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Gaming w/Jemal: Mutant Apocalypse Issue 2: Vegas!
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Frost
Frost tries to reduce his enemy's heat directly, cutting him of from his powers. He has never tried something like this before and he feels the strain of using his power in such an unusual way.
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ranged att +8
using a HP to Powerstunt:
Nullify 7 (heat descriptor) (ranged, simultaneous, concentration, alt save Fortitude)
I assume heat is both a descriptor for his blast and his regeneration/ absorption as it generates heat, too)
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Frost
HP 2
conditions: fatigued, -2 om damage saves
defenses:
DODGE 7
PARRY 7
FORTITUDE 9
TOUGHNESS 13 (13 Impervious)
WILL 8
Immunity (poison, disease, crit, suffocation, cold)
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Frost tries to reduce his enemy's heat directly, cutting him of from his powers. He has never tried something like this before and he feels the strain of using his power in such an unusual way.
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ranged att +8
using a HP to Powerstunt:
Nullify 7 (heat descriptor) (ranged, simultaneous, concentration, alt save Fortitude)
I assume heat is both a descriptor for his blast and his regeneration/ absorption as it generates heat, too)
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Frost
HP 2
conditions: fatigued, -2 om damage saves
defenses:
DODGE 7
PARRY 7
FORTITUDE 9
TOUGHNESS 13 (13 Impervious)
WILL 8
Immunity (poison, disease, crit, suffocation, cold)
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Jemal
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<Lab>
Frost begins concentrating, focusing his energies as the Mad Scientist stands in front of the door and turns back to face him, his energy glowing as he charges for another attack. Frost reaches out then, siphoning the heat directly from the scientist as the heat builds, dissipating it. The scientist gasps as the heat drains from him, and stumbles back into the wall.
His heat signature is significantly decreased - more like that of someone with a bad fever. "NO! You won't stop my work!" He shouts. Pulling the door open, he glares at you. "We'll meet again!" he dives through the door and there is a flash of light. Frost reaches out to open it again, but it doesn't move, as though it's welded closed.
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Moon_Goddess
Have I really been on this site for over 20 years!
If Uomo's shot didn't take out the last guard, Kat will punch him. Otherwise she's going to go check if the one she knocked into the wall is still alive.
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Felix had shrunken away massively, arguably smaller then when he had started, and definitely withered from the effort. He wheezed and breathed laboriously, but steadily while a steady flow of drool dripped out of the side of his still open mouth, he was out cold. His form becoming distinctively more feline.
Felix’s mindscape was, despite his apparent youth, old, as if it belonged to someone well past a century in age; it was a metropolis, and none of the structures were of the cookie cutter verity, each had been made individual, from the tallest spire to lowly hot dog stands, plural. The entire scape was well defined and apparently lived in, but empty of people, and crumbling as if time itself was on the march, sickly plants were starting to usurp the pavement., and work their way up the buildings.
Every object in it, even though it was in a state of flux and apparent decay, the plants grew and the structures fell apart at a vastly accelerated pace, was entirely defined, nothing simply changed, on its own, nothing simply vanished or appeared at random, if was ignored then looked for, it would be where it was left; not further, not nearer, not larger, not smaller, and not gone; it would simply be where it was.
Until one appeared, a cat, a very large yet very panicked cat that hadn’t a clue what was going on. Felix, or so it seemed; it did not take the cat long to sense the intrusion of Enoch. The cat did something, odd. It accelerated as it looked at the boy; it moved swiftly, as if it was stuck in fast forwards, then stopped briefly as it observed, its head, partially its eyes, moved unnaturally fast it ‘stopped’; it moved aroused Enoch a few times in the same manner.
It became, painfully, obvious that the ‘big cat’ was Felix when it changed into a hybrid form; A inconsistently finally appeared, he was fully clothed. Felix spoke, but it was little more than insane rake from Enoch’s senses. Felix’s expression was hard to gauge as he chirpingly rambled on. Then came an apparent, rumbling, grumbling grow; he grew annoyed at Enoch’s apparent stand-stillness, annoyance range out as he made his fast forwarded rant towards Enoch. Felix then changed from again, to his human form, and decelerated to match Enoch. He appeared as a adult, and tall. His tone was dire and deathly “Get out of my mind.” He spoke sternly. But his exertion, he was doing his best to show anger and courage, but it bleed from the core that he was panicked, disturbed even, at the state of his mind scape; it was not suppose to decay, and he could not help but leer fearfully as the newest shrubbery started to immerge near his feet; his panic grew with it, from his point of view, it’s not that he was moving slower, it was that his doom was drawing nearer faster.
