TheAbsurdist

Amir had been on a power lunch with Ana, there was things she had been trying to ask him, especially about his recent absence. And he had been avoiding the questions, because it wasn't something he wanted to discuss. Though he had to admit he was being erratic since coming back, but he was seeing a shrink, just to keep the board happy. She was talking and he wasn't paying attention, and heard the gasp, and heard the words, "... hostage situation at City Hall...". There was a beat, and he looked to his aid, and started to pull off his coat, and fished his cellphone out of his pocket, along with the keys to his car. "Ana... I am sorry." He was genuine with that. "I have to do this... and I am still not really ready to talk about what happened." Said before he pulled off his shirt, revealing the short sleeved, body hugging top, white with burgundy sleeves and a stripe down the side. As he had noticed it was rare he was in a situation where he could wear the full uniform, so he had a simple undershirt made, and he had taken to wear that with whatever pants he had on. Like now with his khaki slacks on. "I, fine, just fine Amir. Eventually I will get impatient enough, and you and I will have a talk. Understood?" She looked at him, with her arms crossed, and a frown on her face. He paused a moment, and nodded at her, before leaping into the sky. Fortunately once he was up into the air, and away from traffic, it was a relatively short trip to city hall, and to angle himself down among the police. "Was in the neighborhood, wondering if you needed any help."

His arms folded across his chest, as he looked at her, not taking a seat. "You are new to the negotiations, aren't you? The course of actions should be like this, I will let you go, and you give me honest information on where to get what is mine. As an added bonus I will set you down on another building, that isn't a police station. After that I will not use my resources to pursue you, and I will consider the personal matter between us settled. But that will change if you touch what's mine again, or the information you give me is a lie." His tone level as he moved towards her, and then leaning forward, to grasp at the chair and turn it towards him, his eyes on hers. "I think that is fair, and I don't have to hit you anymore. I am not particularly fond of striking a woman, even ones trying to steal from me." Reaching up a bit towards a mark on her face, but stopping himself. "Mmm, what say you?"

Asad looked at her, and then slowly reached up and brushed a bit of paper off his shoulder. "I see. My cross is with your employers, just understand one thing, my dear, this has ruined the potential future social interactions, and I do request you stay away from that which is mine in the future. But..." Lifting his head and looking to her levelly, a small smile on his face, not attempting to be intimidating, nor did he just jump upon her offer. "... I am an adult, and while I can't necessarily forget..." Gesturing at their surroundings with a hand. "... I can forgive. At least, for a woman with a beautiful smile."

It had to happen eventually. So no action. We can assume to be out of rounds, unless you want to see Asad stunt some monkery.

It was sort of off season, and while it was still lovely this time of year and there were still enough people here, he had surprising little to watch. Still enjoyed his vodka tonic, and the quiet. Which had viewed as something of a luxury. He didn't really have anyone to speak to, not really. Ana didn't want to hear about the superheroing thing, or anything to do with it, and most of his other friends had lives of their own, and he felt guilty going to them. There were all like strangers now. They were strangers now. Which act was going to strain first? He didn't know. And he almost didn't hear the lilting voice to his side, and he blinked lifted his head towards it, "Stai cercando piuttosto introspettivo. Cura per cambiare la situazione?" The corner of his lips twitched with a smile, and he had to repress his response, just a little, before responding in French. "

Hmmm in this instance it will be just +5 to what she has to save against. So she had to save against 35, and she failed by 14, so she Staggered and Stunned for one round. So... that means she can't get a ref save on the Area Burst. Right? If there is anyone else in the room, except Gray, then it will be Selective, if it is just Asad and the baddies he wont be selective, except for not blowing through the walls and such. Windows might get broken though.

Talking to himself more than anything, "Why doesn't anyone just take the easy way when I offer it." Whatever bluster had been in his voice was gone, and he held up a hand towards one of her. "Yield, please." It was a plea, "I would much rather be in Tahiti than this. So just yield." He had gotten angry, too angry, he was trying to channel it, he was fighting impulses fed by that anger. It wasn't that he was hitting a woman, that did both him, it was just that she wasn't really wanting this fight, and he did not want to cut loose with her. And then he let out a burst of force he had absorbed from her blows, returning it back to her, and letting it cascade out into the room.

Not that it truly matters, but the last was a Critical hit. So 35 to save versus, we can just say he is pulling his punches on that level. Damage 10, Area Burst, Force, DC20 Ref save. 1d20=7 To beat the Conceal

Shaking his head slowly. "Believe what you want. Had my choice we would have gone on that date, but you wanted to wallow in the muck of avarice." And then he lashed out with a knee to the one he had struck, it was a solid blow. "This fight was your choice. Now yield, and I will reserve the things not in my dossier for your employers." Looking down at her, he was mad, not at her, now, that would be like being made at a sword for being used. He wanted to know who the wielder was, he needed to know.

