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  1. The computer showed Danica a fairly lengthy list, one that it was only indifferently able to translate - though Ashley was able to fill in most of the blanks. Danica had seen Ashley lie with the smoothness of a pond on a windless day when it suited her but she noticeably blushed even through her tan complexion, muttering only "Oh, well, you see a lot in the Service." Judy didn't seem to buy that from the confused expression she shot her sister, but didn't comment as Ashley helped the teens run through the list. 

     

    There was ART, MUSIC, GALACTIC STUDIES, and SCIENCE, all of it pitched on a late elementary level based on Ashley's translations. "Which makes sense, there's not going to be anything tactical in a kid's computer," commented Ashley. They were able to find a drawing of what was probably the interior of the ship in the ART section, a wide range of stories about the Lor in their GALACTIC STUDIES database, scientific stuff that was way over everyone's head, and there was a picture of a pirate. 

     

    There was really no other way to describe him - Pan certainly recognized the type, a tall fellow in a costume straight out of Central Casting, open V-neck shirt and jacket, tight pants and a glowing laser sword at his belt, and even a tricorn hat on his head. The face was new, though; a squid humanoid with tentacles on his face and big bulging eyes, looking for all the world as if someone had taken Cthulu and cast him as Captain Jack Sparrow. 


    "I know him!" said Ashley suddenly. "That's, oh, what the hell is his name, Captain Kraken? There was a picture of him in the Raven's lair. And now he's an admiral?" 

     

    "No, Ah don't..." Judy frowned, hard, and said to the others, "I don't suppose...suppose y'all can hear that?" she asked nervously. "That person, um, talking to me? He says if Ah don't do something soon, he's gonna shake things up around here." 

  2. As Eira's ghost merged with the sick little girl, healing her body, creating a miracle that would be a major subject of study for the mystics of northern Europe for some time to come, the machine that bore Eira's memories walked out of the room with her boyfriend in hand, her face expressionless in the way that meant she had actually deactivated the relevant connections between her brain and her surface features before she had left the inner room. 

     

    Outside, Eira looked at Pan and then raised the hand that hadn't been holding his - her grip had been so strong that her fingernails had dug into her palm, far enough that she had actually broken the skin enough to let a few drops of bright blue blood leak out. "Död hela tiden," she said simply, looking up at the sun overhead. Dead, all along. 

  3. Aquaria was looking at the base of the neck and said with authority. "Teeth. Cutting and biting teeth, like a mammal." Prompted by Justice, she gently set the severed head down and walked over to the edge of the cliff. "I can see the inner temple," she croaked, peering down far below. "Follow me!" And then, she ducked down on her hind legs (there was no other word for them, not when they bent almost double under her body) - and leaped down past the falling water into the Bottomless Sea's tumbling torrent. It wasn't real water, not the water of her own mother sea, but she opened her vents anyway, letting the brackish brine pour into her suit as she leaped with the grace of a hurtling amphibian down below. 

     

    She landed smoothly, her suit whining slightly to compensate for the abrupt impact, on a stone floor outside the inner temple - a cyclopean structure of towering stone whose single entrance was carved in the shape of a great jagged mouth. There was spray here now, constant and loud, thick enough that she couldn't tell enough if anything bloody had come this way recently - or gone, for that matter. 

     

    Four stone statues stood on either side of the temple's mawed entrance, all of them looking freshly-carved from the living rock of this plane. There was something like a mortal wizard in robes and hat, stone fangs bulging from his mouth; a hideous amphibious fiend with a bulging mouth, and two armored forms, one with a deep gouge cut into its back. The four figures stood, seemingly dead, stony eyes implacable as they gazed on the heroes. 

  4. Eira muttered something about Leon could eat roasted pig anus if he cared to she would stick with the onion rings and french fries, but then they were in line and she was looking around with a suspicious look on her face. It was retro night at the carnival perhaps, with a mixture of 50s and 80s fashion everywhere, but honestly didn't look too different from the usual. Eira stuck close to Pan as they went, her gaze fixed, frowning on the crowd, and a gaggle of girls her age in camisole tops and jeans posing with a furry Hero mascot so their friend could take their picture with a disposable camera... 

  5. Okay, everyone (including Angelic with her 25) roll high enough to spot: 

     

    It seems like things are subtly different than before you left; are the booths quite where you remember them being? Fashion looks a little... 

     

    neon colors, gladiator sandals,[28] animal print or polka dot headbands, knitted sweater dresses, Nike Tempo shorts, wonderbra and sloggi underwear, sundresses, geometric pattern tops, slap bracelets, ballet flats, black spandex leggings, pale denim jeggings, light, translucent tartan shirts worn with a camisole underneath, kinky boots, riding boots, ripped acid wash skinny jeans, and neon leg warmers worn with bare legs and a dress or skirt.

