Sicol Bend C&C Main Room

•Teller|GM> The van is quiet and dark. Plower sits in the driver's seat, Wicht and Cowl sit in the second row, Trigger Finger and Candela in the back. The passenger seat is currently vacant, though it was occupied about fifteen minutes ago by their leader, Cassette.
10:56 AM <•Teller|GM> While she does recon at the docks, they're parked two blocks away, waiting. Wicht smacks his bat into his palm repeatedly as he waits, adjusting his grip each time. A lightweight staff lays across Candela's lap. It feels unfamiliar in her hands.
10:56 AM <•Teller|GM> "How's everyone doing?" Plower asks, glancing into the rearview mirror. There's an excitement at the edge of his voice, like an athlete before game time, but he does his best to sound casual. "Cowl? Wicht? You guys ready to roll?" ||
10:57 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Anyone can start, but we'll continue in that order once it's set. We'll use ... to say when we're typing.))
10:57 AM <Teruzi|Caul> ...
10:59 AM <Teruzi|Caul> Alex begins to talk, but stops. Not Alex, not Alex. Caul, he was Caul now. Except not really? He was Cowl now. Right. He belatedly realizes that he moved as if he was going to answer, but didn't say anything. Alex cringes inwardly as he gives Plower a thumbs-up. "Yeah." He mutters, trying to make his voice a bit higher.||
11:02 AM <Dol|Candela> Candela remains quiet, not wanting to interrupt Wicht's turn to talk. She was more than a little bit nervous, and wanted to take every opportunity she could get to not talk about it. So she sits, quietly looking at her staff and hoping that the medical reference isn't too obtuse.
11:02 AM <Dol|Candela> ||
11:03 AM <•Teller|GM> ...
11:12 AM <•Teller|GM> "Yeah," Wicht says. He experimentally mimes swinging his bat, but there's little room for him to actually work with in the vehicle.
11:12 AM <•Teller|GM> "Incoming." Cassette's voice comes over their earpieces. A second later the passenger side door is opened and she slips inside quietly. Her bright costume stands out against the black night outside.
11:12 AM <•Teller|GM> "How'd it look?" Trigger Finger asks.
11:12 AM <•Teller|GM> "He's there," Cassette says, her voice a little breathless. "Main office building, third floor. No sign of Allele or other capes. Seven or more armed guards - some stationary, others patrolling." ||
11:15 AM <Teruzi|Caul> ...
11:17 AM <Teruzi|Caul> Armed guards? Holy shit. Caul feels his pulse quickening. Something in his head giving way to thoughts of what to do. Fleeting fantasies of using his power on the guards, making them pay for-
11:18 AM <Teruzi|Caul> Making them pay for what? Being armed? Yeah, that seemed fair.
11:19 AM <Teruzi|Caul> Caul tilts his head slightly at Cassette before speaking slowly. "I c-can puh-probably climb from t-the outside." He comments, his voice now a bit more deep than usual. "T-thought I d-don't think that's useful."||
11:20 AM <Dol|Candela> Helen stays quiet and tries not to let her nerves get the best of her. Seachange only brought unpowered people, and he was about to go up against six capes? This can't end well. What was he doing?
11:20 AM <Dol|Candela> ||
11:21 AM <•Teller|GM> ...
11:32 AM <•Teller|GM> "You'll be more useful with me," Cassette says. She holds out her hand and a small hologram of a building appears. With her other, she begins pointing. "Cowl, Wicht, and I will come in on the ground from the left. We'll deal with the majority of the guards."
11:32 AM <•Teller|GM> "Candela will fly Plower in from the right and help him enter the third floor through one of the windows. Trigger Finger will be sealing off various exits, then meet up with Candela and cover the air near the building."
11:32 AM <•Teller|GM> She looks at Trigger Finger and Candela. Her expression and tone are uncharacteristically serious. "We're going to try to pen him in, but if Seachange manages to escape the building before Plower captures him we need you two to stay on him. Don't let him stop, and don't let him out of your sight." ||
11:35 AM <Teruzi|Caul> ...
11:35 AM <Teruzi|Caul> Right. He could goop some guards nothing serious. Caul nods along as Cassette speaks. Maybe he could get one of the guards to shoot another. That would be sick.||
11:37 AM <Dol|Candela> ...
11:38 AM <Dol|Candela> ((Oh, whoops. Last post had Helen instead of Candela.))
11:39 AM <Dol|Candela> Candela nods in acknowledgment, but remains just as worried. The plan sounded solid, and she'd practiced throwing Plower at things. It would probably be too suspicious to throw him through the wrong thing. She couldn't let him go later, either, since Trigger Finger would be in the skies.
11:40 AM <Dol|Candela> What a mess. Hopefully she wouldn't end up dry heaving under Seachange's power this time.
11:40 AM <Dol|Candela> ||
11:40 AM <•Teller|GM> ...
11:41 AM <Dol|Candela> ((Seachange instead of him*))
11:47 AM <•Teller|GM> "Use your comms," Plower says. "Don't get so caught up in the fight that you forget to keep everyone updated on what's going on. Give people a heads up if something's coming their way."
11:47 AM <•Teller|GM> "Me, Cassette, and Trigger Finger have been here before. Listen up if we say something."
11:47 AM <•Teller|GM> He gives them all a smile. "Let's get this guy."
11:47 AM <•Teller|GM> "Candela and Trigger Finger, hang back here with Plower for a few minutes," Cassette instructs. "We don't want your respective glows to give us away. We'll give you a signal when you can catch up."
