Supercape

GM Cord frowned deeply. "I dunno, taking orders from a kid" he muttered, as he brought up his gun and reflected on in a moment. "And I should have brought a damn hunting rifle..." he sighed. "Goes with the job" he concluded, before settling down into the light snow. The day was crisp and cold, with a very light snow falling, and little wind. Not perfect conditions for a hunt, but it could have been a lot worse, he reflected. The hunters themselves did not seem to have noticed Cord and Jay. They were on foot, and looked at least reasonably professional. The trail was not so cold now, their quarry not so fair away in this bleak but beautiful Canadian landscape. And the men seemed to have a mixture of excitement and anxiety about it.

1d20+6=14 for notice check

1d20+10=16 Which I guess means shaken status!

Thanks. I did a few minor format edits. Complications look good. APPROVED! And enjoy!

1d20+10=24 is that emotion control subtle (does she notice it?) if so, I guess its a snare, but with a reflex save of 26, doesnt that avoid the chain?

"Dammit! I am in control!" she answered, beating her chest. It wasn't true, of course, or at least wasn't totally true. Her life was spinning out of control from the moment she popped out of her mother. But, she always took comfort from the fact that she controlled the fact that it was out of control. And nobody else controlled her. "At least, nobody controls me! damn them, nobody controls me!" she said, shouting at him and feeling the rage pouring forth from her. She could virtually feel the fire of the infernal forge pouring through her, she could feel the urge to take a deep breath and spew fire like a dragon, burning this strange kid to a cinder. Yet a small part of her held back. Maybe it was caution, a caution born of dealing with trickster demons, of knowing that her foul temper and wild emotions could be played, and often where. Maybe it was the oddity of a nerd kid who suddenly knew how to handle demons, and had grown up with a century of machivellian wisdom and deceit. Or maybe it was the sting of the words, John with a broken spine - her own spine aching with the pains of her tattoo that had crippled her at birth. "And I'm going to save John, even if it kills me!" she swore, not thinking about her words, and running off to the roof edge where John had fallen, to gaze down...

GM Meanwhile...with the Caretaker... Hronos was engaging in polite conversation with the extremely polite Caretaker, who seemed to remain graceful and dust free in his shiny perfect costume, as if in perfect stasis. "I have heard of your Mechanodynames. They are not a study of the Time Agency, whose resources have been entirely committed to managing the Collapse entity. Nevertheless, the archives do speak of them. Information is, regrettably scant, and, I am afraid the Agency is very circumspect with the sharing of information. Undue information can alter the course of history, something the agency tries to preserve" "At what cost" whispered an irritable John Smith, whose normally irritable tone was, it should be noted, muted by the pleasant tranquil of the null zone. The caretaker gave a polite nod of apology to Hronos. "You do, I am sure, understand the position of not sharing information..." he asked, polite as always.

Sorry for letting this slide, I think Graft has just acted so Starchaser is up!

"The Village" replied Carmen, after a moments consideration. It was true, getting lost in the woods was, she reasoned, a recipe for disaster. She could see well enough in the dark, but if darkness fell it would mean complete disorientation for the rest of them. And on this island, with everything twisting and warping, who knew what could happen. No, they shouldn't get lost. The Village, at least, would have landmarks, not endless trees and the madness of being without direction. And in terms of understanding Acheron, it was a toss up. "Its safer, and a smaller area to cover. But safer doesn't mean safe, not by a long shot. We ain't safe till we are off this island. And we ain't off this island till we work out what the hell happened here" she said. And with that, she turned to take the motley crew towards St. Blaise Village.

Harry the Hound sniffed the air. "So, we gots ourselves a do-goodin Vigilante roamin' the streets of Freedom City? What is the guy? A policeman? widow? or a D.I.Y expert who just happens to be really good at tying knots?" he asked everybody. "Whats the deal with this rope, anyhows? you sent it off for analysis, I guess? those brain boxes at the forensics found anything on it? what's it made of? some super duper fibre? weaved with the latest alloy from the Atom family? or we got some voodoo deal going down...like the hairs of a seventh son of a seventh son?" he said, avoiding Revenants eye. He couldn't help find Lucy both beautiful and talented, but also differently-alive. And whilst he knew some serious spooky stuff happened in Freedom City, it always gave him shivers down the spine. Then again, a whole lot of stuff gave the hound shivers down his spine.

