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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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Phone Freak picked herself up off the floor as Dr. Bad News grabbed the men it had slammed into and dragged the prone forms over to the still bleeding guard it has roped earlier. She looked at the hostage corralled up against the wall by a lion with astonishment. Despite the complete lack of planning everything seemed to have gone smoothly. The lobby was theirs. "THANKS ED." She yelled, before wincing and lower the volume of her voice. "Thanks Ed." She repeated normally. "I think I might have gotten the wrong impression of you back at the warehouse."
They had taken the lobby. Step one, done and done. She looked around trying to access the situation now, her eyes landing for the first time on Dianna in full costume. Her heart skipped a beat. "Oh shit." she said, in a voice of awed disbelief. Suddenly the calm demeanor and flippant attitude toward heroes all made sense. She'd seen the forth of July video. Most in the community had. "Black Magic? You're Black Magic?" Dianna couldn't be that much older than her, so how was she able to throw off spells like that? There's no way she was the actual-
She arrested that thought where it stood, smacking the front of her helmet to bring her focus back to the here and now. If she got stuck ruminating on that mystery she would be here all day. Later. She could thing about it later. Bury the jealousy and save it for later. She couldn't start comparing herself to her right now, she couldn't think about her power...
Wait. Wait. Her power. Phone Freak looked up at Dianna and found herself agreeing with her. "Yes. Yeah, we should go up. We should take the second floor. If we do that we'll have a vantage point to watch the plaza out front. We can't secure this whole building, that's impossible with so few of us, but with her transformation powers we could seal all the exits. Every Stairwell. Every elevator. We could keep anyone up there from getting down to these two floors, but we have to work fast before they get organised and start evacuating the building because of the bombs."
They had taken the lobby. Step one, done and done. She looked around trying to access the situation now, her eyes landing for the first time on Dianna in full costume. Her heart skipped a beat. "Oh shit." she said, in a voice of awed disbelief. Suddenly the calm demeanor and flippant attitude toward heroes all made sense. She'd seen the forth of July video. Most in the community had. "Black Magic? You're Black Magic?" Dianna couldn't be that much older than her, so how was she able to throw off spells like that? There's no way she was the actual-
She arrested that thought where it stood, smacking the front of her helmet to bring her focus back to the here and now. If she got stuck ruminating on that mystery she would be here all day. Later. She could thing about it later. Bury the jealousy and save it for later. She couldn't start comparing herself to her right now, she couldn't think about her power...
Wait. Wait. Her power. Phone Freak looked up at Dianna and found herself agreeing with her. "Yes. Yeah, we should go up. We should take the second floor. If we do that we'll have a vantage point to watch the plaza out front. We can't secure this whole building, that's impossible with so few of us, but with her transformation powers we could seal all the exits. Every Stairwell. Every elevator. We could keep anyone up there from getting down to these two floors, but we have to work fast before they get organised and start evacuating the building because of the bombs."
I figured I'd just put it out there because it's a good idea.
Yeah, but Dianna can do that. Pretty easily too, I think. There's much more conceptual difference between a kitten and a ring than there is between a door and a wall.
As for floors, I think two would work. It would give us a better lay of the land outside when the police arrive. But the people above that don't know we're even in the building, and so long as they're kept ignorant of what exactly is happening Team 1 has more time to get the vault open before someone calls the police.
As for floors, I think two would work. It would give us a better lay of the land outside when the police arrive. But the people above that don't know we're even in the building, and so long as they're kept ignorant of what exactly is happening Team 1 has more time to get the vault open before someone calls the police.
How many elevators and stairwells are in a building this size? Because if we found them Dianna could transfigure the door into walls and trap everyone in the floors above us. There's no way to secure a building this big with so few people, so lets make the area we have to worry about smaller.
"You can keep thinking of it as a angel, if you like. The guy that explained this all to me didn't know where the name came from or who first came up with it." Rodger said as The Outsider shot forward, snatching the gun from the air and the seed from his hand. So she was testy. That was understood. "I'm afraid that's not going to do you much good on its own. Vitalogy has to plant it in you." He says, walking forward slowly, arms raised. "It'll patch that wound just like it patched that gun. Your shoulder will be good as new, provided you give the patch sunlight and water, and your body will push it out as it heals naturally. My name's Rodger, and there's more things I'd like to explain about Stands if you're willing to listen and pass it on."
I wonder if there are any bits of the security system I could talk around to our side?
Also, maybe we should find a way to close off the upper floors.
Also, maybe we should find a way to close off the upper floors.
Not everyone that works for Keyser Soze knows that they're working for Keyser Soze.
Oh god, I just realized who we are in that analogy.
Oh god, I just realized who we are in that analogy.
