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If possible, Finnigan looked even worse than before. Maybe it was just because Robin had just seen him in his disguises. But he was right, it really wasn't smart that he had told her a weakness like that. She had to make sure not to make the same mistake herself some day. The only problem right now was if he had more cards up his sleeve. It wouldn't really surprise her, though who knew at this point? "Yes, yes. Nothing is your fault, you are completely innocent in this and haven't lied and threatened since the moment I first saw you. I might've listened to you at first, but just shut up now." Gun aimed at him. Don't let up. He'd probably try something the moment she lowered her guard. "Get moving, we're getting to the nearest precinct, and I'd really rather not have you complaining the whole way there."

"Wacked?" Dr. Midas was stunned. The sheer absurdity of someone wanting to hit him with his own platform was just crazy talk to him. And then the platform hit him, sending him crashing into the ground under it, before he let loose a small groan of pain. Meanwhile, the second armored thug had picked up his brother, just as Dr. Midas was brought down. They stood in about 3 feet away from Rev, in front of her, with Dr. Midas on the sidewalk about 15 feet behind them, now buried under his platform. The thug looked over his shoulder at Dr. Midas, then back at Rev. "We did not sign up for fighting crazy kid heroes. Come with me, brother." Then he started running, moving in to the left from Rev's position.

Current status: Armor Thug 1: Unconscious Armor Thug 2: 24 - Bruised Rev: 15. HP 3 - Bruised, Staggered. Facs: 11 HP 1 - Unharmed Dr. Midas: 8 - Bruised And Armor Thug 2 has decided that retreating is a good option, and is turning tail. Rev is up!

Really? That was his play now? To play to her vanity and reputation? Alright, he had a point there. Robin did want to become a famous hero. She wanted to be known, maybe even join the Freedom League or another team some day. How would all of that look if one of her first outings as a hero had something like this happen? It was just a moment, but she made her decision. It couldn't matter. Being loved would make things easier, sure. But if it meant letting someone like him go? No, doing the right thing was more important. Besides... she remembered how his powers worked. "Cute. Really. But there's a little thing called daylight that'll mess that up." She could probably whip something up to take care of that real quick, if need be.

I'll rule that Dr. Midas is flatfooted, since A) He shocked at not hitting, B) It was so close to hitting and C) I really want to see him hit with his own platform. DC25 from Facs, +2 DC from the platform. Dr. Midas Toughness Save: 1d20+12 = 23 4 less, so that's a bruise for the good doctor.

Right. Bringing those two along would be a pain, but he couldn't just leave them be. Cassidy frowned, as he looked over them. They had to get them back, and he had to make sure they ended up back in the right place. Would the Mesa do as he asked? "It is complicated. Sure, you can try and influence the Mesa, have it take you where you want, but it also got a will of its own. I can do it, sometimes. If the Mesa wants to play nice, at least. But there's no telling if we could find our way back here again." He paused for a moment. There was something he hadn't considered. "Abdul here was able to find his way before. Do you think you can do that again?" He looked over at Sting. "And if he helps you out of here and back home, can you then keep from stabbing him anymore, maybe get him some help?" He looked over at the snakemen. They seemed eager to get to stabbing. "You think you two can do that? Actually try not to kill each other? Because if not, then I will find you, and leave you both in the deepest, darkest pits of the Mesa."

"Hey! Put that down you brat! I told you it is sensitive scientific equipment!" Dr. Midas was screaming now, as he flew towards Facsimile. He might claim to be a doctor, but the hero in shining armor was obviously pressing just the right buttons. Of course, Dr. Midas was not without his own weapons. He raised a gauntlet, took aim and... the laser blast cut a long line in the pavement some ten feet away from Facsimile. The golden doctor stopped in mid-flight. "I... I meant to do that! Wait and see! All part of my master plan!"

Dr. Midas moves closer to Facs and shoots at him with a laser. 1d20+12 = 15, and that would be a miss. Feel free to make an attack roll and a post with what you do. I'll post the thug after.

Attack roll with Justice Buster: 1d20+9 = 28

"Cut it out, Finnigan. I saw through you long ago." It made sense. He could hide his true appearance, making himself seem like something else. Why shouldn't he be able to cast illusions to hide himself. And he had ticked off all the right boxes. Or rather, reacted just the way she knew the Gas Man wouldn't. She still didn't want to fight if it could be avoided, but Finnigan wasn't giving her many options here. He could make illusions, he could spread disease and sickness. He sounded like he was pretty much immortal. What else could he do? Did he have some supernatural ability that had influenced all these kids, beyond his charisma? He was a liar, so she couldn't trust a single word he said. "This is your last chance. You've seen what my Justice Buster can do. Given what you've said, it sounds like you're pretty much immortal, so you can probably take a few shots, at least. So, stand down or I will take you down."

