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Oh, this was good. Everything was falling apart around them, but this was really good. Robin couldn't keep a smile from her lips as she leapt around, finally ending up above them, and with a big grin on her lips. She crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at the girls. This had been fun. Now she could hopefully get some info from them and get on her way! And then they had to go and bring out the knives. Really? They had to go and do that? Well, at least she wouldn't feel bad about what came next, then. The grin returned to her lips as she pulled out her cell phone and quickly entered a code on it, while pulling the Justice Buster from her inner pocket. "That's great and all, how about you take me to him? A lot of people want their stuff back, and I really think that it's time for justice!" Final command entered on the phone in the Justice Driver program. Her phone responded with a single sentence: HENSHIN. She hadn't been able to resist that, even if she doubted many others would get the reference. In an instant, a shining red and golden costume expanded from her belt, covering her entire body. It happened fast, almost instantly, a feature that Robin had put quite some work in. Quickly stashing her phone, she twirled the Justice Buster in her right hand and took aim at the girls. They couldn't see it, but she was all smiles behind the mask. "So, how about it, girls?"

Opposing with Acrobatics roll: 1d20+8 = 23

"Hey!" The girls were quick, way too quick. Robin stared after them for a brief second, before reaching into her coat and pulling out her domino mask, quickly fixing it to her face as she started moving. The girls might have gotten a quick look at her without the mask on, but there was no reason to give them any more looks. Robin was already moving by the time the mask was on her face, rushing straight into the crumbling building. She briefly thought about shooting at the girls, but again, they were thieves, and they hadn't really tried to fight her in any way, so there was no reason to get aggresive like that. Still, she couldn't help smiling as she did so, despite the obvious dangers. This was it! Real super hero work! It would be awesome! "Wait up! I'm not done with you guys!"

"Hey! Quit that!" The pick pocket was fast, but Robin was faster. At least she hoped she wasn't just lucky. She quickly took a step back before the would-be thief could grab anything from the pocket, quickly rummaging through the pocket with her hand to make sure nothing was lost. Satisfied that she had everything, she shot the kids a dirty look. "That is not cool! I'm just here to ask to try and find out if you'd heard anything about all the pick pocketing the other week, and then you try to pick pocket me? Really!?" She was just about to reach for the Justice Buster, but that might be more than just a bit of overkill. Still tempting. "Ugh. Just tell me if you know anything about that, then I'll forget this!"

Right, then. Venomax was more in the hero category than the villain. It let him focus on Mr. Sting for now. "That's not justice, Sting. That's just revenge." It wouldn't have been a long time ago that he would have frowned on saying something like that, but not it just came naturally. A snake tried to bite him, but it just passed through him. It paid off to be made of sand some times. He was about to materialize and use the snake to beat up Mr. Sting, if necessary, when he heard the announcement. The voice was reptillian, and the moment that Cassidy saw its owner, he knew why. Yeah, there was no question there. That had to be the Snake. Turning his back to Mr. Sting and the giant snake might not be the smartest, but this was why he was here. Take out the head, end this thing. He shot a glare at Mr. Sting. "You stay put." Then he turned to the Snake. "You're in the Magic Mesa. You had to know the Dust Devil would come for you if you kept spreading your leaves to the outside world." His voice was confident. At least Cassidy tried to make it seem like he knew what he was doing. "Why are you doing it?"

Notice roll, as requested: 1d20 + 8 = 28

Ah, a couple of locals. Two girls, some years younger than Robin and still teens. She kind of liked their hair, shape and colors both. She'd wanted to do something like that, but it would make her stand out too much when she wasn't in costume. Couldn't have a secret identity ruined as easily as that, could you now? At least she had thought of an alibi on the way here. "Hi! I'm from the university, would you guys have time to answer a few questions?" The best alibi, a true one! She would just say that she was working on a project on crime statistics, and hopefully these girls would be willing to help. They didn't seem like they wanted any trouble, and it was just two girls after all, right?

So, the truth was that for a lot of people school was boring, and then life was kind of boring? Pan frowned at that thought. Was that how life was like here on Earth? He crossed his arms, while he got into a sitting position in mid-air, his legs crossed under him. Alright, school might be boring. That was fine. A lot of things to learn, a lot of things to figure out. Well, not fine. He didn't like boring, but he would deal with it, somehow. But life after school being boring? No, that he couldn't deal with. "So, life here is boring? Even with all the people that got all these strange and different powers?" He was genuinely somewhat confused. If life here was boring, then it didn't really fit with his experiences here so far. "Or is it just a question of people not going out and actually looking? I mean, I've had a few adventures here already, and I wouldn't exactly call my time here boring so far."

