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"Hello Pan." Kam greeted with a smile as the boy floated down to join them. He was fond of the puckish teen despite himself, they did not approach life in the same way but Pan was charming no denying that and had passion for, well everything he did, which Kan could appreciate. "Pan is from another realm, another dimension." He explained readily, "We have several students originating in worlds like but unlike our own." Kam continued trying not to be too lecturing in his tone but he did love to share knowledge. Likely part of why he often took on this task for new arrivals. "The smith sisters come from a darker world than Pan, more like our own before some catastrophe that led them here eventually." He shrugged the refugees hadn't been all that forthcoming with their own origins, "Janus as well hails from a more fantastical realm but has oft visited our own." Kam continued the tour heading west toward the library knowing Pan and Janus would happily follow if their curiosity was piqued, he had a schedule to keep after all if only one he set himself. "As I mentioned the library is this way." he pointed as they moved across the quad, "In addition too many resources for study they also have group spaces to meet and discuss material from classes or have a more social study group, or should your roommate prove distracting from studies." the last with a hint of personal emphasis.

"DAMN RIGHT YOU CAN!" Kronk bellowed in reply slapping his knee in excitement at the prospect. He laughed a rumbling laugh inflating his throat sack and vibrating the ground and nearby buildings slightly with his mirth. He waved off the paragons concerns with one webbed hand, "Yea Yea No more fussin with the forge till you all say so." he replied with a lopsided grin on his bulbous features. "If it took ya that long to know more about me you're a bit slow on the uptake lady." Kronk pointed out with a shrug, "I'm not exactly what ya call a master of subtlety." He returned to his bike and powered down the cannon as he looked up at the sky eyes unfocused and distant for a moment as Terrifica spoke of flights of drones darkening the skies. "I didn't say fun, I said target rich." he pointed out as he turned leaning against the wylderide lazily. "I'll only take out active threats or the ones you all tell me too sure." he replied with a shrug. It seemed easy enough to promise and he might even manage to keep the promise. "an I'll tow the party line sure." he added absently he wasn't big on rules but figured he'd play along till it was inconvenient at least.

Kam nodded slowly to Davyd opening his mouth to reply but thinking better of it and focusing instead on the lesson in progress. "For some styles the sound is the point Leroy." the dakanan suggested quietly to his roommate as the instructors proceeded through their not so choreographed display. He glanced to Eira who clearly had been prepared for the lesson of the day and shook his head slightly at her 'revelation'. "Kameron, Kam, Kingdom." He introduced as he completed his stretches the accent of his homeland faint but present. He pondered the spoken portion of hte lesson even as he memorized the maneuvers utilized watching with care teh careful grace of the give and take. No not choreographed but both working to make it look as if it were. Interplay and teamwork within a real conflict, it was a marvel in it's own way, "As you say misdirection is part of any combat art Mister Espadas." he pointed out with some care, "Though in this case it seems the misdirection is for the audience to disguise the conflict?" He could see the utility particularly for heroes working the high society beat.

