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"Good Davyd, I have not the faintest idea how this works. I can swallow food, yes, but that merely drops it into a gravitational anomaly. The best I can tell you is that this junior star has consumed and replaced some of my internal functions, and will do so until maturity forces it from my body. Sometimes it is unpleasant, though hardly unbearable!" Turning blithely from that subject, Leroy followed the face dancer's gaze up into the clouds. "Oh, no harm can come to her, not unless she wants very much to be hurt. Mother had the Blood Eagle do away with accidents ages ago! Well," he paused, stroking his chin, "in Sky habitats such as New Atlantis. If she somehow got beyond the sphere of influence, then we needs must worry. Be at rest, Squadmates, none here wish you any harm or ill." -------------- Again the chrome, glistening mass scattered into the void, and again it flared with a corona of green haze and snapped back whole. Casting an appraising look at Angelik with its one viridian eye, the thing rattled, the colour contracted, and it burst into dozens of whinging, whirling, shimmering spheres! Each hazy ball rocketed in a different direction, one flying past Eira's shoulder only to audibly pancake itself against the miniature Sun. Most of them hurtled through the sky in the general direction of what looked like New Atlantis downtown, a forbidding mass of spires, titanic sculpure and air thick with bodies in flight.
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Parhelion's in.
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Not meant as a pressure thing or nothing Heritage, just wanting to know what people would like to do rather than getting into an IC "I dunno whadda YOU wanna do?" loop. I have fun stuff ready, but don't want to haul people around more than I already have, that's no fun.
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It's programmed to avoid anything that threatens its existence, and to draw on something somewhere if it needs help doing so. Otherwise it might as well be a microwave oven.
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Going to use the Master Plan feat here. 20. A +2 to all skill checks and attack rolls for the encounter, starting when activated.
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Dio craned his neck around to take in the sights, his legs already tensing and wings unfurling as he prepared to leap into flight. "Hey prince, think I could eat all this someday?" With a deep-seated chuckle, the young green dragon seized his and Astrid's mututal charge with his teeth, tossing him lightly onto his back. That and a hop and a swipe of leathery wings, and the two were in the air following the Aesir-blood. "You have been admirably clear so far! We ambush a lone dreki and slay them!" Leroy called above the din of rushing air, squinting to see the volcanic territory steadily inching closer. "Yet there is one thing! will another dreki take vengeance?" "I wouldn't think so." Dio's wings thudded as they beat up and down, carrying the two far above the slowly dwindling canopy. "These are evil creatures of chaos, it might not even be intelligent. Corruptions of the Earth-Binder's children are usually destructive, mindless monsters who eat each other as easily as anything else." Leroy didn't look, or sound, nearly so sure, though he didn't talk for a bit after that, preferring to cling onto the rustling frill of webbed spines running down his friend's neck. In a rare concession to practicality, he wasn't wearing any jewelry, anything flowing and loose, or his hair long.
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Absolutely.
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Yes.
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So initiative is: Justice: Unharmed, 5HP(started with 4, +1 for the various difficults) Max Mars: Unharmed-GM Dimensional Thing: Unharmed-GM
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For various sakes, especially getting anything out of this, what do folks want to do? @Shofet @Heritage @Dr Archeville
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GM He couldn't be sure, but somehow the lumpy thing seemed to have gotten closer to Leon. What had once just been a vaguely humanoid shape with loose mud for legs was a just a little more defined. Something was familiar in the face. A gentle schlorp behind Callie alerted her to another one, standing right behind her. It looked like shaped loam, pulsing and contracting in time with some unknown rhythm. Despite an unseasonable warm spell, a faint chill was seeping through the air. Though the Sun shone down, its light felt pale and cool. And now that they thought about it, the ground under their feet felt slicker and softer than it should, even the concrete of the road outside the school and the gravel in the quad felt mushy and yielding. The mud figures stood and stared.
