Supercape

GM The upper deck had several Spanish merchant sailors milling around. Young Brittania, Innocente, and Trowell had to creep around very quietly, and one occasion stand deathly still and breathe in as a young sailor walked past them in a corridor. It took several minutes, and longer, for the three of them to find the hidden hatch, behind a large wooden box labelled "beware of the tiger" but only stuffed with hay and a mechanical record player giving the occasional growling noise. The hatch itself was of robust Iron, reinforced and locked, and probably barred from the inside. "Probably have some fancy knock or password" said Trowell, pressing his ear to the hatch. "Maybe some nice Latin phrase, but it's pure guesswork... I don't know how we are going to get pass this, invisible or not..."

GM A minute later Catalyst had barely put her foot on the accelerator, with Synth firmly holding Shank in an armlock beside her, when two shambling figures approached the van. They were ragged, even for hobo's. Their clothes looked filthy, shredded, dirty... and so full of holes they would not possibly keep out the biting winter wind. Their skin looked sallow, and the eyes looked hypnotised, like in a trance. They must have been freezing. For all that, they moved fast, and were heading straight for the wheels of the van. "Look out" shouted Synth at Catalyst, needlessly. "That's...that's...Boris..." spluttered Shank, in recognition.

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"There's something...else..." said Synth at nobody at particular. She looked down at the pool of pink goo on the floor, lolling around her and Starlights feet. "Just one of many, it seems. Disposable life forms perhaps, it's revolting..." She shook herself, although it was half a shudder at the thought. "We have to put a stop to this..." she said in a raised voice verging on anger. She looked directly at Starlight. "Come on, there's something else inside. I don't know where, but I can smell it!"

GM "Wha...? Wha....?" The man backed off, stumbled, and tripped over his cape, scrambling away and clutching his amulet. "No! No! You...You Lie! The Invincible Amulet of Invincibility is mine!" he stuttered, looking fearfully at the King of Suits. "How the bullies at school laughed at me! and how they mocked me at work! Fatty Fredrick they called me at the modern magic club!" He couldn't quite to his feet. "They won't laugh at me now! Not now I have the power of the gods!!!" he whimpered. "Don't hit me!!!" he added.

GM "OOOh" "AAAAh" "Some of them go bang-whizz!" "Some of them go whizz-bang!" The crowd lapped up the display. Aside from the spectacular display of lights, the power of Young Brittania's firework display also caused a draining of light from herself and her two (slightly reluctant) colleauges. Their visage faded, as the light leeched out of their form into the fireworks. "Very impressive my dear" said Mr. Trowell. "El Miracle! El Miracle!" said Innocente, clutching his Cruicifix. "Lord be praised!"

Now you know what to spend an extra PP on for your next edit ;)

Well that sounds like a stunt, a very suitable one for a light control array! Concealment 4: (All Visual) [8pp] This ok? Will only conceal YB built like that alternatively you could do Concealment 2: (Normal Sight, Extras: Affects Others, Burst, Selective) [10pp], to selectively cause concealment in everything withing 10 feet of you.

SOunds like it is a stunt of some sort...what exactly are you trying to achieve?

GM The less salubrious parts of the docks were an eye opener of the two young heroes, possibly even dangerous at night. But with a bit of sensible caution on their part, and friendly questioning to the workers, they could get a sense of recent events. "Si, Senor, I have heard of this..." "Bad Biiizneez...Bad Biiizneez...." "Attendez! Attendez! Listen to me!" The upshot of the various rumour mills was that there was a pipeline from mexico. A lot of Mexican Immigrants spoke of El Sierpe, a crime lord in a small northern region of Mexico, who was so unpalatable, that many had taken to running from the ravaged region and had used some route that was run by sea. Nobody quite new how. What was clear that many arrived in bad shape. Real bad. And, more recently, not breathing. This hadn't stopped the pipeline...yet. Perhaps news hadn't filtered through to Mexico, yet. Or perhaps people were just that desperate. Only one person seemed to have survived the rough travails of the pipeline - a man called Diego Cruz. He worked around the docks now, under a different name, they said, and was out for revenge. Apparently he was loitering amongst the rich and famous yachts, maybe the pay was good there... but nobody new much else. Diego would know the most.

