Flare Knight

Once more, the beams that hit Powerhouse somewhat just bounced off him, as if they weren't there, but this time, two of them pierced his skin, leaving him with a total of three burns on his chest. He mentally noted that this was getting worse and worse, but he was pretty cool about it, and, waiting for the group to get closer, slammed his fists together again, sending the two men that had hit him in that barrage flying into a heap and joining their friends, his face a mask of concentration as small smoke trails inched off his skin. "As you say Mr. Gabriel." He said, responding to the orders he had been given like a machine.

As the members of the fight slowly separated from a group of people into two sets of fighters, The workers, unfazed by Powerhouse knocking out their friends in a single clap, re focused them beams and fired at him again, once more each one blasting into him, and this time singed his skin more as he was covered in energy from the blast. Not wasting time, the group slowly advanced at the smoke, their guns held ready for him to emerge. The blast to the Tryant's chest knocked the wind out of the Old man's body, causing him to wheeze under his suit, distracting him as he held his chest and preventing him from actually making a movement. "*cough* You...*hack* I..I'll teach you..You loud...rambunctious...snot nosed brat!" he finally forced out, his hands gripped around his chest where the blast at hit him.

10+10=20 he Fails teh save, by 7, for a stun and a bruise Minions go, on PH. 19,16,22 Hits. DC 25 Toughness and he has 1 Bruise 25,22,22 Passes First, gets another bruise on the second, and a third bruise on the third. Powerhouse will do his Sonic Clap Floor Wipe again, taking out 2 minions.

After discussion, because the person who was going to attack Supercape will be monologueing back at him instead of attacking, I figure it's not a HP (Because it's effectively both of them doing a full round Stun to themselves) New Init: Thugs Grim Colt Boss - Bruise Supercape - Mid-Monologue Aid- Mid-Monologue Sage Push - Bruise, Stunned

When the man began his monologue at her, the girl paused in mid-flight, listened quietly, then floated up even with him, doing the same motion with her finger. "What you do here." She said, being as grandiose as possible, raising both arms and motioning with them rapidly to emphasis points. "Is nothing more then what those greater then you DEMAND that you do! Do you not feel like you wish to be free? Don't you wish to throw off the shackles of oppression!? You live in a crumpled mess! You only follow the rules, never questioning them! We live freely! For the moment! Don't you wish to throw off your horrible, boring life and live as you want? That's what we are here for, to live as we please, for this could be our last moment! Who are you to call us wrong in our statements! Perhaps you are wrong in yours, and we are simply helping those by freeing them from this mortal shell?" She finished, raising her hands above her head and bringing them down to her sides.

The beams that hit Powerhouse did little to actually hurt him, but he sat inside the smoke with a small burn on his chest and thought to himself. okay...so...need a new plan. he thought, then nodded after deciding on one. As the smoke started to clear, he slammed his hands together, aiming towards where the laser that had actually hurt him came from. The Smoke exploded away from him as a shock-wave of sound and force escaped from his hands and blasted over both the man that hit him and the closest next to him, sending them sprawling to the ground. "Does this make me a Sound Controller too?" He asked Gabriel, turning to the next person.

Clasping his hands to his ears as the noise rang out around him, deafening him. In his anger, he direct his own blast of Sonic energy at Gabriel, though it hit the side of the door instead of the sound controlling Gabriel. "You little twerp! Respect your elders!" He roared, unable to hear himself destroying the silence he himself had tried so hard to create not long before. The man's guards were focused on a different target, however, aiming Powerhouse- who was standing in the middle of the room after his bull rushing charge- and aimed several large Laser weapons at him. At once, they all fired on the Hero, who was mostly surrounded and unable to move, hitting him with several bright beams, filling the area around him with smoke, and him at the center.

