Nov 13, 2024 9:27 pm
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The Adventure
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Nov 13, 2024 9:34 pm
It's June 3, 2024. You're in Small Town (pop. 2500), which exists somewhere on America's east coast.
Summer. So hot the chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs. And not a breath of wind outside to cool a sweltering person down.
Luckily (well, because of the heat, but not lucky for other reasons), you're all down in your basement "apartment" (or secret lair, if you want to sound badass) which is relatively cool. You've all recently formed a superhero/vigilante team, name pending. You all have backstories which you may or may not have shared. Now you have to work together to...do something. Be standard superheroes? Do good, but also try to make a boatload of cash along the way? Be grim vigilantes? Hmmm...decisions, decisions....
The basement is...an unfinished basement, besides a cracked linoleum floor. About 500 square feet. Cinder-block walls. Cobwebs in the corners. Dust-covered antique furniture stacked here and there. Crumbling cardboard boxes holding forgotten bric-a-brac.
You all have staked out separate zones, where you sleep, relax, and...have sex?
Since this is America in 2024, rent is $3000 a month. It hurts to even think about, but at least this property hasn't been gobbled up by sociopathic investors. It's the best you newbies can do right now. You've been here for about 2 weeks.
The person you're renting from is called Jimmy Z. He's the lead guitarist in a punk-rock band called Deadlifting Satan ("we've sold dozens of records"), who inherited this home and property from his parents, both of whom recently died from cancer. Jimmy doesn't seem too broken up about it: "They were jackasses, and didn't follow their treatment plans. Thought they knew better. Welp, their rotting carcasses say they didn't."
The home is about 1200 square feet, and Jimmy hasn't yet converted it to his rebel-punk style. Hummel figurines sit in random places, and bland landscape paintings hang dully on the walls. But he's making progress, such as hand-painting a raised fist on the wall of the master bathroom.
Unfortunately, Jimmy isn't renting out the actual home: "Need it to store our band gear, and gotta have space to throw our parties. You're all invited, of course...just not to live up here. Hope ya understand."
As you're doing whatever you're doing in the basement, it's Jimmy who clomps downstairs, cursing up a storm, sweat running down his somehow ripped body. Constant substance abuse and an insane sleeping schedule doesn't usually lead to impressive physical fitness. Maybe Jimmy sneaks in some push-ups and crunches when nobody's looking....
Jimmy's Stats:
Punk Rocker (2)
Anarcho-Syndicalist (2)
Bisexual (1)
Gun Enthusiast (1)
"Oi! Ya know Mr. Johnson, that old jackass who lives next door? He just let that yappin' Pomeranian o' his shit on my lawn again! Ya'll know how to handle fuckers like that, don'tcha? Well, put him in his place once and for all, and I'll give ya a 50% refund on your rent!"
A pause.
"Actually, 50% is too much. 25%, which will be..."
Another pause. Math is hard.
"$750! An easy few minute's work! And yes, I do hate the fucker that much! He's called the cops on our parties at least five times, I'm pretty sure he's stolen some o' my mail, and he hates gays! Well, I ain't gay, only bisexual, but that don't dilute his disdain, lemme assure ya!"
"I would blast 'em with my AR-15...or maybe the 30-30, put 'em down like a deer...but ya know...prison and shit. But ya'll should be able to dominate his Boomer ass without too much bloodshed...right? Help me out, get moolah! Simple!"
Summer. So hot the chickens are laying hard-boiled eggs. And not a breath of wind outside to cool a sweltering person down.
Luckily (well, because of the heat, but not lucky for other reasons), you're all down in your basement "apartment" (or secret lair, if you want to sound badass) which is relatively cool. You've all recently formed a superhero/vigilante team, name pending. You all have backstories which you may or may not have shared. Now you have to work together to...do something. Be standard superheroes? Do good, but also try to make a boatload of cash along the way? Be grim vigilantes? Hmmm...decisions, decisions....
The basement is...an unfinished basement, besides a cracked linoleum floor. About 500 square feet. Cinder-block walls. Cobwebs in the corners. Dust-covered antique furniture stacked here and there. Crumbling cardboard boxes holding forgotten bric-a-brac.
You all have staked out separate zones, where you sleep, relax, and...have sex?
Since this is America in 2024, rent is $3000 a month. It hurts to even think about, but at least this property hasn't been gobbled up by sociopathic investors. It's the best you newbies can do right now. You've been here for about 2 weeks.
The person you're renting from is called Jimmy Z. He's the lead guitarist in a punk-rock band called Deadlifting Satan ("we've sold dozens of records"), who inherited this home and property from his parents, both of whom recently died from cancer. Jimmy doesn't seem too broken up about it: "They were jackasses, and didn't follow their treatment plans. Thought they knew better. Welp, their rotting carcasses say they didn't."
The home is about 1200 square feet, and Jimmy hasn't yet converted it to his rebel-punk style. Hummel figurines sit in random places, and bland landscape paintings hang dully on the walls. But he's making progress, such as hand-painting a raised fist on the wall of the master bathroom.
Unfortunately, Jimmy isn't renting out the actual home: "Need it to store our band gear, and gotta have space to throw our parties. You're all invited, of course...just not to live up here. Hope ya understand."
As you're doing whatever you're doing in the basement, it's Jimmy who clomps downstairs, cursing up a storm, sweat running down his somehow ripped body. Constant substance abuse and an insane sleeping schedule doesn't usually lead to impressive physical fitness. Maybe Jimmy sneaks in some push-ups and crunches when nobody's looking....
[ +- ] Jimmy Z
Punk Rocker (2)
Anarcho-Syndicalist (2)
Bisexual (1)
Gun Enthusiast (1)
"Oi! Ya know Mr. Johnson, that old jackass who lives next door? He just let that yappin' Pomeranian o' his shit on my lawn again! Ya'll know how to handle fuckers like that, don'tcha? Well, put him in his place once and for all, and I'll give ya a 50% refund on your rent!"
A pause.
"Actually, 50% is too much. 25%, which will be..."
Another pause. Math is hard.
"$750! An easy few minute's work! And yes, I do hate the fucker that much! He's called the cops on our parties at least five times, I'm pretty sure he's stolen some o' my mail, and he hates gays! Well, I ain't gay, only bisexual, but that don't dilute his disdain, lemme assure ya!"
"I would blast 'em with my AR-15...or maybe the 30-30, put 'em down like a deer...but ya know...prison and shit. But ya'll should be able to dominate his Boomer ass without too much bloodshed...right? Help me out, get moolah! Simple!"
Nov 14, 2024 10:22 pm
OOC:
In addition to your special gear, you'll all have a cell phone, some sort of computer (your choice, but laptop might be best), some clothes and toiletries, a bed or sleeping bag, etc. You're just starting out, but you're not so stricken by poverty that you've got absolutely nothing.You can choose not to have these things, if it doesn't fit your character. And some of you may have abilities that'll help you get out of this rut fairly quickly....
Nov 18, 2024 12:58 am
Lily didn’t have the best first impression of Jimmy Z when he cursed his parents for dying. She tried to consider to possibly that he was just lashing out because deep down inside he’s a loving son… Everybody deserves a second chance at a first impression!
Jimmy Z is given that chance when he offers the team a job: beat up an old man because of dog shit.
Jimmy Z is an asshole.
Lily gently says to her landlord, "Will that be seven hundred fifty in cash? I’m confident we can solve this problem with the least amount of bloodshed possible.
"Which is zero."
Jimmy Z is given that chance when he offers the team a job: beat up an old man because of dog shit.
Jimmy Z is an asshole.
Lily gently says to her landlord, "Will that be seven hundred fifty in cash? I’m confident we can solve this problem with the least amount of bloodshed possible.
"Which is zero."
Nov 18, 2024 1:29 am
"Cash? Sure, sure. Do the deed, and I'll zip down to an ATM and bring back the booty."
"Zero bloodshed? Suit yerself. As long as he understands that he ain't to fuck around with me and mine anymore. But trust me: once ya meet 'im, you'll want to draw some blood."
He then pushes up his sunglasses (yes, he wears them indoors sometimes), and looks more closely at Small Fry.
"You been doin' some bicep curls, Tiny Fry Girl? I admit, I ain't noticed it before, but those arms are poppin'!"
Are they really popping, or is Jimmy just "being nice"?
"Zero bloodshed? Suit yerself. As long as he understands that he ain't to fuck around with me and mine anymore. But trust me: once ya meet 'im, you'll want to draw some blood."
He then pushes up his sunglasses (yes, he wears them indoors sometimes), and looks more closely at Small Fry.
"You been doin' some bicep curls, Tiny Fry Girl? I admit, I ain't noticed it before, but those arms are poppin'!"
Are they really popping, or is Jimmy just "being nice"?
Nov 18, 2024 1:56 am
OOC:
I suppose Lily is ‘fit-not-fat,’ and all that size-shifting and becoming-fire has done wonders for her figure.—and be good. Hopefully, the rest of the team wants to handle this job in a wholesome, we’re-the-good-guys way.
Nov 18, 2024 10:31 pm
Fuchsia is wearing a cape despite the fact that she can't fly.
Well, I think getting to know the local community is a great idea! that'll give people a real opportunity to learn about who we are and what we're all about. Plus, if this guy is as bad as you say he is, her face is humoring, saying clearly he won't be as bad as you say he is, "Then it'll make great content.
Whips out her phone gets a picture of herself (peace sign) with Small Fry and Jimmy in the background.
#mysuperherojourney
Well, I think getting to know the local community is a great idea! that'll give people a real opportunity to learn about who we are and what we're all about. Plus, if this guy is as bad as you say he is, her face is humoring, saying clearly he won't be as bad as you say he is, "Then it'll make great content.
Whips out her phone gets a picture of herself (peace sign) with Small Fry and Jimmy in the background.
#mysuperherojourney
Nov 18, 2024 11:38 pm
She reviews the photo prior to posting it.
Oh my gosh, I totally forgot to apply the filter
She bathes the subterranean lair in a calming lavender making some of the dust and cobwebs a little less apparent and the room overall a lot less bleak and takes the photo over again.
This time she smiles while reviewing the photo. oh my gosh Lily we need to do one where we're like power posing and touching fists you know? she flashes the phone so that Jimmy and Small Fry can see the photo and asks permission before she posts it.
You on here? I'll tag you. She asks Jimmy
Oh my gosh, I totally forgot to apply the filter
She bathes the subterranean lair in a calming lavender making some of the dust and cobwebs a little less apparent and the room overall a lot less bleak and takes the photo over again.
This time she smiles while reviewing the photo. oh my gosh Lily we need to do one where we're like power posing and touching fists you know? she flashes the phone so that Jimmy and Small Fry can see the photo and asks permission before she posts it.
You on here? I'll tag you. She asks Jimmy
Nov 19, 2024 12:09 am
"On it, Dani—but if we’re gonna Power Pose, I gotta use my power!"
Lily disappears into her sweater dress faster than she can finish her sentence! As her clothing deflates onto the floor, Small Fry rises from the turtleneck!
She is as tiny and winged as Tinkerbell, and even the dress is borderline-twinzying the famous Disney fairy.The girth of a woman’s fist is about half a fairy’s height. So for the Power Pose, Small Fry touches her fist to Fuchsia Blu’s knuckle.
"I’m fine with you posting my image, Dani. Maybe if we do more group photos, your fans can help us name our team!"
Lily disappears into her sweater dress faster than she can finish her sentence! As her clothing deflates onto the floor, Small Fry rises from the turtleneck!
She is as tiny and winged as Tinkerbell, and even the dress is borderline-twinzying the famous Disney fairy.
[ +- ] 🧚🏻♀️ Flutterby Wings
Size: <15 cm tall
At under half a foot tall, Small Fry sprouts butterfly wings made of rainbow. She can truly fly! Her sundress starts to lose its form, appearing as a shred that forms a backless minidress (like Tinkerbell’s). She’s barefoot but still retains the benefit of Rockette Heels.
At under half a foot tall, Small Fry sprouts butterfly wings made of rainbow. She can truly fly! Her sundress starts to lose its form, appearing as a shred that forms a backless minidress (like Tinkerbell’s). She’s barefoot but still retains the benefit of Rockette Heels.
"I’m fine with you posting my image, Dani. Maybe if we do more group photos, your fans can help us name our team!"
Nov 19, 2024 12:15 am
Jimmy pats Fuchsia on the head, much like he'd pat a dog.
"Ya'll are adorable. I mean it. Truly. 100%."
"My band is on OmniNet. I'd rather we weren't, cuz it's made by OmniCorp, and those fascist shit-bags are ruinin' the world. But it's hard to get traction when ya ain't got a social media presence, so I gotta compromise."
"However, my fans would roast me if they saw me in some lavender mood-lighting with two grinnin' super-heroes...excuse me, super-heroines. Gotta give yer gender credit. See, I'm a punk rocker, so I gotta maintain a certain anti-establishment, gritty, rage-filled aesthetic...ya know? So I'd 'preciate it if ya don't tag me."
"But if ya ever want me in some sorta badass photo (maybe ya captured some fat-cat capitalist who was doin' illegal shit, and are givin' him a whuppin' to teach him not to mess with the proletariat), then I certainly want to be tagged!""Nice shrinkage, Smallgirl. Wish I had me some powers. Ya'll lemme know when there's a toxic waste spill, or a radioactive insect crawlin' around, so's I can join the superhuman ranks. Hmm...think I'd like a sonic scream! Really help me blast out those lyrics of ours!"
"Ya'll are adorable. I mean it. Truly. 100%."
"My band is on OmniNet. I'd rather we weren't, cuz it's made by OmniCorp, and those fascist shit-bags are ruinin' the world. But it's hard to get traction when ya ain't got a social media presence, so I gotta compromise."
"However, my fans would roast me if they saw me in some lavender mood-lighting with two grinnin' super-heroes...excuse me, super-heroines. Gotta give yer gender credit. See, I'm a punk rocker, so I gotta maintain a certain anti-establishment, gritty, rage-filled aesthetic...ya know? So I'd 'preciate it if ya don't tag me."
"But if ya ever want me in some sorta badass photo (maybe ya captured some fat-cat capitalist who was doin' illegal shit, and are givin' him a whuppin' to teach him not to mess with the proletariat), then I certainly want to be tagged!"
OOC:
I didn't see Sidekick's latest post before I put up Jimmy's response, so adding stuff....Nov 20, 2024 9:06 pm
Small Fry adjusts herself to Barbie-doll-size. Her wings dissipate as she alights onto an end table by the sofa. Ribbons of light swirl about to dress her more properly (in clothes that an actual Barbie would wear, in fact) and with sensible shoes."Thanks…" She smiles at Jimmy’s compliment. "…my power is probably not the one that’ll make people jealous, except for the inexplicable ability to Magical-Girl outfits onto myself." She catches herself admiring her newly-formed pink-and-orange floral print frock. "But y’know… when life gives ya lemons, you make meringue, right?"
Lily is so full of shit. She loves her power. Thanks to it, she’ll never get stuck with a boring office job. And if she stays small all the time, she can live well in a Barbie Dreamhouse—or splurge and get several Lego Friends sets and build her own fairy mansion! Or if I can do that castle thing like Elsa, but with sunshine-and-rainbow instead of ice…!
[ +- ] 👠 Rockette Heels
Size: <30 cm tall
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
Lily is so full of shit. She loves her power. Thanks to it, she’ll never get stuck with a boring office job. And if she stays small all the time, she can live well in a Barbie Dreamhouse—or splurge and get several Lego Friends sets and build her own fairy mansion! Or if I can do that castle thing like Elsa, but with sunshine-and-rainbow instead of ice…!
Nov 21, 2024 9:24 am
Darshelle
>>>"Should be an easy enough job. I can have it handled it in about ten minutes. Give or take." She rose up off the couch, folding the newspaper under her arm and flashed a brief, toothy smile at the others as she headed for the stairs up to ground level.
Nov 21, 2024 1:32 pm
Victor had been sitting in his own corner of the basement, tapping away on his laptop and listening to music his earbuds, so he hadn't noticed at first when Jimmy came downstairs. Eventually, though, he feels something brushing against his leg. He looks down to see Hilde gesturing with her head in Jimmy's direction. Victor sighs at the cat, then plucks out his earbuds and turns around. "What's happening now?"
Once he's up to speed, he nods. "Alright, let's do this. I doubt I'll need to 'bring the thunder' just to talk to some old fart."
Once he's up to speed, he nods. "Alright, let's do this. I doubt I'll need to 'bring the thunder' just to talk to some old fart."
Nov 21, 2024 3:34 pm
"Yeah but… eggs, sugar and lemons too if it’s lemon mer… never mind." Small Fry stammers a bit as everyone heads upstairs—Victor decidedly unpowered, Doppelgänger definitely powered, and Fuchsia… well, she’s got her cape on.
Doubling in size as she leaps off the end table, Small Fry tosses her clothes to her corner of the basement and grows just shy of 4’11".
"Okay. Operation Get-Off-My-Landlord’s-Lawn is in progress!" Lily says, sounding somewhat winded as she attempts to run up the stairs while still a little disoriented from yo-yo-size-shifting.
Doubling in size as she leaps off the end table, Small Fry tosses her clothes to her corner of the basement and grows just shy of 4’11".
"Okay. Operation Get-Off-My-Landlord’s-Lawn is in progress!" Lily says, sounding somewhat winded as she attempts to run up the stairs while still a little disoriented from yo-yo-size-shifting.
Nov 21, 2024 4:52 pm
I mean, I feel like Darshelle's pretty much got this, but I guess it'll be nice to get outside, and we can finally get that group shot
She checks herself quickly on her phone camera, moves her bangs around a little bit and comes running up after the group,
Wait for me!
She checks herself quickly on her phone camera, moves her bangs around a little bit and comes running up after the group,
Wait for me!
Nov 21, 2024 7:59 pm
Jimmy follows behind, grinning wolfishly. You all exit the home, right into the summer heat. As Jimmy said, there stands a pudgy, sour-faced older man: Mr. Johnson, your landlord's foe and next-door neighbor. Jimmy hangs back on the porch, since he's paying you all to deal with this jackass.
Though Johnson is standing on his own property now, you can clearly see a moist pile of dog shit on Jimmy's lawn. The culprit stands next to Mr. Johnson: his yapping Pomeranian, named Misty. Her yaps intensify as you all approach. One wonders how Johnson can stand the nonstop racket. But perhaps he enjoys beings perpetually irritated, and wouldn't know what to do with happiness....
Though Johnson is standing on his own property now, you can clearly see a moist pile of dog shit on Jimmy's lawn. The culprit stands next to Mr. Johnson: his yapping Pomeranian, named Misty. Her yaps intensify as you all approach. One wonders how Johnson can stand the nonstop racket. But perhaps he enjoys beings perpetually irritated, and wouldn't know what to do with happiness....
Nov 21, 2024 8:00 pm
Mr. Johnson sneers at the group, sweat running down his face.
"Lookit this freak show! Three bimbos and a pathetic geek! You women look like you're gonna use your Gender Studies degrees to lecture me about The Patriarchy, while the little boy looks like he's about to piss his britches!"
"Lemme guess: ya'll are mad about Misty's poo. Well, I don't care! I've had it up to here with Jimmy's noise, poor attitude, and un-American ways! I wish his folks woulda disowned him, so he wouldn't move in here and ruin this nice neighborhood!"
"Well, ya'll got something to say? Spit it out! I ain't scared of you bozos!"
His stats:
Angry Old Codger (3)
Ex-High School Football Star Who Still Daydreams About the Glory Days (3)
Misty's stats:
Really Irritating Yapper (1)
"Lookit this freak show! Three bimbos and a pathetic geek! You women look like you're gonna use your Gender Studies degrees to lecture me about The Patriarchy, while the little boy looks like he's about to piss his britches!"
"Lemme guess: ya'll are mad about Misty's poo. Well, I don't care! I've had it up to here with Jimmy's noise, poor attitude, and un-American ways! I wish his folks woulda disowned him, so he wouldn't move in here and ruin this nice neighborhood!"
"Well, ya'll got something to say? Spit it out! I ain't scared of you bozos!"
His stats:
Angry Old Codger (3)
Ex-High School Football Star Who Still Daydreams About the Glory Days (3)
Misty's stats:
Really Irritating Yapper (1)
OOC:
Johnson and Misty have "attacked" you all! This "combat" will be an argument. Remember: there are appropriate and inappropriate cliches, depending on the combat type. Ask me if you need clarification for a particular cliche. Everyone roll flat d20s!Nov 21, 2024 9:03 pm
Small Fry strikes a pose she learned in Women’s Empowerment 101. "Attractiveness and promiscuity have no correlashit, I’m shrinking!"
Her voice dwindles wither her body as she accidentally triggers her power!
Her voice dwindles wither her body as she accidentally triggers her power!
Rolls
Init - (d20)
(13) = 13
Nov 21, 2024 9:34 pm
"P-pathetic?" Victor whimpers. Hilde yowls and hisses at Misty.
Rolls
Initiative - (d20)
(3) = 3
Nov 21, 2024 9:42 pm
Fuchsia is floored by this dude's attitude.
Oh. My. God. Are you for real right now?
Oh. My. God. Are you for real right now?
Rolls
Are you serious? - (d20)
(2) = 2
Nov 21, 2024 10:51 pm
Init so far:
20: Mr. Johnson
13: Small Fry
3: Victor
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
A tie, huh? I'm ruling that init ties always go in favor of the players. If players tie among themselves, they'll decide who goes first.
20: Mr. Johnson
13: Small Fry
3: Victor
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
A tie, huh? I'm ruling that init ties always go in favor of the players. If players tie among themselves, they'll decide who goes first.
Nov 22, 2024 9:28 am
Darshelle
Rolls
Init - (d20)
(19) = 19
Nov 22, 2024 9:28 pm
20: Mr. Johnson
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Working on Johnson's post now.
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Working on Johnson's post now.
Nov 22, 2024 9:37 pm
Johnson decides to direct his codger-ness at Victor. He points a chubby finger at the lad, and blasts him with a cloud of rank breath.
"Ughh...the very sight of you pisses me off, you virgin weenie! Why don't you scurry back to your basement and log on to one of them MMOMORPGGs, or whatever they're called! Bet that's all you're good for, clicking your mouse and banging on your keyboard! If you tried to do 10 push-ups, you'd go into cardiac arrest!"
How will Victor defend himself?!
"Ughh...the very sight of you pisses me off, you virgin weenie! Why don't you scurry back to your basement and log on to one of them MMOMORPGGs, or whatever they're called! Bet that's all you're good for, clicking your mouse and banging on your keyboard! If you tried to do 10 push-ups, you'd go into cardiac arrest!"
How will Victor defend himself?!
OOC:
Johnson is using Angry Old Codger to attack Victor, but he's pumping it up by 1 dice! This is an appropriate cliche. Victor, choose your defense, and then roll!Rolls
Angry Old Codger, +1 Pumped - (4d6)
(4613) = 14
Nov 25, 2024 11:38 am
"Jeez, man! Th-that's harsh!" Victor stammers. The old man's insults hit home, and he shrinks back away from him, his self-esteem bruised and hurting.
Last edited November 25, 2024 11:39 am
Rolls
Mild-Mannered Alter Ego - (3d6)
(163) = 10
Nov 25, 2024 8:50 pm
Johnson chuckles, and keeps wagging his finger in Victor's face.
"Just like I thought! Ain't got no spine! You just float around like a damn jellyfish!"
Johnson won the contest, so Victor loses 1 dice. But Johnson also pumped, so he still lost 1 dice himself.
20: Mr. Johnson -- down to Angry Old Codger (2)
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Doppelganger's/Darshelle's turn.
"Just like I thought! Ain't got no spine! You just float around like a damn jellyfish!"
Johnson won the contest, so Victor loses 1 dice. But Johnson also pumped, so he still lost 1 dice himself.
20: Mr. Johnson -- down to Angry Old Codger (2)
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Doppelganger's/Darshelle's turn.
Nov 26, 2024 2:18 am
>>> Without missing a beat, Doppelganger shifted into Mr. Johnson's form and leaned into the man's face. "Ughh...the very sight of you pisses me off, you wizened weenie! Why don't you scurry back to your basement and log on to one of them Boomer chats on 'tha Facebook, or whatever they're called! Bet that's all you're good for, clicking your mouse and banging on your keyboard! If you tried to do 10 push-ups, you'd go into cardiac arrest! When yer done cryin' about that, you can go put on your wife's clothes she left behind when she divorced your custy ass!" The mirror Mr Johnson sat back and crossed his arms, scowling at the real thing as if he'd stepped in the Pomeranian's doo.
OOC:
Doppelganger is using Shapeshifting Virtuoso to give Johnson a taste of his own vitriol.Rolls
Shapeshifting Virtuoso - (4d6)
(4214) = 11
Nov 26, 2024 2:50 am
Johnson is clearly taken aback by his mirror, as he takes two big steps back, stops the finger-wagging, and spends a good 10 seconds rubbing his sweaty chin before responding.
"My wife (sweet Mary Ellen, she'd be rolling in her grave if she saw what I have to deal with now) ain't divorced me! She died of cancer! Multiple myeloma! So show some respect, you shape-shifting jackass! I bet you don't even have a real identity! You just choose what to become based on the mood of the moment! Like the virgin weenie here, you ain't got no substance!"
"My wife (sweet Mary Ellen, she'd be rolling in her grave if she saw what I have to deal with now) ain't divorced me! She died of cancer! Multiple myeloma! So show some respect, you shape-shifting jackass! I bet you don't even have a real identity! You just choose what to become based on the mood of the moment! Like the virgin weenie here, you ain't got no substance!"
OOC:
Ruling that Shapeshifting Virtuoso is appropriate. It's one of those Swiss Army Knife cliches that can be anything, really. Johnson is again using Angry Old Codger to defend himself, no pumps this time.Rolls
Angry Old Codger - (2d6)
(36) = 9
Nov 26, 2024 2:53 am
Mirror Johnson's words cut deep! But the real Johnson still has one full cliche, plus the loyal aid of his irritating dog....
20: Mr. Johnson -- down to Angry Old Codger (1)
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Now it's Small Fry's turn.
20: Mr. Johnson -- down to Angry Old Codger (1)
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Now it's Small Fry's turn.
Nov 26, 2024 6:04 am
Small Fry was on the verge of making a similarly cruel assumption about the old man, but given what happened to his wife…
The Barbie-sized heroine-wannabe hovers to eye level with Mr. Johnson. "Okay, first of all, you keep calling Victor a virgin like it’s a bad thing. Have you considered the possibility that us girls feel safe around Victor because he doesn’t see us as potential additions to his Body Count?
"Second, I’m sorry about your wife. Jimmy Z lost his parents to cancer, and… I’m not trying to excuse his noisy habits. But I am saying both of you have suffered losses and your anger is understandable. But maybe having Misty defecate on his property isn’t the answer."
Small Fry offers one. "How about you help us help you? All you gotta do is tell us you’ll clean up after your dog, and while you’re at it, you tell us one thing we can ask if Jimmy Z."
The Barbie-sized heroine-wannabe hovers to eye level with Mr. Johnson. "Okay, first of all, you keep calling Victor a virgin like it’s a bad thing. Have you considered the possibility that us girls feel safe around Victor because he doesn’t see us as potential additions to his Body Count?
"Second, I’m sorry about your wife. Jimmy Z lost his parents to cancer, and… I’m not trying to excuse his noisy habits. But I am saying both of you have suffered losses and your anger is understandable. But maybe having Misty defecate on his property isn’t the answer."
Small Fry offers one. "How about you help us help you? All you gotta do is tell us you’ll clean up after your dog, and while you’re at it, you tell us one thing we can ask if Jimmy Z."
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(531) = 9
Nov 26, 2024 9:46 pm
Again, Mr. Johnson takes a long pause before answering. It seems Small Fry's empathy has melted at least a portion of his cold heart.
But only a portion. Johnson can't let go of his anger; rather than using his football glory days to throw you all off-balance, he decides to stick with scorn and finger-pointing, even though he's worn down.
"Listen, midget: Jimmy doesn't give a hoot about his parents' deaths! He was just happy to inherit their property and money! My loss is real! His is just a...a celebration!"
"Why don't you try usin' that sunny disposition of yours on that punk rock degenerate?! I don't need to be fixed! He does!"
But only a portion. Johnson can't let go of his anger; rather than using his football glory days to throw you all off-balance, he decides to stick with scorn and finger-pointing, even though he's worn down.
"Listen, midget: Jimmy doesn't give a hoot about his parents' deaths! He was just happy to inherit their property and money! My loss is real! His is just a...a celebration!"
"Why don't you try usin' that sunny disposition of yours on that punk rock degenerate?! I don't need to be fixed! He does!"
Rolls
Angry Old Codger - (1d6)
(5) = 5
Nov 26, 2024 9:49 pm
Johnson is defeated! He steps back from the argument, huffing and sweating, but still staring daggers at you all.
20: Mr. Johnson -- down to Angry Old Codger (0)
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Victor's turn. Can you all defeat the incessantly yapping Misty?! (Spoiler: you will.)
20: Mr. Johnson -- down to Angry Old Codger (0)
19: Doppelganger/Darshelle
13: Small Fry
3: Victor -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
2: Fuchsia Blu
2: Misty
Victor's turn. Can you all defeat the incessantly yapping Misty?! (Spoiler: you will.)
Nov 27, 2024 8:52 am
Victor sighs with relief when Mr. Johnson backs down. His little dog continues to yap. Hilde narrows her eyes as she walks up to the dog and sizes Misty up. Then, she reaches out with a paw and gives the pup a smack on the nose!
Rolls
Spirit Guide - (3d6)
(342) = 9
Nov 28, 2024 12:50 am
Mr. Johnson sputters as he sees his doggy get (in his opinion) sucker-pawed, but he can't do anything to defend Misty, as he's already been whupped during this argument.
Misty's yaps stop for a brief moment...then resume with even more gusto! She's not going to let some arrogant cat get the best of her! And with unparalleled nobility, Misty refuses to physically retaliate...since this was, after all, an argument, not a brawl. Yaps only!
Having claimed the moral high ground, will Misty prevail?
Misty's yaps stop for a brief moment...then resume with even more gusto! She's not going to let some arrogant cat get the best of her! And with unparalleled nobility, Misty refuses to physically retaliate...since this was, after all, an argument, not a brawl. Yaps only!
Having claimed the moral high ground, will Misty prevail?
Rolls
Really Irritating Yapper (1) - (1d6)
(5) = 5
Nov 28, 2024 12:56 am
She will not. Hilde's "spirit guide aura" is too much for the normal doggy to handle. Misty quickly scurries behind Johnson, still yapping, but definitely beaten.
Victory is yours! Per the rules, you now get to decide what happens to your foes. Within reason, since this was just an argument. If there's no consensus, I'll put up a poll.
Victor, it'll take about 1 hour for you to heal your missing dice. Positive self-talk, cuddles with Hilde, comfort food...whatever you think is appropriate to reduce the sting of Johnson's insults.
Victory is yours! Per the rules, you now get to decide what happens to your foes. Within reason, since this was just an argument. If there's no consensus, I'll put up a poll.
Victor, it'll take about 1 hour for you to heal your missing dice. Positive self-talk, cuddles with Hilde, comfort food...whatever you think is appropriate to reduce the sting of Johnson's insults.
Nov 28, 2024 1:16 am
What Small Fry wants is a peaceful resolution, so she (quietly) suggests to her teammates, "Okay, if we’re gonna be superheroes, saving elderly curmudgeons is part of the job, and I honestly don’t want to be associated with Jimmy Z’s assholery. I just want my quarter of his $750 reward and to earn it by really solving the problem.
"So how about we just politely ask the man to please clean after his dog, and my offer still stands: if he asks something of Jimmy Z, I’ll happily pass on his request." Thibking on that a bit, she adds, "if it’s reasonable. And after we get paid. I’m nice, not stupid."
"So how about we just politely ask the man to please clean after his dog, and my offer still stands: if he asks something of Jimmy Z, I’ll happily pass on his request." Thibking on that a bit, she adds, "if it’s reasonable. And after we get paid. I’m nice, not stupid."
Nov 28, 2024 3:04 pm
Darshelle
>>> Having shifted back to Darshelle's form, Doppelganger listened to Small Fry's plea for a no-hostility resolution. "The guy is lonely and afraid...and angry. He's lashing out because he wasn't taught how to deal with his feelin's." she said almost sadly. "That's why he folded when he got a good look at himself when I turned his words and face back on him. I don't think he recognizes who he's become... Not that he was probably much of a charmer when he was younger, either." Doppelganger felt like the man could be rehabilitated with a stronger community connection but that was something to work in later. In the meanwhile, there was another concern that needed to be addressed. "Did you notice that he said his wife died of cancer? Jimmy's parents also died of cancer, right? I wonder if there's a link?"
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Dec 2, 2024 11:32 am
Hilde self-righteously returns to Victor's side, purring and rubbing against his leg. Victor is still a bit shaken by the tongue-lashing Mr. Johnson gave him, but he nods to the others. "It's worth looking into, D," he says to Doppelganger. "I agree with Small Fry. So long as he agrees to leave us and Jimmy alone."
Dec 2, 2024 7:50 pm
Wow, that's some good thinking Darshelle.
Dani looks at her water bottle suddenly disgusted and dumps it out on the lawn.
You don't think it was something environmental do you? She starts looking around at the power lines, at the sky, at the ground and lands on Mr Johnson,
Hey Mister, it sounds like maybe you knew Jimmy's parents? Can you tell us about them? Did you and your wife have anything in common with them besides living next door to eachother?
Dani looks at her water bottle suddenly disgusted and dumps it out on the lawn.
You don't think it was something environmental do you? She starts looking around at the power lines, at the sky, at the ground and lands on Mr Johnson,
Hey Mister, it sounds like maybe you knew Jimmy's parents? Can you tell us about them? Did you and your wife have anything in common with them besides living next door to eachother?
Dec 2, 2024 9:10 pm
Unfortunately, Johnson is now a weary old codger, and refuses to answer any of your inquiries. He only notes his "special request": that Jimmy "stop being an asshole."
He trudges back to his open garage, returns with a pooper scooper, and cleans up Misty's mess. He then nods to you all; it's more perfunctory than respectful, but at least his rage is no longer boiling over.
Muttering: "I'll clean up her messes from now on."
He walks back inside his home with the now-quiet Misty...and now Jimmy walks up, grinning like a madman.
He trudges back to his open garage, returns with a pooper scooper, and cleans up Misty's mess. He then nods to you all; it's more perfunctory than respectful, but at least his rage is no longer boiling over.
Muttering: "I'll clean up her messes from now on."
He walks back inside his home with the now-quiet Misty...and now Jimmy walks up, grinning like a madman.
Dec 2, 2024 9:33 pm
"Fuckin' righteous, group-that-doesn't-have-a-name-yet! (You should really start brainstorming.) Never seen that ancient dingleberry so flustered! And his always-yappin' stupid rat even got quiet!"
But then, hearing your questions about cancer, Jimmy takes a long, uncharacteristic pause, during which he cracks his knuckles in an unsettling manner.
"Cancer rates, eh? Touchy subject around here. Ya see, there's a big OmniCorp cell phone factory about eight miles outta town, way in the boonies. All the peasants think the pay is good, and there ain't many other jobs 'round here, so everyone just swallows OmniCorp's shit...and there's a nice, thick flow o' that shit, believe me. Lotsa workers gettin' cancer, strange stories, etc. etc. Both my parents worked at that factory, so did the Johnsons. Mr. Johnson's still kickin', obviously, but I'd be surprised if a cancer diagnosis wasn't in his future."
"Me and the band have protested outside the factory a few times, even wrote a song ("OmniCancer", made it to #254 on Spotify's Anti-Corporate Anthems [Punk or Rock] list), but the lemmings 'round here don't care. Shit, the country doesn't care. All you have to do is say 'jobs,' and everyone rolls over."
"You supes thinkin' of investigating? Good luck. You'll need it. OmniCorp basically owns this country. But if ya'll perish in the attempt, I'll write a bittersweet, raging song about ya!"
"Aight, time to get that $750, as promised! Gotta run down to an ATM!"
He hops into his beater Toyota Corolla, and peels off down the quiet neighborhood street.
What's your next step? Some options:
1) Investigate this factory, or OmniCorp in general.
2) Hang out and get to know each other. Who knows, some mission might fall into your laps.
3) Log on to Hero Help Now, the most popular website connecting heroes with those in need, to see if anyone nearby needs assistance.
4) Travel into town to see what's happening.
But then, hearing your questions about cancer, Jimmy takes a long, uncharacteristic pause, during which he cracks his knuckles in an unsettling manner.
"Cancer rates, eh? Touchy subject around here. Ya see, there's a big OmniCorp cell phone factory about eight miles outta town, way in the boonies. All the peasants think the pay is good, and there ain't many other jobs 'round here, so everyone just swallows OmniCorp's shit...and there's a nice, thick flow o' that shit, believe me. Lotsa workers gettin' cancer, strange stories, etc. etc. Both my parents worked at that factory, so did the Johnsons. Mr. Johnson's still kickin', obviously, but I'd be surprised if a cancer diagnosis wasn't in his future."
"Me and the band have protested outside the factory a few times, even wrote a song ("OmniCancer", made it to #254 on Spotify's Anti-Corporate Anthems [Punk or Rock] list), but the lemmings 'round here don't care. Shit, the country doesn't care. All you have to do is say 'jobs,' and everyone rolls over."
"You supes thinkin' of investigating? Good luck. You'll need it. OmniCorp basically owns this country. But if ya'll perish in the attempt, I'll write a bittersweet, raging song about ya!"
"Aight, time to get that $750, as promised! Gotta run down to an ATM!"
He hops into his beater Toyota Corolla, and peels off down the quiet neighborhood street.
What's your next step? Some options:
1) Investigate this factory, or OmniCorp in general.
2) Hang out and get to know each other. Who knows, some mission might fall into your laps.
3) Log on to Hero Help Now, the most popular website connecting heroes with those in need, to see if anyone nearby needs assistance.
4) Travel into town to see what's happening.
Dec 3, 2024 8:18 pm
Small Fry grows back to her full height… almost. She stops a few inches short, about 4’7" or -8".
"Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think we could use a warm-up mission or two before we take on evil corporations.
"Maybe we should come up with a way to patrol?" Her eyes flit from non-powered-Victor to caped-Fuchsia-Blu to the current form of Doppelgänger. "I’m not the only flyer here, am I?"
"Well, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think we could use a warm-up mission or two before we take on evil corporations.
"Maybe we should come up with a way to patrol?" Her eyes flit from non-powered-Victor to caped-Fuchsia-Blu to the current form of Doppelgänger. "I’m not the only flyer here, am I?"
OOC:
Choosing Option 4, but I’m actually fine with any option if one of you has a strong preference.Dec 3, 2024 10:16 pm
Fuchsia answers wistfully, I wish I could fly. I think that would be so awesome. as she says this the sun appears to shine on her just a little bit lighter.
but now on to business, Don't sell us short Small Fry, I think taking on a major evil corporation is just the kind of boost our team is going to need if we want to get noticed alongside with the majors. I say, the more needlessly complex the plan, the better the content!
Speaking of branding, I think Jimmy's totally right on one thing, if we're going to be memorable we need to have a name. Let's see... There are four of us and we're all Fantastic, so... no, wait, that's already taken, Maybe we could be like some sort of squad, or force? The Fource? no that's stupid, I don't know I'm not great at coming up with names. what do you guys think? Would it help if we start with like a mission statement or something? Like we should have a name that says we're here to do good and protect people...
but now on to business, Don't sell us short Small Fry, I think taking on a major evil corporation is just the kind of boost our team is going to need if we want to get noticed alongside with the majors. I say, the more needlessly complex the plan, the better the content!
Speaking of branding, I think Jimmy's totally right on one thing, if we're going to be memorable we need to have a name. Let's see... There are four of us and we're all Fantastic, so... no, wait, that's already taken, Maybe we could be like some sort of squad, or force? The Fource? no that's stupid, I don't know I'm not great at coming up with names. what do you guys think? Would it help if we start with like a mission statement or something? Like we should have a name that says we're here to do good and protect people...
Dec 3, 2024 10:36 pm
"The Doo-Gooders… ’cause our first mission was about picking up doo? Sorry, I’ll just… boo myself."
Small Fry dwindles to knee-high as she explains her unfunny wordplay.
Small Fry dwindles to knee-high as she explains her unfunny wordplay.
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Dec 4, 2024 11:35 am
"Yeah, I don't know if we're ready to just barge straight into a factory of evil," Victor says. "Maybe we should try Googling it first? Do a little research so we know what we're getting ourselves into?"
He groans at Small Fry's name suggestion. "Ugh. No. Maybe something simple, like the Champions, or the Crusaders, at least until we can figure out something more dramatic?"
He groans at Small Fry's name suggestion. "Ugh. No. Maybe something simple, like the Champions, or the Crusaders, at least until we can figure out something more dramatic?"
Dec 4, 2024 6:15 pm
Darshelle
Dec 4, 2024 7:21 pm
That's exactly what I'm talking about you guys! Recon! This is step one of the complex plan.
Dani is looking up the corporate website on her phone. I mean, if there's some pressing heroics that need doing, we'll do them right? But maybe just out of curiousity, let's just take a peek at this website and see if they happen to be hiring maybe...
Lol, I'm not sure I want to be known for that particular heroic deed...
Maybe you're right Darshelle, maybe Fource isn't so bad.
How about a modifier, like, The Dynamic Fource, or The Fierce Fource (if you prefer alliteration) or like we could blend it with Victor's suggestion and just call ourselves like, The Crusading Fource or something?
Dani is looking up the corporate website on her phone. I mean, if there's some pressing heroics that need doing, we'll do them right? But maybe just out of curiousity, let's just take a peek at this website and see if they happen to be hiring maybe...
Legendary_Sidekick says:
"The Doo-Gooders…Maybe you're right Darshelle, maybe Fource isn't so bad.
How about a modifier, like, The Dynamic Fource, or The Fierce Fource (if you prefer alliteration) or like we could blend it with Victor's suggestion and just call ourselves like, The Crusading Fource or something?
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Dec 4, 2024 10:48 pm
If you all were to do a quick Google search (or an OmniSearch) of OmniCorp, you'd learn that the gargantuan multi-national corporation has achieved dominance across multiple sectors. They have subsidiaries in cell phone tech (OmniPhone), retail (OmniStore), media and entertainment (OmniStream), social media (OmniNet), manufacturing (OmniFab), and logistics (OmniExpress).
With an annual revenue of $1.8 trillion, a global workforce of 2 million people, and (perhaps most importantly) a rumored lobbying budget of $10 billion, OmniCorp is an indomitable institution.
The mainstream media and politicians of all stripes fawn over the corporation, as OmniCorp pays "good" wages (but of course, crushes all unionization efforts), and maintains a "large" American workforce.
However, muckrakers and rebels have OmniCorp directly in their sights. Tons of safety and environmental regulations, convoluted accounting, executives with obscene pay packages, smaller towns bludgeoned into doing OmniCorp's will, a phalanx of lawyers ready to sue any of the corporation's foes into oblivion, law enforcement "persuaded" to harass these same foes...standard stuff for this company.
The factory near Small Town has been criticized by many for the issues Jimmy mentioned, but so have other OmniCorp factories. OmniCorp usually pays an "independent" entity to inspect these factories, and these "watchdogs" or "auditors" always give the factory an A+ grade. It's almost like they're not truly independent at all....
And yes, they're hiring for tons of positions, including here at the Small Town factory.
While you're mulling over all this, Jimmy Z returns.
With an annual revenue of $1.8 trillion, a global workforce of 2 million people, and (perhaps most importantly) a rumored lobbying budget of $10 billion, OmniCorp is an indomitable institution.
The mainstream media and politicians of all stripes fawn over the corporation, as OmniCorp pays "good" wages (but of course, crushes all unionization efforts), and maintains a "large" American workforce.
However, muckrakers and rebels have OmniCorp directly in their sights. Tons of safety and environmental regulations, convoluted accounting, executives with obscene pay packages, smaller towns bludgeoned into doing OmniCorp's will, a phalanx of lawyers ready to sue any of the corporation's foes into oblivion, law enforcement "persuaded" to harass these same foes...standard stuff for this company.
The factory near Small Town has been criticized by many for the issues Jimmy mentioned, but so have other OmniCorp factories. OmniCorp usually pays an "independent" entity to inspect these factories, and these "watchdogs" or "auditors" always give the factory an A+ grade. It's almost like they're not truly independent at all....
And yes, they're hiring for tons of positions, including here at the Small Town factory.
While you're mulling over all this, Jimmy Z returns.
Dec 4, 2024 10:56 pm
After parking his car, Jimmy walks over and quickly counts out $187 for each of you. Yes, that's only $748, but you all don't care about an extra 50 cents each, do you? Of course not!
Chuckling, the punk rocker slaps each of you on the back: "Pleasure doin' bidness with ya, heroes and heroines! If any o' the other neighbors start botherin' me, I might enlist your services again. Or maybe you can provide security at one o' our shows? I don't mind some fierce mosh-pitting, but when the blood starts flowin' and the bones start crackin', it's a bit much, ya know? I can't play guitar with broken fingers!"
Hearing a review of your potential names, he laughs.
"How about the Foursome? HAHA! That'll get your enemies thinkin' certain thoughts!"
He saunters over to the open garage, to tinker with this and that, leaving you all to your discussion.
Chuckling, the punk rocker slaps each of you on the back: "Pleasure doin' bidness with ya, heroes and heroines! If any o' the other neighbors start botherin' me, I might enlist your services again. Or maybe you can provide security at one o' our shows? I don't mind some fierce mosh-pitting, but when the blood starts flowin' and the bones start crackin', it's a bit much, ya know? I can't play guitar with broken fingers!"
Hearing a review of your potential names, he laughs.
"How about the Foursome? HAHA! That'll get your enemies thinkin' certain thoughts!"
He saunters over to the open garage, to tinker with this and that, leaving you all to your discussion.
Dec 4, 2024 11:39 pm
Small Fry attempts to Shrink to Subatomic Size to dodge the pat on the back!
"I didn’t consent to being touched!"
—Lily’s surroundings are no more than a sea of electrons, whirling and whizzing about! As a wave passes all around her, the subatomic particles are like fireflies swarming golf balls. She wants to catch on in her hand… but her hand is strangely smooth and not completely defined as a human hand. Her skin at this size has a quasar-bright chartreuse glow. Each finger is like the point of a star—
"I didn’t consent to being touched!"
—Lily’s surroundings are no more than a sea of electrons, whirling and whizzing about! As a wave passes all around her, the subatomic particles are like fireflies swarming golf balls. She wants to catch on in her hand… but her hand is strangely smooth and not completely defined as a human hand. Her skin at this size has a quasar-bright chartreuse glow. Each finger is like the point of a star—
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Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(4453) = 16
Dec 5, 2024 12:05 am
OOC:
Not so fast! Jimmy is going all out to get that pat. Technically, this will be a single action conflict.Rolls
Punk Rocker, +2 pumped - (4d6)
(3111) = 6
Dec 5, 2024 12:16 am
Perhaps Jimmy should appreciate personal boundaries, but he's a punk rocker, and used to being the metaphorical fly in the soup. So he tries his damnedest to pat/swat/flick/at least touch the rapidly shrinking heroine.
Failure! Having exerted his punk-ness to the utmost to try and accomplish this usually simple task, Jimmy now feels...normal? Like he wants to write a letter to the editor complaining about garden gnomes or some shit...or sit on a recliner and binge-watch Ice Road Truckers...or utter "Another day, another dollar," or some similar banality....
In short, he feels like his parents!
His garage-tinkering intensifies, as he tries to recover his rebellious nature. It'll take some time, though. If only Small Fry hadn't been so uptight about harmless physical contact!
Failure! Having exerted his punk-ness to the utmost to try and accomplish this usually simple task, Jimmy now feels...normal? Like he wants to write a letter to the editor complaining about garden gnomes or some shit...or sit on a recliner and binge-watch Ice Road Truckers...or utter "Another day, another dollar," or some similar banality....
In short, he feels like his parents!
His garage-tinkering intensifies, as he tries to recover his rebellious nature. It'll take some time, though. If only Small Fry hadn't been so uptight about harmless physical contact!
Dec 5, 2024 12:24 am
—a spark appears as Jimmy Z’s hand whiffs past where Small Fry vanished.
The fairy-like heroine reappears, clothed in a swirl of colored light that eventually settles to the shape of a Tinkerbell dress.
She is so shaken from her first sub-nanometric experience—‘drunk’ with unprecedented giddiness—she fails to notice her landlord’s dejected slump.
The fairy-like heroine reappears, clothed in a swirl of colored light that eventually settles to the shape of a Tinkerbell dress.
She is so shaken from her first sub-nanometric experience—‘drunk’ with unprecedented giddiness—she fails to notice her landlord’s dejected slump.
OOC:
Huh. So *that’s* what happens when a punk gets punked. Whoopsie.Dec 5, 2024 7:15 pm
Check it out, they have a ton of open positions, maybe we could get somebody on the inside? Ear to the ground, gather some intel, that kinda thing? Look they have a ton of openings. Maybe if I got a job as a delivery driver I could do double duty as roaming patrol while I'm delivering packages ya know? Because, like, I don't have a car... She looks at the cash in hand.
Like maybe we could pool our money and get like a van or something? I guess we could all get bikes?...
That settles it, I'm getting a job
She submits an application
Also, they're like the biggest employer in town. Maybe we could find out where these people drink. She pulls up her phone, "Closest bar to Omnicorp facility" followed by bus route information. I mean, that seems like as good a place as any to start our patrol to me, right? what do you guys think?
She adds, I like Fierce Fource, That sounds cool to me, so that gets my vote for team name.
Like maybe we could pool our money and get like a van or something? I guess we could all get bikes?...
That settles it, I'm getting a job
She submits an application
Also, they're like the biggest employer in town. Maybe we could find out where these people drink. She pulls up her phone, "Closest bar to Omnicorp facility" followed by bus route information. I mean, that seems like as good a place as any to start our patrol to me, right? what do you guys think?
She adds, I like Fierce Fource, That sounds cool to me, so that gets my vote for team name.
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Dec 5, 2024 9:27 pm
Fuchsia finds 3 entry-level job postings for the Small Town factory.
Job Posting 1: Assembly Line Operator
Description: Assemble cutting-edge cell phone components in a fast-paced environment. No experience needed; training provided. Must have strong attention to detail and the ability to stand for extended periods. Competitive hourly pay with overtime opportunities.
Job Posting 2: Material Handler
Description: Ensure production lines stay stocked with materials. Duties include moving raw materials and finished goods, operating forklifts (certification a plus), and maintaining inventory accuracy. Minimal experience required. Growth opportunities available.
Job Posting 3: Quality Control Inspector
Description: Inspect products for defects and ensure compliance with OmniCorp’s high standards. Basic familiarity with manufacturing or electronics is preferred, but not required. Excellent training program and potential for advancement.
If Fuchsia (or anyone else) has specific skills (management, accounting, scientific training, etc.), there are more options available. If not, these 3 are the best options to get hired.
Which one will you choose? Or will you apply to all of them, and see what happens?
Also, anyone who applies needs to write out a resume! Make it detailed and engaging! OmniCorp is looking for corporate slaves team players!
The nearest bar is called The Last Round, located on the outskirts of Small Town. It sounds like the classic dive bar...though many online reviews mention the intensity of the owner, a man named Gavin Boone. It doesn't sound like he's an evil person, just someone who "doesn't put up with nonsense."
Job Posting 1: Assembly Line Operator
Description: Assemble cutting-edge cell phone components in a fast-paced environment. No experience needed; training provided. Must have strong attention to detail and the ability to stand for extended periods. Competitive hourly pay with overtime opportunities.
Job Posting 2: Material Handler
Description: Ensure production lines stay stocked with materials. Duties include moving raw materials and finished goods, operating forklifts (certification a plus), and maintaining inventory accuracy. Minimal experience required. Growth opportunities available.
Job Posting 3: Quality Control Inspector
Description: Inspect products for defects and ensure compliance with OmniCorp’s high standards. Basic familiarity with manufacturing or electronics is preferred, but not required. Excellent training program and potential for advancement.
If Fuchsia (or anyone else) has specific skills (management, accounting, scientific training, etc.), there are more options available. If not, these 3 are the best options to get hired.
Which one will you choose? Or will you apply to all of them, and see what happens?
Also, anyone who applies needs to write out a resume! Make it detailed and engaging! OmniCorp is looking for corporate slaves team players!
The nearest bar is called The Last Round, located on the outskirts of Small Town. It sounds like the classic dive bar...though many online reviews mention the intensity of the owner, a man named Gavin Boone. It doesn't sound like he's an evil person, just someone who "doesn't put up with nonsense."
Dec 6, 2024 6:33 pm
Actually, on second thought, Just reading this listing is making me feel totally desturated. She desaturates.
Maybe they'll be hiring at The Last Round?
hmmmm....well we might as well check Hero Help Now and see if there's anything close or on the way right?
She logs into the site.
Maybe they'll be hiring at The Last Round?
hmmmm....well we might as well check Hero Help Now and see if there's anything close or on the way right?
She logs into the site.
Dec 6, 2024 9:13 pm
Since Small Town is...small, there are only two postings on Hero Help Now:
1.) "My 11-year-old daughter has been missing for 3 days. I've notified the police, but they don't really care. Are there any supers out there who can help me?!?!"
You can message this user for more info.
2.) "I require assistance from powerful and determined individuals. Circumstances prevent me from detailing the exact nature of my needs on this website. If interested, simply utter the following phrase: 'Turquoise penguins sit in the Oval Office and plot neutron star asphyxiation.'"
This user has messaging turned off.
To travel around, you can call Small Town Transit Service...which is just a small van that meanders around, taking folks here and there. It's the boonies, after all; no subways or bus routes here. Many locations are also within walking distance, or you could sweet-talk Jimmy into letting you borrow his car.
1.) "My 11-year-old daughter has been missing for 3 days. I've notified the police, but they don't really care. Are there any supers out there who can help me?!?!"
You can message this user for more info.
2.) "I require assistance from powerful and determined individuals. Circumstances prevent me from detailing the exact nature of my needs on this website. If interested, simply utter the following phrase: 'Turquoise penguins sit in the Oval Office and plot neutron star asphyxiation.'"
This user has messaging turned off.
To travel around, you can call Small Town Transit Service...which is just a small van that meanders around, taking folks here and there. It's the boonies, after all; no subways or bus routes here. Many locations are also within walking distance, or you could sweet-talk Jimmy into letting you borrow his car.
Dec 6, 2024 9:29 pm
Victor looks over Fuchsia’s shoulder. "A missing kid? That’s terrible! We should totally try to find her!"
Dec 6, 2024 9:32 pm
Small Fry is under 21, so tending bar is out.
A missing child… that takes precedence.
"Agreed, Victor!"
She flits over to the keyboard, shrinking from fear for the girl’s safety! Small Fry has to type by jumping key to key, forcing her to reply without the use of the Shift key!
the fierce fource care1 we need more info. would you like to meet/
A missing child… that takes precedence.
"Agreed, Victor!"
She flits over to the keyboard, shrinking from fear for the girl’s safety! Small Fry has to type by jumping key to key, forcing her to reply without the use of the Shift key!
the fierce fource care1 we need more info. would you like to meet/
Last edited December 6, 2024 9:33 pm
Dec 6, 2024 9:53 pm
In a few minutes, there's a reply to Small Fry's message:
"I don't know if you're a bot or...? If not, we can talk at 108 Acorn Lane."
That address is in a residential area, similar to this neighborhood. It's about a 10 minute walk away.
"I don't know if you're a bot or...? If not, we can talk at 108 Acorn Lane."
That address is in a residential area, similar to this neighborhood. It's about a 10 minute walk away.
Dec 6, 2024 11:02 pm
i’m not a bot. i’m a fairy. on our way1
Small Fry flutters up from the keyboard. "Shall we?" she squeaks in her currently-chipmunky voice.
Small Fry flutters up from the keyboard. "Shall we?" she squeaks in her currently-chipmunky voice.
Dec 7, 2024 10:29 pm
I know exactly where that is
As they make their way over to Acorn Lane Dani pulls out her selfie stick Illuminates herself in golden light and begins streaming
Hey Fuchsia Boosters! It's your girl, Fuchsia Blu with my first official update on #mysuperherojourney. Say hello to the team! She points the camera towards the others unless they are visibly refusing consent. Also it sounds like we're going out on what I would call our first legit superhero adventure as a team...a kidnapping! How exciting is that?
She responds to some of the comments in a mostly generic but generally positive sort of way. Before they reach their destination, she puts the camera away. "Thank you for the hearts you guys, I'll keep you posted on my journey so don't forget to like and subscribe and even better, share this channel with a friend....
As they make their way over to Acorn Lane Dani pulls out her selfie stick Illuminates herself in golden light and begins streaming
Hey Fuchsia Boosters! It's your girl, Fuchsia Blu with my first official update on #mysuperherojourney. Say hello to the team! She points the camera towards the others unless they are visibly refusing consent. Also it sounds like we're going out on what I would call our first legit superhero adventure as a team...a kidnapping! How exciting is that?
She responds to some of the comments in a mostly generic but generally positive sort of way. Before they reach their destination, she puts the camera away. "Thank you for the hearts you guys, I'll keep you posted on my journey so don't forget to like and subscribe and even better, share this channel with a friend....
Dec 7, 2024 10:53 pm
OOC:
I'd like to see Doppelganger chime in before moving forward with this mission. 3/4 of you want to look into the missing girl situation, but Doppelganger may have other insights or plans.Dec 9, 2024 5:09 am
Darshelle
Dec 9, 2024 8:34 pm
You all arrive at Acorn Lane, having worked up some sweat, or a lot of sweat, depending on your individual fitness levels. Remember, the summer heat is blazing.
108 Acorn Lane is the definition of "modest home." Absolutely nothing stands out; it's brick, has windows and doors, and the yard needs more maintenance. Even the most optimistic and wordsmith-y realtor would have a hard time writing an enticing description.
As you walk up to the front door, it opens and a worried-looking woman steps out onto the porch. She appears to be in her 30s, and is dressed conservatively.
"Uh...hello? Are you the Fierce Fource Care One team? With a fairy? I'm Sarah Caldwell. Glad you could make it. Let's talk out here."
She shuts and locks the door behind her, obviously not yet willing to let a strange "super-team" into her home.
Sarah's Stats:
Accountant (2)
Frustrated Poet (2)
Mother (1)
108 Acorn Lane is the definition of "modest home." Absolutely nothing stands out; it's brick, has windows and doors, and the yard needs more maintenance. Even the most optimistic and wordsmith-y realtor would have a hard time writing an enticing description.
As you walk up to the front door, it opens and a worried-looking woman steps out onto the porch. She appears to be in her 30s, and is dressed conservatively.
"Uh...hello? Are you the Fierce Fource Care One team? With a fairy? I'm Sarah Caldwell. Glad you could make it. Let's talk out here."
She shuts and locks the door behind her, obviously not yet willing to let a strange "super-team" into her home.
Sarah's Stats:
Accountant (2)
Frustrated Poet (2)
Mother (1)
[ +- ] Image
Dec 9, 2024 9:43 pm
Small Fry is about the height of a cell phone—or more to the point, a height at which she is winged. (She did, after all, call herself a fairy via the chat.) While the sun doesn’t bother her, given her Sunshine and Rainbows ‘power,’ she is a little bit ‘winded’ from flying several blocks—kinda like how she felt after the time she ran her first mile.
"Lily LaViolette," she replies to Ms. Caldwell, holding out her hand as if to offer a handshake which is a really bad idea when your hand is smaller than a pinky-nail. That, and she probably isn’t supposed to use her full real name. "My professional name is Small Fry, of Fierce Fource."
She of course gives the team a chance to chime in with intros of their own before asking, "Could you please tell us your daughter’s name, and well… when you last saw her." Small Fry of course wants details about the last time mother and daughter were together. She wants The Story… but she doesn’t want to give too much prompting, trusting a mother would know what information is important.
"Lily LaViolette," she replies to Ms. Caldwell, holding out her hand as if to offer a handshake which is a really bad idea when your hand is smaller than a pinky-nail. That, and she probably isn’t supposed to use her full real name. "My professional name is Small Fry, of Fierce Fource."
She of course gives the team a chance to chime in with intros of their own before asking, "Could you please tell us your daughter’s name, and well… when you last saw her." Small Fry of course wants details about the last time mother and daughter were together. She wants The Story… but she doesn’t want to give too much prompting, trusting a mother would know what information is important.
Dec 10, 2024 12:14 am
Eyes wide, Sarah "shakes" the teensy hand. But when nothing obvious happens to her, she visibly relaxes, and offers Small Fry a thin smile.
"My daughter's name is Eliza. As the posting said, I last saw her 3 days ago. She just...just didn't come home after school. The school year is winding down, so I thought maybe she was staying after to finish up some work...but...."
A heavy sigh and a long pause.
"Look, the first thing you need to know about Eliza: she's a genius. No, I'm not some delusional parent who believes their child walks on water. She really is smart. She can fix anything, build anything. I think...I think she may even be one of those mutants. Don't mutant powers develop around puberty? Because she's always been smart, but the past six months...the things she can do now...."
She pulls out a photo. You see a spunky, bright-eyed girl surrounded by a clutter of blueprints, tools, and gizmos.
"That's her. Those things around her? Made them herself...all by herself. She's...she's far beyond me. When she starts talking about engineering and quantum states and...it's hard for me to connect with her. It's hard for anyone to connect with her now...."
Another pause.
"And she's missing and...I don't know if she's been abducted, or if she ran away! You see, she's threatened to run away recently. Said she doesn't need me, that I'm...suffocating her. Said she can patent her inventions, that OmniCorp would hire her for a six-figure salary right now. I told her she needed to stay in school, that her...abilities...might be temporary, and...she didn't listen, of course."
"So now she's gone. Where?! And if someone took her...did they know about her ability, and are planning to use her for...for evil? Or did she just leave on her own...because she hates me...?"
She'd been holding back tears, but now they come in buckets, accompanied by racking sobs.
"My daughter's name is Eliza. As the posting said, I last saw her 3 days ago. She just...just didn't come home after school. The school year is winding down, so I thought maybe she was staying after to finish up some work...but...."
A heavy sigh and a long pause.
"Look, the first thing you need to know about Eliza: she's a genius. No, I'm not some delusional parent who believes their child walks on water. She really is smart. She can fix anything, build anything. I think...I think she may even be one of those mutants. Don't mutant powers develop around puberty? Because she's always been smart, but the past six months...the things she can do now...."
She pulls out a photo. You see a spunky, bright-eyed girl surrounded by a clutter of blueprints, tools, and gizmos.
[ +- ] Image of Eliza Caldwell
Another pause.
"And she's missing and...I don't know if she's been abducted, or if she ran away! You see, she's threatened to run away recently. Said she doesn't need me, that I'm...suffocating her. Said she can patent her inventions, that OmniCorp would hire her for a six-figure salary right now. I told her she needed to stay in school, that her...abilities...might be temporary, and...she didn't listen, of course."
"So now she's gone. Where?! And if someone took her...did they know about her ability, and are planning to use her for...for evil? Or did she just leave on her own...because she hates me...?"
She'd been holding back tears, but now they come in buckets, accompanied by racking sobs.
Dec 10, 2024 1:24 am
Small Fry feels her temperature starting to rise as the mother mentions OmniCorp.
"Oh no… Ms. Caldwell, I don’t believe your daughter hates you. ‘Six-figure salary’ is not the language of a rebellious child." She recalls the feeling she had when she learned Jimmy Z hated his parents. And they were connected to OmniCorp. So was Mr. Johnson who also displayed bizarre anger issues. "It sounds like an OmniCorp exec got to your little girl, and without parental consent at that!"
"Oh no… Ms. Caldwell, I don’t believe your daughter hates you. ‘Six-figure salary’ is not the language of a rebellious child." She recalls the feeling she had when she learned Jimmy Z hated his parents. And they were connected to OmniCorp. So was Mr. Johnson who also displayed bizarre anger issues. "It sounds like an OmniCorp exec got to your little girl, and without parental consent at that!"
Dec 10, 2024 4:26 pm
Fuchsia picks up Small Fry's statement and hands it to Ms Caldwell, is that possible Ms Caldwell? Could she be under the influence of another person? Have you noticed her spending time with any new acquaintances?
She pulls out her phone. Does your daughter have any social media that you know about? There may be clues there
She pulls out her phone. Does your daughter have any social media that you know about? There may be clues there
Last edited December 10, 2024 4:26 pm
Dec 11, 2024 1:22 am
The distraught mother tries to stop her blubbering, so she can answer your questions.
"Oh no, I don't think Eliza really wanted to work with OmniCorp. She's never liked them; neither have I. I think she said that just to...to irritate me, and drive home the fact that she doesn't need me."
"But an OmniCorp person approaching her...? Yes, yes, I could see that...and that's what scares me! She'd probably think she could outsmart them, but...."
"No, she hasn't been spending time with new people...the opposite, in fact. All her old friends bore her now. She just wants to tinker, and plan, and...and read manuals and academic papers...."
"She used to have some social media accounts, but she deleted them all once she started getting smarter. Said they were 'brain rot' and 'had traumatized at least two generations.' I tried looking her up anyway once I realized she was missing, but I couldn't find anything."
"Oh no, I don't think Eliza really wanted to work with OmniCorp. She's never liked them; neither have I. I think she said that just to...to irritate me, and drive home the fact that she doesn't need me."
"But an OmniCorp person approaching her...? Yes, yes, I could see that...and that's what scares me! She'd probably think she could outsmart them, but...."
"No, she hasn't been spending time with new people...the opposite, in fact. All her old friends bore her now. She just wants to tinker, and plan, and...and read manuals and academic papers...."
"She used to have some social media accounts, but she deleted them all once she started getting smarter. Said they were 'brain rot' and 'had traumatized at least two generations.' I tried looking her up anyway once I realized she was missing, but I couldn't find anything."
Dec 11, 2024 8:58 am
Darshelle
Dec 11, 2024 8:03 pm
"Psychic...vibrations? So are you a telepath or something? Sorry, this superhuman stuff is all new to me...."
She taps her chin for a few moments.
"Yeah, I can give you something. One second."
She enters the house, shutting the door behind her, but then returns almost immediately. She holds out a colorful leather tool belt, obviously well-used, as it's frayed and worn. It's covered with several ironic stickers and patches. It doesn't appear to have any tools on it, or in its pouches.
"Here you go. She used this one often on her...engineering stuff. Maybe it'll help...if the...vibrations...haven't expired?"
She taps her chin for a few moments.
"Yeah, I can give you something. One second."
She enters the house, shutting the door behind her, but then returns almost immediately. She holds out a colorful leather tool belt, obviously well-used, as it's frayed and worn. It's covered with several ironic stickers and patches. It doesn't appear to have any tools on it, or in its pouches.
[ +- ] Example of Sticker/Patch
Dec 13, 2024 3:32 pm
Totes_McGee says:
"She used to have some social media accounts, but she deleted them all once she started getting smarter. Said they were 'brain rot' and 'had traumatized at least two generations.' I tried looking her up anyway once I realized she was missing, but I couldn't find anything."[/b]
Fuschia examines the belt, on the off chance that there might be some sort of clue to a potential screen name or online handle,
I love all these stickers and patches, and she gets on her phone and checks for any social media presence including nerdy science and tech forums
Last edited December 13, 2024 3:33 pm
Rolls
Techy stuff - (2d6)
(36) = 9
Dec 13, 2024 9:21 pm
Unfortunately, the belt yields no clues, and Fuchsia can't find any online presence for Eliza.
However, Fuchsia notices an interesting post on the Small Town subreddit: someone was driving by Sal's Junkyard, which is just north of town, and claims they saw a "robotic squirrel" bouncing around the junked cars and other debris.
Several people have commented. A sampling of the responses:
- The OP is full of shit.
- Sal's is a disreputable business run by a jackass.
- It's an OmniCorp conspiracy.
- A warning that nobody should touch the squirrel's nuts.
However, Fuchsia notices an interesting post on the Small Town subreddit: someone was driving by Sal's Junkyard, which is just north of town, and claims they saw a "robotic squirrel" bouncing around the junked cars and other debris.
Several people have commented. A sampling of the responses:
- The OP is full of shit.
- Sal's is a disreputable business run by a jackass.
- It's an OmniCorp conspiracy.
- A warning that nobody should touch the squirrel's nuts.
Dec 16, 2024 10:19 pm
"Squirrel!" Small Fry blurts. She grimaces awkwardly and attempts to regain her composure: "What I mean is… Sal’s sounds like a lead we should… follow."
Dec 17, 2024 12:50 am
Darshelle
Dec 17, 2024 9:14 pm
hmmm... why not both?
She hands the belt to Doppleganger. To Ms Caldwell she adds,
I have no doubt that we will locate your daughter and get to the bottom of this Ma'am.
Fuschia has no further questions for the distressed mother and is ready to leave when everyone else is.
when they are out of earshot...
You guys... this could be HUGE. Do you guys know what this feels like to me? two words. Arch. Nemesis. I mean c'mon this has evil robot genius mastermind written all over it! robot squirrels? C'mon. This is exactly the kind of content people love. Do you guys remember when Dr Pyra posted her fight with The Earth Gremlins? That video was legendary. This is going to put us in the big leagues in no time!
She hands the belt to Doppleganger. To Ms Caldwell she adds,
I have no doubt that we will locate your daughter and get to the bottom of this Ma'am.
Fuschia has no further questions for the distressed mother and is ready to leave when everyone else is.
when they are out of earshot...
You guys... this could be HUGE. Do you guys know what this feels like to me? two words. Arch. Nemesis. I mean c'mon this has evil robot genius mastermind written all over it! robot squirrels? C'mon. This is exactly the kind of content people love. Do you guys remember when Dr Pyra posted her fight with The Earth Gremlins? That video was legendary. This is going to put us in the big leagues in no time!
Dec 18, 2024 1:50 am
Sarah hadn't seen the Reddit post about the "robot squirrel." She blushes and stammers out something about being "not very Internet savvy."
However, she agrees that Eliza is more than capable of constructing such a thing, and that Sal's is worth checking out. She even offers to drive you all out there, since it'd be quite a hike if you all went on foot. So you all pile into her Toyota Corolla, and make your way to the junkyard.
You arrive in short order. Sarah had attempted to make small talk on the way, but being distracted and worried, hadn't really accomplished anything besides making herself look awkward.
Sal's Junkyard is a smaller operation, sitting on roughly 3 acres of land. The junkyard is surrounded by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. You see dozens of junked cars piled on top of one another, along with various other items such as sheets of scrap metal and ancient tractors.
A small office (more like a shack) sits by the entrance. As Sarah parks in the rutted parking area just outside the fence, an overweight man in greasy clothes exits the office and walks over. He puffs on a cigar, and has a cunning, sneaky look about him. Sarah eyes him warily, and hangs back near her car, obviously wanting you "supers" to deal with him, or at least get the ball rolling.
However, she agrees that Eliza is more than capable of constructing such a thing, and that Sal's is worth checking out. She even offers to drive you all out there, since it'd be quite a hike if you all went on foot. So you all pile into her Toyota Corolla, and make your way to the junkyard.
You arrive in short order. Sarah had attempted to make small talk on the way, but being distracted and worried, hadn't really accomplished anything besides making herself look awkward.
Sal's Junkyard is a smaller operation, sitting on roughly 3 acres of land. The junkyard is surrounded by a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire. You see dozens of junked cars piled on top of one another, along with various other items such as sheets of scrap metal and ancient tractors.
A small office (more like a shack) sits by the entrance. As Sarah parks in the rutted parking area just outside the fence, an overweight man in greasy clothes exits the office and walks over. He puffs on a cigar, and has a cunning, sneaky look about him. Sarah eyes him warily, and hangs back near her car, obviously wanting you "supers" to deal with him, or at least get the ball rolling.
[ +- ] Image
Dec 18, 2024 1:55 am
"Howzit goin'? Name's Sal Amato, and this here is my glorious junkyard! My trash is your treasure! So, what can I do ya for?"
Stats
Cunning Junkyard Owner (3)
Not-So-Tough Tough Guy (3)
Stats
Cunning Junkyard Owner (3)
Not-So-Tough Tough Guy (3)
Dec 18, 2024 5:06 am
>>>"Mind if we take a look around?" Darshelle said sweetly. "You might just have something of interest to us back in your yard." What that was and if she were here determined theyr next steps.
Dec 18, 2024 11:04 am
Victor wrinkles his nose as he hangs back behind the others. He's content to let them do the talking for the time being, but his eyes scan the office and the surrounding junkyard for any hidden dangers.
Dec 18, 2024 6:53 pm
Fuchsia steps into a protective pose ahead of Victor hands on hips. Her lighting becomes golden and heroic.
In her proudest, most heroic voice she says, Yes Mr Amato, I am Fuchsia Blu, and we are the Fierce Four, and we'd like to take a look around.
In her proudest, most heroic voice she says, Yes Mr Amato, I am Fuchsia Blu, and we are the Fierce Four, and we'd like to take a look around.
Dec 18, 2024 10:11 pm
Sal looks more closely at the group, and nods at Fuchsia's golden lighting. He seems impressed...or fake-impressed? He is, after all, supposedly a slippery figure....
"So ya'll are some soopers, huh? Fightin' yer Doctors of Doom and Skulls of Redness, or whatever? Don't see many o' yer kind round these parts...."
He takes a few big puffs of his cigar, considering.
"I'd love to help ya, but I'm a busy man, and I can't let just anyone meander around my junkyard. What say you pay me...let's see...$25, and we'll take a tour of the property together. I should actually charge you $50, because my time is valuable, but I'll give ya a discount...because you're do-gooders. Like me! Never broken a law in my life!"
"And if ya'll tell me what yer lookin' for specifically, I might could make yer search quicker. I know every bolt and piece o' scrap in this yard!"
"So ya'll are some soopers, huh? Fightin' yer Doctors of Doom and Skulls of Redness, or whatever? Don't see many o' yer kind round these parts...."
He takes a few big puffs of his cigar, considering.
"I'd love to help ya, but I'm a busy man, and I can't let just anyone meander around my junkyard. What say you pay me...let's see...$25, and we'll take a tour of the property together. I should actually charge you $50, because my time is valuable, but I'll give ya a discount...because you're do-gooders. Like me! Never broken a law in my life!"
"And if ya'll tell me what yer lookin' for specifically, I might could make yer search quicker. I know every bolt and piece o' scrap in this yard!"
Dec 20, 2024 1:00 am
Fuchsia sees her dream of owning a car slipping through her fingers,$25? Well, I mean, I guess, maybe...
Then an idea occurs to her, maybe she can appeal to his sense of community,
Mr Amato, We aren't actually here for a tour, we're here responding to a report having to do with some possible Major Villain activity in your junkyard. Now I'm sure, that when the people hear of our deeds, they'll want to know who were the upstanding honest people in the community, people like yourself, running reputable businesses who serve on the side of good. They'll want to know who were those regular heroes, she gestures towards him, who aided those SUPER heroes she gestures towards the group, when the community needed them most. Where will you stand Mr Amato when it comes time to fight the evil army of mechanical monsters designed to devour you and me and everyone you know and love into itty bitty teensy tiny little bits? Will you help us Mr Amato?
Then an idea occurs to her, maybe she can appeal to his sense of community,
Mr Amato, We aren't actually here for a tour, we're here responding to a report having to do with some possible Major Villain activity in your junkyard. Now I'm sure, that when the people hear of our deeds, they'll want to know who were the upstanding honest people in the community, people like yourself, running reputable businesses who serve on the side of good. They'll want to know who were those regular heroes, she gestures towards him, who aided those SUPER heroes she gestures towards the group, when the community needed them most. Where will you stand Mr Amato when it comes time to fight the evil army of mechanical monsters designed to devour you and me and everyone you know and love into itty bitty teensy tiny little bits? Will you help us Mr Amato?
Last edited December 20, 2024 1:03 am
Rolls
Blinding Optimism - (2d6)
(35) = 8
Dec 20, 2024 2:08 am
OOC:
This discussion/argument will be a single-action conflict.Rolls
Cunning Junkyard Owner - (3d6)
(544) = 13
Dec 20, 2024 2:21 am
Sal gapes at Fuchsia, then busts out laughing.
"Villain activity? Mechanical monsters? Yer takin' this sooper stuff waayyy too seriously! There ain't no danger out here! Look around!"
He gestures towards the junkyard, the sky, the forest surrounding the property. It does indeed seem peaceful.
"But if ya insist on the doom-and-gloom [snicker], I'll humor ya! But I still gotta get paid! Bein' an 'upstanding community member' is all well and good, but moolah still makes the world go round! Why, I've already lost money standin' here yammering with ya! I could be on the phone drummin' up inventory, doin' my books, workin' on marketin'. So pay the $25, or get lost!"
"Villain activity? Mechanical monsters? Yer takin' this sooper stuff waayyy too seriously! There ain't no danger out here! Look around!"
He gestures towards the junkyard, the sky, the forest surrounding the property. It does indeed seem peaceful.
"But if ya insist on the doom-and-gloom [snicker], I'll humor ya! But I still gotta get paid! Bein' an 'upstanding community member' is all well and good, but moolah still makes the world go round! Why, I've already lost money standin' here yammering with ya! I could be on the phone drummin' up inventory, doin' my books, workin' on marketin'. So pay the $25, or get lost!"
OOC:
Fuchsia's optimism is in the gutter! You'll have cheer yourself up somehow, preferably away from Sal. You won't be able to use Blinding Optimism for a bit.Dec 20, 2024 2:29 am
Suddenly, a black Jeep zooms into the parking area, sending dirt and gravel flying. Sarah jumps back in alarm, and huddles even closer to her car.
A woman dressed in tactical gear and sunglasses hops out and walks confidently towards the group. You see two pistols, one holstered on each hip, and some other bulges in her clothes that surely indicate she's carrying other weapons.
She smirks at the Fierce Fource, then speaks to Sal.
"Mr. Sal Amato? I'd like to examine your property. There have been sightings here that interest me."
A woman dressed in tactical gear and sunglasses hops out and walks confidently towards the group. You see two pistols, one holstered on each hip, and some other bulges in her clothes that surely indicate she's carrying other weapons.
She smirks at the Fierce Fource, then speaks to Sal.
"Mr. Sal Amato? I'd like to examine your property. There have been sightings here that interest me."
[ +- ] Image
Dec 20, 2024 2:33 am
Sal's puffing intensifies, and he's clearly eying the weapons with some concern. But to hear him speak, you'd think he's completely unfazed.
"You too? Seems this place is the most popular spot in town! Like I told these sky-is-fallin' soopers, my time is valuable! If ya wanna check out my junkyard, ya gotta pay me for a tour! And the price just went up to $50, since clearly demand is high!"
He wags a finger at the woman.
"And don't try anything funny! I'll sic my dogs on ya, and call the cops, if ya try to sneak around! And no negotiating! It's $50, period!"
"You too? Seems this place is the most popular spot in town! Like I told these sky-is-fallin' soopers, my time is valuable! If ya wanna check out my junkyard, ya gotta pay me for a tour! And the price just went up to $50, since clearly demand is high!"
He wags a finger at the woman.
"And don't try anything funny! I'll sic my dogs on ya, and call the cops, if ya try to sneak around! And no negotiating! It's $50, period!"
Dec 20, 2024 2:38 am
The woman only nods, and pulls out a wallet.
"A fair price. In fact, I'll pay you...$200 for an exclusive tour. If you understand my meaning."
"A fair price. In fact, I'll pay you...$200 for an exclusive tour. If you understand my meaning."
Dec 20, 2024 2:41 am
Sal licks his lips, imagining the easy money. But then he, perhaps surprisingly, shakes his head.
"Sorry, toots. Seems like I got a good thing goin'. At this rate, the whole town'll be out her snoopin' around my junkyard! Givin' out exclusive tours would be leavin' money on the table! So I'll stick to my original offer: $50!"
"Sorry, toots. Seems like I got a good thing goin'. At this rate, the whole town'll be out her snoopin' around my junkyard! Givin' out exclusive tours would be leavin' money on the table! So I'll stick to my original offer: $50!"
Dec 20, 2024 2:43 am
"Done."
She hands him a crisp $50 bill, then walks into the junkyard, scanning everything slowly.
"Shall we? I'm on the clock."
She hands him a crisp $50 bill, then walks into the junkyard, scanning everything slowly.
"Shall we? I'm on the clock."
Dec 20, 2024 2:50 am
"Oh, we shall!"
He turns towards the Fierce Fource.
"You all stay here, until ya've decided not to be so cheap and weird! Or piss off and whine about havin' to pay a few bucks, I don't care which!"
He lets out a shrill whistle, and two male German Shepherds, likely brothers, bound out of the office and over to him. Sal strokes their necks lovingly, and whispers encouraging words.
"Boys, watch these folks! Don't let 'em snoop around until I've gotten back!"
He follows the mystery woman, while the dogs sit down and eye you all. While they're not growling or barking yet, they clearly understand their assignment.
The dogs are: Well-trained Guard Dogs (2)
The woman's names and stats are currently unknown. She moved too quickly, and has an aura of secrecy. But perhaps you can come up with some way to decipher what she's all about?
He turns towards the Fierce Fource.
"You all stay here, until ya've decided not to be so cheap and weird! Or piss off and whine about havin' to pay a few bucks, I don't care which!"
He lets out a shrill whistle, and two male German Shepherds, likely brothers, bound out of the office and over to him. Sal strokes their necks lovingly, and whispers encouraging words.
"Boys, watch these folks! Don't let 'em snoop around until I've gotten back!"
He follows the mystery woman, while the dogs sit down and eye you all. While they're not growling or barking yet, they clearly understand their assignment.
The dogs are: Well-trained Guard Dogs (2)
The woman's names and stats are currently unknown. She moved too quickly, and has an aura of secrecy. But perhaps you can come up with some way to decipher what she's all about?
Dec 20, 2024 7:59 am
"Wow. I hope you’re recording all this, Fuchsia. We shouldn’t have to bribe people to save children, and he wouldn’t sic his dogs on us if he didn’t already know he was doing something terribly wrong.
"Lemme try luring them away."
At subatomic size or in flight, Small Fry is untouchable to the dogs. The trick is she needs to make a low flight to lure them.