Another might month of GMing! But a bit of playing too! Supercape Action at a Distance [22 Posts] Freeks and Geeks [4 Posts] Invisible Horizons [1 Post] Seal of Sedna [5 Posts] Semiotic Drift [6 Posts] Upgraded Protection [4 Posts] [42 Posts total by my count] ?Bonus PP: Vignette Rene Hot and Cold [5 Posts] Paris by Moonlight [12 Posts] Run! The Gauntlet! [1 Post] [18 Post by my count] ?Bonus PP: Vignette Lord Steam Earth Victoriana: Yanks in Tanks [10 Posts] Flat Packed Business [2 Posts] Something Fishy [3 Posts] ?Bonus PP: Vignette [15 Posts by my count] Synth Dawn of the Zobos [10 Posts] Double Pink [4 Posts] [14 Posts by my count] ?Bonus PP: Vignette 3 PP? Hell Q and the Interview 1 PP? Reputations GM Bloody Nora [6 Posts] Dawn of the Zobos [4 Posts] Die and Let Live [2 Posts] Earth Victoriana: Music Hall Mystery [11 Posts] Earth Victoriana: Yanks in Tanks [5 Posts] Flat Packed Business [6 Posts] Good Intentions Boulevard [9 Posts] Maybe Baby [1 Post] Not My Best Side [3 Posts] Paris by Moonlight [12 Posts] Run! The Gauntlet! [4 Posts] To be Free, by the Sea [5 posts] Urban Regeneration [11 Posts] [79 Posts by my counts] If that equates to +39 Posts...SPend 8 to bump SC to 50. Spend 7 to bump Rene to 25, Spend 10 to bump Steam to 25, and spend 11 to Bump Synth to 25, for a total of 36. If I miscounted Priority is in the order I just gave! Additional Ref Bonus to Supercape please Wiki entry for Synth ?Bonus PP to Supercape please. EDIT: Added thread I forgot (to be Free, by the Sea), which shouldnt make any difference but adds some buffer for msicalculation!

GM Bishop Innocente shrugged his shoulders. "The Inquisition, no madam. It is not, in my experience. They talk at you, rather than with you. In some situations, they back up their words with unfortunate metal instruments that significantly improve their powers of persuasion." He was starting to sweat slightly. "And on that note, I would rather not be seen entering the boat. Or indeed be in your presence..." he looked nervously around at the Chinese dockworkers. "Not that the Chinese, heathen swine, have much to do with the glory of the one true God. Filth!" he clutched his crucifix in an attempt to ward them off. "The Spanish Merchants on the top decks, perhaps" he continued "although I have no doubt they are loyal to Church and Spanish state. And are probably more loyal to coin, and no doubt paid well by the Inquisition. Sea Merchants worship gold more than anything else. "

