Zeitgeist Blue
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Her eyes take on a steely gaze, jaze set in determination. She remembered nodding once at Alex and telling him to go do what he did but those were things of the past, barely of any consequence, not when she had work to do and a workbench full to do it. Somehow she'd sat down and scattered what little tools she had managed to make. Pentagrammic circles to direct the flow of energy, though the metal wiring was not as refined as what a factory could produce with assembly-like accuracy. She feared a backlash, some seeping of energy from the cracks that would eventually form, so she worked slowly and tuned out the sounds of fighting below her. Slowly, almost ritually, her contraption took form: a hodgpodge of nails, wood, and wiring to encase her smartphone within. Its battery showed 43% on the touchscreen. A jolt of electricity zapped her finger and she pulled her hand back. Soon.
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DC: 21 Knowledge (Arcane Lore): 14 + 15 = 29 Rounds to finish: 6 Uh, if I can suggest something, we should just roll the battle to keep this going until the significant bits, then IC. Though IC when you feel like it is cool too.
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Spending a Fate point to Jury-Rig a Ritual. Device 2 (10DP; Extra Effort [Device]) [6PP] Snare 10 (Extras: Area [Targeted, Attached], Range [Perception]; Flaws: Action [Full Action], Distracting, Medium [Steel]] [10DP]
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Initiative: 13 - 1 = 12 Gonna have to brew up a power. Probably a snare of some sort.
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Nicole started muttering curses as Alex finished detailing his idea. If there were worse ideas in all the dimensions of magic and secrets, she hasn't read it yet. "This is stupid. I'm not James Bond in a dress." Just great to be caught in the middle of nowhere just as she was getting somewhere. She had no intention of letting them wrap chains around her wrists to be escorted to their boss, but neither was a fight a situation she wanted to get in. Maybe Alex could beat them, maybe that smug smirk might help him hit harder, but without Bellios she was deadweight in a straight-up brawl. She snatched her phone from Alex's grip in frustration, uncertainty mixing as she paced around the smaller and smaller room. Finally, she stopped in front of Alex. "What're you putting this on me for? You're the senior! What do we do?"
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"I read," she said blankly as if he was an idiot for asking that. Genius wasn't all sunshine and rainbows no matter what they say - news was one thing she kept up to date in, atypically enough, but then anything was fair game for her, from car magazines, movie reviews to fashion blogs and Hollywood controversies. She sighed after a moment and began to tick off her fingers. "Youtube videos, movies, tv shows, and social media too. That's about it." There was of course, the local animal shelter over by the South Side which needed a competent assistant vet occasionally but that was another matter entirely and not worth disclosing. She crossed her legs - still a weird feeling - and waited as he charged up. There were a few more things she needed to start any ritual. Scissors for one and chalk for the basics. Then a ritual circle, gouges on wood, sheep blood, an instrument to act as a conductor around her. She'd probably have to cannibalize something of hers and the thought made her nose itch. Electricity-- energy was perhaps only the start to make the things needed to make the things for the big ritual to get out of here while keeping a dimensional marker in place so she could get back in fully suited to face this Sorcerer guy.
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"You could say that." She freed her phone from its cage of wires and offered it to Alex, the anticipation running through her system. Just her luck to have not only another hero run into her and one with his powers. She'd been stuck here for a week and already she was going stir crazy from a lack of things to fiddle with or info to gobble up, and another week might see her break down from the stress. How these people ever managed without the wonders of modern life, she wouldn't want to know first hand. She turned on her smartphone and beautifully it began its start up sequence. "Well, do your thing."
