Exaccus

As I am now platinum I'm going to put this fellow in the slot that opened up rather than retire Oz as originaly said Thanks!

Techneaux Power Level: 10-12 (180/184PP) Unspent Power Points: 4 Trade-Offs: -5/+5 on Defense/Toughness, -5/+5 Attack/damage (Heavy ion cannon) +5/-5 Attack/Damage on Micro munitions In Brief: A Spark of genius Backed by the thunderous force of personality Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: Maximilian Lucre (Public) Birthplace: Zurich, Switzerland Residence: Multiple; Penthouse is Emerald City Base of Operations: Emerald City Occupation: Confectioner,Inventor, Billionaire Philanthropist, Founder of LucreTech Affiliations: LucreTech, Max Corp and Several philanthropic Charities. Family: Herman Lucre (Father) Mila Johansson (mother; Died at child birth) Description: Age: 28 (DoB: 1991) Gender: Male (cisgender) Ethnicity: Caucasian (Nordic) Height: 1.905 m Weight: 107 Kg Eyes: Bown Hair: Clean Shaven A Tall and Rotund man Max is carries his weight with a stately posture and dresses flamboyantly given even the slightest excuse, likes to keep himself well groomed even with the regrettable sacrifice of his body hair. History: Max's history begins long before he was even conceived with his father, a German scientist who in the earliest days of the second world war, Disgusted by the horrific immorality of the Nazi parties Ubermensch program, attempted to defect, Sadly he was caught attempting flee the country with his research and in what the SS Commander believed to be Poetic justice, Injected with the experimental formula he had been carrying with him, Over a half dozen compounds of various make up were pushed into his veins and with the resulting seizure and preceeding beatings, he was thus left to die in a shallow grave of a muddy ditch along a rural path. Needless to say none were more surprised by his survival than himself and after crawling his way out of the ditch he found himself with little worse than a limp and able to make it the rest of the way to the rendezvous with the allied agent waiting to extract him with scraps of his research notes he could gather from amidst the chaos clutched to his chest. Herman's Contribution to the allied war effort were at best moderate but still appreciable enough that he was offered full US citizenship under project paperclip following the wars conclusion, a quite life of comfort proved reward enough for the exhausted scientist and for while he settled into life working for DARPA. That is until he met his wife at some event he barely remembered, dragged along as a big name on some project or another he none the less lacked the influence to refuse his employers assistance to attend; it began what proved to be a whirlwind romance that culminated in tragedy and triumph in equal measure. His mother, being of swiss nobility had been disallowed to marry Herman Lucre by her family, having dismissed her infatuation with the commoner as little more than an adventurous if drawn out streak of rebellious thrill seeking; they were shocked and enraged to learn she was pregnant with his child and all but disowned (to maintain their oh so precious public image) Maximilian would never know his mother as; one stormy night in a cottage in Zurich which to this day Maximilian refuses to celebrate; she left this world for the next; dying shortly after delivering him to the world, holding on just long enough to hold him in her arms before she breathed her last; leaving him to be raised in the care of his heartbroken father. As he grew it became apparently that only only did he have an intellect far in excess of his genius father but also a tremendous force of personality that allowed him to turn even the staunchest opposition to his cause, his father sensing the seeds of greatness did everything in his power to ensure max revived the best education his meager means could provide even amidst the Johansson families attempt to quash information of their illegitimate grandson. and so as a young man in his 20's Maximilian raised not one but two companies to the heights of success, the first LucreTech He handed to his father as a means of keeping himself in luxurious comfort whilst he pursued his other agendas, Max Corp on the other hand he dedicated