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  1. Facsimile for his part shrugged silently as he hopped into the hole after starlight, she seemed comfortable taking the lead and whilst he was pretty strong and tough even without absorbing anything he was just shy of being bullet proof. His powers had developed to trade speed for depth and they had never been subtle so for now he opted to wait to see if anything kicked off before making a litteral flash and bang about. Binding the cord of his meteor hammer around his armband tightly gripping the mass of morphic molecules on the end to stiffle any noise its rattling might make he descended into the darkness. Whilst his eyes faltered his mind flared to life, gingerly plucking information from his surroundings as he slowly and steadily paced down the hallway.
  2. having returned to his flesh and blood form upon landing in the warehouse facsimile wasted no time in ignoring the structure for what he saw it to be, a cover operation and thanks to some pointers from archer about where to direct his focus he'd quickly picked up the trail of trace amounts of the blue drug, seems whatever they were transporting it in wasn't entirely sealed, small blessing, quite a stable chemical for what it was if it didn't react with the various atmospheric gasses. "Bit harsh don't you think archer?" he protested with a disarming chuckle. "we just prod fun at each other on occasion is all, i never miss the chance to make a pun, though that one was a bit more risque than i had intended, ment it more as a quick hairdressing appointment ya know? showing up and getting a cut and blowdry. or a show and blow if you will." he explained "keeps me sharp and the bozo's i fight off balance i reckon." "Me and him damn near came to blows when we first met, mostly my fault, I was acting high and mighty because i had a string of success as long as my arm and my wreckin' ball was fresh out the super science oven."
  3. facs guffawed a little, his concentration slipping just enough to bring him out of his focus. "yeah, yeah, I suck real good, too good some would say." witty comebacks would have to wait till his brain was back to its usual self. "definately something up with that warehouse, steel beneath the asphalt, buncha chemicals and take his how you will but something that my brain interprets only as "Blue", not blue coloured, but literally the colour blue ya dig?" he hummed "Not much of a science nerd myself so I couldn't tell you more than the composition of that other gunk, sounds like a secret drug lab basement though. don't think its Max or Zoom." his exposure to max and zoom had been minimal at best, mostly he got called in to do a locker sweep at some highschools where unusual athletic prowess had developed amongst otherwise normal individuals before a power trip lead to them hospitalising their percived enemies, most of the common blends at least he was familiar with. "Could be a more exotic blend i suppose; but i think your new stuff is...or perhaps was being made here, not picking up any people, but hey, i ain't infallible." and with that he was once again wind ready to swirl through the sky and into whatever miniscule gaps there might've been in the warehouse. "time for a bit of blowing and showing after all that sucking!"
  4. Facsimile The Southside sentinels
  5. Facs had of course come as quickly as his obligations allowed, arriving as a whirling mass of silently twisting wind and returning to his human form "Pleasure to meet you, shooting star, I absorb properties from stuff i touch, like a sponge kinda, more reccently been sucking up litteral information, i just suddenly know stuff sometimes if i can pick it out of the flood of data." he summarized briefly before turning his attention to archer's briefing fully "Military stuff huh? at least we're not dealing with space lasers and plasma bolts." he diverted a little bit of his attention from the here and now as he spoke and listened, extending his awareness into the warehouse before him, past the metal, mortar and brick and into the floor plan of the building, his brow furrowed as he strained to filter useful information from the flood of ages, chemical compositions and tidal wave of other information he pulled in. "im giving the warehouse a poke now, might take me a sec to process it all."
  6. It was best, Oz thought not to interfere in this case, Neil could do far more harm if he fled in a panic than he could hope to contain. "Easy does it my friend, he's just like a normal chicken, gotta get him to come in for a cuddle and a few strokes to the back of the neck and he'll fall right asleep." Oz said calmly, animals had a knack for picking up on panic and panicking themselves in empathic fear of phantom worries.
