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Fulcrum flicked off her earpiece, "Right. See you...shortly?" She smiled at Fleur's arrival and followed her over to Jack. Kneeling as well, she recounted the tale, "A guy in a giant power suit came through. Apparently 'Jill' killed him and turned on the rest of the team." She glanced up at the now-still armor and sighed. "Turned out she was some sort of robot. I'm not sure what she did to everyone, but Gecks said Jack has internal injuries." Hearing tidbits of Geckoman's conclusions, she added, a touch of irony in her voice, "Great. Yes, some sort of alien robot. I'm thinking she became a 'wrathful' along with the others destroying the city. Which means we need Jack up and moving. If this story checks out, we have dozens or more kidnap victims to free." She didn't know Fleur particularly well but certainly trusted her abilities. Viktor always spoke highly of her. Now Fulcrum silently hoped Jack's injuries weren't serious enough to foil even Fleur's powers and skills.
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Fulcrum assumed the team would subdue Jill. She didn't particularly care how as long as the fight ended without anyone dying. The strange lights obviously meant something was up, but a robot imposter certainly wasn't on the list of possibilities. Which made hearing a metallic crunching sound and seeing Willow apparently crushing Jill's throat all the more horrifying. Fulcrum whirled around, readjusting her hold in order to get a grip on Willow before she did anything foolish. Not that it mattered. The sudden flash of plasma flashed across her vision and she stumbled backwards. The heat washed over her but somehow felt soothingly warm. The robotic skeleton, the self destruct, the burning roof...Jill. Everything just happened so fast! Dragonfly looked on top of everything. She rubbed her eyes and shook her head, turning to the rest of the team. "Jill is a robot?" The gears in her head turned as she tried to process this new information and fit it with the goings on downtown. Her eyes drifted over to the large, vaguely familiar power suit sitting in the street. The one with the dead pilot. Everything clicked. Jack and Geckoman brought her back to reality. Jack's condition, hell, the condition of the whole team, made her frown. She nodded to Geckoman. "On it." Waiting for her commlink to connect, she added, "This is happening all over downtown. Heroes are...attacking people." Glancing at the robot's remains, "This would explain it." "League Board this is Fulcrum. Be advised: 'wrathful' may be robotic imposters. Repeat: robot replacements. Confirmed case in the West End. Please patch me through to Fleur: medical emergency."
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Yeah, well...for rp reasons: Reflex vs DC 15 (1d20+5=25)
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Fulcrum smiled and produced a business card for Carrie Wendle. She offered it to Joe and nodded, "She really is great." Turning to Vicky, she looked to say something before her commlink beeped. Placing the earpiece, she spoke quietly, "Jill? What? My Mom? Oh...oh. Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes." Pulling out the commlink, she turned to her companions, "Sorry to cut things short, but family calls." She rifled through her file, layering a few papers on top before sliding the thick bundle to Joe. "Have a look and give me a call at your convenience. My card is on the inside cover. I've included art samples, writing samples, and some contractual stuff. I'm all for giving people a fair deal, but you may still want someone to look over it before getting together to negotiate. I'd really like to have you on board, Joe." She waved over the waitress and took the check, "As an added bonus, being an anthology gives us more room for articles and editorials. Interested in doing an opinion piece sometime?" The bill for all three handled neatly, despite any protests, Fulcrum stood and smiled widely at two. "Anything else? If not I'll see you two later. Great to meet you, Joe."
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Thank ya, sir. Move Action: Fly over to the West End Free Action: Switch array to Super Strength Standard Action: Start a grapple All-Out Attack Grapple Attack vs Jill (1d20+15=31) Wow, I may actually have hit her. Maybe. Grapple Check vs Jill (1d20+44=58) Now if I cannot locate the fight and grapple this round, she will move into spotting range and these will be my actions next round in a desperate attempt to subdue Jill.
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"Gecks?" yelled Fulcrum. If Jill had gone loco like the others...well...Mona never mentioned that Ellie frightened her the most out of the team. Wasting no time, she shot up into the air and arced toward the West End. Crossing the city in the blink of an eye became second nature ages ago, and spotting targets on the rapid descent was a useful skill. Which even considering the time of day, the flash of bright lights from the rooftop was unmistakable. Or the giant robot. Or her friends fighting through visible pain. Or the wrecked Pitchoo. Ouch. She dropped from above and threw all of her power into her musculature, or according to Ellie and Viktor, what passed for muscle. Grappling wasn't her specialty despite her size, and the giantess knew she needed a strong grip to keep the small, nimble Espadas sibling in submission. Upside down she dropped behind the medic, sweeping one arm under Ellie's right and the other one trying to lock and straightened the left. With any luck she'd had control of Ellie's upper body and could lift her off the ground. Fulcrum didn't say anything, instead putting just enough squeeze on the hold to get her point across.
