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Kaede Kimura

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  1. Muirne looked around, pushing back on a building sense of wrongness in her head. She hadn't heard of Dr. Otaku, but it was definitely odd to her that the crowd was so against the one who was being called 'The Main Event'. Wasn't that a sign of prestige, why would they be so against him. The fight is being filmed by some drones like Vanguard uses. Also everyone hates this Otaku fellow, does anyone kno- Her train of thought came to a crashing halt as her link roared back to life and the wrongness vanished. She closed her eyes and focused on pushing the power down, before focusing back on the projection. Something was wrong here, it was almost like... Magic. She felt the blood drain from her face, there was actual magic here. Her breath left her, and a cold sweat appeared on her face. She had to get away. She clutched at her mouth to hold in her stuttering breath. She couldn't run, she had to warn Vanguard. She had to warn them but... I have to get away! As that thought blared out, Muirne collapsed to her knees and her outline gave way to writhing shadows. Her form expanded frayed into a mass of heaving shadows, with two cold green eyes glaring from a head only a plagued fancy could have dreamed of. The creature leapt from the spot Muirne had stood, flowing along the walls to the darkest corner of the room. It glared out at the warmth and light in the room, hating it. Muirne forced herself to stop, despite the pain of the light and warmth around her. She had to warn Vanguard of the magic in the building. She had to send the message. Then they would know, and could get to safety. She had to get the message out, Síþwíf Dee and the others had to know to get to safety. She reached out to the warmth with her mind, pushing through the oily shadows that were billowing through her link. The projection is magical! She relaxed, sliding further into the shadows. They would know now, and could be safe. But Eira doesn't know. Some small corner of her mind reminded her. She can't hear Dee's messages. The shadows writhed in agitation as she crawled towards the door.
  2. Okay, Muirne is gonna panic at the magic, and Shadow Form to try and run.
  3. The Carnifex shrugged off the jet burst easily, leaning forward into it with a grin on it's face before the Ultio Red's fist smashed into it. It snarled as the metal clanged against the side of it's head, the stone cracking slightly and blood like magma oozed forth, glowing with heat. The monster staggered drunkenly, chuckling quietly. The Dreamer ignored her nightmare's condition, continuing to focus on her dreamscape. She bent reality to her will, and once again a large box appeared in the air, plummeting towards the building's roof. She sighed tiredly, her frustration mounting. Maybe she should dismiss the Carnifex and have her dreams try and grapple the targets, but at the same time they might become even more aggressive if she did, which would endanger not only herself, but Ultra Girl. She couldn't risk that.
  4. Okay, Carnifex is dazed, so she cannot take any actions. The Dreamer is gonna try and put the same two guys in a box. DC 17 Reflex again
  5. The Dreamer breathed deeply behind her mask, taking in Brixton's explanation. She had the information which she had been given regarding their smuggling operation tonight, and needed to wrap this up, hoping to follow the criminals. "I understand, Alaynah must be a busy woman. Two weeks sounds perfectly fine." She kept her voice friendly, no use burning a bridge if she didn't have to. The snake began to wind its way around her arm, towards the rest of the chair, but she ignored it. She shook her head at the offer to refer her to someone else. "No thank you, I am perfectly willing to wait. Thank you for your time." She began wheeling her way towards the door after she finished, but paused at the question, thinking it over and realising that she had not in fact provided him a name, alias or otherwise. "How foolish of me, it slipped my mind. Please, call me Trickster. I look forward to that meeting." With that she wheeled her way out of the shop, looking around for any sign of where Alaynah and the others had gone.
  6. So Muirne thinks that magic is going on? I just want to clarify, due to her complication.
  7. Okay, so they didn't appreciate the Flyting then? Will save: 1d20+8 = 13 Will save with a Hero Point: 1d20+8 = 23 Sense Motive: 1d20+9 = 11 Sense Motive with a Hero Point: 1d20+9 = 29 Notice: 1d20+10 = 27 Muirne has no ranks in any of those last skills, and so automatically fails her attempt. She is now down to one Hero Point.
  8. Muirne continued looking around the room, huddling deeper into her cloak in discomfort. Should she say she was in? She could still kinda fight without her powers, although she wasn't the best. She'd heard a lot about this 'Great Work' and it was doubtless important to what was going on in Rurland. But only if she could win. Muirne turned to Mette as the telepathic message blasted out, raising her eyebrow quizzically at the superheroine. She was about to ask what the northerner what she meant when she announced that she wanted to participate. What was she thinking!? "Mette! What are you doing?" She whispered harshly, gently grabbing the heroine's arm. She looked up as the hologram spoke, before glaring as she taunted Mette. Flyting1? Sum earm genéðan2. Muirne's mouth twisted, she didn't expect a flyting here, or she would have practised in English, so she fell back on the language she knew, speaking up from next to Mette. "Hwa drýhþ héo wenan híe sylfum to gecanc sum rihtcynn baldor, hwonne þes eabd bóþ ne sum had dreng weorþlic of sé heáhnama3." 1A contest consisting of the exchange of insults 2A poor attempt 3Who does she believe her self to mock a true hero, when this land boasts not an individual warrior worthy of the exalted name?
