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Warp barreled through a hole in the sky five feet above the ground, just inside the Freedom Hall gate, landing gracefully enough that not coming out ground level wasn't really a problem for her in any case. The whole thing was like a rectactle with windows on all sides, pinched inward toward the top. She was sure that jumping this close to Freedom Hall with her powers was setting off some kind of alarms but hell if she cared. Warp looked from side to side for heroes she could recruit against the little god and, not seeing any, took off at a dead run toward the Hall to find one she could.
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"Hey," Warp said, grinning sly and turning her hand toward the last gargoyle. "I'm a multitasker; I can do both." She wrought her focus and drew power out of her core, whet the appitite of the awful power with thoughts of anger and violence and a wish to break. The void of the end of the world out of her heart to coil around her arm and, shot itself in a jagged line toward the gargoyle. It pierced straight through, withering the construct until it fell apart, its pieces scattering into fading pixels. "How about you?"
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Eve is upstairs in the branson building though. There's no backup for Warp to find!
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Um. What do I do now?
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Kat blew a strand of hair out of her eyes and gave Subito a dubious look. "Unless they're going for the apocolyptic look, I don't think I would be much help. I'm still small. 'Sides, what'd they call me?" She held her hand over her eyes in mimed vigulance. "Look! There in the sky! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's the Tailor!" She lowered her hands and shook her head. "I'll take what I am, thanks." She took a moment to adjust uncomfortably in her seat. "Can you punch ghosts?" Kat said. "It's a lot more fun if you can punch ghosts. They haven't even whispered of bringing that one back, afraid the Silver Scream is haunting it." A shift, a shrug. "We're doing Into the Woods next." She gave him a smile. "I'm playing Red Riding Hood."
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It took Kat about ten seconds to let the portal close and switch back out to her civvies. The Claremont kids nearby didn't spare her a second glance as she made the switch back to her heartbreaker shirt. She thought a moment. "Not sure about should," Kat shrugged. If they were supposed to report back to Claremont every time they brought down the hero hammer on someone then, well, she'd been doing it wrong. "But I can't imagine it would hurt." She held out a hand, redness creeping behind her eyes as Giang's backpack remateralized, hanging in Kat's fingers by a strap. "Maybe we could get an extension! 'I'm sorry we were trying to research our project but then we had to fight armed gunman and we didn't see the swordfish.'"
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Kat did not even dignify Subito's protests with a response, just rolled her eyes and took a seat next to Subito, where she had to scoot over to make room once he crossed his knee. "Nothing recent," she said. "I've got my lines down to pat but there are a bunch who still forget them during the rehearsals. The costume doesn't doesn't fit me, so we've gotta get it refit to my measurements . . . It's early in the process, and it's a new play." She shrugged. "It's always a mess getting it started. But we'll get our stuff together by the first dress rehearsal, or the director will blow his top." Kat smiled at the image in her mind and shook her head.
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Warp leapt backwards out of instinct, sprung off her hand and skidded back, the waves of Nephilim's madness lapping so lightly on her mind it gave the girl nothing more than a shudder. She bit down on her lip, harder, her eyes shining with uncertainty, one hand hovering as she considered throwing Glow's advice to the wind and fighting. Instead she thought of Freedom Hall, turned and cut reality open with the blade of her hand, leaving a red rip that hurt the eyes to look at. "I'll be back," she said, and there was fear in her voice. "Don't die." She pleaded, vaulting through the hole in the air. It wavered in the air for a moment before reality knitted itself back together.
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Warp's save: 9 I think I'll just . . . Yeah. Save my last hero point for a rainy day.
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"Thought so." Warp scowled down at the kidnappers as though expecting the answers to crawl out of their ears to appease her. It was times like this shewished she'd happened on an instance for pulling secrets out of unwilling heads rather than peeling the world apart. It would have been useless to tell them to find her when they did get the secret. She needed a signal or something. It was getting pretty typical to stay after and leave the police a report of what'd gone on, but that didn't help Warp find it more interesting. When the officer suggested they get gone Warp's expression split open into a wide grin. "Good plan," she said. Warp thought of Claremont, waved her hand and the portal ripped reality down a seam.
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Warp's eyes had already started dulling as the cardigan started talking. She quickly concluded that he would be a borning history teacher and that the Prince would make an interesting one. But his last furitive admission got Warp's attention. The name Dr. Ford meant nothing too her, but it was the second time since an imposter started punching a mummy that she'd heard that name. "Hang on a second," Warp said, holding up her hands. "Back up a little bit. Dr. Ford? Who is that? And what did rags here do to them?"
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Warp sensed Jay's hesitation and winced away, turning sideways and nervously rubbing her own elbow behind her back. Turnabout was fair play, she guessed. Though on the other hand, it didn't seem like Blue Jay was as comfortable around Terminus mutants as she pretended. She forced herself to push past it for a little while, think about the money and the red-handed villain in front of her. "I can't imagine he did it for the hell of it," she said. "It could be that he just wanted to stop whatever it was Mern . . ." She frowned, tasted the word in her mout a few times and found it too strange. ". . . The Prince was doing, or just smear the Golden Glove." She shrugged. "Or both. What scrolls was mummy translating anyway?"
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Warp turned and saw the water spilled out onto the floor, a guilty look flashing across her face. "Yeah," she said, hurriedly. "A submarine." She cut support to the thing and it mended shut behind them, no longer trying to empty the bay into the roof of the museum. "We didn't get the leader," Warp restated, catching Tsunami's eye, "but we got the rest." She held out her hands and bloated darkness fell from their tips, solidifying into witless bodies dressed in wetsuits. "It sounded like someone was paying them to get the Deep Ones. Any clue who these guys are?" She gave the pile of bodies a look and crossed her arms, expression souring. "And who might've hired them?"
