RocketLord

Well, at least it wasn't a big fail. And on the inventions I mentioned in the chat: Robin is going to spend some time during the 3 days to make 2-3 inventions, time permitting. All with 2 hours of design time and 8 hours build time. First up, she spent 2 hours, after getting home and taking multiple showers, designing a pair of goggles that grant Super-Senses 2, with the Darkvision option, which is DC12 to design/construct. I take 10 on the Knowledge [Technology] check, for a total of 22, so the design should be fine. Gonna make the rest of the checks as they come up.

Robin had looked down herself when Ms. Doors had commented on her clothes. Sure, she'd just thrown something on when she rolled out of bed that morning. Yellow t-shirt, a dark green shirts with a zipper and hoodie (currently unzipped), and a regular pair of jeans. She had spent the previous afternoon in a sewer, after all. The hot showers had really not done much to make her feel cleaner, but her mind had been racing. She was rather absent minded in her tech support role today, not really registering Ms. Doors' complaints. After all, she was used to that, and she had tried to help, and maybe she had succeeded. She'd find out in a few days. Robin sneezed loudly. She was starting to feel a bit queasy herself. Had she caught something down in the sewer? She really didn't hope so... It'd kind of put a damper on the whole super hero career, and she kind of needed to be ready. She'd started the first designs, but she'd need to actually build her inventions, too. She'd taken some time the previous night to sketch out her ideas and start designing the first thing. But building it, that would take much longer. At least she'd be able to scrounge up what she'd need at the lab later. "The cops'll get them at some point. Its only been a few days, right?" She wanted to repl,y something else, but she needed the job. Best to play nice.

Fort save: 1d20+5 = 15 So, if I'm reading things right, I gotta make a DC 16 save each day until I get miss or get 2 correct successes in a row. On a failure, infection takes place. Is the amount of con drain then based on this initial save, so -1 Con once the disease hits?

"That is not justice." Robin crossed her arms, glaring at the Gas Man's joke. How could he just joke about believing someone to be dead? That was a serious thing! You couldn't just go around and kill people. Still, she stayed silent, just silently fuming and glaring after him as he limped down the street. Robin usually kept a nice vocabulary, but she felt that if she opened her mouth she'd end up saying some things that she might regret in the future. Such as revealing Finnigan's actual fate, and cursing the Gas Man out. Finally, as he disappeared down the street, Robin opened her mouth and sighed heavily. She really didn't know if she could have fought him again right now, but it was probably for the best that she didn't. Even if he was a bad guy, it would've felt wrong to attack someone that was already wounded. That wasn't the kind of justice she wanted to uphold. Once she was sure that the Gas Man was away, she pulled out her phone and entered a command in the Justice Driver app, her armor disappearing almost instantly into the belt, leaving her with only her domino mask for concealing her identity. She quickly hid the Justice Buster under her jacket, then slipped down the streets. She had three days. Not a whole lot of time, but she should be able to put together at least a few things to help her out. Just in case Finnigan's gang started doing stealing again, or the Gas Man showed up.

Pan had come to see the fish. Simple as that. The adventure of the day, a visit to a new place, and what better day than one where the promise was of something truly extraordinary? Well, extraordinary if you liked fish, at least! While he had never had the greatest of interest in marine life, he had decided to try to expand his horizons a bit. Maybe learn something more about the Earth. While he had considered just sneaking in, he had eventually decided on doing it properly. He was supposed to maintain a secret identity here, after all. Regular clothes it was, then. Jeans, a red t-shirt, a short, dark green jacket over it. Nothing fancy, just some things he liked. Moving with the crowds, he had marvelled at the sights that he saw on the way to the exhibit. Well, he had looked at the fish, at least. Most looked extraordinarily like those back home, but many were unlike any fish he had seen before. He didn't make it to the exhibit before it was closed, and the rumors began to spread. For a brief moment, he entertained the idea of simply leaving. The fish were gone, after all. But this sounded like a mystery. And wasn't that just another kind of adventure? As the employees began to try and usher him and the rest of the visitors from the room, Pan slipped away, to the side. He could go in unnoticed, at least. Weaving an image of nothing around himself, he kept the illusion of simply not being there, as he moved into the room, where he saw the single rainbow fish. He was sure that he had never seen anything quite like it before. Not here, and not on Neverworld. He moved closer, though keeping his distance to anyone else in the room. He would have to make a suitable entrance, after all.

