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"There's a distinct advantage in being grounded. Electricity follows the path of least resistance, which is the suit and not me." Now feeling really cocky, Malice taunts the Captain "Now see, any attack no matter how powerful, is useless if you can't hit anything with it." To illustrate his point, Malice shoots a large barrage of mini-missles, which spin and spiral all over the warehouse, missing everything entirely. "It doesn't matter if those missles can punch through an inch of steel if I miss with them. Oh and one more Pro Tip: I don't miss." The Captain realizes with a start that those mini missles didn't hit anything on purpose. They were merely getting in position for an omni-directional attack.

That's why I tend to shamelessly rip off from this thread. More premade power templates than you can shake a stick at. Unfortunately, creator hasn't been on in over a year, and made the templates before UP was even out.

Bat GL Best GL I haven't really been keeping up with the recent GL stuff. I actually get most of my comic book news from the roll call section of the think tank. The one thing I don't like about comic books is how convoluted the stories get the longer the series has been around.

Yep, Deflection also requires you to spend one of your actions to use it, and it gets worse the more times you use it in a round, unless you take a full round action to use it. The trade off however is that Deflect can hypothetically work on any attack whatsoever, most people can get through Reflective and/or Impervious just by power attacking. Also, here's a generic Green Lantern build to bum some ideas off of.

Malice weathers the attack with nary a scratch. "Pro Tip: Pressure point system might not be that effective one someone wearing full body armor. As one of the guns whirrs to life on his arm Malice taunts the Captain Pro Tip: Don't let these hit you." The Captain dodges the bullets by literally the narrowest of margins, he can feel the heat of the bullets on his face.

"Getting a little ancy are we?" called Malice as he switched into his Ground Pounder mode. There wasn't much room to fight here, so the extra speed wouldn't be necessary in this fight. "Guess I should try out one of my new toys too huh?" Malice concentrated the power in his palm, and waited for the Captain to show an opening. The Captain felt like he got kicked in the chest as a concentrated sonic blast washed over him. Malice waited in bated breath to see what effect it would have on the Captain.

Who's up now?

After the challenge was issued, Malice got to cleaning up the site of their fight. He left a few crates and what not around, because otherwise it would have just been boring. He made especially sure that all of his tools were on the complete opposite side of the warehouse so they wouldn't get damaged. He flew around and covered all the windows with various tarps and cloths he found lying around, just incase anyone happened by. As Malice finally finished with his work, you heard the familiar hum from his suit as more of the systems came online in preparation for the fight to come. There was a lot of mechanical whirring and clicking as Malice's various weapons were brought to bear, and then put back in their rightful spot. "Let's go." Malice said as he adopted his fighting stance.

Initiative = 6 me thinks Captain won initiative. And as we'll probably need it. Oddly enough I've been listening to this song a lot over the past couple of days. wJ0fFgU22ls

Even from underneath his face plate, you can tell Malice just got a mad grin right across his face. "I was hoping you would say something like that." Malice said as he strode forward a few steps. "If I'm going to unleash that thing on the world, I might as well be the first one it's used against. Besides, if there is a problem with it, better if we know it now, so I can fix it here and now. What do you say?"

It was Malice's turn to bust out laughing. "What else goes into it? How about the weapons? I'm only about half done." Malice held out his hand, waiting for the Captain to hand the Cannon back over. Malice then started assembling the rest of the weapon. If Captain payed attention to the going ons, the exact precision of the device was astounding. It was like Malice was playing chess, in 3 dimenions, with Tetris pieces, that transformed. Everything managed to fit together just so. After probably an hour's worth of work, it looked like Malice was putting on the finishing touches. All the electic gizmos were coming to life, all the little blips were lighting up, and most of them moved whenever Malice pushed a button or flicked a switch. "Alright pay attention now., I'm only going to explain how this works once." Malice turned the guantlet over, and showed the Captain a piece of material that would slip onto his hand like a glove. On that glove there few 4 buttons, just below the fingers. Going from pinky to pointer Malice said "These buttons act like triggers, when you push one of them, it will fire. This is the vitality draining cables, this is the laser lasso, this will activate the conversion matrix on your back to add a new element to your attacks, the controls for which element are hot keyed on your forearm here, and this here is the pressure point blast, when you fire it, make sure your hand isn't blocking this area here, that's where the targeting system is. And last but not least, the tried and true plasma wave still works. To arm it, press down all 4 bottons on your palm, and then brace yourself. When you're ready to fire, hit this button right by your elbow here. It'll fire about half a second after you push the botton. It still kicks like a mule, so if you aren't balanced, you could wind up on your ass. Any questions?"

You have no idea how seconded that motion is. TD, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, if you ever become the leader of any country, I am building a rocket and launching myself into the sun.