She chances flying low and shrinking as she flies so, ideally, the dogs think she’s flying further away and they need to speed up. But will they run off (or worse, chomp her faster than she can become untouchable to them)?
"Lemme try luring them away."
At subatomic size or in flight, Small Fry is untouchable to the dogs. The trick is she needs to make a low flight to lure them.
She chances flying low and shrinking as she flies so, ideally, the dogs think she’s flying further away and they need to speed up. But will they run off (or worse, chomp her faster than she can become untouchable to them)?
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(3535) = 16
Dec 20, 2024 5:10 pm
maybe you'rr right.that guy called me cheap and weird, and I think I screwed up the team name. she becomes grey, clearly having allowed his words to get to her.
I thought I was being broke and heroic, you know what I mean Small Friiii... she watches her teammate take a running shrink...
I thought I was being broke and heroic, you know what I mean Small Friiii... she watches her teammate take a running shrink...
Dec 20, 2024 9:16 pm
OOC:
Single-action conflict again, but I'm not rolling for the dogs, since it's impossible for them to beat Small Fry's roll. You're able to lure them away, allowing your teammates to enter the junkyard unmolested, if they choose to do so. However, the dogs let out a few confused barks as they chase Small Fry, which Sal and the mystery woman might hear. Right now, though, they're out of sight in the junkyard. Small Fry's trickery has also reduced the dogs' "guardedness" a bit.Dec 21, 2024 7:19 pm
Well, this isn't exactly how I wanted this to go. Sneaking around like a lousy... As she trails off mumbling she continues desaturating and almost seems to become unlit and disappear.
Down, but not completely out, she presses on, determining that the greater good of heroics, outweighed the lousy feeling of being a sneak. While she's at it, she does start her recording equipment, in case they need it for study later, or, you know, content. She'll take a quick look around the office before stepping into the yard.
Down, but not completely out, she presses on, determining that the greater good of heroics, outweighed the lousy feeling of being a sneak. While she's at it, she does start her recording equipment, in case they need it for study later, or, you know, content. She'll take a quick look around the office before stepping into the yard.
Rolls
Light & Color Manipulator - (4d6)
(1534) = 13
Dec 22, 2024 7:06 pm
With Small Fry distracting the dogs, Fuchsia has some room to maneuver.
She enters the office/shack, which is just as messy as the person of Sal Amato. He clearly loves pork rinds, as there are empty bags scattered everywhere. You don't find any info on Eliza Caldwell, robotic squirrels, or super-villains, though. You do, however, find a stack of porn mags in a desk drawer. This narrator won't go into detail. Let's just say Sal has eccentric tastes.
Stepping back outside, Fuchsia will see Sal and the mystery woman at the far northeastern corner of the lot. Sal is talking and gesturing, while the woman is focused, looking over every single thing as they walk past it. Neither of them notice you, your powers (and the distance between you) working to obscure your form.
Then Fuchsia will notice movement in a scrapped pickup truck about 30 yards away. Two robotic squirrels, just like Reddit said!
The squirrels look more cute than malicious; you don't immediately see any weapons on them. Right now, they're looking towards Sal and the woman. You hear metallic chatters. Then they look towards Fuchsia, and their chatters intensify. It seems they recognize that something is there, but can't determine what. Eventually, though, their chatters cease, and they return to their work.
Their work? Each squirrel has a pack strapped to its back, and they're tossing in nuts, bolts, wires, fuses, knobs, and so on as they navigate the truck's innards. Occasionally they stop to again make sure nothing has noticed them, before returning to their collecting.
Stats
Two robo-squirrels (1)
She enters the office/shack, which is just as messy as the person of Sal Amato. He clearly loves pork rinds, as there are empty bags scattered everywhere. You don't find any info on Eliza Caldwell, robotic squirrels, or super-villains, though. You do, however, find a stack of porn mags in a desk drawer. This narrator won't go into detail. Let's just say Sal has eccentric tastes.
Stepping back outside, Fuchsia will see Sal and the mystery woman at the far northeastern corner of the lot. Sal is talking and gesturing, while the woman is focused, looking over every single thing as they walk past it. Neither of them notice you, your powers (and the distance between you) working to obscure your form.
Then Fuchsia will notice movement in a scrapped pickup truck about 30 yards away. Two robotic squirrels, just like Reddit said!
The squirrels look more cute than malicious; you don't immediately see any weapons on them. Right now, they're looking towards Sal and the woman. You hear metallic chatters. Then they look towards Fuchsia, and their chatters intensify. It seems they recognize that something is there, but can't determine what. Eventually, though, their chatters cease, and they return to their work.
Their work? Each squirrel has a pack strapped to its back, and they're tossing in nuts, bolts, wires, fuses, knobs, and so on as they navigate the truck's innards. Occasionally they stop to again make sure nothing has noticed them, before returning to their collecting.
[ +- ] Image
Two robo-squirrels (1)
Dec 22, 2024 8:52 pm
Fuchsia becomes perfectly still, Holy Robo-Beast-Master she narrates in the quietest of whispers, as she points the camera towards the squirrels, still recording. Are you guys seeing this? Those things are stinkin' adorable.
she watches the agility with which they move around as their heads swivel in a manner that is undeniably cute. She waits until they seem busy with work to speak and remains silent as they scan, I mean c'mon.
She catches herself before she becomes too carried away with how cute they are and remains in a quiet whisper, I mean, I think this only confirms my supervillain theory you guys, they're clearly robbing Sal at least, and I bet you they're up to something much bigger than that. I don't think we should risk getting caught trying to interfere, but I do wish I had some way to track them....
She'll scan the yard for any obvious route in or out for the squirrels, maybe a tree near the fence or something like that? After looking around for a moment, she will attempt to slip back into the office before the squirrels notice her, the tour returns, or the dogs come back.
she watches the agility with which they move around as their heads swivel in a manner that is undeniably cute. She waits until they seem busy with work to speak and remains silent as they scan, I mean c'mon.
She catches herself before she becomes too carried away with how cute they are and remains in a quiet whisper, I mean, I think this only confirms my supervillain theory you guys, they're clearly robbing Sal at least, and I bet you they're up to something much bigger than that. I don't think we should risk getting caught trying to interfere, but I do wish I had some way to track them....
She'll scan the yard for any obvious route in or out for the squirrels, maybe a tree near the fence or something like that? After looking around for a moment, she will attempt to slip back into the office before the squirrels notice her, the tour returns, or the dogs come back.
OOC:
Yes, just having fun with her avatar :) Dec 22, 2024 10:04 pm
These robo-squirrels seem just as quick and agile as normal squirrels, so it's impossible to determine a likely escape route without actually seeing them head in a certain direction. The barbed-wire-topped chain link fence surrounding the junkyard wouldn't be an obstacle, and the junkyard is surrounded by woods on three sides. And if they really had to, they could just run out the front entrance.
Fuchsia is able to slip back into the office unnoticed...but it looks like the tour is returning, and the dogs are still occupied with Small Fry....
Fuchsia is able to slip back into the office unnoticed...but it looks like the tour is returning, and the dogs are still occupied with Small Fry....
Dec 22, 2024 10:21 pm
Small Fry grows as big as a firefly as she zips up out of reach.
"Okay, doggies. I know you’re just following orders, but I gotta make like an I.T. nerd and protect my friends with a firewall!"
Small Fry isn’t about to risk burning innocent Rottweilers to death, even if they would’ve gladly devoured her tiny form. Instead, she uses her power of Sunshine & Rainbows to create a wall of Very Warm Light That Is Still Pretty Even in the Limited Spectrum of a Dog’s Eye!
Ideally, this will keep them occupied for a while, and hopefully, when they do finally pass through the bright, warm, harmless wall of their "cage," they’ll have no idea where Fierce Fource has gone.
"Okay, doggies. I know you’re just following orders, but I gotta make like an I.T. nerd and protect my friends with a firewall!"
Small Fry isn’t about to risk burning innocent Rottweilers to death, even if they would’ve gladly devoured her tiny form. Instead, she uses her power of Sunshine & Rainbows to create a wall of Very Warm Light That Is Still Pretty Even in the Limited Spectrum of a Dog’s Eye!
Ideally, this will keep them occupied for a while, and hopefully, when they do finally pass through the bright, warm, harmless wall of their "cage," they’ll have no idea where Fierce Fource has gone.
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(523) = 10
Dec 22, 2024 10:37 pm
Since Small Fry has already bamboozled the doggies, it's easy for her to "trap" them within a benevolent light construct.
The guard dogs strain their senses, trying to figure out just what this weird tiny fairy thing has done to them, but it'll be a few seconds (maybe even a few minutes) before they "break free."
Left to their own devices, that is. Sal will surely get a handle on them, once he and the woman return to the entrance....
The guard dogs strain their senses, trying to figure out just what this weird tiny fairy thing has done to them, but it'll be a few seconds (maybe even a few minutes) before they "break free."
Left to their own devices, that is. Sal will surely get a handle on them, once he and the woman return to the entrance....
Dec 23, 2024 1:07 am
Small Fry grows and—as she’s "feeling big" over her success in defeating the dogs without harming them—she grows a little too big to maintain her fairy wings.Her doll-sized shoes keep her in flight long enough to get back to the others. She moves the last hundred feet of her return trip barefoot and on foot. By the time she approaches Doppelgänger and Victor, she’s a little taller than Peter Dinklage.
"The dogs are in a better place now. Oh! No, wait. Not like..like Heaven. I mean a..a warm place. Not Hell." She thinks a bit, shrinks a bit… "I didn’t kill the dogs."
Her size eventually stabilizes at an inch shorter than Jyoti Amge.
"So, what do we… y’know..?"
[ +- ] 👠 Rockette Heels
Size: <30 cm tall
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
"The dogs are in a better place now. Oh! No, wait. Not like..like Heaven. I mean a..a warm place. Not Hell." She thinks a bit, shrinks a bit… "I didn’t kill the dogs."
Her size eventually stabilizes at an inch shorter than Jyoti Amge.
"So, what do we… y’know..?"
Dec 23, 2024 9:35 pm
Sal and the woman make their way back to the junkyard entrance, passing by the truck where the robo-squirrels were located. If Fuchsia can still see the truck, she'll know that the squirrels have hidden themselves while the two pass. Sal is talking about junkyard stuff, while the woman is silent and poker-faced. It's unclear whether they've noticed anything out of the ordinary during their tour.
Dec 23, 2024 9:36 pm
Sal then notices what Small Fry has done to his dogs, and waddles towards them at an impressive pace.
"What the hell is this?! If you've hurt my boys, I'll---"
"What the hell is this?! If you've hurt my boys, I'll---"
Dec 23, 2024 9:41 pm
He stops hollering, because a Cadillac Escalade has pulled smoothly into the lot, parking beside Sarah's car. The massive vehicle has the OmniCorp logo on the side.
Four stern-faced people wearing suits step out. They're various genders and ethnicities, because OmniCorp values diversity. Not really, of course; they just say they do to keep the Twitter fanatics at bay. All four are corporate stooges anyway, so their outer appearance matters little.
Four stern-faced people wearing suits step out. They're various genders and ethnicities, because OmniCorp values diversity. Not really, of course; they just say they do to keep the Twitter fanatics at bay. All four are corporate stooges anyway, so their outer appearance matters little.
[ +- ] Image
Dec 23, 2024 9:44 pm
One of them addresses everyone. It hardly matters which, because again, they're all of the same mind.
"We'd like to take a look around the area, Mr. Salvatore Amato."
The voice is flat, lifeless. This is someone who finds excitement filling out expense reports.
Corporate Stooges (4)
"We'd like to take a look around the area, Mr. Salvatore Amato."
The voice is flat, lifeless. This is someone who finds excitement filling out expense reports.
Corporate Stooges (4)
Dec 23, 2024 9:47 pm
Sal is caught between the chance to earn more money, and determining what's happened to his dogs. He tries to do both, moving towards the dogs and confusedly waving an arm through Small Fry's construct, while also replying to the stooges.
"Ummm...you boys OK? Bark twice if ya are! [They bark twice.] Damn, that's a relief! Uh...yeah, you can look around! $50 for a tour! Get 'em while they're hot!"
"Ummm...you boys OK? Bark twice if ya are! [They bark twice.] Damn, that's a relief! Uh...yeah, you can look around! $50 for a tour! Get 'em while they're hot!"
Dec 23, 2024 9:48 pm
The stooges converse with each in whispers.
"We aren't keen on paying for a...tour, as you call it. You don't normally charge the public to simply walk around your junkyard, do you?"
They then turn their attention to the mystery woman.
"You seem familiar. Identify yourself."
"We aren't keen on paying for a...tour, as you call it. You don't normally charge the public to simply walk around your junkyard, do you?"
They then turn their attention to the mystery woman.
"You seem familiar. Identify yourself."
Dec 23, 2024 9:50 pm
The woman chuckles, and her hands move to her guns.
"Name's Jet Black. Now I have to deal with you corporate slaves, as well as these stupid cosplayers? Well, nobody ever said life was easy...."
Her guard is willingly dropped, so you know she's:
Veteran Mercenary (4)
Enhanced Durability (3)
"Name's Jet Black. Now I have to deal with you corporate slaves, as well as these stupid cosplayers? Well, nobody ever said life was easy...."
Her guard is willingly dropped, so you know she's:
Veteran Mercenary (4)
Enhanced Durability (3)
Dec 23, 2024 9:53 pm
Concerned murmurs from the corpos.
"You are known to us. Vacate the premises immediately."
They then turn to the Fierce Fource.
"You are not known to us. Still, we advise you to leave. OmniCorp thanks you for being valued consumers, and wishes you well in your future endeavors."
It seems like this powder keg is about to explode! What do you do?!
"You are known to us. Vacate the premises immediately."
They then turn to the Fierce Fource.
"You are not known to us. Still, we advise you to leave. OmniCorp thanks you for being valued consumers, and wishes you well in your future endeavors."
It seems like this powder keg is about to explode! What do you do?!
Dec 24, 2024 11:19 am
Victor swallows nervously. At his feet, Hilde the cat nudges his leg and gives him a meaningful look. "Is it really necessary? Maybe the others can convince everybody just to get along?" he whispers hopefully, dreading what might turn into his first full-on confrontation.
Last edited December 28, 2024 5:24 pm
Dec 26, 2024 8:50 pm
You know, there's no need for you to be insulting, we were just leaving anyways, she looks to her teammates, Unless you guys think we need to stick around for this?
Dec 27, 2024 7:01 am
Darshelle
Dec 27, 2024 7:50 pm
OOC:
If we do decide to go outside, Fuchsia would like to suggest that maybe Doppleganger turn themself into one of those squirrels and small fry shrink down to hitch a ride, see if they can figure out where the squirrles are reporting back to, and then Victor and I can follow in the car. Dec 28, 2024 12:59 am
OOC:
Per the GM, I’ll roll Small Fry’s shrinker stat for Fuchsia’s plan. But I don’t want to steal TJ’s thunder, so just the roll and a narrative of SF’s willingness to comply. (I really do love the plan!)And if her teammates have other ideas about sneaking around while everyone else basically creates a diversion… she’s all for it!
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(3552) = 15
Dec 29, 2024 2:10 am
As Smallfry turns one way out the exit, Fuschia turns the other way,
Okay Here's one for The Omnigram.
She stands proudly in view of the office, turns her head to a flattering tilt, extends her selfie-stick, and makes sure to get the junkyard in the shot, (even in it's dump-heapedishness, she finds an aesthetically pleasing angle that makes it look nicer than it is} she makes an effortless smile, and as a final touch, she engulfs herself in her signature blue and fuchsia flames.
How's this for a distraction?
She takes a few pictures
Okay Here's one for The Omnigram.
She stands proudly in view of the office, turns her head to a flattering tilt, extends her selfie-stick, and makes sure to get the junkyard in the shot, (even in it's dump-heapedishness, she finds an aesthetically pleasing angle that makes it look nicer than it is} she makes an effortless smile, and as a final touch, she engulfs herself in her signature blue and fuchsia flames.
How's this for a distraction?
She takes a few pictures
Rolls
Light & Color Manipulator - (4d6)
(2113) = 7
Dec 30, 2024 9:17 am
Victor whistles to himself as he tries to casually saunter away!
Rolls
Mild-Mannered Alter Ego - (3d6)
(311) = 5
Jan 1, 2025 9:31 pm
OOC:
@witchdoctor: Are you going along with TrustyJustin's plan or not?If I don't hear from you by tomorrow PM, I'll put Doppelganger on the sidelines with Sarah and progress the adventure.
Jan 2, 2025 11:55 am
OOC:
Doppelganger is definitely going along with the plan. Darshelle
Jan 4, 2025 6:50 pm
OOC:
Moving forward with this. Doppelganger is sidelined until more activity and appropriate rolls.Rolls
Jet Black merc roll - (4d6)
(1421) = 8
Stooge roll - (4d6)
(2322) = 9
Robo-squirrel roll - (1d6)
(4) = 4
Jan 4, 2025 7:00 pm
Sal is still fussing with his dogs, and the seemingly inevitable conflict has him leery. He decides to sit back and watch things unfold...for now.
Doppelganger morphs into a squirrel, the faithfulness of the transformation unknown at this time, and...does nothing?
Small Fry's shrinkage is a resounding success! She's able to move about without being detected by human, robo-squirrel, or dog. Will she hitch a ride with Squirrelganger? Go investigate the robo-squirrels by herself? Stay and help her teammates?
For her teammates may need assistance, as both Jet Black and the Stooges aren't buying Fuchsia's and Victor's distractions!
Doppelganger morphs into a squirrel, the faithfulness of the transformation unknown at this time, and...does nothing?
Small Fry's shrinkage is a resounding success! She's able to move about without being detected by human, robo-squirrel, or dog. Will she hitch a ride with Squirrelganger? Go investigate the robo-squirrels by herself? Stay and help her teammates?
For her teammates may need assistance, as both Jet Black and the Stooges aren't buying Fuchsia's and Victor's distractions!
Jan 4, 2025 7:06 pm
The stooges watch Victor and Fuchsia closely, then converse amongst themselves. After a few seconds, they march over to them, grabbing each firmly by the arms.
"We do not know exactly what you're doing, but you're nonetheless impeding our assignment. We've asked you to leave nicely, in the standard OmniCorp manner that research has proven is pleasing to all demographics, but now we must be more firm. We will put both of you in our vehicle and transport you back to town, where you will stay for at least 24 hours. After that, you are free to do whatever you want."
"Do not resist. We do not want to use force, but we will, pursuant to OmniCorp protocols regarding conflict."
"We do not know exactly what you're doing, but you're nonetheless impeding our assignment. We've asked you to leave nicely, in the standard OmniCorp manner that research has proven is pleasing to all demographics, but now we must be more firm. We will put both of you in our vehicle and transport you back to town, where you will stay for at least 24 hours. After that, you are free to do whatever you want."
"Do not resist. We do not want to use force, but we will, pursuant to OmniCorp protocols regarding conflict."
Jan 4, 2025 7:11 pm
Jet Black chuckles at this clusterfuck...but still has her hands near her pistols.
"Nice try, cosplayers, but these stooges ain't gonna roll over so easily. Wonder what you'll do now? Go along with those jackasses cuz you're scared to make a scene? Try some more trickery that'll fail?"
"If only there was a mercenary around who might help, for the right price...."
"Nice try, cosplayers, but these stooges ain't gonna roll over so easily. Wonder what you'll do now? Go along with those jackasses cuz you're scared to make a scene? Try some more trickery that'll fail?"
"If only there was a mercenary around who might help, for the right price...."
Jan 4, 2025 7:22 pm
OOC:
A lot going on! I'll say Victor and Fuchsia each lose 1 dice from the cliches they used, since both were out-rolled by the Stooges and Jet Black.The squirrels are undetermined, since it depends on what Small Fry and Doppelganger do.
Fuchsia can use Blinding Optimism again (remember, she lost against Sal), but only 1 dice, until she perks herself up.
I think that covers everything.
Jan 6, 2025 12:39 pm
Small Fry doesn’t want to arouse suspicion. She becomes tiny enough to fit inside Doppelgänger’s robot-squirrel-ear and whispers, "In case you need to make a sudden change to the plan, but you can’t inform me without blowing your cover, just go where you think we gotta be. I’ll have your back. In the meantime, I’ll be on your back."
OOC:
I’m good with going back to help the others, but figure by playing it this way—like bug-sized SF didn’t notice (yet), Doppelgänger can choose to move without having to speak or transform if Witchdoctor prefers to remain disguised.Jan 6, 2025 3:44 pm
Fuschia squirms in their grip Gross, your hands smell like sanitizer. Get off of me!
To Jet Black: Sorry to burst your bubble Buster, but we aren't cosplayers, we're the real deal. If you're looking for a one-shot black&blu team-up, then we'll consider letting you tag along, maybe! speaking of...
Blinding bright blue and pink bursts of light explode in the faces of the goons as Fuschia struggles to break free.
To Jet Black: Sorry to burst your bubble Buster, but we aren't cosplayers, we're the real deal. If you're looking for a one-shot black&blu team-up, then we'll consider letting you tag along, maybe! speaking of...
Blinding bright blue and pink bursts of light explode in the faces of the goons as Fuschia struggles to break free.
Rolls
Light & Color Manipulator - (3d6)
(661) = 13
Jan 6, 2025 6:18 pm
Squirrel
>>>The purple-pawed squirrel trued to approximate nodding it's head as the tiny voice in it's tufted ear spoke. Doppelganger had heard and understood the tiny superhero. From the nearby car hood, Doppelganger watched Fuchsia and Victor get accosted by the OmniCorp goons but that was kind of their role. Hoping for the best outcome for the pair, Doppelganger let the instincts of the Squirrel form guide the path to finding these robo-squirrels.
Rolls
Shapeshifting Virtuoso - (4d6)
(6415) = 16
Jan 6, 2025 7:39 pm
Victor sighs as the goons grab him and Fuchsia lashes out. "I guess we're doing this, then. Oof, this part always tingles."
He reaches under his shirt and pulls forth an amulet that hangs about his neck. The necklace bears a design of a triquetra, or trinity knot. He holds it and chants some words in Old Norse: "Komdu með skjaldmeyjuna!"
A golden glow suffuses Victor's body, and he begins to float a few inches off the ground. The same glow surrounds Hilde as the cat levitates as well. From seemingly nowhere, a stirring song begins to fill the air.
Theme Music
As the music continues, Victor's body begins to change. His lean frame begins to fill out with muscles as he gains a couple inches of height. His hair pales from brown to golden blonde, while his skin tone lightens as well. His facial features soften, his eyes turning an icy shade of blue. His shoulders narrow while his hips widen, and a distinct swelling of his chest indicates that his entire body is changing into a woman's! Hilde is changing as well, bulking up as her fur darkens to black.
The music approaches its crescendo, and both Victor and Hilde spin around in the air. Victor's clothes change into feminine armor, and as she holds out her free hand, a large shield flies in from thin air. She grabs it, brandishing it to display the fearsome dragon painting on its face. A Viking-style helmet manifests on Hilde's head.
He reaches under his shirt and pulls forth an amulet that hangs about his neck. The necklace bears a design of a triquetra, or trinity knot. He holds it and chants some words in Old Norse: "Komdu með skjaldmeyjuna!"
A golden glow suffuses Victor's body, and he begins to float a few inches off the ground. The same glow surrounds Hilde as the cat levitates as well. From seemingly nowhere, a stirring song begins to fill the air.
Theme Music
As the music continues, Victor's body begins to change. His lean frame begins to fill out with muscles as he gains a couple inches of height. His hair pales from brown to golden blonde, while his skin tone lightens as well. His facial features soften, his eyes turning an icy shade of blue. His shoulders narrow while his hips widen, and a distinct swelling of his chest indicates that his entire body is changing into a woman's! Hilde is changing as well, bulking up as her fur darkens to black.
The music approaches its crescendo, and both Victor and Hilde spin around in the air. Victor's clothes change into feminine armor, and as she holds out her free hand, a large shield flies in from thin air. She grabs it, brandishing it to display the fearsome dragon painting on its face. A Viking-style helmet manifests on Hilde's head.
Jan 6, 2025 7:42 pm
Then, with a crash, the music ends. The transformed young woman and cat land lightly on their feet, and the Viking woman flashes a fierce grin. "Do not fear. The Shield Maiden is here!" she declares.
The helmeted cat meows in agreement!
The Shield Maiden slams her shield into the ground, creating a boom of thunder that slams into the thugs!
The helmeted cat meows in agreement!
The Shield Maiden slams her shield into the ground, creating a boom of thunder that slams into the thugs!
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(6433) = 16
Jan 6, 2025 10:12 pm
OOC:
It's gettin' hot n' heavy!This will be actual combat, not single-action...since it's serious bizness. Jet Black and the Stooges are involved, Sal and the dogs aren't...at least for round one. Fuchsia and Shield Maiden, roll flat d20s. Your respective moves will be on hold until we determine initiative. You can use the moves you've already RPed when the time comes, or come up with new stuff.
Small Fry, Squirrelganger has indicated that they're going after the squirrels, and letting Fuchsia and Maiden handle the other stuff. You won't be able to Street Fighter the vehicle unless you (and Ganger, if you're staying in his ear) decide to hang around for at least one round of combat...but then your foes will become aware of you, and you won't be able to slip off unnoticed!
What do you do?!
Rolls
Jet Black init - (d20)
(12) = 12
Stooges init - (d20)
(17) = 17
Jan 6, 2025 10:57 pm
OOC:
Stronk rolls.Are you two using what you already RPed as moves, or not?
Looks like you'll be going first and second, respectively, unless your teammates decide to stick around.
Jan 7, 2025 1:48 am
INIT
Shield Maiden: 19 -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (3)
Fuchsia Blu: 18 -- down to Light & Color Manipulator (3) and Blinding Optimism (1)
OmniCorp Stooges: 17
Jet Black: 12
Working on the squirrel stuff while Shield Maiden decides if they want to stick with their already-posted move or not.
Not rolling for the robo-squirrels, since it's impossible for them to beat either roll from Squirrelganger and Small Fry.
Shield Maiden: 19 -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (3)
Fuchsia Blu: 18 -- down to Light & Color Manipulator (3) and Blinding Optimism (1)
OmniCorp Stooges: 17
Jet Black: 12
Working on the squirrel stuff while Shield Maiden decides if they want to stick with their already-posted move or not.
Not rolling for the robo-squirrels, since it's impossible for them to beat either roll from Squirrelganger and Small Fry.
Jan 7, 2025 2:11 am
The Doppel-chatterer and its "hearing aid" bound away from the impending conflict, back into the junkyard. Fuchsia will have told them where to look for the robo-squirrels, and may have shown them the video she took of the "adorable" critters in a spare moment during all this hubbub.
Squirrelganger crawls under the truck where the other squirrels were seen, and then pops up through a rusty hole in the floorboard...and sees the two of them instantly!
The squirrels are peering out of the smashed windshield at the scene near the junkyard entrance. Their metallic chatters are clearly concerned, though unless Doppelganger's powers are crazy enough to change their brain functions entirely, they won't be able to understand what they hear. It's probably tech-squirrel-speak anyway, not normal squirrel-speak.
The robo-squirrels have decided to high-tail it (pun!) out of there, so they adjust their packs, slip out of the truck, and hippy-hop through the junkyard. So cunning is Doppelganger's transformation that they're able to dodge out of the robo-squirrel's line of sight with ease.
The squirrels will head to the northwest corner of the junkyard, easily slip over the fence, and then enter the forest, hopping from tree to tree. Doppelganger and Small Fry can follow them easily, and won't be detected.
Squirrelganger crawls under the truck where the other squirrels were seen, and then pops up through a rusty hole in the floorboard...and sees the two of them instantly!
The squirrels are peering out of the smashed windshield at the scene near the junkyard entrance. Their metallic chatters are clearly concerned, though unless Doppelganger's powers are crazy enough to change their brain functions entirely, they won't be able to understand what they hear. It's probably tech-squirrel-speak anyway, not normal squirrel-speak.
The robo-squirrels have decided to high-tail it (pun!) out of there, so they adjust their packs, slip out of the truck, and hippy-hop through the junkyard. So cunning is Doppelganger's transformation that they're able to dodge out of the robo-squirrel's line of sight with ease.
The squirrels will head to the northwest corner of the junkyard, easily slip over the fence, and then enter the forest, hopping from tree to tree. Doppelganger and Small Fry can follow them easily, and won't be detected.
Jan 7, 2025 3:13 am
Squirrel
Jan 7, 2025 8:08 pm
OOC:
Battle start!Rolls
Corporate Stooges, defending against Shield Maiden - (4d6)
(4523) = 14
Jan 7, 2025 8:13 pm
The Shield Maiden's thunderous attack rocks the stooges, sending them hurtling this way and that! Some of them slam into their Escalade with grunts; others eat a mouthful of dirt.
"This is...not ideal. And painful. Let us regroup, and try to recall OmniCorp protocols for dealing with gender-bending, demi-goddess type threats!"
"This is...not ideal. And painful. Let us regroup, and try to recall OmniCorp protocols for dealing with gender-bending, demi-goddess type threats!"
OOC:
They lose 1 dice.Jan 7, 2025 8:21 pm
The stooges are now blinded from Fuchsia's light manipulation!
"This situation deteriorates by the second. We will have to rely on our other senses until our vision returns. Recall the blindfolded training we've undertaken, comrades, and don't lose heart!"
A pause.
"And by 'comrades,' we are not referencing the former Soviet Russia, its satellite states, or communism. OmniCorp believes in the benevolent freedom of capitalism."
"This situation deteriorates by the second. We will have to rely on our other senses until our vision returns. Recall the blindfolded training we've undertaken, comrades, and don't lose heart!"
A pause.
"And by 'comrades,' we are not referencing the former Soviet Russia, its satellite states, or communism. OmniCorp believes in the benevolent freedom of capitalism."
OOC:
They lose 1 more dice.Jan 7, 2025 8:28 pm
Jet Black uses a finger to tilt her shades down a bit, so she can watch you all work.
"Not bad. You're right: ya'll ain't cosplayers. But are you really the real deal? That remains to be seen."
She pulls out a pistol and crouches, as if she's about to leap into battle...but then yawns and leans against the fence.
"But I think you've misunderstood. I ain't interested in some goody-two-shoes team-up to make me feel all altruistic. I'm a merc. You gotta give me something worthwhile to benefit from my services. Until then...well, who knows what could happen?"
"Not bad. You're right: ya'll ain't cosplayers. But are you really the real deal? That remains to be seen."
She pulls out a pistol and crouches, as if she's about to leap into battle...but then yawns and leans against the fence.
"But I think you've misunderstood. I ain't interested in some goody-two-shoes team-up to make me feel all altruistic. I'm a merc. You gotta give me something worthwhile to benefit from my services. Until then...well, who knows what could happen?"
OOC:
She does nothing on her turn.Jan 7, 2025 8:30 pm
Round Two
Shield Maiden: 19 -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (3)
Fuchsia Blu: 18 -- down to Light & Color Manipulator (3) and Blinding Optimism (1)
OmniCorp Stooges: 17 -- down to Corporate Stooges (2)
Jet Black: 12
Shield Maiden's turn!
Now for the squirrel stuff....
Shield Maiden: 19 -- down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (3)
Fuchsia Blu: 18 -- down to Light & Color Manipulator (3) and Blinding Optimism (1)
OmniCorp Stooges: 17 -- down to Corporate Stooges (2)
Jet Black: 12
Shield Maiden's turn!
Now for the squirrel stuff....
Jan 7, 2025 8:51 pm
The robo-squirrels hop through the forest without pause, only occasionally chattering to each other. After a bit, you see an opening up ahead. You've gone maybe a quarter of a mile.
The opening is a small abandoned lumber mill. The main structure is a tall wooden building with a sagging roof and windows cracked or boarded up. A faded sign attached to the side reads "Timbermaxx" in peeling paint. You also see a long one-story building (likely the main office) as well as several smaller buildings or sheds, likely used for storage.
Weeds and saplings poke through the concrete, the fence surrounding the property is barely standing, and a few pieces of rusted-out equipment dot the landscape. You see several "No Trespassing" signs, that of course have been ignored; graffiti covers all of the buildings. One reads "FUCK OMNICORP" in huge block letters.
The robo-squirrels scamper to what seems to be the former office building and slip through a hole in the wall, disappearing from sight. You can't see anyone around, but you think you hear a voice coming from inside the building as soon as the robo-squirrels enter. You're about fifty yards from the office, still concealed by the forest.
The opening is a small abandoned lumber mill. The main structure is a tall wooden building with a sagging roof and windows cracked or boarded up. A faded sign attached to the side reads "Timbermaxx" in peeling paint. You also see a long one-story building (likely the main office) as well as several smaller buildings or sheds, likely used for storage.
Weeds and saplings poke through the concrete, the fence surrounding the property is barely standing, and a few pieces of rusted-out equipment dot the landscape. You see several "No Trespassing" signs, that of course have been ignored; graffiti covers all of the buildings. One reads "FUCK OMNICORP" in huge block letters.
The robo-squirrels scamper to what seems to be the former office building and slip through a hole in the wall, disappearing from sight. You can't see anyone around, but you think you hear a voice coming from inside the building as soon as the robo-squirrels enter. You're about fifty yards from the office, still concealed by the forest.
Jan 7, 2025 8:57 pm
"Flee while you can, hooligans! Or face my fury!" the Shield Maiden declares. Lightning begins to crackle around her as she puts on an intimidating display!
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(5645) = 20
Jan 7, 2025 9:13 pm
OOC:
Roll!Rolls
Corporate Stooges, defending against Shield Maiden - (2d6)
(53) = 8
Jan 7, 2025 9:20 pm
"Retreat is not in our vocabulary. Well, it is, but we don't retreat, unless conditions clearly have the "Hopeless" status, as defined in our handbooks. You understand my meaning, perhaps, but I'll explain it anyway, as some people have learning disabilities. Saying a word isn't in your vocabulary doesn't mean you're ignorant of the word, it means the word is something you don't do, or strive not to do."
This pointless explanation is delivered shakily, and the stooges are coughing and stumbling more by the second. The Shield Maiden's display has them reeling!
This pointless explanation is delivered shakily, and the stooges are coughing and stumbling more by the second. The Shield Maiden's display has them reeling!
OOC:
Only one dice left for these goons!Jan 7, 2025 10:13 pm
first of all, she looks at Victor/Shield Maiden and gives the super well -impressed face paired with an understated thumbs up, woah
secondly, I think what you all really need, is a little bit more individuality, she throws an imaginary handful of paint hitting them each with the very real effect of making their suits appear entirely from head-to-toe a unique color: pink, yellow, blue and rainbow
there, now you can tell reach other apart
secondly, I think what you all really need, is a little bit more individuality, she throws an imaginary handful of paint hitting them each with the very real effect of making their suits appear entirely from head-to-toe a unique color: pink, yellow, blue and rainbow
there, now you can tell reach other apart
Rolls
Light and color - (4d6)
(3155) = 14
Jan 7, 2025 10:39 pm
Small Fry giggles. "Looks like we’ve met our girl genius. How about we approach with two different angles? I’ll do my fly-on-the-wall thing, and you follow the… pack? Skulk? Flamboyance? Whatever the collective noun is for squirrels."
Small Fry shrinks and grows in flight, dilating and glowing so to the human eye, she appears to be a firefly blinking her light!
Her plan is to move to where she can see the missing child, preferably without being seen (or mistaken for an insignificant insect if seen).
Small Fry shrinks and grows in flight, dilating and glowing so to the human eye, she appears to be a firefly blinking her light!
Her plan is to move to where she can see the missing child, preferably without being seen (or mistaken for an insignificant insect if seen).
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(5241) = 12
Jan 8, 2025 12:49 am
OOC:
Fuchsia's cliche should've been 3d6, but you'd still win against their 1 dice. Not rolling for the stooges, since they're doomed."Individuality?! That is...that is...."
Their corpo brains are clearly puzzled by this strange concept. They've been thoroughly thrashed, mentally and physically, and are at the mercy of the victors! But wait...Jet Black is still involved....
Jan 8, 2025 12:55 am
The merc lets out a whistle, and holsters her guns.
"Welp, looks like you didn't need my help after all. And you did my dirty work for me. So what'll you do now? Torture them? Give them a heroic speech and hope they'll learn a Life Lesson? Don't mind me, I'm just standing here watching...and listening, very intently."
If you do end combat, the Stooges are defeated, and you can choose what to do with them. Since this was an actual fight, as opposed to the earlier argument with Mr. Johnson, you can be harsher if you want.
"Welp, looks like you didn't need my help after all. And you did my dirty work for me. So what'll you do now? Torture them? Give them a heroic speech and hope they'll learn a Life Lesson? Don't mind me, I'm just standing here watching...and listening, very intently."
OOC:
Combat will end if you want, as Jet Black isn't gun-ho for a fight...for now. Or you can fight her, up to you!If you do end combat, the Stooges are defeated, and you can choose what to do with them. Since this was an actual fight, as opposed to the earlier argument with Mr. Johnson, you can be harsher if you want.
Jan 8, 2025 1:15 am
Small Fry blink-flutters towards the ruined building, getting an angle so she can peek in through a broken window. Inside is Eliza Caldwell, just as she suspected!
The inside still looks junky and abandoned, but Eliza has clearly taken strides to renovate it into a secret base. Tools and gadgets lie everywhere, along with her robotic creations. You see numerous robo-animals besides the squirrels, either currently active, turned off, or sitting on workbenches waiting to be finished or repaired.
There are also various weapons (some sort of energy shotgun, maybe a plasma sword?) lying around, also in various stages of construction.
A small bed sits by a wall, as well as a mini-fridge and a stove. There are various other "secret lair" type things about.
Right now, Eliza is interrogating the two robo-squirrels who just returned....
The inside still looks junky and abandoned, but Eliza has clearly taken strides to renovate it into a secret base. Tools and gadgets lie everywhere, along with her robotic creations. You see numerous robo-animals besides the squirrels, either currently active, turned off, or sitting on workbenches waiting to be finished or repaired.
There are also various weapons (some sort of energy shotgun, maybe a plasma sword?) lying around, also in various stages of construction.
A small bed sits by a wall, as well as a mini-fridge and a stove. There are various other "secret lair" type things about.
Right now, Eliza is interrogating the two robo-squirrels who just returned....
Jan 8, 2025 1:32 am
She bends down and inspects the packs on the robo-squirrel's backs.
"What've you brought me today, huh, S2 and S3? Dumbass Sal didn't notice ya, did he?"
EXCITED CHATTERING
"Hold on, hold on! I'm trying to process all the----"
MORE EXCITED CHATTERING
"Gah! I thought I programmed you to be more level-headed! I'll see for myself!"
She picks up one of the robo-squirrels, sets it on a workbench, then shoves a USB-type cord into a slot in its neck. This doesn't bother the squirrel one bit; in fact, it lets out a squeak of delight.
Eliza then connects the other end of the cord to a laptop, opens up a program, clicks a few buttons, and voila! She's reviewing video of what the squirrel saw back at the junkyard.
"Hmmm...there's Sal. Looking dumb and shifty as usual. And four cosplayers...wait...is that my Mom?! Then some cool-looking all-black-wearing chick...some OmniCorp goons...what...the...actual...fuck?!"
She paces around for a few seconds, muttering.
"Ain't no coincidence. Someone noticed you robo-squirrels...[CONCERNED SQUEALING]...oh, pipe down! I created you, it's my fault I didn't make you more stealthy. Anyway, looks like someone put the word out that something freaky was happening at the junkyard, and now everyone and their mother (and my mother) is investigating...."
She looks around the room sadly, and sighs.
"Well, looks like we're on the run again. Can't stay here, with everyone poking around just a quarter-mile away. But first, let's make sure nobody followed you two goofs here...."
She presses some keys on her laptop....
Eliza's Stats:
Engineer Extraordinaire (4)
Rebel Without A Cause (3)
She also has allies:
Horde of robo-animals (3)
"What've you brought me today, huh, S2 and S3? Dumbass Sal didn't notice ya, did he?"
EXCITED CHATTERING
"Hold on, hold on! I'm trying to process all the----"
MORE EXCITED CHATTERING
"Gah! I thought I programmed you to be more level-headed! I'll see for myself!"
She picks up one of the robo-squirrels, sets it on a workbench, then shoves a USB-type cord into a slot in its neck. This doesn't bother the squirrel one bit; in fact, it lets out a squeak of delight.
Eliza then connects the other end of the cord to a laptop, opens up a program, clicks a few buttons, and voila! She's reviewing video of what the squirrel saw back at the junkyard.
"Hmmm...there's Sal. Looking dumb and shifty as usual. And four cosplayers...wait...is that my Mom?! Then some cool-looking all-black-wearing chick...some OmniCorp goons...what...the...actual...fuck?!"
She paces around for a few seconds, muttering.
"Ain't no coincidence. Someone noticed you robo-squirrels...[CONCERNED SQUEALING]...oh, pipe down! I created you, it's my fault I didn't make you more stealthy. Anyway, looks like someone put the word out that something freaky was happening at the junkyard, and now everyone and their mother (and my mother) is investigating...."
She looks around the room sadly, and sighs.
"Well, looks like we're on the run again. Can't stay here, with everyone poking around just a quarter-mile away. But first, let's make sure nobody followed you two goofs here...."
She presses some keys on her laptop....
Eliza's Stats:
Engineer Extraordinaire (4)
Rebel Without A Cause (3)
She also has allies:
Horde of robo-animals (3)
Rolls
Engineer Extraordinaire, scanning the area - (4d6)
(1251) = 9
Jan 8, 2025 1:39 am
OOC:
Small Fry remains undetected!Doppelganger, roll to see if you get detected.
Jan 8, 2025 4:38 am
Squirrel
OOC:
I think Pulp Detective might cover remaining undetected. It specifically mentions 'stealthy approaches' in the description.Rolls
Pulp Detective - (3d6)
(365) = 14
Jan 9, 2025 9:56 pm
OOC:
Yeah, that works. Neither of you are detected. Since this isn't a face-to-face conflict, I'll say Eliza doesn't lose dice. It's more like a perception or investigation check in D&D."Hmmm...don't see any threats. But I haven't had time to build a really top-notch scanning system...."
She then whirls around and whistles. All the active robo-animals snap to attention.
"Listen up, all of you! We're moving out! Pack up everything quickly! No lollygagging! And C8, go get the van!"
The robo-animals make their respective robo-noises for a few seconds, and then get to work. Crates are dragged into the room, and all of them start shoving in Eliza's contraptions, tools, gear, and so on. Eliza also helps pack, occasionally stopping to direct her creations.
A robo-chimpanzee (likely C8) front-flips out of a window and lopes across the concrete parking lot, heading towards the large main building. Probably where Eliza has the van stashed....
Jan 9, 2025 11:44 pm
Small Fry decides to test the girl’s intellectual curiosity. Barely a glowing speck, about a millimeter tall, the tiny heroine moves in a way that she can be seen—but not perceived as more than a spark.
She uses the immense strength she can only have at her super-tiny size! She pushes against the W button on the laptop! "Ngyunnnnngg!"
w
The spark moves over to the A button! Then the I! The T! "Hrrrrrrrrrggghh!"
wait
She keeps pressing more buttons!
waitcam
"Shit! Typo! Arrrrrrrrgh!"
waitcamwetalk/
She sprawls on the ? button and watches the colossal child. How will she deal with the little spark who keeps taping her keyboard.
She uses the immense strength she can only have at her super-tiny size! She pushes against the W button on the laptop! "Ngyunnnnngg!"
w
The spark moves over to the A button! Then the I! The T! "Hrrrrrrrrrggghh!"
wait
She keeps pressing more buttons!
waitcam
"Shit! Typo! Arrrrrrrrgh!"
waitcamwetalk/
She sprawls on the ? button and watches the colossal child. How will she deal with the little spark who keeps taping her keyboard.
Jan 10, 2025 1:27 am
It takes a few seconds for Eliza to pause in her packing and look at her laptop. Her jaw drops and her eyes almost pop out of her skull.
"What the?! Hacked?! No, can't be! The NSA couldn't crack this thing!"
A few clicks and taps, and she realizes someone is typing on her laptop...right here and now! It doesn't take long for her to notice Small Fry. She immediately puts on a pair of glasses (like Google Glass, but not shitty...and custom-made, of course, so no privacy concerns) and stares down at the diminutive heroine. The glasses have clearly locked onto the spark, and are displaying info that Eliza is interpreting.
"I don't know exactly what you are, but you've got about five seconds to explain yourself! Choose your words carefully, or I'm vaporizing you."
"What the?! Hacked?! No, can't be! The NSA couldn't crack this thing!"
A few clicks and taps, and she realizes someone is typing on her laptop...right here and now! It doesn't take long for her to notice Small Fry. She immediately puts on a pair of glasses (like Google Glass, but not shitty...and custom-made, of course, so no privacy concerns) and stares down at the diminutive heroine. The glasses have clearly locked onto the spark, and are displaying info that Eliza is interpreting.
"I don't know exactly what you are, but you've got about five seconds to explain yourself! Choose your words carefully, or I'm vaporizing you."
Jan 10, 2025 4:06 am
Small Fry grows to fairy-size. She flutters to the open laptop and seats herself atop the screen, crossing one leg over the other.
"My name’s Small Fry. I’m here because your Mother is worried about you, Eliza."
She leans in a little.
"You’re fortunate that I found you instead of the merc or the corporate goons. But you realize that the moment C8 starts that van, the bad guys will converge on us. And Jet Black isn’t alone, though she pretends to be. So…"
Small Fry points down at the message she typed on the screen.
"Can we talk?"
"My name’s Small Fry. I’m here because your Mother is worried about you, Eliza."
She leans in a little.
"You’re fortunate that I found you instead of the merc or the corporate goons. But you realize that the moment C8 starts that van, the bad guys will converge on us. And Jet Black isn’t alone, though she pretends to be. So…"
Small Fry points down at the message she typed on the screen.
"Can we talk?"
Jan 10, 2025 11:15 am
Totes_McGee says:
The merc lets out a whistle, and holsters her guns."Welp, looks like you didn't need my help after all. And you did my dirty work for me. So what'll you do now? Torture them? Give them a heroic speech and hope they'll learn a Life Lesson? Don't mind me, I'm just standing here watching...and listening, very intently."
Jan 10, 2025 8:13 pm
Eliza's curiosity is obviously piqued by the size-shifting "fairy." She doesn't answer immediately; instead you see her eyes flashing from side to side as she processes whatever her Special Glasses are telling her about you.
But when she does answer, her face turns beet-red, and she clenches her fists.
"My mother? Worried? HA! So she hasn't told you the whole story, huh? You're a typical wannabe do-gooder, aren't ya? Rushing in to save the day, without learning all the facts!"
"And I'm lucky you found me first? Pffffttt. I can handle myself. And nobody's gonna converge here in time to stop me from leaving, unless you've got an army just outside that I somehow missed. In case you didn't notice, it's a quarter-mile to the junkyard, and there's a forest separating us."
She makes a strange buzzing noise, and three robo-hummingbirds zip towards Small Fry, hovering near her menacingly! All the other robo-animals are also staring at the "fairy." Outside, you hear the sound of a vehicle moving towards the lair.
"Time's up, fairy girl. Judging from the scene at the junkyard, I'm a popular free agent. Everyone wants to know who exactly has created these robo-animals. And while I'm not really looking to sign with a team, if you make me an offer I can't refuse...."
She then wags a finger at Small Fry.
"But if your offer is 'go back to my mother like a meek little lamb,' then you're wasting your breath!"
But when she does answer, her face turns beet-red, and she clenches her fists.
"My mother? Worried? HA! So she hasn't told you the whole story, huh? You're a typical wannabe do-gooder, aren't ya? Rushing in to save the day, without learning all the facts!"
"And I'm lucky you found me first? Pffffttt. I can handle myself. And nobody's gonna converge here in time to stop me from leaving, unless you've got an army just outside that I somehow missed. In case you didn't notice, it's a quarter-mile to the junkyard, and there's a forest separating us."
She makes a strange buzzing noise, and three robo-hummingbirds zip towards Small Fry, hovering near her menacingly! All the other robo-animals are also staring at the "fairy." Outside, you hear the sound of a vehicle moving towards the lair.
"Time's up, fairy girl. Judging from the scene at the junkyard, I'm a popular free agent. Everyone wants to know who exactly has created these robo-animals. And while I'm not really looking to sign with a team, if you make me an offer I can't refuse...."
She then wags a finger at Small Fry.
"But if your offer is 'go back to my mother like a meek little lamb,' then you're wasting your breath!"
Jan 10, 2025 9:01 pm
Small Fry looks to the hummingbirds on either side of her.
@witchdoctor
"So you hop in the van. C8 drives off the moment he sees you…" She pretends to ponder. What she’s really doing is stalling while in earshot of Doppelgänger. "…and then it’s off to a career in super-villainy?
"How much will you really be worth?" She gestures to emphasize the surrounding hummingbirds. "You literally surrounded me with converging drones while unironically failing to catch my meaning of converge. Do you think OmniCorp is sending the Keystone Cops to chase your van on foot? They’ve got eyes in the skies. They don’t need to chase you. They just need to know your destination.
"And if you think it’s easy to escape dro—"
Small Fry quite suddenly shrinks away—too small to be perceived even by a robot hummingbird, if she’s quick enough!
Also hoping Doppelgänger will think of something while Small Fry possibly stalls Eliza.
@witchdoctor
"So you hop in the van. C8 drives off the moment he sees you…" She pretends to ponder. What she’s really doing is stalling while in earshot of Doppelgänger. "…and then it’s off to a career in super-villainy?
"How much will you really be worth?" She gestures to emphasize the surrounding hummingbirds. "You literally surrounded me with converging drones while unironically failing to catch my meaning of converge. Do you think OmniCorp is sending the Keystone Cops to chase your van on foot? They’ve got eyes in the skies. They don’t need to chase you. They just need to know your destination.
"And if you think it’s easy to escape dro—"
Small Fry quite suddenly shrinks away—too small to be perceived even by a robot hummingbird, if she’s quick enough!
OOC:
Attempting to get away from the hummingbirds, ideally a roll against them—though my roll is less than ideal!Also hoping Doppelgänger will think of something while Small Fry possibly stalls Eliza.
Last edited January 10, 2025 9:04 pm
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(1155) = 12
Jan 11, 2025 1:28 am
>>>Sometimes giving someone what they expect is exactly how to motivate them. Doppelganger watched as Small Fry tried to reason with the young gadgeteer and, in typical fashion, the young girl overestimated how smart she actually was. Sometimes it seemed like having 'super intelligence' makes one 'super dumb'.
>>> Doppelganger moved from under the low cover their squirrel-form hid from Eliza's scans and scurried furtively to a more dramatic location for the next step of the plan...
>>>"Target Eliza Caldwell." Doppelganger's 'Mr. Smith' form announced with a sort of buzzing and buttery voice. "You will submit yourself as an OmniCorp subsidiary forthwith. Please, do not resist." Mr. Smith stepped into the dramatic lighting for maximum effect, the purple lenses of his dark shades glinting in the light. Maybe proving the girl wrong might move her into a more tractable mood. Doppelganger steeled himself for the inevitable attack by her drones.
>>> Doppelganger moved from under the low cover their squirrel-form hid from Eliza's scans and scurried furtively to a more dramatic location for the next step of the plan...
Mr. Smith
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Jan 11, 2025 6:54 pm
Eliza rolls her eyes at Small Fry's comments.
"Super-villainy?! Do you really think I----"
She's cut short as the heroine again disappears. The robo-hummingbirds buzz about, awaiting further orders. But then Mr. Smith dramatically appears, and Eliza directs her attention towards him. Unlike Small Fry, who she at least talked to (albeit briefly), Eliza has zero patience for this new interloper.
"Another one?! Damn, my makeshift scanners are really lackluster...and you're with OmniCorp? Thought you bootlicking scum traveled in packs. Anyway, doesn't matter! I ain't submitting to no corpo-fascist! Get 'im, crew!"
She grabs the high-tech shotgun from a crate as her robo-animals rush towards Mr. Smith!
Eliza or her animals aren't contesting Small Fry's roll, so Small Fry can leave/retreat if she desires. If she wants to stick around and help Mr. Smith, roll a d20!
"Super-villainy?! Do you really think I----"
She's cut short as the heroine again disappears. The robo-hummingbirds buzz about, awaiting further orders. But then Mr. Smith dramatically appears, and Eliza directs her attention towards him. Unlike Small Fry, who she at least talked to (albeit briefly), Eliza has zero patience for this new interloper.
"Another one?! Damn, my makeshift scanners are really lackluster...and you're with OmniCorp? Thought you bootlicking scum traveled in packs. Anyway, doesn't matter! I ain't submitting to no corpo-fascist! Get 'im, crew!"
She grabs the high-tech shotgun from a crate as her robo-animals rush towards Mr. Smith!
OOC:
Combat time! Mr. Smith, roll a d20 for initiative.Eliza or her animals aren't contesting Small Fry's roll, so Small Fry can leave/retreat if she desires. If she wants to stick around and help Mr. Smith, roll a d20!
Rolls
Eliza init - (d20)
(15) = 15
Horde of robo-animals init - (d20)
(10) = 10
Jan 11, 2025 9:42 pm
Small Fry wants to help the child. Unfortunately, the kid is so on edge, the heroine doesn’t know what to make of her—but maybe the way to earn a child genius’ respect is to outwit her.
So Small Fry uses her microscopic size to slip away—
—and once outside, she knows her target. It’ll take a few size shifts: bug-size to check the van, subatomic to slip in through the van’s molecular structure… and then, just big enough to look at C8, not where the key to the van is—
—and bigger, so she can snatch the key!
So Small Fry uses her microscopic size to slip away—
—and once outside, she knows her target. It’ll take a few size shifts: bug-size to check the van, subatomic to slip in through the van’s molecular structure… and then, just big enough to look at C8, not where the key to the van is—
—and bigger, so she can snatch the key!
OOC:
INIT roll just to see if SF can get this far before combat starts. But since I’m not in the combat, I’ll roll vs. C8.Rolls
INIT., if needed - (d20)
(19) = 19
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(3421) = 10
Jan 11, 2025 10:16 pm
C8 drives the van near an exit to the building, backing up skillfully so his compatriots can easily load Eliza's stuff into the back. The robo-chimp could teach distracted drivers a think or two about maneuvering a vehicle....
But then the engine mysteriously turns off! Looking around frantically, C8 notices Small Fry's key theft, but is unable to stop her! The robot lets out a robo-chimp-scream, hoping to alert its allies!
Technically, the chimp is part of the horde, but since he split off, he should get 1 dice. More like 0.5 dice, but whatever. And it loses against your roll regardless (unless it tries to pump, which would "kill" it anyway), so technically it's now at zero dice. You can decide what you want to do with it, if anything.
But then the engine mysteriously turns off! Looking around frantically, C8 notices Small Fry's key theft, but is unable to stop her! The robot lets out a robo-chimp-scream, hoping to alert its allies!
OOC:
This will happen at the same time as Round One of combat. What Small Fry does next will happen during Round Two. Might want to wait to see how things pan out before deciding your next action.Technically, the chimp is part of the horde, but since he split off, he should get 1 dice. More like 0.5 dice, but whatever. And it loses against your roll regardless (unless it tries to pump, which would "kill" it anyway), so technically it's now at zero dice. You can decide what you want to do with it, if anything.
Jan 12, 2025 1:31 pm
Mr. Smith
OmniCorp is the future. OmniCorp is your future." Doppelganger had to get out of this form's headspace before he started actually believing the drivel that issued from Mr. Smith's mouth.
Rolls
Initiative - (d20)
(1) = 1
Jan 12, 2025 6:43 pm
Back at the junkyard Fuschia has her arm around the shoulder of the yellow individual. hey I want you to know that when you guys were saying all that stuff in unison, I noticed that you really stood out.
She touches her phone and opens up her book list,
If you haven't read it already there's a really cool book you should check out, Finding your Inner voice, it was written by The Shrieker when he was leaving Darwin Fossil's School for high achieving mutants. I think it'll really change your life
Fuschia walks away from the interaction feeling optimistic again.
as for you, to Jet
what do you mean Dirty Work? Who sent you?
She touches her phone and opens up her book list,
If you haven't read it already there's a really cool book you should check out, Finding your Inner voice, it was written by The Shrieker when he was leaving Darwin Fossil's School for high achieving mutants. I think it'll really change your life
Fuschia walks away from the interaction feeling optimistic again.
as for you, to Jet
what do you mean Dirty Work? Who sent you?
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Jan 12, 2025 7:21 pm
OOC:
It seems like you've both decided to let the Stooges go. If that's not the case, I'll retcon this post."Your words are...difficult to process, superhuman woman. Especially since they follow an intense bout of fisticuffs, where we opposed each other. We will have to collectively debrief ourselves to comprehend their full import. And...."
They don't know what to say next. Thank you? Take care? All of us will definitely check out "Finding Your Inner Voice"?
Instead, they smile. It's one of the worst collections of smiles ever witnessed by humankind; it's likely been years since they've made such an expression. But at least they tried!
They then shamble back into their Escalade, and, after some unheard words (probably determining their next destination), they drive away.
Jan 12, 2025 7:30 pm
Unlike the Stooges, Jet Black is unaffected by all this. She's still her sarcastic merc self.
"Channeling Abe Lincoln, huh? Destroying your enemies by making them your friends? Worthy of a Hallmark Channel movie!"
She saunters over to her Jeep and climbs in.
"And do you really think I'm going to tell you who sent me? That's Merc 101: never tell 'em who hires you. So spare me your Miss Goody-Two-Shoes routine [pointing to Fuchsia], and spare me your intimidating Valkyrie shtick [pointing to Shield Maiden]. I'm a different breed from those goons. And I doubt there's anything else for me to learn here, so...ta-ta!"
She turns on the Jeep and begins to back out. Will you let her leave? Or will you try to stop her, and risk another fight?
"Channeling Abe Lincoln, huh? Destroying your enemies by making them your friends? Worthy of a Hallmark Channel movie!"
She saunters over to her Jeep and climbs in.
"And do you really think I'm going to tell you who sent me? That's Merc 101: never tell 'em who hires you. So spare me your Miss Goody-Two-Shoes routine [pointing to Fuchsia], and spare me your intimidating Valkyrie shtick [pointing to Shield Maiden]. I'm a different breed from those goons. And I doubt there's anything else for me to learn here, so...ta-ta!"
She turns on the Jeep and begins to back out. Will you let her leave? Or will you try to stop her, and risk another fight?
Jan 12, 2025 7:42 pm
Sal waves both arms, and hops around un-athletically, as the Stooges depart.
"Wait! Weren't you gonna look around?! And pay me, of course! Aww, that chick's got 'em all twisted up...."
He sighs sadly as the Escalade disappears down the road. Still, he's got his guard dogs back in line, and he hovers on the periphery, watching...waiting....
"Wait! Weren't you gonna look around?! And pay me, of course! Aww, that chick's got 'em all twisted up...."
He sighs sadly as the Escalade disappears down the road. Still, he's got his guard dogs back in line, and he hovers on the periphery, watching...waiting....
Jan 12, 2025 7:47 pm
The perhaps-forgotten Sarah also has something to say. She's been hanging back near her car, trying to keep safe, while also trying to keep tabs on the situation. She now whispers to both Fuchsia and Shield Maiden:
"This is all so hectic! But still exciting! I feel like...like I wanna...do stuff."
"Anyway, where are the others? Has anyone learned anything about Eliza? And what about this mercenary woman? It seems like she wants to...to enlist my daughter into some evil cause!"
"This is all so hectic! But still exciting! I feel like...like I wanna...do stuff."
"Anyway, where are the others? Has anyone learned anything about Eliza? And what about this mercenary woman? It seems like she wants to...to enlist my daughter into some evil cause!"
Jan 12, 2025 7:59 pm
Eliza cackles as Mr. Smith tries to put space and solid matter between him and her shotgun-of-yet-unknown-capabilities.
"You're gonna apprehend me solo, but you're already tucking tail and hiding?! Riiiggghtt. This'll be easier than troubleshooting a malfunctioning fusion reactor!"
She kicks over one of the filing cabinets, giving her a decent shot at Mr. Smith. Will she hit him with whatever ammo the shotgun disperses?
"You're gonna apprehend me solo, but you're already tucking tail and hiding?! Riiiggghtt. This'll be easier than troubleshooting a malfunctioning fusion reactor!"
She kicks over one of the filing cabinets, giving her a decent shot at Mr. Smith. Will she hit him with whatever ammo the shotgun disperses?
OOC:
Mr. Smith, select your cliche and roll to defend yourself!Rolls
Engineer Extraordinaire - (4d6)
(6516) = 18
Jan 12, 2025 8:11 pm
OOC:
Fuschia's wish wasn't just to let them go, it was to let them go changed, or at least the one she chose to speak to directly.Jan 12, 2025 8:28 pm
OOC:
Yup, they're changed...but for the long-term? We'll just have to wait and see....Jan 15, 2025 9:21 pm
To Victor
umm, hi, I'm Dani she extends her hand, but my team name is Fuschia Blu, please to meet you, Victor? I guess? Should I call you someone else? Do we need to change the name of the team? Fierce Five?
Anyways, let's get a selfie of us in front of the bad guys fleeing
"This is all so hectic! But still exciting! I feel like...like I wanna...do stuff."
"Anyway, where are the others? Has anyone learned anything about Eliza? And what about this mercenary woman? It seems like she wants to...to enlist my daughter into some evil cause!" Ma'am, you ARE doing something, you're on the side of good, and that counts! Also, you have a car. But you do make a good point though, I haven't heard from the others yet. That Hideout must be really far away, I hope they haven't gotten in over their heads...,
As far as Jet Black is concerned, probably just some super hero, show-off tough guy responding to the same internet post she was. Fuschia grabs one of her crystals from her pocket and makes it sparkle amber totally cleansing herself of that person's negative vibes.
c'mon, let's get back to the car
umm, hi, I'm Dani she extends her hand, but my team name is Fuschia Blu, please to meet you, Victor? I guess? Should I call you someone else? Do we need to change the name of the team? Fierce Five?
Anyways, let's get a selfie of us in front of the bad guys fleeing
Totes_McGee says:
"This is all so hectic! But still exciting! I feel like...like I wanna...do stuff."
"Anyway, where are the others? Has anyone learned anything about Eliza? And what about this mercenary woman? It seems like she wants to...to enlist my daughter into some evil cause!"
As far as Jet Black is concerned, probably just some super hero, show-off tough guy responding to the same internet post she was. Fuschia grabs one of her crystals from her pocket and makes it sparkle amber totally cleansing herself of that person's negative vibes.
c'mon, let's get back to the car
Jan 15, 2025 9:25 pm
OOC:
@witchdoctor: Waiting for your roll. If you don't post by tomorrow PM, I'll roll for you and advance combat.@TrustyJustin & @Dmbrainiac: How are you handling Jet Black? Again, if you don't post by tomorrow PM, I'll have her leave the scene.
@Legendary_Sidekick: You're sort of in limbo. But we'll get through Round One as fast as possible!
Jan 15, 2025 9:41 pm
Jet Black pulls out onto the road and zooms away without another word, heading east at a good clip. She briefly gets stuck behind an ancient pickup truck, but passes it (and it's a double solid yellow line, too!), laying on the horn.
Fuchsia seems willing to let those "bad vibes" disappear forever, but if Victor/Shield Maiden wants to follow the merc in Sarah's car, it's possible.
Fuchsia seems willing to let those "bad vibes" disappear forever, but if Victor/Shield Maiden wants to follow the merc in Sarah's car, it's possible.
Jan 15, 2025 9:46 pm
Sarah stands by her car, tapping the hood nervously.
"Yeah, your friends went...uh...that way. I think?"
She makes a sweeping gesture that includes every direction of the compass except east. Helpful!
"Do you have some sort of communication devices? I've seen superhero teams that have badges or earpieces or...whatever. [Sigh] I wish I had a tenth of Eliza's ability...I'd make some for you, if you don't have something like that already. But...."
"Yeah, your friends went...uh...that way. I think?"
She makes a sweeping gesture that includes every direction of the compass except east. Helpful!
"Do you have some sort of communication devices? I've seen superhero teams that have badges or earpieces or...whatever. [Sigh] I wish I had a tenth of Eliza's ability...I'd make some for you, if you don't have something like that already. But...."
Jan 16, 2025 7:22 pm
Mr. Smith is too caught up in OmniCorp's protocols to evade Eliza's shotgun blast. (Or what he thinks are their protocols, since he's not actually an OmniCorp employee...there's a lot of stuff going on in his fake-but-also-sorta-real-stooge mind.)
The blast explodes out of the shotgun in a strange display of light and color. Sort of like something you see out of the corner of your eye, but when you try to focus on it, it's like it's not really there....
Pain rips through Mr. Smith's entire body, along with a sense of...unbeing. However, the blast doesn't draw blood, break bones, or anything like that, since it's actually an....
"Antimatter shotgun, baby! A few more hits, and you'll be nothing but a quantum uncertainty!"
She pumps the shotgun, ejecting a shell and loading another, and again aims it at Mr. Smith! While she does so, her robo-crew swarms the shapeshifter!
The blast explodes out of the shotgun in a strange display of light and color. Sort of like something you see out of the corner of your eye, but when you try to focus on it, it's like it's not really there....
Pain rips through Mr. Smith's entire body, along with a sense of...unbeing. However, the blast doesn't draw blood, break bones, or anything like that, since it's actually an....
"Antimatter shotgun, baby! A few more hits, and you'll be nothing but a quantum uncertainty!"
She pumps the shotgun, ejecting a shell and loading another, and again aims it at Mr. Smith! While she does so, her robo-crew swarms the shapeshifter!
Jan 16, 2025 7:26 pm
The robo-animals assault Mr. Smith from all angles, clawing, pecking, slashing, etc. depending on their specific animal type. There's even a robo-skunk that shoots a foul odor towards his nostrils!
Rolls
Horde of robo-animals - (3d6)
(131) = 5
Jan 16, 2025 7:28 pm
Round One
Eliza Caldwell: 15
Horde of Robo-Animals: 10
Mr. Smith: 1 -- down to Shapeshifting Virtuoso (3)
Again, defend yourself!
Eliza Caldwell: 15
Horde of Robo-Animals: 10
Mr. Smith: 1 -- down to Shapeshifting Virtuoso (3)
Again, defend yourself!
Jan 17, 2025 2:38 pm
TrustyJustin says:
To Victorumm, hi, I'm Dani she extends her hand, but my team name is Fuschia Blu, please to meet you, Victor? I guess? Should I call you someone else? Do we need to change the name of the team? Fierce Five?
Anyways, let's get a selfie of us in front of the bad guys fleeing
"Yes, let us reunite with our erstwhile companions! To the automobile!"
Jan 18, 2025 6:57 am
Mr. Smith
OOC:
Using Biological Mastery to resist the robo-animals.Rolls
Biological Mastery - (2d6)
(25) = 7
Jan 18, 2025 7:07 pm
Try as they might, the robo-animals achieve little besides irritating Mr. Smith, and perhaps limiting his vision. Eliza is obviously furious that her menagerie isn't more effective...but now it's Mr. Smith's turn!
Round One
Eliza Caldwell: 15
Horde of Robo-Animals: 10 -- down to (2)
Mr. Smith: 1 -- down to Shapeshifting Virtuoso (3)
Round One
Eliza Caldwell: 15
Horde of Robo-Animals: 10 -- down to (2)
Mr. Smith: 1 -- down to Shapeshifting Virtuoso (3)
Jan 18, 2025 7:11 pm
OOC:
Fuchsia and Shield Maiden: What do you want to do? You don't know exactly where your companions have gone. You can come up with a creative way to find them, drive around aimlessly and hope for the best, or just chill at the junkyard...? Up to you.Jan 19, 2025 6:08 pm
Good thinking Victor
She runs over to the car and gets inside.
Now let me see if I can just find ..
She accesses her find my buddy app and tries locating Small Fry's phone
She runs over to the car and gets inside.
Now let me see if I can just find ..
She accesses her find my buddy app and tries locating Small Fry's phone
Rolls
Techy Stuff - (2d6)
(45) = 9
Jan 19, 2025 6:18 pm
Small Fry’s phone is in Jimmy Z’s basement!
The drawback to her power: she can size-shift herself but not her stuff!
The drawback to her power: she can size-shift herself but not her stuff!
OOC:
She magical-girls on her clothes using her Sunshine and Rainbows power.Jan 19, 2025 11:33 pm
To confirm, Fuchsia's app says that the phone is back at your shared apartment/HQ.
Jan 20, 2025 7:12 am
Mr. Smith
>>>Covered in attacking robo-animals, 'Mr. Smith' fell backwards into a pile of gathered detritus as Doppelganger feigned injury from the swarm attack. Once out of Elisa's sight, 'Mr. Smith' vanished in a quantum blur and Doppelganger resumed squirrel form to make an escape and head outside before Elisa could figure out what happened.
Rolls
Shapeshifting Virtuoso - (3d6)
(263) = 11
Jan 20, 2025 3:43 pm
okay, here it is, 575... Hmmm, this address seems really familiar, hang on zoom out a little OMG that's our address. That can't be right.
well, I guess I can try calling Darshelle, let's see I've got her listed under like five different names... here I'll just send a text: "hey girl where you at? You guys are getting squirrely 🐿️ 🔩"
well, I guess I can try calling Darshelle, let's see I've got her listed under like five different names... here I'll just send a text: "hey girl where you at? You guys are getting squirrely 🐿️ 🔩"
Jan 20, 2025 8:59 pm
Though again confused by her opponent's abilities, Eliza is in no mood to just let Mr. Smith retreat. In her mind, he's still an OmniCorp goon, and is likely trying to summon reinforcements.
She fiddles with the special googles she's been wearing since Small Fry appeared, hoping to get a bead on him.
She fiddles with the special googles she's been wearing since Small Fry appeared, hoping to get a bead on him.
Rolls
Engineer Extraordinaire - (4d6)
(3116) = 11
Jan 20, 2025 9:19 pm
OOC:
A tie! I ruled that d20 initiative ties go in favor to the players, so I'll rule that cliche rolling ties also go in favor of the players."Dammit! Why doesn't my tech...ughh...no use whining about it! Maybe I can get out of here before those losers return!"
She addresses her robo-animals, who are equally distraught that their strange foes are so elusive: "OK, team! Whatever's already been packed, shove it in the van NOW! Everything else gets left behind! We'll be burning rubber, and blasting any cops, goons, or scumbags in general who try'n stop us!"
She rushes outside to check on the robo-chimp and the van, while her robots hurriedly do her bidding.
Combat over for the moment, but Eliza is still amped up. She has no problem fighting again.
It's unclear if Doppelganger has their phone on them. If so, I'd need a clever explanation, since they've transformed multiple times, including into a "quantum blur."
Summary of all "damaged" cliches:
Shield Maiden: down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (3)
Fuchsia Blu: down to Light & Color Manipulator (3) and Blinding Optimism (1)
Eliza Caldwell: down to Engineer Extraordinaire (3)
Horde of Robo-Animals: down to (2)
Mr. Smith: down to Shapeshifting Virtuoso (3)
Jan 20, 2025 10:40 pm
Small Fry says to the monkey, "Go tell Eliza her mother wants to talk."
As soon as the monkey isn’t looking, Small Fry removes the van’s key from its keyring and slips it into the van’s air vent. She then shrinks to a bug-size, making her difficult to spot as she tries to listen to Eliza.
Did say she’d shoot at cops? This kid’s brilliant, but morally agnostic. A dangerous combination…
As soon as the monkey isn’t looking, Small Fry removes the van’s key from its keyring and slips it into the van’s air vent. She then shrinks to a bug-size, making her difficult to spot as she tries to listen to Eliza.
Did say she’d shoot at cops? This kid’s brilliant, but morally agnostic. A dangerous combination…
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(6156) = 18
Jan 22, 2025 6:28 pm
OOC:
Ruling that Doppelganger left their phone in Sarah's car. It's sitting on the back seat, should Fuchsia or Shield Maiden look there.Jan 22, 2025 6:43 pm
Eliza reaches the van, hears her robo-chimp's squeals, and rushes over.
"What's going on?! Are you----"
The chimp interrupts her, launching into a frenzied "explanation" of Small Fry's appearance, disappearance, and key theft. To someone else, this performance would be inscrutable, but (in case it wasn't clear) Eliza can understand the "languages" of all her robot creations.
"Who the hell are these psycho idiots?! And again with the Mom stuff! I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. TALK. TO. MY. MOTHER!"
No key? No problem, for an Engineer Extraordinaire. (Even one who's missing a dice.) She pulls tools out of her belt and starts fiddling with stuff inside the van, intent on hotwiring the vehicle!
(Maybe she should've put a magnetic box with a spare key somewhere on the chassis...but who has the time, when you're perfecting antimatter shotguns?!)
As she's stripping insulation from the relevant wires, the two robo-squirrels hop onto her shoulders and chatter in her ear.
"Everything's loaded up? Good! Tell everyone to get inside! As soon as I get this sucker running, we're outta here!"
"What's going on?! Are you----"
The chimp interrupts her, launching into a frenzied "explanation" of Small Fry's appearance, disappearance, and key theft. To someone else, this performance would be inscrutable, but (in case it wasn't clear) Eliza can understand the "languages" of all her robot creations.
"Who the hell are these psycho idiots?! And again with the Mom stuff! I. DO. NOT. WANT. TO. TALK. TO. MY. MOTHER!"
No key? No problem, for an Engineer Extraordinaire. (Even one who's missing a dice.) She pulls tools out of her belt and starts fiddling with stuff inside the van, intent on hotwiring the vehicle!
(Maybe she should've put a magnetic box with a spare key somewhere on the chassis...but who has the time, when you're perfecting antimatter shotguns?!)
As she's stripping insulation from the relevant wires, the two robo-squirrels hop onto her shoulders and chatter in her ear.
"Everything's loaded up? Good! Tell everyone to get inside! As soon as I get this sucker running, we're outta here!"
Jan 22, 2025 7:07 pm
Small Fry flits out of the vent, dragging a key twice her size through the slit.
She grows to the child’s height, holding the key in her open palm so Eliza can take it. There’s no sense keeping it from her if the girl can run away without it. Better to hear her side of the story.
"Why don’t you want to talk to your mother?" Small Fry asks.
She grows to the child’s height, holding the key in her open palm so Eliza can take it. There’s no sense keeping it from her if the girl can run away without it. Better to hear her side of the story.
"Why don’t you want to talk to your mother?" Small Fry asks.
OOC:
I’m trying to challenge the kid’s rebellious attitude rather than fight a child (albeit an armed and dangerous one).Last edited January 22, 2025 7:12 pm
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(646) = 16
Jan 22, 2025 7:45 pm
Eliza sneers at Small Fry, then snatches the key. After undoing everything she'd done to hotwire the vehicle, she shoves the key in the ignition and zooms away from her lair! She steers towards the only entrance/exit for the abandoned sawmill, a long driveway that leads back to a two-lane country road.
"So you steal my key, then give it back...and what, I'm supposed to be blown away by your magnanimity?! And what's with that OmniCorp jackass?! He wants to abduct me solo, but then he runs away?! Is he part of your team, or are you separately crazy and stupid?!"
But she doesn't attack Small Fry. Instead, she reaches into her toolbelt and pulls out a thick metal bracelet with glowing red lights "veined" across it. Should Small Fry touch it, she'll feel warmth and the crackle of unknown energy.
"I'm tired of you flitting around. If you wanna talk, put this on. It'll neutralize any powers you have. And once it's on, you ain't getting it off, not without me...so don't waste your time. If you refuse, then I'm kicking you to the curb...literally!"
"So you steal my key, then give it back...and what, I'm supposed to be blown away by your magnanimity?! And what's with that OmniCorp jackass?! He wants to abduct me solo, but then he runs away?! Is he part of your team, or are you separately crazy and stupid?!"
But she doesn't attack Small Fry. Instead, she reaches into her toolbelt and pulls out a thick metal bracelet with glowing red lights "veined" across it. Should Small Fry touch it, she'll feel warmth and the crackle of unknown energy.
[ +- ] Power Neutralizer Bracelet
OOC:
Putting on the bracelet WILL neutralize your powers. You won't be able to roll ANYTHING that's superpowered-based. Should you wish to remove it, you'd need to come up with a non-powered method, or get help from others.OOC:
Eliza loses the roll, and 1 dice, and so isn't immediately hostile (at least physically) to Small Fry...but as noted above, there are still conditions for her cooperation!Rolls
Rebel Without A Cause - (3d6)
(114) = 6
Jan 22, 2025 9:29 pm
Small Fry says to the child, "Your mother told me you’re intelligent. Then you might consider that if I wanted to stop you, I would have set fire to the inside of your gas tank before you were in the van.
"I’m playing by certain rules, which include not attacking a child and not destroying your property."
She looks at the power dampener.
"Neutralizing my powers will force me to become big and naked, two states I’d rather not have forced on me at the same time." She’s ready to shrink and zip away if the girl makes a move. But until then, she makes another attempt to soften Eliza’s rebellious attitude. "Let’s agree to a civil conversation. No insults, no powers, no neutralizers, no tricks."
I guess she only needs to roll defense if she violates my conditions.
"I’m playing by certain rules, which include not attacking a child and not destroying your property."
She looks at the power dampener.
"Neutralizing my powers will force me to become big and naked, two states I’d rather not have forced on me at the same time." She’s ready to shrink and zip away if the girl makes a move. But until then, she makes another attempt to soften Eliza’s rebellious attitude. "Let’s agree to a civil conversation. No insults, no powers, no neutralizers, no tricks."
OOC:
A 10 is not impossible to beat with her rebel dice, but I am very intentionally chipping away if Eliza keeps being a brat.I guess she only needs to roll defense if she violates my conditions.
Last edited January 22, 2025 9:57 pm
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(361) = 10
Jan 23, 2025 1:26 pm
The Shield Maiden hears the cell phone ringing from the backseat and scoffs. "Bah! They left the phone here! We must try an alternative method."
She turns to her spirit guide, Hilde. "Can you sniff them out? Maybe use some of your spirit magic to sense their auras or something?"
The cat blinks slowly at the Shield Maiden, then reaches out with her supernatural senses.
She turns to her spirit guide, Hilde. "Can you sniff them out? Maybe use some of your spirit magic to sense their auras or something?"
The cat blinks slowly at the Shield Maiden, then reaches out with her supernatural senses.
Rolls
Bonded to Cute Talking Spirit Guide - (3d6)
(325) = 10
Jan 23, 2025 9:45 pm
Eliza's hand hovers near Small Fry's arm, clearly indicating that she's eager to snap the bracelet onto the heroine's wrist. But again, she refrains from attacking or hindering the shrinking super.
"You want a civil convo, huh? Suuurrre...you're just a bland, hypocritical hero, who wants to launch into a lecture about me being a good little girl and returning to my mother. Let me tell you the real story, and then we'll see how you respond...."
By now, the van has reached the country road. Eliza expertly power-slides onto the road, narrowly missing a USPS rural carrier. The other car lays on the horn, and Eliza's robo-animals squawk and squeal, but she's unworried.
"My mom sucks, OK? She has zero personality, zero goals, zero...anything. You know, I used to be angry with dad for leaving her, but now..."
A pause. You can see her face reddening.
"But I could put up with that if she'd just let...me...be! I'm smarter than her...smarter than you, too! I don't need to stay in school, I don't need to...to socialize or be a Girl Scout or play sports any of that crap! I can build anything! I could be a millionaire with tons of scientific breakthroughs already, but noooo! She's worried I might lose my intelligence or some shit!"
She pulls out yet another gadget from her toolbelt. It's a rectangular device with a small video screen.
"I've already tested myself for the so-called X-gene. I'm not a mutant. I don't have powers. I'm just smart. And I'm not gonna get dumber somehow! That's not how it works!"
Her face is now fire-engine red, and her hands are trembling.
"And my mom...hit me! She...ughh...it pisses me off just to talk about it! My mom was making some lasagna, and I was testing out my robo-squirrels. One of them glitched, and knocked the dish onto the floor. Lasagna everywhere. And WHACK! She slapped me hard, said she was tired of my 'chaos'."
In her anger, she swerves onto the other lane, nearly hitting a big rig. But then she sighs, and visibly relaxes. Still, the van is heading west at about 70 mph, and this road isn't the straightest or smoothest.
"Look, my mom isn't some...some monster child abuser. That's the only time she's hit me in my entire life. And she did cry a lot about it, and apologize. But still...it won't happen again. I ain't no victim, and I ain't a dumbass; I can do whatever I want. There's zero point in me staying at home with some loser who can't do 1/1000th of what I can, and who's gonna freak out when things get a bit messy."
She glances over at Small Fry with an unreadable expression.
"Whaddaya say to that, super-duper hero?"
"You want a civil convo, huh? Suuurrre...you're just a bland, hypocritical hero, who wants to launch into a lecture about me being a good little girl and returning to my mother. Let me tell you the real story, and then we'll see how you respond...."
By now, the van has reached the country road. Eliza expertly power-slides onto the road, narrowly missing a USPS rural carrier. The other car lays on the horn, and Eliza's robo-animals squawk and squeal, but she's unworried.
"My mom sucks, OK? She has zero personality, zero goals, zero...anything. You know, I used to be angry with dad for leaving her, but now..."
A pause. You can see her face reddening.
"But I could put up with that if she'd just let...me...be! I'm smarter than her...smarter than you, too! I don't need to stay in school, I don't need to...to socialize or be a Girl Scout or play sports any of that crap! I can build anything! I could be a millionaire with tons of scientific breakthroughs already, but noooo! She's worried I might lose my intelligence or some shit!"
She pulls out yet another gadget from her toolbelt. It's a rectangular device with a small video screen.
"I've already tested myself for the so-called X-gene. I'm not a mutant. I don't have powers. I'm just smart. And I'm not gonna get dumber somehow! That's not how it works!"
Her face is now fire-engine red, and her hands are trembling.
"And my mom...hit me! She...ughh...it pisses me off just to talk about it! My mom was making some lasagna, and I was testing out my robo-squirrels. One of them glitched, and knocked the dish onto the floor. Lasagna everywhere. And WHACK! She slapped me hard, said she was tired of my 'chaos'."
