TheAbsurdist

Elias had slide out of the class when it ended. He didn't mind chemistry, and though he had little formal education and he found himself having to pay more attention then others. Of course paying attention wasn't a problem for him, not really. 'Creepy Elias' could be more accurately stated to really be paying attention, so much so that it was the primary fuel for his almost non-sequiturs that he seemed to spout off at random. Mostly people ignored him and hoped he went away, though as time went on he learned to curb his tongue. Which was good. Mostly. He moved to the cafeteria to eat, and to read more on chemistry. His hoodie pulled over his head, and he remained there reading and eating some soup.

Well it wasn't raining. That could be said for the night. Though he'd likely get an earful later, but then it was a school filled with exceptional people. So there would be a point where the people simply weren't there. And he didn't have a 'real' costume. At least as far as these things are normally considered in the community. Well, no, honestly he didn't know if others had that issue as he did. Right now he was wearing his modified hooded sweater and pants. It was loose fitting and allowed for moment, and had pockets that he could store things. The colors were selected to blend with the city at night, dark blues and grays. It would work, if it wasn't for where he was. Having ascended the fire escape he just watched and felt out there, watching a part of the town that fascinated and sickened him.

To Amir's credit he calmly swallowed his mouthful of water and then put the cap back on the bottle. "Mm. I see, and-" "Ms. van Cleef is fine, I have simply interrupted the transmission. She is, largely, innocent. Except for the occasional dalliances with her subordinates. But that is unimportant. Unlike you, Amir 'the Bronze Lion' al-Misri. This is not something you can negotiate on. If you fail lives could well be lost." Under the distortion effects on the voice it was still unemotional, cold. "I fail to see how this a test for me-" Starting to speak, but he was cut off before he could even finish the thought. "There is a bus that will be crossing as bridge going towards South Freedom. There will be a problem at the halfway mark. I would daresay it is going to careen off the span and into the river below. There will be no survivors. I would recommend you take your communicator and then find which bridge and which bus it will happen to. Their survival is now determined by your efforts. You have, at most, 10 minutes." And then the feed went dead, and he left Amir staring at the blank screen. The he dropped the water bottle and dashed to pick up his Commlink, before racing to the stairwell up to the rooftop.

"Alright, let us go upstairs to the next floor. I have pretty much made up my mind, but seeing the lay out helps, along with the general condition of them." Course even as he said that he had a good idea. He didn't want to pull down buildings if he didn't have to, though retrofitting would happen, as well as extensive repairs as well. "M'beg pardon, but what do you do?" Realizing that he really hadn't addressed her, too much and his natural social instincts started to kick in, start to work to resolve that.

