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Id suggest a cut to either Velocity arriving or to meet Velocity? Just a suggestion, mind! Thev, let me know how much, if at all, you want Robert involved. There might be a trip to the Netherlands!
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Right so we have the first stage of play, with high stakes, but they will increase! Cheating here will be tough. But possible. If you want to go sleight of hand, please do so, but if you get caught you may get your ass kicked (unless you do some major bluff, or the spotter actually wants you to succeed!). The other players are card sharks so be aware they are skilled. Basically this is a game of skill and bluffery. Your success will be based on a bluff roll modified by your INT (smarter characters will be able to calculate the odds better), and +1 per rank of wealth (if you have more money, you have more resources to play with). In addition, make a Sense Motice Check, DC 20. If you make this, you get +5 to your "Playing" roll. Taking 10 not allowed! So, make your INT + Bluff + Wealth (+ sense motive bonus if you make it) rolls here please, and feel free to narrate your playing! If you have any tricks or ideas, also post them here!
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GM "Ladies and Gentlemen, if you would take your seats, we will commence play. The rules are Texas Hold 'Em, Five Cards. We will play in three stages. Each stage will have raised stakes. You have the option to buy in at later stages" The thin man spoke in thin, precise tones. A number of playing card packs, preshuffled, were available in wrapping. Each round would use a new pack. It seemed that cheating was going to be tough, if not impossible. The dealing went clockwise: Peter Kranivisky (Foreshadow), Lynda Reynold (Grimalkin), "Ricardo" (Graft), and Lucy Harker (Revenant), followed by the four gamblers already there, "Monsieur Abola", "Madame Yi", "Mr Card", and "Mr. Lock" The first pack of cards was given, gently, to "Peter Kravinsky". Mr. Lock raised an eyebrow at "Peter" and gave an amused smile. "Nice of you to join, us Peter. I remember playing you in Saudi Arabia with the Prince. Took him for some serious money, if I remember...and I think I remember you well..." he said with a blank face and blank smile.
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Warning: Opulent Corrupt Western Capitalism Oh shut up said Neomi to the Slave in her head. The stupid computer was useful. But it was also stupid. And annoying. Her eyes scanned the party, with Slave providing semi - useful or irrelevant information as all visible spectrums were analysed. Some guns in concealed shoulder holsters, she noted, in the big burly security men in suits and stiff postures. She hardly needed X-Ray vision to spot security here, but it helped. Wasting no time, she strode up to the host of the party. She had come for a purpose, and whilst she picked up a champagne glass and a hors d'oevre from a passing butler on the way, there was not much point in delay. Lets see if he falls for my charms... Her dress was the best that she could afford. Namely, not expensive, but expensive enough. Her host would surely note the roughness of the cut, but it was still slinky, and showed more than a little leg, and more than a little decolletage. "Hello, mister...or is it Prince?" she said, sucking an olive off a stick and taking a sip of champagne. Neomi had the fortune to look good, her natural slavic cheekbones augmented by a killer body thanks to Darwin - X, the virus that had mutated her. And Russian Agents were not ignorant of the use of "charm" to influence corrupt western sex addicts, as Slave would say. Not that the guy was bad looking himself! "Swell party you have here. I'm Honey. Honey Rider" She ad-libbed. "I guess you are the guy to talk to huh? You an expert on weapons grade radioactive materials?" she asked innocently.
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Looks good. I think for Comprehend "You are Understood" you require "SPeak all" first (Speak all allows you to communicate in any one language, an extra rank allows everyone around you to understand you even if it is different languages)/ Sounds like a buddy for Starshot too!
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GM "At this notice? Are you kidding?" gibbered Gavin. "I would put Aw3s0me3 on if I thought they had a chance, but the crowd are already rioting. Those losers would get torn to shreds!" "I heard that!" shouted Joe Superstar from the sides of the backstage. "And I don't mean figuratively!" he added, whispering more softly to Dancia. "So unless you have Annice Stone on speed dial, and a fast helicopter, we are going to have to make a run for it!" he said, drumming on his clip board with nerves. "Either that, or spank Valerie Cain like a naughty girl!" he said, voice rising in terror. "I heard that!" shouted the body of Valerie Cain. Gavin lowered his voice again. "Nothing short of a 'cape juggling chainsaws and playing the Land of the Free on a trumpet would stop that lot! Anyone else goes up there, they are going to be murdered!" "Do you have a good singing voice?" he asked.
