"Hard to say," Goodwill said with a shrug. "Norwood can create all sorts of nightmarish creatures, and we haven't seen the same thing from him twice."



"Roger that. Be careful." It would be difficult for her to find a trap from the air, but maybe she'd spot something. To Spectre and Kid Dynamix, he added, "Let's keep moving."

Biting down on the impulse to respond with a 'Roger that' or 'Loud and clear', as he would at Specter Security, the figure exhaled. "As you wish." If he was going to be Spectre, he was to play up the ethereal act. Anything less might risk the company's contracts.

Were Spectre standing on the ground, he would have straightened up to appear more alert at this point. Floating in the air as he was, the man simply nodded and moved over to Goodwill's side, as if to follow the hero.

"Whatever you say." Kid Dynamix did a backflip back up on top of the boxcar next to them and followed along that way, moving from shadow to shadow, flipping from surface to surface. He seemed to delight in the physicality of his agility, never walking when he could run, never running when he could tumble, never tumbling when he could do an awesome triple backflip.

Little buzzy robots, like toaster-sized helicopters, fly out from a boxcar and start to attack Cosmic Girl.

...Actually, they look like they used to be toasters. Someone (guess whom?) has just stuck rotating aero-blades on them...

(Roll Agility to dodge their initial assault, Cosmic Girl... but take -1 to the roll...)

Well this was entirely unexpcted... attack of the evil toaster ovens. Nope, this had never come up at her training and orientation. Time to improvise!

Cosmic Girl ducked, and weaved, and generally proved that aerial agility was her forte... more so than a lot of helicopter kitchen appliances, anyway. What were they going to do? Lethally make her a bagel?

OOC: 18:47, Today: Cosmic Girl rolled 10 using 2d6 with rolls of 6,4.  Dodge the evil toasters with agility! (+1 bonus negated by -1 circumstance penalty).

Cosmic Girl leads the tostercopters on an energetic chase involving loop-de-loops and barrel rolls and stuff.

Chasing her, several of them run into each other and crash. Some get too close to train cars and crash.

Soon there's only one left, but it's the biggest-- and maybe the smartest, since it's lasted the longest? Certainly its spinning aero-blades look the sharpest, there's no question of that.

(Cosmic Girl has proved her superness. Feel free to engage in combat with the Master Toastercopter, or whatever else you want.)

Well, this is not remotely acceptable behaviour from a domestic appliance!!!

Cosmic Girl reasoned that they were now well and truly identified as being present, so subtlety went right out of the window. Her Cosmic Aura flared into life, and she sent out a very bright ray of doom and zap from her eyes, slamming into the Super-Sharp Bladed Toaster with considerable satisfaction!

VVVWWOORRPPP!!!

OOC: 23:46, Today: Cosmic Girl rolled 10 using 2d6+2 ((2,6)). (Choose 2)

You hit hard: +1 Stun
You hit hard: +1 Stun

POW!

Cosmic Girl successfully voids the warranty on the final helitoaster.

"Flying... toasters." Goodwill wasn't sure he believed what he'd seen, but it sure looked like Cosmic Girl had been beset by a small squadron of flying countertop appliances. "Norwood is losing his touch."

Continuing to follow the route they'd mapped out, he made a left, then a quick right. They were almost to where they needed to be, and had yet to encounter any resistance on the ground.

Floating along beside Goodwill, Spectre couldn't help but stare up at the sky. Toasters, the boy said? He found it mildly impressive that this villain had managed to transform such an innocuous object into...well, into what he assumed was a dangerous weapon. More impressive was the firestorm that was the other hero working with them. There had been nothing up there, but now the sky was filled with dazzling colors. This was one of Diana's friends? The girl had often gravitated towards the strongest people around her, but this was on another level.

Part of him wished that none of their security contracts ever came into conflict with this clearly battle-worn team.

"That's the other one up there with the...toasters, yes?"

"Cosmic Girl, yes," Goodwill confirmed.

(Hmmmmmm... each of you roll Insightful, please...)

Goodwill rolled 7 using 2d6-1 ((2,6)).

OOC:

21:05, Today: Cosmic Girl rolled 6 using 2d6-1 with rolls of 2,5.  Insightful!

Anybody surprised by this? I'm not!

Spectre rolled 5 using 2d6-1 with rolls of 2,4.  Insightful?

