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GM "Jeez!" the guard exclaimed, as he turned back to Talon after looking at the paint. "Guess you really are one of the super people, huh?" He stood there, scratching the back of his head, when four officers came running, guns drawn. "You called this in?" the lead officer asked, while the other began work to cut off the area of the potential crime scene. "Yeah. There's some guy out there calling himself Talon, was here a moment ago, disappeared when I looked away. Claimed he didn't do this." The guard was at least being truthful. He chuckled lightly. "And that it wouldn't be tolerated. So... guess you guys got a super guy looking to help you here?" The officer didn't seem entirely convinced. "Sure, makes sense. Never heard of him, so announcing himself like that is either some convoluted plan or just plain stupid, if he's the one that did this." He turned back, thinking a bit. "Man, this guy got messed up bad. Must've really pissed off somebody."

Police notice, rolling once for all: 19 You stay hidden.

Nothing to see here!

Can I get a notice?

GM "Damn straight!" Simon replied, pumping an arm, before planting a somewhat sloppy kiss on Tricia's cheek. "Gonna go check out the cash, babe!" And he happily moved on, none the wiser. Tricia, on the other hand, did not appear all to happy about them being a great pair, seemingly not catching Buddy's lie. "Thank you, I suppose." Her reply was short and sharp. Yes, it would appear that Simon would soon be replaced, but that was not really the point of the evening, was it now? "Was there anything else, Mr. Brand?" She seemed genuinely curious at that one. It was, after all, Buddy who had sought her out.

It wasn't easy to get all this, but Anna was willing. And she was angry. So, so angry. Robin had never felt that angry herself, not even when she faced Kidd and the Wall, but she could hardly blame Anna. She did her best, she wrote everything down that she could. She asked questions where she felt it was needed, but really, a lot of it was a lot to grasp. Robin could follow most, but theoretical physics and energy sources like Z-Space energy and metaphasic reactors was really not her field of expertise. "Alright. I think I got it all." Robin finally said, when Anna seemed like she needed to rest. This was big, and this was bad. Neutron Industries didn't seem like the kind of place that someone like Anna or Robin should mess with in any way, but, Anna had already messed with it... and Robin did have some other means. "I'll see what I can do. I'm not gonna let them get away with this." Bit lame, maybe, but she meant it.

To be honest, Cassidy didn't really like sneaking around like this. He was good at it, but he was still more for some direct action. He'd much rather bash some heads together than sneak after. And listening to the Nazis, not really understanding a word of what they were saying? Now that was a pain in the neck. It didn't seem like Tsunami understood anything either, which didn't really make Cassidy feel better in any way. Figuring out something about what was going on would be preferable to going in blind, at least. When Tsunami looked over and pointed, Cassidy materialized slightly, giving just the impression of a body made of sand, before splitting apart again as he moved forward. A hint of where he was, and the had understood. Not needing to touch the ground was a plus when he tried to move silently, at least. Being made of sand only made it easier. Moving forward into the room, he tried to stay to the side, just a swirl of dust and sand moving about.

GM "The best that money can buy, Mr. Brand." There were a bit more to the tone, now. Maybe Buddy was right. Maybe Tricia Thorne was really as vapid and shallow as she first appeared. Or maybe not. He could maybe see something in her eyes, some hidden brilliance. Or maybe it was just whatever eye color her contacts gave her. It was kind of golden, really. It could hardly be Tricia's natural eye color. "Hey babe, who's this guy?" came a voice from the side, Tricia's boyfriend. Or arm candy. All depended on how close they were. Buddy knew that Tricia had a string of romances, new ones often blooming even before old ones had ended. And she did not seem to like being called babe, judging from how cold her voice. "Simon, this is Mr. Buddy Brand. He's on television, got his own show." Simon quickly puffed himself up, making sure he stood taller than Buddy, a smirk playing over his lips. He was tall, yes. And muscular, which was showing through the suit he was wearing, dark blue, white dress shirt, matching dark blue tie. His curly blonde hair looked like a mess, and he probably wanted it that way. "Buddy Brand, huh? You don't look so tough! Pretty sure I could take you!" Buddy could smell the alcohol on his breath without any trouble.

