Avenger Assembled

It wasn't until all the partings had been said and they were all on the Wonderbus that Sharl actually put his head down on the panel before him and started laughing. "We did it! I can't believe we did it! All these months of work, and we pulled it off!" He hugged everybody, well, except Kimber, and mostly just clapped Koshiro on the arm before he took his seat in the 'pilot's' section, leaving Mali to actually drive the bus proper. "Don't worry, I'll let Mali actually drive the thing," he joked, before flipping the glowing toggle switches that opened up the new dimensional gateway. "So long, Erde! Hello, Freedom City!" But, of course, it wasn't quite that easy. The muddy Missouri field they'd left behind faded out, but was replaced not with Freedom City but with whirling blue and white ripples, coiling back and forth against each other, that were hard to look at directly for too long. Sharl didn't look too worried, "It's fine, guys, don't worry, it's just some dimensional interference as a result of mu-axis slipping!" he called cheerfully over the vibrations that were now shaking the Bus. "It just means we can't go directly back to Americanatech! We'll have to put down at the secondary launch site, which just happens to be..." He pressed a few more buttons and with one last rippling rumble, the dimensional vortex around them collapsed. Outside the windows of the Bus were the very familiar confines of Freedom City, and one corner of it in particular: Claremont Academy! It was a quiet-looking Tuesday in the middle of January, the campus quiet and peaceful around them as the doors hissed open with the faint creak of old hydraulics.

"Sure," said Sharl readily, though part of him was worrying that Eliza was going to try to convert him or something. Learning that she and her family viewed their interaction with extra-dimensional intelligences through a magical paradigm had nearly put him off dating her entirely, but then he'd done some hard thinking about how stupid it was to throw someone over because of how they saw the world. He'd spent his whole life, up until he'd left Tronik, with no idea what the real world was like; what if his friends had cut him off for that, or if Miss A had never given him any freedoms of his own? Besides, she was really pretty, and it wasn't as if her problems weren't real, she just wasn't looking at them right. Besides, those creatures she always talked about sounded interesting, and she certainly was interesting herself. "Do I need to bring a battery?" he joked.

OK: These are tough baddies, so let's use this, riding motorcycles with Speed 5. Initiative for the six of them 1d20+8 → [19,8] = (27) 1d20+8 → [14,8] = (22) 1d20+8 → [20,8] = (28) 1d20+8 → [9,8] = (17) 1d20+8 → [19,8] = (27) 1d20+8 → [14,8] = (22) Yowsa! So that's Velocity: 64 Jubatus: 45 Biker 1: 28 Silver Spider: 27 Biker 2: 27 Biker 3: 27 Biker 4: 22 Biker 5: 22 Biker 6: 17 Bee-Keeper III: 17, boo Velocity is up! Velocity, those guns look _deadly_. They're definitely energy weapons, and high-tech ones at that. The writing on them isn't in English or any other Earthly language. They certainly look like deadly ray guns from space!

Most politicians would have started to get uncomfortable with all the powered people on stage who didn't like him much, but Aaron Walsh so far stood as patiently as a rock. He reassured Warp, and the crowd, with, "Genetic discrimination has been illegal in this country since 2009. We don't lock people up in America because of a birth defect." "How dare you!" interjected Hammerhead. Standing this close, Warp could see that Hammerhead and the rest of his T-baby gang weren't that old. Even Mr. M, the oldest of them, didn't look like he was much older than Kat herself. "How dare you call our gifts defects! I'll have you know we are all superheroes! India Rubber here just saved a little boy from a burning building in the South Side last week, and I myself fought in the Deep One invasion! You're nothing but a small man who wants to pull the rest of us down to your level with your little mind games about Terminus powers!" "Son, for you to be above me, I'd have to be beneath you," said Walsh levelly, his voice beginning to sharpen ever so slightly, like a knife being drawn. "Is that you think your powers do? Put you above normal people? Are you really standing here, in Freedom City, telling these people that your costume and your superpowers make you their better? Because I met the Centurion, 'Hammerhead', and I don't think he'd approve."

