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  1. Benny's computers kinda suck. So aid? Aid: 1d20+1 11
  2. Benny exploded up, going from his seated position to his feet planted on the back of the chair in a deep squat before he leaped off of it, and barrel through the air and to the door. Those big mitts grabbing at the doorframe, and he swung out of the room, propelling himself into the far wall, his back hitting it, and he ricocheted onto it, his sneaker clad feet with a little squeak from the rubber sole. Managing to do that without a hint of his bulk brushing against anyone. He might have been itching for something, anything. But then, he was more app to put a firecrack in a trashcan then do a dance. It could be worse, it cold be those PSA videos he had to watch growing up on the projector. Though he was beaming in preparation. "I dunno what I am chief, but ain't a senior, so I am ready to jeat.
  3. Hey all, due to reshuffling, I have another slot available here
  4. Benny was bouncing, having all kinds of twitchy, nervous energy that might be expected from someone thinner, but he was light on his toes and he smiled,, genially. Though the wattaged faded a bit, and it his expression became more serious as he received scrutiny from Erik, and his small jumps from foot to foot stopped and he planted himself. "Got me in one chief. Mean, I can tussle it up wit' most peoples, an' can go to the ground, but it ain't like I can go pro or nuffin'" He shrugged as he didn't seem to hold as much as ego as his teen meathead antics might indicate. But Benny was from a different time, and the guy who he cut his teeth on was hard nose in a way that didn't translate to the modern era.
  5. Benny rolled his eyes at the question posed and he was settling in his seat, fidgeting, because he was a fidgeter. When the natural inclination was to bounce off walls, really was anything else expected? Now he responded to the story, because the 60s era shenigans that kid edged on his simmering exuberence. "Oh, oh, is it like that time I fought those Nazi T-rexes!" He beamed bright, as somewhere in her tale he had spun his chair around to lean against the back, gripping tightly at it, almost vibrating in his seat. "I dunno 'bout that, I'm quick, but 'am more like Hepcat."
  6. TheAbsurdist

    Again.

    Benny wasn't gentle in his pace, as he cut angles and switched levels as a breakneck speed. However the whole time he was encouraging as this happened, wanting to make sure that Herod was getting praise with all of this. He didn't make contact enough to hurt him, but there was a point, because despite everything, there was a near palpable tremor in Benny like he still wasn't at his highest gear. Which was true. He wasn't going to embarrass Herod, but he wasn't showing the same fundamental approach he had been trying to drill before, he was going for the logical extension of these things, and then ended it on that, cutting, chasing, and darting in and out of the pocket. When Herod was done, he wiped at his forehead, and he grinned at him, clapping his roommate on his shoulder. "You're doing better, but unless youse really got the jets... Er, athletic, then ya wanna made sure that base is solid, push off the rear foot, and bring your hips behind your hand." And he hopped away standing in profile to show what he was talking about in slow motion.
  7. Okay, there is your second approval!
  8. Flaws/Drawbacks that do not exist should be excised. All powers that adjust carry weight should have the carry weight listed. The delineation is fine, however: Psionic are powers of the mind. Mind influencing, or involved with cognition, are generally labelled as Psychic. Telekinesis is the name of a power and a Descriptor as well (construction is Perception range Move Object), as such is somewhat confusing on those grounds, as such I do want you to change the name of the Array to eliminate that as an issue. If you feel they are more Telekinetic in nature, then you will want to include that in the descriptors, or Psionic, note that as a Mental Sense, Touchsight would universally categorize this. If you are stating "No, these are force projections." Then I would steer really towards the powers, as described, don't make sense to have perception range on Move Object. Please note that what you are doing with Touchsight, Immunity, etc. are components that should be put in the Power Descriptions, this allows for more than a short hand understanding as we are not privy to the internal logic used by a player, and serves as information for all GMs you're in threads with. Strictly speaking from the description above I have some suggestions re: Touchsight, in that I'd recommend dropping Rapid and instead go with Uncanny Dodge. Also I recommend Tactile, as given it is a Mental Sense then Effects that inhibit/render a person immune to it blinds that sense to them, and from how you are view.
  9. Benny showed up, dressed light, a button up short sleeve white shirt tucked into khakis, and a red bow tie. His concession was battered sneakers, that given how active he was had seen better days. His blocky form moving in smoothly to the room. He was bored, honestly. and while he didn't feel right going to the dance this seemed fine. Might meet people. There was food. He caught a bit from the teacher, and he nodded, the temporally displaced student was expected to have issues given when he was from, bit of he ever did, he never made mention. Of course, if he ever had cross words about anyone he seemed to never really say it either.
  10. From my initial read you will want to specify that all powers are Mutant, and Force. Also you will want to update the name for the Array power Telekinesis, as that is a specific power within the framework, unless the hand gimmick is merely her understanding of her Telekinesis. As such we tend to classify Telekinesis as a Psionic power. I would like to know how the touchsight and her immunity falling works. Please note they will needs descriptors as well.
  11. Benny's expression was... unreadable? Or hard to pick up a clear thread. He wasn't amazingly deceptive, and he had the whole 'lug thing' down pat, but he peeked the corners, and glanced around him, at them. One of the blessings of his powers were preternatural reflexes, and heightened kinesthetic sense. And he was content to watch, to listen. He certainly wasn't going to presume he was better than the teachers. And they had engaged business mode, and that workman like mentality, and boxer mentality of 'if I am standing at the end then I won' was keeping his attention. Even if he didn't talk about his past, but since they were picked for this, then all of his day to day practice times would likely have been given. Unless they didn't do that? He didn't pretend to get a lot, it frustrated him. It made him sigh, and he broke his rapt attention away, rubbing a hand against the back of his thick neck, before pushing it away to return to his attention back to the lesson.
  12. @Ari @HGM and @Pope_Wreckoning If someone drops out we can replace.
  13. St. George's Cathedral 6PM, roughly, Easter The largest and most magnificent church in Freedom is St. George’s Cathedral in Midtown across from Liberty Park. The cathedral is built in the Gothic style like the great cathedrals of Europe. It features tall, thin steeples, a high bell tower, a cruciform shape, and space enough for hundreds of parishioners. The church is named for the famed dragon-slaying saint, and a huge stained glass depiction of St. George’s greatest deed is a centerpiece of the cathedral. The numerous other stained glass windows depict other saints and religious figures. The second Easter Sermon was done and people had filed out to go eat. The topic had been redemption and rebirth, yanno, the expected sort of topic on these sorts of things. It was eloquent, and gentle, with the Archbishop Charles Fairwell doing the duties for today. It ended and there was a food spread out in the courtyard, as it was a lovely spring day. Benjamin Franklin d'Amato sat in a pew still, after people had filed out, and he had his arms were against the the back of the pew in front of him, and he was leaning forward. He wasn't really praying, just lost in thought. This placed hadn't changed much since... well anyway, it was weird. Trying to sort things out, and he wasn't really equipped to deal. One too many shots to the head. He smiled wryly.
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