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Avenger Assembled replied to Dr Archeville's topic in Archives
Edge: Spoiler Alert (and GMing) Faded Giant Citizen: Future Soon (and GMing) Frozen Shadows (and GMing) Change is Necessary Harrier: All In (and GMing) The Hunted (and GMing) GMing: Hot and Cold -
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Avenger Assembled replied to Semi-Autogyro's topic in Non-Player Characters
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Vith, A couple of things: Just for book-keeping purposes, you should name the array. Her powers should be powers, yeah. I don't see your character as likely to be deputized (and yes, we do have to ask ). The World of Freedom generally doesn't have government supers who aren't part of a government superteam. Her mask has got too much in it for Equipment; something that powerful should be a device.
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Folks in descending tiers know all that came above. Everybody: There are a lot of cockroaches scuttling around on the floor; it's pretty gross! Cannonade Why are there cockroaches in a biodome on the surface of Venus? Midnight and Wander: Those cockroaches aren't just scuttling; they're moving towards the time machine you're supposed to be guarding with sinister intent!
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Electra and I found out yesterday that our landlord has decided not to renew our lease. (They won't tell us why; they're not required to disclose since we had a month-to-month lease). So this means we have to pack up us, Robert, our pets, and all our stuff, and move in the next 30 days, all on a very tight budget. This is not a good time. We're going to be pretty busy dealing with that through March, but we'll be around too.
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Remember the quadrotors I linked to above? They've evolved.
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Harrier is bruised and dazed. Crap. He spends an HP gained from his Horrible Omegadrone complication to shake the daze and blasts Joseph, spends his last HP to actually hit him, and then Joseph passes the save by 1. Harrier's defense is also down -5. Well, darn. Miss A is up.
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The crowd followed Miss Americana; the shouting man in the bushes drew some of their attentions, but between Miss Americana's charms and the natural desire for Freedom Cityites to get away from a potential superbattle, everyone got out of the way in a hurry with the exception of the mind-controlled group standing in and around the half-built machine. "Oh, did I see you hesitate, Omegadrone?" spat Joseph as he glared at Harrier, seeing him mentally even though Harrier's visual chameleon circuits were still active. "It's too late for that!" he yelled, his voice breaking. "Too late for me, too late for my family, and too late for YOU!" This time he didn't bother with blasting; with the sheer power of his mind, face contorted with fury, he scooped up a giant rock easily the size of Harrier's midsection and hurled it at the Omegadrone: the blow landing with devastating force, staggering the former drone and knocking out his chameleon circuits! At the sight of an Omegadrone standing there in the park, the crowd did run, but Miss A had got them far enough away that they were running away from each other, not stampeding or trapped close to the fight the way they might have been otherwise. As the true measure of Joseph's intentions sunk in, Harrier rose to his feet at the psychic's advance, propping himself up on his pike. "...you have endangered innocents in your desire for closure." he finally replied, his voice flat and tinny through his armor. "I cannot allow you to endanger these people in your efforts to punish me." He whipped the pike up and fired, a blast that ricocheted off a return stroke from Joseph. _At least his attention's on me now,_ Harrier thought tightly.
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"Not all of our neighbors are friendly," Harper confessed after a moment of decision-making. "And yeah, we do have neighbors. Bastards hiding up in the mountains like they own the place, like they haven't shed blood and treasure to keep UNISON and the F****** League from sniffing around our home." She shot a glance towards the mountains and went on, "A couple of weeks ago, one of the groups up there, we think, made some threats. We're looking into it. The hard part is, my hands are tied," she confessed. "If we go up and bomb the hills, we'll probably kill some UNISON spooks and that'll be all the excuse they need to come in and kill us all." Her lip curled. "I bet UNISON's behind it anyway. Sneaking UN bastards, Freemason Grue every last one of them." She spat discreetly into a tin cup provided by her servant, the acidic odor a sharp tang like cleaning solution for a moment. "When we don't have that on our heads, things are pretty good. Most mercs know better than to come down here and cause trouble; best they'll get is a permanent ban, worst they'll get is getting left out naked and power-cuffed in the hills. National supers only cause trouble if we're not paying off the right people in their governments. And the League respects our sovereign right to exist," she parroted mockingly.
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Go ahead and post if you like, and give me some Notice checks in the process.
