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If course, Facsimile choose the only option, moving straight towards the platform. Now, all he had to decide was how exactly he would try to deal with it? And to avoid Dr. Midas. "Leave my platform alone! It is sensitive scientific equipment! Someone like you would not understand!" Even with the heavy electronic modulation, the voice sounded shrill and ranting. The good doctor was used to getting his way, and he was not happy with heroes, even ones as young as Facsimile and Rev, getting in his way. Raising one armored gauntlet, he flew towards the now metallic hero. A laser blast, golden in color of course, flew from the gauntlet, sailing right past Facsimile's head. The second armored thug seemed like he was starting to have some second thoughts, at least. Looking up at his boss, then at Rev, he moved towards his brother, bending down to check on him.
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Completely forgot: Hero Points to both of you for the falling platform. Ex: How are you attempting to stop the platform? Catch it? Land on it and try to control it? Anyway, Dr. Midas takes a shot at Facs, -6 because he tries to avoid hitting the platform, meaning he just misses: 1d20+12-6 = 19 Armor thug 2 advances on Rev, but keeps a bit of distance. No attacks just yet.
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The zombie-like appearance still chilled Robin. He was like something out of a zombie apocalypse movie, just much more eloquent, and less about eating brains. Robin was aware that Finnigan had a point. If he had to do something to actually survive his curse and reverse it, then yeah, he needed money. Warlocks and sorcerers needed money too, she supposed, but again. You do something, you always have a choice. You hurt others to get what you want, or you find another, better path. It might not be possible, it might not be comfortable, but Robin believed that, at least. "But you're still going about it the wrong way. Stealing like this, using the kids like this? There's bound to be someone coming down hard on you. You might be immortal, but the kids are just kids. Unless you want to create some kind of zombie epidemic and spread your curse to the kids, then what? You're gonna use them as shields, if it comes to that? Is that really what you want to do? Or just run, leave them to take the fall?" He was still circling. He seemed more aggresive. Robin was still following, trying to see him in the dark. One digit, all that she needed. A single secret character. Then she would be armored up and ready. "You could have gone about it in many other ways. You talk about underworld magicians. I know that there's heroic magic people out there. You could have tried reaching out to any of them, I'm sure they would have been happy to try and find a way to help you!" Robin realized something else. He had been desperate to survive. The way she had understood earlier, the curse was a side effect, something he could not possibly have known, but the way he spoke of a magical underworld, he had chosen to use what would be considered dark magic. Robin was aware that she knew absolutely nothing about how all of this worked in the real world, but honestly, if something was called dark magic, then it had to be bad. And he had to have made a decision to look for aid in the dark, instead of the light. Despite what he preached, Finnigan really was a bad guy. There was no doubt about it anymore.
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Only krill and shrimp. And yet, it was all alone now. A single, rainbow colored fish, all alone in all of these tanks filled with water. Pan looked at it for another moment. He could try prodding it with an image of another fish, see how it reacted, but that didn't seem like the best idea. This was a mystery, after all, and aside from its name, diet and it being smaller than the dartfish's missing friends, he knew little about it. "So, why leave this one behind? To my admittedly untrained eye, it appears quite exotic. And exotic means rare and valuable on this world, does it not? So, what makes this fish so different from the rest in here?" Pan was maybe enjoying this a bit too much, his eyes still fixed on the rainbow colored fish, as if he was afraid it would disappear if he stopped watching it.
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"So, are we using light and darkness as a metaphor, or as actual light and darkness now?" Finnigan had started circling her now, staying in the shadows. It was getting harder to see him. She considered just reaching into the backpack and pulling out the goggles, but no reason to let him know about those just yet. "Because either way, you might not be holding an actual gun in your hand, but you sure got a metaphorical gun to them. See, I've been thinking these last few days. You're in a bad situation, I got that. You said it yourself: You taught them their skills, and you taught them your philosophy. You taught them that they're just society's junk, when they could be so much more." What she intended to do with him? She still wasn't sure. Finnigan had shown that he couldn't really be trusted already. If they'd just been stealing food or something to survive, it would be much easier to decide. Fine, let them go then. Robin Hood and all that, but stealing valuables to get luxury for themselves? She couldn't allow that, could she? This was all way harder to figure out than on television. Robin shook her head. "That all depends on you. From what I've heard and learned around here, you've pretty much indoctrinated these kids to follow your philosophy. I'm not gonna claim I'm some kind of perfect saint, but what you've been doing there is wrong. You try and make it sound like you and the kids are playing at being Robin Hood, but you're really just out for yourselves. I don't want to fight you." He was still circling, and she was trying to follow him. To prove her point, she reached into her shirt and pulled out the Justice Buster. It had felt heavy under her hoodie. It still felt heavy now. "But I will stop you if I have to!" She entered most of the code necessary for starting up the Justice Driver on her phone. Another digit, and the suit would appear. She was ready.
