Hal Henderics

"I've got the ability to pick out decisive answers from the smallest bits of information, like Sherlock Holmes on Adderall." "It's strong enough that I can cold read people to fake mind reading." She says simply.

"Call me Tattletale" She responds to Calvera. "The key that explains Brockton Bay's Crime Scene is avoiding making waves. None of the Gangs are pressured very hard, because it could cause collateral damage, and force the other gangs into motion." "As for S-Class Threats, Bonesaw is the crazed Biotinker of the Slaughterhouse 9. Her power lets her do impossible things with living and dead biological material, Viruses, Plagues, and Frankenstein Monsters are all within her capabilities." She takes some time to explain a bit more, some things Harry knew, some things he didn't. He gains 1 Int as a result.

Tattletale follows, and explains. "I can explain, but I'd rather do it from deep space, or wherever, He's got a finger in every pie Harry."

Before Long, A large box on small balloon drops down near Harry, it contains a generous amount of medical supplies. At the same time, A Drone takes his money as a result. In response to Harry's Question, Tattletale gestures a hand across her throat, this isn't something to be discussed in a place where prying ears even have a chance of existing. She did so before the word 'Coil' even escaped his mouth.

"It'll cost $1938.55, considering you probably need it by the end of today, right?" Dragon responds after exactly 3 seconds of wait time. "Anyway, I did notice you working with them. You know I'll have to report this, right?" "Either way, I'm sure the goodwill you have earned here should smooth that over."

"Yeah. Those are the terms. We'd be willing to give the same dignity we give to anyone else, Blur out faces, cut out certain clips. It's entertainment, not journalism. We don't necessarily need everything." "That bus is worth more than any money you could get out of your own footage. I'd like to think it more than covers any cut you are expecting, considering we are still the ones doing all of the editing, recording, and advertising." "We are trading two things that are worthless outside of each other's hands. A Trans-dimentional vehicle worth potentially millions that nobody in Earth Bet can use, in return for Footage that you couldn't make profit on where you are going without us putting it to good use." "If you can find another one, it's either wrapped up in enough red tape to occupy you for years, or costs more money than most millionaires would wince at." Uber says, his body language brokering no weakness. "That being said, your candid footage is only worth so much. If some of you were willing to come in occasionally for a Q&A with the fans, or even a guest appearance on our show, provided you get enough hype for that, we'd be more than happy to compensate you for those appearances." By now, L33t has returned, wiping grease from his brow, and giving Uber a Thumbs up. "She's fixed and fueled, ready to go off road whenever." L33t Spots Frigus doing his thing. "Uhh, are we going to have to worry about Heartless? Keyblade wielders attract those things, don't they?" -- Soma decides to reach out and grasp at the rainbow beam with her power, later, she would be found giggling and sparkling, spinning in circles in a manner her normally sound-of-mind behavior does not reflect. "Shiny!"

"We'll be editing any footage that we get, obviously we only want to show off the good stuff, and possibly the funny stuff." "Well, if we are going to take the time to give you access to our assistance, I'd like to think we are worth an additional fee, it isn't like you will need every interesting thing you find, and any props for our vids would of course be appreciated." "The bus is made out of what L33t calls "Monomolecular Hydroaluminum." Anything that would damage it would have already killed you and people within 3 city blocks." "I think he explained it as being one single fused piece of metal."

"I wouldn't mess with this one too much, it's your ride." "L33t said he was going to rewire the active camo, painting it would fuck that, apparently." Speaking of said devil, L33t has, by now brought several large boxes out of the van, and is now bringing some oddly shaped tools into the bus. "This was actually L33t's Second project, before we knew what the limits of his power were. He went all out on it, figured we could use dimension hopping tech to actually visit the games we covered." "Problem was, you can't just navigate the inter-worldly seafoam, we got nothing but heartache and wasted tech for our troubles, since all we could find is pitch black nothing or blinding white that we had to avoid." "You guys though, you're actually FROM other worlds, so this should work, right?" Uber says with a hopeful lilt. "We want footage, and contact. You give us the rights to any footage we take to use on our show, and maybe some other stuff in that same line, and you get to use the Schoolbus." "If you're willing to give more, we can offer more expertise, if you come across a world we know. We're pretty big gamers, after all, there's got to be worlds out there we know like the back of our hands."

A mere few hours later, a Large Bus drives in, along with a van. It's a Schoolbus. Uber and L33t step out, the first going towards the warehouse, and the other unloading the van. "Ok, we've got your ticket out of here, along with some other tech for getting it ready. We can discuss terms now." He says with utterly confidant posture.

Blasting the creature, it falls to the ground paralyzed. It's cannon fires, hitting Telsa for (Roll) Zero damage... The Cannon in the wall, under intense Scrutiny, seems to serve no purpose?

Loadout Blue Starts by Orbiting, triggering Resistance Checks against incoming attacks!

