Icons Issue 1 : Withdrawal Symptoms

Necro

Banjo wrote:

OOC: Can I get an Awareness roll, number to beat is 10?

OOC: Rolled a 12. Sorry was on nights just awake!

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

One Loomie still edges towards him, baby stepping, clearly still affected by this kind-of-illusory-kind-of-real-definitely-gods-mistake fog. The lumpen creature is beginning to peel itself off the wall by the teller counters. The old guy is no longer mooing. The remaining customers are slowly inching towards walls and huddling out of the way. Through the main door, Indy's view of the street is obscured by the van in the doorway.

Indigo presses his fingers to his temple and attempts to pull one of the Loomie's legs upward so he falls onto his back. If it works he goes to deck the Loomie into unconciousness.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: Rolled a 12. Sorry was on nights just awake!

OOC : No worries. I don't think any of us are on compatible schedules. Also - re: Roll; Hot diggity dog!

Inspecting the security panels is fruitless, they're tied to a software back-end that's beyond the reach of her influence, however Squirramorph notices a strange kind of dead zone in the wall behind them. Not that she feels nothing, but that there's an absence of feeling, a void that's the wrong shape or depth as if something is actively preventing her from extending her influence.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : No worries. I don't think any of us are on compatible schedules. Also - re: Roll; Hot diggity dog!

Inspecting the security panels is fruitless, they're tied to a software back-end that's beyond the reach of her influence, however Squirramorph notices a strange kind of dead zone in the wall behind them. Not that she feels nothing, but that there's an absence of feeling, a void that's the wrong shape or depth as if something is actively preventing her from extending her influence.

OOC:

Squiramorph frowns and looks up at the cameras, pushing her influence into them in a bid to discover what entered the room.

Absent-mindedly she calls to Plas;

'Yeah, only we get through that door is by force Plas, unless there's an ID card lying around.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo presses his fingers to his temple and attempts to pull one of the Loomie's legs upward so he falls onto his back. If it works he goes to deck the Loomie into unconciousness.

Doug's shoe begins to rise towards the ceiling.
"THE MOUSE HAS GOT ME!" he screams, before he's silenced by a punch to the face. There's a crash and a weird slopping noise over by the teller windows - the Tallowman is flowing through a cashier drawer to the other side of the windows.

OOC : I just need to be clear. First, that's 2 turns of movement - the lift and the punch. Also generally this will probably fail as a tactic in combat because you have only just enough strength in this power to lift a man off the ground which gives them a lot of scope to resist - ideally you'd need another 2 points so you can effectively throw his leg into the air. I don't want you to be disappointed in the future if I cockblock this move. However I think it's fair game here given the circumstances!

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC:

Squiramorph frowns and looks up at the cameras, pushing her influence into them in a bid to discover what entered the room.

Absent-mindedly she calls to Plas;

'Yeah, only we get through that door is by force Plas, unless there's an ID card lying around.

The camera is relatively easy to overcome, responding almost immediately to only a gentle push - she is able to rotate it and tilt it freely, with a little more pressure she can alter the position of the focusing group.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

The camera is relatively easy to overcome, responding almost immediately to only a gentle push - she is able to rotate it and tilt it freely, with a little more pressure she can alter the position of the focusing group.

OOC: To be clear, this is the outer camera not one that may/may not be behind the door of doom?

Squiramorph pushes her presence back up the camera feed and into the terminal controlling it, looking to review the footage from the past... hour.

OOC: Let's say hour and not week of poor old Plas trying to get through this door :P

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

The ATM prompts her to insert her card

After Shelly has done her transactions that she came here to do, she turns away from the ATM and proceeds to grab the closest unconscious bad guy by the collar and drags them out through the hole left by the vans.


If there is no more bad guys in the foyer, she dials back her fog to make the foyer fog free, so that the innocents can see and flee to any police line that may or may not have been established.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

OOC: To be clear, this is the outer camera not one that may/may not be behind the door of doom?

Squiramorph pushes her presence back up the camera feed and into the terminal controlling it, looking to review the footage from the past... hour.

OOC: Let's say hour and not week of poor old Plas trying to get through this door :P

OOC : Sorry Necro - not trying to be a pain but that's not something you can do. You can physically control the camera's machinery. What you're trying to do is interface with the governing system that it feeds it's data into. That's not what your power does, I'm afraid.

I can't stress enough that I'm not doing this to frustrate you, it's just an unhappy byproduct of me throwing a bank together before you'd rolled your powers!

