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Vicky barely caught Zap before she returned the hug. "Zap! Nice to see you again...," Vicky struggled for a lie to avoid giving away either her or her roommate's secret identities in the middle of the crowd. "Thanks again for fending off that Max-head. Not sure what I would have done if he'd stolen my sketches." Turning a smirk towards Brian, "Also on the subject of hobbies, if it happens again I should add, 'I get saved from a mugging by a hot superheroine every now and then' to the list." When she heard Janis yell 'kitty' towards the speedster, Vicky winced painfully inside. While her own first reaction to Jubatus hadn't been that tactless, she'd still noticed enough that the Cheetah-man was less than thrilled with being seen as an animal first an a person second.

Vicky had resist an urge to dig out her sketch book. "Mostly fantasy stuff. Wizards, elves, orcs, that type of stuff. I'm also working on a story with what I'm drawing. Once I have more done I'd like to submit it to one of the publishers with a fantasy imprint." "What kind of music do you usually listen to? I've been on an Apocalyptica and Two Steps From Hell kick myself."

Vicky excused herself, leaving the table with a kiss on Morgan's cheek as she rose. She spotted Silent Vigil quickly enough after scanning the crowd. In a silent puff of smoke she vanished from the place in the walkway she stood and reappeared next to his table. "Silent Vigil, good to see you're okay," she greeted with a warm smile. Extending her hand to shake his metallic one, she added, "Excellent fight, you sir, are a worthy opponent. Now then, you said you wished to speak, and now seems as good a time as any. Sup?"

Vicky looked up from her own meal and to only the most careful of watchers would notice her hand slip under the table under Crow's yelp and blush. "One pinch, as requested," she smirked at his response. "That said Crow, very impressive fight. I've got some awesome pictures to put online when we get back home." She finished her plate, thinking about the upcoming matches.

Vicky gave her hand to the other teen, remembering to check her strength while exchanging grips. "I know how you feel Brian, I think that's a major part of high school. It took me a while but I learned to filter most of the background noise out during class, saving it for lunch, between classes, or back in the common room in the dorms," she said. "As for how Haiti was, I think hot would be a solid description. But it was a good way to spend spring break. Plus, the quiet nights let me get some drawing done," she smiled. When she heard a familiar voice she turned and fought hard not to let her tongue slip back to the Russian of her parent's home, "Hello Sam, nice to meet you." If he could have seen her eyes, they'd have shown the hint of recognition for her acquaintance with the oversized avian partner.

I'm still in SC, though it should be noted that when the rewards go out, Wisp will be jumping to PL 11.

Wisp Damn Ninjas Habitat for Metahumanity In the Blink of an Eye Jade Arenas of Heaven: Shock the Monkey Mangled Metal The New Batch Save the Girlfriend, Save the World Space Safari: Jubatus, Wisp, and the Monkey Wayward Transit

Wisp gave a more sincere grin and glanced towards Morgan, "Fighting dirty is one of Red Hand's rules. Not the way I was originally taught but I find it works fairly well." Vanishing in another cloud of her smoke she reappeared behind Silent Vigil and dropped kicked him in the back, landing in a handspring and rolling forward to land a series of quick rapid strikes in his stomach and sides finalizing with a solid kick to the shoulder.

1d20+17=30, 1d20+15=18 Yeah, gonna go ahead and blow an HP on that attack roll. 1d20+15=22 +10 for hero point being under 11 on the die = 32. Looks like a DC 32 toughness save.

Wisp gave a slight smirk at Silent Vigil's not-compliment, "Thanks." His comment about a North Korean trying to bring landmines across the border with him however left her a little queasy. Rather than make a comment, she started into her next attack. Combining flips and teleports, she moved in and delivered a handful of kicks, open-palm strikes, and as he fell back from her last attack she grabbed his wrist and pulled him in to drive her shoulder into his sternum.

1d20+17=37, 1d20+13=31. Acrobatic bluff check, power attacked -2 atk/+2 tough autofire strike. As per the note on the page, both rolls are including the +2 Master Plan bonus.

Wisp bowed to her opponent, "Indeed." Sliding into a fighting stance Wisp bounced on her toes lightly as the cheers of the crowd washed over her. Glancing at the stands she saw Morgan and the rest of the crew from Freedom showing their support. After being told to begin, she burst into motion. In a puff of smoke Wisp left her position, attempting to slip behind Vigil. Striking with a open palm blow to the kidneys she followed up the blow with a kick to the head. Watching him recover effortlessly after she backflipped away she sighed, That is so unfair, as she dodged his counter attack.

