Brown Dynamite

The Russian man wasn't the only one feeling the heat. Omen was well aware of the temperature increase. His breath had been more shallow for a good while now. There was a good chance some of the sensation he was feeling was psychosomatic of course. Not that it made the situation any better. "Finally catching on? Yes I'm gonna risk my life for everyone here. And as long as you're attached so are you. So just shut up and be compliant and we'll make it out of here." He hadn't addressed the part asking about how they would survive. To be frank their chances weren't great. Even ignoring the risks of smoke inhalation with his re-breather and dropping to a lower floor. They still had to stay on the top floor long enough to see if there was anyone around. Not to mention getting them out of the building. Omen's gameplan just like always would be to stay in motion. They needed to keep moving if they were to make it through this horrible buddy cop movie. Hopefully the fire escape was still sturdy on the building. Actually, he was hopeful the entire building was sturdy. Once again he attempted to move towards the door positive that his new 'partner' would be more inclined to help out now that he realized they could die if he didn't participate. "Let's go already. We only have so much time."

Welp, Omen rolled a 23 for his Bluff. Unless the Russian fancies him of course 8-)

Omen found the man's lack of regard for the lives of the other occupants of the building downright disgusting. It was simply reprehensible. "No. We're not going. No one burns alive. I don't care about your citizen's arrest. If you want to leave here it'll be after we get everyone else out. Then you we can quote unquote do the saving of the own skin." Growing more desperate at the sight of smoke Omen felt the time for having a philosophical rapport over human life was over. As such he twisted his hips inwards while putting more force into yet another tug of the handcuffs hoping to end the stalemate. "Let's go already." He already knew this wasn't going to be an easy trek. He had no access to his natural acrobatics to begin with and there was no way Omen could make progress while being resisted at every turn. His costume wasn't exactly flame retardant either.

I'm assuming a STR contest will be coming then as Omen will probably give another tug out of stubornness.

I'm assuming a STR contest will be coming then as Omen will probably give another tug out of stubornness.

Keeping his fluency in Russian a secret Omen replied in a low growl, "Yes, you're a swell guy. Let's see who is arrested at the end of the day." He huffed as his body began getting soaked in water from the sprinklers. It did bring his attention to the plight of those screaming for help. Memories of the charred remained of Erick's parents once again flooded his mind. Without wasting a moment Omen began desperately tugging on his arm to try and lead the psychotic Russian by force. "You have what you want. So come on, we have to help those people." The situation continued to go from bad to worse with little sign of improvement. Worst of all this guy thought he was a comedian. But Omen couldn't just try and pick the lock in the first place, the only thing that could possibly worsen the situation would be losing track of the large Russian. Although that didn't change the fact that the guy probably had a key on him. Omen just couldn't handle thinking through all the what ifs while the building was engulfed in flames.

Let's see Omen's defense is +10 so a 21 would hit. Luckily he rolled a 29 I wish I rolled that on my turn. Welp at least face to face with the UB only gonna cost a Hero Point to burn off the Fatigued Status at the start of the next turn.

Hearing the King of Suit's rallying cry, Omen gleefully moved from the guard he had just knocked out. He took into a full sprint knowing that with his athletic build there was no way that either of these two unsavory characters would be able to reach the door. Coming up from behind Driogan's Underboss Omen attempted to use the full momentum of his charge to ram his body into him from behind. Unfortunately even in his panicked retreat the Underboss was able to avoid being overtaken by the rampaging vigilante. "Drat."

Although small correction in that after rereading on slams it looks like you move on an accelerated pace making the movement total only 120 ft. Still gonna roll although not sure if the 120 ft. is enough to catch up to them or if he's still just running. And the roll's a 10 Which of course misses against their +4 defense.

Who says Angst isn't a good this. Even if my net's going a bit slow.

Omen's pulse began to slow as his entire body tensed up. It wasn't bad enough that Erick's biggest critic would always be himself, but he really messed up. Staring into the smoke he knew that if he didn't act quickly people could be lost in the flames just like his parents. If only he could get his legs to follow along with that game plan. The entire ordeal was just bringing by too many foul memories. No, not quite like before. This time he would be able to act. Dealing with the set up would have to wait, for now Omen needed to make sure no one got hurt. Including the loudmouth attached to him. Filled with rage, and quite mentally taxed, the young hero began to scowl. "You better hope that not a single person gets killed tonight. Or else you'll start to wish the bomb killed you." He wasn't sure how threatening he was sounding, nor did he care. The only thing he could focus on was fixing his mistake.