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : Sorry Necro - not trying to be a pain but that's not something you can do. You can physically control the camera's machinery. What you're trying to do is interface with the governing system that it feeds it's data into. That's not what your power does, I'm afraid.

I can't stress enough that I'm not doing this to frustrate you, it's just an unhappy byproduct of me throwing a bank together before you'd rolled your powers!

OOC: So I can lock a door mechanically or probably make a mean coffee without the use of my hands, but when it comes to most modern vehicles etc. that have CPUs... I can't do anything? What a **** power that I have 7 in :pac:

Squiramorph turns to Plas and shrugs.

'I got nothing - can't unlock the door as there's some sort of... dead spot... blocking me. We gotta kick it in or leave them to it.'

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

After Shelly has done her transactions that she came here to do, she turns away from the ATM and proceeds to grab the closest unconscious bad guy by the collar and drags them out through the hole left by the vans.

OOC : You didn't insert your card when prompted! I was going to inception you into giving me your pin! Foiled again...

Shelly drags a gauntleted Loomie out into the street. Outside is a discordian din of sirens, shouts, screams, the muffled whapping of several helicopters overhead. Uniformed cops are struggling to contain a growing mix of interested lollygaggers and irate pedestrians being forced to find other routes. Inside the cordon, in defensive positions behind regular squad cars, SUVs and a couple of SWAT vans, an - I believe the correct group term is inconvenience - of police train their weapons on the door. On seeing Shelly emerge, there is a loud crackle as a large number of hammers are thumbed. Several spotlights swing around, dazzling her. Over a bullhorn, a metallic voice orders her to halt.

Baggly

Necrominus wrote: »

Squiramorph turns to Plas and shrugs.

'I got nothing - can't unlock the door as there's some sort of... dead spot... blocking me. We gotta kick it in or leave them to it.'

Plas narrows his eyes. 'Let's give the old fashioned way a shot'

He braces his back foot and with the underside of his boot, kicks the door as hard as he can.



OOC: I mean hopefully it looks like that. It does in Plas' head anyway.

OOCPS: I know the door doesnt look like that door and is a side sliding door.

OOCPPS: Can i retcon in that hat?

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : You didn't insert your card when prompted! I was going to inception you into giving me your pin! Foiled again...

Shelly drags a gauntleted Loomie out into the street. Outside is a discordian din of sirens, shouts, screams, the muffled whapping of several helicopters overhead. Uniformed cops are struggling to contain a growing mix of interested lollygaggers and irate pedestrians being forced to find other routes. Inside the cordon, in defensive positions behind regular squad cars, SUVs and a couple of SWAT vans, an - I believe the correct group term is inconvenience - of police train their weapons on the door. On seeing Shelly emerge, there is a loud crackle as a large number of hammers are thumbed. Several spotlights swing around, dazzling her. Over a bullhorn, a metallic voice orders her to halt.

Shelly drops the unconscious fellow and strafes shuffles sideways to where there is concrete not glass between the gunmen inside bank and herself.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Doug's shoe begins to rise towards the ceiling.
"THE MOUSE HAS GOT ME!" he screams, before he's silenced by a punch to the face. There's a crash and a weird slopping noise over by the teller windows - the Tallowman is flowing through a cashier drawer to the other side of the windows.

OOC : I just need to be clear. First, that's 2 turns of movement - the lift and the punch. Also generally this will probably fail as a tactic in combat because you have only just enough strength in this power to lift a man off the ground which gives them a lot of scope to resist - ideally you'd need another 2 points so you can effectively throw his leg into the air. I don't want you to be disappointed in the future if I cockblock this move. However I think it's fair game here given the circumstances!

OOC: That makes perfect sense, I was just holding out hope for the circumstances

Indigo decides to turn to his gaseous form and try a similar trick as the Tallowman on another cashier drawer in order to follow him.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Plas narrows his eyes. 'Let's give the old fashioned way a shot'

He braces his back foot and with the underside of his boot, kicks the door as hard as he can.



OOC: I mean hopefully it looks like that. It does in Plas' head anyway.

OOCPS: I know the door doesnt look like that door and is a side sliding door.

OOCPPS: Can i retcon in that hat?

Roll d6+your str Vs the door (11)
Retcons cost Advantage! No soup for you!

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly drops the unconscious fellow and strafes shuffles sideways to where there is concrete not glass between the gunmen inside bank and herself.

Some red dots appear on her chest.
"Halt! Police! Final warning, citizen - we are authorised to use deadly force"

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: That makes perfect sense, I was just holding out hope for the circumstances

Indigo decides to turn to his gaseous form and try a similar trick as the Tallowman on another cashier drawer in order to follow him.

