Avenger Assembled

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Exposure? Avenger? Pshaw! With a single leap and bound, he deftly slipped through to join the pretty lady on the platform. "Don't turn around." It was better if they knew he was coming; the better to strike fear into their miserable ranks. If they were looking for him, in his experience, odds were pretty good that they wouldn't be able to find him. Fear is the mindkiller. "Who are you?"

Avenger blows an HP to be injured.

Avenger sneakily crept after the lovely lady scientist, passing just a few inches behind her with every step he took. He enjoyed the view as much as he enjoyed himself, thinking pleasant thoughts about the mystery he was uncovering. Keeping his eyes open wide, he kept a close eye out on the fancy corridors as he went, enjoying the secretive thrill of stealth and the joy of not casting a single reflection in any of these shiny surfaces. He was a king, baby.

The flames swept over Jack's flesh, the unholy hellfire burning his clothes but leaving his skin unharmed. He deliberately turned his back on the Brute, shooting a taunting gesture back his way as he fell among the mobsters like a wolf amongst so many sheep. He was a magnet and they were so much fragile steel, their fragile bodies falling beneath his flashing fists and feet.

Avenger contemptously ignores Hellion's hellfire, since it's not a magical effect and he has 8 Impervious. ;)

This detecting thing isn't so tough, thought Avenger cheerfully as he pressed the buttons on the keypad. I'm going to use the reward money to buy Taylor something nice. Maybe that red thing I saw at the store the other day, the one that shows off her neck... They hadn't yet gone quite that far since she'd found out his true nature, but Jack was willing to bet he'd be able to get his way with his lovely sweetheart before too much time passed.

Avenger crept stealthily down into the mysterious corridor below, keeping his finely attuned senses at a heightened state of awareness to uncover the mysteries that lay below. Who knew what lay below? He certainly didn't, but there was only one way to find out! Visions of a massive drug bust, a secret supervillain's lair, and so many other things danced in his head like so many sugar plum fairies; the acclaim of his friends and Taylor's gratitude turning cheerfully through his mind. Tonight was gong to be a good night.

9-11 OK? I'll run with it.

33 Grapple

Not a terribly subtle fighter himself when the situation didn't call for it, Avenger threw himself into his work. He appeared amongst the thugs, the better to spread terror among them, and laughed malevolently. "HA HA HA!" When they'd had a chance to scream, he moved among them like a lion among sheep, laying about him with fist and kick as he hurled them aside and battered them into submission.

Blowing an HP to hide my face and another HP to surge. That's two DC 29 Tou saves for the Brute.

With the spread of the field of silence, Jack knew he'd have to work fast if he wanted to rescue the Silencer and prevent anyone else from being killed. With the departure of the host of the party, Jack decided that he needed a new strategy. You want the pawns? You take out the king. In darkness, he moved, and from darkness he struck. He ignored the thugs and enforcers like the nothing they were, disappearing from his position in the darkness and reappearing right next to the massive brute who was beating the Silencer. He was dead silent in the cone of quiet, his face concealed by fortuitous shadow. He smashed his fist brutally into the brute's jaw, the familiar smell of blood in his nostrils. It felt good, so he did it again; powering his fist into the man's midsection as he felt, not heard, things break.

If the bad guys pass their Tou save from the dumpster, Edge spends an HP to make them reroll it.

Init: 22

13 Notice

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Jack recognized the Silencer first. Do you fall here, my brother? he thought. Jack didn't kill (anymore), and neither did Avenger, but he felt a twist of empathy with Freedom City's most notorious vigilante as he watched him fight. Jack knew full well the darker drives that stole the value from the lives of others, and the urge to channel those drives into something meaningful. Except...how many of us would you have killed tonight? It was a debutante's ball. There were children at this party. Jack split the difference and moved closer in the darkness, ready to begin picking off the edges of the party. The only solution was to make sure no one died.

Edge sat back on the bench in front of the administration building, singing softly under his breath. "Is she strong? Listen bud, she's got all-American blood! Watch out! Here comes Lady Liberty!" He wondered where Zoe was really from. He'd picked up that she was lying about where she came from, but she wasn't his only friend who did that. Between Ultiteen, Zephyr, and even Erin (though she was more closemouthed about her origins than an actual fibber), there were a lot of people at Claremont who weren't really honest about their backstory. But that was okay. In the infinite justice of time, everything would work out okay. "Mr. Midnight...bring me a dream, dun dun dun, make her the cutest, that I've ever seen..."

DC 33 Notice check to spot Jack. (And that's if you can see into the darkness he's using for cover.) Not too worried. ;)

They were in a crowded room, and some people were looking. But mortal eyes were nothing to Jack Faretti. He hadn't thought to bring a costume along on this visit, a stupid mistake he wouldn't make again, but the shadows and darkness were all the protection he needed. He ducked into a dark corner and simply vanished, falling away from mortal eyes with the speed and power of the undead. He moved into the lawn outside in darkness and shadow, his body crouched low like a predator, his suit jacket and tie discarded to better free himself up for movement.

I don't see how you'd get that to work. That's not part of Knievel's concept at all, and it steps right in the face of our actual Luck Controlling PCs.

"Okay," said Mark agreeably to Zoe and Erin, evidently having dismissed any worries now that they were back on campus. What bad thing could happen to them here? "I'll just hang around till they get here," he said affably, sitting down and putting his feet up on a bench outside the administration building. "Good luck in there."

Edge spends an HP on Zephyr's behalf so she doesn't have to. Why? Because we're a team. ;)

"They are," agreed Jack, who did a fine job pretending he'd known it all along. "Good eye. If it's happening here," he murmured to her, "it's got to be trouble. I'll meet you out there," he suggested to her. "Better do this one on the sly." He was already moving, muscles tensing beneath her hands as he stepped away and headed for the door. "And bring your traveling clothes. This looks like it might be a rough ride..."