Supercape

Gamma Buzz Baz started forward. Baz stopped. This was water. He told himself he could swim. He told himself that he was fooling himself. He told himself that of course he wasn't fooling himself and he should shut the hell up. He told himself to stop talking to himself. He told himself that he was a hypocrite for telling himself to stop talking to himself. He realised that wasn't getting anywhere. "This looks like a job for Gamma Buzz, baby!" And besides, it was water. It made a great splash. He took a giant cockroach leap straight into the sea besides Misuki, landing with a magnificent belly flop.

Its rather hard at this point to blast the remaining zombies with the AoE, as everyone is now in a chaotic melee. Machete Max can dodge that blow.

Haven Haven was Milo Mikano. Milo Mikano was dead, and Haven was only an echo. But right now, the mimetic alloy had lost its chrome sheen and had adopted the feature of the dead man. And had dressed in a crisp black suit. M was spreading rumours? Mars Tech was up to something? Haven had no doubt, but their were layers upon layers of intrigue in the corperate world, especially when it came to information. Information was free? Maybe. But it was also currency to others. The music was good. Techno Jazz; the pleasing clash of precision and chaos. He wanted to speak to M. But where was M? Haven sat by a computer, laced his hands together, and started plugging into the dark and obscured corners of cyberspace, hoping to catch M on the other end. What are the rumours?... ...I can help.

Yippee! Techno Jazz! Also he is going to adopt a human appearance (if it comes up, taking 20 on disguise for 30)

GM The Cave was predictably wet. Soon, a mix of sea water and swamp water was lapping around shoes, boots, and capes. It got almost waist deep at some points. Moss and lichen grew on the walls and ceiling. Something fishy (but perhaps not a fish) would be felt swimming around feet. There was a constant drip drip of water falling from the roof of the cave. The Arcane light seemed to reflect strangely of the walls of the cave. At the bottom of the cave was a collection of half-rotten artifacts, obviously the dumping point for smugglers. Here were the discarded items of no value, or at least no buyer. Skulls, voodoo dolls, jewelery. Someone had even tried to pass of a nintendo as an arcane artifact (and this was, to all eldritch senses, clearly just a nintendo. A broken one, at that) - scribbling made up signs on it with red ink did not make it magical. Perhaps most unsettling was, in the centre of the smorgesbord of failed relics, a shrunken head! No bigger than a fist. It was probably a female, with wizened skin and straw hair. "Uuuuuuhhhhhh....." she seemed to say. But was it just the wind whistling?

Gamma Buzz "Well you got my more than me," said Baltazar. "I haven't got a pair of nickels to rub together. I'm surviving on rats at the moment." He gave a wink. Although, as he moved from poverty in Mexico to poverty in the States, Baltazar had eaten rats. His stomach irradiated anything it recieved. As far as Baz knew, he could eat a cup of freezing cold poison laced with acid and he would feel bright as a button. Fortunately, rat was no longer on the menu. "But we don't need to eat rats! Someone can buy us all a banquet! Hot dogs! Burritos! And a cherrypop lollipop on the way home!" His eyes shifted left and right, his antanea shifted. "As long as we are clear that someone doesn't mean me."

GM And so... It was morning now, but the Sun would not show its weary head for four or five hours. This was the cold, empty hour of morning, when even Bedlam tried to sleep. The Circus had set up in a litter strewn park, its canvasses washed out, torn. Primal Fear, as it had named itself, was clearly not a top notch circus. This looked battered, tired. Or maybe it was just Bedlam at night, under moonlight. The Circus appeared to be mainly about animals' John could see the relics of a few clowns - the feet, the noses, painted on the wooden huts. But these were of secondary importance to the large amount of steel cages. Lions, bears, an elephant. All looked reasonably well cared for, and the cages - whilst still cages - were spacious and clean. The Circus artists themselves seemed to sleep in the several portable wooden cabins around the periphery. Although the big central tent could certainly be a house - even a palace (a cheap palace) - for a few. It was silent, bar the scuttling of rats, and the snoring of animals.

Thanks. Baz is going to activate his Leaping X (Flaws: Only to conclusions) power.

Gamma Buzz Baz frowned. He was totally at home with the sewers, his preferred haunt. What he was not so at home about was a girl pointing at a man hole cover and suggesting that some criminal mastermind was down there and that three young super heroes should go down there. It was entirely plausible. But then most good lies were entirely plausible. Otherwise they wouldn't be good lies. His armour plated eyebrows raised even further when he saw the girl heat up, right from the centre, extending out. He could see the flare with his infra red vision. What to do! Panic! "GRENADE!" he shouted at his chums, and pushed them away from the girl. "She's a GRENADE!" It wasn't very clever, but she might explode. And he would rather look a fool than mop up the entrails of his freinds from the tarmac.

