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GM Dr North was clearly discombulated; restless, agitated, his fingers writhing awkardly and independently, his neck muscles dancing a tango under his skin. His facial expressions seemed mercurial one moment, stony the next. "No coffee... no coffee... doesn't agree with me," he said, althuogh one might have assumed that he had consumed his own body weight (twice over) in espresso. "I am Dr North..." he explained, sweating. "Yes, I am Dr North. Director of the World Exotic Science Taskforce. There is... science. Yes. Exotic Science... do you mind if I sit down?" Dr North say down, and then, unable to contain himself, got up immediately, wiping his sweat from his brow. "You are... Predator?"
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GM The guards were alert, but Tsunami was as silent as a still lake. Once, twice, the guards looked her way, but she was always in shadows, or behind machinery. They didn't spot her. Not even suspicious. When Tsnunami reached the trap door, she could see a lock on it. A picked lock. Either someone had been very careless, or someone else was trying to get to Mr Silk. But who? An enemy of Mr Silk? Dr Sin, or one of his numerous agents? Opening the Trapdoor, Tsnuami could see stairs leading down, some raw blazing lightbulbs, and the sound of violence! ~ Continued in Hong Kong Hair ~
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Monday 5th March, 2024 Freedom City Inside the Laboratory of Predator It was a day of no particular character. Temperature average, sunlight average, normal mix of mediocre impact news. The sun had risen, the clocks were ticking. It was mid morning. But Predators day was about to get real interesting. A knock on the door. the Camera's swivelled to scan the knocker. A man in his fifties, thick glasses, thick brown moustache, sweating (despite a tepid heat to the day), nervous, jittery. Wearing a courdrouy jacket and green turtleneck. Not colour coordinated, at all. But Predator reconised him. Dr Norris North! The head of WEST, the world exotic science taskforce, set up after various global calamaties to investigate and if necessary contain any science that might get out of hand. Dimensional, spatial, temporal distortions. Strange energies. Mutated viruses. They functioned under the auspices of the united nations, somewhat like the world health organisation, except with less funding. "Please! Let me in!" mumbled Doctor North into the speaker.
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Haven A seedy bar? That would do. Seedy things happen in seedy bars, and sometimes useful things to. For a moment, Haven allowed himself the luxury of lamentation. He would no longer feel the joy of drunkedness, no longer enjoy the taste of rich food. He couldn't smell - it was that loss that he missed most deeply about his fleshly existence. True, his libido was no more than a shadow, but somehow that - it didn't matter so much. It was smell, that was the thing. He took a virtual breath in, a virtual breath out. Such tragedy distracted him, and would serve no purpose if indulged (other than dragging him into a quagmire of despair). And so in he went. To cast his eyes around the bar patrons, the bar staff. Perhaps there would be virtual loose tongues who would spill virtual secrets.
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Gamma Buzz "Wow! You even sound purple!" said Gamma Buzz. He flipped down to the floor again. "What have you got against ceilings anythehow?" He gave a sidelong glance at the rapidly aging girl - woman. "And what have you got against normal speed aging? I mean, she's growing a year every minute. Or thereabouts..." he added with a wave of his hand. "Something like that anyway. I am sure you understand the complex algerbraic formulations of time and space and all that stuff that I obviously understand and wouldn't bluff about." He pointed a cockroach finger back at the purple man. "Spill the purple beans, purple man! Are you seeking to manipulate the unmanipulatable forces of nature itself?" he asked in a dramatic voice.
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I think the Hatchet is 6 EP? Masterplan 2 - is that use Tactics instead of INT? No favoured environment [woods]? If you are min-maxing: Its extremely rare you would be distracted with Survival skill (Its pretty much aways take 10 or 20), whereas Medicine SM is pretty handy if you hit +5 or more (you can do it under fire to remove a stun off an ally). Out of interest the woodsman costume bow array - is that essentially a bow thats is part of his costume (cant be disarmed)?
