<Mega|GM> --- Fort Town #14 - Antioch/Explosivo ---
<Mega|GM> ((Roll Wits.))
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<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d-1 Wits
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
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<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Wits" [3] -1 = 2
<Mega|GM> Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
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<Mega|GM> That isn't the sound of your alarm clock.
<Mega|GM> Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
<Mega|GM> It keeps going, just loud enough you can't ignore it. There's a word for it... somewhere.
<Mega|GM> Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
<Mega|GM> For something that isn't your alarm clock, it's sure as fuck doing a good job of waking you up. Goddamnit.
<Mega|GM> Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
<Mega|GM> Incessant! Incessant's the word. That's what this is.
<Mega|GM> Incessant. You try to open your eyes, finally, and hiss a little at the light stabbing your eyeballs.
<Mega|GM> The light has no business hurting your eyes that much, because it isn't even that damn bright, but your eyes don't seem willing to listen to reason at the moment.
<Mega|GM> The rest of your body also decides this is a good moment to voice its complaints, and those complaints, across the board, seem to be 'we're really fucking sore', with your left arm and right leg yelling a bit louder than the rest.
<Mega|GM> None of this makes any sense, and the goddamn beeping is still jolting your thoughts every time you try to think back to what happened.
<Mega|GM> Instead of opening your eyes, you squint, taking in the room you're in, and things start falling into place.
<Mega|GM> It's a hospital room, the walls that awful sterile white you find in all of these places, and the bed is just comfortable enough to make getting up feel like a worse idea than staying still.
<Mega|GM> The beeping, it turns out, is from a heart monitor standing next to your bed, showing that green line jumping up and down as your heart beats. Or something. Your thoughts aren't wholly together yet.
<Mega|GM> The window is open, giving you a view of the solid grey sky, curtains billowing in the wind.
<Mega|GM> You have the only bed in the room, which kind of makes sense, but you're not alone. Across from you, next to the open window, there's a man. He's not particularly big, or otherwise imposing. In fact, he looks like a real pushover.
<Mega|GM> He's also wearing a mask. "Nice to see you're finally awake, Explosivo."||
<Anti|Explosivo> "Why's a wimp-ass lookin' dude like you the guy they picked to keep an eye on me?"
<Anti|Explosivo> He closes his eyes, keeping them shut this time.
<Anti|Explosivo> "No offense. Just seems weird." ||
<Mega|GM> The man laughs. A short, nasty bark of one. "Fuck me," he says.
<Mega|GM> "I travel all the way to this podunk town just to find you, and you don't even fucking recognise me."||
<Anti|Explosivo> "Should I?" he replies. "I don't make a habit of remembering every jumped-up asshole with a bone to pick. Don't get too full of yourself. You were probably just collateral damage." ||
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<Mega|GM> He chuckles, shaking his head. "I know exactly what I am, thanks. I know there's nothing I could say to you that would make you regret what you did to me," he says.
<Mega|GM> He begins pacing, restless, fingers twitching by his side. He's a little hunched over, his muscles tense, ready to move. "I just want you to know who's going to kill you."||
<Anti|Explosivo> "Let's do it. I'm sure you can succeed where Lazarus's murderer failed." Explosivo grins wide.  "I'll make fifty more losers like you when I level this hospital the second you try to touch me." ||
<Mega|GM> ((Roll Threaten.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+1 Threaten
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Threaten" [3] (3) +1 = 4
<Mega|GM> The man pauses for a moment. You can't see the man's eyes behind the white mask, but you're fairly certain you got to him. Good.
<Mega|GM> He recovers quickly, although his movements aren't a little more erratic, his muscles moving under his skin tight, dark-red costume. "You do remember!" he exclaims, his voice a tad more high-pitched than it was. "That makes this easier. A lot easier."
<Mega|GM> "Get up," he says.||
<Anti|Explosivo> "Is it really worth the effort?" he asks, groaning. "I'd prefer to kick your ass in the comfort of this bed." ||
<Mega|GM> "Get up!" he snaps, before furtively looking at the one door into the room and lowering his voice. "Get up. I am not killing a goddamn invalid."||
<Anti|Explosivo> "Oh, don't worry. I'll kill the ones the next two rooms over for you."
<Anti|Explosivo> "Start whenever." ||
<Mega|GM> ((Roll Wits for reaction time.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Wits" [6] -1 = 5
<Mega|GM> You can hear his breathing, heavy, shallow, and you have a pretty good idea of who this guy is, so when he brandishes his knife and pushes his foot back against the wall, you know what's coming.
<Mega|GM> ((Defensive roll.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6 Withstand
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Withstand" (1) [2]  = 2
<Mega|GM> $roll 2h6+1 CA
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CA" [6] (6) +1 = 7
<Mega|GM> $moderate cut
<[ATM]> [Head] [Any 2] Butchered: Counts as moderate plus lesser wound, inflicts SCAR.
