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  1. Hysti had no idea where Maine was, but reading Shrike's mind, she knew exactly where to go. The two disappeared from the bench and appeared in the cabin. Shrike felt something roiling as they traveled. Like every bit of her being was saturated in chaos. There was a bit of wooziness after the trip. Even though Hysti was an adept of chaos magic, even she felt it. The two held on to each other until the buzz subsided. Hysti looked to Shrike, "this is cozy and confined enough." She smiled, raising her left hand, she splayed her fingers for Shrike to see. There were six fingers. One between her ring and middle finger, "I am a child of chaos. I was once like you. Relying on trinkets and such." She giggled, "I still rely on them, but that's the besides the point." Stepping in to Shrike's personal space, she touched her cheek, pulling back the hat from her outfit, "if you were to apprentice to me, I could teach you such things. Let's start with the basics." For the next couple of carnal hours, Hysti gave Shrike what she promised. Lessons about hand gestures, tongue loosening, the right force to use such. And other such innuendo. By the time she was done, Shrike was tired out and Hysti was still, well, she had time to mess with Shrike's gadgets. True to her word, Hysti covered Shrike in her silken robe.
  2. Windleaf rejoiced. She was in her element. Nature. The dead zone of the towers cut her off from this fertile, lush, cold place. It still felt much better than the urban jungle. She danced from tree to tree. At first it was joyous, but her happiness faded as she touched each tree. She looked worried. Scared. Like she was in the wrong place. Like a stranger still. "This land's spirits," she shouted suddenly grabbing her head and falling to her knees. "They're not... They don't..." Her frustration turned to silence. She put her face to the ground before pulling herself up to a cross-legged sitting position. Her face covered in a mask of slush and dirt. "I'm not of this world," she said monotone, "this land rejects me. Says I'm unnatural." She looked up to Warp, "you know, I'm the reason we're here? Not you and me. Us. The Squires of Avalon. Well, besides the raiser of the undead." She picked up a clump of land, bathing her forearms in it. "The raiser of the undead chose this place. Because I would be useless here. Didn't he?" She shrieked, "didn't he?!" She picked herself off and vaulted off into the forest.
  3. We've discussed than answer to this question in Discord. Key? Phoenix?
  4. The only one I didn't move along was Warp and Windleaf, as it would be me controlling Warp to do so.
  5. The group excused themselves from each other. Warp took Windleaf to a nature area. Gorth and Barron followed Queenie and Mr Murk to free food and drink. Hysti, however, stayed around with her new 'friend', Shrike. -How about we find somewhere warm? I'm sure your tower city has many rooms that we could exchange notes in.- Hysti leaned her head on Shrike's warm fur hat -Also, I can teach you things. if you wish. Show you my way of working magic. I'd like to have you as an apprentice as much as I wanted to be your apprentice.- She wrapped her arms around Shrike and actually spoke out loud, "just think of a place. we'll be there." Gorth carried Barron and followed Murk and Queenie to the restaurant. Gorth was a bit faster than the half-giant looked. By the time they all got there, the big man wasn't even winded. "Meat and ale," Gorth bellowed. "Nice establishment y' got 'ere, Queenie," Barron said looking around. The customers were shocked to see the giant brute wearing just a lion over his personal areas, and the short man in what looked to be leather armor and daggers. As soon as Queenie had her eyes elsewhere, Barron was scoping the place invisibly. Looking for anything that looked valuable.
  6. Moe wished she were in costume at the moment. She had to play the bystander now. The weird mood ring colored eyes bystander. The pirate was kind of noticeable? Moe racked her knowledge of superheroes. Nothing that she could pull off the top of her head. Like almost every female hero around here, the pirate was very pretty. "It's nice to meet you, Annabelle. Flintlock," she corrected herself. "Now that we have our introductions," she unfolded her arms, "we have a murderer on the loose!"
  7. Well Informed on Flintlock: 1d20+10 19
  8. Moe looked at the pirate stumbling around. "Yeah, no killing on other days either," she prodded with her voice, keeping her arms crossed. "No one else is here except us," she said as the pirate examined the body. Moe got the same information she did from her investigation. her emotions, mostly covered by drink, were mixed between excited and sad and scared. She didn't suspect the pirate was the killer. But kept her guard up just in case. "Yeah, I was taking out the trash not far from here," Moe said answering the pirate. "Who are you? My name's Moe."
  9. Hospitals were really really hard places for Power to go into. Mangled patterns everywhere. He could fix some. But it was not a pretty sight. Others' patterns were so messed up. Yes he could mend broken things. As long as they were alive. But things like diseases and other bodily afflictions were above his reach. And heaven help if the pattern were to expire. The pattern taunted him and told him what he could have done. What he should of done. So, why was he here? In costume even. His black morphic molecules costume was a sight among the patients. But apparently he wasn't the only costumed folk around here. Power tried to suppress the 'sight' of patterns, but it would only be a short time before he was needed here. That, and his responsibilities.
  10. If you do split up, Hysti is probably the only one who would want Shrike to herself. Warp is taking Windleaf to somewhere nature-y. Doesn't have to be alone. Queenie is taking Gorth for food and drinks. Another not alone. Barron could go anywhere. I suggested a spree right under Mr Murk's nose, but going with Windleaf or Gorth is also acceptable.
  11. Sensus Eat at Joe's (10) Good Company and Good Cheer (2) Maybe I'm Blind (10) Room of Danger (seventh edition) (4) Spirited Away (2) Power No One Man Should Have All That POWER (4) GM Visitors? Visitors! (6 [12]) Please put the GM count towards Power.
