-
Posts
21,019 -
Joined
-
Last visited
Content Type
Profiles
Forums
Freedom City Guidebook
Freedom City PBP: A How-To Guide
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Supercape
-
"Ya is one annoying lady" said the Mess, spinning around to meet the feline femme once again. His back stung from her stings, and he could feel his super blood fizzing around the wound. He raised his fist for a piledriver, then stopped, lowering it. "Ah..ah don't hit no dames, see..." he said, to himself as much as anyone else. "My Pa told me dat" Still he was battered and bruised and bleeding. And his fires were up. "Still, nuthin' ta say I can't throw ya!" he decided, grabbing the Cat woman by her wrists with a burst of inspiration and speed. He rotated, spun, and like a shot putter, hurled her away, straight into the head of Machine fist...
-
1d20+10=28!
-
GM "Help? Help? That's what they all said! Help! They want to help me! Then they put me in a straight jacket and said I was hallucinating!" He turned to the air to his left. "Yes, yes, oh Jinn! Then they injected me!" he said to the hallucination. "Never never never! I help myself now! My daughter and I, both blessed with the DNA of the divine!" he shouted at Geckoman, before leaping, and with some agility, off the turned Ambulance, dashing off into the hospital proper, to the tune of screams, sirens, and smoke.
-
Carmen had dressed conservatively, at least for her standards. A white t shirt, cut just above the waist, a pair of jeans, and a pair of boots. That was as far as she could go, even in Tokyo. The spinal tattoo of devils and demons was still visible. She made it a habit to make it visible, and not (just) to flaunt it. It protected her. Stick in hand, limping slightly, she followed the woman into the Limo, silent until she sat down. "First time in Japan" she smiled, feeling a few nerves outside of her comfort zone. "First time interviewing an AI too" she added. She was well outside her comfort zone there. "So what's the deal? How do I do the interview?" she asked.
- 12 replies
-
- sanshain kinp�ge
- tokyo
-
(and 2 more)
Tagged with:
-
That settles it! Sparing a thought for Tazel, commanding him to Run, fly, as fast as he could, she spun round the Raven. "Axel, Rachael...time to go. For us all to go!" she said, limping across the Church to the spooky bird. "Our friend out there is about to unleash a hellfire atom bomb. Something that's going to flatten this church, and us in it. Probably carve out a crater in the desert too..." She virtually pushed the two infront of her. "So lets leave the demons to tear each other asunder, and lets make sure we get out still breathing, huh?" "Lead on, Raven!" she called to the bird as they moved, all three, to the Altar...and dived into whatever the Raven had conjured up...
-
GM Y Dderwen splintered under Young Brittanias mighty fist, flying across the room to land smack in some crumbling masonry. Lucy DIamond started to cry, her tears glistening and beautiful like the diamonds she was named after. Y Dderwen lay on the mossy carpet. The force of Young Brittania's blow threatened to topple the old fort for a moment. It was crumbling enough as it was, and for a few uneasy moments dust and a few slabs of stone fell to the ground. The whole building creaked and groaned...but ultimately still held. It would not take much more to set the whole thing collapsing on everybodys heads. "I forgot how strong your spirit is, Brittania..." mumbled Y Dderwen. "Strong enough to defy the land, even. Ah, uneasy are we too. I am the land, you are the people that gouge scars across it, but still...we are both connected, you and I...even if I am older, and fading..." he said, sad for a moment. The sadness was only augmented by Lucy Diamonds sobs. "Tell me then, why do you come to disturb me, and disturb this poor child?" he asked, referring to the tears of Lucy Diamond.
- 36 replies
-
1d20+8=11 Yoikes! Ok that makes him staggered and dazed. Im going to stop combat there, as that is enough to make Y Dderwen at least pause! Could you both roll notice rolls?
