Supercape

Snakebite "A good choice of words" replied Cassie, rather white herself. She had been around long enough to know that there was magic and occult forces pumping through the ether of the world. But ghosts was something new. "I think I just have..." She let the words sink in. For both herself and Neil. Must be the ring. However, the Ghosts seemed harmless. Not that seeming harmless and being harmless were one and the same. But as far as she can tell, she was seeing echoes of the past. "Shades, ghosts, spirits. Its like I am catching glimpses of the past" she explained, although in truth it was a mystery still. "Lets see if we can get to the observatory. If we need too, we will climb!" she said, boldly. "Which only makes me more interested in this temple. I think it is more than rocks and stones" she said, determined.

In case it is relevant re: earthquakes and local geography. Kn Earth Sciences: 1d20+7 16

Snakebite Human Sacrifice...lets hope that dosen't mean us! having studied history and religious practice around the world (and especially South America) she was familiar enough with the pattern of religion and how it splintered and transformed with shifting cultures. Themes emerged as she went through the artifacts. She was rather interested (professionally) in the concoction of drugs used - again, a common enough theme for ritualistic (and often voluntary) human sacrifice. She wondered exactly what was in that concoction - some plants had a touch of eldritch about them, for certain. "Earthquakes make for a sorry bedfellow" replied Cassie, studying the map. "And the further down we are, the more dangerous they become" she reasoned (perhaps incorrectly!). "Let us start at the top and work down. The observatory first!"

Mr Murk Mr. Murk considered the words of Dreadnought, Voin, and Frost carefully. "I am not the master of the Codus, more its book-keeper" he said, dutifully. "I suppose that, as Morgen for certain, and the Duke, mayhap, are immortal then the offer to sign should be brought to them. Although, as you say, Morgen is unlikely to be bound by any code or law..." "I do not think this makes her dangerous, more...unpredictable. A loose cannon. I shall keep my eyes, such as they are, on her" he said with his inhuman smile. "And not these blind ones" he added, for clarity. "The Duke, I think, is ultimately self - interested. Not cruel or sadistic. Far worse than he have signed the Codus, and he is a man of talent. My only concern is whether he would help another in need. Mayhap, if he signs..." He turned his attention back to Dr Sin. "We shall, of course, have to ensure that Dr Sin is not subject to inhuman torment. I shall see what I can do in this regard. I do not doubt that the law would prevent such torment, but on the other hand, individuals can bend and break laws. In any case, he is playing some scheme, I have no doubt. I will do what I can to find it out, but..." He shrugged, almost embarressed. "There are limits to my powers and influence. My apologies...." Continued (much later) in...

Taking 10 on Kn: History this time for 25 (if relevant!)

Snakebite 'Twas not a refreshing sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless. The voices...hallucinations? magic? ghosts? Whatever it was, something was so very very spooky! Taking advantage of the hours of dawn, with Neil asleep, Cassie decided on three things. Tea. Looking at the artifacts. Reading Neils Journal. Not necessarily in that order, of course, and yet she decided that tea was the first order of business. For with tea, the terrible seemed less terrible and the miserable less miserable. It was a fine start to the day on any day, and she needed all the fine she could right now. Especially with that darned ring on her finger. Beyonce was not, she thought, singing about this type of ring. So armed with beverage, she set to work reading and examining....

Echohead Spending 10 PP on new power Super Senses 10 (Analytical, Accurate, Acute, Extended 1 [x10], Ranged, Radius, Detect Minds [3]) [10 PP] "Detect Brains" Reverberated - TA

GM Smokey snapped, his orange sunglasses flaring with an orange light. "Yeah, idiot! I am going somewhere away from here! I got places to burn!" he yelled back. From his jacket, he pulled out a small orange gun of unusual design. "You got your mad woman villain, now you just harrasin me!" he said, leaning out of the suspended buggy and firing his gun at Queenie. A mighty red hot fireball flew through the air. you could almost feel the air around it sizzle. Queenie was fast enough to duck, and the fireball flew over her head to crash into a nearby gnarled bush that promptly burst into flame!

