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  1. I like this plan and I'm happy to be a part of it. Feel free to do the describing of Micah falling to keep the IC rolling.
  2. Hm. I guess there's still half of an armada left. I just only have the 1 HP, and I was trying to remember if it's "cheaper" to just get KO'ed and then "recover" than to reroll and just *hope* you make it high enough you're not still disabled. I'll do the reroll tonight.
  3. The other Raven, the "true" Raven, went extremely still when Sable Raven gave his name, and his origin. Whoever this was, they seemed to have more bodily control than even Duncan possessed at his best. When he moved, it was rapid and smooth, as befit a predator of the night. Which both of them were. This world's Raven stopped less than three feet away from Duncan. Only then did the glowing lenses over his eyes retract, showing intense grey eyes. They searched Duncan's face, weighed and measured him. Finally, the Raven spoke. "Much younger. Not a plot by anyone besides Dr. Sin, they don't know the connection. Alternate universe? Suit doesn't fit timeline." His words were choppy, as if each sentence was ended with the slice of a sword. His hands flexed several times, creaking his kevlar-composite gauntlets. "You haven't killed, but you've come close. You're using our name, my name. You need to control yourself. And...how? What happened, that drove you here?" Something in the Raven's voice suggested he had suspicions of the answer, especially as for a split-second, his gaze flicked to the Doomforge. But it was clear he wanted the words to come from Sable Raven.
  4. Alek assessed the situation in moments. Then, he made a decision. He turned to one of the women in the room who'd kept her composure best, and pointed at her. "You. Call 911. Tell them what's happened. Stay on the line with them, tell them you're doing so so that they can tell you when officers are at the door to this room. Do not unbar the door until they tell you officers are here to assist. Not even for my voice. It's going to be okay. I'm going to one of the security rooms to try and call 911 that way as well. Everyone sit tight." Before anyone could protest, Alek was out the door and in the hallway. The lights were mostly on out here, but the gunmen were distracted. He had a few moments. Time enough for this task, at least. He glanced at his phone again, to ensure there were no active cameras in the hall, before moving away and down to a storeroom. The back wall seemed solid, until he tapped random spots in a precise order with particular force. Then, the wall split, revealed as a doorway. He quickly stepped inside and closed the doors behind him. Inside, it was a short passageway to a narrow elevator, practically caked in dust. The drop down took seconds, and was not a much larger room. But the vacuum-sealed "delivery tube", which they'd confirmed functioned before they came today, held a capsule with his suit in it. Less than a minute later, a door somewhere else opened, and the Raven stalked the steadily-darkening halls of the office building.
  5. Raven went even more still than normal for several moments when the newcomer showed up. His breathing slowed, and he kept his body still in such a way that it ought not to twitch, but he should avoid the worst of the cramps later. That was a trick Ashley had taught him; Callie and Duncan seemed content to suffer until they could soak in a tub, but he preferred not feeling like a lump of frozen taffy at the end of the night. As he watched, the figure, who definitely reminded Alek of the Raven, seemed to focus their attention on the surrounding streets. The true Raven considered the situation for a few moments, then reached to his belt. He withdrew a pair of what seemed to be flat shoe soles, which were quickly added to his boots. The devices adhered and expanded a bit; after they were secure, his feet made virtually no sound even to his own ears. A similar set of devices went on his hands, reducing the sound as he gripped and climbed. Then he moved to the edge of the roof, spread his cape out, and pushed off into the air. Gliding itself was near-silent, especially in the noise of a city. And thanks to his foot soles and the palms of his gloves, he could cushion his landing with no real sound. He was a few yards behind the Edgy Raven (as Charlie had taken to calling him), and he began to draw nearer. Finally, when he was about ten feet away, he stopped and drew himself up, standing there with his cape cloaking his body, ready to fight if needed. He took a moment to calm his heart and center his mind before he spoke. "Who are you. And why do you think you can wear that cowl." The words were as much accusation as they were question.
  6. Raven would probably have leaned further into the 'bad cop' routine, but this girl seemed frightened. "You're scared of the Ushers. I understand that. But they are not all-powerful or unstoppable. We deal with 'weird' and 'scary' all the time. Let us worry about taking them on." He stood there, nearly as still as a statue, the only movement showing being his mouth and the fluttering of his cape in the slight breeze that was present.
  7. Raven III The Shadow of the Doomforge: 2 IC Posts We Ain't Going Down Like This: 2 IC Posts Posts to Judex. Thunderbird Return to Neverworld: Never/Forever: 2 IC Posts Guide Point to Thunderbird.
  8. Freedom City was a place overflowing with heroes. Indeed, the city had a comparative glut of shadowy, secretive heroes who worked in the night and the shadows. Having another one active was not, in and of itself, overly concerning. However, one who seemed to be operating only a couple of levels of lethality below the Silencer, and doing so wearing his own motif, was of distinct concern to the Raven. So that was how he found himself crouched on a rooftop, casting his gaze around the nearby streets, alleys, and rooftops. Whoever this was, they could move quickly, but didn't seem to have true super-speed, and didn't seem to favor flying over-much. He was concerned about this case. The sheer...brutality...on display meant that he'd made it clear to Charlie and Callie that they were not to come near the investigation unless he called them. Alek was normally more laid-back than a lot of hero mentors; his apprentices were well-motivated, and beyond a few half-joking "punishments", he didn't have to do anything remotely like discipline that often. Which meant they took him seriously when he said "no". So here he was. Alone, with no backup. It felt...probably more familiar than it ought to.
