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From his vantage point in the darkest corner of the garage his view was blocked by rusted sheet metal and skinheads, but he had gotten a look at Strauffman as he greeted the 'leaders'. Razorwing lost sight of them after that as they made their past the opened double doors of the dilapidated garage.
Cannonade clicked on the earpiece to pass word along. "Hey, Razor? This guy's really good at his stuff. He's getting everyone lined up like they wanna goose step down Park Street. Now, could be he's just a charismatic bastard, but you may wanna be careful down there in case he's getting in their heads."The young hero hadn't seen anything amiss, but he decided it best to trust his partner on this one.
"Copy that. I lost sight of Strauffman. You want me to follow the crowd or stay put?" he asked Cannonade over the commlink.
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Razorwing saw the displacement of smoke as whoever was inside 'whiffed' at an imaginary opponent. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. It wouldn't be smart to go into the smoke with fists swinging, so he'd wait the buffoon out. Taking cover against the opposite side of the door the dark clad hero silently pulled his nunchaku from their place on his utility belt at the small of his back and waited for a chance to strike.
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Readying an Action, waiting for the guy to stumble out of the smoke.
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Cannonade sensed something amiss with the gathering, other than the crowd. It seemed that whenever Strauffman came in contact with anyone and said a few words to them, their actions became more rigid and disciplined, and soon he had an entourage escorting him into the thick of the crowd. The female driver seemed curiously behind her charge.
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Behind his mask Razorwing's eyes widened at the sight of Knight's majestic wings as they grew from his back. The wingspan of the outstretched wings was incredible, though the young hero wondered if they could produce enough lift to sustain flight.
Well, it's probably cake for him to rework his bone density. I wonder how fast he can go...
He looked past Knight again to the back lit skyline of Downtown Freedom, and a small grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"There's something I need to check out in the Fens," he replied to Knight as he took a few paces back, preparing himself for the rush. "Nothing major, but you're welcome to come along..." he sprinted past Knight with incredible speed, "if you can keep up!" he yelled to Knight as he leaped from the roof of the office building. The jump itself took him nearly thirty feet out before Razorwing threw out his arms, a pair of glider wings unfurling from their housings, and the dark clad hero rode along the cold breeze, gliding silently like a shadow over the streets of Riverside.
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some Will Save, maybe? also, if he's a football player (and judging by stats, I'd say he was a lineman or tackle, give him some Feats to reflect this: Improved Overrun, All-Out Attack, Move-by Action, etc.
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Razorwing took the offered card with a nod and placed it in an empty slot in his utility belt, retrieving a zippo-sized commlink as he did so. "Mavericks we can deal with," he said with a half-smile as he offered the piece of equipment to Knight. "I'm always on the job. If you need back-up, just use this."
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Razorwing found himself atop the roof of the office building-turned-drug lab, his mind reeling from the unexpected teleportation. His hand rested across his chest where the Asian girl had touched him, the young vigilante seeming to savor the fleeting sensation of her contact. He dropped his hand to his side and looked to Knight.
"Yeah, about that," he replied. "I'm not sure what to make of them. They don't seem to be wholly evil, though I question their real motives." Razorwing looked past Knight toward Downtown, the lights of the city illuminating the chilly night air. "And they're powerful. Not sure I could have handled that myself if things got ugly," said the dark clad hero in a manner of gratitude to Knight.
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The well-dressed German seemed pleased, speaking with and shaking the hands of a number of the skinheads that approached him. The heroes were unable to to hear his words due to the distance and the riotous music, but the meaning seemed clear enough. The female driver followed Strauffman as he mingled with the throng of racists and charismatically "rubbed elbows" as it were with the faction heads of various skinhead gangs.
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it was for the Obscure Power. it has a 20' radius and will last for 6 rounds with no effort from Razorwing (Independent).
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November 29, 8 AM
After entering the main gate and making their way through the quad to the administration office, Kalani and Kamaka Ellison waited patiently for their appointment outside of the headmaster's office. After Pax's first evening of super-heroics, which his mother was less than pleased to hear about when Kamaka confessed his actions to her later that same night, he was invited to check out the Young Freedom website by Wander, one of the heroes he met during the bank robbery they had helped foil. The young heroine had referred the Claremont Academy to him in one of her e-mails, and after showing his mother the school's literature and explaining it's true nature, they both thought it best that he enroll.
But first, he had to be accepted by the headmaster, one Duncan Summers. Sitting quietly outside of the office on comfortable leather chairs, Kalani looked up from her magazine and noticed her son's knee jumping in anticipation. "Nervous, honey?" she asked with a sparkling smile that calmed his anxiety.
