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I am, but I would hazard a guess that we've stalled because we haven't figured out a common baseline for our sheets. Edit: I see nothing disagreeable with the Guidebook entry and think its pretty rad, especially in regard to the mission statement being broad enough so that our knights can deal with anything from Space stuff to High Fantasy.
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Arrow's gonna play copycat and try Raven's sneak and bash approach. Move Action: Sneakily moving across the walkway to be right above the southeast thug and hit him/her with her bow. Got a 12 on the Stealth Check, but since that's awful I'm going use another Luck point and try for something better. Got a 21. Free Action: Swapping Standard Arrows for Bow Strike on the Trick Arrows Array. Standard Action: Attacking the southeast dude with the Bow Strike. Got a 15 on the Attack. That's a DC 23 vs. Toughness.
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Arrow IV Arrow heard Raven's info despite the whisper and gave another nod in confirmation to the older hero. As the dark crusader did his thing, Arrow pondered how she'd go about dealing with the thigs on the ground. She obviously would have preferred to say on the walkway and sling her arrows, but there was always the off-chance that the thugs below weren't as deaf as they were stupid and would hear her shot go through the air giving her away. Having a least nine likely armed criminals trained on her unarmed body wasn't exactly her idea of a good time so she abandoned that route in the span of a few seconds. The archer ran through her options. She could always take out her smokescreen arrow and use the darkness as a cover for her arrows, but that had its problems. After all, even blinded thugs with guns could be lucky with a shot and the whole lot of firing would only add to that chance. It was no good either, but what about something more explosive? One of her explosive arrows might do the trick in regard with dealing with the thugs all at once but even that was problematic. She wasn't working alone here. Raven was already on the ground and there was very real possibility that he'd get hit in the blast range as well. The teen hero groaned internally. Not matter what quick solution she came up with the slow and steady approach seemed to up out as the most prudent and effective if she wanted to avoid getting shot or spraying friendly fire. With that being the case, Arrow started to move out on the walkway with her bow tightly in hand. She quietly headed towards the spotted thug on the southeast part of the warehouse, crossing the first fork in the walkway and moving past the elevator until she was right above the crook. With the push of a button on her bow it collapsed into something that approximated a staff, one perfectly capable of giving someone a rather nasty injury if applied to the right location on the body. Noting just how effective Raven's head-butt was when applied to the back of one of thugs, Arrow made that her target as she nimbly leaped off the walkway and swung her bow as she went down.
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Notice Check: 15.
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Ms. Thursday Valhalla Calling (3 post) = 1 IC posts = 1PP to Ms. Thursday Arrow IV Playdate (3 posts) = 3 IC posts = 1PP to Arrow IV
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Standard Action: Attacking Dazed thug with Taser Arrows. That's a Stun 5 attack for a DC 15 vs. Fortitude. The actual Attack roll is a 13 but since I'm not sure that's a hit I'm gonna burn another Luck point and try again. Got a 24. If needed at all, her Stealth Check is 29.
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Arrow IV Arrow had to give the dynamic duo of caped crusaders a silent nod of approval as she saw them make quick work of the two of the rent-a-creeps that were prowling the rails. She may not have liked that Bowman felt the need to bring them along in some contrived training exercise, but she could at least respect the fact that they weren't incompetents. Of course, that didn't mean they prefect like herself. The archer eyed the sole remaining thug who wasn't on the ground. The man was still standing, if only just barely, and Arrow pegged that a tough breeze would likely put him down. With that being the case, she opted to provide said breeze in the form of one of her taser arrows. She aimed the electric arrow at criminals torso and let it fly free.
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Knight: Sir Bedivere Secret ID: Human Cis-Female. 20 year old university student. Kind of short. Caucasian and either a Brit or a proud Canuck schooling across the pond. Hair used to be blonde but turned bleach white when she got her magical abilities during her call to adventure. Eyes are naturally brown but change to a variety of colors whenever she's in Sir Bedivere mode. Totally not gonna steal the look of Sabrina. Nope. Definitely not. Character Themes: MAGIC! But more importantly a quest for magical knowledge and self-knowledge. The learning and accepting pitfalls of the latter and the danger of the former, and avoiding both naivety and arrogance along the way. Really wants to react the plot of Sorcerer's Apprentice with Merlin. Extra Powers: MOAR MAGIC! Armor Colors: Purple, black, and yellow stars. Concept/Backstory: A college/university student and a real big nerd for the Arthurian Romance and fantasy. Likely the least physically capable member of the Round Table and one who prefers to handle things without resorting to swords. Has a weird relationship to her identify as the successor/reincarnation of the spooky Sir Bedivere. Really doesn’t want to be seen as a scary witch despite her powers being rather trippy and akin to 70s Doctor Strange. Would love to teach the magical arts to "normal" people make the whole art safe for the masses to practice. Kind of an Indiana Jones for magical artifacts and lore.
