Supercape

Synth easily caught up with Jake, and took a firm grip of his coat. "Take it easy, if there is something that you need to say, then say it..." she said, putting on an honest smile. "What are you doing, hanging around with us?" replied Jake, honestly surprised. He looked at Synth curiously. Pretty lady, in rags, in a soup kitchen? he muttered to himself, making no sound but moving his lips. "I'm ladling out the soup" replied Synth, honestly "and it looks like you could do with some. Here, come back to the kitchen, and don't mind that big guy, he is all mouth..." Synth took Mad Jake back to the Kitchen, and ran into Catalyst as she approached. "Coffee too?" she asked. The homeless, about a dozen of them, were eager for the coffee to wash down their soup with. Perhaps not so keen on the mace, as they made clear. Shank made his normal show of barging in before the others, using his elbows freely. "Dunno much" came one voice "I just know old Karl, he knew the streets like the back of his hand, and one day *poof* he went, leaving all his belongings, that old cart he had. He would never do that!" "Yeah and I saw you help yourself" sneered another. "Calm down, everybody..." said Synth as gently as she could "Has anyone here actually seen anything?" Jake muttered a bit under his breath. Synth held out her hand to Catalyst, as she knew humans did as a greeting. "Thanks for helping, its good to know somebody actually cares about what happens to these poor souls..."

Synth will also use diplomacy on Jake. IN this case, attractive probably applies. 1d20+13=17 Enough to shift him to friendly, at least.

They stay neutral!

diplomacy roll for catalyst with +2 for the coffee!

Rene sat quite still, pondering. "Ze Rats..." he concluded. "Summoned by the beast no doubt. I am afraid my arcane abilities do not include healing" he confessed "at least, not straight away. Given enough time, the right books and instruments, I am sure there is a ritual to counter the infection - although that is not to say it would necessarily be successful..." he added. "Rene, I am sure you can do it" said Marcel "I have books, the Vitae Vicarium, Die Sieben Formen der Körper, Rimozione della morte, yes I know nobody thought a copy of that still existed..." he mumkbled, then coughed up some blood and green phlegm. Rene nodded. "I will try, but it will take a time. A long time. And then, we have Marceau to consider. Is time on our side?"

Let me know if Supercapes Senses pick up anything from the Creature (Analytical, Accurate, Acute - Radio and Detect EM spectrum)

The homeless where busy discussing, and in some case, arguing, what Jakes ramblings meant. Synth watched and tried to reason with a couple of them, with varying responses. "Get out of here 'gal" shouted one, a huge bald man with an equally huge, but very hairy beard. By the two scars over his face it looked like he had seen his share of street fights. "You don't know nothing about the streets!" he said, giving her a push - to the consternation of some others. "Leave her alone, Shank" muttered one "she just trying to help..." He gave Synth another Push, a bit harder this time, keen to make his point by pushing her over. Synth was quite tall, but this man was still double her weight and a several inches taller. This time she caught his arm and held it, showing him her strength. "No need for violence" she said, shoving Shank back. "Let's hear what Jake has to say..." She turned to face Jake. The two men holding him had been momentarily distracted by the altercation between Shank and Synth, and with a desperate shake, he threw them off and backed away, pulling out a small knife. "Let go of me!" he yelled "You'll be sorry when you get caught..." he said "But 'ol Jake's perpared, yes, and I ain't getting caught like the rest of you!" with a manic laugh, he ran off. Synth sighed, and turned to run after Jake. The man may have been crazy and unreliable, but he seemed to know something.

Good enough to lip read! The time is not particularly pressing here, its just some chit chat and argument amongst Jake and the Hobos, so if you do want to high tail it down there, feel free too...

Thats a good question...! Apparently, notice skill covers it. I dont think this is too hard, and I presume you are using binoculars to eliminate range penalty, so DC 15.

Changed (curse you for having two "star" characters! ) In any case that Siphon / Starlight dynamic is for you two to work out! - Irrespective, if Siphon cannot mimic tech powers, have an HP for the difficult terrain he will enter...

Good gracious, what is that! He didn't really enjoy looking at it. At all. The creature's horrible form even permeated into his own uncanny supersenses. It's roar was equally unpleasant. Disgusting as it was, it was also dangerous, quite clearly. He reached into its core with his mind and started dissolving the atomic bonds of the creature, although it was a slippery task at best. The creature was just a mercurial and strange in its molecular structure as it's material form. Supercape decided he would be far happier if the thing dissolved back to primordial goo.

I'll drain toughness. Automatic Hit, DC 24 Fort Save. Move Action: None, well, probably just a little swooping for dramatic effect! As long as I stay out of melee!

It seems Siphon can copy technology powers? If not, that's a Hero Point.

"An excellent point" replied Lord Steam. "They are, as far as we know, extremely rare. And not called meta-humans. Psychics, magicians, mystics, mentalists. These individuals pop up now and again, some of them just charlatans. The most powerful is William Blake, locked up in the tower of London - it seems he can virtually do anything. Raving mad of course, so almost totally useless. We keep him well fed and entertained, and he is at least not malign. " "We have case reports of other individuals, transformed by science, like in your world. Electrified, magnetised, mad invisible. These things happen from time to time, not in an entirely desirable way, it should be added. " "But yes, they are rare, to say the least. On the flip side, we have a huge amount of talented individuals who can construct the most extraordinary machinery. I don't know if you can copy that. Finally, of course, you have Starlight with you, who may wish to lend a hand, so to speak..."

