MarkK

I am somewhat leery of your capacity for quickness accelerated taking 20 on design checks then. Specifically how high a result overall you can get, all things considered.

hey, sorry for the absence for the past few days, health crashed on me/my crohn's flared up, should be updating my various threads this evening.

I've got 4 pp for Emissary, I'd like to spend them on getting flight from 6 to 7, and superstrength from 2, to 3, which would give 7 total ranks. Also, I'd really prefer if my superstrength ranking listed my total ranking in the power with it, thanks.

Okay, here's what it is.. I'm assuming you mean for both powers to hit the person at once? It's already a fairly nasty combo effect, and ontop of it making drain toughness a save against something non traditional, and something people with high toughness scores are unlikely to have all that high.. It basically is pretty much putting "save vs reflex" on a damage power. Which is to say, you note it's basically a funkier corrosion, and I'm more than moderately certain you can't put alt save: reflex on corrosion, so I wouldn't allow it here.

Just wanted an explination of it. okay, next up.. I'm pretty sure you can't actually apply quickness to the whole inventing process.

I'm honestly leery myself of adding something like alternate reflex save to a drain, especially a toughness drain, which is close enough to doing damage.

Okay.. Karma's been gone from the site for a while now, so.. Raven, just take your action, we'll catch her up if she comes back.

And it's Ionica's go again

Ionica's fist slams into the creature's warped and reeking hide with a loud crack, sending the demon hurtling back down to the ground, cratering the pavement beneath its feet from the crashing impact. The monster barely rises to its feet, reeling and staggering. The remaining demons brought their fury to bear on the closest target to them, drawn in by the silvery glinting skin of the Emissary, infernal natures compelling them to mar and ruin anything unblemished. He rolled easily under the swiping claws of the first, coming out into a leap that carried him over the lunge of the second, demonin talons gouging deep rifts into the concrete below instead, speaking to the power of the monsters being faced.

annnd.. the demon's toughness save http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1811869/ 20 total, so the thing is stunned and bruised, annnd... another for being smacked back down into the ground.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1811877/ from which it's just fine The other demons then try to rip into the Emissary.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1811884/ missing really badly on a 10.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1811887/ and coming much closer but not quite on an 18.. And the goons will do their rah rah ineffectual fire guns at the people who make them go ping thing.

PM'd her player, I guess worse comes to worse we'll move ahead without her.

Okay.. sorry on the delay. Could you explain the dimensional pocket thing? Also, as far as healing, affects others only on a power that already only affects machines.. seems not quite so much of a flaw

Hokay, approved

Thought you were going to do the change, but I just realized a slight problem with it anyway. Immunity Hellfire would cost 2 ranks, not 1.

Waiting on the posts from the other characters by and large.

Alright, sure, I'll note the approval and move you into the hero forum once that's done.

there's about 5 feet between them, and they're not very close to the other droids or anyone else, they're all advancing on separate attack angles, and I don't think you guys all bunched up into each other's personal space really.

Okay, it all checks out, and your willingness to do every change I asked overcomes my leeriness at your backstory, but just before stamping approved.. You attend Claremont? As a giant alien wolfman who communicates through mind powers, you okay with them being kinda leery of you walking the streets at will?

Just doing a last check of the math..

For that the thing is currently in an overwhelmed toss into the sky, it is easier to hit if you go for it.

Emissary will be attempting to do an improved grab/throw into Ionica's flight path via the making punchy.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791787/ hahaha.. okay, as funny as constantly rolling 2s is, I believe I'll spend a hero point here. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791793/ Hokay.. so the 25 total hits.. The demon's toughness save.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791795/ Tanks the shot completely with a toughness save of 31, so, the grapple checks: Emissary gets a.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791797/ 47 The demon gets a.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791798/ 37. Up it goes!

Making deals with demons was not exactly a sign of titanic intellect, and so it was no great shock to the Emissary to see the human gang members attempt to unload their .45s into him, muzzle fire blazing. There was at least a loud and dramatic clang as the bullets bounced off his skin. He had just enough time to press a finger to the button on his cell before his own charge met those of the demons, lunging forward with a paired strike of his open hands, seeking to bring them together with a clap around the head of the lead monster. Unfortunately, the fires of whatever pit of nightmares it crawled from gave it a hide toughened enough to take the blows without even a flinch. The Emissary's sole reward was a blast of reeking breath from the demon's misshapen maw. All the same, he had the grip he was seeking, and soon the leverage. With the demon overpowered, he could enact a battle plan and give into his disgust at the same time. He rolled his body back into a flip, carrying the demon along for the ride, and at the apex of it, using strength and momentum both to hurl the monster well up into the air, and directly into Ionica's path of descent. "Now! That one!" The Emissary cried as the beast flailed helplessly for the moment.

sorry on the delay, work's been a pain. Init of Emissary is.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791776/ heh, 13 Init of demons is.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791778/ a mighty 12 Init of goons is.. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/1791781/ .. hilarious. 17. So technically Ionica, Goons, Emissary, Demons. Since Ionica is waiting on a signal though, I'll get Goons and Emissary out of the way.