  12. He didn't know exactly how much he could lift. Well he tried to llift more and more every time he went to the gym. But that was not the point! Rushing in, he lifted the wooden beam off the unconscious guy. Burned. And this was just the first room. Touching the man, his burns and bruises were gone. "Quick, take this guy out," he said looking up at Miracle Girl, "we have four more floors and a lot to people to save." He ran outside of the room and to the stairs upward.
  13. Pushing through the halls, Power easily lifted things with his basic strength. Not that he was strong as Miracle Girl, but he didn't mind getting his hands dirty. "Yeah, this way," he said urgently, saw a few people a few doors. A guy trapped under a beam, knocked out but still alive. He was going to have burns if not for him, but this was one of those things he couldn't do on his own. Two doors down a family. One floor up,l two floors up, three floors up. there were a lot of immobile people. "I can tell you exactly where they are. But right now, here." He yanked the door. it was locked, of course.
  14. The house was quiet. No one here but this dead body. Signs of struggle. But no one else. Until the silence was broken by a sharp accusation. Moe's reflexes kicked in ad she jumped! A drunken pirate. Well, this wasn't an uncommon sight either. Weird people all around. Then again she had now room to talk. Moe's eyes were mood ring colored. A swirl of red for anger, yellow for surprise, green for confusion. "Wait a second, I come in here and no one else is around. And then you follow me in yelling about murder?" She pointed at Flintlock, "you're the one with the kooky outfit, are you going to kill me?" She smiled and crossed her arms across her chest, "I'd highly advise against that!" Her eyes shone white with confidence.
  15. Tips were scarce tonight. She was thinking about asking Frank for an early off, but she knew how he handled those. 'You leave and there'll be fifteen people in here.' She sighed. at least he was giving her something to do right now. A scream was not an uncommon sound in The Fens. But still it warranted investigation. Scanning the area with her emotion detection. She expected fear from the victim, and anger from the attacker. Throwing the bags in the trash, she set off in the direction. No costume. She took off her name tag and put it in her pocket.
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  17. Right, I expected you guys to talk about it.
  18. Windleaf smiled excitedly. There was a land of green in this nature dead place? She could not wait to see it. Notably, Windleaf was tall and proportionately thin. Not as big as Gorth - who himself was half giant, damn near 8 foot - but there was at least a foot of difference between Warp and Windleaf. The elven woman reached out to her, "cast your spell. Take be where I can rest in the nature of this world." She looked almost relieved that she was leaving this place. Gorth stopped his stride away from the group. "Free food? Drinks," he turned and looked to Queenie again, "like you." Barron looked at the shape change of Mr Murk with some amusement, "sure sure, y' can rest assure ol' Barron won't poke anyone. But if that wizard takes one step near us with his oogly death magic, I'm gonna slice 'im a new smile an' arse." He pulled out a piece of parchment, an inkwell, and a quill. "Let's at least get this in writin'." He began to scribble on the paper in his their lingua franca, still unknown to the Earth-Primers. "As for Evadead," he said towards Shrike, still scribbling unknown words, "we were told by Windleaf's nature buddies to seek out th' sages of the multiverse. That they'd know where 'e went. After crawlin' through fields of th' walkin' dead we ended 'ere." He handed the paper to Windleaf then Gorth then Hysti. They all jotted a signature of some sort. "There," he handed it to Queenie. "Our services. To not kill anything. Unless attacked by necromancers. Show it around." The only one who could read it was Shrike through the Helmet of Truth. It pretty much said in flowery language that what Barron stated. -You'll get used to us, Shrike- Hysti spoke to her mentally. -Me at least. I'm not the leader, but Barron listens to me the most. So if you want to protect Evadsrednas, all I have to do is whisper in his ear- She smiled -oh you have much to offer me, I'm not asking you to take your magical items off right now, but I'll show you mine if you show me yours-
  19. Well, that was quick! Power hadn't taken a few steps before another hero showed up. This was a good thing. The more the merrier. "Hurry! Trapped people inside," he said running in the building with or without the superheroine. If she did follow, he was ready with directions on where to go. He didn't know where the arsonist was, but he knew everyone in this building was either fleeing or trapped. The faster they got people out, the less the fire crew would have to do. Wading through the fire was a mistake. Sure it didn't affect him with his regeneration and morphic molecules costume, but it hurt like hell. The flying woman would make this all too easy. "I can see people's life patterns," he yelled over the roar of the fire, "but I'm probably not as fast as you," he felt a little sour admitting that up front, but it was something she needed to know. "Come, follow me!" The first floor saw people running out. If he could reach them he would fix them, taking away any and all burns that he could. But there were some that were trapped. That's where his impromptu partner would come in.
  20. 27 December, 2017. 432PM. Damien looked in the refrigerator. It was his turn to cook. It was always his turn to cook. Paying off the debt of living with his friend in a nice area of town. Luckily, Austin Sinclair - the founder of the feast, so to speak - kept a fully stocked kitchen. Tonight's menu was simple. Mushroom-stuffed Pork Tenderloins. Luckily for Damien, dead things didn't show any patterns. He thought about being a vegetarian for a while. The patterns showed him really messed up things, not just humans. Animals too! He just didn't understand animal biology that much. As Damien began to prep the ingredients, he smelled burning. Looking outside, somehow (he had some educated guesses how) the building across the street was at 3 alarm blaze. He scanned... yeah, there were people still in there. Dinner was going to be late. Austin knew of Damien's engagements outside of cooking and school. Didn't make him any less hungry. Damien dropped his shirt and pants to reveal the morphic molecules costume he wore under it. Pulling over the mask Damien was now Power. As quick as he could, he rushed outside to hear the fire trucks coming. He had to get in an rescue those people. Luckily his body repaired itself fast enough to avoid some of the fire. Hopefully he could get some people to safety!
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