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 Chauncey acknowledges the order with a percussive grunt, pulling a barricade right out of the ground and charging into the maelstrom. All it takes is for one chair to catch before a chain reaction start, multiple legs hooking into each other until a natural dam forms, halting the flow of debris in the mid field. Those following close to Chauncey can use him as a shield and ignore defying danger for closing range to the stage from then on - Sol and Behold suffer no consequences on their defy danger. Zann: - It looks like she was the source; the blackout is still happening, but she's using her magic to power the stage. - The attack seems to have happened during the concert, though it looks like the audience members are all missing. It seems to line up with what your employer told you. - Those downed powerlines might be a big enough energy sink. Alternative, those rafters above her look like they could come down any minute now. Behold's polarity swap fizzles out, but the lights and noise come to a staccato stop when Neon makes her announcement. A gap opens in the whirling wall of blades long enough for her to see the woman turn her ear to the idol. "Neon...?" It looks like she's about to say something when Jet Magnum leaps through the gap to take a swing at her. The blow finds purchase, but that big poofy outfit seems to be hiding a few protective plates, and it fails to actually cut into her. In an instant the cacophony and chaos resume. The woman pulls a two-handed sword from the wall and haphazardly swings at Jet, barely grazing her. Something seems off about her form and appearance, though... Oh, that's it! She doesn't have any eyes. Yeah, that looks like a classic shot to the face. "Neon, get this guy offa me!" She shouts in Shiheian. "I can't keep this up much longer!" That style wasn't fresh. In fact, it's the one that you were brought up on. That's Hibiki Mori, another former idol and one of your seniors. Didn't she get fired? Jet's hit lands for a net 1 damage, but gets hit back for 1 damage after armor. All of Mori's attention is focused on Jet. She's past the blade wall and engaged with Hibiki. Neon has leverage on Hibiki! Neon: Mori was originally fired for some sort of incident. What was it, and how was your relationship with Mori? Atlatl fucked around with this message at 14:34 on Jul 13, 2017 |
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 0/9 Sol hesitated. It seemed Neon knew this woman, and it wasn't the person they'd been hired to kill. Fine, but there was clearly something deeply wrong with her. If the boss lady wanted to try and talk some sense into her he'd let her, but he'd also make sure to step in the way of any dirty tricks. He carefully approached his ward and kept his shield at the ready, but his weapon dipped down so as not to present an imminent threat. Defending Neon (+Con): @Shardix: 2d6+1 = (2+5)+1 = 8 Hold 1
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Hibiki yelps as the burning whip wraps around her leg, and she falls to a knee as it pulls her down. She slashes blindly in Jet's direction, missing by a wide margin and throwing her further off balance. In response to Neon's shouting, the lights die down to a more tolerable level as the amplifiers power down with a static pop. Hibiki turns an ear to Neon. "They with you?" She huffs. "loving fantastic. And gently caress you." She spits in what she assumes is Jet's direction as the sword tries to tug itself loose from her hands. The floating debris in the field slows to a harmless crawl, as does her wall of blades. She shakes her head. "You get resurrected or something? Last I heard you got killed." Hibiki takes another 2 damage and then stops!
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HP: 14/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 5/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 2/9 | Currently: Stylish, Regal Neon=Neon shook her head, then looking closer at the mess that had apparently replaced Hibiki's eyes, added, "Nope! I got sent on an involuntary vacation courtesy of one of those mage holes. Of course, I'd been declared dead by TET — very touching stuff, by the way — before I got spat out in the rear end end of the Empire. Ｌ❤ＶＥＬＹ has a lot of explaining to do~!" She indicates the rest of the group, then once again adds, "So I'm doing a little freelance adventuring to make that that happen!" Looking closer at the assorted gashes and injuries covering Hibiki — only some of which were at the hands of the Vulture Capitalists — Neon=Neon grabbed out her synthflesh dispenser, "Let me take a look at that, okay? Maybe you can tell us what happened while I patch you up." Spending a use of bandages to tend to Hibiki's wounds! Marking 3 more poise.
