Supercape

GM Epilogue And so Bloody Nora's new life began. Firstly with the help of Revenant (and Nick), back at Lucies flat for a slap up meal, and then slowly, reintegrating into modern life. She was always going to be different. And not just because she had lived nearly a century, if "lived" was the right word. Not just because she was still ignorant of much of modern life. She regained a normal complexion, and no longer looked emaciated, but she was always thin. And her poor mind was always somewhat...ragged. Cunning, but it was never going to be the sharpest tool in the box. However, she had the keenest sense of smell, and retained the ability to sniff out a drop of blood at a thousand yards or more. As well as a knack with meat. She soon found gainful employment in a butchers shop - she was not squeamish, worked hard, and handled knives and carcass perfectly. And, on rare occasion, her nose was put to use by the police service and an even a hero or two, for investigative purposes. Back at the Meat Plant... Steve staggered out, clutching his bleeding his neck. He was sure he was going to die. He felt faint, and dizzy, and soon fell to his knees, leaning against the crumbling brick outer wall of the plant. He felt his life force bleeding out of his neck despite his best efforts to stop the bleeding. He did not look up, but saw a dark figure of a man standing beside him, just the shadowed legs and shoes. "He...lp..." he croaked. "Hmmmm" murmured the figure. "Nora was only the first draft" said the velvet voice, brushing Steves cheek, staining it with Steve's own blood. "And now, Revenant, better. I saw it all. Beautiful. Quite the creature. " "Of course" he added, thoughtfully, bending over Steve encasing him in shadow. "I always like to think my masterpiece was my third effort...." ~Fin~

GM "You driving the hard bargain, missy midnight!" said the Hiatian, deeply unhappy. "Life is so precious too you is it now, that you go round saving all 'dem souls?" "All 'dem miserable souls? In your great cities of great solitude? hahaha! but no life for yourself, really?" He put his face up right close. "Where'd it go? Where'd it go? De Master know! hahaha!" He twirled and laughed again. "I tell you what missy, I meet you in 'de halfway. Thrice I walk, but only if no souls be heading down to below, as you so keen on de savin and de wotnot. For me, no walking from 'dat. "

GM Shank looked crestfallen. His head shifted between Synth and Catalyst, unsure which one of the two women he distrusted more. It was clear they weren't going to let him go. And he wasn't going to be able to call a lawyer. He doubted the police would be much help. They would probably land him in worse trouble. "Look, I just got to make a living alright?" he pleaded. "It's tough out there on the streets. You broads..I mean...ladies, you don't know what it's like...." He gave what was actually quite a convincing cough. The man did sound like he had some nasty chest infection. "So yeah, there are some guys, snooping around, they been picking us off, one by one. Would have picked me off too, but I got to selling my services to them, such as they are. Tipping them off, so to speak. Their ear to the street, if you catch my drift..."

GM Voyeur Royer shrugged slightly. He didn't seem that interested in Kristen's friend, and kept his eyes (and the eyes of his paying viewers) on Kristen herself, the youtube girl. "I guess so" he said without a great deal of enthusiasm "heard some stuff about drugs and stuff, smuggling, maybe..." he trailed off. "Maybe our little star lady here can give us a demonstration of all that trouble she caused? careful, now!" he laughed "not on me, of course" he smiled, actually quite a genuine smile, at Kristen "you could sort out this mess, be the next superhero of Freedom City!" he said. Jack Jackson gave a snorting laugh, but took another picture anyhow. Two passers buy who had stopped to take a look (and a snap) of Royer gave a hoot and a clap at his suggestion to Kristen.

GM "Hah" laughed the Hiatian. "I knows betters than that..." he smiled with his normal grin. "You see's I might talks or walks my sweet way out of that, but you" he continued, pointing another impossibly long bony finger at Revenant "has no such luxuries, have you, my little night-queen?" He was acting as if he was actually enjoying this. But then again, he had probably entered into hard negotiations with all manner of twisted and cunning spirits. "Seems to me, I gots the upper hands!" he laughed, raising his hands and shaking them jazz-style. "So, lets say I breaks that enchantments I laid down on you. Lets just say I doos jess' that. Then how's about I walks three times with none's of yer interferin?"

