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  1. OOC for this. @Darksider42, @Wyverntamer Give me an IC opening, then let's start with an Initiative roll from each of you
  2. GM February 25th, 2020, 10:00 AM Claremont Academy, Sub-Level Four, Combat Simulator "Alright, listen up. I know that you got some experience from your old school, O'Brian, so you've been chosen to help show Winters the ropes, but no funny business. Got it?" A tall man with brown hair and a crew cut was barking orders at the two students in the Combat Simulator. The gym teacher, Mr. Travis Armstrong, was barking orders with the best of them. He had also made it clear on multiple occasions that he was watching Max, not entirely confident in her change of heart and her shifting from her old school. Still, he had told her that this was him showing her some trust by letting her take part in this exercise. The teacher stood behind the safety glass in t control booth, a confident smile on his lips as he looked down on the currently bare room. "With that out of the way, let's start with a warm up." His fingers danced over the keyboard and controls, gettingeverything ready. The entire area around them changed, blinking for a second, then the pair found themselves standing in the middle of a random city. It didn't seem to correspond to anywhere in Freedom City in particular, more a mish mash of parts. They were alone, no cars, no people. Not until a group of four masked men with guns appeared before them. "Alright, go get 'em!"
  3. Thevshi

    Reptile Brain IC

    Kingston, Freedom City New Jersey Late Fall 2019, 10:30 PM Since the Terminus Invasion of 2018, much of Kingston had consisted of ruined buildings and empty streets. Only the most minimal efforts to start to rebuild had begun, and mainly along the boarder sections with other North Freedom neighborhoods, leaving the majority of the center of the formerly historic neighborhood still largely abandoned and in shambles. Now, those that frequented the Kingston area were those that wished to be unobserved or otherwise isolated from the more crowded and active sections of Freedom City, while still maintaining a close proximity to the rest of the city. A small figure in a trench coat made its way through one of the empty streets in the heart of Kingston, moving among the shadows with a seeming confidence that there was nothing to fear among the dark ruins. The figured walked for several blocks along the cracked and broken sidewalks, stopping a few times to peer around towards the dark recesses of the nearby buildings. Eventually the figure turned into a dark alleyway and was seemingly swallowed by the darkness within. If anyone had been following the figure, it would have seemed they had vanished into thin air in the alley. However, the figure continued on its journey dozens of feet beneath the cluttered streets, moving along a path through the partially flooded sewer tunnels that ran under Kingston. The figure still moved at a steady pace, perfectly at home in the dark, damp confines of the sewers. After passing through several city blocks of tunnels, the figure came to a bend in a tunnel where a section of wall had collapsed, beyond was a larger open area that appeared to be a half buried subway station. Several tables of various shapes and sizes had been set up along one of the platforms and were covered with a variety of scientific equipment. Another section of the platform had been turned into a makeshift living area, with a bed and some other furniture set up. The entire area was partially lit by several emergency lights that had been placed around the platforms. The result of the makeshift lighting was that there were sections of the platforms that where relatively well lit, while the rest of the station was cast in shadows of various depths. The figure moved onto the platform containing the collection of tables, stopping briefly to look at some of the equipment as it went by, before coming to a mostly empty table. The figure sat a large duffle bag onto this table and began carefully removing various objects from within it. As the figure was focused on its task the almost oppressive silence of the chamber was interrupted by a cold voice from somewhere among the shadows. "Good evening Dr. Seidel." The figure quickly turned away from the table, scanning the illuminated section of the platforms, even as he edged towards some of the nearby shadows. "Who are you?" The man asked, his tone a bit surprise but not necessarily concerned or frightened. "Someone who has spent some time trying to locate you." The voice from the shadows simply replied. The trench coat clad figure identified as Dr. Seidel moved into one of the deep shadows near the collection of tables. "You will soon wish you had not done so." Dr. Seidel responded, his voice deepening and straining slightly as he did so. This was followed by a few pained grunts and groans before the shadows went silent. Then, a large figure could faintly be seen climbing among some of the shadows above the platforms lit by the emergency lights. "So, you can now change your shape at will." Stated the cold voice that again seemed to come from multiple directions at once. "All the more reason you will regret coming down here." Replied a deep, partially hissing voice from the large shape crawling along one of the uppers walls of abandoned station. "Perhaps." Replied the cold voice. "But I believe there is a way we may help one another with mutual goals." The large figures stopped, peering out to scan the darkest areas of around station with yellow reptilian eyes. "I suspect there is little you can offer which I will be interested in." It replied in almost a growl. "I believe we may help one another in striking out against the Second Raven." The cold voice replied from the darkness. There was a long pause as the yellow eyes of the large figure peered out at the shadows around the station platforms. "Go on, you have my interest."
  4. Claremont Academy, Room 203 8:30 PM, August 28th, 2019 It had been an eventful first day back to Claremont. So many new students, so many new friends, and then, of course, there was the whole issue with Leroy and Judy and the ill fated marriage proposal, and Micah getting caught in the middle of all that. Pan had wanted to know more from his friend, but, as he had suspected, Micah had not wanted to share too much in front of everyone that had shown up on the rooftop, so he had decided to wait. The Forever Boy had his own ideas about Micah's frustrations, of course, but was there any point to him just blurting them out, aside from scaring Micah off? No! Of course not! It was still light outside when they reached their shared room, even as the sun was slowly setting and the first stars were beginning to appear on the sky above. Pan's side of the room was, of course, quite a mess. Not that he had many belongings, but the ones he had managed to accumulate with the extradimensional student funding was strew across his chair, desk and bed, including clothes, bags and various trinkets he had found interesting, including a ship in a bottle that was currently on his bed. Slipping out of his shoes, he stretched and took a few steps up, away from the floor, just to stretch, before calling out to his friend. "Well then, time to get to business, no? Is there anything about Leroy, Judy and you that you need to get off your chest, my friend?" His voice was calm, reassuring. He was here to help, after all!
