Supercape

Time for a diplomacy roll!

GM "Hmmm....sounds like that satanists girlfriend. Damn perverted, if you ask me, wearin blue hair like that. Ain't proper" sniffed the older man. "She didn't seem as bad as that Skull fella, but she didn't seem much good, not niether" he commented. He took a more suspicious tone now. "And exactly what business would ya be havin with her? Yer a young fella, driving a motorcycle. Looks like ya got more muscles than brains" he said, holding onto his baseball bat just a bit tighter now. "What exactly is she to you?"

GM Both men stood up. There nerve was not gone, but neither was it solid. After all, pride was an antidote to fear. One could hardly discard it so friviously. "Well you got good and bold, son" said the first, older man. He was not aggressive, yet. But he had a certain firmness of conviction. "This here is a sacred place, son. We have been having some problems with kids, you see. Now, maybe you are a regular citizen, all respectful. And maybe you ain't. So, me and Jim here..." he pointed at Jim, who nodded silently in agreement "we got a duty, ya see. We don't want no trouble. Not round here. This was a decent enough place, a month ago, till some satanist used Peaceful Repose in some goddamn publicity stunt. Now, we got to send out a clear message. No more messin' with this here community..."

GM The two Cherrybomb! Lollipops were snatched up by the invisible Pixie. They promptly dissapeared, engulfed by her invisibility. "Yummy!" said the air. "Whatcha doin' here, stranger?" said the older man to Fax, who was moderately intoxicated and moderately fat, and had a baseball bat of moderate size. "We don't wan't no loiterin', see. Best ya just move on. No place to stop, round here...."

GM The attendant dutifully handed over two Cherrybomb! lollipops, almost reluctantly, for the one in his mouth was almost sucked dry, and running out of Cherrybomb! lollipops would most assuredly not do. "Those guys? Huh, they just got their pants in a twist or something. Some metal head came down last month and recorded a song right outside the graveyard. Now, I ain't exactly a religious man, beg your pardon. But I still believe, in my own way. And this dude was singing some real disrespectful stuff, no matter what almighty lord you believe in, or even if you don't beleive in the almighty at all" he said, seriously. "So people got riled up. Didn't help much when is fans started comin' down to see the place and follow in his footsteps, you see? So some of the locals, with nothin' else to do, started up a militia. Next dude acts all disrepectful prob'ly going get his head cracked open with a baseball bat..." he sighed.

GM "A Cherrybomb! Lollipop?" asked Pixie, keenly. Cherrybomb! Lollipops were sugars and chemicals and tasted awful and great at the same time. The man at the Gas station came out and gave Fax a once over, hands in his jeans and chewing, yes, a Cherrybomb! lollipop. He must have been in his early twenties and fairly well blessed with acne. "Evenin'" he drawled. "Nice bike ya got there. Need a hand with the Gas?" he asked pleasantly, giving the two men over the other side of the street (by the Graveyard) a scowl. "Watch you step with those grumpy old men, partner. They got nothin' to do but pretend they doin' something important..."

ok! an IC post of that drama would be great. +1 HP for Lady H pulling Wadjet Out +1 HP for the Gun going off - I think its pretty hard to burn a steel smelting factory down but we can have some sprinklers going off, a Damage 3 effect on Wadjet Lady Horus from the explosion (And blobs of molten metal) and all sorts of tomfoolery The metal does hit the scuttlebots, but they are immune to heat! Round 2 32 Lady H - Unharmed - 3 HP 24 Wadjet - Unharmed (NB: Flat footed / Climbing) 5 Scuttle Bots [6]

GM And so.... Pleasant Repose was, as Pixie said, just north of Wharton forest, and somehow managed to be green and dusty at the same time. It was sparsely populated, not quite a suburb of Freedom CIty, but not quite a town in its own right. It couldn't really decide what it was. A few residences, a few shops, a graveyard, a gas station, and a boarded up beauty Salon that looked like it hadn't seen a ghost let a lone a living person in years, and was ready to fall down at any moment. Pixie was invisible, and riding on the back of Fax's bike. "What a dump!" she summised, and quite accurately too... The graveyard itself was fairly peaceful, however. A couple of middle aged men sat chewing gum and looking mean outside, with tins of cheep beer to keep them company.

