EternalPhoenix
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I'm not lost! Can Queenie check the kitchens for anything wrong? KN (culinary)?
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ooc Graduation Proclamation: Absolution
EternalPhoenix replied to Brown Dynamite's topic in Archives
Hell. Chase the door assassin, but slowly and carefully. -
http://orokos.com/roll/314926 Rolled a 16. 23 total. So no miss, no extra trappy.
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Then let's do it. Does it matter what I roll? Defense for vehicles is negative, after all.
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Free at last, free at last, thank god almighty, I'm free at last. The new guy is hired and trained. As I type this, he should be on site and working. Hooray. I didn't appear last week because I was working every single day. But it's over. Apparently. For now. Please work out, new guy. I'm tired of that place.
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Ah, well. Just when I was freed from my overtime, too.
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http://orokos.com/roll/310767 Notice check 19.
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If football has taught me anything besides just how many combinations of 7 and 3 are actually possible, it's that concussions are serious business. Get all then rest the doctor commands. We'll be here. In other news, I don't expect someone else on my site work until the last week of this month at best. So my posting will continue to remain minimal as I pick up my share of the slack.
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http://orokos.com/roll/307516 26 on that Toughness save. If I Snare the vehicle, does it trap the driver inside?
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http://orokos.com/roll/305970 24. Only one robot. No minion rules for you. So...injured and dazed, I think?
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Maybelle McQueen was having a ball. The ring slinging chef had never been on a cruise before, and honestly? It was fantastic. Not to mention these days she was fast enough of a flier to get to Freedom and back in a heck of a jiffy. That said, some of her followers and appreciators from Tumblr, Reddit, and the like where on board. She didn’t wear a mask, and thus was easily recognized by her eager fans. They wanted her to cook on the ship for them. She demurred. It wasn’t her kitchen. There was a perfectly competent professional chef on board. Her fans insisted. No, she had to show him some respect as a fellow professional. They had her taste a few entrees. Approximately fifteen loud and argumentative minutes later, the head chef was now sous chef and Maybelle McQueen was running the show. She was here to protect the ship, after all. Professional my Southern fried butt. Maybelle thought. Where’d that jerk get his degree, mail order? That was the worst filet of sole I’ve ever tasted. Flat, uninspired, and boring. She strode up to the Captain’s Table, lost in thought. And the marinara! Might as well have been tap water with tomato chunks. And no one in that kitchen knew how to fry chicken. Not a one. Well, they surely know now. She was wearing a lovely long sundress in a soft gray. Her only jewelry was the Ring of Aura on her right ring finger. Her shoes were ballet flats a few shades brighter than her dress. She emerged from her reverie. “Evening, Captain. Don’t you worry, I just came from the kitchen. Everything on schedule. Smooth sailing, if you’ll allow the expression.” She found a seat and plopped down into it. “Man…I knew I’d probably have to protect this place from some bad guys, but I never though I’d have to protect it from the food.”
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I could also help.
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Thread Recruitment: Roll My Windows Down and Cruiiise
EternalPhoenix replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
As Rav said, new is stretching it. But Queenie is in if you will have her. -
Vonnie was jetlagged. He yawned as he stepped onto the Noble Endeavour. 10 Am Tokyo time was the middle of the night on the East Coast, and until this trip, Vonnie’d never left it. His powers helped a little. He was significantly less tired than a normal person would be. And, oh man, did he ever stand out around here. His darker skin alone was enough to step him apart in this very homogeneous land. Not speaking the language did not help. The signs didn’t even have letters on them, at least not as Vonnie knew them. He felt like a stranger in a strange land. Which is why he was in a godawful hurry to get on the ship and out of here. He was tired of being gawked at and discreetly muttered about. His eyes and ears might not have always caught these things, but his spatial awareness certainly did. And that had nothing on the…African American culture aficionados. There weren’t many, but oh dear god why would anyone…Vonnie put the thought out of his head. “Rako? Please tell me you’re here. Your country’s nice, especially the temples, but I’d like to go now.”
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Marked.
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Well. That takes care of that. A bit late, but better than not at all. Terrifica straightened out her longcoat, it having been a touch wrinkled by her temporary restraining. The abrupt shout startled her with its sudden loudness. Please, don’t let have been inept. It would be a black mark on geniuses everywhere, especially the super ones. “Where on earth would I have gone so quickly? And why would I leave, when there is a troubled young mind in need of help? I see you have…spoken…with my colleague. Has she changed your mind about vengeance? Or have my words still fallen on deaf ears?”
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Like Vonnie would miss going on an adventure with his friends.
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Terrifica raised an eyebrow. “Social conventions?” Something in her tone suggested she found that idea vastly amusing. “We’re doing hero work. They are…somewhat less important. That said,” She gestured towards the bathroom door. “After you.”
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Maybelle McQueen was not a scientist. She was a chef. Random portals to Lord only knew where were a bit out of her wheelhouse. Still she could pull people out of the way. It seemed localized to Parkside, at the very least. So, a somewhat devious grin on her face, Queenie started telling people it was safe at the Southern Queen. As her restaurant was near, but not actually in, Parkside. Flying down city streets, she rapidly evacuated the civilians from outside the buildings. She shooed some inside, left others on roofs (after…opening the roof access doors) and just plain carried them out of the neighborhood with the strength of her Ring. She hoped someone would figure this nonsense out and turn it off soon. After all, a fair section of her clientele lived in Parkside. She didn’t want to lose their business.
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Tagging away.
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“Oh yes, sunshine.” Maybelle’s grin continued unabated. What followed was nothing short of a five minute lecture on the true nature of dessert. And it was only five minutes because a man with floppy brown hair and black framed glasses tapped her on the shoulder and whispered into her ear. She cut herself off with a start. “Whoops, I’m doing it again. Anyway, that’s the basics. Good enough for a laywoman, I guess. Got kitchen stuff to attend to. David here can take your order in the mean time, or-“ She said, as David started to protest, “he can find Rose so she can do her job for once. It’s like that girl’s in another reality whenever work needs doing.” With that, Maybelle strolled off into the kitchen. Soon, the sound of her voice could be heard mixed in with the usual low level noises from back there.
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No problems to report.
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http://orokos.com/roll/302201 Made it by the skin of it's teeth. 27 exactly. I already had Init from you, Rav. But if you like, next round I can adjust it to your new roll. Either way, Jay's up next.
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The nano-fibers absorbed the gangmember’s kick. Terrifica glanced down at the bootprint squarely between her breasts. Why does everyone assume the suit is miraculously easy to clean? I mean, of course it is, but one shouldn’t assume these things. It’s just so rude. Terrifica threw a comeback Foreshadow’s way. “Sadly, it’s true. The unsophisticated can only appreciate force.” She casually swung her staff around and tripped the gangmemer who kicked her. Before he could hit the ground, the other end of her staff slammed into the bridge of his nose, knocking him unconscious. “Proof enough? No? Then let’s continue.” The pattern for the remaining four was the same. A distracting shot with one end of the staff, then a KO blow to the skull. Scant seconds later, all five gangmembers who attempted to swarm her lay at her feet in need of medical attention. She made applying bone breaking blows look graceful and effortless. “Didn’t you know? The black arms market is ever growing. And thanks to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, there’s plenty of well trained and unscrupulous ex-military personnel around.” She addressed the gang lieutenants. “Move or die? Just those two? My apologies, but professional superheroes like us always prefer to take a third option. Go home, and you won’t need a hospital stay like these idiots.”
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Okay, then. You may take your turn when ready.