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Notice check: 1d20+9 22 Knowledge! ... Theology: 1d20+5 6 Woopsie Look, Osla is more of a fighter than a detective. Unless Track works, which I doubt I'll roll anyway: Survival: 1d20+10 17
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I'm fine with it
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Arrowhawk peered curiously into the cab of the pickup truck. She'd have to learn to operate one some day, they looked fun. It was also a welcome distraction from the expression on the faces of those inside. It shouldn't inspire such fear, the idea of even being met by the authorities. "They will not come around. The officer did not even care," Osla said matter-of-factly. She fixed her gaze on Luthor, although she addressed both of them. "The only hope there is of finding the store owner is with the disc you have. The police won't look for him, and I can't access what's on it. What I need isn't a ride, but your help."
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Approved
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"I'm Arrowhawk, pleased to make your acquaintance, Zelda." Osla glanced up at the window behind them. Whatever was going on here, and what link did the Hammer have to these men using his name to lure unfortunate women in? She pensively stroked her chin. "I will be going in to investigate. Please, do me a favour. Go home tonight. Be safe. There's going to be a bit of a commotion." Arrowhawk stroke around to the car and, teeth gritted, pulled her axe back out of the car one-handed. She strolled back to in front of the window, judging the distance. She smirked at Zelda. "Want to see something cool?" Arrowhawk took a couple of light springing steps forward, before leaping twenty feet up and crashing through the window.
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Osla knelt down in front of the young woman, pulling her hood back and shaking her braid out and down her back. She let out a weary sigh. "If I did not care, would I be out here, dressed like this?" A wry smile formed on her lips as she gestured down at herself. "This is my business, because you're wrong. From here, to over there, is my territory, not that of the Scarpias. And I assure you, I will make it known, if they come for you, I will be there." She put a hand on the woman's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. "I do not like what is going on this city any more than you. And I don't plan to let it go unchallenged. But please." Osla squeezed a little firmer, an urgency in her voice. "I need your help. Please."
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Diplomacy: 1d20+2 21. This'll go up to 25 if Attractive applies
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Osla blinked suddenly. This... was not an expected development. At the very least, she'd expected more shock at what had just transpired. Not for the woman to be relatively unconcerned over having crawled out of a bag. She briefly stooped to lift up the bag, proffering it over the woman she'd just freed. "Why were you in here?" Arrowhawk asked. "And who were those men? You were in a bag, and you were visibly fighting it." She opened her hand, letting the bag drop back to the sidewalk with a soft whumping sound. "It would seem to me that this is a situation meriting a little more of a response than a 'get lost'."
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Arrowhawk coldly, decisively took a couple of steps forward, ears ringing a little from the roar of their guns, confident their aim wasn't good enough to strike her. As she closed the distance, she accelerated the pace. Contemptuously slapping the leader's gun aside with her right hand, she quickly threw a left hook into his face. She followed up with a quick uppercut, using the momentum to step to the side and grab one of his compatriots. With a mighty haul, she spun around, sending the two of them crashing into each other, then into the wall behind them, and then into a heap on the floor. Almost as an afterthought, she quickly kicked the third man in the shins and jabbed him in the temple with a solid elbow strike, knocking him to the floor. "Gentlemen," Arrowhawk said cordially and conversationally. She calmly walked over to the body bag, now lying on the pavement, and knelt down to unzip it.
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She's going to just wail on them like all hell with Takedown Attack. Taking 10, she gets 20 to hit, and lays out DC21 blows with her fists.
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Arrowhawk didn't budge, or even particularly flinch, as the three men drew their firearms. She merely grinned widely, white teeth visible in the dim light. She fixed her gaze on the leader of the trio, looking him up and down quickly and contemptuously. Did these fools really think she was a mob enforcer? In this attire? She took a single step forward, ensuring it was heavy and deliberate, clumping on the pavement. Her gaze remained fixed on the first man, the one who'd first drawn a gun on her. "Alright, then. You first, it would seem." She grinned even wider, seeming disconcerting in how unfazed she was at three armed men trying to threaten her.
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I'm going to roll to Demoralise the guy who foolishly opened his mouth. Intimidation!: 1d20+10 19
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There was suddenly a loud clang and a squeal of metal, and a solitary figure stood in front of the truck. Arrowhawk stood, looking at her work, then turning her head slightly to take in the men on the street. Her stance was confident and ready, tensed and prepared for a fight. She didn't say anything, merely taking a couple of steps backwards, casually, like she was letting someone past her in the aisle of the grocery store. In the pickup truck's hood was embedded a medieval style axe with a thick wooden handle, the blade barely visible from how deep it had been slammed into the vehicle. Arrowhawk waited for the men's eyes to be drawn towards it before breaking her silence, by loudly and pointedly cracking her knuckles.
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Osla is going to use her axe and the rules on breaking objects. Woopsie. So with her Strike, Strength, and the +1 Super-Strength throws into the breaking objects thing, that's a nice little DC24 hit. The pickup truck'll then have 5+Toughness bonus. Assuming it's not got +14-15 toughness, she can definitely do some damage to it. I'll also roll Initiative, just in case. Oslanitiative: 1d20+8 21
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Arrowhawk sighed, and strode out after the siblings. She liked the woman, but wasn't sure the man being obstructive was going to particularly further their cause. Especially if they planned to just drive off with the evidence. She wasn't entirely confident she'd be able to acquire the footage from the disc, unless it was set so she could just hit Play. She paused just outside the door, shrugging off the fact the man who'd stood guard by the store hadn't actually seen her go in. She roughly patted him on the shoulder. "It would be helpful if you would speak briefly to the authorities on our behalf. Thank you for standing guard for the owner, I am sure he will appreciate your act of kindness." Arrowhawk tugged on the brim of her hood, before following after the Lexingtons, not waiting for an invitation to do so, and pretty confident that the brother wouldn't give one.
