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Charlie felt the van rock as Liquify punched the man inside. He started to say something to the new arrival when Slice and his cronies stepped out. "It's not so easy to slip free from my snare, Slice." replied Coiled Lightning. He jumped off the back of the van, running forward to stand over the fallen security guard. Then he cracked his whip, attempting to wrap it around Slice's gun. But the criminal was too quick for him and snatched his weapon arm out of the way. Charlie shrugged sheepishly at the armed thugs.
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Dragonid nodded as Kharag talked. He might have laughed at the massive ego of the man, if he had not seen first hand that he had the prowess to back it up. Kharag was a good man to call an ally, a brother, because he would be a terrible threat as an enemy. "Yes, I am honored to have met your standards as warrior to come with you. We will impress your people with what mighty allies you have made for them." If Kharag spoke true his people were nearly as dangerous as he was. The excitement burned in Dragonid's blood, but he knew that the empire needed them to remain under a measure of control.
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Going to run up and try to disarm Slice. To hit: 1d20 + 8=14 Probably not good enough, but if it hits Opposed roll: 1d20 + 10=30
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Forgot about takedown. Trying takedown attack on second thug: 1d20 + 8=12
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Coiled lightning took the offered hand and smiled at Butch. "It's quite an amazing gadget, really. More than just a flashy way to get across town. Beats the subway, though." At Grimalkin's comment, he added "Tell you the truth, I haven't really worked with people like us, either. Just starting out, and took a few lumps working solo. It's good to get a chance to meet you and whoever else comes to help." "Hope I can find something to do for you," he said, sheepily, "I'm good with my hands, or if you need any electrical work done. Don't see a need to go zapping the guests with my whip, though."
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Attack roll against nearest thug 1d20 + 8=26. DC 22 damage
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Charlie swooped around the corner and released his whip as he came to rest on top of the van. Standing tall with his shoulders square and his hands on his hips, he retracted the whip to normal length and shook his head, "Did it really take both of you boys to overcome a single guard? I'm shocked at the poor state of villainy these days." He picked out the closest of the thugs and cracked his whip at him, showering the loading dock with sparks.
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watching thread
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"Yes, there any many potential allies here" agreed Dragonid and looked around the room and focused on a small group that a senior Praetorian was just leaving. The winged one was intriguing, though its wings did not look like enough to carry it. The others, like most scaleless, were difficult to judge, but one carried an impressive sword. He walked across the room, toward this group. "Greetings, brothers!" he roared to announce his arrival. "I am Dragonid, and I am proud to have joined you as a fellow Praetorian." He struggled with the last word, forcing his great jaws in to strange contortions.
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The gunshot caught Charlie off guard. He must have been nodding off, but he quickly snapped to full awareness and started to activate his whip. Then he heard the all too familiar zap of Slice's weapon. "Time to get rolling." he said to himself. He looked down the street, but couldn't see the source of the gunfire yet, so a flick of his wrist sent the electric whip's cord arcing across to a nearby building. Charlie leaped off the edge of the building, held tight and swung down through the center of the streets, a streak in blue spandex. He headed down the street, swinging between buildings and looking up each cross-street for the fight.
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Initiative: 1d20+6=12
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Charlie swung accross town from building to building and finally landed deftly on a building overlooking Pier 13. This was it. He could see people gathering in front of the trailer. He didn't know the organizers here, but that was part of why he was here, to meet the other heroes. Oh, building the haunted house sounded like fun too, but Coiled Lightning needed to spread his name. He snapped out his whip, attached it to the roof and slipped over the side, rappelling down to the street. He adjusted his fedora, straightened out his bodysuit, hitched his whip back to his belt and walked across the street toward the trailer. Approaching Grimalkin, he tipped his hat, "Good Morning, I go by the name Coiled Lightning. I heard you needed help with your haunted house." He turned to flash a smile at the man in the wheelchair and the redhead.
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Charlie stood up and stretched his back, walking across the roof to the other corner. The night was so quiet, no sign of his prey, same as last night. And cold, at least out in the open on the rooftops. But he couldn't give up this chance for a rematch with Slice. The energy-gun toting criminal had gotten away from him last month, after Coiled Lightning had foiled his attempts to steal a time capsule, but Charlie couldn't shake the gnawing regret about letting him escape. He knelt down again and resumed his surveillance of the streets below, suddenly sure that tonight something was going to happen.
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Yes, that could be fun. Though I imagine that there could be horrible accidents mixing water and electricity.
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I think Charlie's investigative skills are tapped out at this point. He'll just have to wait until he hears back from the police, or something else happens.
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Dragonid nodded at Kharag, "I ment no disrespect. I know the pain of those who do not recognize one's rightful status. I am sure we will have time to show our worth before long." He rambled on as he looked around the room, noting the vast variety of faces in different shapes and colors. "It is still difficult to imagine an empire as large as Delzatri. Among my people, a great warlord might control half a continent, and still have many enemies who would take it from him. With an empire controlling so many whole worlds, the struggle to maintain it must never end."
