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Bookkeeping Post Tinkerer's Lab @Lager: 4d6+4d8+3d10 Doom Pool v Gobbo = (2+1+6+6)+(1+7+3+6)+(7+10+6) = 55; comes out to a 17 with a d10 effect and two opportunities. Goblin can take 2 PP for the opportunities, I'm growing the doom pool. So you get an asset! Phineas has the equivalent of Genius for the purposes of support actions, so the effect gets stepped up again to a d8, but stepped down again for my effect die being bigger. So enjoy your shiny new d6 asset! Phineas helps Parker, making suggestions on design and implementation, as well as helping the younger man to decode his intricate organizational methods for storing his tools and spare parts. "I'm betting you've never used the Dewey Decimal System, either..." he grouses as he explains how he sorts everything based on function, size, shape, and age (for connection type variables) in a massive shelving unit on the back wall. Still, Phineas seems to be grateful (in his own way) to have someone to work with who has a basic knowledge of engineering. Sir Nicholas still thinks flushable toilets are the hot new thing, after all, and the others are no engineers either. Soon enough, the pair of them have an array of small devices which can fit around a user's ear, with a small nodule that affixes onto the temple and - if all goes according to plan - will help them to resist the effects of mind control. Phineas mumbles something about how they could have saved themselves a lot of hassle if they'd just been able to find Magneto's helmet at some point over the years. Still, he tells the young man to hold on a moment as he fetches a couple glasses and mixes up a quick cocktail to celebrate with. Vodka, orange juice, and equal part kosher wine. Toasting with Parker, he mumbles, "Yasher Koach" before downing the drink. Phineas delivers the devices, along with the dimensional tracker, to Captain America, explaining the usage with several choice expletives in the process. Looking at the assembled Avengers and Exiles, he coughs into one hand to attract attention without requesting it. "Listen, I don't know who any of you people are, and I don't really care that much. Just kill the bastard," he growls before turning and heading out a back door to another part of the lab away from prying eyes to finish setting up for Starband's big concert. The Tinkerer's work is never done, it seems. Captain America puts his shield on his back as he coordinates every member of the team receiving a mind control inhibitor. "We're only getting one shot at this, people. We'll track down your friend, and make our way there as quickly as possible. I'm afraid that the garbage truck is going to be our best option, again, in order to stay off the radar and avoiding warning Kilgrave of the plan. We'll radio Phineas once we're in position, which will be the cue to start up our counter broadcast. At that point, we'll be on the clock. First priority is to extract your ally, and then it'll be time to take out Kilgrave quickly and cleanly." Looking at Starband, Captain America gives her a warm smile and extends a hand. "If you're as good as your allies say, I know that our world is in good hands. We appreciate you doing this for us. We've actually got an idea on how to bring you along for the ride!" He gestures towards a doorway as Hercules open it, pulling out a massive, retro robot. Berlin or Bust! is painted on the chestplate of the robot, and it's face is a video screen - currently completely blank. "Meet Electro. We found this old warhorse a couple months back in an old warehouse. Quite a bit of history in these old circuits. Unfortunately, most of its systems are damaged well beyond repair, but Mason is pretty sure we can get it to act as a sort of virtual presence robot for you. And it'll project the signal from your broadcast, once it's going, allowing you to assist the team further in resisting the effects of Kilgrave and his pawns." We'll need to coordinate on a temporary character sheet for you as Electro, but the gist will be that you get to use superhuman strength, godlike durability, and enhanced speed in exchange for losing access to some of your Starband powers that wouldn't make sense to use if you're not physically present.  Undisclosed Location @Lager: 3d8+1d10 Reaction to Miss Fury = (1+5+2)+(2) = 10; Comes out to a 7 with a d10 effect die. You are done with the complication, and have broken the Purple Man's control! At least, for now...Take a pp, too! Dorothy Walker crosses her arms, glaring at Captain America and Hedy, both. "Hedy, my dear, I would let you finish, but I'm worried that you'll forget to breathe with all of this talking. If you want to talk about upbringing, surely your mother must have told you that you hardly need to use so many words for such small thoughts." She sneers next at Captain America, "As for you, you shouldn't try to hurt yourself. I know the only use you have for your head is to keep rain out of your neck." The other two begin to fight with Dorothy, then, verbally sparring as well