[IC] Hall of Mirrors [M&M]

Thomamelas

The Brute avoids the snare at his feet with a bit of quick footwork. There is a hint of surprise on his face as the ice shatters against his jaw, hitting the ground in a shower of broken ice. "You must be popular at parties." he smirks at Aaron.

Jacobkosh

Jesus, he took a bomb to the chest. Okay. Okay. New tactics.

With a flick of the wrist and a hollow metallic snak, Golden Agent's combat truncheon suddenly appears in his hand. He weaves into the fray, striking the Brute behind the knees with all his might, then darting back out of reach.

Closes in to melee range, attack 1d20+10=18, hits with a Strike 10, using the move-by attack feat to leave melee range again.

edit: FIGHT MUSIC!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GusLypfx7OQ

Thomamelas

With a grunt, The Brute drops to his knees. His face twists with pain as he feels his knees go out from under him. Dazed with the pain he doesn't move for a moment.

Staggered and Stunned. He spends his turn howling in pain.

Elldren

Maga shouts out "Yeah!" seeing the adversary drop in pain. She rushes at him, dropping low to deliver a fist into his side. Her arm flies out with superhuman speed, her joints straining and her muscles tearing at the effort. The Brute lifts one arm to try and block, but fails to catch the young girl's fist before it slams into his ribs.

Everyone can hear the crack as her wrist breaks against him.

Boosting strength +8, take bruise x2, recovers 1 this round
Attack: 1d20+2=8 [strike]misses, barely[/strike] apparently hits! +8 DV from strength bonus

Thomamelas

The hit lands a solid blow against him, rocking him backwards but not dropping him.

Mazzyx

"You will not only fall now, vlacas." With that Likymnios raise his spear over his head, "And after that you will learn to fear us as well." With that his spear fly forward with a mighty blow to the chest of the Brute making a crack sound as if the brute was just hit by a battering ram.

Attack Roll:1d20+5=24
Damage is strike (5)+strength(5) again so 10. That though is a critical on the spears 19-20 range so not sure if they will translate over since the strike is technically coming from the spear/device.

Thomamelas

The blow hits The Brute, tearing a ragged line in his t-shirt, a small cut forming there.

You get that if you use it as a spear.

desc

Loom screws up his courage and moves closer to the melee.

Holding out his hands palms down, he yells, "STOP!" and clenches his fists.

Simple steel I-beams begin to materialize around the foe's body and puncture into the ground, as if bent by invisible machines.

Create object: steel I-beams, prior roll had incorrect bonus (1d20+10=14)

Same action as last turn, really -- it's still a snare, mechanically. Bleh.

Thomamelas

He seems to come aware as he's trapped in there. "Heh, You puppies have some bite in you. This is going to be more fun then I thought. "

Reflex save failed.

Captain Carrot

You'd better make sure he's firmly sealed in. Last time that didn't go so well. Noted, Merc, I know I screwed up. Aaron sighs internally. "'Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage' - so I'll add some ice, instead." He walks around the metal rods slowly, extending his hand, and a lattice grows between them; first a mere patchwork of frost, but it quickly thickens, until there is a grid above, below, and around the Brute of rime and steel, locking him up securely.

Same thing that desc did: snaring with a created object, 1d20 + 10=22 against his Reflex

Thomamelas

The Brute appears to be smiling as he watches the ice form around the prison.

Jacobkosh

"Be ready for anything. I have a feeling this isn't over yet." The Agent produces a grapple gun and deftly fires a thick paraluminum cord that wraps taut around the I-beams, bracing them and further sealing the Brute in.

Snare attack with my grapple gun, 1d20+10=20, DC 10 versus his Reflex. If he's successfully snared by two or more people, or fails the save by five, he becomes helpless!

Thomamelas

The Brute shifts in his cage, bound and wrapped. You guys can't see much more then his face, but his grin becomes bigger, his pupils returning to a more focused look. But he makes no attempt to escape for now.

Characters with magic based descriptors can feel a surge of energy focused within him. It almost feels like magic but isn't. You can't explain why.

Elldren

"What are you doing?"

Maga focuses on him, her pupils dilating as she attempts to get a read on what is happening.

