Spacefurry

Chimera Chimera nodded at Nightscale. “Be careful.” She cautioned him. As he approached the gold to try ‘calming’ it. Chimera moved to the crates in search of the sturdiest looking ones and begins tearing off sides. Grabbing the best ones she can she drops one over the biggest hole, using her own weight to hold it in place. Without knowing if it will work she started bending, trying to force the pieces into a makeshift plug of sorts. Water soaked her as she knelt and worked the metal. She couldn’t chance trying to use her electrical charge to weld it. The sea water would carry the current away like a tide, or she might shock Nightscale. Maybe even herself. She had no idea if she’d be immune to her own electricity, but didn’t want to find out right this second. She hoped her new friend was doing better than she was. They really needed to see what all the gun shots were about.

Their passenger was talkative, but subtlety tight-lipped as they rode along. But then again, the boys were evasive with many details themselves. She had mentioned dropping her in Kansas, if it wasn’t a problem. The boys reassured her it was fine and she quickly changed the subject, insisting she ‘had someone she could call’ once they got her that far. Leon caught Ivy’s glances in the rear-view mirror. Whether her story about her ex was true or not, something had her worried. This had his own attention flickering to the rear-view from time to time as well, but nothing appeared before they reached the Mexican place. Natalia’s parking lot was empty as they pulled in and killed the engine. Walking in, the boys offered for them to pay for Ivy’s lunch to which she happily accepted. Being the only seats filled, service was quick and attentive. The trio talked pop culture as they waited with the subject swing around to music when the food finally arrived. “…And I’m just saying, there’s no way Brandon Urie is gonna stay away from music for long. I totally get he wants to step away for now, but he’ll be back.” Leon said with all confidence as he cut into his chimichangas. “I’m not sayin’ he won’t. I just think when he does, it’ll be as, like, a producer or something.” Luke countered before taking a big bite of one of his burritos. Their server came back around with drink refills and Ivy helped hand them to the boys as the boys continued. “With his voice and talent? There’s no way he’s not gonna hit the stage when he comes back. The only real question is if they can get the original band back to gather for some kinda reunion tour.” Leon waved his fork at his friend. It was an old ‘arguement’ they went back and forth on. Ivy could tell and chuckled at the two as they accepted the drinks. Another round of refills, and the topic shifted again. Soon the trio were discussing movies, Luke and Leon each trying to sway Ivy to take their side. Action/comedy versus horror/mystery, respectively. Luke yawned again. “Stop doing that.” Leon complained as he yawned himself. “You’re suppose to… to take the… wheel…“ Luke’s lids were drooping and Leon’s head was feeling heavy. He reflexively looked at his drink. He hadn’t noticed anything. No taste, no residue. He looked at Ivy and mouthed the word ‘How?’. To her credit, he thought he saw a bit of regret in her face before his cheek hit the table. He thought he heard Luke’s chair tumble and wondered if his friend had managed to resist whatever it was. Or had he fallen victim and was now laying on the floor.

“Sup.” Leon grinned gave the band member a quick mock salute. “We salute you for rocking.” He gives Summer a wink and finger gun. “Sorry you didn’t have a chance to get any of this.” He jokes as he gestures between himself and Luke. “Serious though, we just thought it would be polite to let y’all know: we’re stealing your girl here.” He points at Bernadette. “We’re gonna sell her to Disney for some new tween comedy series, or something. We should be able to make bank.”

Blackstaff The calls she had made beforehand had set the target destination in the small town of Tezville. Beyond that though, they were going to have to do the footwork on their own. The heat and humidity were intense, but bearable as Blackstaff crossed the threshold of the door, leaving his office in Emerald City behind. Looking back she gave Lark a nod. “Watch the office. If something happens, I’ll call you.” Lark didn’t look happy but nodded back. “Just be careful.” She closed the door and the vacant house the portal had connected to stood silent witness to the four travelers. “Well then, we need to find the actual location of the Chuggers.” She said confidently, wiping sweat from her own brow. “We can debate the nature of the heat as we walk. I have a few leads, but it might still take some time. Watch your pockets, and your backs. Just in case.” Blackstaff warned as she waved the others to follow. ++++++ Blackstaff’s leads took the quartet on a winding trail through several bars, an auto parts dealer, and a junkyard that was obviously a front for illicit activities. Each time Blackstaff found it taking longer than necessary, being a young woman did not lend to being taken seriously but the types they had to deal with. The others had their own limitations as well when it came to getting the answers they needed. But given enough time, the occasional influence of an old friend (specifically, Mr Jackson) loosened lips. In the end though, a few thrown punches and a small fire after someone attempted to convince the wizard she needed to ‘loosen up’ had the small group headed towards a chop shop near the docks. As the party of misfit do-gooders approached the place, the old sign over the garage doors was half fade with several words painted through. What once read The Blackwater Auto-repair, now announced the location of ‘The Blackwater’. A variety of choppers and bike line the side-lot and littered the sidewalk in front of the shop. As they approached, the weight of eyes and gun muzzles followed them. Some more openly than others.