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Osla's got time, she'll just take 20 on the Notice.
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Osla sighed and rolled out of the bunk she'd installed in one corner of the car. She knew that the churl would cash in one day, she just didn't expect it to happen so soon, and with something so brazenly wrong. From what she'd heard, the Hammer of Justice had protected this city for years! But... she idly picked one of her gauntlets up, sliding it on. The fact was, the magnitude of the wrongs in this city was too great to fight them unarmed, and worse, to fight them with the burden of having broken a pact with an irate deity. She walked over to the directions he'd scratched in the wall in runic script. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in, and then out. Maybe she could wriggle out of this. Get the Hammer to relocate his essentials, inform him a Norse god had some weird interest in his aims. Surely that would be something he'd want to be prepared to combat? That seemed like a just course of action. "Kamphundr!" Osla suddenly snarled, punching the patch of wall so hard that her hand burst through, sending the offending fragment of rust and aluminium clattering off into the darkness somewhere. Fuming, she turned, to begin her pre-patrol workout session... A few hours later... Arrowhawk stood atop a rooftop, scouting out the corner. So, this was the place. She wasn't so naive that she thought just walking into a man's base would go down well, so was examining the area first, ensuring that if he was nearby, or any sign of him was, she could just speak to the Hammer directly, instead of dropping in unannounced.
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Arrowhawk frowned, and cocked her head. She looked to the harried looking man in the store, then to the door, then back at him, with an expression which screamed 'did they just do that?'. She lightly raised her hand up, and rapped on the door with her gauntlets, with a light metallic chnking. "Hello in there," she said, slowly and patiently. "I understand the thief-takers in this city aren't thorough or particularly skilled, but I'm confident when they arrive here, which they will in a short, short while, they do possess the wherewithal to open a door." She took a deep breath. "If you will stop cowering like a child under a bed, I promise you, I will do everything in my power to aid you in not being falsely confined. But if you insist on what is frankly a foolish course of action!" Arrowhawk's voice had grown frustrated and a little heated. She audibly took a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. "If you insist, then what I can do is limited without directly assaulting these officers, and to be frank, that would be impolitic."
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Osla sighed, and pulled her hood back over her head as she began to briskly walk towards the store, breaking into a light jog. She didn't foresee this going well. Why did they immediately rush inside, knowing what the officers of the law here were like? She quickly caught up to the three, breathing not even quickening from the activity. She stepped into the store, elbowing the door rather than touching it with her fingers. Not that any database or registry on this plane would have them on record. Arrowhawk dropped her glamour, appearing as if she'd stepped out of thin air, a dark clad figure, piercing blue eyes staring out from under her hood, bow slung over her shoulder. Wrinkling her nose at the man immediately trying to disrupt the scene by battering down a door, she turned her words instead to the young woman who'd first stopped to help. "You have at best two minutes before they arrive. Whatever it is you plan on doing, I would do it, and quickly." The young woman's accent was strange, sounding a little Scandinavian, although not of any discernible country. Her tone was precise and formal.
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This is Osla's stomping grounds, and she's trying to come off a night of Batmanning. She's listening in to the conversation from a hundred yards away, using Extended Hearing 1 and Concealment (vision and scent) to stay a safe distance and invisible. She's also rolling Stealth to cover the auditory component of being sneaky. Batmanning in broad daylight is just a pain. Being very, very sneaky: 1d20+15 21, plus about 300' of Notice penalties.
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Osla had just wanted to go to sleep. She'd already been up all night, criss-crossing back and forth across Stark Hill, darting across rooftops and down alleyways, weaving and chasing. And, with daylight approaching, she'd returned to her quarters for a bite to eat, before bedding down for the morning. Unfortunately, she'd turned on the police scanner and thus, grumbling, had to head back out once more to investigate this robbery. She recognised the name, she'd seen an old man washing some distinctly unsavoury graffiti from that store. To Arrowhawk's eyes, the gems on her belt were glowing gently. To everyone else, they were not. Indeed, there was no one there at all. At best, a whisper of a footstep and a murmur of air. A harried looking young man was there, being approached by a young woman. Another man, trying and utterly failing at the basic precepts of stealth, looked on. Strange. They clearly were not thieves, for this store had already been robbed. So who were they? Osla pushed back her hood and tilted her head to listen in to the conversation, keeping a solid hundred yards between her and them, in case she was accidentally jostled or made a noise.
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Sure, Electra's done it a couple of times before, linking her lengthier backstory in her News thread to the sheet, so it's not unprecedented. You do indeed hit caps, so APPROVED
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I'd like to throw Arrowhawk in for All That Glitters once she's approved, since Stark Hill is her patch.
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You task me! But added.
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Right, a couple of things! I like the history, classic, simple, no horrible tragedies, but maybe expand it a little. What his life was like before coming to human civilisation, why he wanted to leave sasquatch civilisation, that sort of thing. Also, he's pretty undercapped. At Attack +5, Damage +11, he's only PL8, and Defence +5, Toughness +10, he's PL7.5. You might want to buy up his Attack and Defence, maybe with Dodge Focus and Attack Focus (melee). Also, little thing, I get he has no Ranged Attack, but he just has flat Attack +5. It took me a while to figure out your maths there, so part of it is semantics, part of it is to avoid confusing Refs Other than that, I just wanted to say, I like the build and the concept, and especially the blend of natural and mysticism-based powers!