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Justice Gather Information DC 15: Justice is a brand new hero, with little experience, but lot of enthusiasm. DC 20: Justice seems to get more powerful in full costume than out. She seems to be a super hero fangirl. DC 25: Justice takes a moment to transform into her full costume. Knowledge [Technology] DC 15: Justice's costume and weapon seem to use advanced technology. Knowledge [Pop Culture] DC 20: Many of Justice's abilities seem similar to those displayed by characters in Japanese Tokusatsu tv shows such as Kamen Rider and Super Sentai, as well as the American equivalent Power Rangers. Robin Lynne Langley Gather Information DC 5: Robin's family lives in Emerald City. DC 10: Robin is a PhD student at Emerald City University, studying a number of sciences. DC 15: Robin is a self-described nerd and loves super heroes in all its forms.

He didn't really know, did he? About the will of the Mesa, or if the Mesa even had a will? He had been chosen, the Mesa had spoken to him, saved him and remade him, into this man of sand? It was all just vague feelings, ideas of what the Mesa might want. He knew he was supposed to protect it, to keep people out, but maybe the snake man had been allowed in here by a predecessor? Cassidy honestly didn't really know. He was snapped out of his moment of doubt by Venomax. Even if that hadn't been his intention, Venomax's words reached Cassidy. Did it honestly matter if he knew what the Mesa wanted? This was a snake man for crying out loud, and he was talking about spreading mind expanding drugs created by mad gods. Did it really matter whether this was what the Mesa wanted? "Guess you heard him, Snake." Now Cassidy was actually happy that Venomax had come along. No clue what the snake man could do, and backup would be appreciated. "Not about to let a single other leaf leave this cave." A sandstorm exploded from Cassidy, whirling around the cave. He had thought about this trick for a while, and no seemed like the best part. His entire body dissolved into sand, riding the storm as he prepared to strike. Only he and Venomax would be unaffected by the whirling sands.

Shifting Magic Mesa Guardian array to the Sandstorm power and activating it, leaving Venomax out of the effect. Going to stealth in the sandstorm while remaining in the Insubstantial form. Stealth check: 1d20+14 = 19

Oh, IR googles! Made sense that he could see them, then! That was actually a good idea, maybe something that Robin should try and put into the armor at some point in the future. He was rather heavily armed, though. Much more so than Robin's Justice Buster, even if it wasn't really a normal gun in any capacity. If he was a bad guy, she would have to move quickly. Not like there was a lot of room to dodge a gun in here. "I already told you: I'm Justice!" Maybe he just hadn't been listening. He looked rather intense, so there was probably no reason to antagonize him. Judging from equipment alone, he would probably have the advantage in a place like this. "And yup, these girls are leading me right to him." Maybe he was a hero too? She hoped, and took a leap of faith on that one. "I don't know if these girls are with Finnigan, but they're leading me to him, at least. Lots of people got pick pocketed yesterday, so I'm trying to find everything and get it back to them, and get Finnigan and his gang to lay off on the stealing a bit. How about you? And who're you, by the way?" She ignored the comment from Orange, but still held the Justice Buster ready, in case he turned out to be a bad guy.

I'll be trying my hand at GM'ing a bit, so I figured I would start with something relatively simple to help me get into GM'ing fight scenes: A villain really wants to get the gold reserves stored in the Eastern Seaboard Bank, and it would be great if some heroes would try to stop him! I'm looking for 1 or 2 people to join, preferably with a post from each at least every other day.

They actually did it! And without complaining! Robin wondered if she should just bring out the gun whenever she wanted someone to do as she wanted, but it would probably set a bad example. No need to make everyone think she was some kind of crazy person that just shot everyone at random. Still, she kept the gun in hand as she followed the girls through Trumble Street. It was a bit of a sobering experience for Robin, to tell the truth. She hadn't spent much time here, and she had always thought of Emerald City as a good place to be, where no one was really wanting for anything. Not so here in Trumble Street. Here, almost every building seemed to be falling apart. She saw some homeless people obviously squatting in some of the buildings they moved through. She didn't like what she saw, but she kept silent for now, just following the two girls. She could poke them about some more info about Finnigan later, once there were no one around. And then they reached the next leg of their trip... a sewer. Of course he was hiding in the sewer. Classic bad guy tactic! Still, the smell was horrible. She might have commented once or twice during the start, but then Robin fell silent, just listening to the sounds that surrounded them as she followed the pair of thieves. She held the Justice Buster close in her hand as a voice called out to them, and the girls made it clear that it wasn't Finnigan. So, what were the options? Either it was a bad guy, maybe someone working for Finnigan, or it were someone else that were looking for Finnigan and his gang down her. At any rate, he already knew they were there. Gripping the Justice Buster with both hands and holding it by her side, Robin stepped forward. She hated not being able to see the man, but she had to do this. "I'm Justice. I'm looking for Finnigan. You wouldn't happen to know anything about him, would you?"

