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The girl backs away, the further away she is from the winger heroine the less her body shivers, even the spasming clenches of her right arm slow.

“Yeah I'll be fine, hadn't you like better go see about the explosion and stuff?”

Tomb begins to climb down the fire escape, no more mischief from her..... tonight.

A shiver runs through the girls body as the winged heroine lays a gentle arm around her shoulders, her right fist clenches and unclenches violently. Panic flashes though the girl, with each involuntary full body shiver. Angrily she pushes Wavekites arm away, quickly stepping away from the hero.

Grabbing at her still spasming right arm, she glares angrily

“D...don't do that! whatever you were just doing it feels bad1” genuine emotion this time in her voice, unease and fear.

CONGRATULATIONS!

The girl let a sudden look of fear cross her face at the winged womans words.

“Pl...please don't do that!” she begged

“If you take me there, then daddy will have to come to get me an' he'll be angry and beat me an' an' lock me in the basement again for be...being a bad girl” she wasn't particularly a bad actor, but though she scrunched up her face as if about to cry, no emotion showed in her pale blue eyes.

“I'll head r...right home this v...very minute is th....that okay?” she fake sobbed

Krak-Krakooom!

Tomb giggled again as in the distance a massive rose of flame bloomed in the sky, the explosion of Dr Mech's arm shattering the frozen barrels, the heat melting the frozen chemicals, the pools touching and reacting violently. The cyborg zombies had been incinerated and now a cloud of toxic fumes hovered over the area of the warehouse.

The grinning and giggling girl looked up suddenly at the voice, her eyes widen slightly at the winged figure before a look animal cunning crosses her face, just for an instance before she puts on an overly cute act.

“I'm just watching the fire over there” she lies pointing at the fire across the street “the flames dance all funny like”

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so-is it a crappy thing to do? yes
is it against the rules? no

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It is if your constantly running said mobs into another group or player.

with the juice

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Some distance away....

The little girl tossed her remote control over the side, grinning as the flames eating away at the fast food joint rose higher, her blond hair and yellow overcoat dyed a deep orange by the flickering flames. Suddenly she laughed a delighted giggle that caused tears of mirth to roll down her face...

Some distance away....


“Where's the [censored] boom?” Tomb muttered angrily, staring hatefully through her binoculars.

Below her firefighters were battling with the blazing fast food joint.

“Guess some one put out the flames then....I'll use this instead” reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a black remote control, clicking it towards the warehouse

Truck inside the warehouse....


Ten super cooled barrels shattered like metal eggs as tortured meta-human flesh stretched and pushed, rising from the barrels ten horrific zombie soldiers. There flesh a twisted patchwork of roughly grafted together meta-human corpses, their lower arms replaced with weapons each had a heavy machine gun for their left arm, and a recoil less rifle for their right. Toxic radioactive blood surged through their bodies as they rushed from the over turned Juggernaut, they saw the heroes and opened fire spraying the room with random bursts off machine gun fire as slowly they began to target with their rifles...

Not quiet far enough away....

Tomb skidded to a stop, still laughing to herself in an insane little giggle, she'd ran slipping down alley ways and scaling fences, doubling back on her self several times. She slipped into a building, trainers padding across the greasy floor. One of those open all day, never closing and by the looks of it never washing fast food joints, the employee behind the counter looked down his nose at her, a skinny greasy teenager, Tomb hated him at first sight.

“Shouldn't you be in bed kid?”he asked in a nasal whine

“Just give me twenty nuclear nuggets and a king size milkshake will yah?” Tomb responded, trying not to let her irritation take control....just yet.

As she walked out of the store, she tossed a silver egg like device into the trash. Crossing the road she climbed up the fire escape of an apartment block, by the time she had reached the roof, the store had engulfed in flames, settling her self down she took out her binoculars watching the warehouse and waiting for the boom....

OOC: This action is for Crius to call. Basically it'll happen when he wants it too, posting it now, due to busyness tomorrow/I don't know if he wanted it done after his last post or after the next one.


Some small distance away...

The missle roared through the air, the police were caught unaware scattering into the air as a rose of fire blossomed, tossing police and barricade apart, a girl punched the air

“[censored] yeah! Maximum combo treble points!” Tomb screamed in joy.

