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Marvel Girl PP: 0 | XP: 3 Jean squints as shots land nearby, flinching away. "Well, the obvious solution is-" A slight pause as she looks to Blink, lowering her voice as she steps away tensely. "Wait, do these things fire forever? Couldn't we secure the crate and... make sure she can't get any more ammunition?" She looks to Blink. "I mean, the rest are going to be trying to flush her out and , but she'll have to come into the open to get at the crate if she starts to run out. We could set up an ambush... and she'll probably be low on ammo when she does."
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Pyotr PP: 1| XP: 10 Stress 1d8 Mental "Do not be sorry," said Colossus. "Be better." He walked behind Rene, the massive six barreled paintball minigun resting on a thigh. Sure, it looked overkill but- it also looked right. He did have a certain Schwarzenegger-ish to him. He waited to see any movement. The first time he did, and knew it wasn't a friendly, he'd throw a few dozen rounds down range. Can- we hold actions or..?
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Blink PP: 1|XP: 2| Stress: 1d10 mental Getting back to her feet, Clarice squints off in the distance, but unable to where Ms. Wagner was firing from, turns an ear towards Jean and nods. "Well, assuming that doesn't just make us sitting ducks, yeah. Good idea." She whispers back. It was better than sitting around here, anyway, especially since Ms. Wagner was already shooting at her. "Lead the way?"
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As if in answer to Jean's question, a wide spray of paintballs burst out from the far end of the Danger Room, as Ms. Wagner dove in a graceful arc from one point of cover to another. They weren't aimed too well, but there was a lot of them. Ms. Wagner did not seem to be taking this too seriously at present, and maybe that was entirely the point. As Pyotr spun up his minigun and opened fire in her direction, she scrambled up one of the vine-cables and then sort of... melded in with the ceiling somehow. The yellow glint of her eye was still visible for a moment as she laughed, and then she was gone again. Buying that opportunity from Wolverine. Everyone has to beat 12 (1 opportunity) to avoid getting Paint-Splatted.
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Blink PP: 1|XP: 2| Stress: 1d10 mental Of course, as soon as Clarice said "lead the way" Ms Wagner unloaded one everyone with a hail of paintballs,, and Clarice was far from ready to dodge again. She twisted, but got hit squarely between the shoulder blades and she stumbled forward a bit. "MMMmmmmmmm!" She whined, stomping her feet. Her poor coat! @LifeGetsWorser: 3d8 dodging moar paintball = (2+3+1) = 6 Rip! A 5 with a d4 and 1 opportunity won't dodge anything.
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Rene - Wolfsbane PP: 3 | XP: 10 | Complications: d12 Cowed Rene was sure that Colossus was a good person. But he was doing a really good job at proving her wrong. He was just nasty attitude the whole time. She was new to all this! "Ugh, you're a real jerk, you knowwwwwwww!" Rene says, leaning over backwards to avoid the sudden attack. Her comment extending out into a cry of surprise. She watches in horror as Wagner vanishes. "So... that's why this game is called predator." She mutters. - - - - DicebotBOT - Today at 10:50 PM @Arashiofordo3: 2d8+1d6 Ahhhh! Dodging paintballs! = (4+7)+(2) = 13 Spending 1 PP to add to my roll total. Total: 13 - - - - That left only one option. Wagner was clearly not going to give them time to track her down. So she needed to be creative instead. Rene fired shots off towards the ceiling. Spacing her shots. Watching carefully to see if Wagner would be forced to move. Then rapidly switching the aim down to the forest. Firing single shots at the heavy cover. Hoping to force her to move, and thus be able to track her. Wagner clearly liked attacking from cover. But careful methodical fire should at least put her under some pressure.
