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    44 KB Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)17:15 No.18872868  
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)17:22 No.18872970
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)17:29 No.18873037
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    Or, Now with Special Guest Star

    >Previous Threads:

    Daniel and Ashwood (Who's first name is alexander, in case you forgot) engaged in a biplane chase/duel with the Red Star-possessed dragon, which ended when the Navy shot down the dragon with a railgun. Dan followed the chase to the ground, and fought again with Anna, this time triumphing by not being a wuss, and just breaking one of her arms a little. He then freed Roxane, but was caught in Anna's devious trap which triggered the Black Rock Box so that the bridging of time and space would go through Dan. Not wanting to go quietly into that good night, Dan protested with a new power, but was ultimately saved by the intervention of Dr. M. Dan then decided to take a nap.

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)17:42 No.18873181
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    Doctor Moreau watches the slowing coagulating ball of crimson energy in the sky, as it shapes itself into an Avatar of the Red Star. Fortunately, Dr. M's psychic barrier over Daniel has disrupted the flow of energy, scattering it around some, which has cause the avatar to be much less cohesive and powerful than it would have been had the ritual gone off unimpeded. But even now, the Red Star's new form descends from the heavens, to alight on this earth. Dr. M does not alight, but rather hovers very slightly off the ground, because she can. It appears as a ten-foot tall, cloaked figure. A vaguely draconic mask hides its face, crimson light pouring out the mouth and eye slits. Its too-long arms end in blades claws, as to its feet, all encased in glittering scaled armor. Or skin.


    (Note: So, Dr. M has a few super powers. She has 10d in Telekinesis (Attacks, Defends, Useful), has the ability to fly with 3hd, can "zero shift" distances at 2hd, and can produce a psionic spear to stab things with.

    Also, she has no fourth wall, so anything you say in a post in reply to one of my updates, she will see and respond to, unless you put it in parentheses. Also, she might not do exactly as you say, but will do her best to follow advice, unless you tell her to do something retarded.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)17:55 No.18873315
    Dr. M would say something snarky about nobody offering any actions, but she's busy trying to calculate the next 50 digits of pi, or something.

    So we'll just assume it was made, and move on with the saying what to do about the potential doom of all humanity hanging out in the ruins of a storage building.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)17:56 No.18873326
    Can we gauge the avatar's power from here? Compared to Dan or the good Doctor, what are we talking?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)17:58 No.18873354
    >Dr. M has a few super powers
    She hasn't given herself all of the powers already? She must have been slacking.
    How much force does 10d of telekinesis translate to? Enough to slam the avatar into the dirt like a boss? Does it have a max range?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)18:07 No.18873440

    >"I'm no expert, but if I had to guess, I'd say we were on a level, at this stage. Just different capabilities."


    >"Hmph, that was just a list of my active abilities. I am also a telepath, and a psychic sensitive. Also, I do have MSRMD. It can be useful sometimes. And am wearing my nano-skin smart suit. But I doubt wrist mounted tools will be useful in this instance. As for my telekinetic prowess, I have been working on it for a number of years. I can lift about 12 tons, and have a range of a couple of miles. More if I put some time and effort into it. I think there are a couple of satellites over head right now."
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)18:12 No.18873488
    Is stalling a viable tactic? One edge that we have is that we have many, many potential allies who can converge to assist.

    Also, after this is over, Dr. M needs to give Roxane an autograph.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)18:14 No.18873510
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    Well, if they're on a fairly level plane, then what's keeping us from catching the Avatar in a telekinetic bubble and slamming it into the ground repeatedly ala Goro Daimon?
    Dr. M is as powerful as we're going to get right now. Extra hands can help, but we should finish this ourselves.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)18:23 No.18873592
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    >Use telekinesis to bring down satellite
    >Use MSRMD to work out where it will land
    >Use telekinesis to pin avatar in that spot
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)18:38 No.18873773
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    >"C'est Magnifique. Couldn't have planned it better myself. Well, I could, but I have no idea where I'd get all the toads."

    "COWER, MORTAL!" The Red Star announces, striking a pose of dominence, hands arms spread out to the heavens. "I HAVE COME. SOON, I THE LORD OF BLOOD, SHALL-" Eve interrupts him. "How dull." She sweeps her hand in a telekinetic motion, and the avatar is swept sideways, and crashes through one of the remaining walls and out onto the grounds. Dr. M closes the distance in a single second, and hovers in the open hole, and extends a hand to the sky in a clasping motion. "WHO DARES!?" Queries the Red Star, rising to its feet. Its glowing eye-slits focus on Dr. M, and it extends a hand at her. Tendrils of red energy shoot from inside its sleeve, but are deflected by a hexagonal plane of force which appears in front of her. It snarls in rage, and retracts its hand, drawing in power.

    >Orbital Strike In: 1 Minute. What do?

    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)18:47 No.18873875
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    So we have to hold him down for one minute, right? Turn him into a Matryoshka doll. Compact him into bubbles within bubbles within bubbles. THEN engage telekinetic judo.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)18:51 No.18873935
    >I have no idea where I'd get all the toads
    Damp places. They're not exactly rare. If you can reach a satellite you should be in range of at least a couple of hundred grab-able toads. How many toads does one girl need?
    Anyway, pin his arms to his side so he can't do the energy thing again. Pin his chin to his chest in case of eye-beams or whatever and so he can't see exactly where you are or do any more of that annoying prattle. General telekinetic full-body bind.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)19:19 No.18874306
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    >"Did I say toads? I mean poison dart frogs."

    (2x6 and 3x10 on Ranged Pin/Telegrapple)

    "FOOLISH WOMAN. YOUR SHIELD WONT PROTECT YOU FOREVER." The Red Star announces, loudly. Eve ignores him, and just sticks out both her hands in a gripping motion. The avatar goes rigid, arms pinned to its side, and head aimed down at the ground. Dr. M smirks a little, as the godlike entity twitches as it tries to struggle against the immense pressing force. It struggles, and actually cracks one of the layers of psychic pressure, but is unable to break free at the moment.

    Before she can move to do any thing more interesting, it breathes deep, which is unusual because it shouldn't be able to expand its chest cavity that far. It breathes/spits a cloud of rust-colored, blood like mist. Where it touches the grass, it dies. Or rather, the substance drains the life and color where it touches. Some of it splashes on Dr. M's arm. It instantly begins chewing away at the smartskin, but the instant it comes into direct contact with her skin, there is a small flash of light, and blue-white flames burn the substance off of her. She brushes it away with a hand, black powdery ash coming off. The smartskin heals itself, and Dr. M glares at the avatar, and cracks her knuckles.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:23 No.18874382
    Death breath? That's...mildly annoying. Put a muzzle on him.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:44 No.18874733
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    20 tons of force is quite a bit. He may be supernaturally resilient enough to not have turned into paste already, but he should still have relatively squishier bits. Eyeballs, the non-eye balls if he has them, etc. I'm sure Eve knows where they all are. Concentrate the bind to hit his weak points for massive damage.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)19:56 No.18874925
    Put a muzzle on the fuck, have it so when he tries it again it ends up going back down his throat.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)20:03 No.18875008
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    "Your breath smells terrible." Says doctor M, then sticks out a hand at about head level.