Kensei Power Level: 8 (180/180) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: +2 Att/-2 Dam; +/-0 Tou/Def In Brief: Haunted Heir of the sinister Crimson Katana bloodline Theme: Numb (Linken Park) Alternate Identity: Kuroda Ranaga (Secret) Birthplace: Katori, Japan Residence: Claremont Academy Base of Operations: Claremont Academy, Bayview, Freedom City Occupation: Student Affiliations: Raven II, Claremont Academy, 'Raven Family' Family: Toshiro Ranaga (Deceased), Kimiyo Ranaga (mother, it's complicated) Description: Age: 16 (DoB: 2004, 15th of September) Apparent Age: If applicable. Gender: Male Ethnicity: Asian (Japanese) Height: 170cm (5'7") Weight: 89 Kilos (196lbs) Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Black Kuroda is sturdily built teen of Japanese descent. While not a towering figure he carries himself with a secure self confidence unusual in boys his age. Broad and athletic from years of grueling training he is constantly alert and moves with the intentional grace of a martial artist. He has handsome features if usually marred by a wary to sullen mien with dark eye peering piercingly out at the world as if constantly expecting attack. He wears his deep black hair with a tight undercut the top swept back in neat and clean lines. Each arm bears a full forearm sleeve in the traditional japanese style with a phoenix prominent on the right and an Oni rising from waves on the left. He dresses almost compulsively free of branding, and almost all identical outfits of black cross trainers, straight leg slate slacks, and a dress shirt or polo depending on weather in dark cool colors. In winter he might add a woolen overcoat when the temperature drops. When in 'costume' his clothing is covered by a spectral samurai armor with a full oni face plate hiding his features. The blood red armor is limned in flickering ghostly blue flame. Those familiar with the Crimson Katana and Katanarchists would recognizes the garb as the same as that of his grandfather. History: Kuroda is the youngest scion of the Ranaga family, one of two living to his knowledge. Of course as with all matters of his family it is more complicated. His grandfather and mother until very recently continued to share the same body, wresting control from one another and unraveling one anothers plans in the conflict they had engaged since she had become aware of her heritage and awakened the old sorcerer's spirit. Kuroda was the result of one such conflict as his grandfather's spirit realized his daughter was too strong of will to fully supplant. Whilst possessing her he harvested eggs to begin his project of supplying a more supple heir. When Kimiyo recovered control she thought only that she'd suffered an abdominal injury and their battles continued unabated. Meanwhile on his grandfather's orders an elite cadre of scientists in service to the Katanarchist cause combined the harvested genetic material with that from select stock. They manipulated the embryos genetics for improved physical characteristics along the way and Kuroda was incubated in a surrogate as were his potential siblings. He was the only one to survive gestation. He never knew his surrogate mother, raised instead from his earliest memories by the Katanarchists trained in body and mind to be his grandfather's vessel when the time came. Diet, physical conditioning, skills training, and education all sharply regimented and carefully crafted to build Kuroda into the perfect body for his Grandfathers rebirth. He was trained in all the skills of the Katanarchists, the blade, stealth, guile. The tools of an assassin. His body was continually pushed to it's limits ever extending strength, endurance, and agility. He was not however indoctrinated as other recruits were, he was not even allowed to join them, served instead by trainers, sensei, and tutors in the skills he'd need one on one. This proved to be the plans undoing when Kimiyo finally rid herself of her father's spirit. She completed the ritual to sever his tie to her, with nothing to anchor him to this world he should have been forced to his final rest. But there was another, Kuroda. She thought it successful for a time. But Kuroda had not been ritually prepared to receive his Grandfather's spirit, it was unable seize the body it had built. The imbued tattoos tied the spirit to Kuroda, but his mind was not suppressed, his will too great to succumb to that of the spectre. The attempt to commandeer his body did anchor the spirit to Kuroda, it also fused the spirits spectral powers with the young swordsman. Powers Kuroda turned on his cruel teachers in making good his escape from the hidden compound in the hills of Chiba prefecture. Kuroda had little knowledge of the outside world and likely would have been recaptured or fallen to criminal service with his skills if not for the timely intervention of Callie Summers, the Raven. She got word of the destruction of a Katanarchist cell and investigated finding Kuroda hiding in the woods nearby. Her first thought had been to reunite him with his biological mother. Kimiyo saw the spirit of her father still anchored to Kuroda and wished to kill him before he was made a vessel as Toshiro had intended. Raven of course did not allow it and took the boy in herself. Kuroda was trained by the Raven and her scions, educated in the ways of the world and how to resist his grandfather's influence. Now she feels he's ready to rejoin society, if in a controlled fashion and is attending Claremont in the fall. Personality & Motivation: Kuroda has seen first hand the dangers posed by fanatics and the madmen that would rule if not checked by the heroic actions of those able to stand against them. He also has no comprehension of what life would be without training. Without the rigors of combat. Even if such a life of peace appealed he knows it is not possible whilst he holds his Grandfather's spirit. He is painfully aware that he exists only because the mad cultists of a dead sorcerer created him as a vessel. The closest thing he has to family is the education he's been given by Callie and her merry band of misfits. He doesn't wish to disappoint them, and more he wants to ensure no one has to face the dangers his grandfather and those like him have unleashed on the world. He considers himself expendable in this pursuit but feel honor bound to live and repent for the harm caused by his family over the decades. The teachings of the old masters has left Kuroda with a bit of a white knight (or samurai) complex and desire to return honor to his family's name despite the crimes committed by his ancestors. Powers & Tactics: Kuroda has been trained to be the perfect swordsman since birth and it shows. He's an expert already with the blade and has the physical advantages of his modified genetics and early conditioning. He has also been imbued with the spectral powers of his grandfather's spirit. He is able to