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  1. The situation was going from bad to worse to remember when it was only bad? this he thought is gonna require some thinking letsee. there was another threat, several badly injured civilians and a stampede of panicked concert goers, an invisable girl who despite not having any trouble making herself heard was competing with a din of terror and confusion. It behooved him to solve these problems as quickly as possible and for the self proclaimed calcium queen that ment catch and release. "Ah so we meet in the flesh....relatively speaking anyway...the police are on their way as we speak, if i were you id get running." He began he knew i she wanted to do that she'd have slipped out unnoticed and not appeared but the art of haggling was going for an absurd offer and finding an advantageous middle ground, time was against them both however.
  2. Gonna leap into the air and shockwave downwards to maximize the impact area! DC20 reflex and 25/20 toughness if i hit it.
  3. Perhaps it was the memory of bones but he felt himself wince a bit when Marcus skulll kissed the concrete. "Oof wipe-out....well thats a wrap for you, mike, you're gonna sing the blues from now on cuz you're a jailbird." It didn't take long for him to gather up the various band members and fashion some restraints from rigging his next instinct was to check on pixie, but first he he had to call this in on his smartphone. Still he scanned the crowd for signs of her. "Hey dispatch, its facs again, nother meta incident at the neat beat, ive tied it up but we got injured, lots of broken bones so if you could send a few ambulances too, that'd be great, thanks."
  4. "Well, I'm no genius but he's human, he knows how to hate and be angry and fixate on things...so like that i guess." He smiles as he looks at his hand once more. "What d' you think?" he asked, out loud to noone in particular "feeling up to making a bit of mayhem?"
  5. "I got a better idea, Mikey, how bout i come up there and grind your bones?" he twanged slightly enraged by this...this betrayal of what music was meant to be, a universal language and the best hope for the realization of the universal bonds of brotherhood amonst all life in the universe. "but first imma have to kibosh your bad vibes! Time to test your metal on mine!" with no-one between him and the band on stage and their equipment, he took a deep, deep breath, now made of metal his ribs (dented and bent as they might've been by the grating cacaophany) stretched as his lungs pulled in and pressurized a massive volume of air that was soon let loose with explosive force through thick steel vocal cords in a scream of which intensity that it rippled the air before it as it errupted from behind his glittering teeth in a thunderous shock wave in his attempt to not only catch the band but their sound system to stop whatever their music was doing in its tracks.
  6. toughness save! 1d20+10=21 thats a bruisei think!
  7. "oh sorry pixie, i thought you teleported or shrank or something." he explained earnestly before finding his attention focusing back on the chaos errupting from the mosh pit, he felt his own stomach churning slightly as he looked at the battered and broken mess before him. his hand instinticely reached for the cool, familiar metal of his beltbuckle, it had been a mainstay of his heroic career so far, his journalist sister believed that his heroic alternate identity's sole power was a metalic form transformation he'd used it to such extent so commonly but he wondered if it was the best take for this situation, so he spared a few moments to look at his surroundings for other objects and items that might work better to his favour quickly. Wooden furniture, strobe lights and pyrotechnic launchers along with metal scaffolding and lighting were the things that sprang immediately into his notice but they were largely unsuitable for the situation so he carried on, the air would've been a natural second choice but it thrummed with sound and he worried that it might make maintaining cohesion in a gaseous form more difficult the only other thing that stood out to him was the bands instruments and the various speakers of the sound system, all currently out of reach and perhaps best saved for when he;d figured out what was going on, so with little more time for analysis or contemplation he settled on his standby "time to show you my trick pixie." he said softly certain that everyone else had their attention focused on the chaos occuring in the mosh pit and with the cover of darkness he wouldn't immediately be recognized. feeling the wave of warmth spreading over him as flesh turned to steel once more and with a metallic twang his powerful legs carried him through the air over the swarm of people and onto the stage for a better look at the situation going on below it.
