Amelia

That Intimidation check cracks Dale King's puny will in half like an egg.

@Avenger Assembled Of the plot threads you've dropped so far, have you decided which ones you're going to pick up yourself and which ones you want to hand off to other people?

Figured I'd check in since it's been about a week. Anyone have any plans for anything in Viboray Bay?

Added Dragoneer and The Mirror to the index.

GM Emily stood wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Dead Head spoke. He had her full attention. "That's SO COOL! My parents won't let me watch zombie movies yet, but I watch them at Sarah's house. Hey, what happened to The Woodchuck Man? Is he OK? He was scary at first, but then he brought us sandwiches. We ate them all, but we could get some more. Do you still eat alive-person food? Do you eat brains? Movie zombies eat brai-AHHH!" When the man in white growled, Emily dove behind Dead Head. Her small hands latched onto him and gripped him tightly. The raggety man took another gulp of wine and wiped his face on his sleeve. "Tread lightly, Owl. Blood's been shed on all shidesh thish night, can't fault ya fer that." He glanced briefly down at The Woodchuck Man, then turned back up and looked Mister Strix right in the eye. "But yer pushin' to tha edge of mah horshhh...horssshhh...*BELCH* HORRRSHPITALITY." He glanced off to the side, toward the waters rushing by. There were rats there now, more than before. Hundreds at least, maybe thousands. They'd creeped up next to the platform where the man had made his home without a sound, and they stood completely still, watching. The light from the television reflected off of their eyes. The raggety man turned to Dead Head. "Ya already met Grim Diddle here," he thumbed toward the blue glowing man who'd curled up into a ball in the far corner of the platform as soon as they'd arrived, "And The Woodchuck Man, tha's what the papersh called him. We like it. We'll keep it. They call me The Ratcatcher, fer obvious reasons. Yep, The Nowhere Men, that's us. Shounded SHPOOKY! Thought that'd keep 'em away. And it did! Fer a while." His face fell. His eyes lost their focus, staring at the floor, at something that wasn't there. "Fer a while."

Octoman Balls... Ben's head tilted to one side. His mouth hung open. A wad of half-chewed pizza dough fell out of his mouth. ...BALLS! Ben's skin and clothes rippled and folded, transforming into the yellow, black and blue jumpsuit of The Crime-Fighting Kraken, The Spectacular Cephalopod, Octoman. "BALLS!" he shouted as he jumped up onto the table he'd been eating off of a moment ago. Nearly a dozen tentacles slid free from their pockets in his arms and torso, stretched, and surged out for dozens of feet in several different directions. One of them slammed the switch down on the nearest fire alarm. Some smacked open any emergency exit doors within reach. Others wrapped around table legs near the paths of the metal spheres rolling across the ground, lifted those tables into the air, turned them upside down, and slammed them down on the balls. Octoman frantically pointed to several spots around the room, shouting at each in turn. "BALLS! BALLS! BALLS!"

GM The two infected humans from the hospital carried out Mister Strix's instructions without delay, each awkwardly lifting one leg up off the ground and wobbling as they clapped their hands. They both breathed a sigh of relief as they sat back down on their cots. Both of the humans already had skin noticeably more pale than when they first arrived at the Lodge, with dark circles around glassy eyes which couldn't seem to focus, or look for very long in the direction of any light source. "Tired," the nurse muttered. "Thirsty." The orderly glanced up at her and nodded. "Yeah, same."

Mister Strix The man in white pointed at the cell containing the nurse and the orderly from Bedlam General. "There's still a chance those two can be saved, and there's still something left in there to save." He pointed a thumb over his shoulder toward Hernandez. "If you think you can learn something by tinkering with that thing back there that will put these people in less danger, then by all means, tinker away. But the monster wearing Hernandez's face is only here for research purposes. The second you think you've learned all you can from it, I'm staking the damned thing myself" he snarled. He moved closer to the cell containing the hospital employees, walking slowly, averting his eyes and gritting his teeth as he approached the silver bars. "Let me check and see if the hypnosis has held," he whispered. "YOU!" he shouted into the cell. "Stand on one leg and clap your hands twice. Then sit back down and answer any questions he asks." He pointed a thumb at Dead Head.

