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Are those both suppose to be Jestnut, Geez, or did you mean Jester-Prime showed up?

Y'know, I only meant it as a description of Erik's personality, but I think I basically just said he takes 20 on Intelligence checks whenever there's time. Or would thinking about stuff like that be a Wisdom check?

Haha, well, I wouldn't want to steal his act, anyway! I'm pretty sure Jack's personal timeline is a mess as far as that goes, but I'm not going to sweat it too much. He's just like a real comic book character! Superboy-Punch! Of course, if Jack finds out that James is the one who caused the Invasion! in the first place...

Toughness save vs. DC 25 (1d20+8=27) Boo, again. He makes the save. I'll get the IC up tomorrow.

Erik offered a Lynn a smirk. "That's pretty much what people are supposed to think. Half of the way I fight is getting my opponent to drop his guard for jut a split second. That said, I'm really not 'smart', so much," he admitted ruefully, rubbing the back of his head. "Not like my sister or anything. I just think things over a lot, given the time. If not..." The fencer shrugged. "That's what gut instincts are for, amirite?" Pausing, he raised a finger in dispute. "Also, I think you mean gorgeous butt. Don't worry about Bill getting jealous; he's seen it, he knows." Folding his hands behind his head, the acrobat expounded on his reasoning. "I was thinking about my powers, and how I should think more about choosing the right energy for the job. Same thing. There's more than enough muscle in Freedom, but if we applied it a little more strategically, it'd be a lot more effective." He sighed dejectedly. "Either way, I owe Mona an apology, so I might as well be the one to talk to her."

Jack was momentarily distracted from his examination by Colt's clothing dilemma. "Heh. 'Magic pants'," he grinned to himself. For some reason he found the idea hilarious. The swordsman leaned over the edge of the alley to call down to his teammates. "Hey, if you're gonna grab some kit off of Larry and Moe down there, grab Curly's sword for me while you're at it, huh?" He gestured vaguely about their surroundings with the rapier he'd constructed from their mysterious femme fatale's teleportation spell. "Not sure how easy it's gonna be to pick up a recharge around here if I have to drop my energy again."

Jack grunted around a grimace as he pushed his energy awareness to its limits. "Ugh. Kid, we gotta move now. Whatever took down those cops and went all Romero on these folks is in the backyard and it's just warming up." Standing, the fencer drew his lighter from his coat and flicked it open. It took only the work of a moment to form a fiery rapier in his outstretched hand. He turned to Breakdown, his face lit by the sword's flickering light. "Your cafeteria money says that the neighbourhood watch down there gets lively the minute we try something. Think you can cover me and buy me some time?"

Variable Powers means never having to say "I'm sorry!" Since the Interceptors are dealing with it over in Witch Doctor, I'm going to assume Jack's hellfire complication has been taken care of by this point. Fair enough?

Just remember, sugar cubes are a 'sometimes food'!

Ha, this really isn't Jack's thing. He'll use Skill Mastery for a 20 on the Notice Check. Search check (1d20=17)

Since it came up earlier, the Ani-Earth crew are anthropomorphic cartoon animals in the style of Darkwing Duck or Usagi Yojimbo. I'm taking a cue from the more recent Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles iterations and saying that they average closer to five feet tall than six... er, except for Foalcrum, who's evidently been eating her oats.

It's a good sense! Now, it's not analytical, but it is acute; I take it she was definitely using magic? Any specific type or an idea of her relative strength?

"Well, nertz," Jack groused once he was sure the woman he'd pursued to the roof was actually gone. "Teleported," he called down to the others. Releasing the gravimetric blade he's formed from Dark Star's power, the energy manipulator ran his fingers through the outline his metahuman senses found in the mysterious magic user's place. A minor application of will collected the wisps of power into a new sword, which the fencer examined for any clues as to the woman's nature.

"Well, now you know!" Jack replied flippantly. The swashbuckler has formed a sword from a sliver of Grim's glamour magic, reasoning that of his available choices it was the one to which the shambling masses outside were least likely to be resistant. The pale green blade shimmered, spiraling about lazily in his grip. "It's kind of poetic," he continued as he looked about for furniture to push against the doors and windows. "We were looking for drugs, we found zombies. It's like a metaphor, huh? A regular Interceptors After School Special."

