Dr Archeville

Still need active threads for Casey Moira

archived due to inactivity

Archeville blushed a bit as Fulcrum smoothed his tie, "well, this is not all fun and games for me. Funds must be obtained for ArcheTech, and I have a keen interest in making sure certain legislative acts are (or are not) getting pushed through. Plus," he leaned in a bit, "it gives me a chance to scope out the competition!" He pulled back a bit, all smiles and encouragement as he escorted her down the stairs, "and you may be able to benefit as much as I. There are bound to be some art aficionados here, wiling to become a patron for your works. There is a growing niche for Metahuman artwork, and a Teymourian original could fetch quite a price!" He leaned close again, and traced along the back of her neck, "and if the evening does turn into a total bore for you, I am sure I can find some way to entertain you later."

Mutt sniffed here and there, as if he was finding and losing the trail over and over again. As if what was beyond the doors was changing. Dead Head followed, looking over the numbers on the doors. "20090807... 20060606... 20000101... 19991231-... waitasec... ," He stopped, spun around and looked at the doors again, then back to the group. "They's all dates! See: this one ain't 'one nine nine one two three one', it's 'nineteen hun'red an' ninety-nine, twelve, thirty-one'. Year, month, day. An' it looks like all the ones down this hall is from before lil' Jack were born." An' tat one's a date I know well, 'cuz that's the date I first died. His eyes went wide, and he looked back and forth between Avenger and Phantom, "ya don't think they gone ta before you two got together an' prevent you two from hookin' up, do ya?"

Int check for Dead Head: Int check (1d20+1=20) w00t! Int check for A Mutt: Int check (1d20-2=2) aww If it helps/matters, with his Skill Mastery, A Mutt has 25 on Notice and 20 on Survival, and his super-senses do include Olfactory Tracking (w/ Extended and Dimensional 3).

Looks like Maestro and Medea are at it again!

Looks solid. :approved:

"I think I've seen this movie," the not-as-revolting revenant remarked when seeing the Overlook Hotel-esque corridor. "Watch out fer elevators." He knelt down and patted the invisible dog beside him, "ya get her scent from that amulet shard, boy? Think ya can find her?" A confused whimper sounded. "Hrm, if'n yer spooked'a this place, it must be bad. Don' you worry, boy, we'll all get outta here, safe 'n' sound. Now, ya got her scent? Think ya can track her?" The spirit dog began to sniff about.

"And what if the Queen of the Faeries appears," Archeville added, "and decides she does not care for you marrying a mortal -- no offense, Herr Renolds -- so she strips you of your powers there and then and returns you to what you once were? You should be naked on your wedding night, not your wedding day!" The Doktor felt some odd looks pointed his way, "what? Too Grimm?" Wait, did he just make a pun?

That frees Dok from the horrible mind control! It also definitely frees Blake Salazar from his Flight (as the best he can get on the opposed roll for that is 21), so he's falling!

"So you became a small gray cat because you had a name meaning 'small gray cat'," Archeville mused, "or you chose a name meaning 'small gray cat' because of assorted elements of your personality, which were reflected physically in that realm. An interesting cycle. I wonder what I would look like...?" The Doktor quickly snapped back from his reverie, and aimed the scanner at her, which beeped and hummed and blinked. "So what did you do in Avalon? What and who did you see? Did you find out why they changed you?"

Roll a Nullify check, see if you can beat the Mind Control's check. Power check vs. Phantom's Nullify (1d20+8=18) And since Phantom's Nullify doesn't have the Selective Attack extra, she's nullifying KC's mojo, too (as I'm assuming he's not 40 feet away from her, but with her at Dok's side). Need a power check from him for his Preternatural Array, Enhanced Con, Enhanced Wis, and Flight (maybe Erin will get dunked after all!)

