Hal Henderics

Blue lands on the ground, and immediately begins rushing away, Running!

Blue lashes a rubber band out at Roadhog, attempting to steal a small item off his person!

Proditor would find his way to the Boat Graveyard, a den of decay, once the symbol of Brockton Bay's Prosperity, now it remains a symbol, one of it's slow descent into the grave. A lot of the boats seem to be quite far out, and a large tanker vessel blocks the mouth of the bay, preventing any entry from sea. It's quiet, only a few psychic signals from fishermen and homeless dot the water before him. -- "They aren't in any danger. Between their personal circumstances, Coil has nothing to gain by ostracizing them or threatening them, and everything to lose in resources doing so. If they want to abandon their home to come on a jaunt across exotic worlds, that's their prerogative." She says, after a moment of pensive thought. "Nah." Her other friend says, dismissing the notion. "No." The burly girl says. The last one, the one that was so shocked previously, thinks for a moment, before clearly and crisply shaking his head. She looks torn, but puts no serious contemplation towards the alternative when asked about the money issue by Harry. "I'll pay my way aboard, if that's what you're asking." "As for someone who can help you. I know a couple of people, unless you can convince Armsmaster, of course." A very short pause. "You got off on pretty good terms with him, as far as I can tell."

"The conclusion I've arrived to is a pretty simple one. You all are trying to make Earth Bet a better place, but it has nothing to do with any of you living here, because you don't. Aside from Soma over there. You are currently looking for a way off world, with the implicit knowledge that you can find it, despite public records indicating that the only contact with another world is through Dr. Haywire's breach to Earth Aleph." "Oh, and you plan to do the same to other worlds, to prepare them for a threat of some kind?" "Honestly, your powersets, mannerisms and technology make it obvious." She takes note of Harry's comment, shaking her head lightly. "Like I said, I was on a time crunch, if I waited too long, Coil would discover my plan, if I told the gang, his thinker ability might have let him know even earlier, and telling them would have done nothing anyway." -- Team 4: tfw V& (Lilly, Satomi, Lucine) -- Nodding, a compartment on it's side opens up, extruding a suitcase, which is dropped on the ground. "Two thousand, you can count it if you like." Looking at the message, Dragon looks at the dragon. "Hello there." she says warmly.

-- Team ?6? Junk Food to Think By -- "Oh it's simple, I'd like you to escort me out of Earth Bet. In return, I'll offer my services in gathering information." "You see, I'm psychic, and I can tell you without a doubt that if you say no to this offer, I'll disappear in a few days, and if I'm lucky, my dead body will be found shortly after that." Putting her hands into a finger pyramid, her tone brokers no disagreement. "What?!" One of her friends shouts, getting up from the table. "What is this, Tattletale?" She just shrugs with a smile that, while completely self assured and smug, doesn't hold any feelings normally associated with smiles. "A man named Coil gave me the choice of a 2500$ Retainer, and a place on the Undersiders, or a Transoccipital Lead Implant and a warm bodybag on the side of an unmarked private road. I'm not exactly in possession of the strongest moral obligations, but you understand how a decision like that would lead a girl to a life of crime." "His thinker ability prevents me from making any plans of escape, since he somehow knows them in advance. When I saw you all, I managed to put two and two together." "And I'm very good at putting two and two together..." She pauses, looking at Harry's face for a moment, looking for something. "Harry." Her friend, a tall African American fellow, looks stunned. Her other two companions however, look unimpressed.

-- Team 4: tfw V& (Lilly, Satomi, Lucine) -- "I was with Armsmaster via telepresence earlier today. I'm here to give you your payment for the universal tinker bounty for criminal works?" "Knowing what I do now, I'm willing to offer a sum of Two Thousand Dolllars in cash, on behalf of the Protectorate." The machine says. -- ProditorQuest V1: Psychic Shenanagans -- Clearing his mind in an empty street, he reaches out, trying to see where these psychic connections lead to. (6, 12) Poking at one of the psychic connections more deeply, a knife bursts from his right arm as he catches a glimpse of something immense and simplistic, like the mind of a dog, whose size eclipses cities, countries, even. This result breaks his concentration. That one was connected to the man at the pit fighting ring. -- Team 2: Bar-room Blitz ( Calvera & Arminius (& Fingers) ) -- ~Theme~ The Mercenary, trying to avoid getting bashed by the Angry Goblin crawling over the table, fails to notice Calvera opting to set the bar on fire, flinging a massive ball of burning plasma at the table. Everyone who was previously running in panic panic even harder, including the Mercenary, who by now has ran out the door. It seems Calvera has ruined what would have been a perfectly good fight with the magic of arson. It may be time to leave, as the ABB Thugs who were previously neutral to your plight are now less neutral. -- Team ?6? Junk Food to Think By -- The lady who was formerly smug now looks apprehensive at their responses. Maybe this was a bad idea. "Well, before anything else, I'd like to thank you, if it weren't for you and our mutual friend, the Bug Girl, Me and my friends would likely have been crispy." She slides a lunchbox over to the party, some Superhero looking person is printed on it. It looks to be a collector's item. "And this is how people like us say Thanks." She says. Opening the box, the party would find a large amount of cash in large bills, packed into the small lunchbox in neat packs. Probably around 7 Grand. "Along with that, I've got a proposition for you all, if you'd hear it. The money is yours either way, but I would like you to consider what I'd like to say" Her friends look confused. This is off-script.

