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Ecalsneerg replied to Gizmo's topic in Archives
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OK, here's the thing. The concept as a whole is sound, the powerset perfectly fine and all the other elements aren't causing issue here. But this one issue, of costume, is, as is the fact you seem so hung up on having a skimpy outfit. Now, as to our content, don't think you can't challenge us. Frankly, we're willing to explain our reasoning, and what we mean by PG-13. Hell, I'm British, we don't have PG-13, they had to explain it to me. But we don't want stripperiffic costumes, and that Skyrim costume is not functional as armour in any way, and is incredibly goddamn skimpy.
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Geckoman >Adventures in Babysitting in Space (1) +1 Refpp (rollover to Equinox) Equinox >Springsvale (1) Non-canon >Rebels Against the Dark Lord (1)
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Clumping footsteps resounded in the hall until a dirty-looking woman appeared in the hallway. Long, brown hair was tied back by a navy bandanna. An old scuffed black leather jacket, slightly oversized, hung down to her knees. She wore a torn black t-shirt and faded grey cargo trousers. A raccoon of all things scurried in after her. Dr Siobhan Drake nodded curtly at the two superheroes in front of her. "Sorry I'm late, but it's important to be careful. Especially in light of what we're about to discuss here." As the raccoon began climbing her legs, she slid her hands into her pockets and assumed a casual stance. "It is just us, yes?"
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So, here are your post counts. A lot of you didn't post your threads this month (tsk, tsk), but for those who did, a tasty-looking 6 PL bumps, and a special congratulations to Gizmo for maxing his THIRD PC, with Wail now at PL15/250pp. Arichamus El Heraldo: 1pp King of Suits: 1pp Osprey: 1pp Wave-Eye: 2pp Blue Rose Kit: 1pp Stormbreaker: 1pp, and a promotion to PL12!!! Ecalsneerg Arrowhawk: 1pp Geckoman: 2pp Equinox: 2pp Geez3r Maxima: 1pp Gizmo Ghost Girl: 1pp Jack of all Blades: 2pp Midnight: 1pp Set: 2pp Wail: 1pp, and maxing out another PC!!! GooseInduced Polarity: 1pp Skaere: 1pp HGMorrison Argonaut: 1pp Foreshadow: 2pp, and up to PL13!!! Glamazon: 2pp, and up to PL9!!! KnightDisciple Cobalt Templar: 1pp Gabriel: 1pp Nevermore: 1pp Thoughtspeed: 2pp, and up to PL11!!! Raveled Blue Jay: 3pp Maelstrom: 0pp TNTeen: 1pp RobRX Bloodline: 0pp Cho: 1pp Sorus Blue Fox: 2pp Willow: 2pp SpicyWaffle Bee-Keeper III: 1pp Supercape Bloody Mess: 2pp, bringing him up to PL15!!! Lord Steam: 2pp Pitch: 4pp Rene: 1pp Sunset: 1pp TiffanyKorta Bloduewedd: 1pp Miss Grue: 1pp Revenant: 1pp Triakosia: 1pp Young Britannia: 1pp Thevshi Velocity: 2pp Tsunami: 3pp Synapse: 2pp, and up to PL12!!!
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Equinox, as Eldrich's old apprentice, would be up for this. Also because apparently you're one of like 2-3 people who know it's not Eldritch
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Equinox stood a little ways from the corpse, looking down at the runes. Her eyes were narrowed both from the sun and from the plumes of smoke rising from the cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She tugged the brim of a wide-brimmed black cowboy hat further forward. "What worries me right now is what killed it." <Bigger snake?> suggested Hayley, lying flat on her back nearby, sunning herself. <I hope not. But snakes can't draw sigil circles.> She turned to Jane Aqui. "Why are the kids hanging about?" She inclined her head at the nearby tents. "I understand this doesn't happen much, but if someone did some heavy duty magic, and they're still around, it's likely to be pretty unsafe."
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Skill Mastery Acrobatics 25. Done.
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Equinox is in.
