Veiled Malice

You're a brave man, Mr. Rook. :shock: Welcome aboard.

You're a brave man, Mr. Rook. :shock: Welcome aboard.

That's a 21 to hit, and a DC 27 Toughness save if it does.

That's a 21 to hit, and a DC 27 Toughness save if it does.

That's a 21 to hit, and a DC 27 Toughness save if it does.

Nanowire was almost tempted to stop and watch the metallic spider as it skittered around the air as easily as it might any solid surface. But he needed his cure, and there would be plenty of time to figure out what these things could do as he took them apart with his fists. His course chosen, Nanowire surged towards the spider and swung away, his fist powered by enough force to grind steel to splinters.

Nanowire was almost tempted to stop and watch the metallic spider as it skittered around the air as easily as it might any solid surface. But he needed his cure, and there would be plenty of time to figure out what these things could do as he took them apart with his fists. His course chosen, Nanowire surged towards the spider and swung away, his fist powered by enough force to grind steel to splinters.

Nanowire was almost tempted to stop and watch the metallic spider as it skittered around the air as easily as it might any solid surface. But he needed his cure, and there would be plenty of time to figure out what these things could do as he took them apart with his fists. His course chosen, Nanowire surged towards the spider and swung away, his fist powered by enough force to grind steel to splinters.

Well, it can't be Mashin-kun. As he has no CON score, he is not considered "alive" in game terms. It might be Droplet though, and I'm thinking she and Daisuke could strike up a conversation while waiting for Dead Boy and Entropy.

Well, it can't be Mashin-kun. As he has no CON score, he is not considered "alive" in game terms. It might be Droplet though, and I'm thinking she and Daisuke could strike up a conversation while waiting for Dead Boy and Entropy.

Well, it can't be Mashin-kun. As he has no CON score, he is not considered "alive" in game terms. It might be Droplet though, and I'm thinking she and Daisuke could strike up a conversation while waiting for Dead Boy and Entropy.

Eric seemed about to just laugh off Megan's suggestion, but something about her pointing things out so obviously lit understanding in his eyes. Suddenly, he appeared to be very nervous and broke off of his leisurely jog to run back to his friends. Megan could see that something was clearly wrong with him, though. One moment, his run would have been considered fast for a sports car - marking it as super human - and the next, it was as if he'd gotten stuck in molasses. Like a tape in slow motion, Eric inchingly made his way back to his friends. But only a couple moments later, Eric clutched his hands to his chest and collapsed to the ground. To the horror of the few students near him, who backed away quickly, it appeared he was having a heart attack - in slow motion.

Eric seemed about to just laugh off Megan's suggestion, but something about her pointing things out so obviously lit understanding in his eyes. Suddenly, he appeared to be very nervous and broke off of his leisurely jog to run back to his friends. Megan could see that something was clearly wrong with him, though. One moment, his run would have been considered fast for a sports car - marking it as super human - and the next, it was as if he'd gotten stuck in molasses. Like a tape in slow motion, Eric inchingly made his way back to his friends. But only a couple moments later, Eric clutched his hands to his chest and collapsed to the ground. To the horror of the few students near him, who backed away quickly, it appeared he was having a heart attack - in slow motion.

Eric seemed about to just laugh off Megan's suggestion, but something about her pointing things out so obviously lit understanding in his eyes. Suddenly, he appeared to be very nervous and broke off of his leisurely jog to run back to his friends. Megan could see that something was clearly wrong with him, though. One moment, his run would have been considered fast for a sports car - marking it as super human - and the next, it was as if he'd gotten stuck in molasses. Like a tape in slow motion, Eric inchingly made his way back to his friends. But only a couple moments later, Eric clutched his hands to his chest and collapsed to the ground. To the horror of the few students near him, who backed away quickly, it appeared he was having a heart attack - in slow motion.

That's not a bad idea. Go ahead.

That's not a bad idea. Go ahead.

That's not a bad idea. Go ahead.

Lots of luck, man. I know I'll looking for it! ;)

Lots of luck, man. I know I'll looking for it! ;)

Lots of luck, man. I know I'll looking for it! ;)

Nevermind! Through judicious use of stimulants, (Dr Pepper mostly) I have posted this very night! Behold! I'm trying out a new way of writing. Daisuke's very young, so some of his internal monologue is fractured the same way that somebody attempting to use vocabulary words they aren't quite sure of would be. Hope it's suitable.

