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Grim Diddle rolls 15 to hit Judex, with his +9 Att that's 24 which hits easily. I'm going to need a Fort save from Judex vs Drain Con.
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Sure thing. Make a post.
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Ami fell in step behind Jude as the big man lead the way down the way down the tunnel. She had no problem following someone else's lead, and after a few steps she paused and scrapped the sole of her shoe against the stone curb. Then a few steps later she reached up and jingled the fob of her zipper. Every few steps she made another innocuous noise that she didn't need to, not enough to alert their quarry (hopefully so, anyway) but enough that Judea would know she was still following him. Not everyone, after all, was used to the sort of silence a Martel girl was capable of. The unlikely pair crept down the sewer towards the voices. Before long they saw an equally unlikely pair standing together in an alcove. One if them was dressed in layers and layers, with the sort of unkempt hair normally associated with street people. The other one, whole he was dressed in a ratty trench coat, had blue skin and seemed only passingly aware of the world around them. Abruptly a rat squeaked almost under Judex's foot and the other pair turned to look at the heroes. The street person waved his hand and there was a sudden tide of cockroaches, rats, and other creepy crawlers plugging the far end of the tunnel behind this weird pair. The blue man turned to Judex and Ami and began floating towards them, his feet a few inches off the floor! He reached out and moaned, "Fires! Fires climbing up the walls, fires away the sky, rats on fire, rats eating London !" A sudden wave of cold washed over Judex, like someone had just driven a chip of ice into his heart.
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Cyril nodded to Joe and flipped a switch. They could both hear the prerecorded sound through the speakers in the corners of the room, but they were only hearing a shade of what was being piped into the recording chamber. The saxophone was first, a low wave of sound that would not have been out of place in a jazz lounge, with a nearly subaudible beat beneath it. Also stood with her arms in the air and let it flow through her. Her heavy jacket, which she had worn even in this heat, was hanging off Joe's chair, and she was only wearing hip-hugging jeans and a tight shirt. She swayed hopelessly to the rhythm as she came up to the microphone. She opened her eyes and her mouth at the same time as she spoke, her words moving in and out of the beats. This city is a fierce beast and I live in it. The only way is to have your rules Look both ways and Keep your head down and Snarl don't smile and Keep a layer between yourself and the world. And then you came along baby And touched my life baby And changed my mind baby Because I don't to be apart from you baby And I want to feel your heart baby Pressed up against mine. Also backed up from the microphone as the music transitioned into a saxophone solo. As she she sang and as she moved, though, she kept her eyes fixed on Joe.
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For rolls and suchlike, @trollthumper. Speaking of which. Results 10#1d20: 10 # 19 [1d20=19] 16 [1d20=16] 7 [1d20=7] 10 [1d20=10] 3 [1d20=3] 1 [1d20=1] 3 [1d20=3] 16 [1d20=16] 7 [1d20=7] 1 [1d20=1] Copy pasta: link bbcode
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Freedom City, New Jersey June 20, 2017 Afternoon The man at the big board tapped a button on his control console and spoke into his microphone; on the other side of the soundproofed glass his voice was the only thing that could be heard. "Could we get a sound check, Asli? Just need to check some levels." Asli Saddik stepped up to the mic hanging in the middle of the chamber and licked her lips, leaning in close. "Check check Cyril, one two three four. Seven sniping snakes slipped and slithered up sinuous stairs while Sally and Susy sang stucco shanties. Kill Craig's cat and cripple Katy's kibble caboose. Tip toe and take two tables to taste Tali's tippled tacos." She stepped back and stretched, long arms almost reaching the top of the recording studio. "Those levels look good, Cyril? I don't want to be futzing with equipment all day." Cyril tweaked some knobs and bobbed his head as jerking lines on the screen leveled and smoothed out. "Looks good on our end. Ready to start when you are." He looked reached his hand out to a particular button and then paused, looking over at the other man seated at the big table. Joe Macayle wasn't a regular feature at the Stone Soup recording booth but at least he was smart enough not to touch any of the intimidating array of sliders and knobs on the board that seemed to stretch for a city block. Cyril caught his eye and gave him a mischievous wink. "Ready to see the magic happen?"
