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  1. Sofia didn't seem to realize she was still absently stroking Lou's arm and stomach. It took a moment for the hacker's brain to reset enough to participate in the conversation. "I just need a halfway decent computer - desktop or laptop. Whatever, I can make it work, and an internet connection that's not abysmal." Sofia hesitated, touching her tongue to the roof of her mouth as she paused, "And I should probably call home with a halfway decent excuse before my mama starts hitting up my cell when I don't show up in the next twenty-four hours." Sofia tipped her head to the side with a thoughtful expression as she added, "Some basic electronic tools might not be amiss. A burner phone. I can probably rig up some decent fake IDs given the tools to do so, like a card press and lamination machine. Kinda depends on what the next play is. Two to three days and I can rig up some much more solid paperwork trails, new bank accounts, new names, that sorta stuff."
  2. "I'm good," Sofia replied, demurring the drink as she was still on her phone, her fingers moving rapidly to double check and discard which aliases were entirely blown and which were salvageable. It wasn't the sort of thing she wanted to do less than sober. Still, she patted Lou as she came up alongside him regardless of just how little Lou broadcasted 'wants to be hugged'. "If you frowned any harder, pretty sure you could crack the bottles from sheer force of will. Xavier will come up with a plan; its what he's good at." Leaning on her forearms, Sofia finally looked up from her phone only to blink at the astoundingly pretty man that owned that soft southern voice. "Oh, hey. Hi. Hello." Sofia patted Lou's arm again like he was some sort of talisman against acting like an idiot. "Heyyyy..." Alas, Lou was not, in fact, that sort of talisman.
  3. Psyche didn't say anything. With one last touch on her bond to Mike, to let him know that he'd feel her absence. It wasn't often that something could disrupt the bond she shared with him, but a jaunt through to the Terminus would certainly do the trick. Bracing herself for the dampening of the voice that she'd lived with her entire life, she took a steadying breath and took her place in the middle of the group walking through into the unknown. "I'm right behind you," she told Erin. "We're as prepared as anyone can be, and we have luck on our side. That's as good as it's going to get; and it'll be enough."
  4. Well, I can have Phantom contact the Modoros who empower her but I think I'll probably be having her wrestle with whether or not to do that for much of the thread. At the moment, she's asking what, if anything, Nick needs from her to set up the space for their workings.
  5. Phantom appeared in the lobby, looking more translucent than usual. The Master Mage might have looked drawn and tired; but that was what the mask and cowl were for. Her features were hidden by their shadows but there was no mistaking the lines that bracketed her mouth. They looked deeper today. Without a word, she exerted the effort to turn fully solid, her booted feet landing with a thump. She was shorter than most people expected, once standing, and it left her cape to billow out along the ground in a wind that didn't blow, at least not across Prime. "Time is short." Phantom said simply, as if picking up the thread of a conversation already in progress. She nodded once to Rene before asking their host, "What do you need of me?"
  6. Psyche sat perfectly still, her legs folded under her and her hands lightly resting in her lap. Her expression was smooth, almost serene, as her preparation for today was entirely internal. She had to be entirely confident in the protections of her mind and utterly centered; which wasn't an easy task with Phalanx out fighting and the city screaming in the psychic static background. It would only get worse with where they were going. It had been a long time since she'd felt it necessary to take the time for a full on meditation before a battle but it was, without question, vital for Psyche to be at her best. Part of her still clocked the movements around the room, growing more aware as she began pulling herself out of the low-trance she'd immersed her mind in. "Ready," she answered Erin's question, even if it hadn't been directed at her. Leaving the couple to their moment, she rolled to her feet and walked over towards where Mark tried to take in all the video feeds at once. Her hand came down on his shoulder in mute support, answering his unspoken thoughts with quiet reassurance, "We will."