Lemuria? Mad sorcerer-priests? Spending millenia growing the leaves? This was the sort of thing that Cassidy did not know how to deal with. He muttered a curse under his breath as he stared at the snake man. Once, he wouldn't have believed him. It would have to be a mask, nothing could live that long, nothing could do what he had claimed. That was before his first visit to the Magic Mesa. Before he became sand. He hadn't had to deal with something like this yet, but it probably wouldn't be the first time. Before responding to the snake, he promised himself that it was time to learn more about the Mesa and everything else that he was supposed to protect. "The Mesa's had other protectors long before me. And we've all guarded it from beings that try to exploit it, just like you. Going unnoticed until now doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want." He honestly wasn't sure about this. He knew that he wasn't the first Dust Devil. Maybe his predecessor had been the first, but Cassidy kind of doubted it. Part of him wanted to go straight for the snake. Hit him with everything he had. Use that giant snake that was slithering around to beat him down, but it wasn't time yet. Even if he was new at it, Cassidy knew there had to be a certain rhytm to these things. He just had to try and keep his confidence. Let the snake man believed that he knew what he was doing. "Your leaves ain't welcome in the world. We got plenty of crazy without any of your mad gods and yellow signs. Stop spreading them, or I will stop you, one way or another."

Robin glanced at the Justice Buster in her hand. It did look impressive, didn't it? She was rather pleased with the effect that suiting up and pulling out the Justice Buster had. It meant that her work had been worth it. She made a quick jump down to stand on the same level as the girls. Still holding out the gun, she approached them and quickly kicked the knives away from them, just in case they got any ideas, before taking another step back and lowering the gun. "Right, you guys just stand around here and happen to try and steal from me, and then you say you didn't take anything?" She sounded a bit too happy. She should be sounding more serious, she knew that. She couldn't help it. "And hey, I can be plenty dangerous myself! I think I'll deal with him just fine!" She twirled the Justice Buster around in her hand to emphasize the last point. "So, you're gonna lead me to him, and tell me a bit more about him on the way, and then I'll let you go. Deal?" Maybe the girls had been forced to work for this Finnigan guy. They didn't really sound all that bad, after all.

I'm up for joining Dark Red Tide with Forever Boy.

Pan didn't really listen to Echohead, even if he heard him. Someone was up to something, and this was just the first attack? Alright, not his issue right now. This guy, Facsimile, had been pretty good in the fight, and he had been hurt, and now he didn't even seem to remember anything? Still, he seemed alright aside from that, so Pan offered him a hand to stand up with a grin. "I'm Forever Boy, and I can assure you that I did none of the hitting. At least none of the hitting directed at you." He gestured with his other hand to the two defeated villains. "I'm guessing that either of these two were responsible." Whatever had happened to Facsimile, he seemed to have some amnesia. Maybe a side effect of his powers, or simply the way that his powers were shut down? "How much do you remember?"

Oh, this was good. Everything was falling apart around them, but this was really good. Robin couldn't keep a smile from her lips as she leapt around, finally ending up above them, and with a big grin on her lips. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the girls. This had been fun. Now she could hopefully get some info from them and get on her way! And then they had to go and bring out the knives. Really? They had to go and do that? Well, at least she wouldn't feel bad about what came next, then. The grin returned to her lips as she pulled out her cell phone and quickly entered a code on it, while pulling the Justice Buster from her inner pocket. "That's great and all, how about you take me to him? A lot of people want their stuff back, and I really think that it's time for justice!" Final command entered on the phone in the Justice Driver program. Her phone responded with a single sentence: HENSHIN. She hadn't been able to resist that, even if she doubted many others would get the reference. In an instant, a shining red and golden costume expanded from her belt, covering her entire body. It happened fast, almost instantly, a feature that Robin had put quite some work in. Quickly stashing her phone, she twirled the Justice Buster in her right hand and took aim at the girls. They couldn't see it, but she was all smiles behind the mask. "So, how about it, girls?"

