Supercape

Cheers! You hear his mumblings!

OK @Exaccus @Tiffany Korta@Avenger Assembled we are at the end (or nearly), so if anybody wants to make some final social posts or points, please do! As it stands, Murk will be keeping an eye on Morgen with Dreadnought, the Hornet will ostensibly take over Hong Kongs underground (much to Sonny Cho's unease), the Duplicate Duke will legal his way out of trouble, and Dr Sin - apparently - is going to be incarcerated (in UK? - in USA? Anyone any thoughts?) Of course there are hidden plans I may use later! And on that note, does anybody have any thoughts, ideas, or follow up musings? Tsunami will likely sign the Codus, and I think Rocket Lords Forever Boy is interested. One idea I vaguely have is a Hong Kong thread called "Gods and Insects" which may or may not need immortals but follows up on the fallout of the Hornet and Dr Sin, and may tie in with other threads going on elsewhere involving gun running Daka-powered weapons....!

Not really necessary; the pilot is PL 1 at best and armed with a tiny pistol, so you can effectively feel free to narrate your action. Synpase could even beat him hand to hand, frankly! However, your action may need a roll if its not a direct combat thing. However, Synapse and Replica are of course in a time sensitive pickle!

Initiative rolls please! Note the environment is dim light, so everyone gets partial concealment unless you have a super sense to counter that. EDIT: Giant Snakes [4] Initiative: 1d20+3 9 Mr. Sting Initiative: 1d20+7 12 Abdul is delaying until initiative 1 (to see what happens)

GM "Blind you are" laughed Abdul, quite haughty in manner. "Time is not a straight line. Not here. It neither straight, nor even a line" he proclaimed, quite confident with the visions the leaf had shown him. One might think his eyes rather glazed and his mind rather frazzled, but perhaps he did have some twisted insight into the place. "The snake is here. And he has seen you coming!" There was a hissing sound. A slithering sound. From the four sides of the cavern, the glint of reptillian eyes. The flicking of forked tongues. And then, into the dim view, came four gargantuan snakes! Twenty feet long, ancient, extinct, but it appeared still very much here. "What a feast! a feast!" whispered Mr. Sting, quite entranced with the venom that dripped from fangs...

Snakebite Perhaps not a Goddess, then. But perhaps not that far away from one, either! In any case, this was dangerous, exciting, fascinating. "Well met then" she replied boldly. "Touched by moonlight. That might be a bane or a blessing, or mayhap both" she mentioned, studying the woman who might, she realised, have quite lost her mind over the years. "Do I take it you have been...imprisoned here? Chained by means material, divine, or arcane? be it by foul design or lamentable fortune?" she asked, not moving either towards or away from the priestess.

OOC for this

GM Emerald City, Bethlehem Heights, Nov 1st It so happened that Halloween had been the night before, and trick - or - treating had been treatin' and a trickin' half the night and longer. And in the midst of such festivity, it appeared that many pockets had been picked, many wallets gone missing, and many valuables gone astray. Yes, it appeared that in this poor area of the city, everyone and their uncle twice removed had been a victim of some no-good theivin! This included a certain Marjory Doors, administrator at the university, who complained in most bitter tones to all and sunry about the loss of her mothers wedding ring that she had around her neck until last night. And it so happened that one of those persons she complained to was a Ms. Robin Lunne Langley. "Oh, what I would give for some Justice around this city!" she lamented! Maybe Ms. Robin Lunne Langley was just the right person to speak to, if one wanted Justice!

GM North, for his part, awoke from his half sleep in a state of quite reasonable anxiety. He looked at Replica and Synapse hurridly. "Its been a while since I flew a plane...." he gulped. As it happened, he was an amateur pilot (a skill picked up decades before when working in hard to reach areas coordinating medical emergency care). But... "A very long while..." he emphasised. "But that doesn't look good. Quite the reverse, in fact!" And yet worse was to come. As Synpase and Replica burst into the pilot's area of the WEST area, they saw the pilot knocked out. The co-pilot, holding a concealed small pistol, was busy ejecting the fuel tanks. He looked up as the two heroes entered. "The Sleeper never sleeps" he muttered, giving them an essentially pre-recorded gloating speech. And the sky lit up with a trial of partially ejected fuel. A stream of fire through the skies...

