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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? Session One Sessions will not be equivalent to episodes.  Shimmering Twilight Skyline- Daytime A lonely girl sits by herself, atop spires of steel, watching Shimmering Twilight under daylight, watching the cars go by, watching the lights change, observing the sky's light, filtered through the strange pollution of the zone, creating shifting and turning warm colors throughout the Zone- in a way, it's almost beautiful. Almost. She sighs, looking down at her phone, a series of messages left, unanswered. ".. I guess tonight is the night, then." Her and some friends had a plan- a plan that was supposed to change everything. To get them out of this place, to make sure they never HAD to do anything like this plan ever again. One last job, and then they could stop all this bullshit. Her hair fluttered in the wind, as she finally tapped back a text, to her conspirators. "Meet you at the place we agreed on at Six. Look, if this goes right, no one will even know we were there. It'll be okay." And then with a flick, she deactivates the phone, shoving it into a hidden pocket in her skirt. Tonight is the night- to free them from this place. They just had to hope that nothing went wrong...  Freedom Tower +Accessible, +High-Tech, +Supercomputer, +Central -Well Known, -Target 7:30 PM "Something's gone wrong!" The Supercomputer cuts to video, as the league's personal line comes on- this time, it's Civil Servant and League Coordinator, Tanya Luden!  An offtimes contact, she's usually the first to offer you official league work, though certainly not the ONLY one- she blinks a few times, tapping the screen to make sure it's working, then coughs, before continuing. "There's been a ton of alarms set off at the Bea-Tech RND facility across town, and eyewitness reports think that it's a Powered incident- look, I know you probably don't want to, but you're the only team in the area that isn't out on a mission already, and you're all in the same place, so... C, could you please go investigate it?" Well, not much you can do about that, right? And besides, it's a good job offer, and, well... You need to go up in the ranks, right...? === After some travel, you each arrive there in turn- the small Bea-Tech RND facility here is a white building, with various strands of neon lights flowing up and down it, across the screens the building has instead of a proper facade, shimmering patterns flying across it- at least, until the explosion. The screen deactivates, shards of glass flying across the square the building sits in, across the fake trees and the real fountain, over your heads, past the janky, half-busted streetlights- and out from the new hole, three or four floors up, two figures leap, a green orb flying down behind them.  Local Threat Level Villain- Infinity Blossom Infinity Blossom is a minor villain in Shimmering Twilight- minorly notorious, but not someone you would have heard of most likely, unless you've been Reading the Files or similar.  Local Threat Level Villain- Kraftwerk Kraftwerk is a bit more notorious- they have some sort of energy power contained in that arm, which they sure as hell didn't make themselves- still, they're not to be estimated, and they've caused a LOT of collaterral damage over the years, and it's rumored they've gotten on the wrong side of the Zaibatsu, too. The orb is attached with a long strand to Kraftwerk's robot-arm, bouncing a few times as it hits the ground, but seemingly safe and sound otherwise- the orb's just translucent enough to see what looks like some sort of high tech sound equipment, and even through the bubble you can hear the soft thump of bass and techno... "Well." Kraftwerk's face stretches into a smile- a taut, tense, false smile. "Uh, this is good timing alright. Um, well." Her partner flicks a few strands of purple hair out of her face, letting a little hmph out as she stares all of you down, but not for long- the only warning you have is the screech of rubber on concrete, before a large white van /plows/ through the middle of the square, both Kraftwerk and Infinity Blossom leaping onto it, landing on the roof- "THREE TWO ONE, LET'S GO!" before promptly speeding off again, diving past you towards the heart of the Zone, weaving through lanes of traffic as they try to make their exit, the bubble following alongafter them! Well /gently caress./ Everyone: What were you doing at the base that was /vitally important/ (either actually or in a comedic fashion) that was interrupted by the mission? How the hell are you going to catch up to that car? Neon Savior:Man, a mission right on your home turf, in Shimmering Twilight? That's not too bad is it? What weird advice did your Sifu text you right after you got the mission? ... Have you run across either of these two in your own solo escapades, or in your normal life? If so, what did you think of whichever you met? Miracle: Your first real mission, leading the team! Are you excited, scared, something else? What cool gadget do you have that you're just raring to show off? What do you think of these Villainous Posers? How did you prepare for this mission, anyawys, with the short amount of time that you had? Wane Man, Miracle got elected leader, huh? An old friend of yours ,and now they're in CHARGE of you? Huuuh. That's weird, innit? ... What bigger problem do you think that you should be dealing with right now? How do you plan to get this over with as easily as possible? What weird message from your brother's still on your mind? Alraune: How does it feel, working in an area with so LITTLE nature? I mean sure, there's bits and pieces, but overall this place is made of concrete and neon and chrome- does that mess up your body a bit? Why do you think they're doing all of this? How has the team and the base accommodated you? Xenon: Aww man, time to rock the world! This is Bea-tech! They make some of the best equipment for sound and music in the entire Exclusion Area, and you're /helping them./ This is going to score you some sweet gear if you pull it off right, the publicty will be so good they HAVE to work with you, right? Course, it's not like you have bad equipment- say, what have you named your Guitar, anyways? How has the hero life been treating you? What do you think of this first mission, anyways? OOC Thread Influence Sheet Setting Doc NPC Doc Nea fucked around with this message at 21:24 on Aug 27, 2016 |
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 Fre: -1 | Dan: -1 | Sav: 2 | Sup: 1 | Mun: 2 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Control. Discipline. Harmony. Submerge the self, let your surroundings flow through you. Feel the air currents, the thrum of your heart beat, the gentle rush of air between your lips. In this moment, you are the world, and the world is you, there are no divisions. It is all connected. Kouki stood in the room that had apparently been assigned to him, standing stoically with one flattened hand forward to defend himself and another loose fist clenched at his side. His costume draped over foot of the bed for the moment, the neon runners cold and dark, his helmet looking quizzically at him where it tilted slightly to one side. Instead, he stood stripped down to the tight black formfitting leggings of his costume, the lines along the sides glowing with soft amber light. His toes gripped the carpet, the air current from the AC passing over his exposed arms and chest. Around his eyes he’d tied a folded length of cloth, the tails long enough to drape down his back as he tried to quiet his internal monologue and simple exist as part of the room. He could hear the low hum of three ionic fans pushing air down, stirring the air around him. Each was a flat disc with concentric rings, like a target, set atop a circlet that glowed with blue light as they hovered nearly silently in a circle around him. Each one was tuned to whirr at a slightly distinct pitch, giving him a chance to track them as they weaved in a circuit around him. And then he moved, jumping and kicking one leg forward and the other back to tag the targets on either side of them and send them reeling back, one now glowing red and the other yellow as he tagged them with his power on contact. When he landed, he spun with an overhand blow that drove the third one down towards the floor before its thrust pushed it back up again, glowing with green light. The fans were faint, he could barely hear them over the sounds of his own movement, the sharp exhalations that came with each rapid strike, but he pivoted and through a spear kick out to the side, the red target changing to violet as it was pushed firmly away. He paused, inhaled and cocked his head slightly to the side, waiting. The left hand snapped out hard in a back fist, painting the yellow target blue before he jumped into a somersault, bringing his hips up for an overhead kick that pushed the green target down towards the floor again from where it had come to a stop near the ceiling, its green color changing abruptly to orange as the top of his foot connected. He landed silently, first on the balls of his feet and then bending his knees before his heels hit the floor. He inhaled shallowly, listening, straining for the sound of his targets. Then, the, the furtive voice of Coordinator Luden called out like comparative thunder. Kouki’s heard slammed in his chest and the adrenaline surged in his blood, ruining his meditative calm in an instant. He didn’t seem to mind though, as he tore the blindfold off of his head and hastily grabbed his outfit before rushing out the door. After all, what good was training if you weren’t ready when the real thing knocked on your door? “We’ll take it!” he declared happily to the coordinator, hopping on one foot as he tried to pull on his boots without slowing down. She might’ve phrased it like they were doing her an odious favor, but Kouki had never been anything but cheerfully optimistic when League work had come their way so far. He was hungry to climb the ranks, and going stir-crazy besides. It seemed like joining a team had reduced how often he was out on patrol, busy helping work out all the kinks with the massive Freedom Tower. Technically, Marlena was stronger than him now, but that didn’t keep him from volunteering to handle the heavy lifting. Somehow, making a girl do the grunt work just ended up feeling wrong to him, even if she were part tree now. “Heading out the 32nd floor western balcony!” he shouted, struggling to fit his head through the armored neck guard for a moment as he blindly made his way through the command center, reflexively hopping over a low table along the way as though he were counting the steps. A quick elevator ride gave him time to pull on his gloves and straighten the lines on his suit before he settled the helmet firmly into place on his head. He looked at his reflection in the reflective elevator interior, striking a quick sequence of poses before settling his hands around the belt buckle, the runners in his suit spreading as a red glow raced through them, the eyes of the helmet flashing to life with yellow light. He threw a few punches at his reflection with a smile, Neon Savior was on the job! As the elevator opened, he burst into a dash for the hallway, large double doors automatically opening to admit him as he picked up speed. The last one opened up and he saw the pink haze of Shimmering Twilight spread out to meet him, hopping the guard rail with a smooth motion and catching a wire he’d strung up their first week with a hook that allowed him to slide rapidly to the adjacent roof tops. He’d already picked out the route in his head. Slapping the back of his forearm, Neon Savior turned on the transdermal communicator that Miracle had issued the whole team when they’d first decided to hang together. A holographic console projected itself on the air, showing him who was logged on and who was still scurrying to get out of the tower. More interestingly, it seemed someone had sent him a message … weird, he didn’t think anyone but the team had this number. Oh, it had been rerouted from his phone … he’d have to see about turning that feature off later. No reason to leave records of his phone calls on the team super computer. He tapped the speech-to-text function as he jumped off of the roof, bouncing back and forth between ends of an alley to control his descent until he kicked himself laterally onto a lower roof, rolling through a couple of laundry lines along the way to land on his feet. “Don’t hes-i-tate.” A digitally rendered feminine voice read out in its measured pace, “Eyes on you. Put on a show – S” Sifu? That was weird, he’d always said that he didn’t want to get involved with Neon Savior’s business. Did he have interest in Bea-Tech? No, no, then he’d have said something like “don’t screw up”. Someone was watching … someone dangerous, maybe? He had to appear strong? Did this have something to do with those talks with Riptide he was going to be involved with? Dammit, why couldn’t he just say what he meant. Because Miracle’s fantastic communications platform was routing his calls to his wrist, obviously. Neon Savior hit the palm of one hand against his helmet, ignoring the slightly hollow “pok” sound it made when he did so. Well, it was fine. He was on his home turf, people here knew who he was, for better or worse. If he was supposed to put on a show, this was a good job for it. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder who might be watching a place like Bea-Tech who had enough clout that his Sifu would risk sending him a warning. It was the sort of thing he’d have to sort out later. He needed to focus on the moment. Cartwheeling through the air, Neon Savior landed with a heavy thud on the long trailer of an eighteen wheeler travelling towards the edge of town, rising to stand confidently upon it with his arms crossed over his chest. It was moments like this he kind of wished he’d allowed himself the indulgence of a scarf, but, really, the suit was probably straddling the line between flashy and gaudy as it was. Of course, for all his acrobatic prowess, once he reached the front of the plaza in front of the Bea-Tech there was little for him to do across the gridded pavement squares but run. For Shimmering Twilight, the plaza with its fake trees of painted rubber and wire was pretty tranquil, the effect only really ruined by the fact that he was running through it like a bat out of hell, clearing stairs three at a time as bystanders huddled in little groups for protection at what they believed to be a safe distance from the building itself. As he came to a stop in front of the building, he looked up to the flickering screens with their serenely scrolling patterns, like some kind of rainbow colored meteor shower as flickering lights moved this way and that. He opened and closed his fists, eager to get in there, but he knew that the safe bet was to wait until the whole team was gathered together. At least it gave him a second to catch his breath … he really needed to invest in some kind of vehicle. Then, the front of the building exploded, fire rushing up towards the sky as shards of glass rained down onto the empty plaza with an almost musical sound. He covered his eyes with one arm for a moment as the two figures. When he heard the sound of feet hitting the pavement hard, he clenched his fist and brought his arm down in front of him. “Kraftwerk!” he said, his tone speaking of recognition as the running lights on his suit blazed from red, to orange, and then further to a golden yellow that practically swam with energy, “I see that getting yourself a new partner hasn’t made you any more subtle!” he said, bobbing his helmeted head slightly with the pronouncement. This was, maybe, the third time Neon Savior had come across Kraftwerk’s handiwork. She seemed to be a smash-and-grab artist more than anything out, get in, get out, and drat who-and-whatever dared to get in her way. She was confident still, after all she’d given him the slip before, but last time he’d managed to grab her partner Snapjaw in the exchange … still, whenever he looked at her, he couldn’t help but think that she looked hunted. It was like she never stopped running, not even after the heists were done. Unfortunately, that haste made her reckless, and with that arm she could do a lot of damage if she wasn’t stopped. At least being a solo act had slowed her down for a while, but now that she had another partner it seemed like she was right back to her old games. “What—hey!” Neon Savior jerked his head as the white van crashed onto the scene, not even slowing as the two girls leapt onto the roof and started rushing for the road. “I’m on it!” he shouted, once again not waiting for orders from Miracle as his old instincts took hold of him once again. Internally, he kicked himself. He’d even had a warning, and he’d hesitated when the enemy was right in front of him, he couldn’t afford to wait any longer. Neon Savior didn’t rush directly after the van, even with the narrow footpaths and unsecured passengers, the driver was gunning the engine on his was passed the hero team. Instead, he moved at an angle, hopping the parameter fence and crossing the street by hopping onto the trunk of a parked car, then to the roof of a moving vehicle, and up to a parked delivery truck before he jumped to an awning which he used as a springboard up to a flagpole. A quick twist of his body, and he’d vaulted up to the roof, falling into a rush as he spotted the van again from above, blaring its horn as it swerved through lanes of traffic. Go right, go right, go right… he silently urged, coming to the edge of the roof. If they just turned right, he could intercept them, maybe tackle Kraftwerk off the top of the roof and at least get the loot under control again. They turned left, running up onto the sidewalk briefly to avoid someone blocking the lane. This is the worst plan… he chided himself, even as his body was already going through the motions. Tapping his hip, his left hand came away with a pair of flat disks with neon edges, glowing the same golden color as his suit. Leaping off the roof with a forward flip, he threw both disks with a single gesture. Glowing trails traced the arch of his throw as the thrown blades cut neatly through the support posts keeping a street sign held above the intersection. As he flipped right-side up again, he aimed a narrow black grapnel launcher for the retreating shape of the van. >P-KOOM< air burst from the grapnel launcher sending the metallic anchor soaring down the street until it buried itself in the rear bumper of the vehicle, the wire glowing to keep it visible. As he landed on the street, his feet came down on the long sign he’d cut loose, instinctively imparting the same glow to it as he bent at the knees to break his fall. Then, the wire snapped taut and began dragging him down the street after the retreating van, the flat metallic sign riding over the top of the concrete but not without sending a shower of sparks cascading in a brilliant trail behind him. This is the worst plan. he reiterated in his mind, swinging his hips to “surf” the sign around a pedestrian and weave through traffic as the van continued its desperate bid for escape. Gritting his teeth as the wind clawed at his body, he dared to reach forward with one arm, starting the arduous climb towards the retreating thieves. -- -- -- -- -- [13:07] <JusticeGrieves> Okay, rolling to Unleash Powers, look out [13:07] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6-1 [13:07] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 9-1 = 8 Let the GM tell you how your effect is unstable or temporary Justice Grieves fucked around with this message at 00:53 on Aug 28, 2016 |
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 Fre: 0 | Dan: 0 | Sav: 0 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Freedom Tower So I was working out in my room. Very intense, very hands-on. I mean, nobody takes yoga seriously, but it's absolutely vital to my process. My weaponry has a special relationship with physics, in that it's weightless until it meets something solid, like a wall. And the force of impact is magnified by its speed way more than a physical object would, which means at the point of contact it's like hefting a one-ton steel beam. So I have to practice having a strong stance and sense of balance, or when I swing my axe it's going to get wedged and I'll have to reform it. Which, mind you, is very easy unless I'm under attack. Which I will be. Yoga also helps clear the clutter from my mind, like all the poo poo I just said. It's soothing in a way I can't explain. Anyway, I was doing yoga when my phone went off. I only have a phone for Fina to keep tabs on me. So, I answer it. "Mat! I think I saw her." "Whoa, hey, slow down," I say, as nonchalantly as I can. "You mean you saw your sister?" "Yes. She was in a suit, she was walking toward me, and I was going to talk to her, but she..." "She didn't notice you, did she?" "She might have. I don't know, but she didn't react when I called to her." "They might not be interested in..." I don't know how to say it. "In what, Mat?" "Civilians." She was silent for a little. In the meantime, the monitor in my room shows the Coordinator talking about Bea-Tech. "Mat, I can only do so much over here." "I know, I know. I've got my hands full with the League, but if I do enough of these jobs, I can come back. I'll bring authority, I'll be strong--We will be stronger." An automated voice that sounds an awful lot like Miracle starts calling for everyone to get going. "We can't give up. It's slow going, but we're making progress, right?" I think I hear a chortle, but she's covering the receiver. "I hate it when you do that." "Do what?" Another chuckle, and another alert goes off. "Sorry, I gotta go. Making the world right, all that poo poo. But I'll talk to you after, okay?" "Whatever, you idiot." For the record, she meant 'using her words against her.' That's what she said to me when she encouraged me to make statements with my murals. Anyway, I was about to change into my uniform when I remembered I ignored one of Ras' voicemails. Well, no time like the present. I let it play while I changed. Hey Mat, it's me. Your brother? Listen, I know you're upset, but you gotta understand, the League's just not the place for you. They have so many rules to follow, don't they? Don't you want to govern yourself? You can do that here, with Riptide. I've been here for months and I haven't worked a day, feels like! Look, can we talk again, Mat? Brother?... You're making a mistake, Yamato. *krck* His voice sounded different just then. How does he know what the League is like? He thinks he understands me just because we've been through so much. Looking back, it feels like the separation was always there, from childhood even. We were always in different dimensions. ===== The Crime Scene Working with Miracle is cool. I mean, she's a genius for one, but the fact that we fought off that gang of assholes back in Island Tower was reason enough for me to respect her. I think she deserves her leadership position. I mean, if she starts bossing me around I probably won't listen to her, but I'll protect her if I have to. And hey, it's cool that she's the leader and I'm not! Wait. Something's off... Am I under-dressed? Everyone's in some fancy costume, but honestly I'm good with just a black tank top and bootleg yoga pants. Part of my style is the need to be underestimated, so I can start playing tricks. The team gets it. But still, standing here makes me feel uncomfortable. No, it's not the outfit. Right, the explosion! I could tell it was getting too boring. Wonder who's gonna come out of that smoke. Two girls, one with a giant robot arm with a glowing green orb on a leash. And a van to carry them both. I shout, "Couldn't have sprung for something faster?" But they're taking off. And so is Neon, with all the usual parkour skills. For my part, I'm running as fast as I can and forming a big spartan shield in my hand. Once they turn, I get my bearings on the city while... Oh what the hell. So, Neon's skating down the street in the wake of this van. loving brilliant. "Swing 'em back around, I say through my communicator, "So us terrestrials can have a shot!" Hopefully he can hear me over the sounds of how awesome and crazy this stunt is. While he's doing that, I'll set up the trap with these simple household objects. Now, I just need to trick them into slowing down... I guess they can run into a police barricade. Unleashing my powers! [16:10:49] <RWT> !r 2d6 [16:10:50] <Krysmbot> RWT, 10 = 10 Double May Care fucked around with this message at 01:26 on Aug 28, 2016 |
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 Fre: +3 | Dan: +1 | Sav: 0 | Sup: -1 | Mun: 0 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: none I was about halfway through the Mega City Exclusion Zone Driver's Manual (Motorcycle Edition) when the call came through from Coordinator Luden. I know that sounds dumb, but the bike's getting pretty close to done, and soon I should probably test for my license -- save a lot of hassles on getting to jobs, right? No more having to grab rides? But the written test is a beast, especially when you get to stuff like the special laws for traffic through Ancient Metropolis. After the last time I was in Ancient Metropolis, well... gotta be careful. Anyway, I was taking notes in my room when the call came in. They've got a pretty decent room for for me -- big windows, a balcony, and some are the big ones. I don't technically, like... photosynthesize? I think? But the body likes a lot of light. Still, it's not all planty in there, which I'm kind of grateful for there. Someone got the memo. It's just the windows, and a little more reinforcement on the floors, but otherwise it's just a room. I appreciate that. There's even a little work table for when I want to tinker with something. It took me a few minutes to throw on my action outfit -- yes, okay, I know it shows a lot of skin, but it has to. I'd just ruin anything more covering, and besides, it's not like it's that skimpy: a stretchy, backless tank top and knee-length skort, both black with green along the hems. Kind of can't avoid the green, can you? Anyway, after that I was down the stairs and on the way to my ride. It's probably for the best I'm not licensed yet; I don't know my way around Shimmering Twilight, and it can be a little disorienting. It's not just the lights, either. To some extent, yeah, it's my body saying this is not a good place for us: all metal and concrete, even less greenery than Patchwork Paradise, maybe because around here people aren't even trying to have planters and window boxes. I think my body kind of orients itself on the local plant life and the sun, and Shimmering Twilight doesn't have much of either, so... yeah, it could be better. But, at the end of the day, my body isn't in charge here. I'm in charge, and I know I can get my powers to behave long enough to get the job done around here. The more I do it, the more I'll train it, too. ... I hope. When we got to the scene, the first one to really grab my eye was Kraftwerk. I read a little bit about her before we moved in -- one of the local hoods, on the wrong side of the local corps? But seeing that arm for the first time was a trip! That isn't the kind of thing you can build on your own, however much of a genius you are. It made me wonder if she started out as a test subject, and... okay, I couldn't help but sympathize a little, if that was the case. With an arm like that and a hunt out for you, it's easy to see how you might fall into crime. This isn't a simple subsistence smash-n-grab, though; this is elaborate and, from what I can see from that orb, about... music? What, are they throwing a drat party? I think it sarcastically, but the fact that they're heading towards the center of the zone makes me wonder if they really are trying to wire up for a mass announcement. Dishing up corp dirt? Trying to start a riot? Something more complicated, something worse? If all they want to do is get the truth out, okay, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to give them the benefit of the doubt. They need to be stopped, just in case... ... Which means catching up with the van. Kouki's already hitching a ride, but I'm just going to have to run for it, I guess. Still... that's not such a tall order, for someone like me. I start off sprinting in the direction of the van, and as I do, my legs begin to lengthen, their human shape dwindling as they grow into long, twisted limbs of barked flesh. My gait grows longer and longer, and soon I'm taking impossibly fast strides as I run, gaining ground swiftly against the van. I can't beat Kouki at this rate, but who cares, right? Unleash Powers to catch up with the van: 2d6+3 11
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 Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 0/5 "Smile wider, dear, you're a hero now!" I smile wider, for the billionth time. I hate this. I hate every minute of it. Posing, for hours of end, locking my face into position and pretending this is a wonderful, joyous moment. The camera shutter clicks another hundred times, capturing my image - the only thing they want from me. Whatever. This photo shoot is almost over, and then I can climb up to the top of this drat tower and get some alone time. Internally, I roll my eyes. Of course it'd be me. A new hero group forms, saves the day, and they want my picture for the magazine cover. What about the other members of the team? They helped too! "Okay, now - you're a tiger! Give me a roar!" ... Hours later, and I'm finally alone - alone with my guitar. I strum it a little absentmindedly, letting the chord clear my mind of the horrible morning spent in the photo shoot. My guitar is definitely my best source of comfort - a Gibson "Red Ruby" XB-2000. Of course, I just call mine the Heartbreaker. And thank god for my powers, because it doesn't need to be plugged in or anything to play any type of music you'd ever want. Just a simple wave transformation to make it electric, acoustic, change the tuning, throw in some reverb, you name it. I've been working on a song for a few days now, something about trying your hardest, even when it's hard, even when nobody wants you to succeed. Sometimes, that's exactly how I feel, with advertisers and marketers and whoever just wanting me to pose for pics instead of being out there saving people, or even just bonding with my team. I sigh. Of course... being up here alone isn't really being with my team either. As if on cue, Luden's name flashes on my comm and starts barking out orders. I stand, slinging the Heartbreaker onto my back, stretch, then head for the door back inside. Time to get down to business! ... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to be heading to Bea-tech. They've got some of the best speakers in the Exclusion Area, lightweight and portable. If I can pull this off, I could definitely hook up the Freedom Tower with top-notch acoustics. I mean... I could make it do that all by myself if I wanted, but sometimes it's nice to turn it off, you know? Anyways, my arrival is interrupted, unfortunately enough, with a massive explosion and two villains - one with a big robot arm and the other with some sort of flower-themed power. Definitely not as flashy as me, though the pink petals are a nice touch. A van pulls in to take them, and some sort of orb follows behind, blasting out a little techno music. I try to look closely but its moving too fast to get a good look at what's inside. Whatever it is, probably worth saving, right? I smile a bit as Neon Savior launches into action. Of course he's first. Gotta love the effort, especially as he hops onto the street sign and starts skating behind the van. Alraune takes off running as well. Miracle probably has some gadget that can speed her up, but Wane looks a little lost. How darling, I think with a smile. My plan to catch up to the van? It's easy. Spotting fans always is. Right in front of me, some 20-year-old guy has whipped out his phone, and is snapping pictures of me in my hero costume - I mean, who wouldn't. The motorcycle he's sitting on has at least a dozen decals featuring my face. I mean... could you be more obvious? I approach and give him a quick pose and smile, then I hold out my hand, "How'd you like to help stop a crime?" 14:08 Ferg Xenon seeking help from the audience (fan's motorcycle) 14:08 Ferg .roll 2d6+2 14:08 Platonibot Ferg: 8 (2d6+2=2, 4) He has a high demand - of course, I'm hoping the pose and smile for his pictures are enough :p