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"You don't look like him," Nicole crossed her arms, scrutinizing the person standing before her. He was more chiseled, straighter and more broad in the shoulders like a knight in shining armor... Did that make her the princess? Whatever the characters they were playing, there was no denying the physical changes. Alex here looked nothing like Alex in Claremont and so did Nicole now look nothing like herself in her world. "That's good," she said at last, nodding her head, a smile forming on her face just as a plan was. "Then if it really is you, I need some electricity from your energy form. Give me some magic to work with." She put the branch on a nearby table, rubbing her hands in thought. "Pen and paper games aren't my thing but I get your point. It's our lives and I don't like playing it like a game." She started up the stairs then stopped midway, turning to Alex. "Nicole Whitfield-Hall. I'm a sophomore from Claremont by the way."
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The book. It's been a week since she'd been sucked in, counting the sun rise and set, and it all that time she hadn't mentioned it to anyone. If he knew about it then he was involved somehow. A fellow trapped inside the realm like she was or someone with more malicious intent? She didn't know but without her armor or working electricity she did not fancy her chances against a person made of steel. Her grip tightened. Eyes narrowed. "I'm not going to believe a movie voice-over when I can find out what's going on here. You do if you want to, but this is magic and I'm getting to the bottom of this." She paused for a second and then shook her head, opening the door a little wider. "You can stay if you want. Help out."
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This was odd but Nicole was used to odd. From the very existence of this world, to the cliches written under every fairy-tale tree branch and prancing knight, to that disembodied voice in her head narrating her every step. Well, it wasn't just nothing, she wanted to say while preening from the capital 'H' title bestowed on her. The proper functioning of her phone was very important to her well-being. Thank you very much. She wanted to say, or think, but there was little indication it reached the voice. It was nothing like conversing with her dad inside her armor. She stood up, now used to the feeling of her legs after a few days, pulling at the hem of her dress-shirt and climbed down the wooden stairs to the ground floor almost daintily. She was turning into a princess. That was a thing apparently. Light makeup and fingers manicured. Turning shorter and slimmer. Her eyes regaining perfect vision, she did not need her glasses to see well anymore. Her shirt turned into a blouse then lengthening to just above her knees like a summer dress. There was a branch sitting by the door and she took it, holding it behind her back as she turned the doorknob. She didn't need the distraction. Not know. "What is it?"
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No problem, Vorik. I can be patient.
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Oh FYI, but just to clarify but I'm waiting for my turn in the action order and then I'll post IC.
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Toughness Save Roll: 17 + 15 = 32
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Initiative: 2 - 1 = 1
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Nicole raised her arms and stepped in between Mr. Murk and whatever was coming their way, cannons primed to fire, sweeping back and forth across an empty room. She could spot no movement among the furniture except for their own shadows cast by the hospital light. To think that meant nothing was there was just asking to be proved wrong in a place like this, following its own rules. Through the hole she punched through the wall, her own armor gleamed red, cape hanging limp over her shoulders. She knew it was really her and if she just reached out, she could imagine touching the armor on her back. "Where is it?" she asked the Neanderthal behind her. Without the use of her sensory suite, she was effectively blind.
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Then Salvo punches through the wall. Because of magic shenanigans, it'll probably lead into an endless corridor that loops back into the room or something.
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Going to punch the wall as per Mr. Murk's request. Um, have to figure out the melee bonus first, especially with breaking objects. Will get back to you on that, but some help would be appreciated.
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In case I need to roll to investigate the bodies. I believe Search is the best fit here? Search: 2 + 9 = 11
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It took a moment for Nicole to take in her bearings. Inside, the hospital air ran cold through her armor, traces of magic from whatever forcibly relocated them. She raised her arms as her optics adjusted to the darkness and her eyes fell on the bodies on the floor. She felt her stomach turn in reflex and turned from the grisly sight, grimacing under her helmet. "Bodies," she half-whispered to Mr. Murk under the lone fluorescent lamp, its flickering light adding an eeriness to the already heavy scene. "On the floor, dead bodies." She looked at the bodies again and bracing herself approached them, holding down her vomit as she bent down and turned one over. Her hands are steady more through her armor's balance system than anything. Dead bodies-- dead people was not something she wished to see under any circumstances. She'd seen a few during police cordons but multiple out before the officials got to them, fresh and unknown to the all-revealing light of day, was new to her. Flying among the clouds did not lead to these circumstances, but somewhere in a hidden part of her psyche she wondered curiously what she could find. What mysteries did the newly deceased bring? What could she apply? The cold, pale finger stiff from rigor mortis. Puncture wounds, entry points. Cause of death, time of death and a dozen other questions that needed asking. Another part of her rebelled. It would be easier if she viewed them clinically, like lab frogs or stuffed cats instead of people but... "We are inside a room. No windows or doors," she began both for Mr. Murk and her own sake. "Altered. No smell either. Furniture to the right. Documents and a computer. Coaches, chairs and other things - books and certificates."