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Astrid wasn't one for touchy-feely nonsense, but she had to admit that finally being acknowledged by one of her divine family members wasn't the worst thing in the world. Still, the whole thing was rather awkward for her and the demigoddess had to suppress a blush. "Yeah, well, my mom wasn't a giant or a goddess so I think the bastard brand still applies to me, but thanks for the pick me up... sis." The teen likely would have opened up a little bit more (as well as asked a ton of questions) if not for the fact that her sister was suddenly accosted by some rando with a beef with Odin and their dad. "Oh you don't have to worry about her threatening you again because I sure as Hel will." She placed herself between the two women and stared daggers at Osla, not caring in the least that Thrude looked more than capable of dealing with the archer herself. It was the sisterly principle of the thing, after all. Moreover, Astrid was still mildly buzzed, which meant her already lackluster decision-making skills weren't exactly back in top form. "I don't know who the Hel you are but you best step off right now from my sister before I stick my club right up your bony arse!"
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Arrow will burn a Hero Point to add a new Alternate Power to her Device/Trick Arrow Array. Stun 4 "Injector Arrows" (Extras: Range [Ranged], Sleep [+0]; Feats: Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Subtle 1) [15] (Piercing, Poison) Move Action: Go forward from wherever she was in the office and fully open the door she she can have a clear shoot of the dude directly north of said door. Standard Action: Attacking aforementioned dude north of the door with the above subtle Stun 4 power. I got a 30 on attack and a crit to boot! With the crit, that's a DC 19 vs. Fort for the north X. Not sure if it's a surprise attack as well. If needed, the Stealth Check is 27.
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Arrow IV Seeing that Raven was rightfully giving her the go ahead to act, Arrow moved forward and past the older hero to get to the office door that separated all three of them from the wider building. Lightly pushing the mostly open door fully with the utmost caution, the teen hero slowly but surely opened it entirely until it was enough for her to actually take a shot. Said shot would be targeted towards the goon was directly ahead her on the catwalk. Begrudgingly knowing that stealth was still their best option at this point, she decided to retrieve one her rarer attachments from her utility belt and apply to her selected arrow. The injector arrows may not have had as much punch as her taser arrows, but their fast-acting poison did tend to keep someone down for longer when they did manage to take hold. Arrow banked on that being the case here as she pulled back on her bowstring and launched the arrow right at the unsuspecting criminal.
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Astrid turned her ailing head to whoever thought it would be a great idea to start screaming. Despite the fact that the yelling wasn't exactly helping her pounding headache, the teen did notice something oddly familiar about the newcomer. Of course, it was only when she actually started to listen to what she was saying that she realized that her tired eyes was almost definitely staring at family. "Hellig dritt," she swore aloud, not caring a bit that the increasing number of arrivals could probably understood what she just said unlike most of her American friends and schoomates. At that moment, Astrid felt strangely under-dressed. She had rainbow-bridged all the way here with the clothes she had worn the previous night: a studded black leather jacket that had seen better days, torn black jeans and a Darkthrone band shirt underneath the jacket. It was her trademark look, but it was hardly 'meet new family members' attire. Then again, Astrid wasn't exactly one for formality, especially when it came to overly traditional Aesir customs and acceptable modes of dress. In the end, the teen figured that Thrude would be an ass like most of the other stuffy Asgardians she'd meet in Asgard or actually cool like Sanngriðr. Either way it was best to know that know rather than later. With that blithe disregard in mind, the demigoddess forgot about Odin's ravens and walked right up to her might-be-sister with a plastered grin on her face and started speaking to her in accented English. "Yo! Thrude, ja? Heard about you. Sort of. Heard rumors about at least. Oh, and I heard about you through the myths. Alvíssmál, right? Though I guess you can't really call them myths when Asgard is totally real, ja? Whatever. Not important. Point is I know who you are. Or at least I think I do?" Astrid rubbed her face as if doing so would make her feel less stupid. "Screw it, I'm wasting time here. Look, you say your Thrude and the daughter of Thor, god of thunder and deadbeat dads, right? Well, if that's true than that means I'm your sister by half." Not really knowing what to really say or do know, the teen decided to go for levity and introduce herself to her sister with false pomp and a bow. "Astrid Torsten, bastard daughter of Thor and some mortal, at your service."