GM Machete Max was not happy. "I claim de streets from 'im!" he shouted, waving his Machete at Blowfish. "You're a thug! a simple thug!" retorted Blowfish. "You're a crook! a wicked crook!" shouted back Max, waving his Machete even wilder. But suddenly not so wild. A ruse, perhaps. The blade swung again, right at Chimera! It might have hit, too, but Chimera was fast this time, catching the blade in her hand and twisting it right out of Machete Max's grip. Now she was the one with a blade! "Huh! Dat be clever trick. Ya teach me dat one day!" said a genuinely impressed Machete Max, rubbing his wrist.

Ill take the liberty of mangling some IC of that catch, @Spacefurry but let me know if you want it editted Meaning Nightscale is up, @Nerdzul

Consider him blocked and disarmed. If you wish, you can end up holding the machete

Gamma Buzz Baltazar's antennae quivered, then sagged. He felt the first film of green radioactive tears on his eyes, but blinked them away fast. "Don't be silly! You didn't do anything wrong! And even if you did, so what? Like we are going to go through life without making a few mistakes. Thing is, we always got each others backs, right? I don't care how smart La-- Timeout is. I trust him cos he's got my back. And I got his. And yours. And you got mine. And... and I probably missed on out, but you know how it goes!" "If I suddenly forget how to swim and leap into the water like a fool... ah... not that I ever would do that, or ever have, and anyway I swim fine, but if that kind of thing should happen, I know Torpedo Lass will pull my sorry cockroach ass out of the water, right?"

BELLY FLOPPED BY THEV Gamma Buzz Just a few changes to keep up with how Baz has developed on site Two new complications Like a brick. Despite his strength, Baz has never learned to swim and will thrash about in water. Whilst he can, technically, swim (due to his incredible strength rather than skill), he will be slow, ineffective, noisy, etc as suits the plot. To make matters worse, he has, against all wisdom, the urge to belly flop into any body of water because it makes a great splash. Easily read. When tense, anxious, or angry, his antennae will stiffen and then start trembling. Those who know him well (or the very astute) can read this, potentially making bluffs or tilts easier. Also, in view of extra super sense, just adding this to the Antenna complication which should now look like this: Vulnerable Antenna: Even an average guy (or girl) can easily tear of his Antenna. They regrow back eventually, but without them he will loose his tremor sense and detect radiation tactile sense. Expanding super senses for 3 PP Adding Scent (1 PP) Adding Tactile detect Radiation (2 PP) Super senses will now look like this: Super Senses 6 (Infravision, Ultravision, Tremor Sense, Low Light Vision, Scent, Tactile Detect Radiation, Feats: Uncanny Dodge [tactile]) [9 PP] Adding a new immunity power (1 PP) Immunity 2 (All suffocation, Flaws: Limited to holding breath for extended periods [sustitute rounds for minutes]) "Cockroach lungs" [1 PP]

So, I think we have Round 2 20 - Machete Max - Unharmed 17 - Nightscale - Unharmed - 6 HP 14 - Chimera - Unharmed - 4 HP 11 - Blowfish - Bruised, Dazed [1 rnd] 2 - Zombies [8] Machete Max will acrobatic feint Chimera: 10 - can you resist that? And swipe: 21 - which would hit! But could you roll the block, @Spacefurry?

Gamma Buzz "Rude? He was a complete..." Baz bit his words off, trying to refrain from swearage. Instead, he cracked his knuckles. They cracked magnificently. "...well. He deserved it, that's all I can say. Meanie, nasty, bully. He deserved a kick to the head. More than a kick in the head. And he wouldn't stop, either." He caught a grip of his fury and gave a few steely breaths. "Anyway, where the hell did these idiots come from? And whay did they have super powers? And what were they doing here, at this time of day?" His eyes shuffled left, spying on Lawrence. "I'm just checking you know the answers to these completely obvious questions. I mean, obviously I know, but I wanted to check both of you know the answers as well!"

thats pretty awesome! So for starters, its clear the truck was transporting the strange purple liquid, and that it is transforming people (and rats) into Gorilla-human hybrids. The truck was poorly storing the chemicals - hence the leak. It looks (Civics skill is good enough for John to know) like this was a cheap and illegal transport. The paperwork in the truck shows it was going to be delivered to the circus in town - "PRIMAL FEAR", a circus/horror show hybrid. John remembers something about Primal Fear being caught up in some scandal and forcibly shut down / removed from a couple of medium sized cities near Bedlam.

