Thunder King

"Just the cover I needed." Thomas mumbled to himself. Thomas closed his eyes, changing into his costume in a moment. Voltage opened them, and grinned. A silver bolt streaked from the fog, slamming into one of the ninjas and carrying her off her feet. A figure, dressed in black and silver, flew through the fog following it. Voltage glared at the assembled ninjas. He wasn't sure who had thrown up the smoke screen, but he didn't care. He was able to dress in his costume. He crossed his arms and floated there, almost inviting retaliation. Suddenly, the frustration of the day dissolved. Waiting at a bank was annoying. Fighting bad guys? That, that he could handle. It was then he realized that they might not even be able to see him clearly. So much for looking intimidated.

Voltage changes into his costume, then fries a ninja with a 20 (taking 10)

"Oh, oh no..." He said, watching the monitor. "Nobody's gonna die on my watch!" he closed his eyes and began gathering energy into himself. For a moment, his body glowed with electricity. He brought his arms in close, shaking his fists. He couldn't fry the whole room, just his enemies. He used his mind to calculate it all precisely. He knew where every target was. He knew how much power to use, how to avoid frying the rest of the room. Only the flies were going to get hit, nothing else. His eyes opened suddenly as he uncoiled his muscles. Lightning flew from his body at the insects, hitting every fly in that direction. It took a lot of effort to control the current, to channel it only into the insects. He knew that even the smallest mistake could cost someone their life, or at the very least, valuable property could be destroyed.

Yeah, that's about right, that should be a DC 21 toughness save; not an automatic failure.

Going to use a power stunt; selective area attack on every fly within range that he is aware is there.

Once he was gone, Mali looked down. "I'm sorry, dad...for everything." To her surprise, her father stood up and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her. This was rare for her, so she embraced him, letting her father hug her. "Nothing to apologize for, little tiger." He said. "You made mistakes, but, you've done me and your great grandfather proud." He pulled back. "Thanks, dad, that means a lot." She said, smiling brightly. A school for super heroes! This was going to be SO cool. "With that, said..." He said. "You still lied to your mother and I. You still went out and fought crime unsupervised. For that, you will be punished." She grimaced. Most fathers would punish with groundings, taking away cell phones, and the like. "Training at dawn, father?" She asked. "Yes, Mali." He said. "You better get what little sleep you can. Understand?" "Y-yes sir..." She lowered her eyes. Well, a new school with super heroes was cool, but this...this was really gonna suck. She walked to her door, hardly able to contain herself and her excitement. She'd make friends, and hang out with super heroes, and... "I should get some sleep..." She said. "Dad's gonna kick my butt tomorrow..." She walked towards her bedroom, a unique feeling of excitement and dread keeping her awake longer than she wanted to be. ---- "So, she's going to that school, dear?" Her mother, Apsari said, as soon as her husband walked into the bedroom. "I'm sorry I wasn't home to meet Mr. Summers. I came through the back door because I didn't want to interrupt your meeting. I heard almost everything." "Oh, it's okay, dear." Annan, Mali's father said, kissing his wife and laying beside her. "I knew she'd say yes. It's in her blood." "You're not actually punishing her tomorrow, are you?" Apsari said, raising her eyebrow. "Absolutely, but, let's say there's a reason she'll be training instead of say, cleaning out the garage." He grinned. Apsari chuckled and yawned. "Goodnight." She kissed her husband.

It took her a moment to realize what he was offering. A chance to train, to learn to be a real superhero, from other heroes. She realized what a grave honor this was, what this chance could mean. She allowed herself a bit of a grin. This was going to be exciting, fun, and interesting. She couldn't wait. "It's not even something I need to think over, I would be honored, sir." She said to the man before her. "I hope to make the school, my legacy, and my father, proud." She said, standing as tall and proud as she could get away with. "...Can I still keep my motorcycle?" She asked, nervously.

"I hadn't thought of it that way, sir." She said, doing her best to look him in the face. "I just got eager." She confessed. "I should have waited until I was eighteen, at least. Either that or found a hero willing to mentor me. That was my mistake, and I'll own up to it." she nodded, looking at the man. She breathed in, closed her eyes, and prepared herself. "I'm willing to accept any consequences that can happen from my actions. I'll apologize to any heroes hurt or mislead by my deception. I messed up, and I'll do whatever it takes to make it right." She prepared herself for something. An arrest, maybe? A stern lecture? She really had no idea who this man was, but she was afraid he was with the government. Her father had raised her to be honest and forthright, and that was what she was going to do now. If she messed up, at the very least she'd own up to it and take whatever punishment she'd been given. At the very least, it was what she owed her father.

She did not know this man. She had no reason to fear him, yet, still, the way he carried himself. Something about him commanded her respect. "I was afraid that they would look down on me." She said. "Underestimate me, look down on me, assume I was less capable. I was wearing a mask and costume. As long as no one knew how old I really was, I thought I'd gain some respect. I never meant any harm, sir." She found herself standing straight when addressing him. "I apologize if I've caused any trouble, sir." She had always been told to be respectful of elders, and this man was certainly no exception.

"That is the answer I would expect." he said, finally. "I am not happy, but I am proud." he allowed himself a small smile. The relief on her face was immediate and overwhelming. It took everything she had not to cry. He was upset, but not nearly as much as she feared. "Your great-grandfather was the Black Tiger, a man legendary in word and deed. You have honored his memory, though you were dishonest to me to do so. You are my little tiger." He said, looking almost mournful. "If I caged you, stopped you from doing this, you would struggle against the cage. Either the cage would fail to hold you, or, perhaps, it would break your spirit." She did not understand his words yet, but she heeded them. Her eyes then met his, to show the respect and honor she could express. She listened to him. "However, I cannot allow this to continue as it has." He leaned back. "We will need to do something about that..." "Wait, how did you find out about me?" Something did not make any sense. She'd done her best to hide everything, and her father had always respected her room. This couldn't have been something he'd simply stumbled into.