  5. FOREVER BOY Power Level: 15 (Built as PL 10) Power Points: 227/229PP Unspent Power Points: 2 Trade-Offs: +5 Defense / -5 Toughness, (The Forever Weapon) -2 Attack / +2 DC In Brief: Super powered trickster from Neverworld, a world of adventure and action. Catchphrase: "Just trust me!" Theme: Storytime - Nightwish / Fly - Blind Guardian Alternate Identity: Pan (Secret), Pan Barrie (Secret, Earth identity) Birthplace: Neverworld. Residence: Claremont Academy, Freedom City. Base of Operations: Claremont Academy, Freedom City. Occupation: Student at Claremont Academy. Affiliations: Claremont Academy, Blue Squad. Family: None known. DESCRIPTION Age: Unknown. Claims to be 16. (DoB: Unknown, legally listed as 2002 on Earth) Apparant age: 16 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Alien, from Neverworld. Appears Caucasian. Height: 5’10’’ Weight: 170 lbs. Eyes: Green. Hair: Dark red. Pan is an attractive young man with dark red hair and green eyes. He has an athletic build, which he doesn’t mind showing with mostly form fitting clothing. Pan prefers green and red clothing, rarely wearing any dark colors. He almost always seem to be smiling. Pan wears a form fitting green uniform with white piping details on his elbows, the end of his sleeves, three lines on each shoulder and the bottom of his shirt, over his green pants. He wears green boots in the same color as his shirt and pants, with a white line just above his ankles and thicker white line where the boot ends. At Pan's chest, the green shirt is open in an elongated square shape, with one corner just below his solar plexus, and two at his chest. Under the green shirt, he wears a red shirt with a white heart interconnected with an infinity symbol. He wears a green domino mask. HISTORY In Neverworld, adventure and action rule. Swashbuckling heroes chase heinous villains across the seas in flying airships, pixies guide adventures in search of treasures haunted by ghosts in the machine. The Lost Heroes chase the being known only as the Crocodile across the endless ocean, hoping that it will one day fulfil its destiny and defeat The Hooked Man for good. Pan was born into this world. Raised by pixies, he never knew his parents. Always believing they abandoned him, Pan quickly came to resent most adults. Aided by the pixies, he performed daring heists into the bustling cities of Neverworld to gather food or just play pranks, and Pan became something of a myth: A never aging trickster that would disappear into the night. Eventually, the Lost Heroes happened upon the city that Pan had decided to visit. Hearing the rumors of the mysterious Forever Boy, they set a trap, and managed to capture him. Feeling pity for the boy, they took him in, and through time and effort, Pan came to trust them, joining them in the quest for the Crocodile. Pan spent long travelling with the Lost Heroes, until they met the Hooked Man. A man of monstrous power, the Hooked Man defeated the Lost Heroes one by one, until he finally stood before Pan. With the strike of his blade, the Forever Boy severed the Hooked Man’s hand, which hurled into the waters below. As the Hooked Man prepared to kill Pan in retaliation, the Crocodile rose from the depths. Pan blacked out, and the next thing he knew, he woke up in Freedom City. With no way home, Pan wasted little time in exploring this strange new world. While living on the street and surviving through petty theft, he was eventually discovered while stopping a robbery with several future classmates from the Claremont Academy. Offered the choice of joining the Claremont Academy, Pan accepted, given the identity Pan Barrie. If he could not find a way home to Neverworld, he could at least try to find a new adventure. PERSONALITY & MOTIVATION Pan is a trickster, preferring to solve problems through trickery rather than brute force. He enjoys playing tricks on others, whether they are practical jokes or something more. Pan is utterly fearless, aside from one thing: The fear that he will never return home. He hides this fear behind bravado and a smile, while trying to find anyone to become his friend, rather than remain alone in this strange, new world. Despite his fears, Pan is determined to enjoy Freedom City as his newest adventure, and to aid his new home however he can, at least until he can find a way back to Neverworld. POWERS & TACTICS Pan’s powers are either an innate part of his alien nature, or a use of Pixie Dust taught to him by the pixies of Neverworld. True to his nature as a trickster, Pan prefers to disable his opponents through his various tricks, rendering them unable to fight back against him and his allies, sowing chaos and confusion on his way, making them disbelieve if what they see are even true. Pan will often act to support his allies in one way or another, from encouraging them in combat to setting up opportunities for them to strike. POWER DESCRIPTIONS Pan's powers come from one of two sources: His alien genetics as a resident of Neverworld, or his usage of magical Pixie Dust, gifted to him by the Pixies of Neverworld. Compared to humans of Earth Prime, Neverworlders posses enhanced hearing, which Pan has honed into a sort of danger sense, his senses being sharp enough to warn him of any incoming danger he can hear. All Neverworlders posses an universal understanding that lets them understand and talk any language, whether written or spoken. Pan has further trained this ability, allowing him to read a target's surface thoughts, a sort of weak mind reading. Even for a Neverworlder, Pan's mind is sharp, and he is able to perform mental tasks far faster than normal persons of Earth Prime. Whether through fate or chance, Pan posses incredible luck, even if this luck tends to have strange consequences for both himself and those around him. Any powers with the Pixie Dust descriptor, save for those explicitly told otherwise, tend to have a golden glow and leave behind golden glitter that disappear after a few seconds. Pixie Dust is a form of magical technology used by the Pixies of Neverworld. Anyone is able to be empowered by Pixie Dust, if it is given as a gift by the Pixies, though it might cause different effects. The only standard effect for everyone seem to be the ability to fly, though few to the same level as Pan. For Pan, the Pixie Dust has also resulted in his lack of aging, seemingly being stuck at the age of 16 forever. He is freedom and joy, and he can never be held down against his will. By manipulating the Pixie Dust that infuses his body, Pan is able to summon his uniform from nowhere, and to perform a great number of magical feats. The Pixie Dust has enhanced Pan's natural charisma to super human levels, and through training and experience, Pan has learned to form the Pixie Dust into life-like illusions and strange mists that block the sight of his enemies. He can shape the Pixie Dust into what he has dubbed Forever Weapons, creating any weapon he knows, even if he seems to prefer swords. By his very presence, he can entangle those around him in powerful emotions, or simply let his shadow roam free to grasp and bind a target. COMPLICATIONS Never is an awfully long time: While usually fearless, Pan has just one fear: That he will never be able to return to Neverworld. If Pan is affected by a Fear effect targeting his fear of never returning to Neverworld, his Fearless feat will not apply. Alternatively, if faced with a situation where he might be able to return home, it might cause him to hesitate or otherwise make the current situation worse.  