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Chris was unarmed, and the girl seemed stronger than he could fight. But since when did that stop me? "What's the matter?" he jeered at Candy. "Running away after your cunning plan failed massively?" He pivoted on his foot and swung a kick at the girl's stomach.
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"Hey, I've never been against team-ups. I've done it before, although generally with only a couple of guys. This, well, it's different. But I reckon they need someone to keep an eye on them. I'm not going to try and make out like I'm some big-shot hero, but I still kind of know what I'm doing, whereas these guys alternate between overtly naive or inexperienced or scared. If they decide to make a go of this, I'd feel obligated to watch their backs." Well, that and it may stop me getting beaten up as much. Knives hurt. Like, a lot.
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As Eddie left, Geckoman decided to go in. Weeeee, let's go get yet another lecture. He walked into the office, sat down in the chair, and started doing what he was good at: talking. "Ok, Mark said you just wanted to hear our point of view, so here it is. We went along to the game, like everyone else, but our bus arrived late. We got there, the place seemed quiet. Everyone turned out to be in some sort of stasis field, and two wannabe supervillains were there, along with a load of robots and demons. So, we go in and try to save them. Yeah, maybe we weren't particularly professional and should have waited for the League or something." He paused to think. "But, when push comes to shove, we were there, we had powers we could use to stop those little punks, we did so. That's how it goes." He leaned back in his chair. "I'm not taking responsibility for the press conference, though. Blame Mark, I was all for me staying behind since I do this sort of thing a lot and letting the others slope off to maintain at least some privacy."
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Well, in this reality. See, Genderswitch establishes he can regenerate damage at the chromosomal level. If his regeneration pulls a Wolverine and progresses to insane levels, he won't die as any time his cells divide, his telogenes will remain intact and his cells won't age. Add into that being able to stand up from any damage done, and bing! Immortal Geckoman.
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With Wesley's aid, Doktor Archeville's genius is easily able to formulate most of a remedy to their conditions. A small formula, to be injected into the bloodstream and carried through the body. However, a quick test reveals that it doesn't quite work yet. One element is missing: a copy of the original signal. While that cure is being perfected, Avenger's terrifying form stalks local technology companies. After several false starts, he finds a lead. CyberDyne Systems, a small independent firm, manufactures or imports parts for a Mr Takou. The arrangement, as described by a petrified desk jockey, is that a third party, a courier firm, is hired to pick up the goods and deliver to a drop point where Mr Takou's associates collect the merchandise. Dark Star's flight path takes him across most of the region. On the return journey back towards the lab, having not found anything of note, he notices an abandoned car park, where the roof seems to indicate the same sort of gravity signatures as the android they'd encountered previously had. Only, this time, there were three of them...
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Quick summary post for my own benefit... Intimidate: Gather Information:
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Gecks has had a millenium to perfect his mojo. Damn right he's 'magic'
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Chris walked along the street, carrier bag swinging from one hand. He'd donned black Airwalk skate shoes and baggy jeans, along with a white t-shirt with "BOOSH!" written on it in large purple letters. While he'd been taken aside and asked not to turn up in his ship or costume or something, he still wore a pair of round black goggle-like sunglasses and a trilby with a green 'G' badge pinned to it. "Ah, this would seem to be it!" he said, arriving at the door and wandering up the path. He rung on the doorbell and stood nonchalantly while he waited for someone to answer.
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Damn, he's good. We only just left! "OK, we'll have to do this eventually, why not now," said Geckoman, trying to keep his tone level. We're screwed! "Remember, he can only beat you with his cane, it won't hurt too bad." He dropped the ship to ground level and dropped the ramp.
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Chris wanted to get out of his costume, but he couldn't. The autopilot seemed to have broken in the crash, and he wasn't sure how to fix it. "Are we all avoiding the obvious here? I fly around in a bright green airship wearing bright green spandex fighting muggers and stuff, and the school hasn't put me in detention or supervision or anything. Perhaps, just maybe, we might get away with this?" Something sparked on the console and he started hitting it with a hammer until it didn't. "You guy's'll be fine. Trust me on this." Aaaaaaaaaand... cue dramatic irony.
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I'd like a mix, we're all in the same general area, but circumstances throw the group together. Saves time, but still has less of an arbitrary 'team-up' feel
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You'll notice at no point in this did he make an actual thread proposal, right?
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If it means you can only be damaged by rank 28 attacks, how in the hell is half effect a flaw? Flaws should come into play about half the time.
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I thought you lived on the first floor, not the basement? Well, as I said, he used to be totally against his daughter pursuing a technological career, but right now he's trying to compromise so she won't get herself sent back to juvie. He does begrudge it a little, but he's still her father. Criminal-wise, well, again, he's her father. He still loves her, despite their screwed-up relationship, and doesn't want her to risk another spell in prison. Despite the fact he's trying to force her into his career, he still doesn't want her to screw up her life. It could be why he was trying to force her career in the first place.
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Alderwitch - Bombshell - PL10 Villain (NPC Tier 2)
Ecalsneerg replied to alderwitch's topic in Archived Characters
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1d20+6=13 Hmmm.... HP. Fort save (1d20+6=7) +10 = 17
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I'd just stick to high Impervious. At about 12-13, as angrydurf points out, even missiles and artillery shells at point blank range can't hurt you.
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Despite not being in the area?
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Because, of course, Transformers needed a sourcebook to be built :P
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Geckoman hopped into the Pitchoo, hammer and blowtorch at the ready. After a brief period of metal clattering and some muffled swearing and hammering, the airship lurched up out of its dent. Ok, I'm not paying to repair the field... He spun it around and left it hovering behind the group, swinging down from it again. "It's working, but the controls are weird. Must've scrambled the circuits. Darian isn't going to like me today..." "You sure about this, dude," he said to Mark. "Summers gets... weird about this stuff. Man sicced the Raven on me because of it."
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"Who cares if we can't move the Pitchoo? I don't care about going public. If you guys don't want to, I'll sit here and be all distracting. I could climb on a tall object and sing. That'd let you slip away." He sat down on a chunk of metal. "I mean, not everyone wants to work publically. I'm not going to to judge you."
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Chris stood to his feet. "My mind? You're the one being mind-controlled to get two of us out of there and leave the guys vulnerable! My mind is a temple!" he bristled indignantly.
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Geckoman walked out of his crashed airship, zappers aimed at the two idiots who'd crashed it. "Seriously, kids. Geckoman isn't the best name, I admit, but Mystic Force just demands I do this," he said, flicking both his wrists to send a blast of electricity flying at the wannabe wizard.
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Shoot at Mystic Force, DC 20 electrical blast (1d20+7=22)
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Arrowhawk landed in the main room of the Scarab's Lair, healed, but still grubby, battered and in shredded clothing. However, he didn't want to try looking around. You never know if something's trapped. So he limped over to a bench and lay down on it until someone showed up to help him out.