In his gaseous form, Indy glides through without needing to damage a drawer. On the far side the Tallowman has coalesced, half running half flowing towards a stairwell beyond the security door that separates the customer hall from this area. Without the glass to muffle it, Indy can now hear a fair amount of activity from the stairwell, descending.

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

Some red dots appear on her chest.
"Halt! Police! Final warning, citizen - we are authorised to use deadly force"

"This is a fine example for the others customers trying to flee the bank. Allow us to at least escape the flying bullets coming from the bank before shooting us fleeing customers, there are other customers in the foyer who are looking to escape from these thugs," she gives the thug a light kick," and you get us to halt within range of their guns."



"Who trained you guys?", shelly lies prone, so as to have as little of her profile visible to stray bullets which may come out from within the bank.

Necro

While Plas is kicking the door, Squiramorph looks for any vents or ducts in the room that might lead past their greatest challenge of the past decade in crime fighting.

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

"This is a fine example for the others customers trying to flee the bank. Allow us to at least escape the flying bullets coming from the bank before shooting us fleeing customers, there are other customers in the foyer who are looking to escape from these thugs," she gives the thug a light kick," and you get us to halt within range of their guns."



"Who trained you guys?", shelly lies prone, so as to have as little of her profile visible to stray bullets which may come out from within the bank.

A number of police break forward moving in pairs of duos - one pair moving while the other covers, then switching roles. Most of them move in wide arcs out from the line of fire and towards the walls either side of the doorway, but one quartet closes on Shelly. Ignoring her complaints, the first pair Ziploc her hands while the other check her victim.
"****ing Loomie, gov!" Calls one as Shelly is patted down for weaponry and devices.
"Ah ****. So what are you? A vidge? Mutt?"
She feels a sting in her wrist and there's a harsh buzz a few seconds later.
"Conchie? Just an innocent citizen who accidentally picked up a gang banger instead of their ATM receipt, hmmm?" He hauls Shelly to her feet. Beside her the Loomie is hoisted in a fireman lift.
"Take the nonreg to the Soup van, let those pricks handle her and don't forget to Charlotte her, anyone walks on a technicality you're all bus conductors in the morning. "

As she's marched back to the police line, her escort chants "you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to have an attorney present, you have the right to bear powers, any powers you fail to declare or control can and will be held against you..."

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

While Plas is kicking the door, Squiramorph looks for any vents or ducts in the room that might lead past their greatest challenge of the past decade in crime fighting.

Plas delivers a mighty blow to the door - it judders, cracking the plaster on the walls to either side but it does not give. Indeed, Plas's foot seems far more likely to give than the door.

(Major failure - there will be consequences. You can try again but it will require a Determined Effort.)

Squiramorph spies some Aircon ducting and a grate up near the roof

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

Plas delivers a mighty blow to the door - it judders, cracking the plaster on the walls to either side but it does not give. Indeed, Plas's foot seems far more likely to give than the door.

(Major failure - there will be consequences. You can try again but it will require a Determined Effort.)

Squiramorph spies some Aircon ducting and a grate up near the roof

Scaling the wall quickly, Squiramorph attempts to open the grate in the roof before mouthing her familiar phrase...

'Form of - a porcupine!'

Then she's up and into the duct (hopefully), snuffling and snorting and banging her tail threateningly.

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

A number of police break forward moving in pairs of duos - one pair moving while the other covers, then switching roles. Most of them move in wide arcs out from the line of fire and towards the walls either side of the doorway, but one quartet closes on Shelly. Ignoring her complaints, the first pair Ziploc her hands while the other check her victim.
"****ing Loomie, gov!" Calls one as Shelly is patted down for weaponry and devices.
"Ah ****. So what are you? A vidge? Mutt?"
She feels a sting in her wrist and there's a harsh buzz a few seconds later.
"Conchie? Just an innocent citizen who accidentally picked up a gang banger instead of their ATM receipt, hmmm?" He hauls Shelly to her feet. Beside her the Loomie is hoisted in a fireman lift.
"Take the nonreg to the Soup van, let those pricks handle her and don't forget to Charlotte her, anyone walks on a technicality you're all bus conductors in the morning. "

As she's marched back to the police line, her escort chants "you have the right to remain silent, you have the right to have an attorney present, you have the right to bear powers, any powers you fail to declare or control can and will be held against you..."

Once beyond the police line Shelly lets the complete fog illusion slowly disapate.


