RocketLord

Opposed Intimidate: 1d20+25 = 38

Can I get an intimidate check for your posturing?

I'm guessing that an initiative roll is in order? Rolling now, for the sake of speed. Initiative: 1d20+2 = 17 Also, cue the theme song!

Oh come on! Of course she had to go and sprain her foot or ankle or whatever! Still, Robin was quickly by her side, starting to help Amber to her feet... and then she heard the voices around the corner. The bodyguard that had cracked his knuckles, doing the move again. He must like to try and intimidate people with that. "Whatever happens next, try and stay out of the way." she whispered to Amber. One hand had already moved to her Justice Buster, a slight grin on her lips. Needing a hand free to activate her suit wasn't always the best idea, so she had made some upgrades. Sure, the phone and the app still worked, but, she had also put in a voice activation. She guessed there would be no talking to these goons. Loyal to Blowfish, stupid, big and strong. They would take her down quick in a straight fight. She stood up straight, swinging her arm out. If he thought a mask meant Halloween... well... This guy was in for a shock. She couldn't keep a grin from her lips. She really got to say this! "Henshin!" The Justice Driver came to life, red and gold springing forth, as Justice leapt into action, quickly placing herself between Amber and the two goons, her gun raised. If Amber had liked her costume before... well, this was something different. "You two are getting one chance to back off!"

Was it excessive force, breaking parts of the shop to take down the men? Probably, but Cassidy was more focused on taking them down quick. There was no telling what those weapons could do to anyone, and he wasn't about to risk that. And then they had a hostage. Damn. Cassidy had hoped that everyone was gone from the store already, but it didn't seem like that was the case after all. At least his sand storm was still raging, still swirling around them, making it difficult for the two robbers to see anything. That might give him a chance here, at least. So, what should he do? Give up, let them get away with the hostage and the jewelry? Take a shot? He had been practicing. He was getting better, but still... it was a chance. And then he saw it, the water. That was not how water was meant to behave, was it? It is moving forward, towards the robber. Maybe it would be best to see how it played out, then? "Alright." He raised his hands, taking a step back. The sand still spun around him, he wasn't about to let that go. Not if it meant they didn't notice the water. "No need to go killing anyone now. You don't want that on yer conscience, do ya?"

Just talking this round, keeping them calm.

Using DD's Skill Mastery for the Notice Check, for a total result of 20.

GM Charles led on then, as Oswald requested. Through the hall, which were absolutely covered in various paintings of magical beasts. There, the image of a griffon in flight. There, a giant elephant with four sets of tusks. And so much more, paintings of all sizes and shapes. The middle of the hall was dominated by a great water fountain, in the shape of a three headed dog. Water poured from each of the mouths, much like drool or slobber. Charles paused his walk, looking at it with a fond smile. "I always loved the tale of Cerberus as a child. Imagine! A three headed guard dog, keeping everyone safe! Is it not wonderful, Mr. Zappelius?"

"Yeah, just wait 'till I pull out the entire thing." Robin responded to the costume comment. This was just the mask, and it wasn't like she would normally wear these clothes with it, but hey, the mask was good for semi-incognito work like this, right? "Let's focus on protecting you first, alright? I really think we should go somewhere else, and I saw Blowfish talking to one of his goons inside. Didn't look to be too pleasant, sooo... yeah. Let's get out of here." She couldn't really show Amber just how she would protect her, could she? She didn't have a plan, didn't have a safe house... the closest thing they had was the Wall's hiding place. It might be a good spot, if the Wall and detective Kidd hadn't killed each other yet, but they couldn't be followed there either. It would have to do. With some determination, Robin gestured Amber forward. The sooner they left this place, the better. Then she could get the evidence.

GM There was a pause. It was long. Whatever else the Grendel's Mother had expected in response, it had not expected Lament's bombastic retort. This was probably the first time that a thief had actually shown himself and faced her, when she so demanded. Then Lament heard coins scattering, and a frustrated yell. It was not human. It was higher pitched, with a strange reverb. Not a sound that a human could make. And then the Grendel's Mother came running, turning around a corner, she stood before him. Her face was twisted by age and rage. Covered in wrinkles, her eyes hidden in shadow, she stood before him. "Who are you to steal my treasure, thief of thieves!?"