-- Team 1: Against the Dark ( Mirri & Frigus ) -- (4, 20) Striking the shadow with force lightning immediately blasts it into nothing, but as it does so, Mirri feels a cold chill grip her chest, where normally a blank heat would have coated her thoughts with rage. It seems in an effort to prevent it's escape with the passionate lightning, she left herself vulnerable in a different way. The Chill remains, even after that, an unpleasant buzzing in the background. As a result, she obtains- The colorful substance left behind congeals into a pile of Munny, which flies towards Frigus's pouch, practically forcing it's way in. There are also Three items, A Lucid Shard, a Power Shard, and a- -- Team ?6? Junk Food to Think By -- "We can talk about it more in depth later, but if there really is a mind reader in there, My power turns anything made with animal or plant products into abominations, and I'm a former neo-nazi. We can talk about those later. I'm only telling you now so they don't use it to try and turn negotiations against me." Soma says in a plain uncaring tone, like someone talking about the weather. When the gang enters the establishment, they would smell grease. That is most definitely the smell of the day at this diner. It's a quiet time of day, but one large group are all seated around a table. The minute the party enters, one among them locks eyes with the group. A young teenaged girl with eyes that radiate confidence of the worst kind, smug confidence. She knows you know they are the ones to call you here, and she knows you know she knows that. That much is certain, though recursing further might not be useful for anyone involved. -- Team 4: tfw V& (Lilly, Satomi, Lucine) -- "We'll keep that in mind" the commander says as the last of it is hauled off. "Again, Thank you all for your help keeping this stuff off the streets. You've done a lot of good people a favor, judging from what this might have been used for up in New York." About an hour after that, A gleaming dragon made from metal arrives on wings of fire, as far as Lucille can tell. That's certainly what this entity has made itself out to look like. It stands about the size of a horse, and upon plopping down, immediately begins speaking. "Hello again Lucille. Nice to see you." It says in Dragon's voice. "[Agreement]" it confirms, Wandering nearby.

"How delightful, it combines my least favorite thing with my most favorite, Fire and Explosives, a naughty affair between war crimes and war fun." Dackly hefts up the crackpot, before handing it off to Friedhold. "It needs fuel, and I am running out of such a thing rather quickly. My alchemical Crackpot can be fueled with anything of your choosing, provided you have a source of energy to power it, just dump the grenades in with something healing, and pour it out on the ground." "It's Conceptual Magic, so don't overthink it, and have fun." She says, getting back to carving through metal chunks with her fingernails, and shaping them like clay.

-- Team ?6? Junk Food to Think By -- Leaving the area, Kusuke hears some last snide remark from the woman, before leaving at last. Out in the alley, he has gained money, but perhaps lost face. Having a place to go, he begins his rapid journey to where he needs to be. (16, 4) Being who he is, he obviously makes it to the restaurant long before anyone else who planned on being at the meeting, standing awkwardly in the parking lot. Eventually, Harry and two other women in plain clothes arrive.

