Ecalsneerg

Rav's covered the build points, so I'll cover a slightly more important one. Your first two lines are on your character's hips and bust. Frankly... not only do we not particularly care, but find specific bra sizes to be, shall we say, "classy".

Seraph's threat fell on deaf ears, as the Geckodrone leapt unscathed through Mark's attack, landing beside her boyfriend with a fist ready to punch his face... and then promply fell over. Rather than the approximation of Geckoman's voice it had previously used, instead its mouth seemed to be making the sounds of gunfire and a scream. Faintly, in the background, Chris could be heard shouting angrily, but his words were indistinct through the static.

The robot passes handily. Then promptly collapses. Hurray for ending combat! Hurray for Ecalsneerg updating!

"Chris, move!" shouted Liz suddenly, diving forward in a roll as a plant tendril shot from the ground where she'd been seconds before. Pushing Geckoman back from another grasping green grapevine, the two started rolling, dodging shoots as they shot from the soil. Soon they lay in a tangled heap, the barrage of plants having apparently stopped for now. But there was no time to rest as four trees lumbered in to surround them, Geckoman shooting to his feet swiftly. As he squared up to fight the fiendish foliage, he heard Zephyr shout. "Really?" shouted Geckoman, leaping into the air. As he did so, he kicked off his pants and tore off his shirt, his green-and-yellow costume completed as he pulled on his mask. "Because a carbohydrate rich diet is how I get the energy to..." Landing on one foot, he quickly spun and leapt head-first towards a tree. "... do THIS!"

Actually, Chicken Stix is stunned and, as a HP-less NPC, remains so. Geckoman is up. Geckoman has 4 HP. And then spends one on a Heroic Feat... Quick Change. Unfortunately, in protecting my identity, I can no longer temporarily acquire Takendown Attack to fight four trees, as you can spend a HP on acquiring a feat once per turn. So... I'll headbutt only one Free Action: on Quick Changing into GECKOMAN!!! Move action: Taunt, taunt, taunt the tree! Skill Mastery Improved Taunt gives me a DC 32 demoralise effect... which may not actually work on the Animated Object. Sadly, I lack anything better to do with my move action, and in doubt, will shout abuse at shrubbery. Standard action: Headbutt a tree. Taking 10 to hit, that's... 20, and I'll just stick the +2 aid in my defence this round, since I assume 20 hits the Large tree. DC 19.

Arrowhawk agrees.

And y'know... learn to act.

WIP Geckoman Theme Song: Combat: Almost Easy, Avenged Sevenfold Romance: Tragedy: Story Arc Specific: Geckoman RIP:- I'm Not An Angel, Halestorm

Arrowhawk turned and stared in horror as the prisoner took Dark Star's powers. Ignoring the prisoners lifted off their feets, floating in the air due to Dark Star's gravitic powers, he took a few steps forwards. "We're dead," he said, simply, pivoting on one foot to face Nexus. "We're dead." Then his face hardened. "Someone find a way to stop him. I'm going to draw him off." Firing a couple of arrows through Nexus, knowing full well they wouldn't work, he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hey, ASSHOLE! Come and try it! Because phenomenal gravity powers won't stop a man with a bow and arrow, right? RIGHT!?" And... this'll hurt.

Stupid superpowered prisoners. Trick into doing something stupid... like attacking the guy who can't hurt you (1d20+10=17) I assume that fails... Hero point! (1d10+20=27) "C'mon... hit me!"

"Thanks," grunted Arrowhawk, pulling the shirt on and strapping his armour plating over his shoulders and chest. He bolted it in back as he pulled on his hood and cape, accepting Vivian's help in doing so. This time, Arrowhawk was prepared and kissed her back."Ok, see you Friday. Until then..." He pulled away, slinging his quiver over his shoulder and replacing his bow in it. "Adieu." He raised two fingers in a mock salute, then, without turning back, opened the window and slid down the wall, hugging close to avoid a repeat of the shooting incident.

Chris nodded. "Sure, why not?" Nonchalant... nonchalant... NONCHALANT! "That. Sounds. AWESOME!" He pulled his goggles from his back pocket and pulled them on. "Does the teleporter reach to the Arctic?" wondered Chris. "Hell, how was your dad getting up there each year?" Unless he has his own teleporter... so much teleporters, and airlines still exist... weird.

Power Attack for 2, so DC 24 Toughness on bots group 2. Line of 7 5' squares, so hopefully all 7 robots. (1d20+15=31) SHOOT GROUP 2 WITH... ARROWS!

Arrowhawk was unfazed by the constant stream of laser fire, or even the appearance of more cyborgs. After all, he had yet to get hit by anything, let alone injured. "Can we find some way to do this more quickly?" he asked, aiming a stream of arrows at the foes lining the left wall, although blunt arrows now he'd realised that the cyborgs were, in fact, organic. Keenly aware that yet again this had reduced his ability to dodge blows, he figured that his last volley had done the same and he was still unharmed.