     

    Letterman jackets, black leather jackets[116] like the Perfecto, windbreakers,[117] dashiki[118] or Hawaiian shirts,[119] ski jackets,[120] slim and straight leg jeans,[121] wool topcoats,[122] Ed Hardy T-shirts with low necklines, neon colors inspired by the rave scene,[123] roll sleeve tartan flannel shirts worn with white T-shirts, cardigans and knitted V-neck sweaters.[124]

  6. "No, no, not with your original face," said Eira quickly, laughing nervously before seeming to realize that the remark could be taken in more than one way. "I mean, er...I would like to hire you, if you are interested in such services. I could use the services of a shapeshifter for a professional project." She spread her hands. "I will compensate you for your labor, so you are not working for exposure, yes?" She smiled thinly, then said, turning to the oven, "Another ten minutes," to her classmates. 

  7. "She says cars just get you attention from the wrong sort of cape," commented Wadjet as she cracked open her gun just long enough to load it with something from her belt. It was abundantly clear who _she_ was - "I say she just doesn't want to have to teach me how to drive. Hey Thorne, you got any magic in this engine?" she asked, trying to take aim out the window as they approached the pursuing vehicles. 

     

    Up in the sky, the golden arc that was Lady Horus swooped upward impossibly fast with a boom that made Wadjet cluck her tongue. "Mierda, they really pissed the old lady off-" she commented before Lady Horus went down like a falling star towards the lead car among the hunters - and then, when she'd passed them all and let them know she was _there_, Lady Horus pulled up by Thorne's car and called 


    "ART THOU READY?

  8. Edits for Sparkler

     

    35PP to spend 

     

    12PP 
    Into Sun Array 
    Add PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2 to all powers 
    Add Extra: Autofire to Blast 
    Change Move Object to 
    Move Object 10 (hands of flame, Extra: Damaging) 

     

    It should now look like
    The Sun Array 15 (30PP, Fire; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Alternate Powers 1) [33PP]
    Base Power: Blast 10 (Fire, and lots of it, Extra: Autofire) {30/30}
    Alternate Power: Move Object 10 (hands of flame, Extra: Damaging) {30/30}

     

    9 PP into Flight 
    Change base Flight to Flight 4 
    Change Flight w/Broom to Flight 7 (1000MPH/1000FPM) 

     

    4PP to Charisma (to CHA 24/+7) 

     

    8PP to Skills 
    Bluff 5 (to Bluff 17 (+24) 
    Diplomacy 5 (to Diplomacy 10 (+17) 
    Intimidate 10 (to Intimidate 10 (+17) 
    Sense Motive 5 (to Sense Motive 15 (+16) 
    Stealth 8 (+10) 

     

    Feats 2 
    Challenge (Fast Taunt) 
    Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Intimidate, Stealth)
     

  9. Judy glanced at Danica, briefly confused - then her glowing eyes widened as she seemed to catch the turtle-girl's play. "Yeah," she offered, before she concentrated and went back to her usual self, shooting Ashley a shrug and gesturing to the aliens around them before she said to the teacher, "we'll stay out of the way, Ah promise," she said winningly. Between her and Danica there wasn't much anyone could to stop them, and so as the motley crew of alien kids around them mostly settled in for a nap (outside the ones obviously peeking at the very interesting novelty that was the teen heroes), Danica and Judy were given access to a flat-panel screen that looked a little bit like an iPad - albeit an old, battered one.

     

    Reluctantly, Ashley sat down to join them, and seemed to surprise Judy by showing them exactly how the space technology worked. "Here, it has a holographc keyboard, or you can manipulate what you see by hand - here, turn this far enough and it'll display in English, at least for things it can translate. It looks like they're using standard Lor tech," she murmured to the two teens, "so it picks up the local language from information broadcasts. Tetchy as hell, though, especially something this old." 

     

    The display did turn out to be for children; it appeared to be a smiling face of indeterminate species that was asking WOULD YOU LIKE TO PLAY? in letters that appeared over its head. 

     

    Lon was looking at Pan, an interested look on his face. "Maybe you're not magic - or maybe you don't know as much as you think, hm?" He sniffed the air, then added, "Personally I just came here for the fun of it, but lots of the other crew are here so they can eat. Not a lot of pickings out there these days, you know what I mean, hmmm?" He sniffed, baring pointed teeth, and said, "He's not _my_ admiral, kid. Just the boss." 