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Wolverine PP: 3 | XP: 21 As Ms. Wagner fills the air with paintballs, Jane calls out to her partner, "Get down and stay low!" Putting action to words, she quickly rolls out of the way of the paint headed her way. This all was starting to bring flashes back of... something. Something from before all this, maybe, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Another thing to put on the 'ask the Professor' pile, she supposed. After a moment watching carefully for a follow-up volley, she tries to take stock of the situation. What she sees...? Not so great. They'd just keep getting picked off one by one if they stayed apart and they didn't really have a good way to flush Ms. Wagner out. Dice Pool: d6 Buddy, d8 Best There Is, d8 Enhanced Reflexes, d10 Combat Master. Avoid getting splatted!: 1#1d6 3 2#1d8 7 7 1#1d10 10 17 does it with style! Hearing the tell-tale noise of other paintball guns starting to fire, Jane adds her own to the mix! All she'd need to do was try and box Ms. Wagner in... assuming she could figure out where the teacher even was. Dice Pool: d8 Team, d8 Best There Is, d8 Enhanced Reflexes, d10 Combat Master. Splat Ms. Wagner!: 3#1d8 1 3 3 1#1d10 3 6... definitely doesn't do it. Haha. One opportunity. Tricky fucked around with this message at 16:09 on Jul 16, 2018 |
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Marvel Girl PP: 0 | XP: 3 Jean... freezes, but the shots just land near her feet, enough to get her packing. "Ngh, sorry!", she says to Blink. She's not exactly ready for this kind of thing. Yes, she works out, but she's no Jane or Piotr or... probably even Lee. She's at a real disadvantage. But she isn't out yet. Rolling a response: Team d10 + Crushing Self-Doubt d4 + Combat Expert d8 = 13 with a d4 effect and no opportunities. Gaining 1 PP for her distinction. Running over to the crate, she ducks down, pushing with her weight to shove it out into the open, ensuring it's away from cover and walls in the wider starting area. To get to any sort of reload or replacement, Wagner might have a bit of trouble. She'd have to step into the light. Rolling to try and create an "Ammo Lure" asset- Team d10 + Fight Over Flight d8 + Combat Expert d8 = 14 with a d10 effect and no opportunities.
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Lee PP: 2 -> 1 | XP: 2 | d8 Physical Stress Dodging and probably failing (Team, Mall Goth, Acrobatics, Proper Attire): 5, 7, 6, 1 = Spending 1 PP for 18 w/ d4 effect "She's-" Lee tries to call from her perch, before the tell-tale 'pft's of Ms. Wagner's initial barrage alert her to danger. Letting go of the rope, Lee inverts herself, dangling by her tangled leg to dodge the attack. Using the momentum of her flip, she swings to a new rope, grabbing it with both hands before spinning her leg free of the last. Looking around from her new perch, after confirming her pistol is still on her, she tries to spot Blink or Jean; it makes sense to regroup, avoid getting scattered for Wagner to pick off. Between the fog and the shadows and the projections, though, Lee's still having a hard time just reestablishing where she is when the second barrage comes. Avoiding 2nd Attack (Solo, Mall Goth, Acrobatics, Proper Attire d6): 1, 7, 1, 6 = 13 w/ d4, aka just enough Fortunately, none of this attack is aimed at her personally, and just staying still proves effective enough of a defense; either Wagner had missed her new hiding place, or she was more interested in the ground team. Blink's protestations confirm at least part of Lee's thoughts. Poor Blink. Nothing sucks like being first out. Breathing slowly, Lee surveys the ceiling. Wagner seemed to favor it as a hiding place. Maybe it's time someone joined her. Keeping her eyes up, Lee begins her ascent.
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"Dodging is not bad, aim needs some work," called out Ms. Wagner, surprisingly not out of breath despite the way she was practically ricocheting from one side of the Danger Room to the other like a pinball. Evidently, twenty years of practice doing things with one eye had really improved her co-ordination from the clumsy teenager they'd seen in Xavier's memories. "Bonus points for not cheating! It takes all of five minutes before Guerra starts nudging the trees around. Mind you, that's because we play outdoors." "I never cheat," came Mr. Valentine's voice through the intercom, temporarily quieting the rainforest sounds on loop. "You never win either," teased Ms. Wagner. "What's with the interruption? Jealous that they're doing much better than you? Kia almost got me a second ago, and Pyotr can actually aim that ridiculous contraption you built." "Ha ha. As a matter of fact, there's something you have to see... and that includes you, TJ. Or you can keep playing around," said Mr. Valentine. "Your choice. But it's definitely something." You've come close but you haven't got her yet, but now there's an unexpected interruption. What will you do?