  8. "hmm well im here to get information on where she's being kept before zui sin can turn her to slush and sell her by the fluid ounce." he stated simply "She's an old friend, i was nearby, taking a nap when you folks swooped in, not five minuits away from me you know?" he added with a thin smirk. "But thats trivia really, you wanna make a clean break from Sin? that is an interesting problem but i have some idea of what you have in mind I think" examining the back of his hand breifly before returning to eye contact "you want me to make a lot of heat, enough to keep sin busy whilst you establish yourself to be able to resist his attempts to...bring you back into his fold or eliminate you, Am i close?"
  9. Neat That was his immediate thought anyway after watching vanish disappear seemingly into thin air he did his best to react in a suitable manner "Woah...well, it is freedom city after all i guess, lotta intresting folks call it home." he said with a half hearted laugh "Imma go look for her, check she's ok." he stated "Nice to meet you man, looking forward to your next article" he stated as he back peddled into the crowd "and your next piece, i love the discordance!" he called before turning his back and fully putting his attention towards trying to find pixie, assuming she was still here.
  10. "Bit literally minded huh kid?" dreadnought commented evenly upon seeing the reaction it was honestly a little bit comical to him but now wasn't the time or place to go making comments or the like, not that he had much time or desire too normally. turning his attention back to glamazon "Ah right, sorry praetor, i keep gettin that confused cause of them space guys who call themselves that." he explained, slapping the back of his helmet gently a few times, a loud dull clang ringing out from the impacts. "tell ya what, whats say when ya done me and you get the new guy up to speed on whats going on around these parts? I gotta go make a few more rounds, move some of the heavier shrapnel and sure up some of the barricades myself." turning to the assembled children with a big smile and a friendly wave "See ya at dinner time kiddos!" "you can come with me if you like pinny, or you can hang out here and I'm sure someone will find you something to do." as he began the slow trudge to his various tasks
  11. This conversation had taken a turn for the weird that much was certain but this was freedom city, weirdness was the order of the day every day, even for those who didn't actively partake in it but still he remembered studying a little bit of history here and there and scouring his brain for info he answered as best he could. "Only thing i ever heard about that was they used to use goose wishbones for divination, even the teutonic knights who were pretty down on pagan stuff used em to determin their military campaigns depending on how the winter was gonna be according to how the bone was once it dried out." he answered a bit mystified "that and the whole wishing thing of course." honestly he was a little out of his depth when it came to magic, he'd experienced it here and there of course but as it wasn't his thing (he had low compatibility with the arts too apparently.) he stuck to mostly how to disrupt spell casting as far as his knowledge went, usually it involved not letting em wave their hands around however they liked or punching them in the gut or throat to keep the words from spilling out, though smashing various foci and objects of power was another tactic. "I imagine thats given a lotta mystique to his band, nothing like a hint of danger to get the blood pumping eh?"
  12. "Cool name, Im Alex" he answered as he felt himself being guided through the tide of bodies and noise towards the gathering of people around the man in the wheelchair, listening intently as he could given the distraction filled environment for clues quite taken aback by pixie's spontainious behaviour once again though feeling a little bit charmed by it all the same. he gave the mans question some thought, he'd tried not to listen too too much of their music, he'd wanted most of it to be fresh but he'd made sure it was to his tastes before putting up for the ticket of course. "Well i bought a ticket didn't i?" he joked "but really, i try to reserve judgement till i've heard em play live, unless thats no longer possible in some of the bands i was born too late to catch i guess...i hear that Marcus Skulll and his band have some pretty tight drumming and staccato riffs but really i tend to enjoy the beats myself..the bass is the hidden king of music or so i've heard it said, its the backbone, drums are the heartbeat, guitar the sinews and the vocals are the soul of the song." he mused reactively before snapping back to the earlier statement. "oh uh...we've only just met." he explained with a nervous laugh "Like a minute or two ago, right here....another benefit of live preformances i guess, meeting like minded people." offering his hand out. "M' names alex, and this pixie."