    (2x10 on Tele-gag)

    The avatar tumbles end over end and ends up pressed against the ground, psychic force pressing on its mouth area. Red energy leaks from under the mask, which cracks slightly. It struggles in vain against the effort, clearly not used to its smaller shape, and thus being able to be grappled, mentally or no. Tendrils shoot out in a random direction as Moreau increases the pressure, causing a hexagonal space containing the avatar to suddenly be about three inches lower than it was a second ago. Out of the corner of her eye, Dr. M can see a faint streak in the sky, like a shooting star. A faint whistle reaches her ears.

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)20:05 No.18875025
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    Then she hears a shout behind her. "Damn you!" She half turns to find Anna moving swiftly to close the distance, extradimensional radiation clutched in her hand. She gets maybe 5 yards away before Dr. M replies, "Petulant child!" With her hands occupied, she instead focuses her power into a baleful gaze, striking all in her sight with psychic force. The top layer of concrete peels away into vapor. An errant steel beam lying in her line of sight is sheared off in a shower of sparks, the end glowing hotly. A shelf full of glass containers and chemistry equipment explodes into a cloud of dust. The wall behind Anna is simply deleted in a binocular-like pattern. The force shears away clothing. Then skin. It strips Anna's body from neck to the tops of her feet down to the muscle, and her charge stops short as crumples to the floor in shock. Moreau finishes the gesture with a slashing motion, slashing Anna across one cheek to the next, drawing a deep cut through the tattoos on each cheek. "Consider the experiment failed." She turns back to the captive avatar, who appears to be drawing in power, as the grass around it dies.

    >Orbital Strike In: 30 sec.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:07 No.18875052
    It's drawing in power, either trying to bust out or hit Dr. M with something nasty.

    Get some shields up and prepare to zeroshift out of the way.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:14 No.18875169
    Ouch. In a bad mood are we?
    Well, for the next 30 seconds, I suggest finding something large, inorganic, and possibly flammable to hit it with repeatedly, that should be enough of a distraction until something larger presents itself, heh.
    I'd also suggest grabbing some of those Force Spears if possible, and using them pin Red Star down, dissecting frog style.
    And remember to get into the air and push down on the satellite before it hits for that extra bit of force.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:15 No.18875191
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    Well that's got to hurt. And is probably fatal.
    If it's trying to bust out of the telekinesis, use psionic spears to pin it physically as well?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)20:21 No.18875268

    >"Sadly, I am limited to one spear at a time. It's an ability I gained by reverse engineering Cyrean implants used to generate melee weapons from psychic energy, and wasn't originally designed for more than one. I can still try to pin its face or chest to the ground, if you think I should."
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:24 No.18875313
    Yes, it certainly wouldnt hurt. You at least. I'd Go for the chest, simply for the chance of further disrupting those breath attacks, but I wouldnt count on it being beholding to petty things like breathing.

    Perhaps you could supplement that one spear with one of those pylons you sheared off?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:31 No.18875429
    Shame, toss one to pin him down and keep him held for 30 more seconds.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)20:42 No.18875601
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    >"Oh, right. Debris. Lots of that lying around."

    Dr. M shifts over to hover above the Red Star, and summons a red-white spear of energy and drives it downwards into the center of the avatar's mass. It penetrates clean through, and crimson mist bleeds out, like some kind of strange video game effect. Strangely, as she drives the spear in, she feels almost zero resistance past punching through the outside robe and through its very back. Like the inside is hollow, or something. It twitches with the impact, and she shifts back, hovering just inside the "wall" of the building.

    Then the goddamn avatar stands up, grabs the spear, and rips it out of itself, and snaps it in two with its hand. "YOUR WEAPONS MEAN NOTHING TO ME!" It declares. "We'll see." She says, then grabs two psychic handfuls of debris from the building, and smashes them together on top of the being, crushing it into a mound of junk. The whistling sound has grown to a faintly metallic roar as a fireball is rapidly descending on Liberty City. There is a flash of red light, and the debris disintegrates around the Avatar. "WHAT NEXT, LITTLE GIRL?" It demands. Eve just smirks and points without looking over in the direction of the falling star. The avatar turns its head to look, and is hit by the equivalent of a semi truck. Dropped from space.

    There is the loudest goddamn noise anyone ever did hear, shattering half the windows on campus, and a burst of heat and light as a huge gouge is carved out of the grounds of the university, shrouding the entire area in a cloud of debris.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:48 No.18875695
    Find it. Throw more spears at it. Telekinetic punches. Make sure it's dead.
    Disintegrate the body. Make sure it can't eternal lie, 'cause with strange aeons even death may die.
    Then find Anna/Anna's corpse.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)20:49 No.18875708
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    >pic sort of related
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:50 No.18875717
    It might not be dead, keep on hammering its location with psychic force, lances, any large heavy objects we find nearby.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:50 No.18875725
    Continue assault. This is not to get cocky. Wrap some debris around Anna in case she tries to move. Afterwards, go after it. Don't drop psychic defenses at any point.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)20:53 No.18875773

    Anna has no skin. If she's conscious enough to move, doing so probably causes immense pain.

    Just sayin'.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)20:55 No.18875800
    Oh, missed that bit. I thought she was just naked, unconcscious, and bleeding.
    Okay, concentrate on hurling more debris at the entity from beyond this universe then.
    Prepare for the inevitale counteract by reinforcing defenses, if we can.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)21:08 No.18875966
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    >"No es bueno. Shame on you. I should at least admire my handy work, no?"

    The doctor floats up to a nice apex in the debris cloud, and makes a sweeping gesture. The cloud spirals outward and away, exposing the clear night sky again. She then drifts down to alight on the scarred earth, and observe the crater of what's left of the Avatar, which shambles to its feet. As it does, it's mask drops from its hooded face. It looks up at her and snarls "YOU...!", revealing what is inside its tattered robes. A miniature constellation of crimson stars and stardust, swirling around in an infinite void of a hood, a single red eye peering out of the abyss.

