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EPIC M&M: Issue 7 (IC)
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Deva
First Post
Lynn Jenkins: 4/5; Broken Wirst(no effect)
Keeping her injured wrist close to her body, Lynn is careful not to move it as she positions herself into a defensive stance, her eyes never wavering from the disturbed officer. Next time, I mind my own business.
"Obviously, I have no idea what's going on," She speaks evenly, keeping her breathing slow as the air lessens around her, "But was that really necessary?"
OOC:For the moment, straight defense, but with a readied action to attempt to disarm her should what she takes from her jacket prove to be a weapon.
Keeping her injured wrist close to her body, Lynn is careful not to move it as she positions herself into a defensive stance, her eyes never wavering from the disturbed officer. Next time, I mind my own business.
"Obviously, I have no idea what's going on," She speaks evenly, keeping her breathing slow as the air lessens around her, "But was that really necessary?"
OOC:For the moment, straight defense, but with a readied action to attempt to disarm her should what she takes from her jacket prove to be a weapon.
Calinon
First Post
Morgentaller District
Lynn Jenkins
When the officer brings her bloodied hand out, she is not holding a weapon persay, but a subdermal injector. "Yes, and so," she says, starting to gasp from the sudden drop in oxygen, "is this."
She lunges at you with it, despite her substantial hand injury. Having planned for such an eventuality, you lash out to disarm her.
Disarm is an opposed attack roll. Majors gets 23 versus Lynn's 12.
She jerks her hand back and you grab nothing but air. The woman tries to inject you with something, but the head of the subdermal injector snags on your shirt, leaving you unharmed. Your lucky dodge is accompanied by a loud woosh as all the air is sucked from the area. The sudden change in pressure threatens to pull the air from your lungs!
Fortitude saves are needed for you and Majors, at DC 17. Both Majors and Lynn end up with 14's. They are now suffocating. Both must make secondary constitution checks at DC 10, increasing by +1 per round. Majors gets a 9 and fails, Lynn gets a 16.
X12 is caught in the area of the effect and is now dying.
Majors collapses to her knees then to her side, the subdermal injector falling from her grasp and ending up at your feet. The telepath turns sightless eyes towards you, and a visible bolt streaks from his forehead towards her. It passes with a hum right by your left ear. As you glance along the path of the bolt, you see the albino womans hair dancing in currents of air. In a 30 foot radius about her, however, everything is deathly still. The mental bolt strikes the woman in the forehead, and she throws her head back in apparent pain. The stillness expands exponentially.
In the street, you see a man on a motorcycle suddenly crash to his side. A pair of shoppers exit a store and collapse. There is a crash as a car doesn't stop at a red light and smashes into a city bus in which you can see passengers slumped over, and the driver fallen over the wheel. Several birds fall from the sky.
Behind you, you hear the telepath gasp for breath as your own chest tightens and you feel unconsciousness looming.
Lynn Jenkins
When the officer brings her bloodied hand out, she is not holding a weapon persay, but a subdermal injector. "Yes, and so," she says, starting to gasp from the sudden drop in oxygen, "is this."
She lunges at you with it, despite her substantial hand injury. Having planned for such an eventuality, you lash out to disarm her.
Disarm is an opposed attack roll. Majors gets 23 versus Lynn's 12.
She jerks her hand back and you grab nothing but air. The woman tries to inject you with something, but the head of the subdermal injector snags on your shirt, leaving you unharmed. Your lucky dodge is accompanied by a loud woosh as all the air is sucked from the area. The sudden change in pressure threatens to pull the air from your lungs!
Fortitude saves are needed for you and Majors, at DC 17. Both Majors and Lynn end up with 14's. They are now suffocating. Both must make secondary constitution checks at DC 10, increasing by +1 per round. Majors gets a 9 and fails, Lynn gets a 16.
X12 is caught in the area of the effect and is now dying.
Majors collapses to her knees then to her side, the subdermal injector falling from her grasp and ending up at your feet. The telepath turns sightless eyes towards you, and a visible bolt streaks from his forehead towards her. It passes with a hum right by your left ear. As you glance along the path of the bolt, you see the albino womans hair dancing in currents of air. In a 30 foot radius about her, however, everything is deathly still. The mental bolt strikes the woman in the forehead, and she throws her head back in apparent pain. The stillness expands exponentially.
In the street, you see a man on a motorcycle suddenly crash to his side. A pair of shoppers exit a store and collapse. There is a crash as a car doesn't stop at a red light and smashes into a city bus in which you can see passengers slumped over, and the driver fallen over the wheel. Several birds fall from the sky.
Behind you, you hear the telepath gasp for breath as your own chest tightens and you feel unconsciousness looming.
Calinon
First Post
EPIC Headquarters
Sanjay
"Not particularly, no," she says with a huff. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks around the room, then back at you. "Fine, let him go and get killed. You better never think about abandoning me like that, or lying to me for that matter," she says, poking you in the chest.
The War Room
Split looks back at you with a dubious look on his face. "Right," he drawls. "You'll just bring the duplicator and yourself." He doesn't sound convinced. "Nice park," he says, looking at the file you sent him. "Fine, I'll come alone," he says far too easily. "When do you want to make the exchange. It'll take me a few hours to find a silver platter."
Sanjay
"Not particularly, no," she says with a huff. She crosses her arms over her chest and looks around the room, then back at you. "Fine, let him go and get killed. You better never think about abandoning me like that, or lying to me for that matter," she says, poking you in the chest.