By the same token, Jack's greatcoat is pretty thick and toasty, especially with the hidden armor and padding. That would give him 5 + 4 = 9; can you critical fail a save? Well, regardless: Fort Save vs. DC 10 (1d20+9=21) And Initiative (1d20+9=22)

Alright, the threads are up here: Ani-Earth's Finest, OOC The God, The Baaad and the Nutty, OOC Mythological Creatures, OOC Yes, the intros are all the same. The gist is that the Ani-Earth heroes have arrived in Earth-Prime to bring back the Factor Fur, who are in Freedom City for their own nefarious purposes. To that end, Science Squid has given each of them a device which will home in on their respective human counterpart. The first part of each thread will be Ani-Earth heroes tracking down and meeting their Earth-Prime double. Then: fighting! I'll leave you to it.

For Jackalope of all Blades and Calico Angel! Yes, the intros are all the same. The gist is that the Ani-Earth heroes have arrived in Earth-Prime to bring back the Factor Fur, who are in Freedom City for their own nefarious purposes. To that end, Science Squid has given each of them a device which will home in on their respective human counterpart. The first part of each thread will be Ani-Earth heroes tracking down and meeting their Earth-Prime double. Then: fighting! Since it came up earlier, the Ani-Earth crew are anthropomorphic cartoon animals in the style of Darkwing Duck or Usagi Yojimbo. I'm taking a cue from the more recent Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles iterations and saying that they average closer to five feet tall than six... er, except for Foalcrum, who's evidently been eating her oats.

For Feline, Lambkos and Jestnut! Yes, the intros are all the same. The gist is that the Ani-Earth heroes have arrived in Earth-Prime to bring back the Factor Fur, who are in Freedom City for their own nefarious purposes. To that end, Science Squid has given each of them a device which will home in on their respective human counterpart. The first part of each thread will be Ani-Earth heroes tracking down and meeting their Earth-Prime double. Then: fighting!

For Avengemouse and Foalcrum! Yes, the intros are all the same. The gist is that the Ani-Earth heroes have arrived in Earth-Prime to bring back the Factor Fur, who are in Freedom City for their own nefarious purposes. To that end, Science Squid has given each of them a device which will home in on their respective human counterpart. The first part of each thread will be Ani-Earth heroes tracking down and meeting their Earth-Prime double. Then: fighting! Since it came up earlier, the Ani-Earth crew are anthropomorphic cartoon animals in the style of Darkwing Duck or Usagi Yojimbo. I'm taking a cue from the more recent Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles iterations and saying that they average closer to five feet tall than six... er, except for Foalcrum, who's evidently been eating her oats.

