Supercape

MIND OVER MATTER'D BY THEV Echohead 19 PP to spend, Spending 14 Adapating the Super-glasses. Not really a fan of detect Psionic on reflection [0 net cost] (Also tidying up the format) Device 4 (20 DP, High Tech Sunglasses, Flaws: Easy to Lose) [12 PP] Immunity 1 (Light Based Visual Dazzles) [1 DP] Super Senses 10 (Analytical all visual, Extended all visual 2 [x100], Infravision, Ultravision, Direction Sense, Distance Sense, Radio Sense, Microscopic Vision 1) [12 DP] Feature 1 (Can Record Visual input as a data file and replay) [1 PP] Radio Array (5 PP Array, Feats: Alt Power 1) [6 DP] BP: Communication 5 (Radio, 1 mile, Extras: Omni-Directional, Feats: Subtle, Flaws: One-way) [5/5 PP] AP: Obscure 5 (Radio senses, 100' Radius, Extras: Continuous, Flaws: Tounch Range) [5/5 PP] Finishing off the Echomeister with increase of 2 Ranks to Mimic power to: Mimic 6 (30 PP of any attributes [note flaw], Extras: Duration Continuous [+1], Range Perception [+2], Feats: Subtle, Flaws: Limited to mental abilities [e.g: INT, WIS, CHA, Will, Skills, Some Feats, Psionic or trained powers], Drawbacks: Power loss [Sleep, -2]) [41 PP] “Echohead” [Psionic, Mutant]

GM "Get lost, kid!" snapped back the thug. He paused, looked up. Tall as the thug was (and he was tall), Jack had six inches on him. And was a lot broader. But the pause did not last long. Something lit up behind the man's eyes. Something red. He gripped the baseball bat with both hands, so hard he threatened to splinter the handle. "Come on then, big man... you got it bottled up tight, haven't you. Even more than this pussy. I can feel it. Come one then, have a go, if you think you are hard enough..." The small crowd of onlookers and autograph signers started to disperse - and fast. Rock Rockson started to edge away, until a baseball bat slammed in his way. "Not you, pussy..." grunted the thug. "Not till I get a taste of that anger..."

GM "My parents?" said Mr. Metal. This was the first time Dwayne had heard the scamp have anything like fear in his voice. Eyebrows raised, voice strangled, indignatingly opening his mouth. "You rat! You wouldn't tell my parents. Would you? And I am NOT a little boy. I am nearly three years old!" he added, proudly. "And that's quite old enough to go and explore a new universe and have some fun with metal. And electricity! Hurrah!" He leapt up in joy, slammed down onto the roof of the power plant (which crumpled slightly), and jammed his two arms through the metal of the roof. His face turned and twisted, as if he was feeling for something below, inside the power plant....

Yep

For this

8th June, 2024 Mid Afternoon, Somewhere in the streets of Freedom City It started with a hot day on a hot pavement. A straightforward day that would not be proceeding forward in any manner of straightness. A chance encounter. Rock Rockhead, the short, squat, square-headed rock singer of many voices (screeching, crooning, belting, roaring, falsetto and bass) was signing a few autographs as he stepped out of his sports car. Sunglasses, leather jacket, leather trousers. Tattoo and sweat on his skin. And Jack Davydov walking past him. Towering past him, actually. Rock Rockhead was a man in his thirties, strong, an excellent singer, an outstanding composer, but not tall. Even in his subtle height-elevating shoes, he was five foot eight. And there was one "fan" who stood out. Over six foot, wide built, holding a baseball bat, sweating like a pig, face twisted in some kind of screwball lunacy, stammering out some insane words. "Why... wh-wh-why you put a lid on it, Man?" he growled. "Why bottle it up? All the rage?" He hefted his baseball bat. Looking like he might swing at any moment. Although he looked so crazed, it might be a swing onto his own forehead.

Ok guys anyone want to a final post or two before I wrap with epilogue?