The Gas Man's whole speech seemed oddly rehearsed. "Wait, are you recording this or something? And my shot was completely in self defense! You gassed me! If you are so easily stressed in combat that you accidentally drop your weapons, then you are clear in the wrong line of work. Any employer should think twice about hiring someone that accidentally drops random grenades because of a bunch of a kids or being alone in a tunnel." She might be putting it on a bit thick, but if he was recording this, then it might cause him some annoyances, at least. She moved closer, once he had actually holstered his weapon, but not too close. She didn't trust those grenades of his. From what she had experienced so far, the Gas Man was an opportunistic, lying scumbag. But he was a scumbag that seemed intent on doing as little work he didn't want to do. No reason to actually give him a reason to go after Finnigan and the kids. It would be much easier to deal with everything if he wasn't here the next time they showed up. "Didn't see anything until I got out of that whole. Was all dark in there, but everything was falling down." She pointed over her shoulder at the hole she had climbed out of. It was probably falling to pieces in there already.

GM "Wha...?" the thug in the armor only just had time to react and tried to move out of the way, and then he was full force. For an oh so brief moment, he stood his ground, then he was sent tumbling away, slamming hard into a parked car, bouncing off it to fall to the ground. Like with the other thug, bits of gold was starting to scrape off.

Reflex save: 1d20+13 = 20, so that just makes it. And he completely botches his Opposed Trip roll: 1d20+10 = 11

Well, at least he wasn't shooting at her or throwing any more grenades her way. Her glare could probably be felt even behind her mask. If she could shoot lasers from her eyes, Robin would have done just that. As it was, all she had was the Justice Buster, and drawing it while the Gas Man was pointing a gun at her seemed like a bad idea. Wouldn't be her first this day, but still... no reason to escalate right this moment. She had other things to take care of. But she just couldn't help it. She had actually trusted him to do the right thing, and he had tried to gas her twice! "What was that? You tried to gas me! Twice! I was trying to talk sense into them, and then you go and do something like that?" She wasn't about to tell him anything about Finnigan and the kids. If she was going to have any chance of getting them to stop this, then she had to get him out of the way.

Well, it wasn't like she could expect Finnigan to do more than try. It was probably wrong to call them kids, they were teenagers, and teenagers were notoriously defiant. "Thank you. I hope we'll be able to resolve this peacefully, then." she said, as Finnigan disappeared into the darkness in the tunnel. Robin stood her ground until she was sure that Finnigan was gone, then finally allowed herself to relax for a moment, releasing a heavy breath. This was so not what Robin had expected would happen. Sure, not everything could be easy, but this was not difficult in the ways she had expected. Is that how it would be? Compromise, or end up hurting or jailing someone that might not deserve it? Still, they had made a deal. Three days. Three days were a lot of time to prepare and get ready. She already had some ideas, some things that might help her, but she had to get out of there first. Maybe she could find the Gas Man, not that she expected him to listen. So, Robin followed the path that Finnigan had pointed out. She wasn't about to get out of the Justice suit just yet, she might need the boost if the Gas Man was waiting at street level, after all. After a while, she finally found the ladder and climbed up, finally seeing light again. Before she got out, she made sure to look around. Who knew if he was waiting right here?

No worries, wasn't doubting it. Just making sure that I understood why.

Three days? That was not a lot of time of not stealing. And then what? Once the days were up, what would they do then? Start another crime wave, stealing from everyone again? She really couldn't let them do that, could she? Stealing to survive, getting food and things that you needed, like toilet paper? That was acceptable, if not something she felt good about. But all the luxuries that Finnigan had wanted? Not just wanting to survive, but to live? Robin could kind of understand it, evne if she had never been in his situation before, or that of any of the kids. Ugh... if they returned to thievery, then she would have to try and stop them, but hopefully, she could do it in a better way than the Gas Man had wanted to. "If that's all you can do, then I guess I'll try and keep the Gas Man and anyone else away from you for three days." She was all business now. If that's was how he wanted to play it, then Robin would play along. "But I got a few conditions. First of all, at least try to get the kids to deliver the things back. I think I get what you're trying to do here, but they'll just end up in trouble. There's a wedding ring for a Mrs. Doors. It was in a chain, to be worn around a neck. If nothing else, I want that returned." She paused. Was there anything else to add? "And at least try to find a different way. I will help you and the kids if I can, but I can't if you keep this up. If you get back to stealing like this again after that, then I will stop you. I'd really prefer it didn't come to that."