"Do you have some tea and biscuits, the sugar will help, that was some ordeal, and maybe a trauma counsellor, and get me a medic to check me out, as they drove that bloody van into me while i was queueing to use the ATM. Once the adrenalin wears off I'm gonna be in a lot of pain."

Banjo

The grate comes away easily enough, and she snuffles inside. The duct runs left-right. Left would be back towards the stairwell, right towards the next room. Her quills bristle in the cold air.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

The grate comes away easily enough, and she snuffles inside. The duct runs left-right. Left would be back towards the stairwell, right towards the next room. Her quills bristle in the cold air.

Squirapine shuffles right and continues in that direction, listening for any sounds coming from the next room.

Baggly

Banjo wrote: »

Plas delivers a mighty blow to the door - it judders, cracking the plaster on the walls to either side but it does not give. Indeed, Plas's foot seems far more likely to give than the door.

(Major failure - there will be consequences. You can try again but it will require a Determined Effort.)

Squiramorph spies some Aircon ducting and a grate up near the roof

Plas steps back from the door and steadies himself on the security desk, taking some of the weight off his unjured leg/foot.

He keeps an eye out in the direction of the stairwell while SM tries to find another way in.

Nebelwerfer

Randy looks around him, as he feels the fog dissipating in the area.

He raises both his hands into the sky, as if to give special thanks to "the man" above.



He looks around to see if he can make things out more clearly now.

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Once beyond the police line Shelly lets the complete fog illusion slowly disapate.

OOC : Oh thank god.

As the fog retreats, the SWAT teams line up either side of the door, one member from each side stepping into the doorway and firing off several rounds with loud, hollow pops. Smoke begins to billow out of the door.

ooc : Oh for ****'s sake, DeNantes!

"Do you have some tea and biscuits, the sugar will help, that was some ordeal, and maybe a trauma counsellor, and get me a medic to check me out, as they drove that bloody van into me while i was queueing to use the ATM. Once the adrenalin wears off I'm gonna be in a lot of pain."

Shelly is taken to a truck labelled DoSC and sat down on an uncomfortable bench in the back. Her binds are cut and she's handed a cup of ****ty vending machine coffee. A kindly face in a uniform sits on the bench opposite. He nonchalantly places a small device on the bench beside him which whirs to life and plays the familiar "FlexCo!" choral sting before declaring that Cybarrister 3000 is online.

"Sorry about that Ma'am, DeNantes can be efficacious to the point of obnoxiousness, but hes just trying to protect the city - the normal parts any way - and his men are stretched thin and pushed to the brink since the Big Guy stopped clocking in for his shift. I hope you understand. Now before we let you go on your way, I need to make sure you have these..."

He presents her with a number of pamphlets, the top one shows Priory from the Peacekeepers comforting a weeping man entitled "Supertrauma : we're here for you!"

"We have an officer standing by to see you home. As soon as you're ready. Take your time.

Oh... And one small question - how is it you came to be walking out of a bank heist perpetrated by three incredibly dangerous known supercrims, dragging one of their gang behind you?"

you never did say what Devices you use for your gimmick powers. Decide now, let me know how visible and/or removable they are and how much trouble you would like to be in. That's not a threat, it's genuinely up to you

Necrominus wrote: »

Squirapine shuffles right and continues in that direction, listening for any sounds coming from the next room.

As she approaches a nearby grate she hears voices below.
"...of them now. Stand by the door, on Menorah's signal we go through and wax em."
"Wax em. That's good. Cause like, it's gangster talk but, you know, wax, like... candles. Wanna cookie?"
"Thanks. Yeah, I'm all about the wordplay. I'm gonna go John Wick on their asses!"
"That one doesn't work."
"Worked for your mother"
"That was Doug's mother"
"Why'd she keep talking about you then?"
"How dja think I got my hands on these cookies? By putting my hands on -"
"Christ! No baking puns! D'olier will have your ****ing head!"

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Randy looks around him, as he feels the fog dissipating in the area.

He raises both his hands into the sky, as if to give special thanks to "the man" above.

He looks around to see if he can make things out more clearly now.

In front of him the waxy monstrosity peels himself from the window, rips a door out and flows through. He becomes aware of another customer standing defiantly as the fog clears, but he seems to fade with the fog.

Behind him there's a series of thinks and hisses.

Pter wrote: »

Plas steps back from the door and steadies himself on the security desk, taking some of the weight off his unjured leg/foot.

He keeps an eye out in the direction of the stairwell while SM tries to find another way in.