11:47 AM <•Teller|GM> She steps back outside, gesturing for Wicht and Cowl to follow. ||
11:55 AM <Teruzi|Caul> Caul steps out lightly, somewhat scared and very excited. He can almost feel his power getting ready. He closes his fists, before letting them open once more. He does this a couple of times. Then he gives Plower and the others a quick nod before turning towards Casette. And incidentally,Witch.||
11:56 AM Faust|Gravitas → Faustus
11:56 AM <Dol|Candela> Candela does as was asked of her, hanging back with Plower and Trigger Finger. The anticipation of this mess was really starting to get to her. Good grief, this is worse than her first surgery. She starts focusing on her breathing, trying to ensure she can remain calm during this.
11:56 AM <Dol|Candela> ||
12:00 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Okay, Dol|Candela will be in #WDSicolBend2 now. Give me a few minutes for the next posts, please.))
12:01 PM <Dol|Candela> ((Want me to leave here?))
12:02 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Sure.))
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12:15 PM <•Teller|GM> "Stay close to me," Cassette instructs. The night air is cool. They had chosen an out of the way street to park on, so nobody sees as they head towards the docks. "You won't be able to trust your eyes once the fighting starts, so pay close attention to what I say on your earpieces."
12:15 PM <•Teller|GM> "It's okay if I get shot," Wicht says to Cowl. He sets the bat across his shoulders. "My ghost mode can handle it."
12:15 PM <•Teller|GM> "It's not /okay/," Cassette says, then adds, "It's preferable to anyone else getting shot, but try to avoid it." ||
12:17 PM <•Teller|GM> ((*preferable to either of us))
12:17 PM <Teruzi|Caul> "W-well, I'm guh-glad you're vuh-volunteering." Caul says to Wicht. Wait no, dangit. He was not supposed to be Caul right now.
12:17 PM Teruzi|Caul → Teruzi|Cowl
12:18 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> He was part of the team now. Cowl nods at Cassette, as he keeps up with her. He felt a little bit better knowing Wicht could take a bullet.||
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12:22 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
12:24 PM <•Teller|GM> "Remember, we're heroes. Containment and restraint only to start," Cassette reminds them. "If people start shooting at you, hit them only as hard as you need to to make them stop. Nobody dies."
12:24 PM <•Teller|GM> When they reach the end of the block, Cassette holds out one hand to each of them. "Grab on. Stealth time." ||
12:27 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl wants to say a lot of thing right now. He wants to babble. He's half sad, half happy that his stutter keeps him from talking. No one would want to hear him babble. Cowl wants to let Cassette know that he could make the guards shoot each other, make them sit on their knees. Could he use his power for containment only? Could he make the guards tackle each other?
12:27 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> A thousand more sentences swirl in his head. But Cowl just nods, taking the hand that is given to him. Containment only, make them do stupid poses. Unless they start shooting.||
12:29 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
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12:33 PM <•Teller|GM> Wicht takes the other hand. Suddenly they're both in darkness, black and absolute.
12:33 PM <•Teller|GM> "Follow me," Cassette says quietly. She tugs on Cowl's hand to lead him forward. It feels like there's something around his calves that resists slightly as he steps, like a thin sheet of water. "I'll let you know when we're there, okay?" ||
12:38 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl opts not to say anything, instead squeezing Cassette's hand, hoping she understands. It would look really dumb if a shadow stuttered. Like some sort of discount ghost. No, Cowl would rather be quiet, thank you very much.||
12:40 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
12:43 PM <•Teller|GM> They continue moving. It's like being in his own personal citywide blackout, except there's not even the stars. He can feel the street under his feet, hear the steps of Cassette and Wicht as they walk next to him.
12:43 PM <•Teller|GM> "Hey, Cowl. I bet I'll take out more guards than you," Wicht says.
12:43 PM <•Teller|GM> "Shh. No talking." There's a pause. "No betting, either." ||
12:47 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "I b-bet I d-don't break any nuh-knees." Cowl says, against his better judgement. He liked this darkness. It was like a very detached way of existing. He had never really paid attention to how the ground feels under his feet, how the wind blows past him. He was absolutely going to down more guards than Wicht now too. He had to.||
12:55 PM <•Teller|GM> "Funny. Shush," Cassette whispers. She comes to a stop and places Cowl's hand against something metal. "Stay here."
12:55 PM <•Teller|GM> "We're here. We'll wait for you to catch up before we go," she says quietly. She must be talking into her earpiece. Then, to Cowl and Wicht, she says, "Be ready to go on my signal."
12:55 PM <•Teller|GM> Through his earpiece, Cowl hears a barely audible whisper. "Bet I don't get arrested by the PRT." ||
12:57 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Well, that was just uncalled for.
12:59 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Fine. Try double hard in winning the little contest. Maybe goop someone and make them jump Wicht, make him break some knees. That would show him!
12:59 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> It would also probably very painful for the guard. Maybe that idea wasn't great.
1:00 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl pushes one of his hands against the metal, getting ready to do- Well, whatever he can. He slowly lets goop fill his free hand.||
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1:04 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
1:05 PM <•Teller|GM> Goo leaps into his hand with a speed that surprises him. Cowl feels excitement from the thing at the edge of his thoughts. This is what he's been waiting for, right? He can make up for the last fight - that's what it feels like his power is telling him, anyway. ||
1:07 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Yeah last time his power seemed pretty sure that it was going to go great and a poor innocent car got peed on. Cowl feels a knot in his stomach, his frustration lurking behind his cheery thoughts. Assholes hurting Ms. Hamasaki. Cowl grits his teeth as he gets ready. He honestly felt like hurting someone today.||
1:12 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Since this will just be waiting, I'm catching up in the other channel.))
1:14 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Sure man))
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1:41 PM <•Teller|GM> They all wait for several tense moments, listening to nothing except their breathing. It's nerve-wracking.
1:47 PM <•Teller|GM> Suddenly, voices sound out. Angry voices. Cowl feels Cassette's hand on his arm. "Wait for it..."
1:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Wait..."
1:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Now!"
