TheAbsurdist

GM Hell broke loose, as the crowd was running towards the exit. Only to round to seeing the multi-limbed Six-Shooter arranging them to fire a focused blast into the bathroom. This made them scattered even further, and try to go back to the glowing exit sign in the smoke darkened room, filled with the scent of rotten eggs. Hitting Black Mamba, the blast had a cascading shockwave that blew back from the armored hero and out of the door to that bathroom. The trench coat wearing villain turned and ran into the thick smoke that filled with the gallery. "She is down, and someone has her, there are heroes here! Take them out, and get the rich little b****!" Red Death yelled through her mask, as she flicked a selector switch on her gas guns, and sprayed a noxious, and sickeningly smelling cloud ever over the room at a high volume spray.

Ren is Out. Red is going to use an AOE Nauseate. Fort Saves for everyone. Except Mamba and Salvo, or anyone who has an immunity. Six Shooter is gonna do a Focused Blast on him, with increased Knockback. Blast + Knockback: 1d20+10 25 Should hit. Tou DC 20 check.

"I do not like being frozen you big, smelly hairy Germanic FAIRY TALE!" Zenith blazed and raged, her power pouring out in dawn colored light, and she strained against the icy that gripped, "You don't get to hurt them!" Her feet digging against snow, as she pushed harder, trying to reach out, pulling something from nothing. The pillar of marble that appeared plunged right into the open basket, the top of it trailing off into unreality and nothingness as she broke laws of physics like it was nothing. Creating something that was there/not there in simultaneous fashion, her hands curling into clawed shapes as the light ran from her eyes like tears. So she add weight to the thing, and kept adding as the matrix of matter was folding in on itself. Her effort bleeding off with her power, cracking ice around her, and keeping bits of it and the snow suspended in the air.

Create Object 10. So Toughness 10. Applying Selective so that the Krampus can't attack it.

Pushed to her feet, all sunshine and being tall, because that's pretty much an accurate description of her in general. Even when she was being heel to someone. She took her time following after Judy, nodding to those around her, and giving a little wave, to those she hadn't said hello to prior. "Sure thing Judy!" Humming as she moved past them, not giving Ashley any more looks, though happy, at least that Abby had moved to the rest of the people. Not that she expected miraculous Hollywood-esque opening of the wallflower. Though, Corinne hoped it would not be a discussion of relationships, as she had... none? Really? A few casual dates, but she never had a free enough schedule to do so, and generally intimidated the other dancers with her status.

"Most of that was drinks, I come from a land of tacquerias and restaurants with secret menus." She grinned, as she sidled away from the counter, and waited. It wasn't long before the tray was slide over and she moved to pick it up. "Or, she is, and I know." It was a mountain of chips, cheese, guacamole, salsa, meat, beans, and jalepenos with six bottled sodas, and two styrofoam cups filled with the cinnamon flavored rice milk that was horchata. "Besides, we fell out of the sky, might as well go big." She laughed as she carried it over to a table and set it down before smoothly placing the tray on the surface.

Tou: 1d20-1 1 Please go ahead and post White Lion laying out Ren.

Yes, she can identify them more or less by Sound. So they wont count as obscured, and the one she tripped didn't really move so she is still within range. Other villains are not in range so she'd have to move and then it would be a problem as she can't freely see the art work in the middle section of this gallery, given the rest of the people are freaking out man, but they are trying to get to the exists, and have largely abandoned the middle.

Corinne rolled her eyes, her eyebrows moving about like she was conducting a symphony. Though in regards to who was the target of that, in the chaos of this room it was unclear, to be a bit understated, and unable to help herself, she reached out to her side and draped an arm across Abby's shoulders. "Right, so like anyone wanna go skiing on the long Presidents day weekend?" Her lips tugging into a crooked little smile, "Liege are, like, Belgium waffles. Made with those proper cast irons, and pearl sugar." She nodded a little bit, and didn't let her arm linger too longer around her squadmate, pulling it away, and with one hand holding the smoothie she was slurping down, she slapped the other down onto the table. Corinne was a little reticent to use her powers most times, but the call was strong, it was an option on the table that she indulged. The puzzle was finished, so, let's change that. A big grin on her face, as her power exploded out, the puzzle rising, changing and then falling apart onto the table top. "How about the Night Watch?" Eventually she looked to Ashley, and rolled her eyes, mouthing an exasperated 'Not that.' Then looked pointedly at Judy and the orbit the others found themselves locked in around her. Though it slipped to an easy smile like it was nothing when someone else's gaze fell onto her.

Let me know if I need a roll or something for doing the Cork.

