Supercape

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?"

GM "Indeed I was not" agreed Professor Ether, still burning blue with ethereal flame. "I have transformed myself! I am remade!" The cannon blasts ripped through the dusty air, igniting every particle with a red glow. It even looked rather pretty. But that was not really on Ether's mind when he took a blast to the chest. This time, he crumpled, still keeping afloat in the air, but with those wisps of blue energy spluttering and fizzing. He looked some how deflated, for a moment. "Villain!" he grumbled at Delta, most displeased!

Also, regarding the reactor, I will say you need a move action to study the reactor and work out whats happening; if you do, roll me a know [tech]

Tough Save: 1d20+12 20 with a bruise makes 19 - so he is dazed and another bruise! To keep track, im putting us into arbitrary init! Round 3 Delta - 3 HP, Unharmed Ether - Bruised x2, Fatigued. Meaning Delta is up!

GM Meanwhile... In the sewers of Freedom City, a man was at work. A sort of man. Not much like a man, in truth. He was seven feet tall, dressed in black, with a fantastic cape and heavy black boots. He had no head, just a glass helmet full of shiting orange vapours that sort of kind of half resembled a head now and again. Ish. He was reciting a spell in his underground lair, full of arcane symbols and ancient books. It was not big, but it was most certainly secret. And he had almost got rid of the stench of the sewers. With a final phrase in Babylonian, there was a puff of smoke in the centre of the summoning circle, and the Forever Boy appeared! The caped sorcecrer groaned. "Damn. Another failure! Who are you?"

So done! The Goons cant possibly match that. The Hornet can but he will roll at -5 due to distraction Notice: 1d20+5 11 and he does not. Feel free to post that stealth, and any other action you may take.