Eviscerus

Leviathan Leviathan smiled and took the offered hand of the woman in the suit, even though he was suspicious of her. Veijlial had to remind himself that there were genuinely people in this town that could be trusted, and not everyone was working with the Serpent People or had ulterior motives or designs upon him. "A pleasure to meet you Miss Revenant, you may call me Leviathan, and I would be most pleased to work with you, as my expertise lie mostly in all things oceanic. I must confess I am at a loss among you surfacers. You are all so... pleasant." As the unimaginable car drove up near the cafe and out stepped the man with the cane, Leviathan turned his head to regard the well dressed man with the English accent. Well, this city is never in short supply of oddities or heroes, that is certain, Leviathan thought as he saw the man's garb and manner. An almost genuine smile rose to his lips when he thought that he'd finally met someone legitimately stranger than he was. He kept the smile fixed to his lips as he bowed to the man with the cane. "Good evening, sir. Might I introduce the Lady Revenant, and I am humbly known as Leviathan. I am glad indeed to be working with such distinguished members of Freedom City's staff of heroes. I do regret however that we meet at the scene of the death of one of my... people." Leviathan seemed to have a hard time pronouncing the last word, as if the lie felt wrong and slimy coming out of his mouth. He did not wish to lie to these poor folk, but neither could he trust them with his true heritage, not until he was sure their reactions wouldn't land him in the spotlight as prime suspect.

Leviathan might be able to aid the medicine check with a Knowledge: Life Sciences skill check maybe. Or rather he could use Knowledge: Arcane Lore to search for any signs of a magical ritual involved in this murder. Either way here's the checks: 18 for Life Sciences 22 for Arcane Lore Let me know which would be best for me to use

I'm fine with waiting

Okay using his base cone of fire attack, Maxie will attempt to move first in a direction that minimizes the risk of hurting others with his fire breath. So that's a DC 21 Reflex save and then a DC26 Toughness save (Unless he makes the reflex save, in which case the DC is 20)

Spitfire This time, when Mr. Mist attempted to cut off Spitfire's air supply with a suffocating gas, he was ready, filling his lungs with fire, burning the harmful vapor before it could get into his lungs. Snorting a lick of flame out his nose, Maxie smiled derisively at the floundering supervillain. "What's the matter, pal? Outta gas already? It wasn't very nice, tryin' to stink us all outta here, and it was less cordial to try and part these people from their hard earned money. I reckon you got a bit of a tanning comin' boy!" Maxie sucked in a deep breath and let fly a gout of flame that could melt metal directly into the face of Mr. Mist, doing all he could to focus the cone of conflagration away from innocent bystanders and expensive looking items such as cars and set pieces. Some collateral damage was to be expected, when dealing with someone who breathed fire, but that didn't mean Maxie couldn't do all he could to minimize chaos.

Leviathan Almost exclusively the Atlanteans that Veijlial had any contact with was his mentor Jon, so it was rather unlikely he knew this poor victim, or had even seen him in passing, still, he made a show of looking over the corpse and his features before shaking his head in the negative. "I'm sorry, I am not acquainted with this individual and can offer no clue to his identity. You said the garbageman found him? Did he notice anything else strange other than the victim? Hooded figures? People with reptilian or snake-like features? Or anything else remotely like that?" Veijlial continued to scan the area, looking for any signs of a magic ritual or sacrifice that would resemble what was seen at the scene of Jon's death. "Was the victim stabbed or shot? Has the area been checked for a murder weapon or casing or what have you?"

PM'd 10/30/2011 for clarification/feedback Alright, hopefully last round of edits for Spitfire for a while: take out the 1 ep for Caltrops as it puts his point total in equipment over by 1. (I honestly don't remember why I even put that in there in the first place!) Change the costume's immunity from all fire damage to half effect on all fire effects. I had originally had it that way simply so his costume doesn't burn up while he's doin his hero stuff, seeing as how Spitfire has complete immunity to fire effects himself, but I suppose half from fire effects is a bit more believable So the costume should read like this: Fire-Retardant Costume: Protection 3 + Immunity 10 [Fire Effects, Flaw: Half effect (-1)] [8EP] Oh yeah and his Fire eater tricks array should be rank 15.5 not 156.5 hehe I hope that takes care of all the problems on the sheet!

Alright, here's the save: 21 saved by the skin of my teeth!

