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Moira Morley

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Freedom City Guidebook

Freedom City PBP: A How-To Guide



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  1. Attack Crush: 1d20+8 10 Stalwart. Do a thing!
  2. Scion watched the two siblings bicker back and forth. With a split second, the girl she had in her grip went limp. She assumed that was Pacer being faster than the eye can see at times. Or maybe the headbutt was too much. Who knew? There were two still standing. Luckily the songstress wasn't one of them. "Aw, it's fine. Take your mind off her, man. There are," she paused and looked in his direction with a smile, "other things you could be thinking about." The chilly crook looked to be fresh up. "Alright," Scion said racing - not as fast as the twins, but still inhumanly so - towards her. Unfortunately, she wasn't as ready as she thought.
  3. DC 25 Toughness (Terra, Razor, Silk, Crush): 1d20+6 18 1d20+3 8 1d20+6 18 1d20+7 21 Terra fails by 9. Bruised 2, Dazed. Razor fails by 19. Bruised 2, Dazed, Staggered, Unconscious. Silk fails by 21. Bruised 3, Dazed, Staggered, Unconscious. Crush fails by 4. Bruised 2.
  4. Moira greeted Nadiya with a courteous handshake. "Uh, right. Sorry to bother you," she pulled up a backpack and unzipped it. It was full of notes ranging from parchment to uniform stationary. All in ancient Greek. "So the simplified story is: I've been getting these love letters in my native language. But once decoded, are pretty much divine schematics for some machine." She pulled out a few to show her guide, "Ms Kanufasa was the first person I thought would be able to decipher this mess." She watched Nadiya's reaction, "so, do I need to get an appointment?"
  5. Scion quirked an eyebrow about her life being a comic book. How much of it though? Like, was she a main character? How was she received by the public? How much of her life intersected with this other woman's, other than having the same body and similar powers? "You know," Scion looked at her otherself with a smirk, "I'd like to sit down and have a talk with you about everything. But not now, maybe after this is over." "So your powers are psionic in nature," she quirked an eyebrow, "and belief based? I mean, I guess it makes sense. The collective mind controlling who gets what. But that's not the point." She gestured a hand towards the portal to Olympus, keeping eye contact, "I want to help you. This Pantheon deal sounds barnacles. So, you come with me. We let you soak up some of my birthright. You go back to The Pantheon and show them what true gods look like." She shrugged, "if that doesn't work you get ambrosia'd up and become immortal." She grinned, "sound like a plan?"
  6. For the past few days Moira had received cryptic messages in coded in ancient Greek. Mutually intelligibility aside, it was like reading ancient Greek. Smart people stuff. People that could read English couldn't understand all of it. That kind of stuff. She turned to her connections on Olympus and even they had a head scratch. It was machine code. If they were on good terms with Hephaestus, they'd have it solved. But the whole deal with him and them - Aphrodite and Ares, especially - was well noted. There was a hand full of smart people who could help. This was Freedom City. Turn the corner and you could find, like, fifteen geniuses. Still, you needed connections. Not like you could just... Well, it was worth a shot? Mandjet Building, 1 August 2018, Midday. Kamala Kanufasa was a technical genius. Her business was machine code. So Moira looked to her. Showing up after lunch. Walking in the front door and asking the receptionist to speak to Ms Kanufasa.
  7. Crush and Terra clear Dazed, but Crush is still Staggered. Pacer is up.
  8. GM One of the girls staggered around, trying to catch her footing after catching a full wallop of super speed fist against her head. She mumble something about chilling our. At least she thought it was a funny quip, laughing about it though uncertain of how she would get out of this whoopin. Another one, less affected by the beats, looked like she was trying to call out orders. But she couldnt. It was all pointing and jumbled words that seemed to make sense, but were out of wack.