GM Abdul was tearing down the darkness like he was born to it. Mr Sting, a little less so, although he seemed as comfortable as any man in the darkness. He was living right next to a tunnel leading into the Mesa. That did strange things to a man's mind, for better and for worse. Although it Mr. Stings unkempt and insane case, it was probably largely for the worse. The tunnel bent and twisted, and like everything around here, in more than four dimensions. But it was less twisted than one might fear, and less bent than one might anticipate. They ended up in a large cavern, dimly lit by diffuse grey light. In the middle a throne of stone, around them carvings and engravings from forgotten times, full of snakes and ancient mad Gods.... "Here he is!" said Abdul triumphently, although no-one was there to be seen...

Starshot "Good thinking" noted Starshot, impressed with Laark's tactical acumen. "It will also stop them using the base again". So, it seemed the plan was set. Starshot, Laark, and Loreen sent about - with good pace - stripping the base of anything they could reasonably use. Medical supplies, rations, energy cells, tools being the priority. Then, once stripped of what they could, it was time to detonate the place. If possible, to make it look like an accident. As Laark noted, even if they did spot it was deliberate, it would slow them down. After detonation, it was time to go look for the Ul-Mor once more. And, as Soreen noted, this time they were not stumbling around on foot!

Echohead... "Wuh-wuh-well that could have gone buh-better!" said Echohead, wiping sweat from his brow, his brain fuzzy with having absorbed something very strange indeed from Echohead. He felt he needed to sit down. And so he sat down. He thought he might need to lie down. For a week. But it was hardly the time to do so. "Blackstar is up to something" he said, worried. "This was the point of the spear. And whilst it may have shattered, the hand behind it is surely still strong and furious" "My name is Echohead, for those who do not know it" he said, by way of belated introduction. "I work with AEGIS. Pleased to meet you all!"

Rev Rev looked at Chromium for a moment. Something about him was awfully familiar...but right now, she had other things on her mind. "Murder ain't cool!" she said, rather redundantly. "Of course, we are all here to help! We can't have high speed races leading to death!" she said, with a grin. Of course, risk and adrenaline were part of the deal, but that deal didn't include getting shot at. If nothing else, it wasn't fair play! "Maybe the shooter is still here...if so, we have some questions to ask him...or her!"

Lets put those cybernetic eyes (and all those PP plowed into supersenses!) to some use. Seeing if X Ray vision (or, if applicable, IR vision or the remotely possible UV vision) picks up anything. I guess thats a search roll, taking 10 to get a 21 result.

The Red Rat "Eight choices...." whispered the Rat to Venomax. "And not a lot to choose from...." She imagined the key cards they had would open the doors. Not a certain thing, but likely. But the cards only had a few "charges", and wild experimentation was a gamble at best. ++Anokha...you picking up anything in the Ratcopter? Any chatter that might help? Fifth floor has eight sealed off rooms...and we don't know which one to pick....++ Not yet, anyway. She activated her green tinged cybernetic eyes. X-Ray vision, Infrared. Perhaps something would show up behind those mysterious doors! That is, unless they were lead-lined, which, knowing this corperation, was surely a possibility!

Snakebite The beast. A myth born of lunar eclipse, perhaps... ...but perhaps a beast of flesh and bone, or eldritch sinew! And then, it seemed a moon Goddess appeared in front of them! And a question. What did bring them here? A number of reasons, not all as noble as she would like. "Exploration" she answered back, trying to be cool, yet not quite succeeding. This was a complicated situation, to say the least. "We wish to understand the...past?" she stammered slightly. Time seemed rather less than straightforward right now. "And who are you?" she added, trying to rebalance the state of affairs.

