Kaede Kimura

Shadowborne

Aoife stared at Shields and the Zombie for a hateful second, wishing that she could rend them limb by limb, but the others were working at that now, she needed to protect them from the puppets.

She focused briefly, her well of power bubbling out into her body. Muirne always said it was painful but to Aoife it just felt of home, she savored the feeling for a moment before releasing them. Within moments the shadows had swept across the ground, reaching and grasping, seeking to drag the puppets down.

15 hours ago, Nerdzul said:

If it's fine Nightscale will interpose for Muirne against the attack of the crowd as well. 

And to think, I just rolled a 28 on Reflex, since I went to check the saves before I read this lol. I'll wait to potentially spend another good roll on toughness to see what RL sez. 

Aoife is gonna switch to

Alternate Power: [29 = 29PP] Additional Descriptor(s): (Grappling, Grasping)

Snare 10 (Grasping Shadows; Extras: Area [Shapeable], Regenerating; Feats: Chokehold, Reversible; Flaws: Range [Touch]; Drawbacks: Vulnerability [Light; Frequency: Common; Intensity: Moderate (+50% Effect Rank)] [-3PP]) [29PP]

To Grapple the puppetsm

Woo, free Hero Points! Mostly I think it's just the fact that very strong brawlers in this system kinda end up pasting each other rapidly than having longer fights. This combined with the somewhat interesting rolling so far made for a somewhat unbalanced affair, but the rolling is hardly anyone's fault.

Toughness save, 1d20+15 = 26, I'll accept a bruise.

Anyway, Star has a golden opportunity that I hope my rolling allows for, she's gonna grab the Clown. (The temptation to also throw him is SO GREAT) Anyway, All-Out Attack since Alice wants to, y'know, hit.

1d20+10 = 18, this I will reroll. 1d20+10 = 24

Much better, assuming that hit, 1d20+26 = 42 at which point Star would start ascending as her move action, I think that needs another Grapple, but I'll wait for followup post. 

Okay, Toughness saves!

Save 1 1d20+8 = 23 I'd really rather not...

Hero point Reroll 1d20+15+10 = 30

Save 2 1d20+15 = 20, yyyyikes. Alright game, I see how it is. 

Hero point reroll numero dos... 1d20+15+10 = 35, oh thank God.

Okay, Alice is just gonna bean one of them, no tradeoff this time. 1d20+5 = 6 gee, so many good rolls this round...

-__-

With that Star would retreat back to where Predator and the Clown are, trying to bar the way into the car with her body and be ready to Interpose for Predator or any of the STAR Labs people if something attacks them.

Sorry for the wait. Blackstaff's turn.

Dougal 22

Blackstaff 20 4HP

The Dreamer 12 0HP

Dryhten Dougal

The fires coating the Sorcerer's arms spring forwards, coalescing into the shape of an enormous snake, hellish heat pouring from it as it's maw gaped and it crashed down upon the pair, searing Blackstaff's flesh, although The Dreamer was shielded from the flames by her dreams. 

Dougal laughed mockingly as the fire washed away, leaving a snaking scorch mark upon the road. "You're outmatched, mage. Surrender and I may show you some mercy."

Blue Bolt

Vueriz looked up at Consuelo as she made her entry to the conversation. Her eyes roamed over her, taking in the offer of rooming together. She had never roomed with anyone except her brother. Maybe it would be nice to share a room with another girl- and someone who wasn't an absolute square, like Zurangar- besides, having an extra helper with her gadgets couldn't hurt, and having sharing a room with one of the 'Super' humans would be an excellent opportunity to learn of their culture and abilities. These thoughts flickered through in under a second before Vueriz said "That sounds great!" (Her decision wasn't assisted by the other girls punk aesthetic, she swears)

Turning back to Parker she considers his question, "Well my board is functioning,  but at significantly reduced capacity, it's making new things that is really not going well, none of the superconductors here work at high enough temperatures, you don't have access to sufficient quantities of some elements to make alloys I'm used to, and the amount of power that the sockets her provide is so low you'd think that your species is burning things to generate power instead of using solar arrays or fusion like normal people!"

Sorry for the delay, Muirne's Reflex comes to a measly 1d20+10+5 = 33

So then onto DC20 Toughness, 1d20+8+5 = 22 is also a, pass!