    Dr. M stares into the Abyss. The Abyss stares back. She considers the Abyss for a moment, before deciding the Abyss would look nice in a painting over her mantle, and resolves to get that started at her earliest possible convenience. The Red Star picks its mask back up and places it back on its... "face". The mask is heavily damaged, and large amounts of the Abyss show through the cracks. It points a finger at her, but she zero shifts around behind it, and its bolt of lightning misses completely. "Looks like I don't need my shield after all." She says. It wheels around to face her, but she simply summons another hexagonal plane of force, and pushes it forward, smacking into it like a freight train, and throwing it into the building, knocking down the half of it that had a roof. The other half that didn't have a roof manages to not collapse, however.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:15 No.18876072
    Pursue and keep on beating it like a red-headed stepchild. We don't want to give it a chance to absorb something interesting or get a good snack off of the life around here.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:17 No.18876097
    Seconding the stepchild comment.
    Can't really put it better myself. Stab it with a spear again to distract it, the zero shift and punch it with force.
    Crush it after that, into the ground, to keep it from moving. Keep at it, and if it struggles for much longer bring down another Satellite.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)21:20 No.18876137
    >"Oh, but satellites take so much time to de-orbit. Isn't there something heavy closer?"

    (Also really surprised no comments about Dr. M switching from French to Spanish.)
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:21 No.18876148
    I was gonna say something about that. Next thing you know, she'll start cursing it out in old Celtic.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:22 No.18876165
    Satellites are a last resort kind of weapon. We have enough debris to keep hitting it right here, but if it doesn't seem to be going down switch over to heavy artillery.
    Unless you can accelerate objects here to the same degree?
    Can we get a car to go as fast or faster as a satellite falling from orbit?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:22 No.18876169
    We're surrounded by broken buildings and there ought to be some cars lying around. Hell, what happened to the railgun bullet, that ought to be heavy and dense.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:23 No.18876176
    We have several buildings' worth of debris. I'm sure all that is heavy enough. We just have to bring it up to speed.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:25 No.18876203
    (I thought "isn't she French?" and then I remembered that she's a super-genius who probably knows most languages.)
    The way to deal with an abyss is to fill it. Pulverise some concrete or something into sand, stuff it through the bastard's eye-slits.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)21:26 No.18876220

    >railgun bullet
    >assuming that didn't vaporize
    >or assuming that it didn't just keep going an achieve orbit
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:28 No.18876247
    Is it that important what we hit him with?
    Your interest here is a little concerning.
    Find chunks of concrete and smack him with them, and if that doesn't work find something denser.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:28 No.18876258
    Oh well, figured it might still be large pile of dense slag. If there are wrecked buildings around us we can just use all of the bits of rebar as a hail of spears. There's giant piles of concrete to use.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:29 No.18876269
    The issue is making sure all the damage sticks. How quickly can the doctor bring something up to speed?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:30 No.18876293
    While smashing things into the Avatar's face does a good job of keeping it occupied and causing basic damage, what about the other plans the not-so-good-Dr. has made for tonight? Possible ways to damage the Box, possible ways to disrupt the Avatar itself (including infecting it with something that will diminish it's power long after it's been kicked to the curb from this reality). Do we have anything to counter it's thirst for Life?

    Also, what are the estimates on the amount of damage the Naval Railgun the Dr. hacked can do? Are then enough, or do we need to thing more abstractly.

    We need to find it's weakpoint, then figure out this entity, making sure to understand it's weaknesses for the future.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:31 No.18876307
    Exerting enough force to lift 12 tons, which from my basic understand of physics is close to 100 tons of force, she should be able to accelerate a heavy object reasonably well.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:31 No.18876312
    >wrist-mounted tools
    Telekinesis-empowered 12-ton drill punch? Pierce the heavens!
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    Assuming there is a future for the Red Star. I wonder if this is the universe that obliterates the Red Star for good.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)21:35 No.18876364

    (Well, she does speak a lot of languages, but the Spanish is for a kind of interesting reason about her backstory I'm not sure I've explicitly mentioned in quest before, and I kind of threw it out there for you guys to latch onto if you wanted.)


    >"Hack the navy railgun? Oh, that's a wonderful Idea! Should have done that sooner....Hrm, little too much stuff in the way over the curvature of the ground now... maybe throw it up in the air...?"

    Dr. M muses to herself quietly for a couple moments.

    >the Box
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:35 No.18876375
    Well, theres probably still some Satellite debris scattered about, They make those things pretty sturdy. I say grab the largest Edged bit of material you can find, and get to work on decapitating this guy. not that I believe it needs a head, but seeing as the eye, which seems to be it's well Avatar for lack of a better term, that seem like the spot to focus on.
    OR, get the mask out of the way, And start throwing stuff into that hole where its face should be.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:43 No.18876480

    >>>"Hack the navy railgun? Oh, that's a wonderful Idea! Should have done that sooner....Hrm, little too much stuff in the way over the curvature of the ground now... maybe throw it up in the air...?"

    Nevermind, this is a much better idea.
    I dont suppose the fair doctor could use her Telekinesis and MSRMD together to try to angle a rail gun shot so that we could hit both Red Star AND the box, could we? It might help if we get him in the same general location first.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:45 No.18876510
    Unless you get some super-Euclidian shit going on, we'll probably need to pin the Avatar to the box to hit both at the same time.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:46 No.18876529
    Question, would it be possible to use the Box as a missile against the guy? Or is that impractical and/or would lead to the world exploding.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:48 No.18876541
    Dr. M, you mean you haven't been considering the WONDEROUS ways you can both test things for science WHILE destroying them (the box and the red star)? I am disappoint. The only reason why no-one has succeeded yet is because they were weak, unintelligent, and lacking the will to truly do so (or possibly two out of three).

    Considering the need for life, would it be possible to use a railgun pulse to start up a static charge similar to Tesla's idea on power transmission (You send lightning shooting around the upper atmosphere collecting energy, pushing it again and again, then you can direct it anywhere), but instead using the power generated to create a void effect? The lack of energy might cancel the Avatar out. Plus, it's SCIENCE!!!!!
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:48 No.18876552
    Crush him with the box he was summoned with. It has a certain poetry to it.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:51 No.18876585
    Oh, I must of forgotten to mention then such a blast, if hurled carelessly, would probably detonate in a radius that would destroy an extremely large area (the blast would be more powerful then the biggest fusion bombs available to the world government some decades ago). Do be careful.

    On that note, I must be going, but I'm certain you can take it from here, m'lady.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)21:53 No.18876601
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    Dr. M zero shifts over to the pile of debris, and finds the Avatar staggering to its feet again, just past the pile of stuff. She puts a spear in its face. This seems to confuse it, and while it struggles to pull the spear out, she hops down to the floor level, and grabs the end of a steel roof beam.

    The skintight translucent nanotech smart-skin suddenly warps to show a figure of high muscle definition, and just as the Red Star gets the spear out of its face, revealing it now has no upper half of a mask, she clubs it over the head with the beam. "In the words of this generation..." Then she does it again. "Welcome to Earth." But when she comes around for the third pass, it holds up a single finger and stops the blow, the sound of its finger on the metal reminiscent of a record-scratch. The beam instantly starts melting away, like rust and erosion in fast motion. Dr. M discards the beam, and decides for a more comprehensive assault. She grabs every piece of rebar she can find, and raises them up in a dome of pointy steel around the Avatar, well out of reach.

