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 Fre: -2 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Chillin' With Cool Dad Despite the issues I've apparently been hiding deep within my psyche, a genuine grin comes across my face as I see Damascus. Sure, yes, it is kind of a bad time and I don't exactly want to face him smelling of beer and, uh... you know, but... Well, who can hate that face? I wave my hand in a negating motion, "Don't worry about it, Damascus. We were just about to watch a movie, but hadn't quite gotten to picking one out." And cuddle. So much cuddling. "It's good to see you." I put my hand on Cuda's shoulder. "This is Barracuda. Damascus, Cuda. Cuda, Damascus." I can't help but notice that he blushes a bit when he looks at us. He's playing it pretty cool, though, and I really appreciate it. Not the night I need my chops busted, even if he'd be well within his rights as a senior member of the League. But man! When was the last time I saw him get caught off balance like that...? It must have been when I asked him who the lady was in that photo he keeps in his wallet. It was a couple years back after we got back from a routine patrol. I never did get a clear answer, did I? He was awfully quick to change the subject. I'd never seen him with anyone, but... Well, maybe he wasn't quite as much of a monk as he came off as. Or at least wasn't, once. Straight-faced and in full-on business mode, I say, "Sorry about the smell. I was chaperoning Tatsu on a deep-cover information gathering mission and, well, I haven't had a chance to shower since." Careful wordage and a deflection, naturally, but I saw the game he was playing. Indirect warning, no need to self-incriminate. I'll be sure to dispose of the rest of the materials in question before the next inspection. "I'll submit a report later. I had the opportunity to confirm the full energy output of a young villain going by EyeSpy, incidentally. I noticed that his dossier was a little sparse on details, so hopefully, that will be of some use." As I sat at the table, I swapped to a mental connection, Damascus, please treat this as an explicit agreement for a meld. I have something to show you regarding Tatsu. Keep your filters on, it's... emotionally charged. Once the mental handshake was accepted and I felt his presence descend into my mind, I guided him towards the room with the recording of Tatsu's past. Tatsu decided that the most expedient method of explaining his past and the influences it had on his present state of mind was a full dive. The recording fast-forwards until it stops on a freeze-frame of Her. I look pointedly at Damascus and then the screen. After a thorough examination of both this and Tatsu's current track record, I see no reason to continue observation of his conduct. As far as I can tell, he's simply brash, ill-tempered, and largely disagreeable. Understandable, given the circumstances, if not the most pleasant to deal with. With that said, I see no issues arising if she does not enter the situation. I crossed my arms and looked at him. What is the League playing at, Damascus? He's got some sort of... I don't know. Magic, mental tether? It's apparently trailing off of him. That seems like something the League should have caught. Would have caught, even. Give it to me straight. Is the League using this connection to bait Her out? Triggering World's Most Ethical Telepath! Mithril takes Influence over Damascus and asks him "What are you really planning?"
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Flaire: his face contorts into a mask of rage as he roars. "Arrogant cow! I will feast on your lifeblood!" ...Are you sure that pissing off an elder vampire was really a good idea? I mean... Bunny Bat put you up in the hospital for a while, and she was pretty green. He'll mark angry, and you mark afraid. Even more worrisome, he doesn't even turn to look as he catches Silver Bolt's crossbow bolts between his fingers. He whirls around and flings them back at Silver Bolt. Then, almost as if he hadn't moved, he's still stalking towards you, rage flashing in his jet black eyes. What do you do? Silver Bolt, so, almost as soon as you fire the bolts, you feel a piercing pain in your arm. Almost faster than you could see, he caught the bolts and flung them into your arm. You stagger back, and your crossbow drops out of your hand and goes skittering into the darkness. Take a powerful blow. What do you do? Mithril: He nods as you play along, apparently satisfied that you understood what he was talking about. Once you let him inside, the nonchalance doesn't change. In fact, he doesn't seem too surprised at what you show him. Well, he does wince a little at the nastier parts. He does seem like he's not surprised by any of it, though.When you press him, you feel a bit of hesitation and even... guilt(?) as he makes sure he's expressing himself properly, "I never doubted his sincerity in wanting to help people as a part of the League. But... yes. That leash is a cause for significant worry. The witch even more so." He lets out a mental sigh of resignation, and you fell a wall inside him tumbling down. He says, "But, it's not that cut and dry. He's undead. He isn't supposed to be, and yet, thanks to the witch's magic, he is. Snipping that trailing bit of the spell... well.. not even the experts at the League could be sure what it would do. There's a chance nothing would happen, and he'd be able to go on his merry way. There's a chance he'd just drop dead, the spell broken. ...But, there is a very real chance that it'd remove only part of him. His mind, leaving his body a feral beast, lashing out at anything it can find. Or it might remove his body, leaving him a voiceless spirit, unable to interact with the world around him. I'm not sure which would be worse. So, we put it to a vote on whether to tell him. It was... close, but I was outvoted. The majority thought the risks were too great and that he was our only chance of finding this witch." He doesn't seem... apologetic, though. Were you expecting that? But, more importantly, he also isn't making you promise not to tell Tatsu. He isn't saying anything, but you can feel the gap that's opened up between the two of you over the last few days. He feels it too, and he glances around, curious as to what caused it. What do you want me to do? How could I gain influence over you? What do you do? Barracuda: ...Man, the room got quiet all of a sudden. Do you want to try and join in on the mental conversation? I mean, if they're telepaths, they can probably pull you along, right? Speaking of, have you ever thought that Mithril might have gone peeking in your mind? It'd be hard to resist, right? I mean... do you think you'd peek if the situations were reversed? Tatsu: Man, are your ears start burning all of a sudden! Which, you know, is kind of odd considering that you're, you know, undead. Anyway, Nock seems to have things well in hand. Do you have anything you want to do before you head back to the base? What do you do? Chimera: he seems shocked as you latch onto him. Apparently he didn't actually think you'd... you know... hit him. What a dumbass, right? As you pummel him, he yells, "Help! I'm being attacked." So far, no one seems to have noticed. Superhuman brawls are pretty common in Halycon, after all. Seeing no relief coming, he engulfs himself in flame, starting red before it shifts to yellow, and a flickering, blue/white. He's turning up the heat as quickly as he can. You're not... entirely sure you'll be able to outlast him, but you could just keep pummeling him. What do you do? He marks afraid. If you want to keep holding on, you'll have to unleash your powers or else take a powerful blow.