Notice check with Dimensional Awareness, 1d20+4=21

Thomamelas

You get the sense that he has been to other dimensions. That's about it.

He turns his head to Maga and his expression shifts to a predatory leer. "Does your mommy know you went out dressed like that?"

Elldren

She furiously racks her brain for what sort of magic could be happening.

"I know what you're doing and it's futile. You should stop, now, you'll tear a hole in the fabric of reality!"

Arcane Lore check: 1d20+4=9 She probably has no clue
Bluff check: 1d20+8=28 But she's going to convince him she does!

She maintains her composure, keeping a flat expression as she stares back at him.

Thomamelas

He simply licks his lips. "So you like it when things torn?"

You get the sense his magic relates to the body.

Elldren

"Only creatures of evil, like you"

She flexes her hand as her wrist knits itself back into shape.

Recovery check: 1d20+6=23, -1 bruise this round, back at full toughness.

Mazzyx

Reaching into himself, Likymnios calls upon his fathers gift. His eyes glow red as he looks toward the brutes sneering face. "You will fear me, and you will understand that I am your better." A wave rolls from his body containing the fear of a thousand soldiers in a thousand wars.

Using power emotion control: 1d20+4=14

Thomamelas

The Brute begins laughing at Likymnios. "You? My better? That's a nice try. Perhaps you should learn to take a punch before boasting."

Will Save made.

desc

Loom seems to consider something, and begins molding a small object in his hand.

Create object 10: one piece surgical steel scalpel, diamond coated blade edge.

1d20+10 = 22
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2908463/

Holding up a diamond-coated surgical steel scalpel, he asks aloud, "How tough do you think his eyes are?"

Captain Carrot

"Fairly tough, after this, I'd say," Aaron commented. You know the scum's baiting you, right? I don't care. I'm going to make him stop. Well, you're not going to do that by hitting him. I'm sure. I've got something else planned. He breathed in deeply, put his hands on the ice-covered bars, and focused. A spot the size of a dime opened every few inches on the cage, and there was a very quiet hissing sound as frigid air came out. Tiny thuds arose as all the water vapor in the Brute's cage froze and fell to the ground. Mountain King opened his mouth and blew in the direction of the Brute, sending a blast of suspended ice crystals and air well below freezing into the man's face. "Not so creepy now, are you?" he asked scornfully.

Environmental control making his cage extremely cold, requiring fort saves every minute, con damage if failed.

Thomamelas

The Brute begins laughing as Loom makes the scalpel. "If you were the kind to engage in torture, you wouldn't be here would you? Can't have a sociopath ruining Justice Inc's PR image. Someone might see." Turning his head to Mountain King. "Oooh, can you make it snow next?" He tilts his head to The Golden Agent. "Tell me, have they told you how the first Golden Agent died? It's a great story if you like screaming. "

Jacobkosh

Golden Agent's fists clench and unclench slightly. "Shut up, Brute. You're not fooling anyone. From now on you're going to be known as the big scary guy who got his ass handed to him by a bunch of kids." He turns away and puts a hand to his cowled ear. "Justice Inc? Mr. Amazing? Anyone? This is the Golden Agent. We require assistance, over."

Using my cowl's radio and wireless datalink to listen for any radio traffic and to try and access any nearby computer networks and get some idea of the situation outside the room, or see if anyone else is still up. Computer check, 1d20+10 = 15.

Thomamelas

There is no response on the radio. The computer systems are surprisingly unresistant to your attempts to enter them. As if someone had disabled all of their security features. As you attempt to tap into the video feeds, you can hear the crackle of a radio coming from where The Brute is. "Sir, we've completed the mission. All of the data has been uploaded to HQ." The Brute continues to smile for a moment before he begins to shimmer, flesh becoming energy as he stands up and walks out of the cages you all have created. Energy becomes flesh again as he faces you. "It was fun kiddies, but I've gotten what I came for. Perhaps we'll meet again when you grow up." Turning to the radio "All Servants, begin withdrawing." His fingers going to his wrist as he begins to shimmer and teleport out. As he does, the bodies of the slain Servants of Evil begin to turn to dust and collapse, their equipment going with them.

