Avenger Assembled

This is the OOC thread for Grim's Memorial Day encounter with someone.

Initiative This is holding its action. Scarab, you're up.

Also, this happens.

That is definitely the costume of the Silver Age Raven, or an exact duplicate. But that's not the original superhero under that costume...that's Rant. I leave it up to you guys to decide

This is the OOC thread for Scarab and Wesley's encounter with...something. "Raven's" Init I need a Notice check from any superheroes on the scene. (and Initiative checks) Scarab, have an HP for the supervillan threatening your ancestral stomping grounds. As it were.

Saturday night on a holiday weekend meant a lot of activity at the Pyramid Plaza; tourists and locals swarming the popular tourist and shopping destination. The latest Star Trek movie was playing in the complex's multiplex; the latest fashions from Paris and Milan were on display at the highly exclusive shops a few levels up. And higher up still in the office levels, a few unlucky office workers were still plugging away on this Memorial Day weekend. Also, in the big plaza between the triple skyscrapers, there was a giant. He'd appeared in a flash of brilliant white light, the blinding glow dead center of the Plaza transforming itself into the figure of a man some fifty feet tall. But this was no ordinary man, for not many supervillans would dare wear the costume of the first Raven! Especially not supervillans tall enough to glare in the windows of the eighth story, a look of malevolent glee on his face. "I'LL KNOCK THIS PLACE DOWN TO SIZE!" the giant called as the tourists beneath his feet ran screaming, and in proof of his boast he ripped up a large ornamental oak tree from the center of the plaza and hurled it through a third-story window as easily as a child would throw a toy. "UNLESS ONE OF YOU THINKS YOU CAN STOP...THE RAVEN!?!"

Donar smiled malevolently as Pompadour's extended hair just missed his hammer, whipping past the thunder god as he lifted his hammer high. "If you want my hammer, boy, by all means, have it!" He raised the hammer high and threw it straight and true, the divine weapon of power tearing through the air with fantastic speed directly for Pompadour's face. A moment later, something black and fast slammed into Pompadour's side, knocking the hirsute hero out of the way as the hammer of Donar blasted through the space where Pompadour had just been. The hammer went on, too, blasting into the concrete floor as if a bomb had gone off. The impact shook the underground room with tremendous force, sending huge chunks of concrete falling from the ceiling down onto the fleeing patrons below, their screams reaching a new pitch as innocent people fell before the hunks of debris. "Listen." On the floor behind the table where he'd knocked him, Avenger pointed at Pompadour, the white-masked vigilante's eyes glowing with reflected light. Jack didn't bother with an introduction, having assessed the individual he was dealing with quickly. "Found emergency stairs behind the bar. Get civilians out. Donar will collapse room and kill everyone here. Will hold him off."

Donar's Initiative is nine Avenger's Initiative is eighteen

That would be an unwise assumption to make. :D

"Captain Thunder's face," came a new growling, malevolent voice from the darkness. The words were enough to send a chill up the spine of any normal man, but the blue-clad warped figure of Earth's greatest living champion seemed unmoved by the voice from the darkness. "Not him." Donar replied by raising his hammer high and sending waves upon waves of electrical energy crackling through the room, lightning now crackling from every lightbulb in the place, filling everything with a nearly-blinding blue-white glow. Pompadour was just able to see a black-clad figure near the edge of stage, nearly invisible in the glow, one fast enough that it had to be another superhero. "WHO DARES CHALLENGE ME!" Donar boomed in reply, the voice of Captain Thunder now unmistakable. "I AM RAYMOND GARDENER! I AM DONAR OF ASGARD!" His eyes roaming around the room as civilians fled screaming in terror, the raw power of a pagan god burning the air around him and crackling from his massive hammer, Donar's eyes fell on one figure not running from his awesome power. He pointed his massive hammer straight at Pompadour, his eyes widening with dawning rage. "KNEEL BEFORE YOUR GOD!"

Don't do it! He'll eat your soul! :twisted:

Testily, Avenger rubbed the back of her hand as she took the note. "Yes. Will go now." Jack could feel the injury already beginning to heal, though unless she exerted herself the wound would still take a little while to heal. And then she'd need to feed again. "The rest of you?" she asked, shooting a hard look through her mask at her two companions.

As he took in the Norse god of thunder, Pompadour recognized the face beneath the helmet clear as day. That looks just like Ray Gardner, better known to Freedom Cityites as Captain Thunder, leader of the Freedom League!

DC 28 Will save (or however you choose to resist Intimidate) for Pompadour to not be Startled, LF. We'll say the shower of debris doesn't injure either of the PCs.

The club was lit only by its emergency lights for a moment, the bouncers reacting quickly to the disaster as they moved to escort the most VI Ps out of the club before the authorities arrived. A moment later, though, the situation changed for the most dire. An enormous flash of lightning split the air in the underground room, a massive thunderbolt tearing its way through the heavy wall of the bomb shelter and blasting into the stage that shattered in a sudden eruption of pure white light, debris flying everywhere into the suddenly screaming crowd. Where the lightning struck, the figure of a man formed in a flash of light nearly blinding in the formerly pitch-black confines of the club. Clad in a blue and white armored costume reminiscent of the kings of old, a massive hammer clenched in one hugely muscular fist, the armored man raised his fist and shouted "I AM DONAR! LORD OF THUNDER AND LIGHTNING! I CLAIM THIS LAND FOR ASGARD! WILL ANY CHAMPIONS RISE TO CHALLENGE ME?"

Hmm. A certain amount of narrative give-and-take here (attractive character is appreciated as attractive, scary character is appreciated as scary) would be appreciated. But we shall see.

OK, Jack's Intimidate and Stealth Skill Mastery probably carry the day here.

Superhero or not, vampire or not, Jack was still a young male seeing his territory threatened. Wars had started for less. "Or maybe," he added with a dangerous whisper, leaning close to Pompadour's ear, "the ladies here will decide they want a real man..." He was just about to put his hand on Pompadour's shoulder as a 'friendly' show of strength when suddenly his head came up, the smell of ozone sharp in the air in the instant before the lights went out. In the next moment, Jack was gone.

Yeah, sounds like Mark's had it pretty rough.

As the small cloud of women milled around, Jack got more and more suspicious. What's this guy got? He hadn't felt any of the psychic twinges that he'd sometimes felt around Elena, nor any of the marks of vampire domination in the room. But this guy was...Wait a minute! He'd have seen it faster if so many of his friends didn't wear their hair or style their clothes in an out-of-date style. He vaguely remembered the Sinister Pompadour and the stories about the man's clash with the Raven, and he couldn't think of anyone else these days who'd wear their hair like that. "So what brings you to this establishment?" he asked with a significant look at the nearby ladies.

Any life in these United States?

The "be more sexy than Jack" DC is 26, with his Bluff Skill Mastery and Attractive.

As the drugs began to fade from his system, Jack took notice for the first time of the small knot of women passing back and forth near the sharply-dressed young man who'd recently entered. He didn't see anything strange about the other guy, not really. But the women around him certainly seemed interested, raising their heads like so many gazelle as a lion passed by. Not a vampire, Jack thought, noticing that the man was breathing. Strange. Young enough to feel just a little threatened by the competition, Jack rose to his feet and slowly walked over to greet the new arrival, strutting his stuff as he went. "Don't think I've seen you around here before," he said with a shark's smile. "Jack Faretti."

Ironically, it was I who had the family obligation this time. :D

Sure. You guys first! :)