Lone Star

I'm being called unexpectedly to work. I'll post tonight or tomorrow.

Blake's eyes popped open as she slammed her boot down on his chest. He put a hand over her armored gauntlet. "Babe, we can't kill the dude. I know you won't...but he's just an asshole. You know that as well as I do." He glared at the man, and realized how easy it would be for him to die down there. In his heart, he knew it wouldn't be worth it. "He'll be much better off in jail. Just because he wants to take credit for his little experiment doesn't mean he will. In the end, it'll be his price to pay." Blake crossed his arms at the scientist. "You really could have made this into something, you know. People's lives could have been saved, and you had to be an arrogant bastard and keep it to yourself. Like I said, you're lucky we're not supervillains."

...Are we rolling for initiative?

Blake held it in his hand for a moment, and stared at it, as if contemplating his decision. He brought it close to his face, and moved his hand a little. I'm half expecting the damn thing to wiggle around in my palm. He looked over at Nick, who had a grave expression on his face. Throwing caution to the wind, he popped it in his mouth. He chewed it over thoughtfully, as if tasting a wine. After a moment, he had his verdict. "Delicious."

1d20+10=21 So he failed by nine, and Mad Dog is Stunned, Bruised and Injured. That was unexpected. Red Rook is up. :shock:

Blake looked back at the scientist, and smirked at him. "Sorry, I was waiting for you to say 'if it weren't for you meddling kids'. That speech cracks me up everytime I hear it. But no, we're not going to kill you or anything. That'd be much to petty, I think. We're not supervillains or anything. We will have to arrest you, of course, and you'll go to jail for a long time." Blake's expression changed, and it became more serious. "But why through your life away? You're obviously bright, otherwise you wouldn't have been able to give yourself superpowers. You were working in one of the country's premier laboratories. Why do that to yourself?"

Mad Dog had to pause for a moment, putting his hands against his knees. He had never faced an opponent in which he had to work so hard to even hit him, and it showed. He stood up, and cracked both of his knuckles. He took off a leather glove, and saw his knuckles were raw and bleeding. "Damn, dude. No kidding. This is tough as hell on me. Not that I'm complaining, of course. I bet I'll be fighting guys with skin just as thick as yours. Plus, like, they'll have laser vision or something like that. I think I'm really ready for this fight to be over. There are bigger fish to fry." He reached back with his leg, holding it for a moment. "Now stay down." He adjusted his stance and his leg shot out at the golem's chest, hitting it with the force of a Mac truck.

Mad Dog Power Attack/All-Out Attacks (+5/-5 for both) once more. Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right? It ain't broke. 1d20+16=30 So that's a 30 to hit, and a DC 30 Toughness. I really hope this one takes him down.

Blake grinned and stole a kiss on Jessica's neck, his hand tracing around her waist. "You're so cute." Turning around, he saw Supercape with a jellied eel in his hand. Taking his last few bites of burger, Blake eagerly padded towards the English hero, and smiled broadly. "May I try one?"

Blake walked over to it, and handled it, taking a closer look. "Hmm. Well, there's obviously some science at work here- this much is obvious. This guy may have injected himself with some compound similar to the ones they use in that illegal clinic, the Power-House. I'm betting he used that formula and perfected it, so he could retain his own intellect while being a super-strong badass. That's my theory, anyway. It still doesn't explain about the thaumaturgy symbols. Or why he would need Deep Ones. Want to keep walking?"

Warlock wiped the sleeping dust from his hands on his robe. "Honestly, I have no freaking idea. This still isn't making sense to me. It's a possibility that this guy wrote those destructive runes, that's what I'm thinking at least. Deep Ones aren't that intelligent, and this guy seemed to be pretty smart. At least, that's what he told me. I still can't imagine why he'd need those artifacts, unless there was something else he was after." He put his arms around his girlfriend's waist, and kissed her cheek. "I was worried about you, babe."

Mad Dog looked at the golem, his eyes blazing. "I certainly hope so. My first fight, and I took down a golem. You are a worthy fighter, but you're nothing next to a Marine. I think you've been too reliant on raw power. No finesse to you at all." He grabbed the golem's shoulder, his fingers grinding into the hard clay, and slammed his muscular fist against the golem's jaw. "Clay breaks easily."

Mad Dog will spend his Hero Point to have him use Fearsome Presence as a Move Action, then +5/-5 Power Attack and All-Out Attack. Because that is how he rolls. DC 15 Will for Red Rook to start, then... 1d20+16=35 Hahaha oh God. So...that's a DC 35 Toughness for Red Rook. Badass.

"I managed to take down that necromancer last month with Nick and Cobalt Templar. That was a pretty intense battle, but we managed to cut off the spectral flow at the source. Now it's just regular business, you know. Occasional bumps in the night, living nightmares, all that jazz." He smiled and looked up at her. "It's almost getting to be routine. Not quite boring, mind you. Working with magic is rarely, if ever, boring. It's usually pretty busy, but that's just the nature of the city." He blinked, and put a hand to his forehead. "Gawd, it'll be good to get away."