Opposed power check for the Red Death infection: 11. That's a natural "1".

Octoman The blank white eyes of Octoman's mask, which were already slightly larger than they should have been in proportion to the rest of his face, widened to twice their normal size as he watched Soliton use teleportation to bungee-jump in mid-air. "SWEET! Damn, I shoulda been filmin' that for the vlog!" As Octoman soared through the air, his tentacles whipped out in several different directions in rapid succession, each one slapping against the side of a building or a tree or a lamp post and sticking to it just long enough to jerk him to one side or another and alter his trajectory, adjusting his descent to avoid obstacles between him and the two metahumans in the middle of the ruined street and then to re-align it with them. His arc finally ended with two of his tentacles wrapped around a traffic light pole. He hung upside-down and swayed back and forth beneath the light like a child on a tire swing under a tree. He cupped his hands and shouted at the metahumans. "HEY, SO BEFORE WE TAG IN, WHICH ONE OF Y'ALL'S THE BANK ROBBER, AND WHO'S THE MISUNDERSTOOD HERO TRYIN' TA STOP THE BANK ROBBER?" He turned up toward Soliton and flashed her a wink, a grin, and a "thumbs-up" gesture.

Octoman Wait, "CURSE"? Why's it gotta be like THAT? I said I KNOW what you are, I didn't say there was anything WRONG with what you are! "What you are" is PRETTY FREAKIN' SWEET actually. Real talk, I'm kinda jealous. If I got to choose, I'd damn sure rather be like you than like me. Also, damn, Chica, if you don't wanna be a superhero, you should go into POLITICS. That's some TOP-SHELF spin you put on what I said. LeBron can't spin a ball as good as you spinned that. Let's not get it twisted: I didn't come at Big Sis. Big Sis came at ME. And if she takes a swing at someone who ain't swingin' at her, and you put that on them instead of on her and expect 'em to just "turn the other cheek", then, news flash, they ain't gonna "be friends" with YOU either. So while you're drawin' lines in the sand for everyone she's mad-doggin', maybe you should draw one for her, too. Oh hey, what were you doin' in a synagogue? MULTIPLE synagogues, sounds like? You got, like, a Jewish aunt or somethin'? Like I said, Catholic grandma. Or, in Mamá's case, Catholic mother-in-law. Y'all weren't the leads in my movie, but ya had speaking parts. Tell you what, go ahead and add me to your "God Stuff" mailing list, and next time y'all getcher Jesus on, maybe I'll swing by and liven up the festivities. When you're like "I don't like the powers and the fighting", I'm like "Is she even speaking ENGLISH?" I legit don't get that. Like, "powers and fighting" are the reason I'm sitting in front of this keyboard and not in a decade-old pile of dried-out Grue-poop. Wait, do Grue even poop? Lemme look that up real quick...OK, Google and Wikipedia are surprisingly UN-helpful here. SAFE SEARCH RECOMMENDED on this one!

Octoman "Yeah, I was an 8-bit gunslinger ridin' the dusty digital trail LONG before I got bit." Ben pointed a pair of finger-guns at "Doctor Ruth" which popped off in rapid succession. "Mamá and Tatay figured out real quick that a computer's a great babysitter." His voice dropped a full octave, and his body briefly transformed into the man Davyd had seen in multiple photographs of Ben's parents but had yet to meet in-person. "'Better than TV, at least he's learning something!'" Ben's skin melted and rippled and he assumed his most often-used form, the one which looked like the kid from those same pictures. "I mean, I don't think I'm gonna lose my mind and start rampaging through the streets like Gigantosaur or anything. But I'd be lying if I said I had my powers a hunnerd percent on lock, y'know? I mean, that's why we're here, right? Make sure the kid who can bench-press a Buick knows how to punch a fool without caving his whole freakin' face in and poppin' his head like a giant zit, don't trip in the hallway and launch my stinger-beak on reflex at some poor dude who's just walkin' by, Eee-Tee-Cee. And Man, I don't THINK people would freak if they saw "The Real Me', I KNOW they would, 'cause I freaked out when I saw it. I don't mind so much that YOU saw it, 'cause, let's be real here, you ain't exactly People's Sexiest Man Alive when you wake up in the morning either. I'm not about to piss on your lack of a face and tell ya it's rainin', so you don't gotta pretend people wouldn't see me and call an old priest and a young priest up in here to cast out Pazuzu."