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 Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: +0 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Location: "It's not going to work," Atari reports especially cheerfully from atop the server racks nearby where I'm working, electric eyes gleaming in the relative darkness of the dimly lit lab aka my bedroom. I'm doing my best to ignore her and concentrate on wiring this thing, since it's nearly complete. Robot cat or not, I don't have to pay attention to her all the time - she's definitely not programmed to need it. She knows I'm ignoring her and carries on anyways. "More than once anyways - it'll burn out halfway through first use, and you're going to act like nobody could've predicted it." Leaping from her frequent perch while I'm studying or experimenting, she lands atop the table I've got the glove whose engineering (mine, thank you) is in question with uncanny grace - which I can't help but smile at, since I fixed the bug with her landing improperly under certain heights. She's literally a carefully constructed counter argument to her own sassy criticisms of my latest creation, in that both she and it are works of utter genius. Again, mine. "Good point Atari, I don't understand thermodynamics and I've never used a heat-sink before." Idly gesturing towards the modular one that's right next to her, I'm just about to ask her to fetch it and get refused when she suddenly begins to project a hologram from her chest, displaying a league representative. The look on her artificially feline face signifies that she believes she's won our argument somehow - which is ridiculous. Just for that cat, I'm testing it out on whatever heroic endeavor Tanya Luden has for us... -------------------------------- I have to admit, I'm not as prepared for this as I'd hoped I was. Don't get me wrong, I have both my full compliment of gear and a few new experimental additions - including the PowerGlove 0.2 - and I am in excellent physical health, having gotten enough sustenance and sleep. It's, uh, just that I do not feel like I was entirely prepared for the emotional aspect of all of this. It's not that I'm scared of the villains we're to face either... it's that my teammates trust me. They made me their leader, unanimously even. It's knowing that I'm supposed to basically be Minerva for my team - wise, clever, observant, always one step ahead, hidden aces up both sleeves and in a couple pockets. And, mostly, it's questioning that I'm good enough for any of those things. As we arrive at the facility as a team, I've got all my scanners set to maximum intensity... not that I need to have bothered. Our antagonists waste no times in making themselves known, and rather destructively at that. Raising my arms as the shards of glass fall towards us, I pull my goggles down from my forehead to my face, which is about as close to drawing a weapon as I need to do for the moment. My eyes are immediately drawn to the green orb they've got with them, but that doesn't mean that either of them escapes either me or my sensors and RAD Goggles. Infinity Blossom and Kraftwerk, hmmm? <Nea_> <Rauri> Been Reading the Files on Infinity Blossom <Rauri> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 9+3 = 12 <Robodog> high rollers on tonight Already handled followup and something different aspects of this somewhat janky move via irc By my estimations we already have this fight won, it's just a matter of time. Of the pair, the less known - but not less dangerous - of them is Infinity Blossom. While her sword techniques are impressive, they're fundamentally flawed. Without substantial concentration, she cannot utilize ANY of her abilities, beyond merely waving some sharp metal about. Of course... that sword of hers looks significantly more impressive than I remember it appearing in the files I have on her. Who gave it to her? Regardless of that, disrupting her will be key to our efforts... and as for Kraftwerk, she's got an arm I am fairly certain I can hijack, or at least shut down. With these factors in mind, it's obvious that Wane and Xenon Heart can both easily keep Infinity Blossom off balance, while Neon Savior and Alaraune are suited for catching the van and subduing Kraftwerk while I capture that green orb they're so keen to keep. We need merely act as a unit, and... wait where's everyone going? I haven't said anything yet! NOBODY KNOWS THE PLAN! "But wait..." I say to no one in particular, all my teammates taking off in opposite direction and generally doing a lot more shouting than we need to. At least it seems almost everyone (I am waiting to pass judgement on Xenon Heart's... whatever she's doing for a few more seconds) has the right idea: stop the van and prepare to engage the duo. It's just that we don't know what we're up against, and we're all acting independently! No one would do this to mom if she was team leader, they'd wait for her to outline the plan! This isn't how this is supposed to go! I mean, nothing bad has happened yet, but still! Sticking near Wane while he starts to setup one of his classic tricks, I've got my Goggles fixed on the duo, and my attention on our team's comm's channel. Time to make sure we're all utilizing the same set of blueprints. "Neon Savior and Alaraune - chase the vehicle back towards Wane and then assist in disabling it. We want to split them up, utilize our numbers against them: Xenon Heart and Wane against Infinity Blossom - the one with the sword - Alaraune and Neon Savior, want you against Kraftwerk. I'll disable the their Orb and provide backup." Reaching into a pocket of my long, heavily customized Labcoat, I withdraw my new PowerGlove with one hand, tapping my goggles with a finger from the other to rapidly switch through scanning methods, doing my best to guarantee that I have all the information I need to lead us to victory. My team trusts me to do so after all. <Rauri> Assess Situation <Rauri> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 5+3 = 8 How could we best end this quickly? Due to having Be Mindful of Your Surroundings, get to ask a second - What here is the biggest threat?
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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? As the car speeds off into the distance, the camera pans inside, through the window, revealing the driver within, streetlights intermittently lighting up her face, which twists through a series of emotions as she tries to keep the vehicle under control...  Local Threat Level Villain- Immaculate and Perfected Form of the Technolog- "OI, JENNA, CAN'T YOU DRIVE THIS PIECE OF poo poo ANY FASTER?" ... Local Threat Level Villain- None of you have any idea who this nerd is. She swears as she types ever faster on the laptop that she seems to have replaced the van's controls with, swerving across lanes of traffic, hair flowing across her face- "Hey, I told you to call me by my CODE NAME!" "IT's a STUPID codename!" Kraftwork shouts from above, leaning down for just a second to glare through the window. "Just GIVE ME A SECOND, you know this poo poo is hard, right? Look, I'm doing the best I can-" And then her eyes go wide, as Wane's police-barricade illusion is revealed before them. "Son of a-" With a series of quick turns, the vehicle drifts through all five lanes of traffic on the road, but still manages to complete it's U-turn- driving straight back towards the rest of you! Infinity Blossom, from her perch on the roof, lifts her sword up into the air, closing her eyes and spinning it in a circle- before slashing directly downwards with it, sending bolts of pink light into the ground, where they erupt around or near you, quickly growing into small trees, bushes, brambles, even a few flowers, throwing up a small barrier towards continuing the chase- and towards reclaiming the...whatever it was they stole. Kraftwork, for her part, seems well occupied enough trying to keep the bubble following along with them and steady on the car. Everyone: That van is barreling straight towards you- this is an excellent opportunity for those of you that got towards it to leap on, catch up to it, or otherwise get alongside it and chase good- for the rest of you, it might just buy you enough time to do those things. How do you react to infinity blossom's latest gamble? No influence over all All have the same purpose- +1 No one /seems/ to distrust Miracle? You're ill prepared and off balance- Start with 2 team, or Miracle can take a condition to start with 3. Neon: The first to start off and the first to get close, your sign surfing is excellent, if dangerous- with the speed of traffic and the speed of the van, there's not much room to make mistakes, when the smallest wrong action could leave you splattered on the pavement- but eventually, you do, as the car whips into it's U-turn the sign clips a telephone pole, sending you flying into the air- Talked with Justice a bit here And towards the car, and if you're careful with your movements and time it just right- Yes! You land feet first onto the speeding van, and even manage to keep your footing! "What the loving /hell/?!" Kraftwork shouts, and lifts her robotic arm- the green circles upon it glow bright, and that's all the warning you get before it erupts in a beam of sheer light- and that's just enough warning to duck under it, leaving you safe- but holy poo poo, there were about a million points in time where that could have gone wrong, and left you a smear on the pavement or ash floating through the air- Mark a condition of your choice. Given all that, what do you do? Wane: Badass! Your plan worked perfectly, and now you've got a second shot, the van's closing in range and you've got a trick up your sleeve, a song in your heart, a plan- you DO have a plan, right? Because with you being the only one available, that car's heading straight for /you/, so you better think of something fast! So, what do you do? Alraune: As you grow out your limbs, stepping faster and faster, growing taller and taller, you're easily able to start catching up with the van- between the power of your new form and your sheer size, it's easy, but... Well, for one, there's the fact that Infinity Blossom is lashing out with plants- if you're not careful, that'll trip you right up, but come on - that's your /thing/, isn't it? Not to mention, some of the pedestrians are giving you some pretty strange looks, shying away on the sidewalk, it's, uh. Not exactly the nicest feeling. Nevertheless, you absolutely have a chance to take action here- So what do you do? Xenon: While the chase is running by, you're here haggling with this weird Otaku- he's got a shirt with your face on it, his BIKE has your face on it, everywhere, your face, your logo, your everything! It's a little bit werid, and despite all this he's /still/ giving you trouble! He pushes up a set of gleaming glasses on his face, bending down a bit- "Oh my gosh, you really AAAARE Xenon, huh?" He smiles ever wider- and it's not really a good smile. "Look, I'm a huuuge fan! I'm sure you know that, so, uh, it'll be easy- just, um. If you give me a kiss I'll lend you the bike! Yeah, that!" U, UMM??? You're on a bit of a time limit here, the chase is ever progressing- What do you do? Miracle: Your scanners throw up a series of lights and highlights- identifying key points of information and outlining them in pink circles and red squares, taking photos of everything around, pulling up short bits of information- you know the make and model of the Van, that there's a bit of broken off toothpick in Kraftwerk's mouth, that Infinity Blossom is sweating, just a bit- and it gives you a few ideas. Namely, the fastest way to end this is to crash the car. It's not the kind of Van that's going to survive multiple high level impacts, and it would certainly put a stop to this quick, and that would make it a lot harder to run. While the Driver isn't pulling up any info, based on your brief glances of her, and Infinity Blossom isn't too much of a threat, Kraftwerk is. She's known for high amounts of colatteral damage, especially when pressed into a corner, and keeping that from happening is going to be intregal to coming off of this clean. So, with the van heading towards you, and having learned a good bit about this, you've not got long to put your plan into place- So, what do you do?
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 While the otaku in front of me thinks over my request, I watch out of the corner of my eye as my team leaps into action, forcing the van to make a U-turn and come back this way. Nice job, Wane. I click my tongue as the otaku asks for a kiss. Sigh... I get that these guys have a crush on me, but you'd think that they'd come up with some originality - Oh well. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the attention... and this bike is so my style. I hop onto it, tap the speakers on the thing which magically begin to play my newest single, then lean over, place my hands gently on the otaku's cheeks, and plant a kiss solidly onto his lips. What's the harm in granting a wish? Plus, I'm pretty sure that he's not getting this bike back in pristine condition. I give the engine a few solid revs, then engage the clutch and give the bike some wheelspin, performing a perfect 180-degree turn. I whistle at Wane as I pull my hair back and snap it into a hair tie, "Hop on, Blossom buddy. We got a swordswoman to skewer." Ride secured, I now turn to the enemy, studying the woman now perched atop the van, staring daggers into Neon Savior, who, to be fair, has his oh-poo poo-how-did-that-even-just-happen face on. Infinity Blossom, eh? 18:49 Ferg xenon analyze the sitch 18:50 Ferg .roll 2d6+2 18:50 Platonibot Ferg: 6 (2d6+2=1, 3) 18:50 Ferg booooo Marking potential Team, anyone?
