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Dr. Midas reflex save: 1d20+8 = 17 So, opposed trip save 1d20+3 = 23 Dr. Midas remains standing! But his platform goes down, falling right towards the people on the street! Let me know how you deal with it!

Finnigan was even creepier than last time. He was clearly feeling much better. Maybe he had been affected by the Gas Man's gas bombs after all, even if he hadn't seemed like it. He was quite a bit more insulting this time, too. He tried to be, at least, but Robin actually liked the wild west comparision, even if it was clearly meant to be derisive. She still put on a smile. He was wronging rights, yeah. He admitted it before she had even asked the question. She palmed her phone in her hand, inside a pocket in her hoodie. She had the program ready to run, if Finnigan was going to cause trouble. "Sure, been dispensing all the justice." No reason to tell him about the flu. "And yeah, that's the word. You haven't exactly kept your word, have you?" This was probably were the fight was going to start, if it was a tv show. Maybe try and talk first? "So, now what? You've pretty clearly shown that I can't trust you. Even if you and the kids don't feel like stopping, you're still hurting people." There had to be another way, but it wasn't like she could force others to change. And if she couldn't, well... she had to stop them.

Pan might have little technical knowledge about either technology or magic, but he still listened, to the degree that he could understand. He could understand the story of it all, at least, even if not the technical specifics. And the story was interesting. Bellios sounded almost alive, the way that Nicole described the armor. It was interesting how magic and technology did not mix in this world. He had not even thought about it that way. On Neverworld, the mix was as natural as anything. It was more rare to see magic and technology that was not interwined in some way. Curious, but not the subject for now. "Your armor, Bellios. Is it alive, in some way? They way you are talking about it, it doesn't sound quite like just an armor, at least." The gesture to her legs, and the explanation for actually being able to move. Not being able to move freely, not to have the freedom, that would probably be one of the worst experiences he could imagine. And it brought another realization. "I'm sorry if I step over the line, and I apologize if I do, but your work on Bellios, and using it as you do, is it in part to help you move?" He was not quite sure about how sensitive Nicole were about the subject, and he did not wish to offend.

The remaining thug got to his feet, glaring back and forth between the other two. He didn't respond to Facsimile's taunt, instead simply weighing his options. Two against one didn't seem good, and his brother was not about to get up any time soon. The only thing he could really hope for was his boss showing up. And as luck would have it for him, the boss did finally reach them. "What is taking you so long? It is just a pair of kids!" A somewhat shrill, heavily modulated voice called out from above, the flying platform having finally reached them. It had not exactly moved fast to get there. The armored man standing atop the flying platform was perhaps even more shiny than the two thugs. His armor, while somewhat similar in appearance, seemed more advanced, and it had several gem stones imbedded, shining in all the colors of the rainbow in the waning sunlight. Even heavily modulated, the contempt was clear in his voice.

Alright, current standings. Adding a bruised to Armor Thug 2 from hitting the car. Armor Thug 2 uses a move action to get up, but he's too far away away to make an attack against either, so he keeps he gets ready to charge instead. Armor Thug 1: Unconscious Armor Thug 2: 24 - Bruised Rev: 15. HP 2 - Bruised, Staggered. Facs: 11 HP 0 - Unharmed And behold! Dr. Midas! Joining in at initiative 1d20+3 = 8

Well, so much for being sneaky. She had barely spotted Finnigan before he noticed her too. It was kind of weird how he was counting money like that. Sure, kept the mind sharp and all that, and if they were stealing, and he wanted a cut from all of the thieves... Well, made sense. Still seemed well beyond creepy, though. "Evenin', Finnigan." She put on a friendly tone. Maybe they could still talk things out. "Just had to make my way to you. Didn't want to slip on anything." They couldn't all see that well in the dark, after all. She approached, while keeping her distance. No Gas Man to distract him or drop random gas grenades now, so maybe they could just have a small talk. Figure things out. No shooting or fighting. He looked different, though. More alive, less like a zombie. Just slender, instead of like he was dying. Did the light have something to do with it? Or just if he exhausted himself? It would be nice to figure out. "How have you been?" Start out nice, ask the harder questions later. That'd be good, yeah. Robin really hoped so, at least.

