Supercape

GM "Death's? What are you talking about???" gabbled Frederick, still clutching his amulet. "This!" he showed Marceau his amulet proudly. "Is the invincible amulet of invincibility!" he roared. "I found it, after much painstaking research, in the museum of antiquities, right here, under everybody's noses!" he laughed, congratulating himself. "Months it took, to get a job as a security guard there. Oh how they laughed at me, Fatty Frederick, they all took me for a fool!!!" he yelled, madness in his eyes. "But I found it! Me, Frederck Klinefelter!" he laughed. "You are trying to trick me, I know it! you want the invincible amulet of invincibility, don't you! come to steal it off Fatty Frederick!" He scrabbled to his feet, fear and arrogance shining in his eyes. "Now, let me show you the invincible power of the invincible power of invincibility!" he laughed, squaring off to the King of Suits as the amulet began to glow a horrible green colour...

What...shrunken??? Due to a mixture of inexperience and her own shape shanging powers, Synth was not as taken back as one might have expected. Even so, she stared at her hands for a few minutes, then the donuts, and then the distorted world around her. She took a few strides towards the TV. "How dare you do this? Mass Murder? for what?" she demanded, adrenaline and anger coursing through her. Despite her anger, she felt in control, she experienced emotions just like humans, but somehow her brain was good at integrating them, rather than being overcome by them, "For some toys?" she continued, pointing around her "what could possibly motivate you to do such a thing?"

Variable POwer Configuration: 1 PP: Extended Smell (Large Nose!) 1 PP: Extended Hearing (Large Ears!) 8 PP free.

Synth flashed back a smile. "Synth" she replied evenly, by way of response. "I can't place it, but there I can smell something in there..." she pointed to the building "...and that's where we need to be..." She took Starlight briefly by the elbow and then ran, lithely into the building, sniffing as she did. She could smell it...whatever it was, but had no idea where it was. That would need a careful search, or a stroke of luck catching something. "Good to have your light along..." she added. Her face, perfectly carved and beautiful by any standards (albeit hidden by a scruffy set of clothes) started distorting, her nose swelling and broadening, and her ears growing too, both to over double their normal size. "Better chance of spotting something like this" said the monstrous face infront of Starlight. "Don't ask..." she said in anticipation of Starlight's questioning, holding up a hand and pricking her ears and nose.

GM A few casual workers, and indeed a few passers by looked around at the yell, but shrugged their shoulders or ignored it. One man spun round at the call. He was a short, athletic man, with a mop of unruly black hair and an unshaven face which had a certain handsomeness laced with its grizzled granite look. He was dressed in jeans, a t shirt and a thick coat, and was smoking a cigarette as he tied up one of the moored super-yachts to the dock. "That's me, who's asking?" he replied back, suspiciously, eyeing up the two young heroes. "Yeah, who's asking???" echoed the voice of Jack Jackson, who had caught the yell with his astute ears and spun his Camera round to take another shot of his quarry.

"Dr. Savong?" said Supercape spinning around as the girl woke up. "Dr. Savong? who is he?" he snapped back, anxiously. When the girl lapped back into unconsciousness, he took her by the shoulders asking her again - but it was no good. At least she is still alive... he noted, glancing up at the vital signs monitors above her bed. "It's a lead..." he said to the others "we need to find this Dr. Savong, and fast..." he looked back at the girl "...or...I don't know what will happen..." his voice trailed off. "This calls for a phone directory!"

(GM) The heat was indeed rising, as was the smoke and flames. Even the air seemed to choke and constrict the lungs. The flames died under Omen's aim, and his boot soon finished the task, kicking a path to the woman, who was only a few steps from unconsciousness. "Help...me..." she whispered. As Omen bent down beside her he could see she had broken her leg - badly - from a falling masonry. It looked burnt too. But the impossible angle in which it bent at the fibula / tibula region was the give away. There was some blood, but it didn't look like she was bleeding out. "Woman leg broken, I see it from War" nodded the Russian, examining her. "No goods the helping, time to cut the losses and the leaving..." he said, tugging on the handcuffs.

Fort Save for Russian: 1d20+4=15

"Do we have any choice?" replied Supercape "I'm not sure we have any real idea what is going on...only where it is. And we need to investigate it. Disturbing those men may be dangerous. For them, perhaps, but they may also be serving some benign function, as unlikely as it sounds. " He cracked his knuckles. "We need to know what's happening. The only danger I can see is being overcome by the same force that has overtaken those men. And I don't know, yet, how we can counter that threat..." He pondered the matter for a moment. "I could try this however...radio static!" He hadn't tried this before, but the principle was easy enough. It was just hard work. He frowned with concentrated effort. It just needed a self-perpetuating degrading of some key atoms, locked in a entropic loop... His mouth moved and he mumbled to himself, not keeping his thoughts confined to his head. The equations were not easy, but by shifting a few states, he achieved it, flooding the area with the radio wave frequency of white noise. "Bingo!" he said, smiling, wiping a bead of sweat of his forehead.

"Ze claret, is rather good, non?" replied Rene, throwing some more of the wine into his mouth. "Ze book there, it has all sorts of references to this...third creature. He even calls it "Ze third lady" at some points" he explained, alternatively eating and drinking. "SO, it seems to me that there is more to your story than once we supposed. Nora the first, you the second, and now..." he pointed at the book and shrugged. "If you wish to unfold ze mystery, I suggest tracking down Ze third lady may be worthwhile. The only name I that is references is Kollwitz - a German name. That is a start, perhaps. It alludes to Kollwitz being very rich, at least initially....perhaps that is enough to start looking into the matter. I am afraid I have no expertise in this modern world's investigations of such matters. I understand they use this thing called ze Internet these days..."