In her anger, she swerves onto the other lane, nearly hitting a big rig. But then she sighs, and visibly relaxes. Still, the van is heading west at about 70 mph, and this road isn't the straightest or smoothest.
"Look, my mom isn't some...some monster child abuser. That's the only time she's hit me in my entire life. And she did cry a lot about it, and apologize. But still...it won't happen again. I ain't no victim, and I ain't a dumbass; I can do whatever I want. There's zero point in me staying at home with some loser who can't do 1/1000th of what I can, and who's gonna freak out when things get a bit messy."
She glances over at Small Fry with an unreadable expression.
"Whaddaya say to that, super-duper hero?"
OOC:
Eliza down to 1 dice for Rebel cliche.Jan 23, 2025 9:56 pm
Hilde is able to detect Small Fry's and Doppelganger's scent or essence. Not wanting to deal with Sal, she stays outside the junkyard, running alongside the chain-link fence. She beckons as only a mystical cat can for you to follow.
Sarah can follow you in the car, but not directly; you'll have to reach the sawmill and then flag her down or contact her somehow.
OOC:
If you follow Hilde, she'll lead you through the woods to the sawmill. Unless Doppelganger morphs into something to follow Eliza and Small Fry, you'll catch up to them. Once you reach the sawmill, Hilde would be able to detect Eliza's and Small Fry's departure to the west; no additional roll needed.Sarah can follow you in the car, but not directly; you'll have to reach the sawmill and then flag her down or contact her somehow.
Jan 23, 2025 10:20 pm
Small Fry is not entirely sympathetic to the child.
"If you’re going to mock my intelligence, at least show me you can follow the defined terms of a civil conversation. ‘No insults’ was the first I mentioned… though I do appreciate that you adhered to the ‘no neutralizers’ part.
"As for what your mother’s afraid of… I don’t think it’s your intelligence she’s afraid you’ll lose. It’s your innocence. Would you really shoot goons and cops?" she asks, paraphrasing what she overheard the girl say on her way to the van. "Would you take a life, simply because you can?"
The heroine resists the urge to size-shift and flit about. She crosses one leg over the other.
"You’re not the only one in this van who was spanked by her mother. And she loves you… though if you need me to help smooth things out, address the hitting and the complexity of adjusting to newfound abilities, I’d be happy to do that."
Small Fry smiles sweetly.
"If you’re going to mock my intelligence, at least show me you can follow the defined terms of a civil conversation. ‘No insults’ was the first I mentioned… though I do appreciate that you adhered to the ‘no neutralizers’ part.
"As for what your mother’s afraid of… I don’t think it’s your intelligence she’s afraid you’ll lose. It’s your innocence. Would you really shoot goons and cops?" she asks, paraphrasing what she overheard the girl say on her way to the van. "Would you take a life, simply because you can?"
The heroine resists the urge to size-shift and flit about. She crosses one leg over the other.
"You’re not the only one in this van who was spanked by her mother. And she loves you… though if you need me to help smooth things out, address the hitting and the complexity of adjusting to newfound abilities, I’d be happy to do that."
Small Fry smiles sweetly.
OOC:
But she was still a brat with the ‘you’re so stupid’ stuff. Rolling again!Last edited January 24, 2025 1:22 am
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(541) = 10
Jan 24, 2025 9:03 pm
OOC:
Eliza can't beat a 10, so I'm not rolling. She's "defeated." Or her version of defeated, which is still somewhat defiant."Oh, since you got spanked too, child abuse is OK?! Wow. Just wow. Psychiatrist of the year!"
"As for me shooting goons and cops...hell yeah, if they threatened me! What, I should just submit and let 'em oppress me?! Like that OmniCorp whackjob back at the lumber mill?! If that's even what he really was! And you still haven't told me if you're connected to him!"
"Look, I don't wanna kill anyone...but I will, if it's me or them! That's not being evil, that's just self-defense!"
Then she sighs, and slams on the brakes, skidding to a stop. Luckily, no other vehicles are nearby.
"It's clear you just want to reunite me with my mother, so you can get Hero Points, or whatever. You don't really care about me...my goals...my situation. So let's get it over with. I'll just wait until everyone is out of my hair, build better stealth and transport tech, and leave again...and nobody's catching me then!"
"So, is that the plan? Turn around and go back?"
Jan 25, 2025 12:24 am
"Yes," Small Fry replies flatly, "that’s the plan."
And since the girl can’t turn her brat off, Small Fry sees no point in following the ‘no powers’ rule.
She flits at fairy-size and stands on the steering wheel.
"You can’t read my mind or the room, so you don’t get to define me. If I didn’t care about you, I’d have let you drive off and see how far you go before you become a murderer.
"Do you even listen to yourself? ‘Hell yeah?’ And the first thing you did when you saw me was threaten to vaporize me—meaning you knew I was a sentient life form, capable of responding to a death-threat. For someone who doesn’t want to kill anyone, you sure are eager to."
She sits on the steering wheel, crossing one leg over the other.
"You want me to empathize with your situation and understand your goals." Her tone softens. "Then tell me. But if you continue to pepper your words with insults and sarcasm, all I’ll hear is the spice."
And since the girl can’t turn her brat off, Small Fry sees no point in following the ‘no powers’ rule.
She flits at fairy-size and stands on the steering wheel.
"You can’t read my mind or the room, so you don’t get to define me. If I didn’t care about you, I’d have let you drive off and see how far you go before you become a murderer.
"Do you even listen to yourself? ‘Hell yeah?’ And the first thing you did when you saw me was threaten to vaporize me—meaning you knew I was a sentient life form, capable of responding to a death-threat. For someone who doesn’t want to kill anyone, you sure are eager to."
She sits on the steering wheel, crossing one leg over the other.
"You want me to empathize with your situation and understand your goals." Her tone softens. "Then tell me. But if you continue to pepper your words with insults and sarcasm, all I’ll hear is the spice."
Jan 25, 2025 12:53 am
Eliza attempts to brush Small Fry off the steering wheel.
"Move. You're distracting me."
She does a 180 on the road, and zooms back towards the sawmill. Her robo-companions unleash a cacophony. Some of them nudge her, or grab at her clothes.
To the robots: "Calm down, it'll be OK! We've just had a temporary change of plans. We'll be independent eventually, just wait."
To Small Fry: "Just because I tossed a death threat at you doesn't mean I was gonna go through with it! You startled me, and I responded by trying to intimidate you. Like with that goon...and you still won't talk about him! How many times do I have to mention it?!"
"You seem to think I'm destined to be a super-villain! It's ridiculous! Why would I wanna be some...some would-be world conqueror who everyone hates?!"
"As for my goals, I thought it was obvious: I don't want to live with my mother, I don't want to go back to school, I don't want people nagging me about anything! I want to create my own space where I can build amazing things, make scientific breakthroughs, maybe travel the multiverse!"
"But apparently these are absurd, selfish, villainous goals! Maybe I should create a device that eradicates my intelligence, turns me back into a normal, boring girl. That'll solve everything, wouldn't it?"
She pulls back into the sawmill, parking right by her lair, where you first encountered her. She then puts the van in park, turns it off, and waits for Small Fry's response.
"Move. You're distracting me."
She does a 180 on the road, and zooms back towards the sawmill. Her robo-companions unleash a cacophony. Some of them nudge her, or grab at her clothes.
To the robots: "Calm down, it'll be OK! We've just had a temporary change of plans. We'll be independent eventually, just wait."
To Small Fry: "Just because I tossed a death threat at you doesn't mean I was gonna go through with it! You startled me, and I responded by trying to intimidate you. Like with that goon...and you still won't talk about him! How many times do I have to mention it?!"
"You seem to think I'm destined to be a super-villain! It's ridiculous! Why would I wanna be some...some would-be world conqueror who everyone hates?!"
"As for my goals, I thought it was obvious: I don't want to live with my mother, I don't want to go back to school, I don't want people nagging me about anything! I want to create my own space where I can build amazing things, make scientific breakthroughs, maybe travel the multiverse!"
"But apparently these are absurd, selfish, villainous goals! Maybe I should create a device that eradicates my intelligence, turns me back into a normal, boring girl. That'll solve everything, wouldn't it?"
She pulls back into the sawmill, parking right by her lair, where you first encountered her. She then puts the van in park, turns it off, and waits for Small Fry's response.
Jan 25, 2025 2:08 am
Small Fry manages a smile as she sits cross-legged on the dashboard.
"Now you understand why I found that neutralizer so offensive. Taking away the one thing that makes me unique, no matter how weird I am… I’d hate it. Just like you’d hate it if someone else made a device to dumb down that amazing brain of yours.
"Your goal is reasonable." She lets that sit a moment. Goal. Singular. "I mean, creating your own space to build amazing things. That’s the goal.
"All that don’t-want stuff though… it’s a recipe for a lonely life on the run. There won’t be any peace in that."
Before getting to the point, Small Fry addresses a loose end. "Speaking of peace, my teammate disguised as a robo-squirrel. I guess he shape-shifted into a goon too. Or is he a she? Moving on—"
Her point: "You’re better off living with your mother so you can legally avoid school. Your mother can homeschool you. I don’t mean like actually teach you anything. You can invent in peace and she gives you a grade. So on paper, it looks legit. I’m sure you can ace the standardized tests.
"You might get nagged a little, but that’s part of the package deal that comes with unconditional love. And your mother’s the only person on Earth who can give you that.
"Also…" Small Fry gestures back at the animals. "Did you create these guys using spare parts from Sal’s? I’ll bet we could work something out with him so you can keep the space."
"Now you understand why I found that neutralizer so offensive. Taking away the one thing that makes me unique, no matter how weird I am… I’d hate it. Just like you’d hate it if someone else made a device to dumb down that amazing brain of yours.
"Your goal is reasonable." She lets that sit a moment. Goal. Singular. "I mean, creating your own space to build amazing things. That’s the goal.
"All that don’t-want stuff though… it’s a recipe for a lonely life on the run. There won’t be any peace in that."
Before getting to the point, Small Fry addresses a loose end. "Speaking of peace, my teammate disguised as a robo-squirrel. I guess he shape-shifted into a goon too. Or is he a she? Moving on—"
Her point: "You’re better off living with your mother so you can legally avoid school. Your mother can homeschool you. I don’t mean like actually teach you anything. You can invent in peace and she gives you a grade. So on paper, it looks legit. I’m sure you can ace the standardized tests.
"You might get nagged a little, but that’s part of the package deal that comes with unconditional love. And your mother’s the only person on Earth who can give you that.
"Also…" Small Fry gestures back at the animals. "Did you create these guys using spare parts from Sal’s? I’ll bet we could work something out with him so you can keep the space."
Last edited January 25, 2025 2:11 am
Jan 25, 2025 7:13 pm
Eliza stares at the bracelet, then at Small Fry. After a beat, she returns the item to her toolbelt.
"Point taken. I only wanted to temporarily remove your powers because you were being tricky. But...you can definitely do some cool stuff. I bet I could devise some tech that----"
She stops and coughs, perhaps thinking she's being too nice.
"That thing is your teammate? A shape-shifter? But why would they disguise themselves as OmniCorp...? Ughh...why do I even ask? I'm sure there's some convoluted, nonsensical answer...."
"Anyway...I don't want to live with my mom, and she'd never agree to homeschooling, either. She has to work...well, she doesn't have to. I could do some freelance STEM work and make good money, but nuh-uh. In her mind, that's cheating, or ruining my childhood, or whatever rationale she comes up with. You've met her, right? Not exactly an unconventional thinker...."
She glances at the animals lovingly as Small Fry mentions them.
"Not all the spare parts came from Sal's. This lumber mill has a lot of stuff lying around, too. And there's some junk in the woods...old stuff that's all overgrown and that everyone's forgotten about."
"And Sal doesn't own this place. Timbermaxx does, but they sent all these jobs to some Third World country, and now this dump is just...rusting away."
She gets out to stretch her legs. All her robots follow her, clamoring about with a mix of excitement and worry...because they still don't know what their master's future holds....
"Point taken. I only wanted to temporarily remove your powers because you were being tricky. But...you can definitely do some cool stuff. I bet I could devise some tech that----"
She stops and coughs, perhaps thinking she's being too nice.
"That thing is your teammate? A shape-shifter? But why would they disguise themselves as OmniCorp...? Ughh...why do I even ask? I'm sure there's some convoluted, nonsensical answer...."
"Anyway...I don't want to live with my mom, and she'd never agree to homeschooling, either. She has to work...well, she doesn't have to. I could do some freelance STEM work and make good money, but nuh-uh. In her mind, that's cheating, or ruining my childhood, or whatever rationale she comes up with. You've met her, right? Not exactly an unconventional thinker...."
She glances at the animals lovingly as Small Fry mentions them.
"Not all the spare parts came from Sal's. This lumber mill has a lot of stuff lying around, too. And there's some junk in the woods...old stuff that's all overgrown and that everyone's forgotten about."
"And Sal doesn't own this place. Timbermaxx does, but they sent all these jobs to some Third World country, and now this dump is just...rusting away."
She gets out to stretch her legs. All her robots follow her, clamoring about with a mix of excitement and worry...because they still don't know what their master's future holds....
Jan 25, 2025 8:32 pm
Eliza says:
"Anyway...I don't want to live with my mom, and she'd never agree to homeschooling, either. She has to work...well, she doesn't have to. I could do some freelance STEM work and make good money, but nuh-uh. In her mind, that's cheating, or ruining my childhood, or whatever rationale she comes up with. You've met her, right? Not exactly an unconventional thinker....""I think she can accept ‘cheating’ when the alternative is losing you." Small Fry hopes Eliza understands that "compromising only works if your mother compromises too, and in a way that you both get what you want… or at least the bit that matters most."
Small Fry opens her palm and casually tosses a fireball up and down. She cups her hands on it, and when she separates her hands, a rainbow arcs from one to the other. The light jiggles somewhat like a slinky as the pixyish heroine moves her hands up and down.
"If you don’t object, I’m gonna toss this rainbow into the air. I think my teammates will know it’s my version of the Bat Signal."
If Eliza’s okay with it, Small Fry uses her Sunshine & Rainbow powers to send the rainbow eastward as a means to lead her teammates to her.
Jan 25, 2025 10:47 pm
OOC:
Eliza doesn't object. Between the rainbow and Hilde's abilities, the team is able to reunite, if they choose to do so. Sarah will also arrive eventually in her car, once she figures out which roads lead to the lumber mill.Jan 27, 2025 9:00 pm
The Shield Maiden beckons Violet to come with her as he follows Hilde. Soon enough, she spots the rainbow gleaming in the distance. "Hark! A rainbow bridge! Let us follow it to our friends."
A few minutes later, the group is all together again. She crosses her arms as she peers down at Eliza. "So, this is the little one who had been causing so much trouble?"
A few minutes later, the group is all together again. She crosses her arms as she peers down at Eliza. "So, this is the little one who had been causing so much trouble?"
Jan 27, 2025 9:14 pm
Small Fry involuntarily shrinks an inch* when her eyes lock onto the apparent Nordic goddess.
*(…which is significant when one is five inches tall to begin with. That’s a 20% reduction in her height, and nearly a 50% reduction in mass!)
"Uh… yes, ma’am. I—I… I wouldn’t exactly call it trouble." She glances back at the van. "I mean—I-I m-mean sure! The van’s probably not properly insured since neither Eliza nor C8 could possibly have a license. Not without a fake ID and-or other shenanigans. But that wouldn’t get a kid in trouble with Heaven, would it?"
*(…which is significant when one is five inches tall to begin with. That’s a 20% reduction in her height, and nearly a 50% reduction in mass!)
"Uh… yes, ma’am. I—I… I wouldn’t exactly call it trouble." She glances back at the van. "I mean—I-I m-mean sure! The van’s probably not properly insured since neither Eliza nor C8 could possibly have a license. Not without a fake ID and-or other shenanigans. But that wouldn’t get a kid in trouble with Heaven, would it?"
Last edited January 27, 2025 9:52 pm
Jan 28, 2025 3:46 pm
"Huh?" the Shield Maiden says, confused by Small Fry’s reaction. Belatedly, it dawns on her. "Oh, yes, you are intimidated by my presence. A moment."
tYe Shield Maiden kneels and plants her shield on the ground. "Endurheimtu veikan mann!" she intones, and once more, she is surrounded by a golden glow. Her shield levitates on its own and begins to orbit around her, faster and faster. As it does, her features become more masculine, her hair and skin tone darkening as her shoulders broaden and her hips narrow. Her armor shifts as well, and after several seconds, the music fades away and the glow subsides, revealing Victor!
tYe Shield Maiden kneels and plants her shield on the ground. "Endurheimtu veikan mann!" she intones, and once more, she is surrounded by a golden glow. Her shield levitates on its own and begins to orbit around her, faster and faster. As it does, her features become more masculine, her hair and skin tone darkening as her shoulders broaden and her hips narrow. Her armor shifts as well, and after several seconds, the music fades away and the glow subsides, revealing Victor!
Jan 28, 2025 7:52 pm
Small Fry is in shock—and probably good at hiding her disappointment that Victor changed back, albeit accidentally. She is literally glowing a rosy hue from her flush cheeks.
"Oh! So that’s your power??? Haha, you’re not intimidating now that I know you’re you!"
"Oh! So that’s your power??? Haha, you’re not intimidating now that I know you’re you!"
Jan 28, 2025 9:56 pm
Small Fry giggles lightly. "You know what I mean! You’re still intimidating to bad guys!
"And come to think of it, you’re the only one on the team who is." She flexes her tiny muscles. "No matter how toned these guns are, they’re pea-shooters."
"And come to think of it, you’re the only one on the team who is." She flexes her tiny muscles. "No matter how toned these guns are, they’re pea-shooters."
Rolls
FLEX! -💥 Strong From Her Size - (1d6)
(4) = 4
Jan 29, 2025 1:40 am
Sarah has followed in her car, after some confusion on the road. She knew this lumber mill was...somewhere out here, but never really paid much attention. But as she drives up to the group (and sees her daughter!), it's clear that this place would make an excellent secret base.
She skids to a stop, almost forgets to put the car in park, and bursts out. With arms wide, she runs towards Eliza.
"Eliza! Oh my god! Are you OK?! Look at all these critters! Did you build them all since you've been here?! Well, most of them...I recognize some...are you OK?! You're not starving?! Dehydrated?!"
Her tone changes, however, as she gets closer.
"You look OK...so you ran away! Why would you do that to me?! Do you really----?"
She skids to a stop, almost forgets to put the car in park, and bursts out. With arms wide, she runs towards Eliza.
"Eliza! Oh my god! Are you OK?! Look at all these critters! Did you build them all since you've been here?! Well, most of them...I recognize some...are you OK?! You're not starving?! Dehydrated?!"
Her tone changes, however, as she gets closer.
"You look OK...so you ran away! Why would you do that to me?! Do you really----?"
Jan 29, 2025 1:43 am
But Eliza snaps her fingers, and her robo-companions swarm in front of her, creating an effective wall that prevents Sarah from getting closer.
"Not so fast, mommy dearest. We need to hash a few things out before all the tears and hugging...and there may not be tears and hugging, depending on how you respond...."
She arches an eyebrow at the heroes. Small Fry at least said she'd help rectify the situation. So what will they do now?
"Not so fast, mommy dearest. We need to hash a few things out before all the tears and hugging...and there may not be tears and hugging, depending on how you respond...."
She arches an eyebrow at the heroes. Small Fry at least said she'd help rectify the situation. So what will they do now?
Jan 29, 2025 2:20 am
Small Fry is saddened to see how easily Eliza can reject affection. But she did make a promise.
She turns to the mom.
"Mrs. Caldwell? Our team took on this job because none of us could bear the thought of doing nothing when a kid is reported missing.
"Returning to you means we did our job, but… I want this reunion to last." She glances at the wall of animals ‘protecting’ the child. "I don’t want to just say ‘good luck’ and wonder how many days will pass before your daughter runs away again.
"Maybe… we can help?"
She flutters to a place where she’s between the mother and daughter, but also off to the side.
"How about you each tell each other what matters most to you right now."
Small Fry isn’t sure this will work. But she’s going to try.
She turns to the mom.
"Mrs. Caldwell? Our team took on this job because none of us could bear the thought of doing nothing when a kid is reported missing.
"Returning to you means we did our job, but… I want this reunion to last." She glances at the wall of animals ‘protecting’ the child. "I don’t want to just say ‘good luck’ and wonder how many days will pass before your daughter runs away again.
"Maybe… we can help?"
She flutters to a place where she’s between the mother and daughter, but also off to the side.
"How about you each tell each other what matters most to you right now."
Small Fry isn’t sure this will work. But she’s going to try.
OOC:
Not necessarily a roll vs. Sarah. But I guess it is a roll vs. a reluctant Sarah, if she’s reluctant?Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(566) = 17
Jan 29, 2025 2:31 am
Quote:
"How about you each tell each other what matters most to you right now.""Freedom."
"Freedom to build, to explore, to push boundaries."
"And freedom from nagging, complacency, and banality."
OOC:
No rolls needed at the moment.
Jan 29, 2025 2:46 am
Sarah doesn't answer immediately. Clearly stung by her daughter's attitude, she begins to cry...but silently, without sobbing. The tears simply roll down her cheeks as she stares numbly at Eliza.
"I...."
She takes out a handkerchief to wipe her face.
"OK, first off: I hit Eliza. I did. I didn't tell you all, because I thought you wouldn't help me if you knew the truth. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it, no matter how frustrated I got. Eliza, I hope you can forgive me...."
A heavy sigh.
"What matters most to me? You expect me to say 'my daughter,' right? Well, she is important. But I also want...happiness? A resolution? A compromise? You're right: Eliza can run away whenever she wants. And after learning from her mistakes, next time it may be impossible to find her."
She gives her daughter a pleading look.
"I can't live like that, Eliza. Wondering if you'll disappear if I say one wrong word. You won't even let me touch you now! Am I...am I really that despicable?! I may be 'boring' (you've told me that often enough), but I've tried to be a decent mom. But I don't have your incredible mind...and there's nothing I can do about that...."
"I...."
She takes out a handkerchief to wipe her face.
"OK, first off: I hit Eliza. I did. I didn't tell you all, because I thought you wouldn't help me if you knew the truth. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it, no matter how frustrated I got. Eliza, I hope you can forgive me...."
A heavy sigh.
"What matters most to me? You expect me to say 'my daughter,' right? Well, she is important. But I also want...happiness? A resolution? A compromise? You're right: Eliza can run away whenever she wants. And after learning from her mistakes, next time it may be impossible to find her."
She gives her daughter a pleading look.
"I can't live like that, Eliza. Wondering if you'll disappear if I say one wrong word. You won't even let me touch you now! Am I...am I really that despicable?! I may be 'boring' (you've told me that often enough), but I've tried to be a decent mom. But I don't have your incredible mind...and there's nothing I can do about that...."
Jan 29, 2025 11:06 am
"Ah, jeez," Victor says, scratching his head. He feels out of his depth faced with this interfamilial drama. He looks to the others to hopefully say something more meaningful than he could muster.
Jan 29, 2025 5:27 pm
Small Fry wonders if Victor would’ve been more helpful in that goddess form. Or would there be this objectively-hot Nordic beauty scratching her head saying ‘jeez?’
She starts by growing as close to her full 4’11" as she dares. Her sundress is flimsy and faded, ripped at the hem. She’s barefoot. A quarter-inch taller, Lily may have ended up at least partially nude. But it’s better to pass for human than flutter about, for this situation.
"Mrs. Caldwell?" If anyone asks, Liky will tell them she’s nineteen, though she could pass for any age in the teens. It may be her petite stature. It may be the smoothness of her limbs. It may even be a psychological connection to her own power, like the clothing that morphs stylistically at certain sizes. Lily isn’t quite comfortable to think herself as truly part of the adult world, so it’s not Sarah. It’s "Mrs. Caldwell," whereas the older woman gets to "call me Lily, please.
"And… you’re not being judged. I don’t think you’ll hit her again. I think you know that would push Eliza away. And that’s the last thing you want."
She turns to Eliza.
"And running away from your mother is the path to villainy. It’s not take-over-the-world evil. It’s a baby step in that direction. Because you know you can’t get rid of your mother without shedding love and empathy.
"And I’m being a bit of a nag. Sorry for that. But that’s the world. It’s full of nags, and if I could trick you, while holding back—"
She casually tosses a fireball at the van. Instead of exploding. it ‘tags’ the van with a psychedelic rainbow ‘paint job’ (which will gradually fade).
Lily is pretty sure she’s made the point that her powers could be used destructively. She simply chooses not to.
"—there will be others who know how to befuddle or manipulate a superior, logical mind, whose cruelty knows no bounds. The worst adults of all are the ones who divide families, especially parents from children.
"You need your mom, and it’s fortunate for you that she’s ordinary. And, willing to compromise."
Yes, Lily heard Sarah say that. So she cuts to the chase.
"In the van, I suggested to Eliza you homeschool her. I don’t necessarily mean you teach her math and science and such. But quit your job and be a full time mom; see what the state requires for standardized tests. Eliza probably writes procedural documents and does equations—" She points out the wall of animals. "—and science projects.
"I’d give her at least a 98. And Eliza seems confident she can monetize her brilliance enough to support you, and probably also fund herself.
"You can just provide the parenting, the unconditional love." She turns to Eliza. "It won’t be nag-free. She’s be a lousy mother if she didn’t nag you.
"It won’t stop when you’re over eighteen either."
Her voice is a little choked up when she says this.
She starts by growing as close to her full 4’11" as she dares. Her sundress is flimsy and faded, ripped at the hem. She’s barefoot. A quarter-inch taller, Lily may have ended up at least partially nude. But it’s better to pass for human than flutter about, for this situation.
"Mrs. Caldwell?" If anyone asks, Liky will tell them she’s nineteen, though she could pass for any age in the teens. It may be her petite stature. It may be the smoothness of her limbs. It may even be a psychological connection to her own power, like the clothing that morphs stylistically at certain sizes. Lily isn’t quite comfortable to think herself as truly part of the adult world, so it’s not Sarah. It’s "Mrs. Caldwell," whereas the older woman gets to "call me Lily, please.
"And… you’re not being judged. I don’t think you’ll hit her again. I think you know that would push Eliza away. And that’s the last thing you want."
She turns to Eliza.
"And running away from your mother is the path to villainy. It’s not take-over-the-world evil. It’s a baby step in that direction. Because you know you can’t get rid of your mother without shedding love and empathy.
"And I’m being a bit of a nag. Sorry for that. But that’s the world. It’s full of nags, and if I could trick you, while holding back—"
She casually tosses a fireball at the van. Instead of exploding. it ‘tags’ the van with a psychedelic rainbow ‘paint job’ (which will gradually fade).
Lily is pretty sure she’s made the point that her powers could be used destructively. She simply chooses not to.
"—there will be others who know how to befuddle or manipulate a superior, logical mind, whose cruelty knows no bounds. The worst adults of all are the ones who divide families, especially parents from children.
"You need your mom, and it’s fortunate for you that she’s ordinary. And, willing to compromise."
Yes, Lily heard Sarah say that. So she cuts to the chase.
"In the van, I suggested to Eliza you homeschool her. I don’t necessarily mean you teach her math and science and such. But quit your job and be a full time mom; see what the state requires for standardized tests. Eliza probably writes procedural documents and does equations—" She points out the wall of animals. "—and science projects.
"I’d give her at least a 98. And Eliza seems confident she can monetize her brilliance enough to support you, and probably also fund herself.
"You can just provide the parenting, the unconditional love." She turns to Eliza. "It won’t be nag-free. She’s be a lousy mother if she didn’t nag you.
"It won’t stop when you’re over eighteen either."
Her voice is a little choked up when she says this.
Last edited January 29, 2025 5:37 pm
Jan 29, 2025 9:56 pm
OOC:
@Legendary_Sidekick: I'd prefer to discuss stuff like this openly. Whenever I see private notes in games, I'm wondering what I'm missing. Unless you're adamant about using them?For now, I'll respond privately. Or try to. Never used private notes before.
Jan 29, 2025 10:33 pm
Fuchsia Blu's influencer career is becoming more lucrative, so she decides to leave the group. She'll probably hero it up part-time, since that's what built her up in the first place, but dealing with a team and long, dangerous missions is too much to handle.
Doppelganger got too into the "corporate goon" mentality when they shifted into an OmniCorp stooge, so they decide a "mental cleanse" is needed. They transform into a deer and bound off into the forest. Perhaps peacefully strolling through nature and nibbling on plants will restore their "normal" mental state.
Doppelganger got too into the "corporate goon" mentality when they shifted into an OmniCorp stooge, so they decide a "mental cleanse" is needed. They transform into a deer and bound off into the forest. Perhaps peacefully strolling through nature and nibbling on plants will restore their "normal" mental state.
Jan 30, 2025 12:59 am
Legendary_Sidekick says:
...Small Fry uses her Sunshine & Rainbow powers to send the rainbow eastward...She hears a 'meow' from the crook of her arm as she's flying. Right, she had been in the middle of getting a cat out of a tree. She makes a U-turn and returns to drop the cat off in the concerned owner's arms. "Sorry, didn't mean to almost steal your cat! She's just so cute." She takes off again, leaving behind a scorched patch of grass and the smell of jet fuel.
Comfortably cruising at the speed of a standard commercial airliner, Rocketeer reaches the abandoned lumber mill within minutes. From the air, she picks up four humanoid heat signatures with infrared and countless other signatures from the robo-animals. Her approach can probably be heard by now. She quickly takes stock of the situation as she comes in for a landing. Doesn't seem like anyone needs blasting... yet. "All right, who sent up that rainbow? Was it the nerdy guy?" She asks as she gradually descends, kicking up dirt and debris with her exhaust.
Jan 30, 2025 2:55 am
Small Fry replies, "I sent the rainbow up."
To demonstrate how, she opens her palm. A tiny spark appears, and fades after one second. It might have been more than one color.
"Huh… I can show you later, maybe? We’re trying to kinda cool down all the fairy and valkyrie stuff. Victor and I are reuniting a mother and daughter." She gestures to each. "Mrs. Sarah Caldwell, Eliza Caldwell… the monkey’s C8, and I’m Lily LaViolette. That’s French for ‘the violet.’"
To demonstrate how, she opens her palm. A tiny spark appears, and fades after one second. It might have been more than one color.
"Huh… I can show you later, maybe? We’re trying to kinda cool down all the fairy and valkyrie stuff. Victor and I are reuniting a mother and daughter." She gestures to each. "Mrs. Sarah Caldwell, Eliza Caldwell… the monkey’s C8, and I’m Lily LaViolette. That’s French for ‘the violet.’"
Jan 30, 2025 9:20 pm
Sarah is obviously gobsmacked by Small Fry's proposal. But at least it's stopped her crying.
"Wow. That's...a big change. I don't know. It feels...wrong. Or not wrong, just...I mean, shouldn't Eliza be socializing with kids her age? And is it right for me to just...mooch off of her? I don't want to----"
She's interrupted by the departure of Fuchsia and Doppelganger, and the descent of Rocketeer. Already caught in a maelstrom of emotions and ideas, she falls silent to consider everything, only offering Rocketeer a meek wave.
"Wow. That's...a big change. I don't know. It feels...wrong. Or not wrong, just...I mean, shouldn't Eliza be socializing with kids her age? And is it right for me to just...mooch off of her? I don't want to----"
She's interrupted by the departure of Fuchsia and Doppelganger, and the descent of Rocketeer. Already caught in a maelstrom of emotions and ideas, she falls silent to consider everything, only offering Rocketeer a meek wave.
Jan 30, 2025 9:27 pm
But Eliza is undaunted, as usual. She's still wearing her special goggles, so she gives Rocketeer a thorough scan. After absorbing all the data, she nods approvingly.
"Not too shabby! Did you build all that yourself? What sorta fuel can you handle? You know, if you ever get trapped in, say, a dimension of magic, you won't be able to find jet fuel, now will you? Gotta plan for contingencies like that! Now what you really need is an all-purpose battery and energy absorber, so you can top off your tanks (metaphorically speaking, since you'll be topping of the battery, not fuel tanks...anyway!) with anything. Now, that might sound like an engineering headache, but really, once you crunch the numbers, it...."
She continues in this vein, and will only stop if someone interrupts her.
"Not too shabby! Did you build all that yourself? What sorta fuel can you handle? You know, if you ever get trapped in, say, a dimension of magic, you won't be able to find jet fuel, now will you? Gotta plan for contingencies like that! Now what you really need is an all-purpose battery and energy absorber, so you can top off your tanks (metaphorically speaking, since you'll be topping of the battery, not fuel tanks...anyway!) with anything. Now, that might sound like an engineering headache, but really, once you crunch the numbers, it...."
She continues in this vein, and will only stop if someone interrupts her.
Jan 31, 2025 1:26 am
Small Fry takes Mrs. Caldwell’s hands, if she doesn’t object to her touch. (Her hands are quite warm, like a ray of sunshine.)
"Mrs. Caldwell, I don’t think there’s any avoiding a big change, but…" With Eliza talking so excitedly to the rocket girl, Lily wonders if only the mother will hear these words: "…this was a compromise I suggested to Eliza as she tried to drive outta town. She didn’t think you’d go for it.
"But you did say you’d compromise. I know this is extreme, but maybe it would surprise Eliza—hopefully enough that she’ll compromise too."
"Mrs. Caldwell, I don’t think there’s any avoiding a big change, but…" With Eliza talking so excitedly to the rocket girl, Lily wonders if only the mother will hear these words: "…this was a compromise I suggested to Eliza as she tried to drive outta town. She didn’t think you’d go for it.
"But you did say you’d compromise. I know this is extreme, but maybe it would surprise Eliza—hopefully enough that she’ll compromise too."
OOC:
Small Fry does not interrupt Eliza!Jan 31, 2025 11:32 am
"Neat!" Victor mumbles, checking out Rocketeer's rig. He is otherwise quiet, waiting for Small Fry to finish resolving the situation.
Jan 31, 2025 2:56 pm
Rocketeer turns off her jets as her feet touch the ground. "Ahhh. I see. Classic Hallmark scenario. Just with little robot animals, apparently. You can call me Rocketeer!" She gives a jaunty two-fingered salute. "No foreign meaning behind it. I just like to go fast and blow things off the map. Not that I get to do the second part often around here..."
Her attention turns to Eliza as the girl goes off on a tangent. Clearly, this is no ordinary brat. Rocketeer can't help but grin. It's not often that she runs into someone that she can talk shop with. She lets Eliza go on for a little while longer before finally interrupting. "Easy there, kid. First off, yes, this beauty is my own design, and it can handle any sort of liquid fuel you throw at it. Second, I've already thought of that ages ago, but points for coming up with it on your own. I could fit my baby with infinite energy and more... if I had the money and resources. I think you know how it is. Enough ideas to fill a library, but fully realizing them is easier said than done, right?"
She scans the robo animals with her armor's systems, which pass the data directly into her brain through her nanites. "Ooh! You've done good work with your little friends, considering what you had access to. What made you go with animals?" She asks, getting down on one knee and holding out an armored hand to one of the robo-squirrels. She radiates a command signal and focuses it on the robo-squirrel, trying to guide it to her hand.
Her attention turns to Eliza as the girl goes off on a tangent. Clearly, this is no ordinary brat. Rocketeer can't help but grin. It's not often that she runs into someone that she can talk shop with. She lets Eliza go on for a little while longer before finally interrupting. "Easy there, kid. First off, yes, this beauty is my own design, and it can handle any sort of liquid fuel you throw at it. Second, I've already thought of that ages ago, but points for coming up with it on your own. I could fit my baby with infinite energy and more... if I had the money and resources. I think you know how it is. Enough ideas to fill a library, but fully realizing them is easier said than done, right?"
She scans the robo animals with her armor's systems, which pass the data directly into her brain through her nanites. "Ooh! You've done good work with your little friends, considering what you had access to. What made you go with animals?" She asks, getting down on one knee and holding out an armored hand to one of the robo-squirrels. She radiates a command signal and focuses it on the robo-squirrel, trying to guide it to her hand.
Rolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (2d6)
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Jan 31, 2025 9:29 pm
Sarah doesn't object to Small Fry's touch. Quite the opposite: she holds onto the heroine's hands like she's caught in stormy seas, and Small Fry is a life ring.
"You're right, I need to compromise, like I said I wanted to."
She turns to her daughter, and puts on the kindest, most loving face she can.
"What do you think, Eliza? Can you live with this plan?"
"You're right, I need to compromise, like I said I wanted to."
She turns to her daughter, and puts on the kindest, most loving face she can.
"What do you think, Eliza? Can you live with this plan?"
Jan 31, 2025 9:49 pm
Eliza doesn't attempt to stop Rocketeer from interacting with the robo-squirrel. The squirrel will move to the jetting hero (anti-hero?), even perching on her shoulder and chattering in her ear if allowed. All of Eliza's animals have a custom "language"; should Rocketeer listen, she'll hear the squirrel express confusion and concern, as Eliza's fate is still being decided.
Eliza grins at Rocketeer's comments. "I see...ya know, they say necessity is the mother of invention...but I say, 'Gimme some damn money so I can build awesome stuff'!"
"The animals? Well, they're cute (at least some of 'em), and they keep me company. I could build humanoid robots, but humans are sorta overrated, don'tcha think?"
Reluctantly, she turns away from Rocketeer and addresses Small Fry and Sarah...after letting out a heavy sigh, the sort of sigh teens and pre-teens are known for.
"I think...I think that plan is workable. Some of it! First off, I want to build a bunker in the backyard. That's where I'll live, eat, study, sleep, etc. We can meet sporadically to do the mother/daughter stuff. And I'll start doing stuff to earn money...but mom can still work if she wants to. I can do all the homeschool work in like ten minutes, and my creations can protect me; no reason for her to hover around me."
"And people keep mentioning nagging...nope! Limited nagging! Unless I accidentally open a portal to limbo or something, let me do my thing!"
"So, Mom...can you handle that?"
Eliza grins at Rocketeer's comments. "I see...ya know, they say necessity is the mother of invention...but I say, 'Gimme some damn money so I can build awesome stuff'!"
"The animals? Well, they're cute (at least some of 'em), and they keep me company. I could build humanoid robots, but humans are sorta overrated, don'tcha think?"
Reluctantly, she turns away from Rocketeer and addresses Small Fry and Sarah...after letting out a heavy sigh, the sort of sigh teens and pre-teens are known for.
"I think...I think that plan is workable. Some of it! First off, I want to build a bunker in the backyard. That's where I'll live, eat, study, sleep, etc. We can meet sporadically to do the mother/daughter stuff. And I'll start doing stuff to earn money...but mom can still work if she wants to. I can do all the homeschool work in like ten minutes, and my creations can protect me; no reason for her to hover around me."
"And people keep mentioning nagging...nope! Limited nagging! Unless I accidentally open a portal to limbo or something, let me do my thing!"
"So, Mom...can you handle that?"
Jan 31, 2025 9:58 pm
Sarah blanches as she considers her daughter tearing up the backyard; just how big of a bunker is she considering?! But then she steels herself, and nods.
"I agree." She starts crying again. "It'll be good to have you back, Eliza. We don't have to agree on all the details now...and maybe these heroes will come visit? It'll be good for both of us, I think. And I think I will quit my job; I want this plan to get off to a good start, and I don't want to get distracted by other stuff."
She then leans in and whispers to Small Fry: "Don't worry, I'll still nag. She can't avoid that, no matter how hard she tries!"
"I agree." She starts crying again. "It'll be good to have you back, Eliza. We don't have to agree on all the details now...and maybe these heroes will come visit? It'll be good for both of us, I think. And I think I will quit my job; I want this plan to get off to a good start, and I don't want to get distracted by other stuff."
She then leans in and whispers to Small Fry: "Don't worry, I'll still nag. She can't avoid that, no matter how hard she tries!"
OOC:
Unless anyone objects, Eliza and Sarah will reunite, following the plan discussed, and this mission will end. And you might get a reward...?!Jan 31, 2025 11:26 pm
Lily starts to tear up herself. She gives Mrs. Caldwell’s hands a light squeeze and resists the urge to throw her arms around her.
She takes comfort when the mom whispers her promise. "Give her a few years and she’ll appreciate the nagging."
She actually would like to visit the Caldwells sometime. She offers her number to both mother and daughter.
She takes comfort when the mom whispers her promise. "Give her a few years and she’ll appreciate the nagging."
She actually would like to visit the Caldwells sometime. She offers her number to both mother and daughter.
Feb 1, 2025 6:39 pm
"Ha! You're alright, kid. Just try not to become a basement dweller that hisses at sunlight." Rocketeer chuckles. She listens to the robo-squirrel's chattering and reaches up to scratch it under the chin. "Aw, I think I like this little guy."
"Anyways, my work here is done!" She says, even though she didn't actually do anything. Her jets start to roar to life as she gets ready for takeoff.
"Anyways, my work here is done!" She says, even though she didn't actually do anything. Her jets start to roar to life as she gets ready for takeoff.
Feb 1, 2025 8:00 pm
Small Fry quite suddenly shrinks to Barbie-doll size. She flits in front of Rocketeer (hoping the power-suited heroine notices the shoes)."Hey—wait—who even are you?" Realizing her tiny voice shouting over engine noise may come off as rude, the tiny super flashes that sunshiny-and-rainbowish smile. "What I mean is... I think the hero business can get pretty lonely. Maybe you and Victor and I could chat a bit, see if there’s a mutual interest in teaming up?"
[ +- ] 👠 Rockette Heels
Size: <30 cm tall
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
Feb 1, 2025 8:45 pm
With the situation finally resolved, Sarah moves towards Eliza, arms wide. Eliza rolls her eyes, knowing what's coming...but snaps her fingers again, and her barrier of robots parts.
Sarah wraps her daughter in a tight hug. Eliza tries to maintain her sour-faced rebel demeanor, but ends up grinning, and giving a light hug back.
Her robots erupt in a chorus of excited robo-animal noises! Some even get in on the hugging!
Sarah wraps her daughter in a tight hug. Eliza tries to maintain her sour-faced rebel demeanor, but ends up grinning, and giving a light hug back.
Her robots erupt in a chorus of excited robo-animal noises! Some even get in on the hugging!
Feb 1, 2025 8:48 pm
After a moment, Sarah relinquishes her motherly-love-lock, and turns towards the group.
"Thank you! This is...you really don't know how much this means to me...and to Eliza, though she's too stubborn to really show it...."
"Unfortunately, I don't have much to repay you with. Maybe Eliza can give you one of her gadgets, as a reward...?"
"Thank you! This is...you really don't know how much this means to me...and to Eliza, though she's too stubborn to really show it...."
"Unfortunately, I don't have much to repay you with. Maybe Eliza can give you one of her gadgets, as a reward...?"
Feb 1, 2025 9:14 pm
Again, Eliza rolls her eyes...but she's still grinning.
"Fine, fine! I guess they deserve something...."
She walks over to the van and roots through the crates of gear that are still piled in the back.
"Hmmm...nope, can't let 'em have this...this is just a prototype...A-HA!"
She returns with a small object, in the shape and size of an orange. A haze or mirage seems to surround it somehow, though if you focus hard you can see a purplish glow coming from several translucent panels.
"This is an antimatter grenade! Just press this button [indicates button on side], wait 1.5 seconds, then toss it at someone, and it'll fuck 'em up! Erm...excuse the language. If you want to disarm it, just press the button again. The blast radius is about 10 feet, so be sure you're outta range, or you're definitely getting discombobulated!"
You've got a reward! How it works mechanically:
During combat or a conflict, you can toss the antimatter grenade at an opponent instead of rolling a cliche. The grenade is a guaranteed hit, and counts as winning a dice roll! Your opponent will always lose, no matter what they roll.
You can use the grenade to attack, or to defend yourself.
Not only that, but the grenade stuns the target for their next turn!
There's only one grenade, so one-time use only!
Any of you can use this at any time...or if you want to save it for a certain occasion, coordinate amongst yourselves.
"Fine, fine! I guess they deserve something...."
She walks over to the van and roots through the crates of gear that are still piled in the back.
"Hmmm...nope, can't let 'em have this...this is just a prototype...A-HA!"
She returns with a small object, in the shape and size of an orange. A haze or mirage seems to surround it somehow, though if you focus hard you can see a purplish glow coming from several translucent panels.
"This is an antimatter grenade! Just press this button [indicates button on side], wait 1.5 seconds, then toss it at someone, and it'll fuck 'em up! Erm...excuse the language. If you want to disarm it, just press the button again. The blast radius is about 10 feet, so be sure you're outta range, or you're definitely getting discombobulated!"
You've got a reward! How it works mechanically:
During combat or a conflict, you can toss the antimatter grenade at an opponent instead of rolling a cliche. The grenade is a guaranteed hit, and counts as winning a dice roll! Your opponent will always lose, no matter what they roll.
You can use the grenade to attack, or to defend yourself.
Not only that, but the grenade stuns the target for their next turn!
There's only one grenade, so one-time use only!
Any of you can use this at any time...or if you want to save it for a certain occasion, coordinate amongst yourselves.
Feb 1, 2025 9:17 pm
Small Fry looks at the robotic hummingbird.
"Y’know, Eliza… I don’t have a way to carry anything when I’m heroing. At subatomic size, I can’t even carry a disease." Literally, she is germ-free when she shrinks enough (though most of the viruses and microorganisms are burned when her form becomes fiery energy as opposed to simply being shed like her socks). "Any chance my gadget could be a robotic hummingbird that could help me out with that?"
"Y’know, Eliza… I don’t have a way to carry anything when I’m heroing. At subatomic size, I can’t even carry a disease." Literally, she is germ-free when she shrinks enough (though most of the viruses and microorganisms are burned when her form becomes fiery energy as opposed to simply being shed like her socks). "Any chance my gadget could be a robotic hummingbird that could help me out with that?"
OOC:
I’m thinking the hummingbird would be a means to size-shift and still have a cell phone—assuming the bird is iPhone compatible or whatever—but it could also hear Small Fry’s whispers and read signals from her (in the form of colorful or UV light), then fly to a teammate with a message.Feb 1, 2025 9:18 pm
The Caldwells are ready to return home, and will drop you off at Jimmy Z's house, if you want. Some of you can fly, of course, and may not need a lift.
Or you can stay at the abandoned lumber mill for a bit, and Rocketeer can get acquainted with the group...that is, if she's actually interested in joining...?
Or you can stay at the abandoned lumber mill for a bit, and Rocketeer can get acquainted with the group...that is, if she's actually interested in joining...?
Feb 1, 2025 9:20 pm
OOC:
Posting at the same time! The reward has already been established, but I'll respond to your post with something....Feb 1, 2025 9:34 pm
"Wow, you can't carry anything?! That's so lame!"
But she then catches her mother's disapproving glance. Heavy sigh.
"Sorry, but I've already given you a pretty awesome reward. But...[mischievous smirk]...I've gotta build my bunker, and then I'll need a steady stream of supplies to help with my inventions. So if we meet again, maybe we can figure out a quid pro quo arrangement...."
But she then catches her mother's disapproving glance. Heavy sigh.
"Sorry, but I've already given you a pretty awesome reward. But...[mischievous smirk]...I've gotta build my bunker, and then I'll need a steady stream of supplies to help with my inventions. So if we meet again, maybe we can figure out a quid pro quo arrangement...."
Feb 2, 2025 12:34 am
Legendary_Sidekick says:
Small Fry quite suddenly shrinks to Barbie-doll size. She flits in front of Rocketeer (hoping the power-suited heroine notices the shoes).[ +- ] 👠 Rockette Heels
Size: <30 cm tall
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
At Barbie-doll-size, Small Fry has shoes with a rocket-blast. She can hover at eye-level, super-jump from solid ground, or clobber a villain with a fiery kick.
Feb 2, 2025 2:59 am
"At a picometer tall," Small Fry replies, "electrons are like fireflies to me. They’re 2.8 femtometers in diameter. Which means the time I landed on the surface of a nucleus, I was well into the attometric scale…"
Her eyes have a distant look for a moment.
"—but only once," she adds, "just to test my limits. It came at a—"
She stops herself from finishing that sentence.
"Oh, yes. The shoes! When I shift size, I’m effectively converting matter into energy and energy into matter. I’ve learned to solidify light to, well, mostly clothe myself?
"I associate certain sizes with, y’know, Barbie, Tinkerbelle, those Fantasia fairies? When it comes to bending colored light with my mind and solidifying it, the pop culture references help."
Her eyes have a distant look for a moment.
"—but only once," she adds, "just to test my limits. It came at a—"
She stops herself from finishing that sentence.
"Oh, yes. The shoes! When I shift size, I’m effectively converting matter into energy and energy into matter. I’ve learned to solidify light to, well, mostly clothe myself?
"I associate certain sizes with, y’know, Barbie, Tinkerbelle, those Fantasia fairies? When it comes to bending colored light with my mind and solidifying it, the pop culture references help."
Last edited February 3, 2025 3:34 am
Feb 2, 2025 7:33 am
Rocketeer catches her hesitation but doesn't pry. Her mind's whirring through too many possibilities to be curious about what happened at the attometric level. "I see... Fascinating, fascinating. Your shrinking's even more potent than I imagined. You simply have to let me study you! If I figure out your deal and apply that knowledge towards miniaturizing my tech, I could fit in so many more features. Or just cram in enough warheads to level a town. Hah!"
She glances over at Victor. "How about you? Don't be shy. What can you do?" She's not sure what to expect out of him.
She glances over at Victor. "How about you? Don't be shy. What can you do?" She's not sure what to expect out of him.
Feb 2, 2025 12:50 pm
"Level aaahhhh..…?
Small Fry lets Victor deal with the mad/rocket scientist.
She turns to Eliza and sees that the reward is an antimatter grenade, so maybe scientists like explosions. At least the grenade is nonlethal.
"Quid pro quo is fine. But… lame? I become a form made of… quarks? Or preons because I’m made of energy? Or maybe something else, because I’m made of positive energy?"
She can’t become the energy form she’s talking about at a size visible to the naked eye. But at about an inch tall…She becomes what is effectively a fairy shape. Her color is fuchsia. In a blink it’s chartreuse. She’s a deep blue fading to ultraviolet. Her hue reddens to infrared. Her color changes multiple times per second, faster than the human eye can perceive. If you try not to keep up, her color is ‘candleflame.’
Small Fry grows back to fairy size. "Whether you want to study me, or you need help with something—" Turning to Sarah: "—or if you want to invite us to dinner, I’ll be there!"
Small Fry lets Victor deal with the mad/rocket scientist.
She turns to Eliza and sees that the reward is an antimatter grenade, so maybe scientists like explosions. At least the grenade is nonlethal.
"Quid pro quo is fine. But… lame? I become a form made of… quarks? Or preons because I’m made of energy? Or maybe something else, because I’m made of positive energy?"
She can’t become the energy form she’s talking about at a size visible to the naked eye. But at about an inch tall…
[ +- ] 🔥 Fantasian Corona
Size: <3 cm tall
At about an inch or less, Small Fry is a fairy silhouette made entirely of impossibly bright light. She is fire. She can light a wick from her touch, but she is too tiny for combat.
At about an inch or less, Small Fry is a fairy silhouette made entirely of impossibly bright light. She is fire. She can light a wick from her touch, but she is too tiny for combat.
Small Fry grows back to fairy size. "Whether you want to study me, or you need help with something—" Turning to Sarah: "—or if you want to invite us to dinner, I’ll be there!"
Feb 3, 2025 9:23 am
Eltesla says:
She glances over at Victor. "How about you? Don't be shy. What can you do?" She's not sure what to expect out of him.Feb 3, 2025 10:05 pm
Seeing that you all are getting acquainted, the Caldwells wave goodbye and then leave in their respective vehicles. Eliza peels out onto the road, with Sarah honking at her to slow down.
(Sarah was your ride out here, but you're superheroes! You'll figure out a way to get back to town.)
Without the mother/daughter duo and the noisy crew of robo-animals, the lumber mill seems peaceful. You hear birds chirping, frogs ribbitting, and a hawk screech overhead.
But it's not peaceful for long! You hear thunder, though there's barely a cloud in the sky. Then a sheet of lightning careens down about 30 yards from you, scorching the weedy concrete and making your hairs stand on end!
A burly, smiling man wielding a sparking sword and wearing armor and a cape appears out of the lightning. He strides confidently towards you all...for about half the distance. Then he wobbles a bit, and lets out a belch that shakes the nearby abandoned buildings.
(Sarah was your ride out here, but you're superheroes! You'll figure out a way to get back to town.)
Without the mother/daughter duo and the noisy crew of robo-animals, the lumber mill seems peaceful. You hear birds chirping, frogs ribbitting, and a hawk screech overhead.
But it's not peaceful for long! You hear thunder, though there's barely a cloud in the sky. Then a sheet of lightning careens down about 30 yards from you, scorching the weedy concrete and making your hairs stand on end!
A burly, smiling man wielding a sparking sword and wearing armor and a cape appears out of the lightning. He strides confidently towards you all...for about half the distance. Then he wobbles a bit, and lets out a belch that shakes the nearby abandoned buildings.
[ +- ] Image
Feb 3, 2025 10:06 pm
He scrutinizes all three of you, but then fixates on Victor.
"Ah, there you are, my paramour! I can sense the storm within you! You've been missing for so long that I was beginning to get worried...."
He then tilts his head, rubs his chin, scratches his ass, rubs some gunk out of his eye, and circles Victor.
"But why are you wearing such an...inadequate form? A disguise, perhaps? No matter! Come here and give me a kiss, milady! I'm not usually into kissing men (if this scrawny thing can indeed be called a man), but since I know it's really you inside there, all is well!"
He wraps an arm around Victor and leans in for a smooch. Victor sees moist lips, a beard that's a bit grungy, and smells the odor of alcohol.
(5) Demi-god of the Storm, Wielder of Lightningfang, Legendary Guzzler of Ale, Clothesliner of Dragons, Infamous Seducer & Love-Maker, Ignorer of People Who Criticize Excessive Descriptive Titles (and Rules for Developing Cliches)
(3) Alcoholic
"Ah, there you are, my paramour! I can sense the storm within you! You've been missing for so long that I was beginning to get worried...."
He then tilts his head, rubs his chin, scratches his ass, rubs some gunk out of his eye, and circles Victor.
"But why are you wearing such an...inadequate form? A disguise, perhaps? No matter! Come here and give me a kiss, milady! I'm not usually into kissing men (if this scrawny thing can indeed be called a man), but since I know it's really you inside there, all is well!"
He wraps an arm around Victor and leans in for a smooch. Victor sees moist lips, a beard that's a bit grungy, and smells the odor of alcohol.
(5) Demi-god of the Storm, Wielder of Lightningfang, Legendary Guzzler of Ale, Clothesliner of Dragons, Infamous Seducer & Love-Maker, Ignorer of People Who Criticize Excessive Descriptive Titles (and Rules for Developing Cliches)
(3) Alcoholic
Feb 3, 2025 10:44 pm
Victor had already begun to back away from the bearded dude as he circled the bespectacled teen, but when he tries to kiss him, Victor yelps. "Ack! Wh-what are you doing, bro? I think you’ve got the wrong guy. My name’s Victor, and I’m not anybody’s paramour!"
Behind Victor, Hilde the cat rolls her eyes. "This guy," the feline mutters.
Behind Victor, Hilde the cat rolls her eyes. "This guy," the feline mutters.
OOC:
Note this is likely the first time anybody has heard Hilde talk.Rolls
Mild-Mannered Alter Ego - (3d6)
(412) = 7
Feb 3, 2025 10:55 pm
"A cat? I thought you were a dog person. And your demeanor is certainly...not up to your usual demi-goddess standards...."
Unfortunately, Ragnar's inebriation wipes out any skepticism! (For the moment....)
"...which means it's a fantastic disguise! Ah, your cleverness is getting me even more randy! C'mere, you sexy typhoon-surfer!"
And so Victor gets smooched! A quick kiss without saliva being swapped...but a kiss nonetheless!
"Now, while I'm eager to take you into one of these abandoned buildings and...you know...I can wait until you introduce me to your companions!"
He bows low, his drunkenness nearly causing him to fall over.
"Ragnar Thunderheart, wielder of Lightningfang, legendary hero...at your service! Any friend of Meghana Windstrider is a friend of mine!"
However, Victor just lost a roll, so he's down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
Unfortunately, Ragnar's inebriation wipes out any skepticism! (For the moment....)
"...which means it's a fantastic disguise! Ah, your cleverness is getting me even more randy! C'mere, you sexy typhoon-surfer!"
And so Victor gets smooched! A quick kiss without saliva being swapped...but a kiss nonetheless!
"Now, while I'm eager to take you into one of these abandoned buildings and...you know...I can wait until you introduce me to your companions!"
He bows low, his drunkenness nearly causing him to fall over.
"Ragnar Thunderheart, wielder of Lightningfang, legendary hero...at your service! Any friend of Meghana Windstrider is a friend of mine!"
OOC:
I forgot to mention: after the Caldwells' mission, I'm saying you've taken a break, so all cliches are restored.However, Victor just lost a roll, so he's down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
Rolls
Alcoholic - (3d6)
(134) = 8
Feb 4, 2025 12:07 am
Small Fry is visibly uncomfortable. She wants to shout no-means-no, but… this hero is legendarily drunk. Shouting is definitely not the answer.
She shrinks to fairy-size. "Oh, huh… the cat talks and there’s a boyfriend? But are you positive, Randy, that Victor’s the Meghana that you’re looking for? He looks more like Mega-Man at the moment. But even at other moments… I don’t believe Victor’s orientation switches."
She hopes to ease the man into realizing he’s probably drunk. And probably should hail an eight-legged horse to drive him home.
She shrinks to fairy-size. "Oh, huh… the cat talks and there’s a boyfriend? But are you positive, Randy, that Victor’s the Meghana that you’re looking for? He looks more like Mega-Man at the moment. But even at other moments… I don’t believe Victor’s orientation switches."
She hopes to ease the man into realizing he’s probably drunk. And probably should hail an eight-legged horse to drive him home.
OOC:
Oh dear, that roll is barely above average…Last edited February 4, 2025 12:09 am
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(165) = 12
Feb 4, 2025 12:19 am
Ragnar glances down at Small Fry...or more like leers. In his state, everything probably seems attractive. (Not that he wouldn't normally be flirting with the diminutive heroine!)
"Oh, but I'm positive that's Meghana! Who else has that----"
He pauses. His face turns bright blue, his knees wobble, and he grabs his stomach.
**BLARG!!**
Blue sparking vomit flies from his mouth, splattering on the concrete. Thankfully, he was nice enough to aim his stormy discharge away from you all, so none of it gets on you.
After wiping his mouth and taking a few deep breaths, he turns back to the group.
"Yes, I sense it now...similar to Meghana, but different...."
He bows again, this time more steadily.
"A thousand apologies! Ah, if Meghana were here now...how she would lecture me about my drunken sprees...but don't worry, boy/man-who-I-mistook-for-my-lass! I shan't mention that kiss to anyone, if you're embarrassed about it! Not you should be; though our lip-lock was brief, I could tell there was smoldering sexuality beneath that veneer of geekiness!"
"But there is a storm within you, as I've said...tell me, what am I sensing? Do you also wield a powerful weapon or artifact, as I do?"
He holds out Lightningfang, his sword, which glimmers and crackles, and certainly looks powerful.
"Oh, but I'm positive that's Meghana! Who else has that----"
He pauses. His face turns bright blue, his knees wobble, and he grabs his stomach.
**BLARG!!**
Blue sparking vomit flies from his mouth, splattering on the concrete. Thankfully, he was nice enough to aim his stormy discharge away from you all, so none of it gets on you.
After wiping his mouth and taking a few deep breaths, he turns back to the group.
"Yes, I sense it now...similar to Meghana, but different...."
He bows again, this time more steadily.
"A thousand apologies! Ah, if Meghana were here now...how she would lecture me about my drunken sprees...but don't worry, boy/man-who-I-mistook-for-my-lass! I shan't mention that kiss to anyone, if you're embarrassed about it! Not you should be; though our lip-lock was brief, I could tell there was smoldering sexuality beneath that veneer of geekiness!"
"But there is a storm within you, as I've said...tell me, what am I sensing? Do you also wield a powerful weapon or artifact, as I do?"
He holds out Lightningfang, his sword, which glimmers and crackles, and certainly looks powerful.
OOC:
He's down to Alcoholic (2)Rolls
Alcoholic - (3d6)
(341) = 8
Feb 4, 2025 1:49 am
Rocketeer looks like she's having the time of her life watching this. Her visor may completely hide her eyes, but her shit-eating smirk is more than enough to make her amusement obvious. "It appears you also have the power to spontaneously attract alcoholics." She elbows Victor in the side.
Teasing aside, she watches things play out for now. She merely sees Ragnar as an overly affectionate drunk rather than as a threat.
Teasing aside, she watches things play out for now. She merely sees Ragnar as an overly affectionate drunk rather than as a threat.
Feb 4, 2025 9:09 am
Victor nearly vomits as well after the drunk man kisses him! He gags on the taste of booze, sputtering and gasping for air. "Gross!"
Once he regains some of his wits, he holds forth the amulet around his neck, inscribed with the triquetra knot. "Look, I don't know who Meghana is, but I have this. It, uh, changes me when I use it, giving me the powers of a valkyrie. But I'm still me, not anybody else."
Once he regains some of his wits, he holds forth the amulet around his neck, inscribed with the triquetra knot. "Look, I don't know who Meghana is, but I have this. It, uh, changes me when I use it, giving me the powers of a valkyrie. But I'm still me, not anybody else."
Feb 4, 2025 8:27 pm
Small Fry watches Victor’s reaction with a combination of pity and selfish relief that she wasn’t snatched into those lightning-fang-wielding mitts.
And she kinda hates to even ask, but…
"Mr. Thunderheart, how is it that you’ve mistaken my friend for Lady Windstrider?" It does occur to the diminutive heroine that this could be another missing girl case.
If Meghana wants to stride the wind away from randy thunderbulge, she’s got my blessing, for all the good that does a demigoddess.
Though from what she’d heard about the Superhero Biz, back when she first tried getting into it, it’s statistically impossible for a hero team to get into two coincidentally-similar adventures at all, much less in a row.
Probably not a runaway. And probably not a missing girl either, but SF dismisses her assumptions and keeps her mind open to Ragnar’s response.
And she kinda hates to even ask, but…
"Mr. Thunderheart, how is it that you’ve mistaken my friend for Lady Windstrider?" It does occur to the diminutive heroine that this could be another missing girl case.
If Meghana wants to stride the wind away from randy thunderbulge, she’s got my blessing, for all the good that does a demigoddess.
Though from what she’d heard about the Superhero Biz, back when she first tried getting into it, it’s statistically impossible for a hero team to get into two coincidentally-similar adventures at all, much less in a row.
Probably not a runaway. And probably not a missing girl either, but SF dismisses her assumptions and keeps her mind open to Ragnar’s response.
Feb 5, 2025 12:38 am
To Victor, as he examines the amulet: "A valkyrie, eh? It all comes together! I knew there was more to you than meets the eye! You may even be closer to a demi-goddess than you think!"
"My sword doesn't completely transform me, either. It makes me more me! I become a little taller, a little buffer, a little more handsome...and of course there's the armor, cape, and storm powers. But I'm still Ragnar!"
To Small Fry: "Well, uh, I mistook Valkyrie Boy here for Meghana...because I was drunk. Really drunk. Quite a bender indeed. I was over in Big City downing beers, and on a lark I decided to fly over here. But then I felt something...more than one somethings, actually. Being a demi-god, I can sense these things, of course."
"But obviously Victor's valkyrie-storm-Norse-magical essence is different from Meghana's. I can see, and feel, it quite clearly now."
He lets out another eardrum-shattering belch. Thankfully, no vomit follows.
"But as I said, there was something else. Give me a second."
He closes his eyes and raises Lightningfang high. The sword makes a humming noise, and tiny sparks fly off Ragnar's body.
"AH-HA! There is some other essence...that way! [points to the north] It feels more like Meghana...but faint...or perhaps that's still the alcohol talking...it could just be another mystical-powered person. There's only one way to find out!"
"Would you like to accompany me, heroes? I know I've behaved boorishly, but maybe let bygones be bygones? I can give you all some sort of boon after this little quest, no problem at all!"
Then his shoulders slump, and a raincloud appears out of nowhere. Misting rain falls on you all, but heavier drops fall on Ragnar. Seems his liquid courage is rapidly dwindling....
"And to be honest, me and Meghana have been...uhhh...well...[cough]...taking a break. So it'd be nice to have some friends along for support! I mean, not support, actually, because I'm Ragnar Thunderheart! I speak the language of love! More like...an audience to appreciate my greatness! Yes, that's it!"
"My sword doesn't completely transform me, either. It makes me more me! I become a little taller, a little buffer, a little more handsome...and of course there's the armor, cape, and storm powers. But I'm still Ragnar!"
To Small Fry: "Well, uh, I mistook Valkyrie Boy here for Meghana...because I was drunk. Really drunk. Quite a bender indeed. I was over in Big City downing beers, and on a lark I decided to fly over here. But then I felt something...more than one somethings, actually. Being a demi-god, I can sense these things, of course."
"But obviously Victor's valkyrie-storm-Norse-magical essence is different from Meghana's. I can see, and feel, it quite clearly now."
He lets out another eardrum-shattering belch. Thankfully, no vomit follows.
"But as I said, there was something else. Give me a second."
He closes his eyes and raises Lightningfang high. The sword makes a humming noise, and tiny sparks fly off Ragnar's body.
"AH-HA! There is some other essence...that way! [points to the north] It feels more like Meghana...but faint...or perhaps that's still the alcohol talking...it could just be another mystical-powered person. There's only one way to find out!"
"Would you like to accompany me, heroes? I know I've behaved boorishly, but maybe let bygones be bygones? I can give you all some sort of boon after this little quest, no problem at all!"
Then his shoulders slump, and a raincloud appears out of nowhere. Misting rain falls on you all, but heavier drops fall on Ragnar. Seems his liquid courage is rapidly dwindling....
"And to be honest, me and Meghana have been...uhhh...well...[cough]...taking a break. So it'd be nice to have some friends along for support! I mean, not support, actually, because I'm Ragnar Thunderheart! I speak the language of love! More like...an audience to appreciate my greatness! Yes, that's it!"
Feb 5, 2025 11:08 am
"Go with you? You must be drunk still," Victor says with a scoff.
However, Hilde looks up at him. "Ragnar might be a buffoon, but he does have a connection with the powers of the Aesir. His boon would come in handy in strengthening your powers, young one," the cat says. Then she stretches out one of her hind legs and begins to lick herself clean.
Victor sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine. But you better not try to kiss me again!"
However, Hilde looks up at him. "Ragnar might be a buffoon, but he does have a connection with the powers of the Aesir. His boon would come in handy in strengthening your powers, young one," the cat says. Then she stretches out one of her hind legs and begins to lick herself clean.
Victor sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. "Fine. But you better not try to kiss me again!"
Feb 5, 2025 11:38 am
Small Fry is with Hilde on this, but she didn’t want to speak over Victor.
Small Fry also thinks that no civilian is safe from Ragnar’s mead-stained lips if he follows Meghana’s mixed signals unchaperoned.
"What Victor means is, we need to work as a team. So like Failure, Kissing is not an option." She makes a circular gesture, as if to imply this non-option works for every combination of people here. (Maybe the cat can be kissed. It’s hard to get a good read on the gesture of a two-inch arm.) She goes on, "’Cause Kissing is Failure.
"Once teammates start kissing, the whole team dynamic is totally outta whack. Favoritism, trios have third wheels, and don’t even get me started on The Wonder Step-Siblings from the eighties.
"I’m not speaking from experience, but I have read my share of superhero drama and—" Her golden fairy glow is actually reddening a bit. "—y’know? Maybe not having a girlfriend isn’t the worst thing in the world."
It may be obvious that Small Fry isn’t talking about Ragnar’s situation.
Small Fry also thinks that no civilian is safe from Ragnar’s mead-stained lips if he follows Meghana’s mixed signals unchaperoned.
"What Victor means is, we need to work as a team. So like Failure, Kissing is not an option." She makes a circular gesture, as if to imply this non-option works for every combination of people here. (Maybe the cat can be kissed. It’s hard to get a good read on the gesture of a two-inch arm.) She goes on, "’Cause Kissing is Failure.
"Once teammates start kissing, the whole team dynamic is totally outta whack. Favoritism, trios have third wheels, and don’t even get me started on The Wonder Step-Siblings from the eighties.
"I’m not speaking from experience, but I have read my share of superhero drama and—" Her golden fairy glow is actually reddening a bit. "—y’know? Maybe not having a girlfriend isn’t the worst thing in the world."
It may be obvious that Small Fry isn’t talking about Ragnar’s situation.
[ +- ] 💖 Hopeless Romantic
Small Fry wants to live a normal life. She wants to find love. Or at least a BFF who also wished Barbie could talk?
Feb 5, 2025 7:56 pm
"A boon? Very well, Ragnar. We're behind you the whole way," Rocketeer agrees. She much prefers cold hard science to the wishy-washy nature of the magical and divine, but a boon from a demigod is nothing to sneeze at. Plus, there was the possibility she could watch Ragnar make a fool of himself.
"Correct, Small Fry. Statistically, romance in the superhero workplace leads to disaster 87.65% of the time. It's best for all of us if no one rolls that dice." With everyone in agreement, Rocketeer engages her jets, filling everyone's ears with its harsh, high-pitched sound. "If we're going to work together, I want to see what you guys are made of. Let's make this a race!" Grinning, she takes off northward.
"Correct, Small Fry. Statistically, romance in the superhero workplace leads to disaster 87.65% of the time. It's best for all of us if no one rolls that dice." With everyone in agreement, Rocketeer engages her jets, filling everyone's ears with its harsh, high-pitched sound. "If we're going to work together, I want to see what you guys are made of. Let's make this a race!" Grinning, she takes off northward.
Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil - (4d6)
(4512) = 12
Feb 5, 2025 8:07 pm
Small Fry can’t beat The Rocketeer.
Unless she cheats uses her powers to outwit The Rocketeer.
She shrinks outta sight and weaves her way inside the molecular structure of The Rocketeer’s power suit!
Wow—beat her by ONE.
(I assume this is a friendly match, and we’re not causing teammates to lose dice?)After a while, a spark appears on The Rocketeer’s forearm. The spark becomes a minute fairy, who searches the surface of the armored arm until she’s certain about the size she’ll need to be to cling on.
She finally becomes doll-sized. She demurely crosses on leg over the other, and is clad in her Rockette Heels and a space-girl outfit that is more like something Gay Ellis would wear, as opposed to Sally Ride.
She smiles at The Rocketeer. "I’m afraid the best I can do is a tie, unless you flick me off of your arm.
"The only way I could win would be if, while I was inside your armor, I had entered your tank as a fire-being. But that would have ended more than the race, and even against a rocket-powered villain… there’s a line I hope never to cross.
"If you want to know what I’m made of, it’s not about power or winning. It’s about the moral choi—"
Unless she cheats uses her powers to outwit The Rocketeer.
She shrinks outta sight and weaves her way inside the molecular structure of The Rocketeer’s power suit!
OOC:
Gonna roll first to see if she gets in.Wow—beat her by ONE.
(I assume this is a friendly match, and we’re not causing teammates to lose dice?)
She finally becomes doll-sized. She demurely crosses on leg over the other, and is clad in her Rockette Heels and a space-girl outfit that is more like something Gay Ellis would wear, as opposed to Sally Ride.
[ +- ] Lt. Gay Ellis
"The only way I could win would be if, while I was inside your armor, I had entered your tank as a fire-being. But that would have ended more than the race, and even against a rocket-powered villain… there’s a line I hope never to cross.
"If you want to know what I’m made of, it’s not about power or winning. It’s about the moral choi—"
Last edited February 5, 2025 9:30 pm
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(2326) = 13
Feb 5, 2025 8:29 pm
"Ah, jeez," Victor groans. He grabs his amulet and chants, "Komdu með skjaldmeyjuna!"
Feb 5, 2025 8:31 pm
With a crash of thunder, Victor becomes the Shield Maiden! Her winged sandals begin to flap as she lifts off the ground. She holds her shield in one hand and Hilde under her other arm. "Last one there is a stinky troll!" she calls as she flies off in pursuit of the Rocketeer!
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(3565) = 19
Feb 5, 2025 8:44 pm
Small Fry pauses her speech as the Shield Maiden soars past.
"…well, who better than a lightning goddess to steal my thunder?"
"…well, who better than a lightning goddess to steal my thunder?"
Feb 5, 2025 9:27 pm
OOC:
I have no problem with a friendly contest between Rocketeer and Small Fry, with no dice lost......but if Rocketeer wants to get feisty, I'll allow that too! Up to her if she wants to try and eject the teensy space girl from her armor.
Feb 5, 2025 9:28 pm
"No kissing? A reasonable request...from my end! But from yours? Can you all truly resist these rugged good looks and----"
His delusional confident words are interrupted, as you all fly northward in your respective styles!
"A race?! HA! Such spirited companions! But you'll have to be on top of your game to beat me!"
Hurricane-force winds swirl around him, levitating him about 200 feet off the ground, and then flinging him to the north! Lightning, hail, and rain surround him, and thunder booms throughout the immediate area!
(He can actually fly without all the bombast, but why would he?! A demi-god must make his presence known!)
However, while he beats Rocketeer (and possibly Small Fry), he doesn't beat the Shield Maiden. But rather than act like a sore loser, he stares at her valkyrie form approvingly, and lets out a hearty laugh.
"Such speed and power! And such an entrancing figure! You certainly don't skip your ab and core workouts, do you?"
Once everyone arrives, you all look around and see....
His delusional confident words are interrupted, as you all fly northward in your respective styles!
"A race?! HA! Such spirited companions! But you'll have to be on top of your game to beat me!"
Hurricane-force winds swirl around him, levitating him about 200 feet off the ground, and then flinging him to the north! Lightning, hail, and rain surround him, and thunder booms throughout the immediate area!
(He can actually fly without all the bombast, but why would he?! A demi-god must make his presence known!)
However, while he beats Rocketeer (and possibly Small Fry), he doesn't beat the Shield Maiden. But rather than act like a sore loser, he stares at her valkyrie form approvingly, and lets out a hearty laugh.
"Such speed and power! And such an entrancing figure! You certainly don't skip your ab and core workouts, do you?"
Once everyone arrives, you all look around and see....
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (5d6)
(34414) = 16
Feb 5, 2025 10:06 pm
You've all flown/hitchhiked about three miles, and you're even more out in the boonies. During your flight, you didn't see much besides woods, two-lane country roads, a trailer park, and a few fields planted with various crops.
But as you land in a medium-sized parking lot, you now see something quite interesting: a building that's somehow both hi-tech and bland, surrounded by a cotton field. Towers, rods, and the like cover the roof, and there's another tower separate from the building. There are a handful of vehicles in the parking lot.
A sign near the main entrance reads "Scanlon Weather Research - Facility #3." Right now, you don't see anyone else around.
Strangely, the temperature dropped precipitously when you got within about 200 yards of the facility. The summer heat was blazing at about 95 degrees F; now it's a cool 65 degrees F.
But as you land in a medium-sized parking lot, you now see something quite interesting: a building that's somehow both hi-tech and bland, surrounded by a cotton field. Towers, rods, and the like cover the roof, and there's another tower separate from the building. There are a handful of vehicles in the parking lot.
A sign near the main entrance reads "Scanlon Weather Research - Facility #3." Right now, you don't see anyone else around.
Strangely, the temperature dropped precipitously when you got within about 200 yards of the facility. The summer heat was blazing at about 95 degrees F; now it's a cool 65 degrees F.
[ +- ] Image
Feb 5, 2025 10:07 pm
Ragnar frowns at the building for a long while, picking his teeth with Lightningfang.
"Whatever I sense is coming from that building...and this temperature change isn't my doing...."
"Whatever I sense is coming from that building...and this temperature change isn't my doing...."
Feb 5, 2025 11:18 pm
"Hah! I respect the attempt, but there's no free rides on this rocket! You've got to work for it!" Jets pop out of slots on her gauntlets, and she uses them to send herself into a reckless horizontal spin. She's trying to fling Small Fry off!
Whether Small Fry holds on or not, Rocketeer re-establishes steady flight as she closes in on the parking lot. Right as it seems like she's coming in too hot, she expels jets from her boots to slow her approach and avoid crashing. Her feet dig into the asphalt as she skids to a stop near Shield Maiden and Ragnar. "You two are faster than you look. Damn magic." She smiles.
She gets a good look at the research facility. She doesn't want to go in completely blind, so she remotely accesses and scans local records to see if there were any distress calls originating from this location.
Whether Small Fry holds on or not, Rocketeer re-establishes steady flight as she closes in on the parking lot. Right as it seems like she's coming in too hot, she expels jets from her boots to slow her approach and avoid crashing. Her feet dig into the asphalt as she skids to a stop near Shield Maiden and Ragnar. "You two are faster than you look. Damn magic." She smiles.
She gets a good look at the research facility. She doesn't want to go in completely blind, so she remotely accesses and scans local records to see if there were any distress calls originating from this location.
Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil (Spin maneuver) - (4d6)
(6433) = 16
Technopathic Nanoimplants (Access records) - (2d6)
(53) = 8
Feb 5, 2025 11:48 pm
OOC:
I don't think my last message regarding this was clear, so....Neither the race nor the Rocketeer/Small Fry stuff will cause anyone to lose dice. But if Small Fry can't beat a 16, she WILL get tossed off about halfway to the facility! If that happens, someone will have to retrieve her...or will she come up with a clever way to rejoin the team?
If Small Fry DOES beat the roll, she can do funky stuff to Rocketeer's armor, or mess with her in general, if she chooses to. Anything within reason.
Feb 6, 2025 12:01 am
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Small Fry tries her shrinking trick, but she’s not quick enough! She first realizes The Rocketeer got away when she notices how widely dispersed the molecules are.
Air. Awww, nuts.
But when she grows back, there isn’t even a trail of smoke. She’s not entirely sure where she is.
Was I… thrown off course???
Small Fry tries her shrinking trick, but she’s not quick enough! She first realizes The Rocketeer got away when she notices how widely dispersed the molecules are.
Air. Awww, nuts.
But when she grows back, there isn’t even a trail of smoke. She’s not entirely sure where she is.
Was I… thrown off course???
Feb 6, 2025 1:57 am
Small Fry has landed in the trailer park everyone saw when flying north, specifically in the middle of the rutted road that runs through it. It's a smaller park, with maybe 10-15 trailers...though the road curves through a wooded area, so there could be more trailers "back yonder." You can't see a sign or name for the park; maybe it has no name.
Nobody is out and about. Probably inside, hiding from the heat, or at work. A Golden Retriever, however, has noticed the strange being that fell from the sky, and trots over. It sniffs Small Fry in a friendly manner. If Small Fry investigates the dog's collar, she'll see his name is "Jefferson."
I suppose I should give the Golden stats, just in case.
Friendly doggo (1)
Nobody is out and about. Probably inside, hiding from the heat, or at work. A Golden Retriever, however, has noticed the strange being that fell from the sky, and trots over. It sniffs Small Fry in a friendly manner. If Small Fry investigates the dog's collar, she'll see his name is "Jefferson."
I suppose I should give the Golden stats, just in case.
Friendly doggo (1)
Feb 6, 2025 2:23 am
Small Fry knows she should probably fly north and send a rainbow… but she reads the collar.
She looks left. Right. Nobody around.
"Any chance your last name’s Airplane? Then you’d be named for one of my favorite bands from when I was a teenager, not an old fairy who looks like one. I adored Grace Slick, and still have White Rabbit committed to memory."
She uses her power to create a psychedelic light pattern of mostly blues and golds—colors a dog can distinguish from grayscale!—as she sings,
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
Small Fry grows ten inches tall. Her blue Barbie-doll dress is meant to be Alice-like, but she comes off as more of a Dorothy of Oz with the red rockette heels. (But then, Dorothy is a dog-person…)
She looks left. Right. Nobody around.
"Any chance your last name’s Airplane? Then you’d be named for one of my favorite bands from when I was a teenager, not an old fairy who looks like one. I adored Grace Slick, and still have White Rabbit committed to memory."
She uses her power to create a psychedelic light pattern of mostly blues and golds—colors a dog can distinguish from grayscale!—as she sings,
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small
Small Fry grows ten inches tall. Her blue Barbie-doll dress is meant to be Alice-like, but she comes off as more of a Dorothy of Oz with the red rockette heels. (But then, Dorothy is a dog-person…)
Last edited February 6, 2025 2:28 am
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - to win over the dog - (3d6)
(421) = 7
Feb 6, 2025 11:27 am
The Shield Maiden laughs triumphantly as she lands with a flourish ahead of the others!
"My strength is a gift from the gods. I don't even lift, bro," she boasts.
She looks around the area and frowns. "Hold a moment. We're missing somebody. Where did Small Fry get off to?"
Totes_McGee says:
"Such speed and power! And such an entrancing figure! You certainly don't skip your ab and core workouts, do you?"She looks around the area and frowns. "Hold a moment. We're missing somebody. Where did Small Fry get off to?"
Feb 6, 2025 7:08 pm
Rocketeer browses through various media, but can find no distress calls, or really any news at all about the facility. Even the website for Scanlon Weather Research is unhelpful. It doesn't list any staff (or even any addresses or phone numbers) and uses generic phrases like "leading weather research organization" and "advanced meteorological techniques."
As for Small Fry and Jefferson, there really wasn't a need to win over the dog, as it was already friendly! Jefferson tilts his head and watches Small Fry's display with keen interest. He can't figure out exactly what it's all about, but it's a break from the monotony of the trailer park!
As for Small Fry and Jefferson, there really wasn't a need to win over the dog, as it was already friendly! Jefferson tilts his head and watches Small Fry's display with keen interest. He can't figure out exactly what it's all about, but it's a break from the monotony of the trailer park!
Feb 6, 2025 7:09 pm
Hearing that Small Fry is missing, Ragnar also looks around. When the heroine doesn't immediately appear, his frown deepens.
"Didn't I see her catch a ride with you, Armor Woman? Did she fall off, or-----"
He points Lightningfang to the heavens, and again wind swirls around him.
"No matter. I have a feeling time is of the essence; I don't like the feel of this weather anomaly, or the look of this facility. I'll send out a signal, and hopefully your friend will see it. After we're reunited, we can begin investigating this strange place."