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I take it I'm up unless other strangeness occurs? ;)
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When all hell broke loose downtown, Fulcrum was among the first responders. The chaos spread outward like a shock wave and reminded Fulcrum of the other nightmares she had faced over the years. Yet this one seemed different. Scripted. She didn't like it, and in all the excitement, she missed the initial call from the Interceptors. The soon-to-be call beeped her earpiece as the reporter frantically asked yet another question. "Are you saying these 'wrathful' are being mind controlled? Do you have any evidence to support this theory?" All around the impromptu interview, police herded citizens to safety as debris rained down from a distant battle. Fulcrum shook her head, squinting at the bright, and unnecessary, camera lights. "All I am saying is that some of the best known heroes in this city have all gone homicidal in the same way at the same time. Obviously some outside force is at work here," she replied, holding up a hand and cutting off the reporter before looking into the camera. "All available resources are being diverted to the crisis. Everyone seek shelter and stay calm until an all clear is sounded. Keep the lines clear for emergency calls. This is not a drill." Her ear perked as the alert finally registered. Ignoring the reporter, she put two fingers to her ear, "Jack is that you? I could really use you guys downtown..."
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Sounds good, sounds good. Initiative AATM (1d20+1=13)
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Sorry for the delay. Just give me a heads up when I can jump in, AA. Thanks!
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Sorry I'm late! Fulcrum: 5 Contracts & Chopsticks (2) Interceptors: Eden (3)
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"I bet it does," quipped Mona to Joe's metalworking ability. "An impressive piece of work there. May not be your interest, but have you ever tried sculpting? I work with all sorts of materials, if you're interested. Speaking of which, how much cast-off do you think is available? I'm in the market and it doesn't have to be anywhere near market grade." "Oh yeah, I also know a discreet designer and seamstress that could help you out with costume repairs. Works with heroes with or without morphic-molecule suits," she said before digging around for a business card. Finding only one of their own, she penciled Carrie's name on the back and offered it to Joe. "She's really good, fast, and reasonably rated." As to the space jump, she actually looked a little disappointed at their reactions, but didn't show it too much. "Oh, well. Little more to it then holding your breath. Worth a try anyway. Still my offer of transportation stands." "Although a radioactive parrot would be an interesting, if odd, power source. But those are my kind of wings. I wonder if individual feathers could used as darts..."
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Doc's New Char: Claremont Student (Artificer?)
Dariusprime replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Archives
I'd have to third Supercape's second suggestion. Official Restricted magical Devices may be pretty rare, but whipping one up for a NPC doesn't take much using the magic descriptor. This Item Control could be a persuasive new technique that illustrates heroic possibility. Nothing like bashing an angry Thor over the head with his own hammer. Not feasible in FC multiverse, but you get the idea. Reach out in desperation and find your destiny. A magical ability in this vein is still highly situational though. Bundling this power into a Forge-esque character makes sense thematically and also gives a great deal of options on which to fall back. Particularly minor or a couple of "appropriated" Restricted items the character now owns. After all a lot of villains aren't magical. I'm envisioning the magewrights of D&D's Eberron Campaign Setting. They're not true wizards, able to master many spells and unlock arcane secrets, but learn practical spells for their profession, including magical item creation. If not a lineage, then perhaps the character is artistically gifted and stumbles on a magical tutorial book? Distant relation of a crafting god? Initiated into an ancient guild of magical craftsmen? The latter two could work in with Ogoun or other supernatural powers. -
Just as she began her descent, something happened. At first she wasn't sure exactly what, but obviously something happened. Falling quickly to the streets, she slowed and took in the scene. Looked like, well, she missed all the fun. Angling her descent, she landed softly next to Geckoman and eyed the surrendering forces. Her scowl could melt steel, or at the least give the impression that she was about to punch out someone's blood. Maybe the Dakanan's, considering their brief introduction. But no, that wasn't her way. Her attention shifted as she surveyed the battlefield, "Not bad. Not bad. Especially for a Sunday," she said flatly. "How is everyone?" was addressed to her teammates. A bit sluggishly, she began helping Dragonfly gather up the unconscious. Of course the one thing, besides her friends' safety, for which she was most relieved was the distinct lack of that Daka sword. She didn't know where it went and she didn't care. At the moment, their job was outside and that suited the giantess just fine. To the new father, she gave a thumbs up and a tired smile, "Good going, Jack."