    "O' ANGEL OF THIS WORLD, DO YOU HAVE ENOUGH SPEARS?" The Red Star asks. "Let's find out." Eve smirks and replies. She then pelts him with them as as high a speed as she can muster, turning him into a veritable pin cushion. After a few seconds, she's out of ammunition, and the avatar stands there. Then it inhales deep, and the rebar sections embedded in its body all fall out, eaten away completely. Holes in the robes seal up right after, and all in all, it seems much less ragged. It's like it eats iron. Wait. That train of though is interrupted as it cackles madly.

    >"Err. I'm open to suggestions."
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:54 No.18876621
    Okay, iron is a no go.
    Pin it with force again, and let it begin its monologue.
    Keep it away from any more debris for a while.
    We need high impact, not high penetration.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:55 No.18876629
    It seems to be destroying the stuff you impale him with, I don't think the Box is going to be that easy to eat away. It might be immune to what seems to be directed entropy. Toss the box into it's abyss of a face at a very high velocity.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:57 No.18876646
    I'm not sure if destroying the box will disperse the Avatar since it's, y'know, already here. But at this point, it can't hurt.
    That aside, what's the general method of banishing an already-present Outsider?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)21:58 No.18876666
    >I'm not sure if destroying the box will disperse the Avatar
    That's not the point. The box is big and heavy and as far as we know indestructible. It's good for hitting things with.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:01 No.18876708
    What about after the fact? We're supposed to be banishing, if not outright obliterating, the Red Star, not catching it with a butterfly net that suspiciously looks like a giant black brick.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:02 No.18876714
    rolled 38 = 38

    you did all that ocult research right ?
    cant you make something to seal away its power? or a part ? use the previously set up anti summoning circle?

    how moving the ions in the air to make a few Lightning
    strikes on this ass.?

    do you think asking him nicely to leave could work?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)22:21 No.18877058
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    >"Irony. Perfect."

    Dr. M smiles to herself, and silently thanks the voices in her head. She grins up at the Avatar, and quietly sticks out a fist to lift up something behind it. The Red Star remains oblivious. "SUCH A GOOD STRUGGLE. I ONLY HOPE THE REST OF THIS PATHETIC WORLD PUTS UP HALF THE FIGHT YOU DO..." Random blood-colored tendrils snake out of its sleeves and start randomly squirming and sliding over the floor, careful to not come to close to the Doctor. "I SHALL ENJOY DRINKING YOU ESSENCE." It says, abyssal eye affixed on the doctor.

    "Good luck with that." She says, and breaks into a manic grin that has struck fear in the hearts of men since 1975. She's had a lot of practice with it. She sticks out her other hand, and scoops the avatar up off the ground. "WHAT!?" It says. Then she pulls her two hands together like a child crashing her toys together. The Red Star has barely enough time to shout "IMPOSSIBLE!" before it collides head on (because two object in motion hitting eachother is always better than a moving object hitting a standing one). There is a flash of crimson light, then a burst of what can only be described as anti-light, in a perfectly spherical reaction. It vanishes after only a split second, leaving a perfectly spherical ground zero in the floor, ten feet deep and five feet across.

    >Anything you guys want to say to Dr. M before switching back to Daniel?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:24 No.18877120

    "Ever considered working for the good guys, M?"
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:26 No.18877142
    M is working for the Good Guys, to some degree. She's doing Science and very well. Learning about how Super powers effect us is a necessary step, and so is advancing Society.
    Good job, Doctor M. Thanks for helping out.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:26 No.18877146
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    What he said. Just because a scientist is mad doesn't mean she isn't altruistic.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:28 No.18877191
    rolled 9 = 9

    follow lessons of Mr. Rogers and you will be just fine
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:31 No.18877236
    My good doctor, though we shall no doubt eventually be on opposing sides, I must confess a certain exhilaration at working with you. I would be lacking in any sort of sense whatsoever if I did not fear you, but my respect for you is great. I look forward to the days ahead.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)22:32 No.18877263
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    >"Oh, but I do. I've spent my life trying to ensure a path for humanity to remain in control of their own evolutionary destiny, and protecting the species from extinction. I mean, who cares of a few of the individual members of the species are hurt, if overall we grow stronger? Same principle as building stronger bacterial samples or ant colonies..."


    >"Ohoho, how cute. Thinking *I* was doing this for you, and that our interests didn't simply coincide. I only work to help humanity, little one."


    >"My my, such complements. It was fine enough to work with you all as well, audience."
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:32 No.18877264
    Nice working with you Doc, thanks for saving the world. Have you ever considered that it would be more efficient and better for science and humanity as a whole if you toned down the crazy?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:35 No.18877297
    I'm >>18877142, and thats what I was saying. Your program is what Humanity needs, regardless of what it wants.
    But I'm glad you found it amusing. Good to stay on the bright side.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)22:36 No.18877316

    >toned down the crazy
    >implying Dr. M can or wants to tone down the crazy
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:37 No.18877324
    >>18877146 here. I'm pretty sure those few humans who get hurt would care, and they carry a bit more sentience than ants or bacteria. Still, what's done is done. Don't get too far ahead of yourself, doctor.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:39 No.18877354
    Could you possibly go and try and stop Anna from dying if she's not already dead? I hear having no skin is kind of bad for you.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)22:42 No.18877418

    >"We'll see. Her fate wont be in my hands... but in another's."

    Last call for questions.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:43 No.18877439
    Whats your sample size here?
    Do you have many experiments currently running, or only say ten?
    How many on average respond postively to uplifting?
    Speaking out of curiousity here.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:45 No.18877461
    Oh, somebody mentioned an autograph for Roxy earlier.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:45 No.18877469
    Why did you switch to spanish, it doesn't seem quite as classy as traditional french.

    Also could you leave an autograph made out to Roxanne, she's a big fan of yours.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:46 No.18877477
    rolled 63 = 63

    got any psychic modules handy don't you think Dan deserves one, he did pretty good for only having powers for a few days.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)22:47 No.18877515
    Our first move as Dan should probably be to use his newfound Necromancy powers and dump a hell of lot of life force into Anna.

    She's going to new a shitload of health to keep on keeping on.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)22:57 No.18877667

    >"Did I? Well, my father was french, my mother German, and I grew up in several countries in South America, mostly Brazil. I learned a lot of languages all at once. I picked up Russian and English later, when I needed to learn the languages of the world superpowers."


    >"I hardly think Daniel needs my help now, he's growing fine on his own. That ability earlier, before I saved him... Never seen anything exactly like it."