Synth Vignette: 18/08/11 Happy Birthday! North Sweden, Kalla Födelse research institute. “I hope you enjoy this!†said Dr. Nyberg, presenting Synth with a small iced sponge cake, with one solitary candle on it. “Your first birthday! Congratulations!†Synth was surrounded by the research staff, all of them. They numbered just under twenty (their precise numbers had fluctuated slightly, but the core staff were all the same), and they had worked for five years to produce Synth. The top minds of Europe, and in some cases further afield. They broke out into applause and cheers. “Skol!†they toasted one another with various alcoholic beverages, from beer to scotch to aquavit. Many stuck too mineral water or fruit juice. They were hardly a boozy lot, but it was nice to let their hair down and celebrate their work at the same time. Some – many – had grown quite fond of their creation. Or, dare they say it, their child. Nyberg probably would. Synth nodded and took the cake gratefully, a smile on her face as she wished everyone there goodwill and thanks. She had now grown to a tall, athletic woman, and looked fully human – quite beautiful in fact, in a muscular, curvaceous and even flawless way. That very flawlessness was actually the biggest clue to the fact she was not human. Not quite, anyway. “It is tradition†said Nyberg, kindly, patting Synth on the shoulder “to blow out the candle. And when you do, to make a wish!†“A wish?†said Synth rather surprised. “But I don’t know what to wish for?†she asked somewhat perplexed, her brow furrowing. “Well†replied Nyberg with a warm smile. “What do you for hope for? Ah ah ah!†he interjected, raising a finger as Synth started to reply “it is also tradition not to tell anybody your wish as you blow out the candle. If you do, the wish won’t come true!†Synth nodded her understanding. It seemed an unlikely story, but curious as human customs were, she found them entertaining enough – and they had an emotional, ritualistic quality that was attractive. Perhaps too, they served some function, to focus the mind. She closed her eyes, unconsciously, and with pursed lips, gently blew out the candle. She wished, quite simply, to be human. She new it was impossible, of course. She was close. Close enough to be as good as human, but she would never quite technically be human. But she felt human. And she wanted to experience life and live as a human. A good human. A noble human. She gave Nyberg a smile. “I wished for something I’m not hoping for. It can’t happen. Or maybe it can, in a way. But it felt important. I can’t explain. I’d like too, but I suppose that’s what this is about isn’t it…a custom…to reflect on, oneself? Even if it is a bit selfish!†she laughed. Nyberg laughed gently with her. “That’s true, that’s true. And, of course, it just helps to hope, you know…it just helps to hope once in a while. That’s how we do things that are deemed impossible. Like you!†“So, now you are one year old, how do you feel?†he inquired, taking a sip of beer. The researchers had decided not to let Synth drink today. Partly because they were not sure of how it would affect her (they suspected not very much). Partly because they were not quite confident enough to deal with a drunken Synth yet, should she get intoxicated. “I feel fine, Doctor. Everything working normally. No change†replied Synth, almost as a reflex, as she helped herself to some cake. She hadn’t had a wide selection of food here. Mainly because she had only be able to eat for two months. But also because her sense of smell was very acute, and the flavours still overpowered here naïve nose. They had chosen a fairly innocuous sponge cake for precisely that reason. “That’s not exactly what I meant†replied Nyberg looking downwards and shuffling his feet. “I mean, inside, in here…†he continued, tapping his cranium. “How do you feel about, well being alive?†“That’s going to take a lot of thought†replied Synth, munching her cake carefully. “Grateful? I guess? Everything seems…so new. Exciting? I feel like I want to know everything, do everything…change the world, give something back?†she avoided Nybergs gaze as she spoke the last words. “Forgive me, I know that sounds foolish. But you ask me how I felt. And that’s how I feel…†“Everything in time†replied Nyberg “patience is a virtue. And one I think you have, even if you are so very young in some ways. But not, I must say, in others. You are, by human standards, an adult now. An adult in body, an adult in mind. You condensed two decades of development into one year, and now we are hear eating a cake with one candle when perhaps it should be twenty! But there will be other cakes, other birthdays. As far as I can see, you won’t age at all. I don’t know when your cells will wear out – if they wear out at all. Who knows what the future holds?†“I shall learn to be patient then, if the years will stretch out ahead beyond counting. But I must fill them properly, doctor. I know that my creation is extraordinary, and valuable to the fields of medicine and science. But I feel I can do more, bring something, well, personally, to the world?†“I’m sure you will, Synth, in time..†smiled Dr. Nyberg, saluting Synth with his glass. “Quite sure!â€

DC 15 is enough for specific information. I will take a leap of faith and presume you are asking about the immigrants! Posting IC

GM "What 'da blazes!" said the leader, spinning around and whipping out his pistol to bear on Revenant. "Of all 'the two timin' double crossin' no-good scumbags...why cant 'da dead just stay dead!" he lamented, before tipping his fedora at the frozen corpse beside him. "Exceptin' yoos, of corse, boss, no offences, like..." he added promptly. He turned his attention back to Revenant. "Well don't think we didn't come prepared for no funny tricks!" he screamed at her, furious. "I'm going to fill you so full of lead you could wear a bamboo cape and be a pencil. And if that don't work, I'll fry ya! Send in the flamethrowers!"

Initiative Time! 5 Armed Thugs plus one Thug Boss type. Should be easy enough but there may be one or two surprises on the way! Using Core Book Archetypes: Thugs and Gang Leader. There Initiative is 11.

For reference Synth configuring Variable Power: 4 PP: Additional Arms 2 (Extras: Continuous) 4 PP: Elongation 4 (50 feet) 2 PP left over.

Synth nodded. "Sounds like you have done this before" she mentioned as she took Shank's arms in a powerful lock with both arms. "This kind of ties me up" she said thoughtfully. A bulge appeared over her baggy sweat shirt on either side, growing quickly. Then, from out of the bottom, two more hands appeared, then arms, and Synth shrugged off her sweat shirt completely, now standing there in just an athletic sports top and with four arms, two of which held Skanks own limbs firmly behind his back. "That's better" she murmured. She turned her head to Catalyst "told you I could lend a hand" she smiled. "Sweet Jeesus!" gasped Shank as he looked over his shoulder "what are you?" "Enough talking, lets move!" said Synth, trying to copy Catalysts more firm manner.