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"Up to you, Joe," she nodded, "Just give me a call if you need a ride. I don't mind at all." Mona's eyes sparkled as she examined Joe's costume. "Oh yes, have to represent your background. That's gorgeous! I mean it. Simple, utilitarian yet filled with layers of meaning. Really inspired! Now that is an outfit that says 'kick ass and take names'." She nodded in appreciation, a serious look on her face. "How did you develop the helmet? It fits the ensemble well but has a unique flare all its own." Once her initial fervor died down, she asked Vicky, "So no idea why, not just wings, but green wings?" "I always figured that hatch was for roof access. I had no idea. Never wanted to be rude enough to poke around inside his head, if you know what I mean." "Carry-on is only limited by bulk, not weight. If you can pack that much, I'll be impressed. Inflight movie? Hmm...depending on how robust you are, I can show you the most beautiful stars, or if a little more time, visit the International Space Station." Meeting Vicky's gaze, she raised an eyebrow and added, "I hope someday to have a private jet you know."
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The faint hum and charging of capacitors perked up Fulcrum's ears. "What?" she mumbled, flipping open the wrist dampener's control panel with painful slowness. A tightening sensation crossed her chest, at once familiar and vaguely constricting. --Dangerous levels of Terminus radiation detected.-- --Capacitors charging: 65%-- --Estimate time to engagement: 6.4 seconds.-- As the time counted down, Fulcrum smile wearily and clinched a fist, "Yes!" she cried. Immediately followed by a grimace. Looking down over the now lit battleground, she nodded and took several deep breaths. Time for round two.
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Yup! I'll throw up a post in a few hours. Nothing else special happening.
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Reaction: Spend HP to start Recovery Check from Staggered Standard Action: One-half of Recovery Check from Staggered. Yes...soon... :argh:
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Now away from the conflict, Fulcrum took a moment to center herself and push away the delightful combination of stabbing, no pun intended, pain and numbing ache from the Daka. This fight certainly was the most painful she remembered since...well... Shaking her head, she winched and delicately probed the wound on her forehead. Her head still rang from that blow, but she was still glad she took the hit. Most anyone else on the crew would have lost the top half of a head. Geckoman may have survived it, but that was a chance she didn't want to take. The snarky-but-endearing young man had grown on her over the months and was a wonderful foil for Erik. Speaking of Gecks and Jack, she glanced down at the fight below. With the cool winds and moon overhead, the fight seemed ages ago and far away. But of course all hell was still breaking loose. If only she could fully clear her head. Blinking one eye and then the next, she realized her vision was still out of alignment, especially at this range. just think of it as boxing, her subconscious prodded her. Yes, just between rounds. Breathing deeply, she willed her battered body to hold knit back together. Wasn't nearly as fast due to that Daka-damned weapon, but she'd get there eventually. Her friends needed her! The guilt of bowing out in the middle gnawed at her enough. Come on...
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Fulcrum: 6 Contracts & Chopsticks (4) Interceptors: Eden (2)
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"Definitely," chuckled Mona, "Just visiting campus opened my eyes. I've never seen so many metahumans concentrated in one place. Do you know the girl with green, feathery wings?" Turning to Joe, Mona asked, "Do you happen to have a picture of your costume? I haven't had the pleasure and would love to see it please." "I'd hope not! Maybe we'd better do it during normal touring hours though. We don't want to be shot at overzealous security." She finished her tea with a small gulp. "You'd think they'd be used to that though. If Centurion's statue has that many flying/teleporting/gliding visitors, you'd think the Statue of Liberty would have a few too." "Oh...I remember that shop. She's right. Fabulous selection and pretty good prices too." Tapping her chin in thought, she listed off a couple of recommendations as well. "I'd love if you could attend ours, incognito or otherwise. I may be able to swing another guest badge and bring you behind-the-scenes. Really get a sense of how the magic happens," she added to Joe after flagging down the waitress for a tea refill. "Speaking traveling arrangements, Vicky, how do you want to do this? Our travel budget is...negative right now. I'll cover the rooms, but maybe we can fly up there?" Glancing to Joe, she added, "Fulcrum Airlines is fast and free, but the turbulence is a bit rough."
