Dr Archeville

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Cultists? Using magic? Inconceivable! Two Toughness saves, DC 23 (1d20+17=27, 1d20+17=27) So either the blasts appear to have no effect, or they do blow holes in the Revoltin' Revenant, but having holes blown in him doesn't impede him in the slightest.

Unless the things striking Dead Head count as blessed, magical, or silver (zombies with silver-plated brass knuckles?!), his Impervious 12 shrugs off the DC 23 save. :mrgreen:

Nyrath speaks truth.

Umm... shouldn't reversing Quark's deal take more than just an Angel saying "begone!"? I mean, most stories I know of where such reversal is even possible require a lot of work on the part of the pact-maker, including fighting the fiend with whom you made the deal. Then again, as I've said many times before, it wasn't a full "sell you soul" -- you should get a lot more than just 3pp for doing that -- Bel just marked/slightly tainted Quark. So you'd just need to counter the Transform effect Bel worked ;)

My home internet connection's been really screwy since yesterday morning, and I've no idea why.

Frosty?

Meanwhile.... Dead Head had been in Freedom for about three months, and -- generally speaking -- liked what he saw. He'd had some unpleasant experiences, sure -- vague memories of the demonic invasion, and of the screams of all those who'd died during it, still haunted him -- but in the end those all worked out, and he had met some really nice folks during those events. Why, even before arriving in Freedom City proper, he met some nice folks in the forest to the west. Freedom just seemed a nice place to be. Yeah, it was the center of superhuman activity in the world, but it's probably because the people here have seen and been through so much that they were so friendly, so willing to reach out to help others. Well, the superheroes were, at least. And now there were rumors of an angel here in Freedom! An angel! A real, honest-to-God, angel! But even though Dad Head 'lived' in the cemetery near the church it appeared at, he'd still yet to see it. This was largely because the celestial visitor made a habit of appearing and hanging out in the church, a place Dead Head himself did not go. From his perch high in the yew tree next to the tall & narrow St. Stephen's Church, the Revoltin' Revenant tried peering in through th tops of th stained glass windows. "C'mon, c'mon, where are you...?"

"I never drink... cappuccino," Dead Head said with a thick Bela Lugosi accent, then switched back to his Southern drawl "so ah'll have to decline any invites. Besides, even a restaurant welcoming of the 'not-so-ordinary' would probably turn me away. Health Code violations, y'know? Besides, I got duties here," he spread his arms wide, indicating the entire cemetery at St. Stephen's Church, "and at a few other places, to tend to."

Room for one more? Lantern Hill's where Dead Head hangs out. Also, when's this going on?

The zombie smiled at Grimalkin, and returned her bow, "Folks 'round these parts call me Dead Head," he said, removing and tipping his entire head with no more difficulty than one would remove and tip a hat. While his head was off, he stopped speaking, and his face was frozen in that rictus grin; when he replaced it he resumed. "and how I got this way... eh, that don't really matter none. Suffice it t'say, I got nothin' tyin' me down, so there's nothin' t'keep me from travelin' all around, helpin' out the dead in any way I can." He then returned Breakdown's salute, "like I said, for some it works, for others they'll munch on it and wash it down with yer lifeblood. Research is the best way. If you can somehow observe how they react when faced with garlic, that'd be best."

Wedding Gift (which'll eventually be revealed in the White Wedding thread) = a "super-vroomaba" robot that can clean and do other minor household chores (it's spherical and can fly, so can reach far more places than a normal vroomba). And it can synthesize a blood substitute that should meet Jack's dietary needs. (Whether it actually does or not I'm leaving up to Avenger.) "She looks a tiny bit different" = Science! Increased progesterone levels during pregnancy causes slight acne & breast size to increase. Doc, having an eidetic memory and a keen eye, could pick up on the differences. Or it could be a result of her eating too much chocolate ;)