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Wolverine PP: 3->2 | XP: 21 If there's something to be said for Jane, it's that she's quite doggedly determined when push comes to shove. No interruption is going to cramp her from taking Ms. Wagner's crown. As Ms. Wagner trades quips with Mr. Valentine, Jane creeps into a good firing position as her senses, superhuman as they are, begin to triangulate Ms. Wagner's movements throughout the room with the help of all that additional sensory data. Maybe it is a touch against the spirit of things, but nobody had ever accused her of playing by the rules... and they'd already put in sense-based countermeasures. If this works, that's really more on Mr. Valentine, anyway. Jane is extremely good at justifying her own behaviors. She silently points out to Kia where she thinks Ms. Wagner is and gestures for her to unload on the teacher if she escapes the initial burst. Jane lets out a slow breath, crouching for better accuracy, then unleashes short bursts of paintballs at the ceiling. It's more an exploratory feint, the real barrage starting the moment she sees movement. Dice Pool: d8 Team, d8 Best There Is, d8 Enhanced Reflexes, d10 Combat Master. Splat Ms. Wagner!: 3#1d8 8 6 2 1#1d10 6 Spending a PP to make that 20 with d8 effect. No opportunities.
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Storm PP: 2 | XP: 1 | Stress 1d8 Mental, 1d10 physical Moving silently along with Jane, Kia gets herself into position as well. If there's one thing Kia is good at, it's staying unseen. Learning how to stay out of sight, and moving without making a sound, were almost vital skills for her to learn while she was living on the streets. Those weren't the only skills she's learned, however. The streets were harsh, especially for a child, and Kia, before she discovered her powers, had to learn how to defend herself, and she never thought she'd be using those skills to win a paintball match against her own teacher. She nods at Jane, and raises up her rifle once again. If Jane misses with her paint barrage, then Kia will get her with a well-placed rifle shot. Hopefully. She almost had Ms. Wagner last time, and this time, Kia doesn't plan on missing! Dice Pool: d6 Buddy, d8 Strong-Willed, d8 Enhanced Reflexes, d8 Combat Expert Splatting Ms. Wagner! Again!: 1d6 1 3#1d8 2 7 6 That's a 13 with a d8 effect. One Opportunity.
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Rene - Wolfsbane PP: 2 | XP: 11 | Complications: d12 Cowed Rene listened. She was good at listening. It was all down to the Wolf. It had an excelent nose. But it's ears were nothing to be sniffed at! Sensitive tools able to pick up all manner of things. Like for instance. The movements of a certain incredibly fast teacher. It had been hard to pin her down. But with all the dialogue. Rene'd finally got a sense of her prey's movements. She moved like a hawk. Agile, always on the wing, fast. But even a Hawk had things to fear from a paintball gun. She didn't need to track - - - - Shooting paint at Wagner: Buddy D6 + Wild Side D8 + Enhanced Senses Spending another PP to add another dice to my total Roll total: 16 Effect Dice D10 Opportunities: 0 No Fun dice will step up to D8. +1 XP for "when you relate to other humans with instincts that you have taken from your wolf form." - - - "Take this!" Diving through the undergrowth, Rene paints the space that Wagner is just about to step into in her mad dash! If she wasn't going to get her then there was no chance Wolverine wasn't!
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Blink PP: 1|XP: 2| Stress: 1d10 mental Well, everyone else was having fun. Setting up ambushes, trying to draw Ms. Wagner. Everyone except Clarice and her wrecked coat. Blink huffed, but sulking on the bleachers wasn't her style. She didn't know the mansion that well but Mr. Valentine had said something about Ms. Wagner wanting to see something. This exercise sucked and was over for Clarice anyway, so... BLUNK! She took a step out of the other side of the Portal, outside the Danger Room doors, and then through the other, side door. Though she hadn't been there, she had figured it had to be an observation room or something, and that Mr. Valentine had to be talking to Ms. Wagner from there. May as well see what's up. "Hello, Mr. Valentine?!" She calls out, heading down the side hallway. "It's uhm, it's Blink. You said there was something neat to see?"
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Pyotr PP: 1| XP: 10 Stress 1d8 Mental "This game is called predator because-" He paused and looked over at Rene for a moment before shaking his head. "How have you not seen predator? Is classic," he muttered. He looked down at Rene and shrugged, readying the canon on his hip. He span the barrels once, ready to let it rip when- Well, it had to happen eventually. He was, afterall, the biggest target. He hadn't felt it to begin with but it'd landed square on his chest. A big ol' splat of paint. You didn't need to be able to speak Russian to know what was said next. He moved to the side of the room still carrying the gun before resting it over his shoulder. It weighed about the same as a washing machine and, when it fired, would have been about as loud. He set it down and leant against the wall, outside the render window of the danger room so as not to distract. I ate poo poo.