GM That didn't help the Inquisition much however... "What was that?" said one, reaching for a crossbow. The others looked at each other. "We are betrayed!" cursed one, shaking his fist at the upper levels. "Nothing there..." finished yet another, peering at the empty doorway. "But I heard the lock snap..." "Arm yourselves, Bretheren, there is devilry afoot!" mumbled one more, as he sidled to a desk and picked up a variety of weapons - crossbow, knive, some caltrops, and grenades. His fellows followed suit, all making crucifix motions and looking nervously at the door...

It would be an excellent time to poke TT about that, yes! *Ahem* Anyway, I really can't find a suitable archetype for Inquisition / Vatican Super Agents so I am going to wing it (below doesnt account for misc stuff like skill in theology). Spoiler if you want to keep it fresh! This doesn't include the various equipment they have stuffed around the current location. Initiative: 1d20+5=15 So, their action will be to arm themselves!

Welcome back Quote! Very busy here with a couple of clustered family birthdays, babysitting duties, and a rotten cold. Posting minimal for a bit.

Setting Synth up as taking a job serving. Hope that's ok let me know if otherwise will edit.

Well, it kept a bit of change in her pocket. And she got to see the grand unveiling. But otherwise the job had little going for it. Serving donuts, pop and hot drinks to the masses. And wearing some generic Green t shirt with the toy company name on. Still it suited Synth. She had money and even she needed a little to get by. A few days temporary work was up her street, and the pay was cash in hand and not unreasonable. "Yes sit enjoy the show!" she said for the umpteenth time to the umpteenth customer.

"Ah yes, Monsieur Nick...If it comes to death, he is your man" agreed Rene, tucking into his Kidneys. "Bloody good food here, as the British would say" he mumbled, with a wink. Indeed, the kidneys did have a certain red colour. "Now then" he continued, pushing a dog eared book Revenants way. "Take a look at this..." The Book was called "Modern Mysteries of the Magic" it looked like complete hogwash, a pulp cover in garish colours of a classic sorcerer sacrificing a scantily clad woman. It looked rubbish. The author was a Mr. Arthur Arcanus. "Now now, I know what you are thinking. Tat. And, I admit, the cover art is not much to sing about, but this is actually a very rare book. Nobody knows who Arthur Arcanus was, he was thought to be mad, but he published this one, exceptionally rare book, complete drivel, badly written. Full of editorial influence that scrambles his writings..." "All of which, if one can penetrate through his insanity and the editorial changes, happen to be completely accurate!. Of course nobody recognised it, hardly any copies left now, the author and book lost almost completely". "The man was a genius, a rare psychic with some kind of ability to pierce through reality itself. Anyway, page 78, I came across a reference to some "Vampire-witch that walked in the midday sun" in Alaska "The third stroke of the master" after "two others in decades past". He raised an eyebrow "ring any bells?"

I could throw in Synth at a nice even Pl10

Later, at the Aliments Avenir... Monsieur Verdoux seemed pleased enough to see Revenant once more and gave her and Rene and side table, somehow once again managing to squeeze two favoured customers into the packed restaurant. "your dress is in ze post" lied Rene before swiftly moving on "my this wine is splendid! almost as splendid as you my dear!" He took of his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, declining the offer of bread from the waitress and ordering a starter of sautéed kidneys followed by plaice and truffles, lightly spiced. "So..." he began, "any insight into ze business with Nora?"

Editted post accordingly, but they would still hear that! Initiative roll!

GM "Of course Madam!" replied Innocente, proudly and with a little indignation. "I am armed with my faith in the one true God!" he proclaimed, holding his crucifix infront of him like a shield. "It is my sword and my shield!" "Bloody useless, then.." said Trowell, with a sneer "about as much use as a woman driver. No offence, miss" he said, with a polite bow at Young Brittania. "And I am afraid I don't go around carrying firearms. I employ people for that. I am a gentleman. I don't get my hands dirty. I pay other people to get their hand's dirty..." As the door lock snapped in twain, to the astonishment of both Innocente and Trowell, who took cover behind the heroine (despite Innocente's proclamation of divine protection), Young Brittania got a look at a secret, Iron Walled operation deck, open planned. A quick glance in showed that there were at least 6 agents, in dark monk's robes, working there, with weapons of various types. Whilst they could not see the three intruders, they could certainly hear the Iron lock snapping and the door opening...

OOC thread for this Revenants Origin Story, following on from Bloody Nora.

2nd January 2012 "Extraordinary!" Rene stroked his chin, contemplating the words in the obscure tome in front of him. It was hardly his business of course, but the business with Revenant and Nora had always niggled at his sensibilities for some reason. He had actually popped into the butchers that Nora worked in - not that she was aware of his part in the business of course (or was she? perhaps she was slyer than she looked) - just to keep an eye on her. Her mind was rather frazzled, but she was piecing together her life and her humanity by all accounts. And now this, some obscure reference to another oddity that had briefly plagued alaska of all places, and quite recently, only thirty years ago. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he supposed Revenant should at least know. He picked up the phone, and stabbed the number in. He was slightly irritated at the whole matter. "Ah, Madame, it is Rene. How charming to hear your voice. Oui, Oui, happy new year to you, as well. How about you invite me for dinner tonight? I have something to show you..." "Claret will do nicely, thank you", he added, without being asked.

It has four wheels!

Rev is up!

GM The man opening the door was well over six foot tall and looked like he was over half as wide. He wore a suit over a t-shirt and had a face that had "boxer" smashed all over it. His head was shaved and he had a tattoo of some small insect on his neck. "Get lost, missy" he grunted. He had a slight slur. "Mr. Garrod is...in conference" he said by way of explanation, and raised an arm, extending out his finger and pointing back to the road.