Yep, @Supercape is up. 24 - Sgt. Shark - 2 HP - Mind controlled, Pinned 15 - Asad - 3 HP - Undamaged 13 - Sea Devil - 2 HP - Undamaged

1 HP for Sgt. Shark, then!

Sand in the Wind Travelling through the Magic Mesa had always been disorienting. Whirling, turning, twisting. Being pulled from one direction to another, almost like the pull of the cosmic winds were threatening to pull you apart. And yet, it was part of Cassidy's duties. The Magic Mesa had called, and he had answered. Diving deep into its caves, he found himself pulled through the never ending maze, until, finally, he came to an abrupt stop. A group of snake-men, Lemurians, had surrounded a few men and women clad in nothing but furs, standing in a desert. He could see the Magic Mesa in the distance. When was he? They seemed so primitive. It had to be the past. Did it matter? He had to help. He hesitated for a moment, just briefly. It still felt weird, to feel this drive. The push to do good. As a cloud of dust and sand, he flew towards them, only to stop. The men and women were not alone. They were not unprotected. The sand and dust swirled around them, taking form. Part of the sand grew solid, a spear twisting to strike at the first Lemurian, then back to sand again, allowing the being in the sand to escape retaliation. It moved so swiftly, it was but a dance. Cassidy could recognize it. The power, at least. Yet, the finesse, the way it moved, it was so unlike anything it could do. It rapidly shifted, sand growing solid to protect the men and women in the fur from attacks, yet other parts of the sand striking back, enveloping the Lemurians. Even as all semblance of a human form was abandoned by the being of sand, at least for now, Cassidy knew. It was an instinctual knowledge, something deep within, even if he had not been able to guess. This was a predecessor. This was one of the previous guardians. It struck, it danced. There was a joy in the movements, and a care for its charges. Cassidy could swear that he heard it whispering words of encouragement to the men and women in its care. It would keep them safe, it would keep them together, protect them from all harm. No Lemurian even came close to them. It was a guardian, so much more than Cassidy had ever been. It was not quick to take the Lemurians down. No quick, decisive strikes, like Cassidy would do. Its focus where elsewhere, all of its focus were on protecting the men and women in its care. Not an avenger, but a hero, putting itself in between, offering protection and safely. Finally, the last Lemurian stood alone. The sand whirled around him, pushing him back, away from the men and women. Then it turned solid. A woman, probably in her fourties. If Cassidy was right about the time they were in, she was genuinely ancient for her time. From what he remembered from his high school, getting to her age were an accomplishment. He could see her talking to the Lemurian. It struck at her, but he saw no malice or anger in her eyes, even as he body split apart at where the snake-man's sword sliced. But as he looked clearly, it was not a cut. No, the sand that made up her body simply split apart, reforming after the sword passed. She tried talking more, with the Lemurian striking a few more times in vain, before, finally, it turned and ran. The cloud of sand that was Cassidy flew around her. She had long dark hair, tied into a braid. Her features were exotic, he couldn't place them. Maybe it was so far before his time? Did it matter? Her eyes were calm and warm. She smiled even, as she looked after the fleeing Lemurian. She turned to her charges, said something in a language that Cassidy couldn't understand. Their response sounded similar, with a thankful tone, before they turned and ran, hurrying towards the Mesa. She seemed content. Why was he here? Why had the Mesa wanted Cassidy to see this? The way she had moved, it had been so different from anything he was able to. She had used her powers so differently from him. Protecting not just herself, but everyone around her. To Cassidy, being a guardian was a title, but it wasn't truly what he considered himself to be, was it? No, he was an avenger. He had been brought back to get revenge on uncle Ben, on anyone that would prey on the weak, but this woman was different. She was a guardian. She hadn't fought the Lemurians to defeat them. She had done it to protect the men and women in her care. Was there more to his role than Cassidy thought, then? Was that why the Magic Mesa had brought him here? "I know what you're thinking." The woman spoke English. "Why am I here? What do the Mesa want me to do?" The woman turned back towards him again. "Come now, let me see you." Cassidy hesitated for a moment. He understood her. How was this even possible? Did English even exist yet? Still, he complied. His form of sand and dust turned solid, into his masked form. Without waiting for a response from the woman, he pulled off his mask. It didn't really matter to wear it here, did it? "How can I understand you?" The woman smiled, placing her index finger at her lips. "Sorry. If you don't know yet, then I can't tell you, but there's more to being a guardian than just sand." She paused, reaching for her long braid and playing with it a little, as she spoke. "Let me have a proper look at you, then. Let me see where we will go." She reached out, her hands turning to sand. Cassidy had no idea how to react, what to do, he just stood still, as the sand moved around him. What was she doing? He could sense her sand on him, moving freely. It was like she was reading him, then pulled back. "You're still young, are you not? Still so much anger. So much want for revenge." She pulled back, wrapping her arms around herself and looked up. Cassidy followed her gaze. He hadn't even noticed the darkness, or the multitude of stars above. It was almost like back home, when at the Mesa, and yet different. She was a guardian, he was an avenger. She was right about that. "But is that all you want? To fill your new life with thoughts of revenge?" She smiled, spreading out her arms. They turned to sand, spreading out drifting up, drawing shapes in the air above them. "There's so much more to do! I have been where you are now. So have those that came before me. Most likely, the ones that come after too. It is all part of the cycle. But you can't fill a life as long as ours with something like that. You must be more, my friend." Her sand returned, and she turned to Cassidy again. "Or maybe I'll just give it all up once I get my revenge. Maybe I don't need all this." Cassidy couldn't help himself. She was getting under his skin. The woman just laughed, stepping closer. "You are not meant to be avenger, boy. We have all been killed. We have all been brought back. The Mesa does not pick its guardians at random. You have a better heart than you think." What was this? Cassidy stepped back. She was a guardian. Why did he have to be, too? She was this far in the past, just what did she know about him anyway? "I..." She stopped him. Suddenly before him, a finger on his lips. "Be more. Be better. Trust me, it will be a very long and hard life if you do not." She stepped around him, almost dancing. There was a joy in her movements than Cassidy had not had himself in a long time. He was a rock, she was the sand that danced in the wind. She moved further, splitting and dancing. Cassidy could only watch. She was so free. He had not felt free for such a long time, not since he was brought back. Did he really limit himself, what he could do, what he could be? Should he do as she said? Let go of the avenger, and become the guardian? Could he? He felt the pull again. The Magic Mesa. It was time to go, whether he wanted to or not. The woman of sand danced in the wind as Cassidy faded.