Tim, wearing his usual black long coat and blue jeans, but with a plain white shirt under it, had a massive grin on his face as he worked his way through a throng of people, cotton candy in one hand and a program under his arm, looking up one of the steps into the darkened main area, knowing the time was growing ever closer and wondering at the things inside it. He'd never been to a circus, but he'd heard about them, and they always sounded amazing. So when Tim started seeing advertisements about how awesome this one was, and how it was coming to town, he had decided to go see it, even if it had a weird name he couldn't really pronounce. He'd waited for a while to get a ticket, and it was still a bit chilly outside, but because it was close to his house, he hadn't had to leave too early, so he managed to keep mostly out of the cold, which was good, because he didn't own a pair of mittens. Tim took a bite of the Candy and grinned as the fluffy piece of blue sugar dissolved in his mouth- he enjoyed that feeling so much!-, before looking back down at his ticket. "Ah. This is the one." he said, looking at the numbers above the ramp and taking a few steps up the ramp. It was slow movements, as everyone was trying to get there, but Tim settled into his seat in the middle-rows without much fuss. His seat was on the left of a set of stairs, only three seats between him and the stairs themselves, and he was positioned right next to a ramp, so he laid his hand on the railing and opened the program, flipping through it and reading on the attractions. He didn't think about being Powerhouse tonight, but almost three months of a standard dressing ritual meant he was wearing the blue spandex under his pants anyway, and a contacts case was in his jacket's pockets. Superhuman acts? he wondered, looking over the programming and remembering the commercials had said something like that. Sounds like this is gonna be cool! he thought, grinning broadly as he waited for the show to begin.

Lots a saves! Alright; 3 Minions and the Boss are around, so lets get them done, Minion by Minion, then the boss M1=17,M2=23, M3=16 Alright, so M1 and M3 go to the Reflex to protect from dazzle! M1=16, M3=13 That's Failure from both of them, so they move to the Fort Save! M1=26, M2=24 They pass, so they aren't Deafened. Next comes the TTT! 10 He's hit! 7 He doesn't...cover his ears? or something. 18 He's deaf! The Minions will concentrate on PH, as he is still Flat-footed. 17,26,16,18,17 Those all hit, for DC25 Toughness saves. 29,28,24,34,30 he takes a bruise from the third one, but the remaining saves are high enough that he still passes. PH will use Shockwave. that's a DC26 reflex save for half damage, or a DC31 Damage, because they can't pass the Reflex save, and take the worst result. I'll say the two other minions are able to be hit. at DC31, they only have +10 Toughness, so they can't pass, so they are KO'd The Deaf Tyrant will attempt to blast Gabriel. 6+10=16 I know Gab's base defense is 20, so it misses!

2+9=11 Not so good a roll for the Minions. There are 5 8+2=10 Worse for the Tranquility Tyrant 6+4=10 As bad for PH Gabriel Minions PH T3 is our order.

After the door flew off it's hinges and Powerhouse barreled into the room, The Tranquility Tyrant twisted in his chair- a swiveling chair of red fabric, possibly velvet or a similarly expensive material- slowly, the mechanics who were working on his suit finishing their fixes and stepping away, and he laced his fingers, looking at Powerhouse and the doorway where Gabriel was. "Ah...yes. I had been hearing reports about you two ruining my ship." he said, gesturing towards the thug from a few rooms back, who stood in a corner, holding his gun in front of him as if to protect himself. "You have beaten my men, turned my agents, and ruined my ship. All for what? A Parade for nothing?" He asked, standing and pointing to a phonograph, which played classical music from it, then relaxing and sinking back into the chair. "The music those people played was garbage, worthless noise! They do not understand how beautiful this music is, the glory of the great composers. Beethoven, Mozart, Hummel!" He said, growing louder and louder, then becoming quiet again. "They've been replaced, forgotten! By men who forget to wear belts and fifteen year old girls who don't know to stay in the kitchen! What I want, when I hear them, is nothing. I want Silence!" He chuckled, raising a fist. "Tranquility. Thus, I have taken it upon myself to show the world why Silence is better then this ho-hum garbage they call music now." he said, slamming the fist onto his chair's armrest. "But I can see now, neither of you two have an appreciation for what I offer, so instead, I must remove you." He stood up, slowly, his fists clenched and his body covered in his armor, a gold, silver, and red creature with a black T for a face, and snapped his fingers. "You have turned WU, rendered Terror Worthless, and as such, it falls to me to get things done, as always. Guards, remove these men from my presence, and my Blimp." He barked, as several men began to draw their weapons and approach

"Right. Sound Controller. I'll remember it Mr. Gabriel." Powerhouse said, then turned to the door. "I got this one." He said, leaning down like he had seen during Football games, and ran into the door as fast as he could. In one smooth motion it buckled around his shoulder and off the hinges, and Powerhouse ran straight into the next room, as if the door hadn't been there.