summon both blades and armor with a thought offering both offense and defense. Training with first the Katanarchists and later Raven II, III, and others has taught him stealth and misdirection. Despite this he remains a straightforward combatant and would prefer to do battle on open and fair terms. Kuroda will generally move to intercept the largest threat on the field, cutting down any foes in his way to get there. Using his mobility and terrain to advantage where he can he'll close to melee while avoiding exposure to ranged fire. Engaging his opponent Kuroda strikes hard and fast as soon as he sees an opening he'll seize it to unleash a punishing series of attacks. The goal is to ensure the enemy is not able to retaliate. Against more sturdy foes he'll engage with others in wolf pack tactics moving in to strike then withdrawing to allow another to seize on the enemies distraction. His spectral blades can cut through most material or be turned against the very animus of an enemy cutting to the core of their being. When taxed Kuroda can siphon the life force from an enemy to aid his own recovery as well though he is sparing with so dark a power. Power Descriptions: Kurodo draws his blades as if from thin air activating them with the draw motion from his hip. His tattoos flare with a spectral light and the blades are in his hands. The blades take the form of a translucent Katana and matching Wakizashi. Ornate scrollwork crawls the sides of the blades in glowing blue ethereal light. The hilts are wrapped in deep crimson cord over bone white, a spiritual echo the the Crimson Katanas original blade. The swords are clearly not entirely of this world and when they slice the wounds they leave are as much on the spirit as the body. When he activates the soul siphon swirling red energies course up the blade and flare over the injuries they heal on his person. With but a thought Kuroda is able to summon the ghostly raiment of his grandfather. An ethereal suit of crimson samurai armor limned in bluish flames. The face plate stylized like a fearsome oni hides his features and the lacquered plates of the armor slide silently against each other as he moves the entire effect an otherworldly visage of dread. Complications: Haunted: The spirit of Toshiro is anchored to Kuroda and will distract, torment, and attempt to wrest control of his body. [The GM may give Kuroda an HP to give him a circumstance penalty on a check due to Toshiros influence. When Kuroda's will is suppressed such as by mind control or a failed will save of appropriate descriptors the GM can award Kuroda an HP to have Toshiro seize the reins for the duration of the effect.] Legacy: Kuroda looks like a phantom Crimson Katana when his powers are active. Even when they are not there are those aware of his ancestry who may blame or fear him for it. [The GM may award Kuroda an HP to shift NPC reactions toward unhelpful/hostile based on his ancestry] Stranger: Kuroda was raised and educated within the Katanarchists by cultish devotees of his grandfather. The Ravens and allies have helped to integrate and update his knowledge but there are holes. [The GM may award Kuroda an HP to force a failure on a knowledge, interaction, or similar skill check where his background left misinformation or was incomplete or to call for checks on information that should otherwise be common knowledge.] Disowned: Kuroda's biological mother fears he's a threat of his grandfather returning and wants nothing to do with him. While he is supported for the time being by the Ravens and their allies such largess has limits. [Kuroda is effectively struggling financially and has little to no way to pay his own way if he goes off the reservation or exhausts his benefactors generosity. Gain HP when financial hardship impares his progress in a thread.] Abilities: 6 + 10 + 8 + 4 + 4 + 0 = 32PP Strength: 16 (+3) Dexterity: 20 (+5) Constitution: 18 (+4) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 12 + 14 = 26PP Initiative: +17 (+5 Dex, +12 Improved Initiative) Attack: +6 Melee, +6 Ranged, +10 Swords Defense: +8 (+7 Base, +1 Dodge Focus), +5 Flat-Footed Grapple: +9 Knockback: -2/-7 Saving Throws: 4 + 8 + 8 = 20PP Toughness: +4/+8 (+4 Con, +0/+4 Protection) [0/6 Impervious] Fortitude: +8 (+4 Con, +4) Reflex: +13 (+5 Dex, +8) Will: +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 88R = 22PP Acrobatics 13 (+18)* Bluff 0 (+5 cool, +8 Attractive, +13 both) Concentration 8 (+10) Craft: Artistic 3 (+5) Diplomacy 0 (+5 cool, +8 Attractive, +13 both) Escape Artist 13 (+18) Knowledge: Art 3 (+5) Knowledge: Tactics 3 (+5) Knowledge: Theology and Philosophy 3 (+5) Language 4 (Japanese: Native, English, Cantonese, Mandarin, Korean) Notice 13 (+15)* Sense Motive 13 (+15)* Stealth 10 (+15)* Swim 2 (+5) Feats: 29PP Acrobatic Bluff Ambidextrous Attack Specialization: Swords 2 Attractive 2 Benefit: Mentor(Raven Family) Blind Fight Cool: Bluff Cool: Diplomacy Critical Strike Dodge Focus 1 Evasion 2 Challenge: Fast Task(Acrobatics): Feint Challenge: Fast Task(Acrobatics): Taunt Favored Opponent: Katanarchists Improved Initiative 3 Luck 2 Monkey Climber Quick Draw Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth) Startle Takedown Attack 2 Trance Powers: 16 + 16 + 21 = 53PP Array: Spirit Blades 7 (14PP Array;Feats: Alternate Power 2)[16PP] (Magic, Spirit) Base Power: Damage 6 (Spectral Strike; Extras: Penetrating; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2) {14/14} (Slashing) Alternate Power: Damage 6 (Spirit Strike; Extras: Alternate Save: Will; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2) {14/14} Alternate Power: Fatigue 6 (Soul Siphon; Extras: Linked: Healing) {12/14} + Healing 1 (Extras: Action: Standard, Linked: Fatigue; Flaws: Personal) {2/14} Container 3 (Spectral Armor; 15PP Container Active/Sustained; Feats: Quick Change) [16PP] (Magic, Spirit) Emotion Control 3 (Spectral Aura; Extras: Area (General:Burst[15']), Aura, Selective; Flaws: Limited:Despair, Limited: Shaken Only, Range: Touch -2) [3PP] Immunity 2 (Critical hits;) [2PP] Impervious Toughness 6 [6PP] Protection 4 [4PP] Container 4 (Enhanced Genetics/Training; 20PP Container; Feats; Innate) [21PP] (Genetic, Training) Immunity 8 (Disease, Poison, Heat, Cold, Starvation/Thirst, Need for Sleep, Suffocation 2; Flaws: Limited 1/2 effect) [4pp] Leaping 1 [1PP] Quickness 2 [2PP] Speed 2 [2PP] Super Movement 5 (Slow Fall, Swinging, Sure-Footed 2, Trackless) [10PP] Super Senses 1 (Low Light Vision) [1PP] Drawbacks: -2 = -2PP Recurring Nightmares (Haunted; Frequency: Uncommon DC 15; Intensity: Moderate)[-2PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 18 Toughness Damage Spectral Strike Touch DC 21 Toughness Damage Spirit Strike Touch DC 21 Will Damage Soul Siphon Touch DC 16 Fortitude Fatigue Totals: Abilities (32) + Combat (26) + Saving Throws (20) + Skills (22) + Feats (29) + Powers (53) - Drawbacks (-2) = 180/180 Power Points

