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"...if you're gonna help, fine. If not, I'll deal with you later." Unfortunately for the good Captain, there wasn't going to be a 'later'. For as both he and Dick Dastardly tag-teamed Archville, Mervyl walked behind the Captain. Reverential awe aside, Mervyl was not one to forgive both a gun to the face or getting pushed aside like common trash. Yet Captain did both. Mervyl lifted a trembling arm, extending a finger to point at Captain's back. Gathering magnetic particles, a small ball began to form the finger's tip. It looked like he relied on electronics... lets see how high and mighty he was without.... *boom* "Little, tiny, itsy, bitsy men make Atlas MAD!!!" Whoops. Change of plans. Dropping the EMP charge he turned to the behemoth that just shiftted the planet off orbit. Mervyl spoke no words, he merely cocked his head at the monstorsity, cracking his own neck in the process. A few feet behind atlas, a car slowly began to levitate from the ground.

9 Atleast Mervyl isn't dead last. >>; Though he may still end up 'dead' by plasma.

"..." Mervyl's answer came with his rising of his force feild. He knew a gun when he saw one.... wait a second, how did he know he was a mutan... Mervyl then realized that his shades were off. Oh balls. Mervyl has been in situations like this before... in which all he had to do was wait... And it paid off, as another person entered the fray. Another familiar face. Because you have biggr problems that I can help you with?" It was worth a shot.

Mervyl's head started to clear. The headache was minor, proving that he had indeed brought the shield up in time. Not yet noticing the crowd, Mervyl's eyes looked past The oddly dressed man. Why? Cause he almost immediately recognized the man he was talking to. Seriously, who _didn't_ know him? Walk away. The thought was practically repeating itself in his head... but Mervyl's curiosity and thirst for power got the better oif him. He was always curious just how powerful Captain Knivel was. Not that he was crazy enough to pick a fight, or anything... but seriously. Once in a lifetime opportunity. So go up and say something you nerd. Don't act like a foolish kid. Show class. Show maturity... "Holy crap, you're Captain Knievel!!!" Smooth, Mervyl. Real smooth.

Mervyl opened his eyes in time to see what looked like energy crackling around him. He barely got his force shield up in time before he was knocked senseless by... By what exactly? He got up, not yet noticing that his glasses and hood were knocked aside, nor did he notice onlookers rushing to the area. Many came to see the commotion near the mall, but instead were staring at Mervyl whose face and hairlesas features were standing out. His pupilless eyes blinked and he looked around, stumbling slightly on his feet. His head hurt, and he wondered if her may have suffered a concussion.

Listening to the answer that Mervyl already knew the answer too, he began looking for re-actions. Who was paying attention? Who was getting scared? Who was confident? Mervyl was already beginning to make predictions as to who would stay and go. So far, he already pegged two: The one in the armor since the man seemed to carry an air of determination and/or pride, and the ghost, he he recognized as the dancer who was with him during the scrap with the police. Stinger was a wildcard... she had the toughness... and some resourcefulness. But... there was something nagging him. Maybe it was how he had to save her? Could she take care of herself? Would she be a liability? Well, if she passed the screening who was he to argue? Mervyl said no more, as he merely looked at the old man, awaiting instruction.

Mervyl sighed at the rest of the 'students'. One of them even looked as if he was going to pee their pants. Skittish. VERY skittish. Perhaps a bit of reality will show him just 'who' Mervyl can trust to stick around. "What does the... 'screening' process entail?" Mervyl walked casually at the back of the group rather then the front. He liked to keep everything in front of him. I hear that some of the classes have a high injury rate." He says this as if he was asking for a whopper no pickles.

Busted. Oh well. With a cough to calm his nerves, Mervyl managed to adjust his shades and allow his powers to grab the metallic flashlight. Both of his freed hands clasped behind him and in a timespan of two seconds, he was his regal self. His hooded jacket flapped in the wind and his face, minus the glint of moonlight that was reflected off his shades, was covered in the shadow of his lifted hood. "My apologies. It was quite a sight to behold... and I'm usually the only one here." Mervyl head canted to the side. "If I may ask, what were you doing?"

What the heck... There were rare moments when Mervyl found himself speechless. This was one of those times. Here he was, sitting at a tree, reading by flashlight about his handiwork over in Westside (he couldn't sleep, you see). He was distracted by movement and he followed the sounds to what looked like a dancer. He just stood there, watching for several minutes. As long as she's not one of those hypocrite heroes... I should be fine.

Emperor On a side note: had a loooong weekend. >>;

Mervyl didn't hear, or care to hear what reponse Zealot gave. He merely walked towards and ultimately past him, standing in front of the oldman. He replaced his shades and just looked at him, hands clasped behind his back. The anger was melting away now, and Mervyl realized just how foolish he looked seconds ago. How the heck could he call himself a leader is he looses his cool so easily? Focus. Calm down. Controlled breathing through the nose... He was himself now. His eyes, impossible to follow thanks to the shades and lack of pupils, began to scan the room yet again, realizing that a newcomer entered. Including himself, that makes five. Was there going to be a sixth?

