Supercape

Thats a slight stretch with no medicine or anatomy, but its also cool and largely narrative so lets go with that

GM With a snap of his fingers the DJ cut short the music. This was all very dramatic, as the spotlights went on him, in silence. The dancers around him looked bemused, dissapointed, and worried. Replica could see a few security guards circling behind her. "Lady, this is a disco club. And you just stopped the beat. I ain't here to talk about no glass. I ain't here to talk about no metahuman abilities. I ain't here to answer no damn questions from you, or nobody else" he said, face a mixture of calm and angry. He snapped his fingers again and the music came back on. Goldnote, as he called himself, wasn't dancing however, he was studying Replica intently. "This is my club, lady. I want to know what you are doing here. I've been hustling the streets for thirty years and I know who my friends and enemies are - and you better believe I got plenty of both. Thing is, I don't know a damn thing about you, and thats gotta change..."

GM The two police officers were stuffed in the closet, broken and battered. Breathing, as far as Alex could tell, but they looked like they might stop bretahing at any time. They were at least mercifully unconscious, but every pore was bruised, they was blood everywhere, and several bones looked suspiciously broken. He was hardly a doctor, so judging exactly how unwell they were was beyond him. But any fool could tell they were in extremely bad shape and needed medical attention...

I think its taking 10 rather than 20 but either way, its a hit from both of them. THe monkey bot that LH is aiming for cannot make that save, so it is smashed. COuld you post your move actions too if any? I am on holiday next week so may ask you to make some rolls on my behalf in Oro (I will have spotty internet; enough probably for a few IC posts but might be a stretch with Oro!)

Mind Reading the man, surface thoughts As its effortless and insidious and subtle, just going to keep going until he makes the opposed check or the man throws him out so Ill leave that to your discretion and feel free to make some rolls for Echo head on my behalf

Echohead "Errr...yes I can see that" said Echohead, doing very well and not looking at all the junk (in more ways than one) on display around the shop. He didn't like the man, and he didn't like the shop, and he wasn't trained for this. Perhaps nobody was. But he knew the insides of peoples heads like few others. Poking around had given him a knack for spotting subtle inflections and signs. The man was frowning when he heard about superpowers. Why? Superpowers for people would normally make them interested or keen. Possibly scared. But frowning? Well, he had to start somewhere. He simply couldn't face the day trawling through seedy sex shops or asking random strangers in dingy clubs. At best, it would be a fruitless, unpleasant experience. At worst, he would get knifed. So, whilst he didn't like it, he had to be clear. A gentle touch inside the man's head. What had he really heard? "You sure you haven't heard about superpower clubs here?" he said again, the words acting as cue for the man to think about them.

I dont know what useful fibres are, but they sure sound useful! Otherwise all clocked and locked (or something like that)

GM "Help! Help! They sent two policemen! I had to protect myself! Seriously! Like you said...you know...the spells! Oh please babe! PLEASE! I NEED YOU!" cried Skulll into the phone. Now inside the penthouse, and with senses alert, Fax could smell blood and sweat. And then, with eyes (or what passed as eyes in his most peculiar form), he could see blood. A trial of blood. Two trials of blood, in fact, leading to a closet with a bloody handle. Something bloody had gone on. "OK OK...I'll wait. But come quickly! What shall I do..." cried Skulll into the phone, before he was cut off. He started pacing around the flat, wringing his hands.

Skull cant really beat that so go for it!

No policemen to be seen. And unfortunately its going to be do too plain difficult to see the number without some funky super senses!

GM The air was predictably cooler out here, even if they were not high up. It was almost pleasant; the stars shone bright and free of the cities light polution. Inside the penthouse, through the glass, Fax could see Skulll pacing up and down, nusring his nose, and finally scrambling for his phone, frantically dialing the number over and over again. He could not hear him through the glass (predictably, Skulll as a musician had sound proofed his apartment to the max. To the ultra max, even), but Fax could certainly see him screaming and shouting down the phone. Angry. Desperate. Confused...

GM The two bored guards outside the Dukes mansion were bored no longer. "<What the....>" A veritable dribble of befuddled Flemish poured forth from flabergasted mouths. Now, by this stage, Dreadnought had attracted a little bit of fame - it was hardly possible to avoid it, what with his size. And the Dutch kept up with the European superheroes. "<The Dreadnought!>" And doing a most spectacular dance, by all the looks of it. The pavement and the road, however, did not best manage the huge weight of Dreadnough, and cracked and splintered. A crowd started to congeal around him; not malign by any means. Despite the destruction of the road, they applauded loudly. "He dances! He dances!" Yes, the Dutch spoke better English than the English, in many cases. And the applause was indicative that Dreadnought had made quite an impression. And quite an impression meant quite a distraction...

Echohead "Gur...gah...I was looking for a club...I mean a club where people get special treatment...I mean you get special club treatment. Clubbed specially. As a treat...." He shook himself still, keeping his eyes locked in on the man. "I mean, sorry to disturb you sir. Have you heard anything about a club here that deals with...special enhancements? Super powers?" he said, trying to be more direct and avoid the rather long menu of strange activities and scenes that assaulted his eyes wherevere he looked.

32 Lady H - Unharmed - 1 HP 24 Wadjet - Unharmed (NB: Flat footed / Climbing) 6 Scuttle Bots [6] For reference, we are 30 seconds / 6 rounds away from a Fort Save from the heat.

