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  1. 7:31:02 PM <~Teller|GM> With no clock and no natural light, Chris only has two real measures of the passage of time in her cell: how much she sleeps, and how often she's given food. Two meals and three sleeps of indeterminate length after her talk with DeWitt, she wakes to the noise of her cell door being opened.
  2. 7:31:02 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt is on the other side of it, slouched over. She looks different yet again. She's dressed in ripped jeans, muddy work boots, and an oversized black t-shirt with a skull on it. Her hair is longer, matted, and what little Chris can see of her face beneath it is smudged with dirt.
  3. 7:31:02 PM <~Teller|GM> "You ready?" she asks. Her voice is quiet and low. ||
  4. 7:32:00 PM → iridium248 joined (iridium248@net-lfq.6kk.156.175.IP)
  5. 7:34:28 PM <Maz|Fireback> A few smart-ass replies pass through Chris' mind as she picks herself up. She discards them fairly quickly... she's not in the best of moods anyway. "I guess. For what?"||
  6. 7:34:56 PM FaustAndAbout → Faustus
  7. 7:40:20 PM <~Teller|GM> "What do you think? Your community service," DeWitt mumbles. She throws a pair of laceless sneakers to her; they're the same drab gray as her sweatpants and t-shirt. ||
  8. 7:42:22 PM <Maz|Fireback> Oh, right. That thing. Feh.
  9. 7:45:48 PM ⇐ iridium248 quit (iridium248@net-lfq.6kk.156.175.IP) Quit: http://www.kiwiirc.com/ - A hand crafted IRC client
  10. 7:48:36 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris takes the sneakers, and puts them on, stimping on the ground a couple of times. The solidity feels fine, but there's always that weird feeling of using shoes that you have never used before...
  11. 7:48:47 PM <Maz|Fireback> "... so... what is it?"||
  12. 7:54:40 PM <~Teller|GM> "Fight with the Protectorate, I guess," DeWitt responds, gesturing for Chris walk ahead of her as she moves towards the stairs that lead out of the basement. "I won't be around for it." ||
  13. 7:59:08 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris... blinks, slowly, even as she follows. "... A fight with... that's... that's the community service?"||
  14. 8:01:38 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt shoots her a sideways glance, one eye squinted as if she's not sure why she's asking. Finally she says, "Yeah." ||
  15. 8:06:07 PM <Maz|Fireback> There were things she was not... entirely expecting. This was one of them.
  16. 8:06:19 PM <Maz|Fireback> "... Alright. I'm down."||
  17. 8:08:03 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Social roll, please.))
  18. 8:09:34 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6-1 Social
  19. 8:09:50 PM → +[ATM] (voiced) joined
  20. 8:09:55 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6-1 Social
  21. 8:09:55 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Social" [2] -1 = 1
  22. 8:15:09 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt keeps squinting at her for a few seconds, then nods and pushes open the storm door. It's dark, and it feels like one of those night where she'd wished her bedroom had air-conditioning. The sky is hidden by clouds, and it's warm and humid enough that Chris can already feel the moisture sticking to her skin.
  23. 8:15:09 PM <~Teller|GM> "We'll walk. It's not far." ||
  24. 8:18:23 PM <Maz|Fireback> Frankly, after being stuck down there for ages, the air outside feels nice. The warmth doesn't really bother her anymore. And yes, she'd rather walk after being stick in a tiny cell for ages. Frankly? For her this is looking right up.||
  25. 8:21:06 PM Faustus → FaustAndAbout
  26. 8:23:12 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt is silent as she walks hunched over next to Chris, hands stuck in her pockets and eyes on the ground. Except for when she's glancing over at her shiftily, that is.
  27. 8:23:12 PM <~Teller|GM> The neighborhood is as nice as Chris thought it seems from the backseat of the car. Fancy houses with big yards, too many rooms, and pools. Probably poolboys too. Neither she nor DeWitt look like they belong here. ||
  28. 8:23:38 PM <~Teller|GM> ((*pool boy))
  29. 8:27:47 PM <Maz|Fireback> Yeah, that's a familiar feeling again, but at least there's no people gawking at her right now... well, other than DeWitt. The hell's her deal anyway. She finally gives her an annoyed glance in return. "... What."||
  30. 8:28:54 PM <~Teller|GM> "What?" DeWitt asks. ||
  31. 8:29:26 PM <Maz|Fireback> Enlightening!
  32. 8:29:58 PM <Maz|Fireback> "You keep looking all weird at me. What?"||
  33. 8:31:25 PM Thaliaway → Thalia
  34. 8:33:15 PM <~Teller|GM> "Am I?" DeWitt mutters. She shrugs. "I don't know you. I don't like people I don't know. Makes me nervous."
  35. 8:33:15 PM <~Teller|GM> "Walk in front of me and maybe I'll stop looking at you weird." ||
  36. 8:34:37 PM <Maz|Fireback> "You are the one that knows where to go, genius."||
  37. 8:36:57 PM <~Teller|GM> "Uh-huh. 8th and Duane, Magilla," she responds. ||
  38. 8:38:51 PM <Maz|Fireback> "And I'm sure that would be really helpful if I knew where we -are-." She looks around, scowling. "... this ain't exactly a place I hang around... like... ever."
  39. 8:39:07 PM <Maz|Fireback> ||
  40. 8:41:04 PM <~Teller|GM> "Like I come here at all either..." DeWitt says, giving her another weird look. "Fine. Walk /next/ to me then." ||
  41. 8:42:05 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris makes a bi show of rolling her eyes, and falls in step next to DeWitt.||
  42. 8:55:25 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt seems to relax a very small amount after that. At least she stops looking at her funny.
  43. 8:55:25 PM <~Teller|GM> It takes about twenty minutes of walking before they arrive at their destination. It's an old looking two story building, fancy looking but in enough disrepair to have been clearly unused for some time. The large sign on the front makes her think it used to be a theater of some sort.
  44. 8:55:25 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt eyes the people passing by in front of them, then leans casually against the building's wall. She taps the brick next to her. "Fuck, forgot it was the weekend. All these people out late. Here."
  45. 8:55:25 PM <~Teller|GM> "Pretend to talk or something." ||
  46. 8:55:46 PM → CaptNameless joined (uid208854@ealing.irccloud.com)
  47. 8:55:51 PM <~Teller|GM> ((*"Look casual. Pretend to talk or something."))
  48. 8:59:47 PM → iridium248 and tubes joined
  49. 9:09:13 PM <Maz|Fireback> Talking is casual? Shit.
  50. 9:13:42 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris doesn't lean against the wall as much as she kinda slouches into a crouch against it, letting her arms rest over her knees. "... Yeah, well... not really something I do often."||
  51. 9:14:57 PM <~Teller|GM> "I said pretend," DeWitt mutters. She looks up at the building behind them. "Know anything about this place?" ||
  52. 9:38:26 PM Antioch → Antioch|GM
  53. 9:41:00 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris just glances at the sign she saw before. "Some... kind of theater, I guess?"||
  54. 9:44:38 PM tubes → tubes|Gauss
  55. 9:45:38 PM <~Teller|GM> "Historic building," DeWitt says. She keeps looking at the sidewalk instead of Chris, except to give passerbys suspicious looks that aren't all that casual. "Eighty or ninety years old. They wanted to turn it into a museum or something, but the city doesn't have the funding for it. So it's just been sitting here empty."
  56. 9:45:38 PM <~Teller|GM> "That's what they tell me, anyway." ||
  57. 9:45:48 PM ⇐ JustLurking quit (uid195947@hathersage.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  58. 9:47:43 PM <Maz|Fireback> "... So it's basically an old eyesore. Not very impressive."||
  59. 9:48:11 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Social roll, please.))
  60. 9:48:34 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6-1 Social
  61. 9:48:34 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Social" [1] -1 = 0
  62. 9:49:03 PM Lysa → Lysa|Kumiho
  63. 9:55:39 PM <~Teller|GM> They have the sidewalk to themselves for a moment. DeWitt jerks her head for Chris to follow, and ducks around the side of the building. "Doesn't look like much, but it has its perks."
  64. 9:55:39 PM <~Teller|GM> She brushes her matted hair from in front of her eyes, then drops to her knees in front of a metal door. A thin wire and a lockpick are quickly inserted to the keyhole. "They hate changing stuff on historic sites, and if they haven't been renovated recently-"
  65. 9:55:39 PM <~Teller|GM> There's a click. DeWitt rises and pushes the door open. "The security's shit. Easy to get in and out of." ||
  66. 10:25:46 PM Lysa|Kumiho → Lysa
  67. 10:27:19 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris only stares as she watches DeWitt work. Never seen that kind of stuff in action! That was...
  68. 10:27:26 PM <Maz|Fireback> "... That was pretty cool."||
  69. 10:30:36 PM → Lexicon and JustLurking joined ↔ tubes|Gauss (was tubes) nipped out
  70. 10:41:15 PM <~Teller|GM> "Simple," DeWitt repeats. The door leads to a cramped, long passage, dusty and empty. There's a red curtain that probably leads to the main theater, but DeWitt turns and starts walking the other way. She moves quietly and confidently, barely making any noise on the old floorboards. "Nobody ever comes in here, either."
  71. 10:41:15 PM <~Teller|GM> They emerge into a larger area, presumably backstage. Chris can make out a switchboard for the lights and a few scattered cardboard boxes in the darkness, but it's otherwise as empty as the passageway.
  72. 10:41:15 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt pulls open another door. She has to yank hard when it sticks a third of the way open, warped wood catching on the floor. The strong smell of mildew hits Chris' nose - there's a rotted set of wooden stairs behind the door. DeWitt climbs them without hesitation, one hand running along the cracked plaster on the wall for support. ||
  73. 10:47:31 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris follows after, although she cannot help rubbernecking at what she can see in the darkness of the theater. She glances down the stairs as DeWitt begins her climb-- and decides to follow her example. Frankly, it looks like the damned things could collapse at any second...||
  74. 10:48:23 PM ⇐ ThalAI quit (uid132942@hathersage.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  75. 10:55:32 PM <~Teller|GM> The staircase holds up beneath their weight, thankfully, though it's touch and go at some points. It feels like it goes up forever, but it finally ends at another door. This one leads to a small room packed with boxes. DeWitt scrambles over them and makes her way to a window.
  76. 10:55:32 PM <~Teller|GM> "'nother benefit," she says quietly, sliding the window open. "It's old enough the windows actually open all the way. Come on."
  77. 10:55:32 PM <~Teller|GM> She sticks her upper body out into the night for a few moments. Then, with sudden and surprising agility, she twists around and grasps something above the top of the window, then pulls herself up and out of sight. ||
  78. 10:57:05 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris.. blinks, and moves towards the window, turning around, trying to look what DeWitt grabbed on to climb up.||
  79. 11:01:41 PM <~Teller|GM> It looks like there's a thin decorative skirt just below the roof that circles the building. By the time Chris looks out the window, DeWitt is pushing off of it with one boot and pulling herself up onto the roof. She turns around and sticks her head back over the edge of the roof to peer - squint - down at her. ||
  80. 11:05:53 PM <Maz|Fireback> "... I only -chage- into one, you know!" Chris grumbles. She's confident in her physical condition, but... she tries first reaching up, to see if she can grab into the skirt with any kind of ease.||
  81. 11:08:51 PM <~Teller|GM> She can get a decent grip on the skirt, but it's hardly a ladder rung - pulling herself up to the roof will be another story. How DeWitt managed to get up there so quickly...maybe she's secretly the monkey.
  82. 11:08:51 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt sticks a hand down, a wordless offer. ||
  83. 11:13:22 PM soulpelt|GM → soulpelt|
  84. 11:15:35 PM <Maz|Fireback> There's a fierce battle on Chris' face for a moment. Pride tells her that she doesn't need the hand, but another part just claims that she just might, and that failing the climb would be impossibly more embarrasing than taking the help.
