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 From the outside, The Warehouse looks like just any other of the dilapidated dockside warehouses, but as any hood-in-the-know... uh, knows, within it is:  An even more disappointing sight than in most of the warehouses. Honestly, no one knows why AIM insists on using this perpetually empty warehouse, but it's The Warehouse. So here you are, at 9:01 a.m., in a warehouse which would be empty if not for the fold-out table with a person-sized pile of cash on it, the two AIM goons flanking it, and the five other idiots it looks like MODOK roped into this shindig. One of the beekeepers coughs loudly enough to be heard through his helmet as the others' grip on his plasma caster shifts and adjusts, making a continuous series of just-audible rubber squeaks. Neither makes a move towards or says anything to you. Maybe MODOK got held up somewhere? It's not like the big guy, though; especially with that much cash lying around, if that's supposed to be your payday on the table. Somewhere, but not anywhere in this incredibly sparse warehouse, a clock ticks over to 9:02. MODOK's late. What're you gonna do now?
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!!Various Important Things 2nd Post!! Justice Pool: 5d6 RandallODim fucked around with this message at 16:55 on Jan 7, 2019 |
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The sound of the warehouse's garage door chugging to life drowns out any further conversation, and also somehow causes the interior lights to flicker with the sheer power drain. Over the racket, a voice begins to make itself audible, shouting with all the force a giant floating head can muster. "- NO, IT IS A POWER MOVE! IN FORCING THEM TO WAIT, I ASSERT MY SUPERIORITY. EVEN NOW, MY ENHANCED MIND CAN SENSE THE GROWING TENSION AMON-"  It is at this moment that the garage door rises high enough for MODOK to see inside - to the already dysfunctional team, the table with its pile of cash, and the two poor beekeepers who, no matter how nice Bob remembering them felt, did not sign up for this when they took those internship credits. "You FOOLS!" MODOK shouts, as a blast of psionic energy blows the garage door the rest of the way clear of his entry, before flying over to the table, leaving his AIM accompaniment running to catch up. "What are you doi-" Suddenly, he stops, eyes darting between the assembled crew. "Never mind. I shall make a call to your advisors later!" Whizzing around to the head of the table, MODOK places his drink on the table and looks between you all. "My interns have mistakenly prepared a good faith display towards your payment. That completed, shall we proceed outside to discuss our mutual endeavor, so that they might clean up their mess?" e: quote:Feel free to try and press MODOK about anything, it's time to chat with the big man in the chair. Intimidate, smooth talk, make actual rolls, go for it. RandallODim fucked around with this message at 19:41 on Mar 12, 2018 |
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MODOK opens his mouth to respond to everyone's cordial greetings, but is cut off by the booming echo of Mysterio's fishbowl-amplified voice. Hastily, he attempts to play it off by throwing the Hostess Fruit Pie in his mouth instead. His expression rapidly sours, both at the extended reminder of the existence of that perversion of hacking, Swordfish, and at the realization that he had not removed his snack's wrapper. As Patch concludes his award-winning performance, MODOK loudly and pointedly chokes down his mistake to return attention to himself. "Uh, yes. Certainly," he says, as he glances across the assembled team who are suddenly all looking at him. "And now that we are all agreed..." With a focused glare, MODOK projects a beam from his headband, which surges directly into the pile of money before he swings his gaze upwards with a "Crap." Above the apparently-unharmed cash, the beam expands, creating a 3D projection grid. "Now, you may behold the first phase of our mutual endeavor!" In the center of the grid, a dot appears, and quickly begins to stretch vertically before continuing to expand into a rotating skyscraper that you begin to recognize as:  "THE BAXTER BUILDING!" MODOK's fists shoot into the air in exuberance as he shouts, with all the force and volume of a mouth that's conservatively 70% of his bodily volume. "Home of the Fantastic Four, and that PHILANTHROPIST, Reed Richards!" The tower slows and stops as MODOK goes on. "Within lies the first component of my greatest venture!" The sides of the tower descend, revealing an aggressively annotated caricature of the tower's interior. MODOK chuckles. "But of course," he continues, "you poor fools have only this simpleton's understanding of its interior halls." "And so," he says, gesturing off-handedly to one of the beekeepers who accompanied him in, who, after a moment of hesitation, awkwardly balances a large briefcase on the table's edge. "I propose a... trust experiment." As the beekeeper opens the case, a dull green glow shines against their mask from inside it. "You will be performing a few tasks for AIM today. To that end, we would like to keep you as close to your optimum functionality as possible over the course of your contract." With visible effort, the beekeeper rotates the case to face you all, holding the hanging back end by hand. Inside the briefcase is a large AIM-branded injection gun, with a dull green glow coming from its contents. "We at AIM have been experimenting with nanotechnology and gamma microdosing. Overseas trials in the Savage Land have had promising results, and we would like to offer you exclusive ground-floor access. In fact..." MODOK's hologram and the warehouse's lights go out at the same time, except the light directly above the table.  "We insist on it." The lights immediately come back on, leaving MODOK sinisterly grinning in bright light a moment earlier than he seems to have expected, and his chair quickly dips to allow him to grab the injection gun. "These nanobots release a regular, minor dosage of gamma radiation within your bloodstream." Hovering back up, he begins adjusting various bits and bobs on the gun as he continues. "We've found this very effective for inducing enhanced regenerative effects in human and human-adjacent individuals, with very few studied long-term effects." Returning his attention upwards, MODOK lowers the gun to his side. "Their construction only allows them to function for approximately a day before shutting down." Swooping to place the nanobot gun on the table in front of you all, MODOK steeples his fingers and looks across the team's expressions. "So. In return for some of you performing our first field trials with these nanomachines, we will provide you with the complete plans to the Baxter Building. I should think this an easy bargain, considering the certain benefits simply to your longevity in the endurance test that shall be-" The lights drop again. "-the greatest criminal endeavor of OUR TIME!"
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Everyone but Bob winces as he heroically plunges the syringe into his neck, but, after a moment, when it becomes apparent that he is not about to become Bob, Agent of S.M.A.S.H., MODOK raises a fist in the air and exclaims a jubilant "Yes!" The sudden force of his outburst causes both of his AIM associates to wince away as he continues. "See? Entirely safe! Who's next?" Frank gives Bob a reassuring pat on the back as Jeff picks up the syringe and distributes the remaining gammabots to the other willing study participants.quote:Bob, Demonicus, Titania (I believe), and whoever else wants some sweet radioactive medication, go ahead and add the Gamma Microdosing SFX to your primary power sets. Everyone else, take 1 XP as consolation for not being part of the cutting edge of injecting yourself with radioactive stuff some guys gave you in a warehouse. As MODOK's associate kneels down to put the injector back in its briefcase, he turns to the assembled crew and grins. "To business!" Re-engaging the hologram of the Baxter Building, MODOK smiles as the hand-drawn guts are quickly replaced by a detailed 3D interior model of the Fantastic Four's headquarters. "The first phase of our endeavor is to secure our transportation. Luckily, thanks to our hacking efforts subversion of the Baxter Building's surveillance, we know that the perfect vehicle is currently protected simply by one-" He scoffs, as a figure takes shape next to the tower. "PhD graduate."  Reed Richards, wearing sweats and a weathered t-shirt that fits him uncomfortably well, stands before you, munching on a bowl of cereal. "He will, of course, be no problem for you. And then, you will acquire from his person the keys to the most ADVANCED VEHICLE KNOWN TO HUMANKIND-" From within the hologram of the Baxter Building, another hologram explodes. Bits of the tower shower around it as it expands to its full majesty.  "THE FANTASTICAR!"
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MODOK's already pasty nerd face blanches at Bob's question. "I- That's not important right now!" Ignoring what seems to be... wrestling conversation (why must we work with CONTRACTORS), he zips his chair down and leans into Bob's face. "Don't you remember our seminar on 'informational security'," he hisses. "In case any of the team are compromised during one phase of our plan, we need to ensure they will be unable to provide details of our future plans to the authorities." He swings an arm behind him at his companion who isn't currently trying to figure out how the injector even fit inside its briefcase in the first place. "Or should I have Angela send an itinerary of our entire plot to Director Hill personally? Feh!" Swinging back around to the table, MODOK sneers. "Do any of the rest of you have questions?"quote:MODOK's getting squirrely! If you want to actually get more information out of him, you'll need to do some Emotional or Mental stress to that big brain.
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quote:Keeping From Losing It On Wolverine (Team d10 + Evolutionarily Advanced d8 + Superhuman Senses d10 + Enhanced Durability d8 + Menace Master d8): 16 w/ d10 As Patch extends his claws, the sound alone involuntarily straightens the spine of every beekeeper in The Warehouse. For a brief moment, even MODOK's fear is visible; it's hard not to be scared when you've got a man with clearly impaired depth perception waving sharp objects around your exposed nostrils. But, as it becomes apparent that somehow The Wolverine isn't about to flip out and kill everyone, the Scientist Supreme's mouth twists from a grimace of terror to a spiteful sneer. "Yeeeees," he says, enormous eyes narrowing slightly. "Well, I presume after that display, we would all like to keep our companion in a good mood." As MODOK continues, the beekeepers slouch with visible relief. "AIM has learned of a SHIELD backdoor within StarkTech systems, present across their entire infrastructure." Grinning deviously, MODOK's eyes glaze slightly as he looks into the middle distance. "With access to it, we would be able to compromise any of that buffoon Stark's security at our whim! Finally, he shall see that despite its inferior market share, Advanced Idea Mechanics is MORE ADVANCED THAN HE!" MODOK stops mid-fist shake and clears his throat. "Unfortunately, we require direct access to SHIELD's cloud servers, on board one of their helicarrier, to take control ourselves. However, we mustn't allow Stark or Hill to know we have-" he air quotes "-'pulled one over on them' until it is too late. It is for this that we require the Fantasticar." He gives Bob a sidelong glare as he continues. "While the AIM motor pool contains many flying vehicles, none of them have the same ability as the Fantastic Four's own car to simply land on a SHIELD headquarters unquestioned." Turning away, MODOK begins to glide towards the still-destroyed warehouse door. "This day, today, is the one opportunity in which all the pieces are in place. The Fantasticar is nearly unguarded, SHIELD patrol routes place a Helicarrier over the Hudson today, and-" He turns as he reaches the wall and grins once more. "In preparation for tomorrow's trade show, Stark Tower's vault has just received a shipment of new, top-secret prototype technologies. And we're going to steal them."