  7. Can I put Psyche in the Nihlor thread? I think she's right in Wander and Midnight's PL and doesnt have too much overlap with either? Also she'd totally go with them
  8. Let me think about which one to run! I'll run one and I think if its just one character, it'll probably be Phantom? I'm waffling a lot
  9. Robin would have been happier if she'd had something to keep busy with. Studiously not looking at her injury, Robin twisted her head to follow Raina's sudden flight. In a rare moment of self doubt, Robin asked Fred in a low voice, "Should I go after her?" Normally, she'd feel that was her responsibility to shoulder but she couldn't miss the look directed towards her arm - or rather, where the arm should have been. Robin was still studiously not looking but she could hardly miss the looks of concern. "I could have let go. I knew the risks. I've always known the risks." It was weird, Robin thought, it almost felt like both fists clenched. Almost. Turning away from where Raina was, Robin gave a curt, short shake of her head to questions from the Leaguers that had arrived. Her good hand came down gently in reassurance to the dog that passed by her legs. She couldn't tell them apart in the best of times and this was... not the best of times. Mentally clocking Raina's flight to go after her, she ghosted up behind Riley in mute support, her posture a little awkward as she tried to figure out what her stances were minus one limb. "You don't have to go," Robin reaffirmed because she felt someone ought to, even if her brief interactions with this Peyton has been strained at best. "We could see about maybe getting a message through instead?" Although knowing Riley's level of paranoia, Robin knew that it would likely go unheard. Still, it should at least be said. Her grey eyes were sad in features drawn with pain and loss but her shoulders were square and her voice remained steady, even. Robin was nothing if not a survivor. She'd survive this too. Her left arm moved instinctively trying to put her hand in the small of Riley's back only to jerk the stump back abruptly. "I wish we'd met under different circumstances."
  10. Phantom had left all tasks other than the fragmenting barrier to other arriving members to deal with. Even after the main rift closed, she remained in the air, silent as her hands moved in intricate patterns, stitching reality closed with all of the power at her disposal. That world was never supposed to come in contact with others as it frayed and fragmented. The first step was to cut and cauterize the connections from Prime and then she'd likely spend the rest of the week flickering from dimension to dimension to excise it from the coil. Only when she was addressed, did she look from her work to ghost down. "The pathways are not yet fully closed but they will be once my work is done. For the good of the Coil, the connections must be cut," Phantom said, her grave voice more rough than usual. Riley's mother was not the first person Phantom had to have this conversation, nor would she be the last, "When fully severed, it will begin the slow drift towards the Terminus and its destruction; the reason the Terminus actually exists. It will not likely be in your lifetime or your children's lifetime but its death will be inevitable." The metaphysics of it; the unholy union of two dimensions into one unstable whole didn't matter so Phantom did not share the details or the reasons. Nor did she offer her apologies. 'Sorry' was too small a word for the news she had to give and served only to make it more bearable for Phantom herself, and this was her burden to bear. "If I send you back, you will not be able to return. I do not offer amnesty to many; I cannot, but you may remain here on Prime with your child. The choice is yours." Phantom turned her head away then, turning to sketch more sigils in the area and unwind the magic that had been worked, leaving Riley and his mother to their discussion.
  11. For the first time in a long, long time, Robin was in shock. Part of her knew it, recognized it, as the portal shut and took a piece of her with it. It didn't even hurt, Robin noted in utter detachment as she yanked back a stump where there should have been a muscular arm. No arm, though, just blood leaving her body probably too quickly. It seemed like it should have hurt but it didn't. Nothing really did as she rose to her feet, acrobatic training compensating for the awkward lack of a limb. Her pupils were too wide and her eyes too glassy as she turned; reactions slow and dulled. "Fred," Robin's voice rasped hoarsely as her roommate was sick in one corner. "Hey..." She turned to Raina's palpable distress and lifted her one good arm up to shield herself from the blaze of heat. It shook some of the worst of the shock out of Robin's, even as it made the loss more real, more tangible. She couldn't help but lift her remaining hand up to the almost surgically smooth end of her left arm. Robin forced her hand away from the injury, pushing any emotions about that loss down to be dealt with later. Robin was very good at 'later'. "It's alright," she said, her voice was solid and steady. "I'm alive. We stopped it. We stopped it together, and that's what counts." She held out her one good hand for Fred, "You DID do good, Fred. You all did."