*Whistles nonchalantly*

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

As she approaches a nearby grate she hears voices below.
"...of them now. Stand by the door, on Menorah's signal we go through and wax em."
"Wax em. That's good. Cause like, it's gangster talk but, you know, wax, like... candles. Wanna cookie?"
"Thanks. Yeah, I'm all about the wordplay. I'm gonna go John Wick on their asses!"
"That one doesn't work."
"Worked for your mother"
"That was Doug's mother"
"Why'd she keep talking about you then?"
"How dja think I got my hands on these cookies? By putting my hands on -"
"Christ! No baking puns! D'olier will have your ****ing head!"

Squirapine peers through the grate trying to get a bead on how many are below her. She also looks out to see if she can spy what's causing the interference with her powers in the room.

Baggly

OOC: Banjo, is the room something like this? Like, is there a space to the side of the door i can stand, so that im not just standing in front of it while keeping look out?

Aware i dont know what SM has heard yet, but i dont think Plas would just stand in a possible line of fire for the lolz. If so, Plas will stand where the x is.

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

OOC: Banjo, is the room something like this? Like, is there a space to the side of the door i can stand, so that im not just standing in front of it while keeping look out?

Aware i dont know what SM has heard yet, but i dont think Plas would just stand in a possible line of fire for the lolz. If so, Plas will stand where the x is.

Top to bottom it goes stairs, desk on the right (long side parallel with right wall) and exit to carpark on left, overkill door.

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

In his gaseous form, Indy glides through without needing to damage a drawer. On the far side the Tallowman has coalesced, half running half flowing towards a stairwell beyond the security door that separates the customer hall from this area. Without the glass to muffle it, Indy can now hear a fair amount of activity from the stairwell, descending.

Indigo follows in gaseous form, unsure of what to expect.

Baggly

Plas stands where-ever provides the best cover / angle to avoid an attack that may originate from beyond the door, trying his best to keep an ear out for the door opening, and on anything that comes down the stairs.

Banjo

Porcumorph can see 2, but sounds from beyond the narrow angle afforded by the grate suggest there are more.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

Porcumorph can see 2, but sounds from beyond the narrow angle afforded by the grate suggest there are more.

Porcumorph/Squirapine/insert other porcupine/SM combo shuffles onwards past the grate, looking for a larger entryway into the room. Preferably over the head of one of the Loomies.

Baggly

Plas walks over to the stairs and takes a look up to see what he can see and hear what he can hear.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo follows in gaseous form, unsure of what to expect.

At the stairwell, the creature resolidifies, meeting with 7 Loomies coming down the stairs. 3 with gauntlets, 3 with candlesticks and one seemingly unarmed - this last one pauses to bark into a communicator "30 seconds, Sis - make sure you're ready!"

He turns to his men and growls, then flings his arms out to his sides. There's a slightly nauseating tearing noise and a metallic schnikk! as antler-like candelabra emerge from between his clenched knuckles.

They proceed down the stairs.

Ooc : couldn't get my kids to draw you a picture, they didn't understand "Wolverine, but more Hanukkah-y!"
At this point Nebelwerfer has about 3 turns to get through the door, window or run depending on what he wants to do.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

Porcumorph/Squirapine/insert other porcupine/SM combo shuffles onwards past the grate, looking for a larger entryway into the room. Preferably over the head of one of the Loomies.

The ducting ends at a slow moving fan. Between blade passes, Porcumorph can see three or four more Loomies moving into the room half carrying, half dragging large holdalls into the room below. Loud clangs suggest they're dropping them once inside.
Someone shouts "30 seconds!"

Banjo

Pter wrote: »

Plas walks over to the stairs and takes a look up to see what he can see and hear what he can hear.

The stairs double back on themselves so he can't see much. There's some chatter, a weird snikkity noise and a breathy "27....26....25..."

Baggly

Plas runs up to where the duct is and calls SM

'i don't like this my friend. Something is planned....get out of the walls!'

He then positions himself to the side of the door where he was and prepares himself mentally for combat.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

The ducting ends at a slow moving fan. Between blade passes, Porcumorph can see three or four more Loomies moving into the room half carrying, half dragging large holdalls into the room below. Loud clangs suggest they're dropping them once inside.
Someone shouts "30 seconds!"

Porcumorph tries to gauge if she can make it through the slow moving blades to the other side in her current form.

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

He presents her with a number of pamphlets, the top one shows Priory from the Peacekeepers comforting a weeping man entitled "Supertrauma : we're here for you!"

"We have an officer standing by to see you home. As soon as you're ready. Take your time.

Oh... And one small question - how is it you came to be walking out of a bank heist perpetrated by three incredibly dangerous know supercells,, dragging one of their gang behind you?"

