Gizmo
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It's just polite to reiterate, playah. After all, if we wanted to go to another page for the info, we could just use his character sheet. It's nice to have it right on hand.
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Notice Check. (1d20+10=19) Initiative Check. (1d20+3=17) Well, it might be fun to have him without his gear, but I think Trevor's a little too meticulous not to carry his costume around with him. Let's say it's in a backpack.
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Ooh, I like the second one, Doc. I'll see what I can do about getting those pics up, sans background. Might take a little while to sort through the files. EDIT: Alright, alphabetically: Ace Danger - wiki/File:AceDangerHF.jpg All-Star - wiki/File:All-StarHF.jpg Atlas - wiki/File:AtlasHF.png Avenger - wiki/File:AvengerHF.png The Black Hand - wiki/File:TheBlackHandHF.jpg Blink - wiki/File:BlinkHF.jpg Breakdown - wiki/File:BreakdownHF.jpg Colt - wiki/File:ColtHF.jpg Dark Star - wiki/File:DarkStar.png Dead Head - wiki/File:DeadHeadHF.png Doktor Archeville - wiki/File:DoktorArchevilleHF.jpg Dynamo - wiki/File:Dynamo.jpg Edge - wiki/File:EdgeHF.jpg Fleur de Joie - wiki/File:FleurCostumeHF.png Freedom Angel - wiki/File:FreedomAngelHF.jpg Fulcrum - wiki/File:FulcrumHF.jpg Geckoman - wiki/File:GeckomanHF.jpg Grimalkin - wiki/File:GrimalkinHF.jpg Hellion - wiki/File:HellionHF.png Jack of all Blades - wiki/File:JackofallBladesHF.jpg Midnight II - wiki/File:MidnightIIHF.jpg Phalanx - wiki/File:PhalanxHF.jpg Phantom - wiki/File:PhantomHF.png Psyche - wiki/File:PsycheHF.jpg Razorwing - wiki/File:RazorwingHF.jpg Rouge - wiki/File:Rouge.jpg The Scarab - wiki/File:TheScarabHF.jpg Velocity - wiki/File:VelocityHF.jpg VINCE - wiki/File:VinceHF.jpg Wander - wiki/File:WanderHF.jpg Zephyr - wiki/File:ZephyrHF.jpg
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"Dios, now they're both saying it," Jack groused from the passenger seat. "Let's get gone, cowboy." As Colt brought the MAVERIC screaming out through the Underground's access tunnels, the swordsman turned to the on board screen and Vince's representation. "Who have you got?" "Not much,", the AI replied with frustration. "Fulcrum's already on en route, and I'm not getting any response from Atlas." Vince paused, his brow furrowed, adding in a troubled tone, "Actually, I can't even find Atlas. Everyone else is in play somewhere else. Try to deal with this one double time so you can more on. Good luck, kids!" The team's transport quickly cleared the distance to arrive in the path of the rampage. "Huh," Jack commented, as the massive creatures came into view, "that is something you don't see everyday."
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With squealing tires, the Night Cycle shot down the runway, making a beeline for the massive turtle creature. Midnight reasoned that it was the most immediate threat, actively attacking civilians, and if the gathered heroes concentrated their attacks there, they could take it down before moving on to the other two. Racing through the opening in the terminal the creature had created as it broke into the building, the motorcycle hugged the ground as it turned sharply to race in front of the beast. As it tired to take a step back, Midnight was already behind it, circling the creature closer and closer each time, engine revving intimidatingly. There wasn't much he could do against such a behemoth, but he could keep it off balance long enough for the powerhouses to deliver a decisive blow.
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Alright, Midnight's still on his motorcycle, so he's gonna drive up and freak the turtlely thing out with a DC 29 Demoralize. I assume the Drive check (25, Skill Mastery) constitutes his move action.
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"Count on it," Trevor agreed with a slight nod and what might have almost qualified as a smile. Making his way up to ground level then back to his dorm room, the laconic teen changed and prepared to sleep, sufficiently worn out by the exercise to make the attempt. As he turned out the lights and lay down, however, he found himself wide awake, unable to stop his mind's ruminations on the virtues of blue and gold spandex. He starred at the ceiling, his expression twisting with exasperation. Son of a... With a weary sigh, he got out of bed and turned the lights back on. Might as well put on another pot, then.
