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Post by dorkknight23 on Mar 31, 2020 8:45:17 GMT -5
It’s about 11 in the morning and the New York City skyline is on fire. Floating precariously above the skyscrapers is a massive alien warship and weapons platform. Although not the first time the Earth has been invaded, or Manhattan defended from alien incursion. Its honeycombed windows, chitinous hull, six retro-rockets positioned at the sides of the craft, and membranous “sails” attached to the back (currently looking torn and disrepaired) makes it look less like a starship and more like some kind of massive alien insect.
In the skies above a battle is raging. Automated defense turrets are spraying laser fire in seemingly indiscriminate bursts, small yellow and black drones buzz erratically around the perimeter. Stretching over from his cab in the Fantasti-Car, Reed Richards braces his wife as she struggles to create a big enough force field to protect the city below. Iron Man rockets by, "Hey, Stretch, friends of yours? Couldn’t think to throw us a little heads up before inviting them over for an intergalactic fondue party?"
The Human Torch races by, encircling a yellow-banded drone with flame, "Stow it, Shellhead! We’re just as lost here as you are!"
Mr. Fantastic holds his rubbery hand to his chin, "However, it does look very familiar. Eerily so. I could swear I’ve seen one just like it before... I seem to remember seeing one here on Earth before… Why do I remember the name ‘Hivaria...?’"
The Thing snaps back as he struggles to keep the Fantasti-Car aloft, "Don’t ask me, Stretch-O! You’re the Remember-er! Heavens to sweet Aunt Petunia of all the revoltin’ developments..."
Sue sounds woozy, "Reed, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up…"
A flash of light in the skies above, Johnny shields his eyes, and Ben Grimm cracks something resembling a smile. Mr. Fantastic’s eyes light up in kind. "Don’t worry, Sue. I think help is on the way..."
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Uptown, there’s an elite blacktie fundraising event hosted by the Hellfire Club in support of the mutant nation of Krakoa that’s now been disrupted by the invasion. In central park below, both a protest of the US Government’s decision to reject the sovereignty of Krakoa, and the counter-protest, were similarly disrupted by the invasion. Protestors and counter-protestors alike are fleeing from falling debris and laser-fire. Some of that debris begins to grow black robotic arms and uncurl itself out of the ground. The Hivarian BattleBorgs look like giant black and blue robotic bipedal beetles. "Attention Human-Designation-Capitalists, you are now prisoners of the great ERROR ERROR..." Their voices are disrupted by a heavily Russian-accented voice, "The Mighty and Powerful Menace! Fear The Menace!... BZZT!"
Wolverine leaps onto the robot’s back and begins hacking his way through the top of the carapace. "Fear this, ya overgrown tin can!" The BattleBorg is then floored by one of Cyclops’ full-force optic blasts, leaving it little more than smouldering wreckage.
"Find yer own robot, Slim! Plenty to go around! That one’s mine!"
"You’re welcome, Logan…"
BAMF! "Cyclops! There are more of these robots swarming the event."
"Emma... Kurt, get us up there, now!"
Wolverine sarcastically snarls, "Looks like we’ve got more company…"
The three of them back together, now surrounded by a group of the BattleBorgs. Wolverine bares his adamantium claws, Nightcrawler has his sword drawn and his tail flicking, Cyclops has his hand on his visor. He looks up to see a flash of light.
"Mein Gott… Scott… do you see it?"
"I do, Kurt. I do."
Wolverine chomps on his cigar, "Well I’ll be damned…"
********** Inside the ship, Spider-Man is crawling on the ceiling towards what he very much hopes is both the insect’s head and the ship’s cockpit. No signs of crew, except for the robotic drones flying around and the automated androids.
"I never thought we would meet again, Spider-Capitalist! Yet how I’ve looked forward to it!"
Spider-Man’s Spider-Sense explodes and he narrowly dodges a melon-sized yellow-gloved hand reaching to palm his skull. His opponent is dressed in full red and yellow battle armor, a central yellow insignia torn off and a crude ‘M’ carved in its place. His exposed skin is gray and hairless and a mix of scaley and stoney, like some kind of reptilian gargoyle, his eyes solid yellow, with no visible ears and only the barest suggestion of where a nose once was, almost skull-like if not for the bumps and growths. He has two pronounced lower canines shining a brilliant white, opening to show a mouth full of rows of needle-sharp fangs.
