Cyrith

I just noticed that on Badb I forgot to change my listings under Skill Mastery. Instead of perform(which she doesn't even have), I'd like Drive, and instead of notice(because that's a take 20, not a take 10) I would like that switched to Sense Motive. Updated by cosmicarus

I just noticed that on Badb I forgot to change my listings under Skill Mastery. Instead of perform(which she doesn't even have), I'd like Drive, and instead of notice(because that's a take 20, not a take 10) I would like that switched to Sense Motive. Updated by cosmicarus

How tall is the building I'm on?

How tall is the building I'm on?

How tall is the building I'm on?

So far nothing dangerous, at least overtly, spotted. A more upscale area then she expected for such goings on, but then again, considering who was involved, maybe that shouldn't surprise her. Taking care not to be seen, Badb flies to the roof top of the building. She crouches down to protect herself from the inevitable winds that always blow around tall buildings. Now she waits.

So far nothing dangerous, at least overtly, spotted. A more upscale area then she expected for such goings on, but then again, considering who was involved, maybe that shouldn't surprise her. Taking care not to be seen, Badb flies to the roof top of the building. She crouches down to protect herself from the inevitable winds that always blow around tall buildings. Now she waits.

So far nothing dangerous, at least overtly, spotted. A more upscale area then she expected for such goings on, but then again, considering who was involved, maybe that shouldn't surprise her. Taking care not to be seen, Badb flies to the roof top of the building. She crouches down to protect herself from the inevitable winds that always blow around tall buildings. Now she waits.

The call had come not too long ago. Addie was ready for it. More importantly, Badb was ready for it. She had driven to the zoo and parked toward the back, in the darkest spot she could find. Thus concealed she changed into her outfit, left the car where it was and flew the rest of the way to the address she'd been given. It would have been less complicated just to fly, but it would have taken longer, and likely been very cold. Besides, the more steps between her and home, the less likely she is to be found out. As she approaches her destination, Addie scans the area to check for anything out of the ordinary, or to spot her quarry.

The call had come not too long ago. Addie was ready for it. More importantly, Badb was ready for it. She had driven to the zoo and parked toward the back, in the darkest spot she could find. Thus concealed she changed into her outfit, left the car where it was and flew the rest of the way to the address she'd been given. It would have been less complicated just to fly, but it would have taken longer, and likely been very cold. Besides, the more steps between her and home, the less likely she is to be found out. As she approaches her destination, Addie scans the area to check for anything out of the ordinary, or to spot her quarry.

The call had come not too long ago. Addie was ready for it. More importantly, Badb was ready for it. She had driven to the zoo and parked toward the back, in the darkest spot she could find. Thus concealed she changed into her outfit, left the car where it was and flew the rest of the way to the address she'd been given. It would have been less complicated just to fly, but it would have taken longer, and likely been very cold. Besides, the more steps between her and home, the less likely she is to be found out. As she approaches her destination, Addie scans the area to check for anything out of the ordinary, or to spot her quarry.

True. But there is always extra effort for just such occasions.

True. But there is always extra effort for just such occasions.

True. But there is always extra effort for just such occasions.