  85. 11:15:58 PM <Maz|Fireback> In the end, for once, she listens to the rational part, and she reaches up to accept said offer.||
  86. 11:16:16 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics, please.))
  87. 11:17:11 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6 Ath
  88. 11:17:11 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Ath" [2] = 2
  89. 11:17:29 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 DB
  90. 11:17:29 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DB" [1] -1 = 0
  91. 11:18:53 PM Pink|Croc → Pink, Foss|AFK → FosAsleep
  92. 11:26:44 PM <~Teller|GM> Chris pulls herself out of the window, one hand on the building's skirt, the other taking hold of DeWitt's...then her feet slide inside of the loose, unfamiliar shoes and slip off of the window sill. She finds herself swinging in the air, supported only by her grip on DeWitt's hand. DeWitt is jerked forward hard enough that she ends up halfway off the roof, nearly falling off herself.
  93. 11:26:44 PM <~Teller|GM> "Ow! Shit! Shit!" DeWitt swears. The window overlooks the back of the building, where a small asphalt lot spins dizzily below them. ||
  94. 11:33:01 PM <Maz|Fireback> Motherfuck!
  95. 11:35:11 PM <Maz|Fireback> For a few, panicked moments, Chris' legs kick at teh air, trying to find some purchase on the wall, or ANYWHERE.
  96. 11:38:32 PM <Maz|Fireback> She keeps a death grip on DeWitt's hand the whole time, reaching up to clap it with her other arm as well.||
  97. 11:38:54 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics again, please.))
  98. 11:39:09 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 DB
  99. 11:39:09 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DB" [1] -1 = 0
  100. 11:39:12 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6 Athletics, take two
  101. 11:39:12 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Athletics, take two" [3] = 3
  102. 11:39:57 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DA
  103. 11:39:57 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA" [2] (1) +1 = 3
  104. 11:44:30 PM soulpelt| → soulpelt|sleep
  105. 11:44:58 PM <~Teller|GM> Chris' feet find purchase on the window again, but doubling up her grip on DeWitt proves to be a mistake. Chris' weight yanks the other girl off of the roof, and she only barely manages to grab the edge of the roof with her other hand. The hand that Chris is holding is suddenly a lot lower. She loses her footing again and falls a short distance before jerking to a stop again, clinging only to DeWitt's hand. ||
  106. 11:50:47 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris spits out panicked curses, her purchase gone. The only reason she's not screaming is because the yank left her out of breath.
  107. 11:53:39 PM <Maz|Fireback> Hanging by a thread, hanging in the air, scared and hurting, her mind reaches a conclusion, a desperate idea to get out of this situation.
  108. 11:57:18 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris tries to find purchase on the wall again with her feet. As soon as she feels her feet making contact... she tries to shove herslef upwards, letting go of DeWitt, and letting the change come over her... desperately trying to use Fireback's longer reach to grab someplace firmer than a scrawny girl's arm.||
  109. 11:57:53 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics again, please.))
  110. 11:59:23 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+1 monkey Athetics
  111. 11:59:23 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "monkey Athetics" [1] +1 = 2
  112. Tuesday, August 1st, 2017
  113. 12:01:21 AM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 DB
  114. 12:01:21 AM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DB" [1] -1 = 0
  115. 12:01:41 AM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DA
  116. 12:01:41 AM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA" [4] (1) +1 = 5
  117. 12:02:12 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Brawn, please.))
  118. 12:02:43 AM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
  119. 12:02:43 AM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Brawn" [2] +2 = 4
  120. 12:10:41 AM <~Teller|GM> Chris scrabbles against the wall and barely finds any purchase, but if she waits any longer this scrawny girl is going to drop her. She pushes off and /changes/-
  121. 12:10:41 AM <~Teller|GM> Steam billows up around her. For one terrifying second (after a long string of equally but differently terrifying seconds) she hangs in the air, barely able to see, growing limbs flailing blindly-
  122. 12:10:41 AM <~Teller|GM> One hand catches the end of the roof. Not even a hand, three fingers.
  123. 12:10:41 AM <~Teller|GM> She hears a yell. Small hands grab onto her free one to arrest their fall, and even that relatively light pull nearly breaks her tenuous grip. She and DeWitt have traded places, it seems. ||
  124. 12:14:43 AM <Maz|Fireback> The only reason that she's not cursing is that Fireback can't really talk.
  125. 12:16:30 AM FosAsleep → FossilLord
  126. 12:17:01 AM <Maz|Fireback> However, UNLICK the scrawny girl hanging on to her, Chris is larger and stronger... and Fireback even more so.
  127. 12:17:08 AM <Maz|Fireback> ((UNLIKE))
  128. 12:18:47 AM <Maz|Fireback> Her grip on the edge is unstable, but she tries to pulls herself up enough to adjust her grip onto the border, and then... well, launch DeWitt onto the roof.||
  129. 12:19:15 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Brawn once more, please.))
  130. 12:19:37 AM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
  131. 12:19:37 AM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Brawn" [6] +2 = 8
  132. 12:30:31 AM <~Teller|GM> What Chris struggled and flailed at, Fireback achieves without even trying. She tightens her grip and flips DeWitt onto the roof with one smooth swing of her arm, maybe even putting a little too much strength into it due to her lingering panic.
  133. 12:30:31 AM <~Teller|GM> She then hauls herself easily up after her, adding to the theater's damage as pieces of roofing crumble within her fists. Smoke swirls around her - probably not enough to be visible from the ground yet, thankfully.
  134. 12:30:31 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt lies on the roof where she landed, unmoving but probably not seriously hurt. ||
  135. 12:34:01 AM FossilLord → FosAsleep
  136. 12:36:10 AM <Maz|Fireback> And Chris lets the transformation fade out, coughing as she catches her breath. "Fucking... hell."||
  137. 12:36:49 AM Antioch|GM → Antioch, tubes|Gauss → tubes
  138. 12:42:18 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt lies flat on her back, repeatedly hitting the rooftop lightly with one tightly curled fist. She's muttering swears in between heavy breaths, interspersing them with words that sound a lot like 'uncoordinated', 'fatass', and 'monkey'. ||
  139. 12:50:41 AM <Maz|Fireback> Yeah yeah. Whatever the scrawny pencil-neck girl wants to believe. Chris is too busy glaring down at herself and... well, what remains of what she was wearing. Nice while it lasted... "... So... why the hell... did we have to come to this deathtrap."||
  140. 12:54:44 AM FaustAndAbout → Faustus
  141. 12:59:02 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt sits up and slowly unfurls her hands to examine them. Her fingers and palms are an angry red color where she grabbed Fireback, and from the way she's grimacing they must feel about as well as she looks.
  142. 12:59:02 AM <~Teller|GM> "Ambush," she mutters testily, flexing her fingers. She looks up and sees the tatters hanging off of Chris. "And I didn't bring spares. We thought you'd have time to undress before the fight."
  143. 12:59:02 AM <~Teller|GM> She shrugs. "Sorry." ||
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  145. 1:01:14 AM <Maz|Fireback> Chris mutters something that sounds vaguely like "Story of my life now."||
  146. 1:04:31 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt rubs her arms, then rolls over to rest on her elbows and stomach. A small notebook and a pitiful nub of a pencil emerge from her pockets, and she begins writing in it, squinting at the paper in the dark. ||
  147. 1:07:39 AM <~Teller|GM> ((*. She begins writing with them))
  148. 1:08:20 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... So what, do we wait up here...?"||
  149. 1:12:13 AM <~Teller|GM> "Basically," DeWitt responds without looking up from her notebook. "You and me, but not 'me' me. I did my part. I'm checking out as soon as I'm done with this shit." ||
  150. 1:15:06 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... what shit?"||
  151. 1:20:49 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt hesitates. "Telling myself about the stuff that happened. Basic courtesy."
  152. 1:20:49 AM <~Teller|GM> "Important stuff. Like how you can't climb for shit," she says. Then she adds. "Or how you didn't just throw me off the roof." ||
  153. 1:22:58 AM <Maz|Fireback> ... she totally could have, huh.
  154. 1:23:07 AM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  155. 1:23:16 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... Yeah, well... neither did you."
  156. 1:24:53 AM <Maz|Fireback> could Fireback survive that kind of drop? ... Not eager to find out.
  157. 1:25:00 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... So, uh, thanks."||
  158. 1:25:52 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Social roll, please.))
  159. 1:26:20 AM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6-1 Social! Still not great at that.
  160. 1:26:20 AM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Social! Still not great at that." [1] -1 = 0
  161. 1:32:25 AM <~Teller|GM> "Yeah. Guess we're even." DeWitt places the notebook on the ground. "Good luck."
  162. 1:32:25 AM <~Teller|GM> She stands up, and then she suddenly flickers. She suddenly looks like she did when they first met, buzzcut hair and armor clad, crossbow slung across her back. She blinks a few times like someone whose eyes are adjusting to the darkness, before her gaze settles on Chris and her tattered clothes. Her hand goes to the hilt of her sword, but she doesn't draw it. ||
  163. 1:33:19 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... What."||
  164. 1:34:50 AM <~Teller|GM> "What happened to your clothes?" DeWitt asks. She kneels and picks up the notebook with her free hand, keeping the other on her sword. ||
  165. 1:35:37 AM <Maz|Fireback> ... huh.
  166. 1:37:41 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... Had to transform. You don't... remember what happens when you... uh... change?"||
  167. 1:42:06 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt glances at the notebook. A few seconds in and she relaxes, removing her hand off the sword. "No, I don't."
  168. 1:42:06 AM <~Teller|GM> She studies the book for a few more seconds before sliding it into a pouch hanging off of her belt. "It's not changing. It's changing /places/. I was in another universe before I came back here." ||
  169. 1:43:42 AM <~Teller|GM> ((*removing her hand from))
  170. 1:47:04 AM <Maz|Fireback> ... what do you say to that anyway?
  171. 1:47:08 AM <Maz|Fireback> "... Oh."
  172. 1:47:13 AM <Maz|Fireback> Brilliant.||
  173. 1:48:34 AM ⇐ JustLurking quit (uid195947@hathersage.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  174. 1:55:22 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt waits for her to add something. When she doesn't, she moves to closer to the far edge of the roof and crouches down. "Come over here and keep a low profile. We don't want to be spotted from the air."
  175. 1:55:22 AM <~Teller|GM> "And huddle under what's left of your clothes. The gray blends in better than your bare backside." ||
  176. 2:00:01 AM <Maz|Fireback> Chris sighs, and moves closer, taking strips hanging from her arms, and... well, trying to get as decent as possible. "Yeah yeah..."||
  177. 2:10:52 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt reaches over and adjusts the strips of cloth, moving them to cover her back more than her front. It makes sense, since anyone flying overhead isn't going to see her front when she's kneeling, but it's more functional than modest.
  178. 2:10:52 AM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt doesn't seem to care very much about Chris' state of undress either way. She peers down at the dark street below, uninjured hands resting on the edge of the roof. From the right angle they'd probably look like two very weird gargoyles.
  179. 2:10:52 AM <~Teller|GM> "No killing," she says. Her jaw is set so tightly the words are hard to understand. "Other than that...I'd really like to see these people get fucked up." ||
  180. 2:13:51 AM <Maz|Fireback> Chris idly rolls her shoulders. "... 'm not a great climbe... but that much I can totally do."||
  181. 2:14:24 AM <~Teller|GM> ||||
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  190. 9:22:47 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Guts roll, please.))
  191. 9:22:57 PM → iridium248 joined (iridium248@net-79p.vhr.127.203.IP)
  192. 9:24:38 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Regular, or does Endure apply?))
  193. 9:24:45 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Regular.))