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<Mega|GM> The asshole launches himself forward, doing way less damage to the wall as you would've, with that pathetic little explosion of his, and you raise lift your arms up to stop him.
<Mega|GM> It doesn't matter, though. His knife slides through your cheek all the same, the momentum enough to carve two of your teeth out, leaving the right side of your face a bleeding mess.
<Mega|GM> ((Moderate wound, minor wound, and you're now bleeding. Your power's working again, though.))||
<Anti|Explosivo> Explosivo lashes out, attempting to pummel this asshole into an area that gives him some more breathing room and lets him set up a detonation beneath him as he lands. ||
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<Mega|GM> ((Just punching him?))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((Yeah.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+2 Brawl
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Brawl" (3) [6] +2 = 8
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d6+1 CE
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CE" [3] +1 = 4
<Mega|GM> $minor bash
<Mega|GM> $lesser bash
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Winded: All lesser abilities with need for refreshers or a stamina cost are put on cooldown.
<Mega|GM> Your fist hits him in the chest, the air escaping his lungs with a wheeze as he stumbles back across the tiles, only barely keeping his footing.
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d4 Bleed stopped?
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "Bleed stopped?" [1]  = 1
<Mega|GM> The ground between the two of you bulges up as you exert your power, feeling it work just as it should. It washes over your cheek and jaw, strengthening it, even if you can still feel your mouth fill up with blood.
<Mega|GM> Your opponent isn't blind to what you're doing, though, and he's as familiar with your power as you are with his. He doesn't push himself directly over the bulging ground, and instead launches himself up to the ceiling, bouncing against it with another minor explosion to launch himself down, knife held out in front of him.
<Mega|GM> ((Defensive roll.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Withstand" [4] (4) +1 = 5
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<Mega|GM> $roll 1d6+1 CA
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CA" [2] +1 = 3
<Mega|GM> The loser doesn't even make the ceiling cave in with his wimpy explosions, and even with his momentum, you hold off his strike easily with your arms, the knife not even hitting blanket of the hospital bed.||
<Anti|Explosivo> Using his momentum, Explosivo tries to pin him down, trapping him on the floor so he can take the full brunt of the explosion without avoiding it. ||
<Mega|GM> ((Roll Grapple to take a hold of him.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6+2 Grapple
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Grapple" [1] +2 = 3
<Mega|GM> $roll 2h6+2
<[ATM]> Mega|GM [5] (5) +2 = 7
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<Mega|GM> You try to push him down on the ground, even trying to roll on top of him to keep him pinned, but he's a slippery asshole, and his costume isn't helping your efforts in the slightest. He's nowhere near the explosion when it happens.
<Mega|GM> Your explosions, it should be noted, aren't the pussy-ass cosmetic-damage-only firecrackers this asshole's are. No, yours tear fucking holes in walls, ceilings or, in this case, floors.
<Mega|GM> ((Want to hold on to the bed or focus on breaking your fall downstairs?))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((Hold onto the bed, then try to swing directly under the bed.))
<Mega|GM> ((Cool, Brawn and Ath, please.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Brawn" [6] +2 = 8
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6 Athletics
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Athletics" [1]  = 1
<Mega|GM> The hospital bed tips down the hole and you find yourself rolling down the side, towards the screams coming from down below. It doesn't take too much effort to hold on, because you're swole as fuck by now, but when you try the fancy ass manoeuvre to swing under the bed, you end up tangled in the wires of the stupid-ass heart monitor. This tips over the machine and rips away whatever's connecting it to you, which stings, but the worst part it
<Mega|GM> that it leaves you falling down the hole all the same.
<Mega|GM> $lesser bash
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second.  The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d6 CW
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CW" [2]  = 2
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<Mega|GM> You land on your arm, the arm that got shot, earlier (how long ago? Fuck if you know) and it still hurts like a bitch. You're left lying in a cloud of dust, surrounded by the screams of people running away. You can't make any of them out, but luckily, it doesn't look like your attacker can see you, either. Blood is still filling your mouth.||
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<Anti|Explosivo> He crawls on the ground, headed towards a corner or beneath another bed, intending to find some cover for an ambush. ||
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<Mega|GM> ((Roll Wits.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Wits" [2] -1 = 1
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d6+1 CS
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CS" [2] +1 = 3
<Mega|GM> You crawl forward, straight up bumping your head against the lower bars of the bed, before you pull yourself under it. There's a woman still screaming in the corner, which is annoying, but it looks like everyone else has vacated the room.||
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<Anti|Explosivo> Trying to orient himself with respect to the hole in the ceiling, he keeps watch on both the doorway and the hole above, mentally preparing himself to explode the cape from either entry point. ||
<Mega|GM> ((Another Wits.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Wits" [2] -1 = 1
<Mega|GM> $roll 2h6+1 CA
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CA" (1) [2] +1 = 3
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<Mega|GM> ((Roll Withstand. If you exceed the attack roll, you reduce the wound intensity by one step.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Withstand" [6] (4) +1 = 7
<Mega|GM> $lesser cut
<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Gashed: Counts as two lesser wounds, one of these goes away on its own after a turn.