Copying the Scarabs skills! 10 PP = 40 Ranks Computers 12 (+15) Dusable Device 13 (+16) Knowledge (Business) 13 (+16)

Echohead With the most light of touches, like a feather who had a PhD in feather studies, Echohead skipped through the Scarab's brain. Images of computers and circuits and engines. Spreadsheets and research and data. And beyond, a fistful of psychic power. But nothing, it seemed, that was particularly useful right now. The Scarab was simply...well....cooler....than he was. That said, her knowledge of computers and administration might be handy. They were trying to track down a club and he had no doubt that some quasi-legal investigation might be in order. "There, hardly felt a thing did you?" he smniled through gibbering lips. He looked over the streets of the Fens, wondering how to proceed. "I guess now its a matter of asking somebody who has their ear to the street..." he concluded, choosing the most seedy adult shop he could find, and boldly walking in....

GM "Sure baby!" said the smooth Aaron. "They call me Mr. Gold round here. Its my club!" he said proudly, giving an elegant shuffle of his feat to the beat. And a fine disco beat it was. The internet was full of information. Some of it might even be accurate. In any case, it seemed that Aaron was a bit of a hit in the seventies, pumping out a few records, and having a reputation as the hottest disco dancer in Freedom City - and beyond. Second place in the world disco dancing championships of '78 and in the top ten for most of that decade and beyond. Of course, as music and styles got left behind, his star faded. There were rumours - and only rumours - of Aaron getting involved in street crime. Well, he owned a club, some of that heat was to be expected. But there was a nagging pattern that Aaron was not the cleanest club owner in Freedom City.

A much more respectable result!

Smeared by Absurdist Bloody Mess Absolutely no changes whatsoever, but just putting the old picture back (got lost!) Cut and paste the following to his sheet replacing the first bit please (up to "Power Descriptions" on the sheet)

GM Rene leaned forwardm, stroking his beard and slumping his back. "Survival...mmmm...." he mumbled. He wondered how much fooling these Gods and powers there was. Despite all their strength they were limited. And full of hubris. How often the two went together. "Oh powerful and mighty gods, we most humble and ignoble mortals beseech ye, save us!" he said in a cracked and feeble voice, wondering if and how they would bite. Whatever they did, it would give insight into their state of mind, and give none away of his own.

GM "Wh-wh-what I normally do? I don't know what I normally do. Grow daffodils?" That's not what she meant...surely. "Look, I...ah...do you know how to do investigations and interrogate people, that kind of stuff? If so, I could really borrow your brains" he asked. And looked awkward. "I..ah...mean really borrow your brains. I mean, not like take them out of your head and pickle them in a nice red wine. No, but I can create a copy of your brain in my head. That's why my codename is Echohead" he explained. It was not easy to explain. "You won't feel a thing. I just get to know how you do all that cool superhero investigating stuff. I mean, if you know how to do it..."

Turtle'd Up By AA Echohead 19 PP to spend. Firstly, on reflection, his CHA is not in keeping with his personality, and reduced to 10 (freeing up 2 points and modifying a few skills). Next, increasing PL to 10 Putting his picture back into the fluff! Adding one more complication: Ugly Body whilst Echohead can "copy" physical skills (or even feats) like acrobatics, climb, and swim using them is another matter. If the copied body is of significantly different size shape or strength, it will take him a little practice to "callibrate" the acquisition of this skill to his own body. This could take a minute for minor differences, or a few hours for major differences in body shape. If he does not fully callibrate, he would not be able to use the skill, or even worse, automatically fail even basic checks. 8 PP: Increasing Psychic Theft Array by 2 ranks 1 PP: Adding 1 Alt Power to Psychic Theft Array Mental Transform 10 (Alter Memories [2PP/R base], Extras: Duration [Continuous - countered by hypnotic regression], Range [Perception], Feats: Insidious, Precise, Subtle, Drawbacks: Only deleting memories, not altering them) [42/45 PP] "Memory theft" 4 PP: Increasing Device (Cool Suit) by 1 rank, giving 5 Points (adding 4 Ranks of Protection and Immunity: Hot Environment limited) 5 PP: Increasing Will Save by 5 2 PP: Increasing Reflex Save by 2 1 PP Spare (not spending yet)

GM And so...at the Golden Note, mid-evening... The Golden Note wasn't expensive to enter, but the drinks were otherwise and would eat a hole in most wallets. It was a smallish club on the corner of two moderately sized streets, and the colour scheme was Gold, purple and red. Inside it was slightly too hot and slightly too stuffy. A well done Retro feel complete with analogue speakers and pumping Disco music. The good stuff, too. the dancers and staff and drinkers and loungers mostly dressed in that same disco look, at Ms. Wright, not so attired, was somewhat of an anomaly in this regard. A man who could only be Aaron Treestock was dancing in the middle of the disco floor. And dancing well. He may have been seventy odd, but he looked fifty and his physique was one that a young man would be quite happy with. Such, presumably, was the effect of years of all night dancing. He was dressed in an open gold jacket-shirt number and bare chested, with golden medallions down his neck. His skin was dark, his hair darker and cut in a neat afro, complete with goatee and moustache. He seemed really rather happy with himself.

Echohead "Hmmm...." Umberto was a bit lost, and a by "a bit" we mean "completely". "This isn't my tart of porn, I mean my part of town" he mumbled to himself and the scarab as he ambled through the streets and took in some of the more eye-popping shops. "I have honestly know idea where to look..." In more ways than one he thought to himself as his eyes wandered over another interesting shop. He could always mind read somebody, but that was a stab in the dark and an intrusive horrible thing to do. No, not unless there was a clear target and no other option. "Are, you like, cool?" he asked the Scarab. "I mean....do you have any idea where we should be going?"