Octoman "Man, look at you. H-Man really DID do this in a classroom with a box of scraps." Ben turned his laptop to line up its infrared data port with Heroditus's crystal contraption. "OK, just gotta check the Device Manager...yep, IrDA port's enabled...crank the data transfer rate up as far as it'll go...yeah, that's right, override ALL the limits..." He laced his fingers together, stretching his arms and cracking his knuckles at the same time. "Where we're going..." He grinned, typed in one final command, then let his fingers hover over his laptop keyboard's "ENTER" key. "...We don't NEED roads." He punched the key, then leaned back and started tapping his fingers on his desk. Four series of five taps each, three from his left hand followed by two from his right. "That's one small step for a scientist, but one giant leap for SCIENCE!"

If the penalty wasn't enough to make him fail the check, then he shouldn't get a Hero Point.

Octoman's Notice: 25. Feel free to give him a Hero Point if his deafness causes him to suffer a penalty to that check or fail it entirely.

Octoman Hey Chica, thanks for hitting me back so fast. Hope Big Sis isn't reading over your shoulder. Don't even sweat covering for her with me. I know we're all technically still kids and everything, but she's too friggin' old to blame YOU for what SHE does, know what I mean? Like, she's sevenTEEN, she ain't SEVEN. I wouldn't mind hanging out in-person, but I'm legit worried that she'd try to start something and I'd wind up hurting her. I don't WANNA hurt her, I wouldn't TRY to hurt her, but, like, I can shoot hoops with a Prius, and I'm still kinda learnin' how to hold back on all that. That's why I'm HERE, right? And, like, I'm a reasonable dude and all, but if she comes at me and starts swingin', there's only so much I'll put up with before I'll END it, y'know? Also, like, that's nice of you and all, but I had to Google that Pole stuff, and, I mean, there's no polite way to say this, but ya gotta stop assuming that everyone you meet thinks Jesus Is Magic, or that they WOULD think that if you just had the chance to explain it to 'em, or that they wanna be part of your super-special club and they're just waiting on the invite. My grandma on Tatay's side is Catholic, so I get, like, Christmas presents and stuff, but basically everyone else in my family is Jewish. I know I don't exactly advertise, so it's easy to miss, plus there aren't a whole lotta brown Jewish guys walkin' around (tho there's WAY more than you'd think!), but "not advertising" is kinda part of our whole deal. To be honest, I'm not really sure if I'm "a believer" or not, but I got like eight years of Hebrew school under my belt, twice a week since I was five. What else was I...RIGHT. Look...how can I put this...when it comes to you, everyone may know WHERE, but they don't know WHAT. You wanna keep playin' like I don't know what I'm smellin', and what I'm NOT smellin', fine, that's cool, you do you. Like I said, I'm not gonna drag you outta that closet. You wanna come clean and get some stuff off your chest, or you want someone to talk to Leroy, feel him out, see if he'll freak or if he'll be down, lemme know, I'm always down to help out peeps in need. But, like, the longer you try to hide it, the worse it's gonna be when you DO get found out, and you WILL. I mean, don't get me wrong, they did a real good job makin' you seem like somethin' you're not, but, like, this life's MAD dangerous, and when peeps like us get hurt, other peeps start askin' QUESTIONS. Take it from me, I know what I'm talkin' about. There's a whole buncha people in town who know what my blood looks like 'cause they got a REAL good look up close when it was gettin' pounded outta me like I was a fast-food ketchup packet. Now, if you do get outed before you're ready, don't get me wrong, I still got yer back, and I'll try to bite my tongue and not say "I told you so". I just hope you got SOMEONE to talk to who's in on it.