Here's my disguise check if you need it: 54

Leviathan Veijlial had exhausted almost everything he could possibly think of to find leads on the Serpent People that had killed his friend and tutor, Jon. He had performed arcane rituals, combed the sewers and subterranean places of Freedom City, attempted to connect with those within the city that were "in the know" and yet nothing so far had given him even the first hint of a lead to go on. And so it wasn't without a sense of irony that Leviathan got his first hint at anything resembling a connection with Serpent People from listening to a police scanner. As the voices talked on the scanner of a murder, something in their tone immediately caught Leviathan's attention. These people's voices sounded trepidatious, maybe even a little fearful. It wasn't long before it was mentioned that the victim was an Atlantean. Without waiting for further information to come across the radio Veijlial gathered the darkness around him, murmered a few arcane syllables and stepped through the shadows from his hideaway on the waterfront to a darkened alley in Riverside next to the Riverdance Cafe. Seeing from this vantage point a woman in a suit talking with a man in uniform, Veijlial decided it was best to err on the side of caution and hide his true features among this crowd. It would not be a stretch for the law enforcement to assume he was culpable due to the fact that not only did he dress in dark ominous robes but also that he was of the reviled race of Deep Ones. Muttering another incantation Veijlial's appearance rippled and contorted till he took on the look of an Atlantead with roughly the same features and garb. Stepping out of the shadows, Leviathan spread the tail of his black and green robe behind him. Moving briskly he walked close enough to the woman speaking with the policeman to hear the conversation. Pulling back the hood of his robes Leviathan offered a smile before interrupting. "Excuse me officer, but I might be of particular aid in the current proceedings. Could you direct me to the detective in charge of the investigation?" With his smile locked firmly in place Leviathan started scanning the crowd for the most likely candidate of said detective.

I'd say Leviathan is connected to Atlantis I'd be willing to throw him into this

noticed a couple of problems with Spitfire's sheet. First off, his unspent power points should be 0, not 1. Toughness save should be +9 Fortitude save should be +7 Con should read: Con 20/22 (+5/+6) that looks like it Super Movement 1 (Swinging) costs 2PP (or 2EP in the case of his grappling gun). Immunity 5 (Fire Damage) is probably beyond the scope of Equipment; perhaps half immunity to all fire effects for the same price? Otherwise, Strangest Show on Earth'd by Gizmo

Spitfire Here's a tip, Spitfire thought to himself as he gasped and retched from the vile gas, if strange fog doesn't act like fog at all, it might be a bad guy and not just some weird useless spell! Max's eyes watered and he went down to one knee, trying vainly to focus his fires to burn the gas out of his lungs. It was hard to turn oxygen into a combustable when you don't have any in your lungs and can't get any in because said lungs are filled with noxious gas. Worst of all to Maxie was the thought that since the thing was made of this mist that what was actually in his lungs was another person. "Ack- *cough cough* I can taste him, *cough* eeew he's in my mouth, *cough cough*" Spitfire looked around blindly and helplessly as the thugs started fleecing the crowd. It was all he could do to focus his eyes against the stinging, watering foulness that was Mr. Mist. This is NOT going well. But I'll be damned if I'm gonna be taken down by some overgrown fart cloud!

Attempting to use Spitfire's cone blast to counter the fog effect. Obviously since it's an actual thing and not fog, it's not gonna go so well!

Spitfire Seeing the thugs surrender was definitely a new one on Max, but he wasn't about to complain about his good fortune, though the leader's defiance even in the face of defeat did cause Max a bit of hesitation on calling this one done with. Turning to Quintessence, Spitfire bowed deeply and smiled. "Name's Spitfire, Quintessence nice ta make yer acquaintance. As for a cell phone, I'm sure someone from the crowd sent up the signal flare as soon as yer boy there produced his piece." Spitfire looked over to the lamp and an ever more worried expression continued to crease his brow and darken his crimson colored eyes. "That is really starting to give me the heebie jeebies. We better neutralize this lot fast, so anyone got anyway to bind these fools? Fire's not exactly known fer it's ability to double as handcuffs if ya know what I mean. It is, however, known for it's ability to evaporate water like nobody's business...I'll see what I can do about lifting this here fog." Spitfire boldly saunters up close to the blanket of fog acting definitely unfog like and releases a blanketing gout of flame that arcs into the air, the cone fans out, fingers of flame licking the air and heating the surrounding area, attempting to dissipate the fog.