"They erupted into a mass of dead plant matter, colored bright yellow and purple, and covered in a strange powder. It was dead, I know, but no less horrific." "It smelled like chemicals as well. I ended up burning the warehouse down to prevent anything else happening." She looks haunted. "I don't think I'll ever forget the sight, honestly, and I'd hate to relive the experience." Still too out of it to think about the matter, she shrugs, and Extrapolates the Canvas Bag. (8, 14) The Canvas bag becomes a small forest of rotting tubes of plant matter. Soma hasn't noticed, nobody tell her. -- Team 2: Bar-room Blitz ( Calvera & Arminius (& Fingers) ) -- ~Theme~ The Mercenary Shoots his shotgun, Peppering everyone for (1d6+Dex=5+4=9) 9 Damage! (11, 11) Arminius is peppered with it as well as can be expected, taking 1 less damage (4, 16) Fingers isn't so lucky, taking the full damage. (1, 7) Calvera is treated much the same, taking full damage. Arminius Leaps behind cover, reducing ranged damage drastically! A bit slow to the draw, but his heart is in the right place. Fingers, meanwhile, rushes the Man's cover, doubling her damage next turn as she corners him! The ABB Thugs all leap behind their own cover, in a much saner move. Calvera takes cover behind the bar, tumbling expensive booze to the ground. The thugs shout at her for wasting good liquor with a flashy jump over it. The Mercenary Backs up from the Goblin trying to make him a formerly healthy individual. Status Initiative -- Team 4: tfw V& (Lilly, Satomi, Lucine) -- ~Theme~ "Oh, sorry M'am, you're the one in charge?" he says, turning to Lucille tactfully, as though he didn't just make a fairly major faux pax. "You heard the lady, move out and get that stuff out of here, use whatever caution she tells you to for god's sake." He looks a bit tired for it being the middle of the day. The Plant simply replies "[Disagreement]" to Lilly's probing, not having preferences or desires beyond aimlessly wandering around. It seems Biological weapons grown wholesale from spores don't tend towards wild ideas like that.

Soma looks around. "The more complex an object is, the more unpredictably my power reacts to it. something like a phone might become a supercomputer, but since it's been grown past modern wireless signals and language, it's hard to use, a Gun might grow larger and longer, until it's closer to a cannon." "My power cannot affect living organic things." she says, Harry, being a doctor himself, might immediately notice the distinction. "I try my best to avoid accidentally using my power on things derived from plant or animal products, especially if they still have definite biological structures, as the results can be shocking. I learned that when I tried to extrapolate printed Stock Exchanges, Thought it might be an interesting experiment."

-- Team 1: Against the Dark ( Mirri & Frigus ) -- (4, 5) ~Theme~ Actions taken Frigus quickly flips his weapon out, using Blizzard to blast all three of the heartless with magical ice, dealing (6+4+6=16) 16 Damage to each! Their Initiative is reduced by 2! Mirri then slashes the Soldier with her Lightsaber, dealing (1+2+5) 8 Damage! The soldier, sliced in half, bursts into black smoke, releasing a torrent of colorful and strange energies and matters. Frigus activates his Barrier, reducing incoming damage by 50%! Finally, he attacks the Second Shadow, dealing (5+1+6) 12 Damage, and exploding it into a glowing red heart, which floats up into the ether, and the shadowy smoke clears to reveal more strange colorful substances. The last remaining foe Seeps into the shadow, rendering it immune to nearly all conventional attacks. it skitters around on the ground as immaterial as a real shadow. Status Initiative -- Team 3: Criminals Against Fashion (Somatotrope, Harry, & Jun) -- ~Theme~ Jun would find that his clothing fits, but not as well as she would like. The katana, however, that fits rather nicely. Harry's new pants are all a bit too large, but then, that's why he got the belt. The remainder of the clothing fits more or less perfectly. Soma, having been wearing normal clothing under her armor, simply dismisses the tinfoil in the changing room, leaving her in Blue Jeans, a bright red Sweatervest, and a Belt with several pouches attached. She shoves a wad of tinfoil into one of those pouches, and that's that. She also finds a Knife, it's a rather poor example of rust, bluntness, and worn away design patterns, for 6 dollars at that. Walking to Harry, Soma looks at the book he put back. "Ancient Magic Lore" "Probably bunk, but it could be useful, We've got real magic users in the party, apparently, Harry." -- Team 5: Nazi Sympathy -- ~Theme~ "Sure thing slant. Why don't you go ahead and get the hell out of here before Hookwolf wants to talk." She says, referencing his earlier assertion of only wanting to talk. How rude. The guy behind her looks even more nervous, glancing between the two in front of him.

"Well, what is it?" Dackly asks, after a few moments of Friedhold not explaining anything. She looks intrigued.

Before Leaving, Soma makes sure that she gives Satomi a Phone. "Bear with me here, see this button here? If the phone starts making a loud noise, press the button and put it up to your ear, it's for communication." she explains. "As long as you don't take it apart, I think it should be safe for you to fiddle with it."