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Freak +2, Danger +2, Savior +1, Superior -1, Mundane -1 Potential 0/5 | Conditions: Angry As he turns to flame I harden my skin. I try and block out the pain, still holding him in place and getting ready for another punch. I'm yelling, screaming almost, as the heat turns up. But I'm yelling in rage too. Even if this is a stupid idea, I'm going to make him pay for what he tried to do. [00:16] <Heliotrope> Take a Powerful Blow [00:16] <Heliotrope> !r 2d6+1 [00:16] <Krysmbot> Heliotrope, 10+1 = 11 Choosing to mark Guilty, Insecure, and giving him an opportunity.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -2 | Hold: 0 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Afraid | Location: Hunter: The Mild Panic "Cow?!" I was planning to incinerate this awful vampire before that remark, but woww is he gonna get it now. Though uh, yeah - he just caught one of Silver Bolt's bolts (repetitive now that I think about it, with now NOT being the time to think about that sort of stuff) from middair and nicked him with it, all without even breaking a step. Do I think I could take Bunny Bat in a fight? By now, yeah I do. Do I think I can take this guy in a fight though, as he advances on me with those beady dead eyes of his? No. No I do not. But I can stall him, I know that much. Time for a technique all of my teammates hate - maybe he'll enjoy it less than they do. "Goggles Bolt!" Hope he's OK... Stumbling back a step or two in this eerie warehouse, I raise my fingers in the sign of the cross - not that I expect that to work, but I did sort of lie earlier about the magic I control. He's expecting holy, so probably looking to dodge it or do some creepy blood-magic counterspell, I honestly have zero idea how powerful vampires work - but instead, he's getting fire. "Our Father, who art in heaven," Ohh I just thought of something for this, this is gonna be great. Sorta need it to be after all... Gathering energy in my fingertips but holding it back, I'm going for max light and minimal heat here. "Hallowed be thy Flame!" <Rauri> Is the Elder Vampire Watching Closely? <Rauri> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 5+3 = 8 Picking to get an opportunity and expose a weakness or flaw. And then yeah, it's Solar Flaire time; this nocturnal creepo is getting the equivalent of a small sun's light shined directly into his eyeballs. Not sure why he's not wearing sunglasses or goggles like Bolt does - though I bet he wishes he was about right now~ Spending a point of team to assist Bolt's Take A Powerful Blow roll by buying some time for him. Rauri fucked around with this message at 22:48 on May 14, 2017 |
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Freak: 0 / Danger: +0 / Savior: +2 / Superior: +1 / Mundane: +0 Potential: 1/5 / MoT: Unlocked / Conditions: It's a really good thing that my outfit is made of Kevlar and not just a costume for show. Even with the Kevlar a stake-bolt like the one he threw back at me would have pierced if it hit me straight on... luckily it was a glancing blow. I was pretty sure I'd have a welt in the morning but I could handle that. Losing my hand-crossbow was a lot worse, of course, but I still had my knife, my grenades, and my big crossbow, so it wasn't like I was out of options. So... which one? I glanced at Mom, unconscious on that disgusting table, then back to Flaire, who needed me to come through for her. I knew right then that trying to stake this vampire was stupid. He'd caught my bolt out of the air. So, I needed something that'd work even if... no ESPECIALLY if he caught it! I shielded my eyes with my arm as soon as Flaire yelled and I still saw a white haze on the edge of my vision, THROUGH my goggles. She was way too good at that. "I think he sees the light!" I yelled, flashing Flaire a thumbs up as I threw one of my grenades at him. Not the citrus one this time, a sticky bomb. It's basically a canister of pressurized sticky foam that rapidly expands when it's exposed to air. It was something I wouldn't use on a person, because if the foam got on their face it could be really bad, but this guy didn't need to breathe so I didn't feel bad at all. We didn't need to KILL him, I'd finally realized. We just needed to disable him long enough to rescue Mom. That would be really hard to do for me, since I couldn't carry her and fight. Good thing I had the best Teammate-slash-girlfriend (who can also fly) with me. "Flaire! Get Night Hunter out of here! I'll handle this!" --- Rolling Savior to Take the Blow with my move, (Never give up, never surrender!) [01:55] <mistaya> !r 2d6+2 [01:55] <Krysmbot> mistaya, 7+2 = 9 [01:56] <Rauri> want me to spend a point of team? [01:56] <mistaya> yea Choosing: You rally from the hit, and it inspires the team, add 1 Team to the pool. So Neutral on Team, and a 10+ so no condition.  Directly Engaging with Savior via Fight the Good Fight, pulling my punches to disable instead of harm. [02:23] <mistaya> !r 2d6+2 [02:23] <Krysmbot> mistaya, 9+2 = 11 [02:23] <mistaya> yesss [02:23] <Rauri> nice! Resist his blows and Create an Opportunity for Flaire to get to Night Hunter.
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Flaire: the vampire cocks his head, unsure of what to expect. He raises his arms to shield himself from... well, whatever he thinks you're about to do, eyes locked on you. Needless to say, that's a really big mistake when you conjure the light of a small sun in the room. Roaring in fury, he starts wildly swinging his arms towards you. Silver Bolt:, Man, that armor is pretty impressive. Who made your armor, anyway? Even blinded, he grabs the bomb out of mid-air. Fortunatly, that doesn't help him in the least, as it explodes on contact, coating him in a quickly hardening goo. He yells, "Children! Come serve me and devour this interloper!" He marks Afraid That's when you hear screeching of bats. Lots and lots of bats. A veritable wall of them swoops down from the ceiling, blocking the vampire, Flaire, and your mother from view in addition to causing an unearthly cacophony. They're trying to bite at you, but your armor is holding up just fine. On the other hand, you're literally being buried in bats. What do you do? Flaire: He's disoriented and his wall of bats is only blocking Silver Bolt. Also... he is covering his ears and his neck is contorting horribly to bite at the goo. Which... is pretty gross. Still, he doesn't look at you when you move. Given that he still caught the goo bomb in midair, he apparently relies on sound more than vision... Hm... You could probably do something with that, right? But, you've also got a clean path to Bolt's mom... What do you do? Chimera: he squirms out of your coils as you weaken from the pain and starts to get a running leap to fly away. Over his shoulder, he yells, "You'll regret this! Everyone's going to know what a monster you are now!" What do you do?
