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"I haven't been at the school very long, and I've already been Back to the Future'd. You guys are horrible chaperones." Leon smirked as he looked around looking for anyone, or anything, else out of place "Well, I got no one to call for help. So unless you guys wanna call up the school and explain it to them, I say we grab our food and meander back over to the ride to have a chit-chat with the operator?" He glanced back at others. " Unless someone has a better idea?" He asked, maybe just a little hopefully.

Blackstaff nodded, acknowledging Dreamer's admittance of weakness. "Yes and yes." He admitted. "Both of those concern me at the moment. The 'something else' can wait 'til another time." He sighs and takes a moment to sit himself down on the deck. He hoped it would put the girl a little more at ease if he tried to be more at her eye level. "Look, I don't know who recruited you and I don't need to to know. But, I can guess that they told you Advay killed his co-worker and you want to bring him to justice. And you can assume that the professor hired me to help him escape the city." He reached into his pocket and pull the pack of gum out. Blackstaff unwraps a piece and starts to chew it. Putting the package and wrapper back into his jacket he leans back against the railing and looks across the deck at her. "The short version: I don't claim to know what happened first hand. Advay contacted me, claiming he was being framed for the murder of his co-worker and requested my help. Even paid in advance. It took me a while to find someone even willing to talk to me about it. But, from what I did manage to learn, I believed what he told me and choose to help him escape the city." Blackstaff spread his hands. "And now we're here, and that's my side of the story. I don't want to fight you if I don't have to. So, if you evidence to counter his claims, I'm willing to listen."

"Reaction, gauged." He thought and turned towards the spot in the office occupied by printer/copier. Extending a hand in it's direction, Leon made a single grabbing motion. The sound of rustling answered with a sudden flurry of paper erupting from the stored reams. Carried on an intangible wind the paper swarmed around him, some of it quickly forming a hoodie and a chain wrapped around his forearm. The rest of the paper forms into a baseball bat that Leon shoulders with a grin. Turning back to the Headmistress he offers a mock salute, still grinning. "Let's. Get. Dangerous."

Brute Power Level: 10 (142PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: -5 Attack / +5 Damage, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness In Brief: Advanced construct / flesh golem Catchphrase: Theme: Alternate Identity: varies (currently: Matthew Thate) (Secret) Birthplace: varies (currently: Freedom City, NJ) Residence: na Base of Operations: na Occupation: na Affiliations: Creepshow Family: na Description: Age: varies (currently: 35, DoB: 1995) Apparent Age: varies (currently: distorted 30s) Gender: varies (currently: male) Ethnicity: varies (currently: Caucasian) Height: varies (currently: 6.5 feet-ish) Weight: varies (currently: 350-ish) Eyes: varies (currently: brown) Hair: varies (currently: brown) History: Brute is a golem of flesh created by the flesh manipulating figure referring to himself as Creepshow. The current Brute was crafted from a man named Matthew Thate. Matthew was an auto mechanic who was hospitalize after automotive accident. He was pronounced dead after 4 hours of surgery, by the surgeon Dr Ethan Saddler. Later that night his body vanished from the hospital and records were changed to show the corpse had been properly processed. In reality, the body had been taken by Creepshow to be used as part of one of the villain’s experiments. Matthew was used as the base for what would become Creepshow’s muscle/bodyguard only referred to as ‘Brute’. Personality & Motivation: Whatever is left of Matthew’s personality and memories, if any, are suppressed by Creepshow’s tinkering. Brute’s only purpose now is merely to serve his master/creator. To which, he uses the considerable strength and power bestowed to him by his master/creator to carry out any orders given. Powers & Tactics: A living tank of a being, Brute lives up to its name. Brute utilizes the full extent of its strength to power through obstacles in its way. With little regard for tactics, it relies heavily on its abilities to take damage and shrug off blows until it can crush its opponent with its attacks. Although, its master/creator is able to access its senses and communicate over distance with it, directing it if seen fit. And if necessary, Creepshow can seize control of Brute and control it himself not unlike a puppet. Power Descriptions: Brute is a flesh golem, a ‘Frankenstien’ed bio-weapon, crafted to be strong and durable. Its body is distorted with occasional mismatched pieces. Its muscles are oversized and are obviously unsettling to look at. It's chest and arms are larger and longer than any human's should be. As such it always possesses inhuman strength and toughness, with a reach that some tend to misjudge. It can at times, at the need of its master/creator, be augmented with additional abilities. Theses abilities can sometimes cause the body to look even stranger and can sometimes come at the cost of reduced strength as an unfortunate side effect. Complications: Name: Description Abilities: 30 + 0 + 30 – 4 – 4 + 0 = 52PP Strength: 40 (+15) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 40 (+15) Intelligence: 6 (-2) Wisdom: 6 (-2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 10 (2PP / Base Attack) + 10 (2PP / Base Defense) = 20PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +5 Melee, +5 Ranged (+5 Base) Defense: +5 (+5 Base), +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +25 Knockback: -18 Saving Throws: 0 (1PP / Fortitude) + 5 (1PP / Reflex) + 7 (1PP / Will) = 12PP Toughness: +15 (+15 Con [10 Impervious]) Fortitude: +15 (+15 Con) Reflex: +5 (+0 Dex, +5) Will: +5 (-2 Wis, +7) Skills: 48R = 12PP (1PP = 4 Skill ranks) Intimidate 15 (+15) Notice 12 (+10) Search 12 (+10) Sense Motive 9 (+7) Feats: 7PP All-out Attack Chokehold Improved Grapple Improved Pin Power Attack Stunning Attack Takedown attack Powers: 6 + 12 + 10 + 11 = 39PP (Descriptors: all biological) Emotion Control 10 (Extras: Alternate Save [Fortitude], Area [Olfactory Perception]; Flaws: Limited [Fear], Range 2 [Touch]; Feats: Subtle) [6PP] (Chemical, Scent, Fear, Mental) Immovable 6 (Extra muscles; Extra: Unstoppable) [12PP] Impervious Toughness (Thick skinned; Extra: Impervious 10) [10PP] Super-Strength 5 (Extra Muscles; Feat: Groundstrike) [11PP] Drawbacks: -0 = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 38 Toughness Damage Groundstrike Touch DC 18 Reflex Damage Totals: Abilities (52) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (12) + Feats (7) + Powers (39) - Drawbacks (0) = Power Points 142

