Supercape

GM "It wasn't stolen, if that what you mean" said the Black Rose, cursing under his breath in Italian. "It disintegrated. My experiments in astral projection were most illuminating but took its toll on my body" he explained. "I was transmogrified into ethereal gas! Not ideal, by any measure. It took me centuries of drifting through time and space to reform myself, and even then, I required this leather and glass container to hold my form together" There was perhaps a trace of bitterness, but the Black Rose seemed more of a pragmatist. A practical man, who did not let despair or sourness get in his way of solving a problem. The Blackness evaporated as quickly as it appeared. "Now, enough from me. I need to find a path to the land of evergreen. It is not a safe place, and this is why I created a Golem to protect me. Now, tell me, are you my foe or ally? or just an annoying insect?"

GM The floor beneath the Wall was already grinding with his weight. The building was only half finished and not exactly built to first class standards. It promptly collapsed in splintered into dust. The Wall tried grabbing onto the sides of the hole, but he was too slow. Crash - Bang - Whallop! The Wall, being so heavy, fell through four floors, pausing each time to crack open a path to the floor below. It sounded painful. "Nice move, Justice!" said Kidd, with a wink. "You sure arrested that Mexican Scu----I mean that Mexican criminal!" "Give it up for my pal Justice, who clearly has a grrrrreat career in helping me do my job!" he said to the camera. He gave the cut off sign to Jackson. "What?" said Jackson. "Can't have cameras showing everything!" grinned Kidd, fingering his shotgun. "Due process and criminal legislation and so on..." Jackson paused, not knowing quite what to do...

Cant really miss the floor, and it is fragile enough to colapse. I will, however, give the Wall a Reflex Save DC 15 to avoid falling through. Reflex Save: 1d10+5 11 and down he falls. Thats a good 10 foot fall, butthe problem is he is going to (As he is so heavy) fall through several flights. So Im giving him a net DC 20 Tough Save Tough Save vs Fall: 1d20+8 11 dazed, bruised, injured! (And at the bottom of the building)