But the police weren't her real target, only the barricade, her rain coat shifted in the wind as past her surged a mighty Juggernaut of a truck, it plowed through the remains of the barricade, burning remains piercing it's grill as it slammed into the side of the warehouse, materials gave way, the Juggernaut surged into the room, a hand width in front of Mr Maniacal, it slams into the supports of the main room, coming to a halt.

Fuel begins to puddle around the truck, the doors of it's load opening, barrels shifting and falling, labels drawing the eye, some read corrosive, but most just read explosive.

The girl tosses aside the bazooka, giggling as she runs into the night.

A short distance away outside the warehouse....

“Heh! Soon be time to lend my assistance” the girl laughed, the light from her cigarette dancing in the gloom.

The sound of a roaring engine filled the night as the girls form was lit up by massive head lights, she crouched sending a skittering shadow dancing along the road. Unzipping a large duffel bag she pulled out a greeny-grey metal tube.

“Give it five minutes then jam a brick in it and run off, I'll call you all later” she grins all sugar and spice, and wickedness, smoke trailing from her mouth as she hefted the bazooka.

A small distance away...

“Are you really going to go through with this Miss Tomb?” the Hellion asked “He hasn't asked for help how are you planning to make the store a must have service, if you go around giving stuff away?”

The girl stifled a laugh

“Plan? I don't plan and neither does that guy down there, don't you find him kinda thrilling? But a prison relation ship would be oh so boring” the little blond haired girl laughed, behind her were several they were marked with the warning signs for explosives, in the shadows could be heard the sound of more barrels being loaded into something, the girl took a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket, lit one and raised it to her lips

“M...Miss Tomb! What are you doing?!?” the hellion almost screamed in alarm

“Don't worry Tony all part of the plan” she grinned at him, before raising a device to her eyes, watching the warehouse “All part of the frigging plan”

She was back in Paragon, heavy sunglasses and summer bonnet providing enough of a disguise to get her bussed back into the city, after all who pays attention to kids in a city full of demons and demigods?

The girl known to the lower ranks of the underworld of criminals across the world, as Tomb was in a restaurant that also served as a bar. She was eating a children meal, hamburger and fries it didn't come with a toy but it did come with a coke, in the bathroom was her chaperon a member of the Hellions meant to prove that they were worth joining the store, was in the bathroom. He'd found her presence somewhat unnerving and had thus ordered several beers Tomb casually ate a fry and sipped her coke. The TV flickered, the band singing about getting a cape and flying were knocked off by the static, the hostages appeared then Mr Maniacal and his little spiel about the warehouse. The fry fell uneaten from the girls mouth, the coke was forgotten as was her chaperon in the bathroom .

Eyes shinning with mischief the girl says in a breathy tone

“I don't know who you are mister but I [censored] love you!”

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I doubt it'll create havok, but I'm, and thus Lea as well, taking a week's vacation starting today. I'll be back next sunday.

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Twilighter is also going on vacation. I need to focus on learning 3DSMax and this seems a good opportunity to turn RP time into learn software time.

However if the zombie event begins, I'll be there till I get delicious pumpkin head costume part, just not IC

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Depends on how you spin your invulnerability. As a play on the game mechanics Carnal Sin is entirely invulnerable, completely undestroyable thus far by any known force. You could use the woman as ammo in a c-fractional railgun and fail to damage her.

Which is entirely irrelevant to her because I took the 'Heightened Senses' in the Willpower set and ramped it up to lunatic levels. Loud noises she can just about cope with since she's kind of forced to get used to it, you can't realistically block the world out. But otherwise there's all sorts of ways to knock her out through sheer sensory overload. She eats the blandest food humanly possible and can be punched out simply via a pain overload. You could defeat the woman Discworld style (Thief of Time) by managing to land a chocolate in her mouth. She only wears the softest and lightest fabrics (with a preference for nothing) because otherwise it's like wearing a sandpaper suit (she has Vanguard armour pieces she hates), unrepresentable in the game would be her preferred grappling fighting style since striking damn well hurts, and she hovers everywhere. Doesn't even touch the floor.