  9. Muirne smiled sheepishly as Mette admonished her telepathically, an apology dying on her tongue as she turned to look into the room. It was totally outside her experience, limited as it was. Flashing lights assaulted her eyes, and the drone of the music pounded at her ears. She nearly covered her ears with her hands, turning to Mette and grimacing. Sorry, I didn't think about it, I wanted to know what was going on in here. Her eyes flicked around the room, taking in the various people. She started to make her way deeper into the room when the music cut out, and a hologram appeared. Muirne listened intently as the hologram spoke, unsure as to how to respond, especially when the hologram seemed to focus on her and Mette. She had a sinking feeling about what she'd just wandered into. Is this a... I don't know if there are words... a feohtlac pytt1? Do they want us to fight? She looked back at Mette, concern on her face. "What do you think we should do?"
  10. The Dreamer smiled behind her mask as the shopkeeper examined the letter opener. She did have to admit it was a good piece, and unless she missed her mark should be worth no small amount of money, although it was of no matter to her, given she could dream of dozens like it. She was glad that her estimation of a good payment method for the man would be something he could turn around and sell in his shop, and she was perfectly happy to give it to him in exchange for what she needed. Her smile quickly turned to a scowl behind her mask as Alaynah left, taking the hooded man with her, but she would simply have to change up her plan. Schedule a time and place... She didn't know what times or places would be best, which was annoying. The half-blind crow crooned as she thought over the issue. She turned her mask back to the shopkeeper, Brixton. "Of course. What would be the soonest possible time? Place is of no import, provided it can be reached." The crow walked behind her head, vanishing from reality. "If there is any way you can expedite the meeting I would be perfectly happy to pay you for the trouble." She cocked her head as she asked, the shift of her head revealing a large snake coiled around the back of her chair.
  11. The Dreamer Reflex Save: 1d20+4 = 17 Toughness Save: 1d20+11 = 25 Carnifex ex Imaginatio Reflex save: 1d20+5 = 24, so she passes and then impervious toughness eats the damage. DC23 does beat her impervious, so: 1d20+10 = 17 So that'll hurt.
  12. With a roar like a volcano erupting, the Carnifex leapt at Ultio Red, pulling it's arm back to slam the flyer into next week. The swing hit the armour solidly, but the power suit held, protecting the human inside while the angry nightmare raged as it fell back down to the roof. The roof trembled as the giant landed, snarling up at the suits "Pray your luck doesn't run out, that suit won't protect you if it does." The Dreamer meanwhile focused on the other flyers, she needed to take them out of the fight, since while it was obvious the Carnifex was immune she wasn't, and she didn't want to get shot. Still she was hardly willing to kill them and wanted to keep the damage to the surroundings to a minimum. Quickly arriving at the idea she'd use instead she dreamed a box over them, a hole in the bottom so that it would cover them rather than crush them. Quickly a large box appeared, six inches of stone, with delicate patterns of marble swirling over the surface. She scowled as the two easily ducked out from below the box before it could land over them.
  13. When the bestial creature roared, Alice's heart hammered in her chest, and she dropped the gangster in her hands as she watched the crowd panic. She took a moment, breathing deep to calm herself, cape fluttering as she turned to look at the new enemy. She snarled, getting ready to join Gauss as they attacked the monster when she stopped herself, remembering the police barricade. The crowd was charging headlong towards them. Swearing viciously, Alice shot off towards them, stopping ahead of the barricade with a rush of air. "There is a crowd incoming, please hold your fire! Two gangs started a shootout and a villain turned up, it's not a riot they are just afraid!" She was glad she sounded confident, hours of practice paying off. "If someone could point me towards the officer in charge I can give them a briefing of the situation and we can coordinate assistance." Alice prayed silently that they would listen as she floated down gently in front of the barricade.
  14. The Dreamer looked around the shop, noting the chime with a detached glance. She gives the entire shop a lazy once over, noting the many items, wondering if the dreamcatchers actually stopped nightmares, after all, magic was apparently real. She watched the people go around the store, pondering how to broach the reason she was here. Should she tell them she was working for the Forest Clan? Maybe profess to being independent. Should she offer pay up front, or let them make the offer? Maybe she should try to obligate them through a sense of justice, or try to intimidate them? After all, she was capable of some rather impressive displays of power, capable of creating very large objects. If she offered pay, should she generate some possible payment methods right now, or use it as a display of power? Would they believe that her dream items were permanent? As she pondered this people left the room, but The Dreamer wasn't too bothered, as long as one of them was here she could talk to them. She was broken out of her thoughts as the shopkeeper talked to her. She hummed quietly at the question, deciding to go straight for the throat of the issue. Besides, if she had to, she could just create a diamond the size of a truck or something. "I am here to speak to Alaynah and her crew." She looks at the hooded figure, pausing as she concentrated on creating some new dreams and fitting them together with the help of small dream creatures. "I am here to ask some questions, and can pay..." She smiles behind the mask as she let that last part hang in the air, cocking her head while she continued with the dreaming and watching the hooded figure. After a few more seconds The Dreamer produced a silver letter opener and sheath with the handle ending in an ivory dragon clutching a polished green emerald the size of a large marble from some folds in her dress. She lets the silence hang for a bit longer, before continuing. "I can pay handsomely in fact." A dreamed crow which was blind in one eye on the back of her wheelchair cawed raucously like a sinister laugh as she continued staring at the hooded figure.
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