Brown Dynamite

Assured by the sight of the girl of the century, a bespectacled man in a gray suit approached. His frame was rather wiry, but a measure of detail had gone into his appearance. With a visibly fresh shave. "It was darn dirty apes. They came down from a zeppelin. Knocked us down, throttled real bad. Took anything valuable and were out in a blink. They even took Abe!" The man was visibly worried as he explained the events as they had transpired. A quick look around the train confirmed that the windows had been smashed from the outside. The spread of glass was a result of a great deal of external force. Thankfully none of the passengers were cut, though some did look worse for the wear. The result of resisting the mugging.

Hm. While I will admit I forgot the Wall Crawling, I think I'm going to keep with the GM fiat to knocking him back a little.

<See. And you thought you wouldn't be having any fun the moment your glass got empty.> Erick didn't expect his teasing to do much in the way of alleviating the seriousness of the situation. If someone was targetting the venue they weren't exactly in an ideal to position to prevent it. Not without having to take some steps to minimize their possible exposure. Erick figured he would leave the mental subterfuge to Dee. Pivoting on one foot he would appear to almost trip on himself. Leading to the glass of wine he was planning on nursing all night to spill on someone nearby. He wasn't too particular at the moment. Just needed an excuse to pull himself away from the group he was conversing with. "Oh heavens, I'm so sorry. Here, let me get something to take care of that." Time to do a brief non mental scan of the room then.

Erick Sloane flashed a smile as he continued to converse with the investment bankers around him. His bespoke grey pinstripe suit did much to conceal his physique. While Erick wasn't an avid headhunter, he relied on networking to limit the amount of cold-calling that could be expected of him. Seeing as his nights tended to be rife with avoiding gunfire, the less time spent figuring out which startups looked interesting the better. Truth be told, the high society scene was his element. <If I recall, the conversation involved a foot rub and renting out the Silverstone Circuit.> Erick responded knowing full well Dee was less at home than him. Or rather too much at home, minus the tabloid cameras of her youth. <Plus, you know you want to see how many shrimp I can sneak into this guy's pocket without him noticing. I feel like a solid seven.>

Happy Bday Tiff

I'll be back in action in about one more day. I thought I had successfully staved off the holiday curse! But, been a rough few weeks!

Alright scary vampire with an Untrained Acrobatics the car comes to a sudden but immediate stop. Strix gets flung off the moving vehicle. And regardless of whether he's gonna punch 'em or scare 'em let's get an initiative roll against these poor teenage minions! But, an HP for the fact that I'm going to make him start from the Prone position with a +2 circumstance bonus on any initial Intimidate rolls from you know not dying from being flung off a moving vehicle. Initiative: 4#1d20+2 15 21 18 22

GM The teens in the van were within Mister Strix's line of sight. They van doors a paler shade of greying than the rest of the once bright green van. The windows weren't tinted but just dirty enough to allow someone to think they were in the dark. The grill was filled with mud and all manners of mess. The teens were parked in a van on the hill overlooking the dock entrance. The path they were taking was going to be obvious. A straight shot through the front gate. Past the security, which had an equal chance of being local hires unconnected to the Gorganzua family. The Gorganzua's men on the other hand were less visible. Both Hellhound and Strix were close enough to the entrance to see two sets of SUV's with properly tinted windows enter docks. But, aside from seeing them turn to the left once passing the gate it didn't take long for them to escape either party's line of sight. And with it the specific pier they were headed to. Mister Strix was able to catch sight of the automatic rifles the men were carrying. The darkness of the windows doing nothing to conceal them from his line of sight. Hellhound on the other hand could smell gunpowder and...dirt. It wasn't local dirt, but it was definitely the smell of dirt. As soon as the SUV's disappeared from anyone's line of sight the van roared to life. It's next destination a wayward charge into the gates of Greely Point Docks.

