Supercape

PLOT first!

Another straightforward attack on demon A 1d20+10=19 if that hits, another DC 20 Toughness save...

"Yeah, but it's a great story to tell your Grandkids, Billy!" replied Carmen, full of encouragement. It may, she thought, be time to fire up with the full power she possessed, but Alex's loyalties were suitably ephemeral. She didn't want to risk it quite yet. "Alex, they may have turned up when I came to the Island, but I sure as hell didn't pack their toothbrush for the trip. Believe me!" she explained. "Lets finish these beasts! Archeron needs us!" she said, trying to appeal to his loyalty - although he was doing well enough, she thought. "Eat lead, boys!" she shouted at the Demons, unleashing another couple of rounds...

"<You are welcome to try!>" she shouted back in instinct. "<But I have sent bigger and stronger demons than you screaming back to where you came from. And you won't enjoy it, I can assure you...>" she sneered, full of red mist. Then she saw the gun Alex had swung at her. Oh that's Great! Alex doesn't trust me when I speak some damned infernal language...can't say I blame him... She kicked herself in fury, She really needed to control her bloodlust when it came to Infernal creatures. But she had a lot of history with them, and fighting that anger was pretty hard. Normally, she could channel that anger to bring forth the metal and smoke of the Infernal Forge, a dimension of endless horrible fire and steel. But something told her Alex would open fire on her if she started using such blatantly demonic magic. "Not me, idiot!" she said, without taking her eyes of the demons. "I just happen to know how to hunt these things!" she explained, in a short terse statement. "You shoot me, and these things have won!" she said. BANG BANG! sang her rifle as she unleashed some more rounds. How many has this thing got? she asked herself, hoping she would not run out of ammunition. "See, I'm shooting at them!"

Thats an HP for Crimson Tiger, bringing her up to 4 HP Devil Ray is swooping down and making a move-by action, grappling Tsunami: 1d20+8=21 which I think just hits, even with the defensive shift. Opposed Grapple Roll please: 1d20+22=33

GM "Oh very well!" sighed Gordon Goodman with a measure of exasperation. "We found some caves down below. Well, we found em when a whole heap of earth caved in on it. Would you believe it? A native american burial site! Well, ah closed off the yard as soon as I got wind!" He stood up, and hauled his slightly diminutive frame to a cabinet, which he swung to one side. It was merely a front, concealing a shaft leaning down. "We are prospecting. Ah say prospecting!" he said, holding his lapels and giving them a winning Texan smile. "And what, I ask, are you two gentleman and lady here for? Can I interest you in some here fine scrap metal? ah say fine scrap metal?" he asked politely. "Because I ain't selling what we found!" He raised an eyebrow at Marcus "as for whom I am working for. Ahm my own boss, par'dner. What have you heard elsewheres anyhow, ah say elsewheres anyhow?" he said, mutilating grammar as he drawled. "And get the hell out of here Teddy!" he said, with annoyance at the man Marcus had thrown in.

Thankyou, Tazel Carmen said to the demon in her belly. After all politeness cost nothing. Even to a twisted backstabbing creature like him. And if you could lend me your tongue...she ordered. "<What Bargain is this?>" she demanded. "<And who is your master? Answer me, or I'll send you back to the infernal realms with your wings clipped and your flesh broken!>" she shouted. BANG BANG She let loose another two rounds from the rifle. She had handled more than a few guns when she rode with various biker gangs. And she knew how to use them. "<Don't think I haven't sent your kind packing before, and stronger beasts than you!>" she explained.

"No rest for the wicked" commented Carmen to Rift, noting the hectic speed of the organisation. No no, you can rest, you little toad...she hissed internally to Tazel. She elbowed her way towards Neeraf, and the equipment on display. She knew more about guitars than she knew how to play, it came with her job. Heavy metal nerds had a habit of worshipping axe gods and slobbering over exactly what guitar and amplification they used. She was more interested in the music and the people, but she had to pander to the masses at Rock Report. "I'm leaving the pyrotechnics to you" she said to Rift. "It's been years since I played in a band, and I was always more about the scene than the playing. I can lay down some chords and shout in a mike, but thats about it!" she explained with a wink. She really should get the practice in, she decided.

