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  1. Spitfire knows nothing! He just likes to talk
  2. Max nodded and turned to the police officers. "Give us just a sec, would ya fellas?" Without waiting for a response Max walked down the corridor to stand in front of the coffee machine, and started pouring himself a cup. He was exhausted, and needed the boost. "Okay, friend, I suppose introductions are in order. Name's Spitfire when I'm on duty. Sorry if I came off a little brusque back there, it's been a night and I'm more than a little miffed that Flare got away from me, though not sure what I'd be able to do to her, as she happens to be immune to fire just like me so I'm a bit out of my wheelhouse with her. Anyways, what you got? I hope it's a line on where she or some of these others thugs might be." Max sipped the coffee and grimaced. It was weak, cold, and of course the sugar was out so it tasted basically like an old gym sock. Shrugging, Max started to gulp it down.
  3. Max put a hand on the bird man's chest. "Easy there friend. I went through a lot of trouble getting blown up to save your feathers and I'm not about to let all that effort go to waste by letting you fly off again half cocked. You wanna track these guys down, you're gonna have to take me with you, and we're gonna do it smart, not just, well, whatever it was you thought you were doin' last time. Flare and I have some unfinished business. Where you think she would go to ground? You get her you get who she's supplyin'. Besides, you could do with a little more rest before heading back out, those Beastly Boys beat you something good before I got em off ya." Max offered a tired smile to the young feathered hero. It was obvious to him this man was direct, which he usually appreciated, but this was bigger than just some gangs and Max had learned in the circus that if you wanna put on a proper show you have to plan.
  4. Max looked down at the tatters of his riding jacket and cursed. He hadn't even noticed the damage to his wardrobe. "Damn but these things are expensive. Well I didn't get a proper look at the hardware but it was high tech weaponry of some sort. Like I said before that Flare lady shot at bird guy and hit the bag with a magnesium flare. Was running out of time so I just jumped on the bag to contain the explosion. Lucky to be alive I guess is what I should say. I'm sure y'all are aware of the uptick of gang activity lately, heard that new gangs are popping up and they have serious mojo, enough to already be running guns in a big way, like what went down tonight. There was the Beastly Boys there, took care of them, but also an older man who took off as soon as I lit the place up. Flare stuck around to yell at me for costing her millions in guns. I'm not too broken up about it." As they wheeled away the bird person Max said to the receptionist, "Hey let me know what room they put that guy in ok? Need to ask him some questions when he wakes up. Thanks!" Max turned back to the squat officer. "Anything else I can help you with officer?"
  5. Max sighed and took the radio. "Alright so listen up, short red hair, black clothes head to toe, two flare guns, belly button ring, legs that go all the way up, that sorta thing. Medium height, pale skin, hot. As in immune to fire. Goes by the name Flare." Max handed back the radio and smiled, till he rememberd something. "Crap! I forgot to feed the meter!" Max reached back up and grabbed the radio again. "Also don't impound the motorcycle at the park with the green and white flame paint job. I'll pick it up after getting out of the hospital."
  6. Max thought it over, there was a chance he'd just end up in police custody if he got into that car, but the other guy was in need of medical attention. It wouldn't be the first time he spent the night in jail, and if he had to come up with bail money he knew who he could ask. Nodding, Spitfire stood and carried Bird of Arms to the patrol car, doing his best to set him gently in the back seat. "Alright gentleman, let's get this guy to the hospital, on the way I'll give you a description of the Flare woman and maybe you guys put out an APB? Just sayin' that's what I'd do if I were a cop." Max smiled his best disarming smile. Which probably made him look a little manic or evil with the fangs and red eyes.
  7. Ok so Moctezuma is well and truly screwed with this Kraken holding his ship so he's going to try and destroy the Kraken with a tornado of coins Attack roll Power Attack vs Kraken: 1d20+7 17 It's autofire so it beats defense by a lot since it's defense is 0 That's a DC 29 toughness save for the beast
  8. The Black Flag shook and rolled, the Skeleton Crew doing their best to stay on deck. Due to the extended battle much of the paraphernalia on deck was not lashed down, and barrels and the like struck members of the crew. While painful, the intended effect took place and several coins tinkled off the ship and into the sea having been dislodged from the bodies of the Skeleton Crew. Many of the crew were seriously injured by the jostling, but to undead that was less a problem and more a nuisance. However at least three of the crew seemed none the worse for wear and were still aboard ship while many others had gone overboard.