Behavioural Sciences Knowledge Roll for Velocity, untrained. DC15

GM "The process is complete. He can be awakened now..." replied the agent, barely looking up. He was not lying, either, in a few moments, the med unit slid open and Lord Robert Harrow stirred. "Mmm...wuazzatt....Megan....mmm....Four and twenty sir....rumblswizmsm...howzat! mwlwrumwhaw...and then Cressida jumped on the scrumpy stick!" he yelped, as he awoke, completely disorientated. "There may be some after affects, disorientation, confusion, disinhibition, for the next hour or so. Nothing to worry about, perfectly normal" explained the agent, causally. Velocity caught the faintest of grins on his partners face. "Megan, why you look positively splendid in all that fancy spandex hoo-har gear! what a jolly little place this! why, its like the lecture hall with old Batears Billingham giving us a lecture on some dreary German physicist. Why, you look tastier than a tasty crumpet, my love! how about a kiss! where are we? what is this place? why, I don't even know what time it is, how peculiar! what a rum old thing! how about a jot of rum for old times sake, Megsy? Like in that pub in Cambridge, the ghastly one, where old Henry Peckingforth used to sing kareoke...." he spewed his words, before finishing with a brief redintion of Elvis Presley's "Love me tender", in a slightly slurred voice. Velocity would not have been surprised if his eyes were slightly crossed.

GM "The Beast Rune cannot be contained or controlled by flesh..." hissed Gauntlet through his tinny voice. "It is only the strength of steel that can be its master. You are not fit for its power. Ever seeking to limit, restrain, for fear that you will break...that is why you are weak, and that is why I am strong...." said the grating helm, flaring with deep power. It was no idle boast, either. Gauntlet maintained his single minded purpose, arrogance even - if the armor even had that degree of personality. Whatever spirit flared inside him, he was stronger than ever, powered by magic and spirit that crushed with inexhaustible force on Arcturus. The bear remained gripped tightly in, ironically, a bear hug.

That is indeed, you have the drop on them.

Expelling Tazel was never a pleasant experience, on the edge of pain, and over the edge of nausea, but it was tolerable - a bit like throwing up. When it came unexpectedly and suddenly, like now, it caught her without the steel of preparation, and she felt a sickly adrenaline and faintness from the rush. "What are you doing up here?" she asked. She had initially dismissed the young man as a nerd fan. That would teach her to dismiss anybody. "This ain't the time - or the place" she said, still giddy. "And that trinket of mine is no toy! it's a damn devil stick!" she said, regaining her balance and brushing her hair back. She was so indignant she barely registered that yet another person had seen her as Pitch. The rumour will would get hard to contain soon. "Just what is it you want? I'm busy saving a man's soul...and....he's just fallen off the side of a building..." she finished, rather awkwardly...

That is no way being a jerk! That's being awesome! I don't play RPGs for my character to be in control... The metalhead fan, I love it! Ok for reference, preparing action for now, asking questions. The devil stick has got infernal descriptions but play with that how you like (its an awesome scene!) If he attacks or does anything offensive, ill use that prepared action to react with a chain snare, an unshifted attack 1d20+10=29 which I guess would hit (if not, I am in real trouble!) so a DC 20 Reflex Save Snare attack. (Rolling very well at the moment...I'm gonna have to choose to flunk a roll soon!)

GM "No decision is a decision" replied the agent, working away on the medical unit. "I am now extrapolating the DNA from you and Robert and fusing them according to our own template. As you are aware, it only requires one cell, and we have artificial womb technology here..." he said, calmly focussed on the device at hand. "Philosophy is a luxury for the idle and safe, I am afraid. And I, like the agency here, are neither. And, to be honest, we have permission from at least one parent..." He paused. "Of which I cannot say. But you know of whom I speak. You have, after all, met him here before..." he finished. "There, it is done! The first cell made. Now, to transfer to our womb, and the babe will be born...in hours, with our technology...as I said, Velocity, or Megan...no decision is a decision..."

GM In the cab... "Hmph" grumbled Lord Pennyworth for the umpteenth time. "Can't believe the nerve of those damn Luddites! don't they know how to treat their betters! the raw cheek of them! I shall be proposing a bill to the house on the matter, just you see, young lady!" he said, stamping his foot. He frowned and massaged his temples, swaying left to right in a slightly nauseated and intoxicated manner. "I still find it extraordinary that a young lady of your meagre stature gave those plebs a right jolly good seeing to! extraordinary, I say! was I seeing things? have you been to Japan? or Hong Kong? or perhaps you are one of M's spies?" he asked, his intelligence briefly flashing through his haze of booze. "Never mind, never mind. What say you to a pretty proposal! I have to give a speech tomorrow, at Hyde park, and I have no wish to fight off a mob of raving lunatics. If they want to have their say, they should jolly well go and form their own raving lunatic party, that's what I say!" he belched, ignoring the fact that the luddites had indeed formed their own small and largely unsuccessful political party. "What say you use those remarkable oriental bartitsu skills to service? nobody will suspect some slip of a girl. How do you fancy being my body guard? I'll pay you two, no three, three sterling for the service!" he said, proudly.