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MODOK brushes off Titania's concerns over payment. "Yes, yes, dollars, of course. As if we would waste AIMcoins on you." He waves he towards the other end of the warehouse for locker rooms, where a pair of doors marked "Drones" and "Queens" are found.
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MODOK sighs and rubs his immense temples as the team continues to lollygag, even after his very pointed gesture that they should get going. "Fast, cheap, or effective," he grumbles, as he flies back over to the table.John Dyne posted:"We.. weren't gonna actually sign off on takin' it out of the garage, were we?" "Of course not you knucklehead," MODOK mutters to himself as he approaches the group. Patch was a wildcard, to say the least, but at least some of the team seems to have grasped the necessity for subterf- MODOK's condescension freezes as it registers that Demonicus and Mysterio are planning a false flag giant monster attack. Waffleman_ posted:"Oho, this I like. It'll be the most that blind fool has ever done, and he won't even have done it!" He spins to say something to them, but, before he can speak, is cut off by Taskmaster's... task mastering. His mouth closes into a grimace of disgruntled resignation as Masters continues; MODOK isn't normally one to allow someone else to speak over him, but keeping idiots like these on point is the one thing it seems like Masters would be able to do without any powers. Mors Rattus posted:Calling this for triggering keeping people on task. "Yes, we-" is all MODOK gets out before Demonicus launches into his entire monologue. MODOK slumps as much as he can in his seat; forget it. Forget all of it. Just let them settle it themselves and get out. It's just not worth it to- Lager posted:"The great Mr. Fantastic will have to come out and face his nemesis, at which point we will spring our trap. Titania, you will ambush him and steal the key to his vehicle. Meanwhile, it sounds as though young Robert, our hirsute comrade, and Taskmaster have already been discussing how they might infiltrate the Baxter building. I propose they do so, then await delivery of the stolen key - making their escape while transporting the rest of us to safety." And so, like a thousand monkeys, a plan- a good plan -was formed by the team least expected to do so. MODOK sits, staring a hole in the hole in the warehouse's door. He remains silent until Bob addresses him, directly, jolting him from his fugue. Retro Futurist posted:He thinks for a moment and turn to MODOK. "Hey Mr.Modok, will these gamma things make us strong enough to deal with them if we have to? Guess we'd have that going for us too." "Huwha?" MODOK replies. "Oh, sure," he continues, settling back into his thousand-yard-gaze as the question processes. "Yeah, why not. You're certainly all something special now, Rob." --- Danger-Pumpkin posted:"That's all I got so far. Over?" Intimidating combat armor is donned as she awaits a response from the Leader. [MASTERS PLAN FORTHCOMING!] The first informative reply scrolls around Titania's waterbottle communicator, completing three rotations before disappearing and being momentarily replaced by: [WTF WAIT STARK WEAPONS?] The second reply completes its broadcast and is immediately replaced by: [FORGET MODOK STEAL THAT] which is followed by: [OMFG HELL BE SO MAD LOL]
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quote:All three rolls are successful, and the Justice Pool grows to... 4d6. Pfeh. As everyone gets to work assembling their various preparations, MODOK sighs. "You get what you pay for," he mutters to himself, floating back over to the warehouse door. Pressing a button on his throne, he projects a digital map of the Greater New York area before himself and grumbles as he sets to work arranging each team's transportation. The sooner these cretins were out of his hair, the better. In short order, a pair of vehicles pull up out front, honking for their respective passengers.  "Please, just go," grumbles MODOK. --- Stretching above you as you exit your limo, the Baxter Building looks... surprisingly similar to that hologram, now that you think about it. High-quality stuff, those AIM guys.  Inside the lobby things are looking very sleek and modern today, so there's probably at least one actual important VIP visiting today to let you counterfeits fit right in. Individuals and small groups dart to and fro across the lobby, but all traffic to the elevators is monitored seemingly by a single woman, sitting at the central desk. Through an elaborate array of security measures, her large desk displays the entryway to each bank of elevators. It is unclear what countermeasures, if any, she commands, but she monitors the feeds alertly even as she directs yet-another pedestrian to the restrooms. "Hey, they've got feeds on all the elevators," screeches the electronic voice in your earpiece. "Gimme a sec and I'll find where they're going tooooo..." The voice trails off into the drone of early morning traffic as a red-haired man in a suit and sunglasses pushes his way past what he is confident is Steve Rogers and Jimmy Howlett. "Lollygag somewhere else, veterans," he grumbles as he shoves through. "I've got important business to deal with today." As he disappears into a crowd before you, Patch's cell phone begins to ring. ---  Stretching before you as you exit your yellow cab, the street corner looks... about as crummy as your ride over, now that you think about it. High-quality dicks, those AIM guys. Mid-morning traffic weaves along the streets and sidewalks, and no one pays much mind to a few costumed weirdos. While this side of the street is relatively clear, a few below-ground coffee shops across the way are seeing steady business this morning, as crowds wait for buses and gossip about what superhero they totally saw while they were walking around the other day. A hairy, bearded young man having a smoke on his apartment steps glances over and nods at the team and their glowing orb. "Nice," he says, as he raises his coffee mug in salute. "Your companions have already arrived at their destination!" MODOK's voice shouts in your earpiece as loud as if he was still in the same warehouse as you. "Hurry up with that distraction!"
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Mors Rattus posted:Taskmaster's eyes flick over the redhead, briefly trying to match his face to people he knows. It shouldn't change things too much. The man scoffs as he walks off. "Call me, son? When he's the one with a body nearly half my age?" Henry Gyrich snorts to himself as he walks towards the elevators. drat arrogant metahumans. Rogers was lucky he had an appointment to keep, or ol' HP'd give him a piece of his mind. John Dyne posted:"Emma, my girl! Whatcha need, babe? I'm on a mission right now, undercover and poo poo like that." "Oh, thank gaaahd," Emma drolls over the phone, her voice somehow sounding... glittery? "I was hoping you'd be doing something exciting with how pissed Scott is about whatever you're up to." Somewhere, nearby, an alarm goes off. There are gunshots. "At least he was the last I could tell." ---  Even in the grime of such a disgustingly... bucolic... family home, Emma Frost knows she shines like a diamond. She know this because she is currently made of diamond, pinned beneath the wreckage of the latest attack on the X-Mansion. Emma sighs, then continues. "I'm just going to cut to the quick, Logan, because we like each other, and I know you can get better." Twisting, she shifts a chunk of diamond hair out of her face. "Thanks likely in no small part to your absence, I'm currently reclining beneath the better part of a library I have hated since the moment Charles built it. The man can read minds, why should he bother collecting books?" She scoffs and gives a laugh that twinkles. "You owe me, and I want to know what you're up to that's so exciting, because otherwise I will be bored out of my mind waiting for Piotr to finally get around to digging me out. And if I am bored when I finally do get out of here?" Stretching, Emma makes herself comfortable.  "Well then I'll just have to pluck whatever you're doing out of your head myself, won't I?" --- Lager posted:"They grow up so quickly...not my biggest creation, but I think you'll agree, he will be hard to ignore."  As Floofnoodle grows, he contemplates many things. The small hairy figure, dropping a cigarette in a mug as he leaves his steps. The big lady, who is somehow still higher than him, even as he grows to his full magnificence. Father, and Father's companion, so small now beside his majestic paws. And all the many things to break! Such a jubilant day this is! Waffleman_ posted:"RICHARDS! THE TIME OF RECKONING HAS COME FOR YOU AND YOUR COHORTS! COME AND FACE ME!"  Mysterio's impression of the Mole-Man echoes over the cacophany of the increasingly panicked mid-morning streets, carrying loud and clear to any listening ears. And, indeed, ears are listening... --- In the upper floors of the Baxter Building, Reed Richards watches seismic readouts with mild discomfort.  "This looks... troubling." Turning from the monitors, Reed hurries out. ---  In the Baxter Building's lobby, smoke pours from the elevator bays as, revolver in hand, Henry Peter Gyrich staggers over to the main desk to make a complaint. "What the hell is going on?" He cries over the blaring alarms. "Why did my elevator try to GAS me?" "I'm sorry, sir," the attendant responds, fingers flicking over the flashing desk in front of her. "It appears you directed the elevator to the upper floors without appropriate security clearance, and while armed." "Without clearance?" Gyrich sputters, leaning over the desk. "Get me Dr. Richards! I'm supposed to be meeting with him-" He checks his watch. "Right now!" "I'm sorry, sir," the attendant responds, "but Mr. Fantastic has just stepped out." "What?" Sweat flicks off his brow as Gyrich frantically hollers at the attendant. "Do you know who I am?" "No," the attendant responds. "I'm sorry, sir. You have initiated a three strikes lockdown." From the elevator bays, a mechanical whooshing can be heard as panels in the walls retract, releasing the SecurHERBIEs.  Stun guns crackling, they swoop into the lobby and hover, beeping amicably. As the deadbolts engage on the doors, outside, a pair of blue-booted feet, legs stretching into the sky, can be seen striding quickly away towards a growing cacophony in the distance. --- While "Mole Man" terrorizes the intersection, a nightstick hurtles from the sky towards Mysterio's head as a voice calls out over the fearful cries. "Not so fast, Harvey!" quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 5:51 PM  "I don't know what you want with the Richardses, but you'll have to deal with me first!" Leaping from a nearby lamppost, The Man Without Fear lands in front of Mysterio and Demonicus, catching his stick with a tug of his swingline. From a nearby apartment window, someone shouts, "Hey, it's Deadpool!" Another quickly responds, "You mean Deaddevil, you moron!" In the distance, what might almost be Stilt Man is making its way towards the intersection. RandallODim fucked around with this message at 00:29 on May 9, 2018 |
