Thunder King

I mean, if you have any, sure.

Batallion (PL8/10) - Thunder King Unspent Power Points: 0 All PP must be spent at character creation but unspent points may accrue during play. Trade-Offs: +2 Damage/-2 Attack (melee only) In Brief:German-American teenaged battle suit. Catchphrase: Theme:. Alternate Identity: Alexis Schwartz Birthplace: Munich, Bavaria, Germany Residence: Freedom City Base of Operations: Claremont Academy Occupation: Student Affiliations: None Family: Karl Schwartz, Father. Emma Schwartz, mother. Jacob Schwartz older brother, Claudia Schwartz, older sister Tomas Schwartz, older brother. Description: Age: 16 (April 19, 2007). Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5’1”/6’8” in the Battalion Armor Weight: 105 lbs/350 lbs in the Battallion Armor Eyes: Brown Hair: Brown Alexis is a short, slight teen girl with big glasses and a lot of pride. She never slouches, always holding her head up. She’s not unpretty, but she doesn’t put a lot of time or energy into her appearance. She carries the bearing of someone who’s used to being overlooked. She wears a lot of jeans and t-shirts, mostly blank. The Battalion armor is six foot eight inches tall and looks like a suit of medieval knight’s armor, colored black with dark blue accents. In it, she wields a big mace and wears a large tower shield on her other arm. There’s a small energy blaster built into both wrists. History: Alexis always dreamed of being big. Her father is north of two meters, and her mother is fairly tall as well. Both of her brothers are as tall as their dad, and her sister is near the equal of their mother. Alexis is the only member of the family that one can call ‘short’. Alexis was born to Karl and Emma Schwartz. Her father had been a supervillain in Germany from the mid-90s through the early 2000s. He met and married American fitness model Emma Lawrence, and moved to Freedom City to be with her. Karl reformed and quit the villainy business in 2001, right before he and his wife got married. She was already pregnant with their first child, Jacob. They moved to the United States, specifically Freedom City, where Karl used his wealth to build up business contracts and reestablish himself in the United States. Alexis went to a prep school for rich kids for most of her early life. However, she was easily smarter than most of her class, and asked her father for tools and bits of old tech so she could tinker around. One day, shortly after her 15th birthday, her father stumbled into his workshop to find that Alexis had constructed the beginnings of a mechanized battle suit, a suit of personal armor of great physical strength and energy blasters mounted on the gauntlets. He realized that he had a nascent supervillain in his own home, and, after reaching out to some contacts in the super community, decided to send her to Claremont Academy to correct her course. Personality & Motivation: Alexis is at Claremont because she has to be, not because she wants to be. She’s eager to make friends and show her stuff, but her goals are not entirely heroic. The Battalion suit is still in continuous development, and Alexis is looking forward to a chance to use it in a proper scrap. Still, she is at a school for superheroes, and while that isn’t necessarily her goal, she’ll play along if it means getting a chance to grow her skills and properly learn. Powers & Tactics: The Battalion armor is not a subtle machine. In it, Alexis moves with a fairly plodding pace. As Battalion, Alexis firmly believes that straightforward brute force is often the best solution to any problem. Despite her brilliant mind, Alexis would rather hit her problems than solve them with cleverness. Power Descriptions: The Battalion armor stands at over six feet eight inches tall. The wrist mounted energy blasters fire brilliant blue blasts of energy. However, the main offensive tool of her armor is the mace. Her power mace is little more than a metal cudgel, swung with significant force. Complications: Cynical: Alexis has never been popular with anyone but her doting parents. She’s frequently overlooked even by her older siblings. Because of this, she is slow to trust, and already deeply cynical before her eighteenth birthday. Unsubtle: Alexis is a fan of complex machines and simple plans. She will suggest the quickest, most efficient course of action in every context in which she has a say. She will endeavor to convince her allies to act decisively, even when that isn’t the most prudent decision. Proud: She is a genius engineer and the daughter of a genius engineer. She has a big ego, and will try to make people answer for it if they bruise it. Clunky: The Battalion armor is much bigger than Alexis herself. This means that, in some situations, it might make things inconvenient for herself or others due to its sheer size. She might break things in it by accident. Normal Identity: Alexis has no powers or combat abilities if she’s deprived of the Battalion armor. All she’s left with is her clever mind and the skills she has developed with it. Abilities: -2 + 4 + 2 + 5+ 4+ 6 = 24PP Strength: 24/8 (+7/-1) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 12 (+1) Intelligence: 20 (+5) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 16 (+3) Combat: 6 + 6 = 12PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +6 Melee, +8 Ranged (energy Blast) Defense: +8 (+2 Base, +5 Shield), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +13 (+17 with Super Strength) Knockback: -7 Saving Throws: 13 5 + 4 + 4 = 13PP Toughness: +8 (+1 Con, +7 Protection, +7 Impervious) Fortitude: +6 (+1 Con, +5) Reflex: +6 (+2 Dex, +4) Will: +6 (+2 Wis, +4) Skills: 96R = 24PP Bluff 7 (+10) Computers 11 (+16) Craft (Electronic) 11 (+16) Craft Mechanical 11 (+16) Disable Device 7 (+10) Diplomacy 7 (+10) Knowledge (Earth Sciences) 10 (+15) Knowledge (Life Sciences) 5 (+10) Knowledge (Physical sciences) 9 (+14) Knowledge (Technology) 11 (+16) Search 7 (+12) Feats: 13PP Accurate Attack All-Out Attack Attack Focus Melee 3 Attack Focus Ranged Attack Specialization 2 (Energy Blasts) Benefit Wealth Eidetic Memory Improved Grab Improved Grapple Improvised Tools Powers: 64= 64PP Device: Battalion Suit Blast 8 (energy blast)(80 ft) [16PP] Enhanced Strength 16 [16PP] Flight 3 (50 mph) [6PP] Protection 7 [7PP] Shield 5 [5PP] Speed 3 [3PP] Super-Senses 2 (Low-Light vision, Ultravision) [2PP) Super-Strength 4 to 5.6 tons [8PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 23 Toughness Damage Mace Touch DC 25 Toughnes Damage Energy Blast Ranged DC 23 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities 24) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (24) + Feats (13) + Powers (64) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points

