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Moira Morley

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  1. GM The ones who were conscious heard the cop sirens from outside. The ice manipulator looked over to the girl being pinned. She shrugged, "cool heads prevail?" Looking at Scion and Pacer, she snarled, "don't think you !@#$&es off the hook yet. Come up in here again. In your !@#$in costumes. We'll be ready." She put her hands behind her back as she was handcuffed. It was obvious shed seen this rodeo before. Not even resisting. "Hey boy," the girl Stalwart held wiggled unsuccessfully againt his grip, "you got a hero name? Let me hear it. I wanna know who I gotta follow." She laughed as the police picked her up and cuffed her, "I'll see you around, boy." He could sense a general like in her voice. Like how a person saw a meal ticket. The paramedics tended to the wounded and the cops too questions and filled out reports. Ah, the humdrum aftermath.
  2. "I knew you'd come around to my way of thinking," Scion happily said to her otherself, pulling in for a hug. This would be tatamount to a loss on her side, but neither of them had to fall. "Aphrodite, Ares," she offered up words to her parents, "prepare a place for me. I'm bringing some company." "Dear, we've seen what has transpired," Aphrodite spoke back to her, "Ares is not pleased with the outcome. But me? Well, I'll see what I can get." Picking her otherself up and carrying her in her arms, she walked towards the portal. "Well, dream or not, here we go." And they crossed the threshhold.
  3. Attack Crush: 1d20+8 22 Hits Grapple Checks (Scion, Crush): 1d20+18 29 1d20+3 14 DC 27 Toughness: 1d20+5 25 Nat 20 saves. Crush is lucky!
  4. Scion was a watcher of shows more than a reader of books, so the reference flew over her head. But she got the jist of it. Meh, low hanging fruit. She was far too focused on the freezer girl. "Fire, ice, mind tricks," she said grabbing the one Pacer pelted, "what's the other one do?" Scion slammed her head into the girl, but it did little to her except make her more angry.
  5. Toughness: 1d20+6 13 Autofire beats defense by 4. +2 to the save. Failed by 14. Bruised 3, Dazed.
  6. Same as the last but with Cold! DC 16 Reflex, DC 21 or 18 or none Toughness save. Scion Rolls Reflex 16 and Toughness: 1d20+7 24 1d20+12 29 Yes and yes. Pacer, do a thing.
  7. GM Crush had stared into the face of danger before. The woman had headbutted her sister so hard she passed out. But she was not about to have it happen to her! "Lets make you !@#$&es hold up," she angrily shouted, trying to sound like a cartoon villain in her own mind. Unlike the other who made everything pop, Pacer saw the crook suck every bit of energy out of the room around her, Scion, and Stalwart. Everyone else, however, saw the crystalized ice form around the three heroes. The one in Stalwart's arms laughed, "hey, boy. You like your sister huh?" She couldnt do much more than tease him. Even if her head cleared, she was still wrapped up by him. "Yall do that Game of Thrones !@#$? Heroes that messed up?" She stopped and winced as his grip got tighter.
  8. Attack Crush: 1d20+8 10 Stalwart. Do a thing!
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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?"
  12. 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?"
  13. 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.
  14. Crush and Terra clear Dazed, but Crush is still Staggered. Pacer is up.
  15. 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.
  16. 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
  17. 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?"
  18. 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
  19. 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.
  20. 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."
  21. 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.
  22. 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
  23. Initiative: 1d20+2 15 Initiatives (Terra, Razor, Silk and Crush): 1d20+2 11 1d20+7 27 1d20+1 19 1d20+1 12
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