Thats cool by me, but two thoughts: 1. I dont think the feature is necessary (that kind of minor stunt I think is just part of the electricity descriptor) 2. The Snare seems odd. It feels more like "Id like a snare" than "this is a regular use of electricity?"

Echohead Echohead dutifuly put up his hands. "Calm down, freind. I'm not going anywhere. Not moving a muscle!" he said, quite calmly. He hoped the Impervium weave suit worked as well in the field as it did in testing and training. Did this man recognise him? "Do I know you? I mean, I dont even know what I'm doing half the time, and know where I am supposed to be even less" he said, whimsical. "And I certainly don't want anyone dying. Or even hurt. Not if I can help it!" he said, trying to keep his calmness in his voice.

GM Pixie contemplated the matter and then reached over and put her wooly hat on, tight over her ears. "I can't say I blame them. Heavy Metal Shock Singer records a live track outside a graveyard called the Pleasant Repose?" she mused. "With his rather twisted fan base, thats asking for trouble..." "But it means I dont want to get caught with my Pixie ears, thats for sure..." She gave him a firm stare, however. "I'm not sitting this one out! NO! Its my puzzle box!" she said, angry and...sad? "So, I'm riding with you. Don't worry, you can be my sidekick!" she said happily again. "I can always turn invisible if it gets nasty!"

GM And so... The Puzzle Pixie did indeed have things to do; namely, scour the internet and the local library. She was away a few hours, but this was her life - solving puzzles. "Got it!" There was a moderately sized graveyard out of town, just north of Wharton Forest and predictably ripe with myth and legend about native American bones and mysticism. To top it all, the Ceremetarym named "Pleasant Repose" had been visited by Marcus Skulll a few weeks ago, in a publicity stunt, with him recording a rather unpleasant shout metal song just outside, which raised plenty of legal and moral objections. Alex, for his part, got the distinct impression that the locals had become very paranoid and sensitive...and had organised a rather agressive and over-reflexive neighbourhood watch...

GM There was of course a cursory - even rather reasonable - firewall around the club, but they parted like butter under Replica's electronic barrage. The security camera's of course showed the music and dancing, and a somewhat angry Gold Note, who was not dancing but consulting with some security guards with a mean look on his face. But what was more interesting... Was the cellar, or basement, of the building, behind a reinforced steel door. There, amidst shards of half-eaten glass, was a woman in motionless repose. A woman she was in form, but not in flesh. Rather, she was made of glass!

Thats fine, we can work with those results!

GM Aaron Treestock gave snort. "No, honey, I don't think so. Lets cut the $£"%" he said, more menacingly now. "You ain't here for the music. You ain't no dancer either. You came here to snoop" he said, bluntly. "Any other day, I would have put you down as an undercover cop or something" he explained. "But you had some real specific questions. ASTRO labs. The Glass. You got me pegged down for something, haven't you?" "Well you are welcome to your drink, and feel free to dance the night away, honey. But you ain't getting anything else" he said. He clinked his glass with hers, waiting for her to drink up.

Thats appaling! Great fun!

Could you throw me a bluff roll for that! (and if you do ever dance, a perform roll for dance thanks to your JoaT feat!) Gold Note is a canny fellow, but: Sense Motive: 1d20+9 13 he rolls poorly. Distracted by the music, I guess!

