Dr Archeville

Are these being done as if Jury-Rigging an Invention, and the things he makes can have a PP cost of (DC - 15)? And if it is being done as Jury-Rigging, that means he cannot Take 10 or Take 20. Is this so? Also, I believe my Second Chance [Craft/Chemical] means I get six chances, rather than three, to make checks with that skill. :)

Actually... you're both unconscious and disabled. Knockback is being calculated.

Hooray! Extra Effort to surge to gain an extra standard action. Standard Action to reconfigure Electromagnetic Screwdriver to Full action to attack and try to disable the radio-based senses of Odysseus' battlesuit (like a long-distance radar which might let him track us, once we shake him). Attack roll... is an 11, probably misses. HP to re-roll (back down to 1 HP)... is a 26. If that hits, Odysseus needs to make a DC 20 Ref save or all his radio-based senses are overloaded & useless. Next round he can try a Fort save (DC 20) to shake it off.

"Sorry, Herr Odysseus, but your tone reminds me of someone back home. Someone I trust no further dan I can throw!" As he yelled out, Archeville was furiously reconfiguring his Electromagnetic Screwdriver, setting it to send out an intense directed 'scream' of radio waves and other non-visible electromagnetic energies... which he unleashed on Odysseus.

The man in the labcoat suddenly stopped. "I, Frau Albright," he said as he turned to face her, "am Doktor Viktor Heinrich Archeville, Genius of Science!, from Acoustics to Zoology und all fields in between!" As he spoke, he levitated into the air slightly, and was surrounded by a softly glowing blue force field. He quickly lowered himself back down, and the field faded. "You may remember me from de two lectures I haff given -- de second von vas interrupted by dat madman, 'Captain Knievel' -- or from mein entanglement mit de Power Corps at Pharos."

Updated.

It has begun! IC thread OOC thread

The OOC thread for dealing with the fallout of Arrowhawk's detonation of Malice's underground ammo depot. I'd like to see the following in your first IC post: what your char was doing shortly before the explosion & where, how they hear of it, how they get to it, and what they do upon first seeing the large smoking flaming glowing crater in the middle of a suburb.

Time/Date: March 29th, 2009 (a Sunday), ~10:00am. 58 degrees out, steady SSW wind at ~10 mph. Earlier morning had been foggy, now it's hazy; a light rain is due to start in an hour or so. Riverside. A section of Downtown Freedom full of bohemian, Old World charm, featuring several small parks, tree-lined streets, and brickwork buildings. It's a popular place for young people, especially college students and artists, partly due to the comparatively low rents and loft apartments, and partly due to the plethora of shops and restaurants which cater to most any avant-garde need. At the Sunberry suburb (located on Sunberry Lane), all seemed quiet. Most all the inhabitants were either away or deeply asleep, so the silence was only broken by the chirping of birds and barking of a stray dog. This was not to last. A great and violent explosion at 23 Sunberry Lawn sent the white siding, blue shingles, and red door of what the neighbors called "the America House" hurtling up and out, though they were engulfed in flames. The explosion was so great that several homes near it were also destroyed, and wind-driven fires quickly spread to other homes. Thick, black, acrid smoke poured out of the crater, and the damage evidently reached several underground power conduits as people several blocks away found they were now without electricity. Dr. Metropolis, Freedom's enigmatic "City Spirit," felt the explosion like a punch to his gut. In a flash he was on the scene, his green glass eyes surveying the damage as a police officer might react to seeing several badly mangled corpses: calmly, professionally, but with a hint of revulsion. He radioed Freedom Hall, whose seismic monitors were already feeding Daedalus information, and reported the scene. The League would be there soon... but who else would come? [[Continued from this thread.]]

Once I get (sufficient) answers from Avalon, I will start this up.

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Archeville spit out a curse in German, then was kneeling by Dryad's side, examining her. "Unless you are going to help me," he said, not looking up but obviously addressing White Knight and his cronies, "I suggest you continue out. Especially since vhatever is happening to her may be contagious to any other superhuman."

I hate all Mutants I hate them so Yo, ho, hate-ho ?

What's the Hero Point count for us? I've used 2 of my 3 so far.

