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Bloody Mess Nerds! They are a bunch of nerds! Even a man of such limited cognitive prowess as the Mess could spot a nerd. He recalled shameful mockery of the nerds of his school - an attempt to prop us his ego as an academic failure and all round idiot. And a short one, at that. He wasn't the worst of bullies, but he couldn't confidently walk away from that tag. The shame brought a flush of super charged blood to his face. No! He was the Bloody Mess now, here to protect! "Halt, evil-doers!" he shouted out, his voice projected by his enormous barrel chest. He slammed lefty (his left fist) and righty (his right fist) together to emphasise he was a hero and a tough one. Sure there were four of them, but hopefully he had the back up of the other heroes whose names he couldn't quite remember. That was life as Bloody Mess - there were a lot of things he couldn't quite remember. "Come quietly or there will be trouble!" he added, trying another stolen phrase.

Pretty sure Vueriz beats Mizuki out in speed, since Swim is slower than Speed or Flight, but I think doing a roll off between each of them sounds good. Who knows, Mizuki and Vueriz could both biff their rolls and Michael could emerge victorious.

Blue Bolt Vueriz grinned as Michael accepted her challenge, and came up with a way to include Mizuki. She gave the other girl a thumbs up about giving her a lift to the start point as she considered Michael's comment about not embarrassing him. She was pretty sure when he was pushing himself in that way that made him glow brightly he could keep up, but given it was meant to be for fun and relaxing that obviously wasn't an option, so she had to have a handicap. "For me how about I have to do stunts, like with the skateboards I've seen some people riding. I have to do... let's say three stunts, you both rate them out of ten, every point below ten is added to my time. Sound good?"

GM In a long street between a pair of warehouses the four villains were moving quickly towards the more open train yard. Steel Shade was leading the way, snapping off shots with his railpistol through small gaps in the warehouses. The titan Anarchilles was taking up the rear several scratches present on his armour, while the last two members of the team, a short woman in a magician outfit and domino mask and a thin woman with platinum blonde hair in a white body suit were taking shelter between their two larger teammates. Suddenly a small green creature burst from a hole in the side of a warehouse ahead of the four, throwing a small stone blade at Steel Shade, which bounced away with a small flare of his shield generator before it dove down a drain. The heroes had arrived in the train yard that the villains were running for, Blackstaff having run around the corner as Bloody Mess and Shooting Star arrived from the skies. Disturbed insects burst from hiding places, buzzing and crawling away. All three could hear the villains yelling to each other over the gunfire. Anarchilles sounded excited and slightly manic. "I'm telling you, they're Goblins. Like from-" "We get it, but unless you've got some facts that'll help us beat them it's not much us use." The second speaker was Steel Shade, the leader of the group. "Uh, they're not generally weak to anything in particular. They're normally low tier creatures for early level characters to-" "Aww well that's just great! We're being punked by the jobbers of fantasy land. Remind me that if we're ever sent to the world of Basements and Basilisks to just give up and be a farmer." The woman in the magician's outfit piped up. The group had yet to reach the end of the alleyway and see the heroes, giving the three time to prepare.