Joe hated these trips. Driving to New York by yourself was never fun, and it stank a whole lot more when your iPod has decided to freeze and the traffic is moving just enough to prevent you from doing a reset. New Jersey radio was utterly horrible, and he still couldn't find the local NPR affiliate. Plus all this driving was giving him these weird headaches. No, no quite headaches, it feels more like his equilibrium is jumping around. 'Must be the air.' Joe drives awhile longer, then does a double take. Had that sign said Freedom City? No, he was just tired from the drive and going crazy from lack of decent music. There it is again. Freedom City. Once was weird, twice was bothersome. 'Well, it's finally happened. I've gone off the deep end. Odd, I always though that would happen while still in Delaware.' Spotting a sign for the Marie Severin, '...', rest stop, Joe pulls off the road and into the parking lot. This is wrong. He knows this is supposed to be the Clara Barton rest stop. Something just isn't right. Going inside the rest stop just makes things more confusing. He can smell Cinnabun, but the store is calling itself Cinnaroll. Why did no one else seem to think this was all crazy? Were they just holding it in too? Frantically, but not too frantically, Joe finds a newspaper. The headline doesn't seem to make anything better, but it at least stays with the current delusion he's assuming he's under. "Capt. Thunder saves East Coast from Tsunami Machine." 'Wait a minute. I just read that. But that's a comic book. I must be dreaming. Don't know how, seeing as I was driving. Oh great. I'm probably lying in a ditch somewhere, dying, and this is just the last desperate dream of a brain shutting down. Hard to believe this is the best my sub-conscience could come up with. Lazy brain.' Joe sits down at a table and waits for awhile. Just sitting, people watching, waiting for oblivion. Not much else to do when your dying. Minutes pass. Then ten minutes. Then twenty. Finally Joe grows bored with waiting. 'Well, as long as I'm in a comic book, might as well go see the city. Gotta be better then the rest stops.' Leaving the Marie Severin rest stop and heading back to his truck, Joe gets in line for gas. 'You'd have thought you'd get free gas inside your own mind. I need to read more.' After what seems an eternity waiting for gas, Joe gets back on the road, which for ease of reference he will continue to call the New Jersey Turnpike, 'but really, who knows at this point,' and continues on his way to Freedom City. Or is that starts? Good god, this is going to get confusing. A short while later, Joe follows the exit to route 6 and finds himself near the boardwalk. 'What the hey, seems like a good enough place to stop. I do love the water.'

Joe hated these trips. Driving to New York by yourself was never fun, and it stank a whole lot more when your iPod has decided to freeze and the traffic is moving just enough to prevent you from doing a reset. New Jersey radio was utterly horrible, and he still couldn't find the local NPR affiliate. Plus all this driving was giving him these weird headaches. No, no quite headaches, it feels more like his equilibrium is jumping around. 'Must be the air.' Joe drives awhile longer, then does a double take. Had that sign said Freedom City? No, he was just tired from the drive and going crazy from lack of decent music. There it is again. Freedom City. Once was weird, twice was bothersome. 'Well, it's finally happened. I've gone off the deep end. Odd, I always though that would happen while still in Delaware.' Spotting a sign for the Marie Severin, '...', rest stop, Joe pulls off the road and into the parking lot. This is wrong. He knows this is supposed to be the Clara Barton rest stop. Something just isn't right. Going inside the rest stop just makes things more confusing. He can smell Cinnabun, but the store is calling itself Cinnaroll. Why did no one else seem to think this was all crazy? Were they just holding it in too? Frantically, but not too frantically, Joe finds a newspaper. The headline doesn't seem to make anything better, but it at least stays with the current delusion he's assuming he's under. "Capt. Thunder saves East Coast from Tsunami Machine." 'Wait a minute. I just read that. But that's a comic book. I must be dreaming. Don't know how, seeing as I was driving. Oh great. I'm probably lying in a ditch somewhere, dying, and this is just the last desperate dream of a brain shutting down. Hard to believe this is the best my sub-conscience could come up with. Lazy brain.' Joe sits down at a table and waits for awhile. Just sitting, people watching, waiting for oblivion. Not much else to do when your dying. Minutes pass. Then ten minutes. Then twenty. Finally Joe grows bored with waiting. 'Well, as long as I'm in a comic book, might as well go see the city. Gotta be better then the rest stops.' Leaving the Marie Severin rest stop and heading back to his truck, Joe gets in line for gas. 'You'd have thought you'd get free gas inside your own mind. I need to read more.' After what seems an eternity waiting for gas, Joe gets back on the road, which for ease of reference he will continue to call the New Jersey Turnpike, 'but really, who knows at this point,' and continues on his way to Freedom City. Or is that starts? Good god, this is going to get confusing. A short while later, Joe follows the exit to route 6 and finds himself near the boardwalk. 'What the hey, seems like a good enough place to stop. I do love the water.'

