Supercape

Y'all should know no skill is useless when I am GMing! Anyway, lets say a day searching. DC 5 Survival check to at least get some water in you! Otherwise (if neither of you make it), its a Fort Save Throw (DC 10) to avoid 1 temp CON damage.

Ok, so there are no good rules (as far as I can see) to reflect searching for a lone horseman, who may (or may not) be rather cunning and using arcane powers to aid his speed and cover! I was going to roughly put this at DC 25 for 1 hour, moving 1 step up progression table for every "5" failed by. Which in this case is 3, making it about 1 day. Which kind of fits narrative-wise. Is this ok for you folks? this will make you a bit sleep deprived and hungry, so thoughts on what to do about that! (note p168 core rule book for Stravation and thirst)...Survival skills anyone?

Search checks please!

GM A little later...outside town.... Proceedings where indeed being conducted at a pace. The twenty odd survivors were being 'temporarily housed' in a basic wards, semi-secure, and the bus that had come to take them away was already parked. The official who met Kritsen and Subito seemed friendly enough. His neat suit was complete with a neat namebadge "Tyrone Smith". He was a middle aged man of broad build, with short hair and a not unattractive face, with a complexion that spoke of mainly African heritage. "Yeah, paperwork came through yesterday. No more appeals, I am afraid. These folk are being shipped back to Mexico tomorrow. Can't say I feel all to good about that, after what they went through, but the law's the law..." He coughed with a touch of embarrassment. "Still, visitors are allowed. Legal and otherwise...just gotta put down your names and sign you in..." he said, producing a clipboard for their signatures.

GM "...I never was much of a con-ver-sationalist..." replied Blueprint, unhappy at Protectron's logic. Indeed, the Robot's words seem to be infecting him with uncertainty and doubt. Although perversely enough, that made him all the more angry. "Well, maybe I won't infect the world, then..." he muttered "...just enough...enough...I guess I can disinfect people too...so there will be women...and...then..." He shook his fist. "Why are you trying to make everything so damn complicated! just trying to make me all confused, and stupid! Like everyone does...Harry Print, had his brain's bashed out, one fight to many...well, I've had a belly full of that talk. This is the day of the Print!" He smacked his fist into his palm. "I got given a second chance. To make sumthin' of myself. Give junior a future. It's my turn to spit at you! I'm done be-in' spat at!"

1d20+4=9

1d20+15=35!

GM Print just laughed at the Robot. "Get sick? Die? hahahaha!" he seemed genuinely amused by the concept. "I don't get sick! I don't die! I don't age, If you cut me, I heal..." he laughed "yes, that's right. Before, I was just some boxer down on his luck, coulda been a contender, all that. Yeah, I had the skills, but I got beat up onec to often, turned my face to this..." he laughed, pointing and his battered profile. "So I got improved...turns out I got some immunity or something, science never was my strength. Bashing people inna face, that was what I was good at. Still, turns out I could get improved real easy, take stuff would kill other people. I was the perfect test subject! hahaha!" "Stronger, faster, I don't stop...now, the last thing I wanted was that serum in the wrong hands. By that, I mean anybodys hands. So I killed the nerd who made it, smashed up all the stuff. Only going to be one Harry Print, I said to myself...hahahaha!" "But then I learned there was going to be a lot more of me, if ya get my meaning. A lot more. Turns out between my DNA, and the serum, I'm like a goddam infection. Like a goddam God...Print is so powerful, he pushes himself into other people..." "And I ain't got anything to fear from getting old, or sick, or hurt. I'm to strong for that. And junior here, well, I reckon he got some of my DNA in 'im, ain't he. So, I'll be generous, lets see what he does with my power. He'll never get old, or sick, or die either!"

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This looks good! I trust this wont play to Iron-Age uber-angst. A few mechanical issues: Darkness Control Array looks off... It looks like a 16 PP Array (to accomodate Obscure 8), with 4 APs, for 20PP, but you could do it other ways, in any case, it looks off as it is... Shadow Form, I guess in an Alternate Form Container (best label it as such). Which is Sustained as default (unless Permanent). You have bought it up to COntinuous, which by my calculations costs 36 PP, not 28 (for a 30 PP container), meaning you have 1 PP Spare in the container (but you fall short 8 PP for buying the container). On that note, Immunity 1 (Suffocation) means Immunity to a particular type of suffocation (the classic one being drowning). As you have a spare PP in this container I suggest pushing it to Immunnity 2 (Suffocation). I would suggest you get some language skills - I presume he speaks German as a native language. Without any other languages not speaking English is probably not a good idea for Role - Playing... Otherwise looks good, but I suspect you will need to shave off some PP somewhere to buy that container.

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Just a note, the Progression (Slow Fade) feat does not apply to status effects like Paralyse or Nauseate (For obvious reasons, 1 PP to make these effects become absolutely crippling). You can increase the length of these effects by adding the more expensive duration modifier (see p17 Ultimate Power), making it concentration duration (if you concentrate, the target gets a new save at 1 minute, 5 minutes, so on as per progression, if you stop concentrating it reverts back to 1 save / round. +1 to roll each successive save), or sustained duration (as above, but you don't need to concentrate - although if you do the cumulative +1 to each save is eliminated). Technically status duration effects can be bought up to Continuous, although these type of powers are highly unlikely to be approved here, unless there is some other limitation (like Mind Control only working on animals, for instance).