to much more vindictive means, granting it to the care of one of the rival noble families of the johansson and firmly tipping the scales against them and their pursuits on the agreement of regular "donations" to the various charities his mother had championed whilst she held her family's esteem. With a steady source of money from his various investments he settled into a early retirement, content to tinker and pursue his whims and flights of fancy in an idyllic little estate far away from the concerns of day to day life. Or so he imagined. it was on an idle afternoon whilst he flipped through the various foreign channels available to him with a particularly...illegal and quite undetectable modification to his set that he came across a live report of a brawl between various vibrantly costumed heroes and villains fighting in the streets of some american city he'd never even heard of before and was instantly hooked; the vibrant costumes, the drama, the witicism!....the challenge. rushing to his garage (and leaving his latest confectionery experiment to burn) he set to work immediately cobbling together the drafts for a personal platform even has he rabidly thummed through his smartphone looking at various up market properties in that same city. Personality & Motivation: A larger than life bon vivant of tremendous charisma and titanic intellect max is driven to heroism by his ego and hunger for challenge that his day to day activities have failed to provide, though he is far from malicious he is selfish (and driven, brilliant, rich he would hasten to add) he tends to have extreme moods as his emotions are more strongly felt, though he is normally benevolent and something of a party animal, he is equally strongly predisposed to more negative emotions as well, he has a love for flamboyant clothes, eccentric hobbies and theatrics which he regularly indulges in and it is the primary reason he took up the responsability of being a hero. Powers & Tactics: Maximilian is a genius inventor, safely inside his moderately armed and armoured personal combat pod he is capable of raining down long range destruction alongside booming boasts and thundering taunts to opponents with a preferance for opponents who are either on equal footing or far beneath his capabilities by his own assessment, a hero isnt a hero without minions to sweep aside and villains to clash with are they? Power Descriptions: Most of Max's powers are derived from implausibly advanced technology derived from his one mutant power of a bioelectricly overcharged and overclocked brain and as such have sleek and clean looks to them as they blast torrents of green energy at his foes from the comfort and safety of his hermetically sealed combat pod. He makes use of primarily Advanced electronics and machinery in his technologies to produce enviromentally friendly ionic energy to power his pods flight and main cannon The pod itself is an perfect hemisphere of gleaming silvery metal 5ft across at its widest point and just tall enough for max to sit comfortably within. With a deployable Hardend smart glass Cockpit cover that serves to seal the enviroment and provide targeting assistance for the primary cannon and dispersal pattern controls for the micro munitions, both of the pods armaments are neatly stored away in the bodywork of the personal vehicle when not in use, the munitions rack flanking the cannon beneath the paneling of the front quaters of the cockpit, the main cannon telescoping out directly from the heavily shielded main generator from the precise middle of the pod. The cannon itself supports a short quadrouple set of adjustable angle electromagnetic rails that extend from the front of the pod to focus and gather the energy from the reactor and adjust it's firing angle with a suprisingly degree of efficacy allowing for variable magnitudes of ionic energy to be directed with precision. The micromunitions that make up his secondary Armament use unstable hardlight constructs to deliver great concussive force even for their relatively low yields though automatic shaped fracturing points using IFF tags to avoid friendly fire and without leaving dangerous metal shrapnel Rather more impressive however is the pods experimental food Replicator, though as a