"Yeah, a little bit. Not every day you apply for Hogwart's, ya know?" he replied with a cheerful smile of his own.
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Still crouched near the back door of the liquor store with an unconscious goon laying at his feet, Razorwing pulled a smoke pellet from his utility belt and tossed it into the back room, a cloud of black smoke filling the enclosed space. As the smoke crept out of the doorway and enveloped the young hero, he became all but invisible.
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A soft "click" emanated from the tiny piece of equipment in Cannonade's hand, and a second later the young vigilante's voice whispered, "You see the suit? Bigwig German CEO, lots of cash, and ties to the German government."
Razorwing couldn't make heads or tails of the situation. Why would a high profile executive like Strauffman be seen within a mile of this rabble throwing out "heils" if he had so much to lose?
"This doesn't feel right. It doesn't add up."
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indeed it does!
Hans Strauffman is the affluent CEO of the German-based pharmaceutical company Heilkunst that opened a branch in Hanover a few months ago.
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It had been less than a minute since Razorwing left when Cannonade spotted a pair of headlights coming up from a side road towards the gathering. The cro magnon behavior halted and the assembled racists turned their attention to the vehicle, an unremarkable though well maintained black sedan. It came to a stop twenty paces from the mass of skin heads, a tall blonde woman in a suit-skirt exiting the driver's seat and walking towards the rear.
She opened and the door and a man of obvious Aryan heritage stepped out. Tall, broad-shouldered, and possessed of a regal demeanor, the man was dressed head to toe in black, tailored to resemble a cross between a business suit and an SS uniform. The woman closed the door as the man crossed the loose gravel towards the garage. He stopped just short of the main body of nazi's, appraised them all with an unreadable glance, and then saluted them.
The horde all replied in kind, saluting three times and shouting their profane slogan of victory.
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Yeah, I can work with this.
Sneaking to the other side of the door so it would open away from him, he knocked on the door and stayed hidden, waiting for a chance to strike.
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The young hero hadn't been paying much attention to what was going on downstairs while he was engaged on the walkway, except for the big guy shouting up at him, but he did happen a glance towards Knight as he approached one of the deceased. The young hero's eyes widening at the sight before him. At first he thought that maybe the man wasn't killed, just really hurt, and that knight had healed him of his wounds. Then the man went rigid, as if under some sort of outside control, and knight approached another of the victims.
Razorwing knew that the man was dead, he had seen the big guy break his neck. He had heard the snap-crunch, saw the man go limp like a rag doll, but again the motionless form moved. His body jerked, then a loud POP came from it as the broken tissue and bone reformed itself, and the man stood shakily to his feet.
What. The. F**k?
Foggy memories of his death on the lawn of Danger Mansion came to him, and with it the gnawing sense of futility that overcame him in it's aftermath. He stood there like that, deep in tormenting thought, for longer than he had realized as he was jerked back to the here and now by a voice calling him sensei. The voice came from a beautiful Asian girl standing near him on the catwalk that wasn't there a moment ago.
"You already learned your first lesson, and it's the big one here: no killing," he replied to the group as a whole. "I'll give you another one after you answer a few questions, but first," he said as he put the index and middle finger of his left hand to his temple, activating his mask's encrypted commlink. Razorwing spoke the address then removed his fingers from the side of his head. "Cops are coming. Let's get out of here."
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Taking 10 on a Stealth check (30).
Character Edits, v5
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All right, here we go. Razorwing has 1pp to spend this month, which bumps him up to PL 12.
Trade-Offs
Switching it to "None". He is under-capped right now, but that will be the first thing he bumps back up with more PP.
Skills
Adding 1pp to bring his Skill Ranks up to 136. There was a bit of rank swapping taking place, as I realized I left out Escape Artist and Sleight of Hand (must haves for the ninja-ly inclined). As a point of interest, I've removed Razorwing's Language Skill. This is unorthodox, since he's been shown to speak a number of different languages, but I've decided to reflect his linguistic ability with his Beginner's Luck Feat.
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Feats
Spending 5pp to add Equipment 2, Improved Grab, Move-By Action, and Well-Informed. This puts Razorwing 5pp over budget.
Equipment
Razorwing has 10ep to spend, but again, there was a bit of rank swapping. His armored jumpsuit Device has been stripped down to an equipment version. Removed some of the "freebies" from his utility belt, as I felt he was packing way too much stuff in a little belt. Lastly, both the Headquarters and the Razorcycle get a make-over.
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Powers
Removed Device 2 (armored jumpsuit, hard to lose) to gain 8pp! That pays off the 5pp for Feats. Spending 3pp for another rank in his grapple gun.
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