Joe hated these trips. Driving to New York by yourself was never fun, and it stank a whole lot more when your iPod has decided to freeze and the traffic is moving just enough to prevent you from doing a reset. New Jersey radio was utterly horrible, and he still couldn't find the local NPR affiliate. Plus all this driving was giving him these weird headaches. No, no quite headaches, it feels more like his equilibrium is jumping around. 'Must be the air.' Joe drives awhile longer, then does a double take. Had that sign said Freedom City? No, he was just tired from the drive and going crazy from lack of decent music. There it is again. Freedom City. Once was weird, twice was bothersome. 'Well, it's finally happened. I've gone off the deep end. Odd, I always though that would happen while still in Delaware.' Spotting a sign for the Marie Severin, '...', rest stop, Joe pulls off the road and into the parking lot. This is wrong. He knows this is supposed to be the Clara Barton rest stop. Something just isn't right. Going inside the rest stop just makes things more confusing. He can smell Cinnabun, but the store is calling itself Cinnaroll. Why did no one else seem to think this was all crazy? Were they just holding it in too? Frantically, but not too frantically, Joe finds a newspaper. The headline doesn't seem to make anything better, but it at least stays with the current delusion he's assuming he's under. "Capt. Thunder saves East Coast from Tsunami Machine." 'Wait a minute. I just read that. But that's a comic book. I must be dreaming. Don't know how, seeing as I was driving. Oh great. I'm probably lying in a ditch somewhere, dying, and this is just the last desperate dream of a brain shutting down. Hard to believe this is the best my sub-conscience could come up with. Lazy brain.' Joe sits down at a table and waits for awhile. Just sitting, people watching, waiting for oblivion. Not much else to do when your dying. Minutes pass. Then ten minutes. Then twenty. Finally Joe grows bored with waiting. 'Well, as long as I'm in a comic book, might as well go see the city. Gotta be better then the rest stops.' Leaving the Marie Severin rest stop and heading back to his truck, Joe gets in line for gas. 'You'd have thought you'd get free gas inside your own mind. I need to read more.' After what seems an eternity waiting for gas, Joe gets back on the road, which for ease of reference he will continue to call the New Jersey Turnpike, 'but really, who knows at this point,' and continues on his way to Freedom City. Or is that starts? Good god, this is going to get confusing. A short while later, Joe follows the exit to route 6 and finds himself near the boardwalk. 'What the hey, seems like a good enough place to stop. I do love the water.'

I'll play. Powerwise, I'll steal that underwater powerset that was posted a few pages back. sure, it has very limited usefulness, but dang it I love the ocean.

I'll play. Powerwise, I'll steal that underwater powerset that was posted a few pages back. sure, it has very limited usefulness, but dang it I love the ocean.

I'll play. Powerwise, I'll steal that underwater powerset that was posted a few pages back. sure, it has very limited usefulness, but dang it I love the ocean.

I'd personally go with either a complication or a 1 point draw back. It doesn't seem too intense, and she can conceivable get out of poverty. But it is a Role Play situation, so I lean more toward complication. Earn those hero points.

I'd personally go with either a complication or a 1 point draw back. It doesn't seem too intense, and she can conceivable get out of poverty. But it is a Role Play situation, so I lean more toward complication. Earn those hero points.

I'd personally go with either a complication or a 1 point draw back. It doesn't seem too intense, and she can conceivable get out of poverty. But it is a Role Play situation, so I lean more toward complication. Earn those hero points.

For High Note I would like to spend my 2 PP as follows: Perform (Singing) 11(+16) Perform (Acting) 6(+11) Diplomacy 5(+10) Force Field 5 Updated by Barnum

For High Note I would like to spend my 2 PP as follows: Perform (Singing) 11(+16) Perform (Acting) 6(+11) Diplomacy 5(+10) Force Field 5 Updated by Barnum