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Abnormals works. Anyone desperately opposed?

How about the Irregulars?

Okay, so Arichamus and I have come up with an idea for a superteam. This time would be like the Outsiders - a more underground group who tackle some of the more shadier elements of crime. The group's explicitly looking for people who have something like a monstrous appearance, or perhaps just a dark past they're trying to atone for. However, they must also have displayed in some way that they do, in fact, have some sort of moral fibre and are not totally psychotic. The group is looking for 4-5 members, two of those positions having been filled by the Penitent and Arichamus' character Wave-Eye. PLs remain largely unimportant, and minors will be considered, though preferably they should be turning 18 some time soon. No group member will explicitly be above the other, so there's a lot of team equality going on there. Any suggestions by interested parties are of course, welcome.

Alright, here's the crime scene:

The lock on the door popped open, and the door slid back. The crime scene had been largely cleaned up now, having been investigated, but some fragments of table were still in the carpet, some small flecks of blood missed. Holes were in the drywall, the depressions suggesting a very powerful throw. The marble countertops had a highly disturbing feature: something had managed to claw about two inches deep into the stonework and drag across the entire width of the thing, and the spacing suggested a human hand. "Well, dang..." Bram took a look around. "I don't suppose the police missed anything..." He turned, and then gave a smile grin. "But it wouldn't hurt to check, huh?"

Success!

The Penitent nodded, and got a tight grip around King of Suits, and rapidly lifted him into the air. It wasn't hard to spot which of them was the specific room in question -- the windows had been cleaned, but blood was still quite visible on the frames. The Penitent dropped the King of Suits down on the balcony, and then landed himself. He tried to open the door, but it was locked, as it he should have expected. "I don't suppose you have lockpicking kit?" ~~~~ Marlow looked at Starlight, and then at the gun, then sputtered "But... I... She got me by surp-" He sighed, and looked at the ground. "Fine. She seems to have powers similar to Bram... 'Cept, she seems a lot stronger. Lot stronger. Like, A-Class. I'd watch out and not take her on your own, okay?"

1d20+10=22 Yeah, he's not fussed.

Actually, I was hoping SC would post, but since that is not happening and everyone decided to taunt the being empowered by a God, make reflex rolls.

Any ideas on how we're going to work in Ghost Girl yet?

The Penitent was looking down sadly at the girl who had fallen unconscious in his grasp, letting her drop and sighing as he looked at the others. His face looked much older, suddenly, and he seemed a bit more human as he slowly rose to his feet, turning to face Nick. "I wanted to help these kids, not beat the tar out of them. The girl was obviously hurtin'..." His accent was coming through a little stronger. He forced a smile at Nick's question, but it was obvious he was fighting a burning in his throat. "Well, it's a long story. I had just come back from seminary school, you know? I was planning to be a preacher, because I was a good little Christian kid. Well, when I came back, I was told there was something special planned for me. Something big. When I found out what all the hubbub was, I was told I had a pure heart, and this meant I was destined to be the Penitent... I come from a community of sin-eaters, we take the burden of other people's sins and put them onto ourselves. That's our thing. Goes all the back to the early days of Christendom in Scotland, apparently." He rubbed the back of his head. "Well, being this pure-hearted kid, they told me that I could be bound to a thousand souls, all damned, who would have been good if not for specific circumstances. These repentant souls were bound to me, of their own will, and I'm given a chance to help them earn their way onto Paradise. Or so I'm told. Unfortunately, there's some drawbacks. Can't enter churches or I'll die... So I can't be ordained. Heck, no synagogues or mosques either. Additionally, someone can hold me back with the symbols of my faith. Bit of a bummer, I guess. I suppose it was in case I wasn't really pure and went nutso with the sudden burden of new sins on my shoulders. Still kind of a pain to be excluded for the only job I'm trained for." He shrugged gently. "But I do what I can to help. Try and steer people onto the right path and make sure that the decent folk are kept safe from people who are misguided for whatever reason." He looked back at the fallen folk solemnly. "Which is why I wanna help these kids. I'm havin' a feeling that they're not really bad... Well, few people really are. I think these kids just made a really bad choice and I don't want them to have to pay for it for all eternity."

1d20+20=32 Alright, he's healed.

The Penitent nodded slowly, downing the offered glass. "Alright, so." He said, pausing for thought. "One man and one team. Gruvnov arrived ten days ago, team arrives on his tail. Then, less than a week ago, the team trailing him disappears. We know Gruvnov is carrying some object of value and power with him, and that he's got some powers from God. Now, I may not look like it, but I got powers from God too, 'least that's what I've been told and what I believe. If I was certain I'd get something out of it, I'd fly back home and ask about this, but... No. It wouldn't be useful." The Penitent ran his fingers through his hair again, avoiding the massive curving horns on his forehead. "So," He said, the heat glazing over his skin even in the night like this "I think what I'll do is ask around my fellow hobos, and Nick, I suppose, can ask around the dead. But we'll need to be able to be specific about what we're asking about."