With the tree in one hand and knowing it had to get down below, Powerhouse thought for a second as the Zombie-Man told the group to wait. He looked at the tree, then down one of the holes in the floor, then shrugged. "Alright Mr. Dead Head, but do watch your head, and by that, I mean, please do watch out, because I'm about to drop this tree." he said, waiting in case the zombie man had to move out of the way, before pushing the tree through one of the holes, sending it to the basement. "and there" He finished, looking down. "I can come help with the glass if you want? I can't remember the last time I was cut by glass, actually."

Powerhouse enjoys Circuses, and is PL11! he fits all categories!

Nodding alongside Push's statement, Powerhouse waved as the man left, smiling, before turning to Dragonfly. "I might not get all this sciencey stuff, but I'm really good if you need someone strong or whatever to help you with something. Plus, I'm not smart enough to ask questions." He said with a mile, then waved. "So I guess I'll see you later, if you give me a call, or I give you a call." He finished, before running off, heading away from the girl for a few feet before leaping straight into the air and away from her, towards his work that he had abandoned for the time it took for them to deal with the criminals.

Placing a hand to his chin, Powerhouse thought for a minute and decided that he was being a bit too open. He DID have a secret identity to protect, after all, he pointed out to himself, but he attempted to answer the question anyway, or what he would. "Well, I can't say I've worked on anything big alone, but sometimes I get to do little projects in bigger things. I've gotten to carry papers for someone who was." He said, holding back on being proud enough to say exactly which issues of what he'd drawn- he enjoyed his job so much that he had to force himself to shut up about it-, and reaching out to touch the item, though when the Doctor pulled it away, he respectfully put his hands back next to him instead of reaching for it more. "You fit all that into a single item that tiny? It's incredible! And you use it to fight crime?" He said, completely awed. "So you can use it to beat up crooks, then take their pictures, then send them to the cops while gathering evidence for their arrest all with just that? That's... I can't even think up the words!" He finally said, completely out of words to describe it. The next statements from the doctor, however, made him grimace and touch the cold metal on his neck, then looked around, attempting to find something to pull the conversation onto the doctor. He was becoming a bit uncomfortable, now that the restraints were brought up, and he answered while attempting to swiftly steer the conversation. "Yes...I would rather not. Bad memories." He said simply, then attempted to turn the subject. "So, Doctor, uhhh..." He searched around for a bit. "What other cool things do you have? I mean, you already have a 'do everything' thing, but do you have a 'do everything but better' machine or something?" He finally asked, having found nothing in his head and settling for asking something nonsensical about the gadget.

HP for Colt and Goss, for saving innocents instead of taking 'smarter' actions. Turn is Supercape's

As the bullets hit the boss in the chest, the silver skinned man seemed to be about to take a step back, his booted foot leaving the ground, then he slammed it back down, grinning. "Come on, Cowboy. You'll have to do better then that." He said, extending his hands clenched into fists. From the two rings on his hands, he shot out a blast of energy at Colt, using his mind to try and force the Cowboy to believe he had lost his sight. Even as those two exchanged blows, the two who had gone after Push roared at him, the first hitting him square on the Chin with a large fist as he drove straight up next to him, braking at the same instance, though the second flew over the man's face, his blow going over the Hero's body and sending him off his bike and to the ground, while the bike soared into the sky. As the man fell, and the woman was rescued, he seriously thought he was going to die, but then someone grabbed him, taking him to the bridge. Collapsing as she spoke, he breathlessly, nodded, slowly standing up and running away from the bridge, thanking the woman over his shoulder even as he ran as fast as he could.

The compliment to Powerhouse was enough to cause him to stop for a bit, going extremely quiet as he looked at the man's face for some time, first blank, then smiling broadly. "Thank you Doctor! I appreciate your compliments. I really do enjoy my work, so receiving compliments really makes me feel like it's even more fun then I think it is!" He said, but then he stumbled a bit upon being asked about his job, before answering- what could it hurt? the Doctor was a nice man! He kept proving it over and over too!- and he spoke freely with just a momentary stumble. "Ah...I'm a comic artist. For a few years. Though I had to stop for a few years because I wasn't allowed pencils." Powerhouse said, nodding, looking at the designs. They were his usual standard of work, not good, but not bad. He moved them around a bit. He was average, but his skill was drawing almost any different type. He could draw average horror stories, or average superhero stories, but he wasn't goo at any of them. "I kind of take lessons. I work with a bunch of good artists, so I get to look at their work and integrate it into my own." He explained. Powerhouse's attention was drawn to the small object as the Doctor fiddled with it and talked, his eyes shining as the man spoke. "You can do that with just a pen? Is it one of those new Cameras?" He asked, then he flew quickly into silence at the mention of the cops. "Uhh..." That was a tough one. Cops were good. He had thought they were bad, at first, but the cops weren't the cops he was used to."Cops. Well...sure. I can give them the drawings, or you can. I mean, I'd rather not do it personally, but you can give the drawings to them, I suppose." he said, mumbling a bit, but making his words obvious to the doctor.

