Avenger Assembled

Hmm, I think I'm done here. You guys can keep the thread going without me; NPC Avenger as needed, Ecal. :)

Streetwise check

"Recent upheaval in the necromantic community in Freedom City," said Avenger evenly, shrugging off Dead Head's parody of him. "Could be new arrival; could be current resident with access to new resources. " He looked around at the others. "Have been watching local cemeteries. No luck so far. If any of you have extra-sensory perceptions, now's the time."

"Well." Like a grim master of ceremonies, Avenger simply appeared where he crouched behind the tombstone of the risen corpse, his white hockey mask gleaming in the darkness. His voice fit the night, all black coldness in the grim surroundings of the cemetery. "Quite a little midnight party. Avenger. Phantom. Know why we're here. Don't know the rest of you." He studied Dead Head for a moment, his icy blue eyes assessing the other man carefully. Something...I don't know.

Avenger: The following changes are made to Avenger's Vampire Array for a total of 2 pp: Concealment 10 (all senses except tactile) (PF: Close Range) (Flaws: Blending) (11 pp) AP: Insubstantial 2 (gaseous; Linked Flight 1 [10 MPH] PF: Subtle) (11 pp) [Power Loss: during daylight hours] (uncommon, minor) -1) 11+6=17 AP: Mind Control 13 (Extras: Conscious, Duration [sustained]) (PF: Subtle) (Flaws: Distracting, Full-Round Action, Sense Dependent [Visual], Unreliable [5 uses]) [Power Loss: vs vampires] (uncommon, minor) -1) (7 pp) AP: Drain Constitution 11 (Flaw: Requires Grapple) (PFs: Slow Fadex4 [1 hour], Subtle) (11 pp) AP: Drain Constitution 2 (Extra: Insidious) (Flaw: Requires Grapple) (PF: Subtle) and Emotion Control 11 (Flaws: Limited to Love, Range (2) [Touch], Requires Grapple) (PF: Mind Blank) (6 pp) AP: Drain Constitution 2 (Extra: Insidious) (Flaw: Requires Grapple) (PF: Subtle) and Mind Reading 11 (Flaws: Limited to Mind Probe, Range (2) [Touch], Requires Grapple) (PF: Mind Blank) and Super-Senses 4 (Postcognition) (Flaw: Medium [blood]) (7 pp) AP: Strike 2 (PFs: Affects Insubstantial (2), Improved Crit, Incurable, Mighty) (7 pp) 2 points to Avenger's Strength for a total of 26 (+8) (2 pp) 4 ranks in Bluff (to a total of 14 (+16) , PL capped by Attractive) (1 pp) 3 ranks in Diplomacy (to a total of 14 (+16 PL capped by Attractive) (1 pp) 1 rank in Notice to 7 (+9) Dropping Skill Mastery in Sense Motive, replacing it with Skill Mastery in Diplomacy. Edits done under the cloak of night by Geez3r

Oh thank goodness, Alex must have fixed his crazy. Now that problem was over, Mark was left with what to do about Mike: that sort of display got you a talk with Dr. Marquez if you were unlucky! Though Mark wished Chris were here to give a good face to what he was about to do, he knew perfectly well that this was the sort of thing you had to handle yourself. At the top of his lungs, walking away from Mike, he shouted, "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is just the first scene from our new play The League of Freedom! It's got thrills, chills, spills, and a musical number starring my good friend Mr. James Prophet!" James is good for this. He'll cover for me. Mark thought hopefully. "Coming soon, to a theatre...near you!" And with that, as the crowd reacted with mixtures of applause and other noise, Mark headed back over to join his friends.

Dang it, Alex, why do you have to argue with the crazy while he's still holding me? "Mike," he suggested gently, "why don't you put me down now and we talk about this on the ground?" The ground was a good distance beneath his feet, but not so far that he worried about it. "Maybe somewhere else, not in front of the quad?" he added, too quiet to be heard below.

"Oh, won't it?" Jack grinned wickedly and dived beneath the waves, swimming with quick, powerful strokes right between Taylor's legs. He was very fast, and very agile under the water. "I'd show you how long I can hold my breath," he said with a laugh, rising to his feet several feet away, "but you already know that."

He's gone crazy! thought Mark, a little concerned by this fact, particularly given his current location. He was willing to keep him talking while help arrived from his friends, who would surely be here any minute, not to mention Mr. Summers or even the Next-Gen, so he played along with Mike's fevered dreams. "I'm going to take good care of them, Mike. We're going to have a wedding in the spring, when the flowers are blooming and the sky overhead is blue." He gave his friend a wide-eyed look. "I would have told you sooner, Mike, but I didn't quite know how to invite you...to be my best man." He put his hand on the other boy's. "Will you stand with me, and with Alex, on that glorious day?"

