Supercape

Lament "Verily and forsooth, I come with greetings and felicitations" said Lament, bowing deeply. He missed his top hat, for he most assuredly would have doffed. it. "I come to ask a boon, towith, your wisdom" he started, wondering exactly who this woman was. But enough pondering! It distracts my muse! diverts my flow! my words must be like jazz! "Although the tune was most pleasant too!" he added, a smile on his face. "To the point then, wise woman..." for she must be a woman, and she must be wise...ah! Archetypes, archetypes! "...I come to seek a thief. Not just any thief, no. I talk not of shiny baubles, nor even of handsome princes stealing hearts. No, a most nefarious theft. A child-snatcher! Not but a few minutes ago, a score of children snatched from some theatrical event. Quite the event, too, I should add...." He could not stop himself. "...the performer really was outstanding!"

If pertinent, taking 10 on perform (singing) to get a 21 result, copying the tune! Which would make a great performance...audience impressed!

Lament Lament was not over anmoured with marsh. My costume! Darlings! I cannot work like this! Where is my trailer? Still, it seemed a neccesity despite the bruise to his ego. Nay, my art! But...then again....the true artist must at times wallow in the mud, must he not? This seemed to stiffen his resolve, make the unpalatable palatable. The humming, yes, that must be the Bog Wife...wait! What is a bog wife? Is it somebody married to a bog? Or a bog that is married to someone? There was only one way to find out, and he did not much fancy going forward unanounced. Besides, which, he found his normal tic of humming and tapping along to a tune was still quite evident. He started singing along, and proceeding forth!

GM And so... Shotgun in hand, detective Kidd took Justice away from the chanting crowds ("Go...go...go! Back to Mex...I...co!"), the beaming smug face of Blowfish, and the lip licking opportunism of Jack Jackson. Back around the side of the Sunny Sunshine Refuge centre. Half-built, the lights were dim here, and the building looked clearly unfinished. And yet, people were living inside. It could hardly be said to be squalid, for it was not. But still, it was not far away, and the unfinished nature of the building clearly made living conditions unpalatable at best. "You got some stealth field or something?" asked Kidd, quiet now. Alert. "Because we need to do some top rate snooping. Tell me you got invisibility beams?" he asked, hopefully. His shotgun would certainly, if fired, be far from stealthy, and yet he was caressing it with loving fingers.

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Snakebite Despite the shouts, Cassie had not dragged herself away from the woman of the moon. She felt too...important. The moon made flesh.... It was poetic, and, Cassie felt, true...in an abstract way. Literally true? Who knew? And things did seem clearer now. It made a certain sense. When the moon was fullest, and brightest. Then, the sacrifice. But that did leave the most pressing matter of the now. As the moon goddess faded, the now became serious and present. Namely, the fact that the village was probably fighting of some terrible accursed creature. And, given the hideous strength of the beast, probably faring not so well. She pulled out her whip, and started running back to the village. If there was battle here, then she would be joining it!

GM Sonny Cho turned to Comrade Frost and gave a slightly startled, but most polite bow. "Respectfully, I am not sure it is your problem, sir" he said, most corteously. "On the other hand, I am not sure it is not" he added. "Dr Sin was indeed a criminal, but I regret to say that he did at least have a sense of honour. the Hornet, on the other hand, has all the vices of Dr Sin and none of the virtues" He turned back to look over Hong Kong, his voice and manner more wistful now. "Ah, things are never so easy. You have deposed one tyrant and a worse one seems intent on taking his place. And more so, it will be a bloody coup. Hong Kong does not have the resources of Freedom City, its super hero contingent is small. Before the Chinese took over Hong Kong we at least had the British. The Vanguard, if you remember them....I even may Headcase once, although I confess he was a strange fellow..." He shook himself from his many and long memories. "I believe then, that it is a request made of necessity. Mr. Murk felt that he..and by extention, you had some hand in the events of Hong Kong - benign by intent, I should add, and that given absence of any other force here, it would be a wise and noble intervention" "Although as you quite readily state, not an easy intervention. The Chinese would not openly approve of American or Russian superheroes...but perhaps they would not be opposed to them either, if it stopped a war...." "I, however, am not the Communist party of China" smiled Cho. "I am at your full disposal. More tea?" he asked politely.