Archeville found himself dancing with what was effectively a mannequin for 30 seconds while Gina hopped into the cameras. "Ah, yes, a shame about those inferior memory cards," he replied once she snapped back in, on the off chance anyone overheard. And, in case anyone as overhearing, he continued, "did I mention the recent breakthrough in optical chips? Should be ready for consumer use by this time next year, and allow for a thousand fold increase in processing ans transfer speeds!" The Doktor kept an eye peeled as they danced, planning who to talk to once it wound down. The Doktor winced slightly at the sight, then turned his focus back on Miss Americana. "Looks like the Hughes boy has gotten his evening off to a fine start. Ah, and thus endeth the song." The music stopped, Archeville released his partner, and gave her a respectful bow. "So, with whom shall we speak next? I believe I saw the senator from- oh, do pardon me!" The entrance of both the awesome Fulcrum and the stunning Bombshell was noted by many, but the Doktor was the first to reach them (to Corbin's dismay). First he approached Natalya, already at the bottom of the stairs, with arms outstretched. "Natalya, darling, hello! It has been, what, four months? Far too long!" Right before he reached her, though, he shifted up and flew to Fulcrum, reaching her in a flash. He hovered up so he could look her in the eye and wrap his arms around her neck, and gave her a peck on the cheek, "but how could I embrace anyone this evening before embracing you, hrm?"

Doktor Archeville Bats of Unusual Size (7) Brainiac Brunch (3) Cry Havok! (2) Champagne Shenanigans (7) A Doktor Who Makes House Calls?! (6) Entangling Alliances (3) Meet the Interceptors (1) Opposites Attract (8) Stopping By For A Nice Little Chat (15) Takes A Thief (1) Welcome to The Interceptors, Jill O'Cure (3) Who You Gonna Call? (11) 7+3+2+7+6+3+1+8+15+1+3+11 = 67 posts, added to Dead Head's totals. + Vignette (pp to Dead Head) Dead Head News Thread (1) DOA? A-Okay! (23) Inside Out, Upside Down (5) Too Many Questions, Too Few Answers... (5) A'Walkin' 'Mongst the Lilies (2) When Push Comes to Shovel (4) 1+23+5+5+2+4 = 40 posts 40 + 67 from Dok + 8 from GM work = 115 posts = 5pp + Vignette (2pp) = 7pp GM and NPC At the Opera Tonight (4) DOA? A-Okay! (2) A Doktor Who Makes House Calls?! (1) but the Exchange Rates are Murder! (4) Opposites Attract (2) When Push Comes to Shovel (1) Zombie Powder is a helluva Drug (2) 4+2+1+4+2+1+2 = 16 / 2 = 8 posts, added to Dead Head

Archeville paused in his work and looked at Lynn while she conjured, drank, and dismissed her glass of water. "How does that taste? I mean, I know water does not have much of a taste, but... well, how well do you have to know something in order to conjure it? Can you create a dish you have never eaten, only had described to you?" "Ah, Detective Colby -- I do know her," he said as he continued assembling whatever it was he was putting together. It has about as big as a hand and a half, and roughly rectangular. "I have been trying to get some time to talk to her, but, well, you know how hectic schedules can get." As a finishing touch -- and perhaps sensing her discomfort at the sight of it -- Archeville added a case to the device, and it suddenly looked very familiar. "A cat, you say? Hrm... " He tapped his chin with the device, "what color? Also, when and why did you take the name 'Grimalkin'? If I remember my French history correctly, that was the name of Nostradamus' cat, as well as a term used in MacBeth to refer either to one of the Old Crones' familiars... or to one of the Crones herself."

