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Moving into the melee the rock thrower 1d20+6=11 (Feat-less Power attack) not likely I'm guessing. Ill forgo HPing it as i think Ulysses doesn't want to hit them enough to warrant it.
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Ulysses slows for a moment and jogs backwards as passes through the streets "best get inside folks; Don't know what sorta nasty gunk might be airborne now and a quick thrill ain't worth your well-being." he bellows as loudly as he can in the general direction of the congregation and allowing himself a moment to see if people heeded his advice before turning back around and resuming to move at his top speed. scanning the plant on the horizon as he approaches he takes note of the two floating women he found himself somewhat unnerved by the prospect of fighting them for a moment before his mind flew back to a time when he was young; Born a whole two years after suffrage had been granted to women it was still very much the talk of the age, he'd heard of it from his mother and father as close to from the same sheet of music as could be. Noble; strong women had fought and suffered to be treated as equally under the laws prosecution as its protection. He would have to deal with the knot in his chest, swallow his chivalry? chauvinism?,he dared not assume either, To respect the sanctity of these women's choice to be criminals and treat them as such or if they would try to hide behind there own petticoats; the honor of noble people who had come before. he was snapped back to reality by the palpable pricking and intense glow of the red blast as it soared overhead and devestated the concrete behind him with a cacophonous explosion of its impact against the concrete behind him. Well look at me talking all big before a fight i might not even win! With a grunt of exertion he bends forward a little and without putting so much as a toe out of the bee line he had been making sprints up the fences surface and down the other side again; moving with a slight care not to trip on the larger rocks but brazenly crushing the smaller debris hg e moves to stand between the villains and the downed men and in his sternest disappointed grandpa voice calls out to them. "Whats all this then?!" Steam beginning to pour from the cusps of his sleeves as he felt his chest swelling like a boiler fit to burst "you young people got nothing better to do than vandalize property and assault working folk and old people with yer laser-phaser blasts? go back to your schoolhouse before I call yer parents!" he says even as his stance shifts to brace for impact from blows and blasts he doubted even his steely sinew could turn aside. his broad hands firmly clenched into tight fists that pulled his weathered flesh taunt across his knuckles with a quiet pop from his fingers.
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eh might've gotten a bit ahead of myself i think; driven by toothache and fury. I'd like to move to stand between the downed guards and the attackers and if its possible to do so try to talk them down with intimidate first.
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Ulysses had found himself distracted by the electronc display he'd missed on the way out; Though he'd always preferred the clicking of clockwork to the low electric buzz of digital displays this one was far more advanced that the shrill monstrosity that had been on the bedside cabinet and prehaps taken with the exotic and estoric design of the train he lost himself in it for what felt like a few seconds before the train lurched to life rather unexpectedly and he found himself stumbling though a packed isle; Twisting his torso to avoid a fellow passenger as he attempted to regain his footing and composure. Managing to arrive in time to dispense what he'd gleaned from the display and ease his sudden feelings of ineptitude at having been distracted by a gizmo when there was evil afoot; He Gives the recovering Ms. Fields a tip of his hat. "I'm sorry they managed to pull that fast one on me Madam. Man of my age should be wise to such underhandedness." he says as much to himself as anyone "for what its worth I'll do everything in my power to set this right and see those brutes answer for what they've done here." he adds with a huff as only old men and older locomotives can.
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Would you say there's enough wall and movement where there needs to be for me to run up it and kick off it to attack the hovering pair? If not can i manage to catch em with a super breath cone in such a way as to knock them against a none demolished part of the building? Assuming i can just run up and back down the fence rather than have to make a entrance.
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Initiative Roll 1d20+0=8
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Notice check 1d20+6=8
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"Not a problem." Ulysses says with the docility left in the wake of his explosive temper "'Universe is a lot older than any of us boy and everythings been just fine for it so far; regardless of what we may think." he retorts "you talking might've saved lives here and today. one day if you're lucky you'll wake up and be proud of it." he sombrely adds and then without ceremony or much warning he gives the whelp a speedy but heavy smack on the forehead and lets him crumple to the ground. He can't help but wonder whats going on as the young lady in blue takes off back towards the train with the sorcerer in so tremendous a hurry before taking off after them at a fair distance, in case it should prove either was making a discreet exit.
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Notice check 1d20+6=16 Can i yell for people to get back inside in case any Nasty chemicals were made air born clouds of doom?
