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"Epic wipe-out, dude," mused Chris, raising an eyebrow. "You seriously have never tripped before? Once, when I was a kid, I fell down the stairs. Huge knee scar. Mind you, it healed when I got my powers."

"Red alert is a universal convention?" said Arrowhawk, knuckles white where he'd been hanging on. "Why do I find the wormhole-jumping spaceship much more plausible?"

Note that, due to the 'aim' caveat, I'm not sure either use it ;)

If someone drops, Hawky wants another shot.

Banking On It [iC] Banking On It [OOC] Yes, you're at Claremont. Yes, the thread's in Wading Way. Evidently, you ain't staying at the former. ;)

Quark! Breakdown! Phalanx! Edge! Seraph! Reason to be in cafeteria! Interaction! Go!

GM post Claremont cafeteria, evening meal It was dinner time at the Claremont Academy, students filtering down to get lunch and sit in their little cliques. It was a fairly quiet evening, without the usual panoply of food fights, catfights and fist fights. The downside? It was mystery meat day.

GM He Fights Meta Than You (5 GM posts) 5=2.5 posts Arrowhawk Song of Songs (5) IN SPAAAACE! (5) 5+5=10 posts (1pp) Geckoman A Day Without Powers (4) Beach Party in Winter (1) Bug Hunt (2) By All your Powers Combined (1) Fear and Lizards in Las Freedom (11) He Fights Meta Than You (5) I Don't Know Kung Fu (15) Staff Award - 1pp 4+1+2+1+11+5+15=49 posts. Applying GM posts makes this 51.5 (4pp), for 5pp Also, whoever does the pp updates... I need my Platinum total on Geckoman's sheet Platinum pp: 42/60 I'm not counting those 11 rollover pp, but I am counting the 30pp earned to upgrade to Gold. That's right, right?

MORRISSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!

"Hah, naive fools!" proclaimed Geckoman under his breath. "They took my powers, but not... my keys! We shall fly and fight crime once more! FOR JUSTICE!" Wait... He looked left and right. "Oh, yeah, subtlety. Riiight..."

"Camera? Um... hold on..." said Geckoman, reaching into the pockets on his belt. "Handcuffs... flashlight... tuna sandwich... meow mix... furry handcuffs... aaaand... CAMERA!" He held it aloft triumphantly, while hastily throwing the furry handcuffs over his shoulder into the Pitchoo. Umm... OK, I can't explain that one. "Wait... asking girls to prom? Dude, secret identity. I can't be all like 'I'm Geckoman! Want to go to prom?' Would totally wreck my day. I mean, imagine if the girl turned out to be a supervillain? This town's messed up, stuff like that might happen..."

We did used to refer people to Elric on the ATT for first starting out, and he uses this construction for Batman. Since he explicitly builds for PC usage (and, like I said, we used to refer to him), I'd say it's fair. Also: now Shaen can't claim its his idea.

I want Geckoman to return from "Geckoman RIP" during the invasion, so... Let's punch some aliens.

Arrowhawk quickly grabbed a seat and strapped himself in. Bumpy flights? God, this is exactly why I ditched the Hawkwing idea. "What, all this technology and you can't keep it flying smoothly?" He flipped a leather flap onto the top of his quiver and tied it quickly to prevent his arrows spilling across the floor.

The energy slashed through the alien, sending him rolling as he involuntarily returned to his normal size. The airship swung down and landed near the prone form, a teenager in green spandex coming down the exit ramp. "Hey. Roadkill. Awesome." "Yo, sword guy, that was awesome," grinned Geckoman, extending a hand. "I'm Geckoman."

... y'know what, it doesn't matter. It's gone, dude.

YES! NOW THE FACE-PUNCHING CAN BEGIN!

Chris just rolled his eyes. "Ah, screw it. Walking on the ceiling gets lame, anyway." He winced as the bracelet was snapped on, taking a few steps forward. "Urgh, I feel all clumsy now. And my nose feels blocked. Not having superpowers - it's like flu!" He spun on his heel and returned to the group. "So... no powers again. Nostalgia!"

