Geez3r

Jester buried both his arms up his elbows into his pants. He pulled out a long pole hand over hand and shooting a wink at Grim. After a moment, he pulled out a perposterouly oversize and unbalanced hammer, tipped in an inflatable squeeky head, to go with his now matching carnival barker get up. "Step right up, step right up. For one night only, you can see the wacky clown Wack a Clown." Jester charges in a frolicking gait after the goons, trying to set the new high score.

Jester's I believe. Standard: Configure VP to the following: Move: Move up into range with as many of them as I can. SURGE Standard: Hammer'd Hammer Attack roll vs Harlequins, PA 4, DC 27 Tough, DC 22 Will, Multiple rolls used in case I down one of them, use first attack to last attack (1d20+10=22, 1d20+10=23, 1d20+10=25) 3 HP remaining

I think Jester's the closest you're going to get to happy energy. And mean, according to you, he's powered by pogo sticks and smores. Ya ain't gonna do much better.

Before Jester could respond, there were two more heroes on the scene. Apparently, this breakout was pretty big news. Doffing off his hat to the newcomers and bowing deeply Jester amended his introduction to include everyone. "My name is Jester ladies and gentleman, all around wacky man by profession and exterminator by necessity." He dons his hat again, and takes a drag from his pipe, forgetting for a moment that it was a bubble pipe. After a coughing fit, Jester hiccuped a bubble before continuing non chalantly "Based upon witness testimony, it appears as though she wrapped herself in a cocoon somehow. Someone then proceeded to remove the cocoon from this facility. Early signs point to mole people."

Jester skids to a halt at the mouth of the alleyway, somehow now dressed in a straight jacket. Pointing at the harlequin goons he shouts with complete sincerity "Stop right there criminal scum! You're about to be served a heeping double dip of justice!" Looking at the gathered heroes, Jester shoots them a vary wide smile with a double thumbs up. "C'mon, we can take these clowns!" he turns back to the harlquins and advances on them, laughing giddily.

Notice Check (1d20+8=27) Initiative (1d20+6=21) Sadly, this is the highest initiative I've ever rolled for any of my characters.

Atlas ignored the damage the ball did, even when it did make a rather bad sounding noise when it shattered one of the mirrors in the corner of the room. "Don't spare my feelings now." says Atlas dryly, but obviously not especially hurt. He kneels down in front of Grim, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We all suck because love's hard, for all of us. No matter how super you are, you can't change your heart..." he says pointing at Grim "... and it isn't bullet proof either." he said jerking his thumb back at himself. "Maybe your feel like this because you didn't know what you were really getting into. You thought you were getting Dirty Harry, but got Billy the Kid instead. Maybe now you're just coming to terms with it. I can tell from the way you move and act, you didn't have an easy upbringing. You're not used to things going good for you, and now that they are, you're scared and sure that something terrible is going to happen. If you think like that, all you're going to do is fulfill your own prophecies." After a small pause he added "But hey, if you ever get bored, I'm sure the cowboy could show you a few tricks with a rope."

(22:17:19) Geez3r: but for now, more screwing around because we're supposed to get lots of snow (22:17:45) Electra: How much? (22:19:17) Geez3r: i've heard lots of conflicting reports so anywhere from 8 to 21 inches (22:19:33) Geez3r: probably close to the 8 (22:19:40) AvengerAssembled: Ooh (22:20:14) Geez3r: yeah for the few days there we were thinking 21 with like 70 mph gusts of wind (22:20:38) Geez3r: it's toned down a bit since then, but who knows (22:20:47) Electra: How exciting for you! Got some supplies laid in? (22:22:11) AvengerAssembled: Live on boxes of nachos and choco pies! (22:24:14) Geez3r: nah, I've been wanting to gut one of my room mates for a while now, at least I'll have an excuse now >:-D (22:24:30) Geez3r: that sounded less sadistic in my head (22:24:34) AvengerAssembled: Does he have HUEG GUTS? (22:25:11) Electra: We're watching the Schoolhouse Rock computer series. They teach children about BASIC and 5-inch floppy disks. (22:26:02) AvengerAssembled: And not in a historical context. (22:27:47) Geez3r: probably only average sized (22:28:01) AvengerAssembled: It sounds like you're not sure. (22:28:06) AvengerAssembled: You know how to find out. (22:28:24) Geez3r: with a knife (22:28:30) Geez3r: (inside joke) (22:28:40) AvengerAssembled: I see what you did there. (22:28:50) Geez3r: heh (22:29:04) Geez3r: I didn't actually intend the other pun (22:29:29) AvengerAssembled: I thought it was pretty sharp of you, myself. (22:29:50) Geez3r: one of our friends plays Modern Warfare 2, and his custom class only uses Knives, he gets like a 7 to 1 kill - death ratio (22:30:15) Geez3r: that was the point (22:30:50) AvengerAssembled: He sounds like a gay blade. (22:31:14) Geez3r: he's not the sharpest tool in the shed (22:32:35) AvengerAssembled: That's a cutting remark. (22:33:53) Geez3r: It's not as bad as it sounds, he's only on the razor (22:34:00) Geez3r: *razor's edge (22:34:56) AvengerAssembled: KNIFE STAB CUT (22:34:59) AvengerAssembled: Crap, ran out. (22:35:52) Geez3r: looks like you need to sharpen your skills (22:35:59) Geez3r: come back when you can cut it (22:36:17) AvengerAssembled: is sliced and diced (22:41:11) Geez3r: sorry to cut this short, but I think we need a topic change