Pan would get Micah to share his music with others, he was sure of that. His roommate might not be fully comfortable with the idea yet, but Pan was confident that he would be able to convince him at some point. No reason to push it too far. And looking at the food Micah was holding, it seemed like he had a point about it being good. Pan would have to get something sometime soon. Before he had a chance to answer Micah's question, Monica appeared, and she was absolutely sparkling in her dress. "Don't you look absolutely brilliant!" Golden, shiny and seemed to fit Monica just right. Yes, she did look brilliant indeed. He grinned at her, his hands in his pockets. He leaned a bit to the side, obviously admiring the dress. Things like that were worn by kings and queens in Neverworld. Yet another difference that he didn't even realize until now. "At risk of repeating myself, you look absolutely beautiful tonight, Miss Gutiérrez." Ah, he had something else to say, but he'd forgotten for the moment.

I'm very for much for having Forever Boy joining, and I'm ready whenever.

Forever Boy Updates: - Added changes from this update, but updated the array a bit more (see below) Power changes - Fixed names and descriptors for all powers for consistency with concept: Chi changed to Pixie Dust. - Replaced Obscure Power with Illusion Array 3.5. (9 PP power) for 8 PP array, putting me at 149 PP spent) Illusion Array 3.5 (7 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 1) [8 PP] (Pixie Dust, Trained) BP: Illusion 1 ("Endless Forms Most Beautiful"; Affects: All Senses; Extras: Duration 1; Feats: Alternate Power 1, Progression [Area] 2) (Duration: Sustained, Area: 25 ft.) [8PP] AP: Obscure 3 ("Hide & Seek"; Feats: Selective) (Duration: Sustained, Radius: 25 ft.) {7/7] - Renamed "Tracker Blast" to "Pixie Blast", and updating description. - Replaced Confuse "Mind Wave" from Tricks Array with Damage Power "The Forever Blade". Making "The Forever Blade" BP on the array. Tricks Array 10 (20 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 4) [24PP] (Pixie Dust, Trained. Additional descriptors on each power) BP: Damage 13 ("The Forever Blade"; Feats: Mighty, Precise; Extras: Penetrating 5) {20/20} (Kinetic, Light, Slashing) AP: Blast 8 ("Pixie Blast"; Extras: Homing; Feats: Accurate 1) {20/20} (Kinetic, Light) AP: Dazzle 6 ("Fireworks"; Affects visual and auditory senses; Feats: Accurate 2) {20/20} (Light, Sound) AP: Snare 10 ("Binding Bands") {20/20} (Kinetic, Light) AP: Stun 6 ("Stun Burst"; Extras: Ranged; Feats: Accurate 2) {20/20} (Light) Other profile changes - Updated DC Block to remove Mind Wave and add The Forever Blade and Endless Forms Most Beautiful. - Updated Trade-Offs to include "(The Forever Blade) -5 Attack / +5 DC" - Changed the way I had written the age a bit, to better fit with the concept. He is still believed to be and claims to be 16. - Added the complication "I'll hold you in my heart, until I can hold you in my arms" - Fixed Power Description and Powers & Tactics to fit with updated descriptors and names. PP spending: 7 PP to spend. - Increased Saving Throws: Fortitude +2 (for total +7), Will + 3 (for total +7). 5 PP spent. - Added Immunity to Aging. 1 PP spent - Spending 1 PP on Skills: Bluff +4 - And that should put me at 156 PP spent, and no unspent PP. Everything is here in an updated profile: Forever ever? - TA

One snake down, and Venomax stopped them too. And then Mr. Sting went and made his move. Cassidy cursed at himself. He should have thought of it. The old man had sworn to get at Abdul, and even if he had little love for the drug dealer, he wasn't about to just let him die. Mr. Sting had made it more than clear that the blade was coated in poison, and Abdul's reaction showed the truth in his words. Venomax had said he knew poison, right? Hopefully he could help. With the Sandblade disappearing from his hand, Cassidy threw himself straight towards Mr. Sting, shouting as he went. "Venomax! Keep that bastard alive and I'll watch your back!" Bravado. He hoped he could back it up, as he let a punch fly towards Mr. Sting.