hobbyist chef max much prefers to hand make his own food it simply isn't practical to do so on the battle field, the technology is itself wildly inefficient in converting Ionic energy and ambient hydrogen atoms into food and can only provide enough food for one person reliably and is unsuited for larger scale use. It is thanks to a relatively less impressive system of oxygen scrubbers and radiators that provide the perfectly comfortable enviroment within the pod. Lastly the pods electromagnetic repulsion powered flight can divert power to a experimental device that uses gravitons to affect space in a limited way allowing the pod to translocate itself by folding spatial dimensions to move without passing through the space between locations. Beyond these the pod is also stocked with various amenities thar serve little purpose beyond providing entertainment and comfort to Max whilst waiting for his time to shine, everything from AR games to various minor appliances that the miniaturisation of his tech has freed up the space for. Complications: Electromagnetic Moodswings: Though he is quite moody naturally; Due to his brain hosting a gargantuan charge of electricity max's very mind can be affected and even altered by the influence of powerful magnetic fields, such as those produced by a MRI scanner these can be harmless such as inexplicable giggling that makes him short of breath and unable to communicate or harmful to himself and others such as violent unreasoning rages Shadows of the past: though he has declawed them financially his mothers family are still quite rich and angry about his decisions regarding Max Tech , weather they know he is Mila's son he doesn't know nor does he care, so far they have only sent rather harmless thugs to try and intimidate him but with his continued taunting and humiliation of them he may yet evoke more firey responses from the humiliated but far from humbled noble family. Sins of the Father: That his father was a nazi scientist (albeit for an extremely short time) is unknown to Max, perhaps for the best, as such he is unsure as to why various affiliates of the failed reich show great intrest in him and his father's work, though he is quite happy to have such audacious villains as them constantly lining up for him to knock down like bowling pins. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 10 + 10 + 4 + 14 = 42PP STR: +0 (10) DEX: +2 (14) CON: +5 (20) INT: +15/+5 (40/20) WIS: +2 (14) CHA: +7 (24) Combat: 10+10 = 20pp Attack: +5 Melee: +5 Ranged +5 Micro munitions +15 (5 attack +10 (accurate 5)) Grapple: +5 (0 Str + 5 Attack) Defense: +5 (10pp) Flat footed: +2 KB: +2 Initiative: +15/+5 (+15/5 Int (speed of thought)) Saves: 1 + 6 + 8 = 15pp Toughness : +5/+15 ( +5 con +10 Protection (Hardened Titanium Armour) Fortitude: +6 (+5 Con + 1 ) Reflex :+8 (+2 Dex + 6 ) Will: +10 (+2 Wis + 8 ) Skills: 24pp (96 ranks) Bluff 8 (+15) Concentration 12 (+14) Craft (electronic) 10 (+25/+15) SM Craft (mechanical) 10 (+25/+15) SM Diplomacy 8 (+15) Drive 4 (+6) Language 4 (Base: German, French, English, Japanese) Knowledge (physical sciences) 10 (+25/+15)SM Knowledge (technology) 10 (+25/+15)SM UE Notice 3 (+5) Pilot 6 (+8) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Sleight of Hand 8 (+10) Feats: 11pp All-Out Attack Benefit 3 (Wealth) Inventor Jack-of-All-Trades Move-by Action Power Attack Skill Mastery (Craft Mechanical, Craft Chemical, Knowledge Physical sciences, Knowledge Technology) Speed of Thought Ultimate Effort (Kn: Technology) Powers: 20 + 46 + 2 = 68pp Supercharged Brain (Enhanced Intelligence 20; Mutation, Bio-Electricity)[20pp] Personal Combat Pod (Device 11) (Technology; Hard to lose, Only you can use; 55 point device)[46pp] Polymath (Quickness 4) (Mutation Bio-electricity; Perform routine tasks at 25x speed; One Type (Mental))[2pp] Attack Range Effect To Hit Save Unarmed Touch Damage (Bludgeoning) +5 DC15 Toughness save (Staged) Grapple Touch Grapple +5 Opposed Strength Heavy Ion Cannon 150ft increments Damage (Ionic energy) +5 DC30 Toughness save (Staged) Micro Munitions 25ft Increments Damage (Explosive) +15 DC 20 (Autofire) Toughness save (staged) Totals: Abilities 42 + Skills 24 (96 ranks) + Feats 11 + Powers 68 + Combat 20 + Saves 15 + Drawbacks 0 = 180/184