OOC for This There are two immediate threats. The guard needs to be saved from the pit (and then might be questioned) and the the gas leak needs to be closed before it sparks and risks blowback into the surrounding residences. Less immediate is stopping/finding out why the crater is growing and getting the gathering civilians to a safe distance in case anything does happen.

April 2020 Approximately 1 week after the founding of Rurland 9:00 PM Ruins of Former Foundry Depot Two weeks ago this strip mall was shuttered, tenants bought out of their leases and ordered clear of the premises effective immediately. The convenience store and frozen yogurt shop that anchored the suburban holdfast vacated without even time for a going out of business blowout. One week ago the mall folded in on itself and fell into the hidden sub-basement of the Foundry weapons depot it had served as cover for. The owner of record claimed no ownership nor responsibility for the clean up. Curious teens crossed the police barriers some nights to poke at the craters edge. Private security had been placed within a few days to oversee the site at night when the initial cyclone fencing proved insufficient to deter the locals. Few had questioned why land that was left unclaimed was now under guard. They simply went about their lives happy the kids would be safe until it was cleaned up. Even fewer saw the small crew arrive and descend into the crater under the guards watchful eyes with nothing more than a knowing nod and wave. Which was why they had waited, now it was an eyesore best ignored not a recent disaster under careful watch from local authorities. Half an hour later the neighborhood shook with an all too familiar rumble as the edged of the crater began to collapse inward swallowing most of the street surrounding the hole. Alarms sounded up and down the streets and dogs were set to barking as lights lit up up and down the blocks shrouding the former depot with frightened civilians emerging to look on in fear as the crater slowly grew and broken pipes spewed water and natural gas into the sky just awaiting a spark. The guards car teetered on edge not quite swallowed by the growing sinkhole, but threatening to topple with every movement from the terrified rent-a-cop inside. Something had gone desperately wrong.