-
"Agnus it is" replied the Rat, as she lead the couple down into the Safehouse. Old lights sprang into action, illuminating the passage down to the core. "And yes, the Spy stuff is real. I used to be a Spy. A long long time ago. I worked for the KGB during the cold war. They kept me on ice, and I do mean that literally, between missions. Suspended animation" "As you can imagine, this was not my choice. I was pressed ganged into it. They...did things..." she said, vaguely and with a raspy edge to her voice. They did SLAVE to her, a computer linked to her brain. "Once the wall came down, they forgot about me. Then, I woke up. Hello modern world" she explained. "I found this safehouse built under Freedom City. I don't know how. And I suspect it is not the only one, here, or around the world. I begin to suspect that something was going on...something bigger than even the KGB knew about. I heard rumours...the Sleeper, Doctor Zero...but nobody knew anything more than whispers..." She brought them into the central hub of the Safehouse, a stark, illuminated and functional control room, built in the style of the most brutal Communist architecture. "Welcome to the safehouse..." she explained.
- 39 replies
-
- asad
- young brittania
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
GM The last two cultists started stabbing left and right in a frenzy, a glorious, mad franzy, shouting "Kali!" over and over again. The knife that stabbed Ulysses, who didn't even need to bother trying to avoid the steel, just bent under the pummelling. The youth attacking Synpase just swished the air, left and right, full of anger, but without direction. The priest of Kali opened his eyes wide, wider than possible, his eyeballs bulging and red, muttering some verse to Kali, some command to obey, to submit, to capitulate... And Ulysses felt the voice, the command, the order, resonate in his head. "The house of Kali is for us, and us alone!" said the velvet and steel voice of the priest. "Destroy the West! Destroy every machine, every tool, every cloth, every road, every rail! Only through the purity of the primitive can we find enlightenment!"
- 135 replies
-
- earth victoriana
- synapse
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
So the two standing Cultists' one tries to stab Ulysses (And I will say hits but of course impervious, so no effect!) The other tries to stab Synapse 1d20+2=3 and misses. The priest will try Mind Control 4 on Ulysses, which means a WILL DC 14 Save from Ulysses.
- 126 replies
-
- earth victoriana
- ulysses
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
Lord Steam recounted the recent events to Blakely. He was wet, cold, and his brain was balancing out the irritation at his state, versus the smug satisfaction of outwitting his target. At least, he hoped he had outwitted his target. "..so the long and the short of it, dear chap, is I would be splendidly obliged if you would flush this chap out. Or, failing that, flush the police out" he explained. "Something like some smoke, or a fire alarm, or just persuading the chap to come out nicely, if all else fails" "Even having some eyes on him would be good. I may know where he is" he explained, pointing to the little device that pointed directly to the tracer "but I don't know what the blighter is up to. A most vexing predicament" he conceded.
-
Keep your eyes open, Cap'n...anything could come...anywhere...anyhow...look at him! look at her! look at... Starshot clonked Mask on the side. "That doesn't help you know..." he said aloud to his Mask. "In any case, my eyes are already open..." This was outside his comfort zone, too many people, colours, lights, sounds, pressing and crushing in on him. He didn't mind people, he grew up in a city. But after the cold and majestic vastness of space, and exploring strange new worlds...well, strange new civilizations always felt a bit overbearing. What he did see was someone trying to "bump" into Ana. He turned quickly, and clamped his cybernetic hand on the pickpockets wrist. The hand could crush steel. It would have no problem with bones. Hey, give the guy a break! He just wanted something shiny! said his hand, glowing with green lines. "Fingers" had been notorious for "liberating" things as a soldier in the war. The AI had taken that part of him wholesale. "Your lucky day, thief" said Starshot, his metal mask glowing and his voice deep and rumbling, before letting go of the wrist, but not before a painful squeeze had been delivered. He delivered a boot to the departing thief and strode on, into the bowels of the bazaar.
- 70 replies
-
- deep freeze
- ic
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
1d20+7=23 you get a sense that Blood is not being entirely truthful, or deceptive. You can find some power cells, missing. We are going to move to combat soon, so post in reply to the above, and then give me an initiative roll.
