Nightshade

Fill With Sin: 1d20+10 12 So, lots of low rolls. If that hits, DC25 Will vs Damage.

Jessica's head went light for a moment as the magic coursed through her body. If it weren't for the mages, she... wouldn't be in this lovely predicament. At least she had the spirits. And Jack. She laughed as she heard the familiar roar. Not that she could see the carnage, but she knew there would be splatter. Little did she know it wasn't working out for him! She shook her head as the magic flooded out of her body. Looking around to the mages, she scowled, "I don't know who you are or what you're up to, but it's not wise. At all." The spirits she commanded flowed into one of the mages.

Get Out of This Funk: 1d20+8+1 12 See, i was going to save the extra HP for something cool, but here I am, rerolling a save No, Really!: 1d20+8+1 14 Glad rerolls add 10 for rolls under 11 Question: does this happen at the beginning or end of her turn? As in, does she get actions now?

I'd at least try to GM stuff for it if allowed. I know new cities don't get much traffic. But the setting book gives so much to do. Probably the same as Bedlam, but I do love Vibora's style.

I think you called for me to do initiative in Discord, @angrydurf. Which I already had. Unless I can redo that horribleness

The same way Bedlam doubles down on the grim dark of its heroes and Emerald is the wild west boom town of heroics, Vibora Bay could do something with it's niche. Freedom is a little bit of everything, you're probably never gonna beat it's population or power. It's in the name of the site I think being the hub of supernatural heroics could be something. Non-mystics are their, of course, but the weird upside down stuff that could be lurking anywhere seems to be there. Keep it heroic, but maybe pull a masquerade or deep hidden secrets. The way Bedlam is corrupt, Vibora Bay is fantastic. I may be spitballing after skimming through the PDF once, but my two cents.

Not that I dislike Bedlam. It's an OK read, but Vibora seems the right mix of Freedom and Bedlam. Shifting to the lighter side of gray?

I'm interested in the elevator pitch of it being a heroic New Orleans. I am looking through the PDF as we speak

Jack needs to make BIG initiative!

It wasn't really the laughter that put the fear of whatever in her. It was her own doubt mixed with a little bit of her spirits lashing out. Wrath wanted to kill everything. The twin mountain dudes, the laughter itself. While Pride was disgusted by the very thought of the futility of this silly 'trap'. Sloth wanted a nap. It always did. Luckily Jessica was more than just the whims of her carnal spirits. She tried to barrel through remembering the better times. How she would be at Stacks after this little ordeal. Though her own doubt turned everything inside out. She remembered her mother telling her there would be some days you just didn't want to get out of bed. Then again, her mother told her some things that shouldn't be repeated in public.

Avoiding The Trap: 1d20+8 11 Helpless and unable to move or take actions! Oh noes! Well, at least there's a Plan B!

She laughed at the word 'tolerable', only playfully nodding in agreement as he spoke. At least he was open about his life. She wasn't that trusting, but little bits of obvious stuff she would give out. This guy however, he seemed kind of like her, but in a different way. Tolerable? Yeah, that plus some. Something she hadn't felt in someone since she met Jack. A friendly connection. Nice. "Yeah, seems a hassle," she said trying to console him. She just met him and didn't want to invade personal space. "They have this material, apparently, that makes up all kinds of clothes. Morphic Molecules. I've never tried it myself, but superheroes around here swear by it on their costumes." She shrugged, "I don't know if it works for normal clothes, but it's something you might want to check out." "As for code names, I go by a few. Some imposed, others just natural. Demon. Red. Synn." She stopped with a silly little grin, "those kinda names got you along during the 'no heroes' times in the past." Taking a step forward they were almost there. "I go by Witchblood as of now." She seemed very proud of that name.

Well, that was very informative. She almost said out loud. Like really, she didn't know any of that stuff about angels. Mainly because they were kind of bad news to her. "Huh," she said impressed, "cool." She moved along with him as the line shifted ever slowly. Days like this, especially 'hot' days it felt like pulling teeth to get anywhere inside places like this. "Well, I'm a demon..." She grinned and shook her head as a few people around them got a little defensive, "not like any you need to worry about. Never been to hell. I was born here in New Jersey." She laughed at the unintended joke. "I don't have a dark lord, and I will not swallow your soul. Also, angels? Never met any. I guess I should be so lucky after your glowing appraisal."

