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GM Dead Head peeked around the corner into the alley where the screams came from, and the first thing he saw was the back of The Woodchuck Man. The orange-brown fur peeking out around that hat and trenchcoat was dirty and matted, with scabbed skin poking through between the tufts. His arms were raised in the air, waving his claws around, as he chittered and squeaked and screeched. Beyond him, in the center of the alley, were half a dozen young Caucasian men, all wearing pristine polo shirts tucked into khakis, all with expensive haircuts. The were each holding some kind of improvised weapon, a baseball bat or a crowbar or a pipe wrench. Dead Head recognized one of them from the news clips as Ethan Pfeffner, Fairchild's fiance. The young men were the ones screaming, with a mixture of angry bravado and genuine fear. A "NOWHERE MEN" tag was painted on the alley wall, almost directly above them. Beside it, another swarm of cockroaches used their bodies to spell the words "GO AWAY". Beyond the men, at the other end of the alley, Dead Head could see a bald man in tattered clothes, hovering about a foot above the pavement, with his arms stretched out in front of him. His skin and eyes both glowed with a pale blue light. He moaned, "UHHHHHHNNNNNGGGGHHHHUUUUHHHH!" as he floated closer to them.
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Mister Strix "If the doors are warded against the undead, then I'm not getting through, not without one of you disrupting them first. But I can get us onto that roof, if you don't mind being carried. One at a time, and they might spot us, but I can get us there. I can probably even get one of you safely onto the floor inside, if, again, you don't mind being carried. The guards inside are probably packing the same military-grade hardware as the ones outside. Find cover first thing. If they're brewing and packaging the drugs here, that means a lot of expensive equipment and product they'll hesitate to fire bullets into. That should force them to close in and fight hand-to-hand, where we have the edge." The man in white held out his arms. "Who's first?"
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GM Northeast of Hardwick Park and north of Wolverton, close to the gutted factories and empty warehouses of Industrial Drive, stood the century-old brown brick walls and iron-barred windows of Bedlam General Hospital. Lady Horus got there in under a minute. Like most nights, the emergency room was overflowing with the sick and injured of Wolverton and Hardwick Park. By the time Lady Horus stormed into the waiting room, the scrap of white cloth Mister Strix had torn from his cape was already soaked through with the police officer's blood, as was the gauze he had hastily taped to the man's neck. Lady Horus's shouting could barely be heard over the dull roar. One of the triage nurses repeatedly told her they would "have someone out here right away", but it was several minutes before another couple of nurses rolled a stretcher up to them and heaved the bleeding cop onto it. They pushed him into the hallway, tended to him as best they could, and then left him there, along with the dozens of other gurneys lining the walls. About half the people around Lady Horus at any given time stared at her, while the others were too consumed with their own traumas or work to even notice her. Dead Head hadn't figured out yet why the natives called it "Downtown General" when it was nowhere near Downtown Bedlam. He got there just as quickly as Lady Horus. He would have beaten her there if she hadn't had a head start. He emerged in the basement rather than the E.R. waiting room. Technically, the County Coroner's office handled services like autopsies for Bedlam City's dead, but the hospitals still needed refrigerated rooms in which to store the patients who had died there, until they could be moved to the County Morgue. As far as Dead Head's gravewalking spell was concerned, that met the criteria for "a place of death". Mister Strix, meanwhile, "only" being able to run as fast as a car and jump a hundred feet into the air, took almost five minutes to reach the hospital.
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Mister Strix "If Delgado was infected at the homeless shelter, then that sounds like our best lead. But I don't think the part about his wife being in the hospital was a lie, not if he waited for emergency services to show up after the fake car accident. Horus is on her way to Downtown General with the cop now. If the kid's mom is in a hospital, that's got to be the one. There's no way they took a Latina woman to Our Lady of Sorrow in Stark Hill, or a poor person to Beth-El in Stone Ridge. And if this is some kind of infection, and the timing the kid described lines up, then the hospital is the more immediate concern. Let's go."
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GM A few moments after Lou knocked on the mahogany double-doors, The Fix saw the first sign of activity from within the house. The light bulbs inside the twin glass paneled ironwrought lamps mounted on either side of the doors flared to life. The viewing panel build into the right-side door slid open with a creak, revealing a pair of yellow-tinted and bloodshot eyes, peering out from under a set of dark and bushy brows. "Good eeevening." A deep, slow voice addressed him from behind the door, lingering on almost every other syllable. "Are youuu...memmmbersss? Or...the guesssts...of memmmbersss? Or do you haaavvve...a delivery?"
