Avenger Assembled

Eira smiled again, greeting Miurne as she joined the group. Her hands were folded behind her back, in unconscious imitation of Miss Americana. "I have been very well indeed! The installation at the museum has gone very swimmingly - and might have a few surprises for the little ones, yes?" Having thoroughly resented being forced to get a high school education among so-called 'normal' people _after_ earning her bachelor's degree at the age of 16, the one-time prodigy found it actually very pleasant to be socializing with once-high school students. Especially since my new body appears older than my chronological age! she thought cheerfully. She went on, handing out her business card, "If any of you are looking for a part-time position with Katastroff Consulting, you should give me a call. I can always use the services of a contractor, especially in very specialized areas."

Recognized by a Claremont student, and thus a potential partner, Eira excused herself from talking to the director and stepped outside to greet Luke and his friends. The blonde woman's hair was back in a bun that resembled the famous tech heroine Miss Americana's, her blue labcoat matching the color of her eyes, her lips painted the same gold as her hair. "Hello, Luke," she said, her distinct Swedish accent as present as ever. She gave him a firm handshake, then turned to the girl she guessed was his friend. Eira looked a bit older than the two Claremont students, much closer to twenty-five than fifteen, and her teeth were a perfect white as she said. "Hello. I am Eira Katastroff. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." She stood there and talked to Ghule and she was dead. No, worse - she wasn't alive and it didn't seem she ever had been. The being standing there talking to the two Claremont students was as alive as one of the video games in the arcade - fun center on the other side of the food court. "Did you go to high school with Luke?" she asked, an easy way of checking the other girl's bona fides.

Angelic It would have been a simple matter to install the mainframe for Archetech's newest contribution to the children's museum, a 3-D holographic display called JOURNEY TO SPACE! that let children interested in the final frontier 'zoom' out from Mercury all the way to the hub to CoVic Station at the edge of the Solar System. But Eira Katastroff didn't like to do simple jobs, especially when it let her honor the brand identity of one of her heroines. So instead she'd done the work - then installed an "FTL mode", allowing young people to zoom all the way out to the nearest star systems, complete with accurate maps of those systems and depictions of Lor and other alien vessels they might pass by. Unfortunately that did require a substantial upgrade to the core memory, much less the projection bandwith of the holographic projectors and the generators of the interactable hardlight objects - but fortunately Eira didn't need to sleep. She'd pulled an all-nighter, scored an excellent reference for her consulting business - and honestly things were going well. She leaned against the wall, fighting the urge to scratch under her blue labcoat by simply deactivating those sensors, and went on speaking to the museum's director. "Everything will be ready for the big unveiling, yes?" she said, her tone not really making it a question. There were many children here, playing happily and enjoying themselves immensely, or crying and throwing a fit, or any number of things - and she was happy to see all of them. She'd taken the time to upgrade the museum to make sure it was fully compatible with the Americans with Disabilities Act, one of the few things that she really liked about living (for a while) in the United States. As they spoke, she watched, a half-smile on her yellow-painted lips, as she saw a young girl in a wheelchair reach out for a holographic Mars the size of a basketball and clutch it to her chest, looking very pleased with herself.

The Patriot 12PP Swap in the character pic below in place of the existing in-costume picture https://th.bing.com/th/id/OIG3.4m1WJkB22z9qePidgX2d?pid=ImgGn Feats: 2PP Improved Initiative 2 (to +13) Let's buy Benefit 5 (Is the Patriot) [5PP] Add the below to the linked structure of her Mimic. Mind-Reading 10 (Extra: Action [Move, +1], Flaw: Range [Touch, -2]) [5PP]

Sea Devil: 3PP Let's buy her Morph up to 4 (+20 Disguise)

Angelic: 1PP Let's buy up her Will save to +8 Replace existing character pictures, add: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1199132988684894338/1285032300740087919/OIG3.png?ex=66e973d7&is=66e82257&hm=a460d203e23e4addb278f15e4518f18a712555521ca19fc5593a36d957bf14b7& and https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1199132988684894338/1285032338153013250/OIG3.png?ex=66e973e0&is=66e82260&hm=ad3fd112b2d948f084f13c5406ab5490de0fd57ebbcd7952f42f67a119b47a25&

"Can you not save these people?" asked Owain, a knight's plea at a failed battle in his voice as he adopted his usual mortal visage again. The speaker looked a villain but who could tell in these times? "Even a fraction of their number? All men should know, in truth, that with great power, comes great responsibility!" he declared boldly. Neko was silent, her eyes moving to the others as she put two and two together. "Send us back," she said suddenly, not bothering with English, dusting the ash and blood off her kimono. "You have won." She could guess at the being's power, so vast it might not have been there at all to her enhanced senses, not to mention with all these wonders - and horrors - it had wrought. What was the point in toying with a god? "Please - my lord," she added.

Mental Blast, DC 23 Will save - sorry, I had the effect wrong earlier.

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Search is actually an INT - not WIS - skill.

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I don't know about the Enhanced Fort Save in an Array - was that on the original version of the character? (I don't want to tell you no if it was what you had before.)

Sea Devil snorted as she smelled the air - a sound and deep echo like being close to a harbor seal. "We hunt," she agreed. "If not tonight, then another. It will not fool us." Deep Ones shared space with each other; a circle that Aquaria extended to her friends and to a lesser extent most of the people on the Surface. But not a fellow predator.

Neko pointed at one of the attacking cyborgs and felt its mind burn in a fiery flash of claws and teeth while Owain stayed back, using his invisibility spell (and, frankly, prayers to Christ Jesus) to try and shield the civilians who hadn't yet gone below from the eyes of the Omegadrones. Neither of the pair looked particularly optimistic about where things were going.