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  1. Just moving towards the exit because I can only do a move action. Gonna roll for the Fort here so I don't forget it next turn: Fortitude: 1d20+6 9 Yeah, nope, it continues then Actually gonna spend a HP on maybe fixing this: Fortitude: 1d20+6 24 So she's fine next turn
  2. As it turned out, the breathing that accompanied Monica's relative panic in this situation – it was not something she was used to at all, after all – had it's direct negative effects. Namely that whatever was in the smoke now got into her lungs, and thus her system, pretty damn quickly, as she felt incredibly nauseous one moment to the next. The situation right in front of her seemed to be under control at least, so that was something she didn't have to worry about. Which was good, because inside this smoke Monica could just about tell up from down. She steeled herself and then began to move towards the exit of the room. People were still fleeing, and there was a chance she'd have to protect them. Not that she could do much of that in her current state, as she essentially half walked, half crawled, her way forward.
  3. OOC for This @Ari One HP off the bat because this is a public situation and Salmon is here in civvie identity.
  4. The Dive, University Hill, Emerald City South Saturday, March 2, 2019 11:03 PM As far as first dates were concerned, this one was going pretty well so far. The Dive had been the right choice of location. Relatively small and cozy, the bar was nested away in an alley only a short walk away form the more active nightclubs that up most of University Hill's nightlife. It was one of the insider tips when it came to places to go in the area. After all, how many bars offered regular live music? The band, some local up-and-coming indie country rock act just started their next song as Hakim returned to the table, drinks in hand. "And I'm back, sorry that took so long, they're a lot busier than usual tonight." He set down both the glasses, and then took the seat across the table from his date. Hakim hadn't been sure about the whole online dating thing. He'd heard mixed things in general, and he knew the tech aspect enough to know just how transparent it made him. But his colleagues-slash-friends had pushed him to finally do something beyond work and whatever he spent his free time doing, so he did sign up. So far, he wasn't regretting it. This Ishmael guy was pretty cute, and interesting too. A bit young, but it wasn't really something that stood out. "So, anyways, as I was saying, we ended up having to pull a nightshift inside the hospital in order to deal with…" There was a loud rumbling, seemingly coming out of the walls and wooden beams inside the bar, and Hakim stopped talking. It was replaced by the sound of glass shattering almost immediately, as the bottles by the bar literally flew off the shelves, and slammed into the wall across the room, which immediately provoked quite a bit of screaming. The band stopped playing, especially once they – and everybody else in the room – saw that the liquids inside the bottles had not splashed to the ground. They were floating in the air, like one could see in those space videos, gathering up into what Hakim decided to dub a "Floating Long Island Iced Tea.". Hakim looked pretty shocked, like everybody else in the room, especially once the table he and Ishmael were sitting on started to rumble, much like all the others in the room, and their respective drinks suddenly looked very stirred. And to make matters worse, judging by the screaming, this was happening outside too….
