Percy Dorn, Indarius's page

tapb: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 5) = 11
Give ground, Take two conditions: guilty, insecure

Putting his guard up expecting a forward assault Indy finds himself skipping forward as his backend is lashed with a fiery brand.

"Ah oooh ouch, okay that's hot."

He slaps at the scorch mark as if that would somehow help the flare of pain. Whirling around he tries to buffet the villan with his wings and get some ground back.

Directly engage: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (3, 3) - 2 = 4
Advance, picking up: Coming for you

Another day in Halcyon, another day to appreciate the things he loved. Abruptly ended by the wind and pressure change throwing him to the ground, yep All the things he loved. He stood, rubbing and shaking his head to clear away the impact-fog, it hurt but he was still standing just find so he chalked it up to shock more than anything. Pulling himself from the rubble and rolling the ache out of his arms he watched the figure descent and ran through his memory recalling the visage from the Praetorium.

"Khamsin? Right... now it's coming back to me, you were part of the diorama. You looked... bigger by comparison there." He held up his fingers measuring the villain between them. "Ehh perspectives a b&*!& though and model makers are always making people the wrong sizes."

His tongue flicks trying to find any moisture in the air, but both his scales and tognue find it woefully depleted of any. "You know I've gotta refuse this mark of Ahk'nathal thing. Never really wanted tattoos, besides my folks taught me never to get the name of anyone on me either, incase we break up. And well he kinda sounds like a dick, and so do you."

He laughs and rubs his neck, clicking the emergency beacon button on his comm-collar before putting his arms up ready to defend himself. "So whada'ya say, you gonna fight be with all the power of a super absorbant beach towel or just monologue about how your cult leader is so great? Cause let me tell ya, I'm not a bad fighter, I'm gonna make you wish you brought a sweater, and I don't take orders from self-proclaimed kings."

Unleash(overcome): 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 2) + 3 = 11
Overpower Khamsin's drying and warming with my own magical chilling.

Indarius begins to dance suddenly, "I uh... don't know if I can move out of the way. The fever is takin' over and I can't stop now."

He shimmies this way and that performing moves that are not typical to Indarius. His wings don't help with the reflecting of various light sources and the wide spread appendages splay the lights out further.

provoke: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (6, 5) - 2 = 9
Chroknight needs to make a decision now or take a condition, not sure how many Chroknights this applies to right now lmao

Indarius looks down at himself clad in a stylish 70s smoking jacket with his chest fully exposed and seemingly waxed to a lustrous shine that reflects the disco light in a dazzling way much like the mirrored ball itself. His head quills are splayed this way and that to mimic a spiny afro of sorts. For some present or older staff the outfit might look reminiscent of another older mage from times now gone.

"Well this is.. hmm."

He watches the situation with the various Chroknights, Samantha, Chloe. Andromeda and the disembodied hand which quickly disappears, Gui and Johnny. He lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding finally feeling his chest relax a little. At least as much as he could feel relaxed in this form.

Walking over to the multi-knight situation snapping his fingers in a rhythmic beat he looks to the extra(?) chroknight.

"Look we don't want any issues, you're not the only one who can manipulate time. But we really need 'our' Chroknight back. I know Samantha feels like she's got it all figured out but as someone with experience with time shinanagens... a little too much at this rate. It's basically impossible to tell which is or was or maybe ours so I'm not gonna fight you on the matter."

He tilts his head towards the time ripple barely holding together, "Judging by the strain there we've got about a minute before it either collapses causing more issues, or the wraiths smell something off. Do wraiths smell time? Regardless, Samantha we literally don't have time, Chroknight you need to make a decision now. Normally I'd say don't be hasty, but well tick tock, we're on dance o'clock." He frowns "Oh that's definitely the groovy outfit talking."

Can I burn the hold we got earlier to present an opportunity for my allies?

Indordnance lifts his arm up from the spinning wheel looking to Axolotl with a machine calm unusual for the draconoid. "It seems we have earned the Jackpot."

He pauses before adding a dead-pan "Huzzah!" a small spray of confetti sprays out from his back as it seems some time ago Ordanance may have absorbed a party popper.

Watching out of the corner of his eye at the continued rediculousness that is the agression brought on by Chroknight(s) and Samantha, one of which wasn't typically known for her outbursts.

Indordnance looks at the trickster and lets out a sigh as the being seems to lax a little on how strict the answers must be.

"We would like to spin the wheel."

Tapping into Chroknight's helmet via an absorbed hyper-spectrum signal caster Inordnance explains to both Chroknights in sub-vocalization mode, unable to tell which is which in the moment.