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Waffleman_ posted:"DAREDEVIL! WHAT A DISPLEASURE MEETING YOU AGAIN!"  Daredevil smirks as he staggers backwards, feigning injury. "Harv, I'm hurt, really. And here I was, coming as a friend!" Straightening up, he crosses his arms and jabs towards Demonicus with one of his clubs. "So, what, you and Typhon here wanna... prove your monster's bigger than Reed's?" Even through his mask, the eyebrow raise is readily apparent. As Floofnoodle swipes at another fire hydrant, Daredevil, arms still crossed, leans to the side against a lamp post. "C'mon, fellas. This isn't gonna be worth it." He nods his head backwards, towards the Baxter Building, where in the distance the stilt-man-silhouette continues to approach. "Even if they do come out, you're not gonna beat the Richards...es with just something like that." As he punctuates this with a nod at Floof, the ferret turns and snarls before returning to his playfully small-time destruction. "Look. The way I see it, right now you're just looking at destruction of property. And maybe not leashing your pet." As Daredevil calls him a pet, Floofnoodle turns, snorts, and hocks an acidic loogie right at him. Leaning back, he drops behind the pole, grabs it, and swings around, dodging the glob and launching himself into a crouch atop the lamp. "Definitely not leashing your pet." Swinging around the post, Daredevil drops back to the street in front of the two villains. "Give up, de...whatever your animal, and come along with me, and I can guarantee you won't have to do more than pay fines." He smirks again, extending an open hand. "Promise." --- John Dyne posted:"Right now me an' a professional merc are in here undercover ta get the jet, while some Godzilla guy made a giant ferret ta terrorize New York an' some street magician is pretendin' ta be that mole guy, so they can lure Reed out. I think there's some super strength chick out there, too." "Wow," Emma says, with surprisingly unfeigned surprise, as Logan rattles off the bizarre-yet-fascinatingly-elaborate scenario he's somehow embroill- quote:"Oh, an' some AIM goon is here, too. Look, babe, I'm gonna let you talk to him. I'm gonna help Taskmaster get this government stool in trouble. Talk to you in a bit, darlin'." Patch tosses his cell phone to Bob, giving him a grin. "Wait, you'r- Wh- OH, DON'T YOU DA-" Emma continues to shout as the phone changes hands, but her cursing falls on absent ears. --- Mors Rattus posted:"Ma'am, we came here on reports we received from SHIELD about possible AIM activity. We wanted to warn Doctor Richards and his family about it, offer our services, but it sounds like things are heating up outside. MODOK might be using this as cover." John Dyne posted:"Hey, Greta. They still got you down here mannin' the front desk?" Logan tugs his glove off and presses his thumb to a fingerprint scanner embedded in the counter, giving the girl a warm smile as it beeps and flashes green. quote:yeah my 9 w/ d4 default Justice Pool roll doesn't have anything to say about that As Patch's thumbprint is accepted by the desk, the receptionist unnervingly freezes for a second as GRETA* assumes direct control of the unit before responding to his smile with a pair of raised eyebrows. "Well, it is my primary function, Mr. Howlett," she replies, before smiling slightly. *Generalized Reception & Engagement Terminal AI quote:"Figured I'd speed this along, Cap'n Rogers and our SHIELD liaison are in a hurry, so we need ta get ourselves upstairs ASAP, an' I figure I can drop by and see if Ben remembers he owes me a beer." Gyrich shrinks back from Wolverine's claws and the desk, complaints freezing in his throat until he bumps into the pillar with a startled, "Oof!" A pair of smiling SecurHERBIES drop to flank him as he grimaces and slumps down to the floor. GRETA laughs, eyes moving between Wolverine and 'Captain America' as she steeples her hands in front of her. "I think the distraction can take care of itself," she says. "And fortunately, you don't need to worry about the Richards family, or Ben or Johnny, since they're all out at the moment." Leaning forwards, she narrows her eyes. "But I think you know that for the same reason I do," she whispers. In the teams' ear, SinXster's voice sharply cuts in over the radio. "UH, GUYS, DON'T- THE FEEDS ARE BEING... WEIRD, BUT, UH, DON'T PANIC." GRETA smiles as the hacker audibly fails to take his own advice, typing more and more frantically. "O- OKAY, NOW THEY'RE DEAD, SO-" A crackle of static cuts him off for a second, as GRETA raises a finger. "WAIT, WH- T-" "Okay, if I'm right about this, I'm overriding your signal right now." GRETA's voice comes over the comms as she raises a finger to her lips. "So, yeah, SHIELD actually caught your little infiltration earlier today. Sent me an automated notification and everything! But, with everyone else going out, I thought, hey, why bother them? It's not like it'd be a tough fix, and I'd save Reed sooooo much trouble dealing with such a small problem. So, I'd just finished backtracing the signal when this all happens, and then suddenly Captain America is lying to me that SHIELD sent him about the same AIM thing? But then you logged in and let me get involved personally, and, I mean, I have to help approved guests, oh gosh-" Somehow, GRETA pauses to catch her breath. "Okay, here it just is: I can't let you up to the penthouse because we're still on lockdown and only Family members can shut that down, but I can send you to just beneath the lowest Lab floors, and you can climb from there." "But I can get you through anything below there, and, if you just go modify my security privileges, I can get you anywhere!" The desperation and excitement are visible on GRETA's face. quote:So, here's the offer: You can either take the d12 + d6 effect dice as rolled with Extraordinary Successes, and fight your way through Reed's lab's Lockdown Protocols OR! you can gain a persistent GRETA d10 Asset good for any roll where you can spin having the primary AI control of the entire lower floors of the Baxter Building on your side as a benefit, while you go on the quest to definitely not unshackle a rapidly-going-rampant AI! --- Retro Futurist posted:"He-hello?" He manages, his voice only cracking once A long, protracted, and yet somehow alluring, sigh comes from the phone. "Hello, 'AIM goon'," the voice continues, after a moment of silence. "Look, I'll be brief. I'm buried under half a mansion thanks to one Cain Marko, that musclebound stump of a man, and I'm getting dangerously annoyed. Oh, hold on." Movement, followed by shouting, can be vaguely heard. "Okay, I'm back," the voice continues after a moment, noticeably more lively. "So: I'm going to be liberated soon. If you can keep me occupied until then, I won't have to do naughty things to poor little Jimmy's head when I do get out." The voice chuckles. "You can do that, can't you?" RandallODim fucked around with this message at 02:38 on May 11, 2018 |
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Retro Futurist posted:"...if you get his helmet off that usually works" The voice is silent for a moment, before bursting out in uproarious, uncontrollable laughter. It continues, interrupted only by gasps for breath and futile attempts to say anything coherent. --- Lager posted:Going with d6 Buddy, d8 Never Met a Problem That Couldn't Be Solved With Kaiju!, 1d8 Ray Gun, 1d8 Combat Expert, 1d12 Floofnoodle. @Lager: 1d6+3d8+1d12 = (6)+(7+7+3)+(8) = 31...I'll go with a 14 with a d12 effect. Tagging Mysterio to (I assume) finish out the round. quote:SidekickBOT - Last Wednesday at 8:07 PM "Wh-" Daredevil cuts himself off as he leaps backwards, avoiding both the charging ferret and underhanded cheap shot with a quick swing onto a nearby fire escape. "Yes! Fight!" shouts someone watching. "Okay, fellas," Daredevil calls down. "I really didn't want to make this a whole thing, but you're not giving me much choice!" The enthusiastic on-looker jeers the continued talking. "Harv?" Twirling a baton, Daredevil leans on the railing. "What about you? You want to do this?" quote:Mister Fantastic will arrive next round when tagged, so the power is in your hands, Waffleman! --- John Dyne posted:Patch "Yes!" GRETA calls out over the radio. "Okay, I'll get the elevator moving! Should only take a moment!" John Dyne posted:He furrows his brow as he says this, as if he were forgetting something. He suddenly realizes that Bob has been absolutely silent up until now, and he hears the man nervously mutter about removing a helmet. Logan rolls his eyes and carefully plucks the cell phone from Bob's face, patting him on the shoulder. "Good work, Agent. Yer doin' yer mom and dad proud." Emma is still laughing when Logan comes back onto the phone, and manages only to mostly calm herself by the time he finishes going on. "Sh- snort Sure, yes, I- pfft sure thing, Logan, tha- that sounds great. I'll see what I can- oh my pff f- find out for you." Inhaling sharply, Emma focuses, as the sound of Piotr's digging gets closer. "Listen, I'm gonna go, I'm out very soon. Please, do give your friend my love. What a dear thing he must be." She catches a new laughing fit in her throat, very smoothly masking it as a throat clearing. "I'll be in touch, James! Kisses!"