Nevermind! Through judicious use of stimulants, (Dr Pepper mostly) I have posted this very night! Behold! I'm trying out a new way of writing. Daisuke's very young, so some of his internal monologue is fractured the same way that somebody attempting to use vocabulary words they aren't quite sure of would be. Hope it's suitable.

Nevermind! Through judicious use of stimulants, (Dr Pepper mostly) I have posted this very night! Behold! I'm trying out a new way of writing. Daisuke's very young, so some of his internal monologue is fractured the same way that somebody attempting to use vocabulary words they aren't quite sure of would be. Hope it's suitable.

Daisuke Seto, otherwise known as Mashin-kun to a select few, (far too few, if one were to ask him) had seen better days. Although fine physically, he wasn't the best he'd ever been emotionally. Ever since waking up in that hospital, his world had been a roller coaster of frights. Not that he would have done anything else, or given his powers back, but one would think that life would eventually get easier. Leaving Japan had been an adventure in and of itself. The gangs were bad enough, (especially that Kenji jerk) but then he'd faced off against Doc Otaku, that weird robot guy. The little nerd-perv had tried disec... desec... taking him apart in order to find out what made him tick! As if that wasn't bad enough, those girls that always hung around him had turned out to be robots themselves! (He'd been getting along so well with Aya, too) And talk about full of himself! That guy could talk the ear off of... well, him, he supposed. His ear had to be harder than a rhino these days. But he'd eventually got free (thanks, Aya ) and hid out in Doc Otaku's own lab, hitching a ride in the back of the ship the child prode... perdo... smart kid was using all the way to Freedom City. Getting captured seemed to be a past time for him now. Well, at least he hadn't been "captured" this time. Not really. Okay, maybe he was unable to leave, but that didn't mean he'd been captured! No sir! He walked into this situation all on his own. Who didn't want to see the circus? Even in Japan, they had things like them, only he'd never had the money to go. So when some guy off the street told him he could get in for free, how could he say no? Now, of course, he wished he had. There was nowhere to go here, and the guys running the operation didn't seem to care that he had people to help, or that he'd beaten up an entire gang of hoodlums by himself. (okay, not the entire gang - some of them had fallen into a drainage ditch and got sucked into the bay) So here he sat, trapped in an indis... indust... unbreakable cage, helpless to help the helpless. Even worse, he was bored out of his mind!

Daisuke Seto, otherwise known as Mashin-kun to a select few, (far too few, if one were to ask him) had seen better days. Although fine physically, he wasn't the best he'd ever been emotionally. Ever since waking up in that hospital, his world had been a roller coaster of frights. Not that he would have done anything else, or given his powers back, but one would think that life would eventually get easier. Leaving Japan had been an adventure in and of itself. The gangs were bad enough, (especially that Kenji jerk) but then he'd faced off against Doc Otaku, that weird robot guy. The little nerd-perv had tried disec... desec... taking him apart in order to find out what made him tick! As if that wasn't bad enough, those girls that always hung around him had turned out to be robots themselves! (He'd been getting along so well with Aya, too) And talk about full of himself! That guy could talk the ear off of... well, him, he supposed. His ear had to be harder than a rhino these days. But he'd eventually got free (thanks, Aya ) and hid out in Doc Otaku's own lab, hitching a ride in the back of the ship the child prode... perdo... smart kid was using all the way to Freedom City. Getting captured seemed to be a past time for him now. Well, at least he hadn't been "captured" this time. Not really. Okay, maybe he was unable to leave, but that didn't mean he'd been captured! No sir! He walked into this situation all on his own. Who didn't want to see the circus? Even in Japan, they had things like them, only he'd never had the money to go. So when some guy off the street told him he could get in for free, how could he say no? Now, of course, he wished he had. There was nowhere to go here, and the guys running the operation didn't seem to care that he had people to help, or that he'd beaten up an entire gang of hoodlums by himself. (okay, not the entire gang - some of them had fallen into a drainage ditch and got sucked into the bay) So here he sat, trapped in an indis... indust... unbreakable cage, helpless to help the helpless. Even worse, he was bored out of his mind!