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Predator The polished metal of the Predator armor nodded. “Of course Dr Fields. I’ve been following the research of ASTRO Labs. Your work has been inspiring.” She turned to regard the trucks. Her interior screens displaying various information on them. She ignored it for the time and looked aside at the young women that had agreed to this guard duty. The information she had in the hero calling herself Shooting Star was nearly nil. This would be an opportunity to gather more intel on her. Cynthia had identified several markers matching a young super she had met briefly a couple years ago when she and several other heroes had been called in to capture the Contenders. Predator nodded to Shooting Star. “You may address me as Predator while we are in the field.”

Lark - WIP Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: None In Brief: Part-time college student/part-time secretary/part-time werewolf Catchphrase: *** Theme: Bad Moon on the Rise Alternate Identity: Lark Williams (Secret) Birthplace: Emerald City Residence: ECU Dorms, Emerald City Base of Operations: Blackstaff Investigations Occupation: College Student, Business Major Affiliations: Blackstaff Family: Mother and Father Description: Age: 25 (DoB: September 17th, 1998) Apparent Age: mid 20s Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5’ 10” / 7’ 3” Weight: 138lb / 242lb Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dirty-Blonde / Light Brown Description: Lark looks average enough in her size and build, but take a closer look as you can notice the defined muscles under the softness of college life. She shares a lot of her looks with her mother including her dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. As a werewolf, Lark is capable of assuming a giant sized wolf or the stereotypical hybrid form. Her fur is a light brown but her inhuman eyes keep their hazel coloring . Razor sharp claws and fangs complete the look. History: While in her freshman year as Business major at Emerald City University, Lark was attacked by a werewolf one night. She was the only survivor of the group she had been with. Weeks in the hospital and questions from police and media left her feeling scared and tired, but it wasn’t until the next full moon approached and the nightmares began that she truly felt the terror. She had transformed into a savage beast like the one that had attacked her for two nights straight before stumbling across Blackstaff’s office. He had already been investigating the attacks that were occurring every full moon, when Lark explained she had survived the previous attack he quickly agreed to help her. Using her connection to her attacker the two tracked down the werewolf responsible for the ‘Full Moon Murders’ as the media had dubbed them. With the werewolf responsible for turning her dead, Lark’s nightmares stopped. But in truth she was still deeply afraid of her condition. Blackstaff attempted to remove the curse, but was unable to. Instead he promised to help her control the transformations and the easy now inside her clawing to escape. So, she began working at his office as his secretary/office assistant. Though she has recently pressed Blackstaff to be more involved with cases. Personality & Motivation: Lark is cheerful and upbeat. She had planned on a simple life running a business of her own. And while her condition complicates things, she still wants to make something of herself. Courageous and strong willed, she has practiced with her werewolf nature to