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  1. Benny laughed as he was paired off with Horrowshow, and he looked at Davyd, "So, youse gonna be nice widdis? Or am I gonna hafta slap away pseudopods?" His brows lifted, as he looked at the scarf, before he moved and worked the scarf around his bicep, as he tied that scarf around that. "I ain't really one for dancin before, but if I wanna go ta prom sometime, might as well'," a nod before he laughed a little bit, at the situation. "Youse wanna lead or shall I, Davyd?" Resting his fists onto his hips as he looked at his de facto partner. Which, thus far he got along okay with Davyd, so he didn't see a problem. But then the lug that was Benny might have behaved in meatheaded ways that could be taken wrong. The culture shock was real, his response had to be a little outgoing, cause all he had prior was boxing, and that hadn't changed.
  2. Benny moved in closer to them, with a big grin on his face. Looking like a linebacker, or rugby player, or just big fella. Even if he wasn't the tallest, but he certainly had imposing shoulders. Which moved when he shrugged. His reaction to such was more understated than Muirne's, a wavering of that grin, his eyes lingering on Kam for a moment before he looked at the girl who gave up a foot of height on him. "I don't tall 'bout that much," came the simple response in that thick, thick accent. "Ain't much 'bout airin' my dirty laundry out for the neighborhood." Stopping the ball, he drove it between his hands with a thud, and held it. To his partial credit Benny didn't pursue the lead that Muirne, as a horrible poker player, dropped right in his proverbial lap. "I'm from Freedom City, s'good enough."
  3. Rebound will be in it. Set at St. George's Cathedral, in Midtown. Any bracket is fine. Should be some action, unless a PC rolls amazing early on. Conceit is Benny is out, and goes to the church and then things happen. He is not especially inviting anyone along. Gonna limit this to 4, including Benny, there can be some discussion for fits after the initial post to set tone.
  4. Benny lingered behind everyone else, breathing a little hard. He was insistent that everyone else was more towards the escape side than the Nazi side. It wasn't a matter of confidence in his abilities or a worry that something was going to fail, it was... It was, something else entirely. Coulda... A frown on his face, as he dropped to his one knee, draping his arm across the other, he half turned his head, "Everyone good?" yelling that back to the rest of the teens and others who could understand him, which seemed not so likely. But then, what did he know. His brain was rattled by shots to the old hat holder anyways. He didn't get the Mesa, he didn't get time stuff, or any of that magic jazz. He did get that a veritable monster had given them chase and closed up that other side of the cavern.
  5. Benny immediately questioned Erik, it was underscored by a knife being flung in his direction. It wasn't like he hadn't rough and tumble teachers before, just... Was this guy gonna team them all Bill Sikes-like? It was a knife. "Huh." He was looking back to Erik when the knife landed in his hand, his own amiable cuff dropped to hang at his side, and when he was chewed he was suitably sheepish, and chagrined. He started to say something, to defend himself, "Was- Fuggetaboutit." His lips shut, and pressed tightly. There was a rise and fall of his broad shoulders in a shrug, those big mitts twitching at his side. Taking in what they were saying. What, they thought he was gonna be some kinda agent secret guy? Was AEGIS tryin' a make him somethin' else? That'd explain the padre who could throw out a choke hold... He felt very much out of place, and very alone in the moment.
  6. Benny wasn't a show off, really. Honest. Pinky swear. Just he had to practice, and he needed more space than the interior training would allow. Like today. Given the Quad was generally closed off from public viewing he got to do it here, and he was going to cut loose on that. It was a simple drill, throw the football as hard as he could, and then chase it down. On foot, and by leaping pounds. Some of the other kids referred to him as 'The Fridge,' as the big blocky kid kinda resembled that. And then he moved, and he was a whole different beast in motion. The tour was in time for him to fire the ball into the air, and then give chase, going from a stand still to a full sprint with acceleration that would shame a Studebaker, before doing a small hop, tuck and hit the ground and living up to his heroic name quickly as he rebounded off the ground, aiming himself to sail forward and catch it just after the apex of it's arc. Then he sailed back back down, landing into a deep crouch, and he turned to survey his next effort, flipping the the ball up, and catching it on a finger in a spin. When he turned, he caught sight of the tour group. "Oh, how youse guys doin'?" That thick accent rumbling out as his face split into a bit grin.
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    "Touch sparrin'. it ain't a sprint, after all. If ya wanna learn more throws an' such we can... what' the padre call it? Rollin'? Yanno Jiujitsu sparring. That an' wrasslin' will work more in the water. We just need pads. I don't want youse knocking me out A... À? Aya?" He was stumbling over name, and he made face showing clearly his accent was the big block in his way. "Ah, I'll work on that, if that's okay?" He winced a little bit, surveying the rest. "Now, how we gonna pair this up?" He rested his fists on his hips, unconsciously doing the classic superhero pose, as he pursed his lips. He hadn't really dealt with Leroy or Aja this way, so he was kinda keen to give 'em a go, he did help with Herod a lot, though he did his best to pace himself down to his roomie's stamina and skill. Especially since Benny had a tireless workhouse ethic that was at odds with everyone else's 'get good now!' mentality. Though given he had done hours in the sim, he was already a little tired.