John knew one of the two vehicles had this man’s driver. If he let him get there, he would drive off. Just as the man got to his car, John landed on the hood of the car and stared him dead in the eye. “What the hell do you want, freak?” He stammered. Without even looking away from the seller, John shattered the windshield with his bare hand and knocked the driver out cold. John stepped off the car and walked toward the seller, malice in his eyes. “Look, man, I got money, take it. It’s inside. Lemme just get out of here, and…” HIs courage failed him, and he turned to run. He ran straight into John. Though he was the taller of the two, he did nothing to budge John. John snatched the man by his chin and lifted him clear into the air with as much effort as he might a jug of milk. “You like guns.” He said walking forward, the man dangling helplessly in his hand. “You’ve seen this city, man, it’s a hellhole.” “People like you make it worse.” “What do you want from me, man…I’m just a middleman, I just…” John reached into his coat and pulled from it a sawed-off shotgun. He leveled it at the seller’s head. “Have you ever been shot?” “N-no, no man, I…” “I have. This is a twelve gauge, sawed-off, double barreled shotgun. Now, I’ve never seen one of these fired so closely before, so I don’t know what it’s going to do.” The man began shaking in raw terror as John leveled the shotgun directly at his face, touching the tip of the barrel against his nose. Suddenly, his hand jerked to the side, and John fired both barrels into the wall behind the seller’s head, with the barrel inches from his right ear. “I’d like to imagine you are the most afraid you’ve ever been in your life.” John said, letting the man collapse to the ground. He held one hand up to his ear in pain. The man was a stuttering mess. John gripped the shotgun in both hands and, after some effort, bent the barrel to the point of uselessness. “You will remember tonight.” John said. “You will remember the night I had your life in my hands. If I could do that to hard wood and steel, imagine what I could have done to your bones.” He sneered down at the shaking man, and walked away. He turned towards the warehouse where he saw the other driver stare in amazement. The driver took off driving, and John let him go. Let him tell everyone he knew what he saw here tonight, what the Tattered Man could do. John found the guns and broke each one with his bare hands. He gathered up the ammo to dispose of somewhere. Last, he took up the cash. The life of a vigilante crime fighter gave John few money making opportunities, and he wasn’t above taking ill-gotten gains to feed, house and clothe himself. Most of the cash would be slipped into the coffers of trustworthy charities throughout the city. He didn’t bother surrendering any of it to the cops. He had two old scars on the back of his head that told him how fruitless that would be. John returned to his motel room. He stopped by the office and paid for the next month before settling into bed, falling to sleep just before dawn.

