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  1. Pompadour stepped out of his corner, in a reasonable approximation of a boxer's bounce. Half a dozen tendrils of hair spread out before him, twitching back and forth like snakes. Without much ado, one of those tendrils snaps out and tags Thunder. To his credit, Pompadour doesn't drop his guard after delivering the hit.
  2. Alright... First things first... Pompadour has fallen afoul "skill caps" and I need to make a fix there. Reduce Attractive 3 to Attractive 2. Use that point to buy Wealth 1. My Diplomacy is Rank 2 but with (attractive +8 and Wealth +2) my cap is 11, so shift one rank of Diplomacy into Bluff. Pompadour has 4pp to spend. Under Powers, put Enhanced Charisma 6 (Super Hawt, Flaw: Limited to those who might find him attractive, Limited to Diplomacy and Bluff) [2] Justification: This is a stat-side modeling of the Attractive Feat, only taken here to represent that Pompadour is in fact superhumanly attractive. Also under powers, put: Immunity (aging, disease, limited to half effect) [1] Justification: The process that gave Pompadour his superhuman powers included extreme treatments to slow the effects of aging, and eliminate such common bacterial and viral effects as gingivitis, halitosis, acne and others. Skill increases: 1 rank Perform (stringed) 1 rank Perform (singing) 1 rank Gather Information 1 (+3, +2 Wealthy) 1 rank Intimidate :arrow: people seem to be getting in his face a lot this month... and he's learning the technique and to fight it. :arrow: Pompadour is as interested in being a musician as being a superhero, so he'll be pushing his Perform skills, and practicing a fair bit while off-panel.
  3. Pompadour will blow an HP to clear the Fatigued condition. Also, when Leeroy Hawke first intercepted Pompadour, somehow I read that TWO teachers were there. I edited my post so that it always referred to a single teacher (being Leeroy).
  4. Pompadour slumped into a padded chair, letting Mr. Summer's words roll over him. A few tendrils of hair sally forth to fetch him a tall glass of ice and water. Which he drains rapidly, refills and half drains again. His arms and legs are shaking, but his attendant follicles hold the condensation misted glass steady. Pompadour simply looks at Duncan for several moments after he's done speaking, before tossing back the last of his water. "I owe the Raven a lot, I've said it in print and on TV a dozen times. The first thing I owe her, above anything else, is to use my powers responsibly and with integrity." Ice rattles in the otherwise empty glass as Pompadour shifts to look more directly at Mr. Summers. "Given that my agent has been putting the word out there that I'm the world's most attractive man, it might sound like a ludicrous statement, but suddenly dating is practically impossible for me." Pompadour lets that statement sink in for a second, "and the reason for that is... I'm with a woman for a couple of hours, and I am wondering if she wants a night cap... but she makes it clear that she's gagging for one. I could tell her that I expect depraved sex acts, I plan on kicking her out in the middle of the night, and that I'll never call again... and it doesn't matter, they still want to be with me." Pompadour tosses his glass, across the room to land with a crash in the sink. "So, I end the date, because I can't continue a relationship with a woman that's been turned into a puppet by my emotion influencing powers." "So... I know what the effects of emotion control look like." He jerks a thumb towards the wall, where (a shambles of) the party continues, "it looks like what that girl was doing. And then she tried to use those powers on me... but you can't play a player. I'd be more than happy to invite the Scarab in..." Pompadour taps his temple "to verify that I'm speaking the unvarnished truth." Pompadour is massaging his thighs with his hands now. "But I really don't think I'm telling you anything you didn't already know. You're clearly well informed. If you know my life story, you surely know what your students can do, and what they are apt to do. And, you're obviously not stupid, which you'd have to be to come into an enclosed space with me if you thought I was likely to use my emotion controlling powers on you." Pompadour slowly gets to his feet, his limbs are somewhat less shaky now. "We both know that the Raven's cure worked... what you know, and I'm waiting for you to share with me... is what it is you would like me to do. So... what do you want, Mr. Summers?"
