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Robin could hear everything that Jack Jackson was saying. Of course she could, he was making sure that everyone could hear what he was saying, after all. It probably came with all his experience. He was kind of a public speaker, he wanted everyone to notice him. It was how he made money, how he stayed relevant. But the guy that he wanted to talk to... No way, that was Blowfish! Did that guy have an interest in this too? He was supposed to be a mobster or something like that. Bad news. Maybe it was time for someone to bring some justice to this place, Jack Jackson being present or not... and then things started escalating. Construction workers started swinging their sledgehammers around, and they really didn't seem to like all the protesters, Jack Jackson or the Blowfish. Just a matter of time before someone got hurt, probably. It probably wasn't smart, not with Jack Jackson around, but... someone needed to bring some justice to this scene. And she had to do what was right. It wasn't like anything else should matter, right? Still... Robin sighed as she reached into her jacket and pulled out her domino mask. She did not look forward to what Jack Jackson would have to say. Mask on, dark blue jacket open, revealing a red shirt with a golden star on it. Her jeans and boots would be fine, pretty standard. And so, Justice stepped forward from her hiding place, heading towards the construction workers. "Hey guys, no reason to swing those around. It'll be a ton of trouble for everyone if you hit someone by accident."

Knowledge [Streetwise], cus of Eidetic Memory: 1d20+5 = 16

Using skill mastery to take 10, so Notice 20.

No roll needed, should be possible with Rev's abilities.

Well, that was just disgusting. They tried to summon a succubus. Even on Neverworld, there were those that tried to speak with demons, and it appeared that they had the same names as here. Pan's face clearly showed his disgust, the previously friendly smile shifting into a frown. It was bad enough to seek the counsel of demons, but the reasons! The reasons just made it even worse! What kind of horny fool would risk just not his own life, but the life of his friends!? Pan was actively fuming, about to rip into Sam, when the young would-be succubus lover screamed. It was an inhuman scream, a nightmarish scream. And then it was not Sam anymore, was it? It looked like him, but it was just something that wore him, like one would wear a shirt a few sizes too small. The lights flickered. Pan's friends was in danger, but Sam had made it quite clear that they needed the book that the Sam-thing now grasped in its clawed fingers! There were but one choice, if he were to keep the book safe! Pixie Dust gathered around the creature that was once a horny would-be demon lover, preparing to turn solid and catch it in glowing bands, if he could catch it unaware. Sadly, the Sam-thing was quicker than he had hoped. Noticing Pan's attempt at capture, it jumped straight up to the ceiling. If Pan had to compare, it looked almost like a frightened cat. If they got Sam out of this, Pan would have a few choice words for him.

Let's go with some Binding Bands. Attack Roll: 1d20+10 = 21 DC 20 Reflex save to avoid being Tangled or Bound, if it hits. (I know the profile says Toughness, but that's an error I'll get fixed on my next update)

OOC for this. Information on Royal Arena, for anyone interested.

GM December 7th 2018 7 PM Royal Arena, Copenhagen The Danish winter was, as it almost always was, cold, windy and wet. Still, it was December! Christmas lights were hung all over Denmark, celebrations had started. Gifts were being bought, Santa was visiting stores. Advent calenders were being opened, and Christmas trees bought. And Christmas dinners and parties were as popular as ever. Almost every business, office or shop held one. Those had not prepared far in advance were left with little luck. Almost everyone went to one such party. And yet, on this day, December 7th, a Friday, which would usually be one of the busiest days for Christmas dinners, they were left empty. For on this day, the Royal Arena was absolutely packed. Every single seat in the arena was filled, with children and adults of all ages. For Zombo! had come to town, to put on his frightfully spectacular Christmas show! One night only, this night only! 16.000 seats filled, all excited, all waiting for Zombo! to begin! And something else was watching. Something older.