  7. Initiative: 30 Animal cruelty! Oz won't stand for it. Gonna try and turn them goons into scarecrows with winds of change! DC22 reflex and then Fort 22/16 against becoming scarecrows!
  8. Ah again? what were the odds of wandering into another cluster of chaos with a group of exemplars of this dimension he wondered at the astronomical probabilities for a moment. he smiled over his glasses of truesight at the "invisable" girl but delcined to say anything lest he give her away. "no need to be rude young lady." he huffed in annoyance "I didn't know you were a secret fish person, much as you don't know anything about me." he strained to keep his temper in check, it was hard, power in transmutation came from being immutable oneself, the fulcrum from which change could be applied denying his stubbornness and emotions was difficult, he had long since supressed his supression after all. he'd been about to speak up and offer them the traditional chance to surrender as demanded by his tradition...then the cat had been kicked and his already strained temper snapped. rudeness he could abide in small quantities, cruelty to animals, magical or mundane much less so. Green lightning began to crackle from his eyes as his personal wards flared to life with the sonorous hum of resonating thaumatons. Perhaps it would've been best to say something witty or intimidating but he was too old and fat to do so convincingly and much, much to angry to try. Raising his walking stick off the ground a good foot he slammed it into the floor of the place with a sonorous boom that resounded around the shop, rattling the windows and blasting the dust from the shelves as he unleashed his powers with an arcane bellow loosed his magecraft in a wave of shimmering silver light that raced out from him in all directions.
  9. Oz had been too busy drinking greedily from the venti peppermint latte he'd purchased from a most delightful little coffee shop on his way to "The Never-ending Story" he'd heard so much about amongst his particular community that he hadn't seen the others approaching over his fogged up glasses not that the fog would've impeded them had he been looking through them. "ah thank you very much young lady, please excuse me for the bump i had my nose in this most delightful beverage and I...." his words stopped dead as the sounds of struggle reached his ears his grip instantly tightend about his walking stick in preperation, this was a place of mystic power and knowledge and though he was long retired his instincts for arcane combat was not yet completely dulled. "Perhaps you two ladies would prefer to wait outside whilst i go an investigate?" he offered in a hushed voice as he pressed his glasses to his face and scanned the layout of the shop, seeking the source of the disturbance. no need to get any bystanders caught up in this matter after all.
  10. Doktor'd! Buying Oz a little Slice of heaven! ( a HQ!) "The Ranch" Toughness: +15 (2ep) Size: Huge (3ep) Features 5ep Living Space Personel Pool Power System Sealed (Pocket Dimension) Description "The ranch" is a demiplane that Oz created in a long ritual to serve as a home to his less...disguisable pets and an escape from the world for those wood clan cryptids and allies of his that need one a near 1:1 model of the farm he grew up on back in his home dimension it houses numerous whimsical pieces of magical farm equipment and a comfortable manor house. lacking any form of innate defenses it is really little more than a magical vacation home for the old wizard and those he cares to share it with and his numerous pets. guests and resident animals are waited on by unseen servants composed of programmed magical force of various colours and the residences power is supplied by a state of the art Aethernautic Stormcore providing eldritch lightning to the systems. of note is the pool, attached to the freshwater lake that serves as both a relaxation spot and a place for those of a strictly aqueous nature to dwell. entrance requires that one have a specially created invite written in krakens Ink and sealed with the dark purple wax with the signet of Oz, difficult though not impossible to Replicate.
  11. I'll put forth Oz as a fellow story book character Thought it is Jovians first christmas too. I offer either one.
  12. "I admire ya fighting spirit!" facs called out to the kid who had thrown a lightning bolt right into thunder-wolf's face even as he stooped and grasped the tire of a nearby vehicle in his hand, slowly drawing its properties out and over his own flesh. He could of course have gone for silver from one of the coins in his pocket but if the legends and myths were true it would have proven fatal, he sure as hell wasn't going to make himself a involuntary mass murderer "Not as quick at this as i used to be!" he added with a grunt "You're Gonna have to take the lead Miracle girl!"