Right. Setho the mad sorcerer. And Abdul had willingly followed him? That probably told Cassidy the last few pieces he had liked to find out about Abdul. Not knowing their exact stance on Setho was troublesome. They could hate the bastard, or they could be his freaking cheerleaders. At least they recognized the leaf and knew exactly who Setho was, from the sound of it. The only thing they could understand. He glanced over at Venomax. "Get ready. This will probably either make them our best friends ever, or make them want to kill us." He turned his attention back on the snakemen atop the dinosaurs. A phrase he had never thought he would come to consider. Cassidy shifted the leaf, from holding it between two fingers to the palm of his hand, clearly showing it to the snakemen. This was it, then. Friends or enemies. He closed his fist, utterly crushing the dried leaf in it.

Stealth roll: 1d20+2 = 19

Robin really couldn't supress her frown. She tried, but no luck. These two were a lost cause, it seemed. Nothing would get them out of this short of a better opportunity. Actually... that might be an idea there, for the future. Something to think about, at least. "Alright, suit yourself. Just don't do anything that'll make me come down on you. Or someone worse." She let the implication of the last part hang a bit. The Gas Man, sure, but if they kept this up to the same degree as before, he would probably be the least of their worries. Instead, she continued into the building, down into the basement. It was much more sparsely lit, but for now, Robin kept from using the night goggles. She might have better use for them later, if Finnigan kept to the shadows still. So, down into the basement she went, still moving carefully. The two thieves above might have alerted the rest, but she would deal with that when the time come. For now, down she went, into Finnigan's homefield.

Pan light up in a smile at Nicole's suggestions. Sure, some of them had been tried before, with little effect. It was hard to pintpoint Neverworld, apparently. Still, it was nice to have a friend offer suggestions. Who knew, trying with someone else might yield different results? "Neverworld is amazing." Pan flatly stated. "I think so, at least. Hopefully, I will be able to show it to you and my other friends here on Earth some day. I'm happy for your suggestions, and we can perhaps try some once we get back to Claremont. Even if I have already tried, maybe we just didn't try with the right person." He had been tossed to and from in his life, but he Pan was still not one to give into despair. He was confident that he would find his way home some day, after all. His lit up in a grin again, he couldn't help but tease. "Still, there's no cell phones. I believe I know at least a few back at Claremont that would have trouble with that concept." He was happy to have friends willing to help him here, even if he did miss the Lost Heroes and his other friends back home. He smiled faintly at the awkward pat. "Thank you. I appreciate it, honestly." The melancholy and old tone was back, just for a second, only to be replaced with a wide grin. "I could tell hundreds of tales of Neverworld and my adventures, but honestly, enough about me! Come, tell me more about your adventures! And your marvelous armor! It is some kind of magical technology, is it not? A fusion of science and the mystical?"

How long had his adventure gone on? He only had a simple explanation to her query of whether he was immortal, one that he delivered with a smile. "I don't know. I have been sixteen for a long time. I am, after all, the Forever Boy." He bowed with a quick flourish. The image of the Hooked Man made a bow much like it at the same time, only with more exaggeration, before both stood up straight again. Pan had not chosen the name himself, but it had stuck. Forever a boy, forever on an adventure. What else could he do but try to live his life to the fullest? He did not quite agree with Nicole's mention that not growing up being a thing that sucked, but he decided not to comment. The code for immortals were an interesting concept, however. Maybe he should try to find this Neanderthal, whatever that was. An interesting thought, at the very least. "I will give it some thought. Maybe I will try to reach out to them." He grimaced at the mention of Barrie. It was kind of strange, how they shared a name like that. Still, Pan found himself agreeing. "Oh, I've read the book. Watched all the movies I could find. Barrie was incredibly close with great many things." He paused, briefly, his tone turning more serious. "I'd still like to know just how he did that." As for the Native Americans, his tone turned lighter once more. "Not Native Americans, no. There's plenty of different native tribes living on the different islands all over Neverworld. Some with magical wisdom. Some with technological wisdom. Some with technomagical wisdom, even." He winked at Nicole at the last part, before deciding to continue his story. The image of the Hooked Man changed, instead showing two flying ships, what appeared to be cannonballs flying between them. Closer inspection would reveal that they were not simply balls of steel, but small technological wonders. Explosives, conceal technomagical robots, and even stranger. "The Hooked Man and part of his armada ambushed us. We were outnumbered, with nowhere to run, but we were heroes and legends, so of course we fought. What else could we do?" The image shifted closer to the ship, showing Pan and a group of others fighting pirates. "And of course, we were losing." Only Pan still stood, glowing sword in hand. The Hooked Man before him, blade in right hand raised. The image of Pan on the ship swung his sword, cutting off the Hooked Man's right hand at the wrist, the hand and sword falling from across the ship. "And then I took the Hooked Man's hand. He did not like that. I was sure my adventure would end there, but then..." The pirates are shown hitting and kicking Pan, as he lies helpless on the deck. From below the ship, a massive creature, easily standing at more than 300 feet tall, if the scale of the ship were to believed. A deep, rumbling sound, like the rhytmic beating of a drum, could be heard from the creature. "The crocodile found us." The awe and wonder were clear in Pan's voice. To call the creature a crocodile would be generous. It was a giant lizard, with a gaping, elongated maw, but it stood on two legs, with clawed hands in front. It was sort of blurred. Pan had not gotten a close look. And then, the image disappeared. "The next thing I know I woke up in Freedom City. I'm sure that the Lost Heroes escaped somehow. The Crocodile was supposed to defeat the Hooked Man, after all. But I would still like to know instead of believe." He lifted the cup to take some coffee. He needed something warm right now, he thought.