With Kusuke's Blessing of Clones, the Various Satomis make themselves known, time warping to allow her to do 5 times more work than normal. The results are almost disturbing, like watching ants pick apart a carcass. Eventually, the entire bay is left clear, before anyone else can really make themselves useful. With a healthy sweat worked up, Satomi, singular, returns. A boat full of metal floating towards the shore and beaching itself. The Bay seems, Brighter, somehow. Now just to figure out what to do with all the boats and metal and parts on the beach. Uber and Leet look stunned at the formerly meek girl making mincemeat of the boats, while Tattletale gets a funny smile at Satomi's proud posture. Or maybe it's the unexpected portal that sucked away Ren and a chunk of the area. LOOT (25) Timefucked Metal Fragments (25) Timefucked Gold Fragments (100) Dented Steel Plates (50) Assorted Boat Nonsense (20) Ruined Boats (1) Ruined Tanker MERIT All Characters in the encounter gain 8 Merit Kusuke gains +1 Merit for Outstanding Buffs Satomi gains +2 Merit for Outstanding Deepz and MVP status. Proditor gains +1 Merit for Surprising use of Telekinesis Arminius gains +1 Merit for Decisive Buffing PR Only 29 Noise Complaints were made, Good Work Team! All Characters in this plot gain +10 Merit for completing Chapter 1: Cladogenesis (World of Worm)

Early Morning Mirri Starts by cutting a massive chunk out of the Large Tanker, and hauling it to shore. (9, 6) The Sandbar takes 20% of it's health in damage as the Tanker takes 25% of it's own health. Ren Succeeds in absorbing the magic, returning the water and soil to normal. Proditor, meanwhile, is sped up by Kusuke, he doesn't exactly realize this, but does manage to lift out (16, 11) 50% of both the Southern and Northern Underwater Wreckage, bringing it to the shore. (15, 9) Harry and Eva create a blazing fire, good enough for anyone to warm their bones by. Nobody is Cold and Wet for 3 Turns. Frigus hacks at the boats, dealing 30% of the Beached Wreckage's health, and creating more precious scrap. Arminius Enters the Encounter. With Jun's assistance, Frigus manages to create another 20% in damage to the Beached Vessels. Theme Status --

Scan Results Tesla's Scan completes, with adequate results. It seems to be a well crafted machine, whose only purpose is to have a cannon on top of it, and act like an Aptonoth, some kind of herbivorous animal.

F1-1 The Door opens, and then the top of the door promptly pops, firing a flat bullet into the ceiling, where the full metal Jacket embeds itself. Inside, A wide open room seems to beacon. It is made from shiny metal tiles, shaped like hexagons. Only one path forward exists, it too is shaped like a Bullet. In the room, (15, 2) A robot of some kind seems to be grazing, slowly attempting to pull a tile out of the floor with it's teeth. It is quadrupedal, and has a Brain in a jar as it's primary source of thinking. It has two humps on it's back, like that of a camel, only these are cubic, and packed with Ammunition and Turrets instead of water for a long journey. While it is benign, it's armaments seem touchy at best, turning rapidly, and shakily as it moves. Also in the room is a bench with some pliers and vice grips on it, off to the right side. To the left, a Large Cannon juts from the wall, pretending it isn't an oddity. It is arranged in such a way that it points towards the CAM16L. The room is faintly lit with some rusty, but glowing metal plates that are riveted to the walls in odd places.

As an Orc, a Robot, and a lady IN a Robot fire high capacity weaponry into the Ammunition Manufacturing room, something happens, a flash of bright light that sends everyone sprawling back onto the ground, Even Alexandria is sent flying like a child wearing cardboard from the gravity waves. A horrible noise erupts from the room as reality itself collapses like a glass floor, the room twists, and a naked black hole begins stretching light towards itself like a greedy hand, grasping at all warmth and light, before exploding violently, sending colorful everythingness across the walls, which stretch and grow, the door is ripped off it's hinges, then it grows back, then it's ripped off again, slightly differently, then it grows back again, this repeats the entire time the room is being distorted. Anyone looking inside at this point would see the mortal eye of god collapsing in on itself into neverending one-ness. Eventually, this ends, and the door slams shut. Now, it seems, the door has transformed itself into a door of a different aesthetic, one shaped like a stylized bullet, brown on top, with a copper shell below. It smells like Ozone and Sulfur, and the smell does not seem to be ceasing any time soon.

"Tesla very nearly shook the castle's foundations apart with her own energy generation." "I also can run Lensite Cables from the Reactor to feed more if needed." "The barrier itself seems to reflect a certain amount of energy impacting it as well. Once space begins to warp, it will prevent energy escaping as quickly." "Finally, I have a machine which can convert Matter into Magic arbitrarily. We can use this to produce more energy from any material we have enough of."