  13. Ill put Oz forward for Halloweeners
  14. Oz felt his cheeks puff with indignation but he held his peace, there were children present after all and opted to maintain focused on the task at hand finding the errant cockatrice. his frustration only grew when someone else found him first and without the benefit of the goggles to protect them. "Don't be scared, close your eyes! it can't turn you to stone if you don't make eye contact!" he cried out as he made his way to the stage and crouched down with a fistful of treats in his hand. "here chicky chicky chicky...come to oswald..."
  15. Posting now to prevent analysis paralysis Going all in from the get go! (on my turn that is!) Using extraordinary effort to boost my object mimicry by 4 ranks to 16 and using 2 Hp to cancel the exhaustion Rare Earth Magnet Mimicry!
  16. "Very well i shall follow your lead then! too the screen!" and with that he was off walking as briskley as his stubby little legs would allow his burgeoning belly to bounce along in a somewhat dignified manner.
  17. it was short work to handle the various werewolves that attempted to impede him on his path towards the town centre, most of them he assumed were civilians and thus quickly subdued with a whirling blow from his weapon and at a distance, walking down the middle of the road made him in reach of most everything he could help with as he went, blasting aside obstacles and freeing trapped bystanders inbetween werewolf subdual, anyone who looked would assume he was traveling in a none chalant, casual manner his weapon whirling over his head like the rotors of a helicopter. it couldn't be further from the truth however. His ability to absorb information from the space around him was giving him some strange almost garbled input that made his sinuses hurt and his temples pound, there was definately something magical going on. he'd experienced the same sensation numerous times before now so he was familiar with it to a degree and now there was a strange powerful bit of information that brought to mind the tangy buzzing of a 9 volt and the smell of a wet dog. For the most part he just hoped it was some wizards quirky idea for a halloween party gone wrong the rest of him however knew better. rounding the corner to city hall he instantly recognized terrifica, a fellow Auxillary member and a former class mate. "hey Teri, you know who let these dogs out?" he asked as he turned to regard the chaos, but instantly found his eye settling on the large white wolf with the familiar torn outfit, his six sense screaming at him now with sonorous roar of a hydroelectric generator. "I thought he was retired!" facs complained as he dropped into a more serious combat stance. He was gonna need to get his hands on something and quick. Preferably something lightning proof.
  18. "well if things were gonna go down it would be on the night itself i suppose." facs mumbled to himself as he looked down onto werewolf ridden streets below from the rooftop he'd been enjoying the crisp night air from before chaos broke loose. it was just as well the party he'd been attending was on a roof top; it was a quick matter to barricade the entrance (and quietly warp the hand bar into being useless with a subtle application of strength) after that it was just a matter of finding a spot where he could pull his "parlor trick" without getting noticed, a deep breath of fresh air and a subdued flash easily mistaken for one of the many lightning strikes that had kicked up from nowhere and he was a mass of air, barely visable aside from the ripples of his movement Taking on a gaseous form was always a little nerve wracking, it was so easy to loose track of himself and he didn't want to find out what would happen if he became to dispersed before attempting to return to his normal form. slipping through the tiniest crack in his windows frame he made his way directly to the ground below. best not idle in the high winds too long, else ill get blown out to sea he thought to himself as he descended to the roads below with a fwoosh! quickly returning to his normal body before he got a little too acquainted with the results of matter scattering himself across the city. his hands immediately shooting to his trouser pockets and grasping the capsule that was his meteor hammer's travel mode, bringing it out and unfurling it in a single fluid gesture that saw its impossibly advanced mechanisms whiring to life mid air as it unfurled and slotted into place, crashing to the tarmac even as he wound the morphic molecule tether around his arm to more readily control its length. "a real howler of a halloween this turned out to be!"
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