"Mm, yes, good. In the Corps handbook we call that one 'Number Five.' Number Five it is, then."

And then he's gone, flying faster than Goodwill or even Cosmic Girl can fly, straight into Blackjack-- and through the wall. WHAM...

Oops. Now they're both in the prison. Sort of okay for Blackjack, who we wanted to keep from escaping-- problematic otherwise, especially if they break more walls and/or other stuff while they're in there...
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'Impersonator'? It certainly worked for her powers, but Ch'rava felt a small amount of dark humor at the irony. Here she was, all but impersonating a hero, and now there was a supposed villain with the same title. Maybe there would be something metaphoric to helping these two out or something? Whatever the case, it was the right thing to do.

"Well met, The Impersonator. Blue Dragon. Since you've already remarked that I am 'that speedster,' I suppose it might be unnecessary, but whatever the case, you can call me Lynx. Or 'White Lynx,' if we're being formal and all."

White Lynx rolled 10 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 6,3.  Something something, do you know what's up with this dragon guy? Charming.

In reply to The Grandmaster (msg # 51):

"This could be bad," said Goodwill, flying into the prison to follow the supposed alien cop.

"Oh, yeah, him. He's a little scary. He's got powers like that Scorch Scale guy-- y'know, fire-breathing-- but I don't think that's his real power. I think he just stole that power-set from someone else like Scorch Scale. I think his real power is doing magic. The Cogster and the Feds had all kinds of super-science stuff built into his cell so he couldn't do any-- I'd watch out for him now that he's loose."

---

(Goodwill, gimmee an Insightful roll, please... if you're still carrying Scraps (as opposed to if you put Scraps down and left 'im outside) add... a... +2 to it.)

(Even with Scraps, I tanked the roll.)

Goodwill rolled 5 using 2d6+2 ((2,1)).

Oops. Goodwill was going too fast for Scrap's nose to pick up a scent (or to analyze and interpret it, anyway)-- Goodwill takes Blackjack's fist to the chin. The lighting is dim inside ("emergency lighting" conditions), and Goodwill hadn't adjusted yet to the change from having just been out in the sunlight, and Blackjack's bandages DO make him sort of blend in in the shadows, and Pow.

"Hear you died recently, boy scout," jeers Blackjack. "Hurts, don't it? Let me help you get used to it..."

(Goodwill takes 1 new stress.)

"Hmm. That might be difficult to handle. Do you know how he obtains other people's powers at all, Impersonator? I imagine it's probably part of some magical ability, but you're kind of the expert here! Plus, I imagine it's a little odd seeing someone with rather similar abilities to yours."

Cosmic Girl was punched, and knocked backwards in a flash of bright purple light. She shook her head to clear it, and saw Blackjack thumping Goodwill. Well, she was not going to put up with THAT sort of nonsense! She was not going to let anybody kill him for a SECOND time!

"Oh no you don't!" She yelled, and blasted a lethal dose of cosmic radiation from her eyes, ZAP!!!

OOC:

18:48, Tue 09 Aug: Cosmic Girl rolled 10 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 2,6.  One more clobberin' time on Blackjack!

Take that, you bandage-willing miscreant!!!

Effects:

Hit hard +1
Hit hard +1
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"I don't really need a lesson from the likes of you," Goodwill replied. "You know how this fight is going to go. You might as well give up."

To emphasize his point, he threw a punch right at Blackjack's leering grin, just as Cosmic Girl blasted him. The two together were a formidable combination.


Goodwill rolled 12 using 2d6+3 ((6,3)).
--Hit Hard
--Avoid Retaliation

Twist returned his smile and batted her eyelashes. "I already told you, sugar... nothin' short of your complete and unconditional surrender." She flitted her face back, forth, and all about The Cogster, never giving him a moment's peace if he tried to keep his eye on her. "Y'know... put this whole unfortunate business behind you and investigate Commander Cody's space anomaly with everyone else." She flashed her most winsome smile at the techno-villain. "Or I could let you go back to the lovely accommodations our government so graciously has provided you."

"You know... Hold that thought, Impersonator." Lynx watched as two of her fellow heroes blasted into the prison area after Blackjack and the confusing Captain Cosmos. A large part of her was practically elated that she didn't have to deal with that headache of a spaceman for now and wanted to just get a move on to dealing with the magical power thief, but... The Impersonator and Blue Dragon were okay for now, that Twist hero was taking care of the techie, and there were still many agents swarming the place. Without that Captain in the way, they were likely to be able to take charge of the situation decently and make things reasonably safe out here. And, while Goodwill could come back from the dead, there was no telling what could happen inside the prison proper. As much as she didn't want to get involved there, she had a job to do. "Stay safe! I'll tell the suits that you're not doing any harm and not to target you. Duty calls."

With a small salute and sparks flying around her feet, Lynx shot off, zipping over to a handful of agents to briefly inform them that The Impersonator and Blue Dragon were safe and taken care of. Shortly after making her report, she was off once again, bursting into the prison area.