GM "Wha...Wha..." spluttered Bishop Innocente, before gabbling a whole strong of Italian out - not directed at her, or maybe even at himself, but ending in a Latin phrase and a crusifix motion. "Heavens! you look so like her!" he proclaimed, before shaking his head. "Deceit! Deceit! All around! Who can Innocente trust! Nobody! that's who!" he said, fingering the heavy cursifix around his neck and running his fingers through his hair nervously. "Who hired you? the Inquisition?" he demanded, with a look of dread on his face "too subtle for them...but still. A blackmailer? I will deny everything. EVERYTHING, you understand!" He sat down, his head in his hands. "Oh my poor Ms. Wheatley, what have they done to you? what are they doing to you?" he moaned. "Yes, yes...rescue her! the Inquisition! perhaps..." he stood up and took 'Ms. Wheatley' by the shoulders. "One slender possibility presents itself! the Spanish ship, Galicia...it is docked at Deptford. Oh, I know it is under suspicion. But yes, Innocente knows the Inquisition operate out of it. Merchant vessel, hah, damned! a secret deck, underneath all others! yes, I saw the plans, I still have some wits about me!"

Good enough for me!

Jake turned to run, but the large man faced Synth. She had run right around Station 66 to cut him off. Nobody could run that fast! He took a swing at her, but she moved with impossible speed, caught his arm and brought him to his knees with a flick of her wrist despite being half his size. She was clearly a lot stronger than she looked. And she looked pretty strong. "Please, let me go!" mumbled Shank, caught between the two women. "What were you doing here?" demanded Synth, angry but in control "haven't had enough of persecuting Jake or anybody else?" she asked. "No...no...just...looking...." he mumbled. Synth gave Catalyst and shrugged helplessly. "I...don't know what to do..." she said pathetically. "I don't fully understand this concept of lying...but I know he might be doing it..." she just hung there, holding firmly onto Shank's hand. "What do I do now?"

Good stuff. OK well its a powerful poison. Enough to kill the average human (especially if their immune system were depressed or they where malnourished). There is something else: it would also act as a powerful biological stimulant... so it would both kill an organism technically (and quickly) but powerfully stimulate its growth afterwards. She can also detect some hypnotic and painkiller pharmaceuticals in the concoction, but these are of lesser importance.

OK: Pop Culture Current Events Voyeur doesn't shift from being indifferent. He will answer questions but isn't going to be particularly helpful (to you at least). Just socially normal - for him! NB: Scuffles, please note above, Glow knows the same about Steve Diamond.

Ok, just for a bit of structure! Relevant rolls / Actions: Knowledge [Popular Culture] For knowing about Rick Royer and Steve Diamond. You know of them but higher DC rolls will let you know more detail. This does not need to be trained (if untrained no result higher than 15). Knowledge [Current Events] for knowing about the illegal immegrant problems, again does not have to be untrained. You can make some Gather Information or Knowledge [streetwise] Checks asking around the docks. Or, use diplomacy on ROyer (or if you are desperate, Jack, but he is less friendly) for information. Or, if you are really flash, try to bluff your way into an audience with Steve Diamond (for whatever purpose!) DC 20 for that however.

GM The gangster, at this point, seemed to dissolve, or fade, turning into dust, or gas... it was hard to describe in this strange realm. He just became less real... like he was asleep, or in a trance, drifting back to his door. The Hiatian turned to address Revenant, concern crossing his vexed face. "Now 'den Now 'den" he said, tapping his chin with a finger that looked impossibly long. It seemed that in this realm, even one's physical form could change. "'Dis is a dilemna. You see, De Boss Man 'ere, 'e paid me good, not in money, but in souls, and 'dat is worth some of consideration. And 'den, if we just goes back to our bodies, all likewise and properlike, 'den we back to square one. You tied up, de Boss Man dead, and you and me both facin' some nasty bullets. What to do 'den. I no fancy de bullets. I am not made of de dead flesh like you. And 'den, you being all bound in de chains, only a matter of time before 'dey work out what to do with you. 'dats if I don't tell em first for 'de saving of me own skin, keep me walkin!" He laughed a toothy grin at Revenant at the last statement. "I no interest in banishing 'im to no worlds. I am interested in de going on of 'de livin!"

GM "What? What are you doing here?" The man turning round was in his late thirties, probably. He was somewhat overweight, looking like a spotty fat kid who had grown up to be a less spotty but fat accountant but still a kid. A nerd. He was wearing unstylish clothes - trainers, joggers, a slightly two tight t shirt that looked like it had some role playing game logo on it, and rode up slightly over his belly. To cap it off, he was wearing some knock off cape and hood that looked like it had been bought from a LARP store. But what he was fingering, around his neck, was quite different. It looked like a medallion, forged of intertwined gold and bone, and had the face of a raging bull. Its chained looped twice around the man's neck. "Get out! Get out! They all laughed at me! See how they laugh at me now! With the Invincible Amulet of Invicibility" he cackled.

And its about time for... Fort Save vs Heat! DC 11!

