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1d20+11=31 Aahh what a waste.
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finding a nice bench looking over the park, Alexander had barely managed to get his meal into his mouth when anon, the forest, she began to move, roots as old as time and as thick as mens arms churning up the soil that held them. It was almost an instinct for him to look to the stage, because if someone was going to do something it was probably going to be theatrically, A bit of a squint at the stage let him see the source of the commotion, someone had one of the background dancers by their arms and was yelling indignantly about something <Ahhh its going to be one of those holidays.> He laments to himself as he sets his polystyrene plate down virtually untouched and made for the stage at full steam.
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"I'll drink to that." Alexander responds simply with a slight tip of the wine glass before another light draw on the well nursed drink "though i must ask, how much about my predicament do you know?" setting down the flute. "I'm no oculist myself, closest thing to ritualism in my house was my old mans refusal to change the light-bulbs because he thought electricity would pour out of the fixin like water if they came unscrewed." he admits with the ghost of a smile on his face before returning to the rather even if slightly grim countenance that hid his worried mind. "Whatever it is, its got no problem with violence and has proven capable of overpowering me, no matter how momentary that might've been." memories of holding annie key aloft like a doll, the feeling of her ribs bending where his fingers had pressed on them was greatly distressing. "I doubt its malice, for what its worth, I feel its just detached from such things, doesn't get why we should use doors when we can walk through walls; Though I would Imagine there will need to be precautions taken should it happen again."
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Alexander liked to think himself a rather worldly and experienced man, he'd traveled far and wide on holidays and with his work on the rail-roads of the world, having even managed to learn himself one or two languages by immersion alone there were few who could or even would deny it. he'd decided to make the use of his small grace period by once more setting out on what he hoped would be a rather more sedate holiday. So far though he'd had a bit of a time of it, Japan was indeed a beautiful country the blooming of the cherry blossoms and the rise in spirits they brought with them only heightened this in the aged man's mind, it made him feel happy and sedate to be surrounded by such a springtime of youth and culture, aiding him in soaking up the parlance with ease, even as the Cantankerous spirit roiled in delight at the technology and innovation that surrounded it it felt slightly less active, not pushing him aggressively towards it goals or driving him to lash out at his foes. giving a grateful incline of his head and presenting the necessary yen to the cheerful young lady before him he takes the plate of fried beef from her with a quiet "Domo harigato." much to her apparent amusement, proceeding to stride off in search of a seat, he avoided any where younger people might've been, though it was nice to see they respected their elders it had made him feel awkward and indeed a little old.
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Moon-Moth >Tales of the praetorians: We Are Legion >Ghost in the machine >Edge of the black >Incursion: Only Hope. Ulysses >Sakura No Akuma >Dining Out >Incursion: Spirit of the blitz Black Knight >American vikings
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"let us err on the sides of cautions then," moon-moth whispers as telekineticly affixes the manacles to his wrists behind his back as he manuvers in front of traveller to give the image of being lead at blaster-point "lest we risk desperation or tempt frustration." taking a moment to inspect the simplistic device before returning his attention to the road ahead "mayhaps a code phrase for when we're ready to spring our...surprise." he offers with bemusement in his voice. turning his head slightly to look at proud Kharag and taking a mental image to enjoy later "Sometimes my friend battles must be lost so that wars can be won...tide yourself over imaginings the faces they'll pull when they realize we're not bound." he offers merrily.