Facsimile gasped not because he had any particular need to breath but rather in a reflex story attempt to clear his mouth of the rank breath of the fat tiger sat on him. As much as he wanted to give lip back to the tiger he thought better of it and instead opted to communicate his ire across the mental link. <Urge to punch god in his smug face rising.>

Completing my mimicry this round So im gonna try and slip out now. Here's that Concentration check. 1d20+14=19 Bother. Try again later!

for his part alex was content to enjoy the fact that a hal 9000 doorbell was quite happily conversing with them in its monotone mechanical voice, this was the kind of stuff he loved, the chocolate chips and hazelnuts amidst the weirdness ice cream that was life in freedom city, he would never try to consciously undermine the efforts of other heroes but he was a man of popular and classic culture, ever fascinated by rise of technology and society around him so he couldn't help but playfully pipe up at the end of holograms diologue with the machine. "and none of us are called dave, so you can't do that."

"Sweet!" There was a feeling of excitement to it all that he couldn't quite describe even as he grasped it tightly in his chest. "How do you even make this kinda stuff?" He asked as he strained the material chain he'd been given to test the tensile strength of the chain. "Someone tried to explain it to me once but I didn't quite get it...nanoscopic smart materials I kinda get, that raincoat that can repair itself with friction is pretty neat." He mumbled to himself before snapping back to the here and now. "I'll meet you then, then? Joe's diner again? My treat!" He offered in exuberant excitement