"Look, pal," Spidey quips, "You must have me confused with some other Friendly Neighborhood Webslinger. I haven’t even been to Russia!"
"I could never forget you, American Spider-Pig!" Even as he misses Spider-Man’s head, The Menace grabs his ankle. Spidey keeps joking, "Hey, Spider-Ham happens to be a friend of mine, y'know...!" The Menace swings him into the wall with a solid bone-crunching crack, tosses him like a ragdoll sliding against the circuitry-covered corridor. "Joking! Always with the jokings! Who will be laughing now! Me!" That’s when he gets him by the back of the head and Spider-Man has a strangely ominous feeling as The Menace begins cackling, monologuing and slamming Spidey’s face into the wall. "You can’t stop me! None of you can stop me! The day, the city, no, the entire world belongs to The Menace!"
The ship’s computer speaks out, "Time-space anomaly detected."
"What?! No! It can’t be!" The Menace looks out the viewport, and his face is frozen in a grimace of shock. "Lenin’s bones… It can’t be… I’ve won! They were gone. They were never coming back..."
Spider-Man squints as he looks at what The Menace sees, and suddenly his memories begin coming at him all at once. "Wait, I think I remember… How could I have forgotten?"
Spider-Man starts laughing as The Menace keeps beating him, as if he could stop him from saying what he knew Old Web-Head was going to say, but he croaks through it, "Let’s go… Guardians…"
********** In a flash of light in the skies above, it emerges with a deep rumbling whistle. The Guardian-Line resembles a sleek futuristic bullet train outfitted with different jury-rigged technological adaptations to help it travel through multiple dimensions, your exodus from the pocket dimension you were all trapped in, although it seems after many false starts and destinations like you’ve only now returned home. It bursts through a multicolored dimensional portal with rising chiming bells and a trail of different geometrically-shaped bubbles exhausting from the engines. Immediately below it are parallel shimmering rainbow-colored rails guiding it chugging forward. It’s exterior superheating as long doors slide open at the sides, letting the legendary heroes return to the battle. For all the familiar faces among the chaos, there was something eerily familiar in the scene that the Guardians returns to: the city’s in chaos, The Menace is on the loose, and the world needs your help! The Guardians all take to the skies (or for those not so endowed, move otherwise as best and as acrobatically as they can) as they join the battles and rescue efforts at hand.
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Post by andyman on Mar 31, 2020 21:54:26 GMT -5
Flypaper equally missed both his Earth and his home planet of Hiveria. So he was initially thrilled to find life signs from both planets at these galactic coordinates. What he's not so thrilled about now is that they're trying to exterminate eachother!
Intercepting a squadron of Hivarian battle droids, he demands they tell him why they are attacking Earth in his native Hivarian tongue (well, antennae in any case). And when they answer in a Russian accent, with communist trivia, he knows.
"MENACE!" Zzzrx shouts while flying full speed at the queen-ship and blasting an entrance hole into what he knows is both the insect’s head and the ship’s cockpit.
"Let's Go, Guardians!"
Action 1: 5 stones Flight, 2 to fly toward the queenship at 750 MPH. 3 shifted to Defense to avoid obstacles and stray laser blasts along the way.
Action 2: 4 stones Ranged Combat + 6 free stones from his massive Stinger Gun to blast his way into the cockpit, where he hopes to face the Menace!
Health: 6/6 Energy: 9/18
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Post by Janus on Apr 3, 2020 9:08:14 GMT -5
Evka's eyes narrowed and she vanished, travelling astrally toward the ship hanging in the sky. The speed at which she travelled, whilst quick by normal standards seemed torturous slow, like wading through deep water when all she wanted to do was run.
When Flypaper anounced who he thought it was she heard the old witch cackle in the back of her mind. He was right, one more preening rooster for the pot.
Could she afford to let him live long enough to tell her where her sister was? It was a gamble. He would kill her on the principle that he knew she would kill him as soon as look at him.