  9. Attack to Grapple: 1d20+8 20 Hits Grapple checks (Scion, Silk): 1d20+18 37 1d20+3 18 DC 27 Toughness: 1d20+7 17 Failed by 10. Bruised 2, Stunned, Staggered
  10. Scion steeled her mind and body against the assaults on them. The poor criminals didn't know what they were dealing with. Especially the exploding one. "Well, it could have been better meeting arrangements." She grabbed the fire starter easily and slammed her with a headbutt. "Who's the new guy? Partner?" She smiled, "you got a boyfriend?"
  11. Dark Song: Emotion Control 8 (Limited to Despair, Perception Area [hearing], Selective Attack) No reflex save as the power itself has Perception range. DC 18 Will Save. Bundle of Energy: Damage 6 (Area Burst, Selective Attack) DC 16 Reflex, DC 21 (or 18 if you pass the reflex) Toughness Scion Rolls Will Save 18: 1d20+7 24 Passed Reflex Save 16: 1d20+7 17 Passed Toughness Save 18: 1d20+12 27 Passed
  12. GM The shouts of pain from the group of girls were not the most pleasant of words. Two of them looked like they were totally out of it for a second. But the two who weren't looked like they were about to tear holes in the group of interloping heroes! "We don't get much of you costumes around here," one of them said angrily, "kinna wants to make me give you a... yall got them theme songs? Here's one!" She cleared her thoat and then began to fill the air with a sonorous hum that only Pacer, Stalwart, and Scion could hear in the back of their minds, "three. Three on the street. Three don't know what they messin with. Three about to be burned to !@#$." Another flew straight towards the heroes with an angry yell, stopping right in the center of them. What she did, Pacer saw, was less an explosion and more taking every bit of energy in the area and make it pop. Everyone else saw an explosion.
  13. Moira pondered what her other self was saying. She knew Olympus to be real. She talked to Aphrodite daily. Before she was here she was in Apollo's arms. It wasn't an idea she sincerely, but them being all fake? Her being just a dream? If not or even so, she wanted to live to the fullest until she winked out of existence. Her otherself was intense. She certainly was sure about herself. Sounded like the Pantheon was her Olympus. Wait, she did mention beating other versions of herself. Another earth? What about all those other hers? "I really don't think that would happen," she said reaching out to touch her otherself's shoulder, both trying to comfort and assure her. "Part of them is me just existing. Like what if you lost your skin or the ability to breathe? Hm?" She invited her otherself closer, to hold her, "But yes, I have been depowered. I was born to Aphrodite and Ares. My birthname is Edone. I was to be the goddess of hedonistic pursuits. Then, Hephaestus, once again slighted by his wife, conspired with Eris to take my spark of divinity in the womb. He succeeded, and I was sent to Earth to live 'normally'. An Olympian among mortals. A couple of decades passed and I regained the strength and power to rejoin the gods. I selfishly jumped at it. And for a long time I was happy. Made friends in Dionysus. Found love in Apollo. But I left that all because I wanted to help people. I returned to Earth to be a protector. A hero." There was a pause. "To answer your question, if I wanted godhood back, I'd earn it. As for your predicament," she glowed yellow for a moment, opening a picturesque portal to Olympus, "I'd like to help you."
  14. Toughness 20 (Terra, Razor, Silk, Crush): 1d20+7 13 1d20+4 16 1d20+8 16 1d20+8 10 Terra failed by 7 and is bruised and stunned. Razor failed by 4 and is bruised. Silk failed by 4 and is bruised. Crush failed by 10 and is bruised, stunned, and staggered.
  15. Pacer 38 Razor (Songstress, PL8) 27 Silk (Fire Energy Manipulator, PL6) 19 Scion 15 Stalwart 15 Crush (Ice Energy Manipulator, PL6) 12 Terra (Scarlet Witch) 11
  16. Initiative: 1d20+2 15 Initiatives (Terra, Razor, Silk and Crush): 1d20+2 11 1d20+7 27 1d20+1 19 1d20+1 12
  17. Moira was in The Fens, giving a drunk friend a ride home. Though a woosh of super speed alerted her that something was up. She then saw cop cars passing. "Miller," she said to the slumped over passenger as she pulled over into a parking lot, "you stay here. Keep the doors locked. And please, please don't get sick." Her words fell on deaf ears as Miller leaned againt the window, passed out. Made switching into costume easy as she quietly shut the door. When she got to the jewelry store there were heroes already there. Familiar faces. "Hey. I just wanted to window shop. Fancy meeting you guys here."
