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Mera is a total Superhero Mashup, combining Captain America (shield champion brawler archetype) and Bucky Barnes ( constructed pugilist brawler archetype). The two archetypes are compatible, but she misses out on a lot of really good brawler stuff (especially Martial Flexibility), and it's going to be a while before she can start doing crazy shield shenanigans. But it should be fun and kinda wild.

And boy did I struggle trying to find a mini for her...until I found the HeroClix for Misty Knight, which makes Mera a Marvel Trifecta (though I'll have to paint that arm black once Mera can afford an adamantine arm--at which point I guess can add Wolverine to the mashup list)

Looks good. Thanks a heap for running. It was a lot of fun, and you did a great job juggling us running all over the place.

And I thoroughly enjoyed my fellow players on this one. I look forward to seeing y'all on the boards!

Mera is keen to help the monastery get back onto its feet.

"As for Gastidem, we should leave his fate to the residents of the monastery...show them the entire truth, and let them dole out justice as they see fit."

"I suggest Zhuang and Miriya start combing through these true texts about the worship of Korada. While Dakang's depredations were unfortunate, they are at an end, and through proper guidance of the true at heart, this temple can once again be a true center of worship for Korada.

"And while Miriya and Zhuang seek out the true nature of the worship of Korada, with guidance from my friends with knowledge in such matters, I would be delighted to put my strong back into service of the monastery: First, we must begin with a vegetable garden, and then start planting crops. Honest work and a healthy meal are the real foundations for self-betterment."

Correct. Chronicle 3 for Mera

"The time for your prideful boasts is at an end, corrupter of innocents!" Mera takes a 5' step and delivers a flurry of punches.

Bless, Magic Weapon song, Power Attack
Flurry#1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 16
magic, good, cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 7 + 1 = 11
Flurry#2: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 15
magic, good, cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 = 12

"Meet your doom, vile beast!"

Mera takes a five-foot step next to the creature and unleashes a flurry of blows, pummeling the...thing with her prosthetic arm.

Bless, Magic Weapon, Flank, Power Attack
Flurry#1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 1 = 28magic, good, cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 14
Flurry#2: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 1 + 1 + 2 - 1 = 18magic, good, cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 14

Seeing Kembe dip all his weapons in the fountain, Mera thinks to herself. Stupid, stupid, STUPID. I should've gotten all my weapons blessed. But, I can't go back up there now, I'd look silly. Oh well. Hopefully my fist and spear shall suffice...

After entering the office, Mera says
"Whether its chains and whips, or false words and sham ceremonies, the chains of oppression will be broken! Surrender now, confess your crimes to the members of this congregation and face their justice...or be destroyed!"
Intimidate: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

I apologize if folks wanted to try actual diplomacy, but this is Mera's version of it...

Mera offers the Aasimars a deep bow. "May we pierce the veil of Dakang's deception and purge his evil from this sanctuary." Mera dips her prosthetic arm, and then her longspear in the fountain.
Then she kisses the crude wooden geisha that hangs on a simple thong around her neck.

"I stand ready."

In Tien, Mera says, "And we fought some kind of demonic wretch that attacked us in the crypt. And heck, there were undead there as well. And those poor creatures became undead while on Dakang's watch."
Right? Dakang's been here forever, and the undead were more recent vintage? If I've got this wrong and Mera knows that's not true, she won't say it.

Switching back to common, she says "Kembe, what was that you found in the library...or didn't find?"

Aid Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

Mera asks for the wand. "I may not be able to cast magical spells, but my mother was a talented diviner, and she taught me the use of basic magical items at a very young age."

Mera has the half-elf racial ability Arcane Training (Wizard), so she has a caster level of 1 for spell trigger and completion items from the Wizard spell list. So she can just use the wand.

"Indeed, my wise friends here have found all sorts of things that don't add up, from demonic elements added to your worship, to demonic information added to your library--and a bunch of texts on Korada are missing. And then, of course, there's the demon that just attacked us. Help us cleanse your temple of this Dakang, and restore the glory of Korada."

aid diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

"So, why don't we go chat with Zhuang, first? Let him know what we've discovered." Mera says. Then she turns to Gastidem. "Lead the way, little one. And be quick about it. Ya don't want to find out why my crew called me the Stompin' Mare..."

