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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:31 am
(( It is mid-afternoon, just before the city grinds to a halt from another “rush hour.” You are flying over the cityscape; so far it has been quiet. As you look down into the city streets from your bird’s eye view, the streets are at their normal, which is busy as hell.))
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:38 am
*scans the multitude of heads in the crowd through his blue-tinted goggles* Sometimes I wish there weren't so many people in this city... It really does make finding someone specific more difficult.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:39 am
(( You round the corner and start to head down Broadway, towards midtown. That is when you see the trouble. A cab is thrown through the large window displays of a Times Square display, shattering glass in every direction. ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:44 am
*halts in mid-air and speaks, reflexively, into his communicator*
Trouble spotted on Broadway... Moving in to investigate. Time for some action!
*flies down amidst the quickly scattering crowd, his skin crackling with electrical energy, and lands in the street outside the window*
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:45 am
(( As you approach, you don’t see anything at first, until you look inside the store. Standing at a display case is a man filling a large sack with goods that were in the case. The man is a towering, over nine feet, wearing shredded black leather pants and a matching jacket. His head is completely shaved except for his awfully bright green Mohawk. Spikes, chains and studs line his clothes; some of them so big they might actually be weapons. ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:51 am
Oh joy... I get to combat bad 80's fashion...
*extends his arm and points directly at the villain*
Hey Bebop! Drop the loot and put your hands in the air! Play nice and I'll give you a cookie!
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:55 am
(("Huh?"
The man turns to face Bolt.
"Oh joy. Iz Sparky of them supers here."
He grabs the display case.
ROLL INITITIVE.))
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Yvan Calistro rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 11:58 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:01 pm
((He throws the display case at you.
"Hah. Nobody can stop the RAMPAGE!"
MAKE A DAMAGE SAVE as the display case hits you square in the chest.))
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Yvan Calistro rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:02 pm
[[ +1 toughness woo! ]]
Hurrggh!
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Yvan Calistro rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:03 pm
[[ Hero Point! Cause I don't use them often... ]]
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:06 pm
(( You move out of the way at the last moment, but the case strikes your arm as it goes by. It hurts a lot. Take one bruise. Your turn. ))
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Yvan Calistro rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:18 pm
[[ +14 att. 11L electrical ]]
Ack, I really miss meatshield Matty...
*aims a fist at Rampage and unleashes a bolt of electricity at chest*
Who said anything about stopping you? I just wanna give you a treat!
*leaps into the air and out of direct sight*
So why don't you come out and play!?
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:25 pm
((He got hit hard from your lightning blast, but he falls into the case behind him. Rampage spends the round getting up from the ground.))
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Battalion(Ted) rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2006 12:33 pm
[[Init +1]]
((Just then a figure that looks like a humanoid robot appears between you and the store in a swirl of gold and yellow light. It is colored mainly a dark maroon with black trim. On the chest, there is a simple light green design of a Libra, and the visor is of a similar color. He is hovering in front you with the help of a jets on its back. There is a light gun mounted to the right arm.))
((In a light automated voice.))
"Need help?"
((YOUR TURN))
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