On the other hand if he was dead she could always reanimate his body and force the information out of him. Assuming the old witch left a body to reanimate. She might be too hungry after so much time with her away.
Either way she had to get to him first.
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Astral Activity (Take body with me): 2 - Get over to the ship
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Apr 6, 2020 18:10:16 GMT -5
From the doorway to the Guardian-Line jumps out a psychotic clown from what one can only assume belongs in an asylum buried deep in the Earth. A psychotic laugh escaping him as the rush of wind tears at what would otherwise be a fragile human form. In what seems like an act of pure unconventional luck he turned and laughed maniacally as he began to turn a Jack-In-The-Box handle. Duh do duh do duh do duh do (ka-bloingg) and out propels a punching glove straight down just as an alien bettle came flying by and slowing his descent. Then he attempts to use the flying beetles as lily pads jumping from one to another to get to the alien mother ship. "JACK BE NIMBLE JACK BE QUICK JACK WILL HIT YOU IN THE HEAD WITH A CANDLESTICK HAHAHAHA"
Health:3 Energy:12 Energy Regen: 6 Energy after:3
Action 1: Close Combat 3 (own inventions) --Punching-Glove Box: (+2) Close Weapon Modifier, 2x damage, Range: 2 into the back of a flying beetle both to slow decent and inflict some pain
Action 2: Acrobatics 6 +3 from boots to leap to and from foe to foe in order to make it to the alien shipa
Modifiers Insanity (Mental Defense) (+4) Reflexive Dodge (+2) Toughness (+2) Costume: (+1) to Defense Goggles: Cybernetic Senses (+1)
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Post by Black Sam on Apr 6, 2020 20:32:56 GMT -5
Wildfire exploded into a small sun after leaping clear of their conveyance, rocketing through the air like a missile.
"Stormcrow!" He called out over the din of battle. "Let's do some crowd control. Jack – remember what I said about killing in the field? Robots don't count!"
Flypaper and Red both zipped off after their own targets, so Jim aimed for a group of the battle droids, buzzing past and between them tauntingly, trying to get as many as he could to follow him into the sky.
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HEALTH: 4/4 ENERGY: 18/18
ACTION ONE: 4 stones into Leadership, 2 each to Stormcrow and Jack ACTION TWO: 5 stones into Flight, 2 shifted for speed (flirting with the sound barrier) and the rest shifted to defense. He wants to taunt as many droids as he can up, up, and away so he can blow them up as a group next panel...
ATTACK: none DEFENSE: 3 (+1 Uniform; Mental 1; Energy 3; Physical destroyed if Hardness < MN 6*)
MODIFIERS: Cybernetic Senses 2; Energy Defense 3; Healing Factor; Immolation 6 (Touch range; instant damage - compare Hardness of attack before defense - object/attack is destroyed if MN is higher*; attack stones = MN if defense is overcome but doesn't combine with CC); Mental Defense 1; Photographic Memory
HEALTH: 4/4
ENERGY: 10/18 REGENERATION: 7
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Post by Gris on Apr 7, 2020 8:57:13 GMT -5
They were back, weren't they? That was their world, it had to be. After everything they went through... Eira didn't even want to consider that something had went wrong. Not this time. As if to confirm her best hope in the worst manner possible, it seemed that the easiest way to confirm that Earth as theirs was to see the trouble it was in. Her teammates itched for action, for justice, and given the villains involved in the attack, maybe something more. With her more capable comrades taking care of the vast army that invaded the city and the feistier ones headed for Menace, Eira knew what she had to do, and that wasn't to wait there, pondering if they were back home at last.
In such a chaotic battle there were bound to be civilians at risk, so perhaps it wasn't the time for her blade, not yet. It was second nature to her, even if it was tiring, so Eira teleported leaving a prismatic trail behind that soon faded. Shimmer, her white garb tinted with the colors of rainbow, jumped and skipped across Manhattan, moving as many people as she could away from falling debris, enemy fire and other dangers of the mayhem around.