"The Cryo-rejuvenator was the device we failed to secure... safely from being stolen at the museum. Though we did not acquire it ourselves, it was also not stolen at all."

Indordnance had been sitting quietly for the vast majority of the run time for the game so far. Caught in a state between confusion at the absurd nature of these non-questions who's purpose seems to be just to waste time so that Axolotl can hear the sound of their own voice. And also trying to make sense of anything happening in the current situation, including but not likited to getting a sense of how much of his powers were still his and how much was Ordanance.

Finally with a robotic sigh at the floundering of Andromeda turned stage maid, Chroknight turned Yeoman, turned jukebox, turned toaster, turned duplicate all born of impatience, and of Samantha being morphed into some courtroom secretary. With Johnny in the pit and teachers being turned into pelts it was all coming to a head of sorts. He calmly raised a hand.

"I do not wish to submit an answer, I shall leave that for my allies to attempt and inevitably fail. This game seems rigged simply to keep going until you get what you want or get bored of coming up with fitting punishments for failing to correctly answer your nonsensical questions whom's actual answer is up to your whim and whatever your mind deems the answer to be in the exact moment. Short of a mindreader we will be unable to interpret the answers, so this gameshow will remain rather droll and unamusing for all spectators and participants save yourself."

There is a semi-mechanical click as he sets his hand on the table, "So what do you really seek from all of this Axolotl? Do you seek entertainment, a fight, to annoy, or perhaps you seek someone to listen to your ravings and speak your mind so that you aren't alone?"

Indordnance pushes Chroman away at the table, "That's not we don't when have you ever seen us do anything like that except in comics, you know those are fake."

Then they are all at the Wheel of Feuding Jeopardy being asked about aliens and boards. Looking down through the line of the 'Alliance' members he raises a more metallic finger. "I believe I can solve this quandry given that I am from beyond already."

He looks down and slaps the buzzer, odd that everyone at the table has one but hey it's an original gameshow.

Leaning to the mic he speaks, "What is 42."

spend one of my holds to provide an opportunity for my allies, which soaks up my last hold from earlier.

One moment he's enjoying a break flying through Halcyon streets and next he's planted in a chair somewhere completely different facing down Axolotl, a criwd of daedelus students, and a mock-up of the Alliance.

"Oohhh kay... someone wanna fill me in on what's going in?" He asks equal parts annoyance and confusion.

play the role assigned to you: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 5) + 3 = 13
hold 2, team in the pool, spent one to clear insecure(we'll say he got it out of his system while relaxing on his flight. 1 hold remaining

Indarius

Half-pipe laughs. "What mountainside? If you ask nicely, Ren can probably get you there quick if you're worried about leaving Halcyon for too long. Don't get me wrong, we're glad to have you here. But if this Star Pharoah is as bad as they say, having a secret weapon could be just what we need. Even if a jewelry store or two gets robbed in the meantime."

Indy laughs in return, "Ahh. Well I'd have to ask Andromeda again, been a bit of a day since we talked about that. Anyway we'll try to keep you up to date. See you around half-pipe."

With that Indy took off again, or at least curved out of the string of drafts onto his own path again. Heading down into Halcyon again. He shifted down into his hybrid form, and landed on the roof of one of the sky scrapers for a bit. Digging out his communicator he checked for messages. Seeing none he set it to play some music, strapped it to the band around his neck and leapt from the tower to soar through the weaving city.

Percy Dorn, Indarius wrote:

"Poor pigeons.." He laments honestly, he hadn't even considered how the local fauna were affected by events like this. Glancing down at the city the dragon hopes that everyone is doing alright and that the cleanup won't take too long.

"Oh.. yeah don't have a clue what caused it to turn this way suddenly but the how we came to find out is a weird story too..."

Indy proceeds to inform Half-pipe of what he knows about the situation, though he never actually dealt with Delphi personally.

Half-Pipe whistles. "Oh, so we've got a potential precog mysteriously appearing. That's a relief that it's nothing remotely complicated," he says with an air of sarcasm.

"Well, let your peeps know to look out for her. We'll need to find out if she's got true precog powers, or if it's something else. Okay?"

Indy nods, "Right I'll have a talk with them tomorrow and see if they managed to get a way to contact her. But given what we've seen, I don't suppose it's just a lucky guess."

There was a heave of silence between them for a bit and just as Half-pipe looked about to take off Indy spoke up. "We've been trying to look for more info on the Star Phraoah by the way and we've got an idea on where to look for a like weapon. But I'm not sure how it would look for a bunch of us to go trapsing around the mountainside with how things are here in Halcyon right now."

Indarius

Half-Pipe completes a loop over Indy's head and returns to matching his speed. "Dude, you don't gotta try to explain it. I totally get it."