1:47 PM <•Teller|GM> The darkness vanishes. It's replaced suddenly by the familiar scene of the docks - his hand is leaning up against a shipping container, and in front of him is a stretch of open asphalt. A bright red streak zips across the sky in front of him, twin beams of red light stabbing out and leaving a trail of glowing walls in their wake.
1:47 PM <•Teller|GM> Trigger Finger's heat areas, right. Not safe to touch. The walls form a sort of hourglass, an open ended funnel with the wide end leading to the front of the building and the small end facing towards them.
1:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Bottleneck!" Cassette calls, pointing.
1:48 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Wits roll, please.))
1:49 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6 Wits
1:49 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Wits" [1]  = 1
1:49 PM <•Teller|GM> Wicht appears to have vanished. ||
1:51 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Everything is confusing for a few frantic seconds. Wicht was gone. Or more likely he was hard to see and Cowl was too frazzled to parse it. At least he knew Wicht could do that.
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1:55 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl follows Cassette's lead, wondering briefly if he should goop the floor. He decides against it, since he can't actually know where Wicht is at.||
2:02 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
2:10 PM <•Teller|GM> Cowl finds himself suddenly moving through a crowd of people. Young and old, smiling and milling past each other. All dressed for colder weather. It's a jarring contrast to the scene around him. They feel like water or slightly thicker air as he passes through them.
2:10 PM <•Teller|GM> "Use them for cover," Cassette says through his earpiece. She ducks low and disappears into the crowd. A man in a suit steps through the narrow passage formed between Trigger Finger's walls, handgun out but looking unsure of who to shoot at. ||
2:15 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Ooh, that's a goop. Cowl throws his goop directly at the mans face, hoping to keep him from making a sound while Wicht ... breaks the man's arms or something. As soon as he throws his goop he hides behind another illusion, letting his other hand fill with goop.||
2:16 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Dex roll for stealth, please. DC 4. Pass that and you get a +1 to your goop roll.))
2:16 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> (Sneak applies, right?)
2:17 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Yes.))
2:17 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 2h6+1 Sneak
2:17 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Sneak" [6] (2) +1 = 7
2:19 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Goop roll? +2 overall.))
2:20 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6+2 Aim
2:20 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Aim" [5] +2 = 7
2:21 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MD
2:21 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [3]  = 3
2:21 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
2:21 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MW
2:21 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MW" [3]  = 3
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2:26 PM <•Teller|GM> The goop hits the man in the face. He takes a step in the wrong direction and gives a muffled scream as he intersects the glowing red wall and his arm catches on fire. He begins slapping it angrily with his other hand, beating it out.
2:26 PM <•Teller|GM> A gunshot rings out. A second man has stepped forward to shoot at Cowl, but he's back within the crowd by now. Cassette seems to materialize out of nowhere to kick the man backward, where his head collides with the barely visible outline of a baseball bat. Both Cassette and the bat vanish again, the former ducking into the crowd and the latter disappearing
2:26 PM <•Teller|GM> into thin air. ||
2:29 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl feels giddy. He was being useful! It was such a strange feeling.
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2:30 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> As he can't really see any more guards right now, Cowl opts to just cover the first guard with his power while the man is panicking. He does the same thing as last time. Use the crowd for cover, goop, then recharge his orb in the other hand.||
2:32 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Stealth and then goop roll, please.))
2:33 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 2h6+1 Sneak
2:33 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Sneak" (2) [6] +1 = 7
2:33 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Same goop roll, I gather?))
2:33 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Yes.))
2:33 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6+2 Aim
2:33 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Aim" [2] +2 = 4
2:34 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 MD
2:34 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [6] -1 = 5
2:36 PM <•Teller|GM> The guard, almost by sheer luck, stumbles out of the way. The guards are shooting wildly now...but at Cassette, not Cowl. She's running to their right, head down, doing very little to avoid the bullets besides running quickly.
2:36 PM <•Teller|GM> "That's not me," Cassette says over the earpiece. "Keep going!" ||
2:38 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl just decides to listen to Cassette. Head down, using the illusions for cover seems like a futile thing to do with the bullets whizzing all over the place, but Cowl does it anyways. At least they're not shooting at him. He tries to close the distance as much as he cans, looking out to see if he can hit the face of another guard with his orb.||
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2:44 PM <•Teller|GM> There is one guard collapsed in the narrow passage, and the other doing his best not to stumble around as he pulls at the goo on his face. He rushes forward - the crowd is thinner here by necessity, since there's less room for them to move around believably.
2:44 PM <•Teller|GM> There are three guards on the other side of the 'hourglass'. One of them yells something, and they move away from the passage. He can see them dimly through the walls, but there's no clear path to hit them without travelling through the narrow passage himself. ||
2:49 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Hm. Cowl would probably be safer behind a real life meatshield, but he feels like Cassette wouldn't approve. He keeps moving forward, towards the narrow passage, but not before throwing more goop at the mute guard. If Cowl could get that guard and his unconscious buddy under his power he would-
2:49 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> He would be very happy.
2:49 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> He wants this.||
2:50 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Regular goop roll, please.))
2:51 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
2:51 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Aim" [5] +1 = 6
2:51 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 MD
2:51 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [4] -1 = 3
2:52 PM <•Teller|GM> The guard take another hit. He's panicking now, and firing wildly in the direction he thinks the goop came from.
2:52 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MW
2:52 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MW" [2]  = 2
2:53 PM <•Teller|GM> The shot flies harmlessly off into the night.
2:53 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Dodge or withstand, please. Bullet.))
2:54 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6 dodge
2:54 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "dodge" [4]  = 4
2:54 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 MA
2:54 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MA" [4] +1 = 5
2:57 PM <•Teller|GM> One of the guards behind the wall raises his gun and shoots through the brilliant red effect. Caul feels a sharp sting as the bullet grazes his chest.
