Ameraaaaaa
It was a fine day in Central City until 20 minutes ago. When the clear skys were bothered by a massive earthquake.

You are all heroes and heroes to be. So as you witness a building catch on fire you all headed to the same place. Now with a burning building filled with civilians and no fire fights nearby to help. It's up to you and the strange heroes next to you to save lives. Can our brave heroes stop the geese from getting roasted (metaphorically speaking)

Ooc: feel free to narrate how you got here.
Darkstorm
Ark is at school, in the middle of math class when a noise breaks.

This was... all still very new for him. In his former life he was student of mount Hua, a master of the cherry blossom arts. School was life. Learning was a blessing, and you had to fight to gain the right to improve yourself... Now students were... detached...

But he kind of understood... If in his former life he learned about the misteries of the universe, of the cultivation energy and martial arts, combining soul, body and Ki in forging himself as a better warrior, a weapon thet could transcend the universe into immortality, here he was learning interpretations of logic, filled with bounderies and rules that expressed reality. If before he learned about how to break the mold, here he was learning on how to fit it. And math especially was... hard.

The noise woke him out of his reverie. The sirens and the evacuation order.

"Seems a building is burning central downtown" Amy, one of his coleagues says "Big explosion"

"Damn... My mom is downtown." says Garry.

   Aria is also there...    he thinks

Ark remains in the back and starts using the shadows to hide himself, before jumping into a shadow of a building. The world freezes and becomes dark. All dark. Shadows envelop him. Almost as drowning on it. And then he reemerges.
Downtown, near the fire. Maybe he could help. He was almost at the lower expert level. Almost broken through last night. But still... High intermediate was enough... especially with these new shadowmancer powers in the mix.
Batcathat
Being the Chosen Prophet was all well and good, but Bobby really wished Apotophlex had been clearer about what he was supposed to do. So far he had mostly walked from town to town, fixing whatever mechanical problems he encountered. It was pleasant enough and sometimes there was pie, but he had an itching feeling that he was supposed to do more.

He had arrived to Central City the day before last and despite the city having more machines than all the towns had had visited combined, it seemed most people were unwilling to accept the help from a a wandering mechanic, chosen by a god or not.

Just as Bobby was pondering whether or not he should leave or perhaps attempt to modify a phone so that it reached whatever Machine Heaven the God from the Machines resided in, the earthquake struck. " Oh my ."

Suddenly he was surrounded by things that needed fixing and he suspected the people would no longer be quite so picky about who did the work. Looking around for the most urgent problem, he spotted a building on fire. While wasn't quite sure how to fix a fire, Bobby was sure he'd think of something. He always did.

Besides, he'd been wanting to fix up a firetruck ever since he was a kid.
Aleph Null
 "What a fine mess you've made here, Tellus." 

Astral doesn't normally refer to Earth by her Latin name. He only does that when he's cross with her. For someone with such a complex relationship with her, though, he understands when she isn't really all that interested in listening to him scold her.

Wings spread and hovering as he assesses the damage to the city, the celestial has a ponderous look about him as always. He is probably not the first hero on the scene of the large fire — he wants to get a better picture first — but once he notices the slow response from the city's emergency responders, he heads down to lend a hand.
BelGareth
Titus Petram sat in his downtown penthouse as he sipped some hot caffe while listening to the news and reading the newspaper, eggs sat steaming in front of him uneaten. He had lost his appetite recently, and it made him sad, runny eggs on toast was one of his favorite foods, and if  that  wasn't inviting, he was worried he was headed for another depression, the last one took....a few years to get out of.

Maybe it was the stark loneliness of late? he didn't go out much any more, unless for work, and well...the bureau seemed to be using him less and less these days. And well, he didn't  like  to go out, because...well, he drew a lot of attention....

*BOOOOOOOM*

The windows shook with the reverberations of a loud explosion nearby in another building.

Interest piqued, with a furrowed brow of interest and concern, he put his newspaper down, and peered down from his floor to ceiling windows to see if he could locate the source. His search was not fruitless, and within a few seconds he saw another building, now on fire,  that must have been it , he thought, moving to the door so he could get to the roof and jump down.