It could not be understated the strong mixture of scents one could find in a dock or pier. Especially when under the lens of a canine's nose. A tarry wood pine smell underpinning of creosote, tar, and the unmistakable smell of garbage. If he was in his "human" form Hellhound would not be quite as distracted by the flurry of smells bombarding his nose. However, he had decided to stake out the docks as a wolf. With the added consequence of every instinct telling him to chase after the latest strong smell to waft through his olfactory senses. To say nothing about the other voice in his head which had anything other than patience on the mind. Hellhound didn't actually care too much about the Scarpia's business dealings. But, as far as he knew the Mara had some level of protection or loyalty to the Scarpias And his father's own Lunar Sentry MC had fallen under the scope of the Mara when the Jigsaw man took over Hadwick Park. Which meant inconveniencing the Scarpia family was as good as inconveniencing his own. Which was good enough for Óscar. So the wolf made his way down a trail. Trying to get a first nose account on just exactly he was trying to interfere with.

OOC for this thread

Club Ice The Fens, Freedom City, New JerseyFriday, November 9th, 201812:05 AM The street the club was on was much better lit than most of the Fens, although not quite as brightly as the streets toward the heart of the Theater District. Open three nights out of the week Club Night shone with an effulgent blue glow tonight as it hosted its latest musical act, Monster Blast. The nightclub was in an old three-story building, refurbished to look newer and trendier. It was hard to tell how much of the upper floors were for the club, or for offices and storage not only from the outside. But, at the very least the first floor was an ice bar and lounge. Visitors in the club donned custom-designed insulated capes and gloves to keep warm while exploring the venue’s dramatic interiors. The space was designed with artistic carvings and features an elaborately carved bar, chandelier, sculptures, lounge seating and paintings, all made of ice. In the center of it all was a circular crystal clear stage in which full view of Monster Blast could be seen. Although people could be seen occasionally heading to the second floor there wasn't a clear view of what went on there. Rumors have always swelled that Club Ice was own by the mob. Which wasn't a rare bet with its location. But, the audience in attendance were clearly local twenty somethings just looking to catch an underground concert.

OOC for this thread Feel free to have Strix already know the kid or even all the kids. Or whatever else drew him to the docks!

Greely Point Docks Bedlam City WisconsinMonday, November 5th, 201811:02 PM Greely Point was one of the few areas of Bedlam experiencing a period of economic growth. Of course at the center of that upturn were the docks controlled by the Gorganzua crime family. At any given if you knew just were to look the family could be making a "move" on behalf of anyone willing to pay the right dollar. Of course that took knowing where to look. The police didn't have to look the other way, as a majority of the trade in the docks were legitimate. The Gorganzua golden goose only laid an egg when it needed to. Vincent Elizalde was a straight C student who worked hard after school on the family business. Of course that family business just happened to be working for the Scarpia crime family. Vincent was a courier for the family. Too young to get his hands on "real crime" but old enough to know where his future was headed. College was out of the question, and since he wasn't Sicillan but Basque being a made man was out of the question. But, he could live comfortably if he showed his worth to the family. That ambition led the teenager and four of his closest friends to the Greely docks. Square in the middle of Gorganzua territory. The teens were planning on robbing a Gorganzua shipment that was arriving shortly. It was rare for the Gorganzua to let slip that they were expecting a shipment. But, even rarer for them to actively send an armed escort to meet the freighter. Whatever was inside was sure to make someone a lot of money. Which in Bedlam could only mean the locals were going to pay a heavy price.

Alright, @Grumblefloof here's the pitch. The Lunar Sentry MC is expecting a shipment into the city. A courier for the Scarpia family is looking to make a name for himself by the stealing the shipment. A teenager whose overconfidence and ambition leads him to drag three of his friends to try and rob what they assume is an arms shipment. Of course, the shipment itself turns out to be a little more dangerous than an influx of automatic weapons (All of it occurring on Gorganzua territory to boot).

Tremayne politely reached for one of the offered Nachos. Not wanting to look rude in front of the aforementioned tang squad. "Don't mind if I do." Tremayne nodded over to the concession stand. "Want anything in particular, Tabs?" "Whatever," Tabitha barely responded. Unlike her brother, she didn't participate in any group activities growing up that she wasn't voluntold to join. Which usually was a less than enjoyable church mixer. Truth be told, if Lulu hadn't gone along Tabitha would still be holed away in their room. But, the opportunity to pretend to be an ordinary teen was unfortunately tied to socializing like a normal teen as that's where the illusion casting teen went. Her attention focused solely on playing some sort of bubble popping game on her phone. The sole male member of the orange squad took the answer as a genuine retort. "Yes'm. I'm fixing to get you some of these here nachos then. I'll be over yonder then ladies."

