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I'll dump him in the Shadow Zone per the ic. I'm leaving him close to the Attometer, not in it, but in visual distance. As a note, time flows differently in the Shadowzone. What might be minutes for us could be seconds, minutes, hours, days... years. Or other wonky time effects. Just wanted to throw that out there.
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Hyperactive smelled his hand and then, likely to the horror of Weekend Man, licked it. Cornstarch. He spat on the ground. "Be right back." Hyperactive said locking his face shield in place. He was off to the hospital. Faster than usual. In a split second he was over the bank manager. His hand reached down and he grabbed him. In a split second he charged at the wall. He dragged him outside and let go. As the man fell, Hyperactive looped around the earth. As he edged in on the speed of light, the world blueshifting around him, he grabbed the man. The two should have broken physics. And to some extent they did. Hyperactive felt the heat and saw the red lightning ripping across the sky. He let the man go and he fell to the black sand. "Welcome to the Shadow Zone!" Hyperactive screamed over the howling winds. "I'll be back! Why don't you think about what you've done and we can talk with all your friends."
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Notice check: 1d20+8 25 Ok well time to use a skill I never get to use! Disable Device check: 1d20+12 21 So while still invisible I'm going to go ahead and take out something that looks important beneath the car. Hopefully the brake line or fuel line. If that is not a way I can use that skill I will figure something else out.
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Hyperactive made a quick decision. Hero triage as Condor or mom or anyone else would have called it. If anyone was looking at the man bleeding on the floor they would have seen him, and then quite suddenly they wouldn't. For good reason. Hyperactive had taken him. In a blur of motion he got the man to a hospital and left a note: Urgent, multiple GSWs. "Ok so I got the only visibly injured person out." Hyperactive said quickly. "I'm not sure if anyone noticed. Did you hear any gunshots?"
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"Well let's see!" Hyperactive replied. He started off with a few quick laps of the building. The world seemed frozen. He zipped about it at hypersonic speed. Making note of any big bold doors. Then he looked for any other ways in, and made note of the security system. He could probably break in fairly easily, and well not like it would be the first time today. Finally Hyperactive looked out for anything that resembled a way out. These banditos could have all the headstart in the world. If hyperactive knew where they were going they wouldn't get away. Hyperactive stopped at the back door. For him it was a few minutes, in reality it was a few thousandths of a second. He looked it over and pulled it wide open. In a blur of motion he grabbed Weekend Man and had him at the back door before the other hero could blink. "Back door!" He declared as he let the other hero get his bearings. "I can scout it out invisibly gimme a sec."
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Kid Kamehameha leapt in to help his new ally. Ku had given him some instruction in tactics. With a quick bound Kimo was in position. Kid Kamehameha smashed both hands together. He had closed so that the resultant blast wave would catch as many of the masked thugs as well as hitting at least one truck. There was a loud crack and the pressure wave was almost visible as it emanated from the Kid's hands.
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Kid K will go with a Shockwave! DC 19 reflex save to half damage. He's going for the trucks and as many of the bound guys as he can get.
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Hyperactive rolled out his shoulders and ankles. He wasn't waiting for an answer. "Be right back. There's some ships in the harbor. If we aren't careful they could get thrown inwards." Hyperactive darted out of the hotel. His feet dashed over the water until he got to the boats. One boat was falling through the air off a wave. The world seemed slow. Hyperactive raised his arm and aimed at the falling boat. He felt the kinetic energy change to potential energys he stopped it falling. He dashed up the wave and grabbed the two kids first. In an instant he was back in the hotel. He let them go on the floor and zipped out throwing the parents over each shoulder. Boom. Back to hotel. He grabbed the couple who were on the next boat and dropped them off before draining the kinetic energy out of that boat. He repeated the process on each boat he found. The next boat had an older couple who he gently placed in the lobby. A single man was on the next boat. The last boat was weird. One middle aged lady with three dozen cats had been in the yacht. He had brought her back to the hotel and then made a few trips back and forth for the cats. "Ok that's all the yachts frozen and everyone evacuated!" Hyperactive retracted his lower face shield. He put his hands on his knees and panted heavily. "Why are there so many cats? Where are we putting people? Are there any other heroes here?"
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PC Hyperactive liked neither the ominous skittering nor the way all eight of those spider eyes were on him. If they weren't small those things were clearly gigantic. And if they were small, well he might never look at spiders the same way again. "Those could be fake. Maybe giant robot spiders?" Hyperactive asked as he locked his face shield in place. "I'm gonna kick it and find out." In a burst of speed Hyperactive hit the side of the empty building and darted up it. With a flip he slammed his heel straight into the creature. The blow was solid, there was a thud. Not like hitting metal, or like hitting flesh. It was like, well like hitting a crab. It was almost a click and then a scrape. Hyperactive ran over the Spider and up the building. The spider hissed a bubbling vicious hiss mixed with the clicking of fangs. It aimed it's ire almost at where Hyperactive was, it had better reflexes than your average street thug, but couldn't turn fast enough on the Speedster. "It's real! It's very real! And very angry! Hyperactive shouted looking down from the top of the fake building.
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Ok so Hyperactive is gonna go for this first spider! Kick that spider: 1d20+10 24 Which means the spider has to make a DC 25 toughness save Toughness save: 1d20+6 25 whelp it takes no damage... Hyperactive is going to run to the top of the building.
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Ok Hyperactive Initiative: 1d20+12 29 Spiders initiative : 1d20+3 10
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Hey so if there's anything that needs changing with that let me know.
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Bluff check: 1d20+1 21 Ha ha ha! The Hollywood air seems to have not only inspired Hyperactive to try acting it seems to have made him an ok liar just this once!