Opposing with Acrobatics roll: 1d20+8 = 23

"Hey!" The girls were quick, way too quick. Robin stared after them for a brief second, before reaching into her coat and pulling out her domino mask, quickly fixing it to her face as she started moving. The girls might have gotten a quick look at her without the mask on, but there was no reason to give them any more looks. Robin was already moving by the time the mask was on her face, rushing straight into the crumbling building. She briefly thought about shooting at the girls, but again, they were thieves, and they hadn't really tried to fight her in any way, so there was no reason to get aggresive like that. Still, she couldn't help smiling as she did so, despite the obvious dangers. This was it! Real super hero work! It would be awesome! "Wait up! I'm not done with you guys!"

"Hey! Quit that!" The pick pocket was fast, but Robin was faster. At least she hoped she wasn't just lucky. She quickly took a step back before the would-be thief could grab anything from the pocket, quickly rummaging through the pocket with her hand to make sure nothing was lost. Satisfied that she had everything, she shot the kids a dirty look. "That is not cool! I'm just here to ask to try and find out if you'd heard anything about all the pick pocketing the other week, and then you try to pick pocket me? Really!?" She was just about to reach for the Justice Buster, but that might be more than just a bit of overkill. Still tempting. "Ugh. Just tell me if you know anything about that, then I'll forget this!"

Right, then. Venomax was more in the hero category than the villain. It let him focus on Mr. Sting for now. "That's not justice, Sting. That's just revenge." It wouldn't have been a long time ago that he would have frowned on saying something like that, but not it just came naturally. A snake tried to bite him, but it just passed through him. It paid off to be made of sand some times. He was about to materialize and use the snake to beat up Mr. Sting, if necessary, when he heard the announcement. The voice was reptillian, and the moment that Cassidy saw its owner, he knew why. Yeah, there was no question there. That had to be the Snake. Turning his back to Mr. Sting and the giant snake might not be the smartest, but this was why he was here. Take out the head, end this thing. He shot a glare at Mr. Sting. "You stay put." Then he turned to the Snake. "You're in the Magic Mesa. You had to know the Dust Devil would come for you if you kept spreading your leaves to the outside world." His voice was confident. At least Cassidy tried to make it seem like he knew what he was doing. "Why are you doing it?"

Notice roll, as requested: 1d20 + 8 = 28

Ah, a couple of locals. Two girls, some years younger than Robin and still teens. She kind of liked their hair, shape and colors both. She'd wanted to do something like that, but it would make her stand out too much when she wasn't in costume. Couldn't have a secret identity ruined as easily as that, could you now? At least she had thought of an alibi on the way here. "Hi! I'm from the university, would you guys have time to answer a few questions?" The best alibi, a true one! She would just say that she was working on a project on crime statistics, and hopefully these girls would be willing to help. They didn't seem like they wanted any trouble, and it was just two girls after all, right?

So, the truth was that for a lot of people school was boring, and then life was kind of boring? Pan frowned at that thought. Was that how life was like here on Earth? He crossed his arms, while he got into a sitting position in mid-air, his legs crossed under him. Alright, school might be boring. That was fine. A lot of things to learn, a lot of things to figure out. Well, not fine. He didn't like boring, but he would deal with it, somehow. But life after school being boring? No, that he couldn't deal with. "So, life here is boring? Even with all the people that got all these strange and different powers?" He was genuinely somewhat confused. If life here was boring, then it didn't really fit with his experiences here so far. "Or is it just a question of people not going out and actually looking? I mean, I've had a few adventures here already, and I wouldn't exactly call my time here boring so far."

Pan would get Micah to share his music with others, he was sure of that. His roommate might not be fully comfortable with the idea yet, but Pan was confident that he would be able to convince him at some point. No reason to push it too far. And looking at the food Micah was holding, it seemed like he had a point about it being good. Pan would have to get something sometime soon. Before he had a chance to answer Micah's question, Monica appeared, and she was absolutely sparkling in her dress. "Don't you look absolutely brilliant!" Golden, shiny and seemed to fit Monica just right. Yes, she did look brilliant indeed. He grinned at her, his hands in his pockets. He leaned a bit to the side, obviously admiring the dress. Things like that were worn by kings and queens in Neverworld. Yet another difference that he didn't even realize until now. "At risk of repeating myself, you look absolutely beautiful tonight, Miss Gutiérrez." Ah, he had something else to say, but he'd forgotten for the moment.

I'm very for much for having Forever Boy joining, and I'm ready whenever.

