Cyrith

Gordy looks very impressed with the new girls performance, as he claps and smiles. 'Good thing you're a girl, or I'd have to hate you. She might even be better then me. She's at least as good. So why does that piss me off?' "That was awesome. But you know, you really shouldn't tap on mics, it's not good for them. Here, lets see if you know this one." Childhood Living Is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless Lady You know who I am You know I can't let you Slide through my hands Wild horses Couldn't drag me away Wild horses, we'll ride them someday. Gordy finish his song, closing his eyes and just going for it.

Gordy jumps a little when Lullaby talks directly into his mind. 'Not used to that.' "Why don't you go first. Then it'll be easier for me to know where I have to sing to harmonize."

Gordy, or more accurately High Note, is definitely jealous of the new girls costume. His just obscured his face. "Woah. Cool dress. My moms a seamstress, but she hasn't made anything quite like that before. She's currently making my my super-outfit though, lasts years one doesn't really fit anymore. Plus she had sewn on a couple of music notes to it, and I just thought that looked tacky. But back to your dress, does it just make you look different, or can it do other stuff?"

"Did you just call me sir? Ew, that makes me sound so old. Please, just call me Gordy. And yeah, the changing room is at the back left of the theater. Normal left, not stage left. If you go to the stage left room, you'll be changing in the wrong place. Though I doubt it's in use right now, so it really doesn't matter. Truth be told it's almost become my own private sanctum." Gordy thinks about his private stash of Mr. Goodbars hiding in a box at the back of the closet in the designated men's changing room. He'd have to go get one after his test. Not now though. Too nervous. "So tell me, what's your style? Personally I'm all about contemporary musical theater, little bit of opera, or old time musical theater."

Gordy gulps in nervousness and a little bit of fear. He hadn't used his deflection shield much since the tomato incident. Mostly because he'd been trying to keep himself out of situation where he got shot at. Just for his own added peace of mind he activates his force field. "O..Ok. I'm ready." The first target, looking like a petty thief, fires from directly in front of High Note, but he flinches and doesn't have his sound up in even close to the right place, the blast hits him in the chest. It doesn't hurt as much as he thought, though that may be the force field. The second shot comes before High Note fully has the ability to recover from his mental shock and nerves. Again, he is very much off with his shield, and again the blast hits him. This time he had managed to react, so it only caught him in the shoulder, but that's all it needed to do. As the last shot from the first target screams toward him, High Note screams, in the more literal sense, toward it. The Shot is blocked almost perfectly. One out of three. Not good. But it didn't hit all three times. That's what counts. 'Round one down. I really hope they aren't filming this. Would not make for a good audition tape.' Almost without warning the second target, looking like a well dressed bodyguard, pops up to begin it's attack. Fortunately there was a little bit of warning, allowing High Note to turn toward the attack and throw up a wall of sound, bouncing the shot away from him. 'That's it. I'm starting to get the hang of this.' Feeling confident, High Note prepares himself for the next shot. It looks like a worse shot then the last one, throwing High Note off by just enough for him to have his wall in the wrong place. Quick footwork keeps it from making real contact with him though. The last shot come in right down the middle, and it is of no real challenge for High Note to throw up his wall and render the attack useless. 'Two out of three blocked, and no hits that time. That's gotta earn me some points.' The third target, looking a little like Rambo, appears just as High Note finishes his thought. The first shot catches him completely unaware, the deflecting wall going up as the shot hits him. 'That can't have looked good.' The next shot from Rambo-lite comes in high and toward the shoulder, narrowly avoiding the wall and catching High Note in the humerus. Two up and two hit is not making Gordy feel all that confident about his chances of passing this round, but he tries not to let it get to him. 'I'm sure even Colm Wilkinson had days where he couldn't sing it out right.' The last shot comes in, down toward his legs, but the sound wall goes up just in time to keep him safe. 'Huh. I did crap, then good, then crap. Lets hope the pattern holds. I need to rock this next part.' The last of the targets he is to face in this test pops up. Someone in the test office apparently has been paying attention to him, as the attacker takes the form of Andrew Llyod Webber. "Oh. It's on!" The hated play rights first shot comes in, making a bee line for High Notes face. Without even a hint of his earlier fear High Note throws up a deflective screen, making the attack do nothing. The second attack fares somewhat better, faking out the teen super and catching him in the gut. The final attack of the test is almost identical to the one before, passing through the screen and getting High Note right in the face. High Note lets the anger of being outdone by Webber get to him and launches an attack at the target. "That's for Cats!"