Blackstaff listened as Alaynah talked about her other passenger. “I though as much after talking to her.” He commented when the captain mentioned Dreamer’s intentions. But when she mentioned the demon bound to her, he nodded thoughtfully. It explained the girl’s questions earlier. He would have to see if he could help her after all this was over. He shook his head. “I’d rather not actually throw anyone overboard if I can help it. And, I’m not here for money.” He said. Considering the professor hadn’t actually paid him it money, it was technically true. “She seemed reasonable. I think she might listen if can talk it out.” Whatever Alaynah was about to say was interrupted and his attention shifted to the beeping monitor with her’s. Heeding her order, Blackstaff quickly grabbed the copilot’s seatbelt and snapped it into place as the boat picked up speed. As the tiny dot disappear from the screen he saw the captain relax a little. He almost started to relax himself when the wide flank of a second cutter filled the view before them. Blackstaff braced himself as Alaynah cut sharply to the right, narrowly missing the boat. But the second one was unavoidable. Luckily the Red Summer had lost a significant amount of momentum before it slammed into the side of the Coast Guard vessel. His head rang but he was fine as he looked over at Alaynah, a little blood ran from her nose where she had hit the steering wheel. “Sit tight.” He told her as he unbuckled and stood. “Be ready.” He added before moving as quickly as he could. He would have to check on Advay after this was done, but not right now. As he reached the stairs to the upper deck the boat lurched and swayed again. Except this time it was accompanied by a new sensation. A distinctly upward feeling of motion. “What in the nine hells?” He wondered as he fought the motion and climbed up to deck. What he saw next was not something he would forget anytime soon. A huge, multi-limbed creature cradled the old boat as it’s multiple wings carried them up into the air. A quick look around and he spotted ‘Heir’ half propped up against the railing looking strained and angry. Blackstaff only caught the tail ends of her decree as her glare looked like she was trying to strike the ship’s mage down where he laid. “Don’t do it.” He called from the stairs. He took a few cautious steps out onto the deck his hands open and empty. “Don’t do anything rash.” Blackstaff says, looking at Dreamer. His attention shifts to Zach, his tone more stern. “That goes for you as well.” He slowly moves towards the opposite side of the boat from Dreamer, not wanting to spook her further. At the railing he glances over, down at the water an easy 250 or so feet below. He was was again impressed by the young girl’s show of power. He could catch it if he had to... maybe. But he didn’t want to test that theory. “First things, first. I think we can do without the audience.” Blackstaff held his empty hands out, down towards the water. Under his breath he mutter a handful of what sounded like Latin or some other ancient language. Icy blue circles appear in the air around his hands, lines and symbols twisting around them. Below, the cold waters of the river grow warm as their chill is drawn up into the air above it. The new, cold air mingles with the warmer air saturating it until a dense mist forms in a matter of moments. The fog grows and rolls out across the river, filling it from bank to bank. Some of it even spilling over on to the shores as it rose up high enough to envelop the creature and the boat it carried. That done, he turns back to the other two on deck. His hands still out and empty as the icy blue magic fades into motes of light and vanish. “Now, I want to talk, but this seems like hardly the place for it. I won’t let them do anything to you.” He tried to give her a friendly, if not tentative smile. “Not that I don’t think you could protect yourself. Not after this little display.” He gestured at the massive winged creature she has conjured up.

