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The Yellow Horn? Shouldn't be too difficult to find, now that the creep had been this helpful. Cassidy glared at the kid for a moment, then turned to Amy. "Can you watch him for a moment? Gonna go make sure we don't have the damn leaf he's raving about mixed up with our stuff. I don't want more of these guys coming running around. I'll know its for self defense if he get knocked around a bit." Knowing Amy, she'd probably say yes. Not that she would hit the guy without a reason. Still, he should hurry. Without wasting any more time Cassidy began sorting through the boxes to try and find anything that seemed out of place. He knew the stock of the store pretty well, so it should be easy to spot. Especially if it had "Pasta" on the side of the boxes. Pops would probably get pissed about the boxes everywhere, but hopefully he would understand why.

What the hell was that kid on? Even after a punch like that he was still out of his mind, rambling about everything and nothing. Everything that the leaf made him feel and think. And all of it seemed to because of this Abdul guy, who was a major in philosophy. What a pain. Cassidy was the first person to tell others that he wasn't the sharpest person around. Even after he had started with the whole crime fighting thing since the incident in the desert, he didn't do detective work. He found bad guys. He beat them down. End of story. Now he had to get all investigative about this? Well, first time for everything. "Alright kid, Abdul sounds like a great guy. Any chance you could tell me where to find him so I can give him the leaf if I find it?" A long shot, but it might work.

As soon as he had taken the kid down, Cassidy turned to Amy, kneeling by her side to help her up. "You alright? Looked like the creep got a good hit in." He ignored the rich kid's babbling for a moment, while he made sure that Amy was alright, and at least until the little creepy started getting coherent. And of course he immediately started going on about suing them. Just like every other rich kid that bit off more than they could chew. And then he mentioned the leaf again. Not exactly good at keeping his secrets hidden. Might be because of the potential concussion, might be because of the drugs, or the kid might just be an idiot. In either case, Cassidy decided that he should figure out just what the leaf was. If nothing else, the kid had hurt Amy. That alone was a good reason to get involved. So, play dumb. Hope that the kid would just spill everything without too much prompting. "What leaf? How about giving us a chance to find out what you want before you jump someone?" He wasn't about to let the kid off the hook that easily, but he needed some information here, and then he could check if they had the leaf in any of the boxes.

In that case I'll go for without superpowers at Strength 14 then. Cassidy want to try and get some answers from the kid, so that would be DC 17 Toughness Save then.

Cassidy will be holding back enough to not send him flying.

Pan gave a quick bow to Veronica as she moved to the surf with Selena. Very well then, a race for another time. There were plenty of things to do here, with a quick smile and a wave to Selena and Veronica, he set off for the rapidly developing volley ball game. He had not heard about a game like this before, but it would be interesting to watch. And someone had actually gotten Micah to participate! Brilliant! He could go for another round, once he had figured out what the game was actually about. Floating over next to the court, he couldn't help but laugh at Leroy's excitement and ideas. He would get him to just have fun for the sake of fun at some point, but if this was what he liked, then who were Pan to interfere or complain? Still, Pan would have to disappoint his teammate in his allegiance for this game. While floating in a sitting position above the sand, he brought his hands up around his mouth and shouted. "Go Micah! Show them what you can do!" He would help Micah get out of his shell one of these days, and this seemed like a good step in the right direction.

Pan listened as Micah told him about his powers. So far, most everyone had seemed excited about their powers. They loved them, being able to fly, make things fly, disappear, have magic turtle shells, whatever they could do. Not Micah, though. And Pan could hardly blame him as he went into details about his just what his powers were and the risks they posed. To be honest, Pan's first thought about weather control was about how awesome that was. You could create sunny skies whenever you wanted, or you could make it rain on whoever you didn't like. Being able to control the wind would have made anyone rich on Neverworld. The lack of control was troubling. Pan's smile had all but disappeared as Micah went into deeper details and showed him the bands on his arms. So, he would be sleeping next to a ticking weapon of mass destruction, in Micah's own words? Pan frowned at the thought, but probably not for the reasons that Micah would first guess. When Micah finished with the last, sad statement, Pan stood straight up and quickly approached him. He had considered giving Micah a hug, because quite frankly, he sounded like he needed one, but they were probably not quite there yet. Instead, he settled on a hand on Micah's shoulder and a broad smile. "If you create a storm, I'll ride it out!" His smile was warm and triumphant. There were no doubt or hesitation in his voice. He was far from home, further than he even knew, but Micah was here, and obviously, he needed someone to trust him. "I've flown through storms and tornadoes before, and I'll handle this one too, so don't worry, I'm staying right here. And I swear I'll help you stay grounded when you need me to!"