Magnitude Power Level: 12 (180/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 . Trade-Offs: Attack/Damage Varies, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness In Brief: Failed Marine turned Disqualified boxer turned Superhero Catchphrase: "Lets Rumble" Theme: Get Them Alternate Identity: Jared Mason (Public) Birthplace: West Virginia, Morgantown Residence: Freedom City Base of Operations: Downtown Occupation: Fry Cook Affiliations: Family: Description: Age: 35 (DoB: 1989, May 4th) Apparent Age: N/A Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5'8" Weight: 380lbs Eyes: Grey Hair: Short, Black, Side parting Jared Mason dressed smartly, wearing well fitted clothes, he keeps himself clean shaven and strives to be well groomed and charming, his usual attire outside of work is a shirt, slacks and black leather loafers he is never seen without both his sturdy suspenders and thick leather belt History: Born and raised in south Virginia Jared had a relatively normal childhood, born with a "birth defect" that left his brain surrounded by an extra thick layer of cranial fluid that hindered its development, it was only once he reached puberty and the dormant half of his mutation kicked in that things began to turn sour, the sudden increase in bodyweight that he could never seem to shift ensured he spent his high school years the subject of much bullying and ridicule to the point after securing his diploma (Having to redo his final year) he immediately attempted to join the marine corps, and though he performed admirably in training and the best efforts of his drill sergeant, his bodyweight rendered him unfit for duty and he was privately dismissed. the next few years were a spiral of depression and deep personal shame, moving away from his home to freedom city, outwardly stating his intent to join the amatuer boxing league and quietly hoping he might get caught in the crossfire of some metahuman conflict that would free him of the limitations he faced in life, only to discover the routine evaluation at freedom city hospital that his bodyfat was infact an evolutionary countermeasure to the recoil of his primary power, the ability to generate and control vibrations, though this immediately disqualified him from partaking in any professional sports but it has somewhat given him a new lease on life and reinvigorated him somewhat. Personality & Motivation: Jared does his best to be as likable and charismatic as possible; with his strong sense of justice and personal dislike of bullies he possesses a naturally heroic bent Powers & Tactics: Powerful and inexperienced Jared opts to take what he believes to be the safest approach, though his can lead to him hesitating and being indecisive, he protests that such is preferable to him accidentally liquifying someone he favors amplifying his heartbeat to generate a damaging aura to enhance his blows and discourage attackers from striking him, he is most reluctant to utilize his resonance blast on living things as it can inflict horrendous internal damage if not carefully Controlled, something that is difficult to do in the heat of battle. Power Descriptions: the effects of jareds powers are powerful ripples or concentric rings of transparent force, though they can run a spectrum of other colours at higher frequencies and greater intensity Complications: Too Fat to Fly: Jared's' bodyweight is a source of great frustration and shame, using his powers to help people has alleviated some of these feelings but there are reminders everywhere of what it has cost him, this can lead to sudden bouts of explosive fury and deep sadness that can affect his ability to think clearly and act decisively in critical moments, even more so when he is mocked and insulted Square brain: The surplus of extra gelid cranial fluid that protects his brain from the recoil of his powers has negatively affected its development and as such Jared suffers from the following conditions; Epilepsy, Dyslexia, Dyscalculia, Dyspraxia and Synesthesia that render day to day life more difficult Fat Fingered: Actually a result of his primary mutation, the constant vibrational emissions of his body can quickly damage and destroy uninsulated devices if he doesn't maintain concentration, exact frequencies are not an easy thing and more intense and purposeful uses of his powers can have unintended consequences Abilities: 10 + 0 + 10 - 2 + 4 + 0 = 22PP Strength: 20 (+5) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 8 (-1) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 14 + 6 = 20PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +7 Melee, +7 Ranged Defense: +7 (+3 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +12 (+7 Melee attack +5 Strength) Knockback: -8 Saving Throws: 5 + 10 + 8 = 23PP Toughness: +5/+17 (+5 Con, +12 (Forcefield)) Fortitude: +10 (+5 Con, +5) Reflex: +10 (+0 Dex, +10) Will: +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 40 ranks = 10pp Drive 4 (+4) Handle Animal 8 (+8) Language (Native: English) Medicine 4 (+6) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Survival 8 (+10) Feats: 6pp All-Out Attack Dodge Focus 4 Power Attack Powers: 78 + 3 + 12 + 1 + 5 = 99pp All powers have the mutation origin descriptor and the vibration effect descriptor Array 36 ("Vibration control"; PFs: Alternate Power 6)[78pp] BE:Buzzing Body ((Energy Aura 12) (Array; DC 27; Extras: Aura (Continuous)) AE: Blastwave (Damage 17) (Array; DC 32; Extras: Cone Area (170-850 ft. cone - Targeted), Autofire (interval 2, max +5), Secondary Effect; PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2 (full power), Progression, Increase Area 2 (area x5)) AE: Boneshaker Bombardment (Blast 11) (Array; DC 26; Extras: Burst Area (55 ft. radius - Targeted), Autofire (interval 2, max +5), Penetrating, Secondary Effect; PFs: Accurate 3 (+6), Incurable, Progression, Increase Range 2 (max range x5, 5500 feet)) AE: Resonance Blast (Blast 17) (Default; DC 32, Feats: Improved Critical 2 (Resonance Blast (Blast 17)); Extras: Affects Objects, Alternate Save (Fortitude); PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2 (full power)) AE: Liquify ((Corrosion 13) (Extras: Secondary Effect; PFs: Accurate 2 (+4), Incurable)) AE: Vibro-telekinesis (Move Object 25) (Array; Strength: 125, Carry: 139.5k tons / 279.4k tons / 419.4k tons / 838.9k tons, DC 32; Extras: Damaging [17 ranks only]; PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2 (full power), Incurable, Precise, Subtle (subtle)) AE: Vibrokinetic Field (Move Object 17) (Array; Strength: 85, Carry: 544.8 tons / 1.1k tons / 1.6k tons / 3.3k tons, DC 32; Extras: Burst Area (85 ft. radius - Targeted), Damaging, Selective Attack; Flaws: Range (touch); PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2 (full power),Precise, Subtle (subtle)) Flight 3 ("Vibrokinetic Surfing" Speed: 50 mph, 500 ft./rnd; Flaw: Platform) [3pp] Force Field 12 (+12 Toughness) [12pp] Immunity 1 ("Excessive Insulation"; rare descriptor: Own Powers) [1pp] Super-Senses 5 (sonar, tremorsense) [5pp] DC Block Unarmed: Melee +7 DC20 Toughness (Staged) Resonance Blast: Ranged (170ft) +7 DC32 Fortitude (Affects objects) (Staged) Blastwave: Cone (170-850ft) +7 DC32 Toughness (Autofire) Boneshaker Bombardment: Ranged (55ft) +13 DC26 Toughness (Staged; Autofire) Buzzing Body: Melee +7 DC27/32 (on unarmed attack) Toughness save Liquify: melee +11 DC23 fort/DC28 toughness (Corrosion) Vibro-telekinesis: Ranged +7 DC32 toughness (staged) Vibrokinetic Field: Burst (targeted) 85ft +7 DC32 Toughness Totals: Abilities 22 + Skills 10 (40 ranks) + Feats 6 + Powers 99 + Combat 20 + Saves 23 + Drawbacks 0