Still a better love story than T-wait that's not the right use of that joke.

Name: Tremayne Hanningan Codename: Sureshock Year: Sophomore Pronouns: He/Him Roommate: Roll da Dice Goal: With football out of the picture, pick a new career path...and get his license. Favourite High School Movie: Friday Night Lights Name: Tabitha Hannigan Codename: The Spectacle Year: Sophomore Pronouns: She/Her Roommate: Roll za dice Goal: Being left alone Favourite High School Movie: Carrie

Works for me! I actually thought E wa was still up since that was the last update my phone gave me!

Initiative: 1d20+15 17

GM From the rear, Cobalt Templar could see that they had not been followed by any Omegadrones. In fact, their trek through the aqueduct remained undisturbed. The sound of running water and the occasional scraping of Singularity's shield against the tight space was the only noise carried throughout the tunnels. On point, Sea Devil's suit lit a clear path ahead. After a few minutes of walking the group found themselves at a split. There were three possible directions the aqueduct had led. With no signs pointing to direct access into the underground plant. Of course, logic dictated that they would eventually reach their destination. But, which path was safest or possibly quickest was not outright apparent. The left path had claw marks along the stone walls. They were worn, far from new. Possibly decades old. The right path seemed relatively normal aside from a dead mouse floating along the water. With no signs of any immediate predators. Not that fauna was rushing to live inside an aqueduct connected to an underground nuclear plant. As for the path directly in front of them. Sea Devil and Cobalt Templar's sight, as well as Foreshadow's precognitive senses, cut through the darkness far enough to tell one simple story. There was nothing impeding them for a good two hundred feet and then the path comes to an end. Or rather an opening with a direct drop.

Works for me.

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Sure can. And done.

GM The sky around the Raymond Nuclear Plant had taken on an orange hue. The crackling sound in the air was not dissimilar to the low hum of cicadas signaling the start of the Summer Season. No, instead it was the sound of the omegadrones hovering overhead. Their jet boots deafening from above. It took no more than a glance to realize that the outside of the plant had hundreds upon hundreds of Omegadrones flying around in formation. With the occasional shot rippling from their power pikes threatening to spread the growing flames in the nearby forestry that had been razed, fundamentally clearing the exclusion area of the plant. In the very center was a massive one hundred foot Terminus Probot. A mindless scout that often signaled the potential for an invasion from the forces of Entropy. A signal long past its experiation date. Plumes of smoke filled the air, conveniently providing the quartet of heroes a degree of cover as they neared the plant. From the outside, there were three buildings. Their previous viewings of the map showed them that the left and right buildings had entrance access to the underground facility. The center building was an auxiliary reactor building which housed support equipment. The nearby parking lot left much to be desired. The vehicles had all been badly destroyed, with at least one set of remains telling the story of a failed attempt to escape the massacre in the parking lot. Controversial since its inception, not even the most vehement of protestors would wish this fate upon their enemies. With the demonic looking figures looming from above, the flames from below, and the foreboding sensation of death all around. It really was much like Hell had indeed broken open.

"Midnight, Harrier, Terrifica, probably Madona. It was a real who's who of one-word names drafting up this collective plan. I think Midnight or his talking car provided the map. The when is the moment I stop speaking. The where...now that's the crazy part" Foreshadow began typing on his keyboard and the holographic map of the Raymond Nuclear Plant. He was glad that the trio wasn't lacking for courage. As he didn't have Ms Britannia's penchant for reassuring a team. Quickly taking his own shot he began rushing through the plan. "So the summary the Raymond Nuclear Plant has never been successfully compromised by supervillains thanks to continued vigilance by the Freedom League and continued upgrades by Daedalus. That's working against us because it was essentially converted to one of the very few underground nuclear plants. Essentially a fortress able to take thousands of tons of TNT and magnitude Earthquakes. Oh, and it's currently surrounded by an encampment of what might be a couple thousand Omegadrones. But, as Singularity correctly surmised. The plan is we beat the bad guys and shut down the power source. I don't know where in the plant said source is. But, in my experience, the biggest baddie tends to be hiding near this sort of deal. So cappie over there may get his wish."