Sorry for the delay. Greyhound and the MTA suck... About to post.

1d20+15=24 for a hide in plain site stealth check, 1d20+13=15 for an attack Gonna spend an HP and reroll that last one... 1d20+13=19+10 due to hero point = 29

1d20+7=12

Vicky took a sip from her own vanilla bean frap, which unlike her companion's lacked whipped cream. "Well, if I suddenly gain the ability to shoot bolts of concentrated psionokinetic force from my hand, I'd be forced to think Gygax is pulling the strings of fate from beyond the grave. ...Which given this town, is a distinct possibility actually." When Lynn got to asking about her powers, she glanced around behind her glasses. Relaxing she answered the questions, "One, maybe two people depending how heavy a person we're talking. As for distance, I'm afraid your drink would need a cab to get across town in one jump. My personal best is about two and a half football fields. And you're right about pushing them. When I started I could only manage about fifty feet. I actually was looking at some of the rooftops over by school for a 'jogging' route in the morning, a mix of basic running, le parkour, and short successive jumps." The excitement in her voice, despite the fact it remained low enough for her words to travel a minimal distance, showed Vicky was looking forward to her urban obstacle course.

Wisp ducked into her duffel bag, looking for her phone, moving a sketchbook and notebook out of the way, until she pulled her phone out. She quickly zipped the bag back up before Morgan could peek inside and see a present she'd planned to give him during their little trip to Boston. "Thank you," she said, imitating almost perfectly John's own bow before shoving the bag under the table. As the gong sounded, a feeling of dread and thrill of excitement coursed through Vicky as she awaited the first matches.

Character Name: Technyik (Russian for Technician) Trade-Offs: -4 Defense / +4 Toughness In Brief: Former Russian scientist, now a high ranking Russian mob member. Alternate Identities: Boris Trotsky, Vladamir Gorbachev Identity: Secret (the public at large sees Boris as a respectable businessman) Birthplace: Moscow, Russian Empire Occupation: Businessman, Russian-mob scientist Affiliations: Russian-mob Family: None Age: 110 January, 1891 Apparent Age: 29 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 6'1†Weight: 230lbs Eyes: Blue Hair: Black Description: A large, muscular and fit man who wears the mask of being a successful businessman very well. He supplies the Russian Mob with specialty drugs, weapons, power-armor, and other high tech gadgets. Power Descriptions: His mind is his greatest weapon, though Boris backs that up with a body altered by a blend of steroids and chemical treatments. He's been transformed from wimpy science nerd into a muscular super-man. History: Boris was born in Moscow, where as a child he showed a strong interest in science. By the time he was in his late teens he had earned several degrees in chemistry and physics. When Russia became involved in The Great Patriotic War, Boris was drafted and issued a research lab with as many aids and resources as he requested given his schooling. His primary mission was to create a super-soldier serum, allowing Russia to stand on equal ground with their fascist enemies. His research however didn't produce results that the army could mass reproduce. After the war, he tested a serum on himself, the effects of the drug cocktail de-aged him back into his 20s while making his body more physically fit than any other time in his life. He remained in the employ of the state during the Cold War, designing tech and treatments for KGB spies. One of his greatest accomplishments was converting a serum based off blood samples collected from Superior found in a captured Nazi lab during the war. After the fall and subsequent chaos of the USSR's transition into the Russian Federation, Boris smuggled himself, his research, and his prototypes out of Russia and to America where he used his genius intellect and natural charisma to build a suitable cover for himself while gathering subordinates as a specialized arms dealer for the mob. Personality & Motivation: Boris is very straight forward in his dealings, if he wants something from you he will get it while inflicting a minimal amount of collateral damage. He uses his genius and power for one thing, collecting more of the latter. Powers & Tactics: He's most willing to let his vanilla flunkies act as canon fodder, then send in his powered lieutenants before even entertaining the idea of getting his hands dirty. When he does, he likes to surprise opponents with how strong he really is. Abilities: 20 + 4 + 20 + 16 + 4 + 6 = 70PP Strength: 30 (+10) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 30 (+10) Intelligence: 26 (+8) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 12 + 0 = 0PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +6 (+10 Unarmed) Grapple: +19 Defense: +6 (+6 Base), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -7 Saving Throws: 0 + 5 + 5 = 10PP Toughness: +14 (+10 Con, +4 Protection) Fortitude: +10 (+10 Con) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +0 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 96R = 24PP Bluff 8 +11 Craft: Chemical 10 +18 Craft: Electronics 10 +18 Craft: Mechanical 10 +18 Diplomacy 8 +11 Intimidate 12 +15 Knowledge: Physical Sciences 10 +18 Knowledge: Technology 10 +18 Language: (Russian [Native], English, Latin) Notice 8 +10 Sense Motive 8 +10 Feats: 59PP [Feat Name] Attack Specialization (unarmed 2) Benefit 4 (Wealth 3, alternate identity 1) Equipment 5 Inventor Master Plan Minions 15 Sidekick 30 (Natasha) Startle Powers: 6 + 3 + 4 + 7 = 20PP Immunity 6 (Aging, disease, environmental cold and heat, poison, sleep) [6PP] Leaping 3 [3pp] Protection 4 [4pp] Super-Strength 3 (effective strength 45, heavy load 6 tons) (Power Feats: Ground strike) [7pp] DC Block: ATTACK   RANGE   SAVE            EFFECT Unarmed   Touch   DC25 Toughness (Staged)   Damage (Physical) Abilities (70) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (26) + Feats (59) + Powers (20) - Drawbacks (0) = 208 Power Points