The ghostly centaur bounced around the monorail's control room like, well, a super fast ghost. He phased through the conductor himself as he shot from panel to panel, flipping switches, pulling levels, hitting buttons. He only really had a vague idea of what he was doing, but the computer on his watch was beeping loudly and he followed what he thought it was asking, following it's chirps and beeps to pull, twist, and turn levers, hoping to stall it. "I'm here to help." Said the Galloping Ghost, who spoke in an unearthly wail that was still understandable thanks to the machine on it's slim wrist. "I'm figuring it out." then the ghost once more ran full speed over to the metal dashboard face and wailed disapprovingly. It sounded a lot like "waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahneeeeeeiiiiigh", except like, ghostly alien horse-like. The wrist-machine translated. "Who are you and why are you doing this?" the Galloping Ghost asked as it's eyestalks swiveled to try and keep a look on any possible issues.

Tech Results 1d20+5: 22 [1d20=17] !

Predator All signs of the soldier vanished from her sensors. The sound of the explosion barely audible, most of the sound ripped away by the wind. Predator hung off the nose and glanced ahead. Numbers flashed across her screens, range, elevation and speed flickering with every fraction of a second. The plane’s trajectory being recalculated with each change. “Warning. Impact imminent.” The digital voice was matter-of-fact. “Thank you, Cynthia.” Predator held on to the nose of the aircraft as she positioned herself. “Cynthia divert everything you can to the thrusters.” “Yes, ma’am.” She watches her screens for several long moments. Several warnings flickered across them. The numbers ticked down, finally hitting some range she had decided on and the Predator armor’s thrusters kicked on. Mechanical fingers dug into the fuselage of the nose, metal denting and straining under the force. Gauges climbed and digital needles spiked. New warning called for attention. “Thrusters at 132.58% optimal usage. Servo efficiency at 67.78%. Heat dissipation 63.99% safety standards. Exceeding safety limits. Shutdown in-“ “Disengage safety limits. Authorization: Joshua-0010-Zeta.” Predator grunted as servos strained. “Safety limit disengaged.” “Shut down all redundant and non-emergency systems. Divert all power to the power servos and thrusters. Ready emergency core ventilation as soon as we hit the ground.” Behind her helmet, Jean closed her eyes and readied herself for the impact. It was going to more than the suit’s shock absorption systems could handle, and she was going to feel this one. But, if she could set the plane with minimal harm to the occupants it would be worth it.