as they can, but neither can match Patsy's mother, who seems to know a cruel way to say anything and everything. As the three phantoms begin to fight amongst themselves, Patsy realizes rather quickly the she is no longer in the chair. Her muscles work again! Apparently, stopping herself from pushing back against the control, and focusing on putting her own mental state in order, made all the difference. The three ghosts have faded from view, now, and she is alone in the room with the television, still featuring the grotesque four-armed troll telling her all about the history of fondant. Her victory may be short-lived if she doesn't do something about the screen, and quickly, before whoever the producer of Sugar Man's show is begins to exert control! You're free! Lager fucked around with this message at 12:07 on Jun 25, 2018 |
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Wearing a disguise consisting of a baseball cap (Mets all the way) and a denim shirt, he navigates them through the streets with...well, he's not a great driver, but an Olympian god with a driver's license is pretty impressive even so. He follows a pinging noise coming from the dimensional tracker that the Goblin helped Mason construct, tracking Miss Fury's unique dimensional resonance. It takes a bit of time to orient himself, but soon the Lion of Olympus is gingerly driving the truck towards the upper east side of Manhattan. Soon enough they find themselves in front of The Mark on Madison Ave, pulling around to the back to find a service bay where they can begin their assault. Captain America quietly relays instructions to the team, "No surprise here, I would suspect Kilgrave is holed up in the penthouse." Patsy chimes in, "There's a private elevator just for the penthouse, so we're going to have to find a way up there to get him." Rogers nods, "If he's up there, and I'm sure he is, that means he has limited exit routes as well, though.There's no point sneaking around in here once we run into opposition - literally everyone we see is a potential spy for Kilgrave, and if we work our way up to him, he won't have any way to get out without coming past us. "We also have to get your friend out while we're at it. That's our first priority. If Kilgrave is with her, all the better. Otherwise, our next step is to take him out so that he cannot reassert his control. Tinkerer claims that the broadcast will give out in fifteen minutes, but I know he's selling himself short as usual. I'll radio over to him once we begin the attack, and they'll start Starband's performance." He looks to Patsy and Sir Nicholas, his expression tired but hopeful, "With any luck, this is the day that everything changes. This is the day that we finally win." He leaps out of the garbage truck then, landing softly and taking the shield off his back as he signals to the rest of the assembled heroes to join him. As the others hop out of the truck, he radios to Tinkerer to initiate the telepathic link to Electro. The giant robot hums to life, stuck down in the filth of the garbage truck, but as operational as can be expected for an octogenarian killer robot. The Tinkerer's Lab Tinkerer receives the call, looking to Starband. "Well, it's just about time to start the show. First things first, though, lets get you in your robot pants." He finishes connecting a small device to the back of her neck, allowing her to control the robot. It is strange...She can still see the room, with Mason and the cameras and lights...but she can also see, well, trash. Lots of trash. It seems she's still in the garbage truck. She'll have to get out of there before anything else. 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Bookkeeping Post The Mark: Lower Floors @Lager: 5d8 Mob Reaction (Team x3, Swarm, Combat Expert) = (6+2+3+6+7) = 24; 13 with a d8 effect, so that means the mob of guards takes a d8, d8, and d6 to their 3 affiliation dice. Take a PP for your opportunity, Bullseye! The mob of guards is taken by surprise by the gas arrow, and begin to cough uncontrollably. Unfortunately, it would seem that their mind-controlled brains are a bit less concerned with self-preservation than a normal person's would be, as they do not withdraw, but instead push forward towards the heroes. Slapstick is up! Seeing the hostiles, Captain America radios to the Tinkerer, "It's time! Start the broadcast!" The Tinkerer's Lab Having only just finished getting Electro online and functional, Mason gets a sudden call from Captain America to start the broadcast. "Of course! Never a moment to breathe around here, dammit..." Mashing buttons on his control console, he gets the lights and cameras up and running. Suddenly, though, they all fade out. "Old pieces of crap, work!" Mason spits the words as he kicks some bits of machinery, and surprisingly that seems to do the trick. He looks at Starband and shouts, "You're up, Lady Stardust!" He gives her a countdown as they hijack the broadcast signal and begin to send their own signal of Starband's rock and roll extravaganza all over the airwaves.
