Avenger Assembled

https://orokos.com/roll/864040 = a 28, he is loose, but still entangled and disarmed. Okay, Angelic is going to grab Knieval's disarmed gun. She's going to throw it into the ocean! Let's do the math. She currently has STR 30 + SS 4 for an effective STR of 40. It weighs 25 lbs - so she can throw it 2500 ft out into the ocean! They're not right next to the water, but getting it out and away from the bad guy is far enough for our purposes.

Between the two of them, the boys wrestled the gun away from Knieval - whose sudden burst of angry profanity belied the bro-ish good humor he'd displayed earlier. For her part, Angelic had fallen back, her eyebrows knitted together in what looked like furious concentration, her pale skin pulled tight against the bones of her face - though of course she had neither of those things when you really thought about it.

https://orokos.com/roll/863806 that is a fail and the party cannon is yours! Angelic is going to spend the round refocusing so she'll go first next time - @Nerdzul, you're up.

Judy put a sympathetic hand on her friend's back, warm as a hot rock, and commented, "Time and tide wait for no girl. Ah guess that's true for superheroes too, most of 'em anyway...you know, as hard as everything has been," she admitted, "Ah'm glad Ah came to Claremont, and Ah'm glad Ah met you. Ah think you might be my best real friend, you know that? The only one who didn't know me when Ah was already somebody's daughter."

Late December 2020 A beach south of Freedom City It was a time, Sea Devil had assured everyone, of great importance. Hydra in her wisdom had provided a great blessing here in the coldest, darkest time of the year, a gift of food, and light, and shelter. Aquaria had guided her people to the site and with a little help from the Freedom League, the nearest tribe of Deep Ones had eaten well - and without conflict with surface-dwellers or Atlanteans. But most of that tribe was gone now, migrating out to the deep waters off the coast that stayed the same temperature in any season. So it was just Aquaria, her friends, and a few straggling Deep Ones to commemorate this rare blessing for her people. She had begged, pleaded with those she loved to help make this occasion a truly special one, and with a few promises of cleaning here and quiet there, she had won the help of important allies for a rare, glorious holiday amid a site made holy by the occasion. The best part was - it counted as community service hours, just the thing after the last time she'd gotten in a little trouble with the law of the Surfacers earlier in the year. Come to think of it, Indira had been there for that one too - maybe why she'd come along this time? It was hard to say. And so it was in late December that Sea Devil and Singularity crouched inside the almost completely skeletonized remains of a beached whale that Aquaria had assured all her Surfacer friends had been dead before her arrival there a couple of weeks before, Sea Devil wearing a crown of teeth and other bones and not much else to mark the role she played in the ceremony as Dagon, Jessie wearing - well, Jessie had preferred her own garb for the celebration and Aquaria could hardly blame her, the traditional Hydra garb not really being suitable for a great many reasons. Still she was here, making a sacrifice out of love, and as usual Aquaria was touched by emotions too profound for words. Crouched inside the skeleton, Aquaria laid a wet hand on Jessie's and hissed "You are the best friend anyone could want." Then she began to sing; a short, ponderous song about the blessing of the cold dark sea, and how in certain very special times of the year, Dagon and Hydra awarded their children special tokens of their esteem before she popped her head out of the rib cage and bellowed at the top of her lungs before adding a translation for the benefit of the humans in the audience - mostly a few volunteers from local communities and a couple of students from Claremont: AUSPICIOUS SEASON! Back inside, she turned a joyful smile on Jessie, an impressive sight indeed, and raised her two thumbs high to encourage Jessie to take her part. - Outside, Nightscale's extra credit project was certainly giving him something interesting to talk about. He was the oldest student there for once, a few first-years there in the company of Mr. Sadler, a parent volunteer who'd been a hero back in the far-off days of the early 1990s, being his Claremont escorts. There'd been music, and food already - hot apple cider brought over from the nearby small town, all of it locally caught fish fried over hot coals, though the 'locals' on the scene here were scaly fish-frogs that looked like they could bite his head off. The Deep Ones he'd seen in Claremont lectures had been fearsome beasts laying waste to Freedom City and fighting superheroes; the half-dozen here (besides Aquaria, the Deep One hero) didn't seem interested in much other than eating fish and watching the ceremony - though he was conscious occasionally of big black-and-gold eyes cast his way.

"Fine, before all this happened," said Judy unhappily. "She was home with her family for the holiday weekend and everything." She sighed, then admitted, "That's another reason Ah want all this to just be...just be done with. It's not fair she has to spend all that time living like a teenager just because of her job. Ah mean, being young is pretty great and all, but she had a whole life before all this." Her mouth quirked as she admitted, "Ah guess I'd better start figuring out what Ah'm gonna do with mine, speaking of. Do you have any college prospects yet? Ah've been looking at Southeastern - it's about the biggest Christian school that isn't run by some friend of mah parents, and big enough that maybe Ah can have something normal while I'm there."

woo-hoo!