Once before, someone turned his back to Mrvyl in a sign of disdain. For all he knew, that person was still handcuffed to a lamppost over in Westside. Mervyl was like a statue, but his hands balled into fists. And as shield rose, the familiar crackle of ionized air began to dance all around him. Only one person had a chance to realize what this meant. "...boy?" Mervyl cracked his neck before clasping his hands behind his back. "...boy?" He repeated to himself before looking up to the woman behind the soon to be corpse. "I suggest you move. Now."

Mervyl's turned his head in time to see stinger run off. This will definitely win points with the Headmistress... but more importantly, he had a better grasp as to what she was capable of. Still, one thing left to do... Mervyl took out his handcuffs and with his powers clasped them onto Breakdown, twisting them to the nearby lamppost. This won't hold him long whwn he wake up, but better safe then sorry. "You've been measured, weighed, and found wanting." Mervyl replaced his shades on his face and replaced his hood. "See me again when you're worthy..." Mervyl turned and walked away. He took the bus back.

1d20+16=26 There you are... might as well let me just take 10. >>; I kid. I know you're just doing your job. :-p

Okay... should I roll it now, or when it's activated? Or are you saying I can't use it at all?

"I am not afraid of him, his reaction simply took me by surprise. As for letting him, or you, get away with the actions you two are perpetrating, I would rather not have to explain to the Headmistress why two of her students lay bloody and scourged on her nice hardwood floors here." "I'm sorry, what you just mumbled?" Mervyl eyes turned away and if Stinger responded to him, it fell to deaf ears. "I'm not, never has, or never will be a bloody stained on the hardwood floor... nor will you be..." Mervyl stood up. "...since there won't be any remains left. This isn't a threat, but a promise... drop the holier then thou attitude. It helps NO ONE in here and it's ultimately make you look like a jerk." Mervyl didn't know he could get rattled so easily. It was times like this that reminded the collective universe that even with all his power and maturity, he was still a teenager. A teenager who didn't like being looked down upon.

Two things of note, both covered by Skill Mastery: 1. Master Plan, just in case things get dicey, Mervyl has a plan to tip things in his favor. 2. Another Intimidate. Since this is his second against Zealot, it's -1. Startle is in effect.

Mervyl smirked as the man was taken aback. Yet his attention was adverted when he saw a familiar face enter the room. He remembered her. The car theft attempt. The stbborn hero, and the lesson of pain Mervyl had to put him through. The night still gave him goosebumps. "How's the back? Feeling better?" Mervyl resumed with the coin flipping, ignoring Zealot and his conversation seemingly to himself... unless he was in comunication with something that he was yet unaware of...

Now that Breakdown was knocked far away from stinger, Mervyl is free from the penalty. 1d20+8=26 And the toughness is DC 27

"What are you waiting for? Christmas? Get out of here! I'll hold him off..." Mervyl concentrated, turning momentarily to spot the car he passed earier. With an outstreached arm, he lifted it... feeling the heft of it upon his mind and spine... the tingle flowing through his body as he exerted the magnetic particles necesary. "Don't gawk at me! GO!" And Mervyl swung the car towards the struggling teenager who dared to piss him off. Mervyl then prepared to make a break for it... How ironic. This whole thing started with a car... and it could potentially end by it as well...

Mervyl was getting sloppy, and his sloppiness was leading to Stinger landing into more peril. This has to end. Now. Mervyl wordlessly rose both hands and in a concerted effort, fired an even bigger beam,concentrating intensely on keeping it straight and true. Aiming it right at Breakdown's chest...

Same deal as before: 1d20+6=11 Annnnd let's try that again... (HP down to 2) 1d20+6=8 ...sure, +10 makes it 18, but a "2"!? Geez. Well, it's a hit, so I can't complain. DC27 Toughness...

Mervyl's smile from seeing the boy get knocked to the ground faded when he saw the same boy get up and kick the girl he was trying to protect... "You just don't get it, do you..." Mervyl's eyes narrowed. "The Shadow Acadamy looks after it's own!" The streak of Ionized air fired with the power, spedd, and accuracy of a rail gun. In short, the car a few feet behind and to the right of Breakdown was flipped over. Mervyl was very careful not to hit Stinger. "You abused her enough. Enough to warrent me to take off the kid gloves. Last chance... back off." He began walking towards Breakdown, with no intent of stopping...

Well congratulations: It worked First Roll is Mervyl's Ionized blast. A +2 All-Out attack cut's the usual penalty to -2 (the penalty is -4 since he's firing into a melee; you attacked stinger). Hit or miss, -2 defense next round. So the Attack bonus is +6: 1d20+6=14 And that's a miss... Move action: Mervyl walking towards Breakdown again. Bold move, but I think Breakdown moving next to Stinger gained him a round of survival. If Stinger is KO'd, however... :twisted:

DC 27 Intimidate (Skill Mastery). Mervyl is merely giving Zealot the steel eye.