  5. Bonfire Vignette Vignette (1k+): Family Reunion Barrier 1 Shards of Time (1) Bird of Arms None/Inactive Sha'ir None Lady Liberty 3+Vignette With Black Curtains (2) The Red Will Rise (1) Vignette (1k+) Ref Point to Barrier, please
  6. By the time Monica had woken up, the dimensional doppelgangers were already appearing. She was informed of it quickly, and that certainly made it less of a surprise when she turned a corner to find herself starting at two people looking just like her. Both of them seemed more confused than she was, which was a start if nothing else. From what Monica had heard, some of the doppelgangers were from universes where few things were different. She could immediately tell that didn't apply to either one of hers. The differences were obvious. One, wearing badly beat up tactical gear, olive and grey. That Monica too looked like she'd seen better days, clearly a lot more used to both physical labour and bruises than actual Monica (was that a good term? Probably not.) was. The rifle she was carrying was, perhaps, also an indicator. The other meanwhile, looked a lot fancier. Her equipment looked vaguely military-styled too, but in pristine condition. It was closer to Main-Monica (better? Maybe.)'s outfit, red, white and blue. Just even more American, something Monica assumed had taken quite an effort. As for the actual gear, the best word Monica could come up with to describe it in the moment was "near-future power armour". Beat-Monica (no, that one didn't work), in particular, looked quite shocked. She did her best to return to a stern expression, but Main-Monica could tell that her counterpart was not just uneasy and had gripped her weapon tighter, she was also clearly checking the best escape route. Armor-Monica, meanwhile, was quite obvious about her surprise. And after roughly a second where nobody said anything, Armor-Monica finally broke the silence. "So, uh, this is awkward." "Meeting a different version of myself and learning she's a gov pawn?" Clearly, she – Rebel-Monica (it seemed to fit?) – wasn't screwing around. She sounded angry. Properly angry. Monica could tell. "Do I even want to know what happened that you ended up that way?" Was that curiosity from Armour-Monica or just snark? Monica couldn't tell. Main-Monica decided to interject right there, because if she knew herself than this would only end in tears (and probably blood, considering her doppelgangers' looks). "Okay, how about we just sit down? This is happening all over town and the school's providing some spaces for exactly the scenario we're facing right here. " - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Claremont Zen Garden was quite a nice space. Monica came here occasionally when she needed to cool off a bit, when she didn't want any human contact. It was close to the school buildings, sure, but it was also much less frequented than most other places in the school. And considering Rebel-Monica's behaviour, it was probably a better space to be in than any kind of enclosed room. Those eyes had clearly seen some things. "They did what?" "Yeah." "But why would they…" "The official line's something about terrorism and keeping it in check. Look, I have no idea why, and to be frank, I don't give a #### either. Surrender was never an option, and by now it's definitely too late." "But that's horrible! Sure, the government doesn't have the best track record, but … that? The same people who did all of this for me did that to you?" At least they weren't fighting. That was a big plus. Main-Monica didn't really have much of a reason to involve herself just yet, her two doppelgangers were busy talking with one another. And the longer they were occupied the better for her. Still, what they were talking about was quite … eye-opening, if nothing else. "I'm one of the lucky ones. I knew what getting these powers meant, and I …" Monica recognized that sound quite well. That was the exact point where "calm and collected" got overwhelmed by emotions and buried below it. Rebel-Monica (which was very appropriate of a name as it turned out), did seemingly manage to hold it together, but just about. "So, you." Time to turn the attention away, quickly. "What's this about the war you were talking about?" "Huh? That didn't happen here? It started six years ago. They hoped it'd be a quick invasion and then that'd be it, but then more people got involved, and soon most of the economy was based around war. So, when my powers showed up I decided to do something to help the effort. " "No opposition that you could join?" Rebel-Monica was still not exactly happy, but from the sound of it now she was closer to anger than sadness. Was that better? Probably not. "Mostly spies, some anarchists and more and more rock-throwers. War support's been in the high eighties for most of it, mainly because there's been actual progress. " "But you don't fight in it?" "I would, but they see me as much too valuable. Everybody loves me. I've been at the war zones a few times, but they totally would not allow me to get shot at or maybe even killed. Or worst comes to worst, captured. " "At least we can both agree on that being worse." Yeah, that had relaxed Rebel-Monica