pookaking

I’m guessing this Hispanic chick either has the Absorption power or she is some kind of masochist, the way she keeps smiling as she gets attacked. I don't suppose anyone can blind her?

"The thing seems to be moving southeast, so that is where I'm headed. Come morning I'll change directions and head towards the HIT building, maybe there is someone there I can question," he explained to the others, before turning to walk southeast at a casual pace. "So what do you fella's do when not out chasing acid blob monsters?" Armed with a handgun, brass knuckles, and a box of baking soda Vigor wondered if he was really ready to tackle this creature. He reminded himself to keep an eye up towards the trees.

Walking in a slow circle around the area, Vigor simply nods. "You can call me Vigor by the way," he introduced. "I'm a member of Knight Errant and a part time student of FCU." He was looking at the ground as if searching for something. He was figuring that if these goop creatures were acidic a trail of some sort may have been burnt into the undergrowth. He looked to the angelic emo chick, "So what can you tell me about this little scuffle of yours anyways?" ~How are my bullets going to stop something like that?~ he wondered, as he glanced at the dead blob. The question seemed like one that should have been asked long before entering the park.

"I was hoping to lure the thing out with this handsome face of mine," he joked, hoping to lighten the mood amidst the fear and death lingering around them. "In the morning I was going to check out HIT to see if maybe whatever these creatures are originated from some project of theirs. I'm also hoping some contacts of mine will be able to provide me with all the information the cops have reguarding these cases." He shoved his hands back in his pockets. "Until then, since I'm not much of a sleeper, I think I'm just going to take a stroll. See if I can find anything unusual. Or wait for it to find me."

Vigor’s first impression was that he simply stumbled upon a group of young wanna-be superheroes. As the winged girl dragged a cop’s body out of the bush he couldn’t help but give her a suspicious glance. She talked about magic, and that caused Vigor to roll his eyes. He hated magic. Magic users had a tendency to cause trouble or, in the best of cases, to summon it up accidentally. “I’m not tracker, but from what I’ve been able to tell about the locations of the murders it started up near the HIT building and is slowly working its way south along the length of the Promenade. Now whether or not the whole mess originated there or it is merely coincidence…well,†he said leaving things unsaid, allowing the others to draw their own conclusions. He made his way over to the blob thing and started at it. It was tempted to prod it with his shoe, but decided it best not to.

Vigor packed up his few belongings and headed towards the Promenade. It seemed the only thing the three kids had in common was that they all had reasons to be in the Promenade. "Seems like a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time," he said with a shake of his head. He made a quick stop at the local convinient store to pick up a watermelon slushy and a box of baking soda. ~If this thing fights with acid, this may come in handy,~ he thought wishing the hardware stores were open so he could purchase a stronger alkalide. He already had a likely scenario in mind. Either there was a superpowered psycho with acid powers or maybe some mutated creature using the park as its personal hunting ground. It was likely living in the Promenade for now and may have even come from the Hanover Institute of Tech. It was natural for Vigor to picture some sort of acid monster or conspiracy. He seemed to attract strange phenomenon. He slowly drove down a road parallel to the Promenade keeping an eye out of his window. It quickly became obvious that he would have to get out and walk if he wanted to see anythng other than trees and scrub brush. It was not long when he noticed a small group. A black dude, an emo chick, and a...metal boy? ~Have they not been watching the news lately.~ He was about to move on when his conscience got the better of him. "Damn it! I hate playing big brother." He made a bee-line for there position. As he approached he called out, "Hey this place probably isn't the safest place to be right now. In case you weren't aware there have been three murders in this area in the last week." Vigor looked to be perhaps in his late twenties. He had spikey blond hair and a matching patch on his chin. He wore black slacks, a dark red t-shirt that tightly hugged his well muscled torse, and a black jacket. A box of Arm & Hammer baking soda peeked out of one of his jacket pockets.