Shooting Star 

Alice was just about free from the wreckage of the motor when the truck caved in around her. She sighed briefly in frustration as she felt sharp pieces of tortured metal snagging on her clothes and scratching her breastplate before blunting themselves against her skin. She could feel the pressure from thr assault, whatever this thing was it was big and strong, but Alice reckoned she was stronger.

With a twist as the impact occured again she tore free of the annihilated front of the truck, bringing herself face to face with her opponent. She had to admit she was expecting a giant man or something rather than construction equipment, but she was used to odd situations at this point. Quickly she spotted the Saw Machine opening the truck and a plan formed in her head. 

As the machine lurched towards her once more she seized it by the scoop and twisted, heaving the multi ton machine towards the other, where with an earth-shaking crash they impacted. A savage grin flashed across her face as she puffed out a breath at the exertion. It felt good to stretch the muscles sometimes!

Okay, Star is gonna try to grapple the Smasher, All-Out-Attacking her Defense Bonus to 0, for a total +10 Attack

To Hit, 1d20+10 = 29

To Grapple, 1d20+26 = 38

And, if it fails to resist the grapple then she is gonna try to throw it at the Saw Machine, her maximum throwing distance is 100ft. so the range increment is 20ft.

If it's toughness exceeds her strength (Over +15) she receives a bonus equal to the difference up to +2, and if it's greater than Large Size, then it uses the Area Attack Rules.

Rolling to hit the Saw Machine (Still All-Out-Attacking): 1d20+10 = 11

I'm uh, gonna reroll that, HP spent. 1d20+10 = 24 (Under 10 so +10) 

Okay, 

Dougal 22

Blackstaff 20 5HP

The Dreamer 12 1HP

He is going to attack, throwing down an area Attack. Could I get a DC22 reflex save from Blackstaff?

You don't have Evasion so if you pass its a DC21 Toughness, if you fail DC27 instead. 

Saves for The Dreamer:

Reflex: 1d20+4 = 18

Toughness: 1d20+11 = 12 as amusing as an instant KO would be, I'll spend her Hero Point on a reroll.

Toughness take 2: 1d20+11 = 28

Significantly better.

Steel Shade

Aaron made his way through the crowd to where he'd seen his sister, glad to have found her in the crowd. Intellectually he was aware that she wasn't as weak and fragile as she had been before he'd gained his powers, but that didn't help the emotional side of things. It didn't take him long to make his way through the crowd to the table. With some friends. Who were boys.

"Should I be worried? You kids aren't up to no good, are you?" He asked jokingly before picking up the bottle of rum, "Oh hell, you four are looking for trouble, I'm impressed you kids are still alive if you've been drinking this."

Aaron sat down smiling amiably, as he surveyed the three boys. He paused, looking at Luke and Leon, "Have we met?"

Shadowborne 

Aoife's hand numbly releases the shaft of the spear she had embedded in Luke's chest, breathlessly trying to deny what she had done as tears continued to claw their way down her pallid cheeks. She felt sick, nausea borne of horror swimming through her.

Covering her mouth with her hand to keep her gorge from rising she falls to her knees with the shaking, watching the creature crawl from the fissure. Muirne and Aoife both stared at the nightmare born of their power, fear, disgust and self-loathing pouring from them both. They had to stop this, make up for the harm they had caused to godt who they loved, and everyone else hurt on the way here.

Blue Bolt

Vueriz would sometimes admit that she wasn't the best at people (sometimes, and only in the privacy of her own mind) but it didn't exactly take an empathy superpower to read that she'd touched on a rather painful subject, especially as the others jumped in to reassure Baz. Internally she berated herself as she tried to think of something to say that would help make the boy feel better, mind running at full speed as she contemplated what she could say to make things better. Think think think!

"I- uh, I like your bioluminescence. It's really cool." She thought better of commenting on his glowing tears, very grateful for the others for jumping in before she dug that hole further. What else was she supposed to do? Hug him?

It was with guilty relief that she jumped on the tech questions to avoid the continued suffering of stumbling through social situations that she had no clue about. "My only surviving pieces are my board and mask, which is good otherwise I would have died." Which was the limit of how much she was thinking into that little fact. She definitely hadn't been kept awake, listening to her mask straining her ears on case there's was even the slightest issue. "My board was pretty damaged in the crash though, but I've been working on building some things. I've been having some trouble with material quality though. It's tough to keep things going with the wires overheating and catching fire."

Toughness save: 1d20+15 = 30!

