Supercape

GM As Dee entered the man's mind, she felt something. It was not slow, or damaged. But it felt like a rail cart, totally devoted, with singular purpose, to the task in hand. Steering it away was a feat of intellectual dexterity and forceful effort. The second man hardly noticed the pull of the first. He might have seem surprised, if his focus was not entirely on agent K. "<That is not the mission. That is not the mission. That is not the mission>" he replied, resolutely, without looking at his partner. Within moments, the two had devolved into a fracas. Arms flailed, pulled this way and that, and before Dee could react, the situation exploded. The two men, one controlled by Dee, the other not, alonside agent K, fell to the floor in a knot of limbs, spinning like a maniac octopus. "<"Help>" shouted Sergeant K as he got dragged down by the man not controlled by Dee. His reward for such a plea was an accidental knee in the face. There was a sharp crunch as his nose broke.

I dont mind! Sorry for the misread. If you want to try disabling them, let me know, otherwise I'll note they are just "tagged".

There looks like there are some disconnect between actual statistics, bonuses they give for some skills and stats, and the enhanced strength power?

Scene cut to HIT? If so, throw me a diplomacy roll for the guards people / reception. Add wealth situational bonus for being all important and rich!

Rene sighed, and took of his glasses, squinting. It would be a devil of a job reading anything without them. Partly because those fabulous glasses translated any text to the eye of the wearer. Partly because, well, hell, they were his glasses, and he was old. He folded them up, neatly and carefully, and pressed them into the hand of the Steam powered giant. "Careful, they are quite fragile" he said, smiling at the thing. "But what, prey tell, is someone like you doing wandering this place and looking for sorcerous sundries? I have seen some marvels in my time, but a steam powered patrol for magic spectacles is novel, to say the least!" he asked, as politely as possible. "Please do me the courtesy of a story! I have been dutifully courteous to your request, madam!" he said with a low and extravagant bow.

I wont! But Rene is getting shot at too!

Rene understood perfectly well. And he didn't like being shot at. Or killed. A musket shot pellet slammed into his shoulder, taking off a little flesh and rebounding. His iron ring was shield and armour for his more mortal flesh. "ouch" he said. It still stung, and he had only just recovered from being shot to death, or at least near death. Bullets frightened him. He clambered behind the wreckage of the carriage, keen to get some cover. "You are welcome to try, English scum!" he shouted back. Of course, not English were scum. They were uncivilised, stuck up, and dry. But not scum. These guys were, though. Another flash of lightning thundered through the air, this time from the skies above, neatly lancing one of the bandits.

1d20+8=24 A bit of a result. MOve Action: See if I can take any cover behind a tree or the remains of the carriage. Standard Action: Another frazzing lightning bolt, from the sky this time! 1d20+8=28 that is my first Crit in ages! Making it a DC 26 Toughness save.

Could we have a computers roll from Synapse as she looks into the central computer bank. DC 20 to get in, do basic stuff, DC 30 to get full access to the Havens log, DC 40 to actually take over the Haven! Also, a disable device roll from Osprey to jam the weapons systems. DC 20 for that. (I read you right using throwing knives to jam them?) Also, note: Tiff named the computer "Vera" IC which sounds good to me!

Grabbing her cane firmly in hand, Pitch blazed a way to a nearby four by four, left by the departing mercenaries. At least they were out of the equation. Nikki looked like she was coming out the worst in the battle of the titans before her, which was probably the first, and maybe the last time that Pitch did not Revel in a demon getting pounded in front of her. She would do what she could to even the odds. Damn, that's a new one...she conceded. Helping a demon... She crouched over the bonnet of the vehicle, and, summoning up the power of the infernal forge, threw a bolt of black, smouldering steel at the demon. Tazel, where are you? whats happening! she yelled psychically through her head. "Come and get some, sucker!" she yelled at Tadyofyla.

Yoikes, poor Nikki! So, smoke wont do it, it seems. I doubt fire will either. So lets go for a straight chain attack. 1d20+10=15 hwah! its not going well. Move action to see if I can take cover any where?

Sam had to acknowledge the Man was handsome, and her type. He looked a bit like the Radical...and despite her love for him, she really wished the Radical was flesh and bone. Hey, with this suit, I can be flesh and bone, again, honeychild! You don't need this dude, I mean, free love and all, baby, but... ...Don't worry, mister. I'm just looking... His voice inside her head calmed her down a bit. He was a jerk, but she loved him for it. The Sunset suit was, at this time, a spandex number, covering her entire body with a grey-black skin hugging number, leaving only her head and hands exposed. "Take me tommorow, Tommorow!" she quipped, hands crossed and smiling. What the hell are we getting into... ...this is going to be far out, man, out of this world! its like that time I was with Morrison and we dropped some heavy.. Another time, lover. Time to go! she interrupted him, not wishing him to go down that road.

Also, Reflex rolls for the T Rex 1d20+5=11, 1d20+5=19 Just fails, so slowed.

