Supercape

Im still without internet... can you roll mess toughness and stick with r3sult. Hound will take total defence action for +8 defrnce. Soz for yhe net. Hope its back soon but l7fe busy and need nee provider...

Uodate. Looks like the company I used for satellite link has exploded. May be some time to sort the fallout. Sorry guys!

Uodate. Looks like the company I used for satellite link has exploded. May be some time to sort the fallout. Sorry guys!

Internet down! No idea when its back up!

So the Government Agents are not acting this round. We move on to Round 2: Round 2: 33 Tylluan - Unharmed, Grappling - 10,000' high* 28 Osprey - Unharmed, Fatigued - 2 HP - Bruised 22 Catalyst - Unharmed, Fatigued - 2 HP, Flying 200' High 16 YB - Unharmed, Fatigued, Grappled/Bound - 0 HP - 10,000' High* 10 Big Nelson and Crew [3] Unharmed, In Van 8 Synapse - Unharmed, 1 HP, In Van 3 Ministry Agents and Crew [3] Notes: As per Tiffs post (which I missed) she was moving full to 10'000 feet. THe conditions here are full darkness (although as the two are grappling they are touching and this is an accurate sense!) I am not going to get too scientific but I will say this is now extreme cold conditions. As we get higher Ill move into suffocation, but with breath holding this is unlikely to be an issue for long! The Bleeding Thug has gone into cardiac arrest from shock. At the beginning of the found. Tyullan will squeeze Young Brittania for an automatic DC 25 Toughness Save. The Real Osprey is up!

Inside the Mind of Big Nelson Godamnit how the hell did the Osprey get away? The Middleman gonna damn well kill me. He knows already, I'll bet. Goddamn Middleman knows everything. How the hell does he know everything? How the hell? He got spies everywhere? He planted a chip in everybodies brain? how? What the hell is that creature flying around? Another Osprey? Osprey Mark 2? Looks like a mean machine... Who is this chick? What is she saying? The Ministry of Powers? Who the hell is this she, anyway? She looks hot, mind...real kinda sexy, mmm baby, you and me, back in my place, and my lovenasium... wait, why is she glowing like that? Hell, she really is from the Ministry of Powers? What is she, some kind of new super duper chick? better watch out, Nelson boy, them super dupers are hell tough. Watch out, although its kind of hot too. Yeah baby, the lovenasium... Wait...they want the Osprey too? Why? Maybe they could save my neck...get them to catch him, then I can get him back from them? Wait...is the Middleman in with the Ministry? He knows everything...must know what's going on in the Ministry too! Maybe he sent them? Damn the Middleman! Can he read minds or something?

Ok no chance they can match that! For the sake of story, let us say she mind reads Big Nelson himself, as he is out first and is the biggest and looks leader-ish. IC post coming up about his surface thoughts.

Pitch crumped the piece of paper into her hand. She had no intention of letting Nikki fall. Better the Devil you know... She wasn't about to make friends with any Demon - to slippery by nature for that, and she was to wise to their nature to ever trust. But she was also aware that some were more malign than others. All were wrong, not belonging in this dimension, this world, but quite in what way, was a different matter. And she was pretty sure that Tadyofyla was a much worse bet that Nikki, however you looked at it. "More Portals?" she asked. "Well, we will have some work cut out for us, wont we?" she said. "And you won't be facing this beast alone..."

"France's future may be Glorious, Madam, but its birth has far from it. Bloody and painful, like any birth. For what it is worth, you have my sympathy, and, if you wish it, my charity, what I can spare of it. All France has bled, Madam, and I like it not one bit" he said, with all honesty. "Thieves and Vagabonds have infected noble cause. Alas, that France should come to this. I have felt the sting of blood and bullet, and had my fair share of humiliation and pain too, Madam, believe me. Of different means and different measure, of course, but the revolution has not delighted my palate, unlike this wine" he said, drinking too quickly too wash away the pain. "And so Madame, I am in your debt, and so is France, even if it does not know it"

"Voltaire! Travesty!" said Rene, wheezing and clutching his chest in pain. "What is that sound I hear! Ah! Our poor philosopher is spinning in his grave! Pardon, Marceau, my friend, I am not sure my poor heart can stand the strain of a national treasure being desecrated by a cacophony of sound that deems itself as music!" he wept on the King of Suits leather jacket, his mascara leaking over his pale face. "But, for the sake of France, I must endure such agonies! Ah! France, how I must suffer for you!" he said, standing tall and making fist to breast. "Come, let us away! We may as well face our trials early, and see what we can find when the doors open!"

Rene "Portable Telephones? Mpf!" replied Rene in a condescending tone. "A scourge on society! What happened to ze art of conversation? To ze elegance of ze written letter! ze next thing, you will be asking me if I have a computer! pfah!" He poured himself another glass of wine to rid himself of the taste of the 21st Century and its inhumanities. He pointed to his regular land line, with its circular dail up. "This, madam, serves me perfectly well, and has ze added quality of style, which trumps ze modern fetish for function any day!" In a flourish, he stood up and picked up the canvas, handing it, with a smile, at Lucy. "On ze other hand, the best thing is ze original, non? take it! it belongs to you, who inspired it! I am sure the original is ze best, capturing the intangible more than any copy. All I ask is that you tell me the story behind it one day!"