A sudden wind kicked up in the middle of Liberty Park, followed the crackle of building energies and a blinding, blue-white flash. An oddly anticlimactic *blink* deposited a group of seven figures onto the jogging path, to the surprise of the locals. A furry creature wearing a long blue coat and a red bandana mask stepped forward to look around, smoothing a pair of long ears around the antlers which protruded from the top of his head as he did so. "An entire world of ladies who've never known the joys of Jackalope of all Blades?" the leporid fellow observed. "That’s positively criminal!". "You realize they’re not even your species, right?" asked one of his companions, brown and black furred with a canine muzzle and leather jacket. Jackalope grinned, revealing prominent buckteeth. "Lambkos, m’man, when has that ever stopped me?" A dainty clearing of the throat drew attention to the toga-clad white cat calmly adjusting her porcelain mask. [divine]"Does everyone have the homing devices Doktor Architeuthis gave us? We should be getting a reading now that we’re here,"[/divine] instructed Feline, examining her immaculate claws. "Wha-ha-ha! I’m getting a reading, alright!" cried a squirrel in a eye-searingly bright orange and and blue suit, bouncing up and down energetically. "In my pants!". A prominent bulge appeared in the front of his slacks; reaching inside he retrieved a wooden dowsing rod which jerked back and forth, pulling him along with it. "It’s a bigg’un, you betcha!" "Enough, Jestnut!" a gravely voice insisted. Concealed in the shade of a nearby tree, Avengemouse wrapped his leathery wings around himself and narrowed his eyes. "This world is no place for your foolishness. It’s dark, gritty, realistic." He paused briefly for effect. "My kind of world.". A loud snort came from the towering, equine figure hovering in the air nearby. "Oh, lighten up, bat boy," admonished Foalcrum, the cape rumour said that she’d inherited from the Centaurian himself flapping behind her. "It’s just a costume," came the reflexive response, eliciting a chorus of half-hearted placating agreement. "Regardless, we should get going," Foalcrum continued. "People are starting to stare." Flying beside her, Calico Angel flapped her broad, feathered wings and stretched in the sunlight, patchwork fur rippling. "Some of us are used to stares, dear," she remarked smugly. Before the horse-headed heroine could respond, small devices each of them carried began to beep, a round screen indicating direction. "Gotta go go go!" cried Jestnut, bouncing off on a bushy tail which had suddenly acquired spring-like qualities. "Try to keep him under control," Foalcrum called to Lambkos as she and Avengemouse flew off in the opposite direction. The wolf gave the departing paragon a doubtful look as he started off after the squirrel. "I’ll do what I can... Although I think a panzer division would have a tough time keeping Jestnut ‘under control’." Feline slipped in next to him as they continued to walk. [divine]"Don’t worry, honey, controlling men is what I do best,"[/divine] she purred coyly. "Guess that just leaves you and me, wings!" Jackalope called up to Calico Angel. The lithe shorthair rolled her eyes as she flapped off. "Being part succubus doesn’t mean I don’t have some standards, antlers-for-brains." Hopping hurriedly after her, the rabbit spread his arms pleadingly. "Aw, c’mon! You’re breaking my heart, here!" Within moments, the odd group had dispersed, leaving Liberty Park’s local visitors wondering if it was going to be another one of those days in Freedom City.

A sudden wind kicked up in the middle of Liberty Park, followed the crackle of building energies and a blinding, blue-white flash. An oddly anticlimactic *blink* deposited a group of seven figures onto the jogging path, to the surprise of the locals. A furry creature wearing a long blue coat and a red bandana mask stepped forward to look around, smoothing a pair of long ears around the antlers which protruded from the top of his head as he did so. "An entire world of ladies who've never known the joys of Jackalope of all Blades?" the leporid fellow observed. "That’s positively criminal!". "You realize they’re not even your species, right?" asked one of his companions, brown and black furred with a canine muzzle and leather jacket. Jackalope grinned, revealing prominent buckteeth. "Lambkos, m’man, when has that ever stopped me?" A dainty clearing of the throat drew attention to the toga-clad white cat calmly adjusting her porcelain mask. [divine]"Does everyone have the homing devices Doktor Architeuthis gave us? We should be getting a reading now that we’re here,"[/divine] instructed Feline, examining her immaculate claws. "Wha-ha-ha! I’m getting a reading, alright!" cried a squirrel in a eye-searingly bright orange and and blue suit, bouncing up and down energetically. "In my pants!". A prominent bulge appeared in the front of his slacks; reaching inside he retrieved a wooden dowsing rod which jerked back and forth, pulling him along with it. "It’s a bigg’un, you betcha!" "Enough, Jestnut!" a gravely voice insisted. Concealed in the shade of a nearby tree, Avengemouse wrapped his leathery wings around himself and narrowed his eyes. "This world is no place for your foolishness. It’s dark, gritty, realistic." He paused briefly for effect. "My kind of world.". A loud snort came from the towering, equine figure hovering in the air nearby. "Oh, lighten up, bat boy," admonished Foalcrum, the cape rumour said that she’d inherited from the Centaurian himself flapping behind her. "It’s just a costume," came the reflexive response, eliciting a chorus of half-hearted placating agreement. "Regardless, we should get going," Foalcrum continued. "People are starting to stare." Flying beside her, Calico Angel flapped her broad, feathered wings and stretched in the sunlight, patchwork fur rippling. "Some of us are used to stares, dear," she remarked smugly. Before the horse-headed heroine could respond, small devices each of them carried began to beep, a round screen indicating direction. "Gotta go go go!" cried Jestnut, bouncing off on a bushy tail which had suddenly acquired spring-like qualities. "Try to keep him under control," Foalcrum called to Lambkos as she and Avengemouse flew off in the opposite direction. The wolf gave the departing paragon a doubtful look as he started off after the squirrel. "I’ll do what I can... Although I think a panzer division would have a tough time keeping Jestnut ‘under control’." Feline slipped in next to him as they continued to walk. [divine]"Don’t worry, honey, controlling men is what I do best,"[/divine] she purred coyly. "Guess that just leaves you and me, wings!" Jackalope called up to Calico Angel. The lithe shorthair rolled her eyes as she flapped off. "Being part succubus doesn’t mean I don’t have some standards, antlers-for-brains." Hopping hurriedly after her, the rabbit spread his arms pleadingly. "Aw, c’mon! You’re breaking my heart, here!" Within moments, the odd group had dispersed, leaving Liberty Park’s local visitors wondering if it was going to be another one of those days in Freedom City.