GM Heather smiled "Patterns, patterns, patterns. Plenty of unusual things happen in Freedom City. It's not just those things, but small chatter too. Of course, I could be completely mistaken. But even for Freedom City, there have been all sorts of unusual events that are suspiciously like temporal disturbances..." She became more serious. "As for going to America. I have no intention of risking myself. If I can't get the glory from finding the devices, as you point out, I have no intention of risking going to jail for it. Sorry. As I said, I'm no villain, but I'm no hero either. I'm not out to hurt anybody. Including myself..." she explained. She wasn't lying, either. Her demeanour was of interest but not commitment. She massaged her forehead. "Which leaves us with a problem. Or, as I am not a fan of responsibility, leaves you with a problem..." she said, uncertainly, She was disturbed by the whole business, it seemed. "As we can't let these fragments build up...and we need someway of pinpointing them..."

GM "Same way as I found this piece" replied Steed. "The Internet" She nodded at her laptop. "Search for unexplained paranormal activity, see if it comes up suspicious, and then visit the area. I close my eyes and track back, looking for something odd in the flow of time, and then hone down to see if I can find the story of the shard. I only speculate, but it seems the..thing...whatever it is, maybe a prototype of the stopwatch you found, exploded back through time, landing hundreds, maybe thousands of years ago...each piece in a different time and a different zone..." "The other lead I have, some really Dinosaurs, Conquestidors, very strange. The only problem is, I am not popular in the states. Turns out they didn't like me digging up old Native American Sites without permission. That's why I stay in Spain and other non-extradition countries. At least most of the time..."

Move Action: Intimidate the standing Demon: 1d20+10=24 with favoured opponent feat, but I forgot to give a -5 penalty for move action, so thats a 19 result. Then, a straightforward attack on the same (non dazed) demon, 1d20+10=21 is the attack roll, which should hit? a DC 20 Toughness save.

GM Steed put her hand to her chin and thought about Velocities words. "That is a good point" she said, her eyes irritated but thoughtful. "You are right on one point, that media exposure is not a good idea. A good argument for me just throwing the whole thing away. But on the other point, you are mistaken. Whatever this broken crystal is, it has activated. Presumably by the stopwatch?" "You think that thing was quiet in Egypt? Not a chance. Over the last few months, there have been reports of water flowing the wrong direction, people missing whole days, or doing a days work in minutes. Rumours, insanity, superstition. That's what its put down to, at the moment. But not for long. You and I know better. When I retrieved that thing, all those incidents. Pfft! not a word more. And I've had some strange experiences myself around it..." "So you want to leave these shards in the ground? go ahead. You can wait for something to happen, but I don't think those shards are going to wait to be unearthed...."

Freddy looked left and right, having lost both his partners - old and new... Damn this! I ain't going down without a fight...I'm not going to prison! With a clenching off his fists, he pushed his mutant blood into overdrive, swelling and deforming his limbs until he looked like a steroid nightmare, pulsing veins and swollen muscles all over his body. Where could that Dog have gone too? The Mess scanned the direction he had seen the hound run. He saw the door. Good a guess as any...he thought to himself. With a mighty leap and bound, he dashed off to follow his partner, his mighty limbs propelling him in an arc to land by the door, and then propel him at rocket speed towards the Hound and his new friends...

So, move action is to slam the cane into Billy for his use. Right so I will go for a gently done power attack, shifting thusly: -2 Attack, +1 Defence, +1 DC (For a total defence of +11, and an attack at +8) 1d20+8=20 as an attack roll, if that hits, its a DC 21 Bullet I think!

Crimson Tiger is up!

1d20+2=22 fast! for initiative. 1d20+5=23 for Arcane Knowledge!

"Take this!" said Carmen, jamming the Cantos cane into Billy's hands. "And hit anything that comes at you with it!" she ordered. The Cantos cane was an infernal device, a screaming whispering goats head that spoke horrible phrases in a perverted Latin. Technically its power was accessible by anyone holding it. But it was a soul-shattering experience if you didn't know how to handle it. Not something she would want to inflict on Billy. And besides, she wouldn't trust him to know how to handle a bound demon. She debated firing up Tazel in her belly. But the flames of these demons would be unlikely to hurt her. She slung off her leather jacket, her short t shirt revealing the terrible Cantos Tattoo, and raised the rifle...

It is actually a hit! 1d20+11=22 Bruising him again. Post away and then i will proceed with round!