"Mr. Pan, do you know Elsa an' Anna? Have you ever met Aladdin? Oh, oh, what about Ariel!? Or Moana! Is Tinkerbell nice? How's it feel to fly? Is Captain Hook scary up close?" Victoria was all but jumping up and down as she asked her questions, wanting to know everything she could. After all, this was Peter Pan in front of her, was it not? She had to know everything, she wanted to know all that he knew! Pan chuckled, weaving images of everyone that he knew. He had heard of a Queen Elsa, way up North, but he had never visited. Maybe he should, if he ever made it back to Neverworld! Ariel he had met, one of the many mermaid princesses! She was one the red hair, almost like fire under the water! He had never heard about either Aladdin or Moana, but of course, they might be out there! He drew images on the very air around them, as Victoria's questions continued in an endless stream. The only thing he didn't comment on was "Captain Hook". The Hooked Man was not something he wished to share with children. Oh, he liked little Victoria. She had a spark! A spark of imagination and pure wonder! She would make a wonderful adventurer one day, he was sure! As Miss Lupine called the kids to brush their teeth, Pan waved happily after Victory. He was only happy to spend the night with the kids, but sadly, he had been placed with the boys. These were small children, of course they would not bunk up, but they were close by. Victoria waved a few times from their end of the room, and Pan waved back. But sleeping like this, that was boring! He could not have that, could he now? He sent a glimmering ship sailing through the room, from the boys to the girls, carrying a crew of Disney princesses and heroes. It sailed through the room, at least until Miss Lupine told him to knock it off!

There were still people there, but they would be left untouched by the raging sandstorm. Cassidy had practiced long to be able to do so, but it was worth it, to keep them safe instead. Still, he needed to get in between them and the robbers before they started firing blindly. The sandstorm still whirling around him, the Dust Devil took solid shape once more, the sand solidifying near the front of the store. His arms already spread out to the sides, Cassidy couldn't keep a grim grin from his lips, as he brought his hands together with the sound of thunder, a shockwave bursting straight forward towards the crooks and the store. He would probably cause a lot of damage, but honestly, he didn't care much about what they were stealing. He cared more about how dangerous those weapons could be.