    >"Now, now, can't reveal all my secrets. Currently, Daniel is now my only uplifted specimen, though I've been examining both the control subjects for a number of weeks now. I have my eye on the next two, however. I'll admit my current program is a little small, but if I can spot trends at this level, I plan to expand it in my second phase, but only if its safe. As for others, well, mostly I've aimed more for immediate or short-term effect tests on external subjects, or experiments not easily performed on myself. If I needed to study long term effects, I can always use me."

    (Returning to Dan in next post)
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:05 No.18877780
    Wait, doesn't Dan being a protagonist fuck up your experiments? What happens to him is not likely to happen to others you give the same powers to.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:14 No.18877918

    I'm pretty sure Dr. M isn't genre-aware like Miles the Self-Pitying Necromancer.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)23:16 No.18877951
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    For the second time today, someone is trying to wake you up from a dead black sleep. "..p! Wake up, Dan!" The somebody sounds female. And is shaking you. You slowly open your eyes to find yourself comfortably reclining against a tiny section of wall, in what used to be a building, but lacks sufficient walls and roofs to be called such any more. Roxane is kneeling down beside you, gently shaking your shoulders. "Did we win?" You mutter sleepily.

    "Yes, as a matter of fact Daniel, I did." Says Dr. M, who appears with a sound that accompanies space time snapping back and forth like a rubber band. If you hadn't just woke up from a nap, you'd have jumped out of your skin. Roxane almost does, and sprawls backwards on her butt with a tiny yelp. Dr M produces a small folded piece of paper from the pocket of her labcoat, and stuffs into Roxy's. You take this opportunity to look behind her at the conspicuous lack of Red Star or Black Rock Box. And the perfectly round hole in the ground. And what looks like a meteorite crater on the grounds, Jesus Christ were you always this deep a sleeper?

    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:18 No.18877979
    rolled 51 = 51

    reading material for Dan

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)23:18 No.18877982
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    You also see a crumpled form on the floor, curled in a fetal position. Lots of blood and bare muscle tissue. Before your brain can begin the proper terrohorror, Moreau regains your attention. "Daniel." You look back at her, your mouth about to form a question. She holds up a hand to silence you. "I'm curious," she says, reaching a hand behind her. You try not to focus on the very interesting contours the silvery catsuit she's wearing makes. "What you will do. Will you save someone who wouldn't do the same for you?" She pulls out an oversized needle, a lot like the one she jabbed into your torso at the start of this mess. This one isn't filled with glowing blue liquid, but instead, a silvery substance that shines rainbow colors depending on how you look at it in the light. Printed clearly in the side in big block letters is "MEDICHINES", with "SELF-CONTAINED NANOMEDICINE" under that, in smaller print.

    >What do?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)23:20 No.18878008

    This post is missing a critical sentence to the tune of her dumping the canister into your lap.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:20 No.18878013

    "Wouldn't you?"

    Accept the meds and stick it into Red.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:21 No.18878029
    It hasn't quite registered that that's Anna with no skin laying over there. Still, we're obligated to answer.

    "I would. I mean, that's what a hero does, doesn't he?"
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:22 No.18878033
    rolled 50 = 50

    please holds out hand

    than save that girl
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:22 No.18878038
    You already know the answer to that Moreau. It's not really even a choice at this point.

    Give Red the Meds.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:23 No.18878060
    >No fourth wall
    >"Does this mean I'm a protagonist now? I do love being the protagonist. It means I usually win."
    She knows protagonism is a thing. She knows she gained it for the exact period Dan was unconscious so if she didn't know he's one before she's definitely figured it out now.

    Save her. Duh.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:26 No.18878090
    Wouldn't the concept of protagonism be beyond the bounds of even theoretical metahumanity? You can't just give someone the X-factor that is "being a protagonist." Would that make Dan a nonviable specimen?
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:30 No.18878155

    Guys, we should probably make sure that Red's connection to Chief Interdimensional Asshole is also severed, while she's healing.

    I mean, the Box is destroyed, but we really don't want to chase Red across the world for every summoning booster item.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)23:32 No.18878190
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    (Just wanted to say, I'm very proud of all of you. This particular point has been planned for a while, and there have been some times I've doubted Anon's resolve to make the right choice)

    You scoop up the medication from your lap, and scramble toward Anna. Her breathing is extremely shallow, and you can tell through your extranormal senses, that her life is fading quickly. You roll her over onto her back, her blankly staring eyes not even noticing. You pop the surgical quality needle out of the injector, and slip it in, right into the heart, then press the handy big red button. The silvery liquid flows from the canister. Anna's eyes stop staring, she relaxed, and then closes them, like she too is taking a nap. You remove the needle, and notice a tiny sparkle at the injection sight, like the fluid when it caught the light. The twinkling silver patch expands, creating almost a shower of multicolored sparks as it flows over all the damaged parts of Anna's body. The tiny machines work to heal the damage, and then start regrowing her skin.

    The twinkling glow envelops her almost head to toe in a few moments, and before your eyes, she is healed, with fresh, new skin, sans tattoos. She's also rather naked. You cough, and find something to look at hurriedly as Roxy drapes her lab coat over Anna, who has lapsed into a gentle sleep.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:34 No.18878217
    >Would that make Dan a nonviable specimen?
    I would think so, that's why I just asked her that question. It appears I was too late though.

    No tattoos any more, she's just a normal dying girl. There's nothing we can really do to make her not decide to do the exact same thing all over again except talk to her.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:41 No.18878336
    Is this a wat do? Take Anna to wherever the evokers are so we have plenty of people to keep watch on her.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)23:41 No.18878339
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    You turn around to face Dr. M, and say, slightly defiantly, "No choice at all." She smiles ambiguously.

    Then a government issue SUV throttles through a remaining wall at an arc, intent on running over Dr. M. Moreau casually raises a back hand to it, and the SUV impacts with one of her hexagonal barriers, the front crumpling a good half a foot with the force, straight compacted. A figure in a standard issue government suit and black hat crashes through the reinforced windshield, apparently not wearing a seatbelt. It's Special Agent Johnson, wielding two Tommy guns, one in each arm. He presses their barrels right up to the barrier, and says, "When you meet him, tell J Edgar I said, hello." And holds down the triggers.

    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:44 No.18878392
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    Johnson just don't give a DAMN.
    >> Anonymous 04/26/12(Thu)23:46 No.18878406
    >Trying to run over Moreau
    This is Hilarious.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/26/12(Thu)23:55 No.18878546
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    The thunderous hail of bullets does absolutely nothing to the resolute wall of Doctor Moreau's will. They bounce off and form a small pile of 100 .45 ACP rounds around the SUV. When the guns click empty, Dr. M simply rolls her eyes and pushes the back of her hand up some more. The SUV crumples back another couple of inches, and the barrels of the guns bend to point straight up, like something out of a cartoon. Then Dr. M sighs, turns on her heel, and drives her left fist forward in a telekinetically-assisted punch which passes through her own barrier, and up to the elbow in Special Agent Johnson's chest, which also comes out the other side. He seems remarkably blase about it, not even looking down or flinching as Dr. M twitches her arm, sending his body sprawling across the floor. Then she lets the SUV settle down on the ground, and shoots the Hammer a glare. The camera ball mounted to the top of the armor swivels to look somewhere else, and whistling emerges from the external speakers.