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Freak +2, Danger +2, Savior +1, Superior -1, Mundane -1 Potential 0/5 | Conditions: Angry, Guilty, Insecure "We're not done yet!" I howl as I run after him, reaching my arm out and grabbing him. Then I start squeezing. Hard. [19:19] <Heliotrope> Directly Engage Firebrand [19:19] <Heliotrope> !r 2d6+3 [19:19] <Krysmbot> Heliotrope, 5+3 = 8 Includes +1 from Coming For You Choosing to resist his blows
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Freak: +3 | Danger: +1 | Savior: 0 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: -2 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: | Location: Homeward Bound I fuckin' hate weird feelin's. Not unusual when you have a problem like mine, since they're never good. But this one don't feel like any of that. It's just weird. ... It's probably just 'cause I'm so fuckin' tired. Hopefully. I had a kinda vague thought about swingin' back by and makin' sure that I hadn't ruffled any of Evil Eye's feathers with that poo poo from earlier, but nah. I'll sleep on it, and if it still feels like somethin' I need to do then I'll do it. For now, I just wanna grab somethin' to eat, like the leftover broccoli and rice I got in the fridge and then get some sleep. I give Nock a goodbye wave, and then it's on the bike and off towards the base.
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Fre: -2 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Chillin' With Cool Dad "Wow." I blink. "That's definitely... Huh. Thanks for telling me." If nothing else, I do appreciate his candor. This was... well, I had my own suspicions, of course, which is why I asked, but... Man. This is pretty big. I'll definitely need to talk to Tatsu about it. I have a lot of respect for the League and I know they've done great things, but this? If Tatsu wants to risk blowing himself up or whatever for the chance to be free of all that baggage, I'll have his back. The silence stretches for a moment and then I see he's noticed the door. The one that's locked up tighter than Fort Knox. The one, naturally, where I put my newfound Damascus baggage. Aw, jeez. I can't not tell him, but I'm not going to show him that. Not until I have a better chance to think through it myself. I rub the back of my mental projection's neck and say, "Alright, so... Yeah. There was something else I saw on that dive into Tatsu. Things turned into a weird jumble of our psychescapes and... I saw the mall again. But, uh, not like I remember it. Not like I know that it happened." I slide down the wall of my mental hallway into a sitting position. "At the end, after you broke through and calmed me down? Things got... really weird. There were these red chains and flames and you looked terrifying. Like a monster." I can feel my voice speeding up, trying to justify everything away before he reacted. "I know that's not what happened! Really, I do. It's just... I guess there was some part of me that never got over that fear. And now I know that it's there and I can't unknow it. I have a session coming up with the League psych team and I'm going to try and work things out with them." I dip my head and pull my knees up, "Damascus, you're one of the most important people in my life. I don't think that this is going to change that at all, it's just..." I sigh. "It's a lot to work my head around. It's just going to take some time." I shrug, slightly misty-eyed, then prepare to end the meld. Mithril wants enough time and space to figure her poo poo out, because she doesn't want to ruin things with Damascus! But, of course, he'll regain influence over her once she does. He's really important to her! For a more immediate method of influence, some sort of tangible offer of aid for Tatsu would do the trick.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -2 | Hold: 0 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: Afraid | Location: Hunter: The Mild Panic HaHA! Did you see that? I definitely fooled him, and now Count Orlok is totally blinded. And, uh, has sic'd a lot of disgusting vampire bats on Silver Bolt, who's urging me to take his mom and run. Which, uh yeah, I know how this stuff works - he's sending up some death flags, and I am NOT cool with that, at all! This guy is crazy powerful I'm sure, and even if he's out of commission for a moment, I doubt that'll last very long - Bolt's going to need my help, I'm sure of it, I can't just leave him here. On the other hand... I mean, he's the leader of the team, right? Fighting monsters like this is his thing - I should trust him. Night Hunter does need to get to safety, that much is totally clear. I bet he can even handle this guy! Probably. He'd better be able to... Impossibly torn, I make the only call here that feels right to me. "Got it - you'd better know what you're doing..." Extending my hands and creating a blazing inferno whose heat ignores myself, Night Hunter, and Silver Bolt, I dash towards her and quickly rip off any lingering bits of medical gear, hoisting her over my shoulder before sprinting towards the entrance I created earlier under the cover of my fire, stupid bats powerless to stop me without roasting themselves alive. As I run, my boyfriend's mom awkwardly draped over my shoulder while I'm actually super thankful for all those exercises I had to do last week, I make sure to call out again while sincerely wishing I wasn't doing the right thing here. "Kick his rear end, Bolt - I'll be waiting for you outside!" <Rauri> Flaire Defend Night Hunter <Rauri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 5+1 = 6 Team me please mistaya. If so, exposing self to danger to make sure Night Hunter stays protected. Rauri fucked around with this message at 06:31 on May 17, 2017 |
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Freak: 0 / Danger: +0 / Savior: +2 / Superior: +1 / Mundane: +0 Potential: 2/5 / MoT: Unlocked / Conditions: "I'll be fine, just go!" I threw a flash-bang down behind her, covering her exit right as the bats piled onto me. (Using Team.) Grandma makes everybody's armor. She's been doing it for a long time. Mom knows how too, but she hasn't passed the secret on to me yet. I can still remember how proud Grandma was when I first put it on. I was pretty proud too... even though I think the collar is a little much I guess it's traditional... and it does protect my throat so there's that. Anyway, I wanted to laugh when he sent his bats after me. Like any real vampire hunter isn't going to have bat repellent! Who does this guy think he's messing with? I reached for the speaker on my belt and flipped the switch. Now, what was supposed to happen was a super high pitched ringing noise that would freak out all the bats' echolocation and disrupt the vampire's control over them. That... didn't happen. Since when did this thing have multiple settings? NIKA! --- Rolling Freak to Unleash Powers, overcoming the zubat swarm: [12:39] <mistaya> Silver Bolt uses REPEL! [12:40] <mistaya> !r 2d6 [12:40] <Krysmbot> mistaya, 4 = 4 [12:40] <mistaya> it's... not very effective. Marking Potential! Did use the Team to boost Flaire's roll, not sure what the total's at?