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Justice Robin Lynne Langley is Justice. A relatively new hero, she has decided to do her part to make up for the lack of super heroes in Emerald City. Heavily inspired by television shows starring heroes, particularly Japanese Tokusatsu shows, Robin has set out to learn how to be a hero, using her self-made powered suit. Bright, friendly and dedicated, Robin does her best to become the best hero she can be, learning just what justice means to her along the way. History Robin Lynne Langley grew up admiring the exploits of heroes from a young age, both those imaginary and real. She followed the exploits of all her favorite heroes on television, be it cartoons, live action from super human battles or live action shows starring imaginary heroes. She was particularly inspired by the Tokusatsu heroes of Japanese television. Admiration turned to dreams. Robin lived in Emerald City, the one city that did not seem to have any heroes. Robin wanted to be the person to change that. Robin became a highly competive gymnast, participating in several competitions, before leaving that behind, though still training privately. She honed her aim with her father or alone at firing ranges. Highly intelligent, Robin would seek out knowledge that would let her create the tools she felt needed to become a hero. That is not to say that Robin lived solely for her dream of becoming a hero. She had friends. She had her family. She lived a full life, but still, her dream was to become a hero. Then the impossible happened: The Emerald Spider appeared. Emerald City finally had their own hero. Robin was inspired once more. If Emerald City could have one hero, then surely, the city could have two. Her work continued. She quickly progressed, earning a master's degree at Emerald City University, and started work on her PhD. She got the use of extensive facilities at Emerald City University, and finally, Robin was able to create the device that she dubbed the Justice Driver. It was just the Alpha version, but it had to be good enough, and come Halloween 2018, it had to be, as Justice had to be the one person that stood between a monster and athe people of Emerald City. With much of Robin's understanding of heroics coming from television and fiction, she is bound to face conflicts that are not as black and white. Her morality will be tested, and she will have to choose the path to take, and just what justice means to her. Costume and Appearance Robin is a slender, dark haired brunette with green eyes. She wears glasses and tends to dress in casual clothing, such as jeans and t-shirts, usually with logos or pictures of cartoons or super heroes, both real and fictional. As Justice, Robin has two different looks, depending on whether she has activated the Justice Driver. The only set part of her costume before activating the Justice Driver is a red domino mask, with which she wears suiting clothes, usually tending towards dark pants and a long-sleeved red shirt, while tying her hair into a pony tail. She wears the red Justice Driver belt with this. When Robin activates the Justice Driver, she is covered in the gold and red Justice suit, which covers her entire body, being almost skin-tight. The middle of Robin's front is golden, with the sides being red. The gold ends in golden boots near her feet. She still wears the red Justice Driver belt, breaking up the gold in the front. The gold covers her shoulders, while her arms are red, except for gold bracers around her writers and golden fingers. She uses a red star as a logo in the middle of her chest. The mask is completely red, except for golden one-way glass for the eyes, which seems to be a part of a gold faceplate that covers her mouth and nose. As the Justice Driver and the suit is still being developed, the actual appearance changes frequently. Powers Robin posses no super human powers of her own, but she is a genius of several disciplines, which has allowed her to create several gadgets that she use to fight crime, chief among them the Justice Buster, a powerful one handed ranged weapon, and the Justice Driver, which covers her body in an armor that grants Robin an ever expanding and evolving suite of super human abilities, focused primarily around enhancing Robin's physical abilities. She has also been known to create gadgets necessary for a given task, if given the necessary time and resources. Allies Family Anna Grace Langley: Robin's mother. A respected doctor at the Emerald City University Medical Center. Lucas James Langley: Robin's father. A teacher of philosophy at Emerald City University. Lucas Jr. Alexander Langley: Robin's two years older brother. Lucas Jr. studies law in Freedom City, his once close relationship with his sister having detoriated due to the distance. Mark Travis Langley: Robin's 20 years younger brother. A surprise to the family, Mark is much beloved and more than a