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Wiping some of the remaining sludge off his boots before venturing back out into the hall, Trevor reflected that there must have been some physical components to the simulation as well. He didn't have much of a head for electronics and computers, but the idea of the mechanical engineering involved set gears in motion in his head. Taking a last look into the Doom Room, he wistfully wished he had the opportunity to take some of it apart to see how it worked. Nothing critical, of course, just a panel or two. Maybe the door mechanism and the ceiling tiles. Plus whatever had dispensed the faux-Grue remains, of course... Following after Erin, Trevor removed his hat and mask, replacing the fedora atop his dark hair. "Well, already owe you one for showing me the Doom Room," he told the statuesque girl. "If you guys need me for something, I'm there. See how it goes from there." The lanky youth wasn't looking to impose on anyone, but he had to admit that if he'd been running that simulation by himself, he would have simply been out of luck. If he was serious about living up to his grandfather's legacy, he was going to need help.
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"And they said taking up full time heroics right out of high school would deprive me of a higher education," Jack genially quipped in reply as Arrowhawk snarkily made his position clear. "Who's laughing now, Mrs. Cranston? MLA formatting is a useful life skill my foot." At Zakitaj's suggestion, Jack threw an arm around the prince's armoured shoulders. "See? Zak-Attack here gets what it's all about! Teamwork. Synergy." The swashbuckler removed his hand from the royal personage to interlace his fingers demonstratively. "Pooling our leverage to maximizing our paradigm, amirite?" He looked around the bridge. "Guys, c'mon. We're in space, on our way to rescue a princess. If this isn't the most awesome thing you do this week, clearly there are some wicked parties nobody's telling me about."
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Midnight looked about as the city around them faded away. Even having know intellectually all along that it was a simulation, it was still something to behold. The sophistication of the technology amazed him. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he turned of Erin. "Not sure. Should I?" Trevor still wasn't entirely clear what that joining one of Claremont's 'teams' entailed. On the other hand, as much as his grandfather had always preferred to work on his own, he'd never spoken poorly of his time with the Liberty League. On the contrary, he still counted those years as the best of his life before marrying Trevor's grandmother.
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"Strictly speaking, he did come to my house," Jack of all Blades pointed out, gesturing to Ace with his thumb, "which we're not done talking about, by the way. That might not be your fault, per se, but I'm treating you lot as one, gestalt, making-my-day-very-strange entity right now." Rubbing the bridge of his nose, the fencer sighed. "Look, I'm glad I could help with the Anti-Twinkle Twinkle, and I'm glad your friend is... okay, or something. I'd like to help find the real Slim Shady, but we're venturing a little outside of my skill set, now."
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"Be right - ho! - with you, Ace!" Jack called, as pulling backward from his own fist caused him to tumble over a display case, only to pop back up into sigh a moment later, his right hand clamped firmly around his left wrist, holding it at bay. "Evil hand!" the fencer announced loudly, hopping about as his one-man arm wrestling contest continued. "Evil hand here! Hand, which is evil!" His left hand seemed to cease struggling for a moment, only to lunging forward without warning for Jack's neck. He snapped his head back, just out of its reach. "Woah ho! Evil and smart, ya murderous li'l scamp!" As the bizarre conflict carried on, Jack turned to Ace and Edge. "So, how do you guys feel about armies of super-Hitler clones? 'Cause apparently that's an actual thing." He threw himself to one side, then then other, feet scrambling to keep up. "They got a whole freezer full of 'em, and they need the info in there to defrost 'em safely and make more. I think, anyway." Lurching over to a concrete pillar, Jack began to body check his left side into it repeatedly. "That's why they need the scroll ASAP; these suckers have a best-before date."
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Jack stepped between Arrowhawk and Myshel, momentarily distracted from the startling revelation of Atlas' expanded power suite. "Woah, 'Hawky, calm, man. She didn't mean anything by it." The swashbuckler turned to face the pilot as well as the archer. "I mean, it's not like we're talking handgun, right? Probably got some stun-setting particle laser beam kinda things, right?" The Tepestian gave Jack an awkward look. "Actually... the Flarerider has two sets of fourquad-linked railguns. Much powerhurt for a ship her sizeclass." He responded with a nonplussed gape. "...okay." Jack rounded back to Arrowhawk, saying, "Even so, let's be practical, huh? We need some way to defend ourselves, and you're easily the best shot here." The fencer shrugged. "Unless you're planning on getting out and shooting at other spaceships with your bow?"
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Trevor blinked once. He'd been expecting superpowers, but he hadn't really been prepared for such... practical applications of them. Well, I guess if anyone needs some shade, I've got it covered. The idea of a mind reading was a little unsettling, but it's not like he could stop Alex from reaching into his brain anyway, so he decided there wasn't any reason not to take her at her word. "Just a coffee, thanks. Black."
