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  1. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "Ah yes! Serving King and Country, what what!" said Mr. Goose with a smile. Even if his wife seemed impressed. This Greenwich park had, like most alternate realities, differences - albeit in this case, minor ones. The observatory of Earth Prime was bigger, bolder, and dominant. It was, in this reality, the Institute of Metaphysical Engineering. A massive institution of brick and marble, with several smaller buildings on the outskirts. It was more like a tiny university than a building. And splendid architecture, too! "I am most pleased to hear of your valiant efforts, Sir!" said Mrs. Esmeralda Goose, now quite taken with Delta. "Fickle!" muttered Zip under his breath. "Let us to the Institute go!" declared a rather spiffy and cheerful Mr. Goose, setting off at a pace that seemed to, admirably, be both brisk and relaxed. "And please, your companions may join. Even the little dwarf fellow! What is that helmet, Sir? I pray it does not mask some hideous deformity?" Zip seethed. "No, Sir, Just the enormousness of my enormous brain!" he said. "I...see...." said Mr. Goose, before sidling up to Delta as they walked. "Curious little fellow you have there...what's his story?" he asked, a little concerned, a little suspicious.
  2. Snakebite FIre would be a problem. But it wasn't the most pressing problem. The Earth kept spinning, and the moon would fade. And if that happened, as far as she could see, they were done for. There was a beating of her heart and a cold panic in her lungs. Like every heartbeat was a clock counting down the seconds till doom. But despite this, she ran. Perhaps, because of this, she ran. Legs fueled by desperation. "<Then we need the herbs. The potion. Back to the village! Let us regroup there!>"
  3. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "Hmph! So you say!" blubbered an incredulous Zip. "Lets have the discussion after you invent a dimensional hopper belt. Or, for that matter, a microwave biscuit. Which I have" he said, proudly. "What the hell is a Microwave biscuit?" demanded Agent Lulu. "Language!" said the wife, shocked. "You shall never know its mysteries!" answered Zip to Lulu. "What is a microwave biscuit? Alas...you shall never know, Madam!" Mr Goose, Esq, did not pay attention to such babble. He was attending to Delta. "Alas, sir, I do not. I am a Lawyer, not a scientist. And certainly not of the calibre of those fine gentlemen of the institute!" he said. "Although I do walk in their social circles. But my, you seem rather versed in science for a war veteran...mayhap you served on a Turing Battleship? But I must not pry, fascinating as you are, Sir. Please, allow me to assist. The name of Goose still has some weight, thanks to both profession and stock. And dare I say it, wealth!" he said proudly, putting his hands in his lapels. His wife rolled her eyes again. She really was an expert at it. "May you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the Instituete, sir?" he asked Delta. "'Tis a pleasant stroll through Greenwich park, just over yonder...!" Mr. Arthur Goose pointed across the park (Which was indeed Greenwich Park) to the magnificent building at the top of the hill.
  4. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "What, did you spend twenty years studying interdimensional quantum realities? I think not!" said Zip, rather inignant. "No, sir! You shall not! Last time I handed it over, it was a veritable disaster! It was...." He paused, and looked around. "Why, it was here! Some professor at the Institute of Metaphyisical Engineering! Professor Phineas Blakewell, if I recall correctly - and, when you are as smart as I am, recalling correctly is something you can certainly count on!" he said, pointing his gloved two fingered hands towards his temples. "Goodness me, what a monstrosity!" said the wife (or presumably wife) of the gentleman with the steampunk spectacles, pointing at Delta. "Can't they do anything? Quite horrid!" "Nonsense, woman!" replied the keen eyed gentleman. "I understand it is all the rage in Oxford! Metal flesh! Steam powered limbs! Why, it would revolutionise our treatment of war veterans!" he said. "I suppose so..." said the wife, bringing out a fan and fanning herself, her eyes rolling. "But it is still rather horrid!" "Sir!" said the Gentleman. "Mr Arthur Goose, at your service! May I ask....are you from Oxford?" he asked Delta, politely. "Oh never mind me...." grumped Zip, less than pleased to be of secondary interest.