Shifting array to Guardian's Strength. Moving to Mr. Sting and attacking with a punch: 1d20+10 = 14

The bus stop was not exactly close to Trumble Street, and Robin had to walk a fair bit to get there. As she got closer, Robin started to realize why. It was not a nice place by any means. Looking down at herself, she was suddenly happy that she hadn't dressed nicer. A pair of jean, worn with use. A pair of old sneakers, likewise rather worn from use. No holes, but they didn't look new by any stretch of the imagination either. Her dark blue jacket was a bit newer than the rest of her clothes, and she had somehow managed to break the zipper and never got around to fixing it, but at least she didn't stand out too much. A red t-shirt under the jacket. Again, nothing fancy, and she was kind of happy about that. Her Justice Buster was hidden under her jacket, out of sight. It might just look like a toy at first glimpse, but no reason for anyone to see it before she needed it. On the way here, Robin had wondered why she had never been here before. She had never really thought about it before, and she had lived in Emerald City all her life, but she hadn't come here. When younger, her parents had steered her away from it. That had just sort of stuck . Now, standing here, at the edge of Trumble Street, Robin kind of understood why they had done it. To call the street neglected was selling it lightly. It was just so empty, everything was crumbling and just sort of falling to pieces. Not really a place that Robin had ever seen on her super hero shows... but maybe it was a place that really did need a hero. Incognito for now, then. Costume later. Who knew how they would react if she put on even her mask? So, instead she started down the streets. There had to be someone here that would be willing to talk to her about it. And hopefully not get her killed along the way.

Notice Check: 1d20+10 = 18

Well, Trumble Street was a start at least. And if this was all different from the usual going ons, then it could be interesting at least. Not that Robin needed something to be interesting in order to get justice for someone. "Wow, that sounds like a tough case to crack, then." She reached for her jacket and slipped into it while she spoke. "I gotta get to a meeting, but best of luck Mrs. Doors. I really hope they find your ring." With a quick wave a few additional goodbys, Robin headed out the building. It was time for justice, and she was going to bring it. She was practically giddy at the thought of getting to dress up, even if her non-armored costume needed some work. A domino mask alone wasn't much, but she kinda had spent all she could on the actual armor. She quickly checked her phone for the quickest route with the public transportation, and then headed towards Trumble Street.

Robin feigned a bit of surprise at Mrs. Doors living in Bethlehem Heights. She had already seen the personel files a number of times, like the one time she had to figure out who had been stealing her lunch from the fridge (it was Mr. Salvatore, by the way), but she knew that Mrs. Doors didn't like to talk about it, so it felt polite to do. A part of Robin was relieved at the idea that word on the street was that street kids had been behind the pick pocketing the night before, but another was almost visibly saddened. She wanted to get a super villain to deal with, not some kids living on the street. Alright, they had it rough, she got that, and she was very lucky to have everything that she had, but... well, this would probably not be a great chance for trying out the Justice Driver. Oh well, she would do anyway. "Really? A group of kids stole everything? Wasn't there some report of a ton of things going missing? How many kids live on the streets down there? And why haven't social services done anything about it?" So, what to do? How to get out of there and try to track down the kids? Well, it wouldn't be difficult. Her studies meant she was going all over town for appointments in the first place, but she wanted to know a bit more first. At least she would hopefully be able to help Mrs. Doors and whoever else had things stolen from them.

Yeah. He really shouldn't have asked. Abdul went on more about all his revealations and all that he knew. Couldn't just talk like a normal person. Cassidy wasn't sure yet if it was because of the leaf or just because of Abdul being a pretentious piece of sh!t. Either way, of course this was a trap. Giant snakes all around them, coming closer than he would prefer. Of course there were giant snakes, when someone called the Snake was holed up inside the Mesa. He would have to flush him out somehow, anyway. Destroy this whole cavern if necessary. Without a word, and ignoring Mr. Sting's comments, Cassidy threw himself through the air towards the nearest giant snake. He was already forming a blade of sand in his hand, not quite sure where the weapon ended and he began, before swinging it directly towards the neck of the snake. Cut off the head, take down the snake.