Echohead When Echohead met Geckohead Of all the strange and disturbing universes that filled the multiverses, one of the silliest (and in this matter, the competition was stiff) was the Ani-Verse. One could not say it was malign. One could not say it was cruel. One could not even say it was irrational (if one fully understood the nature of the multiverse). However, one could confidently say it was silly. If one lived on the so-called Earth-Prime universe, that is. For silliness was no doubt relative to the observers position of normality. And what is so bad about silly, anyway? In the Ani-verse, all heroes and villains and people betwixt the two lived as anthropomorphic counterparts. Johnny Rocket lived as Johnny Rabbit. The Meta Grue as Morphamoose. Captain Thunder as Captain Thunderkat. And Echohead as Geckohead. The psychic lizard. And now, as Freedom City wobbled in the midst of a wake of dimensional splinters, fractures and all-out wormholes, Geckohead arrived in Freedom City, Earth-Prime. This prompted a response from the already over-stretched AEGIS, who were coordinating with the other agencies from the police department to W.E.S.T. on containing the catastrophe. This response in question arrived outside the garden shop of Umberto Velluti, aka Echohead. The black Van screeched to a halt, and two AEGIS in cool sunglasses jumped out, trying to look cool despite the urgency of the situation. Arguably, they succeeded, for such was the power of cool sunglasses. “Mr. Velluti! Come with us! Code Alice Dixon!” “Oh dear!” said Umberto, dropping his clippers. “An Alice Dixon! Well of course, I shall come right away!” he said, trying to remember what an Alice Dixon was, and failing quite miserably. Not that he let on, of course. Instead he brought out his cool sunglasses from his pocket, and placed them over his eyes. It helped he feel just that little bit more like James Bond, and a little bit less like a whimpering coward. In truth, he was a little bit of both. “Let’s go!” And off they went, speeding across Freedom City in a cool black van. “There’s a Gecko loose in Freedom City” explained one of the agents. “What? Geckoman? Is he ramming Hospital’s again?” blubbered Echohead. He was still struggling to keep up with all this superhero information and history. But he didn’t need to study very hard to remember that incident. “No” “What then? A giant mutant radioactive Gecko with laser beam eyes? That would be cool” “No. An alternate version of you. Geckohead. A psychic Gecko” said the Agent, firmly. “Although…yes, a giant radioactive Gecko would be cool” he conceded. The Van continued its rapid journey through the streets. As it happened, Geckohead had landed from Ani-Earth in a suitable spot. The central park of Freedom City. There he stood, all impressive nearly four feet of him, green as an apple, with fins and fingers and gecko eyes. And, unlike a Gecko, teeth, tongue and fully capable of speech. “What’s going on? I-I-I-say what’s g-g-g-going?” he called out. Now, Geckohead was not a malign soul. He was in fact a respected superhero in Ani-Earth (more or less respected, anyway). But his psychic brain was quite scrambled from the dimensional upheaval. He was confused and disorientated and, most importantly, scared. This combined with a somewhat slippery grasp over his powers (that’s what dimensional shenanigans can do) had led him to suck out the thoughts of all wanderers and strollers of the park, desperate to find out what was happening. He was none the wiser, but those said wanderers and strollers sat or lay on the grass, dribbling slightly, void of intelligence. Fortunately, such thought theft was only temporary, but it was still a most sorry state of affairs. “We are here” said the Agent to Echohead as they arrived in the van. “We need to stop this. We need to….” He paused, his face blank. “Who are you?” he asked Echohead. “Where are we?” He pulled out his taser. “What’s going on?” He paused, looking rather ashamed. “Who am I?” he asked. “What’s this?” he said, looking