Steelgrave shrugged. "Suit yourself, big boy." He took a seat back on his bed, still studying Steve. "You know, Steve, you surprise me," he said conversationally, turning back to the former Omegadrone. "You grew up in that little hovel in the Black Ghetto, you've actually seen what entropic drugs do to proles. You remember that riot when the cruciform toxin leaked out and addicted that whole block?" From the look on Steve's face, his eyes narrowing and jaw setting, he certainly did. "I thought you, of all people, would be the most upset about this leaking out. Or are you just inured to all the horrible stuff by now?" "So you were watching me. I suspected as much," replied Steve evenly, staring through the 'glass' at Steelgrave as his metallic voice became a cold, distant monotone. "Grim as the cruciform madness was, I have seen as much and worse. You, of all people, should know that. I have faith that the defenders of this dimension are wise to your schemes, as they have been so many times before." "Hey, not _my_ schemes, not really. If my double is here, though, by all means track him down and give him my love. You have been looking for the power emissions from his suit, right?" asked Steelgrave ingenously. "45.2 in the entropic band, with the magnetic overlay?" Steelgrave's armor was built almost entirely around manipulation of electromagnetism.

Arranging the date hadn't been easy for Sharl, given how busy his schedule was with activities he couldn't discuss with Eliza, even if he did really like her. But he liked Eliza and wanted to spend time with her, and the chance to take his mind off other dimensions and electronic liberation. He took the bus over from Miss A's laboratory, having gotten her begrudging consent, and was right on time when it came time to see his girlfriend. "Hey, Eliza," he said, walking over with his hands in his pockets. He knew that Earth's climate was being significantly distorted by primitive fossil fuel byproducts leaking into the atmosphere, but though it made him feel a little guilty, the warm January day was fairly comfortable given Tronik's unique weather patterns. With his projector on and his systems connected to the world, he looked as normal as anyone else. He leaned down and, taking a chance, and kissed her. What the hell, who knew where he'd be a week later? "Nice to see you again. So, I was asking around, and I heard if a girl is offering to take you somewhere you've never been before, it's really cool." He grinned.

Time and tide waited for no man, as it turned out, or rapidly incoming super-geniuses. The giant armored suit and its absurdly tiny pilot finally did come to an obstacle, a city bus which had been delayed by the traffic jam of panicked flight away from the giant machine just a little too long. "Hey! You people better get out of there!" said Giant Jerry over his suit's tinny loudspeakers, reaching down to pinch the bus between his suit's massive fingers as the doors flew open and people began fleeing for their lives. "I want to see how far I can throw this bus! Maybe all the way over the river! That's what you can do when you're BIG!" He laughed manically and began to straighten up, bus still in hand. Flying close on her way past the roof, Mara had a bit of a start at the sight of the giant suit, which actually closely resembled some sketches Steve had done for her of Terminus technology. But this was not the giant mechanical murder-armor he'd described, rather the big black and red powersuit, looking almost like an angry insectoid humanoid with its compound eyes and spiky metal body, was almost like a child's drawing of the deadly Terminus warmechs she'd seen. If someone had taken those pictures of those genocidal monsters of steel and dialed them down enough that they could safely fit inside the confines of a children's book, Jerry Craven's giant armor would be just about right.

Initiative time! TV, looking at your last IC post, did you want to try a Technology roll to try and figure out where the guns came from?

"Hey, you out there!" came an accented shout from inside the warehouse. A mafiya member could just be seen, peering out the window with his gun in hand and tracksuit looking a little the worse for wear. "Those guys are crazy! They have guns that they got from some dealer from another dimension! Watch out for them!" A shot from one of the half-dozen whirling bikers drove him back inside, the Red Devils looking unintimidated even by the arrival of superheroes. Indeed, from the maniac grins on their bearded faces, it looked almost as if the Hells Angels-lookalikes had been counting on this very thing. "C'mon, boys!" yelled the leader, revving his bike and zooming towards the new arrival. "You want to see where we got our guns? How they work? Well, let's show him how the Devils BURN!" And the fight was on!

Down below, with a map of the headquarters of Grant Conglomerates on their tabletop, they began making plans for their infiltration of the meeting. Trap or not, a threat from the Terminus was well-worth taking seriously. The easiest course seemed to be to send in multiple fronts; Midnight and Sage would make their way into the building stealthily, Edge would simply walk in wearing a casual disguise and pass himself off as an employee (Mark's talent for talking his way out of trouble was even greater than his ability to find trouble), while the powerhouses waited in reserve to burst into the meeting if the evidence of crime and Terminus infiltration did prove to be accurate. "OK, this all seems straightforward enough," said Mark as he looked over their plans, having learned enough in his years with the Liberty League and Young Freedom to actually be able to follow conversations like this. Something seemed awkward around the table, particularly with his two friends Erin and Trevor, but he knew how private they both were and despite some worries tried to focus on the tactical planning. We can sort their relationship out later. Things have got to be okay! They're always so good together... "Weird that we all got the call," he said, trying to change the subject. "You know, I wonder if Trawler heard about what happened on Graduation Day and thought we could handle the Terminus fine ourselves? That's got to be it."

