Supercape

Ok forgot to note he shook off another bruise. That looks like another mighty DC 32 attack 1d20+17=28 Bruised him. NO effects from his radiation aura. You have a move action if you wish to take it.

And Guardian is up!

"Thanks again, Stesha. I look forward to meeting Derrick. And yourself, of course. Who would have thought a bunch of drunken university students would actually end up brightening my day!" He smiled warmly. He was getting more used to the plant thing. He always did like the smell of freshly cut grass. He opened the door to his office for Stesha to let her out. "'Till the next time!"

Slick fancied stretching his legs. And stretching his skin. Or what passed for skin anyway. Business meetings at Fassbinder Pharmaceuticals had left him particularly bored. Bored of business, and bored of being Felix Fassbinder. He stood by the mirror of his mansion and decided he wanted some diversion. Which meant, in his case, a new identity. With some concentration, and a minute or two of skin peeling away and trickling the oily petrochemical that characterised his metabolism, he had decided on a new form. Slick stood in front of the mirror as an attractive young woman with slicked back short hair, bright blue eyes, and an athletic physique. The woman was dressed in runners garb: trainers, aathletic lycra shorts, and a sleeveless t shirt. In this form, she used a variety of names but often called herself Nell McNameless, a slight joke and testement to the vague celtic look of the woman. She took the lift down to the garage and picked up a motorcycle, driving into the main part of Freedom. Parking the bike by the river, she started a leisurely jog down the river, to many admirers: some polite, some leery. She had been around long enough to not particularly care one way or another about either. She had to deliberately run slowly, for her, at least. For observers, it would look almost like a sprint. But she would maintain this for most of the river length, enjoying the sights, sounds, and even the admirers. And of course, always keeping an eye out for any wrongdoing.

GM A massive roar emitted from the cage Sparksmith had created, and it fizzed with energy. One moment letter, an enormous red fist smashed through the energy barrier. Then another. A short circuit of black lightning appeared, and the cage integrity collapsed, leaving a snarling, glowing, and very angry giant looming over Sparksmith with fury in its eyes. "CRUUUUUUUSH LLLLLLLLLLITTTTTTTTLE MAAAAAAAAN!" It bellowed, its scream actually blowing Sparksmith's hair. Its muscles contorted and bulged with frightening power.

And Anti-Liebniz is up Smashing through the cage with fist DC 33 1d20+10=16 toughness save for cage. Its smashed! (Damage +17 attack) Move action, a -5 intimidate check on Sparksmith 1d20+9=28 Damn, its going his way at he moment! Resisted with Will or sense motive (whatever is highest)

The car didn't sound appealing. Well, to be frank, it didn't sound like it would even work if she hadn't used it for a month. He could always fly back, but he didn't really fancy doing the hero thing unless, well, he was being a hero. He could walk. But enough exercise for one day. He toyed with the idea of hailing a cab, but he thought that would offend Stesha. It was a kindly offer. Flower Power it was then. "Well, a trip to my office sounds bang on! saves all that bother with sneaking around changing costume!"

Supercape up, finishing off his speech and calculations... Next round up! Sparksmith 20 HP3 Unharmed - Fatigued from extra effort Hulking Figure 19 Bruised x1, In a cage! Guardian 16 HP0 Bruised x1 Supercape 11 HP0 Unharmed

Supercape After a few more seconds looking at the data, it clicked into place. Only a hypothesis, for sure, but enough to be going on. "Chaps! This thing isn't human! its just pure negative energy derived from Liebniz. I think we can put and end to the entire thing!" He punched up a few figures on the computer. "If we get Liebniz and this thing to touch... it will release an nullifying blast that will eradicate all the energy fluctuations. Like matter and antimatter. Sort of. Thing." "Get them to touch! That will finish the job!" I hope he muttered to himself.

"Spendid. That would be splendid, dear lady", he replied, smiling generously at Stesha. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure he fancied another plant hitch hiking experience. It was pleasant enough, but it was all still a bit new and disorientating to him. Nice aroma, he conceded. Beats the smell of petrol. "By 'ride', you mean the, er, conventional method of transportation do you? like a bicycle or internal combustion engine powered vehicle?"

Barely felt it.... Post away IC...

Also, DC 15 toughness save for Guardian due to the sting of the aura

Another Hit I make that a DC 32 Attack 1d20+16=35 Yoikes! shaken it off!

"I look forward to it." He took Stesha's hand and planted a gentlemanly kiss on it. "I probably have to try and drum some basic calculus into some hung over frat boys this afternoon. I can't say I look forward to it, but it comes with the job." He passed Stesha a small card with Quentin's contact details hastily scribbled on it. "For you to call me, at your convenience." "Now, back to Freedom. In name, if not in spirit." he winked. "How do we get back?... Open sesame?" he gesticulated in a comic fashion at a vivid looking plant.