again. "Kinda fitting with our powers. The Spirit hates being in chains, but it's damn good at breaking them." Sure, Main-Monica had never been in a situation like that, but all three of them could relate to their powers. "It can do that? " "Yeah, that's something we can do?" Apparently, they couldn't. Both of them looked at each other, and then at Main-Monica, with the same confused expression. Armour-Monica was up first, apparently. "I don't really have any idea what I can do with my powers. Never had much a chance to try it, my handlers think it's too dangerous. " "What about Beth? She essentially showed me all the ropes." "She's probably the war's fiercest public opponent. She's attacked me pretty much since I got my powers. " "And, I imagine…" Main-Monica turned over to face Rebel-Monica. "Yep." She knew what Main-Monica was trying to say, then. "…when I got my powers, she got me into the resistance before their hunters could get me. I got away thanks to her, but she got captured." There it was again, that sound that signified that emotions were starting to become overwhelming. But this time, she didn't stop. "They tried to use her and mom to drag me out, to get the resistance to walk right into a trap…" Monica knew what was about to come, and as much as she did, she still didn't want to actually hear it. "They framed it as a big success in the fight against us terrorists. As the beginning of the final chapter in the fight against us, as the final step." "I saw both of them die on live TV." Neither Monica really knew how to respond, and perhaps that was for the best. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "And that's how you control the burst of light." Monica had wanted to actually get into the Doom Room for this, but as it turned out it was already in use for something urgent. So, instead, the three of her had just gone to one of Claremont's normal basements, where they could easily turn off the light. Beth had used it to explain her powers, so why not do the same. It probably was better not to mention that last part, anyways. "Yeah, that'll come in useful. " Rebel-Monica actually was quite eager about this, from what Main-Monica could tell. (And when it came to herself, she was usually right.) "Okay, so, breaking bonds. This one's a bit of a weird one because the spirit can't seem to make up it's mind about it, but let me try to explain…" Maybe actually understanding their powers would help both of them, Monica thought. And if not, at least she had an opportunity to use hers fully without getting shot at or stabbed for once.
  7. Fortitude: 1d20+6 13
  8. Barrier stood by and listened for now, being her stern self. The new information that was coming in certainly wasn't comforting, but then again, Barrier had highly doubted it would be. She hated to make any unprepared moves, but in a situation, it was hard to tell what any of them could do to prepare. "So, you're saying that this was probably orchestrated in some way?" While it was impossible to see under her helmet, those who knew the Lyankan could tell that right now, she was frowning more than usual. She stepped up, towards Galvanic and Flux, having moved her shield from her back onto the mount on her arm. "I agree with both of you. Unfortunately I do not see an option in which we will be able to figure this out without boots on the ground. " , following that by responding to Moth. "Perhaps those of us who are able to should move individually, then. I doubt it is anything but dangerous, but it means we do not risk damaging the Devotion. "
  9. Bonfire Family Reunion 4:27 AM Cassidy Bauer's Apartment Getting woken up by loud noises was hardly ever a good thing. Especially if they were accompanied by really bright lights of the non-furniture variety. And most of all, if all of this included somebody suddenly standing in the middle of the room. It was one of those situations where being in the trade of justified-by-superpowers vigilantism was quite helpful. It probably had led to the situation in the first place, but it also meant that one wasn't entirely defenceless in it. This was the situation that Cassidy Bauer found himself in now. While his grasp on his powers had perhaps gotten a bit rusty over the past year, his vigilance, fortunately, had not, and he'd woken up immediately, fast enough to see whoever was in his room now fall out of seemingly thin air as if they'd been thrown. Of course, the first step always was to tap into his powers, so that mundane attacks would pass through him. Because this looked like one of those situations. Then again, whoever this was, they probably didn't use mundane attacks, judging by their entrance. He pretended to keep sleeping, actually having his eyes closed (at least to the onlooker, he could actually see just fine), as the person got back on their feet, breathing quite heavily, as if they'd been exhausted. Some clattering as they probably tried to grab something from a utility belt – it was hard to tell when there was no light beyond that of the lamps outside shining inside, followed by a familiar voice, hushed but clearly angry. "####." Was it? Cass' heartbeat rocketed even higher than it had already been, because