His enhanced hearing allowed him to hear everything. They had about ten guns, ready for sale. He’d gotten there just in time. He pried one of the windows open, and let himself drop to the rafters that held the lights. All in all, there were twelve men. Two men, presumably the buyer and the seller, stood near a table with a bag and a couple of wooden crates, he assumed they contained the guns. The men seemed to have five each, all standing a distance away. They were the guards and thugs, here to make sure the deal went smoothly. None of the men below seemed to notice when he pulled the cord out from the first light, or the second one. By the fourth they were trying to figure out what was wrong. As far as they could tell, it might be a power failure. He was too far up and it was too dark in the rafters for any of them to see him. All they saw was the light in the building slowly going out as he disconnected each one. He left the last one, right above his targets. Then, he dropped. He landed on the table where the cash and guns had been placed and shattered it with his impact. He was completely unharmed and stood up slowly to stare the buyer straight in the eye. He knew this wasn’t the best tactic, but they needed to know that they had something to fear. The man reached for his gun, but John kicked him hard in the chest, sending him crumpling to the ground. He had seconds before the rest of them would draw their guns and fire on him. He picked one of the men out in the shadows, and leaped towards him. He blocked his head with his arms in case the man got a shot off, landed into a crouch, and knocked him off his feet with a vicious uppercut. Two of the twelve were down. He ran quickly towards the next man and kicked him in the side of the head. He heard a shot go off, then another. They had no idea where he was, they were just panicking. He spotted the third man’s rifle and whipped it across the room at one of the men on the other side of the light. It hit him square in the chest and sent him sprawling. He ran towards the next man, who managed to level his rifle at him. John hopped to the left in mid stride, then the right before he reached him, nailing the man with a straight punch to the nose. He whipped around, tattered coat spinning as he turned to the sixth man. This one just stared in horror as John approached. John kicked him in the gut and sent him crumpling to the floor. The seventh man, who was right by the sixth, raised his hands as if to block a punch. Instead, John grabbed him by his arm and threw him over his shoulder at the eighth man. The ninth man drew his pistol and had him dead to rights. John ducked low and charged in. He managed to shoot John in the shoulder before John tackled him, lifted him, and threw him hard on the concrete floor. The final three men broke out into a run. John bolted after them. He reached the tenth man only a few feet away, grabbed him by the back of his coat, and threw him hard to the floor. The eleventh man almost made it to the door. John jumped into the air, landed in front of him, and kicked him hard in the chest, sending him sprawling back into the warehouse. Only the seller remained.

John landed beside Sally and walked up. She was sitting outside the diner, a cigarette in her hand. She was in her mid-fifties, wearing an old stained jacket over a server’s uniform. She was somewhat heavyset, with graying hair and pale skin. Still, her gray eyes were still sharp, and she was clever when it counted. She glanced up at John. John Smith, aka the Tattered Man, was not a tall man. However, towered over her. Sally handed him a bag with a sandwich, a bottle of soda, and a bag of chips. He tried to pay him, but she turned him down. A few months prior, John had scared off a pair of would-be robbers and broken their guns. They ran off in a tear, and Sally had given him free food on occasion, since. “Thank you.” John said, sincerely. He knew from experience that you give everyone the same base respect. Sally was a good person, and she didn’t have to give him anything. Sally’s Diner was not a star restaurant, but it was a fine little place to eat. Sally kept it clean, and her cooking was decent enough for what it was. John liked her diner for more than just food, however. People saw old Sally as little more than wallpaper, and they let all sorts of juicy details slip. Neither mentioned it, but Sally had slipped a little note into the wrapping of his sandwich. She had an amazing memory, and passed any info John could use along. John turned to leave and sort out the night’s activities. “Hey, do you think you’re gonna make Bedlam a better place like this?” She asked. John turned back. “No.” “Why bother?” “I can’t fix Bedlam, but I can make a difference.” Sally nodded. “Alright. Maybe one day one of them big supers from over in Freedom City will come help wash this place clean.” “I doubt it. Thank you again.” John vanished back into the shadows, away from the light outside Sally’s Diner. He slipped into an alley and bounded up the walls before he landed on the roof. The sandwich was turkey, swiss and mayo. He devoured it, having not eaten much that day. His powers made him tougher than most people, so he could live longer without food. Didn’t do much to stop him from getting hungry. He read the note. There was a deal going down in one of the warehouses. A few guns for some cash. He couldn’t make Bedlam a better place by himself, but he wasn’t about to let them make it worse. He finished his dinner and stretched. The sale was in an hour or two, which gave him plenty of time to scout ahead. When he got to the warehouse, it was obvious that something was going down. There were four cars parked outside the warehouse, two of them were idling with just drivers in them. He considered disabling the vehicles, but he couldn’t risk the people inside getting warned. Instead, if anyone escaped he’d simply have to catch them before they got too far. It took little effort to climb up the side of the warehouse and peer into the windows to see the deal below.