Gordy smiles at the new girl. She could end up being alot of fun. He signals to her to follow him as he heads toward the gym. "Only pretty much always. Like I was saying, I spend the majority of my free time in the theater. Or out in the theater district, at auditions. But there aren't any good parts for short high school students. Not professional parts anyway. I'm hoping to do a spring musical. Maybe company. But they keep telling my choices aren't family appropriate."

Ok. I'll get that up today

Gordy watches the argument unfold in front of him, occasionally opening his mouth to say something, then thinking better of it. No need to annoy the violent kids on day one. At least, not too much. "Well, I'm uncomfortable. I'm gonna go this way now, toward the gym. Why don't you two go get your rooms, and anyone interested can come to the gym."

I don't. I'm going to be close to hitting rank 7 again, at which point I'm going to want to put the points right back into where they were.

Gordy waits until the teachers are out of ear before coughing lightly to get attention.\ "Ok, so here's the skinny. We all use our powers outside of the designated area's, and as long as no one gets hurt or changed into a rabbit or something, you probably won't get into too much trouble. Detentions aren't that bad, trust me, I end up in at least one a month. I don't pay enough attention to the teachers mostly. I'm sure some of you probably want to get moved in. The dorms are over that way, though if you don't know your room number yet, the admissions office is just down the hall. I actually need to be in the gym soon, so if anyone would like to know where that is, feel free to follow. I have my 'Power Assessment Test' today. Most of you will probably have one at some point." Most of this is said a little fast, as this is Gordy's first time in front of a crowd in a few months, and his natural hyper activity seems to be running on overtime.

How much did deflect change between the core book and UP? I don't want to post something just to find out I did the entire thing wrong

Just went through my build again for High Note. Ignore the part about taking a rank off of my perform singing, it's at the correct rank. The other parts stand.

Gordy declined to take a packet, seeing as he was already a student at Claremont, and didn't really need to know where the gym was anymore. He ends up sitting just a few seats away from the boy he figures is named Darian as Miss Harcourt called him out on something. One of the other new students looks at him and says something about a false name. "A false name? On the first day? Legendary."

At this point I'm just waiting until I hit 7 again so I can put them back in where they were. I'll look over the build again, but I can't really think of anything else it needs.

Gordy just nods and takes a final swallow of his honey tea. Someone in food services new something about voice. The first of the targets pops up just as Gordy makes it to the line on the ground. 'Easy does it. This one is just like at camp.' A deep breath precedes High Note's shot, and his concentrated blast of high pitched sound strikes just to the left of center. A good hit. Smiling a little with his easy success, Gordy waits for the next target to pop up. It does, a further way down the range. These ones can be a bit of trouble. Still, it's a bit like camp. And Gordy did well at the camp archery classes. And he does well now,hitting just to the left of center again. 'Guess my point of aim is off. I need to work on that a little' With two up and two down in quick succession, High Note starts feeling pretty good about this. 'Bring on the next one. I'm getting good at this.' This time the target pops up and moves a bit from side to side, back and forth. 'Huh. Didn't have moving targets at camp.' Trying not to be phased by the more unfamiliar target, High Note focuses in. He follows along with his eyes, then lets go when it's directly in front of him. It hits just to the side. "Try aiming at where it will be, not where it is." The headmasters voice cuts into the room through the speaker. High Note nods and gives a double thumbs up, showing that he's listening. He follows in front of the target this time, taking a few seconds to really get his bearings, and lets go with another blast. It just hits around the edges of the target. Not the best hit, but it's still a hit none the less. 'What the last one going to do, fly?' As it turned out, the last of the targets did not fly. It did however seem to have some sort of AI that made it move away when he looked at it for too long. This one was going to be tough. Really tough. Trying again High Note takes a few seconds to get the idea of the movement and look for a pattern. Thinking he spies something he launches his blast, but it's quite wide, and he hits only the far gym wall. High Note does his best not to let it annoy him. He just need to nail down how the target moves. What did his teachers always say. 'Don't worry about speed, worry about hitting.' As usual, his teachers were right. The blast of sound speeds from High Note and makes contact with his target. Sure, in a real combat he might not have had the luxury of so much time to aim, but for a test, it seemed to work just fine. "That's right. Sondheim himself couldn't have hit those notes!"

