cassius335
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M&M3e (DCA) Young Justice: Home Alone
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Being cautious (Batman has taught her to always plan ahead), Batgirl took out a pair of tweezers, extracting a cigarette and dropping it into one of her specialized utility belt storage compartments for later analysis. Why? You never know.
She then stood up, Dre in tow. She never noticed the annoyance radiating from Solaris and to make matters worse, she petted Dre's head. "Extra pair of eyes never hurts. Just try to stay quiet."
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She then got to work, heading for the door. Without touching it, she scanned it with her eyes. Her search is meant to uncover any sort of discrepency that would signal for a booby trap or door sensor of some kind.
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Once the door is cleared, she cracks it, slipping in two smoke bombs to conceal her entrance in case a welcoming committee was present. She waits two seconds, then places a hand on Dre so that her dash into the door way wouldn't cause him to fall off.
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Batgirl will scan the room (which I'm assuming is a roof access), for trip wires, sensors, and cameras. The camera's with get an immediate Batarang. Everything else will be reported to the team, via Commlink. If possible, she travels down the stairs by an alternate route (hand grip a pipe, wall press via Sam Fisher, etc).
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cassius335
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Solaris let out a growl which sounded more cat-like than human, but didn't follow. Bright yellow wasn't a "stealth" colour, after all. Besides, he wasn't invited.
"I hope someone attacks us soon." he remarked quietly, mostly to himself. "All of a sudden, I need something to hurt."
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"I hope someone attacks us soon." he remarked quietly, mostly to himself. "All of a sudden, I need something to hurt."
cassius335
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"I wouldn't know." Solaris replied bluntly, shrugging. "I'd rather have intact lungs."
hero4hire
Explorer
"Sounds like someone's spandex is on too tight." Zatara jibed at Solaris. "Chillax for a minute or two while the ladies do their thing."
"Why?" Zatara asked. "What is it made of?"
"Yeah...I am sure you wouldn't want to risk not having the lung capacity to hear yourself talk."
Walking Dad
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The predatory cat stretched it's neck to get rid of the burning sensation and jumped on Batgirl's shoulder, now a tiny darkblue scorpion-like thing.
Hiding there, Dre's new senses pierce the darkest corners and he feels the shifting air currents on his carapace.
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[sblock=OOC]
Shall I roll complementary Perception checks? Stealth?
Did the hole in the forcefield closed behind us?
For the poison ivy theory: I suppose Dre would have detected lingering Pheromones or poison, right?
OFFENSE
Initiative +2
Unarmed +9 Close , Damage 1
(Varies based on shape)
DEFENSE:
Dodge 7
Parry 7
Fortitude 9
Toughness 9
Will 9
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cassius335
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"On second thoughts, I think I liked it better when you were quiet." Solaris retorted secretly over the comms, though the pained look on his face was unhideable.
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Probably. Don't put much stock in that; She was just the first name in my head when I saw the 'lipstick' bit.[/sblock]
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fireinthedust
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Everyone: feel free to read the following description; I don't want to re-post for everyone coming along.
Batgirl: you see nothing out of ordinary down the stairs... until you find a great hole in the floor leading to a massive office area: the main room of the Daily Planet, where the reporters like Clark Kent go every day to write their stories.
Looking down you see two levels, one higher (under you by about ten feet) and one lower, the pit where the reporters sit. It's an open concept room, and on an ordinary day you'd hear the clacking of type writers/computer keys, the ring of cell phones, and the occasional call of "stop the presses!"
Today it is a different story: there is a huge pile of rubble collected in the low room, and on it is a massive chair. A figure sits there, his head covered in shadows thanks to the now-smashed lights. The lower part of his body you do recognize: a lean but fit frame dressed in green, stamped all over with question marks. The golden scepter in his hands give you the final confirmation, thanks to its question mark shape: the Riddler!
In the area below the throne are several college mascot-costumed figures. Giant pink teddy bears, each one with a word on it: who, what, where, when, why, and how.
Below the throne are tied up two men, an older man (clearly Perry White) and a younger man (clearly Jimmy Olsen).
A third man lies on the floor, battered and broken, in a purple trench coat. You can't see his face because he has none. You recognize him as a sort of eccentric member of the JLA reserves: the Question.
Batgirl: you see nothing out of ordinary down the stairs... until you find a great hole in the floor leading to a massive office area: the main room of the Daily Planet, where the reporters like Clark Kent go every day to write their stories.
Looking down you see two levels, one higher (under you by about ten feet) and one lower, the pit where the reporters sit. It's an open concept room, and on an ordinary day you'd hear the clacking of type writers/computer keys, the ring of cell phones, and the occasional call of "stop the presses!"
Today it is a different story: there is a huge pile of rubble collected in the low room, and on it is a massive chair. A figure sits there, his head covered in shadows thanks to the now-smashed lights. The lower part of his body you do recognize: a lean but fit frame dressed in green, stamped all over with question marks. The golden scepter in his hands give you the final confirmation, thanks to its question mark shape: the Riddler!
In the area below the throne are several college mascot-costumed figures. Giant pink teddy bears, each one with a word on it: who, what, where, when, why, and how.
Below the throne are tied up two men, an older man (clearly Perry White) and a younger man (clearly Jimmy Olsen).
A third man lies on the floor, battered and broken, in a purple trench coat. You can't see his face because he has none. You recognize him as a sort of eccentric member of the JLA reserves: the Question.
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