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Dragonfly wasn't sure if she was happy or disappointed that they'd caved in so easily. took maybe ten seconds - combat experience on the one - unknown power on the other - grating noise sonic manipulation mechanical control very loud telekinesis - may as well let them get information - interesting to watch - good odds the kneeling criminal pees his pants Leaning up against the nearest wall she tilted her head and watched, content to let meatier heads do their intimidation thing.

Force field and shield are both up. And 'cos I imagine we're going to need it shortly: Initiative (1d20 + 6=7) So much fail.

Scowling a little deeper, Dragonfly abandoned her corner and carefully made her way towards the group, glad their attention was on...whoever that was. idiot - charging in - going to get someone killed - hope they're spineless - going to go very bad very quickly As she walked, a couple little lights lit up on her gauntlets, a force field like a distorted outline around her profile quietly twisting into being.

Master Plan roll, DC10 (1d20 + 6=25), just to get the roll out of the way...though it'll only apply if she ends up having the few minutes (exactly how long is up to GM discretion) to do the planning.

A block away, Dragonfly was watching the dealers from just around a building's corner, scowling. She didn't come to Southside too much - and she didn't hunt down drug pushers too much, for that matter - but one of the lowlifes in her territory had mentioned the 'competition' and she'd come to see it for herself. predators - scum - children! - going to enjoy this - possibly profitable - information - new drugs - suppliers? - imported local labs crime organization best case - will try to leave at least one of them conscious enough to talk later Frowning, she tapped a finger against her arm as she studied the thugs.

Hm. Dragonfly could get in on this. Drug dealers aren't her main target, but she's not at all fond of them and knows they can sometimes be traced back to larger organized crime (which is her main target). If she heard pushers were around one of the local schools she'd do something about it.

Dragonfly turned up her nose, scowling as she trailed behind Ironclad, rubber-soled boots quiet on the tunnel floor. When she spoke, it was hushed - no sense in advertising their presence. "Can never chase criminals into a rose field. Always sewers, fish plants, chemical factories. Need to start buying noseplugs." other smells interesting - saltwater - fish - coastline? shipping smuggling dockside deals - bad sign

Dragonfly had put her violin back in its case, nodding at the praise and turning a little pink around the ears as she quickly made her way back to the food table, where she could watch and not be as watched. glad that went well - good impression - don't want to do it again for a long long time Picking her plate back up, she settled back against the wall to watch the remaining performers. Talya and Ace's performance was more than impressive. don't know the song - audio visual; musical? stage? - very well-done - where did the outfits come from? - chemistry - envious - older than they seem? Shaking her head, she was reaching out for another batch of food when the angel (mutant? alien mythological genetic modifications) took his place. She gave a mental snort at his opening speech...but by the time he was finished he had her full and (relatively, for her brain anyway) undivided attention. At some point she'd put her plate down, but she couldn't remember when. angel - a real angel - knowing without evidence - how? mental magic fundamental effect? - rethink position on validity of major religions

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Dragonfly lowered her flashlight, slowly and deliberately turning her head to look at Ironclad. When she spoke, her voice was so dry it'd make a British comedian jealous. "....don't know. You have my scanner." make in pairs in the future - build into visor?

Groaning good-naturedly, Gaian waved. "Ugh. Don't remind me. That's the bad thing about spending so much time around dirt: you get mud in places you didn't know mud could go. A pleasure working with you, and I'll certainly see what I can do about that phone number. Good luck out there!" Saluting, Gaian collapsed the makeshift rock umbrella back into floating rock shards and returned them to his platform, taking off back towards the city proper. Nice woman. I wonder if I can't get some grading done while my clothes dry out....

He nodded, and tucked it away in his coat where it'd be dry and safe, and grinned. "Thanks...I'd offer you a card, but I don't really have one." That doesn't have my real name on it.... "Should think about that, apparently. In the meantime...hm." Snapping his fingers, he dug around in his coat for a moment, caming up with a dry bit of blank paper and a pencil; he noted a building and box number at Freedom City University on it. "Here. Not as good as a phone number, but I have a friend who works there and owes me a couple favors. Leave a note and she'll make sure it gets to me, one way or another."

