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And the attache case armor looked like a bit of a shout out to Iron Patriot as well. So gonna see this ASAP.

If Jester clashes too much, I'll swap out Atlas, no problem.

"We're gonna need a bigger boat." Jester's totally signing up for this. If, for no other reason, than so I can describe his ability to walk in space as wearing a fish bowl on his head.

Combat's over, and we're out of rounds, but the adventure is far from over. :twisted: Because of that fact, we're going to need these:

GM ONLY POST The crash of the last water tower signals the end of the fire as the buildings are left smoldering light. Now that there isn't as much smoke obscuring your sight, you see that the damage could have been quite extensive if not for the quick thinking of the two heroes. You can hear in the distance (and see if you're flying) several police cruisers and other emergency vehicles race towards the scene. After a rather pregnant pause in the otherwise silent surroundings (minus the alarms) it becomes apparent that Dash has no intention of returning to the scene. The heroes are left with the question of "What next?"

With a beaming smile, Atlas shook Grim's hand all professional like. He held on for a second as he looked at the handshake. "I'm normal sized again." said Atlas, sounding almost giddy as he thought about the possibilities. Letting go of Grim's hand he continued "Heh. People vatching vill be totally different now; I'm used to zem vatching me, now I can vatch zem. Zis is going to take some getting used to da? I can't say -" Atlas cuts off mid sentence and looks down to see his cat Sprinkles rubbing up against his leg. He bends over and scoops her up, hugging her close to his chest as she nuzzles against his face purring loudly. "Looks like she approves. Zank you." says Atlas softly, his voice on the verge of cracking.

Alright, Thad's up.

Yep, it all checks out. Approved.

Nyrath, you're up.

"Ohh.... That gives me an idea for a new way to patrol." says Atlas as an uncharacteristically dark look briefly cross his face. "For some reason, most of thugs run and hide vhen zey see ze big red man coming at zem." says Atlas as he transforms mid sentence into the imposing big red lug. "But if I valk down some of ze back alleys looking a little less..." Atlas shrinks down to a 5'6" nerd that weighs 100lbs soaking wet with a brick in his pocket "...Imposing, I could really get some stuff done. Wonder how strong I am like this? But another question for another day." He morphs back to Samael "Zanks again for all of your help."

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Atlas's new powers had opened up a whole new avenue for him to explore. He could blend into any crowd now, and after a bit of experimenting, he had discovered that he maintained some super-strength no matter how well transformed. He was never nearly as strong as he was as Atlas, but he rarely needed that level of strength, even when actively heroing. But now he had a new way to on patrol. Take on the form of joe someguy and then walk down all the bad neighborhoods. Soon enough someone will think that you're easy pickins and try to accost you. That's when you put them through a wall. And you know you're in the bad part of town when no one comes to investigate the screaming that's happening right outside their window. I know my job is done when anyone can walk down any side alley in the city without fear of being attacked.

Atlas hugged Grim back tightly, though he still remembered to watch his strength, though Grim probably wished he remembered a little better. Awkward situation or not, he hadn't been able to hug someone properly in over 7 months and he was going to be damned if he missed the opportunity. Atlas stayed silent when Grim let it slip about her boyfriends, not knowing how sensitive the issue was. He did put a hand on her shoulder however to let her know that he was there for her. But to limit the "touchy touchy" he took his hand off shortly after. "No poker?" says Atlas with a whimper, going full puppy dog eyes on Grim. "But how's Colt gonna take all my monies? Jeez. This is gonna throw off my whole man schedule here. I'm losing a night of drinking, smoking and gambling in one shot. Gonna have go start a fight at a monster truck rally just to break even."

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"You should be a lawyer." says Atlas in a much softer tone, having now returned to the form of Samael Nitorvich as he cracks a smile. He drops down off the bed, standing up at normal height "Alright, this time I'll let it slide. I won't say anything to Colt. But if you ever do decide to tell him, do me a favor and give me a heads up so I can get out of town alright?" "So what now? Pretend that never happened and just go on our merry way?"

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"I do believe zat I just got ditched." mutters a bemused Atlas to Colt after Grim leaves the room. He accepts the money from Colt "How about ve call it money for ze medicine to treat ze burn I just got da?" He stuffs the money in his pants pocket. "You two have fun now." he ads with a wink.

"Perhaps a residual effect from being exposed to so many chemicals over the years is the culprit. It was slowly changing her DNA over all these years. Lord knows chemicals can really mess with a guy. Heh heh heh heh hehehehe hahahaha HAHAHAHA!!!" Jester just stares around the room, his eerie smile on full display for a few moments after his little outburst. "But before we begin jumping to conclusions, we should try to determine how the cocoon was made. Now if only there was a trace of the cocoon left. Like a little piece of the cocoon that got separated from the rest of the cocoon when it was removed from the room by a series of fricken laser beams. Like a piece of the cocoon that was left on the edge of that hole up there that I was examining just before the rest of you showed up. Like a piece of the cocoon that was placed in this little plastic baggie here." Says Jester as he holds out a plastic baggie with a bit of white cocoon in it. "Shame we don't have anything like that. The trail's gone cold I'm afraid." Jester blows a few more bubbles on his pipe.

The +9 is from +2 Strength, +5 power Attack, +2 Improvised Weapon.

"Option 2." pipes up Atlas. "I hulk out, and burn off all ze booze. Zen I pick up ze cars and ve leap back to vhere ever ve need to go. Zat vay ve don't have to hoof it back tomorrow to get ze cars. Zat vould suck." He stoops for a moment to collect everything he's brought with him. "Vhat do you say?"

Atlas starts going on an angry tirade, with much waving of the arms. "Ah, so you take of my money and zen make a run for it? I see how it is. You Americans are all ze same. And anzoer zing, vhy is it zat... you know vhat, I'm not even buying zis." says Atlas as he gets up from the table solemnly. He reaches his hands high over his head and stretches before he begins cleaning up all the trash he's made. "If you need anozer vay back, I can alvays zrow you back home. C'mon, it vill be fun." :twisted:

"Ouch. said Atlas after Grim had finished her tirade of hateful words and scorn (some of which was admittedly deserved). He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Folding his hands in his lap presented his counter point "You could also try and convince me that not telling Colt would be the better course of action. But I don't think you could do it, because deep down you know I'm right. But go ahead, see if you can lie to me for 5 minutes, and then think about how likely you are to lie to the love of your life for the rest of your life. But, if, by some miracle, you can convince me, I'll go along with it. If not, then we tell him. And as for how we break the news, I'm partial to shadow puppets, though charades could work." Grim wasn't the only one who could be bitter.

"No." Atlas was back in big red man form, standing at his full height, his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. "You do not lie about this sort of thing. We're going to tell Colt about this. Then you can move on and work past it. If you're going to have any semblance of a relationship, you should be able to at least be honest with your partner about any mistakes they make. We're going to do the right thing and tell Colt exactly what happened. Don't gloss over any details and don't exaggerate anything."