better control it. She isn’t afraid to put herself in danger to help someone else, though she still sometimes overestimates her abilities. Power Descriptions: Lark is a werewolf, complete with all its weaknesses. Silver and wolf’s bane being two biggest. Her curse is magical in nature. Complications: Silver Bullet: The touch of silver can burn causing her to be weary of it. Herbalism: Wolf’s bane can cause a range of reactions depending on how it is handled or processed. Mark of the beast: Other creatures can sometimes sense when a predator is near. This can cause complications ranging from unintentional intimidation to unwanted irrational fear of her depending on the creature and situation. Call of the Wild: Strong magical or mental forces could cause her to change uncontrolled, perhaps even enraging her and driving her to attack indiscriminately. ABILITIES 6+ 4 + 4 + 6 + 6 + 4 = 30PP Strength: 16/26 (+3/+8) Dexterity: 14/18 (+2/+4) Constitution: 14/24 (+2/+7) Intelligence: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 14 (+2) COMBAT 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +8 (+4 Dex, +4 Imp Init) Attack: +10 melee (+4 Base, +6 Attack Focus [melee]) Defense: +10 (+4 Base, + 6 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +7/+9 (+4 Melee Attack, +8 Strength, /+2 Super-Str) Knockback Resistance: -1/-3 SAVING THROWS 3 + 5 + 7 = 15PP Toughness: +2/+10(+2/+7 Con, +3 Protection, Impervious 6) Fortitude: +5/+10 (+2/+7 Con, +3PP) Reflex: +7/+9 (+2/+4 Dex, +5PP) Will: +10 (+3 Wis, +7PP) SKILLS 56R = 14PP Acrobatics 6 (+10) Computers 7 (+10) Concentration 3 (+6) Drive 2 (+6) Investigate 7 (+10) Knowledge, Arcane Lore 2 (+5) Knowledge, Economics 7 (+10) Knowledge, Pop-culture 2 (+5) Knowledge, Technology 2 (+5) Medicine 2 (+5) Notice 7 (+10) Search 7 (+10) FEATS 15PP Attack Focus [melee] 6 Dodge Focus 6 Evasion 1 Improved Grapple Improved Initiative POWERS 18 + 14 + 30 = 62PP Combat Array 8 (16PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 2) [18PP] BP: Damage 10 [16PP] (Extra: Penetrating 6) AP: Enhanced Strength 10 [10PP] AP: Emotion control 10 (Frightful Roar; Extra: Area [General, Burst: 50’ radius] Flaw: Limited [Fear], Sense-dependant [Hearing]; Drawback: Noticeable) [9PP] Alternate Form Array 3 (15PP Array; Feat: Alternate Power 1, Flaw: Action 2 [Standard action]) [14PP] BP: Alternate Form 3 (Hybrid form, Disability: mute [common, moderate, -3PP) [11/15PP] Protection 3 (Impervious 6) [9PP] Speed 1 [1PP] Super-Strength 2 (+10 Str for carry capacity and +2 Str for sustained activity) [4PP] AP: Alternate Form 3 (Wolf form; Disability: no hands [common, moderate, -3PP], Disability: mute [common, moderate, -3PP) [8/15PP] Protection 3 (Impervious 6) [9PP] Speed 2 [2PP] Super-Sense 3 (Hearing: Extended, Scent: Extended, Tracking: Scent) [3PP] Physical Container 6 [30PP] Enhanced Constitution 10 [10PP] Enhanced Dexterity 4 [4PP] Regeneration 11 (Recovery Bonus +2, Bruised 2 [standard action], Injured 2 [5 minutes], Ability 1 [5 hours], Disabled 1 [5 hours], Feats: Diehard, Persistent, Regrowth) [11PP] Speed 1 [1PP] Super-senses 4 (Scent, Ultra-Hearing, Danger Sense 2: Hearing, Scent) [4PP] Drawbacks Vulnerable: Silver (Uncommon, Major [x2 damage]) [-3PP] Weakness: Contact with Silver (Major, -1 drain all ability scores every round) [-4PP] ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Damage Touch DC25 Toughness Damage (Physical) TOTALS Abilities (30) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (14) + Feats (15) + Powers (62) - Drawbacks (7) = 145/150 Power Points