The Herald takes a few moments before responding to the comment about almost hurting people, just zooming along with him. "Well, if it helps, I don't hold anything against you for hallucinating. I got hit once by a cloud and spent the next half hour chasing demon imps. Tenfold says I killed at least twenty pigeons.

"Oh, if you want to focus on something else, Nimbus does want to talk with you at some point soon. Your Daedalus group apparently knew the Deathcap was coming, and he'd like to know how you knew. And something messed it up bad before it arrived, so that's, you know, probably something we should figure out sooner rather than later."

"Poor pigeons.." He laments honestly, he hadn't even considered how the local fauna were affected by events like this. Glancing down at the city the dragon hopes that everyone is doing alright and that the cleanup won't take too long.

"Oh.. yeah don't have a clue what caused it to turn this way suddenly but the how we came to find out is a weird story too..."

Indy proceeds to inform Half-pipe of what he knows about the situation, though he never actually dealt with Delphi personally.

Indarius

Soaring high over the city to clear his head and avoid the drama that might be a part of the party, Indy does feel some of the anxiety and fear leach from his emotions.

His solitude by being so high above the fray is short-lived, however, when a familiar hero riding an energy board intercepts his flight path and matches his speed. Zooming along effortlessly right next to him, Half-Pipe pulls his shades down briefly to make eye contact.

"You good? Thought you'd be taking it easy after helping save the city from certain destruction!" he calls out. "But patrolling is good too; I definitely enjoy busting some small-time crooks in between world-ending threats."

Flying high above the skyline Indarius finds a calm in the relative silence of the sky. Clear of the fungal menace from beyond, he forgets and floats upon the drafts. A billowing sea of nothing allowing him to drift with his thoughts and the warmth on his back. He could almost fall asleep like this. And for a time his mind wandered to what it must have been like when there were more dragons around.

As Half-pipe approached he came too, a strange sixth sense keying him in before the at the time unknown was danger close. He twisted his head to follow him as the hero pulled next to him.

"Oh.. yeah no this is me taking it easy actually. It's... less up here. Don't have to worry about scaring anyone or at least hearing about it immediately. It's there's a like weird peace that comes with flying as well. I can't really explain it, beyond the quietness there's just a... I dunno."

Unable to shake his head without throwing off his flightpath he rotated it instead. "I'm not on patrol though, not that I wouldn't swoop in if I saw something though. Also not sure I'm ready to deal with the others. Got a bit of a habit with mind altering playing out as nearly or actually killing people."

"Chitin, I did go into the Deathcap. So considering I was at the source of a lot of gnarly gross contamination, I'm going to spend like two hours boiling myself in shower water. Maybe I'll show up after I'm sure there's nothing left."

They look to Indarius. "But you definitely should go and do something fun. Rumpus seems like what everyone who doesn't have to worry about their secret identity are doing," They say, leaning in to whisper in Indarius' ear. "Nobody is going to blame you for stuff you did under the influence of alien fungal spores. But if it makes you feel better, show up in person to apologize to their faces to see for yourself."

They lean back, stretching out their arms above them before turning to look at the city. "Okay, see you in a moment." They're no longer standing there by the time the last words reach Indarius' ears.

His thoughts felt like sludge suffering from the after effects of the spores and his own brain chemistry. So when he finally mystered up a response to Chroknight they were gone.

Pursing his lack of lips as best he could for a moment the large icy eyes rolled to Chitin. "I, don't think I'm up for another dance so soon after the last one. Gonna go spread my wings and get some air."

His head cocks at the loud gun-shot-like bang from Gui. There's a split moment of panic when he sees blood. But everyone seems rather nonchalant about the situation so he supposes it's only an illusion.
"I'll talk to Gui, Abeki, and Halfpipe tomorrow. Give em time to relax from all this."

With a few uttered words his scales and wings slowly shimmer from the top down as a cleansing spell causes all the residual dust, spores, and grime to slough off of him into a puddle where he once stood. With a gallop he flies off into the sky, heading outside of Halcyon's skyline for the remainder of the day.

Feel like Chro treated Indy normally, so clearing a condition(Angry) no powers/ability mention so no potential. Stal's call if avoiding the dance/meeting with anyone at Daedelus counts as running away from something difficult(confronting those he almost hurt immediately), to clear afraid.

Chroknight stops by Indarius brooding away from the crowd, tucking a phone back into their armor. "...So, we kind of actually worked as a team this time. Andromeda actually gave me praise, Aquarelle stepped up in a big way, Statian used her brain powers excellently, Joy supported wherever she could. We saved the day. Hope you're enjoying the accomplishments."

