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If they are minions, taking 10 on an attack for a 20 result, and a toughness save of 21 (And takedown feat moving to next one) If not minions: 1d20+10=24, 1d20+10=30 Second roll is on the off chance he KO's the first one (and it will be a crit if he does!) Irrespective of the result, he will spend his move action running to Hound and Lucy.

So who is in range of Mess fists?

Well thats fine, I have left it all blank and its uncontrolled! I suggest you post what Rene paints?

1d20+10=20 No problem for the Mess (I presume thats Bludgeoning damage being a fist, which is 1/2 effect but no difference anyway!)

which means Young Brittania is up, and currently bound/grappled by the big T!

Meanwhile... "Get outa of the damn way ya bozo!" screamed the Hound as he slammed on the brakes and beeped his horn. Some drunk was weaving his way across the road, and responded to the polite request to move his behind with a one fingered salute and a slurred expletive. "Holy Sweet Jay See!" cussed the Hound, slapping his forehead with his hand. "What the hell is the hero business anyway? Did the Centurian have to deal with street bums crossing the road in front of him? Did the Centurian have to race after his partner in a clapped out old car held together with rust and nails?" he asked. The car shot a bolt of smoke and engine burp to emphasise the point. "Don't fail me now, lady!" he patted the wheel of the car, and slammed on the accelerator, mounting the curb and racing on through the city to his partner, knocking over a hot dog stand in the process.

Sorry for delay, Hound is just going to put pedal to metal and try and catch up with the Mess and the Hangman. I'll throw a drive roll to see how he gets through traffic. He isn't going completely wild and reckless but taking a few risks and corners, I'll say he is going for DC 15 difficulty (whatever you think that gets him, Id guess its nothing spectacular but weaving through traffic and mounting a few curbs?) 1d20+6=17 he makes it. I doubt he can get there in time so full round doing that.

So Thev I guess this will boil down to some Ritual for Rene (using the Ritual feat), I was thinking this would be painting the owner of the hairs face? But it could be whatever you think best. I suppose it is best considered as a Postcognition power. So either that could be part of his base power (which is uncontrolled) or we could use it as a Ritual. Whatever you think best!

Rene "A Foo Dog?" asked Rene. "Big horrible thing? Ugly as sin? Can't stand them, of course. Not proper art!" he proclaimed. "I do not understand this modern fascination for ze primitive! Why cannot we move to ze more refined and advanced art of ze enlightenment and beyond?" he sighed. He snatched the hair. "But, I can help, I think! Ze hair of a woman! Aha! It contain's ze fibre of her beauty, does it not? and from one strand of her face, we may see its whole!" He coughed. "However, it may take some time. So please, help yourself to some coffee!" he said, indicating his kitchen. And with that, he went to work, pressing the hair into a series of bubbling pots and searing it with burning alchemicals. Rene did not often use such conventional arcane rituals, but he had had plenty of time to study them, and the very best teachers. He could certainly use such tricks when the need arose. And he could use them with his own twist. With the right procedure, he had constructed a paint, infused with the essence of hair. So infused, that the hair had imprinted itself on the paint. And all he had to do was paint... ...and paint, he did...

Post away!

GM "Very good, Sir, Madam" bowed the Caretaker in a perfectly dance like movement, before taking off Velocity to the medical bay. In the Null Dome, everything was white. It was very hard to see the walls or know one place from the other, although the Caretaker navigated perfectly. Down one featureless corridor through a featureless door and into a featureless door. The pure whiteness, a soft light everywhere, gave the effect of endless space in all directions. In the room they were in were two men. Time Agents, as far as Velocity could tell, looking over a grey slab, where, it seemed, Robert was encased, in suspended animation, completely frozen. "What are you doing here?" gasped one, a blond handsome man, surprised at Velocities entrance. His surprise was mirrored by the other agent, a slightly smaller woman of what looked like Indian descent who kept silent but studied Velocity carefully. "You were not meant to come here! We don't need you! Don't interfere!" he pleaded.

Vahn, I noticed you dropped a hint about the Caretaker and the other Mechano's. If you want to have the Caretaker have some knowledge or intrigue about them (or hey, even be one!) then drop me a pm or something!

I'm afraid his defence is still 12 despite grappling (due to grappling finesse feat) so thats a miss. Your precise shot feat means no penalty for shooting into the mellee, however.

