RocketLord

GM Midas was running, as best as he could. More like a very excited hobbling. He couldn't make out what the young heroes were yelling, but he knew htat it was nothing good for him. So, he ran, a golden goose making his way through the city, with people spreading to let him get away. After all, had he not just caused the giant explosion, and was he not wearing a battle suit, tacky as it might be? Hearing the whistling sound of something flying through the air at great speed, he turned around just in time to see the ever-changing Facsimile coming at him. Just enough of a second to realize what was going to happen. *CLANG* The collision was fast, and head on. Facsimile's collision was more than enough to send Dr. Midas to the ground, knocked out with a single, well placed hit.

Go for it. I think we can move beyond needing to actually roll now, as Midas really isn't much of a threat at this point, with his failing armor and everything.

Dog was perhaps not the right word, though there seemed to be something in the animal kingdom. As Oswald continued to look at the man, he was slowly starting to seem less human, and more like, well, a penguin. He was short. The black gloves on his hands seemed to be slowly fusing together into flippers. His nose was long, and his face was growing rather dark. Almost as if there were something that had covered him, but was slowly starting to fade away. By the time he turned with a loud "Hmph!" and walked away, Oswald could swear that he was waddling, rather than walking, and had lost at least a foot in height. Would he try to enter, or simply wait? The door was open, but the servant had not made his intentions clear, after all.

Oh, great. Someone deciding to escalate things. Robin looked over her shoulder in the direction of the sound, and looked at the 70'es fashion reject. Now, she was far from being into fashion at all. It just didn't matter much to her, but this was so far behind the curve that it wasn't even funny. And he wore sunglasses, at night. Even if his little speech didn't settle it, Robin could quickly peg him for the kind of guy that would cause trouble. His speech just made her certain of what kind of trouble Detective Kidd would be causing. "Well, its not like these guys are trespassing or anything like that, if anything, they're the ones with a legal reason to be here, unlike, well, everyone else." Robin countered, having turned to fully face Detective Kidd. Putting herself between a shotgun and 5 great big hammers. Great plan there, Langley. "I'm Justice. Guess my name's still not a big deal, I guess. I'm not here to take any sides, Detective Kidd. I'm just here to try keeping anyone from getting hurt. People got the right to build this place, and other people got the right to protest. No reason for anybody to get hurt over that, is there?" Maybe she should have put on the full suit immediately. Be less random girl with domino mask and more actually a super hero.

Creative! I'll allow it! Facs is up!

GM What had happened? The stage hand was panicking, just as much as Luther was himself. His awe at the great Zambo! what all but disappeared, and he rattled something in Danish, almost completely incomprehensible "Børnene! Børnene er væk! Der var noget som tog dem!" He paused, shaking his head. This was Zambo! Of course he didn't speak Danish. "There's about 20 children missing! They just disappeared when the lights went out, nobody saw where they went, nobody saw them being taken! They were just gone!" There were little joy for the Void to feast on here. It would starve. And yet, at the corner of Luther's eye, there were something. A small measaure of a joy. He just managed to see a small glowing figure disappear into one of the exits from the arena itself, in the direction of the exits to the great building.

Effects and whether it passed coming next IC post.

Succes. Effects will be shown in my next post after yours.

Can I get a notice check?

The man looked suitably unimpressed, simply looking up at Oswald with just about all the disinterest he could muster. "I see. That is a most interesting proposition. And what possible reason you could you give? Curiosity? Looking for a certain ingredient, that one of my master's pets might hold?" His voice was as deep as before. It was obvious that he was looking down on Oswald, having decided to barely acknowledge his presence in the first place. "Do be quick about it, so I can turn you away before it takes too long."

Can I get a Notice check?

One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks. At the third knock, the door opened, revealing a man dressed very much like a stereotypical butler. A penguin suit, so to speak. He was short, broad at the bottom, narrow at the top. His hair was dark, neatly brushed, falling flat against his head. His eyes were halfway open, halfway closed, almost like he was in a daze of sorts. He eyed Oswald for a moment, appraising him, trying to recognize this strange new man at the doorstep. "And what brings you here, kind sir?" he finally asked, his voice a deep baritone.

Rev made it! As Facsimile fell and tumbled through the sky, she caught him in her arms. Hurt and tired as she might be, her friend was saved. Now, they only had two problems that they had to solve: Getting down to the ground, and catching up with the good doctor who had finally taken the chance to try and flee, slowly running down the street. Apparently, they fighting had damaged whatever part of his armor that let him fly!

"I'm Justice. I know, I'm pretty new at the whole super hero thing, and I don't really know if you've heard of me, but please, just listen a moment, alright?" She had her back turned to Jack Jackson, and did her best to keep it like that. It was a good idea to at least try to keep him out of her hair as long as possible. Might actually get to talk a bit with these people, then. She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb, right at Jack Jackson and Blowfish. "You see those guys over there? The one that doesn't look like a puffer fish is Jack Jackson. He's a tv personality, usually specializing in super heroes, but I guess he got some interest in the center." She quickly looked over her shoulder, just to make sure Jack was still talking with Blowfish. "From what I've seen, he's not above twisting the narrative. If you guys come out with your hammers up like this, or do anything at all that can make you seem threatening? He's gonna make sure that you look like the bad guys here. And hammers or not, look at all these people. They'll rip you apart."

