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  1. The inventing of Blueshift and the arrival of the hammer-wielder called Push seemed to have constructed a sort of net around Jubatus, temporarily collecting the four into a space where several incongruous events were beginning at once. Deciding that it would be his best bet to guide the lot of them back to their original purpose, rather than allow the highly inappropriate sight of the volunteered heroes jawing on the beach, he cleared his throat and began at once in his accustomed reverberating baritone:"Ahem, sorry to interrupt but my my estimation, there are at least four or so things that need doing before we can hang about and introduce ourselves at leisure: first, the placement of the pegs, in which Mr. Jubatus(here he bowed slightly to Jubatus) clearly bests us all in speed and efficiency. Second, the assembly of the building materials that have just arrived into the base we'll be operating out of for our stay here, which I cannot stress enough the importance of. Third, the building of the outhouse, which should be a tremendously simple and easily accomplished task for any two of us. Fourth, the gathering of our personal stock and supplies to the base house and our divvying up of the floor-space for sleeping and personal space purposes. Fifth, I guess, can come introductions, offers of gadgetry and conversations while standing still". He glanced from one to the other, quite unconscious of Wisp's presence."I apologize for the abruptness of this, but please remember our errand of mercy. I beseech you to set aside for a little whatever quarrels and disagreements you may have or be generating at this moment, and set your minds, hearts and muscles to the task at hand" He paused and scowled; "I'm sorry, let me put it this way: I think we should, at least until a bit later, get straight to work". He then took the bag of stakes from his shoulder and politely offered it to Jubatus.
  2. King of Suits AKA Marceau Suvou.
  3. Drat it all, I completely forgot the extracurriculars! I'll skip over there and remedy that. EDIT Heis: Almost done: Reputation post to be up at around 9.00 A.M. EDIT Dos: Sorry about the delay. Reputation posted, such as it is.
  4. Deeply relieved that he'd worn civvies(olive coveralls) instead of his unwieldy heroing garb, Marceau halted at the voice of the cheetah eh,good thing it isn't a talking cheetah on all fours, that would be just terrifying. Turning to Jubatus, he gave him a genial smile to disguise the unease he felt in his gut. "My name's Marceau Suvou, Freedonian volunteered worker. Who would you be? a nature spirit?". He did his best to sound more nonchalant and jaded than he actually felt, assuming the creature before him wouldn't want to have to reassure yet another uneasy human of his benevolence. He gestured to the ocean behind them "By the way, do you know if its high or low tide now? it would be a great help to know."
  5. Marceau thought for a moment, wondering vaguely if it wouldn't be a better idea to build the outhouse first. "Well, miss, may I assume this house will be peaked with a sloped roof? 'cause if so, no further questions.". He briskly rolled his beard into a short braid, sliding a series of metal rings around it to keep it in line, putting the remaining three three rings onto the central fingers of his left hand. That done, he then took up the bag he'd placed on the ground and trudged off in the direction towards the treeline and away from the beach, waving politely to the newly arrived heroes just disembarking."A good day to you, friends! the starting structure will be 100ft away from the beach, 200 from the treeline, 40 feet by 40 feet according to Mz. Blueshift, with an outhouse placed more closely to the " he suppressed a shudder of fear "the forest."
  6. Should have checked this first...anyway, playing KoS, obviously.
  7. Marceau jumped awkwardly out of the the jeep he had been carried in, a similar bag of stakes over his shoulder. He'd signed up for the job in his civilian identity, not wishing to attract more notice than he had to, what with his alternate identity being a near-total unknown. He surveyed his surroundings with a sinking feeling, noting with slight surprise the general lack of trees. He'd heard stories told by some of the other janitors about how Haiti was a tropical island, covered in dense rainforest where vicious predators lurked. Last time I tell ANYONE I'm afraid of forests unasked he thought. He looked to the heroine Blueshift: "Where abouts should we start staking, Mz. Blueshift?" he rumbled. "What's the plan, in general terms?". He fervently hoped that there was in fact a plan of some sort in place. Years of travelling without so much as an idea of what he was doing had told him the problems of making things up as he went along, though by all accounts the tech-heroine was a master of that. He also hoped he would have a chance to dispose of his armor somewhere, the heat beat down like a hammer, bringing with it a deep pang of homesickness.