2011, November 28th, 09:23 PM Southside Erick Sloane had not been able to focus on much throughout the entirety of the day. Which didn't make his classes anymore pleasant. Erick's nightly activities as the vigilante Omen was the source of his mental unrest. Omen had been following the trail of a rumored bomb maker for what seemed like a week now. Bangers weren't the most reliable source of information and had led the acrobatic vigilante to more than a fair share of dead ends. Still his dedication had finally begun to pay off as Omen had been able to pinpoint the bomb maker's residence in an apartment off of O'Donnell street. Sitting upon a nearby rooftop, Omen felt the cold air against his skin as he watched a nervous looking man enter into an apartment complex. "He looks like he's in need of friend. I should welcome him into the neighborhood. I don't want to be rude after all." A grin appeared on the vigilante's face before firing off a line with his grappling gun onto the nearby roof. Swinging through the air Omen crashed through one of the topmost windows hoping to catch the man before he reached his appartment. It was amazing how quickly everything started to fall apart, truly a bang up job as far as disasters went. A clicking sound filled the air as Omen felt a metallic ring tighten around his right wrist. Quickly turning his head to figure out what had just happened Omen was able to make out that he was now attached to a physically imposing Russian man grinning wildly. Omen's eyes narrowed behind his domino mask, slowly the young man pierced together what was happening. "Crap." In response the man continued to smile. The man began to speak with a thick russian accent, "Welcome, my bosses don't appreciate, how you say, encroaching on their business. After tonight you won't be problem no more." The overly enthusiastic man raised his free hand to reveal what appeared to be a remote control of sorts. "Of this I am sure."

Alright Omen's gonna try and cover that distance with a bit of extra effort to increase his movement pace. Assuming the effects stack he should be able to cover 240 ft. in attempting to Slam into one of the Underbosses as a full action. Of course he's going to be fatigued the next round, might even be reeling from the slam. Unless Extra Effort's increase movement distance doesn't stack with all out movement.

To follow up where we left off in the chat. Might've gone overboard with the clutter of events though. At least I didn't have Omen or the hired gun pinned beneath burning rubble as well.

They sure got some legs on them running like that.