It seems Spectre will also be joining the Bad Rolls Club!

11:50, Today: Kid Dynamix rolled 7 using 2d6-1 with rolls of 5,3.  Insightful

Man if I knew nobody had any insight I would have taken some.

There are two very loud BANGS, one right after the other, one right near Cosmic Girl, and the other right near Spectre.

Kid Dynamix is startled, but less so.

The same goes for Goodwill.

Scraps whines. Goodwill looks where Scraps is interested, and sees that there is an electric eye... oh, and there's another... and another... Tiny red laser-lines of light if you know where to look for them...

Must be to scare any hoboes or other curious people away.

Interesting, though, that they aren't all at ankle-height... the one Cosmic Girl tripped was high-up. So Norwood's placed these to scare flyers, too... He anticipated that flying/floating heroes might come for him someday...

(Cosmic Girl and Spectre each get 1 new xp, and take -1 forward.)

Shocked by the loud noise, Spectre fell backwards, which amounted to what looked like his ghostly figure attempting a very sloppy backflip in the air. After a moment, he slowed himself and got his frame mostly stabilized, though only barely upright. He felt quite disoriented, trying to figure out what the noise had been. No one seemed hurt, so maybe it was a noisemaker set off by their entrance? He hadn't noticed any tripwire.

Still, he thought with a hand to his head, it was good that the mask hadn't fallen off. If he were removed from his ghostly state, he would have to go through that meditation process again and that would be very bad in a fight.

With a ghostly groan born of discomfort, Spectre creaked, "I suppose stealth on the ground is no longer an option either."

"Probably," Goodwill agreed. Between Cosmic Girl setting off (and subsequently destroying) the flying toasters, and the loud noises set off by tripping the electric eyes, Norwood had to know they were coming. "Still, we need to be careful of the electric eyes, because the next one might set off something a lot more insistent than just a loud noise."

"Electric eyes?" What was the boy talking about...? Some sort of electronic trigger? Spectre scanned the surrounding area for a moment before noting that the boy's pup seemed to be gesturing in a direction. Fun trick, that. Following the dog's snout, Spectre's glowing green eyes seemed to widen as he saw what appeared to be a tiny red light. Squinting, he looked around a little bit more, seeing several other 'eyes'. He assumed that there were more that he wasn't seeing, going by how most of the lights seemed to be swaying or melding together in his vision. He'd have to follow Goodwill carefully until he managed to reorient himself.

"Good catch, boy."

Scraps wagged his tail happily. The floaty spooky man said he was a good boy! This was a theory Scraps had been thinking a lot about for a long time, so it was always good to have outside confirmation of it! And this was like being praised by Halloween itself!

...Now Scraps wanted a cookie. Preferably one that looked like one of those pumpkins with the faces.

Eyes shining over the (admittedly, cute) dog, Spectre raised an eyebrow. What was he so happy about? All Spectre had done was compliment that young hero, Goodwill. Maybe the dog was pleased that his human friend received a compliment? Then it dawned on him that he had not actually made any sort of gesture towards the boy. Not to mention, going by how he'd followed the dog's nose, it made more sense to compliment him, didn't it? He was very glad for the mask now, as it hid his embarrassment and burning cheeks from the others. He'd done it now. He wasn't very good with people and throwing in a bulky cloak and a mask that covered his entire face did not seem to do him any favors.

Ah well, if a happy dog was the worst of his mistakes today, he would be thankful. Should probably get the dog a treat of some kind as an apology for the misstep. What did dogs like? Maybe a celery stick? Diana had hated them, but they were good for the body. Had a good crunch too. Maybe they'd be good for a dog?

"So the electric eyes are what, like cameras?" Kid Dynamix asked. "Or some kind of... visual trigger? Would bustin' 'em up before we see 'em work, or would that set 'em off, ya think?" He began gathering sharp bits of junk and hefty rocks to test his theory.

"Visual trigger sounds right. I would imagine that destroying them might allow us to get away without injury. Even so, if they are set to go off upon their destruction, being far enough away and preparing for whatever it will throw at us may be enough to avoid consequences."

"Destroying them would trip them," Goodwill said, with about 95% certainty. He'd read about this technology a couple of times. "Electric eyes send a beam to a sensor. If the sensor doesn't get the beam, it gets tripped. So if the beam stops sending completely, the sensor is tripped."