Octoman Since the start of the 2019-2020 school year, Ben Wang had lived in the Claremont Academy dorms during the week, coming home on the weekends. Once in a while, one of his parents would leave work in time to pick him up from the campus on Friday afternoon. Usually, he just took a bus back to their tiny West End apartment. On Friday, November 15th, he got a pair of familiar texts from each of his parents, letting him know that they would be working late. He replied to let them know that he'd be "hanging out with friends" and he'd make his own dinner arrangements. It wasn't a complete lie. Max O'Brian, the other Claremont student who'd joined him to investigate the mall kidnappings, wasn't a friend yet, but she wasn't a foe either, and so far most of Ben's fellow superheroes seemed to warm up to him once they'd worked with him. And the Millennium Mall food court fare, humble as it was, technically met the definition of "dinner". "Thish ish where it all feegan" Ben muttered through mouthfuls of pizza. "Right here, this is where I met Geckoman for the first time. This is where I was when I decided I was gonna be a superhero someday."

Octoman Ben's furious typing stopped for a few moments as his mind wandered back to the sisters. I should say something to Robot-Girl. It's not right to just leave her hangin' like that. I SAW that look in her eye. Can't play a player. She was SCARED. Big Sis can roll up like a bouncer in-person. But she can't step to an email. He looked up Judy's email address on the campus directory and composed a message. Judy- Like I said, I know your secret, for real, no joke. I. Know. What. You. Are. I sniffed it out, like, LITERALLY. I wasn't TRYING to. I didn't go LOOKING for it. It's not like that. It's just...it's not something I can really turn OFF, know what I'm saying? Maybe they'll teach me that here? I know what it's like to keep secrets. I got a couple big ones myself. It's HEAVY. Really drags ya down. If you wanna lighten the load a little, hit me up and you can talk my eye off about it. It's actually a topic I legit know a lot about (as I'm about to show everyone, but keep that on the D.L., no spoilers). -Ben He stared at his laptop screen for a few moments. Then he clicked "SEND".

Fun fact, the smartphone app which alerts Octoman to loud noises is real. It's called BeWarned. Octoman's mobility is nothing compared to Soliton's, but in case you need the specifics as to how he gets around: Elongation 6 allows any of his tentacles to stretch up to 250ft long as move action. If he wants to, he can have one elongate until it hits something, stick to that something with his Wall Crawling, and then "snap it back" down to its original arm's length as a free action, dragging him there. 250ft per move action in any direction is roughly equivalent to Flight rank 2. His Leaping power (and Swimming AP) comes from internal bladders which collect, compress, and violently expel bursts of air. So yes, it's basically super-farting. From a "standing" start, he can launch himself in a 250ft long, 125ft high arc, also roughly equivalent to Flight 2, at least in terms of raw speed. If one or more of his tentacles are extended to their 250ft maximum length, then, along with his Wall Crawling, they give him plenty of options for stopping or redirecting his leap.