1d20+10=12 Ouch! Ill take that bruise and daze.

GM Young Brittania and "the Osprey" spun into the Night Sky, high and higher into the cold and dark air above London at sickening speed. Despite his strength and huge wings dragging the heroine, she still powered the pair, in a steely embrace, upwards. In response, the creature kept his iron grip on her as strong as ever. Aside from his superhuman strength, he possessed a speed and fury that was shocking. He was pure animal brutality. Meanwhile, down on Earth, Big Nelson ignored the snigger of Bullet Tony as the real Osprey leapt into action. INstead he cocked his shotgun and moved out of the Van, hefting his bulk without due speed or slowness. "I don't know what the hell's going on, but the Middleman ain't gonna be happy, boys..." he sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility crushing his ambitions. Despite his pessimism, he wasn't going down without a fight. He never did. He and his cronies jumped from the van, weapons ready...

Ok so YB and the Big T soar up to 2700 ft in the night air brrr its cold and dark! Nelson and company are getting out of the Van but not otherwise acting. Synapse is up next. We are in a funky situation here with main antagonist being out of effective range for many, but lets see how it plays out!

Ok, not sure how far Hound is from the Mess/Hangman? and how far elevated they are? its unlikely he is going to enter combat, but he can hopefully keep a tail on them at least. Whats the score there?

Ok no specific rules for moving whilst grapple so I will say to move you will need to make an opposed roll against Tyullans flight power with your own, as he will actively resist moving and is grappling you. As he is the position of authority (being the one grappling) ill give him +2 situational bonus on the opposed roll. On the plus side, his flight power is low, and he rolls poorly: 1d20+5=13 His Grapple Roll, however is much better 1d20+28=47 (Also, note YB is fatigued, so -2 STR and -1 to grapple bonus!)

Thrashed out last niggles and... APPROVED!

The blonde agent put his hands up. "It's not as easy as that, Velocity" he said. "Robert is in a state of temporal stasis. Its the only way we could extract the DNA, uncontaminated..." "If you interfere now, you could kill him!" explained the woman. The Caretaker interjected politely. "Robert Harrow is in temporal Stasis, madam" he intoned, melodic voice addressing Velocity. "The slightest event could rupture the delicate cocoon he is in. The field can be constructed, but slowly, and carefully. Any rash action here and his life would be imperilled. I must explain that I am obliged to protect all life within this facility as my first and foremost obligation. If you were to interfere, I would intervene" he explained, his voice as calm as silk. "We had to place him in this state" explained the Time Agent. "Its the only way to remove the Stopwatch's contamination from his DNA. And, for that matter, yours" he said. "That kiss you gave him in Fiji? trace amounts of your saliva, and hence, your DNA too. Just what we had hoped to get"

Well unfortunately Ultimate (Check) is a fortune feat, and as per house rules cannot be folded into an array TK Mental Sense doesn't add up to me but I may be missing something: Super-Senses 4 (Mental [Extras: Acute, Analytical, Radius, Ranged, Extra: Linked [Move Object, +0]) {4} I cost this at 5 (1 for a new sense, 1 for acute, 1 for analytical, 1 radius, 1 ranged) = 5. I guess drop analytical? Not accurate at the moment but I'm sure that can be bought up later Everything else looks good to go - I presume this is actually your Orichalum reward?

Looking good! Only two things I picked up. Second chance for mind reading would not be allowed as per core rules. You can use it for saves va hazards or skills, but not on offensive opposed rolls. The tactile ranged sense is something that has come up in refcave discussions before under almost identical situations...at least I presume so...I think this is a kind of telekinetic touch sense, yes? If so, the previous debate concluded that this should be bought as a mental base sense. Firstly because tactile ranged sense is cheap (various AT&T posts on the subject) and secondly this sense would not be dazzled by local anaesthetic or itching powder (the organ used is your mind, not your skin). Of course I may be jumping to conclusions here, but I'm going by the previous debate and conclusion when a TK Supersenses came up!