"While we should remove your hands as justice for these poor souls you've fooled, my Lady Lila tells me I should be more forgiving and give someone a chance 'to redeem themselves' before dealing out the pain....so, you're going to tell everyone here EXACTLY what you just told us. Or, face my justice." Mera looms over the gnome and let's out a small growl before turning back to her party.

"Waddaya think? We could wait for the next service and confront Dakang in front of everyone. Or we could go to next meal and convince the regular worshippers first. Or just round them up and tell them now? Or one at a time? Or just go confront Dakang now...I'd like that, but I'd rather not have to fight the duped innocents--not to mention I'd hate to be caught between Dakang and his goons and the regular folks. We've got this one's confession, the log showing missing books from the library, and the false information in the worship with the strange markings. Oh, and the demon..." Mera's eyes go wide with a bit of panic. "What about the meditating I did? I spun those balls...do I look like I'm turning evil?" Mera opens her eyes as wide as she can. "Do my eyes look Demonic?"

Mera turns back to Gastidem: "Is Zhuang in on it? Does he know Dakang is false? And what about his guards? Are they in on it? They must be, right?"

While Mera often stands around looming quietly, once the floodgates open, she does tend to chatter...

Sorry, that little rant really did call for an intimidate check, didn't it.
Intimidate+larger: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 2 + 4 = 20

"Listen, fella. We've been making nice since we got here, dealing with the undead and now this extra-dimonstrab--extraplanular--this demon." She asks the party in a quick aside "That was a demon, right?" Then she turns back to Gastidem. "Instead of being grateful, you're throwing accusations. Either you're in league with Dakang, or you're just covering for him. Either way, I suggest you admit it's the latter and tell us everything. That way, you don't end up like that demon. We've about had enough!"

I'm assuming that Mera's Sense Motive check was enough for her to personally see through Gastidem. If not, then she probably would not have said any of the above, and stood there quietly waiting for the brainier types to tell her if it's time to club this guy unconscious or not...

Mera forgets herself and lets out a cheer of victory, promptly sucking in the noxious gas. She urps and heaves a bit before vomiting in technicolor. She quickly moves clear of the cloud and catches her breath, trying to cover up her embarassment at forgetting she was in a poisonous cloud.

After catching her breath, she asks, "Was that some kinda summoned critter, the way that thing just boiled away? Cuz if it was, we might need to deal with the Dakang fella sooner rather than later."

fort save+guidance: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 = 19

Mera flinches at the onslaught from the creature, but when she realizes none of the blows drew any blood, she lets out a hearty laugh, followed by some coughing due to the noxious cloud. She realizes that the time for gloating (and breathing) might not yet be at hand. Time to strike!

magic blessed power attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (10) + 8 + 1 + 1 - 1 = 19
magic cold iron piercing & bludgeoning dmg: 1d8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 9 + 3 + 1 = 17
miss chance, high is always good: 1d100 ⇒ 43

AC 16/ 12T / 14FF
GM: Please confirm that the bite missed due to concealment, i.e. rolled a 16 on d100

darn, sorry about that. noted.

Nothing to apologize for; it's a weird archetype that allows unarmed strike to be an actual manufactured weapon (her arm even does slashing damage--hence the morningstar to cover piercing and bludgeoning).

fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

Mera stumbles forward through the mist following the creature. When she spots the outline of the creature, she attacks.

magic morningstar power attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (4) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 12
magic cold iron piercing & bludgeoning dmg: 1d8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 3 + 1 = 20
miss chance, high is always good: 1d100 ⇒ 65

She's 2-handing morningstar without shield, so
AC 16/ 12T / 14FF
She's saving guidance for next fort save, so she'll have +5 for that save (the guidance would've come after she rolled the first save, correct? Otherwise she would've used it then...

Mera's eyes almost glow with excitement as she eyes her shiny, buffed weapon. Mera grasps its haft with both hands and tries to put all her muscle into clobbering this strange new creature.

power attack: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 1 - 1 = 14
magic cold iron piercing & bludgeoning dmg: 1d8 + 9 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 3 + 1 = 14

For future reference. Mera's prosthetic arm counts as a manufactured weapon, and she can flurry with it. The morningstar is only single attacks.

[b]"Once we've finished all the other tasks, we can send the pack animal with the rubbing and notes from the garden through the eddy. Then we can ask up the food chain about the missing books. Keep it innocent: show logbook indicating missing volumes, try and get a read on them. Start with folks missing their fingers, mention missing volumes, and maybe mention the odd/wrong information we've uncovered, and that we're just seeking the truth. Maybe start with halflings, then Zhuang. If none of them have info (and don't attack us for heresy), do the same with Dakang's Aasimar pals. Finally, Dakang himself, if we aren't already fighting for our lives by then."