He flies up, heading southward for a bit, before unleashing a stormy display. It's not as impressive as before, but Small Fry should definitely see it.
He doesn't notice Lily's song and light show, however, as it's not quite potent enough to be seen from his height.
"Didn't I see her catch a ride with you, Armor Woman? Did she fall off, or-----"
He points Lightningfang to the heavens, and again wind swirls around him.
"No matter. I have a feeling time is of the essence; I don't like the feel of this weather anomaly, or the look of this facility. I'll send out a signal, and hopefully your friend will see it. After we're reunited, we can begin investigating this strange place."
He flies up, heading southward for a bit, before unleashing a stormy display. It's not as impressive as before, but Small Fry should definitely see it.
He doesn't notice Lily's song and light show, however, as it's not quite potent enough to be seen from his height.
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (5d6)
(22414) = 13
Feb 6, 2025 9:42 pm
Small Fry pats the dog on the head. "I hope you aren’t lost or anything like that…"
She notices Ragnar’s signal.
"…oh, I’ve got to go. Perhaps I’ll fly over your park after the mission."
She shines a rainbow up toward the demigod to show she’s okay, and she immediately flies up the rainbow!
She notices Ragnar’s signal.
"…oh, I’ve got to go. Perhaps I’ll fly over your park after the mission."
She shines a rainbow up toward the demigod to show she’s okay, and she immediately flies up the rainbow!
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(652) = 13
Feb 6, 2025 10:08 pm
Noticing the rainbow, Ragnar ceases his display of power so Small Fry doesn't get hurt, and moves closer to the bonanza of color. Eventually he sees her flying around.
"Taking a detour, eh? Come! You can tell me about your misadventure on the way!"
Small Fry can attach herself to Ragnar however she wants for the trip to the facility. He'll fly quickly but steadily...unlike that cocky trickster Rocketeer!
In short order, they've returned to the group.
Jefferson puts his front paws on a garbage can and peers up, watching the two heroes connect and depart to the north.
Well, that was fun while it lasted! Maybe they'll come back some day!
He lets out a satisfied bark, then heads over to the woods, where he'll work on digging his favorite hole.
"Taking a detour, eh? Come! You can tell me about your misadventure on the way!"
Small Fry can attach herself to Ragnar however she wants for the trip to the facility. He'll fly quickly but steadily...unlike that cocky trickster Rocketeer!
In short order, they've returned to the group.
Jefferson puts his front paws on a garbage can and peers up, watching the two heroes connect and depart to the north.
Well, that was fun while it lasted! Maybe they'll come back some day!
He lets out a satisfied bark, then heads over to the woods, where he'll work on digging his favorite hole.
Feb 6, 2025 10:37 pm
Small Fry makes it a point not to tell Ragnar what Rocketeer did. She might not have cared for the ‘I coulda blown up your fuel supply.’ That or she’s just super competitive.
Instead, SF seats herself on Ragnar’s bracer and tells him about Jefferson the Dog.
"…maybe singing to a dog is kinda dumb, but he liked it. And, well, you’re a demigod so maybe you know how this sorta thing works. Is it like, a sign, that the dog shares half a name of a band I like—?"
She almost says ‘liked as a teenager,’ but stops herself. Maybe someday, she’ll talk to her teammates about her real age and some of the other stuff.
She doesn’t explain how she got lost. She just says, "I knew I shoulda made that left turn at Albuquerque," and immediately wonders if Gen Z’ers even watched those old cartoons.
"So I take it Meghana doesn’t work in that office building. I can do sneaky stuff if you need me to, but what exactly is the issue here? Besides the cold?"
Instead, SF seats herself on Ragnar’s bracer and tells him about Jefferson the Dog.
"…maybe singing to a dog is kinda dumb, but he liked it. And, well, you’re a demigod so maybe you know how this sorta thing works. Is it like, a sign, that the dog shares half a name of a band I like—?"
She almost says ‘liked as a teenager,’ but stops herself. Maybe someday, she’ll talk to her teammates about her real age and some of the other stuff.
She doesn’t explain how she got lost. She just says, "I knew I shoulda made that left turn at Albuquerque," and immediately wonders if Gen Z’ers even watched those old cartoons.
"So I take it Meghana doesn’t work in that office building. I can do sneaky stuff if you need me to, but what exactly is the issue here? Besides the cold?"
Feb 7, 2025 11:51 am
Shield Maiden says:
She looks around the area and frowns. "Hold a moment. We're missing somebody. Where did Small Fry get off to?"Ragnar says:
"Didn't I see her catch a ride with you, Armor Woman? Did she fall off, or-----"When they return, Rocketeer shares her findings in response to Small Fry's question. "That's the thing. There is no issue, at least according to the data I'm seeing. No outgoing distress calls, no news, nothing. Scanlon's website doesn't list any staff nor any real details about their activities. It's highly suspicious. Combine that with the clearly unnatural cold and we've got cause to at least check things out, make sure there's nothing untoward going on. But we don't have any idea what we could be heading into, it might be best if you scout ahead first, Small Fry. I could also try to tap into any active cameras in the facility," she suggests.
Feb 7, 2025 3:36 pm
Small Fry considers her scouting ability.
"Y’know that song, The Rainbow Connection? Maybe I can establish a connection with my rainbow power.
"Red Light means I’m in danger, and I need you inside. Ideally, you can follow the red to me.
"Green Light means it’s safe to enter.
"Blue… I’m coming out. Oranges, white and pinks might be more appropriate… sticking with blue.
"Pink will just be a variant of red, but someone else is in danger and I’m not."
Confident she has a system for communicating without a cell phone, Small Fry becomes a spark. As soon as her minuscule fiery form reaches the door of the facility, she either slips through a keyhole or becomes subatomic and weaves her way through the molecular structure until she’s inside.
She expects cameras to be present, and is the size of a dust particle until she’s pretty sure she can become larger than that without setting off an alarm.
"Y’know that song, The Rainbow Connection? Maybe I can establish a connection with my rainbow power.
"Red Light means I’m in danger, and I need you inside. Ideally, you can follow the red to me.
"Green Light means it’s safe to enter.
"Blue… I’m coming out. Oranges, white and pinks might be more appropriate… sticking with blue.
"Pink will just be a variant of red, but someone else is in danger and I’m not."
Confident she has a system for communicating without a cell phone, Small Fry becomes a spark. As soon as her minuscule fiery form reaches the door of the facility, she either slips through a keyhole or becomes subatomic and weaves her way through the molecular structure until she’s inside.
She expects cameras to be present, and is the size of a dust particle until she’s pretty sure she can become larger than that without setting off an alarm.
OOC:
Well, with THAT roll..!!!Last edited February 7, 2025 3:36 pm
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(3312) = 9
Feb 7, 2025 6:17 pm
While Small Fry infiltrates, Rocketeer gets closer to the facility so she can use her technopathy more easily. Thankfully, her armor has internal heating that keeps her comfortably toasty as she approaches. She stops within 50 yards of the building. This should be close enough. Let's see what's going on in there. She expands her technopathic signal and tries to push her way into any active surveillance systems within the building.
Rolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (2d6)
(52) = 7
Feb 7, 2025 10:31 pm
Small Fry enters the building and looks around. She doesn't immediately see anything nefarious; actually, it looks like a boring research facility. There's a reception area, but nobody is stationed there. A wide hallway runs down the middle of the building, with rooms on each side. The decor is "government beige."
There are a few people in white lab coats moving about, but none of them notice her. Until...
**ALERT!! ALERT!! UNAUTHORIZED ORGANISM DETECTED!! INITIATE DEFENSE PROTOCOL EPSILON BLACK!!**
The people gasp as they hear the alert over the intercom, and some of them drop whatever they were holding, but they quickly recover and rush down the hallway, towards an unknown location.
At the same time, ten floating droids zip down the hallway, heading right towards Small Fry! Each one is about the size of a basketball, and bristles with weaponry. They blare out a command:
**SURRENDER, INTRUDER!! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN AGGRESSIVE REMEDIATION!!**
Stats: Defense Droids - Group A (3)
Rocketeer is able to access the surveillance system...but the system doesn't have cameras. Rather, it monitors an overwhelming number of variables: temperature, humidity, radiation, noise, energy of seemingly every type. These variables are then shown on a grid that represents the three above-ground floors of the facility, along with two basement levels.
She has to strain to make sense of this information overload, but she eventually figures out that certain temperature blobs are people...and there's a strange energy flux in basement level two!
But then she hears a noise coming from inside, and the people-blobs begin moving rapidly! It looks like they're all heading to basement level one...was Small Fry spotted?!
Another group of Defense Droids then descends from the roof, and surrounds the group! Either Small Fry's infiltration failure caused them to notice you, or they'd noticed you before, and were just waiting to attack. They bark out the same command Small Fry heard:
**SURRENDER, INTRUDERS!! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN AGGRESSIVE REMEDIATION!!**
Stats: Defense Droids - Group B (3)
There are a few people in white lab coats moving about, but none of them notice her. Until...
**ALERT!! ALERT!! UNAUTHORIZED ORGANISM DETECTED!! INITIATE DEFENSE PROTOCOL EPSILON BLACK!!**
The people gasp as they hear the alert over the intercom, and some of them drop whatever they were holding, but they quickly recover and rush down the hallway, towards an unknown location.
At the same time, ten floating droids zip down the hallway, heading right towards Small Fry! Each one is about the size of a basketball, and bristles with weaponry. They blare out a command:
**SURRENDER, INTRUDER!! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN AGGRESSIVE REMEDIATION!!**
[ +- ] Defense Droids
OOC:
If you stay and fight, roll initiative! If you want to escape, roll a cliche! You'll have to beat the Droids' counter-roll to safely escape...if you don't, you'll lose one dice, and you'll be forced to fight!Rocketeer is able to access the surveillance system...but the system doesn't have cameras. Rather, it monitors an overwhelming number of variables: temperature, humidity, radiation, noise, energy of seemingly every type. These variables are then shown on a grid that represents the three above-ground floors of the facility, along with two basement levels.
She has to strain to make sense of this information overload, but she eventually figures out that certain temperature blobs are people...and there's a strange energy flux in basement level two!
But then she hears a noise coming from inside, and the people-blobs begin moving rapidly! It looks like they're all heading to basement level one...was Small Fry spotted?!
Another group of Defense Droids then descends from the roof, and surrounds the group! Either Small Fry's infiltration failure caused them to notice you, or they'd noticed you before, and were just waiting to attack. They bark out the same command Small Fry heard:
**SURRENDER, INTRUDERS!! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO COMPLY! FAILURE TO COMPLY WILL RESULT IN AGGRESSIVE REMEDIATION!!**
Stats: Defense Droids - Group B (3)
OOC:
Same deal: will you fight or retreat? And what will Ragnar do? Well, I'll tell you....Feb 7, 2025 10:41 pm
Ragnar will fight. Was there ever any doubt?
"This is clearly no innocent research facility! Come, my newfound friends: let us smite these rust-buckets, and then storm the building! And maim everyone inside, and reduce this structure to rubble, should we find evidence of villainy!"
Laughing, he lunges towards the droids, as lightning swirls around him!
"This is clearly no innocent research facility! Come, my newfound friends: let us smite these rust-buckets, and then storm the building! And maim everyone inside, and reduce this structure to rubble, should we find evidence of villainy!"
Laughing, he lunges towards the droids, as lightning swirls around him!
Rolls
Ragnar initiative - (1d20)
(11) = 11
Defense Droids - Group B initiative - (1d20)
(3) = 3
Feb 7, 2025 10:46 pm
"I am with you!" the Shield Maiden declares, summoning her enchanted shield to her hand!
Rolls
Initiative - (d20)
(11) = 11
Feb 7, 2025 11:14 pm
Small Fry yelps, "EEP! I’m just a firefly—one that can talk!"
She tries to shrink and slip away!
She tries to shrink and slip away!
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(4443) = 15
Feb 7, 2025 11:42 pm
The droids squawk in confusion as their target blips off their sensor array!
**BEGIN SWIFT PATROL PROTOCOL!!**
They fly around the first floor interior, scanning everything, but are still unable to locate Small Fry!
She can now escape these flying bastards, and has limited ability to maneuver through the building, if she chooses...because it's still on lockdown, and her abilities probably won't keep her hidden forever! Or she can rejoin her teammates! Or...something else, if she has a clever plan!
**BEGIN SWIFT PATROL PROTOCOL!!**
They fly around the first floor interior, scanning everything, but are still unable to locate Small Fry!
She can now escape these flying bastards, and has limited ability to maneuver through the building, if she chooses...because it's still on lockdown, and her abilities probably won't keep her hidden forever! Or she can rejoin her teammates! Or...something else, if she has a clever plan!
OOC:
This droid group loses 1 dice.Rolls
Defense Droids - Group A - (3d6)
(164) = 11
Feb 8, 2025 12:49 am
Of course, Rocketeer is going to fight. It's not everyday that she gets something non-fleshy to blow up without worry! "I like the way you think, Ragnar! Gonna have to ask you to hold back on the maiming though, at least for now. No signal from Small Fry, but there's a good chance she's been made. Let's get in there." Her jets start to hum as she prepares to fight. Slots open up on her shoulder pads, allowing small missile launchers to pop out. "From what I'm picking up, people are moving down to basement level one. I also picked up an energy flux on the second basement level, but confirming Small Fry's safety takes priority for now."
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20)
(20) = 20
Feb 8, 2025 1:04 am
Round One
20: Rocketeer –
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Defense Droids - Group B –
Shield Maiden can go before Ragnar. Ties go in favor of the players, and Ragnar technically isn't a player.
Rocketeer, your buff roll puts you first! Let's see what you can do!
Small Fry doesn't have time to rejoin the team for Round One, but she can pop in beginning at Round Two if she wants.
20: Rocketeer –
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Defense Droids - Group B –
Shield Maiden can go before Ragnar. Ties go in favor of the players, and Ragnar technically isn't a player.
Rocketeer, your buff roll puts you first! Let's see what you can do!
Small Fry doesn't have time to rejoin the team for Round One, but she can pop in beginning at Round Two if she wants.
Feb 8, 2025 1:44 am
In her visor, lock-on reticles appear over the droids. Arming missiles... Locking on... Fire!
Rocketeer fires a salvo of missiles from her shoulder-mounted launchers! Smoke trails behind the miniature missiles as they close in on the droids.
Rocketeer fires a salvo of missiles from her shoulder-mounted launchers! Smoke trails behind the miniature missiles as they close in on the droids.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (4d6)
(5113) = 10
Feb 8, 2025 2:06 am
The Shield Maiden charges her shield up with electrical energy before hurling it at the droids!
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(6116) = 14
Feb 8, 2025 2:44 am
A few droids move towards the missiles, and shoot beams of green light at them.
Instead of disabling the barrage, this hijacks Rocketeer's targeting system, and sends the missiles hurtling back towards her!
Before she can react, she's getting pummeled by explosions from her own ordnance!
Instead of disabling the barrage, this hijacks Rocketeer's targeting system, and sends the missiles hurtling back towards her!
Before she can react, she's getting pummeled by explosions from her own ordnance!
Rolls
Defense Droids - Group B - (3d6)
(556) = 16
Feb 8, 2025 2:53 am
The valkyrie's shield bounces from droid to droid, disabling several of them from the sheer force of the throw, or the electronics-scrambling energy she's imbued it with!
Rolls
Defense Droids - Group B - (3d6)
(633) = 12
Feb 8, 2025 3:02 am
Ragnar lets out a roar, and it gets even colder around the battlefield. Dark clouds appear overhead, and baseball-sized hail rains down on the mechanical defenders!
"Since you've already used electricity and lightning, Maiden, I figured I'd mix things up! Ragnar Thunderheart is no copycat!"
"Since you've already used electricity and lightning, Maiden, I figured I'd mix things up! Ragnar Thunderheart is no copycat!"
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (5d6)
(33335) = 17
Feb 8, 2025 3:08 am
OOC:
They can't beat 17, but I'll roll just for fun.The battlefield is now littered with droid debris. Only a few remain functional, but they're not retreating.
Rolls
Defense Droids - Group B - (2d6)
(21) = 3
Feb 8, 2025 3:13 am
The droids' analysis has indicated that Rocketeer is the weakest link. They've re-targeted her missiles, so they should be able to take over her entire operating system...right?
Well, they're going to try. The remaining droids swoop towards her, bathing her in the green light used earlier.
Round One
20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Defense Droids - Group B – down to (1)
Well, they're going to try. The remaining droids swoop towards her, bathing her in the green light used earlier.
OOC:
Rocketeer, defend yourself! A 1? EZ!Round One
20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Defense Droids - Group B – down to (1)
Rolls
Defense Droids - Group B - (1d6)
(1) = 1
Feb 8, 2025 4:18 am
OOC:
Haha… looks like this battle is about over. I think the Red signal from Small Fry will be well-timed, then!After she throws her signal, she remains bug-sized, watching the scientists below. Sure, they’re alarmed now, but maybe freaked-out people talk..?
She’ll remain on the current floor, as long as she can follow someone away from the droids. The basement should wait until the others arrive.
Last edited February 8, 2025 9:58 pm
Rolls
☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows - red signal - (3d6)
(464) = 14
Feb 8, 2025 6:27 am
"Shit-!" She's consumed in an explosive ball of fire. Her kinetic and thermal shields keep her from suffering much damage (besides a bruised ego), but it consumed a good chunk of her fuel reserves. That all-purpose battery and energy absorber Eliza mentioned is now sounding pretty good to Rocketeer...
She can feel the attempt to control her armor. Through the smoke, she sees that there's far less droids thanks to Shield Maiden and Ragnar. Controlling the droids was unlikely at best before, but now, she was certain she could take them over. "Two can play at that game." She exerts her technopathic influence over the few remaining droids, actively rewriting their programming to accept her and the others as allies.
She can feel the attempt to control her armor. Through the smoke, she sees that there's far less droids thanks to Shield Maiden and Ragnar. Controlling the droids was unlikely at best before, but now, she was certain she could take them over. "Two can play at that game." She exerts her technopathic influence over the few remaining droids, actively rewriting their programming to accept her and the others as allies.
Rolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (2d6)
(62) = 8
Feb 8, 2025 7:56 pm
OOC:
Small Fry: The droids haven't dispersed. They're still actively patrolling the first floor interior; they just can't detect you at the moment. But if you flash some colors, they (or whatever system detected you the first time) might be able to zero in on you! Maybe position yourself so you can send out your "signal flare" safely?As for the scientists: are you following them to the first basement level, or staying at the ground floor?
Feb 8, 2025 8:08 pm
Victory! Shattered, charred, and sparking droid remains surround the team. Some of the droids are still active, but harmless; no longer able to fly or use their arsenals, they can do nothing but roll around on the ground as their critically damaged processors try to make sense of their plight.
Three droids hover in front of you all, their programming overwritten by Rocketeer's technopathy. One of them actually nuzzles against her, feeling a circuit-sizzling tech bond with the mad/rocket scientist.
Three droids hover in front of you all, their programming overwritten by Rocketeer's technopathy. One of them actually nuzzles against her, feeling a circuit-sizzling tech bond with the mad/rocket scientist.
OOC:
Per Risus rules, you get to decides the fate of your beaten foes. Rocketeer has three droids "brainwashed"...keep them like that, or....? And will you do anything with the disabled droids?Feb 8, 2025 9:59 pm
Totes_McGee says:
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Small Fry: The droids haven't dispersed. They're still actively patrolling the first floor interior; they just can't detect you at the moment. But if you flash some colors, they (or whatever system detected you the first time) might be able to zero in on you! Maybe position yourself so you can send out your "signal flare" safely?As for the scientists: are you following them to the first basement level, or staying at the ground floor?
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Edited my post:• repositioned
• did not go to basement
Feb 8, 2025 10:44 pm
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I'll keep them like that for nowShe considers scavenging the disabled drones for parts because being mad on a budget isn't easy, but she notices Small Fry's signal. There's no time to take anything apart. Without another word, she fires a couple missiles at the facility's front entrance, blowing it wide open! She rockets into the building, following the red light at a breakneck pace.
Feb 9, 2025 12:35 am
OOC:
The droids will be Allied Defense Droids (1). Rocketeer will control them.Speaking of conflicts...another one incoming?!
Feb 9, 2025 12:45 am
Ragnar crushes some of the still-squirming droids for good measure, then flies behind Rocketeer.
"Tiny heroine, can you hear me?! Are you unharmed? We smote some robots outside and now----"
"Tiny heroine, can you hear me?! Are you unharmed? We smote some robots outside and now----"
Feb 9, 2025 12:56 am
Your prowess hasn't gone unnoticed! Again, the intercoms blare out, interrupting Ragnar:
**THREAT LEVEL: SEVERE!! INITIATE PROTOCOL: NO HOLDS BARRED**
A rumbling shakes the building, and can even be felt outside, at the droid battleground. Something is coming up from below...you hear metal clanging, concrete and wood crumbling, energy surging.
The door to one of the stairwells is blown apart, along with nearby sections of wall! Out steps a hulking defense unit; it's like a roided-up version of Rocketeer, combined with Ragnar's storm-powers. It stomps forward impassively, uttering no warnings, determined in its lethal mission.
Spotting Rocketeer and Ragnar (and possibly Small Fry and Shield Maiden, if they're nearby), it levels its gun at them. The other defense droids that were patrolling the first floor also join the attack!
Stats:
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 (5)
Defense Droids - Group A (2)
To save time, I'm keeping the same initiative as the first battle. I'll also roll for Allied Defense Droids.
Small Fry, if you're fighting, roll initiative!
Shield Maiden can post that they followed the others inside, and act on round one as they normally would.
**THREAT LEVEL: SEVERE!! INITIATE PROTOCOL: NO HOLDS BARRED**
A rumbling shakes the building, and can even be felt outside, at the droid battleground. Something is coming up from below...you hear metal clanging, concrete and wood crumbling, energy surging.
The door to one of the stairwells is blown apart, along with nearby sections of wall! Out steps a hulking defense unit; it's like a roided-up version of Rocketeer, combined with Ragnar's storm-powers. It stomps forward impassively, uttering no warnings, determined in its lethal mission.
Spotting Rocketeer and Ragnar (and possibly Small Fry and Shield Maiden, if they're nearby), it levels its gun at them. The other defense droids that were patrolling the first floor also join the attack!
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Stats:
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 (5)
Defense Droids - Group A (2)
To save time, I'm keeping the same initiative as the first battle. I'll also roll for Allied Defense Droids.
Small Fry, if you're fighting, roll initiative!
Shield Maiden can post that they followed the others inside, and act on round one as they normally would.
Rolls
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 - (d20)
(13) = 13
Defense Droids - Group A - (d20)
(13) = 13
Allied Defense Droids - (d20)
(16) = 16
Feb 9, 2025 1:01 am
Round One
20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3)
16: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 –
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Rocketeer, you're once again at the tip of the spear!
EDIT: Actually, wait for Small Fry, if they choose to fight. Who knows? They might roll a 20 and you'll have to decide who goes first!
20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3)
16: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 –
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Rocketeer, you're once again at the tip of the spear!
EDIT: Actually, wait for Small Fry, if they choose to fight. Who knows? They might roll a 20 and you'll have to decide who goes first!
Feb 9, 2025 1:19 am
OOC:
Small Fry will fight!!!…eventually?
Last edited February 9, 2025 1:33 am
Rolls
Init (to win it) - (d20)
(3) = 3
Feb 9, 2025 3:12 am
"Ohhh. I'm liking where this is going." The visible portion of her face is split by a grin. This just keeps getting more interesting! "Think this is the essence you felt, Rag?"
When she scans the big bot for vulnerabilities, the joints leap out to her within her vision, highlighted in red. She decides to go for the right arm's elbow joint. Getting it to drop its gun would only help matters.
Blasting her jets, she shoots forth and slips between the defense unit's legs to get behind it. She kicks off of a wall to reverse her direction, sending herself right at the back of the elbow. As she tries to punch it, three rockets slot out of her gauntlet to give her extra propulsion and striking power!
When she scans the big bot for vulnerabilities, the joints leap out to her within her vision, highlighted in red. She decides to go for the right arm's elbow joint. Getting it to drop its gun would only help matters.
Blasting her jets, she shoots forth and slips between the defense unit's legs to get behind it. She kicks off of a wall to reverse her direction, sending herself right at the back of the elbow. As she tries to punch it, three rockets slot out of her gauntlet to give her extra propulsion and striking power!
OOC:
Pumping High-Flying Daredevil by 2.Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil - (6d6)
(551343) = 21
Feb 9, 2025 9:13 pm
The defense unit's scans are equal to Rocketeer's own; it tracks her explosive movements, pivoting to counter whatever attack she's planned.
But then her rocket-powered gauntlet surges forward! This was either an unknown variable, or one incorrectly calculated. Rocketeer's fist crashes through the machine's elbow joint, making a satisfying (to her, anyway) CRZZAK-BOOM noise!
The unit's right forearm and hand clank to the floor, along with its menacing gun!
But then her rocket-powered gauntlet surges forward! This was either an unknown variable, or one incorrectly calculated. Rocketeer's fist crashes through the machine's elbow joint, making a satisfying (to her, anyway) CRZZAK-BOOM noise!
The unit's right forearm and hand clank to the floor, along with its menacing gun!
OOC:
Pumping by 1.Rolls
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 - (6d6)
(423335) = 20
Feb 9, 2025 9:25 pm
Round One
20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +2 pump for this round
16: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 – down to (4), +1 pump for this round
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Your Allied Droids (1) are up, and Rocketeer controls them. Have at it!
20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +2 pump for this round
16: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 – down to (4), +1 pump for this round
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Your Allied Droids (1) are up, and Rocketeer controls them. Have at it!
Allied Droids
Feb 9, 2025 11:28 pm
Allied Droids
With me! Rocketeer's mental command races through their circuitry. They hover forth to join her side!
OOC:
The droids are forming a team with Rocketeer. She acts as the team leader.Feb 9, 2025 11:41 pm
OOC:
Oh-ho! Getting tricky!Since you're now fighting as one unit, and you've already taken your turn this round, I don't think you get the droids' turn also. You'll be combined together at your 20 initiative.
Is that also your understanding of the rules?
Feb 10, 2025 12:02 am
Round One
Team - 20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +2 pump for this round
Team - 20: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 – down to (4), +1 pump for this round
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Will post Lightning Strike's attack shortly.
Remember: the droids only have 1 dice! If you assign damage to them, it'll be reduced to zero, and you'll both be defeated, since you're teamed.
Team - 20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +2 pump for this round
Team - 20: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 – down to (4), +1 pump for this round
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2)
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2)
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Will post Lightning Strike's attack shortly.
Remember: the droids only have 1 dice! If you assign damage to them, it'll be reduced to zero, and you'll both be defeated, since you're teamed.
Feb 10, 2025 1:25 am
Down an arm, but with its programming still driving it forward, Lightning Strike lunges at Ragnar and grabs him by the neck!
You all see blue tendrils of energy flowing from the so-called demi-god to the robot, as Ragnar claws at his throat. It's trying to absorb the storm-caller's powers!
You all see blue tendrils of energy flowing from the so-called demi-god to the robot, as Ragnar claws at his throat. It's trying to absorb the storm-caller's powers!
Rolls
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 - (5d6)
(61622) = 17
Feb 10, 2025 1:27 am
"Unhand...me...you...mechanical...monstrosity!"
His veins bulging, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull, Ragnar slowly pulls the hand away from his neck...then with a snarl, he bites into the robot's wrist joint!
Chomping down like he's at an eating contest, he rips apart wires, nuts and bolts, and hydraulic fluid lines. In a few moments, the robot's hand falls to the ground, still twitching!
Wiping all the fluids and metal shards from his mouth, Ragnar grins and points Lightningfang at the unit's chest.
"Not bad for an appetizer! Maybe I'll see how the rest of you tastes! All that energy flowing within you would make a fine meal for a demi-god of the storm!"
His veins bulging, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull, Ragnar slowly pulls the hand away from his neck...then with a snarl, he bites into the robot's wrist joint!
Chomping down like he's at an eating contest, he rips apart wires, nuts and bolts, and hydraulic fluid lines. In a few moments, the robot's hand falls to the ground, still twitching!
Wiping all the fluids and metal shards from his mouth, Ragnar grins and points Lightningfang at the unit's chest.
"Not bad for an appetizer! Maybe I'll see how the rest of you tastes! All that energy flowing within you would make a fine meal for a demi-god of the storm!"
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (6d6)
(641355) = 24
Feb 10, 2025 1:43 am
The remaining enemy defense droids zip towards Small Fry! They recognize her from earlier, and their programming has come up with a solution to counter her slipperiness: explosive suicide!
Most of the droids surround her and initiate a countdown to their own destruction, while a handful hang back in case she once again slips away.
Most of the droids surround her and initiate a countdown to their own destruction, while a handful hang back in case she once again slips away.
OOC:
Going for broke! +2 pump! Small Fry, defend yourself!Rolls
Defense Droids - Group A - (4d6)
(1531) = 10
Feb 10, 2025 1:45 am
Round One
Team - 20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +2 pump for this round
Team - 20: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 – down to (3), +1 pump for this round
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2), +2 pump for this round, will be destroyed start of round two
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god +1 pump for this round
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Team - 20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +2 pump for this round
Team - 20: Allied Defense Droids –
13: Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 – down to (3), +1 pump for this round
13: Defense Droids - Group A – down to (2), +2 pump for this round, will be destroyed start of round two
11: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
11: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god +1 pump for this round
3: Small Fry 😭 –
Feb 10, 2025 2:02 am
Small Fry shrinks outta sight so she’ll be subatomic—virtually untouchable to the material world. Of course the catch is she’s gotta grow back at the right time…
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)
(2466) = 18
Feb 10, 2025 2:09 am
The droids' explosions rock the immediate area, sending shrapnel and flames in all directions!
But did their gambit work? The remaining droids scan as desperately as emotionless robots can, but the shrapnel has critically damaged them. While still hovering and targeting, and technically still in the fight, they won't be active for much longer....
Shield Maiden's turn!
But did their gambit work? The remaining droids scan as desperately as emotionless robots can, but the shrapnel has critically damaged them. While still hovering and targeting, and technically still in the fight, they won't be active for much longer....
OOC:
They lose 1 dice, not that it matters. They'll be kaput soon enough!Shield Maiden's turn!
Feb 10, 2025 11:03 am
The Shield Maiden's shield flies back to her hand, and she leaps forward to smash the lightning strike unit!
Last edited February 10, 2025 10:01 pm
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(5433) = 15
Feb 10, 2025 9:19 pm
OOC:
Are you sure you want to attack the droids? I literally pumped them to death in a desperate attempt to damage Small Fry, so they'll be removed from combat at the start of next round. And they've already acted this round, so they're no threat.Up to you!
Feb 10, 2025 9:29 pm
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Ah, I see. Is there anything else I should be doing with my turn then? Or just wait for them to explode?Feb 10, 2025 9:48 pm
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You can attack the Lightning Strike unit, which is still alive and kicking...and your only remaining foe, once those droids die. See the above init/cliche summary for the stats.Or you can do nothing, I guess. Maybe pet Hilde, since you're so confident you can win this fight? 😎
Feb 10, 2025 10:01 pm
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Ha, okay, I’ll attack the lightning strike unit. I guess I thought it was the same as the bots. Editing my previous post.Feb 10, 2025 10:05 pm
The blow is worthy of a valkyrie! Definitely something to brag about back at the mead hall. (Or wherever valkyrie's relax....)
The unit skips across the floor like a pebble tossed across a pond-surface, eventually ramming into a wall! Ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights crash down around it.
The unit skips across the floor like a pebble tossed across a pond-surface, eventually ramming into a wall! Ceiling tiles and fluorescent lights crash down around it.
Rolls
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 - (4d6)
(5153) = 14
Feb 10, 2025 10:17 pm
"What now, you soulless piece of scrap? Getting tossed from pillar to post like a pathetic weakling...if your maker is watching this, it must be humiliating! I hope to meet them soon, and send some lightning right up their arse!"
He swings Lightningfang in an arc, hoping to decapitate the robot!
He swings Lightningfang in an arc, hoping to decapitate the robot!
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (6d6)
(332662) = 22
Feb 10, 2025 10:18 pm
Success! Lightning Strike's head bounces down the hallway, coming to rest by a potted plant.
But the unit isn't disabled yet. It struggles awkwardly to its feet and wobbles towards you. Apparently there are backup systems in place in case it loses its head!
But the unit isn't disabled yet. It struggles awkwardly to its feet and wobbles towards you. Apparently there are backup systems in place in case it loses its head!
OOC:
Small Fry is up! The robot has 2 dice this round, but only 1 "real" dice left, so this will likely be the finishing blow!Rolls
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 - (3d6)
(236) = 11
Feb 10, 2025 10:30 pm
Small Fry could not have handled this thing alone. But now that everyone else softened it up, she considers a move she would never want to use on a living opponent. But a machine…
"Maybe I can get into this machine’s head, figuratively speaking."
She races at the robot—becoming a spark! Where she goes, exactly, who can say?
But the machine can sense her inside it, can’t it? She grows like a tumor in the back-up system equivalent of its head—
"You work for me now, or my friends blow you to bits. Understand?"
"Maybe I can get into this machine’s head, figuratively speaking."
She races at the robot—becoming a spark! Where she goes, exactly, who can say?
But the machine can sense her inside it, can’t it? She grows like a tumor in the back-up system equivalent of its head—
"You work for me now, or my friends blow you to bits. Understand?"
OOC:
The head rolled off, so check that. SF enters the back-up system.Last edited February 10, 2025 10:34 pm
Rolls
⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - get in the machine’s head, literally - (4d6)
(5421) = 12
Feb 10, 2025 10:33 pm
All the scattered pieces of Lightning Strike grind to a halt. It took too much damage, and is unable to overcome this strange being within it.
The remaining droids, damaged by their comrades' suicidal shrapnel, fall to the floor and blink out into machine oblivion.
And so the battle is won! But not without cost, as some of you had to exert yourselves....
But you don't hear or see any other enemies at the moment. Seems you have time to collect your thoughts and plan your next move....
Summary of Cliches
Team - 20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
Team - 20: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
Small Fry –
Both your enemies had pumps which nuked their last dice at the start of round two. And Small Fry smacked 'im for good measure. Winners are you!
As usual, the victors decide what to do with the defeated.
The remaining droids, damaged by their comrades' suicidal shrapnel, fall to the floor and blink out into machine oblivion.
And so the battle is won! But not without cost, as some of you had to exert yourselves....
But you don't hear or see any other enemies at the moment. Seems you have time to collect your thoughts and plan your next move....
Summary of Cliches
Team - 20: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
Team - 20: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
Small Fry –
Both your enemies had pumps which nuked their last dice at the start of round two. And Small Fry smacked 'im for good measure. Winners are you!
As usual, the victors decide what to do with the defeated.
Rolls
Lightning Strike Defense Unit, Version 3.0 - (2d6)
(36) = 9
Feb 10, 2025 11:20 pm
Small Fry partially emerges from the neck hole of the machine. She is the size of a candleflame, and she practically passes for one. "Heyyyy, you got my signal! Thanks for the rescue!"
She then says to the machine,
"Are there other security droids?" If yes, she follows with, "Are you able to communicate with them?" and "Do any machines have authority over you?"
She then says to the machine,
"Are there other security droids?" If yes, she follows with, "Are you able to communicate with them?" and "Do any machines have authority over you?"
OOC:
There’s more, but what I would have SF propose depends on the answers to her questions.Feb 10, 2025 11:37 pm
"Don't mention it, tiny. We big fries need to look after you, don't we?" Rocketeer grins. She stands back for now and lets Small Fry do her thing, but she does have an idea of her own. "If it's not useful to us, I could take whatever's powering it. You saw how it almost quite literally stole Ragnar's thunder." She elbows the mentioned demi-god playfully.
Through her technopathy, she passively tracks the movement of the staff via the facility's sensors. Now that she has the hang of it, she can keep track of the person-blobs fairly well. She also keeps a close watch on the strange energy flux in basement level two, if it's still there (and wasn't just Lightning Strike).
Through her technopathy, she passively tracks the movement of the staff via the facility's sensors. Now that she has the hang of it, she can keep track of the person-blobs fairly well. She also keeps a close watch on the strange energy flux in basement level two, if it's still there (and wasn't just Lightning Strike).
OOC:
edit: Added roll if needed. I had presumed she was still in the systems from earlierLast edited February 11, 2025 12:26 am
Rolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (2d6)
(45) = 9
Feb 10, 2025 11:47 pm
A long pause. Lightning Strike is still trying to resist you, but with you "tumoring" its systems, it's futile.
Finally it walks over and picks up its head. Cradling it under its arm, a metallic squawk comes out of the head's voice-system. The voice seems to be a design afterthought; maybe it's creator wanted it to be a silent, intimidating robo-killer?
"I do not...brzzark...believe so. Protocol 'No Holds Barred' should have sent every robotic defender towards the threat. But my creator is cunning, and...01010111...one moment...rerouting subroutine...as I was saying, I am not aware of all the plans he's developed."
"I'm unsure how to answer this. You have authority over me now, correct?"
"Previously? Again, unsure how to...schvork...answer. I exist...to defend. Hierarchy and authority was up to my creator to determine."
Finally it walks over and picks up its head. Cradling it under its arm, a metallic squawk comes out of the head's voice-system. The voice seems to be a design afterthought; maybe it's creator wanted it to be a silent, intimidating robo-killer?
Quote:
"Are there other security droids?"Quote:
"Do any machines have authority over you?""Previously? Again, unsure how to...schvork...answer. I exist...to defend. Hierarchy and authority was up to my creator to determine."
Feb 11, 2025 2:43 am
"Correct," Small Fry says in response to having authority over the broken robot.
She says to Rocketeer, "Oh, I think our decapitated friend is useful, alright!"
Back to the robot, "Is your creator here in this facility? What can y—" Authority, nitwit! Small Fry restates her question as a command: "Tell me about your creator, please."—oh, shit, I said please.
It’s the upbringing…
She says to Rocketeer, "Oh, I think our decapitated friend is useful, alright!"
Back to the robot, "Is your creator here in this facility? What can y—" Authority, nitwit! Small Fry restates her question as a command: "Tell me about your creator, please."—oh, shit, I said please.
It’s the upbringing…
Feb 11, 2025 10:05 pm
Rocketeer's dive into the facility's system doesn't reveal much new info. The people-blobs are still congregating on basement one, while the erratic energy readings are still flowing through basement two.
Studying the layout closer, she sees that the stairwells/elevators don't go directly to basement two. You'll have to descend to basement one, then move down a hallway to another stairwell (and through the people-blobs), which will take you to basement two.
Again, the robot resists. Again, it yields.
"My creator is Dr. Elias Raines, an extraordinary scientist. He focuses on meteorology and atmospheric studies, though he's competent in many other fields. He is at basement level two."
"He has...crzzz...developed a device called WeatherCore. When fully powered, it will control weather on a large scale. Dr. Raines has many plans for this device...plans that will likely change the world, and grant him power and prestige."
Hearing this, Ragnar steps forward....
Studying the layout closer, she sees that the stairwells/elevators don't go directly to basement two. You'll have to descend to basement one, then move down a hallway to another stairwell (and through the people-blobs), which will take you to basement two.
Again, the robot resists. Again, it yields.
"My creator is Dr. Elias Raines, an extraordinary scientist. He focuses on meteorology and atmospheric studies, though he's competent in many other fields. He is at basement level two."
"He has...crzzz...developed a device called WeatherCore. When fully powered, it will control weather on a large scale. Dr. Raines has many plans for this device...plans that will likely change the world, and grant him power and prestige."
Hearing this, Ragnar steps forward....
Feb 11, 2025 10:07 pm
"When fully powered, you say? What does that mean? Because I can feel...certain forces below us...."
Feb 11, 2025 10:10 pm
"Dr. Raines lured a woman named Meghana Windstrider here, then detained her. She wields Maelstrom, one of the Celestial Weapons, and is a powerful weather-based demi-goddess."
"As we speak, she is being...01010111...again, one moment...drained of her powers, and that power is being delivered to WeatherCore. Once the transfer is complete, WeatherCore will be----"
"As we speak, she is being...01010111...again, one moment...drained of her powers, and that power is being delivered to WeatherCore. Once the transfer is complete, WeatherCore will be----"
Feb 11, 2025 10:14 pm
"WHAT?!?!?"
With a ferocious swipe of Lightningfang, Ragnar slices the robot in two, right down the middle...barely missing Small Fry! The two halves fall to the debris-littered floor. Lightning Strike beeps and squawks...it's still operating, but barely.
"You can fiddle with this metallic lackey if you want, but my task is clear: save Meghana, destroy this WeatherCore, and slaughter Raines!"
He flies down the damaged stairwell to basement one, lightning flying everywhere, and random gusts of wind sending debris this way and that!
With a ferocious swipe of Lightningfang, Ragnar slices the robot in two, right down the middle...barely missing Small Fry! The two halves fall to the debris-littered floor. Lightning Strike beeps and squawks...it's still operating, but barely.
"You can fiddle with this metallic lackey if you want, but my task is clear: save Meghana, destroy this WeatherCore, and slaughter Raines!"
He flies down the damaged stairwell to basement one, lightning flying everywhere, and random gusts of wind sending debris this way and that!
Feb 12, 2025 2:22 am
Small Fry watches the demigod take off to save his ex. Maybe soon-to-be ex-ex?
She flies out of her robominion. "Thank you for the information. It was helpful. I have one final order for you, which is do no harm."
With that, Small Fry follows after Ragnar—though she’s not is such a hurry that she’ll race ahead of Shield Maiden. This is Valkyrie business after all. Plus, she has a shield…
She flies out of her robominion. "Thank you for the information. It was helpful. I have one final order for you, which is do no harm."
With that, Small Fry follows after Ragnar—though she’s not is such a hurry that she’ll race ahead of Shield Maiden. This is Valkyrie business after all. Plus, she has a shield…
Feb 12, 2025 10:21 am
"We know what must be done. Follow Ragnar, friends. To battle!" the Shield Maiden declares as her winged sandals flutter and she flies down after Ragnar. Hilde hops down the stairwell.
Feb 12, 2025 12:48 pm
"I'll be right behind you!" Rocketeer calls after the others. She takes a moment to attempt to salvage whatever core or power cell Lightning Strike was using. It sounds like they need to hurry and put a stop to this, but there's always time for science!
Whether she succeeds or not, she hurries after the others, diving down the damaged stairwell and using her jets to cushion her fall at the bottom. Her cadre of droids are right behind her.
Whether she succeeds or not, she hurries after the others, diving down the damaged stairwell and using her jets to cushion her fall at the bottom. Her cadre of droids are right behind her.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (3d6)
(261) = 9
Feb 12, 2025 9:03 pm
The robot has been beaten all to hell, and now looks quite pitiful...but maybe there's something of use in its shattered body?
Ripping through the unit quickly, Rocketeer finds the power core: a glowing blue ball, about the size of a baseball, partially surrounded by an intricate protective shell. At full power, the core's brightness would burn the eyes, but now it's barely as bright as a night-light.
Disconnecting the various cables and lines running to and from the core, Rocketeer takes it, and then follows after the others.
Without its power, Lightning Strike powers down. As it fades, Rocketeer will hear a metallic laugh and a whisper as she flies away: "You're doomed."
This is a Mostly Depleted Power Core (1).
You can either keep it for future use, or absorb its remaining power, and restore a cliche.
You can absorb it into your armor, and restore 1 dice for Mad Rocket Scientist...or give it to Ragnar and let him restore 1 dice for his Demi-god cliche.
Small Fry is at full power, so doesn't need it. Shield Maiden is missing Mild-Mannered Alter Ego, but that's not a cliche that fits for absorbing this energy.
Ripping through the unit quickly, Rocketeer finds the power core: a glowing blue ball, about the size of a baseball, partially surrounded by an intricate protective shell. At full power, the core's brightness would burn the eyes, but now it's barely as bright as a night-light.
Disconnecting the various cables and lines running to and from the core, Rocketeer takes it, and then follows after the others.
Without its power, Lightning Strike powers down. As it fades, Rocketeer will hear a metallic laugh and a whisper as she flies away: "You're doomed."
This is a Mostly Depleted Power Core (1).
You can either keep it for future use, or absorb its remaining power, and restore a cliche.
You can absorb it into your armor, and restore 1 dice for Mad Rocket Scientist...or give it to Ragnar and let him restore 1 dice for his Demi-god cliche.
Small Fry is at full power, so doesn't need it. Shield Maiden is missing Mild-Mannered Alter Ego, but that's not a cliche that fits for absorbing this energy.
Feb 12, 2025 9:06 pm
As you all descend to basement level one, you hear Ragnar bellowing, and see lightning cascading down the hallway.
"Out of my way, cretins! Or I'll drown this corridor in blood!"
"Out of my way, cretins! Or I'll drown this corridor in blood!"
Feb 12, 2025 9:21 pm
The furious demi-god is yelling at the facility's personnel, which have all congregated at basement one, as noticed by Rocketeer's hacking. As you all catch up to Ragnar, you see why they've done so: to defend the final stairwell and elevators to basement level two.
You can see these down the wide hallway, but between them are at least 20 people, all armed; there must be an armory somewhere on this level.
Some have standard weapons like shotguns and pistols; others have advanced tech, like energy swords. Still others have tech so exotic it's difficult to determine its function.
They crowd the corridor, or peer out from four different rooms...but aren't immediately attacking. There are, actually, two different groups, each with different ideas on how to handle this, now that it's come to "fish or cut bait" time.
1.) Timid Group of Underlings (3)
2.) Gung-ho Group of Underlings (3)
Timid: "Hold up there, Ragnar! Yes, we know who you are! Let's all take deep breaths and----"
Gung-ho: "Cowards! Traitors! Blast 'em all, dammit! Raines is almost done!"
Timid: "Fuck Raines! These intruders tore through our defenses with ease! I ain't dying for that psycho!"
Gung-ho: "Fuck Raines?! Imbecile! Why did you join up with him, if you thought he was a lunatic?!"
This back-and-forth continues. Having no patience for this nonsense, Ragnar raises his sword, likely preparing to slaughter everyone....
You can see these down the wide hallway, but between them are at least 20 people, all armed; there must be an armory somewhere on this level.
Some have standard weapons like shotguns and pistols; others have advanced tech, like energy swords. Still others have tech so exotic it's difficult to determine its function.
They crowd the corridor, or peer out from four different rooms...but aren't immediately attacking. There are, actually, two different groups, each with different ideas on how to handle this, now that it's come to "fish or cut bait" time.
1.) Timid Group of Underlings (3)
2.) Gung-ho Group of Underlings (3)
Timid: "Hold up there, Ragnar! Yes, we know who you are! Let's all take deep breaths and----"
Gung-ho: "Cowards! Traitors! Blast 'em all, dammit! Raines is almost done!"
Timid: "Fuck Raines! These intruders tore through our defenses with ease! I ain't dying for that psycho!"
Gung-ho: "Fuck Raines?! Imbecile! Why did you join up with him, if you thought he was a lunatic?!"
This back-and-forth continues. Having no patience for this nonsense, Ragnar raises his sword, likely preparing to slaughter everyone....
Feb 12, 2025 9:33 pm
Small Fry says to both groups, "I am personally opposed to killing anyone." Pointing to Ragnar, she adds, "But he’s not.
"And with your boss draining the power from his Valkyrie girlfriend, the only thing I can do to prevent you all from becoming red mist is to ask that you step aside."
"And with your boss draining the power from his Valkyrie girlfriend, the only thing I can do to prevent you all from becoming red mist is to ask that you step aside."
Rolls
Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(655) = 16
Feb 12, 2025 10:18 pm
OOC:
This will be a single-action conflict (specifically, an argument) between Small Fry and the Gung-hos. Let's see what happens!Feb 12, 2025 10:25 pm
OOC:
Oof!Even from a distance, you can see the sweat glistening on their foreheads, and see their hands shaking.
Gung-ho: "Well...shit. We...uh...don't wanna fight. Let us go? We'll call the authorities, while you all deal with Raines!"
Timid: "Wait a second...that was a quick reversal...."
Gung-ho: "Red mist?! Red fuckin' mist?! C'mon! Ya'll were right, OK? Don't be sore winners!"
The timid group glowers at the gung-hos for a moment, then nods.
Timid: "We'll make sure they don't backstab you, and we'll watch this level in case Raines has any more tricks. Go!"
All the underlings part (some sheepishly, some with comic enthusiasm), allowing you to move down the corridor and finally reach basement level two.
1.) Timid Group of Underlings (3)
2.) Gung-ho Group of Underlings (1)
Rolls
Gung-ho Group of Underlings, +1 pump - (4d6)
(6111) = 9
Feb 12, 2025 11:24 pm
Small Fry says to Ragnar, "They’re not your enemy. They just work for him.
"Let’s go save Meghana!"
"Let’s go save Meghana!"
Feb 12, 2025 11:28 pm
Rocketeer holds onto the power core for now. She'd rather study it later at her leisure, but if the situation gets dire, she may have no choice but to use it.
"We appreciate the assist. Maybe we'll see about getting you reduced jail time," she says to the timid underlings. As far as she could tell, they were only turning out of fear for their lives, but good deeds should be awarded, even with self-serving intentions behind them. "Unless the building's about to come down or explode or whatnot, none of you are to leave. I'll know if you do."
"Come on, Rag. Just stay calm. They're not worth it. Save that enthusiasm for Raines." You'll probably need it. Rocketeer blasts down the corridor and heads down to basement level two.
"We appreciate the assist. Maybe we'll see about getting you reduced jail time," she says to the timid underlings. As far as she could tell, they were only turning out of fear for their lives, but good deeds should be awarded, even with self-serving intentions behind them. "Unless the building's about to come down or explode or whatnot, none of you are to leave. I'll know if you do."
"Come on, Rag. Just stay calm. They're not worth it. Save that enthusiasm for Raines." You'll probably need it. Rocketeer blasts down the corridor and heads down to basement level two.
Feb 13, 2025 8:14 pm
You've finally made it to basement level two. Rather than hallways and multiple rooms, it appears to be just one large room, about 100 feet square. It's jam-packed with scientific equipment, monitors, control panels, thick cables running to and fro. Even the ceiling is cluttered with stuff.
Towards the middle of the room, you see something that looks like a high-tech sarcophagus. Glass panels show a female form inside. This is clearly the containment chamber Meghana is trapped in, as WeatherCore leeches her power.
Following the cables running from the chamber, you see them end at a device that's obviously WeatherCore. It rises up from the floor, powering a white-blue ball of energy. All of you can feel the immense energy pulsing off of it. You also feel constant weather change as you move through the room: one second it's -20F, another second it's 70F.
In a corner sits a muscular man in some sort of cape-and-suit scientific uniform. His feet are propped up on a control panel, and a bottle of red wine sits open by his side. He grins at you wolfishly, and downs some of the wine from the glass he's holding.
Towards the middle of the room, you see something that looks like a high-tech sarcophagus. Glass panels show a female form inside. This is clearly the containment chamber Meghana is trapped in, as WeatherCore leeches her power.
Following the cables running from the chamber, you see them end at a device that's obviously WeatherCore. It rises up from the floor, powering a white-blue ball of energy. All of you can feel the immense energy pulsing off of it. You also feel constant weather change as you move through the room: one second it's -20F, another second it's 70F.
[ +- ] WeatherCore
[ +- ] Dr. Elias Raines
Feb 13, 2025 8:21 pm
When he speaks, it's the voice of a narcissistic demagogue. You can imagine him leading the small-minded to some terrible end, and then shrugging at the result. It's no wonder he was able to amass a decent-sized group of underlings.
"Welcome, welcome! You're right on time! My defenses slowed you down just enough. Now WeatherCore is almost fully charged, and you can help take it for a test drive!"
He eyes Ragnar covetously.
"Well, fully charged as currently constructed. With another Celestial Weapon in my grasp, I'll have to redesign the specs. No big deal, though. Science must always march forward!"
"Welcome, welcome! You're right on time! My defenses slowed you down just enough. Now WeatherCore is almost fully charged, and you can help take it for a test drive!"
He eyes Ragnar covetously.
"Well, fully charged as currently constructed. With another Celestial Weapon in my grasp, I'll have to redesign the specs. No big deal, though. Science must always march forward!"
Feb 13, 2025 8:25 pm
Ragnar turns beet-red, and energy shoots off him, scorching various pieces of equipment.
"Lightningfang within your grasp?! The stress of your labors must've made you delusional! Your doom is near, madman!"
He stomps forward, waving his sword.
"Shut down this madness NOW, and I'll kill you swiftly. Refuse, and suffer pain unimaginable."
"Lightningfang within your grasp?! The stress of your labors must've made you delusional! Your doom is near, madman!"
He stomps forward, waving his sword.
"Shut down this madness NOW, and I'll kill you swiftly. Refuse, and suffer pain unimaginable."
Feb 13, 2025 8:32 pm
Raines lets out a laugh that's somehow both charming and cruel.
"Shut down my genius device, when I'm at the moment of success? I think not! I'm not scared of you, you drunken oaf...nor am I scared of this ragtag band of nobodies you've dragged into this conflict."
He takes one last swig of wine, then sets the glass down. He quickly taps some keys on the control panel; you can now feel an even more intense wave of energy washing over you.
Raines then stands and presses a button on his belt. Four identical images of him appear! He capers about a bit, and the images move also, until you're unable to distinguish which is the real Raines.
"Cry havoc!"
The battle begins!
"Shut down my genius device, when I'm at the moment of success? I think not! I'm not scared of you, you drunken oaf...nor am I scared of this ragtag band of nobodies you've dragged into this conflict."
He takes one last swig of wine, then sets the glass down. He quickly taps some keys on the control panel; you can now feel an even more intense wave of energy washing over you.
Raines then stands and presses a button on his belt. Four identical images of him appear! He capers about a bit, and the images move also, until you're unable to distinguish which is the real Raines.
"Cry havoc!"
The battle begins!
OOC:
Battle notes incoming....Feb 13, 2025 8:44 pm
Your opponents:
Dr. Elias Raines
Megalomaniacal Scientist (4)
Aspiring Oligarch (3)
Aspiring Oligarch is an inappropriate cliche for this fight. Beware!
Raines also has Holographic Duplicates, making it difficult for you to land attacks. Anyone who attacks him with a physical/combat-related cliche suffers a -5 penalty to their roll!
WeatherCore (7)
7 dice?! Goodness!
However, you have another option besides attacking it!
You can use a turn to interact with the control panels/containment chamber/cables/equipment/etc. in an attempt to redirect, weaken, or disable WeatherCore. This will be a target number roll, sliding difficulty based on cliche used, like we've discussed.
A good roll will generate a positive result, a bad roll a negative. You don't lose dice or gain dice either way; your action only affects the state of WeatherCore.
Raines may also use his turn to interact with WeatherCore!
Now roll those d20s! Unless you're gonna be a wimp and run away or something....
Dr. Elias Raines
Megalomaniacal Scientist (4)
Aspiring Oligarch (3)
Aspiring Oligarch is an inappropriate cliche for this fight. Beware!
Raines also has Holographic Duplicates, making it difficult for you to land attacks. Anyone who attacks him with a physical/combat-related cliche suffers a -5 penalty to their roll!
WeatherCore (7)
7 dice?! Goodness!
However, you have another option besides attacking it!
You can use a turn to interact with the control panels/containment chamber/cables/equipment/etc. in an attempt to redirect, weaken, or disable WeatherCore. This will be a target number roll, sliding difficulty based on cliche used, like we've discussed.
A good roll will generate a positive result, a bad roll a negative. You don't lose dice or gain dice either way; your action only affects the state of WeatherCore.
Raines may also use his turn to interact with WeatherCore!
Now roll those d20s! Unless you're gonna be a wimp and run away or something....
Rolls
Ragnar initiative - (d20)
(7) = 7
Raines initiative - (d20)
(12) = 12
WeatherCore initiative - (d20)
(16) = 16
Feb 13, 2025 9:12 pm
Round One
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore –
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines –
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore –
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines –
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
Feb 14, 2025 11:32 am
"Let's disable the machine!" the Shield Maiden shouts. She flies over to it and channels lightning through her shield, trying to fry its circuits and weaken it!
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(2665) = 19
Feb 14, 2025 10:02 pm
Shield Maiden's attack is incredibly effective! Various graphs shown on the monitors indicate that WeatherCore's energy readings are even more chaotic, as it tries to compensate for the powerful lightning.
It's still an active threat, but hobbled a bit...for now....
WeatherCore loses 1 dice, and has a -5 penalty to all rolls for the rest of the round.
If Elias interacts with it successfully this round, he could neutralize these effects.
It's still an active threat, but hobbled a bit...for now....
WeatherCore loses 1 dice, and has a -5 penalty to all rolls for the rest of the round.
If Elias interacts with it successfully this round, he could neutralize these effects.
Feb 14, 2025 10:09 pm
WeatherCore's targeting system isn't at optimal efficiency, but it's still able to lock on to Rocketeer. A literal blizzard forms in the room, centered on the rocket-loving scientist. Strong winds and ice shards buffet her armor, and the temperature near her drops precipitously.
Her instruments detail the threat in alarming detail:
-20F
...
-100F
...
-200F
Can she escape this insane cold, or combat it with her armor?!
Her instruments detail the threat in alarming detail:
-20F
...
-100F
...
-200F
Can she escape this insane cold, or combat it with her armor?!
OOC:
Rocketeer, defend yourself!Rolls
WeatherCore - (6d6-5)
(242242) - 5 = 11
Feb 15, 2025 1:28 am
The temperature around her's getting dangerously low. If this continues, her armor will sustain damage. Her solution?
Blow up the source, no holds barred!
"Lock and load!" Various missile launchers pop out of various slots on her armor. A volley of napalm missiles fire out, locking onto the WeatherCore. It might be a remarkable piece of tech, morally dubious source of power aside, but it's got to go down! Her droids try to do their best to support her with their weapons.
Blow up the source, no holds barred!
"Lock and load!" Various missile launchers pop out of various slots on her armor. A volley of napalm missiles fire out, locking onto the WeatherCore. It might be a remarkable piece of tech, morally dubious source of power aside, but it's got to go down! Her droids try to do their best to support her with their weapons.
OOC:
Pumping Mad Rocket Scientist by 2Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (5d6)
(55231) = 16
Allied Droids (count only if 6) - (1d6)
(4) = 4
Feb 15, 2025 7:27 pm
The napalm missiles strike the base of WeatherCore, blasting off various components, and then turning a large portion of it into melted goop.
The temperature around Rocketeer rises to a manageable 20F, and the blizzard turns into what would be a peaceful snowstorm, were this not an epic battle.
Round One
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), -5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3) +2 pump this round, High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Small Fry, you're up!
The temperature around Rocketeer rises to a manageable 20F, and the blizzard turns into what would be a peaceful snowstorm, were this not an epic battle.
Round One
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), -5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3) +2 pump this round, High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Small Fry, you're up!
Feb 15, 2025 10:25 pm
Small Fry uses her fairy might——to snatch the grenade from Shieldmaiden’s utility-whatever. Though the grenade is about as big as her entire body, Small Fry carries it with as much ease as Victor would have carrying a very big grenade. She wraps her arms and legs around it and beats her wings so fast they buzz!
"Okay, ya big—where did he—?" Small Fry rotates slightly so the bad guy isn’t obscured by the grenade. "—you brought this on yournnnnngself! I’m not gonna blow you up, just rrrrrnnggh slow you up… down. Whatev-rrruhh!"
She lobs the grenade at Dr. Raines!Small Fry says to her friends! "Kick his butt before he comes to, and maybe we can persuade him to free Meghana!"
[ +- ] 💥 Strong From Her Size
Small Fry needs to shrink for her super strength to kick in. So basically, at half the height of a pencil she can… still lift a pencil.
"Okay, ya big—where did he—?" Small Fry rotates slightly so the bad guy isn’t obscured by the grenade. "—you brought this on yournnnnngself! I’m not gonna blow you up, just rrrrrnnggh slow you up… down. Whatev-rrruhh!"
She lobs the grenade at Dr. Raines!
OOC:
@Eltesla you get a free hit from the stun, AND your attack will target the Doctor’s highest combat die, based on the description in the rewards thread. (So if I understand the item right, I’m taking a die from him now, preventing him from attacking this round, and also, he can’t use his dump stat vs. Ragnar or Rocketeer’s attacks!) Free hits are this round only, so… Last edited February 15, 2025 11:36 pm
Feb 15, 2025 11:25 pm
The antimatter grenade erupts in a brief, blinding flash—not an explosion, per se, but a violent absence, ripping at reality itself.
Raines is yanked off his feet, and a gut-wrenching wave of nausea and vertigo crashes over him, as if his atoms themselves momentarily forgot how to exist. He hits the ground hard, disoriented, gasping, and barely able to process the sheer wrongness of what just happened.
His holographic duplicates glitch and fade slightly, allowing you to clearly determine which is the real Raines.
He tries to scream at you all, but his voice instead comes out as a croak:
"That tech...impossible...buffoons such as you shouldn't have...."
Raines is yanked off his feet, and a gut-wrenching wave of nausea and vertigo crashes over him, as if his atoms themselves momentarily forgot how to exist. He hits the ground hard, disoriented, gasping, and barely able to process the sheer wrongness of what just happened.
His holographic duplicates glitch and fade slightly, allowing you to clearly determine which is the real Raines.
He tries to scream at you all, but his voice instead comes out as a croak:
"That tech...impossible...buffoons such as you shouldn't have...."
OOC:
Correct. Lose one die now, and Ragnar and Rocketeer get free, no-penalty hits if they choose! No need to roll for that; just whack 'im!Feb 15, 2025 11:33 pm
Ragnar's bloodlust is so intense he's practically speaking in tongues. He flies towards Raines, his sword burning with blue-white flames.
"I don't quite understand what you did, little one...but a warrior should never complain when he sees such an opening! Taste hot steel, you pompous psychopath!"
He plunges his sword into Raines's shoulder, slicing straight through meat and bone! The flames also cause some of Raines's clothes to catch fire. Moaning in agony, he tries to remove Lightningfang and pat out the fire with his opposite hand...but only succeeds in burning that hand too!
"I don't quite understand what you did, little one...but a warrior should never complain when he sees such an opening! Taste hot steel, you pompous psychopath!"
He plunges his sword into Raines's shoulder, slicing straight through meat and bone! The flames also cause some of Raines's clothes to catch fire. Moaning in agony, he tries to remove Lightningfang and pat out the fire with his opposite hand...but only succeeds in burning that hand too!
Feb 15, 2025 11:36 pm
Round One
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), -5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3) +2 pump this round, High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Rocketeer, you're up!
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), -5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3) +2 pump this round, High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Rocketeer, you're up!
Feb 16, 2025 12:15 am
Not one to squander an opportunity, Rocketeer flies in immediately after the solid blow Ragnar dealt. "I'll do you one better, tiny!" She snatches Raines by the tie as she rushes by, nearly breaking his neck from the sudden acceleration. She takes him for a loop maneuver that just barely avoids grazing the ceiling, then she dives for the container chamber Meghana is trapped in. She slams Raines directly against the chamber, hopefully shattering the glass panels. But even if the glass holds strong, she'd be satisfied enough with the crack from several of Raines' bones.
Feb 16, 2025 6:39 pm
Raines has taken a beating! Rocketeer's slam cracks, but doesn't break, the glass panels...but possibly breaks something within Raines's lower body, as he's now hobbling. His slashed left shoulder gushes blood, and he's panting heavily. Hardly the brimming-with-confidence despot he was just a few seconds ago.
But he's not giving up! His holographic duplicates come back online, and WeatherCore's targeting system re-calibrates. The battle continues!
Round Two
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5)
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
But he's not giving up! His holographic duplicates come back online, and WeatherCore's targeting system re-calibrates. The battle continues!
Round Two
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5)
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (4)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
Feb 17, 2025 11:22 am
"The weather forecast calls for a 100% chance of a beatdown!" cries the Shield Maiden as she continues to blast the WeatherCore with electric energy to disable it!
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(1536) = 15
Feb 17, 2025 9:23 pm
While impressive, the Maiden's electric blast isn't as powerful as before. WeatherCore's targeting system again goes wonky, but its power levels remain stable.
WeatherCore previously assaulted Rocketeer with cold. Now it assaults Ragnar with heat! Everyone sees shimmering waves of intense, floor-melting heat surround the demi-god. Sweat drips from his brow, and his cape catches on fire!
OOC:
WeatherCore -5 on rolls this round.WeatherCore previously assaulted Rocketeer with cold. Now it assaults Ragnar with heat! Everyone sees shimmering waves of intense, floor-melting heat surround the demi-god. Sweat drips from his brow, and his cape catches on fire!
Rolls
WeatherCore - (5d6-5)
(66436) - 5 = 20
Feb 17, 2025 9:24 pm
Ragnar tries to summon a soothing rainstorm, but it's all for naught! The heat turns the rain to steam before it can cool him.
Gasping for air, he drops to a knee. Sweat is now blinding him, and his clothes are already soaked through.
"I'm not done yet...you...."
His brain is so fried, he can't think up a truly cutting insult.
Gasping for air, he drops to a knee. Sweat is now blinding him, and his clothes are already soaked through.
"I'm not done yet...you...."
His brain is so fried, he can't think up a truly cutting insult.
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (4d6)
(3413) = 11
Feb 17, 2025 9:30 pm
Round Two
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), -5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (3)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Small Fry, you're up!
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), -5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (3)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Small Fry, you're up!
Feb 17, 2025 10:49 pm
Small Fry tries to talk the Doctor down.
She does this by flying right in his face. "Look at me. I’m the one who weakened you, and now I’m the one who will spare you.
"Surrender to me. It’s the best hope for everyone to come out of this alive."
Small Fry is trying to talk the Doctor down. But she is also intentionally making herself the easiest target if he dares to keep fighting…
She does this by flying right in his face. "Look at me. I’m the one who weakened you, and now I’m the one who will spare you.
"Surrender to me. It’s the best hope for everyone to come out of this alive."
Small Fry is trying to talk the Doctor down. But she is also intentionally making herself the easiest target if he dares to keep fighting…
Rolls
Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(454) = 13
Feb 17, 2025 10:55 pm
OOC:
If I understand Small Fry's intent, this is an argument, not actual combat, so inappropriate vs. inappropriate cliches. They cancel each other out, so loser only loses 1 dice, not 3. Raines's -5 doesn't apply, since this isn't physical or combat-related...he can't dodge words, after all.He wipes blood from his mouth, and seems to genuinely consider her offer.
"No. Not yet, fairy. I have too much invested. Though you are..."
Kind? Generous? Forgiving? Really fucking sexy? Who knows? Whatever he was going to say, his world-conquering attitude has diminished.
Rolls
Aspiring Oligarch - (3d6)
(214) = 7
Feb 17, 2025 11:05 pm
Though physically battered, Raines still has some mental juice left. He stumbles around, adjusting dials, pressing buttons, pulling levers, trying to get WeatherCore back to its original ultra-powerful state.
This entire room is his construction, so he has some success, weak as he his! The monitors show that WeatherCore's targeting system is tracking you all like a digital bloodhound. You'll have to be extremely agile and lucky to avoid its attacks now!
This entire room is his construction, so he has some success, weak as he his! The monitors show that WeatherCore's targeting system is tracking you all like a digital bloodhound. You'll have to be extremely agile and lucky to avoid its attacks now!
OOC:
WeatherCore has +5 to rolls for the rest of the round.Rolls
Megalomaniacal Scientist - (1d6)
(6) = 6
Feb 17, 2025 11:13 pm
OOC:
WOW."I aimed too high last time, villain! I think I'll send Lightningfang directly towards your almost-certain-to-be-tiny member! Losing your dick will be quite the indignity, and will entertain me mightily...before I kill you for good!"
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (3d6-5)
(122) - 5 = 0
Feb 17, 2025 11:19 pm
Ragnar's attack would have certainly sliced off a male reproductive organ...if he'd been aiming at the real Raines! Instead he hits a holographic duplicate, accomplishing nothing besides making the image flicker a bit.
The effort, plus his heat exhaustion, causes him to tumble headfirst to the floor!
"Overzealous fool! What did you say about Lightningfang? That I would never acquire it? Another empty boast!"
The images of Raines surround the fallen demi-god...laughing...mocking....
"You're obviously the most powerful of my foes, Ragnar. With you defeated, victory is assured! The Age of Raines is imminent! One where I control both Maelstrom and Lightningfang...where I control weather itself...where entire nations grovel at my feet!"
"Now lie there and watch, as I exterminate the rest of these rodents, and then finish sucking your so-called paramour dry!"
Ragnar tries to rise, but can't. Raines's words have crushed his spirit!
The effort, plus his heat exhaustion, causes him to tumble headfirst to the floor!
"Overzealous fool! What did you say about Lightningfang? That I would never acquire it? Another empty boast!"
The images of Raines surround the fallen demi-god...laughing...mocking....
"You're obviously the most powerful of my foes, Ragnar. With you defeated, victory is assured! The Age of Raines is imminent! One where I control both Maelstrom and Lightningfang...where I control weather itself...where entire nations grovel at my feet!"
"Now lie there and watch, as I exterminate the rest of these rodents, and then finish sucking your so-called paramour dry!"
Ragnar tries to rise, but can't. Raines's words have crushed his spirit!
Rolls
Aspiring Oligarch - (2d6)
(26) = 8
Feb 17, 2025 11:32 pm
Round Two
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), +5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Raines's inappropriate cliche has defeated Ragnar!
Rocketeer, you're up!
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), +5 this round
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Raines's inappropriate cliche has defeated Ragnar!
Rocketeer, you're up!
Feb 18, 2025 12:14 am
"Demi-god down!"
That is not ideal, but Rocketeer prioritizes interfering with the WeatherCore. She focuses her technopathy on the WeatherCore's control panels, mentally diving into the complex mechanisms. Through this, she tries to shut down the flow of power from Meghana to the WeatherCore. Her droids do their best to help out with beams of green light focused on the panels.
That is not ideal, but Rocketeer prioritizes interfering with the WeatherCore. She focuses her technopathy on the WeatherCore's control panels, mentally diving into the complex mechanisms. Through this, she tries to shut down the flow of power from Meghana to the WeatherCore. Her droids do their best to help out with beams of green light focused on the panels.
Rolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (2d6)
(36) = 9
Allied Droids (count only if 6) - (1d6)
(3) = 3
Feb 19, 2025 12:13 am
The droids aren't much help, but Rocketeer's "persuasion" has some success. She's able to reduce the power flow by exactly 54.7%. While this doesn't directly affect WeatherCore's already-stored power, it does have a noticeable effect on the containment unit containing Meghana.
Before, it seemed Meghana was unconscious, or too weak to move. Now you see her stir inside the unit, and her hands weakly slap against the cracked glass panels! The weather also changes slightly around the unit. Given a momentary reprieve, it seems she's summoned enough willpower to resist the power drain!
Round Three
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), power drain stopped
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
Before, it seemed Meghana was unconscious, or too weak to move. Now you see her stir inside the unit, and her hands weakly slap against the cracked glass panels! The weather also changes slightly around the unit. Given a momentary reprieve, it seems she's summoned enough willpower to resist the power drain!
OOC:
WeatherCore can't gain any more power until Raines counters Rocketeer's meddling. Until then, your poor rolls will only affect the targeting system (+ or - to rolls). And good rolls may even free Meghana!Round Three
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (5), power drain stopped
14: Small Fry –
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
Feb 19, 2025 6:03 pm
The Shield Maiden grimaces as Ragnar falls, but she keeps up her efforts to try to free her fellow Valkyrie! Hilde mews encouragement as the Shield Maiden keeps her electricity focused on the WeatherCore.
Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (4d6)
(1123) = 7
Feb 19, 2025 8:49 pm
The Valkyrie's electrical attack accomplishes nothing...except jolt WeatherCore's targeting system! It once again has a good lock on all of you.
WeatherCore's algorithms have determined the best way to thwart this annoying pixie: a tornado! Insanely-strong winds surround Small Fry, tossing her about! The winds also hurl shrapnel around, possibly lacerating her if she can't extricate herself!
OOC:
WeatherCore +5 to rolls for rest of the round.WeatherCore's algorithms have determined the best way to thwart this annoying pixie: a tornado! Insanely-strong winds surround Small Fry, tossing her about! The winds also hurl shrapnel around, possibly lacerating her if she can't extricate herself!
OOC:
Small Fry, defend yourself!Rolls
WeatherCore - (5d6+5)
(43131) + 5 = 17
Feb 19, 2025 8:54 pm
Small Fry tries to shrink herself outta the way!
Rolls
Subatomic Shrinker (pumped +2) - (6d6)
(421532) = 17
Feb 19, 2025 9:17 pm
OOC:
😲 Tie goes to the players!Round Three
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (4), power drain stopped, +5 this round
14: Small Fry – Subatomic Shrinker +2 pump this round
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (2), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Once again, we direct our attention to Small Fry! Your turn!
Feb 19, 2025 9:30 pm
Small Fry realizes that exerting herself will hurt. Badly. But there’s no time.
At subatomic size, it occurs to her… the real Dr. Raines will be easily distinguished by atoms. Illusions are energy. People are solid, with much greater molecular density.
But to fly through all the fakes, shrinking and growing to cover distance hastily, she’ll need to exert all of her strength!
When Small Fry finds the real Dr. Raines, she grows back and socks him hard in the face with a rising fiery uppercut!
At subatomic size, it occurs to her… the real Dr. Raines will be easily distinguished by atoms. Illusions are energy. People are solid, with much greater molecular density.
But to fly through all the fakes, shrinking and growing to cover distance hastily, she’ll need to exert all of her strength!
OOC:
Pumping increased to +3, since the guy can easily take me out if I lose!When Small Fry finds the real Dr. Raines, she grows back and socks him hard in the face with a rising fiery uppercut!
Last edited February 19, 2025 9:37 pm
Rolls
Subatomic Shrinker - (7d6-5)
(4363251) - 5 = 19
Feb 19, 2025 9:36 pm
Raines is no fool. It's obvious that Small Fry is a size-shifter, and that she has some plan to bypass his duplicates and attack him directly.
To counter this, he launches into another dastardly speech:
"Why do you fight so desperately, fairy girl? Join me, and I'll happily share the riches and power I'll surely accumulate. Do you want a mansion? Mansions, plural? Servants to attend to your every need? Enough money so you can jet set to----"
Small Fry's fiery uppercut interrupts him! He staggers against the control panel, holding his mouth. The blow caused him to bite down on his tongue, and blood is streaming down his chin.
To counter this, he launches into another dastardly speech:
"Why do you fight so desperately, fairy girl? Join me, and I'll happily share the riches and power I'll surely accumulate. Do you want a mansion? Mansions, plural? Servants to attend to your every need? Enough money so you can jet set to----"
Small Fry's fiery uppercut interrupts him! He staggers against the control panel, holding his mouth. The blow caused him to bite down on his tongue, and blood is streaming down his chin.
Rolls
Aspiring Oligarch - (2d6)
(24) = 6
Feb 19, 2025 9:47 pm
Trying to mentally overcome his pain and exhaustion, Raines furiously interacts with the control panels. This may be his last chance to boost WeatherCore to an unbeatable level of power! But first, he has to restart the power drain operation....
"Not quitting...made of sterner stuff than you think...you...[cough]...posturing hypocrites...."
"Not quitting...made of sterner stuff than you think...you...[cough]...posturing hypocrites...."
Rolls
Megalomaniacal Scientist - (1d6)
(6) = 6
Feb 19, 2025 9:53 pm
And he succeeds! The power drain restarts, and Meghana's struggling ceases; she's again either unconscious, or perhaps...dead?! Is the strain finally too much for her?!
Raines also slightly boosts WeatherCore's targeting system!
Round Three
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (4), +6 this round
14: Small Fry – Subatomic Shrinker +3 pump this round
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Rocketeer, you're up!
Raines also slightly boosts WeatherCore's targeting system!
Round Three
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (4), +6 this round
14: Small Fry – Subatomic Shrinker +3 pump this round
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (1), Aspiring Oligarch (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Rocketeer, you're up!
Feb 19, 2025 10:17 pm
Raine may have restarted the power drain, but he's also outed himself. A mere hologram can't interact with the controls after all. Rocketeer's quick to propel herself right at Raines, her rocket-propelled fist on a collision course with his face. The droids are definitely not as fast, but they follow her lead and try to ram Raines.
Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil - (2d6)
(52) = 7
Allied Droids (count only if 6) - (1d6)
(6) = 6
Feb 20, 2025 7:02 pm
OOC:
The -5 still applies, since you're attacking him physically. But he still can't beat an 8 with 1 dice. I could pump for a last ditch effort, but I won't.The megalomaniac lies there, drifting in and out of consciousness, nursing his shattered ego, and still daydreaming about an improbable victory.
Round Four
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (4)
14: Small Fry – down to Subatomic Shrinker (1)
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (0), Aspiring Oligarch (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (2)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
WeatherCore is down to a manageable level. In your future posts, please make it clear whether you're attacking it directly, or interacting with the controls/system, which will be a target number roll.
Feb 20, 2025 7:44 pm
"Enough subtlety. Time to smash!" the Shield Maiden declares. She takes her shield in both hands and begins slamming it against the WeatherCore’s chassis!
OOC:
Attacking directly, pumping one die.Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training, Pump 1 - (5d6)
(12344) = 14
Feb 20, 2025 7:54 pm
Sensing the direct attack, WeatherCore activates a power surge! Shield Maiden is barely able to get a good whacking momentum going, when a lightning bolt strikes her directly in the chest, driving her backwards and scorching her armor!
Rolls
WeatherCore, Pump +1 - (5d6)
(43435) = 19
Feb 20, 2025 8:08 pm
The tough-as-nails weather-warping device now targets Rocketeer. Previously, it's tried to stymie her with cold and heat. What now?
Well, why not both?
A wave of heat slams into Rocketeer's left side, a wave of cold into her right side. Her armor will have to compensate for both extreme temperatures simultaneously!
Well, why not both?
A wave of heat slams into Rocketeer's left side, a wave of cold into her right side. Her armor will have to compensate for both extreme temperatures simultaneously!
OOC:
Rocketeer, defend yourself!Rolls
WeatherCore, Pump +1 - (5d6)
(55252) = 19
Feb 20, 2025 9:46 pm
Warning: Thermal shields failing
Fuel dangerously low
Protective plating automatically slots shut over the exposed half of her face. As warning lights flash in her visor, her armor's already taken significant damage from the brief exposure. A thick layer of frost covers her right side while her left side glows faintly, just starting to melt from the heat. However, she's not just going to lay down. If she's going out, it will be with a boom. Grinning behind her helmet, she blasts herself towards the WeatherCore, black smoke trailing from her jets as she holds out her non-frozen fist and prepares for impact. Her droids back her up as much as they can with their weapons.
Fuel dangerously low
Protective plating automatically slots shut over the exposed half of her face. As warning lights flash in her visor, her armor's already taken significant damage from the brief exposure. A thick layer of frost covers her right side while her left side glows faintly, just starting to melt from the heat. However, she's not just going to lay down. If she's going out, it will be with a boom. Grinning behind her helmet, she blasts herself towards the WeatherCore, black smoke trailing from her jets as she holds out her non-frozen fist and prepares for impact. Her droids back her up as much as they can with their weapons.
OOC:
Pumping High-Flying Daredevil for +2!Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil - (4d6)
(4144) = 13
Allied Droids (count only if 6) - (1d6)
(2) = 2
Feb 21, 2025 12:12 am
Brave? Reckless? Both? However you'd describe Rocketeer's effort, it ends in failure. Punching WeatherCore at this moment is like punching the sun; her entire arm is in danger of being vaporized!
She's spared a maiming by a terrific energy backlash that sends her crashing into the ceiling, then plummeting to the floor, where she makes a small crater. Even more warnings flash and blare from her armor's operating system.
Round Four
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Valkyrie-in-Training (3) +1 pump this round, down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (4), +1 pump this round
14: Small Fry – down to Subatomic Shrinker (1)
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (0), Aspiring Oligarch (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (1) +2 pump this round
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Small Fry, you're up!
She's spared a maiming by a terrific energy backlash that sends her crashing into the ceiling, then plummeting to the floor, where she makes a small crater. Even more warnings flash and blare from her armor's operating system.
Round Four
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Valkyrie-in-Training (3) +1 pump this round, down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (4), +1 pump this round
14: Small Fry – down to Subatomic Shrinker (1)
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (0), Aspiring Oligarch (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (1) +2 pump this round
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Small Fry, you're up!
Feb 21, 2025 12:31 am
Small Fry is a fraction of an inch taller than Barbie. She drops from flight, clad only in a faded sundress.
"Victor…i..a, I’m wiped, but we gotta get that Valkyrie outta there. Let me see if I can weaken its attack while you, hopefully, destroy it!"
So I’d like to mess with the controls…Small Fry struggles to climb on to the control panel. She’s no science expert, but using her powers over spectral light and heat signatures, she can reveal what buttons and levers the Doctor pressed and pulled—and then do the opposite!
"Victor…i..a, I’m wiped, but we gotta get that Valkyrie outta there. Let me see if I can weaken its attack while you, hopefully, destroy it!"
OOC:
3 dice vs. 5 is not worth the risk, since I have another option. If I can meet the target number and get the weather machine to roll -5, the odds are much better.So I’d like to mess with the controls…
Rolls
Sunshine & Rainbows - to use UV light to help SF figure out what controls to use - (3d6)
(651) = 12
Feb 21, 2025 10:24 pm
Small Fry's cleverness allows her to counteract some of Raines's programming...and with him beaten, it can't be reversed, unless one of you really screws up an interaction with the controls!
Rocketeer, you're up!
OOC:
WeatherCore has -5 for the rest of the fight, not just this round! Unless, as mentioned, one of you REALLY messes up a target number roll.Rocketeer, you're up!
Feb 21, 2025 10:39 pm
Countless warning pop-ups flash before Rocketeer's eyes. She's not going to be able to fight for much longer. She almost dreads the inevitable repair process, but when there's repair, there's the chance for innovation!
"Giving it all I've got! Take it down!" Rocketeer pushes her technopathy to its maximum as she tries to aggressively short out some key components within the WeatherCore. The droids try to help her out with their beams of green light.