Gaian grinned, mud pulling away from his hand before he met the high-five. "Place needed some sprucing up anyway." He gave the crowd a little salute, chuckling. "Sort of. A little new, but I've been doing my part for a month or two now. The, uh, big wall that kept the Centery Bridge from falling a while ago? That was me. Usually try not to draw that much attention." "I feel like I ought to know you by name, if you can do stuff like...well, like this." He chuckled again, pointing at a nearby tree. "Don't watch the news as much as I should, I guess."

Breathing a little heavily and very glad he started out already sitting, Gaian crossed his fingers, said a tiny prayer, and let his grip on the shored-up earth loosen. A little bit of the new soil shifted here and there - a plant or two swayed as the ground settled - and he could feel some of the deeper support rocks sank a fraction of an inch...but that was it. Sighing in relief, he rubbed the back of his neck and flew back closer to Fleur. "Yeah, it'll hold. Your plants are doing a great job, and most of the foundation'll stick together 'cos I told it to. For the next few weeks, anyway...time enough for it to settle down and deal with the weather." The bottom half of his platform broke off, broke apart, and reassembled into a broad, thin roof of sorts which hung in the air over Fleur's head. Chuckling, he looked around at the small park that used to be real estate. "Better than it used to be, even. You and I did a pretty awesome job, if I may say so myself."

As the reinforcing plants began their work the rest of the cliff started coming together faster - a whirl of stone and soil knitting itself into a unified patchwork. Gaian was reaching out for anything solid he could get his 'hands' on, now - boulders and bits of the original slide were joined by large chunks of rubble - bricks, cinderblocks, chunks of walls; if it was even remotely earthen it flew up to join the rest in rebuilding the damage. As the last floating bits and pieces came together a series of solid rock columns sprouted out of the new landscape, carefully avoiding the growing greenery and spreading roots of their own across the surface like some absurd rocky plant growing upside-down. Their purpose was soon clear: mud and silt flowed in a small creeping wave up out of the bay, looking a great deal like a mudslide played backwards. Never thick enough to cover and suffocate the plants, the wet soil wrapped around the bases of trees, covered roots, and seemed to grab onto the sprouting stone just long enough to give seedlings a welcome home and be better-anchored to the more solid stonework underneath.

For a few more seconds there was only the rain and the soft glow. Then the first few chunks of fallen cliff rose up out out of the bay, pulled up by some unseen force and waiting there like the massive ghosts of the fallen earth. From the smallest rocks to the biggest, remarkably-intact boulders and slabs of solid stone, most hung suspended in the air while the rest began assembling themselves like a massive jigsaw puzzle, gaps and cracks filled by serpent-like streams of mud and debris. Starting practically at Fleur's feet and spreading outward the ground was putting itself back together. Gaian Knight didn't move a muscle, head bowed and legs crossed, tiny bits of stone breaking off his rock and cutting paths in the rain as they made little orbits around him.

This is exactly what happens when civil planners don't pay attention in class. Knight grinned, though it was a little hard to tell behind the cloth over his mouth. "Dunno. One way to find out. Give me a second, here...this is gonna be a lot of stuff to move around." Giving her a quick salute, he flew away a decent distance, about halfway up the cliff. Pulling his goggles back down over his eyes, he put his hands on his knees and floated there like some kind of yogi or shaman, head bowed. The only sign he was doing anything at all was he and his seat glowing softly in the rain, water running off the platform in miniature waterfalls.

He blinked, pulling his goggles up and taking a better look at the grass he'd dismissed as...grass. "....I will never complain about my lawn again. I'm Gaian Knight, 's a pleasure to meet you. And yeah, I can probably...hm." He backed his platform up a bit, trying to get a better look at the cliff face, almost looking right through it. He crossed his arms, frowning. "If your plants have something more solid to grow on, can they help keep this thing together?"

