Supercape

On the edge! Protectrons next words are vital!!!! dum dum daaaah!

Supercape A Fool's Errand (3 Posts) Seal of Sedna (1 Post) Lord Steam First and Final Voyage (1 Post) Rene Summoning Shenanigans (1 Post) Synth Double Pink (1 Post) ...For Services Rendered (2 Posts) Starlight's were meant to fly (5 Posts) GM Dawn of the Zobos (3 Posts) Earth Victoriana: Yanks in Tanks (1 Post) Meeting the Master (7 Posts) Nightmare at 200,000 feet (6 Posts) Shock and Flaw (3 Posts) Slave to Time (11 Posts) The Serpent and the Devil (5 Posts) Third Time Sucky (1 Post) To Launch a Thousand Faces! (9 Posts) Under the Bridge (4 Posts) Misc Ref point to go to Supercape. GM posts to push Supercape to highest tier it can get, then distribute how ever is seen fit! Supercapes posts to roll over to Rene.

GM "Everybody's going to remember me!" said Print, wringing his hands. "Everybody! I'm leaving my mark here! can't you see that? Nobody going to forget Harry Print!" he said, with his mouth turned into a scowl. "Healing people?" he asked, more quietly. "I seen all sorts of trouble on the streets. People getting killed, maimed or worse. You gotta fight them, not heal them! that's how I survived..." he mumbled, clearly unsure of his logic. "I ain't lettin' junior go through that, y'hear?" he said, angry once more "I got power now, and Junior, he gonna be tough, and mean, and...and...just like his daddy!" At that moment, Kelly Print, still with swollen eye, appeared at the battered down door, surrounded by Print's. She was holding their baby in her arms. "Harry! Harry! You gotta stop this!" she wailed, as Juniour started crying. She looked at Protectron "Stop him! Don't let him get my baby!" Harry snarled once again. "To think I used to love you, baby! you mothered my child, that's for sure, but you ain't nothing but trash! Junior is mine!"

GM Tyrone paused, and blew through his puffed cheeks. "Well, you didn't hear it from me" he answered "but I have never seen this deportation bill go through so fast. All above board, it seems..." he flicked through his clip board "but I've done this job for more years than I can remember. Not an easy one, I add. Hours are long, its stressful, pay is low..." He caught himself. "Anyway, I have never seen anything like this before. Look, if you want to ask questions, go ahead, but I doubt I can answer them. All I know is that these folks, they got a look of..well dread in their eyes...despair, you know? but they all keep quiet. Dead quiet. " His finger traced a line over some of the paperwork. "The order came from a Mr. Jonathan Cloak. A high up lawyer in the department. Guess you could ask him, but these guys are all as slippery as a fish if you ask me. You ain't got long before these guys are off, mind..."

There may be tanks involved.... ;)

Round 3 26 Siphon - 4 HP - Unhamed 17 Catalyst - 3HP - Unharmed 14 Starlight - 2 HP - Fatigued, Bruised. 13 Finnigan - Bruised 7 Goon - Unharmed Siphon is up! Rav: I miscounted Starlights HP, she should be a 2HP. Huge apologies and I hope you wont bust my balls over that! Also, we forgot to include Starlights Fatigued condition, but lets try and remember this round!

GM The spray hit the enraged mook, slap on the shoulder. He coughed, his eyes watering, but he was too enraged to pay much notice. With a turn of pace, he ran and slammed into Starlight, his eyes burning with fury. Whatever else could be said about Finnigan, he chose his boys well - tough, mean and strong - if on the somewhat dull side. Finnigan meanwhile ducked behind his oak table. "Missed!" he yelled, as he cocked his gun, took careful aim and shot Starlight straight and true. "Don't be thinkin ye can take on Finnigan in a gunfight!" he yelled, pleased with his aim. His smile was wiped clean as the table in front of him exploded, splintered and shattered, destroyed by Starlight's mighty blast!

GM The man in question was a tall man, with an unhandsome face and deep black eyes. He surveyed El Heraldo suspiciously as the youth approached. "What you doin' in this here town, youngster. Stranger's ain't welcome. Strangers ain't welcome at all..." he said, with an unblinking gaze and a menacing tone. After hearing El Heraldo speak, his tone shifted from threatening to gruff. "Listen, lad. I saw the man you speak of. And by the way of him, he'll be fitting in right well in Fang. And by that's, I mean do yourself a favour, and get goin' whilst you still can. Folk round here, they stick to their own kind if you know what I mean. We don't appr'ciate Strangers much, they ain't welcome here..." He shuddered slightly, his eyes darting and his brow furrowed. The man was genuinely scared, although he looked no stranger to the weird. "The Stranger you spoke of, well something about him...it was like he fitted here, amongst us folk. But terrible, more terrible even than we be knowin'..." he said ominously, shaking his head as he looked at the two heroes. The man was concealing something, but his lips were sealed.

