RocketLord

Lots of advantages. Won't bother rolling here, and we're officially out of combat.

Pan chuckled and shook his head. "Yes, yes. There are many interesting things in books." He had a knowing smirk on his lips. "Remember what I said. You can be a trickster, you can have fun, but it does not need to make you an enemy. Open up, just a little bit. It will be a better life." Then, he was off. Back to his friends. He could probably catch up with Micah and Judy before long.

"Sheesh. Ten years. Feels like I'd just heard about that." Ghost paused, seemed to be thinking about something and then put the palms of his hands against his eyes and leaned backwards a bit. "I've been doing this for way too long." "Twenty thousand people? And a few thousand giant bees?" He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, that's nothing. Just rehabilitating an entire planet and turning it into paradise for man and bee alike. How do you even get time for all the Freedom League stuff? I mean, big cosmic adventures, saving the world, all that? Gotta take some time away from your Sanctuary."

Nevermore II "Sorry man, no sleeping gas yet." So, then what? Charlie could thrown ravenrangs at Chump all day long, they'd probably just get stuck in him. Hope for a lucky shot with his staff... tie him up and he'd probably just break the snare. No, Chump was strong, and honestly, he'd be better off letting the others hit him... "Got somethin' else!" Pulling out another trip wire, Charlie leapt over Chump, making sure to plant a hand on his shoulder, while throwing the tripwire at Chump's legs. With a loud groan and a yell, Chump fell face first, while Charlie lands behind him, quickly rolling to face Chump again.

GM Stinger struggled against Luke, and then, she saw it, coming right at her. Flying so fast, a large red boxing glove to an end of an arrow. She had her thoughts about it. Mainly about how stupid it was, but on the other hand... "Oh sh-" She was cut off when the boxing glove collided with her face at full force. She slumped forward, shook her head and looked at Arrow. She was clearly out of it by now, looking around at her friends in various states of defeat, only Chump really fighting back anymore and... "Alright, alright... I give up..." She was clearly not happy about it, but she was too smart to keep fighting a lost cause. "ARGH!" Chump took another blow. His ears were ringing, he was not having a good time right now and he couldn't find any of his friends. "Stop it, just... stop it! We're the good guys! We're saving people!"

Stinger gives up! Quick, make jokes about how that gotta sting! Chump heals and clears his daze. He seems to be calming down. Recovery roll: 27 vs DC10. Bruise healed. Nevermore let's try a Trip again Standard Action: Throw a Tripwire at Chump: 25, that's a hit. Nevermore's power check for Trip: 9. Yeah. I'm just gonna use my last HP and... reroll that, I think: 26 Chump can't make that save, he's tripped. Move Action: Fast Acrobatic Bluff vs. Chump: 32. He can't make that save, so he's feinted. And Charlie uses Setup to transfer the feint to Howl. @RedSpine is up, remember that Chump's defenses are way down vs you and melee attacks, so time to bring out some Power Attacks! 23 - Shift - 2HP - Bruise (x1) - Skipping until further notice from Heritage 23 - Arrow IV - 0HP - Unharmed 23 - Nightscale - 1HP - Unharmed 14 - Stinger - Staggered, Dazed, Grappled by Nightscale, Surrendered 12 - Toxin - Unconscious, Bound and Helpless 10 - Chump - Unharmed, Raging, Sickened (-2 on ATK/Checks, DC18 Fort), Tripped (-4ATK, -4DEF vs Adjacent, +4DEF vs Ranged), Feinted vs. Howl (Flat-footed) 10 - Nevermore II - 0HP - Unharmed 10 - Bluebird - Unconscious 7 - Howl - 3HP - Unharmed 7 - Casanova - Unconscious, Bruise (x1), Entangled (Rank 8 Snare: -2 ATK/DEF, -4 DEX, Anchored branch on tree above him, upside down) Visual Obscure, Darkness: 5/10 rounds, on Initiative 10. Auditory Obscure centered on 100 feet radius from Howl's previous location.

Normally wouldn't hit, but he's in mid-jump and can't really evade, so I rule that he can't use his dodge bonus. That gives you a +2 to DC with Autofire. TOU: 23, he takes another bruise. Give me an IC and I'll follow up. 26 - Cueball - Bruise (x3), Demoralized (-2ATK/Checks, 1 turn) 21 - Devil's Advocates - 10x Bound and Helpless 19 - Buddy - Unconscious 19 - Ghost - 2HP - Unharmed 12 - Sparkler - 1HP - Bruise (x1) 10 - Angel - Unharmed, Demoralized (-2ATK/Checks, 1 turn), DC27 TOU save vs. Damage on Init 19 7 - The Born Loser - Unconscious, Bound and Helpless

Make an IC of what you do.