This was concerning. Anna was fighting, but she could barely keep a conversation going. Nerve damage, sure. Could explain a lot, but metaphasic radiation? Who knew what that could do? To be quite honest, Robin didn't even know what metaphasic radiation was. She lightly rolled the amulet her grandmother had recently gifted her between her fingers as she listened, and tried to make sense of it all. And that last part? That was a bit of a bombshell. Robin did not see that coming. Anna had a good reputation, not like she was someone that you'd have expected to go out on a crusade against people like Neutron Industries. But then again, few would probably guess what Robin was up, and she could do to help. So. A pen and block from her purse, she sat down. "Alright." Her tone was more serious now. "I'll help. Tell me everything you know and remember, and I'll write it down, then see what I can do. I know people all over the university, and there's bound to be someone that can do something. And tell me everything about what that metaphasic radiation is." It helped Anna to be angry? Alright, Robin would stoke that fire, then!

HENSHIN'd by Fox Justice Spending 10 PP for Justice: Buying the following: 1PP on Skills, buying Drive 4 (+6). A new device to add to her powers, worth 5PP: Device 1 ("Grandmother's Amulet"; 5PP Container; Flaws: Easy-To-Lose, Feats: Restricted 2 [Only you can use]) [5PP] (Magic) Super-Movement 1 ("Z-Space Portal"; Options: Dimensional Movement [To and From Z-Space], Extras: Portal (+2), Feats: Progression [Portal Size] 1) [5PP] (Dimensional, Magic, Z-Space) (Up to 10ft x 10ft portal) And adding the Feat Equipment 4 That should put Justice at 127/132 PP spent and 5 PP left to use. Spending the 20EP on the following: Equipment: 4PP = 20EP The Law Rider (Vehicle; Motorcycle) [10EP] The AnneX (Headquarters; Abandoned Outpost in Z-Space) [10EP] And please update the appearance description with this one: Robin is slender, her body honed by years of gymnastics. Her dark brown hair reaches her shoulders and is almost always worn loose. She has green eyes and wears glasses. She will usually dress casually, preferring t-shirts with prints or logos of cartoon characters, dragons and so on. As Justice, Robin tends wear casual clothes, her Justice Driver belt and a red domino mask to hide her identity. She will often combine this with a hoodie when trying to go incognito, while still being in costume. She will usually pull her hair into a pony tail. Activating the Justice driver causes her armor to appear: A dark red suit with purple-pink power lines running up the arms and down the legs from the belt buckle of the Justice Driver belt, with grey metal plating on the chest and shoulders. Her arms and legs are wrapped in dark grey and purple armor, with similar armor plating as the chest area. Her helmet has silver armor plating on the side and two small antenna on top, and a silver armor plate over her mouth, with large purple-pink one-way lenses over her eyes. Robin has also added red scarf in a brighter color to the rest of the armor. and to go with the above, please replace the three pics on Justice's profile with this: Thank you!

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Just informed freedom league telephony does not work like that, my bad. Will do an edit soon when at a computer

The guard is distracted, so you can try hiding. Notice to see you: 12 Feel free to describe how you disappear, if you stay hidden nearby or what you do.

GM The guard seemed suspicious. He had seen or heard it all before, or knew someone who had at least. Sure, heroes were all around, but this guy did seem somewhat new. And new heroes could make mistakes. "Wait, your name?" The guard was surprised, quickly turning to look up at the words spray painted on the train car as Talon pointed. "You're Talon?" The sound of sirens in the distance had come to a halt, and Talon and the guard could now hear the officers running across the yard.

@Cubismo, @TheAbsurdist, @Zeitgeist Blue, @Tiffany Korta, @Azuth65, @KnightDisciple, @Thevshi IC up here OOC up here

OOC for this. Threads will be split into two with whoever goes where once action gets started. To help me keep an overview with the large number of characters, I'd appreciate if you do a quick rules summary of some of the more unusual power uses that might happen.