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Nice.

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That works too.

Plus, the claws are a cat thing. We ALL know how vicious cats can be.

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Now the real question is how do hyper dense super strong characters take a wee?

Seriously it'd be coming out with the force of a jet cutter!

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Problem here - besides the more in-depth stuff mentioned by Khorak - is that all Peacebringer powers are energy based. If Ellie's claws being made of energy is enough to let them cut impervium, then her beam attacks will similarly punch straight through any target, no?


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As Dante said, Peacebringers are described as "masters of energy", so it wouldn't be any great stretch of the imagination for them to be able to vary the effect their attacks have. In fact, I can even DO that to some extent with IO's and their procs.

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Simplest answer would be, for the energy to have enough power to shred stuff like that it needs to be intensely focused. Beams, blasts etc lose to much intensity by increasing the area of attack, and thus don't have the 'punch' the claws do.

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'purely' theoretical example.
Say a certain well known RPer wrote a piece of fiction where her male peace bringer character has its way with another slightly lesser known player's main male power suited blaster, including tentacles and crying like a little girl.


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Relevant to my interests!

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Now, my character is a little bit cheeky in that respect because I have him as the founder of the first bloodline. He is the first vampire, but he is not the ancestor of all vampires, so think I'm ok an that one.


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You might want to watch that. I created a character ages ago who was meant to be the first of the Nictus, and CERTAIN people tore me a new one over it! *glares* I used pretty much the same as you did; he was the first nictus, but he wasn't the ancestor to all nictus. That didn't stop the righteous though!

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Mainly because I'd guess the likely hood of the first Nictus being an NPC Villain at some point, is like 90%

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Well, let's set the record straight, shall we?
Jessica in my mind is a powerful mage.
In play she's about average with a lot of confidence. This play is RP/plot, btw, not just ingame missions.
She has a lot o behind the scenes resources, meaning she can do what ever is needed and or entertaining, with enough time to research and such.
She's a real believer of "magic is what you make it, not what I make it" so when handling a curse or spell or what ever, there's plenty of possibilities and angles and stuff.
There is NO flicking fingers to fix stuff, unless it's desired and I find it plausible (the latter part about as unlikely as the former)

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Dr Strange in other words?

Basically battling limitless powered entities from beyond mortal ken in his own series?

Not wanting to attract said things to Earth by using that kind of level of power, for Earthly matters?

But without the awesome stache

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...After all the barman does tell you the chalk outline on the wall is from BAB punching some one...

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doesn't the barman just say something like; "The chalk outlines? That's from when BAB had a few too many drinks?" He doesn't actually say BAB smacked anyone. It could mean BAB got drunk and started drawing portraits of his friends on the wall and floor... or it could be one of those "No More Hiroshimas" campaigns. In any event, it's deliberately vague and I don't think it means BAB beat anyone to death in a psychotic drunken episode. For a start that's unarguably unheroic behaviour. I think BAB is considerably more than some Smirnoff-chugging dimwit. I go with the "barman trying to create atmosphere and mythology" notion. A bit like those pubs where the landlord has a photo of the Kray twins behind the bar.

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He looks more the Stella drinker if you ask me, and you can't trust those guys.

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Pocket D is kind of a tricky one really. The game canon tells us that there can be no fighting there, but just how do you stop it? Sure there could be some kinda of technomagical field that prevents use of powers (also non-offensive abilities work), but how does it stop you smacking someone in the mouth?

Personally, I allow physical contact such as punches or kicks; but disallow powers use. Makes more logical sense to me as otherwise, if physical contact were prevented, then why would you even go to a nightclub?

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It does allow it.

After all the barman does tell you the chalk outline on the wall is from BAB punching some one, of course then we'd get down to arguing what exactly is allowed or not and no one would agree.

It'd be like Civil War, except not caused by Skrulls.

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Not sure it is, having played with it. Is there anywhere written down that it is?

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Think one of the devs said so.

Or at least so people keep telling me.

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Yeah, i have to say, i thought the talsorian stuff was a reverse engineering of rikti tech, which is in line with the teleporters and war walls.

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I'm going on about it being monomolecular ¬_¬