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Nicole blinked in confusion as Emerald Spider appeared. Her chipper voice clashing abruptly with the mood of the scene and it took a few moments to compose herself. "I like this girl already!" Nicole ignored the voice inside her head. "There is that thing." She waved an armored gauntlet at the rather obvious chains wrapping around the hospital. That wasn't just some punks with too much time in their hands and a score to settle. "And people missing too. So serious as serious can be," she finished with an apologetic shrug and she turned back to the edge of the police cordon and Officer Wrath, counting down the facts with her fingers. "Officer Wrath doesn't know what's happening. I don't want to make wrong guesses. Twenty people went in at 5 this morning, none came back Any attempted scans inside only blow up the equipment, so I'm not in a hurry to try it out with my suit. It's a black zone in there." She looked at Wrath to affirm her assumptions then faced Spider. "Salvo by the way."
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Salvo Formatting Error - Act 2 (4) The Magic of Reading (6)
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Little green men. Government cover-ups of mind control test runs. Occultists partaking of fresh human blood in dark rituals to gain eternal life. Conspiracy theories one and all, and Nicole had not forgotten how she had quickly become entangled in their threads on her flight to Emerald City via American Airlines. There was little to do in the several hour journey and what seemed like a flight of fancy then consumed her free time. She had come as an intern of ArcheTech, to help on a new initiative rerouting rarefied fields through artificial crystals in one the basement's of the ArcheTech West complex. It was a more 'press the button and see what happens' type of work, less demanding and so very suited for the holidays. Yet her personal readings have gone from the outlandish to the disturbing. She could imagine how to execute most of them if she put half a mind to it. It was magic, paranormal rumors and there was some truth to them. Her time as Salvo and as a practicing magician allowed her to be privy to the machinations of hidden secrets and the half-lidded world under mundane existence. She knew better than to share these insights with Mr. Tulink, the closest person one might call her mentor in ArcheTech, but for all his self-wrought blindness Nicole's theories have been confirmed when she landed beside the police cordon in a rain of sparks and fire. She shut down her jets and thudded on the thin snow, an officer coming to greet her soon after. She was the first costumed hero on the scene it seemed. "Salvo," she said in way of greeting, leaning slightly forward as her occular senses zoomed in on the old hospital, now grotesque in the setting sun. "Honestly Officer Wrath, I can't tell right now, but I've heard stories about this building, ghost stories and things to make your skin crawl." She had her suspicions of course, but she would not be caught dead in a half-baked guess. Not if this truly was paranormal. She did not know the how of this landscape gone wrong or, more importantly, the why.
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Here we go. Knowledge (Current Events): 14 + 7 = 21
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Shooty it is!
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Called for Fire by Thevshi Salvo Transferred Living Metal 5 (5DP). 5DP goes to Alternate Form 24.6. Transferred 4DP from Sensory Suite Array 5.5 to Enhanced Saves 20 (Fortitude +3, Reflex -1, Will +2) Created an Tech Container 23.4 to show Nicole with and without a Battlesuit. PP is split between Normal Identity 1.8 and Bellios 27.75 respectively. Removed Matter Manipulation 12 and Living Metal 5. Added Drives Like a Rock complication. Some editing via Thevshi.