"Giving it all I've got! Take it down!" Rocketeer pushes her technopathy to its maximum as she tries to aggressively short out some key components within the WeatherCore. The droids try to help her out with their beams of green light.
OOC:
I'm down after the High-Flying Daredevil pump wears off, so I'm pumping Technopathic Implants for +2. Attacking directlyRolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (4d6)
(4436) = 17
Allied Droids (count only if 6) - (1d6)
(2) = 2
Feb 21, 2025 10:47 pm
OOC:
Another tie!Unfortunately, Rocketeer has pushed her armor to its breaking point! She's out of the fight, leaving Shield Maiden and Small Fry to wrangle WeatherCore!
Round Five
19: Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Valkyrie-in-Training (2), down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
16: WeatherCore – down to (2), -5
14: Small Fry – down to Subatomic Shrinker (1)
12: Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (0), Aspiring Oligarch (1), some attackers -5
7: Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
3: Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (0), Technopathic Nanoimplants (0)
3: Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Shield Maiden, you're up!
Rolls
WeatherCore, Pump +1 - (5d6-5)
(61636) - 5 = 17
Feb 22, 2025 2:09 am
"Again! This time, I mean it!" the Shield Maiden shouts as she bashes the WeatherCore.
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Rolls
Valkyrie-in-Training - (2d6)
(45) = 9
Feb 22, 2025 9:23 pm
Yes, she does mean it...as the Valkyrie is able to dodge WeatherCore's relatively weak wind-burst counterattack, and in her frenzy send metal and wires flying!
Rolls
WeatherCore - (2d6-5)
(61) - 5 = 2
Feb 22, 2025 9:32 pm
WeatherCore now targets Small Fry, unleashing an...enchanting snowstorm with flakes so large they look like handcrafted Christmas decorations. With its power rapidly dwindling, and its targeting system gone haywire, it's the best it can muster.
OOC:
Small Fry, defend yourself! I think it's mathematically impossible for you to lose...but then, if I got a C in a math course back in the day, I considered myself lucky....Rolls
WeatherCore - (1d6-5)
(6) - 5 = 1
Feb 22, 2025 10:02 pm
Small Fry jumps on the machine! "That does it, machine! I control the weather now, and today’s forecast is nothing but Sunshine & Rainbows!"The Barbie-sized heroine blasts the machine with a beam of ideal summer warmth, hoping her radiance will give Meghana the ray of hope she needs to survive and break free!
[ +- ] ☀️ Sunshine & Rainbows
Small Fry can blaze like a solar flare and, when she shrinks out of her clothes, her little body is clothed in light (energy-turned-matter) keeping her PG-13 whenever the cameras are rolling!
Rolls
Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(212) = 5
Feb 23, 2025 12:29 am
After a grueling battle that KOed half your team, you've finally persevered! WeatherCore is now harmless, its energy flickering like a small bonfire, its AI as placid as a contemplative monk. The intense weather ceases, and the temp. is now cool, like you'd expect from an underground lab. The lab is in shambles; it would take weeks for an expert team to repair all the damage. Raines, however, is still muttering something about "imminent victory" whenever he flickers back to consciousness.
Meghana hasn't emerged from her containment unit, and your teammates are down. It'd be a good idea to revive them all quickly, and then deal with Raines and WeatherCore just as swiftly. There's no telling who else noticed the battle, and plans to swoop in and fight for the scraps.
Then again, you're heroes, so maybe you don't give two shits who shows up!
Also, those underlings who remained upstairs? Some of them surreptitiously watched the battle, and then the group decided to skedaddle while everyone was distracted. It seems they didn't trust either side to deal with them fairly. They've all scattered to the four winds, disappearing in the cotton field surrounding the facility.
Meghana hasn't emerged from her containment unit, and your teammates are down. It'd be a good idea to revive them all quickly, and then deal with Raines and WeatherCore just as swiftly. There's no telling who else noticed the battle, and plans to swoop in and fight for the scraps.
Then again, you're heroes, so maybe you don't give two shits who shows up!
Also, those underlings who remained upstairs? Some of them surreptitiously watched the battle, and then the group decided to skedaddle while everyone was distracted. It seems they didn't trust either side to deal with them fairly. They've all scattered to the four winds, disappearing in the cotton field surrounding the facility.
OOC:
Per the rules, you now get to decide the fate of your foes. You also should investigate Meghana and revive your teammates. You don't need to roll for this, but you should give a viable explanation for restoring their zeroed-out cliches. Rocketeer is zeroed-out twice, so she needs extra help. And whatever help you give will only restore 1 dice in the KOed cliche; further restoration will require a "long rest" or a lot of creative RP.Feb 23, 2025 12:31 am
Summary of Cliches
Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Valkyrie-in-Training (2), down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
WeatherCore – down to (0)
Small Fry – down to Subatomic Shrinker (1)
Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (0), Aspiring Oligarch (1)
Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (0), Technopathic Nanoimplants (0)
Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Victor/Shield Maiden – down to Valkyrie-in-Training (2), down to Mild-Mannered Alter Ego (2)
WeatherCore – down to (0)
Small Fry – down to Subatomic Shrinker (1)
Dr. Elias Raines – down to Megalomaniacal Scientist (0), Aspiring Oligarch (1)
Ragnar Thunderheart – down to Alcoholic (2), Demi-god (0)
Team: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (1), High-Flying Daredevil (0), Technopathic Nanoimplants (0)
Team: Allied Defense Droids – (1)
Feb 23, 2025 3:37 am
Small Fry says to the machine’s AI, "If you can understand me, help me revive Meghana."
Small Fry struggles a bit to halve her size. She dwindles gradually until she feels the wings sprout from her back, but she remains on the ground, her hand pressed against the glass, emitting heat and light toward Meghana.
The fairy speaks to the Valkyrie…"He loves you," she starts. "Ragnar, I mean. I don’t know if that does anything for you. It wouldn’t for me. I’m not interested in men, and… he’s kind of a doofus, honestly.
"And he did eventually confess you two are not an item at the moment. I’m not trying to win you back for him. It’s really not my business.
"But, the big goofball nearly got himself killed for you. I truly believe he was putting your needs ahead of his own, so… you’re gonna walk outta that machine, right?"
Small Fry flutters her wings, slowly rising to eye-level.
"Even to reject him, y’know? Not that I’m giving advice, just… he’d rather lose you that way than to this machine. Of course if you love him, yay everybody…"
Small Fry struggles a bit to halve her size. She dwindles gradually until she feels the wings sprout from her back, but she remains on the ground, her hand pressed against the glass, emitting heat and light toward Meghana.
The fairy speaks to the Valkyrie…
[ +- ] 💖 Hopeless Romantic
Small Fry wants to live a normal life. She wants to find love. Or at least a BFF who also wished Barbie could talk?
"And he did eventually confess you two are not an item at the moment. I’m not trying to win you back for him. It’s really not my business.
"But, the big goofball nearly got himself killed for you. I truly believe he was putting your needs ahead of his own, so… you’re gonna walk outta that machine, right?"
Small Fry flutters her wings, slowly rising to eye-level.
"Even to reject him, y’know? Not that I’m giving advice, just… he’d rather lose you that way than to this machine. Of course if you love him, yay everybody…"
OOC:
Small Fry is babbling heartfelt words while radiating heat and light on Meghana. This is her revive-Meghana attempt, though she also asked the machine’s AI to do something to revive Meghana..!Feb 23, 2025 8:23 pm
The AI doesn't answer, but WeatherCore's bonfire-like energy does flicker. Soon you see (and feel) energy moving through the thick cables that connect WeatherCore and Meghana's containment unit...only this time, it's flowing to Meghana.
You hear some clicking noises, and then the lid of the unit slides off the top and folds down to the side. Thick fog pours out. Hands grope the sides of the unit, and a disheveled, haggard woman drags herself out. Still too weak to stand on her own, she leans against the ornate staff she wields, peering around confusedly.
At full strength, she would be a commanding, even regal, figure. Now, though, she looks lost and helpless.
She turns to address Small Fry....
Her normal stats:
Master of Typhoons, Wielder of Maelstrom (5)
Environmentally Conscious (3)
Her current stats:
Master of Typhoons, Wielder of Maelstrom (1)
Environmentally Conscious (1)
You hear some clicking noises, and then the lid of the unit slides off the top and folds down to the side. Thick fog pours out. Hands grope the sides of the unit, and a disheveled, haggard woman drags herself out. Still too weak to stand on her own, she leans against the ornate staff she wields, peering around confusedly.
At full strength, she would be a commanding, even regal, figure. Now, though, she looks lost and helpless.
She turns to address Small Fry....
[ +- ] Image
Master of Typhoons, Wielder of Maelstrom (5)
Environmentally Conscious (3)
Her current stats:
Master of Typhoons, Wielder of Maelstrom (1)
Environmentally Conscious (1)
Feb 23, 2025 8:37 pm
"You are certainly a bundle of light and hope, stranger. I...[cough]...thank you for freeing me. But your words...perceptive and persuasive, it's true...but...you're saying Ragnar is here...that he...?"
She then notices Ragnar's fallen form. Her eyes widen...but tellingly, she doesn't immediately rush to his aid. Instead, she stares at him intently, her eyes glowing seafoam green. After a moment, she smiles thinly.
"Still alive. Good."
She turns her head slowly, surveying the battlefield. A small nod of approval as she understands that you've not only won definitively, but ravaged Raines's lab. A look of disgust as she notices the defeated megalomaniac in question. And finally, a look of stern compassion (if such a combination is possible) as she again looks at Ragnar, and the struggling Rocketeer.
"Help Ragnar, and your friend...and secure Raines. Though it seems you've prevailed, the man is incredibly cunning and dangerous. I underestimated him before...you see the result of my hubris...."
She slowly slides to the floor, folding her legs in a lotus position, and closes her eyes. Her staff (which is almost certainly Maelstrom) glows faintly.
"I'm still disoriented...weak...give me a moment, please...then we'll talk...."
She then notices Ragnar's fallen form. Her eyes widen...but tellingly, she doesn't immediately rush to his aid. Instead, she stares at him intently, her eyes glowing seafoam green. After a moment, she smiles thinly.
"Still alive. Good."
She turns her head slowly, surveying the battlefield. A small nod of approval as she understands that you've not only won definitively, but ravaged Raines's lab. A look of disgust as she notices the defeated megalomaniac in question. And finally, a look of stern compassion (if such a combination is possible) as she again looks at Ragnar, and the struggling Rocketeer.
"Help Ragnar, and your friend...and secure Raines. Though it seems you've prevailed, the man is incredibly cunning and dangerous. I underestimated him before...you see the result of my hubris...."
She slowly slides to the floor, folding her legs in a lotus position, and closes her eyes. Her staff (which is almost certainly Maelstrom) glows faintly.
"I'm still disoriented...weak...give me a moment, please...then we'll talk...."
Feb 23, 2025 9:21 pm
Small Fry is relieved to see the Valkyrie is okay. She lets her recover in peace, and in the meantime, asks Victor(ia), "Do you think a jolt to Rocketeer’s power armor will help? I can secure the villain."
She grabs and end of his cape, flies it to wrap his wrists behind his back, and using her extreme strength——she ties a double knot that’s as good as any knot tied by a five-foot-tall Girl Scout! "NNNGGGGGGGYYRRRRHH!"
She grabs and end of his cape, flies it to wrap his wrists behind his back, and using her extreme strength—
[ +- ] 💥 Strong From Her Size
Small Fry needs to shrink for her super strength to kick in. So basically, at half the height of a pencil she can… still lift a pencil.
Feb 23, 2025 9:53 pm
Small Fry's knot would've been rewarded with whatever merit badge the Girl Scouts have for such things.
But would it prevent a determined, cognizant adult from breaking free? Probably (k)not. But Raines is neither of those things at the moment, so he'll just roll around helplessly while you all get sorted.
But would it prevent a determined, cognizant adult from breaking free? Probably (k)not. But Raines is neither of those things at the moment, so he'll just roll around helplessly while you all get sorted.
Feb 23, 2025 11:23 pm
With two of Rocketeer’s systems down, Small Fry wonders if she should work on reviving Rocketeer even if Victor(ia) might be able to jump-start the power suit.
She was taken down by extreme temperatures, so the opposite of that is normal temperature…
Small Fry tries to help revive Rocketeer by shining a sunbeam on her! "Rise and shine!
"Well, I got shining covered actually, so just rise?"
She was taken down by extreme temperatures, so the opposite of that is normal temperature…
Small Fry tries to help revive Rocketeer by shining a sunbeam on her! "Rise and shine!
"Well, I got shining covered actually, so just rise?"
Feb 24, 2025 12:40 am
Small Fry's sunbeam gives Rocketeer's armor just enough power to allow her to struggle to her feet. It also lifts the rocket-loving woman's spirits! She's still too damaged to attempt anything crazy, though.
With her nanoimplants still damaged, however, Rocketeer's technopathy is giving her a terrible migraine. It'd be a good idea to tackle this problem immediately, either by herself, or with the aid of her teammates.
With her nanoimplants still damaged, however, Rocketeer's technopathy is giving her a terrible migraine. It'd be a good idea to tackle this problem immediately, either by herself, or with the aid of her teammates.
OOC:
High-Flying Daredevil back to (1).Feb 24, 2025 1:20 am
OOC:
Appreciate the revive!Upon being shined on, she rolls over like a lazy hungover student. She wasn't unconscious per say, just unable to move until the slightest amount of power was restored to her armor's systems. She was worried that she'd need to get out of her armor and consequently reveal her face, but that was no longer a concern.
That does nothing for the migraine, though. Without her nanoimplants passively regulating her technopathy, incomprehensible technological feedback was flooding in from all directions. Her nanites did have a self-repair system, but that would take a while.
"I guess I can't have five more minutes, huh?" Rocketeer rises to her feet with the help of her droids. Sparks occasionally shoot out from various points on her armor, but it's fine... probably.
"Glad you're alive," she says when she lays eyes on Meghana. "I'll admit it was a little touch-and-go there. Ngh..." She winces as a fresh wave of pain washes over her. She leans against a nearby droid. "My damn head... Need to get the hell out of here. Authorities should be here any minute. Let them handle the mess and the megalomaniac." She straightens up and starts to walk over. She seems fully intent on flying her way out of here, back to wherever she normally holes up, but her balance is shot due to the migraine. It wouldn't be safe to fly like that, and her droids seem to realize that, hovering out into her path to stop her.
Feb 24, 2025 12:49 pm
The Shield Maiden stands over Ragnar's unconscious form. She smirks down at him. "I always wanted to try this. CLEAR!"
Lightning crackles around her shield, then zaps down to strike the demigod as the Shield Maiden attempts to kickstart his heart with a burst of electricity!
Lightning crackles around her shield, then zaps down to strike the demigod as the Shield Maiden attempts to kickstart his heart with a burst of electricity!
Feb 24, 2025 3:33 pm
Small Fry offers, "Let me look under your armor, Rocketeer. Maybe I can help, if I can safely alter my size to that level.
"What exactly isn’t working right now?"
As she asks this, she sits beside the Valkyrie, trying to do as she does: focus on healing herself, in the hope she’ll be better equipped to help Rocketeer…
Her plan is to look into Rocketeer’s nanites, though Rocketeer would need to tell her that’s what needs fixing. SF doesn’t know about the nanites. Not sure what she would exactly do, but it might make for some nice geeky, sci-fyish RP.
"What exactly isn’t working right now?"
As she asks this, she sits beside the Valkyrie, trying to do as she does: focus on healing herself, in the hope she’ll be better equipped to help Rocketeer…
OOC:
If possible, SF is trying to get at least one more die for her shrinking power. I don’t think she should be able to shrink to micro-or-less with one die.Her plan is to look into Rocketeer’s nanites, though Rocketeer would need to tell her that’s what needs fixing. SF doesn’t know about the nanites. Not sure what she would exactly do, but it might make for some nice geeky, sci-fyish RP.
Feb 24, 2025 9:08 pm
OOC:
Small Fry: since I'm super-generous (laughter from the peanut gallery), I'll give you 1 dice for Subatomic Shrinker, putting you back to (2).You and Rocketeer can coordinate any nanite stuff. Rocketeer remains protective of her identity, so she may not want you poking around....
Feb 24, 2025 9:13 pm
Ragnar isn't in such bad shape that he needs a Valkyrie-fueled defibrillator. His body does, however, greedily absorb Shield Maiden's energy. His eyes flutter open, and he lets out a groan. Slowly pushing himself to a sitting position, he glances around....
OOC:
Demi-god and blah blah back to (1).Feb 24, 2025 9:18 pm
Wiping drool and blood from this mouth, Ragnar tries to make sense of his surroundings.
"Ohhh...I need a drink. I never thought I'd be the first to fall. A poor showing for a self-proclaimed demi-god, eh?"
He then notices Meghana, who's still sitting in a lotus position. With a laugh, he tries to rise...but can't. Instead, he begins crawling towards her on all fours, like a puppy that's been reunited with its master.
"Meg! Are you OK?! Did that power-mad jackass...touch you? Are your powers still----"
"Ohhh...I need a drink. I never thought I'd be the first to fall. A poor showing for a self-proclaimed demi-god, eh?"
He then notices Meghana, who's still sitting in a lotus position. With a laugh, he tries to rise...but can't. Instead, he begins crawling towards her on all fours, like a puppy that's been reunited with its master.
"Meg! Are you OK?! Did that power-mad jackass...touch you? Are your powers still----"
Feb 24, 2025 9:31 pm
Meghana opens her eyes, then raises her hand palm-out, in a motion that unmistakably means "stop." Her expression isn't cruel, nor is it the joyous expression of someone seeing their lover...it's just neutral.
"I'll be fine, Ragnar...eventually. The blow to my ego hurts worse than the siphoning of my powers. And no, he didn't rape me, or anything like that. I think Raines cares more about power than petty things like sex...."
"It's...good to see you, my friend. [significant pause] The small one said you fought valiantly to free me. I thank you deeply, and I will repay you. But not in...in that way."
She sighs, and stares at her staff for a long moment.
"Let us figure out how to handle this mess, and then we can discuss our...relationship in private. What you've done today truly is extraordinary, Ragnar, but I want to make sure you----"
"I'll be fine, Ragnar...eventually. The blow to my ego hurts worse than the siphoning of my powers. And no, he didn't rape me, or anything like that. I think Raines cares more about power than petty things like sex...."
"It's...good to see you, my friend. [significant pause] The small one said you fought valiantly to free me. I thank you deeply, and I will repay you. But not in...in that way."
She sighs, and stares at her staff for a long moment.
"Let us figure out how to handle this mess, and then we can discuss our...relationship in private. What you've done today truly is extraordinary, Ragnar, but I want to make sure you----"
Feb 24, 2025 9:39 pm
"You want to make sure I know my place, right?! To make sure I know that we're only friends...maybe not even friends, just distant acquaintances!"
In his rage, he's able to stand. Lightning weakly crackles around him, but he does smack one of the control panels with his sword, making a small dent.
"To hell with you! I blasted through this entire facility to save you, and I can't even get a hug?! Just some weak promise that you'll repay me. Maybe you'll buy me a few beers, huh, then fly back to India, laughing at poor, stupid Ragnar!"
"I'm out of here!"
Grumbling and cursing, he tries to fly up the stairwell so he can leave the facility...and again, he's too weak. Still determined, he clomps up the steps one at a time, grimacing all the while.
In his rage, he's able to stand. Lightning weakly crackles around him, but he does smack one of the control panels with his sword, making a small dent.
"To hell with you! I blasted through this entire facility to save you, and I can't even get a hug?! Just some weak promise that you'll repay me. Maybe you'll buy me a few beers, huh, then fly back to India, laughing at poor, stupid Ragnar!"
"I'm out of here!"
Grumbling and cursing, he tries to fly up the stairwell so he can leave the facility...and again, he's too weak. Still determined, he clomps up the steps one at a time, grimacing all the while.
Feb 24, 2025 9:58 pm
OOC:
Hey?! Where’s my @#%$ boon?! Uh.. I mean, oh. Poor dude. Empathy. Yeah, this is totally about empathy and not trying to stop Ragnar from running off with our promised boon.(GM, don’t read that.^)
"And as for love… there are other mermaids in the sea, other nymphs in the forest, other valkyries in the sky… Valkyries who will know you for your deed. For what you did today."
Rolls
Sunshine & Rainbows - (3d6)
(132) = 6
Feb 24, 2025 10:22 pm
OOC:
Oh really? Alcoholic (2) exists!He's reached the first basement level, and finally recovered enough energy to fly. Raising Lightningfang high, he begins floating down the hallway, towards the other stairwell that leads to the first floor.
"Oh, I did promise a boon, didn't I? Well, I'm too weak to grant you one right now anyway! Come find me when I've recovered...which may take a while, since I plan to stay drunk for a week! I'll probably be at the Last Round tavern, on the outskirts of Small Town. I've been there once before, and had quite a time...I hope they haven't changed anything!"
"Or you can just call me! Yes, I have a cell phone! Even demi-gods have to stay up-to-date with the current tech!"
He gives Small Fry his number, exits the facility, and flies away! Albeit slowly...and wobbly...and he'll have to stop a few times to catch his breath...but still! Beer-guzzling is imminent!
OOC:
Small Fry loses 1 dice!If you're REALLY intent on stopping Ragnar, you can fly after him. That'll be a target number roll to see if you catch up, and then you'll have to roll again to dissuade him. BUT he's already denied you, and he's in a pissy mood, and wants beer...he could actually fight you if you keep bothering him.
Rolls
Alcoholic - (2d6)
(55) = 10
Feb 25, 2025 12:28 am
Small Fry’s disposition is not so sunny anymore. The warmth around her starts to feel more like a heatwave.
She doesn’t bother to mention that she doesn’t have her phone on her.
After Ragnar leaves, she turns to Meghana. "Do me a favor. Don’t repay him in any way. You will never owe him, since he will never fulfill his promise to me. I won’t accept his boon. I don’t want it. I don’t want anything from him if it involves seeing him, speaking to him, or worst of all, hearing his voice."
She doesn’t bother to mention that she doesn’t have her phone on her.
After Ragnar leaves, she turns to Meghana. "Do me a favor. Don’t repay him in any way. You will never owe him, since he will never fulfill his promise to me. I won’t accept his boon. I don’t want it. I don’t want anything from him if it involves seeing him, speaking to him, or worst of all, hearing his voice."
OOC:
Small Fry will not only not fly after Ragnar. She won’t accept his boon, even if her teammates do.
Feb 25, 2025 3:42 am
Small Town, an imaginatively named little burg way out in the middle of nowhere. Most people couldn't be bothered to find it on the map, and the non-existent tourism board hadn't even bothered to make pithy post cards to sell in a rotating kiosk out of the gas station closest to the highway. It was a place that people escaped from, or retired to, without a whole lot in between.
It stretched out under Rebound as he uncoiled from his latest bound, a sleepy little town of single-story brick and cinderblock buildings reflecting in the wide golden lenses of his mask as his momentum slowed to a creeping crawl. It was kind of nostalgic in a way. It reminded him of his own home town, back before he went to college. Before the mask, and the powers, and the wild series of crazy circumstances that kept him hopping from town to town. Without so much as a Mystery Machine to his name, he felt more like the world's most brightly dressed hobo than anything sometimes.
As gravity started dragging him back down into its loving embrace, he leaned into a lazy roll, watching the sky overhead. Just because Small Town didn't have much of a night scene didn't mean that nothing of interest happened here. Little towns like this tended to host all manor of secrets, and cozy secondary lairs for villains in between their heists. All the better to avoid the predominantly city-dwelling hero community, after all.
>k-PWOK< hitting the edge of a roof, Rebound kicked off and magnified his own kinetic energy, suddenly slicing at a narrow angle where he'd bounded high before. Sticking out an arm, is glove hand touched a stately old-fashioned light post as he swung himself about sixty degrees to the left to correct his angle. Curled into a ball, he hit the top of a car, and while the driver slammed on the brakes in response to the large *BANG* of it, there was no sign of an impact against his vehicle. When the angry shouting followed him up, Rebound uncurled just long enough to snap off a cocky salute before hitting the tree line.
-thruuuuush- *POK* the tree's canopy tore at him, but the kevlex body suit and his heavier jacket were tough enough that, even where they snagged, they didn't tear at his costume. Instead, he hit the sturdy trunk, reangling once again. >tak-tak-tak-KAK-tak-POK< and from there he was off. Each impact accelerated him further, from trunk, to bough, to forest floor, always faster, until they world was barely more than a blur of dark shadows.
Stories of a rocket-powered woman were what had originally pulled him towards Small Town, but while he was still getting his bearings the weather had gotten ... peculiar. Rainbows in a clear summer sky were one thing, but massive electrical discharges that crackled across the horizon? That may as well have been a beacon. A quick google search told him that there was a weather research facility out that way ... which sounded like exactly his kind of trouble!
So, like a blue and gold comet, he burst out of the surrounding wilderness, the cotton field rustling in the wake of his shallow bounce. Finally, he hit the antenna bedecked structure of the facility, bleeding his excess kinetic energy away from his body in a shockwave that rattled windows and kicked up an impressive amount of dust from the sandy grounds before he backflipped and dropped two stories down into a light crouch, taking a moment to regain his bearings.
"DUDE!" he exclaimed, hopping over to the collapsed, headless, form of the massive security bot. "Yes! Robots! I never get to thrash robots!"
Taking a moment to better examine the battlefield, he noticed more destroyed hover drones half-buried in the grit and sand, as well as a colorful cast of obviously powered people staggering their way out of the building.
"Aw man! I missed it! I never get to thrash robots!" he complained, pressing his palms into his eyes for a moment, anguish rolling over him as another item from his superheroing bucket list eluded him. This was worse than that time he'd jumped into a dog park to throw down with an unattended utahraptor just to discover it was some kind of were-palentologist in need of help.
It stretched out under Rebound as he uncoiled from his latest bound, a sleepy little town of single-story brick and cinderblock buildings reflecting in the wide golden lenses of his mask as his momentum slowed to a creeping crawl. It was kind of nostalgic in a way. It reminded him of his own home town, back before he went to college. Before the mask, and the powers, and the wild series of crazy circumstances that kept him hopping from town to town. Without so much as a Mystery Machine to his name, he felt more like the world's most brightly dressed hobo than anything sometimes.
As gravity started dragging him back down into its loving embrace, he leaned into a lazy roll, watching the sky overhead. Just because Small Town didn't have much of a night scene didn't mean that nothing of interest happened here. Little towns like this tended to host all manor of secrets, and cozy secondary lairs for villains in between their heists. All the better to avoid the predominantly city-dwelling hero community, after all.
>k-PWOK< hitting the edge of a roof, Rebound kicked off and magnified his own kinetic energy, suddenly slicing at a narrow angle where he'd bounded high before. Sticking out an arm, is glove hand touched a stately old-fashioned light post as he swung himself about sixty degrees to the left to correct his angle. Curled into a ball, he hit the top of a car, and while the driver slammed on the brakes in response to the large *BANG* of it, there was no sign of an impact against his vehicle. When the angry shouting followed him up, Rebound uncurled just long enough to snap off a cocky salute before hitting the tree line.
-thruuuuush- *POK* the tree's canopy tore at him, but the kevlex body suit and his heavier jacket were tough enough that, even where they snagged, they didn't tear at his costume. Instead, he hit the sturdy trunk, reangling once again. >tak-tak-tak-KAK-tak-POK< and from there he was off. Each impact accelerated him further, from trunk, to bough, to forest floor, always faster, until they world was barely more than a blur of dark shadows.
Stories of a rocket-powered woman were what had originally pulled him towards Small Town, but while he was still getting his bearings the weather had gotten ... peculiar. Rainbows in a clear summer sky were one thing, but massive electrical discharges that crackled across the horizon? That may as well have been a beacon. A quick google search told him that there was a weather research facility out that way ... which sounded like exactly his kind of trouble!
So, like a blue and gold comet, he burst out of the surrounding wilderness, the cotton field rustling in the wake of his shallow bounce. Finally, he hit the antenna bedecked structure of the facility, bleeding his excess kinetic energy away from his body in a shockwave that rattled windows and kicked up an impressive amount of dust from the sandy grounds before he backflipped and dropped two stories down into a light crouch, taking a moment to regain his bearings.
"DUDE!" he exclaimed, hopping over to the collapsed, headless, form of the massive security bot. "Yes! Robots! I never get to thrash robots!"
Taking a moment to better examine the battlefield, he noticed more destroyed hover drones half-buried in the grit and sand, as well as a colorful cast of obviously powered people staggering their way out of the building.
"Aw man! I missed it! I never get to thrash robots!" he complained, pressing his palms into his eyes for a moment, anguish rolling over him as another item from his superheroing bucket list eluded him. This was worse than that time he'd jumped into a dog park to throw down with an unattended utahraptor just to discover it was some kind of were-palentologist in need of help.
Last edited February 25, 2025 4:17 am
Feb 25, 2025 4:21 am
"No need for that, tiny. A lot isn't working, but it's nothing I can't fix with an all-nighter or two. Appreciated, though." Rocketeer's a bit quick to turn down Small Fry's offer. She's not quite ready to let some little invader root around in her precious armor, not unless it was absolutely necessary. Besides, it's not the armor that's the problem... And if she didn't want Small Fry in her armor, then she certainly didn't want her in her body.
Her droids are adamant about getting in her way, so she stops and pats them, smiling tiredly. "Fine, little ones, you win. I'm not going to fly until I get my bearings." The droids hover by her side, beeping in a seemingly pleased manner. She can't help but wonder when, or if, they'd revert back to their original programming. She felt her rewrite of their systems was pretty thorough, but you never know.
She watches the entire interaction between Ragnar, Meghana and Small Fry, her skull pounding whenever Ragnar raises his voice. She's glad when he leaves. She flashes Meghana a sympathetic look. "I can see why things weren't working out. Nothing worse than a guy who feels entitled to you."
She makes some distance from Small Fry when she feels the heat radiating off her. "I agree that you don't owe him shit, but I, for one, am claiming that boon. Otherwise, this would've been for nothing," she says. A pause, then she corrects herself. "...Not that saving a demigoddess and preventing Raines from completing his machinations is nothing, but you know what I mean. It'd be a shame not to collect on that sweet reward."
As she exits the facility, she notices the navy-and-gold hero complaining about being late to the fun. "You know him?" She asks Small Fry and Victor, shielding her eyes from the sun. Even through her visor, it's bright enough to cause pain.
Her droids are adamant about getting in her way, so she stops and pats them, smiling tiredly. "Fine, little ones, you win. I'm not going to fly until I get my bearings." The droids hover by her side, beeping in a seemingly pleased manner. She can't help but wonder when, or if, they'd revert back to their original programming. She felt her rewrite of their systems was pretty thorough, but you never know.
She watches the entire interaction between Ragnar, Meghana and Small Fry, her skull pounding whenever Ragnar raises his voice. She's glad when he leaves. She flashes Meghana a sympathetic look. "I can see why things weren't working out. Nothing worse than a guy who feels entitled to you."
She makes some distance from Small Fry when she feels the heat radiating off her. "I agree that you don't owe him shit, but I, for one, am claiming that boon. Otherwise, this would've been for nothing," she says. A pause, then she corrects herself. "...Not that saving a demigoddess and preventing Raines from completing his machinations is nothing, but you know what I mean. It'd be a shame not to collect on that sweet reward."
As she exits the facility, she notices the navy-and-gold hero complaining about being late to the fun. "You know him?" She asks Small Fry and Victor, shielding her eyes from the sun. Even through her visor, it's bright enough to cause pain.
Feb 25, 2025 11:46 am
"I don’t," she replies, "but as long as he’s not a violent drunk with the b-word in his vocabulary—"
Small Fry turns to the new guy, remaining fairy-sized.
"—you missed more than robots. We just helped a demigod save a valkyrie from a sociopath. Her, not her." Small Fry gestures to the two valkyries for clarification. "And by help, I mean we talked him out of murdering people then basically did the rescue for him. I’ll admit I had generously embellished his contribution before he threw a hissy fit over the complete lack of post-battle swooning. Just his belligerent way of informing us that his need to drink until he pees himself in public are far more important than any promise he makes to a woman, and it’s on us to call him or walk into a bar, then maybe he’ll deliver his boon. Or, the town trick will say no to him and he’ll have to postpone our payment while he staggers off to another binge."
Her clenched fists are engulfed in tiny balls of flame, which might be intimidating if she were ten to twelves times taller, and there is a tropical heat within a few feet of the fairy. She opens her palms in an attempt to cool herself down.
"Sorry… I barely know the guy. Probably not wrong he’s abusive, though.
"Lily LaViolette… Small Fry." She leaves self-intros to everyone else.
And as stated earlier, I’m fine with other players getting the boon. Whether Small Fry is rewarded without Ragnar’s involvement or not rewarded at all, I’ll accept the consequence of honest role-playing.
Ragnar comes off as the bully-in-a-cape type that SF prefers to distance herself from. I seriously had an IC goal to prevent murder by Ragnar’s hand, so that’s not a twist on her perspective of him. It was always there. With her Sunshine and Rainbows persona, she was keeping an open mind about other stuff. Him dressing her down dimmed that blinding light. Now, Meghana’s body language is reread; SF suspects his harsh words would have been followed by battery.
Even if the boon makes her more powerful (extra die), she wants absolutely nothing from him. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near him, so when the others go to him to collect the boon (OoC, I know he’ll really give it), she will do something else, somewhere else.
Small Fry turns to the new guy, remaining fairy-sized.
"—you missed more than robots. We just helped a demigod save a valkyrie from a sociopath. Her, not her." Small Fry gestures to the two valkyries for clarification. "And by help, I mean we talked him out of murdering people then basically did the rescue for him. I’ll admit I had generously embellished his contribution before he threw a hissy fit over the complete lack of post-battle swooning. Just his belligerent way of informing us that his need to drink until he pees himself in public are far more important than any promise he makes to a woman, and it’s on us to call him or walk into a bar, then maybe he’ll deliver his boon. Or, the town trick will say no to him and he’ll have to postpone our payment while he staggers off to another binge."
Her clenched fists are engulfed in tiny balls of flame, which might be intimidating if she were ten to twelves times taller, and there is a tropical heat within a few feet of the fairy. She opens her palms in an attempt to cool herself down.
"Sorry… I barely know the guy. Probably not wrong he’s abusive, though.
"Lily LaViolette… Small Fry." She leaves self-intros to everyone else.
OOC:
I actually don’t think she knows Victor’s hero name, hence her saying Victoria, though I could be wrong about that.And as stated earlier, I’m fine with other players getting the boon. Whether Small Fry is rewarded without Ragnar’s involvement or not rewarded at all, I’ll accept the consequence of honest role-playing.
Ragnar comes off as the bully-in-a-cape type that SF prefers to distance herself from. I seriously had an IC goal to prevent murder by Ragnar’s hand, so that’s not a twist on her perspective of him. It was always there. With her Sunshine and Rainbows persona, she was keeping an open mind about other stuff. Him dressing her down dimmed that blinding light. Now, Meghana’s body language is reread; SF suspects his harsh words would have been followed by battery.
Even if the boon makes her more powerful (extra die), she wants absolutely nothing from him. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near him, so when the others go to him to collect the boon (OoC, I know he’ll really give it), she will do something else, somewhere else.
Feb 25, 2025 1:42 pm
"That dude's an asshole. The less we have to do with him, the better," the Shield Maiden says, slipping back into Victor's speech patterns. She is eager to help Meghana out of the lab. When the newcomer leaps onto the scene, she looks at him askance.
"Never met the guy," she says in response to Rocketeer's question. She squares her shoulders and strikes a heroic pose. "I am the Shield Maiden. And what do you call yourself?" she asks the newcomer.
"Never met the guy," she says in response to Rocketeer's question. She squares her shoulders and strikes a heroic pose. "I am the Shield Maiden. And what do you call yourself?" she asks the newcomer.
Feb 25, 2025 6:06 pm
Rebound cupped his chin and nodded along as Small Fry laid out current events to him. Glancing over his shoulder in the direction that Ragnar was still unsteadily floating away. He crossed his arms for a moment, letting the tale rattle around in his head for a moment.
"So, to sum up, the sulky swordsman's a stormlord who's off to soak his sorrows because the staff wielding soulwarden shot down his sybaritic aspirations. The scientific sociopath was surely siphoning her supernatural spark to spin up a storm swaying system that'd support his schemes of sovereignty, but with the assistance of some Small Town supers, he was socked, stabbed, and stopped." he nodded a bit, apparently pleased with himself, "Sounds like you did good work today, shame about him skipping out on the check, but it looks like no one is dead." he gave Raines a sympathetic look at the red that had soaked the shoulder of his shirt. Clearly, he wasn't confident that would be the case if Ragnar had been acting on his own initiative.
After scratching his head for a second, he offered a hand to Small Fry, extending one finger to make his best attempt at a handshake to the diminutive damsel.
"It's a pleasure, Ms. LaViolette, lovely name that. When I've got the tights on, I go by Rebound." if she was kind enough to shake, he'd then offer the hand to Shield Maiden, and then Rocketeer. "You girls do this kind of thing regularly, or is this a crossover event?"
"So, to sum up, the sulky swordsman's a stormlord who's off to soak his sorrows because the staff wielding soulwarden shot down his sybaritic aspirations. The scientific sociopath was surely siphoning her supernatural spark to spin up a storm swaying system that'd support his schemes of sovereignty, but with the assistance of some Small Town supers, he was socked, stabbed, and stopped." he nodded a bit, apparently pleased with himself, "Sounds like you did good work today, shame about him skipping out on the check, but it looks like no one is dead." he gave Raines a sympathetic look at the red that had soaked the shoulder of his shirt. Clearly, he wasn't confident that would be the case if Ragnar had been acting on his own initiative.
After scratching his head for a second, he offered a hand to Small Fry, extending one finger to make his best attempt at a handshake to the diminutive damsel.
"It's a pleasure, Ms. LaViolette, lovely name that. When I've got the tights on, I go by Rebound." if she was kind enough to shake, he'd then offer the hand to Shield Maiden, and then Rocketeer. "You girls do this kind of thing regularly, or is this a crossover event?"
OOC:
As a practical question, how doable would it be to tag Ragnar with a tracer dot? I'm getting the feeling that, even if the girls are ready to wash their hands of him, someone should keep an eye on him.Feb 25, 2025 7:29 pm
Small Fry flicks her fingers, to make sure her hands aren’t still spewing flames. She then dilates her size to a whopping four-foot-seven!
At this size, she is no longer winged. Her sundress is flimsy, made of shreds of warm color that fade to infrared at the knee, which to most eyes means her dress is yellow-gold-orange on top, vermilion-red at the waist and gradually more translucent from mid-thigh down. The hem is completely off the visible spectrum. She is barefoot.
But most importantly, she is more suited for shaking a hand than being held in one.
Small Fry’s handshake is delicate; her voice at her full height is meeker than a moment ago when she was four or five inches tall.
"Pleasure. Appreciate the alliteration."
At this size, she is no longer winged. Her sundress is flimsy, made of shreds of warm color that fade to infrared at the knee, which to most eyes means her dress is yellow-gold-orange on top, vermilion-red at the waist and gradually more translucent from mid-thigh down. The hem is completely off the visible spectrum. She is barefoot.
But most importantly, she is more suited for shaking a hand than being held in one.
Small Fry’s handshake is delicate; her voice at her full height is meeker than a moment ago when she was four or five inches tall.
"Pleasure. Appreciate the alliteration."
Feb 25, 2025 7:49 pm
OOC:
Rebound: trying to tag Ragnar would require a target number roll. He's not exactly moving at light speed, but I'll say he does have a head start...so there will be some measure of difficulty.Feb 25, 2025 8:21 pm
Before exiting the facility, Meghana walks over to WeatherCore, her neutral expression morphing into one of rage and contempt. She utters something under her breath, likely some curse words. Then she composes herself, holds out Maelstrom, and begins re-absorbing her stolen energy.
In a few seconds, WeatherCore's energy fluctuations are no more. It's just a badly-damaged hunk of metal, circuits, and wires. The re-absorption visibly perks her up; she walks more confidently, and looks around with clear eyes. Still, she only floats slowly to the surface, and doesn't attempt any weather manipulation.Hearing you all bash Ragnar, Meghana actually frowns. Once all the complaints have died down, she addresses everyone:
"I understand all your frustrations, but I want to make something clear: Ragnar isn't evil. A drunken oaf? Certainly. Is he strangely infatuated with me? Yes. He seems to think I'm some guiding light who can change him...anyway...that's getting into private matters...."
"Perhaps I was a bit too stern with him back there...but I was in critical condition, and in no mood for a passionate reunion, which is what Ragnar clearly wanted. He is...well, he's like a mischievous, willful dog. Something that causes you constant trouble, but that still has plenty of good qualities."
"Maybe you think I'm being too lenient, that I should jettison him from my life forever. That I won't do, as I know him better than you. I've seen him face down terrible odds...I've seen him get beaten to a pulp, and still refuse to quit...I've seen him help the downtrodden...."
She shakes her head, as if all these emotions and events are finally overwhelming her.
"If he promised you some sort of boon, I'll make sure he delivers. He actually is too weak to grant it now; I saw how depleted he is. I am also too weak, even after re-absorbing some of my power. But after a long, healing rest, I can also give you some sort of reward. So don't despair."
"In the meantime, what are we going to do with Raines, and this facility? His underlings have scattered, but I'm not concerned about them; without their leader, I doubt they'll cause much trouble. But Raines has proven himself a deadly foe. I wonder if there's a prison that can actually hold him...."
At that moment, a van squeals into the parking lot and slides to a stop about 40 feet from you. The doors open and....
In a few seconds, WeatherCore's energy fluctuations are no more. It's just a badly-damaged hunk of metal, circuits, and wires. The re-absorption visibly perks her up; she walks more confidently, and looks around with clear eyes. Still, she only floats slowly to the surface, and doesn't attempt any weather manipulation.
OOC:
She gains 1 dice in her primary cliche, so it's now up to (2)."I understand all your frustrations, but I want to make something clear: Ragnar isn't evil. A drunken oaf? Certainly. Is he strangely infatuated with me? Yes. He seems to think I'm some guiding light who can change him...anyway...that's getting into private matters...."
"Perhaps I was a bit too stern with him back there...but I was in critical condition, and in no mood for a passionate reunion, which is what Ragnar clearly wanted. He is...well, he's like a mischievous, willful dog. Something that causes you constant trouble, but that still has plenty of good qualities."
"Maybe you think I'm being too lenient, that I should jettison him from my life forever. That I won't do, as I know him better than you. I've seen him face down terrible odds...I've seen him get beaten to a pulp, and still refuse to quit...I've seen him help the downtrodden...."
She shakes her head, as if all these emotions and events are finally overwhelming her.
"If he promised you some sort of boon, I'll make sure he delivers. He actually is too weak to grant it now; I saw how depleted he is. I am also too weak, even after re-absorbing some of my power. But after a long, healing rest, I can also give you some sort of reward. So don't despair."
"In the meantime, what are we going to do with Raines, and this facility? His underlings have scattered, but I'm not concerned about them; without their leader, I doubt they'll cause much trouble. But Raines has proven himself a deadly foe. I wonder if there's a prison that can actually hold him...."
At that moment, a van squeals into the parking lot and slides to a stop about 40 feet from you. The doors open and....
Feb 25, 2025 8:39 pm
The van has a BOOM Channel 10 logo on the side. It's so bright and dynamic that even Small Fry would have trouble matching its gaudiness. You all recognize this as one of the local TV stations.
One of the doors opens, and a stunning, well-dressed blonde hops out and rushes towards you, microphone in hand. Despite her head-turning looks, what's really striking about her is her intense, business-like, can't-waste-a-second attitude. You all may find yourselves out of breath just watching her.
A pudgy middle-aged man follows behind her, a bulky TV camera on his shoulder. From his muttering and deliberately slower pace, you can guess working with this woman isn't his favorite assignment.
The woman stares at you all for about 2.5 seconds, then raises her hands triumphantly.
"That tip paid off! A superhuman battle, right near Small Town...and we're the first on the scene! Hurry up, Graham...Grant?...Gary?...before anyone else gets here!"
The cameraman eventually gets his gear rolling, and the woman is off to the races....
"This is Erin Blount, reporting for BOOM Channel 10! We're first on the scene at the Scanlon Weather Research facility, where apparently an epic battle of outrageous proportions has just occurred!"
"But who are the villains, and who are the heroes? What were the stakes? Is Small Town safe, or is this battle a harbinger of doom? Inquiring minds want to know! Tell us what happened, superhumans! And if you are villains, remember we're not to be harmed, as we're member of the press!"
Her stats:
Overzealous Reporter (3)
Unaware of How Hot She Is (3)
Cameraman:
Just a Cameraman (3)
One of the doors opens, and a stunning, well-dressed blonde hops out and rushes towards you, microphone in hand. Despite her head-turning looks, what's really striking about her is her intense, business-like, can't-waste-a-second attitude. You all may find yourselves out of breath just watching her.
[ +- ] Image
The woman stares at you all for about 2.5 seconds, then raises her hands triumphantly.
"That tip paid off! A superhuman battle, right near Small Town...and we're the first on the scene! Hurry up, Graham...Grant?...Gary?...before anyone else gets here!"
The cameraman eventually gets his gear rolling, and the woman is off to the races....
"This is Erin Blount, reporting for BOOM Channel 10! We're first on the scene at the Scanlon Weather Research facility, where apparently an epic battle of outrageous proportions has just occurred!"
"But who are the villains, and who are the heroes? What were the stakes? Is Small Town safe, or is this battle a harbinger of doom? Inquiring minds want to know! Tell us what happened, superhumans! And if you are villains, remember we're not to be harmed, as we're member of the press!"
Her stats:
Overzealous Reporter (3)
Unaware of How Hot She Is (3)
Cameraman:
Just a Cameraman (3)
Feb 25, 2025 10:06 pm
Small Fry replies to Meghana, "If I may, I’d rather the boon come from you than him. I’ve met my sha—"
She freezes a moment as the reporter barges in.
I am so not in the mood fo—
She involuntarily shrinks to fairy-size, her eyes roaming the gorgeous relative-gargantuan.
She flutters, as if in a trance, before a mic that’s as big as she is.
"I’m Small Fry of Small Town, Miss Blount… the villain is unconscious. We stopped him, saved her, and… I hope any authority figures or playboy-billionaires with secret containment units in their mansions happen to be tuning in. Because Dr. Raines is very dangerous.
"But we got your backs, Small Town. I hope that makes you feel… safe."
Small Fry is lost in Erin’s eyes.
(Could be she loses a Hopeless Romantic die, but with a win, recovers a Sunshine and Rainbiw?)
She freezes a moment as the reporter barges in.
I am so not in the mood fo—
She involuntarily shrinks to fairy-size, her eyes roaming the gorgeous relative-gargantuan.
She flutters, as if in a trance, before a mic that’s as big as she is.
"I’m Small Fry of Small Town, Miss Blount… the villain is unconscious. We stopped him, saved her, and… I hope any authority figures or playboy-billionaires with secret containment units in their mansions happen to be tuning in. Because Dr. Raines is very dangerous.
"But we got your backs, Small Town. I hope that makes you feel… safe."
Small Fry is lost in Erin’s eyes.
OOC:
Gonna roll SF’s hopeless romantic vs. the reporter’s hot stat. I don’t expect to win, but SF’s confidence will go one way or the other.(Could be she loses a Hopeless Romantic die, but with a win, recovers a Sunshine and Rainbiw?)
[ +- ] 💖 Hopeless Romantic
Small Fry wants to live a normal life. She wants to find love. Or at least a BFF who also wished Barbie could talk?
Rolls
Hopeless Romantic - (2d6)
(51) = 6
Feb 26, 2025 12:03 am
Rocketeer lets off an impressed whistle and accepts Rebound's handshake. "Nice work on the alliteration. It's good to meet you, Rebound. I'm Rocketeer, a rocket-powered heroine rocking this little region with her remarkable skills. I hope we can raise a rousing rapport going forward. To answer your question, it's a bit of a crossover. I don't normally run with a team, but after this whole thing, I'm thinking of changing that."
"All that will be up to the authorities from this point," Rocketeer responds to Meghana. "Our work here is done-"
She's interrupted by the screeching arrival of the news van. Of course the media gets here first. Cops are always lax in lazy little places like this.
She presents a smile anyway as Erin Blount rushes up to them. "The villain is most definitely this man right here." She presents the unconscious Raines. "Dr. Elias Raines. This particular Scanlon weather research facility was a front to hide his activities. He'd developed a device called the WeatherCore that would, you guessed it, control the weather on a massive scale once fully powered. Planned to use it to seize power, but we stopped him before he could fully charge it. The kicker is, he captured this woman and siphoned her powers for his device. But now, the only thing he's going to rule over is a prison cell."
"All that will be up to the authorities from this point," Rocketeer responds to Meghana. "Our work here is done-"
She's interrupted by the screeching arrival of the news van. Of course the media gets here first. Cops are always lax in lazy little places like this.
She presents a smile anyway as Erin Blount rushes up to them. "The villain is most definitely this man right here." She presents the unconscious Raines. "Dr. Elias Raines. This particular Scanlon weather research facility was a front to hide his activities. He'd developed a device called the WeatherCore that would, you guessed it, control the weather on a massive scale once fully powered. Planned to use it to seize power, but we stopped him before he could fully charge it. The kicker is, he captured this woman and siphoned her powers for his device. But now, the only thing he's going to rule over is a prison cell."
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Feb 26, 2025 12:13 am
OOC:
Your request is reasonable, SF...but you lost, so that timeline is no more....😭To Small Fry: "So Small Town has a...small protector! But though physically small, she surely has courage and compassion in abundance!"
Wait, was that flirting?
"Or does she?!"
Guess not....
To Rocketeer: "A kidnapping...advanced tech...a sinister plot...a villain defeated...quite the adventure you've all had! Tell me, do you have a team name? What are your next plans? Will you be sticking around Small Town long-term, or do you plan to move on to bigger and better things...and leave this rural area undefended? What's your opinion on OmniCorp's influence in this region? They had a superhero team that occasionally turned up here, as I'm sure full-time heroes such as yourselves are aware!"
She pokes the microphone at Shield Maiden and Rebound: "Chime in any time! I want real answers...real news...real drama!"
Rolls
Unaware of How Hot She Is - (3d6)
(634) = 13
Feb 26, 2025 4:00 am
Erin Blount says:
"So Small Town has a...small protector! But though physically small, she surely has courage and compassion in abundance!"Or does she?!"
"Yes, she duh… I mean—I do!" Small Fry awkward-smiles at the camera. Not exactly feeling courageous at the moment, she decides to compassionately leave the mic to her teammates. She becomes a tiny spark, then tinier, then too tiny for any human- or camera-eye!
Feb 26, 2025 11:38 am
The Shield Maiden is flustered by the reporter's aggressiveness. "Um... I think we're going to stay here for a bit... Protect Small Town from the big bads." She shrugs, a bit out of her league.
Feb 27, 2025 5:57 am
With Erin Blount suddenly bursting onto the scene with her traditional show-stopping verve, Rebound shifted slightly towards the back of the group. It didn't seem right to step into the spotlight when he'd missed the party after all ... and it gave him a second to try and tie up a loose end. Reaching into one of the pockets of his jacket, he produced a small blue disc with an angular "R" painted on one side, squeezing the edge between thumb and forefinger. While his eyes were pointed towards the camera, he shifting his weight a bit to put his body between the hand with the disc as he pulled it out of his pocket, closing his eyes behind the unmoving golden lenses of his mask.
Rebound was sure that at his full strength, Ragnar would be we outside of his range, but he was hurt, uncertain of his destination, and most importantly in the air. Even mystical forces had to generate kinetic force to push him through the air, and just by virtue of his weight, he was generating a lot more than the wind around him, meaning he was a bright, wobbling light against a black field to Rebound's kinetic senses. Of course, a steady flight path would've made the shot earlier, but Rebound was pretty sure that between the cape and the breast plate, Ragnar wouldn't feel the tracer hit him, so he didn't have to be too subtle.
So, when Rebound snapped his fingers to flick the tracer through the air, there was a sharp crack like the tip of a whip breaking the sound barrier, a tiny flickering disc cutting its path through the air on an intercept course with a demigod. He wasn't going to follow the big guy too closely, but if his night turned into more than a boisterous bar crawl to rally his injured spirits, it'd be good to know exactly where the cavalry was needed.
"Ms. Blount, may I call you Erin?" Rebound started, assuming his little display would draw eyes to him, "I assure you, Heroes go where we are needed. The good people of Small Town have nothing to fear." he offered, seeing Small Fry and Shield Maiden stumble under her barrage fo questions.
"Unfortunately, this foul foe is need of real medical attention, as is his former hostage." he made a conciliatory bow of his head, "If you could furnish us with a card, I think an interview can be arranged, one where all these details can be properly aired out. For the moment though, I think it best we make our flashiest departures...?" he let that final statement drift off into a question as he glanced back at the rest of the heroic quartet. It was, after all, their show, but he was getting pretty strong "unprepared" vibes from them.
Rebound was sure that at his full strength, Ragnar would be we outside of his range, but he was hurt, uncertain of his destination, and most importantly in the air. Even mystical forces had to generate kinetic force to push him through the air, and just by virtue of his weight, he was generating a lot more than the wind around him, meaning he was a bright, wobbling light against a black field to Rebound's kinetic senses. Of course, a steady flight path would've made the shot earlier, but Rebound was pretty sure that between the cape and the breast plate, Ragnar wouldn't feel the tracer hit him, so he didn't have to be too subtle.
So, when Rebound snapped his fingers to flick the tracer through the air, there was a sharp crack like the tip of a whip breaking the sound barrier, a tiny flickering disc cutting its path through the air on an intercept course with a demigod. He wasn't going to follow the big guy too closely, but if his night turned into more than a boisterous bar crawl to rally his injured spirits, it'd be good to know exactly where the cavalry was needed.
"Ms. Blount, may I call you Erin?" Rebound started, assuming his little display would draw eyes to him, "I assure you, Heroes go where we are needed. The good people of Small Town have nothing to fear." he offered, seeing Small Fry and Shield Maiden stumble under her barrage fo questions.
"Unfortunately, this foul foe is need of real medical attention, as is his former hostage." he made a conciliatory bow of his head, "If you could furnish us with a card, I think an interview can be arranged, one where all these details can be properly aired out. For the moment though, I think it best we make our flashiest departures...?" he let that final statement drift off into a question as he glanced back at the rest of the heroic quartet. It was, after all, their show, but he was getting pretty strong "unprepared" vibes from them.
OOC:
Incidentally, as a Bouncing Kinetic Hero, would it be fair to assume I know a place where we can drop off Dr. Raines that he won't immediately Science his way out of?Rolls
Kinetic Bouncing Hero to stick a Tracer on Ragnar From Long Range - (4d6)
(3131) = 8
Feb 27, 2025 9:51 pm
The tracer sails through the air, directly towards Ragnar, even though the demi-god is a good distance away.
But then the raging beer-lover veers off course, down into some woods so he can work off some aggression by whacking a few trees. You all hear a faint peal of thunder, rather than a raging storm; Ragnar is still weakened, after all. In fact, this brief exertion is extremely taxing to him; panting, he takes to the air again, regretting his pit-stop.
The flung tracer ends up in a swampy area and fizzles out.
But then the raging beer-lover veers off course, down into some woods so he can work off some aggression by whacking a few trees. You all hear a faint peal of thunder, rather than a raging storm; Ragnar is still weakened, after all. In fact, this brief exertion is extremely taxing to him; panting, he takes to the air again, regretting his pit-stop.
The flung tracer ends up in a swampy area and fizzles out.
OOC:
Rebound doesn't lose dice, as this was a target number roll.Feb 27, 2025 10:11 pm
As for Raines's imprisonment, Meghana has something to say about that....
"There is no facility nearby that I'd trust to hold this villain. I recommend taking him to Tartarus Island."
You all have heard of Tartarus, though your specific knowledge depends on your backstory. It's a high-tech prison for superhumans that sits on an island off the coast of Metro City. Human rights activists question its legendary harshness, but few villains escape.
"I'm not in need of medical attention, newcomer, though I appreciate the concern. Raines here is the one who needs aid...though if he doesn't get it immediately, I won't shed a tear."
"I can transport Raines to Tarturus myself. The journey is long, but my strength recovers by the minute, while Raines remains harmless. I can cloak us in stormclouds, to hide us from interested parties. And while I feel nothing but spite for this man, I promise you that I won't harm him further...nor will I let anyone else harm him."
"What the prison has in store for him, however, is beyond my purview."
"After that task is complete, I can return here and grant your boon...perhaps by mid-day tomorrow? I should have sufficient power by then."
She waits for your response....
"There is no facility nearby that I'd trust to hold this villain. I recommend taking him to Tartarus Island."
You all have heard of Tartarus, though your specific knowledge depends on your backstory. It's a high-tech prison for superhumans that sits on an island off the coast of Metro City. Human rights activists question its legendary harshness, but few villains escape.
"I'm not in need of medical attention, newcomer, though I appreciate the concern. Raines here is the one who needs aid...though if he doesn't get it immediately, I won't shed a tear."
"I can transport Raines to Tarturus myself. The journey is long, but my strength recovers by the minute, while Raines remains harmless. I can cloak us in stormclouds, to hide us from interested parties. And while I feel nothing but spite for this man, I promise you that I won't harm him further...nor will I let anyone else harm him."
"What the prison has in store for him, however, is beyond my purview."
"After that task is complete, I can return here and grant your boon...perhaps by mid-day tomorrow? I should have sufficient power by then."
She waits for your response....
Feb 27, 2025 10:17 pm
Erin frowns, and drums her fingers on her microphone impatiently.
"I want more, dammit! But I know you superhuman types have your secret identities, and always like to bail when the fighting's over...and let others clean up your messes...."
Still, she gives each of you her card. It's crammed with text: a home phone number, her personal number, her work number, her personal fax number, various numbers for BOOM Channel 10...and it lists her occupation as "Trailblazing Reporter and Truth Seeker."
"Contact me...and soon. I want exclusive interviews with all of you."
She doesn't leave, instead waiting around to see if anything else happens....
"I want more, dammit! But I know you superhuman types have your secret identities, and always like to bail when the fighting's over...and let others clean up your messes...."
Still, she gives each of you her card. It's crammed with text: a home phone number, her personal number, her work number, her personal fax number, various numbers for BOOM Channel 10...and it lists her occupation as "Trailblazing Reporter and Truth Seeker."
"Contact me...and soon. I want exclusive interviews with all of you."
She doesn't leave, instead waiting around to see if anything else happens....
Feb 27, 2025 11:35 pm
A barely visible spark appears a few feet overhead.
Small Fry gladly takes the card, but then realizes that she carrying anything limits the use of her power.
So she holds the card with her left hand, and her right index lights on fire. She uses her fiery finger to etch her own phone number on the back of the card, and signs it "Lily."
"I’d love a one-on-one with you," she says flirtatiously, though without any expectation that it could possibly go anywhere. She then turns to Meghana. "I’m not worried about him."
Small Fry then hesitates. A part of her wants to be more helpful. But another part of her thinks it best to let Meghana handle it. She needs to be better acquainted with her teammates, old and new.
"Haha! I mean, you obviously have this arrest under control! Thank you, Meghana." She would give her Jimmy Z’s address, but not in front of the Channel 10 camera! She can probably detect Shield Maiden’s shield or cat.
Small Fry gladly takes the card, but then realizes that she carrying anything limits the use of her power.
So she holds the card with her left hand, and her right index lights on fire. She uses her fiery finger to etch her own phone number on the back of the card, and signs it "Lily."
"I’d love a one-on-one with you," she says flirtatiously, though without any expectation that it could possibly go anywhere. She then turns to Meghana. "I’m not worried about him."
Small Fry then hesitates. A part of her wants to be more helpful. But another part of her thinks it best to let Meghana handle it. She needs to be better acquainted with her teammates, old and new.
"Haha! I mean, you obviously have this arrest under control! Thank you, Meghana." She would give her Jimmy Z’s address, but not in front of the Channel 10 camera! She can probably detect Shield Maiden’s shield or cat.
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I’m fine with letting Meghana take Raines.Feb 28, 2025 11:42 am
"Yes. Fare thee well, fellow Valkyrie," the Shield Maiden declares in her bold, valkyrie voice.
Feb 28, 2025 1:41 pm
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I'm fine with it as well!Tartarus Island. She's helped put away a number of villains in that hellhole while she was still with the Omni-Men under her old identity. She's hardly the sympathetic type when it comes to criminals, but in spite of that, she found her first time touring the prison to be rather disturbing. She hadn't even seen the lowest levels, which were reserved for the worst villains the country had to offer, many of them requiring specially tailored containment measures.
However, considering Raines' crimes and likelihood of escaping from normal prisons, she agrees to Meghana's proposed course of action. "We leave him in your hands then. He might even learn a little humility in there."
Seeing that Blount is lingering like a pest, Rocketeer figures it's time to make her exit. She wants to start on her repairs sooner rather than later. "I've gotta jet. Got a long night ahead of me. Just send up another rainbow and I'll be there tomorrow." Her damaged jets cough and sputter to life. She takes off into an unsteady flight, but she manages to right herself. Her droids trail behind her as she disappears into the horizon.
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About the droids, what will happen with them? Do I keep them, or will they revert to their base programming at some point? Or simply stop functioning?Feb 28, 2025 7:23 pm
Small Fry says agreeably, "A rainbow tomorrow. Then we got a secret meeting…"
She faces the camera.
"…that everyone watching channel 10 knows about. And they know about my ‘gay bat-signal.’ Oh, but we can fly, so as long as we meet in the sky instead of Starbucks…" Guilty look at the camera. "…or a different place whose name I didn’t blurt on the local news station, we can still call the meeting by rainbow."
Now she flutters up to the mic with confidence.
"Watch the skies, folks at home!"
Small Fry blazes a rainbow trail toward the ceiling, which she subatomically passes through!
She faces the camera.
"…that everyone watching channel 10 knows about. And they know about my ‘gay bat-signal.’ Oh, but we can fly, so as long as we meet in the sky instead of Starbucks…" Guilty look at the camera. "…or a different place whose name I didn’t blurt on the local news station, we can still call the meeting by rainbow."
Now she flutters up to the mic with confidence.
"Watch the skies, folks at home!"
Small Fry blazes a rainbow trail toward the ceiling, which she subatomically passes through!
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If petting that friendly dog on her way home can help her recover her emotion-based dice, she’ll do that. She’ll deal with Shrinker dice at home, probably…Feb 28, 2025 9:33 pm
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Rocketeer: You can keep the droids. You'll have to RP maintaining them occasionally. And since they're not originally your design, strange and fun things may happen in the future....Looks like everyone is ready to vamoose. I'd recommend you take the equivalent of a long rest, which will restore all your cliches. Either you'll go back to Jimmy Z's, or rest/repair somewhere on your own. Then I'll move the day forward to June 4. Yes, all these adventures thus far have occurred on June 3, just one in-game day!
If you still have unfinished business, RP it. But eventually I'll have to skip ahead.
Once you've rested, the team will meet up again, and Meghana (and Ragnar?) should show up.
Mar 1, 2025 1:12 am
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Alright, nice.After finishing her repairs and running diagnostics to make sure there's no issues, she sits down with the power core she grabbed from Lightning Strike and examines it for a while, thinking of how she could integrate it into her armor.
In the middle of her thorough analysis, her droids start to pester her, beeping insistently. "I'll run some maintenance on you guys in a while. But first, I need to unlock the secrets of this fascinating little device!" The droids seem to be satisfied, so they float off to some other part of the factory.
She works late into the night before she finally decides to rest.
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Rolling to understand the core if I canRolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (4d6)
(3445) = 16
Mar 1, 2025 2:41 am
Small Fry is back in the neighborhood where she found that friendly dog, Jefferson. She remains fairy-sized since the dog never did try to eat her like that.
"I have to admit, I always thought myself a cat-person. But a cat would definitely try to claw the flesh off of me." If no one is around to see her grow to her full size, she does just that so she can pet the dog for a while…
Once she’s at peace with everything that happened after the battle, she waits for the dog to sleep before she chooses a place to rest: inside the molecular structure of a hair follicle!
At subatomic size, it doesn’t matter what solid she embeds herself in. It’s the same electron stars whizzing about nuclei planets. Small Fry is like a little star at this size—a creature of pure energy.
She lived most of her life in this form…
Around dawn the next morning, Small Fry becomes a flea-sized spark. She flies up off the dog’s back and checks her surroundings…
"I have to admit, I always thought myself a cat-person. But a cat would definitely try to claw the flesh off of me." If no one is around to see her grow to her full size, she does just that so she can pet the dog for a while…
Once she’s at peace with everything that happened after the battle, she waits for the dog to sleep before she chooses a place to rest: inside the molecular structure of a hair follicle!
At subatomic size, it doesn’t matter what solid she embeds herself in. It’s the same electron stars whizzing about nuclei planets. Small Fry is like a little star at this size—a creature of pure energy.
She lived most of her life in this form…
Around dawn the next morning, Small Fry becomes a flea-sized spark. She flies up off the dog’s back and checks her surroundings…
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SF is trying to find out if Jefferson has a home.Mar 1, 2025 3:26 am
As a wise person once said, simplicity is the ultimate sophistication. Rocketeer probably gets an "engineering high" from examining the power core, as she realizes that its "basic" design masks countless hours of number-crunching, draftsmanship, and painstaking assembly.
For all of Raines's despotism, the man could design tech....
The core is an all-purpose battery; Rocketeer only has to create "adapters" to funnel different forms of energy into it. It would work well as a power source for her armor...but does she want to use it as a primary or auxiliary source?
Or will she create a standalone item, able to be used by her and her teammates? If she does consider them her teammates....
As for the safety of this: she's examined the core at the microscopic level, and is certain there are no Raines tricks hidden within its design. It's almost as if Raines was so confident in his eventual victory that he neglected certain security measures....
Primary power source -- you get Adaptive Power Modulation: the core allows Rocketeer to operate her armor more efficiently! If using Mad Rocket Scientist (the cliche that, in my opinion, best correlates with your armor), you get +1 to all rolls.
Auxiliary power source -- you get Last Stand: the extra energy from the core allows Rocketeer one final surge! If Mad Rocket Scientist gets reduced to zero dice in combat, you immediately get a special bonus attack instead of falling. You roll 3d6 for this attack (no pumps), and then get KOed, win or lose.
Standalone item -- you get Surge Bomb: toss the core at an enemy and watch them get engulfed in destructive energy! This is a 3d6 roll, can be used to attack or defend. The bomb has two charges, then must be recharged. (Most likely done during a long rest.) Rocketeer will carry the bomb, but anyone can use it at any time.
Choose one option only.
The team is supposedly meeting up around mid-day on June 4, so you have time to create whatever you choose, if you skimp on your sleep.
For all of Raines's despotism, the man could design tech....
The core is an all-purpose battery; Rocketeer only has to create "adapters" to funnel different forms of energy into it. It would work well as a power source for her armor...but does she want to use it as a primary or auxiliary source?
Or will she create a standalone item, able to be used by her and her teammates? If she does consider them her teammates....
As for the safety of this: she's examined the core at the microscopic level, and is certain there are no Raines tricks hidden within its design. It's almost as if Raines was so confident in his eventual victory that he neglected certain security measures....
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Primary power source -- you get Adaptive Power Modulation: the core allows Rocketeer to operate her armor more efficiently! If using Mad Rocket Scientist (the cliche that, in my opinion, best correlates with your armor), you get +1 to all rolls.
Auxiliary power source -- you get Last Stand: the extra energy from the core allows Rocketeer one final surge! If Mad Rocket Scientist gets reduced to zero dice in combat, you immediately get a special bonus attack instead of falling. You roll 3d6 for this attack (no pumps), and then get KOed, win or lose.
Standalone item -- you get Surge Bomb: toss the core at an enemy and watch them get engulfed in destructive energy! This is a 3d6 roll, can be used to attack or defend. The bomb has two charges, then must be recharged. (Most likely done during a long rest.) Rocketeer will carry the bomb, but anyone can use it at any time.
Choose one option only.
The team is supposedly meeting up around mid-day on June 4, so you have time to create whatever you choose, if you skimp on your sleep.
Mar 1, 2025 3:50 am
Jefferson does indeed have a home, as he's inside one of the trailers! He's asleep in a plush doggie bed in the living room, snoring soft doggy-snores.
As the light of dawn seeps into the trailer, Small Fry gets a better look around her. The trailer is clean, but sparsely furnished. She doesn't see any children's toys, or the tell-tale disorganization that comes with raising young'uns...nor does she see signs of any other pets.
In a few moments, there's stirring in the master bedroom. A man and a woman, both wearing nothing but underwear, walk into the kitchen, which is connected to the living room. They both seem young, maybe mid-20s at the most, and reasonably fit.
As they groggily fix breakfast, they mutter to each other about this and that. You're able to determine that the man works at the county landfill, the woman at Division of Social Services.
Jefferson briefly wakes up to glance at his masters, then returns to his dog-dreams.
As the light of dawn seeps into the trailer, Small Fry gets a better look around her. The trailer is clean, but sparsely furnished. She doesn't see any children's toys, or the tell-tale disorganization that comes with raising young'uns...nor does she see signs of any other pets.
In a few moments, there's stirring in the master bedroom. A man and a woman, both wearing nothing but underwear, walk into the kitchen, which is connected to the living room. They both seem young, maybe mid-20s at the most, and reasonably fit.
As they groggily fix breakfast, they mutter to each other about this and that. You're able to determine that the man works at the county landfill, the woman at Division of Social Services.
Jefferson briefly wakes up to glance at his masters, then returns to his dog-dreams.
Mar 1, 2025 12:41 pm
Small Fry is happy the dog has a home, but she certainly doesn’t want to spy on a couple. Now fully awake, she becomes small enough that she can no longer perceive the couple’s words, but not so small that she can’t tell a wall from a window. She floats toward the window’s light and subatomically escapes.
Outside, the now-fairly-sized super watches the sunrise. She considers the direction of the sun, and thinks about sending a pleasantly warm beam into the trailer window… but she doesn’t. Even a kindness would disrupt the two. She contemplates visiting them at a decent hour, but not today.
Back at Jimmy Z’s, human-sized Small Fry pours herself a teacup of water, stirs some soap into the cup until the surface is covered in foamy bubble, heats it in her hands. She places the cup by her laptop, searches for Eric Brock’s report, and adds the video to a playlist that is otherwise comprised mostly bands with a retro sound like La Luz, Girl Ray and The Orielles.
She then enjoys a teacup bath as she watches the news and a few music videos that she might just listen to without watching. The bubbles will provide privacy, should Victor, Jimmy Z or one of the new heroes walk in.
She’s covered by bubble and can magical-girl on a fairy outfit if anyone walks in on her.
Outside, the now-fairly-sized super watches the sunrise. She considers the direction of the sun, and thinks about sending a pleasantly warm beam into the trailer window… but she doesn’t. Even a kindness would disrupt the two. She contemplates visiting them at a decent hour, but not today.
[ +- ] ☀️🌈☀️🌈☀️🌈☀️🌈
Back at Jimmy Z’s, human-sized Small Fry pours herself a teacup of water, stirs some soap into the cup until the surface is covered in foamy bubble, heats it in her hands. She places the cup by her laptop, searches for Eric Brock’s report, and adds the video to a playlist that is otherwise comprised mostly bands with a retro sound like La Luz, Girl Ray and The Orielles.
She then enjoys a teacup bath as she watches the news and a few music videos that she might just listen to without watching. The bubbles will provide privacy, should Victor, Jimmy Z or one of the new heroes walk in.
[ +- ] Playlist after the Erin Blount clip ends
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TL;DR - SF wants to see herself on TV, if she can find a clip of Erin Blount interviewing the team.She’s covered by bubble and can magical-girl on a fairy outfit if anyone walks in on her.
Mar 1, 2025 9:05 pm
BOOM Channel 10 has the full interview up on their YouTube page, with only light editing to keep the pacing brisk.
After you all left, Erin stayed, and there's footage of the authorities finally showing up at the facility. Cops and various other official-looking people pore over the area...but most move hesitantly, and have quizzical looks on their faces. Not surprising, since the area isn't exactly a hotbed of superhuman activity.
Erin gets a statement from Sheriff Alvin Highsmith, a white-haired man who looks like he can't wait to retire. He mumbles some thanks, and says he hopes "this unnamed superhero team will work closely with the community to keep everyone safe."
Erin then sums up her reporting: "My impression is that this team is more a motley band of misfits than a well-functioning unit. Will they ever establish rapport, and be an asset to the Small Town region? Time will tell. All of them have promised me exclusive interviews, so I'll deliver more news to you faithful viewers soon!"
"And what about Dr. Elias Raines? Why did he establish his lair here? How could he afford to buy or lease this facility, and then create such impressive tech? And will Tartarus Island really hold him? Many questions...and I'll keep searching for the answers! This is Erin Blount, reporting for BOOM Channel 10!"
This video already has 50k views, which makes it by far BOOM's most-watched clip this week. And since it's YouTube, there are comments:
"DAMN, Erin's fine! King Arthur couldn't pull me out."
"They're ALL smoking. And that one dude doesn't skip calf day."
"Resist temptation, and embrace Christ as your savior! 🙏🙏🙏"
"Always a religion nut here...😡"
"I wonder if they'll fight the REAL corruption going on in this country, or just beat up poor people!"
"Yeah, Raines looked real fuckin poor, ya knuckle-dragging douchebag."
"See you've made your big debut! Talk soon! 💗💙💚- Jet Black."
After you all left, Erin stayed, and there's footage of the authorities finally showing up at the facility. Cops and various other official-looking people pore over the area...but most move hesitantly, and have quizzical looks on their faces. Not surprising, since the area isn't exactly a hotbed of superhuman activity.
Erin gets a statement from Sheriff Alvin Highsmith, a white-haired man who looks like he can't wait to retire. He mumbles some thanks, and says he hopes "this unnamed superhero team will work closely with the community to keep everyone safe."
Erin then sums up her reporting: "My impression is that this team is more a motley band of misfits than a well-functioning unit. Will they ever establish rapport, and be an asset to the Small Town region? Time will tell. All of them have promised me exclusive interviews, so I'll deliver more news to you faithful viewers soon!"
"And what about Dr. Elias Raines? Why did he establish his lair here? How could he afford to buy or lease this facility, and then create such impressive tech? And will Tartarus Island really hold him? Many questions...and I'll keep searching for the answers! This is Erin Blount, reporting for BOOM Channel 10!"
This video already has 50k views, which makes it by far BOOM's most-watched clip this week. And since it's YouTube, there are comments:
"DAMN, Erin's fine! King Arthur couldn't pull me out."
"They're ALL smoking. And that one dude doesn't skip calf day."
"Resist temptation, and embrace Christ as your savior! 🙏🙏🙏"
"Always a religion nut here...😡"
"I wonder if they'll fight the REAL corruption going on in this country, or just beat up poor people!"
"Yeah, Raines looked real fuckin poor, ya knuckle-dragging douchebag."
"See you've made your big debut! Talk soon! 💗💙💚- Jet Black."
Mar 1, 2025 10:08 pm
Okay… that shrinking heart emoji is clearly meant for my attention. And it’s working… maybe she’s not just a cold-blooded merc.
Small Fry flits out of her teacup bath, shrinking so the water can’t cling to her skin, then growing back completely dry. She taps the screen to reply to Jet Black, then hops from button to button on her keyboard.
looking forward to it, jet - small fry
It’s hard to capitalize and punctuate when you’re about the size of a finger, but Small Fry typing with small letters kinda works.
She gets back to enjoying her bath, watching the backs of her eyelids instead of the videos while her music plays.
Small Fry flits out of her teacup bath, shrinking so the water can’t cling to her skin, then growing back completely dry. She taps the screen to reply to Jet Black, then hops from button to button on her keyboard.
looking forward to it, jet - small fry
It’s hard to capitalize and punctuate when you’re about the size of a finger, but Small Fry typing with small letters kinda works.
She gets back to enjoying her bath, watching the backs of her eyelids instead of the videos while her music plays.
Mar 2, 2025 7:15 pm
It's now mid-day, June 4th. Another hot summer day, with barely a cloud in the sky. You've all rested and repaired, and are ready for whatever adventures come next. With yesterday's epic battle and media exposure, you've gained some local notoriety. What will it lead to?
Clean and refreshed, Small Fry steps outside, onto Jimmy Z's front lawn. She conjures a massive rainbow in the sky above, with quintessential Small Fry flair. The beacon, for the team to meet up....
Jimmy Z opens his garage door and sits on a lawn chair, tuning a guitar and watching to see what happens.
Clean and refreshed, Small Fry steps outside, onto Jimmy Z's front lawn. She conjures a massive rainbow in the sky above, with quintessential Small Fry flair. The beacon, for the team to meet up....
Jimmy Z opens his garage door and sits on a lawn chair, tuning a guitar and watching to see what happens.
Mar 2, 2025 7:37 pm
You feel a cool breeze mercifully blow through the yard, and then a woman descends from the sky, landing gracefully near Small Fry. It's Meghana, back to full strength, with her clothes either replaced or regenerated.
You now see her as she normally is: confident, stern, but not callous. Like an empress who floats above normal concerns....
"Hello, Small Fry. I hope you're all healed up from yesterday's conflict. It actually took me longer to recover than anticipated, but I feel much better now."
"I delivered Raines to Tartarus without incident. The staff there had seen various reports about the villain's actions, and didn't need any convincing to take him. My word, of course, also carries some weight."
"Have you seen Ragnar today? I just returned to Small Town, and haven't searched for him yet. He's probably hungover in a ditch...anyway, he can wait. Here."
She reaches into her garments and hands Small Fry four ornate necklaces, seemingly woven from strands of silver mist, yet solid to the touch. The pendants are a swirling spiral of deep blue sapphire, crackling faintly with trapped lightning when held to the light. Tiny etchings of storm clouds and wind currents dance across its surface, shifting subtly as though responding to the wearer’s breath.
When worn, the air around the bearer feels ever so slightly charged, as if a storm is always just on the horizon, waiting to answer their call. Occasionally, a faint whisper of wind circles the wearer, ruffling hair and clothing even in still air.
"I call them Storm's Favor. I made one for each of you...even the bouncing newcomer who didn't do much. Concentrate on their energy, and you can shift the tides of fate in your favor. Wear them well."
The mechanics: You can roll any cliche with advantage once per day. You must decide to do this before you'd normally roll. Recharges during a long rest, or equivalent.
Yes, each necklace has this, so you're looking at 4 potential advantage rolls per day.
If a character doesn't want the benefit, they can give their necklace to someone else.
You now see her as she normally is: confident, stern, but not callous. Like an empress who floats above normal concerns....
"Hello, Small Fry. I hope you're all healed up from yesterday's conflict. It actually took me longer to recover than anticipated, but I feel much better now."
"I delivered Raines to Tartarus without incident. The staff there had seen various reports about the villain's actions, and didn't need any convincing to take him. My word, of course, also carries some weight."
"Have you seen Ragnar today? I just returned to Small Town, and haven't searched for him yet. He's probably hungover in a ditch...anyway, he can wait. Here."
She reaches into her garments and hands Small Fry four ornate necklaces, seemingly woven from strands of silver mist, yet solid to the touch. The pendants are a swirling spiral of deep blue sapphire, crackling faintly with trapped lightning when held to the light. Tiny etchings of storm clouds and wind currents dance across its surface, shifting subtly as though responding to the wearer’s breath.
When worn, the air around the bearer feels ever so slightly charged, as if a storm is always just on the horizon, waiting to answer their call. Occasionally, a faint whisper of wind circles the wearer, ruffling hair and clothing even in still air.
"I call them Storm's Favor. I made one for each of you...even the bouncing newcomer who didn't do much. Concentrate on their energy, and you can shift the tides of fate in your favor. Wear them well."
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As she said, there are four of them, so everyone gets the benefit, as long as they choose to wear or keep the necklace on their person!The mechanics: You can roll any cliche with advantage once per day. You must decide to do this before you'd normally roll. Recharges during a long rest, or equivalent.
Yes, each necklace has this, so you're looking at 4 potential advantage rolls per day.
If a character doesn't want the benefit, they can give their necklace to someone else.
Mar 2, 2025 11:04 pm
During her conversation with Meghana, Small Fry gets a text message from Eliza Caldwell:
"Come see me ASAP. Bring the team."
"Come see me ASAP. Bring the team."
Mar 3, 2025 12:48 am
Small Fry is outside with a cell phone as big as she is, in case she needs to call or text like a normal person. But the rainbow draws Meghana’s attention!
Small Fry gladly accepts the necklace. When asked about Ragnar, she replies, "No, and I’m not going to call him or look for him. But I’m not going to hold a permanent, unwavering grudge either. He needs to apologize to you. Saving your life doesn’t excuse the way he talked."
Sure, Jimmy Z’s there watching, but… Small Fry takes a chance he’s just going to ogle hot supers, including Rebound, when he shows up. So while none of the team is here, she sorta confides in Meghana, "I stopped aging decades ago. Times changed. ‘Bitch’ isn’t as powerful a word as ‘misogynist,’ so… I know you can take it, but for other women’s sake, please don’t.
"Ragnar and I are not on speaking terms until he’s apologized to you, okay?"
Small Fry gladly accepts the necklace. When asked about Ragnar, she replies, "No, and I’m not going to call him or look for him. But I’m not going to hold a permanent, unwavering grudge either. He needs to apologize to you. Saving your life doesn’t excuse the way he talked."
Sure, Jimmy Z’s there watching, but… Small Fry takes a chance he’s just going to ogle hot supers, including Rebound, when he shows up. So while none of the team is here, she sorta confides in Meghana, "I stopped aging decades ago. Times changed. ‘Bitch’ isn’t as powerful a word as ‘misogynist,’ so… I know you can take it, but for other women’s sake, please don’t.
"Ragnar and I are not on speaking terms until he’s apologized to you, okay?"
Mar 3, 2025 1:22 am
The roar of jet engines signals Rocketeer's arrival. With the power core installed, she can feel a marked difference in how her armor flies and moves. A more prideful genius might balk at the thought of casually using another genius' work, but not Rocketeer. She figures if it's there, then she should take it, understand it, and use it.