Done by the beautiful and charming Ecal So I had miscounted the amount of feats. I really had 39 when I jotted down 40. Luckily I had always meant for him to have Attractive so that was added which fixed the miscount. Dodge Focus was bought up to five which in turn put his Defense at 11 giving him a +1 Defense, -1 Toughness Tradeoff. Takedown Attack was bought up to 2 so he could actually mow his way through minions. And to finish up the last point spent was on Defensive Attack. So basically they were all spent on feats. Equipment slightly changed without affecting cost (Quick-hardening glue traded for Bolos which amounted to Snare 4 losing all its extras. Although I did consider having it linked to Trip). Throwing Discs(Blast 3) lost the mighty feat. I simply did not feel they warranted it. Lastly a couple sentences which I apparently left a bit loose were rounded off such as mentioning where he keeps his Bo Staff in costume. [b][u]Player Name[/u]:[/b] HG Morrison [b][u]Character Name[/u]:[/b] Omen [b][u]Power Level[/u]:[/b] 10 153/153PP [b][u]Trade-Offs[/u]:[/b] +1 Defense, -1 Toughness [b][u]Unspent Power Points[/u]:[/b] 0 [b][u]Progress To Bronze Status[/u]:[/b] 3/30 [b][u]In Brief[/u]:[/b] Former prodigious gymnast and athlete turned student by day and costumed crime-fighter by night. [b][u]Alternate Identity[/u]:[/b] Erick Sloane [b][u]Identity[/u]:[/b] Secret [b][u]Birthplace[/u]:[/b] Freedom City [b][u]Occupation[/u]:[/b] Freedom City University Student (Business Major) [b][u]Affiliations[/u]:[/b] Foreshadow [b][u]Family[/u]:[/b] David Sloane (Adoptive Father) [b][u]Description[/u]:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] 17 ([i]DoB:[/i] Born 14, February) [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Ethnicity:[/b] Caucasian (Of Russian Descent) [b]Height:[/b] 5'9" [b]Weight:[/b] 172 lbs. [b]Eyes:[/b] Blue [b]Hair:[/b] Blonde [floatr][img=http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc401/HG-Morrison/Omen.jpg][/floatr] Erick is 5'9 which is about four inches taller than the average male gymnast. His neck length hair sits comfortably upon his face most likely never facing the terror of a comb. While not having a large amount of muscle mass, his muscles are cut into the lean mean acrobatic machine that he is. His bright blue eyes always have some shine to them. As Omen, Erick dons an outfit heavily inspired by the hero Foreshadow. Being a realist, Erick's costume is lined with multiple body armor inlays all over his body, due to the fact that as fleet footed as he is chances are he's still going to take more hits than his mentor. The cowl and hood were abandoned for a domino mask held in place by spirit gum. due to the fact that Erick relies on a wider field of vision. His uniform also has a utility belt with multiple compartments to house the equipment he uses while on the job. Lastly Erick's favored weapon his collapsible Bo Staff is housed on his waist attached by a magnetic clip. [b][u]History[/u]:[/b] At only ten years of age Erick was considered a child prodigy ready to take the gymnastics world by storm. Of course, all the implications and hardships of said talent at an early age came with the title. While the demanding sponsors and incessant reporters weren't so bad because he could leave them at the door. His parents and coaches, however, were an entirely different story. Every moment of his life followed a set schedule down to the minute and he hated it. The fact that they opted to homeschool him so he could maximize his time practicing routines didn't help. He couldn't count how many times he wished for his parents to just go away so he could relax for a day. That was until the incident happened. Late one night while Erick was undergoing his studies, a drugged out mobster armed with a flame thrower had been cornered by the costumed detective Foreshadow in the alley behind the boy's home. In a moment of desperation and beginning to hallucinate, the mobster started setting the area nearby ablaze. Which in turn was the very tragedy Foreshadow had been attempting to prevent when he cornered the man. Letting the villain escape, Foreshadow instead began to attempt to try and calm the ferocious flames or at the very least save anyone who hadn't already escaped as soon as the fires started. As sounds of the clash and the faint smell of smoke filled the night air, Erick's parents ran downstairs to see what all the commotion was. Something that Erick made no move to stop, as it actually meant he'd have a schedule free moment in his life. It didn't take long for them to note that the first floor of their home was engulfed in flames. Unfortunately, the foundation had already taken quite a beating and the stairs collapsed from under them as they turned to try and get their child out of immediate danger. Hearing a loud crashing noise, the now terrified and confused Erick decided to go after his parents only to see the horrible state they were in at the remains of the stairwell. He wanted to help them, he wanted to scream, he wanted to something. Anything. But he couldn't. Erick couldn't even move, he was paralyzed in a state of shock. To this day he doesn't remember the details of how Foreshadow rescued him from the burning building. Erick only blamed himself for what happened to his parents. His head was quickly filled to the brim with thoughts such as, “If only I were quicker,†or “If only I had stopped them from going downstairs.