GM The message that he received came from a blocked number, about four hours after Oswald had returned home. Whoever had sent the message, whether it was the man with the dancing knives or someone else, obviously did not want Oswald to have a way to contact them. It had not the most expedient message, but it would have to do. The message was an address in Bridgepoint, not too far from Archetech West. A quick search on a map would show that the address didn't hold any houses, and in fact, the area held a number of similar technological giants. Nothing that would suggest a mysterious menagerie of monsters. Still, it was all that Oswald had to go on. If Oswald made his way to the address, he would indeed find what appeared to be a grand building. The local office of some international tech giant, whose identity did not matter to Oswald's search. It was modern, built recently. Far later than the rumors about the menagerie had first begun. There was something that was interesting, however. On the side of the building, far away from the main entrance, was a door. With the same number as the address in the text message, the number 13, placed in a great cursive. The door seemed to be made out of oak. It was decorated with golden lilies. The handle seemed to be pure silver.

And the girl had just zipped away again, leaving Robin standing. Probably didn't even hear her. Well, alright. Completely fine. She would just keep browsing, then, buuuut... that commotion near the front was starting to sound pret-ty interesting. Robin's curiosity got the better of her, and she went closer, seeing one of the employees talking to a man in a really nice suit. She couldn't quite make out what they were saying from her position a bit away, but the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. And then she recognized the man. She at least managed to hold back the squee that built, instead of just going with the incredibly dignified "Omigod you're Asad!" A real, life super hero, right here! This was awesome!

Fail by 7, so that's Dazed and Bruise. And Facsimile is in free fall, unless he or Rev does something!

If I understand it right, you can use the HP for that effect. The message will arrive at some point within the next 12 hours. How much time you spend is up to you, but Oz will feel a certain urgency, like if he doesn't react to it quickly, then the chance will be lost.

Facs was fast. Clock was ticking, the count going lower and lower with every second. "22... 21... 20... 19... "Could he prevent the damage in time, as he rocketed towards the sky? Carrying the fallen platform, as it threatened to self-destruct in his hands? "14... 13... 12" Would he be able to get out of reach of any and all of the tall buildings that surrounded Wading Way? "9... 8... 7..." He was fast. His borrowed power catapulted him into the sky, like a shooting star in reverse. "5... 4... 3..." And he was fast enough. "2... 1... Goodbye." The explosion was deafening. It was not one of the biggest the city had seen, but if it had exploded on ground level, the damage could have been immense. Windows were blown out on the upper floors of the nearby buildings, the shockwave barely reaching the ground. And as for Facsimile? What was his fate?

Facs: +1 HP for his heroic sacrifice. And I'll consider that a direct hit, so can I get a Toughness save?

The man happily accepted Oswald's cash. After all, was he not a salesman? And if some information could make him a sale, then should he not? His smile remained broad. Perhaps a bit too broad for what it should be. He quickly gathered some choice long pig, freshly prepared. He placed it in a black plastic tray, quickly folding a piece of thin plastic over it, to protect it contents. Then into a brown paper bag, which he ended over to Oswald. "Here you go, my friend! You should receive a message before long! Make your preparations, mind your step, and may fortune favor you!" It would be a bit longer than Oswald had anticipated, before he received a message. But it gave him time to make his preparations. And to make sure that Astra had not wandered off. How he would choose to spend his time, was entirely up to Oswald.

OOC for this.

GM December 7th, 2018 11:30 PM Southside, Freedom City There were those who slept soundly at night. There were those who spent the Friday night partying. And there were those that hunted. And there were those that were hunted. Duab had been hearing rumors about Southside lately. Men, women and children, taken in the night. Taken from the streets, taken from their homes. It had not been enough to reach any major news yet. After all, it was mostly poor families that were targeted. Perhaps the abducters was connected to the ones that had taken Duab's family. Perhaps they were not. In any case, this was something that might draw Duab's attention. The snow fell silently, masking the injustice that was happening in the night. Who would be the next target? What family would be torn apart next? Or would a blind huntsman step in to save the day?

Chatting with SuperCape in the chat inspired me to do an ocean focused thread, preferably starring some sea based heroes (and any others that might be interested). I'm still putting together the exact ideas, but wanted to test the waters. So, anyone interested? EDIT: Gonna be going with a max of 3 characters here. I'll pick the ones that'll fit best.