Pan thought about it, his face brightening in a smile once more. "I think I get it. This world is what it is. You can find wonders if you seek them, if you are able and willing." He paused again, lying down in his bed with his grin remaining on his face. At the very least, his time on Earth seemed to hold a promise of excitement and new experiences. Maybe not like back home, but new experiences and adventures all the same. "I do believe I will like it here, my friend."

More snakemen, shouting things that nobody alive could understand. Cassidy only caught the single word that they repeated. Setho. Of course. Likely, they were on the Snake's side. His guards, or something like that. While two of the riders were caught in Venomax's cloud, their leader had emerged unaffected. Cassidy knew that he should probably just go forward. Know the dinosaur out as quick as he could, then deal with the rider, but there was something about his tone that just seemed ever so slight off. Anger and confusion, that much was given. But the fear? What did he fear here? The four humans, something that shouldn't even exist yet? Or Setho? It was a gamle, but maybe there was a way to get out of this without fighting. Reaching into his pocket, Cassidy pulled out one of the leaves, holding it up so that the snakeman atop the dinosaur could see it. What he did next would depend on the reaction.

Didn't like sunshine. Robin supressed a groan. She should've guessed. And she should've made some UV-light canon or something like that. They do stuff like that all the times on television and in the comics, and if he's some kind of vampire-zombie guy, then Finnigan would have to be affected by that. Really, she should have thought of it. Again, it stung a bit that they just called her "the hero", but hey, at least they recognized her for what she was. "Sorry, couldn't resist. And I already told you last time: Call me Justice." She stayed a bit away. Again, there was no reason to activate the full suit before necessary, and she didn't want them to try something again. They had proven to be combative. "Any ideas why Finnigan is paranoid like that? I want to understand what's going on here, I really do. It doesn't seem like a healthy relationship. A guy like that, commanding a bunch of kids like you. I get that you don't want to get into the system or something like that, but all of this, its just gonna lead to trouble. Just look at the Gas Man. He'd be fine with breaking all your bones. What if they call someone worse in on you? Its not exactly stealing to get food and survive that you're doing here."

Pan mused a bit about the question. Did he ever get tired of adventure, discovering new things? Just for a second, then he shook his head. "No, not really. Life is all one big adventure, and I intend to live it to the fullest. It has served me well for a very long time." For a brief moment, his voice sounded much older, then it was gone, as he made a happy little jump. He followed her into the park. It was a nice shortcut. He could hear some animals in the bushes and trees, moving about their business, doing their best to keep an eye on Pan and Nicole, to make sure they were safe to be around. Kind of like the critters back home. That was probably a constant between the worlds. This "Emerald City" did indeed sound different than Freedom. It had a more subdued, less fantastic feel to it. It was kind of strange to know how much were hiding under the surface. He could only grin and nod at Nicole's view on the Toon Gang. It really was. The toons had been a chore to stop, nothing working right, and them defying physical laws to an even greater degree than Pan could. She wanted the tale, and he could tell her. No, he could do better! He could show Nicole what had happened! With a grin, he held out his hands. A small ship appeared, flying through the air. It was majestic. Two large masts with great sails. For a brief moment, Nicole could hear and feel the wind. "I was travelling with the Lost Heroes at the time. They were still on their never ending quest to find the Crocodile, so that they could defeat the Hooked Man." He was aware that she didn't know anything about them. "They were the greatest heroes of Neverworld. The Crocodile the greatest mystery, and our only hope of finally defeating the Hooked Man." The image changed, showing instead the Hooked Man in all his glory. He was tall, with long, dark hair. His dark goatee was finely trimmed. He was wearing a dark red coat over black clothes, a sword in his right hand, his left empty. He looked like a pirate, straight out of a picture book. Except for his eyes. The look in his eyes was intense, full of inhuman hatred. "I don't know the details, but he was once just a sailor in the Victori armada. Then something visisted him, something hooked him, and he became an unstoppable beast, leading a nations worth of Sky Pirates to plunder and pillage. So of course, someone had to stop him." He paused briefly. "With me so far?" This was probably the first time he had gone into this much detail in a long while.

