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Spitfire looked around, his eyes narrowing. "Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and call horse hockey on this 'un darlin'." At the mention of consort Spitfire grimaced and pushed himself in front of Hermes. "Oh he's just decided that has he now? What about what Scion here wants eh? You know who just goes around claiming people as their consorts? Mysoginists do." Maxie turned back to Scion and his face softened a bit. "Look, Scion, admittedly we don't know each other that well, and I don't know much about this place, or these people, but I do know one thing: You're your own person, you decide what's best for you. I don't know if you can tell but this whole thing is a lie and this guy," Maxie pointed to Hermes, "Is tryin' to sell ya a Buick with no wheels on it. Whatya say we get outta here huh? You still owe me that coffee remember? Can't really get good coffee in fake rooms... unless you count Starbucks."
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When first the man fell, Maxie tensed, breathing in a sharp intake of air then setting it aflame in his stomach, ready to let loose a conflagaration of chaos upon the first bigoted soul to take advantage of the gathering chaos. But as the lights and Asli's voice washed over him he felt his muscles relax, his hands, which he hadn't noticed had balled into fists, unclenched and he smothered the fire in his belly with a sigh. It seemed that things were returning to normal, well as normal as things get with a dead pig and a dead man in the middle of a concert. Having no stomach for confrontation anymore, Maxie moved to the nearest wall and leaned against it, waiting for the hubbub to die down and the concert to restart, if it would. If not, it was always good to stay on hand in case the crowd decided to panic again. Maxie knew breathing fire wasn't be best way to calm people down, but he also knew from his days in the carnival how to work a crowd, and how to talk. Afer all, heroing wasn't always about blasting things, it was sometimes about being the calm voice in the maelstrom, the leader on the battlefield. He was feeling whimsical when he thought to himself We do our best protecting not with swords, but with words and the resolve to stand between the many and the few.
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Colt raised an eyebrow and turned a faux indignant nose into the air at the comment. "I'll have you know ma'am that I am a Junior in highschool! Harumph and whatnot!" Colt then turned serious and looked around at the scene. "So what's the story here? She still inside? I think maybe since rushing in was not so awesome an idea last time," Colt spared a sidelong glance at Pacer when saying this, "maybe we should forumulate a plan, get a lay of the land, that sorta thing. Who's in charge right now? Have I asked enough questions yet?" Colt smiled and then turned to his fellow speedsters, "What's the plan?"
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works for me
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That'll be my 1 plus my will which doesn't even come close so Spitfire is like, super chill right now
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Breakneck: All My Exes Live In Texas (5 posts) Spitfire: The New White Knights (1 Post) Hell Isn't Good... It's Hell! (1 Post)
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Colt's brow furrowed. "If he's comin' to find us, he won't have to look hard. I'ma tan his hide somethin' fierce,' Colt then turned to Hyperactive. "Don't reckon it's much of a coincidence that both of our ex girlfriends go on a tear at the exact same time. Think maybe this Haephestus got yer girl riled up too?" Breakneck then turned to Pacer. "You uh... you got any crazy exes we need to be on the loookout fer? Would like a heads up now that we know what we're dealin' with. Well, sorta know what we're dealing with."
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Would like to try and use Diplomacy to calm Lurlene and keep her from freaking out so she'll answer all the questions. using an HP for beginner's luck on it. Diplomacy Check: 1d20+7 26 That ain't bad!
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Colt frowned and closed his eyes. No longer anywhere near mad at Lurlene, he saw her now as the victim, not as the bad guy. She had been taken advantage of by someone with bigger goals, or simply a sadist that liked to ruin lives and didn't much care for speedsters. Colt looked into Lurlenes eyes and held her face up to his by the chin before speaking very slowly, trying his best to keep her calm and engaged. "I believe you Lurlene, I do. At this point it doesn't really matter what I believe. What will help is if you tell us where this Hephaestus is. I'll testify at your trial that I believe you were under coercion, that at least I can do." After the cop showed them the phone Colt turned to Hyperactive "Who's Nitrous?"
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well, it's more in my head this way, we watch something happen to you, we react to it, for instance we watch this whole godhood ascension thing happen, you are all wrapped up in it, believing it, which the demon insidiuously feeds on, hoping you'll stay in that room forever, we do our best to talk you into leaving the room, maybe something like that
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Colt eyed Lurlene carefully. He couldn't tell if this was some sort of trick, he hoped it wasn't. He prayed that it wasn't. Carefully, Colt took the gun from Lurlene's hands and spoke softly to her. "Lotta people have been hurt sweetness. You done a bad thing, and I need you to tell me what you remember ok? You tell me everything you know, and we promise, we will help you. Let's start easy ok, just start from the beginning, and try to remember everything, any little detail can help" Colt remember hearing that one on cop shows a lot, he thought he might try it out, see how it fits. Utlimately, with a grimace to himself, he decided he didn't like it, since he had no shades to wear and take off to make a pun. Breakneck shook his head and scolded himself for trying to make light of the situation, even if only in his head. He knew it was a defense mechanism, he knew he was only doing it to distract him from the pain this whole thing had caused, both to him, and the poor people in the chapel.
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Spitfire couldn't see much of what was happening as he was on the fringes of the crowd, but he heard the distinct sound of alarm, and confusion and could see while standing on his tip toes smoke of some sort. Deciding that if the situation called for a little hero-ing, he should probably be nearby. Spitfire used all his southern charm when jostling people to get by that he could muster in the hopes that hurt feelings didn't coincide with the stepped on toes as he made his way through the crowd. "Is one night out without something bursting into flames to much ta ask 'round these parts?" There was a smile on his lips as he muttered this to himself and thought, While I'm around? Yes, yes it is too much to ask.
