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D'oh! I'm good with that, but I am not sure Rev and V are the best match due to ages and Rev being a sort of Claremonter. Curveball may just be a better idea as they are both in Emerald City (although the PL difference may be an issue). Lament may be an idea too, as he is a bit of a roamer and could easily end up in EC (and is similar PL). I dont have any strong feelings on the matter and happy to go with anybody but thats just my vague musings.

They are currently in a thread together. I am not sure if that makes it easier or harder!

Search: 1d20+7 22 Spooky!

GM "Kill? No, don't be stupid" grunted the Gas Man, taking a few steps closer his SMG not really pointed at Justice, but then again not really pointing away from her either. "I mean, you know, maybe I might have to shoot his kneecaps in self defence. Or I might have to block his face with my fist" he grinned. "Or I might just accidentally drop a grenade under his backside. You know, I mean poetic justice might come around acc - i - dent - all - y" he said, drawing out every word for emphasis. "Look, I don't go around killing people. I just get paid to do a job. I don't want to go down with a murder rap" he explained, as if everything was entirely reasonable, fair, and just.

Ill throw something in if you wish. Well done for GMing.

Snakebite "Easy....easy...." said Cassie, slowly. Better a Machete drawn and not needed, than needed and not drawn...she conceded to herself. Still, sudden moves born from an adrenaline flush where not a great idea either. And even she could feel the palm of her hand, gripping her Tranq pistol tightly, moist with sweat. "Whats that? A vampire?" she asked, not sure herself if it was a serious question or trying to jolly the mood a little. She hadn't ever seen a vampire, but she had heard of them. The dusty tomes of the Crow library had plenty of interesting reading material. Some of it was possibly true. "I'm picking up visions of the past..." she whispered, not sure if it was her own eye or the ring on her finger or - quite probably - both. "Earthquakes and Gods and Rituals...how often they all go together...." she explained. "And now, sacrifice or murder or vampire slaying..." she added, kneeling down to examine the skeleton... And counting its teeth!

Both of you notice the sand moving through Setho as if he is not there. This means you also get a DC 20 Will Save

For the sake of moving things along, going to Fiat Yasser spotting the Scarab, gaining an HP. Let me know if thats ok. Scarab - Unharmed - 4 HP

GM Yasser slapped his head. Or, more precisely, slapped his ears. Why could he not hear anything? "Hello! Helloooo! HELLLLOOOOO!" he yelled at increasing volume as he realised he could not hear a darn thing. Frustrated, he stood up, letting Daka-dust fall between his fingers. His hands crackled with white energy as the last shards fell uselessly to the torn rugs, fully depleted and inert. The sorrow had fermented into fury now, and as it did so he became literally incandescent with rage. He span around the room, frantic, until his eyes came across the Scarab!

GM Setho took a step back, raising reptillian hand to reptilian face, shocked at the sudden burst of sand. But only for a moment. He then took another step back and pulled his hooded robe after his face. "The Dust Devil lives up to his name" he hissed, more malign than before. "Yessss....dust and devil....the name suits you well, does it not?" he hissed again. "Well then, if you and your friend wish to stop me, please try.....!" he hissed, contemptously. "And if you!" he pointed at Mr. Sting. "Wish for the finest poisons in Lemuria, then I will give you them all, and more, if you would aide me!" he shouted. Mr. Sting was crouched in a bull, almost whimpering at the explosion of sand, but at this impossibly incredible offer, he raised his head, his hand covering his eyes. And one could almost feel him salivating at the idea...

Could you both make DC 20 Notice Rolls please!

His notice roll...

Rev "Bold!" shouted Rev, who was actually impressed with "Daria"'s boldness. But confused too - who would be so stupid as to confess a crime (of sorts) in such a casual way? And to do so in front of four superheroes was beyond bold. It screamed straight into "Mad" "I mean, are you Mad?" she shouted, louder, angry at the woman and angry at herself for not understanding what the hell was going on. "Shooting at somebody? Why? Why?" she demanded. She felt her Jets starting to burn. "And why tell us? Because we can't just let you walk off, you know!" she said, as firm as she could, her voice now shouting at full volume. Sheeesh! Its like she is ignoring us!

