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    Swords, Pokemon, swords, burning things, swords, video games, SCIENCE!, swords, role playing games, and swords.

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  1. "YOU WISH TO BETTER YOURSELF? VERY WELL. DOOM SHALL EDUCATE YOU. THE MASK OF VISION HAS A TELESCOPIC LENS BUILT INTO IT, AS EVEN AN IMBECILE CAN SEE. BUT IT ALSO GRANTS THE ABILITY TO PERCEIVE ALL FORMS OF LIGHT, AND TO SEE THROUGH ALL BUT THE DENSEST MATERIALS. AND WITH THE TELESCOPIC LENS, IT CAN DO THIS FROM KILOMETERS AWAY. "THE MASK OF FATE IS FAR MORE SUBTLE, BUT NO LESS POWERFUL. IT CAN TURN FEATS THAT ARE ALMOST POSSIBLE FOR THE WEARER INTO FEATS THAT ARE. NO FEATS ARE IMPOSSIBLE FOR DOOM, BUT DOOM'S SERVANTS AND MINIONS ARE NOT ALL SO CAPABLE. IT MAY ALSO INFLUENCE PROBABILITY, BUT DOOM WOULD NEED TO RUN TESTS TO BE CERTAIN, AS DOOM HAS NEVER SEEN THIS MASK IN ACTION BEFORE, NOR USED IT." -------------------------------------- Cell deduces that the ancient builders of this structure put a huge and vital structural support between their trap mechanism and the places where people are meant to go. There's a lot of weight resting on that particular stone. Perhaps if there was a way to brace it somehow...?
  2. "Certain locals have been very naughty indeed. And by naughty I mean exceedingly stupid. You seem far more cognitively capable. I'm certain you don't need specifics to imagine the sort of illicit goods that would demand a repossession agent immune to all forms of biological poison or disease. I also am certain you're well aware of how familiar the locals are with lab safety procedures and biohazard containment," Alexandria smiles brightly at the bartender and then spins about, speaking a bit louder as she addresses the room, "These particular fools do not seem to greatly value keeping themselves in good repair, but I suspect you all here might be somewhat more concerned with maintaining your biology in its currently functional state, hm?" Her eyes narrow, partially shuddering their warm, faint, purple glow, "Would it not be a shame if I were unable to locate these fools before their ineptitude results in a containment breach? Who knows how far such a thing could spread in the air and water? Experimental technology can be so... unpredictable."
  3. Vitor takes a look around the room. Assuming nothing looks threatening, he'll try to use his psychometry to read the past of the area where the stairs used to be. He might be able to get useful information from that. If the foundations are still sound, he might even be able to, with Satomi's help, construct new stairs.
  4. Alexandria grabs the shot glass and tosses it back with relish. She swirls it around in her mouth a bit before swallowing vigorously. A faint gurgling sound can be heard from her neck and chest as she sighs contentedly, "Aaaah, that's the good stuff. Strips the residue out of my coolant lines right quick. I really should upgrade to a cleaner coolant solution one of these days, but then I'd not have a good excuse to visit bars."
