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Crackerjack looks up at the demon with a confident smirk.

"And how many of those 'geniuses' knew how to fold space like a sheet of paper? Or create matter from nothing? Or boost their metabolic processes in order to move, think, and create at unprecedented speeds?"

"Death is just another problem for which I haven't yet found the solution. Key word being "yet". Don't you worry, Māmōn - I intend for my legacy to continue forever."

"Tired Crayke? Can't last the breakneck pace..?"

Crackerjack slumps down in the nearest chair before retorting.

"You try making thousands of calculations per second to compensate for the fluctuations in spacetime over long distances, and let's see if you're not mentally exhausted afterwards."

"I know it's hard to believe, but even my magnificent mind has its limits."

Crackerjack grins maliciously, and closes the portal. A moment later, Māmōn is clutching two severed feet. Each is emitting a faint trail of green smoke, the same color as the portals. Sadly, the wings on the boots disappeared when he fell unconscious; this "trophy" won't be particularly valuable.

"Interesting...I've never done that with my portals before. Looks like the energy of the portal cauterized the wounds instantly. Handy!"

"Now, let's get out of here."

Crackerjack starts fiddling with the dials on his Multi-Tool again, the same way he did when you first arrived. Then he opens a new portal, leading back to Lazarus's estate. All of a sudden, he looks Exhausted.

Power stunt, Extended/Limited to Extended in place of Increased Duration.

"Ok, that's everything."

Crackerjack saunters toward his portal, smiling and calling out to Gemstar. "Hey, don't blame yourself, kid! You're just not ready to deal with villains of my caliber. Take my advice: Find yourself some powerful followers, and reap the spoils of their hard work. That is, assuming Māmōn doesn't kill you right now!"

He disappears into the portal as his insane laughter echoes through the vault.

Will: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Crackerjack shields his eyes.

Crackerjack sneers at Māmōn behind his back.

"Well, I can't maintain the portal and help you fight at the same time. Consider it a chance to show off your true power, O great one!"

Rather than deign to lift a finger, he builds an anti-gravity ray to move a bag into the portal at a distance.

Crackerjack shakes his head sadly.

"So, this is what the gods are up to these days? Playing babysitter to brash young girls playing hero? Neither of you are worth our time."

He presses a button on his multi-tool and opens a portal.

"Get the diamonds into the portal. We're done here."

Let's say there are seven bags of diamonds. Each one can be picked up and tossed into the portal in a single move action. Caravalle may order her minions to help.

Crackerjack looks at Lazarus as if he's speaking in a different language.

"You're insane, Lazarus. And that means a lot coming from me!"

Then he fires a blast at the old man.
1d20 ⇒ 3

Crackerjack grins at the heroes, raising his arms theatrically.

"Well, well...the famous Gemstar has come to challenge me, the great Crackerjack! Unfortunately, you and Grandpa over there have met your match!"

He points his multi-tool at her, and fires a concussion blast.

1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

"Hmm, is that..."

Crackerjack looks at the wristwatch-like device he created earlier. Then he cracks a mischievous grin.

"Good news, everyone! Gemstar is right outside the vault! I motion to stay here and taunt her with our superiority! All in favor?"

"Oh, wait, I actually don't care who's in favor, because I'm the one with the portal gun!"

The portal closes, and he cackles maniacally.

"Get ready for some fun! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Nevi and Lazarus are up! You may choose to delay if you wish.

"Fine, fine...I guess the lackeys can give their story about us."

Crackerjack opens a portal, inviting everyone to step through.

"Mind control victims, when relieved of the source of control, typically regain their wits after about a minute. It's quite baffling, really...even the simplest of minds can easily revert to a state of equilibrium. I should know, with all those 'forced neuroscience' experiments I've done."

"Anyway, I imagine the same is true for Her Majesty's magic. Right after we leave, her puppets will remember themselves, and likely shrug off the transformation, too."

In other words, third-degree Afflictions wear off after a minute of recovery, or with super-healing.

Crackerjack laughs. "Prison? Only for someone who hasn't mastered the very laws of physics!" He twirls his Multi-Tool around his finger, like a gunslinger's pistol in a spaghetti western. "Once these goons are done collecting the loot, I can portal us a mile away!"

He starts pacing around the vault. "But first...we need to leave a mark. A calling card. Something to fill them with shock and awe as they realize who outsmarted them!"

"Any ideas?"