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Arrowhawk 1pp, +1 Ref pp =2pp >Cry for Justice (2)

Dc27 Toughness save vs... Quinn? (1d20+10=21) Bruised and Dazed, still with 3 HP

Arrowhawk merely grunted as the super-fast criminal slammed him off the wall. He felt a short, sharp pain in his shoulder. "Alright. You." By the time he'd pushed himself forward from the wall, his bow was nocked in his hand. He glared forward at the group of criminals, voice rising to a shout. "You. Mustard on a Circuit Board. You've got one gimmick, and it didn't work on an old man. If that's your big trick, at least your oversized baby-gro's finally appropriate for something," snarled the big man, pulling the string back, aiming at Downtime, tracking his movement and letting fly without a second thought. The arrow crashed squarely into the vilain's solar plexus despite his enhanced speed, driving him to his knees

Free Action: Oh, Quick Draw, you so pretty. Move Action: Startle to render Downtime flat-footed. Using Skill Mastery, he gets 30. Heehee. Standard Action: Normal blunt arrow against Downtime (DC 27 Toughness save) (1d20+12=32) ... Ok, critical hit. DC32 Toughness save.

DC29 Toughness save (1d20+8=27) And Bruised, with 3 HP.

Arrownitiative (1d20+9=29) Woop woop woop woop

Just a preface... the constant use of Helvetica makes reviewing and editing an utter pain. Constitution: - (-) Intelligence: 8 (-1) Wisdom: 8 (-1) Charisma: 14 (+2)

I'd also like to point out that the site's owner has indicated in the past he's not a big fan of magitech characters, preferring magic to be two discrete things (although a Doctor Doom like figure using magic and science instead of magiscience would be fine), and being reluctant to approve such concepts. I'm inclined to agree with him on that. I'm also gonna give you the 'anime spiel'. I'm not saying you'll do any of this, but it's worth saying now first. It is worth noting this is a site based specifically on Western style superhero comics and media. Which means certain anime tropes and plot elements aren't really fair game. The example'd be 'play Mary Marvel, not Sailor Moon'. It's nothing personal, simply a genre thing, and we'd say the same thing if someone submitted John McClain, but as it is, it's called the 'anime spiel' because anime seems to be the form of media which comes up the most.

"Hmm." Arrowhawk stood stock still, the only movement being a slight ripple of his cape. "A mile in a tin box through tunnels of crushing heavy stone. Into a potential breakout situation, with god knows what going on down there, and no way to contact ahead to find out." He let out a deep, weary sigh, and reached into his cape with one hand, drawing out a longbow where it was clipped to the quiver underneath. He shouldered it, glancing at his gloves as he did so to check they were secure and not loose enough to encumber his shooting. "I suppose someone's going to have to go in. It may as well be us."

"I wouldn't go too near it," came a low voice from behind Mindsteel and Foreshadow. Bulky muscle and thick armour plates slid past the group under a long black cape. "It's a big, homemade stink bomb. Looks like someone mixed up a load of tar and tape and shot it out of something big so it splattered all over the wall. Definitely not unearthly." Arrowhawk shook his head, red eyes glaring out from under his cowl. "All the same, I wouldn't just walk up to it with a scrubbing brush. The fumes along wouldn't be healthy." He glanced around at the heroes already there. "I thought dirty protests were usually in the prison..."

Arrowhawk just Skill Masteries that one. Also, to make up for missing the past two days, I'm just going to have him Batman in. A DC30 Stealth check with mastery, so if you can beat that, he's failed at Batmanning. I hope that isn't a problem, but it seems the easiest way to deal with things.

Geckoman 1 post, +1pp = 2pp >The Family You Choose (1)

I'm up for it with Arrowhawk or Geckoman

Paragons included a use of Emotion Control (inducing Rage) that, in the past, I think Dok's said to me he'd be OK with including as a Power Feat. It's not actually been officially discussed, but it's something to look at.