GM "Its called a classic for a reason" answered the Blonde man, as cool as a cucumber "the end do justify the means. Would you kill one person to save ten? no? then you have, in effect, killed ten to save one. Non action is morally no different from inaction" he replied, a man who clearly had thought about this. He did not answer with blind fever, or certainty, but with the gravity of consideration. "Why you? there were many suitable time streams, and many unsuitable ones. We had to pick one, we picked yours. The taint is low, the problems...limited. A balance between a time stream where the Collapse entity was not strong, and one where he could yet be born. A time stream where things were finely balanced. A time stream were the confrontation, the war, will be decided" he said. "These words are cold to you, are they not? I was not always cold. I had a family once, a warm world, warmed than yours, until Collapse was born into it, and our world was crushed into the entity. I still hold that warmth to me, and it is inside me still. My actions are not born from coldness, or hate. None of our actions are. They are born from that warmth that is being sapped" he said, sadly. "So, the time has come, we will create your son, or you will try to stop us" he said, simply, and bent over to start work on the Frozen Robert and the med unit he was in.

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Looking good! A few minor points I think...mainly niggles but also I think I have freed up one EP for you! Equipment: The Dagger, according to M&M core rules is 4 EP. In addition, we usually annotate what the power is (in this case, Strike 1, Feats Might, Improved Crit 1, Thrown) although as its in the core rule book not vital - just handy! The same goes for Undercover Vest (Protection 3, Subtle) and Smoke Grenade (Visual Obcure 2). Again, not vital but helpful. Whilst you need 1 more EP for Dagger (or knife or whatever you want to call it), the good news is we dont make people pay for over the counter equipment that does not mimic powers. in other words, Digital audio Recorder and Handcuffs cost 0 EP (by all means keep them in to say you carry them around). This frees up a spare EP! Complications: I dig the Shadow Step complication in principle. Complications work best as dichotomous "On/off" things, whereas things like working at half power and so on are best mechanically as limitations. The reason is that its a bit difficult to judge exactly when teleporting at half distance rather than full distance really becomes a complication. One to ponder for you - I would suggest (and its only a suggestion) either changing that to a limitation of the power (2 ranks of it are limited to only in shadows) or going full on with the complication - it fails in full darkness or bright light. Supersenses 4: THis is actually Supersenses 4 and seems to be have added up as 4 in your power totals, but you have annotated it as 3 PP?. Also, technically, accurate is not an extra. Best annotates just as Supersenses 4 (Darkvision, Accurate normal hearing) [4PP] Everything else looks spiffy!

That will miss I think! Posting that IC?

Still need IC post from Arcturus re the grappling (if you wish) Then Round 5 26 Revenant - Unharmed - 0 HP - 30 Feet down tunnel 22 Chance - Unharmed, 30 feet down tunnel, prone 19 Arcturus - Pinned - 0 HP 13 Gauntlet - Unharmed - Grappling Revenant is up again.

GB Back at Hanover Zoo... "Why there, mighty fine pleasure to see you, Miss Britannia, and you too, Mister Heraldo, Sir" said Willis, doffing his Zookeeper hat and flashing them both a brilliant toothy grin that lived in exuberance on his face. "Ahm feeling dandy, just dandy today, thanks to you, Ma'am! that light of yours, you should bottle it and sell it, I say. My wife, she never seen me so fine! said she thought I was ten years younger yesterday, I swear!" he explained, with a wink. "The swamp, you say? Well, I can show you to that corner of the Zoo, my pleasure!" The Zoo itself had several micro-ecologies, the swamp being one of them, housing alligators, frogs, snakes, and a whole megarie of insects and buzzing things, as well as a teeming flora. Willis twiddles his thumbs. "Well, here it is. Stay out, dangerous animals, that's the rules. Only qualified zookeepers past the wire" he explained, pointing to the reinforced glass that separated the visitors from the dangerous animals. "Guess I can let you guys in with me, though, as I am qualified and you are my guests!"

GM "Cloning? No, not exactly" replied the agent. "We are, if you like, giving you a son. A son free from the connection with the Collapse entity. That is something you wouldn't get anywhere else" he explained. "And yes, we could have asked. But, to be honest, with the future of the multiverse at stake, your answer would have been irrelevant. That may seem callous from your perspective, but from anybody else's, no. Asking you would risk your refusal and you taking precautions to avoid this desperate plan" "So, here we are" he finished, examining the frozen Robert. "Our process is complete. Robert Harrow is now, genetically, free. And now, you are here to either let us save the universe by creating a son for you, or damn us all to Collapse" he said, voice like tombstones.