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All the best pieces of the recently recovered Treasure Ship were missing from the museum, She still found herself involved in an improbable number of aquatic hijinks. They weren't dangerous or anything, nothing to get the Team involved in, probably nothing that Crimson Tide herself needed to be called in for, but she'd been free, and whoever the thief was, they'd ripped a solid steel security door apart before carrying away a king's ransom in weighty treasure.

But before she could run off to the fun stuff, first she had to check in with the curator, and the insurance adjustor, and the security consultant-

"Oh my god! 'S that really you? Man, it's been ages. So this is what you're doing now? That's- wow -that's so good to hear; it's, 't's really great to see you again."

The Crimson Tide didn't stay with the team long. She still liked them fine, and any time the craziness of the world meant a big all-team team-up was in the offing, she was the first to run over and give them a big shark hug. The ones that were still in the life anyways.

It was good, but it wasn't great.

Megan chimes in to Wendy over comms. "If you don't mind taking care of a couple calls, Trust Fund, then there's some demolition jobs I can speed up in exchange for Fuzzbutt's raw material."

Megan leans her head back and groans in the car, sending a quick text to the Ziss/Carmen groupchat.

Enjoy this mission while you can
The only things stuffier and more insufferable than a funeral for a golden age hero, are Hattist funerals.
Flaming Fedora's had good food though

For a second Megan thinks about bringing up her Amazonia alias, but decides to skip past it unless she really has to get involved in infiltration.

"Okay, so getting in close to Thorn seems tough. What's better: guessing where they'll hit next and intercepting them? Or parlay?"

"Huh. I guess dating within villainous team-ups would be even more likely to go sour past their expiration date."

Megan muses for a moment. "We don't have to try really hard to save the oil CEOs, right?"

Megan gives a shrug at Fuzzbutt's grousing. "She's using magic to protect herself anyways. My whole battle singlet thing is more about style than protection anyways."

C&S Carmen: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4) + 1 = 8

Megan'll grow into herself as she gets more comfortable with super-hero action this side of the sea. I'll shift Superior up and Freak down.

Crimson Tide shifts uncomfortably. "I'm all for passing around leadership, but doing it just for the sake of it's just silly. 'S not like I've got any special insight into whatever's going on with the lamp and w-words, or even magic at all, 'less breaking something's the answer."

She continues more firmly, "This whole thing's a bad idea though. If you want a captive audience for passive aggressive sniping, host a Thanksgiving. No one thinks you getting shot was the sign of good plans or good things happening. Doesn't mean there's no good ways forward, but 's not exactly like we need to cast a wide net for problems to solve."

Megan beams. "Sure! Wanna stick to some of the easier waves like before? Or head somewhere a little more aggro? Not too much though, no disrespect, but somewhere like Rebel Beach 's probably a little much, even when the rift is shut."

"Good at stopping the metal ones anyways..." Megan mutters, stalling for time a bit.

"Surfing with you sounds like a lot of fun," she says carefully.

Megan's eyes widen as her sharky face contorts into a slightly grotesque mask of surprise as she leans in close. "Right?! So glad you said something, 'cause I sometimes tune her out when she's complaining about personal stuff again, and that seemed like a big thing to miss!"

She looks up pensively for a moment. "I guess I don't have to worry as much about her taking a hit like that if she's a healer too. 'S just as well - I don't scar forever, but they look gnarrrrly while they heal. If she wants to take a couple super-bullets or whatever, I won't tell her no."

A little more seriously she looks back down at Carmen. " 'S not the case for you or anyone else though, okay? 'S my job to take those hits if anyone's gotta."

"Oh come on. No need to run just because you don't have weapon that can-

"Oh."

Directly Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 2 = 5

Directly Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 4) + 2 = 11 Resist their Blows, and I'll Give my allies an Opportunity (maybe a beat/panel where they aren't getting shot at by the mooks?

" 'S not like she's gotta tell me twice..." Crimson jokes as she flings herself into the fray, snatching and swatting at the soldiers as quickly as they can pile onto her!