After reaching the location of Small Fry's colorful beacon, she slows down and lands in the street in front of Jimmy Z's house. "Good morning, you two!" She salutes Small Fry and Meghana. "And good morning to you too. Didn't see you there." She also greets Jimmy as she steps on the yard.
After reaching the location of Small Fry's colorful beacon, she slows down and lands in the street in front of Jimmy Z's house. "Good morning, you two!" She salutes Small Fry and Meghana. "And good morning to you too. Didn't see you there." She also greets Jimmy as she steps on the yard.
Mar 3, 2025 2:21 am
Jimmy pushes down his sunglasses to get a good look at Meghana and Rocketeer.
"Looks like the team's in flux. Interesting...."
"Well, as long as I get my rent money, and ya'll keep stickin' it to The Man, we're golden."
He strums a few notes on the guitar, then chuckles.
"Oh, and how bout ya'll get some media trainin', or just fly away when those wannabe Woodwards and Bernsteins show up? Lettin' some hack like Erin Blount control the narrative is frickin' ridiculous!"
"Looks like the team's in flux. Interesting...."
"Well, as long as I get my rent money, and ya'll keep stickin' it to The Man, we're golden."
He strums a few notes on the guitar, then chuckles.
"Oh, and how bout ya'll get some media trainin', or just fly away when those wannabe Woodwards and Bernsteins show up? Lettin' some hack like Erin Blount control the narrative is frickin' ridiculous!"
Mar 3, 2025 2:44 am
"Oh, right. Jimmy Z, Rocketeer and Meghana. Rocketeer and Meghana, Jimmy Z. He’s my landlord."
Before she can show off the necklace—which, being made of magical energy, can adjust itself to fit a fairy body!—Small Fry’s phone dings.
"Oh, Rocketeer! You remember that girl genius, Eliza, right? She wants us to come over her house."
Small Fry taps her screen to reply.
HEY, ELIZA! YOU’RE LUCKY YOU CAUGHT ME WHEN I HAD MY PHONE! I USUALLY DON’T!
OKAY, YEAH I KNOW CUZ YOU'RE SMART.
ANYWAY, WE’LL SEE YOU IN A BIT. JUST GOTTA WAIT FOR THE NEW GUY!
Before she can show off the necklace—which, being made of magical energy, can adjust itself to fit a fairy body!—Small Fry’s phone dings.
"Oh, Rocketeer! You remember that girl genius, Eliza, right? She wants us to come over her house."
Small Fry taps her screen to reply.
HEY, ELIZA! YOU’RE LUCKY YOU CAUGHT ME WHEN I HAD MY PHONE! I USUALLY DON’T!
OKAY, YEAH I KNOW CUZ YOU'RE SMART.
ANYWAY, WE’LL SEE YOU IN A BIT. JUST GOTTA WAIT FOR THE NEW GUY!
Mar 3, 2025 8:04 am
Honestly, once the team had split up, Rebound hadn't had a whole lot on his agenda. He'd put out a few applications (no matter how small the town there was always a kitchen that needed a dish washer or something), got himself a non-resident library card, and spent some time as Derek O'Shay looking into local news while bopping to the tunes in his wireless earbuds. Mostly, he was trying to get a feel on the mayor and sheriff. Sure, Erin had been quick to ask if they were setting up shop here in Small Town, but she was a reporter. Sensational, eye-grabbing news was her bread and butter. It was true that a local team would drive up tourism, maybe draw in a little more business and some curious new residents, but the city could match that energy with a new seasonal festival. Permanent hero teams had an impact on insurance rates, property values, lots of little things that could put a squeeze on small town finances. If they weren't regularly doing super-stuff, the good will could dry up pretty quick, and Rebound wasn't looking to put down roots anyplace that didn't want him. It also gave him an opportunity to check Blount's bylines, see how likely she was burn them at the first sign of trouble. Connections with the press could be helpful, but, in a world of shape shifters and psychics the "truth" was often more complicated than a soundbite allowed. Basic research, really.
He started the new day bright and early, already hopping the roof tops as the sun was peaking up over the horizon. The June heat was oppressive, and would only get worse once the tarmac heated up, but one of the benefits of having a mobility-oriented power set was that he could use the rushing air to cool himself off a bit while doing a routine patrol. The cellphone in his jacket pocket was feeding Blout's segment to his ear from Channel 10's Youtube page, something he winced a bit at internally.
"...I don't recall making any promises, and that was before you went and called me a 'misfit'." he muttered to himself, handplanting onto a street light and turning a lazy dive into a cartwheel as he moved perpendicular to the street. Well, he was pretty blatantly stalling for time for the group as a whole to get their story straight. "...Should really get a group name nailed down before the media lands on one themselves." he added. That was around the time he saw the rainbow bloom in the sky to his south, arresting his forward momentum into a one-armed handstand at the top of a billboard. Taking a moment to press "Like" and "Subscribe" with his thumb, he swung his body back the way he'd come and kicked the advertisement to bring himself into a tight spin, shooting across the town in the direction of the signal.
"HEADS UP! Rebound's voice called down from someplace up high. It might've been a little careless to take the high-angle approach with so many weather manipulators in town, but Rebound had a certain fondness for dropping right out of the sun, which on this occasion put the rainbow right behind him as his shadow started growing on the front lawn. When he came down, there was no slowing at all, just a full-speed crash into the earth. However, rather than flattening out, he popped back up like a rubber ball, bleeding off the excess energy with a rapid spin that hid his features until he snapped out of it into a light-footed landing, bowing lowly.
"Hey. Hope I didn't make you wait, wasn't sure I was invited." as he straightened up, he put a hand out, and a food delivery bag dropped out of the sky into his outstretch palm, "So, I brought some food along as a peace offering. Didn't know what people liked, so it's just like cheese, crackers, and cold cuts, but it's better than showing up empty handed, right?"
He started the new day bright and early, already hopping the roof tops as the sun was peaking up over the horizon. The June heat was oppressive, and would only get worse once the tarmac heated up, but one of the benefits of having a mobility-oriented power set was that he could use the rushing air to cool himself off a bit while doing a routine patrol. The cellphone in his jacket pocket was feeding Blout's segment to his ear from Channel 10's Youtube page, something he winced a bit at internally.
"...I don't recall making any promises, and that was before you went and called me a 'misfit'." he muttered to himself, handplanting onto a street light and turning a lazy dive into a cartwheel as he moved perpendicular to the street. Well, he was pretty blatantly stalling for time for the group as a whole to get their story straight. "...Should really get a group name nailed down before the media lands on one themselves." he added. That was around the time he saw the rainbow bloom in the sky to his south, arresting his forward momentum into a one-armed handstand at the top of a billboard. Taking a moment to press "Like" and "Subscribe" with his thumb, he swung his body back the way he'd come and kicked the advertisement to bring himself into a tight spin, shooting across the town in the direction of the signal.
"HEADS UP! Rebound's voice called down from someplace up high. It might've been a little careless to take the high-angle approach with so many weather manipulators in town, but Rebound had a certain fondness for dropping right out of the sun, which on this occasion put the rainbow right behind him as his shadow started growing on the front lawn. When he came down, there was no slowing at all, just a full-speed crash into the earth. However, rather than flattening out, he popped back up like a rubber ball, bleeding off the excess energy with a rapid spin that hid his features until he snapped out of it into a light-footed landing, bowing lowly.
"Hey. Hope I didn't make you wait, wasn't sure I was invited." as he straightened up, he put a hand out, and a food delivery bag dropped out of the sky into his outstretch palm, "So, I brought some food along as a peace offering. Didn't know what people liked, so it's just like cheese, crackers, and cold cuts, but it's better than showing up empty handed, right?"
Mar 3, 2025 11:26 am
Small Fry grows to a whopping 4’10", and just for rebound, she uses her power to form a ball-bit pattern on her sundress. (Well… it’s a yellow dress with pink, red, blue and aqua dots of various sizes. But it’s her first attempt at a patterned dress.)
"Yes, you’re invited! Meghana even brought you a necklace."
She contemplates the food. "I usually hunt and kill microorganisms for food, but y’know…?" Small Fry makes a cracker-meat-cheese sandwich, with a notable presence for the spicy. "Oh—lemme get everyone some tea. Be right back!"
@Dmbrainiac
Small Fry is in and out in about a minute.There are cups and tea bags, and Small Fry insists on pouring the water. Judging by the tropical heat felt by anyone within five feet of her, Small Fry is apparently using her powers to heat the water.
During snack time, Small Fry fills Rebound in on the apparent mission of the day. (If the day only has one, this time!)
"We met a girl-genius yesterday, sometime between settling a ‘crappy’ situation with our neighbor and rescuing our fair weather-friend." She gestures toward Meghana, hoping that the presence of a stunning demigoddess somehow compensates for her own cringey puns. "Her name’s Eliza, age eleven I think. She makes robotic animals with self-aware AI."
"Yes, you’re invited! Meghana even brought you a necklace."
She contemplates the food. "I usually hunt and kill microorganisms for food, but y’know…?" Small Fry makes a cracker-meat-cheese sandwich, with a notable presence for the spicy. "Oh—lemme get everyone some tea. Be right back!"
@Dmbrainiac
Small Fry is in and out in about a minute.
[ +- ] Victor / SM
While inside, Small Fry says to Victor (or Shield Maiden), "Rebound brought snacks, so I’m gonna offer tea. But a cup o’ tea ain’t everyone’s cup o’ tea, so if you wanna offer soda or something..?"
During snack time, Small Fry fills Rebound in on the apparent mission of the day. (If the day only has one, this time!)
"We met a girl-genius yesterday, sometime between settling a ‘crappy’ situation with our neighbor and rescuing our fair weather-friend." She gestures toward Meghana, hoping that the presence of a stunning demigoddess somehow compensates for her own cringey puns. "Her name’s Eliza, age eleven I think. She makes robotic animals with self-aware AI."
Mar 3, 2025 12:41 pm
The Shield Maiden flew back to Victor's apartment on her winged sandals. Once there, she changed back into Victor with a boom of thunder. Immediately, the young man flopped onto the bed, drained from all of the energy he had expended while transformed into the valkyrie.
Hilde hopped onto the bed beside him. "That was the longest amount of time you've spent in Maiden-form yet," the cat purred. "You're going to need to train more to avoid something like this happening again. Still, well done today, Victor."
Victor mumbled something unintelligible before he began to snore softly. Hilde curled up beside him.
Victor slept heavily, only awakening when his phone started buzzing from Small Fry's text. He eventually shows up at Jimmy Z's house, holding a shopping bag with two 2-liters of Mountain Dew. "Hey. What's goin' on now?" he mumbles, still groggy with sleep.
Hilde hopped onto the bed beside him. "That was the longest amount of time you've spent in Maiden-form yet," the cat purred. "You're going to need to train more to avoid something like this happening again. Still, well done today, Victor."
Victor mumbled something unintelligible before he began to snore softly. Hilde curled up beside him.
Victor slept heavily, only awakening when his phone started buzzing from Small Fry's text. He eventually shows up at Jimmy Z's house, holding a shopping bag with two 2-liters of Mountain Dew. "Hey. What's goin' on now?" he mumbles, still groggy with sleep.
Mar 3, 2025 3:13 pm
Small Fry pours a steaming cup (guests first, or herself if no one else wants tea on a hot day). She doesn’t take a second helping on the crackers and such, though she’s clearly contemplating it… Rebound might have noticed SF really seemed to enjoy the cracker, like a lot for a simple snack. Victor, on the other hand, may not recall ever having seen Lily eat much, if at all.
"We’re meeting Eliza, she replies to Victor. "She didn’t tell us why. Just ‘bring the team.’" A little embarrassed, she admits, "Haha! I thought we might talk about whether or not to change the team name, but then that text came like half an hour after I shined the rainbow. Oh… I should probably.. turn it off." The rainbow fades, perhaps, at Small Fry’s will.
"We’re meeting Eliza, she replies to Victor. "She didn’t tell us why. Just ‘bring the team.’" A little embarrassed, she admits, "Haha! I thought we might talk about whether or not to change the team name, but then that text came like half an hour after I shined the rainbow. Oh… I should probably.. turn it off." The rainbow fades, perhaps, at Small Fry’s will.
Mar 3, 2025 9:21 pm
Meghana nibbles on some crackers, and sips some tea, but it seems she's doing it out of politeness more than hunger or thirst. After she's finished her quick snack, she creates a tiny rainshower to wash her hands, then some swirling wind to dry them.
She then looks at Small Fry with a...sisterly expression?
To her: "You're quite stubborn when it comes to justice and fairness, aren't you? Well, rest assured: I won't let Ragnar off the hook. I'm mainly searching for him to make sure he hasn't hurt himself or others. Once I'm certain of that, I'll extract that apology from him, and then return to my country...without Ragnar. No offense, but America has never been my favorite place."
"A word of caution, size-shifter: don't be too adamantine in your morality. If you are, you may break rather than bend. There are plenty of flawed heroes and anti-heroes in this world...rejecting them all permanently will lead to a lonely existence."
To everyone: "I thank you all again. Saving a wielder of a so-called Celestial Weapon is no small feat. Well, technically you saved two, since Ragnar fell in battle. While we part now, I'm confident fate will bring us together again."
A cool wind lifts her into the sky. She waves as she flies off.
"Goodbye! I'm off to find Ragnar."
And she's gone, headed in the direction of the Last Round tavern, where Ragnar said he was going to drink his sorrow and frustration away.
She then looks at Small Fry with a...sisterly expression?
To her: "You're quite stubborn when it comes to justice and fairness, aren't you? Well, rest assured: I won't let Ragnar off the hook. I'm mainly searching for him to make sure he hasn't hurt himself or others. Once I'm certain of that, I'll extract that apology from him, and then return to my country...without Ragnar. No offense, but America has never been my favorite place."
"A word of caution, size-shifter: don't be too adamantine in your morality. If you are, you may break rather than bend. There are plenty of flawed heroes and anti-heroes in this world...rejecting them all permanently will lead to a lonely existence."
To everyone: "I thank you all again. Saving a wielder of a so-called Celestial Weapon is no small feat. Well, technically you saved two, since Ragnar fell in battle. While we part now, I'm confident fate will bring us together again."
A cool wind lifts her into the sky. She waves as she flies off.
"Goodbye! I'm off to find Ragnar."
And she's gone, headed in the direction of the Last Round tavern, where Ragnar said he was going to drink his sorrow and frustration away.
Mar 3, 2025 9:23 pm
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Are you ready to see what Eliza wants? If so, zip on over there! Remember, it's only a short distance from Jimmy Z's place.Mar 3, 2025 10:45 pm
Behind his mask, Rebound blinked when Small Fry told him that she usually hunted microorganisms for food, rocking back slightly on his heels. A moment later, he leaned a bit closer, scratching his chin as he tilted his head to the side slightly.
"...You know, that has wild implications about the changes to your physiology. You don't seem to be suffering any signs of malnutrition though. You still get hungry though?" he seemed to chew on that notion for a bit as Ms. LaViolette flitted back towards the house to make some tea. Biology wasn't exactly the focus of his studies ... but, given her heat and light-based abilities, Rebound found himself wondering if Small Fry even was a biological anymore. Maybe she was more akin to a sapient wave form, and what she gained out of eating was less nutrition and more fuel for her high-energy expressions? How could he even verify that hypothesis?
"Soooooo ... we're just having this talk wide out in the open where anyone can see?" he asked, gesturing around at the houses lining the street. In his mind, he was imagining a Channel 10 van moving closer and closer, and the address of the group's base of operations suddenly being very public information. The land lord seemed pretty chill about it. So, Rebound shrugged and let his tea bag steep.
"I kept an ear out for Ragnar, but if he got into any mischief last night the cops aren't talking about it." he said, looking at the fine silvery chain that Meghana had apparently made for him. He felt a little bad about taking it, being a late arrival to the whole thing he certainly didn't feel like he deserved any compensation. On the other hand, if she put in the effort to create it, rejecting it seemed rude. For the moment, he settled on tucking it into one of his jacket's inside pockets, nodding his head with a brief, "Thank you."
"Okay, so, kid genius in need of aid, sounds like a good cause." he added, "There is one thing that's been bothering me though ... why'd Ms. Blount ask us about Omnitech?" after a moment, he gestured over towards Victor with a thumb, "Also, is the kid coming along? Does he need a ride?"
"...You know, that has wild implications about the changes to your physiology. You don't seem to be suffering any signs of malnutrition though. You still get hungry though?" he seemed to chew on that notion for a bit as Ms. LaViolette flitted back towards the house to make some tea. Biology wasn't exactly the focus of his studies ... but, given her heat and light-based abilities, Rebound found himself wondering if Small Fry even was a biological anymore. Maybe she was more akin to a sapient wave form, and what she gained out of eating was less nutrition and more fuel for her high-energy expressions? How could he even verify that hypothesis?
"Soooooo ... we're just having this talk wide out in the open where anyone can see?" he asked, gesturing around at the houses lining the street. In his mind, he was imagining a Channel 10 van moving closer and closer, and the address of the group's base of operations suddenly being very public information. The land lord seemed pretty chill about it. So, Rebound shrugged and let his tea bag steep.
"I kept an ear out for Ragnar, but if he got into any mischief last night the cops aren't talking about it." he said, looking at the fine silvery chain that Meghana had apparently made for him. He felt a little bad about taking it, being a late arrival to the whole thing he certainly didn't feel like he deserved any compensation. On the other hand, if she put in the effort to create it, rejecting it seemed rude. For the moment, he settled on tucking it into one of his jacket's inside pockets, nodding his head with a brief, "Thank you."
"Okay, so, kid genius in need of aid, sounds like a good cause." he added, "There is one thing that's been bothering me though ... why'd Ms. Blount ask us about Omnitech?" after a moment, he gestured over towards Victor with a thumb, "Also, is the kid coming along? Does he need a ride?"
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I figure those questions can be answered en route. I've gotta get snappier with these postsMar 4, 2025 12:39 am
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Funny thing, @Celestine , I was already planning to do something, before flying off, that might arguably verify Rebound’s hypothesis.She takes in the sisterly advice and waves as the Valkyrie lifts off.
Her response to Rebound: "It’s like hunger, but I normally consume the way fire consumes. I get a taste sensation, but.. like, I don’t think those covid-balls really taste like rambutan."
When it’s time to move, Small Fry’s heat intensifies considerably and her skin starts to glow as she gradually shrinks. Her clothing and hair dance like fire. She then becomes a spark, suddenly, and her fiery form stabilizes at around five inches tall. The fairy cools until she is of flesh, clad in her usual Tinkerbellish dress.
"Yeah, so anyway, I’m actually germ-free when I shrink. I mean… by now there’s already millions of microorganisms latching onto my face, and thousands have already wormed into my skin. But they don’t shrink with me, so without the fire-power—to burn everything inside me, I’d have died as a bag of germs a fraction of a percent of an inch tall. I even had to burn the cracker just now, but… it was delicious.
"Honestly, I could probably get more nutrition from a cigarette. Swimming through it in fiery form, I mean. But any usage of a cigarette obliterates my chance of being seen as a role model, and… Eliza already swears a lot for eleven."
She asks Rebound a question.
"When you first got your powers, what was that deviation from normalcy that really hit you? Like, it can be good or bad—just, it’s the thing that made you sure you can’t just secret-identity your way outta this. Even if you…" She doesn’t finish that sentence. "Haha! Sorry—one question at a time, right?"
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Mar 4, 2025 6:08 pm
"By that logic, maybe you should see if you can metabolize some of the Rocketeer's fuel? Well, that reaction might be a bit much ... maybe if we diluted it first." he considered. He had a little experience with the brain trying to map something alien onto sensations that were more familiar. A kind of superhuman synesthesia ... it generally meant that the body was trying to communicate something that the body lacked the tools explain properly. "Do you experience cravings? That might be a safer place to approach the question from."
While he was puzzling that out in his head, Small Fry asked a question of her own. Behind his lenses, he blinked, considering the question.
"...Huhn." he bobbed his head to the other side, as though he were shifting gears, "Never really thought about it in those terms before. Didn't have a lot of use for 'normal' growing up, and at the start, things were moving pretty fast..." finally he started, lifting his arms in a helpless shrug.
"I guess the first time I realized that this was just my life now, instead of just a thing I could do was the first time it rained." he smiled a bit behind his mask, swirling the tea around in the cup for a moment to check the color before setting the teabag to the side. "I was asleep when it started, you see, but I've got a kind of sixth sense for motion. Of course, I knew I had it at the time, it's kind of critical to my bullet dodging routine, and how I do the whole 'kick dudes without looking at them' thing. Super useful when you flip, spin, and tumble as much as I do."
"So, I'm sleepin' away, and in the middle of the quiet dark I jolt awake because I get a signal. Small object, fourteen miles per hour, coming down above me -BAM- hits the roof. Then another, and another, more and more, pouring down, filling up everything that I can 'see' with that sense. It's like static, bright, abrasive, irregular, but I can't close my eyes or cover my ears, and I sure can't turn off the weather, so mother nature is pummeling my brain with junk sense data. Couldn't hardly hear myself think, much less come up with a solution."
"The thing is, while it was rough at first, as time went by and I got used to it, it sorta melted together into white noise and I could see the totality of it instead of trying to parse and track every individual drop. The street just kind of unfolded out around me, each building, each tree, each car picked out in relief, dark little islands of relative quiet, some with little lights of their own as people moved around inside their homes. I never felt so connected to the world."
"I enjoy the rain these days, very zen." he paused for a moment, lifting his mask to drain the tea cup, "Not always good for hero work, but very zen."
While he was puzzling that out in his head, Small Fry asked a question of her own. Behind his lenses, he blinked, considering the question.
"...Huhn." he bobbed his head to the other side, as though he were shifting gears, "Never really thought about it in those terms before. Didn't have a lot of use for 'normal' growing up, and at the start, things were moving pretty fast..." finally he started, lifting his arms in a helpless shrug.
"I guess the first time I realized that this was just my life now, instead of just a thing I could do was the first time it rained." he smiled a bit behind his mask, swirling the tea around in the cup for a moment to check the color before setting the teabag to the side. "I was asleep when it started, you see, but I've got a kind of sixth sense for motion. Of course, I knew I had it at the time, it's kind of critical to my bullet dodging routine, and how I do the whole 'kick dudes without looking at them' thing. Super useful when you flip, spin, and tumble as much as I do."
"So, I'm sleepin' away, and in the middle of the quiet dark I jolt awake because I get a signal. Small object, fourteen miles per hour, coming down above me -BAM- hits the roof. Then another, and another, more and more, pouring down, filling up everything that I can 'see' with that sense. It's like static, bright, abrasive, irregular, but I can't close my eyes or cover my ears, and I sure can't turn off the weather, so mother nature is pummeling my brain with junk sense data. Couldn't hardly hear myself think, much less come up with a solution."
"The thing is, while it was rough at first, as time went by and I got used to it, it sorta melted together into white noise and I could see the totality of it instead of trying to parse and track every individual drop. The street just kind of unfolded out around me, each building, each tree, each car picked out in relief, dark little islands of relative quiet, some with little lights of their own as people moved around inside their homes. I never felt so connected to the world."
"I enjoy the rain these days, very zen." he paused for a moment, lifting his mask to drain the tea cup, "Not always good for hero work, but very zen."
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Mar 4, 2025 7:30 pm
Small Fry takes in every detail of what it’s like, to sense motion… she hadn’t considered the sensory side of his power. It’s not something a girl can see from observation, but he describes so well, she can relate…
"Wow… the rain is so intense! I thought you were talking about a meteor at first!"
Small Fry contemplates her craving.
"The Subfermian Scale," she replies. "There’s a point where I become self-sustainable. Or maybe it’s more like there’s so much positive energy I just feed off of it.
"I once ‘walked’ a nucleus like it was my own private planet. Even hydrogen, y’know, has an electron sun that revolves around me! Zen…" She pictures that sky of whizzing stars. The vastness of her world. The solitude. That feeling that never really went away until she found the strength to grow. To even want to. "…existing as a point of light in safe solitude. A peaceful existence. A purposeless existence.
"That’s my craving. To just disappear and feel that." She adds "again" with a hint of remorse.
Getting back to what Rebound was saying, "I’m glad a connection to the world is part of your power. I think when I talked Eliza outta running away from her mom, I made a connection."
"Wow… the rain is so intense! I thought you were talking about a meteor at first!"
Small Fry contemplates her craving.
"The Subfermian Scale," she replies. "There’s a point where I become self-sustainable. Or maybe it’s more like there’s so much positive energy I just feed off of it.
"I once ‘walked’ a nucleus like it was my own private planet. Even hydrogen, y’know, has an electron sun that revolves around me! Zen…" She pictures that sky of whizzing stars. The vastness of her world. The solitude. That feeling that never really went away until she found the strength to grow. To even want to. "…existing as a point of light in safe solitude. A peaceful existence. A purposeless existence.
"That’s my craving. To just disappear and feel that." She adds "again" with a hint of remorse.
Getting back to what Rebound was saying, "I’m glad a connection to the world is part of your power. I think when I talked Eliza outta running away from her mom, I made a connection."
Mar 5, 2025 12:20 am
Jimmy has been edging his lawn chair closer as the two supes talk about their powers and unique perspectives. When there's a break in the chatter, he smirks, and gives his $0.02.
"Fuckin' A, ya'll! I'm a jaded, anti-establishment punk, but that got me in the feels! Wonder if I can make a song outta it? 'Subatomic Raindrops'? 'Kinetic Quantum Rebel Yell'?"
"Makes me wanna have powers...hey, if ya'll ever find somethin' radical, like an alien artifact or a power ring, lemme have a shot at it, huh? Don't matter if it's dangerous! I'm gonna die young anyway! Might as well go out with a bang...and a double middle-finger salute!"
He scoots his chair back inside the garage to escape the sun's rays, and mutters to himself, still considering your stories.
"Fuckin' A, ya'll! I'm a jaded, anti-establishment punk, but that got me in the feels! Wonder if I can make a song outta it? 'Subatomic Raindrops'? 'Kinetic Quantum Rebel Yell'?"
"Makes me wanna have powers...hey, if ya'll ever find somethin' radical, like an alien artifact or a power ring, lemme have a shot at it, huh? Don't matter if it's dangerous! I'm gonna die young anyway! Might as well go out with a bang...and a double middle-finger salute!"
He scoots his chair back inside the garage to escape the sun's rays, and mutters to himself, still considering your stories.
Mar 6, 2025 12:48 am
Small Fry is actually quite tickled by Jimmy Z’s reaction. Maybe he’s not a dick after all…
"Hey, Jimmy? There’s some snacks left, if you wanna save ’em for your band friends!"
If Jimmy takes the offer, it’s off to Eliza’s. Else, Lily does her part to put things away, leftovers in the fridge, etc.
"Hey, Jimmy? There’s some snacks left, if you wanna save ’em for your band friends!"
If Jimmy takes the offer, it’s off to Eliza’s. Else, Lily does her part to put things away, leftovers in the fridge, etc.
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Ready to zip to Eliza if everyone else is!Mar 6, 2025 8:02 pm
You all make your way to Eliza's in short order. The front of the property looks as bland as you remember it, but there's a commotion coming from the backyard.
Heading there, you see Eliza has wasted no time on her lair-building mission. Three-quarters of the backyard has been dug up, leaving an uneven pit that varies from ten to fifteen feet deep. The other quarter holds mounds of the removed dirt. Her robo-minions are still working at a brisk pace, and all of them are making their respective strange animal noises.
The robots appears (mostly) happy to be active, as does Eliza. She stands on the back porch, with gadgets and blueprints strewn around her on folding tables, chairs, a gas grill, or just the ground. She's dirty and sweaty, but clearly energized.
Right now, she's conversing with C8, the robo-chimp previously encountered by some of you....
Heading there, you see Eliza has wasted no time on her lair-building mission. Three-quarters of the backyard has been dug up, leaving an uneven pit that varies from ten to fifteen feet deep. The other quarter holds mounds of the removed dirt. Her robo-minions are still working at a brisk pace, and all of them are making their respective strange animal noises.
The robots appears (mostly) happy to be active, as does Eliza. She stands on the back porch, with gadgets and blueprints strewn around her on folding tables, chairs, a gas grill, or just the ground. She's dirty and sweaty, but clearly energized.
Right now, she's conversing with C8, the robo-chimp previously encountered by some of you....
Mar 6, 2025 8:10 pm
"Water table, water schmable! That's an engineering problem that I'll handle! You all just keep digging!"
C8: "SCREEEE!!"
"You do not need your joints lubricated! I built you better than that! Enough shirking!"
C8 bounds away to a far corner of the yard, then glances over his shoulder with a mournful expression. But he does join the other robots in digging.
Eliza now notices you all. Smirking, she wipes some grime from her face.
"Hard to find good help nowadays, huh? Glad you're here...and you've got a new member? Hmmmm...."
Usually, she would scan Rebound, and then pester him with questions. But something is clearly on her mind...and her glance keeps moving to Small Fry. She picks up an iPad-type device, taps it in silence for a few moments, and then finally speaks:
"So, Lily...remember I scanned you a few times during our...friendly conflict yesterday? Well, I decided to review the data again, and...yeah, I know it sounds stalkerish, but you know I'm always curious...so...uhhhh...."
"Did you shrink down really, really small for a really, really long time?"
C8: "SCREEEE!!"
"You do not need your joints lubricated! I built you better than that! Enough shirking!"
C8 bounds away to a far corner of the yard, then glances over his shoulder with a mournful expression. But he does join the other robots in digging.
Eliza now notices you all. Smirking, she wipes some grime from her face.
"Hard to find good help nowadays, huh? Glad you're here...and you've got a new member? Hmmmm...."
Usually, she would scan Rebound, and then pester him with questions. But something is clearly on her mind...and her glance keeps moving to Small Fry. She picks up an iPad-type device, taps it in silence for a few moments, and then finally speaks:
"So, Lily...remember I scanned you a few times during our...friendly conflict yesterday? Well, I decided to review the data again, and...yeah, I know it sounds stalkerish, but you know I'm always curious...so...uhhhh...."
"Did you shrink down really, really small for a really, really long time?"
Mar 6, 2025 9:19 pm
Small Fry is clearly flattered. "Hey, wow, yeah! Yeah I…"
Her excitement dies quickly.
"It was after my parents died. I had no one else… I would disappear a while, find my way back to the ‘big’ world. It was hard to maintain friendships like that, when I was lucky to find anyone interested in dealing with my constant size shifts. I wasn’t exactly fun to hang out with, and my lack of control…"
She catches herself babbling.
"Yes," she says to stop herself. "I don’t recall the exact year, but it was sometime in the 1990s. I spent almost three full decades living on a nucleus like it was my own planet. I was about the size of a preon." Eliza knows that’s a subcomponent of a quark or lepton, the kinds of particles that make up protons, neutrons and electrons, but for the benefit of others, "Life’s pixel."
She feels guilty for trying to hide this, and maybe a little relieved to come clean.
Her excitement dies quickly.
"It was after my parents died. I had no one else… I would disappear a while, find my way back to the ‘big’ world. It was hard to maintain friendships like that, when I was lucky to find anyone interested in dealing with my constant size shifts. I wasn’t exactly fun to hang out with, and my lack of control…"
She catches herself babbling.
"Yes," she says to stop herself. "I don’t recall the exact year, but it was sometime in the 1990s. I spent almost three full decades living on a nucleus like it was my own planet. I was about the size of a preon." Eliza knows that’s a subcomponent of a quark or lepton, the kinds of particles that make up protons, neutrons and electrons, but for the benefit of others, "Life’s pixel."
She feels guilty for trying to hide this, and maybe a little relieved to come clean.
Mar 6, 2025 11:15 pm
"I knew it! I fuc...frickin' knew it!! Ughhh...all you size-shifters should be required to read Boyd's Quantum Paradox!"
She facepalms, and kicks some loose dirt around in her frustration. But after a few seconds, she softens, and does her best to offer a sympathetic grin.
"I'm sorry you had trouble connecting with folks, Lily. I know someone else like that...."
"But...well, lemme just rip the Band-Aid right off...you're out of sync with our reality."
She pauses to let that sink in.
"Nobody should stay sub-atomic that long...well, unless they have god-like powers. You don't. There are forces down there you can't comprehend. Weird energy buffeting you. Quantum parasites. Time can get wacky. It's even speculated that if you go small enough, you can easily jump to other realities. Or some say you just reach, like, the end...which is basically limbo or a void."
"But I digress...bottom line, you're outta whack. Your situation is...well, it's like going outside mid-summer without sunscreen. A few minutes, you're fine. A few hours, you get sunburnt. For days? You'll get second- or third-degree burns. If you refuse to change, skin cancer risk rises. Etc."
"It's not the best analogy, but...yeah, decades down there? Not good."
"The universe (actually, the multiverse, in this case) isn't sentient, but if it was...you could say it...doesn't quite know where to put you. You were 'gone' for so long...do you belong here, now, in this reality? Or do you belong to some other reality, since down there you were possibly 'closer' to it than the reality you know...."
She frowns at whatever's on her iPad-thing again, but then glances up at Small Fry, and forces herself to beam at the heroine.
"Sorry. Doom n' gloom, not very comforting, huh? But good news: this isn't a critical situation. Yet. In time, you could shunt to another reality, like a magnet sliding off a fridge, but we're not there yet. Just...uhhh...try not to shrink too much until we've got this sorted, yeah?"
She facepalms, and kicks some loose dirt around in her frustration. But after a few seconds, she softens, and does her best to offer a sympathetic grin.
"I'm sorry you had trouble connecting with folks, Lily. I know someone else like that...."
"But...well, lemme just rip the Band-Aid right off...you're out of sync with our reality."
She pauses to let that sink in.
"Nobody should stay sub-atomic that long...well, unless they have god-like powers. You don't. There are forces down there you can't comprehend. Weird energy buffeting you. Quantum parasites. Time can get wacky. It's even speculated that if you go small enough, you can easily jump to other realities. Or some say you just reach, like, the end...which is basically limbo or a void."
"But I digress...bottom line, you're outta whack. Your situation is...well, it's like going outside mid-summer without sunscreen. A few minutes, you're fine. A few hours, you get sunburnt. For days? You'll get second- or third-degree burns. If you refuse to change, skin cancer risk rises. Etc."
"It's not the best analogy, but...yeah, decades down there? Not good."
"The universe (actually, the multiverse, in this case) isn't sentient, but if it was...you could say it...doesn't quite know where to put you. You were 'gone' for so long...do you belong here, now, in this reality? Or do you belong to some other reality, since down there you were possibly 'closer' to it than the reality you know...."
She frowns at whatever's on her iPad-thing again, but then glances up at Small Fry, and forces herself to beam at the heroine.
"Sorry. Doom n' gloom, not very comforting, huh? But good news: this isn't a critical situation. Yet. In time, you could shunt to another reality, like a magnet sliding off a fridge, but we're not there yet. Just...uhhh...try not to shrink too much until we've got this sorted, yeah?"
Mar 7, 2025 12:17 am
Small Fry is stunned. "Ummm… thanks? But uh, wow. If I’m not in my reality… ’cause the multiverse…"
She tries to comprehend several possibilities at once. Maybe I skipped time? It didn’t feel like thirty years, not like a had a subatomic calendar to confirm or deny. And how different were the timelines? Maybe they never made Alien 3 in this timeline. But what if my parents…???
She stops asking herself. And after recovering from the shock, she says to Eliza, "The Nazis lost, right?"
She tries to comprehend several possibilities at once. Maybe I skipped time? It didn’t feel like thirty years, not like a had a subatomic calendar to confirm or deny. And how different were the timelines? Maybe they never made Alien 3 in this timeline. But what if my parents…???
She stops asking herself. And after recovering from the shock, she says to Eliza, "The Nazis lost, right?"
Mar 7, 2025 12:31 am
"If you mean the World War II Nazis, yes, they lost. But certain people still do Nazi salutes today, and neo-Nazis are a thing...so...uhhh...make of that what you will...."
She would try to pat Small Fry comfortingly on the shoulder, either with a hand or a pinkie, depending on the shrinker's current size.
"Don't worry, Lily...I'm pretty sure this is the reality you've always known! Like I said, you're just off-kilter. You're like a guitar that needs tuning! I'm also pretty sure we can get your quantum frequency signature stabilized, and your temporal phase variance eliminated! And...well, I'm getting too science-y!"
She would try to pat Small Fry comfortingly on the shoulder, either with a hand or a pinkie, depending on the shrinker's current size.
"Don't worry, Lily...I'm pretty sure this is the reality you've always known! Like I said, you're just off-kilter. You're like a guitar that needs tuning! I'm also pretty sure we can get your quantum frequency signature stabilized, and your temporal phase variance eliminated! And...well, I'm getting too science-y!"
Mar 7, 2025 12:35 am
At this moment, Sarah steps outside of the house, carrying a tray of drinks. She appears less timid than before, and grins at everyone. If she's annoyed at Eliza's excavation and ruckus, she doesn't show it.
🎵🎵"Who wants lemonade?! I made three different kinds!"🎵🎵
🎵🎵"Who wants lemonade?! I made three different kinds!"🎵🎵
Mar 7, 2025 12:38 am
"UGGGHH! Mooom! You know I hate that stuff! It just makes me more thirsty! And your timing stinks!"
Muttering to the team: "She's been on total Loving Mom Mode since you 'rescued' me. Just humor her. Once I get my underground bunker built, I can avoid her."
But if you look carefully, you'll notice a microscopic smile as she watches her mother approach.
Muttering to the team: "She's been on total Loving Mom Mode since you 'rescued' me. Just humor her. Once I get my underground bunker built, I can avoid her."
But if you look carefully, you'll notice a microscopic smile as she watches her mother approach.
Mar 7, 2025 12:51 am
Small Fry grows to 4’10"—almost her full height—to ‘humor’ Mrs. Caldwell.
"I love lemonade!"
She’s pretty sure Eliza can see right through her lack-of-a-facade. Though Small Fry prefers hot drinks, her own mother would always serve pitchers of freshly-squeezed lemonade when friends were over.
She sips slowly to savor the flavor. (Or at least the nostalgia, if this is the yellow-powder stuff.)
"Thank you, Mrs. Caldwell."
"I love lemonade!"
She’s pretty sure Eliza can see right through her lack-of-a-facade. Though Small Fry prefers hot drinks, her own mother would always serve pitchers of freshly-squeezed lemonade when friends were over.
She sips slowly to savor the flavor. (Or at least the nostalgia, if this is the yellow-powder stuff.)
"Thank you, Mrs. Caldwell."
Mar 7, 2025 7:49 am
"My condolences, Small Fry... No. Lily. Three decades. Christ." She can't imagine being isolated for so long. People have been driven insane by far less.
"I'd love some lemonade, ma'am. Thank you." Rocketeer smiles at Sarah as she accepts a nice cool glass. She might not have bore witness to Eliza and Sarah's previous situation, but she's glad to see that they appear to be getting on just fine. In a way, she's jealous of Eliza, but she pushes that to the back of her mind. Her lack of a conventional childhood is a wound that scarred over long ago.
"This is equal parts concerning and fascinating. If you ever need a hand with understanding Small Fry's condition—not that I expect you'll need it—I'll gladly help. I don't want my teammate inadvertently blinking off to another reality or out of existence or anything." She chuckles wryly. "I've been wanting to study her anyway. I can see it now... A missile that shrinks its victims!"
She takes a sip of lemomnade. "So what else did you need, Eliza? If this was all you wanted to discuss, you wouldn't have asked for the entire team."
Meanwhile, her droids are fraternizing with Eliza's robotic animals. They even begin to help out with the digging, carefully excavating large clumps of dirt with rays of light that act as tractor beams.
"I'd love some lemonade, ma'am. Thank you." Rocketeer smiles at Sarah as she accepts a nice cool glass. She might not have bore witness to Eliza and Sarah's previous situation, but she's glad to see that they appear to be getting on just fine. In a way, she's jealous of Eliza, but she pushes that to the back of her mind. Her lack of a conventional childhood is a wound that scarred over long ago.
"This is equal parts concerning and fascinating. If you ever need a hand with understanding Small Fry's condition—not that I expect you'll need it—I'll gladly help. I don't want my teammate inadvertently blinking off to another reality or out of existence or anything." She chuckles wryly. "I've been wanting to study her anyway. I can see it now... A missile that shrinks its victims!"
She takes a sip of lemomnade. "So what else did you need, Eliza? If this was all you wanted to discuss, you wouldn't have asked for the entire team."
Droids
Mar 7, 2025 1:56 pm
Small Fry looks to both Rocketeer and Eliza and says, "I’m happy to let you study my powers… but please don’t weaponize them. The powers took a long time to grasp, and I still have accidental shifts…
"But also, while my power is kinda wimpy in a clean fight, a Villain Me could do well as an unseen assassin."Small Fry agrees this seems to only concern her. Eliza could have had a private meeting for that. As she sips her lemonade, it occurs to her that Eliza has an agenda. She’ll tell the whole team why she had us all meet on short notice when she’s ready.
And I can get answers about myself in the meantime…
"Eliza… while I realize you’re basically warning me not to get any smaller than I did… is that like not-now as opposed to not-ever? Because if you’re telling me my power can allow me to slip into other universes… not gonna lie. That’s pretty cool.
"And if studying me helps you learn to facilitate that, like in a way I could trigger a gate that the whole team could slip through?" She’s not sure why anyone would want to—why she wants to—so she sums it up as "for science?"
"But also, while my power is kinda wimpy in a clean fight, a Villain Me could do well as an unseen assassin."
OOC:
By the Risus system, only against targets with one die, but still…And I can get answers about myself in the meantime…
"Eliza… while I realize you’re basically warning me not to get any smaller than I did… is that like not-now as opposed to not-ever? Because if you’re telling me my power can allow me to slip into other universes… not gonna lie. That’s pretty cool.
"And if studying me helps you learn to facilitate that, like in a way I could trigger a gate that the whole team could slip through?" She’s not sure why anyone would want to—why she wants to—so she sums it up as "for science?"
Mar 7, 2025 9:36 pm
Eliza's jaw drops. If she had elastic powers, it would hit the ground, and maybe roll a few feet away.
"How can you be so cavalier about this?! I say you're outta sync with reality itself, and the general response is, 'That's cool! Anything else you need, Eliza?'"
"Maybe I should've said it was a critical situation, embellished things a bit...fear is a good motivator...."
"I asked everyone here because I planned to do what I do best: build shit! With everyone's help, I can build a machine to 'reset' Lily! Call it the Quantum Frequency Stabilizer 9000! If it works (and it will, of course), we won't have to worry about her sliding across the multiverse! And once the machine is built, we can use it again if Lily ever gets out of whack."
Here she'd attempt to pull Small Fry aside, for a private, whispering conversation.
"That is, if you even want to remain in this reality, Lily. Decades alone in a sub-atomic world...I'm sorry you didn't have anything 'up here' to come back to. Maybe you want to bounce across different realities, rather than being tethered to this one? That's an entirely different engineering challenge, but I'm sure I can come up with something...but there may be downsides."
"So...what's the plan, Lily?"
"How can you be so cavalier about this?! I say you're outta sync with reality itself, and the general response is, 'That's cool! Anything else you need, Eliza?'"
"Maybe I should've said it was a critical situation, embellished things a bit...fear is a good motivator...."
"I asked everyone here because I planned to do what I do best: build shit! With everyone's help, I can build a machine to 'reset' Lily! Call it the Quantum Frequency Stabilizer 9000! If it works (and it will, of course), we won't have to worry about her sliding across the multiverse! And once the machine is built, we can use it again if Lily ever gets out of whack."
Here she'd attempt to pull Small Fry aside, for a private, whispering conversation.
"That is, if you even want to remain in this reality, Lily. Decades alone in a sub-atomic world...I'm sorry you didn't have anything 'up here' to come back to. Maybe you want to bounce across different realities, rather than being tethered to this one? That's an entirely different engineering challenge, but I'm sure I can come up with something...but there may be downsides."
"So...what's the plan, Lily?"
Mar 7, 2025 10:27 pm
Sarah would break into the possibly private convo, arching an eyebrow at her daughter.
"My Mom Sense says Eliza is possibly being a bit pushy, Lily. I don't pretend to understand all this multiversal-quantum-sync stuff, but I know this is a lot to process for you. Please don't make a snap decision. I'm sure Eliza can occupy herself with something (like this giant hole in the yard...not that I'm complaining, it was part of our deal) while you mull it over."
"My Mom Sense says Eliza is possibly being a bit pushy, Lily. I don't pretend to understand all this multiversal-quantum-sync stuff, but I know this is a lot to process for you. Please don't make a snap decision. I'm sure Eliza can occupy herself with something (like this giant hole in the yard...not that I'm complaining, it was part of our deal) while you mull it over."
Mar 7, 2025 10:30 pm
"Grrrrrr...trying to stall science...acting like out-of-sync shrinkers are a dime a dozen...."
She furiously pokes at some of her gadgets while waiting for Small Fry's, or the team's, response.
She furiously pokes at some of her gadgets while waiting for Small Fry's, or the team's, response.
Mar 8, 2025 2:18 am
"Keep hangin' around superheroes, Jimmy Z. On a long enough timeline, everyone's chance of getting exposed to superhuman bs approaches zero." he said with a salute as the rocker started moving inside, casually leaving out the mortality rates associated with those meetings. Of course, Rebound wasn't going to discourage anyone from origin chasing, as far as he was concerned everyone should get a chance to try this stuff at least once. Power to the people 'n' all that. Once it became clear no one was going to answer his question about Omnicorp, or Victor, he decided to just roll with it, bounding after the fliers in the group with a whoop and a cheer. It would hardly be the first time he'd had to learn on the job.
For his part, Rebound was listening to Eliza with one ear while watching her little mechanical friends go about their business. He stood just a little too close, trying to get a look at the way they moved not just with his eyes, but with his kinetic senses, noting some of the clever work she'd done on the joints without having to disassemble anything. Of course, there were always going to be things he couldn't sort out on his own, but looking at them it seemed like many were made out of the kinds of materials he was familiar with. Melted down and reforged, certainly, but it was clear that she was doing a lot with relatively little.
"Just remember to come topside from time to time." Rebound said familiarly when Eliza talked about completing her bunker, "I know how tempting it can be to just immerse yourself in the tech, but a change of venue can be the best thing to charge up your creativity. I'd also suggest a few therapy lamps if you're planning to spend a long time below ground. Underground living can give you something like seasonal depression, I've seen it a few times." he bowed his head slightly to Ms. Caldwell and he bounded over to swipe one of the cups of pink lemonade, a moonsault bringing him up and over the tray to land on the other side of her with a bounce on his heels. "Thanks Ms. Caldwell ... there anything around the house you need a hand with, or have you daughter's friends been taking good care of you?" he offered with a smile.
"...So, hey, not sure if this impacts anything, but in the interest of avoiding any bag-of-holding-in-a-portable-hole shenanigans, I should probably mention that I'm technically bonded to an otherdimensional rift." he paused to sip at the lemonade, "Oh, that's good."
"So far, it's been one-way, and the only thing I pass over is kinetic energy, but it's basically how I get around Newton's third law to amplify kinetic force on impact with another object and accelerate." he finished the explanation with some half-hearted jazz hands.
"I'm guessing that you need to source some components that you can't build yourself?" he added at the end, trying to bring the conversation back to Eliza's machine rather than the nature of his powers.
For his part, Rebound was listening to Eliza with one ear while watching her little mechanical friends go about their business. He stood just a little too close, trying to get a look at the way they moved not just with his eyes, but with his kinetic senses, noting some of the clever work she'd done on the joints without having to disassemble anything. Of course, there were always going to be things he couldn't sort out on his own, but looking at them it seemed like many were made out of the kinds of materials he was familiar with. Melted down and reforged, certainly, but it was clear that she was doing a lot with relatively little.
"Just remember to come topside from time to time." Rebound said familiarly when Eliza talked about completing her bunker, "I know how tempting it can be to just immerse yourself in the tech, but a change of venue can be the best thing to charge up your creativity. I'd also suggest a few therapy lamps if you're planning to spend a long time below ground. Underground living can give you something like seasonal depression, I've seen it a few times." he bowed his head slightly to Ms. Caldwell and he bounded over to swipe one of the cups of pink lemonade, a moonsault bringing him up and over the tray to land on the other side of her with a bounce on his heels. "Thanks Ms. Caldwell ... there anything around the house you need a hand with, or have you daughter's friends been taking good care of you?" he offered with a smile.
"...So, hey, not sure if this impacts anything, but in the interest of avoiding any bag-of-holding-in-a-portable-hole shenanigans, I should probably mention that I'm technically bonded to an otherdimensional rift." he paused to sip at the lemonade, "Oh, that's good."
"So far, it's been one-way, and the only thing I pass over is kinetic energy, but it's basically how I get around Newton's third law to amplify kinetic force on impact with another object and accelerate." he finished the explanation with some half-hearted jazz hands.
"I'm guessing that you need to source some components that you can't build yourself?" he added at the end, trying to bring the conversation back to Eliza's machine rather than the nature of his powers.
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Mar 8, 2025 8:55 pm
Sarah grins at Rebound, then glances pointedly at her daughter, as if to say, "Why can't you be polite like this young man?"
"No, I don't need any help, but I thank you for offering. Anything that I can't do personally, Eliza or her robo-crew can handle. But if anything comes up, I know who to call!"
"No, I don't need any help, but I thank you for offering. Anything that I can't do personally, Eliza or her robo-crew can handle. But if anything comes up, I know who to call!"
Mar 8, 2025 9:11 pm
Eliza taps her foot impatiently as Rebound lectures her about going outside and attending to her mental health.
"Just what I need...another adult yammering away about what I'm supposed to be doing...."
But when Rebound mentions "otherdimensional rift," the girl genius locks in. When he's finished, she grabs something that looks like a modified Dustbuster. She presses a button, which shoots a red light out of the device's hole or eye. Walking around Rebound, she bathes him in the light, scanning him thoroughly.
After this, the data apparently transfers to her iPad-thingy, which she picks up and stares at intently.
"Uh-huh...yup...anomalous energy signature...Newtonian violation level is really impressive...one-way transfer only...dimensional echoes, as expected...."
"Your story rings true, dude! And unlike Small Fry, you're not out of sync! You're very much here, in this reality, while your power source is very much over there."
"Soooo...are you a mutant, or did you get your powers from one of those weird accidents that always turn folks into supes? Because if it's the latter, knowing how that happened to you might make this fix-Small-Fry-mission easier!"
"And please don't tell me it's some secret, that if you tell us some super-villain will destroy everything you know and love...because that's lame!"
"Just what I need...another adult yammering away about what I'm supposed to be doing...."
But when Rebound mentions "otherdimensional rift," the girl genius locks in. When he's finished, she grabs something that looks like a modified Dustbuster. She presses a button, which shoots a red light out of the device's hole or eye. Walking around Rebound, she bathes him in the light, scanning him thoroughly.
After this, the data apparently transfers to her iPad-thingy, which she picks up and stares at intently.
"Uh-huh...yup...anomalous energy signature...Newtonian violation level is really impressive...one-way transfer only...dimensional echoes, as expected...."
"Your story rings true, dude! And unlike Small Fry, you're not out of sync! You're very much here, in this reality, while your power source is very much over there."
"Soooo...are you a mutant, or did you get your powers from one of those weird accidents that always turn folks into supes? Because if it's the latter, knowing how that happened to you might make this fix-Small-Fry-mission easier!"
"And please don't tell me it's some secret, that if you tell us some super-villain will destroy everything you know and love...because that's lame!"
Mar 9, 2025 4:07 am
Rebound cocked his head to the side for a moment, catching Eliza's low grumbling. He took just a moment, turned something around in his head, and then said.
"...You know what? You're right. Sorry Eliza, I'll keep my unsolicited advice to myself." he swirled the lemonade around in his cup, watching the pulp moving within in before knocking back the rest of the glass, "Spent years looking out for a techie who couldn't seem to take care of himself, so, I fell into some old habits. You're not him though, you deserve a chance to figure this stuff out on your own."
"As for my 'secret origins'..." he started, snapping his finger and spinning Ms. Caldwell's cup on the tip of his finger, the light brush of a thumb accelerating it faster and faster though it didn't wobble at the end of his gloved finger. "Did you hear about the SERPENT attack on the Boston Dynamics Science Expo last year? Well, I was there, helping with one of the demonstrations. A so-called "perpetual motion machine"." he took a moment to make air quotes with his offhand, tossing the glass up and letting it land against the back of his knuckles, letting it roll up along the back of his arm, "I tried telling him that tapping kinetic energy defeated the entire purpose of a perpetual motion machine, but he starts yappin' about how our understanding of physics is a moving target these days, which necessitates an evolution of our understanding of what is possible." he popped his elbow, hopping the glass which he started spinning on the tip of his nose ... along the lip of the glass, spinning it like a hoola hoop along the small rise, which gave his voice a slight warble at a certain point of the orbit.
"Anyway, there's some time I can't account for, seeing as how the whole front of the building exploded, throwing rubble everywhere. I got thrown back into the perpetual motion machine, woke up really glad we'd decided to use acrylic sheets instead of glass to show the mechanisms at work, but the kinetic siphon's fallen off of its mount, squeezing me down against the floor. Still active, but the energy is just kinda buffeting around randomly and without direction." bending his knees slightly, he hopped up to spin the glass off of his nose, whipping his head down to headbutt it with its forehead and send it into a tumble. Kicking out his leg, he caught it before it connected with the floor with the toe of his shoe, popping it up to bounce off of his knee as he pulled a few quarters out of his pocket, walking them in sequence across the backs of his knuckles as he shuffled the glass from foot to foot like a hacky sack.
"That's when one of the League of Evil Scalies comes slithering over the wreckage, hunting for the inventor in the chaos. I didn't get a good look at who, but the smart money is on Shockodile. Most people in the super space mistakenly believe that kinetic energy only applies to physical objects, but lightning strikes are rated at about a billion joules of energy ... it's a little too fast for my reflexes to control, but the kinetic siphon ripped a peel of the stuff right off of him ... while I was in contact with it." bouncing the glass off of his heel, there was a sharp tink! as he flicked a quarter into the tumbling glass, as it flipped over his shoulder a second tink! reported, flipped with a spin from his offhand. "Best I can figure, something about the dimension that was being tapped twigged to something in Shockodile's lightning ... and decided an organic host was a better option than waiting for the unstable siphon to close the portal." the last coin flicked against the floor and then the ceiling before impacting the bottom of the glass and driving it into Rebound's upturned hand.
"Absolute freak accident. The original inventor is still 'enjoying' SERPENT's hospitality, the original machine is in a police evidence lock-up. Shockodile? I catch a flicker of him from time to time, but I've never managed to pin him down. I wouldn't even know where to start replicating the event." he settled the cup back on Ms. Caldwell's tray. "Sorry, nervous energy, fidget spinners don't really do it anymore."
"...You know what? You're right. Sorry Eliza, I'll keep my unsolicited advice to myself." he swirled the lemonade around in his cup, watching the pulp moving within in before knocking back the rest of the glass, "Spent years looking out for a techie who couldn't seem to take care of himself, so, I fell into some old habits. You're not him though, you deserve a chance to figure this stuff out on your own."
"As for my 'secret origins'..." he started, snapping his finger and spinning Ms. Caldwell's cup on the tip of his finger, the light brush of a thumb accelerating it faster and faster though it didn't wobble at the end of his gloved finger. "Did you hear about the SERPENT attack on the Boston Dynamics Science Expo last year? Well, I was there, helping with one of the demonstrations. A so-called "perpetual motion machine"." he took a moment to make air quotes with his offhand, tossing the glass up and letting it land against the back of his knuckles, letting it roll up along the back of his arm, "I tried telling him that tapping kinetic energy defeated the entire purpose of a perpetual motion machine, but he starts yappin' about how our understanding of physics is a moving target these days, which necessitates an evolution of our understanding of what is possible." he popped his elbow, hopping the glass which he started spinning on the tip of his nose ... along the lip of the glass, spinning it like a hoola hoop along the small rise, which gave his voice a slight warble at a certain point of the orbit.
"Anyway, there's some time I can't account for, seeing as how the whole front of the building exploded, throwing rubble everywhere. I got thrown back into the perpetual motion machine, woke up really glad we'd decided to use acrylic sheets instead of glass to show the mechanisms at work, but the kinetic siphon's fallen off of its mount, squeezing me down against the floor. Still active, but the energy is just kinda buffeting around randomly and without direction." bending his knees slightly, he hopped up to spin the glass off of his nose, whipping his head down to headbutt it with its forehead and send it into a tumble. Kicking out his leg, he caught it before it connected with the floor with the toe of his shoe, popping it up to bounce off of his knee as he pulled a few quarters out of his pocket, walking them in sequence across the backs of his knuckles as he shuffled the glass from foot to foot like a hacky sack.
"That's when one of the League of Evil Scalies comes slithering over the wreckage, hunting for the inventor in the chaos. I didn't get a good look at who, but the smart money is on Shockodile. Most people in the super space mistakenly believe that kinetic energy only applies to physical objects, but lightning strikes are rated at about a billion joules of energy ... it's a little too fast for my reflexes to control, but the kinetic siphon ripped a peel of the stuff right off of him ... while I was in contact with it." bouncing the glass off of his heel, there was a sharp tink! as he flicked a quarter into the tumbling glass, as it flipped over his shoulder a second tink! reported, flipped with a spin from his offhand. "Best I can figure, something about the dimension that was being tapped twigged to something in Shockodile's lightning ... and decided an organic host was a better option than waiting for the unstable siphon to close the portal." the last coin flicked against the floor and then the ceiling before impacting the bottom of the glass and driving it into Rebound's upturned hand.
"Absolute freak accident. The original inventor is still 'enjoying' SERPENT's hospitality, the original machine is in a police evidence lock-up. Shockodile? I catch a flicker of him from time to time, but I've never managed to pin him down. I wouldn't even know where to start replicating the event." he settled the cup back on Ms. Caldwell's tray. "Sorry, nervous energy, fidget spinners don't really do it anymore."
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Mar 10, 2025 9:45 pm
"Shockodile?" Small Fry giggles. "Sorry… he’s probably the worst person in the multiverse, but that name is so… not like Small Fry is any less silly. Anyway…"
She turns to Eliza, "I like the idea of slipping through an itty bitty dimensional rift. But… prooooobably the tether-to-reality thing is a higher priority."
And given her ditziness when it comes to science stuff, Lily should prooooobably not ask a "Clarification Question:
"You did present traveling other dimensions as an Option B. Is that not necessary a stupid, reckless idea then?"
She turns to Eliza, "I like the idea of slipping through an itty bitty dimensional rift. But… prooooobably the tether-to-reality thing is a higher priority."
And given her ditziness when it comes to science stuff, Lily should prooooobably not ask a "Clarification Question:
"You did present traveling other dimensions as an Option B. Is that not necessary a stupid, reckless idea then?"
Mar 10, 2025 10:52 pm
To Rebound: "Hmmm...intriguing...though I don't remember that accident. Shockodile, though? Doesn't he wear a pink tutu? No, that was a What If? episode...I'm sure you remember the one!"
"This machine...you say the po-po got it? How keen are you on requisitioning that thing? And by requisition, I mean steal, if the cops are too moronic and authoritarian to give it to us!"
"It may save us a lot of time if we already have a functional template, no matter which direction we go in. But if ya'll are too [rolls eyes] moral and law-abiding, I guess I can start from scratch...."
To Small Fry: "Yeah, it's arguably stupid and reckless...[pause]...OK, it definitely is. But look who you're talkin' to! Reckless is my jam!"
"There are always complications when traveling the multiverse. It'd take a lot of energy for you to travel to another reality, even more if you want to become a 'living portal' and take people with you. Though I suppose I could create an add-on to boost you...but then how would you return here, if a jump depleted you?"
"Rebound here got lucky. And since he's transferring energy, not people, it's a different story. Still, really digging into his scanning numbers may help us with your issue!"
"Also, there are people...organizations...things...that don't take kindly to multiversal travelers. Some are just lame-o's who worry about 'upsetting the balance.' Others are vicious beings who enjoy destroying someone who's out of their element."
"There's less danger in simply 'resetting' you...actually, there's very little danger, cuz I'll make sure everything is perfect! And ya'll can double-check my work if you want!"
"What'll it be, Lily? And yes, Mom, I know this is a big decision! But eventually we gotta make a choice!"
"This machine...you say the po-po got it? How keen are you on requisitioning that thing? And by requisition, I mean steal, if the cops are too moronic and authoritarian to give it to us!"
"It may save us a lot of time if we already have a functional template, no matter which direction we go in. But if ya'll are too [rolls eyes] moral and law-abiding, I guess I can start from scratch...."
To Small Fry: "Yeah, it's arguably stupid and reckless...[pause]...OK, it definitely is. But look who you're talkin' to! Reckless is my jam!"
"There are always complications when traveling the multiverse. It'd take a lot of energy for you to travel to another reality, even more if you want to become a 'living portal' and take people with you. Though I suppose I could create an add-on to boost you...but then how would you return here, if a jump depleted you?"
"Rebound here got lucky. And since he's transferring energy, not people, it's a different story. Still, really digging into his scanning numbers may help us with your issue!"
"Also, there are people...organizations...things...that don't take kindly to multiversal travelers. Some are just lame-o's who worry about 'upsetting the balance.' Others are vicious beings who enjoy destroying someone who's out of their element."
"There's less danger in simply 'resetting' you...actually, there's very little danger, cuz I'll make sure everything is perfect! And ya'll can double-check my work if you want!"
"What'll it be, Lily? And yes, Mom, I know this is a big decision! But eventually we gotta make a choice!"
Mar 11, 2025 5:25 pm
Small Fry can see she’s letting temptation get in the way of safety. But the tricky part is, she’s gotten used to instability…
"Okay, so… you did just say digging into Rebound’s numbers could be helpful.
"Self-preservation is what matters most. I just wanna know… does this ‘Reset’ completely close the door to dimensional travel? I just always felt there was more to using my power to such an extreme. I’d hate to lock myself out of a chance to really explore.
"But maybe that should be like a long-term goal. There isn’t a downside to the reset, is there?"
"Okay, so… you did just say digging into Rebound’s numbers could be helpful.
"Self-preservation is what matters most. I just wanna know… does this ‘Reset’ completely close the door to dimensional travel? I just always felt there was more to using my power to such an extreme. I’d hate to lock myself out of a chance to really explore.
"But maybe that should be like a long-term goal. There isn’t a downside to the reset, is there?"
Mar 11, 2025 9:40 pm
Rocketeer finishes off her lemonade and contemplates. "I'd rather not have cops breathing down my neck, but if time's of the essence, I wouldn't mind stealing the machine. Shouldn't be too hard for us to do it quietly with our abilities. Hell, we might even be able to have it back before they miss it. Of course, if we do have to do it loud, then I'll bring the explosives."
Mar 13, 2025 9:13 pm
The usually personable Small Fry is quiet for several seconds...then an entire minute...then two minutes. You don't have to be a telepath to know that this decision is weighing on her.
But instead of choosing an option, Lily tells the others that she needs time off to think everything through. After spending decades alone at a subatomic scale, perhaps it'd be better for her to stick with her newfound acquaintances...but alas, it isn't to be.
She sprays out colorful rainbows as she flies away, then shrinks down to firefly size, and is soon lost to sight.
But instead of choosing an option, Lily tells the others that she needs time off to think everything through. After spending decades alone at a subatomic scale, perhaps it'd be better for her to stick with her newfound acquaintances...but alas, it isn't to be.
She sprays out colorful rainbows as she flies away, then shrinks down to firefly size, and is soon lost to sight.
Mar 13, 2025 9:32 pm
"Lily!! Wait! I really have to reiterate with strength, clarity, and oh-my-god-you-can't-ignore-this intensity: you're out of sync with reality!"
No response, not even a flicker of light to indicate Eliza was heard. Small Fry is gone.
"Welp. She can make her own decisions...but...."
Now it's Eliza who's uncharacteristically quiet.
"Her optimism and...well...naivete were really annoying...but she's the one who talked me out of running away for good...."
Sensing their master's distress, three robo-hummingbirds alight on her shoulders and buzz in her ears. Whatever they "say" causes Eliza to smile.
"Right. I want my freedom, so I can't criticize others for following their own path...."
She turns to the team.
"Guess this project's on hold. But I've got another mission, if ya'll are up for it: a nearby source supposedly has an impregnium ingot they're willing to part with. Impregnium! What I can do with that stuff...."
"There's only one problem: I came into contact with this source on the dark web, and they think I'm a...uhh...35-year-old dude. And some other stuff...had to make up a backstory involving corporate espionage, sovereign citizens, and adrenochrome-guzzling Hollywood elites. I don't wanna burst that fiction...don't look at me like that, Mom! If people on the dark web knew I was a young girl, they'd never take me seriously!"
"So, can ya'll pick this ingot up for me?"
If this mission doesn't sound appealing, Hero Help Now (the premier website connecting heroes to those in need) has a new listing:
"Fungelbert Cobb has appeared again, like he does every 10 years. Two young boys are already lost to the swamp where the evil bastard resides. We're tired of being ignored, we're tired of everyone telling us Cobb is a rural legend. We want the boys saved and Cobb destroyed for good. If interested, respond to this message, or come to Highsmith's Store at Rattlesnake township."
You know that Rattlesnake is waaayy out in the boonies west of Small Town.
No response, not even a flicker of light to indicate Eliza was heard. Small Fry is gone.
"Welp. She can make her own decisions...but...."
Now it's Eliza who's uncharacteristically quiet.
"Her optimism and...well...naivete were really annoying...but she's the one who talked me out of running away for good...."
Sensing their master's distress, three robo-hummingbirds alight on her shoulders and buzz in her ears. Whatever they "say" causes Eliza to smile.
"Right. I want my freedom, so I can't criticize others for following their own path...."
She turns to the team.
"Guess this project's on hold. But I've got another mission, if ya'll are up for it: a nearby source supposedly has an impregnium ingot they're willing to part with. Impregnium! What I can do with that stuff...."
"There's only one problem: I came into contact with this source on the dark web, and they think I'm a...uhh...35-year-old dude. And some other stuff...had to make up a backstory involving corporate espionage, sovereign citizens, and adrenochrome-guzzling Hollywood elites. I don't wanna burst that fiction...don't look at me like that, Mom! If people on the dark web knew I was a young girl, they'd never take me seriously!"
"So, can ya'll pick this ingot up for me?"
If this mission doesn't sound appealing, Hero Help Now (the premier website connecting heroes to those in need) has a new listing:
"Fungelbert Cobb has appeared again, like he does every 10 years. Two young boys are already lost to the swamp where the evil bastard resides. We're tired of being ignored, we're tired of everyone telling us Cobb is a rural legend. We want the boys saved and Cobb destroyed for good. If interested, respond to this message, or come to Highsmith's Store at Rattlesnake township."
You know that Rattlesnake is waaayy out in the boonies west of Small Town.
Mar 13, 2025 9:49 pm
"...Well, it's a big decision," Rocketeer reasons to herself after Small Fry vanishes. She'd like to be optimistic, but she has the feeling she won't be seeing Lily for a while. "I suppose we don't need to steal that machine back now. Not that I'd be opposed to doing it later anyway. 'Perpetual' motion machine or not, it'd be a fascinating study." She grins at the thought of having some time alone with the machine in question.
She politely requests another glass from Sarah... which she promptly spittakes when Eliza mentions impregnium. "Impregnium?? Really? All the way out here? You don't think that sounds far too good to be true?" Rocketeer raises an eyebrow. She's ninety-five percent certain that there is no impregnium. "If Rebound here is up for it, we can go right now. Just don't get your hopes up."
The new listing on Hero Help Now appears in the corner of her visor. She enhances the visual to fill her entire field of vision, reading through it before collapsing the window. "We've also got a so-called rural legend on HHN. Sounds like a load, but two boys went missing." She looks to Rebound for his opinion. "What'll it be?"
She politely requests another glass from Sarah... which she promptly spittakes when Eliza mentions impregnium. "Impregnium?? Really? All the way out here? You don't think that sounds far too good to be true?" Rocketeer raises an eyebrow. She's ninety-five percent certain that there is no impregnium. "If Rebound here is up for it, we can go right now. Just don't get your hopes up."
The new listing on Hero Help Now appears in the corner of her visor. She enhances the visual to fill her entire field of vision, reading through it before collapsing the window. "We've also got a so-called rural legend on HHN. Sounds like a load, but two boys went missing." She looks to Rebound for his opinion. "What'll it be?"
Mar 14, 2025 11:13 pm
Five minutes ago, on the other side of Small Town...
Tomo strolls down Hamlet Way with her resume in hand, ready for a job interview for a position at OmniCorp. All of a sudden, a nearby cornflake cart sellling 10 dollar bowls of cornflakes bursts into flames! The owner of the cornflake cart wails in despair, his life's work burning up before his eyes. Tomo pauses to look at the unfolding ruination of a man's life.
"Oh. Uh..."
Looking around, Tomo sees a conveniently located fire extinguisher mounted on a wall. Plodding over to it, Tomo tugs at it, but fails to account for how heavy it is compared to her skinny-ass arms. With a ting, the fire extinguisher comes off of the wall and hits the ground.
A second passes.
Then the fire extinguisher springs a leak, slamming into Tomo's gut and rocketing up, up into the sky with the high pitched Fwwwwiiiiii! of pressurized foam, zooming off into the atmosphere. The man puts out the fire by pouring some milk on it.
Five minutes later, the Caldwell residence...
The others might hear a Fwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiii approaching rapidly towards their location. They most definitely feel the THOOM as a blur of a girl wrapped around a fire extinguisher smashes into the backyard, launching dirt into the air as the impact contributes about 2 feet of depth to Eliza's hole.
As you look into the crater, you see a waiflike girl wearing an oversized hoodie with what you'd assume is her own name on it (but who does that?). A fire extinguisher, weakly farting out the last of the pressurized foam, pokes out of her stomach. She looks kind of familiar. Like that one bus driver. Or that one girl working at the DMV. Or that entire team of construction workers a couple of streets over. Or...huh, there are a lot of people around town who look like her, come to think of it.
The clicking flash of a camera goes off next to you. It's that girl, taking a picture of her own body with her phone. With a few taps, she sends the picture to a group chat in a channel named #dumb-ways-to-die.
Tomo strolls down Hamlet Way with her resume in hand, ready for a job interview for a position at OmniCorp. All of a sudden, a nearby cornflake cart sellling 10 dollar bowls of cornflakes bursts into flames! The owner of the cornflake cart wails in despair, his life's work burning up before his eyes. Tomo pauses to look at the unfolding ruination of a man's life.
"Oh. Uh..."
Looking around, Tomo sees a conveniently located fire extinguisher mounted on a wall. Plodding over to it, Tomo tugs at it, but fails to account for how heavy it is compared to her skinny-ass arms. With a ting, the fire extinguisher comes off of the wall and hits the ground.
A second passes.
Then the fire extinguisher springs a leak, slamming into Tomo's gut and rocketing up, up into the sky with the high pitched Fwwwwiiiiii! of pressurized foam, zooming off into the atmosphere. The man puts out the fire by pouring some milk on it.
Five minutes later, the Caldwell residence...
The others might hear a Fwwwwiiiiiiiiiiiiii approaching rapidly towards their location. They most definitely feel the THOOM as a blur of a girl wrapped around a fire extinguisher smashes into the backyard, launching dirt into the air as the impact contributes about 2 feet of depth to Eliza's hole.
[ +- ] Tomo
The clicking flash of a camera goes off next to you. It's that girl, taking a picture of her own body with her phone. With a few taps, she sends the picture to a group chat in a channel named #dumb-ways-to-die.
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Mar 14, 2025 11:56 pm
Unlike her up-for-anything daughter, Sarah can only handle so much. Eliza returning home, plus meeting new superhero friends, reduced her timidity somewhat...but with Small Fry's abrupt departure, Eliza's dark web misadventures, and this strange girl(s) plummeting into her backyard, she can do nothing but gape for several seconds.
Eventually: "Uh...are you OK, stranger? Is that you down there? Are you you?"
"...Would you like some lemonade?"
Eventually: "Uh...are you OK, stranger? Is that you down there? Are you you?"
"...Would you like some lemonade?"
Mar 15, 2025 1:06 am
Tomo blinks owlishly at the questions. But not like the wise kind of owl. More like an reclusive species of owl coming into contact with people for the first time.
"Umm...yes to all of those? I am kind of thirsty."
After checking the time on her phone, Tomo looks off into the distance, scratching her cheek absentmindedly as she calculates the time it'll take to get to her job interview on the other side of town, ignoring the robot animals, supers, and single mom looking at her.
"...Oh, I guess I can't make the job interview. Phooey."
"Umm...yes to all of those? I am kind of thirsty."
After checking the time on her phone, Tomo looks off into the distance, scratching her cheek absentmindedly as she calculates the time it'll take to get to her job interview on the other side of town, ignoring the robot animals, supers, and single mom looking at her.
"...Oh, I guess I can't make the job interview. Phooey."
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Mar 15, 2025 3:36 pm
After getting over her initial shock, Rocketeer can't help but laugh at the new absurdity injected into the situation. "I'll give you eight-point-five points. Minus two for apparently dying," her confusion is obvious as she looks at the corpse then back at Tomo, "but I'm giving a half point back for landing right in a grave. It was very considerate of you."
Jokes aside, Rocketeer is mentally trying to figure out just what the girl's deal is. Definitely some sort of supe. Did she duplicate before she died? I didn't see it, though.
"Hey, aren't you...? No, it couldn't be." She feels like she's seen this girl an awful lot while flying around, but she dismisses that feeling for now. "I can fly you to that interview if you want. What's your name? I'm Rocketeer."
Jokes aside, Rocketeer is mentally trying to figure out just what the girl's deal is. Definitely some sort of supe. Did she duplicate before she died? I didn't see it, though.
"Hey, aren't you...? No, it couldn't be." She feels like she's seen this girl an awful lot while flying around, but she dismisses that feeling for now. "I can fly you to that interview if you want. What's your name? I'm Rocketeer."
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Mar 15, 2025 9:19 pm
OOC:
I'm not too sure what adventure we're about to go on, but I could see this being an in for us to get into some trouble together."...I'm Tomo. Umm, I'll take the ride if it's not too much trouble. It's at the OmniCorp office, next to the OmniBuffet with the little popcorn shrimps."
Reaching into her hoodie pocket, Tomo pulls out a greasy paper napkin with some popcorn shrimp wrapped inside and pops one in her mouth, slowly munching on it like a small animal (that is, like how a small animal would munch, not like how one would munch on a small animal).
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Mar 16, 2025 3:02 pm
OOC:
Same here. Excited to see where it goesAs her jets start to roar to life, she looks at Eliza. "Sorry, got to go. You can just send Rebound and me the coordinates of the pickup spot, okay?" With that, she takes to the air in a burst of heat and light. She flies as fast as she can in order to make it to the OmniOffice on time, limiting her speed just enough to avoid peeling the skin from Tomo's face.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (4d6+1)
(3341) + 1 = 12
Mar 16, 2025 7:04 pm
The sudden acceleration launches the half-chewed popcorn shrimp from Tomo's mouth as the wind catches her cheeks and flaps them with a rapid "Abababababa!". Tomo resigns herself to her fate, lying limply in Rocketeer's arms and letting her limbs flail about like a car dealership's floppy dancing tube man on fast forward.
Mar 16, 2025 7:20 pm
"What the---?! Wait, we've gotta talk about this! I gotta give you a flash drive! I gotta update my contact on----"
Seeing that Rocketeer is out of earshot, she stops hollering...then changes her mind, takes a deep breath, and prepares to unleash a torrent of expletives. But seeing her mother right there, she instead just mutters a few f-bombs to herself.
"And that weird snacking girl left a body behind?!"
Seeing that Rocketeer is out of earshot, she stops hollering...then changes her mind, takes a deep breath, and prepares to unleash a torrent of expletives. But seeing her mother right there, she instead just mutters a few f-bombs to herself.
"And that weird snacking girl left a body behind?!"
Mar 16, 2025 7:24 pm
Sarah is just as concerned as her daughter. Since Tomo technically died on their property, could the "new" Tomo sic the courts on them?
"Ummm...I agree, Eliza. Definitely rude to just die like that...but she didn't seem concerned, or blame us, so maybe it's OK? If that's her power, it's a really weird one...."
"Why don't you put that body in your...what was it? Refrigerator? Cryo unit? That'll keep it from decomposing. Maybe Tomo will tell us what to do with it if she returns."
"Ummm...I agree, Eliza. Definitely rude to just die like that...but she didn't seem concerned, or blame us, so maybe it's OK? If that's her power, it's a really weird one...."
"Why don't you put that body in your...what was it? Refrigerator? Cryo unit? That'll keep it from decomposing. Maybe Tomo will tell us what to do with it if she returns."
Mar 16, 2025 7:32 pm
"Good idea, Mom. And it's called the Cryo-Sarcophagus of Preservation. Alright, team! Grab that body and put it in the CSoP. Be gentle!"
The robo-animals gingerly lift the dead Tomo (with some of them quizzically sniffing her) and carry her inside. Eliza follows behind, and they all go up to the attic, where the CSoP is located. Tomo is sealed inside, the unit is activated, and so the body will be preserved...until the CSoP blows a breaker again.
The robo-animals gingerly lift the dead Tomo (with some of them quizzically sniffing her) and carry her inside. Eliza follows behind, and they all go up to the attic, where the CSoP is located. Tomo is sealed inside, the unit is activated, and so the body will be preserved...until the CSoP blows a breaker again.
Mar 16, 2025 7:52 pm
Meanwhile, Rocketeer and Tomo are making good time...until "WEATHER ANOMALY" flashes across Rocketeer's HUD. Before she can do anything, streaking lightning surrounds her, and the wind swirls in strange patterns. A figure launches itself up from a pine tree below, where apparently it had been sitting on a branch....?
Rocketeer is once again face-to-face with Ragnar...who is clearly still on his bender. His hair is grimy, his clothes are mud-spattered, and he's desperately in need of mouthwash.
He's also twisted and folded his red cape into a sort of sling, which carries a 24 pack of Bud Light. Ragnar is vigorously drinking one can now.
"Hail, Iron Maiden! Looks like you repaired your armor...it looks better than ever! As for me, I've been having a merry time! Care for a drink?"
Then his demeanor becomes slightly more somber.
"Meghana found me, and we chatted a bit. Things are...still tense on that front. But I'm supposed to apologize to you all for rushing off like that. I should've stuck around, healed up, and then given you that boon. And I will give you that boon...uhh...eventually. Once I sober up...."
"Anyway, those necklaces Meghana gave you should tide you over until...well, until some point in the future."
Now he eyes Tomo curiously.
"Hello, listless girl! Has the armored one saved you from some calamity? And...hmmm...do you have a twin sister? I swear I've had a one-night stand with a woman who looked exactly like you...."
"Or maybe you're the one I slept with? HAH! Why didn't I think of that first? Tell me, do you remember a long, eventful evening with the hunk of man floating in front of you?"
Rocketeer is once again face-to-face with Ragnar...who is clearly still on his bender. His hair is grimy, his clothes are mud-spattered, and he's desperately in need of mouthwash.
He's also twisted and folded his red cape into a sort of sling, which carries a 24 pack of Bud Light. Ragnar is vigorously drinking one can now.
"Hail, Iron Maiden! Looks like you repaired your armor...it looks better than ever! As for me, I've been having a merry time! Care for a drink?"
Then his demeanor becomes slightly more somber.
"Meghana found me, and we chatted a bit. Things are...still tense on that front. But I'm supposed to apologize to you all for rushing off like that. I should've stuck around, healed up, and then given you that boon. And I will give you that boon...uhh...eventually. Once I sober up...."
"Anyway, those necklaces Meghana gave you should tide you over until...well, until some point in the future."
Now he eyes Tomo curiously.
"Hello, listless girl! Has the armored one saved you from some calamity? And...hmmm...do you have a twin sister? I swear I've had a one-night stand with a woman who looked exactly like you...."
"Or maybe you're the one I slept with? HAH! Why didn't I think of that first? Tell me, do you remember a long, eventful evening with the hunk of man floating in front of you?"
Mar 16, 2025 10:06 pm
Maybe it's the old popcorn shrimp. Or maybe it's the high speeds at vertigo inducing heights. Or maybe it's the sickening mouth feel of the bugs flattened in between her teeth. Or maybe it's Ragnar's Trashanova behavior. Whatever the reason, Tomo takes one look at Ragnar and vomits on him.
"...Bleeeh—!"
"...Bleeeh—!"
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Mar 16, 2025 10:08 pm
Not long after Rocketeer and Tomo leave the Caldwell residence, the presence of a sleek back car becomes ever more noticeable. Outside, looking at the vapour trail leaving the house are a pair of people who could, honestly, have looked more out of place in context but in this situation were perhaps on the level of weirdness.
One, a tall and well muscled young lady, has a pair of sunglasses pulled down to her nose so she can look over the top of them. She's wearing a sleeveless red cheogsam with a pair of cuffed black trousers, and her long black hair is tied near the small of her back with a thin band. She has a smirk playing across her blunted features.
Beside her, wearing a finely tailored black suit, is a white tiger. He too is wearing sunglasses, and has a folded jacket hanging over one arm. He seems a lot less interested in the pair who left, and instead has a noticeably concerned expression despite his feline face. The seconds drag on before one speaks.
"Valentina-" He begins, with a deep bass rumble.
"Fei-fei." She replies, not missing a beat.
He pauses, and for a moment he shoots her the withering look someone who is so done with life might give someone they're hired to put up with. Eventually he sighs and moves past it, choosing to ignore the statement although he never intends to use it.
"I understand it was a prophecy, but are we sure this is the right place?"
"I don't see anywhere else." She replies, her eyes snapping back to the door. "Besides, I heard someone mention something about a flash drive."
"You did." He nods. "How?"
She shrugs, and takes a few steps away from the car. It seems for a moment as though she's about to run off, but he reaches out and catches her arm. He's rewarded with a frustrated grunt, but doesn't release his grip. Instead, gently, he guides her toward the door to the house before lifting an oversized paw to knock at the door.
"No leaving until you've introduced yourself to the mistress of the house. Ma'am."
One, a tall and well muscled young lady, has a pair of sunglasses pulled down to her nose so she can look over the top of them. She's wearing a sleeveless red cheogsam with a pair of cuffed black trousers, and her long black hair is tied near the small of her back with a thin band. She has a smirk playing across her blunted features.