"Honestly? I think it's so stupid that it has to work. We'll have to ensure that some of the heavier stuff is on your back, to minimize you being lopsided, but a person of your strength should be able to compensate without much difficulty. But if this is gonna go over most of your body, I'll need some measurements. Stand over there with your feet spread apart and hold your arms out straight." If the Captain was expecting Malice to pull out a tape measurer, he would have been mistaken. Unless the Captain's eyes were decieving him, Malice's eyes were starting to glow a little green. Malice had installed a highly accurate range finder in his HUD, which made aiming quite a lot easier, but in this case, by comparing the distances from one point to another, Malice could render a 3-D image of a person's proportions. Malice had found out about this particular effect after he had been... distracted... on one of his stakeouts. After about a half hour's work, the piece was coming together. There was still a lot of junk left on the table to cram in, but it at least looked the part. Holding it out to the Captain, Malice said "Try this on and make sure it fits. Once I get everything in there it'll be harder to adjust."

Malice just glares at the Captain when he mentioned the laser lasso thing might be "hard to do". "I've built a shrink ray before. I think I can handle it. I can't do most of your ideas, mostly because I would rather shoot myself than make such a silly weapon, but everything is doable. It won't be my best work because of the limited time and materials, but'll definately get the job done." Malice spent probably the next 20 or so minutes organizing parts on the table and muttering to himself. After it looked like he was done, Malice stood back a moment, and crossed him arms. "Hrmmmm." he said as his eyes flicked back and forth between the large amount of junk on the table and Captain Knievel. "Okay, here's the deal. All of that junk on the table right there? Needs to go on your arm for the new Cannon. Now getting all together is a compartamentalization problem, but I'm good at solving those..." as a demonstration, Malice's "ground pounder" form unfolds itself from within his frame, as well as 4 mini guns, 2 laser cannons, a giant chest laser, what appears to be a Flak gun on his back, and mini missles just every where. They then all prompty fold back to where ever it was they came from. "Problem is, that this gets really fricken heavy. So much so, even someone of your strength won't be able to fire it properly because its weight is so concentrated."

Not my fault you couldn't find your shoes.

In preparation for a thread with Ecal, the layout of Eric's house and bunker may become important. The Layout of Eric's House: Eric Micheal's registered Address: 23 Sunberry Lane, which as nearly any local can tell you is located in the Riverside It's a quaint single story house, 900 sq ft (not including the basement). It's known as the "American House" by a few of the neighbors. White siding, blue shingles and a red door. Subtlty is not one of Eric's strong points, but the house already had that paint job when he moved it, he just brightened up the colors. The house is neatly divided into quadrants. From an ariel view with the front door at the bottom, the house is laid out as follows: Bottom Left: Dining room. Contains 2 china cabinets, one of which holds important papers instead of plates. There is a mohagony table that could fold out to accomidate 8, but currently the sleeves are taken out (stored with the important papers) and can only seat 4. The walls are neutral colored Top Left: Kitchen and the stairs to the basement. Has all the standard amenities, but the appliances are all top of the line. They are either very well cared for, or not used very often. The tile is a deep (and according to Eric) ugly green, but he has yet to get around to replacing them. Walls are the same color here as they are in the dining room. Bottom Right: Living/ Sitting room. The walls are a dark red, white carpet and the furniture is all dark. Two couches, a love seat, a coffee table and 2 side tables. All of the furniture would look right at home in a Lay-Z-Boy furniture store, it's all meant for hardcore relaxing. Top Right: Master Bedroom and Bathroom. Blue walls, white carpet and red sheets, yep, he's a subtle one. Queen size bed. The bathroom is pretty spacious, which has one of those shower/tub combinations.

Sounds like a horrible idea, let's do it.

Well not to you or me it isn't Figure I'd say it here, even though most everyone knows this already. Me, quote, svenlol, and TD all know one another IRL. We're trying to get a 5th to join in, but he really really wants to make the character by himself and is trying to get his head around the rules, and trying to figure out a character he'll stick with for a while. We've all played M&M before, but mostly one shots with the characters from Instant Superheroes. As I've been playing far longer than anyone else, I usually GM'd the games. So yes, it is an elaborate OOC plot to control the IC world. That and it's nice to be able to throw a shoe at one of the other players to get them to post :D

The news about Dr. Archeville was comforting, but not unexpected. Malice knew deep down in his core that there was a chance that the Doctor could potentially be a meta-human. But Malice held onto the hope that the Doctor represented what humanity could potentially achieve. Under the mask, Eric cracked a smile. The knowledge that Dr. Archeville's insane intellect was all natural was quite comforting. "Well normally, I would draw up some plans, test out the components, run a few simulations, build a prototype, test said prototype, revist the drawing board and start the whole process all over again, each time progressively making smaller and smaller tweaks to the device. The whole process would normally take me a month before I would consider implementing the weapon into my suit." Malice waits for the Captain's jaw to be picked up off the floor. "That being said, because I'm not personally going to be using the damn thing, I see no need to use nearly that much finesse. Besides you like to live dangerously." Malice then proceeds to essentially tear the Adrenaline Cannon in half. He takes one or two parts from one of the halves, before unceremoniously throwing it over his shoulder. From out of his toolbox he pulls out several pieces of scrap metal, circuits and wires. "Alright, I pretty much got everything I need to make the Cannon take less time to fire, what else would you want on this? It'll make my job easier knowing that before I dive on in."