An aging martial arts master that worked some crap job. He'd been chosen to go and join this big martial arts thing Iron Fist style, but turns out that he sucked at it. Still, sucking at it still makes him a pretty effective fighter compared to regular people. PL8-9? The style/teachings are all about the duality Destruction and Creation: A true master can do both: A strike that shatters, another that creates. Shatterhand only ever mastered the Destruction aspect. He is great at breaking things, but he can't create them. Eventually thrown out of place where he was trained for starting fights and not progressing. Returned to Bedlam, tried to be a hero for a short while, before giving up. Has run a boxing gym since then, until something spurs him into action. Late 50'es/early 60'es, has grown since then, but incident that spurs him into action once again makes him the brawler that he used to be. And still, he can't create. Maybe give him a sidekick? Someone that hopes he'll be his master? Old Shatterhand Power Level: 12 Effective Power Level: 8 Power Points: 180/180PP Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: (Melee) ATK+2/DC-2, DEF+2/TOU-2 In Brief: X Catchphrase: X Theme: X Alternate Identity: X Birthplace: X Residence: X Base of Operations: X Occupation: X Affiliations: X Family: X DESCRIPTION Age: X Apparant age: X Gender: X Ethnicity: X Height: X’X’’ Weight: X lbs. Eyes: X Hair: X Physical description HISTORY X PERSONALITY & MOTIVATION X POWERS & TACTICS X POWER DESCRIPTIONS X COMPLICATIONS Complication: X. ABILITIES X + X + X + X + X + X = XPP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 10 (+0) COMBAT X + X = XPP Initiative: +X (+X Dex,) Attack: +X Base, +X Melee, +X Ranged, see Power attack bonuses in DC Block Defense: +X (+X Base, +X Dodge Focus), +X Flat-Footed Grapple: +X (+X Base Attack, +X Other) Knockback: -X (TOU/2) SAVING THROWS X + X + X = XPP Toughness: +X (+X Con, +X Other) Fortitude: +X (+X Con, +X) Reflex: +X (+X Dex, +X) Will: +X (+X Wis, +X) SKILLS XR = X/4PP Skill X (+X) FEATS 24PP + Attack Focus + Dodge Focus + Luck Accurate Attack All-Out Attack Assessment Attack Focus [Melee] X Blind-Fight Challenge [Fast Startle] Defensive Attack Distract 1 [Intimidate] Dodge Focus X Evasion 2 Improved Initiative 1 Improved Throw Instant Up Jack-of-All-Trades Luck 2-3 Move-by Action Power Attack Prone Fighting Redirect Startle Takedown Attack 2 Track Ultimate Effort [Toughness Save] Uncanny Dodge [Auditory] Well-Informed POWERS X + X + X = X Martial Arts Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Damage X (Extras: Autofire 1; Flaws: X; Feats: Improved Critical 2, Mighty; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Swift Strikes, X) AP: Drain Toughness X (Extras: Affects Objects; Flaws: X; Feats: Improved Critical 2; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Stun X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) "Blinding Strike": Damage (Extras: Linked; Feats: Mighty) + Dazzle (Sense Types: Visual; Extras: Linked; Flaws: Range [Touch]) Damage (Extras: Linked; Feats: Mighty) + Paralyze (Extras: Linked; Flaws: Limited [Slow]) Damage (Extras: Affects Insub) w. Incurable Trip? Martial Artist Container X (XPP Container) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, Training) Leaping X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Speed X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Super-Movement X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Run Up Walls, X) Wall-Crawling, Water-Walk: Limited to one direction, limited while moving. Slow Fall Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) DRAWBACKS -0PP Effect (Description) [-0PP] DC BLOCK Name Range Save Effect Attack bonus Unarmed Touch DC15 Tou (staged) Damage Totals: Abilities (0) + Combat (0) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (0) + Feats (0) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180 Power Points