"Yes, Father." She said, not looking up. "The spirit of a warrior burns within you, Mali." He said. "I should have realized that something like this would happen. You drove yourself harder into your training. I thought your enthusiasm was responsible. I was wrong." His tone was neutral, flat. She couldn't tell what it was, what his mood was. She just wanted his gaze to lower and her punishment to come. "How come no one ever questioned such a young girl fighting crime?" "I...I lied about my age, Father." She said, not raising her eyes. The shame in her dishonesty was blatant. She hoped he understood her reasons. A girl of 16 would not be considered seriously. "I am not happy." He said, finally. "You have lied to me many times. You have used the teachings I taught you for self defense against others. You have presented yourself falsely to others. Why? To fight crime? To beat people up?" "Because there are bad people in this world." She said, nervously, but frankly. "There are bad people in this world, and good people. The good need protecting."

"Dad I..." "How long?" "Since I got my license, I..." She stopped herself. No excuses, no defenses. She would present herself and her activities frankly and honestly. It was what she deserved. He was her teacher, her father, respect was demanded. "So..." He pursed his lips. He was a man in his early forties, in prime physical condition. For a financial advisor, he was quite capable of fighting. It was he that had taught her everything she knew about fighting. "What am I to do about this?" "I...I have failed you, Father. She said, lowering her eyes, refusing to look at him. I have failed you as a daughter, and a student." Though she looked down, she could feel his eyes burning a hole in her. She was humiliated, angry at herself. Truly, she had been in the wrong. She did not regret becoming a hero, merely deceiving her parents. She'd done a lot of good, but now was not the time to defend herself. Now was the time to defer to her father's wisdom and any punishment. He was always fair to her, he would let her have her say. "Those tales I told you when you were a girl." He said, softening his tone. "They really struck you, didn't they?"

Two muggings, an assault attempt, and a convenience store robbery. Tonight had been a good night for Crimson Tiger, aka Benjawan Mali. She snuck into her basement 'lair' and quickly undressed. Her father had allowed her to deck out the basement as a gym, with showers and such. He wasn't aware of what she was really doing in there. He knew she bought a motorcycle, but not that she had a second, custom bike built. She walked up the stairs, alert, alive, excited, but tired. It had been a good night for her. "Mali..." She heard the voice. It was quiet, angry, disappointed. She instantly lowered her eyes. Her father had probably caught her coming home late. She'd just have to apologize. "I'm sorry I'm late, dad..." She said, turning to shut the door. "I just got caught up in..." Her eyes went wide. Laying at her father's feet was one of her spare masks. She instantly backed towards the door, breathing heavily. When had he found it? What was he going to say?

Youth'ed by AA Changes to Crimson Tiger; Reduce her age to 16 and her birth year to 1995 so she can attend Claremont. Her TOU save should be lower than it is, so please take one of my 2 PP I have available and add it to her base save, which should bring her to +2 CON/+4 base save. Also; her Charisma bonus is not actually included. It should read have a +1 Charisma bonus, not +0 Thank you in advance.

"Oh, it's just giant flies...GIANT FLIES?!" He shouted, jumping back. They were disgusting, hideous, and flying in the middle of a hospital! He was sure that doctor would be even more angry about flies in her hospital, talk about a sanitation risk! Ah, well, it was hardly his fault. He gathered energy through his body and let current flow from his body into the nearest insect. The energy flowed from him into the fly. The fly's body shook for a few seconds, and then fell to the ground. He looked at the other three warily. This attack could not have been a coincidence. It was evident that his ideas and theories were likely true; someone was performing dangerous experiments. He only hoped that they weren't making something even worse than giant flies.

I'll do that then, rather than, well, try to roll for saves that will inevitably fail.

Okay, so, the book says that I can take 10 attacking these flies, and it also says that they're automatically knocked out. They also have to roll a 21 in order to stay conscious, (which they can't do). So do I just describe my turns rather than bother rolling?

This was really, really unexpected, got a 21 on initiative

Voltage gets an 11, not much better

Would it be entirely possible that, in the sudden confusion of that attack, Voltage costumes-up? I have quick change

Going to edit my post to include those results

"Another hospital would be best." He said. "I don't have a hide out or anything like that." "If you put him in an ambulance, I can escort it to another hospital, flying over it. If they make an appearance, I will know about it." He said. "I don't know if I'll be able to ask him any questions, but we'll have to see if he wakes up." He knew they wouldn't have much time left. Whatever happened, he had to know what this guy knew, and what was going on. He was also still concerned about his brother. Sam, unfortunately, might have to wait a bit. He'd find his brother, and stop whatever was going on. "What is that sound?" He said, looking around. It was coming from the window. He walked over to the window, and looked out it.

Surprisingly enough, got a 17 on the notice check

This, well, this sucked. He was stuck in a bank, with bad guys, and would have to figure a way out of the mess. He lowered his head, but for a moment. His mind reached out and found a nearby wireless signal. Hacking into it effortlessly, he then went online and checked every resource he knew about for information on these individuals. He gathered a great deal of information on them, and sighed, this was going to suck even worse. He had to get them away from the civilians, put on his costume, and then defeat them without anyone knowing who he was, and all while under the constant gaze of them. This was beyond annoying.

Using the Computers skill instead of Gather Information as per Online Research; gathering information on the Katanarchists,got a 39