Okay, Spitfire's Initiative will be: 10, man this ain't gonna be good that is, if you need it yet. If not Max'll be ready to run his mouth for the next few centuries just in case ;)

Okay, here's a check for Spitfire's stealth to emerge from the Tattoo tent, in case you need one. 11 come on! Alright, I'll HP to re-roll that nonsense 25 much better!

Spitfire Spitfire carefully emerged from the back of his tent, trying not to draw attention. As soon as he was out among the crowd he noticed two costumed heroes already confronting the would be baddies. Well whatya know, looks like I got all dressed up for nothin', Spitfire thought. Spitfire was truly surprised to see this many superheroes in such a small place, for that matter, Spitfire noticed that Amir hadn't even confronted the hooligans as of yet, so there was still more to come! Spitfire smiled to himslef, I love this town! Spitfire blazed a path right up next to Bluesman, letting a little flame flare from his nostrils. "There some sorta superhero meetin' in this fair I wasn't invited to? Or maybe a support group? I get down with stale donuts and cold coffee just like the next man ya know! Did I miss anythiing?" Spitfire's tirade was followed by a white smile that drizzled smoke. He then turned to the hapless thugs. "Boys, I'd do exactly as the two gentleman here suggest. They don't seem to share my love of trenchcoats. Besides, I don't need to remind you that yer standin' on wood, and it ain't exactly fireproof." When the lamp went out Spitfire knew something else other than just a few restless thugs was going down here, and he quietly cursed under his breath. "Ya know, just once, I'd like it if nothing would go wrong directly on TOP of somethin' else goin' wrong. Is that too much to ask?"

Spitfire Maxie took the cards with a smile after waving goodbye to Josh. His prompt exit in the face of a potential backer surprised Maxie, considering the amount of clout a rich superhero could carry. Maxie turned backed to Amir and laughed at his proposal of hosting an exhibit to feature his work. “Thanks, Amir, really, that’s kind but I don’t really consider myself that kind of artist. I just don’t have the ego or pretense of self loathing they seem to have. Besides, my canvas is the human body, I wouldn’t know what to do with actual canvas. As far as teachin’ you the tricks of fire-eating I could say that it’s a secret monastic art passed down through the ages and one must have total discipline and self mastery to even consider the ancient magics of fire eating, but we both know that’d be a lie. No, really it’s just sorta dangerous, but sure I can teach ya how to do it, as long as you promise not to be better than me at it. I won’t take payment though, Amir. You might be used to throwin’ money at problems or people to get them to like you, or you feel you need to offer it to them for some reason, or maybe you just are that generous, but I don’t think you should have to pay just so I could teach you how to do something crazy and insane that many would label you an idiot for. My friendships free, buddy and it can’t be bought with any amount of money. Either way, don’t fret over it, I got yer card and you can take one o’ mine. Call me if you ever really wanna try fire eating.†When Amir mentioned the men in coats, Maxie’s face took on a look of consternation as he scanned the crowd. Suddenly all the mirth was wiped from his face, but in a flash it was back. “Ah, I bet it is one o’ them flashmob thingamajigs, but you’d probably know better than a tattoo artists what ta look fer, right? Anyways, I think I’ma take myself a little break my friend. Think I hear that supper bell a ringin’.†With that, Maxie grabbed the canvas bag and headed into the curtained off section of the booth, where he started to change into his suit and take out his contact lenses. Amir’s assessment seemed a bit paranoid to Maxie, but it was better to be safe than sorry. If indeed there was to be trouble, Maxie wasn’t going to be caught with his proverbial pants down.

Spitfire The hub-bub around the stage registered only as ambient noise to Maxie, being completely engrossed in the business at hand of art, fire, and making nice with new celebrities. "Howdy sir, it's a pleasure to have an actual hero perusing my little booth here. Feel free to look around and if'n yer wanting yerself a tatt, be it permanent or temporary just let me know." Maxie gestured over to Josh with a wave of his hand "That there is Joshua, he's quite the guitarist, I reckon with all three of us standin here, this booth has the three most talented SOB's at this here fair!" Maxie flashed a bright smile that lit up his eyes, which normally would be a dead giveaway to his mutant heritage if it was not for the fact he was wearing colored contact lenses that turned them a bright green, instead of the flame red they normally were. "So what brings a big shot hero like yerself to this humble fair? Hardwood floors too cold in yer place?" Maxie nudged a chin in the direction of the rug booth. "I can't stand how cold the linoleum in my trailer gets in the middle of the night sometimes, so I been thinkin of gettin' a couple throw rugs myself."

