Supercape

Ill edit accordingly then!

Feel free to go where you want with this encounter, I'm making it slightly awkward and very open. A potential learning experience (dont arrest before a crime has been comitted), a boredrline vigilante act, a sneak and watch them, or whatever you want...

"Aw man, I forgot it!" laughed Skinny Joe. "It must be back at my... err... home, yes that's right, home. Awww, so sorry. Anyway, nice meeting you an' all, me and Fingers... I mean Phil here, we will just be continuin' on our little walk. Exercise is good for you." Keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Jube, he grabbed his companion and started slowly ambling away...

"Goodness, its like a newborn babe!" exclaimed Supercape. Somebody get the cyber-diapers was the unbidden thought that he fought away from his vocal cords. "Isn't there a protocol for this or something? Maybe Asimov wrote down some blurb. Or the Pentagon. That's the kind of stuff they do, right?" As an afterthought, in the spirit of goodwill, he added "oh, and I make no discrimination here. I like to preserve all life, organic or.." he scrutinized the robot "...otherwise". "I am sure the others agree with me, we aren't siliconist here."

"Shaw I have, man!" laughed Skinny Joe, trying to laugh the whole incident off. "Shaw I have. And I got a pets licence too. Say, have you got a licence for being a dawg? dont you need a muzzle of sumthin? haw haw haw!" Fingers pulled on the sleeve of Joe, but to no avail, the man was guffawing and chuckling away. He was lucky as hell and he knew it - one more minute and he could have been charged breaking and entering.

Supercape nodded at his fellow Lab members. He didn't know what to make of the other two heroes, but if Miss Americana trusted them, it was good enough for him. He walked up the new arrival. "Inquisitive fellow aren't you?" he chuckled. "Fascinating composition, I must say" he commented giving the robot a gentle knock with a knuckle "love to give you a look over at the lab. Not an expert on these things of course, more theory than practice. I leave the grubby stuff to the genius over there" he nodded at Dragonfly "but I do detect a few oddities in your energy distributions. Been through the wars, have we?" "Ahem. All with your permission, of course sir. I can assure you..." he puffed his chest, and grasped his lapels. Almost unconsciously, his costume changed to his "superlabcoat" configuration - a masked man with an unduly clean white lab coat. "...our intentions are strictly honourable!"

Fingers Phil dropped the Crowbar in shock. It wasn't everyday you saw a creature from the island of Dr. Moreau, even in Freedom City. "Holy Malony!" he exclaimed, holding his hands up in panic. "What the x$%*!" Skinny Joe was equally shocked, but seemed to have more wits than his burly partner, and had pulled his Glock on Jubatus. Perhaps a more nervous, or more stupid thug, would have fired in a blind panic. Joe was no genuis, but appeared to have a few more wits about him than the average goon. Blindly firing at any strange creature in Freedom City was likely to give you a real bad headache. On the flip side, it could just as easily be a threat as a hero. "You talk?" he asked, his gun wavering. "What are you?"

Now this was drama, conceded Slick, whose loose jaw swung from his head. He had seen enough death in his long life to have developed a certain philosophical resilience to seeing it, but cold blooded murder did not leave his blood cold. He felt his adrenaline levels rising, and his moral indignation with it. Behind the playboy (or playgirl) exterior beat the heart of a fighter, and one driven by the horrors of his childhood. Perhaps the German Opera he had put himself through had made that childhood all the more close. He vaulted over the box banister and landed elegantly on stage. How did one deal with a ghost anyway? wasn't that a job for those hocus pocus mystic heroes? He dimly recalled something about cold steel and silver, was that vampires? or ghosts? damn... too many horror movies... He grabbed a prop off stage... a splendid looking sword, and waived it in what he hoped was a convincing manner. Shame its made of painted wood...

