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Chris groaned. He didn't know where he was, and Erik was shouting. He thought something might be bleeding. Well, those seemed familiar enough circumstances at least. He woozily looked down at a tear on his midsection, and wiped away some blood. Couldn't have been a bad cut. It wasn't even there any more. He accepted Erik's help getting to his feet, squinting slightly under the blazing sun even through his goggles. "Ugh. Where even are we?" Man, it was warm. His costume wasn't really designed for this level of heat. Geckoman pulled a slightly battered old remote from his belt, and started fiddling with some dials and levers. In response, he only got angry bleeping. "Um. Jack, bit of bad news. We're a lot further than signal range. I'm not even getting a faint response from it." He put a hand on Erik's shoulder. "But don't beat yourself up. I wasn't fast enough either, and apparently neither was she." He inclined his head at the recently returned speedster. "You're not all that fast next to us, man." He lifted his hand, clenched it, and gave Erik a quick punch on the arm before turning to the other two. "You see anything else on the trail, Ferrari Girl? Road signs, houses, cell towers? People?"
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Equinox took the branch, weighing it in her hand. Even without consciously looking for it, she could feel the waves of power reverberating through the wood. She held it reverently before herself, both hands out, and murmured to it briefly. She dropped her hands away, and the branch levitated in the air before her as she took a couple of steps back to the south of the circle they were forming. "Well, well. I think we all know what we're doing. I don't think we're going to get any more prepared." The witch pulled her wand out, and held it loosely in her right arm, the arm used for projecting energy. She could sluice a lot of juice into this, but without her wand as an aid, it was just going to run wild and disrupt an already delicate ritual. She'd prefer not to be sustaining a telekinesis spell during it as well, but this was the better of the two options overall, and levitating the pieces was already accounted for. "It's your show, Ghost Girl. Tell us when to start, and we'll fulfil our roles." She nodded respectfully to the young ghost, who a few years ago she wouldn't have thought capable of magic on this level.
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I'll take 10 for 25 on that roll.
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Equinox landed on the mountainside, finally pulling the raccoon out of her coat to send it snuffling about in the rocks and ice around the three mages. Well. Two mages and one vampire. She pulled out a crumpled packet of cigarettes from her pocket and set one in her mouth. "How us young people are? Prone to buy our own, you mean?" she said wryly, firing a brief burst of flame out of one finger to light it. "It's not the abomination I'm so worried about. We play fast and loose with the boundary between life and death all the time. I suppose I should be more concerned with that, but not right now." She frowned at Nick and Frost. "Who is this girlfriend of Kimber's? She has... anger issues. Are we fine with this? Are we fine with them?" The witch smiled ruefully. "I know all about teenage romances with the edgy cool one."
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Geckoman abruptly appeared out of mid-air in front of the window as the young man in the homemade costume ran out, having warned what he thought were the staff and customers of a liquor store. He peered out, examining the weird light show outside. Well, that was strange. The vortex was flickering enough that the light from it was clearly reflected in his goggles. "Well, get into the cooler is a terrible plan," he commented to his colleagues. "But Fearless Leader, try it anyway. It might chill you out. Or we can go go ask the swirling mass of light and energy if it knows anything about stealing." Geckoman checked his belt was securely fastened, before sauntering out the front door at a jaunty, yet rapid pace.
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Equinox + Ref pp How to Build A Better Scythe Temporiad: Save On Time Ugh, awful posting month, but also an awful month in general, so...
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Equinox stared sidelong at Tarva. She wasn't entirely sure of the specifics of their relationship. She'd known she was that protective of Kimber. She did not like the signs of being that protective. It was... an aggressive kind of affection. A kind she'd seen before. "We came here with a job to do, wiping our species for the actions of two isn't one of them," she said quietly. "Believe me, I read the manual before we came here." She hovered gently over to one of the great carcasses, unwilling to trudge through the debris and snow and dirt. "We just got here, I don't know if we need to stay to eat. We could take some meat with us, and if need be, I can conjure up something to cook it with." The witch looked around at the group. "I think what just happened is a good primer for here. It's dangerous, we don't want to hang around unnecessarily, but we should also come prepared. Ideally we don't want any more injuries or problems. We'll have them, but a back-up plan for hunger is probably a good idea."
