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  1. Max chucked shaking his head. "Lady I breath fire. I don't need a utility belt. As far as making a deal, that you'll have to do with the police when they arrive. I do promise however if you give me all the information you have to put in a good word with the police on my behalf, appear in court as a witness to your cooperation, whatever it takes. Now this "buzz" thing Happy Man hits people with, since your a biochemist I assume you've figured out how it works right? Is it chemical? What's the delivery system? Is there a way to counteract the effects? That sorta thing."
  2. I love this idea myself! Don't have anyone to contribute to it, but I'll definitely be reading their adventures! Though I suppose in the future if you're looking for guest stars Spitfire has done more than his fair share of dimension hopping and Prince Ak'kar could lend aid to any space themed stuff y'all do since he has his own ship
  3. Max could understand that. For most of his life Max had been a travelling carnie, roaming the country in search of meaning and a fun time. There was a freedom to not knowing what the next day would bring, the road being your home. Journey over destination. He had tried to make Freedom City a home years back, it didn't take the first time but now he had reasons to stay. He had friends here who were more like family, and he felt more comfortable with himself and his place in the world, as a person and as a hero. He'd faced his demons but that didn't mean that the wanderlust didn't hit him occasionally and he had to fight off the urge to jump on his motorcycle and race the sun to the horizon. "Totally get it, Dmitri. Not all who wander are lost eh?" Max nodded to Dmitri's empty glasses. "Need a reload? It's on me from one vagabond to another."
  4. Max returned the toast with a wide grin before taking another sip of his scotch. This was the life as far as he was concerned, enjoying drinks with a few ladies who happen to be the most badass women he'd ever met, and two of his best friends who he knew would have his back come hell or alternate nightmare dimension. Max squeezed Moira's hand and gave her a warm smile that he hoped conveyed how much he appreciated her friendship. Max turned to the fur laden man and smiled. "I'd have to disagree with ya there friend. Vodka is great and all but the best for a wintery day is a scotch so peaty it tastes like yer drinkin' a campfire. That or a good hot Gin Toddy. Name's Max. And I hope I don't offend when I say you don't sound like yer from 'round these parts. What brings ya to good ole FC today? Other than of course the famous hospitality of Morley's."
  5. Max wasn't without sympathy. Hearing the woman talk about needing drugs pained him, but he didn't feel bad for taking her down. Her problems may have put her in a bad position, but there were other ways than turning to crime to deal with them. Max had learned that the hard way himself. At the mention of Flare Max turned his head to look at Jann. "Think you could go tie up our other guest and bring her over here? I don't want her waking up and running off on us." Max wished he knew some of the science type heroes running around Freedom but the only one he knew of was Doktor Archeville and he had met him only in passing during some sort of demon attack years ago before he left. He didn't exactly have his number. His friend Asad might have a contact or two though. "Listen here lady, what yer doin' is wrong, and yer gonna have to pay for it. That bein' said, I may have some contacts that could help you with this... chemical problem. I take it that you aren't talking about drugs? If so there's plenty of ways to help that. But if yer talking about some weird science mumbo jumbo. I might know a guy. First though, can you tell me where this Happy Man is? How many men he has with him? Any intel at all. If me and Tweety are gonna take him down, we need info. Plus I doubt he'd be very pleased with either of you for having both botched a sale and failing to get rid of us. Looks to me like you need our protection from this."
  6. ok so: Sense Motive: 1d20+13 19 He is tricked! and toughness save! Toughness Save: 1d20+12 29 So failed by 1, making him Bruised! Ronin is up!
  7. okie doke! Intimidate: 1d20+2 10 that's not good enough, I'll HP for a re-roll Initmidate HP reroll: 1d20+2 8 plus 10 from reroll makes 18
  8. Max heard the shout from Jann and whipped his head around to see the lady with the sparking cold gun run through the doors. He had wondered where the avian had gone off to, and now he saw that he'd been pre-occupied with the back up he had heard through Flare's cell. Max grinned to himself, confident that finding two people immune to fire in the same night was unlikely and let all the anger and pain out in a rapid succession of zipping red fire balls at the Snowbird. "I didn't invite you to this shindig darlin'! I suggest you hot foot it out of here!" Max punned triumphantly. The fireballs all hit the Snowbird about the midesction and shoulders, sending her first flying off her feet, then skidding across the floor to come to rest against the concierge table. "Oh busboy! Take care of this old bag will ya?" Max walked up to the Snowbird then leaned down to get his face inches away from hers. Max kept the fire roiling in his mouth so flames licked his lips with each word. "Now yer gonna tell me all about these high tech weapons, and these cheese-headed gangsters and their leader, or I'm going to show you that I don't need a bucket of water to melt a witch like you."