Figures.

Twisting her grip to drag Shell closer to her face, Crimson Tide leans in even closer. "You. Got. Lucky."

Shifting her stance, she slams Shell bodily into the ground.

I'm not sure if with Shell's super strength turned off, Megan is still trading blows with her. Roll spoiled in case she has some surprises

Take a Powerful Blow: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Shell's punch twists Crimson Tide's head back, but she just looks back on her sparring partner with a broad grin. "Thanks! You have no idea how hard it can be to loosen up a stiff neck for me-"

BANG!!

Megan whips her head around to see Wendy fall, a look of quiet sadness in her eyes.

"Well that was inevitable."

Eyes hardening, she turns back to Shell. "That right there? That breaks the rules of a tussle like this. You should've known that escalation goes a lot worse for black hats."

Waiting to see what the Lose Control looks like

Crimson Tide grabs a chunk of false spaceship and whips it at Shell in a brutal sidearm. She storms forward, barely slower than the projectile, using it to cover her headlong charge!
Directly Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 5) + 2 = 13 Impress/Surprise/Frighten, Resist/Avoid Blows, and I'll see if I can crack that Shell and Provide an Opportunity for the team by causing some collateral damage

"Uhhh. You're sure we should be staying on mission?" Crimson looks incredibly uncomfortable. "No offense to the importance of what we're doing here, Fuzzbutt, but it seems like at least some of us should go sleep it off or... whatever's happening there."

That but sincerely

"Some of us hit perfection a couple hundred million years ago, but we don't hold it against the rest of the Terrans who haven't even seen the other side of one mass extinction."

As Sua Eck slams her knee into Crimson Tide's stomach, she just grins more and more broadly.

" 'S why I work on my rock hard abs, baybee."

Take a Powerful Blow: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3) = 4

Holding Sua Eck in place for a moment, the Tide's broad back provides a useful springboard for The Daring Darling Derby to fling herself off towards the other Treznak! Hopefully throwing some bowl-over-bowlers or something behind her for the Assist :-p

Listening to 86's advice, she decides to show her strength in a rather prosaic way. She breaks her grapple for an instant to deliver a short sharp forearm shiver to where the solar plexus would be on a human, before snagging Sua Eck by the leg and whipping her through the air!

Directly Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1) + 2 = 6 +1 from DD's New Opportunity means I'll avoid/resist blows again and inflict collateral damage to Impress/Surprise/Frighten

Megan lets her hand drop, revealing a Broad grin at the challenge. " 'S like Christmas come early."

Direct Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 2 = 8 Avoid/Resist

Surging forward, Crimson Tide slams into the closest Treznak with an echoing clap of impact, pulling their arms out of line so their claws can do little more than scrabble at her flanks.

Okay, Tyr Gal looks **really** fun to fight

Despite on many levels wanting to brawl with the Treznak, Megan makes sure to keep a hand over her mouth to avoid any misunderstandings.

"'S this just repairs? Or 's it a 5-year continuing mission?"

The snow rumbles and begins to crash down towards the surprised team. "Well that's pretty far from jawesome."

Surging into action, Megan shifts, mass and muscle doubling and redoubling as she tears her way free of everything but her specially-fitted wetsuit. Scooping up Tumbler in one hand, she shelters her against her chest, setting her back against the oncoming storm of snow and stones.

Defend: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4, 5) + 2 + 1 = 12 Using Danger to Defend Tumbler for **cough** reasons (Tumbler gets Influence over Megan). I'll add one to Team.

Megan also seems glad that the waters have calmed, but she's visibly distracted as she comes to a carefully thought through decision.

I think Diego might just be an a~$@&~~.

Superior: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

"I think I've got a way for me to blend." Megan squints slightly at her phone as she continues, "Amazonia's new to the west coast. She's supposed to be filling in as muscle, but she got thumped by, uh, someone trying to rob a bank for some extra cash and... Well long story short, her one phone call wasn't to get someone to cover her shift.