"My name is Christopher Kenzie. I was born, grew up in, and am a citizen of Freedom City. One day, I was injected with a syringe which granted me with gecko superpowers. This is not the story of how I was born. I became Geckoman, fighting crime. I joined a superteam, went to a superhero school... it became my life. I got a load of confidence, I got a great girlfriend. I was happy. Life looked great. Awesome. This is not the story of how I lived. Unfortunately, my girlfriend was the girl I blatantly stole my powers, my gadgets... effectively, the whole trappings of Geckoman from. They weren't mine, they were hers. I feel some guilt for... wait, digression. Anyway, Liz wanted revenge, for me messing her around like that. In her 'super' identity? I'd stolen from and humiliated her. Her 'normal' one? Lied about being a superhero. Thus... My name is Geckoman. This is the story of how I died." This is a Young Freedom Bat-Family Crossover, although Quark is likely welcome too. Anyone else? You're getting lured for viewing figures. Effectively, you'll receive a distress call from Geckoman about rescuing people from a burning building. That's just the set-up. Plot twists will follow. I make no hiding of the fact this is to set-up Geckoman getting beaten, but I feel bad about showboating so actually sat down and gave thought on how to give people Crowning Moments of Awesome, and that is indeed what I plan to do. Hell, alder, if you're up to posting again, I gave lots of thought to telepathy especially, that nasty horrible gamebreaking affront to all that is good and holy. Wait... (All YF threads have chatting and character development shenanigans, they don't need stated ) So, ideally looking for four to five Young Freedom members. Pwease? IMPORTANT THREADS AND SUMMARIES CK and LL: Chris meets Liz. All's Fair in Love and War: Geckoman meets Spellbound... Keeping Secrets: ... then they establish they don't hate each other. Fear and Lizards in Las Freedom: Geckoman defeats Fear-Master, then thinks he's stopped Spellbound permanently. The idiot then accidentally reveals his identity and gives up his zappers... I Don't Know Kung Fu: ... leaving Erin to teach him to fight

Geckoman hasn't actually got a proper picture. He's essentially the Ted Kord Blue Beetle, albeit without that odd beetle design. Green jumpsuit, orange goggles, bright yellow G on his chest. His gloves and boots are a darker green, and he has a yellow utility belt (like Silver Age Batman's)

"Sorry, Mario...Yeah, I'm in too. It's... the right thing to do." Arrowhawk rubbed at his forehead. Dammit, I hate it when all the superhero 'hijinks' start. Occult nasties, mafia super-tech, that's OKish. Space? Well, c'mon!

"He clearly does. This city has the higgest population of superheroes per square mile of anywhere on this whole planet, and apparently a few more besides. And yet... there is still crime. It doesn't run rampant, it is in check, and yet despite all the overbearing odds, the 'triumph of human spirit' apparently instilled in us by our creator has turned to not giving up. So many superheroes, so many trying to foil them, and mostly succeeding, and yet people still do bad things." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I don't question your intentions. I know you're trying to do good. But why don't they give up?" "My business in this district is over. I found the man I sought, and last I saw of him he was trapped in one of my snares," said Arrowhawk, rapping on his quiver with his knuckles, "Hanging outside a police station with evidence on his crimes. Unfortunately, the night isn't yet over, so I'm needed in Southside in order to make sure nothing sparks off there. There is rest for the wicked, but until daylight I'm not going to get any. But I don't suppose you have that problem, do you?

"I've got a question," piped up Chris. "How're we supposed to deal with the sensory deprivation? I mean, it's not like I was born with enhanced senses..." Yay, magical syringe... wait, not that kind of magical syringe. Wait, I stopped talking. Resume, dammit! Videlicit! "Not like I was born with them," he continued. "But you do kind of get used to them. When I put that on, am I just suddenly going to lose most of my sense of smell and a good chunk of my eye range, or will it be a gradual drop-off?"

No. Wealth is to cover stuff like a fancy house, nice sports cars and the like. Equipment is for rigging yourself out like Batman.

"Yo, Mark!" said Chris, tapping him on the shoulder. "You here to get experimented on creepily, too? I think he's going to make us fight, personally. I think he'd enjoy watching it. Odd, but plausible." He stopped musing and resumed actually talking to Mark. "Why're you doing it?"