If it ain't broke, don't fix it! Another DC 19 Will save for the Genius Bruiser.

Warlock sighed in relief as his sleeping powder struck the burly scientist with the effect it should. A bead of his sweat fell from his forehead and hit the cave floor. Thank God. He probably would have kicked my ass if I got too close. Grinning with a near-complacency, he strode over to the scientist, and threw another handful of dust right at his face. "Come on, dude. I told you. Magic beats fisticuffs every time. We just have range, you know? And...well. Force fields to protect against bare knuckles. The victor was already decided, dude. Night, crazy."

Blake kissed the top of her head and put a loving arm around her waist. "You know I never mind being there for you, Jessica. You've always been there for me when I was down or having issues. I know before...I wasn't really a good boyfriend. I didn't even call you when I had my busy months and I barely had time to sleep. I'm glad you still love me even after all of that." He sat up, and started to play with her hair, and stroked it gently. "I still feel like an asshole. This trip will really be good for us. I know for a fact that I need a break from my job, and it'll be great to just...get away."

The man held his hand out dramatically, and smiled broadly. "So you're the one I've been hearing so much about. Gossamer, right? Well you're better looking than I thought, I gotta say. Say, where's that wimpy boyfriend of yours? Doesn't he have anything to say?" As the youth was talking, Gregory had ducked down under the seats and was furiously zipping and attaching parts of his costume together. He stood, triumphantly, and stared down Guitarmageddon with fierce eyes. "I think you need to learn how to pick on someone your own size." He concluded his statement by cracking his mighty knuckles together. He was visibly shaken, but regained his composure quickly. "I think instead of a physical conflict, we settle this in a better way. Now I know that The Metal lives on in me, and I will clearly be the victor, but if you or Gossamer is able to best me in a guitar battle, I'll leave the scene without harming anyone. Do we have a deal?"

Good question! It is of unknown make and origin, but it is a possibility he's good.

Zap laughed and held a hand out. "I'm kidding, man. Come sit back down with us." She stood up and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back down into the seat. Zap looked into his eyes with a stern face, and he could see her brilliant blue eyes, and the Ziggy Stardust lightning makeup across her face. "It's cool, alright? I love my roommate, but God help her she's a geek sometimes. I'm a geek too, but in a different way. If I see a vintage Cadillac riding down the street, you'd better know I'm chasing after it." With a flick of her wrist, she flipped her hair back, and smiled widely. "So, don't have a cow, man."

Blake already had a plate in his hand. "Yo! Push. One fantastic burger, please." He decorated the meat patty with an Elder Sign drawn in ketchup, and slapped it into a bun. After taking a big bite, he walked over to his girlfriend with a smile. "D' you need anyfing?" he said through a mouthful of burger. Taking a moment to swallow, he repeated his statement. "Do you need anything, babe? I feel bad just sitting around when you're working."

Blake uses his Sleeping Powder. DC 19 Will to save vs. Stun.

Warlock laughed a little, cracking his neck. "Hahaha. Oh wait, seriously? You're going to try to beat up a wizard with your bare hands? I'd really like to see you try. If I give you the chance to do so. There are things I know about magic that would make your head spin. Things no man should ever know." As he distracted the young genius, he prepared a handful of his sleeping dust. "Are you really going to fight someone who's seen all that? Someone who can kick your ass back to MIT." He stepped forward, throwing a handful of his magic powder at the man. "Besides, no one like a show-off. You d*ck."

Blake, in spite of himself, grinned a little and looked up at her for a moment. He handed his menu to the waiter before closing his phone and pocketing it. "Uh, raspberry lemonade and steak burger please. Medium well." The waiter smiled and ran back to the kitchen. "Thanks, love. You're a sweetheart." He sat next to her, and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. It was something taking her out on dates, but it was something else to be close to her. Blake graced her cheek with his lips, giving her a sweet kiss.

Five of the six skeletal soldiers struggled against the ectoplasmic bonds as they wrapped around their bony forms. Fortunately, the skeletons were not very well-made, and they couldn't escape the powerful mystic grip Nick had placed on them. The necromancer shrugged off the fist, kicking it with his heel. "Pathetic worm." the necromancer said, drawing in a rattling breath. "Another necromancer like yourself could never match the likes of me. You're afraid to get your hands dirty, so to speak." He grinned and laughed sardonically. "You'll make a good test subject, I suppose. I'll turn your muscular friend into a Frankenstein, like the one you mercilessly killed. It took me weeks to work on him. No matter." "Now die." He pointed a spider-like hand at Nick, and dark energies formed at the end of his fingertips. Warlock and Nick both sensed the darkest necromantic forces being summoned. He released the spell, and a shadowy blast raced towards Nick! The blast hits Nick like a freight train, and the skeletons are freed from their ectoplasmic bonds. "Excellent. Fight for me, my skeletal minions!" The skeletons hammer away at Cobalt Templar and Warlock, but to no avail. "Goddammit." the necromancer says, and puts a hand over his face.