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GM "Well, can't really blame you for that being the most obvious solution to the problem," Janice said, eyeing the new girl skeptically, "but Leo, if nothing else, I hope you decide not to take stuff from other people for yourself. It happened to you, and you know how cruel it is, how undeserved it was. But I'm not your mom, or your friend or anything," she shrugged, "you'll decide what you decide. If you do choose that, though, I'd hate to have to take you somewhere without any chance to better your life...but I'm rambling, and it's way past when I'm usually asleep. See you around, Leo." Nodding wearily to the boy, Janice walked out the gates, casting a surreptitious look at the license plate of the motorcycle the new girl had ridden in on. "Morning," she offered, before slouching into a car emblazoned with the New Jersey State Patrol shield, and vanishing into the hill of Bayview. Summers had told Leon and Callie that a student would be meeting them to show them around the place and help get them situated, but aside from the two of them, the quad was still and empty. Besides the man-shaped pile of mud standing under an archway, watching them.
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April 7th, 11.46AM, 2020 Claremont Academy, Main Quad "...and this is where I leave you, I guess." Det. Janice Renchy had the tired, bleary look of anyone who worked at night who had to be up in the middle of the day. Rubbing at one eye with the heel of her palm, Leon's voucher squinted around the stately, old-fashioned school square. "Dunno how you're not coming out of here with a load of debt. Anyway, I'm sure you'll do great, Leo. Take care of yourself, you got my number if it can do you any good." Smiling a little, she offered the boy a handshake. She looked hard at Leon's face "You're good here?" Unbeknownst to the unlikely duo, there was another new arrival, just out of sight...and very much out of time.
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"How wonderful to see you, Alice! Your face is marvelous!" Leroy beamed, though he hadn't even looked up from the book, his eyes watering as he torturously decoded one of the passages. The crackle and booming outside had gone largely unnoticed, especially by the elegant boy in silver and green, his robe bouncing with maritime monsters rising from the deep amid wild, psychedelic bends and swirls. His long, previously well-tended head of curls had come into frazzled humps from poring over the inscrutable squabbles and trials that had gone into populating a spit of land a few miles long and fewer wide. "Felix, if our mutual friend Alice requires escort, would you be kind enough to do so? I have these dates and events sorted out, and now I merely need to put them in chronological order and properly affix the cause of one to the effect of the next." Rubbing his aching neck, Leroy stretched and arched backwards over his chair, grimacing at the pop and tug of muscles and bones too-long hunched over. "But please, please do not tarry. We need you more than ever, I cannot keep a one of these names straight, they hop and jumble about worse than frogs!"
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Leroy was busily engaged tying his outer tunic around his left arm, the cloth bundled tight and corded around his knuckles. "To confess, I was taught how to fight with the expectation that I would grow up at least several hundred or thousand metres taller than I have so far." Leroy's mouth quirked in an apologetic, rueful smile. "Good Ben, you and Hero are familiar with each other, what say you spar while Àjàsorò treats with myself? You will be light and nimble enough on your feet to dodge me anyway," he said cheerfully, "and should I make an error, then it will not be disastrous!" With a last tug, the improvised boxing glove snug and secure, the Dragon Prince jumped lightly to his feet. Adopting a tight, low stance with his right arm rigidly upright, palm out towards his partner, the left loose and crooked by his side, Leroy beckoned the Lioness to make the first move.
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"Oh how wonderful," Leroy breathed, his face cupped in his hands as he watched Erik and Talya twirl and feint, strike and dodge with nearly choreographed grace. His golden eyes sparkled at the display, and Ben heard him murmur "This must be what true love looks like" just before Eira made her reappearance and announcement. "Wait. This was not all an elaborate metaphor for outmaneuvering a social opponent, practicing awareness and emotional and mental flexibility through the medium of dance? This is more fighting?" His face clouded instantly, the slender brows contracting and the six claw-mark scars on his cheeks widening just a smidge, something dark oozing from them. "In any case, you are superlatively skilled. The chance to learn anything from you is a rare treasure, Espadas." Getting to his feet, Leroy glanced around at his fellow students. "Are we to pair with each other, or be assigned? If the first, I would like to pick good Kam!" "You look very imposing, Night." he added with a smile at Eira.
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Leroy patted Davyd on the shoulder. "I am sure your next effort will be flawless, good Davyd!" "Hullo, Espadas!" Leroy waved to Talya, "hullo, Mr. Erik," he added with a bright smile at their host, "you keep a very lovely place! I am Leroy Conte." In obedience to their instructions, the boy doffed his black tunic and silver scarf, the latter with some reluctance before folding it gingerly and placing the two swathes on a coatrack. Tapping experimentally with one foot, the starhearted prince wrinkled his nose as the shoe clacked against the floor. "It is just an uglier sound," he complained, sighing in resignation, "this will take some getting used to." Belying his words, Leroy set willingly to the job of loosening up before the lesson proper began, the golden tattoos of monsters dancing and glittering in the light as his muscles tautened and relaxed. "What sort of dancing do you intend us to learn, Espadas?" he asked Talya politely, legs straining in opposite directions as he sat upright, "Thanks to my girlfriend I have some light instruction in ballroom dancing, but very little more than that." "I must say, good Ben," he added to their boxing buddy, "if this place is so familiar, training centres the world over must follow a very common code! Is that the aim, do you suppose Like chain restaurants?"