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Moon-moth waited patiently, a little huffy he wasn't trusted to go exploring on his own but all in all accepting it was probably for the best, between what could've been enemy infiltration and his own lack of understanding and indeed patience with technology, lest he get attacked, frustrated or even just spooked and put a bolt through the hull, he had in the old days gotten quite a reptuation for forgetting that many people, even amongst the mighty praetorians needed air to respire and the assumptions of callousness and cruelty that came with it. following after sitara as a relaxed paced once she's ready to make for the ships heart "'s i really shoulds commit the floor plan of our ships to memory sometime, might be usefuls in the future." he offhandedly comments as he trails along, there was of course, no real directions or information on the walls of the corridors...why make it easier for boarders after all and for the most part he tended to teleport between the facilities rather than walk. "So's you remembers our last push before....?" he asks in a slightly more subdued voice, not entirely certain himself if he was dealing with it, never mind Sitara or Amara, the difference in facial expression and indeed body language making it hard to judge exactly what they were thinking for the lanturnian with his lipless mouth and stationary eyes "I's getting my deja's vu'd"
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giving a slight nod to the affirmative he once more vanishes in a somewhat subdued flash of light only to reappearing around another thousand or so feet north of his previous position, onre more poking his head out curiously from the rocks with his antenna pressed as far flat as they can go against his head, this time finding small cavern in the base of the plateau he gives a faint, almost imperceivable twitch of his antenna and projects a live feed of what he's seeing back onto the main part of stealth team. "I has found what might be a back door into their base....it doesn't seem to be guarded at all .." small illusionary copy of his head relates, still unsure of his communicator he figures its better to trust what he knows over it, figuring if they need to tell him anything they'll send it up to him "I'll hold position for now and watch for movement." it finishes before winking out and leaving them with what is simply a screen view of the entrance and a small approximate positioning for it.
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Solar Battery Power Level: 10; Power Points Spent: 150/150 STR: +15 (30/40), DEX: +0 (10), CON: +10 (30), INT: +0 (10), WIS: +2 (14), CHA: +2 (14) Tough: +15, Fort: +10, Ref: +5, Will: +8 Skills: Diplomacy 8 (+10), Intimidate 8 (+10), Knowledge (physical sciences) 4 (+4), Knowledge (technology) 4 (+4), Language 4 (+4), Medicine 4 (+6), Notice 8 (+10), Sense Motive 6 (+8) Feats: Dodge Focus 2, Interpose, Leadership, Move-by Action, Takedown Attack 2, Ultimate Effort (Strength), Ultimate Effort (Toughness) Powers:Array 10 (default power: super-strength). . Flight 10 (Array; [0 active, 0/20 PP, 2/r], Speed: 10000 mph, 88000 ft./rnd; Stacks with (Flight 1)). . Super-Speed (Linked). . . . Quickness 10 (Linked; [0 active, 0/20 PP, 1/r], Perform routine tasks at 2500x speed). . . . Speed 10 (Linked; [0 active, 0/20 PP, 1/r], Speed: 10000 mph, 88000 ft./rnd). . Super-Strength 10 (Default; [0 active, 0/20 PP, 2/r], +50 STR carry capacity, heavy load: 6.6k tons; +10 STR to some checks)Enhanced Strength 10 (+10 STR)Flight 1 (Speed: 10 mph, 88 ft./rnd)Immunity 10 (disease, enviromental conditions (all), poison, starvation & thirst, suffocation (all))Impervious Toughness 10Protection 5 (+5 Toughness)Super-Strength 1 (+5 STR carry capacity, heavy load: 6.4 tons; +1 STR to some checks) Attack Bonus: +5 (Ranged: +5, Melee: +5, Grapple: +20/+21) Attacks: Unarmed Attack, +5 (DC 30) Defense: +5 (Flat-footed: +2), Knockback: -12 Initiative: +0 Drawbacks: Involuntary Transformation, uncommon, irresistible, Saturated by Red Sunlight, Normal Identity, uncommon, Yellow Sunlight Recharge, Vulnerable, very common, minor, Magic Languages: Arabic, English, Japanese, Russian, Xenonese Totals: Abilities 48 + Skills 12 (46 ranks) + Feats 9 + Powers 64 + Combat 16 + Saves 11 - Drawbacks 10 = 150 Its a bird, its a plane, its a paragon, quite a powerful one at that. he can soak up sunlight to activate his powers as a free action (something your gm might require you to do every round if theres not a lot of it around.) lasting generally however long the gm feels and suddenly cutting out at dramaticly appropriate times. as for the red sunlight thing i figure it takes different times depending on the source, on a planet with a red sun you get a while before you run out, some guy with a red sun flash light can drain you super quickly but in turn you can recover relatively fast from that in bright sunny areas.... consider picking up a fatal allergy to green rocks at PL15 (i always felt that superman's vulnerabilities were drawbacks rather than complications.) complications bring him in, drawbacks keep him from steamrolling over who ever got hold of lois or the bomb or the president. there normal id I imagine is a PL5ish lab assistant.