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Ms. Thursday Odin's Call had been sent and all the champions of Asgard and the Aesir had heard the message. Unfortunately, Astrid Torsten could not be bothered to responded to it as she was presently face down on an old leather sofa that one of her new American friends in Freedom City had allowed her to crash on the previous night. She was passed out cold. A pretty impressive feat given her Asgardian physiology, but even the blood of the gods had its limits. Almost an entire month's worth of constant parties with friends and follow rockers celebrating the beginning of her senior year at Claremont had turned out to be one of those limits. Not that Odin would care about. Astrid still heard the call reverberating in her tired skull, but her response to it though wasn't exactly an eager leaping into action. "Drit og dra," she groaned, grabbing at nearby pillow and wrapping it around her ears to block out the Call. It didn't work. "Rævhål," Realizing that she couldn't win, the demigoddess got up and went to looking for Porrklubba, the weapon having been left unattended in the basement she was currently in. Leaving an all-powerful Aesir superweapon laying about like that may not have been the most cleverest decisions Astrid had ever made, but given the weapon's enhancement that made it so that only she could lift the weapon she figured it would be no real problem. Fortunately, she was right about that, and she quickly found it deep within the leathery depths of the sofa she had just been crashing on. With a sigh on her lips, Astrid held the warclub up high and muttered ancient Norse words of power that called forth the glittering energies of the Bifrost. In a flash of rainbow light she was gone from the basement and atop the Holmenkollen with the two waiting ravens. "Alright, alright. What the Hel do guys want form me this time?"
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Arrow's Initiative Roll: 19
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Arrow's also gonna use Skill Mastery to get a 20 to her Stealth check.
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Arrow IV Arrow's eyes narrowed as she saw Nevermore infiltrate into the building. Bowman asked her to 'play nice' but she was finding that hard to do with the acute feeling of being showed up by Raven's sidekick gnawing at the back of her mind. Of course, such emotions were beneath her, which is exactly why Arrow pretended she didn't have them as she mechanically readied herself to follow right after him. Seeing that there wasn't any black smoke coming out of the window, Arrow quickly retrieved her grapple arrowhead from her utility belt and attached it to the headless shaft of one of her arrows. The archer got up from her position on the roof and fired the arrow at the nearby building, making sure that it landed exactly a few metres away from the window Nevermore just sneaked into. The result was the creation of a zip-line that Arrow promptly hooked herself into using her bow as a spool to immediately transport her to the other building. After that it was only a matter of activating her costume's tractable gloves and soles to scale the building, take down the inconspicuous zip-line, and crawl into the window after Nevermore.
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Ms. Thursday Ancient Enemies (1 post) = 1 IC posts (1PP to Ms. Thursday) Arrow IV Playdate (2 posts) Four Stories - Què & A (2 posts) = 4 IC posts = 1PP Arrow IV Reputations (1PP) Total = 2PP to Arrow IV Ultra Girl Ultra Dreams (2 posts) = 2 IC posts (1PP to Ultra Girl)
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Olivia's eyes narrowed as stuffy rabbit girl seemed to barely pay her any mind. In the end, instead of making a big thing about it, the archer just assumed that the girl was a weird space case with a lackluster attention span and an eight-year old’s appreciation for stuffed animals. Or at least she would have if it wasn't for the fact that said space case walked right up to her and started spewing some nonsense about knowing who designed one of her coffee tables. Now that got her attention. Mostly because the man who made the antique was a French woodworker who had been dead more than sixty years. She could easily blown that off too as nonsense and went back to supervising the movers, but the Olivia’s Veronica Mars wasn’t having any of that when interesting questions could be asked instead. Also, there was the whole teleporting business, but Olivia had seen half-a-dozen of those zapping in Claremont just by walking up to the floor. She abandoned the movers and strode right into Room 410 and braved the god-awful Swift music that was playing. While there were already a small crowd of people in the dorm, Olivia didn’t bother to introduce herself to any of them. Instead, she continued on her way until she found the girl was looking for and properly made an introduction that would hopefully get into her good graces. “Sorry, but the mood malfunction back there. Days been kind of hectic with the move and think I the lack of expresso in my system has got me kind of fired. Tots not a good enough reason to be spazz, but I’m not that judgmental,” she said kindly, the apology only really being less than a quarter sincere, but performed well enough that it would have been hard tell. “By the way, how did you know about the table? Hate to pry, but the carver who made it passed way back and he wasn’t exactly well known outside of certain circles who knew how to appreciate good work. You some kind of necromancer? Because I know a couple photographers I'd love to met if you were,” she joked.