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Arrowhawk 1 post = 1pp >Cry for Justice (1) Geckoman 8 posts = 1pp, +1 Ref pp = 2pp, roll onto Equinox >Adventures in Babysitting In Space (8)
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"Why would you want a politician? You guys don't look the diplomatic type," pondered Geckoman, tossing his geckorangs seemingly at random towards a point on the ceiling. In one smooth movement, he whipped out his staff and extended it, slamming it forward onto the ground as he surged forward and flipped upwards, clearing a good twenty feet to hit the ceiling above three of the aliens. "All these guns and blasters," he complained, swinging his staff down to crack one adversary in the head, riding the momentum downwards to land on the floor as the geckorangs hit the ceiling and bounced downwards. He drew his staff back with two hands in a batter-up position, slamming a second alien backwards to collide with the wall as he did so. He whirled on the spot, hitting both the geckorangs as they came down to eye level, knocking one into his third opponent's eye and the other into his throat, knocking him on his ass. "Why not the old fashioned approach?"
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Free Action: Draw and extend Staff Move Action: Vault up onto the ceiling. Using skill mastery: Acrobatics, and Leaping, Geckoman can vault forward 23' and up 11', enough to get him on the ceiling above the group of 3 mercs. Standard Action: ATTTTTTTAAAAAAAAACK: Taking 10 vs Minions, Power Attacking for 3, for an attack 'roll' of 21, and a DC of 24. Of relevance is Takedown Attack 1 and Extended Reach.
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Geckoman, base HP 4, Geckonitiative (1d20+12=21)
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Geckoman sighed and rolled his eyes. "Y'know my hopes for this morning weren't to not face aliens with laser eyes. Well, they were. But they were more watch some TV, eat a bagel." He dropped down low into a fighting stance, flicking open some compartments on his belt to ease drawing weapons. He quickly pulled out a couple of yellow metal G-shapes, and whirled them in each hand, testing their weight and balance. "Right, simple plan. Shoot, punch, or bee them until they fall down. Then maybe give them a couple of kicks to stop them getting up. Anyone gets dropped, first one to get there pulls them out of the line of fire." He paused to consider a little. "I mean, that does leave one pers- y'know, we're not blessed with an abundance of people, let's just make it work." Geckoman shrugged his shoulders out, and slid his head around on his shoulders until his neck clicked.
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"OK, let's go," concurred Chris. "Bee dude, c'mon, we gotta get going here if we want off this ship." He turned and began running after Captain Shepard-07, slapping his staff back into his belt, collapsing the length of it as he went. "Before we get there, I don't want any surprises. What're these mercs capable of? By human standards." He effortlessly kept pace with the captain, mouth moving faster than his legs. "I don't want to find they're all ludicrously strong and shoot lasers out their eyes, know what I mean?"
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Ok, so the Lor didn't much see what they'd done wrong, he was surrounded by superhumans, and there was now a blaring alarm. Brilliant. "Alright, I suppose you're in a spot of bother..." He snapped his belt's buckles shut around his waist. Was the fact apparently Erik's gym was frequented by superhumans part of his aim to scout more superhumans? Did being on his team give him the same obligations to repay some favour he owed to aliens? Was it true aliens seeded broccoli on Earth? "So, what's the dealio?" He whipped out his staff and swirled it non-chalantly, electricity sparking from the tips. "You under attack, or is that just a 'waaaah-ooooh waaaah-ooooh someone done screwed up the reactor' alarm?"
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Geckoman wheeled on the technician. "Yes, savage! Backwater! Yo can tell that, see, on account of how we so incompetently and inconsiderately teleport two-year old children out of their homes! Must be a great indicator of our savagery. Also, your translator is flawed, dihydrogen monoxide is needlessly complex and nobody speaks like that!" He knelt down beside the toolbox, ripping up the lid, and then the top compartment. He pulled on his long gloves and his mask, before attaching his goggles to his eyes. He stood up with a yellow utility belt slung over his shoulder... to double take at the new entries. Was that one dressed like Jack of all Blades? "No, no Jackblade here, except possibly you?" He straightened up, and looked the two newcomers dead-on. "I'm Captain Geckoman of Earth. Let's make some things clear. I'm guessing you wanted help of some sort. And thus decided to involuntarily teleport him up here, instead of coming down and asking." He walked up until he was right on the edge of the force bubble. He knew Ellie could let him through easily. He hoped they didn't know that. "Instead you got the wrong people, against their will. One of those is a two-year-old child. 'Jackblade' would not be happy with this situation. Neither are we." He gestured back at the rest of the group. "Look at their smiling faces."