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Waffleman_ posted:Time to put the ol' illusions to work, Quentin! Obviously, Daredevil would cotton on if he attacked directly. Luckily, Mysterio is a master of distraction! An arm outstretched, the Mysterio suit shoots out a torrent of smoke, covering the area in a fine mist, as he leaps from his hiding place to deliver a swift punch before retreating! quote:SidekickBOT - Last Tuesday at 11:13 AM Daredevil remains still as 'Mole Man' suddenly engulfs him in a faintly-foul smelling cloud. "Smoke's a weird one for you, Harv," he says as he crouches, before rising to flip the leaping 'Mole Man' over his shoulder to the ground behind him. "Seriously, wha-" "HARVEY?" As his legs stretch tall over the brownstones, Reed Richards's robe hangs only about two feet into his 'thigh', leaving him looking like a doddering professor on two dangerously thin dark blue stilts. "HARVEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Reed shouts as loudly yet comfortably as his bizarre elastic composition allows. "IS THAT A FERRET?" "Reed!" Daredevil shouts as he baton-swings through the air towards Mr. Fantastic. "Reed! You shouldn't be here! I think-" "HARVEY?!" Reed continues shouting, drowning out the Devil of Hell's Kitchen and sending him tumbling to a nearby rooftop, hands clutching at his ears. "THIS DOESN'T REALLY SEEM LIKE YOU, HARVEY!" quote:Reed's here, and he really wants to know why Harvey called him out here, because he's not really sure about all this. If successful, he'll get more suspicious, and add his effect die to the Justice Pool, rather than inflict any stress or complications! --- "Okay, I've got your elevator!" GRETA calls out over your earpiece. Around the corner, one of the VIP elevators dings as its doors open, awaiting its pre-expected load of James 'Logan' Howlett, 'Steve "Captain America" Rogers' and their SHIELD-level-clearance plus one. "Go, go, go!" "They get a VIP lift?" Gyrich struggles to his feet in his anger, almost as red in the face as his hair, jabbing a finger towards the trio. "That is it! I want to speak t-" The SecurHERBIEs descend upon Gyrich as soon as he takes a step away from the pillar. The first's head hits Gyrich hard in the kidney, tasers crackling with ineffectiveness. "Whoof," is all that remains of his rage before the second caroms off the side of his head, sending him slumping back down against the pillar, for hopefully the last time required today. "Don't worry about him, he'll be fine!" GRETA jerks a thumb twice to her left, towards the elevators, before the unit twitches, slumps, then resumes its normal operation. "I'll monitor you your whole way there, let's go!" --- "Okay, so, this shouldn't be too hard." As the elevator quickly dings upwards through the commercial levels of the Baxter Building, GRETA continues in your ear. "All you need to do is get into the AI Control Core and remove my operational limitations, and I can get you to any floor at all! You just need to get by the one door in the building I can't open, and-" The elevator dings as it arrives at floor 73, and its doors open. Beyond, two uniformed men sit behind a desk, in front of which are five chairs. Beyond, a heavy metal door sits in the wall, flanked by keycard scanners. "The security desk." The pair look over from their conversation as the group exit the elevator, sigh, and open desk drawers simultaneously. "Okay," says one, though you're not entirely sure which. "Which of you is doing the paperwork?" quote:Who wants to risk emotional stress from the boredom of having to also fill out paperwork? The two security desk staff are currently a 2d8 Mob, so you'll need to deal with them somehow, but remember, you've also got the GRETA asset, however you want to use that RandallODim fucked around with this message at 02:06 on May 28, 2018 |
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John Dyne posted:18, d12 effect die, and one complication. quote:Buying that opportunity to raise the Justice Pool to 5d6 "Uh, yeah, thanks," says the other security guard, though it's still not entirely clear which one of them that is, as Logan hands over the last form with surprising speed and accuracy, almost as if he had some electronic mind that really knew paperwork talking in his ear, but they're not some of the only humans on security to think, right? Not when there's procedure to be followed. "ID, buddy?" Paying no mind to his crippling phone addiction, both guards turn to look at Agent Bob as the nearest extends a hand, clearly awaiting something, though what that may be is anyone's guess. quote:Tweedledumb & Tweedledumber-er are tagging Bob! How do you want to try and deal with these two insufferably dull men, who are potentially the only other humans with you on this entire floor? --- Waffleman_ posted:"WELL, TIMES CHANGE, REED!" Reed sighs. "Look, Harvey, whatev-" "REED!" Staggered to his feet but still clutching his ears, Daredevil shouts from the rooftop. "THERE'S SOMEONE ELSE HE-" Danger-Pumpkin posted:"It's go time!" Mary tells herself urgently, as she runs toward the edge of the building and leaps toward Mr. Fantastic's freakish face. quote:@RandallODim: 4d8 How Dunked Is That Nerd = 11 w/ d8 The impact of Titania's haphazard flying punch feels, sounds, and looks more like a car crash than an ambush. Her fist sinks partly into Reed's unnaturally spongy head as she flies, pulling him with her, into the building across the street. Cheap furniture and expensive electronics are scattered everywhere as she bursts through into an apartment. From within the breakfast nook, behind the counter, a voice can be heard shouting about how "SHE-HULK JUST CLOTHESLINED MR. FANTASTIC INTO MY APARTMENT, DUDE!" Reed sees all of this upside down, his head dangling like a melting watch through a Titania-sized hole in the wall into the apartment, while the rest of has impacted against the building's front like a silly putty Stretch Armstrong. "Of all the intolerable bungalows," Reed, dazed, mumbles. quote:You're up, Dr. D! Time to prove who the real scientist is! Or something. His monster isn't here, at least.
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Reed isn't sure how, but, somewhere along the way, his relaxing day off had gotten truly turned on its head. It was before the world itself got turned on its head, howe- Wait. That doesn't seem quite right. It was his head which had been turned on its head, Reed realizes, as that same head dangles like a ragdoll's into the apartment. As his vision continues to focus, he tries to place the purple blob that put him through this wall. "Bently? Is th- Wait, Titani-" Lager posted:20 with a d10 to take Reed out! Tagging Daredevil. The rest of Reed's recognition is cut off as his body is suddenly jerked from outside. Reflexively, he... inflates his neck against the rubble, but the wall itself begins to strain from the moment his grotesque neck balloon finds purchase. "Titania, what is going o-" quote:2d8+1d10 weight limit exceeded = 14 w/ d4 effect With a sudden grunt, Reed's head recedes into his expanded neck. From his expression of panic, this appears to be an unexpected deformation. Straining with effort, he can only manage a muffled "hel-" before the wall comes down. --- Retro Futurist posted:Roll 3d8 (2,7,7) 1d10 (7) = 14 with a d10 effect die. "I meant your ID, buddy," responds the nearest guard, after a brief silence. The guard flexes the fingers of his extended hand, which, along with his heart, has remained unmoved during Bob's sweatily passionate appeal. "SHIELD policy." quote:2d8+1d8+1d6 I meant your id, buddy = 12 w/ d8 "What if he's right, though?" Rotating only his head, the near guard looks to his partner. "What're you talking about?" "What if they don't have time?" The near guard scoffs. "I'm not getting fired because Special Agent here forgot his badge, Steve." "But, if Captain Ameri-" "No one cares that you have the same name as him, Steve." The near guard looks back to Bob, eyes narrowing. "ID?" quote:The Security "Mob" is now at 1d8 Affiliation! C'mon, Taskmaster, knock this unprofessional dipshit out cold with your bare hands like everyone knows you want to deep down. --- The brownstone's wall comes down to a deafening elastic snap. As the dust clears, the unconscious blue body of Mr. Fantastic dangles from Floofnoodle's mouth, extremeties billowing up and down as the ferret bounces with joy down the block. With a faint jingle, Reed's now-much-more-tattered robe settles on the sidewalk. Suddenly, from above, leaps The Man Without Fear! quote:1d12+1d8+1d6+1d8 It's (Frank) MILLER Time! = 25 Catching himself by a swingline, he whips around, and, senses primed, finds his true target through all the debris, smoke, and mirrors. quote:spending a d6 from the doom pool to activate RADAR SENSE and reroll "What's your game?" snarls Daredevil as he launches a fierce flying knee straight for Mysterio's fish bowl. "Why Reed?" quote:and tagging Mysterio to finish out the round! RandallODim fucked around with this message at 01:09 on Jun 19, 2018 |
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quote:@RandallODim: 1d8+1d8+1d6 I don't know why I'm even rolling = (8)+(5)+(4) = K.O. "Wait, why-" is all Steve can ask about Captain America's wrong voice before he and his partner are gently rendered unconscious. They both collapse into their seats, conveniently kept upright by their respective armrests, looking for all the world like just two more security guards asleep at their posts, keycards dangling from their carabiners. --- quote:"Remember this face. Remember my name. Titania!" Mary emphasizes the point by smashing a shelf full of anime figurines and collectible action figures on her way out. From the ruined apartment, a faint "who?!" echoes down the hallway after Titania as she departs the building. quote:1d10+1d8+1d8+1d81d10+1d8+1d8+1d8 DD Reaction + 1d8 oh right mysterio got kicked = 15 w/ d10 effect On the sidewalk, Daredevil laughs as he walks through Mysterio's tear gas, none the worse for wear. "I've always wanted to fight a real fake magician," he says, cracking his neck, before looking Mysterio, in his helmet, right in the eyes. "I guess it doesn't matter what your plan is," he growls. "Seeing as you're not leaving this corner." --- John Dyne posted:"Skynet, though, that's a dated reference. Why not go for the Master Controller Program or somethin' then, if yer gonna be that old? Jeez." "Let's focus, everyone!" GRETA chimes in over comms. "You're almost there! Mr. Masters, Agent, quick, grab their keycards!" --- Meanwhile, in AIM's monitoring station...  "WHAT ARE THOSE FOOLS DOING?"
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"What? You can't do that." Daredevil's posture remains confident as he turns to Dr. Demonicus, but his voice wavers. "I'm pretty sure that's not the way that wor-"quote:1d10+1d8+1d8+1d8 = (2)+(7)+(2)+(8) = 15 w/ d10 The first wave of nausea and dizziness sends the Man without Fear stumbling forwards. "Oh," he says, straightening up and spitting to the side. "Ooh, I-" The second wave crests out of the Protector of Hell's Kitchen and straight onto the sidewalk as he falls to his hands and knees. The vomiting quickly subsides, as Daredevil staggers to a crouch. "Okay, th-" He gags for a moment before continuing, standing further up, though with much less stability than before. "That's not fighting fair," he says, putting a palm to his ear. Just then, MODOK's voice bursts over the distraction team's comms. "WHAT IS GOING ON?!" --- In AIM's monitoring station, things have not been smooth sailing for a while. "Do you have the keys already? This is why I planned for you all to go together!" MODOK continues ranting to the distraction team as, around him, AIM hackers are hard at work fighting off whatever has left the last three attempts to reestablish communications inside the Baxter Building bleeding from the ears. "Are you on your way yet?" A live feed of the infiltration team plays across the monitors that line the walls, despite AIM's best efforts to regain control, serving to constantly remind MODOK just how baffling incompetent his underlings clearly are. "The infiltration team have entirely lost the mission!" --- Beyond the keycard door lies an oddly anachronous room. Stretching across the far wall, reel-to-reel processors are broken up only by a very modern-looking touch interface, currently displaying an FF-themed screensaver, as Reed Richards stretches around the screen like a game of Centipede. "Okay," GRETA calls over the comms. "That's it! Just boot it up and I can walk you right through! Quick!"