Powered by alien artifact staff: Magic or tech or magitech? Transforms into heroic form by grabbing staff and saying codeword: Something kind of normal in English, mean something entirely different in alien language? Can function as hero both in space or on Earth. Family knows about heroic identity, supports him. Adorable little sister? Legacy character - Someone else used the staff before him, but might not use the same name. Some tragedy or something meant that he's grown into an unreliable person, someone others just don't like for how he acts - Getting the Phoenix Staff reveals some truths to him and he starts becoming a better person? "See who I am, not who I was"? - Maybe a parent was the previous Phoenix Staff user and was killed, growing up with just one parent had a negative effect on him "Why did they leave me?" Powers are Fire related, as in the mythological symbolism of Fire as a symbol for progress (ie. Prometheus handing Fire to Man in Greek creation myths) Novafire Nova Phoenix Wildfire Dawnfire Dragonstar Stardragon Warpdragon Warpfire Burning Phoenix Cosmic Hero Power Level: X Effective Power Level: X Power Points: X/180PP Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: X In Brief: X Catchphrase: X Theme: Next in Line - Divide Music Alternate Identity: Birthplace: X Residence: X Base of Operations: X Occupation: X Affiliations: X Family: X DESCRIPTION Age: X Apparant age: X Gender: X Ethnicity: X Height: X’X’’ Weight: X lbs. Eyes: X Hair: Black, white when powers are active Physical description HISTORY X Lived with father and later stepmother and younger half-sister most of his life. Not sure why his mom wasn't in the picture, dad rarely mentioned her. Stepmother was nice, but Alex grew up sullen and angry. Got into trouble, got a criminal record, goes to prison for a short while in early 20'es. Gets out of jail, returns home. Half-sister is about 10 at this point. Rummages through attic at some point, finds Phoenix Staff. It activates, putting him in costume. He drops it in shock, costume disappears. Practices a bit with the staff over the next few weeks. Mom's old enemy has noticed it, attacks and Alex is forced to fight old enemy. Dad, stepmom and sister learns his identity. Victory, Alex tries to be better than he was before, to learn about what his mom used to do and become a hero. Divides time between cosmic and earth based stuff. PERSONALITY & MOTIVATION X POWERS & TACTICS X POWER DESCRIPTIONS X COMPLICATIONS Complication: X. ABILITIES X + X + X + X + X + X = XPP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 10 (+0) COMBAT X + X = XPP Initiative: +X (+X Dex,) Attack: +X Base, +X Melee, +X Ranged, see Power attack bonuses in DC Block Defense: +X (+X Base, +X Dodge Focus), +X Flat-Footed Grapple: +X (+X Base Attack, +X Other) Knockback: -X (TOU/2) SAVING THROWS X + X + X = XPP Toughness: +X (+X Con, +X Other) Fortitude: +X (+X Con, +X) Reflex: +X (+X Dex, +X) Will: +X (+X Wis, +X) SKILLS XR = X/4PP Skill X (+X) FEATS XPP X POWERS X + X + X = X Device X (XPP Container; Flaws: Hard-To-Lose; Feats: Restricted 2 [Only you can use]) [62PP] (Descriptors: Phoenix Staff, Cosmic) Fire Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Blast X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, Fire) AP: Drain Toughness X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Dehydrate, Heat) AP: Environmental Control 1 (Mix-and-match environment; Distraction 3, Heat 2, Light 2) [7PP] (Descriptors: Name, Flames, Intense Heat, Blinding Flames, Burning Sensation) Move Object X (Extras: Damaging; Flaws: Limited Material [Fire]; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) Fire Control AP: Healing X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Cleansing Fire, X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) Enhanced Feat 1 (Quick Change) [1PP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Flight X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Immunity X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Fire, Heat, maybe Cold damage? Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Life support Protection X (Extras: Force Field (+0); Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Super-Movement X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Space Travel. Maybe *LOOONG* range space teleport too? Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: Name, X) Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: Name, X) DRAWBACKS -0PP Effect (Description) [-0PP] DC BLOCK Name Range Save Effect Attack bonus Unarmed Touch DC15 Tou (staged) Damage Totals: Abilities (0) + Combat (0) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (0) + Feats (0) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180 Power Points