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"Ach!" Ms. Wagner let out a groan of dismay as she dropped down into plain view, three large splats of orange paint across her midsection. She wagged her finger. "I'm not blaming this on Adam's interruption, but... rematch?" She was grinning with both embarrassment and pride. The light rose back up to their normal levels, and the projections faded away. Ms. Wagner put her hands on her hips and looked over to one of the walls. "What are you doing with my jungle, Adam?" "Rematch can wait," said Mr. Valentine, through the intercom. In the observation room, he gave Blink a broad smile and nodded towards one of the monitors, which seemed to be some evening news show on pause. "Just watch this." The Danger Room's projections were now a big, oversized television screen that was showing the same thing as the one in the observation room. Ms. Wagner looked up at it with a raised eyebrow. "You watch this kind of stuff, Adam? Good grief." Ms. Wagner has been defeated and everyone gets 2pp for playing along. But what new devilry is this?
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Wolverine PP: 4 | XP: 21 Jane lowers her gun, grinning despite herself as Ms. Wagner drops into view, and says, "Any time." This was pretty fun. And between Kia, Rene, and herself, they made one hell of a team there at the end. She muses that this crop of newbies isn't half bad. She claps Kia on the back, saying, "Nice shooting, Kia. Y'know, I'm usually more of a loner, but this wasn't too bad. Might have to do it again sometime, yeah?" She gestures towards the main thrust of the paintball survivors. "Let's see what's up." Once she's rejoined the rest of the group, Jane claps Rene on the back and says, "Good work, Rene. We're still on for that chat after this, right?" Admittedly, what with the evening news being on deck, even odds said that Xorn was about to declare war on all humankind or something crazy like that. She stretches a bit, waiting for the shoe to drop.
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Rene - Wolfsbane PP: 2 | XP: 11 | Complications: d12 Cowed "Oh!" Rene says, almost surprised that actually worked! She breathed a sigh of relief. "Ms Wagner, can I just say, it's really really really hard to not chase you around the room. You could probably give the wolf a really good run in the mornings. Maybe stop it getting distracted-" She jumped as Jane slapped her on her back. Ah! And she was doing so well in not thinking about it. "Yes! Chat! After this!" She said, a little too breathlessly.
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In the observation room, Mr. Valentine tapped the keyboard with some small measure of glee, and the video began playing, both on the monitor behind him and on the big projection in the Danger Room. It was the usual blue-and-red studio with a scrolling ticker along the bottom of the screen, the way all news channels seemed to look these days. The anchor was a doughy white guy, which again didn't really narrow things down. Only the omnipresent logo showed which network it was. "Startling scenes coming from New York City today as the city, the country, still reels from an unprecedented attack on American soil, on a scale not seen since Pearl Harbour," the host said, with all the authority and bluster of a man who'd been given the wrong sandwich at a Subway. "Confusing reports emerging after the statewide blackout have muddied matters, but the White House has confirmed that the National Guard and the MRD are on the scene." As he spoke, footage of Times Square played behind him in the upper corner of the screen, showing the devastation that only hours ago, the X-Men had been experiencing firsthand. It faded away as he swivelled in his chair to face the other side of the studio, which was apparently some sort of CGI wall. "Joining me tonight, live from Westchester, New York, is philanthropist, scientist, teacher, and author... long-time advocate of pacifism... of international charities the Valentine Foundation and the Xavier Initiative... Charles Xavier." The introduction seemed a little long-winded for network television, but there was Xavier up on the CGI wall of the studio and smiling warmly. He seemed to be in his office, via webcam linkup. "Thank you, Sean." "Now as a resident of New York state, you were within the affected area, correct?" "Not only that, Sean, but I am acquainted with the selfless heroes who risked life and limb to protect the innocent people caught up in this terrorist attack." This caught the host by surprise, and for a moment he faltered. "You mean the MRD?" "No, I mean the young mutants who used their abilities today to save the country from certain disaster," said the Professor calmly. "I have it on good authority they call themselves the X-Men, and they are here to help." The host blinked, mouth open and moving, but nothing coming out. Eventually he rallied enough of his bluster to continue. "But this attack was perpetrated by mutants in the first place!" "You can't blame all of mutantkind for the actions of a few," chided Xavier. "These attackers were lone wolves, operating under a flawed ideology from a dangerous extremist. You don't have to be a mutant to do that. Why, there are many mutants in this very country who live peaceful lives, without using their gifts to harm anyone." "Name one," retorted the host immediately and confidently, with an accusing finger jabbed in the Professor's direction. Xavier steepled his fingers and smiled. "Me, for a start." The video paused and then, over the intercom, Mr. Valentine's raucous laughter filled the Danger Room. The picture had frozen in a very unflattering way on the already-unflattering face of the host, his eyes bulging and panicked.
