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  1. Raveled
    What Warp saw through the window was mostly what one would expect to see from a small community bank. The inside was done in carious cream colors, and a pair of faux wood lecterns were in the middle of the space with a counter of the same material running along the wall, between Warp and the hostages. Oh yes, the hostages -- two men in dark suits, a man in a charcoal one, and a woman in a purple suit and too much jewelry were all sitting next to one wall, alternating between staring at the ground and taking fearful peeks at their captors. The thin robot from before was in there, talking to a shorter robot in an otherwise-identical pinstripe suit. He was clutching a pistol in either hand, and gesturing angrily with them while he spoke about how to deal with "coppers and buzzkills." At one of the lecterns, what Warp could only think of as a robot-lady dressed in flapper style was counting and stacking bills, presumably taken from the empty registers the Claremont graduate could see. Lastly, she noticed an open door that didn't seem to lead back to the window the first robot had been standing at. Maybe it lead to the vault? If that was the case, there could be even more hostages and robot-robbers to consider. While Warp was reconnoitering, Chrome wandered over to one of the cars in the parking lot. It was, from his point of view, ancient -- an open top roadster from almost a hundred years ago. He glanced inside and noticed the well-preserved leather and what looked to be an actual ivory stick shift. He left out a low, appreciative whistle -- even in the midst of this literal life-and-death moment, he could recognize and appreciate craftsmanship like this vehicle.
  2. Raveled
    Go make your roll! I'd recommend staying outside, though.
  3. Raveled
    Tona leaned back in the motorboat, reveling in the feeling of water and sun on her bare skin. She was adapting to living in the Pacific Northwest, and truth be told the rain and cold made her feel more at home than any other place on this Earth did; but it was nice to be under the sun with her friends. She was wearing a very simple triangle top and shorts, in a hue that almost blended into the tropical sea, and it exposed many more muscles and piercings and scars than the designers had probably intended. She didn't care, though, and simply enjoyed the heat and the cool of the salt spray on her skin; she curled bare toes in hedonistic enjoyment of the moment. "I've never tried surfing before," she said, raising her voice to overpower the sound of the motor. She turned her head and watched broad-chest, muscular men and lithe, toned women toiling away at the water. She caught eyes with one near their boat and smiled at him, wondering distantly what his workout routine was. "I'd love to give it a try, though."
  4. Raveled
    Well I'd like Key to weigh in with a comment or suggestion. If they go in there, they're going to be reliant on Warp to do it, but just for the record Chrome was not suggesting a blind charge. He wanted to sneak around the outside and see if there's a window to look in through.
  5. Raveled
    Rolling to hang ten.
  6. Raveled
    Stronghold cursed as the serpent-man wriggled free of his grasp and started casting about, trying to find something to bash him with. He slowed down when the hawk-headed woman dispatched the scaly sorcerer, instinctively putting himself between Lena and the tide of snakes. He clenched his fist, the wispy red limb hanging in the air beside him mimicking the motion as he breathed hard. "You can call me Stronghold I guess. Seems like everyone needs a silly name these days. Don't expect to see me in the papers, though." His head whipped around as the police sirens carried over the buildings, trying to triangulate their position. He put an arm on Lena's shoulder, pulling her back from the scene. "Time for us to get scare, little sis. We don't want to be here when the cops show up."
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    Corona grabbed Rux's arm and hauled the alien to her to her feet. "You're going to want to march now," she said, her tone sour. "That's where you get to some place back putting one foot in front of the other, mind. If you feel like taking a shortcut, just remember that I'm going with you." She squeezed Rux's arm harshly. "I've got to do some pretty extensive armor repair because of you, not to mention all the forms that come with an attempted escape. There's a lot fewer forms for 'killed while escaping,' though, so if you want to save me some time, go ahead and run." She pushed Rux in front of her, marching the pair of them towards the Praetorian shuttle.
  8. Raveled
    The problem with the notion of dividing the PLs that we have a PL 7, a PL 8, and a bunch of PL 10s.
  9. Raveled
    Are we keeping with the notion of two different climax threads, one where the heroes uncover FOE's plan and one where they confront FOE itself?
  10. Raveled
    I will take on the Spider/Salmon thread.
  11. Raveled
    I don't want to downplay the individual threats, though. I want FOE to be seen as a major player in the supercrime market, and I think giving each PC or group of PCs a good fight with folks who are just minions of FOE is a good way to go about creating that feeling.
  12. Raveled
    That's good advice, but I'm struggling to figure out how to do it. Warp and Sha'ir could both be at ASTRO Labs and Salmon and Spider go together just because of PL, but I can't see how to put the others together.
  13. Raveled
    Corona, floating high above the battlefield, saw the rest of the team battling for their lives. She wanted to intervene, but she knew that she had to hold back and wait for -- that, there! The air around Pheydyn glittered suddenly and the Lor turned in the air, bringing her hand around and gathering energy in her palm. Even as Rux was coalescing out of thin air, Corona blasted her with a beam of golden energy. There was a scream and Corona fought the impulse to pump her fist. "Time to give up," she shouted, "or it's only going to get worse for you!"
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    Chrome startled at the woman who just appeared next to them. "Oh. Um, I'm Chrome. I don't know who's inside, I just got here myself." The three superheroes turned to the police officer, who was dusting himself off. Morel stood and looked around the parking lot. "It's pretty early, the bank just opened up," he said. "If I had to guess, there's probably just the employees inside now. But no one should be gambling with hostages on the line." He turned a dark look on the heroes." Chrome coughed self-consciously as the gun disappeared into his arm. "Maybe we can sneak around the side? There's a drive-through lane, maybe someone can try to get around and see inside." He looked down at his own shiny skin, flicking off a piece of debris. "Probably not me."
