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Stalking the halls of the mansion, Razorwing took a head count of able-bodied people, both costumed and civilian. The numbers were less than he was hoping for, but they'd need everyone that was willing to fight to do their part if they had any hope of beating back the demonic army. He spotted a group of police officers and emergency medical technicians in the parlor, huddled together, most likely formulating their own plans. Walking towards the group, hoping that his reputation as a violent vigilante would be overlooked in these times of tumult, he addressed them. "We're making our last stand out on the lawn," his spoke grimly. "We need everyone to do their part." The men and women looked at the young hero, nodded and murmured their support. The people of Freedom City were haggard and frightened, but they were not beaten yet. "Also, has anyone seen Dr. Archeville?" he asked as he double-clicked his commlink once more.

You... you got cooties from QMN? In your nose?! O_o

excellent. thank you Heritage =] It shall take place on... Thursday.

The verbal exchange between Marcus and Jack was getting heated right as Kristian turned the music off. His eyes darted between the two, assessing the situation. When Jack pulled out his lighter and a blade of flame formed in his hand and Marcus boldly replied to the swashbucklers finger-jabbing he walked in between the two and stood, not looking at either of them. Just standing there, staring at a spot on the far wall, focusing himself. He wouldn't stop a fight, but he would offer a suitable reason not to start a fight.

Hey there, me again. In light of realizing a mistake of mine, I'm thinking to change the date this happens. After Halloween but before the Invasion. Anyone got an idea what days that leaves open? I'll edit my first post slightly to reflect that when we come to a consensus.

Razorwing almost lost his footing from the tremendous impact that shook the street. All-Star had made his move, and the demons now looked to him as the primary threat. Velocity was evacuating the building, presumably, while Blink and Grimalkin were duking it out with the forces of Hell. Colt had taken to the sky on his Stellar Cycle and took to raining lead down on the horde. Jack, on the other hand, was sent flying across the street and into a wall. He laid motionless in a crumpled heap, too far away from the rest of the team. Drawing his grapple gun from it's holster, Razorwing took aim at his fallen teammate and fired. The line wrapped around Jack's oddly angled forearm and Razorwing reeled him in. It wasn't the best idea to pull an unconscious person into the thick of a melee, but given the circumstances, it would be negligent to leave his friend out there on his own. He pulled a smelling salt from his utility belt as he knelt down next to Jack.

Snare roll against helpless Jack of all Blades (1d20 8=13) Reeling him in with a Move Action (effective Str 26) Will use Improvised Tools and Jack-of-All-Trades next round to wake him up.

You guys go ahead and finish the RP, then we'll go check out the workshop and do some stuff there. Then we can all go out for pizza (assuming a brawl doesn't take place)

Kris flexed his bandaged hand and thanked Nadia. "That's a good field dressing." Turning his attention to what may possibly break out into a fight between the "personalities" of the team, he spoke up. "Look, I'm sure I can fix your bike up for you, Jack. I just brought in some metal-working equipment," he jerked a thumb towards the converted workshop down the hall. "I can sand and weld that frame and get it back together in a day or so. Slap some new paint on it, and you should be back in business. Which reminds me, you guys wanna see the new addition?" He walked over to his motorcycle and turned off the jambox that sat on the ground next to it.

Warmonger knows also

No worries, man. You take care of you and yours. I am sorry for your loss. P.S. RW is stealing Colt's whiskey in "Setting Up Shop" =]

Pardon me, blink, but what does a .5 human look like?! O_o P.S. I keed, I keed

"Damn, are you ok?" he asked when the blur settled into a steady image, a battered All-Star. Kris watched the television monitor with the others, watching his teammate pound away at the spider-mech. Impressed with the display, Kristian said "You know what they say, 'If brute force isn't working, you're not using enough'."

By all means, old bean =]

Well, that's good news... sort of. You probably have mono O_o P.S. The crow looked cooler than the eagle =]

Kris could hear the heavy footsteps as he was about to answer Nadia's question. Looking over his shoulder he saw the cowboy strolling up in... normal clothes?! "Looking sharp, Two-Gun Kid," he commented as he caught the bottle of whiskey with his good hand. He unscrewed the cap and took a deep pull, the liquid fire running down his throat and warming his core. "Much appreciated, Billy," he said as he passed the bottle to Nadia. "That's your whip right there?" he asked, nodding towards the anime space-bike that Colt took the bottle of liquor from.