"Great idea, Feelo. It would've never occurred to me."
Mera will even prop the door open to allow in some fresh air and natural light.

Once they are alone again, Mera says "Let us complete our tasks as quickly as possible before we confront whatever is wrong here. Hopefully nobody else will die in the next few hours...anyone want to lend a hand in the crypt? There's a lot to do."

Mera politely shakes her head. "I prefer spinning balls, if you know what I mean. But thanks anyway."
Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

Mera attempts to match the pitch of the bells with her whistling. Luckily, nobody is around to hear her musical ineptitude, but the notes sound sour even to her tin ear, so she switches to humming.

Perform whistle: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

The rest of the group quickly notices Mera did not heed the call of the bells...is she still at work in the crypt? Was there some other unknown, undetected undead horror lurking there that is even now feasting upon the half-elf's bones?

If you want to fetch Mera, she'll happily come along, but she's not that wise, and is busy with her task. Sounds of alarm or battle would draw her out. Otherwise, give her a sledgehammer and a pile of boulders and tell her make gravel for the society, she'll pound the rocks until she runs out of boulders...

Fortitude: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
+2 if it's enchantment, immune to magical sleep

Perhaps not the wisest choice, but Mera heads off to the crypt by herself. She whistles tunelessly and with little rhythm as she begins to make rubbings of every sarcophagi. If she completes that task before anyone shows up, she'll sit down for a snack, then move on to every other carving in the crypt.

Mera trails after the rest of the party, trying to follow the conversations as best she can: she never has been one for social graces, but she nods sympathetically when it seems appropriate, with an occasional small smile of encouragement.

Sense Motive 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Sense Motive 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Sense Motive 3: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Aid diplo 1: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (14) - 2 = 12
Aid diplo 2: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (19) - 2 = 17
Aid diplo 3: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

Worked up over the combat, and relishing the thought of getting to some useful labors on behalf of the society, Mera begins to babble a bit.

"Do any of you have the ability to speak with the dead. That one said something about finally getting the blood it was promised. I'm guessing there's someone at the temple that promised him blood. And Dakang and his guards didn't join us for mealtime, right?. Maybe they are undead as well? Or he's some kind of necromancer?" Mera pauses for a moment, pondering, before continuing her stream of thoughts out loud.

"Either way, it might be best to lie low and finish up the Master Zey's mission before we go prying much more deeply into this mystery. Whatever's goin on, seems to have been goin on for a while. Best to complete our studies and then seek the other answers--that way, if it's more than we can handle, we can flee with our findings--I mean, a lot of these folks seem nice, if a bit weird and misguided--I'd hate to have to fight them all." She barely pauses for a breath before letting all her thoughts pour out.

"It'd probably be best if we work as a group, or at least no more than 2 separate groups. Any of y'all got that message cantrip? Lady Lila always uses that when we're doing our booklearning, so I can ask her questions even if she's not in the room."

Mera pulls out her journal and checks her notes:
"So, it'll take about 12 woman-hours of work in here. About ten in the library, thanks to that log you found, right, Kembe? And another 6 to 12 hours in the garden--any of you guys good with that stuff? I worked on a farm as a youth, but I was always better with the livestock...and planting fenceposts." She offers a lopsided grin.

"I think I'll just get started right here." Having spent most of her words for the day, Mera sits down and begins to closely examine the stuff the little ones pulled out of the crevasse, making notes in her journal and sketching the pieces. "I know, I know, we need to do rubbings of all the sarcofguys and carvings."
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Mera turns to Jahz and the gnomes. "Do you think these undead fellas might have something to do with the weird stuff going on here in the monastery. Lady Lila always keeps telling me I should hit the books more and accumu...accentua...get more knowledge. But I'm better with my fists than my brains."

Mera attempts to tumble past the green skeleton, trying to get to the talking one dressed in black. Unfortunately, in her excitement, she barely manages to not knock over Kembe, and the green skeleton seizes upon the opportunity to attack.