They stretch their arms out over their head. "On the other hand, I'm not feeling the whole partying on campus deal. Need to decompress in a different way. What about you?"

Indarius is snapped from his thoughts at Chroknight's approach swinging his head down and over to look at them. "What? Oh.. yeah, you all did really well together. Especially considering how not according to plan everything went."

He looks off towards where the giant spore chunk had landed near Gui, the others, and the responders, also where he had attacked them. "I don't think we have any recordings of it ever trying to actually land though."

Having overheard something about the showers at least he nods to Chro, "I think maybe we should wash off these spores first, Never know if they might reactivate or something, but otherwise yeah not exactly feeling the party on campus myself. So I could use a- well something else."

When Chitin asks about the spores and how it must have been quite the trip he looks away. "I almost crushed Gui and nearly ate Akebi. Soo... I-I really doubt they'd want to see me right now either." He says voice full of worry.

Although Indy is quite dour right now he is celebrating in earnest so. When you share a triumphant celebration with someone, clear one condition if they treat you like a perfectly normal person and mark potential if they praise your power or abilities.

Street Level

Indarius chases hallucinogenic phantoms overlaid upon his friends and allies, causing the city's defenders to go scrambling for safety! In a desperate ploy, Aquarelle tries to counter the psychedelic shroom trip with his own illusions to make friends to foes and back to friends again!

The wildly discordant images manage to snap Indy out of the worst of the hallucinations, though colors still appear vividly bright and movement strange and trippy to the dragon.

The illusions atop hallucinations scramble Indy enough to get him to think more clearly, and he thinks better about laying frozen waste to the fungal enemies AND his allies. He tries to redirect the blast skyward, the arcane energy already having infused his breath enough that it was too late to simply put a stop to it. He blasts the chilling air upwards above everyone safely then topples backwards as his unsteady footing gives way.

He lays there quietly moaning through the worst of the rapidly oncoming headache. The area slowly being blanketed in a sudden if brief snowfall.

When at last the Deathcap is fully repelled. As everyone begins to gather to celebrate Indarius hangs out in the back of the assemblage as Nimbus gives congratulations.

"That was scary. Worse than the last time it showed up for sure. Those arcane pillars should fade in an hour or so."

Indy saunters off from the group worrying if they'd resent him for attacking them while under the effects of the spore puffs and the insecurity brought on by his susceptibility eating away at him. Which keeps him from being in a peppy celebratory mood. Though most who come over gets a quick curt 'Good job. We did good. Or other such platitudes he looks very troubled.'

High in the sky(Indy vision)

Things were getting heavy and Indarius felt a sudden gust of wind buffet into him freeing him of the spores. He looked over to see Nimbus, good ol' Nimbus must have been his doing. He started to call out in thanks but spotted speed a particularly nasty looking spore floating next to him "Watch out!" He pushed off of the Deathcaps disgustingly spongey surface towards Nimbus as the hero darted down and away to avoid the spore which trailed after with a vibrant curtain of microspores following after. Indarius quickly pivoted and dove in a corckscrew to follow the hero and his tailing foe snapping at it, though the rather pesky spore was unusually dodgy.

High in the sky(Reality)

Indarius struggled to hold push up the weight, though most of the heroic efforts of the group were slowly being patched up by the expanding network of arcane pillars and net across the surface.

Indarius trapped somewhere between furred and scaled, like a dragon half coated in extremely fluffy mushroom tendrils turned to Nimbus, with slavering jaws and let out an agressive roar before lunging at the Wind-manipulating hero who dodged downward followed by the flailing rapid wingbeats and menacing clumsy jaws of Indarius.

Street Level

"This is so gross," Chitin says as he starts ripping and pulling at the wet, ropy strands of fungus away from the afflicted first responders.

"I don't tink your lights affected the fungus. I tink it hurt de hosts," Abeki tells Aquarelle as she has her psychic constructs help Chitin.

Just then, there's a shout from above everyone's head! "LOOK OUT!!!" Half-Pipe shouts as he zooms past on his energy board! "SOMEONE GET THIS DRAGON BACK TO HIS RIGHT MIND!!"

Following right behind the Herald is Indarius, snapping at him like he was a particularly elusive spore!

What do you do??

Street level(reality)

Indarius broke his descent moments before impact causing a massive downwind as his wings beat against the air. Kicking up residual dust, spores, and broken blacktop chunks right before the dragon landed with a shuddering thud.

He snarled and bayed swiping at invisible foes, before making a gallopin charge towards Aquarelle slamming a dangerous taloned paw down next to him. The attack left a cratered section of crumbling street. "Hnnshabnaaf." Came the gibberish as he shook his head and looked around confused.