Oh, the cleverness of me: Pan is a trickster, and he has trouble not taunting and otherwise aggravating his enemies. This can lead to escalation of conflict if Pan manages to aggravate the enemy enough, or Pan being attacked where he was previously ignored, making the situation worse for him. To live will be an awfully big adventure: To Pan, a life without adventure would be worse than death. He searches for adventure in any form, always having trouble sitting still, be it during classes, stakeouts or strategy meetings. This can apply in many ways, such as picking up a strange idol, pressing the tempting button with "Do not press" or flying after something the glowing light in the sky, having trouble staying focused during planning on learning, which can cause problems later on, if Pan forgets crucial information or just didn't pay attention in the first place. I'll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms: Pan is quick to find friends, and quick to trust them. He is willing to do just about anything for his friends, even if he shouldn't. Hurt his friends, and his revenge will be swift, even if it shouldn't be. If Pan's friends are hurt or in situations where they will be seriously hurt or worse if Pan or someone else doesn't help them, Pan will be spurred into action, even if the situation places Pan himself in great danger. All you need is faith, trust and a little bit of pixie dust: Pan has to actually believe in himself and his abilities for his powers to work effectively. If his faith in himself is shaken, for instance by being met with an overwhelming foe or otherwise being worn down, any of his powers with the Pixie Dust descriptor might fail when he try to use them. All children, except one, grow up: Pan has a soft spot for children, and they tend to like him in turn. While he might not outright believe everything a child will say or do, knowing all too well how mischievous a child can be, he will always believe in children, prioritizing their protection and well being. It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent: Pan's uncanny luck tends to have strange consequences. If probability is pushed far enough in one direction, it might just decide to push back, causing improbable things to happen, like the password to a computer suddenly changing, or a piano suddenly falling from the sky. ABILITIES 4 + 16 + 6 + 4 + 2 + 10 = 42PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 26 (+8) Constitution: 16 (+3) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 20 (+5) / 40 (+15) w. Forever Charisma COMBAT 12 + 10 = 22PP Initiative: +12 (+8 Dex, +4 Improved Initiative) Attack: +6 Base, +6 Melee, +6 Ranged, see Power attack bonuses in DC Block Defense: +15 (+5 Base, +10 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +14 (+6 Base Attack, +8 Dexterity) Knockback: -1 / -2 (with Defensive Roll) SAVING THROWS 5 + 4 + 9 = 18PP Toughness: +5 (+3 Con, +2 Defensive Roll) Fortitude: +8 (+3 Con, +5) Reflex: +12 (+8 Dex, +4) Will: +10 (+1 Wis, +9) SKILLS 72R = 18PP Bluff 15 (+20) / (+30 w. Forever Charisma) Languages 1 (Native: Neverspeak; Learned: English) Notice 14 (+15)Skill Mastery Search 4 (+6) Sense Motive 14 (+15)Skill Mastery Sleight of Hand 12 (+20)Skill Mastery Stealth 12 (+20)Skill Mastery FEATS 42PP Beginner's Luck Challenge [Fast Feint] Challenge [Fast Taunt] Defensive Roll Distract [Bluff] Dodge Focus 10 Evasion 2 Fearless Grapple Finesse Improved Initiative 1 Inspire 5 Jack-of-All-Trades Leadership Luck 3 Move-by Action Setup Skill Mastery (Notice, Sense Motive, Sleight of Hand, Stealth) Takedown Attack 2 Taunt Teamwork 3 Uncanny Dodge 3 [Auditory, Danger Sense, Visual] Enhanced Feats Luck 2 -> Luck 5 (From Luck Control) Quick Change POWERS 7 + 1 + 11 + 1 + 5 + 5 + 2 + 29 + 23 + 3 = 87 Comprehend Rank 3 (Understand, speak and read all languages; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [7PP] (Descriptors: "Universal Understanding", Alien, Genetic, Psionic) AP: Mind Reading 10 (Flaws: Feedback, Limited to Surface Thoughts; Feats: Subtle 2) {6/6PP} (Descriptors: "Tell Me What You Think", Alien, Genetic, Psionic, Training) Enhanced Feat 1 (Quick Change) [1PP] (Descriptors: "Forever Uniform", Magic, Pixie Dust) Flight 5 (Feats: Moving Feint) (Flight speed: 250 MPH / 2500 ft./rnd) [11PP] (Descriptors: "Fairy Flight", Flight, Magic, Pixie Dust) Immunity 1 (Aging) [1PP] (Descriptors: "The Forever Boy", Immortality, Magic, Pixie Dust) Immunity 5 (Entrapment Effects [Snare, Grappling, Bonds]) [5PP] (Descriptors: "Forever Free", Freedom, Magic, Pixie Dust) Luck Control 1 (Force Rerolls; Feats: Luck 2) [5PP] (Descriptors: "Forever Lucky", Luck) Quickness 4 (Flaws: One type [Mental]) (Able to perform mental tasks at x25 normal speed) [2PP] (Descriptors: "Cleverness of Me", Alien, Genetic, Quick Thinking) Tricks Array 13 (26PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 3) [29PP] (Descriptors: Magic, Pixie Dust. Additional descriptors on individual powers) BP: Damage 10 (Extras: Penetrating 5; Feats: Accurate, Extended Reach 2 [10 ft.], Improved Critical 2, Incurable, Mighty, Paralyzing Attack, Precise, Stunning Attack, Variable Descriptor 1 [Bludgeoning, Piercing, Slashing]) {26/26} (Descriptors: "The Forever Weapon", Light, Precise Strikes, Slashing/Bludgeoning/Piercing Damage Type, Training, Weapons) AP: Emotion Control 10 ("Powerful Emotions"; Feats: Mind Blank, Reversible, Subtle 2) {24/26} (Descriptors: "Powerful Emotions", Emotion, Psionic) AP: Illusion 6 (Affects All Senses; Extras: Duration 1 [Sustained]; Flaws: Action [Full Round]; Feats: Progression [Area] 2) (Duration: Sustained, Area: 25 ft. radius) (Stacks with Endless Forms) {26/26} (Descriptors: "Forms Most Beautiful", Illusion) Stacked Power: Illusion 10 (Affects All Senses; Extras: Duration 1 [Sustained]; Flaws: Action [Full Round]; Feats: Progression [Area] 6) (Duration: Sustained, Area: 500 ft. radius) (Descriptors: "Endless Forms Most Beautiful", Illusion) AP: Snare 10 ( Feats: Accurate 2, Indirect 3, Subtle) {26/26} (Descriptors: "Binding Shadow", Pan's Shadow, Grasping Shadows) Trickster Array 10 (20PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 3) [23PP] (Descriptors: Magic, Pixie Dust. Additional descriptors on individual powers) BP: Enhanced Charisma 20 {20/20} (Descriptors: "Forever Charisma", Superhuman charisma) AP: Flight 10 (stacks with Fairy Flight) {20/20} (Descriptors: "Forever Flight", Flight) Stacked Power: Flight 15 (500,000 MPH / 5,000,000 ft./rnd) AP: Illusion 4 (Affects All Senses; Extras: Duration 1 [Sustained]; Flaws: Action [Full Round]; Feats: Progression [Area] 4) (Duration: Sustained, Area: 100 ft. radius) (Stacks with Forms Most Beautiful) {20/20} (Descriptors: "Endless Forms", Illusion) Stacked Power: Illusion 10 (Affects All Senses; Extras: Duration 1 [Sustained]; Flaws: Action [Full Round]; Feats: Progression [Area] 6) (Duration: Sustained, Area: 500 ft. radius) (Descriptors: "Endless Forms Most Beautiful", Illusion) AP: Obscure 5 (Affects Visual Senses; Extras: Independent [+0], Selective Attack, Total Fade) (Duration: Independent [20 rounds], Radius: 100 ft.) {20/20} (Descriptors: "Hide & Seek", Illusion) Super-Senses 3 (Danger Sense [Sense Types: Auditory], Audiotory [Sense Type: Normal Hearing; Default Extras: Acute, Radius, Ranged; Extras: Accurate]) [3PP] (Descriptors: "Never Senses", Alien, Enhanced Senses, Genetic, Training) DRAWBACKS -2PP Vulnerable (Emotion effects; Minor Intensity: +1 to saving throw DC) [-2PP] DC BLOCK Name Range Save Effect Attack bonus Unarmed Touch DC17 Tou (staged) Damage +6 The Forever Weapon Touch (Up to 10 ft.) DC27 Tou (staged) Damage +8, Crit 18-20, Incurable, Precise The Forever Weapon - Stunning Attack Touch (Up to 10 ft.) DC22 Fort (staged) Fail: Dazed >5: Stun 1 round >10: Unconscious +8, Crit 18-20, Incurable, Precise The Forever Weapon - Paralyzing Attack Touch (Up to 10 ft.) DC22 Fort (Staged) Fail: Slowed 1 round >5: Paralyzed 1 round +8, Crit 18-20, Incurable, Precise Powerful Emotions Perception DC20 Will (staged) Fail: Emotion Changed >10: Target takes no hostile action Mind Blank, Reversible, Subtle 2 Binding Shadow 100 ft. DC20 Ref (staged) Fail: Entangled >5/2nd Fail: Bound & Helpless +10, Indirect 3, Subtle Endless Forms Perception DC14 Will (staged) Tricked if disbelieving illusion N/A, 100 ft. radius Forms Most Beautiful Perception DC16 Will (staged) Tricked if disbelieving illusion N/A, 25 ft. radius Endless Forms Most Beautiful Perception DC20 Will (staged) Tricked if disbelieving illusion N/A, 500 ft. radius Totals: Abilities (42) + Combat (22) + Saving Throws (18) + Skills (18) + Feats (42) + Powers (87) - Drawbacks (2) = 227/229 Power Points
  6. Ari

