Avenger Assembled

Sure he is. :D

Avenger disappeared into the darkness, glad he'd left the bar long enough to change into his combat togs earlier. Jack Faretti defeating a supervillian was potentially a serious hazard to his reputation, but what was strange about a superhero dealing with a supervillian? He reappeared on the street, leaping nimbly over the heads of the crowd, and landed right behind BigHorn. "You have horns. You taste like beef?" Jack made a horrible slurping noise at that juncture that would have been far more disturbing if anyone there had known that he drank blood to live.

Maniacal laughter sounded through the darkened bar as the lights fell, the tone menacing, malevolent, and purely murderous enough to cut through even the noise of the fight. Hellbound, at least, and a select few unfortunates among the patrons knew what that laugh meant only too well. "Extortion. Ruined evenings. This demands vengeance." There was a flash of light as Kid Sparks rises unsteadily to his feet, illuminating an overturned table and the dark, hockey-masked figure crouching atop it, one that cut out sharply as Avenger spun on his heel without turning, the crack of leather against flesh audible from across the room as Sparks fell again. "LIGHTS OUT!"

Oops, left this one drift for a while! Still need me?

Don't taunt the crazy vigilante, Geckolass. No damage on the unarmed attack there, though that's a DC 25 check on the Intimidate. Avenger's going to head out of the area using Stealth, then make some calls to his Contacts looking for Doc Otaku's hideaway. That'll give him a total of 16 on the Streetwise check (taking 10) and the same on his Gather Info check, which he can do easily enough given his Contacts feat. Hmm, better start buying up those skills if I want to be a good "crazy Batman."

The next thing Geckolass knew, Avenger was standing behind her, smelling of a soft, delicate perfume, breath mints, and blood as her hand clapped down on the smaller crime-fighter's shoulder. "Be very grateful I know how to control myself, little man," she hissed in the teenager's ear. To Viktoria, she said, "Have traded information through Scarab, I believe. Will meet you at your lab." And with that, Avenger was gone, disappearing into the night behind them with casual ease.

"I propose we...dance." Jack looked Archeville right in the eye, a warm smile on his face. "They say it's the most refined form of combat, and who here is more refined than us?" He's not one of those so-and-sos with superhuman dexterity, is he? Because I really don't want to look like a sucker here. His grin grew almost dangerous. "Elena here can judge us."

Avenger replied with a volcanic epithet, her furious pacing showing off the tight way her black leather uniform clung to every inch of her body. It was increasingly obvious that Avenger's new costume was designed to inculcate sex appeal as much as terror. Even now, through tone of voice and look of murder in baby blues just visible beneath her mask, Avenger shone menace as much as sex. "Need time to investigate," she finally said, having evidently mastered herself enough to speak. "Contacts will respond whatever I look like. Best if I work alone. Especially now."

"Oh, you tease me," Jack replied with a warm smile. "I like that. A man should be able to deal with flattery as deftly as he deals with an honest compliment." He watched a vein pulse in Archeville's neck and reminded himself sternly how impolite it was to stare. "How well would you deal, I wonder, with a challenge?" he asked with a cordial laugh.

Right you are, DA.

Used an HP on that roll. Forgot to mention that. :D

Avenger is using a full +5 Power Attack on Vulture for non-lethal damage.

It would be so easy to kill the boy. Jack could imagine how very surprised Vulture would look when his claws tore out his throat, the delicious way his fear would flavor his blood as it poured down his throat. But that would be wrong, he forcibly reminded himself, and worse it would be problematic at best with all these superheroes around. "You know nothing of fear. Of pain. I show you." He'd shown Vulture mercy before, and gotten nothing but ashes in reply. He wouldn't take the boy's life. But he wouldn't let him enjoy it, either.He lifted Vulture up high, where the others could see, and then brutally smashed the boy's face into the ground. "ONE!"

"Well." Avenger was eerily silent for a long moment before reaching behind his head to unhook his hockey mask. The ski-mask underneath came off with just one pull, revealing a shockingly beautiful face underneath. The growly-voiced, mad-eyed Avenger turned out to be a beautiful man with soft red lips and deep black eyes, his face soft, delicate, and lovely. "Let's discuss this like adults, shall we?" he asked, the refinement in his voice making a parody of Avenger's rants. "So you found some connection between myself and the vampire elder?"

"Issues?...you know, I'm not even sure I want to know." Jack smiled at Archeville. "You are a fascinating individual," he agreed warmly. "By all means, tell me more about yourself," he suggested, his voice rich and friendly, his smile eager as he looked the scientist over.

"This. Is. No. Time. For. That," said Avenger to Archeville, her husky, sensual voice full of the promise of silky murder. "Need to find. Otaku. You Are. Scientist. You Will Help. Important that we all behave. Normally." Avenger's voice sounded even stranger than one would expect, shifting through tones until it found something like the deep growl the others were used to hearing from the hockey-masked hero. Jack was glad for his masks; it was impossible to hide his fangs when he was this absolutely horrified and infuriated.

Avenger is doing non-lethal damage. Though he is sorely tempted... :twisted:

"Warned you. Warned you what I would do to you." Avenger went for the screamer first, letting Scarab deal with the hoodlum who'd injured her in her own fashion. He whispered Vulture's true name like a lover as he went for him like a tiger at its prey, leaping into the air and coming down hands-first on the little hoodlum's face. If all went well, he took the downed boy by the arm. "Now you will pay."

That's correct. Avenger smells like men's cologne, bad liquor, and blood. About what you'd expect a crazy, violent vigilante to smell like. ;)

What are you saying? (For the record, Avenger seems perfectly human if you don't have detect life/magic/undeath.) :D

Avenger leapt out of the broken window, describing a perfect aerial somersault before crouching into a landing from the three story jump. The dark, menacing vigilante had been replaced by something else. The tight black leather outfit made no pretense of hiding the lush feminine curves underneath, nor did the sweeping cape and long, lustrous black hair cascading down her back to her shoulders. The hands were bare too, the fingers beneath long, delicate, and very pale. Only the hockey mask had survived of the original outfit, concealing the face underneath even though its shape had obviously changed with the new body. "Need. To. Find. Him." The pitch of Avenger's voice had changed, higher and more feminine, but the husky, murderous menace inside was by no means softened. "Who. Did. This?"

While the assembled Knights of Freedom studied their new circumstances, there suddenly came a huge crash from the nearby abandoned building as a half-broken window overhead shattered. An entire institutional-sized bathroom sink came tumbling down from the second floor window, falling to the asphalt below and shattering into three pieces in a shower of debris that nearly hit the startled heroes below. From the blackness above came a scream of red, murderous rage, one pitched rather high...

Oh, really? My bad. I'll post now.

"Quietly," replied Avenger, his voice implacable and flat. "Was in the area," he added, a trifle more sociably. "Saw you. Knew you wanted me." He shot Wesley a look, keeping the impetus to talk on the other man.

I just want to give Scarab a chance to post, and then I'll post too. Technically Avenger has already woken up and taken his action, after all.