HP to use alternate power Obscure 10 (10,000’ radius [1.89 miles], Extra: Duration [continuous]) [20pp] (magic) Let me know if I did that wrong. I tried to keep it simple.

Leon stood in line waiting to order. As he did his eyes moved from one group of people to the next, his old habits falling in line as he tried to make sure no one was trying to sneak up on him. Something was bothering him tho, but he couldn't put a finger on it at first. But as he continued, it started to register. "What the?" He hadn't even noticed Pan changing his the look of his clothing yet. He instead went from scanning just the crowd to scanning the boardwalk around them. "Hey, Tinkerbot." Leon says in a lowered voice directed at Eira. "You still got wifi? Anything funky popping up online?"

Was gonna have Blackstaff burn a HP to create a fog to hide the ship.

Toughness save 27 Edit: Scratch that. Accidentally rolled full Toughness, Should have only been a +1 so total should only be 18

Taking Tremayne's phone, Leon uses ite to video-call his own phone. Switching to the back camera, he leaves the line open as he pockets his phone and pulls out a few sheets of paper. He wraps Tremayne's phone in the paper then tosses the boy's phone into the air, the paper folding out into the body of a small bird with Tremayne's phone nestled in it's body. Pulling his own phone out again, Leon's screen shows the view from Tremayne's camera. The paper bird flays towards the house to get a look inside the windows. "Always case a target before going in." Leon says as he watches his phone to learn the layout, and possibly where the girls are inside.

Blackstaff opened his mouth to reply when the Hawaiian shirt claiming to be a man called Zach interrupted them. Christopher never saw the appeal of the style, but to each their own he thought. The captain was calling on him and it was only polite to hear her out. Looking back at 'Heir' he gave her a friendly smile and moved to stand. "I'm sorry, it looks like we'll have to continue this later." Excusing himself, Blackstaff crossed the deck to the stairs and descended. He mentally made a note of which door the professor's voice came from as he passed it... just in case. The armored girl seemed polite and hadn't struck him as very aggressive. But what she had said had him on alert. Opening the door to the bridge, he stepped inside carefully at Alaynah's invitation. He took the offered seat and regarded the captain. "She seems pleasant enough." He answered neutrally, but smiled. "Though I guess I've watched too many old pirate films. I thought stowaways were tossed overboard." He joked.

Blackstaff met Neil's attention and held up his hands in a placating gesture. "It's okay. We're not going to hurt." He said in a calm tone, trying to keep the creature's attention on himself and not startle it. Behind the goggles his eyes flickered in Oz's direction. He hoped the man had a way to restrain the cockatrice and chided himself for not making sure before hand. Slowly he moves his hand toward his coat pocket and the treats in it. "In fact, I think I have something you might like." Pulling out a couple treats, he cautiously tosses one to land in front of Neil.

Notice check 29

Leon waves Luke off as he side-eyes Pan. "I'm fine. I just prefer a good coaster over spinnin' like a top." He stretches a little and takes a deep breath. "And come on guys, you can get burgers anywhere. We're on the boardwalk..." He grins. "We need to get some chili-dogs and onion rings."

For all his bluster, the relentless spinning did a number on the young man. He did his best to play it off as he followed Eira and Pan off the ride with Luke. He preferred coasters over just spinning around, but luckily it only had him dazed for a moment or two as he found his balance. His sister would have loved it, he had yet to see her fazed by any kind of joyride, kinda like Eira. ”Must be nice not having an inner ear.” He jokes and glances at Luke to see how he was handling it. He looked back at Eira and gave her an inquisitive look. “Do you even eat? Do have a literal hollow leg or somethin’?” Leon snickered.

Leon glances in the direction of the office door when it opened. He caught the colors of the setting set behind the head mistress as she stood there. When the sky outside turned a sudden, sickly green from the hellish looking flames he was on he feet in an instant. He only caught a glimpse of the flames through the windows when the metal shutters slammed into place. ”The fu-“ He started to say when he looked over at Luke. “I really hope this isn’t a usual thing around here. Although the after the prom...” He let the statement trail off. Leon turned his attention to Head Mistress Summers to gauge her response on just how bad this was by her reaction.

Will save 19 Needed to roll a 17 or better. ?