1d20+5+5=30 All Out Attack 1d20=4 Vs. the Concealment effect.

He swept out with his arm, hitting her in the side with his forearm, that scary kind of strength he could bring to bear impacted her solidly. And he walked after her staggering form, calmly. "I can promise you, the reading materials don't cover everything. And now you seek to take what's mine." Still moving towards her, a smile on his lips as he looked down at her. "Amir was very much the fop you read about, just a moderately shrewd one." Leaning down to whisper into her ear, "And I am not really Amir anymore."

1d20+15=20 HP reroll. 1d20+15=33 On the concealment: 1d20=3

She hits. He used all out attack the previous action for a -5 on his Def. All Out Melee Attack 1d20+10+5=27

There was no sound of impact, there was just her striking him, and then... In the confined space of the office he couldn't really dodge whichever of her was real or what have you. So he swept his arm at her, as hopefully the board fled the room, though he wasn't paying attention to them yet. A snarl escaped, a small one. Of course it was a wild swing, that left him exposed, but he had little concern about that now, as he shrugged off her blows as if they were nothing. "I do not believe you understand the gravity of the situation." His voice dipped low, not trying to be intimidating, or persuasive, it was just soft, almost eerily so.

Impervious 10 eliminates the hit. All-Out Melee (1d20+10=17) Miss.

So if it is a European adventure, may Asad wear a tux?

10:51PM, Feb. 19th, 2012, in the bar at the Monte Carlo Hotel He admitted he was retreating, the constant migraines, the occasional rises of anger as he reached out, grabbing for power to fuel himself... He made the dutiful visit to his parents in Paris, and then traveled south for his own sake, coming to the Riviera, down into Monaco to relax. He didn't like it, but he left word that if there was any emergencies back home to call him, and that he would return. And he had left his phone upstairs in his room, intending on just relaxing. It didn't help that his time with his parents had been him fending off their incredulous reaction to him turning public with his heroing. Now though, he was enjoying a drink, and listening to the piano player. Even here he was noticed, but fortunately the number of people who could was diminished, he could try to find some equilibrium. Shaking his head and sighing, looking down at the bar in front of him, hands idly stroking over the surface of it. "Hmph." And then he slowly drained his drink, and the pushed the glass back towards the bartender. "Un autre s'il vous plaît." Offering the man a smile, feeling that warmth and giddiness spreading through him, letting him know he was slightly tipsy. When his drink was refreshed, he slide a folded bill to the man, and turned, leaning back against the bar and people watched.

He didn't fight, after all he needed the power, needed the power, or he had no hope. And he was stubborn, exceedingly stubborn in fact. But that wasn't the point now. As Merge jumped onto him, all of her, he remained remarkably stoic, even smiling at Grey while he was buried, he was serene, more so than he had any right being. And then he was buried and starting to sag under the weight, but as the electricity flushed into his system, that changed, his eyes glowing from under the swarm of Merge on him. "Dreams are just for the people who cannot breathe such into being." And then he let out some of that power he took, and it arced out from him, with a crackle and the smell of ozone filling the air. It was as simple as exhaling.

Grapple away, he needs to power up. Edit: Here is his non powered check - 1d20+10=11

Working on a PC who might fight this mold in the near future. He might be normal looking on the outside, but would definitely be compatible for this, barring being a teen.

I need to fulfill his Complication to power himself up. Not a whole lot of options, unless they hit him first, so he'll just charge up for his action. So no need for a new IC post.

1d20+7=22

A Night on the Town 10 posts Never Count Your Money 5 posts So 15 total.

"They are just going to send you to Blackstone. The trial will be a formality at best, there is simply too much evidence. And likely you'll get stuck with power dampeners or something, and put into solitary. Unless there some other hole they can stick you." Folding his arms across his chest, and he frowned a little, not seeing or expecting the big guy to budge. "They'll offer some sort of commuting of the sentence or something like that for some cooperation. Some explanation as to why this happened. Or if that doesn't motivate you, then... you ruined my date and I really just want to know why. Are you..." His eyes narrowed, and tapped the commlink, dialing Ms. van Cleef, "Ana, I need you to check the police signals, something is up. I don't know what, but something up, either this guy is literal meat puppet, or he willingly made a loud distraction." And then he turned back to the brute and he reached down, grasping the front of his shirt. "Tell me what is happening."

And that would be him using Drain Energy. I can make a check if you want.