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Jack managed to throw himself to the side as the speedster came roaring past, avoiding being clotheslined, but stiil taking a hit in the shoulder. Shrugging it off, he leapt at the hulking powerhouse while he was distracted by Phalanx's departure. Slipping in and around the brute's defenses, he struck precisely and often. "Jack think's Slammer's cliché speech impediment is getting on his nerves. I said get. Me. Knievel. I'm done with you lot."
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Toughness save vs. DC 20. (1d20+7=14) Ugh, HP to reroll that stinker.Toughness save reroll vs. DC 20. (1d20.minroll(11)+7=18) Yeesh, Jack take a bruise anyway. Right. Um... Jack will give Slammer the ol' Feint 'n' Stab. That's a DC 33 Feint as a move action followed by a Power Attack 5. (1d20+12=25) With full Autofire, that's DC 34.
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Jack shrugged. "Sure, I hear good things," he agreed amicably. "Can't hurt, though. Sometimes there's stuff you just don't want your friends involved in." If he was being completely honest, the swordsman didn't have much respect for teen heroes in general. Well, not so much 'not respect' as 'think they're a lousy idea'. He could understand their motivations, but saw them as a liability more than anything else. Even so, there was no reason to actively insult Geckoman or his team to his face. If anything, Jack was attempting to treat the goggle-wearing hero as an adult. Turning to look at the fallen Meta-Grue, he rubbed the back of his head. "So... what do you think we should do with him? You'd think the Atoms would have shown by now."
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Midnight managed to ride the collapsing monster to the street, sliding into the slick puddle in dissolved into. He glanced over at Erin. Aaand she can jump thirty feet straight up. Hoo boy. Outwardly, he lifted a slime covered boot. "This will come out, right?" In theory this would all disappear when the simulation was turned off, but it sure felt real. And disgusting.
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So, if you've been, y'know, on the internet at all the past month or so, you've probably seen those "I am an Avenger" posters Marvel has been using to promote their new line-ups. Well, since Sorus managed to bring back the Hero Factory (three cheers, amirite?) I just couldn't leave well enough alone. Hence: Now, at that point I really should have just left well enough alone, but... It wouldn't be fair for the Interceptors to have all the fun, of course... (No, Midnight II isn't actually on Young Freedom, I just needed someone to slot in to test the template, and I wasn't 100% on the others' costumes.) Then again, not everybody is on a team, so... Aaand... now I can't stop.
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Trevor placed a hand on his fedora to keep it from blowing away as Mike sped off. Big and fast, he noted with some interest. Good to know. His own metahuman abilities weren't as overtly powerful as those of many heroes, and he was glad to get a better sense of where he stood in relation to his new classmates. Clearly it was going to take hard work and ingenuity to keep up; Trevor was fine with that. He arched eyebrow at the mention of relaying orders. "Cellphone?" he asked.
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As Lukos howled, Midnight stood from his crouch and wandered over to stand behind him, holding the back of his head where he'd collided with the brick wall. He waited until the werewolf was finished. "Hrm. Live the stereotype," he commented, his tone so deadpan behind his mask that his ally couldn't be sure whether the black-clad hero was smiling or not. "Come on," he continued, walking past as the mist began to clear. "Have to check the warehouse."
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Jack of all Blades stared blankly at the garden for a moment after the body buried itself in the soil. "Well, of course she's a plant-lady-thing. How silly of me to have ever assumed otherwise," he muttered under his breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. This was rapidly becoming a very silly day. When Phantom mentioned her husband's aversion to garlic, the swordsman turned to Avenger. "Wait, seriously? I thought tall, dark and monologuing back there was just blowing smoke. You're actually a Lugosi-style, fang-having 'I vant to suck your blood' vampire?" He looked from Phantom to Ace. "But... good, right? Good-ish? Mostly not evil?" He turned back to his brooding host. "I swear, if you try to tell me you run a private investigations company, I'll..." The swashbuckler trailed off as a horrible realization dawned on him. He pointed at the cloaked sorceress, his tone almost accusatory. "She's pregnant. And you ripped off your shirt for, like, no reason." Jack covered his eyes with his palms and groaned. "Dios, my teenage sister thinks those books are stupid, and I'm freaking living them." He gave Ace a wounded look. "Why do you hate me?"
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Sounds good. HAVOOOK! The 'k' makes it X-TREEM!