-
"I'm not sure I like Caves" said Starshot, quietly. Only one way in, only one way out, easy to get pinned down... ...at least its shelter... He took a moment just to admire the scenery. The sheer life of the Jungle was worth drinking in, sweeping his eyes across the web of flora, ears attuned to the sound of insects, birds, and beasts. Nose alive with the richness of it all. It gave him an odd sense of peace, of optimism. "So. Spears, javelins, pits, traps. All these we can make" he said aloud. "We can even train a tiger or two, if we have the time" he said, half serious. Truth was, nobody knew how long they had got. "Then we have water and food to consider. Primarily the first" he continued, observing the sky. He doubted food would be a problem in the Jungle. Water, maybe. "And finally, our minds" "We don't know how long we have, what is ahead of us. It is not terror that will fracture us, it is the waiting..."
-
Ok, as per house rules, move action to throw Cat woman into MAchinefists Face. So his effective STR is 50, which I think is more than enough to hurl her as a light load (for a great distance) unless she is super dense or something! 1d20+10=18 might hit Machinefist...might not! EDIT: As Machine fist is probably in mellee combat so a -4 to hit roll, that will miss. But its too good to let that lie...lets try an HP to reroll that attack: 1d20+10=20 which is actually as good as it gets, making a result of 30! (Not a crit though!)
-
GM A few short moments later... The Engine rooms were sleek, silent, efficient. The Varis was an unarmed cruise vessel. It was not built for war or weapons, it was built for luxury. Whilst not the fastest ship in the galaxy, it was fast enough, its space devoted to luxury and grace. The Quantum-11 drives hummed faintly, as the three bounty hunters made their way into the depths of the engines. Power cables, lights, wires, they all webbed their way through the deck, with large magnetic chambers pulsing silently. "How do we split the bounty?" asked Blood, directing her attention to Roulette more than Grunt, who, predictably, just grunted. "How about winner takes all?" she posed, eyes excited. Her pistol as in her hand, a high tech number, and her feet virtually silent on the slick metal surface.
-
Again, he cant match that, so third cultist is down. Post away!
- 126 replies
-
- earth victoriana
- ulysses
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
GM Two youths span through the air, slamming into obscured walls, wafting the fog of opium in their path. When he got going, Ulysses was not to be stopped. They were out cold, knocked back by his power. Singh slid to the floor, bleeding furiously. "I...I....By Vishnu...." he gasped. "What happened...those...." he coughed, a little speck of blood. "Tell my wife...my children...I love them...." he said, bravely, even proudly, his hand reaching up for Ulysses.
- 135 replies
-
- earth victoriana
- synapse
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
Singh is up: Standard Action: Bleed over the floor. Which means... Round 2: 17 - Synapse - Unharmed - 1 HP 13 - Cultists [3] 13- Priest - Bruised 4 Ulysses 3 Singh Fort Save DC 11 vs the drugs. Synapse is up!
- 126 replies
-
- earth victoriana
- ulysses
-
(and 1 more)
Tagged with:
-
So Mess will try to grapple the Catwoman: 1d20+10=26 on the to hit roll, which I hope hits! 1d20+24=34 for his Grapple Roll (at +24 fully boosted). Let me know the result before I use my move action!
-
cool! who shall post?
- 40 replies
-
GM Triasoka's punch was powerful, but then, Hazards armoured chemical suit was robust too. She took a few steps back from the blow. For a moment, there was a hissing sound, then a few clicks in her suit. "You fool!" came the distorted voice as Hazard kept walking backwards. "Do you know what you do? I am infected! My whole body riddled with a deadly Virus, lethal! If you break my suit, you place everyone in mortal danger!" she yelled. This was her secret - her suit was not only for her own protection, but everyone around her. She could hold a gun to the world, blackmailing them. "Don't try that again!" she ordered, firing another Shell from her revolver, a gas grenade that filled the air with a noxious chemical.
-
It does indeed 1d20+10=25 She just makes it! In response, she backs right up to the Zap Machine, now clearly malfunctioning, and fires again: this time a Gas Pellet. It is an Area of Effect (Cloud) Fatigue 10 Chemical effect (So DC 20 Reflex to 1/2 the DC....And a DC 20 Fort Save vs Fatigue (or 15 if you make the Reflex) ) Round 2: 8 Triasoka - 3 HP - Unharmed 2 Hazard - Unharmed