Leaving that spot he lunged towards Abeki next whipping around with such speed that his tail swooped a hair over Aquarelle, and several first responder's heads knocking over one of their vehicles and flinging it into a nearby street light.

Barreling overhead of Abeki striking another unseen foe the dragon rolled across the ground uncomfortably tucking to look back at the group and stand on his hind legs unsteadily. "Braaafsnaamm."

Sucking in a massive breath as the area near him began to freeze over.

Street level(Indy vision)

Breaking his descent moments before the spore impacted the ground near all of his friends before he could catch it. The combined wind of his wings and the collision sent a spray of mind-altering spores scattering across everyone causing them to cough worryingly. Indy landed shortly after and looked around noticing that several smaller puffballs had also been created from the impact which he bashed out of the way so they couldn't further infect anyone.

"Not good not good, is everyone okay? Gui!" He watched as Aquarelle struggled against the spores, convulsing his skin and clothes rippling in hard to look at but beautiful patterns. Gotta pin him doen before he can do any harm he thiught as he lunged towards his friend now under the Deathcap's control. His paw came down firmly but gently atop Aquarelle and once he lifted it he saw his friend thankfully knocked out but breathing. But there had been more spores.

"Okay all safe, gotta help the others." He swung his head back to look behind him where many of the other students and aid forces were also writhing against the spore cloud. "No, no, no!"

He whipped around and went after Abeki, stamping on her and deftly rolling over her. Only to turn and see the horror, uncountable spores hovering over everyone.

"Only one option to save them all, hope I can make it cold enough to freeze the spores." He stood tall and took a deep breath.

assess: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (2, 1) - 2 = 1
Yikes that's two threads my dice really don't like me in

Indy tried to get a better gauge of how he could help the situation, but was still reeling from the psychedelic spores.

superior: 2d6 - 2 ⇒ (3, 6) - 2 = 7
resisted barely, i'm not sweating you're sweating why does the air taste blue? Taking insecure.

Indarius struggles to aid in keeping the massive fungal invader from plummeting. Using what time they've bought to reinforce the arcane pillars supporting the thing by spreading additional pylons between and connecting them in a sort of open net.

Then there was suddenly a massive cloud of spores around him. Between the tendrils trying to pick his brain and now this he was struggling. Colors and the world distorted giving him sudden vertigo which he only managed to combat by closing his eyes and focusing on going where he felt the mushroom at the end of his massive paws. That only caused the new voices to sound especially loud albiet alien.

On the outside Indarius slacked in his lifting duty a bit as he resisted the spores. His scales rippling into a patchy silver fur on silver scale surface as his own natural shapeshifting began to go a bit wild.

Indarius is splattered by some of the fungal tendrils which restrict his kovement, but the spell is already cast so it's less of an issue for now. His shape quickly expands to that of his full dragon form which takes off upwards to the sky.

Unleash powers(strength): 2d6 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (1, 5) + 3 - 1 = 8

Using his immense size and strength the draconid pumps his wings trying to slow it's descent further. It is difficult at this angle but he struggles through the growing worry.

take afraid to make permanent, -1 descent

Indarius had cast his breathing spell on the others, which should be good for an hour or two. Then he awaited it's arrival. When the Deathcap came into view it shook something in him, even having seen it more than once before.

But this time was especially strange, "Something doesn't feel right."

"Looks damaged, that's for sure."
"It'll smother the city!"
"It's not slowing down!!!
"IT'S NOT SLOWING DOWN!!!!"

"New plan!! Stop it from crashing!!" Nimbus' desperate voice sounds in everyone's ears. "Everyone who can--" His voice is suddenly cut off!

"S$!&, let's go everyone!"

Digging deep into the magical fermament of Halcyon he knew it'd continue to tear down the veil. Already strained by the past year's assault and the slow hemorrhage of magical essence brought on by those aetherial wounds. But in this moment it was rend it further or watch everything be crushed.

Planting his feet wide he drew his hands upward with great strain, as if lifting a massive invisible weight. Causing several translucent pillars to stretch up from the street into the sky from all over Halcyon city to slow the descent of the Murderous Mycelial Menace.

Unleash: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 = 12

He was lucky he couldn't sweat from effort, as the effort of such a massive draw of aether showed on his face imemdiately.

-1 permanent move so we're at 4/panel

After his awkward conversation with Andromeda(tbp)

Indarius approached all the people heading up to the Deathcap proper.

"Alright so, since we're headed high up and likely to be subjected to less than great breathing conditions, I was going to cast a spell on us all to help remedy that. Don't think it'll protect against the spores, it's not quite specific enough for that, but noone will be running short on breath while we're in the mile-high district."