"Alright then, let's have a look see." Malice put the Adrenaline Cannon on the table, and messed around with the lamp until the lighting was just right. He then popped a panel and began fiddling around with a few of the components inside. He then stops all of a sudden and digs in the tool box, and retrieves a simple pad of paper and a pencil. "High tech, huh?" Malice goes to work scrawling a dozen or so equations (or are they diagrams) that the Captain honestly can't make heads or tails of. After a few minutes of exciting number crunching, Malice backs off the paper, and Captain can see that 2 numbers are boxed in, one much higher than the other. "Okay, here's the deal. First off, you need to find out who made this Cannon, and plant your foot a minimum of 6 inches up his butt. This is about the most inefficient model of energy conversion I have ever seen. Whoever thought they were doing good here needs to hand in their Mad Science card." Malice points at the small number "This is the amount of power your Cannon needs to fire at its current speed." He points at the much larger number "This is how much power it would need to fire in half the time. My entire suit uses less power than that."

Malice really hadn't really wanted anything else in return for working on the Cannon. He had honestly just wanted to do the job so that he could look over the Adrenaline Cannon. It probably wasn't something the Captain had realized, and Malice was definately not going to pass up any opprotunity go get ahead. But Captain had hit the nail on the head, Malice loved information. It was a common trait of these super science types really. These people were quite honestly beyond the cutting edge of science. They were pushing boundaries that normal scientists didn't even realize were there. But it was also common place that because each of these scientists were pushing different boundaries, they each had their own unique insights and methods for a particularly problem. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that Dr. Archeville knew far more about physics than he did, but just as likely Malice had a strong feeling that he knew far more about creating high explosives than Dr. Archeville did. So getting to tinker with the Captain's Adrenaline Cannon was by itself a pretty sweet deal. Getting an insight into the method's behind Dr. Archeville's (almost literal) madness was a veritable cherry on top. Malice gave a small chuckle at the Captain's proposal. "Alright, let's get to work." he said turning around back to the workbench. But he stopped in mid step "Wait. Captain. As much as it pains me to say this, you did good. Here, you earned this." Malice ejects a bullet from one of the guns that's about the size of a child's shoe. After examining it for a moment, the Captain discovers that the words "Captain Knievel" are scrawled on the bullet. Turning back to the table Malice says "Only 11,724 more to go, keep this up and you'll be in the clear."

The Captain's eyes caught a blaze of light from up on one of the catwalks over looking the warehouse. Without any other light source in the warehouse, the various nodes and blips on the suit made Malice light up like a Christmas tree. He was sitting down on the catwalk, with his legs hanging off the side and his arms hanging onto one of the supports for the railing. When Captain called out into the warehouse, Malice answered "Nope. Tonight I'm playing the part of Jolly Old St. Nick." Malice stood up from his sitting position on the catwalk, and fumbled with something that the Captain couldn't quite make out at this distance. With something rather big and bulky in his arms, Malice lept off the catwalk, using his jet boosters to slow his decent before he hit the ground. Malice set down the box down on a bunch of crates covered in a cloth, which looked like they were going to be used as an improved workbench. Flicking on a lamp he had most likely brough with him or found buried with the other junk here, Malice opened up the box to reveal the widest array of tools the Captain had likly ever seen before. "Hey look. I even brough the elves. Please tell me you brought something worth my while."

With a defeated sigh, Malice responded "I'll see you then." Shutting the Comm Link off, Eric strode over to the bar he had recently installed in his base. It was always a pain in the butt to go back up stairs whenever he wanted a drink or had to go to the bathroom. Eric was thinking of essentially making a second house with all the amenities down in the bunker. But the bar was obviously the first pick, manual labor isn't so bad when you're hammered. Eric made himself a drink he had dubbed "The Captian" It was an unholy abomination of equal parts Absolute 90 proof vodka, Baileys, Jack Daniels and Kaluha in a 8 oz glass. And of course a dash of Captain Morgan rum. It was so named because it was bitter, left a bad taste in your mouth, left you deaf, dumb, blind and stupid and worst of all, you hated yourself for liking it. Eric found himself drinking this a lot now and days.

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday! And from all of us here, thanks for everything.