Forever Boy Spring --- Pan knew the red haired boy that stood before him. Of course he did. After all, it was him. The other Pan was curious, his smile spreading just a tad too wide for a normal human as he looked at Pan, waiting for him to speak. Pan looked around for the moment. This was Neverworld. He was sure of it. He could smell it, he could feel it, but it did not seem quite like any place in Neverworld that he quite remembered. When was he? No matter, he was forever. He knew that he could not remember everything. Or perhaps, it was something yet to come? And yet, Pan could not shake the feeling that it was strange that he could not remember meeting himself. Perhaps it was simply things yet to come? ”Hello,” Pan finally said to the other Pan. “Hello,” the other Pan said back to Pan. They stood on a ship that was flying through the air. It was covered in glittering Pixie Dust. It was majestic, as it soared upon the sky. The other Pan was at the helm. By his side were two teens and young child: A girl and two boys. A multitude of teenagers ran had stopped what they were doing on the deck of the ship to stare at the other Pan and his double. Pan could hear a faint ticking in the distance, far behind the ship. Looking back, he could see a massive creature with a long snout towering across the lands below. He could hear a scream, the scream of a man, coming from its yet open mouth. It was the Crocodile. He was sure of it. How was it there? It should not be there. This had never happened. He knew that it had never happened. This was not something he could forget. This was not how he remembered the Crocodile. He had been with the Lost Heroes. They had lost. The Hooked Man had stood before him. There had been no glowing ship, there had been no girls, no boys, no… This. This was not something he had experienced yet. The ticking cloud was distracting Pan. It was difficult to think, to form words, to figure anything out. He could swear the sound was growing louder. “Who are you?” he finally asked, as the shock slowly slipped aside. “This is Neverworld, but, it is not Neverworld. It is… It is different.” The other Pan smiled and stepped from the wheel, letting one of the boys take it. The older of the two. Where were they headed? Away from the Crocodile, surely, away from the screaming man. “I am you,” the other Pan replied, tracing a hand across a rope on the glowing ship. “Pan the Forever Boy. But not quite the same, I think.” The other Pan moved closer, walking across the ship to reach Pan, stopping before him. He leaned forward towards Pan. He smiled, that smile that was just a bit too wide to be quite human. “Yes, I think we are the same, but not the same.” The other Pan knew something. He knew more about what was going on than Pan did. He laughed lightly at Pan’s obvious confusion. “I know, I know. It is all very confusing. Do not worry, in time, you will understand. Spring is ending. Summer is on the way. Everything is becoming warmer, brighter.” He smiled. “I suppose it is time for things to change, yes?” The ship shook. It was like a wave washed over it. The ticking clock was growing louder still. Pan held his head. The ticking noise, it was too much. It was so much. It felt like it was everything. A clock, ticking on, counting down. “Spring? Summer? What are you talking about? You are not making any sense. Tell me what this is, now!” Pan raised his voice. He was almost yelling. He felt angry. His usual smile was long gone. Was he this infuriating? No, this one, this other Pan, was something else, was he not? He was him, but not him. “Tell me what is happening, now!” He was almost shaking, while the other Pan just smiled. The others around him had started reacting to something. The one kid was still holding on to the wheel, but the other were climbing to the end of the ship, to stare at something behind them. There was commotion on the deck. Shouts and curses were being thrown around. Pan did not hear them, only vaguely senses that something was going on around him. And that insistent, ever present ticking. Louder and louder, banging on his skull. “All stories end, Forever Boy. Summer becomes fall. Fall becomes winter. Winter to spring, and back to summer. Everything ends, everything changes. Nothing can stay the same forevermore, as much as we might want it to.” The other Pan seemed more solemn now, the smile slowly fading from his lips as he looked behind Pan, to whatever was happening behind him and the ship. Around them, Pan saw the sky crack. He saw the clouds break. He saw the sun splinter into millions of brightly burning shards. Below, he saw the lands shift and turn. Destruction in their wake. “This is my final triumph. I have saved the Darling children. Captain Hook is defeated. Aboard the golden ship, I ride into the sunset, to the final reward. I am at the end of the spring, at the end of my story. And perhaps it is time for something new to take its place.” Behind the cracks, Pan saw bright, white light. An impossible canvas behind it all, a promise of something else, something as of yet unrealized. An unpainted canvas, a story yet to be told. Pan could not tear his eyes away, try as he might. He was spellbound by the empty white, by the story that had yet to unfold. He wanted to look behind, he wanted to see what was happening behind him, but he could not. All he could hear was the ticking sound, ever louder, ever closer. “I have made my peace. It is time for something new, it is time for the summer. You should leave, while you can.” Pan felt himself fading. The ticking sound was like thunder in his ears by now. “Perhaps not even a Forever Boy is forever, after all.”