(Twist, roll Charming again please.

White Lynx, roll Insightful for me real quick)

In reply to The Grandmaster (msg # 62):

16:40, Today: Twist rolled 10 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 4,5.  Talk Things Out. (She's such the charmer.)

In reply to The Grandmaster (msg # 62):

White Lynx rolled 9 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 2,6.  Look, the speedster's gonna be Insightful *real quick*! Insightful.

Wakka wakka. I'll be here all week.

--Goodwill and Cosmic Girl hit Blackjack hard.

He's still standing-- until White Lynx runs in.

She ALMOST runs INTO him-- ALMOST runs into him right when he's getting blasted by Cosmic Girl, in fact-- but White Lynx just barely manages to sort of turn it into a sort of clothesline move accidently-almost-looks-on-purpose.

Then he is knocked to the ground, on all fours, just trying to stay conscious. He's managing that so far, but just barely. He doesn't seem like he's about to fight back.

(White Lynx takes -1 toward her next roll, but that's way better than if she'd run into Blackjack WHILE he was getting energy-blasted.)

---

The Cogster is charmed. "I-- you-- but-- I... Me? Are-- ...are you inviting me to help...? Because-- well-- well, for you... I mean I do have a lot of theories about other dimensions, and I could actually be of great assistance if there's a-- and then for that matter, one never knows when a good force field could be very useful in such a situation..."

Cosmic Girl did not blast Blackjack into a huge crater in the floor. Instead, she turned and nodded to Goodwill. "You want to finish him off? I'd say it's your right, given everything he put you through." And then she looked to Captian Cosmos. "So what is going on, exactly? And what do we have to do to prevent it all getting a lot worse? I'm sure we could do it if we had to, but playing supervillain whack-a-mole with the inmates here is not really the way any of us expected to spend the day."

Twist sinuously slithered the force field's circumference. "Helping would certainly look great when you're up for parole," she said with a smile. "And if you're a big help, you might even earn a pardon. Not that they'll put much stock in the words of a black female vigilante, but I'd vouch for you."

Reeling back from nearly taking a face full of Cosmos' energy blast alongside all of Blackjack's whole deal, Lynx took a moment to just center herself and watch. Blackjack was all but done now and would likely be taken care of by Goodwill in mere moments. They were talking to the spaceman. The only big dangers left unaccounted for were that odd power thief in the suit and The Cogster, but Twist was dealing with the latter of the two, so that was probably alright. The other guy hadn't seemed to be doing much, so hopefully things were otherwise good as well for now. Right now, Ch'rava desperately wanted to know what the odd Captain's deal was, but she was presently unwilling to speak to him. He appeared to be... less-than-flexible, and she didn't want to stick out in his mind for even a moment, lest he somehow realize who she truly was. With any luck, he was here for something else entirely and they could all go out to deal with the weird normal-human-suit-man.

"So," Goodwill said to Blackjack. "Do you want to surrender, or do you prefer to have me punch you unconscious?"

He was good with it either way, but he was still morally obligated to give Blackjack the chance to stand down on his own. But if Blackjack so much as flinched in a way Goodwill didn't like, he was getting a fist to the face.

"Surr... surrender..." Blackjack says with difficulty...




--But Captain Cosmos is already gone-- he's flown deeper inside the prison...

---

"Well then! That's good enough for me, my dear...! Shall we venture into the Dolorous Gard, then, as it were...? Well, back into it, in my case...?"
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"Stay down," Goodwill told Blackjack. "Guards will be along in a minute to escort you back to your cell. Or a cell, since you probably left yours in an unserviceable state."

He needed to follow Captain Cosmos, but he made sure that Blackjack knew he'd be keeping watch from a distance. Slowly, he flew further into the prison.

Carefully following Goodwill further in, Lynx asked the hero, "Hey, any idea what Captain Spaceman over there wants?"

"He said something about the 'Cosmic Balance'," Goodwill replied. "Which sounds more like a convenient excuse than a real reason, but there it is. Maybe he's the real deal.

"He claims to be an alien, and a member of some sort of corps. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that sort of thing, would you?"

Cosmic Girl joined her friends as they gave chase after the very peculiar Captain. "I am not entirely sure he is even sane. He is a very strange person. Half of me thinks he might be a prisoner who has got out and is living out some sort of delusion. But he is clearly powerful, so I hope I am wrong, as I am not sure what it would take to subdue him. Maybe we had best take him on face value. If he is right about cosmic imbalances, we really should help. It sounds pretty bad. Like, planet exploding bad!"

Dropping to a whisper just loud enough for Goodwill and Cosmic Girl to hear, Lynx replied. "There are plenty of various groups like that out there... But we tend to avoid them. I'm sorry, but while I'm sure we have some sort of record on this group, I myself don't know who this is and can't access our records."



"Assuming he also doesn't come from here... It might be paranoia, but I worry that he may very well be referring to me. No one's supposed to know what the Brin are doing here, after all."