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Chris tried to react immediately as the white light enveloped them... but there was nothing to react to, and by the time the toolbox hit the floor, it was clattering off the platform they now stood on. Ok, space station... Lor... but come on, they weren't at war with the Lor... his eyes quickly tracked the room, sliding up and down control panels and panes and Eden crying and... With practiced ease, Chris shucked out of his jacket in the same fluid motion he unbuttoned his jeans. In the next instant, he'd stepped forward out of his pants, fallen to the floor and ripped his shirt open to bare a green jumpsuit with a yellow G emblazoned over the chest. "Hello, boys and girls." Geckoman glanced to the floor, knowing his gloves, mask, belt and most importantly, his goggles were in the toolbox. But more pressing matters. He crossed muscular arms over his chest. "I totally agree with you there, tubbs. Get your Captain over here."
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Chris froze as people came into the school. Dammit, Eden. "Eep!" he said, falling off the ceiling and landing in a tangle of limbs on the floor. He managed to quickly extricate himself enough to bring a finger to his lips and look straight at Eden. "Ssssh." He rolled over a couple of times and came up in an awkward stagger, moving towards the reception. "Silly me, I tripped and fell!" he announced. He quickly crossed the room and picked up the big toolbox with one hand. He turned to look at the two new arrivals and held out a hand to shake. "Hi, I'm Chris, I'm a friend of the family. I'm here doing maintenance type things. With this toolbox here. Yeah." He wiggled it to make some of the tools (and utility belt) inside clank. "Big box of tools."
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Arrowhawk 1 post = 1pp >Cry for Justice (1) Geckoman 1 Ref pp [rolls onto Equinox]
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"Eh," waved away Chris. "They'd go back in on their own eventually. It's all about the time crunch with you guys." He waved his arms about as he walked over to the section of room not visible through the window. "It's just exhuasting." He turned to face the Espadases. "Ok, Eden... in three... two... one... BOING" He jumped clean off the floor, twisting his legs above his head as he did so, bringing them up to slam heel first into the ceiling. Then immediately flattened out his feet to force them to stick to the ceiling, leaving his upper body dangling facing the floor. "Well, kid, I don't know what you did, but you're all upside down now!"
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Arrowhawk grunted as the big guy got thrown into him, and proceeded to charge back into the fray. Sigh. He was only going to get thrown around some more. Stupid. And everyone was posturing and squaring up for mano y mano brawls. "Hey, Sandy," he barked, sliding a hand back into his quiver, and pulling out a bulky-tipped arrow. "This is a couple of pounds of explosive packed into an arrowhead detonating on impact. You can't dodge it, you're not quick enough. It will hurt you, not many people are tough enough. Seem right to you?" He bared his teeth, pulling back the drawstring and sending the arrow winging to the centre of Sandstone's chest.
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Free Action: Clear the Daze with a HP, down to 2 HP. Move Action: Startle attempt against Sandstone, again, Skill Mastery for 30. Standard Action: Shoot at Sandstone with an explosive arrow. Penetrating Blast 7, Power Attacking for 5. DC27 Toughness save (1d20+12=22)
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The front door to the dojo was pushed open suddenly, setting the bell a-ringing. A scrawny young man in a brown leather jacket and blue jeans came through it at an alarming rate. "Hey, party people." He yanked a large toolbox through the door after him, and set it down against a wall. "Meant to swing by earlier, but there was a thing..." Chris trailed off. He leaned back on his heels, looking around. "​No one here. Anyway, he shot me, I hit him, minor misunderstanding really." He crossed the floor to the front desk with deceptive speed, planting both hands on it and leaning forward, head cocked. "Ooooh, big words. Don't see the point, can't you just, I dunno, rummage around and figure it out? Or get pop-up books, everyone loves pop-up books." He reached over and mussed Eden's hair. "Hey, shorty. Your aunt being all boring and what-not?"
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I'd like to put Equinox forward for this. None of my other PCs are posh enough to cricket.