Justice Meet Miss Step --- “C’mon hon, keep up!” Robin looked ahead, where the other woman was dashing around the costumed crooks. They were dressed in grey shirts with a big white and black clock on the chest. The woman was maybe a few years older than her, dressed well… 70’es was the word that came to mind? Her bright purple pants were wide at the feet, but otherwise tight. Her black boots had high heels that did not seem to bother her at all while she was running or kicking on of the costumed crooks in the face. Her purple pants were not really pants, they were parts of an entire suit that covered her top but left her arms bare, with a long cleavage. She wore a short white cape and white gloves, with a familiar pink amulet hanging from her neck, and a purple domino mask. She had long red hair, flowing freely. The woman was smiling as she pulled some kind of gadget, a large futuristic looking gun, out of a rainbow portal and shot a freeze ray of some sort at one of the bad guys, leaving him frozen in place. What was this? Who was this woman? Why did she have something that looked like Robin’s amulet and did the same thing? It didn’t matter. These were clearly bad guys, and even if Emerald looked different, Robin was still Justice, and she still had her armor. She fired the Justice Buster to the right, almost without a care. A portal opened, the force blast instead ending up shooting one of the crooks with the clocks that was about to clobber the other super hero. “That work for you?” The woman grinned back at Robin, putting her blaster back into a portal and pulling out a staff. “Sure, hon, but a bit violent, don’t ya think? Didn’t know anyone else could make portals like me, how’d you do it?” She swung the blaster at a man, pushing it into his guts, making him bend over. The grin slowly froze as she saw robin moving about in her full armor, creating portals and shooting through them as she went. “Those look an awful lot like my portals, hon.” The costumed woman leapt over one of the multitude of costumed crooks, swinging her staff out and stopping it inches from Robin’s face. Robin froze. Her armor could probably take a hit from that staff. The A.I. was already calculating just how much force would be needed to get that staff away. The woman didn’t seem to have any powers besides the portal and all those gadgets she pulled out… “Ya somebody from the other side, hon? Don’t like me using the place for storage?” Slowly raising the Justice Buster to the side, Robin pulled the trigger once, shooting a freezing ray to the side. She opened a portal, the ray entering it, then opening behind the woman, shooting the bad guy that had been sneaking up on the woman. “I’ve never even seen you or your gadgets before, lady.” The woman laughed, then spun to the side, swinging her staff in a wide arc, hitting a few of the bad guys along the way. “Alright, that’s fair! Give me a hand with these guys, then! We’ll talk after, seems like we got a few things in common, hon!” Wait, really? That was it? That was all Robin needed to say and then she’d stop asking questions? That was… so weird. Didn’t she have any kind of distrust at all? Robin guessed she had been like that at some point, but that was before Mars, and everything else that was going on in Emerald and… The sound of someone hitting her armor brought Justice back to the now. Or the past. Or the future. Or wherever she was. The guy that had hit her stumbled back, clutching his hand. “Really? You thought hitting me would work? Have you seen the kind of armor I’m wearing, buddy?” Fire, release, shoot. A cold blast to the chest sent him down. Miss Step was whirling around, rapidly switching between a staff, another ray gun, a lasso… she was good, she was fast, and the more Robin listened and watched, the more familiar she seemed. Not one to be outdone, Robin kept pulling the trigger, sending various blasts into portals all around her, raining down on the bad guys. It felt pretty good to have someone like this, someone that was clearly bad guys, nothing ambiguous like the Ultio Suits or anything like that and… Before Robin knew it, they were done. The bad guys were down, with Miss Step leaning on her staff with a huge grin plastered on her lips. “That was somethin’ else, hon. How’d ya get the portals to work like that? I can only pull stuff in and outta mine.” Robin just stared for a second. Why did she seem so familiar? And why did she have an amulet just like hers? And everything around them, and… “What year is it?” The woman looked puzzled for a second. “Aww, is this your first time time travellin’?” There was a slight laugh to her voice, but there was nothing mean about it. “I guess that explains your fancy armor. It’s 1977, hon. Is everyone dressed like that where you’re from?” Wait. 1977. That amulet and, mask or not… Robin knew where she had seen the woman before. She knew her. “Grandma Dottie?” She shouldn’t have done that. She probably shouldn’t have said anything like that, should have kept it to herself, but Robin couldn’t help it. She just blurted it out, while moving clasping a hand up in front of her mouth. “Grandma?” Miss Step sounded confused. Not really surprising, right? Her entire tone had changed from playful to dead serious over the course of seconds. “Wait, wait. Time travel. You’re… my grandkid? That’s…” Then Justice was gone, as suddenly as she appeared. For a moment, Miss Step stood still, just looking at where the armored heroine had disappeared. Then she laughed. “Ha. Figures. Of course. That had to happen, right? I’ll look forward to meeting you, hon.”

