Superheroes of the Trust Game Thread

[DM_Matt]

Viridian notices a surge in white magic coming from the warehouse.

The hostages in the chopped that Viridian landed suddenly turn into white energy, which gets brighter and then disappears. Gradually, the fallen baddies begin disappearing similarly.

 

[Victim]

Think. Think. Okay, modern explosives are generally very stable - that's why they use other things as detonators. But throwing high intensity plasma into it will provide even 'safe' explosives with enough energy to start their reactions. So the bomb might be damaged a bit by the spray but it'd still explode. And then it splash the raw stuff back on me. I'll pass.

"Okay, scratch the destroy the bomb plan. Let's do a final check and then get out of the blast range."

 

[DM_Matt]

Having collected all you can, everyone gets back from the boat. Angel's True Sight catches two more intentionally-hidden items in the chopper. Beneath each front seat is a round metal device a couple inches thick, with a large, complicated, lens at the top. It also seems to have a sensor for a remote control of some sort, a series of unlabeled switches, some indicator lights, a power plug, and an ethernet port. He is able to grab them on the way to the warehouse.

When you all get there, there is very little time before the bomb goes off. The doors are open, apparently having been opened while everyone was elsewhere. Inside are a whole lot of crates, and set-up chemical processing equipment.

Strategically-positioned inside are several men in black, military-stye uniforms, sun glasses, and advanced rifles that look like they have power cores of some sort and probably do not fire bullets.

In the middle of the room is an attractive women of about 30 wearing a white top and white skirt. She has pale skin, green eyes, and medium-length, bright red hair. Viridian notices that she radiates a lot of white magic.

Next to her is a fit, attractive man, probably a little older and tanner, dressed like the soldiers, with short, spikey, black hair. His eyes are obscured by sunglasses. Unlike the soldiers, he does not have a weapon at the ready, though he is armed.

 

[Victim]

Umm... "Hello. We can do introductions after we evacuate the bomb blast," Shooting Star say, trying and failing to sound confident and in control.

The bomb threat was like a second wind, but I'm going to have to deal with my post-fight shakes in the next few minutes. Let's hurry things up so I can get to a more private space.

 

[Shayuri]

Viridian swallows a little nervously...she'd never actually met another 'real' magician before on anything like conversational terms. For all her talk about magical being a natural force and used throughout history, she was speaking out of books and theory. What mages the world had clearly didn't usually advertise themselves.

"Thank you," she says to the woman. "For getting the others out of there." She manages a wan smile. "I'll have to learn that one. Are you Ms. White?"

 

[DM_Matt]

Viridian swallows a little nervously...she'd never actually met another 'real' magician before on anything like conversational terms. For all her talk about magical being a natural force and used throughout history, she was speaking out of books and theory. What mages the world had clearly didn't usually advertise themselves.

"Thank you," she says to the woman. "For getting the others out of there." She manages a wan smile. "I'll have to learn that one. Are you Ms. White?"

Don't worry, honey, you'll learn quite a lot with us. And yeah, Ms. White. Or Miss White, if you prefer. Come on, lets get you to somewhere safe," she says, putting an arm around Viridian to help her stay balanced.

Umm... "Hello. We can do introductions after we evacuate the bomb blast," Shooting Star says, trying and failing to sound confident and in control.

"Of course we can. Some of you look like you could use some rest as well. Mr. Black, a hand please?"

"My pleasure," he says with a grin, as he and a soldier come to help Shooting Star and Nightweaver walk to Ms. White.

"Not too much pleasure, please, Blackie Boy," Ms. White says sarcastically. "Now everyone join hands, quickly."

 

[Fenris2]

Angel joins handswith the rest mentally making note who needs more healing as soon as they get where ever it is they are going...

 

[Victim]

"I can still fly!" she snaps defensively, darting past those sent to help her. I hate being weak; needing help. Dependency has gotten old.

"Take hold of my wrists, not my hands." Megan instructs, holding out her arms.

 

[DM_Matt]

"I can still fly!" she snaps defensively, darting past those sent to help her. I hate being weak; needing help. Dependency has gotten old.

"Take hold of my wrists, not my hands." Megan instructs, holding out her arms.

The soldier backs off, lightly taking her wrist and letting her take the lead. Then he links up with the circle.

 

[Raylis]

Reluctantly, Nightweaver allows Mr. Black to lead her over to the woman, "A little more information next time, would be nice." she murmers, stumbling a bit and fighting off the urge to pass out. "Think you can dim the lights?"