  5. If I'm counting correctly, I'm now sitting at Fatigued, and 3 HP... I seem to be collecting more HP than phone numbers at this party, which is a wildly new and different thing for Pompadour. I see the events as having unfolded thusly: :arrow: Thunder went to the washroom to dry the champagne out of her dress. :arrow: Grimalkin disappears. :arrow: Pompadour stopped to sneer at Student Body (not so much at Battlecry and Geckoman, who he saw as victims). :arrow: Geckoman has his freak-out, and runs towards the washroom, while Pompadour resists Student Body's fascinate and tears her a new one. :arrow: Grimalkin gets in Geckoman's way, while Pompadour follows more slowly -seeing a Pixie, he stops entirely, wondering if the champagne was dosed with LSD (but doesn't seem confused himself, so rules that out). :arrow: The Claremont Chaperones accost Pompadour. :arrow: Geckoman and Grimalkin head inside the washroom, Thunder emerges from the Lady's in time to see them go in. :arrow: Fletcher "narc" Beaumont announces that he can smell Pompadour's emotion controlling scents. :arrow: Ace rescues Pompadour on his way to the washroom, Duncan Summers collects Pompadour, and Ace enters the washroom with Geckoman, Grimalkin and Thunder (not sure if Thunder went in)
  6. Pompadour's eyes shifted from Ace to Mr. Summers rapidly. "I imagine so, Ace. Only heroes were invited to this party." Pomp briefly claps Ace on the shoulder, as their paths diverge. Pompadour doesn't stop walking though, he's headed to the private restroom Ace had directed him to. "Mr. Summers, it would be best if I made myself scarce for a minute or two, I suspect. You're welcome to follow me, though. I was just planning on sitting down before I fall down. Now, could you tell me who it is that you are, and what it is you do?" Reaching the door of the rest area, Pompadour yoinks it open with a tendril of hair, and gestures for Mr. Summers to enter. "and call me Pompadour. When you called me Mason, I almost didn't know who you were talking about."
  7. Pompadour snagged his bag, and disappeared behind the screen. Clothes-changing sounds are heard. "I haven't trained with anyone... I couldn't say where my fighting skills come from. I saw some security footage of me as a supervillain, and I was pretty bad ass. I knew stuff then that I don't know now. I still have some muscle-memory or something that lets me move OK in a fight." Pompadour emerges from the screen wearing a pair of dark red Ever-last shorts, and a Buffalo Sabre's T-Shirt, with the new "banana slug" logo... which oddly looks a great deal like a profile of his hair. A tendril of his hair snaps out like a whip, latching onto an overhead beam, and that same tendril deposits him in the indicated corner. "So, I should just come out swinging? Or, what?"
  8. A tendril of Pompadour's hair drops to his shoulder, and gently but firmly lifts Mr. Hawke's hand off it. Pompadour offers the man a tight smile. "If you're in charge of those kids, you're doing a crap job of it." He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, in the direction of the tearful Ms. Gibbons. "Poison Ivy back there was using her powers to goad two suitors into a fight," and snaps his index finger in the direction of the men's washroom. "One of whom is currently having a Bad Trip in the washroom... and I doubt my version of events, which is the truth, would make Claremont look particularly good either." Nodding to Ace Danger, Pompadour says "Ah, my thanks sir. I could certainly use a moment or two to compose myself." Pompadour will fall into step beside Ace Danger, as his host heads towards the aforementioned restrooms. Leaning in to speak more discretely to Ace, "Thanks for the rescue... I was a little too caught up in the moment to consider the effect she has on the rest of the males around here."
  9. I was under the impression that his power has no visible effect -so even if he uses it, it can't be traced back to him, really... unless someone's using an analytical scent type power. If that's not the case, then perhaps not. Do keep in mind that anyone (who breathes) that gets close to Pompadour needs to make a DC11 will save, or be affected by his pheremones, and I know that's a power without flashy stuff.
  10. I'm thinking on my reply... and I'm also going to release a burst of Emotion Control: Calm. DC14 save for anyone who's close enough to smell me, and breathes.
  11. No problem... my schedule has been a bit tighter recently... my job search is starting to get me a lot of interviews, and other hot stuff.
