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I'll take anything for The Blur, I'm just looking to get into some threads before I fade again into the abyss.

Sounds pretty cool, evil opposites are fun. The Blur can have someone to race!

...well, why not.

ZOOOOOOM by Thevshi Pretty massive edit, since reappearing from the abyss I've found a few problems in this build I'd like to patch up. Let's get started... Stats Dropping Strength and Constitution from 18 each to 14 and 12, respectively. Removing Enhanced Dexterity, but buying normal Dexterity up to 14. Combat Attack Bonus is the same, but 4 of the +6 bonus is now an Enhanced Trait Defence Bonus has gone from +6 to +7, though this time 5 of that bonus is Enhanced Trait Saves Fortitude is 3 higher, though due to lowered Constitution the bonus is still +7 Reflex has been increased to +15 despite the loss of Dexterity, though 8 of this bonus is Enhanced Trait. Skills One extra PP Spent +3 Acrobatics +1 Sense Motive Feats Added Accurate Attack Dodge Focus is now 8 (from 6), though all 8 ranks are Enhanced Trait. Removed Fast/Improved Overrun Improved Initiative is 4 (from 2), though all 4 Ranks are now Enhanced Trait. Removed Luck Added Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Craft Electronic, Craft Mechanical, Disable Device) Added Uncanny Dodge Powers Various Enhanced Traits have been removed/added, all mentioned in the relevant sections above. Regeneration and Leaping are both gone. Speed and Quickness are now both Rank 7, from 13 and 10 respectively. 'Super-Fast Attack' array renamed to 'Super-Speed.' Super-Speed Array completely changed (old powers - three variations of Strike. New powers - Strike, Blast, Insubstantial, Healing. See stat block for elaboration)

"Nah, I don't think I've been to this one before...Nice place, but a bit slow for me," Marko said, noticing with a slight frown that he was losing Lindsey's attention. "But I guess I can't complain, as long as the drinks are flying, it's all good." He slowly tapped his pocket, making sure that his wallet still felt fat. Well, at least, not-malnourished. The girl would probably like it if he bought her a drink, he realised, but that was a financial sacrifice that he wouldn't survive making.

Erm, is this dead, then? It's been a few weeks.

Well, um, I think it's been a week now. Ready to continue, supercape?

One of Marko's greatest powers was that he could do anything, even think, at amazing speeds. This meant that he was pretty great in a conversation, since he could always form an answer to a question before he'd even started to speak. For reasons he didn't quite understand, this power never seemed to function around reasonably attractive women. "Uh, I'm basically always drinking," he said. The words were coming out of his mouth at the same time they arrived in his brain, and there was no time to proofread. "Except when I'm at work. Engineer. I'm an engineer, you know, I build lots of cool stuff." He consumed a sizeable portion of the beer in front of him, feeling his charisma amplify itself even as it was crippled further. "So what's your name?" He weakly continued. "I'm The B--uh, Marko. Yeah, people call me The Marko. Silly in-joke, heheh." He returned to his drink again, making a tactical retreat as he realised how terribly he was performing.

Oh oops, I made a post before seeing that. I'll keep it saved, for when Sand's week is up. Are we talking a week from now, or a week from the last post (which is almost over already)?

Edit Out (for now).

Well, um, looks like I'll be doing this thread myself. If Sand hasn't posted tomorrow, I'll do it. No worries btw, solo is fine!

Even at the club, with a beer in his hand and a handful of women to mingle with, Marko could not quite escape the rest of his week. His pockets were filled completely with things he wished didn't have to be there; his Blur suit, of course. His notepad, full of ideas for things like improvements to the suit, or concepts for his upcoming HIT project. There was his wallet, too, constantly there to remind him that he was definitely the poorest schmuck in the room. As the night grew older, all of that would sink away. But for now it was very much present, annoying him in his weekly attempt to enjoy himself. "Another beer," he muttered to the passing bartender, pushing his glass away and absently withdrawing his wallet again. Marko sighed as he saw the diminishing number of bills within before sliding it back into the denim pocket. With his hand in the pocket, he briefly considered withdrawing his notepad and pen. He needed to have another look at his notes on Microscopic Power Sources...but not right now. Now was supposed to be club night. A newly-full glass slid into the space in front of him and he picked it up, analysing the nearby dance floor as he did so.