    Moreau turns back to look at you. "You've made an interesting choice, Daniel. I will have to consider it." And Dr. M is gone in a flash. You lean down and scoop up Anna, making sure the labcoat keeps her covered. You look over at Roxy, and say "C'mon, let's get her to hospital. Or to Blackstone, I'm not sure which first."

    "Not so fast!" A figure rushes out of the shadows. It's the Voice! It's body is scratched and scarred, but it still manages to rush at you, perfectly solid, war-scythe in hand, murder in its glowing red eyes.

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:06 No.18878715
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    It's movement is suddenly arrested as about a foot of black metal, no, the look is all wrong, must be stone, penetrates right through it's chest. The sheer blackness of it reminds you of the black rock box, but this is, like, infinitely blacker. It's like a sword blade made of literal nothing.

    The Voice drops his scythe and looks at the sword sticking out of his chest. "W-what...!?" it stammers out. The blade twists in the wound, making the sound of warping steel in the body of the voice, then is slipped sideways, carving a chunk out of its body. It drops to its knees, and you see Regis standing behind it, in full three-piece suit, with top hat. In one hand he has a long cane of ebony, topped with a piece of ivory carved into the shape of a human skull. In the other hand he has a sword carved of black stone, shaped rather like the standard medieval cruciform sword. Regis grins at you, as the Voice turns its head back over its shoulder to look at him. "That... sword! It's... it's not... possible!" it croaks. Regis stops smiling, whips the sword up, and brings it down on the thing's head, and it crashes to the floor as a pile of red dust, which drifts away in a sudden breeze. The blade suddenly glows with a red aura. Lines of energy course down the blade from the edge, looking like something out of Tron.

    The energy pools down into a spot on the hilt of the blade, which glows with crimson energy. Regis looks back up at you, and smiles, tucking the sword somewhere under his coat. "I told you, when you needed me, Regis would be there." He tips his hat to you. "I hope you will be able to repay my favor very soon." He says, and steps backwards into the shadows, and is gone.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:07 No.18878737
    Welp, better find out what he wants.
    After hospital though.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:08 No.18878754
    Now, the question is, are there enough people still left in this thread to epilogue this Act, or do I save that for tomorrow?
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:09 No.18878776
    Who was Regis again?
    Eh, finish it now. People can see the end later. They'll likely be grateful Act I is finally over.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:10 No.18878800
    I think there are 2.

    Also Regis is the shopkeep, right?
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:11 No.18878803
    I have to go now but you might as well just finish it.
    Regis is the shopkeeper.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:11 No.18878813

    Regis Mortis, own's The Royal Vault, the fringe/meta stuff shop Dan frequents occasionally. When you were there this morning, you agreed to do him a favor if he helped you when you "needed him most".

    Which was apparently just then.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:14 No.18878843
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    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:14 No.18878844
    Well, this is a favor well worth owing him. Taking that guy out would have been very difficult to deal with.

    Say bye to Special Agent Johnson, pick up Roxy and find Blackstone for healing.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:23 No.18878980
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    >Four hours later, at the Hospital

    You sit opposite Anna's hospital room, in a chair. Blackstone is inside, currently, interviewing her. She woke up about an hour ago, and Captain Skinner, who is also here, slouching against the wall outside the door, sent Blackstone in to have a chat with her. Roxane is with you, though she's asleep now, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. You're wide awake, though. Not sure why, but you feel very invigorated after the Eclipse's events.

    Blackstone exits quietly, and closes the door behind him. He plops into a chair next to you, and the Captain walks over. "Well?" she asks. Blackstone takes off his hat, and nods up at her. "It's like we thought. I questioned her thoroughly, and Anna can't really remember the past five days or so. It's all fuzzy. She can tell me about what happened, and what she did, but she doesn't remember the details, she doesn't describe them like someone remembering them." Skinner gives him a level look. "Sure she isn't lying?" "Pretty sure. Looked in her eyes the whole time. Would have known if she lied." Skinner nods slowly. "So, what exactly happened then, professor?" You ask.

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:33 No.18879122
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    "Friday morning, she contacted her patron the Red Star, for an additional edge of power to be better than you, after she found out Dr. M was planning on confronting you in the club that night. At that time, she gained her tattoos, and a deeper connection to the Red Star. Because of this connection, her thoughts and emotions were altered by the direct presence of the Voice, which was basically using her body as a signal repeater to examine our world. Now that the Red Star is severely damaged, and the Voice dead, the connection is broken, and Anna no longer exists in this altered state." Blackstone explains.

    Captain Skinner asks the 5,000,000 dollar question. "Is she safe?"

    "Oh she'll be fine, with the Red Star and the Voice out of the picture." Blackstone says, not looking at the policewoman. "You know what I meant." Iron slips into Skinner's voice. Blackstone looks up at her. "I'd say so..." He says after a second. "You're basing this on?" "I looked into her eyes the whole time, cap. Eyes are the window of the soul. People of a certain inclination and talent can see a little of what's inside that way. I put my own eyes up to her metaphorical window and looked in. She's of sound mind and body, now. She was eager for power before, but it sounds like she's learned her lesson." Skinner breaks the look.

    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:34 No.18879133
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    "Well, it's not like I can persecute her easily, anyway." She says after a minute, quietly. "Come again?" You say. Skinner coughs, then says slowly. "She's got different fingerprints." "What?" Blackstone says, with real surprise. Skinner repeats herself. "We printed her real quick when they brought her into the hospital. Checked 'em against our records. They're similar, but the computers all say they're different, and they don't look quite the same too. Combine that with the face that our suspect is now sans the tattoos which were the defining characteristic witnesses remember. It's a very shaky case, and if you say she was kind of possessed, the DA probably isn't going to go for it. Her mother has already informed me she'll be spending some the considerable amount of money she has to hire the best lawyer she can find, and they'll tear such a shoddy case apart."

    >How does that make you feel, /tg/?
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:37 No.18879165
    Not sure if I'm relieved or annoyed.

    She was willing to sacrifice the world for her own power, but she also had more insecurities and mental issues than an asylum, along with the voice of a extradimensional being whispering in her ear the entire time, which makes it hard to lay the blame on her completely. Also if she's imprisoned she can't make amends and try to fix stuff.