DIMENSIOINED BY THEV Captain Cosmos Firstly, a few corrections: Grapple (seems to have syntax problem) - it should read Grapple: +30 (+35 in Hyperdimensional form) Knockback should be Knockback: -7 (-17 in Hyperdimensional Form, -13 in Antidimensional Form) Toughness should be Toughness: +15 (+1 Con, +14 Protection), Impervious 12 in Hyperdimensional and Antidimensional Form Then, 14 PP to spend, Spending 12 6 PP for Feats: Environmental Adaptation 2 [Zero Gravity, Low Gravity], Ultimate Save (Toughness), Quick Change 1, Leadership, Interpose 5 PP for Immunity 10 (Temporal, Dimensional, Flaws: Limited [Half Effect]) [5 PP] "Dimensional Side Stepping" 1PP for Alternate Powers to his Super Strength, making the final effect thus: Dimensional Strength Array (43 PP Array, Feats: Alt Power 1) [44 PP] [Dimensional] BP: Linked Enhanced Strength 26 (feats: Affect Insubstantial 2, Dimensional 2) with Super Strength 6 (+30 effective strength, Feats: Shockwave) (30+13 = 43 PP] AP: Snare 12 (Extras: Area [Burst], Transparent, Backlash, Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Dimensional 2, Progression [Area] 3 [x10], Flaws: Range [Touch], Shatters [1 bruise or injury will completely destroy snare]) [43/43 PP PP]) "Dimensional Sunder" (Rips a hole through dimensions, covering everyone in shattered shards of different dimensions) And if you fancy updating the DC Block at the end DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 30 Toughness Damage Dimensional Sunder Touch/Area DC 23 Reflex Snare

GM "Galloping Ghost? STUPID!" "Stupid Stupid Stupid..... STUPID!" "I'm gonna call you Mr. Stupid. Because you are so STUPID!" Somewhere in the multiverse, the abstract Gods of Eloquence cried a river. The two of them matched pace - Mr Metal showed no signs of fatigue. Or, for that matter, even breathing. Whatever he was made of, his (?) physiology was entirely exotic. Givem the speed the two of them moved at, it was under a minute before they the power station was in sight. A small, blocky building, on stilts maybe twenty feet above ground, with a set of stairs made entirely of rubber. Mr Metal turned a corner (now that would be something of a trick for the Galloping Ghost, given the slippery rail), leapt of the monorail, and landed on the roof, with a huge metal grin on his metal face. "This is going to be fun!"

Echohead Echohead gulped. His throat was dry, his cheeks were red. "Running, no, should i be?" He glanced behind him, to the sides. "I mean no I shouldn't be running. Barricades are probably intact. There is a fair chance will will not immediately be killed, right? A fair chance? Anyway, I ran into one of those clone things. And then he dropped down dead infront of me. After saying he didnt want to die, of all things. Ironic..." He wiped his head, and held out his broken Variable Gun. The dingle arm was bent in twain, completely unable to stop side fumbling of the reverse tremie pipe. "I may have slipped and dropped this... ah... perhaps you could fix it?"

Congratulations folks! Curseborn electric Super Nazi destroyed! Thats it from me, but feel free to use this thread for social reasons afterwards! (And ill finish it off once you have all had your piece) The EMP burst will fry as much as you wish. So you might get some telling off afterwards!

GM The Nintendo console looped around General Sparks, who looked down in some surprise at the sparking cord. "Do you think this feeble thing will hold me? I AM GENERAL SPARKS! I AM INV.." He glitched. "I AM INV..." He glitched again. "I AM ERROR 404 DOES NOT COMPUTE. DUMP CACHE TO RESET" And with that, he dissappeared. The lassoo and the Ninento fell to the floor. There was one brief moment of silence. Some chipped masonry fell to the floor. And then the great grandmother of EMP bursts, impossibly coloured a sort of purple-blue wave, ripped through Claremont!

