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  1. Sam's first instinct is to tell Tona she worries too much. Then, there's a scream. Well, there goes that theory. She rolls out of... er... okay, she gets snagged in the hammock, and then she... GAH! Stupid thing... She eventually escapes the grasp of the vile contraption. "Going ghost," she announces as she works her magic, willing herself unnoticed by those around, Tona excepted. When Tona stops, Sam slips ahead, getting a closer vantage for when things go down. If things go down. Fingers are still crossed for something a bit calmer.
  2. Domo. And... post. In which one brave piece of footwear makes the ultimate sacrifice.
  3. Wayward continues ducking and weaving around the statue, probing it with jabs for an opening, a vulnerability. "Got any of that meat loaf?" she calls out to the hellspawned biker. "I could throw it at 'im!" As the creature begins to warp and shift, the star sees her chance. She side-steps past a staggering blow and props her staff in front of the thing's ankle as her leg whirls through the air for a kick from the side to take this behemoth down. The kick instead goes clean through the statue, opening up a hole in its side, releasing scalding gas and covering her boot with molten metal. "God dam- What the Hell is that?" she proclaims as she hops back, freaked out by the new, sudden, oozing fiery death that just got spilled all over her brand new boots. Well, not wearing those again.
  4. Sam bristles at Gretchen's accusation, but bites her tongue. This is not the time for that kind of argument. And it wouldn't end well for her anyways. Instead, she backs off. Even as Lynn gets even pushier than she was and backs Tona into a corner so hard it's painful to watch. But... Tona takes up the microphone and tries. And that counts for something, but the fact that she obviously isn't having fun just ruins it. She shakes the a sip of the smoothie in her hands... "Mm!" Wow. That's good. When Tona's done, Sam claps politely, going to her girlfriend's side to give her a peck on the cheek. "That was very brave." She takes another sip, "And thanks for the drink. I've never had plums in a smoothie before; it's good.
  5. Holding out for a toughness roll before posting,since it colors my post.
  6. Attack, with power attack. I Hit It With A Stick, -2 for power attack: 1d20+10 13 Well. That sucks. Assuming that fails. Reroll via HP. I Hit It With A Stick, -2 for power attack: 1d20+10 28 There we go. DC25 toughness v damage.
  7. In space, the Elite watches as the remaining fighters pass her by, but there's nothing for that now. Time for soft targets to hobble a space ship. That's always a wise endeavor. The enemy ship opens with a flurry of laser fire, trying to herd their target, but she doesn't fall for it. Her shields can take a couple glancing blows, so she charges right through, trading a hit to close the distance as she sets foot on the hull. She plays a few buttons on her blade almost as if it were a piano, than flips her blade upside-down, directing it to the ship as a plasma cutter bursts out, gouging metal. But hull ruptures are not her goal. Just a happy accident as she dashes for the nearest set of maneuvering thrusters, aiming to cripple them in a single thrust.
  8. Toughness: 1d20+10 29, pass. I hit the space ship with my sword! Attack; Sword of the Master, +/-2 Power Attack, Master Plan +3: 1d20+9 26 Darn. One off of a crit. But I'm pretty sure that's gonna hit the giant space ship. DC29 Toughness v Damage.
  9. Sam hums contentedly, curled up in Tona's arm, head resting on her shoulder, just happy they can spend time relaxing together after things have been awkward for so long. A lazy afternoon watching a movie is just the thing, and after Tona's Halloween costume, showing her what she was dressed as seems in order. With the most authentic and informative movie featuring the hero she knows. Though after about the first half-hour, she's stopped trying to explain the jokes, instead taking them as half-serious discussions, content to just be amused at Tona being... unwittingly silly. "Why would they stop the competition? It's a matter of honor. Besides, they're competing for face. Prince John thinks he'll win, and it'll make Robin look like he's not all he's cracked up to be. Robin thinks he'll win, and it'll make him look like a hero. If Prince John calls off the competition, he looks like a coward. If Robin demands the competition gets called off, he looks like the coward. So..." she makes a noncommittal sound. "The show must go on. And there kind of is rule of law? I mean, while King Richard is gone, Prince John's word is the law. Plus he has the military and he treats him alright, so even if he's a jerk to the peasants, they're too afraid to do anything. At least, without a charming, heroic hero with a British accent." Then, something strange happens and Sam lifts her head, as if listening for something. A magic disturbance... though given the landlady, that's not so surprising. Probably nothing major. "I think your boss is making new bookshelves or something."
