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"A remote detonator! Wiserock, I'm surprised at you! We are having a stern talk about this once I clean up this mess you've made." The Penitent took off into the air, tailing after Ironclad as she discovered the robots. Seeing that she failed to defeat the machine with a well-placed strike, the Penitent grimaced, and prepared himself to go maximum speed. Suddenly, he tore down the hallway, extending his fist to connect with the poor robots in front of him. "Time to sweep the floor with you guys."

9+6 = 15 Looks like I messed up on that one.

My notice check. 17+3 = 20

The Penitent looked at the wreckage, gaping slightly. "Well, little missy, I will say I am very much impressed." He looked at the Ajax employee. "You work on what you can figure out for those blueprints. I figure if our friendly superbrain wrapped in a form-fittin' tank here can't figure it out, pooled resources might. 'N any case, keep me updated. I'll be checkin' in with you." "Now as fer you, Wienerschnitzel, I've been thinkin' some more and it occurred to me. This is a probably a self-esteem issue. The metal bandage looking stuff is to hide the acne break out, the whole German accent thing is to make yourself seem more mysterious, and all this is a cry for attention because your parents are lame and the girl you liked stood you up at the prom. Am I close? I bet I am. Tell you what, sport, you turn yourself in and we can all go out for ice-cream later. My treat. What do you say, hmmm?" Smirking to himself, he listened close to see if he could find any robots.

Welp, apparently the Penitent just crossed his eyes and went DERP. Natural one, baby.

The Penitent blinked, then grinned as he looked over at Ironclad. "He's on the roof. But he's got some dastardly lookin' blueprints... Can't make heads or tails of them, though. I'll send 'em over to you and hope you can get a good idea... In fact, I think I'll send it out to any capable minds." Quickly, he sent the mental images he received through his powers, this time selectively choosing those he remembered near the robotics portions of the expo, as well as Ironclad. After all, many minds working together were better than just one, no matter how bright. "Now, while you think that over, let's prepare fer a rumble, little missy." Grinning to himself while he took a defensive stance, facing the room from which the man approached. "Now, Whitesnot, I've been thinking these few seconds, and it occurred to me. You're a man who hides behind machines like they're his big brother, and then pulls out the big threats when someone might beat him up. "Do you know what that makes you? "Do you? "Have you guessed yet? "It makes you a. "NERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRD!"

The Penitent The Closed Circle

The Penitent's initiative roll.

The Penitent stopped, and watch the screen, before pulling off his shades and looking around at the crowd. Grunting a little bit, he cursed to himself. Dangit, can't get a moment's peace in this city without someone trying to show off somehow. Grinning to himself, he walked into visible space. "Don't worry folks, I got this. Now I'm about to make a call to everyone, so I would appreciate if you don't all respond at once'n all and gimme a brain overload." Focusing, he sent out the spirits to contact the people of the tower. "GREETINGS WEASELY NA-CHOS! I AM YOUR CONSCIENCE! YOU HAVE BEEN VERY NAUGHTY!" The words resonated throughout every person in the building's mind. "No, but seriously, you wanted the attention of a hero, and you dun got it. I am the Penitent, resident sin-eater. I like beating up bad guys, cleaning up society and long walks on the beach. I'm sure you'd love to share something about yourself, but I'm a rather bit pressed for time, I am sure you understand. Well, anyway, if you could just go ahead and reveal just where you're hidin' out, I think that'd be great for everybody."

The Penitent's mouth quirked into a smile, and he chuckled softly at the man. "It's not a problem." He raised his eyebrow at the mention of there being danger or a potential death. "But no, I'm not here for business. I just happen to be a bit of a geek when it comes to technology and all that. Grew up in the boondocks, so I never got to see it much until I struck out on my own." He looked down at the number, and his smile grew wider. "I'll hang onto this and give it to anyone qualified and interested. You're doing good work for all of humanity." He inched back, and gave a brief wave. "Anyway, I will stop taking up your time and let others get a look at whatcha got, but again, thank you for the number." He gestured to it, and put it in his pocket, before turning and starting to head back into the crowd of the expo, whistling a tune to himself.

The Penitent's mouth twitched a bit, and he leaned in. "Listen, I'm gonna be straight with you as my momma raised to be an honest man, but these... Augments, they're supernatural." He grimaced a bit, but shrugged. "I'm a sin-eater, someone who takes on the burdens of sinners to alleviate them and so on and so forth." He lowered his glasses, revealing his catlike eyes as they undilated from their cat-like dagger shape to rounder form like with a normal animal, to show he wasn't wearing contacts. "Not a bogeyman, though. On your side and all -- I like to help people and do what I can for the city. He grinned softly, pointing down as he levitated just off the ground enough to let someone who had been told notice it, hoping to prove that he was not in fact lying. He just hoped it would go over well.

The Penitent frowned softly. "No, I'm afraid not. Medicine's definitely not my forte." He looked at the man apologetically, and then perked up a bit. "But, in my line of work, I do tend to interact a lot with a lot of specialised sorts of people, and if you just give me a referral number, I could see about giving them your info and a way to contact you." He shrugged his shoulders a bit, looking around. "Sorry I can't help more than that."

"Mr. Penitent, but you can call me Bram." He knew it wouldn't really pass as a name in most circumstances, but with his accent, it sounded like "Penaden". Extending his hand, he grinned "This is mighty amazing stuff, here." He stroked his chin. "So you could overcome paralysis... ALS. Hot damn.". He rubbed the back of his head, looking at the skeleton. "Do you have any backers? Any contracts with governments? This stuff seems like it needs to get out there, and quick." The Penitent grinned warmly at the man, having a great fondness for medical research.