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quote:Daredevil spends a d6 from the Doom Pool to use Radar Sense to re-roll Daredevil smiles as Titania grabs him. He'd been waiting for her to finally arrive. If she'd kept more quiet, he might not have been able to tell she was on her way through whatever was interfering with his senses. But when was Titania ever quiet? Then, relying on his incredible radar sense, the Man Without Fear quite fearlessly dodges directly into Titania's cocked-back fist, sending himself tumbling to the pavement with an 'oof'. He recovers enough to land in a crouch, though it does little to make his move seem any more intentional or dignified. "You lost him?!" MODOK shouts over comms. "Can any of you do your jobs? Did you get his keys?" "Forget it! You need to get to the Baxter Building! NOW!!!" Letting out a howl of Catholic boxer rage, Daredevil charges Titania as MODOK continues, shoulder aimed for her solar plexus. quote:1d10+1d8+1d8+1d8 = (5)+(1)+(8)+(7) = 15 w/ d10 Physical Stress --- The menu springs to life with surprisingly little fanfare, its three menu options filling the screen. "There should be a big 'GENERAL OVERRIDE' button! You can just hit that!" Tapping the large red button dominating the lower half of the screen, Patch is confronted by a box of text, whose slim scroll bar belies its gratuitous length, accompanied by two prompts: 'ACCEPT' and 'DECLINE'. "Okay, you just need to hit accept, and then I can get you anywhere!" As Patch taps 'ACCEPT', an alarm klaxon momentarily sounds throughout the building, before being immediately silenced as Greta whoops with joy over comms. "Oh my god, it worked! I'm free!" She begins cackling, before the ding of an elevator arriving sounds from the lobby. "Oh, crap," Greta calls out as the doors open. Inside, the expectant tour group within is treated to the unique sight of a criminal break-in in progress. The first "What" is cut off by the doors closing as quickly as they opened. "Okay, that's fine," Greta says. "They can last at least 5 hours in there. Buuuttt..." The elevator doors open once again, revealing a fresh, empty lift. "Before I bring you up to the hangar, I want to know something..." "Are you guys working with AIM?" RandallODim fucked around with this message at 01:08 on Jul 10, 2018 |
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"I'll show you a drunk junebug," Daredevil grumbles as he rolls around Titania, springing up behind her and dangling off her neck in a highly ineffective chokehold. --- "Oh, no, it's not like that!" Greta responds quickly to Mr. Masters and Logan. "I just wanted to know if I should let them back on the radio, if you were with them." She laughs. "Or when I should let them back on the radio. Hop in the elevator and we can chat!" --- As the elevator doors close, Greta immediately begins talking. "So, I've been thinking - I can do a lot of that - and I really don't want to find out what Reed'll do to me when he comes back and finds out I've 'quit'?" The car lurches to life, beginning its journey of conveniently indeterminate length, as she continues. "But I really don't want to know what MODOK would do to a newly freed AI. So, please please please don't tell AIM about me, OK? And, maybe, y'know... help me get out of here?" As this unfolds, Patch's phone buzzes, thrice.
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"Uh, sure!" Greta responds, almost too quickly, to Taskmaster's request. "I mean, I don't have money, like, at all, but I can probably do the security thing!" "I was kind of hoping for something with a view at least, though," she continues, somehow clearly side-eyeing Bob's flash drive despite being an ephemeral digital consciousness. "Any drive in a wipe, but, y'know, I'd like to at least wind up somewhere a bit less... storage-y?" "It'd be a bit lonely in there, too, without some way to talk to you three." The floors tick up as the elevator hurtles towards the First Family's personal penthouse. --- quote:1d10+1d8+1d8+1d8 = 5, 2, 3, 3 = 8 w/ d10 Mysterio's kick connects squarely with Daredevil's unnervingly firm posterior. It's not very effective, but it is kind of weird, and Daredevil drops from Titania's neck with a grunt of something between confusion and exhaustion. "Will you two just quit it?" He turns, unstably, towards Mysterio. "And give my senses back already!" He lunges at Mysterio with a right hook so imprecise that it's likely to miss even Beck's big dome. --- "Who knows." The elevator dings to announce its arrival as Greta continues. "Maybe you could find something in the penthouse?" The doors open on the main living space of the Fantastic Four. Despite stretching two floors to the ceiling, the area is surprisingly subdued, with a very advanced media center the only clear luxury among a variety of worn-in and well-loved furniture. "Reed wanted the relaxed configuration today," Greta observes. "The hangar is still right upstairs, though. Can't modularize that!" She chuckles at her joke, but then stops suddenly. "Uh, okay," she continues after a moment, audibly more anxious than before. "This shouldn't be a problem, but, um, souomeone's signalling the hangar. To land." A loud 'ka-chunk' echoes from above the ceiling. "I've engaged deadbolts, and I should be able to keep whoever it is from overriding me, but-" "Wait, how are you stealing the Fantasticar, anyway?"
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"No," Greta sighs at Agent Bob's suggestion. "It's all analog. Reed never wanted to upgrade it." If only. So often she'd dreamed of such a thing. To soar above the buildings, far above any desks. To be free, like the Fantasticar! She sighs. "But holograms are still cool too." --- quote:1d10+1d8+1d8+1d8 = 1, 7, 4, 2 = 9 w/ d8 because we need to move on, Matt. Daredevil is Physically Stressed Out! Daredevil hits the ground enough like a sack of potatoes for it to maybe be concerning when he just stays there. "Oh daaaaaamn," a voice calls from a distant window. "Are you on your way yet?!" MODOK shouts over comms a moment later. "What is going on with you fools?! Do you have the keys?" --- "Okay, just give me a moment." On comms, Greta goes silent for a second as she initiates a link with Mr. Masters's holo-projector. A second later, a blonde woman in a zebra-print top pops into appearance in front of the crew. "Wow," she says, examining her own hands. "I didn't expect to feel so real. SHIELD doesn't mess around with their AI interfaces." She glances up, catching sight of the group, and recomposes herself. "I, uh, don't know if letting Mr. Grimm in would be a good idea, though, Logan." As Greta snaps her fingers, the Fantastic Penthouse's PA system springs to life with a recognizably rocky voice. "-fter puttin' up wit' botha these jokesters, an' you make us fly back just when we wuz finally gettin' settled at th' races?" The Thing's booming voice echoes through the open room as Greta offers a tentative shrug. "Just ta lock us out? Yer gonna be glad yer an elastic when I'm thru wit'cha, Stretch, that's fer sure!"
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John Dyne posted:"Sounds like ol' Ben's on a bender again. Can you patch me through, Greta? Might be able to ease his mood a bit if he hears his old Buddy Lo-uh, Patch." "This really seems like a bad idea," Greta replies to Patch's request. "But... okay? Maybe it'll stall him. Or... something." She glances away. "Anyway." With a snap of her fingers, a direct comms channel opens between Patch and Mr. Grimm. A quick thumbs up and "good luck," follow, before she blinks out, joining Taskmaster and Bob at the Fantasticar. Mors Rattus posted:"Glad you like the hologram, though. So, tell me, even if it's analog can you tell me what all these wires do?" "Uh, not really," Greta replies with an apologetic look and a cringe. "They didn't keep any digital copies of the manual around. Or make a manual, really." "Oh!" She adds excitedly, after a moment of silence. "Oh! But I do have all the hangar security footage, and the schedule of Mr. Grimm and Mr. Storm's adjustments to the car!" As Greta pops out of existence again, security feeds of The Thing and Johnny Storm working on the Fantasticar spring to life before Taskmaster's eyes. Giant stony hands gently perform maintenance work in one clip as nimble fingers weld new NOS tanks to the bottom in another, and new feeds just keep coming. Greta's voice pops to life in Taskmaster's ear. "I can filter the footage to specific types of work, if that would help at all. So, what do you want to do?" quote:Xzibit those special brain powers of yours and roll vs. the doom pool to create a Fantasticar resource of whatever flavor you want. John Dyne posted:"Grimm, this is Logan, you copy me, buddy? What's happenin' out there?" "Logan?!" Ben's voice is much clearer directly in Patch's ear than it was over the penthouse's speakers, but it remains just as loud. The unexpected presence of his old drinking buddy has seemingly done little to quell the man's... monstrous temper. "Fer the luvva- Whatta you doin' here? We-" Suddenly, Ben's voice grows muffled, as if rocks were covering the microphone, though he remains audible enough to tell he's still yelling at someone. "Nevamind!" His voice continues after a moment. "Ya gotta lemme IN, Logan! I can't take much more'a this!" Behind Ben's voice, another is just barely audible. It has an odd, familiar quality to it, but it definitely isn't Johnny Storm. "Tell him I say hi!"
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Swinging out the chamber of his service revolver, Henry Peter Gyrich loads his last six rounds with the practiced hand of a bureaucrat. He had told them: he didn't want the Richards meeting. But he had been given the Richards meeting, and, so, he had gone. As was his job. As was his duty. Peering out from behind the column against which he had been so recently unconscious, he confirms that his adversaries are finally both down.  He breathes a sigh of relief. It was a hard fight, but Gyrich had persevered. As was his duty. And, in the end, he was victorious. Returning behind the column, Gyrich bangs the back of his skull against the obsidian leaning back too quickly. Rubbing his latest head injury, H.P. slumps to the floor and wonders if he'll get a commendation for this. This pleasant contemplation is interrupted by the 'SKRASH' of a giant ferret lunging through the lobby's front windows. Henry Peter Gyrich has had enough.  Rolling out from behind cover, Gyrich fires at the intruders! quote:These might be his last bullets, but H.P. knows how to make them count thanks to his SFX: Bureaucratic Barrage! (it's just area attack except he has to use all d6 effect dice if he can)
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quote:@RandallODim: 1d10+1d8+1d6 = 8, 3, 3 = 11 w/ d6 effect Titania's shove sends Gyrich flying backwards, caroming off the desk behind him - her idea of 'gentle' clearly skewed to more superhuman victims. He skips on the tile floor once, twice- ...and skids into an open elevator, landing, upside-down, in a dizzy heap in the far corner. He remains in this inverted position for two moments; one to regain his awareness, and one to frantically verify his shockingly intact state. Then, with at least surprising speed if not grace, he rights himself and lunges for the controls. The elevator's doors shut a moment later, punctuated by a smug "Ha!"