Well, that just about did it. Robin couldn't help but smile. It was a good thing she was wearing a mask. After all, the Gas Man had hurt his ribs in the cave-in. Not his foot. "Really? You want to go after a child-killer like that on your own? He was gonna poison the kids here with some kind of sickness. Planning to make them into carriers for some kind of super plague. Really not a nice fella." She wasn't really being subtle anymore, as she raised her gun, keeping it on the Gas Man. If he started moving towards the ladder despite her words, she would take a warning shot near the ladder, to stop him in his tracks.

"Same." Robin pointed at her own goggles, just to let him know she had thought of the same thing. She eyed the Gas Man with suspicion again. Was he telling the truth? But, he hadn't seemed like the nervous sort last time. More like, he had seemed that he had all the answers, that he had done this for a long, long time. So, maybe a test? "He's not down there. I already told you, I had him in my sights, got him up, then he disappeared the moment you got here." Without moving, Robin made a little shrug. What he was? Maybe a little test. "He says he's cursed or something like that." She watched the Gas Man intensely. He was too desperate. Not at all how the Gas Man had acted before. "How's your foot? It looked pretty bad when we split after the cave-in."

"After you had dropped a gas bomb on me." Dammit, he was gone. Not in sight at all. But, wait. The Gas Man said he had him. How? She had just been speaking to Finnigan. She had just seen him. How could the Gas Man have had him, if that was the case? "What do you mean that you had him? I've had my gun pointed at Finnigan for the last five minutes, at least, down there." Robin motioned to the hole with her gun, while she looked around, still trying to find Finnigan, while doing her best to keep an eye on the Gas Man at the same time, and not getting closer to him. "Then we went up, and he suddenly moved much faster than ever before, coming up here seconds before me. He couldn't have slipped away that fast." Robin paused for a moment, he eyes fixking on the Gas Man. How exactly did you have him?" She was starting to get suspicious. Either the Gas Man was lying, or Finnigan had even more tricks up his sleeve.

Robin was fast, she knew that. Just not fast enough, it seemed. Finnigan was just gone. Nothing to see, not even his shadow. Had he jumped back into some of the shadows? Could he even do that, or had he just taken her through some weird tunnel with no light earlier? Should she have taken her shot, when she had the chance? The man that had appeared right next to the hole she emerged from would probably have said so. The Gas Man. "Great. You're here." Pulling herself up fully, she reached for the Justice Buster, and put some distance between herself and the Gas Man. At least they had split on non-hostile terms, even if she wouldn't call it friendly. And she still had the gas mask in the backpack, if necessary. "He was right in front of me. Didn't you see him come up? There's no way he could get past without you seeing him?" She had heard him shuffling in the dark before. Maybe she could again. She'd deal with the Gas Man and what she had told him about Finnigan after. They had to find Finnigan first.

Notice: 1d20+8 = 18

Aw, crap. Of course he did just that. Robin knew she should have seen it coming, but she had been too caught up in actually succeeding. It took less than a second to holster the Justice Buster at her side, but even then, as he moved up he got a headstart. Not good. Robin climbed as quickly as she could, finally reaching the top, and climbing up. Another second wasted trying to spot him, but at least he was slow.

And he just kept going. Master and slave? Really? That was so not what was going on. Was he still trying to manipulate her, and actually make her feel guilty about bringing in a bad guy? Really? "Yeah, its night. You don't have to worry about that." At least let him keep his dignity, maybe that could help with keeping him in line. She really hoped so, at least. The big question was just what he was going to do once they got up, and if the kids got in the way. "And we'll see what happens, but whatever the case, you brought it on yourself. You might just have wanted a cure at some point, but I'm pretty sure you're well beyond that, right?" Robin stood her ground, waiting with the gun pointed at him. It would be a bit difficult to crawl up with the Justice Buster in one hand, but she would manage, once he got far enough up to give her space.

"Better than yours!" Finally, it sounded like he might be willing to just come along. Not that she trusted him. "I keep my word. So far, you haven't really done that." She started trying to circle around him, so that he would between her and the stairs. "You got your curse and the powers it seems to give you, I got this." She motioned to her gun with her head. "There's nothing unfair about me leveling the playing field." She wasn't about to trust him now. Probably not ever again. The moment he didn't get his way, he started showing his true colors, after all. And Emerald City wasn't supposed to have super villains. Robin kind of wondered if there were more like him hiding around, but that was for later. She had to stay focused. Robin motioned with the Justice Buster towards the steps. "Go up. We're walking out of here."