vCat-Sith Simon signaled something resembling sympathy, and moved no closer to Neko. He did, however, make sure she knew she wasn't alone, unless she wanted him to leave. He wasn't entirely sure what happened, but he could tell she was upset, so he decided to sit up in the tree to keep her company. He stretched, and curled up. He kept his eye on Neko, letting her know he was just going to be there.

Cat-Sith Simon wasn't quite ready for the crowd that gathered, and, so, slowly slipped away. He doubted anyone noticed, or cared all that much. Then, Neko climbed up the tree. He slipped in to cat form, walked around the tree, and hopped up the other side. He climbed on to a nearby branch and curled up comfortably. "Don't mind me." He said, one yellow eye glancing at the girl. "Just enjoyin' one of my favorite spots on campus. I ain't good with all these people just yet."

Cat-Sith Simon didn't want to admit that he didn't relate to his foster parents very well, so he just said. "They're nice people." Simon turned to Holly and gave a broad smile. "Why, yes, I am. Thank you, yours is very nice. People didn't have hair dye from where I came from. I don't know Owain or Neko very well, I just got a bit thirsty." He had to admit, she was pretty. Claremont was full of pretty girls. This was not a negative. When he heard a reference to cats, he chuckled to himself. Then, his form shifted in shadow, and he was replaced by a small black cat, with a white spot on it's chest. He blinked up at the rest of the crowd. He gave a cat-like languid stretch. He briefly considered jumping up to the counter, but he didn't want to get his fur on their wares. So, after showing off a bit, he changed back into his human form.

Cat-Sith Simon was already on campus, having nowhere else to go. He avoided any and al responsibility as an 'upper-classman', but he did decide to actually get out of his room. He decided the little lemonade stand was a good place to start. He hopped down from a nearby wall and walked over. "Oo, lemonade." He said, fishing around in his pockets. "Sounds good." He looked up, and up, and up, at the much taller boy, and handed him the coins. "Can't blame ya for makin' a little money. No shame in offerin' up something to drink. A little honest business never hurt nobody."

Saturday August 20th There were certain advantages to catlike mobility. One was solitude, when he needed it. He had his bundled lunch sitting beside him as he sat on the roof, just staring out into the distance. He didn't quite acquire a taste for fish sticks, as they were called. He knew what they were, like sausages made from fish, battered and fried. He ate them, but they weren't the same thing. Even before he was turned into a cat, he had a thing for fish. Fresh fish, caught right from the river or lake, cooked properly. He loved a lot of modern food. Once he got used to how well seasoned everything was he discovered such a wonderful variety of foods. He let one foot dangle off the roof. He liked sitting up here. Few people would bother him. One thing he almost missed about being a cat was all the solitude it afforded him. He could socialize if he was inclined, or he could just keep out of reach. Humans loved a little black cat, but he never let himself get too close. He never had friends. Not before he turned into a cat, not while he was a cat, and not in the nearly two years since he turned back into a human. The faculty encouraged him to see a therapist, and that had been surprisingly helpful. He was trying to let go of his fears. He didn't need to be afraid anymore. He could, maybe, make friends for once. He ate the last of his fish sticks and took a deep breath. Then, he reached behind him and untied the string he used to keep his ponytail up. He shook his head and let his hair fall to his shoulders. He liked having long hair, even though it got him looks. Let people look, he thought, standing up. He stretched, and looked over what he could see of the campus. He was going to try new things, he thought, meet people, make friends. Then, he jumped off the roof.