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Fre: -1 | Dan: -1 | Sav: 2 | Sup: 1 | Mun: 2 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Afraid There’s a moment when Neon Savior’s boots first hit the top of the van, when the thud of his weight bowing the steel roof hits his ears, where his heart is slamming in his chest and the sound of blood rushing through his body almost deafens him to roaring engine and the shriek of the wind around him. I can’t believe I just pulled that off. he thought, glancing down as if to confirm that his feet were indeed beneath him. When his eyes flitted back up again, he was staring into Kraftwerk’s broad metallic palm as green lights raced down it in circles. He’d seen that effect before. ”WHOA!” Neon Savior leaned back hard, bridging his back like some kind of glow-in-the dark limbo king as a wide beam of green energy blazed out to fill the space where his head had been a second ago, instead it merely missed the front of his faceplate by an inch. Rather than rolling back onto the hood of the van, however, Neon Savior’s gloved hands slapped against the top of the van to brake his fall, a quick push giving him enough momentum to get upright again. “Krafty, come on!” he entreated, the runners in his suit shifting from their golden hue to an imitation of the green energy she herself used as he spoke, “You never call, you never write, then when I catch you out on the town with a beautiful girl you try to blow me off!” he brought both hands close to his chest, as though gripping his heart, though his tone was light and it was clear he was grinning ear to ear underneath his helmet. “You’re breaking my heart, I really thought you and I had something special!” he said, leaning in a bit closer. Assuming that she was still running on the same specs as the last time they’d tangled, Kraftwerk couldn’t put out two blasts like that in rapid succession. With this precarious footing, if he could just prod her into taking a swing at him with that big steely mitt, she might just do his work for him. [02:13] <JusticeGrieves> Provoking Kraftwerk [02:13] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+1 [02:13] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 8+1 = 9 Trying to get Krafty to swing on Neon Savior, overextend, and lose her footing. If someone wants to throw a Team my way (and Neopie says she’s a valid target to Provoke) I can still manage that. Otherwise, Nea picks the effect. Justice Grieves fucked around with this message at 18:04 on Sep 1, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: +0 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Location: Shimmering Twilight - Downtown Hell no Miracle isn't taking a condition for an extra team at the moment, since we're only off balance because no one waited around for the plan (aka I took a while to post) These Goggles really do make things easier - it was a prudent decision on my part to design them. Utilize Wane's distraction and one of my inventions to disable their vehicle, then divvy the three villains up among us, as per my earlier set of battle orders to the team. Instead of the Orb, initially I'll take the driver, since she's easiest to subdue and I'm the highest ranked among us. Then, in order of priority: Kraftwerk, the Orb, Infinity Blossom. The van's speeding towards us, thanks to Wane, with Alraune racing alongside it, Xenon Heart on a motorcycle doing the same, and Neon Savior having decided to try and kill himself all over the place but not quite managed it yet, and thus he's atop the van I'm about to cripple. If everyone would've just waited on me this would be so easy, but instead, what? They don't trust me? I mean, logically it has to be that. Striding towards the center of the road, staring their vehicle down as I tap a few settings on the PowerGlove's console, it's all I can think about. If I was more "outgoing" or whatever, they'd like me more - and if they liked me more, they'd listen to me instead of ignoring me on purpose. Regardless, it's do or die time. The van's barreling down the road right towards me, and I've got my new invention aimed right at it. "Here's one hundred million volts of stop right there!" <Rauri> Miracle Unleash Powers <Rauri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 6+1=7 Utilizing a forward from assess and marking Insecure to make it neither temporary or unstable - Miracle's disabled their van. I hope that sounds cool - it's actually only ninety seven million volts, not even the top recorded strength for a bolt of lightning. Making things worse, it seems Atari was absolutely right... not enough heat dissipation, even with the hastily installed heatsink. This glove's a smoldering wreck - like their van's electrical systems - I'll have to re-enginer it. My glove, not their van, obviously. Spending a team to boost Xenon Heart's roll by 1 - she's got more time to assess since the van's slowing to a lightning induced halt. We have 1 point of team left.
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 Miracle's trick gives me all the time I need to study the swordswoman. Asking: How can we best end this quickly?
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Fre: 0 | Dan: 0 | Sav: 0 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Ha, they fell for it hook, line, and spinner. Their fancy flowers don't do much against a billion volts of electricity! Miracle and her gadgets, always saving the day. But it's Neon and Xenon stealing the show, really. "Blossom Buddy? Heh," I say to her. I mean, that's a really lame name, but she's bothering to talk to me, so I gotta listen. I run over and sit behind her, shield in one hand and... to hell with it, a lance in the other. "Alright, you wanna lead me up there?" She seems kinda lost in thought, which is... cool, I guess. Holding onto an action until Xenon can supply us with a strategy.
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Fre: +3 | Dan: +1 | Sav: 0 | Sup: -1 | Mun: 0 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Guilty (-2 Provoke/Assess) Plants, huh? Really? Oh, Infinity Blossom, you have no idea what you've gotten into. I know Miracle is telling me to go after Kraftwerk, but in the meantime, I've gotta clear the way, right? That's just common sense. It's as simple as getting a foot in the newly-grown greenery and willing my symbiotic microbes into action, veins pulsing with reddish-brown fluid as that same fluid oozes out to make contact with the plants. Sure, it's not pretty -- but when you get down to it, nature's pretty nasty. This may be something I have to demonstrate personally. Once the plants are transfected, it's easy enough to order them to disobey their creator and dance to my tune. The greenery barrier Infinity Blossom threw out begins to die away, clearing our path... and new runners erupt from the concrete around and behind the van, aiming to cage in Infinity Blossom and her cohorts. Even if their van is disabled, we can't have them fleeing on foot, or even making any serious attempt at it. That means... aw, Hell, may as well go all the way. My ichor-veins pulse, and the plants spring up hideous life, growing ever taller and sprouting tumorous brambles and thorns. This isn't nature being nasty. This is me being nasty, perverting the beautiful things that Infinity Blossom creates, twisting everything I touch with this power I have. I... I feel kind of bad about it. But... this is what I do, and goddammit, if I'm doing it, I'm doing it right. Unleash Powers to get the plants on our side: 2d6+3 9 Marking condition Guilty, noted above, to prevent the effects being unstable/temporary. LET'S RUIN THINGS
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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? Kraftwerk's eyes go wide as Neon shittalks her, her metallic fist clenching, the bubble behind her wavering as she stares him dead in the eye, leaning back ever so slightly. "You think this is a time for loving JOKES? I've got too much on the line here to waste-" Her arm swings back, tapping the roof of the car as she really leans into it, one leg up in the air- "Time..." And then she launches forwards, her fist flying DIRECTLY towards you, streaming through the air- "WITH A poo poo LIKE YOU!" And then with a jolt, the vehicle stops, slowing all too fast- you were prepared, YOU had time to steady your footing, even if it was a bitof a surprise, while Kraftwerk had no time to prepare- and sails right over your head. Good news- she's off the car, and falling. Bad news, the bubble containing the... whatever it is flies with her- and yeah, that's definitely faint jazz coming from it as it flies through the air- Kraftwerk lands a good thirty, fourty feet from the car, and after a bit of stumbling, promptly takes off in a run on foot, the bubble floating down behind her, tossing out a few odd blasts from her hand as she runs, and runs, and runs, sliding over cars, ducking around corners- Neon, The glint in her eye, the stumbling on impact- you feel like you understand her a bit better, at least enough to get one more good shot at her. +1 forward against Kraftwerk for Neon. Downside, she's fleeing- and Infinity Blossom's still up here on the roof, with you! === Inside the van, Jenna 's laptop erupts in a pile of sparks, as the car comes to a final halt. She goes bright white, tapping at it frantically, but there's no response, nothing! "No, no, no!" Her eyes are wide, and she just keeps... relentlessly trying, but nothing, nothing, no response- She's almost in tears, honestly. ... She looks out towards the vines, slumping back in her chair. "This... this... you, you said it would be EASY! You said this was the only thing I'd ever need to do and we'd be gone, and we'd be out of here!" Jenna marks Afraid. "Can , can you even HEAR me out there? I, I.. I'm sorry!." ... Xenon, out in the fray, as all this is going on, your motorcycle starts acting weird- Jenna grimaces, closing her eyes, and even covering them with one hand, before flicking her hand to the right- sending your bike directly forwards, and you're pointed right at Alraune! She can take a hit like this, sure, but for both of you, this isn't exactly an ideal situation! For the two of you, remedy the situation in your next posts, or take a powerful blow. Still, you had more than enough time to think, and with Kraftwerk on the run, the driver disabled, and... it looks like a shitton of plants growing to trap Infinity Blossom and Neon in a cage match up there, it looks like the best idea, if you can manage it, would be to go straight for Kraftwerk, but that might be easier said than done.... Wane, It probably seemed like a good idea to hop onto that bike at the time, back when it was you know, working. Uh, but gently caress- this seems to have been a bit of an error on your part. Still ,with the two of you, and a speeding motorcycle, you have the best shot at getting Kraftwork, /if/ you can get over there. You've got a shot to do something big- tricks with illusions, whip yourself out of this turn, SOMETHING, the spotlight's on you, the crowd's watching- you can see everyone, pedestrians, bystanders, even the people going down the road, watching the team, watching you- and it's time to give them a loving show, right? Speaking of those nerds, Miracle, you're the one left mostly untouched by all this, so you can see something pretty important here- rather than you, the leader, the trained one, the one who was supposed to make stuff okay, who just stopped the car and did cool badass stuff... ... Wane went to Xenon for advice. ... Do they really hate you that much? In your minds eye, you see Minerva, bright, and shining, and leading at the front, her partners working with her, /trusting/ her. But not you. Not you. == Back to you, Neon , Infinity Blossom is on the roof, and she doesn't look mad. She looks centered, eyes closed, sword held above her head- the subversion of her plants elicited only a brief shock in here, and as the two of you are locked in, you can feel that she's formulating an escape plan. And then her eyes open- you almost WISH she would be angry, scared, something, THAT would be comforting. But no, there's only steely resolve, in her firm stance, in the swing of her sword- as she lashes out with several precise strikes, the extra foot between you and her sword not really helping your case- each slash unleashes one of those pink beams she shot earlier, and these ones aren't just growing plants- each slash slices through the cage you're in, not freeing the VAN, but giving her room to exit, a hole growing with each strike against it- also, you're kind of in the way, so that might be a problem. M, maybe this was a bad idea after all!? Take a powerful blow. And as for all of you... What do you do?