Techneaux Power Level: 10 (180/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: -5/+5 on Defense/Toughness, -5/+5 Attack/damage (Heavy ion cannon) +5/-5 on Micro munitions In Brief: A Spark of genius Backed by the thunderous force of personality Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: Maximilian Lucre (Public) Birthplace: Zurich, Switzerland Residence: Multiple; Penthouse is Emerald City Base of Operations: Emerald City Occupation: Confectioner,Inventor, Billionaire Philanthropist, Founder of LucreTech Affiliations: LucreTech, Max Corp and Several philanthropic Charities. Family: Herman Lucre (Father) Mila Johansson (mother; Died at child birth) Description: Age: 28 (DoB: 1991) Gender: Male (cisgender) Ethnicity: Caucasian (Nordic) Height: 1.905 m Weight: 107 Kg Eyes: Bown Hair: Clean Shaven A Tall and Rotund man Max is carries his weight with a stately posture and dresses flamboyantly given even the slightest excuse, likes to keep himself well groomed even with the regrettable sacrifice of his body hair. History: Max's history begins long before he was even conceived with his father, a German scientist who in the earliest days of the second world war, Disgusted by the horrific immorality of the Nazi parties Ubermensch program, attempted to defect, Sadly he was caught attempting flee the country with his research and in what the SS Commander believed to be Poetic justice, Injected with the experimental formula he had been carrying with him, Over a half dozen compounds of various make up were pushed into his veins and with the resulting seizure and preceeding beatings, he was thus left to die in a shallow grave of a muddy ditch along a rural path. Needless to say none were more surprised by his survival than himself and after crawling his way out of the ditch he found himself with little worse than a limp and able to make it the rest of the way to the rendezvous with the allied agent waiting to extract him with scraps of his research notes he could gather from amidst the chaos clutched to his chest. Herman's Contribution to the allied war effort were at best moderate but still appreciable enough that he was offered full US citizenship under project paperclip following the wars conclusion, a quite life of comfort proved reward enough for the exhausted scientist and for while he settled into life working for DARPA. That is until he met his wife at some event he barely remembered, dragged along as a big name on some project or another he none the less lacked the influence to refuse his employers assistance to attend; it began what proved to be a whirlwind romance that culminated in tragedy and triumph in equal measure. His mother, being of swiss nobility had been disallowed to marry Herman Lucre by her family, having dismissed her infatuation with the commoner as little more than an adventurous if drawn out streak of rebellious thrill seeking; they were shocked and enraged to learn she was pregnant with his child and all but disowned (to maintain their oh so precious public image) Maximilian would never know his mother as; one stormy night in a cottage in Zurich which to this day Maximilian refuses to celebrate; she left this world for the next; dying shortly after delivering him to the world, holding on just long enough to hold him in her arms before she breathed her last; leaving him to be raised in the care of his heartbroken father. As he grew it became apparently that only only did he have an intellect far in excess of his genius father but also a tremendous force of personality that allowed him to turn even the staunchest opposition to his cause, his father sensing the seeds of greatness did everything in his power to ensure max revived the best education his meager means could provide even amidst the Johansson families attempt to quash information of their illegitimate grandson. and so as a young man in his 20's Maximilian raised not one but two companies to the heights of success, the first LucreTech He handed to his father as a means of keeping himself in luxurious comfort whilst he pursued his other agendas, Max Corp on the other hand he dedicated to much more vindictive means, granting it to the care of one of the rival noble families of the johansson and firmly tipping the scales against them and their pursuits on the agreement of regular "donations" to the various charities his mother had championed whilst she held her family's esteem. With a steady source of money from his various investments he settled into a early retirement, content to tinker and pursue his whims and flights of fancy in an idyllic little estate far away from the concerns of day to day life. Or so he imagined. it was on an idle afternoon whilst he flipped through the various foreign channels available to him with a particularly...illegal and quite undetectable modification to his set that he came across a live report of a brawl between various vibrantly costumed heroes and villains fighting in the streets of some american city he'd never even heard of before and was instantly hooked; the vibrant costumes, the drama, the witicism!....the challenge. rushing to his garage (and leaving his latest confectionery experiment to burn) he set to work immediately cobbling together the drafts for a personal platform even has he rabidly thummed through his smartphone looking at various up market properties in that same city. Personality & Motivation: A larger than life bon vivant of tremendous charisma and titanic intellect max is driven to heroism by his ego and hunger for challenge that his day to day activities have failed to provide, though