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PP: 3, Stress: 0, XP: 8 @Fuzz: 1d8 + 1d8 +1d10 + 1d10 Dodge dat laser! (Duo + Fatale + Reflexes + Combat Master) = (4)+(4)+(10)+(1) = 19 @Fuzz: 1d8 + 1d8 +1d10 + 1d10 Dodge dat laser! (Duo + Fatale + Reflexes + Combat Master) SECOND CHANCE = (5)+(6)+(2)+(6) = 19 Going with the first roll and spending another PP to add a third die, making it a success, and adding a third and final PP (Emptying me out) to activate DOMINO EFFECT to turn the damage back at the Ronin. She arches her brows as Miss Fury goes to town, rending armor plating with her bare hands as the reinforced plates clamp down. "Color me impressed. You thinking what I am?" she gestures toward the shoulder joint, "I'm gonna go get in his face." She moves to swing around to the Ronin's left cheek, glancing down at the battlefield first just in time to see the fist come up. "Son of a..." she stops short. Funny thing about fancy computer targeting systems: they often will try to lead a target. In this case, as luck would have it, it did just that, the beam meant for Bullseye instead flying to her left, where she would have been. Other problem with computer systems: when the user says fire, they fire, even when the shot will hit them in their own face. The laser slams into the left side of the Ronin's head, drilling through the armor plating as Bullseye hunches back away from the blast, turning to Miss Fury, "... OR MAYBE WE CAN JUST GO IN THAT WAY," she shouts over the screech of shredding armor, jerking a thumb back towards the smoking face. Fuzz fucked around with this message at 17:53 on Oct 17, 2018 |
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 After firing her boxing glove arrow, Bullseye had quickly pirouetted in the air to snatch back onto the front of Goblin's glider. She looked down between her feet, watching Miss Fury have her way with Kilgrave, a smile crossing her lips as she dangled several stories above the ground. She looks up, with a grin. "So... guess that's mission accomplished. Mind helping me up?" After clambering back aboard the glider proper, she dusts herself off and starts smoothing out her fauxhawk back into her usual look, "so what happens now? Think we get to go home?"
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 She frowns at the bridge as the Talus' transporter effect wears off, the nausea subsiding. Hook, huh? She looked at the group, stopping short when she saw the white haired man... he looked familiar... like someone who had been in the program with her... huh. She arched a brow at Slapstick's predicament, then shrugged. The toon chick would pull herself together. Or not. Who knew. As everyone heads for the sickbay, she hangs back, leaning on a convenient railing to take in the view of the stars. She doesn't look away as she addresses the white-haired man on the bridge with her. "So, do they call you Magnus on your world, too?"
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 Her eyes narrow slightly at that. No one had called her Neena in... a long time. "It's Neena Barton, now, and where I come from they call me Bullseye," she gestures to the red crosshair mark imprinted over her dark eyepatch as she finally turns to look at him. "So did your Tallus send you to find us, or are we all crossing paths for some other reason?"
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 She keeps her expression cool as she turns and leans back on the railing with her elbows while surveying the bridge, crossing one for over another. Despite the casual appearance, she kept an innocuously close eye on Max's body language and facial expression. "So then what happens to the world we were supposed to go to, I wonder... You guys are on this fancy ship, we just have a disco armband... it kinda sucks. Jumping worlds in a spaceship seems like the better deal. You guys got a mess hall?" She kept her tone bored and casual despite her question being indirectly pointed... something felt off about these 'Exiles', and the fact that they interfered didn't sit well with her.
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 "I see," she replies, turning back to face their heading. She figured the rest of the team would get the skinny on what's going on and fill her in. This Magneto was about as talkative as the one from her world... well, before he was used as Fury's scapegoat assassin of Tony Stark. "So where are we heading now, then? Is there some sort of base that your rebellion works out of, or is this it?"
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 Bullseye had left Magneto to his work on the Fridge and made her way back to the mess hall to rejoin the others. Before: "Something about this all feels hinky," she said, after everyone had said their peace. She asked the replicator for a cup of black coffee, took a tentative sip, nodded, then kept drinking as she spoke, "Magnus up front was pretty no nonsense, but the whole situation seemed odd. He was a really heavy hitter on my world, to point where all of the Avengers had trouble taking him out. Dunno all these others, but the Hulk character must be pretty strong to have him running scared." Later: She says nothing as the others chat it up, instead drinking her coffee and sizing up Hook.
