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ic SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Predator Predator examined the slow pulsing blue veins of alien material. She wished she had the time to take samples, but she was there for another purpose. If anything was left once this was over she could get a sample later. Turning her full attention to the cave she pushed deeper with Echohead beside, if not slightly behind, her. In time, they reached a chasm and the alien cube resting within. The object spoke and her first instinct was to verify if the sound had been picked up by her external mic, or if it had been projected directly to her. “Did you get that?” She asked those watching remotely. Beside her Echo began to reply, affirming it wasn’t only her that had heard the voice. “Yes.” She confirmed. “At the moment, we represent the local populace and governing body. We seek to understand what happened, and how we can resolve any potential misunderstandings.” -
Seraphim Was nervous to say the least. She rubbed sweaty palms on the legs of her school issued uniform. She had never actually had her own costume, aside from doing her best to cover her face whenever she had tried to practice on her own. She glanced around at the others gathered for evaluation. They were quite the varied bunch and she had to admit curiosity had her wondering about them. A taller, slender brunette wearing shades warned them about close contact and Sarah gave an appreciative smile. “Thanks for the warning.” She shook her head. “The schedule just listed ‘Student Assessment’.” Sarah gave a small shrug. “Ah…, thanks, but I think I’m okay.” Sarah tried her best not to look horrified as she failed to nonchalantly step away. She realized what she was doing and stopped herself. “Sorry, I’m still getting used to strange things. I mean, I’m not saying you are strange, just that… I mean, that…” Sarah’s hands waved around unhelpfully as she stammered for a moment before seeming to give up. Her shoulders slumping in defeat. “One of these days I’ll manage to stop stuffing both feet in my mouth.”
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One initiative roll: 25 Damn, got lucky.
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GM Detective Pascal shook his head. “All my years on the force and I still can’t ever be sure what I’m gonna walk into when I walk onto a scene.” He nodded at the unconscious Wildchild at Nightscale’s feet. “I don’t know, or care, what she is. But I know she’s going away for a long time if I can help it” “Take it easy, Joel.” Detective Ramsey patted the older detective. “I’ll be okay, Ellie.” He reassured her. “I should get you to that ambulance.” She offered. “Just as soon as they cuff that one and drag her off.” He replied defiantly.
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Seraphim Sarah completely missed Mizuki’s indication of her to Annie. It wasn’t until the little blue alien looked at her and addressed her directly that Sarah realized she had been staring. The teen gave a small ‘eep’ of embarrassment as her cheeks darkened. “I-I am so sorry.” She managed to stammer as she looked away quickly. She tried to focus on the other girls, her attention falling on Kadene. Sarah puffed out her cheeks as she gave the girl a frown. “I said I was sorry. I’ve never seen a, well, anyone blue, or alien before.” She said defensively. “Maybe its more normal where you come from. But its a first for me.” Sarah hesitantly looked back at Vueriz again. “I apologize for staring. That was very rude of me.” She straightened herself, all 5’ 4” at least, and gave a friendly smile. “My name is Sarah, Sarah Thatcher. It is nice to meet you.” Her mother insisted that a proper introduction was always needed when encountering a new group of potential classmates.
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Predator She was a hero of her word. Though, the armored hero watched the scientist carefully as she left. Once the elevator doors closed and she was ‘alone’, Predator moved to check first Dr North and then the mysterious woman. After verifying both were stable she looked around for communications equipment to contact WEST and AEGIS. She could let WEST know Dr North was safe. AEGIS could start looking for the rogue scientist. They would have to figure out what to do with the clones between them. Something about the mystery woman though had her decide to contact the League. Perhaps someone there knew who she was.
