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The blackness disappeared. Moments later, so did the fog that Pan had conjured. If this Black Rose wished to talk, then talk he would. "Agreed, my friend. It does seem like Mr. Lorenzo here is both." Pan replied to the newcomer. A sorcerer, but he did not seem like Lorenzo, did he now? No, this one was different. Not quite as manic as Lorenzo, and he had been wronged by the man in the leather and glass as well. At the young woman's question, and Lorenzo's statement, Pan bowed, while still flying, the Pixie Dust still falling from him. "Not quite, I am afraid. But I was raised by the Pixies of Neverworld, and the dust was a gift from them. There is your answer, Mr. Lorenzo. But I do not believe it is wise to release you just yet, is it now?" He had already stood up from his bow, but he kept his distance from the sorcerer and his friend, still hovering a bit away. "I am the Forever Boy. What might I call you?"

"Well, you were the one that asked if I was the one from the book." He winked at her. He was not terribly introspective normally, but something about that book and his connection to it seemed to bring it out in him. It was a bit disconcerting, to say the least. But nachos! That sounded wonderful! Much better than all these solemn thoughts! What could be a better solution to something like this than nachos? "A brilliant idea!" And off they were, racing towards the river. "I do not believe that I have tasted that yet! There is so much amazing food on this world, so different from back home!" It was different, this. Flying on not his own accord, but it was interesting. "How fast do you think this can go?"

GM The king scoffed, dismissively waving his hand at Lament. "The plight of mortal children does not give me pause, bard." He strode to his throne, sitting heavily in the seat, then gestured with his hand again, waving it a few times towards Lament. "Entertain me. Show me why you of all people could draw such crowds of mortal, show me why you could bring the Bog Lady to help you. Show me the tale of all that had happened on this very long night!" His request was simple. But would the great Zombo be able to meet it?

That worked... maybe a bit better than Robin had actually expected. Falling down one floor, sure. The Wall was tough. Two, three, four floors? No, that was a bit much. He was hurt, that much was sure, but Robin really didn't have time for dealing with that right now. Kidd's compliment might have made her happy at one point, but she was starting to see things a bit differently now, weren't she? Kidd knew how to play to the cameras, and he was putting on his best show. At least until he told Jackson to cut off the feed. Robin did not like the way he was holding that shotgun. And she was pretty sure there was nothing about due process and criminal legislation that forbade an arrest from being filmed. They had Blowfish on camera, shooting at people. They needed a confession. Camera would be better. And Robin could guess what Kidd was planning when it was turned off. "Keep the camera rolling." From behind her mask, she stared directly into it now. She had a wry grin on her lips under the helmet. "Gotta get Blowfish's confession filmed, don't we?" She then turned to Blowfish and his last goon, moving around so she could still keep an eye on Kidd. "You're saved, Blowfish. So go ahead, talk to the camera. Be nice and tell you exactly what you did to this place, or I'll go get the Wall back. He might be pissed at me now, but I'm sure he'll still do worse to you. And don't forget about Johns and your little gifts to him either."

Robin had set up a notification on the thread, she wanted to check it the moment Terrifica responded. Sure, she didn't expect it right away, she was a busy hero after all, and she had plenty of other work to do anyway, but, well, she wanted to know when. Getting the ping, she quickly switched away from the calculations she had been doing for the suit and back to the AMA thread. She frowned a bit. She really didn't want someone like Terrifica thinking that she was just mindlessly jumping into fights... so she typed out a reply. Sure, Robin didn't have an utility belt yet, but she was planning on it. Could just as well try and find out what she would really need for it.

"Please, no more talk of screwing when talking about these things. I thought it was an entirely different kind of cat that you were searching for." Pan grinned mischievously at Selena, even as he admired her skill in dispatching the cat demon. Yes, it was most impressive. And it had been easy. Moving out of the way to give Nicole room to move about (and really not wishing to get in the way of that big armor of hers in the cramped space), his feet floating slowly across the ground before he touched down again, the Pixie Dust fading from him once more. "True, they were quite easy, were they not? Or perhaps they simple made the mistake of not wearing someone that we would prefer not to injure too much? Or, how is the sentence I have heard... maybe we are just that good?" He knew little about magic in this world, if he was honest, but Nicole's thoughts made as much sense as anything he could come up with. "Perhaps you are right. But if this is indeed a ritual sacrifice, what do they aim to sacrifice? The demon that wore Sam came to us. Were Sam and his friends not sufficient sacrifices on their own, then?"

Fixed the PP for Radiation shields. For now, I'll keep both Radio communication and datalink. I've lowered the level of both and given them the subtle feat. I might make a change with the area extra and selective at some point, but at least for now, my idea is that its just that, a quick burst transmission. I had not been told about the issue with Dimensional Pocket, but I'll be sure to do my best not to abuse it. If I do, let me know. My main idea was just that, as a clean up at the end of the battle, or potentially a way to get one enemy out of the way for a short while.