  5. "Ahahahaha... Ya can't touch this! Nananana nana nana can't touch this!" Zoe half sings, half raps, half cackles as she returns to existence, performing MC Hammer's distinctive crab-walk as she lines up a shot at the Psycho Midget with the Ted-Las Scrap Rifle, and fires at the squishy bits, dealing 1d12 + 3 damage with a 10% chance for a x2 crit. Then she fires another lightning bolt, aiming to strike Marauder 2, Psycho 1, and the Psycho Midget, dealing 2d4 + 3 damage to each and unequipping her other Chain Lightning spell. Loadout: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pCAy5IhIlhOun1CcI0nbtNohTV_eJTCfe4XTSp9pA6M/edit?usp=sharing
  6. "I am Lexiel. Formerly of the Boros and Izzet guilds, and current Strike Commander of Overwatch," Lexiel offers. Her story would have to come out some time, and some of the team already knew it, but... Even if it was painful to tell, every time made it a bit easier. "I was born human on Ravnica, an ancient city encompassing every part of the world it rests upon. I was orphaned, I know not by what, and taken in by an old Nivmagus of the Izzet guild, arcane scientists and keepers of the city's public works. However, one of his experiments ended in disaster, and instead of dying in the collapsing laboratory, my Spark ignited, sending me hurling through the Blind Eternities. I fell in with an... undesirable group, and sold my skills wherever among the worlds they would be best compensated with gold. "Until I found myself on the war-torn world of Alara, recently restored from the effects of a cataclysm that had torn it into five shards. In the Bant region, I happened upon a school being beset upon by a demon, and his army of undead. For all that I was not at that time what I would call a good person, I found I could not stand by. And as it so happens, those who die in Bant in defense of the innocent, having not committed crimes or heinous actions on that plane, are transformed instead. They... We become angels, or should our magical potential be great enough as mine was, archangels. Beings of elemental law and order to safeguard the defenseless for all time. But, as the magic could not see what I had done elsewhere, the transformation was flawed. Or perhaps it was not the magic that was flawed, but myself. My magic carries concepts unrelated and even antithetical to the mana of law and order; chaos, passion, creativity, and a thirst for knowledge and understanding. It did not always get along with the new infusion of power. "The conflict between who I had been and who the magic shaping my new form believed me to be was... unpleasant, but thanks to the efforts of Feather, former guildmaster of the Boros police guild on my home plane, my old friend Marisa, an expert in magical contracts and laws, and the philosopher-sage Zenyatta I have found a balance of sorts. I've battled for the fates of a dozen worlds, rarely with success, and taken part in countless police actions. This fight against the Trespassers has been by far the most important yet, and thankfully, the most successful."
  7. With a satisfying 'clunk', Iowa's crew slams the heavy breech-blocks home, and her main battery swings around again, ponderously elevating to target the hovering Trick. A fairy climbs out from her hat, shouting coordinates as the gunners deep in the turrets take aim with hand cranks and steam-powered mechanisms. "Range locked, distance locked, all guns ready... FIRE!" With a stunning, thundering report, thick, white smoke billows out from Iowa's heavy guns as three rounds crater the ground well behind Trick... And the fourth slams directly into the creature, penetrating deeply before converting the possessed monster into a fine, red mist with an enormous explosion. "Hah! Take that you savage!" Iowa shouts after Trick, "Who attacks people by licking? Gross!"
  8. "THERE IS A MECHANISM IN THE WALLS. DOOM'S CURRENT EQUIPMENT CANNOT ACCESS IT WITHOUT CAUSING UNACCEPTABLE DAMAGE TO THE STRUCTURE. DOOM COULD RETURN WITH MORE SUITABLE TOOLS, BUT BY THEN THE MASK MAY HAVE BEEN TAKEN BY A THIRD PARTY. THE TRIGGER ITSELF IS HIDDEN UNDER A PLATE OF MATERIAL THAT VEXINGLY RESISTS DOOM'S SCANS," The armored man indicates a certain section of the wall, "THE TRIGGER SHOULD BE HERE, ASSUMING AN INTELLIGENT CONSTRUCTION METHOD, BUT WITHOUT A BETTER IDEA OF HOW IT FUNCTIONS, DIRECT ACTION COULD BE DISASTROUS. DOOM WOULD SURVIVE A COLLAPSE, OF COURSE, BUT THE MASK MIGHT NOT." Meanwhile, Hiroki (17 v 18 fail) and Cicivexa (35 v natural 1 success!) examine the carvings. Hiroki can't make heads or tails of any of it beyond that there's definitely carvings of matoran and something bigger but still humanoid being depicted. Cicivexa can't read the writings either, but it occurs to him to ask Halhi and Nuparu if they can. Nuparu has no idea how to read it either, but Halhi recognizes some of the symbols. It looks like a very old version of the matoran language, which it seems being transported here taught all of you how to speak but not how to read. After putting their heads together, Halhi and Cicivexa think they've figured it out. They're pretty sure that the left plinth carries the Kanohi Calix, and is trapped. While the right one carries the Kanohi Akaku, and has the Toa Stone concealed in a compartment within.