The War Room
Split looks back at you with a dubious look on his face. "Right," he drawls. "You'll just bring the duplicator and yourself." He doesn't sound convinced. "Nice park," he says, looking at the file you sent him. "Fine, I'll come alone," he says far too easily. "When do you want to make the exchange. It'll take me a few hours to find a silver platter."
Deva
First Post
Lynn: 4/5; Suffocating & Broken Wrist(No effect)
ooc: It's a little confusing with all the use of 'she' & 'her', but I'm assuming its the albino that's getting hit with the mental bolt
Lynn tries to quell the panic rising in her as her mind spins from lack of oxygen. It takes but a moment for her to understand why Dr. Jasman attacked his own assistant and she steps toward the albino woman. Only one chance...
She moves quickly, aiming a rapid snap kick to the assistant's chin.
Calinon said:
ooc: It's a little confusing with all the use of 'she' & 'her', but I'm assuming its the albino that's getting hit with the mental bolt
Lynn tries to quell the panic rising in her as her mind spins from lack of oxygen. It takes but a moment for her to understand why Dr. Jasman attacked his own assistant and she steps toward the albino woman. Only one chance...
She moves quickly, aiming a rapid snap kick to the assistant's chin.
Agamon
Adventurer
"Yeah," Sanjay says looking at the trashed room behind the angry girl. "I get that."
He looks at her, adding, "Seriously, I was pretty pissed that I wasn't there when you guys went after Ghost in Brazil, fatal debilitating virus or not..." His voice trails off as though he's not sure how to continue that train of thought.
"Um, anyway, let's go make Split go Splat. It'll be fun. You won't be thinkning of X at all while kicking Split in the head," he says, nodding assuredly.
He looks at her, adding, "Seriously, I was pretty pissed that I wasn't there when you guys went after Ghost in Brazil, fatal debilitating virus or not..." His voice trails off as though he's not sure how to continue that train of thought.
"Um, anyway, let's go make Split go Splat. It'll be fun. You won't be thinkning of X at all while kicking Split in the head," he says, nodding assuredly.
Gideon
First Post
"Since when was the brat's life in danger? You got sucked to the jail grid, huh? That'll make running away hard. Tell you what, I pound evil you's face in when he tries to kill you and you let me into TB's room."
Michael flexes his mucles and cracks his neck with a mean sneer on his face as he threatens evil Johan.
How I would love to pound that idiot's face in. Michael thinks to himself imagining the fun of proving just how worthless that whistle is.
OOC: I guess this is kind of an intimidation of Johan. Mostly reminding him that Michael is big and mean and better as a friend than an enemy.
Michael flexes his mucles and cracks his neck with a mean sneer on his face as he threatens evil Johan.
How I would love to pound that idiot's face in. Michael thinks to himself imagining the fun of proving just how worthless that whistle is.
OOC: I guess this is kind of an intimidation of Johan. Mostly reminding him that Michael is big and mean and better as a friend than an enemy.
"Yea, thats right." she says responding to his first statement. "Just remember you are the one that has attacked us, what three times now? If anyone's word is not to be trusted its you not me, the only reason we are having this conversation is because I need that information." She adds in hotly, hopefully she can keep him off balanced enough that he doesn't put everything together.
ooc: I don't remember what time it is IC but she would want to at least wait for the detective to get there so he can be informed without giving Split to much time to scout out the location
"A few hours is fine, that will give us enough time to get her out of containment." Noticing the look on his face she will add it. "What? You don't actually think we let her wander around do you? What about (see above ooc) o'clock?"
ooc: I don't remember what time it is IC but she would want to at least wait for the detective to get there so he can be informed without giving Split to much time to scout out the location
"A few hours is fine, that will give us enough time to get her out of containment." Noticing the look on his face she will add it. "What? You don't actually think we let her wander around do you? What about (see above ooc) o'clock?"
Calinon
First Post
Morgentaller District
Lynn Jenkins
Craaaaaaack!
One well placed kick snaps the Albino womans head back and she collapses to the ground. As she does so, the air rushes back into the area causing your ears to pop. You check the woman and find her simply unconscious, which is obviously a good thing at this moment. From behind you, you hear the psychic, Mark Jasman, catching his breath and fumbling about on the floor where the officer and X12 lay. He finally gets a hold of what he was searching for; the injector.
"Thank goodness," he says, in obvious relief. "I need your help," he says. "I can't see her when she's unconcsious. Quickly, before she wakes up. I need to administer an injection or she may panic when she wakes up again." There is more than a little urgency in his voice, for obvious reasons.
Even from your vantage, you can see X12's wounds are nearly healed, and the officer's wounds are not.
X12
You stabilize, as if there was any doubt. Consciousness will come in a short while.
Lynn Jenkins
Craaaaaaack!
One well placed kick snaps the Albino womans head back and she collapses to the ground. As she does so, the air rushes back into the area causing your ears to pop. You check the woman and find her simply unconscious, which is obviously a good thing at this moment. From behind you, you hear the psychic, Mark Jasman, catching his breath and fumbling about on the floor where the officer and X12 lay. He finally gets a hold of what he was searching for; the injector.
"Thank goodness," he says, in obvious relief. "I need your help," he says. "I can't see her when she's unconcsious. Quickly, before she wakes up. I need to administer an injection or she may panic when she wakes up again." There is more than a little urgency in his voice, for obvious reasons.
Even from your vantage, you can see X12's wounds are nearly healed, and the officer's wounds are not.
X12
You stabilize, as if there was any doubt. Consciousness will come in a short while.