He looked over everyone present, "I can also ferry any non-fliers skyward, but given the group I don't think that'll be a problem."

C&S(Andromeda): 2d6 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (3, 4) + 3 + 1 - 2 = 9

Indarius helped with the mass summoning via teleportals and was sitting to the side taking a break eating some street food and water to recover.

Taking his time to meditate and rest for the upcoming conflict.

[dice=this could go really badly]2d6+2

Samantha tucks into a cross-legged station with tablet and extreme focus, softly speaking math and astrophysics to no one in particular.

Is Halcyon city on the Pacific rim?

Indy leans over Samantha's shoulder and begins pointing out some of the subsystems specific to Clocktower, that are probably definitely not human technology and how they can be used to boost the signal further.

team to bump Statian's roll to 10

"Sure, I will do dat, but I am sure dey will help... preconcepcions aside, dey so far seem way better dan we had thought and it is deir necks on de line as well." He was about to step away.

"I had an idea. Could you check dis computer for info on how Imagerie helped fighting de Deathcap last year?"

"Yeah, let me.." He leans over to click carefully at the keyboard and with the mouse to search through the files. "I bet there's something in here from Horizon.. or even Isaiah probably."

"Good point. I'll see what we can pull off." He looked over to Gui, "You're time to shine, Mr. social butterfly."

He gives Gui a very light pat on the shoulder, "You have a better rep with all of Daedelus than all of us combined."

Staying in the mainframe room for a bit he wanted to hear Gui's thoughts before approaching the rest of the team.

Gui gets on his feet and follows Indarius, trying his best not to think about world destruction. He does remember the Deathcap's visit last year and how he and his friends almost died if not for Captain Stalwart.

"Hey Boss, let me see how you operete dis monstrosity of e computer... dis way I could be minimally useful."

Indy waves him along with him, "Alright... no problem. It's a bit of an old thing anyway."

He proceeds to show him the ropes of the cobbled together alien tech infused super computer from another era. As best he can from what he learned from Horizon and Isaiah at least.

Indy gets a quick response from Nimbus. "Are you sure? The Deathcap was just driven off this past year. It's never come back so soon."

"We've got a I don't want to say good lead, but Statian already double checked and confirmed it's headed back this way for some reason. She's trying to narrow it's landing point but she said we've got about eighteen hours till it's back. I'll keep you updated, since we're gonna need an emergency response to this. Gonna be lots of portals and lots of capes."

Scratching at his chin for a moment he ponders the idea. "Maybe it was driven back this way due to the actions of the Alliance?"

Indy throws his hat in again to the conversation outside of the medlab, a nagging feeling chewing behind his horns.

"Well last year it was an all hands on deck situation across the city. I know it's not so simple as a color coordination scheme of danger. But well, yeah." He hums, "Hey Samantha please let me know where that thing'll land when you find out, I'm going to radio Nimbus so he can start coordinating other teams to rally into action."

He heads into the Clocktower to get ahold of Nimbus and appraise him of the situation.

Gui frowns slightly as he keeps working on the illusions. "For sure, dat is out of question, but Chroknight could have teken her to e real hospital just as easily, with real doctors to help her." He shrugs. "Someting I still tink we should do."

Indarius gives his best frown at Gui, "While I agree in part. Chroknight did the right thing here Gui. When it comes to seizure and stroke victims response time is of the essence. We all know Chroknight is fast, but we all very well know that even they have limits."

Indarius took the time that Chroknight was away to put the scale back since it likely wouldn't be a talking point with the new information coming along.

He looks to Gui and shrugs, "Hey, since Max is here do you wanna talk to her about what we talked about earlier?"

When Delphi is brought into the base

"Let's be honest, Andromeda has always been skeptical of things you can't prove outright." He looks to her, "Even prophecy is a bit far fetched to me, but I'm not gonna just say it's not also some hallucination."

Indarius points out which way, but it seems he can't figure out how best to explain the exact destination as the wards are mostly just a ping for him and a 'feel' location rather than a genuine 'where' location.

Indy waited for some questions or anything for him really when something in yhe back of his head clicked like a chime and he snapped to attention out the subway tunnels. Elation and fear surged into him for a moment. "Someone just ran into my ward."
Holy s+#$ my ward finally worked

Before Indy walks away from the group
"Well that's some great information to get compared to what we had. Can't say I know about Stallion though, certainly not enough to get a good scry on him. We should see if we can get into contact with anyone who knows his whereabouts better than somewhere in the mountain though, and tell Nimbus."

afterwards

Indy eventually returns from his room carrying a fiery crimson scale the size of his chest, which he csrefully lays out on the table. "This is the scale of my... uh well it's hard to say arch-enemy considering we've only fought once. I don't really want to actually fight him, I just wanna change his outlook on humans. But this is Drake's scale. Leader of Manticorp, a big red dragon, the one who experimented on Xaiara among other meta-humans. It's also why I'm bound to only my draconic forms and why he's stuck in his human one."