"Folks like Mars can get alot of access to places the rest of us can't." Kimo pointed out with a small shrug, "Maybe you're suit leave a trace when you do your thing and he detected it backward engineer it?" He glanced up at the incantation and Naiomi's stressed reaction with a frown, <You alright?> he quickly signed checking in. Not all hearing impaired were fond of having 'aid' rendered without it being asked. The swirling discussion of the legal matters seemed to him beside the point and if that was what Justice had gathered them for wouldn't she have gathered lawyers and lobbyists? "I mean there already lots a groups trying to shut down the suits an fighting Mars in the courts and state house yea?" He reminded them, "They gonna do that an we mostly gotta hope they don't throw the baby out with the bathwater and outlaw what you all do." he pointed out Salvo, Justice, and Protectron in particular as the technical marvels of the group. "Way I see it we got a couple a problem yea?" He paused and looked over the group, "One Mars even shadier than we think, he somehow lifted what Justice here do an slapped it on his suits." He sighed heavily going up against one of hte biggest employers in town and well loved philanthropists was not a way to make friends on the Emerald Cities. "Two we gonna have a whole buncha new folks out here with powers trying to help and trying to hurt the people yea?" He shook his head long curls tumbling as he moved and looked between them, "So what I think she saying is we need something better than dumb luck to make sure we can be there when there is trouble."

"Appearances can indeed be deceiving." Kam agreed readily and frowned slightly at Davyds supposition the frown perhaps equally for being forced into the awkward position of agreeing with Eira. "I highly doubt the Headmistress would censure us without taking the opportunity to tell us why precisely we were." Following the rest of the students into the dojo he carefully took in the interior with a critical eye. While it certainly wasn't opulent the facility was well cared for and equipped with a startling array of kit for a variety of styles and activities. He finally focused on the apparent teachers and suppressed a laugh at the gentle admonishment Davyd had earned. Watching how the pair moved and stood it was increasingly clear appearances were indeed deceiving. And with Eiras comment it clicked, this was the expert Janus uncle had sent her to train with. This woudl prove most educational indeed. He followed the suggestion and dropped into a round of careful stretches as he did before any workout still keeping an eye on the instructors, until he grew concerned about staring given the wrong impression and focused on the floor and his stretch before rising to his feet once more arms loose at his sides and his weight balanced in a relaxed stance.

"I believe the quote is 'Precisely when he means to' Which is not really the same thing at all." Kam corrected his sister playfully. With a sweep of his arm he presented the bustling central quad looking over Muirne's reaction he paused and gestured to the far right corner, "North lies along that corner." he offered to help her center her bearings. "The quad is the school commons," he explained concisely, "A good place to meet people and arrange to meet up before study groups or a visit to the Gym." the tall boy explained hoping the terminology carried through. "People like Janus scion of the Danger family." he offered as the androgynous student introduced themselves. "I would think a Danger of all people would know there is no such thing as enough." Kam replied in kind to Janus taunts. "But the headmistress does like to put the best foot forward." He returned his attention to Muirne and gestured to the surrounding buildings, "Administration is in the wing behind us, cafeteria on the southwest wing, most of the rest is classrooms." He paused and gestured to the west and north corners in turn. "Library and the auditorium, there will be a presentation there at the beginning of the year." The initial layout explained he gave Muirne a few moments to socialize and take it all in.