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Ulysses Felt His temper give as the man remained defiant in his grasp; It was a strange sensation, like a great balloon filled with fire and thunder swelling up and exploding in his chest. It was almost like he was watching from outside himself as he sprung into fast and furious motion. "I'm An Old, Old man son, I don't have the patience or the temper for this anymore!" he thunders Louder than he thought he could, flinging his captive from the headlock and head first into his waiting hand. "You. Will. Tell. Us. EVERYTHING!" his grip tightening around the mans skull ever so slightly "If i have to force you then so be it! lord knows Ill Never sleep soundly again....But you better believe that won't stop me; My health, My happiness...My Very Spiritual Needs are all things I'll throw under the wheels if i must." Moving his hand to hold the side of the cultists head he pulls him in till his forehead meets with his own "Don't make me hurt you; Boy."
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Maintaining the grapple 1d20+26=33 Intimidation 1d20+10=21
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"I go for a nice relaxing holiday in sunny sandy Australia and what happens? A Wizard Hoodie and his lackeys Jump out of the wood works and make like a lynch mob!" Ulysses Huffs indignantly and with that hurtles Headlong forwards as fast as his legs with carry him towards the the remaining foe, pulling alongside the mans horse he makes a short leap wraps his arm around the hooded figures neck and hauls him from the saddle and force him to bend over backwards in a headlock. "You, My boy, Have some explaining to do."
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I'd Like to ZIp over and grab the last remaining Cultist 1d20+8=26 1d20+26=42
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"Thank you, young man" Alexander rumbles as he steps through the threshold and into the building "Ah wonderful! ill have to make my way over there after i get myself better acquainted." Holding out his hand "Go by Ulysses under the cover of cowl; Its a pleasure to meet you." using his free hand to wipe his shoulders clear and stealing a quick glance around the room.
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Alexander had dozed off at the bench, all to eager to regale people who would listen to tales of his old glory days he thought it best to stay where they left him last; twisting to get a better look at the plume of black smoke on the skyline he sighs, a little disappointed he'd not be able to spin his yarn. The best laid plans of mice and men i figure. Moving with the up most speed he is capable of he hurtles headlong towards the sight of the explosion, hastily donning his cowl as he goes; retaining his secret being but an after thought when lives were at risk. trying his hardest not to clip any trees as he rushes through the forrest.
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Alex wakes with a start as words resound within his mind, having not budged an inch from the inertia of the sudden stop; taking but a moment to look around he ducks a little to hide himself fully behind his chair and proceeds to whip his trusty cowl out from his breast coat pocket and don it, casting a hap hazzard glance out of the window as he tied the knot, relying entirely on being "that old guy on the train" and not letting people get a good enough look at his face to identify him. Well, Well if it ain't a lynch mob....I guess some things never change. he rising to his feet and standing at the front of the carriage "ladies and gentlemen, I must ask you to remain inside the train till this matter is cleared up, Please keep your heads down if possible, even if they're sincere about not gunning for bystanders all it takes is bad shot or a desperate distraction. I Must also thank you for not rummaging through my luggage in search of identification." gesturing towards his bag, full of belief in the inherent goodness of humanity "Good day." With that he makes his way at walking pace towards the nearest Door; Searching it for the emergency opening doohickey.
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1d20+0=1
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Alexander found himself, for what may have been the first time, The weight of his years upon his shoulders, for here he felt Safe In his familiarity, Comfortable in his understanding, the gentle thrumming of the floor and the rush of air as soothing as any sounds instruments could make to him he found himself lapsing into dreams of sepia toned memories of yester-decades. All in all a fine engine indeed. with little stretch and a stifled yawn he slumps into his chair and settles down to sleep.
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Alex wasn't sure what had possessed him, but the moment he'd caught that headline about the opening of the rail whilst browsing the newspaper stands he'd been like a man possessed; using what was going to be the start of a Savings account to book a hotel in Brisbane to soak up the last week of his vacation time he'd braved the strange but not unpleasant experience of his first flight and made his way to the Station As fast as humanly plausible for a man of his age. Now with ticket in one hand and a dufflebag of clothes and vacationing supplies in the other he found himself striding down platform along the length of the locomotive; Times had changed for certain, gone was the livery and heavy Iron frameworks of the trains he had once driven across the continents and in its place was a fuselage that evoked the look of the plane he'd Just gotten off of. A strange countenance to be sure...but a beautiful one none the less. Boarding the front-most carriage and picking out the front-most available seat and using its sufficient leg room for both himself and his luggage he sits and withdraws a water bottle from his coats pocket. "Here's to times gone and better times yet to come." he mumbles as he cracks the plastic seal in preparation..
