Avenger Assembled

As the two grim avengers watched the even-grimmer animal abuse being played out before them, the mobsters began their work with the dogs. It took Avenger only a few seconds to realize what was going on as the men pulled out the dogs and began strapping one down. As one of the big guys pulled a big carving knife, the kind used in butcher shops, Avenger made the connection. The dogs are drug mules! The Customs guy they bribed thinks they're smuggling fighting dogs or something, not drugs! And with that, Avenger was on the move, rushing down the side of the building to interrupt the slaughter!

You don't threaten other superheroes with lethal weapons. You don't threaten to break into their houses and attack them. The fact that it was stopped in chat and/or you were told to edit the post doesn't actually mean it's not a problem. In re: justifications I have a feeling are in the offing: if you were just jokingLOL/playing in-character, then it should be even easier to avoid this problem in the future! I'm sure there's something semantically wrong with what I just put together up above. I don't actually care. ;)

That's an easy success, durf. OK, Fleur is up.

How long we going to wait for Darius, Geez?

Taylor turned and moved through the dark alley, acutely conscious of the monster at her heels. And then there was Zealot, planning something dire and completely beyond her vision! Just when she reached a dead end, she heard his hissing voice "Foul temptress! The world will be cleansed of your-awp!" Avenger had grabbed Zealot around the back of the neck, lifting him high in the air, and looked very, very angry indeed. "NOW!"

"I don't know," said Mark, looking doubtful. "I've never really had to think about the cost of my powers. I just sort of reach out and do them, and that just makes everything better." He demonstrated on the belongings, glancing around to make sure no one was watching before he slowly began knitting things together all at once. "I'm working with Mr. Dark Star's friend Fleur de Joie to learn how to fix things up, and she told me it's important to respect what you make. I'm trying that, I guess."

"That's only true for some queens, anyway," Heyzel admitted to Talya. "But that's another story. As for the Episcopals, I've always found a certain tranquility about the more High-Anglican varieties: if one must have ritual in faith, it shouldn't be scrimped on." Tucking his wings in carefully, he kept a close eye on the crowd, confirming the speculation shot his way from the loud young woman with the fast mouth about his nature with a simple, "Yes, I am an angel."

"Any question I'm likely to ask, a good telepath or good mystic could easily have already found the answers in a dozen different ways." Jack smacked the poker against his hand, resisting the urge to suggest to the other man that he wasn't too big to put over his knee. If I say _that_, I've given away that he seems more credible than he should... "All I'm hearing is a lot of half-answers and speculations from you anyway. I ever tell you the first thing I said when I changed my son's diaper?" he asked the other man challengingly.

"You've placed me in a difficult position, Ms. Albright," Summers said, his voice low and gravely. "I don't need to tell you the legal penalties that you yourself would face if it became known you violated New Jersey's laws about mental tampering, as well as the possible fallout a subsequent investigation of our school might bring." He held up a hand. "And yes, I am fully aware of the resources we have available for dealing with such situations. That a ship may have life boats and pilots, Ms. Albright, does not give you the right to put icebergs in its way." He hmmed, studying her closely. "That said," he added, "on an ethical note, I find it hard to dispute the morality of your actions. While your family is...non-traditional," he said in what might have been a quip, "I recognize the ties you have amongst each other, and I will not much fault a mother's desire to protect her daughter." He rose from his seat to gaze out the window, still keeping one bloodshot eye on her. "You're fortunate," he commented, "that of those students who retain memories of what happened and are not friends of yours, that each of them have their own reasons for keeping silent. Mindforce is from a society with both a strong social acceptance of telepathy and a powerful nudity taboo, while Prometheus retains an authority-driven social complex that makes him naturally accepting of the actions of others. But that's speaking to others for now: tell me how you feel about what you did."