Lament Punished, eh? By whom, I wonder...and why? Luther clearly had a lot to understand about Faeriefolk. Providing, of course, that this was not some clever trick. He certainly knew enough about sleight of hand and showmanship to know that appearances could be deceiving. The art of deception was redirection. In any case, atleast he had a road to take...although it be quite the gamble! What was this fog anyway? Where was this fog? Why was this fog? And who was the bog wife that knew all the answers? "Verily and forsooth, and thank ye for thy aide, fair lady. I shall venture yonder!" he bowed, deeply. He wished he wasn't so wet, but at least the Void, in its grumbling hungry way, kept him warm. And, his course thusly determined, and so to his will, he ventured forth, into the yonder!

Sgt Shark Victor put the communicator in and dutifully gave it a test tap and croaked out "testing testing...alpha bravo charlie" before giving a thumbs up. He took a look at Asad and Sea Devil. Both strange bedfellows, neither military trained by the looks of it. Never mind, I am sure they can handle themselves. Sea Devil, at least, looked like she was born for the sea. Or, at the very least, looked like she was born in the sea. Asad seemed too flippant for his disciplined mind, but, on the other hand, some jocular banter was no bad thing for a mission. As long as it had its time and place. No, what he ws most disturbed about was the lack of intelligence. It seemed...patchy....although some intelligence was better than none. "Well then. Down we go" he said, with a thumbs up.

GM And a commotion it was, indeed. Most of the passangers had backed away, scared or panicked. One brave soul had tried to intervene, and she was on the floor unconscious (although, as far as Gauss could see with a quick scan of the eye, not seroiusly injured). The one armed man had, in his cybernetic arm, a panicked and beaten small man with ruffled white hair and an unassuming manner who was bleeding from his nose, thanks - it seemed - to a swift punch. "Don't fight it, man. I don't want to hurt you..." said the large one armed man to his victim. However, hearing Gauss approach he spun round. "Aw shoot.... a cape!" he muttered, most displeased with the transpiring situation.

GM Det Kidd gave a big grin. "I got shot up five years ago. Busted a cult. Got shot right in the heart. Miracle I survived" he said. "That's when I first met Jack Jackson. Now...I survived...does that make me bulletproof?" he asked. "Never got shot again" he added. "As for the Wall, well, I fancied a word with him. Tell him to keep his filthy Mexican hands out of this part of town. Sure, he and his friends may built this place, but I'm guessing he would tear it down just as soon" he explained. "So, if you want to live up to your name, maybe you and me can go kick some sense into him. With bullets...."

Starshot Phalen... The man had bothered Starshot for days now. What was he? Insane? Shell shocked? He had seen, of course, some victims of WW2, but his knowledge of clinical psychology was essentially nothing. He had no idea how to deal with the man. One thing was for sure, he didn't think that bringing Phalen on a scounting expedition would be of any use whatsoever. Quite the reverse, probably. The man was dead weigh as it was - but they needed stealth and guile, on this expedition and he would be a liability. Still, it was worth trying one more time. He approached the man again, and tried his best to be patient and kind. Not his strength. "So...Phalen...is it?" he started, not comfortable with this. "....how are you holding up?"

GM Hong Kong Airport "<Not so much>" said Jackie Wu, frowning. He was, however, happier speaking Cantonese. "<As far as I know, they come from Cairo. Most of the information we got from W.E.S.T...agent Sunny Fields. Apparently...>" he consulted his note book. "Reversed polarity anti-crystalline energy weapons with Heisenberg instability decompensators...." He looked up. "<No idea what that means. But the short of it is, dangerous, explosive, and not wanted in Hong Kong. Especially not in the hands of the Hornet>" he added. "<The Hornet, thats one of Dr Sins henchmen. He's making a power play for Dr Sins organisation and its going to be a bloodbath in Hong Kong if we don't stop it somehow....>" He frowned again. "<Although stopping it seems a tall order....I'm going to try drilling one of my contacts for information. Man called Sonny Cho>"

