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Ok so just a straight forward leap / run / wall walking 3 to keep pace (if he can?) If he has a move action spare from that, he will use an unmodified attack: 1d20+12=29 If it hits, a DC 23 Toughness save
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"Damnit! She goes and pulls some Tarzan thing!" said the shocked Mess and Strand swung away across the city, like a spider swinging on its web. "And in my streets too!" he said, angrily. Sure, he protected the whole of the City. But the Fens were his streets, and he wanted to keep them clean. Hell knew there was a lot of cleaning to do there. The last thing they needed was a supervillainess prowling them. With another mighty bound his fizzing bloody form leapt after her. He felt a vague tingle in his body...how far can I go? I've never been quite this far away from my body...my real body....he felt a kind of stretch, a slippery feeling on his bloody skin. Stupid time to do a field test, he realised, banging the side of his bloody head with a bloody fist... He concentrated on Strand again, aiming his body like a dart and propelling himself towards her, bloody fist windmilling as he approached...
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GM One teleport later... Rural Wales... It was, predictably, raining. Despite the overcast sky, Wales was beautiful, green, lush, with deeply rolling hills. The air was cool but not chilly, and clean as one could wish for. The traveller community was but a short jaunt from where they landed, a minute or two walk for Synapse, and much less for Young Brittania. It was half destroyed, smoke still coming from one fire-gutted camper van, and signs of other damage, both by fire and violence, all around. A car had been driven into a tree. About the only functional thing left was a police car, left by two policemen who were interviewing the two dozen travellers that had not been carted off to hospital or police cells and were moping around angry, sad, or plain shocked.
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GM The ship was a sturdy and impressive beast. It would not dare call itself "unsinkable", but a few foolish fantasies of that ilk had been entertained, contrary to the wisdom of history. Its hull was thick, strong, and well designed. Its interior was not as robust, of course, but the doors to the entertainment room were a nice thick oak, polished and splendid. Alas, their splendour was now lost. As thick as they were, the elemental power of water was too much for them. The doors exploded into the entertainment hall with a mighty sound of cracking wood, and a hail of showering splinters. A few passengers caught some shards of wood, getting a few minor scrapes and cuts. Nothing remotely serious, other than the sly smile of a lawyer guest who mentally clocked Tsunami and, almost as a reflex, started noting down the superficial splinters in his head. As for Captain Blood, he jumped in shock, and his musket pistol went off in surprise, shattering a chandelier above them. "Curses!"
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That is no problem at all! They are not strong enough to blast that, so they splinter spectacularly! Whilst that clearly alerts all to your presence (but they are still flat footed on suprise round), it also gives everyone a nice +2 bonus to intimidate checks this suprise round and round 1. Temperance is up!
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GM Inside the officials head... What a motherland of all screw ups! Our best athlete, running naked across the pitch!!! Heads will roll, for sure. Just gotta make sure its not mine! Putin will be livid! Gotta put the blame on Blonsky! Hey, he may be good, but better him than me!!! I just gotta try to clear all this mess up! Act like nothing happened...make sure Russia can still put on a good show and this gets forgotten...yeah, like how are people ever going to forget this? they will be laughing over it for the next a hundred years! I bet it was Blonsky anyway, everybody is talking about how he is driving his team crazy - literally. Drugs, brainwashing...I don't want to know. Last guy who wanted to know, he had a "car accident"... Get this guy Farrington and his crazy ass sister back into the game...fast! smooth it over...nothing happened....nothing happened.... Nevsky has enough sedatives to kill an ox...and he was as strong as one too...what the hell was Blonsky pumping into him! He nearly trashed the medical station. Gotta a six man swat team on him now, they say...and chained to the bed...
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Just a regular official with +0 will...so I'm going to say that succeeds!
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Ill wait to see that question before Pitch acts!
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Yeah soz, he is a chemist! High Fort save due to Putty-abilities! More to be revealed!
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Want to do a paragraph intro for that, Rav?
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An easy hit - but DeRombert appears stronger than he looks! 1d20+12=23 Post that attack!
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Ok so if Catalyst is whipping up something, an effective on/off switch for the "Pheremone" thingy to attract the big T - Lets go for a Physical Sciences DC 25 roll to design it - +2 situational bonus as its up her street. Your skill mastery automatically makes this. DC 25 Chemical Craft to whip it up, and again Catalyst can skill mater this. So, Roo, feel free to pretty much narrate what you want to build for Osprey (providing you want to!) and we can say its done fairly quickly.
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GM "Controllable, eh?" said Blackpool, the concept rummaging around his cranium. "That is always the aim of science, control, wouldn't you say?" he said, turning his head to Catalyst. "It should be possible. A reagent perhaps, something to activate or deactivate the DNA tracer as it leaves your body. Might not smell or look nice, but I guess you have bigger things to worry about than style..." He furrowed his head. "The DNA activation though, that's more biochemistry than genetics. I knew there was a good reason to have Dr Beniot around!" he said, snapping his fingers, smiling at Catalyst. "And the Haven, even not fully cleared, has the best facilities in the country, on a par with anywhere else in the world I know of. I am sure we can whip up something!"
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Arise! Necromancy! Im going to try a few more kicker threads, if anyone is interested in this post here (or indeed if anyone wants to GM one).