  8. When Eira returned with her dramatic pronouncement Benny pointed to the pair dancing and fighting, "Yo, I think we's got it figured out." His arms pulled back and he folded his arms across his big chest, as he idly mimed their foot placement. "And this isn't the kinda teachin' they'd have at Catholic school," he mused out loud in his rough Jersey baritone. Rocking back on his heels, he leaned back, stretching his back out as that happen, and he looked to Kam, "Maybe they want us to look pretty doin' it, if that's the case, some else shoulda been invited from me, I'm ugly an' I fight ugly." He laughed, and an arm flicked out whiplash fast to give a backhand to Kam's stomach, that was felt like a brush (no one had still played three card Monty with him, except one night showing and practicing with Heroditus). "Eh?" his jovially prodded Kam, which knowing Benny, if he knew the secret he'd've probably done the same thing.
  9. Benny was reserved, because that's how he was, normally. Especially when not in his comfort zone. He was here because they asked, and generally he was never one to shirt such a thing. The big, blocky, bouncing boy had sat in the van with shades and a pair of earbuds, the latter of which was a technological advancement he was a fan of. He was in his normal attire, a hooded sweater, over a t-shirt, boxing shorts, and a pair of canvas style sneakers. No reason to pay Eira any mind, she wasn't talking to him after all, and there was the anticipation of what was going to happen to contend with. As it came to a stop, he straightened up, and waited for everyone to slide out before he did, "Looks like a lotta boxin' gyms," was his assessment. He stepped a bit away from people to swing his arms back and forth. Though he did sort of look at others at the mention of the Interceptors, those were the ones the other Ben went on about, right? Then came the introduction, and a curt nod at the names being bandied about, "Name's Benny D'amato," he said, moving toward and extending his right hand out towards the teachers as an 'aw shucks' sort of smile spread across his features and he looked from Erik to Talya, and back again, expectantly. At the sort of dismissive intructions, he nodded, and then went through a pretty straight forward, it somewhat dated seeming calisthenic warm up and stretches.
  10. Slammed into the Ubermensch, and made an annoyance to the Ubermench, right up in his face, trying to buy time. "Guys! If youse can beat feet, I am tryin' ta talk nice like to this here Nazi jerk! For the record, Nazi, ain't the first time I heard that from youse guys, but every time ya keep showin' up, I getta keep introducin' ya ta my fists!" It was a flurry of blows before he spun about and cracked the vile paragon right in the chops with a spinning wheel kick, driving his heel against him. "I may have lied a little, sorry 'bout that!" With that, and a laugh, he pushed off the larger man, and leaped out of the building, ricocheting about as he did so, and landing into a tumble to keep moment and ended up running at full tilt. He used his abilities to keep looking back over his shoulders, as he hustled at the rear. "Swear ta God, youse guys are all gettin' out, ya here me! RUN!"
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    "Nah, youse guys ain't gettin' it. I'm gamer'n'game." And his scuffed, bruised, and slightly bloodied face split into a grin. "I ain't a strong swimmer, but I gotta get better. An' like I's says, start with the baby steps or youse are eating sucker punches for breakfact lunch and dinner." That grin still there. "An' later we can do some three card monty for some cash. But I guess we can just go with grapplin', and such... but, yanno what, whatever Aja, or Hero wants." He lifted his arms and draped his forearms across his knees, he tilted her his head as he looked at the rest of them.
  12. Jumping strike to buy everyone more time. With taunting and such involved, but a stick and run. Power attack Power Attack.: 1d20+15 21
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    As usual his classmates found him several hours into these things, and it made him chuckle. "Uh... I think there is breathin' masks stuff." Then he shrugged those expansive shoulders. He didn't seem upset, but there was a response to Aja's words, he lifted a brow, and looked at her. Benny was workman like, there wasn't really a sense of ego, even when he showed up other students with hand to hand stuff. Though, he admitted he didn't know entirely what everyone brought to the table at this school, despite everyone wanting to hand out their powers on their business cards. "If we sparin' we ain't tryin'a beat each other." He said it simply, but he shrugged again, "We can if youse guys want, but I don't think the teaches'd be too happy." He sank down into a crouch, low like a coiled spring, and he pressed his fingers onto the ground.
  14. Benny was not gonna be able to go toe to toe with the Super Nazi over there. But he wasn't going to stick it out right in front of him. So he just wasn't there when the shockwave ripped through where he had been, managing to flatten against the ground, in a blink before coming back up up and springing toward Ashley and Judy, to assist them in leaving before he got out. He was worried, legitimately, about the others, as he was making sure the rest of the teens, and other people were out of the reach of the blonde Teutonic bad news. "We need to beat feet!" His eyes swept over the rest of them, and only when they were getting out did he, aware that he might have to dart back in to snatch someone up.
  15. Reflex: 1d20+10 17 Well he has Evasion 2. So going to roll Tou Tou: 1d20+6 10 Reroll Tou: 1d20+6 18 So, ah, Ult Ref. per RL
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