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ic SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Predator Predator stepped out of the truck and regarded the cave entrance. She supposed the glow from within could be considered ’eerie’ by some. “A bear? Perhaps. Witches? Doubtful. The likelihood of discovering the last one again seems highly unlikely.” She comments off-handedly without further context. Predator glanced at Echohead as his pistol began to glow and gave a small nod. “Cynthia, contact Agent Shrine. Initiate a live stream as well as a recording.” “Yes, ma’am.” The suit’s a.i. replied in its smooth artificial female tone, audible over the speakers. She didn't think she should mention out loud that this was a precaution should they suffer a fate similar to Mr Deacon's and A.E.G.I.S needed further data to combat whatever was inside. “Now then, let us see about putting an end to this.” Predator began to approach the cave, ready to react. -
Seraphim Outside Sarah Francine Thatcher hefted the suitcase her mother had insisted on helping her pack. It wasn’t bulging, but Sarah was certain there was little else she could have squeezed into it. She was the first of her siblings to attend a ‘private school’ and her parents had shown a mix of pride and distress over it, though they tried not to show it. It had been a monumental effort to convince them she didn’t need one, let alone both of them, to escort her to her new dorm room. Sarah paused outside the Kord Dormitory, looking up at the impressive building. Other girls passed her, moving into their own rooms. A little ways off, she could see a stream of boys mimicking their own ant-like procession in and out of their dorm. A well dressed woman in a pantsuit passed her with a young girl in a hoodie in tow. She saw more than a few students slipping in and out of windows on the upper floors and was even more relieved her parents weren’t here right now. She steeled her nerves and stepped forward to her new and exciting, and not at all terrifying, future as a trained metahuman. ***** Upstairs The elevator to the fourth floor chimed once more as a young dirty blonde of average build stepped out into the common area. It was as hectic as she suspected it would be and she did her best to maneuver her suitcase around without running into someone. She was passing a small group of girls talking. One wore some kind of sailor-girl themed outfit while another was decked out like a pirate. It was the juxtaposition of the two that drew a second glance. Sarah spotted the hoodie girl from outside and another girl floating over a nearby cooler, but it was the little blue creature that captured her attention. She had never seen anything like it, except maybe that one kids movie from when she was younger she considered. She hadn’t even noticed she had stopped walking as she stood staring impolitely.
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Paper Leon made a face that gave an impression that he thought he could handle the training if he actually wanted to. But he gave an exaggerated little shudder and gagging motion at the mention of him having to wear Charlie’s old costume. “Don’t give him any ideas.” He teased Vik and Charlie as she asked about training. He chuckled and settled in for the movie, his right hand stroking Neko’s hair. The movie had that wonderful slow build and he was enjoying it. Soon though, Neko slipped from his lap and moved closer to the big screen. Leon smiled softly as he watched her. A brief glimpse behind the mask he wore nearly constantly.
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Do I still need to make the Toughness?
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Sorry for the delay. Ref save : 32 Nat 20 with Evasion 2
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Predator Predator regarded the scientist for a moment, silent and unmoving. She considered the data before her. The lab equipment would be invaluable evidence. The things within the tubes, if released, could deal untold damage to all of it, as well as them. If she could reduce the possibility of harm to herself, the scientist or the unconscious victim in the ice she should. She had image and vocal recordings of the guilty party, combined with any physical evidence left behind would prove useful and could lead official law enforcement to her later. She weight this against the possible harm this woman could cause later before her eventual capture. As well was the harm she had already caused… The armored figure finally nodded, but raised a mechanical finger. “On one further condition. Tell me what happened to Dr North and anyone else that was here with him.”
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GM Wildchild gasps under the weight of Nightscale’s pressure before she goes limp and unconscious under the dragon. Freeing him up to turn his attention to the rest of the clearing. The young hero was in time to see the armored deep one thrust the tips of her trident into the belly of the monster. The smell of the ancient ocean filled the air of the tiny clearing as viens bulged across the creature’s skin. Slowly at first, the creature twitched as it seemed to curl up on itself. A moment later it convulsed as bits of it fell off in increasing chunks. A gargled cry of rage burbled from its throat as it choked on its own necrosis. Ancient magic rippled through the thing as more and more of it collapsed and dissolved. Soon the heroes stood looking at mounds of half-wet dust and ichor. Detective Ramsey was helping support Detective Pascal as they too watched the scene unfold. Pascal’s arm still hung oddly at his side. He glanced over at the prone figure of Wildchild lying at Nightscale’s feet. “At least one can go back to a cell.” Ramsey nodded and pulled a radio from her belt. “This is Detective Ramsey. I need an ambulance at the park entrance. An armored transport for a meta to lock-up. And call AGEIS for a biohazard cleanup crew.” #zzt-Roger that-zzt# A voice responded. Detective Paschal looked a little pale but was obviously holding himself together on sheer stubbornness. He gives the heroes a nod. “Thanks for the help. Pretty sure we’d both be dead if we ran into these two alone.” *** Small, strange eyes still watched the gathering from a silent distance. Tiny needle teeth in a knowing smirk.
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ooc SCP 46591- Dennis Deacon of Woodbury, New Jersey (OOC)
Spacefurry replied to Poncho's topic in Americas
Well if she’s gonna drive this time I suppose it’s only fair she rolls. Jack of all Trades - Survival check: 18 Not too bad on a basically a Wis roll. -
Predator Predator hadn’t been to the Lighthouse before. She had heard of it and read reports. Even looked over a few basic maps of its layout, just nothing deemed sensitive or classified. Only a strong will and a sense of common courtesy kept her from wandering off to ‘look around’. Perhaps later she could get someone to give her a tour. She had removed her helmet as she stood with the others, Star Kahn and Paradigm giving their thanks to the assembled heroes. She gave the duo a nod in return and smiled. “More peaceful and pleasant circumstances are always preferred.” She agreed.