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GM The hatch had warped from the impact, stuck, but easily moved by the mighty servo-motors of Predator. On the other side was the captain, holding his guts in with his hand. Predator needed no super senses (although they sure helped) to see that the Captain was bleeding profusely from an impaling injury - a nasty spear of shrapnel in his abdomen. Not the aorta, or major artery, but still something that would be lethal if not stabilised. "Pilots... ok...." he gasped... "checked em..." He collapsed into Predators arms. "What was... that?" he mumbled. "Look... mission comprimised.... go underground... exposed. Get off grid...."

Ok all - approaching the end of the (fun, at least for me) thread! Depending on action we might have a few last sparks of action. (Bdum tish!) @MoonSimplyyou are also up now!

GM General Sparks crashed into the tower with a yell that sounded half grunt of anger, half wail of lamentation. Whatever it was, it was drowned out by the sound of falling masonry. "Nooooooo!" he screamed, as the tower collapsed around him. In honesty, the pummeling at had from top to bottom - bazzooka, super strength, and collision, meant that a dainty feather might have achieved the feat. But it still looked impressive. Like a mighty oak, it creaked, groaned, and then fell to the ground, unleashing a torrent of dust... And then a GLITCH An ERROR message on the screen The fine detail of the world turned to crude pixels. The Ninento 64 beeped And Golden Star and the Twins were back in their dorm, with Carmen Arache (better known as La Puma Negra). And one sparking TV screen, and one sparking (cursed) Ninento 64!

Predator Steam quickly rose around the armored figure as it stood in the center of a small crater of dirt and rocks. All the snow within a meter had already melted and the circle was slowly growing. Snow drifting on the wind evaporated soundlessly under the waves of heat radiating from the exposed cooling coils of the Predator armor. A multitude of tiny ventilation systems thought the suit whirled less and less at nature helped speed the cooling process. “Captain! Are you okay? How are the pilots?” She asked.” Predator stood still as a statue for long moments as Jean ran through the quickest diagnostic scans she could. Numerous servos would need replacing once she got home. She couldn’t be sure the extent of damage to the thrusters without taking them apart. Several primary circuits were burnt out, but the backups were holding. On her screen, the last temperature gauge dipped below the red. With a mechanical whine the cooling coils withdrew again and their hatch closed securely. The suit finally began to move again. Predator approached the plane’s hatch and opened it.

Blackstaff Blackstaff chuckled at Dreamer’s comment. “A kind offer, but I’ll decline.” He gave her a kind smile. “I’ve had a few close calls with kights of the courts, recently. The fae can be rather touchy sometimes.” He joked as the two arrived at his car, an old 4-door from the 90’s. While mostly blue, the front hood was white and one rear door was primer gray. Both hubcaps on one side were missing and the two on the other side didn’t match. He opened the door for Dreamer, offer help if she wanted it. His eyes though, kept scanning for their attacker. Climbing into the driver’s seat he dug out the keys, but then hesitated. His eyes fell on the little clock set into the dashboard. “That, can’t be right.” He half mumbled. Had his magic messed with the clock? Or had… He glanced at Dreamer unsurely, then shook his head. There was no possible way they had really gone back two hours without him noticing that much magical influence… right. He ignored the doubt as he started the car, intent on getting Dreamer to safety.

Yeah

That will hit She’d have to roll a nat 20 to beat that: 23 …and she rolls a nat 1. lol Sea Devil has successfully grabbed the big ‘Thing’ (tm) What would she like to do with it? You know, other than hug it.

Oh telepathy, someone should remember that they have that! Would my emotional power also pick up mostly the same thing?

Starlight Something was wrong, well everything was wrong what with all these Omegadrone flying around, but things felt off. Maybe it was all the power she was challenging, and apparently, more fighting was coming. Normally she'd wait until they attack, but a freakin' invasion most definitely counted as the worse kind of attack you could get. So charing up her powers again, causing her to glow like a mini star, as she fired off a burst of light energy towards the leading drone. They looked tougher, but her attack seemed to cause some damage, hopefully it would be enough for now.