bit spoiled by his older sister. Dorothy 'Dottie' Minerva Langley: Robin's paternal grandmother. Robin's confidante, the only person she has told about her dual identity. Unknown to Robin, the octogenerian was active as the super hero Miss Step in the 70'es, and she has tried to subtly use her experience to guide Robin. The Justice Driver Robin's greatest invention, according to herself, is the Justice Driver. Appearing simply as a fancy red belt, the driver hides a battlesuit that can be activated through a special program on Robin's phone. When Robin activates the program function to activate the Justice Driver, the battlesuit expands from the belt and covers her entire body in less than a second. The current abilities of the battlesuit is only what Robin considers the Alpha 1 version, the first stable build. She has plans for many future expansions to the Justice Driver system, as soon as she figures out how to add the functionality while retaining portability. Timeline 2018 Fall October 31st: Gone != Forgotten: Justice debuts on Halloween! November 1st to 4th: Busy Little Fingers: Following a rash of thievery on Halloween, Justice encounters Finnigan's Fingers and the Gas Man, as she struggles with figuring out what path to take, and what justice will ultimately mean to her. November 12th: A Place for Everything: Robin attends the opening of Silberman's Northwest in Emerald City. November 28th: aMaZo: Justice teams up with Mag-Might. Concept & Design Notes A fangirl becomes a Kamen Rider of her own making, filtered through Western super hero tropes.
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Pan followed Corinne's movements, oblivious to the world around them. For once, his concentration was completely focused on just one thing, one action, one person. Even with everything else that was going on around them, he remained focused on just Corinne. He had not noticed Micah's discomfort, and despite what his roommate might think, he had simply taken Corinne up on the offer to try something new, and he was having fun now. He was all smiles as he Corinne spun him, the hand over his head. This was more like the formal dances back on Neverworld, highly choreographed and planned. He had seen many being spun like that, even if he had never participated. "You're good at this!" He shifted hands, moving back and swinging her slightly out, before bringing Corinne in close for a moment, before letting her lead again. "Ever danced on air?" he asked. He honestly did not know Corinne's powers, and it might be possible that she had. So many here could fly, it was not nearly as unique as back home.
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He kept to the fact that he didn't control the kids, that he had taught them not to trust authority. And just why was that? Was it just because of his sickness, or was there something more behind it? Something else that was behind his reason for being like this? For doing these things? Finnigan was not just out for survival, he had made sure to tell her that. He wanted more, which, really, was part of the definition of a bad guy. You take something from someone else to better yourself, without their consent. What did it matter how much he took for himself? He had still taught these kids how to become thieves. It wasn't just the practical lessons, either. He had taught them a philosophy. Robin was starting to realize just how dangerous Finnigan might be, and not just because of his curse. No matter what he said, no matter what the reasons he had told her, he had preyed on these kids, and he had taught them to be like him. "I heard some of your kids talking on the way in here. Why do you keep them in the shadows?" It wouldn't matter to comment on the amount of wealth he had shown her. Just because she couldn't see it, didn't mean it was not there.
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The vortex of air engulfted the flying platform, sending it flying upwards, but Dr. Midas had seen his shot and jumped from it. Golden wings had now extended from his armor, a few exhaust panels on the back now releasing a stready stream of energy, holding him airborne. The platform he had flown in on where not quite so lucky, however. It was sent tumbling through the air, falling towards the fleeing people in the streets. It was moving fast, everything that had kept it aloft the moment before now throwing it towards the ground at high speed one moment, upwards or to the side the next, in a chaotic pattern as it had lost any semblance of control the moment that Dr. Midas left it. What would the heroes choose to do? Stop the falling platform, or Dr. Midas and his armored thugs?
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Dr. Midas reflex save: 1d20+8 = 17 So, opposed trip save 1d20+3 = 23 Dr. Midas remains standing! But his platform goes down, falling right towards the people on the street! Let me know how you deal with it!
