Ecalsneerg
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"I think he's telling the truth." Geckoman turned to the guard. "Did the last Tim Burton look like this one? Maybe someone got the delivery schedule and arrived before the real guy, using his name to bypass security." Ohgodohgodohgod... maybe it's too late.
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How many times can I say "you can't play a player" this month? (1d20+17=32)
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"Oh." Geckoman ran after the delivery driver. Dammit, knew I should've picked security and not maintenance. "Two deliveries in two innings? Damn, man you must be moving quickly. Who's your supplier, they must be pretty near here." He unconsciously went to slip his hands into his belt, feeling for his power knuckles in case of trouble.
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Shaen pointed out to me that, as the fight is in the street, Arrowhawk should see it. So, since I'll forget, someone prod me when I'm up.
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Oddball -- PL 6 Villain -- NothingToSeeHere
Ecalsneerg replied to NothingToSeeHere's topic in Archived Characters
I may be mis-reading, but it seems his Impervious of 6 only applies to his Toughness +8 vs physical damage, which would be OK. -
Notice! (1d20+5=16)
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"Hmmm... depends how subtle you are. I heard a story about Old Man Summers taking his cane and hitting the guy in... well..." Chris mused. "Although I don't know who this kid is, he supposedly left the school. So it could well be a myth." "Anyway, generally, you're new, so the rule is: yeah, go teen rebellion. But Summers is a very very scary man. I'd rather go a round with Omega, really."
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Chris pulled his seat over. "That sucks. You shouldn't blow off your friends. Besides, what party'd be better than these guys? They rock." Have I mentioned the don't play a player thing? I may appear a little stupid, but if someone's trying to fool me, well... I've probably pulled the same trick a few times already. Keep in telepathic contact, I want to handle this situation with... care. Also, I would like to find out how the nudity occurs. It intrigues me and I would like to learn more.
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I actually like the idea of Elseworlds-style threads, where people have slightly different riffs on their characters, i.e. what if Avenger was a Star Knight. Of course, in some cases builds would need tweaked, but I'd probably just encourage players to self-enforce, not make up original material and stick to the builds as close as possible, with some ref intervention if needed. (i.e the Avenger example would probably have lower skills and possibly no vampire powers, but use the Star Knight Device as-is from the Freedom City book) (This isn't me speaking as a ref, by the way.)
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Inspired Autofire attack on Mystic Force, whose name I dislike. Base DC 22 (1d20+10=24)
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Geckoman ignored their comments for now. He had some zingers prepped, but right now... he planned to do as Mark said and hit a home run for Freedom. And freedom too. Hell, Freedom of any capitalisation. He swooped the Pitchoo down, quickly sizing up his options. Tech Kid, or Mystic Force? Let's shoot the second one, he sounds like a Power Rangers series. "Pew pew pew!" he shouted, squeezing the trigger and training the cannons on the kid in the robes.
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It costs ep. Something that strong should cost multiple pp, not a few ep.
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Autofire attack on one group of three demons. He gets a -3 penalty for trying to hit 3 squares, but hey. I get three attack rolls. Pitchoo autofire DC 22 base cannon burst (1d20+4=5, 1d20+4=24, 1d20+4=15) So one guy gets the base DC 22, one gets a full DC 27 blast and the other... misses. That'll never do. HP to re-roll and look ridiculously cool and heroic (1d20+4=15) Meh. So two get hit by DC 22 Blasts, one gets a full DC 27.
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Geckoman spun into his chair, hands deftly flicking switches, pulling levers and hitting buttons. The Pitchoo rose straight up into the air at high speed, before dipping down into the stadium as two turrets dropped from its underside, long metal-barrelled guns unfurling from the conical metal. The faint sound of music could be heard blaring from the speakers inside. "Hello, demon dudes! Bye-bye, demon dudes!" laughed Geckoman, pulling hard on a trigger on one of the control levers. Small circular globs of electrical energy started sparking from the weaponry on the airship towards one group of demons.
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Initiative! (1d20+3=18)
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Can you save me just before I get given to the emotion controller?
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The Pitchoo cruised in at Geckoman's feet, just before the police line. The door fell open, with Geckoman throwing his stuff inside as he sat in the pilot's chair and brought it up again. Ok... hope she's still in my head and we're in my head. Right, we have a biiiig police cordon. The teachers seem to want us to sneak out again or something and let the police handle it. Meh, I wear spandex to help people, not to cower behind the big, tough boys in blue. I've got the Pitchoo down, and can fly in from above and give you air support while the rest of you execute your plan. Sound good?
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No, I still plan on kicking it up the arse
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Dramatic costume changes go!
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"Hey! I'm the one with the goggles here!" said Geckoman, hurling off his t-shirt to reveal the bright yellow G emblazoned on his chest. He pulled his mask and remote control from his belt, and tugged on the mask as he thumbed a few buttons. "Pitchoo en route, ETA won't be long. Goddammit, why is every time I end up here I don't end up watching the game? Just one time," he complained, pulling his goggles on over the eye holes in his mask, "One time I'd like to go somewhere and not have this happen to me." He dropped his jeans and took off his sneakers, revealing himself to be wearing his spandex and thin boots under them too. He grabbed his clothing and went to walk outside. As he did, he let his zappers unfurl from their metal bracelets, the barrel and finger hooks whizzing out and clicking into position. He raised a hand in greeting to the cops.
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She's tried disguising a red skin tone with make-up heavily applied make-up. Also, she's not as shy as she acts, she's possibly a bit harsher and more severe behind the act. Nobody can play a player. But, yeah, give her a quick scan, there's only so much I can work out of her without giving the game up.
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"Dude, where are the staff?" said Chris, looking uncomfortable. "This is... weird. There should be people around." He pulled his goggles from his belt and pulled them on. "Y'know, last time I was here, a supervillain attacked. And I mean, like the Raven struggles to deal with this guy. What if he came back? None of us could outwit him." He smiled wryly. "Or it could be I'm getting really paranoid."
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Another bluff, this time to coax out any information, while keeping my intentions secret. Go, go bluffing rangers! (1d20+16=26) I'll blow a HP to re-roll this, as 26 is respectable but I have a lofty goal. Re-roll! (1d20+16=20) I rolled a 4, so add 10 for 30 total.
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Ok, odd appearance, and concealing her mannerisms. Hah. At the risk of sounding arrogant, you can't play the best player in town. Wait... Am I apologising to my inner monologue? After flirting for a bit and exchanging pleasantries, Chris decided to coax out who she really was. "So, what is it you do? I like your make-up, by the way."
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"Hey, I'm a superhero! You should be proud to stand in my blood!" said Geckoman in mock outrage. "Really, I suppose the problem is that I've never ended up with outgoing roommates. It's always the studious ones who want to be scientists or businessmen, not superheroes." He stopped to ponder a moment. "On the plus side, it means I've never had a roomie bring chicks back and me walk in... because that would be awkward. Especially since I don't usually enter by the door and thus can't take a locked door as a hint. So, you want to take some girl back from one of your gigs, feel free. Just, warning is good! Otherwise some creepy kid in cool goggles may spy on you through the window."