GHOST Huh. That was not what she looked like just before. Casper paused, just for a second. Some kinda trick? Was she really a witch or something like that? Didn't really matter. The skeleton guy had a kid. Casper wasn't going to let him get away with that. Flying through the concrete, silent and out of sight, he reached up to touch Angel, ever so slightly...

GM Angel froze for a second, staring at the large super hero. Whatever he had expected, this didn't seem like it. His grip on the girl remained, his eyes seemed to glow behind his mask and Sparkler would feel cold, like someone just walked over her grave. "Kill him." His axe raised high above his head, Cueball let out a blood curling scream as he threw himself forward, swinging it straight down towards Raina's shoulder with all of the fury that he could muster.

There's a lot of files on the desktop, its actually quite a mess, but everything (the folder being marked, in part, along with some traces you can find) points to a folder labelled "ENH. OP". Further looks inside the folder seems to be notes and 3d models of possible enhancements to the robotic arm.

I think there's some confusion about who's who: Angel is the man in the skeleton getup. Cueball is the guy with a full beard, an axe and a German WWI helmet. Buddy was the pale guy with a bandana and thinning black hair. The Born Loser was the thin guy with a bandana and orange hair. The last two are out. With that said: Neither can make those rolls, so they're demoralized. Angel Angel uses his Death Stare, a perception range Paralyze. Give me a DC21 Will Save vs. Paralyze. Cueball Move Action: Leaps at Raina. Standard Action: Attacks Raina with the axe: 22, that's a hit. Give me a DC26 TOU save. Ghost Move Action: Stealth towards Angel: 24 Angel's Notice: 9. Surprise attack coming, then: Standard Action: Power Attack (+2DC/-2ATK) Damage effect vs. Angel: 25, that's a hit. DC27 TOU save from Angel: 27, just makes the save, but need to roll again on his next turn, but Angel is at least distracted! ICs coming later, then you're up. 26 - Cueball - Bruise (x2), Demoralized (-2ATK/Checks, 1 turn) 21 - Devil's Advocates - 10x Bound and Helpless 19 - Buddy - Unconscious 19 - Ghost - 2HP - Unharmed 12 - Sparkler - 1HP - Unharmed 10 - Angel - Unharmed, Demoralized (-2ATK/Checks, 1 turn), DC27 TOU save vs. Damage on Init 19 7 - The Born Loser - Unconscious, Bound and Helpless

@Nerdzul give me a diplomacy check for that.

Nevermore II "Ha! I had a feeling you'd say that!" Hey, El had enjoyed the food at Claremont, and that was good. She had probably never ever seen anything like this before. "C'mon, its this way." Charlie led El through the mall. He hadn't spent nearly as much time there as most other teens, but hey, it was fine. He still knew his way around the place. Along the way, he pointed out a number of shops, just to get El excited about things. "Lots of places with clothes around here, you can find pretty much any style you'd like. There's sports stores, some game stores, a few beauty places, a super market if you just wanna get your groceries, there's movies... Its all pretty cool, right?" At the food court, he threw his hand out, showing off the variety of shops. "So, what do you wanna get?"

GM The Great Detectives watched for a moment. The automatic woman headed in one direction, deciding her own path, choosing her own story. One that she pursued with the best intentions. A story that might end happily... or in tragedy. The Forever Boy and his companion were heading in the other direction. West, towards destiny, towards the fabled Wish Isle. Nothing but a streak of light in the distance by now, they two were together, their journey and story bound, for now, as they sought to make a wish that would perhaps change the face of Neverworld again. Darkness was falling. The light was fading. Whatever paths they choose, their time was limited. The summer was almost at an end, and it was time for the fall.

GM Heading West across the endless oceans... Heading towards destiny... The Forever Boy and the Thunderbird flew fast, across the endless oceans of Neverworld. On and on, as far as they could, and then, perhaps, a bit further. They had passed islands, lands and sea, ruin and wonder. And yet they did not stop. They could not stop. They must not stop. They had to fly, forevermore, not to rest, until their goal was in sight.

