10:00:39 AM <Camtist|GM> Hello
10:02:19 AM <Camtist|GM> Would you like to play here?
10:13:29 AM <Pink|FBug> wherever is good
10:19:34 AM <Camtist|GM> Ready?
10:24:52 AM <Pink|FBug> yup
10:25:09 AM <Camtist|GM> ||||
10:25:23 AM <Camtist|GM> ((Third or first person?))
10:25:46 AM — Pink|FBug prefers third.
10:27:49 AM <Camtist|GM> "Ooph," the last man standing grunted. Frightning Bug's fist had implanted itself firmly in his gut, knocking the breath out of the remaining goon. He falls forwards, his broken face hitting the cold, hard ground.
10:29:09 AM <Camtist|GM> She looks around at what she had wrought. Three men, members of an upstart local gang, all now unconscious before her. Teleporting and flying around had left them without a chance, and the adrenaline slowly fades as her breathing slows.
10:30:44 AM <Camtist|GM> She is in a back-alley pavilion, the backs of stores and shops all around her, deserted at this late hour. Good thing too: no witnesses to scream or muck up her exhilaration. ||
10:35:56 AM <Pink|FBug> The only problem with this time of night is a lack of open businesses; she could go for some celebratory icecream, some sort of parfait accompli. She gets to securing Larry, Moe, and Curly and searches them as she calls it in to the authorities.||
10:36:11 AM <Camtist|GM> ...
10:38:01 AM <Camtist|GM> The man that was just knocked out has nothing on him, besides the strange marking on his left shoulder. It looks burned in, some kind of pattern, but it glows with a faint blue color. The other two have the same, albeit with a different, unique pattern for each of them. Odd.
10:39:03 AM <Camtist|GM> Moving on, the second goon has a small pocket knife. Frightning Bug smiles as she remembers the man frantically using it to swing at her bug form, with no results.
10:40:26 AM <Camtist|GM> The third, and clearly the leader, has a pistol. He was tricky to deal with, but the thousands of bite marks all across his body were effective. He couldn't shoot a swarm, after all.
10:40:39 AM <Camtist|GM> ((Roll Wits))
10:41:03 AM <Pink|FBug> $roll 1d6+1
10:43:42 AM <Camtist|GM> Just as the victorious cape pulls her phone out, she hears a small, quiet whizzing sound. Before she can react, something hits her hand, piercing through the phone and knocking it out of her grip. It clatters and slides across the pavement, and when it stops, she see what hit it: a small, bleached white bolt, sharpened at both ends.
10:45:22 AM <Camtist|GM> She doesn't know here it came from, but at least one thing is certain: she's about to have another fight. ||
10:52:10 AM <Pink|FBug> Bringing a knife to a bug fight. Not that she's complaining. The gun was probably a better idea in principle but in practice had been much the equivalent of a much smaller, faster knife. She takes both weapons, anyway. She moves to take pictures of the three amigo's markings curiously... and fuck. "Hey, assho-", she snaps, antennae bouncing as she jerks her head towards the interloper. Cut off as she teleports to the roof of the taller of the
10:52:11 AM <Pink|FBug> buildings to the north or east, where the shot most likely came from. Break the line of sight, get altitude, think of wittier comback. "-le!" she finishes in an angry whisper.||
10:54:27 AM <Camtist|GM> Frightning Bug's body shifts into, well, bugs. Hundreds, thousands of small, brightly lit insects, scatter and swarm, flitting rapidly over to the taller north roof. Once up there, they form together once again, a process taking seconds, at most.
10:56:30 AM <Camtist|GM> Once reformed at the rooftop's side, bordering the east building and standing above it by a a few feet, she quickly looks around, but finds no one sharing the sizeable area with her. Looking down at the east rooftop, she soon spies two figures.
10:59:55 AM <Camtist|GM> One is cloaked, a deep black spiraled and patterned by a glowing neon blue, lines of it running and flowing through the figure's costume. The other possesses a much more intimidating figure: a mask in the exact shape of a human skull, covering their head. Stark white plates, fusing of bones and ivory, cover the rest of their body, attached with what appears
10:59:55 AM <Camtist|GM> to be deep red sinew. Their costume is armored, but form fitting, giving clear evidence that they are a woman.
11:02:36 AM <Camtist|GM> Frightning Bug sees the cloaked figure raise one hand, basked in the glowing blue neon light, and point it up towards her. "I want her," she says, her voice light and girlish, "Bring her to me, Collector." The other cape responds by patting the cloaked figure's head, silently watching. ||
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11:15:11 AM <Pink|FBug> What a basic little...! "You should try collecting something safer," she suggests, flicking open her baton. "Like stamps." Though if he tries shit, she'll be happy to stamp his passport a few times. In the face. Well, once she has a better handle on his power. She readies her own power for a moment's notice- she is guessing that bone bitch is the one with the ranged attack, and something tells her that he's the one who is more immediately
11:15:11 AM <Pink|FBug> dangerous to her. "Or cereal box tops. Get enough of those and you can send away for new minions."||
11:16:14 AM <Camtist|GM> ...
11:17:37 AM <Camtist|GM> "The ingredient speaks!" the cloaked figure taunts. "And with surprising accuracy. How ironic." They then back away, creating some distance as they watch.
11:18:58 AM <Camtist|GM> Collector holds up her arm, aiming what appears to be a crossbow made entirely from meat and bone at Frightning Bug. She lets off another bolt, aiming straight for her.
11:20:56 AM <Camtist|GM> ((Would you like to dodge, block, or use your power?))
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11:31:06 AM <Pink|FBug> If the fucker hadn't smashed the phone she was carrying, she'd be able to show them the 'That's not what irony means' meme with the metal guy from Boston's face. Fucking kids. It almost isn't worth using her power to dodge this one, but she does anyway, spreading out her swarm somewhat, mostly below the lip of the roof out of line of sight but with enough strategically places bugs higher up to keep an eye on the proceedings. She extinguishes
11:31:06 AM <Pink|FBug> her glow and watches to see what they do next.||
11:34:27 AM <Camtist|GM> The projectile zips by, another sharpened shard of bone. You see the Collector follow up on their attack, dashing towards your roof with surprising and clearly enhanced speed. She makes a single leap, easily clearing the rooftop's lip, and landing behind your swarm. Meanwhile, the cloaked figure has continued to back up, now at the eastern roof's far edge,
11:34:27 AM <Camtist|GM> and just a few feet out of range from your teleportation. ||
11:58:28 AM <Pink|FBug> Well, a few feet out of range of teleportation... but pepper spray, from experinece, hurts like a motherfucker on exposed meat. Something to consider. If it doesn't work, though... well, all the real gaps seem to be away from the face. One thing, though, is for certain- Collector wants to be close to her, which means that she's gonna make like that bug themed musician Gordon Sumner and tell her to not stand so close to her. Dada dada. She
11:58:28 AM <Pink|FBug> can't quite reach, but she doesn't have to, to hover overhead bone bitch ominously. Humming like The Police. Which is what she does.||
11:59:21 AM <Camtist|GM> ...
12:01:46 PM <Camtist|GM> Collector starts tapping her foot, in beat to Frightning Bug's humming. She then reaches into one of the sinew joints, pulls out what appears to be a stitched together ball of skin, and lobs it at the swarm.
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12:03:55 PM <Camtist|GM> ((Roll dodge, 1d6, no bonus))
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12:04:36 PM <Camtist|GM> ((Ack, I accidentally switched to first person before. Sorry))