  12. Fierce! "Our next guest wanted to be on America's Next Top Model so badly, he hijacked the whole show... I mean he literally stole the whole show. Come on out here, Pompadour." There was a smattering of boos mixed in with the applause that greeted Pompadour as he walked on stage at the Tyra Banks show. The hostess herself took a step back and raised her hands like claws and made a cat hiss at him -although the gesture was clearly mocking. Pompadour himself recoiled in mock-horror, cowering briefly behind a raised arm. After their brief charade, guest and host hugged briefly before settling onto her cream coloured crescent couch. One lone audience member continued to boo, but Tyra shushed him fiercely. "So, Pomp... I understand that you really don't remember anything about your life as The Sinister Pompadour." "Basically. It's all hazy, sort of like if how you might remember a movie you watched while you were high. If you can imagine that." "I wouldn't know anything about that." :? " Sort of like a dream, maybe? But really, there's no point in asking you about what was going on in your head back then, or why you did what you did." "That's pretty much true, I don't have a lot of insight. From what I understand it came down to paranoid ravings. One day I was going off about unrealistic expectations the fashion industry puts on people to be beautiful, the next day I was in a rage because that make over show didn't make me pretty enough." Pompadour offers an elegant shrug. "Not pretty enough? Boy, you fine!" Ms. Banks made a dismissive gesture. "Alright, so tell me about now. What's life like, post-supervillain?" "Right now, everything is pretty up in the air. In a lot of ways, I was completely reborn when The Raven injected me with that serum. It's not just memories of being a villain that are hazy, a lot of my life before then is hard to remember, and a lot of the things I'm into have changed. I mean, I only bother using the name Pompadour now, although I have a civie name... but it doesn't mean anything to me, y'know?" "I feel you. It's really odd for me to be saying this... especially when we get back to that supervillain that took my show hostage thing... but I can see that it's been hard for you, and I hope things work out OK for you... now, since you wanted to be on America's Next Top Model so bad, we cooked up a special little something for you." Tyra gestures toward the monitor "take a look." A montage of Tyra's cohorts from ANTM set to Right Said Fred's "I'm too Sexy" plays. Mr. Jay walks Pompadour through a photo shoot, Miss Jay spends some time teaching him to walk in heals, Benny Ninja teaches him the fine art of the extreme vogue. The montage is interspersed with images of Pompadour in glamour poses with various former contestants on the show. "Ooooh, you go girl! You're a natural, Pompadour!" "I had a blast, and the Jays were great, and Benny Ninja... all the girls. That was an awesome experience... and now, I have something for you." As Pompadour stood up, Tyra's expression became just a tiny bit nervous. His hair seemed to expand, and uncoil, and eventually he unfurled a giant cheque, made out to the Tyra Banks Foundation for $50,000. The two of them stood, holding the cheque, and swapping kisses on the cheek as the show cut to commercial. Trevor "Tank" Hancock pushed a button on the remote. They were sitting in Pompadour's living room, watching the show via the miracle of Tivo on his big screen. "How exactly did you do that man?" "Do what, Trev?" "That novelty cheque. It's... 3 feet tall, almost six long... where were you keeping it?" "Uh, you know... just... in my hair? I dunno. It fit." Trevor frowned, eying Pompadour's head thoughtfully.
  13. Pompadour stopped in his tracks to stare for a moment at Student Body's perfectly heart shaped lips... soft and dewy looking with frosted lip gloss. Ah... what memories such lips brought back... they were just like Jennifer Truitt's lips. A girl he knew in highschool. She had once listed off a few things she'd never touch with her lips; and she had listed him right after raw sewage. This was minutes after she had finished copying his chemistry homework. As a highschool boy, he had never had the courage to stand up to the Jennifer Truitts of his school, but perhaps now, he had been given another chance. Pompadour took a step towards the teen tart. He realized his fists were clenched, and he was shaking in rage. Extending a single finger from the rest of his white-knuckled fist he jabbed the girl once in the sternum. "You're more than banal, all right... you're completely revolting. I know your type, Princess. You've got your two boyfriends over here fighting each other for your sick amusement, and if one of them happens to get seriously hurt, it'll give you wet dreams for a week." Pompadour was warming to the subject when he heard Battlecry's hostile tone drop like a... heavy thing. Yeah... G-Money didn't look too good, was this is first time drinking? Whoa! He's trippin' out! Pompadour stumbled after the panicked teen, only to find his legs were rubbery from adrenaline. G's freak-out is probably a blessing in disguise... a couple more seconds and I'd have probably slapped that girl... not cool, man. Easily a dozen strides behind the faster moving teenager, Pompadour staggered to a halt, and rubbed his eyes. "Whoa. Pixies."