"Oh," dismissed Liz, waving a hand. "It's not all as bad as it sounds, we rerouted the cooling duct elsewhere, and it's only under the reactor in terms of geography. And anyway, we've not noticed anything too remiss. If anything, he needs to stop flying it like it's a jet. I designed it more like a helicopter, I can't actually fly it anything near how he can. They're very..." She paused to think of an appropriate word. "Co-dependent." She burst out laughing at Yolanda's forthrightness. "Oh, honey, when you're our age... Heh. But the design's actually got a reason, The shape's so that in radar, instead of it picking up where the ship is, the rays sort of... slide over it. Like on those non-stick frying pans." ---- "After dinner show?" whined Chris. "Come on, we'll both be like half a turkey heavier. I'd need to get the wishbone to lift you and a week's worth of food." He peered into a pot. "What's proverbial soup anyway? Is that some sort of French cuisine thing?"

I can get that, but really, by the book, arrays within arrays isn't a notation choice, it's actively disallowed.

OK, couple of comments. 1. I'm letting it slide on the name front. Ordinarily, I'd be all "no name on sheet? Chaaaaaracter building!", but since otherwise it is a fully filled out, realised sheet, I'd instead urge you to fix it ASAP and remember the vague rule of thumb of: costume, codename, powers, pick minimum 2 out of 3. Although admittedly "turning into a big gorram wolf" may count as both costume & powers. 2. There's technically an array within an array here, which isn't really kosher, even if the Speed/Leaping arrays are pretty basic, inoffensive and roughly similar between forms. You could have it within the overall Container, but outwith the array of Hybrid/Quadruped forms, and thus able to apply to both? You could make it simpler to read also, by simply removing all from the array that are the same in both forms, like the Str/Con, Scent, Super-Strength 1, Uncanny Dodge, etc etc. It's also unusual, albeit not utterly worthless, to need more than one kind of Uncanny Dodge.

"Erik," said Chris, solemnly, putting a hand on Erik's shoulder. "I know. I know about you wearing tight shirts so you can keep inserts in place." He took a step back, flexing both his arms. "Man, I scale buildings using just my fingertips. I could bench you with one arm." He thumped his chest manfully. "Some of us don't need to make weightless weapons." Chris turned to look quizzically. "I'd figure as much as we like. We can just walk to the store and buy it when we want to, instead of having to go online shopping then make googley eyes at passers-by." --------------------------------- "Oh, I assure you, boss," smiled Liz. "No bad jokes. I will make only the funniest jokes at your expense." "Well..." hummed Liz. It was probably best not to mention the considerable aid contributed to the effort by the funds of 'grand larceny' and 'petty theft'. "I did most of the work myself. He's sort of made in-flight adjustments over the years. I'm not the one who put a kitchenette under the main reactor. Or blocked a cooling duct to install a hammock and a TV. But the rest of it was mine. He's got a bit... possessive, so I don't do much beyond keep her flying."