Snakebite Well there was some small comfort in knowing she was the not first, mused Cassie. She wasn't wrong about the greed, but Cassie was damned if she was going to respond to that jibe, even if it was true. In fact, this moon diety seemed to know an awful lot about everything. Which, given she was a diety, was perhaps not surprising. "Sacrifice yourself?" she asked, a little suspiciously. "You would do such a thing? Noble, to be sure. Bold and brave. But why? Is it to reborn, reincarnated? or transformed somehow?" she asked. "Or would this sacrifice lead to your end? Oblivion? That's a heavy price for anyone to pay, especially if they would otherwise live on for eternity" She hardly dared ask these questions...the figure was mesmerisingly beautiful....but she was obstinate when it come to inquisition...

Lament "Then who did?" asked Lament, insistent and desperate. If the elf ran, he doubted he could catch her. "Please, I beseech thee!" he rumbled. "This is children we are talking about, innocent by any measure, full of delight and promise!" And tantrums and tears and all manner of horrors too he added to himself, but kept his thoughts to himself. He was too young to have children. He wasn't sold on the idea at any age, if truth be told. "Please, help me! two dozen children went missing after the children, and I would seek them. They have homes and families to return to. If you know anything, anything at all, please help me!"

GM "I am taking down Blowfish the right way" said Kidd. Extraordinarily, he turned his shotgun and, with the safety off, stared down the barrel of the gun. "Are you down there, Blowfish? How did you crawl down there? Maybe I should flush you out!" he said, fingering the trigger. With a laugh, he pulled the shotgun away from his eye. "Evidence? Dude like Blowfish don't leave evidence just hanging around. Maybe if ya got a degree in law and acounting you could get him for tax evasion, if you could find his accounts" he said, not so happy at the thought. "Maybe if you got one of his lackeys to squeal. But Blowfish is a top dog. He seals himself behind his minions who do the actual dirty work. Although he was a tough nut back in his day" he explained. "You ain't going to put Blowfish away, 'sfar as I can see. On the other hand, you might get to break down this refuge centre. Get some pigs to squeal, maybe how he set up this place. Maybe how he is recruiting. And then theres the other side of things, the immigrant gang who is trying to grind his teeth in a sawmill. This fella called the Wall...as far as I heard, they are just as violent as Blowfish, except they ain't even American..."

For the delay caused by changing costume (super secret ID) and not quite catching up before stuff...(a combination of GM fiat and complictaion, if you will), awarding an HP. Gauss - 4 HP - Unharmed

GM The monorail car pulled away smoothly, and started picking up pace. Too fast for Selena to jump into on foot. But then, she didn't have to go on foot did she? No, for she flew! And flew fast, soon matching speed with the monorail car. But inside, there was some commotion, some screams. The car didn't stop, but she saw glass shattering, with the tinkle of falling glass as it hit the street a few dozen feet below. Whatever happened, it had happened fast, and presumably furiously!

GM Sari was a kindly soul, and was more than happy to help. "<Of course...of course>" he replied. "<But..haha...the nearest town is an hours drive away!>" he said, friendly. <"Hop in, hop in, both of you>" he said, pointing at the truck. It was a medium sized truck, and three passengers would be slightly cramped, but certainly manageable. Sami climbed into the truck himself. Some classical music was playing on the radio station. Grieg, as it happened. It went well with the northern lights. He poured out some hot coffee from his thermos and offered both Synapse and Cubismo some. "<Im on my way to Raja-Jooseppi>" he explained. "<Its the northernmost border checkpoint to Russia, icy and cold!...not the most friendly of places but it works well enough. The nearest town is a bit of a detour, but I can make it...>"

GM The large man breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever strength he had in his body, he did not seem to match with wit or subtelty. "Thats...good....I mean, good for you. I mean...well....happy holidays" he said with a shrug, blabbering about with his words and stumbling over his phrases. "I won't forget what you did that day, kid. You are a good sort. World needs more people like you. And maybe less like me" he said, frowning. "Whatever...." The train pulled up to the next stop with its high tech whirring - there was no question that the Freedom City Monorail was a fantastic piece of engineering. Smooth and silent. "...I'd get away from the Monorail though. Word to the wise...." finished the large man, unsure of whether he should give the heads up, but feeling oblidged to.

