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Ok, you craaaazy kids! Move Action: FLY AT THEM, MY PRETTY! Standard: Dodge, using One Hand on the Wheel so I can still fire. Defence bonus ooooof... (1d20+9=23) Nice. Then open fire using DC 25 Autofire 1 cannons on the swarm of flying nasties. Shoot! (1d20+13=32) Oh, and now I'll spend my HP on Improved Critical. So, DC 30, up to 35 assuming I hit by a margin of 10.
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"Much as he's an asshole, Jack has the right idea," mused Geckoman as he flew the Pitchoo towards the swarm of flying nasties. "Let's rock and roll." With a few rapid-fire button presses, he'd called up the targeting computer, which was struggling with the sheer number of them. "Game time." The twin gun turrets opened fire, spraying electrical bolts en masse.
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Dirty little... Arrowhawk glowered from under the cowl. "Ok, clever. Nice distraction, but it's not gonna work forever." He pulled out his bow and a blunt-tipped arrow. "I don't appreciate people taking the Michael, nor do I appreciate them messing around with magic when they apparently can't handle doing it. Where's that glowing orb?" He tensed, ready to nock the bow if necessary.
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"I am," muttered Geckoman, pulling off the janitor's uniform as he watched the Raven get fingerprints from the hot dog carton. Criminal scum... don't eat hotdogs! "Hey, I does what I do what I does," he said with a gracious wave. Hey, I'm awesome! Happy dance! Happy dance! "Ok, I'll meet you there. Should I land the Pitchoo on it, or hover it near, or land and send it off to cloud cover, or what? How sneaky are we gonna be?"
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Arrowhawk The Arrow and the Orb (8) No Mutation Without Representation! (2) Jail Break (5) Reputation post 8+2+5=15 (2pp + 1 reputation + House of L vignette = 4pp) Geckoman 3DotG (1) "... And I'm a Mutant." (1) The Battle of the Bands (3) Geckoman R.I.P (7) House of L: Bringing Down the House (6) House of L: Nevermore (8) House of L: The End (2) House of L: Wakeup Call (2) The Mark of Death (7) No Mercy (5) The Maltese Gecko (4 non-canon) 1+1+3+7+6+8+2+2+7+5+2=44 (3pp) Wiki? GM Banking On It (1)
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Bee-Keeper II, The (PL15 NPC, Tier 2)
Ecalsneerg replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Non-Player Characters
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Arrowhawk became painfully aware he was ogling Vivian, and decided instead to meet her gaze. Awful idea. "Ummm... I already said why I was in your apartment. Was arresting a mugger, saw a weird light coming from the window, so I, umm... came up here." He shuffled his feet nervously. Well, there goes my scary nighttime vigilante credibility.
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Ok... this isn't going as planned. In any way, shape or form. Great. Arrowhawk froze up completely as the woman pulled up close to him, and for a few agonisingly long seconds after she'd pulled away. "Ok, fine. What's your name?" he said quietly, without resisting her suggestion.
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Arrowhawk John Fraser
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GECKORANG'D! DC 19 Toughness for Maestro. (1d20+10=20) Should that fail, then... HP! Weee! (1d20+10=22)
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Arrowhawk glanced down at the finger pressing into his chest for a second. Only to notice the woman was wearing a tank top. He sharply snapped his gaze back up... to see her bite her lip. "The orbs, er orb I was going on about?" He hesitated for a second. Well, this doesn't happen often. "Um, yes, the orb. Well... um..." He tried to think of something to say, but ended up trailing off.
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Sense, sense, sense; Sense, sense, sense; Sense yo motive! (1d20+12=18) Dammit. I'll let it pass for comedy.
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"LIZ!" roared Chris as she went down. Summoning up all his reserves of speed, he ran towards her so fast he blurred slightly. "C'mon, just hold on, c'mon..." A dangerous glint in his eyes, Chris aimed at the Maestro and threw the Geckorang which had suddenly appeared in his hands with a practiced speed.
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"I'm the one investigating the mysterious light coming out of your window," said Arrowhawk, stepping down into the room. "Which is probably linked to that Orb you just made disappear." He crossed his arms across his chest and rose up to meet her gaze. "I've nothing against people dabbling in the arcane. What I do object to them doing is doing it suspiciously and obviously, then acting like the man who came to see if they were alright is in the wrong." His mouth twisted in a wry smile. "And if I was peeping, would I announce it?"