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All of them using a military grade semiautomatic rifle very similar to the kind this character uses as his primary attack. We generally try to avoid getting too "political" here (though, as stated in the intro guides, we are firmly "pro-SJW"), but a character like this makes "not being political" impossible.
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No, the gender breakdown was even and there was a even a fairly large age range.
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A referee specifically advised you to read the new player guide. Nothing about "Punisher With A Bag of Holding" here makes me think that you did that.
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Dead Head also gets a Hero Point for his divination magic yielding such vague results.
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GM The scent trail of The Woodchuck Man continued to lead the pair on a twisting path through Ash Street's back alleys. The flock of pigeons followed them, always keeping their distance, always looming above. The pair found three more charred corpses, all older than the first, though it was difficult to tell by how much, days or weeks. One was also just sitting out in the open, curled up against another alley wall. Another had, after the fire had gone out, been unceremoniously shoved into a overflowing dumpster that, judging from the layers of dust on the outside and the state of decay of the contents, didn't appear to have been emptied in months. The last was sitting in the burnt-out and rusted husk of a car. The words "NOWHERE MEN" were spray-painted near each one. The souls who had formerly occupied those bodies had stories just like the first one. Multiple voices, none familiar. Laughter, gasoline, fire, and death. A few minutes after the fourth burnt body, the pair heard screaming echoing from a nearby alley.
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Mister Strix The man in white glanced up at the pigeons. "We're being watched. It's obvious. They're being obvious. They want us to know. They warned us. Told us to leave. I'm not leaving." He won't say it. He doesn't want to say it. He doesn't want to face the reality of this place. "It could have been a sacrifice," he growled. "A summoning. Or it could have been...fun. They could have tortured and murdered an innocent person, for fun." He turned and glared at the graffiti. "When I lived here, I saw that tag, more than once. I never gave much thought to it. Could've been some kind of artistic or political statement. Could have been a gang, but not much of one. Nobody on Ash Street has anything to steal." He clenched his fists. "But this...if this is what they do, then it ends tonight."
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GM The burnt skeleton shook its skull back and forth. "Blurry...laughter...flames...that's all I can remember. Sorry. I didn't see so well back then. I needed new glasses. Couldn't get them. Booze made it worse. But I couldn't sleep without the booze. Too cold. Too much. I don't like to remember. If I knew what had been waiting for me, I'd have killed myself so long ago. Even Hell would've been better than Bedlam." While the corpse spoke, Dead Head noticed pigeons perching on top of the buildings on either side of the alley. There were only a couple at first, but as his conversation progressed, more and more of them flew over and sat down. They all just sat, motionless, staring down at the trio.
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Mister Strix After combing over every square inch of the scene, the man in white shook his head. "No traces I can find. Not so much as a speck. No, we get plenty of arson, but not many known arsonists. Doctor Scorch has been locked in the Crawley Asylum for over a decade. In fact, if we get desperate enough, we might want to break in there and ask him for advice. Believe it or not, the cops have consulted with him before. 'Torchy' still hasn't been caught, but whoever they are, they mainly do residential buildings, not commercial spaces like this. No, this doesn't fit his pattern. Did you pick up any traces of magic? It could be some amateur sorcerer. We seem to find one of those in this town every time we turn over a rock. Looks like we're breaking into the county courthouse records after all."