GM "Boss? Boss?" said the goon, prodding Revenant. "What's this, its still that zombie broad! what's going on?" he spun around to the Hiatian, who gave Revenant a dirty look. "It taking time, man..." he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't interfere haha!" he laughed, although Recenant could see he was nervously looking at the goons pistol. "We had a deal...right!!!" he added emphatically, looking directly at Revenant with his eyes burning. "A deal made on our souls...." he whispered, his voice hoarse and trailing off...

He cant even possibly beat that!

GM Later, at Deptford Docks... With Mr. Trowell's directions (admittedly, one wrong turn - well London did look a little different airborne) it did not take long for the unlikely trio to reach the docks of Deptford. They were a busy, and indeed slightly unruly place, especially as the evening was late and the pubs full. The docks were worked by immigrants of all sorts - Chinese, Irish, Dutch, and, yes, even a few Spaniards. It was perfect for the Galicia to dock. It was big, for sure, but not otherwise impressive. Indeed, it actually looked slightly shabby, a little outdated, weatherbeaten, even a bit of disrepair showing, although it worked well enough. Huge steam powered machines powered it, and Iron and wood made its skin. Young Brittania's light drew quite a crowd, mainly Chinese workers. They looked friendly enough, and highly impressed. "What's this?" said their leader, in a grubby but very tall high hat, that ill matched his work clothes. "Don't tell me Chun-Su has made some steam powered jet pack now! he caused enough trouble last year, prob'lee explode in faces!" he said with a raised eyebrow, some caution, and a hefted crowbar, although he didn't look ready to pounce. The others were more curious about exactly how the heroine could fly, but all looked pretty impressed.

GM "Hey hey, lady...no need for that..." pleaded Shank, desperation in his voice. He looked at Synth to help him out. "Look, I'll help ya - Just don't take me to no police. I ain't doin' nothing wrong...technically. Just speakin', you see. Under duress. Yeah, under duress. And its entrapment. Yeah entrapment!" He nodded at himself, giving himself encouragement. "Look, I'll lead you to them. They are camped out right here...that's right!!! they found some base under Station 66, or at least converted what was left of the foundations underneath it. I'll show ya. It's hard to spot. Pretty small, too, but it's where I see them drag them. That's why nobody hangs around Station 66 no more..."

GM The Hiatian spat on his hand and shook Revenant's firmly, giving her a close, scrutinising look with one beady eye. "Dat's settled den! on both of our souls! may our life be drained down below if we tell lie!" he said in all seriousness. "And remember missy midnight...in dis place, what we say, it mean something. It mean something real. We here in the land of 'de souls, and 'de souls will bind us, you dig?" And with that he released her hand, and, unblinking, backed off to his door, the bone's cracking wide open to let him back into his body. "Farewell, missy midnight!" he said, giving a scandalous bow. "I see you in de land of real!" He gave a laugh. "Or is it de land of dreams, and 'dis de land of real?" Back in "'de Land of real'... Everything was as it was. The boss was still a frozen corpse, Revenants tormentor was still poking her with his handgun, and the Hiatian was still there, open eyes and muttering. His chanting took on a different rhythm and calibre, and he clicked his fingers, giving Revenant a wink. All of a sudden, she felt the weights of the chains lift...becoming, to all intents and purposes, normal metal. They still lay on her, but to her strength, she could shake them off like feathers.

GM "Of course madam!" both men replied. Innocente fell to his knees. "What is this?" he asked "Are you my Guardian Angel?" he said, pleading at her with wonder in his eyes and his voice. He held his crucifix tightly with both hands. "You fly like one! Amazing! You must be sent from Heaven to save poor Innocente! Oh! How I have sinned! Yes! Sinned! I beg forgiveness for the sins of the flesh! It was done from love, dear God, Oh Innocente! Innocente!!!" He prostated himself in front of Young Brittania for several uncomfortable seconds during which eyes were casted left and right, not knowing where to look. He then peeked upwards. "What's the plan?" he said in a more straightforward way.

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