Acro v Green CMD: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Green gets an AoO
Attack Black: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 1 = 19cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 1 = 10

I believe Mera has a second round of actions now.
She unleashes a brawler's flurry, pounding the black skeleton with her metallic fist.
Inspired Flurry: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 = 24cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14
Flurry#2: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14
Confirm?: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 1 = 19cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 = 13
should have power attacked!

"Finally, something that makes some sense...vile creatures that must be smashed!"

Inspired AoO on red: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 9 + 1 = 11cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 = 13

Growing angry at missing her attempt to strike the red skeleton, she decides to pummel them with a Flurry of Power!

Inspired Power Attack Flurry#1: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 14cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 15
Flurry att#2(19-20crit): 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 - 1 = 16cold iron B&S dmg: 1d6 + 7 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 + 2 = 16

She'll take a 5' step into the room, if she drops the red skeleton.

"Umm, maybe we should go investigate the crypt. This kitchen is giving me the creeps... Mera says, without intending one iota of irony.

Mera shrugs. While she'd rather simply go work on the tasks they were appointed, she'll tag along wherever the party may wish to go.
"When we're ready to get back to work, I'd rather start with the crypt...the library and the garden seem like they'll take hours. The rubbings should be quicker."

She reminds her fellow pathfinders of the tasks they were instructed to perform...

"As you say, we are outsiders. We are...new to the ways of Korada?...And indeed, I had the distinct honor of Zhuang's wise tutelage while achieving some success in my meditations. I assure you, my friends' hearts are in the right place," at this, Mera mistakenly pats the right side of her chest, before realizing her mistake and moving her hand over her heart "and we are here merely to seek knowledge in the ways of Korada. Perhaps once pull our heads out of our--I mean once we complete our studies, we will achieve an appropriate level of understanding. We simply ask for your guidance and patience."

Unfortunately, while Mera's reasoning is sound, she spends too much time trying to mimic how her mentor would speak, but she lacks the eloquence and charm of Lady Lila, and her efforts are much too earnest and awkward...

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (9) - 2 = 7

Fort Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Mera shrugs and swallows the horrendous tasting food...she's eaten worse. But she does then put down her utensil and push away her plate, saying, "I'm not really hungry, but thanks." As she speaks, she takes a careful look at her hosts, trying to judge their sincerity, and if they seem to be hiding anything.

Bluff: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

Let me know when Mera catches up with the party...

Perception/Self Awareness: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
So, does Mera notice any/feel any different after completing the ritual? Mostly relieved but a bit disappointed there was no Will save or become thrall of the cult...

Upon completing the ritual, Mera will seek to rejoin her fellow pathfinders and inform them of her findings.

Is it time for us to start a betting pool on who dies first?
Step one: locate old temple occupied by creepy self-mutilating cult.
Step two: everyone head off in separate directions.
step three: let the killing spree begin.
Welcome to The Korada Chainsaw Massacre...

Dex check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
On the one hand, metagaming, it's really stupid to waste the re-roll here. On the other hand, Mera would really want to get this right. Sooo...2-star gm re-roll it is.
Dex check: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 2 = 21

What Mera Saw in the Meditation Room wrote:

The meditation room is a lofty, open space. The stone walls are carved with several figures in various meditative poses. A few large mats cover the stone floor. The only other furnishing is a rack containing a few wooden staves and several stacked glass spheres, each no bigger than a plum.

There is another person within the room, an elderly Tian human man with hazel eyes and a streak of white in his hair. He acknowledges Xifen and looks with deep interest at you. "They are travelers interested in our temple," Xifen explains. "She said she would like to watch me meditate."

The mad nods with a smile answering, "Certainly, I would be happy for you to join us. I am Zhuang and lived at this temple my entire life. I am well versed in the techniques and training over the years. If you wish I could instruct you as well on the meditations."

Xifin proceeds with them himself as he starting with stretches and eventually moving onto the process of taking three glass balls (sized smaller for the halfling hands) followed my him spinning them on the palm of one of his hands. While the balls spin around his palm with a practiced technique he recites a mantra with guidance from Zhuang.

"Light combined,
My peace find;
Calm my soul,
To control;
Woes I sift,
Catching gifts"

Xifen finishes, still a bit flush with pride that he got to show off his own ability, and thanks Zhuang for his time and assistance.

Mera was able to identify the mechanical portions of the technique. Without performing the ritual herself there are no descriptions of the effects of the meditations.[/QUOTE}

Mera will attempt the techniques herself, asking for guidance if she gets anything wrong. She'll begin with the stretches, then find appropriate sized glass balls, then try to spin them and recite the mantra.