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 "Shotgun!" she said immediately on sight of the shuttle. She took the copilot seat, moving her seat forward to give the others in the back some more room before putting her feet up on the dash. She was no pilot, but if things got hairy, having a little bit of luck behind the controls may not be the worst idea. She cocked an eyebrow when Bender showed up on the screen.
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 Feet still up on the dash, looking out the window, she chimes in, "if it's such an issue, just pull us back out to our original mission, and let them figure it out. Not like we have any control over where we go, so blaming us for the diversion seems..." she trails off, leaving the obvious unsaid add she continues to look out the window.
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 "Oops." she says absently as she swings a leg down off the dash and flicks the switch to lock out Fury's controls as the other leg comes down at a different angle, hitting the pilot's yoke and sending it spinning in the other direction as she turns to prepare herself for a possible mad lunge from the decidedly unstable vet. As the ship careens in circles, the gravitic compensatorss unable to handle the spin and pressing pretty much everyone against their seats/cabin walls (hopefully Bender would get tossed out, apparition or no...), she crosses her arms, looking Patsy in the eye as she speaks, her posture calm but every muscle tensed for action. "We made a promise to Hook and his people, and they're relying on us while flying into certain danger themselves. I don't welch on promises." She lets that statement hang, before adding, "Besides, they're flying into the lion's mouth as a distraction, I really don't think the lion will give a poo poo if we jump in there after them in chase, we all get eaten." The ship stops its spin all on its own, back on its original heading, conveniently enough. If nothing happens, Bullseye turns and settles back into her seat, looking out the window. Fuzz fucked around with this message at 04:19 on Feb 22, 2019 |
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 @Fuzz: 1d10+1d8+1d10+1d10 Solo + Target + Reflexes + Covert = (8)+(7)+(4)+(10) = 29 So 18 with a D10 "Undetected" effect. Bullseye sighed as Goblin was slammed back into the shuttle and the fight commenced. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she considered joining the fray, her face breaking into a grin as she noted that she was conveniently seated on the far side of the shuttle from the melee. Shrugging, she levered herself out of her window and slipped into the bushes, years of practice making navigating the alien underbrush more of an exercise than a challenge. Keeping tabs on the fight as she crept past, she winced slightly as Slapstick sent one of their opponents into orbit, thanking her luck as Miss Fury decided not to make yet another terrible decision by calling her out or somehow giving away exactly how many of them there were on that shuttle. Safely past the scrum, she considered for a moment as she decided where she would hide, were she a VIP... an old exercise for Bull, considering her line of work, and it paid off as a hundred meters off behind the battle lines she spied an oddly shovel-headed woman in silver, taking shelter behind a rock outcropping. Swinging around the outcropping casually, crossing her ankles and leaning on it as she looked down at the woman, Bulleye smiled, "Hey, Lilandra, right? We were sent by the Starjammers to rescue you. Hook, Max, Sikorsky, yeah all of those guys, they say hi. Wanna call off your goons before someone gets killed? I'm sure the Hulk would love that." Tagging Lilandra, or barring that, Elijah.
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 8 Striding past Lilandra and the others, she climbs up and hops into the seat, keying the comms, "Nice to hear you're still in one piece. We've made contact with your Empress and this shuttle won't get us far. You had better have a decent plan."
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 9 Bullseye keeps a straight face as Miss Fury launches into more crazy bullshit. This one is a loose cannon and she's gonna get us all killed. She takes the pilot's seat, keying the coordinates and getting the ship on its way as the others settle in. Once Fury has headed back to her secretive meeting with Lilandra, Bullseye finally gathers the others in the cockpit, turning off any monitoring devices. "Can we talk about Crazy Cat Lady trying to bail on this mission, almost getting us all killed, and now suddenly purring and rubbing up against Lilandra with some bullshit from the Wizard of Oz?" She puts her feet up on the dash, crossing her arms, "I've had a little experience with mind control and compromised agents, and ever since she was captured by the Purple Guy, she's been acting more and more like a liability. For all we know she's still trying to bail on this mission," she looks to Starband, "and is filling this Empress woman's feathered head with all sorts of nonsense that might get us killed. Dunno about the rest of you, but I actually still like living, in case that wasn't obvious from my charming demeanor."
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 9 "Agreed." She draws her bow and looks to Gwen, "do your weird teleport sliding between pages or whatever thing, let's kill their engines... and maybe them, if they act up."