Health: 6/6 ; Energy: 18/18 Action: Teleport 6 , to get to the ground and hop when necessary, looking out for civilians in danger. Action: Acrobatics 6, moving around the city and getting people out of harm's way. Health: 6/6 ; Energy: 6/18
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Post by Dhark on Apr 7, 2020 19:55:21 GMT -5
STORMCROWRaijin stood perched in the side of the flying train, feeling not at all in a rush to jump into the fray. It wasn’t that he didn’t see the threat, or those in danger from it... nor was he uncaring of the orders issued by Hammond-san to enter the fray. It just felt... too coincidental. They’d returned home RIGHT in the middle of an attack, one certainly different from the one that had cast them forth into an alternate universe. There was no Onslaught here, nor evidence of that battle. This was new. Different. The players were fewer, but none the less fully capable. Why were they here, and now? Was it just serendipity that they’d returned at the very moment they could make a difference? Was it just lucky that the foe at this battle’s epicenter was one not only known to them, but one with whom some of their team held personal grudges with? That aside... why was The Menace here, and now? What was the purpose in his attack? Just funsies chaos and mayhem? Or was there perhaps, something larger afoot? ========================= ========================= H:E:MODIFIERS: Extended-Life/Immortal, Healing Factor, Reflexive Dodge III, Toughness III EQUIPMENT: Oni Mask (MN3 Shapeshifting, Allspeak), Sandals of Flight (MN3), x2 Fulgurite Tonfa (MN1 each) ACTION 01: 06/08 Efficient Stones into Intelligence + 02 GP stones for 10 total stones to try and identify the root of Menace’s purpose/plan ACTION 02: XX Stones into XXXXX H:E:R:
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Post by dorkknight23 on Apr 8, 2020 10:48:38 GMT -5
Stormcrow surveys the scene, drawing on millennia of godly wisdom and experience. The Menace was a brilliant tactician and spy, but he was no king. In fact, from his position as the focus of The Menace’s spite toward the Divine (vitriol he would also spit at Thor and Hercules when he encountered them,) you remember him holding something of a self-identification and fondness for workers and peasants, holding them in a higher esteem than any other in Heaven. This is why he took the collapse of the "worker’s paradise" in his Mother Russia so poorly. He had used stolen or borrowed alien tech in the past, that was not new. What was strange was the lack of minions. While the Menace was using Hivarian drones and BattleBorgs, those were not true intelligences, based on his past encounters with the Guardians alongside the Hivarians he knew they were all most likely slaved to the ship’s AI. The Menace would often enlist others to his cause, even if he would later betray them in favor of his own zealous devotion to it; where were they now…?
With his superhuman speed and reaction from his Oni heritage, Raijin is able to easily turn and deflect a blow from a quarterstaff head. Raijin’s old friend Sun Wukong has seen better days: captured by the Communist Party he had been subjected to multiple experiments to turn him into a pliable servant of the People’s Party. The brainwashing that has turned him into a zealous Maoist also removed much of the Monkey King’s wit, warmth, charm, humor, and subtlety, now he was little more than a creature of arrogant malice and rage. Now he dressed in a full Chinese army uniform (with no shoes or helmet) instead of his usual flashy red and gold robes, the magical headband of Guanyin replaced by an electronic shock band, the former Monkey King still flies by on his golden cloud and carries his extending staff. He had electrodes still visible to his body and his body jerked occasionally as if still being shocked. He strikes multiple times as his cloud swings past Raijin, turning back and twirling his staff rapidly, but does not land any meaningful blow on the thunder god, a fact that he knows could quickly change.
If his old friend recognized him, he did not say anything, instead only growling through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with fire. ******** Spider-Man’s mask is torn to show his lips and mouth, a long trickle of blood is running from underneath it and down his chin. One of the “eyes” is cracked. He takes The Menace’s momentary distraction to leap away, clinging to a distant wall, "Friends of yours? Shame I didn’t get the invite, would have brought some pizza rolls."
If The Menace actually heard what Spider-Man was saying he was not responding to it. He was ranting and raving as he tried to turn the entirety of the battleship’s weaponry on the oncoming Guardians, "Why?! Why must the Glorious Worker’s Revolution crumble to dust again and again yet you mouldy relics still survive?! Why?! Why?! By Marx’s Beard, why?!"