Mera writes down descriptions of the tehcniques, and makes a point to carefully write down the mantra word-for-word. Once she rejoins the party, she'll share what she observed and read it to the more brainy types.

"Might I observe your meditations and take notes?" Mera asks, pulling out her journal books.

If she's allowed to watch the meditations:
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

Mera leans in close to Arin, "We merely exchanged pleasantries. Nothing of import."

Mera nods agreeably as she's being led about the temple.
"Is there anyplace else that's forbidden in the temple, beyond Dakang's quarters? We wouldn't want to unknowingly trespass where we're not welcome. Also, is there a library here in the temple? We would love to see that. And, well, as seekers of knowledge we Pathfinders like to explore and record our findings. Would find you find it objectionable if we take notes, make sketches and rubbings, that kind of thing?"

"I think a tour would be just thing to build up an appetite. What say the rest of you? While she's waiting for the others to decide if they want to take a tour, Mera fidgets a bit, then blurts out. "Pardon my bluntness, but is mutilation part of the worship of Korada? I can't help but notice you both have missing digits..."

Mera smiles at the profligate use of her mother tongue. Too bad my Lady Lila is not here...she would have them eating out of her hand by now.

Diplomacy Aid Another: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Mera looks around, mostly for defenses: arrow slits, pit traps and the like. And to see if it looks like the place has been damaged/pillaged/looted and/or defiled in any way.
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

I'm a big fan of the extra flavor of these. I wish they would add them back in to the scenarios.

In general, I agree. But sometimes they were a hot mess...actions that are totally random (or outright evil), factions working against each other (which can be fun, but no PvP, and some folks can't handle intraparty strife). But when done well, they're a lot of fun.

the Liberty's Edge for this one is a bit dodgy...rob a crypt in the name of Freedom!!!

Of course, they don't call it the Tombrobbing Murderhobo Society for nuthin...

After the party finishes asking Master Zey any further questions, she says "It'll be important we can find our way back to our "Eddys." I have an idea, some useful tools I learned about from a former master of mine, an alchemist with more than a little skill. In fact, he made me this." Mera holds up and flexes her prosthetic arm.

Before going out and purchasing some ghost ink and 6 sunrods (1 for each party member, and a second one for herself) Mera will join Kembe in taking inventory. In addition to making sure there's plenty of parchment, ink, charcoal (for rubbings), and other materials for logging the Temple's contents, she'll check for other more practical gear, such as plenty of rope, climbing gear, a minimum of 2 gappling hooks and at least 2 crowbars.

Current purchases: Ghost Ink, 6 sunrods (total 37gp)

Mera dutifully pulls out her mostly empty journal and starts writing down notes. As she's writing down the mission objectives, she gets a puzzled look on her face and starts to raise her hand, but then thinks better of it.
She merely asks, "Um, Master Zey. I have a few questions: is the entire semi-plane vacant? If not, how can you be sure a temple that's just been sitting there for centuries is still vacant?"

She then leans close to Pai and says, "Y'know I grew up not too far from Tianjiang...I mean sure there was a whole 'nother kingdom between us, but still, same continent and all...only a few hundred miles away."

Mera offers a small grunt. "Meh, looks really old and dusty to me."
Then she raises her voice to be heard over the hubbub of the room:
"Master Zey, if you have a rugbeater around here somewhere, it would be my honor to take that rug out back and whack out every last spot of dust for you. My father always said 'Nobody can knock the dust outta rugs like my big...strong...Mera...'"

The hulking half-elf's voice trails off as she starts to notice all the looks her suggestion has harvested. She clears her throat and starts studying a nearby brazier.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid. What would Lady Lila think?
Then Mera chuckles softly.
"Actually, she'd probably be laughing out loud..." she mutters to herself before finally having the good sense to keep quiet.

A rather large female half-elf wearing leather lamellar armor pauses in the hallway near the gaggle of folks cleaning up the spilled papers. With a small wink at the gnome, she suddenly stops slouching, rising herself to her full imposing height. Her mere physical presence creates large eddy in the flow of traffic in the hallway, which passes around the cleanup crew. Once they're finished, she offers each of the folks on the floor a hand up. It's a bit of shock when they discover that her arm is a metal prosthetic.

With a nod, she says, "I'm Mera. Nice to meet you."