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Fre: 0 | Dan: 0 | Sav: 0 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +1 Potential: 1!/5 | Conditions: No... no, this can work. Yeah, see, now we have the element of surprise! "Xeen, you got anything?" I say, "Y'know what, forget it. Get ready for some fireworks. Just, uh, let me think up a game plan." Okay, the play will go like this: I'll make six copies of us and the whole deal, we'll burn out and start running like crazy around Alraune's plants. They'll think we brought an army with all the roaring engines, but really it's just the last bike that's real. I'll ride right up to Kraftwerk's arm and break it with my lance while she's trying to swing away at a copy... or Neon. Whatever. I'm concentrating on it. To be honest, I'm not sure how well I can control six copies at the same time, but it's going to be super effective when I do. Or maybe that's if. "Ah, what the hell. Gun it, Xeen, we'll do it live!" Okay, make copies. One, two, three, four... Head. My head hurts. [18:56:15] <RWT> Okay, this is Unleashing My Powers. [18:56:44] <RWT> !r 2d6 [18:56:45] <Krysmbot> RWT, 2 = 2 And that's a Potential... I can't concentrate on that for long, since holy poo poo we're careening off-course! "Xeen!" is all I can say before I have to drop my lance and raise my shield in front of both of us, molding it so it can fit right in front of the bike and... make it glassy so Xenon can see (but it's still... hard light, I'm hoping). "Just, I dunno, keep driving!" Please tell me this works. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 03:41 on Sep 11, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Location: Shimmering Twilight - Downtown But... what? Does not compute! The van's down, but otherwise our (my) strategy hasn't survived contact with the field - at all. My teammates are wandering around like headless chickens or badly programmed NPCs, and it's going to make all of this much more difficult than it needs to be. I mean... my oldest friend on the team is asking Xenon what to do next instead of me? Doesn't Wane know I'm the leader - I'd thought the vote was unanimous! My Goggles are pulling up a thousand different targets and variables and this whole battle has gotten much too complicated, but it's obvious what I need to do next - get my team to trust me enough to listen to my strategies. What's the point of being a supergenius (certified) if your more physically capable friends and teammates won't acknowledge it? Neon's engaging Infinity Blossom from the look of things - she's definitely not who I told him to fight - but he'll make a perfect test for my new tactical plan to win my teammate's loyalty, so I suppose I'll save him. Reaching a hand into a pocket of my coat, I'm taking a couple quick steps closer to him, using ocular signals to get my Goggles to calculate the perfect throwing angle for me. Once that's done, I lob the Shield-Sphere I've grabbed his way. It won't last long, but for the next few seconds he's going to be absolutely immune to any counterattack of hers - unless she can cut through barriers capable of standing up to gigajoules of direct energy attacks, I've tested them. "That'll fade soon Neon, get ready!" <Rawri> Defend Neon Savior <Rawri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rawri, 5+1 = 6 <Rawri> could probably use a team for that Actually I can, selfishly spending team to guarantee that Miracle is the person that saves Neon Savior instead of anyone else on the team getting the chance to, raising Savior by 1 and lowering Mundane by one, thus boosting the roll to a 7. Taking Influence, exposing self to danger. Rauri fucked around with this message at 01:09 on Sep 13, 2016 |
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 | Flamboyant Hold: 3 Wane on board, check. Bad guys on the run, check. Motorcycle... whoa! The bike darts around underneath me, wildly out of control. I manage to spot how - whoever that driver of the van is, is doing it! Her tapping coincides unfortunately with the bike lining up directly with Alraune! I grimace, but soon a smile emerges as I come up with a plan. I holler back to Wane, who appears to be dealing with some sort of massive headache as he gives the bike some armaments, "Hang on tight, Wanerino!" 16:25 Ferg xenon unleash powers! 16:25 Ferg .roll 2d6+1 16:25 Platonibot Ferg: 11 (2d6+1=6, 4) Oh this is going to be good While most of my training has focused so far on the Heartbreaker, there's a few other areas. Specifically in this case, the sound that a tire makes as it travels over a surface - pushing air downward and making that familiar rumble noise that everybody equates to driving. Well, if done right - here, I'll just show you instead of tell you. Several loud bursts emit from below my tires, and the bike is thrown upward - Wane, you remembered to hold on tight, right? - The motorcycle flies up into the air, with me at the helm and my long purple hair flowing behind, probably intermingling with Wane's face. Still, it's the show that counts, and if this doesn't impress the gathering crowd, well, come on! The bike performs a full flip, right over Alraune and several cars, and lands perfectly on the other side - I knew that practice would pay off! Now, Kraftwerk is just out of arm's reach, and I look like an absolute badass. 16:45 Ferg xenon time for the show 16:45 Ferg .roll 2d6+2 16:45 Platonibot Ferg: 12 (2d6+2=6, 4) Holding 3 Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 00:49 on Sep 13, 2016 |
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Fre: +3 | Dan: +1 | Sav: 0 | Sup: -1 | Mun: 0 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: Guilty, Angry, Insecure "What am I -- I'm trying to cage them in! Dude, I have to... we have to... take care of this!" Kouki's getting the worst of it up there, I know that, but it still stings to have him yell at me like that. Does he really think I'm trying to get him killed? I know he can handle himself -- it's not my fault if he's getting cold feet about this whole thing, is it? We have a responsibility, goddammit. We have to live up to that. If he's not prepared to deal with that, well, we're gonna need to talk. gently caress this. Taking Angry from Neon's lash-out. I decide to leave him to it, remembering that I have an order from Miracle: go after Kraftwerk. I'm off like a shot to try and focus on her, turn the rage and shame I'm feeling into something productive. "Hey, get back here!" I shout. "We're not done yet!" I don't notice the bike coming at me until it's nearly on me, and I turn just in time to see Xenon pull... okay, I actually have no idea what Xenon just did. Sound vibrational... something? It's cool as all Hell, but now really isn't the time to say so. Still, I shoot Xenon a quick thumbs-up as I close in with her and Kraftwerk, opening my palms in what seems to be a peaceful gesture. And then the vines erupt from my wrists, geenish-brown and ropy, snagging the floating globe out of the air and wrapping it tight in vegetation before pulling it back to me. I'd rather just use my hands, honestly, and I'm not sure this is going to work if Infinity Blossom catches up with me, but I'm pretty sure I can play keep-away okay with Xenon here. If I can draw this thing in and kind of... subsume it, they're not gonna try and take any shots at me, right? Right? Directly Engage Kraftwerk: 2d6+1 6 Marking potential for a miss and invoking Not Human Enough to mark a condition (Insecure) in exchange for still getting a pick off the "directly engage" list: take something from them. You can probably tell what that something is.
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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? Remaining Team: One Alraune's arm lashes out for Kraftwerk- and while she herself avoids the vines, carefully edging back, the orb is successfully seized- and in the brief moment of surprise you have, you pull it right back to you. The thing hums-whatever's inside that orb is still playing, a soft beat echoing, quietly, but there...... Kraftwerk herself grunts with pure anger, her face controting as she glares at you- but no, no time for her to focus on that, asXenon and Wane approach- Wane's illusions flick in and out and eventually fade as the motorcycle jumps, flies in the air, in a solid arc towards Kraftwerk- there's only fifty, no, maybe a hundred feet between the two of you, and it would simply be seconds before you reach her, and yet her arm swings up into the air, pointing right for you, that beam charging up once more- only to jerk aside at the last second, sweeping across the neighboring buildings, blowing a swathe into one of the nearby skyscrapers, and even worse- sending three or four signs scattering down towards the sidewalk below, where several civilians were gaping, watching the battle, one even filming it- Wane, what building did she just damage? Why is it important? Xenon, who's under that sign? Why do you recognize them? While all this is going on, Kraftwerk is pulling with her arm, the tether of that orb retracting- she isn't making any headway yet, but she's sure giving it her best... Kraftwerk screams into the night, at no one in particular- "Just, just gently caress OFF! You don't goddamn- you don't loving understand this poo poo at ALL, do you? I just- I just need to do this, okay? This is my last loving shot at- at... Of all the loving people, I thought YOU ASSHOLES might understand! But you can't loving do ANYTHING right, can you?" And then Kraftwerk closes her mouth, locking Wane straight in the eye. Wane, Kraftwerk takes influence over you. Xenon is faring much better- what people were filming was MOSTLY her sick jumps, and between the civilians and the Terrible Trio all having, in some way, their eyes on you- well, you feel pretty drat boss, right? As for the both of you, what do you do? Unless you split up, which is also a valid option ,the two of you can only handle Kraftwerk OR the debris, and Alraune is... otherwise occupied. After all... Infinity Blossom looks at Neon for a brief, but meaningful moment- full of sheer disdain, and a complex cocktail of emotions you couldn't begin to piece together from just those few seconds. She raises her sword to strike- but then Miracle's shield bubble falls down on Neon, and she lowers it once more. She sneers, shaking her head, before speaking once, quietly. "Go away. This is all bad enough without you getting in the way." And with that enigmatic message, she departs- taking a running leap off the car, straight for Alraune! Neon, you have given up influence to Infinity Blossom- as well, she's trying to shift your labels- down Savior, up Mundane. You land on the ground, but not fast enough to stop her- her sword glows pink for a moment, before bursting into pink fire- and immediately launching a strike at Alraune, dashing through her in one quick moment- she moves to sheathe the sword, but twitches a bit, as seemingly nothing at all happens to Alraune- no cut, no harm, /nothing./ "The hell...?" It sure doesn't feel right to Alraune though- more like intense indigestion, or horrid gas- it feels like something is bubbling inside her, twisting and shifting... It's... it's /probably/ fine for now, but whatever that feeling is? It's bad news. What do YOU think it is? "Give up the orb." Infinity blossom speaks- her momentary confusion gone from her face, at least for now. "We need it. Look- I don't have time to goddamn monologue, but everything's going to go to poo poo if we can't get it where we need it to go." And then she stops- readying her sword, turning towards Alraune- "This is your last warning." SO, uh... What do you do? Neon, you've been left behind, stumbling behind on the ground- her back is turned to you, Kraftwerk is distracted, and the driver doesn't seem to have exited their vehicle- you could engage anyone, really, or if you think that you'd be better for it, go after that debris- or figure out what the hell is up with the car, too. Really, you have options, here. So, what do you do? Miracle, Neon /owes/ you one- if that barrier hadn't gotten up, he would be sashimi right now! Or... well, not, because he's not a fish. Kebabs? No... You'll figure out the meat metaphor later. For now, the chase has stopped, and traffic is actively avoiding the area- so now you've got a tense standoff and everyone here is within your reach. Still, it looks like everything is going to poo poo- Neon's three steps behind, Who knows what Wane's doing, Alraune got the orb, but Kraftwerk and Infintiy Blossom are flanking her- and you too have a lot of options here... You've got the spotlight- this is your chance to prove yourself, do something to make your mom and YOU proud. So, given that- what do you do? ==== Jenna fumbles in a pocket, frantically pulling out her phone- within seconds she's already gotten it up and dialed a number, which rings three times, before picking up- in the car, she's mostly sheltered from the noise outside, and she speaks tenatively into it... "H... hi, this is Jenna? Ye, yeah, the other one, I know, um. Look, we got ambushed by a bunch of heroes, - no, no, we still have the goods, but we're going to need to change the meeting place. It's kind of hot right now ,but , but could you pick it up from, uh, first and alderman?" She pauses for a long moment, and her face goes white, but she nods. "Y, yeah, got it. I'll see you in a few. B, bye..." Click. Nea fucked around with this message at 02:16 on Sep 20, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Location: Shimmering Twilight - Downtown None of this is going according to plan... and as much as I want to yell at everyone here for not performing according to my predictions, it's clear that I need to adjust the plan. There's only two of them (three if you count the driver, but so long as their vehicle remains disabled and we retain the orb she's not immediately relevant and I have to triage here already) plus some falling debris, and meanwhile there's five of us - and among those five is me. We need to be winning, and thirty seconds ago at that. Good thing everybody's wearing those Communicators I got for them. I have maybe three seconds to formulate a plan before it's too late to be worth telling everyone - which, truth be told, is two seconds more than I need. Super Genius, remember? What would mom do... oh, duh! Awful lot of brawn on that team, but they're not rocking a ton of brains, and there's nothing like winning a fight through cleverness. Time to transmit orders. "Alaraune, catch that debris - Xenon and Wane, stick on Blossom - Neon, back me up." Instructions communicated, it's time to put my plan into action and put myself into the fray. Striding forward, hands outstretched with absolutely nothing in them, I'm facing down our biggest threat, Kraftwerk. Minor annoyance that she's clearly using someone else's tech for her arm, but then again it's a big part of why I'm about to fool her utterly. Flicking my RAD goggles up into my hair, I don't need them for this and want to demonstrate that perceived arrogance to her. She's been beating up on my teammates, but they've been going about this the wrong way... that was my fault, and I'm fixing it now. "Listen, I'm sure you know who Minerva is?" I begin, sounding like I'm talking to a child. Let's keep her focus on me, and not on that Orb she wants back. "I'm her daughter. Yeah, you've already lost." I'm actually convinced they have. The wind picks up dramatically, sending my pristine labcoat and blue pigtails to fluttering in it. "And it's not even a fair fight, since you don't understand how to calibrate your own tech - it's downright obnoxious." Normally I wouldn't be this rude to an opponent, but I want to appear both disdainful and utterly confident so as to goad her. I've been in a lot of video game tournaments, and have seen exactly the strategy I am employing firsthand - you suggest your opponent is too unskilled to do something, then counter them as they try and prove you wrong. "I mean, it's super basic - if you reverse the polarity while bypassing those stabilizers, it'll eliminate the energy drain while improving both range and accuracy. It's two twists of those knobs and that big red button, it's so simple a child could do it." Just to make sure she does, I start to reach into my coat, as if to draw some sort of device, which - if my calculations are right - should be the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back. Yeah, if she performs those adjustments... well, she's not going to enjoy it. Should be a localized explosion though! <Rauri> Provoke Kraftwerk <Rauri> !r 2d6+4 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 6+4 = 10 Provoking Kraftwerk to reverse the polarity of the neutron flow in her arm, aka damage her own equipment. Rauri fucked around with this message at 09:38 on Sep 20, 2016 |