Changing arrays around: MMG array set to Guardian's Strength WD array set to Impervious Toughness WS array at Super Strength The Sandstorm stays in effect due to Continuous duration. DD tries to get in between the people and the robbers, and uses a Super-Strength Shockwave aimed into the store to try knocking the robbers down. DC25 Toughness save, with DC20 Reflex save to reduce to DC20 Toughness.

Forever Boy My, this was a big one! Flying as fast as he could towards the giant troll, Pan shimmered for a brief moment, a sheen of Pixie Dust covering for the briefest of time, before manifesting into his costume around him. He couldn't see any of the teachers around as he flew like an arrow, a trail of Pixie Dust behind him. Only other students. He didn't mind, really. With everyone here, the giant thing wouldn't stand a chance, would it now? They were heroes, after all! He was quickly by the beast. He could create an illusion, he could try to catch it. Or maybe, he could simply try to get its attention, leaving it open to attack from his fellow students? "Hey there, big and gruesome! Look at me! Follow the shiny guy that's flying around you! Come along now!" He weaved and bopped around a bit, making sure to give the big ugly troll a good look at the Pixie Dust. Who knew? If he was some bad christmas spirit, then perhaps Pan's red and green costume would annoy him even more?

Forever Boy tries to Distract Krampus: Bluff 1d20+14 = 24 vs. higher of Bluff, Sense Motive or Will. Dazed for one round if he succeeds.

GM The shark in the sergeant continued its struggle. It wanted blood, and it wanted to protect the light from the crack. There was something down there, something that the surface dwellers should not reach. He was not sure what, and he didn't particularly care, but he would continue to defend it. The high pressure water had an affect, albeit brief. The light flickered for a moment. And perhaps, that moment would be what Sgt. Shark needed to break free. Obviously, the Sea Devil's torrent of high pressure water had hit something! But what exactly, remained to be seen.

24 - Sgt. Shark - 1 HP - Mind controlled, Pinned 15 - Asad - 3 HP - Undamaged 13 - Sea Devil - 2 HP - Undamaged Sgt. Shark gets to make an extra Will Save vs. DC20 due to Aquaria's actions!

GM Alas, there were no such thing! All three were swirling emotions, all three had laughter and sorrow and happiness and despair and... The clicking sound had stopped. Grendel's Mother was no longer stacking the coins. There was a wail. An unearthly scream, echoing from the main chamber. It was chilling to the bone, full of anger and fear. "WHO IS IN MY CAVE!? WHO IS STEALING FROM ME!? SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD! SHOW YOURSELF AND FACE ME!"

Notice check from Grendel's Mother vs. DC20 for the items being moved: 1d20+12 = 23 Uh oh.

Yeeeah... Amber was not doing well. Amber stayed, sipping on a coke. No alcohol. Now, she wasn't somebody who didn't like a drink every now and again, but she really needed to stay on point here. The audience didn't really love the show, and she couldn't blame them, but they didn't need to know that Robin was the reason. She did her best to keep an eye on Blowfish while trying to remain unseen. Make sure he didn't make a move or anything, and... whatever he said to his bodyguard, it didn't sound good. Had the bad song made him finally tire of Amber? Or did he just get pissed off because she didn't live up to his expectations? Robin frowned, as she made her way to the back of the club, to where they were supposed to meet. Hopefully Amber would be there, and the bodyguard wasn't going for her. If not... well, the Justice Buster was under her jacket, a weight against her ribs, and she was wearing the Justice Driver. While moving out, once she was in a blind angle, she would quickly put on her mask again and get rid of the fake beauty mark. Time to go, and to put Robin away. It was time for Justice again.

Masked men? Yeah, they were probably the bad guys. And the weapons? Yeah, they were probably the ones that uncle Ben had been selling. And they were using them to rob a jewelry store. Really? Was that what they thought to do with weapons that had been used in a freaking interdimensional invasion? For some reason, that just pissed Cassidy off. First things first, then. He had no idea what exactly the weapons could do, so any advantage would do here. Time to see how these punks dealt with a localized sandstorm coming their way. It was a good trick. Sand bursting out from him, cutting and ripping at them, getting in their eyes, whirling around. He was just sand, flying forward, in the middle of the storm. Get to them, then hit them.

Surprise round action: Sandstorm, only affecting the bad guys. MMG array set to Environmental Control WD array set to Insubstantial WS array at Flight Initiative: 1d20+10 = 22