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FC:PbP is offering the community another "vignette" opportunity. If you'd like to read about our previous vignettes, check here. November. For Americans, this mainly means Thanksgiving, which for most is an excuse to gather together with friends and family and gorge themselves. A few use the time to reflect on their lives, on the past year, and give proper appreciation for all in their life. At FC PbP, we allow you to play two (and in some cases more!) characters. Show thanks for this by writing a tale in which your own characters meet. Perhaps they chat, or fight due to a misunderstanding, or one saves the life of another -- the choices are many and varied. Who: Any player who is interested, for two (or more) of their characters. What: Write a vignette featuring your characters meeting and interacting with one another. Length should be at least one (1) page per character involved. When: The deadline for submissions will be Tuesday, November 30th by 11:59 PM EST (GMT -5). The vignettes themselves can take place at any time. Where: Anywhere. When you submit your vignette, please make a note clearly indicating in which forum it should be posted, as well as when it would be happening. Why: To enhance our community, to flex your writing muscles, to think more deeply about your characters, and to earn a bonus PP for your characters (the ones involved in this Vignette) for the month of November. How: Once your story is finished and proofed, PM it to one of the Refs (angrydurf, AvengerAssembled, Ecalsneerg, Geez3r, ShaenTheBrain, or myself). When all the stories are in, one of our staff members will post them to the appropriate forums (which is why we need you to be sure to tell us where it should go!), and provide links to them in this thread. DO NOT post them in a forum yourself, otherwise it will not be counted for this exercise. Additional Not/Clarification: Vignettes do not count as posts. Post here with questions.

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added vignettes for Ouroboros and a joint Phalanx/Psyche one.

October 31st, 2010. The final showdown. Ouroboros was frankly embarrassed at how long it had taken him to realize what was happening. He KNEW it was coming and had he been a better student, or known he was going to be pulled back in time and have such responsibilities he would have remembered the date. It was after all one of the seminal battles the Midnighters had fought, would fight? Either way he knew clearly the course of the battle and more importantly he knew what need be done by the end of the battle. If he had realized sooner certainly he would have been more prepared, and of course may have been able to alter the battle to greater degree but then again perhaps somethings were immutable in the end. The entire process of the spliced timelines frankly threw him for a loop and he preferred not to think on it overmuch. Regardless his course was now clear, if not simple particularly amidst the battle between the death gods and earth primes mystic defenders. As the battle was joined he listened to his parents demands and hung back, not because he bought into their incessant coddling but because his purpose here was not to match magic with a death god but a far more subtle task o just as great import. And if he had his way of much greater import to one very deserving entity. No small number of cultist spirit and risen fell before his mystic might to be sure. But he did not fight a pitched battle against the greater foes. He flickered through the chamber of horrors his mystic flames scoring the walls with precision. Calling upon mystic forces he wrought subtle changes in the rite as it progressed sapping and redirecting a small portion of the power. Not enough to be missed but enough for his purpose. A candle here a rune there. Minor changes all after all his goal was not so very different than the Hellenistic god of deaths in the end. He carefully watched the flow of the battle from the fringes a well placed bolt of mystic fire here or there turning the tide where he could but most of his attention was on the careful subversion of the ritual. Without a doubt the Hades would be defeated. He as always underestimated the potency of primes mystic defenders. But at what cost? Ouroboros knew how high that cost could run and he was intent it would not be so. As the battle drew to its inevitable height he withdrew well back from the front lines and began his own low chant as he twisted the building power of the ritual. Voodoo was not his area of expertise but he knew the rules that bound gods on this plane better than most. They needed to be summoned. More importantly the loa must cleave to their deals. And so he struck a silent bargain for the unlife of one the world still needed even if the gods were done with him. As he spoke the final words to seal the pact light flared across the room as dead head collapsed and the rite was completed but this time the cost would not be so high as it might have been. And more importantly it would not be known what might have happened. Some things were locked in place but some, some could be changed.