Geckoman 2 posts = 1pp, +1pp = 2pp >The Family You Choose (2) >Vignette

Geckoman They'd thought they'd be safe to the north. They'd stolen the couple's very handsome dowry, and fled northwards on horseback. The nine armoured riders, notorious criminals of the Corps d'Prowess, were strong, fast and determined, having smashed into the father-in-law-to-be's stately countryside abode and snatched up the chests, fleeing with only a token attempt to stop the unstoppable. “Well, look at those fellows go,†murmured a voice observing them from some distance away in the clouds. Something about their identical armour, its strange smooth metal, seemed to make the horses able to run full tilt and barely notice the massive weight that should be on their back. The figure spun the wooden wheel in front of him and casually tossed his brass telescope over his shoulder. “I bet mine is faster!†The head of the formation glanced behind him, smug in the knowledge they'd soon be home, dry, and rich from another successful job... then glanced back again. “We're under attack!†he roared, going for his weapons. As one, the two lines of four cavalry spun and pivoted, forming a two layered defensive line. The great leather-and-linen balloon was different hues and shades of green, sewn and stitched into one solid, overlapping mass. Great brass clamps held fast to it at equidistant points like barnacles, each little golden lump fastened to a thick, thick rope. Beneath this was a small wooden vessel, almost like a sailing ship, with an exposed deck, and cannons flickering with the light of the many strange bottles set into the sides of the ship, strange fires and flickers burning in each glass vessel. At the helm, standing resplendent and alone on the ship, was a lanky figure in a chartreuse knee-length coat. A pale yellow shirt sat beneath it, and his boots were a bright lemon hue the brigands had never seen in nature. This apparition stood, flying his miraculous sailboat, two orange lenses tucked into the brim of his wide-brimmed hat. “Corps d'Power!†shouted the man, in a voice younger than they'd expected. “Surrender your stolen wares and this shall not come to violence! So say I in the name of The Gecko!†The lieutenant of the Corps brought her horse forward alongside her leader. “We outnumber you, even with your floating ship,†she sneered from under the dark visor of her helm. “You have no crewmen. What can you hope to possibly achieve?†Even from the distance away he was, the man's grin was visible as the ship began to lower and hasten, a series of ornate carvings of lizards visible on the barrels of the many cannons. The Gecko reached to his right and pulled on several chains, their links tied together with rope so that he might pull them all simultaneously. Flames barked from his cannon mounts, landing seemingly at random, breaking up the formation of Corps soldiery. And still the mighty ship swooped downwards like a great unwieldy owl. Several of the brigands pulled out high-powered crossbows, firing multiple bolts of solid, sharp steel at the hull of the ship and at the balloon supporting it, but they failed to do sufficient damage to even slow the craft. It was nearly upon them now, the horse bucking and some of the Corps on foot, close enough to read in gold letters on the side of the ship: 'Salamander'. It whooshed over them, parallel to the ground, still spitting flame as its arc seemed to go up once more, up and away from the confrontation. “My Sally is a beautiful girl, is she not?†spat a voice from behind the lieutenant. She whirled in the saddle, to have her sword immediately flicked from her hand by a deft rapier swish. The Gecko was balanced on the ass of her horse! What affront was this? Unrelenting, she punched forward, but the infuriating buccaneer forward flipped off the horse, somehow hooking a rope into the chest holding the dowry as he went. Smoke and horses whirled about the two, and the lieutenant knew there was no guarantee they'd close formation in time to stop him. “So, little man. You've roped the chest, now what? You run off with it?†The soot-stained vagabond looked up at her on her great steed. “Well...†He turned and suddenly threw the other end of the rope with such speed and force it wrapped around one of his craft's support ropes. In a single leaping bound, he jumped and balanced on the rope as it became increasingly taut, increasingly raising off the ground. “Yes, that would be the plan, as it were.†In another fluid motion, he slid down the rope, spurs on his boots slicing at the harness holding the chest on the horse, in time to promptly dig his heels into the chest and float slowly up in the sky, his airship pulling man, chest and rope alike up towards the crowds. With a final bow and wave, the green-clad man flourished his hat and vanishing into the clouds and smoke surrounding the chaos he'd made, in such a short space a time, of their mercenary band.

"Uh, sure, Gina," said Liz. "And you still look plenty young," she continued, lowering her voice and leaning in conspiratorially. "I'm sure most of it is true, Ellie," she said to Mara's girlfriend. "I mean, it's not like she's one to waste words." She grinned broadly, hoping Mara's fondness for brevity was fair game. She wasn't especially good at the 'being pleasant' thing. Especially given most of her and Kenzie's interaction was tinged with jovial adversarial sniping. She felt a tugging at her leg, and glanced down. "Hey, Short Stuff. How's it going? The boys being weird in the kitchen?"

"We had that intervention about you walking around shirtless, sword boy." grumbled Chris. He pointed at Yolanda as she left the room. "There are young and impressionable minds looking up to us. And even they cringe." He leaned back into a chair and stretched his legs out, folding his hands behind his head. "And nah, no allergies. She claims to have a deep allergy to olives, but it transpires that was just being fussy and not liking the color green."

Geckoman 1pp, +1Ref pp = 2pp >The Family You Choose (2)

"I own many shirts!" proclaimed Chris. "Just... you know the thing when you rip off your shirt dramatically revealing your costume? Well, there's so many buttons and not enough hours and it's just quite sad really." He turned to Yolanda. "And yes, Liz is here. She's talking to people and she's real and Erik, you are a cruel man who won't een back me up when you know she is." "Um, Liz is fine, Mrs Espadas," said Liz. "I learned that underwear goes on under your clothing. And I don't think he's embarassed? Or with a particular sense of shame really." She turned to Ellie. "Wine'd be nice if you have any, thanks. Ellie, right? We haven't really met, but the boss lady speaks very highly of you." She smiled at Mara. While she wasn't hugely comfortable with all the unfamiliar people, she did like working for Mara, who was much more of an engineer pretending to be a boss than a boss pretending to be an engineer.