Concerned neighbors had come to his office. A strange, spirit like entity had been seen on the streets. The spirit was handing out gifts, gifts Blackstaff had quickly determined were magical in nature. And while none of the ones he’d seen appeared to be malevolent in nature, people were worried. Something about the magic was familiar but he couldn’t put a finger on how. He couldn’t fault them their suspicions so here he was now, exhaling frosty breaths as he walked the city streets alone. He had Lark at the office to coordinate any new sightings of their target. It wasn’t easy with the ‘spirit’ seeming to move around at random. It also didn’t help that the only consistent description was a pale young woman riding… something. “I’m two blocks away from there.” He said into his cellphone as he glanced up at a street sign. “Thanks Lark, you’re an excellent employee and you deserve a raise.” “You’re right, I do. I should really talk to my boss, but he can be rather stingy sometimes.” “Ouch.” Blackstaff chuckled. “Call me if anything comes in.” He hung up and pocketed the old flip-phone. It was old, but durable and had a higher likelihood of servicing his magic than a newer smartphone despite Lark’s insistence that he should get one.

Did Chimera manage a grapple?

Christopher leaned back in his chair again and nodded. “I understand. I suppose I have my work cut out for me then. You wouldn’t happen have something like a hand written note from him or something.” He gave Professor Armitage a confident smile. “Otherwise, I accept the case. I’ll do everything in my power to locate your associate.” He stood up and offered the professor a hand. “I’ll contact you myself once I find him. Until then, if you think of anything useful or have any questions feel free to call the office Ms. Williams or myself should be available.” Lark gave the professor a smile and nodded.

Leon gave Owain a friendly nudge. “Told you before, Luke and I will be your wingmen whenever you need us.’ He grinned, then smirked at Alice. “I’ve been trying to get Owain to give me some insider intel so I could place a couple bets, but he’s always saying’ that it wouldn’t be right. But I think I’m wearing him down.” He laughed and watched as Luke took the bottle from Alice. He chuckled as his bestfriend exhaled a small flame. “Hey now, don’t hog it all.” Holding out his hand for the bottle.

Predator Jean smiled up at Tiamat and gave her a polite nod. “Thank you for the warning. Thankfully I seem to compatible with most of the normal foods here, but there are some I try to avoid on principle.” She gave the taller woman inquisitive eye as she searched her memory. “You are called… Tiamat, if I’m not mistaken.” She held her hand out. “My name is Jean, Jean Dweomer. I also go by the callsign Predator. You may have seen me on TV last year. The media found me somewhat newsworthy for a cycle or two before interest waned. Thankfully.” Jean chuckled. “I’ve been in the Freedom Tower for over a year now but I’m afraid I don’t leave the lab very often. Luckily I have a few friends willing to ‘remind’ me that social interactions outside of work are healthy.” Jean smiled and glanced around. “I’m afraid though that I only have passing familiarity with many heroes from what I’ve read in files, like yourself. And I must say, the photos in your file are not nearly flattering enough for your, shall we call, majesty.” She gave Tiamat a friendly smirk.

Paper The paper wolf had laid down to become a makeshift table just the right height for the children as he handed out mugs. He turned as Neko caught his would be sneak attacker. He gave the kid a big grin even as he wagged a finger. “Now, now. You need to be sneakier than that if you want to be a proper thief.” He holds up a mug for little Matthew, ruffling his hair playfully once he takes it. He smiles at Neko as he holds out a mug for her as well. ‘She looks pretty cute holding a kid.’ He thought for a moment, before realizing where that train of thought led. He quickly looked away and took a sip of his own cocoa. “Gonna be an interesting night.” He chuckles as a couple of the young climb on the paper wolf and tug at its tail.

Predator Jean handed her jacket to an attendant and smoothed out a wrinkle in her dress. It was a red with white trim, knee length with a slit up the right thigh to her hip. A Santa hat sat perched over one ear. Her friend Ashley, also known as Copycat amongst other names, had helped her pick her outfit out. She and parter had agreed that the hat completed the look with poorly hidden amusement, but she wore it proudly. As she entered the lobby she spotted a group of younger attendees. They were chatting amongst themselves as the anthro-fox strode past them. Something reached her nose and she pause a moment before continuing on into the party. Other heroes were already here, mingling as she looked around the room. Numerous costumes were familiar from the files she studied in her free time. Most were in costume, as she often did Jean elected to arrive sans armor. It was less awkward for social interactions. Besides, everyone knew who she was.

Paper “Who wants hot cocoa?” Leon asked with a grin as he slipped into the room Neko had rounded up the younglings in. His shirt sported a Daleck wearing a Santa hat with ‘CELEBRATE’ written under it. Behind him a large paper wolf entered carrying a large tray on its back. It was loaded with steaming mugs and a bag of mini marshmallows. In his hands were larger mugs for himself and Neko. His girlfriend had been excited to do this. It wasn’t just the money either as far as he could tell. Leon had been happy to offer his services when she had mentioned it. The way her face had lit up had been worth spending the evening watching the little ones.