Shield and Force Field, go! Just in case. Dragonfly does not trust holes in the ground. Assuming there's an emergency ladder in the side of the shaft, because shafts usually have them. If there's not, gimme a shout and I'll retcon going down the cables or - heaven help us both - swallowing pride and begging a piggyback off 'clad.

The young woman sighed. "Just thrilled." concealed - underground - resources? secrecy organized - defenses With no visible movement on her part, a couple lights on her gauntlets blinked on and her force field came up around her. Looking down into the shaft and sighing again, she grabbed the spartan 'emergency ladder' and started climbing down. re-re-prioritize wings - spacial disturbance - fixed lattice?

Gaian Knight slumped a little, sitting cross-legged on his rock and eyeing the wound he could almost feel. Oof. You always trust the earth under your feet until it's just not there anymore. Sweeping in towards the waving woman, he chuckled, talking loudly to be heard over the rain. "You're either here for the same reason I am, or you have very interesting fashion sense! Anything important I've missed? Besides, y'know." He waved a hand out towards the muddy scar.

Aaahhh, busywork. It's a wonderful thing. Tarrant sat behind the front desk of his afternoon class, feet propped up on a spare chair while his students sorted through boxes of rocks. With the happy sigh of a professor who doesn't have anything harder to do than supervise, he reached out and flicked on the quiet little radio he kept on his desk. He turned the radio back off, swinging his feet back to the ground and clapping his hands to get the students' attention. "Class dismissed! Sounds like the rain's not letting up - get back to your homes before we flood or something, hm?" Grinning, he strolled off to the door, speaking without turning around. "Oh, and Kyle? That sample belongs back in its box, not your pocket. You know it's fool's gold, right? Don't live up to its name." A few minutes to get to his car, a bit more to change, and he was flying on a slab rock towards the disaster. So glad this coat sheds water.

In the silence after Divine's performance, Dragonfly leaned her bass back up against the wall, working her fingers and looking around from her place off to the side. she's very good - wish I could sing - almost glad I didn't have to play solo - nerve-wracking - not used to this many people being watched being judged - should go back to the food table - but.... She tilted her head at Divine, hesitating. a lot of things I wish I was - beautiful confident self-assured? - had no problems stepping out - encouraged - public flirting - could never - how? Almost unbidden, her hands moved towards her second case, brushing a gauntlet off and pulling out a beautiful old violin. As quietly as she could, back to the wall, she started tuning. friendly people - they had faith in you The tuning slowly worked into a quiet, slow violin piece, starting below the background noise and gaining strength. someone like her had faith in you. don't think. don't analyze. don't model. just do. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath, left her peaceful warm-up behind, and made her violin bow dance.

The thread! She is too quiet! Let's get Mara's performance out of the way and keep the thing going. Perform check! Perform Check (1d20 + 15=26) Hm. Not bad, we can do better! Saving hero points is for chumps, anyway. Perform Reroll, +10 skill bonus, +5 inspired (1d20 + 15=25) 1d20 came up 10, which on a reroll is 20. Invisible Castle continues to lavish gifts upon Dragonfly. 20 + 10 + 5 = 35. 37, actually, with the masterwork violin. Guess she didn't end up needing that Inspire for the core book's chart, but hey. 7 over a masterful DC is better than 2 over, surely.

Dragonfly rolled her eyes a little. "Works well enough for now. Would have to put too many resources into other projects. Have...some plans for a full suit. Will take a long time to perfect. Piece by piece, maybe. Having to split time between building, patrolling, and personal life." She paused, like 'personal life' was a foreign word. "...will get there eventually. Doubt your suit was built in a day." She nodded, looking back at Ironclad's armor. "Can see the problem, yes. Prefer to be more general myself. Possibly specialized suits for very specialized tasks, but otherwise...."