Octoman Ben Wang had not given his own superhero costume the same level of forethought as Soliton had hers. Ben's parents now knew he had powers. Bombshell and Jack of All Blades had convinced him that attending the Claremont Academy while keeping them in the dark about its true nature would have been impractical at best, and most likely impossible. Sooner or later, the stars would align, and even the most absentee parents would finally attend an open house or a parent/teacher conference. But while Ben's parents saw the wisdom in him learning enough control over his powers to avoid getting himself or someone else killed with them from those who know about such things, they emphatically did not want their underage child to have any active involvement in superheroics. Ben didn't know how to sew, he was worried that he might arouse his parents suspicion if he showed a sudden interest in it, and even with as little as either one of them were home, he didn't think he could hide a sewing machine from them in their tiny West End apartment. If his parents found out that he was indeed jumping from rooftop to rooftop putting himself in harm's way, they'd ground him for sure. And there was a chance, unlikely though it was, that one of them might take enough time off of work to actually enforce it. So instead, Ben used his shapeshifting powers to transform the outer layers of his flesh into his Octoman "costume". It had not yet occurred to him that maintaining his shapeshifted forms had always required at least a modicum of concentration, meaning that, were he rendered unconscious, he would immediately revert to his true form, as he did every night upon falling asleep. One lucky punch from a hired goon could very well mean the end of Octoman's secret identity. While Soliton was lost in thought sitting on top of the skyscraper, Octoman's tentacles were stuck to the side, suspending him next to it in mid-air. He faced the building, and the smartphone being held in front of him by another tentacle, striking a dramatic pose against the city skyline as he recorded another vlog entry. He yelled, partially so the microphone could pick up his voice over the crosswinds, and partially because he couldn't hear himself anymore and rarely had any idea how loudly he was talking at any given moment. "WHAT UP FAM, IT'S YA BOY, THE SENSATIONAL CEPHALOPOD, THE CRIME-FIGHTING KRAKEN HIMSELF, THAT'S RIGHT, THE OUTRAGEOUS OCTOMAN, COMIN' AT YOU FROM DOWNTOWN FREEDOM! I'M UP HERE WITH MAH GIRL SOLITON, LOOKIN' OUT FER ALLA Y'ALL." His tentacle flipped the phone up and around briefly, catching a glimpse of the bottoms of Soliton's boots hanging over the edge of the roof. "YOU'LL PROBABLY SEE MORE OF HER IN MY NEW VIDEOS. SHE'S GOOD PEEPS, NEW BLOOD LIKE ME, CUTTIN' EDGE OF THE FREEDOM CITY SUPERHERO COMMU-HELLO!" The tip of his tentacle tapped the smartphone screen to stop recording as it started buzzing and flashing its notification light. Octoman's tentacle was stashing his phone in one of his "pockets" as Soliton appeared next to him. He raised his left wrist up toward Soliton's face. A square patch of his skin roughly one and a half inches on each side slid open to reveal the face of his smartwatch. It was vibrating. The tiny light in the corner was flashing, as was the watch face, which read in large block letters, "SIREN". "Cool, huh? Does the same thing for screams, cars honking their horns, even dogs barking. There really IS an app for everything." Octoman's "mask" appeared to have an opening just big enough for his mouth, but it clung to him like a second skin so perfectly and moved in such exact sync with his facial muscles that it never showed even a tiny glimpse of the skin beneath it. Being able to observe it this closely, if Soliton didn't already know that there was no "skin beneath it", she'd at least have some questions. "Nah, it ain't about 'first'. Dude rolls up on a comment and just posts 'FIRST!' and he gets buried in downvotes and nobody sees it anyway. You want the UPvotes, you make an ENTRANCE." Octoman's tentacles drew him back against the side of the building, where he folded himself into a crouch. Then a burst of air exploded from somewhere behind him, launching him across the sky.

Persephone "I'm happy to meet you wherever you'd like to meet. But today's Thursday. I was hoping to make it up to the swamp sooner than tha-" "...Well then." The green woman chuckled. "Bein' hopelessly citified as I am, I was hoping our resident swamp-rat might see fit to show me around the San Sebastien today, but it looks like he had other plans. Guess I'll be going without a chaperone." "Obvious or not, I like it. Has a nice ring to it. Tells people up-front what we're about. I have a feeling that's what most people will call us anyway, so we may as well make it official." "That's sweet of you, thank you, but no, I'm parked nearabout to here. Now that last night's frog-choker's come and gone, I don't think I can get away with leaving my car on the street overnight again without it getting towed. Those of y'all signing up with me, I'll see you in the mayor's office in a lick. The rest of y'all, I guess I'll see you at Esso's on Saturday. Take care now."