Doc's initiative is... 19

Knievel's test just ended, and Reaver's "retried," so.... I could start one for Exile in the very near future :)

Took me long enough! ;)

This section of the test were deceptively simple: the cards were a standard deck of playing cards. "You do know how to play poker, yes?" "It has been a vhile," he replied, "but I am sure I can remember de rules. Vould you mind if I examined de deck first?" "Not at all," she handed the deck over. "Danke." He appeared to give it a cursory glance, spreading the cards out and shuffling the deck a few times. He noted an odd weight to the cards, not large enough to detect with individual cards or even a full hand, but all 52 together showed a slight but detectable oddity. He decided to not mention that when he handed the deck back to her. She re-shuffled, then dealt hands. He appeared to pause for a moment as he looked over his cards, "in fact, dere's a razher humorous story dat goes along mit de time I last played cards. It seems dere vas dis trio of ghosts who were haunting a man's home. He had tried everyding he could denk of to get rid of sem, but to no avail. Luckily for him, I happened to be passing by..." Archeville recounted a tale of how he had faced the three ghosts -- which he believed were either mental 'echos' in the home or some sort of extradimensional noncorporeal entity whose actions and appearances were partially shaped by the psychic impressions left on the place -- and eventually got them to leave. After a few nights he figured out that they wanted someone to help them complete a task, which was to finish their last round of poker. But as he played, he realized they were cheating -- all three each had a Dead Man's Hand, two Aces, two Eights, and a face card, but a standard deck only has four Aces and four Eights -- so he called them on it. The ghosts turned on one another, and soon vanished. "My, that is quite the story, Doktor," Dr. Brown said at the end, "but now it's time to reveal. And I've got a full house," she said with a smile, laying down her three 10s and two 9s. "Ach, so you do," he replied with a small sigh, "und all I haff got is two pair. A pair of vons," he laid down two Aces, "und another pair of vons," he laid down his other two Aces. A Quad of Aces beat any Full House. He leaned back and smiled broadly. "Care for another hand, Doktor?," she asked as she reshuffled the deck, "or would you prefer something else?" "No, no, dis is fine for now." This time, Doctor Brown was on the offensive, making numerous attempts to psych her opponent out. Quickly realizing this, Archeville switched his tactics, concentrating on defense and blocking her out. "Ah! An Ace-high Flush, an Ace, King, Four, Seven -- AK-47 -- and a Two, all Spades," she confidently exclaimed. "Not bad, Doctor, not bad," he coolly replied, "but my Full House beats you Flush." He had three Two and two Threes. "Doktor, are you counting cards?," Dr. Brown asked coyly as she re-shuffled the deck. "Vhy, Doctor," he replied with mock indignation, "are you accusing me of cheating?" "Well, you do have a keen eye," she went on as she shuffled, "and though you sometimes act the absent-minded professor, I've heard enough stories to suspect you have an amazingly good memory." "Vell, perhaps I do exaggerate some of mein eccentricities, Doctor, but-" He stopped as she began to deal. "Three of Clubs... Two of Hearts... Eight of Hearts... Four of Hearts... " "What? How did you know I have the Two and Four of Hearts?" "Because you are correct: I haff been counting. Shall ve go on?" Dr. Brown shot Archeville an "I'm not sure I believe you" look, then resumed dealing. "Two of Spades for me... Three of Spades for you... Ace of Clubs for me... Nine of Diamonds for you... Seven of Clubs for you... und Ten of Clubs for me." She then began to flip cards face up, steadily going faster, but it did not seem to matter, "Queen of Spades, Five of Diamonds, Nine of Spades, Eight of Clubs, Ten of Spades, Three of Diamonds, Seven of Spades, Six of Diamonds, King of Spades, Jack of Diamonds, Ten of Diamonds, Jack of Spades, King of Clubs, Five of Spades, Jack of Clubs, Eight of Spades, Ten of Hearts, Jack of Hearts, Six of Clubs, Four of Spades, Eight of Diamonds, Queen of Hearts, Five of Clubs, Six of Spades, Ace of Hearts, Ace of Diamonds, Ace of Spades, Seven of Hearts, Two of Diamonds, Nine of Hearts, Five of Hearts, Three of Hearts, Queen of Diamonds, King of Hearts, Queen of Clubs, Two of Clubs, Nine of Clubs, Four of Diamonds, Six of Hearts, King of Diamonds, Seven of Diamonds, und Four of Clubs." Dr. Brown leaned back in her chair, showing clear signs of surprise. "Vould you like me to show you dat again, Doctor?" Archeville asked. This time he was the one speaking coyly. "I... I think so, yes, please." And he did, twice more. "One more game, Doktor?," Dr. Brown asked as she shuffled the cards again. Her smirk and tone clearly indicated she had something odd up her sleeve. "Certainly, Doctor Drown. Another game of poker?" "No, no, this will be more a straightforward card counting game." "Ah, I see," he replied, tilting his head slightly to one side. "Und does dis particular card game haff a name?" "Why, yes. Yes, it does." She paused. He waited. "52 pickup." The cards sprang into the air, landing on the table and floor. All of them landed face-down. "Ah, so dat's vhat dat extra veight vas for. Interesting." "Stalling, Herr Doktor?" "No, no, I... er..." he looked over the splayed out cards, trying to remember which ones landed where. As he pointed and called, Dr. Brown picked up the card, "Three of Clubs... Queen of Clubs... Jack of- no, no, Ace of Spades... Ten of Spades... Three of Diamonds... Seven of Di- wait... no, Eight of Spades..." "That last one was the Ten of Hearts, Doktor." Archeville was silent for a moment. He was actually pouting a bit. "Vell... I never did like card games much, anyvay." He let out a sigh, then his smile was back, "here, let me help you mit dose cards, so ve can get on to de next phase of de testing."