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Bookkeeping Post The Mark: Lower Floors Gwenpool gets two pp. @Lager: 4d8 Mob Reaction to Slapstick (Corrected since it's Emotional Stress I think? And Combat Expert doesn't really work there) = (5+4+5+1) = 15; 10 with a d8 effect and one opportunity. They're down to 2 dice! @Lager: 4d8 Mob Reaction to Gwenpool (Team x2, Swarm, Combat Expert) = (4+5+2+8) = 19; 13 with a d8 effect, they're down to one die with a d8 stress on it. So basically a feather could take them out. The mind-controlled guards, finding themselves within a bizarre cartoon nightmare, seemingly don't know how to respond. Several of them, finding the stress of it too much on their already compromised minds, simply sink to the floor, passing out. Several more are struck down by Gwen's sudden assault. Only a few remain, and they seem utterly lost. The Mark: Upper Floors @Lager: 3d8 Agent A Reaction (Team, Treasury Department's Finest, Combat Expert) = (2+1+3) = 6; Welp...That's a 5 with a d4. Which means he takes a d12, and these guys can't handle that much stress. Agent A is out. (Opportunity rolled) @Lager: 3d8 Agent B Reaction (Team, Treasury Department's Finest, Combat Expert) = (8+6+3) = 17; 14 with a d8 effect, so he's taking a d8 stress. As Miss Fury roundhouse kicks the nearest agent, she sends him flying into the stairs door. The force of the attack tears the door off it's hinges, sending the door (and the agent) careening down a flight of stairs, and right into...the path of the other Exiles. These two scenes are one scene now! Elijah can go next, Agent B and C will simply join the list of folks who can be tagged in this scene.
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Bookkeeping Post The Mark Take a pp! @Lager: 3d8 Mob Reaction (Team, Swarm...ish, Combat Expert) = (3+6+6) = 15; 9 with a d8, so they're history! Agents B&C are still up, though. The remaining guards fall to the ground following the assault of Elijah Snow, leaving only two of Purple Man's bodyguards in the hallway with Miss Fury to contend with before the team has to continue their search for Kilgrave himself.
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Bookkeeping Post The Mark Goblin, take a PP! @Lager: 3d8 Agent Reaction to Goblin = (1+4+3) = 8; 7...with a d4. Agent C goes to d10 stress (And Agent B still has a d8 stress) @Lager: 1d6+2d8+1d10 Hellcat slashing an Agent = (1)+(8+5)+(1) = 15; 13 with a d4? @Lager: 3d8 Agent Reaction = (1+3+7) = 11; Oh okay then, 10 with a d4. He's also at d10 and gone. Fight over! Green Goblin slams into one of the Agents, who goes flying into a nearby wall. Hellcat leaps in immediately after him, slashing at the second agent and slamming his head into a doorframe. Both agents slump to the ground uselessly, as the heroes take a moment to breathe. This world's resident Patsy Walker breaks the silence by putting a hand on her hip, looking Miss Fury over with a bemused expression before shaking her head. "Now this is not remotely fair." Lager fucked around with this message at 23:19 on Jul 12, 2018 |
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0 PP, 10 XP, d6 Emotional stress Patsy unconsciously mirrors her other self, save for the expression of mild disbelief on her face. "My... you're... oh, how strange. So do I call you a copy cat, or vice versa?"