  18. Left to right: Terra, Razor, Silk, and Crush. All wearing bandanas. But people around here know who they are. Terra is Scarlet Witch build. Razor is Songstress build with dances converted to song, dropped to PL8. Silk and Crush are Energy Controllers PL6.
  19. GM Lots of things happen in a city of heroes and villains. About a month ago the Terminus invaded and left a stamp on the landscape in the form of mutated citizens. Terra, Razor, Silk, and Crush were some of the 'lucky' ones. Friends through the same neighborhood, they looked after each other. These powers made it easier to do. Razor got a voice that could melt minds. Terra was lucky all the time, though she could never hit the numbers. Silk and Crush, the twins, got fire and ice powers, respectively. Things were looking up for Plantation Circle. Except for when their plans started going off. The lure of cheap thrills hit them all too easy. Terra was their lynchpin in getting away scot free. If they got caught theyd slip through the cracks and be out on a technicality. Cops in The Fens were starting to call it the Plantation Circle Clause. So much so when they were called to the scene, they almost gave up. A police call to Cleary's Jewelers? Thats where they were today. The precinct preferenced it with PCC. Plantation Circle Clause.
  20. Less than a minute later her phone lit up with Estelle's smiling face. What was she doing, Moira thought as she pressed a button. "Dear golden-haired princess," she answered sweetly, "you and I need to catch up. How's it goin, babe?" The two did talk spice for a while. Estelle gave her her address. Moira said she'd be there soon. Well, soonish. Traffic was backed up due to some business involing a flying hero and villain knocking each other around. Moira recorded some of it and sent it to Estelle. 《Sorry. Still on my way.》she texted. Sometimes you couldn't help out. Even if you wanted. But she eventually got there. Not having to even knock, the door opened. The two former friends reunited with a hug. Letting it sit in silence for a moment. "Love the new place," she said softly, "can I see it from the inside?"
  21. Yeah. Sorry. Didn't check here. I will eat the Dazed for free since I did get HP.
  22. Moira enjoyed the colossal tussle. Not the part where she failed to take her other self down, but the struggle, the combat of it all. Though the words are what stopped her. Not the most opportune time to stop but she wasn't about to kill her other self. As she listened to her other self talk about needing to win and dreaming of her own demise, it sunk in. She definitely wasn't a dream. And this representation of herself had enough information to not be a throwaway of a night. She watched her other self jump away. Again. Grunting angrily, she kept following, "listen. If I were a dream wouldn't I know everything about you? Wouldn't we have the same lives? Right now, stories aren't matching up!" Raising her hands out in a peaceful gesture, she invited her otherself for a hug. "Tell me more about this Pantheon. What is your Olympus like? Are you still in your goddess phase, before it, after it?"
  23. Grapple hit and check: 1d20+8 17 1d20+18 25 I forgot the -2 defense! So she hit and will struggle to pin her.
  24. The Scion from the Prime world winced as she accidentally went in too hard on the armor. To be fair, it was bad armor, but beautiful. She could have better crafts deities make it. Live and learn, she thought with a sigh. But hey, at least she was willing to talk it over. Wait. Was that her - their? - mother's mannerisms she felt in the back of her mind? Sweet Aphrodite that was good stuff. And then she took off! "Hey," she shouted up to her, "you don't play hard to get!" Jumping after her self, she landed on the same rock. "Now where were," she said sauntering slowly, "ah yes. Self love. See, angry me, I already love myself. You included." She leaned forward getting close. Stopping for a moment to throw herself off. And then lunged. Connecting with herself and trying to take herself to the floating ground.
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