1/14/11 So, as I was about to head home tonight, one of the people at work stopped me and told me they were having a party in the break room for one of the secretaries, as it was their birthday. I kind of wanted to go home, but he dragged me into the conference room before I could actually raise a complaint- which is weird, because I have super-strength, but who knows-, to the party It was lots of fun, really, spending time with the other people at the office. Then they brought out this thing they called a cake, and they sung this weird song called 'happy birthday'. I mean, I knew it existed, but I'd never heard it before! Then they cut the cake, and actually gave me a piece! I don't know why, it isn't Christmas and I didn't help pay for it, but they still gave some to me! It was delicious, some of the best food I've ever had! While we were cleaning up, someone- I think his name is Jerry- asked me when my Birthday was, which I thought was kind of strange, and I told Jerry it was December 25th. He looked really surprised and asked me why I hadn't mentioned it before; I told him I didn't figure it was important. Jerry then told me that my Birthday was very important, and that this year, on the day before we got out for holidays, they'd have a party for me. That sounds....really nice.

Looking at the door with a frown, Powerhouse then looked up at the roof, the tree in his hands. "I got an idea." He said, then, crouching, leaped upward, and forward, on top of the roof, to him, the Tree was a feather, something he could carry in a single finger. With a grin, he aimed the tree at the hole in the roof and pushed it through it, then jumped down after it, grabbing it before it hit the ground so it didn't fall. "I got it!" He yelled from inside the building, dusting his hands on his pants one after the other to keep a hold on the tree.

"Pencils...would be preferable." Powerhouse muttered, his fingers trailing along the paper slowly. "I use pencils...but I can make do with pens if you can't find any." he added quickly after his statement. He traced out what he was going to draw with his fingers across each one of the sheets, as the colors came to him before he could draw them really, but in his head the pictures were already finished, just waiting for an outlet. As the doctor retrieved the pencils, and he sat about making them. Basic structures, then the girl's more specific facial structures, and then her hair and eyes. Her skin color, her clothing, all of it wet from the rain, scared. Then the wolf was next. Snarling mouth, drooling lips, long teeth with dripping blood, brown fur, hunched over- drawn exaggerated, like a nightmare come to life-, and then the man. He drew him normal, depressingly so, standing over something, his features picked out, brown hair, brown eyes, normal sized. "Right. This is them."

14+12=26 Fails Sense Motive So he's flat footed, which means Colt's attack gets a +10 (would be +26) damage bonus to 40. He'll activate Ultimate Toughness, giving Colt a HP and he'll get a 20, giving him a 37 and he scrapes by with only a bruise. It's the Thugs and Boss's Turn, so here we go! The two thugs will attack Push! 10+8=18 for the first one 3+8=11 for the second If they hit, it's a DC29 Toughness Save The Boss will attempt a Ranged Visual Dazzle on Quote 15+12=27 hits, so it's a Will Save at DC26. The Recovery is Will as well

The large amount of people converging on the men on the bikes caused the leader to look around at them, cracking his neck as he leaned over and placed himself upon his bike again, a massive grin on his face showing a fistful of missing teeth. "Yeah...I figure it's fine if you guys parteh with us. The more the merrier." He said, revving the large bike up slowly. "But we aren't babies when we parteh, so if you can't keep up, then you'll just get left behind." He said, the two rings on his fingers glowing with a muted black color that seemed to drain the color out of the area around them, turning it black and white. "I like your bike though. I'll look good covered in your bloodstains after I beat you with it." He said to the first person, as the ten followers converged into a circle, playing some strange game, which ended with one of them punched in the face and thrown over the bridge, and two other men- apparently the winner- turned their bikes and headed slowly towards Push. With a sigh and a look upwards, the aid floated slowly towards the man in the sky, mostly silent. "I shall deal with you. I suppose." she muttered, seemingly unconcerned.

Yeah, sorry, I got a little distracted. I'm getting to this right now, actually. 7+10=17 for the boss 9+7=16 for the aid 8+25=33 for the Thugs. Thugs Colt Boss Supercape Aid Sage Push