Street Sorcerer PL7 / 105PP Abilities: 0 + 0 + 4 + 4 + 8 + 4 = 20PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 14 (+2) Notes: He's not a physical powerhouse but is clever and perceptive, alternatives could go for higher in and less charisma or Wisdom for a more classic wizard. Combat: 6 + 6 = 12PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +3 Melee, +3 Ranged Defense: +7 (+3 Base, +4 enhanced Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +3 Knockback: -1/-3 Notes: Nothing fancy here baseline attack and defense relying on spells to keep safe and deal out the hurt. Saving Throws: 5 + 5 + 5 = 15PP Toughness: +0 (+2 Con, +7 [+5 Force field]) Fortitude: +7 (+2 Con, +5) Reflex: +5 (+0 Dex, +5) Will: +9 (+4 Wis, +5) Notes: Relatively balanced exotic saves able to hold his own against most types of threats he might face. Skills: 52R = 13PP Bluff 3 (+5) Concentration 6 (+10) Diplomacy 3 (+5) Gather Information 6 (+8) Intimidate 8 (+10) Knowledge: Arcana 8 (+10) knowledge: Streetwise 3 (+5) Language 1 (English: native, Spanish) Medicine 1 (+5) Notice 6 (+10) Sense Motive 6 (+10) Survival 1 (+5) Notes: Focus here is on a street smart practitioner with some significant knowledge of the arcane. Changing skills around to be more outdoorsy will get you a druid or field witch, get some latin and higher diplomacy for a classic 'hermetic' Feats: 5PP Contacts Luck 2 Quick Change Ritualist Notes: Bare bones, Able to conjure a costume and do magic. Contacts could swap for something thematic to a different kind of practitioner like animal empathy or leadership. Alternately some of this could be dropped for a small HQ. Powers: 22 + 3 + 1 + 6 + 8 = 40PP Array Rank 9 (18 PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 5, Drawbacks: Power Loss Must be able to speak or gesture -1)[22PP] (Magic) Base Power: Damage 7 (Sorcerous Strike; Feats: Accurate 2, Affects Insubstantial 2, Knockback 5, Variable Descriptor 2(Any Magic)) {18/18} Alternate Power: Damage 7 (Battle Bolt; Extras: Range(Ranged); Feats: Accurate 2, Variable Descriptor 2(Any Magic);) {18/18} Alternate Power: Create Object 6 (Conjuration; 6 10' Cubes; Feats: Affects Insubstantial, Innate, Precise, Progression, Selective, Subtle) {18/18} Alternate Power: Move Object 7 (Mage Hand; Feats: Accurate 2, Affects Insubstantial, Subtle) {18/18} Alternate Power: Snare 7 (Grasp From Beyond; Power Feats: Accurate 2, Indirect 2) {18/18} Alternate Power: Stun 7 (Descriptive Name; Extras: Alternate Save(will), Range(ranged); Flaws: Daze Only; Feats: Accurate 2, Reversible, Subtle) {18/18} Enhanced Feats (Mystic Deflection; Dodge Focus 4; Drawbacks: Noticeable -1) [3PP] Enhanced Feats (Foresight; Uncanny Dodge (Mental) ) [1PP] Protection 5 (Force Field; Extras: Force Field +0, Feats: Subtle) [6PP] Super Senses 8 (Sorcerous Sight; Mental Sense: Magic Awareness 3, Acute(Magic Awareness) , Analytical(Magic Awareness), Radius(Magic Awareness), Ranged(Magic Awareness), Tracking(Magic Awareness) ) [8PP] (descriptors) Notes: Here's where the the rubber meets the road. Bulk of his defenses are magical, these could be replaced by devices for protective amulets or what not. Super senses could expand into dimensional or spirit sight instead of magic depending on origin and style. The magic array is single targets and hit almost all the saves. If travel is needed a TP power could fit comfortable in the array instead of one of the existing but the Street Sorcerer sticks to his neighborhood mostly so not really needed here. Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (13) + Feats (5) + Powers (40) - Drawbacks (0) = 105/105 Power Points Notes: Mystics are some of the most varied archetypes but with this core build you can adjust a few skills and descriptors to get a necromancer, witch, theurgist, shaman, any number of stylistic choices. The core is the array of spells and some related knowledges. Another alternative is to focus on devices maybe a wand or staff that grants the Power feats on his spells or allows him to cast without gesture and words.

"Indeed." Kam agreed with Dee readily as he prepared to lead Muirne to the first destination, "Though you are welcome to come along if it is more comfortable for your," he paused just a fraction of a second as he sussed out the relation, "Ward." he finished with a nod. Just in time for his sister to arrive in her usual fashion. "Àjàṣorò, where would i be without your council yes." he replied dryly and glanced to Murines confusion, "Our birth is the singular event in our lives she has been prompt in her attendance." he explained readily flashing a teasing smile at his sister. "The school grounds are secluded and secure you needn't worry about stray eyes." he began as he moved the group on toward the central quad that served in many ways as the social heart of the campus.