  9. Max blew out an exasperated sigh. He had apparently not been stopped the MENSA members of Freedom City's finest. He made sure to speak in slow and exact tones. "Okay fellas, okay, let's take this from the top. My name is Spitfire, you may have heard of me, maybe not, doesn't matter. As far as the winged guy, I'm not sure who he is, I was taking him to get medical attention. I was out here tonight to check out reports of gang activity. Thought I'd lend a hand, ya know. Turns out there was a high tech weapons deal going down. Before I could act to defuse the situation, this man," Max said nodding towards the unconscious avian, "Swooped in and took the bag of high tech weapons from a woman who calls herself Flare. She shoots at him, misses and hits the bag, bag is on fire and then all of a sudden, this guy drops out of the sky for no apparent reason. The Beastly Boys jump on him, so I take em out. Then looks like the bag is gonna explode since it was hit with a flare gun, so I jump on top of the bag to ensure no one else but me gets blown up. It blows up, I'm hurt, and the lady named Flare runs off. She's a meta of some sort, immune to fire just like me. Anyways she runs off because she hears you folks coming. Ran in that direction over there. I figure I'd be stuck answering questions all night if I stuck around, so I decide to hoof it, try and get this guy some medical help, then try and pick up this Flare's trail. However being blown up kinda takes it out of you, so I'm not able to go full tilt, and rather than lead you all on a merry chase, I decide to stop and answer questions, like an upstanding citizen. Get all that?" Max sat back to wait for the bevy of questions to come his way, and, of course, to repeat the story over and over again so the cops could look for holes. Thinking about the whole process made his eyes droopy. He was tired, he needed rest, he needed to find Flare. She was probably out there right now, burning things or people. It sucked sometimes, being the good guy.
  10. Max blew out a breath having only gone a few hundred feet and already winded. Leading a cop in a car chase along the streets of Freedom City wasn't exactly a way to endear you as a hero to the community, no matter how time consuming explaining everything would be. Plus he figured the medical attention the unconscious man would get from paramedics would far outstripe his own untrained hand. Max slowed to a walk and sat the limp body on a park bench before sitting down himself next to him, putting his arms above his head, not so much as a sign of surrender, but as a way to open his lungs and get more oxygen. "Evenin' officer! Don't suppose you radioed your buddies to tell 'em which way the villain went did ya? Would really make my night if y'all could catch her since she basically blew me up." Max spit out what must have been his tenth glob of blood. He was pretty sure internal bleeding was a factor.
  11. Ok so, with that roll you are able to tell with your vast knowledge of both the undead, cursed pirates and pirate things, and how magic works, that if it were possible to sever Moctezuma's link to the treasure then it is possible that the treasure would no longer be cursed, or if it still was, wouldn't be controlled by Moctezuma. His shade seems to be inextricably tied to the treasure so this could work both ways. Get rid of Moctezuma and the treasure is free, get rid of the treasure and Moctezuma is free. So too would be the souls of all those touched by the treasure, including the ghost of the ship.
  12. The hull creaked and groaned but due to what could only be herculean amounts of mystical energy, stayed intact. The Skeleton Crew for their part moved to surround and attack Flintlock in a semicircle, they cutlasses and machetes and other stabbing implements having no effect. It may have been hopeful thinking but it seemed like there was hesitation with every thrust, just enough for Flintlock to dodge. Moctezuma was luckier. Another volley of coins rose in the air, twirling around above the head of Flintlock, then in unison they all shot towards her, small spinning discs of death. Today it was a literal truth. Money was the root of all evil. Or at least, at the command of it.
  13. ok so the toughness save: toughness save: 1d20+17 35 and you get an HP (that's 2 total I believe) for the crew being mind controlled. They'll all turn on your and attack to make it easier they'll combined attack with just one of them so Attack roll (combined attacking): 1d20+5 7 no hit! Moctezuma will now do things like the shooting of coins at Flintlock! Coin Shot: 1d20+10 21 barely hits! Gonna be a DC 25 Toughness save for Flintlock Also give me another KN: Arcane check now that you've physically seen how the treasure and Moctezuma operate
  14. He'll be running, he can not fly, has a speed of 4 I think, going to his trailer in Southside seems the best place
  15. Max strode into the barn and looked at all those assembled, the few there were and grinned wolfishly, then rubbed his bald head. The new tattoo on the back of his head, which was an octopus made of fire whose tentacles came up around the side of his head and stopped just over the ears looked like it was squirming and writhing when he did so, but it was just a trick of the skin and movement. "Heya, Grim! Long time no kidnapped to other dimensions with! So what exactly did ya drag me out here for? I had assumed you wanted alone time, but I can see by the company that ain't the case." Max winked playfully, obviously giving Grim a hard time. She was a strange one, to be sure, and she was powerful, that much was obvious, but Max liked her. She was fun, didn't take things too seriously all the time, and always proved to have interesting things happen around her, so that was all Max needed to know when he'd been called here. He was sure it would end with him having a good time, or setting fire to some otherworldly baddie or villain. Either way Max was excited to be a part of it. Max sat down across from Shrike and waved at her, then turned his attention to the older man. "Nice ta meet ya sir, name's Spitfire. You can call me Max or Maxie. I'd like to thank you for the hospitality, and the trust! Not everyone would be this cool and relaxed having a firebreather in a barn! It's very forward thinking of you!"
  16. Spitfire watched the girl run off into the night and yelled after her, "Call me!" After she was well out of sight, Max let his bravado and his shoulders sag. He felt like crap, his everything hurt, and he was pretty sure she would have taken him in a fight, fair or otherwise in his current blowed up state. Max groaned and limped over to the unconscious man on the ground. "You really botched this up, ya know that Woody?" Max sighed and lifted the man over his shoulders. He was a lot lighter than Max was expecting. Which, he supposed was a good thing since it hurt to do anything. "Cops'll want us to answer questions. I kinda don't feel like it. You do need to answer questions though little bird, so you're coming with me." Max sped off into the night on a trail of fire, heading home to his trailer. He had some first aid supplies there but this was actually the first time he could remember needing it. Hopefully the antiseptic didn't have an expiration date.