-- Team 3: Criminals Against Fashion (Somatotrope, Harry, & Jun) -- ~Theme~ After their business is concluded, the Trio head to the nearest clothing store, a Goodwill stocked with mundane, cheap, and most importantly, Very Cheap clothing. The Receptionist looks done, as she fails to react to the Two Armored People walking in with what appears to be a soldier. "Good afternoon." she says blandly, like toast with a spread of paste. Paste which has not even been given the literary flavor of a title, such as potato paste, or perhaps gruel. -- Team 4: tfw V& (Lilly, Satomi, Lucine) -- ~Theme~ Eventually, after everyone else has left, a few subtle vans park in front of Mirri's Starship, which is still there. A squad of PRT troopers come out of one, and a commander comes out with them. "How do you do M'am. Commander Jason here, I was informed you'd be turning over some Illegal Tinkertech?" The Commander says politely to Lilly, before being interrupted by a glare from the small blind teenager next to her. Lucile might not be pleased, certainly, at her being mistaken for some kind of responsible authority. "[Agreement]" it says to Lilly, before retracting that as she tries to bury it alive, it is most certainly NOT in agreement with being entombed in soil. -- Team 5: Nazi Sympathy -- ~Theme~ "Uhh, Yeah, sure." the guy says to Kusuke, before the Cape Healer from before gets in his face. "You don't harass people just because they owe you money. You can back off my patients or get out, Champ." she says derisively to him. Arms crossed, the cape seems the picture of skilled intimidation. (10, 9) She knows. And She knows that Kusuke knows. This could be bad, obviously.

"I'll be sure to take good care of my little Edgehog." Dackly says warmly. Maybe he would like to meet his vaguely arbitrary brother Trash Spider, she thinks. "My last words on the matter are ones I think fit this situation. Life is, before anything else, before even a single other word could be used to describe it, Life is messy. It's so very, very messy." she says, with the closest thing to a sage tone she has managed since that time she was smoking sage. Sage isn't even a drug, she realized, years later in therapy.

Dackly cuts herself as she reworks the magical recipe, her hand leaking clear blood, she clenches the fist after dumping the pile of dirty razors into the pot, only laughing louder and louder. The Cauldron erupts in swirling bands of green, gold, and brown, spiraling into the sky in a single beam as concepts cascade into reality. The result, when poured onto the ground, is a single adorable Hedgehog. It seems to be nearly a perfect example of false life, aside from it's spines being deadly sharp razor blades. It is roughly the size of a large dog, and seems amicable enough. "Not my best work, but it's hard to beat a spider made out of sculptures of garbage that leaks foul smelling toxic acid forever." She says, shrugging, and tosses a small plastic bottle of "Urth B Gon", a crudely labled bottle of green liquid, which she had demonstrated earlier to turn Dirt into compressed razor blades, removing massive swaths of it in the process, at Gozer, who catches it gingerly. "I am not comfortable with that creature, nor this bottle of Earth Eradicating Acid." "Oh get some stones Gozy, it only melts dirt." she responds, dismissing his concerns. "Now come to mama little guy, come to mama while also remaining within a safe distance" she coos, as the Hedgehog begins waddling towards her, heedless of her warnings. She is forced eventually to leap atop Gozer, her cut hand making a faint imprint on his hide as she drags herself atop him swiftly to escape it's love. "Maybe too much life, this little guy seems happy to run me down for my last hug." she pants.

-- Team 1: Against the Dark ( Mirri & Frigus ) -- (4, 5) ~Theme~ Wandering around alone, Frigus's strong heart finally draws out enemies, seeking to capitalize on the Keyblader's supposed weakness. Mirri and Frigus encounter a Soldier, and 2 Shadows, they seem to have adjusted to this world, their aesthetic forms altered to wearing Black Bandannas around their mouths, the Soldier seems to be wearing body armor, and a scarf tied around it's arm bears the heartless emblem. Upon seeing the party, the Soldier sways, as if dancing, while the shadows simply lock eyes with them, twitching in relentless anxiety. It is then that they march forward. Strange noises erupt from them as they do so, as though a ruptured gas canister began to chitter like a bug. Status Initiative -- -- Team 2: Bar-room Blitz ( Calvera & Arminius (& Fingers) ) -- (19, 16) Calvera starts the fight off right, firing a streak of fire towards the gangbanger, who leaps to the ground as the entire bar erupts into screams and running. He is caught by the blast already, taking some minor damage! Someone is thrown into a jukebox by the scrambling crowd, turning it on. The song is catchy, though not as fitting as possible... "I didn't come here for some glowy bitch! But if you want a faceful of buckshot, then I'm your man!" ~Theme~ He kicks up a table that a couple was once sitting at, sending them both to the ground in a panic and using it for cover. The Barkeep by this point has already ran into a backroom, though whether he is calling the police, PRT, or more likely, the ABB, is currently unknown. A few plainclothes ABB members immediately reach for their Submachineguns, making this situation all too complicated. They shout some things to each other in an undecipherable language. It seems you have roughly Five Minutes or so before SOMEONE comes in to deal with this problem, that much can be said if he's running for a phone. ((GIMMICK: Don't hit Civilians!, Time Limit, Cover, Threeway)) Status Initiative