Seven rings: https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/guide/objects-of-freedom/items/the-seven-rings-r23/ User Indigo ring. MIND POWERS Draw on the power of his relationships? Fourze-like personality? Average intelligence, high wisdom? Cobalt Templar Indigo Ring of the Empathic Mind-spy The Ring of the Mind-Spy was created as yet another “support” ring; while it has some potent ability to attack, either directly or indirectly, its greatest strength is in its ability to gather and disseminate information. Though the Mind-spy works best in a group, this Champion can work well on their own. In a darker twist of its intention, an experienced user of this ring could set themselves up as a ruler, due to the depth of their mental powers. Such would be the slippery slope they may face if they adopt an “ends justify the means” attitude with their abilities. For when you know the innermost secrets of man, why would you leave their ruling to them? Its wielder can read minds, or simply extend their senses to cover huge areas. And then, in a short amount of time, they can turn around and send that information to their comrades. Add to it their ability to strike at an opponent's mind directly, and they're formidable indeed. Whether the ring-user attacks their mind and will directly, fires a concentrated bolt of mind-stuff, takes control of their mind, or simply overwhelms them with fear, despair, or even love, they are a foe not to be underestimated, nor an ally to be quickly abandoned. Indigo Ring Location and/or User unknown (aka I haven't thought them up yet, but it's Out there Somewhere). Really only the Blue, Red, and Orange Rings are “powerhouses”. All the others should lack Super-Strength or Impervious Toughness. This ring makes you psychic, essentially. Mind Reading, Mental Communication, Mind Control, Emotion Control, and Mental Blasts are the name of the game here. I would say average Flight, putting it above Orange or Red or Violet, and even with Yellow, but not as fast as Blue or Green. Also some ESP would not be amiss. Complications would involve, essentially, doing things “for their own good”, with a bit of “ends justify the means”. Victory Power Level: 12 Effective Power Level: X Power Points: X/180PP Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: X In Brief: X Catchphrase: X Theme: X Alternate Identity: Victor ? Young (Secret) Birthplace: X Residence: X Base of Operations: X Occupation: X Affiliations: X Family: X DESCRIPTION Age: X Apparant age: X Gender: X Ethnicity: X Height: X’X’’ Weight: X lbs. Eyes: X Hair: X Physical description HISTORY X PERSONALITY & MOTIVATION X POWERS & TACTICS X POWER DESCRIPTIONS X COMPLICATIONS Ends Justify the Means: X. For Their Own Good: X. Complication: X. Complication: X. ABILITIES X + X + X + X + X + X = XPP Strength: 10 (+0) Average Dexterity: 10 (+0) Above average Constitution: 10 (+0) Above average Intelligence: 10 (+0) Average Wisdom: 10 (+0) High Charisma: 10 (+0) High-ish COMBAT X + X = XPP Initiative: +X (+X Dex,) Attack: +X Base, +X Melee, +X Ranged, see Power attack bonuses in DC Block Defense: +X (+X Base, +X Dodge Focus), +X Flat-Footed Grapple: +X (+X Base Attack, +X Other) Knockback: -X (TOU/2) SAVING THROWS X + X + X = XPP Toughness: +X (+X Con, +X Other) Fortitude: +X (+X Con, +X) Reflex: +X (+X Dex, +X) Will: +X (+X Wis, +X) SKILLS XR = X/4PP Skill X (+X) FEATS XPP X POWERS X + X + X = X Device X (XPP Container, Flaws: Hard-To-Lose, Feats: Restricted 2 [Only Chosen Can Use]) [XPP] (Descriptors: Indigo Ring of the Empathic Mind-Spy, Power Ring, Blessed/Holy, Magic) Enhanced Abilities (not a lot to physical) Enhanced feats (quick change 1, speed of thought, improved initiative?) Enhanced Saves Protection Immunity 9 (Life Support) Flight (less than 10) Active mental offence array - Mental blast - Emotion Control - Illusion (Phantasm) - Mind Reading - Mind Control ESP Mental Communication Quickness (Mental) Super-Senses (Mental area) Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) [XPP] (Descriptors: "Name", X) Array X (Xx2PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power X) [XPP] (Descriptors: ) BP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: "Name", X) AP: Power X (Extras: X; Flaws: X; Feats: X; Drawbacks: X) {X/X} (Descriptors: "Name", X) DRAWBACKS -0PP Effect (Description) [-0PP] DC BLOCK Name Range Save Effect Attack bonus Unarmed Touch DC15 Tou (staged) Damage Totals: Abilities (0) + Combat (0) + Saving Throws (0) + Skills (0) + Feats (0) + Powers (0) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180 Power Points