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Fre: +3 | Dan: +1 | Sav: 0 | Sup: -1 | Mun: 0 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: Guilty, Angry, Insecure poo poo. This thing I've captured... this isn't just some kind of audio toy. The energy that's coming out of it isn't anything like sound; it's more like... radiation, maybe? If I still had my technopathy, maybe I could make something sensible out of it, but even the way I am now, I can tell this is a weapon. It's doing something to me, something I don't like at all, and I have to tell myself that I have to keep custody of it, whatever happens. Maybe it won't kill me right now? I can overhear Miracle's commands, and I decide it's best to follow them -- first, to try and stave off Kraftwerk's shot at the civilians, and second, to get myself and the orb out of the major blast radius. The farther I can stay from the fight in progress, the better, so why not play keep-away? Trying to fight off the unnerving sickness of this... thing... I'm carrying, I dash towards the falling debris and debris, trying to grow my arms up into a canopy that will deflect the debris from the bystanders. I just have to be in the right place... get myself going... gently caress! I'm just a little too slow with this thing in my guts, a little too weary, and I can already tell I don't have control of where this stuff is going -- I'm just blocking, not redirecting, and too much of me is focused on not letting the orb out. This... poo poo, poo poo, poo poo. All I can hope now is that I'm not doing more harm than good... Defend bystanders against falling debris: 2d6-2 4 There was also a Krysmbot roll but it was worse so WHATEVER Marking Potential and, uh, completely in the poo poo now
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 | Flamboyant Hold: 3 Kraftwerk's beam lances across my path, missing by inches, and ripping off a whole face of a nearby building. Part of me breathes a sigh of relief - but my breath catches as I notice the civilians standing below raining debris. And look! There's that drat otaku with his stupid phone pointed my way, no doubt filming every second. Why is it always that my fans are the ones taking life-ending risks to get close to me?! Spending a Hold here - Otaku (real name: Kenneth Park) loves me! Miracle's voice crackles in my earpiece, shouting out confusing orders. Attack... Blossom? I was trying to attack Kraftwerk. A little frustrated, I realign my sights on the swordswoman, who just sliced through Alraune, who is now leaping away to deal with the debris. And misses completely! This is all falling apart. "Alraune needs help!" I shout to my team, "Wane, you get Blossom. I'll stop this debris." Hopefully Miracle doesn't hate me for not following her orders... I spin the bike around and point it towards Blossom, then get up into a stand on the motorcycle and, with a nod to Wane, leap off in a beautiful dive aimed Alraune's - and the endangered citizens' - way. I hit the ground and break into a sprint, all the while reaching with one arm around my back and swinging the Heartbreaker into place. With a final jump, I launch myself onto a nearby idling taxi, long abandoned by its driver but in perfect position to blast this debris into the hemisphere. I hit a button on the Heartbreaker and stylishly reach up to my ear, where a small pick is almost always located. Yep - still there. I lower my stance, then start thrashing, a solid rock lick reminiscent of the music style of Grunge Zone. 13:49 Ferg xenon save the people 13:49 Ferg .roll 2d6+1 13:49 Platonibot Ferg: 7 (2d6+1=4, 2) 13:49 Ferg ill take it Putting myself in danger The audio waves are easy enough to generate - a large shockwave erupts from the guitar, sending signs and other rubble flying well away from my otaku and his friends - and Alraune, for that matter. Unfortunately, one of the bigger signs only gets redirected a little bit - and now it's heading right towards me! I don't have enough time to send another blast! With a shriek, I lift the Heartbreaker over my head and brace for impact. Sorry baby... you might have to take one for the team here. Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 21:54 on Sep 23, 2016 |
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Fre: 0 | Dan: 0 | Sav: 0 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +1 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: I blow a bit of Xenon's hair out of my face after we land. That was pretty awesome, but now everyone's getting worked up. I noticed one of the signs right away. TMMA, Twilight Museum of Modern Art. It's a found space taking up the upper floors of that building, and I was kinda looking forward to going there on a day off. "drat it!" I look up at Kraftwerk... and she's looking back and giving me this tirade. I don't have a lot of time to react, but the look she gives me pisses me off. And then Miracle tells me to pursue the other girl and Xenon ditches me and the bike to do some saving. Well poo poo. It's just a straight shot to Blossom, right? Maybe I can do another mind trick? Though that worked out so well last time. I need to meditate after this. For now, let's... keep my axe in the back of my mind. I say over the comms, "Alraune, you'd better duck." Let's say I rev up the bike and take off. It immediately wants to wheelie, and well, who loving cares what happens to this bike? I dart my legs up to the handlebars and use it to vault right over the scattering debris. Right as my jump peaks, I materialize my axe and shout, "Oh, no you don't. Crescent Moon Strike!" That's where I... swing my axe downward. It's dulled for combat, but it'll hurt a lot if it come into contact with her. But that's alright, because that me isn't real. Just as it enters her sight, it's gone. Meanwhile, the real bike (and me) slides under the debris as I materialize a pair of tonfas. "We're doing our job, flower girl!" With these weird-rear end club handles, I feel like it would be easy to trap her sword if she messes up a swing. God, how badass would that be? [19:57:02] <RWT> Directly Engage Infinity Blossom [19:57:05] <RWT> !r 2d6 [19:57:06] <Krysmbot> RWT, 9 = 9 Can we say Wane takes something from Blossom, namely her sword? Double May Care fucked around with this message at 04:34 on Sep 24, 2016 |
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Fre: -1 | Dan: -1 | Sav: 1 | Sup: 1 | Mun: 3 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Afraid, Insecure [00:14] <JusticeGrieves> Neon tries to Resist Influence [00:14] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6 [00:14] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 5 = 5 I take the words to heart. Marking Insecure, shifting Savior -1 and Mundane +1, Marking Potential Right. Back up Miracle. Infinity Blossom is chopping up on my friend, and she wants me to talk the cyborg wrecking crew into submission. Still, with the speaker out of their hands, this might be the only opportunity we get. “She’s right, you know.” I say as Miracle launches into a speech about how utterly screwed the thieves are. Still, my words come out gentle, a quick one-handed cartwheel followed by a somersault allowing me to land on the roof of the car to Kraftwerk’s other side with a loud –thump-. Still, I don’t put my fists up, crouching on top of the vehicle with my heels up so I can jump again if she tries to point that plasma cannon my way. Instead, where her head turns my way, I put both hands up in a more placating gesture, palms turned outward. “You’re outnumbered almost two to one here, you’ve got no escape vehicle and you’ve lost possession of the objective.” I try to keep my voice steady, Kraftwerk has been on a hair trigger since we arrived on the scene. It’d be so easy for this line of discussion to just set her off again, but if we keep fighting like this someone is going to get hurt. Someone who wasn’t out here in long underwear. “Come on, Krafty, we’re Heroes. We’re supposed to protect the people of Shimmering Twilight. That means you too.” I said, reaching a hand out to her, ignoring the luminescent green smear on my gloves from where I’d checked how bad the cut on my back was, “You can keep rampaging around, being the thing we have to protect people from…” I paused, hoping that this was sinking in somehow. “Or you can talk to us. Things must be pretty bad if you’re pulling a raid like this in the middle of the day, right?” I tried, “Don’t let someone rush you into a bad decision.” [00:36] <JusticeGrieves> Okay ... Neon is going to try and Provoke Kraftwerk, assuming she's a valid target [00:36] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+2 [00:36] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 4+2 = 6 [00:36] <JusticeGrieves> So much for that +1 Forward Whelp. Marking Potential again.
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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? Remaining Team: One Two more prompts until arrival. Miracle Starts off strong by taunting the hell out of Kraftwerk- But doesn't quite have the right words to get under her Skin. At least... not in the way she intended. Piercing the mask or gaining influence over Kraftwerk might allow more detailed shenanigans, but for now... Kraftwerk's nostrils flare as she stares at Miracle, face reddening as Miracle blabbers on about her Arm- and then she stands up straight, pointing right at Miracle. "There's no way you loving know that poo poo- I know, cause only a few GODDAMN people know how this piece of bullshit works- And if you do know, well. SEND THEM MY GODDAMN REGARDS THEN, BECAUSE I'M NEVER loving GOING BACK THERE AGAIN!" She runs STRAIGHT for Miracle, grabbing her by the neck with the robotic arm, and lifting her straight into the air- it's, it's tight, and it hurts, but you have a moment of being okay- because Kraftwerk's still distracted, pointing with her other hand at Neon. "Don't GIVE me your goddamn holier than thou speech you loving rear end- if you were ever going to help you would have done it loving AGES ago, but you don't give a poo poo about the people here, do you? I could have NEVER been a hero like you pieces of poo poo- and if you wanted to offer that to me, that time was A LONG loving TIME AGO!" Kraftwerk takes influence over Neon- Miracle, for the moment, si fine, but if this situation isn't fixed fast, she might be minus a few necks, or at least plus a few conditions... On the bright side, she's totally stopped paying attention to the orb! That's what you meant to do, right? So given all that... what do the two of you do? Xenon and Alraune go after the Debris- but Alraune is slow, oh so slow, and doesn't make it naerly in time- her efforts are immediately shown up by Xenon, who vaults off a bike, shreds a sick guitar solo, and sends the debris flying off to unknown lands- except for one larger piece, which almost in slow motion flies down towards Xenon- snapping the neck of her guitar clean in two, but deflected off to the ground. ... Xenon has lost something precious to her, and Alraune, you didn't stop it. Xenon takes influence over Alraune- she already has it, so she gets to shift Alraune's labels immediately. Still, you've got the adoration of fans- that Otaku there is practically heart eyed! "Xenon-Sama! You're the best! The best! You can HAVE my bike, Xenon Samaaaaaa!" A...aww? The two of you turn back, and there's two fights going on- Kraftwerk about to dunk hard on Miracle, and Infinity Blossom having a showdown with Wane- and there's still a sinking feeling in your guts that that's not all that's going on here... What do you do? Speaking of which, Infinity Blossom's duel with Wane is brief and impactful,, a flurry of tonfa blows, illusions, and the dance of sword play- left and right, the fight almost too fast to follow- At first, it seems like Infinity Blossom has the upper hand- while she hasn't actually been able to slice Wane, a swift kick to his jaw might quickly disabuse him of a perfect fight- but with a few good blows, Wane seizes her sword- deflecting it a good fifty or sixty feet off, far too far away for her to recover without exposing weakness- she leaps back, watching the flaming sword arc through the air, until it sticks, point down, into the concrete. ... For a moment, she almost seems hesitant, freezing for the briefest of seconds- before she quickly grabs a broken stop sign from the ground, pointing it at Wane. "You can't understand- you won't understand... We hosed up. We all hosed up here, but it's too late to go back. If we stop now, I don't care who we hurt- my family will be in poverty for the rest of their lives-" She swings the stop sign over to Kraftwerk "-She'll either die or have a fate far worse-" And then back to the car. "-And she'll never be able to live in a world that will allow her to show her full potential." She turns back to Wane, eyes narrowing. "I can't go back. Not now. It's too late to turn around on this." Infinity Blossom marks Guilty. Wane, mark a condition of your choice- she didn't get a proper Powerful Blow in, but you didn't escape unscathed either. And with that, she spins, swinging the stop sign in a mighty circle- pink light flying out every which way over the battlefield, throwing up barriers of thorn and vine in front of Kraftwerk and Miracle- if you want to interrupt them, you're going to have to get through or arond the barriers first. So, Wane, given all that bullshit... what do you do?