1d20+6 → [20,6] = (26) Search check

Vigor sat on the cold stone steps that led up to the main entrance of the Administration Building of FCU. It was much too late for any of the buildings to be open or for any students to be wandering the grounds. One of the school ground guards had already approached him, but with a flash of his Knigh Errant badge it was easy enough to convince the man he was here to do more good than harm. Under the flickering light of a nearby pole Vigor sat with his laptop in hand. He was typing away trying to find any reason whie Alex McGee, Eve O'Nell, and Alvin Oates were targeted. He hoped that by searching places such as MySpace he would find some connection between the three students; or if he were really lucky motivation for the killer him/herself.

Manbat his head a little clearer leaps off the edge of the roof. He noticed a new masked man tusseling with the hispanic woman. ~That must be the one calling himself Nightrival~ he figured having heard part of the group's conversation on the rooftops. ~Good he can have her,~ he thought, as he sought out a new dance partner for himself. He noticed the big guy who ran into the light pole. ~Hit'em while they're down? Seems kind of underhanded...~ he thought with an evil grin. He flew over Heavy's head and let loose a sonic screech (DC21). Who knows maybe switching parters was the way to bring this nightly do-se-do to an end. OOC: Not sure if this counts as a sneak attack or not so I didn't figure in the extra damage.

Danny Aukman, aka. Vigor, had been keeping an eye on the news stories regarding the FCU killings. It was not unusual for him to attend night classes even between jobs. When one didn't sleep one had lots of time on his hands. In a way the killings were personal. Some of the very students that shared the hallways of FCU with him were now dead, how could he stand by and do nothing? Luckily, he now had the time to do something. Lately, he had been the full time bodyguard for a Mr. Frank DeCoasta, but do to recent events the DA had made special arrangements through Knight Errant to move DeCoasta to a government funded safe house; no one liked this idea, not Frank, not Danny, and not Travis Knight. The whole thing stunk. In the end Danny had no choice, he was removed from guard duty. Until, Knight Errant reassigned him he was back at school filling his head with more knowledge and flirting with young female students. Vigor wasn’t sure how to proceed with things. He was attempting to have the employees at Knight Errant pull some strings with the police force to get more information about the case, but bureaucracy was a slow thing. For now he simply questioned friends of the deceased by day, and wandered the grounds alone at night. Like a student he wore casual clothes and a backpack; unlike a student, he carried a heavy pistol in a shoulder holster under his jacket and brass knuckles in his pocket.

Sure. I almost forgot about this thread. Things on this board move much slower than I thought they would. If I ever do "disappear" just send me a private message or something. I always give warning if I intentionally leave for any period of time.

Manbat could feel a wave of pain try and wash over him again but it didn't hit as hard as before. Manbat was confused as to what exactly the woman was attacking him with. She didn't point, she didn't bellow some cheesy attack phrase, he just grinned like a cat playing with a mouse. Manbat dove in and attacked with his claws. Unfortunately, she twisted out of his grip. He took to the air before she could blast him again. Manbat's head pounded from her first attack and he dissappeared over the edge of the rooftop. Sitting unseen on the peak of the roof he tried to gather his wits about him. OOC: Move action - retreat to rooftop, where he can't be seen. Standard action - nothing, however should be able to regenerate that bruised level.

I suck when it comes to arrays. Below is a list of things I would like to try and include. I would appreciate any atempt to build this; naturally, the cheaper the better. Water Array Blast: Water 10 Extras: Area-Line, Penetrating Feats: Indirect, Selective, Split Attack, Accurate DAP: Create Object: Water 10 Extras: Continuous Feats: Innate, Progression x5 {250 cubic ft.}, Snare, Suffocate AP: Water Control 20 Water Walk Swimming Favored Environment: Water Environmental Adaptation: Water Immunity: Pressure, Breath Underwater, Cold Tremorsense ESP (visual and audio) - water must be present at both sights. And here is another one: How would a color manipulator be made? Since I want it to be a real change I went with Transform rather than Illusion. TRANSFORM (3 /rank) extra: Duration-Continuous flaws: Colors only feats: Accurate, Precise alt power: Concealment (visual, affects others) alt power: Dazzle (visual) - turn corneas opaque

Vigor http://endlessflight.net/freedom/viewtopic.php?f=20&t=1033 hasn't done anything yet. I suppose he can take a break from babysitting long enough to do some real work. Maybe he was even taking some night classes, and thus grew curious as to who killed his classmate.