"Hey buddy this isn’t really my place to say but have you ever considered therapy...?" ********* Iron Man turns his head and rockets off towards a high-rise, "huh. how ‘bout that? C’mon, Matchstick, you’re with me, situation’s handled. There’s one Human Torch too many out here and I think you’re it." Johnny only shouts an offended, "Hey!" before following behind Stark with a trail of flame. From the Fantasti-Car, Reed, Sue, and Ben see the Hivarian Battleship turn its full weapon load on the Guardians emerging from the Guardian-Liner. "Something about that train… Reed, wasn’t there a team of heroes based out of an old subway station uptown? We…There were parties with them and the Avengers... Was Carey Grant there...?"
"Sue, I need you to focus and focus your fields upwards! The Guardians are going to need all the help they can get!"
"Stretch-O… Susie... Did you guys lose yer marbles? How the Heck do you know ‘em?! Who the heck are The Guardians?" The Thing scratches his head. When Flypaper flies by, a flash of recognition passed Ben Grimm’s rocky countenance, and he began angrily ranting, shaking his orange fist, "Hey I know that palooka! You sticky-footed so-and-so, get back here! You still owes me one Coney Island hot dog and I still owes ya a Clobberin’!"
Flypaper bobs and weaves past the Hivarian drones and the ship’s laser fire, saving his shots until he’s close enough to punch a hole in the ship’s cockpit.
Wildfire calls the shots as he bobs and weaves, the drones following his fiery trail with dogged persistence, and the Guardians quickly follow suit. Soon Wildfire’s got the survivors all following him and quickly gaining speed towards their immolation. Jack-in-The-Box smashes a couple straggler drones as he bounds towards the ship and quickly finds himself joining Flypaper and Infra-Red in confronting The Menace. The Fantastic Four consider the crimefighting clown with more silent shock than amusement.
Infra-Red emerges from non-Euclidean space to interpose The Menace and Spider-Man. Behind them Flypaper and Jack-in-The-Box are rapidly deploying.
The Menace seems genuinely confused as he steps back and goes on the defensive, "You Guardians have an annoying habit of returning when it is most inconvenient. But there is nothing you can do!"
Each of you has the distinct feeling of deja vu of the Menace telling them the exact phrase "But there is nothing you can do!" and a different distinct instance of doing something that undid all his evil plans nonetheless. ********* Shimmer emerges through rainbow flashes from spot to spot. Civilians in the most dire straits are now being congregated near Central Park. Wolverine bursts out of a pile of Hivarian BattleBorgs claws first, screaming and covered in oily viscera.
Kurt seems momentarily distracted by the Asgardian, "Like a vision out of Wagner, sweet Byrnhilde..."
"Stay with us, Elf!" Logan snaps but she’s already vanished again in a flash.
Cyclops orders, "Kurt, I need you to take the three of us up there, now!" Nightcrawler quickly gains his composure, and with his two teammates holding onto his shoulders, disappear with a cloud of sulfurous smoke and a BAMF!
As Shimmer emerges out to her next destination she finds herself a considerable elevation above the ground in what looks to be a high-rise ball room hosting a black tie gala event. From the outfits of the serving staff, she recognized the infamous Hellfire Club, and a half-torn banner overhead read: ‘Krakoan Sovereignty Fund Charity Fundraiser,’ although it was now torn on the word ‘Sovereignty.’
The guests are for the most part huddled in either corner. Emma Frost appears to be all that stands between their guests and Omega Red. Her white dress has been completely demolished, leaving only her corset and negligee underneath, her diamond body entangled with Omega Red’s carbonandium tendrils.
Omega Red is the first to recognize Shimmer’s arrival, "More gatecrashers! No matter! The plan remains the same!"
The White Queen curls her lip and tries to stand her ground, squaring her hips, "Darling, have you ever considered the possibility no-one cares?" (OOC: Nightcrawler, Wolverine, and Cyclops will arrive at the start of action next panel, but Shimmer’s free to act as she wants from here.)
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Post by andyman on Apr 8, 2020 17:16:39 GMT -5
As much as Zzzrx would love to punch the Menace's light's out, this is a Hivarian starcraft and Flypaper is the team's best hope of wrestling it out from under the control of this communist criminal. The mighty Hivarian hero flies to where he can do the most good to take control of this ship from the hive-world of his birth.