  194. 9:24:51 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Guts
  195. 9:24:52 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Guts" [6] = 6
  196. 9:25:14 PM → Nonagon|PC and Lysa joined ⇐ Druza quit • Pink|Croc → Pink, soulpelt|GM → soulpelt|
  197. 10:00:25 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel's simple spandex costume doesn't have much in the way of advantages, but it's hard to think of a better outfit for trudging through the city on this hot and muggy evening. Lightweight, breathable...it's everything that the PRT officers' outfits are not.
  198. 10:00:25 PM <~Teller|GM> It's easy to see that Song's squad is melting in their gear, but there are no complaints from either Tran or Ingram as they walk along beside her. Melange is also walking nearby, currently a relatively unimposing five-foot mass of roiling metal and cloth. It's anyone's guess as to how the heat and humidity affect her, or whether she feels them at all.
  199. 10:00:25 PM <~Teller|GM> Last night - the day after first failed outing - had been far more temperate. Song and Melange joined them on patrol in Think Tank Territory, but without any sign of the villains they'd spent a quiet night walking and talking.
  200. 10:00:25 PM <~Teller|GM> Last night had been far less busy as well. Today is the start of the weekend, and there's quite a few people out and about for this time of night. In fact, Ravel spies a small group of people roughly her own age crossing the street at a jog and heading towards them. ||
  201. 10:03:32 PM ↔ Nonagon|PC nipped out
  202. 10:07:37 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel perks up at the sight of the group. They /could/ just be after autographs, but... Yeah, pretty unlikely. Regardless, she puts on a confident smile and greets the group. "Hey there," she starts, motioning to the squad to stop. If nothing else, they'd probably appreciate the short rest. "Something we can help you with?" ||
  203. 10:12:03 PM Thaliaway → Thalia
  204. 10:19:20 PM <~Teller|GM> The squad comes to a stop a few feet back. One of the girls in the group waves at Song, who returns the gesture with very little enthusiasm. In addition to the heat, they squad members don't seem to be handling the draining presence of Wan's minion flying overhead as well as Ravel either.
  205. 10:19:20 PM <~Teller|GM> "Hi." The guy who speaks is wearing an eclectic outfit, cargo shorts shorts with a blazer and a brimmed hat. He matches Ravel's grin. "We're big fans of the work you guys do."
  206. 10:19:20 PM <~Teller|GM> "Not crazy fans," another guy adds nervously. "To be, you know, clear on that."
  207. 10:19:20 PM <~Teller|GM> "Anyway," the first guy says. "I was hoping to talk for a few moments with /Mélange/."
  208. 10:19:20 PM <~Teller|GM> He draws out the word and rolls his tongue on the accent in a way he probably thinks sounds fancy. "Is that okay?" ||
  209. 10:21:48 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Short shorts, or just shorts? Because that is two very different types of eclectic))
  210. 10:22:07 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Ha, whoops. Just shorts.))
  211. 10:29:21 PM <Lex|Ravel> "I think we can can spare a few minutes from our patrol, if you're up for it, Mélange?" Ravel asks the other cape. It /is/ a little odd that they want to talk with the member who's least popular, but "odd" seems to fit the group pretty well. Still, she looks over the other members, trying to spot anything else out of the ordinary.
  212. 10:29:21 PM <Lex|Ravel> She also takes a look around the area they've stopped in. It's probably not a trap, but if Think Tank chooses now to show up, the squad would be hampered by trying to get the group to safety. ||
  213. 10:37:25 PM ⇐ ThalAI quit (uid132942@hathersage.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  214. 10:41:09 PM <~Teller|GM> They've come to a stop near a busy intersection of two streets. It's a pretty wide open area - unless Think Tank pulls up in their car or tries to sneak up on them from the grocery store, an ambush seems unlikely. Ravel does notice that three of the five members of their group have their phones out and have started recording.
  215. 10:41:09 PM <~Teller|GM> "Certainly," Melange says, sounding pleasant but puzzled. The guy walks over to her and leans one hand against a nearby wall. "What can I do for you?"
  216. 10:41:09 PM <~Teller|GM> "I just wanted to say, I'm really into this whole vibe you've got going on right. Very it. Very /you/."
  217. 10:41:09 PM <~Teller|GM> "That's...very kind of you to say," Melange responds. The other guy edges his way over to Ravel.
  218. 10:41:09 PM <~Teller|GM> "Uh, hi," he says. ||
  219. 10:50:19 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel suddenly gets the feeling she's about to be pranked, at the very least. Between the lead guys weird almost hitting-on of Melange, and the phones pointed at her, it feels like they're stalling, waiting for something. There's not much she can do about it though, not without looking paranoid. Could that be why they have their phones out?
  220. 10:50:19 PM <Lex|Ravel> Trapped by social convention, she decides to just try to ride it out. Ravel turns a polite smile to the second guy. "Hey," she greets, "You guys all just out for a stroll? Or are you headed somewhere interesting?"||
  221. 10:53:14 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Social roll, please.))
  222. 10:53:28 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Charm?))
  223. 10:54:26 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Flat.))
  224. 10:54:47 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Social
  225. 10:54:47 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Social" [5] = 5
  226. 10:58:06 PM <~Teller|GM> "Just headed to Jessie's house," the guy says. "That's Jessie."
  227. 10:58:06 PM <~Teller|GM> He points to one of the girls with her phone out. Ravel notices that she and one of the other girls is trying desperately not to laugh. "I could, uh, ask the same of you?" ||
  228. 11:06:47 PM → Divock joined • soulpelt| → soulpelt|sleep
  229. 11:08:31 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel decides she really does not like the giggling girls, and the feeling that she's about to be pranked transforms into a suspicion that she's already been made fun of, and she just doesn't know it yet. She keeps this out of her expression as she quips back, "Well, everything's interesting when you're a cape. But, y'know, patrols tend to be more about the journey than the destination."
  230. 11:08:32 PM <Lex|Ravel> She directs a look back at Melange and the weird guy. "We should probably get moving soon, unless we want our poor troopers here to melt. That's no fun for anyone involved." ||
  231. 11:13:20 PM <~Teller|GM> Song and his squad look very in favor of this.
  232. 11:13:20 PM <~Teller|GM> "Hang on," the guy in the blazer spins around mid-sentence to address Ravel. "Clear something up for us first. You're a new member of the Protectorate, right? Jessie thinks you're a Sicol Bend native who just got her powers, while Benny thinks you moved to Sicol Bend and just got your powers. Which one is it?" ||
  233. 11:13:46 PM <~Teller|GM> ((*moved to Sicol and had powers for a while.))
  234. 11:25:35 PM <Lex|Ravel> "The second one. Sicol's a nice place, but it's not my hometown." With a glance to Song, she continues, "And I'm serious about the melting thing. It's not something I'd wish on anyone else." ||
  235. 11:27:13 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Another flat social roll, please.))
  236. 11:28:22 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Social
  237. 11:28:23 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Social" [4] = 4
  238. 11:31:34 PM ⇐ JustLurking quit • CaptN|Briar → CaptNameless
  239. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "Ha, I told you," the guy talking to Ravel, presumably Benny, says. "Oh, wait, you say that like /you/ melted before. Wow. Did that actually-"
  240. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "So," Blazer interrupts smoothly. "You and /Mélange/ are both new here. Benny and I should show you what's what in the the city sometime."
  241. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel can hear it in his voice - he's trying his damnedest not to laugh as well as he leans closer to Melange. "The Bend might not seem like all that much, but there's a lot to it beneath the surface. If you know where to look. Sort of like you."
  242. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "Oh, you're mistaken," Melange says. She shifts, taking a step backwards. "I'm just this, all the way down. And please don't get too close unless you want to end up 'beneath the surface' as well."
  243. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "I wouldn't mind that," Blazer purrs. The one of the girls has abandoned her recording and is silently laughing into her hands.
  244. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "I promise, you would mind it," Melange says, then firmly adds. "And now we /really/ must be going."
  245. 11:44:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "I think he's trying to ask if you-would-maybe-want-to-hang-out-with-us-sometime?" Benny asks. The girl's laughter becomes audible. ||
  246. 11:44:35 PM <~Teller|GM> ((*One of the girls))
  247. 11:44:54 PM tubes|GM → tubes
  248. 11:49:09 PM <Lex|Ravel> Oh. They were making fun of Melange the whole time. Honestly, Ravel had briefly considered it, but dismissed it under the label of "Too obviously douchey for an actual person to do."
  249. 11:59:13 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel steps between Melange and Blazer-Jerk, just the tiniest bit too close to be a polite difference. "I think," Ravel grinds out, "That you should take the hint and move on. And maybe, just maybe, consider whether you should really be making fun of someone who's been the victim of a terrorist attack, and gone on to be an excellent hero, because of what she looks like." She folds her arms, and tilts her head to the side, staring
  250. 11:59:13 PM <Lex|Ravel> at the man. Waiting. ||
  251. Friday, August 4th, 2017
  252. 12:03:37 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Social please. Presentation, if you have it.))
  253. 12:05:27 AM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Social
  254. 12:05:27 AM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Social" [2] = 2
  255. 12:11:10 AM <~Teller|GM> "Hey, that was a legit offer," Blazer complains, holding up his hands. "Jeez. Bitch."
  256. 12:11:10 AM <~Teller|GM> The girl stops laughing, and Benny looks mortified. "We were, uh- I'm sorry about him. He's just an asshole. I just, uh, wanted to say hi. We'll go."
  257. 12:11:10 AM <~Teller|GM> He grabs Blazer roughly by the arm. ||
  258. 12:17:59 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel's expression doesn't soften much at all. "Stay safe," she repies, finally unfolding her arms as she watches them depart. ||
  259. 12:23:02 AM <~Teller|GM> "Thank you, Ravel," Melange says, as they start patrolling again. There's not much force behind the words - almost as if she's not thankful at all. "That was nice of you." ||
  260. 12:31:23 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel hesitates, wondering if she overstepped when she dealt with Blazer. It could be that Melange is just used to stuff like that, which still sucks, or maybe she doesn't like people speaking for her. Either way, Ravel's not sure how to respond.
  261. 12:31:23 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Sorry, about that, I mean. Both the not figuring out what they were up to, and for going off like that, y'know, speaking for you. I just... I can't stand people like that." Ravel looks at Melange, trying to settle her gaze roughly where she imagined her eyes would be. It was obvious /what/ they'd make fun of her for, but Ravel couldn't figure out /why/ they'd feel the need to do it. It's just pointlessly, stupidly malicious. ||
  262. 12:40:32 AM <~Teller|GM> "Please don't worry about it," Melange responds. Her eyes and any other features she might have are lost in the shifting and folding detritus that makes up her face. Ravel's eyes follow a small tatter of blue cloth as it catches on a sharp piece of metal, pulls taut, then rips in two as it dips beneath her surface. "There are always people like that. While I prefer to let them have their fun and then move on with my day, I do
  263. 12:40:32 AM <~Teller|GM> appreciate you making an effort to stick up for me." ||
  264. 12:46:37 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel nods, sighing. "Just sucks that you have to put up with it at all." She stretches a little as she walks next to the other hero.
  265. 12:46:37 AM <Lex|Ravel> "God, I always forget how boring patrols can be. I always end up wishing for a fight, and then regretting it when one happens. You just can win, with patrols." ||
  266. 12:55:25 AM <Lex|Ravel> *can't
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  268. 12:57:03 AM <~Teller|GM> "I hope nothing happens," Melange admits. "It means we'll get to patrol more. It's not something I get to do very much, and it's nice to be outside. Even with all the staring."
  269. 12:57:03 AM <~Teller|GM> "I'm also not looking forward to fighting The 800," she adds.
  270. 12:57:03 AM <~Teller|GM> "I'm looking forward to it. That asshole nearly stepped on me," Officer Ruben complains. "I'd pay good money to see you put him in a full nelson." ||
  271. 1:04:16 AM ⇐ Nonagon|PC quit (Nonagon@net-oc0.snk.238.104.IP) Ping timeout: 181 seconds
  272. 1:06:05 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Maybe we could make an event of it," she muses. "Charity fundraiser showdown, at a park or something. We could ask Broadcast to be the announcer, and Cassette provides the instant replay."