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 0/9 "Hm." Seira releases the whip's hold on the other pop star, and the weapon disassembles itself back into data. "No hard feelings, I hope." She quietly tells her PA to not bill Hibiki for the damages she caused to the party. Instead, Seira goes along to analyze some of the discarded swords and chairs, some of them still buzzing with magic. Maybe if she can study it, she can incorporate it into her own repertoire. There's still a lot of things she can learn on the job, after all. Seira will use her Identify move to
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Hibiki acknowledges Neon with a grunt and falls into a sitting position. "Gonna need to buy a new set of eyes. Might as well get an upgrade instead of getting the regeneration treatment, huh?" She comments, cooperating with the idol's first aid. "So what happened was I did the first nice thing for anyone in a real long while and I got shot in the face for it." She gesticulates unhappily towards the sky. "Weather blows in, whatever, that happens. It was some sort of cover for a few VTOLs to show up. I was in the middle of a song and the last thing I saw was one of those flashy BTC rides floating around the corner with the gunner doors open. Good thing it was some sort of wand shooting buckshot at long range and not a bullet. Lucky me!" Hibiki cries facetiously. "I fell backwards off the stage and wasn't in any position to go anywhere. I heard them rounding up most of the audience as hostages and moved them somewhere down the street. But that was like a few hours ago, so who knows where they're at. While you're after this guy, keep in mind he's probably got someone handling the weather with him." She waves in Seira's direction. "Forget about it. Ain't a thing." Seira's look into Hibiki's magic yields unexpected results: it's a western-based magic, with the electrical generation and blade manipulation being two distinct effects. Diagnostics automatically categorize it as weather witch, sword attuned witchcraft, Pavellan circuitry. Looks like she's done a bit of travelling in her time. If you want to use something for a multiclass move later, Witchcraft (Swords) would do the trick.
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 0/9 "Annabelle, record this analysis for later use. We can repurpose this." Seira doesn't care much about the swords part, though the electrical generation might have other applications. Magic to recreate magnetic fields and hurl sharp, metallic implements at people. A good skill to add to her resume. "Why would they take hostages?" This has honestly been been bugging her for a while. "I'm new to this island's local politics, but that would assume they're either using them as a deterrent or bargaining with someone who would care about such things."
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 0/9 "Likely both." Sol permitted himself to relax just the tiniest fraction now that the immediate danger seemed to have passed. He turned his helmeted gaze to Siera, and then to the rest of his cohorts. "And we need to proceed under the assumption that they will threaten those hostages. Make no mistake, this is not one of your entertainment vids. This is as real as it gets. There's no room for hesitation if we decide to move in." He strode over towards Neon and her acquaintance, looking down. "I respect your bravado. But do me the favor of warning me next time you pull a stunt like that. What am I going to tell your fans if you wind up dead for real? Not enough years in my life to handle that many vendettas." He paused to look at Hibiki briefly. "Hmm. I'm envious. Those wounds are going to scar beautifully." There was not a drop of sarcasm or condescension in his voice as he said it - he honestly thought he was giving a compliment. Back to Neon. "Are we taking her with us? I'd personally advise against it, but she's obviously important to you. I'll keep her safe if you wish."
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"Yeah, gently caress 'em up, Neon!" She gives her fellow idol a supportive slap on the shoulder. "Dunno why they were taking hostages or why they showed up in the first place. Maybe ask your employer. Either way I'd really owe you guys if you can stop my citizen from getting chopped." Hibiki stands and stretches. "Nah, not happening. Forget about me," she snaps at Soliloquy. "Here's the deal: you gotta keep as many fists in the fight as you can get and I don't want you guys slowing down for me. I can take care of myself. Here, there's only one spot that a team could keep eyes on a good two hundred odd hostages without spreading themselves thin." She pulls her phone from a concealed pocket. "There's this warehouse where - " She reflectively looks down to the device in her palm before remembering that she can't see. In a flash of anger, she spikes it into the ground, then attempts - and fails - to stomp it. It only takes a second for her to regain her composure. "It's to the North of here. Just go North at the intersection and you can't miss it. It used to be a construction material storage facility. Looks like a big out-of-place prefab piece of poo poo in the middle of a bunch of shiny skyscrapers. I'd put money on it. And one more thing," she adds, "you might be able to get a backup generator or access the power grid there. If you can get me the extra power, I might be able to take care of the weather problem, or at least limit it enough to stop them from focusing it down on you in a big fight."
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"Oh yeah, sorry. Probably just a reused phone number. I just got this new SIM card, eh?" The Imperial accent explains. "Anyways, wrong number. No wor - " "I'M HOSTAGE IN A WAREHOU - " [Call Ended]
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 0/9 Soliloquy planted the head of his bat into the ground and leaned on it, watching the scene unfold. After a moment he cocked his head. "Jet. While they handle this, shall we scout ahead on foot? Miss Hibiki here said the hostages were moved down the street. May as well get actual eyes on and see what we can see."