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I AM ELECTRO As the last of the goons fall, the slow and heavy steps of Electro come to a halt as it catches up to the Exiles. Suddenly, the lights on the wartime robot begin to flash in a rapid pattern. "INITIATING BROADCAST MODE". Electro's body begins to transform as various hidden panels slide away to reveal even more speakers. Some of them still in their original housing, others clumsily smashed into spaces too small for their intended design. The Tinkerer was definitely going for speed over aesthetic design on this one. Electro's chest opened up to reveal a holographic Starband preparing to perform. Music began to emit from the automaton in distorted waves before being adjusted into.... Starband "This is going to be blasting doublepace to get through the broadcast, Mason. It's not safe to look directly at me until we finish." Starband warns. Then it's showtime. Her time. Berenice relaxes, lets go of her physical form until she's shining. No need for costumes, the entire purpose is her light. She remembers the sizzling of neurons at the broadcast she observed. Hold it in memory, reverse, amplify, return. Fry every bit of brain control with the purifying sound of the Starband. The Big Bang set to scale, the cosmos conducted. The song wouldn't do anything but the sound would be turned to light and the light would free the world in a joyous burst. The others probably expected rock and roll rebellion. They'd be disappointed because this was not rebellion but restoration. The revolution, after all, would not be televised. She begins to dance. There's three of her now, two light copies. Now four. The music swells. The Starband Idol Explosion begins
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0 PP, 10 XP, d6 Emotional stress Seeing her old tank destroying robot friend transform into whatever this was immediately adds a pile of extra questions to her inventory, the most pressing of which simply falls out of her mouth "Does Doctor Zog know what you've done to his robot?" followed by the barely audible "Did Japan win the war?!?" Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 21:30 on Jul 10, 2018 |
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 "Huh. Was NOT expecting cutesy J-Pop to cure the world. Hopefully Hypno-Barney is watching and losing his loving mind about it." she looks up the stairwell, then glances to the Goblin, "Hey, Little Green, wanna scout up further? Your wings, my luck, let's keep the streak going." If allowed, she swings herself up onto the back of the glider, hanging onto the Goblin for support, though not too tightly. "Don't mind me."
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Jul 10, 2018 06:18
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Location: A TV Studio PP: 0 XP: 3 Stress: 0 Complications: "Wow, uh...that's not what I was expecting out of our little David Bowie clone." Peter comments on the music, but he's distracted by Bullseye asking for a lift. "Oh, yeah, uh...good idea and all but you really think we oughtta split up? I mean the last time we did Miss Fury got captured and we almost beefed the ....uuuuh I mean Gweenpool and I totally aced The Controller and Dr. Bong. So yeah that's totally a hip idea and I am down for it." Remembering, Peter reached into the pouch where he had stored it, and tossed the extra Anti-Control unit to Miss Fury. Well, his Miss Fury anyway. Er, the Miss Fury that was an Exile, like him, as opposed to the Miss Fury who was native to this universe. Yeah, that clarified things. "Hey red - catch!" He called to her as he tossed it, and then hopped back onto his glider, which had obediently set itself to a hover as soon as he had lept off at the goon. He extended a hand to Bullseye. "Little Green sounds too uhm, well cutesy. I'm not a cartoon character. The fans back home call me Gobbo, though, if you want." He suggests.