"She's a little smaller than me, but especially outside of her normal mask I think I can pass for her to a new crew. Only problem is: I've got her strength, and then some, but I don't have the energy blasts or the flying. 'F someone else starts trouble before we're ready, my cover might not hold."

Crimson'll grow into herself. Shifting Mundane up and Superior Down.

"Yeah, 'f I were gonna rob a bank I guess I'd want to make sure the vault was strong enough to be carried out all in one piece. Probably somewhere near the ocean..." Megan shakes her head and laughs the idea off. "Sounds too much like work, good thing I don't have expensive tastes!

"'S not really how I deal with anger though. Using anger as a fuel still means it's burning somewhere, 'n' I don't know what you know about sharks, but frenzies aren't much fun. I just let it all seep out and wash away. Tacos and tequila sound great for that, Lil!"

Megan shrugs, though not forcefully enough to fling Carmen away. "Y'know Tumbles, I've heard things like that before, but almost all the times I've been captured, it's been when I tried too hard to be thinky and planny."

Megan gives the Haberdasher a practiced super-strong flick to the skull to knock him for a loop, then with the villain over one shoulder, she turns to his shadowy beast.

"'S it even solid? I saw Tumbles giving our monster a skeleton."

Assess: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (4, 6) + 1 = 11who here is most vulnerable to me? how could we best end this quickly?

"What the actual f$#* was that DD?" Megan yelps, more caught off guard by the suicidal ken doll than the shadow magic.

Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (3, 5) + 2 = 10 Resisting his blows, Impressing/Surprising/Frightening him, doing collateral damage, and providing an opportunity

While the Haberdasher is off-balance she digs her feet into the ground, and closes in at horrible speed, just needing an instant with him in her grasp to finish things. "'S probly time to shut this whole thing down 'fore someone gets hurt anyways."

"If we were just gonna thump him anyways, why'd we bother being all sneaky?" Megan groused.

Bounding forward into the fray she calls out, "I'll keep him busy. Someone with finger-wigglies should call an audible. Worse comes to it, I'll just get rid of the ceiilng." Rather than give him a big punch that would either completely miss or connect too hard for a squishy human, Crimson Tide slams both fists into the ground to hit him with a wave of tectonic force!

Directly Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 4) + 2 = 7 I'll resist blows, and niflict collateral damage to Impress/Surprise/Frighten him

Megan stops grinning for a moment as Tumbler lays out her constraints. "Fine, we're not here to thump him after all. But look, 's not like I'm gonna let him keep anything Wes says is dangerous. We cool with that brah?"

Megan tilts her head to the side, hairless brows crinkling. After a moment she raises her hand. "Couldn't we just thump him? When Panopticon comes to kill you? I know we won't catch him by surprise, but how much do we care?"

Earlier with Tumbler

Megan gamely hooks something metal into the collar of her wetsuit so Carmen can follow in her wake.

"You're not in juvie though. You're a Watchman. 'S not the Dirty Dozen, or the Last Chancers, or Task Force X. I'm here to work with you, not police you. 'Sides, you were blackhatting for a while, never did anything unforgiveable I heard about. Billions of people have the power to ruin other people's lives, there's millions've us who can do a whole lot more. Power doesn't make you dangerous, it's what you do with it. 'N I've never seen you use it to hurt anyone didn't at least halfway have it coming."

Shifting Tumbler's Danger down, Savior up (unless Brainy disagrees, but this definitely seems like telling Tumbler who she is).

"Don't worry too much about the hand. You'll get used to it, or you'll figure out something new. When I was little it took me forever to accept using my chair."

Crimson'll grow into her own image of herself. I'll shift Mundane down and Savior up

Megan's hairless brow knits in confusion. "Jail? 'Cause when Lil Ziss went nuts and took a swing at you, you cold cocked her? Brah, I'm not thrilled, but I'm not gonna jail you over fighting back. Really I should've just grabbed her before things got out of hand. Sorry. 'S kinda my job to be the one who gets punched first anyways. Except Derbs, but she's gonna get herself killed trying to keep up anyways."