  5. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM There was a loud crunching noise as Captain Cosmos hit the ground. And an explosion of dust and rubble. Far off, they could hear the grind of failing metal, and something collapsed. Zip was furiously fiddling with his arm band. "Ive just got recalibrate the science!" he declared. Captain Cosmos could be seen getting up, wobbling. "Zip! I'm dying! Its coll---" vvvvzzzzziiip! And they landed in a graveyard. Around them, the groans of living corpses....everywhere! "Bit dead round here!" commented Zip as he fiddled again, and the living dead starting closing in on them. vvvvzzzzziiip! "Why hel-hel-hello folks!" said a rabbit dressing a mask, his chest puffed out, his hands on his hip. "What..I say whats up folks?" By his feet, a mouse in a cape and a mask adopted the same pose. "Welcome to ani---" "This place is very silly!" interrupted Zip, punching his dimension hopper once again. vvvvzzzzziiip! London, full of smog. Giant Zepplins flew through the air, and the smell of the industrial revolution was left, right, and centre. They were by a park, and gentlemen and gentlewoman (As well as very children) took casual and elegant strolls, although they did most certainly stop and stare. One took up a brass pair of goggles, which hooted and whistled, and let of some steam. "By Vishnu! What a curious spectacle! Have those fellows at the Institute of Metaphysical Engineering being playing silly sausages again?" he declared. "This place is less silly. Almost" explained Zip. "Earth Victoriana. And...I am out of power...." he sad, irritated with himself. "Something interrupted the flow of dimensional space-time information. My guess would be those...ah....silly sausages at the Institute of Metaphysical Engineering...."
  6. Flight: 1d20+6 7 bang. He is down. Post away!
  7. It is indeed, with of course the normal option of applying extra effort for +2 (and an HP to reroll)..or both!
  8. Yes indeed! in fact, I dont think that needs an HP, we can say the TK is opposed to his flight. Could you make a power roll?
  9. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "Why no...it recharges in just a few days!" said Zip, proudly. From the horizon, there was the sound of thunder. No! A sonic boom. Something in a blue and white cape and costume was hurtling towards them at phenomenal speed. "ZIP! I'LL STOP YOU THIS TIME!" it roared from the distance. Although the super-hero - or super villian (or some such permutation) that has screamed through the air on his (or her - one couldnt see from this distance) was moving at such a speed it would be not long before he was standing in front of them. Or worse. "Or a few seconds, if one is being bold!" stuttered Zip, frightened. "That fool is some idiot called Captain Cosmos. Not from my reality. Very stupid. And quite insane..." he added. "And rather intent on killing me. And probably you, by extention!" he added again...
  10. Ronin Ronin crept through the door, his Street Special gripped in hands. Not too tightly, but not to limply either. He had built it, and he knew how to use it, and how to handle it. And he had had his ass kicked by Yoshie so many times as a kid, he wasn't going to let any two bit thug disarm him. Although he rather feared that it wasn't going to be a two-bit thug in the factory. "Easy...easy...." he whispered in the factory. The thing was, they couldn't take too long. DIstractions had a time limit. Sooner or later the guards would come back. It felt like a balancing act - the need for speed vs the need for caution. One could only hope to take a middle line and hope for the best. He was no stranger to serious danger. He was no stranger to his life being in the hands of cosmic dice. But still, the adrenaline kicked in and the sweat flowed. Even if it did, he remained as frosty as snow....
  11. Rev Lexa tagged along with Sofia and Dom, and prepared to get her hands dirty. Oily, greasy, and dirty, just the way she loved them. Of course, she gave her hands and arms and legs (for that matter) a quick spray with SFX's synth-skin concealer first. There! As good as new! her limbs once again looked human. Unless one looked really close! Lexa tried to be proud of who she was, but still, she was glad that she didn't get stared at by everybody. Unfortunately, no fresh pair of shoes. It was hardly as if being barefoot (given her feet were steel now wrapped in synthetic plastic) was problematic, but it certainly odd looking. "Say, you got any spare shoes?" she asked Sofia, as he peered over her shoulder to look at the Engine of Letty. "I can help, if you would like. I'm pretty good with motors!"