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Warren was taken aback by Mona's reaction. Usually the girl was so... forward. So direct and powerful, so take-charge that the only way to keep up sometimes was to grab her skirt and be dragged along. All of a sudden she seemed to become so diffident and demure. "I just figured that you can go anywhere you want, as fast as you want. Maybe it might be nice to slow down a bit, you know?" He took her hand and they crossed the street, walking up the slow incline to the museum. Warren showed his school ID at the door and got his hand stamped. He considered the ink mark on the back of his hand and the nanites he knew were just an infinitesimal distance below it. He could have them devour the ink or repurpose it into a dozen different designs. He could get into the museum for free anytime he wanted as long he knew that day's design -- though he didn't know if his nanites could replicate UV ink, which was probably what they used. The whole thought flashed through his head in an instant and then he dropped the hand to his side, smiling at Mona as he took her by the hand again and led her into the museum. The open space in the middle was taken up by an angular statue of brushed metal and curved plastic, like someone took a picture of half-cooked spaghetti falling onto a plate and tried to render it at five times the size. "Well that looks... interesting," Warren said lamely. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel while looking at it but he was pretty sure it wasn't bewilderment.
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Chrome nodded, flexing his knees and bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, I can get to them quick, as long as we're not inside a building or something." He looked Terrifica over for a moment. "Listen, if they start shooting or something, you should probably get behind me. I'm a lot tougher than I look. I guarantee I'm tougher than you think I am, actually, and an easier target to boot. Don't worry about getting me out of the fight, just get yourself out of there if things get bad."
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Ami sighed as she picked her way along the sewer, carefully choosing where she planted her feet as she tried to avoid the worst of the spoil. "I am afraid that it would be only as deep as is required to keep it out of sight. This city does not go to lengths to bury its smells." She lead the way through the bricked-walled artery, carefully checking the ground and walls as she tried to track their quarry. Unfortunately there wasn't a lot of branches to snap, sand to step in, or doors to leave open, so before long the pair of them were standing on one side of a T-junction, lost. Ami bit her lip as she glanced around, looking her age for the first time since she effortlessly infiltrated a crime scene. While she tried to read the signs on the side of the sewer, Judex could hear voices wafting down from one of the interconnected tunnels. It was hard to make out the whole thing in the echoing chamber, but he did manage to make out a slurred "Gotta get 'em out of here," and then a low, pained moan from the same direction.
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Warren wasn't an easy man to sneak up on, unless you were literally fast enough to run between RADAR waves. Mona was one of the few people who could, and he still started when she appeared out of nowhere. He still smiled down at her, though, glad that she had decided to show up. "Sorry about that, I was just... keeping an eye on things." Even on the weekend, even on a beautiful day like this, even going out on a date, he still couldn't stop being a superhero. "I thought today we could sort of slow down. There's supposed to be some brand-new pieces in the Kirby Museum today." He turned to face the entrance to the museum, a wide set of double doors flanked by multicolored sculptures, like rainbow waterfalls falling out of the side of the concrete architecture. "I thought it would be nice to walk through and look at some." He smiled at her and reached out to grab her hand.
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June 10, 2017 Freedom City, New Jersey Mid-morning The day was warm, months of overcast days finally giving away to blue skies and summery weather. Liberty Park was full of groups enjoying the fine weather; a group of breakdancers showing their moves near a fountain while teenagers in paper hats hawked from food carts. A group of gray-haired women bent their legs and moved their arms in wide Tai Chi circles. A pick-up game of ultimate frisbee verged dangerously near a family group. Warren Locke held himself in readiness to intervene anywhere. He stood under the shadow of the monorail line, across from the Kirby Museum, right where he had asked Mona to meet him, but he couldn't relax. Even on this bright and beautiful day he was constantly aware of his responsibilities as a hero-in-training. Part of that was his own choice, but he could also feel the static-electricity feel of the hologram projector making him look like a normal boy. It reminded him, subtly and at the back of his mind all the time, that he was different from everyone else out here.
