Veiled Malice

No problem, I was just wondering if you were waiting on me. ;)

Yes, a construct can have regeneration. However, please note that you still have to make recovery rolls in order to get back lost injuries, staggered or disabled conditions. The only ones that are automatic when the time period has eclipsed are bruises and unconscious. What all that means is you'll have to put 5 points into the recovery roll bonus in order to break even on that roll. (A Con of - means you naturally have a -5 to any recovery rolls, just as if you had a Con of 0)

So... are you going to post, Heritage, or should I just go on?

I'll have a post up tonight. I'm dragging my feet so badly all over. :oops:

Looks like it added more than that. :shock:

Let me be the first to congratulate you, good sir! Join me at the table of collegians and we will point and laugh at all of the plebeians who remain ignorant! (Try to imagine me with a really upper-crust accent as you read the above )

Indeed! New blood is always welcome around here! blood... blooood.... :twisted:

Awww... you don't wanna play the whole transsexual thing? Maybe make like Ranma 1/2? No? :)

Actually, it's more like several miles per cm. In the book, they've got sections of a much more detailed map, and there it's one per cm. So, just guessing, I'd say the map on the site is 10 miles per. But that's a pretty rough guess.

From the journal of Renichi Sonada - October 30th, 2007: [recording begins] I hadn't been in town for more than ten minutes before witnessing a super-crime. I think I'm going to fit in well here. But let me start from the beginning. I've started a journal so I can chronicle my exploits in Freedom City. Why there? Several reasons. It's a hotbed of metahuman activity, so one more powersuited (as far as anyone knows) individual should go relatively unnoticed. For another, despite the presence of other metas that could likely make trouble for me, I remain confident that my strength and speed will be up to the task of keeping me one step ahead. However, the main reason I am here... is because it's not Japan. Everything there reminded me of what came before. I simply couldn't stay. Here, at least, I've escaped my past, however fleetingly. The pain remains, though. It's my curse and my blessing. It's the only thing that keeps me feeling at all human anymore. My insides might be wires and metal, but I've still got a soul. Of course, that might be my problem to begin with. In any case, I made a textbook atmospheric reentry into Freedom City tonight. In retrospect, I needn't have bothered with such precautions. Perhaps because of the presence of so many metahumans, the radar defense systems of the city appear substandard of what one might expect. Either they rely far too much on metahuman support (likely), or they simply didn't want to shoulder the expense of investigating every man-shaped projectile hurtling through the air at hundreds of miles an hour. (equally likely) As I explained, I hadn't been in town for more than a couple minutes when a fire broke out in the residential area behind me. It appeared some pyromaniac meta had taken it upon himself to enact a ritual known as "Devil's Night". Apparently, the night before Halloween (see attached in-depth opinions on archaic Western traditions) has been designated as "Devil's Night", and is used as a flimsy excuse for causing mayhem in some circles - paticularly supervillain ones. Whoever he was, his fun was quickly shut down by a metallic man of some kind. (Possibly a synthetic life form as well? It did not appear to me a suit. Too form-fitting.) In any case, an eventful night. An in-depth analysis will have to wait for later. It appears I am about to be accosted by several rejects from a Hollywood gangster movie. *fainter voice* What did you say about us, punk?! ... Note to self: acquire some other way to make audio entries besides a tape recorder. *Sound of impact, bone breaking, cry of pain* Ah yes, now where was I? My internal structure is composed primarily of ballistic polymers, making punching me a singularly bad idea- [recording ends] (Events can be found here: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=67)

Almost owlishly, Johnny Speed could only watch as Velocity's hyper fast punch connected cleanly with his face, blowing him off his feet. The back of his legs nailed the railing around the walkway, tipping the man over and sending him head over heels into the machinery below. It was there that she lost track of him. Too much motion blinded her to his position after he'd fallen... which meant he could still be anywhere. "Did... did you get him?" Robert's quavering voice piped up from behind her. The boy had taken cover behind a control panel for the walkway's lateral movement function, shivering slightly and looking about in barely-contained fear. "Not yet," a voice boomed from... everywhere, seemingly. The PA system had crackled to life, easily carrying over the sound of the machinery below. At the other end of the walkway, the door sealed shut, cutting off Velocity's possible escape route. "You don't get to go just yet, girl. And you certainly don't get to leave with the traitor there."

