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| The Amazing Avengers #4A: "...Dead Stripes and Dark Stars" Posted by Watcher. | Group: 0 |
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The address that Captain America gave leads to a pizza place on a quiet corner. https://www.google.com/maps/pl...702604!4d-73.9932197 It looks like any other business up and down the street, though like many of the places in this neighborhood, the crumbling facade could use a face-lift. Markings of what it used to be have been removed, and there is one sign, above the door, that says SKUDO'S in a sloppy handwritten script. There can be seen some people and activity through the dirty windows and glass door at the front. Scene Distinctions: Sweltering, Hot Afternoon Quiet Corner in Brooklyn Suspicious Store-Front Doom Pool: 2d6 * Remember that every post with a dice pool must have the current tally of Plot Points and a choice for next action if it's your turn. * Each hero starts this scene with 1 PP. * Also remember that all Opportunities rolled are automatically bought, at a rate of 1 PP per dice pool (to be translated into Doom Pool dice). * If the heroes are split into smaller groups, in the narrative, respect that unless there is an open line of communication between them or they are near each other, each group will not know what is going on with the others. * Note that not all heroes included in the character roster are included in this adventure. | |||
Ka-RASH! A mighty noise explodes from the vicinity of the pizza place, enough to shake the ground and make the heroes jerk their heads toward it. "The heck?" Hawkeye says, looking around again but more urgently, while crouching into a ready and active position. "It sounds like it came from the back of the place," She-Hulk says. "That could be what we're here for." "Right," She-Hulk says, already leaping into position to cover the street and get to the building. "And if time is of the essence, we might not have much of it. I'll cover the back. You take the front or whatever." And in the next instant she has sprinted to the building and around the back, out of sight. | |||
Attila Bogdanović is an immigrant from Latveria who fled the nation after his family disavowed him for agreeing with the country's monarchy. He defected to America and, after forging papers to earn amnesty, joined the group that could help him build the personal power to return to his home country. Perry Stevens is just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere. A twist of fate led him to meet a special girl when he got there. Unfortunately, from her he contracted an unforgiving STD and she became very pregnant. He fled and arrived in New York, where he found an organization that could finally give him power over his life again. | |||
Bishop charges the place, kicking in the front door. The fragile glass explodes from the force, obliterating the door and announcing the mutant's entrance with no doubt. The place is even grungier inside than out, with a sticky floor, water-stains on the walls, and dirty windows, with the stench of bleach overwhelming any other appetizing scent expected to be present in a restaurant. Two teenagers seated near the front window look up with expressions of shock, their faces going white. Near them, a seedily-dressed man with a dirty, gray beard picking at his bare foot with a pencil looks up with less surprise. A young man at the counter dressed in a dirty T-shirt looks up as well but his look of surprise quickly turns to determination. “There!” he yells, pointing at Bishop while he reaches under the counter. He draws up a large rifle, nothing like a standard firearm but with a row of pulsating lights on the side and two barrels. Behind him come two other men in similar T-shirts and with similar weapons, all pointed at Bishop. Their intention to get the drop on the mutant is stated violently when the agents open fire on him all at once! Physical attack (concussive force from rifles) on Bishop: Team 3d8 Confident in Mission (surprised) d4 (add d6 to Doom Pool) Weapons d8 Concentrate Fire 2d6 Pizza-Place Agents rolled Total: 10, Effect: 2d8 (from Concentrate Fire) = d10 1 Opportunity (available first to Bishop) Bishop's Affiliation, with Hawkeye near, is Buddy Doom Pool: 2d6 +d6 = 3d6 Reaction Needed: Bishop Next Action: Bishop | |||
Resist attack Buddy 1d10 Uncompromising 1d8 Superhuman Durability 1d10 Combat Expert 1d8 Bishop rolled 7,3,2,2 using 1d10,1d10,1d8,1d8 with rolls of 7,3,2,2. Resist Attack. Total 10, effect 1d8. Ties goes to heroes, so attack resisted. Stepping up Superhuman Durability to Godlike Durability (1d12) till next transition scene. Physical attack on (one of) the three men: Buddy 1d10 Uncompromising 1d8 Enhanced Strength 1d8 Combat Expert 1d8 Bishop rolled 2,6,6,2 using 1d10,1d8,1d8,1d8 with rolls of 2,6,6,2. Physical attack. Total 12, Effect 1d10 PP total: 1+0=1 This message was last edited by the player at 12:41, Fri 19 Apr 2019. | |||