And again with this one, and any after it. Then I only have to roll a 17+, not 19. Yay.

For this third attack I'm using aim to get a plus 2. That for the attack against the DC 20.

It seems for High Note I would need to lose the rank of attack focus(ranged), lower my force field rank by one and lose a rank of Perform singing, thus refunding me 2.25 points. Re-posted from the other thread, as it seems to have been missed.

"Are there ever. Hi, I'm Gordy, the resident Broadway kid." Gordy thrusts his hand out, probably a little scary to someone just getting off the bus at a new school. But he couldn't help it. Finally, someone to duet with.

Gordy looked out the window from one of the hall ways when he saw a bus drive up. And a ship. 'Man, I can't even drive yet.' Usually he would have kept walking to the theater to do some time off vocal practice when a thought struck him. Hadn't they said he might be getting a new roommate? Slipping out the closest exit, and hoping that it wasn't an emergency door, the teen sometimes known as High Note set about crossing over to the new comers. "Hi Miss Harcourt. Are these the new kids, or a tour group?"

Hmm, got close on that last one. Though even if I had made the DC 25, I doubt I would have got the concentration check. Low constitution doesn't help me there.

"Ready." Gordy listened for the first of the tones. Nothing fancy, short busts, probably in the middle of his vocal range. Trying to steady he nerves, Gordy takes a deep breath. Just as he sings out the thought 'I suck at tests' goes through his head, and he sings out about an octave off. "Sorry. Let me try that again." Forcing his mind to go blank of all but his task, Gordy tries again. 'It's just like being on stage, only different sounds. Sing from the diaphragm and all that.' This time he nails it, singing almost perfectly in sync with the noises. No sooner does he stop for a breath then the next noise starts. Same range, longer notes. Just a little bit harder. Note much though. High Note lives up to his name and has no trouble stretching the notes longer. The sound manipulating teenager stops to rest his voice. "Very good Gordy. Now try this one." The tones began to come quicker, like the lyrics of a Dispatch song. On his first try High Note can't go quite fast enough. He stops, listens for a moment, then tries again. With just that little extra study, the note are no problem. "Excellent. Now for the real challenge." Impossibly, the notes hit quicker and quicker. Not only that, but they seem to be switching all over the vocal range. This is really going to be tough. On his first try High Note manages to switch his tone from note to note, but is not nearly quick enough with his individual shouts. On his second try he gets closer, but still note close enough and stops after only 3 notes. Last try. 'Hmm, I wonder if he can tell the differance between me doing this with my vocal powers and with me just signing. I could always try that.' Gordy glances at loudspeaker momentarily. Certainly they could see him, though he didn't know where the cameras where. They also probably had all sorts of different devices to measure the use of powers. Too risky. Rumor had that Headmaster Summers used to go after the big name villains with nothing but sheer determination. Something told Gordy that even if he could fool the power measures, he wouldn't fool the Duncan Summers. There was only one thing to do. Give it one last try. Thinking about it later, the most frustrating part of the test to Gordy would be that he almost had it. Just a little too slow in coming, and by this point he was stressed and out of breath. "I can't do it. I'm sorry." Duncan Summers can almost hear the defeat in his words. Obviously Gordy wasn't used to having his voice fail him.

Gordy breathed in deep as Duncan Summers made his way out of the room. Out of reflex he began to do his scales, just like he would before a big stage performance. Just as the headmaster reached the door he brought up his sound wall force field, making the air around him shimmer. 'You can do this. Remember your training from last year, remember to relax, remember to breathe. Think about archery lessons from the summer. You can do this. You can fight.' "Bring it on!"

"Well, I was talking with a group of the guys who already went, and they said it was pretty simple. First stationary target practice, then the combat drone and then we show you our new trick. They also said that after all of that we had to fight you, but I'm pretty sure they were kidding." Gordy looks around himself one more time. "I don't even see any drones though. Are they gonna try and surprise me?"

A little bit of combat, but mostly just a chance to do a power stunt before buying something on my build. That and to do a little character building.