Epic M&M: Issue 3 (IC)

[Agamon]

Randall and Sanjay
Cosmo is running, driving you both to move faster. "Jackal hasn't been his normal cheerful self," he says. You can't tell if he's joking or not. "Been really grouchy and touchy. Kinda spooks me."

"Jackal's been spooking you? Crap." Sanjay hears the growling coming from the pool area. "Vince didn't go swimming so soon after breakfast, did he? I think your brother might have came to remind him to wait an hour after eating..."

He heads into the pool area, hoping Randall will light things up better in there, and looks for something big and furry.

 

[buzzard]

"How am I sposed to work this out? It's not like I know how to deal with crazy people" replies John to the command.

He then stretched and enlarges himself into a sort fo pen to keep Dara from either finding another pan or wondering off.

"Why don't you just stick around and talk Dara"

buzzard

 

[Calinon]

"That is SO not how it happened!"

"Is too!" argues Dara.

"And Antonio was seriously not cute! Okay... Maybe a little, but he was like, OLD! Thirty-something at least."

"Pfft. Barely over 20, and positively yummy. Had great taste in clothes too. I wonder what mama could do with that sort of fabric put into her costumes.

"Believe me, Michelle, you did not want to be there with us last night. Detective Mendez kicked both of us off the team - which I never knew we were on in the first place - and I doubt we'll be back on anytime soon if at all.

"I don't wanna be kicked off the team! Bet Empath will put us on it. She didn't even give me heck this morning!" She tries to take a bit of a non-existant apple. Hey, where'd my apple go? Had it a second ago?

"How am I sposed to work this out? It's not like I know how to deal with crazy people" replies John to the command.

He then stretched and enlarges himself into a sort fo pen to keep Dara from either finding another pan or wondering off.

"Why don't you just stick around and talk Dara"

"Ei, o que vai em? Você nunca me segurará, Cobre! (Translation: Hey, what's going on? You'll never hold me, Copper!)" Dara says with a giggle, trying half-heartedly to get away from John but failing. She gets a positively evil grin on her face.

"You ticklish? Lets find out!"

She jumps up and clings tenaciously to John's chest, trying to tickle her way free.

The Pool
Vincent hops up, and drives his fist into the forehead of Jackal, who's eyes blink twice in response. He growls and catches hold of one of Vince's wings, and yanks him off, tossing him aside as if he didn't matter, rolling to his feet. Vince lands on his feet, wing bruised but not really hurt.

Attack score of 22 hits. Jackal fails his damage save and takes a stun hit.

Jun Po's body starts letting off a soft red glow. She stalks forward, driving her fist into Jackal's stomach, doubling him over. As she hits him, the focuses to a point at her fist before quickly returning to surround her body. She drives a knee into his face, the glow around her focusing to her knee this time, launching him up and over Vince's head to bounce twice and slide to a stop near the wall some sixty feet away. Surprisingly, he shakes his head and gets to his feet. Jun po slips on the wet surface near the pool slightly, appearing off balance.

Jun Po uses her strike power, going full bore with all-out-attack, combined with power attack and rapid strike. She hits both times, stunning Jackal and sending him flying. Jackal takes two lethal hits, and uses a hero point to unstun immediately.

Jackal's eyes are glowing hot red. He lets out a roar and crouches, then leaps straight at her, easily a twenty foot arc, high above Vincent's head, crashing down on top of her. The two roll and tumble towards the nearby wall, Jackal catching her in his massive paw as he comes up and slamming her back-first into the wall, sending shards of tile and mortar scattering along poolside. As the dust clears, you see Jackal has Jun Po dangling some six feet from the ground, pressed over four inches into the cement wall. She has one hand on his snout, stopping him from biting her, while the other is fumbling with his large wrist.

"Fresh meat," Jackal's feral voice rasps out.

Condition: Vincent 2S, Jun Po 2L (grappled), Jackal 2L, 1S (grappled, regenerated 2S)

In the Hallway
You see Vincent dart out of the entryway and around the corner. A moment later you see him tumble past the door through the air. You run up and see a massive, furry shape fly by as well, then hear a huge roar and the sound of concrete being smashed.

You'll be there at the start of next round.

Initiatives: Jackal 29, Vincent 28, Jun Po 27, Loki 25, Neutron 21, Cosmo 20 (Aye Carumba!)

 

[Mimic]

Mess Hall
OOC back at you: He was leaving, but has been ordered to keep the peace between the ladies and Carl. Up to him if he listens, not us.

ooc:Ah ha, well I must have only read the first part or convinently forgotten the next sentence, that will teach you to assume I read everything you write.