How did the kid move that fast? Before Cassidy could even react he had clocked Amy in the head and sent her falling over. "What the ☠☠☠☠ was that?" Cassidy wasn't about playing or fighting dirty, but just sucker punching someone like that? Not if he could help it. The rich kid ranted about some damn leaf and someone named Abdul, but Cassidy really didn't care in that moment. He would figure it out later, after he had taken down this creep and helped Amy. A few weeks before, he would never have done something like this, but in the moment, Cassidy didn't think as he let a punch fly aimed at the rich kid's face.

I never would've guessed ? Anyway, Initiative, if necessary: 1d20+10 = 21 And DD tries to hit the Rich Kid with a punch. 1d20+10 = 17 DC 25 if he hits.

Pan laughed at Judy's joke with the flashlight, before freezing up. A warm grin spread across his lips as he moved over to the book on the almost empty shelf. THE LAST AMERICAN. It almost called to him. Or did it? He wasn't quite sure, but it almost seemed like it was glowing. "I got it!" He picked it up with one hand, pulling it closer and running his fingers over the cover as he studied the blue patterns on the golden cover. He had floated over to the others, going uncharactistically silent along the way. The ship reminded him of something. Not some memory or anything like that. More like a feeling. The book called to him. He was sure of that. He would make sure to read it once the exercise was over. But, he was never any good at waiting. He couldn't help himself. The Forever Boy opened the book.

Intimidation: 1d20 = 1

Cassidy had heard people ranting like this before. He was on something, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what. Cassidy's friendly face quickly hard. As did the rest of his body as he stepped in between the rich kid and Amy. She could handle herself, but he'd seen her get tripped from that side before. What the hell was that drug? Someone getting high and going out of their mind, he could deal with. But how did that kid track it here? And all the crap he spouted? "Back off, kid. I'm not gonna ask you twice." Pops would get pissed if he got into a fight here, but Cassidy didn't really care. At least it wasn't out front.

Pan grinned at Abigail's mention of all she could do being tricks. "I do like tricks. I have a few of my own." He couldn't help himself as he waved his hand over his hand, a few sparkling fireworks flying from it. Nothing bright or loud enough to annoy, but enough to look pretty at least. He was sure that others here could do much better than him, but he wanted to show off a bit too. He smiled, setting off from the ground again and floating over to catch up to Danica. "That all sounds absolutely lovely. I have heard of ice cream, is it as good as it seems? And what are these burgers? Can you put anything on them?" Maybe ice cream would be good on one of those burgers. He couldn't help but wonder.

Pasta? Yeah, that helped with the legality here. Cassidy paused when the younger man spoke, turning to look at him. Expensive clothing. Not the kind of guy that normally showed up in Southside. In contrast, Cassidy was wearing a pair of worn in jeans and a t-shirt at least one size too small with the shop's logo, a cowboy riding a soup can like he was at a rodeo. Cassidy shot a quick look at Amy, wondering if she knew him, before turning to the stranger. "Sure, that might've happened." There was something about the other man's voice that annoyed Cassidy. Still, he tried to remain polite. He was at work, after all, and Pops had come down on him for being rude more than once in the past. "What're you looking for? We can check if it fits with our shipping manifest or not." Rich kid. Could be he was the one that had the questionably legal things. Maybe worth looking into.