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Bookkeeping Post The Mark Hellcat smirks a bit to Miss Fury. "Let's see, which of us is the mini-me...you're definitely younger, but you're from, what, the 40s? God, mom would've loved you..." As Starband's insane idol explosion begins, however, Hellcat's attention is diverted. "ohmygod, you guys seriously know how to party." She looks over to Elijah Snow, "Can I just join your team when this is all said and done? I'll take J-Pop robots over garbage trucks and garages filled with old man smell any day." Goblin and Bullseye, meanwhile, fly up to the top of the stairs as the rest of the team trudges up the staircase as quickly as they can. The stairs end at level 15, right below the penthouse. On the way up, they encounter several guards who are freaking out with each other, trying to figure out how long they've been under the Purple Man's control. One of the men is frantically calling his family, trying to find out if they are alive. Tears stream down their faces as they panic. They will offer no opposition, but the tragedy of what has happened to this world will mean the Exiles will find no more allies here. Only broken people, traumatized by their total and complete loss of agency, and the years that have been stolen from them. The rest of the team is almost caught up now, to level 15. They will have to find a way up to the penthouse, either by the emergency stairs or the private elevator.
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Elijah "I don't know how our...whatever the drat thing is that jumps us between universes will like it, but remind me to give you my card later. Planetary may be able to find you some similar work when they come in to do the followup."
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 "We shoudl probably do a two pronged attack," she offers to Gobby, "Maybe they take the frontal approach, and we flank him?"
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Location: A TV Studio PP: 0 XP: 3 Stress: 0 Complications: Peter nods. But this wasn't the time for jokes - he glanced over his shoulder at Bullseye and tilts his head. "Ok, listen, I get the sense you've had to do some things...and if this Kilgrave is like the Kilgrave I had to deal with...which he seems like only worse - we have to be quick and we have to make sure he does not talk, right? No matter what. He gets his hooks into any of us and this could all be over real quick. Pincer's a good idea - but we can't give him any chances to turn it around. You understand me?" He really, really didn't like saying this sort of thing - even if that was the mission the Tallus gave - but the Purple Man was...well, his own special kind of a jerk. And this was writ large. Still, he half hoped Bullseye would tell him that there was a better way, and all that. That would be a nice reminder of home.
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 She arches a brow at the green mask, "Out of all of us, I'm the one you have to worry the least about doing what needs to be done and getting my hands dirty... and you're the one we'd have to worry about the most. Why do you think you and I are up here? I'm here to take the shot that you can't, the two prong attack was the plan all along when I asked you for the ride, I'm just trying to be polite." Her cold expression matched her words, but quickly melts into a smile as she playfully flicks him in the forehead. "Now let's get moving so we're in position when they breach." She looks down to catch Cap's eye and uses a few Universal Tactical Hand Signals to indicate that they were going out and around to flank while his team did the primary breach. As soon as she gets confirmation from him that he's received the message, she pats Gobby on the shoulder and surely says, "Let's go."
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Jul 13, 2018 18:10
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Location: A TV Studio PP: 0 XP: 3 Stress: 0 Complications: He arcs the glider around the building to where Bullseye had indicated. He was a genius, but he wasn't much of a tactician himself so he figured she'd be better at that sort of thing anyway. "Trust me...I might not like it, but I won't flinch if it comes to it. Probably the rest of the crew we'll have to explain ourselves to if it comes down to it." He sighs, setting the glider to a hover once they were in position. "Not a fun conversation, but...well, if it gets it done and gets us all closer to home - not mention helps this world out, then it'll be worthwhile." Seemingly unconcerned with the heavy subject matter, he drops into a sitting position, letting his legs dangle over the edge of the glider. "I uh...I get the sense your world isn't really a lot of fun though, so uhm, sorry. About that. If there's anything I can do, like...send you home a care package or something if I get a chance to make you something..."
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PP: 3 | XP: 0 | Stress: n/a "Business cards aren't exactly a multiversal threat.", Gwenpool says to Elijah. "Unless dimensional vibrations make it into a bomb that threatens all that exists, but that's only ever happened, like, twice, I'm pretty sure?" Dragging over a chair towards the center of another room, she then stacks them on top of each other. "Anyway, I'm sure he'll be looking to the door, but-" She hops onto the chairs and reaches into her belt, starting to plant gummy explosive stuff on the ceiling as she looks down to the others. "If you have a choice between exploding stuff and not exploding stuff, it's pretty obvious, right?"