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Freak +2, Danger +2, Savior +1, Superior -1, Mundane -1 Potential 0/5 | Conditions: Angry, Guilty, Insecure I let go of Firebrand. "Good. Don't ever do something like that again." I was worried about the person sending me that message but I was able to take him by myself. If he tries anything else, me and the rest of the team should be able to easily deal with him. I just ignore the crowd below and stretch out my arms, turning them into wings. Think I'll head back to the base and just relax with anyone else there. I'd message Silver Bolt about being free now but he's probably busy at this point. I take off, ignoring the crowd. Let them stare if they want.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -2 | Hold: 0 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: Afraid, Angry, My brain's been hosed with before, but never quite like this. Everything's aching all of a sudden, I swear my nose is bleeding, I'm now acutely aware how heavy Silver Bolt's mom is, and oh yeah - I get burned by one of my own fires. Turns out a year of being able to just ignore them means I have no fear of them, so yeah, I'm almost halfway through before I realize just what the hell is going on, instinctually reacting to the growing heat by leaping back out of it, if a bit too late. At least Night Hunter's probably fine, but I'm shrieking in pain as I fall back, uniform singed, skin burned, hair on fire... owwww! Why in the hell do people even fight me when I can inflict this on them so easily?! <Rauri> Flaire Take a Powerful Blow <Rauri> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 6+1 = 7 <Yamifenrir> so close Choosing to take two conditions, Angry and Hopeless. Also incrementing XP by one due to failed roll courtesy influence being spent. Collapsing to the floor, swatting at my hair to put it out and insanely contemplating hairstyles I'll need to switch to after the damage that has just been dealt, trust me - pretty drat aware of how wrong all of this has gone. Even ONE other person would've made this so much easier, but noooo, we did this on our own... though I guess that doesn't matter now, does it? This vampire's got Silver Bolt by the neck, threatening to kill him if I don't tuck tail and run. I'm burned, scared, my powers aren't even working properly, I'm burdened with someone over my shoulder, and there are no cameras here - I could technically run. I mean, it might even be the smart thing to do here. This place is going up in flames, and this monster is just so strong... I need to live, right? What good is being famous if I'm not around to appreciate it? But that'd mean Bolt getting hurt. So I stay. And I am going to make this vampire PAY for what he's done. For once, I don't have a snappy line, but I'm not done here, no matter his stupid psychic tricks - I've dealt with them before, if not as strong. See, I may not be able to control my flames right now - but I can certainly still generate them, and this guy's within my range. Time to find out how much he enjoys having his internal organs turned into a fireplace. I don't care what it takes - I'm getting Silver Bolt and Night Hunter out of here, and that's that. If this guy wants to get in my way, I'm ready for him! Struggling back to my feet, wishing for the thousandth time I had super toughness, I raise a burned hand and snap with my fingers despite the pain - my magic's damaged, and the gesture helps me focus - and yeah, turns out undead not a big fan of being set on fire from the inside out, same as anyone else. I don't exactly have a ton of power to put into the spell and I didn't call it out, so it's weaker than usual - I bet is just buys Bolt time. Still, that's all he needs. "You're messing with the wrong person! I'm FLAIRE! Leave my boyfriend alone and fight me, or I'll incinerate you with my next spell!" I doubt I can... but I bet he believes me anyways. <Rauri> Flaire Defend Silver Bolt <Rauri> !r 2d6+2 <Krysmbot> Rauri, 9+2 = 11 <ShootaBoy> noice <ArashiOfOrdo3> Thumbs up! Clearing a condition - Flaire's not Hopeless so long as Silver Bolt's still okay, and it looks like he is for now. I don't care what happens to me now, so long as he makes it out of here safe. I'm going to keep Silver Bolt and his mom safe, and this monster is going to regret having crossed me. Stars always shine brightest in the dark, right? Trust me, I'm so alight I'm practically ablaze. Rauri fucked around with this message at 10:30 on May 28, 2017 |
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Freak: +3 | Danger: +1 | Savior: 0 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: -2 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: | Location: Home Again, Home Again Oh hey, it's that guy from when Mithril went in my head. It's uhhh..... fuckin'..... somethin' to do with metal, I know.... My stomach rumbles, and I absentmindedly scratch at part of it through the giant hole burned into my shirt. "Nah, it wasn't all that exciting, more annoyin' than anythin' else. rear end in a top hat ruined my fuckin' shirt. Anyway, I'm just grabbin' dinner, don't mind me." I continue on my vaguely grumpy way to get my food. Should I bother heatin' it up? Hot food is good, but if I take the time to do that some kinda bullshit might find me again when I really don't wanna deal with it. Hmm. I can stomach cold rice, won't be the first time, and that DAMASCUS! That's his fuckin' name! Great, that woulda bugged the poo poo outta me all night. Aw gently caress it. I lost a good shirt today, I'm eatin' hot. Hopefully I ain't gonna regret standin' around like this... Actually, if I'm gonna be out here, I could make it a bit better. Won't take that much longer to get it done in a pan. And I should have some water chestnuts around here somewhere...