  12. Edited, TA Thanks for update / edits. Could you amend Laments Reflex to +9 (+2 Dex, +7) just to keep track (the edit above was wrong in that it indicated 1 PP spend to increase it to +10 when it actualy adds up to +9). Or, if you fancy editting so he spends a spare PP, change it to +10 (+2 Dex, +8)
  13. Lets have Rev go to the racing! (D&S) If its of any value or pertinence, Rev will aid in mechanical repairs (taking 10 to give the aid bonus)
  14. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "An independent mind is a fine thing indeed!" replied Zip. "And I am most pleased to hear you fight against Lord Omega, who is just as reprehensible as Collapse" he said. "But you must understand, sir, that the Time Bomb I am devising...well, bomb can sound so ugly!" He flexed his four fingers and two thumbs (with prostigious cracking of knuckles under his gloves), and proceed to use them to animate his explanation. "If you imagine that Collapse gains strength with every dimension he forces together, my genius has invented the Time Bomb! Which forces dimensions apart again! It is, I can understand you thinking, a brute force, and you would not be entirely wrong. But it is designed to uncollapse dimensions. Putting things back to their natural order, so to speak!" he said, proudly. "But as for the dimension hopper, no. I simply wont hand it over to a stranger! But neither will I leave you in the lurch, sir! No! My conscience will simply not allow it! Come then, let us be on our merry way..." He reached to his belt and pressed a button. "Hmm....that normally works...." he muttered. The belt fizzed a little. "Ah...that looks like someth---" vvvvzzzzziiip! They stood in the middle of an apocalyptic Freedom CIty. Orange hellish clouds thundered overhead, the buildings were in ruins, and the broken wreckage of war was all around them. "Oh dear...this doesn't look like home for either of us, I wager. Dear me...not at all...." muttered Zip, putting on his helmet....
  15. Stealth: 1d20+12 15
  16. Awarding an HP as a complication for being a Terminus / Drone type creature, arousing suspicion. Delta - 4 HP
  17. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "Ah...interesting!" said Zip, stroking his chin, his eyes widening. "You do, do you? I wonder how come! Few indeed dare experiment with Nihilus enegy. Usually it is Lord Omega or his drones...." He said the last words pointedly. "Are you a drone? If so, I may need more than a Killbot...although...." to mitigate his suspicion he looked at Agent Lulu and the ASTRO scientist. "You do at least travel with humans..." "Now....this being so, I am not so sure I should hand my dimensional hopper over to you. It is the only way off this rock, and it would be quite a feat of trust to hand it over so blindly! Especially to a...well....what exactly are you? what Terminus taint to do you carry?"
  18. I think the priority is getting the ceremony done by the end of the night - so checking up on the herb concoction?
  19. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "Of course I can refine it!" said Zip proudly. "I am in the process of refining it. But this is very complicated hyperdimensional anti-entanglement quantonium physics we are talking about!" he said stiffly. "I am sure you don't understand!" "I have a PhD in physics!" said Agent Lulu, proudly. "I have six!" snapped baxck Zip, fast and proud. "It's not so bad" added Zip to Delta. "I'm sure to get you home eventually...might take two or three or maybe more hops. But it won't take long, at all! But...if I may ask....hmmm....what made the vortex appear in your dimension, eh? Do you have Nihilus energy? For I could most surely use some!"