†Essentially he felt that he should have been able to stop their deaths. Sympathizing with the boy's plight and blaming himself for failing to prevent the deaths of the his parent's, David Sloane did the unexpected and took Erick in. An ordeal that was a bit difficult with various coaches claiming that they wanted to adopt Erick. It was inevitable that David would have to reveal his identity as the costumed detective Foreshadow to the child if their new arrangement was ever to work. Foreshadow swore Erick to secrecy, and in exchange he trained the youth in the many talents that he used in his costumed identity. Despite agreeing to train him, Foreshadow outright forbid Erick from joining the fight against crime in the Southside at least until the youth finished school. Having recently enrolled him in public school. As such, Erick spent the next six years of his life with relative normalcy. He quit competitive gymnastics all together and just did the regular teenage thing. Not counting the training sessions with Foreshadow of course. The youth had also come into his own money having invested the money from his sponsors with Rath & Stromsberg upon David's advice. He also graduated from High School early at the age of sixteen solely so he could round off the start of his career by training his talents visiting many of the same locations David Sloane did as a youth. It also gave him a chance to tie up some loose ends and closure with the man he was originally supposed to grow into as he competed(and dominated) at Worlds. Shocking many whom didn't expect him to be in tip top shape. Having recently returned to Freedom City, Erick dipped into his personal fortune to pay his tuition in full as he enrolled in FCU. Moving into a private penthouse within looking distance of the Atlantis hotel and casino, he reached out to a childhood friend, Alaina Zelichonok, revealing his intention to operate as a costumed vigilante and needing her help in the purchase and development of equipment. Omen's venture into superheroics has already earned him the ire of the Freedom City Mob just by wearing the same emblem as his mentor. [b][u]Personality & Motivation[/u]:[/b] Erick is quite relaxed and even when on the job he's known to be chatty and crack a joke. Unlike his mentor, he's more than willing to work with others than Foreshadow is. Erick doesn't let his past define him he may have initially gotten into the hero gig motivated by the tragedy that befell his parents, but honestly at the end of the day he just loves doing it and hopes to help people. Erick fights the good fight simply because it's the right thing to do. Filled with a passion for life and a desire to make a difference, every time he dons the Omen costume he's ready to go to work. With that said, he's never forgotten why he does what he does in the first place, and wants to make sure no one else has to go through the pain of losing their family because of the criminals in Freedom City. [b][u]Powers & Tactics[/u]:[/b] While fully capable of standing still and slugging it out, Erick prefers a 'float like a butterfly sting like a bee' approach to things. Movement is the name of the game and Erick excels at it. If he's not actively moving cover using hit and run tactics he'll be flapping his gums to try and anger or disorient his opponent. It's a little rough and more than a little flashy fighting style, but it's perfect for the showman that he is. Erick's quite intelligent for his age, and tends to be the perfect model of being kinestethically intelligent and reflexive thinking. Not one to think ahead, he tactically lives in the here and now adapting to situations as they come. It's not that he can't sit back and write up plans, but after a childhood of following a set note, he prefers to go off script. If given the opportunity he'll also attempt to add some distance and use his throwing discs from the comfort of concealment. Variety being the spice of life Erick carries equipment for a wide variety of situations when simply beating away at someone won't do the trick in his utility belt. It's his equalizer of sorts, noting that if he can't see the future he'll just have to curve the present in his favor. [hr][/hr] [b][u]Complications[/u]:[/b] [b]Enemies:[/b] While the mantle of Omen belongs to himself, Erick finds himself being targeted by those who felt wronged by Foreshadow [b]Reputation:[/b] If being a child prodigy wasn't enough, showing up out of nowhere and joining the American team at worlds while making it look easy after years of inactivity certainly does put the spotlight on him. [b]Responsibility:[/b] As a student Erick has to make sure his late hours don't interfere with his school work [b]Phobia[/b] For understandable reasons Erick has a deep phobia of flames and fires. Simple tasks like cooking on a open flame isn't going to slow him down but set a building on fire and old memories start flooding back. Villain or hero he prefers not to associate with any metahumans whom control flames. [b]Impossible Standards:[/b] Perhaps it's because of his upbringing, or maybe it's just a by-product of being a competitive