Leon cheered along as Bernadette sang. He couldn’t help but snicker as a couple of her dupes came out for the next track. He gave Luke a little knowing shove as he chuckled. He glanced around the room and something niggles at the back of his mind but he just couldn’t pin anything down. It was crowded and Leon didn’t want to worry about it right now. He turned back and took a drink from his glass as he tapped his foot with the beat. Absently he wondered how she explained that to the rest of the band. He didn’t think they were all like them, but he could be wrong. Either way, Leon was enjoying himself.

Leon looked over as Luke and Alice joined them and grinned. “Oh, hey there.” He gave his best friend a high five before offering Alice a one armed hug around the shoulders. “A little som’in-som’in to warm the bones.” He grinned and gave her hair a quick ruffle and laughed before stepping back to stand beside Neko again as she produced her own bounty. He slipped an around her shoulder and smirked at Owain, he may have shared in Neko’s early revelry. He nodded as Luke mentioned graduation and finding a place to split the rent. “The usual shenanigans. We did have a little road trip after graduation. It was pretty boring.” He flashed a smirk that said differently. ”How about you?”

Paper His construct collapsed under him, paper pooling around the floor. Leon landed in a crouch and gave Chump a mock offended look placing a hand on his chest. “That was very rude.” He chided in mock indigence. It was like a trigger and all hell broke loose. Something went off and foam blossomed around Casanova, but some hot topic reject produced a couple axes and cut him free. Shields shouted at Paper and he felt the pressure on his mind. Paper shook it off and flashed the would be dominator a smirk. Giving him double one finger salutes. Multi-Girl ‘exploded’, landing a clean sucker punch on the big guy as well as taking out a bunch of small fries. She was followed closely by Nightscale literally roared past them to go full linebacker on the jerk. From the corner of his eyes he managed to catch sight of their friend Muirne, aka Shadowborne,calling up her shadows on Nightscale and Multi-Girl. That might be a problem. Chump seemed off balance as Paper turned his attention back to him. “See, what’s so great about Sue, it’s that she’s a clever girl.” Paper swept his hand upwards and a giant maw erupted from the paper covering the floor. Massive teeth and jaws snapping closed on Chump, pinned him in place as the T-Rex head starts emerging with the Chump struggling in its mouth.

Snare attempt on Chump Range attack: 12… -1 HP Range attack: 23 better So Chimp needs a Ref save DC20 Alternate Power: [32PP] (Additional Descriptors: Paper Cocoon) Snare 10 (Range: 10 100-ft Increments, 1000ft Max; Feats: Accurate 2 [+4 Attack], Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Indirect 3, Obscures Senses 2 [Sense Types: Auditory, Visual], Reversible, Subtle, Tether) [32/36]

Leon sported a white hoodie against the mild bite of the chill of the air, even though it wasn’t closed. A red strip down one arm framed large block letters spelling R.o.D.. The shirt under it was a solid red with black trim. Typical jeans, Converse, and a pair of fingerless gloves completed the look. He squeezed Neko’s arm and flashed her a smile as they moved through the crowd. The holiday when creeping closer and people were rushing around. He wasn’t too concerned with it or New Year’s, but the more important day after it. His girlfriend’s birthday. When Alice had reached out about the party he had made sure it was okay to bring extra guests. Neko was an obvious choice, but Owain had been a little reclusive and he hoped this would get him to liven up a little. It wasn’t sneaking out in the middle of the night to do a little underage drinking, so it hadn’t been too hard to convince him. Not that wasn’t going to be a little drinking today. The party that had sprung up from the market was brightly colored and cheerful at a glance. Leon could almost forgive the excesses of Christmas decor. At Neko’s urging Owain gave a rousing chorus of something old but festive. Leon had to give him that, Owain had a nice deep singing voice. He needed to drag the boy to drama club.