12 Hours earlier, is his workout room at his Parkside townhouse. "I just think that it would ease some concerns if you-" Came Anastasia's van Cleef's irritated tone, her face blown up on an enormous display that dominated a wall. "If I what? Saw a shrink? Honestly, tabloids would eat me alive, let alone what legitimate business news would do!" Amir's words interjected, coming out in puffs are did the crunches on his inverted board. Keeping track in his head as time went on. "And not many psychiatrists specialize in the mental stress that comes with getting held and tortured by a mad scientist!" He snorted in mirth. Truth be told this was how he often got his conferencing done when he wasn't in office, with that large screen in his workout room. Multitasking was essential when a billionaire.. Ana was exasperated, but that was nothing new when she dealt with her boss. He was impossible at the best of times, and despite how open he seemed to be, she could barely pin him down with his lies. She often times imagined herself shooting him in the head, it was better than any stress squeeze ball. "Amir, this is not about you, or your towering ego." With another grunt before he shifted and rolled out off the board, and onto the ground, assuming the lion pose. Stretching out his stomach to prevent cramping. Not that he expected that to happen, but it was habit since before his prodigious powers activated. "Really? Last I checked I was trending on Twitter. I imagine at least half of it is about me, as my ego is one of the man-made objects you can see from space." Ana made an indelicate sound in response to that and Amir's response came without skipping a beat, "My ears, my poor delicate mind! I believe you will scar me worse..." There was a pregnant pause as he looked up at the screen, at her. "Worse than seeing how many gigawatts I could take." She sighed, a small, short sound. She knew she would not make any headway on this matter. He had resorted to verbal flim flam, and he had a willingness to play with it longer than she had a patience to follow up on it. "Fine, how about that former pop star that is half your age?" "What can I say? My charm has an expiration date maybe?. You seem immune, but that has always been the case. Though your mother thought I was charming." A smirk on his face as he stood then, and glanced at her. "My mother also cried when Billy Mays died." She snorted derisively, and shook her head, before she pulled a cigarillo up and lighting it in an annoyed fashion. "Just don't do anything embarrassing, unless you plan on increasing your PR budget for the fifth straight fiscal year..." Laughing as he turned his back to the screen and moved to get a bottle of water from the fridge. "Ha... funny Ana. Funny. At least I do not make the interns void themselves in fear." Opening the bottle threw the towel around his shoulders and turned around to see a face that wasn't Ana. Shrouded in shadows, it was a fully masked face that was only dimly able to be differentiated from the darkness behind it. "Good day Mr. al-Misri. You don't know me. I know you. Or, at least, your reputation. I come to you with a small challenge. Would you be interested in proving that you are the hero you portray yourself to be on television?" The voice coming out in a down-tuned rasp.

"Odds are we'll have to get the electrical and plumbing up to code, and all that. But I am more the bankroller, though I can swing a hammer without completely embarrassing myself. Well, unless you are certain publications." And then he turned the affable smile to her, before looking around. "So most of these buildings would have the landlord apartment, then?" Asked while looking at something else, and then moving to the door of the suite, and holding it open for her. It was a good thing, and if he could bring in some lower priced retail in the area as well it would help. Or something to bring in some work as well. The neighborhood was a bit of a hard sell. He had thought about advertising about this efforts, but it simply wasn't feasible, though his Urban Rejuvenation Initiative was, in the planning portion at least, aimed at the Fens. No public announcements were made, yet. And he had planned on divorcing his name from the proceedings as much as possible.

Errant made eye contact with him, and he made no sign that anything had changed. But he had already wreaked havoc on the man's mental defenses, and he was done. Just done. Other people were right, there was rage in the boy. A create deal. He never really had the opportunity to contend with his emotions and thoughts, constantly in an emergency maintenance mode. Constantly struggling with keeping his sense of self in line, and his emotions in check. "I hate people like you." There were times however. The fact that the flesh on his arm was raw from the nanites. The fact that he knew this man was a willing accomplice for this with this for just a pay check. "And unlike you, I understand what that word, that concept means." His anger fueled what happened next, as Elias reached into the Nano-Man's mind, and flipped a switch. Turning on every bit of mental trauma in there. Casting light to everything. Driving everything out into the open, and overloaded the man's psyche, his nervous system. Fortunately he wore a mask, or just how focus, how determined, how utterly stark and empty his expression was that was. The metal carapaced man screamed, hands snapping to his head to try and... do something. It was a gesture of panic at the pain that burned through every part of him. Then he just went out, sinking to his knees, and his arms dropping insensate at his sides, the teenage telepath having blasted him into unconsciousness.

Will Resist versus Mind Blast (1d20-1=3) Ow.

GM He was near folded in half from the throw, driving him to the ground, fortunately Heraldo was off balance, and whatever it was the other boy was doing was not weakening his body. Fortunately. One arm from Heraldo broke free then, and he seized his chance, managing to wildly shift his weight and throw himself out of Heraldo's grasp and get his feet, looking at the other boy, and snarling, as he prepared he set himself for his next target.

