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quote's tub of Vaseline disagrees.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," waved away Chris. "I just need to go sit down for a bit. Not really used to having crazy hallucinogenic mind powers used on me." He went to turn away, before stopping. "Hold on, didn't you used to go to Claremont? Did they have so many superpowered kids then who use their powers for poops and giggles?"

Ding. Approved.

"Well, if you don't know, let's go check it out!" Geckoman flicked out a remote from his belt, bringing his lurid green airship down to hover near the group. "Just so we know what we're looking for, what woul your cargo look like? Just a big crate, or is it wrapped packages in some recognisable shape?"

Would I need an attack roll to hit the inanimate object?

Chris spun low to avoi the tiger's attack, gecko reflexes coming to his aid. "Missed me!" he laughed, diving at the smoke machine with power knuckles sparking. "Gecko-" Wait, no. I'm not in my Geckoman costume. What would the Raven say? "Nevermooooooooooooooooore!" he cried, bringing his fist up to smash down into the smoke machine.

Look! Funny squiggles on my computer screen!

Well, after Arrowhawk had a building collapse on him, I need to have him injured permanently in some way. So I thought, from Agents of Freedom: Sandman and I definitely agree it is not a major drawback, so I don't expect that. However, would it be permitted as a minor or moderate drawback?

Arrowhawk shouted through at the kids. "I need you to nod or something if you can hear me. I'll need to break the glass, but I'll need you all to stand on the other side of the room so you don't get hurt." In case they couldn't hear him, he made pushing gestures, hoping they'd get the point and move away.

Completely off-topic, but I dislike that phrase as a superhero motto (well, obviously not for Cap). I've seen too many strips of the Justice League, Superman especially, operating on an international scale to see them as American symbols.

My friend's summary of why I should go see this was: "Giant robots fighting and Meghan Fox." No critic can convince me that is not awesome. The metal overload comment annoys me, because some people may suffer from overload from other types of music. Just because your typical critic isn't a metalhead... Well, that and I've heard Linkin Park again did a lot of the soundtrack, and they aren't metal.

Waking up... but do I really want to? (1d20+3=6) So, no, I clearly do not want to. He does have a large chunk of metal in his leg and half a building on top of him after all.

Heritage's sequence seems to be most correct.

"Lil' ol' rich kid over there. He stands out a bit, he's the very smug looking one." Geckoman took paints to point him out by pointing a zapper at him. "Now, I don't see this as fair. He's going to get off with a scolding, and daddy'll just buy him out of even that most likely. On the other hand, he got to use his powers on me. He made me think I was a badger. I'm not a badger. I could make do with an apology, but the unfortunate downside is that I want, from him, a sincere one. Oh, and I want pigs to fly and water to come from a stone."

Chris took off his hat and splashed water in his face. What did he do to me? I thought he just shouted! Why didn't he shout!? Then he ditched the sunglasses on the floor and pulled out an orange pair of goggles. He pushed them onto his face and fastened the strap at the back. He pushed his hat back slightly to clear his line of vision, flicking his wrists as he did so. The metal bracelets on his wrists whirred and small hoops extended out. He heard a voice behind the door as he looped them into his fingers. "Shrooms? Hell no, just a bad use of superpowers which will be rectified very shortly," he called to the voice. He made a fist, pulling the hoops taught around his fingers with an audible click. A barrel extended from the top of each bracelet. "Zappers armed," came the murmur. A slight twist of his wrist made a small spark appear in the barrel. Geckoman pushed open the door. "Nothing like a trip to the restroom to stop freaking out." He brought his hands up to show the sparks forming on each wrist weapon. "Wanna see my powers, rich ki- wait, how small are you? That's awesome."

Gecko willpower! DC 18! POWER! (1d20+3=20, 1d20+4=17) Succeeded first try. Let's make this utility belt work for me!

Like I said in the ref forum, it'd probably need handwaved, as Malice would end up like a mile away. Being directly above the explosion, I'd be hurled upwards 472 miles. I can't plausibly think of a way to go *hero point* "I live!"

Ok, this is weird. Ohgodohgodohgodprettycolours. Ooooh, pink. Something happened. He must've used his powers on me, but hey! Pink and yellow! Wooooooooo! Wait... oh god. That's a big snake. That's really.... wait, it's going after me! Aaaargh! But... wait.... why do I look like a badger? Oh no! Snakes don't like badgers! Run, run, run... look a door with a ladies sign. Toilets must be near. Ah, a badger sign! But... all the other badgers! "Fellow badgers! Run for your lives! I've found a burrow we can shelter in! Snaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake!" Everyone else saw Geckoman run towards the men's bathroom at a high speed, hat remaining precariously in position.

I'm craaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy (1d20=11) But due to hero points, a controlled kind of crazy (1d20=13) Meh. I'm going to have to run away. The babbling incoherently comes for free.

Arrowhawk stopped dead with the realisation of what he'd done straight after he pressed the button. But... it just seemed so wr- Fire, pain and white heat slammed into the elevator. The shaft giving way, he felt the whole elevator go crashing through rubble and soil, even as it collapsed in upon itself. mortar smashed into him, cracking ribs and numbing his ability to move. He tried desperately to get low and minimise the inevitably horrific damage, but a shard of metal walkway embedded itself in his upper leg, pinning him to the wall behind him even as the others gave way. All this happened in an instant, explosion driving a rapidly decomposing elevator upwards towards ground level while smashing and stabbing into its occupant, bludgeoning him unconscious. It was wrong. I couldn't let it be there... was his last thought as something heavy smashed down onto the jaded archer and drove the breath from his lungs.

Well, by my saves in the last thread, I've had to spend a HP to stabilise. So I'm unconscious and disabled. It hurts.

Will save followed by Notice! (1d20+2=10, 1d20+5=19)

"Banal? Hell, I'm far from banal," laughed Geckoman. Game time. Scary Raven face, scary Raven face... "Because I can talk very engagingly. Yeah, I can grow back severed limbs or smell who you are before I see who you are. Yeah, between my wrists, belt and this remote I've got enough firepower to leave Mr Tough Guy lying in a coma, and leave this country's airspace before being caught." Well, I don't want to test that. He may be a bit of a twit, but that's just too far. Also, the Pitchoo isn't quite that fast. "But that's all nothing, because when I talk softly, people listen. Clarence, you can shout, but nobody cares particularly what you say. You can shout and shout and do nothing to me. I can talk and talk and convince all your so-called friends to leave you and trash your reputation to a fine powder." He leaned in close. "Also? Clarence is not a guy's name. Change it asap. That's man to man."

Speak softly and don't wear such a noticeable hat. Also, Beginner's Luck to Intimidate. (1d20+9=24) Go, scary Geckoman, go!

I knew this hat would work well. I'm still going to die, but at least I'm going to die looking so damn gorgeous it hurts. I think I know that kid. Doesn't he have, like, rubbish powers? I mean, seriously, I've got frickin' lasers on my wrists and a selection of fun hardware on my glitter encrusted belt. I just go rummage-rummage, pull out the stuff and THWACK. Power knuckles to face. "Woah, dude, chill. Nothing happened, what you getting so worried about? Also..." Memory flashed into the teen's head. "What exactly did you say about my mother? "