"Tesla, I know something far more interesting than mere mana testing." "Instead of a Barrier, it will now be an Anvil." "With the assistance of both of you, I would like to sacrifice one of our rooms to attempt to breach this barrier using a Thaumic Collapse, which involves compressing Matter, Information, and Energy into a single point until it breaches 3D space and spills out over the surrounding area, creating a dungeon of wildly altered objects and twisted space." "That warping in reality, I theorize, we could pass through to escape the barrier through another dimension." "It will require two things, A room full of distinct and unique objects, and a massive concentration of energy, magic. information and matter that collapses space." "The barrier itself will serve to protect us from the naked singularity, as the space warping of it would cause all escaping energy and matter to simply be driven deeper into the singularity, or into the indestructible barrier that has been twisted around it." Mar finishes, breathing after his explanation. "I can jump start the reaction using Galvinium Silicate, but Tesla's Incredible energy output will be needed to sustain and grow it to a stable size, and you, Alexandria, may be useful in helping us predict the results and manage the energy."

Early Morning Eva uses two Ball Shots (Wave) to heal Ador and Frigus for 1d4+DEX[6] each. Eva begins this round by firing Ball Shots (Wave) at Ador and Frigus, healing them for (4+6=10) 10 health apiece! Proditor repeats his previous trick, lifting a boat into the air and moving it to the Beach, transferring 20% of the Southern Boats' Health to the Beached Ships. Kusuke Donates one of his turns to Proditor, allowing him to lift the last of the wreckage out of the south side. (15, 15) He manages to rewind himself a few seconds into the past, leaving the water out of his jump and resulting in a mostly dry outfit. The Southern Side of the Boat Graveyard is completely clear of boats floating around in it! Frigus attacks the Beached boats, smacking off plates of steel from them with his keyblade as he goes through a rehearsed maneuver of strikes. The Boats take 16% of their health in damage! Satomi uses her Structural Disassembly ability on the Northern Ships, swimming out there with her pure unadulterated human gumption. (10, 2) The Boats immediately take 40% of their health in damage as she piles plate after plate on the shore. Theme Status -- "Yeah! I'm game. After this, We'll bring over a truck with some of my kit on it, and we can hash out the details. I definitely think we should get some footage for our stream, just think of it Uber, we'd shoot up to the top of Youtube with real footage from other worlds!" L33t says, as Uber slowly comes around to the idea. Activating his Blue Lightsaber, Uber leaps over to the boats, and joins in the encounter, while L33t pushes buttons that make holographic storm troopers begin to appear. He's typing something on a console. <"Stream delayed for now, but don't worry folks, we've got BIG things in the works, we don't normally upload other people's let's-plays, but I think you guys will enjoy our next video when it comes out ; ) -L33t">

"You are right to respect yourself. You are, after all, the one at the helm of your actions, the seat of your Will." Mar pauses, before shrugging. "I suspected we would not be able to escape it so easily, in truth. The ones outside need us and this place to give them a ride off world. They'll be back." "As for what we do next, it's simple. We shall treat this as an opportunity to exploit. Sitting before us is a perfect surface which resists harm, I presume there is one below us as well." "A barrier this large and powerful, sitting right within our grasp, where we can do as we please with it. There's an old poem that speaks of this." "Our enemies leave us arrows, (poor as they are), they give gifts, worn blades, bones." Demonstrating, Mar synthesizes a pile of silicon dust, and throws it at the barrier in a blob of mana. "The reflected mana should carry a pattern from the barrier, which will be preserved in silicon." he says as the non-elemental mana bolt bounces off the barrier, and into the cloud of silicon dust. The result is a pile of gold letters on the ground. They spell out "MONGREL" Mar looks significantly less amused than he did when he was doing this experiment. "I will enjoy utilizing this barrier for purposes it's creator never intended."

"They're denying water to those that require it? Vile!" Blue shouts, snapping to attention. "Where is this water pipe? Is it being repaired?" Blue asks in rapid succession.

"You were angry. There is no further explanation needed. I and those like me treat anger differently than humans. Whether it's as trivial as stubbing your toe, or as soul-wrenching as grief, anger should be respected by one's peers." "You should respect your anger as well, if it brought you to acting like that." Mar says, stumbling back to his feet. His back aches, but crossing an arm behind his back helps support it as he pulls out his glaive to use as a walking stick, his hand gripping the large stone sphere sheathing it's deadly and invisible blade.

"I've fallen, and I can't get up!" Mar shouts to Tesla, now that she's finished her temper tantrum.

"That would say something about Parahumans in general. Hmm. Have you tested any others like that?" L33t Says, taking the statement in stride. It isn't like he can get more excited. Uber, meanwhile, is startled, and then thoughtful

Blown back from around the corner by the sheer wind of the assault, Mar is thrown to the ground painfully on his back. He grits his teeth however, and begins trying to lift himself to his feet. Old age hasn't treated him as well as he wishes, and his memory of more vigor and youth unfortunately chooses to come back in times like this. He eventually gives up, waiting on the ground to recover his energy so he can stand once more as the roaring shots of Tesla's assault assault the ears of anyone in earshot.