Supercape

GM The kick hit, despite the frightening speed and skill of Mr Silk. It connected with the very tip of his chin, but his head barely moved; a neck loaded with powerful muscles prevented the skull from shifting. His eyes narrowed slightly - newfound respect? newfound determination. He bent his knees, going into a crazy buddha pose... "Your Kung Fu really is pathetic. No match for my Drunken Buddha pose!" he declared, before spinning in an opposite direction, and punching Raven right in the gut!

Which means, after Tiff saves, its Tsnuami! She is out of melee.

Back to Mr. Silk This time he will try a fast acrobatic bluff: Getting 14 which will not get anywhere. Although his Punch hets 27 which is a hit - and a DC 21 Tough Save

Yeah a 30 hits! (his Defence is +16!) 25 for his toughness (he gets lucky this time too!) so shakes it off. Post IC then ill do his retaliation!

GM Mr Silk leaned away, his reflexes sharp as a snake. His head movement was minimal; precisely enough to let the Raven's claw pass his cheek by an inch - no more, no less. His movement was almost contempuous. "I was dodging blowpipe darts and shuriken every day by the time I was ten," he scoffed. "It will take more than your little toys to scratch me." He shuffled forward. "I was beating street thugs twice your size by the time I was half your size. Their skulls popping like watermelons under my fists. I could gouge out eyes and break spines with ease. The streets were littered with the dead and those that merely wished they were dead. Hospitals were filled with the maimed. Kung Fu masters, proud of their skill, no longer dared to train me." He spun round and unleased a fast, powerful, and precisely accurate kick at Madame Raven. "I dream of the day someone provides me with any challenge..."

Awesome! So we are in Round 2 Round 1 33 - Madame Raven - Bruised - 3 HP 30 - Mr Silk - Unharmed 20 - Tsunami - Unharmed - 3 HP @Tiffany Kortais up! @Thevshiseeing as Tsunami is walking in on a fight, feel free to use Ravens rep chart and knowledge rolls to recognise Raven!

GM "Assistance? Yes... I need to ask you for assistance..." mumbled Dr North, pressing his fingers to his temples as if in pain. "Could... maybe... yes... could I have an asprin? I am feeling rather hot..." he said, tugging at his shirt. Sweat rolled down his skin. He looked hot, that was for sure. "Yes, an asprin. Maybe that was what I was supposed to ask you for. Although... my purpose? my purpose was something else... now what was it?" He shook his head. "Do I fool you? was that it?" he asked Predator. "Yes, do I fool you?"

Great thanks Thevshi So that will Miss the King Fu Expert Mr Silk, who will use Move action: Startle Feint - Getting 24 And then a +2 Power attack roll - Getting 18 which will miss unless the feint is successful. If it does hit, DC 23 Tough Save

Starshot With a flick of a metal thumb from his metal hand, Starshot took the pin out of the Gas Grenade. "We want you!" he said from the shadows, and lobbed the grenade into the centre of the cultists. The impact caused it to split, and propel its chemical gas iaround the cave. It was a light green colour, barely noticeable to the eye, but it would bring out the eyes and skin of most creature into a stinging opera. Wasting no time, Starshot dropped to the ground, his Plasma Rifle in his other hand, ready to fire...

Lobbing a gas grenade! Nauseate 5, Cloud Area effect (Fort Save) Pretty mild opener, but lets see what they are made of As a move action, he will drop to the ground (he has prone fighting so that means no penalties, and a bit of ranged protection )

Haven "Dutch courage?" asked Haven, sweeping his hand accross the various drinks and raising an eyebrow at the Lion. Yes indeed. Someone likes a certain book, or perhaps the film adaptation, quite a lot. A woodman without a heart, a Lion without courage. But I dont recall a bar in the book. Haven studied the glasses - what filenames? Perhaps some kind of virus, or bug, that would distort the imbiber? "I'm looking for a white list..." he started, studying the Lion carefully. "Would you happen to know anything about it?"

Round 1 33 - Madame Raven - Unharmed - 3 HP 30 - Mr Silk - Unharmed

GM Madame Raven's cape was super - quite the super cape. It felled the aide in one swoop, knocking his feet from the concrete floor, and letting his head smack into that same floor with a resounding thud. The aide was completely knocked out. Mr Silk shuffled his feet slightly. Madame Ravan could tell it was the preparation for an attack; a martial art stance. Kung Fu - but what style. Mr Silk raised his fists in a classic pose. What was this? He had the classic training, for sure, but also those hands were not limited to ancient dance like kata, but they were hands that were used to dirty street fighting, too. And he was about to pounce...

The Aide falls! Tough 13 Could we have initiative rolls please, @Tiffany Korta and @Thevshi? 30 for Mr Silk Tsunami will "enter" on round 2

GM Dr North was clearly discombulated; restless, agitated, his fingers writhing awkardly and independently, his neck muscles dancing a tango under his skin. His facial expressions seemed mercurial one moment, stony the next. "No coffee... no coffee... doesn't agree with me," he said, althuogh one might have assumed that he had consumed his own body weight (twice over) in espresso. "I am Dr North..." he explained, sweating. "Yes, I am Dr North. Director of the World Exotic Science Taskforce. There is... science. Yes. Exotic Science... do you mind if I sit down?" Dr North say down, and then, unable to contain himself, got up immediately, wiping his sweat from his brow. "You are... Predator?"