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 0/9 "Hmm, I can manage that." Seira pulls out something that looks like a laser-pointer pen, then uses it to generate a prefabricated ritual circle around both phones. Her own PA starts beeping, ready to set up a backdoor hack. "I got it." She waves the pointer around a bit, and a violet-ish cloud of mist appears over the circle. "If we get anything, the mist will reveal it to us. I'll try to keep our hack from being detected, but I'd recommend moving as soon as we find out where they are." Going to cast a Ritual. GM gave me the conditions: 1) requires help from Behold, 2) lesser version (no video), 3) risk of counterdetection
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A simple black and white [Sound Only] notification pops up. It looks like Cixi left her geolocation data on, and her phone's coordinates appear as well. It's two blocks to the North. " - going to work. Oi, go tell Rodg to actually arm up the mines by remote. Get the cams up, too. Tell the boys and girls to wake up if they're nodding off." "What makes you think that whoever called is even going to show up? It's probably just some civvie we missed." "You seriously don't think a psycho like Miss Mori wouldn't have better security around? We got lucky those Geekies just pulled a hit and run. This whole thing has been too easy, and - quit givin' me that look or I'll smack ya again, shorty. Tell someone with a long rifle to get up in the tower to the East, but not by the car up there. Too easy to notice next to something weird like that. I don't want that cargo bay door uncovered. Get two others over there too, so we at least got the ground floor to boss' position in check." Everything seems to be in working order. --- Jet marches down the slick marbled sidewalk until an thin shadow creeps into the edge of visibility. It appears to be some sort of wire stretching across the street, and as she approaches, she can see numerous other tripwires criss-crossing haphazardly behind it. Need some variety of Defy Danger to try and cross the minefield.
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HP 25/25 | Armor 4 | Load 8/14 | XP 0/9 Sol followed after Jet silently, helemt moving back and forth regularly as he scanned for threats. A habit so old he didn't even think about it anymore. As they came to street and the wires crisscrossing ithe silently sighed. These people had some sort of training. Just not especially good training. No doubt the tripwires were more to dissuade and slow down than to actually kill, but it was sloppy work either way. "...Wankers." He looked over at Jet. "You're slimmer than I am. Take the lead and I'll follow behind a ways - just in case I get hung up. Don't want to catch you in a blast." Defy Danger...with mental fortitude: @Shardix: 2d6+1 = (6+1)+1 = 8 Army crawling through the trip wires.
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HP: 23/24 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 0/9 "I suppose. I ain't exactly queen of air and darkness, though," says Jet, frowning. "Ah, whatever. Here goes. One, two... HUP!" With a running leap, she aims for a hole in the wires, skidding to a halt half-prone on the other side. "Frick! Stupid rain! Stupid... loving rear end in a top hat mines! I think I skinned my knee! rear end!" She lies there on the floor for a moment. "Someone's gonna die for this." quote:/roll 2d6
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 5/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 2/9 | Currently: Stylish, Regal Neon=Neon looked thoughtful for a moment as the conversation played out. It seemed like there were all sorts of defenses that the hatman and his Betsy goons had cooked up. Jet and Sol were charging straight in, which meant that they should be drawing all the attention. In a rare moment of unparalleled restraint, she decided to let them have that. She was more interested in the talk of a sniper in the tower. The weaponry she had amassed was hardly fitting of an idol of her talent. Perhaps adding a long rifle to her collection would spruce it up a bit! Quietly, since she wasn't sure if it was a two-way connection or not, Neon=Neon leaned in towards Behold and murmured, "I'm going to take out the sniper in the tower. Wouldn't it be nice if the sniper was me instead~?💥" With that and a completely superfluous wave at 'Biki, she swept out of the arena and started cutting around the side of warehouses towards the tower.
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While Sol's progress is steady, he has several close calls involving his bat or some other spiky bit catching on the tripwires. It's not enough to set them off, but they're certainly dislodged. "Oi, Em called in someone jumping through the barrier," Behold can faintly make out on the tapped line. "Some yellow looking chicky just cleared the field." "Right, get everybody on alert! Maintain constant comms, yeah? Strap up lads, let's go! Hold fire until they're out of position." Sol clears the minefield but the close call will make it harder for anyone after Jet to clear it. (-1) Jet also makes it through without an issue, but the enemies are tipped off to your approach. Neon sees very few signs of tampering as she sweeps through the outer perimeter and into the tower. Seems like there wasn't enough to cover everything. Though the lobby has a few shattered windows and a handful of bullet impacts, everything seems relatively undamaged. No power means no elevator. Time to hike up the stairs.