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Astrid bobbed her head as she listened to Veronica and Micah's suggestions. Altogether it was a decent plan and while she still wasn't entirely confident on her ability to rearrange the weather to suit their needs, it still seemed like the best idea they had available given the circumstances. "Yep. Sounds good. Bouncing is kind of a head trip, but it makes sense for what we need to be doing. I'll take for a minute to get Porrklubba good and proper ready but it shouldn't be to-" The Asgardian was cut off by the sound of mass feet stomping the ground. Immediately turning her head to see the approaching sound, her eyes were met with the sight of a honest-to-goodness dinosaur made its presence known from beyond the jungle canopy. "Forbausende!" She beamed out, excited beyond all relief to see the prehistoric animal and obviously not caring at all that the megafauna could be threat. After all, compared to dragons and giants, dinosaurs weren't all terrifying.
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Arrow IV Arrow's cocky grin turned into a frown as she heard her mentor deconstruct her plan. It was hardly the first time that Bowman had a disagreement with her totally logical and well-thought out ideas, but it was first time he had done with an audience of onlookers around. It was frustrating, but Arrow kept her cool and stopped herself from making half-a-dozen counterarguments that would have had the four of them debating tactics and strategics all night while the goon squad below offloaded their cargo. Plus, it wasn't exactly impossible that she might have been off about this plan in the first place. Unlikely, of course, but it could happen. She said as much to Bowman. I see your point. Maybe the bait plan is a bit... presumptive when it comes to how likely we could pull it off without someone getting hurt." The admission tasted like gravel in her mouth, but her mind quickly moved on from that to Charlie's obvious challenge to her. "I'm not sure," she says nonchalantly, readying her bow as she matched Nevermore's sly challenge with her own. "This is hardly the time for games. Plus, I wouldn't want to embarrass you."
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Arrow Olivia looked on coldly as a small army of movers her mother had hired went about placing several thousand dollars worth of furniture and clothing into her packed dorm. The excess of bringing a whole crew with her was one of the many perks of being a Lord. After all, if she was going to be living her here for the next three years she was going to do so in the lifestyle she was accustomed too. Directing the moving crew was hardly one of the great challenges of her life but she found the experience to be trying in just how dull and mundane it was. Even throwing out the occasional "watch it" or "no, not there" to the hired help had lost its luster, petty as it was. She was frankly bored out of her skull, which was the exact opposite feeling she wanted to have when moving into a school for the extraordinary and gifted. The teen sighed as she finally turned her back to the crew and let them go about their business undirected, her eyes now searching the hall for something worth her time. Her green eyes eventually landed on a girl who was either incredibly brave or astounding stupid enough to strap a stuffed rabbit to her belt for everyone to see. Olivia landed on astounding stupid when the girl started to ask the most oblivious of questions. Olivia couldn't help but poke her for it. "Well, if you bothered to pay attention you would know that we were finally the getting the full Claremont welcome." She says sardonically before turning her gaze to the greeter in question. "So besides making platitudes do you anything actually important to say or is that to much to hope for?"
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Arrow IV Arrow returned Nevermore's grin with a roll of her eyes. Without saying a word, the young heroine retrieved a pair of seemingly normal looking sunglasses from her utility belt and swiftly slipped them on, her domino mask linking up with the new eyewear without a fuss. With a single tap of her finger, the glasses came alive and developed a green-tint and pop-up display that made it all easier to see what was going around the nearby warehouse. After a few seconds of doing her own observations and analysis, Olivia finally saw fit to look Nevermore's way again. "A lot actually," she tells him in a clipped Mid-Atlantic accent that barely avoids sounding disparaging. "If Bowman is right then there's likely more than a dozen dullard malefactors in there. If that's the case them splitting up three ways when we have such a disadvantage seems pretty injudicious since it could easily get us in the very situation we want to inflict on them. But I don't think the divide and conquer is completely the wrong approach," she says with a shrug that seems to be trying to convey mild kudos but just comes across as condescending. "Instead of either Bowman or I taking the skylight, both of us can stake out here and form a sniper's nest wait while you and Raven motivate the aforementioned malefactors to come out of their little warehouse and right into our sights." She waved a hand indicting the both of them without really looking at them. "You seem adamant to go in there and try the stealth approach. Fine by me, but things would go smoother and faster if you acted as a set-up for our ambush out here. Concentrated fire won't be a problem if the idiots are both running in the dark and too busy running scared from the dynamic duo that is you and Raven." Her explanation said and done, the archer looked towards her mentor with a cocky grin of her own, fully expecting his support and praise for the plan.