A somewhat-battered Drummer shook Archeville's hand, rising to his feet and adjusting his uniform as he brought himself back to composure. "Dr. Archeville, on behalf of my staff, and the people you just saved, thank you. A lot of innocent lives might have been lost without your efforts, and I personally am in your debt for what you did for my people and our institution." He gave Archeville a hard smile. "And that's why I'm going to trust that a man of your vaunted intelligence doesn't need to hear about why we don't turn off power dampeners."

Hope a 20 hits! Hitting as many as possible, stunting for Takedown Attack as necessary.

Freedom Angel continued his holy work, cutting his way through the demons with a look of righteous fury on his face. There were no words now, just the glowing light of Heaven and the flaming sword of truth as he tore apart abominations of sin and depravity with the sheer holy power of righteousness and truth. He would not fall: innocents would not suffer today!

"My dad has...I mean, had a teleporter," Mark offered, pointing upstairs. "In the Trophy Room, he's got all kinds of stuff he inherited from the old League, including a teleporter that goes right to the Sanctum. You guys should definitely wear something warm, though, since it dumps you out right by the front door, which is way up north of Greenland somewhere, I think. I don't think he ever actually took a GPS, he said that took the fun out of it..." He shook his head. "And yes, this is all authorized, Mike," he added with a little smile. "I mean, they let my dad go up there unescorted all the time, right, so what's wrong with bringing a whole team of heroes? We've even got backup in case the teleporter goes out," he added with a nod to Mike and James. "I'll go in costume, but you guys don't have to. It just...it just seems right, you know?"

"Try the apartment where I lived before the last one," Jack suggested, "you remember, the one Melinda burned down." He'd shared that particular story about his rise to power, though maybe not the fine details of getting staked in the back and hurled off the Pyramid Plaza. "And, uh, that apartment complex in the Theatre District, and that place in the West End..." He wasn't terribly thrilled about sharing the vampire strongholds in town, even with his teammates, but fortunately the places where Melinda had lived and worked weren't his favorites nowadays. "And the usual places, like Freedom Hall, I guess."

Give me a Search check. No particular DC: your result will determine the value of the information you find.

OK. We've moved past "presenting your case" to flat-out "squabbling with the people trying to help you play better on the site", so I think it's worth changing the tone of the discussion a bit. The Darker and Edgier behavior needs to come to an end. The jerkass behavior towards other characters needs to come to an end. Those plans that Geez3r and quote have outlined to actually turn the Interceptors into a team of superheroes? Those need to be put through. Is this going to happen?

August 1, 2010 Avenger and Mad Dog fight drug dealers.

Perched atop a warehouse roof, underneath a darkling sky lit by the fires of city light, Avenger watched as the huge dockside crane lifted the massive shipping container from the Eastern European freighter riding low in the water by the dock. He'd gotten a tip about the smuggling operation in the neighborhood, and had moved in to break up the operation before they could put their illegal cargo on the streets of the city. Peering intently from his invisible perch, he watched as the hard-faced longshoremen, members of a corrupt union local bought off by the Russian Mafiya, worked to quietly unload the great container. The boss was there, smoking a cigarette and pacing, guarded by men in ill-fitting suits negligently concealing Uzis beneath their greatcoats. Frowning as he caught an odd noise, he leaned closer, trying to hear words being spoken several hundred yards away. They were prying open the container now, the boss maybe wanting to check the quality of the gear. To his shock, inside he saw not plastic baggies or huge crates, but row after row of packed animal carriers, each one carrying a large, sluggish looking dog of various breeds, the animals all looking drugged at best. Probably for the shipping, Jack thought clinically, When you're transporting live cargo secretly, you don't want it moving around or making a lot of noise...but where's the heroin?

"I suggest we have Phantom scry the area first," Avenger said, trying to get himself back on track with the discussion. "The last thing we need is to discover there's some kind of vampire space navy or something." It was easier to talk about that other world that way, as if it was some crazy science-fiction or magical dimension rather than a place so very close. "The other advantage of grabbing and switching out my alternate is that we can interrogate him, then drop me in his place."