  273. 1:06:05 AM <Lex|Ravel> "What'd you say, Melange? For the puppies-slash-orphans-slash-charity-of-your-choice?" Ravel asks jokingly. ||
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  275. 1:15:55 AM <~Teller|GM> "Looks like we might get a chance to ask Think Tank about it," Song interrupts before Melange can respond, nodding up the street. "Look sharp."
  276. 1:15:55 AM <~Teller|GM> Snowdrop's sheet-white skin and dress stand out starkly against the dark night. She's about a half block away from them, and approaching them without any particular hurry. Civilians on the sidewalk give her a wide berth...everyone except for the middle aged man in the bright purple t-shirt walking next to her, that is. ||
  277. 1:23:31 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Well, crap." Ravel supresses a groan as she tries to imagine what trouble her fans have gotten her into now. Is it possible they've started hating her enough to make an alliance with villains? Somehow, Ravel feels she'd only be somewhat surprised.
  278. 1:23:31 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Be on the lookout for any other members of Think Tank, or the Rabble," Ravel reminds the others. "There's no way she doesn't have an escape route planned."
  279. 1:23:31 AM <Lex|Ravel> Stepping up to the head of the patrol, Ravel leads them to meet Snowdrop halfway. ||
  280. 1:26:51 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Wits and Knowledge please.))
  281. 1:27:39 AM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Wits
  282. 1:27:39 AM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Wits" [2] = 2
  283. 1:27:47 AM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Know
  284. 1:27:47 AM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Know" [5] = 5
  285. 1:37:25 AM <~Teller|GM> Song begins communicating to the other members of their patrol over his comm. As Snowdrop draws closer, Ravel recognizes her companion: Peter, one of her earlier fans. They come to a stop a few feet away.
  286. 1:37:25 AM <~Teller|GM> "Ravel. Melange, Song," Snowdrop greets them. ||
  287. 1:45:29 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Snowdrop... Peter?" Usually she'd think a bit harder about whether to admit she recognised one of her fans, but if he was meeting with villains, Ravel doubts pretending not to know him would discourage him much. "Why are you here, with her?" Ravel demanded.
  288. 1:45:30 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Keeping you all away from villains is one of the reasons I joined the Protectorate in the first place, so obviously this is concerning." ||
  289. 1:52:38 AM <~Teller|GM> Peter places a hand on his face, then runs it through his hair, remaining silent. Snowdrop patiently waits for him to speak.
  290. 1:52:38 AM <~Teller|GM> "Hi. Hi Ravel," he says. His eyes go to the people standing behind her. "Hi everyone. I-"
  291. 1:52:38 AM <~Teller|GM> He stops and looks at Snowdrop, then at Ravel. None of the wild enthusiasm that Ravel remembers him for is present. "So, you probably guessed this already, but we all did something kind of stupid." ||
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  293. 1:59:37 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel's mind whirls with worst-case scenarios, images of the purple clad Rabble trying to take on Allelle's beasts resurfacing in her memory. It's not very hard to imagine The 800 taking the role of the beasts.
  294. 1:59:37 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Peter, what happened?" Ravel asks, taking effort to keep her voice level. "Are people hurt?"
  295. 1:59:37 AM <Lex|Ravel> She suspects that he might be under the influence of Snowdrop's power, but she decides finding out whether anyone is in serious danger takes priority. ||
  296. 2:01:50 AM ↔ Dolyn (was Dol) nipped out
  297. 2:09:05 AM <~Teller|GM> "We heard about the fight you had on Wednesday with Think Tank. Kay..." he hesitates. "And, honestly, me too. We talked everyone into retaliating against these guys. Didn't go so well."
  298. 2:09:05 AM <~Teller|GM> "Get to the point," Song urges.
  299. 2:09:05 AM <~Teller|GM> Peter scratches the top of his head. "Nobody got really hurt. Just locked up by Snowdrop, and I can't blame her for it. Then she...God, it was like I was thinking straight for the first time in years." He stares off into the distance. A noise from Song makes him speak up again. "I guess I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for all the bullshit I put you through, Ravel." ||
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  301. 2:17:45 AM <Lex|Ravel> Cautiously, Ravel answers, "That's ok, Peter." So, definitely Snowdrop's power. Ravel feels a brief twinge of annoyance that a /villain/ got the power that makes people not crazy idiots.
  302. 2:17:45 AM <Lex|Ravel> She turned to address Snowdrop. "So there are others who are... locked up? You're holding the Rabble somewhere?"
  303. 2:17:45 AM <Lex|Ravel> With only three members, Ravel is having a hard time figuring out how they could hold a group like the Rabble for long, without hurting them. Hopefully Snowdrop was here to turn them over. Ravel puzzled for a second over whether it was technically kidnapping or something. Maybe since the Rabble started it, it was a citizen's arrest? ||
  304. 2:30:40 AM <~Teller|GM> "They're no longer detained. I let them all go with a warning," Snowdrop responds. "Peter requested to come along in order to apologize." ||
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  306. 2:36:51 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Thank you, then, for not hurting them. I've tried to do what I could to prevent things like this, but clearly it wasn't enough. And I appreciate the apology, Peter, even though it's not all you." She vaugely wondered whether this was finally rock bottom, thanking a supervillain for cleaning up her messes.
  307. 2:36:51 AM <Lex|Ravel> "But if he's just tagging along, what are you actually here for?" ||
  308. 2:37:50 AM Thalia → Thaliaway
  309. 2:49:13 AM <~Teller|GM> "To fight, presumably," Snowdrop says archly. The squad members all tense. "I'd prefer a discussion, but I doubt the PRT sent half the Protectorate and two squads if they weren't going to pick a fight."
  310. 2:49:13 AM <~Teller|GM> "We aren't picking a fight," Melange responds. "You don't get to complain about us patrolling just because you're a criminal."
  311. 2:49:13 AM <~Teller|GM> "There's an entire city of criminals for you to pick from, and yet you chose to be here the past three days, knowing what would happen," Snowdrop counters calmly. "I won't belabor the point, but you did pick this fight." ||
  312. 3:01:26 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel tenses as well, and looks around for The 800. They'd had days to plan this, he'd have to be waiting somewhere nearby. She checked windows and for fire escapes, If he could absorb kinetic energy, then starting off a figh with a jump from a decent height would be a smart move. She wasn't exactly sure what she could do about it though. Maybe a foam grenade underneath him?
  313. 3:01:26 AM <Lex|Ravel> "The rest of the city of criminals weren't extorting people in broad daylight. We're going to go after the easiest to find first. Speaking of which, where /are/ your teammates? We'll bring you in alone if we have to, but I'm sure you'd like some company in the holding cells." ||
  314. 3:04:40 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Wits roll, please.))
  315. 3:05:48 AM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Wits
  316. 3:05:48 AM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Wits" [5] = 5
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  318. 3:14:13 AM <~Teller|GM> "Taxation, not extortion," Snowdrop corrects, ignoring her question. "My understanding is that you're going after us because the Mayor is annoyed by villains who aren't the Brotherhood holding territory in Franklin."
  319. 3:14:13 AM <~Teller|GM> She doesn't spot The 800, but there are a fair number of tall-ish buildings around. He could be hiding out on any one of them.
  320. 3:14:13 AM <~Teller|GM> "I should go," Peter says uncomfortably. He takes a few steps back. "I think that would be the best apology I can give you, Ravel. Just...leave you alone."
  321. 3:14:13 AM <~Teller|GM> He hesitates, then gets a decisive look on his face and turns to leave. ||
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  323. 3:23:15 AM <Lex|Ravel> As he turns to go, Ravel calls out, "Thank you, Peter. I'm sorry I got you all mixed up in this in the first place, I wasn't a very good hero."
  324. 3:23:15 AM <Lex|Ravel> "And not to alarm you, but you might want to walk quickly. Officer Ruben nearly got stepped on last time."
  325. 3:23:15 AM <Lex|Ravel> Then to Snowdrop, she replied, "It's really more the complaints of blatant lawbreaking he's annoyed about. Though this doesn't have to end in a fight. You can always hand yourself in."
  326. 3:23:15 AM <Lex|Ravel> And because that never works, she adds, "Peter, hurry please." ||
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  328. 3:50:34 AM <~Teller|GM> "I'm not going to hand myself in," Snowdrop says. "I do not recognize the legitimacy of the government that your claimed authority stems from. But this still doesn't have to end in a fight."
  329. 3:50:34 AM <~Teller|GM> "And how's that?" Song asks impatiently.
  330. 3:50:34 AM <~Teller|GM> "You all could consider the priorities of your organization and acknowledge that Think Tank are among the least offensive of the parahumans that it labels villains, by any measure," she recommends. "Do you really believe that the issue is with lawbreaking? Are you at all curious about who's really holding your strings? I suggest that you confront them, not me."
  331. 3:50:34 AM <~Teller|GM> "You might be pawns, but please don't be sheep." ||
  332. 4:01:10 AM Faustus|GM → Faustus
  333. 4:06:00 AM <Lex|Ravel> "It sounds," Ravel says, taking her time with the words, "Like you're saying the Mayor has ties to the Brotherhood." She's aware that the squads are getting impatient, antsy. But if those accusation are true, it could be a very big deal. "If you have evidence, now's your chance."
  334. 4:06:00 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel's hands stray near her grapple launcher, ready to grab it on seconds notice. She also reminds herself of the locations of her grenades, just in case. Maybe this time when she says, 'You're under arrest,' it'll stick. ||
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  336. 4:25:07 AM <~Teller|GM> Ravel can see Song scanning the area around them. There are still civilians nearby, some passing, some standing and watching the confrontation with little regard for their own safety. He gives a short gesture to his men and they begin to spread out. Melanges stands behind them, churning menacingly.
  337. 4:25:07 AM <~Teller|GM> "It sounds like that is what I'm saying, because it is. Among other things," Snowdrop says. She gives them a small smile. "Sadly, I don't think you would accept my evidence. Nor do I think presenting it would it have any impact on our immediate situation."
  338. 4:25:07 AM <~Teller|GM> "I've said my piece. If we fight, it will be your choice."
  339. 4:25:07 AM <~Teller|GM> "No," Melange counters. "I'm afraid that if we fight, it will be because of choices you made a long time ago - ones that you /knew/ would lead to confrontations like this one. The blame lies with you." ||
  340. 4:41:46 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Melange is right. You came here for a fight, Snowdrop." Ravel draws a foam grenade, and her grapple thrower in the hand holding the pin.
  341. 4:41:47 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Don't bother with the high and mighty act, you're a just a criminal, like any other. Which is why," Ravel retorts as she charges the grenade and tosses it at her, "You're under arrest."
  342. 4:41:47 AM <Lex|Ravel> She skips back to avoid the foam, and calls out the order, "Foam her!" ||
  343. 4:43:15 AM <~Teller|GM> |||
  344.  
  345. 3:15:32 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Knowledge roll, please, Maz|Fireback.))
  346. 3:20:16 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6-1 know
  347. 3:20:16 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "know" [3] -1 = 2
  348. 3:36:07 PM <~Teller|GM> Chris watches the confrontation playing out below her on the dark, wide street. A woman in a long white dress stands alone, facing down the PRT heroes. There are two of them, a woman in a striped purple costume and a vaguely humanoid metal-clad figure behind her. The second hero seems to be shifting, their spiky outline rising and falling. Strange armor?
  349. 3:36:07 PM <~Teller|GM> There are still a lot of citizens around. Three of the five PRT officers present are spreading out in either direction from the parahumans, sending people away, trying to increase the amount of empty space around them.