"What?! That's it!? Smash and grab!?!? Are you kidding me!?!?!?" She whispered desperately at the communicator. "Hello? Hello!? I know you can hear me you son of a bit-"
Then the explosion happened, and Phone Freak took a few moments to let the cold knowledge that she was going to be put on a terrorist watch list seep into her mind. She watched as the wearwolf ran off. This was her life now, she decided: strapped to the top of a runaway train, driven by an idiot, that was about to jump the tracks and wipe out an entire preschool. "Damn it. Damn it. Shit!" Then she took off.
Her legs pounding on the pavement she fumbled fir her phone. Not her real phone. Her work phone. The Spellphone flipped open in front of her. It was blue, its screen displayed no background, and the numbers on the dial-pad had been replaced with arcane symbols that, when pressed in the correct order, should channel one of the spells built in to the phone. She dialed quickly, swept the phone out in front of her, and hit "Cast."
What leaped out of the phone wasn't so much an image or a shape. The first thing to come out was a noise. An oppressive sound filled the entire area that seemed to try and push its way past your eardrums and drive directly into your brain. It sounded like a dial-tone, and radio static, and a muffled scream all mixed into a single noise, and if you really listened occasionally you could make out a snippet of conversation. A word here, a sigh there, the stuttery little ums and ahs that never make it into the movies, and in the midst of it all those noises floated clumps of that awful silence that occurs when no one can think of anything to say. It filled the area for a moment, drowning out the distant screams and panic, before it began to move away. Compress. Coalesce.
All the sound that was released gathered up in front of Phone Freak, causing air to bend and ripple in unnatural ways until you could make out the shape of a thing, a vague outline in the air. Then the outline came together as the noise pushed all the air out of its way. A creature stood there. A huge man, over twice Phone Freaks size, green skinned, covered in stitches, and spindly like a spider. It wore a long white coat, torn and stained red and brown and yellow. Out of its back grew six additional arms, and in each malformed hand was a separate item. A handful of scalpels, a huge needle filled with a sloshing red liquid, an oxygen mask attached to a large cylinder that dragged along the ground, an orange bottle that rattled in the things shaky hand, a clipboard, and a long sewing needle with a thread that disappeared up its sleeve. It was wearing a face mask, had sunken eyes, and a stethoscope was fused to the things head in place of ears. Despite everything the creature didn't radiate bloodlust or fury. Sadness seemed to roll off it in waves, and it shivered like a leaf.
Phone Freak grunted as she felt the connection between her and it spring to life. They were hard to get into this world, but once they were here it took shockingly little power to maintain them. You could find some variant of Dr. Bad News here in any city with a working hospital and most that didn't. People got bad news from a hospital all the time, and neither the giver nor the received enjoyed it. The collective despair and dread of every cancer patient, every person who prayed for good news and was left hanging, every person that was terrified of what the doctor was going to say. You don't just get rid of emotions like that. They stay trapped in the lines, growing, and if some young Technomancer finds that ever growing clump of negativity she can put it to work.
"Go." She said. The Dr. Bad News let out a mournful wail and plowed through the front of the bank, scattering glass everywhere. People, already disoriented from the explosion and the noise, fell back and scattered. A security guard went for his gun and the Doctor threw out its stitching needle. It struck the poor man right in the arm, poking out the other side. The man dropped his gun as the Doctor yanked the cord, drawing the poor man into its grasp and holding him against the ground.
Phone Freak stepped out from around the creature and rushed up to the dropped gun. She pointed it into the air, letting off three shots into the air and willing the speakers on her mask to maximum volume. "EVERYBODY BE COOL THIS IS A ROBBERY. I DON"T WANT YOUR LIVES, JUST YOUR MONEY."
This didn't have the result she expected. Usually people stopped panicking, or at least stopped doing it so loudly, when she spoke in a clear authoritative voice and there was a monster growling at them over her shoulder to drive the point home. There was no effect here, and as two more guard lined up shots she realized why. "OH SHIT, I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN!" She said, diving for cover as the two opened fire. Dr. Bad News let out another wail and rushed forward, backhanding the men across the room. Phone Freak turned back to the entrance, to her cohorts. "ANYBODY SPEAK GERMAN?"
Then the explosion happened, and Phone Freak took a few moments to let the cold knowledge that she was going to be put on a terrorist watch list seep into her mind. She watched as the wearwolf ran off. This was her life now, she decided: strapped to the top of a runaway train, driven by an idiot, that was about to jump the tracks and wipe out an entire preschool. "Damn it. Damn it. Shit!" Then she took off.
Her legs pounding on the pavement she fumbled fir her phone. Not her real phone. Her work phone. The Spellphone flipped open in front of her. It was blue, its screen displayed no background, and the numbers on the dial-pad had been replaced with arcane symbols that, when pressed in the correct order, should channel one of the spells built in to the phone. She dialed quickly, swept the phone out in front of her, and hit "Cast."