GM Secret Location in the Mojave Desert, Nevada March 26th, 1 PM Claremont Academy Field Trip to Danger Institute: Mojave Installation The field trip had been announced a bit suddenly, and for a rather varied group of students, spread out across the different squads: Zenith, White Lioness, Ms. Thursday, Gauss, Thunderbird, Salvo, Forever Boy and Veronica Danger, accompanied by their teacher Steph Harcourt. Why they had been the chosen students were anyone's guess, but they were promised it would be quite a treat. And of course, they would have to write an essay about the visit. It seemed that Headmistress Summers would temper any boon with a bane. But still! At first the group of students would get to on a field trip to the Danger Institute's Mojave Installation, hidden in the Mojave desert. The description of the place had been vague. The students had been told that it was a research station where Danger International studied unknown objects found across the world, kept safely away from any population centers in case any of the objects turned out to be dangerous. They would get a tour of the place, and potentially get to see some of the items of interest. As an added bonus, Headmistress Summers had pulled some strings, and the group of students found themselves arriving via teleporter pads, straight from the Freedom League. Quick and easy travel, and they wouldn't miss several days of classes to travel. That was bound to be quite an experience to the students that had not tried something like that before. As the students and Steph Harcourt appeared, they were met with a big cube of a building, 330 feet in each dimension.There were several square windows in different locations all around the building, placed seemingly randomly. As they appeared at the top of the building at the teleport pads on loan from the Freedom League, the students and the teacher could see a pair of helicopter landing pads, and a small cube with a set of doors that led into the building from the roof. At the ground level, two pairs of great doors were situated at equal spacing on each side of the building. The second thing that the students were met with were sand blowing absolutely everywhere. Not a pleasant experience, by all accounts. The third and last thing was a man with a red scarf tied over his mouth and nose, with thick goggles over his eyes. He was wearing khaki shorts and a dark grey t-shirt, and was shouting for them to get inside, leading the group to the entrance. "C'mon! The storm'll pass soon, but no reason to get caught up in it!"

Oh, this was just magnificent! Flashes, bright lights everywhere! Shadows beaten back, the very ground swallowing the Giant Krampus' feet and pulling it in, Leroy holding the big thing and the picture of the Giant Santa that Pan had created actually distracting the thing! And then Nicole soaring straight at it and it was gone! Simply mag-ni-fi-cent! Pan was all smiles. He would have danced and shouted, but he did not fully feel up to it. The hit he had taken, along with the effort necessary to create the Giant Santa, had taken its toll, even if he was not about to readily admit that. Not quite yet, at least! And he was still stuck! At least that last part was quickly rectified as Corinne freed him! Wonderful! "Ha! Free at last! Thank you!" he shouted towards Corinne, ignoring the string of swears. That was her way, he felt no need to challenge that! And Leroy! Yes, he had actually managed to hold the Krampus! Brilliant! "It was magnificent, my friend!" he shouted back, fist raised to the sky in salute. "Holding the beast! We must practice that tactic!" Finally, the headmistress. Pan generally had the distinct impression that she did not quite care for him, even as he floated closer to listen in on what was transpiring between herself, Corinne and Nicole. He was not about to let her cause them trouble, if he could help it. But perhaps he could at least lighten the situation some? A loud "Ho ho ho!" echoed from above, as the Giant Santa began to make a move around, pointing out the various students and declaring them all to be "Nice!" one by one.

GM As luck would have, or rather maybe bad luck, Robin was being followed, without having noticed at all. While she turned down a street, a figure followed her. A large figure, easily 7 feet tall. Broad over the shoulders, though his body was hidden under a heavy, albeit ragged brown coat. It had rips and stains, some a peculiar dark red color, almost turned brown in places. He seemed His head was hidden under a wide hat, hiding him from anyone above. The figure was moving with some difficulty, but still seemed to keep up with his target, slowly getting closer and closer.