"Nothing he's not able to reschedule." Kam answered as he joined the Headmistress and others. "Kameron Kingdom at your service." he introduced with a shallow bow, "Welcome Lady Farrington." The young man greeted formally and with an awareness of the traditions of the british courts unusual for an american, though his accent suggested he was not tive as well. Regardless while he knew the accord to be given her title he seemed otherwise unaware of her specifically. He turned then seamlessly to the incoming student, "And you must be Muirine." he welcomed as well. "I go by Kam among friends." he suggested with an easy conspiratorial smile and nod and awaited the Headmistress leave to begin the tour.

"I suppose it depends what areas of research most appeal." The young prince replied with a confident smile at the odd inflection the Swedish android gave her speech resisting the urge to look behind him for the camera or teleprompter. One often felt Eira was speaking to some unseen audience. "What about you Pan? Any thoughts on what to do after graduation?" he inquired curiously as the van came to a stop. He slung his backpack over his shoulders as he stepped out onto the curb in loose trackpants with good mobility and a fitted tank top stretched across his much filled out shoulders and chest. He looked askance at the rather mundane appearing Dojo not exactly what one expected for an elective at a super hero school but the smirk Janus had worn when he'd mentioned the outing had him not quite believing the appearances. "Shall we?" he asked of the other students as the piled out and strode up to the door holding it open for the others with a polite smile.

Kanunu stepped off the wave onto the top of a transport as the next volley of automatic fire raked across the field of battle. The wave collapsed and crashed over the transports in a deluge as the big islander ceased holding it together. With a turn of his wrist and a stomp of one bare foot he pulled the flow up and around the transports in a rough dome of rushing water the flow fast enough to deflect bullets and halt the advance of any of the Mafiya soldiers. "You all calm down someone don't want you all talkin." he bellowed to the imprisoned villains. Just his luck to imprison these nut jobs and then have to guard them from some angry mobsters. Leaping off the transport he landed near a group of the gangsters and wagged a finger at them, "They got a debt to pay to society not your boss now step off before you get yourselves hurt yea?"

Free action: switch hydrokinesis array to Create Object 18 (Hydrokinetic Barriers; Flaws: Source [Water]; Feats: Selective, Tether) Standard Action: drop a dome over the transports trying to keep as many of the gunners outside as possible. Toughness 18 barrier. Permeable to Justice and ES and their powers but blocking anything else Move Action: move to melee range with any of the Mafiya trapped inside or barring any inside the largest cluster outside.

<Thanks> Kimo replied quickly and silently offered <Waardenburg runs in the family> as explanation he'd had more than a few deaf cousins and other relatives. He pointed at the newly arrived robot, <Protectron, here to help> he signed his affect subdued to mimic the robots own mechanical speech. "Hey good to meet you." he greeted the robot warmly, "We all are aren't we?" he grinned and glanced at the spooky necromancer, "One way or another." He raised a brow at Emerald Spiders warning about the corporate interests and the dire tone of Justices news about the ultio suits and questioned curiously, "I hear lotsa trash talking about Mars on campus but the whole system isn't real popular there right?" he shrugged, "There more to it than corporate greed and all that, I mean super powers for those with the dough seems shady to start sure."

Kimo turned slowly as a chill ran up his back when space was sliced open behind him to let Santa Muerte through. Turning slowly as he shovled the bulgogi into his mouth he frowned and glanced at the other heroes who might have been of a more mystical bent, "Witchy McSkullface gonna sour all the milk an eggs in here? I wanna know before I take another bite." he questioned as he set his bowl aside just to be on the safe side. Keeping an eye if she made any threatening moves but she seemed friendly if creepy. This left his hands free as he noticed the careful attention Naiomi paid to Justice's lips as and the pad he had assumed was for notes. <You have ASL?> he signed quickly, <I can translate.> he offered with a shrug mouthing the words as he signed with the easy familiarity of one accustomed to conversing with the deaf. Noting Salvos mask he quickly added a round of introductions but refrained from any further assumption that she desired further accommodation. "I go by Kanunu," he explained to the group at large though made sure he was turned to face Naomi as he spoke, "An, uh, I try an help out yea?" he shrugged broad shoulders in a slow lazy roll. He wasn't really sure what more to say and nodded to Justice and Emerald Spider, "I help out with some of you already so yea... I'm pretty good in a fight an can handle alot more in the water."