Dust Devil flies for the nearest snake with Move-By Action, creating a sandblade to attack it. Switching Magic Mesa Guardian array to Sand Blade and attack roll: 1d20+10 = 26

Robin had, for once, spent Halloween indoors. She was normally all about dressing up and partying for Halloween, but she had been getting her costumed fix in other ways lately. Like, whenever someone called for justice. Besides, she had designs to do! The Justice Driver was still just an alpha version, and she had to get it bigger and better, if she was going to be able to deal with everything that real super heroes did! Still, she peeked up from her screen when Mrs. Doors started talking about the missing ring. Robin swore to herself that she had been listening. Well, kind of, at least. The new ideas for the Justice Driver was just so exciting. She'd already managed to make herself tougher while in armor, what else could she do? But she was getting off track. Mrs. Doors had said the magic word, and now Robin couldn't help herself. Thinking about it, she had heard others complaining about missing items that had disappeared. So, how to do this? On tv, the heroes would show up in costume, then go round up all the known criminals in the city, but it wasn't like she knew any criminals, and unless she booted up the full armor for the Justice Driver, she was pretty sure Mrs. Doors would recognize her. Maybe she should just stop thinking about it and ask. Yeah, that would be best. "Aw, I remember you showing that to me before. Any idea where you lost it, Mrs. Doors?" Yes, yes. That should do. Keep the secret identity secret!

Initiative: 1d20+10 = 24

Pan frowned at the mention of the word boring. Learning new stuff? That was awesome! Adventure was all about learning new things and having new experiences! Preferably exciting ones! "Oh, I was told a bit about how school life would work. They were quite perplexed when I said I had never went." Pan smiled a devilish smile, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers tenting in front of him. "No offense, but sitting still every day and listening and solving problems do sound rather dull. I was promised that we would be doing some more interesting lessons here, as well." He paused for a moment, shooting a sideways glance at Micah. "But I had a wonderful tour earlier! The gym sounds really exciting! It would be the perfect place for you to practice your powers! And flying! We gotta go flying at some point!" He was standing again now, the excitement returning to his voice.

"Fine, then. Sorry about this, but it's faster." It might not be the most dignified thing to do, but Cassidy decided to go for it anyway, and picked Venomax up from the ground, carrying him with his hands under the other man's shoulders. He was plenty strong to carry someone like Venomax. "His name's Abdul. He's been spreading those leaves I brought around Southside in Freedom City, and they are somehow connected to the Mesa." He paused for a short moment, taking a certain turn to follow Abdul. "I won't allow him to use the Mesa for something like that, and there's plenty of drugs in Southside as it is. He sees himself as some kind of messiah, the leaves connect him with the cosmos or something like that." Another turn. "It might be nonsense, or it might not. If he got the leaves through the Mesa, it could be true. What brings you out here, to someone like Mr. Sting?" Soon after, they caught up with Abdul in the large cavern. Cassidy let go of Venomax again, quickly scanning the room. Stone throne, carvings of snakes and mad Gods. Everything about this place screamed trouble. They were still in the Mesa, and Snake to be seen or not, that didn't mean nothing was here. He shot a glare at Abdul, doing his best to keep track of Mr. Sting at the same time. He doubted it would be smart to let either out of his sight right now. His body instinctively hardened, becoming as solid as rock. He knew he probably shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help himself. "Where is he, then?"

No talking sense into Mr. Sting, then. And Abdul was still out of his mind, but at least it sounded like he would finally bring Cassidy to the snake. He was moving surprisingly quickly down the tunnel, and moved with purpose. And Mr. Sting followed. Because of course he did. Cassidy scoffed the sight, turning his head slightly to look at Venomax. "Judging from that outfit you're either a super hero or a villain. Stick close if you're coming, the Mesa can get plenty confusing." He honestly didn't care if Venomax was a hero or villain right now, but it seemed like he had a stake in what was going on with Mr. Sting, at least. Part of him hoped for the former option, it would be nice with someone watching his back in here, but he wasn't about to trust him without reason. After a short moment of waiting for a reply, Cassidy set off from the ground, flying after the pair of madmen.

Pan could almost hear the silence. Seconds before, the darkness from the armband had lashed out at him, and somehow, he had been left unharmed. He wasn't sure why, but the silence that followed was remarkable. Then came the sirens. He had heard them many times before in the week that he had spent in teh city, and yet, he was still not quite sure what they meant. Standing up straight, he looked briefly at the sword in his hand. It had been a while since he had used that trick, but he let it disperse. The villains were trapped, after all, and for the Porpoise, his weapon was wrecked. Pan wasn't sure quite what had happened, but the doorway had closed, and Facsimile had collapsed face first on the floor. Wasting little time, Pan made a short jump aided by his flight, crouching down besides Facsimile and turning him around, quickly starting to check if he was alright. He felt like he should say or do something, but he was still a bit shaken. Had he just thrown away a path home to save this world? If he had, he would just have to live with that choice.