Supercape

No probs with the survival / fort roll, of course! Notice check - that is pretty damn good! So, at a distance of 110 feet, you spot a group of four hunters making in the snow, wearing arctic camo gear and with sniper rifles, ahead of you, making their way following the trail. They are also trying to be stealthy. On that note, lets have a stealth roll from you to see if they spot you!

1d20+6=20 How about that!

GM "Robert has...surely...been feeling the effects of the Stopwatch, yes? a...craving? perhaps? the effect is as much psychological as genetic, although we can at least remove the latter. But you must have noticed the effect it has on him. Nervousness around the stopwatch, anxiety, nightmares. An acute sense of..time..." he paused, to see if anything he was saying was registered. "The process is virtually complete. We have nearly removed the genetic contaminant of the Stopwatch. The effect if akin to a virus, in some ways, but works not only on the DNA but in quantum causation. The analogy is suitable, however. I am afraid a more detailed explanation would take some time. You may have it, with your super speed. I don't" he explained. "The next stage was...is...the creation of an uncontaminated baby, here, in the Null Zone. Your child, who would, we hope, be unconnected to the Collapse entity, and would potentially be able to utilise the stopwatch against him. A rather disturbing thought, to fight against yourself. But it is about the only plan we have..." he explained. "And it is a risky one at that. If nothing else, the Collapse entity will try to stop us..."

Silence Tazel! snapped Carmen in her mind, losing patience with both herself and the demon insider her. Her head was spinning. She sure couldn't trust the twisted tongues of the infernal folk. Which meant she had to do her best to trust somebody. Even if John had outright lied to her, she had to believe in him. She cut of the smoke. "John, please. Trust me. I don't want to fight you, I want to help you. I may look like somethin' out of Dante's Inferno, but that's just cause I got a knack for dealing with devils rather than them dealing with me" she implored. "So lets just start being straight with one another, yeah? if you don't like it, we can just go back to bashing our brains out together, and I'm sure some cackling imp somewhere will get a good laugh out of it..."

Gonna stop fighting and give the monologue anyhows. See what happens! (probably eat dirt again,...!)

No you are good! Concentration check only needed if dazed! As an aside, you may wish to buy second chance for both unarmed strike damage and grapple damage. Unarmed damage might be considered a bit broad and to only cover the basic strike...no need to stress about this here, just a suggestion.

Rene turned to Deadbeat. "My friend Henri, go, look after the Circus, and make sure ze spirits are high, Non? A gay tune to raise spirits, over ze speakers, perhaps?" he asked. The Man from Martinique flashed a bright white smile, although his eyes were dark. Something about the sombre darkness raised a chill even in him, who had walked in dark places when dead. "A song and a dance? I've played to worse crowds!" he answered, turning heel and offing. It was true, too. The dead had danced to his beat. Rene turned to the red slits. "Monsieur Jingles, I presume? Come to see ze show? I think it shall be a gay evening! perhaps you could share in the fun!" he asked, politely.

The Mess may have been a bit slow on the uptake, but fear of Lucy's withering gaze had focussed his mind. As soon as they were in to the Agency, after his partners fumbling fingers had dropped the keys twice in sweaty fingers desperate to beat Lucy there, he bounded to the Calender and flipped it to December 2013, where Jane Hoopers sizzlin' photo promised to "spread some winter heat". "That's great Lance" said Harry, mopping his brow. "Mona-Glenn Bridge. I got it. I think I even know the place from back in the day" he said, rubbing his forehead. Being a beat cop, you tended to get a handle on the lines and furrows of the city. He was almost tempted to make off without Lucy, to avoid a discussion on hanging the painting. But despite the temptation, his cowardly essence would triumph over transitory shame any day of the week. "Keep the chevvy warm, partner. We just got to wait for the old 'gal and then we can check it out!"

1d20+32=48 Another good roll by Gauntlet, Sorry Gran. Post that away, and Gauntlet will respond with a straightforward crush on Arcturus, a toughness DC 31 Attack!

Huh...I don't often agree with you, Tazel...but these are strange days full of strange things. "I'm sure I'm up to it" she replied to William through gritted teeth, even if her leg ached through red and welted flesh. "Although when I get back to Freedom City I'm booking into a hotel, and blowing my money on a few days being waited on whilst I soak in a warm bath day and night" she said, almost feeling the luxury melt over her skin. "And I'll have damn well earned it to, in this hell hole. And I mean that literally" she joked. But as she started to go forward, she stopped, halting a moment. This felt wrong. She itched to go and fight demons - that was what she did. But that wasn't the way out of this mess. She had to work out what was happening. There were demons everywhere here, and chasing after a big, bad, and presumably ugly one, was not necessarily going to help. On top of that, she was leaving the others. And there was something suspicious about the whole thing anyway. "But no" she said, drawing herself back. "This is hunting, but in the wrong direction. We need to find out what Acheron was up to, not fly off on some wild goose chase...." she said, turning back to the mansion. "Lets stick together. We need to solve the mystery of what Acheron was up to. Where did he frequent? that old village?"