Wazzah.

The Blur >Its Alive!

"Pretty fast, yeah, I get that a lot," The Blur said, returning Life Knight's smile. He moved to accept the man's handshake before realising that his own hand was red and swollen, marked with drops of the green goo. "Oh." He awkwardly stuck out his clean left hand and used it to shake the knight's right. "I'm The Blur, by the way. Tell all your friends about me, I'm trying to get some...street cred, I guess." His eyes were drawn to the struggling cop on the road, lying still in pain. "I don't suppose you can help him somehow?" He asked Life Knight. "I was gonna run him to the hospital real quick, but I don't think vigorous motion will be that great for him. Or if they have anything appropriate for his condition. Waste of energy anyway; we need to get underground and take this out at the source, and there'll be more of those things down there for sure." Mentioning the affliction of the goo made him look at his own soaked hand. It burned, and he suspected that with a bit less luck he could've found himself just like the man on the road. Looking down he realised that his boot was ruined too, torn and filled with holes where the cruel substance had fought through it. Great.

No worries, I can wait.

This sounds pretty cool. I'll join in, if you like.

Alright, my bad, I'll be more specific in future. Second Fort Save: 1d20 + 7 = 20

Wait, don't I hit both sewer men? I'm using Selective Burst, which I think I specified in my IC post when I wrote an attack for each of them.

Hey, good idea with the sig. As for my fort save: 1d20 + 7 = 23

Attack Roll 1d20 + 12 = 25

A new voice took the Blur's attention for a moment. A dark man had commented on the lacking charisma of the mutated workers, standing out from the fearful crowd. The Blur didn't take much notice of the who's who nowadays, but this man looked a little familiar; he was probably someone important. Either way, the guy definitely wasn't a foe, and he could be a friend. Sweet. He looked back to the sewer monsters and came to an understanding that, not surprisingly, he was faster than them. They were in no rush to attack, whereas he was very keen to stomp some swamp freaks. In a moment he was gone, dashing towards the closest of the two sewer workers. Whatever that green stuff was, it wasn't good for you - another glance at the cop on the ground confirmed that. But he was in this business to get his hands dirty, and thus this was a risk to take. His fist rocked out and he attempted to land a punch on what looked like the chest of the worker. With his attempt made he didn't stop moving, going past the thing and then turning back to put himself on a route towards the second. "Haa!" Jumping into the air, Marko stuck his foot out towards the second sewer mutant's head. A good bonk to the head might not do the creature in straight away, but it would be a start. He completed his circle route, ending up exactly where he started. The Blur briefly considered another retort, but realised he might as well talk to himself. The man nearby had spoken well; these things didn't care for talk.

Initiative: 17 + 13 = 30

The Blur didn't have time for church, and you'd be joking to suggest he could afford a big Sunday lunch. Or rest. Or relaxation. His Sunday ritual was rather a patrol; dashing about the city in random patterns he would search for something to catch his eye. As usual, that did not take long. An unnatural flash of green registered in Marko's eyes as he dashed down a street he was less familiar with. Slowing down over the course of a few seconds until he came to a halt just a block away, he turned back to view whatever he had seen. Sewer monsters. Men covered in green goo, fresh from the city's underbelly. "Cool. Like in the comics," He said to himself. Less cool, the speedster soon realised, were the injured cop lying near the two freaks and the wave of civilians in their way. Those things wouldn't discriminate between law enforcement and citizen, he knew. They would plough right through all those innocent people if they didn't have something else to distract them. Well, The Blur was pretty distracting. Whoosh "Hey, suckers!" Marko yelled, having zipped between the sewer monsters and their potential victims in a few milliseconds. "The next person to get hit is going to be me, or one of you two. Nobody else, got that?" He raised his arms in sign of preparation for a brawl.

Yeah The Blur just runs around at some ridiculous speed until something interesting happens. He could totally get himself wrapped up in the same event that Life Knight stumbles upon.