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@Electra, @Lone_Star, @Kaede Kimura, @Nerdzul, @Spacefurry Make an intro post each and give me some initiative rolls!
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OOC for this.
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GM The Neighborhood Bodega near Claremont Academy February 1st, 2021 Afternoon, after classes had ended It was time for some of the newer students to take a trip to the neighborhood bodega. Danica thought so, at least. She had rounded up Luke, Leon and Muirne and off they went for cheap junk food! The weather was quite nice, if a bit chilly. It had started snowing a few hours earlier, and was still going, but the snowfall was light and inobtrusive. The group was just exiting the bodega with their bounty in hand when a strange wind blew through the street. It was warm, cutting a path through the falling snow, with a strong smell of ozone and rust along as it went. In a flash, an armored vehicle appeared, driving through the tunnel in the snowfall at full speed, tearing down the road. It was not alone. Seconds later, a pair of Omegadrones appeared in the same manner, flying straight after the vehicle.
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Then you pass without being noticed. Give me your next action OOC and IC.
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New Claremonter - Seeking Friends, Rivals, Workout Buddies
RocketLord replied to Lone_Star's topic in Archives
Well, since there's so many people interested and I'll be running this arrival, I'll stick to just GM'ing ? -
GM By the time the Dawg reached the area and Ashley circled, the protest had not quite turned violent yet, but it seemed close. Tempers were flaring. Protesters were yelling at the police officers that had been stationed around to keep an eye out, calling them sellouts, saying they were part of the conspiracy. Still, no one had been hurt or attacked yet, no property damage. From what they could see and hear, the protest seemed to be in support of Judy, and they were, if anything, pissed that she was missing, thinking that she must have been disappeared by someone. Some of their banners bore the name Jaycee's Children. By now, they were shouting some sort of rhytm: "WHERE. Is. JAY. CEE? SHE. SHOULD. BE. FREE!" They could not see Matt Wagner. Either he had left, or disappeared into the crowds.
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Pan sat down as well, crossing his legs under himself as he sat on the air, just a little bit of golden dust falling from him towards the ground below him. "No, perhaps they should not. But that is how life is, is it not? Not always what we want it to be." The illusions around them disappeared while Pan moved his hands together, starting to play with golden dust as he spoke, creating intricate designs as he did. "Claremont is not a prison. It is easy enough to slip out if you know how, but since you are in a position where you have decided that you should not make your great escape, let us talk about how you can have a better time, yes?"
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GM "That's cool." The woman moved a bit, closer in front of the screen. "Really? You're just going to ask me? That's awfully nice of you." She reached out and touched the mouse, clicking away from whatever was happening on it, before sliding to the side. "See, nothing's wrong. Just needed to borrow the computer for a sec." She was grinning behind the helmet.
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Justice does machines, if you want her in. Get some Emerald City perspective on things. Nevermore fits here, if you want him! Ghost was retroactively around during that time, so there's another option. Pick any and all you want ?
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You made it, effects in IC!
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GM As she stepped into the office, she noticed a tripwire, managing to step over it without triggering it. "Huh?" The woman turned around casually, flashing a smile from beneath her helmet. "Really? That's what you're gonna lead with?" She turned around fully, moving away from the computer screen, her feet gliding into position on the floor. "That's a good look. Where'd you get tech like that?" She stood in front of the screen, moving to make it difficult for Chimera to see it, but it seemed to be showing some sort of progress bar.
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GM Macedon stayed behind while Luke brought the group up, high above the city. The triple towers of the Pyramid Plaza stood as the tallest buildings in the city. The buildings still stood unfinished, the work on the towers halted by the battle that raged across the city. From above, they could see two flying figures fighting above the city, the force of their blows sending shockwaves their way that the group could almost feel. In the streets below, heroes could be seen leading civilians away from danger, or protecting them from villains. Not far away, at the base of the tower, a small group of figures moved around, seemingly searching for something.
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Nevermore II Charlie looked to Muirne and frowned. "Hey, don't worry, the professor sounds like this has happened before. We'll make it back somehow." He offered a hand to help her up on top of Luke, helping anyone else that might need help, then moved up his form to the dragon's head, being as close as he could get, at least. "Codenames, Nightscale. Get used to it. My boss would've had me running laps by now if I kept calling our his name like this." If everyone wanted to do this, then sure, they had to keep to the rules, right? "I think Madame Raven's right. We gotta get up high, get a look at things. If we head for the Scarab, we'll just end up mucking things up." His lips twisted into a grin. "And I kind of want to see who the Centurion's fighting."