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Arrowhawk bound the mugger's hands with rope, and dumped him in the alleyway. "You'd think you'd learn, wouldn't you?" he said, shaking his head. Quickly sending out a signal for a police pick-up, he ran up the wall onto the next roof and kept going. He hated Midtown, but not so much as he hated the greens who kept moving in on Southside. So it was a bit of a toss-up. Suddenly, instinct told him to look up. His gaze rapidly firing towards the window, his eyes narrowed. That's not a good glowy effect... I better investigate. In one bounding leap, he'd cleared the edge of the roof, firing his grappling gun as he went. Swinging around and upwards once more, he halted on the brickwork under the window. Putting his grapple gun away, he slid up the brickwork and onto the sill. An attractive woman seemed to be... staring into a crystal ball. Damn crazies. "Hey, what's going on here, then?" growled the archer.
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Geckoman whipped the remote out of his pocket. The Pitchoo rocketed up towards him, walkway ready to jump onto. "Ok, darling, time to go shoot stuff... and no more dents," he crooned to it. "You be a good girl." He leapt easily from the roof a good twenty feet, landing on his feet on the ship. "Ok, guys, you know your plan, stick to it and blow up alien gribblies, m'kay?" And with that the door was sliding shut and Geckoman was easing himself into the pilot's chair.
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Breakdown sent the robot flying down in a shower of sparks to the floor, metal clanging. The mouth still moved incoherently, but rather than a modulation of Geckoman's voice, the sounds it made were chilling. A woman screaming and gunfire echoed through the bank from the robot's mouth.
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He can't beat it! Edge, go!
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Arms and legs moving faster than they'd ever before, Chris twisted and turned out of the ropes, lungs starting to burn. Hang on, Liz! I'm coming. SNAP! One arm pulled free, forcing its way through water to tear the other loose even as his legs kicked and flailed to freedom. Grunting and losing precious oxygen, he tore open the bag, and start swimming upwards. Can't... stop... going... Air thinning, struggling to move his limbs, Chris pulled up towards the surface. Suddenly, with a splutter and choke, he swallowed some water. Not like this... not like this... he thought as the darkness started coming in again, harsh and strong in the depths. NOT LIKE THIS! Geckoman burst out of the water, gasping for air and coughing. "Bwahahahaha!" he laughed triumphantly to the skies.
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Let's call this current situation a DC 25 Escape Artist check. And let's say that whole inner monologue took like 20 seconds. 7 rounds until he starts suffocating. HERO POINT! Act unhindered! HERO POINT! Start healing from Disabled. Dice gods, smile on Geckoman! Let him not die! (1d20+4=21) Six rounds until imminent death. HERO POINT! Finish healing with another standard action. Five rounds until imminent death. Extra Effort - Power Stunting Quickness 6 (x100) off Enhanced Dexterity. So I can do what'd normally take 20 minutes (200 rounds) in 2 rounds! Take 20 on Escape Artist for 28. Three rounds until he starts suffocating. Let's say roughish water, DC 15, and he needs to swim 30' (2 full-round actions) to surface. Some swim rolls! (1d20+2=21, 1d20+2=11, 1d20+2=18) He makes it just as he runs out of air!
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Well, that was it, thought Chris, as the sack drifted towards the riverbed. The end. He'd lost. Vision blurring as water choked his eyes, deprived of his utility belt to cut his way out, there was nothing he could do except let the water carry him until oblivion. "Sit down and take a deep breath, Gecko-Boy. That's the adrenaline talking." What? Raven? "And if they hurt you, you'll heal it up." Erin? Listen, guys, can you let me die in peace? What if they were right, though? Nah, he was right to start with. "Getting a bit ahead of yourself, aren't we?" Liz! She said that when I kissed her for the first time... I can't let her die just because I want to quit!
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Chris awoke caked in blood on the banks of the Wharton river. Afternoon sunlight burned his pained, bruised eyes. "You... did all this during the day?" forced out Geckoman between cracked teeth. Rick nodded curtly as he and one of his men lifted the barely conscious superhero up. "Blacked-out warehouse windows. Now shut up and get in the bag." With that, a third man started pulling a sack over Geckoman's feet. "You're going for a swim." Unable to fight back, Geckoman found the bag closing over his head, the cord pulled shut and plunging him into darkness. There were some muffled voices and squelching footsteps on the riverbank for a few minutes. Then, unceremoniously, Geckoman was thrown; badly beaten, tied up and in a sack; into the river.
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So, two bruises, two injuries, disabled and unconscious. Stop being unconscious (1d20+4=22) Disabled and tied-up people can't resist this sort of thing 6 Hero Points as consolation?
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Could part of that be the descriptor, not just the build? "Reality warping" is an incredibly flexible descriptor.
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Sonic attacks? I am the Geckoman. The attacks I not dodge, I shrug off. Then I eat a bagel. (1d20+10=12, 1d20+7=26) He failed to dodge, yet feels no pain!