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Quinn wrote:Selenidaria wrote: "Doc, can you see if this is some sort of physical ailment?"
Off in own thought, and not giving the situation much thought at the moment. Quinn is caught off guard when Sel beckons her to take a look at the now collapsed Rat. Did he just collapse for no reason? Hmmm. What could it be? Blood sugar, heart attack, brain aneurysm, blood clot? It could any of those and them some. I wish I would have payed a little more attention. Look at those twitches and spasms, reminds me of a juicer. Psionics could possibly be the culprit. What am I waiting for? Quinn turns and is now focused on the unconscious creature. She makes a dash towards him before kneeling at his side. Quinn begins to check to ascertain the cause of the rat creatures mysterious ailment. Ignoring Ecks words of warning, as she continues to proceeds to help. ”Maybe someone should check and see if its not some type of psionic attack. I'll see if there is anything I could do for him. Damn it, Rat. Don't you fo leaving us just yet. It aint your time.”
Quinn will relay any of her findings to group. If she fails to find cause of his collapse then she will do the best she can to make the rat creature more comfortable or steady his vital.Skill Rolls
Ecks wrote:The operator blinks at Mink's comment about taking them lightly. Don't take them lightly? How does she think we'll handle them?
Victor radios back and relates his story. "Wait Vic, I've heard this story before. Almost verbatim, save for the dog boy. Remember Marquette? Stay away from any redheads. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." he says, ending with a scholarly tone.
"But yes, let's get together. I'd like to hear what they can tell us. I am beginning to wonder if Rat's master is the reason we are here."
Quinn begins to check Rat over. While she does so, Ecks keeps a sharp eye on him, even going so far as to unholster his NG-45. He covers the doctor while she checks him over. "Be careful Quinn."
Ecks wrote:((rolls carried))
Sel's question elicits a smirk from Ecks. "Oh, just means that Victor has had a few crash and burns with red heads. Red headed women. It's a long story. I'll have Victor recount it over beers after we save the world."
Maniacal Laugh wrote:When Elite repeated A-A-P-S, Kinsley recognized that as the name of the mercs known as the "Heroes of Merctown" and it didn't take much convincing to get Elite and Avatar to giver her a lift. When they land, Kinsley can tell immediately that she is surrounded by people from her own time.
Ecks wrote:Victor radios back and relates his story. "Wait Vic, I've heard this story before. Almost verbatim, save for the dog boy. Remember Marquette? Stay away from any redheads. Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." he says, ending with a scholarly tone.
Ecks wrote:"Marquette's name was Amie if I recall. Em and Mindy both warned you something was shady. Wasn't the girl from Salisbury a red head too? That was hysterical." he replies, sounding as if he was gleefully recalling a cherished childhood memory.
Ecks wrote:"Well from what I heard, there was a bubble party and something about a cow costume. I didn't have the interest to ask for further details." He says, wondering how far down the rabbit hole he dares go.
Kinsley Jones wrote: "I'm Doctor Jones, Doctor Kinsley Jones that is. Renowned archeologist and dimensional traveler. I recognize your groups mercenary name, you all are from MercTown from a different dimension of Earth right? One where magic, dragons, and such exist? Uh, oh! The Coalition States run most of civilized North America!", she looks around at what faces she can see hoping for some sign of recognition. Stepping forward she goes on, "I am from the same dimension as you all, although I suspect you arrived here on purpose, not by happen stance like I did. Is your leader present or is he or she on their way? I would like to have a word with them.".
Kinsley Jones wrote: "I'm Doctor Jones, Doctor Kinsley Jones that is. Renowned archeologist and dimensional traveler. I recognize your groups mercenary name, you all are from MercTown from a different dimension of Earth right? One where magic, dragons, and such exist? Uh, oh! The Coalition States run most of civilized North America!", she looks around at what faces she can see hoping for some sign of recognition. Stepping forward she goes on, "I am from the same dimension as you all, although I suspect you arrived here on purpose, not by happen stance like I did. Is your leader present or is he or she on their way? I would like to have a word with them.".
Drake wrote:Drake smirks. "Yeah that's where we're from. As for our leader, he's on his way I would guess." Drake says bfore clicking on his radio once more. "Their's a nice fox lady who'd like to talk with you at your easiest convenience. Seems she's another dimensional castaway." Drake says before clicking his radio off.
Local Conditions wrote:New Jersey
- Location: Port Newark
- Population: A lot.
- Time: 1010 Wednesday, September 10 XXXXCE
- Ley Line Activity: None
- Weather: 45, overcast, no wind
- Visibility: Good, grey sky, even light
- I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Normal x1
Psychic and mystical examination of Rat seems to suggest that rather than an attack, something has been withdrawn, leaving the man...rodent...whatever...currently unable to function. Curious.
Everyone has several seconds to catch their breath before yet another person steps out of the shadows where there had clearly been no person before. This time there’s no tingle of magic to give the trick away; it’s as if she simply...appeared.