    Judgement Day (IC)

    Mid-January, 2020, 11.47 AM Claremont Academy, inner grounds The black monolith had risen with the white mist, the winter sunlight slowly blanching as shadows deepened and colours faded. From its sides dangled ropes of horned skulls, each the size of Dio, though that was hard to tell with him crouched behind Leroy, Judy, Ashley and Headmistress Callie Summers. Leroy's cousin had wanted to meet on the ship. Leroy had objected strenuously, and at length, and even just in its shadow the black-robed boy had grabbed Jusy's hand tight, face set behind a veil of black diamonds danging from a silver circlet perched in his long hair. "Adrian," he had whispered as the first skull came into view, "the Demon herself." He had called her that before, and other things as well, and as a diamond-shaped opening apleared and a wedge of cold crystal stretched from the wall, Judy felt his warm hand go cold and tremble. A wash of white glare spilled out, light like liquid pooling everywhere, obliterating all shadows and anything but the white. From it, three figures emerged. The first was skin and bone under a thin white robe, her grinning face lacking even eyesockets, though when she looked at you, you knew, This was the Lictor, Adrian's herald, a vampire and her oldest friend. Second was a plain white women in white armor, a bullethole in the forehead of her placid, half-asleep face. This was Claire, her nominal bodyguard. Last was the Demon, her round moon of a face scarred similar to her two-foot-shorter cousin. Square in her armor, her shoulders and back were bedecked with a furry white cloak. "A thousand thanks for your hospitality, virtuous guardians of the homeworld!" sang out the Lictor in a thin, reedy voice, "May I present the fearless, the unequaled, the conqueror of Hells, the Dhartarastra Adrian!" "Li!" Adrian sang out with a grimace, glancing curiously at the Primes, "Where can we talk? I'd like to get you back to your senses and back home sooner than later." Swallowing hard, Leroy looked at Summers like a drowning man grasping at a raft.
  7. Ari

    Your Fault (OOC)

    OOC thread for this thread. Spectre and Sun Dragn and Dio are attacked by ghosts! And it's all someone's fault! No possibility to make the Reflex save here, so everyone gets an HP. Except for you, Buddy Dio. @Darksider42
  8. Ari

    Your Fault (IC)