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Fre: -2 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Chillin' With Cool Dad And, just like that, we're back. I squeeze Cuda's hand right back and give her an apologetic glance. When Damascus looks away for a moment, I mouth "I'll make it up to you later!" at her and wink. Let her read into that as she will. Hehe. I should have kept things vocal, but it's just so easy to meld up and catch up like that! I should really practice more... but, all the same, I can't deny I'd love to get in her head like that. Not to find out all of her secrets or anything, not at all. I just... Want to show her how much she means to me. And I don't know the words, you know? It's easier when you're connected. There's no lies, no artifice. You can feel everything that the other does. I blush when Damascus starts the dad routine and even blurt out, "Daa- Er. Damascus...!" Whew. Clean recovery. Not suspicious at all. Luckily Tatsu pops in a few seconds later and draws enough attention off of me to recover my cool. I say, "Hey, Tatsu. How was your thing?" I figure it must have gone well, cause it doesn't look like his clothes are sporting any new rips or tears. Damascus catches my eyes and, try as I might, I don't know what he's telling me. It's kind of unusual. Well, whatever. I'm going to tell Tatsu one way or another, but it's going to be in private. He deserves a shot to decide his own destiny, no matter what the League decided. Damascus's shoulder bop knocks me out of my reverie and I look around the room. ...You know, sometimes I forget how lucky I am to be with the Vigil. I've got so many new friends, a very special lady, and I've still got the best mentor-slash-father-figure a girl could hope for.
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Freak: 0 / Danger: +0 / Savior: +2 / Superior: +1 / Mundane: +0 Potential: 2/5 / MoT: Unlocked / Conditions: So, basically I went from buried in bats, to getting choked to death in the vampire's grip, to being dropped on my rear end, in the space of about a minute and a half. My head was still spinning when I realized the warehouse had sure gotten uncomfortably hot and wow that was a lot of fire. Fire everywhere, really. Way more fire than I was comfortable with. So much for the crime scene, I thought, weirdly disconnected from everything else that was going on around me. I blinked a few times and coughed once. The vampire was flailing. He was furious, but I could also see fear in those undead eyes. Flaire yelled over the roar of the fire and I heard her clearly threaten to incinerate him. I slipped the BIG crossbow off my back and shoved a special bolt into it. A black pouch was suspended from the tip. "And if you think she can't," I muttered, knowing he could hear me with his super hearing, "Think twice." The string went TWANG and the bolt lofted through the smoke-haze, smacking into the vampire's shoulder. The contents of the pouch splattered all over him. It was an oil slick arrow, one I was planning to use in the event of a high speed vehicle chase. But hey, flammable's flammable, and boy, it didn't get more flammable than being covered in pure grease. Directly engaging with Savior via Fight the Good Fight. [18:45] <mistaya> !r 2d6+2 [18:45] <Krysmbot> mistaya, 7+2 = 9 Creating an Opportunity by making mr vampire extra flammable. +1 team?
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Fre: 0 | Dan: +3 | Sav: +2 | Sup: 0 | Mun: -2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: None "Don't worry about it, it wasn't long." I flash Damascus a slightly awkward smile, and Mithril a much less awkward one when she squeezes my hand back and winks at me. "No, we're okay, I've got a big selection." The exchange between the two of them that I can see is making me feel likes awkward, but a little sad. Whatever trouble Mithril has with him, it's obvious they both care about each other, and that kind of teasing (or joking?) dad comment isn't one I've ever had from my dad. Not that I'd want one from him, but, it would have been nice to have parents, or parental figures, I liked. "Hey Tatsu." I give him a slight nod, not able to think of a good way to jibe him about that laserbeam I saw him take.
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Mithral and Barracuda: Damascus stops talking and closes his eyes for a moment. Then, they snap open. His helmet flies from across the room and into his hand as he says, "Well, it looks like duty calls. You kids stay out of trouble." Then, he turns and hustles out of the common room. Any more plans for the night? What do you do (before the end of the session?) Chimera: fortunately, the rest of the trip back to the base is uneventful. You walk in just as Damascus is walking out. He apologizes as he leaves, saying that he wanted to meet all of Mithril's new teammates, but some League business came up. After he rushes past you, you find Mithril and Barracuda, and Tatsu in the common room, with Tatsu cooking up a meal in a shirt with a giant burn mark in the middle while Mithril and Barracuda look (and smell) like they're having a night in. What do you do (before the end of the session?) Tatsu: Man, that does sound good. You ever think of cooking a meal for the team? It'd be a way to do something nice without actually having to spend a lot of time with them. Just a thought. Anyway, while you're cooking for a while, is there anyone in the common room you wanna talk to? What do you do (before the end of the session?) Silver Bolt, as the oil splatters everywhere over him, it instantly ignites. Screaming in pain and horror, his form contorts until it's something closer to a dog-sized bat. It's still on fire and screaming in his voice though, which is... more than a little unsettling.. With a single beat of his massive wings, he launches himself towards the broken window. Unfortunately, his frantic flaps sends the oil everywhere, with some of it getting on you and the rest making the fire worse. He marks hopeless, and you take a powerful blow. Flaire and Silver Bolt, between the two of you, you've managed to drive off an elder vampire! Congratulations! Unfortunately, you're now in a burning warehouse with an unconscious woman to get out as well. What do yo do?
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Fre: -2 | Dan: -1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Chillin' With The Cool Kids I send a quick Good luck out there! as Damascus books it out of the room, but I'm almost immediately distracted from his quick exit by Chimera's entrance. She's... Well, she's radiating some bad vibes. That's the technical psychic term, of course. I look at her, a little curiously, and send out a telepathic feeler, You feeling alright, Chimera? You know I'm here for you if you need anything. I add a little touch of the warm fuzzies — again, super technical psychic language — to make it the psychic equivalent of a friend hug. I know she can be a little standoffish, so I'm not going to make it a big scene. If she wants to talk about whatever is bothering her, I'm always ready to listen. How could I do anything less for my first non-Damascus hero partner? quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 8:54 PM On the other hand, I wonder how I should break the news to Tatsu. I'm not sure what to make of it myself. I don't want him to rush into anything, especially if it's going to end up with him dead... or worse. That said, I'm definitely going to tell him. I've seen what he's been through. If there's a shot at freeing him from all of that... Well, I'll help however I can. Of course, that's not to say I'm going to be neglecting Cuda. Not in the slightest! I know we've got a fun-filled night ahead. I mean, there's that movie... And maybe some more beers? We've gotta get rid of them before the next inspection, right? I'm still feeling a little bad about leaving her out of that talk with Damascus! I wonder if there's something I can do to make it up to her~? I look back at her with a smile, "Hmmm, any thoughts on that movie?"