  8. I'm volunteering King o' Suits for this, though you probably have enough lifters already.
  9. Despite his desire to come up with a game plan, Marceau was quickly sidetracked. What was the purpose of the thefts? what did Wolfgang mean by a "Divination experiment"? and why had Wolfgang not called for help, even when his voice was within reach of his comrades ears? These and other mysteries plagued Marceau to the point that ten minutes later a feasible plan still eluded him. Shrugging off his worries, he gave a quick look around the front door, before slipping into the warehouse to see if he could get close enough to the assembled miscreants to get an inkling of what they thought they were up to. Abruptly remembering his prone foe, he rushed back to Wolfgang and carried him over to the dumpster he had installed at the back door, placing him quietly inside and punching It was a ticklish business, as the whole lot had fallen into the habit of glancing at the front door at regular intervals, due to Wolfgang being over an hour late to the rendezvous, and it was only with difficulty that he managed to dart behind a rack holding standard-issue computer keyboards, and turn a careful eye and ear to his unsuspecting prey. Thinking it would be handy to get some evidence of wrongdoing, he took out the small microphone he kept in one of his coveralls pockets, and tossed it neatly onto a box on the shelf nearest to the assembled brigands. The problem of evidence taken care of, the King of Suits turned his whole attention to what they were saying. He was quite curious to learn what the people Wolfgang worked were planning to do. "'s none o' my business, Larry," declared one of the men at the table(white, short, thin, mid 20's, short spiky black hair, green coat, orange scarf, dark blue pants, white boots), clearly unhappy about the state of affairs he found himself in, "but what if Wolf isn't coming after all? you did say he was more flaky than was safe with keeping the schedule." The man addressed as 'Larry'(black, slightly shorter, much beefier, late 30's, short blue hair, clearly dyed, all black ensemble) sighed deeply and turned to the questioner: "Mike, really? we've all been late to these meetings at least twice a week now. Freaking out just because our tardiest member is late with his stuff again isn't exactly sensible. He might have been caught by whatever little old lady he was swiping the purse of, and now is in front of the police commissioner getting dressed down again. Besides, he never did bring all that many personal items with him. I figure he's been keeping them stashed away in that Half-Way House, under some creaky floorboard somewhere. Anyway, let's get down to business and go over what we've collected tonight. Jason(to a middle-aged white man swathed in grey), you start, and we'll move counterclockwise; state the item, its probable connection to its owner, when and where you got it, and then nod to your left". For the next seventeen minutes, as the long roll-call of the ill-gotten gains droned on, Marceau desperately tried to again think of a plan to beat them. Can't just dash out there, they'll cut me down in no time at all. Flogging his brain for the answer to the 'how' of capturing eight criminals without letting even one escape, Marceau glanced around himself, deep in thought.
  10. Dexterity check to throw the Concealable Microphone near enough to pick up what the thieves are saying, DC 10. (10,7) = (17) Huzzah.
  11. King of Suits (how not)To Catch a Thief (1 post) Habitat for Metahumanity (5 posts) Reputation Post.
  12. Master Plan check, DC 10, as per usual, (4,2) = (6) Well, darn. Stealth Check, DC 12 to slip into the warehouse unnoticed. (11,10) = (21) Well, that's a relief.
  13. Immediately upon sight of his quarry, Marceau bent double and prepared to slip away from Wolfgang to do a brief reconnaissance of the escape routes he'd need to keep in mind during the takedown of the thieves. Unfortunately, he stepped on a loose piece of ice that snapped with a slight, crisp sound under his weight. Wolfgang had been paying little heed to what was going on behind him, so it was only with the barest luck that he heard the tell-tale noise. He had of course spun around, and upon catching sight of the King of Suits hunched in a stealthy manner, divined his purpose with great alacrity. He realized too that if the KoS got away, it would be with only the greatest of difficulty that he and his comrades would escape. Summoning his magical blade, he sprang upon Marceau, who dodged with less room for error than he would have liked. Seizing the chance to be done with the now-violent informant, Marceau lashed forward and delivered a powerful uppercut to Wolfgang's left temple. Striking the ground with great violence, Wolfgang lay, stretched and silent in the snow. Breathing a sigh of relief, Marceau whipped a pair of handcuffs from the depths of his cloak, and secured Wolfgang with them, taking care to put his adversary's arms behind his back before locking the cuffs on his wrists. That taken care of, Marceau slipped off into the howling night, silently discovering a single emergency exit. Calling upon the power granted him by the stars, Marceau lifted up one of the nearby dumpsters and placed it gently int he alleyway directly in front of the door. That done, he checked the sides of the building, re-assuring himself that the people inside couldn't get out through the windows. Failing to see the open window on the second floor that any fool could get through easily, Marceau spread the power of the stars more evenly about himself and crept to the door of the warehouse. Realizing something, he slipped back to the unconscious body of Wolfgang, and too his cellphone. Going back to the door, he called 911 and informed the police of his position, the situation, and the number of criminals that needed to be apprehended(eight). Stretching his limbs, Marceau gave himself over to a serious bout of planning, knowing that charging in would be suicidal.