    Assuming she spends the rest of her life working for others and atoning for what she has done I've got no problems. Otherwise I'm annoyed at her.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:39 No.18879174
    In other words, by destroying the Red Star, we destroyed any case the city had against Anna if they were to go to court.
    The entire city was nearly destroyed, and the person responsible won't be punished for it.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:40 No.18879185
    All circumstances considered, it's probably best to let this one go. Obviously the people will be miffed they don't have anyone to make an example of, but if Anna wants to move on, let her. The whole city needs to, really.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:42 No.18879206

    >she spends the rest of her life working for others and atoning for what she has done



    That's a very cynical way to look at it. I mean, if you're gonna be like that, why didn't you just wait a couple more minutes back at the ruined building. Would have solved your problem right away.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:43 No.18879216
    I can't get out of your head, I'm stuck there. It's full of wild talents, psychics and odd plans involving going to space.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:44 No.18879225
    Probably has something to do with her regrowing the sin of her entire body recently.
    Also, considering that, and the fact that she was pretty much surely being mentally pressured by the Red Star, I'd be fine if she just got some community service or something. They should make her rebuild the school or something.
    Other than that, well, I guess she'll owe some apologies to those people in the museum but, thems the breaks.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:45 No.18879231
    I wasn't being cynical. I was just stating things matter-of-factly. And the fact of the matter is that the Red Star is no more, and Anna walks away a cleansed woman. The city will still clamor for justice, but at the end of the day, the city is still there and everyone is still alive.

    Everyone, even Anna, got their happy ending.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:46 No.18879238
    fruedian slip perhaps
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:47 No.18879251
    >Everyone, even Anna, got their happy ending.
    Except he's probably fine because lolmagic.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:48 No.18879266
    >>everyone is still alive.
    Well, not that security guard that got shot back in the museum heist, btu i dont think that was her so.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:49 No.18879273
    You know what I meant.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:51 No.18879286
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    "Well, maybe its for the best." You say, softly, "If she was really mentally affected by her contact with the Red Star." Skinner nods slowly. "Yeah, but the people are gonna want someone to hang for this, when they find out. And they will find out. Only reason they didn't is because it's 4 AM, and Miss Mystery was in town earlier fighting a living ball of light, and Alexander Ashwood had a biplane duel with a dragon. But they'll catch on soon enough. And when the reporters come knocking on my office door, what am I going to tell them?" She asks nobody in particular.

    Somebody in particular answers. "You'll tell them what Uncle Sam tells you to tell them." Special Agent Johnson, apparently in a new suit, walks up, like he's perfectly fine, and sticks a cigarette in his mouth. He gets halfway to his lighter before he remembers he's in a hospital, and can't smoke. He resigns himself to just holding it in his mouth. Skinner looks him up and down, and shoots you a glance. You're too busy seeing revenants. "What do you mean, Johnson?" She asks. "It is the official policy of the US Government that what happened here tonight was a possession-related accident, when one Anna Ellsworth utilized unsafe research given to her by internationally wanted criminal Eve Moreau in an attempt to further her studies. The incident was stopped when Moreau intervened to reclaim her research, and Anna was captured by some helpful citizens." He shoots you a meaningful look.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)00:52 No.18879294

    >because lolmagic.

    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:53 No.18879300
    I was figuring robot, but it was actually lolmagic.

    Another possibility I considered was clone farm full of them, mentally programmed with a complete lack of self-preservation in the line of duty.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:55 No.18879319
    So we tell the public everything up to the part where "And then Anna recovered in a hospital and walked away to return to civilization."
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:57 No.18879336
    Well it was mostly the way he charged in recklessly and didn't give a shit when he died that made me think he probably had a back-up plan. You left the door to your mind open when you started writing it all down.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)00:59 No.18879352
    What did he think he was honestly going to do by himself with two Thompsons against one of the most famous supervillains of all time?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:03 No.18879390
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    Johnson produces a piece of paper from his jacket, and holds it up. "I have an official statement saying that Anna is 100% free of outside influence." He nods to Blackstone. "If you'll sign it professor, they'll be nothing stopping her from rejoining society." Skinner raises an eyebrow. "Not that I have anything against the kid, personally, but is it alright to let her get off scot-free?"

    "She's not getting off scot-free." Says Johnson. "She'll probably spend a great deal of the rest of her life under the watchful eye of America's alphabet soup of Intelligence Agencies. My bosses, who are in a way your bosses, will be aiming to use her to help us get Moreau. Plus, the way Blackstone describes it, the kid knows what she's done, and she'll have to live with herself for it." Blackstone nods, and signs the paper, which Johnson takes back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to the roof, and smoke about five of these. Goddamn I miss cocaine." He turns to leave.

    "Err, Special Agent!" You say, after him, trying not to wake Roxane up. He half turns back to look at you. "Yeah, kid?" "If you don't mind my asking, how did you, y'know..." You gesture to the heart-ish region. "Kid, word of advice." He says, through his cigarette. "Never miss a date with a faerie lady because you're getting busy with her sister. You'll regret it." After that little zinger, he enters an elevator, and exits the scene.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:06 No.18879423
    The special agent has some fae in him? Wily bastard.

    Should we go in and talk to Anna ourselves? Will she recognize us?
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:09 No.18879449

    Nah, he's just cursed. Y'know, the kind of serious business fairytale curse that really sucks serious ass. Except his is that he doesn't die.

    So he can smoke all the cigarette he likes, do all the cocaine he wants, and drink all the booze he wants, and he'll be fine in a couple of hours. But he can't die.

    He's been cursed since the 50s.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:11 No.18879480
    I thusly retract "wily" and replace it with "poor."
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:11 No.18879489
    Is there a downside to this other than the standard pathos that is supposed to happen to immortals but usually doesn't? I am really not seeing a problem with immortality and regeneration.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:12 No.18879505
    Alright, we're dragging on. Lemme just go ahead and start wrapping this up if you guys don't mind.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:13 No.18879525
    Dealing with the pain of each death over and over. Just because you can't die doesn't mean you don't feel it each time.
    I asked if we could see Anna ourselves.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:29 No.18879713
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    Blackstone stands up, puts his hat on, and grabs his staff. "Well, I think I'll be leaving, now that I've done my part. I'm going to have a nice long sleep." He looks at the Captain. "If you need me, don't call before noon." He turns to you, and hands you a small note, in a elegant, spidery hand. "Miss Mystery gives her regards." He tips his hat at you, and says "It's been a pleasure working with you, and I look forward to talking to you in the future." He walks off in a very wizardly way, and gets in another elevator. You read the note. It says;

    "Dear Mr. Fortesque,

    Sorry I couldn't talk to you in person. Mr. Blackstone spoke briefly of you while we worked together in the Museum, and it's always nice to hear about other young people doing what they can to help, especially when they don't have too. If you're ever in Cali, send me a message at this address, and maybe we can meet properly, and talk some shop. Out of costume, of course.