And then he saw her. Well, it was a better place in line. Not that she was in line in the first place. Walk in, see angel being, get distracted. You know the routine. Walking towards him still, she grinned. This was going to be either the worst day of her life or maybe something cool would happen. "I'm sure you get this all the time," she said looking back and forth between him and his wings, "but how do you keep those so light and fluffy?" She smirked, reaching out a hand in peace, "I'm Jessica, and I swear I'm not here opposite of you. Well, unless you're here for some misinformed mission. Do angels do that?" She trailed off with a small laugh. Now that she got a good look at him, he was just a 'normal' beachgoer like her. Her black two piece swimwear, and black shades made the two 'normals' look like some alternative subversion of an actual beach scene.

Hot summers didn't bother Jessica that much. Her demonic blood gave her a nice warm feeling all year long. Still, she did enjoy a nice cool treat sometimes... OK, all of the times. She had needs! Sometimes those needs were just really Envy and Greed spirits working on her. Still, the ubiquitous Starbase was in her sights. And she needed cold coffee treats. One thing about summer that she did enjoy is that people got expressive with dressing down. Especially in Freedom City. People of all sorts flooded the boardwalk. Herself being a red demon woman, she got looks. Good and bad. Luckily no one was silly enough to do anything stupid. Good or bad. Speaking of sights to behold, it was... an angel? Minding his own business, mind you. Though those things were rare she was told. Demons were much more apt to come and stay here. Though what did the black wings mean? Her curiosity trumped her Envy and Greed spirits for the moment. Like a moth to a flame she slowly approached.

Jack is 6'6", which is verging on 2 meters. Jessica is 1.78 which is around 5'10". How big are these guys in comparison? Also, Jack has not updated his signature to the rebuild of his character. Which would be helpful

Jessica felt Jack's wrath building faster than hers. If not for the severity of the situation, she would have turned him loose on them. Thoughts of her trapping these lackeys in their base instincts as the bear ripped them apart was a fun little daydream. But again, these guys had leverage. She was a hero after all. Heroes didn't endanger the innocent. Looking up at him, she put her hand on Jack's hand, a much softer caress "stay here. But if you sense anything wrong. Which I'm ninety-five percent sure you will. I want you to come and join me in making these two have the worst day of their very short lives." She looked at her two abductors with a toothy grin, "tell whoever you're talking to that they better like the taste of their own tongue." Stepping away from Jack was hard. She knew this was going to be bad news, it had the stink of set up. Luckily no holy places around here. Also, he had a death grip on her shoulder, and not the fun kind. She assured him one more time, "remember what you have to do." And then, she walked into the darkness.

Jessica wondered if this was just a usual uninteresting sight for the people of Freedom City, or were they invisible to everyone. Not that it mattered, she was relieved that the bystanders were ignored. Or, at least, had the option of staying out of it. Outside, she continued to bite her tongue. Especially when the goon put disrespect on her name again. She looked to Jack with a resigned sigh. This was her fate. Well, not her true fate, which she hadn't even discussed with him. She kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, then turned to her kidnappers. "He's not part of this," she said sternly, "you'll get nothing out of him."

What Jessica thought were just rude, impatient customers turned out to be more than she bargained for. The two words, 'witch blood', said with such contempt and audacity. Like, this fool knew her name and did not put enough respect on it to say it correctly. If this weren't an obvious crisis situation, she would have pulled out his tongue. Jack stepping in between her and the unknown hoods was a smart decision. She stared daggers into her would be assailants, talking to her boyfriend, "thank you for saving their skin, dear." Whatever these two were up to irked her on multiple levels. She was not about to put innocent lives in danger either. So she took their directions and went with them, resisting the urge to do anything but follow. Of course she was ready for whatever they had in mind. "Pain and woe beset up you if you even think of doing anything stupid," she taunted them quietly.