Starshot No replied Starshot, most happy that he was recognised! Good fortune today! Not yet. And we will not return until we stop the... What would be the term? villains from the sky! he said, dramatically. In his head. They have come to enslave the races of this world. With chains and spears and false religion. Some of them are...controlling the minds and will of the natives. We feel we must free all peoples of this world from their tyranny! He waited for their response. Perhaps, they might have caught wind of the problems....

GM "Justice? Never seen it" grunted the man, until he clocked the meaning of the phrase. "Uh...wait, you mean thats your superhero name? Justice? Well, I've heard worse, that's for sure" he said, not totally displeased with the name. "Well, someone put a bounty out on Finnigan. Some old broad with too much money didn't like her precious daughter getting thieved. So I aim to collect. They call me the Gas Man" he said, with a slight pride. "But I ain't intendin' on splittin the bounty. I got Bills to pay" he said, defiantly. "Besides, that old broad wanted justice with a capital J, if you know what I mean" he said, gritting his teeth.

GM "How? How?" muttered North, recovering from his fear and letting his anger seep in. He was not an angry man by nature, but he had just nearly died, and he was vexed at how exposed they all were. "Mother Board? Whoever she or he is, could have hacked anything we have, I suppose. Or any other agency. Or the Sleepers influence could have exposed us. Uhhh....we are completely exposed and transparent...." he concluded, mournfully. "They must know we are on to them, and are trying to stop them. And the clock is ticking. If we can "Play dead" then we should...." he agreed with Synapse. "....as much as I hate to say it, maybe we should blow up the plane...." he winced at the cost. "At the very least, lets cut of the radio...." "Either that, or we need to get to Moscow as fast as possible....and we seem to be in the middle of a snowy forest in Finland miles from anywhere, so I don't know how fast that will be...."

The Red Rat Lead! They sure are paranoid! Alert! Lead lined walling preventing Superior Soviet Scanning! commented SLAVE, unhelpfully although lamentably accurately. Her X Ray vision was effectively useless. Still, she thought, the mere fact that they had taken such precautions was interesting and telling. Something, surely, was up! More usefully, Infrared scanning did make out some blurred heat signatures of people working. She ignored the almost predictable activities of one of the offices (with two people engaging in what looked like carnal activiities). The interesting stuff, as far as she could see, was the corner office with three heat signatures, arguing something or another. They looked important. ++Akhona, heads up...I'm getting imaging of three people arguing in the corner office in front of me....can you pick anything up?++ "Venomax, I think we should try the office in front of us..." she whispered carefully to Venomax. It was a calculated gamble, but in her mind everything was a calculated gamble right now.

I have a busy week this week so wont kick off anything for the next few days. Feel free to have a few posts chit chatting IC. Broadly speaking, I think Dreadnought is best equipped to monitor the wild cannon of Morgen, and I am happy to have a think about that. Might not be the best choice to invite Forever Boy? Frost or Voin or Murk I guess. Would be interesting for me to see how one of you guys approach and discuss! As for the HK mess, anyone but Voin - not because I have anything against Tiff, its just the Scarab is dealing with an arms dealer in Cairo, and might end up following the trail to Hong Kong where the Hornet is keen to get in on the action! Thoughts?

GM The man stepped into a crack of light. It was not easy to see him, but Justice could make out he was a tall, broad man, with a grizzled look. He had a beard and short hair flecked with a little grey. He was wearing IR goggles and wearing paramilitary gear, with a SMG at his side and what looked like a bandolier of grenades. Probably had some other equipment, too, by the looks of him, but it was too dark to tell. He fingered his gun carefully, but didn't look like he was going to shoot. Shoot back, maybe. Quite probably, in fact. "Whose asking....?" he grumbled, dirty and deep voice. He waved his gun broadly at the two thieves. "Looks like these scum are with Finnigan if you ask me...." "Two guns in one day? This is some luck...." sighed the orange haired thief, despondently.