Crimson Tiger May 15th, 2022. Early Afternoon. Freedom City Mali gave a little turn and waited patiently. The designer was sketching her body to get a better handle on things. Mali's figure was a bit unusual, she knew, so the designer wanted to design for her. Once a brief outline of her body was done, the designer motioned her over. "Now, color, what are you..." "Crimson and black, please. They're my signature colors, and they look good on me." "I should have predicted." The designer chuckled. "I've been working with you for a while. Dresses aren't my usual forte, but I've designed a few. Besides, you've got a good eye for fashion." Mali nodded. "I'm thinking backless, sleeveless." "Sleeveless?" "I put hours into these guns." Mali shrugged. "I'm a superhero. I wanna be me." "Very well." The designer began to sketch. The top of the dress was attached to a pair of straps that ran up to a choker that Mali would wear. The straps would connect to the dress on her upper torso, split to cover her chest and expose her sternum, then connect to the rest of the dress, which would then extend around her lower body. That gave her plenty of mobility and gave Mali a chance to show off her sculpted upper body. The lower part of the dress would hug her hips and then split somewhere around her right thigh, giving her lower body maneuverability as well. Malia also requested long black gloves to match the dress. She was planning on some plain, relatively simple and comfortable black flats. She enjoyed looking elegant, but she did not enjoy foot pain. "Oh, one last idea." Mali said suddenly to the designer. "I want a shawl. A faux fur shawl." "Oh?" "Yeah, I want it to cover my upper body, my shoulders and upper arms. I want to wrap it around myself and then when I'm out there in public, I can just take it off and wow them." "I can arrange that. What are you going to do for a mask?" "I've got this composite alloy...thing, that someone agreed to make for me. It'll offer basic protection. It has a little clasp I can attach to put it on easy. OH, and I'm getting these contact lenses that will color my eyes greenish gold, like a real tiger." The designer nodded. "Well, I can get this put together with plenty of time. You'll come back for a fitting, we'll make adjustments, then I'll have it ready for you before you leave for the Gala." "Thank you so much. Just let me know when I need to come in for a fitting." Mali said. She stood up and walked out of the store. June 21, 2022 Crimson Tiger arrived. She held up the burner phone she brought and used it's camera as a mirror. Her makeup was flawless, even though people would only really see her lipstick. She smirked into the camera, and put her phone away. Trap or no trap, she was going to have a hell of a night. And who knows, maybe some actual fun for once?

Mali nodded. "So I have a few ideas" She stood up. "Why don't we start with some basic punches. Just learn the basic movements, learn how to move your bodies, to maximize the power and effectiveness. It sounds like you don't really have a problem with hitting hard." Mali stepped out into the middle of the room and threw a few quick punches. "Precise movements, with practice, can deliver consistent results. We're looking to consistently hit the target. Learn how to hit specific areas more often and more precisely." She did the same punches, again, this time practically in slow motion. "Notice how the punch starts with my hips, abs and chest before it gets to my arm. Notice how I have my feet planted. A wide stance to maximize power, but...." She did a quick Ali shuffle, moving her feet back and forth. "Also having a stance I can pop right back out of if I need to move. Honestly, I think starting with learning how to throw some basic punches would do you a lot of good. After that, we can work on grapples, kicks and other tricks." She motioned for Bernadette to practice. "Start slow, so I can watch your form, how you move. You'll get to actual punching soon enough.

"I thought like a person sometimes, and like a cat other times. I always remembered being a human, but how much I remembered changed, and I can't take any other forms." Simon eyed the food rather cautiously. "...I do like food." he admitted. "One thing about the future, the food got a whole lot better."

Cat-Sith Cat-Sith blinked a few times at the sudden change to a cabin. He was surprised, but it passed quickly. His life had been such a chaotic mess of magic lately that her spell, or whatever it was, didn't shock him nearly as much as it might have someone else, but he did get surprised. "...well I was born in 1742. I got turned into a cat because I stole a little cat statue, and I got turned back into a human last year. Well, except for the fact that I can still turn into a cat, and I have some other abilities even when I'm not a cat. Would you like to know anything else?" Simon was somewhat nervous, talking to an experienced superhero.