2:57 PM <•Teller|GM> The guard takes aim again. He must have realized that, while Caul's goop probably can't go through the effect, bullets certainly can. ||
3:00 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Oh boy. Oh jeez. Oh wait- He's totally on a team now. He throws the hopefully last goop at his target before ducking into the cover of illusions. Lightly touching his chest leaves a trail of goop that mixes lightly with a bit of blood, but Cowl is not paying attention to that.
3:01 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "Guh-getting shot. Through w-w-wall." He says quickly, trying to assert his control over the guard. Hopefully.||
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3:03 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Goop roll, please. Illusions are thin unless he moves back, so only the +1. Still give me a sneak after to see how well he gets behind cover.))
3:03 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6+1 Goop
3:03 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Goop" [4] +1 = 5
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3:03 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 2h6+1 Sneak
3:03 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Sneak" [2] (1) +1 = 3
3:04 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 MD
3:04 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [6] -1 = 5
3:09 PM <•Teller|GM> The guard makes a valiant effort to get out of the way, but Cowl's aim is true. He feels the goop settle onto the man and spread. He can feel his panicked heartbeat now, can feel the goop straining for his command.
3:09 PM <•Teller|GM> "On it!" Wicht yells. A suddenly dazzling white figure lunges through the wall of heat near the guards, so bright that they hurt to look at. "Let's go, fu- friends!"
3:09 PM <•Teller|GM> Cowl's eyes water as he tries to make out what the figure is doing. It looks like he's lighting into the guards with an equally brilliant baseball bat. ||
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3:12 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "No nuh-knees." Cowl snarks in the comms, while he makes the guard kneel. Fucker.
3:12 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl wastes no time in heading straight for the unconscious guard, intent on seeing how fast he can get someone out of it covered in goop. "Thanks." He says belatedly to comms.||
3:13 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
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3:14 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela flies in somewhat erratic loops above the fight, trying to avoid leaving herself as a target for getting shot while keeping an eye on what is going on. She needs to keep an eye out for Seachange at this point, so getting involved is out of the question. Hopefully her team was doing okay.
3:14 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
3:15 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
3:15 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2d6 MA
3:15 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MA" [4] [1]  = 5
3:15 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 MA
3:15 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MA" [3] +1 = 4
3:16 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 3d6! WD
3:16 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WD" [5] [5] [2] = 5, 5, 2
3:17 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+3 WA
3:17 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WA" [4] +3 = 7
3:17 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MW
3:17 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MW" [4]  = 4
3:20 PM <•Teller|GM> The guard he already has gooped kneels. The unconscious guard is proving relatively easy to cover. Cowl thinks he'll be done in half the time.
3:20 PM <•Teller|GM> "Yeah, yeah, no knees." More gunshots sound. There's a bright flash of light as one hits home. Wicht swings his bat into one of them, sending them flying backwards. It looks like the guard is glowing now, too, and he's struggling to get up off of the ground. ||
3:24 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl briefly wonders what would happen if he just ordered the gooped guard to walk straight through the wall. The morbid idea rattles in his brain while he finishes gooping the other guard. Cowl wanted to get all these bozos under control and in the ground. But right now he needs some cover.
3:24 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Is the second guard sufficiently gooped now?))
3:31 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Next round.))
3:33 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> The kneeling guard will have to do, Cowl supposes. He leaves a very big orb of his goop behind the unconscious guard, heading to cover behind the kneeling guard. It's a bit macabre, but this is oddly pleasing to Cowl. "If y-you drop t-them I cuh-can keep them duh-down." He says to the comms.||
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3:37 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
3:37 PM <•Teller|GM> "Can you get over here? The glowing ones are weighed down, you could get them," Wicht says.
3:37 PM <•Teller|GM> "Negative, stay back, Cowl," Cassette orders. "Wicht, get the one on your left."
3:38 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2d6 MA
3:38 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MA" [3] [4]  = 7
3:38 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2d6! WD
3:38 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WD" [1] [3] = 1, 3
3:40 PM <•Teller|GM> There are two bright flashes of light, and suddenly Wicht dims and vanishes. "Darn it!"
3:40 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 WA
3:40 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WA" [1] +1 = 2
3:40 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MD
3:40 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [6]  = 6
3:40 PM <•Teller|GM> ||
3:45 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Teruzi|Cowl, you can go without worrying about Dol|Candela. She will interject as needed.))
3:45 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Oh, gotcha))
3:45 PM <Dol|Candela> ((Sorry for the confusion, Tuzi.))
3:47 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl reaches to the new awareness available to him. He 'flexes' his power over the unconscious guard, feeling it respond to his will. Meanwhile, he's touching the kneeling guard, not realizing his goop is seeping out of his hand. "W-what do you want m-me to d-do?" He asks to the comms, feeling eager to act.
3:47 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Idly he makes both guards put their hands behind their neck. Like the people that get arrested in TV.||
3:52 PM <•Teller|GM> "I'm out of juice," Wicht says. More gunshots ring out. "A distraction would be nice."
3:52 PM <•Teller|GM> As soon as the words are out of his mouth a giant truck barrels through the space where the guards are. It's an illusion, of course, but it's surely enough to give distract the guards. Or give them heart attacks.
3:52 PM <•Teller|GM> Candela sees a window on the third story of the building open, opposite of where Trigger Finger is. ||
3:55 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
3:56 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela adjusts her flight so that she can keep an eye on the window, but otherwise makes no moves. Was this Seachange attempting to make his escape? She also had not realized how frightening illusions of trucks could be. There were some things you just didn't want to see out of where they should be.
3:56 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
3:58 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Posting, Teruzi|Cowl, or ||?))
3:59 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ...