  9. Aleksander had mostly stayed an observer as the Vice-President and the Patriot-Elect seemed to rehash a half-dozen arguments. When there was a lull in them, and Revere mentioned being "ready for anything, he spoke up gently. "We can keep going over the options but we've got a couple of models that allow should do that. Definitely special-forces material, yeah?" When Ashley spoke the code, he didn't give a hint as to knowing something was going on. He instead gave the air of a man who was surprised and uncertain. "Really? I suppose it's as good of a time as any for a break. Hm, Mister Pratten, Miss Sen, let's go. Hopefully this will be quick. Agent Tran, please lead the way. I feel like I could get lost in this place!"
  10. Alek showed no sign of minding the grip or the handshake. It was perhaps for the best no on there was a telepath, though. 'Pathetic. You're the best they could find?' he thought deep inside his own mind. He was nothing but smiles on the outside, though. "It's always an honor to meet those who step up and serve our nation, whether it's as Vice-President, a member of the Secret Service, a military member, or anyone else who serves in any capacity." Alek gestured around the room as he spoke. He didn't glance at where Revere clapped him on the shoulder. However, he barely moved, something that (if she could speak into his ear) Ashley would have told him to avoid. Revere's strength should have made a man Alek's (apparent) size move a fair bit, but the disguised vigilante was feeling spiteful. Instead, he gave Revere a small smile that morphed into a contemplative expression. "Well, I suppose we're in a bit of a situation like that one old Tom Cruise movie, the sports one? Yes. 'Help me, help you.' That's where we're at today, Mister Revere." Without looking, Alek gestured toward Charlie to bring him the briefcase he'd been keeping a close hold on. "Thank you Mister Pratten. Now, while Summers Advanced Design has stepped back from any active research, development, or production of weapons systems, we do still produce defensive gear and various useful pieces of equipment. We're not quite as cutting-edge as Archetech, or frontier-forging as Hallomen Advanced Experts. But we do pride ourselves on offering technology that is both reliable and scalable to demand." He opened the briefcase his intern had brought and drew out a folder, clasping the case shut before handing Revere the documents. "Those are just some preliminary designs, based on some general ideas. What we need to know are a couple of broad ideas. Do you want to prioritize protection, durability, and survivability, along with volume of available gear? Or prioritize agility, speed, and ease of donning and use? We can balance these things, but we don't know the way you like to move like you do. As well, we were not given a clear picture of the intended sorts of missions you'd be undertaking. Search and rescue? Working within American borders to respond to meta-grade threats? Assisting our allies abroad? A bit of everything? That can also influence the optimal mixture of equipment." He glanced at the Vice-President, then back at Revere. "Don't concern yourself with cost, yet. There's just one of you. The scale of this won't make the numbers different enough to matter. What matters is what's going to work best for you."
  11. Current thought is that Alek tells someone to call 911 and keep them on the line, and barricade the door, while he slips away to a security room or some such (trusting that the Big Money folks know jack and squat about the overall layout). Then slips to a place he can grab a costume that pops out like one of those tubes at the bank drive-through. At which point, we've got a fully armed and operational Raven on our hands?
  12. Sweat poured down Thunderbird's face, his neck, and his back. He was moving, but only just; keeping this sort of thing going was terrifically exhausting, and it was taking all he had just to keep the storm going. 'I have no choice. My friends are fighting Hook. They're giving it their all. Facing down that monster. I have to keep this armada away from them. Focused on me!' He grit his teeth and clenched his hands. The whirling waterspouts interspersed with the lightning and thunder and clouds shook, and were suddenly whirling tendrils of sleet and snow. The emerald lightning dimmed for a moment, then surged forth once again. The bolts had a slight bluish-purple tint, as did Micah's wings. The sky shook with wind and thunder as the Thunderbird tore the air with his fury and determination. 'Can't stop! Not now!'
  13. Why shake up a classic? There are still pirate ships flying. This displeases the Thunderbird. Free Action: HP to shake the Fatigue after the attack last round. Full Action: Borealis Burst. So DC 20 Reflex Save. Then a Save vs Toughness (DC 25 full), and Save vs Dazzle (DC 20 full).
  14. "We're doing what we can to have conversations with all of our long-running customers about future directions, Madam Vice-President. Summers Advanced Design, and the Summers family themselves, intend to have something of a...fresh start. This just seemed like an ideal situation to be present for the conversation." He gave a small but genuine smile at the mention of the next generation. "Well, I'd like to think I still have at least a few years left in me...but they're learning well, ma'am. So I agree." When Revere not only moved up to the Vice-President, but took her into a physical embrace and picked her up, Ashley saw Alek tense visibly. Callie and Charlie would notice it, and likely a couple of the Service agents with high experience in hand-to-hand might pick up that Alek was not just an air-headed businessman; the movement had been subtle, but it was there. When Revere set the Vice-President down, Alek took the chance to step forward and offer the big man a smile and a handshake. "Mister Revere, it's an honor to meet you. I'm sure you hear this quite a lot, but I do want to thank you for your service to this country. I'm Aleksander Nakani, I represent Summers Advanced Design. I'm here representing the company per the request of the White House. Apparently there's a thought we might have a useful thing or two to contribute to all of this." Only the "interns" and Ashley knew him well enough to know Alek was being anything less than sincere, and even then it wasn't by much.
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