Adam chuckled. "Not sure if I want any wine myself, but, ehhh, maybe I'll try it. I'm not even sure if I can get drunk, actually." He put his arm around Lulu and relaxed. This was going to be a fun trip. "I might snack a bit on the charcuterie board, but I'll be nice about it and not devour it all myself, which I could." He gave Lulu a gentle squeeze and took a deep breath. "Wherever you feel comfortable, Davyd." he said.

Mali smiled. "Nice to meet you. I'm Crimson Tiger." She stood up and gave the young woman a quick smile. "No you've barely kept me waiting at all. I asked to meet here because I figured we could get down to business." "So, let me see." She began to pace slightly. "I'd like to get a sense of what you can do. Not just what your powers are, but what you've figured out about them. How you can use them, exploit them. I'm sure you've experimented with them, but maybe we can figure out some new tricks. You can tell me what you think you need to work on, and, maybe, I can help you."

Teachings from a Tiger: Crimson Tiger and Multi-Girl thread.

Claremont Academy Workout Room It was strange being back at Claremont after all these years. When she got asked if she wanted to mentor a student, she jumped at the chance. She was sitting in one of the work out areas, waiting patiently. She had sent a note along to Multi-Girl to ask her to come here instead of meeting elsewhere. She assumed the young woman would benefit from her particular areas of expertise; kicking down doors, kicking bad guy ass, and sneaking around when it was the smarter thing to do. She was vaguely aware that the young woman could make duplicates of herself. That was a neat trick, Mali reflected. She'd been in the heroism business for about ten years, and having a second Crimson Tiger around would certainly make that easier. She hadn't been there for long, and just needed to wait a few minutes.

Cat-Sith Simon didn't get the reference behind the booth, but that was okay. His mentor was an attractive woman, so that was a plus. "Salutations." He said, smiling. She looked about like what was described to him. Remarkably, she was shorter than he was. He was glad for that, everyone seemed to be taller than him in the future. "I am called Cat-Sith." he said, not sure how to greet her. He extended his hand. He realized that might not be appropriate, but he didn't know what was appropriate all the time. He hoped she would forgive him. "I can turn into a cat." he said, blurting it out for no reason in particular. He winced briefly, assuming she already knew that. Of course if she didn't know that, that was fine, too, best to establish an understanding.

Cat-Sith Magic sure is strange, Simon thought. This woman is strange, the beetles are strange, everything about this night has been strange. After he picked the lock, he decided to sit back and let the actual magic users do something, but now that this odd woman summoned these strange bugs, he might actually be able to help.

Mentors Crimson Tiger: former Claremonter, martial artist. Willing to mentor just about anyone Voltage: super genius computer expert, willing to mentor just about anyone. Student Cat-Sith; cat shape-shifter, sneaky. Could use any kind of help and would be happy to be mentored by anyone.

Cat-Sith Once inside, Simon stuck to the darkest parts of the shadows. He knew his eyes would shine in the dark, so he made sure to stay out of sight. He realized that Nevermore's machine couldn't follow him inside, and knew that was a problem. Charlie seemed like the kind of guy who liked to have a good handle on things, and losing track of Simon would bug him. Ah, well. Simon trusted his abilities. He would prioritize finding weapons, if he could. He assumed they would look like something that didn't belong. He knew he could handle himself quite well if caught, but he would first try to find weapons, and maybe see where their enemies were.

Adam considered the menu for a moment. "The adventurous one in me wants to try the skirlie, but I'll probably just settle for the macaroni and cheese." He gave Lulu a grateful smile. He truly did feel lucky to have such a wonderful girlfriend. She definitely made the dress look good. "The sheer history is just breathtaking, you know? I know my family name comes from England, but my genetics?" He looked down and gave a halfhearted shrug. "I'm not even sure how human I am, physically. Ah well." He took a deep breath and looked around at his friends.

Simon is going to use leaping to get up to the second floor, 28 for Skill Mastery on Stealth to sneak in. 15 on Notice to see if anyone is near where he is, and to listen for people. He has Low-Light Vision to help him see, and scent as well.

Adam chuckled. "I would love a snack, and I would really appreciate if you grabbed something for me. I, um, don't feel comfortable walking around the train much, as I'm sure you can imagine. While I don't mind getting close to some people." He gave a sidelong glance to Lulu. "I don't feel as comfortable doing so around other people. I can pay you back as soon as you get back with it, but, erm." He shrugged. He stretched out a bit on the bed and sighed. "This is going to be an interesting trip."