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Finnigan was even creepier than last time. He was clearly feeling much better. Maybe he had been affected by the Gas Man's gas bombs after all, even if he hadn't seemed like it. He was quite a bit more insulting this time, too. He tried to be, at least, but Robin actually liked the wild west comparision, even if it was clearly meant to be derisive. She still put on a smile. He was wronging rights, yeah. He admitted it before she had even asked the question. She palmed her phone in her hand, inside a pocket in her hoodie. She had the program ready to run, if Finnigan was going to cause trouble. "Sure, been dispensing all the justice." No reason to tell him about the flu. "And yeah, that's the word. You haven't exactly kept your word, have you?" This was probably were the fight was going to start, if it was a tv show. Maybe try and talk first? "So, now what? You've pretty clearly shown that I can't trust you. Even if you and the kids don't feel like stopping, you're still hurting people." There had to be another way, but it wasn't like she could force others to change. And if she couldn't, well... she had to stop them.
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Pan might have little technical knowledge about either technology or magic, but he still listened, to the degree that he could understand. He could understand the story of it all, at least, even if not the technical specifics. And the story was interesting. Bellios sounded almost alive, the way that Nicole described the armor. It was interesting how magic and technology did not mix in this world. He had not even thought about it that way. On Neverworld, the mix was as natural as anything. It was more rare to see magic and technology that was not interwined in some way. Curious, but not the subject for now. "Your armor, Bellios. Is it alive, in some way? They way you are talking about it, it doesn't sound quite like just an armor, at least." The gesture to her legs, and the explanation for actually being able to move. Not being able to move freely, not to have the freedom, that would probably be one of the worst experiences he could imagine. And it brought another realization. "I'm sorry if I step over the line, and I apologize if I do, but your work on Bellios, and using it as you do, is it in part to help you move?" He was not quite sure about how sensitive Nicole were about the subject, and he did not wish to offend.
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The remaining thug got to his feet, glaring back and forth between the other two. He didn't respond to Facsimile's taunt, instead simply weighing his options. Two against one didn't seem good, and his brother was not about to get up any time soon. The only thing he could really hope for was his boss showing up. And as luck would have it for him, the boss did finally reach them. "What is taking you so long? It is just a pair of kids!" A somewhat shrill, heavily modulated voice called out from above, the flying platform having finally reached them. It had not exactly moved fast to get there. The armored man standing atop the flying platform was perhaps even more shiny than the two thugs. His armor, while somewhat similar in appearance, seemed more advanced, and it had several gem stones imbedded, shining in all the colors of the rainbow in the waning sunlight. Even heavily modulated, the contempt was clear in his voice.
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Alright, current standings. Adding a bruised to Armor Thug 2 from hitting the car. Armor Thug 2 uses a move action to get up, but he's too far away away to make an attack against either, so he keeps he gets ready to charge instead. Armor Thug 1: Unconscious Armor Thug 2: 24 - Bruised Rev: 15. HP 2 - Bruised, Staggered. Facs: 11 HP 0 - Unharmed And behold! Dr. Midas! Joining in at initiative 1d20+3 = 8
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Well, so much for being sneaky. She had barely spotted Finnigan before he noticed her too. It was kind of weird how he was counting money like that. Sure, kept the mind sharp and all that, and if they were stealing, and he wanted a cut from all of the thieves... Well, made sense. Still seemed well beyond creepy, though. "Evenin', Finnigan." She put on a friendly tone. Maybe they could still talk things out. "Just had to make my way to you. Didn't want to slip on anything." They couldn't all see that well in the dark, after all. She approached, while keeping her distance. No Gas Man to distract him or drop random gas grenades now, so maybe they could just have a small talk. Figure things out. No shooting or fighting. He looked different, though. More alive, less like a zombie. Just slender, instead of like he was dying. Did the light have something to do with it? Or just if he exhausted himself? It would be nice to figure out. "How have you been?" Start out nice, ask the harder questions later. That'd be good, yeah. Robin really hoped so, at least.
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Right. Setho the mad sorcerer. And Abdul had willingly followed him? That probably told Cassidy the last few pieces he had liked to find out about Abdul. Not knowing their exact stance on Setho was troublesome. They could hate the bastard, or they could be his freaking cheerleaders. At least they recognized the leaf and knew exactly who Setho was, from the sound of it. The only thing they could understand. He glanced over at Venomax. "Get ready. This will probably either make them our best friends ever, or make them want to kill us." He turned his attention back on the snakemen atop the dinosaurs. A phrase he had never thought he would come to consider. Cassidy shifted the leaf, from holding it between two fingers to the palm of his hand, clearly showing it to the snakemen. This was it, then. Friends or enemies. He closed his fist, utterly crushing the dried leaf in it.
