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GM "But he cheated me!" complained Mr. Sting, clearly not happy with being cheated. "Did you never bend a deal your own way?" retorted Abdul. "Come on. You stabbed me. We are in a Jungle a million years ago. Lets get out of here, then we can discuss who did what to who" he said, sternly. Mr. Sting gave him a long hard glare, frustrated at circumstance. "Guess the dice fall that way today, huh...." he conceded. "I'll not shank you today, then..." Abdul, still holding his belly and red stained t shirt looked back at the Dust Devil. "I can...I think...get us through the Mesa. I wish you hadn't crushed the leaf though. It...allows me to see the way much more clearly" he said, rather worried. "I can't be sure I can get us back to the right place, or the right time...."

Right I think the point where it when a little askew is this one, @Cubismo This will take a bit of an edit extravaganza! Cube, perhaps you could edit that post without reference to the question to North, and then I can edit the post afterwards?

GM There was a swirl of murk, the faintest sound of flies, the smell of something ancient, and the wasted figure of Finnigan was there once more. "Astute!" he said, angry that his disguise had been penetrated. There was another whirl of murk around him, and in the blink of an eye, a young woman stood in his place, malnourished, ragged clothes. "Puh-puh-please officer! I am homeless...I need help! This vigilante is trying to clean up the streets..." she sobbed, dropping to her knees. "C-c---can you help me?" she asked the imaginary police officer in front of her. Finnigan, still looking like the homeless youth, gave Justice a defiant eye. "Wouldn't do much for your reputation, would it?" he said, spitefully....

Both very welcome (and still open for offers). Any thoughts on what to do?

GM "Child killer?" blustered the Gas Man. "CHILD KILLER?" he was angry now, to the point of livid. "When did he kill a child, huh?" he demanded, pointing another finger at Justice. He edged, slowly, towards the ladder. Zam! He stopped as the Justice Blaster kicked up a puff of dirt by his feet. "So, that's the way of it is it? Gun in hand again..." grunted a most displeased Gas Man. "So...what's this, a mexican stand off? What you gonna do now, Sherrif?"

GM "...nothing the Doctor's couldn't fix" answered the Gas Man, grumpy and irritated. "I had worse than falling buidlings" He took one final look around the building. "Look. I don't want to fight you. Not again" he concluded, bluntly. "You go your way, I'll go mine, alright? As far as I know, Finnigan is down in the sewer, and that's where I'm going to look. You want to kick up dust up here, that's your business. Good luck to you". He gave a grunt of satisfaction and then circled slowly around Justice, making his way to the ladder...

GM The Gas Man's supsicion apparently matched Justice's. "I had him in my sights!" he said, pointing at his night-vision goggles. "What do you mean, you had him in yours? He can't be in two places at once....can he?" he asked. He was getting nervous now, wringing his hands once more. Sweating. "What's going on? He is some magician? Illusionist? Smoke and mirrors?" he asked, looking aroung carefully before turning his paranoid glare back on Justice. "No...it must be you! Lying to me! He's down there, isn't he?" he demanded, pointing at the sewer beneath them. "You won't keep me from him! Let me through...."

GM The Gas Man looked around warily, slowly. "Its just dust here. What do you mean, he was in front of you....?" he asked suspiciously. "Forgive me if I don't trust you. You shot me in the back last time we met..." he said, slowly, examining Justice carefully. "What exactly do you know? Are you keeping something from me?" he asked. "I had him....I am sure I had him...." he muttered, wringing his hands vexatiously. "He must have slipped past you, somehow...! Amateur!" he said, pointing his finger dramatically at Justice. "Have you ever done this before, hunted a man?"

Snakebite Not the easiest question to answer. "We are friends" she answered, soothingly, in Spanish. She turned around slowly, hands up, to indicate that everything was safe. At least, that she and Neil where safe. "We mean you no harm. Although it seems that something else means you harm. Great harm" she started, wondering if these villagers have had some terrible encounter with the beast. The monster. "I am Cassandra Crow. An explorer. What happened here? A monster, did you say?"

A notice roll please!

GM At the top of the ladder, Justice climbed up once more to the abandoned building. Nothing had changed. The fire was half burnt out but still flickered with dim light and dimmer heat. The masonry was just as crumbling as before, ready to collapse at any moment. Finnigan was nowhere to be seen. Had he developed a sudden burst of speed? gone invisible? as hampered as Rocket Lord had been, she had only been a second or two behind him, far faster than he had appeared to be. But there was someone else there, standing right next to the hole. "Where did he go?" snarled the Gas Man....

GM "I want something better" agreed Finnigan as he went up the stairs. "Who does not? You? Content with just a gun and a bold attitude?" he asked, and seemed interested, even if was bitter. He looked down and saw Justice climbing up behind him with one hand. "Although...It seems your gun is slowing you down..." he noted, something glinting in his eyes. Hope. He had once chance, it seemed, and he took it. Once he reached the top of the ladder, he bolted. He was slow, slower than Justice, but he had a few secopnds lead, and Justice was climbing much more slowly with one hand...

GM Finnigan seemed compliant. He dramatically took off his tall top hat and dropped it, defeated. It hit the sludge of the sewer with gentle splosh, and he hung his head in despair. "It seems then, that you are the master, and I am the slave" he muttered, shuffling slowly back through the sewer tunnel, his voice low. He took the first rung of the ladder that they had descended down, which lead pu to the abandoned building. "It is night, yes? I will at least be spared the horror of my exposing my condition to the world!" he said. The darkness swirled around him and turned him once again into the tall, thin, but ultimately human looking figure he had been. "Sunlight makes my illusion fade. I have some connection to a dimension of shadow and murk that sustains me. But sunlight...alas, I have no cloak of deception there..." he said, sadly. He started up the ladder. "What fate awaits me when the sun rises, I wonder?"

