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Zenith glowered, which with as incandescent as she was, it was an impressive expression lost in the midst of what was happening. She gestured upwards at her dome, and the material knitted together, restoring the holes, as she swept her other hand towards Astrid at the pirate there. "I. Am. Not. Done!" Her hand making a fist then, as she formed a prison around the men, of the same material that she had made the dome out of. A crystalline structure and substance that was unread in the geometries, despite it being a done like the one above. Then she turned in a direction that didn't exist, and she was atop of the smaller dome above Astrid and her foes. The pull of her powers growing as she used them, and today's exertion was greater than what she had done in quite sometime. Her laughter, joyous, riotous, uproarious laughter only grew.
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Well... tonal shift. Corinne sighed, and let her eyes close for a moment, before shaking her head, "Jesus Leroy." She shook her head, unlike others, she just refused to accept certain things as being cool because... well that's just where they were from. Leroy was often an accidental ass. Didn't lessen his behavior. She did her little demo of powers and felt no impetus to continue along with things or push forward when Lulu showed off, not having the same dislike, though, most kids here had a hard time hiding their dislike of her. Which, whatever. Genetics where what they were, and more importantly, it was not something she could change. "Sort of, let's step out of the garden then." She moved towards the exit.
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It's Precise, and still Selective in her favor. If you want the Sky Pirates can have a Ref save, DC18 She will also be taking Teleport as a move action to Astrid.
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Dome the pirates that made it through and repair the larger superstructure.
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"Probably not. I mean... ya'll're adorable, but I swear no one at school gets social interaction. And... not just, like, Leroy." She laughed a little bit, and pulled her hand back, feeling she needs to explain herself, but the words were tricky. "I am touchy, like, it's physical reinforcement of what is being said. Like most of the girls know I am not... shy, just, when you have to change around people, or practice in form fitting clothes, and just touch people, well it's not as big of a thing." She shrugged a bit, and looked down, her expression bemused. "But, we still get moments. I guess. I still flirt, just... God, this sounds worse now..." She really, genuinely, wasn't meaning to do that, but she also didn't seem to care that she was doing it with Monica, she didn't jerk away,. More the act than the person. She leaned forward and put her face in her hands as she propped her elbows, groaning into her hands.
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The crooked smile was self-deprecating a bit, "I f***ing glow Monica. Half of our class think I am insane, the other half think I am just a b****. Now..." She raised a hand carefully, to sort of gently bat away the other's response, "... I don't have the same expectations on me, I, I get that. I can't know what that's like, because I am worried what's with me will swallow me up, because I don't know how to control it, and when I tell people that, they tell me 'I'll figure it out,' or some other platitude, or a sneer because I am weak." And she reached out to her slowly, making sure that Monica could pull away, and she rather gently brushed back the other girl's hair, and she whispered softer to her, as her eyes sparkled with a slight bit of manic glee. "And I can always turn them into stone if they piss you off."
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APPROVED
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That does, I'd recommend clarifying this points in the Power Descriptor section. Also the Descriptor isn't TEMS, it is more Terminus. As you can say she is basically siphoning the power from somewhere.
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There seems to be a general confusion that crops up now and then, so I will pull this from 2nd Ed pg 66., SAMPLE DESCRIPTORS • Allegiances: Anarchy, Chaos, Evil, Good, Justice, Law, Liberty, Tyranny • Elements: Air, Earth, Fire, Plant, Water, Weather • Energy: Acid, Chemical, Cold, Cosmic, Darkness, Electricity, Gravity, Heat, Kinetic, Light, Magnetic, Radiation, Sonic, Vibration • Phenomena: Colors, Dimensions, Dreams, Entropy, Ideas, Luck, Memes, Mind, Quantum Forces, Space, Thought, Time • Sources: Alien, Biological, Chi, Divine, Magic, Mystic, Mutant, Preternatural, Psionic, Psychic, Skill, Technology, Training Not counting the House Rules covering frequency. Why do I bring this up ? Because there is no real need to invent "new" descriptors, we do not play a game of oneupsmanship between GM and Players. And because stuff not seen in use has to be ***justified***. As I've stated before in chat, we simply do not see into your mind, we don't know what you intend, what mechanics you create and rationales you establish. This doesn't mean you can't, but this is why there is an approval process. Where you justify what's on the sheet, where you explain it.
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So she is a T-Baby, who's abilities are empowered by people's view of her? How is that reconciled, given the nature of Terminus mutation to be more deleterious? Also can you define Astral Energy? And why that would fit more than Psychic/Psionic?
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She smirked a bit and then leaned back in her chair, her head turning as she looked out the window. "'Cept I am wrong and weak for not 'getting it', and... Nevermind, just nevermind." She slurped up at her coffee through the straw as her eyes searched out the window looking for something. "I'll take body image issues for one thousand, Alex." She laughed a little, but mostly she drew in a sharp breath as she worked to move past the whole thing. This wasn't about it, afterall. "So, y'see, I am far from perfect. I just don't... stress on the mirror and what it shows, too much."