Beside her, wearing a finely tailored black suit, is a white tiger. He too is wearing sunglasses, and has a folded jacket hanging over one arm. He seems a lot less interested in the pair who left, and instead has a noticeably concerned expression despite his feline face. The seconds drag on before one speaks.
"Valentina-" He begins, with a deep bass rumble.
"Fei-fei." She replies, not missing a beat.
He pauses, and for a moment he shoots her the withering look someone who is so done with life might give someone they're hired to put up with. Eventually he sighs and moves past it, choosing to ignore the statement although he never intends to use it.
"I understand it was a prophecy, but are we sure this is the right place?"
"I don't see anywhere else." She replies, her eyes snapping back to the door. "Besides, I heard someone mention something about a flash drive."
"You did." He nods. "How?"
She shrugs, and takes a few steps away from the car. It seems for a moment as though she's about to run off, but he reaches out and catches her arm. He's rewarded with a frustrated grunt, but doesn't release his grip. Instead, gently, he guides her toward the door to the house before lifting an oversized paw to knock at the door.
"No leaving until you've introduced yourself to the mistress of the house. Ma'am."
OOC:
I figure I'll have Fei-fei follow along and collect some potentially missed plot points before she jumps into the party. I went for the tiger being one of her helpers too, hope that works!Last edited March 16, 2025 10:09 pm
Mar 16, 2025 10:18 pm
Oh hell... This guy. She brings herself to a stop and hovers in place. She considers immediately blowing him off, but he would probably catch up even in his drunken state, so she humors him for now.
"I'll have to pass on the drink. No hard feelings about the boon. Just shower, alright? I can smell you from here, and it is not pleasant." Her helmet closes completely, covering the bottom half of her face with a mask. Normally this feature is for filtering harmful airborne substances, but Ragnar's stink is enough to qualify as such in her opinion.
"I'll have to pass on the drink. No hard feelings about the boon. Just shower, alright? I can smell you from here, and it is not pleasant." Her helmet closes completely, covering the bottom half of her face with a mask. Normally this feature is for filtering harmful airborne substances, but Ragnar's stink is enough to qualify as such in her opinion.
Mar 17, 2025 8:12 pm
Ragnar is so caught up in his libations that he's unable to dodge the shrimpy puke. Lightning crackles across his body as he glares at Tomo, and it appears she's about to get a bolt right to the noggin, killing her yet again.
But then he smirks, and his storm subsides.
"Do a better job of aiming, my former possible hook-up. Or perhaps you did that on purpose...hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, eh?"
"As for my apparent stench...you could be kinder, Iron Maiden. Did we not fight together just yesterday, and trounce a villain? Yet it seems there's little camaraderie...."
"Anyway, being a master of the storm means I can shower anywhere!"
In what seems like a split-second, Ragnar has stripped off his armor, clothes, and beer-sling, though he still holds Lightningfang, his sword. An updraft of wind suspends his gear in mid-air. He then conjures a storm cloud above him, which sends a downpour on his nude (and, admittedly, pretty toned) body. He uses the rainwater to wash his body, and his smelly and puke-covered clothes.
"Ah, this is invigorating! Cold rainshowers always wash the hangovers away!"
🎵"I'm a lumberjack and I'm alright!"🎵
🎵"I work all day and I sleep all night!"🎵
"Anyone have any body wash?"
But then he smirks, and his storm subsides.
"Do a better job of aiming, my former possible hook-up. Or perhaps you did that on purpose...hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, eh?"
"As for my apparent stench...you could be kinder, Iron Maiden. Did we not fight together just yesterday, and trounce a villain? Yet it seems there's little camaraderie...."
"Anyway, being a master of the storm means I can shower anywhere!"
In what seems like a split-second, Ragnar has stripped off his armor, clothes, and beer-sling, though he still holds Lightningfang, his sword. An updraft of wind suspends his gear in mid-air. He then conjures a storm cloud above him, which sends a downpour on his nude (and, admittedly, pretty toned) body. He uses the rainwater to wash his body, and his smelly and puke-covered clothes.
"Ah, this is invigorating! Cold rainshowers always wash the hangovers away!"
🎵"I'm a lumberjack and I'm alright!"🎵
🎵"I work all day and I sleep all night!"🎵
"Anyone have any body wash?"
Mar 17, 2025 8:27 pm
A few seconds after the tiger knocks on the Caldwell's front door, holograms of Eliza and Sarah appear on the porch. It appears the porch light overhead doubles as a projector...and perhaps is also a weapon or alarm, knowing Eliza.
Eliza: "Welcome to the Caldwell residence! I'm Eliza!"
Sarah: "And I'm Sarah!"
Both wave.
Eliza: "We're currently [IN THE BACKYARD] so if you're a friend [COME SEE US]. If you're a foe, piss off...unless you wanna get trounced by an 11-year-old girl!"
Sarah: [sigh] "Excuse her feistiness. We look forward to seeing you!"
The holograms blink out. Fei-fei and her companion would be able to hear the commotion in the backyard. They would also hear a thrumming noise as the CSoP's warm-up (cold-up?) procedures finish.
Eliza: "Welcome to the Caldwell residence! I'm Eliza!"
Sarah: "And I'm Sarah!"
Both wave.
Eliza: "We're currently [IN THE BACKYARD] so if you're a friend [COME SEE US]. If you're a foe, piss off...unless you wanna get trounced by an 11-year-old girl!"
Sarah: [sigh] "Excuse her feistiness. We look forward to seeing you!"
The holograms blink out. Fei-fei and her companion would be able to hear the commotion in the backyard. They would also hear a thrumming noise as the CSoP's warm-up (cold-up?) procedures finish.
Mar 17, 2025 9:59 pm
Tomo kindly obliges Ragnar's request by throwing up on him again, too nauseous to even register anything Ragnar is doing or saying.
OOC:
Sucks to be whoever is standing underneath all of this.Last edited March 17, 2025 11:25 pm
Mar 17, 2025 10:20 pm
The white tiger scratches his chin in consideration, then nods. Still keeping a watch eye on a steadily more antsy Fei-fei, he guides her to the back yard. He shuffles her first, and clears his throat to announce himself.
"Good day, I hope we're not interrupting anything." His accent is a formal Indian, with a suggestion of someone very well educated. He has a hand on Fei-fei's shoulder partly to indicate a reassurance and partly to stop her from doing something they'd both regret.
She knows he doesn't expect her to run away anymore, quite the opposite. She'd been challenged, by an 11 year old sure, but challenged none the less. Her smirk had shrunk and had gained a wary stare. Even still, she places a fist against her palm in greeting. In a boisterous Sydney accent, she opens without hesitation.
"My name's Fei-fei, and a prophecy told me to seek this place. Told me a boat load of wild stuff was about to go down, and I figured I'd sidle up and see what's the happening." She cocks her head to the side.
The white tiger sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. So much for going undercover, as much as a white tiger in a suit could. "Please forgive my... companions brashness. My name is Boodha Saphed Baagh, and my companion is Valentina-"
"Fei-fei."
"-Angilley. We heard there were enhanced individuals in this vicinity?"
"Good day, I hope we're not interrupting anything." His accent is a formal Indian, with a suggestion of someone very well educated. He has a hand on Fei-fei's shoulder partly to indicate a reassurance and partly to stop her from doing something they'd both regret.
She knows he doesn't expect her to run away anymore, quite the opposite. She'd been challenged, by an 11 year old sure, but challenged none the less. Her smirk had shrunk and had gained a wary stare. Even still, she places a fist against her palm in greeting. In a boisterous Sydney accent, she opens without hesitation.
"My name's Fei-fei, and a prophecy told me to seek this place. Told me a boat load of wild stuff was about to go down, and I figured I'd sidle up and see what's the happening." She cocks her head to the side.
The white tiger sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. So much for going undercover, as much as a white tiger in a suit could. "Please forgive my... companions brashness. My name is Boodha Saphed Baagh, and my companion is Valentina-"
"Fei-fei."
"-Angilley. We heard there were enhanced individuals in this vicinity?"
Mar 18, 2025 10:17 pm
The rainshower quickly washes Tomo's vomit off Ragnar's body, but that doesn't lessen the self-proclaimed demi-god's ire.
To Tomo: "Once I can forgive...twice is an insult I won't let slide! You need a spanking, weird woman...and I'm the man to give it to you!"
To Rocketeer: "My quarrel isn't with you, Armor Gal...but if you're intent on defending this vomitous idiot, then prepare yourself for the wrath of the storm!"
And yes, it appears he's fighting nude, at least to start....
Rocketeer: If you're participating in this battle, roll a flat d20. If not, you can watch the other two beat each other up, or leave if you want.
Ragnar's stats here.
To Tomo: "Once I can forgive...twice is an insult I won't let slide! You need a spanking, weird woman...and I'm the man to give it to you!"
To Rocketeer: "My quarrel isn't with you, Armor Gal...but if you're intent on defending this vomitous idiot, then prepare yourself for the wrath of the storm!"
And yes, it appears he's fighting nude, at least to start....
OOC:
Tomo: Ragnar is fighting you! This will be "light" combat. He doesn't want to destroy you, only teach you a lesson. But if you decide to escalate, he'll happily oblige you! Roll a flat d20 for initiative.Rocketeer: If you're participating in this battle, roll a flat d20. If not, you can watch the other two beat each other up, or leave if you want.
Ragnar's stats here.
Rolls
Ragnar initiative - (d20)
(11) = 11
Mar 18, 2025 10:30 pm
"A prophecy, huh? You know, Gilliam proved in The Fallacy of Prophecies, Fate, and Chosen Ones that such things are mathematically impossible. But whatever gets you outta bed in the morning...."
"But you're both welcome to hang out! Seems my future underground bunker is the town's newest hot spot!"
"As for enhanced individuals, neither me nor my mom are enhanced. I'm just naturally super-smart. She's just...uhh...naturally a mom. There were two supes here, but they left...well, one's a supe...at least, she wears high-tech armor...the other's...well...."
Remembering the body in the CSoP, she trails off, and tries to flash a reassuring smile.
"And there's another supe that got left behind, named Rebound. He's connected to another dimension's power source! Lemme tell ya, those Newtonian violation levels of his are just elegant."
She glances around, but Rebound is nowhere to be seen.
"Huh. He was just here. Maybe he drank too much lemonade and had to take a piss? Anyway, you can have some lemonade too, if ya want. And maybe you can help me, if the other supes keep lollygagging and ignoring my important mission!"
While Eliza is babbling, several of her robo-animals have shuffled up to Boodha. They stare and sniff at him, unsure if he's a construct like them, or a truly living being.
"But you're both welcome to hang out! Seems my future underground bunker is the town's newest hot spot!"
"As for enhanced individuals, neither me nor my mom are enhanced. I'm just naturally super-smart. She's just...uhh...naturally a mom. There were two supes here, but they left...well, one's a supe...at least, she wears high-tech armor...the other's...well...."
Remembering the body in the CSoP, she trails off, and tries to flash a reassuring smile.
"And there's another supe that got left behind, named Rebound. He's connected to another dimension's power source! Lemme tell ya, those Newtonian violation levels of his are just elegant."
She glances around, but Rebound is nowhere to be seen.
"Huh. He was just here. Maybe he drank too much lemonade and had to take a piss? Anyway, you can have some lemonade too, if ya want. And maybe you can help me, if the other supes keep lollygagging and ignoring my important mission!"
While Eliza is babbling, several of her robo-animals have shuffled up to Boodha. They stare and sniff at him, unsure if he's a construct like them, or a truly living being.
Mar 18, 2025 10:50 pm
Tomo looks at Ragnar blearily.
"Um...please don't. I'm going to be late..."
"Um...please don't. I'm going to be late..."
Last edited March 18, 2025 10:52 pm
Rolls
Init - (1d20)
(5) = 5
Mar 19, 2025 3:05 pm
"Oh come on Ragnar, you didn't like the 'body wash'?" Rocketeer chuckles. "If you're going to give out some wrath or whatever, at least cover that sorry thing up first."
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20)
(11) = 11
Mar 19, 2025 4:53 pm
Boodha scratches his chin, looking down at the robotic constructs warily. "I don't know this Gilliam, but I'm sure they know what they're talking about. Either way-"
"We arrived at the right place, so they can't all be that wrong huh?" Fei-fei gives Eliza a flat stare, already liking the girl less and less with each passing minute. "Half of the twelve are itching to get out and do something, so clearly there's some kind of ki in 'round here one way or another."
She crosses her arms, childishly amused by the offer of lemonade. "And no lemonade; that stuff rots your teeth and hits your performance. Can't be like me and indulge in kiddo stuff, you have to pick one or other. Since we know which one you picked how about you point us in the direction of the power armour lady and we get on our way."
"With thanks, of course." Boodha interjects, gently pushing the robots aside while holding up a placating hand. "And an apology for showing up uninvited like this."
"Oh, and we can deliver that hard drive you mentioned, too. Since we're just that good." Fei-fei offhanded continues to needle.
"We arrived at the right place, so they can't all be that wrong huh?" Fei-fei gives Eliza a flat stare, already liking the girl less and less with each passing minute. "Half of the twelve are itching to get out and do something, so clearly there's some kind of ki in 'round here one way or another."
She crosses her arms, childishly amused by the offer of lemonade. "And no lemonade; that stuff rots your teeth and hits your performance. Can't be like me and indulge in kiddo stuff, you have to pick one or other. Since we know which one you picked how about you point us in the direction of the power armour lady and we get on our way."
"With thanks, of course." Boodha interjects, gently pushing the robots aside while holding up a placating hand. "And an apology for showing up uninvited like this."
"Oh, and we can deliver that hard drive you mentioned, too. Since we're just that good." Fei-fei offhanded continues to needle.
Mar 19, 2025 8:15 pm
Round One
11: Rocketeer
11: Ragnar
5: Tomo
Rocketeer, you're up!
Alcoholic (3) is a inappropriate cliche this fight. Beware!
11: Rocketeer
11: Ragnar
5: Tomo
Rocketeer, you're up!
Alcoholic (3) is a inappropriate cliche this fight. Beware!
Mar 19, 2025 8:24 pm
Sarah can see the tension building between the newcomer and her daughter. She rubs Eliza's shoulder tenderly, but the girl genius smirks, her look saying "Watch me humble this egomaniac."
The irony isn't lost on Sarah, since Eliza is usually the one yelling about her tech prowess....
"Um. The lemonade is low sugar, so you don't have to worry about all those negative effects. Unless you're on a zero sugar diet. In that case...maybe I can get you some water?"
The irony isn't lost on Sarah, since Eliza is usually the one yelling about her tech prowess....
"Um. The lemonade is low sugar, so you don't have to worry about all those negative effects. Unless you're on a zero sugar diet. In that case...maybe I can get you some water?"
Mar 19, 2025 8:34 pm
"Forget the lemonade! And the water! We're not gonna put out a vegan spread or something because she's too uptight to gulp down a few grams of sugar!"
"As for delivering this flash drive...you seem mighty confident, but I don't know nothin' about you! And overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer! I would know! So I'm wondering if I should enlist your help...."
"Rocketeer took down Elias Raines yesterday, so I trust them to get the job done. Rebound also seems legit. I wish Small Fry hadn't left, though...she's tougher'n she looks...anyway...."
"How about you show me what you got, Valentina? If I like what I see, I'll give you the drive and send you off after Rocketeer and what's-her-face. If not...well, maybe you can go grab a super-healthy smoothie to make you feel better?"
She grabs her Dustbuster-scanner-thing, ready to collect data whenever Fei-fei demonstrates her ability. That is, if Fei-fei chooses to do so. Maybe she'll reject Eliza's little test?
"As for delivering this flash drive...you seem mighty confident, but I don't know nothin' about you! And overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer! I would know! So I'm wondering if I should enlist your help...."
"Rocketeer took down Elias Raines yesterday, so I trust them to get the job done. Rebound also seems legit. I wish Small Fry hadn't left, though...she's tougher'n she looks...anyway...."
"How about you show me what you got, Valentina? If I like what I see, I'll give you the drive and send you off after Rocketeer and what's-her-face. If not...well, maybe you can go grab a super-healthy smoothie to make you feel better?"
She grabs her Dustbuster-scanner-thing, ready to collect data whenever Fei-fei demonstrates her ability. That is, if Fei-fei chooses to do so. Maybe she'll reject Eliza's little test?
Mar 20, 2025 12:02 am
Rocketeer can't fight effectively while holding Tomo, so she briefly lands to put her down, then takes to the air again.
Commanding her armor technopathically, she pops a pair of missile launchers out of her gauntlets and fires off two bottle-sized missiles that carry a liquid sedative. As they home in on Ragnar, their cones open up to reveal large needles that will deliver the sedative into Ragnar's bloodstream if they hit their mark.
Commanding her armor technopathically, she pops a pair of missile launchers out of her gauntlets and fires off two bottle-sized missiles that carry a liquid sedative. As they home in on Ragnar, their cones open up to reveal large needles that will deliver the sedative into Ragnar's bloodstream if they hit their mark.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (4d6+1)
(4211) + 1 = 9
Mar 20, 2025 12:32 am
The missiles get closer...and closer...and closer...until with a wave of his sword, Ragnar summons a lightning storm that destroys all of them!
"Did you think such a pitiful attack could phase me, Rocket Female? I let them get close just so I could blast them with a flourish!"
"I'm disappointed that you insist on defending Puke Female...but maybe after I spank you too, you'll learn the error of your ways!"
He sends a bolt back at Rocketeer, knocking her out of the air and sending her crashing down into a pine tree...in fact, the very pine tree he was sitting on at the beginning of this encounter!
By the way, this fight occurs over a residential area, so some of the residents have already noticed the brouhaha, and are craning their necks at the combatants!
"Did you think such a pitiful attack could phase me, Rocket Female? I let them get close just so I could blast them with a flourish!"
"I'm disappointed that you insist on defending Puke Female...but maybe after I spank you too, you'll learn the error of your ways!"
He sends a bolt back at Rocketeer, knocking her out of the air and sending her crashing down into a pine tree...in fact, the very pine tree he was sitting on at the beginning of this encounter!
By the way, this fight occurs over a residential area, so some of the residents have already noticed the brouhaha, and are craning their necks at the combatants!
OOC:
Rocketeer loses 1 dice.Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (5d6)
(42664) = 22
Mar 20, 2025 12:42 am
Though (somewhat) angry at Rocketeer, Ragnar now focuses on Tomo, his original target. He swoops down to where Rocketeer dropped her off, and then advances, twirling Lightningfang in his hands.
An elderly woman in the neighborhood gasps when she sees Ragnar's nudity (but still peers through the fingers she fake-prudishly covers her face with), but Ragnar ignores her.
"Just take your punishment like a good lass, OK? Even two-versus-one, you all are no match for me!"
His intent is to spank Tomo with the flat of his sword!
An elderly woman in the neighborhood gasps when she sees Ragnar's nudity (but still peers through the fingers she fake-prudishly covers her face with), but Ragnar ignores her.
"Just take your punishment like a good lass, OK? Even two-versus-one, you all are no match for me!"
His intent is to spank Tomo with the flat of his sword!
OOC:
Tomo, roll and defend yourself!Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (5d6)
(23466) = 21
Mar 20, 2025 1:38 am
Tomo pales as Ragnar approaches, sword in hand. Paralyzed in fear, Tomo curls up into a ball and starts crying.
"S-stop...! I'm sorry!"
But then, something weird happens. A necklace is ejected out of quantum space, smacking Ragnar in the nuts with a flaming uppercut. Ragnar must've made someone very small, very angry.
"S-stop...! I'm sorry!"
But then, something weird happens. A necklace is ejected out of quantum space, smacking Ragnar in the nuts with a flaming uppercut. Ragnar must've made someone very small, very angry.
OOC:
Well, this is awkward.Last edited March 20, 2025 1:39 am
Rolls
Another Weird Day (pumped for +2 dice) - (5d6)
(23213) = 11
Reroll - (5d6)
(54432) = 18
Mar 20, 2025 1:59 am
OOC:
Indeed!"What sorcery is----?! Oh, never mind! I recognize Meghana's work. The necklace gave you an extra boost, didn't it? But it's still not enough!"
Taking a few deep breaths to recover from the low blow, he then stares down at the curled-up Tomo.
"It's almost not any fun if you're gonna just give up...almost!"
He sends the flat of his blade against Tomo's bum for five good hits! Each blow slides Tomo across the ground a few feet. She'll have quite a bruised posterior.
"Ah, that makes me feel marvelous! If your parents hadn't spared the rod, maybe you wouldn't callously puke on demi-gods!"
"Now where is the armored one? Time for her discipline!"
Tomo used up her advantage roll for the day. It's now Round Two, so the pump damage plus losing the roll means she's defeated!
Round Two
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3)
11: Ragnar
5: Tomo– down to Another Weird Day (0)
Rocketeer, you're up!
Mar 20, 2025 5:32 am
"Ask and you shall receive!"
As if on cue (though really she only just now recovered), Rocketeer bursts into the sky, scorching the remnants of the pine tree she landed on with the backblast. She hangs in the air for a second before accelerating rapidly enough to produce a vapor cone, swooping down for Ragnar as if to tackle him head-on. However, she feints by flying past him at the last second and grabbing onto a nearly streetlamp to reverse her momentum. She aims a rocket-powered kick right at his hopefully unprotected back.
As if on cue (though really she only just now recovered), Rocketeer bursts into the sky, scorching the remnants of the pine tree she landed on with the backblast. She hangs in the air for a second before accelerating rapidly enough to produce a vapor cone, swooping down for Ragnar as if to tackle him head-on. However, she feints by flying past him at the last second and grabbing onto a nearly streetlamp to reverse her momentum. She aims a rocket-powered kick right at his hopefully unprotected back.
OOC:
Pumping High-Flying Daredevil by 3 and using the necklaceRolls
High-Flying Daredevil (+3 pump) - (7d6)
(1161532) = 19
Reroll - (7d6)
(4464225) = 27
Mar 20, 2025 12:31 pm
Boodha delivers the largest, most world weary sigh he's given yet and suggests quietly that Sarah and he put some distance between them and the two. He's aware of how much damage can be done by even the best intentioned people. While still putting the scene unfolding in front of him to the back of his mind, he takes out a flip phone and starts using it with clumsy clawed digits.
"You want to challenge me little lady? Maybe I underestimated you." Fei-fei takes off her glasses and throws them aside. She cracks her knuckles and her neck, giving herself some space. She's clearly misunderstood the situation, but that's more stupidity than anything else. "I'd say nothing off the table but you might be a little young for that. How about one touch? Or maybe get one of those bots to stand in?"
Casually, she settles into snake stance. The astral energy in her blood starts to tingle, and in her minds ear the sibilance of snake rolls over her. She can't quite hear its voice yet, and she knows using one of the twelve here is overkill, but when had she ever been one to hold back?
"You want to challenge me little lady? Maybe I underestimated you." Fei-fei takes off her glasses and throws them aside. She cracks her knuckles and her neck, giving herself some space. She's clearly misunderstood the situation, but that's more stupidity than anything else. "I'd say nothing off the table but you might be a little young for that. How about one touch? Or maybe get one of those bots to stand in?"
Casually, she settles into snake stance. The astral energy in her blood starts to tingle, and in her minds ear the sibilance of snake rolls over her. She can't quite hear its voice yet, and she knows using one of the twelve here is overkill, but when had she ever been one to hold back?
Mar 20, 2025 7:28 pm
"Bring it on, you tin can!"
Rather than defend in any way, Ragnar uses a gust of wind to deliver his Bud Light to his side. He cracks open two cans at once, guzzling them Stone Cold Steve Austin style.
His eyes go wide as Rocketeer hurtles towards him...but then he laughs heartily as she "misses."
"Just as I thought! My aura of power (and sexiness) thwarted you! I----"
Then Rocketeer's kick slams into his back, propelling him face-first into yet another pine tree! Bark flies everywhere, and pinecones fall from the tree like rain, but the tree is a thicker one, and doesn't fall.
After peeling himself off the tree, Ragnar turns slowly towards Rocketeer, a wild grin on his face. With another wind-burst, he summons his gear to his side, and finally puts some clothes on. The bystanders boo or cheer this, depending on their feelings about Ragnar's physique.
"Well played! I think that scratched my cheek!"
Several gashes can indeed be seen on his face, but the warrior is too proud to let on how much they sting.
"Have at thee!"
At least now you're fighting a fully-clothed opponent....
Round Two
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +3 pump this round
11: Ragnar – down to Alcoholic (2)
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Rather than defend in any way, Ragnar uses a gust of wind to deliver his Bud Light to his side. He cracks open two cans at once, guzzling them Stone Cold Steve Austin style.
His eyes go wide as Rocketeer hurtles towards him...but then he laughs heartily as she "misses."
"Just as I thought! My aura of power (and sexiness) thwarted you! I----"
Then Rocketeer's kick slams into his back, propelling him face-first into yet another pine tree! Bark flies everywhere, and pinecones fall from the tree like rain, but the tree is a thicker one, and doesn't fall.
After peeling himself off the tree, Ragnar turns slowly towards Rocketeer, a wild grin on his face. With another wind-burst, he summons his gear to his side, and finally puts some clothes on. The bystanders boo or cheer this, depending on their feelings about Ragnar's physique.
"Well played! I think that scratched my cheek!"
Several gashes can indeed be seen on his face, but the warrior is too proud to let on how much they sting.
"Have at thee!"
At least now you're fighting a fully-clothed opponent....
Round Two
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil +3 pump this round
11: Ragnar – down to Alcoholic (2)
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Rolls
Alcoholic - (3d6)
(134) = 8
Mar 20, 2025 7:36 pm
Rocketeer's aerial acrobatics concern Ragnar. Not a lot, just a smidgen. He wields Lightningfang, after all!
But just to be safe...he conjures up a pea-soup fog, chilling the air and reducing visibility to just a few feet. The more timid bystanders rush inside, not liking where this is going. The more courageous ones fiddle with their phones, trying to see if there's some special option that'll let them see through the fog.
Ragnar stalks Rocketeer through the fog, focusing on her last location. He's certain her high-tech armor has scanning functions, but maybe he can get the jump on her before she can activate them....
But just to be safe...he conjures up a pea-soup fog, chilling the air and reducing visibility to just a few feet. The more timid bystanders rush inside, not liking where this is going. The more courageous ones fiddle with their phones, trying to see if there's some special option that'll let them see through the fog.
Ragnar stalks Rocketeer through the fog, focusing on her last location. He's certain her high-tech armor has scanning functions, but maybe he can get the jump on her before she can activate them....
OOC:
Rocketeer, roll and defend yourself!Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (5d6)
(42653) = 20
Mar 20, 2025 7:53 pm
"Huh?! Oh, I didn't want you to fight me, just demonstrate your skills! I'd scan you while you did your thing, then make a determination of your ability!"
"Buuuutttt...since you're so gung-ho, why don't we have a little scuffle? Just something quick...and friendly...."
"Friendly" doesn't sound very friend-like....
The girl genius clicks a button on her tool-belt, and a faint shimmer surrounds her. Some sort of force field? She then grabs her antimatter shotgun from a nearby table, loads a shell, and points it at Fei-fei!
In her best Michael Buffer voice: "Leeettttt's get ready to rummmblllee!"
Going ahead and rolling for Eliza, since there will only be one roll apiece.
"Buuuutttt...since you're so gung-ho, why don't we have a little scuffle? Just something quick...and friendly...."
"Friendly" doesn't sound very friend-like....
The girl genius clicks a button on her tool-belt, and a faint shimmer surrounds her. Some sort of force field? She then grabs her antimatter shotgun from a nearby table, loads a shell, and points it at Fei-fei!
In her best Michael Buffer voice: "Leeettttt's get ready to rummmblllee!"
OOC:
If you engage, this'll be a single-action conflict. Loser will only lose one dice. Winner will have limited ability to "choose the fate" of the loser, since this is just a one-round test among "friends."Going ahead and rolling for Eliza, since there will only be one roll apiece.
Rolls
Engineer Extraordinaire - (4d6)
(6122) = 11
Mar 20, 2025 9:48 pm
As Ragnar fights Rocketeer, Tomo sniffles as she calls the police.
"Snff...y-yeah, h-he stripped right in front of us! And he chased after me with a w-weapon...now he's chasing the woman who was trying to h-help me! W-we're on Rivercreek Ave."
"Snff...y-yeah, h-he stripped right in front of us! And he chased after me with a w-weapon...now he's chasing the woman who was trying to h-help me! W-we're on Rivercreek Ave."
Mar 20, 2025 10:29 pm
OOC:
Tomo: You've been defeated in combat, so you can't do much of anything until combat is resolved. No rolls, no trying to affect the battle, etc.If you want to post, you can write about your thoughts or backstory.
Mar 21, 2025 3:50 am
A fog, seriously? Engaging infrared.
Her visor shifts modes, allowing her to see Ragnar and the few bystanders who were brave, or foolish, enough to stay outside. She kicks over a nearby trashcan to make some noise intended to draw him towards her, then she sneaks away on foot. From behind a car, she watches his approach carefully, trying to judge the right moment to strike...
She comes out of hiding and rockets towards him. However, she knows she probably can't beat him in a straight fight... so long as he's holding the source of his power. When she comes close, she reaches out for Lightningfang and tries to swipe it as she's passing by!
Her visor shifts modes, allowing her to see Ragnar and the few bystanders who were brave, or foolish, enough to stay outside. She kicks over a nearby trashcan to make some noise intended to draw him towards her, then she sneaks away on foot. From behind a car, she watches his approach carefully, trying to judge the right moment to strike...
She comes out of hiding and rockets towards him. However, she knows she probably can't beat him in a straight fight... so long as he's holding the source of his power. When she comes close, she reaches out for Lightningfang and tries to swipe it as she's passing by!
OOC:
I'm intending to take his demigod cliche's Tools of the Trade and hopefully force him to operate at half-dice.Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil (+3 pump) - (7d6)
(1565245) = 28
Mar 21, 2025 3:33 pm
"Hey now, guns are against the rules." Fei-fei's tone is petulant, but the aura around her grows until it seems as though she's surrounded by a see through snakelike entity.
She takes a breath, her eyes set on Eliza's and when she hears the bark of the shotgun she drops to the floor with an inhuman grace. She darts forward closing the distance in the time it takes her to let her breath go. As soon as her front foot is planted she delivers one, two, three and more arrow fast strikes.
She takes a breath, her eyes set on Eliza's and when she hears the bark of the shotgun she drops to the floor with an inhuman grace. She darts forward closing the distance in the time it takes her to let her breath go. As soon as her front foot is planted she delivers one, two, three and more arrow fast strikes.
Last edited March 21, 2025 3:36 pm
Rolls
Lunar Twelve - (4D6)
(3353) = 14
Mar 21, 2025 8:33 pm
OOC:
First time this tactic has been used! Yeah, you beat him easily, so you'll snatch his sword, which will reduce him to 3 dice. Looks like Risus wants us to round up for this. I'm ruling this is a "special counter-attack" with a specific objective, so you don't drop him to 2 dice since you also won the roll.Ragnar can attempt to regain his weapon, which will heal 2 dice.
The fog immediately dissipates, and the lightning that perpetually crackles around him is reduced to just a few sparks. However, he doesn't transform into a powerless form, a la Bruce Banner; this is basically his form. Losing the sword is still a major blow...as his red face and crazy eyes indicate.
"GIVE...THAT...BACK! It's bonded to ME, foul woman!"
Round Three
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1)
11: Ragnar – down to Demi-god (3), Alcoholic (2), lost Lightningfang
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Rocketeer, you're up!
Mar 21, 2025 8:46 pm
"Aw, shit! Is that magic?! It's always----"
Having dodged the shotgun blast, Fei-fei's rapid-fire strikes send Eliza hurtling towards the large mound of dug-up dirt! She crashes into it with a THWUMP, sending up a cloud of dust.
Her mother and her robo-minions are at her side instantly, pulling her out of the mound and checking her for injuries. Between the squeaks and squawks of the robots and the worried/lecturing tone of Sarah, the noise is overwhelming.
"ENOUGH! I'm fine! My forcefield protected me. I'm just dirty...and pissed off. I can't believe she dodged that blast. I thought I'd calculated the spread to hit anything in front of me at that distance!"
She slowly walks over to Fei-fei, trying to delay her admittance of defeat. But it can only be avoided for so long, so finally she says....
"You've got some skill...looks like you've got a martial arts style that lets you tap into special powers? Hmmm...wonder how many there are, and if they could be isolated...."
"Anyway, you won (barely!), so whaddaya want from me now? Make it reasonable! I'm not gonna hand over my robot army or anything like that!"
Having dodged the shotgun blast, Fei-fei's rapid-fire strikes send Eliza hurtling towards the large mound of dug-up dirt! She crashes into it with a THWUMP, sending up a cloud of dust.
Her mother and her robo-minions are at her side instantly, pulling her out of the mound and checking her for injuries. Between the squeaks and squawks of the robots and the worried/lecturing tone of Sarah, the noise is overwhelming.
"ENOUGH! I'm fine! My forcefield protected me. I'm just dirty...and pissed off. I can't believe she dodged that blast. I thought I'd calculated the spread to hit anything in front of me at that distance!"
She slowly walks over to Fei-fei, trying to delay her admittance of defeat. But it can only be avoided for so long, so finally she says....
"You've got some skill...looks like you've got a martial arts style that lets you tap into special powers? Hmmm...wonder how many there are, and if they could be isolated...."
"Anyway, you won (barely!), so whaddaya want from me now? Make it reasonable! I'm not gonna hand over my robot army or anything like that!"
OOC:
Eliza loses 1 dice, and now grudgingly respects you. What will you ask of her?Mar 21, 2025 9:36 pm
Rocketeer skids to a stop, digging into the asphalt with her boots. Lightningfang is gripped firmly in her grasp. Picking up reduced atmospheric charge in his vicinity. That definitely dealt a blow to his power.
Picking up on his impotent rage, she decides to piss him off even further by poking at his insecurities.
"So you say. But wouldn't you rather bond with me, oh powerful Lightningfang? I'm not a useless, alcoholic piece of shit still stewing in their breakup," she says mockingly. She brings Lightningfang up to her ear, as if she can really hear what it's saying, if it's even sentient at all. She can't, of course, but she proceeds with her lambasting. "Oooh... Looks like your precious sword is breaking up with you too. Without it, what are you? Just a man, and not much of one. Using your great mighty power to get piss drunk and pick on women. This is why she left you."
Picking up on his impotent rage, she decides to piss him off even further by poking at his insecurities.
"So you say. But wouldn't you rather bond with me, oh powerful Lightningfang? I'm not a useless, alcoholic piece of shit still stewing in their breakup," she says mockingly. She brings Lightningfang up to her ear, as if she can really hear what it's saying, if it's even sentient at all. She can't, of course, but she proceeds with her lambasting. "Oooh... Looks like your precious sword is breaking up with you too. Without it, what are you? Just a man, and not much of one. Using your great mighty power to get piss drunk and pick on women. This is why she left you."
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (3d6+1)
(346) + 1 = 14
Mar 22, 2025 11:59 am
Fei-fei blinks, taken aback by the question. "Huh? No, I don't want anything. I thought we were just-"
"I believe the agreed terms were that you'd point us in the direction of the supers, and we could deliver a hard drive." Boodha interjects before she can sabotage herself.
Somewhere along the way he ended up with a glass of lemonade, and he's already drunk a lot of it from what anyone can see. Still, he takes a sip before continuing, his eyes closed in a feline smile. "And if there's anything else you'd like us to pass along?"
Fei-fei rolls her eyes and scoffs, not really sure why winning made her an errand girl.
"I believe the agreed terms were that you'd point us in the direction of the supers, and we could deliver a hard drive." Boodha interjects before she can sabotage herself.
Somewhere along the way he ended up with a glass of lemonade, and he's already drunk a lot of it from what anyone can see. Still, he takes a sip before continuing, his eyes closed in a feline smile. "And if there's anything else you'd like us to pass along?"
Fei-fei rolls her eyes and scoffs, not really sure why winning made her an errand girl.
Mar 22, 2025 8:37 pm
"Useless?! How dare you?! I've saved thousands of people all over the world! What have you done that's comparable?! You couldn't even find Raines without me, and he was in your own backyard!"
"And picking on women?! That fool puked on me twice, and you did nothing but watch! I guess you thought it was humorous! 'Ha ha, look at Ragnar covered in vomit! Maybe I'll take a photo and put it online, so everyone can laugh along with me!'"
"I've had enough of your hypocrisy and callousness! It seems you want a serious fight, so you'll fuckin' get one! But first, I WILL have my sword back!"
Powered by anger and desperation, he lunges towards Rocketeer, grabbing her gauntlets before she can jet away! He wrenches Lightningfang from her grasp, then shoves her aside.
Back in its owner's hand, the blade glows bright blue, and lightning swirls rapidly around Ragnar. Dark clouds appear above, blotting out the sun and giving the battlefield an apocalyptic vibe. The remaining bystanders decide they're not that courageous, and scurry inside, leaving you two alone to duke it out.
Ragnar advances towards Rocketeer, his eyes literally spewing blue fire!
Ragnar gets Lightningfang back, and restores 2 dice! This is again a "special attack," so Rocketeer doesn't lose dice, like Ragnar didn't lose additional dice earlier.
Round Three
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1)
11: Ragnar – Demi-god +2 pump this round, Alcoholic (2)
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Ragnar's turn coming up!
And as he stated, this combat is now serious bizness!
"And picking on women?! That fool puked on me twice, and you did nothing but watch! I guess you thought it was humorous! 'Ha ha, look at Ragnar covered in vomit! Maybe I'll take a photo and put it online, so everyone can laugh along with me!'"
"I've had enough of your hypocrisy and callousness! It seems you want a serious fight, so you'll fuckin' get one! But first, I WILL have my sword back!"
Powered by anger and desperation, he lunges towards Rocketeer, grabbing her gauntlets before she can jet away! He wrenches Lightningfang from her grasp, then shoves her aside.
Back in its owner's hand, the blade glows bright blue, and lightning swirls rapidly around Ragnar. Dark clouds appear above, blotting out the sun and giving the battlefield an apocalyptic vibe. The remaining bystanders decide they're not that courageous, and scurry inside, leaving you two alone to duke it out.
Ragnar advances towards Rocketeer, his eyes literally spewing blue fire!
Ragnar gets Lightningfang back, and restores 2 dice! This is again a "special attack," so Rocketeer doesn't lose dice, like Ragnar didn't lose additional dice earlier.
Round Three
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1)
11: Ragnar – Demi-god +2 pump this round, Alcoholic (2)
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Ragnar's turn coming up!
And as he stated, this combat is now serious bizness!
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah, +2 pump - (5d6)
(64626) = 24
Mar 22, 2025 8:59 pm
No less than five lightning bolts slash down from the roiling, black clouds, hitting Lightningfang and causing it to vibrate with power! It no longer looks like a sword, but some item of pure, unstoppable energy!
Ragnar then sends the empowered blade directly towards Rocketeer's head in an arcing slash...and he's not using the flat of the blade this time!
Ragnar then sends the empowered blade directly towards Rocketeer's head in an arcing slash...and he's not using the flat of the blade this time!
OOC:
Rocketeer, defend yourself!Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah, +2 pump - (7d6)
(2664332) = 26
Mar 22, 2025 9:30 pm
"Hmmm...fair enough."
Still not wanting to enlist Fei-fei, but obligated to because of her own agreement, she takes her sweet time fiddling with her Eliza-pad.
"The supes went that way [points]...huh...those menacing clouds weren't there before. Safe bet they're involved in whatever that is."
Now that Ragnar is unleashed, you really don't need Eliza's directions to find them. You do, however, need the flash drive...which she finally hands to Boodha, not Fei-fei.
"Hold on a sec. I need to update my contact. I'll tell them anti-heroes are coming to the exchange, so don't act too heroic. They don't seem to like the run-of-the-mill beat-up-poor-people heroes."
"And I say them, because I don't know this person's...group's?...gender. An analysis of their messages indicates a woman, but ya never can tell on the dark web...they think I'm a dude, after all...."
After a few seconds of tapping, she's apparently exchanged a few dark web messages with her contact.
"OK, they have no objection to anything. Their name is Echo, by the way, but dunno if you'll meet them or not. They might send a middle-man, just like I am."
"There's an abandoned church to the south of Small Town called the Pillar of Fire Hope Center. Ugghhh...creeps me out just sayin' the name. Glad they ran outta money and had to abandon the place...."
"Meet 'em there, give 'em the flash drive. It has a bunch of engineering stuff on it...blueprints, theories, etcetera. This Echo is plenty smart, but I've got the edge in engineering, so we barter our knowledge. And the drive is encrypted, so don't fiddle with it. They'll already know how to open it, don't worry."
"And remember, you're picking up an impregnium ingot. That stuff is rare, I know, and I don't wanna get duped, so scan it with this before you hand over the drive. That's why I don't just shoot them all this info over the Internet...don't wanna get backstabbed."
She hands Boodha a device the size of a playing card. It has a small screen and some sort of LED-scanning thing on its top edge.
"Scan it with the Analyzer 5000. If it says it's impregnium with at least 95% purity, we're good to go."
She rubs her chin, pondering if she's missing anything.
"Think you're all set! Guess you're gonna rendezvous with the other supes and then head to the church? Oh, and don't worry...I don't think I've mentioned a reward, but I'll cobble something together for you all if you bring me back that ingot!"
Still not wanting to enlist Fei-fei, but obligated to because of her own agreement, she takes her sweet time fiddling with her Eliza-pad.
"The supes went that way [points]...huh...those menacing clouds weren't there before. Safe bet they're involved in whatever that is."
Now that Ragnar is unleashed, you really don't need Eliza's directions to find them. You do, however, need the flash drive...which she finally hands to Boodha, not Fei-fei.
"Hold on a sec. I need to update my contact. I'll tell them anti-heroes are coming to the exchange, so don't act too heroic. They don't seem to like the run-of-the-mill beat-up-poor-people heroes."
"And I say them, because I don't know this person's...group's?...gender. An analysis of their messages indicates a woman, but ya never can tell on the dark web...they think I'm a dude, after all...."
After a few seconds of tapping, she's apparently exchanged a few dark web messages with her contact.
"OK, they have no objection to anything. Their name is Echo, by the way, but dunno if you'll meet them or not. They might send a middle-man, just like I am."
"There's an abandoned church to the south of Small Town called the Pillar of Fire Hope Center. Ugghhh...creeps me out just sayin' the name. Glad they ran outta money and had to abandon the place...."
"Meet 'em there, give 'em the flash drive. It has a bunch of engineering stuff on it...blueprints, theories, etcetera. This Echo is plenty smart, but I've got the edge in engineering, so we barter our knowledge. And the drive is encrypted, so don't fiddle with it. They'll already know how to open it, don't worry."
"And remember, you're picking up an impregnium ingot. That stuff is rare, I know, and I don't wanna get duped, so scan it with this before you hand over the drive. That's why I don't just shoot them all this info over the Internet...don't wanna get backstabbed."
She hands Boodha a device the size of a playing card. It has a small screen and some sort of LED-scanning thing on its top edge.
"Scan it with the Analyzer 5000. If it says it's impregnium with at least 95% purity, we're good to go."
She rubs her chin, pondering if she's missing anything.
"Think you're all set! Guess you're gonna rendezvous with the other supes and then head to the church? Oh, and don't worry...I don't think I've mentioned a reward, but I'll cobble something together for you all if you bring me back that ingot!"
Mar 22, 2025 10:19 pm
Rocketeer gets back up after being thrown to the ground. Faced with Ragnar's wrath, she can't help but grin. This is the sort of danger she craves. "Now we're talking. Look at you, finally putting on your big boy pants!"
He got his sword back, but he's pushing himself. He can't go on forever.
Neither can she, but she's willing to bet on outlasting him.
She stands ready for Ragnar's next attack, but he's far faster than she expects. She quickly surmises she's not going to be able to retreat into the air or dodge in time, so she reaches out with her technopathy. Immediately, every street lamp in the vicinity is turned on, their lightbulbs pushed far beyond their normal output, bathing the street in intense light. Rocketeer's visor protects her eyes, but Ragnar is effectively blinded for a moment right before he swings. Taking advantage of this, she manages to narrowly avoid being hit in the head, but the slash still scores across her chestplate, nearly reaching her flesh.
In rapid succession, the overworked bulbs of the streetlamps burst.
He got his sword back, but he's pushing himself. He can't go on forever.
Neither can she, but she's willing to bet on outlasting him.
She stands ready for Ragnar's next attack, but he's far faster than she expects. She quickly surmises she's not going to be able to retreat into the air or dodge in time, so she reaches out with her technopathy. Immediately, every street lamp in the vicinity is turned on, their lightbulbs pushed far beyond their normal output, bathing the street in intense light. Rocketeer's visor protects her eyes, but Ragnar is effectively blinded for a moment right before he swings. Taking advantage of this, she manages to narrowly avoid being hit in the head, but the slash still scores across her chestplate, nearly reaching her flesh.
In rapid succession, the overworked bulbs of the streetlamps burst.
Rolls
Technopathic Nanoimplants - (2d6)
(23) = 5
Mar 22, 2025 10:45 pm
OOC:
Down to Technopathic Nanoimplants (1)"Like I said, you're nothing with that sword!" Rocketeer takes to the air. "And before you try to claim we're the same, I put this armor together with my own hands. I'm not suckling from the teat of some magical artifact."
Preparing the launchers embedded into her gauntlets, she circles around Ragnar while launching a small salvo of missiles. None of them are meant to truly hit him. Rather, they're meant to obscure his vision with smoke even as he takes them down by sword or lightning. Through the smoke, another missile comes flying at him, but this one unfolds into a spider-like configuration and attaches to Lightningfang with its magnetized limbs. The missile-spider drone tries to yank the sword out of Ragnar's grasp with the force of its jet, returning to Rocketeer if it's successful in its mission.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (3d6+1)
(555) + 1 = 16
Mar 23, 2025 5:59 pm
Ragnar's slash does more than score...there's now a roughly three-inch wide gash across Rocketeer's entire chest! While it didn't reach her flesh, it shredded whatever undergarments she was wearing.
"More hypocrisy! If you truly don't care about my sword, why do you keep trying to take it from me?! You know you'd gladly bond with it, if it allowed you to!"
And again, Rocketeer's clever missile array has stolen his sword! Sweat pours from his brow, and you can practically hear him grinding his teeth. But he has better control of his emotions now, or either he's maintaining his power with a terrible force of will. Only two shafts of sunlight pierce the cloud cover, barely altering the gloomy vibe.
Round Four
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1), Technopathic Nanoimplants (1)
11: Ragnar – down to Demi-god (2), Alcoholic (2), lost Lightningfang
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
"More hypocrisy! If you truly don't care about my sword, why do you keep trying to take it from me?! You know you'd gladly bond with it, if it allowed you to!"
And again, Rocketeer's clever missile array has stolen his sword! Sweat pours from his brow, and you can practically hear him grinding his teeth. But he has better control of his emotions now, or either he's maintaining his power with a terrible force of will. Only two shafts of sunlight pierce the cloud cover, barely altering the gloomy vibe.
Round Four
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1), Technopathic Nanoimplants (1)
11: Ragnar – down to Demi-god (2), Alcoholic (2), lost Lightningfang
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (3d6)
(232) = 7
Mar 23, 2025 6:11 pm
"If you're oh-so-special without that armor, then take it off! Let's see how you fare then! I've fought and trained alongside some of the planet's finest heroes! You're nothing compared to them!"
He rushes Rocketeer, readying a haymaker...but then he vaults over her entirely, even flipping mid-air! Before she can evade, he has her in a headlock...but can he hold on?
He rushes Rocketeer, readying a haymaker...but then he vaults over her entirely, even flipping mid-air! Before she can evade, he has her in a headlock...but can he hold on?
OOC:
Rocketeer, defend yourself!Rolls
Demi-god of the storm and blah blah blah - (2d6)
(26) = 8
Mar 23, 2025 6:27 pm
A van squeals down the street, knocking over at least three mailboxes in its hurry, as well as destroying a resident's roadside flower garden.
It's eye-burning logo shows that it's the BOOM Channel 10 vehicle. But who's driving? You know who: the intrepid (in her mind) and gorgeous (not in her mind) local reporter Erin Blount, and her long-suffering cameraman.
She bolts out of the van like she's running a 100m dash, quickly surveying the scene.
"Another battle?! And everything's so...so ominous, with those clouds, and the lightning, and the temperature drop! I'm gonna win another BOOMY, if I keep getting these exclusives! Hurry up, cameraperson! Looks like we've already missed a good chunk of the battle!"
The cameraman does his best to hurry, and Erin is soon reporting....
"This is Erin Blount, LIVE for BOOM Channel 10! Yesterday, a group of supers thwarted the dastardly Dr. Elias Raines, who had, to our collective surprise, set up a base just outside of Small Town!"
"Now there's another battle, right here in Small Town's residential area! Look at these apocalyptic clouds! The...the...destroyed mailboxes! [blaming the supers] But what's the purpose of this conflict? One of the combatants looks like Ragnar Thunderheart, a hero (some would say anti-hero) of some renown. The other is Rocketeer, an apparent newcomer! But weren't they allies just yesterday?!"
She then notices the whimpering Tomo, and is on her in a second.
"You there! Can you tell us anything about the battle?! Were you a participant? A damsel in distress? Is this some sort of love triangle?"
She doesn't seem that concerned about Tomo's obvious pain, nor does she offer to call the EMTs or police.
It's eye-burning logo shows that it's the BOOM Channel 10 vehicle. But who's driving? You know who: the intrepid (in her mind) and gorgeous (not in her mind) local reporter Erin Blount, and her long-suffering cameraman.
She bolts out of the van like she's running a 100m dash, quickly surveying the scene.
"Another battle?! And everything's so...so ominous, with those clouds, and the lightning, and the temperature drop! I'm gonna win another BOOMY, if I keep getting these exclusives! Hurry up, cameraperson! Looks like we've already missed a good chunk of the battle!"
The cameraman does his best to hurry, and Erin is soon reporting....
"This is Erin Blount, LIVE for BOOM Channel 10! Yesterday, a group of supers thwarted the dastardly Dr. Elias Raines, who had, to our collective surprise, set up a base just outside of Small Town!"
"Now there's another battle, right here in Small Town's residential area! Look at these apocalyptic clouds! The...the...destroyed mailboxes! [blaming the supers] But what's the purpose of this conflict? One of the combatants looks like Ragnar Thunderheart, a hero (some would say anti-hero) of some renown. The other is Rocketeer, an apparent newcomer! But weren't they allies just yesterday?!"
She then notices the whimpering Tomo, and is on her in a second.
"You there! Can you tell us anything about the battle?! Were you a participant? A damsel in distress? Is this some sort of love triangle?"
She doesn't seem that concerned about Tomo's obvious pain, nor does she offer to call the EMTs or police.
Mar 23, 2025 8:38 pm
Rocketeer retrieves Lightningfang from her missile drone as it flies by. As the drone returns to a compartment on her jetpack, she smirks. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? No, the armor stays on when we tussle. Swords also aren't usually my style, but hey, I could work with it."
Once she's caught in a headlock, she immediately flies upwards, trying to shake Ragnar off with the sudden acceleration. It doesn't quite do the trick, but she doesn't stop until she's brought him up into the dark clouds hanging overhead. She eventually wrenches free of him and then executes a dive to pursue him as he falls. She comes in hot, attempting to sideswipe him with Lightningfang, putting gravity behind her strike.
Once she's caught in a headlock, she immediately flies upwards, trying to shake Ragnar off with the sudden acceleration. It doesn't quite do the trick, but she doesn't stop until she's brought him up into the dark clouds hanging overhead. She eventually wrenches free of him and then executes a dive to pursue him as he falls. She comes in hot, attempting to sideswipe him with Lightningfang, putting gravity behind her strike.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (3d6+1)
(154) + 1 = 11
Mar 23, 2025 8:53 pm
Tomo hangs up the phone as it goes to voicemail. Someone probably tripped over the cord of the PD's phone a few years back and forgot to plug it back in. No wonder there are so many vigilantes and criminals in this town. It wouldn't be all that surprising if it turned out that the cops had no idea that supers were a thing.
When a mic is pushed in her face, Tomo sniffles and mumbles. Anybody who'll listen, right?
"Uuuuu...the rocket lady was taking me to my job interview, and this drunk guy started harassing me. I threw up on him, and he stripped in front of me and started chasing after me with his sword even after I said sorry...what was I supposed to do? I-I'm just a normal person, and he's a demigod...and now he's after the rocket lady too...!"
When a mic is pushed in her face, Tomo sniffles and mumbles. Anybody who'll listen, right?
"Uuuuu...the rocket lady was taking me to my job interview, and this drunk guy started harassing me. I threw up on him, and he stripped in front of me and started chasing after me with his sword even after I said sorry...what was I supposed to do? I-I'm just a normal person, and he's a demigod...and now he's after the rocket lady too...!"
Mar 24, 2025 1:09 am
OOC:
I forgot Rocket's turn was up"Sorry about this! We'll look back and laugh about it someday." Grinning, she grips Lightningfang with both hands and holds it up, positioning the blade to impale Ragnar if he's unable to recover.
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Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (3d6+1)
(334) + 1 = 11
Mar 24, 2025 2:34 pm
Boodha takes the device and scrunches his nose up as best a tiger can, while still remaining polite. Usually, in situations where combat would occur he'd let Fei-fei go alone and enjoy a nice cup of tea- perform administration tasks, but it looked like his charge's usual impetuosity hadn't earned enough trust to carry the device alone.
It was for the best of course, because it didn't look like Fei-fei was even listening. She'd gotten distracted by the robotic animals, and was now playing with them. She perked up when Boodha started toward the car though. "Time to go?"
She followed him, and put her sunglasses back on.
It was for the best of course, because it didn't look like Fei-fei was even listening. She'd gotten distracted by the robotic animals, and was now playing with them. She perked up when Boodha started toward the car though. "Time to go?"
She followed him, and put her sunglasses back on.
OOC:
Fei-fei'll be heading toward the storm by car, since that's the direction pointed out.Mar 24, 2025 7:56 pm
Round Five
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1), Technopathic Nanoimplants (1)
11: Ragnar – down to Demi-god (1), Alcoholic (2)
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
11: Rocketeer – down to Mad Rocket Scientist (3), High-Flying Daredevil (1), Technopathic Nanoimplants (1)
11: Ragnar – down to Demi-god (1), Alcoholic (2)
5: Tomo – down to Another Weird Day (0)
Mar 24, 2025 7:59 pm
Things have gone from good, to bad, to worse for Ragnar, all seemingly in the blink of an eye. But drunkard or not, he's still strong-willed...and the indignity of being impaled on his own sword gives him another surge of adrenaline!
Straining, he summons a gale-force wind, sweeping him away from Lightningfang...barely. His cape and armor get slashed, and the point of the blade cuts him slightly. Still, no major damage....
Scrambling for a weapon, he grabs two cans of the remaining Bud Light, which have been scattered across the street. Angrily ripping one open with his teeth, he tosses it at Rocketeer. The brew covers her helmet and visor, momentarily blinding her!
"HRRAGGHH!!"
Ragnar chugs the other can for alcoholic fortitude, then puts all he has in one last punch. He connects squarely against the side of her helmet, shattering half of it, as well as her visor, and knocking her to the ground! While not unconscious, she's likely concussed, and out of the fight.
Pain shoots up Ragnar's entire arm, and he too collapses with exhaustion. The storm clouds above dissipate, and it's once again a hot summer morning.
What happens now, since there are no true victors, and Fei-fei has yet to arrive on the scene? Well, I'll tell you!
Multiple posts incoming. I'll let you know when I'm done.
Straining, he summons a gale-force wind, sweeping him away from Lightningfang...barely. His cape and armor get slashed, and the point of the blade cuts him slightly. Still, no major damage....
Scrambling for a weapon, he grabs two cans of the remaining Bud Light, which have been scattered across the street. Angrily ripping one open with his teeth, he tosses it at Rocketeer. The brew covers her helmet and visor, momentarily blinding her!
"HRRAGGHH!!"
Ragnar chugs the other can for alcoholic fortitude, then puts all he has in one last punch. He connects squarely against the side of her helmet, shattering half of it, as well as her visor, and knocking her to the ground! While not unconscious, she's likely concussed, and out of the fight.
Pain shoots up Ragnar's entire arm, and he too collapses with exhaustion. The storm clouds above dissipate, and it's once again a hot summer morning.
OOC:
Since Ragnar won a roll with an inappropriate cliche, he defeats Rocketeer! But once the round ends, the pump damage reduces Alcoholic to zero, so it's a double KO! Actually, a triple KO, if you count Tomo.What happens now, since there are no true victors, and Fei-fei has yet to arrive on the scene? Well, I'll tell you!
Multiple posts incoming. I'll let you know when I'm done.
Rolls
Alcoholic, +2 pump - (4d6)
(5461) = 16
Mar 24, 2025 8:36 pm
Before Erin Blount can report a breathless summary of the battle, an armored personnel carrier rumbles down the residential street, knocking aside the BOOM Channel 10 van. The OmniCorp logo is clearly visible. It rolls to a stop a few feet from the downed supers, and then all the doors open at once.
Six armored shock troops jump out, staking out positions around the battlefield. But though they're all well-armed, and appear competent, it's clear who's in charge: a hulking cyborg whose head is his only truly human feature. That head has a sinister grin, and he looks at the three of you like he would enjoy tossing you all into vats of acid.
He clears his throat, which enhances his voice, so everyone on the block can hear him clearly.
"Citizens of Small Town! Fear not! This irresponsible battle has disrupted your day, yes, but I, Bulwark, am here, in my capacity as a deputized OmniCorp official working with your local sheriff's office! These three will trouble you no more!"
He clomps over to each of you in turn, smashing an enormous fist into your each of your faces. Now you're all unconscious, at his mercy.
"Load them into the carrier! And be sure to grab Lightningfang! The scientists are very interested in that!"
His stats:
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer (5)
Armored: To beat Bulwark in a roll, you must win by 5 or more. Otherwise, the contest is a tie.
Six armored shock troops jump out, staking out positions around the battlefield. But though they're all well-armed, and appear competent, it's clear who's in charge: a hulking cyborg whose head is his only truly human feature. That head has a sinister grin, and he looks at the three of you like he would enjoy tossing you all into vats of acid.
[ +- ] Image
OOC:
Ignore the weird text. AI can't spell."Citizens of Small Town! Fear not! This irresponsible battle has disrupted your day, yes, but I, Bulwark, am here, in my capacity as a deputized OmniCorp official working with your local sheriff's office! These three will trouble you no more!"
He clomps over to each of you in turn, smashing an enormous fist into your each of your faces. Now you're all unconscious, at his mercy.
"Load them into the carrier! And be sure to grab Lightningfang! The scientists are very interested in that!"
His stats:
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer (5)
Armored: To beat Bulwark in a roll, you must win by 5 or more. Otherwise, the contest is a tie.
Mar 24, 2025 8:41 pm
While her cameraman quails, Erin marches right up to Bulwark, shoving her ever-present mic into his face.
"What's the meaning of this?! OmniCorp can't just abduct citizens! And this battle seemed to start after a miscommunication...or mishap...a weird miscommunication or mishap, yes, but...."
"What's the meaning of this?! OmniCorp can't just abduct citizens! And this battle seemed to start after a miscommunication...or mishap...a weird miscommunication or mishap, yes, but...."
Mar 24, 2025 8:46 pm
Bulwark pats Erin on the shoulder...while also moving her to the side, out of the carrier's path.
"We're not abducting anyone! We'll simply deliver them to a holding facility, and then turn them over to the law. And we are authorized to do this, pursuant with local regulation 25.64. I thought a reporter like you would be aware of OmniCorp's fruitful partnership with local law enforcement!"
Erin has more to say, but the troops have already loaded you into the carrier. Bulwark waves at nobody in particular, then climbs in himself. The carrier rumbles down the street, makes a turn onto a main road, and is gone.
"We're not abducting anyone! We'll simply deliver them to a holding facility, and then turn them over to the law. And we are authorized to do this, pursuant with local regulation 25.64. I thought a reporter like you would be aware of OmniCorp's fruitful partnership with local law enforcement!"
Erin has more to say, but the troops have already loaded you into the carrier. Bulwark waves at nobody in particular, then climbs in himself. The carrier rumbles down the street, makes a turn onto a main road, and is gone.
Mar 24, 2025 8:54 pm
Rocketeer and Tomo awake in separate cells. Each one is roughly 15 feet by 15 feet. The cells contain nothing but a small bed and a toilet. Everything is smooth gray metal, except the pillow and bedsheets. Neither of you can see any cameras, but it's a safe bet you're being watched. Tightly-spaced bars prevent your escape. There are no windows.
There are five cells on one side of the hallway, five on the other. There's only one exit, a reinforced steel door. You're each in cells side-by-side each other, so you can hear, but not see, your battle-mates.
Both of you have had your clothes, armor, and any other gear removed, and are wearing gray cotton clothes with OmniCorp's logos on them.
Both of you also have thick metal devices around your necks. It'll immediately become obvious what they are: power nullifiers.
You both hear a familiar male groaning in a cell. Ragnar? Before you can shake off your grogginess and do anything, the steel door opens, and Bulwark appears.
There are five cells on one side of the hallway, five on the other. There's only one exit, a reinforced steel door. You're each in cells side-by-side each other, so you can hear, but not see, your battle-mates.
Both of you have had your clothes, armor, and any other gear removed, and are wearing gray cotton clothes with OmniCorp's logos on them.
Both of you also have thick metal devices around your necks. It'll immediately become obvious what they are: power nullifiers.
You both hear a familiar male groaning in a cell. Ragnar? Before you can shake off your grogginess and do anything, the steel door opens, and Bulwark appears.
Mar 24, 2025 9:02 pm
"Wakey-wakey, eggs and bakey! Hope you had a nice nap! And don't try using any powers. Those things around your necks nullify all powers. All means all. I know what you're thinking: 'My powers are super-unique, so I can bypass this thing!' You can't."
"As for you, Ragnar...."
He snaps his finger, and Ragnar's cell opens...and the self-proclaimed demi-god immediately lunges at Bulwark!
But not yet healed from battle, and without Lightningfang, he runs into the literal brick wall that is Bulwark. Laughing at his feeble efforts, Bulwark knees him in the gut, then powerbombs him onto the steel floor of the hallway. Ragnar lands so hard he bounces, and spits out blood.
"The scientists say they're close to a breakthrough regarding your stubborn sword, so we don't have any more use for you. Some cautious (I would say weak) factions want you alive, but this time the adults prevailed."
"So...any last words?"
"As for you, Ragnar...."
He snaps his finger, and Ragnar's cell opens...and the self-proclaimed demi-god immediately lunges at Bulwark!
But not yet healed from battle, and without Lightningfang, he runs into the literal brick wall that is Bulwark. Laughing at his feeble efforts, Bulwark knees him in the gut, then powerbombs him onto the steel floor of the hallway. Ragnar lands so hard he bounces, and spits out blood.
"The scientists say they're close to a breakthrough regarding your stubborn sword, so we don't have any more use for you. Some cautious (I would say weak) factions want you alive, but this time the adults prevailed."
"So...any last words?"
Mar 24, 2025 9:03 pm
Ragnar hocks a bloody spitball up at Bulwark.
"Do your worst, villain. I'm not afraid to die. And I will be avenged."
"Do your worst, villain. I'm not afraid to die. And I will be avenged."
Mar 24, 2025 9:14 pm
"Well, I'm glad you're not afraid of death! As for being avenged...that's to be determined, but I doubt it!"
He transforms his left arm into an enormous energy cannon, pointing it inches from Ragnar's head.
**VMMMMM...SCHRAKKK!!**
The cannon powers up, then blasts Ragnar's head, splattering blood and other body matter everywhere! The now decapitated body of Ragnar twitches for a few moments, then goes still.
Bulwark points at the both of you, then back at Ragnar's corpse, as if you somehow missed the gruesome death.
"Did you see that?! It's rare to get one to splatter like that! Look, there are some globs on the ceiling! Now, should I clean up this mess, or nah? [ponders] Nah! I'll let you both gawk at him for a bit. This is what you wanted, right? To kill him? Why else were you fighting so fiercely? I'm just gettin' the job done for you!"
He blows Rocketeer a kiss.
"And yes, we know who you are, Miss Lark. Garroway will be very pleased to see you're back in our hands."
He tilts his head at Tomo, clearly unsure of what to make of her.
"As for you...our scans revealed some interesting data, so we think we can make use of you."
"Anyway...you both sit right! We'll be with you shortly!"
Laughing a gravelly, metallic laugh, he exits through the steel door, which loudly locks behind him.
He transforms his left arm into an enormous energy cannon, pointing it inches from Ragnar's head.
**VMMMMM...SCHRAKKK!!**
The cannon powers up, then blasts Ragnar's head, splattering blood and other body matter everywhere! The now decapitated body of Ragnar twitches for a few moments, then goes still.
Bulwark points at the both of you, then back at Ragnar's corpse, as if you somehow missed the gruesome death.
"Did you see that?! It's rare to get one to splatter like that! Look, there are some globs on the ceiling! Now, should I clean up this mess, or nah? [ponders] Nah! I'll let you both gawk at him for a bit. This is what you wanted, right? To kill him? Why else were you fighting so fiercely? I'm just gettin' the job done for you!"
He blows Rocketeer a kiss.
"And yes, we know who you are, Miss Lark. Garroway will be very pleased to see you're back in our hands."
He tilts his head at Tomo, clearly unsure of what to make of her.
"As for you...our scans revealed some interesting data, so we think we can make use of you."
"Anyway...you both sit right! We'll be with you shortly!"
Laughing a gravelly, metallic laugh, he exits through the steel door, which loudly locks behind him.
OOC:
Each of your cliches is at 1 dice, but as stated, your powers are COMPLETELY nullified.Mar 24, 2025 9:17 pm
Meanwhile, Fei-fei and Boodha arrive at the site of the battle, just as the carrier rumbles onto the main road. Will they talk to Erin Blount? Pursue the carrier? Do something else?
Done for now! Excuse the number of posts, but I had an idea, and wanted to develop it thoroughly!
Done for now! Excuse the number of posts, but I had an idea, and wanted to develop it thoroughly!
Mar 24, 2025 11:32 pm
At this point in this terrible, terrible day, Tomo is completely checked out, not really paying attention to the gratuitous execution (which probably annoys Bulwark) nor caring about the power nullifier collar at all. Reduced from an ordinary girl with snacks and infinite lives to an ordinary girl with not even a single popcorn shrimp to her name, Tomo simply sits.
Maybe somebody, like the other Tomos and the lawyer might come to help her after seeing her being brutalized and kidnapped on the news. Maybe the pendulum of luck might swing the other way and help Tomo out. But Tomo herself has no say in that, and there's little else she can do in this situation, besides drown herself in the toilet or hang herself with some bedsheets. Not like that'll let her respawn, but Tomo can see that the cards have been stacked against her, and isn't really seeing things looking up any time in the near future.
Deciding that the light is too bright sitting in the middle of the cell, Tomo rolls underneath the bedframe and stares at the underside of the mattress, picking at one of the springs until it pokes out. Tomo fidgets with the collar around her neck, which is now a literal pain in the neck as she lies on her back.
Also, how does healing Cliches work?
Maybe somebody, like the other Tomos and the lawyer might come to help her after seeing her being brutalized and kidnapped on the news. Maybe the pendulum of luck might swing the other way and help Tomo out. But Tomo herself has no say in that, and there's little else she can do in this situation, besides drown herself in the toilet or hang herself with some bedsheets. Not like that'll let her respawn, but Tomo can see that the cards have been stacked against her, and isn't really seeing things looking up any time in the near future.
Deciding that the light is too bright sitting in the middle of the cell, Tomo rolls underneath the bedframe and stares at the underside of the mattress, picking at one of the springs until it pokes out. Tomo fidgets with the collar around her neck, which is now a literal pain in the neck as she lies on her back.
OOC:
Does Tomo's skinniness affect the collar's fit on her? I would assume that a thick, metal collar would be pretty limited in how much it can be adjusted for fit. I'm also curious how it interacts with the body to nullify powers. Does it work through contact points? Proximity?Also, how does healing Cliches work?
Last edited March 24, 2025 11:46 pm
Mar 25, 2025 12:22 am
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Does Tomo's skinniness affect the collar's fit on her? I would assume that a thick, metal collar would be pretty limited in how much it can be adjusted for fit.Quote:
I'm also curious how it interacts with the body to nullify powers.Quote:
Also, how does healing Cliches work?During the adventuring day, there are several options:
- Solo: you can RP healing a cliche. This RP must be cliche-specific and have some detail. Not "I rest for an hour and heal everything." Get clever! Generally, 1 RP=1 dice healed, and then some time must pass before you can heal more. But if you really go HAM on your RP, I might reward extra dice.
- Team: you can collectively decide to take a "short rest." This also needs to be RPed. Depending on your RP, and the time you spend resting, you may heal multiple dice/cliches. Or you can RP that you're focusing on a single cliche.
The common theme: RP drives healing.
- You may also acquire items, or meet NPCs, that can heal you.
Right now, the nullifiers have a sapping effect, so you won't heal cliches until you remove or disable them.
Mar 25, 2025 12:38 am
Also, the mattresses are memory-foam things, so no springs. OmniCorp thought of that. 😈
You also don't see any nuts or bolts anywhere. Everything seems to be welded together...even the toilet.
You also don't see any nuts or bolts anywhere. Everything seems to be welded together...even the toilet.
Mar 25, 2025 2:22 am
OOC:
Well, between all of that and the fact that all of our cliches have been automatically nerfed, I guess we have to get creative if we're going to be doing anything other than sitting around waiting.[ +- ] a diagram drawn by michelangelo
Step 2: Pull untied end of bedsheet to fold the mattress in half.
Step 3: Tie untied end of bedsheet to target object. Let go. The mattress springs back into shape with force. Things I was considering this mechanism for: breaking the lock/latch mechanism, decapitating Tomo (so that she's technically not wearing the collar when she dies), breaking one of the bars, wrenching the toilet out of place to open up an escape hole, breaking the bedframe to get some pieces to work with, flinging Ragnar's body so that Rocketeer can reach his collar and figure out how it works, setting a trap to attack anybody who comes in, etc.
[ +- ] the ol' floss on the finger trick
Barring that, we could use a short rest in the form of a pep talk with each other. Tomo would appreciate a sympathetic ear after the weird day.
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Mar 25, 2025 3:40 am
Tevin saw the tail end of the scuffle, getting there just as the storm dissipated. The only other hero types he sees around after that armored car leaves is a white tiger. He finds a discreet spot, not hard to do with everyone else's attention diverted, and 'suits up' (Covering his body and hiding his face behind protective icy armor). He walks over to the tiger and asks "What's going on!? Were those friends of yours? *Cough cough* "Uh, I mean, can I be of any assistance?" Mentally smacking himself he thinks 'I've got to focus, and work on my opening line I'm going to do this hero stuff'
OOC:
let me know if i got anything wrong and I can edit the post. Fei-fei and Boohda are both there right? She doesn't turn into the zodiac creatures?Last edited March 25, 2025 2:38 pm
Mar 25, 2025 11:44 am
Fei-fei stands with one hand on the bonnet of the car. She runs the other hand through her hair, utterly bewildered. She'd been expecting some kind of fight or strange occurance, and definitely a pair of people one of whom had power armour. She hadn't expected what looked like a corporate hit van and a bunch of heavies.
Nor the person approaching them. Most were apprehensive when they saw a tiger in a suit, but then the guy wore some kind of armour and mask so who could say what he found normal. People on this side of the world were pretty odd, from Fei-fei's experience. Not that she had much room to talk. Still.
"Friends? No." She shrugs. "Honestly I have no idea who they were-"
"We have an idea, but we've never actually spoken to them." Boodha gives Tevin a small nod in greeting.
"I think they could probably use your help more than us though. We're heading to a church."
Boodha narrows his eyes. "You're not planning to help, ma'am?"
"Should I? It's not really what we got asked to do, and they look... safe?"
Nor the person approaching them. Most were apprehensive when they saw a tiger in a suit, but then the guy wore some kind of armour and mask so who could say what he found normal. People on this side of the world were pretty odd, from Fei-fei's experience. Not that she had much room to talk. Still.
"Friends? No." She shrugs. "Honestly I have no idea who they were-"
"We have an idea, but we've never actually spoken to them." Boodha gives Tevin a small nod in greeting.
"I think they could probably use your help more than us though. We're heading to a church."
Boodha narrows his eyes. "You're not planning to help, ma'am?"
"Should I? It's not really what we got asked to do, and they look... safe?"
OOC:
Fei-fei doesn't turn into the animals, but when she's using her powers she has an aura resembling them.Last edited March 25, 2025 11:45 am
Mar 25, 2025 4:22 pm
"Well, uhm, it looked like Omnicorp waited until they were weakened and then kidnapped all of them. Maybe we could at least make sure they were delivered to the local authorities?" Chillmera replies. "If church can wait, that is."
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sorry haven't read the entire thread yet. Does Fei-fei not live with the others n the basement? Are they still in the basement? Mar 26, 2025 9:42 am
"Bit of a coward move." Fei-fei shakes her head dismissively. She seems less concerned, and more irritated at the idea of the cowardice. "We could check after?"
"I think the church had a set time we were supposed to meet, unfortunately. And who are you, if I may?" Boodha adds.
"I think the church had a set time we were supposed to meet, unfortunately. And who are you, if I may?" Boodha adds.
OOC:
Fei-fei has only recently arrived. She's never met any of the PCs before, and hasn't been invited to live in the basement.
Rocketeer
Mar 26, 2025 9:57 am
Rocketeer
OOC:
Saevikas: Don't know how feasible the mattress idea is, but the 'floss around the finger' trick could workcrazybirdman: Every PC that lived in Jimmy's basement is gone
Well, shit...
As she recovers from two back-to-back concussions, Rocketeer contemplates the situation she's in. She thought Omnicorp had lost the trail on her, but apparently not. Or perhaps it was a happy little coincidence. Either way, she doesn't see a way out of this, which may partially be due to the collar around her neck. With her super intelligence suppressed, she feels like she has a serious case of brain fog that makes it difficult to even focus, let alone think of an escape plan. Though the concussion isn't helping matters either. The constant buzzing of technological information is also lost to her.
"Hey. Tomo." She calls out. She might not be able to see her, but she knows she's in the neighboring cell. "For what it's worth, I didn't mean to get you wrapped up in this. I was once... an Omnicorp asset, but you don't deserve to be here. You should be working some shitty Omnicorp desk job right now."
Mar 26, 2025 2:37 pm
Chillmera Literally face palms "Oh, right. You can call me Chillmera. Look, I know there's no reason to work together, but I think those heroes could use our help. If I tag along with you to church, will you help me make sure they are safe from that cyborg?"
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Mostly caught up, almost everyone is new? lol. Not sure what the metagame plan is for all the PC's to meet/team upLast edited March 26, 2025 3:13 pm
Mar 26, 2025 4:28 pm
"Mm? It's not your fault, rocket lady. I kind of figured that I wasn't going to make it to the job interview once that fire extinguisher thing happened...sometimes the world has plans." Coming from the ill-fortuned Tomo, that's less of a wistful sentiment about destiny and more of an anecdotal observation. "Umm, thanks for the help by the way. That was...cool of you."
Mar 26, 2025 10:12 pm
OOC:
Tomo: I see we have similar artistic ability. 🤣Both ideas are interesting.
Idea 1: Memory foam mattresses will only generate so much force, unless you somehow add some density/toughness and "oomph" to it. And remember: most everything is metal and bolted down. I won't give OOC guidance on your individual ideas, so you don't lean towards one option.
Idea 2: A head is much wider relative to a neck than a finger-knuckle, and a dislocated jaw doesn't move the jaw an extreme amount. But if Tomo's willing to injure herself for freedom, maybe something will happen...?
No matter what you choose to do, describe it in detail and roll a 1d6. This will be a "normal person" roll (cuz no powers), so no need to select a cliche. You can of course come up with other ideas, too.
Remember: it's probable the cells are monitored via camera and/or audio.
Chillmera: Yes, the original 4 lived in Jimmy Z's basement, the idea being you're all noob heroes who can't afford better accommodations. Jimmy still welcomes you all as tenants, but with the player turnover, maybe you want to ditch him...or even live separately, only meeting up to do hero stuff.
Though split up now, I'd want you all to meet and team-up eventually. If it doesn't happen organically, I'll use my GM mojo to make it so.
Mar 26, 2025 10:19 pm
Erin listens attentively to Fei-fei and Chillmera...then, to the surprise of nobody who knows her (but perhaps to her two targets), she's all up in their grills with her microphone.
"Two new supers have arrived on the scene! This is unprecedented activity for Small Town! Is there something in the water? Or are both heroes and villains tiring of life in Suburbia and Metro City, and desire to reside in a slower-paced locale?"
She pauses for dramatic effect, though the questions don't really warrant it.
"What will you two do about this abduction? And I don't think I'm breaking my journalistic neutrality by calling it that! That Bulwark fellow quoted a local regulation I've never heard of to justify his actions!"
"Or perhaps you're rivals who enjoy seeing the competition disappear? If so, how did you develop such bitterness? Did those abductees betray you somehow?!"
"Two new supers have arrived on the scene! This is unprecedented activity for Small Town! Is there something in the water? Or are both heroes and villains tiring of life in Suburbia and Metro City, and desire to reside in a slower-paced locale?"
She pauses for dramatic effect, though the questions don't really warrant it.
"What will you two do about this abduction? And I don't think I'm breaking my journalistic neutrality by calling it that! That Bulwark fellow quoted a local regulation I've never heard of to justify his actions!"
"Or perhaps you're rivals who enjoy seeing the competition disappear? If so, how did you develop such bitterness? Did those abductees betray you somehow?!"
Mar 27, 2025 3:12 am
Chillmera had never been on the news before, and didnt really think he was ready for it. Especially Erin Blount, but he reluctantly reaches for the mic, and goes into post game speech mode. "No need for all the over excitement and hyperbole ma'am. We're heroes and we're going to do what heroes do; help who we can. Rest assured, if they are in danger, we'll be there to assist." as he hands back the mic, he forms an ice tulip around it. He's hoping that it will distract her, and maybe stop the microphone from working.
Mar 27, 2025 9:11 am
"What? Heroes?" Fei-fei blinks, taken off guard. "How do you even know I've got powers?"
The moment the public started swarming, Boodha dashed back to the car. While supers were relatively more common these days, most people weren't comfortable with a tiger that walked and talked like a person, no matter how tailored his suit. He hid in the driver's seat waiting for his charge and hoping she didn't cause too much trouble.
"I may have taken an oath to help the common person, but I'm doing it in an order. Step one, go to the church. I'll get round to the abductees. Sheesh."
The moment the public started swarming, Boodha dashed back to the car. While supers were relatively more common these days, most people weren't comfortable with a tiger that walked and talked like a person, no matter how tailored his suit. He hid in the driver's seat waiting for his charge and hoping she didn't cause too much trouble.
"I may have taken an oath to help the common person, but I'm doing it in an order. Step one, go to the church. I'll get round to the abductees. Sheesh."
Rocketeer
Mar 27, 2025 6:34 pm
Rocketeer
"Eh, it's what I do, think nothing of it. You can call me Matilda if you'd like. 'Rocket lady' just makes me sound old." Rocketeer chuckles. Her own name feels foreign on her tongue. It's been years since she abandoned it, but now, being in a situation she doubts she'll get out of, she sees no point in hiding it. Maybe she wants Tomo to know.
"Funny that you mention the fire extinguisher incident. I've been curious about it, and your powers, this whole time. Did you duplicate before you died? Or did it trigger upon death? You were strangely casual, so just how many times have you died?"
Mar 27, 2025 9:11 pm
OOC:
Fei-fei, Chillmera: Church or abductees? Reply OOC with your choice. Also state whether you're willing to go off alone if the other person doesn't agree with your choice. But be warned: splitting up can be dangerous (and going solo even more so), as Tomo and Rocketeer learned.Mar 27, 2025 9:18 pm
OOC:
Chillmera is only here because he saw a tiger in a suit. If Fei-fei says church is more important than helping the abductees right now, he'll tag along (if allowed). Mar 27, 2025 9:45 pm
OOC:
I figure from Fei-fei's perspective the church is more time sensitive, and more directly the mission she's been given. She'd have no issue with Chillmera coming with, he could even ride in Boodha's car if he wanted.Mar 27, 2025 10:20 pm
Leaving behind Erin (who's outraged that the duo isn't tracking the abductees, and promises to make a scathing report about "irresponsible heroes"), Chillmera, Boodha, and Fei-fei head to the church formerly known as the Pillar of Fire Hope Center.
They pull onto the shoulder once they reach their destination, the driveway being blocked by a tattered, moldy sofa.
Any congregation is long gone, and the church is begging to be torn down. The grass on the property hasn't been mowed in ages, and debris is everywhere. Both the front door and the stained-glass windows have been removed.
The old sign by the road is battered, and some hooligan has moved the letters around to make "UR MOM SUX."
You don't see anyone around. You hear birds, frogs, and other normal sounds of nature...also a lawnmower coming from a home down the road a ways.
They pull onto the shoulder once they reach their destination, the driveway being blocked by a tattered, moldy sofa.
Any congregation is long gone, and the church is begging to be torn down. The grass on the property hasn't been mowed in ages, and debris is everywhere. Both the front door and the stained-glass windows have been removed.
The old sign by the road is battered, and some hooligan has moved the letters around to make "UR MOM SUX."
You don't see anyone around. You hear birds, frogs, and other normal sounds of nature...also a lawnmower coming from a home down the road a ways.
[ +- ] The Church
Mar 27, 2025 11:46 pm
"So, what exactly were you hoping to accomplish at this . . . church?" Chillmera ask
Mar 28, 2025 1:51 am
Quote:
"Funny that you mention the fire extinguisher incident. I've been curious about it, and your powers, this whole time. Did you duplicate before you died? Or did it trigger upon death? You were strangely casual, so just how many times have you died?"[ +- ] Relevant meme
Rolls
the ol' bedsheet under the power nullifier collar trick - (1d6)
(1) = 1
Mar 28, 2025 10:04 am
"We're supposed to be meeting someone." Fei-fei walks over to the sign and crouches in front of it. "Very vague details, but we're getting an ingot or something."