Team 3d8 Low-Level Flunkies d4 (step up Doom Pool die) Body Armor d6 Pizza-Place Agents rolled 8, Total: 12, Effect: d8 Pizza-Place Agents Team reduced to 2d8 Doom Pool: 3d6 (-d6/+d8) = 2d6, d8 The guy at the register catches Bishop's fist square in the jaw. He staggers backward, falling into a tower of pizza boxes then getting lost among them when he hits the floor and they all collapse on him. The other two agents look up at the mutant who is now right in front of them. A sudden look of shock mixed with doubt washes over their faces, perhaps from their realization that their enemy might be too close for their rifles, or that they wouldn't do much good even if they weren't. Next Action: Hawkeye | |||
Lends Combat Expert d8 to action against Teenage Androids | |||
Add Teenage Androids x2 Next Action: Bishop | |||
He turned his back on the agents and toward the new threat, readying to blast them down as quickly as possible before more enemies emerge: Buddy 1d10 Unrelenting 1d4 Energy blast 1d10 Combat Expert 1d8 Hawkeye assistance 1d8 Bishop rolled 3,3,4,6,3 using 1d10,1d4,1d10,1d8,1d8 with rolls of 3,3,4,6,3. Energy blast . Will use a PP to add another die to the total. Total: 4+6+3 = 13 effect: 1d10 PP: 1+1-1=1 This message was last edited by the player at 04:01, Sat 27 Apr 2019. | |||
Now two of those few androids -- created to disguise themselves as teenagers to blend in to the environment -- heed the call to defend their base. To their inventor's credit, they could pass as the teenagers they appear to be -- one, in a red shirt; the other, in an Allentown Jets basketball jersey -- if they were not asked for more interaction than blasting a target with the cannons their arms have transformed into. | |||
Team d8 Unnecessary Technology d4 (step up Doom Pool die) Mechanical Body d8 Combat Expert d8 Teenage Android Basketball Jersey rolled Total: 8, Effect: d8 Extraordinary Success steps acting Effect die up, to d12 Bishop inflicts d12 of physical stress on Teenage Android Basketball Jersey Doom Pool: 2d6,d8 (-d6/+d8) = d6, 2d8 Ka-BLEKSH! Bishop's energy blast rips through the android in the basketball jersey. The assault leaves what could once pass as a teenage boy now a mess of robotic parts held upright by mechanical legs that threaten to buckle under it. But still intact, if barely so, is one arm-cannon, still held aloft and aimed at the charging mutant. | |||
Next Action: Namorita | |||
The main enemy was plainly mechanical...she needn't be worried about harming them, whatever the truth of whomever they were operated by. Her first impulse was to leap into the fray, support the Avengers and their allies...but then she glanced to Vance, who'd spent his energy to insure she'd arrive with her own at peak. And moved herself in front of him. Buddy D8 True Sub-Mariner D8 Enhanced Reflexes D8 Combat Expert D8 Defend Justice - Rolls of 8, 5, 2, 1. Total = 13, create asset = 1 effect die given to Vance, + opportunity for GM. (+1PP for me) "Ham and pineapple," she said philosophically, waiting for Vance to come back to par, "They serve that here. It always starts a war..." | |||
+d6 to Doom Pool from She-Hulk's Collateral Damage Be sure to post current PP count at the end of any post with a dice pool Be sure to pick the Next Action at the end of each turn Please note which Effect die you are choosing Doom Pool (d6, 2d8) reaction to Namorita's attempt to create Defending Justice Asset, Total: 13, Effect: d8. Watcher rolled Total: 14, Effect: d6 Doom Pool: d6, 2d8 +d6 = 2d6, 2d8 "Whoa," Justice stammers, as he stumbles backward for a step then recovers himself but still groggy. He stands weakly, outside of a fighting posture, which makes him even more vulnerable to whatever threat may come, from the Pandora's Box that is the pizzeria in front of the two. | |||
Hawkeye has taken a defensive position outside of the building, his back against the metal fence surrounding the place, a refuge too flimsy to offer shelter from the random energy blasts from inside firing around him but close enough to get to the door in a few strides. He has an arrow in his bow at the ready while he keeps a sharp eye out, clearly waiting for just the right moment to make his move. Storm, having taken to the air to cover the distance across the street, floats down near the archer as electricity sparks between her fingers. She looks over at Hawkeye. "I take it this is where Hydra is holed up?" Hawkeye stumbles, as his moment to make his move is interrupted by the woman now at his side, but he recovers and takes his position anew. “Oh, hey, Storm. Cool suit,” Hawkeye says more calmly than the situation should seem to leave him. Indeed, the costume which Storm wears, not her usual battle-togs but a black, tight body-suit that covers her from her feet to her neck, is cool. “I don’t know who it is in there but it's not hard to guess that it’s what Cap sent us after. It’s someone none too happy to see us, that’s for sure.” He cranes his neck to look over then turns back. “It’s even more dangerous than I thought. We gotta get in there.” Suddenly, an energy blast comes from the pizza place and whips by Storm’s head, missing her white hair by a mere inch or less, close enough for her to hear an ominous and deadly zzzip. Next Action: Storm |
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