    October 19th, 2019, late afternoon Claremont Academy auditorium, backstage "Whoof! That is some dust!" Leroy crawled laughing out from under a pile of fallen costumes and the hanger box they'd been stored in. In the dim, harsh light of prop storage the doublets, robes, hats, gowns and shawls seemed like a great sprawling mass of fallen humanity, struck down by some horror. The sleeves reached pitiably, shawls and hats created the shadows where faces might lurk and the robes and gowns hunched and billowed as if something was still lying within. Jumping lightly to his feet, Leroy beamed happily. "I did say we would find it, and behold: we have! Now, to select the costumes for the main parts. Jack, an oppressed farmer boy; Red Riding Hood, a child forced to care for senior citizens in leiu of proper civil programs; Cinderella, a scullion with aims to seize political power; and finally the Bakers, man and wife, seeking fertility assistance." Despite not really needing to breathe, Leroy took a breath. Smiling proudly at the titanic pile of costumes and random assorted clothes, he tossed off the robe he'd worn on the way with Max to the auditorium's backstage. Under it was his usual tunic and trousers, black and threaded with green and pink flowers. "What say we split up which character we pick for, Max? That way, we will bring our own tastes better to the fore." Kneeling at one side of the mountainous pile, he smiled across it to his schoolmate "By the by, what did you do to be set to this? I grievously burned my Farside Flan in Extrasolar Ec!" "I helped burn them." The great green dragon Dio shifted under the pile, revealing his reptilian face and spiny crest. He sounded not the least bit sorry.
  9. OOC thread for this thread. Vox and Sun Dragon(and Dio) help clean up some dirt underneath Claremont Academy. @Dariusprime
  10. November 9th, 2019, 5.22AM The tunnels below Claremont Academy A pair of mops and buckets filled with foaming water fell with a crash in front of Nicholas and Leroy. "Awright, cadets!" Basil Falks, scrawny and short as he was under a two-sizes-too-big set of overalls and a baseball cap that had once been blue, maybe back in 1970, still had an air of utter command as he leveled the two boys with his gimlet brown-eyed stare. "These are the evacuation and concealed movement tunnels! It's been my privilege to work in them for over a decade, but I'm getting too old to do it all by myself! That's why I picked you pups! Nick," he pointed a bony finger at the speechless spectrum-sensitive, "I know you can keep a secret, and you have a janitor's dedication and poise under all that shrinking violet business. Leroy," he pointed that same finger at the elegant otherworld prince, "you can carry things okay and I know Nick will keep you out of trouble. I don't have to repeat myself, but you will not speak of what you see down here on penalty of...on penalty of whatever it is I come up with later." "Now we're starting off with a very simple job: the exit passages out of grounds aren't much-used and need a little polishing up. I won't have some kid slipping on some patch of grease and getting eaten by zombies, no sir." He looked at one of the walls, tracing his fingers over the polished titanium, whispering "Never again..." He quirked his head like a bird at the two boys "Anyway, that's the long and short of it. Go right-left-left-left-back and you'll find the spot. Give a holler if anything's started living down there. Yes Nick, you can holler too, won't hurt my feelings to have repair work to do if it saves you kids a funeral. Now git!" With that, Basil turned on a dime and sped off down the hallways, the splendid lighting letting the duo watch him turn suddenly into a door that had definitely not been there when he started walking. Then they were alone. Picking up a bucket and mop, Leroy smiled at Nick. Even in the plainest clothes he had, a brown sideless tunic and heeled platform sandals, with his curly hair up in a bun, the clan-scarred and dragon-tattooed teenager cut an expensive figure. "So, good Nick, how wonderful to see you out of paracausal physics! Have you drunk deep of life? I will take the buckets, let us say, and you the mops?"
  11. For 2019-2020, the students of Claremont Academy are putting on a play! https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/QX7WF8J The idea is that students will be putting the play together (letting us have threads set around tryouts, set design, etc) throughout the year - with a big culminating performance, etc. set during it. There'll be plenty of opportunities for characters to be both on and off-stage, so don't worry if you're playing a wallflower. For now, go ahead and vote on which play you think the Claremont kids should put on - after that, we'll start moving on to actual threads on the subject.
  12. 2019 - 2020 Claremont Academy School Year begins September 4th! Dear Parent, Guardian or Mentor Figure, Congratulations to your child or ward on being admitted to the upcoming school year at Claremont Academy! We couldn't be more excited to welcome them into our proud legacy of academic excellence, practical experience and community service. The semester will begin on Wednesday, September 4th. Dormitory move-in dates begin one week prior on Wednesday, August 28th. Below you will find a list of supplies each student will be expected to bring with them, along with a list of those provided by the Academy including toiletries, dormitory furniture and active wear to be used during our award winning physical fitness programs. Financial aid is of course available to students attending on scholarship and we offer meal plans to suit all needs. Our administrative offices will have been in touch by now regarding any dietary restrictions, allergies, atmospheric requirements, etc. See the enclosed contact information for any further inquiries. Claremont Academy has long been home to students of both exceptional ability and exceptional circumstances. While students should be prepared to work hard developing their talents and learning invaluable real world skills they can also look forward to a welcoming community of peers with their own unique perspectives and experiences. Orientation will cover movie nights, extracurricular clubs, our expanded intramural league and other activities. These are the friendships which will last a lifetime. Welcome to Claremont Academy! Beneath of the Headmistress' signature in a pen running out of ink someone has scrawled: WHO IS THE UNKNOWN STUDENT OF ROOM 404?!
  13. 2018 - 2019 Claremont Academy School Year begins September 5th! Dear Parent, Guardian or Mentor Figure, Congratulations to your child or ward on being admitted to the upcoming school year at Claremont Academy! We couldn't be more excited to welcome them into our proud legacy of academic excellence, practical experience and community service. The semester will begin on Wednesday, September 5th. Dormitory move-in dates begin one week prior on Wednesday, August 29th. Below you will find a list of supplies each student will be expected to bring with them, along with a list of those provided by the Academy including toiletries, dormitory furniture and active wear to be used during our award winning physical fitness programs. Financial aid is of course available to students attending on scholarship and we offer meal plans to suit all needs. Our administrative offices will have been in touch by now regarding any dietary restrictions, allergies, atmospheric requirements, etc. See the enclosed contact information for any further inquiries. Claremont Academy has long been home to students of exceptional ability and drive and this year will be no different! While students should be prepared to work hard developing their talents and learning invaluable real world skills they can also look forward to a welcoming community of peers hailing from all around the world. Orientation will cover movie nights, extracurricular clubs, our new intramural league and other activities. These are the friendships which will last a lifetime. Welcome to Claremont Academy! In red ballpoint pen overtop of the Headmistress' signature someone has scrawled: HOPE YOU SURVIVE THE EXPERIENCE!
  14. Octoman Alternate Identity: Benicio "Ben" Wang Base of Operations: Freedom City Concept: Ultimate Spider-Man meets Robin meets Daredevil, as reimagined by Guillermo del Toro Table of Contents Allies, Associates, & Enemies Costume & Appearance Current Role & Hooks Design Notes Headquarters History Personal Life Personality & Motivation Powers & Skills Timeline Reputation Allies, Associates, & Enemies Allies The Interceptors Bombshell saved Octoman's life during his first outing as a superhero, and afterward, she brought him to the secret Interceptors headquarters in the Espadas School, where she tended to his wounds while he met Jack of All Blades and one of their children. Bombshell and Jack helped Ben get into the Claremont Academy, and promised to help him in the future. Associates Horrorshow His roommate during his first year at the Claremont Academy. Parents As part of his admission process for the Claremont Academy, Ben had to tell his parents about his powers. He has not, however, told them that he is Octoman. His dad likes superheroes almost as much as he does, and would probably be proud of him. But his mother hates superheroes. Extended Family Ben's four grandparents all live in Brooklyn. He's visited them during almost every holiday of his life. None of them are particularly wealthy or influential, but they do love him. Enemies Goanna The mad scientist Cooper Seidel knows that he turned Ben Wang into Octoman. He wants to collect as much data from the boy as he can before punishing the boy for ruining his experiments. Webmaster Josef Bankowski, the abusive junkie Bombshell and Octoman apprehended during his first outing as a superhero was eventually captured by Goanna, whose experiments transformed him into the supervillain who now calls himself "Webmaster". He'll drop everything for a chance to get revenge on any of them. Costume & Appearance Because of his mixed ancestry, Ben's actual ethnicity is difficult for people to guess at first glance. He has big eyes and a heart-shaped face with soft features which makes him look younger than he is. His build is that of a typical semi-athletic lanky teenager. During his day-to-day life out of costume, he uses his shapeshifting power to mimic his original appearance before his mutation. He recreates the brown eyes that turned yellow, and the medium-length Afro hairstyle he wore before all his body hair fell out. He also hides the new lines and folds in his skin, which appear to be scars but are actually new orifices. He has three on each side of his neck, one each on the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet, another on each forearm, and several along the sides and back of his torso. The other changes to his body from the mutation are less visible. An x-ray would reveal his lack of a rigid skeleton, and several new organs and muscular structures. His blood is thick, like syrup, and purple, since it contains both the hemoglobin normally found in humans (which is red, since it contains iron), and the hemocyanin found in cephalopods (which is blue, since it contains copper). His blood pressure is significantly higher than that of a normal human. When he is cut, his blood is less likely to drip and more likely to spray. His blood is also slightly radioactive; not enough to be dangerous, but enough for Geiger counters to register a noticeable uptick. Ben technically walks around naked most of the time. Both his normal street clothes and his superhero "costume" are just manifestations of his ability to change the shape, texture, and color of his own flesh. When he is "in costume", the impossibly perfect way that the "fabric" clings to his skin is a clue for close observers to its true nature. His "mask" somehow adheres to his face in a manner which conveys all of his facial expressions , and the "mouth hole" never falls out of place or exposes any of the skin around it, no matter how much he moves, talks, or gets punched in the face. Current Role & Hooks Ben loves being a superhero. It's all he ever dreamed of. He will literally jump at any opportunity to participate in anything that he thinks of as "superhero stuff". Protecting the West End, like Geckoman and the Interceptors before him, is his top priority, but he's willing and able to chase trouble through any corner of Freedom City, or beyond. He's going to Claremont because Geckoman went there, and he wants to be like Geckoman. Design Notes Octoman is simultaneously a spin on Spider-Man (particularly both versions of Ultimate Spider-Man), and a legacy character for Geckoman, whose love of that PC mirrors my own. He's a downright Lovecraftian take, as if Spider-Man, Robin, and Daredevil were to be combined and re-imagined by Guillermo del Toro. Headquarters During the school week, Ben lives in the dorms at the Claremont Academy. On the weekends and during vacations, he returns to his parents apartment in the West End. History Benicio Wang was born in Brooklyn to Gen-X parents. His mother, Maya, is an overworked public defender of Puerto Rican Afro-Latina descent. His father, Diego, is a half-Filipino, half-Ashkenazi overworked baker and deli cook. Ben frequently jokes that his lineage makes him the most Brooklyn guy who ever lived. If one of his parents are in earshot, they will retort that they moved to Freedom City when he was a small child, and visiting his grandparents during the holidays doesn't make him a New Yorker. Ben met Geckoman in 2010, though Gecks probably doesn't remember. The 18-year-old superhero was occupied with defending Freedom City from the third Grue invasion, and working things out with his supervillain girlfriend. But Ben will never, ever forget it. He was only seven years old when his family found themselves trapped in the Millennium Mall, huddling behind an increasingly fatigued and desperate Spellbound. Ben was impressed with her and the lightning-wand she used to zap away the invading aliens, but with her black costume and icy demeanor, she scared the boy almost as much as the Grue. When the brightly-colored, wise-cracking Geckoman dropped down through the skylight and started jumping around, tossing boomerangs, and kicking giant monsters in the face, little Ben's fear evaporated. From that day forward, Ben was a lifelong #Geckofan. Eight years later, Doctor Cooper Seidel was hard at work trying to stabilize and enhance his universal antivenom serum, and his resulting transformation into the reptile monster Goanna. He had retained a gang of hired thugs who had helped him steal the lab equipment, rare animal specimens, and radioactive materials he needed for his latest experiments. He closely monitored local law enforcement communications, so he had advance warning when the multi-agency task force finally found his hideout and moved to raid it. Seidel and his henchmen hastily loaded the irradiated animal specimens into a truck and escaped just as the tactical units broke down the door. The truck had enough of a lead that they might have escaped, if a bystander hadn't lost their grip on their dog's leash. Or if the dog hadn't then run out into the middle of the road. Or if fifteen year-old computer science prodigy Ben Wang hadn't run out into the road after the dog to scoop it up. Or if Seidel's henchman hadn't swerved at high speed to avoid Ben and lost control of the truck, flipping and crashing it. The truck and the tanks inside it broke open, spilling water and a menagerie of mutated animals into the street. Ben saved the dog, but the truck clipped him, sending him flying several feet away. He was dazed for a few moments, before the rush of cold water on the asphalt under him cleared his head. He saw a tiny yellow octopus crawling on his hand, and had just enough time to think it was cute before it bit him. Seidel ordered his henchmen to gather up the escaped test subjects, but no amount of money could convince them to pick up a bunch of radioactive venomous creatures with their bare hands. While Ben was wracked with painful muscle spasms which escalated into projectile vomiting, diarrhea, and a full-blown seizure, an enraged Seidel transformed into Goanna and slaughtered his own "cowardly and incompetent" henchmen, along with the occupants of the first couple of police cars who responded to the crash. Goanna intended to do the same to the bumbling idiot boy who had ruined everything, but when he saw that one of his test subjects had already done the work for him, he merely laughed while the boy suffocated on the pavement. Knowing that some combination of the FCPD's STAR squad, AEGIS, or one or more superheroes would show up soon, Goanna fled into the sewers. Seidel showed up at the hospital where Ben had been taken later that same night, intent on harvesting samples from the boy's corpse, since it was all the remained of his months of research. He was surprised to learn that the boy had survived. He took careful note of the boy's name, and resolved to keep him under close surveillance. Ben received prompt medical attention, and he seemed to make a full recovery, with one exception: The song he'd been listening to on his headphones when he dove out in front of that truck was the last thing he would ever hear. Hearing loss isn't a normal symptom of either vehicular collisions or tetrodotoxin poisoning, but the doctors had no other idea what else could have caused it. It wasn't until several days after he was discharged from the hospital that Ben's body began to change significantly. The changes happened gradually, over the course of several months. Ben hid them from everyone, even his parents. As his new powers slowly manifested, he learned how to use them through a combination of new instinct and trial and error. He knew immediately what he wanted to do with them. Right after his sixteenth birthday, during the summer before his sophomore year of high school, Ben put on his costume and started swinging through the streets of Freedom City as Octoman. Personal Life Ben's parents love him, but they don't really have time for him. They're both workaholics with jobs which demand that they be workaholics, so he tends to fall through the cracks. Most of Ben's social life takes place online. He didn't have many in-person friends, even before he moved to a new school across town. His mutated appearance and new disability make him feel self-conscious and isolated. He's become adept at lip-reading, but not perfect, and not everyone has the time or the inclination to learn how to sign with him. He's open to romantic relationships, but he doesn't think any would survive the girl in question seeing the "real" him. Personality & Motivation Ben is bright, inquisitive, and altruistic, but he can't keep his big mouth shut. Growing up as the latchkey-kid only child of two workaholic parents has turned him into a bit of an unconscious attention-seeker. He likes to make an entrance. He has an opinion to share about everything. If he's not rambling, he's arguing. If a joke or an insult comes to his mind, then it also comes out of his mouth. He never stops trash-talking during a competition or a fight. He's actually a pretty sensitive kid, but he never met an emotion he couldn't hide under sarcasm or just drown out with his motor-mouth. He doesn't know how to pick his battles, and his refusal to let the slightest disagreement, injustice, or insult go unchallenged gets him into trouble. But even when he's railing against injustice, he generally tries to keep things light. He'll keep making bad jokes and puns past the point where anyone is laughing (if they ever were to begin with). After his brush with death, Ben just felt lucky. But once his powers manifested, weird though they are, he felt blessed. Ben has two passions in life: Hacking, and superheroes. He maintains active accounts on both HeroHouse and TroubAlert (Username: Geckofan). He's been obsessed with Geckoman in particular (and, to a lesser extent, the rest of his Young Freedom and Interceptors teammates) since he was seven years old. He had resigned himself to, maybe, at best, using his hacking skills to play a support role for a superhero someday. But he desperately wanted to be an actual superhero, just like Gecks. His resulting disability and (slight) disfigurement have put a damper on his enthusiasm, but only a slight one. He's still having trouble adjusting, but he loves being a superhero more than he misses his hearing. Powers & Skills Ben is a world-class hacker who can get into almost any system. Ben has a surprising amount of hand-to-hand combat training for a teenager. He's been wrestling since junior high, and he's been taking self-defense classes since he was seven (they weren't a hard sell for his parents after he almost died in the Grue invasion). His superhuman agility and flexibility, his bundle of sticky tentacles stretching and lashing out for dozens or hundreds of feet in every direction, his lack of response to any auditory stimuli, and his youthful recklessness and loud mouth all combine to make him a confusing and irritating opponent. He can potentially attack or evade in any direction. He can lash out with his tentacles like whips, use them to grab a foe and pull them in for a punch or a kick, or use them to pull himself in close for the same. He will wrap his tentacles around a foe, and then slam that foe into objects, terrain, or even other foes. He'll grab a faraway foe and pull them in for a punch, or pull himself to them, boot-first. His ink sprays and venomous bite make him even more unpredictable. Ben was a normal human, but an injection of radioactive octopus venom mutated him into a human-cephalopod hybrid. His body has grown several new glands, organs, and orifices. He has almost no bones left in his body. Most of them have transformed into cartilage and muscle. So while his body looks "solid" from the outside, he can bend, stretch, and compress his flesh, contorting into any position and squeezing through any crevices. His skin can secrete a clear mucous which acts as a lubricant to aid this process. The outer layers of his flesh are so flexible and malleable that he can change the texture of his skin at will. His skin cells contain pigments which can be released with muscle contractions in a virtually infinite variety of combinations, allowing him to change his coloration