Dust Devil II (6) Sand and Water (6) Forever Boy (48) An Uncivilized Age (3) Falling Upwards (6) Fright Night (6) Giant Krampus 2: Krampus Campus (1) Prisoners of the Moon (2) Puzzle Box: The Fun Guy (22) SOPHie's choice: Shock to the System (1) Stargazers (2) The Night People (5) Justice (23) Vignette: Justice vs. Injustice (1264 words) (+2PP) My Name Is Terrifica. Ask Me Anything (3) Wall the Build (20) U.F.O. (1) Praetorians: Return to the Fold (1) GM (28) Country Boys (2) Defenders of the Deep (3) I Want My Tears Back (18) Ink (4) Mysterious Menagerie of Monsters (1) Stargazers (2) GM posts spend as following as following: Justice to 25 posts total, Forever Boy to 50 posts total, Dust Devil to 25 posts total, UFO to 25 posts total. Extracurriculars NPC converted: Maximilian Mars. +1PP to Justice.

Course part 2 coming up. Posting will probably be slow at least Wednesday till Friday.

GM The King looked down on Lament. There was something different about his eyes. They seemed to shine. Not with tears, not yet, but they were different. And not necessarily for the better. "Yes. A test will suffice. After all, I have made the correct choice, with the options present. If these are not my tears, then clearly, you will have brought me a replacement, or a forgery." There was an edge to his word, and a clear threat. "But I tire of Shakespeare. You are far from the first to present such an idea. I crave something different, something new. So please, bard. Show me that these are my tears. Complete your end of the bargain."

Really? This was Kidd's play now, all of a sudden? Turning on all of them? Robin knew that he was a gloryhound, but still, this was a new low. So what was she going to do? Fight Kidd if he started trying to arrest her too? Let him take in the Wall and Blowfish? Sure, Blowfish and his goons were fine, but the Wall had only really acted in self defense until now, and so had she. Blowfish's last goon was still standing, gun in hand, and the Wall looked like he was about to start smashing Blowfish to pulp the first chance he got. So, what should she do? Shoot him? Try to fight him? Or try something else. "So, trying to bring me in too, Kidd?" Robin asked, a somewhat coy tone in her voice. "And Wall, shut up." She was done with this. Just so done. The floor seemed weak, so she raised the Justice Buster and took aim, before firing a quick shot towards the floor under the Wall's feet.

Since the floor seems unfinished and weak, taking a shot at the floor under the Wall's feet, hoping that he'll fall at least partway through. He's tough, he should be able to handle it. Attack roll: 1d20+11 = 13 Wow, that was bad. Well, it is a floor. Let's see what happens! Could work as a warning shot!

"Yes, yes, protecting myself someone that attacks me simply for not wanting to share personal details is surely the proof that I am indeed mad and cruel!" Pan countered from the mists and darkness, fingers still clamped on his nose. It was starting to get a bit annoying not to be able to see, so he would have to do something about that. "Now, I have no desire to stick around in a dark and smelly sewer such as this, at least not for something as boring as a summoning gone wrong." Pan eyed where the man was. Could he perhaps simply fly away? It would be difficult in an all-consuming darkness such as this, and he did not particularly care for the smell, but he was not about to simply give in to Lorenzo. "Now, as I said, I will happily share the story of my Pixie Dust, on a simple condition: Why were you body taken away?"

Let me know if the effects of the Drain is off and I'll edit. And can I get notice checks from everyone? And mention anything that deals with darkness, too.

GM The energy was strange, alien. Not quite like something he had felt before, but it was still something he could use. The power drained from the cable, the light slowly dying out. The light up ahead seemed to start dimming as well. Continuing towards the now dimming lights, the group were in complete darkness. In the trench, not even the last bit of sunlight could reach them, all they could see was the glow ahead, and the glow from the Sea Devil's trident. Perhaps Asad might glow a bit, had he absorbed any of the energy that he drained from the cable. There was a deep silence around them, even deeper than what Sea Devil and Sgt. Shark would be used to under the sea. Up ahead, they could see the structure that created the light. It was certainly alien in design. A great disk, very thin compared to its length. At least half of it seemed to be embedded into the ocean floor, the other half sticking out. It was difficult to make out from the distance, but it was probably made from the same coral material.