They flew a few dozen miles into the deserted landscape of this alien New Jersey, then landed along the interstate to briefly reconnoiter. There wasn't much to see; though there was no devastation from the abortive Terminus invasion this far inland, the area was still almost entirely deserted. Reaching Philadelphia by nightfall, they made camp near a grocery store in the western suburbs. As he was the most familiar with the Curator, albeit only at one remove, Harrier did his best to explain to the others what he thought the Curator's intentions were for Freedom City. "If he has taken us here, it is for purposes of his own. I think it is no coincidence that he took that Freedom City as soon as we learned that we were in his hands. He took it to find us, and when he does not find us, he will go hunting. Whether for destruction or alteration, we cannot allow ourselves to fall back between his fingers." Steve had also done more thinking than almost any of them about the consequences of being hunted by cosmic forces beyond their control. He stared into the fire. "I suggest we head west, towards the mountains of eastern North America. Even if this copied version of Earth has no animal life, there will be both wild plants and untapped stores of food there for us to use. And the terrain will, for the moment, keep us beyond the Curator's vision." "How do we get back home, though?" Quickstep asked, looking around at the others. "I've...I've been here longer than you guys, and it...it sucks!" she said with a scared laugh, a girl putting on a woman's bravery. "I'm sure my mom and dad must be going crazy looking for me..." "There are ways," said Steve, looking guiltily down into the fire at Dorothy's words. "There must be a vacant ship left behind in a super-team headquarters; perhaps the Defenders in Chicago or even the Champions in Los Angeles. We can at least move fast enough to get off this 'map' and find another civilization that may be able to help us. And eventually they will come looking for us. Those we have left behind, those we love...will not forget us." He looked up at the blank sky overhead, still darkened by the artificial cloud cover layered over the surface, his lined eyes blinking. The next morning, after another night under the dark, moonless, starless skies of the Curator's world, they were left with the problem of travel. There were a great many of them, and only two could fly, only one of them particularly fast.

Walsh moved quickly and efficiently to take back control of the rally, shaking Heraldo's hand with a solid grip for a man so old and with a firm, ready smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, young man. I've heard a lot about you from my colleague Sra. Fonelladas!" He put his arm around Heraldo's shoulder and waved as the cameras flashed, smelling faintly of an expensive cologne. Despite the close proximity of potential super-terrorists and the media, the Congressman wasn't so much as sweating. "You know how you can help me right now?" he went on, walking Heraldo off the stage in such a way that would make the defender of Puerto Rico get into a shoving match with a much older elected official if he resisted. "There are a lot of civilians and police officers down there who could use a superpowered backup right now," he said, pointing to the crowd of spectators who were watching the discussion intently, and not without some hostility. "We don't want this to get ugly." When that was done, he turned back to Warp and offered her his hand. His eyes and voice were gentle but firm, his manner paternal. "It's nice to meet you, young lady. Come down and join us, won't you? I heard you go by Warp. My name is Aaron. What's yours?" "She doesn't have to answer your questions!" barked Hammerhead, waving a meaty finger in Walsh's direction. Walsh faced him down fearlessly as they squared off. "There is nothing wrong with a super-person taking a super-identity! Especially if they're part of a feared and hated minority like T-babies!" "That's such an ugly word, don't you think?" replied Walsh suddenly. "T-Babies." He faced the crowd, but didn't take his attention off Kat either. "These are our children, my friends. Our sons, our daughters, and though they may have been tragically altered by the Terminus they are not the children of Omega. My friend here would have you believe we should abandon them. Abandon our responsibility to the victims of the invasion, and cast them to the winds of fate and mutation." Up close, Warp and Heraldo had both been able to see that famous scar along one side of the Congressman's face, the wound along his jawline that stretched up into hair permanently white. "I say, never. This is Freedom City. We will never turn our backs on our people."