Justice Robin had heard the rumors. In particular, Ms. Doors had been talking at her again, telling her all about how somebody was doing the city a favor by taking the homeless off the streets. She was all heart and love, that Ms. Doors. If Robin didn't suspect that Ms. Doors wasn't any deeper than a shallow pond, she would have half expected her to actually try leading Robin towards trouble that could stand to face some justice. So now she was walking down the streets of Bethlehem Heights, dressed in a dark hoodie pulled up over her head, a baseball cap under it, some worn jeans, a pair of running shoes, trying her best to look like someone that it would actually be worth jumping. Of course, she was also wearing the dark red domino masked she had taken to wearing when she hadn't activated her armor. No reason to try giving herself away too easily. Just had to be a matter of time, right? Spend enough evenings here and someone was either going to jump her, or she would hopefully hear something.

Robin put the cookie jar down at the table before turning to Anna as she talked. No, this was not the time for cookies. Really not. She could recognize the determination in Anna's voice, even if the anger scared her a bit. Not that she blamed Anna. If Neutron Industries had done this to her, then she had every right to be angry. Every right to want to get back at them. She bit back her own righteous anger at seeing Anna like this. She was bright, she was smart. Probably even more so than Robin, and to see her like this, struggling to even get her words out? It was scary as hell. "I'm so, so sorry, but what happened? What did they do to you at that place?" She wanted to help. But she had to do it right.

So, who to listen to? The Fae, the Black Rose, the Mushroom King or the Mushroom Men? So many choices, neither of them friendly and happy as all get out? Maybe buy them some time! "Perhaps he do have some manner of cure that could help you, my dear Black Rose! But did you not hear what the Fun Guy said? Tell them jokes, and they will make you king! Sounds just like the thing for you!" And this man did not seem like he he actually liked to be here. Maybe cutstab the fungi instead of the fun guy? Could that be the thing to do here? Pan did not like to to start the fighting without knowing all the pieces on the board, after all. "Captain Boddyflock, it does not appear that the fun guy is as fun as one might have believed at first glance. Or that he is having any fun, for that matter. Perhaps it is in order to hear what he has to say? He might help you with the cutstabbing, if given half the chance?"

GM Miss Thorne giggled at the question, and shrugged. "Its like, you see all those people and kids on television? And they're all just running around and have nothing and everyhing? All that used to be so big and important. The news used to talk about it all the time, right? But not so much anymore. You don't really talk about that much, do you, Mr. Brand?" She emphasized the mister again. It sounded rehearsed, a way of speaking that she had spent hours practicing. "Just because we don't just speak about it all the time doesn't mean a problem goes way, right? So, I guess I'm just trying to do better. To help the people that's been forgotten." It was probably not entirely true. As far as Buddy knew, Thorne was well meaning, but she did tend to switch causes that she would champion at the drop of a hat. Anything that was a popular cause, had recently been, or would be. Tricia Thorne wanted to do good, sure. But she also wanted to be seen doing it.

Perform Comedy, Jack-of-all-Trades powers activate: 1d20+5 = 22

Pan held up his finger, as a child that wanted to get the teacher's attention. "Excuse me! Before there are any signing to be done, I do believe that the the signing person, in this case Salvo here, should have the chance to properly read a contract, while discussing the matters of the contract with their representative, which would in this case be myself and Gauss." He made a quick bow while standing in mid-air, a devilish grin playing over his lips before he continued. "And of course, we must have privacy to discuss these matters! And make any amendments to the contract, if we find ourselves disagreeing! It is only fair, if you are to be given a powerful artifact that can make a difference in hell, then we must be able to make the proper preparations and make sure that we can live up to our end of the deal. In privacy, of course." He could already see glaring holes in the contract as it was spoken, even if not in the written one. All depended on the wording. And if nothing else, then perhaps Pan could use Baal's own words against him, if they were to rewrite the contract.