Since we're not in combat rounds anyway, and are using a sliding dramatic scale for time keeping, it won't be a problem.

You're one of two things: 1) A glutton for punishment or 2) A drama major (which essentially amounts to the same thing) Okay, I don't have a ton of time here today, but here are the big things I see as "wrong". You might see them as character builders, but having a negative toughness and no upgrades to your saving throws are going to get Jason rendered unconscious a lot. You have no attacks, and no way to actually hit anyone anyway with an attack bonus of +0. I should tell you that even normal people have a +1 or +2 there. Plus, with a defense bonus of +1, you will be hit and go down each time you are. I'm not quite sure what you expect to get out of this guy. I know you're trying to make an "off-beat" character, but I think you might have gone to far in trying to present him challenges. In fact, I know you have. Weakness (Human Touch)? With a guy geared to help people out? This is a clear example of form coming before function to me. I'm sorry I'm so blunt in my assessment here, but unless you're a very special type of person, this guy is not going to be any fun to play. Just my two cents.

Yeah, that was called "The Professional" in the US. "The Cleaner" was a crap movie with Cedric the Entertainer over here. Ugh. Anyway, that's really the first time I'd seen Jean Reno in a starring role, and I was blown away. It's a really good film.

Dunno about that. In the previews, Downey has been dynamite to me. He's got some serious personality going, and I like the way they're taking Tony Stark.

Well, here's the problem with that: one, you cannot project your field at a distance unless you buy it up to ranged. If the people are in your field range already, it's fine, but then I don't understand why you wouldn't want to protect yourself as well. Two, you cannot imprison people with a force field, or at least not an unenhanced one. You'd need to add on Affects Others and Attack (a +1 and +0 respectively) before you could do what you're talking about. At the price, it's cheaper to simply get Create Object at a high level and tack on Subtle 2 so they are invisible. It's not a bad idea, though.

I call Bosley! :D

Since I think I took most of your opportunities for discovery from the last deathtrap, I'll just post what you're feeling/hearing here and you can make the determination. As I've told Heritage in the chat, to Grimalkin, it doesn't feel like the heat is coming from below her. She's not sure where it is coming from, however. To Nightrival's trained ears, (that is to say, not deafened by the previous room ) the same thing seems to be happening. A fire that large should be creating a steady roar, but it seems to be an uneven crackle. Oh, and I modified the previous post to include the door slamming shut.

Wasn't sure if you wanted to attack yet, but okay. Johnny Rotten has a 47. Dang, he sucked at that roll.

I've seen one character with Attractive 4, but he was a god. Literally. I think you can take that down a bit.