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"Our actions are just, Praetorian Hazmat whom I am well acquainted with! None but the wicked would have grounds to oppose them, or cause to fear them!" B'Ka declared firmly. Looking up and down the street he added "Anyway there's nobody out this time of night in a sleepy town like this, we're fine." At the question of if he could follow the presumed trail, the self-proclaimed Star Knight hesitated a moment. "Y....yes! No doubt about it, random unaffiliated citizen whom I deeply hope is not a lüré set by my quarry, as that'd be just kinda jonked! Where my own senses may lose the scent in this miniature maze of...ms, my armor, powered by the Star Stone itself, is more than sufficient! However, as we seem to be partners in this quest, Praetorian Hazmat, whom as aforestated is well familiar to me and not a total stranger I am desperate to impress, tell me: how would you track a vehicle such as these? The one we seek is large, heavy, has a four-contact wheel system, uses high-friction gripping material on the wheels and uses a diesel motor, like the ones on our farms. The farms. Where I'm not from." If it was possible to sweat through armor, Star Knight B'Ka would have.
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Next round, Roving Eye now has +10 Defence and +10 Toughness. However, it cannot take any actions save Total Defence.
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The gashed-open shell spilled out crystalline innards, electricity jolting and sizzling across now-opened circuits as it tumbled down. It stopped mid-tumble, red-hot chrome and pale crystal flickering with a minty-green light, lightning stopping mid-strike. There was a flash, and it was whole. Whole, but different. Its once-smooth shell was now studded with projectors, a crude force-field shimmering around the roving eye. Casting a baleful, silent look at Angelik, the robot turned and fled, a wake of rippling magnetism following it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Yep, she's pretty thoroughly gone" Dio remarked, glancing up as their synthetic squadmate launched skyward, "we should probably just go into town, get some drinks and snacks in. I know a great salt place!" Leroy poked his dragon in the belly "I no longer eat, Dio. Insensitive." "Never said the salt was for you."
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GM cw: the languages again The ground shrank rapidly, the Littlesea, the Cyclopean ruins and all the rolling grasslands falling away into a bright dot on the inside of a titanic spaceship. The city that seemed so high above it shrank too, a sudden cacophony of music, smells of cooking, burning fuel and what must have been a nightmare of pets. Soon that was a glimmering sea of light, and the white city that seemed so vast before was shrunk out of sight. The atmosphere was nice. Plenty of clouds, gravity-oriented towards the relative 'down' of the glass shell holding all this artificial yolk. And in the distance, over a continent-sized ocean, a storm rumbled and spat its fury. Right at the centre, as might be expected, they'd placed a tame Sun. It gave off light and heat, a brilliant and warm golden glow. Stable and silent even to Eira's superhuman sensory spectrum. Entirely unlike the real sea of detonating cosmic self-destruction that had made life possible on Earth for so many billions of years. This high up, the world had a distinctly blue haze, and so long as you didn't look at any of the major landmarks you could easily imagine you really were high up in Earth's sky. The keening wind pulling at you with its insistent, soft fingers, the formations and ranks of gaseous water drifting in their lofty splendour... //Hey Eira! The voice_\ ################ //I'm Oré, love your look! Effer_\ ############## //It can get pretty boring around here, huh? //But I have an idea! //I'm testing out some new designs. //Find and defeat them, and I show you where the real action is! //Don't want you stuck with my baby brother and thinking it's all bleached shit! The voice was light and effervescent, soft and cool as the wind off mountains, crisp as sea air. As if from the blue itself, a glossy chrome sphere big as a bear bobbed into being, turned one glowing green eye Eira's way. //Here's one now. No rush, obviously! If this isn't something you can handle, by all means pass it up. //Lots of other people around here! //Bye now!