GM The Gorilla-Men quickly fell to the punches of the Tattered Man. There was no doubt - they were strong, tough, even rageful, but they all of them had lost their human intelligence. They were barely able to string together a few words. "Ugh!" "ooof!" "Grrr!" And so on where the responses to blocking the tattered Man's fists with their face. They had little or no fighting skill; a form of brutality and ferocity, yes, but no finesse. In the blink of an eye, John had knocked them all out. With sleep, came a reversion back to their human selves - although with ripped and torn clothes. They actually looked peaceful in their knocked out slumber; free from whatever transformation had been inflicted on them. And the purple liquid? It was still oozing from the truck. John could feel the chemical trying to wrestle with his body; try to make it Gorilla-form. But he had been dead, and the chemical seemed to be unable to penetrate that protection!

GM And so... The swamp continued to fester and bubble, continued to smell like disease and rot, but at least it emitted no giant tentacles. Several times, Blackstaff and Golden Star could spot something moving in the black waters, or in the strangulating flora that stretched across the swamp. But for the most part it was a curious frog, or a fishing bird. the Cove itself was well hidden from casual sight, but once you knew it was there, it was plain to see. A curved hole, muddy, rocky, leaing into a dark cave. Sea water lapped against the sides of the tunnel. It was, predictably, pitch black. "Lamentably, I cannot see without light," said Armitage. "And, foolishly, I forgot my flashlight..." He seemed irritated with himself, and nevrous too.

Gamma Buzz "Take that, you buncha bastardo's!" yelled Gamma Buzz, slamming his radioactive fists together. Seeing only one of the vile villains was still standing, Baltazar backflipped, forward flipped, and cartwheeled around his adversary with amazing cockroach speed and cockroach agility. Then, with a final spin, he drove his fist as hard as he could into the gut of thse Starlight. "And you can double take that, courtesy of Gamma Buzz!" he yelled as his fist did its radioactive work!

So Baz will go for a move action: Acrobatic bluff at -5 25 And a power attack, all out attack (+2 shifted so net +2 DC, -2 Defence) Punch 19 Which I guess hits? (if bluff works, anyway) DC 25 tough damage, DC 15 Fort Nauseate

GM The Professor sniffed. The inhalation of fetid swamp fumes made him gag. "I see. I peculiar state of affairs, and a lamentable one... He gazed at the setting sun. It did, at least, provide a slight relief from the humid heat of Tezville. "Then I suggest we make reasonable haste. Clearly the sorcerer behind these events has made the swamp his own. Their may be danger ahead." "I should have the wreath!" complained mr Dickens. "I left it in my house, buffoon!" replied Armitage. "And however much you think we need it, I can assure you it is cursed, and we have more than enough cursage right now!"

Gamma Buzz Study Group - Biology 4 posts Deviations 3 posts Tropical Getaway a blanket of stars 3 posts Tropical Getaway 2 posts Study group: Sound of an eclipse 8 posts Never Was 6 posts Total = 26 posts / 3 PP Captain Cosmos Graveyard of the pacific 1 post Haven Operation Ares 12 posts Starshot Shoaling Patterns (Roll to Haven) 13 posts GM Golden Dead 5 posts Curse of the Swamp Hag 14 posts Animal Whip 6 posts Rider of the storm 5 posts Hong Kong Hair 3 posts Total = 33 posts = 66 Bonus posts. Allocated: 9 to Captain Cosmos (total 10 posts / 2 PP) 25 to Snakebite (total 25 posts / 3 PP) 10 to Echohead (total 10 posts / 2PP) 10 to Peak (total 10 posts / 2 PP) 12 Posts lost to the void (or allocate to bump up any miscounts on the above!)

GM "Out of time? Whatever do you mean?" replied Armitage, stroking his beard with one hand and mopping his brow with the other. "Do you mean your powers are linked to sunlight, or something? Perhaps some astrological or alchemical process?" "I would rather not rush this. The fate of this continent is at stake. Well, perhaps I magnify the threat, but... perhaps not. There is dark design behind all of this, trust me." He turned to Blackstaff. "Would you not agree, sir? Someone is cursing this continent with frightful will and cunning design. Very clever... no direct spell, just bringing smuggling cursed artifacts to the shores!"

Gamma Buzz "Ahoy they, partner! I'll lend a hand!" A three fingered, half cockroach hand to be precise. With a leap, a bound, a hop and a sprint, Baz followed Mizuki. "Let me know what kind of moral support you would like! I can emit harmless non-lethal radiation at will! Bzzzt! Pow! Zap!" He fired a few radiation beams from his eyes (into the sky) to illustrate the point. And to release some pressure. The nuclear fires in his thorax were building up. Maybe the excitement, the adrenaline had accelerated the nuclear reaction within. Whatever the case, he had to release the energy, or something rather unpleasant would happen. Not all radiation was harmless and non lethal. "See! And I can almost swim, too, if that helps! At least, I am very good at leaping into the water, and thats the important part, right?"