”I see the visions were correct,” she says softly, her voice managing to carry nonetheless. This woman is fairly petite, clothed in tight clothing of a silvery-white hue, the hooded cloak shadowing the upper portions of her face and flowing down her back lined in a soft grey.
”I do not mean to intrude, but I have an urgent need of your services; many lives hang in the balance, and there are those who would stop me if they could.”She addresses Ecks, as if she somehow already knows who is in charge.
”I am the Silver Lunarch. May we talk?” she inquires with polite urgency.
Mad Scientist wrote:
The Valkyries are rather insistent on taking the unconscious Rat along with them, and given the firepower seen wielded by superheroes fighting in the skies already, it doesn’t necessarily seem prudent to push the issue too...vigorously
Selenidaria wrote:"I hate to say this, but unless they can get us where we need to be when we need to be there to save Isis, I'm going to have to vote a hard no on this. It's not just Isis who is in danger, but all of reality, and don't we have something like 36 to 48 hours before we need to be in the Middle East?"
Local Conditions wrote:New Jersey
- Location: Port Newark
- Population: A lot.
- Time: 1015 Wednesday, September 10 XXXXCE
- Ley Line Activity: None
- Weather: 45, overcast, no wind
- Visibility: Good, grey sky, even light
- I.S.P. Condition (Brianna): Normal x1
Visions wrote:Drake lays on the sand of some forgotten valley, his limbs twisted unnaturally. Searing pain is all he feels, or he would have noticed the hot wind, reminiscent of an oven slowly baking his skin. Or the sharp jabs of the vulture tearing out his insides. Drakes eyes only register the burning presence of light without there being any light, while his ears are tormented by the roar of impossible waterfalls, rendering him insensate to the outside. Drake tries to scream, but his voice has been stolen from him, just like any chance of survival. The world continues to dissolve into a endless ocean of pain, until all fades into nothing.
"Are you okay?" Drakes asks shakily as he drops to his knees to help her.
Drake wrote:Drake cries out in pain and winces at the sound of his own shattered voice. "Who's not dead?" Drake asks hoarsely, his voice raw from what likely was a torrent of screams. Drake slowly works his limbs under him, and with the help of the servos in his power armor pushes his body up from the ground to look around.
Consumer wrote:Drake cries out in pain and winces at the sound of his own shattered voice. "Who's not dead?" Drake asks hoarsely, his voice raw from what likely was a torrent of screams. Drake slowly works his limbs under him, and with the help of the servos in his power armor pushes his body up from the ground to look around.
Brianna Clarke wrote:Brianna shakes her head as she weakly replies, ”No, I'm pretty fucking far from ok.” Realizing her face is wet, she uses a Kleenex to wipe her face off and checks in with her weapons, 'You guys ok?' she asks them. Brianna's face is ashen, still haunted by what she had just gone through. If she's helped up, she smiles weakly and says, ”Thanks.
A few minutes pass wrote:Time moves strangely here...
Maniacal Laugh wrote:Sel vacates the building and steps into the street. It's crowded with buildings, but even with the wires and other signs of the modern age, she can still see the steel grey sky. There are a few contrails recently formed overhead. It's a big sky. Thankfully, the shipping yard is still there, and its crazy array of tech provides some counterbalance to Sel's mental quirk. A large quadcopter with an underslung container is just arriving. It's coming in for a vertical landing. There is no landing pad, it is placing the container right on top of one of the stacks. Sel hasn't obviously seen something like this before, but she recognizes a few key features: it looks like a drone (lack of cockpit) and it's nuclear powered (tell tale markings and a distinctive hump on the hull).
Ecks wrote: "We could try to get help from the women in tights or make our own way. Sel, what's clinking around in your head?"
Blue Boy Power Armor wrote: Forearm Volt Disruptor: Built onto the left arm is a high-powered dart launcher that fires specialized voltage darts very much like a 20th Century taser. The three darts hit and stick into its target and immediately release an electrical blast intended to work like a taser on standard opponents (stuns) or to short-circuit soft electronics, e.g. non-military computers, keyboards, monitors, radios, security cameras, and similar soft targets. It is not effective against cybernetics and bionics, but does double damage to the rare supernatural creatures vulnerable to electricity.
Recovered a little, Bri is able to make out the thought-words in her head from the enchanted blades. She's not sure who's speaking though. The words are That was the witch...draining my our her power.
Maniacal Laugh wrote:Though different species, neither Kinsley or Max are human. And their reactions to the mindstorm are similar, but the auditory and olfactory sensations of the visions are more powerful for them. They both manage to stagger up into a bipedal position, and looking around, despite their hurts they seem less affected then some.
Kinsley Jones wrote:Maniacal Laugh wrote:Though different species, neither Kinsley or Max are human. And their reactions to the mindstorm are similar, but the auditory and olfactory sensations of the visions are more powerful for them. They both manage to stagger up into a bipedal position, and looking around, despite their hurts they seem less affected then some.
"OoOoOooh my head.", Kinsley moans, then she suddenly sniffs the air, "Why do I smell s'mores?".
A few minutes pass wrote:Time moves strangely here...
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