No heroes? As magnificent as Ashley's final shot was, and no matter how well it was placed, the growl and the brutality clearly frightened the child. Pan let the Forever Blade dissolve into Pixie Dust, his eyes slowly turning to Ashley. And then she completely changed for a moment, as she seemed to realize what she had said. Intriguing. Pan had a sneaking suspicion. The Raven, the madness around them. This could hardly be just the child, could it? What was the cause of all this? Why was this Ashley's nightmare. Was there more to her than appeared? More than just her sister's keeper? Intriguing, yes. Pan was just about to say something when Leroy and Judy appeared from the darkness, Judy in Leroy's arms. He gave a last suspicious look in Ashley's direction, before turning fully to Leroy and Judy. He made a quick bow, left arm bent under his body, before standing fully upright. "Ah, Judy and Leroy! You are alright, I hope? And yes, Ashley managed to find her and protect Olga. Really, this was all Ashley. I merely provided assistance." He looked at Ashley. He wanted to know more about this. The look in his eyes probably made that more than clear, but not now. There were children trapped. They were the priority. "Nice work." He echoed Ashley's own compliment after he had helped Leroy and Mardo. He turned to Miss Lupine and the child, kneeling down beside her with a reassuring smile, and a hand held out. A stuffed toy, like the one he was sure he had seen Olga carrying while she had been talking with Jack earlier, appeared in his hand. It might be a simple image, but it could feel real, he hoped. He offered it to Olga, while he waited for Miss Lupine to answer Leroy's question. "You were very brave, Olga. A true hero." His emphasis on the word hero was, of course, no accident.

Raising the Justice Buster, Robin took aim at the Wall now. She hated doing this, but as much as she would enjoy seeing Blowfish knocked out cold, the Wall wanted more, and she could not allow that. "Wall, stand down, right now!" She agreed with Kidd here. A signed confession would go a long way here, and even better, it might help the Wall. "Blowfish, you got one shot here! A signed confession, right here, right now, and it includes how you forced him and his people into being criminals. Or we let the Wall run wild!" She was not going to do that, of course, but Blowfish didn't need to know that.

Calling out to the Wall, as per IC. No attacks this round.

Oh, there was something else in the air now. Did this Lorenzo not know any other tricks than filling the air with things that smelled or was worse than that? It was really quite disgusting. Still, against his general behavior, he decided to stay silent. Lorenzo liked to have him a bit away it seemed, but he had his own tricks. And right now, he could hear where Lorenzo was, and that would be a fine way to play a trick on his own. If Lorenzo did not like Pixie Dust, then he would give him some! Pan's hand glittered slightly, then glitter spread around Lorenzo. It would quickly grow solid around him and catch him, if he did not move at least.

Reflex save: 1d20+10 = 11 Well, let's try for Fortitude then: 1d20+7 = 26 Safe! Keeping moving around, and throwing some Binding Bands at Lorenzo. Pan's accurate hearing should allow him to know where he is from his voice, if I understand that right. Attack: 1d20+11 = 30 DC21 Ref save to avoid being caught in a Snare if it hits.

Pan's left hand flew to his nose the moment he smelled the sweet floral scent. No, he was not about to be caught that easily! "No, I do believe that I will not! You might be the Black Rose, but I am the Forever Boy! And you are not the first mad two-bit magician that I have faced!" And then, following his bold declaration, and with his fingers clamped on his nose, Pan fell silent. But silence was not the same as inaction. Oh no, not at all. Rather, if he could not see, then he saw no reason that Lorenzo should be able to either! An illusion, an image, an imaginary fog spread through the sewer. As thick as the darkness, as difficult to penetrate! And while it spread out, Pan himself moved, swiftly away from where he had been but a moment before, as he prepared his own attack. After all, why would he need to see, if he could hear?

LEFT! And using Pan's own obscure effect to create a mist that means Lorenzo can't see either! And moving to another location. No reason to stay in the same spot if the other guy can't see you.

Reflex Save: 1d20+10 = 24

GM "I do not know you at all, mortal." The King answered swiftly, not bothering to look away from the content. "You could be a trickster in disguise, for all I know." He fell silent, staring at the two cups. One to show his glory, or one to mock him. The surrounding court held their breath, as their king made his choice. One hand, impossible long moved slowly towards the table, finally picking the wooden cup. "Behold, the glow and shine of the tears. Not even a cup as mundane as this can diminish my glory." He picked the cup, and held it up above his eyes. He tipped it, a drop falling in each, then the cup was empty. And he stood silent. The court still held their breath.

Oh, alright then. This was fine. This man, Mr. Lorenzo was quite obviously not a good guy! That made things so much easier. And making demands of him now, stating that his mind had danced through centuries in ways that Pan did not understand? Now he was just trying to insult his intelligence! The man might be furious, but Pan was almost laughing! "And yet, for all the knowledge you seem to posses, you do not seem to have the simple ability to listen! I asked you a question first! An answer for an answer!" He was not about to give in this easily, rasied voices and threats or not. He could very well make his own threats.