"Good afternoon, Ms. Albright," said Mr. Summers, his face a mask of calm, reserved politeness. "Why don't you have a seat," he invited, pointing to the usual chair on the other side of his desk, "and share with me your perspective on what happened this weekend at the junior prom. I'm sure you're aware I've already spoken to your classmates, but don't feel obligated to screen out any redundancies."

OK, his attempt to counter Stesha's power fails. Have an HP for the Fiat anyway, Stesha. So instead he shoots Dark Star with his Transform power! This is a ranged attack that will transform Dark Star into a Bee-Person! Except that Freedom Angel is interposing, so I have to roll for him. And he fails! Hmmmm... He gets an HP for his heroic actions, but that won't save him

Dark Star's devastating blast sent the bee entangled with Stesha hurtling away into the side of the building, breaking bricks and making the tractor-trailer sized bee collapse unconscious to the plowed-up earth below. The bee who'd been flying next to the wounded one gave a horrified cry of "BBBORRIZZZ, NOOO! YOU MONZZZTERZZZZ!" Shaking a foreleg at Dark Star, the giant bee still flying closed in on 'Stesha' with renewed intensity. But tragedy was still to come for the giant bees, as the one guarding the Bee-Keeper hurled its massive body between its master and Dark Star's firepower. With a single great SHRIEK, the massive bee went hurling over the Bee-Keeper's head, landing in the damaged Freedom Hall with another huge crash. At the sight of his wounded minion, the Bee-Keeper gave a horrible cry. "Noooo!" The fallen bee, its forelegs and head sticking out of the wall it had smashed open, added to the drama, buzzing weakly "ZZZOOO COLD....ZZOOO COLD...." Evidently the bees had their master's knack for the dramatic. "You butchers!" cried the Bee-Keeper. "I'll show you! I'll show you all!" He danced a frantic dance, his armor blasting a palpable scent in the air, but the bees around him were unmoved by his scent-based pleas. "Ohhhh! This is just what my stupid therapist said would happen...I mean, I'll STING YOU ALL SO BAD, YOU'LL WISH I DIDN'T STING YOU SO BAD! I'LL GIVE YOU A STING YOU WON"T SOON FORGET!!!" And with that, he opened fire on Dark Star again, firing another devastating wave of energized bees at Dark Star. But this time, the angel of Freedom was there to take the hit for Dark Star! But Freedom Angel threw his shield up just a little too late, and the bees hit him, sinking deep into his angelic flesh! As they sunk into his flesh, Freedom Angel felt some strange things happening, and the angel gave an unearthly yell as his white feathered wings suddenly warped and shifted, flattening out into terrible veiny insect wings, his armor and shield shifting to colors in black and yellow!

"So are we actually saying he's the baby!?" Jack suddenly expostulated, waving the poker around in his anger before shoving it aside into the nightstand. "Because that..." He knew better than to dispute his wife's mystic prowess, but that didn't magically make it any easier to believe. "What did you do, hop in a DeLorean and come back to the past?" he asked half-sarcastically, falling back on the only time travel stories he knew, aware that his own ignorance was rapidly dangling out for all to see.

Spending my last HP to shake the stun, waiting till they're on me to use the Dazzle effect, a DC 20 Reflex/Reflex save with a Cone Area. covers his eyes, hoping he gets an HP for covering the retreat of those civilians...

Fusion screamed as the sharks tore at her flesh, more of her blood spilling into the water. Aaah! Her heart pounding, images of being eaten alive rising up from the animal part of her brain, Fusion pulled herself together even as the animals all around her sought to tear her apart. I HATE SHARKS! She wanted to run, but she knew the monsters were closing up behind her, and distracting them was still all that was keeping them from the beach and the civilians there. She swam backwards till the sharks were all in front of her, then concentrated, waiting until all the shark-monsters in the water were closing in on her, then she vomited up a huge gout of black, inky fluid, filling the water with a blinding cloud of fluid.