he is far from malicious he is selfish (and driven, brilliant, rich he would hasten to add) he tends to have extreme moods as his emotions are more strongly felt, though he is normally benevolent and something of a party animal, he is equally strongly predisposed to more negative emotions as well, he has a love for flamboyant clothes, eccentric hobbies and theatrics which he regularly indulges in and it is the primary reason he took up the responsability of being a hero. Powers & Tactics: Maximilian is a genius inventor, astride his personal combat platform he is capable of raining down long range destruction alongside booming boasts and thundering taunts to opponents with a preferance for opponents who are either on equal footing or far beneath his capabilities by his own assessment, a hero isnt a hero without minions to sweep aside and villains to clash with are they? he has reccently (and regretfully) learned that his superhuman intellect is allowed by a unique mutation in his neural matter that allows him to store a tremendous ammount of bio-electricity to supercharge his brain, that self same electricty can also be released from his head as an omnidirectional (and quite indiscriminate) burst of blue-white electricity though he is loath to use this ability as it shorts his brain a little and the first involuntary triggering of it ignited his hair. Power Descriptions: Most of Max's powers are derived from implausibly advanced technology and as such have sleek and clean looks to them as they blast torrents of lime green energy at his foes, offset by the bluewhite electricity he can naturally emit from his cranium Complications: Electromagnetic Moodswings: Though he is quite moody naturally; Due to his brain hosting a gargantuan charge of electricity max's very mind can be affected and even altered by the influence of powerful magnetic fields, such as those produced by a MRI scanner these can be harmless such as inexplicable giggling that makes him short of breath and unable to communicate or harmful to himself and others such as violent unreasoning rages that result in him blasting lighting from his head, ruining his attire, haircut, expensive medical equipment and even the nicest of doctors tollerance for lovable eccentrics Shadows of the past: though he has declawed them financially his mothers family are still quite rich and angry about his decisions regarding Max Tech , weather they know he is Mila's son he doesn't know nor does he care, so far they have only sent rather harmless thugs to try and intimidate him but with his continued taunting and humiliation of them he may yet evoke more firey responses from the humiliated but far from humbled noble family. Sins of the Father: That his father was a nazi scientist (albeit for an extremely short time) is unknown to Max, perhaps for the best, as such he is unsure as to why various affiliates of the failed reich show great intrest in him and his father's work, though he is quite happy to have such audacious villains as them constantly lining up for him to knock down like bowling pins. Synaptic short: though he is able to retain somewhat of his intellect and mind from unleashing his brainstorm there have been isolated cases of it rendering him a drooling, catatonic idiot, not something he is keen to admit either and he will go to great lengths to supress any information regarding it. Blowing a fuse: Max's moods are legendarily famous and infamous and extreme anger can lead to him involuntarily giving people (and anything else in 50ft of him) a literal taste of his brainpower. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 10 + 10 + 4 + 14 = 42PP STR: +0 (10) DEX: +2 (14) CON: +5 (20) INT: +15/+5 (40/20) WIS: +2 (14) CHA: +7 (24) Combat: 10+10 = 20pp Attack: +5 Melee: +5 Ranged +5 Micro munitions +15 (5 attack +10 (accurate 5)) Grapple: +5 (0 Str + 5 Attack) Defense: +5 (10pp) Flat footed: +2 KB: +2 Initiative: +15/+5 (+15/5 Int (speed of thought)) Saves: 1 + 6 + 8 = 15pp Toughness : +5/+15 ( +5 con +10 Protection (Hardened Titanium Armour) Fortitude: +6 (+5 Con + 1 ) Reflex :+8 (+2 Dex + 6 ) Will: +10 (+2 Wis + 8 ) Skills: 24pp (96 ranks) Bluff 8 (+15) Concentration 12 (+14) Craft (electronic) 10 (+25/+15) SM Craft (mechanical) 10 (+25/+15) SM Diplomacy 8 (+15) Drive 4 (+6) Language 4 (Base: German, French, English, Japanese) Knowledge (physical sciences) 10 (+25/+15)SM Knowledge (technology) 10 (+25/+15)SM UE Notice 3 (+5) Pilot 6 (+8) Sense Motive 3 (+5) Sleight of Hand 8 (+10) Feats: 11pp All-Out Attack Benefit 3 (Wealth) Inventor Jack-of-All-Trades Move-by Action Power Attack Skill Mastery (Craft Mechanical, Craft Chemical, Knowledge Physical sciences, Knowledge Technology) Speed of Thought Ultimate Effort (Kn: Technology) Powers: 21 + 46 + 1 = 68pp Supercharged Brain (Enhanced Intelligence 20; Mutation PFs: Alternate Power)[21pp] AE: Brain Storm (Damage 10; Mutation, Electricity Extras: Area (Burst - General) Personal Saucer (Device 11) (Technology; Hard to lose, Only you can use; 55 point device)[46pp] Polymath (Quickness 2) (Mutation; Perform routine tasks at 5x speed; One Type (Mental))[1pp] Attack Range Effect To Hit Save Unarmed Touch Damage (Bludgeoning) +5 DC15 Toughness save (Staged) Brain Storm Touch (50ft burst) Damage (electricity) DC20 Ref Save for half Heavy Ion Cannon 150ft increments Damage (Ionic energy) +5 DC30 Toughness save (Staged) Micro Munitions 25ft Increments Damage (Explosive) +15 DC 20 (Autofire) Toughness save (staged) Totals: Abilities 42 + Skills 24 (96 ranks) + Feats 11 + Powers 68 + Combat 20 + Saves 15 + Drawbacks 0 = 180