down the barrel of the taser. Echohead decided it was time to act. The taser might have been non-lethal, but he didn’t want the agent enucleating his own eyeball by accidentally fiddling with it. He reached into the Agent’s mind, tugged a few strings, and sent him to sleep. Looked like he was on his own on this one. He stepped out of the van, feeling sweat on the back of his neck and on his forehead. He gulped, but held his nerve. If he backed out now, a lot of people might die. He held his hands up in a sign of placating surrender, and slowly advanced on Geckohead. It was not long before he felt a familiar tug on his brain, the thoughts screaming to leave his head and furrow their way into Geckohead’s. So that’s what it feels like! It was not an unpleasant situation. Like drifting off to sleep, or feeling the anaesthetic flow through the vein. But, due to some quirk of psychic synchronisation (their powers being so similar) and his own hardy will, he managed to put the brakes on the effect. His thoughts stayed firmly within his own cranium. “Wh-wh-wh-why whos are you?” said Geckohead, assuming a cliched startled pose. Echohead could swear that he saw Geckohead’s pop out of his eyes on optic nerve stalks for a second. “I-I-I-“ started Echohead. He stuttered too, of course. But somehow he was triggered by Geckoheads similar speech pattern. He clamped his teeth shut, breathed in, and breathed out. “I am Echohead. This world’s version of…you….I think” he gulped. “Unb-b-believable!” said a shocked Geckohead, his fins erecting in surprise. “But true!” interjected Echohead. “How do I know?” asked Geckohead, somewhat suspiciously. “I---I can’t read your brain? Good golly gumdrops! My head is so full of thoughts!” he said, a pained look on his lizard face, as his webbed hands clutched the sides of his head. “You are draining all the thoughts of these people! You are going to kill them, if you don’t stop!” “K-Kill? I don’t want to kill anybody!” said Geckohead, gulping. It looked like he was sweating, even though lizards don’t sweat. “You will if you don’t stop!” “I c-c-cant stop!!!” This would not do at all. Whilst Echohead (and Geckoheads) power were generally benign and non-lethal, there were limits. Aside from the dangers of dehydration and starvation from a massive long lasting drain, what if someone was driving and forgot how to drive? Or, heaven forbid, was flying a plane overhead and forgot how to fly? Echohead looked up ahead, just to check the sky, now that the horrific thought had entered his head. Fortunately, they were clear. “Well then, I’ll have to make you forget how to make people forget!” he said. “M-m-makes sense to me, pard’ner!” said Geckohead. Although Geckohead did not resist, the fact that their psychic abilities were so closely aligned made it furiously hard. Echohead could find the part of Geckohead’s brain he needed to unravel, but it was a herculean task. It took all of his might to do so, and he feared he might pop a blood vessel whilst doing so. He collapsed onto the parks grass, realising that his psychic exertion had caused him to neglect breathing for several seconds. He gasped sweet oxygen back into his lungs. “What’s…I say…What’s going on?” said a confused Geckohead, looking around. Maybe Echohead had pulled a little too hard. “Don’t worry…don’t worry” he gasped. “I had to stop you. The effects are temporary. You lost control of your powers. Made everyone here a little bit…” He pointed at the vacant expressions of the citizens around them. “…although they will recover, I’m sure” he added, reassuringly. “Golly!” gulped Geckohead. “I’m so v-very sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. One moment I was talking with Furball, and then I went…” ZAP! In a flash of seven (or so) dimensions, Geckohead was gone. One could only hope back to his own dimension, and one could only hope that Echohead’s temporary psionic nullification lingered long enough. It would not do at all for Geckohead to wreak the same havoc on Ani-Earth as he did here…