GM "You can call me... hmmm... what can you call me? My name is a series of quantum magneto-electrical pulses. Well, that won't do in this stupid place, will it. Wait! You al have stupid names in this stupid place, don't you? Like Doctor Drill... is he here yet? Hmmm. What's that complete idiot called... Captain Cosmos! Have you ever heard such a stupid name? Wait... you can call me..." "...." "...Mister Metal!" "That's SO much better than all your stupid names. What's yours? I bet its REALLY stupid, huh?" With that, he started speeding off towards the Monorail power station!

Echohead "Calm down... you won't die. Probably." Echohead gulped. His throat felt as harsh as a hornet hive. The man looked dead. So much for his promise. Echohead shook his head sadly. He didn't quite understand what was going on, but he understood enough to feel sad. Was it a dying hive mind, trying, frantically, to preserve itself? Some mutation? An alien? A human from another dimension? This was freedom city, so anything could happen. But his money was on some experimentation. "I promise I'll try to help," he said, soft, hoarse. "Thats a promise I can keep. To try." With another shake of his head, he picked up the broken Variable gun, and made his way back to Predator to regroup.

Awesome! Feel free to post IC an awesome lassoo moment!

25 for Diplomacy, although make that 23 because I had a brain fart and his diplomacy bonus is +8, not +10 I am happy for that to go spectacularly wrong due to his anxiety (as another complication), if you feel that would be cool narratively.

GM The station was well insulated, but there was no doubt that it was inhabited; or at the very least, the heating was on. the walls were too thick for resolution of life signs, but from a thermal perspective there was no doubt that it was a lot warmer than the surroundings. Looked like a solid, room temperature 20 degrees; or therabouts. Creepin closer, Predator could see some mid - level security around the place. No machine gun turrets or laser zappers, but a few camera's. And a door with a keypad lock. Probably pickable for someone of Predators talents, but the proof of that would be in the trying. At a guess, the building has a basement, below ground, but there was no way of knowing for sure. The walls were thick, insulated, concrete and plastic layers. Again, Predator could probably blast through them, but perhaps not quickly...

Let me know when to post 20 for his save (Confuse is actually a lasting effect normally so you dont need to maintain concentration for it to linger)

Echohead "Eeeeps!" yelped Echohead, startled by the appearance of the Dennis. And I was being so quiet! He honestly had been trying his best, but his palms were sweaty, his heart was pounding, his mouth was dry. His skin felt numb, or electrical, depending on which area at what time. Against all logic, he found himself imagining his internal organs were enganging in an all out war for territory, trying to rearange themselves. So, of course, when startled, his variable pistol slipped out of his hand, was accidentally kicked by his reflexive foot, and hurtled across the room, landing at precisely the wrong angle, and ended up with its barrel bent at ninety degrees. Ooops... I hope Predator can fix that.... "Yes..." he croaked. "I can... help you...." How? HOW? "Just stay very still. We dont want to cause any.. ah. upset..."

Gamma Buzz Baz gave two thumbs up. "Crazy Idea, but it just might work, eh?" It sounded cool. And it sounded like it would work. Of course, the former was far more important than the latter, but if you could do both at the same time? even better! "Wait, that's a movie Cliche, isn't it? I need to come up with something better. Crazy Work! But it just might be an idea!" That didnt make any sense, but it sounded less like a cliche, which was the important thing. "You need to make up a cool name for the manuever, though, Veriz! Like Starbolt Sting, or Boombang Blitz!" He flexed his knuckles. "Hit me with it then, Blue Bolt! Then we are sure to win!"

GM "Escort? Pffft!" laughed the Metal Man. "This ain't my home and you ain't my parents. They are BORING!" He hopped from one foot to the other in vexation. "Mind you, you are BORING too!" he said with a sneer. "But RACE! We could RACE!" The thought enlivened him once more, and off he sped down the Monorail, gliding along it like a speed skater. The surfance once again became smooth as glass. No doubt, the Galloping Ghost could match, even exceed, the speed of the Metal Man, but balancing on the monorail when it was as slippery as greased ice was another matter...

10 for stealth!

Thats a swell idea! Could you give me a DC10 Dex check for that manuever?