GM The Galloping Ghost was fast enough to head the next carriage off at the pass... But this was odd - something was borked with the whole system. Carriages shouldnt be travelling that close to one another. Somebody, or something, was going very wrong today. The Galloping GHost leapt up to the next carriage and through the walls into the drivers seat. The driver was screaming, and so were the breaks. A shrill, tinny sound that threated to burst eardrums. Sparks were flying off the monorail as malfunctioning brakes tried to squeeze onto the monorail and generate enough friction. They werent working - at least, they werent working well enough. Slowing the carriage down, maybe, but it was still destined for a crash. "Help!" screamed the driver. Out of the dashboard, a face appeared. Not a face of flesh. The metal of the dashboard warped, crumpled, and undulated until it formed a face. "Wheres the fun in that?" laughed the face. "Wheeeeeee! CRASH BANG WALLOP!"

That works fine I think you would probably need an untrained Knowledge (Tech) DC 15 activate the brakes. And there are other problems (as per IC) !

GM "Figure out what to do. That's...ah... yes... right. We should figure out what to do...." said Echohead, wiping the sweat from his brow. His super cool black costume literally kept him cool (thanks to its thermal reverse tremie pipes), but he wasn't sweating from heat. It was nerves, pure and simple. "Its a bit of a ... zombie mob... out there..." Echohead didnt like using the word zombie. But the z-word had reached escape velocity now, and there was no way he could reel it back in. "I think we are probably best barricading you all in here, safely. Then we can get to the source..." He crossed his fingers. Then uncrossed them, realising that he had done it plain view. He turned to predator. "Can we keep them safe? Hidden? Locked? Then we can snip of the head of the beast... whatever that is. That should work, right?" He crossed his fingers again. And once again, it was in plain view.

Multi-Girl Bernadette smirked at Charlie's comment about how she would be the one to complain if he got hit in the face. The redhead then focused back on Vic. "Sure, we can do two different matches, if that’s how you all want ta do things." Suddenly Bernadette’s duplicate had popped into existence next to her. "But o' course I can provide an opponent fer each o' you." The duplicate stated with a grin. The two redhead waited to see Charlie and Vic's reactions.

Rev "Wow, and you didn't invite me?" gasped Rev, metal hands on chest, mouth open in faux-offence. "That sounds like a fun ride. I'm sorry I missed out on it..." she said, with a sad shrug. She grabbed a spanner, and tapped her hand with the other end. A sly look came over her face. "Wait... who won? I presume it wasn't the trickster. But who won? C'mon, Kid! Surely you learned a few tricks from the Revster?" she said with a wink in her eye. She waved lazily over to her own vehicle - a dune buggy with enormous tyres. "Its still waiting for you to take her out, you know? As long as you promise to not obey the highway code!" She gave another wink. "Seriously. You both need your own super-vehicles! What would you call em? The Zipper? The Leviathan? How do they sound? Complete with turbo-encabulators and everything!"

Timeout Lawrence grinned slightly as Rev mentioned the possibility of having to case some supervillain through the streets of Freedom Cit in a car. "Oh, that has already happened Rev, in a manner of speaking. Back toward the end of first semester, we got a visit from an extra-dimensional trickster and ended up driving our way through a real Mario Kart style game." The blond teen then turned to his girlfriend as she asked him about possibly having access to some confiscated mini-sub. "I am not aware of my mom ever mentioning anything like that. But I could at least ask and see if there is something that some other heroes might have turned over to the League for safe keeping."

(GM Post) "We've got about 25 people holed up in here. We're...really not sure what's going on. We know what we need to not do." said the woman, clearly the charge nurse for the hospital from the fact she was still walking around carrying the primary phone. An older woman in her late 50s. "We're okay for now, we've got this floor barricaded, and most of those...well, they're zombies or something, I guess? They're almost all out of the hospital at this point. They started here, but they're spreading out." she said carefully. "I'm glad someone is here to help, or figure out what's going on. I'm really not sure myself, and it's way out of our league, I think." she was talking in concern but was still pretty confident and trying to be in control. "What do you need from us?" She asked. Somewhere in this hospital was the body of the original Dennis Deacon, something the pair needed to get close enough to calibrate their sensors, but they weren't sure where. This woman probably knew. But they were also in danger.

