Dr Archeville

Thanks for all the work, Geez3r :)

Daniel Durgan rearranged some papers on his desk, then rose. "Your honor, the prosecution has no further witnesses to bring forth, nor expert testimony to present. However, given the recent outburst of Mr. Rogers", he tuned slightly to Knievel when he said his name, "I would like to move that this hearing be closed to the public, and for the reporters and audience to be removed." The room burst into a din of whispers, murmurs, and shouts. Judge Nakamura's eyes went wide, but he quickly collected himself, and banged his gavel to bring some semblance of order back. "Mr. Prosecutor, that is an... unusual request, and one I must take under consideration." He raised his voice ever so slightly, "there will be a 30 minute recess." Nakamura stepped down and retired to his chambers; Durgan consulted with his aides.

"Bah! We don't need surprise, we have the very powers of Hell itself with us!," he boasted. "And... whatever it is you can do." He flexed his taloned hands, and dark flame again erupted from them; he was clearly eager to inflict some damage. "So, mortal, do we hole up here, or move on, try to catch them before they're fully prepared?"

Oh, unless you had another date already in mind, I was thinking this could be occurring on Friday, July 10th (2 weeks after she'd come back to Freedom).

"Dere!," Archeville exclaimed as he pointed to one side of the mountain, where he'd seen soldiers exiting. "I belief mein doppelganger has set up an advanced holographic cover over an access tunnel, von ve can use to get in. Dough... it is also remotely possible de fighters haff some manner of intangibility field generator on deir truck, und de vall is indeed solid rock. So... approach mit caution, please, as I vould rather not be smeared across the mountain face."

In case y'all hadn't heard, Quote's laid up in the hospital for a bit, so he won't be posting for a few days (at least).

I'll be playing him, I'm just waiting for you to say or do something. :P

Well, he can't start until he gets a second approval. He'd probably do well in the Fens, or Bayview.

Doc grinned at the Elton John remark, but said nothing. He did get up, gave her a quick hug, then reached over and slid back a small panel, revealing several small bottle of refreshment. About half were alcoholic. "I am glad to hear you had a good time visiting your family," he said as he lifted up each bottle to show her the labels, seeing which one she'd pick, "und I do trust your legal issues haff all been cleared up. Dat's von ding I haff difficulty wrapping mein brain around: de Laws of de Universe are easy, but de Laws of Man! Ha!" Once his companion had indicated which drink she would like, he filled her glass, then resumed his stretched-out pose. "I usually prefer to eat mit others, too. Vhen I can tear meinsellf avay from de vorkshop long enough to eat, dat is!" "Oh, und if dis is von of Sir John's," he said between sips of his drink, "it's because von of Hasslehoff's men stole it for me."

Who's the white genius Kraut That's a sex machine to all the fraus? DOC! Ya damn right!

Doc's still got his Enhanced Wisdom up, so.... 30!

Oh, I meant to state this earlier: Doc's got his Enhanced Charisma on.

The Audi Q7 Limousine was nice to look at on the outside, but the inside was close to breathtaking. Lounging in the back, with his feet propped up, was Doktor Archeville, one of perhaps the top ten smartest beings (human or other) in Freedom City. As usual, he had on a full-length lab coat, though this one seemed to be cut slightly differently, more... like a sharp trenchcoat, and it took her a moment to realize (in the neon lights of the car's interior) that it was a medium gray, not white. Highly polished black work boots, black khaki pants, and a blue buttoned shirt completed his outfit. His long hair appeared to be bound in a loose ponytail (or he may just be reclining back on it), and he smiled and raised a champagne glass to her as she entered. The glass had orange smoke coming off of it, and the pale brown liquid within was bubbling. "Doctor de Havilland, so good to see you again!," he said, throwing his arms wide open. "I haff to say again, I vas quite surprised vhen you called to set dis up. I trust all has been vell mit you vhile you vere avay dese past several months?"

You can haz approvals!

De vay I see it, if you're going to show up at a biergarten in a car, vhy not do it mit some style?

You could do like I did with Belphegor, and put links to the PL 8 and PL 10 Grim's in your .sig ;)

He actually prefers flying around (or teleporting in), but given the circumstances he'd rent a car & driver. The driver's resemblance to Marty McFly is a complete coincidence.... ;)

Yikes! Let him know we wish him well!

Changed from "Midtown's Maidens Melee" to "Angel's First Flight" per Moira's request.

July 2nd, 2009: Divine and Angel met up in a jazz bar in Midtown, and decide to do their nightly patrols together. (Angel's First Flight)

That'd hold more true if he were a pro at beating people with his bat. And in any case, if it's something he'd have due to skill/training/practice, it's a feat he should have, and not something on the bat itself.

Also, all your feats seem to be missing.

Aside from the "moral objectivism" part (Which you still haven't really answered), the only other thing I see that bothers me is his Equipment, specifically the aluminum baseball bat. It should not have Improved Crit 2.

"I do not know," Archeville said as he circled the buffet stations, nodding or shaking his head at various dishes. "I had spoken of dis briefly mit Herr Cale," he looked up to Alexandra, "Darian Cale, you may know him. He had seemed eager to attend, but also mentioned some experiments he vas conducting vhich may prevent him from showing up on time, or possibly from attending altogether." Archeville picked up an apple from a large fruit bowl and polished it off on one sleeve of his lab coat, "if dis is to be a meeting of de best und brightest of Freedom, to discuss how ve might best vork on de isues of de present und de future, I vould expect Tesla Atom und Daedalus to be here, but I do not know if deir schedules vould permit it. De same goes for de Scarab," he paused to take a bite of the apple, "I vould expect her to be here, but do not know if her schedule vould permit it."

Reconfiguring Electromagnetic Screwdriver to Super-Senses 5 (acute analytical ranged rapid detect biotechnology) which should give him a read on those head-tentacle things. Assuming they're actually tech, of course. ;)