  350. 3:36:07 PM <~Teller|GM> "Snowdrop," DeWitt says quietly. She crouches next to her on the edge of the roof, crossbow held steady in her hands. "The metal heap is Melange, and the other one is Ravel."
  351. 3:36:07 PM <~Teller|GM> There's obvious distaste in her voice as she says the second name. "Kablam and Wan are about two blocks away with another squad's worth of officers. There's a PRT van in the area, too - could be reinforcements."
  352. 3:36:07 PM <~Teller|GM> The names all mean very little to her. She remembers Wan and his bat, but it's hard to match the others to faces and powers. ||
  353. 3:44:41 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris shakes her head. "Don't know 'em" It's bitter saying it. She doesn't like admitting it, but, well, the LAST time she fought a cape, it... didn't end well. "Just tell me who you want me to punch."||
  354. 3:50:34 PM <~Teller|GM> "Ravel's mine." DeWitt peers down length of her crossbow at the purple woman. "And you probably want to leave Melange to The 800. Other than that..."
  355. 3:50:34 PM <~Teller|GM> She thinks in silence for a few moments. "We picked this spot so the squaddies would have to focus on evac, but that's not going to last long. How do you feel about containment foam?" ||
  356. 3:54:57 PM <Maz|Fireback> "Never tried it."||
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  358. 4:05:15 PM <~Teller|GM> "Today's the day, then. You have the element of surprise - go for the officers. I need Kablam out of the sky when I start shooting, and if Melange is occupied he's their only viable response to you." ||
  359. 4:06:58 PM Lexicon → Lex|Ravel
  360. 4:09:12 PM <Maz|Fireback> "... Mm, sure... what does Kablam do besides flying anyway?" Chris asks as she rolls her shoulder, anticipating the fight to come...||
  361. 4:15:07 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Guts roll, please, Maz|Fireback.))
  362. 4:17:17 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+1 Guts
  363. 4:17:17 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Guts" [6] +1 = 7
  364. 4:18:22 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DG
  365. 4:18:22 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DG" [5] = 5
  366. 4:23:49 PM <~Teller|GM> "He's an Alexandria package. Glowing armor, super strength. The 800 says he has a 'one-two punch combo'. His second punch is a lot harder than his first," DeWitt explains.
  367. 4:23:49 PM <~Teller|GM> The figures on the ground leap into motion. Chris feels a faint blast of cold air sweep over her, accompanied by a jarring jumble of noise passing through her mind. It's easy enough for her to push aside and turn her mind back to the fight starting up below.
  368. 4:23:49 PM <~Teller|GM> "Now!" DeWitt calls out. She seems similarly unaffected by the jarring blast of cold as she levels her crossbow and fires. "Go!"
  369. 4:24:07 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DA
  370. 4:24:07 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA" [4] (2) +1 = 5
  371. 4:26:11 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Guts please, Lex|Ravel. 4 DC. -1 to the subsequent rolls this round if not passed.))
  372. 4:26:37 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Guts
  373. 4:26:37 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Guts" [1] = 1
  374. 4:27:39 PM Az|mobile → Az|Away
  375. 4:28:18 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Wits, please. +1 overall, because of a +2 incidental bonus.))
  376. 4:28:47 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Wits
  377. 4:28:47 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Wits" [3] +1 = 4
  378. 4:34:29 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Good enough to choose to Dodge or Withstand DeWitt's crossbow. Sorry, I was looking at how Endurance pip 2 and Dodge pip 2 would interact.))
  379. 4:36:11 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Ah, right, I'll dodge))
  380. 4:36:37 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 2h6 Dodge
  381. 4:36:37 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dodge" (3) [6] = 6
  382. 4:37:18 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Okay. Now Dex for the grenade toss.))
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  384. 4:38:43 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((regular modifier because it was before the cold blast? Those are only triggered when SD is hurt ,right?))
  385. 4:41:07 PM <~Teller|GM> ((You can roll a second Dex before the attack roll. Get 5 or 6 and you'll be fast enough to avoid the penalty.))
  386. 4:41:11 PM soulpelt| → soulpelt|nap
  387. 4:41:53 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Dex
  388. 4:41:53 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [3] = 3
  389. 4:42:24 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6-1 Grenade toss
  390. 4:42:24 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Grenade toss" [5] -1 = 4
  391. 4:43:23 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 SD
  392. 4:43:23 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "SD" [4] = 4
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  394. 5:06:12 PM <~Teller|GM> On the street below, Ravel whips out her grenade and charges it. At the same moment Snowdrop swiftly draws a knife from her sleeve, but not to attack her - she drags the blade across her palm in the same motion. A white liquid spills from the cut, and a blast of cold air flows over her.
  395. 5:06:12 PM <~Teller|GM> She stumbles, her train of thought derailed, her brain skipping over the next few moments like a bad video tape. It's only after the fact that she realizes that she still managed to throw the grenade, getting it near enough to Snowdrop that her power finished the job. The purple claws latch onto her, grabbing and clawing - she's not going to get free of them before it explodes.
  396. 5:06:12 PM <~Teller|GM> It does mean more cold air is spilling off of her, making it harder to think and focus. It's only because she was searching for The 800 on the rooftops earlier that Ravel spots the armored girl crouched on the roof of the theater. She's aiming a crossbow at her-
  397. 5:06:12 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel just spins out of the way in time. The crossbow bolt flies through the space where she was standing and embeds itself in a nearby post.
  398. 5:06:12 PM <~Teller|GM> "Tran, Ingram, clear the civilians," Song orders. "Ruben, cover Snowdrop with Ravel."
  399. 5:06:12 PM <~Teller|GM> He taps his headset. "I need fliers over here. And someone get eyes on The 800, a giant monkey's not hard to find." ||
  400. 5:06:59 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Order will be Lex, Maz, then me. I'll jump in between you two if necessary.))
  401. 5:08:42 PM <Maz|Fireback> ((kk))
  402. 5:09:03 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Let's use ... so we know who's typing as well.))
  403. 5:10:25 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  404. 5:20:42 PM <Lex|Ravel> Heart racing from nearly getting shot, Ravel turns back around towards the armored girl on the roof. One hand reaches for her grapple launcher, and the other goes to her headset. "DeWitt on the theatre roof with a crossbow!"
  405. 5:20:42 PM <Lex|Ravel> Pulling the gadget from her belt, Ravel takes aim at DeWitt. "Crazy bitch."
  406. 5:20:42 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel launches the charged rope at DeWitt, holding tight to the launcher.
  407. 5:20:42 PM <Lex|Ravel> She keeps Snowdrop in the corner of her eye though, ready to dash if she tried to catch her in the grenade's radius. ||
  408. 5:21:37 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  409. 5:27:03 PM <Maz|Fireback> Chris began to change as soon as DeWitt gave the Go, smoke trailing around her as she begins to bound her way down the roof. She's Fireback after just a couple of steps, what looks to the world like a rapidly moving cloud of smoke as she leaps down, catching herself on lower rooftops and railings, making her way down to street level, and to the closest of the officers... or rather, as
  410. 5:27:03 PM <Maz|Fireback> she tries to LAND on him.||
  411. 5:28:17 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Guts and then Dex please, Lex|Ravel. Fireback Ath, please, Maz|Fireback.))
  412. 5:28:40 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Guts
  413. 5:28:40 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Guts" [5] = 5
  414. 5:28:48 PM <~Teller|GM> ((No penalty.))
  415. 5:28:58 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Dex
  416. 5:28:58 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [6] = 6
  417. 5:29:28 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+1
  418. 5:29:28 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback [3] +1 = 4
  419. 5:30:16 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DD
  420. 5:30:16 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DD" [6] = 6
  421. 5:30:25 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 SA
  422. 5:30:25 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "SA" [4] = 4
  423. 5:31:09 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics as well, please, Lex|Ravel.))
  424. 5:31:37 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Ath
  425. 5:31:37 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Ath" [4] +1 = 5
  426. 5:39:52 PM <~Teller|GM> Snowdrop does attempt to move towards her, but Ravel's too fast. When grenade explodes she's just beyond its radius, and only ends up getting small flecks of the substance on the leg of her costume.
  427. 5:39:52 PM <~Teller|GM> The waves of cold are still coming off of Snowdrop, but she's ready for them now. She keeps her eyes trained on DeWitt and lets the grapple fly. The girl leaps backwards but the shot is true - Ravel charges and releases the grapple just as it strikes her, and the claws of purple energy spring forth to grab and scratch at her. Dozens of more hands burst into existence all along the rope as well, reaching out in a frenzy for something
  428. 5:39:52 PM <~Teller|GM> to hurt - she'll have to make sure the slack doesn't get too close to any of her allies.
  429. 5:40:06 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll ORG 1d6+1
  430. 5:40:06 PM <+[ATM]> Invalid roll.
  431. 5:40:12 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 ORG
  432. 5:40:12 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "ORG" [4] +1 = 5
  433. 5:40:17 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 ORW
  434. 5:40:17 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "ORW" [6] = 6
  435. 5:40:26 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2d6 ORD
  436. 5:40:26 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "ORD" [6] [5] = 11
  437. 5:40:37 PM <~Teller|GM> ((ed. note 2h6))
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  439. 5:50:05 PM <~Teller|GM> Fireback leaps off the roof of the theater, swings off the gutter of another building - her powerful muscles quickly carry her closer to the ground. When she's near enough she leaps the last few feet, throwing herself at an officer closing in on Snowdrop with a foam launcher raised.
  440. 5:50:05 PM <~Teller|GM> His head whips up as she descends. He dives to the side as Fireback lands, narrowly avoiding being body slammed into the asphalt. "What th-"
  441. 5:50:05 PM <~Teller|GM> "Fireback!" Song yells. Melange immediately mobilizes, surging towards her and the officer. At this range Fireback can see how she doesn't walk so much as she flows, the collection of metal and cloth pieces rushing past each other as they barrel towards her. ||
  442. 5:51:02 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
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  444. 5:57:24 PM <Lex|Ravel> Despite the distraction of the /second/ giant gorilla that Think Tank apparently has, Ravel takes hold of the grapple with both hands, and /pulls/, trying to haul DeWitt off the roof. She'd probably feel a bit worse about doing so if DeWitt hadn't just tried to shoot her with an arrow.
  445. 5:57:24 PM <Lex|Ravel> She'll probably have to do it alone now that Melange is occupied, since the claws would attack any troopers that tried to help with her high stakes tug-of-war.
  446. 5:57:24 PM <Lex|Ravel> She also charges the flecks of foam on her legs, hopefully keeping them from getting any bigger. ||
  447. 6:00:02 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  448. 6:03:28 PM <Maz|Fireback> If the 800 is supposed to be there, he better make it fast. As such, Fireback thinks of a way to keep Melange occupied-- the idea she comes up with starts with her getting the officer that just dodged between herself and the rapidly coming mass.
  449. 6:07:23 PM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback leaps forward, towards the officer, hand outstretched, as if to grab him... but lands just short of him, before rearing back to try to slap him in the way with a massive backhand.||
  450. 6:08:23 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Brawn please, Lex|Ravel. Brawl please, Maz|Fireback.))
  451. 6:08:39 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6-1 Brawn
  452. 6:08:39 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Brawn" [2] -1 = 1
  453. 6:09:00 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 DB
  454. 6:09:00 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DB" [2] +1 = 3
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  456. 6:10:36 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+2
  457. 6:10:36 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback (2) [4] +2 = 6
  458. 6:10:54 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6 ORD
  459. 6:10:54 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "ORD" [1] (1) = 1
  460. 6:11:46 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MD
  461. 6:11:46 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [1] = 1
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  463. 6:18:00 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Dex roll please, Lex|Ravel.))
  464. 6:18:21 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Dex
  465. 6:18:21 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [3] = 3
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  467. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt struggles against the pull of the grapple. She's unexpectedly strong - not enough to free herself from the claws, but more than enough to resist Ravel's tug towards the edge of the roof.
