TheAbsurdist

So maintaining Grapple as free action, and then do an attack with Mindblast. 1d20+5=17

Elias was breathing hard. All the training and preparedness his mother had tried to instill, and while he had kept his head, once it was done, or felt like it was done, the sensation. Slowly he stood up and pulled the hood down lower over his face as moved towards Marcus. He went to the the woman, reaching out and touching the side of her throat to check how strong her pulse was. Remaining in a crouch he start to rummage through her pockets, looking for something. Answers, or just something at all. If he had felt anything objectionable he didn't say anything to Marcus. Reaching out, he placed a hand on the car to steady himself as a wave of dizziness hit him.

Looking between the two women, he made an elaborate gesture of bringing palm to his forehead. "Ah, well, I see my manners have taken a turn. Sorry not properly introducing you two. One moment, I need some champagne, would either of you two like some?" Despite him known to be a prolific drink, truth be told he just nursed one or two drinks during the course of an event, and tended to hold off drinking now, if he could help it, as he never knew what he was going to have to fly off and do heroics, and for him to do that with his judgement impaired... well that would not be pretty.

"Ah, British humor. How I love it." He laughed a little and nodded at her words, his expression wry. Having lived in England he had gotten familiar with that dry sense of humor. "I like flying too, the best thing about all of..." Amir trailed off for a moment, and then he grinned rakishly as he looked at her. "Ms. Stone, would you do me the honors of an evening flight tonight?" Slowly standing after asking that question and extending a hand out to her.

"Hence the name." He frowned a little looking at the basement. "It does look like most neglected fifty year old buildings." It wasn't like he was going to just buy the place willy nilly, he had to play it by the book. So there would be inspections and the like. After looking around a little longer, he glanced to her, ready to say something. "Alright, let's go up from here." He was considering purchasing this place, but it didn't rank any higher than any other place he had seen, though.

Landis smiled a little and shrugged. "I don't a reason to tell you no. So how are you adapting?" Elias, to his credit, didn't roll his eyes. It was the question he got asked the most, the one he starting to actually hate. "Well," the telepathic boy responded curtly, as he started to cut up the mushrooms and put them in a bowl that the teacher provided. And then he started to cut an onion as well, as the teacher watched him. But the boy said nothing, almost in defiance of the expectations of Mr. Landis, who put the wok atop of the firepit he had brought. Pouring oil into it. Elias picked up onions and mushrooms and threw them into the pot and glancing up to him. "I'll go get the rest of the stuff." Mr. Landis walked to the van, where the coolers were, to get more food.

He glanced at her sidelong, and he smiled just a little. "Caveat to that, has to be in my theater room at my place, and we get take out from that little Indian place near your studio." Smiled turned into a sly smirk as he reached under his coat and fished out an envelope and placed it with the others. "Do not worry about the dress. It is an open bar, and trust me, someone always make a social faux pas at these events when open bar are involved, I have been around for more than one tirade that entirely too honest. Worst case scenario you end up on a worst dress list. And I am still wearing tan and pink, at a Christmas party in a nontropical clime, so at least we'll be on it together. And I like your dress. Fireworks are always more interesting than sparklers." Giving a small, though genuine smile. "Come on, let's mingle." As if on cue he noticed someone else standing there. "Megan? Megan Howell, I should have expected you to be here, I am sorry about Yale." Smiling at young lady, keeping his hand near Agnus'.

1d20+25=32

FIXED - FOX Slightly off, due to my mistake in the thread posting them. Seen here: viewtopic.php?f=2&t=6827&start=10#p157274 FIXED - FOX

I am not even gonna both. Because of other grapple he just can't bring any real resistance.

So your action/post.

Elias stopped, standing still for what seemed like forever, and then he looked to Kristin. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but he just closed it, and then closed his eyes. "Body language, closed, challenging." His tone neutral when he narrated that bit. "Nothing I can say will matter. Please don't do this again Kristin." Not that Elias was particularly skilled at hiding his feelings. His voice strained, slightly, the closest to an actual emotion he had expressed thus far. He turned and walked away back towards the door, having no urge to fight, to struggle over this topic.

Amir looked interested, or at least feigned interest in what the man said, and looked every bit the rich twit who saw some bit of shiny tech that he could buy up as a feather in his cap. But then, as Menage well knew by now, that whatever powers he had paled in comparison to him in the social arena. Without even trying he physically steered the man, via the conversation and shifts in his body language to move the man to where he wanted him to be. "So, you make AIs out of people's minds? That sounds impressive..." His face showing he was pondering the idea as he looked off into the horizon, then he frowned and furrowed his brows, and looked back to the man. "It is not like that stuff Doc Otaku does, right? That is bad for PR, and just... icky." Making a face at the last word and the prospect of the slimy and villainous super scientist. Then realization dawned on his face, "Wait... you are making artificial intelligence, right? Not imprinting people's personalities on the other people? I can sell the board on one, but the other... well I would have to probably have to grease some congressional palms, am I right?" And then he laughed uproariously at his own joke and smacked the man between his shoulder blades, showing a bit of his unpowered strength. Looking sheepish as he sees the other man move. "Sorry, been working out a lot recently, mostly my shoulders and back, it really has shown. Do you work out? I find that and exfoliating really, really help when it comes to soothing a troubled mind. Well that or some scotch, eh?" Another laugh, and another loud slap on the man's back. "Mmmm, well to the brass tacks, do you happen to have some sort of demo or something for me to interact me, because I will be honest. I am not a scientist, so I have to see things, not listen to theoretical mumbo jumbo."

