Exaccus
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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!
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Facsimile Howling Thunder Oz Missing pets
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"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.
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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.
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"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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heres a initiative for you! 1d20+2=16
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Done by ??? please retire Dreadnought and venomax please
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Oz For thread number three! Facs would also be up for helping bring captain thunder to his senses.
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Done by ??? Requesting the retirement of bastion beetle thanks very much!
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"there are tracks here." oz murmured as he gestured with a gloved hand, briefly illuminating the imprints on the surface with a mild violet mage light "looks like our cockatrice has entered one of the screens...the darkness makes it dangerous enough but with everyone in the room's gaze fixed on a certain point it may stone them all instantly." he huffed as he hauled himself back up to standing position, taking a moment to gently grasp the petrified mouse and putting it in his pocket. "I am primarily a transmuter so i can reverse the process of petrification if it comes to that but as they say, an ounce of prevention is worth a ton of cure....I must confess i am no great strategist so if you have some plan for this i am more than willing to go along with it, tis a most delicate matter."
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whee natural 20 1d20+4=24
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i have no actions to maintain the concealment with btw so its dropped
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"mmm, certainly more plentiful than mirrors and reflective surfaces but i find it has limited angles on situations far to often." Oz huffed as he hastened along behind Blackstaff, his second breakfast still fresh in his stomach was slowing him down...though it was the elevensies that was threatening to make itself heeded most. "It would appear that the venue is having some kind of chicken themed event so our exotic pet has a veritable field of decoys to hide amongst and no shortage of young children to accidentally turn his gaze against..." he gasped "do not let me slow you down i will follow as surely as anything but time is of the essence and prevention is as ever preferable to curing.:
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Doktor'd! Oz feeling lucky! using 3pp to increase Oz's luck from 1 to 4
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Venomax Daddy Issues
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ok! using my arcane reliquary to whip up a quick little ESP! 10pp to spend. ESP 5("magic mirror!"; Magic, Light, Mirrors: Visual senses (5 miles); Flaw: Medium (Reflective surfaces) PFs: Rapid 5 (x100,000 Speed))[10pp] taking 20 on search for 24 looking for cockatrice or signs thereof!
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"I feel like either would be a good bet, all things considered though if i had to pick one i think i would favour the more open enviroment of the emerald palace, lots of places to run around in and things to hide under if i needed too." oz reasoned as he placed his mind in the form of a cockatrice, even as he tightend the fixings on his petrification protection lense. "I am able to open portals with a great degree of finesse if you desire to split up and try both however, or i could attempt to use one of my trinkets....he pondered as he reached into his inside pocket and felt around for a moment "i should have something suitable for short range scrying around here somewhere....magic hand mirror you know, all the rage for busy bodies with nothing better to do than gossip...still quite useful for a situation such as this...not that hard to keep in working order either." he explained as he pulled the elegent handmirror out from his pocket by its marble handle. "lets see what we can see!"
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the pain was astounding, his head was pounding and his limbs ached and shook with the strain they were now under due to the damage he had sustained and the strain of using his powers to explosively over such a short period of time, he was not going to win this fight, but that didn't mean he had to lose it either for now he remained quiet within the safety of his blinding cloud waiting and listening quietly so as not to give his location away to those who needed naught else to find him.
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"indeed my friend indeed!" Oz trumpeted in his ever enthusiastic way as he pocketed his glasses and affixed the goggles to his face. "let us away to the chase whilst the day is young and the tracks are fresh!" clasping his hands together and incanting breifly he then flung a small purple disc of energy that swelled into a portal, through which a relatively clean and quiet back alley lay. "my usual transport point when i visit the yellow brick row." he explained to the two other men. "best i dont get seen teleporting again lest the power seeking cults pester me to join them in their folly again."
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initiative! 1d20+2=5 He may love it when they run but he loves it more when they fight him.
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ic If you meet yourself on the road... [Open]
Exaccus replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in Else Ifs and What Worlds
for his part Oz remained calm and collected, quietly tweaking with his instrument as it parsed the parapsychological waves carried in the voices before them, fortunately for his callibration they had largely stuck to spitting facts at one another and thus it was attuned to the subharmonic frequencies of intentional or knowing lies. "mhmm..." Oz answered dreamily to any who might inquire things of him as he worked, sparing a moment to click his fingers and bring his emerald forcefield to life in the face of seemingly imminent combat. he was after all a prodigiously powerful wizard and he was secure in his ability to largely ignore the tensions for now at least. -
I was gonna hold and listen! want an IC to that effect?
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Oz Missing pets
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"they're generally rather docile if memory recalls, like a farm animal essentially chickens, little bit oppertunistic when they come across a mouse or something similar, i don't think they eat creatures they petrify though if memory serves thats the basilisk's preferance." "magizoology isn't my strongest suit though, i imagine corn or something similar would suffice though, or some manner of grains, our main worry will be if any of the mystic animals from the border woods have been drawn out to hunt it, or if those poachers are still somehow active."
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Oznitiative 1d20+12=22