Sgt Shark "No sir!" snapped Sgt Shark dutifully. "We will succeed, sir!" he added, trying to make everyone as confident as he was. Confidence was perhaps not strictly true. Committed. Fearless. He had been in plenty of tight spots in the Special Boat Service. True, this mission was full of giant alien squids, but it was a mission like any other. And he had always stayed true to the mission. No time for doubts! Caution, perhaps. That was always prudent. But not doubt. "Ready to drop at your command, sir!" he finished, giving a shark-handed salute.

Lament Neither of us? Well now, she's an astute one! "Did not flee? Ah, so ye ran towards a new, brighter dance, did you?" he reorted. Somehow, he was rather irritated that moonlight on a lake would seem appealing after his own fantastic show. It vexed him. "Well, milady, I am sorry my performance was so meagre a meal!" he said, unable to contain the insult to his art. A meal? well now, I wonder what the food was...he wondered, inspired by his own words. "I wonder what you feasted on? Joy? Delight? The tears of children?" he jibed, trying to provoke a response.

GM Even Jack Jackson couldn't see a way of turning this interview into something exciting or scandalous. "Sure sure...nice to meet you Justice...and remember folks you saw it here first - with Jack Jackson!" he finished up, and wandered off to try and get some better action. "Bor---ing!" he muttered under his breath as he left Justice. It wasn't too soft. Just carefully timed so Justice could just about hear him. "Say" grunted Detective Kidd. "Maybe when the bullets start firing one accidentally hits him between the ears? Whaddya say?" he asked Justice, before closing one eye, aiming his finger at Jackson's skull, and pulling the imaginary finger. "Pow! And the world is a better place!"

Starshot Hunt and live in peace...my kind of folk! Starshot nodded gratefully. So, two of the native species of this planet were joined. But one remiained, chained by the clasps of false gods. "Then it is time to rest, and..even celebrate" he said. For surely they could afford to wait - rushing this would go ill. Not too long...for the Pirates would surely soon enough start to understand what was happening, and develop their own strategy (and a brutal one it might be). But a days rest, sleeping and eating, would go well. "Celebrate not the spilling of blood, but the road towards freedom" he explained. No, he took no joy in death. "And then, we must make to the sky pirates again. To see their city with our own eyes..." Starshot planned to take the small fliers as far as they could go, then travel on foot for the last part of the journey, to scout out the pirates. First part of the war - understand the enemy....

GM The streets of Hong Kong bustled with their usual energy. One could see street vendors, cars, bycicles, pedestrians. Every walk of life from rich to poor, fortunate to misfortunate. And of course, admist all that activity, Hong Kong was in the midst of a power struggle. "Its getting brutal" replied Sonny Cho to Tsunami's question. "Nobody could quite believe it when Dr Sin was arrested. Some people still can't. I'm not sure I do. Dr. Sin had plans within plans within plans. So everybody, right afterwards, was playing cautious..." "Except for the Hornet, his henchman. Alchemist. Inventor. Genius, they say" he nodded to Comrade Frost. "You remember him? He kind of dropped Dr Sin's location. Seems he was a hairs breadth away from betraying the doctor anyway" "He's consolidating his power. But there is resistance. The old guard. You...ah....may be aware of Kong Zi Khan" he said, shuffling his feet and avoiding Tsunami's gaze but the implication was clear. Sonny was not sure how much Tsunami wanted Comrade Frost to know. He cleared his throat. "He's holding back from joining the Hornet. Maybe its loyalty. Maybe its just seeing which way the dice land" he explained. "And your ah....step siblings" he said, bowing to Tsunami respectfully. "Are, as they say...on the other side of the law to yourself..." "In any case, as I understand it, the Hornet has taken delivery of some very powerful weapons developed in Cairo. Which means he is probably going to make his move soon. Either bend the knee to him as Dr. Sin's successor, or get crushed..."