Gather Info: 21 Tempted to reroll but I’ll stand. If needed I can try again.

Chimera Chimera accepted Nightscale’s help in standing. She was still trying to piece together what she had seen. “The, the gold.” She starts to speak, then pauses to shake her head. “It’s almost like it’s acting out of anger. I don’t think it’s alive, but something is driving it. Anger maybe?” She looks up at Nightscale, unsure. “I saw things. The gold, slavers and death. So much death.” She couldn’t help but give a small shiver. “Whatever it is, a curse, or vengeful spirit, or whatever, it really seems to have a strong dislike of boats.” She says looking back towards where the gold had managed to breach the hull. The smell of salty bay water carried from the tiny fountains the mass had made. And somewhere up above, the tell tale sounds of Blowfish’s tommygun could be found at heard. “I don’t think I can do that again.” She confesses. “Honestly I didn’t know I could do it the first time. But, I don’t think I have it in me for a second try.”

Notice: 21

Predator Predator’s attention was splint momentarily as the main screen followed Velocity and Jack, and a second screen followed Copycat. Judging by her path, Jean determined her friend was heading towards the elevators. She figured she had a reason to slip away as she had and decided to stay with the other two. The armored figure followed the speedster and the, hm, what would she identify Jack of Blades as? She pondered this as she walked behind them towards the conference room. Perhaps she could ask Ashley opinion later. Predator resumed her previous spot by the door and a few moments later Patriot ‘officially’ joined the gathering. The general tone of the room seemed to be one of nervous skepticism, but Jean thought she picked up on some underlying hope from some of those gathered. She had come to recognize this behavior in hero-types. Despite what may have transpired, a good portion of those that considered themselves heroes are included to grant forgiveness, or at least tolerance, towards former allies and friends that have ‘crossed the line’ in some way. It was actually quite fascinating to watch, she had not been privy to such an event in person.

sorry for the wait Ref save: 17 I’ll reroll: 21 still just missed it Toughness: 24 that’s a bruise.

Predator Predator looks towards the machinery as it attempts to fed off Shooting Star. “I told you not to underestimate your contribution.” She says over the comms even as she turns her attention to the truck the original clown entered. She hadn’t forgotten about the last clone, it was just inconsequential. And as the clown’s umbrella slammed against the armor ineffectively, it proved her point. A flash of blade and a pair of chattering teeth clatter to the ground without her looking. Predator begins walking towards the truck with a determined stride.

Melee attack: 20 toughness DC25 penetrating 5 if it maters

Paper Paper tore his attention away from the rotting corpse of a man to watch the brainwashed threats slowly closing in on them. He shoots Stromcrow another dirty look as the other hero starts calling out orders. He chances a look at Conqueror Worm and quickly looks away, back at Ms Scorpion. His anger rises up again, but not out of petty revenge for a fight over a year ago. No, this time its sheer anger at thinking that bringing this monster back from the dead was a good idea. The paper whips in his hand bound and twisted together. “You god damned idiots!” Paper flung the spear at Ms Scorpion, aiming right for her stomach. Suddenly the tip of the spear splits and retwists itself into two tips. The spear catches the villainess in the gut between the points, barely, the force slamming her back into the wall as the prongs of the paper spear bury themselves into the wall, pinning her like a bug in a collection. A sweep of her arm and several more strips of paper secure her wrists and ankles against the structure, leaving her helpless. Paper crossed the distance in a rush, slamming his left hand against the wall by her head. “What are you thinking?” He growls. “Whatever Cass promised you is bullshit! This isn’t going to end well for anyone!”