"You wound me!" he put on a few more jokes to the same effect on the way, just in case Nicole's family were listening. He stopped once they were a bit away from the house, flashing another grin at Nicole along the way. He at least understood that romance here could be a source of embarrassment, and he did like to tease. Of course, he agreed to accompany her to the store and to help carry the things. As always, Pan's eyes flickered from sight to sight as they walked the streets. Even if it were nothing special to Nicole, it was something new for Pan. He took joy in even the smallest things. He was overjoyed to get to pet a small dog along they way, happily fawning over it as it rolled over to have its tummy scratched. Nicole almost had to drag him along from that encounter. He paused a bit as she asked him how he was doing. It was not a question he was asked frequently, at least not by his friends or fellow students. Perhaps at the start, when they asked about his world, or where he was from. It had been a while, at least. He stopped walking for a short second, looking up at the sky and smiling. He pointed up, pointing out a small cluster of three stars. "Second star to the right, and straight on till morning. That's how it goes, is it not?" There was a bit of melancholy to his voice, an emotion he rarely displayed. It quickly disappeared, replaced by his usual happy tone. "Being here has been an adventure so far, at the least. I have fought against people from the stars and living cartoons. I've tried burgers and other wondrous food that I had never heard about before. I've been trapped in books, and I've experienced role-playing games. I have made great friends." He smiled. This was what everyone expected of him, was it not? The melancholy returned to his voice. "I think I am doing fine, but I do miss my home. I fear what might have happened to my friends in my absence. I did not exactly leave at the best situation. Did I ever tell you about that story?" A bit of the excitement crept back into his voice at the last part. He did love telling stories of his exploits. Nicole and he had not exactly met under the best circumstances. He was still new to Earth-Prime at that time, did not know or understand much about the world. He was happy that had at least been able to move past that.

It was interesting. Finnigan had helped them, even if it was by teaching them to be thieves. Robin felt for them. If this was better, then they must have had it really bad before. She took a bit of offense to just being named "that hero", while they kind of remembered the Gas Man's name. Sure, she wasn't in this to become famous, but still, it stung her pride a little bit. She had heard enough for now, though. And, Robin had a question. So, she walked forward, towards the light. Sure, she was dressed a bit differently, but the kids might recognize her anyway. "About that!" she stated. Her hands were in her pockets as she stopped just at the edge of the light from the fire. Close enough that they would see her, far enough away that she could draw the Justice Buster if necessary. "I get why Finnigan gotta stay in the shadows. Why do he want you guys to do the same?" She could confront them about keeping on stealing, but that could wait. She kind of wanted to know this, if she was going to get an edgeon Finnigan.

Oh, he was Nicole's date here? Pan looked genuinely surprised. To be fair, the whole concept of dating was still a bit foreign to him. It was different from what he had experienced back home, at least. He quite enjoyed the dinner, taking part in the talks around the table, sharing his own experiences at Claremont on the Blue Team. He felt that he should defend Leroy and Judy a bit, being his teammates and all, but otherwise he stayed clear of commenting on any romantic entanglements. Pan knew that there were things he knew, and things that he didn't know, and romance and dates were clearly in the latter category. He completely agreed on Ashley being overprotective, sharing that, despite being on the same team as both. He was sure that he had never seen them farther away from each other than the older sister being able to actually see Judy. There was something more there, something he was a bit suspicious of, but it was not his place to share here at the table. He listened, he learned, he laughed and shared his own tales. And he enjoyed the food. He had only tried Mexican in the cafeteria at Claremont before, but as good as it was, he could tell that the Mexican dishes here were something different all together. It wasn't long before he found himself on the couch, looking up at the stars. He could hear the family inside, watching movies on the television, and registered that Nicole was talking in Spanish. If he had tried, he could probably have heard every word. He understood it, at least, but it would be rude, and since his hosts had been kind enough to have him for the evening, then he felt no need to be rude. Pan happily accepted the coffee, happily agreeing with Nicole's observation. "Ah, yes, thank you!" He took a sip. He had been told not to get too much coffee in the past, but he liked coffee. Especially with cream and sugar. He had wondered how coffee could not only exist, but have the same name, both on Earth and Neverworld, but he was not complaining. He looked up at the stars again, a sly grin playing across his lips. He might not fully get the concept of dating, but he understood enough, and he just couldn't help himself. "You wound me! You know it is only a matter of time before they discover our forbidden love, darling!" Oh, he was joking of course. Even if any of Nicole's family happened to be listening, his tone of voice and exaggerated pronunciation of the words forbidden and darling should make that clear, but still, he couldn't help himself.