GM "They are coming! King Cauldron, from whose pot the Giants are born!" muttered Morgen. "The Old Gods Anew! Before time itself, born from the idea of mountains, rather than the mountains themselves!" She looked at Voin directly. "Have you been to the land of ideas?" she asked, face half grimace, half grin. The rumbling grew louder. Deep voices, like rolling boulders, muttered through the crisp cold air. "We are called! We are called!" they rumbled. "At the centre of everything, where the Cosmic Coil twines, were the Mountains of Madness grind, there lies the unspeakable one! Ah! He whispered to us in our all life, giant!" she said to Dreadnought "but here, in this temple, the whispers are roars!" "We are called! We serve the King!" Outside, from every point of the compass, was an enormous giant.Voin and Dreadnought might have been big, but these ancient beings were over fifty feet tall. They were dressed, in a manner of speaking, in ancient hides, and had rocks encrusted all over their bodies. Their skulls were thick and primitive, and they did not look as if they were blessed with brains to match their size.

GM "HIs...mistakes? Ah...yes....his mistakes!" replied Zip. "Ah...I'm not sure they were mistakes? The man was reprehensible, cruel and villanous, of course!" he added. "Very worth of stopping and congratulations on being heroic and so on and so forth etcetera etcetera" he babbled. "But look at what he achieved! Almost stable Nihilus energy reaction! Can you imagine the possibilities? Why, the applications are endless and probably safe too!" He drummed his tow fingered hands together. "This will allow me to build the mother of all time bombs! Victory shall be ours! The tyrant wont see this coming!" He turned to Delta. "Let me take this to the future! We can save it!"

GM Delta could study the reactor with a little bit less expediency now. It had been locked in a feedback loop with Ether, and both where feeding eachother, it seemed. It would be a relatively simple (merely difficult, but doable) task to bleed the remaining nihilus energy (and there was a lot of remaining energy!) into his own systems. As he started to do so, Zip arrived. "No! What are you doing!" he wailed, holding his two fingered hands to his puffy cheeks, holding his mouth open in an "o". "Thats precious stuff! I can use it to build my dimensional time bomb!" he gasped.

GM This time, the blast of the cannon through Ether across the reactor room. He hit one of the half disintegrated walls which exploded in a cloud of dust. For a moment one could not see anything. The blue ethereal fire had spluttered out. And then, as the dust settled, the unconscious form of Ether was there, still and unmoving. Small puffs of dust by his mouth indicated the professor was still breathing. As for the reactor, it may well have been moot now. But Delta could see it had been extensively modified. It seemed to be now converting regular matter to nihilus energy. Unstable, dangerous, and quite possibly out of control...

Tough Save: 1d20+10 13 as it happens, that is a fail by 15, so knocked out! Combat over, Ill post IC the results.

GM The solidified glitter span a merry web around the Black rose, and, in the blink of an eye, he was bound. Helpless? Maybe. Maybe not. The Black Rose was not agile or fast. He had a certain stiffness to him, a certain rigid slowness. That black leather armour seemed to impede his movements. Or perhaps it was the fact that the remnants of his body was merely an orange gas that filled his costume. But he was strong. He strained against the binds, and they were put under immense strain. "Well then, that proves it! You are a pixie! Or an elf! Or something of that kind!" he said, voice deep. His fury seemed to be more contained now, after that first flush of rage. "And the fact that you have ensnared me so is proof of your madness and cruelty both! Villain! Yet you call me mad!"