In spite of himself, Atlas had to chuckle a bit. Even at a time like this she was still trying to lighten the mood. You could really grow to like a girl like that; which, as he found out, was a double edged sword. He took a drink and let her continue. She apparently was able to talk, so he'd much rather her get this off her chest than try and disrupt her. Atlas just nodded, not sure where she was going with this quite yet. He had to admit though, their both being shape shifters had something to do with it. It was like he had opened pandora's box; there was no closing it now. Yeah. At least we're on the same page. It was a mistake. Not necesaarily a mistake I regret mind you, but a mistake none the less. thought Atlas to himself, still remaining silent for the time being. ... Full Stop. Crap. So not used to dealing with this. The last time a woman this hot had been in his bed room it was Divine so yeah. And he thought he had problems properly forming a sentence before. He bit his lower lip as he tried to figure out what to say. He took another sip from his already empty glass of iced tea. "Listen, Grim." said Atlas, changing back into Samael. "I like you, but not in that way." Samael was always a terrible liar, but even he couldn't buy that line. Shaking his head he continued "Okay, I like you. But, you should try and work things out with Colt. You've got a good thing going with him. You don't have to jeopardize that."

Nope, try again. Regen and Weather Control go together like peanut butter and sandpaper.

"TTbbbbbbbbbtttt." says Atlas as he sticks out his tongue. Atlas rolls over his two cards to reveal a straight as well, just not one that's as high as the one Colt has. "You suck." says Atlas with a frown. "You vin zis time. But next time I vill have ze last laugh! MWHAHAHAHAaaaaa. Or however ze villains do it."

Fighting along side of someone is one of the fastest ways of getting to know them. You know their likes and dislikes, and you know how they operate. You also know when they get a hair-brained idea; this was one of those times. But Atlas had always been a sucker for a pretty face, so he was right on board. The duo ran towards one another, Divine leaping into the air as they drew close. In one fluid motion, Atlas caught Divine with a single hand and turned to face the fiendish snowman. Planting his foot with enough force to shake the snow off the trees nearly 50ft away, Atlas hurled Divine at their adversary at super sonic speeds. A brief moment before impact, the sun broke through the clouds. Divine was wreathed in the light celestial fire; the aspect of fury herself. The crushing sound of the impact could allegedly be heard over a mile away as Divine simply shredded the body of the snowman. Her foe fallen, Divine skidded to a halt in a crouch some distance away. The vile creation became engulfed in eldrich fire as it eerily lifted off the ground. In it's death throws, bolts of eldrich energy cascaded throughout the area. Then, for the briefest of moments, there was silence as a certain top hat fell onto the brow of Divine and then the snowball exploded in an inferno of eldrich energy. As purple flecks of energy sprinkled down to the ground below, Atlas wrapped an arm around Divine's waist. "Merry Christmas."

Jester peels off the lab jacket, revealing what appears to be the uniform for one of those roller waiters from the old 50's style restaurants. Chewing on a massive wad of gum, he glides smoothly over to where Strong Man is still smoldering. "So what'll have Mac?" asks Jester to the unconscious Strong Man as he skids to a halt, while still chomping away on his gum. Unsurprisingly, Jester doesn't get an answer. Tapping his skate irritably, he continues "Come on Mac, I got other customers." Strong Man sizzles a little bit. "Tell ya what, this is on the house." Jester blows a very large bubble and pops it, covering Strong Man from head to toe in a very sticky goo. He makes a few hurried scribbles on his note pad, before tearing off the sheet and dropping the bill on the goo.

Standard Action: Reconfigure powers to: Move Action: Move up to Strong Man SURGE Standard: Coup de Grace Strong Man with the Snare, while Power Attack 5, the attack can't miss. Strong Man fails the DC 30 Reflex save by at least 5 for the full effect, not going to bother rolling. 40 - Dash - Unharmed 24 - Jester - Unharmed, HP x3 20 - Breakdown - Bruise x3, HP x4 17 - Strong Man - Staggered, Unconscious, Heavily Snared 16 - Mongrel Angel - Unharmed, HP x1 15 - Jack of all Blades - Bruised x1, Stunned, HP x0 12 - Burn - Bruised x3, Injured x1, Unconscious 6 - Thad Minker - Unharmed, HP x4 2 - Force - Rescued

GM ONLY POST Dash came screaming through the area once again. He blurred past Jester, Breakdown, and Jack without slowing down or even changing course. There were no jokes now, he was all business. He paused only slightly to pick up the small frame of Force before hurriedly running off again in another direction, his team mate secure in his arms. From your best guess he was headed back to the Fens, and though it's hard to tell with speedsters, you don't think he's going to be slowing down anytime soon.