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Okay Bit Jockey, here's my take on the character's powers. Powers: 5 + 36 + 7 = 48PP Concealment (Regular Visual Senses, Feat: Close Range) 5PP (Defensive Vanity) Color Array 16.5 (33 PP, Feats: Accurate, Alternate Power 2) 36PP (Colors) Base Effect: Blast 10 (Extra: Autofire [10], Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Variable Descriptor) 33/33 P (Colors) Alternate Effect: Dazzle 10 (All Visual Senses, Extra: Autofire [10]) 30/33 PP (Colors) (Variable Descriptor) Alternate Effect: Stun 10 (Extra: Range [Ranged]) 30/33PP (Colors) Force Field 7 [7PP] This version keeps Concealment vs. all Visual senses, but trades it down to Sustained duration. This means it'll turn off if your character is ever knocked out, but that's usually not so big of a problem. The Color Array got reworked to drop the base Color Control power and make the base a Blast of many, many balls of color magic. The character can also cover an enemy's eyes with balls of color to blind them or just bash them upside the head with color; all useful effects, and since they're Rank 10 the character is going to be hitting well above their usual weight. The Force Field is kept unchanged, and overall this saves 8 PP to spend on other areas of the build.
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This character would be very poor in combat. She'd be unable to hit just about anyone and could be defeated pretty easily by foes at her PL. It's very, very strongly advised that PCs hit combat caps at least up to PL 10, and at least one-third of Attack and Defense must come from base, not Attack Focus or Dodge Focus. So this character needs a minimum of +3 base Attack and +3 base Defense. Lastly, PCs here can't have Impervious higher than their PL so while she can have Toughness +9, she can only have Impervious 7.
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Looking for what, exactly? I'll tell you for free that it doesn't seem to have internal organs, etc. It's just crystal.
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To summarize the conversation from chat, Teriffica can't take a sample of this thing without restraining it somehow, and she can't really do chemical/structural analysis with it thrashing around. It definitely came from the study where the old man died.
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Ami opened the door carefully, watching the steps descending into darkness with a cal, studied expression, like she crept through abandoned buildings everyday. She fished out her phone and switched on the built-in flashlight, using that to pick out the stairs in the darkness. "Be careful here you step," she said over her shoulder to Judex. "I looks dark down here." She went down the stairwell first, her bright-pink tracksuit standing out like a beacon in the midst of the urban decay. Standing in the basement she flashed the device around, noting the abundance of collapsed cardboard boxes and half-decayed detritus. For all the dust and darkness, though, the room didn't smell musty -- it smelled rank and rotten. The slight woman traced that back to a curiously-intact piece of wood leaning against the wall; she lifted it away to reveal a hole in the wall that went straight through into a sewer "Et voila," she said, sounding more like a child on Christmas than someone tracking a man-beast through the city sewer. "Our quarry takes an interesting path. I wonder why he took the woman all the way through the sewers to this place?" She moved into the sewers without waiting for an answer, the light from her phone bobbing along in the darkness.
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Pacer and Chrome on a date?
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I'd like to get a Notice check from Judex, please.
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"Her family has been keeping her under wraps quite well," Ami said. She examined the fur briefly before discarding it. "The press will get to her before long, but I do not work by the tempo of the press. i do not wish to see the police crowing about their success and showing off a furry corpse like big game hunters at safari." Her harsh words were at odds with her light and airy tone, like her tight, controlled movements were at odds with her bright-pink exercise clothes. She was a bundle of questions and wasn't offering answers. "The real question, I think, is: if this creature has shown up here before, why has it only kidnapped someone this once? I feel we are only seeing the picture we want to see, yes?" Ami started moving up the alleyway, looking closely at the walls. There were a few other doors which opened off this narrow stretch of pavement into other businesses. After testing a few, she found one that opened to her touch and she stepped inside, moving quietly and softly. The interior of the building was crowded with half-rotten pallets and discarded, discolored sheets of plastic. Very little light came in through the boarded-up windows, but there did seem to be a path through the dust on the floor that lead to a downward-descending stairwell.