Action 1: 2 stones Flight to fly at 750 MPH to where he can do the most good.
Action 2: 5 stones Technology to figure out where it is he can do the most good and how to stop the deployment of battle-drones and make the ship cease firing on his friends, allies and adopted home...planet Earth.
Health: 6/6 Energy: 8/18
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Post by Gris on Apr 9, 2020 7:27:24 GMT -5
Going from spot to spot, Shimmer couldn't help but frown. Sure, she didn't expect things to be just peachy and idyllic or it wouldn't be their real world, but was it asking too much for five minutes of peace just as they returned? She didn't have time to check on things, to even pause for a moment to recover from what happened and how much did it cost to get back and they already were in the midst of another crisis. Without a second to spare to check her surroundings, oblivious to anything around her, she kept moving until she stumbled upon an unfriendly view.
There was a lot of weirdness she didn't recognize, but even if she didn't have the time to ponder about what that Krakoan Sovereignty thing meant, Shimmer knew about the Hellfire Club. It was somewhat reassuring that there was, at least in Omega Red's own words, a plan behind this mayhem. A plan could be stopped, thwarted. Shimmer did recognize Emma Frost, mostly by the place, attitude and outfit or perhaps lack of it, as her shiny look was something new to her. "No invite, not a member and I'm not sure of the dress code" Eira commented, making some time. Omega Red was sure on the bad side, and considering that Emma was between civilians and him, Shimmer counted the White Queen on the good side at least for the time being. "Hands-off... well, tentacles-off the lady" Shimmer said, frowning. Her white attire glimmered with the colors of the rainbow once more as a prismatic sword appeared in her hand. It looked too big for her frame, but she had no trouble brandishing what could amount to a shard of Bifrost itself.
It was in part bravado, the trip there costed her a bit and she needed to catch her breath, but it was a matter of seconds she could easily fend off Omega Red. Because his tentacles wouldn't work if she blocked them with the sword, or so she hoped. Unable to see the sky she couldn't slip by its grasp, so she couldn't allow herself to get caught.
Health: 6/6 ; Energy: 15/18 Action: Rainbow Shard Sword 5, to summon it. Action: Close Combat 6 to get Omega Red's attention and fend him off Emma and the civilians. Combat stones 11, split in: Attack: 4 (2x Damage) to get his attention, Defense 7 (+3 Toughness).
Health: 6/6 ; Energy: 4/18
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Post by Janus on Apr 10, 2020 7:45:07 GMT -5
Evka smiled as she appeared in front of the Menace. He seemed genuinely panicked to see them.
"Spiderman. You look in bad shape. Let me take over. So, Ivan, we talk about old times, ok? Now... WHERE. IS. MY..."
And with that she vanished in a blur appearing directly behind him, her hand on the sides of his head pouring the full force of her death touch into him.
"Sister." She whispered softly in his ear.
He had already shown he wasn't going to tell her willingly. Turning him into a zombie under her control was her only option, first though he had to die.
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Close combat: 13 (spec Super speed attacks, x3 damage)
Health 5/5 Energy 3/12 Defence: 3
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Post by RidiculousNinja on Apr 10, 2020 10:32:37 GMT -5
"Naughty, Naughty. Nighty Night. Let's make this your last fight, ahahahahahhahaa." Knowing full well that he was told not to kill, the deadly clown instead opens up the Menace for Infra-Red. As he jumps into the room Jack in the Box in hand. Firing off confetti that snakes through the air attempting to tighten and entangle. From his toy filled sack he pulls out another box loaded with a surprise, prepared to use it if the Menace escapes his demise.