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4:00 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cassette sure could get mean for someone with more colors than a clown. Cowl allows his power to take hold of the two guards, experimentally feeling their bodies besides his own. While Cassette relays new orders, he looks around in the battlefield, hoping to see some more cool stuff.||
4:02 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
4:04 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((*Cassette sure could get mean for someone more colorful than a clown))
4:05 PM <•Teller|GM> It's hard to make out details through the bright red light that Trigger Finger has layered over most of the exits to the building. As Trigger Finger loops around the building again, building momentum and a brighter glow, she sees the window close.
4:06 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 CA
4:06 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "CA" [4] +1 = 5
4:06 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MG
4:06 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MG" [1]  = 1
4:09 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette appears to the left of one of thee guards, who immediately turns to shoot her. The bullet passes through the illusion cleanly, and the real Cassette strikes the guard with a short baton. He goes to the ground, leaving only one guard standing on his feet. "Cowl, Wicht, on them!" ||
4:10 PM <•Teller|GM> ((*Cassette strikes the guard from behind with a short baton.))
4:10 PM <•Teller|GM> ((*the guards))
4:11 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Yes. On them. Now!
4:12 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl stands up to head towards the guards, and in his enthusiasm he makes his thralls stand up as well. He cringes inwardly when he realizes this, but he still runs towards the downed guards. Goop them, control them, keep them contained.
4:13 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> He knows his power is watching. He was finally doing something right.||
4:14 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
4:16 PM <•Teller|GM> Candela sees a dark shape shoot through the window - Seachange, surely. He is briefly illuminated by the red glow of Trigger Finger's power as he passes through the walls. He's swimming madly through the air, though much slower than she would like.
4:16 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 Plower
4:16 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "Plower" [6] (6) +2 = 8
4:18 PM <•Teller|GM> Plower hurtles out of the window behind him like a bullet, spearing into the pseudo-water like a seasoned Olympian. He powers towards the center of the sphere, aiming to grapple the supervillain or worse.
4:22 PM <•Teller|GM> Below, Wicht runs through the red wall again. He's glowing brilliantly, but there are several spots on his body where the light seems to spill out, and he's dimming even as Cowl watches. He throws himself at the remaining active guard.
4:22 PM <•Teller|GM> He finds that the guards are ever so slowly inching their way after him as he rushes through the narrow passage. His power is excited by the idea that they could be of use, and is practically urging him to send them after their brother in arms. ||
4:23 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Was Plower flying? Jesus.
4:27 PM FaustAndAbout → Faustus
4:32 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl remembers Cassette's words and makes haste to the downed guards. He wanted to have Wicht's back if that was necessary, but frankly Wicht was a beast.
4:32 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Without even realizing it fully, Cowl is ordering his thralls to pick up speed and move with him. If someone needed to be shot it better be them.||
4:33 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
4:33 PM Faustus → FaustIsDrunk
4:34 PM <•Teller|GM> The unconscious guard under his control takes one large step before collapsing. He feels much less coordinated than the guard who is conscious and struggle against his bonds. ||
4:34 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Dol|Candela, any actions?))
4:35 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela moves to follow Seachange and Plower. She was going to give Seachange a headstart, but that bird had already flown the coop.
4:35 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
4:35 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
4:36 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+3 WA
4:36 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WA" [5] +3 = 8
4:36 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MG
4:36 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MG" [5]  = 5
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4:37 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 MA
4:37 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MA" [6] -1 = 5
4:37 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 WD
4:37 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WD" [3]  = 3
4:38 PM <•Teller|GM> Wicht strikes the guard, causing him to glow brilliantly. He staggers, but manages to stay on his feet. He struggles to raise his gun, and manages to fire another shot into Wicht. Light spills out of another hole in Wicht's form. ||
4:39 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Can I goop the guard?))
4:39 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Or does the wall still block my nefarious designs?))
4:39 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Yes. You are now in the area with Wicht and the guards.))
4:40 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Also, Dol|Candela, just following?))
4:40 PM <Dol|Candela> ((For now, yeah. Trying to get closer, but not interfering just yet.))
4:40 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Could Cowl even hit the man in the gun from here? Well he could try. While also sending his more active thrall to tackle the shit out of that last guard. His less active thrall will have to occupy himself with the guard on the floor.||
4:41 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Tackle which guard?))
4:41 PM <•Teller|GM> ((The one rising from the ground?))
4:43 PM Antioch → Antihistamine
4:43 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((No, the one that shot Wicht. The one rising from the ground technically is no longer a guard but a downed guard. And he gets the slow thrall thrown at him.))
4:43 PM Antihistamine → Antioch
4:43 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 TB
4:43 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "TB" [5]  = 5
4:43 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MB
4:43 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MB" [6]  = 6
4:44 PM <•Teller|GM> ((And where's his goop going?))
4:45 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((Hopefully the gun. Or healthy arm.))
4:45 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Goop roll, please. Base d6 for trying to hit the gun.))
4:46 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6 Basedroll
4:46 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Basedroll" [4]  = 4
4:46 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MD
4:46 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [6]  = 6
4:46 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 MA
4:46 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MA" [2] -1 = 1
4:46 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 WD
4:46 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WD" [1]  = 1
4:48 PM <•Teller|GM> The guard dodges the thrall's lurching tackle, then twists out of the way of of the goop as he fires another shot into Wicht. It's impressive. Maybe Cassette had been wrong, and Seachange did have another parahuman here with him.
4:48 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 PB
4:48 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PB" [3] +1 = 4
4:48 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 SB
4:48 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SB" [2] -1 = 1
4:49 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6 SA
4:49 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SA" [3] (1)  = 3
4:49 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 PG
4:49 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PG" [5] +1 = 6
4:52 PM <•Teller|GM> Plower and Seachange roll around in midair. There's little that Plower can do besides grapple him while underwater, so he wraps his arms around his waist. Seachange, on the other hand, is quick moving enough underwater for his attacks to do actual damage. He swings a large knife at Plower, raking his side. Plower twists, doing his best to prevent the weapon
4:52 PM <•Teller|GM> from hitting anything vital.