He grimaced with dread as his teeth clenched shut and his eyes flared open, the whole scape quaked in the believed revelation. “Noooo…” he breathed lowly in a terror filled grumble; he then reacted poorly and started stomping it, thrice. He then started to tremble, it was a symbolic gesture at best, the, infection was too far to vast, he knew this did not amount to anything and he trembled, and he shrank smaller and smaller, the preverbal writing was all over his face, he could only watch the city crumble, and from what he knew, his life along with it.
Felix’s mindscape was, despite his apparent youth, old, as if it belonged to someone well past a century in age; it was a metropolis, and none of the structures were of the cookie cutter verity, each had been made individual, from the tallest spire to lowly hot dog stands, plural. The entire scape was well defined and apparently lived in, but empty of people, and crumbling as if time itself was on the march, sickly plants were starting to usurp the pavement., and work their way up the buildings.
Every object in it, even though it was in a state of flux and apparent decay, the plants grew and the structures fell apart at a vastly accelerated pace, was entirely defined, nothing simply changed, on its own, nothing simply vanished or appeared at random, if was ignored then looked for, it would be where it was left; not further, not nearer, not larger, not smaller, and not gone; it would simply be where it was.
Until one appeared, a cat, a very large yet very panicked cat that hadn’t a clue what was going on. Felix, or so it seemed; it did not take the cat long to sense the intrusion of Enoch. The cat did something, odd. It accelerated as it looked at the boy; it moved swiftly, as if it was stuck in fast forwards, then stopped briefly as it observed, its head, partially its eyes, moved unnaturally fast it ‘stopped’; it moved aroused Enoch a few times in the same manner.
It became, painfully, obvious that the ‘big cat’ was Felix when it changed into a hybrid form; A inconsistently finally appeared, he was fully clothed. Felix spoke, but it was little more than insane rake from Enoch’s senses. Felix’s expression was hard to gauge as he chirpingly rambled on. Then came an apparent, rumbling, grumbling grow; he grew annoyed at Enoch’s apparent stand-stillness, annoyance range out as he made his fast forwarded rant towards Enoch. Felix then changed from again, to his human form, and decelerated to match Enoch. He appeared as a adult, and tall. His tone was dire and deathly “Get out of my mind.” He spoke sternly. But his exertion, he was doing his best to show anger and courage, but it bleed from the core that he was panicked, disturbed even, at the state of his mind scape; it was not suppose to decay, and he could not help but leer fearfully as the newest shrubbery started to immerge near his feet; his panic grew with it, from his point of view, it’s not that he was moving slower, it was that his doom was drawing nearer faster.
He grimaced with dread as his teeth clenched shut and his eyes flared open, the whole scape quaked in the believed revelation. “Noooo…” he breathed lowly in a terror filled grumble; he then reacted poorly and started stomping it, thrice. He then started to tremble, it was a symbolic gesture at best, the, infection was too far to vast, he knew this did not amount to anything and he trembled, and he shrank smaller and smaller, the preverbal writing was all over his face, he could only watch the city crumble, and from what he knew, his life along with it.
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Jemal
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<hall>Uomo's shot impacts the guard in the chest, staggering him back a foot with a pained groan, but his body armour absorbs most of the impact and he raises his rifle to return fire.
Kat beats him to the draw though, closing the distance and smashing a metalic fist into his face, crumpling him like paper while Laura finishes draining the guard she's holding and he slumps in her grasp.
Grid informs them that there are no more guards inside. Uomo grabs the Key off one of the guards and unlocks the door, the three of them dragging the Guards inside and out of immediate sight.
Once inside, they see four High tech plastic cells with clear plexiglass windows. Two are empty, In the third is an unconscious man in a white jumpsuit laying on a table with an IV feed. In the last is a girl huddled in a corner. The walls of her room are covered in black scorch marks, but apparently undamaged. the edges of her jumpsuit singed from the flames of her repeated escape attempts, and she looks up with scared, tear-filled eyes as you enter.
Kat beats him to the draw though, closing the distance and smashing a metalic fist into his face, crumpling him like paper while Laura finishes draining the guard she's holding and he slumps in her grasp.
Grid informs them that there are no more guards inside. Uomo grabs the Key off one of the guards and unlocks the door, the three of them dragging the Guards inside and out of immediate sight.
Once inside, they see four High tech plastic cells with clear plexiglass windows. Two are empty, In the third is an unconscious man in a white jumpsuit laying on a table with an IV feed. In the last is a girl huddled in a corner. The walls of her room are covered in black scorch marks, but apparently undamaged. the edges of her jumpsuit singed from the flames of her repeated escape attempts, and she looks up with scared, tear-filled eyes as you enter.
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