Ok Ari, throw me some Notice, Sense Motive and Diplomacy Rolls! If you switch to a more intimidating stance, throw me that too.

For reference: Starlight 3 HP - Bruised Awaiting Roo's post for Catalyst, then I will post Finnigan/Mooks actions.

TK, calling on your GM judgement here: Synth has Morph 2 (Humanoids), but as her power is really based on growing human tissue, it may be not possible for her to mimic the flesh of some alien humanoids (something that is so rare its not really worth a drawback), granted she can change colour, but the tissue itself might be alien. So, depending on your judgement about what the aliens look like: 1. Synth can morph, as the aliens are sufficiently human like. 2. She can't, because, whilst humanoids, Synth cant grow their tissue (a complication). 3. They aren't humanoids in the first place, so Synth can't mimic them (just the way it is!). Ill post according to your judgement.

Good post, TK. Feel free to use that "shaken by horrible magics" as a complication for this thread if you wish (like flummuxing diplomacy rolls as you implied!). This is purely going to be optional on your part, however.

Ok I am inclined to say you have won Print over, kinda-sorta. How does that sound or do you want a punch up? :)

I need a post from Airoo regarding her shootin' prior to posting Finnigan and Mooks.

OK, so its a thick oak table, Ill give it toughness 5 1d20+5=6 Yah...its toast. Ok, So Finnigan, I'm giving him a -2 Attack Penalty due to just being rattled by an exploding table, returning Fire to Starlight 1d20+10=30 Ouch...thats a critical on Starlight, so a 23 Toughness roll please. Mook will also charge Starlight on his turn 1d20+8=27... well its not a critical, but its a DC 18 Toughness save.

Feel free to make a Life Sciences Roll to determine time of death (and you may post accordingly) of Horse... DC 10 DC 15 DC 20 + (Trained only)

GM Young Brittania's energy flows through the horse, inspiring it to jerk slightly, and even flutter, but the creature had passed away, and was dead. For a brief moment, Young Brittania got a sense of horror that was palpable but indefinable. Something terrible and sorcerous had driven the poor creature to death, pushing it beyond its natural capabilities, far beyond, but eating and killing it at the same time. It had probably been dead the last few fathoms, but the horrible power that had driven had denied it even the peace of death until its flesh finally collapsed.

I gotta say, this is looking rather like a diplomatic win! (YOu always end so well!) Throw me in a diplomacy roll!

"Do we have any choice?" answered Synth "A ship of that size, armed to the teeth...it's going to blow a whole in the city. Even if Earth has the technology and arms to fight off that ship, and even if it can mobilise in five minutes...it will wreak havok on the city..." She straightened up. She couldn't see any choice in the matter. "We will have to surrender. And see where that takes us..."

GM Tyrone scratched the back of his head in embarassment, looking away. He was sweating heavily, and despite the heat of the midday, it could not account for all of his perspiration. "Illegal Immigrants" he mumbled "look...I don't make up the law. I just enforce it, and try and give folks a reasonable ride whilst they are being investigated...." He shuffled his feet. "Although, I got confess, these folks had it bad. Can't say I approve of deportation. But, you know, it is a bit odd...the way this thing got signed and sealed. Normally we have lawyers arguing for months, appeals, more appeals... you know the drill. Heck, sometimes I think the system is too stuck up its ass and its all too slow. But, in this case, I don't...this was fast. Too fast..." He drummed his fingers against the clipboard when he collected there signatures, clearly uncomfortable about the whole thing.

Pow! Mook: 1d20+6=24 saves! Finnigan is under cover, but you have precise shot so scratch that, nevertheless, with +10 Defence thats a miss! Post away! Starlight is up again!

GM "Avetti? He is behind this mess?" replied one of the officers, with genuine interest. "We have been after him for months...maybe years...always kept his hands clean. Preferred other people to do his work. Well, I guess he got more than he bargained for this time. A lot more..." There was of course paperwork to be filled, both now, and a lot more in the future. But the Police and subsequently the law were prepared to let Sam go on bail, and he was quickly exonerated from any wrong doing once the elctrical control unit that had been strapped to his neck was presented as evidence and carefully examined. So, for now Voltage and his brother were safe, bar a tedious amount of paperwork and legal wranglings that fortunately the super charged brain of Voltage could whizz through in moments! ~Fin~

that makes Catalyst up!

Your calls! I left that open in the post! You guys can do either!

Synth peered at the craft. "But what is it?" she asked. She was still wrestling with uncertainty about her own feelings towards Nikki. All she knew for sure was that this whole business smelled...bad. A faint twitch of a smile hit her lips. That was an almost human emotion... "This...perception filter...that isn't Earth technology is it?" she asked, although in truth she realised she would not know. There were plenty of super-scientists floating around Freedom City, and the world. "And more importantly, what do we do about it?"