Lone Star

KC snapped out of it. He saw the woman attacking the cute Japanese girl, and he roared into action. "CTHULHU F'HTAGN!" He shouted as mystic fire immolated him. His green skin and scales erupted from his former skin, and his costume appeared over that: a black bodysuit with an Elder Sign in white. He clapped his hands together, and summoned a ball of mystic fire, which he shot at the thug. It split up into multiple smaller globules, and rushed at the man. "No one attacks cute girls on my watch."

Okay, so I've got some serious spending to do. - 4 pp to add 1 to attack and defense - 4 pp to add 2 ranks of Blast to his array, bringing the damage up to par, then increase the ranks of Confuse, Drain Wisdom, Paralyze, and Emotion Control to 8 as well. Also, increase Mental Blast to 5? (Not sure how many points it can be, I'll talk in the chat about it.) - 3 pp to add another rank of Luck, and Improved Critical 2 to Drain Wisdom. So that's 11 points. I will edit this later, may be spending the rest of them. I should have 12 points left over. Done by Sandman XI, but your calculations are slightly off. You forgot to account for your blast having Autofire, so it was 6 points. Your Drain Wisdom as is only costs 6 as is, so I put the improved Critical 2 on the power itself. It still equals out for you having 12pp. Talk to me (or any ref) if you have questions

Kid Cthulhu :cthulhu: A Day at the Museum The One Where They Fight The Nazis

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2543626/ KC enters the fray and rolls a freaking critical! Hell to the yes! That's Drain Wisdom. The attack is 26, and the Will Save is 21.

KC nods to her. He stretches his back, and his wings extend to either side of him. He takes a moment to wipe some broken glass off of the Elder Sign on his chest, and took off. He got to a running start, and leapt out of the airship. He saw the two of them duking it out, and KC quickly entered the fray. "You're a little early for Halloween, White Knight. Besides, the bedsheet ghost costume is way overdone." He held his hand to his temple, and used his magic to steal the Nazi's sanity. He only hoped it would be enough. The power surged out of his temples in a powerful stream. He felt a little light-headed.

Here are the ones I have planned. 1. What if KC were written in the 90's? 2. What if KC was a supervillain? 3. What if KC was written in the Silver Age? 4. What if KC was a B-movie monster?

Blake takes absolutely no notice. He continues pawing through the art like a geek through back issues. He begins to hum to himself, completely absorbed in what he's doing. He took no notice of the voice, nor the grates coming down in the room. Nope. Nothing could reach him now.

1d20+2=14 My bad. :oops:

Blake finally looked up. "Yes, yes they were." he said, and went back to the art. If there was one thing he didn't want to talk about, it was his parents. Maybe he had been hiding his mourning behind his joking facade. That had worked for him. He squinted his eyes, squeezed the bridge of his nose, and kept looking around. He had missed them, and a wave of emotions came over him. As he turned from Ashley, a tear squeezed out of his eye. He quickly wiped it away, and went to look at some Roman statues.

"This is so tight..." Blake said, absorbed in the sheer artsiness of it all. He was everywhere at once, oohing and ahing over everything. If there was any dark foreboding at all, he took no notice. He wasn't carrying anything on him, as his costume appeared when he changed. Magic is strange like that.

Blake was bored out of his skull. Although they had gone around, behind, even over it, they had not checked out any of the museum's supposed art collection. He turns to Ashley and says "Let's ditch this guide. I'm bored. Me wants to see the art." He looked back at the other Claremont kids, and they looked as bored as he. "I should have just come here on my own." he said, almost tempted to light something on fire in his intense boredom.

KC knew the psycho Nazi was weakened. He wanted to finish this bitch off so Ashley and him could help fighting the bigger baddies. He held his hand to his temple, and readied a stream of mental energy. "Say goodnight, crazy." He fired a stream of psychic energy directly at her temples.

Mental Blast, no need to roll. DC 19 Will.

Blake came with the group for the art. He really could have cared less about the T-Rex. He was in his human form, his black hair worn down to his shoulders, a green streak down the front. He was wearing black jeans and a The Who T-shirt. He looked bored. "Where's the art?" he blurted out. He was glad, at least, to be with his Claremont friends. He was standing near Ashley, but he hadn't said a word to her all day. Maybe later. He didn't want to talk to her when she was with her friend. They might...talk about him later, which is something Blake really wanted to avoid. If there was any way he could avoid being gossiped about, he would have done it.

Cthulhu F'htagn, baby.

raises hand. KC would be up for another thread.

KC spasms as his body is filled with power. "Cool." He ducked down, and dashed across the floor, stopping right in front of the Nazi. He swiped an arm to the back of her head and grabbed a handful of her hair. His other hand he laid, fingers extended, on her forehead. "You'll feel this one in the morning, blondie." KC's eyes glowed with eldritch energy as he sapped her mind of its wisdom and sanity. The lights flickered with the power, and some of the windows cracked. The toilets inside the ship began to slosh and a few coffee mugs disappeared from existence. Weird things happened around KC.

Friggin' 20+8= 28 Attack Roll! 21 Will save.

Luckily, KC was nimble enough to dodge the brunt of the attack, managing to get his wings cut slightly as he turned to face her. Although his heart was racing, he managed to think of a one-liner as he lit up his fists with otherworldly fire. "We ain't in the prisoner takin' business, we're in the Nazi killin' business. And business is a-boomin'!" He smiled at her as he prepared to enter the fray. Psycho Nazi sword chicks were generally detrimental to society.

http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2523655/ First roll, I'll reroll. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/2523656/ My reroll is a 21, so KC's gonna take a bruise.

KC nodded. A stealth entrance would be a good idea. "Heh...stealth entrance..." KC thought to himself. No time to be distracted. KC swooped towards the window, like a very odd species of bird. "Shield your eyes!" KC said as he crashed into the window. As the window shattered inwards, KC let go of Rycon and they both more or less fell on the floor of the ship. "Well, at least we've still got our health."

(also not three words) To Become a (metaphorically) Immortal Artist.

1d20+2=10

KC flew towards the scene, and saw the huge blimp-like airship. "Who is this joker anyway?" As he flew closer, he saw Fulcrum. Still as Amazonian as ever. He also saw another girl, with white hair. Cute. "Hey, Fulcrum! Long time no see! Who is this maniac? I'm totally up for some bad guy thrashing..." He saw another figure, a flying boy with a guitar. KC shrugged a little. Not the weirdest thing he'd seen but hopefully he could help. "Hey! Guitar Hero! Give us a hand, would you?"

KC sighed. "You got it, Rycon." Unfortunately, his perfect chance was totally blown. "CTHULHU FHTAGN!" the teen shouted. A quick flash of mystic fire and a few noises from beyond, and Blake was Kid Cthulhu once more. He stretched his back, and his leathery wings extended to either side of him. He grabbed Rycon's waist, and took off, his wings flapping like some kind of unholy bird of prey.