Reflex Save: 1d20+4 7 he resolutely fails, and is bound. Lets stop there and see how it plays out.

Curveball Pow! Zap! Bzzzt! There was action afoot in Emerald City, of this there was no doubt. As if to drive home the point, a killbot (Mark B47, apparently) flew through the windows of Molly Morrow’s candy store. “Good Golly, Miss Molly!” gasped Curveball, who was in the midst of buying some candy. She was rather tempted by the Cherrypops! Although at the end of the day, she was edging towards some Belgian chocolate. They were much more refined and creamy. Still, a Cherrypop! Was a Cherrypop! How the purples, red, and pinks glistened with artificial colours! As the Killbot landed, and shattered glass tinkled everywhere, Curveball realised that the choice of candy had become moot. Now, it was the time for action. But, darn it, she did not have a baseball bat! Nor a baseball! Never mind. Hoping that Molly would not mind, she emptied a pot of toothcrackers into her hand. Tooth crackers were the hardest known sweet on Earth. Quite possibly, the hardest known sweet in the galaxy. It was estimated that it took the average person thirteen minutes of sucking (under normal conditions) before they could actually bite the darn things. There were ongoing debates about their safety, which of course the manufactures did their best to encourage and advertise. For, truth be told, tooth crackers were not that tasty. They had the flavour of a slightly mouldy cardboard dosed, erratically, with sugar. No, nobody bought tooth crackers for their flavour, but rather for their reputation. And they would be most excellent ammunition for Curveball. Defeating killbots with sugar was just one of the regular crazy events in Emerald City! So, with feline agility, Curveball jumped out of the shattered window onto the street. Pandemonium it was! With all these dimensional ruptures occurring, things were chaotic everywhere. But particularly here, with a half dozen killbots roaming the streets. “KILL ALL HUMANS!” they screamed and squarked. They certainly lived up to their name, and made no mistake about their attention. They would perhaps have succeeded in their mission, but for one person standing in their way. HOWZAT! The four-armed cricket girl from another dimension. This was not to say she was like the cricket insect. No no, she was dressed up in the traditional white costume of a cricket player (although the clever eye would not doubt see it was also armoured. Particularly around the shins), and was holding a cricket bat in each of her four arms. Each bat sizzled and sparked. For they were high tech electric cricket bats! An alternative version of Curveball, it seemed! And more than that, a version that could knock a Mark B47 Killbot straight through Molly’s shop window. Her electric cricket bats were something Curveball deeply desired. Although she would rather they were baseball bats. What sort of stupid game was Cricket anyway? As Howzat smashed in the head of a killbot right infront of her, by sweeping two bats down hard, and the other two bats hooking in from either side (a rather effective strategy! Curveball took down a mental note of the move), another Kill bot came up behind Howzat, its laser-saw spinning silently. Well, Curveball simply could not have that! Ping! Ping! Ping-ping! The teethcrackers were thrown with incredible speed from Curveball’s mutated arms. The muscles, the tendons, the bones, all had changed (thanks to the unpredictable effects of the Darwin-X virus) to give maximum power to her throw, via a mixture of strength, speed, and leverage. The toothcrackers were like bullets. Even hurled at mutant speeds, they did little against the killbots metachrome plating, but shatter. The one thing they did do, however, was distract the killbot behind Howzat. It turned, and Howzat heard it turning. Her warcry was obvious. As her four cricket bats drummed into the killbot, denting it, electrocuting it, destroying it, she yelled at the top of her voice. “Howzat!” Howzat had the same eyes as Curveball, and spotted her counterpart almost instantly. “Cor Blimey! A Yank!” “Come on! Lets give these killbots a right good thrashing! Tally ho!” Howzat threw two of her cricket bats at Curveball. Not in a violent way. They arced through the air in a gentle spin, and landed elegantly in two of Curveballs hands. She hefted them for a moment. Not as elegant or fast as baseball bats. Clumsy and antiquated, she might well have said, if she had time. But one thing was clear, they were stuffed full of electricity and would be extremely effective in fighting Killbots. “Lets try these out!” she called back, and pointed the bats at two Killbots in front of her. A few sparks flew out. Nothing very impressive. The Killbots looked at each other, and then at Curveball. Killbots did not have much in the way of faces. Red lights for eyes and mouth. Somehow, they still conveyed the impression that they gave cruel, evil smiles. “Squeeze tight!” yelled Howzat. And thus, Curveball did. Something clicked inside the bat’s interior, and two arcs of electricity spat out of the bats, neatly electrocuting the two Killbots. They juddered and jerked, and those red lights exploded in some colourful fountain of sparks. Then, still intermittently seizing, they fell to their knees, and then to the ground. All they could do now was smoke, and smoke they did. “Awesome!” yelled Curveball, quite honestly. She jumped forward, full of speed and vigour, and a little touch of battle frenzy. There were only six Kill bots left now, and they started converging on Howzat and Curveball. “KILL ALL HUMANS!” they intoned, to clarify their intent (which in all honesty needed no clarification). One did however get the impression that there were two humans that they were specifically intending to kill. Or two mutant humans, to be more precise. Zap Zap Zap! Came the blasts. One glanced across Howzat, but seemed to just scorch her armoured costume. One glanced across curveball, burnt her jeans to a crisp, and filled her with a searing pain. She did not cry out. That would make her look uncool. But her jaw clenched its teeth most vigorously. And now, came the percussive beats of cricket bats against steel. Now came the storm of electricity that fried circuits. Now came the fall of the Killbots. With both Curveball and Howzat armed and ready, working with speed and ferocity, and working together with an uncanny intuitive bond, they made very short work of the remaining killbots. As the last robot fell, Curveball and Howzat spun and gave each other a victory fist pump. Four of them, in fact. “These bats are great!” said Curveball, wondering if she could persuade her counterpart to “loan” a few of them. Even if they were made for cricket. “They certainly are!” replied Howzat. “I did my bit for King and Country with just your regular old cricket bats for a bit, but I soon found out I needed something with a bit more spark!” Curveball could see now that Howzat was a little more battle scarred than she was. Maybe she was older, or maybe she had just seen more dust, grit, and action. She had at least two scars on her face, and quite possibly a broken nose. “And I might suggest getting some proper armour, too” added Curveball. “Unless you want a face like mine, or a bullet in your lungs” she explained. “Fair point…” said Curveball, who could not disagree. She turned the cricket bat over and over. “How did you make these? Are you a scientist?” “Me?” laughed Howzat. “Oh, I can barely count to ten. On a good day. No, I’m no scientist. I just got a….” Bzzzt! She faded from view. Then reappeared. Then flickered. “Bothering bother! All that science talk and now we are caught up in this mumbo jumpo multiverse nonsense!” she said, flickering again. “As I was saying. Its really important that you get…..simply go to…..and ask……for……will be really happy to help as long as you…..and its really crucial that you….with….on…..with an elephant” she explained cryptically. It was not exactly sage advice, but it was all Curveball would be getting right now, for Howzat disappeared from this universe with a barely audible pop! Sound. Still, Curveball took it. Maybe it was time for an upgrade….

