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I've been waiting for one of those two to post something, especially Sand.

Yeah, but how does that affect the poor schmuck who paid 2 pp so he could have a 9 ep motorcycle as Equipment?

The common justification is that she's so hot, your sexuality is not in the question. At all.

I'll disagree with Doc here. Rings explicitly don't qualify for Normal Identity, because they are so easy to carry around. A battlesuit is not comparable to a ring in that regard.

I'm going based on the fact Avenger is leaning in close and balling up her fists. Generally a sign of anger :P

"So, you've worked with this guy, right?" commented Geckolass to Wesley. "Is he usually this... volatile?" She frowned slightly at his angry outburst, although did derive some pleasure from the look of smugness of the Doc's face. "I mean, seriously, what is with the grimness? He, or she I should say, is like a bad 40K fanfic, she's that grimdark."

Thing is, Attractive is PL-capped. It's easy to describe someone as attractive, but good at bluffing and diplomacy so they don't have Attractive (i.e. flawed skill ranks). However, going down this road with Wealth, someone good at the interaction skills used for wealth will break caps just because they have money, and that doesn't sit well with me. And I think 6 pp for silly rich is way too much, unless we actually start doing something with Wealth ranks other than as a very expensive descriptor. 6 pp for a flawed bonus to interaction skills is a lot, for 6 pp I as a player would expect a large benefit from so significant a points investment.

RUN! RUN WHILE YOU CAN!

Geckoman whirled in his seat, turning up the volume dial to his right, hitting a switch under the controls and grabbing the first aid kit from the compartment that snapped open to his left. He picked up it up, tossed it lightly to the Raven and spun half-round to the controls again. Geckoman lifted his hands above his head, forced down the urge to gulp and said, "Autopilot. It's taking us up at a level pace. And what do you mean, advantages? Why would you know abouvt that, if you're talking about what I think you're talking about?" does she know about the regeneration thing? How? Why? I'm like... obscure trivia. I'm in the same city as the Freedom League, nobody ever features smaller heroes like me. I'm like, a superzero. Well, at least it saves explanations if I end up hanging one-handed off the glass of a tall building... again. "Yeah, Samuel L is a good teacher," quipped Geckoman, kicking off the autopilot and swerving the ship. "You may want to hold on tight." As the ship spun to point at midtown, he forced the accelerator forwards, rapidly moving the ship up to a couple of hundred miles an hour. Glancing at a screen laid flat against the controls, he quickly asked, "Aparo Street, computer?" and was rewarded with a GPS map and a red dot projected onto the window, which he followed to the street. Understandably, he quickly pulled the speed right down before going to hover just above the police cars. He slid the hatch open at a button press and a ladder dropped down to cover the few feet until the pavement. "Ladies first."

That's actually a good idea. I'll third that idea

Oh, god! Raven is touching my shoulder! Oh, crud! Stay cool, Christopher! "Ok, bringing her down," he said, pulling the thrust and steering levers and beginning to descend. "Sheesh, why did that sort of thing have to happen?" pondered Geckoman out loud. "It's all stupid, and pointless, and painful, and stupid. Fires like that just shouldn't happen." He watched as the family received medical attention, before turning to the controls. Popping open a compartment, he pulled out a spare pair of goggles and replaced the soot-stained ones he had on. I'm not sure I can remain composed with all this physical contact. It's really a good thing I put that Raven poster on the inside door of the cupboard. That would take explaining. I don't want to look like a fanboy, I want to look like a superhero. Say something clever. "So, d'you have any idea what caused that fire? Kids? Wiring? Insurance?" Chris was talking quite fast now. "We could go try and find out. Do you want to go find out? I'm Geckoman, by the way? We could go find ou... oh, I never asked if you were OK. Were you hurt? i'm sure I have bandages and Vaseline in here somewhere..."

I can't say. Nothing past Series 1 has made me want to watch it as anything other than 'oh, something's on'

Just to clarify, are there any thugs left conscious?

But do you have Immunity to Plot Radiation? :P

Yeah, he's right. Hellbound, why not take a week or two off and see how you feel after that? eyeonthemountain, I'm sure if you PMed some of the more active players (*coughavengercough*), they'd be happy to start a thread with you so you can get some more playing in.

"No disrespect intended, y'know, but why hire some admittedly scrawny kids, and not some even bigger toughs? They'd probably be more of a deterrent than us. Not that we're not willing to do it, of course, I'm just curious." Man in park wants children! ALERT!

Am I allowed to sense if he's not telling the whole truth? Sense Motive (1d20=7) Well, even if I tried, I'd fail.

Maybe they could be a branch of regular mafia that branched off after developing strong contacts with Freedom City's resident mad geneticists, the Power-House. It'd solve the mutant problem, and tie them in better to established material.

Hold on... is that who I think it... the Raven? "Erm... um... yeah, sure," he stuttered. The head was intense, his goggles steaming up from it. He went forward to a pair of kids, maybe about twelve and ten. The younger boy was leaning on the girl, but both looked totally distraught. He spoke to them in a low voice. "We're gonna get you out of here, OK? Reckon you two can help us get your family into my flying ship? It'll get y'all out of here in the blink of an eye." Putting his hand on the girl's shoulder to guide her and her brother to the Pitchoo, he let a middle-aged looking woman lean on him. Maybe she was the injured man's husband. Gah, the Raven! I can't screw up! Insert many curses here! "Ok, folks, if you're hurt, don't force yourselves or anything, but we do kind of get a wriggle on." Professionalism.

The teen merely grinned and began counting his counterpoints on his fingers. "One, I can only punch through those weird Japanese paper walls, and that one time was an accident. I tried to stick to it and was bemused to find myself on the floor on the other side of it. Two, I can't shoot energy beams. I've got gadgets that do that, which I think you could figure out how to do easily. Three, I'm not faster either, but again, gadgets. I'm guessing you're smart enough to at least have some technical ability? As for the arsenal, revise your point. You don't have one now. you sound really smart, and I mean really smart, and you can flip pages with your mind. You could build stuff really quickly." "As for a sustainable energy source? Well, my airship has never needed refuelling despite its many, many air miles. Unfortunately, my friend Darian and I haven't managed to isolate the mechanism behind it." Chris frowned momentarily. Off topic? "Anyway, my point is that the only difference in capability between the two of us is I stick to walls and you're a lot smarter than I could hope to ever be in a million years."

"Well ,not your frequency," said Geckoman nonchalantly. "But hey, coming round as fast as possible." Pulling and pushing some levers, he brought the ship up to the north-western side and slid the hatch open. Several more washing lines fell to his journey, leaving some large bloomers stuck to one of his windows. He whirled his seat back to the transmitter. "Ok, I'm where you asked me to be, and the ramp's down. You need me to come in and help? This thing'll keep itself up." While awaiting a reply, he had a brief thought. Oh %*£^ He ran over and swept some side-projects into a cupboard in the back of the ship. This managed to clear up some rough-and-ready looking leather couches with seatbelts hap-hazardly fitted.

"Missed? That's a bit harsh. I mean, it's not about how much you can do or how well you can do it," said Chirs earnestly. "You don't need to be Freedom League level to be a superhero. For every Captain Thunder or Raven, there's another minor hero who maybe only operates on their own city block. It doesn't need to be a big investment. Every little helps, it's the thought that counts, et cetera et cetera."

Note that I can still ram you with a fast-moving vehicle. :P

Since when can permanent FFs suffocate you? I've never heard that one before.

Bioelectric mitosis stimulation ;)