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Lee PP: 5 | XP: 2 | d8 Physical Stress Retort caught in her throat, Lee can only gape as, not even live at this point, she witnesses her ostensible caretaker do something very stupid. "poo poo," she mumbles, mind racing with all the myriad ways this will bite everyone in this room- in this building in the rear end. Is this a positive enough event for some rainclouding XP?
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Blink PP: 1|XP: 2| Stress: 1d10 mental Clarice lowly whistles at the Professor's revelation, her emerald eyes glued to the screen as the news report became obviously the day's most tweeted hashtag. "So...no more hiding then." Clarice was a...er, an explorer. Who often explored other people's belongings. Hiding was generally something of the point, which meant this was entirely not the point. She spared a winnowing glance at Mr. Valentine as he laughed. "Are we...sure that this is a good thing Mr. Valentine?"
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Wolverine PP: 4 | XP: 21 Well now. It wasn't Xorn declaring forever-war, but it was sure as hell a declaration. Jane looks up at the screen and says, "Well, I'm not going to say that changes everything, but it's a change for drat sure."
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"Ah, don't worry, he's not selling us all out. This is just flipping the script," said Mr. Valentine, wiping away a tear from his eye. "Charles can keep a secret when he needs to, but... he's back to how I remember him." He tapped the keyboard again and the video resumed with the host mid-bluster, searching for words until finally blurting out an angry accusation. "Since when are you a mutant?" "Since birth," said the Professor calmly. "That is typically how it works. I've lived with my gifts for more than forty years now." "Without revealing this fact to the public," the host was quick to point out. "People have a right to know!" "Do they? That sounds like a violation of privacy to me. Where does it stop? We are people, just like anyone else. There are so many things that mutants are able to do, incredible things that could transform the world into a better place." "Or reduce it to rubble!" "So you're in favour of military disarmament, then?" "Th-That's entirely different! These powers are in the hands of civilians!" "Some would argue the Second Amendment covers that, although if you're saying we need more control..." said the Professor amicably, leaving the question open. Ms. Wagner burst out laughing as the host was starting to get visibly red in the face. "Oh, he's playing their tune and they don't know what to do!"
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Rene - Wolfsbane PP: 2 | XP: 11 | Complications: d12 Cowed Tail (Metaphorically) between her legs, Rene subconsciously lent into Jane. Her face tense. But the situation on screen started to turn. The news man getting clowned on. Rene had never really been able to adjust to American television, especially their news. But this, at least, seemed to be going their way. At least in terms of the power dynamic in the interview. But she couldn't help but prick up an ear in case she could hear the torch wielding mob descending on the Manor. She'd already had to flee one burning home. She really didn't want to do so again.
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Marvel Girl PP: 0 | XP: 3 Jean is quiet as she watches. "You know, I should be several colors of annoyed after the speech he gave me the other day, and not warning us-", she says after a moment, standing up. "- but I think I'm kinda proud of him, instead. Dangit." She runs a hand through her hair, walking past before squinting as she runs her neck. "I'm gonna collapse so I can be ready for the protests.", she adds towards the others, and then goes towards the door.
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Wolverine PP: 4 | XP: 21 Jane cracks her neck back and forth, seemingly back to full vim and vigor, but she tips her head at Jean, "I think you've got the right idea. Things aren't going to be slowing down any time soon." Turning her head towards Rene — wow, she'd gotten real close all of a sudden — she adds, "Well, uh, things seem to have wound down, so... let's get going. Hell, I wouldn't say no to a stop by the cafeteria if you're not in a hurry."