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Stealth roll: 1d20+2 = 19
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Robin really couldn't supress her frown. She tried, but no luck. These two were a lost cause, it seemed. Nothing would get them out of this short of a better opportunity. Actually... that might be an idea there, for the future. Something to think about, at least. "Alright, suit yourself. Just don't do anything that'll make me come down on you. Or someone worse." She let the implication of the last part hang a bit. The Gas Man, sure, but if they kept this up to the same degree as before, he would probably be the least of their worries. Instead, she continued into the building, down into the basement. It was much more sparsely lit, but for now, Robin kept from using the night goggles. She might have better use for them later, if Finnigan kept to the shadows still. So, down into the basement she went, still moving carefully. The two thieves above might have alerted the rest, but she would deal with that when the time come. For now, down she went, into Finnigan's homefield.
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Pan light up in a smile at Nicole's suggestions. Sure, some of them had been tried before, with little effect. It was hard to pintpoint Neverworld, apparently. Still, it was nice to have a friend offer suggestions. Who knew, trying with someone else might yield different results? "Neverworld is amazing." Pan flatly stated. "I think so, at least. Hopefully, I will be able to show it to you and my other friends here on Earth some day. I'm happy for your suggestions, and we can perhaps try some once we get back to Claremont. Even if I have already tried, maybe we just didn't try with the right person." He had been tossed to and from in his life, but he Pan was still not one to give into despair. He was confident that he would find his way home some day, after all. His lit up in a grin again, he couldn't help but tease. "Still, there's no cell phones. I believe I know at least a few back at Claremont that would have trouble with that concept." He was happy to have friends willing to help him here, even if he did miss the Lost Heroes and his other friends back home. He smiled faintly at the awkward pat. "Thank you. I appreciate it, honestly." The melancholy and old tone was back, just for a second, only to be replaced with a wide grin. "I could tell hundreds of tales of Neverworld and my adventures, but honestly, enough about me! Come, tell me more about your adventures! And your marvelous armor! It is some kind of magical technology, is it not? A fusion of science and the mystical?"
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How long had his adventure gone on? He only had a simple explanation to her query of whether he was immortal, one that he delivered with a smile. "I don't know. I have been sixteen for a long time. I am, after all, the Forever Boy." He bowed with a quick flourish. The image of the Hooked Man made a bow much like it at the same time, only with more exaggeration, before both stood up straight again. Pan had not chosen the name himself, but it had stuck. Forever a boy, forever on an adventure. What else could he do but try to live his life to the fullest? He did not quite agree with Nicole's mention that not growing up being a thing that sucked, but he decided not to comment. The code for immortals were an interesting concept, however. Maybe he should try to find this Neanderthal, whatever that was. An interesting thought, at the very least. "I will give it some thought. Maybe I will try to reach out to them." He grimaced at the mention of Barrie. It was kind of strange, how they shared a name like that. Still, Pan found himself agreeing. "Oh, I've read the book. Watched all the movies I could find. Barrie was incredibly close with great many things." He paused, briefly, his tone turning more serious. "I'd still like to know just how he did that." As for the Native Americans, his tone turned lighter once more. "Not Native Americans, no. There's plenty of different native tribes living on the different islands all over Neverworld. Some with magical wisdom. Some with technological wisdom. Some with technomagical wisdom, even." He winked at Nicole at the last part, before deciding to continue his story. The image of the Hooked Man changed, instead showing two flying ships, what appeared to be cannonballs flying between them. Closer inspection would reveal that they were not simply balls of steel, but small technological wonders. Explosives, conceal technomagical robots, and even stranger. "The Hooked Man and part of his armada ambushed us. We were outnumbered, with nowhere to run, but we were heroes and legends, so of course we fought. What else could we do?" The image shifted closer to the ship, showing Pan and a group of others fighting pirates. "And of course, we were losing." Only Pan still stood, glowing sword in hand. The Hooked Man before him, blade in right hand raised. The image of Pan on the ship swung his sword, cutting off the Hooked Man's right hand at the wrist, the hand and sword falling from across the ship. "And then I took the Hooked Man's hand. He did not like that. I was sure my adventure would end there, but then..." The pirates are shown hitting and kicking Pan, as he lies helpless on the deck. From below the ship, a massive creature, easily standing at more than 300 feet tall, if the scale of the ship were to believed. A deep, rumbling sound, like the rhytmic beating of a drum, could be heard from the creature. "The crocodile found us." The awe and wonder were clear in Pan's voice. To call the creature a crocodile would be generous. It was a giant lizard, with a gaping, elongated maw, but it stood on two legs, with clawed hands in front. It was sort of blurred. Pan had not gotten a close look. And then, the image disappeared. "The next thing I know I woke up in Freedom City. I'm sure that the Lost Heroes escaped somehow. The Crocodile was supposed to defeat the Hooked Man, after all. But I would still like to know instead of believe." He lifted the cup to take some coffee. He needed something warm right now, he thought.