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Alex found himself stood outside freedom hall turning over the thin card he'd found in his pocket one evening after a late night store run took a turn for the interesting. Slightly perturbed but none the less intrigued. With a gesture almost too fast to follow he sweeps his hand u tilts his hat back, pinches the now exposed hem of his handkerchief cowl and pulls it down over his nose and as his other gives the cap a firm tug, pulling it back into place and securing the cowl with its band. Showtime taking a moment to brush the snow that had begun to settle on his shoulders off and straighten up his suit before striding up the path, arms at his side and invitation gripped lightly between the sides of his fore and index fingers. Not quite sure what to expect but eager to find out he gives the large front door a firm rap with his knuckles to announce himself.
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Alex nods solemnly as he listens to the Lad that spoke up. "Aah, Still I'm Sorry it; Its you young'uns who have to pay the price, living down the mistakes of us old codgers." His brow beginning to furrow slightly as this weighty idea sinks in. Well there is no room too deny it now The verdict is clear from the mouth of babes no less. Quickly hiding what he could of his expression behind his interlocked fingers and putting on his cheeriest grandpa voice he swiftly makes to change the subject ."Well don't get into bother on my account." he smiles gently slightly "If you have time later and I'm still around feel free to ask me what you like, Ill answer to the best of my capabilities but it ain't worth a caning....or whatever it is they do now." Squeezing out a laugh he quickly disengages his fingers and gives a swift wave of farewell. "look after yourselves now."
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Alexander decides to remain seated; This age was one filled with fear and paranoia, Simply rising to ones feet could be seen as an aggressive action; proceeding place his elbows on the tabletop and resting his chin on the backs of Interlocked fingers, regarding first the more Enthusiastic young lady with a a slight smile, visable only through the smallest movements of his mustache. Its good to see someone so young with such spirit; I was worried it may have been stamped out by those wars. "Well, My Young friend It was a little before your time but once there was a fairly busy train line in this part of the state; Long since gone silent now More than likely for the best; Might be the cause of some woe for the Eco-whatsit in this park today." with a slight chuckle he adds "I might have had a hand in it myself, was a engineer back then." fixing his gaze on his hat he adds "this old cap is a memento from a friend; gave it me the day I retired; Oh and to answer your question the Rail Works is a place where trains are kept, Built, Repaired and when the time comes Scrapped." Pulling himself out of what he felt was the beginning off a inane babbling spree he shakes his head a little "its a long, Boring story really..." then turning to regard the more reserved of the two he quickly adds "And not at all Young lady; I'm sorry to have interrupted your work with my rambling."
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Ulysses (13) >Reclaiming the land (6) >Grand funk rumblings (5) >Bright Lights And Good Cheer (2)
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Catching a glimpse of figures in motion in the corner of his eye; Alexander quickly snaps out of his ponderous stupor, he takes a moment to look across there faces before calling out, half expecting to be ignored and not quite sure what he was doing. "Well, Hello there; What brings you youngsters to this neck of the woods?" he asks in the process of pulling his bright red neckerchief from his inside pocket and dabbing away any droplets of water that might be upon his mustache from his drink. "Come to see the old rail works?" he ventures as he gets a grip on the rim of his hat, pinching its cap between his left thumb and forefinger and flipping it right side up with a twist of his wrist.
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Alex takes a moment to look around the picnic area as he sits; producing from his coats deep left pocket a small bottle of still water and a conductors cap wrapped around an bag containing chopped apple segments in a seal-able freezer bag, using it as a a bowl of sorts he places his drink within it to keep the wind from wreaking mischief with it. Tipping the wedges out into the hat he caught himself almost tossing the bag aside, managing to lunge after it and grasp a corner as the wind made to whisk it out of his reach. "Whoops....Old habits I guess." he rumbles,talking to no-one or thing in particular as he scrunches the plastic in his hand and stuffs it into his pocket again; A slight twinge of guilt visible on his face as his mind races back to one of the museums exhibits on the environment and his hand in the pollution of this area decades ago. picking out a thicker apple slice he crunches it somberly as he mulls his mixed thoughts and feelings about this place and the times, lost in his own little world.
