RocketLord

Cultist 1 creates 4 humanoid forms from the ink in the room, appearing all around Mr. Strix, though with an opening to Cultist 2. @Grumblefloof Make a Will Save, DC15. Read spoiler if you make it. Cultist 2 charges at Mr. Strix and punches at him. 14, a miss. @Grumblefloof you're up. 31 - Ronin - Uninjured - 1HP 24 - Lady Horus - Uninjured - 1HP 24 - Wadjet - Uninjured 24 - Cultist 1 - Uninjured 21 - Cultist 2 - Uninjured 12 - Mr. Strix - Shaken - 3HP 10 - Cultist 3 - Uninjured 7 - Dr. Thorne - Uninjured - 2HP

GM One cultist, who appeared to be slim even covered in robes, raised his hands and chanted. "Rise from the black, protect me!" His voice and tone was melodramatic, even as it sounded almost trembling, but it had an affect. By his command, four humanoid forms rose from the ink near the door, blocking Mr. Strix from entering, yet moving to leave a path as the second of the cultists charged. A rather large fellow, easily standing 6 feet and 6 inches tall, it seemed odd that his robe could even hide his body. Unlike his fellow, the second cultist was completely silent as he ran at Mr. Strix, swinging a rather large arm for his head. The punch passed right by Mr. Strix, however, flying past his head. While the second cultist seemed to have a certain strength, he did not appear to be fast enough to deliver a hit.

GM There was something in there, under the train. A can of spray paint, with some splatters of pink pain leading to it. It was difficult to see, and Talon might have missed it, if not for some light reflecting in the can. Maybe the one It was a bit far in. Further than Talon would be able to reach without actually moving under the train. He could fit, but it would be tight. The question was whether he believed it to be worth it or not. The sirens were getting closer.

North-North-West!

Bluff roll to try to trick the mushroom men: 1d20+21 = 33

And off Oz went, and off the rest of them followed, into the caves of the mushroom mountaints, into the stench of the vile place. Pan decided to let Lorenzo go for now. He had smoked a strange leaf, that had turned him stranger still. And Oz had eaten a piece of strange fungi, making him strange as well. He half expected Penny to start drinking something that would make her strange, too. Just to complete the trio. It was indeed a rare feeling for him to be the sensible one, but it was at least a new experience to be dealing with those that were less sensible than him, for once. And so, off they went into the darkness, and four mushroom men appeared before them, from the walls. They had no eyes, so maybe they could be tricked? Who knew, it was worth a try at least! "Why, yes, indeed! We must protect the fun guy! Quick, you four, lead us to him right away, so that we might help you protect him!"

GM Talon would indeed have time to collect a sample, but he would have to move fast, if he wanted to have time to look at the body and the immediate area as well. The bruises on the man's face would at first glance appear to be caused by blunt force trauma. From the quick look that Talon had time for, he would guess that he had been hit repeteadly with a weapon, most likely some form of club. It would be impossible to tell his identity just from looking at him. And finally, the ground. There were faint traces of pink paint that had spilled, probably dripped from when it had been applied to the side of the train and the man in particular. A small trail of paint seemed to lead under the old train.

Results in IC. And a Notice check, please.

U.F.O. 777 paused for a moment, observing and watching, hovering before Sitara. This one was familiar. And the way it spoke! It was one of the designers! One of the makers! It felt something new now. Was this happiness? 777 quickly scanned the language. Sanskrit. It was in its language banks, part of the communication package that had been added to its systems so long ago. <"Greetings! This unit is designated Universal Field Operative 777."> It responded in the same language that it had been addressed in. It was an old subroutine, to respond in the same language as it was told, but it seemed proper to use when addressed by a designer! <"This unit has been lost for a long time. Repaired with Communion technology after near fatal mission to destroy enemy combatant. This unit placed itself in an inactive state to avoid being used against the Praetorians. Reactivated when signal from Central Intelligence ceased. This unit wishes to return to active duty."> Yes, this had to be happiness. A curious feeling! It felt like a tingle of electricity running through 777's body.

Let's see some IC description of how you're researching the crime scene, and an Investigation roll.