Okay, up to you if you want to ad some additional things of 'misfortune' falling onto him from her efforts, like a Critical Failure sort of thing. But as written we're good! APPROVED

Going over everything, the only question I have is regarding a complication: Given Eris' nature, would it be safe to say she might engage in some indirect meddling? Or does that not jive with your view?

Readying Interpose, at this point, just assume it's there.

Initative 29 White Lioness 1 HP 24 Ren Bruised 20 Red Death 14 SixShooter 13 Black Mamba 1 HP 12 Lady Liberty 2HP 11 Salvo 4 HP 8 Ahkona 7 Ms. Thursday 2HP Has Corinne Field Affects: Visual/Olfactory Obscure. Edit: because this has come up: Baddies are PL10 Red and Ren have no Trade Offs. Six has +2 Def, and -2 Tou Back to start, which means White Lion and @Tiff

Go ahead then, and just snatch Corinne out.

Releasing the cable, he stopped the siphon. It was energy. Just energy. Whether it was the solar winds dancing across the exosphere, or those fission chips that as he held that physicist that had fallen from the righteous path, it was the same. When this started after the Gorgon's attack, he was a sponge, now he was a furnace. Those same chips glowed in his skin, pulsing in sync with his heart beat. His power forming ice over his body as he drew in ambient heat around him, those his movements shed off the thin layers of the stuff. He put some distance between him and the cable, moving in proximity to the others, as he murmured into communicator, "Let me get into position, I can take the hit. If they decide gunboat politics then you guys charge." Then, louder, "I am sorry we had to get your attention this way, but listen to her, we want to talk, we'd rather talk."

That's a hit, and there will be a Grapple check. Grapple: 1d20+15 25

I AM STUFFING A CORK IN IT. Specifically, the basket. Trying to cut off the cold, and the elves.

It's not Concealment, it's obscure. The Baddie holding her was tripped before the smoke cloud happened, and wasn't far enough for really lose track. So it's just a DC12 Int check to make sure she knew where they went. Fail that and it's a coin flip for this round.

Corinne sashayed up towards the counter, one hand holding up the big skirts so she could move freely to it, "Largest Carne Asada nachos you have, with everything, with extra jalepeños, and your homemade hot suace." She said, all batting the eyes, and smiles, despite the fact that she very much in her Zenith form and decidedly alien to a degree, what with the glowing eyes, otherworldly voice, her hair, and the scattering light that tended to follow her about, "And... six Jarritos, two tamarind, two piñas, and two lime. And two horchatas." She moved in front of the counter, twisting on the balls of her feet, as she kicked her hips out to a rhythm she was keenly aware. Bopping, and shimmying along. She pulled out the money, and flashed them a grin, "Thank you! And keep the change." The man behind the counter, in his orange polo shirt, and a NY Mets cap accepted the money from her, and the behavior of the glowing girl with a level gaze that could only be described as Freedom City fastfood worker. And that likely he might see even weirder as the night wore on. Though he acknowledged with a small smile the tip she left.

The laughing died down, eventually, and she shook those that tumultuous, iridescent, and incandescent riot of hair, it fell around her shoulders as she was still in her deep violet dress. Her breath coming out in puffs, as the night chilled. Pan could feel the warmth of her due to her hand, and her proximity to him. She did let go, and she leaned towards him, pressing her shoulder against him, laughing still in glee, as her hands rested against her thighs. Eventually she managed to rein in her reaction, and slowly she straightened then. "Mm, now... now nachos." She stepped towards the door to the restaurant, and then and opened in, before her other hand produced a purse from seemingly nowhere. "I like spicy, so if you can't hang, then you can have a separate plate." She flashed a smile at him, as she held the door for him to step on inside.

She offered up the carton of veggie tempura, and the dipping sauce, before she picked up her smoothie and took a sip of the heavenly nectar that was avocado smoothie. After the slurp, she peeled off her leather jacket, and tossed it on the back of the chair she was at. She adjusted the straps over her shoulders of her tops, including a battered AC/DC tank. "It's from a new vegan cart that parks like, 4 blocks away in that parking lot?" She flashed an easy smile to her squadmate, and she fidgeted. Corinne was actually fairly touchy feelie, but she didn't like intruding into people barriers. Not me! Came the intrusive bubbling. So she looked back to Ash, the urge to mess with her strong, but she gave a pointed sweep of her bright blues (stunning some might say they were) toward Judy, Micah, and Leroy. Not that she disliked any of them, but she didn't have enough time in the day to really play at that. Maybe if I made time that might work... No. No.

GM Point to Zenith. Asad Defenders of the Deep 4 posts Zenith Falling Upward 5 Posts Krampus 2 3 Posts

@Cubismo Orange Team Go!

It will the holder is 20. Added it to the initiative.