In repsonse to being hoisted, Smokey is going pull out his fire-pistol and ZAP! (well, a fire zap) Fire zap: 1d20+10 16 which misses. Meaning, I think, we are back into conflict mode! Initiative Rolls please! : 3#1d20 13 12 7 with bonuses means Greenfingers goes on 19, Smokeys Bandits on 13, and Smoket on 16

GM "An earthquake" replied Cassie, neutrally. "....that is bad timing. Too bad timing for me to casually put it down to coincidence. It might be just bad luck, but..." "I dreamed of the past, of calamity and ruin and earthquakes. Maybe just a dream, but...but I think there is more to this" she said, firmly. Perhaps Neil would put it just down to superstition, perhaps not. Irrespective, she wanted another look at the temple. If possible. "Its a good haul, I know. But I can't walk away. Not quite yet" she said. If nothing else, I want to see if my dreams of the past match up with the present!

Rev "No problem! Its a beautiful car, I would hate to see it banged up any more!" said Rev, walking over and lifting the car comfortably over her head. "Don't ask" she said to the onlookers, as she walked it off to the side of the road out of harms way. As she did the heavy lifting she continued talking. "If something came at you...why? what? who?...." she babbled, before clamping down on her mouth and talking more coherently. "I mean...this race isn't safe if someones trying to sabotage it. High speed collisions can get ugly" she said, remembering her own terrible crash. "Who would want you out of the race? and why?"

Snakebite "Thats good, but...I don't think we should head back to electricity and McFries just yet" answered Snakebite. "Something happened here, and I need to know what it was" Besides which, she had a ring apparently welded to her finger. She could hardly ignore that. She pulled at it almost absent-mindedly, with the vague hope it might somehow fall off. "Lets wait till daybreak and then explore the temple more. See what we can dig out. That is..if you are up to it?" she asked, a slight llight hearted jibe to propel Neil into action.

Mr. Murk "I think it will be" said Mr. Murk, with a fair degree of certainty. The future was hardly clear, and yet he caught glimpses and fogged views of it. And, by his estimation, Tsunami's balance was good at worst, admirable most likely. "The first rule also, however, applies to inaction. The Codus requires us to use reasonable effort to prevent another Immortal's death. Now, this does not mean exposing oneself to risk, or the such like. What it does mean, however, is that we try to avoid such deaths. A case in point would be not to hand over an immortal to a country or organisation that would, in all likelihood, inflict capital punishment..." "How does this sit with you? For my part, I would not support any capital punishment, but there are those that consider it appropriate for vile crime...." "The principle here is that with infinite years comes infinite opportunity to repent"

GM "No...no I don't" replied Greenfingers, slowly and full of sour mood. "What are you arresting me for?" demanded Smokey, indignant. "I didn't do nothing. Except....maybe resisting arrest! Well, I ain't going to not get no arrested for not doing no nothing!" he protested, mangling his multiple negatives in a vague attempt to bamboozle the heroes as to what he was actually saying. More importantly, with a burst of remarkable speed and agility, he did a legs first leap into the vehicle he and his bandit friends had come in. "See you later, folks!" And he ignited the engine...ready to make a getaway!

Snakebite "If we are here for the night, I guess I can put my boots up..." replied Snakebite, putting her boots up and glad for a chance for a breather. She felt the sweat from her dream, cold on her skin. The ring was a problem. But not one, it seemed, she could solve right now. "I guess we go look at that temple again. Or what's left of it. Once its light" she said, having no wish to rummage around in the dark, irrespective of her own visual acuity at night (Which was excellent), other people stumbling around was not her idea of fun. "Whats our provisions and supplies looking like?" she asked. Water always first on her mind, but food was important too. And besides, this kind of expedition might need pickaxes, ropes, flashlights, and all sorts of caving equipment. Not to mention the normal tools of the archeologist.

GM "Ain't seen no leaf like that before" said Mr. Sting. He kept his knife in his hand and advanced towards the Dust Devil and the still-smokey Abdul. "I ain't no botanist either. And It ain't really my business about who smokes what or gets high on whatever. 'Sfar as as I can tell, everybody can do what the hell they damn please" He grinned the grin of an anarchist. Which was, evidently, precisely what he was. "That is, unless they get in my way. Sounds like Abdul here, he gettin' in my way...." he said menacingly. "You gonna find yourself eating or drinking something one day, boy, and then its gonna feel like a little twang in your belly first. Then you gonna be lettin' loose your insides, one end or another. And then both. Then, yer gonna find yerself drowning in yer own blood. And I'll make sure it ain't quick, and it ain't pretty...."