  9. As events in Brockton Bay come to a close, Harry, Sha'tith, and Stretch happen to be close to each other when a letter materializes amongst them, hovering in midair until Stretch curiously grabs it and opens it. "Greetings, Sha'Tith, Harry, and Stretch. You may not have heard of me, but I have heard of you. I am Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme of Earth 42. I recently contacted your group about assisting me in resolving certain issues with a rogue sorcerer. However, events have progressed beyond the scope of my original predictions and... It is not unlikely that they will need a bit more firepower, and significant medical attention, before the end. If you wish to assist, I have provided transportation." A ring of sparks appears, hovering in the air before them. And on the other side, a clean if slightly battered stall that Harry would recognize as a mall changing room. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ahhhh!" Necromaster makes some strange gestures and an animated skeleton appears out of nowhere before him. Dyno mulches the skeleton, but it gives Necromaster enough time to run for it and climb up onto a nearby stage. "Er, (huff puff), heroes! I, Necromaster, will not fall for your cheap tricks! You will bow before my mancy of Necromastery! Er, mastery of necromancy!" Initiative: Status:
  10. "Ah, I love places like this. You can just feel the ambiance!" Alexandria saunters up to the bar, bulldozing through the strange looks she attracts with cheerful confidence, "So many interesting people come through. And the stories they can tell... Ah, barkeep! A double measure of your foulest rot-gut, if you please! Do not concern yourself with holding back! I assure you I will not be harmed."
  11. "Well, this place is spooky as all get out," Vitor materializes his spear just in case, and gives the bars an experimental kick, "Looks like the decay might make it harder to move around than the actual design. How are we gonna get out if the stairs have rotted? And I don't trust that chain to hold our weight. I suppose we could try to build new stairs, but that's not gonna be fast or quiet."
  12. "Do we have any flashbangs? Or something else that might disrupt whoever's on the other side of the door without doing structural damage?" Lexiel scratches at her chin, casting a concerned glance over the group, "Even in the best case scenario, clearing a house room by room is a dangerous pain in the rear, and a demon infestation is far from the ideal circumstances. We'll definitely want some way to disrupt the aim of anyone who might be waiting to ambush us as we enter rooms, even if it doesn't last very long."
  13. "Knock knock void-suckers! Are you ready for ALL THE LIGHTNINGS?" For her first action, Zoe uses Chain Lightning, dealing 2d4 + 3 electric damage to psycho 1, psycho 2, and the psycho midget. "And now for my ultimate unbeatable secret technique learned from the ancient Saotome masters! Later noobs." Then for her second action, she uses NOPE, banishing herself until her next action. As a slot was freed up, Zoe equips her sword as a free action. Loadout: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1pCAy5IhIlhOun1CcI0nbtNohTV_eJTCfe4XTSp9pA6M/edit?usp=sharing
  14. 1 round until Iowa's main battery reloads with AP... For lack of anything better she can think of to do, Iowa sends down orders to her gunnery crews, and barrages Trick's Draining Tongue with her 8 Inch Guns, landing 3d4 hits of 5 damage apiece! That thing's just nasty, and impolite to boot. 8 Inch Guns will go on cooldown for 1 round.
  15. Zoe pulls the assault rifles out and with some frenzied tinkering and sorcery, manages to combine the two mostly non-functional guns into a single actually working gun. For a certain value of working. Slinging her new acquisition over her shoulder she wanders over towards the door with the others. Noticing that it is blocked, she decides to test her new gun by attempting to blast the door down, either with the bullets or the grenade mode.
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