  468. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel suddenly feels the grapple shift within her hands. She nearly drops it, and spends a few alarming moments fumbling the device before she regains her grip. She and costuming had discussed several design styles for the gun before ultimately settling on a neutral tube casing...but now she finds herself holding the rejected "grapple gun" styled device.
  469. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> The line is different as well. Instead of a thin chain of metal, it's a slightly thicker white cord - and on the roof, Ravel can see DeWitt drawing her sword...
  470. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> Fireback backhands the officer with a solid slapping noise. He flips through the air and collides with Melange, who is far too slow to get out of the way. Bits of debris fly free of her and scatter over the road. He ends up halfway embedded within the metal, one leg sticking through her torso and out of her far side. So it's not armor after all.
  471. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> Or it's /really/ weird armor.
  472. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> "You. Why are you even here?" Melange sounds British, female, and irritated. She pauses her charge towards Fireback to...shift herself around, pushing all of her mass towards her bottom half. The area where the officer is embedded thins out, and he begins kicking himself free. A second officer moves over to help.
  473. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> A little farther up the street, a fourth story window of a building shatters. A figure plummets out of it and strikes the street below heavily. When he stands up, he looks to be about twice the size that a person should rightly be.
  474. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> "That'll be The 800," Song says into his headset. He increases the intensity of his yanking on Officer Ruben. "Melange, you need to get on him. Kablam! Where are you?"
  475. 6:39:06 PM <~Teller|GM> "Fifteen seconds," Kablam! reports. ||
  476. 6:42:22 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  477. 6:50:31 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel readjusts her grip on the rope, and —trying to take advantage of DeWit concentrating on drawing her sword— she takes a few steps toward the theatre to get some slack in the rope, the runs in the opposite direction and jumps, trying to leverage her full body weight against DeWitt.
  478. 6:50:31 PM <Lex|Ravel> She'd trust her charged costume to soften her landing a little.
  479. 6:50:31 PM <Lex|Ravel> If she could get DeWitt away from her perch, she could focus on Fireback so Melange could take care of The 800.||
  480. 6:59:56 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  481. 7:10:28 PM <Maz|Fireback> Well! That worked much better than she was expecting even. Fireback sneers at Melange's question, and then lunges forward, the cloud of smoke rolling behind her as she charges.
  482. 7:12:07 PM <Maz|Fireback> But while she's keeping her eyes on Nelange (because who takes their eyes off their opponent, really), her target is the officer helping the one tangled with the heroine... and her aim is to more or less steamroll him right over, charging PAST Melange as she does so.||
  483. 7:13:48 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Brawn roll please, Lex|Ravel. +2, so +1 overall.))
  484. 7:14:03 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DB
  485. 7:14:03 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DB" [4] = 4
  486. 7:14:29 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Attack roll please, Maz|Fireback.))
  487. 7:14:29 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Brawn
  488. 7:14:29 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Brawn" [3] +1 = 4
  489. 7:17:05 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+2 Charging gorilla (Brawl)
  490. 7:17:05 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Charging gorilla (Brawl)" [5] (1) +2 = 7
  491. 7:17:38 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 MW
  492. 7:17:38 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "MW" [6] +2 = 8
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  494. 7:25:12 PM <~Teller|GM> ...
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  496. 7:37:44 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel leaps, yanking DeWitt forward hard enough that the girl teeters on the edge of the roof. But even a running jump isn't enough to bring her falling down to the streets below. As the glowing claws fade away, the only that that falls is her grapple rope, coiling limply on the ground below.
  497. 7:37:44 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt screams something incoherent at her and reaches for her crossbow again.
  498. 7:37:44 PM <~Teller|GM> "Ravel! Want me to take her out?" Kablam! asks over the comms. She can see the red streak in the air above her.
  499. 7:37:44 PM <~Teller|GM> Fireback recognizes the officer working to free the tangled one. Song, one of the squad leaders. He turns to snarl something at her as she nears, but Melange shifts to place the majority of her bulk between the officers and the charging gorilla.
  500. 7:37:44 PM <~Teller|GM> Fireback slams into them all. Bits of debris are sent flying free from her body, and the trapped officer and Song both tumble onto the ground behind her. Melange braces herself - even though she's not very large at the moment, she still manages to bring Fireback's charge grinding to a halt. The metal digs and grinds at Fireback's tough hide as the heroine holds her in place.
  501. 7:37:44 PM <~Teller|GM> "Negative, Kablam!" Melange calls. It's hard to tell where her voice is coming from - it seems to Fireback that it comes from all directions at once. "Keep out of melee range of DeWitt. Please come engage Fireback instead." ||
  502. 7:38:58 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
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  504. 7:45:43 PM <~Teller|GM> ((*only thing that falls))
  505. 7:46:15 PM <Lex|Ravel> "I'll manage," Ravel answers, fumbling for the retract control on the unfamiliar grapple gun. DeWitt's swapping trick was really annoying. Though maybe it could work against her? Ravel had tricked her once, after all, and she didn't seem to be in the most ration state of mind.
  506. 7:46:15 PM <Lex|Ravel> Leaving the gun to do it's thing, Ravel pulled one of her rubber balls from her pouch, charged it, then mimed pulling a pin.
  507. 7:46:15 PM <Lex|Ravel> "Grenade out!" Ravel yelled, tossing the ball at DeWitt. She'd heard it in movies, but she honestly had no idea whether anyone actually said that. ||
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  509. 8:00:50 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  510. 8:03:46 PM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback growls deeply, struggling against the metal surrounding her. heat and smoke just pile up around her, and she has no TIME for this! Kablam is on their way! But hey, if Melange INSISTS on being close... Fireback snarls, and instead of pulling away from Melange she pushes forward, trying to get a better grip on the heroine in a struggle to throw her away.||
  511. 8:04:28 PM <~Teller|GM> ...
  512. 8:05:31 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Dex roll, please, Lex|Ravel. Grapple roll please, Maz|Fireback.))
  513. 8:05:51 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Dex
  514. 8:05:51 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [1] = 1
  515. 8:06:36 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+2 Grapple/Brawn
  516. 8:06:36 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Grapple/Brawn" [2] +2 = 4
  517. 8:07:20 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DD
  518. 8:07:20 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DD" [5] = 5
  519. 8:07:36 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DA
  520. 8:07:36 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA" [5] (4) +1 = 6
  521. 8:07:55 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 MG
  522. 8:07:55 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "MG" (3) [5] +1 = 6
  523. 8:08:16 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Dodge or withstand roll please, Lex|Ravel.))
  524. 8:08:37 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
  525. 8:08:37 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dodge" [4] (4) +1 = 5
  526. 8:11:19 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Ed note, +2. MG))
  527. 8:16:04 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt, possibly wary of the fact that the switched objects still seem to have her purple claws emerging from them, darts out of the path of the projectile instead of trying to switch it. She then fires a second crossbow bolt at her. This one strikes her on her cheek, coming in at an angle and embedding itself partially within her costume, and partially within her skin. It really hurts, but not nearly as severe as it could have been
  528. 8:16:04 PM <~Teller|GM> if it hit her unarmored mouth.
  529. 8:16:04 PM <~Teller|GM> Is that where she was aiming?
  530. 8:18:47 PM <~Teller|GM> Fireback shoves her way forward, but it's hard to get a grip on Melange. She's like a really painful, scratchy liquid, flowing out of her fists and wrapping around her arm. The heroine is doing her best to pin her in place.
  531. 8:18:47 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Withstand roll please, Maz|Fireback.))
  532. 8:19:03 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 KA
  533. 8:19:03 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KA" [5] +1 = 6
  534. 8:24:37 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
  535. 8:24:37 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Withstand" [3] (1) +1 = 4
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  537. 8:33:03 PM <~Teller|GM> She can see the red streak through the smoke. It drops out of the air towards her, rapidly growing larger and brighter, but with Melange holding her tightly there's no option except to brace herself.
  538. 8:33:03 PM <~Teller|GM> The red streak slams into them both. Melange's grip on her is broken, but she's driven into the ground with the force and the deafening noise of a small explosion. She's on her back. Red electricity lingers, dancing painlessly up and down her body.
  539. 8:33:03 PM <~Teller|GM> "Hi. I'm Kablam!" The man in red armor introduces himself, while hovering in the air above her. "Stay down." ||
  540. 8:34:42 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
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  542. 8:44:39 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel lets loose a muffled swear, her hand flying up to her cheek. With no time to try to break the shaft and judging the injury isn't too bad, Ravel pulls the bolt loose, and turns, running towards The 800. Maybe she can wear him down some, since he didn't seem to be able to absorb energy from her claws attacks in the last fight. And hopefully with her teammate in the way, DeWitt might hesitate to keep shooting.
  543. 8:44:39 PM <Lex|Ravel> As she ran she called in, "I'm engaging The 800, DeWitt's still on the roof, but I think she's focusing on me! Try to send some foam or smoke grenades her way so she can't keep sniping at us." ||
  544. 8:47:18 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  545. 8:49:20 PM ↔ Trico popped in
  546. 8:49:52 PM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback growls, she's dizzy as hell, but it's not bad enough that she can't see the glowy red asshole in front of her. The glowy red asshole that hits like a truck.
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  548. 8:55:50 PM <Maz|Fireback> And she's... is she going to lose again? No. HELL no! Her eyes glow like burning coals... and she ROARS, the smoke around her turning into jets of steam for a brief moment. the air around her just getting stupidly, unbearably hot. Fireback picks herself up amidst the smoke... and all pounces on Kablam, trying to grab him and yank him to the ground.
  549. 8:56:18 PM <Maz|Fireback> ((Using special attack here))
  550. 8:56:19 PM <Maz|Fireback> ||
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  552. 8:59:27 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics roll, please, Lex|Ravel, and another dodge roll.))
  553. 8:59:27 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Grapple roll please, Maz|Fireback, and another withstand roll.))
  554. 8:59:52 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Ath
  555. 8:59:52 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Ath" [5] +1 = 6
  556. 9:00:10 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
  557. 9:00:10 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dodge" [5] (2) +1 = 6
  558. 9:01:05 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DA
  559. 9:01:05 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA" [4] (4) +1 = 5
  560. 9:01:51 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+3 KG
  561. 9:01:51 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KG" [2] +3 = 5
  562. 9:02:20 PM <Maz|Fireback> !roll 1d6+1 grapple (-1 staggered)
  563. 9:02:29 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6+1 grapple (-1 staggered)
  564. 9:02:29 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "grapple (-1 staggered)" [4] +1 = 5
  565. 9:02:49 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
  566. 9:02:49 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Withstand" (5) [6] +1 = 7
  567. 9:02:58 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 KA
  568. 9:02:58 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KA" [4] (2) +2 = 6
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  570. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> Another crossbow bolt whizzes past Ravel as she runs. DeWitt is walking along the roof, tracking her as she runs. She really is focused on her.
  571. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> The area has been largely cleared of civilians, most of whom were intelligent enough to leave on their own. The 800 is running up the now empty street, elbowing empty cars out of his path as he approaches.
  572. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> "Ha, /you/?" he laughs, slowing down as he sees Ravel running to meet him. "Where's the big one? I liked her."
  573. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> Two PRT officers are trailing him at a safe distance, waiting for an opportunity to use their foam without getting torn limb from limb by the twelve or thirteen foot man. His muscled are bulging, and he's only just barely still clothed.
  574. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> "Detachment from Squad A is moving to contain DeWitt," Hamilton reports over the headset. "Wan, get the cargo the rest of the way there."
  575. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> "Roger." Wan says.
  576. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> "Ravel-" Kablam! starts warningly, but is yanked roughly out of the air by Fireback and slammed against the ground with a loud, echoing bang that drowns out the rest of his words. Fireback holds him down and vents, pumping burning hot steam over the hero. The suit must not be airtight, because she can hear his noises of pain.