Word. Well, looks like I got my answer. Thanks, gang!

hmmm, perhaps. The character is basically an amalgam of the three Summers brothers and I was looking for something like Cyclops' visor and Havok's bodysuit to add some flavor to the character. He can still use his powers without it, but his clothing would be damaged when he used his powers, especially his Aura Strike. I wasn't really looking for Immunity to attacks with the proper descriptors, I just wanted it so he had an undersuit/hero costume that wouldn't be destroyed when he started slinging plasma, and also keep him alive when he's in the center of a maelstrom of 4th phase energy/matter. Perhaps this needs further examination?

thank you for the reply. and the suit is Subtle so he can wear it under normal clothes so he doesn't look like a freak in his day to day life =p

He hadn't thought he swore loud enough for anyone to come looking to see if he was alright, but he didn't mind that Nadia came with first-aid kit in hand. No sir, he didn't mind one bit. Taking his hand from his mouth after she teased him, he returned her smile and held out his hand. "Yeah, you're right. Good thing you're on triage or I might have lost it," he said playfully, his voice soft and humble. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but he felt comfortable in her presence. She was a kindred spirit, and that was something that he knew wasn't going to come up often in the hero biz. <"And as for my colorful language,"> he spoke in her native tongue, <"the bike doesn't know Russian.">

I'm making a blaster with Plasma Control. He himself is not protected from his own plasma (or any plasma for that matter), so I was thinking of having him in some sort of magnetic stabilization suit. Plasma and Magnetic both fall under the "uncommon power descriptor" in the House Rules section. My question: Does that just stop the descriptor or the actual damage? For example, the character is hit by a Blast (magnetic or plasma). Do the above Immunities negate the descriptor yet that damage is still dealt (which is what I'm leaning towards), or is the entire attack ignored?

I thought I already posted this, but I guess not =p This is a "get to meet the weird underage kid that sounds like he has throat cancer when he's in his decidedly badass costume" game open to the rest of the Interceptors. IC OOC

It hadn't only been long since the team became "official", but Kristian was already hard at work putting his own personal touch on the place. After the declaration of intent to form a heroic team, the group had toured their new headquarters, both above and below ground. The Underground, as it had been dubbed, was just his style. He learned the layout of the subterranean complex quickly, and the artificial intelligence Vince was very helpful, if not a bit flippant in his explanations. Kristian withdrew his "hero gear" from his duffel bag and stashed it all away in one of the empty storerooms and made his way up to the brownstone via the secret stairway in the living room. Kris called dibs on one of the rooms on the third floor facing the terrace and garden. His possessions were meager, and most of it was stowed in the Underground, anyway. The room was spartan, but much more comfortable than he was used to. When Lynn had told him the third floor rooms were small, he was expecting something like the single room that he and the other Shadow Academy cadets, Omega team, had shared. Apparently, they had different definitions of the word. And it was much better than sleeping on rooftops and parking garages. Using his "signing bonus", the young man spared no expense for his second phase of preparation. He had purchased a number of power tools and a workbench and went to work setting up a little workshop in the storeroom where he kept his armored jumpsuit and utility belt. Which paved the way for his third and final phase of preparation: improve upon his skills and use the resources now at his disposal to make a serious effort at a war on crime. November 5, 2009 A string of expletives could barely be heard over the loud and heavy music that echoed against the walls of the Underground's garage. Kris had busted his knuckles open, again, while wrenching on his motorcycle. It wasn't anything serious, really. It didn't even hurt that much, but cursing was like a reflex in this situation, something you were supposed to do when that happened. He stood from where he was squatting next to the Razorcycle and put his scraped-up knuckle to his lips. He tasted grease cut with copper and salt. Imagine that.

this is the OOC for character interaction between RW and his roomies. All are invited to participate.

"Hey Doc! Nice... Amadeus costume?" he commented quizicly. Pulling open a drawer in the kitchen area, Kris removes a box of strike-anywhere matches and a fresh light bulb. Tapping the bulb lightly on the kitchen sink he sets to removing the filament from the glass. With that task complete, he lit a match and held both it and the light bulb filament in the same hand while flipping off the kitchen lights with the other. "Ready, hombre?", he asked a split-second before he tossed the contents of his hand up. When the two collided with the kitchen ceiling, a shower of white and red sparks rained down upon the Interceptors (and kid sisters thereof).