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Sense Motive: 1d20+16 25
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Her expression went wry when Davyd pushed a bit, and then LeRoy. "Leroy, you're being an a$$." She said it simply, as she looked steadily at him, she stopped trying to give him non-verbal chides. "Not everyone is cut out to be, or wants to be a hero. Whether or not you have powers, or skills, means you are ready for it, like mentally or emotionally. PTSD is a thing. Some people just aren't built to rush into the danger. And that is fine. The world doesn't run on heroism. It runs on artists, designers, builders, literally every other role. You, and everyone else here who is a jerk about it might as well decouple from a society built, and maintained by everyone else." She drew in a sharp breath, her nostrils flaring as she looked levelly at him. "But, of course, your Highness, from 'pon such a pedestal as thou inhabits such truths revealed to thine eyes are greater than that which we see, lacking, of course, the divine imperative and mandate that hath revealed greater verities than such is allotted to our own, lesser, and clouded with vicissitudes perceptions." Her response was arch, as she pressed a hand to her chest, as she bowed with practiced grace, dipping lower than most due to her skill at dancing, one led sliding back into an elaborate curtsy. Corinne snapped to standing tall, with immaculate posture and a regal bearing that was like second nature to her. She was easily hateable, easy to see as Miss Perfect B####, and given how she flicked between her normal sort of bohemian to Ice Queen villainess of every high school movie, it might make one wonder.
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Corinne threw up her arms in an 'x' before her as she was blasted by the.. Agent? A##hole, more like it. They were just gonna kill them? Jesus! She staggered back a few steps as her jacket was scorched by the attack, as she also had thrown up her forcefield at the last moment, the power scattering back against the blast and mitigating the attack. Her eyes stared to glow brilliantly as pain fueled anger, which fueled something else.. No, no! I am keeping control, I am able to hold it together! Hissing she gathered one hand, and threw it it towards the agents, a sphere of brilliant light hitting behind them, and making the wall erupt and reach out towards them. Though she had missed them in the effort, making her snarl a little bit in growing frustration, the light bleeding out of her eyes.
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No.
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Corinne will retain control, and use Snare. Snare: 1d20+8 17 Aiming to hit both Agents. Snare 8 (Extras: Area (Burst), Regenerating, Selective; PFs: Accurate 2, Reversible, Variable Descriptor 2) {45/48}
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Tou: 1d20+8 19
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And it was now that Corinne fixed Leroy with a stare, it might be considered withering, or at least annoyed. She shook her head a bit, and frowned. After a moment she looked to Davyd. "Probably as soon as they fit you into classes, and such. Though how effective the training is... well we're all different, so it's hard for someone to teach you how to use your powers. Or impossible. It's not as if they all work the same. Or everyone has the same powers, or none at all." "That said, while i am on my last term here, I know some people in theatre and dance stuff around town, if you want to do that. I am good at stage makeup."
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Corinne frowned, she was expressive, though she was apt to possess a 'resting b#### face. "Kid soldiers. I mean, yeah, greater good, but... that's it. I mean, we're told to set ourselves apart because..." She lifted a hand and gestured vaguely in the air at the world around them, her eyes widen as she just sort of implied their world. "That, that isn't a tenable pace. Especially when they can't teach us how to do things, how to control... it. No one can. Not my parents, or my biological father. It's just become numb to this new world that got opened up to you, accept it, and keep practicing because somehow you can figure it out for yourself..." She stared down at her coffee, her lips pressed shut then, a tight line of worry and frustration and all of it. And she was a scared child in that moment she couldn't hide it, and she hated all the talk of bravery, and what was tantamount to bull####. Even if they didn't see it. Corinne blinked, and lifted a hand to absent dab at her eyes with her ring and middle finger. "I can be confident with my body because I dance, and have danced for, like, a dozen years. I've had to do it in front of strangers, in skin tight clothes, and not covering. If I were to focus on what others thought... well, I'd probably faceplant more." Her lips tugged into a wry smile.
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So before I get to the 'crunch' mathematics. I have to sort of court some elephants I see in the room: How are they heroic? How do they fit in within a group environment? Given the vast scope of the power, and the relationship to Mr. Infamy, why were they given this power? I admit to scrubbing over the fluff/story a bit more as this character is bordering on Promethea territory given several sort of metanarrative implications. And this is the context with which I ask regarding their power. So I am less considering the 'in-universe'/backstory explanation, and more the design conceits/narrative arcs you're aiming for.
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Object Tou: 2#1d20+10 18 16
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pl 10 Omen/Screech (PL10) Exaccus - Gold
TheAbsurdist replied to Exaccus's topic in Archived Characters
So I would recommend having a Mental Transform (Memories) on hand, and perhaps a complication that is explicit in how his Empathy can impede/hinder his whole identity shell game he is running. But those can wait, and I got an approval, unless you want to add those? -
Thinking of doing a thread with Elias/Errant and his 'alma mater' This can be something like a camping trip. Or maybe a meet and greet with some students who have psychic abilities, or interesting [read: traumatic] backstories.
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pl 10 Omen/Screech (PL10) Exaccus - Gold
TheAbsurdist replied to Exaccus's topic in Archived Characters
I am going to recommend elaborating those points in the fluff, as it is a little thread bare for that concept addresses. -
Technically, her name is Zenith.