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"Something does seem weird about all this," said Edge, keeping his eyes away from the ever-changing time portals as he walked around the Observatory floor. For all that Mark had had many triumphs in his life, he didn't particularly want to look back at his past so soon after encountering his father again. The past had had some unpleasant memories. "Like there's something they're not telling us, or something they don't know." Following up on Midnight's suggestion, he went over to block the various weak points Trevor had pointed out: some insulating foam like he put in cold weather shelters blocked the airlock, while a pile of cinderblocks on the teleport pad at least delayed anyone popping in. "Eugh..." As he walked away from the pad, Mark looked down at a scuttling insect and stepped on it with gusto, crushing what looked like a cockroach beneath his uniform boot against the short carpeted surface at their feet. "So much for the clean and sterile world of the future. I wonder if someone left a sandwich in one of the time machines and brought that back..."
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There was the risk that using her powers might make it easier for Madame Zero to escape, of course, but so far the icy villainess hadn't pushed the boundaries of her prison yet, at least as far as Fleur could tell without going in there to investigate. "Hmmm," said the little girl, calculation on her smooth face. "All right, as long as it's just for a few minutes," she said with a white-teethed smile. "My daddy can get into really big trouble if I'm not around to watch him," Chloe added with a girlish giggle and win for the benefit of the others as she took Fleur's hand, her fingers a little cold in the flower heroine's touch. When they disappeared, a pale-faced Johnson looked at the others, his eyes popped wide at the sight. "They're...they're really gone...wow. I can't believe it!" he exclaimed, then studied the others nervously. "So you guys are real heroes?" he asked hopefully. "What case are we talking about?"
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ic It's Gonna Be The Future Soon (IC)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Elsewhere
"We do have something," said the militia commander, his voice uncertain behind his heavy mask. "The prisoner was captured carrying an object into the fusion recyclers in the lower delta levels of this sector, a black-body spheriod that we had to carry here by antigravs. It's being analyzed right now by our xenospecialists in the upper levels, two floors from here." Evidently sensing Corbin's urgency, he turned and gestured towards the wall, an elevator sliding smoothly open in the blank wall as if it had been hidden there all along, but with what he'd seen of Tronik's casual high technology there was no way of knowing if that was true. "Have fun!" called Keres amiably as they headed for the elevator, leaning close to the force field at the edge of his cell. "Just make sure you can stop them all. Otherwise, we'll be fitting you for a Mark IV. One of the really boxy ones, doesn't look anything like a man. You'll look good that way," he added with a wink.- 176 replies
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Your character concept is not defined by his Fortitude save and his drawbacks. I'm telling you as an experienced player and Ref, you as a player will be much happier with an HP from the GM if all your powers go away (which you will _not_ get from his drawbacks), as well as being able to negotiate with the GM about them instead of just being punished at any time with no reward for yourself. Putting 1 or 2 points in his Fort save, just so it's not at a flat zero, will also not betray your character concept. I'm archiving this character, as per your request.
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Harrier flat-out misses; I'd hit again, but I want him to have some HP when Joseph goes! He spends an HP to keep his Passive Concealment up via a stunt. Miss A is up.
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"Whatever your plan is, we will stop you," said Harrier firmly as he advanced again on the mad-eyed psychic, his pike crackling with energy as he approached his fellow refugee. "I will not allow you or anyone else to build the machines of the Terminus in Freedom City." He was about to bring the pike down across the psychic's face, a stunning blow with the energy-wrapped blade that would have stunned him, when suddenly Joseph gave a terrible scream, his face contorting in such horror that Harrier's blow missed him. "You dare tell me not to build Terminus machines?" sneered the psychic angrily, tears streaming freely down his cheeks as he screamed at his invisible enemy. "You MONSTER! I just wanted to show these people what they'd forgotten, but I'll make you pay for all you've done!"
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Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
Arr, I'll say Sage can recognize the Freebooter straight off, me hearties, and can be considered to have passed that info (along with a 'live feed' straight back to Papercut)- 74 replies
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Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Elsewhere
Sage's plan turned out to be to recon, keeping a silent connection to Papercut so he didn't feel abandoned in the alien factory. With the emergency lights beginning to snap on, one after the other, casting the factory into an eerie shade of red, at least it wasn't so dark anymore. As she crept along the ceiling, the figure standing on the big oxygen recycler came into focus in the light from the skylight overhead and the clicking-on emergency lights. It was instantly obvious the man didn't belong in Tronik; the man was dressed as a 17th century pirate, at least if you ignoring the cutlass at his hip that crackled with electric power. He looked like he'd cut a more swashbuckling air in happier times; as it was, the pirate looked tired and a little strung-out, like a man at the tailing end of a coffee bender. "Arr, will you look at that?" he was saying to himself in awe, obvious admiration on his face as he peered down into the recycler, tapping away at a computer pad in his hand. "Lor molecular fusion, down to the smallest detail! That'll fetch a fine haul on the open market!"- 176 replies
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All right, the only changes I'd like are: Make the drawbacks Complications, they're too rare to be worth getting PP for. And put something in his Fort save. Once you get that, I'll be able to give you an approval!