Mar 28, 2025 8:34 pm
Tomo does her best to finagle the bedsheet under the collar, and then work the collar loose, but accomplishes nothing. The collar is too snug.
Her actions haven't gone unnoticed. There's a BEEP, and then the steel door that exits the cell block opens. Three shock troops walk down the hallway. All wear elaborate body armor, helmets, and visors. Each wields some sort of laser or pulse weapon; you can tell this because of the glowing red power cells on each gun's side.
The guards look at the bloody mess that was once Ragnar Thunderheart for a long moment. Since their faces are mostly covered, it's difficult to read their emotions. Do they take sadistic joy in gawking at the corpse? Or are they concerned, even disgusted?
Eventually, they turn their attention to Tomo. All three crouch down so they can better see her.
Guard 1: "What the hell's she doing?"
Guard 2: "Somethin' with a bedsheet. Maybe it's therapeutic?"
Guard 3: "Can the sarcasm. Ya'll know damn well she's up to no good."
The third guard bangs on the cell bars with his weapon.
Guard 3: "Enough of that, Tomo! Your bedding is a privilege, not a right. Quit fuckin' around, or you'll be sleepin' on cold, hard steel."
Their stats:
OmniCorp Shock Troops (3)
Her actions haven't gone unnoticed. There's a BEEP, and then the steel door that exits the cell block opens. Three shock troops walk down the hallway. All wear elaborate body armor, helmets, and visors. Each wields some sort of laser or pulse weapon; you can tell this because of the glowing red power cells on each gun's side.
The guards look at the bloody mess that was once Ragnar Thunderheart for a long moment. Since their faces are mostly covered, it's difficult to read their emotions. Do they take sadistic joy in gawking at the corpse? Or are they concerned, even disgusted?
Eventually, they turn their attention to Tomo. All three crouch down so they can better see her.
Guard 1: "What the hell's she doing?"
Guard 2: "Somethin' with a bedsheet. Maybe it's therapeutic?"
Guard 3: "Can the sarcasm. Ya'll know damn well she's up to no good."
The third guard bangs on the cell bars with his weapon.
Guard 3: "Enough of that, Tomo! Your bedding is a privilege, not a right. Quit fuckin' around, or you'll be sleepin' on cold, hard steel."
Their stats:
OmniCorp Shock Troops (3)
Mar 28, 2025 9:09 pm
"An Ingot? Cool. There uh, doesn't appear to be anyone else here." Chillmera says, starting to worry
Mar 29, 2025 12:08 pm
"Might've missed the time?" Fei-fei doesn't seem at all fussed with the possibility. She stretches out and ambles toward the church proper, interested in taking a look inside.
Mar 29, 2025 7:51 pm
OOC:
I think I forgot to give you the alias Eliza Caldwell is using to interact with this Echo, and other folks on the dark web and elsewhere. She goes by BuffHacker99, and claims to be a dude. You both were told this (retcon).Mar 29, 2025 8:01 pm
The inside of the church is what you'd expect: moldy, termite-damaged, messy, and filled with rodent and bird droppings. Again, local hooligans have scoped out the place in the past, and left behind graffiti and empty beer bottles.
A woman with short black hair sits on a chair, her feet propped up against the altar railing. The chair isn't some rickety cast-off she found amongst the debris; it looks like an ergonomic office chair, but with buttons on the armrests.
She's holding a cracked Jesus figurine in her hand, twisting it this way and that with a smirk. When she notices Fei-fei, she tosses it behind her, back into the wreckage from whence it came.
After smiling cat-like at Fei-fei for a moment, she addresses her....
A woman with short black hair sits on a chair, her feet propped up against the altar railing. The chair isn't some rickety cast-off she found amongst the debris; it looks like an ergonomic office chair, but with buttons on the armrests.
She's holding a cracked Jesus figurine in her hand, twisting it this way and that with a smirk. When she notices Fei-fei, she tosses it behind her, back into the wreckage from whence it came.
After smiling cat-like at Fei-fei for a moment, she addresses her....
[ +- ] Image
Mar 29, 2025 8:14 pm
"Took you long enough. I was wondering if you needed to go get your security blankets before stepping inside. I'm Echo, in case you haven't figured it out."
She glances at her watch.
"Got some extra stuff to deal with besides the item swap. Events transpired to blah blah blah. You know how it goes."
She clicks a button on her chair, and a hologram appears a few feet from her. It shows BOOM Channel 10 footage from the earlier three-way battle, specifically the end, when Ragnar KOs Rocketeer, but then collapses himself.
The hologram stops playing, focusing on Rocketeer's face. Ragnar's punch only shattered roughly half her helmet/visor, but you can still tell that Echo bears a strong resemblance to Rocketeer.
Echo stares at the battered Rocketeer with a strange expression on her face...a mix of awe, confusion, and scorn.
Muttering, but loud enough you can hear: "You idiot...."
She then clears her throat, and speaks normally: "What can you tell me about this Rocketeer?"
Echo's Stats:
Genius Gadgeteer (4)
Technopath (4)
Driven by Vengeance (2)
And AI imagery is inexact, but I did my best.
She glances at her watch.
"Got some extra stuff to deal with besides the item swap. Events transpired to blah blah blah. You know how it goes."
She clicks a button on her chair, and a hologram appears a few feet from her. It shows BOOM Channel 10 footage from the earlier three-way battle, specifically the end, when Ragnar KOs Rocketeer, but then collapses himself.
The hologram stops playing, focusing on Rocketeer's face. Ragnar's punch only shattered roughly half her helmet/visor, but you can still tell that Echo bears a strong resemblance to Rocketeer.
Echo stares at the battered Rocketeer with a strange expression on her face...a mix of awe, confusion, and scorn.
Muttering, but loud enough you can hear: "You idiot...."
She then clears her throat, and speaks normally: "What can you tell me about this Rocketeer?"
Echo's Stats:
Genius Gadgeteer (4)
Technopath (4)
Driven by Vengeance (2)
And AI imagery is inexact, but I did my best.
Mar 29, 2025 8:31 pm
The guards chuckle among themselves as they watch the "dead" form of Tomo.
Guard 1: "Wow, maybe we should open the cell, huh? She could really be dead!"
Guard 2: "Totally! It's not like she'd trick us...right?"
Guard 3: "Grow the fuck up, you two. Didn't you read the briefings? This Tomo may look like she just wants to sit at home and stare at the wall, but she's got some tricky stuff going on."
Again, he bangs on the bars with his gun.
Guard 3: "Here's a little jolt to revive you, girly. Come on, boys! Set your weapons to stun and hit her. One burst only."
The other two guards mutter something about "waste of time," but eventually crouch down beside the third guard. They all aim under the bed, press their triggers, and with three **ZARKS**, three red beams of energy heads towards Tomo!
Tomo won't lose dice if she loses, as the guards are only trying to jolt her. You CAN pump by one dice (2d6), but that would KO you...again.
Still, if Tomo wins? Something cool might happen....
Guard 1: "Wow, maybe we should open the cell, huh? She could really be dead!"
Guard 2: "Totally! It's not like she'd trick us...right?"
Guard 3: "Grow the fuck up, you two. Didn't you read the briefings? This Tomo may look like she just wants to sit at home and stare at the wall, but she's got some tricky stuff going on."
Again, he bangs on the bars with his gun.
Guard 3: "Here's a little jolt to revive you, girly. Come on, boys! Set your weapons to stun and hit her. One burst only."
The other two guards mutter something about "waste of time," but eventually crouch down beside the third guard. They all aim under the bed, press their triggers, and with three **ZARKS**, three red beams of energy heads towards Tomo!
OOC:
Single-action conflict. Roll 1d6, Tomo.Tomo won't lose dice if she loses, as the guards are only trying to jolt her. You CAN pump by one dice (2d6), but that would KO you...again.
Still, if Tomo wins? Something cool might happen....
Rolls
OmniCorp Shock Troops - (3d6)
(151) = 7
Mar 29, 2025 9:39 pm
Echo says:
"What can you tell me about this Rocketeer?"Mar 29, 2025 9:55 pm
OOC:
Well, I'll push the roll just to see what happens.Rolls
Immortal Me - (2d6)
(35) = 8
Rocketeer
Mar 30, 2025 5:52 pm
Rocketeer
OOC:
Nice!Oh well. While the guards are distracted, maybe she can figure out how they're being surveilled. She might not see any cameras, but maybe there's microphones. She checks the corners, the toilet, underneath the mattress, anywhere she can think of. Though maybe the collars are how they're being watched.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (1d6)
(2) = 2
Mar 31, 2025 10:11 am
"Not what I was expecting." Fei-fei says as though Echo isn't there. She looks around the church with a blank expression, hands on her hips. "I don't get it."
When Chillmera responds to her, Fei-fei nods and adds her own take, along with producing the drive. "The person who asked me to deliver this would know more, you're in contact right?"
When Chillmera responds to her, Fei-fei nods and adds her own take, along with producing the drive. "The person who asked me to deliver this would know more, you're in contact right?"
Mar 31, 2025 8:43 pm
Either the guards have piss-poor aim, or Tomo is an expert in the under-the-bed-dodging skillset. All three bursts seemingly miss her, but she bangs her head on the underside of the bed during her dodging, knocking herself out once again.
Seemingly? Yes, one burst glanced across the nullifier collar, and through some strange quirk, that energy combined with the bedsheet and Tomo's head-banging to tilt the collar a bit. It's still attached, but no longer snug against her neck.
The guards don't see this, though; instead, they're bickering about their aim.
Guard 3: "Are you serious?! She's prone, and like ten feet away!"
Guard 1: "Ain't like you did any better!"
Guard 2: "What he said!"
Guard 3: "Piss off! I know I hit something...mine made a different sound than your two shots, which just fizzled into the bed. Anyway, she's out cold again. Let's let her have her beauty rest (she damn sure needs it), and come back later."
After checking out Rocketeer for a moment, they leave the cell block, and all is once again quiet.
The guards technically lose one dice, but since they're leaving, and time will pass, they'll probably recharge.
Seemingly? Yes, one burst glanced across the nullifier collar, and through some strange quirk, that energy combined with the bedsheet and Tomo's head-banging to tilt the collar a bit. It's still attached, but no longer snug against her neck.
The guards don't see this, though; instead, they're bickering about their aim.
Guard 3: "Are you serious?! She's prone, and like ten feet away!"
Guard 1: "Ain't like you did any better!"
Guard 2: "What he said!"
Guard 3: "Piss off! I know I hit something...mine made a different sound than your two shots, which just fizzled into the bed. Anyway, she's out cold again. Let's let her have her beauty rest (she damn sure needs it), and come back later."
After checking out Rocketeer for a moment, they leave the cell block, and all is once again quiet.
OOC:
Tomo will be out for roughly an hour. You won't be able to participate in part of the upcoming scene with Rocketeer. I'll post an OOC note when you awaken.The guards technically lose one dice, but since they're leaving, and time will pass, they'll probably recharge.
Mar 31, 2025 9:05 pm
Rocketeer is unable to discern how they're being monitored. The collar likely relays biometric information to whoever's in charge, but any cameras or microphones in the cell block are too cunningly hidden.
A few minutes after Tomo's KO and the troops' departure, the steel door once again opens. A blonde-haired woman in patriotic garb struts in and sneers at Rocketeer. With her glowing blue eyes, weird black face paint, and twitchy movements, you don't have to be a behavioral psychiatrist to realize she's got a few screws loose.
"Matilda Lark, the infamous Machina. Caught like a fly in a web, after engaging in a pointless battle with Ragnar. [theatrical sigh] So disappointing...."
She looks down at Ragnar's corpse with an expression that's...remorseful?
"I argued against his execution. Figured with some brainwashing I could turn him into my boy toy. But Bulwark was adamant. Such a waste....anyway, open it!"
Rocketeer's cell door slides open, and the woman literally pirouettes inside.
"You can call me American Dream. Nice name, huh? Polls well with a certain demographic. I'm not part of the vaunted Omni-Men, but rather...ah, I'll go ahead and tell ya. Not like you can do anything about it. I belong to Omni-Force. Call it a little side project of OmniCorp's, in case the big dogs fail."
"Anyway, Garroway has yet to arrive, but he's given me the green light to...play with you. I'm a telepath, see. Figure I can mess around with your mind, get you all warmed up for the real deal."
"So...we doin' this the easy way or the hard way?"
Stats:
Telepath (4)
Fake Patriotic Bloviating (2)
A few minutes after Tomo's KO and the troops' departure, the steel door once again opens. A blonde-haired woman in patriotic garb struts in and sneers at Rocketeer. With her glowing blue eyes, weird black face paint, and twitchy movements, you don't have to be a behavioral psychiatrist to realize she's got a few screws loose.
[ +- ] Image
She looks down at Ragnar's corpse with an expression that's...remorseful?
"I argued against his execution. Figured with some brainwashing I could turn him into my boy toy. But Bulwark was adamant. Such a waste....anyway, open it!"
Rocketeer's cell door slides open, and the woman literally pirouettes inside.
"You can call me American Dream. Nice name, huh? Polls well with a certain demographic. I'm not part of the vaunted Omni-Men, but rather...ah, I'll go ahead and tell ya. Not like you can do anything about it. I belong to Omni-Force. Call it a little side project of OmniCorp's, in case the big dogs fail."
"Anyway, Garroway has yet to arrive, but he's given me the green light to...play with you. I'm a telepath, see. Figure I can mess around with your mind, get you all warmed up for the real deal."
"So...we doin' this the easy way or the hard way?"
Stats:
Telepath (4)
Fake Patriotic Bloviating (2)
Mar 31, 2025 9:19 pm
Echo glances between the two of you, clearly expecting more. But when nothing else is forthcoming, she sighs and flicks off the hologram.
"Such a big help...."
Again, she glances at her watch, this time with noticeable impatience.
"Did someone have to take a dump or...?"
But before she can finish, you all hear a commotion outside! Peering out, you see....
"Such a big help...."
Again, she glances at her watch, this time with noticeable impatience.
"Did someone have to take a dump or...?"
But before she can finish, you all hear a commotion outside! Peering out, you see....
Mar 31, 2025 9:28 pm
A dropship has arrived! The OmniCorp logo is painted on its side, and it's hovering in the air, its jet wash sending debris flying. Eventually it lands right beside the church, causing even more of a ruckus. A portion of the church wall even collapses.
Both side doors open, and out steps a hulking cyborg, along with some well-armored and well-armed shock troops. You all recognize the cyborg as Bulwark, the man who'd (allegedly) kidnapped Rocketeer and Tomo.
He clears his throat, which causes his voice to come out in a commanding boom.
"We got an anonymous tip that some rabble-rousers are holed up in this church! Anyone who's inside, come out now! If you're innocent of any wrongdoing, then we won't have any problems! But even if you are guilty of...whatever...you'll still be treated humanely! But if you choose to be...uncooperative...I'll be forced to get nasty!"
Stats:
Bulwark
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer (5)
Armored: To beat Bulwark in a roll, you must win by 5 or more. Otherwise, the contest is a tie.
Along with:
OmniCorp Shock Troops (3)
Both side doors open, and out steps a hulking cyborg, along with some well-armored and well-armed shock troops. You all recognize the cyborg as Bulwark, the man who'd (allegedly) kidnapped Rocketeer and Tomo.
He clears his throat, which causes his voice to come out in a commanding boom.
"We got an anonymous tip that some rabble-rousers are holed up in this church! Anyone who's inside, come out now! If you're innocent of any wrongdoing, then we won't have any problems! But even if you are guilty of...whatever...you'll still be treated humanely! But if you choose to be...uncooperative...I'll be forced to get nasty!"
Stats:
Bulwark
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer (5)
Armored: To beat Bulwark in a roll, you must win by 5 or more. Otherwise, the contest is a tie.
Along with:
OmniCorp Shock Troops (3)
Mar 31, 2025 9:31 pm
"We don't, uh, we don't believe this guy right? Is there another way out of here?" Chillmera ask Echo
Mar 31, 2025 9:35 pm
Echo...laughs?
"A bit late, but whatever."
She hops out of her high-tech chair, presses a button on its side, and with whirs, clicks, and the crackle of energy, the chair transforms into a sort of backpack. She quickly puts her arms through the shoulder straps.
"Looks like we're all a bit too busy now to finish the swap. A shame, ain't it? [smirk] But if you two stalwart heroes help me take out this trash, then the ingot is yours."
"Or you can surrender to Bulwark. Which would be suicide, but whatever. Some of you heroes have weird moral codes, and bow down to any authority....""Oh, you want to run? First you put two abductees on the back-burner, now you're fleeing from an obvious fascist psycho?! Shit, they give hero cards out to anyone these days...."
"But yeah, we can vamoose...if that's how you wanna play it. Decide quickly."
"A bit late, but whatever."
She hops out of her high-tech chair, presses a button on its side, and with whirs, clicks, and the crackle of energy, the chair transforms into a sort of backpack. She quickly puts her arms through the shoulder straps.
"Looks like we're all a bit too busy now to finish the swap. A shame, ain't it? [smirk] But if you two stalwart heroes help me take out this trash, then the ingot is yours."
"Or you can surrender to Bulwark. Which would be suicide, but whatever. Some of you heroes have weird moral codes, and bow down to any authority...."
OOC:
Adding stuff based on Chillmera's post."But yeah, we can vamoose...if that's how you wanna play it. Decide quickly."
Mar 31, 2025 10:11 pm
"Well, yeah I want to run, but that's because I have no idea what either of you can do in a fight. Your safety is my top concern. But if you think that magic backpack can take out a cyborg, let's go dance."
Mar 31, 2025 10:21 pm
"Concerned about our safety? Now that's the heroic sentiment I expected!"
"But don't worry about me, big guy. I wouldn't have lured them here if I didn't think we could take 'em...or at least get in a few good licks before hastily retreating. Wait...lure them here?! Did I say that out loud?! [laughs]"
"As for my battle capabilities...I'm really fuckin' smart, a technopath, and really fuckin' angry. But can I take those goons alone? Hmmm...my pride says yes, my rational side says no. But with all three of us? Outlook is sunshine and rainbows for us, bruises and broken bones for them."
"But don't worry about me, big guy. I wouldn't have lured them here if I didn't think we could take 'em...or at least get in a few good licks before hastily retreating. Wait...lure them here?! Did I say that out loud?! [laughs]"
"As for my battle capabilities...I'm really fuckin' smart, a technopath, and really fuckin' angry. But can I take those goons alone? Hmmm...my pride says yes, my rational side says no. But with all three of us? Outlook is sunshine and rainbows for us, bruises and broken bones for them."
OOC:
You both can RP some, but eventually decide OOC if you want to fight, run, or do something else.
Rocketeer
Apr 2, 2025 2:18 am
Rocketeer
She stares at American Dream. Rocketeer considers trying to get a punch in on the strange (even by her standards) woman, but she doubts she'll land a hit. She sneers at the mention of Garroway. "That piece of shit... Fine, let's get this over with. I won't struggle, so long as you don't touch Tomo."
She sits down and taps her temple with her index finger. "Come on in. Door's wide open."
Apr 2, 2025 3:03 am
"You lured them here?" Chillmera ask, and pauses in thought for a bit. "Well then, nothing left to do then but spring your trap!" He adds, slamming his fist into his open palm, causing a small flurry of snowflakes to fall, very much diminishing the tough vibe he was aiming for
Apr 2, 2025 10:21 am
While Chillmera and Echo debated the situation, they didn't notice Fei-fei approach the fallen part of the wall. She steps out into the sun, sunglasses still on despite having gone inside, and plants fists on her hips. She takes a breath as she takes in the corporate forces arrayed in front of her.
"Hey Lieutenant Asshole, stop causing a scene. This is a church, show some respect." She yells back, ironically. "No one's done anything wrong, so buzz off, prick."
"Hey Lieutenant Asshole, stop causing a scene. This is a church, show some respect." She yells back, ironically. "No one's done anything wrong, so buzz off, prick."
Apr 2, 2025 10:51 pm
"You...won't struggle?"
Even though she'd asked Rocketeer how she wanted to handle this, the fact that the prisoner chose "easy option" clearly took the wind out of her sails. The telepath pouts for a full minute, circling Rocketeer all the while, in the hopes that something might happen to liven things up.
"Welp...you made your astral plane bed, now you gotta lie in it. Here comes the hammer!"
American Dream opens her eyes wide, sending a blue wave of energy slamming into Rocketeer's head. Rocketeer feels probing telepathic spikes stabbing into her mind, and her memories seem to surge back and forth, like stormy seas. Cackling, the telepath begins to examine, sort, and delete the contents of Rocketeer's mind!
Rocketeer, the telepath has deleted some memories! You no longer remember meeting up with the other heroes (Small Fry, Shield Maiden), and the encounter with Raines and his crew is hazy.
She's also implanted a false memory: Garroway hugging you when you were Machina, telling you how proud he is of you, and promising you freedom one day.
Even though she'd asked Rocketeer how she wanted to handle this, the fact that the prisoner chose "easy option" clearly took the wind out of her sails. The telepath pouts for a full minute, circling Rocketeer all the while, in the hopes that something might happen to liven things up.
"Welp...you made your astral plane bed, now you gotta lie in it. Here comes the hammer!"
American Dream opens her eyes wide, sending a blue wave of energy slamming into Rocketeer's head. Rocketeer feels probing telepathic spikes stabbing into her mind, and her memories seem to surge back and forth, like stormy seas. Cackling, the telepath begins to examine, sort, and delete the contents of Rocketeer's mind!
OOC:
Dream takes her time mentally torturing Rocketeer, so eventually Tomo wakes up! When Tomo awakens, she realizes that while the collar isn't removed, she no longer feels the draining effect of the nullifier. And while weak (all cliches still at 1 dice), she thinks she can muster some super-powers.Rocketeer, the telepath has deleted some memories! You no longer remember meeting up with the other heroes (Small Fry, Shield Maiden), and the encounter with Raines and his crew is hazy.
She's also implanted a false memory: Garroway hugging you when you were Machina, telling you how proud he is of you, and promising you freedom one day.
Apr 2, 2025 11:05 pm
"Buzz...off?! Me?!"
The cyborg morphs his left arm into his massive energy cannon, aiming it at Fei-fei.
"You must not know who I am, if you think I take orders from...whatever you are. Some teenage girl cosplaying as an anime character? A cat lady who's read too many young adult novels? You're outta your league, chick."
He waves his cannon at the dropship.
"If you really haven't done anything wrong, hop into the ship...along with whoever else is in there. My systems detect something, but...there's some weird feedback. [a long pause] No matter. We'll all head to the nearest OmniCorp facility and have a...wholesome chat. Then if everything's on the up-and-up, I'll let you all go. Scout's honor."
"Resist, and I start blasting."
"And no, this isn't a negotiation. Those are your two choices. You've got...oh, about 20 seconds to decide. No, make it 30. Cuz I'm such a nice guy."
The cyborg morphs his left arm into his massive energy cannon, aiming it at Fei-fei.
"You must not know who I am, if you think I take orders from...whatever you are. Some teenage girl cosplaying as an anime character? A cat lady who's read too many young adult novels? You're outta your league, chick."
He waves his cannon at the dropship.
"If you really haven't done anything wrong, hop into the ship...along with whoever else is in there. My systems detect something, but...there's some weird feedback. [a long pause] No matter. We'll all head to the nearest OmniCorp facility and have a...wholesome chat. Then if everything's on the up-and-up, I'll let you all go. Scout's honor."
"Resist, and I start blasting."
"And no, this isn't a negotiation. Those are your two choices. You've got...oh, about 20 seconds to decide. No, make it 30. Cuz I'm such a nice guy."
Apr 3, 2025 7:37 am
"What was that? Cosplaying teen?" Fei-fei takes a few steps forward, oblivious to the weapons aimed at her. "Are you blind? I'm clearly a young adult."
She continues to advance, heedless of those around her and Bulwark.
She continues to advance, heedless of those around her and Bulwark.
OOC:
Fighting will be Fei-fei's choice, and so I assume we'll need to roll for initiative. If not, ignore my roll!Rolls
Initiative - (D20)
(2) = 2
Apr 3, 2025 4:53 pm
Tomo wakes up, almost knocking herself out again against the bottom of the bed as she jolts up. Rubbing the sore spot on her head, Tomo notices the nullifier not working any more.
"Mhm? Hmm. Hey, Matilda, you still there?"
"Mhm? Hmm. Hey, Matilda, you still there?"
Rocketeer
Apr 3, 2025 6:00 pm
Rocketeer
When the agonizing violation of her mind is finally over, Rocketeer is drenched in sweat. She feels significant chunks of her recollection of yesterday are gone. She had done something that day, but she can't quite figure out what's missing. In addition, the implanted memory gives her mixed feelings. No doubt it invoked positive emotions in her, but it was incongruent with all her prior experiences with Garroway.
He's proud of me? He's going to free me? Bullshit.
"That's all? You'll need to do more than give me a fuzzy feel-good memory to convert me." She spat at American Dream's feet, exhausted but defiant.
She shakes her head to try and clear the mental fog, to no avail. She hears Tomo and calls back to her. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm still here." For now. "Are you doing alright?"
Apr 3, 2025 7:59 pm
Dream glances down at the glob of spit at her feet...then returns the favor, but instead of spitting on the floor, she spits directly in Rocketeer's face.
"There's the sassy, tough bitch I expected! Still, I'm a bit surprised you didn't embrace that implanted memory. In your situation, you need all the encouragement and motivation (real or imagined) that you can get!"
"But obviously we'll need to do more to return you to a nice, pliable state. Like I said, this is just a warm-up. When Garroway arrives, he'll take over...and you know how adept he is with brainwashing. I sometimes let him brainwash me just for fun! It's fan-fucking-tastic to have a past that's multiple choice!"
Raising her voice: "Pipe down, Tomo! I'll ravage your mind shortly!"
Again, Rocketeer feels Dream's telepathy hit her...but instead of stabbing pain, this time it feels more like pinpricks. Then even the pinpricks fade, until she feels...a caress? An image appears: sitting on a beach, a glorious sunset over the calm ocean, a light breeze, seagulls wheeling overhead...holding hands with...who? American Dream?! But not Dream as she appears now: a calm, smiling, loving Dream.
Rocketeer hears her voice, but she's not sure if it's the real Dream, or the one inside her mind: "I'm crazy, I admit it...and they expect me to be crazy. You ever get pigeon-holded? Sure you have. The super-intelligent, indomitable Machina, created to be nothing but a tool. But you escaped. You're remaking yourself."
"Will you...help me do the same? This could be us. Lovers watching a sunset in some far-off country, one where OmniCorp would never think to look. Bulwark has left this facility; I'm the only other super here. Between the three of us, we can break out easily. Yes, three of us...Tomo can come to. Maybe we'll even develop some sort of ménage à trois relationship?"
"What do you say, Matilda? And I apologize for spitting in your face. But they're watching me, ya know? I gotta act the part."
"There's the sassy, tough bitch I expected! Still, I'm a bit surprised you didn't embrace that implanted memory. In your situation, you need all the encouragement and motivation (real or imagined) that you can get!"
"But obviously we'll need to do more to return you to a nice, pliable state. Like I said, this is just a warm-up. When Garroway arrives, he'll take over...and you know how adept he is with brainwashing. I sometimes let him brainwash me just for fun! It's fan-fucking-tastic to have a past that's multiple choice!"
Raising her voice: "Pipe down, Tomo! I'll ravage your mind shortly!"
Again, Rocketeer feels Dream's telepathy hit her...but instead of stabbing pain, this time it feels more like pinpricks. Then even the pinpricks fade, until she feels...a caress? An image appears: sitting on a beach, a glorious sunset over the calm ocean, a light breeze, seagulls wheeling overhead...holding hands with...who? American Dream?! But not Dream as she appears now: a calm, smiling, loving Dream.
Rocketeer hears her voice, but she's not sure if it's the real Dream, or the one inside her mind: "I'm crazy, I admit it...and they expect me to be crazy. You ever get pigeon-holded? Sure you have. The super-intelligent, indomitable Machina, created to be nothing but a tool. But you escaped. You're remaking yourself."
"Will you...help me do the same? This could be us. Lovers watching a sunset in some far-off country, one where OmniCorp would never think to look. Bulwark has left this facility; I'm the only other super here. Between the three of us, we can break out easily. Yes, three of us...Tomo can come to. Maybe we'll even develop some sort of ménage à trois relationship?"
"What do you say, Matilda? And I apologize for spitting in your face. But they're watching me, ya know? I gotta act the part."
Apr 4, 2025 3:23 pm
'These women are going to get me killed' Chillmera thinks to himself. He waits to see what the cyborgs next move will be, keeping what little element of surprise he has.
Rolls
Initiative (if needed) - (d20)
(8) = 8
Rocketeer
Apr 4, 2025 4:09 pm
Rocketeer
"What...??" Rocketeer wipes the spit from her face, not even mad about it in the face of this new development. She's never met this woman. However, this is her only decent shot of escaping Garroway, and Dream even says she'll take Tomo too, so she's tempted to agree. She doesn't actually want to hide away in some remote country, but she's banking on finding a chance to get away.
She replies mentally, to avoid whatever surveillance is being employed. "Eh, what the hell. Let's escape together. I can tell, you can be so much more than they expect you to be. You can be your own person, make your own decisions. I'll help you every step of the way. Now, we should probably grab my gear first, or I'm not going to be much help. Hope those bastards aren't already taking it apart. Gonna need these collars off as well."
Apr 4, 2025 4:30 pm
Tomo peeks the best she can through the bars.
"Ravage my...what's going on over there?"
"Ravage my...what's going on over there?"
Apr 4, 2025 8:52 pm
Rolls for initiative.
Rolls
Bulwark - (d20)
(5) = 5
OmniCorp Shock Troops - (d20)
(8) = 8
Echo - (d20)
(20) = 20
Apr 4, 2025 8:55 pm
Round One
20: Echo –
8: Chillmera –
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops –
5: Bulwark – Armored
2: Fei-fei –
20: Echo –
8: Chillmera –
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops –
5: Bulwark – Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Apr 4, 2025 9:04 pm
Echo facepalmed when Fei-fei simply walked outside and revealed herself to the hulking Bulwark and his allies...but at least she was eager to fight, and her bravado seemed to confuse the cyborg for a moment.
"Well, they know someone's here now, so let's get this dismemberment started!"
She hops outside, then walks over to Fei-fei. Not wasting time, she stares intently at Bulwark; you all can't see any sort of effect hitting the cyborg, but beads of sweat appear on Echo's forehead, meaning she's doing something.
"Still as sadistic as ever, huh, Bulwark? Let's see if you've upgraded your systems, or if you're still stuck in the 20th century...."
"Well, they know someone's here now, so let's get this dismemberment started!"
She hops outside, then walks over to Fei-fei. Not wasting time, she stares intently at Bulwark; you all can't see any sort of effect hitting the cyborg, but beads of sweat appear on Echo's forehead, meaning she's doing something.
"Still as sadistic as ever, huh, Bulwark? Let's see if you've upgraded your systems, or if you're still stuck in the 20th century...."
Rolls
Technopath, +2 pump - (6d6)
(133555) = 22
Apr 4, 2025 9:06 pm
"What the...?! Which one are you?! L4 or L5? Damn, this is my lucky day! You should've run, clone!"
But Echo's techopathy rips through his system, dropping him to a knee, clouding his vision, and causing pain to spike at random points across his armored form.
"Shit...you and your tricks...[cough]...just wait...once I reboot..."
But Echo's techopathy rips through his system, dropping him to a knee, clouding his vision, and causing pain to spike at random points across his armored form.
"Shit...you and your tricks...[cough]...just wait...once I reboot..."
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (5d6)
(34513) = 16
Apr 4, 2025 9:13 pm
Round One
20: Echo – Technopath +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera –
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops –
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Chillmera, you're up!
20: Echo – Technopath +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera –
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops –
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Chillmera, you're up!
Apr 4, 2025 9:35 pm
The beach sunset scene changes. It's now cold, windy, and dark; only a sliver of moon and a few stars illuminate the blackness. The sand beneath Rocketeer feels rough, and the lapping waves are slimy. The seagulls overhead let out ghastly shrieks.
Dream's features contort, until she's once again the spiteful, manipulative jackass who first stepped into your cell.
"You really believed that fantasy? That I'd break you outta here? Talk about gullible!"
But then she scrunches up her face. Blinks rapidly. Rubs her chin.
"You're...sincere? Hmmm. Not exactly. Lots of stuff going on in your noggin. Your don't wanna be erased by OmniCorp again, of course, and you'll say anything to convince me to spring you."
"But I'll still play along. OmniCorp has been good to me, though; you gotta give me concrete reasons to help you. What can the legendary Matilda Lark give a high-level telepath who already makes a good salary, has plenty of like-minded peers, and has tons of weak minds to play with?"
Dream's features contort, until she's once again the spiteful, manipulative jackass who first stepped into your cell.
"You really believed that fantasy? That I'd break you outta here? Talk about gullible!"
But then she scrunches up her face. Blinks rapidly. Rubs her chin.
"You're...sincere? Hmmm. Not exactly. Lots of stuff going on in your noggin. Your don't wanna be erased by OmniCorp again, of course, and you'll say anything to convince me to spring you."
"But I'll still play along. OmniCorp has been good to me, though; you gotta give me concrete reasons to help you. What can the legendary Matilda Lark give a high-level telepath who already makes a good salary, has plenty of like-minded peers, and has tons of weak minds to play with?"
Apr 4, 2025 10:32 pm
Hearing no response from the next cell, Tomo takes the bedsheet in hand.
"Um, you good? Hang on, I'm coming."
Tomo rigs up a noose to hang herself and respawn outside of the cell. Standing on the toilet with noose in hand, Tomo braces herself...before slipping on the bowl and braining herself to death on the toilet tank.
"Um, you good? Hang on, I'm coming."
Tomo rigs up a noose to hang herself and respawn outside of the cell. Standing on the toilet with noose in hand, Tomo braces herself...before slipping on the bowl and braining herself to death on the toilet tank.
Apr 4, 2025 10:54 pm
Chillmera goes outside to join the others. With the big guy down for now, he rushes toward the first goon he can. Putting an extra layer of ice on his fist, he sends a hook punch, hoping it's enough to take this guy down, and convince the others to stand down.
Rolls
Cryokinesis - (4d6)
(4421) = 11
Apr 5, 2025 7:37 pm
Chillmera's punch connects squarely...but his target's head barely moves. The man chuckles, and taps his helmet and visor.
"Top-of-the-line protection right here, icicle humper. Or maybe you just punch like a toddler? Probably both."
Now all three goons laugh in unison, and blast Chillmera with their pulse weapons! Three energy bursts slam into him, sending him flying into the moldy couch that blocks the driveway.
"Top-of-the-line protection right here, icicle humper. Or maybe you just punch like a toddler? Probably both."
Now all three goons laugh in unison, and blast Chillmera with their pulse weapons! Three energy bursts slam into him, sending him flying into the moldy couch that blocks the driveway.
Rolls
OmniCorp Shock Troops - (3d6)
(266) = 14
Apr 5, 2025 7:47 pm
The troops now turn their attention to Echo. As long as her technopathy scrambles Bulwark's systems, they're at an extreme disadvantage.
Instead of blasting her, one of them tosses a grenade her way. Unbeknownst to her (they think), this is no ordinary grenade. Instead, it's a "mind scrambler" that sends out a debilitating wave of psychic energy when it explodes.
Instead of blasting her, one of them tosses a grenade her way. Unbeknownst to her (they think), this is no ordinary grenade. Instead, it's a "mind scrambler" that sends out a debilitating wave of psychic energy when it explodes.
Rolls
OmniCorp Shock Troops - (3d6)
(644) = 14
Apr 5, 2025 7:48 pm
But she does know it's a mind scrambler. Using her technopathy to stall the explosion, she kicks the grenade back at them, then triggers it. A strange shimmering wave engulfs one of the troops, and he immediately drops with a groan.
"And ya'll are supposed to be elite? OmniCorp's standards have definitely fallen...."
"And ya'll are supposed to be elite? OmniCorp's standards have definitely fallen...."
Rolls
Technopath, +2 pump - (6d6)
(456321) = 21
Apr 5, 2025 7:53 pm
Round One
20: Echo – Technopath +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (2)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
20: Echo – Technopath +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (2)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Apr 5, 2025 8:02 pm
Bulwark has finagled his systems enough to rejoin the battle. Echo's invasive ability still lingers, like bruises or bad memories, but the monstrous machine-man is no quitter.
Gnashing his teeth, he targets Echo...then decides against it. Better to wear down the other two, and then focus on Echo once her adrenaline surge ends.
He morphs his arm into a huge battle-axe, its edges glowing blue-white, the entire thing humming like some malfunctioning electrical transformer. It looks sharp enough to slice through impregnium!
He rushes at Chillmera, eager to cut him in half! Or at least lop off a limb. He'd settle for that, if he had to....
Gnashing his teeth, he targets Echo...then decides against it. Better to wear down the other two, and then focus on Echo once her adrenaline surge ends.
He morphs his arm into a huge battle-axe, its edges glowing blue-white, the entire thing humming like some malfunctioning electrical transformer. It looks sharp enough to slice through impregnium!
He rushes at Chillmera, eager to cut him in half! Or at least lop off a limb. He'd settle for that, if he had to....
OOC:
Chillmera, defend yourself!Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(4635) = 18
Apr 5, 2025 8:07 pm
Tomo respawns directly outside her cell, in the hallway. The now-dead Tomo's head humiliatingly slips down into the toilet bowl, splashing some water on the floor.
Strangely, a new Tomo appearing doesn't raise any alarms. Rocketeer's cell door is open; inside, the two are still engaging in their psychic conversation.
Strangely, a new Tomo appearing doesn't raise any alarms. Rocketeer's cell door is open; inside, the two are still engaging in their psychic conversation.
OOC:
You're still at 1 dice for all cliches.Apr 5, 2025 9:27 pm
Having failed at fight, Chillmera chooses flight at the sight of the axe. He tries to roll (just like the heroes in the movie do) to avoid the hit, and end up behind Bulwark. He really should watch less TV
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Rolls
Former athlete - (3d6)
(331) = 7
Apr 5, 2025 9:35 pm
According to your character info, Former Athlete is only 2 dice. You lost anyway, though.
Round One
20: Echo – Technopath +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (2)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Fei-fei, you're up!
Round One
20: Echo – Technopath +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (2)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Fei-fei, you're up!
Apr 5, 2025 9:56 pm
OOC:
sprry, i ended up swapping coach and athlete. Ill update my info page. But like ya said, still a failure. Apr 5, 2025 10:52 pm
OOC:
Since you didn't update it until now, I'm ruling that for the remainder of the day, your cliches will be what you had originally.That is, Coach (3) and Former Athlete (2), with the latter being (1) now, since you lost a roll.
After the next "long rest" or equivalent, they'll be swapped to your current configuration.
Rocketeer
Apr 6, 2025 2:14 pm
Rocketeer
"Oh, you bitch... You really don't want to sip Mai Tais on the beach with me? Shame. Fine, I'll tell you what I can give you: freedom. You say OmniCorp has been good to you, but there's no way they don't have ways to deal with you, whether you're aware of them or not. They don't like unknowns. If I were them, I'd install a chip in your head that prevents you from accessing certain minds. Rig it up with an explosive or rapidly-acting poison to dispatch you should you prove more trouble than you're worth. They'd install it too deep to be removed without killing you or doing severe damage. If you know all about me, then you know I'm a technopath. I can disable whatever countermeasures they've got inside you, and you can truly be free to do whatever the hell you want. How's that for a concrete reason?"
In the midst of psychic conversation, she doesn't notice the sound of Tomo splitting her skull open.
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Apr 6, 2025 2:23 pm
Tomo looks around before picking up Ragnar's power nullifier collar from his body. Sneaking up to the distracted American Dream, she claps it onto American Dream's neck...or jams it over her head...or slips it over her arm...or just smacks her in the back of the head with it. Whatever will work. Probably the last one, to be honest.
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Apr 6, 2025 7:42 pm
Dream claps enthusiastically after Rocketeer's spiel. The psychic beach scene because a little more invigorating, a little less dark and gloomy.
"Bravo! Very persuasive! You know, the tech folks say there ain't any counter-measures in my body...but they could be lying. Everyone lies here; sifting through the duplicity and hunting for the truth is part of the fun! But you are a technopath, and----"
She's interrupted by Tomo, who manages to slide the nullifier collar over her head! Not completely; the collars are meant to be opened, then closed around the person's neck. But Tomo has jammed the collar to about eye-level (Ragnar's blood acts as a gory lubricant), and this is enough to cut off the telepath's powers.
Either that, or Dream is so startled that she can't immediately push past the collar's possibly limited abilities, since it's not snug around her neck. Whatever the case, you have an opening....
The beach scene blinks out instantly, and Rocketeer is back in her cell.
"Huh?! The voices...I can't...[finally notices Tomo]...you! How did you...?!"
"Bravo! Very persuasive! You know, the tech folks say there ain't any counter-measures in my body...but they could be lying. Everyone lies here; sifting through the duplicity and hunting for the truth is part of the fun! But you are a technopath, and----"
She's interrupted by Tomo, who manages to slide the nullifier collar over her head! Not completely; the collars are meant to be opened, then closed around the person's neck. But Tomo has jammed the collar to about eye-level (Ragnar's blood acts as a gory lubricant), and this is enough to cut off the telepath's powers.
Either that, or Dream is so startled that she can't immediately push past the collar's possibly limited abilities, since it's not snug around her neck. Whatever the case, you have an opening....
The beach scene blinks out instantly, and Rocketeer is back in her cell.
"Huh?! The voices...I can't...[finally notices Tomo]...you! How did you...?!"
OOC:
If you want to fight her, roll d20s. All her cliches are now at 1 dice, just like yours.
Rocketeer
Apr 6, 2025 8:03 pm
Rocketeer
Rocketeer is confused for the briefest moment as she becomes fully aware of the world again. However, she's not one to let a chance slip by. Seeing that Tomo's slipped a collar onto Dream, she doesn't waste time asking questions. Instead, she lunges.
Rolls
Initiative - (1d20)
(14) = 14
Apr 6, 2025 8:23 pm
"Oh, that worked?"
A bit too surprised for the one who sprung the ambush, Tomo looks around before putting her noodly arms up, a pathetic attempt at a boxing stance. She lets loose a punch with the force of a sick kitten.
A bit too surprised for the one who sprung the ambush, Tomo looks around before putting her noodly arms up, a pathetic attempt at a boxing stance. She lets loose a punch with the force of a sick kitten.
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Rolls
Init - (1d20)
(18) = 18
another weird day - (1d6)
(4) = 4
Apr 6, 2025 8:28 pm
Tomo's punch barely causes Dream to grunt. Sneering at the non-pugilist, Dream tries to push past her mind fog. Over the years, she'd "downloaded" various martial arts styles using her telepathy. While she can't access the specifics now, she remembers training one specific spin kick until it became second nature.
Well, normally second nature. Now she can only muster an awkward hop-kick that looks like someone intentionally performing a horrible dance move. Nonetheless, her foot strikes Tomo in the head, and the girl collapses, her head falling into Rocketeer's toilet bowl, just like what happened to "former" Tomo.
"You know, I really thought we were developing a rapport, Matilda. But you were clearly just stalling so your little friend could blindside me. You both are the queens of poor choices, ain't ya?"
Rocketeer, you're up!
Well, normally second nature. Now she can only muster an awkward hop-kick that looks like someone intentionally performing a horrible dance move. Nonetheless, her foot strikes Tomo in the head, and the girl collapses, her head falling into Rocketeer's toilet bowl, just like what happened to "former" Tomo.
"You know, I really thought we were developing a rapport, Matilda. But you were clearly just stalling so your little friend could blindside me. You both are the queens of poor choices, ain't ya?"
OOC:
Tomo is KOed...again! Poor gal.Rocketeer, you're up!
Rolls
Telepath - (1d6)
(5) = 5
Rocketeer
Apr 6, 2025 9:03 pm
Rocketeer
"You believed that? If you really had a killswitch inside you, I'd flip it in a heartbeat!"
Rocketeer comes in with a kick aimed at American's Dream knee, rather sloppy given her current state.
Rolls
High-Flying Daredevil - (1d6)
(1) = 1
Apr 6, 2025 9:11 pm
Dream hops over the kick, then repeats her own awkward spin kick. Again, it lands, and Matilda bangs into the wall, before sprawling against the unconscious body of Tomo.
"Now, to get this fuckin' thing off...."
With both her opponents KOed, she has plenty of time to fiddle with the collar. Eventually she yanks it off, then tosses it contemptuously onto the floor. After a few deep breaths, her eyes resume their blue glow as her powers return.
"Much better. Was gettin' lonely up there. What to do with these two dolts, though? And...how did Tomo get out without raising any alarms? Jenkins better not be sleepin' on the job again!"
"Now, to get this fuckin' thing off...."
With both her opponents KOed, she has plenty of time to fiddle with the collar. Eventually she yanks it off, then tosses it contemptuously onto the floor. After a few deep breaths, her eyes resume their blue glow as her powers return.
"Much better. Was gettin' lonely up there. What to do with these two dolts, though? And...how did Tomo get out without raising any alarms? Jenkins better not be sleepin' on the job again!"
OOC:
Will write the "decide your fate" post(s) probably tomorrow.Rolls
Telepath - (1d6)
(3) = 3
Apr 7, 2025 7:32 am
Fei-fei had been watching the action unfold, not expecting the other two to quite so readily jump in. She'd been expecting the first hit, and found herself more than a little put off by the turn of events. Even still, she took a moment to centre herself before squaring off against the shock troops.
In her experience, bulk goons didn't tend to have much to them so it didn't seem worth calling the snake for help. It could be prideful, and often got in her way if she tried to make it use energy for things it didn't have to. She had more than enough talent, and snap kicks, to take down a bunch of red shirts... right?
In her experience, bulk goons didn't tend to have much to them so it didn't seem worth calling the snake for help. It could be prideful, and often got in her way if she tried to make it use energy for things it didn't have to. She had more than enough talent, and snap kicks, to take down a bunch of red shirts... right?
OOC:
My typical high rolling strikes again! :pLast edited April 7, 2025 7:34 am
Rolls
Prodigal Kicks - Targeting Shock Troops - (3D6)
(152) = 8
Apr 7, 2025 8:22 pm
Fei-fei's kicks are swift, precise, and powerful! The troops might not even be wearing armor, so battered do they get by her barrage.
Cursing their misfortune, they hope Bulwark's bloodthirsty resolve is enough to save them....
Cursing their misfortune, they hope Bulwark's bloodthirsty resolve is enough to save them....
Rolls
OmniCorp Shock Troops - (2d6)
(11) = 2
Apr 7, 2025 8:28 pm
Round Two
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (1)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (1)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Apr 7, 2025 8:39 pm
"Nice going, girl! I'll finish them off!"
She presses some buttons on her "backpack," which turns into a jetpack! Boosting up to the top of the derelict church, she straddles the steeple as she targets the shock troops.
She then fires four missiles at the goons, each one looking like it can do massive damage. Overkill? Of course! Gotta let 'em know they're not dealing with some hand-wringing pansy....
She presses some buttons on her "backpack," which turns into a jetpack! Boosting up to the top of the derelict church, she straddles the steeple as she targets the shock troops.
She then fires four missiles at the goons, each one looking like it can do massive damage. Overkill? Of course! Gotta let 'em know they're not dealing with some hand-wringing pansy....
Rolls
Genius Gadgeteer - (4d6)
(3661) = 16
Apr 7, 2025 8:42 pm
The missiles knock the goons around like ping-pong balls, and turn much of the churchyard into an inferno! Laughing at her success, Echo remains on top of the church, ready for more action.
Round Two
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Didn't roll for 'em, cuz they'd lose regardless.
Chillmera, you're up!
Round Two
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (3), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Didn't roll for 'em, cuz they'd lose regardless.
Chillmera, you're up!
Apr 7, 2025 8:59 pm
"Good Job!" Chillmera yells up to Echo "Does that mean no one is guarding the dropship? Could be some fun toys in there for ya." he adds, hoping to at least distract the cyborg, at most, maybe they can take the ship and turn the tide of this skirmish in their favor. Then he turns back around to attack the cyborg. Forming one of his arms into a icy spear, he attempts to jab it into Bulwarks morphing arm.
Rolls
Cryo - (3d6)
(332) = 8
Apr 7, 2025 9:00 pm
Time passes for the unconscious Tomo and Rocketeer. Their dreams are filled with impossibly-loud cracks of thunder...the rending of metal...an odd burning smell...a scream, then horrific groaning. But are these actual dreams, or American Dream's telepathic manipulations? Or are these things actually happening?
You both wake up to a startling scene. You're still in Rocketeer's cell, but everything around you is in shambles. A large portion of the facility's roof, as well as the outer wall, has been ripped off, like someone opening a can. Shrapnel is everywhere; most of the cell bars in this block have been ripped from their moorings.
Luckily, you both suffered only superficial cuts from (apparently) flying shrapnel. The shrapnel has also sliced through Rocketeer's collar, finally freeing her from its power-nullification.
Now able to see outside, you notice that you're on the third and top floor of this facility. But you don't see blue skies outside; instead, the sky is deep maroon, filled with scudding black clouds. The ground is rocky and lifeless; you can't even see weeds, or lichen growing on the boulders.
The facility sits on a small bluff, with the depressed area around it deep in shadow. Far away, you see jagged peaks covered in...snow? Perhaps, but snow that's gray and streaked with yellow. Even darker stormclouds surround those peaks, shooting out purple lightning.
You hear a cough, and there's American Dream, slumped against the wall. Her forehead has a nasty gash, but that's actually the least of her worries: she's been impaled in the stomach by one of the cell bars. She's feebly trying to pull it out, to no avail. Her breath comes in gurgles and gasps, and she stares up at you blankly.
You both wake up to a startling scene. You're still in Rocketeer's cell, but everything around you is in shambles. A large portion of the facility's roof, as well as the outer wall, has been ripped off, like someone opening a can. Shrapnel is everywhere; most of the cell bars in this block have been ripped from their moorings.
Luckily, you both suffered only superficial cuts from (apparently) flying shrapnel. The shrapnel has also sliced through Rocketeer's collar, finally freeing her from its power-nullification.
Now able to see outside, you notice that you're on the third and top floor of this facility. But you don't see blue skies outside; instead, the sky is deep maroon, filled with scudding black clouds. The ground is rocky and lifeless; you can't even see weeds, or lichen growing on the boulders.
The facility sits on a small bluff, with the depressed area around it deep in shadow. Far away, you see jagged peaks covered in...snow? Perhaps, but snow that's gray and streaked with yellow. Even darker stormclouds surround those peaks, shooting out purple lightning.
You hear a cough, and there's American Dream, slumped against the wall. Her forehead has a nasty gash, but that's actually the least of her worries: she's been impaled in the stomach by one of the cell bars. She's feebly trying to pull it out, to no avail. Her breath comes in gurgles and gasps, and she stares up at you blankly.
Apr 7, 2025 10:29 pm
OOC:
No, all cliches still at 1 dice. Without the nullifying effect, though, you can work on restoring them.Apr 8, 2025 1:25 am
Rubbing her sore head, Tomo sighs as she sits up and looks around at the scenery.
"This is stupid."
Tomo glances at American Dream, noting exactly how bad her injury is, using her vast, vast experience with death in all forms.
"This is stupid."
Tomo glances at American Dream, noting exactly how bad her injury is, using her vast, vast experience with death in all forms.
Rocketeer
Apr 8, 2025 5:31 pm
Rocketeer
Rocketeer stumbles to her feet, brushing debris off her grey cotton clothes. What the hell happened while I was out? She noticed she could feel the faint buzz of technology, and the brain fog was gone. Her powers were back online. She felt around her neck and noticed her collar was damaged. She takes it off, but she holds onto it for now.
"Stupid indeed. It's like the damn apocalypse arrived. We'd best not linger."
At that moment, she notices American Dream. She can't help but smile at the sight. "Well, at least there's a silver living in this."
Even if by some miracle she felt compelled to help Dream, she wouldn't last long with a grievous wound like that. Rocketeer walks up to her and casually goes through her pockets, taking anything that could be useful to her, such as her phone, wallet, and whatever else. In particular, she's looking for some sort of keycard for the reinforced steel door at the end of the hall, if it's still intact.
"Thank you, dear. Good luck with that flesh wound. Come on, Tomo. I'm finding my gear." She steps out of her demolished cell, leaving Dream to her fate. She takes note of her surroundings.
Apr 8, 2025 8:08 pm
The icy spear shatters on Bulwark's tough metal form, causing the man to laugh and shake his head.
"Your wintry wonderland powers ain't shit, boy."
He counters with a devastating gut punch!
"Your wintry wonderland powers ain't shit, boy."
He counters with a devastating gut punch!
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(6622) = 16
Apr 8, 2025 8:13 pm
Round Two
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (2), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (2), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Apr 8, 2025 8:15 pm
Noticing Chillmera's struggles, the cyborg rushes him again, attempting to wrap the icy hero in a bearhug.
OOC:
Chillmera, defend yourself!Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(3543) = 15
Apr 8, 2025 8:32 pm
You do find a keycard on Dream. It says OmniCorp Level A access. However, the steel door has been half ripped off its hinges, allowing you to step through. But perhaps the keycard will be useful later. You find nothing else of note on her person.
Dream chuckles, sending blood streaming down her chin. She makes no attempt to stop you from searching her. As you move to leave, she lets out a raspy comment:
"You don't know where you are, or what's coming now that the force field's down. But go ahead, leave the...[cough]...telepath behind. I hope they flay you both...flay you nice and slow...."
If you maneuver around the steel door, you'll reach an observation room for the cell block. The large video screens are all blank or shattered, as well as the control panels. One OmniCorp employee, a man dressed in plain clothes, lies dead, having been crushed by a large section of roof.
The room contains a turned over mini-fridge, its drinks and snacks now scattered across the floor. Some cabinets contain OmniCorp manuals with mind-numbing language. There's little else of note.
Like in the cell block, all the lights are out; indeed, it seems the facility has no power. You have to navigate via the gloomy half-light of the strange sky.
At the other end of the room, there's an elevator and a stairwell. Pressing any buttons on the elevator panel does nothing, but though damaged, the stairwell looks safe to descend.
Dream chuckles, sending blood streaming down her chin. She makes no attempt to stop you from searching her. As you move to leave, she lets out a raspy comment:
"You don't know where you are, or what's coming now that the force field's down. But go ahead, leave the...[cough]...telepath behind. I hope they flay you both...flay you nice and slow...."
If you maneuver around the steel door, you'll reach an observation room for the cell block. The large video screens are all blank or shattered, as well as the control panels. One OmniCorp employee, a man dressed in plain clothes, lies dead, having been crushed by a large section of roof.
The room contains a turned over mini-fridge, its drinks and snacks now scattered across the floor. Some cabinets contain OmniCorp manuals with mind-numbing language. There's little else of note.
Like in the cell block, all the lights are out; indeed, it seems the facility has no power. You have to navigate via the gloomy half-light of the strange sky.
At the other end of the room, there's an elevator and a stairwell. Pressing any buttons on the elevator panel does nothing, but though damaged, the stairwell looks safe to descend.
Apr 8, 2025 9:32 pm
'This is going to hurt!' Chillmera thinks to himself, knowing his armor isn't thick enough to withstand this 'Hopefully those crazy chicks have a way to get me out of this.'
Rolls
Cryo attempt to defend - (2d6)
(24) = 6
Apr 8, 2025 9:44 pm
It does indeed hurt. Bulwark's bear hug feels like a visit to the world's worst chiropractor. After crushing Chillmera for a good 10 seconds, laughing maniacally the whole time, the cyborg tosses him scornfully to the scorched ground, then hocks a giant spitball (or is that hydraulic fluid?) at his face.
Round Two
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Fei-fei, you're up!
Round Two
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei –
Fei-fei, you're up!
Apr 9, 2025 8:30 am
Fei-fei takes another breath after she's done letting loose. She feels warmed up and her blood is pumping, but like usual her opponents aren't enough to give her a real challenge. She turns to the last one standing, and smirks. Sure the guy looks tougher but is he? Well, there's only one way to find out.
She lets the energy of the Lunar Snake into her blood once again, the feeling an exhilarating rush, and sets off at a calm walk toward Bulwark. She cringes when he spits. "That's... kinda grim, mate."
Then, not waiting for a response, she darts forwards in Snake stance and probes for a gap in his armour.
She lets the energy of the Lunar Snake into her blood once again, the feeling an exhilarating rush, and sets off at a calm walk toward Bulwark. She cringes when he spits. "That's... kinda grim, mate."
Then, not waiting for a response, she darts forwards in Snake stance and probes for a gap in his armour.
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Rolls
Lunar Twelve - (4D6)
(5151) = 12
Apr 9, 2025 4:20 pm
In the observation room, Tomo grabs some snacks, cracking open a sports drink and tucking a bag of chips under her arm. At least that's something normal in what has turned out to be a day best described as a bootleg SAW trap. If only she had her hoodie, she could take more snacks along...she likes that hoodie.
OOC:
Trying to recover Another Weird Day by just partaking in ordinary things.Apr 9, 2025 5:44 pm
Bulwark chuckles as Fei-fei's "snake bites" ping against his armored form.
"Stop it, please! I know I've got a metal frame, but I'm still ticklish!"
Then, with surprising speed, he counters with a roundhouse kick! It catches Fei-fei right in the side, and she spins through the air like a top, landing on top of a scorched piece of debris.
"Stop it, please! I know I've got a metal frame, but I'm still ticklish!"
Then, with surprising speed, he counters with a roundhouse kick! It catches Fei-fei right in the side, and she spins through the air like a top, landing on top of a scorched piece of debris.
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(6432) = 15
Apr 9, 2025 5:48 pm
Round Three
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Apr 9, 2025 5:50 pm
"Hit 'im harder, you two! He ain't some chump like those troops!"
From her elevated spot on top of the church, she shoots more missiles down. This time, eight of them. Double overkill!
From her elevated spot on top of the church, she shoots more missiles down. This time, eight of them. Double overkill!
Rolls
Genius Gadgeteer, +2 pump - (6d6)
(216316) = 19
Apr 9, 2025 5:51 pm
OOC:
She still couldn't beat Armored!His armor is covered in soot, and it's glowing a bit from the heat, but he still looks hale and hearty.
Morphing is arm once again into a pulse cannon, he blasts Echo! She's able to twist so her tech-pack takes the brunt of the blast, but the movement causes her to topple off the steeple, slide down the church's roof, and then crunch into a parched-looking bush.
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(6354) = 18
Apr 9, 2025 5:58 pm
Round Three
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer (3) +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Chillmera, you're up!
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer (3) +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Chillmera, you're up!
Apr 9, 2025 6:03 pm
Tomo's snack break calms her a bit...or since she always seems listless, maybe it gives her a different sense of calm? Maybe this different sense is equal to determination and excitement in other people. Who knows?
OOC:
One dice restored for Another Weird Day.
Rocketeer
Apr 9, 2025 10:48 pm
Rocketeer
Rocketeer doesn't give Dream the pleasure of a response, but the telepath is right. She doesn't know where they are, nor does she know what caused all this damage. She doesn't feel that eager to find out, at least not while she's armorless.
In the observation room, she doesn't feel hungry or thirsty enough to take anything, but she does search the dead employee's corpse after heaving the debris off him. "Come on... Phone..."
If she does find a working phone on him, she'd want to check to see if she can get a signal out here. She'd also use it as a flashlight to navigate the dim lighting better.
She pages through the manuals rapidly, capturing a mental snapshot of potentially useful information with her brain. The entire process takes about a few minutes overall. She leaves the manuals behind and carefully proceeds down the stairwell.
Apr 10, 2025 1:25 am
'Nuts to this' Chillmera thinks to himself. 'Come on man, be smart, dont just sit here and get your ass kicked'
OOC:
gonna say he 'coaches' himself if thats okRolls
Coach - (3d6)
(461) = 11
Apr 10, 2025 8:24 pm
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! My favorite target turning tail and running?! Don't think so!"
Using his arm-cannon, he blasts the ground in front of Chillmera, causing the hero to stumble into the resulting craters! All the positive self-talk in the world can't get him out of this fight.
Using his arm-cannon, he blasts the ground in front of Chillmera, causing the hero to stumble into the resulting craters! All the positive self-talk in the world can't get him out of this fight.
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(4121) = 8
Apr 10, 2025 8:41 pm
Bulwark now turns his attention to Fei-fei, marching towards her confidently. He adopts a double push, or Frankenstein guard stance, ready to stop her attacks cold.
"You seem like a fighter, anime girl. A wannabe fighter, but still. Here, I'll morph out my cannon, and we can trade blows like fighters should. You'll lose, of course...I got an entire library o' fighting styles in my database."
Round Three
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer (3) +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1), Coach (2)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Fei-fei, defend yourself!
"You seem like a fighter, anime girl. A wannabe fighter, but still. Here, I'll morph out my cannon, and we can trade blows like fighters should. You'll lose, of course...I got an entire library o' fighting styles in my database."
Round Three
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer (3) +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1), Coach (2)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Fei-fei, defend yourself!
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(6124) = 13
Apr 10, 2025 9:05 pm
You don't find a phone, or anything useful, on the corpse.
The manuals are mostly filled with irritating corporate-speak ("The Five Pillars of Efficiency are...."), but you do see some references to your current location. Apparently you're at Rehabilitation Center #75, in a place called Malkengard. Besides admonitions not to go outside the now-disabled force-field, or interact with any creatures or entities besides OmniCorp staff, little is said about this place.
Perhaps there are other materials, such as orientation pamphlets, that say more. Or perhaps OmniCorp wanted its employees kept ignorant....
You descend the stairwell without incident, and you can continue down to the first floor if you want.
On the second floor landing, there are two doors on opposite sides. One door has been partially melted, letting you slip through. A sign by the door is now missing a few letters, but you can determine it once said "Research, Development, & Compliance." You see shadowy corpses inside, and the now-standard destruction. Although the outer wall has been slashed open, there's less light than the floor above.
The other door is shut tight, and can't be opened by the keycard, since there's no power. Again, you can determine the sign once said "Commissary." The door has a window at eye-height; peering in, you can barely make out more corpses, and all sorts of supplies in disarray. And even though the door and glass are thick, you hear faint noises from within...chomping? Squeals? Cackling?
The manuals are mostly filled with irritating corporate-speak ("The Five Pillars of Efficiency are...."), but you do see some references to your current location. Apparently you're at Rehabilitation Center #75, in a place called Malkengard. Besides admonitions not to go outside the now-disabled force-field, or interact with any creatures or entities besides OmniCorp staff, little is said about this place.
Perhaps there are other materials, such as orientation pamphlets, that say more. Or perhaps OmniCorp wanted its employees kept ignorant....
You descend the stairwell without incident, and you can continue down to the first floor if you want.
On the second floor landing, there are two doors on opposite sides. One door has been partially melted, letting you slip through. A sign by the door is now missing a few letters, but you can determine it once said "Research, Development, & Compliance." You see shadowy corpses inside, and the now-standard destruction. Although the outer wall has been slashed open, there's less light than the floor above.
The other door is shut tight, and can't be opened by the keycard, since there's no power. Again, you can determine the sign once said "Commissary." The door has a window at eye-height; peering in, you can barely make out more corpses, and all sorts of supplies in disarray. And even though the door and glass are thick, you hear faint noises from within...chomping? Squeals? Cackling?
Apr 10, 2025 9:18 pm
Round Three
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Updated. See OOC chat.
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (4), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3)
Updated. See OOC chat.
Apr 11, 2025 1:17 am
Tomo peeks her head into the R&D&C room (which could now stand for Resting Dead Corpses). Hopefully this is where their stuff is being kept (more so for Matilda's rocket suit and trick missiles, and less for the cute gel pens and the rest of the popcorn shrimp that were in Tomo's pocket).
Rocketeer
Apr 11, 2025 12:57 pm
Rocketeer
Malkengard... Rocketeer's not sure if she's ever heard of such a place. Her speed reading session has provided more questions than answers, but it was better than nothing.
Staying away from the Commissary for now, Rocketeer slips past Tomo and ventures into the R&D&C room, taking care not to trip over dead bodies or debris. She squints, looking around for any sign of her gear.
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Apr 11, 2025 8:41 pm
The R&D&C room is a shattered relic of corporate ambition gone wrong. Dim light filters through a jagged tear in the outer wall, casting long, broken shadows across the scorched floor. Desks lie overturned, monitors are smashed, and paperwork is strewn about like confetti. The scent of ozone lingers, mingled with the coppery tang of blood.
Half-melted lab equipment clings to charred counters, and bodies—some in lab coats, others in troop gear—are slumped in grotesque positions, their faces frozen in final expressions of horror or agony. A cracked whiteboard in the back still bears ghostly marker scrawls: diagrams and formulas mingle with soulless corporate jargon.
In the center of the room, there's what can be called a "sphere of destruction." That is, whatever exploded, blasted or otherwise went haywire annihilated everything around it in a sphere about 30 feet in diameter. You can both imagine the intense energy erupting, like a miniature sun. Now, though, whatever caused this isn't immediately visible, and the sphere is just dark, empty space.
Luckily, you both are able to find your respective gear after stumbling around for a few minutes. Wires and cables are attached to Rocketeer's armor, indicating the OmniCorp techs were examining it. Tomo's gear is found in a cabinet.
Well, you're partially lucky: Rocketeer's armor got banged up even more in the explosion. Tomo's clothes are torn, and the shrimp are now a gooey mess.
Half-melted lab equipment clings to charred counters, and bodies—some in lab coats, others in troop gear—are slumped in grotesque positions, their faces frozen in final expressions of horror or agony. A cracked whiteboard in the back still bears ghostly marker scrawls: diagrams and formulas mingle with soulless corporate jargon.
In the center of the room, there's what can be called a "sphere of destruction." That is, whatever exploded, blasted or otherwise went haywire annihilated everything around it in a sphere about 30 feet in diameter. You can both imagine the intense energy erupting, like a miniature sun. Now, though, whatever caused this isn't immediately visible, and the sphere is just dark, empty space.
Luckily, you both are able to find your respective gear after stumbling around for a few minutes. Wires and cables are attached to Rocketeer's armor, indicating the OmniCorp techs were examining it. Tomo's gear is found in a cabinet.
Well, you're partially lucky: Rocketeer's armor got banged up even more in the explosion. Tomo's clothes are torn, and the shrimp are now a gooey mess.
OOC:
Putting on your gear will restore both Mad Rocket Scientist and Immortal Me to (2). The damage to the armor means Rocketeer doesn't currently have her +1 bonus.Apr 11, 2025 9:26 pm
OOC:
Does Tomo find her phone too? I figure that would be relevant to Me, Myself, and I.Apr 11, 2025 9:31 pm
OOC:
You find the phone with your other stuff. Its screen is cracked, but it miraculously still works. However, you have no service of any sort; even dialing 911 does nothing. Due to this, that cliche will stay at (1).Apr 12, 2025 3:10 am
Tomo slips on the torn hoodie over her prison jammies and stuffs her snacks from before into the front pocket. Checking on her phone, she takes some pictures of the general weirdness around her to send to the group chat later.
Tomo also takes a quick look at the corpses to determine what their exact cause of death is, using her own portfolio of deaths as a reference.
Tomo also takes a quick look at the corpses to determine what their exact cause of death is, using her own portfolio of deaths as a reference.
Apr 12, 2025 3:52 am
"Look at what they've done to my baby! They're lucky they already got blown to bits by... something."
Rocketeer unplugs the myriad wires from her damaged armor and gradually suits up, each piece locking around her body with a mechanical hiss. When the full suit is assembled, she runs diagonostics with her technopathy. In summary, there was plenty to fix, but she didn't have the time for it at the moment.
She approaches the apparent origin of the 'sphere of destruction' and analyzed it with a scanning light from her visor, trying to work backwards from there to create a holographic simulation of events for her and Tomo to view.
Rocketeer unplugs the myriad wires from her damaged armor and gradually suits up, each piece locking around her body with a mechanical hiss. When the full suit is assembled, she runs diagonostics with her technopathy. In summary, there was plenty to fix, but she didn't have the time for it at the moment.
She approaches the apparent origin of the 'sphere of destruction' and analyzed it with a scanning light from her visor, trying to work backwards from there to create a holographic simulation of events for her and Tomo to view.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (2d6)
(26) = 8
Apr 12, 2025 10:21 am
Even if her initial attacks weren't successful, Fei-fei couldn't help the adrenaline and dopamine a real fight brought out in her. The edges of her mouth quirked at Bulwark's statement, and she tried to shake some of the awkwardness out of her limbs. She might as well enjoy herself while she had the chance, right?
"All the fighting styles data in the world ain't going to help you with the real thing!"
"All the fighting styles data in the world ain't going to help you with the real thing!"
OOC:
I'm going to pump prodigal kicks by 2.Rolls
Prodigal Kicks - (5D6)
(55444) = 22
Apr 13, 2025 7:36 pm
Examining the corpses, Tomo sees death-by-shrapnel; death-by-partial-disintegration; one older man who possibly suffered cardiac arrest or a stroke, as you can see no obvious cause of death; and a few piles of ash, possibly all that's left of several other people.
There isn't much for Rocketeer to scan; only a few "blobs" of residual energy absorbed into the floor. But that energy is very familiar to you: it matches the energy signature generated by Lightningfang and Ragnar.
As you both investigate, you hear a banging coming from the commissary door across the stairwell. Someone or something inside wants out....
There isn't much for Rocketeer to scan; only a few "blobs" of residual energy absorbed into the floor. But that energy is very familiar to you: it matches the energy signature generated by Lightningfang and Ragnar.
As you both investigate, you hear a banging coming from the commissary door across the stairwell. Someone or something inside wants out....
Apr 13, 2025 7:37 pm
This time, Bulwark is unable to withstand the hurricane of attacks! As he gets battered, he ignores his own fists-only pronouncement, once again morphing an arm into a pulse cannon. But Fei-fei dodges the resulting blasts easily, and lands a ferocious blow right on Bulwark's nose.
"Dammit...you...filthy little poseur...."
Blood dribbles from his nose...along with, apparently, oil and more hydraulic fluid.
"Dammit...you...filthy little poseur...."
Blood dribbles from his nose...along with, apparently, oil and more hydraulic fluid.
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (4d6)
(6215) = 14
Apr 13, 2025 7:43 pm
Round Three
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (3), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3), Prodigal Kicks +2 pump this round
Fei-fei, you're up!
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer +2 pump this round
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (3), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3), Prodigal Kicks +2 pump this round
Fei-fei, you're up!
Apr 14, 2025 5:00 am
"Huh... This residual energy matches Lightningfang and Ragnar's. My best guess is when they were trying to figure out the sword, it backfired on them big time," she says with some satisfaction, though she couldn't be too happy about it since her gear got caught up in the blast. She's not looking forward to buffing out the damage. "No remnants of Lightningfang though. Either it just self-destructed that thoroughly, or it warped somewhere in a very destructive manner."
She looks in the direction of the banging, then back at Tomo. "Are we checking that out? Or heading on down to the first floor?"
She looks in the direction of the banging, then back at Tomo. "Are we checking that out? Or heading on down to the first floor?"
Apr 14, 2025 4:21 pm
Tomo looks at the banging doors (from which she had previously heard chomping and cackling and other scary noises) and back at Matilda. "...No, I think I'm good. Let's just get out of here."
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Apr 14, 2025 4:37 pm
"Yeah, good call. Whatever's in there is in a bad mood." Deciding to leave the Commissary alone, Rocketeer leads the way down to the first floor. She's ready to fire at any moment as she checks out the surroundings.
Apr 14, 2025 9:33 pm
Like the second floor, the first floor stairwell has two doors on opposite sides. Both doors are damaged enough that you can either squeeze past them, or blast/knock them out of the way.
One door opens into a small room, where you see three different doors for bathrooms: one men's, one women's, and one unisex handicap-accessible. The women's bathroom door has been shredded; inside you see a female corpse on the floor, apparently having been caught on the toilet when the catastrophe happened.
The other door has an "Administration" sign on the nearby wall, and peering in you'll see offices in the still-dim light. Most of the offices had glass walls and doors, and the resulting shrapnel has done a number on the staff. You don't see or hear any signs of life.
There's something alive on the second floor, of course. Now you hear crashing glass, likely from the glass on the commissary room door. But that's followed by an eerie silence, then what sounds like whispering....
One door opens into a small room, where you see three different doors for bathrooms: one men's, one women's, and one unisex handicap-accessible. The women's bathroom door has been shredded; inside you see a female corpse on the floor, apparently having been caught on the toilet when the catastrophe happened.
The other door has an "Administration" sign on the nearby wall, and peering in you'll see offices in the still-dim light. Most of the offices had glass walls and doors, and the resulting shrapnel has done a number on the staff. You don't see or hear any signs of life.
There's something alive on the second floor, of course. Now you hear crashing glass, likely from the glass on the commissary room door. But that's followed by an eerie silence, then what sounds like whispering....
Apr 15, 2025 1:58 am
Tomo turns her head towards the sound of the commissary creature breaking free.
"...Yeah, I should've expected that," Tomo laments. If there's no obvious exit, or nothing of interest to Rocketeer, Tomo will continue down the stairwell to the next floor to find an exit.
"...Yeah, I should've expected that," Tomo laments. If there's no obvious exit, or nothing of interest to Rocketeer, Tomo will continue down the stairwell to the next floor to find an exit.
Apr 15, 2025 5:28 am
"Yep, that's our cue to leave."
Rocketeer doesn't stick around to look at anything. She follows Tomo, but while she's doing so, she enhances the auditory input of her helmet and tries to isolate the whispering so she can catch what's being said.
Rocketeer doesn't stick around to look at anything. She follows Tomo, but while she's doing so, she enhances the auditory input of her helmet and tries to isolate the whispering so she can catch what's being said.
Rolls
Mad Rocket Scientist - (2d6)
(52) = 7
Apr 15, 2025 11:40 pm
You both are already on the first floor, and you don't see any sort of basement access. Since the facility's layout has been straightforward so far, it's a safe bet there aren't any below-ground levels.
You're able to exit the facility via any number of blown-apart sections of wall...or the old-fashioned way, by using a damaged door in the admin room. However, the door has "EMERGENCY EXIT - DO NOT LEAVE UNLESS SITUATION IS CRITICAL" on it, along with several other similarly-worded warnings.
Outside, you see the same thing you saw earlier, when you were peering out from the third floor: rocky terrain, an ominous sky, far-off mountains.
Although Rocketeer's tech allows her to "zoom in" on the noise, the language being spoken is unknown...if it's even a language at all. It sounds like gibberish, punctuated with squeals, cackles, and snarls. Despite all this, you can detect that there are three different entities "conversing." You can also detect a sort of passive-aggressiveness to the exchange, like the three are perpetually aggrevied whiners who nevertheless believe themselves to be big shots.
You're able to exit the facility via any number of blown-apart sections of wall...or the old-fashioned way, by using a damaged door in the admin room. However, the door has "EMERGENCY EXIT - DO NOT LEAVE UNLESS SITUATION IS CRITICAL" on it, along with several other similarly-worded warnings.
Outside, you see the same thing you saw earlier, when you were peering out from the third floor: rocky terrain, an ominous sky, far-off mountains.
Although Rocketeer's tech allows her to "zoom in" on the noise, the language being spoken is unknown...if it's even a language at all. It sounds like gibberish, punctuated with squeals, cackles, and snarls. Despite all this, you can detect that there are three different entities "conversing." You can also detect a sort of passive-aggressiveness to the exchange, like the three are perpetually aggrevied whiners who nevertheless believe themselves to be big shots.
Apr 16, 2025 12:41 am
"I'm picking up the sound of three distinct beings. They seem to be talking to each other, surprisingly, but it's no language I've ever heard." Rocketeer reverts her helmet's auditory input to normal.
She steps out of the facility through one of the holes in the walls. "I think we should start by getting a bird's-eye view of the surrounding area. We need to figure out where we are. Frankly, I'm starting to doubt we're still in the same dimension. Would love to be wrong though." She offers an armored hand to Tomo. Her jets hum as they come to life, prepared for immediate takeoff.
She steps out of the facility through one of the holes in the walls. "I think we should start by getting a bird's-eye view of the surrounding area. We need to figure out where we are. Frankly, I'm starting to doubt we're still in the same dimension. Would love to be wrong though." She offers an armored hand to Tomo. Her jets hum as they come to life, prepared for immediate takeoff.
Apr 16, 2025 1:18 am
Tomo absentmindedly places her hand so that it rests limply in Rocketeer's palm, like a pet doing a handshake.
"...Dimension? You don't look 2D, and I don't know what 4D would be like...unless 4D is like those movie theaters with the chairs that shake. I know that."
"...Dimension? You don't look 2D, and I don't know what 4D would be like...unless 4D is like those movie theaters with the chairs that shake. I know that."
Apr 16, 2025 2:32 am
"I'm not talking about those dimensions. Point is, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."
Rocketeer picks Tomo up and takes to the skies, leaving the OmniCorp prison behind. She's mainly focused on surveying their surroundings from above.
Rocketeer picks Tomo up and takes to the skies, leaving the OmniCorp prison behind. She's mainly focused on surveying their surroundings from above.
Apr 16, 2025 8:31 pm
Her confidence surging, Fei-Fei unleashes another barrage of attacks!
Rolls
Prodigal Kicks, +2 pump - (5d6)
(46666) = 28
Apr 16, 2025 8:32 pm
OOC:
Big huge whopping roll for GM Fei-fei!Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (3d6)
(424) = 10
Apr 16, 2025 8:35 pm
Round Four
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (2), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3), Prodigal Kicks (1)
20: Echo – down to Technopath (2), Genius Gadgeteer (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (2), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3), Prodigal Kicks (1)
Apr 16, 2025 8:37 pm
Seeing that Bulwark is reeling, Echo again tries to savage his systems with her technopathy.
Rolls
Technopath - (2d6)
(15) = 6
Apr 16, 2025 8:38 pm
"You're a one-trick pony with that shit! I figured out how to counter that ages ago!"
An arrogant claim, yes, but he is able to reflect the technopathic probing, giving Echo a piercing headache.
An arrogant claim, yes, but he is able to reflect the technopathic probing, giving Echo a piercing headache.
Rolls
Deranged Cyborg Enforcer - (2d6)
(26) = 8
Apr 16, 2025 8:42 pm
Round Four
20: Echo – down to Technopath (1), Genius Gadgeteer (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (2), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3), Prodigal Kicks (1)
Chillmera, you're up!
20: Echo – down to Technopath (1), Genius Gadgeteer (2)
8: Chillmera – down to Cryokinesis (1), Former Athlete (1)
8: OmniCorp Shock Troops – down to (0)
5: Bulwark – down to (2), Armored
2: Fei-fei – down to Lunar Twelve (3), Prodigal Kicks (1)
Chillmera, you're up!
Apr 17, 2025 9:18 pm
Rocketeer and her cargo (Tomo, who may or may not puke again) jet up into the dark clouds. The clouds are actually significantly warmer than the open air, but don't seem to harm the duo in any noticeable way.
As you ascend, you notice three small, red, winged figures below. The creatures exit the facility through the same hole you did. However, they don't chase after you; the clouds apparently obscure you.
Instead, the creatures stop at the third floor of the facility. Peering into a gash in the outer wall, they shriek, then rush inside. Rocketeer's armor detects a telepathic burst. Evidently American Dream is still alive, and is now fighting the "imps." Which side will prevail? Do Rocketeer or Tomo even care?
The imps moved too fast, and were too far away, for you to get a reading on their capabilities.
The thick clouds limit visibility, and neither of you can see a sun or light source. The maroon lighting in this place seems to simply exist. Rocketeer's armor is struggling to determine directions; even this place's magnetic field is wacky.
Eventually, her systems approximate compass bearings.
To the south, you see a large body of water. The water is dark blue, almost black. This is about 10 miles away.
To the east, you see the strange, stormy mountains you saw earlier. This is about 25 miles away.
To the north, the ground slopes down into a valley, and within the valley are even deeper chasms. This is about 10 miles away.
To the west, you see...something. Stone ruins? Or just poorly-designed buildings? Whatever they are, they cover a space about the size of a medium-sized village. This is about 15 miles away.
Below you, the OmniCorp facility is a dull-grey, damaged cube. You don't see any outbuildings, or any roads. The roof has some antennae and various other techy stuff, most of it damaged.
As you ascend, you notice three small, red, winged figures below. The creatures exit the facility through the same hole you did. However, they don't chase after you; the clouds apparently obscure you.
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The imps moved too fast, and were too far away, for you to get a reading on their capabilities.
The thick clouds limit visibility, and neither of you can see a sun or light source. The maroon lighting in this place seems to simply exist. Rocketeer's armor is struggling to determine directions; even this place's magnetic field is wacky.
Eventually, her systems approximate compass bearings.
To the south, you see a large body of water. The water is dark blue, almost black. This is about 10 miles away.
To the east, you see the strange, stormy mountains you saw earlier. This is about 25 miles away.
To the north, the ground slopes down into a valley, and within the valley are even deeper chasms. This is about 10 miles away.
To the west, you see...something. Stone ruins? Or just poorly-designed buildings? Whatever they are, they cover a space about the size of a medium-sized village. This is about 15 miles away.
Below you, the OmniCorp facility is a dull-grey, damaged cube. You don't see any outbuildings, or any roads. The roof has some antennae and various other techy stuff, most of it damaged.
Apr 18, 2025 5:02 am
No, Tomo couldn't say that she cares much about the imps or American Dream. She does, however note, how similar the imps look to her lawyer. Looking around, Tomo does agree that this does not appear to be the idyllic plains of Kansas.
"...So, umm...what now?"
"...So, umm...what now?"
Apr 18, 2025 9:21 am
"I'd say we start by figuring out a way to get home, but that's easier said than done. For now, I'll take us to those ruins. See if we can find anything usable there."
Just as she says, she flies westward toward the stone ruins-slash-buildings. Upon arrival, she comes in for a landing near the ruins and puts Tomo down. She proceeds with caution, in case there are hostiles nearby.
Just as she says, she flies westward toward the stone ruins-slash-buildings. Upon arrival, she comes in for a landing near the ruins and puts Tomo down. She proceeds with caution, in case there are hostiles nearby.