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Pan thought about it, his face brightening in a smile once more. "I think I get it. This world is what it is. You can find wonders if you seek them, if you are able and willing." He paused again, lying down in his bed with his grin remaining on his face. At the very least, his time on Earth seemed to hold a promise of excitement and new experiences. Maybe not like back home, but new experiences and adventures all the same. "I do believe I will like it here, my friend."
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More snakemen, shouting things that nobody alive could understand. Cassidy only caught the single word that they repeated. Setho. Of course. Likely, they were on the Snake's side. His guards, or something like that. While two of the riders were caught in Venomax's cloud, their leader had emerged unaffected. Cassidy knew that he should probably just go forward. Know the dinosaur out as quick as he could, then deal with the rider, but there was something about his tone that just seemed ever so slight off. Anger and confusion, that much was given. But the fear? What did he fear here? The four humans, something that shouldn't even exist yet? Or Setho? It was a gamle, but maybe there was a way to get out of this without fighting. Reaching into his pocket, Cassidy pulled out one of the leaves, holding it up so that the snakeman atop the dinosaur could see it. What he did next would depend on the reaction.
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Didn't like sunshine. Robin supressed a groan. She should've guessed. And she should've made some UV-light canon or something like that. They do stuff like that all the times on television and in the comics, and if he's some kind of vampire-zombie guy, then Finnigan would have to be affected by that. Really, she should have thought of it. Again, it stung a bit that they just called her "the hero", but hey, at least they recognized her for what she was. "Sorry, couldn't resist. And I already told you last time: Call me Justice." She stayed a bit away. Again, there was no reason to activate the full suit before necessary, and she didn't want them to try something again. They had proven to be combative. "Any ideas why Finnigan is paranoid like that? I want to understand what's going on here, I really do. It doesn't seem like a healthy relationship. A guy like that, commanding a bunch of kids like you. I get that you don't want to get into the system or something like that, but all of this, its just gonna lead to trouble. Just look at the Gas Man. He'd be fine with breaking all your bones. What if they call someone worse in on you? Its not exactly stealing to get food and survive that you're doing here."
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Pan mused a bit about the question. Did he ever get tired of adventure, discovering new things? Just for a second, then he shook his head. "No, not really. Life is all one big adventure, and I intend to live it to the fullest. It has served me well for a very long time." For a brief moment, his voice sounded much older, then it was gone, as he made a happy little jump. He followed her into the park. It was a nice shortcut. He could hear some animals in the bushes and trees, moving about their business, doing their best to keep an eye on Pan and Nicole, to make sure they were safe to be around. Kind of like the critters back home. That was probably a constant between the worlds. This "Emerald City" did indeed sound different than Freedom. It had a more subdued, less fantastic feel to it. It was kind of strange to know how much were hiding under the surface. He could only grin and nod at Nicole's view on the Toon Gang. It really was. The toons had been a chore to stop, nothing working right, and them defying physical laws to an even greater degree than Pan could. She wanted the tale, and he could tell her. No, he could do better! He could show Nicole what had happened! With a grin, he held out his hands. A small ship appeared, flying through the air. It was majestic. Two large masts with great sails. For a brief moment, Nicole could hear and feel the wind. "I was travelling with the Lost Heroes at the time. They were still on their never ending quest to find the Crocodile, so that they could defeat the Hooked Man." He was aware that she didn't know anything about them. "They were the greatest heroes of Neverworld. The Crocodile the greatest mystery, and our only hope of finally defeating the Hooked Man." The image changed, showing instead the Hooked Man in all his glory. He was tall, with long, dark hair. His dark goatee was finely trimmed. He was wearing a dark red coat over black clothes, a sword in his right hand, his left empty. He looked like a pirate, straight out of a picture book. Except for his eyes. The look in his eyes was intense, full of inhuman hatred. "I don't know the details, but he was once just a sailor in the Victori armada. Then something visisted him, something hooked him, and he became an unstoppable beast, leading a nations worth of Sky Pirates to plunder and pillage. So of course, someone had to stop him." He paused briefly. "With me so far?" This was probably the first time he had gone into this much detail in a long while.