"Pleased to meet you, Monsieur ze eye of ze Justice!" said Rene with a little bow, doffing his beret slightly. "And what a splendid ze eye it is!" he added enthusiastically. "So red!, why, you would make a most handsome portrait! so penetrating!" "And tell me Monsieur" he continued, in slightly more subdued tones "can you shed any of that magnificent light on Madame Zero and what she was doing? we had come to suspect it was to do with her, how shall we say, her particular family circumstances...but I, for one, would like to know for sure. And if possible, ensure that no harm has befallen the family in question. "

You notice some footmarks and scuffles around a trapdoor leading to inside the arc de triumph. Feel free to embelish.

Roo, from your description IC, you are welcome to burn an HP and get a point of equipment feat to get something like leather jacket (+1 toughness), and flash goggles, which suits that description (and provides a little compensation for not walking around in your device). THis is entirely up to you, just a suggestion, and of course you can spend those 5 EP on clothing / equipment at your discretion (within the bounds of being reasonable!).

"Found anything?" asked Synth, stepping outside to watch Catalyst at work. She was studying the building herself, finding the whole wretched condition of the station horrible. The thought that some people had to scratch out a home sleeping there was almost to much to bear. She scratched her head. She still had a lot to learn. "Sheltered upbringing" was the understatement of the year. But she couldn't help feeling that things had to be better than this for humanity. "What's that?" she asked at Catalysts discovery. One of the few thing's she did know was some biomedical sciences. "Syringe gun? looks out of place here, I've seen that before...well not that model, but similar. I imagine its good quality. Surprised it hasn't been scavanged..." Catalyst was heard the sound of some dislodged tins being kicked over accidentally. Turning around, she saw the culprit - a hobo, peeking out around the corner of Station 66, was spying on them. She even recognised him... Shank, the bully from the Soup Kitchen who had victimised poor Jake.

GM Later, at the Wilde Hotel... *Knock Knock* The Bishop Innocente burst in, alone, in full ceremonial garb. He looked flustered. "Ms. Wheatley, Ms. Wheatley" he said in a garbled tone, before grabbing her and clutching her to his bosom. "How I feared for you, feared for you mortal soul...I know our love is forbidden by the church. But our my love and desire for you was not to be denied! Oh Ms. Wheatley! I feared the Inquisition had taken you! Spirited you away, to keep you from my arms! Oh how I have wished it was not so, and now, to find your womanly form once again clutched to my chest...!" "Oh! Ms. Wheatley!" he sighed, clutching her head once again straight into his chest.

OK, having considered this I dont think a handwritten note really requires a hero point or expertise. At most I would call it a straight INT check, but unless you are going to produce something that you wish to stand up to proper forensic analysis, I am going to say that with enough time you can do something reasonably effective. EDIT # Incidentally I took a few liberties with the Bishops actions, if you actively resist his clutches, let me know and I will edit.

(GM) Jack Jackson just laughed "had much experience in the business honey?" he replied. "This little baby here" he said, pointing at his enormous camera "this gets me the story. Being a jerk, that just goes with territory. Call it an optional extra" he smiled, and took a few quick shots of Kristen, Royer, and Subito. "Yeah, it's happening here too, mainly Mexicans, but Cubans too, and a few others from south America, where the corruption and crime gets to hot, and the money to little" sighed Rich. "We got our problems, and we got a little caring sister here, folks!" he said to nobody in particular. Of course, in practice, he was saying it to audience of possibly millions, who followed his live broadcast direct from his brain. He gave Kristen a wink. "And sounds like you got the power to do something about it, if what this jackass..." he hefted a thumb at Jackson "says is true? you that kid from youtube? well, you could take a good look at what's happening out there..." he hefted a finger out to sea "...if you were concerned. Cause it sure makes this..." he hefted the finger back to himself "guy sick as a dog!"

Catalyst finds all sorts of junk, but perhaps most interestingly, a discarded syringe-gun loaded with some kind of chemical. Post that IC and also throw me a notice roll here.

Could you throw me a notice roll? -2 penalty for dim light.

GM Later, at the Arc de Triumph... It was cold at the top of the monument, and it had been difficult to reach. The sun was but a glow on the horizon, and the light was poor. Something was creepy about the location - more creepy than the King of Suits would have expected. Yes, something supernaturally creepy. Was it the whispering wind? something creaking? or just a dread feeling that pervaded the atmosphere?

GM "Dont be foolish the idiot!" yelled the Russian, over the smoke and flames. He was petrified that the hero was going to make a jump for it over the flames and consign them both to a fiery doom. He looked around, adrenaline sharpening his vision. "Look, look!" he yelled "Yes, Yes! the Fire Barrel shootings the foam!" he said excitedly. Omen's new ally pointed just a few metres down the hall, where a fire extinguisher lay clamped to the wall, to all examination in full working over. With a few strides, the Russian leaned over and tore it from the wall, thrusting it into Omen's hand. "You use, yes? Not so the burning!"