Here it is if it's needed: Initiative: 1d20+3 5. Seeing if Arctos wants to do anything before I swing in with the... actions

Eh, Stacks could wait. This would be the pre-meal meal. Crossing her arms, Jessica leaned back on Jack's chest as she looked at the menu. "I mean, what else," she asked rhetorically, her tone carefree. She looked up at him with a smirk, "diet soda and salad," she said facetiously. The line here was long and it was a scorching bright hot day outside. While she was acclimated to the heat due to her demon blood, others weren't so lucky. Jack wasn't the type either. Their winter romps were much more liberated. "You alright," she asked him with quiet concern. While they waited in like others, still others weren't content as they were. The line was long and a couple of people were pushing through, causing grumbling in the masses. Until they got to Jessica and Jack. "Excuse you," Jessica said turning around to greet the two interlopers.

A group of lowlifes come together to for reason of strength in numbers at least. Then they get the big idea to do a heist. Because, you know, gotta get that notoriety out there. Unfortunately, that heist happens to be on someone's territory. Someone powerful. Probably not a Crime Syndicate member, but the consequences will be great. If they don't die they will will be captured and, well, let's just say it's a one shot for a reason. You are those lowlifes. I'd like the characters to be in the PL8 area, but if you have someone above that level, we can lower it 1:1. PL 10 would be -2 on attack, effects, defense, and toughness, while PL12 would be -4 on those. PL7s would not get a boost. It would also help if the character is pretty much unknown. There is a reason you're grouping together for help. I'd like 4 characters but I can do it with one more or less. Anyone interested?

The lift into his arms was met with a reflexive grab on to him. Not fear, excitement. As his hand went in her hair she calmed down a bit. It was something between him and her. Part Pride of herself, part actual love for Jack, it became an endearment. It was many things between them, but always personal. As she listened to him, she heard what he was saying. The whole 'you're beautiful just the way you are' thing with him, she knew it was him talking. Did she believe it? Well, yes and no. It was Jack. He wasn't the type to lie. But she was self-conscious. That was enough for her. Turning his head around so they could see eye to eye again she pressed her forehead against his, "you, your tattoos, anything you have. But mainly just you, are my pride. And joy. Nothing makes me happier than to make you happy. And hopefully the other way." They talked little of his family ever since things went down. She didn't know if it was a sore spot, but it seemed so. She held on to him for as long as she could. And then her stomach growled. A light laugh escaped her. She stood up in front of Jack, "I suggest we talk about this on the way to eats. If we wait any further, I'm going to gorilla press you out of here." Not that she could even lift him that much. More like he would do it to her. Their walk to Stacks was uneventful. Sure the regular summer tourists got picks of them, the 'faithful' gave her dirty looks. But none of that mattered to her. She was going to eat with the love of her life. That's all that mattered.

She knew this was coming. It wasn't like she hadn't heard it before. Wincing at his gruff and serious tone, she would never do this with anyone but him. She sighed with relief as his voice lightened. There was a moment of silence afterwords. She crossed her arms and looked away, left then right. The carnal spirits blaring in her soul to answer him in kind. Meeting his eyes again she did not smile, but her demeanor was somewhat happy. "You would," she said playfully with a little force. She shook her head, "I mean, it is. But I've been thinking about it for a while. Ever since we knew you were magical. Well, more magical," She did not let on that it was pure Envy that planted the seed in her. "Like something we could share?" She shook her head again, this time more in 'defeat', "never mind. Forget about it." She did not. His words did weigh on her. But it would not go down that easy. She finally did smile, "that's why I love you Jack. Muscle, accent, and a lot more wisdom that me." She took his hands and pulled him towards her, "let's go get some meat."

As he dressed she walked back a second admiring her love. It was almost like the only person she could talk to these days was him. After he was done she held his arm again, this time stroking were one of his Shaman Tattoos. In the interim, They found out the meaning of the glowing part, and Envy had the best of her about it for the last part of a few weeks. "Stacks is a good place," she mentioned her favorite 'meatarian' places. Like, everything was meat or meat-based. It was nominally a third meal, but if you knew someone who knew someone, you could get in early. "And," she looked up at him with a devious grin, "I've been wanting to shop around for, well... you know, visible ink?"