GM Ramsey backed away from the woman after cuffing her. She pulled her weapon again but kept it pointed at the ground. Pascal just kept his own hand on his holstered pistol, not fully trusting himself just yet. At Sea Devil’s initial suggestion, something flickered across Pascal’s face. When she amended it, his expression changed somberly like he regretted what he had been thinking. The detective did his best to shake it off as Nightscale continued. Pascal regarded the heroes, then looked at his partner. Ramsey gave him a small shrug and he nodded. He gave Sea Devil a grateful nod. “I know when we’re just in the way.” He sighed and looked back at Diamondlight and Nightscale. “We‘ll radio for back up and make sure this one is on her way to Blackstone, while you guys look for the other… whatever’s out there.”

“Just tryin’ to be a good wingman.” Leon gave his roommate a smirk. “Look at you, out there talking to girls.” He snickered and looked back towards the bar with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. “Huh.” He shook his head and grinned. “Maybe I’ll get to see her in action myself.” By now, the previous act had cleared off and Bernadette and her bandmates were coming out. Leon hollered and gave a piercing two finger whistle. Sure he had a girlfriend he loved more than anything, but he could still appreciate a redhead in a school uniform. As the first notes dropped he had to laugh. The might as well be the school’s official anthem given the tendencies of the student body. Leon pumped his fist along with the beat.

Christopher watched the Professor as he spoke of Mr Dickens. He had known similar men, worked with a few even, he nodded knowingly. At the mention of the wreath, his attention perked. His brows furrowed and searched his own memories for anything he may had heard of the golden wreath. It rang a bell, but he couldn’t recall anything off-hand. “Nothing like that comes without some kind of cost.” He agreed. “Be it a curse or simply a lapse in judgement, Mr Dickens could cause serious trouble if left alone.” Christopher pulls a small note pad out. He realized Lark was still standing near the door. She gave him a smug smirk and he just cracks barest of smiles before continuing professionally. “Do you have his contact information? Also a description and the last place he was seen would be helpful.”

I figured he could, but it would be rude to leave on the middle of the conversation (lol) After the meeting he can get Morrowind to help him with the research.

I meant about the golden wreath.

Gonna try a Knowledge, Arcane Lore check: 16 ouch. Probably not getting much from that.

Willl save DC20: 22

The Hallow was as loud and crowded as to be expected. It wasn’t the first time he and Luke had been in the club, but it was the first time they’d been invited by one of the acts. Boys had arrived early and claimed a small table off to one side of the main dance floor. But it still had a clear view of the stage that was currently being clear of the previous act. They’d been okay, but nothing to write about. Leon nudged past a group of club goers with two drinks to rejoin his flatmate. He grinned as he set Luke’s drink down and took a seat. “Hey.” He raised his voice over the din of background noise. “Just met a couple of cuties at the bar.” It was a reoccurring thing now when they went out. Leon meant well, trying to encourage Luke to talk to girls lately since no one had heard from Muirne in ages. “Couple of college girls too.” He teased. “Jamie and Jennifer, how cute is that?” He grinned but he knew his friend wouldn’t take the bait. The goodie-to-shoes dragon was just too loyal. Not that Leon was gonna fault his best friend for that… But he still had to try.

The Neon Trees were calling from the speakers to reassure the listeners that, in fact, Everybody Talks as Leon checked his phone for a moment, keeping one eye on the road as he did so. “Well, if the GPS is right, there’s a place further down where we should be able to get ‘authentic’ tacos and fireworks of questionable legality.” Luke could actually hear the quotation marks around the ‘authentic’ and picture the mischievous grin Leon gave when he mentioned the fireworks without even looking at his friend. He was chuckling lightly when he noticed the girl on the side of the road himself. He glanced at his best friend with inquisitively raised eyebrows. He gave Luke a little shrug and an ‘it’s a damsel in distress, what else can we do’ look. “Hold on tight.” Was the only warning he gave as he hit the brakes. The Impala skidded and kicked up a trail of dust and tire smoke as it came to a stop just past the young woman. He turned down the radio and little and set the car in Park before he hopped up to sit on the back of the seat. He turn back towards the woman and called out. “Vegas and points in between.” Leon gave her his best smile.

Blackstaff using his Magical Awareness super sense. Let me know if you need a roll.