Slowly he nodded at Arcturus' words. "Agreed. How are we gonna get there?" As he adjusted the contents of her tool kit. The training from his mother was kicking in, not letting him just leave the things there, even if he wasn't proficient in their use. It was a resource that could be used later, taking it would encumber. The equation was simple. Elegant. Unable to fly himself, this posed a small problem. Of course, they could go back to normal and hoof it there. As Elias didn't always pack his costume, and had been working on making ones that blended well into his current environment.

Drain CON is generally considered a no-no, as it is lethal. Drain TOU though! That's Kool-aids.

Don't you get a plus 10 on the roll if it is below 10?

Attempting to escape grapple1d20+24=35

Like a ghost, it was. He wasn't expecting it, until he saw it, and even then. Amir stopped, just stopped and looked up at her. Angela had been broken when he met her, it was a light casual thing. She had broken it off, probably because she had gotten then attention she had wanted from it. He didn't know what to say at this juncture, it was rare for him to be speechless. But then this wasn't a scenario no prior social interaction could prep you for. It was a singularly unique thing, and he just stared up at her, or the representation of her. And he was angry.

His eyes flicked over to Heraldo, and it was in the span of moments that he was back to being as cold as ever. Stepping around the Heraldo, without another word, he walked right up to the building. And if he wasn't impeded, he moved right up to the gaping chasm, feeling outward with his powers. He turned his head back to them. "Of course you aren't, Agent Harper." It was hard to tell what he was referring to, but then he was a telepath so there were gaps in his words unless you were the person he was speaking to. "But then you don't really have a choice, your Psi-Agents are what? Another 20 to 30 minutes out, and that means close to an hour for the STAR squads and how much longer for the people already there? That's why you are going to let us through. Because it is a calculated risk. And if you tried to bar us, likely we'd still go in." A pause then before looking at the others. "Illusions or reality warping, either doesn't bode well. We can twiddle our thumbs if you want. But if that was the case we wouldn't be here, would we?" And with that Errant reached out and touched the black portal.

His expression was intent, and then he surged towards her, picking the moment opportune moment he could to do this. It was a reckless attack, and he knew as he was doing it that it had a very small chance of success. But he was going to try. Two quick steps and he launched himself at her, fully committing himself to something that she could very easily dodge. It was silly, it was crazy. It did not seem like something to expect him to do. But he was trying to close a gap, and doing the best he could.

I just noticed this, makes me feel smarts. I would like to throw in either of my guys in on this.

One that Elias was more than happy to add to. His psyche ripping through the shredded defenses of the man. It hurt him too. Of course. But for all his empathy Elias knew who this man worked for now, and his desire make this gentle was lessening moment by moment. His hands squeezing tightly at his sides, fingernails digging into the raw skin of his hands. Using the pain as a focus, he flooded that sensation through his power.

GM He screamed, before he was take over, Subito using his strength and leverage to bring him over him and drive the metal man into the ground. The back of Nanoman's head diveting the asphalt. Having no leverage he struggled and tried to break the grasp, but he simply could not, he just had nothing to worm away from the Herald's efforts, except a growing headache.

1d20 - 2=13 Attempt resist of Mind Blast. Now at -4 Tou, 6 overall.

"Oh just shut up!" And then he leaned back, and then brought his head forward, hard. His forehead being rammed into the bridge of Halb's nose. It wasn't artful. But then Asad was not exactly the prettiest fighter, and he had to curb his ability to ruin property around him. Feeling the man slump into unconsciousness Asad would release him and let him fall to the ground. "Prophet wept, people like you make it so I get hassled by the TSA. Damned idiot." Lowering to the ground, he look to Young Britannia, "Much obliged for the help. I was away on... business... so I am a little rusty."

Grapple break attempt 1d20+24=27

All Out Attack Used, for full Shunt. 1d20+10=14 So hit, DC30 TOU save. And provided that doesn't knock him out, Surge and follow up. Asad is using a series of headbutts to make Halb submit.

1d20+8=25 So another Bruise.

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