GM Talon was alone for now, but he was right to assume that it would only be a matter of time before the police arrived. And even shorter before the security guard would return. He would have to act fast if he wanted to investigate on his own. At first glance, the most obvious thing aside from the body, would of course be the spray painted letters. The chains that bound the man was heavy. Not something that one could easily have carried across the train yard without making any kind of noise. There were no blood around them, and it seemed unlikely that the man had been killed here. The question is, what would Talon look for, given his limited time?

The pig really seems to be enjoying what Charlemagne is doing!

GM "Yes, yes! William is indeed a noble beast! Are you not, are you not?" Charlemagne was practically tickling the pig's side by now, letting William to release a few excited squeals, before it rolled over, falling into the mud with a thundering sound, dust and mud flying everywhere, the clothing of Charlemagne and Oswald catching the brunt of it. As he cuddled the pig, Charlemagne produced a small knife, seemingly from nowhere. The pig let out excited squeals, like this was simply the best thing ever. "Would you care for a taste? It has been a while, after all, and William takes after his ancestor." Then he drove the knife into the pig's belly, causing it to release more excited squeals that almost sounded like it was laughing.

Can I get a notice check?

The Kinslayer - March 6th, Union Rail Yards, Greenbank (Talon)

OOC for this @secondling

GM Union Rail Yards March 6th, 10:30 PM The shock had slowly settled, but the old security guard that had been patrolling the rail yards was still rattled by what he had seen. Even now, as his flashlight illuminated the victim, he was trembling. He had seen his fair share of bad in the twenty-something years that he had worked security here, but seeing a body still sent a shiver up his spine. And this particular body was not just some poor man lying with a lead in his gut. No, this one was a man, dressed in a nice suit, strung up on the side of one of the old, unused train cars. The thing was supposed to have been scrapped years ago, but it had just been pushed back. No rush, didn't cost them anything. The victim was hanging on the side of the train. His arms were stretched up, bound in heavy chains that went around the train, going under it where they were attached to his feet. His suit still looked nice, still looked fine, but blood had seeped into it from his wrists and ankles, where the bands on the chains had cut into his skin and flesh. The man's face was a massive bruise. He had been beaten to death, it seemed. But perhaps most stunning was the the five letters that had been painted across the train and the man, in bright pink. T A L O N. The security guard was quick to call it in to the police. The rumors of what had happened would spread quickly.

GM The lead squid turned away from Aquaria, to once more discuss the events in hushed hues of color with its fellow squid. Greens, orange, some yellow. A brief flash of red. Then it turned back to Aquaria once more, glowing in orange and green, motioning towards the lights that could be their ship. Follow us, and we will give you the air breathers. They would move, the lead squid taking the lead, with one armed squid between it and the group, the last one following behind the group, if they choose to follow.

Oswald was speaking nonsense, Lorenzo was as troublesome as he had been until now, and Boddyflock and his men were little help. They wanted to move, they wanted to get on with the cutstabbing. Pan could understand that. He was, himself, quite eager to cutstab Lorenzo right about now, but he relented. He did not like Lorenzo, and though Oswald's tone was clearly accusing, Pan was not quite sure what Lorenzo was being accused of. "My dear Lorenzo, you have already proven that it is the only type of problem resolution that you seem to understand," Pan replied, his tone almost sickly sweet. "Now tell me, what is the serpent leaf that the wizard spoke of?"

GM The children followed Lament into the fog. He would hear a soft song, a voice that he would recognize. The Bog Wife, once more! And yet, if he followed the song, he would not find her, but rather, find his way back to the mortal world, away from the world of stories, myths and fairy tales. For a moment, the world seemed drab, dark and boring. Even as Christmas approached, this was a different world once more. Their own world. And Lament and the children would soon see the light of the buildings and the Royal Arena. Now all that was left for the Sultan of Sorrow was to lead the children home.

Right. Not unless Robin broke the law. She still kept on eye on Kidd as she tried to help the bodyguard. As the clean up began, Robin watched. Jackson was still filming, Kidd was showboating, and Robin? Robin was trying very hard to decide what to do about Kidd. Blowfish was lawyering up, but for now at least, that was out of her hands. She had delivered him, had gotten him caught on live camera actually shooting at people, and ordering his goons to shoot at them. That had to count for something. And they had Amber, if Kidd could remember to get her. Justice was standing a bit away as Blowfish was led away, eventually retracting her armor and disappearing into the crowds. She had done what she could right now. Wasn't that the best she could hope for? But still, she knew she would have to do better. And she would have to find out how to deal with Kidd, Blowfish and the Wall at some point.