Moments later, a loud *WHOOOMPF* as he lands near the building, destroying the pavement in a small crater as his bulk and weight came to an abrupt stop, he stood up and climbed out of the crater looking at the building on fire, and ran in.
Ameraaaaaa
As everyone arrives the building's heat can be felt on the skin of those with mortal forms.

You 4 can hear a woman crying "my babies!" In the tearful agony of a scared mother. She hurrys to the group "i was going grocery shopping when the earthquake hit! I had to run back and check on my children! Please you have to save them!" She cried in emotional heartache.
Darkstorm
The feeling of burning envelops Ark. His body reacts as a normal person. it shies away.

But this feeling is known. Last life, when he transcended, he trained in a volcano learning the breath of fire. Truning the Plum Blossons into fire blossons. Reforging his soul. Fire Qi was invaluable to burn impurities of the body.

So he breaths in and starts circulating the fire Qi, trying to absorve the heat and the flames into his body, and stymmie the fire into oblivion, and into Qi.

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 

Let's use the cultivator cliché to try to stop the fire (or at least stymmie).
 (4d6)[ 16 ] 
 
Aleph Null
Altair Lewis was orphaned early into his adulthood, so he had known the pain of losing a parent. Aerilas Zephyrian, who had vicariously witnessed countless atrocities, had long been familiar with loss as well. The combined memories of the gestalt Astral thus bring distinctive and intense awareness of a very human — but not unique to humanity — defining aspect of tragedy: that there is perhaps no singular tragedy more severe than the destruction of lives of children.
Farsighted though he may be, Altair Aerilas is driven by compassion. Indeed, the intense desire to alleviate not only one's own suffering, but that of everyone, is said to manifest a deep indigo radiance within the light-rays of the heart, nestled snugly between the blue of hope and the violet of love, and in line directly with the strongest luminous frequency band in the stellar spectrum that gave Aerilas Zephyrian his name.
In a swift motion, and with a loud rushing sound — like a strong gust of wind in the open midsummer night sky above open grassland — Astral enters the burning building from above, without a word but with clear intent.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: 

Not sure if we're actually supposed to roll anything yet, but I want to find the children first and then any other survivors trapped inside the building and bring them out anime-hero-style.
 
Ameraaaaaa
 
 Originally Posted by Darkstorm 
 The feeling of burning envelops Ark. His body reacts as a normal person. it shies away.

But this feeling is known. Last life, when he transcended, he trained in a volcano learning the breath of fire. Truning the Plum Blossons into fire blossons. Reforging his soul. Fire Qi was invaluable to burn impurities of the body.

So he breaths in and starts circulating the fire Qi, trying to absorve the heat and the flames into his body, and stymmie the fire into oblivion, and into Qi.

 
 Spoiler: Rolls 

Let's use the cultivator cliché to try to stop the fire (or at least stymmie).
[roll0]
 
 
 

 
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I think that's a good enough roll for a success
 


As ark magus uses his cultivation abilities the fire starts depleting until it disappears. However the people will probably still need to be carryed out due to passing out earlier from the fire.


 
 Originally Posted by Aleph Null 
 Altair Lewis was orphaned early into his adulthood, so he had known the pain of losing a parent. Aerilas Zephyrian, who had vicariously witnessed countless atrocities, had long been familiar with loss as well. The combined memories of the gestalt Astral thus bring distinctive and intense awareness of a very human — but not unique to humanity — defining aspect of tragedy: that there is perhaps no singular tragedy more severe than the destruction of lives of children.
Farsighted though he may be, Altair Aerilas is driven by compassion. Indeed, the intense desire to alleviate not only one's own suffering, but that of everyone, is said to manifest a deep indigo radiance within the light-rays of the heart, nestled snugly between the blue of hope and the violet of love, and in line directly with the strongest luminous frequency band in the stellar spectrum that gave Aerilas Zephyrian his name.
In a swift motion, and with a loud rushing sound — like a strong gust of wind in the open midsummer night sky above open grassland — Astral enters the burning building from above, without a word but with clear intent.

 
 Spoiler: OOC: 

Not sure if we're actually supposed to roll anything yet, but I want to find the children first and then any other survivors trapped inside the building and bring them out anime-hero-style.
 