4:52 PM <•Teller|GM> Trigger Finger floats near Candela. The heroine notes that she /does/ hover better than her. "We could go in there to help, but I'm very much not stab proof." ||
4:55 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
4:56 PM <Dol|Candela> "I've been training with Cassette," Candela says in response, patting the staff sheathed at her hip, "but I'm not very confident either."
4:56 PM <Dol|Candela> She frowns then. "Did we not have a plan for if Seachange was armed?"
4:56 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
4:58 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Shit! Wicht could take a couple of bullets, right? Cowl really didn't want to know. Instead of worrying about it, Cowl gestures at Wicht trying to get him to hit the guard on one side, while ordering his thrall to hit the guard on the opposite side at the same time. Right after gesturing, Cowl lets loose another blob on the guard, while checking on his more insensate guard with his mind.||
4:58 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
4:59 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 PB
4:59 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PB" [4] +1 = 5
4:59 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 SB
4:59 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SB" [4] -1 = 3
5:00 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6 SA
5:00 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SA" [2] (1)  = 2
5:00 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 PG
5:00 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PG" [2] +1 = 3
5:02 PM <•Teller|GM> Plower continues wrestling with Seachange, doing his best to avoid Seachange's knife swipes. To Candela's alarm, it looks like he's winning.
5:02 PM <•Teller|GM> "We'll jump in if he needs it," Trigger finger says, glancing between both of the fights going on around them.
5:02 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Goop roll, please, Teruzi|Cowl.))
5:02 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((+1 or +0))
5:02 PM <•Teller|GM> ((+1))
5:02 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> $roll 1d6+1 Aim
5:02 PM <•[ATM]> Teruzi|Cowl "Aim" [5] +1 = 6
5:03 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MD
5:03 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [1]  = 1
5:04 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 WA
5:04 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "WA" [5] +1 = 6
5:04 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MD
5:04 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MD" [5]  = 5
5:04 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 TB
5:04 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "TB" [2]  = 2
5:04 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 MB
5:04 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "MB" [4]  = 4
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5:10 PM <•Teller|GM> The goop strikes the guard at the same time as Wicht does. The guard staggers one direction, then collapses on the ground. Cowl's thrall staggers past uselessly, while his other thrall twitches uselessly. He gets the sense that his power doesn't work so well if goop is used on unconscious people. Maybe when he woke up, but by then it'd be too late.
5:10 PM <•Teller|GM> The light from Wicht drains away completely.
5:10 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette steps out of what looks like a the red wall and pins down one of the still-stirring guards, holding their arms behind their back and holding her knee against their back. "Cowl, do you want to cover these guards?"
5:10 PM <•Teller|GM> She gestures to the two guards glowing and struggling to rise from the ground. "The effect will wear off when Wicht transforms back." ||
5:12 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl sure wants to make all those men bend to his will. But he opts to not say that. Instead he nods, while letting his goop accumulate in his hands. Maybe if he hurried he could figure out a way to help Plower.
5:12 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Almost as an afterthought, Cowl orders his thralls to just lay on the floor with his hands behind their necks. Clumsy idiots they were.||
5:13 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
5:14 PM <•Teller|GM> His power responds as fast as it ever has, goop practically streaming from his palms. A feeling of deep satisfaction radiates at the edges of his mind. ||
5:15 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Dol|Candela can post for a while as that's occurring, if she wishes.))
5:16 PM <Dol|Candela> ((I'm just watching the fight for now.))
5:16 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
5:17 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 PB
5:17 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PB" [1] +1 = 2
5:17 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 SB
5:17 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SB" [5] -1 = 4
5:17 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6 SA
5:17 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SA" [1] (1)  = 1
5:18 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 PG
5:18 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PG" [2] +1 = 3
5:19 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1x3 PB
5:19 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PB" [3] +1 = 4  ::  [2] +1 = 3  ::  [1] +1 = 2
5:19 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1x3
5:19 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM [6] -1 = 5  ::  [3] -1 = 2  ::  [1] -1 = 0
5:19 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6x3 SA
5:19 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "SA" [3] (2)  = 3  ::  (1) [5]  = 5  ::  [5] (5)  = 5
5:20 PM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1x3 PG
5:20 PM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "PG" [4] +1 = 5  ::  [5] +1 = 6  ::  [2] +1 = 3
5:24 PM <•Teller|GM> Seachange struggles partially free of Plower's grip and slashes at him with the knife again. Plower blocks, and then begins struggling with him once again.
5:24 PM <•Teller|GM> After several more desperate moments, Plower knocks the knife from Seachange's hand. It drifts to the bottom of the sphere, then drops through the air towards the ground. Plower wraps his arms tightly around Seachange, pinning him in place.
5:24 PM <•Teller|GM> "Candela...Trigger Finger..." Plower grunts into his earpiece. He doesn't sound like he's doing well, and Candela notes some blood wafting in the pseudo-water. "Come grab him, please." ||
5:24 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
5:25 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela flies to the scene as quickly as she can, worried about Plower. Seachange or no, she didn't want Plower to die. He was the most professional person in Zenith!
5:25 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
5:25 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
5:26 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Give me Willpower, please, Dol|Candela.))
5:27 PM <Dol|Candela> $roll 2h6 Willpower
5:27 PM <•[ATM]> Dol|Candela "Willpower" [4] (4)  = 4
5:31 PM <•Teller|GM> Candela drops into the pseudo-water, and Trigger Finger follows. Somehow, she knew she'd end up back in Seachange's water. Bad memories of the last time threaten to surface, but she pushes them away.
5:31 PM <•Teller|GM> Seachange has stopped struggling against Plower. His calm voice echoes through the sphere. "This is completely uncalled for."