GM The audience was dead silent, as the show began. The flash hit Zombo! on the stage, as the music played. The beat was thundering, and the flashes of pictures being taken on various smartphones were quite clear, yet not enough to disturb. Everyone was enthralled, as the music boomed and Zombo! put on his great performance. And something else was watching. Something stranger. He was known around the world, and for good reason. There were scares, there were laughs. A few lucky kids got invited on the stage, taking part in card tricks, or trying to escape "zombified" dancers. All a part of the act, all a part of the scare and the fun. They all returned safely to their seats, to the safety of their family. And something else was watching. Something weirder. Finally, with thunderous applause, the show came to a stop. With a final, thundering beat, the entire hall went dark. The great Zombo! had put on a performance that would be remembered by the attendees for a long, long time. They had been frightened, they had been awed, they had seen sleight of hand, they had heard music, seen dances, seen magic and all the strange things that happened when Zombo! was around. And as the darkness remained and the thunderous applause echoed through the great hall, something else happened. Another reason that they would all remember the evening for time to come. For something else had been watching. Some older. Something stranger. Something weirder. Something that had taken what it wanted in the darkness. As the lights came on, the screams began. All over the arena, children were missing. Not all, far from it, but enough. With an audience of almost 16.000 souls, it was hard not to notice several missing kids. As riot threatened to break out in the arena, would the great Zombo! take action, or leave it to the security? The happiness that had filled the room mere moments before had turned to despair. And the Void would go hungry.

I'll let Facs get a chance to react/respond before my post.

Robin could hear everything that Jack Jackson was saying. Of course she could, he was making sure that everyone could hear what he was saying, after all. It probably came with all his experience. He was kind of a public speaker, he wanted everyone to notice him. It was how he made money, how he stayed relevant. But the guy that he wanted to talk to... No way, that was Blowfish! Did that guy have an interest in this too? He was supposed to be a mobster or something like that. Bad news. Maybe it was time for someone to bring some justice to this place, Jack Jackson being present or not... and then things started escalating. Construction workers started swinging their sledgehammers around, and they really didn't seem to like all the protesters, Jack Jackson or the Blowfish. Just a matter of time before someone got hurt, probably. It probably wasn't smart, not with Jack Jackson around, but... someone needed to bring some justice to this scene. And she had to do what was right. It wasn't like anything else should matter, right? Still... Robin sighed as she reached into her jacket and pulled out her domino mask. She did not look forward to what Jack Jackson would have to say. Mask on, dark blue jacket open, revealing a red shirt with a golden star on it. Her jeans and boots would be fine, pretty standard. And so, Justice stepped forward from her hiding place, heading towards the construction workers. "Hey guys, no reason to swing those around. It'll be a ton of trouble for everyone if you hit someone by accident."

Knowledge [Streetwise], cus of Eidetic Memory: 1d20+5 = 16

Using skill mastery to take 10, so Notice 20.

No roll needed, should be possible with Rev's abilities.

Well, that was just disgusting. They tried to summon a succubus. Even on Neverworld, there were those that tried to speak with demons, and it appeared that they had the same names as here. Pan's face clearly showed his disgust, the previously friendly smile shifting into a frown. It was bad enough to seek the counsel of demons, but the reasons! The reasons just made it even worse! What kind of horny fool would risk just not his own life, but the life of his friends!? Pan was actively fuming, about to rip into Sam, when the young would-be succubus lover screamed. It was an inhuman scream, a nightmarish scream. And then it was not Sam anymore, was it? It looked like him, but it was just something that wore him, like one would wear a shirt a few sizes too small. The lights flickered. Pan's friends was in danger, but Sam had made it quite clear that they needed the book that the Sam-thing now grasped in its clawed fingers! There were but one choice, if he were to keep the book safe! Pixie Dust gathered around the creature that was once a horny would-be demon lover, preparing to turn solid and catch it in glowing bands, if he could catch it unaware. Sadly, the Sam-thing was quicker than he had hoped. Noticing Pan's attempt at capture, it jumped straight up to the ceiling. If Pan had to compare, it looked almost like a frightened cat. If they got Sam out of this, Pan would have a few choice words for him.

Let's go with some Binding Bands. Attack Roll: 1d20+10 = 21 DC 20 Reflex save to avoid being Tangled or Bound, if it hits. (I know the profile says Toughness, but that's an error I'll get fixed on my next update)

OOC for this. Information on Royal Arena, for anyone interested.

GM December 7th 2018 7 PM Royal Arena, Copenhagen The Danish winter was, as it almost always was, cold, windy and wet. Still, it was December! Christmas lights were hung all over Denmark, celebrations had started. Gifts were being bought, Santa was visiting stores. Advent calenders were being opened, and Christmas trees bought. And Christmas dinners and parties were as popular as ever. Almost every business, office or shop held one. Those had not prepared far in advance were left with little luck. Almost everyone went to one such party. And yet, on this day, December 7th, a Friday, which would usually be one of the busiest days for Christmas dinners, they were left empty. For on this day, the Royal Arena was absolutely packed. Every single seat in the arena was filled, with children and adults of all ages. For Zombo! had come to town, to put on his frightfully spectacular Christmas show! One night only, this night only! 16.000 seats filled, all excited, all waiting for Zombo! to begin! And something else was watching. Something older.

GM The message that he received came from a blocked number, about four hours after Oswald had returned home. Whoever had sent the message, whether it was the man with the dancing knives or someone else, obviously did not want Oswald to have a way to contact them. It had not the most expedient message, but it would have to do. The message was an address in Bridgepoint, not too far from Archetech West. A quick search on a map would show that the address didn't hold any houses, and in fact, the area held a number of similar technological giants. Nothing that would suggest a mysterious menagerie of monsters. Still, it was all that Oswald had to go on. If Oswald made his way to the address, he would indeed find what appeared to be a grand building. The local office of some international tech giant, whose identity did not matter to Oswald's search. It was modern, built recently. Far later than the rumors about the menagerie had first begun. There was something that was interesting, however. On the side of the building, far away from the main entrance, was a door. With the same number as the address in the text message, the number 13, placed in a great cursive. The door seemed to be made out of oak. It was decorated with golden lilies. The handle seemed to be pure silver.