  577. 9:16:19 PM <~Teller|GM> He kicks out at her, hard, catching her in the chest. She lifts slightly off the ground from the force of it, but is otherwise unhurt. The crackling running across her skin dissipates. ||
  578. 9:19:48 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  579. 9:29:14 PM <Lex|Ravel> Melange had better pull together and help Kablam! soon, because Ravel isn't sure how long she can deal with the attentions of two villains at once. As she approaches, Ravel circles around The 800, trying to put the living wall of muscle between her and DeWitt while still being out of arms reach.
  580. 9:29:14 PM <Lex|Ravel> He can probably absorb blunt force, going off his dramatic entrance, so Ravel draws her knife instead of her combat baton. She also grabs the last of her remaining rubber balls.
  581. 9:29:14 PM <Lex|Ravel> Puffing herself up, Ravel taunts, "Melange'll be over to beat your ass soon enough, but for now, I'll have to do." Charging her weapons, she tosses the ball up and catches it to produce a field of claws that would hopefully scratch The 800 a little and maybe make it a bit harder for DeWitt's arrows to get through. ||
  582. 9:29:39 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  583. 9:34:32 PM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback rolls her neck, a feeling of satisfaction running down her body. the grin is definetively showing teeth behind the smoke... and she's not about to let up. This dude hits HARD. Still...
  584. 9:35:36 PM <Maz|Fireback> She roars in defiance, and bounces towards him, trying to catch him while he's still grounded with one hell of a haymaker.||
  585. 9:36:11 PM <~Teller|GM> ((By haymaker do you mean Wild Swing?))
  586. 9:37:20 PM <Maz|Fireback> ((yes))
  587. 9:38:13 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics, Lex|Ravel.))
  588. 9:38:33 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Ath
  589. 9:38:33 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Ath" [5] +1 = 6
  590. 9:39:20 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Attack roll please, Maz|Fireback. Extra die from Wild Swing.))
  591. 9:40:43 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 3h6+2 Fireback Smash (Brawl)
  592. 9:40:43 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Fireback Smash (Brawl)" (5) [6] (2) +2 = 8
  593. 9:41:02 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DA DC 6
  594. 9:41:02 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA DC 6" [4] = 4
  595. 9:44:36 PM soulpelt|nap → soulpelt|work
  596. 9:47:32 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel manages to run along the sidewalk, placing The 800 between herself and DeWitt before another bolt can be sent her way. She can see the villain leaping from roof to roof above her, however - she'll have to keep circling The 800 if she wants to keep using him as a shield.
  597. 9:47:32 PM <~Teller|GM> This is made all the more difficult by the fact that he's not content to stand still. He grins and snort, swelling up visibly as he does so, then charges towards her. He pays no mind to the scratching hands - he seems to be growing larger under their influence, in fact.
  598. 9:47:32 PM <~Teller|GM> "What the fuck are you doing?" Song voice demands in her ears. "All of Squad B on me. Back up Ravel."
  599. 9:47:56 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 KD
  600. 9:47:56 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KD" (2) [6] +2 = 8
  601. 9:49:32 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 KA
  602. 9:49:32 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KA" [3] +1 = 4
  603. 9:50:07 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
  604. 9:50:07 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Withstand" (1) [5] +1 = 6
  605. 9:54:32 PM <~Teller|GM> Kablam! raises his arms to defend himself, but her fist plows through his defenses and smashes into him with another deafening bang. She's going to have hearing loss after this fight.
  606. 9:54:32 PM <~Teller|GM> The noises are satisfying in a way, though. An exclamation mark on each of their attacks. He's driven into the ground the same way he slammed into her to kick the fight off. Kablam! coughs, then punches out at her again. Red electricity runs through her and across her skin, but the blow isn't strong enough to hurt her. ||
  607. 9:55:21 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
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  609. 10:11:59 PM <Lex|Ravel> Cursing again, Ravel tosses the ball up towards DeWitt on the rooftops, and quickly backs away from The 800. Things with Fireback are going worse than she'd thought they would, and her power is only feeding The 800's, and it's too difficult to experiment to find whatever downside his power must have with arrows raining down on her. She fishes her one remaining foam grenade out of her pouch, and starts backing up towards Fireback
  610. 10:11:59 PM <Lex|Ravel> and Kablam! where she might be able to use the smoke as cover.
  611. 10:11:59 PM <Lex|Ravel> "Song, I'm going to try to hit him in the face with a foam grenade," she speaks into her headset, "When that happens, I need everyone to cover him in foam. Count of three after I ask about his name."
  612. 10:11:59 PM <Lex|Ravel> To The 800 she yells, "Hey! Wait up a sec!" ||
  613. 10:14:50 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Remember, the range on her claws is only 10'. So she's going to really need to book it if she wants to get away from The 800.))
  614. 10:16:18 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Ah, right, I'll save the other stuff for the next round then))
  615. 10:16:32 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((I'll repost))
  616. 10:16:42 PM <Maz|Fireback> ((kk))
  617. 10:16:50 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  618. 10:20:28 PM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel frantically backed up to stay out of The 800s reach, turning around to flat out run. She tossed the ball high over her head, vaguely towards DeWitt, but more to stop it from feeding The 800s power than to hurt DeWitt. Maybe Fireback's smoke would provide some cover. Maybe she'd just end up smashed between the three giants currently in the fight. Right now she didn't have many other options. ||
  619. 10:23:56 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  620. 10:24:48 PM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback doesn't really notice Ravel heading their way. She's having way too much fun fighting Kablam! The tinning sound in her ears is a bit annoying, but who the hell cares?
  621. 10:26:41 PM <Maz|Fireback> ... Well, ok, maybe her head is swimming a little, but WHO CARES? Maybe he'd like to see how it feels?!
  622. 10:27:27 PM <Maz|Fireback> Which is why she tries to slap the side of his head with a massive hand||
  623. 10:28:01 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Athletics roll please, Lex|Ravel. Attack roll please, Maz|Fireback.))
  624. 10:28:14 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+3 8A
  625. 10:28:14 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "8A" [4] +3 = 7
  626. 10:28:33 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Ath
  627. 10:28:33 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Ath" [3] +1 = 4
  628. 10:32:42 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 KD
  629. 10:32:42 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KD" (5) [6] +2 = 8
  630. 10:33:14 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+1 (Brawl -1 Staggered)
  631. 10:33:14 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "(Brawl -1 Staggered)" (4) [5] +1 = 6
  632. 10:35:26 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 KA
  633. 10:35:26 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "KA" [5] (5) +2 = 7
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  635. 10:35:39 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Withstand or dodge please, Maz|Fireback.))
  636. 10:37:42 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+3 8G
  637. 10:37:42 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "8G" [1] +3 = 4
  638. 10:38:11 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Dodge or grapple roll please, Lex|Ravel.))
  639. 10:38:40 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
  640. 10:38:40 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dodge" [6] (6) +1 = 7
  641. 10:38:48 PM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
  642. 10:38:48 PM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback "Withstand" (4) [6] +1 = 7
  643. 10:41:28 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Right, Dex too, Lex|Ravel. -1. Then another normal dodge.))
  644. 10:41:35 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DA
  645. 10:41:35 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DA" [6] (6) +1 = 7
  646. 10:42:05 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6-1 Dex
  647. 10:42:05 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [3] -1 = 2
  648. 10:42:15 PM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DD
  649. 10:42:15 PM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "DD" [3] = 3
  650. 10:42:47 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((by normal do you mean flat 1d6, or just that I don't have penalties for the dodge?))
  651. 10:42:53 PM <~Teller|GM> ((By normal dodge I mean not penalized, sorry.))
  652. 10:43:00 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 2h6+1 Dodge
  653. 10:43:00 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dodge" [4] (4) +1 = 5
  654. 10:45:44 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Can I take my dodge option here? Thinking I might try to avoid the double mod wound))
  655. 10:45:54 PM <~Teller|GM> ((You can, yes.))
  656. 10:46:21 PM <~Teller|GM> ((So that's 1d6+1))
  657. 10:46:42 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6+1 Dodge Please Cashy
  658. 10:46:42 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dodge Please Cashy" [5] +1 = 6
  659. 10:47:52 PM ↔ Maz|Fireback (was Mazinja) nipped out
  660. 11:10:50 PM <~Teller|GM> Ravel turns races away from The 800, but he's faster. She can actually feel the ground shaking as he runs her down and swipes a large, grasping hand at her. She puts on a burst of speed, and the sausage-like fingers just miss her.
  661. 11:10:50 PM <~Teller|GM> DeWitt's next crossbow bolt does not. She feels it pierce the side of her costume, embedding itself just below her ribs. The pain almost doesn't register beneath the adrenaline - she has to keep moving, no matter how much her body is complaining.
  662. 11:10:50 PM <~Teller|GM> Kablam! raises an arm to deflect Fireback's attack, then retaliates. His fist connects with her leg, meeting it just as the red electricity flowing through her passes over the spot.
  663. 11:10:50 PM <~Teller|GM> It's the loudest noise and the hardest blow yet. She's lifted off her feet and sent slamming into the theater wall behind them. She feels old brick crack underneath her back.
  664. 11:10:50 PM <~Teller|GM> Kablam! climbs - well, hovers - to his feet.
  665. 11:10:50 PM <~Teller|GM> "Stay down," he repeats. She can't see his face underneath his glowing red helm, but it sounds like his teeth are gritted. ||
  666. 11:17:13 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Maz|Fireback, you can post first this time while Lex eats.))
  667. 11:18:02 PM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  668. 11:19:28 PM <Maz|Fireback> Haha. Ow. Fuck.
  669. 11:20:39 PM <Maz|Fireback> Right. No getting cocky. Not again, not like this. He's clearly hurtinhg, but he can still hit like THAT.
  670. 11:24:12 PM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback sneers, and then roars again as steam hisses from her body once more, the air once again getting unbearably hot. the last time she did this, she grounded Kablam!, HARD. As her glowing eyes vanish under the smoke, surely he can expect something similar...
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  672. 11:27:40 PM <Maz|Fireback> .... but this time, Fireback doesn't move. She can feel her body protesting at her inaction, how much doing THIS takes out of her, but she has learned one thing very well: the scariest things are the ones you don't see coming. She just has to... bide, under the heat and the steam...||
  673. 11:28:07 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
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  675. 11:34:47 PM <Lex|Ravel> Still barely aware of the bolt sticking out of her, Ravel runs. As part of the motion of pumping her arms, she flicks her knife off ahead of her into the steam to give Fireback some trouble. Her hands freed, she pulls her last grenade from her belt, charging it. Grunting with pain, she twists around to throw the grenade at The 800's legs. Try and chase me now, bastard, Ravel thinks.
  676. 11:34:48 PM <Lex|Ravel> She barely has the breath to shout the order, "Foam him!" ||
  677. 11:37:10 PM <~Teller|GM> ((Dex and then Guts please, Lex|Ravel.))
  678. 11:38:48 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Dex
  679. 11:38:48 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [5] = 5
  680. 11:38:56 PM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Guts
  681. 11:38:56 PM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Guts" [6] = 6
  682. 11:48:28 PM <~Teller|GM> Both Ravel and Fireback are engulfed in a cloud of steam, hiding them from the outside world and the outside world from them, but only one of them can stand the heat. Ravel feels the blistering gas searing her skin, making breathing painful, she nearly-
  683. 11:48:28 PM <~Teller|GM> She finds her feet again and draws her knife. She can't fall.
  684. 11:48:28 PM <~Teller|GM> Fireback can partially see through the steam. A red glow that she can only assume is Kablam! veers around he cloud of steam, loudly uppercutting an oversized reaching hand away from her and Ravel both. There are other, less clear shapes moving beyond the edges of her vision. The fight seems to be converging on this one spot.