So, potentially legally questionable organic drugs in the crates. Cassidy frowned again. Yeah, he would have to check on everything. Still, it wasn't Amy's fault, and he knew that. "Don't worry, I know you're clean." He really hoped so, at least. "I mean, except for that Dave guy down at the distribution center. Pops swears that he's on something every time he gotta call him." Cassidy added the last with a grin, before he turned to carry the box in, while Amy continued getting the things off the truck. He had to at least try to make sure that nobody would try and open the boxes before he got them sorted, though. Better safe than sorry. He could just imagine old Granny Sanchez getting her hands on some Vietnamese mushroom or something like that when she tried to find something to put in her stew. After a quick sidetrip to the office to get some big red markers, Cassidy returned outside. He had marked everything he'd already put inside with big "DO NOT TOUCH" and his attempt at a skull. That would hopefully do the trick. "Alright, got anything else for me?"

Pan readily accepted Micah's hand, shaking it vigorously while he returned Micah's smile. "Hello Micah, I'm Pan! Nice to meet you!" Pan let go and looked around at their small room. Micah had clearly already chosen a bed, but it wasn't like Pan had any special preferences, so he quickly dropped his bag on the other bed, then sat down to test it, bouncing a bit on it. It was nice. Not too hard, not too soft, but much better than what he had been used to. Pan was curious, though. And not about the bed. "So, I've seen a lot of people with great powers here today. What can you do?"

"I hear ya." Cassidy wasn't a fan of the job, but it paid the bills, and it helped his parents, but he liked when Amy showed up. There were much worse drivers out there, and at least she tended to help. Some people just dumped everything in the middle of the road, and then he had to scramble to get it out of the way before any other trucks got here. He'd always liked her, but ever since the incident at the desert he'd found himself looking at her in a different way. He was changed, he knew that. He was pretty sure that she had noticed too. He could've sworn he had seen her looking at him different when they met in the gym. For a brief moment he considered using his newfound powers to haul the groceries inside, just to show off a bit, but it was probably better that he didn't. The mix up news brought him out of it. "Mix up? What happened?" He eyed the box he was carrying suspiciously for a moment before setting it down. Without waiting for a response he opened it to inspect the contents. "Sorry, gotta make sure we got all the right stuff. Pops'll kill me if he finds any mummies or meteors in here." He flashed a short grin at Amy before turning his attention back to the box. Damn, he would have to check everything here.

Ignore this. Accidentally posted in the wrong active threads, sorry.

September 4, 2018 (Takes place after School Daze and Out For A Spin) After finishing Danica's tour, Pan had decided that it was finally time for him to actually find his room. He had a roommate that he was supposed to meet. As he walked through the hallways to find his room, his thoughts began to drift to a certain revelation earlier that day. Someone in this world had written a book called Peter Pan, and it had someone like him and someone very much like the Hooked Man. Pan wasn't sure why, but the thought of the book's existence disturbed him. Pan pushed the thoughts away. That was for later, not for now. For now, he had someone new to meet. His roommate. One Micah Roebuck. Great! Another new friend. At least he hoped so, otherwise it could be a long year in the same room together, but Pan was confident that he'd be able to win his roommate over if that was the case. So, showtime! With his back of few belongings slung over his shoulder, Pan pushed the door open and got ready to greet Micah if he was in the room.

Like many of the others, Pan stared at Dio for a moment. Then he broke into a wide grin. "A dragon! That is brilliant!" He had only ever heard tales of them, but to see one in the flesh! His choice to join the academy continued to pay off. Still, try to focus on the events at hand. They are going to play, and they are introducing their characters. Good good. He's the last one to do so, and Alex has just given him the perfect opening, after all. "Then perhaps Oberon Underhill shall sing the songs of Lugnut's weapons! He is a Halfling bard!" He had put on a bit of dramatic air for his big reveal, as he planted his character sheet on the table. "The Underhill family are rich merchants from Baldur's Gate, but Oberon didn't care much for that. After some trouble, he eventually set out to be an adventurer! He seeks to find great tales that he can write greats songs about. And its even better if he can write about himself too!" Alright, not that different from himself with the lust for adventure, but Pan did like adventure. After finishing talking, he poured a bit of some dark brown liquid into his cup. It said Cola, and he had never tasted that, even if the color was a bit odd.