GM Finnigan paused, weighing up his options, his fingers curling around themselves. "...it seems my....options are limited. Such is the way of the gun" he concluded. "Opression!" "I will not spread a plague. My power to infect is simply....a side effect of my condition. Something I can at least control. It is not, as far as I can determine, contagious" he explained, solidly. "So I give you my word, such as it is, and surely you value it not a jot. I will spead no plague....!" "But what good are words when you are the one holding the gun, and I am the one staring at its barrel. You have me, and do with me what you will!"

GM "Oh yes, I am sure I will be totally safe in the hands of the police" said Finnigan, slowly and pointedly, dripping sarcasm. "Zombie man lures children to be thieves...yes, yes. Prison will be a splendid experience too, I am sure. My condition has left me weak and slow, and more than that, full of disease. How did you like shaking my hand last time we met?" he asked, cunningly. "Fevers? Sweats? Maybe you are made of sufficiently stern stuff. But put me in prison, and there will be a plague! Any deaths, on your hands. But then again, maybe you think such punishment is warranted. Maybe you think it is JUSTICE!"

If he fits, Ronin.

Vaguely thinking about a briefish light hearted social thread set at the High Steaks, den of gamblings, steaks, and champagne in Freedom City (owned by Diamondlight, my PC). If anyone has any thoughts or interest, let me know.

GM "Bah! Peace!" muttered Finnigan, playing with his skeletal long fingers once again. "Tell me then! What will you do with me? Hand me over to the police? Throw me into a dungeon? Maybe let the wizards and warlocks of the Parkhurst Hotel dissect me? Perhaps a priest could practice an exorcism with incence and flagellation! Or do you have some torture chamber in your Justice Headquarters...perhaps a cage suspended by iron chains over a bubbling pool of acid populated by mutant two headed sharks?" he demanded. "You may judge my intentions, yes, you may. They are not noble, but who amongst this city is truly noble! It is by action we judge, not intent. What are your actions now, I wonder...noble or not?"

GM This was Finnigan's turf. He knew every nook and cranny of the derilict buildings that littered Trumble street. But, he had counted on being able to see in the dark, and was confident that Justice would not follow. Or, if she did, she would follow blindly (literally in this case). But Justice, today, was not blind. With the night vision goggles she could see him descend into the sewers that were equally abandoned. She could smell the aroma, reminding of her of her previous trip. It seemed these were the veins and arteries that Finnigan used to travel between the abandoned buildings. Who knew, for sure, how far his cobweb spread? Beyond even Trumble street? In any case, as Justice followed him down the ladder she could see Finnigan spin round. "What? Are you still here?" he said, in the pitch black, rather surprised.

Snakebite And thank the fates! Cassie was no stranger to living in the wild, and could manage the basics like lighting a fire and navigating. But food was low, and feet were blistered. And she needed, badly, to have a good wash. She would not want to be down-wind of herself right now, or from Neil come to that. She wondered what dialect these people spoke. Hopefully someone understood Portuguese or Spanish. Maybe even english. But this was the jungle, so it was anybodies guess... She paused for a moment and knelt down to pack her whip and pistol into the backpack. "Keep your pistol out of sight, Neil. We don't want to look anything other than peaceful..." she looked at the Machete by his belt. That was probably ok....machete's were pretty useful to carve through the jungle, and besides...hard to keep concealed. "We come in peace, and so on....last thing we want is a fight!

Standard action: Burst Dazzle! Firing this overhead of the mastermind, so hopefully catching him in it and not too many others! (fortunately not lethal so not too problematic!) Thats an area Dazzle Effect 8 (visual), so Reflex DC 18 to half the effect, then a Reflex 18 or 14 roll to avoid visual dazzle!

Rev "Great catch!" shouted Rev towards Fascimile. "I'd applaud, but I seem to have mislaid an arm!" She gazed down to the stump of her left shoulder. She could feel the arm slithering back to her, in any case... "Yada yada. Sensitive scientific equipment. If its so sensitive, why you flying around like a lunatic? Because its fun! I guess..." she blabbered whimisically, putting her finger to her lips and pondering the golden mans motives. Hey, in someways its no so different to me! Then her rattling rib cage gave her a jolt of pain and she was brought back to the problem at hand. "Time to light this place up!" she yelled, and threw a blindingly hot streak of plasma into the sky, where it exploded like a sun!

GM "We have one thing in common then..." muttered Finnigan, rubbing his hands together, the long thin fingers playing against each other. "I do not want to fight either!" He took a shuffling step back into the darkness. "If need be" he continued from the darkness. "I will move street. I will move city. I even hear Rio is a nice place to live" he said, softly. "But I will be free to persue my agenda. Survival. Life. Sweet Immortality. Yes, even power...." His voice started trailing off. "I see you will not leave me alone here. Thus, I bid you farewell....!" And there was the sound of his shuffling feet, dissapearing into the darkness!

A good point. Any suggestions to polish this up, folks?

Happy to roll with whatever you guys wish from here. Certainly a very interesting position! Ill throw out the option anywhere in this thread for Dust Devil to spend an HP on the inspiration use, and due to the Magic Mesa and his back story, get a particularly souped up answer. That can be narrated however you wish! (such as traversing the desert of infinity via the door of dreams etc etc)