A sudden wind kicked up in the middle of Liberty Park, followed the crackle of building energies and a blinding, blue-white flash. An oddly anticlimactic *blink* deposited a group of seven figures onto the jogging path, to the surprise of the locals. A furry creature wearing a long blue coat and a red bandana mask stepped forward to look around, smoothing a pair of long ears around the antlers which protruded from the top of his head as he did so. "An entire world of ladies who've never known the joys of Jackalope of all Blades?" the leporid fellow observed. "That’s positively criminal!". "You realize they’re not even your species, right?" asked one of his companions, brown and black furred with a canine muzzle and leather jacket. Jackalope grinned, revealing prominent buckteeth. "Lambkos, m’man, when has that ever stopped me?" A dainty clearing of the throat drew attention to the toga-clad white cat calmly adjusting her porcelain mask. [divine]"Does everyone have the homing devices Doktor Architeuthis gave us? We should be getting a reading now that we’re here,"[/divine] instructed Feline, examining her immaculate claws. "Wha-ha-ha! I’m getting a reading, alright!" cried a squirrel in a eye-searingly bright orange and and blue suit, bouncing up and down energetically. "In my pants!". A prominent bulge appeared in the front of his slacks; reaching inside he retrieved a wooden dowsing rod which jerked back and forth, pulling him along with it. "It’s a bigg’un, you betcha!" "Enough, Jestnut!" a gravely voice insisted. Concealed in the shade of a nearby tree, Avengemouse wrapped his leathery wings around himself and narrowed his eyes. "This world is no place for your foolishness. It’s dark, gritty, realistic." He paused briefly for effect. "My kind of world.". A loud snort came from the towering, equine figure hovering in the air nearby. "Oh, lighten up, bat boy," admonished Foalcrum, the cape rumour said that she’d inherited from the Centaurian himself flapping behind her. "It’s just a costume," came the reflexive response, eliciting a chorus of half-hearted placating agreement. "Regardless, we should get going," Foalcrum continued. "People are starting to stare." Flying beside her, Calico Angel flapped her broad, feathered wings and stretched in the sunlight, patchwork fur rippling. "Some of us are used to stares, dear," she remarked smugly. Before the horse-headed heroine could respond, small devices each of them carried began to beep, a round screen indicating direction. "Gotta go go go!" cried Jestnut, bouncing off on a bushy tail which had suddenly acquired spring-like qualities. "Try to keep him under control," Foalcrum called to Lambkos as she and Avengemouse flew off in the opposite direction. The wolf gave the departing paragon a doubtful look as he started off after the squirrel. "I’ll do what I can... Although I think a panzer division would have a tough time keeping Jestnut ‘under control’." Feline slipped in next to him as they continued to walk. [divine]"Don’t worry, honey, controlling men is what I do best,"[/divine] she purred coyly. "Guess that just leaves you and me, wings!" Jackalope called up to Calico Angel. The lithe shorthair rolled her eyes as she flapped off. "Being part succubus doesn’t mean I don’t have some standards, antlers-for-brains." Hopping hurriedly after her, the rabbit spread his arms pleadingly. "Aw, c’mon! You’re breaking my heart, here!" Within moments, the odd group had dispersed, leaving Liberty Park’s local visitors wondering if it was going to be another one of those days in Freedom City.

Hmm. Is there any point in stunting tracking of Jack's energy awareness?

Cold open saves time!

On a very special episode of The Interceptors... "You always have all the answers, Grimalkin! Well, what's your answer to that?" "My cowboy is a JUNKIE!" I'm fine with any of the titles.