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    Warp's foot hit metal with a resounding clang and drove the be-suited android back a few steps. "Wise-ass dames in this city," he muttered, swiping at her and swearing when she danced out of reach. "You mugs should know better than to mess with Moxie Malone's gang!" Behind the police cruiser, Chrome pinged his RADAR out, easily picking up the metal criminal and even Warp's position. "Stay down, officer," he said to the cop next to him, as one of his arms quickly rearranged itself into a hollow-barreled gun. Moving quickly, the shining teen popped up and fired a shot into the side of the building, not far from where Warp and the robot were fighting. "Put down the gun and step away," he shouted, "and no one will get hurt!" The thin robot laughed and moved back away from the window. "That's what I've been saying to you this whole time! You come in here and you're gonna be mopping up brains." He turned and ran, moving deeper into the bank.
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    Stronghold was a step behind Lena, his long legs eating up the distance to reach and pass her. "Dammit, stay behind me!" he shouted, accelerating towards the scaled creature still sparring with the flying woman. "Hey, rat-breath!" Red energy boiled out of his arm as he reached out, a ghostly carmine limb coalescing out of the air and matching the movements of his flesh-and-blood one. "Stay away from my sister!" He lunged, red fingers closing around the snake-man, and squeezed as hard as he was able to.
  17. Raveled
    So what sort of things does Mannequin do? Where would Mannequin be hanging out?
  18. Raveled
    Need to make Corona even angrier to make up for charity.
  19. Raveled
    You're damn right I do! Corona's going to pull out the stops for this one, +2 All-Out Attack and +5 Power Attack. Results 1d20+7: 8 [1d20=1] That... that... Rerolling that! Results 1d20+7: 18 [1d20=11] LITERALLY the worst roll it could possibly be.
  20. Raveled
    How many baddies are still up and fighting?
  21. Raveled
    This probably won't hit, but it's always Stronghold's first move. Trying to grab the Scion for a Grapple Results 1d20+7: 23 [1d20=16] If that hits, initiating a Grapple. Results 1d20+14: 28 [1d20=14]
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    Henry slowly fought his way back to consciousness. At first he thought that it must be night, but after a moment he realized that it was simply the sun filtered through the thick forest canopy. He tried to sit up, but his hands were bound behind his back and his feet were tied together by something. "Welcome back." He looked up and saw Henry sitting opposite him, his arms and feet also bound by plastic zip-cuffs. Between them was a woman in a short jacket, tight green pants, and a mask with a weirdly elongated nose. "Good to see you're up. Ready to have a talk, Henry?" Henry tried to shift to a more intimidating position, but it was hard to feel scary when wet leaves were soaking through his pants. "Who wants to know? Who are you?" The woman crouched in front of Henry and suddenly there was a large knife in her hands. He hadn't seen her draw it, and there certainly didn't seem to be enough room in her pants for the weapon, but now it was just inches from his nose. The woman handled it casually, cleaning her fingernails. "I'm a woman with questions. I've already asked Gary some questions, but Gary's rude." "Henry, don't tell this f---ing bitch a single thing!" Gary shouted from her other side. "Keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you!" The woman turned in a single lazy motion, and suddenly the knife was out of her hand and quivering in a tree next to Gary's head. "Don't interrupt your friend, Gary. Quelle rude."
  23. Raveled
    Henry crept to the edge of the forest, calling out for his friend. At the edge of the cleared space he spotted something on the ground; leaning over he realized it was a pack of Gary's cigarettes, with a lit one still in the pack. Henry straightened up, fingering the cigarette, and turned back to the cabin. He looked up and found himself nose-to-elongated nose with a human-shaped thing. "Boo," it whispered; all of Henry's unease rushed back in an instant and he screamed, running off into the forest. He fled blindly, not caring where he was going or how much noise he was making Blue Jay sighed, and looked down at her feet. The thermal visor in her mask easily picked out the burning cigarette. She picked it up and carefully pinched off the end, then started shredding the the cigarette while she set out through the forest. It was simplicity itself to follow the man's crashing path through the underbrush. It didn't take her any time at all to find him hanging underside down, suspended by a foot caught in a thin line. Jay walked up to the whimpering man and poked him hard with two fingers. "And I don't even have a hunting license for Oregon yet."
  24. Raveled
    Gary opened the door to the cabin and staggered out, the astringent chemical smell following him. His head swam from the fumes of meth production; he always meant to bring masks when he and Henry came up here to cook a new batch, but he always forgot and they ended up using rags or handkerchiefs. That was never good enough, and once again Gary made a mental note to pick up real masks. He was almost at the treeline before he could breathe clearly again. The young man dug a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one, sucking on the nicotine greedily to overpower the remaining chemical stink. The tip flared and one harsh smell was replaced by another. He turned to look at the ramshackle hut with the plastic-covered windows, which is why he never heard her sneaking up behind him. Sometime later, inside the hut, Henry looked up at the clock and wondered just how many cigarettes Gary was going to smoke. He made sure nothing was going to boil over and stepped outside, looking around the clearing. "Gary?" The forest was totally still and silent. "Gary, you out here?" Henry started walking slowly towards the forest, looking around warily. The quiet was getting on his nerve, and all of a sudden the fact that a bustling metropolis was an hour or two away didn't seem to matter so much. Right now he felt very, very alone.
  25. Raveled
    Blue Jay Walking in the Green Corona At the Point of a Sword Miras Stronghold Battle of City Hall Chrome Hardware Hoodlum Heist GM
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