Indy watches the unleashing of the binding magic that eventually deposits Empyrean and Devil Diva onto the floor of the base.

"Well, that's not too terribly inefficient." He reaches down to help them up, "You feeling alright?"

slightly later

"Yeah actually, aside from the time stuff I've got some more info on the Star Pharoah guy. He's got several like lieutenants that he calls his children, and the cult is trying to scrub anyone knowing anything about the whole situation so that he can more easily overthrow the world."

He looks off to his room and scratches his arm nervously for a moment. "And-"

His gaze falls to the table where he firmly places his hands, "He also drags powerful magical creatures and such to his side. I'm not sure by what means and due to my past actions I may have saved us one issue and become the issue myself? Ehh maybe it'll just be easier to show you all. Give me a second."

He wanders off into his room for a bit leaving the group to wonder about that cryptic information.

Indy looks at the rod and watches as it flickers between it's colors again. Then gives it a hard flick, enough to cause it to shatter.

Unity Base

Drawing closer to the blinking tube, Indy spots an old and yellowed piece of masking tape wrapped around the lower half of the glass cylinder. It has faded and barely legible handwriting on the tape.

IND RIU

It also has a sequence of numbers, that for some reason denotes yesterday's date!

What do you do??

Indarius hums not seeing any obvious trappings of well a trap. Tapping on the glass tubing with the back of a knuckle he does all the usual checks. Sees if there is any latent magic to the device, and then determines it's best to disarm any magic that's not his own at least in this moment.

As the discussion continues and tension ratchets up, in a nearly forgotten corner of Unity Base where some antiquated computer equipment had been pushed out of the way, a cathode-ray tube suddenly flares to life. It begins pulsing a clear white light followed by violet light, and then white again.

Clocking the device in the corner that up until now Indy hadn't noticed, despite all his time in Unity Station over the past two years caught his attention. The building tension in the room distracted him further however and he let out a rough growling sigh.

"Hey!" He spoke to everyone, unintentionally flairing his wings to make himself more present over everyone before calming again.

"Look tensions are high right now, how about everyone take five grab a snack and a drink and we get at this with more level heads?"

Searching his own feelings he was still prickly about what happened to Pru in this tineline as well. Although he felt guilty knowing that in the other it had been Beebee, but she survived. The strange wonder of a small part of him wishing it had still happened as it did before made him feel awful. But he couldn't let that cloud trying to guide the rest back on track.

Unity Station

Chroknight's attention was fully switched from Andromeda to Sam. Their posture was frozen for a moment, and not due to any use of their time powers. "Pru...?"

They came out of their shock as the light began to flash. Striding over to it and glad for the distraction to avoid the conversation, they call out to Indarius. "Hey, is this machine supposed to do this?"

Welcoming Chroknight's transition iver to the device, he took his own advice of stepping away for just a moment.

He tapped his chin and tongue flicked the air, then scowled. "And that's far more concerning than it just being inactive this entire time."

Moving forward he placed a hand between it and Chroknight, "Serious charm to hide something from me this long. Let me tinker with it a bit." First he searches for any relevant runes that may indicate further enchantment or a potebtial trap before working his own magic on the thing.

"A bit... harsh to say this timeline is any less real than the last." Indy injects hoping to cut that line of thought off before it got too far ahead.

"Both are real and we exist in both, what happened in both of them affects who we are now. It doesn't help the pain knowing that we aren't on the exact same path we were. But that doesn't make things any less important either."

Comfort and Support(Andromeda): 2d6 + 3 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (4, 6) + 3 + 1 - 2 = 12

His face cocks up a bit in an attempt to look sad or like he's trying to level with Andromeda, though his voice does a much better job at conveying that. "What's really eating at you here Andromeda? We're your friends, your teammates, we're all in this together so we have to lean on one another."

Indy looked to Chroknight, "That's an unnecessary risk, to you and yours, unless you of course want to reveal yourself to everyone in the room and feel you can protect them appropriately. Once you do it, you can't exactly put the mask back on."

Placing a hand on Chro's shoulder he hoped it'd be reassuring, "If you wish to keep the mask on or take it off we're here for you."
Comfort and Support: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 = 7

He goes to address Gui next, "That's hard to tell given memories blend. Untangling my memories of you all is a bit more difficult than world events, so even I'm having a bit of trouble saying how much is different on an interpersonal level with you all."