Judy stared at Lulu, her eyes wide and obviously mind going a mile a minute. "Oh! Well, that's...good for you," she said, blushing and fiddling in her lap for a moment before she said, "Does he, you know, really love you, though? Does he want to marry you?"

i think we've got it!

Sea Devil heard the warning and leaped away, scuttling along the rocky ceiling of the makeshift cave that held them, avoiding the fiery blasts as they rocketed towards the beast. Alarmingly, the beast gave a low growl and suddenly inhaled the flames that surrounded it, not only seeming unhurt but actually growing noticeably, until it towered so high its head brushed the ceiling above. It roared as what were distinctly suckered limbs erupted from its torso like some unholy merger of wolf and octopus! "FOOLISH MORTALS!" it bellowed as liquid flame rose high around its feet, casting a sickly reddish glow across the scene, which was now revealing itself to be a roughly-dug cave deep in the body of the stone beneath the temple. "THE MAW OF VHOKA CONSUMES! IT CANNOT BE CONSUMED! BEAST AND WHELP AND BROKEN THING AND FLESH THAT HIDES - ALL WILL BE DEVOURED!"

"He...he loves me?" Judy asked, her eyebrows shooting up almost to her hairline. She considered that for a moment, then beamed, "That is...so sweet! Oh, I have to..." She blinked, then said, "Ah can't tell him. Not until after the election. It wouldn't be fair." She put her hand on her chin, looking off into the near distance, and said, "Does Adam love you?" she asked softly.

I actually edited my post to include the IC one - sorry for omitting that! So it's up to @Spacefurryand @RocketLordto figure out who is going first.

Patriot Cycle (Vehicle) [21EP]Size: Medium [0EP]; Strength: 20 [2EP]; Defence: 10 [0EP]; Toughness: +10 [5EP]Features: Alarm 2 (DC 25), Computer, Communications, Disguise, Hidden Compartments, Nitro Injectors, Remote Control [8EP]Powers: Speed 5 (250mph / 2,500ft per Move Action, Feats: Subtle) [6EP]

Ouroboros is up. Have an HP, ZB!

In any event Pan is up! @RocketLord

Alone in her room much later (or at least as much as Lulu allowed), Eira sat in her chair, folding her legs beneath her, and contemplated what had happened. She'd planned to play a prank on Pan but circumstances had developed very much for the better; for her, for Pan, and perhaps for Micah and his Christian girlfriend too. She looked down at her hands, her nails a brilliant blue, and contemplated the perfectly-preserved memories of them on Pan's body - and his hands on her. "A real girl," she smiled, her voice a soft, low hiss. "I do what I like."

Angelik Fearlessly, Angelik spread her wings and rocketed upwards, landing amidst the stunned crew of pirates actually on the deck of the ship. "You should turn around," she hissed loudly. She punctuated her words by driving her fist directly into the mast of the pirate vessel, a smirk crossing her face as she felt the wood beneath cave away beneath her fingers. She shoved both hands into the breach she'd made and began to pull, wings spread wide as electronic muscles strained. "If you fight, I will crash this ship around your ears. Shoot me, you cowards!" she taunted the crew as wood began to splinter. "Do it!"

The second Patriot's costume looks considerably tougher than her predecessor's - which makes sense, given the higher degree of danger in the world. She wears a dark blue armored helmet complete with chin guard with dark, reflective lenses over the eyepieces, and her armored costume is colored in gunmetal grey, dark navy blue, and maroon gauntlets. (There's a grey star off-center on her right side - it's also the most armored part of her costume.) It's not necessarily an inspiring costume - but it's one that sends a strong message.

The beast that leaped down, snapping its jaws at Justice's face, wasn't a werewolf anymore than Salvo, Justice, and Ouroboros were chimpanzees when removed from their costumes. It was somehow a pure, ultimate evolution of lycanthropy, its hands and feet ending in clawed digits, its fangs wicked sharp, magical, transformative energy curling around it like flame around a burning wooden icon. It was humanity reshaped by magical power into something pure, malevolent, and hungry for flesh. It bulked a good ten feet tall and its eyes gleamed with an unholy light that on closer inspection was in fact the gleam of undersea light off tiny ivory teeth around each socket. When it howled it gave a terrible howl, deep and loud, and its call was that of the primeval forest that had once been man's ultimate terror. Having no fear of mammals beyond those she encountered every damned day, Aquaria bellowed in return as she leaped for the beast, thrusting a trident that glowed with searing green energy - that the creature deflected with a swipe of one mighty paw! And then, with great affrontery given its savage nature and visibly bloody, dripping mouth, the creature growled and laughed all at once as it declared "Fools! Fools! Ultimate power is mine! Vhoka will feast on your lives and take them for his own!" "FALSE GOD!" Sea Devil bellowed, back on her feet and mad as Hell. "Your flesh is unworthy!"