this … was not good in any way. She (?) pulled out what appeared to be some sort of small ball, which proceeded to coat the room in a soft light, noticeable but not nearly as bright as a proper light. Cass remained calm, the light was sudden but he managed to not flinch. He had to keep up this façade for at least a bit longer. The person had now turned to face him, and he could make out a few things about her(!). Her clothes, a fancy utility vest, a shirt below it, a neck scarf and what appeared to be tac-pants, had all seen better days. They were battered and torn, quite recent from the look of it, with what probably was blood in some places. Two things were more concerning than the outfit, however. As it had turned out, Cass' hunch had been right. The person staring down at him clearly was his sister, even if she looked a lot more worn by stress and combat than he'd remembered her. He'd caught her reaction to seeing his face, which was not a positive one at all. He knew his sister, and that look was one she only gave when she was either really annoyed or really distressed. The gun she was now pointing at his head suggested the former. Without a sign of hesitation, she pulled the trigger. The lack of a sound on the shot made the sleeping Cassidy quickly dissolving into a cloud of smoke louder than this trick usually was. His sister's expression just got ever more serious, as her empty hand lit up, becoming fire in the blink of an eye. "Should've known it wouldn't be this easy. So, where are you hiding?" Cass, for his part, was caught with his pants down by this situation. Somewhat literally perhaps, even. He had no idea what was going on – why his sister had just shown up in his room, why she looked like she'd just waded through the jungle, why she had tried to kill him, and perhaps most importantly, why she had powers of her own. He maneuvered himself into a position where he hopefully was safe from any fire-blasts (explaining those to the landlord would be interesting should it come to that, he realized), and began to speak. "Charlie? What the hell is going on here? What are you doing?" She immediately turned around, facing him head-on despite his invisibility, and further charging up a fireball in her hand. "You're one of the ones that don't know, then? Good, makes this entire thing easier." "Know what? What would I be part of? Why are you doing this? And since when do you have powers?" "Need a forward base to message HQ. Gonna do this world some good and take you out while doing so. " Damn, she was, despite the literal flame that was where her arm should be, ice-cold. She didn't mess around. Cass still didn't understand much more, but this clearly wasn't like the past few hitmen that had been sent his way. "Wait, who did I piss off this time? After over a year I'd hoped they wouldn't send any more hitmen after me. Or is this about Beacon? Did I #### up my marketing that badly?" "Ah please, as if Neutron would pull something like this. No idea what your marketing thing is, but that won't get you out of this. This is about all the stuff you pull … in the mists." Her disgust became apparent at those last few words. "God, do I hate that term. " "The what now?" "Come on Cass, don't play dumb. The drugs, the weapons, the information. You know damn well what I mean. And taking out the architect of FC's underworld is gonna do more than enough good to have to deal with that infraction." "I still have no idea what you're talking about, I swear. That sounds like Solemn or Ph0enix or somebody, but not me!" "Cut the Bullshit. Shifting the blame away from you won't help, I've seen all of that enough. I'd let you get in some last words, but that's backfired enough already. " The fireball had by now grown to quite a size, easily as large as Charlie's torso. She didn't fire it forward however – clearly she knew what Cass knew, namely that a fireball wouldn't be able to hurt him that easily. Instead, she moved it towards her other hand, still holding the gun. Now that there was some proper light in the room, the gun was clearly bleeding-edge technology, just from the look. It folded open, and sucked in the fireball in an unnervingly short period of time, as Charlie aimed the shot. "CHARLIE, WAIT! CAVE OATH!" That seemed to make her hesitate for just a moment. Invoking that most holy and cherished bond of their siblinghood was perhaps just what Cass needed right now. "That's new. Fine, I'm intrigued, you get some last words. " "There's some sort of massive misunderstanding here. I think I finally have some rough idea what you're talking about. You aren't my Charlie, are you? As in, you're not from this world?" "Right." "And clearly I'm not the first me you've met. Except that those all were … not me? Tied up in some bad ####, from the sound of it." "Right." "But I've never done any of those things you've listed! I've gone after them, sure … and I worked together with some info brokers before, but all of those had a noble goal. No trafficking or whatever else not-me may have done!" "So you say. " "Is there any way I can prove it?" "Leviathan?" "Went radio silent a while ago, no idea what he's up to." "Ph0enix?" "Disappeared off the grid after