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◆◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 1/9 As the others move out, Behold goes around and finds a large spool, using it to gather up a bunch of the loose cable, splicing it as she goes and putting a universal coupler onto each end while she's at it. When she enough, she goes back to Seira. "Here, put these on." Behold hands the spellsword a pair of goggles, then puts on her own helmet and hooks one end of the cable to her suit. "They've got their eyes on the others, so we can get the drop on them. Literally. Once we're down, if you can keep them off my back, I can get Hibiki connected into the grid." As soon as Seira's got the goggles on, Behold suddenly picks her up. "Hold onto your hat!" Then her jump pack ignites, and they go shooting up into the air, the cable spool whirring loudly in their wake as the line unwinds rapidly. Behold angles their rocket assisted leap so the other leg of the parabola will come down on the warehouse roof, and orients feet first. The wind rushes past as they fall, Behold waiting until the last second to ignite the pack full blast to keep their landing from turning into a crash. As they touch down on the roof, the pack sputters and dies. The plan is that Behold is going to use her jump pack to get a lot of height, then freefall drop down towards the roof, using a last second burn to make a safe landing. Then Seira can clear the roof while Behold gets a power transfer set up back to Hibiki. At least that's the basic. Field-Test @Gorbash: 2d6+2 = (1+4)+2 = 7 Choosing • The Gadget is damaged. You can repair it, but it will take some time and concentration. • The Gadget drains your reserves - spend 1 Charge.
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HP: 23/24 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 0/9 "SOMEONE'S GOING TO DIE FOR THIS!" roars Jet. "COME OUT YOU COWARDS, BEFORE I BEAT DOWN THE DOOR AND DRAG YOU OUT! YOUR HATS ARE STUPID, YOUR FACES ARE UGLY, AND YOUR BREATH SMELLS! I WILL gently caress YOUR PARTNERS, YOUR PARENTS, AND YOUR loving COUSINS!" She breathes out heavily. "Haaaaa! I feel a little better. Going come out and play, little boys?" quote:@KZA: 2d6+2 = (4+3)+2 = 9
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HP: 9/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 0/9 "Oh, this is exciting." Seira exclaims, looking down the structure several dozen feet below her. "A good reason to finally learn how to levitate." Once they hit the roof, she takes a look around. "There's a truck lodged in that building there." It looks like the other truck they're using too. Weird. "No one on the roof. This is going to be a mistake for them.' She holds on to her hat again, summons her whip, and jumps through the nearest skylight. She estimates that the largest concentration of Besty thugs are directly below her, easy targets. Sidekick: @Mitama: 2d6+2 = (5+1)+2 = 8. Defy danger. Taking 3 damage. Of course, she's still falling from a height. She probably should consider that next time. Still, in mid-fall, she sees two thugs on a raised area with the hostages. Not wasting time, she lashes at one of them, hoping to yank one of them off that area even as she hits the ground. Her PA produces an shock barrier to mitigate the fall, but... ouch. [9:47 AM] BOTSidekick: @Mitama: 2d6+2 Hack and Slash = (1+6)+2 = 9 [9:52 AM] BOTSidekick: @Mitama: 1d6 Damage = (2) = 2
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[quote="Comrade Gorbash" post="474588537"] HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◆◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 2/9 Behold looks around for a power hookup, but the power is still out here, so she moves over to join Seira. "Oh yeah, the guy who hired us said something about that." She thinks about salvaging it for a moment, then remembers to focus. "Right, your lead." She waits for Seira to launch her attack, then follows her in. On the way down, she suddenly remembers that her jump pack just stopped working. Defy Danger (Str) @Gorbash: 2d6+1 = (1+2)+1 = 4
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 0 | Damage: d4 | Load: 4/6 | XP: 0/9 Undead Servants: Chauncey, Gigantic Multi-Armed Porter| Stats: +3 STR, +2 CON/DEX, +1 INT/WIS/CHA | HP: 12/12 | Armor: 2 | DMG: +4 "Well, that's subtlety out the window. Oh well, I was getting bored anyway. Chauncey!" Zann's hulking assistant stomps slowly up in range of the mine perimeter, and the reason for his tardiness becomes apparent: he's holding a small car. "Throooooooooow," he groans. quote:@wiegieman: 2d6+3 clearing a minefield the exciting way = (5+3)+3 = 11 The little smart car bravely gives its life, smashing its way through the tripwires while the mines go out in a loud blaze of glory, before neatly threading the needle through Jet and Sol's 7-10 split and taking out a wall. It's pretty awesome.
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