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Octoman "Yeah, I'd pretty much have to stay there during the week, I think. No way my parents can make that kind of commute, just not enough hours in the day, and the buses barely TOUCH Bayview. Man, I'm gonna have to tell my parents about my powers, aren't I? Tatay, he'll dig it. But you're gonna have to crank those powers of persuasion up to eleven for my mom, 'cause she does NOT like superheroes. Every time Tatay and I talk about you guys, she grumbles and rolls her eyes. She's cool with powers, that just HAPPENS to some people, she gets that. It's the tights-and-fights part. OK, so you know how the bad guy's always got a bunch of schlubby morons doing his heavy lifting and distracting you while he powers up his death ray? Well, after you beat up those guys and they go to jail, they go to COURT, and Mamá is their lawyer. Not the MAIN bad guy, he can afford to pay someone else a lot of money. His goons, they can't afford ANYONE, so they get Mamá. You know how EVERYBODY loves you guys? Well, her DAY JOB is trying to convince a room full of EVERYBODY that you guys are Bad, Actually. And she TRIES, 'cause she CARES. Not everyone she works with cares, but SHE does. So she REALLY tries. But most of the time, well, like I said, everybody loves you. OK, I gotta tell them about the powers so I can go to Superhero School. But I'm NOT telling them about the swinging-on-rooftops beating-up-bad-guys getting-shot-at thing. They're still worried about me getting a DRIVERS LICENSE. Maaan, now they're gonna see what I really look like after the accident. They're gonna FREAK when they see THAT." His eyes widened again when the little girl ran into Bombshell's arms. "Whoa. You have KIDS?! BOMBSHELL's a MOM?! Wait...did you marry Geckoman?! Is she his kid? Of COURSE, NOW it all makes sense! Hey, 'Mia', right? I'm Octoman. Yeah, I got LOTS of arms. It's my thing." He deployed all ten of his tentacles and stretched them long enough to reach every part of the room, then let them idly float around in the air. "I can smell you through these little sucker-things, see?" One of the tentacles hovered near Mia, and the suckers clenched and relaxed again in rapid succession. "Like, if you were standing way over there, and I was over here, but one of my arms was over by you, and you farted, I'd totally smell it. You'd be over there like THHHHFFFFBT! and I'd be over here all *ACK*!" His skin turned green for a couple seconds.
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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 (IN PROGRESS): Ben gets caught up in Angelic and Pan's school prank. #ReleaseTheRavenCut: Miss Grue asks Horrorshow for help, and Ben tags along. Phone A Friend (IN PROGRESS): Ben is one of several fellow Claremont students invited by Angelic to a party at the DuTemps castle. Ancient Enemies (IN PROGRESS): Ben and the rest of Clarmont's Green Squad help Veronica Danger rescue a pair of lost Danger International archaeologists.
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Octoman The teen sprang up to a sitting position on the examination table. His costume (skin?) changed colors again, and textures too, this time, briefly turning completely white with red spots, then red with yellow spots, and a few other color combinations, back and forth a few times, and spiky all over. His eyes stretched into perfect circles twice their normal size. His mouth hung open, almost matching them. He held up his hands, palms out toward Bombshell, as if trying to stop a car on the road. "WHOA whoa whoa. Are you SERIOUS?!" Then his hands started doing the same gesture as before, where they moved from side to side to emphasize each incomplete sentence. "GECKOMAN. THE Geckoman. Went to Claremont. CLAREMONT. Which is a SUPERHERO SCHOOL. Also, there are SUPERHERO SCHOOLS. And they taught GECKOMAN. How to BE Geckoman. YEAH, OK, I'm in. OF COURSE I'm in. Where do I sign? WHAT do I sign? Are there scholarships? Do I have to, like, enlist in the military or something? Is it a religious school? 'Cause I'm kinda good with what I've got. Do I have to tell my parents about, y'know..." A tentacle erupted from the fold of skin on his forearm and waved at Bombshell, its suckers flexing and squeezing. "...THIS whole thing?"
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GM When Mister Strix got close to the cockroaches, a few of them immediately rolled over and died. The rest scattered back to where they came from. The same blue-green fire which had emanated from Dead Head to coat the charred skeleton suddenly erupted from its eye sockets. The head jerked to the side and up, pointing itself at Dead Head. The blackened jaw bone started falling open and clacking shut, knocking bits of soot off its teeth, as a hoarse whisper, a voice with no mouth, told its story. "FIRE...I was sleeping...drunk...took most of a bottle to sleep through the night in those days...those last days...water splashed all over me...not water...oil...smelled like gas...like the worst vodka I ever choked down...voices...whispering...LAUGHING...so much laughing...why are they laughing...couldn't see...blurry...the booze...the gas...then the fire...then nothing. Please don't make me stay here. I hate this place..."
