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  1. There's a quick GM post about the Tattered Man's postcognitive vision. No reason to screw myself out of an IC GM post.
  2. GM When the Tattered Man closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with a series of vague, semi-coherent images, like a waking dream. He sat in the driver seat of the yellow Camaro, where he saw the flashing lights of a police cruiser in the rear-view mirror. He pulled over. The uniform worn by the police officer didn't look right, not like any uniform John Smith had ever worn. It looked more like a Halloween costume or something out of an old movie. He couldn't get a good look at the officer's face. The brim of his cap cast a shadow the streetlights couldn't pierce. John heard the driver offer a bribe. "Is there a fine? Can we just take care of it right now?" He heard the cop's reply, detached but oddly upbeat. "Step out of the car, please." He heard the driver threaten the cop. "Do you know who I work for?" He saw the cop handcuff the driver. The passenger muttered an obscenity, then reached into his jacket for the 9MM semiautomatic pistol John somehow knew was in there. In the blink of an eye, the cop drew a massive revolver - magnum, it must be - and put a bullet between the passenger's eyes before the 9MM cleared its holster. Then John saw the cop go to work on the driver with his baton. The passenger died instantly, but with the driver, the cop made it last. The driver died, eventually, but first, he suffered. He pleaded with the cop, and the cop talked, but the cop didn't really reply to anything the man was saying. He talked past the man, rather than to him. The cop never raised his voice. He never even used profane language. He seemed almost cheerful as he beat the man to death. The last thing either the driver or the passenger of the Camaro saw before he died was the blurry image of an inhumanly pale white face. John couldn't tell whether the white man was the cop, or a second person. He couldn't make out any facial features, except for a big smile. Too big to be human. Almost too big to fit on his face...
  3. John gets a series of vague, dreamlike images. The men in the car were pulled over by a cop. His uniform didn't look right, not like any uniform John had ever seen when he was a cop. It might've been a cop costume from Halloween or an old movie, or it might've been a real uniform, but anachronistically old. The brim of the cop's hat casts a shadow over his face that obscures it throughout the vision. The driver tried to bribe the cop, then threatened him. When the cop cuffed him, the man in the passenger seat went for the pistol in his jacket. The cop drew a magnum revolver and put a bullet between the passenger's eyes before the passenger could even pull his own gun free from its holster. Then the cop went to work on the driver, beating him with a baton. He didn't make it quick. He made it last. He never raised his voice. He never even used profane language. The man pleaded, and the cop spoke, but it didn't seem like anything the cop said was actually a reply to the man he was beating. The last thing either man saw before he died was an inhumanly pale white face. The image is blurry. It's not even clear whether the white man is the cop, or a second person. It doesn't seem like they could make out any facial features, other than the big smile. Too big to be human. Almost too big to fit on his face.
  4. GM When Arrowhawk kicked the man in white, it felt like kicking a stone statue. There didn't seem to be any give to his abdominal muscles, and the kick definitely didn't seem to throw him off-balance. Her words, however, momentarily stunned him. He stopped flailing at her, and opened his mouth to speak, but she didn't have time to consider his reaction before the bow-strike combination she'd spun her body into connected. Her palm didn't just shove the side of her bow against his face. She shoved the enchanted wood into his face, carving a gash diagonally across his skull, several centimeters deep. She had to pry her bow free, and when she did, he collapsed onto the pavement. His mask couldn't hide the fact that there was now a concave pit filled with shards of bone, teeth, and cartilage where his face used to be. He didn't move or make a sound, and he didn't bleed.
  5. He gets a 10 on his Toughness save. That's a fail by 13, so he's Injured, Dazed, and Disabled (no Con means all damage is lethal). I think we can step out of combat rounds now. The damage isn't from one of his weaknesses, so assuming someone doesn't keep hitting him, he'll be back up after a round of rest and a recovery check.