"Thanks for the phamplets, where is the bleedin' medic? I'm not leavin' till I get checked out. I was queueing to use the atm and a bloomin' van knocks me down, inside a bank for crikeys sake! I dont know if i was uncoscious for long, but when i came through, I seen these candlestick bearing thugs waltzing around the bank, then swat must have breached as there was thick smoke everywhere, and the guy beside me had pissed himself and his piss was heading for my face, so on instinct i jumped up, then i noticed the atm was free, so i done my business that i came to the bank for. Then when i was making my way to leave i see the thug and thought i may as well drag him out while i was leaving the bank, following after the wet jocked lad.

Dunno, i dont think i was thinking straight, but dragging him out while unconscios seemed like a sensible thing to do. Maybe i should have left him in there, but what if he came through and shot an officier or hurt a customer, i would have felt bad for leaving that danger inside the bank.
I hope the red dot brigade didn't shoot wet jocks, its he alright? "

Nebelwerfer

Banjo wrote: »

As the fog retreats, the SWAT teams line up either side of the door, one member from each side stepping into the doorway and firing off several rounds with loud, hollow pops. Smoke begins to billow out of the door.

Randy turns around, alarmed by the hollow pops and the subsequent smoke billowing through the opening of the door.



"Again...?! This... Needs to STOP..."



Randy bellows out "MoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooOOo".



He lifts his arms, stretched out to both sides, smacks his hands together and shouts out...

"BOOOOooooViiiiiiineeeeeee BLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW".

He blasts wind into the direction of the pop and smoke.

He huffs and puffs, snorts, grunts and then turns around.

Fourier wrote: »

Indigo follows in gaseous form, unsure of what to expect.

He remembers seeing movement heading upstairs and thinks to himself.

"Maybe the manager is hiding upstairs, either way, will have more luck anywhere but here..." he thinks to himself as he follows the upwards moving mudslide and the puff of smoke following it.

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

"Thanks for the phamplets, where is the bleedin' medic? I'm not leavin' till I get checked out. I was queueing to use the atm and a bloomin' van knocks me down, inside a bank for crikeys sake! I dont know if i was uncoscious for long, but when i came through, I seen these candlestick bearing thugs waltzing around the bank, then swat must have breached as there was thick smoke everywhere, and the guy beside me had pissed himself and his piss was heading for my face, so on instinct i jumped up, then i noticed the atm was free, so i done my business that i came to the bank for. Then when i was making my way to leave i see the thug and thought i may as well drag him out while i was leaving the bank, following after the wet jocked lad.

Dunno, i dont think i was thinking straight, but dragging him out while unconscios seemed like a sensible thing to do. Maybe i should have left him in there, but what if he came through and shot an officier or hurt a customer, i would have felt bad for leaving that danger inside the bank.
I hope the red dot brigade didn't shoot wet jocks, its he alright? "

"'Wet Jocks'? Oh the Urimancer - we caught him eventually, he was trying to bring a fire hydrant to life, but his type are very vulnerable to tazers when they're..uh… doing their thing. We got the tentacle guy too. Another nonreg. Do you guys get some kind of a giro payment on a Tuesday? The bank seems to be full of them! Anyway we'll be taking him to the Reef soon enough, along with your Loomie friend. If you don't want to join them, I suggest you start talking.

We know it's not in your blood, we know it's not in your genes, we know you're not an alien…. but you were dragging that guy - all 90 kilos of him plus those big stupid gloves - like he was a teddy on a skateboard. What was that? Just your fight-or-flight and your overwhelming concern for the general public? Don't waste my time or your liberty with that. Please. Help me to help…"
The whole truck shakes
"what the ****?"

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

Randy turns around, alarmed by the hollow pops and the subsequent smoke billowing through the opening of the door.

"Again...?! This... Needs to STOP..."

Randy bellows out "MoooOOOOoooOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooOOo".

He lifts his arms, stretched out to both sides, smacks his hands together and shouts out...

"BOOOOooooViiiiiiineeeeeee BLLLOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW".

He blasts wind into the direction of the pop and smoke.

The spreading teargas belches back out through the foyer, the force pushing the encroaching SWAT teams back out the the door and across the road, the vehicles making up the cordon shaking, some of the smaller cars skidding backwards slightly.

Inside the DoSC van Lt. Gale (Did I mention his name was Lt. Gale earlier? I didn't did I and now that there's a wind it looks a bit weird to mention it now. But that was his name before so there's nothing I can do with it.) Anyway, he breaks away from his interview with Shelly, thumping on the back door of the truck. "Collar her and put her with the others!" he shouts over the roar of the wind to the uniform at the door, jumping out and heading out of sight. "And get me Planeclothes!"