Steve turned and stared in shock at the new arrival, for a moment completely distracted from his interrogation of Steelgrave. This isn't right! This isn't right at all! Forgetting for the moment that things were awkward between them, he leaned close to Miss A and whispered, "What is she doing here?" Steelgrave's attention was off them both for the moment, the former despot still glaring at Gabriel. "She is supposed to be elsewhere and with her super-team today." "Hey, that's your funeral, Paddy," Steelgrave finally said, crossing his arms confidently. "You think you can handle people jacked up on T-meth and Martinet's Tears, that's fine by me. I'm way down here in my cell so if they rip your arms and legs off I don't even have to see the bloodspray. I know you people like to dress up entropic radiation as some kind of normal superpower, but we all know that's not the way it is. Drugs with T-juice in them are going to be addictive, deadly, and that energy's not going to just go away because someone smoked it up their nose. Equal and opposite reaction, kids."

Before Steelgrave could respond to that, the elevator doors slid open again. "Prisoner 53024 coming in," called a new guard as she escorted in an oddly familiar face. With her hair cut very short and her face oddly young, 53024 was still recognizable as Erin White, aka Wander. Or rather her dimensional duplicate, Singularity. A civilian employee of the prison was walking with 53024 as she returned to her cell, excitedly holding up a watercolor drawing of birds flying over a deep green forest. "This is very good work, Erin, I think it's some of your best yet." They headed by the group with just a glance in their direction, Erin's cell door sliding open to reveal what was almost certainly the most comfortable cell in the psych ward. "Do you want to hang it up here, or leave it up in our studio?"

DC 50 will get the job done there, yeah, KD

"Hey,I know more than you'd think, honey," said Steelgrave, giving Miss A a cutting look. "I know that little victory your little friends had over Omega a couple of years ago? That's not going to last. The Terminus is coming back, and it's coming back _here_, and I want to make sure I spend my last few years in a comfy little cell instead of getting pulled apart on another lab table." He stood up and began to pace, considerably. "Subversion, huh? Sounds like something I'd do. I have to admit, Mandragora may have a prettier face and the Martinet may be a better fighter, but you're not going to find anyone else in the Terminus with my ability to make plans." He grinned at some private joke and said, "It seems like a legitimate plan. Invasion hasn't worked and kidnapping your kids for grins hasn't worked, so why not go in through the back door? A lot of people are open to being...realistic about these things. Especially for the right price." "Yes, that is something with which you would be very familiar," agreed Steve, his arms folded like a cigar store Indian. "But this dimension has proven to be made of sterner stuff than others. The population is proud of their freedom, and will not give it up so easily, whatever promises or bribes you make to the weak-minded among them. What has your counterpart offered them?" "Oh, who's to say?" said Steelgrave with a wave. "Power, immortality, the whole nine yards. It's not that hard to make the kind of chemicals I used to take to stave off old father time. A lot of people will happily make the choice to live forever at a despot's side than die stupidly fighting him. Like your parents did, Steve."