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Combined TOU of the group: 25 Your attacks manage to incapacitate some, but you're not making any noticeable progress.
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Not anyone you know.
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Nevermore II Leaping from the window, Charlie spread out his cape to soften his fall, landing next to the Raven. "Sure, got him, boss," he muttered while accepting the Bowman from Alek, gently putting him down on the floor before reaching into his belt and pulling out a first aid kit. It wasn't much, but he could at least keep him stable. "You got the cleanup, Arrow?" He didn't bother to look up while he asked, focusing on Arrow's mentor instead. With the Unkindness ready, he helped Bowman up again, towards it and into the seat. With the barely conscious Bowman in the seat, he turned to Raven again. "This is bad, right? Not just Bowman, but the whole thing with them saying they're Ushers?"
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"Up, up and away," Pan muttered to no one in particular. Just him and Danica, then. Everyone else safe within her shell. Yes, this should do well. Pan paused briefly, looking around. Where to start? What would be the best place to go? "Back to where we started!" he finally exclaimed, flying off leaving just a trail of dust behind, before returning for Danica. "Shall we?" He would have to wait for Danica, of course. Oh well, they would get there soon enough.
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Hm... let's go with treating it like a Targeted Area attack at the stunted powers rank for damage? Give me a roll with your ranged attack bonus to hit them all, then I'll roll vs that, treating the group as one target with individual ones being incapicated (depending on how you want to stop them)
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Back it to the door. Give me a Knowledge [Popular Culture] check to see if you know her if you got that.
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@Heritage is up! 23 - Shift - 2HP - Bruise (x1) 23 - Arrow IV - 0HP - Unharmed 23 - Nightscale - 2HP - Unharmed 14 - Stinger - Unharmed 12 - Toxin - Unharmed 10 - Chump - Unharmed, Raging 10 - Nevermore II - 1HP - Unharmed 10 - Bluebird - Unharmed - 100 feet above ground 7 - Howl - 3HP - Unharmed 7 - Casanova - Unconscious, Bruise (x1), Entangled (Rank 8 Snare: -2 ATK/DEF, -4 DEX, Anchored branch on tree above him, upside down) Visual Obscure, Darkness: 8/10 rounds, on Initiative 10. Auditory Obscure centered on 100 feet radius from Howl's previous location.
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GM Bluebird continued to fly about 100 feet above the group. So far, she had not been lucky, but could they even get to hear? Nightscale had pulled Stinger away from Arrow, grappling her in a crushing hold, while Toxin continued to attack Shift. Casanova was hanging from the branch of one of the trees, twitching lightly from the shock. The hit had sent him spinning widely, slamming face first into the trees, some blood dripping from his now broken nose. On the opposite side of the tree from Nightscale, Sting, Arrow, Toxin and Shift, Chump still had his sights set on Howl, so far shrugging off everything the armored teen had thrown at him.
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Nevermore II "Sounds like a group of wannabes. Three people, arguing about the alarm. Talking about taking them in and out, so they might have a teleporter in the group, that could be trouble." He paused briefly. "One of them wants to go, but the big angry guy wants to go in there again. The usual make it big, yadda yadda yadda speech." Looking up at Callie, he grinned. "Strike hard from the shadows and fade away sound good to you? Sounds like the small guy is the one that'll get them in and out."
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GM "No, I think it does!" Jonathan clearly didn't agree with Agnes' plans for ending the situation. He moved in close, through the blinding light, quickly moving his arms in around the Preacher, only to see the older man slipping out of his grasp. Almost cackling to himself, the Preacher continued back through the hallway that they had entered the room. His entire body continued to shine as he moved, far faster than one would suspect of a man his age.
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Jonathan tries to grapple the Preacher: 12, that's a miss. The Preacer retreats, running towards the tunnel you came from. His body is still glowing with the blinding obscure effect. 23 - Ms. Bright - 1HP - Unharmed 20 - Jonathan - Bruise (x1) 14 - Preacher - Unharmed
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Archer II Connor pulled a handful of arrows his quiver. No more being flashy and smart, then. These guys wanted to play rough, he'd play rough. Nothing fancy, just arrows. Moving to the side as he circled around them, he started firing arrow after arrow at the man that had just talked, each hitting its goal and digging into him, going through any armor he might have. Arms, legs, bodyshots... It wasn't long before he fell down, leaving just one more target on the roof. Reaching for another arrow, he raised it and took aim.