  685. 11:48:28 PM <~Teller|GM> She feels drained from the burst of steam. It's like when she fought the ATM, except it's worse because she's surrounded by enemies and the ATM couldn't hit back. ||
  686. 11:50:20 PM <Lex|Ravel> ((Just checking, did ravel get to throw the grenade? Or was she interupted by the steam?
  687. 11:50:43 PM <~Teller|GM> ((She tossed the grenade. She just can't see the result inside of the cloud of steam.))
  688. 11:50:43 PM <Lex|Ravel> ))
  689. 11:51:02 PM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  690. Monday, September 4th, 2017
  691. 12:05:16 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel moves on a diagonal, moving several feet to the side of where her original course would have taken her. As she does, she switches to a reverse grip on her knife, and buries her mouth in the crook of her elbow. With her free hand she digs into her marble pouch, and tosses a charged handful towards where she last saw Fireback. The claws didn't need to see to cut people up. ||
  692. 12:05:24 AM <Lex|Ravel> -||
  693. 12:05:59 AM <Lex|Ravel> Then she waited, still and silent, listening for movement around her. ||
  694. 12:08:17 AM <Maz|Fireback> ...
  695. 12:10:14 AM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback may be feeling like crap, but she CAN see (somewhat) under her steam. She sees Ravel enter the area she just created, and she sees that she's preparing to throw... something at her. 'Somethings' can be really bad as far as capes are concerned, or so she has learned.
  696. 12:10:48 AM <Maz|Fireback> She has also learned that she feels a lot better after she hits somebody.
  697. 12:11:20 AM <Maz|Fireback> Hey look! Somebody's nearby.
  698. 12:19:53 AM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback clambers aside, away from whatever Ravel is throwing in her general direction. Being so close to the wall, her options are limited... in the end, she leaps up, trying to grab hold of the theater's facade decorations... and bounce straight towards Ravel, before she ends up transforming into... that thing... again.||
  699. 12:23:24 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Dex please, Lex|Ravel. Athletics please, Maz|Fireback. -1 overall.))
  700. 12:23:41 AM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Dex
  701. 12:23:41 AM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Dex" [5] = 5
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  703. 12:24:44 AM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+5 8G
  704. 12:24:44 AM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "8G" [2] +5 = 7
  705. 12:24:52 AM <Maz|Fireback> $roll 1d6-1
  706. 12:24:52 AM <+[ATM]> Maz|Fireback [3] -1 = 2
  707. 12:25:30 AM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+3 MG
  708. 12:25:30 AM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "MG" [6] +3 = 9
  709. 12:25:41 AM <~Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+5 8G
  710. 12:25:41 AM <+[ATM]> Teller|GM "8G" [5] +5 = 10
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  712. 12:34:30 AM <~Teller|GM> ...
  713. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> The steam is starting to lessen around Ravel and Fireback both. She can see her purple claws bursting to life, reach and grab for the giant ape that is leaping towards her-
  714. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> Fireback bounds forward, pushing off of the theater wall with dwindling muscles and reaching out for the purple clad heroine-
  715. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> And then a large hand catches Fireback around an ankle - around her entire calf, really - and lifts her into the air. The purple hands scratch at the fingers, but to no effect, or at least not the one that Ravel was hoping for.
  716. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> The 800 lifts Fireback into the air. He's struggling to move against the twin forces holding him down: a large pile of foam at his feet, and Melange.
  717. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> She's much larger than she was a few minutes ago, and significantly less humanoid. There's a small cluster of metal and cloth at her center, but she's primarily composed of dozens of thick steel cables. They're writhing and twisting, coiling themselves around The 800's limbs and torso. From the back of a nearby PRT van, Wan lifts and hurls another coil of cables as near to Melange's center that he can get it. A wire clumsily catches
  718. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> it and draws it into the growing mass.
  719. 12:42:33 AM <~Teller|GM> With his other hand The 800 is straining, reaching forward, clearly aiming to get a grip on Ravel next. ||
  720. 12:43:47 AM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  721. 12:51:49 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel scambles away from The 800's reaching hand, and looks for cover. Could she reach the van and help Wan? If he throws Fireback at them...
  722. 12:51:49 AM <Lex|Ravel> She also keeps an eye towards the rooftops for DeWitt. The steam might have cleared enough to give her a clear shot.
  723. 12:51:49 AM <Lex|Ravel> She can't attack Fireback without also strengthening The 800. Ravel settles for drawing her grapple gun and aiming it towards the rooftop. ||
  724. 12:54:56 AM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback more or less reflexively punches at the hand grabbing her-- likely without much effect-- before realizing who it is- Then... she's just VERY confused.||
  725. 12:56:34 AM <~Teller|GM> ...
  726. 1:02:12 AM <~Teller|GM> Ravel can't see any movement on the rooftops. If there's anyone up there, they're being stealthy about it.
  727. 1:02:12 AM <~Teller|GM> There's an overturned car nearby she can get behind for cover - very little use if Melange and The 800 crash into it, but it will shield her from and angry girls with crossbows.
  728. 1:02:12 AM <~Teller|GM> She'd have to circle around The 800 and Melange in order to get to Wan. Not impossible, but it would also involves moving closer to the giant gorilla trying to grab her.
  729. 1:02:12 AM <~Teller|GM> Kablam! circles the fight as well, keeping well overhead for what's likely the same reason as Ravel.
  730. 1:02:12 AM <~Teller|GM> The 800 hefts Fireback up, keeping his grip tight despite the wires cutting into his forearms. Even as The 800 grows, Fireback can feel herself shrinking... ||
  731. 1:03:28 AM <Lex|Ravel> ((*any?))
  732. 1:04:04 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Yes.))
  733. 1:04:27 AM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  734. 1:06:04 AM <Lex|Ravel> ((Where's Snowdrop's foam pile in relation to where we are?))
  735. 1:08:06 AM <~Teller|GM> ((A few yards behind you. Ravel is between The 800/Melange and the foam pile.))
  736. 1:12:18 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel backs up some more, and ducks behind the pile of foam that held Snowdrop. It might give a small amount of cover, and if Snowdrop wasn't completely covered, she might just have some leverage too.
  737. 1:12:18 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel keeps looking for DeWitt though, checking the ground as well in case she's slipped down to ground level. That lady's got it in for her. ||
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  739. 1:18:56 AM <Maz|Fireback> NonononoNONONONONO! WHAT IS HE DOING!?
  740. 1:19:47 AM <Maz|Fireback> She hates this. SHE HATES THIS! Fireback struggles as much as she can, which... which isn't really saying much, as her strength slowly abandons her...||
  741. 1:23:47 AM <~Teller|GM> ((Wits please, Lex|Ravel.))
  742. 1:23:59 AM <Lex|Ravel> $roll 1d6 Wits
  743. 1:24:00 AM <+[ATM]> Lex|Ravel "Wits" [4] = 4
  744. 1:24:38 AM <~Teller|GM> There's no sign of DeWitt.
  745. 1:24:38 AM <~Teller|GM> Snowdrop is completely covered in the foam. Based on the shape, it looks like one of the squaddies did a second pass with a foam launcher while she was occupied with Fireback and The 800.
  746. 1:24:38 AM <~Teller|GM> Song's squad is circling the fight between The 800 and Melange, taking whatever opportunities they can to add more foam to the pile. One of them would probably be able to provide her solvent.
  747. 1:24:38 AM <~Teller|GM> The 800 pulls Fireback into a weird grapple hug. It's uncomfortable in every sense of the word. ||
  748. 1:26:34 AM <Lex|Ravel> ...
  749. 1:35:57 AM <Lex|Ravel> They probably need all the foam they can get. Ravel could probably trigger Snowdrop's power by charging the foam, but the cold blast might not escape the foam. Plus, she doesn't know whether Snowdrop has used her power on The 800. Instead, she speaks into her headset.
  750. 1:35:57 AM <Lex|Ravel> "Kablam! Pick me up and get us over to the van to help Wan!"
  751. 1:35:57 AM <Lex|Ravel> If she can get a tight enough grip onto the cables, she might be able to strengthen Melange by a lot. Could backfire, if she lets go and the claws pump The 800 up even more. She'll figure it out when she's over there. ||
  752. 1:55:33 AM <Maz|Fireback> Fireback... Chris is just panicking by now. She doesn't want to look like that thing. She doesn't. She was... she was being strong, she was fighting, she was doing well, why is he ruining everything?!
  753. 1:58:44 AM <Maz|Fireback> If anything, it's probably impressive that she still has enough in her to show her displeasure by causing her steadily-dwiddling steam to hiss up once more, like she has today twice already, although by this point it almost looks like a desperate last stand than any sort of tactic from her part...
  754. 1:58:47 AM <Maz|Fireback> ||
  755. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> Kablam! circles the fight a final time, then descends from the sky and lands next to Ravel. His armor doesn't show any damage, but from the way he's holding himself it looks like he's taken as much of a beating as Ravel has. It brings to mind the blood running down her own cheek, and the sharp pain in her side.
  756. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> "You don't stop, do you? You're a madwoman, Ravel. I love it," Kablam! says, walking towards her. "But unless you have some cables hidden under your costume, that's as big as Melange is going to get."
  757. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> It doesn't look like enough. The cables are stretched almost taut, straining to hold the still growing villain in check.
  758. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> "She doesn't want us to feed her any of the debris lying around. Says her grinding will just hurt him, and then he definitely won't stop growing." He looks at The 800 with concern. "Might be our only option, though. You felt the heat from the little monkey-"
  759. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> At that moment, Fireback's steam hisses to life above them. She feels her old strength return for a brief, glorious moment, watches his skin turning red on his fingers and chest where the burning gas hits it...
  760. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> He's gigantic now, as large as Fireback's seen him. One of the steel cables snaps, breaking off at the point where it connects to the writhing mass of metal and cloth at the center of Melange. One giant leg pulls free of the foam - no, the foam comes with it. It's the road below that gives way, giant chunks of asphalt attached to the bottom of it. Melange and The 800 sway back and forth unstably, threatening to fall this way, then
  761. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> that.
  762. 2:06:44 AM <~Teller|GM> "God fucking-" Song starts. "Squad B, fall back. Retreat to safety, wait for my command." ||
  763. 2:08:32 AM <Lex|Ravel> ...
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  770. Ravel flinches as the road tears free, then rallies. "Kablam! If you can get me onto Melange, we might be
  771. able to lock them in place! Do you think you could manage it?"
  772. And because it doesn't hurt to have a back up plan, she speaks into the headset as well. "Bring some
  773. solvent, check if it's possible to dissolve the foam attaching Snowdrop to the ground without freeing her.
  774. Kablam's or my power should enable us to get her away from here." ||
  775. 2:19:52 AM <Lex|Ravel> Ravel flinches as the road tears free, then rallies. "Kablam! If you can get me onto Melange, we might be able to lock them in place! Do you think you could manage it?"
  776. 2:19:52 AM <Lex|Ravel> And because it doesn't hurt to have a back up plan, she speaks into the headset as well. "Bring some solvent, check if it's possible to dissolve the foam attaching Snowdrop to the ground without freeing her. Kablam's or my power should enable us to get her away from here." ||
  777. 2:20:06 AM <Lex|Ravel> ((sorry bout that))
  778. 2:25:57 AM <Maz|Fireback> Was that his plan? WAS THAT HIS FREAKING PLAN? Why not TELL HER ABOUT IT! ASSHOLE!
  779. 2:26:33 AM <Maz|Fireback> FINE! She hopes it FUCKINg SCARS!
  780. 2:27:38 AM <Maz|Fireback> her strength is back... but for how long? She hasn't... she doesn't know at all. She does the only thing she can realy think of.
  781. 2:34:11 AM → iridium248 joined ⇐ Maz|Fireback, Teruzi and Turncoat quit • Thalia → Thaliaway
  782. 2:52:45 AM <~Teller|GM> |||
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