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Fre: -1 | Dan: -1 | Sav: 1 | Sup: 1 | Mun: 3 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Insecure Neon’s colors dulled slightly, his shoulders sagging slightly as the bright green he’d been mimicking from Kraftwerk fell down to a cool indigo shade. His shoulders slumped slightly. “…Yeah.” He said, dropping his head slightly, “I’ll cop to that. I haven’t done right by you, or the city.” [03:03] <JusticeGrieves> Neon Savior moves to Defend Miracle [03:03] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6-1 [03:03] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 10-1 = 9 Neon Savior Exposes himself to Danger, but he also clears Afraid His hand snapped up from his hip, a deep indigo disc flitting straight towards her eyes. As she reflexively jerked her head away from the projectile, he leapt forward into a moonsault over her head. As he was inverted above her, a knifehand strike jabbed down into a nerve point in her shoulder to numb her cybernetic limb and prevent her from crushing his leader’s throat. As he landed, his other hand came around to drive his thumb and a curled knuckle from his index finger into another one above her ribs on the side. Her arm might be artificial, but it was still driven by nerve impulses from her body. The targeted attacks didn’t do much damage, but they did cause the claw of her arm to spasm open giving Miracle a window to escape. “But I can’t afford to stand aside either!” Justice Grieves fucked around with this message at 08:16 on Sep 27, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -1 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Location: Shimmering Twilight - Downtown It's possible I may have miscalculated. I've certainly effortlessly distracted Kraftwerk from her objective and my teammates, don't get me wrong - but it's hard to consider things to be going according to plan when this cybernetic psycho's holding me up by the throat, ranting and raving about things I'd be much more attentive to if I wasn't having to devote my attention fully to getting out of this predicament before I find out how many PSI her grip can generate firsthand. A thousand ideas run through my mind, Goggles helpfully suggesting even more, but the only reason I have the time to run through them is because she's got ADHD or something and is focusing on Neon now. Can't say that I mind it terribly, even if he stands a good chance of getting thrashed... or, uh, scratch that hypothesis. He just did some sort of cool pressure point combo move, like from one of my video games! Better yet, she totally drops me instead of instinctively tightening her grasp, so it seems to have worked too! Nice job Neon, I totally undervalued you and you're getting a more prominent role in my plans from now on (pending review of further data from this battle of course). You don't appreciate what you have until it's gone, and right now I'm reminded of how nice breathing freely is. Adjusting my shirt, tie, and lab-coat, I point at Kraftwerk's arm - specifically, the rapidly blinking device that I stuck on it while she was trying to choke me out. Yeah, it's about three seconds before it activates, and I want her to watch it happen so she can comprehend what's going on. "I don't need to have seen your arm before to figure out how it works - or how to break it." Specifically, let's see how it enjoys having a power plant's full of electricity suddenly overload it - because my theory is that it'll shut off or blow out, just like everything else would. <Rauri> Miracle Engage Kraftwerk <Rauri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 10+1 = 11 <Rauri> Just according to keikaku Used Assess answer forward and one Nea gave in IRC, though second didn't matter. Let's avoid counterattack and take something from her: Mechanical Arm Functionality It's hard to resist the temptation to gloat sometimes. "You're in check," I inform her.
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 | Flamboyant Hold: 2 The rubble hits the Heartbreaker - hard. And even if it didn't break, there's no way it'd be functional after something like that. I hold the broken guitar out in front of me for a second and just take it all in. My Heartbreaker - my lifelong friend - gone. You know, they teach you when you're a public figure how to handle your emotions in public. Take a deep breath. Count to five. Dig your nail into your thumb. None of it really works. But I try all of it anyways. A small tear escapes - which I blink back quickly, before anybody notices. The cheers of that drat otaku bring me back to my surroundings, but not without a notable feeling of just disgust and overwhelm that I struggle to push down deep inside. Godaaaaaaaamnit. I notice Alraune staring at me, and recall that this all happened because she messed up. Take a deep breath. Count to five. Dig your nail into your thumb. I reach out and pat her on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it, you'll do better next time." Alraune shifts her labels +Savior -Danger Then, turning this into a comfort roll with Take it from me 16:29 Ferg .roll 2d6 16:29 Platonibot Ferg: 5 (2d6=2, 3) That's a 7 if you admire Xenon's persona - so mark potential, clear a condition, or shift Labels if so If not, it's a 4, and I get a Hard Move and mark potential Just let me know which! I turn now to the battlefield - which is surprisingly calm. Something weird is going on. I turn back to Alraune, "Hey... can you sense anything else going on here? Like use your... roots?" Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 00:37 on Sep 28, 2016 |
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Fre: 0 | Dan: 0 | Sav: 0 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +1 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: Insecure Thank God I didn't bite my tongue there. She has some killer legs... You know what I mean. Jeez, she could have seriously hurt me. I should have been trying harder. But I got what I wanted in a sense; her sword's a mile away and she's forced to improvise. Well, my axe (now in my hands) wants to say hello. Still, something about her attitude seems... off. They hosed up. What does that mean? Maybe... Maybe this was bigger than them. Even though my axe is out, I set it down. (I can always make another.) I tell Blossom, "You underestimated me... Not the combat, but my understanding. I've had my back against the wall too. It sucks to have to face something that seems impossible, right? You're just three girls against some big... machine. Or something like that? Listen, maybe... I dunno. Do you think you could show us what you're up against? Maybe we can come to... an agreement?" These words don't feel natural coming out of my mouth, but I think it's what needs to be said. They've only been yelling it at us for the past twenty minutes. (RWT_phone) Okay, piercing the mask! (RWT_phone) !r 2d6+1 (Krysmbot) RWT_phone, 6+1 = 7 What are you really planning, Blossom?
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Fre: +3 | Dan: +0 | Sav: +1 | Sup: -1 | Mun: 0 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Guilty, Angry poo poo, poo poo, poo poo! Thank God Xenon was there with the save, but her guitar's thrashed, and it's all because I couldn't handle it. Self-loathing flares up in me, but abruptly, it's defused. Is she honestly... forgiving me? Forgiving me for being a huge dangerous fuckup? It's not like she has to or anything. She's a major star, the kind of person who doesn't need her team to succeed, and she could probably buy and sell all of us... and she can't be happy with me right now, not really. I think back to the trials, and what she said to me then. I... I needed it then, and I definitely need it now. Is it possible that I even deserve it? Just the thought makes me feel -- well, not great. Still pissed, still lousy. But I've got backup, and I've got the orb -- and that's the job, right? Play keep-away? I can handle this. We can handle this together. "... Thanks. Look, I promise, I'll make it up to you, once we're not busy. But right now, we've still got work to do." Bumping the comfort up to a 7 result (sorry about your potential, bro); clearing Insecure and shifting labels, edited above. I'm only too happy to take Xenon's suggestion, too. It is a little too quiet, and the others have the fight well in hand... but there's still the girl in the van, and who knows what she's up to, or what's on its way? I try to force my roots through my shoes (which have porous soles, just for this) and into the soil that I'm convinced must lie just underneath the concrete. There is soil here, right? Because I'm not finding it... Unleash Powers to extend senses via roots and such: 2d6+3 6 "I only have a 1/12 chance to fail Freak rolls," AV said to herself. "What could go wrong?" Taking my potential, at least, unless someone really wants to throw Team at this?
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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? Remaining Team: One ????? Arrival Next Post Kraftwerk lifts Miracle up ever higher, and just as she's about to swing her arm down, Neon reacts fast, moving with a quick strike- quickly forcing her to drop Miracle- as Miracle falls to the ground, she lets out a catchy one liner, which gives the two of you just enough time to pose before Kraftwerk realizes what's going on- as the device activates, she swings around to point her arm- right at Neon! "FUCKKKK YOOOO-" And doesn't get to finish her sentence- as her arm charges, it overloards- bursting out in an explosion of extreme force! Miracle, /you / were prepared for this, you knew it was going to happen and you have your little shield-donger. Neon, on the other hand, is in a bit of trouble, as the detonation sends metal shards and sheer energy flying all around- Neon, take a powerful blow. On the bright side, Kraftwerk isn't just sent flying, she flies twenty or thirty feet away, before crashing into a building with an audible crunch- and falling to the floor, bleeding. Kraftwerk is out of the fight. A;so, describe how you posed. ... Well, that's one down, at least, so that's good- the two of you have a moment to catch your breath, given that over on the other side, Infinity Blossom still hasn't struck- she's still there, pointing her pole and giving her lecture- and even as she speaks, the pole wavers, drooping a bit- she's staring right at Wane,more intensely than she has any right to. "... For each of us, we have a different trial. Kraftwerk is on the run- everyone knows that. You ask anyone, they'll tell you she's on the run from the Zaibatsu, or one of the other syndicates around the area- and this is true. She's been homeless for a few months now. I let her crash at my place when it's safe- my parents let her because she pays well, I do it because that's how a Nakama should act to another." She gestures with the pole, off towards the van, closing her eyes tight, but never relaxing her stance. "Jenna has a family that doesn't care. She wallows in mediocrity- floundering in a world that does not respect her." Another pause, and she reopens her eyes- planting the pole in the ground, resting both hands atop it. "And my family needs a way to put bread on the table, and to move out of this loving dystopian hellhole. So here we are- none of us can turn back. Leaving now would be to leave one of us dead, and two more without futures...." She pauses, for a long moment, centering herself- taking three deep, uneven breaths. "I want total amnesty for this event for all three of us- and we will need an out from this city, for Kraftwerk is hunted, and I and Jenna will be punished for failure. If you cannot offer that- I will continue fighting on, Wane. " So there's your decision- hanging in the air. ... Given all of what she's said, what do you do? Xenon- the fight might not /quite/ be over yet, but the fans are sure swarming you like it is! There's at least five people all clamoring around you, swarming for autographs, for their heads and shirts an all number of places! Still, it seems like Alraune took to heart your sheer moment of kindness- aww. The Otaku especially is in your face, hearts atop his eyes, the whole nine yards! "You're amazing, Xenon! You can just KEEP the bike!" S, sure, the fight technically isn't over... but the fans need attention, don't they...? Alraune, your root is getting something- it's tracking inside the vehicle, and you can 'hear', the vibrations flowing through... you, and only you, are privy to this next scene. === Jenna grips the armrests of her chair, breathing in and out far too rapidly, shaking, her eyes closed tight as she shudders and shakes and whimpers. "It's going to be okay it's going to be okay it's going to be okay they'll be here soon everything's going to be fine we'll make the drop off it'll be okay they'll let me out they'll let me out..." She turns to the door, kicking at it a few times, pressing the handle, jamming at it, but the system of plants around the car prevents entry every time- the windshield, the back doors, everywhere, she's surrounded, surrounded, and as she clambers through the car and works at all the doors there's still no luck anywhere- she's trapped, and all the while she's starting to sweat, and shake, and cry... Jenna marks Afraid, again. She's out of the fight... === Alraune, w, what do you think of all that mess? Given that, what do you do...?
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 | Flamboyant Hold: 2 My words to Alraune seem to strike true, but unfortunately our conversation is cut short as fans swarm around me - drat otaku! I give her a nod, trying to shout over the crowd, "Don't worry about it!" Over the crowd, I barely make out what's happening. Miracle and Neon seem to have defeated Kraftwerk - phew! - but Infinity Blossom and Wane are still staring each other down. And that girl in the van is nowhere to be seen - weird! Still - one enemy standing, so only one thing to do. I clap my hands together - once, twice - then slam them into the ground, giving all my focus to using the sound waves from the slam into launching myself upwards and towards Blossom. 10:49 Ferg xenon unleash to overcome the crowd obstacle 10:49 Ferg .roll 2d6+1 10:49 Platonibot Ferg: 9 (2d6+1=6, 2) temporary, only need to vault over them I hit the ground, running this time towards Wane and IB, waving my arms and shouting at the top of my lungs (and, amplifying my voice a bit, of course), "Give up, Evil Blossom! Shining Force has almost seized victory!"