"Looks like you had as bad of a night as I did." She says frowning and lightly touching her ribs with her free hand.
"Don't worry about the clothes, really it's not a big deal. Epic paid for it all anyways and all this means is we will have to do more shopping. As for your question, yes Thunder's brother was my doctor, he is SO cute." Michelle leans in close to Raisa so John can't hear, her cheeks going slightly red from emberrasment. "He can touch me any time he wants. What about you? I heard something about a strip club? You thinking of changing profession or is it just a rumor so you can get all the boys?" She glances back at John and starts to giggle

 

[Calinon]

Thunder's brother was my doctor, he is SO cute.

"He's old and... he touched my boob!" Tara says in a hushed whisper, coming up to the left of Raisa. "Michelle just likes old men," she adds teasingly.

Johan
You and the other students see the powerful EPIC team head into the hanger and moments later, the EPIC jet takes off. A sonic boom tears through the area, shaking the walls of the hanger, as it blasts off to wherever it is heading.

X12
Mendez and you run off towards the main entrance of the pool.

"Well *huff* I sure *puff* aint *puff* fighting him *gasp*!" says Mendez. You hear a roar as you get to the doors, and a crashing sound like shattering concrete. Behind the glass doors, only the emergency lights are on.

 

[Mimic]

"Michelle just likes old men," she adds teasingly.

Your just jealous because I have good taste and you don't. Michelle says laughing as she sticks her tonue out at her.

 

[Dalamar]

OoC: None of the Johans currently in existence know about the poolside battle, right?

IC: "Ah, yes. This just goes on to show how I have not done something of this kind before."
Johan will start going through the pile of metal to find suitable pieces (with his Intelligence he prolly knows what to look for, at least generally).

 

[Calinon]

"Ah, yes. This just goes on to show how I have not done something of this kind before."
Johan will start going through the pile of metal to find suitable pieces (with his Intelligence he prolly knows what to look for, at least generally).

You easily find scraps of the metal you are looking for. None are overly large, and you estimate you'll need at least 40 kilograms of the stuff since you think you'll have to melt it down and smelt it into suitable sizes, and will probably lose at least 25% of the mass during that process. Looking at the size of the scrap pile, it shouldn't take more than an hour to get the metal gathered if all of 'you' get cracking on it, despite Jackson's constant complaining that "this is going to take way too long."

Har har... 35 search check. This will be fun.

You find the metal in twelve minutes flat. Hey look! A four leaf clover! And an indian head nickle! And a P32 Irridium Space Discombobulator! Jeeze, you nearly have everything you need for a Marvin the Martian death ray.

"Hey, I found a little piec..." Jackson says, coming out of the scrap pile with a small brick of the metal. You have about 60 kilograms in a pile near the workbench and are relaxing, eating one of the donuts you brought. "...of .. metal.. Holy crap! Think you can find my watch? Lost it here a few weeks ago..."

You look under the cabinet he's by and see it laying there. You point to it.

"Sweeeeeeet," Jackson says, recovering his watch.

"Holy crap! We have a P32 Irridium Space Discombobulator? YOINK!" Anna says, grabbing it covetously. "I shall hug it and squeeze it and call it George," she says in her Russian accent.

Knowledge check (general untrained, metallurgy, physics, chemistry) of 24.

"Yeah, well, I figure eight weeks of melting this stuff down and smithing it into sheets and we can start work."

"By my calculations, it will take no longer than 36 hours of effort to create the sheets, if we apply ourselves and find suitable smelting equipment," you correct him, going into a small dissertation of smelting techniques from a metallurgical book you read once.

"Why aren't you building a robot again?" Jackson asks.

"Or teaching at Yale," Anna giggles as she puches up some code in the computer. You see an image of her armor, and the item you found, and she's attempting to change the targetting programming in her suit. A password keeps popping up and she isn't having much luck getting past it.

 

[Mordane76]

"Not to sound mean, Mendez, but then what do you plan on adding to this operation -- right now, judging from his size and disposition, I'll wager you'd make a dandy squeekie-toy for Jackal," X12 says with a chuckle.

"I have an idea. Get his attention -- douse him with a fire-extinguisher, shoot him if we have too. We'll head for the infirmary. There has to have some kind of tranquilizers or sedatives down there. Lead him down there -- and then tranq him."

 

[Elementor]

"Fresh meat," Jackal's feral voice rasps out.

"Try some roughage." Vince dashes into the nearby sauna grabs a few of the red hot rocks, zips back and unloads them in Jackals gaping mouth.

Powers: Trying to taunt Jackal (like that is anything new. Heh. Superspeed obviously and hoping my Heat immunity is good enough to not be burned while giving jackal a hot-foot. err...Hot-tongue