GM The mighty telekenetic prowess of Synapse held the plane in the air, impossibly, against all laws of physics. Synapse, Replica, and North could hear the fuselage grinding under the opposing foprces of gravity, momentum, and psychic power. But...it held! "I'm glad you're here...." whispered an almost petrfied Doctor Norris North, his face just as white as the snow that lay below them. Metal creaking and grinding, that same snow was excellent bedding for the 747, and it landed - apparently with little damage - softly on the snow, with the forests and icy rivers around them. If it were not for the empty fuel tanks, it could probably even still fly! "Youve saved WEST a couple of million pounds, and its directors life...." said a grateful Dr North to both Replica and Synapse, exhaling slowly. He wiped his brow. "Although we aren't out of the woods yet. Literally and figuritavely" he added. "What happened?"

GM Setho paused, taking another step down from the central throne. "Will you? Yesss....yesss....I believe you will. Or at leasssst, you will try...." he hissed, softly. "And I ssseeee you believe you have some...authority...given to you to make ssssuch judgement. I wonder....are you so certain? are you so ssssure of the will of the mesa? Are you sssso sure it even has a will?" He was silent, still, reptillian eyes fixed on the dust devil. "Who is to say it is not the fate of the mesa to open eyes and grow leaves? Who is to say that one way is forbidden, and the other fair? Thissss place is a place of doorways, is it not? And doorways should be open, not closed!" he finished, firmly. "I sssseee that you will oppose my will with yours, whatever I sssay, but when you do, remember.....it is certainty, not doubt, that is the road to the ruin of civilisation, asssss it was with ancient Lemuria!"

How does the extra effort play out in your head-understanding of Synapse, Thevshi? The rules look slighty fuzzy on this so its up to you - long enough to fly the plane to Moscow? To crash it safely? or to pilot to some air field nearby?

Snakebite "Wait!" snapped Cassie, soft but firm and sharp - her hand reaching out across Neil to block him from proceeding. "There is something down there...." she explained, slowly pulling out her Tranq-gun. "A snake, maybe..." Maybe something quite different from a snake, too. Although she did not say that aloud. "Be careful. Its not just the architecture we should be wary of...." she added, although as Neil had said, they should indeed by wary of the architecture. This place was ancient, and she didn't want to get caught in a landslide. "Lets stake a rope here" she added, caution - at least transiently - overcoming her eagerness. "Make sure we have something leading us back to the surface...." if they could tie it around a tree or a relatively stable part of masonry, then take the other end with them, at least they had a better chance of crawling out...

Starshot Starshot had no intention of frightening the Ul-Mor with the flier. They would think it comandeered by pirates, or some wrathful God, most likely. Instead, as soon as he caught sight of the Ul-Mor, he landed the Flier on the sands. "Loreen, stay here. Come get us if it gets ugly" he commanded. He didn't think it would turn ugly. But he would rather have the Flier swoop dramatically in if it did. He slung his plasma rifle over his shoulder and took Laark outside onto the dunes. They had trudged so many miles in worn boots through the desert it was almost second nature now. Weapons clearly slung, with nothing pointed to the Ul-Mor, Starshot and Laark advanced towards the oasis hands open, as peaceful a pose as they coud strike. He had no idea if the Ul-Mor would know him. Where these the same ones? Did they have some gestalt - mind? Impossible to say...but he did indicate his forehead as an invitation to commune...

GM "Sure sure...just don't shoot!" There followed a windy and at some times dangerous little walk through Trumble street, where every step held the promise of collapsed buildings. It was hard to see any building which was not condemned in some way or another. Not that that stopped the poor and dispossed living there, however transiently. And the last part of the trip? Yes, a sewer. If the stench was bad before, this was an olfactory assault that disintegrated memory of previous discomforts. And it was dark too, the sewer on lit by intermittent cracks leading to the grey skies above. But whilst it was hard to see, the abandoned sewer was plenty easy to hear in. The echoes resounded well. And, in front of them, Justice (and her two new freinds) could hear the crunching of footsteps and the scuttling of rats. "Who goes there?" came a deep man's voice from the darkness ahead. "Uh...that's not Finnigan!" whispered the two young women.