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Storm PP: 2 | XP: 1 | Stress 1d8 Mental, 1d10 physical “Food sounds like a great idea,” says Kia, as she walks up to Jane and Rene, “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving after that little work-out we just had. But I gotta say; we three?” She drapes her arms around their shoulders, with mouth curling up into a wide grin, “We make a great team, yea?”
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Blink PP: 1|XP: 2| Stress: 1d10 mental "Not selling us out, huh..." Clarice responded to Mr. Valentine's comment. She didn't sound really convinced. No matter, seemed everyone else was totally ok with being exposed. Well, almost everyone. She noted a bit of a grousing on Lee's part from the observation room. BLUNK! "Hi." She said, a bit subdued for her usual exuberance, to the other girl as she stepped out of her portal next to her. "This whole thing is a little...sudden, huh? I mean, for me, anyway." She paused, chewing on her bottom lip. "I was thinking...I was gonna take a little breather outside the mansion for a minute. Kind of...figure out how I fit into all of this. I uh, wouldn't mind a little company though, more fun with two people, you know?" She raises her hands in a submissive posture. "I promise I won't be overly chipper."
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Pyotr PP: 2| XP: 10 Stress 1d8 Mental Pete was missing bits of it here and there. TV was still pretty quick for him to follow. He's getting the gist of it, especially from the reactions of those around him. He looked over at Jean before givin' a shrug. "I have feeling that Professor is different man now that we have pulled out that thought," he muttered. He kept watching and turned to look down at Clarice as she appeared. There was a little moment of concentration on his face before he nods his head. He wanted to cheer the Professor on; putting everything out there meant at least one side was willing to budge forwards. He pulled his phone out and checked twitter to see what the current leading trends were. He'd had to turn off notifications because that picture from earlier today was still rolling hard. He felt tired but- well, it was as different kind of tired. He knew that, somehow, he could keep going for days. "Sure," he said. He had complete confidence in the Professor. For six months. He had complete confidence in the man for six months. He started to walk to the front of the building.
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Lee PP: 5 | XP: 2 | d8 Physical Stress "Fine," Lee grumbles in reply to Clarice's request. "Anything to get away from this stunt." Throwing her jacket over her shoulders, she falls in behind the other girl, hands in pockets, hood pulled up.
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Pyotr PP: 2| XP: 10 Stress 1d8 Mental Pete began to walk with Lee as she slid the hood up onto her head and stuffed her hands into her pockets. He waited until out of earshot before nudging her in the shoulder with an elbow. "We all need to have nice, open and honest conversation I think."
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Jul 22, 2018 15:19
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Lee PP: 5 | XP: 2 | d8 Physical Stress "Pff." Lee keeps walking as the big guy prods her. "You got something to say, then?"
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Blink PP: 1|XP: 2| Stress: 1d10 mental Clarice wasn't planning on a trio, but, well, when in Rome... As Lee and Pyotr started walking, Clarice caught up. "Open and honest conversation, huh? That'd be a nice change of pace. But not here - no offense but I need some sun." BLUNK! A giant, glowing pink and purple rift opened up in front of the three of them. "I know it'll ruin your anti-tan, Lee, but after spending the afternoon inside somebody's brain, it's probably for the best, yeah?" She doesn't wait for an answer before stepping through, herself - but the Portal remains open, at least long enough for the other two to follow if they want. Assuming they do, they all find themselves on a warm, and more importantly, deserted, tropical beach. White sand under their feet and the soft crash of waves lazily hitting the shore. Clarice spreads her arms wide and smiles. "This is more like it, no?"
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Pyotr PP: 2| XP: 10 Stress 1d8 Mental Pyotr paused for a beat before he kept on walking until he was out of earshot of the rest of the team. Once he knew he was a good range away, he turned to Lee and leant forwards. He had to crouch a little to get to eye-level with her. "Okay," he said, with a nod. Then there was a portal out into a beach somewhere else in the world. White sands, the sound of waves crashing and breaking. Nothing else. The sun was high overhead but it was low back in the mansion. This place was probably out in the Atlantic; Bermuda or one of the Azores. He grinned broadly and stepped through the portal before laughing to himself, looking to the left and then to the right. "That is very useful trick." He paused. "We are not in Black Sea are we? I am- not so much allowed in Russia."
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