Snare Area, DC 22; then again if failed (due to Evasion, if he passed the half-effect = no-effect) (1d20+10=20, 1d20+10=30) The best attack misses by 10. Go Snare evasion!

Chris pulled up at the kerbside in a non-descript green car, coming out of the driver-side door and walking around the car to the sidewalk. He was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt with a Captain Thunder logo on it. He'd been wearing overly large black aviators, which he took off and hooked on his t-shirts v-neck. "'Sup?" He waved half-heartedly. While not overly pleased with Eddie's ostracisation, utterly bonehead actions aside, he thought he may as well show, considering he was seeing less of them post-graduation. Non-chalantly, he put one hand in his pocket. At first glance, it'd appear this was casually. In actuality, he was checking he had his car remote there, since he wasn't quite used to the extra mode of transport yet.

Arrowhawk raised an eyebrow at the 'hospital' comment. "Please, I'll be out doing the same thing tomorrow night, injury or no injury. Dinner is stress-free by comparison." He stood up, and started moving to gather his shirt, armour and bow. Ok, how does this work... wait, not that amateurish. This part's cliche. "Pick you up next Friday, around 8?"

Eddie seemed to be... dealing with Maestro quite efficiently, so Chris knelt down beside Liz, reaching into his belt for something. "Ok, honey..." he said quietly. "Just hang on in there." With that, he tore the wrapping off the item with his teeth. Then rammed the syringe into her chest, pushing down hard to force the shot full of adrenaline straight into her system. "COME ON!" he yelled, giving her mouth-to-mouth and hoping it was working. With a gasp, Liz's eyes shot open as she gasped. "Jesus, Chris! ... why is there a needle in me?" Geckoman pondered for a second, then decided that... "I'll tell you later. Get up and help us fight a supervillain. Who kinda mind-controlled then exploded you. Details."

Aww, can't we just resurrect it in 9 months? LIES... OK, I assume it's a full-round action, then? Anyway, Gecks has 2 HP, +2 from Complications and Fiat. He uses one to recover Spellbound.Go, go recovery check! (1d20=5) ... dammit, woman, stealing another HP. It guaranteed passes, and unless I'm mistaken, she's now unhurt at all since she went straight from unharmed to unconscious?

It's a -1 Flaw. Super-Senses (Precognition) is a 4-rank power, not 4pp. Thus, a -1 Flaw applies to the 1pp/rank, not to 4pp. So, it's 2pp, just not via a -2 Flaw.

Arrowhawk froze temporarily in shock. What the... !? Then, rallying somewhat, he kissed back for a couple of seconds before she pulled away. What the hell just happened? He paused for a second. "What do I think? Well, I think you're the kind of person willing to patch up" And feel up "complete strangers, you've got good taste in alcohol and you're really beautiful." He said the last bit quietly, knowing he needed to say it, but unaccustomed to actually being nice to people. "On the other hand, we first met when I jumped in your window, and again when I was bleeding out." He took a deep breath. I hate doing this. Can't I get shot again? It's generally simpler, and less painful overall. "So... rather than me constantly appearing through windows or dropping off rooftops... we should try going on a date. No costume, no weird stuff, just two normal people." He paused to gulp down the lump in his throat. "Y'know... if you want to."

John Fraser crawled out of bed, massaging his leg as he did so. This is getting worse, I swear. Suppose it's another thing to deal with. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, he picked up the cane he now used, mostly as an identity aid, but party to ease off his leg, although he'd never admit so. Shuffling down to catch the end of breakfast, he habitually picked up the Freedom Ledger and read the cover story on Scarab's "activities". Then started roaring with laughter until tears were rolling down his cheeks. While his lodgings were quite rough, it was tantamount to John's presence and build that none dared scorn or question the hysterically laughing man crowing at the front page of a newspaper. Scarab is gonna be so pissed off!

Adds up. Adds up. I'd denote Knockback as -12/-1 to include his non-powered knockback. Adds up. Adds up. Adds up. Adds up. Ok, simple but solid enough. Just edit knockback and we'll call it :approved:

"Who am I?" Arrowhawk forced a thin smile. "I'm Arrowhawk, I'm thirty-nine years old and have been in the business for nineteen of those. For all intents and purposes, the mask is who I am." Arrowhawk rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Well... I'm not the kind of guy to know what to say, either." Self-demonstratingly, he left the sentence hang as an awkward silence slowly came into existence.

Crap... she's seriously blushing, and she hesitated... dammit, John, sometimes you're a complete idiot. Arrowhawk went to move his hand away. "Are you..." He struggled for the word. "... OK?" I hesitate to think of OK!? "It's just that the other night, you seemed..." Once again Arrowhawk struggled with the trauma of social niceties. "... into me? Is that what the kids say? Now, you look hesitant."