"So many books..." Pan muttered, as he ran his fingers over some of the books at the top shelf while he floated by it in the direction that Adam had pointed out. He hadn't visited the library often, not since checking out the Peter Pan book after his first day, but he was always amazed. He had never seen this many books in his life before coming to the library. He really needed to come here more often. He had followed Ashley's example and was in full costume, including his mask. He knew he didn't really need it here, but he liked it. The darkness didn't exactly make it easy to see in here, but he did his best as he found one book by this Shakespeare fellow. At least the books seemed to be in order. "Oh, he wrote a lot of things, didn't he?" A volume? How many volumes did this fellow write? "The books are over here. Which one was it again?" He paused for a bit. "By the way, who is Dewey, and why should we curse him?"

"Oh that is brilliant!" Pan exclaimed when the books floated. True, he was easy to amuse, but he it was still so exciting to see what everyone here could do. He managed to stay grounded this time. "Do you mind if I...?" Pan leaned closer, stretching a hand out to one of the books to show his intent. If Abigail didn't mind, he would touch one gently. Otherwise, he would just keep marvelling at them for a moment before turning back to the others. He felt his stomach growling at the mention of food. It would be nice with some good food here, even just some snacks would be nice. Not wanting to interrupt Danica's question, he simply followed as Danica led the way.

Pan smiled at the thought. So, they would get put into teams to compete against each other. Oh, that would be good. Competition! Grand rivalries! He was already imagining using the exercises and competitions in the gym that Danica had shown him. Or, given what he had heard about this place, even wilder things. His eyes lit up as he happened on another thought, any memories of the curfew and restrictions momentarily forgotten. Maybe they would be judged on their adventures and the crimes that they stopped! Oh, that would be brilliant. He couldn't wait to see who he would be teamed up with.

Dusted off - TA Dust Devil II As Supercape pointed out, I had Regeneration at 2 PP/Rank, while its supposed to be 1 PP/rank, so I got two extra PP to spend. Adding a feat and a power So, Regeneration should look like this: Regeneration 2 (Resurrection 1/day) [2PP] (Magic, Sand) And I'm adding Super-Movement as a power: Super-Movement 1 (Sand Man; Trackless; Flaws: Limited to Sand) [1 PP] (Magic, Sand) Changing the costs and total cost for powers to this: 27 + 3 + 10 + 2 + 1 + 12 + 5 = 60 And adding this feat: Favoured Environment [Desert] And I spotted that the Environmental Control power in the Magic Mesa Guardian Array is actually 4PP per level instead of 3, so please reduce its level from 8 to 6, which should clear up the issue. All other costs should remain the same. And for some reason Impervious Toughness in the Walking Desert Array is missing its level. It should be 10, as the math shows. Please add that. The Walking Desert Array itself should only be level 5 though. That's down to a mistake on my part. Math checks out for this. That should fix the issues.

So many rules! And a curfew! And not letting them go out to explore the marvelous city that surrounded them! Pan frowned in his seat, even as he kept his attention on the headmistress. Well, for the most part at least. Hearing the commotion, he just managed to catch Nicole leaving the room. Part of him wanted to follow. Even if it was important to listen, he was not good at sitting still like this. And he was curious about what had happened. Still, he was at the front of the room, and leaving would probably attract the wrong kind of attention. With a sigh of defeat, he turned back towards the headmistress, waiting for her to continue. His thoughts quickly drifted. He hadn't been present for the Terminus Invasion, but he had heard about it from others, and he had seen the aftermath. Pan had wondered if it was the reason he had ended up here. It was probably just a coincidence, but part part of him doubted that. His travel between worlds and a major incursion into this world? If anything, him coming here could have been a side effect. At least in why he had come here out of all places, instead of anywhere else.