athlete. But Erick holds himself to inhumanly high standards of what he believes he should accomplish often pushing himself far too far. [b]Loyalty:[/b] Erick is fiercely loyal to the Foreshadow name even electing to wear Foreshadow's emblem as well as his own. It should also be noted that Erick is also quite loyal by nature to the point of fault. Willing to do anything for those he considers close, even if it costs him his life. [b]Secret:[/b] Erick has the difficult task of not only keeping his identity a secret but keeping the identity of Foreshadow a secret as well. [b][u]Abilities[/u]:[/b] 6 + 14 + 4 + 6 + 6 + 6 = 42PP Strength: 16 (+3) Dexterity: 24 (+7) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 16 (+3) [b][u]Combat[/u]:[/b] 10 + 12 = 22PP Initiative: +15 (+7 Dex, +8 Improved Initiative) Attack: +5 Base, +8 Melee, +10 Staves, +5 Ranged Grapple: +11 Defense: +11 (+6 Base, +5 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -4 [b][u]Saving Throws[/u]:[/b] 4 + 3 + 5 = 12PP Toughness: +9 (+2 Con, +4 Defensive Roll, +3 Costume) Fortitude: +6 (+2 Con, +4) Reflex: +10 (+7 Dex, +3) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) [b][u]Skills[/u]:[/b] 120R = 30PP Acrobatics 15 (+22) [sup]Skill Mastery[/sup] Bluff 7 (+10, +14 Attractive) [sup]Skill Mastery[/sup] Climb 2 (+5) Computers 7 (+10) Concentration 8 (+11) Diplomacy 2 (+5, +9 Attractive) Disable Device 7 (+10) Disguise 2 (+5) Escape Artist 8 (+15)[sup]Skill Mastery[/sup] Gather Info 7 (+10) Intimidate 7 (+10) Knowledge Current Events 2 (+5) Knowledge Business 2 (+5) Knowledge History 2 (+5) Knowledge Streetwise 7 (+10) Knowledge Tactics 2 (+5) Language 1 ( English[native],Russian) Notice 12 (+15) Search 7 (+10) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Sleight of Hand 3 (+10) Stealth 3 (+10)[sup]Skill Mastery[/sup] [b][u]Feats[/u]:[/b] 43PP Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus, Melee 3 Attack Specialization (Staves) Attractive Benefit 2 (Wealth) Blind-Fight Defensive Attack Defensive Roll 2 Dodge Focus 5 Elusive Target Equipment 8 Evasion 2 Hide in Plain Sight Improved Initiative 2 Jack-Of-All-Trades Move-by Action Redirect Set-Up Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Escape Artist, Bluff, Stealth ) Sneak Attack Takedown Attack 2 Taunt Trance Uncanny Dodge (Hearing) Well-Informed [quote name="Equipment 8PP = 40EP"] [u]Collapsible Bo Staff[/u] [b]Strike 3[/b] (Feats, Mighty, Subtle, Extended Reach ) [6EP] [u]Omen Costume:[/u][b]Protection 3[/b] (Feats: Subtle) [4EP] Equipment-Headquarters: [8EP] Name: Erick and Alaina's Penthouse Location: Southside, Freedom City, USA, Between the Atlantis Hotel and the Paradise Hotel. Appearance/Details: [url=http://twistedsifter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/luxury-condo-living-room-penthouse-vancouver.jpg]1[/url], [url=http://twistedsifter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/private-terrace-rooftop-patio-condo-penthouse-vancouver.jpg]2[/url], [url=http://twistedsifter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/modern-living-room-set.jpg]3[/url],[url=http://twistedsifter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/modern-kitchen-inspiration-penthouse.jpg]4,[/url][url=http://twistedsifter.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/luxury-condo-apartment-office-penthouse.jpg]5[/url] [i]Size:[/i] Small/House-Sized; [i]Toughness:[/i] +10; [i]Features:[/i] Communications, Computer, Fire Prevention System, Living Space, Pool, Power System, Security System x1 (DC 20). [u][b]Equipment-Omen's Utility Belt Array:[/b][/u] 3+14+5=22EP [i]Free due to Wealth:[/i] Cell phone, Digital camera, Digital audio recorder, Flashlight, PDA [b]Multitool[/b] [1EP] [b]Mini-Tracer[/b] [1EP] [b]Rebreather[/b] [1EP] [list][u]Base Power[/u]: [b]STUN 7[/b] [14/19EP] (Stun Gun) [u]Alternate Power[/u]: [b]DAZZLE 5 ([/b]Affects: Auditory and Visual 50 ft. Range [i]Extras:[/i] Burst Area 25ft. Radius [i]Flaws:[/i] Unreliable [5 Uses] [[i]Drawbacks:[/i] Full Power[b])[/b] [15/19EP] (Flash Bangs) [u]Alternate Power[/u]: [b]SNARE 4 ([/b]40 ft. Range)[/b] [16/19EP] (Bolos) [u]Alternate Power[/u]: [b]SUPER-MOVEMENT 3[/b] [17/19EP] (Swinging, Grappling Hook Pistol, Swing-Line) [u]Alternate Power[/u]: [b]OBSCURE 4 ([/b]Affects Visual 30 ft. Range, Radius 50ft. [i]Extras:[/i] Independent)[/b] [18/19EP] (Smoke Pellets) [u]Alternate Power[/u]: [b]BLAST 3 ([/b][i]Extras:[/i]Autofire [i]Feats:[/i] Ricochet ) [19/19EP] (Throwing Discs)[/list] [/quote] [b][u]Powers:[/b][/u] 4pp = 4PP [b]Device 1 ([/b]5PP Omen's Mask, [i]Flaws:[/i]Hard-To-Lose,) [4PP] [device][b]Sensory Shield 2[/b] (Affects: Vision, +4 to saves vs Dazzle Attacks) [b]Super-Senses 3[/b](Dark Vision, Radio)[/device] [b][u]DC Block[/u][/b] [code] ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Melee DC18 Toughness (20)* Damage(Physical) Bo Staff Melee DC21 Toughness (23)* Damage(Physical) Bolos Ranged DC14 Reflex/Staged (16)* Snare Flash Bangs Ranged DC15 Reflex (17)* Area Dazzle(Blind & Deafen) Stun Gun Melee DC17 Fortitude/Staged (19)* Stun Throwing Discs Ranged DC18 Toughness (20)* Damage(Physical) *DC with Sneak Attack Totals: Abilities (42) + Combat (22) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (30) + Feats (43) + Powers (4) - Drawbacks (0) = 153/153 Power Points