October 31st, 2010. 7:00 PM As on many a chill October evening over the years a particularly remote yet cozy overlook was clustered with assorted station wagons, SUVs and the occasional minivan with windows in varying states of steaming. Slightly removed from the bulk of the vehicles is a late model volvo wagon, within a familiar scene. "Alex!" Mike scolded lightly though he didn't draw back, "Maybe we should head back?" He suggested nervously. "I mean before things get out of hand." his tone consolatory and clearly waring with himself on the subject. "Oh, Mike..." Alex pulled back since he didn't and dropped back into her seat. "Why? I mean, we're not going to do 'it' in the station wagon. It's perfectly safe and I know you wanna. I mean, I can tell." Alex didn't do this with the usual pointed glance downwards. Instead she meant she could read his passion fogged thoughts as easily as she could sense her own. She scooted towards him on the seat and cuddled against him. "We're already engaged and everything. I mean, it isn't wrong." Mike did glance down though more from not wanting to meet her all too knowing gaze than to draw attention to the obvious. "I know Alex." he admitted and looped an arm around her. "I just don't want things to ..." he paused perking up slightly as he heard something. "Did you hear that?" he asked cautiously, "It sounded like some kind of groaning." Mike blushed furiously as he realized the likely source. "Uhm... nevermind." he said regretting his enhanced hearing for the moment. "Uhm, no, you know I can't hear the same registers that you can. Do you want me to tell you what everyone around us is thinking, because I think you can guess... Oh, no. You probably wouldn't be able to guess." Alex said straightening up from his arms, the glow around her flaring as she focused, "They're scared. Someone's frightened outside the car." Mike's eyes went wide for a moment and then took on the odd unfocused look of looking through the side of the cars. "What the heck?" Mike murmured in shock as he caught sight of what was going on out there. He started fumbling the the fastenings on his pants which moments ago would have had entirely differing meaning but he rapidly accelerated and in the blink of an eye had adopted the blue and gold of his Phalanx persona. "This had better not be some juvenile prank." He intoned as he poped the door open to step out. Alex shrieked despite herself as a zombie lurched into the side of her door, mashing its rotten face up against the glass. "Some sort of construct made from human flesh and animated by forces unseen, so, yes. Zombie. It has no discernible brain waves. And... is really, very, very gross." She pushed her fingers against the glass as it gnashed its teeth against the glass. "Honey, there's very little I can do to stop these things, except for brute force. Just, so you know. I hope they're not the infection kind. I mean, you're safe because there's no germ that we can think of that will affect you but my telekinetic bubble only stops so much. I really need to work on that." Phalanx was already in motion and with far les grace than he would ever admit to Erin he wrenched the cratures head from its shoulders and hurtled the rotting mass away. "Uhm ... Yea," he said uncertainly peering into the darkness as others began to pop free of thier cars and run from the smattering of undead shambling into the lot. Looking into the darkness beyond Mike was unable to see much but there was motion enough to assure that this was but the beginning. He charged forward to tear one of the zombies from its intended target hutleing it far into the distance. "More are coming we have to get everyone out of here!" Alex followed him, more slowly and carefully but with the same urgency fueling her movements. She stumbled a bit as she was ESPing out to see the range of the problem and couldn't see where she was stepping. Her fingers found her YF belt buckle and memory told her which buttons to press quickly. In a few seconds, she was dressed for work as well, floating up over the car. "Okay, incoming is the map of the area. Brace yourself." Images battered Mike's psyche as fast as his brain could process them. "I'll build a safe area, you bring me the, uhm, living... Hey, Mike?" Even prepared by her warning Mike stumbled slightly under the sudden influx of information. He steadied himself on the car he was next to as he reoriented with what she had given him. "Good plan." he said with a nod needlessly. It was Alex; when did she not have a good plan. He floated just above the cars as he gazed out prepared to help those most in need. He glanced over his shoulder at Alex's questioning tone. "Uh yea?" Alex smiled at him, her red hair floating around her face, lifted by the same power that carried her aloft. She flew to him and pressed a kiss against his warm cheek, 'Nothing, I just wanted to say, I love you. Happy Halloween, honey.'

added Vignettes for Bombshell, Jack of All Blades (and Jill O'Cure), and Phantom!