  14. I'm going to go ahead and blow the HP to add Dedication/Resist the fascinate. Notice Check (1d20+4=14)
  15. Resist Student Body's Fascinate. +16 using Bluff vs. Bluff, +2 Extra Effort, +2 Circumstance Bonus (hatred of 'Mean Girl' antics). HP re-roll +10 on rolls under 10. (1d20+20=28) That'd be a total of 38... however, I need a ruling on the circumstance bonus I added. From his background, Pompadour was a social pariah during his highschool days. His situation was bad enough to force him to try the beyond extreme make-over show that gave him his powers in the first place. Anyone who's watched enough teen fare (Cruel Intentions,Heathers, Jaw Breaker, Mean Girls, etc.) knows that the popular kids amuse themselves, and maintain their reign of terror on their respective schools by tormenting the least popular kids. Once upon a time, that kid was Pompadour... and now that he knows who/what Student Body is, he hates her with the hatred of 1000 haters. I also edited my last IC post to end where he was passing that group.
  16. Truth be told, Pompadour was feeling the stress of being around so many big name supers and he was feeling a little claustrophobic. Spouting about his non-existent master plan for solving the most miserable of crime made him uncomfortably aware of exactly how thoroughly clueless he was. The drink-spilling incident caused him to glance over his shoulder. Mr. Discrete was following him... and was Ace Danger following Mr. Discrete, or was he following Pompadour? He frowned and shifted directions abruptly. Turning mid-stride to swing past a waiter, and deposit his empty glass on the man's tray, Pompadour headed for the buffet instead. That's what a secret agent would do, to find out if he's being tailed, right? A few more James Bond marathons and you'll be a total pro. He paused for a moment, near the bickering Claremont Couple, eavesdropping. He let out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, this is a bittersweet moment. The fact that I find your highschool antics entirely banal must mean I'm no longer a young person."
  17. We hashed it on in chat a bit... and figured Pompadour was on Grim's left, with people between them. Also, Grim's right handed so it would make more sense for the champagne to be going right... Although, my theoretical response was: 10:04:58) Lord_Fell: Well, Ace was still there, but he's wandered off himself now, already reacting to the spill. (10:08:19) Heritage: doh! (10:08:26) Lord_Fell: I think Pomp's reaction to that would have been something like: eye-roll "Bitches always be tryin' to get me to take my shirt off"
  18. Heri, Pompadour has gone to the bar... which makes it a little difficult to spill champagne on him from where you are.
  19. Thanks for the compliments, and for running the thread. Pleasure working with you, MCBE... and we're good for a Lock.
  20. June 3, 2009 Pompadour gets his power gauged.
  21. "Wow... that's a pretty high endorsement. Is there some sort of print out I can browse?" Pompadour mills around, finishing up paperwork, chatting about test results, and such. It was such an unusual experience, he couldn't quite accept that it was all over. He began to sense that the Doctor was trying to maneuver him out the door. Not that they were trying to get rid of him, just that this is valuable testing space, and someone else was scheduled to be using it soon. As Pompadour gathered up the last of his effects, the cute red-head ran up to him, with a manila envelope full of test results. "Here are your results, Pomp" giggle "...if I can call you that. And you can call me... anytime." ...perhaps the day wasn't over yet, after all.
  22. Should we be rerolling init, since this is sort of a new combatant? If the beer minions are going to stand around gawking while their boss is doing stuff, I wanna grab them with my hair and smash their noggins together.
  23. "Yes, Ma'am!" Pompadour knelt down and quickly untied his shoes. Pompadour stood, and lifted his shoes into the rack. Meanwhile, his hair grabbed both bottles of sports-drink and tucked them into the fridge, a good 12 foot stretch. "I brought one for you, too. It would have been rude not to. 'Sides they're two for one right now." After a moments hesitation, he pulled off his socks and left them on top of his shoes. Pompadour took in the sights of the training area, and not seeing a change room or reasonable facsimilie, discretely left his gym bag next to the door. "Well, what I need is some training in a combat situation. I just don't seem to have the kind of skills I need to take on Super Baddies. I've got lots of power and some basic fighting know-how, but that's not going to cut it against someone who can match my powers if they've got the skills to back it up."