  14. Marceau's Stealth check, DC: 10 (1,10) = (11) Huh, that was close. The KoS switches to Super-Strength and shifts a dumpsters in front of the thieves only viable escape route. Notice check to see an open window on the second floor. DC is 5. (1,2) = (3) Bah! Finally, Stealth check(DC 12) to avoid notice by the thieves in the warehouse. (20,17) = (37) Critical Success! Marceau is not noticed whatsoever by the thieves and they don't hear him when he calls for the police.
  15. KoS's Stealth attempt, to get away from Wolfgang without being noticed. (2) = (2) Darn. Wolfgang's Notice check. (3) = (3) What the blazes? COMBAT BEGINS!! Initiative Checks: KoS:(4,2) = (6) Wolf:[13,1] = (14) Wolfgang ATTACKS! Forms his mage-blade and swipes: (10,2) = (12) The KoS's Defence! (14,4) = (18) The KoS Attacks! after activating Array. (14,5) = (19) Wolfgang's Defence. (10,2) = (12) The KoS hits. I'm going to go with the 'one hit KO for mooks' system. END COMBAT. Wolfgang down, Marceau Used HANDCUFFS.
  16. Wolfgang hurriedly changed his plans. It had never occurred to him that his ally not going to jail would be a bad thing, but he suddenly realized that if Mark got the takings to the magicians, Mark would stand a chance at promotion due to Wolfgang being taken prisoner. In that case, there was only one possible way to go. "Alright, Mr. Suits, I get your point. Release me and we'll be on the trail of my luckless associate in minutes!" When I get to the rendezvous, I'll just give him away. A few bullets should fix him. Released by the King o' Suits, Wolfgang snapped his fingers, causing the mural above them(showcasing a man in blue tights throwing a car at a golden man by pointing at him) to relinquish one of its tiles, forming itself into the illumination-deficient orb Marceau had come to dislike so much. A few moments later, the two returned to the landing at the foot of the stairs and wasted no time in setting out into the snowy night. Wolfgang muttered deep into the collar of his coat, wondering how the night could have gone so wrong. It was especially galling to have to look back every few steps to see if the masked man was still behind him, as even in the snow the King of Suits made little noise, and what little he made was mostly obliterated by the rushing wind that ran unimpeded through the streets of the Fens. They soon arrived at the warehouse, an uncomplicated affair with a curved roof and the number 73 on its door. Or rather what could be seen of the door, as it was mostly raised to reveal that several misfits were lounging around a table poking at suitcases, purses, handbags, wallets and other personal items beyond immediate quantification.
  17. Marceau ground his teeth in irritation. As if it wasn't bad enough that nearly an hour had elapsed before he'd even thought to attack the random hood, now it turned out that leaving was almost, no, completely insultingly easy. Holding Wolfgang now at arms length, he regarded his foe with an outward appearance of apathy, while internally pondering how the heck he was supposed to find the accomplice now. Wolfgang would be unlikely to lead him directly there, and it was too late now to track him by his footsteps. Sighing in resignation, he released Wolfgang and nodded. "All right, re-activate the orb and I'll drop you off at the nearest police station" The words dropped like anvils onto cushions in the stuffy near silence "Guess I'll look for your friend once you're behind bars. A shame you won't tell me anything other than 'upper Fens'. Take me a few days at least to track him down". Marceau sighed wearily, for extra effect. If he played this right, Wolfy here would lead him right to the guy he wanted. Maybe put off the murder attempts, too.
  18. KoS does a Dip. Attempt to get Wolfgang to help him find his accomplice, (13,5) = (18) Wolfgang's Sense Motive check, [6] = (6) Success for KoS.