The warm breeze blew through Victoria's long white hair as she walked towards the bus stop. She carried her sketchbook, drawing implements and iPhone in her bag. She shielded her unnaturally colored eyes, both from the sun and from anyone who might be notice she and her costumed identity Wisp shared the same ocular condition, with her sunglasses. Reaching the bus stop, she read several of the flyers, especially interested in the one for an upcoming sci-fi/fantasy convention. When she was disturbed from her reading by a familiar voice, she glanced next to her and her face lit with a smile as she recognized Marceau from their little adventure in Haitian home building. "Indeed. Good to see you again Marceau," she said , lowering the shades slightly and meeting his eyes before replacing the eye-gear.

Wisp glanced aside at her boyfriend, "Last time he and one of our friends had a boxing match, if I'm recalling the story correctly, a troll busted into the gym." At Crow's request, her eyebrows shot up under her mask. "Sun Wukong, before you agree or decline, if you accept can you send somebody back to Red Hand's place and bring my bag back? My iPhone's in there and I'd really, really like to record that and post it on YouTube."

"During a softball game for gym class, I managed to break my right arm. Cast-on-arm when I showed up for D&D, I couldn't shake the dice well in my right hand. But my first roll with my left hand, I rolled a natural 20. When I confirm the critical, I rolled another one. The third roll was another confirmed hit. My character, a 'soul archer' if you're familiar with the game, basically my character recreated that scene from Scanners on a very big, very angry green dragon. In the first round of combat. So, because these were the first rolls I'd made left handed, Lefty stuck."

When Myr sat down with the group Vicky nodded towards her friend, "Cannon, 'Clad, don't know if you've met Myrmidon around town. And thanks for the offer. We'll have to set up some training time. And maybe I'll finally be able to drag you over to the gaming console, Crow and I keep meaning to get you hooked on the wonderful world of Halo." She finished this last sentence just in time for her boyfriend's lips to land on her cheek. "Speak of the devil," she said leaning over to return the kiss. "I for one slept like a log. The bed was huge too, not like the dorm bed back home. Maybe you should have stayed last night..."

Vicky lifted the mask around her eyes, "Doubt I really need to remove the mask, I mean how common can white haired teenage girls with red irises and black sclera be in Freedom? But anyway, my real name's Victoria Knight," she said keeping her voice low enough only the two sitting with her could hear. Vicky took a swig of orange juice before replacing her mask. "Well, I did some martial arts training as a kid. Little karate, little savate. Thinking of picking up some Krav Maga instruction too. This isn't my first tournament, just the first one involving metahumans and a freakin' monkey god," she said.

Wisp returned the smile, her mood brighter than usual in the morning, "Good morning." Eying the other girl's plate she added, "Impressive buffet, isn't it? I can't help but wonder if they do catering." As she finished a pile of pancakes that would qualify as a competitive eating challenge by themselves, she kept her eyes peeled for any of the other Claremonters, especially her boyfriend. Returning her attention to the newcomer, Vicky gave a friendly smile, "I don't think we've met, my name's Wisp. And you are?"

Wisp held the phone against her ear, adjusting her hair so the white locks wouldn't be pressed between the plastic and her skin. In a whisper she answered, "I can hear you. I can see a trail of dropped swag on the floor but not him. I'm going to observe for a few more minutes. If he moves, keep me posted. Until then, I'll get to know what a TV dinner feels like." Holding completely still, Wisp waited patiently, her eyes and ears keen for any noises.