Her jet black eyes focus in on Tumbler's face. "You really think I'd throw you in jail if I wasn't sure you were blackhatting?"

Take a Powerful Blow: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5
Swallowed by Dagon: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (1, 5) + 2 = 8 Marking Angry and Insecure

The Crimson Tide emerges from Dagon's maw mostly unscathed, with a few bumps and tears quickly healing over, but her eyes are open wide and her fists clenched with concentration as she shifts her mutable body to counteract the change.

directly engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (5, 6) + 2 = 13 Resist Blows, and Impress/Surprise/Frighten

The warmth is gone, but she still smiles and quips as she rockets forward once more! "'S time for you to go belly up, before this fight starts to Dag-on"

After that though, her mouth is full.

Crimson Tide continues to dive into the eldritch beast again and again. But though her attacks are no less fearsome and destructive, they're certainly less effective...

Direct Engage: 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 + 1 = 5 Ha! Well, no helping that. I'll cause more Collateral Damage to Impress/Surprise/Frighten anyways

"Not if something else pisses it off worse!"

Crimson Tide torpedoes straight ahead, crashing into the beast with all the momentum and ferocity she can muster!

Directly Engage: 2d6 + 2 ⇒ (6, 4) + 2 = 12 She'll Impress/Surprise/Frighten it, Avoid/Resist its Blows,and Create an Opportunity for her Teammates (hoping to give Arcana space to work)

Crimson's speech remains mysteriously unhindered underwater, so she's happy to banter while she batters. "'F I'm honest, I don't get what's so bad about tentacles," She seizes one of the gribblies, slamming it up against the wall again and again until the chitin cracks. "'s just another appendage. Someone gets too grabby with me, 's not like a tentacle chomps off any harder than a hand."

Direct (Opportunity from Derbs): 2d6 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (5, 2) + 2 + 1 = 10 I'll Resist its blows, Impress/Frighten/Surprise it, and inflict Collateral Damage to take its tentacles.

Megan is very respectful of the Sea King, greeting him with the same horn-to-forehead tap, but waiting for him to initiate any embrace. Knowing that a feast was in the offing, she'd brought her appetite with her beneath the waves, and proceeds to power through plate after plate of fish.

Only once she's eaten enough to fill her belly and satisfy hospitality, does Crimson Tide turn to business. "Not that I need a reason to return to Kulana, your majesty, but are the Watchmen here so you can check in, or is there something we can help with?"

Megan gives a shrug of her hands. "'S pretty helpful to be strong if you're swimming around this deep, and it helps to be big if you're not gonna get too cold. Hey I know those guys, Tamati! Hohepa!"

Jaws spread wide in a grateful smile, she swims up, lowering her head to allow them to tap their horns against her forehead before tightly embracing them both.

Huh.

"Oh, uh, sorry Lil- Sorry Ziss. Wasn't trying to block your view, but loose lips sink ships. And saying the... double-u-word, might make things worse for Wes. Since apparently he's a genie who grants wish- uh, double-u-words."

Crimson Tide's hand covered Ziss's mouth, and most of her head in the bargain.

"Chill Lil Ziss. Let's go with the flow for a moment. We can always wish again soon if we want."

Provoke: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 1 = 3 Iinteresting. Provoke goes the wrong way, or just rubs Ziss the wrong way.

Crimson Tide turns to give Tumbler a broad grin. "'S not a thing that happens over on the villain side? Brah, heroes and sidekicks getting turned into things by surprise is older than capes. Especially if you're poking a magic lamp. Hang loose Arcanum. We'll get it all sorted."

Comfort/Support: 2d6 - 1 ⇒ (6, 5) - 1 = 10

"Keep it in your shorteralls, Derbs." If Lil Ziss were here then at least we could figure out if portals do this or... whatever the hell.

"This is the best you can expect using magic you don't understand."