The first thug, the one that Facsimile had previously hurt, shakes his head. "Not the best plan, I know! But the boss wanted the gold!" His brother, having taken a few less hits smacks him upside the head. "Silence, brother! Don't give away the plans!" The moment Facsimile mentioned the trolley, both looked up. They obviously knew what he was talking about already. Not that either of them were prepared for his attack. The gold on the armor being all but scorched away, revealing more common alloys underneath, the thug simply slumped over, as small fires began to spread in the armor. "Are you crazy!?" the second one yelled, as he turned to his brother, quickly starting to try and put out the fires by patting them with his hands, his back turned to the heroes. The irony of calling them crazy for counter attacking were, of course, lost on him.

Armor thug 1: Sense motive vs. bluff: 1d20+8 = 15 You hit! But shouldn't it be DC29, since its a lvl 14 power? Purely academic though, since he doesn't make his toughness save: 1d20+11 = 19 Armor Thug 1: Unconscious Armor Thug 2: 24 - Unharmed Rev: 15. HP 2 - Bruised, Staggered, Dazed. Facs: 11 HP 0 - Unharmed Thug 2 is busy putting out the fire!

"It ain't." Cassidy's response to Abdul was short and to the point. His tone didn't invite more discussion on the topic. The whole reason that he'd been saved and empowered by the Mesa was too keep it safe and keep people from interfering with it. So why would the Mesa want to spread the leaves? It didn't make any sense. He was more in doubt that he let on, but he wouldn't give Abdul the satisfaction of knowing that. He would have to try and sort it out with the Mesa once this was all over, if he could find some way of doing that. And then, they stepped into the jungle. They had taken a wrong turn somewhere, or the Mesa had decided to simply bring them to this location. Whatever the cause, here they were. In the middle of prehistoric times. To tell the truth, he was more annoyed than anything at the development, at least for now. He hadn't planned on having to deal with dinosaurs again today. "We're in the Mesa, Sting. It'll take us where it wants. There's bigger things than your scorpion and Big Mama here, so keep your head down." He looked at Abdul. "You brought me here before. Is this when the Snake started his leaf business?" Maybe they could stop it before it even began.

"That's just splitting hairs." Did it really matter if it was him or the thieves that stole it? Alright, it just might for the cops, if they came in here, but they would probably still go after Finnigan. He gave her the option of trying to ask the kids, but yeah, he was probably right. He'd tried to teach them that this was everything they could do, so of course they wouldn't try to return what they had stolen. This really wasn't what she had expected would happen today. Go out, get the things back, end of story. Of course it had to get a lot more complicated. A deep breath. It wasn't like her to get this upset, but this was much more complicated. So, what would she do? If she was a cop, she'd have to take them in. They had stolen things and broken the law. But she wasn't a cop, right? So, she didn't really have to be lawful good about this. Maybe she had to find out her own kind of justice for something like this? "To be honest, I really don't want to bring you and the kids in, but you can't keep doing this. The Gas Man's just the start. He was just sent by some crazy woman with too much money. You don't just hurt other people by stealing from them, you might up getting the kids and yourself hurt too." She pretended to think deeply about her options for a moment. "But alright, you want me to leave you alone. So, what's in it for me? What will you do for me, if I don't bring the cops down on you and the kids, and leave you alone? I And saving me doesn't really count. I saved you from the Gas Man first. Maybe try and cut down on the stealing? I mean, you don't want the kids to get hurt if someone worse than the Gas Man shows up, right?" She was rather interested in his response. Did he really care about the kids or not?

It took a moment, but he found something about Lemuria, at least. It was real, after all. Snake people, sorcerers. Some were even shapeshifters. Bad news, in other words. With a groan of effort, Cassidy pushed himself to his feet, standing up straight. He shook his head at Sting's comment about the poison. "Yeah, we saw it." Still, he agreed. They had to get out of there first, then figure out what to do. He moved over by Venomax and motioned at Abdul. "Let me take that." He might be exhausted, but carrying Abdul shouldn't be too much trouble. Cassidy lifted him up without too much effort, or care, and started carrying him out. "So, that's your god? Seems like he didn't really care what Sting over there did to you."

Facs notices what appears to be a flying platform with what appears to be a single individual approaching from above.