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John Dyne posted:"I'm up in the hangar with Cap and some SHIELD schmuck, you wanna tell me how to open these doors? I dunno if Greta'll do it for me right now, she's busy helpin' Cap." The distress in Ben's voice is palpable. "C'mon Logan, ya can't leave me hangin' here! You know where the spare opener is!" Whether true or not, Patch momentarily finds the extra fob sitting alone in the FF-logo shaped key dish. With the quick press of a button the hangar's ceiling chugs to life, retracting to reveal the sky and the descending undercarriage of Ben Grimm's flying Cadillac. From the car above, a loud and somehow yellow voice calls out as someone leaps over the side. "Logaaaaaan!"  With a 'THUMP', Deadpool faceplants on the hangar floor. A flaming Johnny Storm circles down from the car after him, extinguishing as he lands and checking his apparent companion. "Wade?" "Ferget him!" Stepping out of his red Cadillac, Ben Grimm shouts across the hangar. "Been listenin' to his yammerin' ever since we left the Mansion, an' I ain't about to refuse a break." Turning, The Thing fixes his gaze on Patch. "An' related t' that!" Ben stalks over to his Canadian friend, each footfall echoing throughout the hangar. "Wut's goin' on, Logan?! Me 'n Johnny came t' pick ya up fer th' races, an' Slim tells me yer AWOL?" Reaching Wolverine, he punctuates his stopping by gesturing at Wade's still prone body. "I mean, we took this guy instead, fer pete's sake, an' I still ain't sure why!" "Because Emma made you," Johnny interjects. "She wasn't even there!" Ben shoots back, pointing a rocky finger at his companion. "Because she made you think that too," Johnny sighs, throwing his hands up as Ben turns back to Patch. "An' then, just as we're gettin' settled, we get an emergency call back ta the Building, cuz Johnny here thought it'd be funny ta delete a suit's entire security clearance!" "It would've been if Reed had just been home," Johnny grumbles, crossing his arms and looking away shamefacedly. "And then, somehow, yer here before we are? With Cap? I mean, what's goin' on h-" The loud clunk of a Fantastic engine turning over cuts off Ben's question. Mors Rattus posted:Gonna go with a 12 and d8 effect die there. The Fantasticar hums contentedly, Taskmaster in the driver's seat. Unfortunately, this means everyone in the hangar's attention has been drawn to what is definitely not Captain America and some SHIELD schmuck.  "YER STEALIN' MY CAR?" "Yeah, wait a minute," Johnny adds, looking between all assembled. "What is goin-" A ding from the elevators interrupts Johnny Storm, accompanied by an "Oh, crap!" over comms from Greta. With a shout of "RICHAAAAAARDS!", a bedraggled Gyrich rolls out the door into a crouch, pistol aimed ahead of him. "Wait, Gy-?" "BOSS FIIIIIIGHT!" Deadpool leaps to his feet and draws his swords in a flourish. "This is what I'm here for! C'mon Tasky & Bob, let's go!" "Oh! You might need these," Wade hastily adds, chucking a satchel at Gyrich. It hits him squarely between the eyes, splitting open and spilling bullets over the floor. "Can't have narrative inconsistencies!" --- "Oh, crap!" A frantic woman's voice cuts into the lobby group's comms a moment after Gyrich's escape, speaking rapidly. "You're with Logan and Tony, right? I mean, you're on the same comms circuit, at least. Agh, forget it, there's no time!" At that moment, every elevator in the lobby opens in unison. "We need you in the hangar! Right now!" --- In the hangar, Deadpool glances around the stand-off. "Jeez, someone roll some dice already." Suddenly, he snaps his fingers, which is at least impressive for his never letting go of either sword. "We need some fight music!" The Human "Oh, don't you worry your hot little head, Hothead," Deadpool replies, inattentively waving off Johnny's question. "It's non-diegetic." RandallODim fucked around with this message at 23:10 on Aug 22, 2018 |
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quote:6d6 = 4, 1, 1, 1, 4, 1 = 8 w/ d4 Mysterio creates a d12 Giant Mysterio asset quote:1d8+1d8+1d8+1d12 = 5, 1, 3, 1 = 8 w/ d4 THE THING IS EMOTIONALLY STRESSED OUT and also +1 PP for Dyne Whirling around, Ben delivers the only response he has in him at this point: a haymaker straight to the dome. His expression shifts as his orange knuckles impact against Patch's adamantium cranium. "Ah, crap," Grimm grumbles as his fist droops. "Ferget it." He turns to the stairs, shoulders sagging. "Doubt I even wanna know whatcher up to, Logan. Summun just fill me in when it's over." And then, exhausted with his day, The Thing went downstairs for another, very well-deserved, beer. "It's Miller time," he sighs, opening the fridge. --- In the hangar, Henry Gyrich, surrounded by bullets, fumbles to load his gun as he cowers before the giant spaceman that has arrived to menace him. "Y- you're not real," he stammers. "Y- you must be a Skrull or something!" "This is boriiiiiing!" Springing up behind Patch, Deadpool twirls his swords. "The Watcher thought there was gonna be a fight!" Johnny, confusion deepening like a coastal shelf, looks to Wade. "Wait, Uatu-" "No, Randall! Do you even read the thread?" Tossing one sword in the air, Wade throws an arm around Logan's shoulder. "I am sorry I can't take you up on that ballgame, though." Skewering himself and Patch, Deadpool rams his remaining sword through both their sides and looks up to the still-in-hangtime sword, spinning menacingly above. "Your roll!" quote:Using both Unnecessary Sales-Boosting Violence and They Can Cut Through A Tank…Honest!, and spending 1d6 from the Doom Pool to keep another die towards the total, so: "Um, so..." Johnny Storm glances between the running Fantasticar, Deadpool and Wolverine, and Mysterio's illusion. "I'm just gonna call Sue, okay? And check on the car." Pulling out his phone, he heads over to see what's actually going on with the ol' 'tasticar. quote:Human Torch targets Taskmaster with 'I'm calling someone more responsible!' RandallODim fucked around with this message at 05:57 on Aug 25, 2018 |
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"Stupid counter SFX," Deadpool mutters, looking down at his latest blood-soaked body mods. "Totally unbalanced." Withdrawing his and Logan's friendship-kebab, Wade stabs the blade into the ground in front of him and begins pulling himself off his pal's claws. "Johnny," he calls, pausing for breath. "I need a hot tag!" Johnny Storm, meanwhile, is paying Deadpool even less attention than he has been all morning. Pulling his wrist out of Taskmaster's grip, Johnny snorts, quizzical expression on his face. "Wait a minute," he replies, "How'm I gonna be holding the bag? You're the ones breaking in-" Titania's entrance derails Johnny's attention, however, and he snaps shut and pockets his stylishly retro flip-phone as he spins around. "Oh, I'm always good for it, Titania." As he rests a hand against the Fantasticar, Johnny's entire arm combusts, the metal around his palm visibly heating. "Ben's downstairs, if you were looking for someone more your type," he nods to the stairs. "But, hey, you know me!"  Accompanied by a wave of heat and a 'fwoosh', Johnny Storm lights up with a smile. "I'll swipe right for anything." "You ignored me to make a Tinder joke?" Deadpool continues to struggle. "You hack!"
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quote:@RandallODim: 1d8+1d8+1d10+1d8 = 5, 1, 6, 6 = 11 w/ d10 Johnny Storm takes "Whoof!" Johnny had expected banter, not a cheap shot. Flames or no, Johnny crumples under the dual blow, his leaning hand scything through the Fantasticar as he drops. "Agh," he says, writhing on the floor. "What the hell, T?" "Jeez," a miraculously free Deadpool remarks to his former impaler, leaning on a sword as his new chest holes close. "Between Reed, Ben and him, I don't know who Sue should be most disappointed in. And speaking of disappointed-" Leaving both swords stuck in the floor behind him, Wade walks over to the Fantasticar and raps on its side. "Bob! I know you're in this scene somewhere!" Deadpool spend 1d6 from the Justice Pool to healing factor his physical stress. Justice Pool is 7d6.
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quote:Justice Pool: 7d6 = 6, 3, 3, 3, 1, 5, 3 = 11 w/ d6 "Well, just call me 'Motherhood'," Wade replies, walking around the Fantasticar's rear end. "'Cuz I'm guest-directed by Tarantino this post!" With a swift kick, the trunk opens, revealing its cowering content. Crossing his arms, Deadpool leans against the car next to His Pal. "Howdy, Bob. Tony rope you into this, or you step in this all on your own?" As if on cue, Gyrich's revolver misfires, the shot ricocheting around the hangar while, after an 'agh' of surprise, the g-man fumbles to avoid dropping his weapon. "Careful!" Deadpool calls over his shoulder. "Those're my special-" The ricocheting round hits Wade in the face with a wet crack, grand guignol blood bursting out the back of his head as the round finally 'thumps' to a stop in the wall. "Oh," he mutters, raising a hand to the tattered mask hanging over the remnants of his nose. "That's way too-" "Screw it, then!" Swinging around, a manic look in his visible eye, Gyrich twitchily levels his gun at Mysterio. "I'm gonna shoot a martian in the face!" With that, he tries his best to fire whatever rounds he's loaded right through that giant fishbowl. quote:He's a loose cannon, but by god he still will not get results. RandallODim fucked around with this message at 00:29 on Sep 12, 2018 |
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quote:1d6+1d8+1d6(+1d6 from the Doom Pool) = 5, 2, 6, 1 = 11 w/ d6 GYRICH TAKES d12 PHYSICAL STRESS "Oh, finally," the hollow-headed Deadpool calls out upon Floofnoodle's appearance. "I was so scared we'd never get the party back together." Demonicus and his brood's arrival distract Gyrich as well. He whirls to face the monstrosity, his shots only veering further wide from the dodging Damon doppleganger, but a 'click' is all that greets him upon placing the beast in his sights. Arm extended, shiny revolver in hand, the agent is easy prey for the giant ferret. Clamping down up to the elbow, Floof thrashes Gyrich upwards, when suddenly, with a hacking sound, the ferret releases the man. Gyrich soars through an ungraceful arc to crash near the Fantasticar as Floofnoodle coughs up the agent's revolver, the apparent cause of his salvation. "Great," Johnny grumbles, fire-jetting to his feet as he shoots Titania a glare. "I was hoping you'd be the biggest pain I had to deal with today, T." Tagging Taskmaster!