Once again, using take down feat, with a shifted attack of -3 attack and +3 damage. Taking 10 on any minion attack. So, providing an attack roll of 18 hits... DC 23 Toughness save on first minion. If KOd, then DC 23 on second minion. If second minion KO'd, then a fully shifted attack -5 attack, +5 damage, on Lord Brutus... 1d20+6=9 which will miss! IN addition, as a move action, lets try intimidating him! 1d20+5=18 unlikely to work, but hey ho.

"You started it" replied Lord Steam, calmly, as he slightly spun on one heel to meet the charging guards. With a surprising turn of speed, he slipped between the spears and his cane flew left and right like a striking snake. "And it seems, we will finish it!" he added. "Hubris!" he snapped at Lord Brutus "has it permeated your skull yet that your own arrogance and stupidity has defeated you? the battle was lost before it began! You should choose your fights, not let them choose you. And thus it is, your humiliation is complete!"

1d20+15=17 oh lordy, I will burn an HP so I'm not out of the fight before it begins. 1d20+15=23 with reroll, thats actually 33, more than enough.

Supercape, man of inaction... 1d20+0=10

Ok, so KOS is infected, but not symptomatic! He still needs to make a fort save every day. Once two in a row, shrugs off disease (he has made one already)

"I saw it, I saw it I tell you!" One of the men in line for the Soup Kitchen started shouting, having an argument with the other men in line, who treated him with disbelief at best, contempt at worst. "Shut it, Jake!" said one man "last thing we need, spreading your mad stories..." Synth pricked up her ears at the disturbance. What was this?...some kind of problem? She wrapped the blanket around her and hopped off the rusty freight carriage, with a speed and balance that looked unnatural if one observed it - or maybe just very lucky. She was wearing loose jogging clothing, trainers, and some athletic wear underneath. Quite ordinary, practical and scruffy, in complete contrast to the perfectly designed body underneath. If anyone studied her, she looked beautiful despite the vagabond look, completed by a messy scruff of short blond hair without any style whatsoever. Synth really didn't get style. She walked over to the Soup Kitchen Van, nodding to Diedre as she did. The middle aged woman just shrugged her shoulders and raised her eyes to the heavens in despair, but kept dishing out the soup. "Jake, is it, what's the matter?" The men where getting a little rowdy - Jake, a particularly scruffy (and, Synth noted, smelly) middle aged man was ranting about the "kidnappin's", and four other hobo's where trying to restrain him. "Mad Jake, they call 'im" said one of the men "he get's all crazy like...Jake, you shut up now, or I'll floor ya!"

Rats...disease...yes, you geussed it, a plague in more ways than one! Disease 10 (Drain 10, Contagious, Disease Extra's).... Fort Save DC 20 please! Rene didn't get bit, he is safe for now (unless he touches someone infected)... 1d20+8=18 for Marcel, who is Drained of 2 CON and infected...

"We certainly can" replied Rene "but only after you have a shower. I don't think even Marcel will put up with your stench on his sofa..." Rene took a glance over the mattress Marcel had put out for him. It was lumpy and just a little dirty. He sighed. As a master artist, he had a modest fortune in money - he could, and often did live in luxury in many ways, although he was generous and was not extravagant in his lifestyle (although he could afford to be). A lumpy mattress, at his age, was not welcoming. But then again, compared to the rough conditions of the 18th and 19th Centuries... "Well, good night, my friends!" he said, and drifted off to sleep. Next Morning... "Uuurgh...I don't feel well..." moaned Marcel, waking both Rene and Marceau. The man was covered in sweat, and his rough face looked clammy, with broken red blood vessels...

Protectron was really quick on the uptake. "Err..yes..." he said, his jaw somewhat slack from surprise. "You know, Protectron, your powers of analysis and deduction are rather impressive...well, consider me impressed anyway..." Shaking his head oh so slightly to bring himself back to Protectrons question, he continued. "It would be my pleasure to aide you in getting a cape, my golden chum. Very heroic they are, if I do say so myself..." Not going to make it as big as mine, of course... "And yes, you are right. The wave-particle signature of this, well, textile, although I use the term loosely for obvious reason....I can excite it very easily, turning the whole thing into a glowing radioactive weapon. I can't say I am a particularly good fighter, but when you wave this huge thing around, you don't have to be..." Yes, plenty of potential for accidental damage throwing a massive cape white hot with radiation around...he said to himself, acknowledging the unsatisfactory, but still useful, trick. "For your cape, however, we may require something else. To put it technically, what are the parameters of the cape you desire?" Other than looking cool...he mused.

GM "That won't take long..." replied Mr. Trowell, sadly. "I'm not a Catholic. Even if I was, wouldn't admit it. DOesn't go down to well with the powers that be in the Empire. He is Italian, I know that much, although I imagine you could guess that. Fairly high up in the Vatican Heirachy too. Ms., Whatley didn't say much about him, as you can..imagine. He turned up to nearly every show of hers he could get to. Been in England about a month I think. Stayed at the Hotel Wilde, so Ms. Whatley said. In the kind of luxury so becoming a man of the cloth..." he added with a note of contempt and sarcasm. "I guess that's your best bet. Archibald! take us to the Hotel Wilde!"

Good stuff! Ok, well by a PLOT device of your choosing, Catalyst has heard something about missing homeless people in Greenbank. THe Taking 20 Gather Information, Catalysts amateur but dedicated efforts to make inquiries does not reveal a lot more, but: At least ten, and quite possibly more, homeless people have gone missing there, and the hobo's are even drifting away from the area out of fear. Is it a vigilante trying to clear the streets of the scum? nobody knows quite what has happened for sure - two missing person reports have been filed to the police, but they havent got anything to go on, they dont even know if or who went missing. The word is the victims all get "lost" at night, but other than that she doesn't know much.