Clad in his heroic attire, Erick hunched over his bed holding a firm grip over his right side. Having apparently gone through quite the night. The pain resonated throughout his body with every labored breath. "I've got to look into thicker armor inlays. It almost feels as if the bullets actually reached home." For a moment the only noise that filled the spacious room was the sound of a person's throat being cleared. In response the youthful vigilante turned his head to find the source only to spot the appearance of his best friend Alaina whom was dressed in a track suit with disheveled hair barely covering the lenses of her spectacles. The brunette made her way over and set a glass of water on the bed stand before softly whispering, "You don't have to do this you know. You can just quit, be a student. Hell be an Olympic athlete. Something else." She was of course talking about his nightly outings. It wasn't something that he remembered leaving up for discussion. His mind had been made up years ago on the matter. But Alaina had of course only been privy to this knowledge for a good three weeks. Removing his signature domino mask, Omen simply shook his head in response. "No this I have to do." Furrowing her brows the brunette huffed before starting an inquisitive tirade, "Oh really and why is that? Why do you take it upon yourself to punish every criminal that you can, is it out of some stupid death wish because of your parents? Omen chuckled as he slumped into the bed. Tossing his head back the acrobat reached over for the glass of water taking a slow drink. “You're misunderstanding something. I believe more in rehabilitation than retribution. But, I don't do this because of my parents. I do it for myself. I have the skills to make a difference in the streets in ways that I certainly could never do on a vault.†Sighing, the young woman got into bed next to the costumed vigilante. Wistfully staring up at the ceiling she parted her lips to continue, “Fine. You get some sense of fulfillment from this whole thing. Great for you. But when you come back home hobbling about I worry. I just don't think you should do this alone. Isn't there someone you can call to help you out when you go on your patrols? There's got to be hotline for this type of thing. How about that Foreshadow guy? I assume you're not just wearing that emblem for show. If you can't find anyone else why not ask him to work with you?†“Well there's an idea. Hey I have no problem with working with anyone else. Sharing is caring and all that jazz. But, I don't really have any other capes on speed dial or anything. Plus even if I could theoretically get a hold of Foreshadow he tends to prefer the solo approach. So no, at the moment the whole buddy cop act isn't on the table.†“Okay then why now? When I last peeked into your records you were acing all your classes. Although your journalism professor did give you a paltry 93 on your last paper a couple of hours ago. Can't you just give yourself some more time to prepare for this whole crime fighting business?†Erick would turn his head to take in the fact that she hacked into his university's network just to check up on him. The more he thought about it, the less surprising it was. Quite frankly Alaina wasn't a model example of privacy. The fact that she found anything less than a perfect grade paltry was even less surprising much to Erick's chagrin. “It's horses for courses. I'm always going to perform better in motion than I will behind a desk. Besides I've trained for this. Even out there alone I'm not too worried about things going south.†Without missing a beat Alaina would capitalize on the last part of his response. “Yes, taking a year long vacation around the world. Amazing preparation. It did wonders for that bullet you took earlier. Still I will concede you're a bit too good at all this, I would almost venture think you've been working on this your whole life. Quick question though, how did you even get any training done over that past year? You may have a silver tongue, but you're no professional linguist.†Erick stopped to laugh for a moment as she continued giving him the third degree. Taking another drink from his glass Erick responded, “Thing is getting punched in the face is pretty universal. Language barriers didn't really become that big of an issue in any of the villages I came by. I even learned a couple phrases to get me around. I'm almost hurt that you have so little faith in me.†He chuckled at his tongue in cheek comment. "I'm sure you're losing sooo much sleep over my lack of faith. "What do you hope to accomplish as Omen? I understand the why. But what's the endgame?" "Endgame? Came I be honest Lainie? I have no idea. Really I'm playing it by ear. I want to help people and everything. But I'm not living any illusions about the city's criminal elements ever going away. It would be nice to have a hand in Driogano's family unfolding though." "Your ever lack of direction in life is endearing. It really does feel like I'm losing my best friend the deeper you get yourself into this life. What if one day you decide that you want to be Omen full-time and Erick Sloane becomes a passing memory?" Tilting his head Erick could see the sincerity in Alaiana's eyes. Those big brown eyes really did know how to pull on the heartstrings. "Hey I'll always be around. But I'm not playing a role every time I put on that mask. I'm always going to be Erick, but there's a second half to that coin now. And I'll do everything in my power to make sure I'm successful in all my endeavors. Civilian or otherwise." Alaina would furrow her brows as she contemplated her next question. Her line of questioning had been growing a bit too cynical as they went along and every so often she could see Erick wincing out of the corner of her eyes. Obviously he was going to have to sleep off being shot soon. "And what are these civilian endeavors then?" "I think I'm gonna buy this building. Maybe convert it into a gym. It would be nice to start my own athletic corporation. That whole Olympics thing does sound fun too. Pick up a bit of gold and come home." "Cute. Funny how your dreams for the future are all so self-involved. So no little ones or Missus Sloane in the game plan?" "Pot meet kettle. You're the last person that needs to lecture on being self-involved. Besides personal goals are supposed to be y'know personal. And I didn't mention