Life on Mars Well, it was as good a planet as any. Cold, desolate, and most importantly, devoid of life. Well, nearly devoid of life. Professor Quentin Quill was a genius by most people’s standards. An expert on quantum physics and publisher of many papers, some dry, some exciting. By day he was a lecturer and researcher at Freedom City Univeristy, and his expertise, intelligence, enthusiasm and skill would have been enough, on their own, to give him a place in the history books of science. But he had certain other advantages. Professor Quentin Quill was also a telekinetic. Simultaneously the weakest and most powerful telekinetic in the world. He was the superhero, Supercape! The amount of mass he could move was virtually nothing. Individual atoms, or molecules. Maybe several at a time if he really pushed himself. He could not more levitate a dime than the man on the street. What made him extraordinary, however, was he was the most precise telekinetic the world had known. He could nudge atoms and sub atomic particles in and out of existence, setting up chain reactions. In essence, he was a living nuclear bomb. Able to control all forms of radiation, able to open up wormholes in time and space, loosen and manipulate the very bonds of atoms themselves. For a nuclear physicist, this ability was an ace in the hole. Or, to put it another way, being a nuclear physicist was exceptionally handy for someone with this ability. The two went hand in glove. It also meant he was able to observe and create very unique experiments. And increasingly he found himself absorbed not in the flying around the world (or the universe) but in the fascination of his exotic experiments and research. Sometimes, he would spend days on a stretch at the Particle accelerator in the Lab, the headquarters of the worlds finest super-science superheroes. But sometimes, he would conduct experiments he felt were too dangerous for the Lab. Nuclear reactions were, after all, dangerous things. For those, he had found a nice little spot on Mars. He could not stay on Mars forever, of course. But his costume, made of unstable molecules attuned to his psionic powers functioned as a space suit of sorts, and he could erect a quantum lattice force field around him to shield him from the barren radiation and recycle oxygen for a while. But he did not need forever. The site of him on the lonely landscape, with a few pieces of equipment, a flask full of tea, and a deckchair, encased in a shimmering force field, was quite a dramatic one. This was a day in the life of Supercape, aka Quentin Quill. He peered into his equipment, mentally stabilising the element under observation, normally so volatile and radioactive it would have decayed in picoseconds. And one which could potentially cause devastation. If anyone actually ever worked out how to hold it in a stable form, it would be a weapon of mass destruction the likes of which the world had never seen. For this reason, Professor Quill was determined to find out a way to destabilise it. The more he found out about the esoteric forces of the universe, the more it filled him with wonder and fear. A fear not unfounded. He had travelled to many worlds, many universes, the scope of which was beyond the imagining of men or gods. And many had bleak destruction through them. Many were filled with hope and wonder. Despite the infinite size and possibilities of the multiverse, he never felt small. He wondered why that was. Perhaps because the wonder of the whole was the wonder of the parts? He gazed up to the stars he could see in the Martian sky, and the stars and galaxies unseen behind them. All were within his reach. If he lived a million years he could not visit the tiniest fraction of them. He knew he came here not just for science, but to behold the wonder of the universe, away from the world. He wondered just how healthy it was. It was beginning to feel like a drug, an infinite realm he could lose himself on, become disconnected, dissociated, and oblivious in. Which is why he needed to focus. The world was important damn it, not the stars and the infinite spaces and energies. In the face of infinity, you could go mad. He pressed his gloved hands to his temples and pressed. Hard. Focus. Star gazing is for dreamers. You have a job to do. And slowly the universe turned, and night fell on mars. And despite his protestations, the only life on Mars watched the sun sink and the stars shine on the dead world.

"Ah c'mon" grunted the Mess. His mutant body had been battered so much as a teenage pugilist he had become short, squat, and strong. And his body had some spongy resilience that could shrug off most blows. Still stung a little though. And his pride and being actually hit was wounded. These guys were actually pretty good. He swung his fists, fast and hard, at the fighters in his way. Even without his turbo charged blood powering through his veins, his body was incredibly strong - stronger than any human. Layers and layers of hard muscle pasted onto thick bone to give him his unique block like appearance. The muscle itself, apparently, was only human, it was just he had a metric ton of it. But his mind was in his partner. That was why the Hound had hired him, pulled him out of the gutter, gave him a proper respectable job. Made him a hero. He was supposed to be a bodyguard. "Ah gots a job to do, ya crumbs!" he explained, and bounded towards Lucy and the Hound with massive leaps.

1d20+10=22 which is a bruise and a daze. If that is a fist / bludgeoning damage then I guess his immunity kicks in, to make that 1/2 effect (Damage 13, rounded up Damage 6, or DC 21 effect) So ill let you call that / fiat that whatever! because the Mess might be dazed, or may just shake that off! (He is build to take fists!) If he can act, he will try a feint as a move action: 1d20+5=9 which is unlikely to succeed And another punch, unshifted this time 1d20+12=20 I guess that misses, but if it does connect its DC 23 Toughness

Summoner? Invoker? Flauros, the Grand Duke of Hell? Pitch didn't trust Tazel, or any demon, for that matter, further than she could throw them. And as Tazel was a floating wisp of flame, she couldn't even pick him up let alone throw him. Still if there was even the remotest possibility that John could bring forth a Grand 'ol duke of Hell...well, even she would struggle to contain such a power. And the collateral damage... Her mind wheeled with the danger and the twists and turns. But she didn't have time to weigh up the decision. She just had a gut feeling she was being played. But she had to dance to the tune. "Sorry, John. I reckon we are being played for fools today. But I can't risk you summoning up something that even I can't control" she explained, sorrow in her words but her grip on him unrelenting. Smoke flowed from her body and into a fist, and she threw the stuff down his mouth.

Ok, so Free Action, Maintain Grapple Move Action: Ill go for an intimidate at -5: 1d20+6=11 unlikelly, eh. And Standard Action, Stuff some smoke down his windpipe! 1d20+10=19 Well thaht may hit as he is flat footed. Its a DC 17 Fort Save I believe (Suffocate 7 Power)