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0 PP, 10 XP, d6 Emotional stress "Let's not talk about mother for now. I think I've had enough of that for today. But if you've got time for a Soixante Quinze after all of this, we really should catch up." Patsy absently catches the Goblin's invention as they begin the trek up the stairs. "Really, I just have so many questions! What is this thing, for example?" she says gesturing to the anti-control device, "Is that really Cap?" she whispers, "And who is the hunk?" she does not whisper. ---- near the top of the stairwell "Oh, I very much agree, Miss Poole. It's time for fireworks." perhaps it was a lingering effect of the mind-over-matter exercise, or Starband's focusing on other things, but at that moment Patsy's fashionable disguise faded away, revealing the Black Fury beneath. Danger-Pumpkin fucked around with this message at 21:26 on Jul 13, 2018 |
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Bookkeeping Post The Mark Hellcat nods, a half-smile on her face, "Oh, believe me - if we survive this thing, we'll be going out on whatever is left of this town! Glam-rock can come too." She gestures towards Starband's image on Electro's screen, "I've been cooped up in Tinkerer's lab for way too long." Captain America watches as some of the Exiles begin getting down to business, thinking through their objectives and assets, as well as the layout. "Alright, it sounds like Bullseye and the Green Goblin will be going around the building to flank from outside. Gwenpool, was it?" He looks to Gwen, verifying that he got the name right, albeit with that drat missing "e," and continues, "looks to be setting up explosives to attack from below. Slapstick, Miss Fury, and Hellcat can join her in an assault through the floor. "A team should head up the stairs, but we'll wait for the explosion before we attack - they're likely watching that door like hawks. Sir Nicholas and I will join you there. "Herc - we'll need you to take out the elevator, to cut off escape from that direction. We hit from all sides. The explosion will be our cue." After setting up the attack Captain America leads Sir Nicholas, Elijah Snow, and Electro up the stairs, holding up a hand to signal them to wait as he whispers into his communicator. "Now!" The sound is all Gwenpool needs as she triggers the explosives and leaps into action. She, Starband, Miss Fury, and Hellcat all leap into the room from below - though unfortunately they didn't seem to manage to blow up Kilgrave from below. Would have been a bit too lucky...  Instead, they find themselves in an incredibly posh - and absurdly large - hotel suite. The ceiling goes up two floors, massive windows allowing natural light to flood the space. It would be a beautiful sight, if it weren't for the smoke from the explosion, and the villainous occupants of the room. Purple Man is on the far side of the room, flanked by a pair of beautiful, but deadly, white tigers. Shocked by the explosion, he is barreling towards his panic room. "Stop them, NOW! I command it!" He shouts his order to a large group of villains that he's apparently brought in for protection. A spindly man in purple and green, with facial hair to rival Bentley himself - Diablo. A massive, hairy creature with a skullcap and a less-than-visible mouth - Xemnu, the Living Hulk. A strange, massive purple creature that looks...alien - Hybrid. A massive, winged, green woman - Harpy. And a heavily muscled woman with cropped red hair and an expression filled with rage - Amazon. The two tigers leap down to join the villains, apparently having been at least somewhat trained to attack.
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PP: 3 | XP: 0 | Stress: n/a "Oh, wait, whaaat, you've been undamseled. Cool.", Gwenpool says to Black Fury as she pulls out her detonator, pressing it as the explosions go off. "You're invited to the party, let's go!" Coming out of the smoke, Gwenpool lands in a dramatic crouch, and looks up. "Oh. Huh. I guess I should have brought some friends." A slight pause as some of the others come through. "'Oh, hey, I did. Sup, friends?" As Kilgrave flees, she calls out, "Sit tight, I'll be with you in a moment!" That's a mostly bulletproof crowd, but- she looks to Diablo. "Oh, hey, Esteban." A step forward, and she vanishes for a moment, reemerging into reality in a close-up panel to his right. "Let's talk outside." With that, she tries to plant a hand on the alchemist's shoulder and pull him into the Gutterspace, the dimension between panels. Would Purple Man's control keep up there? Was Diablo even being controlled? Well, one way to find out! Trying to inflict a Lost in the Gutters complication on Diablo, spending 1 PP to borrow a Doom d10 and turn it into a d8. The roll is Team d6 + Careless Daring d8 + Panel Control d8 + Combat Expert d8 + Beat the Devil d10 = 11 with a d10 effect, no complications. I'll tag... hm. Green Goblin.