"What pinup?" blustered Harry, fiddling with his tie. "You mean the illustrated calender? *cough* well, we gotta keep that, y'know, on account of being professional, y'know. Important to keep track of time and everything. You know, so we can keep track of important dates and everything" Truth was, it was stuck on May 2011. But Wendy Peaks was a real knockout. He hoped, against all experience of Lucy's eye, that she hadn't noticed the date. "Anyway, we better stay on track with this investigation. No time for idle chit chat, eh? good work with that painting. Lets see what Lance can run on it. Meantime, I think we should catch up at the agency. Perhaps Lance may have something for us by then. If not, we can plan what to do next" he explained. "Come on, big guy" he said to his short but powerful friend. "Lets go back and catch up with the lady, and see if we can't beat her to it, and change the Calender to this month before she notices..."

GM In the Snooty Fox... "That's the spirit! The workers salute you!" said Ned, saluting Cannonade, with this cronies all following suit almost in unison. "Now, it so happens that I have just the ticket for a little speech. We have a real toff, a Lord Pennyworth, Tory Minister, making a speech tomorrow in Hyde Park about industry and research, the normal brainwashing propoganda to fool the masses that scientific progress will benefit the common man..hahaha! good thing we know better!" he laughed. Hisses resounded around the timber of the pub. Science! Industry! Progress! Punctuated by the not too occasional sound of spitting. "Anyway, I have a plan! I'm going to make Pennyworth look like a total fool! I have an impersonator, a special trick of mine! and after he makes an ass of himself on stage, you come on, as Cannonade, and make a total botch job too! then, the Luddites come in to sweep up, and bring back honesty and fair play to the people of this fair land!" he said, completely oblivious to his contradictions, his eyes shining with fervour. "It's all set for Tommorow at noon! if you are in, just drink with us, have the night here, and we set off tomorrow after a slap up breakfast!"

GM Outside the Sterling... "Wha...who..." blustered a rather sloshed and rather disorientated Lord Pennyworth. "My word! Those where Luddites! Ruddy Luddites! I'll show them! The Ruddy lot of them! I was head of the reserve Rugby team at the old Etonian's for two years running you know! Pennyworth fighting spirit and all that!" he blurted, raising his fists in a manner that demonstrated the vestiges of basic pugilistic skill drowning in a few decades of lost memories and alcohol impaired reflexes. "I say, aren't you that impertinent young lady from the club! a lady! what the devil did you do? never saw such a thing! where you fighting them?" he asked, shaking his head. "What did you do? some kind of bartitsu or something?" he asked, rather stunned as his mind soaked in just what Carrie had did. His slow working brain was beginning to absorb it when a cab arrived. "I say, I say, there is more to you than meets the eye, hmmm hmmm?" he said, tapping his nose, and missing on one of the three taps. "I could use someone like you, you know! someone who knows a thing or two, hmm hmm! what do you say?"

"To the new Parish? or to new friends? why not to both?" said Rene, generously. He was no fan of religion - at least, in the organised form - considering just another mutation on control of the people, but he bore Father Henri no ill will. As far as he could judge the man he was courageous and generous. "You never know Madame, I will see if I cannot visit again from Paris, the journey is not that long and the scenery holds an attraction to an aspiring painter such as myself, even if I can't sell my Art these days. Still, maybe when the country has recovered a little..." he sighed, and enjoyed the last of his drink. "But for now, I think I shall have to bid farewell. A day when one is shot, meets one's ancient future self, and tangles with the personification of one's country must count as a long one, by even a young man's standards!"

Your complications are of course yours, and as they are, in essence, causing problems from characters they best well from you. As I see it some of the ones you have listed are a good source of character description, personality, etc, but are difficult to riff off in terms of complications that hurt in play. It really depends on how far you want to push the boat out. For instance, you could say that her teleportation power "uses up" her shadow, which slowly regenerates (perhaps more in direct bright light, like having a torch shone in her in darkness). This would give rise to two complications - a) Potentially her teleportation power "runs out of ammo" as a complication. This is potentially useful as teleportation can at times be an easy "get out of trouble too easy" card (which you may want, of course), and cause her more difficulty in concealing her secret I.D. as people would notice she has a small, diminished, or no shadow, which is a callsign of Lady Shadowblade. I give this as an example of the top of my head, of course. Its probably not very good - but it illustrates how to make a complication a thing which makes the PCs life tangibly complicated rather than vague "angst". The former is good for complications (and writing and driving drama/story), the latter is good for writing (and driving drama/story).