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Freak +2, Danger +2, Savior +1, Superior 0, Mundane -2 Potential 0/5 | Conditions: As the scene with Frebrand ends, I'n removing Angry and Insecure for punching out Firebrand and solving a problem by punching out Firebrand I give a nod and a wave to Damascus as he rushes on by. Haven't really met him much, but he seems okay. He was totally fine with us working together after all. Then again, maybe he knew I wasn't a villain with some mental looks? Kind of an invasion, but if it kept me in his good books then that's okay. I look up as Mithril starts talking in my mind. It takes me a moment to register that it's in my mind and not spoken out loud. "Yeah I'm fine. One of Flaire's rivals decided to try and scare me off the team. I kicked his rear end, so I bet he's given up on that plan. Flaire'll probably find it hilarious." I start preparing some hot chocolate, in a cup designed for me. In case my hands change into something that might scratch or break a normal cup, I got one made by someone who specializes in making stuff like this for supers who can't always control hurting what they touch. "But it's like I told Flaire earlier - it doesn't matter what other people outside the team think, as long as I have your support I'm fine." Shifting Labels: Superior up, Mundane down "But let's just say that after that crap, I'm just glad we hit it off when we met. Other then when we surprised each other, you knew not to treat me like a monster just because I look like one. It helps having people like you around." [04:13] <Heliotrope> Comfort Mithril [04:13] <Heliotrope> !r 2d6 [04:13] <Krysmbot> Heliotrope, 11 = 11 Removing Guilty if Mithril goes along and chooses an option too My nose almost involuntarily transforms into a dog's nose as the smell hits me - the smell of beer on Mithril and Barracuda. And....they have each others scent on themselves. Ah. Right. Gotta give some space to my friend. And maybe someone who wants to be a friend but is unnerved by me? I don't know yet, maybe I should talk to her about it. Later though. I'm waiting for Mithril's reply, but if Tatsu wants to suggest going somewhere I'm fine with that. Heliotrope fucked around with this message at 09:24 on Jun 17, 2017 |
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Fre: -2 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +2 | Sup: +2 | Mun: +2 Potential: 0/5 (Advance!) | Conditions: None! | Location: Chillin' With The Cool Kids I grin. That sounds just like Chimera. She doesn't take crap from anyone. Especially not people like that. It might end up backfiring, but even if whoever it was grabbed some friends... Well, Chimera has more friends than she realizes. I bet that anyone in the Vigil would stand by her. I know I would. I send back, You have it 100%, Chimera. If this guy doesn't drop things, let me know, ok? I can make things really... interesting for him. Pressure him on the League side of things too. Of course, what kind of guy would step up against Chimera after seeing what she could do first-hand? I mean, for all that her talents make it tough to lead a quote-unquote normal life — not like I'm an expert there either — they make her really good at what she does. I add, I'm glad we hit it off, too. You're a real sweetheart, you know? One of these days they'll understand that just like I do. You know, hearing that from Chimera, it feels... Well, it feels good. I've been so worried lately about all the ways being a psychic is awful. Accidentally finding out Cuda's secret identity, showing Tatsu my worst moments and fears, deep-seated mentor trauma... Well, mostly just those ways. It's still pretty great on the whole. And if I wasn't who I was, wasn't Mithril, would I have been able to be here today? Not likely. Mithril opens up and marks potential! Advancing and taking +2 to Damascus's Denied Label, Danger, as she resolves to fight for her friends. Of course, I can't help but notice that Chimera is sporting a dog nose when she turns my way a bit while making her drink. Can she...? My face reddens a bit as I surreptitiously sniff myself. Yeah, I definitely smell like I've had an exciting night. Maybe I should take a shower? But on the other hand... Were we actually going to be watching a movie or was that just an excuse to hang out more and see where the night took us? Aaaaaaaaaah, dating is complicated. I squeeza Cuda's hand. The good kind of complicated, though.
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Freak: +3 | Danger: +1 | Savior: 0 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: -2 Potential: 3/5 | Conditions: | Location: Home Again, Home Again Thinkin' about it, everyone else kinda eats like poo poo. Oh sure, some of 'em do healthy stuff, but there's so much more than just eggs and salad. I can whip up healthy poo poo that's actually good. ... I think I might just start doin' that. Not everything, people can handle their own fuckin' breakfasts and lunches and poo poo, but some of these guys could use a good dinner, 'steada the garbage they eat now. Yeah. Yeah I think I'll do that. Might be enough to have the big boys satisfied that I'm 'fitting in' here. gently caress it, let's do it. Not tonight though, this is all mine after the day I had. I think I might make a big pot of ramen tomorrow. The good stuff, not that easy bake poo poo. Or maybe...
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Freak: 0 / Danger: +0 / Savior: +2 / Superior: +1 / Mundane: +0 Potential: 2/5 / MoT: Unlocked / Conditions: Getting flaming oil flung on you is not fun, but unlike certain vampires, my armor is not very flammable. Also, believe it or not, this is not even close to the first time I've been set on fire. (Nika...) So basically I dropped and rolled under something as soon as some of it splattered at me, snuffing the fire and getting out of harm's way in one smooth motion. By the time I got back up he was already flying away. I wanted to stop him, really, but with the fire and Mom and Flaire... Lets just say I was okay with calling it a draw. For now. There would definitely BE a later. Take a powerful blow via Never Give Up, Never Surrender. Savior: [17:34] <mistaya> Taking some fire from a vampire~ [17:34] <mistaya> !r 2d6+2 [17:34] <Krysmbot> mistaya, 11+2 = 13! On a hit you stand strong and choose 1... Taking +1 Team. Okay, priority one, get the hell out of the burning building. (And maybe call the fire department...) I kept low and ran towards where I'd last seen Flaire. There was basically a wall of fire around us and it was starting to get really out of control. I didn't want the building to collapse on us, and I had used up most of my tricks. "Flaire?!" I yelled, finally spotting her through the heat haze. I couldn't believe it when I saw she'd been burned "Holy crap what happened?" I ran to her, and took one of mom's arms so we could share her weight between us. Some of the beams started to creak above us. "On second thought, never mind! Let's go!" Which was easier said than done. The fire sprinklers had come on at some point, but they were not exactly made to deal with magical superfire and they weren't providing much cover. But the pipes ran right over the big hole Flaire had made in the wall... I raised my crossbow with just a plain old ordinary bolt on it. "I think the forecast is smoke, ash, and a chance of showers," I said, hoping Flaire wasn't too out of it to appreciate one last line. *THUNK* --hsssss-- Water started torrenting out of the pierced pipe, washing us a path to freedom! Unleash to Reshape Environment. Freak: [01:09] <mistaya> !r 2d6 [01:09] <Krysmbot> mistaya, 9 = 9 If Flaire spends a Team to help then we're clear, if not I'll mark Guilty to feel bad that she got hurt helping him.