Forever Boy Updates: - Added changes from this update, but updated the array a bit more (see below) Power changes - Fixed names and descriptors for all powers for consistency with concept: Chi changed to Pixie Dust. - Replaced Obscure Power with Illusion Array 3.5. (9 PP power) for 8 PP array, putting me at 149 PP spent) Illusion Array 3.5 (7 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [8 PP] (Pixie Dust, Trained) BP: Illusion 1 ("Endless Forms Most Beautiful"; Affects: All Senses; Extras: Duration 1; Feats: Alternate Power 1, Progression [Area] 2) (Duration: Sustained, Area: 25 ft.) [8PP] AP: Obscure 3 ("Hide & Seek"; Feats: Selective) (Duration: Sustained, Radius: 25 ft.) {7/7] - Renamed "Tracker Blast" to "Pixie Blast", and updating description. - Replaced Confuse "Mind Wave" from Tricks Array with Damage Power "The Forever Blade". Making "The Forever Blade" BP on the array. Tricks Array 10 (20 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 4) [24PP] (Pixie Dust, Trained. Additional descriptors on each power) BP: Damage 13 ("The Forever Blade"; Feats: Mighty, Precise; Extras: Penetrating 5) {20/20} (Kinetic, Light, Slashing) AP: Blast 8 ("Pixie Blast"; Extras: Homing; Feats: Accurate 1) {20/20} (Kinetic, Light) AP: Dazzle 6 ("Fireworks"; Affects visual and auditory senses; Feats: Accurate 2) {20/20} (Light, Sound) AP: Snare 10 ("Binding Bands") {20/20} (Kinetic, Light) AP: Stun 6 ("Stun Burst"; Extras: Ranged; Feats: Accurate 2) {20/20} (Light) Other profile changes - Updated DC Block to remove Mind Wave and add The Forever Blade and Endless Forms Most Beautiful. - Updated Trade-Offs to include "(The Forever Blade) -5 Attack / +5 DC" - Changed the way I had written the age a bit, to better fit with the concept. He is still believed to be and claims to be 16. - Added the complication "I'll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms" - Fixed Power Description and Powers & Tactics to fit with updated descriptors and names. PP spending: 7 PP to spend. - Increased Saving Throws: Fortitude +2 (for total +7), Will + 3 (for total +7). 5 PP spent. - Added Immunity to Aging. 1 PP spent - Spending 1 PP on Skills: Bluff +4 - And that should put me at 156 PP spent, and no unspent PP. Everything is here in an updated profile: Forever ever? - TA

One snake down, and Venomax stopped them too. And then Mr. Sting went and made his move. Cassidy cursed at himself. He should have thought of it. The old man had sworn to get at Abdul, and even if he had little love for the drug dealer, he wasn't about to just let him die. Mr. Sting had made it more than clear that the blade was coated in poison, and Abdul's reaction showed the truth in his words. Venomax had said he knew poison, right? Hopefully he could help. With the Sandblade disappearing from his hand, Cassidy threw himself straight towards Mr. Sting, shouting as he went. "Venomax! Keep that bastard alive and I'll watch your back!" Bravado. He hoped he could back it up, as he let a punch fly towards Mr. Sting.

Shifting array to Guardian's Strength. Moving to Mr. Sting and attacking with a punch: 1d20+10 = 14

The bus stop was not exactly close to Trumble Street, and Robin had to walk a fair bit to get there. As she got closer, Robin started to realize why. It was not a nice place by any means. Looking down at herself, she was suddenly happy that she hadn't dressed nicer. A pair of jean, worn with use. A pair of old sneakers, likewise rather worn from use. No holes, but they didn't look new by any stretch of the imagination either. Her dark blue jacket was a bit newer than the rest of her clothes, and she had somehow managed to break the zipper and never got around to fixing it, but at least she didn't stand out too much. A red t-shirt under the jacket. Again, nothing fancy, and she was kind of happy about that. Her Justice Buster was hidden under her jacket, out of sight. It might just look like a toy at first glimpse, but no reason for anyone to see it before she needed it. On the way here, Robin had wondered why she had never been here before. She had never really thought about it before, and she had lived in Emerald City all her life, but she hadn't come here. When younger, her parents had steered her away from it. That had just sort of stuck . Now, standing here, at the edge of Trumble Street, Robin kind of understood why they had done it. To call the street neglected was selling it lightly. It was just so empty, everything was crumbling and just sort of falling to pieces. Not really a place that Robin had ever seen on her super hero shows... but maybe it was a place that really did need a hero. Incognito for now, then. Costume later. Who knew how they would react if she put on even her mask? So, instead she started down the streets. There had to be someone here that would be willing to talk to her about it. And hopefully not get her killed along the way.

Notice Check: 1d20+10 = 18