"The Captain is right, guys. You are no good to anybody that tired. Especially with a gun in your hand and with things this creepy. You lose focus, get a trigger finger, and bam bam bam. You are going to be more of a danger to everyone around you than a help. This place has everyone rattled to hell, add in some red eyes and an automatic rifle, that's a recipe for disaster. So sit this one out, huh?" she said, trying to mix firmness with kindness. She meant every word though. The last thing they needed right now was stray bullets and panic. They had enough of their plate without everyone shooting each other in fear. "So lets go check out the back of the Manor, Captain. At least its not much of a walk. I don't fancy doing any more trekking, although I have a hunch my bones will be weary and my flesh raw before this night is over" she sighed, steeling herself and cracking her knuckles. With that, she picked up her Cane and walked towards the back of the Manor.

Bind his mouth? But then he cant talk! Gah... lovely dilemna! So under these circumstances how would using her smoke power to suffocate him stand? It's not something she is fond of using on human targets, but I presume it would silence him and knock him out (at which point she would stop before he is killed by it). Its a bit ugly a nd messy but I guess thats the point of the situation!

Sorry for delay, lets go with that. That will give Osprey a bruise and fatigue him. Post away Arichamus, but no! that misses! (For reference, Tylluan is built strong, powerful and dangerous physically, at PL 12, enough to beat any one of you singularly to a pulp. He is, however, rather stupid! - he is intended to be a semi - archvillian to you guys, but a physical one rather than a cerebral one). Catalyst is up! She is currently in the Van so a move action to get out, or get into a firing position out of a window (which will give cover), also note distance as above!

GM "Well knock me sideways, if ye ain't the spit of that Cannon-fella!" Ned Ludd was as Cannonade remembered him, the same wild fierce eyes atop a slightly small but brawny body. Perhaps his eyes were fiercer, wilder. The split of the Luddites had only made him wilder and more ferocious. "I could sure use a fellow like you!" he said, clapping Cannonade on the back. "Y'see, the working man is divided. A few years ago, we were as one, strong, together. Then some fella, a fella looked a lot like you, made some speech, made a fool out of old Ned, and some of us got soft, formed the Cannonites. Lost their vision..." he spat. Literally, he spat, gobbing a muck of phlegm on the floor. "So, I been planning to discredit them. Jes' like I am doing with the politician traitors. Now, I got my means, but the paste don't last..." he cut him self short, as he had been talking to himself. "*Ahem* Well, let's just say I got my means. But you, you look like the real deal without any help at all. If you could pretend to be Cannonade, and make a real tomfool of yourself, we could be together as one again!" "The workers! United! Will never be defeated!" he said, raising his fist in the air and chanting the slogan to the assorted muscles and brawn in the room with him. "So, what say you, sir? Ready to make a fool of yourself for the common man? Are you with us?"

Yes, he is clearly nervous! (DC 10 would do that!)] Stickle, what is Havok doing?

1d20+6=10 for initiative!

The Hound scratched his head. "Well, sneaky as well as strong. I'll keep that in mind" he said, mentally closing down the envelope of who it could be. "Also - someone took out the camera's. That makes them smart too. Or in the know. Possibly both, they often go hand in hand. I'm guessing this is more than a one man show, unless they are paying for some super thief with all of those qualities rolled into one. It's possible, I guess, given the kind of cash flowing around this case" "Still, you never know what might have been missed on the other camera's. Anything come up, leaving or entering the docks? that's always a possibility. Or maybe someone sizing out the joint the day before, checking out the camera's?"

Good idea. AA

So lets have some broad rolls to see how the duo pull of the act. Its pretty convincing to the locals, so I will go with a DC 10 bluff from both of you roll to pass to the ship unmolested. That may go up if you are directly challenged. Shaking off the police you have noticed is another matter. You can go for the both of you trying a dodge, which will need a DC 15 Stealth roll from both of you to sneak off from being followed.

Rene felt a cold sweat hit his body like a steam train at the site of the pistol. His chest ached, and for a moment he thought his heart stopped, or that he couldn't breathe. "There was the worst to fear" he answered, feeling bravery return to his blood. "I was shot, and nearly died. I apologise for my white face and lack of fibre, Monsieur, but the sight of a pistol after so arduous an ordeal is not one I would have wished" he confessed. "But, despite my unfortunate ballistic mishap, I believe that our malevolent rogue spirit is, if not banished, then at least out of harm's way. I, for one, rejoice, despite the bloodshed and misery that infuses our soil. France is free to make her own destiny, and so are its people" he said, true relief finally washing over him. "Viva La France!" he shouted, suddenly overcome by the events.

Failure by 10 means disabled - although her regen can cope with that pretty quickly! Arcturus is up!

After discussion with KD and a neato communication rejig (thanks KD!) APPROVED! Enjoy!