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Hayley isn't going to do anything unless she specifically gets attacked or whammied. Equinox is going to plump for her usual method of ignore her toolbox of magical tricks and shoot enough elemental magic at stuff to level a city block. Use her Blast 11, with a descriptor of physical slashing/piercing/whatever because it's all sharp stuff, not actual physical cold. All-Out Power Attack for 2. Aim at the staggered auroch, not the one beset by winged birds. BLIZZARD TIME: 1d20+11 25 Assuming a 25 hits a giant monster, that's a DC 28 hit.
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Equinox raised her wand above her head, swirling it in a tight, small arc. She gradually widened and widened it, arm slightly pained as she tried to avoid jostling the raccoon hiding in the front of her coat. Wind whipped around and around, pulling up clumps of hoarfrost and ripping down icicles from the trees into a vortex of shards and splinters. "Chionothýella!" she yelled suddenly, quickly wavering between the two huge beasts. She decided upon the one not bedevilled by paper cranes. She flicked her wand at it, and the shards exploded downwards around her, then rushed towards the auroch, trailing frost and wind and glowing white sparks. The great beast was obscured for a moment or two as it was enveloped by the artificial blizzard, only a great thudding noise audible through the flurries of snow. When they cleared, it lay on its side, partially embedded into the ground beneath its feet from its sudden collapse.
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I'll chuck in a Skill Masteried Knowledge (Arcana) 25 and (Theology) 20, see if that yields anything about the horses or tears (doubtful)
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Equinox: Initiative: 1d20+1 9 Hayleynitiative: 1d20+3 22 Hayley'll delay until Equinox's for simplicity and also because she's inside her coat
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Equinox just blinked and looked around, unphased. She'd seen weirder. Hayley on the other hand was a bundle of nerves, twitching and spinning around down the front of her robes. Seemingly unconcerned with her surroundings, she fussed and patted the raccoon until she quietened and lay still. Interdimensional travel was never fun. She straightened up, and turned, surveying their surroundings. Yep. Definitely Jotunheim. One of the Nine Realms. Land of frost and giants. She imagined this was what forests on Earth looked like to smaller prey animals. Hell, on this plane, they probably counted as one of those prey animals. Especially next to the giants. Like the one Kimber floated next to. "Greetings," said Equinox formally, inclining her head enough to seem respectful, without being deferential. Kimber seemed unconcerned, but it generally did well to not seem weak on other planes. It was like facing sharks in the sea. Even if they had no interest, you'd still be much less at home than them. "My name is Equinox. Pleasure to meet you... ?"
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Siobhan clamped her hands over her ears, psychic static bursting across her temples. As soon as she'd tried to probe at the tear, something had hit her. It couldn't have been magical, or it wouldn't have overwhelmed her senses so quickly, but that was all she really had time to thing before her head was full of the sensation, crawling across her brain like nails scratched down a chalkboard over and over and over again. And now she was aware of it, she couldn't 'look away'. Siobhan gritted her teeth. Knights were rampaging down the street on horseback, she was aware of that, but only dimly through the mental fuzz. "Nnnnnnnnnngh." A groan escaped through gritted teeth as she applied her will and focus to her brain, blocking out the tear from her sixth senses. She didn't hurry, as rushing wouldn't speed up the process. She just slowly, but surely, pushed the sensation away from her mind, until she was only aware of it being in the street through the other five senses. "Dammit," she sighed, breathing heavily and turning back down the street, reaching for her wand. She called out to the heroes wresting with the commotion. "If you've got sixth senses, don't look into the tears with them," she called. "It just nearly took me down!" Siobhan reached to wipe a sheen of sweat from her brow.
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Concentration check to 'cover ears' from psychic static: 1d20+16 31
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"I'm not sure it's entirely possible to do magic after a human-sized stein of mead," said Equinox drily. Dimitri always unnerved her. She knew he presumably meant well, but still. "Certainly nothing of the complexity Kimber is suggesting here." The raccoon atop her head chittered merrily. <But lamb!> <No lamb. You ate, like, ten minutes ago. Seriously, where does it all go?> She turned to Revenant and grinned a little wider than she had with Dimitri. "Well," she drawled, gesturing at ther assembled mystics and mages and aliens and assorted strange people. "Do we at all look like a group of people who decide, every morning, to act in line with sensible ideas? I'm Dr Siobhan Drake, by the way." She turned to address the group as a whole at this last part. "You might know me as Equinox. Kimber asked me here along with our other colleagues to help out with the hoodoo. The raccoon is my familiar. She is not helping." She swatted at the ball of fur as it continued begging for lamb and booze.