Cyborg With A Power Ring Abilities: 12 + 4 + 12 + 4 + 4 + 2 = 38PP Strength: 34/22 (+12/+6) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 22 (+6) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 12 (+1) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +4 Attack: +4, +8 Melee, +12 Move Object Grapple: +17, +16 w/Move Object, +24 w/Enhanced STR Defense: +8 (+4 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -11 w/Impervious, -6, -3 w/out ring Saving Throws: 1 + 5 + 5 = 11PP Toughness: +12/+6 (+6 Con, +6 Protection) Fortitude: +7 (+6 Con, +1) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 44R = 11PP Concentration 8 (+10) Knowledge (Arcane Lore) 3 (+5) Intimidate 14 (+15) Notice 3 (+5) Pilot 3 (+5) Sense Motive 13 (+15) Feats: 11PP Attack Focus (melee) 4 Dodge Focus 4 Startle Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (auditory) Powers: 45 + 6 +5 + 1 + 2 = 60PP Device 11 (55 pp, Yellow Ring, Flaw: Hard to Lose, PF: Restricted [startle]) [45 pp] Enhanced Immunity 12 (buys off Flaw) [6DP] Entropic Manipulation 15 (30 pp, PFs: Alternate Powers 3) [33DP] BE: Enhanced STR 12 (to STR 34/+12) (Extra: Penetrating [10]) {22} + Super-Strength 4 (Effective STR 54, Heavy Load: 22 tons) {8} = {22+8=30} AP: Enhanced Impervious TOU 10 (buys off Flaw {5} + Extras: Reflective 2 [all ranged] {20}) {25/30} AP: Move Object 8 (STR 40, Heavy Load: 3 tons) (Extra: Damaging, PFs: Accurate 3, Chokehold, Precise, Subtle) {30/30} AP: Strike 6 (entropic weapons, Extra:Penetrating 6 [as DMG 18], PFs: Extended Reach 2 [10 ft.], Improved Crit 2, Improved Disarm, Improved Trip, Knockback 3 [Total 15], Mighty, Precise, Takedown Attack [to Takedown Attack 2], Variable Descriptor 2 [any weapon]) {30/30} Flight 2 (25 MPH, 250 fps) (PF: Subtle) [3DP] Protection 6 [6DP] Super-Senses 5 (Danger Sense [mental], Detect Magic 3 [visual], Uncanny Dodge [mental]) [5DP] Immunity 12 (aging, life support, sleep, starvation and thirst) (Flaw: Limited [half]) [6PP] Impervious TOU 10 (Flaw: Physical Only) [5PP] Super-Senses 2 (Infravision, Radio) [2PP] Super-Strength 1 [2PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP None Totals: Abilities (38) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (11) + Feats (11) + Powers (60) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Design Notes: Wounded in battle, the great champion lay in agony in his hospital bed. The cybernetic implants had saved his life, but at the price of taking away his psychic powers and leaving him a lumbering automaton. It was then that Omega whispered to him in the darkness of power and revenge, how he could destroy both the hated Psi-Knights who had abandoned him and the Dark Lords who had replaced them. He was tempted, tempted enough to take the bribe of an eerie gold ring that tapped into the power of the Terminus itself, but his hero's heroes, not to mention picturing what his son and daughter would say about this, made him pull back from the brink before he could fall over the edge. Now he has a new home in Freedom City, where he works to fight for honor and justice as he once did in his homeworld, making amends for the failure of conscience that once nearly delivered his entire world into the hands of the dark side. Yes, it's Darth Vader with a power ring, inspired by Doc's Martial Artist with a Power Ring build. I think I captured most of what Darth Vader can reasonably do. He can summon blazing red (or yellow) weapons, throw heavy objects or casually lift men with one hand, or just throttle bad guys with his mind! (Not to death, though, obviously) He can make surprisingly acrobatic leaps despite his massive metallic bulk, take big hits, and if he's concentrating he can casually deflect Blast 5-Blast 8 Blaster pistols with his free hand while sitting down for his nice lunch. He doesn't have a lot of options in combat besides Startle, but his high Sense Motive should keep acrobatic young striplings from catching him flat-footed too often. He can fly his own space fighter OK if he has to, enough to hold his own against enemy NPC pilots thanks to his HP and other abilities. He can also go out into space on his own if he has to! I went with a vaguely techno-psionic feel to his powers here, with a natural Terminus connection, but you could go a lot of ways with this. Perhaps he was an angel tempted into Falling, wearing the infernal ring that once tempted him, or perhaps he formerly was a magician that now wears the ring of the pseudonatural forces he once battled! As written he has no problems with taking off a helmet and breathing normally (though all his powers are implanted in him), adding the device discount and a drawback that it partially buys off could free up a lot of points for you. It's up to you whether you want to bother saving up enough points for a space battleship, and maybe some minions to go with it...

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Mark had gone out of the country to finally meet his girlfriend's family for the holidays, and between one thing and another had only recently gotten back into Freedom City. When he answered his League communicator, he was still on Socotran time and wide awake. Sitting at his kitchen table, he sipped the coffee that had been a Christmas gift from Trevor who knew how long ago and futzed around for a few moments with his Liberty League communicator. Midnight Manor had always been the team's gathering place, and Mark had learned from long experience that Trevor objected to people just barging in on him. "Midnight, it's Edge," he said as he changed into his costume. "I'm about to head over to your place so we can plan." He had no doubts Trevor had gotten the message too. "Is anyone else there yet?" With his free hand, he texted back to Corbin, "C U @ Midnite: Edge."