  6. Mister Strix Please spend 1PP to add a new base power for the "Vampiric Power" array: Base Power: [17PP] Drain Constitution 8 (Extras: Linked [Nauseate], Flaws: Limited [Can only drain 1 rank per round], Requires Grapple, Feats: Insidious, Slow Fade 4 [1 hour], Subtle) [9PP] (Blood Drain) Nauseate 8 (Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Linked [Drain], Flaws: Requires Grapple) [8PP] (Euphoria) (That "Limited" flaw was ripped directly from the vampire templates in the 3E Supernatural Handbook.) That will change number of Alternate Powers and the point total of the "Vampiric Power" array like so: Vampiric Power 9 (18PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 6, Drawbacks: Power Loss [Sunlight]) [23PP] (Blood, Darkness/Shadow, Magic, Undead) Then please change the former base power (the Mind Reading + Nauseate + Postcog) to an alternate power, and retool it like so: Alternate Power: [16PP] Mind Reading 8 (Extras: Action [Standard], Linked [Nauseate], Flaws: Duration [Instant, Lasting], Range 2 [Touch], Requires Grapple, Feats: Insidious, Subtle) [4PP] (Blood Divination) Nauseate 8 (Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Linked [Mind Reading], Flaws: Requires Grapple) [8PP] (Euphoria) Super-Senses 4 (Postcognition, Extras: Simultaneous, Flaws: Source [Blood]) [4PP] (Blood Divination)
  7. Strix switches to the AP slot with the Autofire on his Strength. He's All-Out Attacking for 2/2. Attack roll (DC20): 23. That's +1 damage from Autofire. DC24 Toughness save from Arrowhawk, then it's her turn. You can go ahead and make an IC post for her immediately, since my last one works for Strix's combat action (just not its result). Strix has -2 Defense (DC16) until his next action.
  8. The man in white glared into Thorne's eyes. "These filth don't get to murder children in my city. I'm seeing this through to the end." He turned back to the girl. "But I don't have any safe places where you could hide out. If they do, I'll help you get there. Otherwise, you'll have to come with us." Then he addressed Thorne and Judex. "Once she's safe, I'm stopping by that flop-house in Hardwick Park. I'm going to squeeze the middle-man to see what leaks out. And then I'm going to that warehouse, to inform the occupants that they are no longer welcome in my city."
  9. As the man in white spoke, his mouth suddenly seemed to double in size, while the rest of his head remained the same. There almost didn't seem to be enough room for it on his face. All four of his canine teeth elongated into fangs, and his eyes turned completely black. "I thought it would take longer for me to show up on their radar. I underestimated how well The Family knows their city. Hiring talent from out of town to set a trap for me, that was a smart move. Murdering two people, just to bait that trap, that wasn't smart at all. Even for the Bedlam Mob, that was low. Whatever they paid you, it was too much." The man in white roared exactly like a lion or a tiger as he lunged at Arrowhawk. He moved so fast he was a blur. His fists seemed to be in two or three places at once as they swung at her.
  10. GM The man in white didn't move a muscle as Arrowhawk loosed the shaft at his leg. Her arrow hit the man's kneecap with a loud *THUNK* and then bounced backward, flipping halfway over itself in the air before clattering onto the pavement a few feet away. At first, it seemed as though he might be wearing some kind of armor. The arrow hadn't drawn a single drop of blood. But it had torn the fabric over his knee, revealing that there was nothing between it and the man's unnaturally pale flesh. The arrow had broken his skin, but the that skin mended itself so quickly that the observers thought they might have imagined seeing it cut at all. The arrowhead was deformed, crushed like an empty aluminium can. It looked as though it had been fired at a brick wall.
  11. The sad part is, without that crit, she wouldn't have cracked his Imperviousness. Toughness save (DC24): 27. Hey, it's all good.
  12. Ecal, as far as I'm concerned, Arrowhawk had a Ready action to put an arrow into Mister Strix, so anytime you want to take that action, feel free.
  13. The man in white flinched when he heard the archer's voice behind him and the pull of her bowstring. When the man in the trenchcoat followed up with a greeting, the man in white gritted his teeth and cringed. I'm relying too much on the hypnotism. Most people's minds are weak. But too many of them aren't. I'm already getting complacent. Sloppy. While the man in white still had his back turned to the other two vigilantes, a noise echoed from his throat that sounded exactly like the growl of a tiger, the type of noise a human shouldn't be able to make. He slowly turned around to face Arrowhawk. His skin was so pale, she had to concentrate to see the seams where the mask ended and his face began. It didn't look like he moved from the spot where he stood, but it was difficult to tell with the massive white cape flowing around him. His voice had the same deep echo as the growl. "It doesn't look like these men were killed with arrows. That buys you three seconds to point the bow somewhere else."