"Very well, Let's begin. We have to say something dramatic, or the magic doesn't work, I swear." Dackly flips open the crackpot with a flick of her wrist, the paper-like cauldron opening like fragile origami. "Step Aside, God(s that aren't Nyx), as I upset the very balance, Of Creation!" she cackles madly, Throwing the Robot into the pot and activating it's power source with an Earthen Emerald. Gozer gives a small golf clap at her presentation.

Lilly (20, 7) Lilly Managed to put out her hand before the burns got too bad, hardly singed, in practice. -- Lucille (18, 1) (78) The Asphalt is fused with the Asphalt, resulting in a Dark Stone sitting on the ground, about the size of a manhole. Dumping the creature in the water, it simply boils it away until nothing remains but a hole in the ground. It sits there though, so there is simply a burning hole in the ground now. -- Harry Dumping water on the creature did nothing but make a cloud of steam, it seems this fire is pretty strong. "Found out the hard way? I can send the Fire Brigade." Dragon Offers. -- Proditor (20, 8) Joe Derrick, Age 29, Social Security Number, Phone Number, Birth Date, Criminal Record, Trigger Event, It's all arrayed in front of Proditor's Metaphorical self, this is even easier than he thought it would be. His power, as far as he understands it, is absorbing things, when he got stabbed, the knife disappeared. They thought it was because the other guy could make them or something. But he knows the truth. It's all he can do not to push the knife out and prove it for himself. Not here though. The psychic connection, newly formed, seems to have a similar idea. Absorb, move flesh out of the way, and an internal force field preventing anything absorbed from harming him, as long as it could fit inside all the way.

Dackly's face turns a bit more serious. "Yeah, Gems made from living things contain their souls. Breaking the gem does release the soul within, it's just the energy FROM that release that is useful, and the energy it naturally releases from simple existence. Nothing... unsavory." "Unless you meant something else?"

A Rambunctious Snake Woman is followed by a Squirrely Earth Elemental, who set up shop in the Armory. Dackly immediately sets to the task of Softening the Emeralds, Melting them together with the power of love, and then splitting the 10 she used into 20 smaller ones. In the process, she accidentally reincarnates one of the Dragon Tooth Warriors, an angry little thing that attacks her immediately, before it is picked up by Gozer. Panting, Dackly looks the unthinking automoton dead in the eye. "I haff plan for you, special plan." she comments, closing one eye to glare at him. Eventually, all 19 Emeralds are glistening with magic, due to Gozer's Ministrations. "Each of these should heal whoever has it slightly. Our healers are overwhelmed currently. This will help that." He says.

"Yup, whenever I petrify my foes, Gozer can turn those statues into Emeralds, which contain pure unadulterated Life Force! It's handy as all get out, and I can use them to enhance nearly anything, whether it's magical, physical, or what have you." "They are the Crystalized Essence of the things she petrifies. By shattering them, that essence is released, resulting in an incredible power output. However, these gems can be used indefinitely by drawing on them in smaller amounts." Dackly gestures for him to follow. "While Aurora makes her fancy bling, I plan to do the same, but better! Feh Feh Feh!" Dackly cackles in a strange way, moving to the Armory, alongside Gozer. "We can continue our previous work with you." Gozer says, following.

Lilly plucks the plant creature out of the glass, at which point it catches ablaze, spewing liquid fire and flaming itself, Lilly takes (1d10+5=14) 14 damage from the flames, and more on the way from the liquid fire still attached to their hand. (8, 11) The little plant creature is dropped on the ground unceremoniously, and with no other impetus, begins wandering around, leaving a trail of molten asphalt roughly the size of a person's fist. Lilly's Hand is now on fire. -- Prodditor, using kusuke's eyes and his own abilities, would see that stabbed-nazi is indeed the new parahuman.

"[Agreement]" it says, with something akin to anticipation coloring it's "tone". -- Kusuke would find Othalia granting the guy Kusuke just beat up some regeneration. The one she healed before is laying on a bench nearby, the Burly fellow who got stabbed. His eyes are open, and he's figiting a bit. -- "Absolutely, See you then, Harry." She responds.