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Kat snorted, shook her head in quiet disbelief and slipped her hands into her pockets as Subito drew her into another of his chaste hugs, allowing herself a glance up and a smile as he did. "Really? Did the 'I know, I know body language, I'm cool with it' not tip you off?" Kat raised an eyebrow and put a hand on her waist. "I knew she knew because of you. You were her messanger boy." Warp stepped away as she saw the bus round the corner and straightened her coat, huddling a little deeper into into its warmth. "Sneak-out-things?" Kat rolled her eyes, but she was smiling as she did. "I'd be up for it, as long as you promise not to do anything too embarrassing."
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Reflex: 25. Warp does not need to make a Will save, because she has Evasion 2. She gets off scott free.
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Again, as the power leapt from her fingertips Warp felt loss; whatever spark that had ignited her powers gone or lost. Last time she had happened across that power, a tiny God had swatted it aside like a toy. Warp was not prepared for what would happen when it hit dead on. As the exilitation of serving as her power's vessel faded, she had enough presence of mind to be disturbed by what was happening. For an awful moment she thought she might have gone too far. Warp knelt down by the villian and pressed a finger to his neck, felt the steady beat of a pulse. She wiped her forehead and breathed out. "He's fine." She said, to anyone who might be listening. "Fine." She stood up, made a show of brushing off her vest. "It's what I do to space to go from place to place. Just, burn a little of it away so I can slip through. If I give a nice big charge, I can do it to things too. Packs a whallop. It's just . . ." Warp bit her lip. "Usually not that potent."
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Warp gave her gathering audience a wave and a cheerful smile. Velocity had said that it took her a long time to get the trust of the police, and Warp was seeing that; but they were already treating her better. Walsh's endorsement on air had given her one helluva head start. She set the net down gently on the floor and stepped away, still wary of their needle-teeth. "Yeah," she said, putting both hands on her waist and watching Tsunami slowly lower the rest to the ground. "I think we got them out okay." "There's a submarine in the river the bad guys used to get close, by the way." Warp pointed her thumb lazily toward the hole in the wall. "We kinda sorta sank it so it's not going anywhere, but still. Figured someone oughta know."
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Warp's eyes jerked at the voice in her ear. Still not used to that, and followed the arrow's path and found Blue Jay at the top of a stairway. Warp tipped an imaginary hat to her and twirled back to face the imitator and held out an open hand, something crawling and dark hissing over her arm. "Before you go do that," she said, "I've got a little demonstration." Mostly, Kat had control over her power. Like she was shoveling coal into a train to keep it running. Except, sometimes, like now, there was dynamite mixed in. Warp's eyes flared in glorious red warning as her blazed with awful crimson, like the hungry sky Tona remembered from her home in the Terminus. It flowed out of her hand, fell the wannabee Golden Glove like a thing left starving and ate.
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Warp is going to point a disintegrate in his face and take advantage of the loss of defense from the pin. +/- 5 Power Attack, close range. 27. Well. That looks good. Spending an HP to add improved crit for long enough to get a bonus.
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Warp swayed in place, blinking, shaking off a profound sense of loss. The red stuttered out of her eyes. Whatever concentrated entropy she'd plumbed in her soul had slipped through her fingers, leaving what Warp could still feel pulsing through her body feeble by comparison. And the bastard was still standing, cocky as ever. Warp knew with dead certainty that if she had taken the power that she had thrown at Nephilim, there would have been nothing left. Warp's eyes went wide as she backpedaled away from the god. His words shook her more than they ought to. Again she saw dead heroes strewn out on a stage, covered in arrows. Only each had Kristin's face. "W . . ." She shook her head and turned toward Kristin. "Who?!" She held up her palms. "Get who?"
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Warp is gonna freak out a little bit this turn because she doesn't know where to go and Nephi hit a sore spot.
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That was more or less the answer Kat had expected. She had expected it to feel worse, though. First time she'd asked a boy and he'd turned her down, it'd been like a kick in the teeth. She had expected this to be about the same, but it wasn't. Mostly, she just felt relieved. "S'alright." Kat said, feeling calm despite her shaking knees. "I'm not expecting anything like that. Just wanted to clear the air. Just felt like a sneak, not saying it. Did you really not notice?" Kat turned toward him, raising an eyebrow. "I thought Cerys would've told you, at least."
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Warp uses a martial arts strike: 28 That's a 22DC toughness save. She then uses her move action to taunt, at a -6 modifier I think, because she already used bluff on him this scene. I'll roll instead of use skill mastery, since twenty is getting a little too low of a result for my taste . . . 11. Oh my God.
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Warp slipped to the side as the imposter zipped forward to hit her, pitching her body down, under his hand as it flew uselessly over her head. Warp slammed her palm into his side in the same motion on her way out; she wasn't strong but her hands knew how to hurt. But he held strong against her regardless. Warp spun around and bounced on her toes behind him. "You know, I thought people'd have more class than to impersonate heroes already." She raised an eyebrow. "Tell me; is the Golden Glove as much a lech as you are, or are you just a crap actor?"
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Warp stared at the collection for a moment before shrugging accepance. She let her portal fall to pieces and knelt down in the water and laid her hands on the pile of bodies, sucking them all away to squat a while in her little private world. She did not know what it looked like in there, and when someone had offered to go look they had come back white-faced and stammering. Hopefully the henchmen wouldn't wake up inside it. Now the water was nearly at her hip, and a very primal part of her that did not remember teleporting was screaming panic. With an unsteady breath she ripped open a portal the Deep One exhibit again, though this time to keep it above the water she had to put it so high stepping through would be awkward. She looked back over her shoulder as she was halfway into the rip, blinking for better visibility through the emergency lights. "See you on the other side," Warp said, and vanished into the void.