  10. I don't think there's a critical grapple. But that's still probably an unbeatable grapple check.
  11. Ah. We all have cancer now. Got it.
  12. "Oh! Oh!" Wayward calls out as her abductor enters the car. "He's getting in a limo." She listens in, groaning as he starts feeling her body up. Somehow, she's thankful she doesn't actually speak French. She sang it once for an album she debuted in Paris, but the lyrics had to be explained to her. A pain in the butt, but it was good art and sold well over there, so it was worth it. "Ugh. I don't think he's touched a woman since the French Revolution. Really hoping to get rid of him before he gets some alone time. But the party's back on. He's going to... Honeylegs?" Why does he have to show my face around there? "I think he's gonna try and recruit minions there or something, too. Not sure if that's gonna be off of more black magic or off my good name." What she'd like to do is run right over there and go fix things, but right now, she's reduced to a glorified weather girl.
  13. What's she sending a shockwave through? O.o
  14. "Thank you, thank you!" Sam bows when her song's up, both to the group and to Gretchen, then clears the stage. "Voltaire has a lot of fun spooky stuff. Great for Halloween," she chats with Gretchen as she makes way for the next victim. "Y'know, I've never had a backup dancer before. That was fun!" She makes her way back to Tona's side as the queen herself takes the stage, ohing and ahing at all the appropriate dramatic cape sweeps, bursting into applause at the big finale, "Bravo! Bravo!" But that leaves the question of who's next. And Sam's already made up her mind on that question. She slips her hand into Tona's and looks to her with that innocent smile she's learned so well to fake, and that Tona's learned so well to spot, "I hope I didn't miss your song, Tona," she beams.
  15. Sam would be willing to tag along.
  16. 100', not 10'. And I'll leave whether or not the plan kicks in now up to my partner in space combat.
  17. Elite flies out to meet the enemy, then uses Sword of the Conqueror. A 10' Damage 10 cone. DC20 reflex for half. DC25 Toughness v Damage (DC20 on a successful Reflex save).
  18. Tatiana takes the Sword of the Elite from her back. Just a hilt, when deenergized, larger than any ordinary sword's, but no more difficult to swing by virtue of a weightless blade. With a thought, a golden energy field surrounds her and she sets to hovering, now sustained by an internal life support system. "Remember," she tells the pilot, "Once the enemy breaks the perimeter, signal us with the landing lights, but stay out of the fight. The goal is for the Devotion to ride the Either Ore as soon as their FTL drive is available, so have the calculations for the jump ready. The ship is yours." Perhaps a bit more authoritarian than called for now that she isn't a general, but certain allowances are made for battle manners. The plan settled, she makes her way out the nearest airlock and poises herself for an ambush. As soon as the landing lights come on, she takes off. The fighters come first. They should be easiest to take down. A little positioning, and... She hits a switch on her blade and it begins to hum, sound lost in space, but the Elite hears it just fine, vibration running through the air in her environment field, and through her body. When the charge is ready, she swings, an eruption of golden energy that once leveled entire platoons bursts forth, consuming the enemy. She can't close enough to do anything precise, so for an opening shot, pure destructive force is the order of the day.
  19. Of course, one does not go on a camping trip expecting the scarcely contained nuclear warhead of psychic potential to trip out on some random mushroom he found lying around.
  20. Sam tries to join Tona in things she enjoys, so she'd be all for going camping, even if it's not her favorite thing. And if you want Sam in on rescuing Errant, she's there.
  21. Hm? Is Maelstrom being retired?
  22. "The beautiful and talented rock star," Wayward the Microphone calls out in answer, "Is right here. And not in any shape to scurry off anywhere." Suddenly, her mind gets stuck in a loop as she tries to do any number of little gestures to emphasize her point, from flicking her hair to a distant gaze while standing in profile, only to have a frustrating lack of any sort of response, even though she feels her body running off on its own. Fortunately, it's easy to mask one's frustrations when one has no facial features. "The crazy wizard who stole my body and left me trapped in an inanimate object, however? He's on the run. But I've jacked back into my body's senses; I can track him no problem. I think if we knock him out in my body then I touch him as this mike, we can swap back. Plan was to let his victory wine do the hard part for us, but punching works, too, if you're willing to lend a hand. I'm gonna need plenty of aspirin tomorrow either way."
  23. Initiative: 1d20+4 17 Also, heading for an airlock to engage in space.
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