Vhoka's Avatar: 27 Sea Devil: 26 Salvo: 17 Ouroboros: 16 Justice: 9 Vhoka's Avatar goes for Justice, the thing it's standing next to! https://orokos.com/roll/861889 a 21 hits, so that's another DC 27 Tou save. Sea Devil's just going to leap up and stab the thing! https://orokos.com/roll/861890 = 19 and a miss Salvo is up as soon as I post IC

Knieval fires a shot from the party cannon at Pan - and it's a miss! @RocketLordis up as soon as I post IC

Abilities: 8 + 10 + 8 + 4 + 0 + 10 = 40PP Strength: 18 (+4) Dexterity: 20 (+5) Constitution: 18 (+4) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 20 (+5) Combat: 16 + 16 = 32PP Initiative: +5 Attack: +8 Base, +14 Unarmed Defense: +12 (+8 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +4 Flat-Footed Grapple: +12 Knockback: -4/-3/-2 Saving Throws: 6 + 5 + 10 = 21PP Toughness: +8 (+4 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +2 Costume) Fortitude: +10 (+4 Con, +6) Reflex: +10 (+5 Dex, +5) Will: +10 (+0 Wis, +10) Skills: 124R = 31PP Bluff 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Climb 6 (+10) Craft (mechanical) 3 (+5) Disable Device 10 (+10) Drive 1 (+6) Escape Artist 5 (+10) Gather Information 8 (+10) Intimidate 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Investigate 5 (+5) Knowledge (Civics) 3 (+5) Knowledge (Galactic Lore) 3 (+5) Knowledge (History) 3 (+5) Knowledge (Tactics) 3 (+5) Languages 3 (French, Lor, Vietnamese, Base: English) Medicine 5 (+5) Notice 10 (+10) Skill Mastery Pilot 1 (+6) Search 10 (+10) Sense Motive 10 (+10) Sleight of Hand 5 (+10) Stealth 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Feats: 27PP Attack Specialization (Unarmed) 3 Benefit 2 (Cult Hero [USA], Security Clearance) Challenge 2 (Fast Feint, Fast Startle) Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 4 Equipment 1 Evasion Interpose Master Plan 2 Power Attack Quick Draw (Draw) Sneak Attack Skill Mastery (Bluff, Intimidate, Notice, Stealth) Startle Takedown Attack Ultimate Save (Toughness) Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Well-Informed Equipment 1 Grapple Gun: 5EP Speed 1 (10MPH) + Super-Movement 2 (Swinging, Wall-Crawling 1) Powers: 32 + 32 + 2 = 65PP Device 8 (40PP, Patriot Costume, Flaw: Hard to Lose) [32PP] Gear Array 15 (30PP, PFs: Alternate Powers 5) [35DP] BE: Damage 10 (stun grenades, Extra: Area [Burst], PFs: Reduced Progression 9, Variable Descriptor 1 [ballistic/chemical/incendiary]) {30/30} AP: Damage 10 (guns, Extras: Range [Ranged], Penetrating 4, PFs: Improved Crit 2, Precise Shot 2, Variable Descriptor 2 [any energy]) {30/30}) AP: Dazzle 10 (pepper spray, visual and olfactory) {30/30} AP: Obscure 3 (gas grenade, visual and olfactory, 25 ft, Extra: Independent, Flaw: Range [Touch], PF: Precise) {10} + Damage 6 (tonfas, Extra: Penetrating 5, PFs: Extended Reach, Improved Crit 2, Mighty, Variable Descriptor 1 [bludgeoning/piercing/slashing])) {10 + 20=30/30} AP: Stun 10 (taser, Extra: Range [Ranged]) {30/30} Protection 2 [2DP] Super-Senses 3 (Radio [Accurate]) [3DP] 35 + 2 + 3 = 40PP Container 6 (30PP, Power Thief, PFs: Precise, Subtle [Psionic]) [32PP] Drain Wisdom 10 (Extra: Sleep [+0]) {10} + Mimic 10 (50PP, All Powers At Once, Flaws: Saving Throw [Will], Tainted) {20} {10+20=30/30} Super-Senses 2 (Danger Sense [Mental], Uncanny Dodge [Mental], mutation) [2PP] Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block: Abilities (40) + Combat (32) + Saving Throws (21) + Skills (31) + Feats (27) + Powers (65) - Drawbacks (0) = 217/217 Power Points

Yep, that's the way to do it! We'll make the DC to hit the weapon 22. A tough roll with your +8 modifier, but not impossible - especially if you hold your action for an aid attempt.

Angelik flies up onto the deck of the ship. She switches her array to Enhanced STR and punches the mast. It's a big immobile object so I don't think she needs to roll? She'll Power Attack for +2. That's DC 25+2+2+2 from Super-Strength vs. an immobile object. That's a DC 31 Tou check for the ship. If you just have it take 10 as an object, it'll get 22 and fail by 9 but that's up to you RL. =D

@RocketLord, give me a DC 27 Tou save vs what's about to happen. Everyone, roll for Initiative.