Kevin leans back as one of his buddies pounds him on the back. His birthday was back on Monday, but they had a game in the middle of the week and couldn’t actually celebrate it then. They’re hanging out back at the dorm before they head out into the city. Kevin isn’t old enough to drink even if he wanted to, so this celebration is a lot more restrained than it’ll probably be next year. Twenty is an in-between age; not a teenager any more, but not old enough to drink, the hallmark of American adulthood. Really, it’s more the tick of the clock, as the 1 rolls over to a 2. The celebration reflects that. A few of his friends who are upperclassmen have smuggled some beers in and are drinking them. Meanwhile, his entertainment of choice is Halo 3, which his roommate owns. He grimaces a little as they finish up a round. He’s in last place, again. “Maybe video games aren’t my thing,†he says, looking around. “Anyone else want a shot?†Carl throws up his hand. “Just be glad you’re a better center than you are a soldier,†he says. “You make Master Chief cry.†Kevin tosses the controller to him. “Hey, that’s why he’s so bad,†Clarence says. “He’s been practicing like crazy. You see those guns? He’s getting as big as his dad.†Kevin shrugs and stretches out. “I’m still a growing boy. I went up an inch since last year,†he says. “I told you, Dad kept growing through college too. And if you were on the line, Carl, you’d want to bulk up too. They keep trying to go through me, and you wouldn’t like it if they did.†“Easy man. I was just messing with you,†Carl says. He’s busy smashing away at the controller. Clearly, he’s put in some time at the console. If what the team grapevine says is true, he hasn’t been putting in nearly as much time in the classroom. He’s their running back, and maybe some teachers are going easy on him, but there’s only so much that they will do. “You sure you don’t want any man?†Phil says, holding up a beer. “It goes well with that cake we got you.†Kevin grimaces and shakes his head. “Chocolate cake and Natty Light – no way,†he says. “Besides, I told you, I’m laying off until I’m 21. You know what happened the last time I went drinking.†“Don’t start that man. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t’ve done anything more,†Darren pipes up. He’s the only one who isn’t on the football team in the room, though it wasn’t his choice. The accident last year broke five of his ribs, his right wrist, but worst of all, his hip. After months of physical therapy, he’s back to walking again, but he can’t run, and certainly couldn’t make it on the field again. “Yeah,†Kevin says dejectedly. He knows better than anyone else how much more he could have done. That was the first time he had used his powers, but now, he had healed wounds dealt by powerhouses capable of benchpressing cars without even leaving a mark. But he can’t say anything about it. “Hey, don’t bring us down on your birthday,†Darren says. “Here, let’s head out.†He gets up slowly from the bed, steadying himself against the dresser. The others choose to follow his lead, filing out. Kevin’s the last one to leave the room. As he closes the door, his eyes flash green as he glances at Darren, seeing the empty holes where nothing lives inside him. “I will fix that one day,†Kevin vows to himself as they head out to celebrate another year older.

Sean sat in the barber’s chair. His hair was getting a little long anyway, he thought to himself, but that wasn’t the reason why he came. This year, he’d be getting someone else to do it. He had less and less of a need for the job to be professional. Her eyes were fading anyway. Still, he was supposed to be in his fifties, and aging well only goes so far, especially when her own aging was taking a turn for the worse. “You know, I don’t get many folks come in asking for their hair to get dyed gray,†the barber said, making conversation as he clipped away at Sean’s hair. Sean knew he wouldn’t be able to come back to this barbershop. Barbers – not the people at hair salons who turn over every couple months, real barbers – they have long memories, and too good of memories for faces. Maybe he’d be able to get away with it for a year or two, but eventually, an ageless man would draw the exact sort of attention that he did not want. “How old do you think I am?†Sean asked him. The barber pursed his lips and paused for a second to look Sean over. “Maybe… 23, 24?†he guessed. Sean shook his head. “Try 34,†he said, taking over twenty years off his true age. Despite that, the barber burst out a quick laugh as he started to cut Sean’s hair again. “You got to be… got to be messing with me. You look like you still get carded when you go into a bar,†he said. “And that’s why I’m getting my hair dyed. It’s been too long since the last time; you can’t even see it. Nobody takes me seriously – I’ve been working at my job for five years now and I still get called the young guy,†Sean said. “I wish I could have that problem,†the barber said, looking down at his potbelly then glancing up to his own thinning hair. “I can’t complain too much,†Sean said with a chuckle. Then it was time to change the subject. “Who do you like in the Series – the Rays or the Phillies?†The two men began to talk about baseball, and the conversation moved away from dangerous topics. At home, he began to get dressed to head out. He wasn’t going far, even though she thought he was coming from Arizona. It gave him an excuse to dress like Freedom City felt much colder out than it really did. The more of his body he could cover up, the less obvious it was that his muscles were still rock-hard, and far larger than any fifty-six-year-old man’s should be (without the use of steroids, anyway). The posture was important, too. In his line of work, Sean had to project power in every step, every movement of his body. Here, he had to remember pains that he had never really felt. He tried to remember if he had said that he was suffering from arthritis last time; he hoped not. Really, this last year, he had been feeling much better than he had for years. His shoulders slouched, and he let his hands shake a little more than they otherwise would. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. It wasn’t a disguise that would fool anyone who was looking closely, but the person he was going to see expected him this way. He fixed the cap on his head and walked out his apartment down the street. Sean knocked on the door. Just when he was starting to worry about what could be taking so long, he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. It opened a crack and an old woman peered out. Sean smiled, a warmer smile than anyone would see any other day of the year. “Happy birthday, Ma,†he said.