CTHULHU! (to the tune of the extended Teen Titans theme song) When there's trouble, you know who's been called (CTHULHU!) From deep R'lyeh, he can dream it all (CTHULHU!) When there's evil on the attack You can't rest knowing Cthulhu's back 'Cause when the world to insanity faaalls CTHULHU, NO! CTHULHU, NO! With mind-warping powers, he divides (CTHULHU!) Never met a mortal that he liked (CTHULHU!) He's got the people on the run He'll never stop 'til he's nom'd each one 'Cause when the world is losing all control CTHULHU, NO! CTHULHU, NO! If the stars are right, you better watch out You cannot escape his 'pods When he catches you, there won't be any doubt You've been eaten by Cthuuu... eaten by Cthuuu... C-T-H-U L-H-U Cthulhu! Fhtagn, Ia! C-T-H-U L-H-U Cthulhu! Fhtagn, Ia! C-T-H-U L-H-U Cthulhu! Fhtagn, Ia! C-T-H-U L-H-U Cthulhu! Fhtagn, Ia! [maddening beating of vile drums & thin monotonous whining of accursed flutes solo] When there's trouble, you know who's been called (CTHULHU!) From deep R'lyeh, he can dream it all (CTHULHU!) When there's evil on the attack You can't rest knowing Cthulhu's back 'Cause when the world to insanity faaalls CTHULHU, NO! CTHULHU, NO! Four, three, two, one, NO! CTHULHU!

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One has not yet been given (though the layout will be that of a fairly standard court room, as seen on numerous tv shows & movies). EDIT: Ah, here's a basic pic Knievel would be "Defendant."

Ah, but spending an HP to re-roll means you add 10 if the die result is 10 or less. Which means that 7 is treated as a 17, for a total of 20!

That's a bit of a hodge-podge; I see the "Hunter," but where's the "Commander"? I'm gonna need some descriptors/flavor text for all of that. Yes, the Concealment would effectively give his Flight Subtle 1. I will say yes, that he was able to get a quick but good enough look at it during his pre-trial. Gimme a roll. I've been thinking about that, actually: descriptors should play some part, I would think. Which Avalon should be giving us soon....

How is Vestige "appearing unseen" in the courtroom? I don't see Concealment on his char sheet, nor a particularly high Stealth skill modifier. (You're free to power stunt something, but I do need to know if that's what you're doing.) Also, if using Master Plan, go ahead and make the roll now.