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"And we come full circle concerning normal," nodded Mona before standing up. "Think I'm game for another plate." Returning shortly, she slid into her seat and the conversation, "I don't doubt it. Cape Watch makes me nervous too, and...well...I don't have a secret identity. They're pretty good too, but I'm not going to tell them that." She chuckled, an honest little laugh given the uncomfortable subject. "As far as being on the other side, it does feel weird. And awesome!" "Don't worry, you have plenty of cred with us," she replied, patting him on the arm gently. Then she fell silent as Vicky gave her another glimpse into her past. Some of it wasn't news to Mona, but she listened attentively and picked at her food a pick. Truth be known, hearing about the lives of other heroes and their families fascinated her. An eyebrow went up at that particular family squabble. "Those custom, over-sized contact lenses are worth researching too. If they can turn a singer's irises white and retinas black, I bet they'd have something for you." "Thank you," Mona replied to Joe, smiling wider. Vicky's smile was infectious like that. "This actually works out well. I wanted a smaller venue initially. That way we can think big but still control our own PR. Like you said, less risk of a full-blown media storm. Not to mention fewer creepers." She winked to her.
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"Fighting a plague? How so? Rapid response and epidemiological data collection?" asked Mona after Joe finished his story. As for Joe's story itself, she grinned, "I see your point. Wow, that sounds like a wild one even for these parts. If it wasn't coming from you, I wouldn't believe it. That would make an amazing novel or graphic novel. How big of an invasion are we talking here?" "You both make good points actually. I'm really surprised anyone can maintain a secret identity these days. Either of you seen that new daytime show, Cape Watch? The one where artists try to render what a hero looks like out of costume? I won't name names, but some of the cases are hitting a little close to home, if you know what I mean." She sipped her tea and glanced back-and-forth at the two. Mona met Vicky's grin and held up three fingers, "All three, killer. And maybe a couple of other topic panels as well. They want a conference call next week. Probably Tuesday afternoon. You free?" She drummed her fingers lightly on the table, she lowered her voice, "They are absolutely stoked. I know you wanted to stay...well...incognito, but one of the reasons is having a hero/artist on the panel."
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Ah, jeez, sorry to keep slowing the thread up. At least I won't have much to do for a few rounds. >.< Okay, nothing fancy here. Staggered and 1 HP limits the ol' options. As usual I'm assuming her array is set to max Flight default, and I didn't say anything about changing it in previous posts. Unless I'm blind as a bat right now. For story purposes and mechanical recovery... Move Action: Fly, oh, 1000 ft or so straight up. Next round unless harassed she will use the HP and start the two round recovery from Staggered. After that Miss Crimson Glowy Mage is in for nasty surprise.
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Having that damnable sword even a few more feet from her felt like bliss. Yes, the painful tingle at the edge of her perception still bothered her, but she wasn't being stabbed with the life-draining abomination. For that matter, she wasn't being stabbed at all... Which really didn't matter much as she dropped down on one knee. "Ow...," was all she managed to squeak out. She surveyed the battlefield just in case someone tried for a backstab. Looked like Erik and Mara were in the fight, and the swordsman had personally taken care of the Daka blade. She'd have to thank him later if they survived. Although she hoped their mutual inventor friend didn't take the sword inside. Unfortunately, the big brute and his charge were entering the fray. She sighed and considered her options as her head cleared. Obviously, fighting this guy head on right now was suicide. Perhaps if she channeled her powers...no, the worst injuries were all Daka inflicted and would take days or weeks to properly heal. Maybe if she could just rest a moment. That's when she realized that the ethereal shimmer of red that the Daka sword had been absorbing was now wafting like steam from her. Less than normal, she noted, probably from the injuries, but in dangerously high quantities. Damn! She'd forgotten about the whole radiation problem during the stabbed-by-Daka incident. She hoped vehemently that no one, yes, including the House of Swords footsoldiers, had been exposed to much of her toxic radiation. Let alone her friends or the new baby. Now though her emission rate would spike as she 'caught her breath', and the longer the dampers were down. She needed out of the fight to gauge her injuries and isolate herself. Well, if nothing else, do what you're good at. With a grunt, she flashed up into the night sky and disappeared. There she hovered in the night air, clutching her chest and trying to fight down the pain. As for the Daka sword? The last wisps absorbed vanished into the sword as it left its owners hand. The crystal, whatever the original color, pulsed slowly and hummed with potential energy. Every once in a while a little arch of energy popped across the surface of the blade. What a great capacitor, Daka.