  9. Finally! Someone Max can burn down! Let's go with a little of the ole Spitfire Attack roll all out attack 2: 1d20+13 31 So that's Blast 11 Autofire so not sure what the damage is since I don't know Snowbird's defense to know what the roll beat it by
  10. Ak'kar had no idea what was going on, but from the man's babbling it seemed like there was some sort of possession happening to them? Either that or, to Ak'kar's horror, they could be Grue. Either option was horrific, and left him with little in the way of choice. His crew was looking to him to make a decision and he had no idea what the right one might be. Whatever he chose, he knew he must display absolute certainty so he stood straight and held his hands behind his back. "Alright men listen up, we are going to take back the ship, but to do so we need to be drastic. I want medical at the ready to resuscitate the fallen crew, security bring all the restraints you can carry. I am going to cut off life support to everything around this room, it will not take long for everyone else on the ship to lose consciousness. At that point we will begin resuscitating and apprehending the mutineers." Ak'kar calmly walked over to the console and inserted his interface tentacle, an audible depowering noise groaned through the ship as the lights darkened and the air was vented into space around the bridge.
  11. and for the goons that are left the are going to all combined attack on Lady Horus Attack roll: 1d20+4 12 Such a miss
  12. Zealot will attempt to disarm Lady Horus of her Ankh with his improved Disarm Attack roll with improved disarm: 1d20+16 27 I believe that hits so it's an opposed damage of the effect vs Lady Horus' Strength Damage Rank roll for disarm: 1d20+10 20 Not awesome but worth a shot Edit: just noticed on her sheet that the ankh wasn't separate equipment from the helm so a disarm wouldn't really work, still Zealot wouldn't know that so i'm leaving it as a stupid bad guy moment!
  13. As the pellets found their homes in four of the goons, moans and grunts answered the boom of the gun. It was impossible for Ronin to see the men drop but the man in gleaming plate striding out of the smoke was plain as day. The scourge at his side crackled as he whipped it around in the air before sending it's barbed lashes towards Lady Horus. At the last second the barbs twisted, wrapping around the handle of her ankh. "Let us see just how confident you are without your sinful and blasphemous symbol, witch!" The man snarled before yanking with all his might on the shaft, attempting to remove the ankh from the Sunhawk's grasp. At the same point the mafiosos finally got their acts and guns together and fired at the Sunhawk, however all of them being so shaken by the antics performed by the glowing woman all the bullets went wide to smash what was left of stained glass windows and hammer into old wooden pews. It was lucky no parishioners were present as there would have certainly been unintended casualties.
  14. ok so minions toughness save vs the cone effect, (not wearing any body armor cuz they are less than intelligent) reflex save first: Reflex save: 1d20+0 4 they fail horribly Toughness Save: 1d20+2 17 pretty good for them but they are all still out! that leaves 4 left! And it's the Zealot's turn!
  15. Ok in the cloud I'll give you a choice you can hit the Zealot or you could try and get a bunch of the thugs, up to you! Zealot is kind of by himself in the cloud (minus the ghost) and the guards are a bit away but in enough of a group that you'd get 4 of them with the blast
  16. Spitfire grimaced as he yanked the knife out of his shoulder. "You know this is the worst first date I've ever been on! I've only almost bled out on a date once before, and then at least tequila was involved!" Charging forward, Max saw his target and brought his metal fist down on the collander with all the might his blood loss weary muscles could muster. A loud clang echoed off the walls and in his ears, he felt the vibrations reverberate up his arm and aggravate the knife wound he took to the shoulder. Max turned in a circle, stamping and cursing, fighting the urge to shake his stinging fist. He felt the blow even beneath the metal. "Son of a beach towel that stings! Remind me not to punch people with the arm I got stabbed in!"