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GM The rooftop had that same look - run down, second rate, crumbling. But again, with a careful look, it was reinforced. A fortress concealed as a shack. What was even more peculiar... Footprints? Up here? There were no guards on the rooftop. All that Tsunami could see was a skylight, one that had been opened recently. Peering through it, should could see an organised textile factory, weaving, cutting, packaging. Machines hummed, and a variety of textile workers scurried at their work. Here, there were a few guards. Not your rent-a-thug cheapskate guards outside, but professional men in black silk suits. And on the factory floor, a trapdoor...
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Gamma Buzz "Its time for Gamma Buzz, baby!" yelled Gamma Buzz, punching the air. He did a little cartwheel, a moderate forward flip, and an almighty leap into the air, bringing up his glowing fist. "This time, strange robot creatures, this time my incredible atomic powers will fell you!" He landed right by the nearest strange robot creature and let loose a glowing fist. "Is there no limit to my limitless Gamma powers?" he asked.
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Free action: Activate Radioactive Aura Move action: Jump to nearest mean robot Standard action: Punch 25 which I guess is a hit DC 23 Tough / Damage DC 15 Fort / Nauseate (although I guess as they are robots...)
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GM The Croconda was down, its writhing tight body now limp. It floated in the cave water, soundly dispensed with. "Hmm... what.... umph...." mumbled the Professor as he awoke. "What happened?" Armitage must have been in his seventies, and yet he had some form of wiry constitution-or maybe his brain was sufficiently powerful that even discombobulated by concussion its as still astute. He took in the scene with one wry look. "You felled the beast! Very admirable. What creature was that? A mythological hybrid, perhaps. Snake, crocodile. Part Mayan, part Egyptian... how odd...." From outside the cave, the two heroes could hear an outboard motor, some lights... Someone was approaching!
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GM Mr Silk licked his lips at the mention of Dim Sum. Madame Raven could even hear the obese mans stomach rumbling. "Go get me some food!" he snapped at his solitary aide, the man with the scissors. The aide gulped and started to make his way - cautiously, to the trapdoor. His path would take him past Madame Raven, however... "I wasn't offering money," explained Mr Silk. "Information. Power. You want to Dr Sin? I want you to have him. I can help..." Could he? Madame Raven knew Mr Silk had acquired considerable power, and was no fool. But Dr Sin was the mastermind of the masterminds... could he ever really be caught? Meanwhile, the aide was nervously shuffling to the trapdoor, right past Madame Raven, on his way to acquire food. The mention of Dim Sum had made Mr Silk ravenous.
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GM Mr Silk sniffed. "No, I am not stupid, and neither are you." He pressed his fingers together, closing his eyes and listening carefully. "My words were double edged. As you suspected, I was trying to even the playing field. I failed, tis no matter. But the best deception is the truth, Madam Raven, I suspect you know that as well as I do. I would not fight you armed. It would be a wasted opportunity." His eyes snapped open. "Why are you in Hong Kong? Why interfere here? I would have though you would be happy to see a war between myself and Dr Sin, you would let it fester and clean up the mess once it is over, hmmm? Well you have no juridstiction here, and i have plenty of bribed officials in the Chinese and Hong Kong government and law department. Why risk breaking your legs over a matter that does not concern you?" His eyes narrowed. "What could I give you to go away?"
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Lets go for it! 16 Which is a fail by 10 (just) Which makes it staggered But it is staggered already so... KOOOOOO! Post away! We are no out of combat
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GM Somehow, the slimy crococonda twisted at just the right (or wrong depending on your perspective) time. It bent at precisely the right angle. It squirmed at exactly the best position. And somehow it was free of the chains of earth and stone. It had wriggled through them like a worm through mud! A crocodile cant smile - or perhaps it is always smiling. But the way it looked at blackstaff, the way its serpentine tongue licked. Well, that was a gloat if ever there was one.