MOve Action: Leaping to Sliver Scream (Leaping 2 Power I guess covering it?) Standard Action: A Grapple I have no idea how insubstantial the silver scream is in your incarnation, but I have an inclination Slick may be on a learning curve here! Anyway, its a pretty decent attack roll 1d20+9=24 Again, I strongly suspect this is academic, but Grapple roll if needed 1d20+10=25

Just a query here: Supercape has now an awful lot of supersenses: Acute/Accurate/Ranged: Gravity, EM Radation, ELectricity, Radio and Radar... I don't want to second guess what Protectron would "look" like to all these senses... and not sure what would be fluff and what would be plot relevant and if you would want to GM Fiat anything. So, any enlightenment? PS: He sounds like a new Lab member! :D

Ok Nick is functioning at full capacity.

Supercape floated through the dark seas, and concentrated his mind. He could sense the swarming fish and seething beasts around him. This was a war like none he had ever seen, and none he had even read about. And he doubted any conventional treatise on tactics would suffice anyway. Turning his attention to what he presumed was the greater mass of vampire beasts, he recalled the King's words. Hoping that science would suffice as well as the mysterious and illogical world of magic, he focussed on a few molecules of water in the centre of the army, shifting a few quarks this way and that way. Only tiny amounts of matter where destroyed, but massive amounts of ultravoilet radiation were created, in an explosive bloom, permeating and penetrating a large swathe of the vampire army. Lets see how the fangs like that...

Nick started to draw on arcane powers that Rene was only dimly aware of, and he watched in admiration, and some caution. He never trusted necromancy, but he was damned glad that someone like Nick was the gatekeeper for those kind of forces. He risked another glance at his makeshift compass, and saw the bone crystal shudder and die. Glancing upwards, he saw the arcane forces seep into the idol and penetrate it. To his mind's eye, it was all destruction, decay, and death. And then... it was gone. The idol fell apart, as if weathered by a thousand decades in one second. Only black dust remained, and the screaming of a hundred freed souls filled the air. "Zut Alor!" he exclaimed "What is happening! the spirits are freed!" Slowly the audience seem to arise from their horrible slumber. But they appeared confused and shocked. "Alive again!" "What an old body! but any will do!" "No space here, find you own!"

The mind boggles! For the sake of complete cool, and given Nick's authority over the dead! It explodes! releasing a hundred screaming captured souls!

Fiddlesticks! thought Supercape is there ever a day when there isn't a peculiar time - space - quantum distortion in this city??? He had just sat down to "rest his eyes" at the Lab, hard at work on a flux inhibitor experiment. He supposed that being in the vicinity of the experimental machine he senses had been deadened a little, and now, powered down, they had entered a brief period of hyperacusis. And low and behold, like a flash of lightning, some peculiar quantum event halfway across the city. His senses didn't operate that far normally, so it must have been an almighty power surge. Rumbling from his snooze and half form dreams of equations and n-dimenional space, he reformed his lab costume into the splendid shimmering blue and white costume of Supercape. With another moments concentration, he opened up a localised quantum entanglement between the time space events of here and the time space events of there. And he was gone.

Supercape is not a tech user, but is sciency and is a member of the lab - in, if he fits the flavour of what you are after.

"Hurry it up will ya?" muttered skinny Joe to his companion, "Fingers" Phil. The side road was, as far as they could tell, deserted, but you never could tell in Freedom City with all those superheroes flying around. The two crooks were dressed up in casual clothes, their handguns concealed out of sight. However, aside from the nervous loitering that the two displayed, the crowbar in Fingers' hand might have raised some suspicion. "Just lookin' around, scouting out the target" muttered Fingers back, in an irritated and slightly anxious voice. The joint they were casing was just some two bit low life bar, called "the Final Joint". Nothing overtly criminal, but full of hard drinkers and harder fists. And Knuckles O'Hagan, their boss, wanted some money for "protections". And Knuckles wasn't a man to be messed with. He kept his operations small, and had fingers everywhere, and he was small enough to be a pain for the police but fall under the radar from the superheroes of Freedom City. Besides, he was often clean himself. Skinny Joe fingered the small package of explosives under his jacket. A little bit or arson would clean up the Arson. Heh, would probably be doing the cops a favour burning down the place.