GM "What, you think that pea shooter gonna stop me? Think again, Nina Tonta!*" replied the Wall. Blowfish was canny. "Sure, sure, a signed confession...you got some paper? some ink?" he asked Justice. The Wall was not impressed. "No paper. No ink. Just fists and fury. You ready to say your prayers, Blowfish?" demanded the Wall. Kidd actually held up his shotgun, ready to watch the show. "I mean, you are all arrested. That's right, I'm arresting you all!" he said, and gave a smile to Jackson, who was filming the entire scene. "You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Etcetraa Etceteraa!" he said, for the sake of appearances.

Now, its a Cloud Area Fatigue 12 effect. Foreverboys Evasion certainly does count, and its the regular DC 22 Reflex (vs Area) and DC 16 Fort save (if he fails the reflex throw, as he has evasion2)

GM "The Forever boy, is it? Sounds like an Elf to me. Or a pixie. Or something of that sort. I suppose for you, my reasoning, my philosophy, my drive, must seem mad! Just as your frolicing and dancing seem mad to me! Ah! One mans sanity is another man madness, I suppose!" He moved stiffly and slowly, in that armoured leather costume. Only the black cape moved freely, like silk. Then another aroma hit the air, this time an almost sickly sweet smell. Something dusty in the air hit the lungs. If Forever Boy had his nostrils unpinched, he would have detected the distinct aroma of soporific poppies...

Also, as you have made a prompt enemy of the Black Rose, Forever Boy 5 HP

Or does it....? Muahahahaha!

Lament "A real trickster would not be in disguise!" replied Lament, a statement that was either nonsensical or wise, or quite possibly both. "An excellent choice, your majestic majesty, I am quite sure you have chosen correctly!" he lied, for to his mind it 'twas a flip of a coin. True, he would have chosen the same, but one never could tell for sure, and 'twas but one of three possibilities. "Perhaps, your regalness, I might see if tears would flow? Mayhap you are familiar with the works of Mr. Shakespeare? The lamentations of Romeo, perhaps?"

Choose which hand to pinch your nose with!

Pan is hit by a sense dependent (Reflex DC 22 to avoid olfactory) Mind control effect (DC 22 Will to resist)

GM The Black Rose seethed. "Very well then. It seems it is you who do not listen. You are in no position to make demands...." And suddently, in the blink of an eye, the world become pitch black. From afar, Penny and Oz could see a great well of blackness, dark beyond dark, down the sewer. "I am the Black Rose, Lorenzo Sabatini! I have no time for elves or pixies, or any of the mad folk!" rumbled the Black Rose. "Now, you will tell me from whence came your filthy pixie dust!!!" And a sweet floral smell, enchanting and hypnotic, filled the air. And more importantly, filled the nostrils of the Forever Boy!

GM The gas in the dome congealed into a furious displeased face. "Don't make demands of me!" said the Black rose. He raised a gloved black hard and brought his fingers into a fist. "I am a master alchemist! a professor of herbology! I served the DeMedici family for decades, and have spent centuries with my mind dancing through time and space beyond your understanding!" "Only the fertile lands of the fae could possibly have what I need to grow, to recover! Now, a strange flying boy with pixie dust strikes me as just the sort of idiot who might stop me....tell me, are you one of those mad fools?"

GM Lorenzo paused, the golden gas inside his glass domed head congealing into some semblance of a face. A displeased face. Possibly even an angry face. "Pixie dust???" he said, raising his black gloved arm and pointing a black gloved finger. "Can you tell me why you are carrying PIXIE DUST?" he said, more and more angry. Meanwhile... "This stinks!" complained Penny, dressed in Wellingtons and Raincoats. "The colours don't match...like at all!" She was most displeased that her spell of looking like the badass Kat Klaw was coming to an end. And she didn't have any guns. She had to make do with her fertile imagination. Ahead, as they stomped through the sewers of Freedom City guided by Oz's magic compass, they heard the sound of the Black Rose, Lorenzo, raising his voice...

GM "A land of fertile earth, with crystal clear rivers, fruit on every tree laden with sweet juice, where the skies shine clear even as gentle dew rolls over the greenest grass you shall see..." started Lorenzo. "Unfortunately, it is also home to the most mad of fae folk. Which, if you have ever met their kind, is a most irritating prospect. Nevertheless, I intend to reach that strange realm. It is the only chance I have of regaining my body" he said, bluntly. "I have made precautions for my visit. Unfortunately, I have misplaced my golem. But I hope it will return soon. In any case, I must reach the Green lands..."

GM "Ah...yes...." said the orange domed sorcerer. He spoke with a deep voice, with a vaguely Italian accent. "Not the bestest of places. You stand in a summoning circle in the filthy sewers of Freedom City. I ah...apologise for bringing you here" he said. "My name is Lorenzo. Some call me the Black Rose" He was indeed dressed in black leathers. And he did smell faintly floral. "I did not intend to summon you. It is interesting...I wonder why you did appear? I am trying to open a portal to...well....somewhere else. Why did you come, I wonders?"