Pengwolf

Put Displacer on objective 2, please, and Curator on objective 1.

Feel free to find a place for both The Curator and Displacer to get a piece of the action (no need for them to be together, of course). Wouldn't want to miss this!

Devin flinched a little at the doctor's questions, fearing the disapproval that an honest answer might evoke. Still, knowing how it happened might help Dr. A fix it, so Devin hesitantly explained. "Well, I first noticed it after a fight I got into last week. Guy in a silly-looking steel suit and green cloak tried to rob a bank, so I punched him. It was funny, though, the guy kept telling everyone they were doomed." He waggled his hands for emphasis, "DOOOOMED, you know, that sort of thing."

Hey guys. Displacer's gonna take 10 on stealth (total of 13) and notice (total of 15) to eavesdrop on the conversation that's been going on in the back room.

Devin Splice was about to order a pizza when the radio in his cybernetic arm buzzed. He stepped out of Little Tony's Pizzeria in the West End and listened to the recorded message from Dr. Archeville. Shaking his head, he opened his cell phone and called the girl he was supposed to be on a date with. "Hey Cassandra," "No, Tony's was open, it's just..." "Yes, I know I promised you awesome pizza..." "Look, we're just going to have to do this again next week, okay? Dr. Archeville needs me to -" *click* I'm never going to get a girlfriend at this rate. He sighed, stashed his phone, and focused his mind on the location indicated by the message. An instant later, he was standing on the sidewalk outside a run-down pawn shop in the Greenbank district. Through the dirty windows, he could just see the backs of the Doktor and two other men as they entered a back room and closed the door. Doc wants backup, but if he's walking into a trap, it won't do him any good if I get pulled in too. Devin considered a moment, then teleported inside, just inches away from the closed door, and leaned in to see if he could hear what was going on.

Okay, sorry for the confusion. It IS bad-guys turn now. GM post to come soon. Nice battle music, Aiko.

The Curator burst out from behind the employee's only door he had been hiding behind. "Stop, thieves!" he shouted, with an odd mixture of bravado and nervousness. His modern grey business suit clashed anachronistically with the ancient Greek shield and shining European longsword he wielded. The tiny wings on his sandals fluttered rapidly as he flew toward the female thief, maneuvering around the frozen people. Floating a few feet off the ground, he struck her with a smart blow to the top of the head, but his sword seemed to hit more like a blunt object than a blade.

The Curator takes a swing at the woman (Desperarae) with his sword - 1d20+8 = 28 Well, will you look at that - a crit on his first ever attack roll. So it's going to be DC 24 toughness save for her... 1d20+6 = 21 Drat. She only takes a bruise. IC post coming soon, then Aiko and Ironclad are up.

I'm working on a villain idea - an ugly person who goes around stealing beauty and adding it to their own. A key part of this is dealing with the Transfer power, to represent stealing beauty. I'd like to rework it from the ground up as what it really is - Linked Drain and Boost. Here's my first attempt: "Steal Beauty" - Drain 10 (one trait - Charisma, Extras: Alternate Save (Will, +0), Feats: Slow Fade x 4 (1 hour)) Linked (+0) to Boost 20 (one trait - Charisma, Flaws: Personal, Feats: Slow Fade x 4 (1 hour)) Total cost: 28 pp I'd be interested in adding something to the boost along the lines of Flaw: only boosts as many points as were drained, combined with an Extra: stacks with itself, capped by power rank. EDIT: After reading Transfer more carefully, I think it actually does exactly what I just described above, and you only have to pay for Slow Fade once that way, which is cheaper. /EDIT The idea would be that this character's natural charisma score is something like 5 or maybe even less, but by draining enough people/points, they can get it into the 20's or 30's. Any other suggestions or thoughts are appreciated, both for powers and concept. The slow fade, I know, may be a bit much, so I can tweak that. I've also thought of this character using Ritualist or some such to attempt longer-term transfers for plot purposes (i.e. Ritual up a version of the power with stupidly high ranks of Slow Fade). ---------------------------------------- Build so far. Characters Name: Power Level: 12 [X/180] Trade-Offs: [example] Unspent PP: 0 Alternate Identity: Age: ?? (born Month [day optional] Year; Apparent Age ??) Gender: Height: Weight: Eyes: Hair: Description: History: Personality & Motivation: Powers & Tactics: Complications: In Brief: (one or two sentences that encompasses the whole character) Stats: -2+0+0+6-2-6 = -4pp Str: 8 (-1) Dex: 10 (+0) Con: 10 (+0) Int: 16 (+3) Wis: 8 (-1) Cha: 4 (-3) Combat: 24+16 = 30pp Attack: +12 Grapple: +11 Defense: +14 (+8 base, +6 other) +4 flat-footed Knockback: -0 Initiative: +0 Saves: 8+8+8 = 24pp Toughness: +10 (+0 Con, +10 other) Fortitude: +8 (+0 Con, +8) Reflex: +8 (+0 Dex, +8) Will: +12 (-1 Wis, +8, +5 other) Skills: 0r = 0pp Example: Knowledge (arcane lore) 4 (+4) Feats: 0pp Artificer Distract (Bluff) Dodge Focus x 6 Fascinate Inspire x 5 Precise Shot Ritualist Powers: 28+24+0 = 0pp Device 8 ("Royal Scepter", [magic] easy to lose) [24pp] Device (hard to lose) Flight 2 (Extras: Duration (Continuous)) [6pp] Protection 10 ("magical wards") [10pp] Transfer 12 ("Steal Beauty", [magic], Drain Charisma, Boost Charisma, Extras: Alternate Save(Will) (+0), Feats: Slow Fade x 4 (1 point/hour)) [28pp] Drawbacks: 0+0+0 = 0pp Example: Name (description; frequency, severity; -X) DC Block: Example: Blast 10 --- 25/Toughness --- Bruised, Staged Costs: Abilities (00) + Combat (00) + Saves (00) + Skills (00) + Feats (00) + Powers (00) - Drawbacks (00) = 0pp