5:31 PM <•Teller|GM> Below, Cowl has nearly finished gooping all of the guards. Wicht appears, dropping back into his normal form as well as to the ground. He looks exhausted. Cassette rubs the top of his head absently as she watches the situation unfolding in the air. ||
5:33 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela does her best to ignore Seachange, instead trying to get to Plower and see how wounded he was. Seachange still had to get out of this, and Candela had no idea how she was going to do that.
5:33 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
5:33 PM <•Teller|GM> ((*Somehow, she knew she'd end up back in Seachange's water. Bad memories of the last time threaten to surface, but she pushes them away. It helps that her field seems to be keeping out his water this time.))
5:34 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
5:37 PM <•Teller|GM> Trigger Finger grips Seachange's arm. "Try to escape and I'll use my power."
5:37 PM <•Teller|GM> Plower appears to have several long cuts down his body. Some are knife wounds, while others look like they were caused by some manner of animal. None of them look pretty.
5:37 PM <•Teller|GM> "I'll be fine, Candela. Just get him in custody," Plower says. ||
5:38 PM <•Teller|GM> -||
5:40 PM <•Teller|GM> "Oh, I'll come quietly," Seachange says, with a nobility in his voice that rings false. "Take care of your teammate, Candela. I wouldn't want this...ill-advised venture to have an casualties." ||
5:40 PM <•Teller|GM> ((*any))
5:41 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela frowns at that, but does her best to mimick Trigger Finger. She really didn't want to talk to Seachange again. This whole mess could've been avoided if he hadn't so thoroughly freaked her out the last time.
5:42 PM <Dol|Candela> That in mind, she doesn't say anything.
5:42 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
5:43 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "I c-can goop his mouth." Cowl says, still riding a high from feeling all those alien sensations in his mind. "And his hands." He adds quickly, to come off less creepy. It doesn't really work.||
5:44 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
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5:47 PM <•Teller|GM> Plower releases Seachange, and the four parahumans drift towards the ground. Plower does so with much less vigor than the other three. When they touch the ground Seachange deactivates his power, and Plower staggers from the sudden weight. Cassette begins walking towards him. Wicht cautiously follows, bat at the ready.
5:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Do it, Cowl," Cassette says. "Cover him. Careful of Trigger Finger and Candela."
5:47 PM <•Teller|GM> "Is there another option?" Seachange asks, distaste in his voice. "If you recall, I already said that I'd come quietly." ||
5:47 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
5:48 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela remains quiet, thinking furiously about how to get out of this. Plower was far faster than she had really expected him to be.
5:48 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
5:50 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "Yuh-you'll be extra q-quiet nuh-now." Cowl says, letting a mid-sized orb of goop grow before lobbing pressing it against Seachange.||
5:51 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
5:52 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((*Seachange's mouth.))
5:53 PM <•Teller|GM> Wicht laughs at the quip. The goo spreads, covering Seachange's face. As predicted, the man falls silent. Candela feels him stiffen beneath her grip.
5:53 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette steps forward, taking hold of Seachange's arm. "Candela, can you look at Plower?" ||
5:54 PM Thalia → Thaliaway
5:56 PM <Dol|Candela> "Yeah," Candela replies, somewhat absently. She starts to turn around, then adds, "I'm worried. This doesn't feel right, and maybe we're doing something stupid. Too many things about this don't make sense."
5:56 PM <Dol|Candela> Then she turns and starts assessing Plower's wounds and how best to treat them.
5:56 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
5:59 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
6:05 PM <•Teller|GM> He needs the bleeding to be stopped very soon, that's obvious at a quick glance. That's the short term. In the long term, he'll need some disinfecting, bandaging, stitches for some of the larger cuts, and rest.
6:05 PM <•Teller|GM> "We got him. That's what's important." Trigger Finger says. "I don't think that jailing a villain can be but so stupid."
6:05 PM <•Teller|GM> "Our fumble with the window-" Plower says, looking at Candela. "No, she's right. I took too long to get upstairs. He should have left earlier."
6:05 PM <•Teller|GM> "I don't want to say he let me capture him, because he sure as heck didn't make it easy....but either he made a stupid timing mistake, or he didn't try as hard as he could have to get away." ||
6:07 PM <Dol|Candela> "Maybe we should let him talk?" Candela asks, even though she hated saying it. None of what was happening made sense, and that was never a good thing. From her experience, you needed to know what was actually wrong before you started cutting into things to try and fix them.
6:08 PM <Dol|Candela> That in mind, she gets to work on patching up Plower. She'd done this often enough, she could talk and work.
6:08 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
6:09 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl focuses on the task at hand, layering a rather generous amount of goop on Seachange's hands. "Don't luh-let that t-touch you." Cowl says to no one in particular as he watches the goop spread slowly. He adds enough of the goop to ensure that he could control Seachange with one more hit.
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6:10 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "W-wasting time just muh-means puh-people will g-get here to s-stop us." Cowl says with a voice higher than normal, thinking of the statuesque ladies that arrested him.
6:11 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "S-some of them n-need help t-too." Cowl says, making the more weak of his thralls to raise a hand before returning it to the back of their necks.
6:12 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "My g-goop fuh-fades away after hours." Cowl says with a pitch a bit higher, as his words flow more naturally. "He can talk in c-cell just as w-well."||
6:12 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
6:16 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Medical roll please, Dol|Candela.))
6:16 PM <Dol|Candela> $roll 3h6+2 Medical Dex
6:16 PM <•[ATM]> Dol|Candela "Medical Dex" [6] (5) (2) +2 = 8
6:16 PM <Dol|Candela> $roll 3h6+1 Medical Know
6:16 PM <•[ATM]> Dol|Candela "Medical Know" [5] (4) (1) +1 = 6
6:19 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette nods. "We'll talk to him while he's in custody. Trigger, can you cover the skies and let us know if anything is coming? Cowl, finish covering him."