GM The guards were alert, but Tsunami was as silent as a still lake. Once, twice, the guards looked her way, but she was always in shadows, or behind machinery. They didn't spot her. Not even suspicious. When Tsnunami reached the trap door, she could see a lock on it. A picked lock. Either someone had been very careless, or someone else was trying to get to Mr Silk. But who? An enemy of Mr Silk? Dr Sin, or one of his numerous agents? Opening the Trapdoor, Tsnuami could see stairs leading down, some raw blazing lightbulbs, and the sound of violence! ~ Continued in Hong Kong Hair ~

Im am guessing Tsunami takes 10 on stealth? 19 on their notice roll, so we can assume you make it. It is now time to merge with Hong Kong Hair

OOC for this

Monday 5th March, 2024 Freedom City Inside the Laboratory of Predator It was a day of no particular character. Temperature average, sunlight average, normal mix of mediocre impact news. The sun had risen, the clocks were ticking. It was mid morning. But Predators day was about to get real interesting. A knock on the door. the Camera's swivelled to scan the knocker. A man in his fifties, thick glasses, thick brown moustache, sweating (despite a tepid heat to the day), nervous, jittery. Wearing a courdrouy jacket and green turtleneck. Not colour coordinated, at all. But Predator reconised him. Dr Norris North! The head of WEST, the world exotic science taskforce, set up after various global calamaties to investigate and if necessary contain any science that might get out of hand. Dimensional, spatial, temporal distortions. Strange energies. Mutated viruses. They functioned under the auspices of the united nations, somewhat like the world health organisation, except with less funding. "Please! Let me in!" mumbled Doctor North into the speaker.

Haven A seedy bar? That would do. Seedy things happen in seedy bars, and sometimes useful things to. For a moment, Haven allowed himself the luxury of lamentation. He would no longer feel the joy of drunkedness, no longer enjoy the taste of rich food. He couldn't smell - it was that loss that he missed most deeply about his fleshly existence. True, his libido was no more than a shadow, but somehow that - it didn't matter so much. It was smell, that was the thing. He took a virtual breath in, a virtual breath out. Such tragedy distracted him, and would serve no purpose if indulged (other than dragging him into a quagmire of despair). And so in he went. To cast his eyes around the bar patrons, the bar staff. Perhaps there would be virtual loose tongues who would spill virtual secrets.

Gamma Buzz "Wow! You even sound purple!" said Gamma Buzz. He flipped down to the floor again. "What have you got against ceilings anythehow?" He gave a sidelong glance at the rapidly aging girl - woman. "And what have you got against normal speed aging? I mean, she's growing a year every minute. Or thereabouts..." he added with a wave of his hand. "Something like that anyway. I am sure you understand the complex algerbraic formulations of time and space and all that stuff that I obviously understand and wouldn't bluff about." He pointed a cockroach finger back at the purple man. "Spill the purple beans, purple man! Are you seeking to manipulate the unmanipulatable forces of nature itself?" he asked in a dramatic voice.

I think the Hatchet is 6 EP? Masterplan 2 - is that use Tactics instead of INT? No favoured environment [woods]? If you are min-maxing: Its extremely rare you would be distracted with Survival skill (Its pretty much aways take 10 or 20), whereas Medicine SM is pretty handy if you hit +5 or more (you can do it under fire to remove a stun off an ally). Out of interest the woodsman costume bow array - is that essentially a bow thats is part of his costume (cant be disarmed)?

GM The rooftop had that same look - run down, second rate, crumbling. But again, with a careful look, it was reinforced. A fortress concealed as a shack. What was even more peculiar... Footprints? Up here? There were no guards on the rooftop. All that Tsunami could see was a skylight, one that had been opened recently. Peering through it, should could see an organised textile factory, weaving, cutting, packaging. Machines hummed, and a variety of textile workers scurried at their work. Here, there were a few guards. Not your rent-a-thug cheapskate guards outside, but professional men in black silk suits. And on the factory floor, a trapdoor...

Gamma Buzz "Its time for Gamma Buzz, baby!" yelled Gamma Buzz, punching the air. He did a little cartwheel, a moderate forward flip, and an almighty leap into the air, bringing up his glowing fist. "This time, strange robot creatures, this time my incredible atomic powers will fell you!" He landed right by the nearest strange robot creature and let loose a glowing fist. "Is there no limit to my limitless Gamma powers?" he asked.

Free action: Activate Radioactive Aura Move action: Jump to nearest mean robot Standard action: Punch 25 which I guess is a hit DC 23 Tough / Damage DC 15 Fort / Nauseate (although I guess as they are robots...)