Devin caught sight of the Doctor and walked over to him, smiling at his amusing accent. "Hey, Doc, how's it going'?" He held up his robotic left hand and quickly flicked his index finger up and down a few times, eliciting a horrible metallic scraping sound. "I think maybe there's something wrong with the finger," he said in an understated voice, "but other than that, yeah, no problems. Funny, though, it only does it when moving fast enough."

Lone_star, your IC post indicates you're attacking Super Thug, but your OOC post says you're attacking the woman. Which is it?

The Curator 17 points to spend and a PL increase... so much to do! First off, 7 points go to buying another rank of Gadgets, giving me a total of 10pp to throw around on magical trinkets (woo!) Drop one rank of Attack Focus (melee) and add one rank of Dodge Focus (no PP change). Edit my Connected feat to have (archeologists and art dealers) inside the parenthesis instead of the gibberish that's there now. The Sword of Mercy will gain 1 rank of Strike, with the Penetration Extra, a second rank of Accurate, and the Affects Incorporeal feat (it is magic, after all). This costs me 4pp. Increase the suit's rank of Impervious Protection by 1, costing me 2pp. Add to my morph power "Extra: Duration (continuous)" costing me 1pp. Increase will save by 1, costing me 1pp. Total PP spent: 15 Leaving me 2 extra that I think I'll save up for now. new versions of lines that have been indirectly affected: Attack: +3 base, +5 melee, +9 sword Grapple: +5 Defense: +9 (+4 base +5 other), +2 flat-footed Toughness: +5 (+3 con, +2 Magic Suit) Sword damage DC is now 20 Stun DC is now 15 Done by Sandman XI

"Yeah, sure, that's cool, whatever," Devin said, trying to play off the rejection as no big deal. "Anyway, I'll, uh, see you around school, then. I gotta go meet with the Doc now." Idiot, he thought, ruing his perpetual bad luck with women, shouldn't have pushed it so fast. He'd hoped to meet some nice super-powered girls at Claremont, but so far none had seemed interested in him. Whatever. I've got stuff to do right now anyway. Devin turned to speak with the receptionist, gave her his name, and asked if Dr. Archeville was ready to see him.

Okay, cool. Could someone send me a PM when you're ready for me to join in? I'll try to watch the thread in the meantime and catch up on what's been happening.

"A worthy cause, my friend," Edward said with feeling. As they arrived back to the Museum's front entrance, Edward paused to shake the angel's hand. "It was good to meet you, Heyzel. I'll stop by that church some day, but remember, you're welcome here at my museum any time." As they parted, Edward stopped to think for a moment before heading back to his office. It's time I tried some heroics outside my museum, he decided, Thank you for opening my eyes to that.

Edward nodded seriously, impressed by Heyzel's knowledge, but also picking up on his somber tone. "I must admit I know more about the facts of what happened than the reasons behind them," he said, "though I suppose it's comforting to think there was some meaning or purpose for such atrocities. It's hard sometimes for a man in my sort of profession to remember that these were real people, real deaths, and not just dates and records." He paused to consider the artwork once more, before voicing a question that had been in the back of his mind since not long after meeting this angelic being. "If I may ask, that is, if it's not too rude... what is your purpose?"