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An aging martial arts master that worked some crap job. He'd been chosen to go and join this big martial arts thing Iron Fist style, but turns out that he sucked at it. Still, sucking at it still makes him a pretty effective fighter compared to regular people. PL8-9? The style/teachings are all about the duality Destruction and Creation: A true master can do both: A strike that shatters, another that creates. Shatterhand only ever mastered the Destruction aspect. He is great at breaking things, but he can't create them. Eventually thrown out of place where he was trained for starting fights and not progressing. Returned to Bedlam, tried to be a hero for a short while, before giving up. Has run a boxing gym since then, until something spurs him into action. Late 50'es/early 60'es, has grown since then, but incident that spurs him into action once again makes him the brawler that he used to be. And still, he can't create. Maybe give him a sidekick? Someone that hopes he'll be his master? Old Shatterhand Power Level: 12 Effective Power Level: 8 Power Points: 180/180PP Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: (Melee) ATK+2/DC-2, DEF+2/TOU-2 In Brief: X Catchphrase: X Theme: X Alternate Identity: X Birthplace: X Residence: X Base of Operations: X Occupation: X Affiliations: X Family: X DESCRIPTION Age: X Apparant age: X Gender: X Ethnicity: X Height: X’X’’ Weight: X lbs. Eyes: X Hair: X Physical description HISTORY X PERSONALITY & MOTIVATION X POWERS & TACTICS X POWER DESCRIPTIONS X COMPLICATIONS Complication: X. ABILITIES X + X + X + X + X + X = XPP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 10 (+0) COMBAT X + X = XPP Initiative: +X (+X Dex,) Attack: +X Base, +X Melee, +X Ranged, see Power attack bonuses in DC Block Defense: +X (+X Base, +X Dodge Focus), +X Flat-Footed Grapple: +X (+X Base Attack, +X Other) Knockback: -X (TOU/2) SAVING THROWS X + X + X = XPP Toughness: +X (+X Con, +X Other) Fortitude: +X (+X Con, +X) Reflex: +X (+X Dex, +X) Will: +X (+X Wis, +X) SKILLS XR = X/4PP Skill X (+X) FEATS 24PP + Attack Focus + Dodge Focus + Luck Accurate Attack All-Out Attack Assessment Attack Focus [Melee] X Blind-Fight Challenge [Fast Startle] Defensive Attack Distract 1 [Intimidate] Dodge Focus X Evasion 2 Improved Initiative 1 Improved Throw Instant Up Jack-of-All-Trades Luck 2-3 Move-by Action Power Attack Prone Fighting Redirect Startle Takedown Attack 2 Track Ultimate Effort [Toughness Save] Uncanny Dodge [Auditory] Well-Informed POWERS X + X + X = X Martial Arts Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Damage X (Extras: Autofire 1; Flaws: X; Feats: Improved Critical 2, Mighty; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Swift Strikes, X) AP: Drain Toughness X (Extras: Affects Objects; Flaws: X; Feats: Improved Critical 2; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Stun X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) "Blinding Strike": Damage (Extras: Linked; Feats: Mighty) + Dazzle (Sense Types: Visual; Extras: Linked; Flaws: Range [Touch]) Damage (Extras: Linked; Feats: Mighty) + Paralyze (Extras: Linked; Flaws: Limited [Slow]) Damage (Extras: Affects Insub) w. Incurable Trip? Martial Artist Container X (XPP Container) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, Training) Leaping X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Speed X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Super-Movement X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Run Up Walls, X) Wall-Crawling, Water-Walk: Limited to one direction, limited while moving. Slow Fall Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) DRAWBACKS -0PP Effect (Description) [-0PP] DC BLOCK Name Range Save Effect Attack bonus Unarmed Touch DC15 Tou (staged) Damage Totals: Abilities (0) + Combat (0) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (0) + Feats (0) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180 Power Points