GM The Dreamer lets out an amused huff at being referred to as a damsel in distress, but does not disagree with the statement. "Perhaps I should dream a suit of armour and lance for my chivalrous protector. Sir Daye has a nice sound to it." Her smile fades a little at the reminder that they might still be pursued, and she follows him quickly. It does not take Blackstaff long to orient himself, being accustomed to the streets of the city. The small room had let out several streets over from where their flight had led them, and it takes nearly ten minutes to reach the car, but the pair are unaccosted during their travel, although many pairs of eyes follow them, many seeming to recognize the 'Christmas Spirit'. Upon arriving at his vehicle, Blackstaff would notice an oddity, his dashboard claiming the time to be nearly two hours earlier than when they had been confronted.

Timeout Lawrence gave a small smile as Daniel's distraction caused his character to die in the game he was playing. The blond teen then focused back on Iris and Michael. "Yeah, been doing fine, just had a lot on my mind." He responded. "I am doing okay." Lynn responded to Iris, though her expression did not really make it seem she was okay. Unlike Lawrence, Lynn's accent was fully American, with perhaps even a trace of a Jersey accent. At Michael's question about her relation to Lawrence, the blonde girl momentarily froze, a dark expression crossing her face. "Or something probably covers it." Lawerence replied as he gave Lynn a concerned look. Thankfully Sam interjected, taking Lynn’s attention for a moment before she looked back to Michael. "Nice to meet you Michael, Iris." The blonde girl stated as she shook Michael's hand. She then somewhat reluctantly moved over to Sam at the Street Fighter game. "No, not really." The younger girl replied to the question about whether or not she played the game. Lawrence watched her a moment before looking back to Michael and Iris. "It is a bit complicated, but she is, more or less, my half-sister, from another timeline." He stated in a low voice that was not likely to travel far over the noise of the arcade. Over at the Street Fighter game, Lynn gave a resigned sigh and listened as Sam explained and showed her the controls for the game. It was quickly apparent that the blonde girl had very good hand-eye coordination, and incredibly fast reflexes.

"You got it, Bolt." he said, taking a handful of the grenades and being careful in dealing with the board. He definitely needed that since he was still helping Parker, and he was just about out himself, so a chance to 'rest' by just hurling grenades from a hoverboard would be okay. Provided he could manage to stay on the thing. "I'll try to bring it back in one piece. As soon as something shows up spooky, I'll head over right at it. And when you need my help, I'll be right back, don't worry." he nodded firmly. So he was ready if something bad showed up.

I will instead delay until the next GM post so I'm prepared with the hoverboard and grenades!

(Golden Star Post) Almost a kiss. They had gotten so close, and then his book came alive and spewed out a...cartoony Mike Fink. He had no idea what was going on anymore. But he wanted to echo Carmen's own frustrations. "You gotta be kidding me..." he said, keeping a hand on Carmen's hip as he watched the fairy tale heroes appear with loud, annoying antics, then flee into the city. He truly had no idea what was going on, and he just had to stare in confusion and befuddlement as they fled. "What...is...happening." he finally managed to say once all the creatures had dispersed into the city and he finally realized what had just happened while he was staring. Then when the librarian screamed and ran down the stairs, then tripped and fell, he looked at her, then at Carmen. "...I get the feeling we're about to have some homework to do, Carmen." he mumbled to her, before moving towards the collapsed woman. "Are...are you okay?" He asked, walking towards her with another glance at Carmen.

(GM Post) "That's right! Fightin' Mike Fink!" the little bushy bearded man said, cracking his knuckles. "I'm the snapping turtle! Six Foot Three oarsman, and I can out-run, out-hop, out-jump, throw-down, drag-out and lick any man in the country, and that includes you, you little rapscallion." He said, suddenly raising his dukes at Carmen and Michael. Then he grinned. "Alright, we're out of here gang!" he called to the other tiny creatures, and a palmtop John Henry, Mike Fink, and a slightly bigger Paul Bunyan- plus his Babe the Big Blue Ox- quickly fled down the stairs causing havoc, smashing cars and knocking over fire hydrants. They may have been very tiny, but they were clearly pretty strong, maybe as strong as the Claremont students themselves, as they caused havoc. Meanwhile, a librarian looking young woman ran out of the library itself, her dark hair bobbing in a ponytail as she dashed down the stairs holding a strange looking book. She was chasing what appeared to be a cartoon William Tell, who was shooting arrows seemingly at random. "Come baaaaack! Wait! I didn't want this to happen!" The nerd looking girl yelled as she tripped and fell down the stairs with a thud, sending the book flying. But the four cartoony book characters had fled into the city proper

Sure, if you wanted to.

can I throw one at the Time Twister even though it'll bounce off his shield?