  12. Jinx Power Level: 10/10 (147/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 3 Trade-Offs: +4 Tou / -4 Def In Brief: Luck Siphon Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: Alison Abernathy Birthplace: Freedom City Residence: Hanover Base of Operations: Freedom City Occupation: Accountant Affiliations: Family: Description: Age: 31 Apparent Age: Late twenties/Early Thirties Gender: female Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5' 5" Weight: 168 lbs Eyes: Green Hair: Brown Alison easily fades into the crowd in Freedom City. She's pretty, in a sweet faced nondescript sort of way, not heavy or thin. While Alison, herself, might mutter about the ten to fifteen pounds she's wanted to drop since college, she wouldn't look out of place at any middle class suburban venture. She often wears glasses, although she only needs them for when she's working on a computer or trying to read. Her brown hair is long enough that it can be pulled back into a pony tail, but not so long that it takes forever to wash. It has a small wave that can turn to frizz when humidity gets the best of her. She's a jeans and t-shirt sort of person in her free time and has a wardrobe full of boring but work appropriate clothes when she has to deal with clients. History: Personality & Motivation: Powers & Tactics: Power Descriptions: Complications: Untrained: Most of Jinx's powers work autonomously and she's only just learning how to flex luck deliberately rather than adjusting it instinctively. Abilities: 0 + 2 + 0 + 6 + 4 + 4 = 18 PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 12 (+1) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24 PP Initiative: +1 Attack: +6 Defense: +6 Grapple: Knockback: Saving Throws: 8 + 7 + 8 = 23 PP Toughness: +0 (+0 Con) / +14(10 Imp) Fortitude: +8 (+0 Con, +8) Reflex: +8 (+1 Dex, +7) Will: +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 24R = 6PP Bluff 4 (+6) Computers 4 (+7) Drive 4 (+5) Profession (Accountant) 4 (+6) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 6 PP Beginner's Luck Interpose Luck x 5 (3 from feats, 2 from powers below) Seize Initiative Powers: 82 PP () Luck (Jinx; Container) [82 PP] Luck Control 3 (Fortune's Favor ; Extras: Ranged; Power Feats: Luck x 2 ) {14 PP} Protection 14 (Good Luck; Extras: Impervious 10; Duration: Sustained (+0), Power Feats: Subtle) {25 PP} Damage 10 (Bad Luck; Extras: Ranged, Area (Shapeable) Selective; ; Power Feats: Accurate x 2, Variable Descriptor, Subtle) {43 PP} DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 20 Toughness Damage Sword Touch DC 23 Toughness Damage Soul Sword Touch DC 23 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (18) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (23) + Skills (6) + Feats (6) + Powers (82) - Drawbacks (0) = 147/150Power Points
  13. Alderwitch Psyche HATERS Unite = 1 Posts Nighthawk (IC) Pop Quiz: All You Have Is Your Fire = 1 Posts Guide Point to Janus.
  14. Well my plans for Janus personally is more of an arc about figuring out who she is. There's a lot of paths that I could go, although I already have a trip to Fortuna for Claremont buddies in the planning sketches, to get lost in the Babylon woods. I'm not SUPER interested in having Janus lose her entire legacy as I've played, well, a lot of characters who start from very little and work their way up to being a full fledged super hero. I'm still doing the struggling super hero thing with Robin and I like that arc for her but part of why I created Janus was to be part of a bigger legacy as I haven't really done that before. I have zero interest in Janus giving up her names, titles and worldly possessions for forever and will respectfully pass on that particular plot arc.
  15. Added descriptors, let me know if you need any additional information there.