GM "Glass?" spluttered Mr. Sting. "Ain't no time to be talking about glass. Abdul here is a snitch, a toerag. I got business to attend to. And by business, I mean gutting him and lettin' him boil in my own special juice!" said Mr. Sting, his face a grin of pleasure and a contortion of anger at the same time. "Ill take you all to the Snake then! Woe betide you all!" said Abdul, melodramatically. He turned from smoke into flesh again, and proceeded to run - with fair athlectisism, down the tunnel. Mr. Sting paused a moment. "I don't like whats down there...but I ain't got no choice! its a matter of honour!" he declared, and so determined, he gripped his poison knife and ran after Abdul into the near darkness...

Im not sure if it needs a check! Both Replica and Synapse are smart enough to realise the situation is serious, but the Plane could be landed. Landed safely is a more difficult feat!

GM Yasser gave a big yawn, and one could almost see the shiny sparks of power that leapt between his teeth. He looked more bored than tired, and there was a growing restlessness in him. After all, with all that power - what would one do? From what the Scarab had heard about Yasser, he was cold and callous, full of greed, of self importance. He needed to let people know he was the boss, and would jump at anything that would increase his own power. A victim of vanity. Although fortune had lamentable smiled on him. He clenched his fists once, twice, and stood up, still apparently unaware of his deafness. He was too preoccupied to notice the difference between complete silence and near silence. He walked to the door of the lounge, unaware of the Scarab, and started walking down to the basement...

GM Cassie's eyes snapped back to the present in time with the sickening crack she heard. She could only imagine it was the sound of bones splintering. "Sacrifice. It must be" she muttered, mainly to herself, looking around the observatory trying to fuse the past and the present. To orientate herself. "They --- the natives --- I think they were trying to ward off some ghost or spirit. With blood and flesh and bones, sacrificed to some God..." It was speculation, of course. And probably not entirely accurate. But...it was something along those lines. "A protective spirit, perhaps. Except it ceased to be a protector and became a hunter. Or something like that..." She moved up to the Altar, examining it closely...

Fine by me

GM And so... Once more, North and Replica where on the WEST jet, flying across northern Europe towards Moscow. Somewhere, at this point, over Helsinki. The Jet was fast and sleek, and it would only be another hour or so until they reached Moscow. North was having - or at least trying to have - a little mid-air nap, but clearly the worries of the day were laying heavy on his shoulders and despite the comfort of the Jet it was a fitful sleep at best. Whatever sleep he or Synapse might, or might not be having was soon to come to a mid-air halt. The plane veered to one side and a loud explosion could be heard. One wing was on fire!

Using Postcognition to a/ see where the moonlight would strike through the ceiling b/ see if the history of the bones (or who they belonged to) can be elucidated!

Snakebite Wordlessly, Cassie knelt down to examine the bones. First thing, she thought, was to work out if they were human. They might be animal. They might be... Well, the Lemurian empire, ancient as it was, walked these lands countless years ago. And whilst it had collapsed, the Lemurian's were forgotten but not gone. "They might well be. Human sacrifice, perhaps?" she mused, looking up at the apetrure in the roof. She wished now she had come here at night - one could only imagine the moonlight streaming through in the temple of the moon. Where would the moonlight shine? And what times of the month? Perhaps...a little glimpse of the past might be helpful? Her eyes glazed over as her mind streamed back through time...

Red Rat Picking up on Akhona's communication signal was easy enough for SLAVE, and fortunately SLAVE was being helpful - or at least non-obstructive. It seemed the Soviet computer in her head was running smoothly; perhaps because it seemed they were fighting Capatilist corruption. ++Interesting! Dr Tomas Rojero...we best keep a look out for him, or his reasearch...And even if there are two targets, that's a darn sight better than the whole building. I agree, anything sealed under that kind of shielding is going to be the target, or at least very likely to be...++ Of course, in the world of spycraft, be it political or corperate, it was always possible that false targets were put up, and the real target was in plain sight. But thinking too much like that was madness; one just had to keep an open mind. "Venom, lets try the fifth floor first" she whispered to the man himself. "Probably more exposed than the sub-basement. And keep your eyes peeled!"