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Call yourselves reporters??? More seriously, you can certainly note that Wayward is "off". But you don't know she is under mental influence (although you can suspect it for sure). If anyone has Knowledge (Behaviural Sciences) you could use that too, DC 20 to realise this is not anxiety or a state. She hasa different personality!
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Generally that has been done as a 1 PP feature. It does depend on how "collapsible" you are talking, of course. If its just a fluff thing, that is free. If it means you can collapse it to be concealable, and wear it to a Black Tie Ball, then yes, its probably a feature!
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"Everyone fails" Rene bent down, not without pain thanks to stiff joints, and picked up the fallen Siren, looking at it slowly, and turning it in an equally sedate mannner. "It is in mans nature to worship ze Gods, be they real, be they false. It is through Gods that Man knows himself, and it is a not as noble or pretty as Shakespeare said. Man is afraid. Afraid of many things, like being alone. Or being powerless..." He let Siren drop to the floor, tumbling out of his hands. "Man hopes the impossible, wishes he has control when he has none. Wishes he can influence the stars, the rain, the plague. All through ze ages. Believes he has power when he has none. Appeals to spirits and djinn and Gods that exist only his mind. For Man would rather be slave to the benign than free to fail" He spun around. "But it is failure that drives Man forward, do you not see? It is Failure that makes us spit back in rage! Non! I will not accept! Non! will not bow!" he said, more animated. "It is not with lance of lightning or Godly fist that Man overcomes...it is with ze spirit of defiance! Non! Non! Non! Even without an atom of strength, even without a hint of knowledge, Non! Non! Non! I do not accept! This is what drives Man forward!" He kicked Siren across the floor in contempt. "And now, we have Gods that walks the streets, fly through ze Clouds, and Thunder through ze Sea. To them, their domain, to them, their victories. But to all, Liberty! Liberty!" "I will not defeat your dream demon. You will!" he said in all honesty. "Do not accept to be his meat, do not accept it!"
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No worries! Practice makes perfect and there is a lot lot more to the thread than fighting!
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GM The fight was over in seconds. Around Skaere, the six bikers lay, bruised, battered, and unconscious. It was hardly that pretty, either, her claws and talons ripping leather, denim and even flesh. The Gaschuggers were broken and defeated. Vince was crying with both fear and relief. "I can't believe it! They...they wanted to find you...through me...I was their bait!" he explained, collapsing into Skaers arms in relief, and bending knee in exhaustion. He had been battered quite badly. One massive black eye, the other not far off. He was in bad shape, probably a few bruised ribs thrown in. He could walk, but not run. "Excellent! Excellent! What sport! what prey! What powerful spirit in your blood! I have not had so magnificent a quarry in years!" The sound came from the trees. Above them. Now, Skaere could see one, no two..no three small cameras in the higher branches, and from all three came the slightly tinny sound of a man. He spoke in English, perhaps with an accent, and in drawn out, upper class voice. He sounded like an aristocrat of a century ago. "Run, if you wish, you magnificent beast! There is no quarry I cannot track!"
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From core rules, vehicles are presumed to have (for free) life support appropriate to their function. Sumbamrines dont have to pay for cold, high pressure, or suffocation, and Space Ships have full life support (and presumably, artificial gravity) for free.
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If you are really stretched (it happens) drop a PL or even two. Make her PL 9 built with 150 PP.
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Not one to be left behind, Sunset shoots off. She has Flight 12, at least for this round...!
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"A yell in the brain?" replied Sunset, shaking her head from cobwebs. "You don't want a yell in the brain from me, I can tell you...." she explained. "I only take" She flared a bright orange, a burning orange, all over her black suit. The power of the Radical was scorching through the Psychoreactive Suit. In the sixties, all he did was peer into peoples brains and steal their thoughts. In the advanced technology of the suit, he could pour his psychic energy into pure power. Like a bolt of lightning she took off, racing through the arctic skies leaving a trail of pure psionic energy, glowing a beautiful orange ray over the sky. At this speed, it would be moments before she would catch up, with the other heroes and, with luck, the thief. It just wouldn't last very long...the Sunset power was phenomenal, but its fuel tank was not. That psychic energy was a limited well, and ran dry quickly.