<Mega|GM> He doesn't come from either the door or the ceiling, and it takes you too long to realise that he was in the room already. Only the bang of his explosion alerts you and you only just manage to stop his knife from doing any serious damage, even if it still leaves a nasty cut in your side, cutting through the hospital gown.||
<Mega|GM> -||
<Mega|GM> ((It's also been four turns since you got the bleed, right? That means another minor wound from that.))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((Got it.))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((I'm on my phone, so I can't update my character sheet well, but I'll remember. Leaves me with one power-granted wound.))
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d4 Bleed effect gone?
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "Bleed effect gone?" [2]  = 2
<Mega|GM> ((And your power heals the bleed, so you don't need to worry about that again.))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((Got it.))
<Anti|Explosivo> Explosivo retaliates by pulverizing him. No more subtlety, no more tactics, just sheer force and enough of a beatdown to ensure there's minimal room for retaliation. ||
<Mega|GM> ((Roll to attack.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+3 Brawl
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Brawl" [6] (4) +3 = 9
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d6+2
<[ATM]> Mega|GM [5] +2 = 7
<Mega|GM> $lesser bash
<[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second.  The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
<Mega|GM> ((Does your Knocked Silly specialisation take effect on every hit?))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((Yep.))
<Mega|GM> Alright, fuck this guy. You deliver one hell of a savage kick at his leg, and you hear him let out a satisfying yelp, the little shit. He pushes himself away from you, practically scrambling out from under the bed, towards the woman hiding in the corner.||
<Anti|Explosivo> Explosivo closes the gap and continues beating the shit out the guy. ||
<Mega|GM> ((Roll Withstand.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+2 Withstand
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Withstand" [6] (3) +2 = 8
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<Mega|GM> You push yourself after him and the ground he'd just been lying on explodes up, pushing you up against the hospital bed. You barely feel the fucking thing, though. He might as well have blown in your face for how much it hurt. Pathetic.
<Mega|GM> What it does do is mess with your momentum, and by the time you're up on your feet, he's coming at you again, a white sheen covering the leg you hurt, similar to the wall as he launches himself forward.
<Mega|GM> ((Defensive roll.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+2 Withstand
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Withstand" (2) [5] +2 = 7
<Mega|GM> $roll 2h6+2 CA
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CA" (2) [6] +2 = 8
<Mega|GM> $moderate cut
<[ATM]> [Arm] [Part] Lacerated: Limb DISABLED. DISARMED.
<Mega|GM> ((I think that hits your limit?))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((Hm. I believe I take a wound then gain a wound, leaving me at parity, unless I've miscounted.))
<Mega|GM> ((Sounds about right.))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((One more, then I hit my limit, then.))
<Anti|Explosivo> ((||?))
<Mega|GM> You bring your arms up again, but his knife slides through your upper right arm and you can feel it go limp in the wake of it as he flies past you, in the direction of the door.||
<Anti|Explosivo> Explosivo detonates the doorway from the floor up, backing away and trying to figure out what floor he's on. ||
<Mega|GM> $roll 2h6+2 CE
<[ATM]> Mega|GM "CE" (2) [3] +2 = 5
<Mega|GM> ((Roll Wits to keep an eye on both the dude and look outside.))
<Mega|GM> ((I phrased that terribly.))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Wits" [3] -1 = 2
<Mega|GM> You're not sure, but you like to imagine the guy's eyes widening as he realises just what the fuck he's flying into. He manages to kick his leg out to the side to avoid the blast as you blow up a good part of the room, causing the woman next to you to scream again, trying to make herself small in the corner.
<Mega|GM> You're on the second floor, looking down at the podunk town you've decided to kick the ass of. There's a more pressing concern, though, and that's the brute of a man flying straight at the window. You recognise this guy, alright. You fought him a little while ago.
<Mega|GM> ((Dodge or Withstand?))
<Anti|Explosivo> $roll 2h6+3 Withstand
<[ATM]> Anti|Explosivo "Withstand" [6] (3) +3 = 9
<Mega|GM> $roll 1d6+2
<[ATM]> Mega|GM [3] +2 = 5
<Mega|GM> Resilience flies straight through the window, glass shattering as you hold your ground, stopping him dead in his tracks as he tries to tackle you.||
<Anti|Explosivo> "Hey dude. Screaming lady in the corner. Mind getting her out of here?"
<Anti|Explosivo> "I don't know if this means shit all to you, but this mess isn't on me. I'd ask for a lift to somewhere else, but I think I'll need some medical attention, so..."
<Anti|Explosivo> He shrugs. ||
<Anti|Explosivo> ((I gotta be