Wait. Robin paused entirely. Letting go of the Justice Buster with one hand, she looked at the palm of her hand for a moment, before turning to look back at Finnigan again. The way he had been feeling like crap all weekend, while he was talking about peace, and trying to win her over... and he had held her hand, leading her trough the darkness, and shaken her hand when she left. Robin had dealt with it. She had gotten better. But if it was an epidemic, if it had spread? What if it hit someone that wasn't able to get through it as easily as she had? The whole weekend had been bad enough because of it. Ms. Doors hadn't sounded like she had been feeling well either. She had given him the benefit of doubt, and what had Finnigan done? He had infected her with whatever he was carrying. If she hadn't already been convinced, she was completely sure now. Finnigan was a villain, and he had taken the first shot, as far as she was concerned. Grabbing the Justice Buster with both hands again, she raised it, her voice sounded more confident than Finnigan had ever heard. "Drunk tank for you, until A.E.G.I.S. or someone shows up to deal with you." The cops would deal with him. This might not be Freedom City, but hopefully, they would trust what she said. "You're threatening to spread a plague. If I catch you, its all on me? Same thing if I let you go! This is your last chance. Come along quietly, or I will take you down." No more. She was not going to be manipulated by this madman anymore. She should have taken him down first chance she had. He had claimed to love kids, maybe that could work. "Think about it for one second. If you spread a plague, then the kids here and in the rest of Emerald City will be the first to suffer! Is that what you want? To hurt children?"

I'm looking to run a horror thread set in Bedlam for 1 to 3 characters. It will probably be primarily investigation based, but there is potential for some relatively simple combat encounters, depending on what happens. No PL requirements. Characters doesn't have to be supernatural to fit in or deal with the issue, but it might help to have some investigative abilities. And if you'd like, it would be nice to have a mention of where in Bedlam your characters could be around the middle of December.

"Alright, I'm not full of that many surprises." Torture chambers? Mutant two headed sharks and acid? The only thing that he didn't mention was lasers of some kind. She did need to get some headquarters, but that would mean actually getting funding from somewhere. This really wasn't the time to think about something like that, but she would have to get back to it at another time. So, she stood her ground, Justice Buster still aimed at Finnigan. "Police was the plan. They can figure out where to get you, so you can get some help. Can't say about myself, others are gonna have to decide that about me. The name's as much a promise as a question. I will find justice. And whatever kind it is, you are in serious need of some." So, what should she do? He just kept talking, didn't come along at all. Take the first shot, starting a whole mess? Could she really do that?

If Pan had noticed Nicole's embarrassed sigh, he didn't let it show in any way, as he moved quickly through the store on his quest. He was still amazed at the bounties on sale everywhere in this world. Every so often, he would return to Nicole, dropping whatever he had found on his way in her basket, before returning. Leaving the store, he held the bags. Even if Nicole had protested, he had insisted. He was the guest, he would do his part. He had enjoyed the evening with Nicole and the De Leon family. He was quite sure that he liked this Thanksgiving, after all. It had been a nice evening, sharing the past with Nicole as they walked. She insisted that she was fine, and he believed her to be so, so he would not pity her, but yet, he was in awe. After all her hardships, she had stood up, both figuratively and literally. Of course he was ready. Another adventure, another walk with a friend. What more could he ask for?

I'm up with Forever Boy, if you'll have him. None of the knowledges you mentioned, but he can always try with jack-of-trades to see if its some random things he's picked up.

Finnigan didn't even look back at her. He was that confident that he could just disappear into the darkness, like he had probably done so many times before. Robin couldn't keep herself from grinning as she hurried after him. Everything in here smelled, so badly. She was tempted to pull out the gas mask, but she needed it in case the Gas Man showed up, and no reason to tip her hand just yet. So, Finnigan led, and she followed. Down they went, and then he finally noticed her. Robin grinned, raising the Justice Buster with both hands, her feet stanced slightly apart, one in front of the other. "I'm just full of surprises, right?" She tried to at least keep some distance. She still didn't know what exactly he could do, after all. "I can't let you go. You might've started out with good intentions, but that little rant before convinced me that's not all that's driving you now. So, please, come along peacefully." Robin didn't want to take the first shot here. Maybe, if he figured out he couldn't just run, he would come along.

OOC for this