Ok back online! First up: a hero point to Catalyst and the real Osprey for saving a no-good thugs life. However, The Osprey spends a hero point to get move by action for the rest of the scene! Young Brittania gets a bruise from the T's squeeze. Next...Young Brittania is up!

Carmen examined the footprints, prodding them with her Cane. "This doesn't bode well. But then, the whole island bode's ill" she said, actually smiling for once. The disaster and horror of the island was counterbalanced in her head by the strength of the people who were enduring it. She could only imagine this was what war was like. You never survived war on your own. You survived it with others. Perhaps then the Walkie-Talkies served as a fortitude of some kind. "I hardly think, at this stage, I need to say be on your guard" she said, voice low and humorous. They needed a bit of black humour, she decided. Well, she did, in any case. "At least its day. Let's see where these footprints go..."

Done...I think! Nikki is up?

Carmen was grateful to be sitting down, and lay back to try and ease some comfort into her body and spinning head. It seemed, after all, that she was not the only one who had the legacy of previous generations to deal with. The blatant unfairness of it was something she could empathise with. To that end, she felt a bond with Catherine and Jessica. "How do you live with this axe over your head?" she asked. "I mean, I would probably go a bit wild, if you know what I mean. If I knew this was hanging on me...well, I'd guess I'd go off the rails a bit, feel I had to live a life time in a few years. And then, well, I'd be pretty mad at having to pay for some old disagreement before my time" she said. She may as well have been talking about her, and it wasn't even particularly well disguised. But tonight, it seemed, was not a night for disguises.

As the Hangman departed, he left behind a small present for the mess, a thick curling explosion of smoke around Bloody Mess. The Mess wafted his hand uselessly in front of him but the smoke was thick, and his small arms, made of sloppy congealed blood seemed only to make the smoke thicker somehow. "I gotcha! I gotcha! You ain't getting away, mister! I'm gonna sock it to ya, give you da old one-two!" he said, against all evidence as he swung without effect into the smoke. "Ah damn!" he cursed as the smoke eventually cleared and the Handman was nowhere to be seen. He somehow felt that his bloody form smelled like a box load of cheap cigars the way it had soaked up the smoke. He fizzed and cursed for a moment before bounding back to scene of the Crime. "Oh for the sake of the lord! where is he going now!" complained the Hound, slamming on the breaks as he saw the trail of blood arc through the streets of Freedom City. Grumbling to himself, he slammed their Chevvy into Reverse and pulled back to the meet the rest of the heroes. "The old lug did get himself into trouble" he explained to Revenant. "I had him, I had him...I nearly had him" said the dimunitive pint sized blob of blood next to him, slamming his fists together in vexation, as he tried to explain to Revenant, Foreshadow and Cannonade how he very nearly had the culprit. "Ah hell, I left my body back in the car" he said, looking down at his bloody body and the mess it was making on the crimescene. His blood was certainly contaminating the place. "Back soon" he said, jumping back to the car. "You don't want to watch that bit" sighed the Hound, imaging the sight of his partners bloody form vaulting into the withered dessicated husk of his body, through the mouth, and once again expanding into the sack of muscles he normally was. "All I can say is, it looks better than when he pops out. Which ain't saying much" he groaned. "Now, what we got here?" he asked, surverying the crime scene.

Thats good for me TT: I have posted with that smoke bomb in play hope that works. the Mess acting the normally slightly goofy INT 8 guy. If you want to play on his Bloody Mess complication with his blood contaminating the crime scene for narrative purposes, go ahead!

Out of combat?

GM "Your perspective is unfortunately three dimensional" said the man, not moving. It was hard to say if this was out of fear, caution, or diplomacy. Probably all three. "You don't understand the devastation that your so...that Collapse has wrought. Entire worlds, galaxies, in some cases, even universes. And every time he manages to bring to realities crashing together, collapsing them onto each other, he grows even stronger. Even now, his power is beyond anything we can possibly hope to defeat. Our only hope lies in the past. And he knows it too..." "The stopwatch was his own creation, designed to ensure his own existence in as many time streams as possible. But it also a potential weapon against him. It is coded to Robert Harrow's own DNA, which means it is also, in part, coded to his own. Which means, potentially, we can use it against him. Collapse knows this, but his hunger for maximising his own power and existence has consumed him. I am sorry...this is not easy to hear. But by any measure, your son is insane" he said, gulping at his own brutal words. "But this is only half of the equation. The other half...is to create your Son here, in the Null Zone, where he will be shielded from connection with the other Collapse"

Spider you still around to have Starchaser act?

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