the whole kids and a family thing, because I figure they would be a given. I do want a couple more years of playing around though not as many as David. That guy needs to find a wife" Erick did bring up a good point. His adoptive father wasn't exactly living an example of commited relationships. "Did you tell him? I mean about your whole superhero thing. He is your father technically and has every right to know. Is he on board with you risking your life every night?" Foreshadow's secret wasn't Erick's to share. Even if Alaina was the one asking. Clearing his throat Erick began to seek out the words to answer her latest pair of questions. "I told him. I wasn't going to keep something like this a secret from him. It didn't exactly fly over well. But David's supportive. He would prefer I focused on my education first. But David respects my decision. Even if he does keep insisting I get a medical ward built in here." "Oh geez I wonder why he would think you need medical care on stand by. Look I will support your decision as well. Just help comfort me by answering a few more questions and I promise to let you get some sleep. Aren't you afraid something's gonna go badly one day. Something your body armor inlays can't account for? The ever confident youth felt a sharp twinge of pain by his side as he managed to wheeze out "Oh c'mon how long have you known me? I don't exactly do afraid." For the first time. "Oh really so you'll even jump into a burning building to save someone?" Erick stopped to scratch his head. She was hitting a little low with that one. But it was a fair enough question. "I'll admit, that'll slow me down some. But I can't afford to let someone die because of my personal hangups. So yes even then Omen would be on the scene. Hopefully I'll leave with all my body parts uncharred." "Cute. There are still some anomalies that we haven't discussed. Metahumans, aliens, and everything else in between. How do you feel about them? Considering your career choice you're bound to run into the like. So I'm wondering your opinion on the whole lot. Also what about powered criminals, how do you plan on dealing with them? Last I check being able to flip around all fancy like didn't afford you any defense against someone throwing an eighteen wheeler at you." "Welp to answer the first question. Every living being on the planet deserves to feel safe. I don't distinguish between humans, metahumans, aliens, atlanteans, or any other classification. If they need me I'll be there to do my thing. I will say that some of the things that some of them can does mean that they should be handled with a bit more care than the average person. But it would be wrong to not treat them as people because of it. With that in mind I'm aware I'll have to take more care in case I run into criminals with certain talents. I do my best thinking on my feet which is why I have you do all my equipment buying so I know all my bases are covered in preparation. But the fact of the matter is there are just some guys out there I won't be able to beat by trading blows. When it comes to facing those guys my mind's going to have to be my weapon of choice." "Wow I'm actually impressed with that answer. Of course we did go over that silver tongue earlier. Still your mind is going to be willing when your body can't sometime. Don't you ever get tired of jumping around from rooftop to rooftop? That has got to be hell on your legs. Speaking of being shape don't misunderstand what I'm about to say, because your physique is magazine cover worthy. But Erick what are you going to do if someone targets your belt? Or disarms you of that fancy little stick?" Chuckling Erick could tell she was at least comfortable enough to begin asking more lighthearted questions by now. "You're telling me I swear my legs almost fell off on my last patrol. But that's why you're around. You're in charge of all technology acquisition for Omen. As soon as you get me something to get around much easier I'll take it. Then I'll fall back to my fist. I have a pretty good pair y'know. And trust me I do know how to use them. I'm getting better every day actually. Plus there's that whole thinking on my feet thing." "Coy as usual Thanks for adding levity to the situation. We were oh so lacking." The brunette sarcastically called out. "You're the one flinging such sharp jabs at the guy who had been shot today," Erick responded. "Good point you are hurting. So Erick what are you going to do when you're seriously injured? A famous athlete can't exactly go to the hospital with riddled with gunshot wounds and other trauma. Let alone how are you going to explain your injuries to your teachers? Because, I know you know better than to think I'm letting" "That's the beauty of having money. I can afford a concierge doctor to make a house call. Besides we both know you've been reading up in secrecy on first aid. I'm sure I'll make it through the night. As for FCU's faculty, I thought you had more faith in my wordplay. I'll come up with something. We have a lot stairs, who's to say I couldn't take a very strange fall." "I'm ignoring the accusation. I'm also going to have to ignore your complete lack of foresight. But I am getting tired so last question. How does it feel? Being a hero I mean." Erick smiled. Now this question he was certainly ready to answer. "That's a loaded question. I love it. There's no doubt about that. No rush quite like it, but I'm no adrenaline junkie. Well okay I'm a bit of a junkie. But there's a reason why I chose the name Omen. And it doesn't have to do with how the name sounds in conjunction with Foreshadow. I wanted to be a symbol of bad things to come for those whom skirt on the wrong side of the law. Of course being a symbol of hope for the regular people is pretty nice." "You are right you aren't an adrenaline junkie. You're a total show-off. But Erick...no Omen. Do be careful. Anyways I'm heading to bed. By the way you're taking tomorrow night off to recover. If I so much as hear any objections, I will fill up a shotgun with beanbags and we'll test that concierge doctor theory. Night." Rolling off the bed the young woman gave Erick's injured side a playful tap before running out of the room. "How is she still more terrifying than the muzzle of a gun?" Glad to be done with her interrogation Erick fell into a slumber knowing that he would more or less be sleeping in the next day.