"Thanks Stesha, appreciate it." murmured Quentin. This Derrick chap sounded pretty interesting. Worth meeting him. And Stesha was clearly a bright girl too. Quentin was looking forward to a night off. "Good for you continuing your education. I'm sure your uncle would be very proud. Very important, a good education. Never stop learning, that's my motto. Cogito ergo sum and all of that. " He smiled, thinking back to his own youth. "Got me where I am today, education. " He paused slightly. "Not entirely sure that's a good thing from a purely personal perspective of course. Kicked out of Cambridge. Fighting off academic ridicule left right and centre. Blast that Liebniz. If only the fellow wasn't so damn clever!" Realising he was rambling a bit, he turned back to Stesha. "Anyway, my dear, I digress. I was merely applauding your keen spirit in matters of learning. I just hope I this old codger", he winked, "won't be too boring for you young folk."

"Well I would be delighted, of course" replied Quentin, and delighted he was. He could feel his worries ebbing away ever since he met Stesha. To be honest, he had felt pretty isolated since he had arrived. He didn't really feel like a superhero, although, he admitted, he probably was one. "Derrick, is he a student at the university? I don't want things to get complicated or difficult in that department. " Much as he would love the friendship and support, he still prized his cosy academic life. He didn't want all sorts of problems with the whole student / teacher thing. He had principles.

"Why, he sounds an interesting fellow! to travel between galaxies! I'll have to work on doing that! maybe he could teach me a trick or two!" Quentin was all animation and enthusiasm at the thought of discussing such things. The possibilities! The physics! The maths! He coughed. He doubted Stesha was particularly interested in these things. "Of course, I would be delighted. Any time is good for me really. I'm still settling in to Freedom so don't have many commitments. None that cant be cancelled anyway. I am at your disposal."

"Colt showed me the ropes. I'm pretty new to this stuff, but he gave me some good advice. Not that its a pretty picture. It's going to be vital to unwind, keep perspective. A man could crumble with the stress, I imagine. " "But in general I'm the new fellow in town I guess. It's good to have a friend. Or two. " He looked at Stesha hopefully.

"Yes, it's what I do, Stesha. I don't really want to be a superhero. I am scientist. A lecturer. I like the comfortable academic life. I would rather it was back in Cambridge but they kicked me out. Freedom is pretty good too." He sighed. "I don't really want to be a superhero, Stesha. I don't like crowds, I don't like attention. I'm not in it for the glory, and I'm not an adrenaline junky. I'm not even particularly brave." "What I am, however, is honourable. What I have, is morals. If I can do what I can do, then I have to do it right. I could save lives. I could potentially save a lot of lives. And if that means being a superhero, then I'm jolly well going to be a superhero. " "So I made this costume, from unstable molecular lattices, you see... I can change it how I wish. And here I am. Hiding behind an enormous cape. " He sighed. "Don't get me wrong. When push comes to shove, I'll be there. But I don't want to give up my life, that's all." "And you, do you plan on studying? having a normal life?"

Quentin sipped the tea. Despite the milk, it was good. "About a year. Well, in embryonic form anyway. That's when I first developed my theories. And boom, I changed the quantum state of a hydrogen atom. Hardly powerful." He took another sip. It tasted better. But then, he was feeling better than he had in ages. He wondered if Stella would rent an apartment here. "With time, however, I got better. I don't really create energy. I just release it, or modify it. Its quantum entanglement. So, with a bit of the old EMC squared....let there be light!" He looked to the horizon and furrowed his brow. Outside the, well, building, was a flash of light. As it came through the thin translucent leaves that passed as windows, the room was lit up bright green for a moment. He smiled. "That should encourage a bit of photosynthesis, eh?" He chuckled. "And you. What's your story?"

GM The cage formed by Sparksmith snapped and sizzled as it came into contact with Anti-Liebniz. It was like watching a picture rapidly alternate between its positive and negative images. The whole room lit up and darkened with the flickering image, creating an eerie ambiance with the last remnants of smoke curling around. The beast was roaring but still dazed by the twin attacks of Guardian and Sparksmith. It seemed to be recovering quickly, with its bruised and battered flesh glowing even an more bright shade of red.

Anti Liebniz Shaking off Stun this round. I suppose, technically his radiation aura 5 (pentrating) would be in contact with the created object. As it is penetrating, Impervious 10 won't quite be impervious (It has to exceed)... so I am going to roll for created object to resist a DC 20 attack (15+5) 1d20+10=23 More than enough! Guardian is up!

Looks good to me, Omega! Anti-Liebniz caged! Feel free to post, including lots of sizzling energy effects between Sparks energy and the mysterious NEGA-ENERGY OF ANTI-LEIBNIZ!

"Hmmm. Yes. I can relate to that." Supercape was relaxing. It was partly Fleur... well, Stesha, it was partly the magnificent floral landscape he was in. It was partly, well, just having a cup of tea and not being a superhero. Speaking of which... he furrowed his brow again, and his costume rearranged itself into a linen shirt and smartly pressed pale trousers, vaguely reminiscent of a British Gent in the land of the Raj. "Quite the botanist, aren't you, Stesha!" he exlaimed. "I can't thank you enough. This place is so peaceful, tranquil. Just what I need. " He sat down, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and let out a big sigh. He stretched his sore arms. "So how do you cope with these superhero capers, Stesha?"

Next round! I regret to inform that Anti-Liebniz/Hulking Figure shaking off 1 Bruised condition...! Sparksmith 20 HP3 Unharmed Hulking Figure 19 Bruised x1, Stunned (until initiative 16) Guardian 16 HP0 Bruised x1, Stunned (until initiative 15) Supercape 11 HP0 Unharmed