Ok, so....! Round 2 26 Siphon - 4 HP - Unhamed 17 Catalyst - 3HP - Unharmed 14 Starlight - 3 HP - Fatigued 13 Finnigan - Bruised 7 Goon - Unharmed NB: Siphon Has Currently Snake Movement Power Siphon is up: By my understanding, both Catalyst and Siphon are outside the casino (and the fight is happening on the second floor). They have a signal to "act" from Starlight however (the flare). Its a bit debatable exactly where they are, but lets say roughly 15 feet up, and they are broadly speaking below the appropriate window (if you guys want to be waiting somewhere else thats fine too).

Hold that thought (and roll!) a bit of dialouge first! Feel free to throw in speculative Intimidate / Bluff / Diplomacy / Sense Motive rolls!

GM The "real" Print was a little startled at Protectron's "Guess". His eyes shifted left then right. "How didja...How...?" he mumbled, angrily. "Never mind, no Robot is going to stop me. You can call me Blueprint from now on. The one and only!" he roared, pausing to laugh heartily. "And let me tell you, ya no-good piece of scrap. No peice-a junk is going to stand between me and the new order, Print-world! Just think...no more wars, no more fightin', no more cruelty! Just everybody a Print! Bah! ya wouldn't understand, and yer can't be part of it, being just a pieca steel. Meybe that's why ya gonna try to stop me, eh? But trash like you probably don't have emotions do ya? Ya wouldn't understand the grit of livin', and livin' in the Fens at that..." Whilst angry, he was full of spit and bile too, and apparently genuine horror at the world.

Yep, it should not have been posted in IC! editting!

Synth nodded back, a few inhumanly quick strides bringing her parallel with Starlight. "You spotted me, didn't you?" she asked the CEO politely. "So much for my caution..." she mused, half to herself "...I hope you understand my discretion. With the shape changing that went on last time, it arouses a degree of caution in all but the most trusting of souls...." They smell the same... she noted for herself, her acute nose picking up characteristic scents. But there was no way of knowing for sure. For know, all she could do was trust, so she kept her ears open and waited for Nikki to speak.

Supercape sighed. "Terminus energy? safe?" he answered cracking his knuckles. "Believe me, I share your intellectual curiosity about the phenomenon..." he continued "...but the consequences, even if we are slightly wrong, could be devastating. What if Omega and an army of drones flew through it one day? there are a thousand scenario's, a million variables. For every outcome that we gain something, there is a disaster scenario married to it..." Perhaps his own exploratory instincts were somewhat sated by his own ability to fold the universe and explore it. He empathised with Ironclad, but did not agree. To add to his point, he flicked a few electons this way and that, creating a radio signal to Ironclad. "And we have no way of corroborating this...things...story. It could easily be a ruse...."

Although its largely academic at this point (Sam wont get thrown in prison), lets see for propserity's sake. throw me a diplomacy roll DC 15 for the cops to drop charges and walk!

Reconfiguring Variable Power (20PP) 1PP: Radius Vision. [Rest unused]

Synth nodded, but crunched her nose. "I'd keep your eyes everywhere" she answered "I can smell something...steel, and humans. Several of them. Smells the same as those men back there..." she explained, thumbing her way behind them. "Seems we haven't cleared the nest yet..." With a moments concentration, a bud appeared on the back of her neck, opening up to reveal another piercing blue eye. "Ill keep my eyes open..." she said.

Synth caught sight of 'Nikki', and overheard the conversation. She sighed a litle, but couldn't help smiling. Turning back to her normal olive skin and white platinum hair, her features distorting slightly before settling on her 'normal' face, she marched up to the desk. "Guess that's me" she said with a smile to the receptionist, taking the pass. She got in the elevator alone, deciding to play it straight. Her attempts at prudence, whilst probably prudent, had been a failure. She may as well go in for the whole superheroine look, like Starlight. She unzipped her bag, and stuffed her outer clothing in, wearing the silver spandex sports gear underneath, complete with a fetching DNA design on the chest. Fitting, she had thought. She had settled on this as her "costume". Whilst it showed a bit of skin, it was modest enough, and more importantly it gave her enough room to grow a few extra limbs without shredding or tearing and leaving her in a far less modest state. She didn't have any concerns about nudity herself, growing up as she did, and not being technically human. But she was acutely aware that human's (at least in this society) did. Shredding her clothes to pieces when changing her shape would be decidedly ill advised... Suitably attired in her somewhat makeshift superhero outfit, she stepped out to meet 'Nikki# and Starlight, slinging her bag (with her street clothes) over her shoulder.

GM "Well now sir..." said the polite gentleman, sticking his fingers in his braces and puffing his chest. His bowler hat was tipped rather too far too one side, presumably fashionably so. "I don't normally be giving out such information. Customer confidentiality and all that yersee..." he started, before winking and patting his nose. "But the gentleman you are re-ferrin' too, well, I had to be askin' myself what seven hells kinda trouble the man git himself into. And I be figgerin', seein' as you and the lady askin so polite-like, and important-like, well, he is a fer-you-jer-tive, must be. So Ah be tellin myself, Danny-boy, fer that is my name, Ah be sayin' to myself 'Danny Boy, you jes' helped a man escape the law, sure as mah name by Dan Daniels' - and so it is, by the way. Anyway, Ah be sayin' to mah-self her=pon seein' you mighty fine folk, Ah be sayin'..." A few minutes later "...And then, he headed down south, straight to the battle lines, Ah swear, why, the hounds of hell got some feedin' on his bones, why, Ah' say to myself..." A few minutes later Directions were eventually given. The man was indeed heading straight to the battle lines. And a reasonable description was giving, perfectly matching that of the robed figure leading the cultists. Tall, thin, with deep cold black eyes, about 40, handsome-like, but a little sallow.

An OOC thread is a very good idea! something like this! Ok Miss the sense motive! Post away IC!

Diplomacy rolls! He will give you info, but may or may not be more or less helpful!