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Moon-moth will teleport another 1000ish feet into cover if there is any that far out and continue scouting for enemies or facilities, activating his forcefield as a free action. because stealth really isn't an option for him at the moment, and having spotted a cave send back a illusion to relay what he's seen.
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1d20+10=12 hmm dice don't like me today. think ill have to reroll that to avoid being out cold and be fatigued.instead. 1d20+10=23 thats more like it.
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learning a language by exposure is fun, good experience too, Ulysses would be up for a jaunt in japan.
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His usualy placid demeanour Evaporating in the face of his most hated enemy Myothizar looses his bolts into its face without so much as a millisecond of hesitation, projecting the beam of kinetic force from the tips of his antenna right between its glazed, lifeless eyes, causing its head to snap back and shaking its awkward gait enough to send it waddling back, stunned but not yet stopped, pressing his advantage to the full in a single fluid motion brings his hands forwards, middle digits curled into the palm and held and his fore and last digits extended projects a glob of semisolid silver onto the staggered monstrosity, its fluid mass surging and roiling as it expands to engulf the creature entirely, flooding into its nose,mouth and ears and permiating its very being with its trans-temporal qualities. The spell had been practically designed for them, known for their persistence more-so than their not negligible might this self repairing binding needed to be destroyed entirely and instantly or else it would return to its full strength in a matter of moments by reversing its personal time-line; it also had the effect of cutting off its target completely from the outside world trapping them in a sort of self-aware stasis of total sensory deprivation. It had offered him slight sadistic glee to think that being separated from its hive-mind caused the drone great distress; he'd been a young moth back then, one entirely unaccustomed to grief in part due to his peoples seemingly eternal lifespans, having to watch his friends die had affected him profoundly. He'd felt what he suspected the others did now at such maddening intensity it was all he could think about for entire cycles, the burning need to lash out and hurt that which hard hurt him. It had taken just a few cycles more for him to burn out and fall into morose depression, one that he had managed to hide from his friends behind a masquerade of foolishness and his own strange features and body language; one he had hoped to spare the others with his credit-a-hex advice mere moments ago. Satisfied that the creature was contained he makes use of his respite to double back in search of more drones that might be lurking around the corridors.
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1d20+10=14 -1 (dunno if i apply the bruise to fort saves.) =13
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Having been taken entirely be suprise by the sudden appearance of, of all things a skinhead, it took him a moment to realize he'd even had his a knee brought to his chin, the blow was fortunately barely enough to get through the protections his armour provided and easily shrugged off. "Prithee may i hast another?" he responds condescendingly as he brings his sword sweeping in low towards the distracted baffoon, hoping to unbalance him with the instinctive fear of the weapons bite; he was quite surprised when the skinhead managed to avoid his blow but determined not to be out done he thrusts the sword up and with a cry of "Sup upon the asphalt, knave." unleashes the pent up wrath of aldonite in a pitch black tide of energies that was out and over the animated skeleton and its apparent master in a massive hemisphere of roiling purple-black darkness that safely passes over phantasmo and the blue gentleman helping keep civilians away from the site of the battle. His biggest expenditure of power yet, even Hale is slightly awed by the size and terrifying majesty of the blades new-found strength.
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"doesn't seem to have a mouth." he mutters to himself quite surprised as he stands up and examines the creature as a whole, "maybe it was something tundra cooked up when things started turning south for them...." he muses disappointedly "that would be such a shame." he says to those present as he circles the degenerating creature "or maybe someone else beneath the earth thought panstars flytipping was an attack...and this was the retaliation."