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Bookkeeping Post The Mark @Lager: 1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8 Diablo's Magical Mystery Tour (Team, Centuries of Experience and Research, Teleportation, Acrobatic Expert) = (5)+(2)+(3)+(4) = 14; 9 with a d8...Not good enough, so I'mma spend a d8 from the doom pool to make it a 12 with a d8 and cheese his way to victory on that roll. As Gwenpool appears behind Diablo, she can clearly see the control mechanism built into his neck - a tube feeding purple goo into his body, just like on Faustus and the Controller. That answers that question, definitely under the control of the Purple Man. The ancient alchemist is taken by surprise, but only for a moment. He reaches into a pouch and pulls a small pellet out which he shoves into his mouth as she wrenches his shoulder back. He is nearly trapped in the gutterspace when he simply...vanishes, leaving her holding a shredded piece of his mantle and a handful of smoke. He appears on the opposite side of the room, twirling his ridiculously ostentatious moustache.  "Whoever you are, my dear, you shall have to do much better than that! The great Diablo - Master of the Lost Arts - does not fall prey to such simple parlor tricks!" the spindly man gloats, positioning himself for safety behind the massive bulk of Xemnu even as he boasts about his skills.
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Location: The Mark PP: 0 XP: 4 Stress: 0 Complications: Well, that all happened pretty fast. Faster than Peter was expecting, even. And was that XENMU, the Titan!? Aww man, that would be a pain - his world's Xenmu was a regular issue. Oh well, no matter. That wasn't even his target, Kilgrave was, despite the fact he had run off into a panic room. Aptly named, anyway. Peter couldn't help but smirk. He raised his arm and shot something at the window from his Shock Gauntlet. It landed with a dull thud and an electronic, almost rodent-like chirp as it activated. It resembled a bat, with a blinking yellow light. "Oh uh, you might wanna cover your ears." He looks over his shoulder at Bullseye for a moment, and then presses a button on his belt. A high-pitched squeal came out of the bat-bit, and as it increased in volume and intensity spider-web like cracks impossibly appeared in the glass on the outside of the window. Even Peter had to put his hands over his ears as it continued, impossibly, getting louder. "ALMOST THERE!" He shouts, likely only really coming through as an indistinct murmur to his passenger. And then, just as it was about to become unbearable... ...the glass shattered, exploding inward as the bat-bit finally burst apart. The Goblin whistled in relief. "Phew...that was some tough glass!" He nods appreciatively as he kicks the glider into high gear and into The Mark, Pumpkin Bombs already in hand. And that dude with the mustache was a good target, but of course he was running behind Xenmu. Well, that made a good enough target number one. "Okay then, big guy! Sorry, this isn't anything personal - but you've all gotta get out of the way!" He shouts by way of introduction as he flings a Pumpkin Bomb, fastball style, at the Titan. Team d8, With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility d8, Superhuman Strength d10, Weapons d8, Combat Expert d8, d6 to Inflict the Stunned Complication on Xenmu @LifeGetsWorser: 4d6+1d10+1d6 Stun Grenading Xenmu = (1+6+2+3)+(2)+(1) = 15 ...thaaaaanks, Sidekick. That's a 9 with a d10, stepped up to a d12 due to the Stun Grenades Complication, and 2 Opportunities. 1 XP for declaring Xenmu an old enemy, though. Also, tagging Bullseye!
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