It felt kind of good to get the last word in. Maybe Mrs. Doors just needed someone to talk back at her every once in a while, and she would be much nicer? Robin smiled a bit about the thought, then went on with her work. She had a 3D printer to check on, and a meeting to get to later. --- Without getting too close the commotion, Robin had managed to get to the Sunny Sunshine Immigrant Centre, looking at the events from a bit away as the protesters began to gather. No reason to get too closely mixed up in that whole mess, but she had to stay close enough to keep an eye on them. Somebody might need a hero to show up. Spotting Jack Jackson, Robin winced. He looked almost exactly like when she had last seen him on tv with Lucas Jr., even if it was years ago. He kept himself looking young, kept to the same style. He wasn't some fancy news reporter, he wasn't above the people, he was one of them. While she couldn't really hear what he was saying, Robin decided it would be better to stay back, with her grey hoodie pulled up around her face. No reason to get caught on camera here, after all.

Initiative: 1d20+9 = 17

"But isn't that refuge center built exactly because of a community spirit?" She could use Mrs. Doors own words against her, if need be. Robin's own family might not be immigrants, but she had several friends that were. And really, given the mix of people in Emerald City, Mrs. Doors views seemed a bit behind the curve. Robin placed her hands on her hips as she spoke. She was not going to back down now! "Sure, and democracy is great! It means we all get to be heard, but it also means that we don't start fighting when we don't get our way, if the majority decision ended up being against you, right? I mean, there's no reason for hard feelings, just because the others won, right? Protesting, making your voice heard and all, but you can still be civil about it. Right?" Robin doubted Mrs. Doors would be violent in her protests. She just wasn't built for something like that, even if people could surprise you, but it still felt good to try and point that out to her. It wasn't like everyone just wanted to be civil at gatherings like that.

The leaves were everywhere in this room. This was it, then. Setho's seat of power. His domain. He had the home field advantage here, but they knew that already. The statues were strange. Even stranger than before. Just looking at them made Cassidy feel weird. Out of sorts with himself. And there was Setho. Ready for them, waiting for them. No chance of surprising him, then. And they had come to a when after he had first found them. Figures. Of course the Mesa wouldn't try to make this easy for them. Looking at his companions, it was clear what the Lemurians wanted to do. Spears and fangs. They would kill Setho, if given the chance. Fine, if it came to that. He was not about to stop them. Cassidy looked to Venomax. "We gotta be ready, if he calls more vermin. And that snake around him doesn't look too kind." Cassidy had his own plans. Find out if Setho was really here. And go straight for him. Be quick, be strong. Hit him as hard as he could, as quick as he could.

"I never doubted that you would, Mrs. Doors!" Robin's tone was as cheerful as always. She honestly didn't doubt that Mrs. Doors would go and do her part, no matter how much Robin might agree or disagree. The woman just wanted to be important, and even more than that, she wanted everyone else to think that she was an important, upstanding citizen. But... Maybe Robin would actually like to debate this, instead of always letting Mrs. Doors get the last word in? Maybe just this once? "I don't really see the big deal, I guess. We gotta help people in need, don't we? What if you were in their situation, and there had been some kind of war here, and you were in need? Wouldn't you want somebody to help you out?" Her tone had gone a bit harder than usual. Maybe some of the things she had seen and done since she started calling herself Justice was rubbing off on her a little bit? She could still be a hero without being a doormat, couldn't she?

"Yes, the youtube is quite useful, is it not? Here, give me your number, and I shall see what I can do." It did not seem that the butcher wanted to share his own information. And truly, why would he? He was not the one inquring about information, after all. "Oh, that is something you will have to decide for yourself, is it not? Whatever you think of the menagerie, I am not one to judge. I supply feed, and happily so. It is good for business, if nothing else." He still smiled. "And I am sorry, but I hope that you do not look upon me with unkindness, but I would rather not they found out just who told you about the menagerie. Bad for business, you understand." The man still smiled. "Now... as a token of good faith, and trust that I will deliver... what will you have, my friend?" He gestured to the booth behind him. Beyond anything else, it seemed that he was a businessman.

GM As it just so happened, Dr. Midas' armor did enhance his strength. "Brat! Get off me!" It wasn't easy, but he managed to use the brute force that his suit apparently gave him. It was impressive, in its own way. He actually managed to physically untangle himself, pulling Rev's hands off him, before letting go and staggering a few steps to the side. Never let it be said that he gave up easy. The clock was ticking on the bomb. It wouldn't take Facsimile long to get out of there with the power of the rockets that he had copied from Rev... but would it be fast enough? And would he be tough enough to withstand the blast, if he couldn't get out of the way fast enough?