Octoman Ben barely looked up from his laptop enough to pay attention to what Heroditus was saying. He was completely oblivious to Leroy, Headmistress Summers, and everyone else in the room, consumed as he was with his work. If he caught anyone waving at him out of the corner of his eye, his only response was to mutter "Can't talk, sciencin'." "Yeah, exactly. You got it." He typed frantically as he spoke. "Sweet! Man, we gotta hook this thing up to my computer on movie nights, get some real in-your-face three-DEE action up in here! OK, I worked up a simple algorithm to start with, real bare-bones stuff, but it's got room for expansion. For starters, it's just got a small series of yes-or-no if-this-then-that questions it's gonna ask itself about anything we put in front of it. At the same time, I'm comin' at it sideways, and feeding it...well, everything on Wikipedia, but starting with the biophysics of the human brain, and all the philosophy related to 'ethics' or 'morality'. So at the same time it's learnin' HOW to think, it's also learnin' WHAT to think, get me? Also gonna teach it to play Fort Watch, 'cause, I mean, can't be ALL-business, gotta have hobbies, right? It's A LOT of info, like, if we printed it all out in books we could fill every building on campus kinda 'a lot', so the bigger a stream you can give me, the more boats I can pile boxes of books onto and send sailing down the river at once."

Like I said when AA first brought up the possibility of importing Vibora Bay: I'll play there, but I'm not planning on GMing there. That's due to lack of time and cognitive resources, not lack of interest. I quite enjoy playing my VBPC, and I feel like I've got a decent handle on the setting. But GMing more than I already am takes more than I have to give at the moment. Persephone is, like Torque, up for pretty much anything. After the events of "Storm of The Century", there is a murderer at large. Persephone would like to track them down and bring them to justice. To that end, after the meeting in "Rough Draft", she's planning to head up to the swamp north of the city where Croczilla came from, to see if the plants there have any useful information. Agreed. Vampires and werewolves are a lot cooler than a bunch of interchangeable nonpowered thugs, which is what all the Vibora gangs are in the book. Here's one possible hook: Persephone's origin story specifically involves having destroyed a handful of New Shadows gang members who had already been transformed into vampires. I kept it vague: I did not specify how they became vampires, how long they had been vampires, or whether or not any of the rest of the gang knew that they had been vampires. The gang doesn't know her secret identity, but they have put together that a handful of their brethren were killed and that Persephone is the one who did it. They currently have a standing bounty on the street for information about her. They haven't put a price on her head, because, for now, they want to avenge themselves. But if they try and fail enough times, they might swallow their pride and enlist outside aid of some sort. There are a couple whom I think would make good imports, and who don't have existing Freedomverse equivalents that I'm aware of: Dead Man Walkin': Undead assassin, ex-military. Like a revenant version of Deathstroke The Terminator. Loves to kill, but only does it when he's getting paid for it. Mister Gemini: Shapeshifting duplicator mutant crime boss. Sort of a less ambitious version of Mister Zero from Paragons. He's the leader of the "Gemini Gang", named after himself. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, he has the power to make one identical duplicate of himself. But he can actually make dozens, and he can make them look like different people. His "gang" is secretly made up entirely of his duplicates. The other gang bosses in Vibora Bay tolerate him and even hire his crew sometimes, because he hasn't shown any overt signs of being their competition. He hasn't tried to claim his own territory, and it seems like he doesn't have a stable gang, instead hiring new people for each job (actually he just has his duplicates change their appearance periodically). The San Sebastien Swamp & The Skunk-Ape: Not really a "villain", but potentially an antagonist or a complication. The entire swamp north of the city is a single intelligent and sentient entity, one of many local oddities caused by the magical effects of just being near the fallen angel Therakiel, who's been hiding in Vibora Bay since before humanity existed. The Skunk-Ape, which is both the most famous local cryptid and Swamp Thing with the serial numbers filed off, is a temporary puppet that the swamp constructs for itself when it wants to interact with things on a more "human" level. I doubt it's necessary to stat up the Skunk-Ape extensively, if at all, since, while it can be destroyed, that doesn't really do anything. Given time, the swamp can just make another one. In fact, it can make more than one. Valerian Scarlet: Mix of the classic "jumped-up dabbler" and "vain sorceress" archetypes. Angstagoth teen wannabe finally learns a spell that works, summons a demon, and makes a deal. Now she's a superhuman sorceress and semi-secretly the owner of one of the hottest nightclubs in town, The Minefield. Most people know that it's a goth/metal/techno club, but they don't know that Valerian Scarlet secretly siphons off some of the life force of the crowds inside to feed to her demonic patron so she can keep her power and immortality. In the book, she doesn't know about Therakiel or his plan to cause the Apocalypse, while in Champions Online, she's a knowing and enthusiastic collaborator. VIPER, which is to the Champions setting what Cobra is to G.I. Joe (though VIPER came first!), does have a covert presence in Vibora Bay. I think it would make the most sense to just swap them out for SHADOW. If we go with the leader of the Sovereign Sons being ridden by the loa Baron Cimitiere as he is in Champions Online, then we can probably just copy/paste Baron Samedi's stats for him. Aside from that, pretty much any villain from the books, 2E or 3E, who doesn't have one of the other cities specifically listed as their base of operations would work, and even if they are canonically Freedom or Emerald locals, if no one else has plans for them, you could probably move them down to Florida. Because Therakiel is hiding in Vibora, it's a supernatural hot spot, so those types of villains are the most obvious fit. There isn't a huge tech industry in Vibora, so high-tech villains aren't as natural a fit, but there is some. If nothing else, NASA's launch sites are only a couple hundred miles away. Any villain with an interest in smuggling or trafficking of any kind would be attracted to Vibora, since it's a major shipping hub, and if they're after weapons specifically, the city hosts factories and warehouses for two major arms manufacturers.