Snare attack on Ms Scorpion ranged: 11 rerolling that -.- : 30 lol from nat 1 to nat 20 Ref save DC 25 (with crit bonus)

Predator Predator could only give the screens inside her helm a cursory glance. A brief glimpse was enough to tell her that this was a coordinated attack on all three trucks at once. The windows minimizing as the AI detects immediate, close proximity threats. The clowns were faster then she had guessed and she tried to brace against their combined assault. Arms reached out to grab at her. She did her best to raise her arms to block them, but still felt one of their attacks slip past and land a solid blow. She gritted her teeth, thinking she obviously needed to check the padding in that spot. It shouldn’t have hurt that much. On her gauntlets, the flexible fingers pulled in and the studded plates across the back of her hands snapped down into place. There was a subtle whine from them as they glowed a bright blue. She pulled her arms back and then punched the air in front of her. Explosive force erupted from the Knuckle Dusters, sending a cone shaped shock-wave out from her. Four of the five clowns caught in wave are knocked from their feet, only to tumble away across the street as balloons and candy pieces. “What the-?” Predator was surprised, but quickly shook her head. There would be time to figure that out later. The armored figure straightened turned to the clown that had managed to scramble out of the way of her blast. “Well then, it seems I must deal with you and your cohort before I can stop those machines. So be it.” The glow of the plates fade as they snap back up. But instead of the fingers coming back out, long sharp blades slide out, ready to cut through whatever stands in her way.

Chimera A hand carefully reaches out to touch the golden mass. She wonders again if this is wise, but before she can change her mind the mass lunges for her. Almost as if it knew what the symbiote could do, and it reacted. Gold flowed up her arm, soaking into the symbiote. She could feel the alien presence of the techno-organics realling against the assault. She felt it pull away and the visions slammed into her like a gold pounding at the ship's hull. Chimera crumples to all four on the floor of the cargo hold with a scream of pain. Her eyes stare, unfocused at the floor as she labors to catch her breath. Her mind races at twice the speed of a normal person’s, but still feels like an eternity before she manages to wipe the tears from her eyes. It takes a visible effort as she attempts to pull herself up to her feet using a nearby crate for support.

Paper - 14 Paper Trail to the City of Sin - 1 Everybody Wants to be a Cat - 0 Young Guardians Return - 4 Dream Chasing - 3 Holiday Cheer! - 1 Friends in the Fens - 1 Meanwhile, at the Gaurdian's Mansion - 3 Dance Beneath the Stars - 1 Blackstaff - 14 Graveyard of the Pacific - 0 Curse of the Hag Swamp - 11 A Dream of Christmas - 3 Chimera - 8 (+4 GM= 12) Golden Dead - 8 Predator - 13 Teching the Tech - 0 Holiday Cheer! - 6 Battles Under the Bigtop - 7 Star-Crossed? - 2 GM - 2 (x2 = 4) (4 to Chimera) Let the Bodies Hit the Ground - 2

GM Detective Pascal gives Diamondlight a nod. “We have one around the park to keep out civilians, but I’m going to order all officers to round up anyone they see and fall back to it as well. Try to minimize contact with whatever’s out there still.” “If it’s still in the park.” Detective Ramsey adds somberly. “Let’s hope that it is still here, where we have active heroes on the scene.” Pascal counters and his partner nods in agreement. Despite her efforts to challenge their quarry, nothing answers Sea Devil’s calls. With the women unconscious, Nightscale can feel the ‘desire for blood’ starting to thin out ever so slightly. Even still, he has to backtrack down the path a bit so sort out the second ‘scent’. The ‘desire for flesh’ leads off away from the clearing. Strangely, Nightscale can notice the scent criss-crossing itself along older lingering trails on the same, like it was searching for something. Along the newer trail the dragon and the deep one can detect two normal scents. A man’s and a woman’s scents. Searching along the path the young dragon finds the freshest trail suddenly stops and turns sharply. It only takes a moment for any of the trio to notice they’re heading back into the tree line in the direction they had left the detectives.