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -2 | Hold: 0 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: Afraid, Angry, Holy poo poo, we beat him. We beat Dracula! Well, not literally Dracula, since the real one's going to give me money - I hope, he's Bunny Bat's dad and she said he would - but still, Creepy Elder Vampire is out of commission! I'd feel super amazing right now, if not for the fact that my forearms and hair got burned and my hair's been slaughtered by my own flames and I'm inhaling burning warehouse fumes and I'm actually feeling terrible. Silver Bolt isn't though - I really don't understand how he's still on his feet while I'm half-dead, but I am NOT complaining about it. He maneuvers over to us, probably locating us via the sound of my coughing, and it's like nothing even happened to him... he's here, he's leading Night Hunter and me (thank goodness he's helping with her, I'll never say it out loud but she weighs more than I am comfortable carrying) out of the warehouse, and I am super grateful for the help. "He used some Psychic thing - I can't control fire right now, I can only make more of it," I confess, though I'm quick to add in my own defense, "like in his stomach. How long does it take vampires to regenerate their internal organs?" Spite aside - and trust me, that loving vampire messed up my hair, they are now on my arch-enemy list - Silver Bolt leading us out of here is half of things. The rest of the Vigil needs to contribute the other, and who's quicker to type out a message on their phone than me? "Alerting everyone else, they'll contact the League and emergency services!" I yell over the flames to Bolt, following him out and standing side by side with him as we support Night Hunter, the rain from the pipe overhead soaking the three of us as we rush through the flames I created. It's heavenly - I can't help but think about the literary symbolism of cleansing waters as I pass through them, laughing at his attempt at a joke. I mean... I'm downright giddy right now despite the pain, the sheer fact that we're alive is making everything glorious. Plus he's my boyfriend, so I owe it to him to laugh. txt to the rest of the Vigil posted:Need help, @ docks, locate my signal. We saved Night Hunter. Bring police and fire and ambulances. Post to my Twitter I'm busy tonight too. Rauri fucked around with this message at 09:02 on Jun 19, 2017 |
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Fre: 0 | Dan: +3 | Sav: +2 | Sup: 0 | Mun: -2 Potential: 2/5 | Conditions: None I wave at Chimera as she walks in, trying to ignore the instinct to flinch as her nose transforms into a dog's. Just seeing a mishmash of bodyparts wouldn't be half so bad if it wasn't for seeing them shift between, ugh. But it's not like she can help how she was made. I don't think I let it show this time. Good work Cuda! My face relaxes into a smile as I feel Mithril squeeze my hand, so I squeeze back, fingers entwining with hers. "A horror film sounds good," and like an excuse to cuddle, as if we needed one, "and I always love a good slasher movie. Any of those you've been meaning to watch?" beep beep Ugh, that's my communicator. I really don't want to have to deal with something else tonight. It's not like I'm sore anymore, after Mithril's massage, but I am tired and - oh hell! "I thought he said this was a stakeout? Why didn't he say, that idiot!" I hold up the screen for Mithril to read. "Flaire and Silver Bolt are in trouble, everyone still in good enough condition to get going?" GodFish fucked around with this message at 20:17 on Jun 25, 2017 |
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Flaire and Silver Bolt: The water gushes out of the pipe, and between the damage from the fire and the water itself, part of the wall collapses. The two of you carry Bolt's mom through the hole and collapse outside. Emergency sirens wail in the distance, probably because of the fire. No way your teammates were THAT fast. But, that's not important, right? You're both safe and you rescued Night Hunter! Everyone: you get the text from Flaire. What do you do for the rest of the night? Anyone actually take over twitter duty for Flaire? That's gonna be it for this session. Go ahead and use your end of session moves and let me know anything you want to do between sessions during downtime. I'll have the start of the next session up later this week.
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Freak: +3 | Danger: +1 | Savior: 0 | Superior: +1 | Mundane: -2 Potential: 4/5 | Conditions: | Location: Home Again, Home Again I'm in the middle of diggin' out the stupid communicator when I hear Barracuda in the next room. A glance confirm what she said and where we need to go. "Ah fuckin' poo poo!" Burner off, lid on, gently caress gently caress gently caress! So much for a hot meal and some sleep! "If someone needs a ride ya better hurry the gently caress up and put that jacket and helmet on, 'cause I'm gone in about 30 seconds!" It's probably gonna Mithril again, I don't think she has a way of her own to really get around. Chimera can fly and Barracuda does her flippy grappling hook poo poo, so they should be good. Fuckin' poo poo, I wonder what happened? _________________________________________________________________________ After the 'rescue' it's back home to eat and rest for the night. As far as downtime, Tatsu is gonna take over the kitchen to make dinners. Never any meat, lots of asian style dishes. e:Woops forgot the move  Tatsu has grown closer, thanks to a certain telepath. Mithril gains Influence so Tricky gets to mess up my stats and I mark Potential.