"Zis isn't the bet you vant to place..." says Atlas waving his hand in front of Colt's face. "You vould like to fold your hand instead." he says repeating the gesture. After looking at the unaffected Colt he frowns for a moment. "Zis is vorking on you." as he waves his hand past this last time, he leaves his hand in the air, but forms a fist instead. Atlas has this look on his face: After a tense moment, Atlas drops his hand "Damn." before throwing in chips to match Colt's bet.

Atlas was hunched over, shoulders sagging, as if he was carrying a tremendously heavy weight. The air itself in the room was awkward. Atlas's mind had again reverted to an empty buzz. He had realized he had screwed up, but now he was trying to figure out how he could rectify his mistake, and there was nothing coming to mind. Atlas just heaved his shoulders. "I'm in unfamiliar territory here." There had been a few times in a life when an upset woman approached him with a problem. But he had always given them a hug, made them feel comfortable and listened to their problems. He could do none of that here. "How're you holding up?"

"Da, zat's vhat I vas talking about. You are a notoriously busy man, I vouldn't dare of insisting zat you spend of all your time vorking a problem for me." "Sounds like a plan. How about ve meet ze Tuesday after I make Knievel's spine look like a pretzel?" chuckled Atlas darkly, only some what kidding. :twisted:

If had asked Atlas even an hour before hand if he would have kissed Grim, he would have been insulted at the very thought; Grim was in a steady relationship, and to a good guy at that. When the opportunity presented itself however, none of that even came close to entering his mind. In fact, his mind never entered into the equation. He locked lips passionately, his arm instinctively moving to support and embrace Grim. But all too soon, the brief moment of happiness is replaced by realization and guilt. He stayed kneeling on his bed for a moment, his mind racing to catch up to what his body did. He desperately wanted to say something, but no words were coming. He silently left the bed room and went to fridge. It wasn't until he had poured two glasses of iced tea that he mind finally caught up and he came out of his daze. I messed up. Bad. Cripes. Colt's gonna legitimately murder me. But I deserve it. I should have never done this to Grim. It was only then that Atlas realized he was back in the bed room. He handed a glass to Grim, and sat down on the bed. He tried to say something, but found that his voice had died in his throat some where. He just stared into his drink, unsure of what to do next.

"Oh my, so forward!" says the astonished Jester as he is lifted skyward. "And I didn't even have to buy you dinner." he adds with a shrug. Once he's up by the hole, he pulls out his magnifying glass, looking at the edge of the hole intently. "Hrmmm, yes... just as I suspected." he returns the magnifying glass to his jacket and looks down at Gossamer. "It is as I feared; I have no idea what I'm doing."

Atlas waited in bated breath as Grim stalked about the room. She apparently had a really good sense of smell. He hadn't thought of that. When she sprang up on the bed, he had to strain to not move. It was really hard. When Grim finally sprang into action however, it was well worth the long wait to find him. While she was still in mid air, the pillows suddenly grew eyes which had the classic "oh shit" look plastered all over them. The pillows twitched and shook almost as soon as Grim's fingers touched them. Atlas quickly reverted to a humanoid form, looking like an averaged sized version of Atlas. Between fits of laughter he called out"HAHA - No Stop! - Don't - heehehee. I'm not - hohehaha." After a few moments of rolling around like a fish out of water, Atlas manage to grab one of Grim's arms, and throw her onto the bed. "No!" he said, barely containing his laughter as he forgot for a moment that Grim was a shape shifter and this wasn't going to stop her if she didn't want it to.

*looks at Atlas's +42 Disguise check with full Morph* Disguise Check (1d20+42=45) However, what you're trying to do is find something out of place in the room. And seeing as how you've been in the room for quite a while that'll be worth a circumstance bonus. According the Core book, the highest circumstance bonus you can get for familiarity is +10, so you exactly tie with me, meaning you find me, just barely. EDIT: He had replaced the pillows on the bed.

I'm going to VP up 8 ranks in Investigate, Skill Mastery (investigate) and Super Senses 2 (Microscopic vision 2) and examine the hole in the roof, taking a 10.

"I see that Harvard education simply pays for itself. Truly a wise investment." remarked Jester wryly. "I thought it was a hastily completed skylight." Jester blows a few more bubbles from his pipe, popping them before they hit the ground. "Perhaps further investigation of the hole would garner further insight into the mystery of the disappearing luna-y."

"Hrmm. Now you got me zinking." said Atlas. He started pacing around the room stroking his chin. "I got it." he said suddenly snapping his fingers. He walked over to his dresser and began pulling out a bunch of clothes, examining each one, and tossing some of them back over his shoulder as he was apparently looking for something specific. Finally finding whatever it was he was looking for he turned around to face Grim, holding a really big button down shirt in front of him. "Ok. Now what we're gonna do is -" Suddenly, Atlas chucked the shirt right at Grim's head. When she pulled it off her head and looked around the room, Atlas was no where to be found. This time, Grim was being tested.