Health:3 Energy:9 Energy Regen: 6 Energy after:5
Action 1: ranged Combat 4 (Own Inventions) --Entangling Confetti Box: (+1) Weapon modifier, Attack vs. Agility and Defense to stun (entangle)
Action 2: None
Modifiers Insanity (Mental Defense) (+4) Reflexive Dodge (+2) Toughness (+2) Costume: (+1) to Defense Goggles: Cybernetic Senses (+1)
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Post by Dhark on Apr 10, 2020 16:53:03 GMT -5
STORMCROW”Sun Wukong! Raijin exclaimed via fluent Chinese, taking to the air at a run in pursuit. ”My friend... The Proud King... I spy another crown of servitude has been placed upon your brow by those who would deny you your due.” There is sympathy in his voice for this recurring plight. ”Tell me Mighty King, are you content to let a mere mortal control one whom even All the Gods in Heaven and Demons Below have rightly feared for generations? Would you truly let this unclean one dictate whom you should see as friend or foe? ” His voice turned with sympathy to challenge, trying to awaken the primal warrior within... hoping to spark that core aspect of independence that defined him. He could but hope that there was still some of the God he knew remaining within. ========================= ========================= H:05/05 E:12/12MODIFIERS: Extended-Life/Immortal, Healing Factor, Reflexive Dodge III, Toughness III EQUIPMENT: Oni Mask (MN3 Shapeshifting, Allspeak), Sandals of Flight (MN3), x2 Fulgurite Tonfa (MN1 each) ACTION 01: 04 Stones into Social Skills to try and awaken Sun Wukong from the control crown. ACTION 02: 02 Stones into Ninja + 02 GP from Fulgurite Tonfas + 03 GP from Reflexive Dodge + 03 GP from Toughness for a total of 10 Stones into Defense... just in case! H:05/05 E:06/12R:06
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Post by Black Sam on Apr 12, 2020 11:57:45 GMT -5
Wildfire arced into the sky just a little higher, dragging the deadly drones away from his allies. He slowed to his apogee just as the enemy was upon him, clenching his muscles as he gathered power. When the first drone lashed out, Jim exploded in a nova of crimson plasma that cast new shadows over the great city below; the screech of the blast echoed from man-made canyons like forge-fired steel plunging in a bath of cold water.
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HEALTH: 4/4 ENERGY: 16/18
ACTION ONE: 6 stones into Mastery of Fire for a 200-foot diameter area attack ACTION TWO: 1 stone into Flight to maintain altitude ATTACK: 6 stones, area attack DEFENSE: 1 (+1 Uniform; Mental 1; Energy 3; Physical destroyed if Hardness < MN 6*)
MODIFIERS: Cybernetic Senses 2; Energy Defense 3; Healing Factor; Immolation 6 (Touch range; instant damage - compare Hardness of attack before defense - object/attack is destroyed if MN is higher*; attack stones = MN if defense is overcome but doesn't combine with CC); Mental Defense 1; Photographic Memory
HEALTH: 4/4
ENERGY: 9/18 REGENERATION: 7
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Post by dorkknight23 on Apr 13, 2020 8:46:37 GMT -5
Sun Wukong hoots at Raijin, shocks of energy emanating from the crown and reverberating through his divine body and he spits (and spouts what sounds largely like empty rhetorical points), "The Greatest Sage Under Heaven serves The People’s Revolution now, Comrade Raijin! Abandon the Sky-Council! Abandon the Heavens! Learn to love the Party! Learn to love the Fear! Fear The Menace! Fear The Revolution!" He swung his quarterstaff more like a club: The Monkey King was a legendary opponent, one of the most feared warriors of the alliance of Buddhist, Confucian, and Daoist Xian spirits that made up China’s Celestial Bureaucracy, at his full faculties he would have proven a real challenge to the entire assembled Guardians and then some, but here he was a pathetic shadow of his former self; still, he had enough brute strength to make him an opponent to not entirely underestimate, even for the Stormcrow. They both are shook by the distant brunt of Wildfire’s Nova Blast, which drops the drones like so much smouldering debris. The Fantasti-Car is now repositioning itself to get Reed and Ben into closer range of the fight between the two gods while Sue focuses her invisible force fields although she seems to relax slightly, "Reed, look! The blasts have stopped!" The Thing groused, "I ain’t so sure that’s such a good sign, Susie…" ********** At the Hellfire Club benefit, Shimmer interceded between Emma Frost and Omega Red. Emma snarked, "Any other day I might object to a party-crasher, but right about now I’ll take any help I can get, frankly." Omega Red tries and fails to disarm Shimmer, her rainbow blade slices one of the Soviet