"Hmm..." Facsimile pondered a little at that last suggestion, Chains were useful, he was experienced at handling with them both from securing his bike and from his construction work. "Anything you say? How do you feel about a wrecking ball?" He asked with a toothy grin of slight amusement.

"You've got a HP to clear your Dazed condition, more than enough VP points for Insubstantial and more than enough Concentration to make the DC20 check mandated by the house rules. You're Staggered, so you only have a single move or standard action each round anyway. If you just pick up Insubstantial, you can take the move action to Escape the grapple, make the Concentrate check, slip out, and take a move action's worth of movement to get away from this thing. Your fellow PC will then probably get its attention. You can probably even get some movement power ranks out of the VP, since Insub 1 would only take like 1/12th of your points, so you could get some real distance. Burrowing? Since he doesn't want you VPing Regen, and probably not Healing either, if the other PC can keep them occupied for long enough, you could burn another HP next round for an immediate recover action for that Staggered condition (presumably your worst). Since you're Staggered, and recovering is a Full action, that would eat up two rounds, but it would get you back up to full actions afterward." Grumblefloofs suggestion for posterity.

For all his bluser facsimile found himself truely taken of guard by the speed and strength of the tiger as it bowled him over handily and his body pushed into a crater, his limbs flopping out from under him. Only his grasp on kaboola remained anything near solid as his head span, the tigers breath stank like blood and torn flesh...really what it was supposed to he guessed, he heard muffled words coming from outside the tigers mouth, extended talking he guessed. Fair enough....his approach hadn't worked that well. Giving s thumbs up to volcanica general direction in acknowledgement he tapped out on the soil shortly his hand, both to indicate he was backing off to let her do her thing and partially to turn to crumbling earth so as to hopefully slip through the tigers teeth.

"Ok....cool!" Facs stated as he examined the cord in his metal hands and then turning back to flesh and blood, perhaps curious to see if the molecules would become flesh in that morbid way. They didn't as far as he could tell, probably for the best...it would suck to not only be mined for resources but to be harvested for replenishing organs. This time he stooped to the floor but rather than touching the concrete he touched his fingers to the black rubber of his boot soles and once again the transformation began, he wondered how much heat he had let off in total now.

Doing what grumblefloof suggested In chat!

Doing what grumble said in chat!

Let's see... Gonna spend a HP to clear the daze Then I'm gonna try and surge for another HP and spend those two standards to mimic the soil beneath me? Failing that I'll try to get control of the Grapple with my standard.

Facsimile took this time to get his breath back a little. "Hoo boy....not painful but it's like....exercise burn you know? Never transformed this many times in such short time." He confessed as he shook himself off a little. "Not too much on me yet." He said as he reached out and messed with the material a little "good stuff them moronic molecules..tough wearing." He said as his hands went to his belt and metal began to spread over his body and out through the materials.

It's my real super power!

1d20+10=20 Hah still standing! Barely. Grapple! 1d20+20=23

Initiative! 1d20+2= 9

You bet it is, sandman; it just called me a princess came the bemused reply over the mental link. "Ooo; Check you out, bagpuss, just spoiling for a fight are we?" He laughed as he hefted kaboola over his shoulder "I think I might be a little too much for you though." He looked over towards volcanic with a grin. "Then again there are no rules out here right? It's why you love it here...big fish in a small pond...lots of rangers to hide from retribution behind in that endangered form...you're pretty pathetic....though a tiger is quite a suitible form now I think about it." He sighed as he rolled his shoulders. "Because I'm going to beat you like a rug."

Facsimile blinked a little as corona started hitting on sea devil, it was so sudden! But it was really none of his business now was it? "Uh I got a spare helmet on my bike if you want a lift to the pet store...I can make a phone call to a friend in ASTRO, book us in for an appointment but..." He began as he looked at the kittens. He really didn't know if there was anything they could do about it really...and as potentially dangerous animals.. "Might wanna try and hit up an independent first though." He offered "less obligations to report to people and stuff."

And change the chains did...or so it appeared at least! The wave of light and heat washed over his body up through his arms and down through the tips of his fingers into the chains but once all the lights had faded none but the first links of the smallest chains and a little over half of the first links of the larger chains had been transformed and the resulting instability lead those once metal parts of the larger links to crumble, leaving behind smooth but hard edges lIke they'd been cut clean away.

I'll go for Rachel I think!

There's something rotten in tortuga, that tiger wasn't albino when I spotted it....let's see if I can fake it out. he threw on his best cocky smile as he brought his axe whirling back to the ready distance. "Gotcha at last...gave us quite the run around but it's all over now." He boomed at the tiger with unshakable confidence as his weapon again changed onto a wrecking ball and Began to bounce it like a soccer ball from foot to knee to knee and back to foot. "You give up now and we'll put in the good word for ya but if you really wanna make my day..." a sudden kick sent kaboola racing out towards the tigers head with a rush of air only to stop short thanks to a swift upwards tug of his arm causing it to arc back towards him like a pendulum and coil itself around his arm. "We can both get dolled up and dance a little first."

Hmm can I try to trick the tiger? Basically telling it were onto it's game so it might as well drop the act. Bluff check! 1d20+14= 30

Hmm can I roll to Teamwork it? Edit: As discussed in chat here's a roll! 1d20+2=11 yay! Enjoy a +5 to that there roll thanks to Teamwork 3.