As the bodies fade away, the unconscious people on the ground begin to stir, coming back to their senses. The people appear to have a slight headache but otherwise seem to not have any ill effects. A hidden door opens up and a small robot on wheels comes in. His hands are flailing wildly as he shouts "Are they gone? Are they gone?" in an upper class British accent.

Captain Carrot

"For now, yes," Aaron replies, glancing around the room. "Who are you?"

Thomamelas

The robot stops for a moment, the bright red eyes on it's round head blinking slowly as if that is the silliest question in the world. You swear you can see him stiffen as he says in most formal tones "My name is Niles. I am the butler to Justice Inc. You must be the newest recruits. Allow me to escort you all to the briefing room."

Mazzyx

Still shaken from the hit the brute gave him and seething with battle rage, "Cowardly automaton! Hiding while true warriors were fighting the beast. What occurred here? Where are these heroes that summoned us? And what are these mortals doing here?"

Captain Carrot

"Yo, Armor Boy, cool it!" Aaron snaps. "Not everyone is built like you. That gorilla would have smashed Niles anyway." You have something to learn about tact, Aaron.

Mazzyx

"Address me with more respect mortal. I am the son of Ares, not some child in tights." Likymnios cold states to Aaron.

Captain Carrot

I knew the tights were a bad idea. Let me handle this. "My name is Mercury, little demi-god, and I have lived in these mountains since before Ares was throwing his first tantrums in battle." Aaron's voice changes as he says this, for he is indeed not the one speaking. Mercury has a dry, chilly voice, with a raspy undertone. "In any case, haranguing the League's staff is hardly the way to make a good first impression." She yields control back to Aaron.

Thomamelas

Niles watches the exchange with an air of bemusement. "As to the question of who I am, I am Niles. Robotic butler to Justice Inc. And I am built with service in mind, not combat. I leave that to the overgrown apes." with a sniff of disdain. " As to the location of Justice Inc, I do not know. The people here are to cover the press conference. "

Jacobkosh

"Welp," the Agent says, as his truncheon retracts and his grapple line reels back into itself, "that was...anticlimactic. I hate the idea of that killer getting free." Turning to Niles. "Robot manservant, you said? You aren't available for rent to clean, say, a suburban bedroom, by any chance, are you?"

Thomamelas

"I'm a butler. Not a maid. Nor will I prance around in a frilly skirt for you." As he finishes a man puts his hand on the robots head. "Being a maid might be a better fit for you, god knows you're a terrible butler. Excuse me, I am Jacques de Molay. The UN Liaison to Justice Inc. Since Justice Inc is under UN mandate and contract, that makes me your boss. Follow me please." His English is flawless but with more then a hint of Parisian accent. Jacques body language screams current or former military. He walks towards what looks like a conference room. "And Niles, help the people home. Tell them that Justice Inc is perusing the Servants in hopes of finding their base. I'm sure you can manage to make it sound like juicy gossip."

Niles moves off, and you swear you can hear him muttering about arrogant frogs.

desc

Loom looks at the robot with great interest, and says to the Agent, "I hate the idea of him getting away, too, but I also hate the idea of dying."

Captain Carrot

Aaron picks up his old clothes and heads after de Molay. I wouldn't count on being able to put them back on any time soon. I think you have more important things to worry about, anyway. Yes, well, they're my clothes, and I'd be more comfortable wearing them rather than this cape and tights crap.

Mazzyx

Likymnios grumbles something rather nasty about naiads and giants having annoying children. And follows the well spoken man. While walking he crosses his arms, says a swift prayer in ancient Greek.

Elldren

"Ugh, that creep. We should go after him."

She looks around at the others, and not seeing much in the way of agreement she shakes her head. Maga follows everyone else, curious as to how this will play out now.

She whispers an aside to The Golden Agent, "What was with that robot? And what's wrong with frilly skirts? I like frilly skirts..."

Captain Carrot

"Miss, how are we going to go after him? Do we have any idea where we went?" Aaron asks, in what he thinks is a reasonable tone. Besides, you have other responsibilities. "Besides, we have other things we have to do."

Mazzyx

"Don't worry little sister, the gods dislike cowards like him. He will be found and sent to Hades to be judged." Likymnois says, his voice now much much calmer as the adrenalin of combat has started to wash away.