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PP: 2, Stress: 0, XP: 9 "Snowjob getting cold feet about getting shot at? Tut tut," she smirks, "don't worry, ladies first." She unslings her bow with a CHOK and heads for whatever Gwen does to get her to the enemy ship's bridge by her lonesome to be the distraction. @Fuzz: 1d10+1d8+1d10+1d10 Solo + Femme Fatale + Reflexes + Combat Master = (5)+(6)+(2)+(2) = 15 1PP from LUCK @Fuzz: 1d10+1d8+1d10+1d10 Solo + Femme Fatale + Reflexes + Combat Master REROLL, YO = (7)+(2)+(1)+(7) = 17 14 with D10 effect to create a TEAM ASSET of "DISTRACTION" Fuzz fucked around with this message at 01:23 on Nov 12, 2019 |
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PP: 1, Stress: 0, XP: 9 Twang, Twang, Twang... The bridge officers frown as they look at each other, then turn away from the viewscreen showing Hook's ship to see the sudden source of the sound. Seated crosslegged on a small, raised divider counter behind the Captain's chair, one hand strumming her bow string and holding the other up in a Vulcan peace gesture, Bullseye smirks as she turns it sideways and makes doggy eating pantomimes, "Yeah, nevermind. None of you will live that long. Bad luck on your parts." Before they can draw their weapons she dives forward into the center of the bridge, firing a cluster of arrows straight up at the cone-shaped holoprojector set in the center of the ceiling, the arrows ricocheting off in crazy directions and somehow finding their marks, right in the necks of half of the guards drawing their weapons. She throws herself into a sideways dive and flashes the Captain a V for victory with a big ^_^ grin as she lands behind the helmsman's console and readies for their counterattack. @Fuzz: 1d10+1d8+1d10+1d8+1d8+1d6 Solo + Target + Reflexes + Weapon + Combat Master-1 + SFX Shoot to Kill = (6)+(2)+(5)+(4)+(1)+(5) = 23 1 PP for an extra success die, so 16 + 10 effect for Physical Stress.
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PP: 1, Stress: 0, XP: 9 @Fuzz: 1d10 + 1d8 + 1d10 + 1d8 + 1d10 Solo + Femme Fatale + Reflexes + Durability + Combat Master = (1) + (7) + (1) + (7) + (7) = 23 14 with d10 effect -> DOMINO EFFECT! D8 free damage counterattack, wiping the mob out. Bullseye pops up from behind the console like a whack-a-mole and then immediately ducks back down, the shots flying wildly and one striking the IFF control console for the bridge security station. The automated turrets embedded in the ceiling come to life, dropping down and spooling up as they make short work of the rest of the guards, who they momentarily registered as hostiles. Their work complete, they retract back into their housings. Without so much as a glance, Bullseye hops the console and does that chair tipping with one foot on the back of it move with the helmsman's seat, walking over to the Captain's chair quite casually and taking a seat, throwing a sidelong glance at the bird-haired man in silver, cowering under the first officer chair, several laser burns in the seat. She crosses her legs, getting comfy, as she thumbs her commlink, "Bridge secured, and Captain Birb is cowering in his little coop like a chicken." She inclines her head slightly as she looks down at the Captain, the slow *SHNNNNNK* of metal on metal breaking the silence on the bridge as the cold adamantium arrowhead glints in the deck lights as she rolls the shaft of the arrow between thumb and forefinger, "Now... what should we talk about?"
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PP: 1, Stress: d4 Mental, XP: 9 Bullseye keys the comm with her elbow, "That's quite alright, they're not intruding at all, isn't that right, Captain?" The drawn bow in her lap remains pointed at the Captain. If the Captain plays along, she adds in, "help those two out, we need to update your security and IFF runtimes, Emperor Hulk has commanded it."
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PP: 2, Stress: d4 Mental, XP: 9 She looks to the captain, pointing at his captain sash, "if you make me captain of this vessel, I promise you Empress Lilandra will spare your crew. You can be my second officer."
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PP: 2, Stress: d4 Mental, XP: 9 Bullseye, having watched most of the main event unfold on the security monitors in the bridge, keys the shipwide intercom, "So, not to interrupt, but I've taken over as Captain of the ship and it's ours now, so... wanna just continue this discussion on the bridge, with the ship somewhere that is not here?"
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