everything. I've got some alerts out, apparently she changed her name. I imagine she's still in the biz somehow." "So she's alive?" "Yeah. " "Solemn?" "Locked up, last I heard. There was a scare during a prison break a while ago, but he never made it outside the gates." "His armour?" "At Leviathan's Lair, last I checked. There was some stuff with a few hackers, but it didn't lead to anything." "Ever take it apart?" "No clue. He may have, but not that he told me. " "And what's this about marketing?" "Beacon. It's my job, and the reason I've essentially dropped off the heroing radar this past year. Freelance Marketing and PR, pays quite well. Enough to finally leave the Fens. " Charlie lowered her gun, which vented off some excess heat. Cass had a realization upon seeing that, so that had been how his sister managed to see him even in this form. --------------- "So, let me get this straight: In most universes, you have my powers. A lot of them, including your original one, I die, and the ones where I don't and also have powers, I'm usually some kind of mob boss?" "You're generally independent for the most part, but yeah." "And you're part of some sort of dimensional peacekeepers, who ended up in this universe after your teleporter broke during a fight?" "Yes." "With whom?" "Can't tell you. For the sake of you, me, and this world." "And you're saying that your …thingymajick is picking up that something's wrong with this world? And that … more of this could happen? Because of how you got here, or is it independent of that?" "No idea. Fifty-fifty on that one. All I know is that its readings are off the charts, and that's bad no matter what else." Cassidy got up and stretched. By now the sun was showing its face over the horizon, and after the x-th cup (he'd lost track), he finally felt somewhat awake, too. "Say, do you have more of that fancy equipment of yours? " "Why?" "'cause if more of me are gonna show up we better be ready. "
  10. "No idea where to, honestly. Or if there even is such a thing. I just overheard Jenny and her clique talking about some school trip by the lockers earlier. She doesn't necessarily strike me as somebody who'd make that up out of nowhere." Freedom Hall, huh? Monica had spent quite a bit of time there, she was even willing to wager that she'd spent more time there than the rest of the room combined. Beth had arranged for her to stay there when she'd needed to disappear for a bit after getting her powers. On her other visits to FC, Monica had usually stayed in a hotel (including during the Invasion, a memory she still preferred to ignore as good as possible), but she'd still been in the Hall occasionally. Monica got up from the couch, stretching a bit before walking towards Reina. Monica had not seen her before, and it was good to get introductions out of the way quickly. She sat down by her and the others, although her interest in the puzzle was limited. She still had her textbook on her, after all. She nodded to Reina as she sat down, then turned to address the entire room again. "I mean, if you're interested in a tour of Freedom Hall, including the parts you wouldn't usually see, let me know. I'm sure I can get us in. "
  11. Powers I believe the Talon Costume should cost 16PP? If it's Hard to lose, ie. 4 per rank, that adds up to 16.
  12. This was bad. Really bad. Monica could just about see Aja sprinting by towards Corinne. The latter of which hit the ground in a way that was, at the very least, not pleasant, and would likely have some consequences. Not that Monica could tell, because just as that happened, smoke filled the room. She could just about see her hands before her face but not much else, and certainly not the various people moving around the room. Just hitting one of them would be risky, chances were pretty high she'd hit somebody that was on her side. Her powers, meanwhile, were just as useful in this situation, ie. not at all. Light didn't really help inside smoke, unless she wanted to paint a target on her back, which she most certainly didn't. At this point, she was entirely useless, in a situation where she really couldn't afford to be. She couldn't wait for the smoke to clear either, that would take too long. The one thing she could do, perhaps, was move towards where Corinne had been. Whoever was trying to kidnap her would be close, after all. She couldn't jump it – too risky without seeing the wall or anything in the way – but she could push forwards. She had a pretty good idea of where everybody was, so she walked forward at a nice pace, before noticing a silhouette in front of her. It was pretty easy to tell that this was one of the kidnappers, considering the person was currently holding Corinne and didn't fit Aja's profile. This was about the right moment to spring into action then, Monica had managed to delay doing so until she had an opportunity to strike properly. She brought her elbow up, and seizing the moment, smashing it directly into the side of the person she'd just come across.
  13. Unarmed Attack: 1d20+13 31 Let me know if I need to roll for Concealment, otherwise, I imagine that'll hit and I'll throw the post up.
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