Ha! Haha ha! Hahahahaha! The truck is probably looking like a carbonite seal over her right now, but she is just tanking it!

Shooting Star 

Alice has been flying above and to the front of the truck, keeping an eye out to spot any trouble. It wasn't thrilling floating along at traffic speeds, but as she saw the truck bearing down she was glad she had done it. 

The word "Incoming!" joined the radios cacophony as she slammed into the front of the truck, cratering the front of it as the metal crumples around her. She feels the truck twisting from where she is embedded in it, the engine's components screeching as they grind against her. After a long moment of intense noise as the truck jackknifed around her, the sound dies and the semi's motion ceases. Alice shifts slightly before feeling her cape catch. She lets out a sigh. Her costume is almost certainly gonna be a casualty tonight.

Depending on whether the trick has a trailer, this might be the first time Star has been hit by something heavier than her!

Initiative: 1d20+2 = 4, guess she's delayed pulling herself out of the front of the truck. 

Notice: 1d20+5 = 17, not bad, not gonna reroll, it makes sense she'd be distracted and SF beat the max she can roll. 

Toughness: 1d20+15 = 35!!! Nat 20!

The Dreamer: 1d20+0 = 12

Dougal: 1d20+8 = 22

Blue Bolt 

Vueriz nodded along with the explanations as they were made, mind whirling with questions and ideas at the explanations. Although it was pretty obvious her Universal Translator was acting up a bit, 'completely harmless lethal radiation' indeed. But onto Michael's question. "I do not possess any abilities beyond the standard of my species, although I am very smart. I underwent some tests prior to placement at Claremont which showed I do have some abilities which are not common among humans. I can see shorter wavelengths of light than humans and I'm much tougher than average." She paused, thinking for a moment. "Also apparently my native galaxy has much more advanced technology than is standard here, so it qualifies as 'Super'." She looks back at Baz, eyes flicking over him again, "If you do not mind me asking, none of the people who processed my case mentioned your species. Are you native to this planet or from space too?" 

Muirne has no knowledge skills and doesn't have any Feats that would let her make one untrained

If I could get Initiative from Blackstaff, will do The Dreamer and Dougal tomorrow

Dryhten Dougal

Dougal looks down at Blackstaff as he interposes himself between him and the 'spirit' he was here for. A deep laugh rumbles from him as Christopher issues his declaration, the mist twisting in response to the sound, pulling in tighter until it forms an opaque ring with the pair at the center and Dougal at the edge, about fifteen meters from them. 

"Oh I shall, after I claim my prize. But if you wish to provide some entertainment it is no matter to me." The Fomorian blooded sorcerer steps forward, flames springing up along his arms, his eyes glinting with the flames.

Shooting Star will be ready to Interpose against attacks against allies or bystanders. 

Shooting Star

Alice had to admit, having communicators would certainly help compared to shouting at each other in a combat environment. She put it in and turned it on, listening in on her partner's radio check. "Loud and clear, Predator."

She nodded along with her last request. It made sense, forewarned was forearmed after all. "Keep me posted if you spot anything. I'll take point, I'm decently visible both as a deterrent and for you to keep track of, and I have a much better chance of surviving an attack than the guys in the vans." Just like Predator, Shooting Star stood ready to proceed. 

Shadowborne

Muirne chuckled at Luke's comment about not getting tired of watching her dance, smiling up at him. Before focusing again as he assures her that he wouldn't tell anyone. 

"Th- thank you Luke. I- Really, thank you." She pauses, running her tongue over her suddenly dry lips. "I was born nearly one thousand four hundred years ago. In a village in the kingdom of Kent. My father was the village blacksmith. My powers manifested when I was young, and from there I was taught to be a hero, like from the stories." There is another pause, and a shuddering intake of breath. "A tyrant conquered our village when I was fifteen, he killed so many, my father included. I set out for revenge. I drove his men away before attacking him in his tower. The creature we fought with Fleur and Tiamat, it took his form. I tried to- He turned me to stone. I stayed like that until four years ago, when some researchers stumbled upon me and somehow broke the spell. I woke up in a world entirely different from the one I knew. I've been trying so hard to catch up on over a thousand years of everything and then Cas happened and... I nearly lost everything again and... I don't want there to be any more secrets. I... if you get hurt again because I'm not brave enough to share these things with you..." Muirne tries to blink back tears as she meets his eyes, the memory of her spear piercing his flesh haunting her.