  19. "My name is Wolfgang Schantzneuser, Suits, my 'accomplice' is by now probably somewhere in the upper Fens, where a safehouse is. This place is called the Brick Hall, it is the outer region of this dimension, the name and purpose of which I have no knowledge. I found my way here quite by accident when attempting a ritual to summon a minor angel. Leaving is quite simple, really" Wolfgang paused to collect his thoughts, all of which involved knives and unsuspecting backs.."To leave, all you need to do is snap your fingers. There's no right or wrong way to do it, all you need is to snap two or more digits together and you'll be back in the place you came from. Unless of course" he paused again, wondering if he should...nah, not worth his neck."Nevermind, I was...bah! just let me bring that orb back into action and we'll both be out in a few seconds. As for the door, I will simply say that the most powerful being in this entire dimension resides in the halls it leads to. Small fry like me and(begging you pardon) you would have no chance against it. Now please let me go and I shall return the orb to its usable state". Wolfgang smiled ingratiatingly at the King of Suits, who was all but smacking his head against the wall at how he could have at least tried to imitate his adversary. Now all he had to do was wait for the simpleton to accompany him back to the Half-Way House and all would be well. Just so long as he didn't catch on to what was going on in his head, of course.
  20. Marceau had relaxed nearly noticeably, assured by the abrupt shift in this bizarre mans behavior that he was at least making an impression. A more careful look, thankfully disguised by the glow in his eyes(an unfortunate side-effect of his powers) and what little light in the hallway being bent towards the black door. Realizing that he was liable to be stabbed in the back at any moment if he let the man(who still smelled like flowers) out of his scrutiny for more than four seconds, Marceau shrugged under his heavy poncho and moved slowly upward, taking the stranger with him. His questions were quick and to the point: "Where did your accomplice go? what is this place? how do you leave here? what lies behind that door? how did you find this place? One of those questions being answered would be a favorite, though first I must ask your name. I am the King of Suits, previously the student of the Ace of Suits." He might not answer honestly, but at least I can get a general idea of what in the blazes is going on here. In the meanwhile, he had gotten the stranger back onto his feet, having decided that he might as well introduce an element of "I'm not going to treat you like a sub-human source of information" into the situation. He was leaning pretty heavily on him for all that, pressing his back against a tapestry depicting a green man looking smugly down at a man made of lightning. The lightning man seemed to be breaking down or something, his limbs misshapen and his fingers bursting into blue electricity.
  21. The King of Suits attempts to peer past the Stranger's veil of submission for any hidden plots, Sense Motive check, (14,2) = (16), no guarantee of success, though. The Stranger's Bluff: (6) = (6). Woohoo! the dice smile upon me!
  22. The stranger stared up at the grinning metal face with perhaps more sheer terror than was strictly necessary. "W-w-whadda you wanna kn-know?", he managed after what felt like to him half an hour under Marceau's imperious glare and maniacal air. While he was terrified, he was hardly unthinking yet, and his mind buzzed with scheme after scheme of how to turn things around in his favor. While his foe was certainly far stronger than he was, he was clearly unused to actual combat. If he could get his former(and technically present) prisoner through the door to the Laquer Halls, and out of the Brick Halls where if he got loose it would be nearly impossible to find him again, he'd still be able to complete his mission, bringing the nights tak- Oh,scheisse! His mind whirled as he realized he'd forgotten the nights takings back at the Half-Way House! What was he to do? bring this lumpen brute to the throne of the Contrarian and say "Oh master from the other world, whose strength overmastered the Steel Tower and brought eternal dominion over this twilit empire, I have here a man who attacked me. He looks like a playing card, isn't that a knee-slapper?" Clearly, the stranger realized, there was only one possible way to go. He'd go along with this lunkhead back to the Half-Way House, stab him in the back, get the haul from the living room and bring the whole kit and kaboodle to the overseer. In the meanwhile, it was getting hard to breath. "Please, mister, just let me stand, I'll tell you anything you want to kn-" Marceau's eyes took on an uncannily burning cast, and the stranger hurriedly decided against pushing his luck. "Alright, alright. So, what is it you want me to tell you about?"
  23. Thank you for the consolation prize, I look forward to the thread.
  24. I'd like to submit the King of Suits for a possible participant.
  25. Marceau looked nervously at the door, knowing that what lay beyond was likely to be in a realm of power far greater than his own. He glanced over his shoulder at the passageway behind him, realizing abruptly that the answer to his problem lay right next to him. He turned to give a long stare at the stranger, turning his situation over in his head. On the one hand, he was in unfamiliar territory with his only known means of escape turned into a small mural on the ceiling. On the other hand, he had someone right next to him who seemed to know this place quite well, and to have some degree of power over it. And how better to learn of how this place than by interrogating this man who knew so much about it? With a bound, Marceau leaped upon the stranger, calling upon his stellar power source as he went, his strength rapidly amassing until the stranger was unable to move an arm. The grinning mask bent over the stranger's face, as Marceau's voice swelled and boomed from the confines of his lungs into the still air: "Tell me the truth, and I will be merciful".
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