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  1. The Mall. Freedom City's very own Millennium Mall, to be exact. It was a Saturday afternoon, and KC was walking about the mall as Blake. Today, his fashion repitoire consisted of skinny jeans (light blue), black Hi-Tops, and a black Rush T-shirt. His black hair was worn over one of his eyes in the typical emo style, but a bright smile was over his face. He always enjoyed his occasional trips to the mall. He was singing a song to himself from a musical he had recently seen.

    As he walked past Hot Topic, he took a quick glance inside. There were the usual array of T-shirts displayed on the wall. A pretty cashier was checking a young couple out. KC glanced at the cashier and kept a-walkin'. No, wait. He glanced back. Despite Blake's maturity for his age, he was still a teenage boy. He mustered up his confidence and went inside to the store.

  2. I'm building a Gun Kata assassin for an NPC villain. I would like to use the following feats from Warriors and Warlocks...

    -Challenge (Improved Demoralize)

    -Dedicated Dodge

    -Improved Ranged Disarm

    and Attack Flurry from Mecha and Manga. Would there be any concern over this?

  3. GM ONLY POST

    "Thanks, Fulcrum. We've been looking for that one. He's been causing a lot of trouble lately on the international circuit." The police chief responded. "We'll be careful inside, all the same, Breakdown." Turning to one of the police next to him, he ordered, "Get forensics down here right away. And you, get this place roped off. You," He pointed to the man holding the Collector, "Get that one booked, on the double."

    "Sorry, can't say that I do. But reference or no, we're glad to have you on our side." The chief finally holstered his sidearm. As did the others. "This town can certainly use a few more her-" He was cut off.

    A crowd of people began storming the steps of the museum. Cameras were flashing everywhere. People with microphones began to surge around the police and the heroes. One woman shoved a microphone up into Kid Cthulhu's tentacle filled face. "Regina Cox, Channel Four News! Can you tell us what happened here, Mr. -uhh-" She realized that she was looking at a new arrival. A hero that was not yet well known to the public. "Who are you anyway?"

    "Who am I?" KC spread his wings, and assumed a hero's stance. "I'm Kid Cthulhu, baby!"

  4. To begin, I am quite indecisive. I had two idea for my PL 10. I just need help coming up with powers and picking one of these.

    Idea Numero Uno- Brother Coyote. He's a trickster mystic whose power, he claims, comes from the Native American trickster god Coyote. Lots of Bluff and numerous trick powers with the magic descriptor.

    Idea Numero Dos- Technomage. A pretty basic technomage who can channel electricity through wires and computers and animate various forms of technology. What other powers would be practical for a technomage?

  5. Winged flight (meaning you can't fly if your wings are restrained) is is a 1pt drawback. If the wings are only ornamental and you can fly regardless it would be full cost.

    Crap! I totally blanked on this. Yeah, they should be wings and qualify for the drawback. So that's Flight 1 with wings drawback, and costs 1 point, leaving me three to spend on something later.

    DONE BY SHAENTHEBRAIN

  6. GM ONLY POST

    "Stop right there!" the lead police officer yelled. There were other gasps and cries from other officers. The one in front, likely the chief judging from his larger badge was the only one to react with conviction. But when he drew his pistol and aimed it at Kid Cthulhu, the others followed suit.

    When the chief realized that Kid Cthulhu wasn't actively threatening him or the other officers, he lowered his firearm to a downward angle. It was still ready to be used at a moments notice. The other officers did the same.

    "There was a silent alarm triggered for this building. Explain what you're doing here." It was obvious that the police chief knew a meta-human when he saw one. Apparently, his years of experience on the force had taught him that they usually didn't respond well to the words, you're under arrest.

    "Wait a second. You're the one from the tabloids. Supposedly some kind of alien freak. No offense, but you don't seem that dangerous. Just kind off...unsettling." He made a face like he had recently had some sour milk. "So are you some sort of monster? Or are you here to help?"

    KC lowered his wings with slight disappointment. His entrance didn't have the kind of effect he intended. He was expecting awe.

    "Tabloids? Yeah. They've taken very poor pictures. Anyway, the reason I'm here is because-" KC pointed to the inert form of The Collector. "-This guy broke in. He's a supervillain, and I, contrarily, am a superhero. As to my origins, I guess you could say I'm an alien of sorts. My name is Kid Cthulhu, and I hope you pick up on the reference."

  7. KC, still inside the museum, decided to make a dramatic entrance. He spread his leathery wings, and darted upwards, out of the broken window. As he flew above the building, a police spotlight hit him, and his silhouette was illuminated.

    KC swooped downwards, landing on one knee in front of the police cars.

    "Hi."

  8. There was only a small amount of real damage- the fact that the fires were of a mystic origin helped in the not-burning down of the museum. The windows, however, were shattered in the room KC stood in. Other than that, there was no real damage.

    "Yeah, I kinda went overboard there. He was just kind of pissing me off. I don't use deadly magic, at least not against a joke like him. I mean, maybe when I fight a real villain."

    KC looked at The Collector's unconscious form. "There's one collector who won't be seeing any art anytime soon."

  9. KC walked to the side, easily dodging the attack. Okay, now he was pissed.

    He walked to the middle of the marble floor, his feet squishing softly against it. He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering power. The lights in the room began to flicker, and Fulcrum could hear a sound echoing from the hallway. It sounded as if a dozen lost souls were moaning, and the sound was growing. KC held his hands out, and began to slowly draw them together. As he did, all of the windows of the museum shattered, and a green glow began to emanate from his palms. KC roared a battlecry, and hurled the force at The Collector. A pillar of mystic fire poured from his hands. As the flames neared him, the phantom voices raised to a scream.

  10. KC easily dodged out of the way of his attack.

    "Okay. Now you're starting to piss me off, Collector. I kinda thought you were funny at first, but we need to put this to an end. In the words of the immortal governor Arnold Schwarzeneggar...HASTA LA VISTA, BABY!"

    KC moved his hand to his temple and whipped up a sanity draining spell. He hoped it would be enough, because he was just about out of badass lines to say. He would have used the one from They Live, but that one is more of an opener, to be honest. He'd come up with something.

  11. KC landed on the cold marble floor of the museum. He folded his wings onto his back, and launched another mystic blast at The Collector. The fire wasn't like ordinary fire. It hurt, but wouldn't set the museum on fire. Funny how magic worked, sometimes. "Take this, you amateur! You will steal art no more. Or, at least 'till the next issue comes around, or, you know, when someone breaks you out of jail. Whatever."

  12. KC flew a bit higher, his leathery wings flapping in the air. He heard Fulcrum's voice, and called back "I'm surviving. This guy is just about irritating the heck outta me, though." He readied another fire spell, and extended a squiddly arm. Mystic flames roared from his arm. He hoped he would take this guy down, maybe show the other two heroes what he was made of, that he was no ordinary squid-boy.

  13. "Weeehgehehehehe! I reject your reality!" The Collector dipped into his bag quickly and withdrew a can full of paint. He quickly pryed off the lid. Tossing the can full of paint at Kid Cthulhu, he screamed, "I substitute my own!"

    Following his dramatically artistic actions, The collector ran towards the wall, drew some suction cups out of his bag, and started climbing it!

    KC dodges the bucket of paint. "That." KC said, with a tone of extreme of annoyance. "Was a waste of good paint."

    KC crouched over, and leathery wings extending themselves from his back. "I would normally be pissed off, but you're too sad to be angry at. However, I gotta put you down. Time for some barbecue!"

    KC flapped his wings, easily reaching the height of The Collector within moments. He extended his hand and attempted to flash-fry the Frenchman with a blast of green mystic fire.

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