alright notice check is: 13 d'oh! Spitfire's too busy bein' pretty to notice i guess. :D

Spitfire Maxie looked over to the blacksmith and a frown creased his brow for a fraction of a second. "Let's hope that guy's as firm a believer in the capitalist system as I am. Better competition breeds better business practices and better products and what-not." Maxie shook his head and looked back down to his tattoo work, glancing slightly over to the canvas sea bag underneath his work bench where he kept his costume. It was a slightly paranoid action, considering he really didn't believe the blacksmith would go crazy and put them all on the evening news, but you never could tell with some folks. Maxie noticed the swell of people surrounding the man near the fabric booth and pointed his chin in that direction "Ain't that the guy from the tv who says he's a superhero? Guess all kinds like the fair eh? Wonder what's so special bout that rug booth that got that guy's attention, maybe I should buy one fer my trailer. Think he'll want a tattoo?" Maxie flashed a bright smile and laughed at his own joke before turning back to his work yet again.

Spitfire Max took Josh's hand and smiled, "Nice to meet you Josh. Yeah, these are all mine, and thanks for the compliment, though I daresay it's the fire that attracts the crowd and not my handiwork. When you come down though, they'll have somethin' new to talk about I'm sure." Maxie listened to the rhythm as he picked up a couple fire-sticks. Closing his eyes he let the notes flow over his skin, nodding his head to the beat. Suddenly opening his eyes he smiled and tossed one of the sticks in the air, grabbed a match, struck it, and popped it into his mouth before catching the stick in his mouth as well. Maxie then drew out the stick, which was now aflame. Continuing his act, Maxie looked over to Josh and smiled, "Nice choice friend, always did have a fondness fer that one, though I usually use more modern riffs in my act. Well, I used to when I did the fire bit professionally. It's a long, lonely road out there, and I ain't sayin' it's all bad, but sooner or later ya gotta put down roots. No better place then here, right? Well, exceptin' maybe a beach where the drinks are always free and the women are, shall we say, less than clothed, hehe. Barring that, this place'll do. So what brought you here? You seem to be more from my neck o' the woods."

Spitfire Looking over to the man playing guitar Maxie smiled and blew out a last gout of flame. "I reckon I could use a little somethin' to stoke the fires. Jus' throw down something flame appropriate my man, I'll work off of it. Ain't a beat I can't dance to, so to speak." Maxie turned to have a quick conversation with a couple looking over his tattoo book then turned back to the man with the guitar. "The name's Maxie my friend, It's a pleasure to meet ya. Yer welcome to come down to my shop anytime and play that there guit-box. A little live music might freshen up the place from time to time. My customers might throw some coin yer way, as will I, I reckon. Us entrepreneurs gotta look out fer each other don't we?" Maxie started setting up more fire sticks on his table, getting ready for his next showing. He was glad the man with the guitar was there, any increase to the visibility of his booth was a plus in his eyes.

Spitfire "Howdy folks! Come get a taste of Freedom City's only Fire-eating tattoo artist!" Maxie looked around and smiled before plunging a fire-stick in his mouth then blowing out a gout of flame 2 feet high. He seemed to be drawing a fair crowd, though most just guffawed or laughed at his sales gimmicks. It may be corny, but there's somethin' to be said fer ingenuity! Spitfire thought to himself as he kept up the tirade. Having extensive knowledge as a former carnival barker, Maxie knew how to throw his voice over a large area, and today he was getting a lot of practice. "Now for today I'm only doin' some henna tattoos, however, if you're wanting something permanent pick up a card and head to the address on it. You show up at my shop with that card and you get yerself a discount on whatever ink you want done. I also do piercings!" After his spiel he looked at his watch, noting the time. He planned to do the same routine every hour on the hour, which gave him plenty of time to do some henna tattoos as well as a small fire eating show. The day had been going well so far, he'd given about 8 tattoos and done about 4 fire shows, which wasn't bad for the first 4 hours. Maxie smiled and snorted to himself remembering that 6 out of the 8 tattoos he'd given were all what are so lovingly referred to as "tramp stamps," given to girls too young to actually have a real tattoo, still, as long as his artwork was out there and being seen, there was little he had to complain about.