  20. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "Why, the year 227 After Enlightenment!" replied Zip. "I mean, I don't know what that translates to in your Earth. I guess i fell back around fifity years. Give or take a hundred!" he said. "I could even be from your past!" "Errr...if you want me to blame them, I certainly shall!" he said, pointing at Lulu and the ASTRO scientist. "YOU! THOU SHALLST NOT PLAY WITH NIHILIHUS ENERGY!" he said, full of fury. He turned away and gave Delta a wink. "Although it may be our only hope!" he whispered cheerfully. "There is a being called Collapse. In your future, if you have not heard from him. HIs power is almost infinite, and he is quite mad. He draws strength by collapsing whole alternate realities. It...gets messy. And the more realities collapse into each other, the stronger he gets. There are resistances from various realities. As for me, I am...an unusual sort of fellow, blessed with remarkable intellect thanks to centuries of rather unpalatable selective breeding. I have a plan for a time bomb...which would sunder the dimensions apart again, serving both the function of getting everything a bit less untidy, and depowering - at least a bit - Collapse...!" "Unfortunately its all a bit experimental right now. Like my dimension hopper. Seems to have landed us here...BUT!" he added. "I am sure I can get us out again. Quite where too, well, thats a bit more uncertain...."
  21. Supercape

    Zip Zap

    GM "That?" asked the small man, who bounded up the crevasse like a supercharged frog to land by Delta. He was considerably shorter, with two fingers on each hand, and a squat build. "That's my Killbot Mk2! Still got a few glitches I see. It really should be protect all humans. But I fear the dimensional jump has frazzled some of its already rather wobbly circuits!" He took off his helmet to greet properly. It was a human face, for the most part, although rather dysmorphic, and certainly ugly". "I am pleased to meet you, Sir!" he said, in a rather unremarkble voice with an odd English or French lilt. "I am Zip. Chief Engineer of the Great Enlightenment" he said with a bow. "And resistance fighter against...ah....well, you probably haven't come across Collapse, have you. Yes, I think I went back a few years too. Maybe more than a few years..." "I'm sorry you got dragged into my little transdimensional wormhole" he said, apologetically. "I'm trying to harvest Nihilhus energy through hyperdimensional crystals, you see. Trying to create a...aha...time bomb, you might say. Vital for the resistance!" he added, proudly. He looked around. "And looks like we got dragged into some god awful half-dimensional bubble. Oh dear! By Copernicus, what a vile stench!"
  22. No problem from me! (And yeah, its a collosal pain doing it on the phone!)
  23. Ronin "The upper floors?" "Not so great. They have the higher ground. Err...whoever the hell they are" he said, realising - and not for the first time - that voodoo really wasn't something he knew a whole hilll of beans about. He hoped it wasn't literally hell. You never could tell. He couldn't remember any passage in any religious text referring to ink flowing. But he didn't have a Bible or Qu'ran to hand either. "We need to be safe, we need to be quiet. Get the drop on them" he suggested. He supposed the same principles of war applied whatever you were fighting, more or less. "So lets go in real quiet..." He held the Street Special in his hand, his senses screaming in alert, and crept forward, silent as a mouse (he hoped).
  24. Lament Lament duly carved ink to parchment with a flourish. He had an artistic flair, of course, but that didn't really include calligraphy. Moons Visitor Shows Feel Dance Maiden He finished with a flourish. "It seems then, that this visitor is your thief! Now, we must determine her identity! What can you tell me of her, O great King? Was she fair? Short? Tall? Complexion? How did she speak, and in what tongue? What said she of herself?"
  25. GM "Shes a down and out drunk" said the Wall. "Used to be something back in Bedlam, they say. But something broke her heart. Something she never spoke about" he said. "If you give her whiskey and a sympathetic ear, maybe she speak to you" he shrugged. "How much help it would be..." "On her own, not a whole hill of beans" said Kidd, thinking it through. "I mean, she ain't going to be a reliable witness on the stand. But maybe thats not what we are going for, right? She might give us some hints. If she ain't too scared. Sounds like she might be too washed up to really care about living or dying..." "I'm a fighter, not a talker" grunted the Wall. "I can try and protect her" he offered, again in a simian grunt. "Justice, you got to understand, if it was easy to take down Blowfish, we would have done it ourselves" he said. "We can put a stop to this filth hole. Maybe kick him out of Emerald City. But we need some serious good rolls of the dice to get him in the slammer. I hate to be a downer on this, but the law...its going to be a slow and painful road doing it that way..." But then again, Kidd was obviously a cynical man. Who preferred action and ass-kicking to due process.
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