 
 

 
 Spoiler: ooc 

Rolls depend on the cliche and the situation. In this case i think your character is fast enough for the rescue.
 


As the fusion between man and sun tries to rescue the people you find 4 kids 20 adults and one elderly man.

As the are exited from the building thanks to brave heroism the old man doesn't seem to be responding. And the brick building seems to be about to collapse

 
 Spoiler: bobby  
 your machine senses tell you that the old man has a pace maker the is malfunctioning.
 

 
 Spoiler: ooc 

Now time for the other 2 to shine. Wait for cathat and bel to post before responding again
 
Batcathat
Bobby raised an eyebrow as the fire subsided and some quite unusual fellows seemed to be helping the people. As he rubbed his chin, thinking about where he might be able to pitch in, Bobby suddenly heard something that to him sounded not unlike a dying human crying out in pain – but was in actuality something closer to ones and zeroes – from the chest of an older gentleman.

" Pardon me, I need to have a talk with this man's pacemaker ", Bobby said as he walked over to the evacuated people. Kneeling in front of the man, Bobby whispered in the Voice of the Machines: "  Now, now, why don't you calm down a little a tell me what's the trouble?  "

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 Machine Whisperer:   (4d6)[ 1 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 1 ](9) 

The idea is for Bobby to at least slow down the pacemaker's malfunction and diagnose what the problem is, whether or not he can outright fix it at the moment.
 
Ameraaaaaa
 
 Originally Posted by Batcathat 
 Bobby raised an eyebrow as the fire subsided and some quite unusual fellows seemed to be helping the people. As he rubbed his chin, thinking about where he might be able to pitch in, Bobby suddenly heard something that to him sounded not unlike a dying human crying out in pain – but was in actuality something closer to ones and zeroes – from the chest of an older gentleman.

" Pardon me, I need to have a talk with this man's pacemaker ", Bobby said as he walked over to the evacuated people. Kneeling in front of the man, Bobby whispered in the Voice of the Machines: "  Now, now, why don't you calm down a little a tell me what's the trouble?  "

 
 Spoiler: OOC 
 Machine Whisperer:  [roll0]

The idea is for Bobby to at least slow down the pacemaker's malfunction and diagnose what the problem is, whether or not he can outright fix it at the moment.
 
 
 

The machine cries out to bobby "oh i was so overworked back there. The man started running very fast that i could not keep up. I should be able to get back to work now that i took a break. Thanks for calming me down."

Ooc: sorry if I'm going too fast I'm new to gming on play by post. Feel free to give me advice.
Ameraaaaaa
The stone man uses his stone powers to prevent the building from falling. He then dissappears from the scene only saying "i gotta go"

The people thank the heroes profusely. Whether this is is your 1st taste of heroism or just the latest you are now standing next to each other. Perhaps curiosity of each other leads to conversation, or you head forth to save more people right away.

 
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decided to give you some room to converse. Make sure to tell me when the conversation is finished so i can move to the next scenario Of course you can just continue right away if you guys wish.
 
Aleph Null
 "Close your eyes for a moment, please,"  Astral advises each of the trapped people he finds. Afterwards, he pokes at space a bit, coaxing open a tunnel in the fabric of the continuum leading to a place outside the building near where the lady is standing. Then, a bit like a blanket, he pulls the fabric over the survivor such that they pass through the portal (or more accurately, it passes over them), resulting in what would appear to an onlooker as them appearing suddenly out of thin air without any fanfare or even so much as a sound.

This "Quantum Tunnel Expansion" method of teleportation is rather crude, but it works on anyone, material or energy-being, contrasting with the limitations of spatiotemporal phase shifting. It also is sufficiently accurate within close range to justify its use over more expensive, precise techniques such as reconstructive transmission, and crucially less unpleasant or jarring than that sort of method as well. It helps that fire is an oxidative reaction which releases lots of electrons, since those are key for the technique to work — Earth's atmosphere is full of argon and bivalent nitrogen, both of which are rather averse to parting with electrons for long enough to exploit them for the expansion, meaning it takes more energy under such circumstances. Therefore, it's largely a disaster rescue technique.