"I will soon awaken him," said Steve, walking over to the cell and smashing his hand against the button that rang a bell inside the cell. "Steelgrave!" he barked. "Get up!" The former lord of the Terminus did just that, starting ever so slightly before yawning ostentatiously and smiling at his former victim. He looked a little rumpled, and decidedly less handsome in prison fatigues than power-armor, but the middle-aged man with the slight paunch looked more like a successful business executive than a gleeful betrayer of ten thousand worlds. "Oh, it's you, Steve," said Steelgrave, crossing his legs and putting his hands on his lap as he looked over at the grim-faced Omegadrone. "Hey, sorry I haven't called, but they don't let me use a lot of electronics in here." He grinned. "So how you've been? What's this I hear about you having a girlfriend these days?" "You have the arrogance I remember," replied Steve, folding his hands behind his back as he glared at Steelgrave. "I had wondered if life in a cell of steel and stone would change you." "What, this? It's nothing, really. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful they didn't put my head on a pike, or just toss me back home so I could get the same treatment from the other, stuffier me? But this isn't so bad. I mean sure, they're still figuring out what to charge me with, but you know there's nothing they can do here that'll be as bad as what could have happened back on Nihilor." He gave Steve a probing look. "You remember, right?" Steve blinked at that, his nearly expressionless face working for a moment, before he said, "The Freedom League has gained evidence of clandestine Terminus infiltration into this world. Drugs. Weapons. Devices known only to those intimately familiar with the technology and culture of Nihilor. There have been...incidents on the street, and in homes. Those in power seek to squash this threat before it can challenge the safety of their community." "Sounds like they have a problem." Steelgrave shrugged innocently. "What does it have to do with me? I'm down here in what passes for Hell in a cell, remember?"

Walsh was just getting warmed up when the microphones went dead with a brief whine of feedback and whisper of static. The Congressman was too much the old-time orator to be put off by such a problem, so with a smile he stepped away from the podium, pointed to his lapel mic, and was about to continue when another voice broke in. "People of Freedom City! We have taken control to give you an important message! You no longer have to be afraid!" The air rippled just off side of the crowd of Walsh supporters as they gasped, the cameras covering Walsh's speech shifting now to show the group fading out of thin air to join the party: a small group of bizarre, costumed individuals whose vaguely inhuman appearances suggested a deep series of mutations. There was a South Asian-looking man in a black jumpsuit whose limbs flexed and curled with unnatural flexibility, a green-skinned fellow in a brown fedora who seemed to be trying his hardest not to be seen, a stern-faced young woman wielding a whip curled around her hands, and the leader: a big, burly fellow with visible gills on the side of his neck. When he spoke, it was clear it was his raspy voice everyone had heard over the speakers. "My name is Hammerhead! These are my colleagues; India Rubber, Whipside, and Mister M. We are, all of us, T-babies! Children of the invasion, blessed with powers that we intend to use for the betterment of the world! And we reject _any_ attempt to take those abilities from us because of where they came from! Have we no rights as citizens? As heroes?" He gestured to the crowd of students behind him, obviously skilled at playing to the crowd. "Are we so threatening to you because of what we are? We have taken a stand together to not be bullied! To fight for justice, and to protect a world that fears and hates us. When we pull people from a burning building, they don't care that we have been changed by Terminus radiation! They care only about what's in our hearts!" A lesser politician would have deployed the police brigade obviously ready to move in on the intruders, but Aaron Walsh was a very good politician. Setting aside his microphone, he spoke in a voice that cracked over the murmuring crowd. "I'm sure your intentions are admirable, Mr. 'Hammerhead', but not all of your fellow T-mutants are so fortunate. Let me remind you, my fellow Americans, that no one is talking about some barbaric fantasy of forcing medical treatment on the unwilling. This is America, if people choose to walk around looking like badly-disguised Grue marauders, they have that right. What we're talking about is saving people. Like the girl in Illinois who nearly broke her neck falling through the floor the first time her mass shunted away into entropic space, or the young man from Louisiana who will have to spend his entire life in a containment suit so he doesn't incinerate everything he touches with the Terminus energy his body is raddled with." From his view on the stage, Walsh looked fearlessly down at the gilled man beneath him, the crowd having parted to let the T-mutants very close to the stage. "Are you so threatened by the idea that some people might not want to be like you?"

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DIAMONDS EH? Put down his flight speed and the duration on his Alternate Form, just so Refs can see it at a glance.

I like this concept a lot. All the blood is a little yicky, but there's nothing wrong with a little bit of a grossout factor. I like that you're getting some real use out of Boost, too, as well as the alternate form power. Projection needs more love. You might want to think about giving him some blood-related super-senses, but that's something you'll be able to buy with earned PP as the mood strikes you. His skills aren't that great for a PI, but he is pretty new at this! He probably got punched a lot as a boxer with no Sense Motive, but on the other hand given his backstory it sounds like that actually did happen! APPROVED in bloood reeeeed

Now is your time! :D