to anything he can imagine. These traits allow him to effectively becoming invisible in the normal visual light spectrum, or to mimic the appearance of any object or creature. This also makes it virtually impossible for foes in hand-to-hand combat to keep a grip on him. He has superhuman levels of strength, agility, stamina, and to a lesser extent, resilience. With his thick skin, powerful and flexible muscles, and lack of a rigid skeleton, he is able to absorb traumatic impact, cuts and blunt force alike, with less likelihood of real injury. He has grown several "back-up organs", which make it less likely that any wounds he suffers will be debilitating. He has three hearts, and enough brain and nervous tissue running throughout his body to act as a second brain and spinal cord. He has what would be considered a "weak healing factor" by superhuman standards (not enough for Regeneration or Impervious Toughness, but enough for a high Constitution score). His body can repair minor damage quickly, and more severe wounds are less likely to happen in the first place. He doesn't heal from serious injury much "faster" than a normal human, but he heals "better". Given time to recuperate, he will reliably make a full recovery from trauma which would cripple or kill a normal person. Like a cephalopod, his body can even regrow lost limbs. He isn't technically immune to fatigue, disease, infection, radiation, or extremes of temperature or pressure, but his body is so effective at fighting them off that sometimes it seems like he is. He has, for lack of a better term, "super-health". New orifices on his forearms and on the sides and back of his torso can deploy tentacles*, which can stretch for hundreds of feet. The same neural tissue running through the rest of his body also runs through the tentacles, allowing his brain to control all of them perfectly. (*Technically, these new limbs are "arms", rather than "tentacles", since they have suckers along their entire length, instead of just at the ends, but this distinction only matters to marine biologists.) His body contains a network of hollow tubes and bladders similar to a cephalopod siphon. He can use muscular contractions to force fluids through those tubes and out of his body, through a series of new orifices on the palms of his hands, the soles of his feet, and his lower back. The primary use of his internal siphon is locomotion. By forcing air or water through it, he creates jet propulsion, launching himself through the water or up into the air. A substantial portion of his extra brain tissue is devoted to processing visual and olfactory input, and the suckers on his tentacles act as extra noses and tongues. His senses of sight, smell, and taste are enhanced far beyond those of a normal human. His eyes can perceive a wider array of color at finer detail, and he has excellent night vision. He can distinguish fine details in scent and taste, and track them to their source like a bloodhound. His body is truly amphibious, adapted equally well to life in open air or under water. His aforementioned increased visual acuity allows him to see perfectly in the dim light of deep water. He has gills on the sides of his neck, which remain closed in open air but which allow him to breathe while he is under water. His skin acts as near-perfect insulation, keeping him from losing his body heat. His blood contains both hemoglobin and hemocyanin, so it is equally effective at keeping his tissues oxygenated in both open air and freezing water. His siphon allows him to regulate his internal fluid pressure, which, along with his flexible muscles, lets him adapt to the crushing weight of the deep sea. His internal siphon can also expel the pungent, opaque black ink produced by another one of his new organs. He can release it gradually, creating a cloud which provides cover (the gas quickly dissolves in open air, so it is equally effective under water or on dry land), or he can fire a concentrated burst of ink directly into the face of an enemy, temporarily blinding them and overwhelming their olfactory senses in a manner similar to that of tear gas or pepper spray. His head contains venom sacs, which produce a paralytic poison similar to that of the octopus who bit him. His body injects this poison with a combination of a pharyngeal jaw and a proboscis: A pair of pincers, similar to a cephalopod beak, on the end of a second tongue, hidden under his original tongue, which can telescope over a foot from his mouth, fully extending in a fraction of a second. His own body is immune to this venom, and other, similar toxins. Timeline 2019 Octoman: Close To Home: During his first outing as Octoman, Ben meets Bombshell, and they clash with the man who would become Webmaster. Bombshell later takes Octoman to the Interceptors headquarters, where he meets Jack of All Blades. Bombshell convinces Octoman to attend the Claremont Academy. It's Moving Day: Ben finally sets foot on the Claremont campus. Dagon The King: Ben attends a guest lecture by Sea-Devil. It does not go well. Freaky Fraternity: Ben commiserates with Horrorshow about the fallout from "Dagon The King". Rat Patrol: Ben commiserates with Soliton about the fallout from "Dagon The King". Tech Compliance (IN PROGRESS): Ben joins Tech Club at Claremont. It's Me, Daystar: During the evening following Ben's first night at Clarmeont's Tech Club, he and Daystar exchange emails. Daka Rush (IN PROGRESS): Octoman gets ambushed by some rogue Dakanans. Puppy Love (IN PROGRESS): Octoman helps out Soliton. The Pinball Wizard Strikes! (IN PROGRESS): Octoman teams up with Archer and Spectre. Punching Up: Ben works out and spars with his fellow students in an impromptu boxing lesson by Rebound. Hydra Yas Queen (IN PROGRESS): Octoman helps out Artificer. Reptile Brain (IN PROGRESS): Ben's Claremont squad takes a trip to the zoo. 2020 The Eagle Flies Alone
  15. Legatus Claremont Academy Grounds, Outside the Jasmin Summers Administrative Building 19 July 2019, 12:50 PM As XVIII stepped out of the building and into the sunlight, he lifted a hand to shield his eyes from the midsummer rays. This marked the third telling-off by Vice-Principal Dugan since his arrival at the school - on campus, his mind supplied - several weeks prior. At first he'd been surprised at how mild she'd been when it came to wearing Centurion's colors in public. XVIII - no, Felix, he reminded himself - hadn't really realized how much danger he'd put others in if anyone made the (obvious) connection between himself and his progenitor. The second time, she'd been more exasperated and somewhat alarmed. The fact that he'd not only gone out into public in a costume very similar to the Man of Adamant's, but had done so without express permission had seriously annoyed her - and also worried her. She had told him (again) about the Alpha-Centurion, who had done much the same thing, but it had all been a ruse, trying to steal from the Freedom League. A lot of heroes still remembered that, she had said, and many people did as well. He'd make people "rowdy" or "riotous" with his actions, she'd claimed. Well, now that uniform had been torn apart by his last encounter with a few muggers with weapons bigger than their brains, and he'd donned a new one - one wholly his own, even if it took inspiration from his predecessor's, and she'd called him in again. Not that he'd done anything specific wrong, the vice-principal had been quick to assure him after he'd returned from extinguishing a fire in the Fens. No, she was concerned that he was going to get too much exposure, and others might come to try to harm him. While Felix wasn't exactly concerned about that - very few things could hurt him, other than himself - he was aware of the enormous responsibilities he had as a potential successor to the mightiest champion that Earth had ever known. Looking up at the sky, he sighed softly, before forcing himself to smile. Vice-Principal Dugan had urged him to spend more time with people his own age, so he might as well try to start that now. He began walking towards the open fields at the end of campus, wondering whether he'd see anyone there.
  16. Claremont Academy has organized a summer school program based around projects on and vists to non-human societies. This thread is about a visit to Coalition space, the newly-joining worlds of Xix(around the nearby, undiscovered star of Lia) hosting an open celebration around their union with the interstellar alliance. The hope is that observing a peaceful transition between isolation to community will provide a safe, helpful means of understanding the galactic neighbors they might encounter later in life. At the same time, a group of spacefaring heroes have also come to the party. Some are already aligned with the Coalition, there to observe and guard the dignitaries at work finalizing the union of Lia and the galaxy. Others, however, are there following rumors that something horrible is planned, some devastating strike at the heart of the young civilization by an unknown threat. WHO: 3-6 PCs, from either Space or Claremont Academy, no PL limits. WHAT: Mingling, then reaction to a crisis, depending on reaction combat or escape closes thread(with possible follow-up). WHEN: Summer vacation, dated July 5th, 2019.
  17. South River December 24, 2018 7:24 PM Henry 'Tug' Stacy whistled a carol to himself as he guided his tugboat back toward the Riverside docks for the night. His daughter was old enough this year to really understand what was going on and had gone ga-ga for Christmas so he'd rented a Santa suit and was eager to get back home by the time she'd be sneaking out of bed. It had been a quiet afternoon and evening, just cold enough for a light snowfall to fill the air but not enough to begin icing over the water. Tug lost the tune as his boat lurched abruptly. The experienced sailor quickly reoriented but frowned; he was far enough from the bay that there shouldn't have been much turbulence. Leaning out through the window of his cab he peered out into the gathering dark, with only his own runners and the distant lights of the docks illuminating shapes. He watched as a piece of driftwood bobbed by, a pile of birch branches clumped together and rising five or six feet above the surface. As Tug scratched idly at his bushy red beard there was another, more violent lurch and he rushed back to the wheel, wrenching to one side against the inexplicable wave. His jaw hung slack as the birch branches rose higher and higher out of the water until he could see whole trees lashed together. They were joined by curving shapes the size of city buses Tug gradually recognized as something like goat horns. His boat went into a spin as a massive form followed, skyscraper tall and covered in dark, matted fur that shed water in great sheets. Great iron chains hung from its wrists, clanging with the timbre of cannonballs and it gripped the birch trees in one clawed hand. The other held the thick strap of some massive thing slung over its back, some sort of great cylinder with an uneven, woven texture. The tugboat gradually slowed its spin as the behemoth strode up and out of the river, heading in the opposite direction: away from Riverside and toward Bayview.
  18. Thevshi