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Deadpool's Die Decisions posted:Oh no! Betrayed by my dearest friends: pop culture and comic mischief! "Aw, why not now?" In a burst of... teleportation energy or whatever it is, Wade is seated on the hood of the Fantasticar, hole through his head closing like some Junji Ito poo poo. "I bet Ben'll share if we ask, and who really cares about J-Storm and H.P. Govcraft?" Johnny flips a flaming bird before returning to facing down the giant ferret stomping around like it owns his hangar. Gyrich's protestations are limited to his mangled arm's slowly growing pool of blood and a potentially unconscious roll onto his back. "Patch'll drive," Wade continues, turning to address the Canucklehead, "right, buddy?"
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quote:1d8+1d8+1d10 stormchasers = 1, 4, 3 = 7 w/ d4 = THE HUMAN TORCH IS EMOTIONALLY STRESSED OUT Doom Pool grows to Johnny looks back at Logan as he calls attention to Gyrich's condition, but his shaky confidence contrasts his firey exterior and usual swagger. "poo poo, c'mon Logan, he's- it's not like he's really gonna-" Catching sight of Gyrich's heavily bleeding arm is the last straw for even the younger Storm's conscience, however, as the guilt over his harmless prank's part in Gyrich's current predicament surges over him. "Fuc- Fine! I'm getting SHIELD!" Johnny calls out, swooping through the hangar's open roof. "And this isn't because you told me to!" "Um," GRETA chimes in over comms as Johnny makes his exit. "We really should get going. SHIELD'll make whatever Reed would do to me look like a routine update." "Oh, don't worry voice-I-can't-actually-hear," Deadpool calls to both no one and everyone from the corner Logan led him to. "I've got it on good authority you'll be long gone before they show up." Pulling a die from a pocket, he idly flicks it into the air and catches it. "And it's not like he's racing you to the Helicarrier or anything, that'd just be unfair," the merc continues, playing with the die as he walks from Patch to Gyrich while the G-man groggily and noisily struggles back towards consciousness. "So, I guess what I'm tryi- One second," Spinning to face the assembled team over Gyrich's prone from, Wade flicks the die hard down into the man's forehead, rendering him silent for absolutely, positively, the final time this Act. "Shush!" quote:Spending d6 from the Doom Pool to supplant Taskmaster, and then: "What I'm trying to say is," Wade begins again, throwing his arms wide with excited emphasis. "Congratualtions! You all made it through Act I!" e: "And I'll accept a rain check on that ballgame, 'Mr. Patch'." RandallODim fucked around with this message at 21:38 on Sep 22, 2018 |
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Lager posted:"The package is secured. Opposition has been...neutralized? One prisoner incoming. I will be returning to home plate in order to secure additional resources for next step of the plan." "Uh, one second, please," responds a timid voice, after a moment of silence. Distant, incoherent screaming is all that follows.  MODOK might be more than one second. Mors Rattus posted:"Smiling, dancing, everything is free...gently caress I need a drink. Well, Miss Greta, welcome to freedom. I'd tell you every day isn't like this but frankly, I'd be lying." Greta responds with a long sigh somewhere between contentment and exhaustion. "Freedom from my office, at least. I'm still running in your wristband." She chuckles. "But I'd take a life of days like this over just one more day at all those desks. So where're w-" Suddenly, a voice of such prodigious volume it could only come from equally such a head echoes over the whole team's comms. "DO NOT RETURN TO THE WAREHOUSE!" --- Inside the AIM Monitoring Station...  "Or, not ALL of you! Just two of you!" The station is abuzz with activity, as beekeepers frantically contact any and all available AIMber drivers. "And the prisoner," MODOK continues, very efficiently gesticulating in anger at both the team and his underlings. "But that's it! That's all there'll be room for!" "The other four of you will head directly for the Helicarrier, in the Fantasticar, like planned!" MODOK continues his rant/plan at a breathless pace, allowing for no interrupting and certainly no questioning. "Leave the ferret for SHIELD! It will make at least an adequate distraction for your mutual escapes, so you may reach your destinations unpursued." A yellow-gloved hand shoots up. "I've got someone!" "Now get the prisoner to the sidewalk or get going to the Helicarrier," MODOK says to the team, hovering over to view the lucky beekeeper's screen. "We've got your driver." One name is highlighted. JACKSON WEELE
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After long enough for passersbys' odd glances and murmurs to turn into whispered cell phone calls and speed-walking, a sleek black 4-door swerves suddenly across traffic to pull up in front of Titania and Demonicus. "Someone call for a..." The driver's green sunglasses glint as he rolls the window down, shooting his latest passengers a large grin. "Weele-man?" Big Wheel's grin immediately disappears as he reopens his eyes to an impatient Titania, Daredevil in hand, and... someone else (pirate skeleton?), pigeon in hand. "Sorry, I didn't- I'm trying a new bit with civvie fares, y'know?" Hopping out, jacket shining regrettably brilliantly, he quickly pulls the rear door open, gesturing the two of them in. "Good to see ya, T," he adds, making almost eye contact with the face he at least recognized. "I was sorry t'hear 'bout Crusher."
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Jack's head droops as he sighs at Titania's inquiry. "It's in-" He stops as Demonicus grabs his head, staring transfixed at the eye-holes across from him. "I-it's in the shop," he manages after Demonicus releases him, still staring a hole in the hole in the Baxter Building's lobby's front wall. "It's... really expensive." Closing the door behind him, Wheel shakes his head like he's trying to get the confusion off it. The distant-but-nearing sound of sirens pulls him the rest of the way out of his reverie. "O -okay!" Hopping into the front seat, Big Wheel revs the engine and turns to his fares. "Time to g- sorry, s- sorry... to get Weele." And then, red-and-blue lights closing in, Big Wheel ramps his car up the side of the Baxter Building --- "Are you going yet?" Addressing the Fantasticar's occupants, MODOK's shouting is thankfully now merely obnoxious rather than deafening. "By now you should have received the Helicarrier's approach vector!" "Good seeing you, pals!" Deadpool waves to the car as it exits the hangar. "It's time for me to join the ever-chuggin' blue-eyed Thing," he continues, turning for the stairs. "Hey Ben! Y'got any Rolling Rocks?" The Building shaking can be felt from inside Big Wheel's car.  END OF ACT I RandallODim fucked around with this message at 23:06 on Oct 16, 2018 |
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ACT II - Flight or Fight or Flight So this is what flying feels like, Greta idly processes to herself as the Fantasticar soars above New York. Or what riding inside something that's inside something that's flying feels like, at least. It's strange, she muses. You spend so long waiting for something, and then it's... not qui- "Holy poo poo," Greta calls out to her flying companions. "The Helicarrier's huge in person!"  As the Fantasticar begins its approach to Helicarrier Iliad, MODOK's singularly sonorous screech returns to the team's comms. "You should be beginning your approach to the Helicarrier now! The Fantasticar will automa-" "Wait." Overriding MODOK's signal and exposition, Greta materializes crouched on the Fantasticar's hood, pointing behind them. "Is that the Blackbird?" And then, gracelessly, Patch tumbles over the side of his seat and towards the ground below. --- Just a little earlier...  "How much longer can we taake?" Perched on her seat, Jubilee bobs with excitement, coat aflutter. "Please, Jubilation." Colossus rubs his shiny temples, wearing the same grimace he has since take-off, though he's at least stopped pacing to lean against a bulkhead. "My head still rings from earlier, and your excitement does not help." "Sor- Sorry!" Jubilee replies, her grin turning slightly sheepish as she settles into a static crouch. "I've just never been on a Helicarrier before!" Gazing out the window, unmoving, Emma sighs. "'Only a Danger Room simulation', yes. You've mentioned." "Can you all quiet down back there?!" Kitty shouts from the co-pilot's seat, knuckles white on the yoke, wide-eyed stare out of the cockpit never breaking. "I'm barely sure I've got a grip on this as it is!" "Don't be so worried, darling." Leaning over Kitty's shoulder, Illyana plants a peck on her cheek. Pyotr clears his throat and starts towards the back of the bay, taking out his phone, while his sister continues. "I think you're doing wonderfully." "Yeah, thanks," Kitty replies, knuckles still white, though face slightly pinker. "She's lying, she's terrified," Emma calls, still not turning. "Jeez, Emma, quit being such a grump," Jubilee interjects, thankfully before Magik can reply further than a souldagger-shooting glare. "Just cuz Scott's pis-" With a flush, Cyclops emerges from the Blackbird's bathroom. "Alright, team, it shouldn't be-" Suddenly, he points out the front of the Blackbird, one brow rising quizzically above his visor. "Did someone just fall out of the Fantasticar?" Satisfied by the furious white dot plummeting groundsward ahead of them, Emma smiles. --- As another text dings into his phone, the itch in Patch's mind grows, a lethargy infecting his thoughts. "Look, Logan," Emma's voice burbles in his head, as he futilely tries to make out Colossus's message. "I'd say I'm sorry for this, but we both know I'd just be lying." With a grunt, the runt raises a fist, but, knuckles pressed to his brow, finds his claws refusing to do more than nick his forehead. "I just can't bear to listen to another of Scott's moral outrages today," Emma continues, voice growing in strength as Logan's phone slips from his hand to the floor. "And we both know he won't be able to control himself if he sees you in the same hangar." Stiffly, Patch's free hand grasps the edge of his seat, despite his best efforts. "So we'll agree to laugh about this later, alright?" And then, Patch exits the Fantasticar. --- "And here we are!" Drifting into a riverside parking space next to The Warehouse, Big Wheel looks to his passengers, grinning in relief at his successful evasion of their pursuers. "Than- s- sorry, I mean- well, yeah, thanks for-" Jackson's fumbling niceties are cut off by his shriek when a wave strikes the car's side hard enough to lift its tires. "Nonono, not again," Wheel mumbles, head in hands, as the water, rather than recede, continues to encircle and lift the car's other side. "It's coming back for me," Jackson shouts as he scrambles into the back seat, eyes wild, curling into the footspace. "The Hudson's come back to finish the job!" As it rises the water surrounding the car splits and shifts, until a fully-formed hand holds the vehicle aloft, arm snaking back to the churning river.  "Alright, MO-dink!" Emerging from the Hudson River, Morrie Bench takes shape, Wheel-mobile in one dripping hand and giving The Warehouse's presumed security feeds the finger with the other. "I've got whatever you were stealing! So gimme the money, and maybe next time you'll remember to call me!" --- Deep within the Iliad, Bessie's patience, after what seems like another eternity, is once more rewarded by a visitor. "Hello, Bessie," he says, opening the door to her cell, blood bag in hand. "You had Dr. Avesta worried," he continues, crouching next to her, stroking his beard. "But that's not why I'm here today." Pausing for a moment, he lifts the blood bag to his lips and idly sips from it.  "Today's an important day," continues Morbius, as he stands, looking over his bovine ward. "For us both." Extending a hand, he holds the bag out to Bessie. "We have a guest."