The journey to Emerald City had been a new, if not entirely pleasant, experience. Pan had tried flying in great ships that sailed across the sky many times. He had flown under his own power more times than he could count. Once or twice, he had even ridden on giant birds. But this giant metallic contraption, this plane? That had been something entirely different. He had fit easily into the chair, and still, he had been amazed at just how many people he saw everywhere. The trip had been boring, but he had spent his time well, and quickly met up with Nicole again once they were on land, gushing about the plane and how amazed he were on it for at least a short while after. Now, at the table, Pan had put in some research about this Thanksgiving, as it seemed to matter a lot. You spent it with your family, you watched television, talked, and you ate a whole lot of food. That seemed to be the gist of it. He had simply been happy to be invited along. While he did not join the prayer, he remained silent as it was spoken. It was obviously an important rite at the table. He was dressed in red shirt with a green christmas tree. So many options with his favourite colors at this time of year, it seemed. He loved it. He had introduced himself, he had behaved, and he had thanked them for having him. He was a guest, after all, and you had to behave if you were a guest. He had noticed Abby, and the looks she was sending, but best not to act on it. Again, he was a guest, and in that case, he should behave. He had snuck in a single wink back at Abby, but that was it. Nothing more than that. Pan was studying the turkey on his plate with an appraising smile when Eli asked her question. It looked delicious. He looked up at Eli's question. He was just about to reply, but was stopped by Nicole's sound. He grinned mischievously at her. He realized he didn't know how well Nicole's family knew about her heroic identity, so perhaps he should play that part safe, at least. He could ask her later. "Ah, we met back in Freedom City during the summer, and again when school started. It was quite a surprise to see Nicole again, I had no idea we would both be attending Claremont." Keep a secret identity and all that. He had listened to some of those lectures, at least. "And you're quite right! I'm from quite a bit away, so I was quite happy that I was allowed to join your family today, rather than spend the day alone. Again, thank you for having me." Nicole was right, at least. Pan had not understood quite what Eli meant Nicole being with anyone.

Taking advantage of being covered in darkness, Robin decided on some invisible justice. Not really sneaking, but not exactly staying in sight either. Just some casual sneaking. So, she moved towards the fire. It made sense, really. It was the only thing she could see in here, after all, and there was no reason to bring out the night goggles just yet. Had to preserve the battery, after all. The voices were familiar, as was the hair colors. Orange and Green, her two buddies! Robin was at least happy to know they hadn't gotten hurt when everything fell down, and they way they were talking, they didn't sound too down. So, hopefully no one had gotten seriously injured. The topic of their conversation was a bit worrisome, however. Finnigan sounded like he had kept his word, to a certain degree. They had cut down, but not stopped them. So, no three day armistice. She figured she should have known better, but honestly, Robin had wanted to believe the thief. At least cutting down might keep them safer, but if the kids didn't want to do that, then what could be done? She didn't really have the funds to help here. Robin decided to wait a bit longer before making her presence known. Maybe they would reveal something else that could help her.

Unreal bullets, like something animated come to life, fill the area. Not that any of them come even close to Pan, but he is still concerned. They don't appear to have any care for who might be hit by the crossfire. A frown on his face as he slips by the bullets, Pan can only agree with Lucy. Just hitting them didn't seem to be doing much. Toon logic, indeed. So, something else. A trick, perhaps? Or at the very least, trying to frustrate the strange villains. He called out to the one that Lucy had hit. Teaming up would prove to be the best option here. "Hey, you! The one that can see! You want to see some fireworks too?" He begins to form Pixie Dust in his hands, trying to make it seem like another batch of fireworks.

Pan will try to Feint Beth to open her up for a surprise attack. Bluff Roll: 1d20+14 = 15. Wow, yeah... Oh well! Bring it on!