    True Sight

    It was shortly after classes had finished the day several of the students had been presented with several ethical questions during philosophy class. Veronica Danger was walking at something of a brisk pace through the Quad from the main classroom building, trying to catch up with one of her fellow students, Abigail Storm. The weather was still warm enough that the teenage Danger was dressed in her typical cargo shorts, this time a brown pair, with a red T-shirt over which she wore a short sleeved tan button up shirt that she wore unbuttoned. "Hey Abby!" She called out as she started to draw near the other girl, which allowed her to more easily catch up with the other teen as she stopped to see who had called her name. "Hey, just wanted to see if you were okay." Veronica said as she drew up alongside Abby. "You seemed to get a bit frazzled toward the end of those questions in philosophy."
  19. Gizmo

    Let's Fall in Like

    Friday, October 26th 2018 With the folding bleachers tucked away in the far wall the Claremont auditorium was already an expansive chamber but the dance committee had outdone themselves for the first real school-wide social event of the semester. Some creative use of Ed Crawford's mass displacing abilities had moved temporarily shrunken potted trees indoors before regaining their full side to like the back and adjoining walls in brilliant yellow, oranges and browns. Their bows arched over each side of the stage where Susan Denning and Ricci Sharp were arguing about whether or not one could have too many amps. To the left of the entrance Martin Li was fussing over long tables supporting bowls of party mix, slices of candied apples and what was clearly a cast iron cauldron that he had to repeated assure concerned faculty members was filled only with warm spiced cider, regardless of the unnaturally coloured flames that spat up from its base occasionally. The finishing touch had been a joint effort. Jessie Singh's simulation software extrapolated what the darkened skies above the Academy would have looked like without light pollution while Caitlynne-May Dixon's artfully concealed projectors placed the image on the auditorium's ceiling, space clouds rolling by in real time across a brilliant star field. Crawford had attempted to congratulate the pair of tech wizards on the effect but had hastily decided to leave them furiously making out in the server room in peace. After all, romance was in the crisp autumn air for Claremont's fall dance.
  20. Friday, October 26th 2018, concurrent with Let's Fall in Like Athletic Field The Autumn Dance was still thrumming away in the Auditorium, Astrid's raucous guitar roaring and screaming into the night, as two of Claremont Academy's magically-inclined students went out on an impromptu ghost-hunt. "I believe it to be here." Dio stabbed at the ground with his powerful tail, the junior hierophant having prowled and sniffed at the baseball diamond for a good minute after they'd arrived "But my skills for divining secret tunnels are...they're not very good." Cocking a head at Nicole Whitfield-Hall, AKA the teen runesmith Salvo, wielder of the mighty battle suit known as Bellios, the young green dragon asked "Can you see anything? You've got several different kinds of sensors, if I remember rightly. The book didn't mention anything about any security, but fair enough to guess Summers wouldn't want just anyone prying about. That at least is familiar, the obsession with secrets." Sitting on his haunches, the reptile gazed about the school grounds. "It's difficult to believe that this is Earth. It looks, feels and smells so different from the Earth I know." The Academy grounds were eerily quiet and deserted. A few lights were on in the dormitories, but most of the students were dancing or partying elsewhere. A cold, sharp wind blew in from the sea, carrying with it salt and a rattling in the branches of the towering oak trees that loomed high above the pair. In greener months, the oaks were a comforting, reliable presence. But now they stood like eruptions of bone in the harsh, distant electric lights lining the walkways.
  21. Green Machine OOC Going to be needing this. The crude map below gives a rough idea of the environment. The brown circles are all floating islands on roughly the same altitude. Blue circles are lower, green circles are higher. The letters on the large circle are our PCs. The small orange triangles are the four flags. The red lines connecting the islands are the chains. The two red lines leading to the top of the map head towards the cave in one of the canyon walls. The black line in the lower left hand corner is for scale and equals 100'
  22. RocketLord

    Roommates

    September 4, 2018 (Takes place after School Daze and Out For A Spin) After finishing Danica's tour, Pan had decided that it was finally time for him to actually find his room. He had a roommate that he was supposed to meet. As he walked through the hallways to find his room, his thoughts began to drift to a certain revelation earlier that day. Someone in this world had written a book called Peter Pan, and it had someone like him and someone very much like the Hooked Man. Pan wasn't sure why, but the thought of the book's existence disturbed him. Pan pushed the thoughts away. That was for later, not for now. For now, he had someone new to meet. His roommate. One Micah Roebuck. Great! Another new friend. At least he hoped so, otherwise it could be a long year in the same room together, but Pan was confident that he'd be able to win his roommate over if that was the case. So, showtime! With his back of few belongings slung over his shoulder, Pan pushed the door open and got ready to greet Micah if he was in the room.
  23. Gizmo

    Assemble!

    Wednesday, September 5th 2018 A crisp breeze blew through the campus of Claremont Academy as though the weather was acknowledging that for the teenagers preparing for the first day of the new school year summer was now officially over. For all that the students leaving the dormitories one by one or in small groups and heading toward the auditorium included some truly remarkable individuals there were still seemingly universal experiences that they could not escape. A girl with a toaster pastry between her teeth attempting to tie the laces of her sneakers while catching up to her levitating friend while a boy with light blue antennae struggled under the encumbrance of a knapsack stuffed to its absolute capacity. The students had already received their course schedules but rather than heading straight to class they'd been called to a school-wide assembly. There'd been a few rumours circulating among the upperclassmen about the events of the previous year and changes the faculty had put in place but nothing concrete; Headmistress Summers was living up to her reputation as inscrutable. Newer students had more pressing concerns anyway: who were they going to sit beside?!
  24. Ari

    Roar & Hiss (IC)

    The skulls weren't going to fit on the walls, and it wasn't Leroy's fault. "Dio! What is this, a prison?! Behold how cramped and mean our abode!" Covering the entire bed and part of the floor, the green dragon stretched luxuriously and gave no apparent reply. From behind the headboard, a long, forked red tongue flicked out, then vanished. "At least the barracks of the worlds liberated by my sisters, those had some rude charm!" Sighing a long-suffering sigh, Leroy sat down in a swirl of colored silk as his robes billowed. Surveying the shelves piled with bits and bobs, posters, maps, trophies, book stacks and carefully-positioned feather duster, Leroy ran a hand over his new hair. He still missed the masses of curls he'd grown up with, but the close-cut geometry of the Caesar was at least fun to skim your fingers over. He frowned, the pupils of his golden eyes narrowing to slits as he pondered the riddle of interior design logistics. He turned his eyes back to the lounging dragon "What if I just piled them at the foot and head of the bed, then I can just take them out when I want and during the day they can go over the covers?" "And where will I sssleep, O Dragon Prinsssce?" His face was draped behind the headboard, and a dragon's physiognomy is hard to read anyway, but Dio's voice carried the wry note of sarcasm perfectly. "Under that tree." Leroy pointed unthinkingly at the tall, spreading oak visible from the window. "Neither rain nor frost nor burning sun discomfort you, and I'm the one who needs sleep the more!" Dio started to reply, when his tongue, flicking out again, paused. It darted out again, for longer. "I sssmell sssomeone...your bunkmate, arrange yourssself!"
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