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The reaction to Davyd's shapeshifting was markedly different than in Freedom City. Spethia and Gideon and the passers-by hadn't been alarmed, but they hadn't looked overly pleased, either. In fact, from the uncomfortable smiles and uncertain body language, it was almost like he had committed a fuax pas. They were lavish with praise, however, and before the party left them they'd agreed he made a much better looking version of either of them than the real deals. When Mia began, Leroy had looked like only his leaning against a shattered arch was preventing his taking flight. When she had done, it looked like the only thing keeping him from sinking into the ground. "Mustafic-Markov, I would not dispute your decisions, yet..." he coughed awkwardly, looking at Dio like he would find answers there, "...your concerns are, I feel, potentially misplaced?" "We don't rate," the dragon said bluntly, his swishing tail carving hemispheres into the sand, "none of us know anything, have anything or can do anything she doesn't have better already. It's why we're sped up, why the guards haven't gotten involved, why we can go anywhere we want. Far as the leadership is concerned, they can just ignore us." "Dio is unkind!" Leroy protested, waving his arms as if to ward off an attack "Obviously, you, Beaumont and Night are fearsome and powerful, yet my mother would never force anyone to do anything!" Coughing as he recollected himself, the boy added, more quietly, "Though I have cause to dread her, none of you do. To set your hearts at ease and assure you of your safety, I will assist in your seeing Amatuken." "Unless, of course, our leader disagrees?" the Dragon Prince of their present dimension bowed to Mia.
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Collapsing bodily out of the van, Leroy stumbled a few steps away from the vehicle before turning and fixing the thing with a look of utter, unquenchable loathing. "You, mechanism, are of the Devil" he said with crisp finality, turning from it as he tossed the silver scarf back around his neck, where it contrasted nicely with the purples and blacks of today's tunic and trousers. As a remarkable first, he wore neat, level black and white dancing shoes. "Thank goodness we have arrived, I had given us up for dead halfway to this dancing dojo!" He nodded in agreement of his schoolmate's assessment "A curious fact I have learned, Pan, is that here the more extravagant covers hide the less impressive contents. This deception is a great art practiced by every people, so no matter where one travels the humdrum boxes will always have more of interest than the gracéful spires or sprawling arcades." He shook his head, curling his long hair into a tight braid thick as one of his muscular arms. "Speaking of grace," he added, glancing curiously around the homely streets of West End, laden with red brick and concrete as the inner city was with glass and steel, "this is the territory of the Interceptors, is it not? Do you suppose we will see them?" A light had come on in his golden eyes "Ever since I heard of him, the chance to see Jack of all Blades, the First Sword of Freedom, thwart evildoing has been a mighty lure!" Keeping up a steady stream of such talk, Leroy ducked inside the dancing dojo.
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Leroy will show up thinking it's dance-battling, and stick around as a good sport.
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Dio started at the sound of barking and turned around, the colossal green reptile twisting its great neck like a spring to observe the new arrivals. One of them, taking a break from sniffing curiously at the shadow cast by Erick, looked up and gave a short, eager bark, thrilled at all the wonderful new sights and smells! At once Dio's eyes turned black as the iris expanded, the frill ridge running down his back standing at full height, and his scales popped out and away from his skin as if on hinges, giving him a spiked, fearsome appearance! Sweeping his great wings overhead, the dragon screeched, tongue jutting from his mouth, lips pulled back far enough to leak black blood, tail lashing up and down in a frenzy! With that, Dio tensed, sprang and flew, a shoutéd spell opening a portal that carried him out of the room in a rush of displaced air! ------------------------------------------------------------------- "You have my word on it, Dee. Thank you once again, for making such a gamble on behalf of a lovelorn fool." A sleeve of black crystal spread up Leroy's arm, which he reached out to delicately stroke her face. Even on the other side, Judy could feel the cool, smooth rock on her hot skin. "I love you as well, and everything that is part of you. Be well, my love." When Bluebird had closed the transmission, the slender boy bowed to them. "You have my thanks as well, loyal and patient intelligence. Is it strange to you, to see us at our follies?" He turned sharply at the distant shriek and flapping of wings, rolling his eyes at the thump of the portal closing. Turning back to the Furion AI he said, smiling, "It seems we must get back to the party. After you, please." Deep in thought, he followed Bluebird back into the pool room. Idly scratching one of the shadow hounds behind the ear as it bounced by.