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Fre: -1 | Dan: -1 | Sav: 1 | Sup: 1 | Mun: 3 Potential: 0/5 | Conditions: Insecure [14:12] <JusticeGrieves> Neon Savior stops to pose by an exploding badguy, thematic but perhaps unwise [14:12] <JusticeGrieves> !r 2d6+1 [14:12] <Krysmbot> JusticeGrieves, 4+1 = 5 I Mark Potential I also mark off the “Help a Teammate when they most need you” Drive, Marking Potential and gaining an Advance. I take the Never Give Up, Never Surrender move from the Legacy Playbook. As Neon Savior came down from his sudden intervention, he kept his stance wide and low, his weight on his back foot as he extended one arm far forward with a closed fist, his dominant hand held back and high by his head. The dark indigo lights running through his armor brightened to fall more in line with the blue of Miracle’s active goggles. He narrowed his eyes slightly behind his helmet as that big fist came around … easy to shift his weight forward and under that blow, hook that arm and turn all of that momentum into a big throw. At least, that’s what he thought. Instead, just as he was shifting his weight, that shining black claw exploded outward with green energy. The force blew Neon Savior off his feet, tumbling over backwards. His fingertips brushed the pavement first, giving him some traction to fold over and hit the pavement with his feet. “Hup!” that turned into a double backflip, “Tu-tu-tu” and a quick series of backwards somersaults, “Tsuuuuu~” and, as he finally got control of his momentum again, a high spiraling backflip, from which he landed in a kneeling crouch, head down and arms up behind him like a plane on the runway. “HA!” Okay, so, it was a little flashy, but that was the role, and there were cameras present. “Holy poo poo—“ Neon Savior said lowly into the communicator as he rose quickly back to his feet, shoulders chambered slightly for a more heroic profile as he looked as the wreckage where Kraftwerk had crashed, “I think you overdid it, Boss. She’s going to need medical attention…” Hadn’t she just tried to reduce him to a greasy streak a few seconds ago? Kind of weird for Neon Savior to be worried about her, but, at least he seemed to be alright.
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Fre: +3 | Dan: +0 | Sav: +1 | Sup: -1 | Mun: 0 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Guilty, Angry Most of what I get is inside that van, but it tells me what I need to know. First, that there are reinforcements coming, and the girl in the van was pretty aware of that; second, that the girl in the van is in way over her head. The two powered fighters, sure, they can get what's coming to them, but is that girl just their driver? She doesn't... I know she's not on their side, but maybe a little mercy's called for, if only so we might get an idea of what's actually happening here. "Guys! Reinforcements on their way -- be ready!" I dash by the combatants and focus on the van instead, and pores on my wrists open to spray an aerosolized liquid, a dark red-brown. It's not blood -- okay, maybe it's a little blood? But it's mostly bacteria and chemical signals, designed to remotely hijack the plants that have surrounded and locked down the van. Before I'm there physically, my powers are taking control, and the plants are starting to shrink and shrivel back -- aside from one powerful vine that surges into the crack between one door and the frame and wrenches the door open. I run to catch up, looking into the van and its former captive. She's scared. That much is obvious. What I didn't really expect, before seeing her properly, is how... normal she is. Maybe I'm wrong and she's about to bring out the mind bullets, but I just can't help but feel a little sympathy anyway. I'm probably not a comforting sight in full power-up mode, spattered with "blood," the orb still somewhere glowing in the mass of plant tissue around my torso. But maybe this'll work anyway. I'm going to have to bite back some bile, but... okay. "... Hey. I dunno what's going on, but let's get you out of here. This isn't your world, is it? You're allowed to walk away from it -- and you should. You don't have to make some big last stand, okay?" Not like us. Not like me. If the reinforcements are coming, I'm standing my ground, but... whatever side she's on, maybe this girl can get clear of this, and maybe if she doesn't think of us as total monsters, we can figure out what she's doing here. Unleash Powers to open the van up: 2d6+3 13 Invoking Wish I Could Be here, pointing out what I envy about Jenna (that she can walk away from this chaos and be normal) to use +Freak for Comfort/Support instead of +Mundane: Comfort/support Jenna in hopes she'll open up (+3 Freak, -2 Angry): 2d6+1 8 Antivehicular fucked around with this message at 04:59 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -1 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: Location: Shimmering Twilight - Downtown I... must admit that I hadn't quite calculated just how much energy Kraftwerk was storing in that arm of hers. The explosion's significant - no match for my shield, of course, the generator unit floating in front of me and absorbing the blast just as I'd planned despite it's surprisingly high output - and I hadn't realized Neon was going to stick around for it. Crap. She's obviously hurt, but he might be too! No! Instead, he manages a fairly complicated but cool landing, posing and everything. I don't think to show off for the civilians, so instead I'm clearly watching to make sure my teammate and recent rescuer is alright. Once it's clear that he is I give him a quick thumbs up, breathing a sigh of relief, and then tap one of the buttons on the side of my Goggles in order to survey the state of the battlefield. Speaking to Neon as I do, it's almost weird how dispassionate and clinical I still sound in the midst of battle. "We'll get some for her in a second - thanks for the save." As of now, things are mostly handled - as far as I can tell, only defeating Infinity Blossom and her reinforcements that Alraune warned us about, securing their foe's ill-gotten gains, and seeing them all into custody remain to be completed. With that in mind, the next course of action seems obvious to me. "We need to take Infinity Blossom down before her backup arrives," I announce over the communicators. It seems obvious - if you have adds incoming, you dps down the previous wave as quickly as possible in order to get overwhelmed. With that in mind, I pull out exactly the invention I have in mind from my pocket: a dart launcher. Her powers only work when she can concentrate, and even a mild sedative should throw her off her game enough to either give us the victory, or just take a short nap. Since she's distracted, it shouldn't be too hard to land this shot... <Rauri> Miracle Directly Engage Infinity Blossom <Rauri> !r 2d6-1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 6 - 1 = 5 <Rauri> makes sense Marked potential Rauri fucked around with this message at 06:38 on Oct 5, 2016 |
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Fre: 0 | Dan: 0 | Sav: 0 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +1 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: Insecure I listen hard to what Infinity Blossom is saying, and that just takes me back even more. A family that doesn't respect your talents, a future in jeopardy because of something out of your control, a world that's out to get you... yeah, it hits me. "I understand. I took this job to take down evil... and from what I've heard, that's not you. Listen, my leader has a deep tie to the League. If you want amnesty, she's the one we can talk to, and get the ball rolling." I think for a second. "So to speak." And then I hear the thud. Kraftwerk is worse than out-of-commission; she looks like she's in critical condition. "What the hell..." poo poo, poo poo poo poo! Did Blossom notice that? I make the weapon at my feet vanish; I can't let Blossom think this was all a ruse. "I'm... going to need you to trust me while I... get everyone on the same level." I poof in a big spartan shield and try to keep track of who is going where. Xenon is about ready to charge, and Miracle is aiming something at Blossom. Maybe the former will back off if I stop the latter. With that in mind, I say, "Duck," and make a small semicircle around Blossom (assuming she'll let me). I hold up my shield to Miracle's projectiles... they're flying way off the mark, but it's the thought that counts. Then I say on the comm, "Miracle, are you listening? Get your mom on the line and let's figure this out, civilly. It's bigger than just a heist; these girls are in danger!" I look over to Kraftwerk. "And not just from us." I realize now that my back is turned to Blossom. I can only hope she sees what I'm doing. Let's go ahead and use my Influence on Miracle. She should mark Guilty for that stunt with Kraftwerk.
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Freak: 1 | Danger: -1 | Savior: +1 | Superior: +2 | Mundane: -1 Potential: 1/5 | Flamboyant Hold: 2 Alraune and Wane both seem to have had some revelation about what's going on - I'm still on "Fight everything!" Mode - but if they're both convinced that these aren't the real bad guys - and that the real ones are on their way... well, I'm convinced too! My accusing point towards Infinity Blossom suddenly turns upwards into a thumbs up, "I mean... Shining Force is here to help!" 15:55 Ferg xenon provoke IB 15:55 Ferg .roll 2d6+2 15:55 Platonibot Ferg: 13 (2d6+2=6, 5) Trying to convince her to go along with Wane's proposal I give Blossom a flashy smile and nod, "Trust us! If you aren't the bad guys, we'll stop somebody else!"
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Shining Force- Episode One, Could These People Really Be Criminals?? Remaining Team: One Alraune, you have your own little private scene here- while everyone else is worrying with Infinity Blossom, you work open the door of the car.... To reveal Jenna. Poor overh er head Jenna- the girl's hair is dishevled, she's shivering, and her first instinct when you open up the door is to scream and wail and hide against the opposite side of the van- but slowly, as you talk to her, she loosens up a bit- and then tenatively climbs through the car, and out the hole you revealed. "... Thank... you?" She's still scared, still shivering, and even those few words were forced, but she seems to have gotten her bearings a bit- slumping against the plant wall outside the car, and just burying her face in her hands. Jenna Unmarks Afraid- progress...? Of course, that's not all that's going on here- the rest of you are embroiled in a much more precarious situation- both Miracle and Neon easily dodge Kraftwerk's explosion- landing as a team, even if only one of you did a cool pose- for shame. Go back to posing school, Miracle. Neon, while you're worrying about Kraftwerk, she groans a bit, and you're pretty sure you were right on the money- for now, she's stable, but her arm's broken and busted and fizzing, and she's bleeding from a few dozen places- she'll be fine for now, but she really DOES need to go like, see a doctor. Course, Miracle has better ideas in mind for what to do with the rest of this fight- launching a dart attack on Infinity Blossom while in the middle of a parley, though her own /teammate/ smacks it to the side. B, bwuh??? And he told you off, and isn't following the plan, and HE TOLD YOU OFF? It's... it's a bit of a brain shock. Miracle.exe is rebooting... Did you make a mistake? You can't have hosed up, right? That's literally impossible you are the BEST did you make a mistake did you do it wrong that can't can't CAN'T Be right, CAN IT??? infinity Blossom looks at you, giving you a look deep into your soul, and shakes her head, once, twice, her weird anime-hair flipping out of her face as she does. "Listen to your team, Miracle- this is the easiest way for you, for me, for everyone involved here." Infinity Blossom takes influence on you. She seems way more into Xenon and Wane's plan, nodding along- this... plea deal, basically, to save her and her friends. But then all that comes to a stop. ==== A shadowy figure drives a huge black pickup truck, which despite an impressive frame and power is undecorated and unadorned. Sitting in a bare interior, , with frost covering the windshield and the rear view mirror, the driver pulls around corners and makes nearly impossible turns, pulling around corners faster than it seems possible, before closing their eyes for just a second, just a moment, tapping out a series of beats on the leather steering wheel of the car, muttering quietly to no one in particular in the car as they go. "Feel good... look, you can do this. It'll be fine. You'll see him again. It'll be okay- Feel Good..." === A large, black pickup truck pulls up alongside the battle, the other traffic having long since gotten the good sense to gently caress off. The windows are tinted and blackened, and the entire thing is oddly unadorned, no plates, no bumper stickers, no anything- the only odd thing is a series of clamps in the back, and what appears to be a top of the line sound system rigged into part of the truckbed, though it's currently deactivated. The door slowly opens, and a figure climbs out, one that's familiar to all of you, each and every single one of you- because it's Wane. Albiet, a much... slicker Wane. A Wane in a fine suit, a Wane with slicked back hair and perfect posture and a sneer on his lips, a Wane with frost flicking around him and a sword at his side- no, this isn't Wane. No matter if he's told you about this person, Wane knows who he is for sure-  Rasputin Gorbaty "The Knight of Frost"- Regional Level Threat, Riptide Employee: Gold Level "Sup, bro." He tilts his chin upward, in that weird jock-y head nod, that sneer only growing. "Honestly, I didn't think I'd run into you here- this was supposed to be a lot more... routine." He sights, adjusting the tie on his suit, straightening up, before slowly, almost lazily pulling the rapier from his belt, the rapier that's already coating with pure icy frost. "Let's make this pretty simple and easy. I, have places to be. Infinity Blossom, let's get this done with already? I've got the payment in the truck, we can make the trade, though, ah, might be hard without Kraftwerk's ... lifting, though it seems her bubble holds... " ... While all this was going on, Infinity Blossom stood shock still, staring at the truck- you can almost feel the gears working in her mind, as she stares at him, that pole holding steady... before she closes her eyes, breathes, spins, and slings the pole through the air, carving a beam of pink force directly for- Rasputin, who catches it on the rapier, simply deflecting it off to the side- his eyes narrow, and he sighs, a puff of cold air escaping his mouth. "I was hoping we could do this in a much easier fashion, to be honest... but so be it." He lifts his left hand, before slamming it into the ground, coating a good twenty foot radius in slippery ice- and then taking off across it, legs pumping like an expert ice skater as he slips and slides through the gaggle and debris of the fight- right for Wane! So, our heroes- what do you do? SECRET MECHANIC UNLOCK: Allies! You may spend points of team to control Allies if they are in a fight- each has two moves they can perform to change the narrative of the fight, allow openings, or otherwise assist you- allies may do their own thing, but it probably won't do much good if you don't spend the team on it and describe what they do! Infinity Blossom: Reshape the Battlefield with Beautiful Plant Life Unleash a Barrage of Swordbeams
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