Fortunately, Geez3r (and then Dr. Metropolis) have stepped in to save the day. You might want to get a co-GM for your next adventure, Angel. ;)

Some thoughts: -Why's his Concentration so high? It seems like Concentration isn't really his thing. Unless zoning out was how he got through his old job. -You might want to consider Mind Shield for his Will save rather than a straight boost of the save itself. This guy doesn't seem particularly good at controlling his impulses. -No other skills at all? No Notice? No Pop Culture? No Sense Motive? -When you say jerk, how big a jerk are we talking? Are people actually going to want to hang around with him?

Mark's eyes popped open wide at his roomate's sudden onslaught, the cheerful Lucas boy taken thoroughly aback by Mike's attack. He was a cheerful sort of guy, but not immune to human fear by any means. Oh God! By the time they were in the air, he'd had time to think about it, though, and time to study Mike carefully. It's...it's a trick! This isn't the Mike I know! "Do your worst!" he fired back at Mike. "I'm not saying a thing to the likes of you!"

Ref ...hey, you know you can't just blow up a fifty-story building in downtown Freedom City without checking it with the Refs, right?

Jack's smile reflected in the moonlight, his straight teeth perfectly white. His body boiled apart in a cloud of mist, not hiding from Taylor as he settled down over the water nearby, slipping easily in as he reformed. His costume had evidently not made the transition this time, either. "I have to warn you, Taylor," he said, sliding toward her in the water, "I am a hunter. I'm very good at catching my prey."

Avenger: Checkmate Hard Day's Night Knights-Fallout Daughter's Debut The Great Gender-Switch Caper Fallout-Avenger and Phantom Clash on the Back Nine Same Thing We Do The One the Only Edge: Morning in America Sunny Afternoon Star-Crossed Lovers Sweet Sixteen The House of Lucas Birthday at the Park Getting the Goods Jadon's First Day The ENd of the World Ghosts in The Shell GMing: Daikaiju Days

"We do talk about Rick and Mark's work here a lot," admitted Martha with a smile. "But I'm used to that by now." "Aw, Mom," said Mark, looking a little bashful. "I don't tune you out or anything, but you know I'm no good at art the way you are." He smiled at Alex. "Mom should show you her studio when she's done. She's one of the last great hand-colorists in comics." He beamed at his mother, looking terribly proud of her. "I'm a little old-fashioned," Martha added with a laugh. "I guess that runs in the family too."

((This thread will be continued in the pages of "Reunited and It Feels So Good."))

((this thread will be continued in the pages of "Reunited and It Feels So Good."))

((The thread continues in the pages of "Reunited and It Feels So Good."))

Avenger dealt with the summoning circle by means of a golf club, waiting for Phantom to take its full measure before dragging his sharp object across it hard enough to cut it in two. "Problem solved," he said, a raspy chuckle in his voice. "Back to your place? We can solve things." He didn't sound like he had a whole lot of deduction on his mind.

When Phantom's head cleared, she saw the terror of the ape skies flying away gracefully, his massive muscles rippling powerfully beneath his mighty wings. "None shall stand before the gorilla of the skies! Bwahaha!" He laughed an evil laugh, his deep voice rippling the air all around him. He was strong in many ways, his sheer power incalculable!

"Hey, cutie," said Mark, putting his arm around Alex's shoulders without a trace of artifice. "You're just in time to meet Erin's new buddy. Care to join us all for some food? We can tell Jason all about how awesome the school is. Need a hand with those books?" Again, there was no hint of deception or exaggeration from Mark; he really was very pleased about everything.

"Oh hey, you're a sophomore? I know some guys in that class, I'll have to see if my buddy Nate Collins is around. And you bet I am, Jason. I like to do my best to show you new guys around." He grinned, his teeth perfect and white. There was something very perfect about Mark, his teenage face unmarked with acne, his hair cut in a fashionable style. His clothes weren't particularly fancy, so he wasn't rich or preppie. He just seemed very...well-assembled. "I just started junior year myself. Been here since I was thirteen."

"Hey, Erin!" called Mark, walking over with a cheerful look on his handsome face. "Who's your friend?" Mark was on his way to lunch, like everyone else, and led the way as they headed for the cafeteria. "Mark Lucas," he explained, sticking his hand out and giving the other boy's hand a firm shake. His hand was much weaker than Erin's, but his smile much stronger. "Nice to meet you."

It's from Mecha and Manga, so of course we'll be taking a hard look at it. Even without doing the math, there's some really dodgy stuff in that book.