At Ashleys call Fa'Rua drew up and remembered the bike with a sheepish shrug, "Right. Wheels." she answered as the agent roared up and the lithe Lor snaked up in front of Ashley, "I'll drive, can't do much else through the interface." she grinned and tucked Ashleys arms around her tight as she revved the engine and shot off after the fleeing wolfman. "So what is the plan when we catch up?" she called out over the whipping wind and roar of the engine. She didn't wait for a response as she poured on the speed weaving the bike through the light traffic with the steely nerves of her fighter pilot past. At these speeds it wouldn't take long for her to overcome the fleeing creatures lead.

"Oh thanks." Chris murmured slightly embarrassed both perceptive enough to note the kind duplicity and hungry enough not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He leaned back to enjoy his coffee and devour the other goods delivered to the back seat while the ladies spoke. "Convents aren't churches technically." He corrected almost before catching himself, "And usually are more remote, I don't think there were any this close to the city especially back then. The whole structure is about withdrawing from the sins of the world." he finished with a shrug and picked at the crumbs in his muffin wrapper. "I'm pretty sure she wasn't in hallowed ground before all this." he added obliquely, though not really wanting to go into detail about why he felt that unlikely. He stared out the window snickering slightly, "Doesn't take much the Sisters aren't much on free thought and individualism." he suggested at Camellia's probing of Betsys history. "We should probably start where the body was found, she would have been on foot unless she was dropped by someone else." Because dressed like that she hadn't taken the long road but slept it off until her demise.

I'd be down to Have Kam attend.

In case you miss the discord convo on it. AA can edit, I think the assumption was it wouldn't be that significant a setback. A chance to have Ashley show off the be prepared kind of cowl thing but wasn't intended to knock Strix out of the thread if you have more you want to hit there.

Kimo wasn't the most plugged into the whole 'Hero Scene' as many, it had been part of the appeal of grad school in the Emerald Cities. Of course that hadn't really worked out. So his newfound semi-celebrity earned him a call from his auntie back in Freedom who did track all this hero stuff. After no small amount of badgering from the temperamental elemental he'd agreed to make an appearance. Besides a boy needs to eat right? He hadn't bothered with his costume such as it was, since that was mostly taking off his shirt these days. The big man strode into the noodle shop with a wide smile as he nodded greeting to the familiar heroes and unknown alike. He ordered a large bulgogi bowl and joined the others sinking into the nearest chair to dig in. "This way good." he complemented with a laugh, "Worth the trip just for the chow." the powerhouse looked to Justice with a brow raised between bites, "So what this all about then?"

Fa'Rua looked up guardedly at the Praetorian and gave a small nod, "Small Galaxy I guess." she replied with false bravado and with a silent summons called her brother from his meditations. When the other Lor joined them Fa'Rua looked to Sitara and fixed her helm in place and checked her weapons, "Locked and loaded." she reported falling back to her military training with more ease than she was entirely comfortable with. Jolan for his part discarded the bulky outer robes of his order for the simple fitted base garments more fit for combat and infiltration. He offered beatific smile, "We are prepared for the next steps Traveler." Fa'rua went over her com channels in a standard pre-check and announced her and Jolans callsigns for use in what was to come.

"See babe all under control." Fa'Rua cooed to Ashley hopefully as Lucy went to settle whatever had caused those bone chilling noises. Only for the Revenant to be bowled aside by the canine monstrocity shouting about international criminals and knowing Ashleys name, as well as her own. "Did he just ..." She barely had time to place a warning hand on Ashleys bicep trying to hold the agent back before the vampire returned and the beasts went to battle. She took a step back feebly tugging with what might the holopresence device could muster at Ashleys arm trying to stop her getting involved but knowing already it was a lost cause. Then Strix fell before the wolfmans onslaught crimson gashes that didn't bleed like they should have opening on the vampires chest before the mobile corpse collapsed unmoving on the floor and the lyncanthropic beast began to flee the scene. She let out a string of curses in her native tongue and pushed the holopresence device as hard as she could in pursuit of the fleeing mystery wolfman.

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