The Penitent was here for pleasure, to take in the sights of the exhibition. While definitely tied to the supernatural, hnd ae rather liked robots, because hey, who didn't? He had managed to downplay his threatening looks by picking up a pair of sunglasses, and a tacky red hawaiian shirt with some faded jeans picked up from a thrift store instead of his "biker from Hell" look he normally had going. He still got odd looks, of course, but that was inevitable when you looked like the Penitent did. He didn't even mind much. He was personally interested in the androids the most, watching them with rapt attention, when his focus was broken by the starting of the man's face upon the main monitor. He moved over to get a better view of the screen, catching a poor sap getting shot down rather hard by some lady he had attempted to court. Though it was a bit rude, the Penitent couldn't help himself and cracked a small smile. "Nyeh-heh-heh. Poor kid." He eyed the man on the monitor "Man looks almost as demonic as I do." His thick Appalachian accent poured from every word as he muttered to himself, a habit he had picked up when he changed.

Now I need an angle to get the Penitent in there... Hmmm. I shall be thinking about it tonight.

We'll call him the Dastardly "Cutter Shades".

And the Penitent is in to give this creep... A taste of his own medicine.

The Penitent grinned at Wave-Eye, as he had been doing the whole conversation. "Hey, hey, I think you'll do fine. Just remember, if you start thinking that maybe helping them is not worth it, just remember that doing good is kinda like dominoes. Doing good makes other people wanna do good. Gives 'em the courage to do good." He extended his hand again to Wave-Eye. "Now, I better get into the city. If you want to come with me, that's good with me, but if you don't..." He looked over Wave-Eye "Well, I guess you wouldn't have a cell-phone on you, but if you ever need help with the big drink then just give me a holler and I'll help you right away." The lightning arced once more through the sky. "But in any case, thanks for the welcome. It's really good to meet you, Wave-Eye."

The Penitent looked at the fish-man for a moment, and shrugged idly. "That, I can't say. I suppose the first thing is that you just need to earn it. You're always gonna get a few who won't accept you if you look a little different, but at the same time... people remember what you do. You might not get praise for it, you might not become a public idol, but people notice. If anything, you might just get them to cooperate." He looked out at the city. "It depends on what you're looking for. Even if everyone hated me, I think I'd try to help them."

The Penitent shrugged his shoulders gently. "Really, it's just a chance for them to do good by proxy. I'm not really the man I was before..." He gestured to his strange features "This happened." He tapped his chin. "It's hard to explain, but essentially, their personalities kind of blended with mine. So when I do good... We all do good. Besides, the genuine remorse goes a long way in making up for what they've done." He grinned as the lightning flashed again. "I know, it's an odd way to go about it, but at the very least it gives me the chance to help the living as well as the dead."

"Why do I call myself the Penitent?" That gave him pause as he scratched his chin. "Well, I guess because everyone before me who held this job was called the Penitent." He looked back up at the sky as lightning cracked again and the rain doubled in strength as it poured on the ground. "But, as I remember it..." His old Virginia accent making the words come out as "As ah rembah it" as he spoke "I'm called the Penitent because I work to help the thousand souls bound to me repent. You know, stop doing what made them evil and turn to good. In return, they gimme powers, or that's how I think it works. Incidentally, that's why I look like this." He nodded at his answer, hoping it was satisfactory. "As for, well, the path I was talking about... Well, I suppose what I meant was that any man, or woman for that matter, well, no matter what harm they've done, they've always the chance to turn around and do good and they should be given that chance. I mean, everyone has the right to be forgiven if they really mean it. But as for whether it's open to all... I think anyone has the ability to follow it, but not everyone will, if you know what I mean. But yeah, anyone can follow the path to redeeming themselves, I believe." He laughed at himself. "Did I explain myself clear enough?"

By the way, just letting you know, Ari, that you really didn't need to ask. Anyone can join.

The Penitent took the fish gratefully -- while not used to raw fish, he was always hungry and willing to try something new if it meant calming the growl in his stomach. "Thanks for the fish," He said before biting into it and swallowing "but no, not here to hurt anyone. Here to help, in fact." He wolfed down the rest of the fish, not really slow enough to mind the taste, even if he would have had a problem with it. He nodded again to Wave-Eye in thanks, and wiped his mouth clean. "But I actually am a human. Well, I think I still am, at the very least. Powers being what they are, you never know," Looking back at the city, he gave a bit of an appreciative sigh "Well, it's hard to believe I'm here, but I'm here to help people get on the right path. That's generally my thing, leading people onto the path to light and all that." He extended his hand "But I suppose I better give you my name," he said warmly. "You can call me the Penitent, Wave-Eye. Very good to meet you."

The Penitent saw the sudden blinking lights, which flashed three times in rapid succession. He would have passed it off, but from focusing, he saw that it was coming from something organically shaped. Given that, he figured it was one of the heroes. It never even occurred him that there were people who had powers who weren't necessarily "heroes" as he descended upon the source of the light. He slowed at first, letting the source of the light become less and less an amorphous blob and more shaped in his view, becoming... a fishman. A frankly predatory fishman, but he tried not to judge based on appearances given his own situation. Grinning, he parted the hair from his eyes as his boots clapped down on the solid ground. "You rang?"

This is a generally open topic, and I'm not looking for anyone specific. This will start off as a meet-and-greet, and I will adapt my plans according to who ends up joining this. I shall make sure I edit in the date and time.