Yeah, Nanowire's a perv. There's just no way around it. :D

By now, Ren had been through the terrors of time travel, evil mirror duplicates, a bank heist gone disastrously awry, and most horrifying of all, the dread first date. By now, he’d faced down the worst life had to throw at him, and frankly, he felt he’d weathered it well. Going to your girlfriend’s house, though… that was a little bit different. All the other dates had been conducted on neutral ground, granting the advantage to neither of them. But now, he dared beard the lioness in her own den; challenge the dragon for her treasure; fight the wizard for her knowledge… Ren commented to himself mentally. It took him a while to hike out of Southside this time of night. He had to be sure he kept his head down and didn’t tick off anybody looking to jack an easy mark. In the short six months he’d been in Freedom City, Ren was still continually amazed at how well he’d adapted from life in Japan. Part of it had to do with his confidence that none of the jokers in his neighborhood could actually hurt him, and people tended to pick up on that. There were exceptions, of course. Every so often, he had to remind people of why you don’t try to mug the harmless-looking Japanese guy in the corner apartment. The other part had to do with the girl he was now going to visit. Over the past couple of months, Lynn and he had deepened their connection with each other, something for which Ren was deeply grateful. Without her, he long ago would have slid into full-blown villainy. Although… every now and then he did still get the urge to do something against the public good - just for kicks. Whether it was the thought of Lynn being angry with him or something more tangible, like prison time, he’d held off so far. But if those guys down the street didn’t stop playing their stereo so late at night, he was going to have to do something drastic. Not needing to sleep didn’t mean that he didn’t occasionally need some quiet time. By the time Ren had made the hike from Southside to anywhere important, it had gotten late. Being late for his first date was bad enough, but there was no way he’d repeat the performance tonight. He ducked into a nearby alley and walked quickly towards the nearby parking lot of a grocery store. One short transformation later, Nanowire buzzed the skyline of Freedom City, closing in on his girlfriend’s place at a disgusting rate of speed. Before he knew it, Ren was there. He ditched his armor on a nearby rooftop and started down to street level so he could climb up the fire escape to her apartment. As Lynn's building had no interior access to any floors higher than the fifth, he knew it would be something of a climb in order to get up there. But as approached the roof edge, he found himself staring directly into Lynn's bedroom. The building upon he now stood just so happened to be level with her apartment. Just as he prepared to call across to her to make her aware of that fact, she started shifting through various outfits, most likely in preparation for their date. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem, but as she entered her "neutral" form, almost nothing about her was left to the imagination. There Ren stood, transfixed and paralyzed by his girlfriend's beauty, a deep red blush working it's way across his face. Internally, his conscience and libido warred for control of his body. Although mostly inorganic, and a big believer in proper behavior towards women (women who were trying to kill him notwithstanding), he was still a 19 year old man. His conscience was quickly battered into submission and stuffed into a closet as his libido forced him to keep watching. To pacify any lingering doubts, his hormones even constructed a flimsy excuse for him: They'd been dating for some time, and so far, they hadn't done anything that could be construed as improper. Surely Lynn couldn’t fault him for wanting to see more of her? Perhaps this would take their relationship to the next level? All too quickly, Lynn's outfit had been chosen, and the guilt he felt for spying on her crashed down. he chastised himself. A big grin split his face as he appeared in her window and tapped lightly.

And two more Notice checks, please. One is for hearing, so any bonuses you have there will add in. The other is for touch. Same rules apply, and be sure to denote which roll is which.

The door opened inward easily, and at the same time, the mind-rending screech kicked off, revealing the hallway behind them to be nothing more than a plain passageway with nothing amiss. A few areas, the ones Nightrival had seen before, stood out in his vision. Tripwires and pressure plates, hooked up to what he had to imagine were not welcoming prizes. It seemed the noise was the cause of all of the distortions. Even blocking most of it out had only done so much to help. Turning towards the room they were entering, both of the heroes saw that far from being able to rest, they had gone from the frying pan into the fire - literally. A narrow stretch of flooring, perhaps two feet wide, was the only thing over a dead drop down into a what appeared to be a blast furnace. Flames licked up towards them from far below, creating a flickering, eeire redish glow - the only light in the room. Oppressive heat rushed washed over them, making both break out in sweat almost instantly. At the end of the walkway was a ladder, leading up into a hatch in the ceiling, some 30 feet up. However, both the walkway and the ladder were retracting - the former into the wall underneath the doorway both stood in, and the latter into the ceiling itself. Neither moved very quickly, but before long, even a running jump would put it out of reach. Worse, the door behind them had slammed shut. There was no doorknob on this side, and kicking it down again might take more time than the two had. "Better hurry," the Warden's voice echoed about the vast, mostly empty enviroment.

And I helped! (No, no I didn't. But I offered to help! That should count for something!)