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Seeing Dreamer conjure another object out of thin, Courtney nearly went into yet another spree of questions on the nature of her powers. Fortunately, she stopped herself before doing so and instead simply took the offered paper and immediately filed its numbers to her digitized memory. The questions could always afterwards. After all, being able to ask follow-up questions was one of the many perks of making a new friend and ally. "The feelings mutual," Courtney responded, her face beaming with a smile despite the seriousness of the conversation. "MarsTech has a small army of superpowered fame chasers out there and I don't see them smarting up anytime soon. Having someone out there to call upon when things get dicey is definitely a load off my mind. Speaking of which, you probably want my own contact number too." The android pulled out a SIM card from her costume and passed it over to the other hero. "Put this into any smart phone and call the number that pops up. I'll be where you need me to be as fast as I can."
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Olivia Lord Gather Information DC 5: Her full name is Olivia Elizabeth Lord. Her friends call her Liv. DC 10: She’s a Freedom City native currently going to Claremont Academy. People say she comes from old money. DC 15: She used to go to an exclusive prep school in North Bay but was a rather notorious bully while there. Her family, the Lords, are real estate developers that have been a part of Freedom City high society for centuries. They own a manor in North Bay. DC 20: She has won a ton of junior tournaments in archery, cheerleading, gymnastics, and a couple other competitive sports. She ain’t no slouch academically either and has a talent for photography. Rumor has it that her dad got caught up in some weird scandal. DC 25: Do not let the preppy look fool you, she has some serious self-defence training. People say that her father, Robert Lord, got in deep with some crazy hellfire club stuff and had to some do major rehab afterwards. Knowledge [History] DC 10: The Lords are an old money family that has been in Freedom City for centuries, having possibly been around during the city’s founding as a colony. Their influence in the Freedomite high society still looms larger even after all this time. They still compete with their historically old money families rivals, the Summers and the Beaumonts. Knowledge [Pop Culture] DC 10: Rumor has it that the Lord family patriarch, Robert Lord, got involved in a scandal involving some kind of notorious hellfire club or secret society for the rich. He’s either holed up in his mansion in North Bay or gone to an expensive rehab clinic out of state. Knowledge [Business] DC 10: Olivia’s family primarily derives its wealth from its ownership of Lord Industries. The company mostly deals in real estate and land development in Freedom City and the wider United States, but it has smaller business interests and subsidiaries in shipping, textiles, news media, and small arms manufacturing. Arrow IV Gather Information DC 10: Arrow has historically been the codename for the Bowman’s sidekick. DC 15: There hasn’t been an Arrow since the 1980’s, but this new one is likely connected to a Bowman like all the previous ones. She also happens to be the first female Arrow. DC 20: This Arrow uses an assortment of trick arrows and gadgets. We’re talking electro-shock arrows, adhesive arrows, flashbang arrows, and who knows what else. She probably even has a USB arrow! Alright, maybe not that last one. DC 25: Arrow has had run-ins with the notorious House of Usher and seems determined to bring them down. She regularly patrols Lantern Hill and has been known to pick fights with local gangs known to be loyal to the Ushers. Notably, she has also been spotted leaving and entering the North Bay area of North Freedom on her motorcycle, the Bolt. Knowledge [Streetwise] DC 10: There’s a new Arrow in Freedom City and she’s mostly been seen patrolling around West Freedom. She’s gained a rep among the criminals there for being a smart-ass with a habit of using ten-dollar words. DC 15: Apparently the new Arrow has a major beef with some of the local drug-pushing gangs in Lantern Hill and has even had a few run-ins with those freaks in the House of Usher. Chances are her clashes with the former are connected to a larger antipathy for the latter. Knowledge [Tactics] DC 10: Her close combat fighting style is a mix of capoeira and taekwondo. Expect a lot of dodging, kicks, and trips.
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Name: Olivia "Liv" Elizabeth Lord Codename: Arrow IV Year: Sophomore Pronouns: She/Her/Hers Prospective Roommate: Surprise me, but clashing personality preferred. Goal: Short-term goal is becoming the best of the best and taking down the House of Usher and avenging the trauma they inflicted on her family. Long-term goals are discovering if her new superhero life is something that will bring her enough meaning that she’ll actually stick to it for the long haul. Oh, and there's just becoming a less terrible person in general. First Impression: Arriving on the scene like she owns the place wearing her best and strutting the whole time.