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Mister Strix "After...the change...before we took over the club, I used to squat in an abandoned basement not far from here." The man in white was never particularly talkative, though more with Dead Head than anyone else Burt had seen him with. But actually volunteering personal information, unprompted, that was practically unprecedented. He raised a hand to his own nose when the pair entered the alley. "The fumes are still here, but they're barely lingering. Gasoline was definitely the accelerant. But this person burned days ago. Days, and no one called anyone in, no one moved the body, no one said or did anything. I lived here for most of my life, but sometimes this place still surprises even me." "Not at all. I didn't just bring you along so I could borrow your shovel." While Dead Head worked his literal magic, the man in white walked up to the swarm of coordinated cockroaches.
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Octoman "Claremont? That fancy prep school on the other side of the river? Why would I get in there? Why would I even APPLY there? There's no WAY my parents could afford that place. There's no way they'd even have time to drive me out that far. Nah, public school kid. I MEAN...yeah, nobody's buyin' it. OK, still doin' the highschool thing. But CLAREMONT? My grades are good, but they're not THAT good. Nah, the parents don't know anything yet. They both work a lot, so they're not around much. And since, y'know..." He pointed at his ear and twirled his finger around. "THIS happened, they've both been trying real hard not to startle me by, like, barging into my room or anything, I get plenty of warning. Got cool blinky-lights hooked up over the door, bathroom too, kinda like a doorbell, just push a button. I don't think they'd want me doing the hero thing. Especially Mamá, she doesn't really like you guys, says you make her job harder...Wait, what do you MEAN, 'secret identity things'? Is it bad? Like, someone in his family's dying? It's gotta be bad, wait, no way he'd hang up the tights if it wasn't bad, the whole city would fall apart without him...WAIT, he IS the new Raven, isn't he?! I KNEW IT! I knew he sidekicked for the old one for a while, not, like, the OLD old one, the NEW old one. Who ELSE is she gonna pick? Well, Wander, maybe. You could do it, easy, but it doesn't seem like your style. Midnight, it's one-THOUSAND percent HIS style. Or Foreshadow. Terrifica could probably do the job..."
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Octoman As she observed him more closely, Bombshell was struck by how Octoman's costume clung to him so much like a second skin that it seemed like it was his skin. She'd never seen even morphic molecules track a body's movements so perfectly. Even in the places where he was bleeding from cuts, the costume still clung to his flesh like it was glued on, with no fraying whatsoever. The blank white eyes of his mask, seemingly some kind of embedded glass lens, widened and narrowed to match his facial expressions, which all came through crystal-clear. The mouth-hole looked more like it was just his mouth. It occurred to her that this might have been why she'd so easily figured out that he was reading people's lips. He rambled at Bombshell the whole time she half-carried him to the infirmary. "OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN, is this INTERCEPTORS HQ?! THIS IS SO COOL! This is like Prince taking you into his vault and playing his unreleased tracks for you! Or Kevin Mitnick showing you around his personal hard drive! Where the MAGIC happens! Does Geckoman live here full-time? Or does he have, like, his own Geckocave somewhere? Is there a secret garage for The Pitchoo that, like, opens up into the sewers or something? And where IS Geckoman? I KNOW he's not DEAD, 'cause the newspapers didn't have black borders on the front pages and the flags didn't spend a week flying at half-mast and the whole city didn't shut down for a big funeral and presidents and queens from other countries didn't fly in, but, like, did he get hurt so bad even HE couldn't heal back from it? Or is he out in space another dimension, like, leading a revolution against some alien warlord? Is he the new Raven? Is it just some kind of re-branding thing? Are he and Spellbound a couple? I know they did the whole archenemies thing, but you see 'em together, and they do that certain kind of bickering and sneak those looks and smiles at each other, and it's like, YEAH, he's hittin' that! Are they still together? Or did she go evil again? I know that happens with supervillain girlfriends sometimes. I mean, no offense! Nah, no allergies. I used to have SOME, but they went away when I got powers. Doesn't look like I get sick anymore at all. Last February half the kids in my class got the flu, but-I MEAN, um, uh...'KIDS', you know, like us grownups call each other sometimes, 'YOU CRAZY KIDS', like, IRONICALLY, and, uh, of course, I meant...my SOCIAL class, like...ECONOMICS. Wait, why would I miss what...Oh. OH. Wow, NOTHIN' gets by you. Yeah...side-effect of the whole superpowers-thing. Is it THAT obvious? I was kinda tryin' to keep that on the dee-ell. I mean, superheroes don't advertise their weakness, right? Captain Thunder didn't hire a plane to write 'DRAIN ME WEATHER-DADDY' in the sky, he made Stratos WORK for it. Not that Captain Thunder would have to hire a plane, he could just heave an engine up into the sky and fly it around himself, but then it might be more trouble to find an engine that wasn't already attached to a plane or take it off a plane, but he was a pilot, so he could just fly the plane himself, but I dunno if they rent skywriting planes for, like, personal use..."