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"The runes look perfectly fine," said Siobhan, sweeping into the room. She had her long coat fastened across her front, trailing down to her ankles, where she was wearing bigger, clumpier boots than usual. She was used to under-heated tiny offices, but this was a little colder than that. A nicotine patch poked out from under the collar of her coat, so she wouldn't drop ash on the delicate inscribing. Atop her hair was a large Davy Crockett hat, tail dangling to her shoulder. "You've come on a lot, I think this should work out just fine." She gave the ghost a reassuring smile, and inclined her head to those among the group she actually knew. "Frost. Wraith. Nick." At the mention of Nick's name, her hat reared up, the raccoon on her head chittering and wiggling a paw at him. She cast an eye around the large group of very disparate people. "Looks like this is going to get elaborate," she commented wrily.
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June post counts (you promised, Tiff ) Equinox Hark the Merry Church Bell (1) Temporiad: Save On Time (1) Galvanic Interstellar 66 (1) Geckoman Not-So-Average Joes (1) Red Five (1) Ref pp, rolled over onto Galvanic
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OK, roll to see what's what: Super-Senses 8 (Magic Awareness 3 [Mental], Extras: Accurate, Acute, Extended [100ft Notice Increments], Ranged) Magic senses: 1d20+15 16 Well, all the nope
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Siobhan Drake sighed as she gazed mournfully at the half-full plastic beaker. She'd only just bought this coffee. And now rifts? Really? It had been an awful meeting, and she'd rewarded herself with coffee, and, and... "Everybody stand back from the rift!" she boomed in a resonant voice, striding out onto the road towards it. In a flash of light, her clothes morphed into a long-trailing coat and tunic, her hair darkening as light burst forth from her eyes. She drew forth a wand from within her robes as she walked to stand in front of the hole in the world. "Well, let's hope nothing comes out." She extended her mage's senses towards the hole, seeking to find rhyme or reason to the phenomenon.
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Geckoman leapt out of the chair, rushing out of the Pegasus and into the Communion ship. He looked around him, seeing his comrades fighting. The antibodies not yet upon them, still up in the air, where he couldn't reach them. He stood, tilting his head back, sniffing gently. If he couldn't get up close and personal with the ones fighting him, he could try and identify any incoming. "Keep them from stabbing me, I'm going to try and find if anyone else is coming in," he said, sniffing more and more rapidly. He wasn't getting much, just dead metal, burning metal... really, a lot of metal in various states of disrepair and violence.
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Move Action: Leave ship Standard Action: Smell for incoming. The nose knows: 1d20+9 10 "We're safe here!"
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Arrowhawk Causality (4) Galvanic Interstellar 66 (1) Merciless (1) Geckoman = Ref pp, rollover posts and Ref pp to Galvanic (unless I've miscounted and I've one more post, then go to Arrowhawk) Mia (3) Not-So-Average Joes (4) Red Five (3)
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Galvanic spun through space, trailing chunks of herself through the aether. Reeling, she spun around, those fragments coalescing back around herself until she returned to corporeal form, coat somehow billowing in the airless vacuum of space. She brought both hands up in front of her, lightning sparing up her arms to flare up around her hands as she flew towards the ship that had hit her. Streaks of light flew from her, making her resemble a small blue comet as she hit the ship at high velocity, bringing a screech of metal as her strength and momentum powered into it, sparks flying from the point of impact.
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Apologies for lagging behind, ComicCon became a three day thing involving a Chinese man with a bunny. Do you want to treat this as a delay, or back to the top? Either works. Galvanic will fly at the ship that hit her, and punch it right in its stupid face. Free Action: Switch main array to electrical aura. DAP is at Flight 7 (total 8) and force field is at Immunity, not Impervious. Move Action: Fly at the space-ship! Fly at it! Standard Action: Electrical fist strike. 22 for a DC30 attack, going up to 31 with her Super-Strength.
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"Well, not a trained one," shrugged Liz. "I'm not not a scientist, I'm a nuclear engineer. So the nanobots weren't hard, but the actual genetic stuff thing was a little bit beyond me, which is why I think it doesn't work." "Hold on, DNA?" interjected Chris. "Like, cheek swab, blood, peeing in a cup? Combination of the three? I'm fine with those, so long as you don't do that thing where they just rip out hair follicles. That one hurts." "You literally get shot on a daily basis, and you're fine," said Liz drily. "And I'm not fine with that either!" "Sigh," said Liz in a monotone. "Anyway, sure. We'll give you samples. We can gag him if it helps? But anything that'll help you figure out what's up here, it's not something I've tried because I don't have the facilities and wouldn't really understand the results."