November 1st, 2010. 12:03am. "Dios, I can’t believe how many of these guys there are," Jill O’Cure grimaced as a trio of magical blasts splashed off of a force field like inky tar, temporarily blocking the coltish teen’s view of the massive cavern in which she and her brother were battling alongside a collection of Freedom City’s most mystical and macabre heroes against two massive armies of competing cultists. Nearby, the swordsman know as Jack of all Blades moved deftly along the cave’s uneven floor as he knocked a twisting dagger out of a hooded man’s thrashing hands and delivered a hearty blow with the hilt of his rapier, the blade glowing with borrowed arcane might. "Aw, this is nothing, hermanita. This one time, I was fighting a bunch of Broan soldiers in space, right? And--" "That’s not what I mean," Jill interrupted him, tumbling acrobatically away from a pair of pike weilding fanatics to a more defensible position. "They’re death cultists. How does that even sort of seem like a good idea?" The swashbuckler parried a sloppy strike and backflipped over a nasty beam of darklight necromancy. "I dunno, maybe the dental plan is good?" he suggested glibly, raising an eyebrow at her question and took a step back to place his back to Jill’s and holding their ground. A shimmering blue block crashed against another cultist, prematurely halting his shouted chants. "Yeah, only it’s probably not," she insisted. "These guys worship death gods. Gods of Death! What’s the best case scenario there? Are these seriously deities you want paying attention to you specifically?" "Uh..." Jack blinked, greatcoat continuing to sway about his feet as he paused. "Well, I mean... maybe they get to, y’know, not die? Hades and the Baron guy can probably swing that sort of thing, I guess." A hissing man in a tattered cloak attempted to take advantage of the hero’s momentary distraction and recieved a boot to the head for his efforts. A similarly driven cultist on the other side sprinted past Jill’s shields to get within touch range, regretting it as a pair of fingers struck out at her forehead and she collapsed in a retching heap. "Maybe like one guy, but what’s the ratio of immortality to getting chained to an altar before Dave from accounting rips out your heard with a rusty razor?" "Have you been spending time of those creepy poetry sites again?" her brother accused and he knocked a pair of skulls together, their undead owners continuing to shamble about blindly. Before she could reply a resounding call went out from the center of the chamber, and a translucent figure in white stepped out of Dead Head to confront the feuding boogeymen. "Hold that thought..." The royal blue and crimson clad siblings redoubled their efforts as the battle was truly joined.

October 15th "You dastardly fiend, what are you going to do to me?" Bombshell delivered the line with all the bored interest of a star practicing lines for a script she had no interest in performing in. It was, perhaps, a little out of place with the scene as she was currently strung up by her wrists and suspended over what she'd mentally termed 'the cauldron of goo'. She glanced down, arching one brow behind her mask and swinging her feet out of the way to watch the slowly bubbling sludge. "I'm not paying extra for a mud bath, you know. They're over rated. I have a much better secrete treatment to keep my skin looking fabulous." She caught some of the chanting to peg it as Greek-ish. Not in the figurative 'sounds Greek to me' but in the actual honest-to-Hercules Greek. "You know, I met Zeus once. Handsy fellow. Well, to be entirely forthright, he wasn't actually the gold-and-shining god at the time. He'd possessed a mortal man to do that thing he does. He does do it well, I have to admit." Bombshell wiggled her wrists a little, looking up at the bindings before her attention went back to the cultists. She smiled at them, a wicked flash of crimson red lips below her black mask. "Lucky for me, my little encounter was post the invention of the pill so I have only fond memories for my reminder. Do you happen to know if he's worked something out with Hestia since then to circumvent that? Dratted fertility gods. Give me a hedonist any day." The tumblers twitched in the manacles but the chanting was getting awfully loud now and Bombshell had some mild concerns that they were going to get to the big finale before she was ready to take her bow. "Dionysus now, I haven't met him but I'm sure I would like to. No maenads, however, I prefer my hedonism without that extra edge of madness. The ratty hair thing, I just can't pull it off." Ca-click. "Shall I give you my card... no?" Bombshell caught the shackles with her fingertips as they opened and swung her legs, enjoying the way that the chanting dissolved into squawks and protests as she tucked and tumbled her way to a tower of boxes. Crouching, she offered them a mocking salute. "Well, I'd love to see what all that was about, but I'm afraid it's just past my bed time. No, don't get up. I can let myself out. Thanks, by the way. You have, oooh, I'd guess two minutes before that little beacon I set off leads all my cape and cowled friends to your little hidey-hole. Ta!" And with a taunting laugh, the ex-thief was gone.