It was late now, and Robin was still at the university. Practically no one was around at this time of the night, and that just made it easier to work on her armor and tools. No utility belt yet, but she'd get to it eventually. For now, she needed to improve her suit. She wanted to be a hero, then she needed to be able to stand up to people like Blowfish and Kidd again. And then her phone pinged with the alert she had set up. Terrifica had answered. Pausing her work at tuning the engines in the leg parts of her armor, she looked at the phone. And smiled. She had done it right, then. At least as far as Terrifica was concerned. Benefit of doubt, have to extend trust. Yes, that was what she liked doing. What she had been doing until now. Keep it up, then? And she read on. As far as Terrifica was concerned, Robin had two options, then. The probably easier way, try to catch Kidd. Or be his Jiminy Cricket. Save people, not just fight crime. Maybe? She honestly wasn't sure. Kidd could have just been tricking her from the start, but maybe he was good guy. It had given her something to think about, at least. She breathed out softly, then turned back her work on the suit.

Young again, no longer old. It had all been a dream. Pan opened his eyes and sat up. He could see the others waking up too. He lingered on Ashley for a moment. Until now, while he had gotten along with her fine enough, she had not really been that interesting, had she? But that dream, the image of the Raven and the destruction around them, and the way everything else had been a mix of the children's dreams and his own... well, now Ashley had started to become interesting. But it was probably something for another day, and another time. He flew across the room, landing by Victoria and gave her a quick hug. He was not about to let a misadventure such as this mess anything up for the young girl. No, she was much too bright a light for that. Laughter would soon replace the tears.

Just a quick update: I have not forgotten this, will start it eventually. Everyone that's applied is in, with the plan being to start in one thread, then split into two once the action starts.

As I brought up on discord, I've been toying with the idea of giving Justice a few alternate armors that she could switch between, potentially within the same thread, but I want to make sure that its not anything that will turn it into just a swiss army knife. I was thinking something along the lines of 3-5 forms, and I'm completely fine with going as low as its deemed necessary to make it work, if possible. So, as TA suggested, here's a quick mock up of how it could work. The different forms give some different powers, and plays a bit around with trade offs. I've included the entire device. Thoughts? Device 5 ("Justice Driver"; 25 PP Container; Flaws: Action [Free], Hard-To-Lose; Feats: Restricted 2 [Only you can use], Subtle) [18PP] (Invention, Technology) Armor Change Array 10.5 (21PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 2, Drawback: Action [Move]) [22PP] (Z-Space) BP: Alternate Form 5 ("Justice Armor"; 21PP Alternate Form) {21/21PP} Damage 8 ("Justice Kick"; Feats: Knockback, Mighty) [10PP] (Impact Damage Type) Enhanced Feats 1 (Improved Initiative) [1PP] Enhanced Stats 4 (Strength+4) [4PP] Enhanced Trait 4 ("Enhanced Attack"; Attack Bonus+2) [4PP] Protection 2 [2PP] AP: Alternate Form 5 ("Stealth Armor"; 25PP Alternate Form) {21/21PP} Concealment 6 ("Stealth Field"; Options: All Visual, All Auditory) [12PP] (Technology) Enhanced Feats 1 (Improved Initiative) [1PP] Enhanced Trait 4 ("Enhanced Attack"; Attack Bonus+2) [4PP] Enhanced Trait 4 ("Enhanced Defense"; Defense Bonus+2) [4PP] AP: Alternate Form 5 ("Blaster Armor"; 25PP Alternate Form) {21/21PP} Blast 6 ("Justice Blaster") [12PP] (Impact Damage Type) Enhanced Feats 1 (Improved Initiative) [1PP] Enhanced Trait 2 ("Enhanced Attack"; Attack Bonus+1) [2PP] Flight 2 ("Jetpack") [4PP] Protection 2 [2PP] Enhanced Stats 4 (Constitution+4) [4PP]