Super-Soldier’s tendrils as it tries to gain purchase. He shouts at her, "Do not intervene, whoever you are! You are either with The Revolution or you are against it!" Just then, Nightcrawler teleports in with Cyclops and Wolverine, the latter flies into one of his signature berserker rages at the sight of Omega Red. Adamantium claws at the ready, Logan charges, only to get struck from out of nowhere by what looks like a solid orb of dull metal, sending him crashing into a wall. Hovering in on a platform made of solid ground was a Cuban man dressed in a full suit of unstable molecule battle armor. He controls the meteor with an extended hand and his focus of will, something Cyclops immediately zeroes in on: "Nightcrawler, interference." " Ja, Scott! On it!" BAMF! Nightcrawler lands on the platform only to get his feet swept out from under him, and that same meteoric metal sent careening into the blue elf’s frail fuzzy body. He spoke with a heavy Cuban accent but no lack of eloquence or passion, "The so-called-Uncanny X-Men, don’t you know no man is an island, and no mutant either? My people suffer and die as yours do, they cry out in pain, and nothing is done for either! Now Comrade Menace will join the whole world together in One Revolution! You face not one man! You face not even El Mundo! You face La Revolucion!" Omega Red seemed emboldened by his ally even as he weathers an optic blast from Cyclops, taunting "You may outnumber us, but you will never defeat us!" Cyclops intones apathetically as he gradually widens the beam on his visor, "That’s what they all say..." ******** Inside the ship, for the first time in ages The Guardians and The Menace met in battle again. Spider-Man seemed extremely confused by the rush on oncoming memories as he encountered The Guardians. For Flypaper, he could even hear a bit of the youthful squeak of his junior as he stammered and struggled to place them all, "Y-you guys… Don’t tell me…" He pointed between the Guardians present, "Cold War Hottie, It All Floats Down Here, and my Big-Brother-from-Another-Genus… Deja vu anyone?" While Webhead’s struggling to get a handle on the chaos, Flypaper manages to get the cannon autofire deactivated. He begins initiating the drone and BattleBorg recalls in time to notice that someone disabled the drones en masse (probably Wildfire). The humanoid-form (or, to Zzzrx’s perspective, Hivarian-form) security robots would return to the ship to their respective charging ports, but he saw one particular group of them being led straight there on an independent control circuit. The Menace glowered at Infra-Red as he was struck by the one-two blow of her Death Touch and Jack-in-the-Box’s entangling patent-pending trick confetti. He coughed and wheezed in pain as his enhanced radiation-hardened form struggled to take the full brunt of her deadly attack, a trickle of black blood running down his grey chin, "You should know better, Devochka. With Comrade Stalin as my witness, I yearn to spit in the face of that accursed hag who whelped you as much as you do! Even after all this time gone you are a slave to her machinations the way our people remain a slave to the Bourgeoisie! She is enemy of Revolution! All those who have grown fat on capitalist corruption are enemies of The Revolution! Just as you all are enemies of The Revolution!" Two security blast doors open with a woosh! Out of the doors comes a detachment of six Hivarian BattleBorg robots, led by a two more costumed supercriminals. The first was the dreaded October Rider, a revolutionary rider Spirit of Vengeance on a ghostly bear, wearing a fur hat on his flaming skull head and carrying a hellfire-blazing hatchet (OOC: unfortunately not one of my mine). The second hovered in, her writhing thorax inches above the ground covered in vestigial legs, wings shimmering gossamer, segmented eyes, but the torso, arms, head of an otherwise human (or Hivarian) woman. Flypaper recognized the Mad Monarchist herself Mother Mayfly who sought to use her mutant mind control to seize control of the Hivarian Hive’s Queendom for herself. Now, though, it seemed she had sought refuge (and likely this stolen Hivarian technology) to the cause of The Revolution. If anyone had the controls to these remaining BattleBorgs it was likely her. The Menace’s rantings, as deluded as they may be, did hint to a certain method to his madness. "Guardians, allow me to introduce you to the real heroes the world requires. Remember: ‘ For as long as there is corruption in need of revolt so shall it have The Revolution!’" Spider-Man jokes softly to himself, " I swear to God if Prince shows up I’m going to die…" OOC:
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