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The dice swing in favour! Synapse is up!
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GM "You are fast, strong even. An olympian on any other night. But this is a very different Olympiad, and a very different night" replied Doctor Zero. He crouched, then sprung backwards, flipping himself mid air, sailing onto the roof of the next building, a clear twenty feet away. His strength, his speed...no human could ever do that. He may not have been as strong as Centurion, but Zero was obviously the product of something other than mere human genes and training. Again, his gun was in his hand as he landed, and, almost casually, he fired another beam of bright cold light, straight into Foreshadow. "So, American, you do not know my every move, do you? You are no match for Zero! You are but a man!"
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So, Zero is back up. He is going to make a standing jump onto the roof of the next building. A 20' Jump! He actually manages this easily, and will use a standard action to fire 1d20+14=29 guess what, he hits! lucky man this thread! That is another DC 18 Fort Damage Save for Foreshadow.
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1d20+10=27 SOz Thev!
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BLeh! Post away!
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The Dukes eyebrows twitched at the name. "Ira Silberman! Really! I know the name!" he said, surprised and excited. "Then you are precisely the person I need talk to! If you have but a fraction of his knowledge on the occult!" He paused to pull and stroke his magnificent sideburns. "I am a scientist, you see, a Doctor, in fact! And yet I can find no scientific way of reversing the slowing down. It is like...it is like swimming through mud, you see. Oh, you can't tell, of course, of course. But my mental faculties are not as fast as they used to be. Everything moves with pace, and I drag my heels. My neural kinetics are way below normal..." he sighed. "So in the absence of explanation, I turn to the occult, of which I am ignorant. Tell me, then, if you know. Is there such an elemental power as speed? can it be harnessed? Can I shock myself back to normal?" he asked, earnestly.
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"Interesting, Interesting!" said Lord Steam, throwing the information around his skull. He pulled Alice to a stop and dropped the anchor. "Let us start to piece together the clues, Blakely! For now, Lorena's ship! We may well get some titbits of information!" After a brief scan through the periscope, he plopped himself into the Airlock and brought out a fancy copper tube with two balls on either side. A small amount of oxygen. Enough to get him up and down. "Best get the spare suit out, Blakely. This one is liable to get rather wet!" As he closed the airlock and let the water in, he realised water was also very cold. "What a miserable experience! Its worse than the army cadets at Eton! And that is some stiff competition!" he complained, recalling being hosed down with ice cold water on training expeditions though cold, languid forests. He took some heavy breaths then submerged himself. With a quick crank of a dial, the hatch opened, and he started for the surface, ready to climb aboard the ship via its anchor chain...
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ok that works for Me, HG. You can use extra effort to double your movement, in which case you pull up close enough to melee attack (or ranged if you want) Feel free to narrate some groovy flips and grappling hooks through skylights or something!
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Medicine ROll from Synapse please. Round 5: 29 - Foreshadow 1 HP Bruise 19 - Doctor Zero 8 - Synapse 3 HP
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GM The sleeper looked half asleep. His eyelids fluttered as he looked at Synapse. "What? Yes, I am the sleeper" he said with an enigmatic smile. "As you can see, this body is soon to sleep, forever...but my mind...yes my mind is ever alive, and alert. You...yes, I can feel it...you play with minds like I do, don't you? Like strings, like puppets, everything and everyone is your plaything, yes, yes..." he said, coughing slightly. He was hooked up to various drips and tubes, and his body looked worn and emaciated. His hair, what little there was of it, was falling out, and grey and dry. His skin looked like it hung of it him, worn and old. "For more than fourty years I have played and planted my seeds. A revolution for the glory of mankind awakes. And I will not miss it...come, child, let me show you..." He offered out his hand, barely able to support its own weight, and limply raised it to Synapse.