  17. ok so Max is going to hit her again, this time power attacking for 4 and all out for 2 brings total of damage to 8, defense of 11 and an attack bonus of 9 Pow Attack for 4, all out attack 2: 1d20+9 29 Another natural 20! so the damage goes up to 13 making it a dc 28 toughness save!
  18. In less than an instant four of the Scarpias goons were relieved of their consciousness as they fell before the blinding speed and strength of the Sunhawk. In seconds guns, teeth and men all clattered to the carpeted floor of the church. This shook the remaining goons but they shakily raised their weapons anyway, preparing the weapons and their shaking hands to fire at the blur of motion that was the hero. They weren't used to such displays of power, but the maniacal laugh of the man in armor amidst the smoke seemed to give them back some of their spine. Many set their faces with grimaces of resolve, others visibly shook their heads, trying to banish the dark thoughts. One graying button man even breathed out, "I'm too old for this sh-"
  19. Max grinned wolfishly at Moira and shook his head "No guarantees, this is pretty good scotch." Max hugged Lynn warmly and went back to his drink for a second before nearly choking on it. "Jeez Lynn, 'what's the haps?' How long were the 90's for you?" Max nudged her playfully. "Not a lot for me sadly, been a slow month so far. Not a lot of people get tattoos during this time of year, everyone using and saving their money on gifts for others and not body art. It's ok though I enjoy the downtime. What about you? How's Gretchen?"
  20. yeah I don't see it as an issue
  21. Max watched Sean put the log on the fire while he tasted his scotch. Max didn't particularly care for the cold, it made him feel sluggish and out of his element. He looked at the small fire as a compatriot, another combatant against the forces of unbearable chilliness in winter's endless war on the warm blooded. Seeing that even with the log the fire might die Max walked over to the fireplace and breathed a small gout of flame onto the logs, causing the fire to roar to life for a moment before settling into a normal state, all the logs in it being thoroughly covered in flames. "There that's more like it eh?" Max said to the room before walking back to his bar stool and calling for a refill. "I tell ya Moira, this snow is gonna be the death of me. You know how hard it is to light things on fire when they are perpetually wet? And how long it takes to breath fire over 2 feet of snow before what's underneath catches on fire? It's a good thing I got the lungs of an astronaut. You probably don't even feel it do ya darlin'? Just rolls right off that Olympian physiology eh?"
  22. Confusion played on his face for a moment before understanding dawned on him. Max knew she could feel his heart beating faster under his shirt and tried to calm his reaction by clenching his hands. Stupid! He chided himself, How could I be so stupid! She was a greek goddess after all, they had different ideas about relationships. How could I be so blind to this! This is what happens Max when you let your feelings blind you to what should be perfectly visible right in front of you! Max continued to work on keeping his breathing under control and bowed his head, not wanting her to see the tears on his cheeks or the anger in his eyes. After all it wasn't her fault, he'd been the one to make the mistake here, not her. Max then quickly turned around and started for the door. "Oh no, yeah, of course. I get it. No big deal right? I mean, I just meant we were more like family or really close friends is all," Max winced at the pathetic nature of the obvious lie. It wasn't going to fool anyone. "Listen I, uh- I gotta get going, just remembered I have a thing to do. I'll call you later yeah?" Without waiting for a reply he started walking fast for the door, intent on getting out of there before he embarrassed himself further. He barely noticed the light smoke trailing from his nostrils as he walked, apparently the fire living just behind his throat was hoping to scorch away the pain he felt in his heart.
  23. Max sucked in a breath at the stinging bite of the knife and anger flared to life in his belly. He knew that he would start feeling those cuts shortly but for now the pain had been burned away in a haze of red rage. "First floor lobby," Spitfire growled, "Second floor, nick nacks, lingerie, and hopefully for you a first aid station!" With that Spitfire threw a wild uppercut with his metal hand that landed squarely on Flare's jaw. Max at this point was panting, and saw blood trickling down his side, staining his pant leg and pooling at his feet to be frozen by the liquid nitrogen still cooling the floor. "That's less than ideal..." Max noted, a slight bit of panic in his voice.
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