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GM (how not)To Catch a Thief King of Suits (how not)To Catch a Thief 5 Posts.

At quarter to 5 o'clock, in a hallway of the third floor of the Monkey Towers apartment complex, William 'Will Sulky' Mainsly adjusted his weary head on the rolled-up and only slightly ragged sleeping bag. He let the peace and silence that covered the early morning of the usually restless bedlam that was his home. As he drifted into sleep, he caught a vague glimpse of a narrow figure slipping quickly in his direction. Feeling the slight disturbance of the air as the figure passed, William consoled himself with the thought: "Well, t'aint my business, is for sure". William Mainsly was a former shipping clerk, formerly a punctual, efficient man, whose own sterling qualities had led him into a conflict with the two-bit imitation of the Mob that ran small smuggling operations along a few dozen miles of New England coastline. He was a charity case of a small band of more kindhearted-than-average business owners, who payed the gloomy miser who ran Monkey Towers to keep them in his apartments and off the street. Marceau 'King of Suits' Suvou turning this over in his head, musing on the possible advantages in selling off his collection of fine statuary and wood carvings, he stepped smoothly over the usual riff-raff cluttering the dark, musty halls of the Towers; lying in various states of peace and insomnia on their futons, sleeping bags and blankets. He had briefly been among their number himself, as he had arrived in America two years ago with hardly a pound to his name. It took over eight months of near-constant searching before he found an employer, an accounting offices janitorial staff. A blast of icy air as he exited through the back door quickly pushed himself back to reality. A moonlit reality of snow(which he barely noticed) flying through the air and turning to slush under the wheels of the lazily-directed cars and freight trucks, and hurrying miniature crowds bustling along the streets all raising a low roar as they went. Vivid neon signs, all wearily familiar and repugnant to Marceaus' eyes, burned jaunty holes in the otherwise dark, bitter morning. Raising the collar of his coveralls, Souvo walked in his accustomed style, one leg up, forward, down, up, forward, down. With heron-like strides, he walked dingy alleys and crooked streets unseen on any city map. His travels were halted when, passing a bookshop that Marceau would have sworn was haunted, he heard a loud and furious cry. STOP, THIEF!!

Not complete, clarification and query on page 3 of topic EDIT: Now it's done I would like to remove the feat Leadership, buy 4 ranks in the skill Knowledge(Chemistry), and the feat Startle, and make a few additions/subtractions to his 'Personality' section, please. For the 'Personality' section, I'd like to remove the bit about his LOUD VOICE(due to redundancy, which I overlooked for Heaven only knows why), and put in it's place that : Marceau is by upbringing and nature deeply religious, and by attendance a believer in Greek Orthodoxy. Despite that, he sees himself as a practical man(all evidence to the contrary aside), with a hard-headed and skeptical outlook on life, which has led him to undertake a study of chemistry, so as to better understand the reason for the physical phenomena he would otherwise spend sleepless nights fretting about, such as how poison is dangerous.

Not to nag, but is this over?

Marceau struck in immediately after Volcano and Glowstar said their piece. "well, ladyship, at around 10.15 P.M., I, the glowing man, the man made of rock and the man made of some delicious-smelling jelly all converged" his lips moved soundlessly as he checked if that was the right word "at this location, being informed by our respective informants and confederates that three factions hostile to each other would be meeting at this spot. We introduced ourselves, and at about 10.17, we heard the sound of battle erupt fromt he restauraunt, and the loud viking inside the jelly-man came crashing through the wall of the 'Wok' we presume he was flung by a the woman in the second tier of my pyramid there, at which point I decided, after a cursory look-over of this same man, that it would be best to blanket the area immediately around us with some fog. I did so, and after a brief attempt to subdue the barbarian, myself and the Glowstar assaulted the sundry bikers, mobsters and Southside C's still fighting inside the 'Bamboo'. Glowstar quickly proved me to be superfluous in this task, taking them all down in about eighteen seconds. I 'cuffed them, and brought them outside here, by which point the Jelly character and the semi-molten human rock had bashed the helmed horror into near-insensibility. I had asked one of the servers in the 'Wok' to call for the police(which in hindsight I guess we ought to have done as soon as the fighting started), and when I heard your sirens approach, I cleared the fog and ensconced myself inside yonder waste pail". Marceau breathed heavily after his speech and nonchalantly removed a slightly decayed half of a yam from his back.

In a garbage can next to the battlefield, Marceau held off counting his cards in time to hear Glowstars' defense, he leaped to the obvious(to him) conclusion that they were being held responsible for the damage to the 'Wok'. Realizing that remaining silent would be many things, none of them heroic, he jumped out of the garbage can with a resounding clatter and sprang to his fellow's side. Idly flinging a chicken skeleton off his shoulder, he addressed Jao with what he thought a properly deferential mode: "Ma'am, I can say with utter honesty that we were all in it, and he", Marceau pointed to Glowstar , "defeated most all of the blokes in the joint, who might've otherwise caused great harm to the life and limb of its innocent patrons". He bowed quickly "So ladyship, you see, this is probably the best possible ending. The thugs are down, nobody else was hurt, and if we must be arraigned in court, you can get our names right now. I'm the King of Suits, or Marssoo An-Sallah, we hope for your clemency, ladyship".