GM Any such plan might have to wait! Three of the little bots scuttle upwards, agile and nimble, jumping and swinging like monkeys through the hot metal bars. Then, twenty feet overheadm they struck at Lady Horus? How, if twenty feet overhead, you might ask? The answer would be a startling elongation of their limbs, two two dozen feet, spindly and strong. Meanwhile, the other two robots crawled up beside Wadjet, and with multiple limbs, they tried to knock her off her perch!

OK, so hopefully this is ok! 1 Scuttlebot down. 3 Scuttlebots will turn their attention to LH, crawling up the metal framework 20' to gain partial cover and then... Limbs extending to punch LH! Punches Lady Horus: 3#1d20+7 18 11 20 all missing! (Option: as extending their limbs is an unusual action, ill give you an HP to say to are flat footed and get two punches, DC 20 Toughness saves each) The other 2 bots will try and trip Wadjet, who is indeed flat footed: Attack Wadjet: 2#1d20+7 9 13, one of those hits: Opposed Trip Roll: 1d20+5 24 nasty! opposed with STR/DEX/Acrobatics. If fail, you are tripped off Barrelhouse. You can make a DC 20 Reflex Save to grab onto something just before hitting the molten metal, or DC 15 to grab on saving yourself but dropping the gun into the molten metal in the attempt. If you fail that, Damage 12 (DC 27) Tough heat effect (and feel free to add any Bedlamite flavoured burn scars for the future). If this happens, the Paintball Gun probably needs a tough save to (+14 bonus I think as Device 4). Again, feel free to add any suitable complicatoins to any of that for an HP (such as the Paintball gun being dropped into the molten metal, or the heat frying the suits commlink, or the paintball gun exploding its balls as it heats up in the molten metal)./

GM "Well I didn't understand half of what you said, but I think I understand what you said all the same" replied a Quizzical Pixie. "I guess you have some sort of plan up in your head, or at least, feel confident enough that you can make one up on the spot" she said with a smile. "But it sounds dangerous all the same. I guess the Puzzle Box isn't about being safe though. I'm not sure what it's about, but I'm pretty sure it isn't about being safe!" she said, with an odd peice of pride in her conclusion. "What are you going to do now?"

I know the feeling... I can manage non combat stuff when my brain is fuzzy but the combat stuff feels like sludge when Im tired no matter how well I know the rules. Ill sort out some half-baked handwave today to keep it going!

GM Pixie squirmed and the thought of organs squirming. Which was quite appropriate. Having your guts put through an arcane wrangler had left Alex fighting flatulence and gastointestinal overactivity for several hours. It was fortunate he did not have a cough at the same time. "Well what are you suggesting? Want me to take a sledgehammer to your pinkies?" she asked with a grisly cheeky grin. "Sounds like your mistress of bones has quite a few tricks up her sleeve. She knows her spells. You feel up to taking her on?"

Echohead "I have, I think, a place of interest" Echohead said to Scarab. "And from the sounds of it, I could use the company" he added. "A club, specialising in exotic transformations of...wait...." Echohead spied the horned man and took a step back. "Mamma! What the devil...I mean...literally, what the devil!" he gasped. Surely this was a lead, but right now his Mothers Catholic Terror Stories played an umerry tune in an umerry rythmn in his cranium....

So I think that is one Scuttlebot down - just checking though as I am not sure Taking 20 would be allowed whilst in combat?

GM "Yeah I'd been thinking about that" replied Pixie, putting on her thoughtful face. "Maybe because he has brittle bones?" she said. "I mean, pretty much everyone there, in the mosh pit, is pretty robust, right? Young, strong. Or at least, strong boned. Otherwise you wouldn't be getting into a mosh pit in the first place" she summised. "Yet Felix, well he always had those smashed up legs, right? Never stopped him from doing anything. Bold. Kinda cute" she said, going red. "I mean...sort of kind of cute. Ummm. Anyway, he's right by the centre of the smashed bones and the spell, or curse, or whatever it did, had no effect on him. Like it didn't think it was worth it..." "Either that, or he is hiding some big dark secret mystery!"