  10. With great concentration, mystics and magic pooled their powers against the accumulated wards of the Cult of Vhoka - mighty barriers indeed, as befit a cult whose power crossed a whole world. It took multiple attempts and precious time across a night that they all knew was slipping away, but with one last great effort the outer wards dispelled. Sea Devil lent her power to the effect too; eldritch magic of a watery sort curling along the edges of Surface magic, helping their spells slide their way in past the eldritch wards like a key fitting into a lock. 

     

    With the wards down, the outer door of the temple began to rise, the thundering of the waterfall that had been pounding underneath growing louder. Up here it was a long, dizzying look down past the falling Niagara of bottomless sea down to where the main body of the temple lay below; but more urgently to notice there were bodies. Or what was left of them, anyway. 

     

    Sea Devil made a strangled noise when a head rolled past her and struck automatically with her trident, catching it with a sickening schlump before it could fall into the turbulent waters at the temple's edge. At least I did not catch it with my tongue! she thought quickly. There were other heads here too, and parts of bodies - but it was hard to tell what had done this to them, and where such an assailant might be - at least until one took a close look. The bodies had been piled against the inner side of the door, which was marred with deep, narrow gouges and the marks of failed spells that had evidently not cracked it own.  The armored Deep One peered into tiny Surfacer eyes and repressed a shudder. Would only a piece of them live on, in wherever it was that Surface Men went? 

  11. "It is a secret mortal men were not meant to know," said Eira with a portentous smirk from Abby's other side, having finished her side of the project and passed it off for the actual cooking phase - not something she actually had much experience with, though it was easy enough to access the relevant Youtube videos. "Fortunately some of us are neither." Leaving Abby with Ryder, she took Davyd's finished potatoes and onions over to the oven before asking, "Do you ever model? I know the mainstream organizations exclude metahumans but you could probably make money as an independent, yes?" She smiled thinly. 

  12. Eira flew with Pan - she'd shown him how slow and wobbly her magnetic flight was away from a large city and was content to take his hand and thoroughly fail to suppress a smirk. "Maybe we should stop by the window of that girl you like, hmm?" She laughed, squeezing Pan's hand, and said, "It has been an exciting night already - but as we are already in trouble most likely, why not see what else we can do?

  13. "E-everything is good," said Eira, shooting Miss Americana a look of profound gratitude as her wings reached their full extension. They had been, Miss A knew, a sign of what must have been an all-too-human vanity - it would not have been difficult to build her magnetic flight into the actual body of her robotic form, but Eira had insisted on the wings. As the wings slowly retracted, Eira smiled at Shift and said, "You will not regret it. Miss Americana and I are collaborating on my own new body.

  14. Danica's mom was an old hand at this, and promised to call the school with no more than a faint tremor in her voice, though the line was awfully staticky. "Are you sure you don't need to worry about where you are?" 

     

    "My daddy's gonna be in the sindcut," said the boy who'd spoken to Pan helpfully. "We'll eat fruit every day." 

     

    "Wait, you can just call people from space!?" demanded Judy, who looked to be going from one shock to another. 

     

    "Yeah, uh, Earth is hooked into the Lor communciations network," said Ashley, putting a hand on the back of her neck for a moment before she looked away. 

     

    "Should we-" Judy started to ask.

     

    "No," said Ashley firmly without actually raising her voice. "No, we need to think...we can't start shooting here, not with so many civilians around. I can probably get us out of this room. What's your plan?" 

     

    "Hmph," said Lon suddenly, looking in the general direction of the students without actually making eye contact. "Magic, is it?" He studied his clawed fingertips diffidently before commenting, "I have a few tricks of my own. You kids wouldn't be planning to cause trouble here around all our younglings, wouldja?" Most of the kids, though, not all, seemed to be spreading out cots and blankets and big warm rocks (for the lizardy among them) for naptime. 

  15. Sea Devil hesitated, frowned, then struck the gate with her trident with more authority. "CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" she bellowed at the gate, sounding annoyed as her allies joined her. "I can hear their spells talking in the walls but they act as though they do not hear me." She opened her armor and sniffed the air, a sound like a snorting seal, then made an alarmed noise that seemed to come from something other than the powerful stink that lay around the place. "I smell blood," she commented, pointing with her trident at the door. "And guts. In there.

  16. Sea Devil: 

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    There are formidable passive defenses around the Temple - mighty wards that may need some time breaching. The DC to breach them will be 30 (if you use countering) and Aid Other actions will apply if you want to do it together. 

     

    There are active defenses too - places where a caster could hurl down curses and worse from arcane battlements above your heads. But nobody is there at all. 

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