I suppose I'll transform into Galloping Ghost and attempt to get to the next carriage before it crashes, hopefully to pull the emergency brake or something. Relevant stats are Speed 8 and Quickness 5, plus Wall Walking, Water Running, and Permeate while moving.

"This is bad. Where's a Hero when you need one." he cursed as he continued working on keeping the injured in the world of the living. No one else seemed to be coming, at least right now, which meant he was on scene and no one else. So he grit his teeth, frowning as he did so. He called out to his partner. "I need to try and stop that new carriage from crashing! I know it's against regulations but it doesn't look like anyone else is going to be here on time!" he said in a clipped yell. The machine on his wrist beeped as he turned his attention to it. His fingers carefully typed in symbols he didn't understand, flipping through menus he couldn't read, until he got to the one he knew only by rote memorization instead of actual understanding. His fingers hit buttons he had mechanically come to repeat rather then enter via his actual knowledge. Five characters, none of them legible to him, but together they meant something. He hit the enter button and began to change. From a human to an alien. An extra pair of legs, four in total, horse-like with thick, powerful muscles instead of human legs. A thinner, more delicate looking upper body with an extra digit on each hand. Two eyes positioned not on the head but on stalks that swivel around. The entire creature had a pale grey and white color scheme, with a tinge of bright green. The clothing it was wearing was a mimicry and modification of the EMT uniform Dwyane was wearing before he transformed. The Galloping Ghost reared up on it's hindmost legs and dashed off, trying to use super speed to get up to the out of control monorail before it could crash! Maybe there was an emergency brake or something he could use!

Okay, while I wait for your post, will get some rolls done. Paradigm will hit the Hunter that attacked her, hitting with a 23, so DC 32 toughness save: 27, so bruised and dazed. Star-Khan will attack the last justicar: hitting, so DC 29 toughness save: 14, he is KO'd. The Boran Lt near Predator will move over to engage her, which is all it can do. The other will try to full power attack Paradigm, missing with a 20 @Spacefurry That will bring up Predator after Moon and I make IC posts.

@Avenger Assembled Sea Devil is up

GM The scene was carnage. Twisted, smoking metal. Engines on fire. Shattered bones and splattered blood. Even the vortex of chaos that surrounded the crashed carriage was enough for a serious incident - crashed cars and stunned onlookers. A fire hydrant had come off, spraying water into the air, yet not enough to quell the flames. Many were dying, and surely a few were dead. Dwayne did his best, patching up one, then another. Applying torniquets and inserting IV blood lines at a phenomenal rate. Even shocking one elderly lady back to life, due to her arrhythmic heart rate. Few would have been able to work so fast, so effectively, under pressure. This was battlefield medicine. But the show was not over. The Monorail had been twisted asunder, leaving a horrific gap in its circular loop. And... despite (surely) every alarm and safeguarding being fired, Dwayne could see another carriage approaching, threatening a repeat performance of the crash!

Stabilised the dying! And - HP for heroic medical actions DDD - 4 HP

"A what?" Carmen would respond, thinking that his mother was some sort of monster creature or something and that he had for a moment descended from one. Was her boyfriend in fact partially some sort of bug creature, waiting to devour her and her fellow students. That was foolish of course and quickly she threw such a thought out as he squeezed her hand softly. It didn't matter whom he was or what she was as Carmen saw him as her Michael, and he couldn't be more perfect in any other way for her as she attempted to push forward, closing her eyes and steeling her nerves for a kiss as she pushed herself up to meet him. He was taller than Carmen, pushing up on her tip toes to meet his lips. Then, without any warning trouble appeared as a tiny man appeared from out of Michaels backpack to interrupt the two of them, "¡Qué mierda!" she lets out as this breaks any sort of attempt she was trying to make, now rather annoyed. "What's the big deal?" she says, a bit of venom as she her catlike eyes narrowed down on this creature. It looked cartoonish in nature. Strangely proportioned and small. It wasn't natural and only meant for the two of them that they had walked right into more trouble.

O' creepy ;D

Bonus points if you get the reference.

It is not actual a dog creature, just called a Hound. It gets a 23 on its toughness save (vs the DC 28), so is bruised and dazed and knocked down.