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Initiative time! Harrier: 19 Joseph: 14 Miss A, have an HP for the complication of needing to get the crowd out of the way on your turn. Harrier gets an additional HP for being a horrible monster.
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Scanning the crowd, Harrier looked for anyone eager to hide themselves from the gathering crowd of onlookers. He finally found the man he was looking for in an ornamental bush, lurking inside the arboreal shield as his glowing eyes gave him away to the sharp-eyed cyborg. He didn't hesitate, pointing out the figure to Miss Americana as she pulled out her scanner, then advancing on him with raised pike. Before he could reach him, though, he stopped, momentarily stricken. "I know that man," he said aloud as Miss Americana reached his location, his voice as ever muffled and distant through his black, terrifying armor riven with spikes. "He lives in my building; his name is Joseph, he is a survivor of a branch timeline destroyed by the Terminus." Harrier voice hardened. "He has seen what he has seen. And he does this." And with that, his momentary doubts passed, Harrier advanced on the man, pike raised high. Too late, Harrier realized that a psychic would have more than one way of detecting foes. "No, no!" Joseph yelled, springing from the bushes and pointing at the invisible Harrier, evidently ignoring the obvious superheroine in the crowd in favor of the oncoming Omegadrone. "You won't get me!" yelled Joseph, his eyes wide. With his goatee and sweater vest, he looked almost professorial if you ignored the madness in his eyes. "You won't stop me here!" And with that, he fired a bolt of sickly green energy from his hands at Harrier, clanging against the armor of his invisible opponent hard enough to send shockwaves radiating through the man inside the machine.
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OOC: Hayes Park There are a dozen mind-controlled builders. We'll use bystander stats for them if it becomes necessary to do so. The machine itself looks a bit like a metal globe on a stand about as large as a semi-trailer, half-built and laden with sharp spines and warped bits of metal on the inside. Even half-built, if this collapses with people inside it, there will be blood. I'll be using the stats for the Disdainful Psionic from the Villainous Archetypes 3 supplement, with his Impervious dropped to 13 so Miss Americana and Harrier will actually be able to hurt him in combat. Both Miss A and Harrier have Notice stats high enough to see the mind-controller lurking in the bushes near the construction project, and Miss A's detector if set to Super-Senses 5 (Detect Mind Control [mental], Acute Analytical Radius Ranged) [5 pp] (which I'm providing here because she's easily got the points for that, and because it's good to have that kind of sample construction in place for later) will be able to tell that there's psychic tampering going on in that spot.
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Gina's reassurance was all that Harrier needed; faced with a resurrected doomforge in a park in Freedom City, only the approach of her death would have kept him on the spot. With her promise, he was gone, his heavy footsteps thudding down to Gina in the basement as he all but ran for the door: he did run outside, once he could snap open his pike and vanish beneath its chameleon circuits. Distracted as he was, he didn't even think to activate Caradoc's shell: this was no appearance before admiring children or battling muggers on the streets of Lincoln; this was an echo of living death, terrible and everlasting, and not one he would meet with any face other than his own. Once in the air, he made a beeline for Hayes Park, his jetpack roaring behind him though the man himself was invisible to most of the humans below, and took in the scene on the ground: nothing had changed, the 'mob' was still in the middle of building the bones and meat of their own destruction in steel and silver, their expressionless faces speaking to a sinister purpose as they worked in unison before a crowd that was appalling with its casual tourists' interests and occasional photographs. He could not simply land and destroy the sphere, not with the 'mob' working inside; they might well be innocent victims of whatever had brought this potential horror. No, get out! he wanted to scream as they hammered together sheet metal in a jagged metal shape familiar enough to make what had once been his bones ache. Instead, he hastily landed, still cloaked invisibly, and cast his eyes around wildly for any organizing this terrible scene.
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"We do all right," said Harper with a hard smile. "Most of the kids, they make their bones in merc work, whether it's in costume in the States or in uniform for flatscan goosesteppers. But I suppose I don't have to tell the two of you that," she added with a wink in Lady Laser and Gateway's directions. "I put my time in the Middle East, keeping pretty boy thugs on the throne, then taking them down when the opposition boys had more money." She leaned back in her chair, looking perfectly relaxed as they drove past a widespread park dotted with holographic, ever-changing sculptures and genetically-engineered trees blended together in a pleasing pattern, the biggest statue of all a clearly recognizable image of the Colonel's late mother and predecessor as dictator of New Freedom.