ManBat was thrown by the sudden attack. He wasn't expecting a blast of...what was it sound? Did she use the same attack that he was capable of? ManBat considered his options, {i}The junkies...no real threat. That buzzing sound...tn threat yet. That noisy chick that just blasted me.... With a toothy grin ManBat performed a clumsy looking turn and dove for the woman. He let out a terrorizing sound, a mix of a high pitch cry and a light growl. As he approached he reached for her with large clawed feet. Now was no time to be gentle... OOC: Attack (claw) and grab + Move-by attack. Flys over, attempts to grab her and carry her away (into the air)

Rolled a 16 vs a DC20 Will save

Manbat's lips curled back as two of the druggies turned back around. He kicked off the side of the wall and took to the air with hardly a sound. A few flaps took him closer to the mook, and for a moment it looked almost as if he was going to dive face first into one. Suddnely with a large powerful flap of his gray wings, his forward momentum stopped and he gained a few feat in altitude. For a minute he just hung there in mid air. He opened his toothy maw and let loose a deafening blast towards one of the men.

Not knowing about the trouble inside facing Reflexation, ManBat is content to cling to the outside of the house. He watches as the druggies scatter, making sure none of them have a sudden burst of courage that would cause them to return. He knew there was yet another masked man upstair, most likely facing enemies of his own. He waited and puzzled out what to do next. I'll give the hothead some time to calm himself down...steady his nerves, he thinks, not keen on getting hit with another baton. (OOC: Right now he doesn't do much of anything other than look, listen, and try to figure out what exactly the situation is and where he is needed most. Will use total defense if attacked)

Since the setting is different than I thought (outside now, rather than inside) ManBat doesn't grapple. He just threw the punch. Only if she were inside still threatening Reflexation was ManBat going to grapple, since that is not the case....

Toughness save against DC19, includes Defensive Roll (1d20+8=20) As for ManBat's attack on the junky. I threw a normal punch followed by a grapple (using Improved Grab); of course at the time I thought she was staying inside and not running away like the others. Since she is outside, I'll just settle for the punch. Nothing like punching a girl in the back of the head as she is running away...some hero I am!

Manbat wasn't surprised by the attack. He had come to realize most people, even supposed heroes, would think the worse of him because of his monsterous appearance. Still, that didn't keep him from being irritated by the attack. Nor did it dull the pain any as the baton struck him hard in the shoulder. Manbat hissed and leapt. He aimed for the junky Reflexation was tussling with. As soon as he left the wall though, he could tell his aim was off. He hoped to show that by tackling a common foe they were on the same side. The pain in his shoulder and the confines of the house were throwing him off his game. "Pick your enemies wiser, gringo! I'm on your side," he said with a grumbling growl.

I'm always interested. I'd even be willing to take on Spidey. I've been told I have a decent sense of humor, though I'm sure it dulls quite a bit when it comes to text based forums.

You have to forgive ManBat. He isn't used to working with others. :twisted:

The strange noises down stairs draw ManBat's attention. He takes a few running steps down before continuing his run along the wall. Towards the end he leaps and lands clinging to the doorway, his winged arms wrapping themselves around the walls. His eyes flash red and he bears his sharpened teeth. His blood red tounge sticks out slightly has he gives off a menacing and rumbly hiss. (Fearful Presence - Will save DC 16 for all within 30 feet.)

I've also been intrigued with making a color manipulator. Would this be how it's made? Since I want it to be a real change I went with Transform rather than Illusion. TRANSFORM (3 /rank) extra: Duration-Continuous flaws: Colors only feats: Accurate, Precise alt power: Concealment (visual, affects others) alt power: Dazzle (visual) - turn corneas opaque