  17. As the undead boarded the ephemeral vessel there stood before them a spirit in ancient regalia. It's brown skin glinted like gold in the sunlight, tattoos of jaguars and other animals covered it's body. It had an almost serene smile spread across it's face as it regarded the Interlopers, a small army of Spanish conquistador ghosts behind it, there could also be seen ghosts from every period leading up to the American revolution. "These spirits behind me were the last to seek my treasure, the last to cross me. They serve me now in death,". With that, from behind the spirit hundreds of glittering gold and silver coins rose into the air. "Now, so too will those wretches you command!" The coins shot forward, many embedding themselves in the walking corpses of the skeleton crew. Moctezuma's eyes started to Glow red, as did the coins buried in the flesh of the undead. All but Handsome Jack turned to stare at Flintlock. Each opened their mouths and in unison screamed. "RUIN!
  18. Ok so you're about to get an HP for this, need a will save for the skeleton crew!
  19. Spitfire grimaced and held his side. He was pretty sure by the floaty feeling in his guts that at least a couple ribs had been broken, if not all. Every breath was a pain that threatened to cause him to black out, but he managed a smile and spit out some blood. "Criminals ain't known for their ability to keep secrets, but honestly had no idea what was going down here tonight, don't know tweetie bird there on the ground neither. I just came to put a stop to these Beastly Boys and their kind." Max heard the sirens and chuckled, even though it felt like being stabbed in the chest with each breath. "Hear that? They're playin' our song darlin'. Cops'll be here soon. Might as well go ahead skedaddle. You and I can finish this dance another time." Max circled the woman slowly, making sure to try and put himself between the lady with the flare gun and the downed winged man. "Besides, yer little flare gun there ain't gonna do much to me, even after bein' blown up." For emphasis, Spitfire held out his hand a blew a small jet of fire on it, leaving no marks and feeling no ill effects.
  20. Maxie nodded "I shoulda done what you did. Instead I thought it was a good idea to explode on stage in a carnival that came to town to come out as a hero. Still not sure if Deardra ever cleared that up and can bring the menagerie back to town." Max applauded and whistled as each person went to the stage and left some part of themselves up there with them. Max was fairly certain they never really meant to, but everyone put some part of themselves on stage when they performed in any function, and a little piece of that person always stays behind. It's not like you're actually being chipped away at, you're just replacing a private part of yourself with the energy and perceptions of the crowd. At least, that's how Max had always felt. Max took a large swig of his scotch and turned to Amir again. "So when you goin' up there? I bet you sing something soulful like Cross Road Blues." Max smiled, "You seem the type to really get the dichotomy of this life."
  21. The terrible tentacles wrapped round the ship as the cannonballs hit the hull of the ship. There was the shriek of metal and ghosts as the otherworldly strength of the monstrosity squeezed the ship. Cracks formed on the hull, masts broke, and water rushed in through holes formed by the pressure and beating the ship had taken. A groaning came from hull and it seemed like it might be broken in half, but the ghost ship prevailed, the glow intensifying around the ship and angry clouds moved in to blot out the sun. Soon, all the light that remained came from the still fiery crab boat, the Black Flag and her guns, and the eery red light cast off the Bohomme Richard, it was as if it seethed with rage and pain. No return volley came from the ship, it seemed that now was Flintlock's chance!
  22. ok so toughness save: 1d20+18 26 beats it by 1 No way it can escape the grapple so it's grappled! I'm gonna roll assuming the squid is damaging with it's grapple toughness save: 1d20+18 23 failed by 7 which means it's stunned for a round! It's on the ropes!
  23. Spitfire felt like he was... well... on fire with pain. Which was a new sensation for him since he didn't feel fire. His entire body felt like a giant bruise, his ears wouldn't stop ringing and he was pretty sure he bit straight through his tongue. Max found it a little troubling he coudn't get his legs to obey the synapses of his brain. It might be because his brain wasn't working right. He barely heard and understood the woman berating him and with a mouth full of blood, he smiled, shakily lifing one hand into the air and presenting to her his middle finger. "Pipe...," Max gasped and gurgled, "...smoke it." Then Max did the hardest thing he ever had to do in his life. He stood up.
  24. For the first time, alarm could be heard resounding from the enemy ship. It's ghostly crew wailing in fear and shock. The shots that rang from the guns of the Bonhomme Richard were uneven and unaimed, as if a jerk reaction to fear. The shots found purchase in the gigantic beast however, as missing was a near impossibility due to it's size. "YOUR DABBLING IN DARK THINGS WILL NOT SAVE YOU FROM THE WRATH OF MOCTEZUMA!" The ominous and ghostly voice echoed through the air, nearly drowned out by the alien and terrifying roar of the monster between the two ships. The fight, it seemed, had evened up quite a bit, as the crew of the Black Flag had made it's way back to the ship with survivors in tow.
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