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Cant match that! He is flat footed etc sneak attack
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Sure
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"Er yeah, I can handle myself real well..." gulped Harry in response to Lucy. For an instance, he felt a swell of uncomfortable macho pride kick in, responding to a beautiful woman. Even if her not-alive status made him a bit uncomfortable, he found Lucy Ravishing. Not for long however. As beautiful and ravishing as Lucy was, it was no match for his fear and sweat. "Why do you think I keep the lug around?" he asked, jabbing his finger at the Mess. "My chest is smaller than his arms, thats why!" he spluttered before stepping back into the Chevvy. "Yeah, yeah, circling around, got it..." he sighed, kicking the argumentative Chevvy into gear again, to the tune of a small explosion and chug of black gas from its exhaust. With that, he drove off, circling the building. "Hey, I dunno about stealth, lady. I can do that if ya want. Its just I ain't got the brains like you and Harry!" smiled the Mess, clonking the side of his head with his fist.
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Thats doable, if she goes 2D and gets the old "hide in plain sight" thing. Otherwise, I guess it will have to be some narration about leaving then sneaking back in?
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Ummm. With a bluff roll yes! (A sucker punch!)
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ic Earth Victoriana: The Face of Politics
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM DeRombert glared at her ferociously, turning purple with rage. Being defeated in a battle of tongues with a woman was more than he could bear or tolerate. The veins on the side of his regal head throbbed. "Outrageous! Outrageous! You know nothing, Madame! " he squealed. "How dare you question me? Me! Doctor DeRombert! Creator of the chemical marvels that will change the world!" he shouted. "You may laugh and mock with your feminist ideals, your women's vote and such horrors, but you will not laugh soon! No! I have created a miracle of science! The world is at my fingertips!" he said, shouting and laughing at the same time. He whirled round, breaking open a bubbling pot, and dug his hands in. When he brought them out, a grey ooze, like liquid concrete, was clumped in each hand. "DeRomberts Putty!" he proclaimed laughing loud with rage. -
Although Pitch felt the psychic lashing of the demon, it was like the touch of a feather running down her spine. She could feel the tattoo itch slightly, not unpleasantly, but a tingle. She cracked her fist. The demons here were little danger for her. Whatever else her screwed up father did to her, this much was true: his ink protected her from any infernal power. But that didn't mean others were safe. "Stay back, Nick..." she muttered. "They can't hurt me. Whilst I, on the other hand..." She lurched forward, and jammed the Cantos Cane, singing and whistling a horrible Latin screech, onto the head of the nearest Demon. "You are mine, buster!" she said, forcing her will into the demon, binding it with the strange power of her father's cane...
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Well Pitch will do an attack of some sort.,... 1d20+10=22 I imagine hits. If the scales here allow a move action to reach a demon, then that attack roll is to bind (from the Cantos Cane) Opposed mind control roll: 1d20+10=24 If scales dont allow that, then a move action to get closer, and a Standard Action to snare again with some chains (so a DC 20 Reflex Snare effect)
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ic Earth Victoriana: The Face of Politics
Supercape replied to Supercape's topic in The Realms Beyond
GM At the Royal Society for Metaphysical Engineering... The snivelling aid bowed far to deeply and retreated. "Of course of course, we aim to please! the faculty has an open door policy to investors and esteemed individuals, please please, we are at your service!" he garbled, stepping backwards out of DeRombert's laboratory and carefully shutting the doors as he left. "Well, well, what is your business here, madame?" said DeRombert, not quite meeting her gaze. He tried to snatch away the bubbling glassware that Carrie had picked up. "I am in the middle of some very important experiments. No contamination can be allowed! Pfah! This is the world of scientists, madame! the female cranium, with all its particular and charming arrangements, is not suited to science. It requires a man's cool detachment! I have no idea how that charlatan Ms Wells managed to hoodwink the Society into accepting her. Her feminine wiles must have played havoc on some true genius, causing his heart to overcome his mind! Pfah! No such guile and womanly sensibilities shall affect my head!" he declared, tapping his steep cranium proudly. -
Ok so lets move forward to the main event. Firstly a Fort Save DC 12 for the cold - another trek. Situational bonus +2 from clothing. Then, another explosion hits - debris falling. A DC 15 Reflex save to avoid a damage 5 effect. Cord is KO'd from falling rocks!
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GM "You did pretty well" said Cord, smiling at her. "Especially for a kid. I won't put you in charge of an interrogation just yet, but you did well. And this is the field, kid. In the field, you often just got to do the best you can do" he explained, flicking his gun and his taser back into the holsters with a quick check on them. Cord looked back to the horizon. "If we got an hour before that glue melts, then we best get cracking. We can't be far off. Just got to hope that we are in time, and no other hunters are after our quarry" A while later... The terrain was getting more harsh, rock covered with snow, the trees thinning, and the flats turning to hills then ravines and mountains. It wasn't much harder going, but it was still hard. And cold. And then, an explosion. It was ahead, maybe a mile, maybe even less, on an elevated crag of rock that was neither big enough to be a mountain nor small enough to be a hill. But it was loud, loud and powerful. Cord clapped his ears as the deafening boom hit them. The air whipped past both of them, causing Cord to take a step back from the force of the explosion even at this distance. "Dear God, he is getting more powerful" he shouted through deafened ears. Up ahead, a cloud of debris and dust, that arced into the air, and started raining down on them. "Take Cover!" he yelled, as rocks started landing around them. Before he could move further, a rock the size of Jay's fist landed on him, a glancing blow to the head, which caused Cord to collapse backwards, his scalp bleeding and his body folding, unconscious.