Daedelus

"Hmm well can't say I've ever been super musically inclined. But I'm sure there are plenty of ways for people to contribute otherwise?"

He taps his chin for a moment then looks over at Gwen, "Bet we'd be able to spread out tons of pamphlets and fliers across the city."

Seeing the rest of the 'gang' a bit spaced out still, "Everyone enjoy the Gala by the way?"

Later at Unity Station

Indarius stands at the table that was designated for team meetings reviewing the information that Samantha had provided about the engagement at the Gala before waiting for the last of the group to arrive.

Indarius finds Glasswing talking with Screech Owl and Parkour. "Everything okay? I've got the sense that with the Alliance still away, there's a lot more work for everyone."

Indy nodded, "About as okay as it can be. And Nimbus seems to think as good as it's gonna be for a bit if this Star Pharoah guy ends up rearing his ugly head again. And everythibg seems to be pointing towards that being the case."

He frowns and shakes his head again, "Ah but I don't want to bring down the mood. So the plan for me is to have a good night tonight, and worry about it tommorow after a much needed bit of relaxation."

Something catches his eye behind them all for a moment, like a pleasant phenomina, was that Shin but the second of reverie is reigned in quickly. "If my old team taught me something and I should have learned it a long time ago when we were still together. You have to enjoy the small moments of peace that you get, cause life doesn't often let them stay long."

Ava returns the phone to Andromeda and Jessie summons PanAm to her side. "So we wait?"

Indy shrugs, "Pretty much yeah."

"Look, I know everyone's all worked up right now. But you have to stop and enjoy the moment sometimes, cause they don't come by very often. When we have more concrete evidence that Shayera Needs our help. Then we can bring the Lightning, thunder, and crashy-smashy."

He motions over to where his 'date' was, "I'll be over there, seriously get a drink enjoy the music for a bit. Everyone deserves it after the last few weeks of busting our asses. Including but not limited to literally stopping the end of a timeline earlier tonight."

He then starts to head over to rejoin Glasswing who seemed to be in conversation with some other heroes from out of town.

Indarius thought about things and was about to say he'd give it a shot, but then Ava hopped up to the plate and did her thing.

"Well that works out then. We don't usually make a lasting bond with tech, so the chances that there'd be enough of a 'bond' especially on something so miniscule as like a sim card or something that we don't really think about, are basically nill."

He eats one of the last cheese cubes in his hand then sends the remaining sticks floating overhead towards the nearest trashcan. "So, what's the plan cause I bet you bullrushing in won't do anyone any favors?" He asks before they all received the Chroknight ping.

"Especially if Valence is involved, trust me."

"Oh you're looking for the alternate Xaiara? Shayera was it?"

He looks to Andromeda since her countenance says all that needs to be said about the importance of this whole situation to her. "Got anything that was hers? Should be able to whip up a tracking spell no sweat if so."

Serious matter out of the way he leans towards Jessie to whisper, "Major grump-asaurus and that's coming from the biggest lizard in the room."

Popping another cheese piece in his mouth he shrugs, "MmmMm, all of it pretty clearly, sorting through what's from where still but-"

He points the toothpick at Chroknight, "Everything I witnessed." He taps the side of his head with the toothpick then recalls a similar thing that he did to another being and quickly pulls it away.

"Clear as crystal. Probably something to do with the dragon physiology or something, but the differences between the time or universe splits? It's actually all really easy to sort out give me about a day or two and I'd be able to be way more sure, but I'm very confident."

Now on his way back across the room in search of Glasswing, Indy notices the heated conversation between Chroknight, Andromeda, Jessie, and Ava. Fearing that tensions were on the rise from the whole time debaucle he meanders over with a handful of tiny cheese cubes on sticks.

"Everything uh.." -chomp- "good?"

"From all that we can tell, the Star Pharoah is due to arrive in a matter of months," Nimbus says. "As for you being in the line of fire, honestly I think that's a win for us. You'll put everything into resisting him, which is more than we could expect from the other magic being."

Indarius takes a deep breath and nods, not letting himself be drawn too deep to what happened last time he had a commanding force overhead. "I hope to prove you right Nimbus. You haven't happened to ehar anything back from the Alliance have you? We can hold the fort, but I know it'd do people good to have heard something about their exploits."

Nimbus shakes his head, "No word on their return yet."

***

A bit later Indarius returns upstairs, carefully pushing and manuvering his way through the crowd. Perhaps his time with Glasswing for the evening was up. He could still mingle with others though. He was about to try and find someone interesting when he got distracted at the punchbowl.