Edward somehow felt honored to have this strange being's approval. "Thank you, Heyzel. It's good to know I've got other heroes out there I can count on. And I'd be glad to assist you in anyway I can, especially if you come across anything else that ought to be protected here." He considered for a moment, and decided that the interruption to his coffee break had been worth it. "As long as you're here, would you care to see the rest of the museum? I'm sure this isn't the only artifact we have that you'd be interested in, and I wonder if you could tell me anything about a couple of other supposedly divine relics we've acquired."

Moved by the angel's words, Edward didn't even think to try to maintain his fiction any longer. "I am willing," he said softly, and a little hesitantly, "at least, I think I am." He paused to consider the implications of what he was saying, and then continued, almost as if talking to himself. "I mean, this all started as just a way for me to protect the museum, you know? Someone's got to keep these things out of the wrong hands, and it just made sense for me to be this guardian, this protector of my little domain. But there's more to it, isn't there? Something bigger..." He trailed off, lost in thought.

"Alright," Edward sighed, recognizing that look that told him Hayzel wasn't convinced, "let's head down there, then." He led his guest down several flights of stairs to the sub-basement level where the most dangerous items in the museum's collection were kept in a steel vault. "Normally, you wouldn't be allowed down here," he said as he worked the keypad and various other security mechanisms on the vault door, "but I feel like I can trust you." Edward entered the vault and led the angel past rows of crates and display cases to a mannequin hidden behind several piles of boxes. The faceless plastic body was dressed in a business suit, with a domino mask on its head and winged sandals on its feet. Strapped to its left arm was a large Greek shield, and in its right hand was the Sword of Mercy, which seemed to almost glow in the dimly lit space. "See? I told you it was still in the vault."

"Fascinating!" Edward exclaimed, "are you saying you can confirm that its power is of divine origin? And did you know the one who imbued it?" He calmed down after a moment, though, and realized that there was a chance Heyzel might not approve of the way he'd been using the sword to fight crime. Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, Edward thought. "Anyway, it's, um, still down in, ah, the vault, as far as I know," Edward lied, nervously, "I, uh, haven't taken it out since I last cleaned it, er, a few months ago, I think. I could, um, send someone to check on it, if you like."

Not too much, Raveled. It mostly only matters in this first round or two, when things are getting going. After that, it'll pretty much be "all the heroes" then "all the bad guys". The bad guys have had their turn, so now it's open for the heroes to post. so now, the rounds will look like: GM post / bad guys (just had this) Kid Cthulu Rycon The Curator Aiko Ironclad

Aiko, roll a will save against Despair. DC 14 (would be 18 except you have your mental immunity). Failure makes you shaken, failure by 10 leaves you helpless. Super thug rolled a 14 to hit you, so that's only going to matter if you fail the will save hard enough to be helpless, in which case it'd be a dc 23 toughness save.

(GM) The brute flinched a little as he took Aiko's kick square in the abs. "Hey now, that almost hurt!" he said, in a voice that clearly betrayed a lack of intelligence. "Hey Desperarae, we gots us a live one!" The leather-clad woman drew a pair of long, thin daggers from sheathes on her belt, but rather than attacking physically, she just glared at Aiko. "It's useless, little girl," she said tersely, and Aiko felt the pressure of another mind attacking her own. "Just give up now." The huge man chuckled at that. "Now, let's see how yous takes a hit from da Super Thug!" he said, striking at Aiko's body with a heavy fist.

Devin followed her over to the bench, but stayed standing. "Huh, that's interesting," he said. Bet that's not all she can do, though. He smiled at her, and kept talking. "It's cool being around other people with powers, though, huh? I mean, at Claremont. Makes me feel like less of a weirdo, you know?" He took a moment to steel himself, thinking, Hey, she's cute, she's a super like you, just go for it, man. "Say, we should eat, um, lunch together, sometime. Like, at school? You eat in the cafeteria, right?" Gah, you idiot, of course she eats in the cafeteria. Way to sound like a loser.

"Why, thank you," Edward responded as he led them through an 'Employees Only' door and through the hallways to his office. "Of course there's danger, but that's why we've got security systems. And Daedalus helps out sometimes with researching or guarding the more dangerous items." His voice dropped into a quieter, almost conspiratorial tone, "To tell you the truth, a lot of the displays are actually faked. Most of the stuff with real power is kept down in the vault." They arrived at his office, and he offered the angelic being a chair. "Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee, perhaps?"