Problem is, at the moment there are no real big groups of Communion drones, there are scatted ones here and there, but Lawrence cured the majority of them.

It's a general area, here's the power: Stun 8 (Nervebuzzer; Extras: Area [Burst]; Feats: Ricochet, Thrown 1, Triggered 2; Flaws: Unreliable [5 Uses]; Drawbacks: Full Power)

Sure, let's do that. so that's a Stun 8? So should I just go ahead and make a ranged attack roll to chuck them around? Presumably flying towards a big group of them and tossing

As Michael twisted in the air, still unable to break the tower down, his frustration was getting even higher, until his aura was bright red with frustration. When General Sparks came down towards him, he glanced up and swiftly moved to the side, sending the General plummeting downwards. But he didn't let him go. He grabbed the General by the back of the cape and held him, gripping him with both hands. Then he started to spin, twisting in mid air around and around like a giant, boiling top, General Sparks turning into a smear of purple around the top as they spun. "I WANT YOU! AND YOUR TOWER! TO FALL DOWN!" Michael finally yelled as he released the General, hurling him with tremendous force directly into the weak spot in the tower!

Okay, while waiting for Tiff's IC post, Multi-Girl will area attack Martinet and the three elite drones on the ground. 13, rolling terrible today. Will use a HP for a reroll: 25, much better. That hits them all for a DC 27 toughness save. Martinet: 25 she picks up another bruise. The Elite Omegadrones: 22, 25 and 24, so one bruised and dazed, the other two just bruised.

Michael was sad to hear Bernie couldn't come, but he expected it. He was really impressed with how ready she was for the next stage of her life. She had been a big help to adjusting him to Claremont itself, and he was never going to forget that, but he also knew it was very likely their paths wouldn't cross that much in the future; she had her own team, she had her own goals and job, and he was still finishing his education. They might meet from time to time, but they'd not be fellow students anymore. So he was very supportive and very positive for everything Bernie did, and he bought her music and wore her shirts when he could. He'd always be a fan, and he'd always enjoy their friendship and the time they stopped the Maestro, but he knew there was only so much time in one's life. So he was happy with what he had with his friendship with her and Charlie. "HAHA! GOT YOU DANIEL!" Sam said, slapping the cabinet in victory and pumping her fist. "Whose next!?" she barked, cheerful and bold at her continuing dominance over her little slice of the arcade. For a girl who often seemed outcast and alone at Claremont, this was one of the places where she seemed to be spreading her figurative wings cheerfully. Meanwhile Michael was smiling at Lawrence and his new friend. He had his same cheerful disposition. Lawrence might have been away for a bit, but Michael considered him his friend. While he hadn't been spending time in the Doom Room, he had been putting in his own effort; Michael had been pushing his own limits every day, harder and harder, and he was starting to actually not be- to his mind- a drag on his friends when trying to save the city. He looked between Lynn and Lawrence and nodded. "It's nice to see you Lawrence. I'm glad you're doing okay." he said directly to him, as if Lawrence hadn't been missing at all. He wasn't going to make it weird or awkward, he was just going to be the supportive friend, the same thing he'd promised to be on that beach several months ago. "And, Lynn? It's nice to meet you. Are you his cousin or something? I'm Michael Adon, one of Lawrence's classmates. That's Sam, she's also one of our students." Michael extended his hand to shake it, and at the same time, Sam herself turned to wave. "Yo, newbie! You play Street Fighter!? Let's go some rounds! If you don't know I'll teach you."

Okay, Timeout will try to hit them with his Stun effect. 8 boo, terrible roll, will HP for a reroll: 20 (after adding +10 to the natural 4). If that hits, a DC 20 Fort save vs Stun.

GM As Dwayne started helping the people off the carriage, the metal man's head (and face) once again appeared out of the monorail itself. More specifically, the shorn end of it. "Boo! Spoilsport! Wheres the fun in this? Helping people. BORING!" The face pondered for a moment, chewing its metal lip whilst deciding what to do. "I'm going to play on the other side of the circle. You just stay here and rescue people. Dont go spoiling it again... BORING!" The face sang a song. "BORING BORING BORING.... BO-RING!" With his little ditty complete, the metal man (although it was only about 3 feet tall) started running down the monorail track. With great agility, one might say - dancing along the track as if his feet were magnetic. Which, Dwayne could guess, they probably were...