Okay, so general area cone attack Ref saves for the clowns Damage 10 + Knockback 10

Chimera Chimera felt useless as she watched the living gold. It ignored Nightscale’s attempts to draw it away. “Containing it would be ideal.” She agreed as she looked around as well. Gold was normally softer, but this gold seemed more substantial. The half-rusted crates were a waste of time. Her mind raced. She briefly wondered what the glob would do once in the water, then decided she didn’t want to find out. “What does it want?” He asked, not actually expecting Nightscale to have an answer. The tingle on her symbiote drew her attention, she wondered stupidly for a moment if the symbiote could ‘eat’ it. Electronics have gold in them… right. She thought about it for a moment. It hadn’t actually attacked them. Could they try to move them? Chimera took a breath and took a various step forward. Then, another. Carefully she tries to get close to the golden mass in an attempt to reach out and touch it experimentally.

Toughness: 16 sigh… -1 HP to reroll Toughness: 22 I guess that’s a bruise.

Blackstaff Blackstaff nodded when Dickens brought up the Chuggers. “Yes, they would be a solid starting point. I can make a few calls, see if I can get a meeting one of their reps. See if they’ve had any ‘big spenders’, as it were.” She looks aside at his office assistant. “Lark, could to fetch me the little red book from my desk drawer and a new-“ “And a new phone.” Lark finished his sentence. Blackstaff cleared his throat and gave her a nod. “That backlash fried this one.” She said pulling out an old flip phone. Opening it the smell of burnt electronics was noticeable. Blackstaff closed and tossed the phone to Lark, who caught it easily and left the room. Turning her attention back to the others she smiled graciously. “You’re welcome to stay for the time being. I’ll need to make a few phone calls before we can do anything. It would be pointless to run off without a destination. The library is across the hall, but be warned, Morrowind is very proud of her organizational skills and very protective of the collection.” She waves in the direction of the stairs. “The kitchen upstairs is a bit sparse, but you’re welcome to what you can find.” She looked to Golden Star and gave him a reassuring smile. “If you need call or return home, I can accommodate you. If you still wish to come with us, I think arrangements can be made to keep you from getting in trouble.” Lark returned with the book and phone Blackstaff had asked for. She promptly began to search the book as she stepped out into the hall. ++++++ Later… Blackstaff stood with the others in the lobby of his front office. On the front door, interlocking rings of script were scrawled in colored chalk. Beside the door a small dial was set on the frame with a handful of colored slices. A small golden arrowhead set at the top of the disc seems to act as an indicator, the dial was now set to the black slice. Reaching into her jacket, Blackstaff produced a small brass key. Stepping up, she whispers something under her breath and the key glows. Reaching out with it, she touches the key to door and the glow spreads to the rings of script. She let go of the key but it stayed, tip against the wood. With a single finger she pushes the key and it sinks in like slipping into a lock. A moment later the key turns itself and a click is audible. Blackstaff reaches out and turns opens the door to a street nowhere in either Freedom nor her Emerald sister. “As long as the key remains in place, this door with bring us back here without problem.” She looks back at the others. “When everyone is ready..”

Initiative: 20 really need to get him Improved Initiative

Predator Inside the truck’s hold Predator sat motionless. Multiple screens followed the trucks’ progress along their respective routes. Suddenly, cries came over the comms as both of the other trucks were attacked and fell silent. Unfortunately, she did not have the opportunity to assess this further as her fellow hero overlapped the others. Predator braced for some kind of impact that never came. But the sound from outside, the sound of something large slamming into an immovable object followed by the wrenching and grinding of metal, was not encouraging. She felt the truck swerve and fishtail before coming to a stop.the trucks rear doors swung open and the armored figure of Predator kept out into the street, landing in a crouch. The polished surface of her face plate swinging left, right, and up in search of trouble. She notes the remains of the semi and watches for a moment until she confirms movement from Shooting Star within.

Notice: 12 -1 HP to reroll Notice: 27 Initiative: 16

Predator The armored helm of the Predator armor shifted slightly at Copycat/Patriot. Giving a nod of acknowledgement. She gave the meeting room one last glance, then turned and followed her friend. In the main hall, the two approached a small gathering. Velocity had beaten them there, of course, and was already engaging with the one Copycat called Jack of Blades. Cynthia was already retrieving what information it could on the target as the man spoke. Predator watched his body language tense and relax. It was obvious he was attempting civility despite his anger. She could appreciate the evident self control. As she listened she caught details that they most likely would not want exposed and mentally noted to keep her silence on them. “If it will reassure you, the one called Doktor Archeville has been cooperating without signs of hostility. He has given the impression of being forthcoming with his intentions.”