Foreshadow Knowledge (Business) - Erick Sloane Knowledge: (Popular Culture) - Erick Sloane Knowledge: (Current Events) - Foreshadow II Knowledge: (Streetwise) - Foreshadow II

As the bullets whizzed by harmlessly Omen smiled as he called back out to the crimson and black hero, "Anytime King!" As the underbosses took it upon themselves to cut their losses and run, Omen couldn't help feel that they were being bad hosts. Confidently he began to twirl his Bo Staff in his right hand in steady preparation for his next course of action. Quickly the youth twisted his body towards the last remaining guard and began swinging his metallic Bo Staff towards his guard's head. His body tensed as he tried to apply as much force as he could possibly muster in such a quick action. It was all a matter of preparation if the last flunky fell, Omen would make chase for the Underbosses. If not he would have no choice but to hold his ground. It wouldn't be very smart to leave his back exposed after whacking away at a guy after all. Furthermore, if the guard remained on his feet he would be near enough to cover Then there was the fact that the Underbosses route of escape was covered by the archer. Although it wasn't guaranteed that he was not having an issue with any of the guards outside. Still it was both a matter of trust and confidence. Both qualities the young vigilante was far from lacking in. Even as the Underbosses stumbled to try and escape the possibility of things going sour had yet to even cross his mind. The three capes were in control of the situation and that was just the way he liked it.

So Omen's going to shed the last bit of dead weight in the room by attacking the last guard. With a roll of 13 which barely hits. I suppose I couldn't expect all my rolls to be great ><. DC is still of course 21. If the guard goes down, Omen's gonna chase after the Underbosses since Move-By Action allows him to move after his standard action. Of course if the guards is still standing he's not gonna budge an inch. Especially since Quarrel does have the exit pretty covered.

29, wow I'm just tossing down those 20's (1d20+9=29)

Omen Have A Cigar! HellQ

Ah good he's bullet free. Let's see since I apparently made my actions earlier than I should have I suppose the order's KOS and then Quarrel and then guards and their bosses again.

I'm hoping KoS wasn't shot by that one guard.

I'm just surprised that the dice aren't hating me right now.