    Miss Mystery (II)"

    Also enclosed is a fairly nondescript E-mail address. You pocket the note, and look up at the captain, who has her eye closed and is leaning against the wall again. "Aren't you going?" You ask. "Police protection." She says, simply. "I'll be relieved in another couple of hours." You nod. You decide to get up, and get some coffee, or something, offering to bring the Captain back some. She doesn't say yes, but the look of her single cybernetic eye suggests yes. While getting some hospital coffee, you find yourself confronted by Regis. He's dressed as he was, but instead of a sword, he has a long cardboard box, like a flower box.

    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:31 No.18879741
    Did we just get invited on a date by a big-time cape? We are moving up in the world.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:45 No.18879895

    "Morning, Mr. Mortis." You say. "Please," he says, "Call me Regis." You nod again. "Alright. What can I do for you, Regis?" "It's time you pay me back that favor." He responds. He holds out the box. You take it, and find it very heavy for flowers. "Sorry to cash it in so soon, but I really need this to get to the person who needs it." You look down at the little card thing, and open it up, to find the name "TO: MISS ANNA ELLSWORTH" printed in a block handwriting. You look up again, but find Regis gone.

    You head back to the room with the coffee. You hand the Captain one, then go to open the room door. The Captain eyes you. "What are you doing?" She asks. "Flower delivery." You say, with a big goofy grin, and rattle the box some. It sounds like its filled with golf-clubs, or aluminum baseball bats. She arches an eyebrow, then glances down at the coffee you gave her. Then she shrugs. "No harm in a little get-well present." She says, and turns back to watching the hallway.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:47 No.18879917

    You enter the room slowly, and find Anna in her hospital gown, reclining in her bed. Her without tattoos is still a shocking difference, as is her eyes being their normal soft brown color. The bandage over her cheeks and nose covering the spot where Dr. M scarred her is also an interesting difference. She looks over at you when you enter, and you walk over and sit next to her bed. She smiles faintly when you sit down, and says. "Hi, Daniel." You quirk an eyebrow. "You remember me?" She nods slowly. She takes a hand and presses it to her head. "Up here, I know that I don't know you very well at all. My memories of the times I met you are all blurry and indistinct, like looking through a red telescope that isn't adjusted right." She migrates her hand down to her left side, over her heart. "But in here, I feel like I know you better than I think." You nod, slowly. "Well, one way of putting it..." You remark. She smiles sadly. "Even if I don't remember it very well, I do remember you trying to help me, in my dreams. I wanted to say thank you, for trying to help, even if I didn't deserve it. And, I wanted to say I'm sorry. My petty jealousy put us all in danger." You shake your head. "Don't mention it. You'd have done the same if our positions were switched, I'm sure." Anna doesn't seem so.

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    She opens her mouth, as if to explain her self, but you make a gesture for her to be silent. "Really, don't mention it. I know all about how this started. And I know enough that I don't need to hear it again." Your turn to smile sadly. "But..." she says. "I want to... I feel like I should explain." "Then do. But pick someone different. Like your mother." Anna sighs. "Oh, mom. My jealousy of her talent also drove me to this. Now, afterward, I'm not so sure why I ever wanted those skills..." She trails off. "She loves you, y'know." You tell her. Anna shoots you a sideways glance. "She told the police she'd spend a fortune on your lawyers, if it came to it. It wont, since the Military-Industrial Complex is covering the whole thing up, but she was willing." "The who are doing what now?" she says. You explain the story to her. "Whoa." Is all she says.

    You decide it's time to break out the box. You hold it out to her. "Here. A friend of mine wanted you to have this." She frowns at it, takes the box, and starts opening it. She gets one end open, revealing the grip of that sword of black stone Regis had earlier. "What's... this?" She asks, and looks up at you. You are silent for a moment, considering your words. "I think..." you begin, slowly, "that it's a chance at redemption. Its an instrument you can use to make this world a better place, and maybe make up for some of the bad stuff you did in it." She nods slowly. She takes a hold of the sword, and pulls it out from the box, and holds it up. She looks it up and down, and turns back to look at you, and smiles, big and honest. "I think I like the sound of that."

    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:52 No.18879979
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    End of Act I, too.
    Let's get our final character chart at the end of the Red Star arc.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:54 No.18879998
    So, this ends what I've thought of as Act I of this story.

    The overall theme for this quest is "What do you do with power?", but the theme for this act is "How does power change you?".

    Throughout this time, Dan has been continually faced with challenged about what to do with what has been given to him. And he's reacted by trying to not be all that different. He's still Dan, just now Dan can do more things. Anna was also a testament to this, with how she fell into the slippery slope of power.

    The next Act, which we'll get into tomorrow, has a theme of "Now that you have power, how do you find your place in the world?", and we'll begin with getting the expedition to the Vermont Exclusion Zone out of the way, finally.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:55 No.18880014
    That was a remarkably easy favor to pay back. Regis is a good guy.

    Sounds fun, I'll be there.

    The biggest way our power has changed us so far is giving us a larger social circle and a red headed mad scientist girlfriend. It'll be good to see where the power leads us after that.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)01:56 No.18880027
    >"Now that you have power, how do you find your place in the world?"
    I predict persecution ala X-Men in the near future.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)01:58 No.18880041
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    Here you are. WP has been awarded, and for his heroism, Dan has another point of Base Will.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)02:01 No.18880078
    I never understood what those Extras were in the bottom right corner. I've never used ORE, so the whole system is machine code to me currently, but I'll slowly figure it out.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)02:02 No.18880085

    No, that was the 80s. Now society is pretty over it. Metahumans are just people now, like you and me.


    Places it could lead you in the near future include:

    New England
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)02:04 No.18880114
    This sounds hilarious to me. We have to go to Japan just to see what it felt like when all the animes came true.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)02:15 No.18880231

    We'll see if it falls out that way. I do have plans for a much more sandbox-y approach to this next act.

    But all of them will be cool, just in different ways.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)02:25 No.18880337
    Damn, missed this thread. I have a good excuse though, as of tonight I'm an uncle!

    First off: kudos to everyone for saving Anna. I proud /tg/, I proud.
    Second: Is Dr. M still answering questions by any chance? Just for me?
    Third: Regis is a baller.
    >> Omega !Q7t.srvWZ6 04/27/12(Fri)03:44 No.18880940

    >Is Dr. M still answering questions by any chance? Just for me?

    She can, maybe. Ask away.
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)04:36 No.18881261
    To Dr. Moreau:

    What is your favorite invention that you created?
    How many times have you, to your knowledge, saved humanity?
    Have you ever been married?

    And perhaps the most telling thing a person can be asked:
    What is your favorite movie?
    >> Anonymous 04/27/12(Fri)06:58 No.18882071
    I still think the Vermont trip is the next order of Business.

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