Absolutely! Without them, it would be taking considerably longer. You are basically in a small warehouse full of large boxes looking for a small boy...! Given you have analytical visual senses, I would have thought victory could instantly calculate the dimensions of every present, and thus quickly eliminate which ones could or could not house toy boy. I guess it works like an HUD device with readouts, but that is for you to fluff!

Supercape Initiative 1d20=17 Forcefield up before he arrived, I would have thought!

Quentin had been dozing off in his study. Dozing was one way of putting it, as his eyes were indeed closed, he was in his favourite comfortable professor chair, and he had his head propped against one hand in a sleepy, relaxed way. Opening up a quantum event that entangled his brain with the multiverse allowing him to scan all of existence as quantum events flowed from one location to another was perhaps a more accurate way of putting it. He found it quite relaxing, soaring through cosmic radiation and particles with his mind. And occasionally, he would pick some oddity, like the landing of some alien ruffians intent on having a "Parteh" He aroused himself from his semi-slumber, and rubbed his eyes, still half awake, or half asleep would be a better way of putting it. It took a little effort for him to focus on his clothes and reform them to the blue and white splendour of his Supercape outfit. He kept his mind firmly on the location of the aliens, and noted that they had already attracted a welcome party. Well, he might be a professor, but who said he couldn't enjoy the occasional party! especially one so unusual! With a brief moments concentration, he figured out the nature of the two points in space time between his own location and that of the landing. With some nudging of string-events, a cascade of shifted particles and dimensions, and suddenly he was no longer in his office, but floating above the party. And spying none other than Colt, his mentor from his first arrival at Freedom City! "Evening, cowboy!" he called out with a huge wave as he descended slowly, making sure his cape was both of reasonable size and not liable to get caught up in anything, as it had on their first encounter.

Rene looked down at his necro-compass and saw it spinning wildly. Whatever Nick was doing, it was turning the necromantic energies haywire, making them spin this way and that. However, despite furious oscilliation, the bone needle still came to rest at the ominous idol, and somehow Rene knew that it had survived Nick's onslaught. Dr. Singh put his hand on the idol, and gave Nick a tired stare. "You don't understand what resides in here, son. It's so restful in here... come, see..." At that tired, hollow speech, the audience gave out a collected sigh and started to slump to their seats, their eyes glazed and their skin waxy. It was as if someone had cut the strings between their mind and their body, and whilst they didn't keel over, it was only primitive spinal reflexes that ensured their stability.

I'm wasn't entirely sure how to save that, as its more of a one of plot device effect, so I gave it +10 will save because that the effect level. 1d20+10=21 Which is a bit pants of me, but there you go.

"Where is that cheeky young lass?" murmured Supercape, although he couldn't hide the grin from his face no matter how much he tried to scowl "thoroughly bad behaviour. Totally unacceptable. Honestly..." "...the cheek!" he laughed. Of course, the thought of escaping the duties of the evening had crossed his mind, and he suspected one or two others! He turned to the other four lab members "although all in all, that went pretty well, eh?" he gave Miss A a friendly elbow in the ribs "and nice save there, ma'am!"

"Goodness!" exclaimed Supercape, as he was propelled by Fusion through the unimaginable depths and pressures of the deep dark sea. "Goodness!" he exclaimed again as he entered the temple, and the warm rush of water hit him. Rather pleasant he thought, reminded him of his trip to Iceland for an academic conference a few years ago. Professor Austenweiser had delivered a rather interesting lecture on thermal terrametakinesis... Snap out of it! Wake up! he told himself, we are at war, man! he admonished himself. However, he too was caught be the magnificent splendour of the temple. Just how were they meant to destroy a temple made of living rock?

Could we have a search roll? Ill say DC is 30 to find him this round, 25 for round after, 20 for 2 rounds time, etc...