GM The sidepanels crumpled like it was speared by a locomotive. The tires blowing out on the vehicle as it skidded sideways as the woman landed the balls of her feet. She had just enough enough time to throw up her shields and protective abilities before the late model Toyota hit her. The impact was more than hard, and it just shattered her efforts to stop it, and plastic wrapped steel frame hit her hard. Glass exploding around her, and the force of the impact flung her back, her powers managing to halt the car. She flopped onto the ground, the back of her head smacking against the asphalt, and knocking her unconscious.

Of course he was suspicious. He was always suspicious. Altruism was not something he had felt in his life. His mother's reason for running from New Freedom and taking him was as much drive by spite and fear as it was for concern about him. But, right now, he had no reason to doubt her, no reason to question her motives. So he gave her the benefit of the doubt. He had taken to wearing gloves, as there had been some scarring in the incident with Subito, and he didn't really like any additional reasons to be stared at. "Alright. My room is in the opposite direction of the gym." She knew that apart from the gym he was in the library, his room, or the meditation garden. He just never stuck to a schedule, and he pushed himself insanely hard. Training not just with her, but with Eve, and Mali, in addition to what he was doing on his own. So continued along with her to the gym. Not entirely certain how to do it, but then he had some recently moments of burning clarity about his abilities.

A smile on his face as he helped Agnus out of the car, doing so easily, and when she was on her feet she greeted him by fixing his tie, which made his eyes light up with mirth. Amir was impeccable as always. He ignored the press and the cameras, which by his presence had escalated to a small circus. Turning he put a hand, gently, on the small of her back, and he lead her away from the car as it's V-12 engine roared to life and pulled away behind them, a great photo op. Then he moved his hand to brush against hers and lightly take a hold of it, giving her a small reassuring squeeze. "Ah, our adoring public." His amused tone no ceasing, though he lifted his free hand and waved to them as he walked with her towards the front door. "I was thinking," leaning to her to murmur softly, just loud enough for her, "I know owe you several normal dates for this, three or four easily." His tone light, and teasing, but he was being somewhat serious, he understood how this wasn't the ideal kind of date, but they were busy. A smile on his face as this was happening and when they made it up to the front door he spoke to the man standing there. "Mr. Amir al-Misri, and guest, Ms. Agnus Stone." And then they waved through, without the list being consulted. Honestly, he knew he was always the list, if he wanted to be. It helped being known, sometimes. Of course Agnus didn't have to go too outrageous as they both were really 'out there,' compared to the other people there, who had stuck to more staid and familiar fashions. "Look a black suit. And another black suit. I should have worn that Santa suit." Glancing to Agnus out of the corner of his eyes, "I think I would owe you are least two romantic comedy movies without a single complaint. More if I embarrass you tonight." Winking to her, he moved with her towards the thick of the crowd, having to the gladhanding.

1d20+10=12 And... She can't shrug off a car like she can an uppercut! Unconscious!

"Informal will just be easier, I think." His smile faded, naturally, not due to anything she said or did. He pushed back the hood of his jacket, and raked his fingers through his hair that was curlier than anything she had seen from his before. Then plunged his hands into both pockets. "Well I am looking for a couple things, though I expected extensive renovations, let us state in the basement. My experiences have taught me you always want to look at the foundation first." He made a face at the memory of a few fiascoes he had with some investments that had flopped spectacularly and the headlines that lambasted him. "I am going to be sending some professional inspectors to go over here if this makes a short list, but the place that most do not people see is going to be where there are the most problems."

GM She tried to roll with the blow, knowing it was coming, and shifting her body as it happened. It connected, but she twisted about, corkscrewing through the air before pulling out a collapsible baton and swinging it at Arcturus with it and missing him widely before she leaped away. Her free hand helping over a car as she maneuvered into a position of openness, having seen what would happen to her, if the bear really got a hold of her. She had no intention of going down like that.

1d20+10=14 She misses. Probably due to that punch.

Elias pushed off the effects of her powers, as his hearing and his eyes couldn't see what the web told him was there, the person he knew was there. So he pushed out, pushing harder against the influence that was there, and he broke it open, and then he showed the process to Arc. Knowing that his compatriot would hate this later, but he didn't read any thoughts, he just tried to impart knowledge. Something. Severing the connection, he started looking around to try and find something he could use to help Marcus, because he knew she was a far more skilled psionic, and things just got interesting.

NanoMan resisting mental grapple!1d20+5=18 Elias struggles back1d20+7=9 Reroll: 1d20+7=14 With the +10 Elias not gets 24. Which sustains the grapple.

As the shadows started to pour around him and coil, he roared, and stretched out. Force pouring off of him shredding the effort to restrain him, and he surged up into the air right at the guy and he just straight decks the man the follow through provided by his ability fly. Asad was mad, and his anger made him start to burn a little, power leaking off of him brightly. His hand moved, after the punch pressing is forearm against the man's upperchest, and the other hand grabbing a handful of his clothes "Listen here you balaclava wearing twit, I am going to show you what happens when little sniveling jackals decided they are big enough to fight a lion. This next part? It is going to hurt. And when I am done you are to apologize to the nice lady. Maybe even praise her sense of national pride."

Response, spending an HP to gain Improved Grab. Doing a full +5 shunt on All Out Attack. 1d20+10=15 Spend another HP to get this sucker! 1d20+10=28 So, DC30 Tou Save And FALCON PAWNCH! + FALCON GRAB! 1d20+25=30 Less Falcon like... but still!

Elias wishes to save versus the conceal effect. 1d20+6=8 Hateful. Spend an HP. 1d20+6=12 So with the +10 for the HP reroll makes it a 22, and Elias breaks the Conceal, and he communicates to Arc to do the same!