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Charlie nodded at the computer, then logged out and shut down. He set up his phone to buzz him silently if any mail came to that account. "I don't think I'm going to get anything else done tonight. Need to get some sleep anyway, if I'm going to get up on time tomorrow." He packed up his gear and slipped in to bed, groaning as he accidentally overstretched a still tender muscle. But the excitement and exertions of the day had taken their toll, and sleep soon came to sooth all his aches. "Just hope the alarm is loud enough..." he thought as he drifted off.
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"So much for that idea", muttered Charlie. He poked around the facebook accounts a bit more, growing more frustrated. "Guess I should turn it over to the professionals." He typed up an email to Detective Erickson explaining that he had poked around outside the police office. He left he detective the name and described the location of the handkerchief, suggesting the lab boys have a look at it as soon as possible. He waited for a reply as he tried to consider another move. "Who would have thought there'd be more than one Zeke Simmons?" he said to himself, "Which one would have a reason to be in Freedom?" He checked employers for any with an office in the city, for jobs with reasons to travel or for any connection with the Mayfair building.
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Charlie shook his head as he looked at the fire escape. Not the most secure room to have chosen to store the evidence. Then again, who would expect someone to break in to a police station? He was pretty sure the police would have found any clues left behind and was surprised when his side-trek prooved fruitful. His first instinct was to pocket the handkerchief for later, but probably better to let the police examine it. He left the handkerchief behind and turned to go tell Detective Erickson about it. But the lab boys probably had gone home already, Charlie reasoned. He could do a little research on the name first, maybe find something about him before the police. A quick trip home, an image search, social media search, should tell him if Zeke Simmons was the disheveled man at the time capsule scene. Then, he could send Erickson a message, letting him know to check out the handkerchief.
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"Do not worry, if I meant to eat you, I would roast you first." Dragonid snorted loudly and breathed out a puff of smoke. "Thank you for your advice. I will not try a 'smile' again in the future, then. It is a strange custom, and among my people would be taken as a claim of dominance. Not appropriate among equals and it was not my intent." "What do you call yourself?" He asked, "If we are to fight side by side, we should know each other. A stranger at your side may turn his back when the battle flows against you.."
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Dragonid greeted his seniors with pride and thanked them for their congratulations. "I hope to be a valuable defender of the empire and stand with my brothers and sisters against any who would threaten it." When he approached Kharag, he decide to practice the strange facial gesture the humanoids favored. He pulled back his lips and displayed his large sharp teeth. "It is quite an honor we have received today, I hope we prove to be worthy of that honor." he said to the hairless scaleless humanoid "I call myself Dragonid, brother. My fires are at your service."
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"That's ok I understand" Charlie said "Policies and all. Well, I'm glad I could help where I could. I'll keep in touch." He headed back out of the precinct, nodding to the officer at the desk as he left. Once outside, he walked around the building, looking for signs of where the breakin had occurred. Fourth floor, he remembered and used his whip to pull himself up the wall toward the upper windows. A slight adjustment on his whip caused it to start spitting out a shower of brilliantly luminous sparks, giving him light to see as he looked for any obvious clues the criminals could have left behind.
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Charlie dug a slip of paper out of his pocket, printed with a coiledLightning email address and passed it to the detective "I haven't set up anything official yet, but I'll watch this address if you find out anything more. I'd really like to know how this comes out, and of course will help out in any way I can. Just let me know." He stood up to leave, but stopped and asked. "Could I get a copy of that video? Maybe I can remember something else about this guy if I look at it again later. Or see something else important that I missed."
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Silvar Drash chuckled to himself, letting out a small puff of oilly smoke. This is what he knew he always deserved. Denied by his people, his own family, now he had earned the status as warrior. Protector. He had prepared carefully for this day. Scrubbed his skin for hours till his scales were a bright warrior red. Blackened his horns, claws and teeth. All as traditional of his people's coming of age cermony. His dress uniform covered his chest with a shiny gold fabric. Unsuitable for combat, of course, but suitable to impress in a formal gathering like this. He carefully repeated the oath along with the others. He would defend the Delzatri empire. Of course he would, it was his home now. There was no returning to his birthplace. "Good riddance", he muttered in his native tongue. Silvar Drash had entered this hall, but he rose to his feet as Dragonid.
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Charlie stared in shock at the guy in the glasses. "Him." He said quickly, pointing at the screen and leaning in closer. "I saw him before the action started, something struck me as suspicious. Too nervous, twitchy. But I totally forgot him by the end of the fight. Just wanted to make sure your officers, and Mr. Lewis there were alright." He watched more closely what the man did as the fight unfolded and more importantly, what he did afterwards. "I need to take notes next time," he said quietly to himself, "get too lost in the action."