The officer gulps and approaches Shelly tentatively with a black collar in one hand, the other outstretched as if trying to calm an irate goat.

Necrominus wrote: »

Porcumorph tries to gauge if she can make it through the slow moving blades to the other side in her current form.

OOC : Given your power level….

Almost as if sensing her intent, the blades slow and stop. Looking through, she can see that on the other side it's a substantial drop to the floor, at least for a porcupine.

OOC : There is no scientific evidence to suggest they always land on their feet!
BTW, I'm sure you've been reading all the same informational publishings as I have - or 'Porculit' as we enthusiasts call it - but as this is a comic book universe, and I don't want to live in a world where porcupines shooting their quills is a myth, **** science - you can do it if you want!

Pter wrote: »

Plas runs up to where the duct is and calls SM

'i don't like this my friend. Something is planned....get out of the walls!'

He then positions himself to the side of the door where he was and prepares himself mentally for combat.

OOC : You have a turn in-hand. If you want to insert a character-developing flashback here while Plasma centers himself ahead of the fight to come, it might be worth something….

Nebelwerfer wrote: »

He huffs and puffs, snorts, grunts and then turns around.

He remembers seeing movement heading upstairs and thinks to himself.

"Maybe the manager is hiding upstairs, either way, will have more luck anywhere but here..." he thinks to himself as he follows the upwards moving mudslide and the puff of smoke following it.

OOC : The stairs are behind the teller windows. You either need a way through them or you need to bypass the security door on the right hand side of them. Basically, in 2 moves time you'll be caught up with Indigo on the other side.

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

OOC : Given your power level….

Almost as if sensing her intent, the blades slow and stop. Looking through, she can see that on the other side it's a substantial drop to the floor, at least for a porcupine.

OOC : There is no scientific evidence to suggest they always land on their feet!
BTW, I'm sure you've been reading all the same informational publishings as I have - or 'Porculit' as we enthusiasts call it - but as this is a comic book universe, and I don't want to live in a world where porcupines shooting their quills is a myth, **** science - you can do it if you want!

Squirapine judges how close the nearest Loomie is, and if she could land on them from her position. Then she curls into a ball, extending her quills outwards.

OOC: If I can land on their face I will otherwise it's quill shootin' time!

sKeith

Banjo wrote: »

"'Wet Jocks'? Oh the Urimancer - we caught him eventually, he was trying to bring a fire hydrant to life, but his type are very vulnerable to tazers when they're..uh… doing their thing. We got the tentacle guy too. Another nonreg. Do you guys get some kind of a giro payment on a Tuesday? The bank seems to be full of them! Anyway we'll be taking him to the Reef soon enough, along with your Loomie friend. If you don't want to join them, I suggest you start talking.

We know it's not in your blood, we know it's not in your genes, we know you're not an alien…. but you were dragging that guy - all 90 kilos of him plus those big stupid gloves - like he was a teddy on a skateboard. What was that? Just your fight-or-flight and your overwhelming concern for the general public? Don't waste my time or your liberty with that. Please. Help me to help…"
The whole truck shakes
"what the ****?"



The spreading teargas belches back out through the foyer, the force pushing the encroaching SWAT teams back out the the door and across the road, the vehicles making up the cordon shaking, some of the smaller cars skidding backwards slightly.

Inside the DoSC van Lt. Gale (Did I mention his name was Lt. Gale earlier? I didn't did I and now that there's a wind it looks a bit weird to mention it now. But that was his name before so there's nothing I can do with it.) Anyway, he breaks away from his interview with Shelly, thumping on the back door of the truck. "Collar her and put her with the others!" he shouts over the roar of the wind to the uniform at the door, jumping out and heading out of sight. "And get me Planeclothes!"

The officer gulps and approaches Shelly tentatively with a black collar in one hand, the other outstretched as if trying to calm an irate goat.

Shelly creates an illusion in the officers mind that its gone completely dark,

and she says, "Who turned out the lights?", she then enhances the illusion, so that every 15 seconds, in the extreme right hand side of his periphery vision a red strobe will flash, no matter which direction he is pointing in, then to further the illusion, she makes it so that he should begin to hear a ringing in his ears, like tinnitus, which will block out any and all other sounds, he can hear nothing but the ringing.

Baggly

Plas centres his mind, just as he had learned long ago. He allows his mind the space to envelop his conciousness - making him aware of his surroundings without having to focus on using his sight to identify what is what and what is where.