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Ill move over to bovverboy and attempt to trip him. 1d20+4=18 Strength check if that hits 1d20+5=24 +4 for improved trip =28 Regardless going to surge and Lay waste.
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Moon-Moth will deploy his own experimental snare that i forgot he had. whoops. 1d20+10=26 Seeing as it obscures all senses im wondering how it'll react from being cut off from the communion's hive-mind, if it fails its save of course. If the drone is happily enough disabled he'll double back to try and find more
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He'll teleport out of the shuttle and into nearby cover, then make a Notice check to see if anything seems dangerous 1d20+10=24,
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"reminds me of lantern, only not on fire." moon-moth mumbles as he gets out of the passenger seat and walks down towards the exit ramp, taking a brief glance at the volley of what he assumed to be plasma fire streaking up towards what he was fairly certain were his descending allies following up with a brief look over the area around him. "So now we sneaks in and cut out the brains right?" "just like magic." he state proudly despite knowing how some people felt about the idea of "magic." but he didn't know what "subspace" was so how could he manipulate it?; Teleporting the short distance between the entrance and nearby cover, both to provide cover if craft were to be fired upon and to show off just a little bit. peering over the top with his antenna splayed back as he watches for signs of danger or even motion.
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Ulysses felt slightly out of his depth, all this talk of secret service and sleeper agents, doing his best to keep up with the situation he recounted what he did know, having been stranded in some apparently well documented dimension with synapse he'd first found himself usurped by the spirit, forced to watch, a prisoner in his own body as he brought his strength to bare violently against men who were by his best estimation no match for him in a effective but brutal manner before turning to pass judgement on a woman who couldn't have been more than 20 or so years old, only being stopped by dee's timely intervention in a moment of desperate resistance to the horror he was about to commit. "I Can't say I'd make much of a man in black; but I've seen whilst on my little trip to India that dee made the choice to do what was right, rather than what was easy or efficient so long as you don't ask me to work wickedness I don't imagine I could object too strongly to keeping yer secrets." he states as he takes a long sip of the dark bodied wine, washing it around his mouth a little as he turns things over in his mind.
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"I woulds also points out they drew blasters on us in what was a verbal dispute in a bar; though it was no threats to us they evidently didn't know of us, i hate to say it but they would've turned a dissenting local into ash for speaking out." he amends as he turns things over in his mind once more "I'll make the jaunt to our ship and retrieve the disguise and some bindings; should return shortlies." disappearing in a subdued flash. Materializing outside of the holding cells of the ship he takes a brief moment to straighten himself up, a scruffy moth was not a intimidating moth after all and once he was happy he confidently strides into the brig and singling out a officer of about Sitara's height and build turns on the intercom and speaks directly to her "I needs your clothes, your helmet and any identification you might have" giving the no doubt confused Lor a moment or two to process the demand as he presses the button to turn the forcefield opaque he adds informatively "Strip; replacement attire will be provided."
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1d20+10=14
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Moon-moth managed to follow the convosation much in the same way a domesticated hunting companion might chase a delivery drone, spiritedly but in vain, he instead turns his focus to the console before him glowing red like the malignant energies that danced entwined with the forces that he tried to make most regular use of, the brighter side of things not having anything meaningul to contribute to sitara and Amara's convosation he simply reaches out and almost playfuly mashes his fingers down on the input. "I coulds try exorcising it." he adds lazily when he picks up a lull in the conversation "might be i can drive out any of the communions soulless dregs if they happen to have infiltrated our system...but i would figure they'd be attempting to destroy the ship." faint memories of dozens of battles and indeed the very battle that had seen the devotion almost destroyed by the communion. "...This seems to be some attempt to save us from a phantom disaster." he adds. "prehapsing you could directs me to where the ships....core? heart? brain? resides..this is somewhats familiar to me."
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A sneak attack! But his betrayal of the code of masked wrestling has lead to his downfall. 1d20+9=29 (even though its supposed to be plus 10, i forgot to take a bruise off my tracker)