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Fre: -2 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +3 | Sup: +1 | Mun: +2 Potential: 1/5 | Conditions: None! | Location: Chillin' With The Cool Kids I grin, "Well, I heard-" The beeping of the communicator cuts me off and I look at Cuda with a curious expression. When she showed me the message, my face went all business. I agreed with Cuda — if it was going to be a blow-up like that they should have told us — but there was time enough to deal with that later. I immediately linked my mind to my contact in emergency services and passed along the coordinates from Flaire's communicator. They were pretty fast, as I well knew from my time with Damascus, but I bet we could beat them to the scene. I look at Cuda and Tatsu, then down at my... very casual clothing, "I need to suit up first. I'll take the construct and catch up." I hadn't had a chance to use that focus Damascus left me with, but it could help me shape my psionic energies into a physical construct. A vehicle. I wasn't sure what mine would end up being, but it was going to be fast as hell. Maybe I'd even give Tatsu and his bike a run for their money. Shifting Tatsu +Savior/-Freak, because Mithril is beginning to understand him and Damascus seems to like him so clearly he's got the right stuff. Growing closer and giving influence to Tatsu (who shifts Mithril's labels) to mark potential. --- After everything sorts itself out, I assume Mithril and Cuda will continue date night and watch a movie! During downtime, Mithril will be meeting with her League therapists and talking through her Damascus issues with them. Depending on how long the downtime is, it is probably very fair to give him Influence again. Tricky fucked around with this message at 01:21 on Jun 29, 2017 |
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Fre: +0 | Dan: +1 | Sav: +1 | Sup: +3 | Mun: -2 | Hold: 0 Potential: 5/5 | Conditions: Afraid, Angry, Standing around with Silver Bolt after everything, full of adrenaline and endorphins and still unable to believe how awesome the two of us are, I have my priorities in order - and for ONCE, that doesn't mean Tweeting about this experience first. The burning warehouse afore us, the amazing hero we saved - my boyfriend's mom even, with both of us in one piece - between us, lights and sirens starting to swarm in around us... I know exactly what I want to do, and no, it's not survey my hair for damage. That's third on the list, right before checking the rest of me and right after Twitter. First though, that's special. Putting my arm around him, switching my phone to take a selfie with practiced ease, I smile through the pain and exhaustion and lung full of burning warehouse that, I'm just guessing, was lined with asbestos. I can't look perfect right now, probably far from it, but my smile's never been more genuine. "Smile Bolt!" I urge, then snap the picture before he's had enough time to react. I want to remember this basically forever, and this picture is like... I dunno, it's so authentic. "We're SO amazing... I can't believe we pulled that off!" Second thing on my list? Twitter. Before I think better of it or debate it to much or anything like that, I upload the picture of the two of us to my account, with the following message. Tweet from @Flaire posted:Sry for not tweeting tonight - hero bizness. Btw, I ship #Firebolt and have for a few weeks~ #Dating #MoonlightVigil #Fireproof #HarryPotter20 <Rauri> Flaire's making a request of her audience <Rauri> !r 2d6+3 <Rauri> grrr <Rauri> .r 2d6+3 <Platonibot> Rauri: .remember <word> [+]<data> s/<before>/<after> -- maps word to data in the memory, or <Tricky> need to do .roll <Rauri> the worst <ShootaBoy> lol <Tricky> :v <Rauri> .roll 2d6+3 <Platonibot> Rauri: 8 (2d6+3=1, 4) They accept it, but want something in return. Growing closer to Chimera - they hung out a lot today, and she was surprised how cool she was and is going to be amazed at what she did after they split up. Adjust her labels Helio~ Rauri fucked around with this message at 05:16 on Jun 28, 2017 |
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Freak +2, Danger +2, Savior +1, Superior 0, Mundane -2 Potential 0+1/5 | Conditions: I set my drink down as the communicator alerts us to a message, and look in surprise. "Crap!" While everyone gets ready, I shift my arms into wings. If I had known they were going to be saving someone I probably could have held off confronting Firebrand. I guess I thought he'd be more dangerous then he turned out to be. Oh well. "I can probably carry one of you guys if you want," I offer in case one of them is interested. Grew closer to Flaire, she shifts my stats and I mark potential. Shifting Flaire's Savior up and Superior down because she's acting like a hero and not acting above us all For downtime, Chimera is going to talk to Flaire about what happened, and try to hang out with the team a bit more
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Freak: +0 / Danger: +0 / Savior: +3 / Superior: +1 / Mundane: -1 Potential: 2/5 / MoT: Unlocked / Conditions: Flaire pulled me in for the selfie and I barely had time to give my best roguish grin. We were soaked, and singed, and bat-bitten, but I still felt like a million dollars. I let her start messing with her phone and laid Mom down as comfortably as I could make her. She was still unconscious. I checked her over but I didn't see anything obviously wrong. Not that I was any kind of doctor, but... Well, Flaire was getting the ambulance. That'd be fine. "I did it Mom," I said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Just hold on a little longer, help's on the way." But we had a couple minutes before things got crazy again, and I didn't want to waste them. I went to Flaire and pulled her into a hug. "Thanks," I said. "For being there. You're just... You're the best, you know that?" I kissed her, like I meant it. Because I really, really did. --- End of Session: Grow Into Your Own Image. Silver sees himself as a vampire hunter for real now. He thinks he was very heroic, and lived up to his legacy. Mundane down, Savior up. During downtime, Silver will spend most of his time with his family, especially checking up on Night Hunter. He'll also probably support Flaire's new #Firebolt declaration with some tweets of his own.
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Freak -1, Mundane +1 for Chimera. Sure she looks unconventional, but she's as normal as anyone else on the inside (and she's got Flaire's seal of approval). EDIT: As part of updating Flaire to new Star Book, making the following changes Choose two advantages: Wider Audience, Speak to them at any time (to represent Flaire's social media expertise.) Losing Hero Fan, but Wicked Elegance has never shown up so she hardly counts as an advantage. Choose two demands: Constant Stimulation, Novelty (to replace Chemistry with Teammates in light of Flaire's Firebolt announcement) Also, got enough XP for an advance - taking The Gossip Mags. The gossip mags: When you tap into the gossip and rumor of the celebrity industry for information on an important city figure, roll + Superior. On a hit, you can ask the GM questions. On a 10+, ask three. On a 7-9, ask one: - What are they up to? - What or who do they most care about? - What allies do they have? Enemies? - Where and when can I find them? - How could I make them vulnerable to me? On a miss, ask one anyway, but they hear about your interest in them. Rauri fucked around with this message at 10:41 on Jul 2, 2017 |
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Got closer to the team, thanks to Mithril, shift labels!
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