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@alderwitch Go ahead and make a DC20 check, either Notice or Sense Motive (I can't decide which it should be and she's got the same +10 in both). If she succeeds, then Bombshell can notice how Octoman's eyes snap around and stare intently at her mouth every time she speaks, and how he doesn't seem to respond or react if she says something while his back is turned, put it together, and realize that he's probably got some kind of hearing impairment.
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Octoman "I'm not goin' anywhere. Already ditched you once today. That's one time too many." Octoman grunted and winced as Bombshell helped him to his feet. "I won't lie, I wouldn't turn down a fistful of Oxy right now, or a ride on that sweet grapple-line you got there. But I gotta go talk to those people first. Got somethin' to say I think they need to hear." He limped along the two and a half blocks back to the Lenkiewicz apartment, leaning on Bombshell for support. "Real talk, thanks for having my back. I think I was a bad coin flip away from dying here. I know that's, like, the job and everything, and you'd do that for anybody, but, y'know, like, that one about the girl with the beach and the starfishes. I'm, like, Starfish Number Four-Hundred Thousand Three-Hundred and Fifty Seven." When they got back to the apartment complex, the Lenkiewicz family was gathered outside on the street. Josef Bankowski's rival for his ex-wife's affections was on a stretcher being lifted into the back of an ambulance, while other paramedics tended to the cuts and bruises on Olivia and her mother. The children both clung to Oliva's legs. When Bombshell and Octoman arrived, both Olivia and her mother practically ran to Bomshell and took turns hugging her tightly and whispering "Thank you!" Octoman limped forward and waved at Olivia. "Hey, you gonna be OK? You mind if I chat with the kids for a quick sec?" He knelt down to meet them at eye-level. "Mia, and...Gabriel, right? Hi. My name's 'Octoman'. Listen, your dad, he's got somethin' bad inside him, somethin' that makes him act all mean and scary and hurt people. But that thing inside him? It isn't inside YOU. When you guys grow up, people might say you look like him, or you sound like him. But you're not gonna BE like him. You're good people, like your mom. Lots of good people had a bad dad." He spread his arms out. "You want a hug? You don't have to if you don't wanna, but if you do-OOF." The kids wrapped their arms around him. "You're squishy!" They laughed. After the kids ran back to their mother, Octoman, with considerable effort, rose to his feet. "OK, Chica, let's go to the place and do the thing."
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Bankowski's Sense Motive: 20. She successfully Feints him. 34 obviously hits his prone and flat-footed defense. Bankowski's Toughness save (DC34): 20. Wow, this guy is tough. He fails by 14. Normally, that would only be enough to be Staggered, not Unconscious. However, since he is already Staggered, he moves up one level, and he is now, finally, Unconscious. *blasts air horns* Octoman: 16, Bruised, Injured, Staggered, Prone, 2HP Josef Bankowski: 13, Bruised x10, Injured, Staggered, Unconscious, Prone Bombshell: 12, Bruised, Injured, 2HP
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GM The pungent scent trail of the Woodchuck Man led the pair on a weaving path deeper into the neighborhood around Ash Street. The proportion of empty buildings to ones still in use declined noticeably in favor of the empty ones as they pressed forward, and they saw fewer people, even homeless people. The night grew so quiet it was distracting. The first point of interest on the trail wasn't the Woodchuck Man himself, or the missing girl, but a corpse. From the look and the smell of it, it was an old corpse, several days at least. It had been badly burned, but the fire had gone out long ago. Mutt and Strix could both pick up a faint lingering smell of gasoline. The charred body was curled up on the ground in a back alley, up against the wall. There was a graffiti tag sprayed on the wall above it. Large block letters in multiple garish colors declared "NOWHERE MEN". While they studied the corpse, a swarm of cockroaches poured out of a nearby dumpster. They moved with uncanny coordination, stopping in the alley next to the corpse. They stopped crawling and stood still once their bodies spelled out the words "GET OUT".
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