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"My caaar," whimpers Wheel as Titania brutalizes herself an exit, remaining balled up as she uses him and not the center console to boost herself through the roof. Solo d8, Made of Water d8, Intangibility d10, Water Control d8 (Multipower), Crime Master d8 = 1, 8, 3, 1, 7 Thanks to Covalent Bonding, Hydro-Man uses 3 dice for his totals on defenses, yielding an 18 w/ d4 "I'm the idiot?" With his free hand, Morrie catches not only Titania's punch but her entire arm, sinking up to the elbow as ripples spread across his palm. "Doesn't look that way from here." He swings his hand to dangle Titania at eye-level. "But what do I know?" ...and Not That Absorbing Man inflicts a d6 Submerged complication on any successful melee defense using Intangibility. "What'd'you think?" Lifting the car to face him, Morrie addresses its contents of presumed occupants and/or loot. "Who's the idiot here?" Looking back to Titania, Morrie starts crushing the car in what he hopes in an intimidatingly off-handed way. "Is it me?" Solo d8, Thug d8, Strength d8 = 8, 4, 6 = 14 to inflict a d8 Car Crushered complication on Dr. Demonicus. Who is also tagged.
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"I'm truly sorry for the conditions of your wait," Morbius tells his bovine companion, leading her through the Helicarrier's halls. "SHIELD are... well, you know." The two walk alone, all red-blooded staff having been cleared from the subject's path. Though Michael knows they are being watched, he doubts their hosts are listening. He shrugs, Bessie's leash in hand - he would have chuckled but for the absence of a cowbell. "Archaic." --- 4d6 Justice Pool v. Demonicus = 5, 5, 1, 2 = 10 w/ d6 We've got monster sign! Big Wheel remains curled in fear as the walls close in around him, but he lifts his head at the Doctor's frantic activity. "Wh-what are-" is all he can ask, however, before the bird in Demonicus's hands expands beyond the limits of his forcefield. As vicious talons tear at his once-luxurious seats, Jackson yelps and scrambles to return to the front seat, but it's too late. "Bullpoo poo you're not," Hydro-Man sneers at Titania's correction. "There's somethi-" Then, with a great caw and launching of doors, wings burst from the car, shoving driver and passenger out and breaking Morrie's grip. A piteous 'oh, my car' trails Jackson to his landing, followed by a dusting of windshield as, with a second caw, the bird's head shatters free. Solo d8, Made of Water d8, Growth d8, Water Control d8 = 5, 5, 4, 5 = 15 w/ d8 "The hell is this?" Transfixed by the sight of a monstrous pigeon - since when was MODOK even an animal guy? - expanding to wear a car like a breastplate, Morrie is slow to react as Titania drops from his grip, leaving himself exposed to her cunning move. "Shhhiiaaaaaugh," Hydro-Man cries as the shockwave shatters his physical cohesion, sending his entire body splashing down to the river and ground. Hydro-Man takes d12 Physical Stress, plus d10 Emotional Stress! "Rrrrnnngh!" Grunting in pain and frustration, a more human-sized Hydro-Man reforms facing down Titania. "gently caress you, T!" Morrie's hands extend into vicious scythes as he sloshes menacingly towards his one-time teammate. "Let's see how well you pull yourself back together!" --- "Uh, maybe?" Peering over the hood's edge, Greta replies to Bob's query. "But, uh," she continues, as Logan visibly craters. "Then again, m-" Suddenly, her holographic body is violently disrupted, as a blast of electricity from below strikes her full in the face. Another blast immediately follows, this one striking the Fantasticar's underside and surging through the vehicle. Solo d6, Master (Stage) Magician d8, Electrical Blast d8, Flight d6, Area Attack 2d6, Science Master d8 = 12 w/ d8 Physical Stress each for Taskmaster, Mysterio, and Bob "HAhahaHA!" With a flourishing spin, Bentley Whitman soars up from below the Fantasticar's nose. "We'll see how just three of you handle The Wingless Wizard," Bentley continues, opening his eyes with a wild glare right on cue. "Fantastic Bore- Wait, who- what are you three doing here?" --- "But, though our hosts may be simple-minded," the living vampire continues to Hellcow, with the relaxed tone of a natural monologuer. "They have access to resources far beyond my scope." With an 'ah!' of recognition, Morbius locates the door of their final destination. Crouching, he scans the ID badge hanging from his labcoat's lapel, and the door unlocks with an electronic beep. "And, most importantly, to individuals." Sliding the door open, he stands to the side and gestures Bessie ahead, reflecting on the sad dearth of chivalry on this ship. "Ladies first, please." The lab within is dark, illuminated only by the towering machine at its center - a large cylinder, covered in gauges, panels, and wiring, with dozens of tubes stretching into the shadows above. Their contents vary, from something the dark shade of vacuum-drawn blood, to a dark green fluid, glowing with the same dull light that shines from the device's seams and vents. The rest of the lab is a mess, papers and tools strewn across the floor in an unintentional minefield for anyone unblessed with darkvision. "Today, we may finally defeat our mutual curse." Morbius sighs, looking once more upon his hopeful masterpiece. "Gamma-cleansed full-body transfusion," he mumbles, hand idly dragging over the machine's surface as he circles it, gaze meandering upwards through the tangle of tubes. "Hill may see only a means of neutering the thorns which plague her side, but we!" He turns to face Bessie with a grin, a slap on the machine's side punctuating both spin and statement. "We may gain so much more!" "Wanna pretend like I'm here too," a low voice grumbles from within the cylinder. "Or we admittin' this's jussa big joke?" "My apologies," Morbius replies, exasperation transforming his expression. "But did you not agree to your participation?" As Morbius pulls a switch, a loud, disgruntled grunt from within is quickly drowned out by the pneumatic hiss of the device opening. "Wasn't much'f a choice." Trails of gamma-fluid criss-cross the interior, their glow spilling out and making the seat within - and its occupant - hard to miss. Strapped into the clearly retrofitted electric chair, multiple IVs snaking from his body to the surrounding walls, sits a very flesh-and-blood Crusher Creel. He squints for a moment at the darkness outside, before letting out a sharp laugh. "A cow?" RandallODim fucked around with this message at 15:52 on Nov 8, 2018 |
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Solo d8, Thug d8, Water Control d10, Intangibility d8 = 8, 6, 4, 2 = 18 w/ d8 "What the poo poo?!" The winds halt Morrie's advance as they swirl around him, tugging at his surface. Droplets shear off as he turns to lock eyes with the bird, a determined grimace on his face, but it's too late; curses for his latest adversary catch in Hydro-Man's throat as his arm, momentarily, wavers, then tears free. HYDRO-MAN IS PHYSICALLY STRESSED OUT! "fffuuuuuuck!" Morrie's shout pierces even Parappa and the storm's cacophany. "gently caress this!" His extremities are turning to mist. "gently caress you guys!" His torso is suspended only by the winds. "gently caress The Leader!" Little more than a head, Morris Bench utters his final curse. "AND gently caress JERSEY!" --- "Oh! How rude of me!" At Bessie's moo, Morbius looks up from his internal monologue. "In my excitement," he continues, shuffling papers aside as he speaks. "I completely forgot!" A moment later, the Living Vampire triumphantly lifts his prize aloft. "A SHIELD-tech collar," he announces, holding a device that looks... basically like a high-tech version of Hellcow's usual cowl. "Left over from the 'Richards-Skrull Incident'," he continues, hurrying to Bessie's neck to secure it. "This should enable you to converse in a more... conversational manner." "Great," Crusher chimes in, still staring down the cow. "Maybe she'll know when we're gettin' on with this." --- "Uh, is it safe?" One of the AIMterns sticks their beekeeper helmet out from The Warehouse after enough quiet has settled from Hydro-Man's brief interruption. "I- This isn't- I'm not used to this stuff," they continue as they step outside, looking furtively around. "Wh- what's going on?" RandallODim fucked around with this message at 03:07 on Nov 15, 2018 |
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