  24. Pompadour eyed the contraption the team rolled out with a certain amount of trepidation. "Ok, so you're telling me that I'm supposed to stand inside that ball-thing..." Dr. Williams nodded. "and that it spins in random directions at varying speeds..." Dr. Williams nodded. "and that lightning will be zapping me from the wall continuously..." Dr. Williams nodded. "while sub-sonic commands try and break my Will to continue." Dr. Williams nodded. "and as the different stages progress, everything will increase in intensity." Dr. Williams nodded. "Alright then. Let's get this party started!" Techs helped Pompadour into the rolling-core of the machine. One of the techs, a petite, freckled red-head tucked a slip of paper into his pocket. And... my first phone-number of the day. I wonder if this is the wolf-whistler from before? Once the glass dome was sealed, Pompadour signaled that he was ready. A white indicator light came on, and the ball started to move. Red lightning flickered from the ball, causing the hair on his arms to stand up... the hair on his head was indifferent to mere lightning. The electricity didn't bother him, and his feet were able to keep up with the shifting of the ball. A dull ache formed in the back of his head, but he ignored that too, it was probably the sub-sonics. After about a minute (30 seconds, if he had actually had a stop watch), the 2nd indicator light flicked on, a Green one. The pace of the ball picked up, and presumably the intensity of the lightning was also increased. The head-ache Pompadour was developing didn't go away, nor did it really increase. Bouncing around in his super-science hamster ball didn't seem so bad, although he was starting to think the refreshment table sounded like a good idea. But then, he zigged when he should have zagged. He caught his foot going the wrong way, and took a spill in the rolling ball. He bounced around inside the ball for a few more seconds, perhaps until the stage came to a close. The ball stopped, and the lightning shut off. "Are you alright in there?" Dr. Williams voice came from a speaker set inside the dome. Pompadour gave a thumbs up. "Yeah, just lost my footing. I'm OK to keep going." The Ball started to move again, and the lightning flicked on. The indicator light was white, but it switched rapidly to green. The intensity increased to match. The light only stayed green for a few seconds before flickering to a hateful yellow. Although one might think that being hit with bursts of scary red lightning would be the hardest part of the testing, Pompadour had virtually no issues with it. Despite the rapidity and randomness of the balls movements, he managed to maintain his footing... but he found himself clutching at his head, and whispering prayers he hadn't said in over a decade. Finally the ball came to a stop. "Are you alright in there?" Dr. Williams voice came again from a speaker set inside the dome. Pompadour dropped to his knees "no" was all he said. The dome was popped off, and went skittering across the gym floor as part of some sort of emergency detachment. Techs poured into the apparatus, and manfully hauled him out of there. An oxygen mask was slapped over his face, and a pulse-oximeter was clipped to one of his fingers. Much medical related chaos ensued. After a while, Pompadour was feeling well enough to sit up, and hold onto a cold glass of water which he sipped from sparingly. Dr. Williams approached "Did you want to attempt the final stage?" Pompadour just shook his head.
  25. Thank you! Fort, Ref, Will + Tough DC10 Save battery (1d20+6=17, 1d20+3=14, 1d20+1=21, 1d20+6=8, 1d20+3=23, 1d20+1=15, 1d20+6=12, 1d20+3=7, 1d20+1=5) All Succeed, Impervious Toughness 3 auto-passes. 3xDC13 + DC18 (1d20+6=21, 1d20+3=8, 1d20+1=6, 1d20+8=10, 1d20+6=17, 1d20+3=7, 1d20+1=17, 1d20+8=16, 1d20+6=14, 1d20+3=9, 1d20+1=19, 1d20+8=19) Failed Reflex x3 3xDC16 + DC21 (1d20+6=10, 1d20+3=11, 1d20+1=6, 1d20+8=11, 1d20+6=21, 1d20+3=23, 1d20+1=7, 1d20+8=16, 1d20+6=24, 1d20+3=9, 1d20+1=8, 1d20+8=21) Failed Will x3 ...and I think that a failed Will check at this point would bring the testing to a close. He's not hurt, just mentally distressed.
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