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Spitfire enjoyed watching both Scion's optimism and Vita's quizzicality at the preceedings. The ever shifting hallway pattern did cause him some mild nausea, but he just burned that way with fire, or more likely, stubborn determination. Spitfire took Vita's hand and hauled himself through the doorway as well, then doing his best Ricky Ricardo impersonation yelled "Honey, I'm home!" Spitfire then looked to Vita "Yer right, now's prolly not the time or place, but I'm always interested in learnin' new things. You ever want to sit down and discuss it while I give you a tattoo you let me know." That did remind him of a strange question he wanted to ask. "Hey Scion, since yer a god 'n all, would I be able to even tattoo ya? I mean, would it stick, or would it just be, I dunno, "rejected" as it were?" It was apparent that Vita's curious nature as somewhat infectious as Spitfire rarely ever found himself asking these questions, or any questions for that matter. He knew he was more of a breath fire and ask questions later kind of guy.
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Spitfire's eyebrows shot up, "Bonds? Hold up there buddy, me and Scion here only met once before and there wasn't all that much "bonding" as it were, at least not in, ya know, that sense." Looking from Scion to Vita, Spitfire coughed a little. "Oh, that's uh, that's not what you meant." Spitfire cleared his throat and looked over to Scion and did his best to change the conversation and draw attention away from himself "So yeah, Scion, what's being a god like?" Nervousness was evident in his speech but he tried to play it off as best he could.
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Spitfire's grin grew wider still. "Boy, I like you, you talk funny just like me! No, I'm from Freedom City, but also from all over the states. Of course, if episodes o' Star Trek have taught me anything, is that that doesn't necessarily mean we ain't all from different dimensions, but the same city. I suppose Scion and I having met before does help put a damper on that theory though. I think it's safe to assume we're all from the same place. Scion here was fighting a metal bull out front of the coffee shop I was at. I ran to help, there was some sorta explosion, and now here we are. How we are here, I haven't the foggiest as I didn't exactly receive formal education while in the carnival circuit." Spitfire continued to look around, concern creasing his brow for the first time. "All being equal, prolly best to, as you put it, egress the hell outta here as fast as possible." Looking up and down the hallway, Spitfire said, "Which way, ya think?"
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If there's anything Spitfire hates, it's being in the presence of Goddesses with a coffee stained shirt, but there was nothing for it. "Heya Scion, darlin'! You know you owe me a coffee now for making me spill this one all over mah shirt. Or you could always take me to dinner instead." The last part he said with a little wink before turning to regard their surroundings. "I don't think nice is exactly how I'd put it, but to each their own. I take it this ain't familiar to ya? What about you, uh, sorry didn't catch yer name sir?" Spitfire looked at the man and gave him a fang-filled smile. "This yer home?"
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Maxie was sipping his coffee, piping hot like he liked it, when an ear splitting boom made him spill it on his shirt "Sonuva-" he started to exclaim when he saw the giant metal bull and the goddess struggling in the middle of the road. Then, he smiled broadly. "See, this is why I missed this place!" With that he hurried out into the street, fire already starting to billow out of his mouth when the insanely dark explosion rocked him backwards both enveloping him and sending him flying back towards the coffee shop. Maxie's only thought was, as he flew through the air, I hope my favorite jeans don't get messed up when I break my neck on the bricks back there!
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tagged!
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oh if we want to go in order that's good too, that'll be an 18 then, much better!
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I'll use my 5 which makes it 15
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Seeing Pacer's lack of success made Breakneck anxious. If a seasoned speedster like her couldn't hit Lurlene it meant whatever Lurlene had injected herself with was serious stuff, and possibly had serious side effects. Seeing nothing else for it but to take her down quickly, so that they could get her the help she needed, Breakneck launched himself at Lurlene. In similar fashion to Pacer, Breakneck whirled around Lurlene landing blow after blow seemingly almost simultaneously from every direction. Breakneck had more luck as he felt his punches land with sound barrier breaking speed, the last of which was a dizzying uppercut that caught Lurlene squarely under her chin. The blows were enough he knew to knock down even the strongest of normal humans, but to his surprise Lurlene still stood, if a bit bruised and wobbly on her feet. Breakneck didn't like hitting girls, but she was leaving no other options for him. "It's time to end this Lurlene," he said. "You've hurt people and possibly yerself. You wanted my attention, you got it, now let's see what you got!"
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no problem! Welcome back Kolo!
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Tag! Never done this before but here's some rolls for me as well : 10#1d20 8 19 1 19 8 2 20 8 10 5
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While not his usual scene, Maxie had been cooped up in his trailer as of late since returning to Freedom City and started to get a little stir crazy. He liked all types of music, but was partial to the heavier rock and metal, but that didn't stop him from appreciating a good beat or talent in all aspects and musical genres. It was good to be surrounded by people again, even if he wasn't the center of attention this time. When in crowds he always found himself missing his days as a carnie. Considering that the crowd was dressed so eclectically Maxie had no qualms about wearing his black leather get up to this shindig, he felt if anything it would help him fit in even more. Maxie turned to the pretty brunette who he had been talking to before getting lost in his own thoughts. "My apologies darlin' what was it you were sayin'? Crowds always get me distracted, but that's no excuse when engaging in discourse with such a beautiful and elegant lady as yerself," Maxie winked at the girl and she giggled before continuing to tell him about how great the DJ was they were about to see.
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that sounds fine to me who wants to GM this thread?