What leaped out of the phone wasn't so much an image or a shape. The first thing to come out was a noise. An oppressive sound filled the entire area that seemed to try and push its way past your eardrums and drive directly into your brain. It sounded like a dial-tone, and radio static, and a muffled scream all mixed into a single noise, and if you really listened occasionally you could make out a snippet of conversation. A word here, a sigh there, the stuttery little ums and ahs that never make it into the movies, and in the midst of it all those noises floated clumps of that awful silence that occurs when no one can think of anything to say. It filled the area for a moment, drowning out the distant screams and panic, before it began to move away. Compress. Coalesce.
All the sound that was released gathered up in front of Phone Freak, causing air to bend and ripple in unnatural ways until you could make out the shape of a thing, a vague outline in the air. Then the outline came together as the noise pushed all the air out of its way. A creature stood there. A huge man, over twice Phone Freaks size, green skinned, covered in stitches, and spindly like a spider. It wore a long white coat, torn and stained red and brown and yellow. Out of its back grew six additional arms, and in each malformed hand was a separate item. A handful of scalpels, a huge needle filled with a sloshing red liquid, an oxygen mask attached to a large cylinder that dragged along the ground, an orange bottle that rattled in the things shaky hand, a clipboard, and a long sewing needle with a thread that disappeared up its sleeve. It was wearing a face mask, had sunken eyes, and a stethoscope was fused to the things head in place of ears. Despite everything the creature didn't radiate bloodlust or fury. Sadness seemed to roll off it in waves, and it shivered like a leaf.
Phone Freak grunted as she felt the connection between her and it spring to life. They were hard to get into this world, but once they were here it took shockingly little power to maintain them. You could find some variant of Dr. Bad News here in any city with a working hospital and most that didn't. People got bad news from a hospital all the time, and neither the giver nor the received enjoyed it. The collective despair and dread of every cancer patient, every person who prayed for good news and was left hanging, every person that was terrified of what the doctor was going to say. You don't just get rid of emotions like that. They stay trapped in the lines, growing, and if some young Technomancer finds that ever growing clump of negativity she can put it to work.
"Go." She said. The Dr. Bad News let out a mournful wail and plowed through the front of the bank, scattering glass everywhere. People, already disoriented from the explosion and the noise, fell back and scattered. A security guard went for his gun and the Doctor threw out its stitching needle. It struck the poor man right in the arm, poking out the other side. The man dropped his gun as the Doctor yanked the cord, drawing the poor man into its grasp and holding him against the ground.
Phone Freak stepped out from around the creature and rushed up to the dropped gun. She pointed it into the air, letting off three shots into the air and willing the speakers on her mask to maximum volume. "EVERYBODY BE COOL THIS IS A ROBBERY. I DON"T WANT YOUR LIVES, JUST YOUR MONEY."
This didn't have the result she expected. Usually people stopped panicking, or at least stopped doing it so loudly, when she spoke in a clear authoritative voice and there was a monster growling at them over her shoulder to drive the point home. There was no effect here, and as two more guard lined up shots she realized why. "OH SHIT, I DON'T SPEAK GERMAN!" She said, diving for cover as the two opened fire. Dr. Bad News let out another wail and rushed forward, backhanding the men across the room. Phone Freak turned back to the entrance, to her cohorts. "ANYBODY SPEAK GERMAN?"
"I've had D-listers after me." Phone freak said. "Local capes, not powerful, charismatic, or ambitious enough to make it into the big leagues. Steak-man, Mail-Order Hero, Zoo Girl, Arachnophineas," at that last name she let out a visible shutter. "Don't ever think for a moment someone isn't a threat just because they're an amateur with nothing but good intentions and a home made spider costume. I try not to fool around in A-list territory if I can help it. Those guys are crazy good and they all seem to know one another. My teacher," she said, with no small amount of pride, "used to tangle with that set. The only luck we have if one of them shows up is that they'll try their best to take us alive." @SimpleD
@Progenitus
She almost told the next person that eagerly ran up to them to move along, except with far more four letter words, when she started speaking. The Presence had actually had the presence of mind to send someone to the city ahead of them? The impression that their mysterious boss was more competent than he let on was quickly diminished when Maria said that she had't been briefed on the plan either. For something so seemingly omniscient it was certainly stingy with details. Still, having a sawbone on hand made her feel a little more at ease.
"I'm Phone Freak." She said with a little nod of the head. "And nah, we don't have a clue either. It just said that it was going to lay out all our parts for us when we got there."
@Progenitus
She almost told the next person that eagerly ran up to them to move along, except with far more four letter words, when she started speaking. The Presence had actually had the presence of mind to send someone to the city ahead of them? The impression that their mysterious boss was more competent than he let on was quickly diminished when Maria said that she had't been briefed on the plan either. For something so seemingly omniscient it was certainly stingy with details. Still, having a sawbone on hand made her feel a little more at ease.
"I'm Phone Freak." She said with a little nod of the head. "And nah, we don't have a clue either. It just said that it was going to lay out all our parts for us when we got there."
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