Mister Strix The entire time that Dead Head and Merge Trois had walked through the Hardwick Park streets, the man in white had shadowed them from above, as he said he would. He leaped from rooftop to rooftop, his boots making not even a whisper as he landed. He clung to the sides of buildings like a spider, sticking to the shadows when he could and broadcasting a psychic signal that clouded the minds of all who might happen to look upon him, commanding them to look away and forget. It was one of the first uses of his dark power he'd mastered, and within weeks of being turned into an undead abomination, he'd developed such mastery over it that it required about as much effort as blinking his eyes. As he dropped down behind the Mara thugs, he continued to command them not to see him, while knowing that Dead Head would. The revenant had never been fooled by Mister Strix's hypnosis, though Strix had no idea whether it was on account of Burt's personal strength of will or if was a trait shared by all who were raised from the dead by similar circumstances. His black eyes made direct contact with Dead Head's, and he gave the zombie a silent nod, but for the moment, he merely watched and waited.

GM: 4 posts = 8 IC posts Everyone Is From Somewhere (1) Red Death Redemption (2) Siren Song of The Void (1) 3 posts to Mister Strix 5 posts to Persephone Dirge: 0 IC posts = 0PP Mister Strix: 7 IC posts + 3 GM posts = 10 IC posts = 2PP Bedlam Burning: Beauty & The Beasts (1) Everyone Is From Somewhere (2) Red Death Redemption (4) Octoman: 25 IC posts = 3PP Daka Rush (1) Freaky Fraternity (2) It's Me, Daystar (4) The Pinball Wizard Strikes! (4) Punching Up (5) Puppy Love (5) Reptile Brain (1) Tech Compliance (3) Persephone: 5 IC posts + 5 GM posts = 10 IC posts = 2PP, +1PP Guide = 3PP Dragon's Harvest (1) Even The Mere Reports of Such (3) Rough Draft (1)