The Penitent nodded to Nick. "Yeah, this is about where I left off, Nick. Bram took a deep drink, then looked around. His grey skin had begun to flush a bit, but being so massive, Bram had little trouble holding his alcohol. "Alright, so you have Nick and me. Now all we need to know is exactly what we have to do... Unless you're hoping to make this duo a trio. Now, in any case, we have the gist, so I suppose all we need to know is what exactly we're up against and where to go." He looked at Nick. "You have any questions, bud?"

Looking at your sheet... Nnnno. She's gone supersonic.

The Penitent quickly dialed Nick's number, relaxing in the chair. "Hey, Nick, this is Bram. You know, the Penitent? We have some need of your expertise. I'm sitting here with a fine gentleman who regularly deals with the no-longer living who happen to miss the fact that the dead don't shuffle. What I'm saying is it seems like we've got a necro on our hands. A whole team has gone missing and this guy I'm with is wondering if you can help out? I know you don't know me too well but I'm hoping the same. Fact of the matter is, I'm not anywhere near as knowledgeable about this stuff as you are. Now, if you're interested, meet us down at Marvin's Hole in Fens. If not, just tell me and I'll leave you be." He shot a glance up at Viktor.

The Penitent nodded quickly. He thought about the kids involved in that and shuddered a bit. He looked at the exit

The Penitent nodded slowly, draining the drinks a little slower this time. He twitched slightly at the sight of the crucifix, more out of reflex than actual effect. "Bogies, huh? Well, I suppose you've got my help, then." He grinned. "The drinks are much appreciated, by the way." He leaned in, and then switched to Russian. He looked around.

"Cheers," Bram replied, slightly surprised "and thanks for the vodka." Bram too, drained his vodka, and then eyed the man up and down, assessing the situation. He wiped the cool condensation off on his shirt - normally he wore leathers, but it was simply getting too hot to wear anything more than the jeans and white t-shirt he was in now. Grinning, and assessing the man to be somewhat genuine, Bram grinned. "Alright, Viktor," He said genially "Tell me what you need me for and I'll be glad to help." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Though I dunno why you'd want me. I'm just dumb muscle."

Tagging this.

The Penitent 1) Fixed the DC block to actually match his abilities. 2) Removed the "Innate" quality from Comprehend (which shouldn't have been there in the first place), bringing it down to 3PP instead of 4. 3) Removed the "Ablative (Physical)" quality from Protection, making it 6PP 4) All PP is now spent. Ingested by Supercape!

The Penitent The Sins We All Share (1 post) You're a Wizard Harry (1 post) 2 posts for July. I am something special.

Marlow had been next to the phone when he had been found, just barely clinging to life. The healing worked well on him, bringing him back to life, and his stupor faded as well. Marlow smiled weakly "Dang, you're a life-saver... I suppose I owe you one." He got himself off of the floor, and nodded to Starlight. "Well, I'd stay here and rest but we have to warn Bram, and the big lug doesn't keep a cell." He stripped off his bloody dress shirt, tossing it in the garbage as he replaced it with a new stirling white one, buttoning it up then quickly fixing up a tie in a military knot. He then hurried over the debris, to a fallen cabinet, and pulled open a drawer, searching through it. At first, he pulled out a rather cheap looking handgun, eyeing it for a moment, before shaking his head and muttering something like "not this time", before pulling out a massive looking revolver, and loading ammunition into it from a box labeled "hollow point". Finally, he pulled out a shoulder holster, and rapidly affixed it to himself, before yanking a fedora onto his head and hopping over the debris. Quickly, he peaked outside through a hole in his apartment wall. "...F***, car is totaled." "Alright, do you think the other guy... Uh... Suits or whatever, you think he has a phone on him?" ~~~~ The Penitent followed King of Suits to the Polanski building, a massive tower of grey concrete and smoke-stained glass, still a mark better than most buildings in the Fens. The main entrance was obviously a no-go, with a few officers hanging around the front doors, sipping water from bottles and watching the streets carefully, but there was an alley leading to the back, a fire-escape hanging on the wall. Bram looked at the King of Suits. "I think I could lift you and fly to the third floor. You'd be alright with that?" ~~~~ The creature's eyes suddenly locked with Revenant's, narrowing, but then they widened, and the creature turned from Revenant, taking off into the air. For whatever reason, it was not going to fight Revenant right then and there. Not unless it was forced into it.

Perfect, full heal for Marlow.

The man grinned. "Ill-advised, how charming." He leaned forward. "I shall use the language you understand best, fish-man. I'll explain everything. You see, our people, we have the ability to control those with our blood. Now, that might sound pathetic... Until you realise the Basque... The Welsh, the Irish... They're all descended from us. Do you know how many of your... Americans have Irish blood? How many of the are in the highest echelons of this nation's power, in access to some of the most devestating weapons in this pitiful species' history? In any species' history? Do not play games with us, fish-man. Take your own life now and we might spare some lives for you." The man sat back, rather pleased with himself.