Once he's satisfied that everyone has been accounted for, Astral takes stock of the situation again.
 "You could've asked me for a backscratching rather than attempting to shrug the itch off, you know, Tellus...this was quite unnecessary. Solara will be quite peeved at you when I tell her of this...heh. Why do I bother? You're not listening, are you?" 
Talking to the planet is more an act of venting than anything else, since she hasn't the means to interpret his messages in the way a star could, nor has she ears like a human does. He knows, in her own way, Gaia Terra feels sorry for her uncontrollable bursts that harm people, but he also knows that she can't really do anything to change it any more than a human could stop themselves from ever having to use the restroom or from shedding dandruff onto a pillow.
The celestial looks around at the others who have been helping out, a somewhat inquisitive tilt present with his head to indicate a curiosity about the others.
Batcathat
With the pacemaker back on duty, Bobby stood back up and scratched his head in thought. Although a little melodramatic for his tastes, an earthquake did seem like a proper old school – or perhaps old Testament – sign from a god, so presumably it meant Apotophlex wanted him to do  something .

Looking around at the people gathered, victims and heroes alike, Bobby cleared his throat. " I don't suppose any of you fellas know an earthquake might mean? "
Darkstorm
  "No"   Ark answers, before catching that his voice sounded young and made it gruff, using a lower tone.

  "I am also curious how an earthquake can be localized and create a fire. This seems a bit restrited for my taste."   Looking around at the victims he asks   "What happened? Anyone saw anything suspicious?"  

As he asks he looks around for the blue mist of death. Dead could be called back, and souls had powe in them...
Aleph Null
 "Well, have you ever had an uncontrollable twitch of the eyelid, or felt your skin crawl randomly? I'd say that's the best way of describing it, at least from the planet's perspective. It's not necessarily an omen, or any real indicator of anything to come — it's simply a result of the normal movement of the planet's parts, which occasionally butt heads more than human cities tend to find comfortable,"  Altair explains rather bluntly.
He's come close enough to the ground to be in conversational distance, and the spots of light that peep through his EM-capture-field veil (which is essential to those around him as well as being a massive efficiency increase for himself, as it returns to him the energy he would otherwise lose as radiation) sort of resemble stars in their own right against the night-sky backdrop of the darkness of the veil. Looking closer at the wings he has manifest, which are also cloaked in this veil, they're likely an aid to his flight rather than a method of propulsion. His speech is emanating from what seems to be a device located somewhere in the harness-like structure of his cloak-suit-thing, so it's reasonable to assume that's some form of interpretive translator for his thoughts.
 "I doubt you all are satisfied with that explanation, though, especially with all the hurt this sort of thing can cause. But suffice to say that Mother Earth is also dreadfully remorseful and wishes she could stop doing this sort of thing. She's immensely proud of the civilization that calls her home, you know — the vast majority of planets don't have even a single microbe to their names. 
He does a bit of a sideways look as though he's forgotten something, then lightbulbs as he turns back to face the others.
 "Altair Zephyrian Aerilas. I'm also known by my callsign, Astral, or by the designation Sierra-Charlie-Victor 79461 Alfa-Tango-XRay 97."  By the way he pronounces the number 9 as "niner" and the number 4 to rhyme with "lower" he sounds like he's reading the registration of an airplane or something — perhaps he'd been a pilot at some point?
Batcathat
" I'm Bobby ", said Bobby, stretching out his hand. " Bobby Wright. I'm a mechanic and Chosen Prophet of the God from the Machines. Pleased to meet you. "

He was indeed not particularly satisfied by the explanation but that could wait. " So... I figure others might be needing some help. Maybe we should look around? "
Aleph Null
Astral hesitates for a moment, then shakes Bobby's hand. The glove is warm, but not particularly hot, and though it's flexible enough, it feels like it's stronger than metal if pressed; the engineer would likely be able to tell that it's not made of any material that can be found on Earth.
 "Likewise." 
He turns to face everyone in general.
 "I do think it would be prudent to ensure the safety of as many people as possible. Perhaps we can search nearby buildings in order,"  Altair posits.