Cassidy almost fell down against the cavern wall, a bit of distance away from Sting and Abdul. He resumed his human form for the first time in a while as he struggled to catch his breath. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the snake escaping, but at least they were safe for now. "Shut up, Abdul." He added to Venomax's threat. He needed to catch his breath and rest for a moment. Just a moment, then he'd be back in action, he hoped. He looked at Sting. At least he seemed to be out of the snake's influence for the moment, focused on Big Mama, whoever that was. He looked at Venomax, who seemed mostly uninjured, at least. "Just give me a moment to catch my breath, alright?" It was only a matter of time before Setho would catch them or send some other pest or monster at them. They couldn't fight that thing if they didn't know anything about it. Alright. He might be able to fix that, at least. Somewhere, in some part of his mind or soul, or whatever he had these days, Cassidy knew things. The knowledge of his predecessors. Of the Dust Devils and protectors of the past. All he had to do was try to find it. So, he tried. Maybe someone had encountered Setho or hurt of something like him. Anything that could help them.

Now that there's a moment to regroup, DD's gonna try and tap into the arcane knowledge of his predecessors and see if any of them knew anything about Setho. So, Knowledge [Arcane] check to see if he knows anything! 1d20+8 = 23

It was dark. Even darker than it had seemed looking into the darkness, if that was even possible. Finnigan's hand felt so thin and frail in Robin's, and to be honest, it felt really weird to be walking through the darkness holding his hand like that. Like, this was something you were supposed to do with someone you trusted, or better yet, with someone you loved. In that situation it could be romantic, but not really like this. As Finnigan explained his situation, Robin started to understand him a bit more, at least. Maybe even his choices, even if she didn't agree with him and his "fingers" turning to crime to improve his situation. She'd guessed that magic was real for a while. It made sense, in a way. Just look at all those super heroes that had some kind of magic or divine power source, so really, why wouldn't it exist, even if most people didn't think so? Not that Finnigan sounded like he was happy about his current situation. Not that she blamed him. Robin stayed silent while they moved through the darkness. It seemed wrong to say anything, somehow. Once she stepped out, she looked at their hands, then slowly let go, as she took a step back from Finnigan. He really didn't seem all that bad, but she wasn't quite sure. He had told her the truth about taking her out of there, at least. At least he didn't seem dangerous right now. She sighed, absentmindedly scratching her upper right arm with her left hand. "Look, I think I get it. You really don't seem like that bad a guy, aside from the stealing and everything, but you really can't keep doing that. I don't want to take you and the kids in, but you gotta give everything back. I mean, look at what happened: I didn't come looking for a fight, I just wanted to try and talk things through, but then that Gas Man guy came too, and he was just spoiling to hurt you guys. Kept talking about his warped sense of justice, like breaking your bones and beating you up. Imagine if he'd gotten his hands on one of the kids. Just look at what happened because I tried to stop him." She paused, collecting herself. Enough rambling. She really didn't like that Gas Man. And she really wasn't proud of bringing down the whole place. "I want to help you, I really do. I might be able to come up with some things that can help you out. I'm pretty smart, so, like, give me a list and I'll see what I can do. And hey, I'm a super hero: I might run into some kind of magic heroes that can maybe help you with your curse. Just... you got to promise that you'll stop the stealing. The Gas Man was bad enough. Think about what else they might send after you or the kids. Imagine what they might do to them." She paused briefly, getting an idea. "Maybe, I dunno, the kids can come up with some story about how they found the stuff abandoned somewhere and they're handing it off to the police to do the right thing?" So, was this her kind of justice, then? She really wasn't sure. The whole super hero thing was very much still a work in progress.

Rolling sense motive to see if he's telling the truth: 1d20+8 = 24

"Ha! Serves ya right, ya freak!" the first thug was triumphant, his blow sending Rev flying. He was about to follow, before stopping and reaching for his head. "Ugh... I'm... I'm gonna let ya go. Run off, and leave me alone." He was starting to wobble a bit, but before he could actually leave, the other thug caught up with them, Facsimile hot in pursuit. "Are ya bailing on me? Is that it? Think ya can just leave me alone with zippo-boy here?" He pauses, looking at Rev. "Oh, nice one! You took her out!" He pauses again, then knocks his brother upside the head. "Did ya at least get help or something?" The first thug shakes his head. "Didn't get a chance, bro. Not feeling too good."

Armor Thug 1: 27 - Bruised, Staggered. Toughness -1. Only one action Armor Thug 2: 24 - Unharmed Rev: 15. HP 2 - Bruised, Staggered, Dazed. Facs: 11 HP 0 - Unharmed No attacks or actions this round, beyond talking! And can I get a notice roll for both of you?

I'll let you know, got a few ideas for some other threads.