Which puts Hronos at 1 HP and 2 Injuries Anomaly makes two reflex roll for that Area Attack: 1d20+12=30, 1d20+12=30 Holy Schmoley! Post that away, then Ill wrap up this round with the stuff!

GM "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" Even her voice sounded green. As Miss Grue went back to the thrill Mall girls, one of them had stood up, shrieking. Her skin had turned a mottled green, along with her eyes and hair. She even seemed to be exhaling a faint green breath. The mall shoppers around her were undeniably alarmed too, not just at the piercing wail of despair, but of the site of a luminous green mall girl. Her wails were soon harmonised by the other two girls. To be fair, they had slightly different shades of green. On closer examination, the green was not even uniform, but streaky. To add insult to injury. One quick minded shopper pulled out a cell phone and dialed 911. "Help! We have a...a...er...um...we have a...Hell, I don't know what to call it, but you better send an ambulance!"

Also, X ray Vision is 3 PP (Penetrates Concealment 4 PP, Power Loss: Lead etc -1PP)

1d20+5=14 He is yours! Take it away.

I realised that Hronos HP got left off the last round, going back, if he expends one now, I make him down to 1 HP again! Which Means Hronos is up!

Rene struggled manfully against the horses, whipping the reins left and right, pulling them, up, down, and finally twisting them into a knot. "Blasted horses!" he cursed as the Carriage smashed into a tree. "Too many damn legs, not enough brains". The impact shook him off the chair, stumbling into the upper shards of the cracked tree. Splinters of wood rained over him, but by some miracle he was unharmed, rather than a wrecked body impaled by a flyaway wheel. He did not often lose his temper, but he felt justified now. "Brigand swine!" he shouted, and without any particular elegance or artistry, stumbled up and unleashed a wild lightning bolt through the forest air.

1d20+2=15! Well I guess that makes Rene up now. So I guess Ill fire of a blast of magic! at one of the riders. 1d20+8=11 bah!

Yes. Sense Motive DC 0... Seriously I think we can safely say Dee gets the grasp of whats going on with her high INT and WIS!

GM Prince Kahn, perhaps wisely, kept quiet and humble as Amir went to work. It did not take long, thanks to Amirs skill and, in this case, impatience! There was one obvious target. A Mr. Abdul Assaf, apperently Turkish, moved to Freedom City a month ago. Mr. Assuf was working in the Hanover Institute of Technology, as a laboratory assistant. A lowly job for such a brilliant man, no doubt. Morsi would be eating humble pie, but on the other hand, the position would be giving excellent access to laboratory equipment. A little digging raised suspicions over the whole procedure of pass port and immigration, and even job application. Not enough to pin anything down "Mr. Assaf", but on the other hand, enough for alarm bells to ring. There was no way of knowing for sure that Assaf and Morsi were one and the same, but the circumstantial evidence all pointed to that being the case.

GM The curses of the two men where crisp, blunt, and unrepeatable. For his clumsy stagger and perilous performance, Erick recieved more than one elbow in his chest, but nothing he couldn't take. There was no doubting the strength and muscle of these two men, though. Erick could feel their power. The lobby erupted. Some watched the show, some took photographs, and many backed away. Erick could see the stuffy and snobby doorman rush in, his scowl evaporating when he saw the more intimidating men. He could the receptionist pluck up his phone and say something about security... ...clearly without need. Two burly security guards - and good ones, too, given the class of the Lobby, arrived, although they slowed pace when they saw what was happening, doubt and maybe fear in their eyes. Sergeant K collapsed to his knees, bruised and scared. "<Good thinking...>" he mumbled at Erick, fear gripping him, and with eyes locked on the American like he was a life jacket.

theological architecture aside, this concept has some interesting prospects for complications. Like a brand on the forehead that glows is she lies (as a method of ensuring "goodness")

Sam widened her eyes in shock at the appearance, and if she was honest, at the attractive form of Dr Tomorrow. She had a thing for blondes. She rolled back in her chair, without thinking. Perhaps worried that she would be caught in an explosion, or worse. She prided herself on being pretty composed and professional at work. But this was pretty jaw dropping even by the measure of her own rather extreme experiences. "History needs me? Save history?" she blubbered, scraping back composure like an uphill struggle. "I mean, yeah, sure...heaven knows I have done that before" she answered, remembering how she saved the Radical. Kinda. "Who are you? some kind of time traveller? where are we going? what's happening?" she asked, click click click with questions. She had a reflex urge to read his mind. But then, she couldn't read minds. He could. She picked up her handbag, and brought out the folded paper thin psycho-reactive suit that housed him. The Radical. Her lover. Just touching it sparked him to waking, and that touch was a mental conversation. Far out, man! said the Radical, full of excitement once she had filled him in. Thats so awesome! just like you saved me, honeychild...now we get to save the future! I bet it's all about rampant industrialisation of the planet...we have to get back to nature, man...save the planet! Yeah...umm...might be something else though...she answered back, appreciating his love, bamboozled by his single minded jumping to conclusions, despite his professed "open mind". "The answer is yes" she said to Dr Tommorow. "But I do have to change..."