Marceau staggered out of the 'Wok', arms filled with their previous adversaries, and dumped them down on the sidewalk. His ears pricked up at the sound of the approaching fuzz, and he jumped into action. Jumping over the pile of slumbering criminals, he raced over to the Volcano, Glowstar and Jello-Man, shook their hands hurriedly while profusely thanking them for being around to keep anything really bad from happening. "Hopefully, we will meet again, I earnestly wish that our next meeting will see me acting ina more useful capacity". Turning to the large cloud of dissipating fog, he squared his shoulders and ran into it, disappearing from sight. Though he could be heard fumbling in his cape pockets for the 'Remove Inconvenient Cloud of Fog' card.

Inside, Marceau piled the fallen enemy on top of each other, stooped under them, and lifted them up, aiming to take them outside, where they'd be more easily taken away. While lifting, he turned to the patrons shyly watching their blazing savior and called out "Pardon me, but if anyone has a phone or something, could they please call the police to this place, if you haven't already?".

Switching from Boost to Super-Strength, Strength check to carry the unconscious baddies out of the Wok. 1d20+12=23

Using my handcuffs on the downed thugs.

Seeing Glowstar's nearly effortless defeat of the two last enemies in the bar, the stork-like King of Suits gave a long, admiring whistle and leaped into the eatery. He paused to watch as Jello-Man went off to immobilize the horned one who had been the cause of such trouble, then turned to the fallen bikers and mobsters and gang members. Whipping a number of handcuff sets from his belt, he methodically 'cuffed the downed foes. He slipped the dud explosive card back into its sleeve, for examination later. On his way to the first(Abrams Tank Guy) 'cuffee, he turned and addressed Glowstar:"Thank you for being here, sir, and defeating this lot before they caused any real harm. It goes without saying that things would have gone much differently if you hadn't been here. I'll take care of these blokes, would you please watch the big one outside, who I think the jelly man just dropped?".

Furious at his myopic showing in the fight, Marceau decided to at least try to get something done. He rushed to a nearby window through which he saw Glowstar's dazzling display of power. Seeing a particularly formidable target, one who could well do with a little dethroning, Marceau whipped one of his weaker grenade cards from its sleeve, aimed and threw. To impressively little effect.

Begin turn: Move to a window of the Bamboo Wok and Blast the Abrams Tank Guy! 1d20+4= 23

Marceau ground his teeth in exasperation as he finally sorted the cards in Deck 8 back into a semblance of order. With no time to lose, he summoned up the mystical powers the stars had ordained for him, and gave the be-helmeted hoodlum a quick look-over. Seeing how vastly outmatched he'd be in a straight-up fight, the spindly Card Champion swept one of his smokescreen cards from its sleeve and flung it to the ground, disappearing into the haze that erupted from the broken Jack of Hearts.

Activating Boost! Using Assessment on Herne. 1d20+7 = (13) Victory! Okay, using the Obscure Alt. Pwr for my Blast Array. Pulling Punch down to level 3(25 ft.). End of turn.

Isn't KoS's initiative 4?

For KoS: 1d20+2=4 Well, that's the way it goes.

A feeling of inexpressible relief flooded the King of Cards' central cardiovascular organ system. "What an amazing coincidence, good sirs! I am myself in the same business as you! Might I be permitted to assist in your task? Our destination is that same, after all". Giving a sweeping bow, Marceau glanced(obscured beyond sight by his metal facemask)at the pile of talking pudding and wondered if he should talk with a psychiatrist about dangers to his mental health in the superhero work. Shrugging off the idea, he began to speak again, this time in the reverberating bass he preferred. "At any rate, please allow me to introduce myself: I am the King of Suits, the master of the art of (weaponised)card-wielding and miscreant-merde beating". He raised his head and smiled pleasantly behind his mask."Who might you, monsieurs?". The introductions being broken up so swiftly by the appearance of the helmeted man accompanied by the sounds of battle from the restaurant, he shrugged and put himself in a passable battle stance. Shoving a hand into one of the numerous pockets that lined the inside of his cape, Marceau swore under his breath as he found that the cards in one pocket had become mangled and disorganized, and hurriedly began putting them right.

King of Suits Bikers, Mobsters and the Southside C's 9 posts.

Meanwhile, a narrow alleyway half a block down the street contained a lean, panting figure, swathed in a long robe-like poncho marked in several key areas by the sign of the suit of Clubs. Marceau groaned to himself at the quiet of his surroundings. Which is when he spotted the glowing man, the blob, and a normal human talking idly amongst themselves next to the Bamboo Wok. After a moments' deep and serious thought, he decided to go against his better instincts and approach them. Walking a bit stiffly from his dead run from his home in the Fens, he went quickly for all that. "A good evenin' to ya, chaps, you lot here for 'All you can eat and more' buffet night?".

Congratulations on the new job, mein Herr! Glad nothing horrible happened, especially considering the recent flooding. I was almost certain you had gone as a volunteer rescuer or something. Also glad you can still do the thread, many thanks for that. See you later this week!

I'm in. Assuming this is open to PL 7's, that is.

Erm, is something going on in the real world right now that is keeping you busy? 'cause if so, I empathize. Anyway we could just put this on hold and come back to it if you like, no problem at all.

So I finally realized that the 'please ask any questions you might have' bit was there, and have found some things I'm curious about: 1)Would you give a clue as to the identity of our opponents? 2) How many will we be defending against? 3)Will there be a 'special surprise', in the person of a powered individual? and finally, 4)Has anyone volunteered for this play thread in chat in the interim?

Don't mean to nag, but just two quick questions: 1) Is there a set week for when the thread will start? 2) Where will it be set in the city? Again, not meant to nag, just asking about a couple of things that you didn't mention. Hope this works out.