6:19 PM <•Teller|GM> "There's a bear inside," Plower adds. "Allele's thing."
6:19 PM <•Teller|GM> "...seems like a thing to mention," Wicht says.
6:19 PM <•Teller|GM> "No Allele, though, and it's chained up," Plower finishes, managing to convey the fact that he's giving Wicht a look even through his visor. Candela works quickly and skillfully to patch up his wounds. He'll need some more attention once they're back at the Zenith HQ, but he'll definitely make it.
6:19 PM <•Teller|GM> He work is good enough that it's now more of a question of whether /she'll/ make it back to the HQ, rather than him. ||
6:21 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
6:23 PM <Dol|Candela> While typically Candela would perk up at the news of the bear, as it meant that Logan, for whom she was still concerned, was nearby, right now she just didn't have it in her. Everything had gone wrong. Seachange apparently let himself get captured, almost as if just to spite her.
6:23 PM <Dol|Candela> "I'm just worried that this is a trap, somehow," she quietly says, going right back to worrying.
6:23 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
6:25 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Teruzi|Cowl?))
6:25 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl gladly lets more of the goop to flow from his hands, the watches as it spreads to cover the villain. "R-really. Try not to t-touch it." He says. Cowl focuses on the sensations coming from Seachange, monitoring for signs of struggle.||
6:26 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ((*then watches))
6:29 PM tubes|GM → tubes
6:29 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette quickly lets go of Seachange as the goop settles over his form. Cowl can feel his heartbeat, and he realizes that the man is more relaxed than anyone he's ever gooped before. It's a little offputting.
6:29 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette moves over to Candela and touches her arm lightly, making sure not to disturb her medical work. "Whatever he's planning, we'll deal with it, Candela," she says soothingly. Louder, she adds, "Everyone did a great job tonight." ||
6:30 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
6:35 PM <Dol|Candela> "I don't think this is going to be ending well," Candela replies, trying to keep her voice quiet. "It's too convenient, too weird, none of it makes sense. If Seachange was trying to get captured, maybe it's the wrong thing to do?"
6:35 PM <Dol|Candela> She looks up at Cassette, hoping that the other woman would pick up on how very thoroughly she wanted to avoid bringing Seachange in today. Even without the favor, this whole situation was too strange, too suspicious. She'd thrown a man into a wall, twice, and Seachange still somehow failed to open a window until Plower was right on top of him.
6:35 PM <Dol|Candela> Idly she notices that Cassette was being touchy again, and that Candela was practically used to it at this point. She wasn't really sure when that had happened.
6:35 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
6:37 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Cowl rolls his eyes at Candela. "Hey Seachange- If y-you are puh-planning something nefarious, raise y-your right hand." Cowl says, somewhat imperiously. He then makes Seachange raise his right hand. "W-what a muh-mastermind."||
6:38 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
6:39 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela shoots a quick, but still very unpleasant, glare at the impetuous, insensitive brat of a teenager.
6:39 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
6:39 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
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6:46 PM <•Teller|GM> That gets a small reaction from Seachange, at least. Nobody can remain calm when their limbs are moving against their will.
6:46 PM <•Teller|GM> "We talked about how you're going to use your power, Cowl. Contain him, don't puppet him," Cassette admonishes. She looks at Candela, and softens her voice. Cassette can surely see how stressful this is for her, but she'd never be able to guess /why/. "The other option is to let him go, and we're not going to do that. He's a villain, which means that we're
6:46 PM <•Teller|GM> going to bring him in. What he wants or doesn't want isn't a factor. If he planned this, we'll figure out why and make him regret it."
6:46 PM <•Teller|GM> "But the first step in taking control of the situation is bringing him in. We have to get moving."
6:46 PM <•Teller|GM> She sounds decisive. ||
6:46 PM <•Teller|GM> ((Final posts, I think.))
6:46 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> ...
6:49 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> "Suh-sorry." Cowl says, making Seachange respectfully put his hands behind his neck and kneel. That was honestly way more insulting. "But I t-think Cuh-Candela is n-not wrong. I c-can feel he's too c-calm." Cowl says idly, looking at Seachange. He tilts his head slightly. "If y-you guh-give me t-time in t-the van m-maybe I can m-make sense of it."
6:51 PM <Teruzi|Cowl> Subtly, he makes Seachange tense his legs. Not hard enough for anyone to notice, but hard enough that Seachange can get the message. Seachange might have all the plans in the world, but right now?
6:51 PM Teruzi|Cowl → Teruzi|Caul
6:51 PM <Teruzi|Caul> Caul was in control.||
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6:55 PM <Dol|Candela> ...
6:55 PM <Dol|Candela> Candela stands up, fairly confident that Plower was going to be okay. Before letting things go too badly awry, she needed to make one last, solid effort. She turned to Cassette and quickly tried to pull the other hero into a hug so that she could whisper, "I'm completely sure that /something/ bad is going to happen if we take him to the police, Cassette. One hundred percent."
6:55 PM <Dol|Candela> ||
6:56 PM <•Teller|GM> ...
7:08 PM <•Teller|GM> Cassette hesitates from surprise, then hugs her back. Quietly, she says, "Okay."
7:08 PM <•Teller|GM> She turns to the rest of the team, touching her earpiece. "Cowl, Wicht, and Plower, take the van with Seachange to the headquarters. Don't let anyone know we have him yet. Trigger, tail them from above and keep an eye out for anything suspicious."
7:08 PM <•Teller|GM> "Candela and I will stay here and wait with the others. She can tend to any injuries they have. I'm contacting the police for Seachange's guards, and we'll let the PRT deal with the bear."
7:08 PM <•Teller|GM> She looks at Candela again, still holding her in a half-hug. "In the meanwhile, we'll talk." ||
7:08 PM <•Teller|GM> ||||