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"This is too small to be a bear," Ami replied. "If he was a bear, then there would not be a coat big enough to cover him. Perhaps it would be best to think of him as a very big, very hungry chipmunk." She turned and pulled out her phone, orienting the screen as she swiftly called up the YouTube video. She moved the video around, keeping it pointed like she was filming the whole scene herself, glancing back and forth between the video on the phone and the security footage on the computer. "It always comes from the back and left," she said. "Never from the right or never from front. There must be something back there." She lead the way to the rear entrance of Central Perk and stepped into the alleyway. It was dirty and crowded with detritus, but the young woman spotted the single Dumpster. Ami made a face as she quickly approached it, breathing shallowly through her nose while she examined the metal box. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for and she quickly retreated from the stink. She held up a tuft of thick brown fur. "Stuck near the hinge. Maybe Mr Bear was looking for food?"
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Ami turned quickly, crouching slightly as if to leap away from a possible attack but one never came. The big man with the big beard looked like he'd be more at home wrapped in trashbags and living under an overpass, but he didn't move to hurt her. He just blocked the doorway. "That sort of philosophy is better suited to this place when it is serving customers. Now it is so quiet that someone might think they have to respond to you." She returned to the computer, pulling up video files and scrolling through them quickly. "Last night was not the first time the animal creature showed up here. It has been a regular haunt around this building." The footage was in black and white, washed out where the brighter lights of the coffee shop spilled out onto the parking lot but clearly showing a hulking figure in a trenchcoat lurking around the edges of the lot. It turned its face to the cameras a few times, revealing a muzzle covered in brown fur and black, beady eyes; or else it let long, furry hands tipped with sharp claws hang free at its sides. One video showed it in detail as it ran into the parking lot to a discarded fast food bag and squatted over the detritus, tearing the brown paper wrapping apart and picking through the food left over. "It doesn't look dangerous," the girl said, watching six videos simultaneously. "It looks hungry."
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In the interest of moving things along he can just be there.
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The crowd felt a wave of fear and unease move through them and slowly began to break up, individuals and couples moving on their way. Even the cops standing by the entrance shivered like a cold wind had just blown by and retreated to the confines of their squad car. Ami felt the suggestion wash over her, but a Martel wasn't the sort to flee from a casual psychic suggestion like that. A Martel on a mission also didn't miss an opportunity either, so she quickly crossed the parking lot and stepped straight through the open door while the cops were still talking in their squad car. Her movements were quick, sure, almost practiced as she slipped through the door and closed the blinds. Inside Ami looked around, silently noting the disheveled state of the coffee machines and snack cakes. Apparently Bedlam's boys in blue weren't above getting a little French vanilla roast instead of convenience store swill. That was the sort of corruption Ami had been expecting to find and it put her oddly at ease, though she didn't relax her attention. She moved deeper into the store and found the manager's office, along with an antiquated desktop. She started typing away at it quietly, looking for archived security footage.
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Tests are ongoing. Results 10#1d20: 10 # 12 [1d20=12] 15 [1d20=15] 8 [1d20=8] 14 [1d20=14] 15 [1d20=15] 4 [1d20=4] 16 [1d20=16] 12 [1d20=12] 8 [1d20=8] 20 [1d20=20] Brig has +6 Will so she gets 18 on her save. She passes.
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It's Central Perk, not Central Park; it's a coffee shop. I see it in a strip mall with a bunch of other kitschy shops. As for civvies... A dozen, say, spread out over a bit of sidewalk. And Brigandine's Will save is perfectly fine for a PL7, that's what it is!