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Nice! Im giving Croco a -2 penalty to both reflex saves for being a big fish (snake) in a small pond (cave) 17 and 26 incredibly it rolls a nat 20 and shakes of the snare! G Star is up!
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Gamma Buzz "The desert is really cool, right? I mean. Look over there! Theres some sand! Oh wait... over there! Some more sand. Hey... sand. And.... wait for it... rock!" Baz did a little tap dance of faux surprise. "Oh I mean sure there is cactus and insects, and sunshine beating down on you neck like a drill, but.. yeah, the desert is pretty dry, right? Gettit? Dry... dull... dry... no water?" "The best thing about the desert is the tumbleweed, am I right?" Baz kicked some sand up, just to be able to watch some sand jostling around in the dry air. To be honest, he was more concerned about his classmates. Heat was no problem for the cockroach kid. But they might be feeling it. And then there was the problem of water. "New bands? Its all i listen to?" he said to Blue Bolt. "I mean, I want to be a DJ when I grow up. Nothing better than banging out some new and original tune!"
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GM Mr Silk dropped the raven claw with a clatter to the floor. "A whole family. Formidable. They say that the Ravens are masters of the martial arts. And yet..." He looked disdainfully at the claw. "You fight with weapons. This is not the way of a true master. I allow my minions to use knives. This is fitting for their station, but you? You would lower yourself to such impurity?" "You have already made things messy. That you are here at all means I must attend to my security of all manners. And then you debase yourself with crude weapons. At least do yourself the honour of being beaten barehanded, rather than resorting to such... plebian tools!"
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GM The woman was easily shook. At last, Tsunami could walk across Hong Kong without being followed. At least as far as she could tell. A little later... Despite the rain, the moon shone through the darkness, and Hong Kong had plenty of light pollution to ignite the air. It was not asleep; it kept on breathing, eating, and working even at this time of night, just at a slower pace. This was the time for drunks, cleaners, food, and entertainment. Some of the latter - a quite unsavoury air. The docks had the smell of salt air. Here, things became more industrial, more energetic. Boats came in, boats left, redsitributing cargo as they did so. There was no time for sleep. Superior Silks? Another factory. By all appearances, run down. A couple of thugs guarding the place with baseball bats. But on closer examination, the fence was alarmed, the cameras elegantly placed, and the factory more resilient than it first appeared. A first rate fortress disguised as a run down broken shoddy factory.
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GM The Raven claw collided with the scissors... CLANG! And sent the follicular cutting device across the room, clinking against stone walls until it lay at rest on the cold stone floor. The scissor man reached into his jacket, bringing out a throwing knife, readying it for a throw, until Mr. Silk (for it was the obese crime lord himself) raised a finger and clucked his tongue. "Wait." The scissor man stopped instantly, frozen, completely obedient to his master. Slowly, Mr. Silk scanned the floor, reached down, and picked up the Raven Claw. In English, he said; "Raven. The Raven. Madam Raven. Various names. Belong in Freedom City. I commend you on your tenacity, but you are not welcome here." His eyes scanned the darkness. There werent many places to hide, but the bald lights were dim, and Mr Silk could not yet see where his adversary was.
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Madam Raven - 3 HP - Unharmed Holding on the initiative a moment - lets have some banter!
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Haven I look like a munchkin - thought Haven. He wriggled his digital body. I feel like one, too. Like most of the planet, Milo had watched the Oz film but not read the book. Haven remembered that echo memory well. Werent there several dozen books? He couldn't remember. But this was all feeling very much like Oz. Haven could only hope that the Wizard behind it all had only watched the film, not the series of books. Otherwise Haven would be very much at sea. "I wont, Woodcutter!" he called back. And, as an afterthought. "You have plenty of heart!" Haven tried to shake himself to normal proportions and then started to walk to the Emerald City. Perhaps the rumour mill, the gossip factory, might have something to say.
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