Blackstaff raised an eyebrow quizzically and eyed the table and chairs the armored girl had conjured out of thin air. He hadn't seen her cast any spell of even felt the familiar stirring of magic that came with casting, but it was definitely some form of magic he thought. "Must be something innate. Is she a demon or some other creature from the beyond Earth's realm?" He wondered as he eyed her again. "No, I don't think so." He watched the creatures that seemed drawn to her, help her down. At first he thought it was because of the armor, but something else tugged at the corner of his thoughts. He dismissed it for now and focused on 'Heir' as she spoke again. "No, thank you." He said, politely turning down the drink. He was on the clock, as it were. Plus, until he was sure about her, he shouldn't trust anything she could simply conjure up. Sitting across from her he listened to her recount of events without interrupting. As she did so, he added to the profile he had been putting together of her. He had already ruled out her being a demon, or a devil for that matter. Nothing about the girl struck him as being of the fair folk, maybe a changeling though? He couldn't tell her features past the armor. From what she said, he didn't think she was a part of any of the clans. She had to be an outside agent, like himself. He nodded as she mentioned Professor Upal by name, acknowledging he knew who he had brought with him. Blackstaff tilted his head a little as he looked at her for a silent moment. She was being earnest as far as he could tell. Not looking away from her gaze he answered as honestly as he felt he could. "I would wager, for the same reason as you're here. I believe my client, just as you seem to believe yours."

Blackstaff ignored the protests of the for the most part to start with. As the crowd became more agitated he tried to calm them with a polite tone. "Look, we're sorry. We're just looking for a-" What ever he was about to say was cut off by the sudden scream. Blackstaff cursed under his breath and turned to look. The cockatrice was sitting calmly in front of the screen, for now. He didn't want to wait to see for how long. Oz was already approaching from his side. Blackstaff began to move down his side as he tried avoid the crowd that he was sure was about to start panicking. "Everyone, please remain calm and do as he said. Close your eyes." He tried to sound calm and authoritative. "We are trained to deal with these kinds of situations." He lied. And if Oz looked at him he'd just give a little shrug. Blackstaff looks around for anything that might be helpful. He gaze settles on the curtains hanging by the screen. An idea forms as he creeps closer and he starts gathering magic and shaping the spell in his mind.

"Not that you're bragging." Leon teased as he followed the others onto the ride and began to secure himself. "I think we got this." Leon grinned. Only Leon's expression stiffened as he matched Pan's gaze. "Being a trickster is fun, but stealing is survival." He thought to himself. "Pretty boy probably never had to work for anything in his life." He looked away as the ride started, trying to enjoy the ride as he watched the ground fall away and the momentum pick-up.

Blackstaff nodded thoughtfully, studying 'Heir' as she spoke. It was only for moment, but he thought he saw something troubling her. "To be honest, it can be difficult to tell sometimes. I'm sure it would never freely give it's true name, but if you knew the name it went by you might find a lead." He said. "You could maybe trace the name back, find out what realm it originated from. As long as it hadn't took up the name of another creature. They do that sometimes to hide themselves." Blackstaff regarded the mounted girl for a moment, then reached into his jacket. He produced a business card and held it up to 'Heir'. "If you're having problems with something nasty, I can try to help. Or, if you just want someone to dig up info I can try to help with that too."

Blackstaff glanced around the screening room. He leans closer to Oz and lowers his voice. "I'll check the left if you take the right. Hopefully there's enough light so if one of us spots him, they can signal the other. We'll see if we can lure him out with the treats without causing a scene." He suggests as he pulls the package of treats. He divides the threats, stuffing some in his coat pocket and handing the rest of the package to Oz.

Leon sat beside Luke in the head mistress's waiting room. He had received a couple 'care packages' from his freedom flaunting siblings, but someone had said something to the right person. So now; a new TV, game system and one surprise floor inspection later here he was. He sat reading a book as he waited for his turn to see Miss Summers. Leon lowered his copy of Blackout and glanced sideways at Luke with a smirk, then over at Adam. He didn't take long to size-up of the older boy. Something was off about him, and it wasn't just the boy's skin tone. Leon couldn't decide what it was at the moment. "My guess, not getting out enough. It's called the sun, you should try it some time." He smirks and glances back at Luke. "He looks like he should be in the background of my book." He waves the paperback to emphasize his point.

Ah, okay.

Blackstaff eyed 'Heir' casually, nodding at her inquiry regarding magic. "Demons? I suppose that depends. There are a lot of creatures that get mislabeled as demons." He blew a small bubble and popped it as he thought. "If you mean actual demons from one of the outer realms, I have studied them some." He gives 'Heir' a friendly smile as he leans back against the railing. "Normally I charge a consultation fee, but it looks like we'll be stuck together here for a bit. So, what can I help you with?"