Starshot The Ul-Mor! "Good idea" replied Shatshot, brightening. "Not easy" he added. "But it is worthwhile..." "In any case, we need to abandon this base. As you say, its only a matter of time before they notice it has fallen, and then try to retake it. Or worse, just bombard it. I don't think we can risk using it is our base. We need to strip what we can into the flyer, including the G-bikes, and relocate" he said. As far as he could see, there was no option here. True, it was not urgent, but it could be mere hours before a counter attack was launched, and it would not be one they would survive. Or, given it was in the middle of the desert, one they could flee. "I suggest we rebase in the forest, or at least next to it. With our victorious freinds. Then, we should see about making contact with our Ul-Mor freinds. See if they will help!"

GM "Old man? Im fourty!" protested Mr. Sting. This might be true. Mr. Sting looked like he was fifty. But he had a wiry, weathered appearance that could be due to sun and dust rather than age. Whatever the case, whilst small and thin he had a fast, wiry strength to him, it seemed. "I didn't sell Abdul no leaf. I don't deal in leaves. Not unless they got poison in 'em, and as far as I know, no damn leaf got any poison in 'em - at least, not any poison worth talking about" he protested. "Toads, snakes, insects. Maybe even a jellyfish. That's where the real juice lies!" he says, eyes glinting when discussing his specialist topic. "Thats what he would say!" hissed Abdul, still smoke, into the Dust-Devil's ear. "Look at him...does he sound right in the head?" "Abdul...you lying pig!" grunted Mr. Sting. "I'm going to slice you open and make you squeal...." Mr. Sting was angry now, drawing out a small knife from his belt, not much more than a table knife really. It did, however, look like it was coated with something very unpleasant. And toxic...

GM If one had ultrasonic hearing, surely one would notice the thrum and hum of disruptive subsonic virbations thrumming and humming through the air! But it appeared Yasser Sanu was still a man, and not a dog. A man infused with Daka-power, of course. But whilst he was crackling with energy, and most probably had a number of Daka-powers, they apparently did not extend to ultrasonic hearing. He was blissfully aware of the Scarab's silent blasts of sonic energy, and - given the "relaxation" chamber was quiet anyway - was also apparently blissfully unaware of his new (albeit temporary) deafness! The Scarab's blasts had done their job!

Snakebite "A little wan" replied Cassie, honestly. She was drinking as much as she could; she well knew the dangers of dehydration, especially in this climate. She was feeling more than a little wan, truth be known. But...positive mental attitude! "For starters, my memory seems shot" she said. "I remember going in to the temple, Raymilla, the Cuespac who built it, and the moon to whom it was dedicated. After that...well...its a mixture of grey and black" she admitted. She omitted mentioning the ring. For now. "Mind filling in some of the blanks whilst I drink my own bodyweight?" she asked, politely, still chugging away.

Diamondlight 12 PP on Powers Environmental Control 5 (Bright Light, 100' Radius, Feats: Precise, Flaws: Touch Range [-1]) "Emit Light" [6 PP] Teleport 5 (500' a move action, Feats: Change Velocity, Flaws: Short Range Only) "Light Flash" [6 PP] Illuminated - TA

GM "Ah may have told Mr. Abdul here about the Mesa" admitted Mr. Sting, cautious and on the alert. He was sweating, and it clogged his thinning hair to his damp brow. Then again, by the looks of it, Mr. Sting was always sweating. It was hot here, even in the tunnel. "He looked like a mighty fine gentleman, if you so please. And he paid me, too!" he added, getting to the heart of the explanation. Now that the danger was ramping up, he had changed his tone from contemptuous to corteous in a mercurial moment. Abdul whispered softly, his voice and breath smoke, directly to the Dust Devil. "Here is a snake...a low life murderer. A master of poisons and venoms, except every poison is also an medicine. Its all a matter of doses!" he said quietly.

Red Rat has a built in radio communicator in her head!

GM North was impressed. "That is excellent work!" he concluded, offering Synapse a seat to sit down on, and a cup of tea (of which he was most fond). "I shall alert the relevant authorities and intelligence agencies...of course" he started, before considering the matter a little bit futher. "But this is dangerous, and time is of the essence. Between the Sleeper, who can apparently inflictrate anywhere, and Mother Board, who appears able to hack the world with ease, it is unlikely that we can keep this information secret long. I can only imagine the FBI is comprimised" he started. "Our cyber-defence systems are the best in the world, I can assure you!" started one of the suits in the room. "Yes, and I doubt that will be good enough" replied North, a little more curtly than he had anticipated. "Mother Board, whoever she - or he - is, is on another level to what you have dealt with before..." He turned back to Synapse and Cubismo. "Which means time is of the essence. And any delay means they may have time to clear out our one and only lead!"

So noted, technically that fatigues Synapse, but I doubt it will be pertinent as there is time enough to rest.