In this centred state, a memory pops up in front of his minds eye.

From back when he was younger. And learning to harness his Squirrlan heritage. Learning how to balance his abilities, how to focus, how to keep fighting no matter the obstacle. For what was right.

Another memory.....

Learning about Squirrlon IV from the rocket that had brought him to Earth. Learning what it meant to be alone, surrounded by Greyons and win a fight. The ships AI had simulated so many battle simulations for him to learn from. This was the moment he first realised he could fight crime and help bring peace to his adopted planet.

Another memory......they were flowing through his mind at lighning speed now, yet Plas wasnt missing any of the rich and well developed detail that the GM has set the bar for......a memory of his first fight as Plasma Squirrel.....his first fight alongside Squiramorph....

Guns pointed at him.....criminals with a smug sense of superiority.....Plas using every inch of his power to Dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge the attacks of his oppressors. A mind blast at one; using another as a human shield, a swift punch to a third, commandeering a weapon from another.

Plasma Squirrel returns from his semi-meditative state centred and ready to fight.

'Lets do this' he says quietly to himself, resolved not to lose this battle.

OOC: I dont know whats on offer here, but the above should give you scope for something.

Banjo

Necrominus wrote: »

Squirapine judges how close the nearest Loomie is, and if she could land on them from her position. Then she curls into a ball, extending her quills outwards.

OOC: If I can land on their face I will otherwise it's quill shootin' time!

They're walking back and forth dragging hold-alls. With a test of your co-ordination vs their awareness you could try to drop onto a face, sure.
Porcumorph [d6+4] vs face [d6+2]

To shoot, it's your co-ordination vs their co-ordination. Roll d6+4 vs d6, and Pick a number between 1 and 4 so I can see what their co-ord is and add it on.

Also, as matter can neither be created nor destroyed those quills have to come from somewhere - Roll on this table :
1. Marvel - they are made from energy from a parallel dimension
2. DC - The are a different kind of energy that's grittier and more miserable, but still comes from a parallel dimension.
3. Image - The quills are parts of your body, which parts will become evident when you change back.
4. Top Cow - The quills are parts of your clothing, which parts will become evident when you change back but my money's on the buttons keeping your giant breasts in your 2 sizes too small top.
5. Boom! Box - The quills represent the patriarchy's attitude towards female creatives. Because all men are pricks. Go sisters!
6. DC Thompson - Quills are for softies! Let's just thump them. Oh no - Look out! It's dad's slipper!

Necro

Banjo wrote: »

They're walking back and forth dragging hold-alls. With a test of your co-ordination vs their awareness you could try to drop onto a face, sure.
Porcumorph [d6+4] vs face [d6+2]

To shoot, it's your co-ordination vs their co-ordination. Roll d6+4 vs d6, and Pick a number between 1 and 4 so I can see what their co-ord is and add it on.

Also, as matter can neither be created nor destroyed those quills have to come from somewhere - Roll on this table :
1. Marvel - they are made from energy from a parallel dimension
2. DC - The are a different kind of energy that's grittier and more miserable, but still comes from a parallel dimension.
3. Image - The quills are parts of your body, which parts will become evident when you change back.
4. Top Cow - The quills are parts of your clothing, which parts will become evident when you change back but my money's on the buttons keeping your giant breasts in your 2 sizes too small top.
5. Boom! Box - The quills represent the patriarchy's attitude towards female creatives. Because all men are pricks. Go sisters!
6. DC Thompson - Quills are for softies! Let's just thump them. Oh no - Look out! It's dad's slipper!

OOC: Ok, rolled 1 for Marvel, energy from a parallel dimension!

5 vs 3 for the face land in Squiramorphs favour. I think the dice is broken - 3 1s in a row

Banjo

sKeith wrote: »

Shelly creates an illusion in the officers mind that its gone completely dark,

and she says, "Who turned out the lights?", she then enhances the illusion, so that every 15 seconds, in the extreme right hand side of his periphery vision a red strobe will flash, no matter which direction he is pointing in, then to further the illusion, she makes it so that he should begin to hear a ringing in his ears, like tinnitus, which will block out any and all other sounds, he can hear nothing but the ringing.

The officer begins flailing around and shouting for Ozzie. His constant turning towards the strobe has him completely disoriented in a matter of seconds. He stumbles on the far bench, banging his head on the side of the truck and rolling onto the floor, moaning "Grenade! Grenaaaade!" in a dazed voice. The path to the door of the truck is wide open.