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Hyperactive glanced over his shoulder. The man in costume approaching was a familiar sight. "You're the Weekend Man right?" Hyperactive smiled. "I'm Hyperactive, you know Waco Warriors? Believe me everyone who's even remotely a Texas hero I keep tabs on hoping they join the Warriors." Anything to make them seem less like a college club and more of a legitimate team of Super Heroes. Not that everyone on the team was happy with that. "I tried to contact you a while back. Don't think anything ever got to you." "Anyways. I think they have blasting charges on the vault door. At least I hope that's what that noise was. Anyway. Bombs. Somewhere. Definitely guns and civilians. I can phase straight through the door, but I'm gonna make a scene. Last thing I want is people getting shot." Hyperactive stopped. Glanced at Weekend Man to make sure he was following. "Any and all help is appreciated."
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"Quiet on the set." Hyperactive whispered as he hushed the phone. He had some good and some bad ideas. This was the best idea he had come up with, but he wasn't too sure how great an idea that made it. "Job's done!" Chirped Hyperactive. "But see about payment." Hyperactive paused. "There was a complication. There was a hero. A super hero." Hyperactive held a finger to his lips for quiet as he flipped the phone to speaker. He turned to Zyte and mouthed: Record this.
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"How far can you call Gabriel?" Hyperactive asked. "Cause I can run people in pretty fast. If you and Grim go in we might have a chance of setting this peacefully." "It seems like it would be a bad idea to have all of us show up at once, especially if some of us won't be able to speak their language at all." Hyperactive added. "But if it does come to blows, if the rest of us are nearby we can come in and be the cavalry. Especially if we're out of sight to begin with it won't seem like we're setting a trap. But all y'all won't be really out numbered."
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"Yeah I'd agree they seemed a bit-" Hyperactive paused and processed at super speed. "Rehearsed. Like they were acting. Even as they were pulling the job." Hyperactive took one of the phones and punched the number in. He didn't call just yet though. Something was off. "Distasteful? The movies, methods, or heroes?" Hyperactive asked Zyte. The guy had pretty good taste. Gaudy? Maybe. Over the top? Definitely. Showboat? Yep. But those last two were Hyperactive as well. He liked big personalities. "Well there's one really great way to find out if she hired them." Hyperactive called the number. "Hi can I speak to Miss Bloom?"
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"Well we definitely do not know they are after Parrot." Hyperactive said as he got down low. "But let's see what this turns up." Hyperactive went through every pocket on these guys. It was as thorough a search as could be done in public. His body a blur as he went over every inch of them.
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Using quickness 10, gonna take 20 on that. Not sure how upgrades after a thread starts work, so st least 27, maybe 29.
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Hyperactive heard the horn and sprung forward. The world went slow. So so so slow. It was a great feeling, seeing the world freeze as he took off. He had his racing playlist going in the background, but he was also at this moment just keeping up with the rest of the racers. <Focus, you can fangirl later big bro> the text appeared on his HUD. Hyperactive smiled at 2.0's writing. When he heard the announcement over his headset Hyperactive tapped his earpiece again to switch to the channnel with DM2 on the other line. "Copy that 2.0?" The girl was quick, made her an asset. She had the brains of a super computer and Hyperactive was counting the days when she'd be switching from the Seasonal's dopey red and orange to the Attometer's sleek black and green. That would be a great day. There was a flash in each upper right corner of the helmet as the best route DM2 could come up with. The text appeared as well. <Got it boss!> she couldn't speak at this speed, but she was doing her best to get everything set up. It was good having the technopath on his bench. She'd also be unavailable when they hit the far parts of the states, but he'd deal with that when he got there. Hyperactive adjusted his course and kept pace with the other speedsters.
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Hey EP? How big is this island? Is it small enough that Hyperactive can take 20 on a search Check for people and check the entire island in a short amount of time?
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PC "Good to see you Deetra." Gear said as he bent down to let her kiss him. He had a soft spot for pinks. He had a pink who used the designation 777, Lucky the boys called him. He had been Xor'cran's most trusted informant, confidant, and advisor. "Hello Sindra." Gear said as he sat Cain in the corner. Then he put down the two cages. There was the sound of scratching and crying from the cages. "You ever hear of Za'aki Sky Tyrants? Apparently the juveniles fetch a pretty penny. Cain is trying to meet a contact in Bugtown."
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Hyperactive walked up to the front. Which was still faster than most people would ever go in their lives. Now of course this wasn't a job that necessarily needed a super hero to do. But, and this was important. The next bit was very very very critically integrally important. He Was Bored. There hadn't been really anything else to do. So he was going to do some good work and stretch out his legs. He searched the whole building's outside quickly but carefully. Then he took a look at the door. He cracked his fingers and pulled out his small set of lock breaking tools. He rolled out his neck. Time to get to work.
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In a blur of movement Hyperactive brought the other two thugs over. Then in a flash he grabbed his still falling coin out of the air. He rushed over to the nurse still holding his phone, stopped, grabbed it from her hands. "Thank you miss." He smiled. "You might want to see if those bullets hit anyone. If so tell me and I can get them to a hospital faster than an ambulance. You're absolutely all right now, no one is going to hurt you." "Blacklisted? Why?" He looked over from Zane! at Zyte. "Your research turn up anything on anyone else in there who might have been well, worth killing. I mean why off Parrot? Old man doesn't even seem like he has the wealth to steal after killing him. Could be personal. But anyone I know with a beef is pretty dead."
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Ok with both of those rolls you'd know that there are plenty of alien cultures which mix art and tech. Lots that mix art and functionality. But there's really only one culture which creates tech that puts art into functionality that no one is likely to see. The Xobron are a race on the other side of Lor space. Xobron tend to have a... bad reputation. They tend to get known as criminals. Though maybe that's just the ones who leave the homeworld. As a note Gear is a Xobron.