Forever Boy "EIRA!" Pan took a step towards her, called out and reach towards the sky. He was about to fly. It would be so easy to catch her, but... would it help at all? Not likely. No, her story would not be on the path that Pan had chosen, at least not yet. He did something that Micah had rarely seen. Pan frowned, as he turned to the Great Detectives. "Thank you." Pan slowed at Micah's touch, the frown slowly turning to a grin, as he rose alongside Micah. "Thank you, my friend. To the end of the line, then. And onwards to forever." Then he was off, a trail of gold and glimmer being all the detectives could soon see.

GM Some time between the story of then and now... Heading to Victori... Eira had left her companions behind. Her angelic form soaring across the skies of Neverworld, she had a first row seat to the destruction that the Hooked Man and his Sky-Pirates had caused across the world. Beneath her she saw ruined cities, displaced familes doing their best to survive in what had once been their homes. She saw slain beasts, passing by a capsized turtle the size of an island between New Avalon and Victori. And soon... she saw Victori, and Tham, the great factory city. The factories were still alive. Still producing the endless soldiers needed. Perhaps she would find the Mad Doctor that the Great Detectives had mentioned, or perhaps she would make do on her own. How long had the journey taken? It was difficult to tell. Time was, after all, strange in Neverworld.

Charlie's gonna go full Stealth, doing his little "disappear into shadows" while the others aren't looking trick with Stealth result at 25 with Skill Mastery. He'll be using his Remote Viewing Drones (his ESP power) to scout ahead, too.

GHOST Ow. It was like a knot in Casper's stomach. Like... he was just starting to feel hungry. He could really use a hotdog right about now... Was that the guy he was chasing? Maybe. He'd kept up, at least. And he pulled down and... got him. Both the Born Loser and his bike was pulled into the ground, stuck, struggling to get free, with Ghost appearing in front of him and reaching out to touch his forehead. The moment he made contact, the Born Loser jerked about, then fell to the side, unconscious. "That good enough?" But what was the guy in the skeleton getup going on about? Killing the girl? Yeah, that was not going to happen.

GM With the now wrecked and burning bike crashing before him, Angel stepped off his bike without a word. He walked towards some of the people that had been knocked out by whatever Buddy had done. He picked up a young girl, maybe eight years old. She was out cold, some cold sores starting to appear on her face, as Angel held her up, his hand around her neck. "No more tricks, firestarter. Show yourself, or the girl is dead." "It ain't that easy ta get me! C'mon, ya wanna make all these people starve, eh? C'mon up outta the ground!" The Born Loser was practically cackling to himself as he continued to swerve and turn on his bike, doing his best to stay out of Ghost's touch. Not easy, given he was underground, but he did his best. Cueball growled as he stepped up next to Angel, switching his axe to hold it with both hands.

Angel Picks up an unconscious girl and talks. The Born Loser Standard Action: Activates an area effect that hits just Ghost. DC20 Reflex Save for Area, followed by DC20/15 Fatigue effect. Ghost's Reflex Save: 15 Ghost's Fort Save vs DC15: 18 Cueball Moves near Angel. Ghost Born Loser gets to do a secondary effect Reflex Save vs. DC20 Snare: 14! Finally got him! Fail by more than 5, which means he's bound and helpless. Full Action: Coup de grace on the Born Loser with his damage effect, making it an automatic hit and crit. DC30 TOU for the Born Loser: 12 Fail by more than 15, Unconscious You're up! 26 - Cueball - Bruise (x2) 21 - Devil's Advocates - 10x Bound and Helpless 19 - Buddy - Unconscious 19 - Ghost - 2HP - Unharmed 12 - Sparkler - 1HP - Unharmed 10 - Angel - Unharmed 7 - The Born Loser - Unconscious, Bound and Helpless

Nevermore II "Eh, dragons are a dime a dozen, right? Demons are a whole different level, right?" Charlie countered to Luke, while he fiddled a bit with his gauntlet, giving the two lovebirds a second, before quickly turning around when Muirne asked. "Sure." He had researched things before he got in touch with either Luke or Muirne. It was just good practice. Don't go looking for trouble if you don't know what's going to happen. One of Alek's most useful lessons, in the long run. "The gang calls themselves the Cardinal Rats. Kinda new on the scene, always trying to different stuff to try to get an edge. They're not really good at it, but good at running away, so sounds like this might be their first win." Charlie paused briefly, grinning. "So, if Nightscale's done peeking on you, then yeah, I think we should go find his friend and see what he knows."