GM "Why, find the other part - or parts - of course! It seemed to me the Stopwatch that Robert has was dangerous. This may have a pale fraction of the power of the real deal, but it was enough to cause havoc in ancient Egypt. And, from what I gather, it may have exerted some influence over where it was buried. It seemed to activate a few months back, when..well, I don't know the full story, but when Lord Harrow activated the stopwatch..." "Look, I'm no hero, but I'm no villain either. My father told me I was a vain, self obsessed, glory hunting thrill seeker. I told him he was pretty astute. But I'm not out to handle or use dangerous artifacts like the stopwatch - or whatever this is. Recover them, yes, revel in the glory, yes. Even get paid for my efforts, yes. I'm no superhero, just a girl with a gift. But if you are worried about me hatching some mad megalomaniac scheme, you have got the wrong girl..." "All I ask for is exclusive rights to sell the story. Don't worry I'll keep you and your identity out of it. I may be liberal with the truth to the press, but that's how I roll..." she shrugged. "Thing is, I may not be an angel, but I don't, at the end of the day, what a disaster. I'm good at hunting treasures down. And this is no exception. What I do need is some help doing so..."

Vahn, Hronos' PLOT senses will go *ping* as Heather Steed throws the prototype fragment onto her bed. Its aliveeeeee!

GM Heather kept her eyes on the shining sea. Perhaps out of dismissal, perhaps because Velocity was too fast to look at. "Suit yourself, you are safe here" she said, sipping her drink again. "I know surprisingly little, you see. I have a secret too. A unique talent. Its how I have amassed some considerable fortune on my own, hunting treasures. I can see into the past. Handy for archeology, of course. And every now again, for other things. Such as taking a holiday Skiing it switzerland and hearing a particular rumour of unusual activity. And renting a particular room. And seeing something very unusual had happened there" "That kicked it off. Very interesting. It didn't take me long to put two and two together. I recognised Robert Harrow straight away. Nice boy, met him a few times socially. You, well, it was only a deduction, but a pretty safe one given the way you spoke to each other..." "Now don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Hardly in my interest to unveil a superhero, is it? you guys save the world and so on. I'm quite attached to the world, you see. So you have my thanks for that!" she smiled. "Now, that stopwatch that Harrow was slobbering over. Damned if I know where that went. Even going out to the slopes. Teleportation makes it a painstaking task at best. Over ocean, its damn near impossible. I guess you have it secreted in some vault somewhere. But that's not why I am here..." She tossed a slightly glowing shard of crystal onto her bed. "That is. I found it in Egypt, a few months ago. And yes, I used my particular abilities on it. It seemed to drop out of the air a couple of thousand years ago, was briefly worshipped by a cult, then the usual bloodshed and vengeance, and then buried deep underground in fear..." "And take a look at it. It's about a third of what looks to be the shape of your beloved stopwatch..."

"Damned if I am missing out on Alverado fighting off some hellspawn!" said Carmen, annoyed at being dismissed, even if it was with good motivation. "This is a story! Billy! get your camera! we are going to save a rock n' roll legend!" she yelled, pumping her fist. Carmen whipped her hand down and snatched the rifle from Yanni. "Gimme that!" she grinned. "If you ain't gonna use it! and go get the backup!" she explained, and, with the gun in one hand and her cane in the other, she proceeded to a limited run up to where the gunfire was coming...

A spectacular miss! Tsunami is up!

In case not obvious summoning Tazel, which is going to reduce STR, CON, Fort, Tough (gulp) In case needed: Pitch Stealth 1d20+2=15 And Notice 1d20+6=13

"Its damn sure going to be a problem for me" muttered Carmen. "Or more precisely, my little friend..." she said, patting her midriff. "Tazel isn't going into a church, no matter how much I command him. I could as well ask him to paint the moon pink" she explained to Nikki. "Although what he does do, pretty well, is make a distraction. Out you come, little devil! With a sharp intake of breath, she breathed out a plume of smoke and fire. The feeling was unpleasant, but bearable, and always left her short of breath and with glazed vision until she shook her head of the cobwebs. "Tazel, you are just the horrible little toad we need as a distraction!" she said, smiling at the flame that hovered in the air in front of them. In the dimming sunlight, he would be easily visible. And no bullet or knife would harm him. Quite the opposite. "Go on, shoo! create a distration! and no killing. OK, even if they are scumbags!" she ordered sternly. She turned to her three companions. "That means its time for us to go!" she said. "Tazel can create a distraction, we go in. But, I'll be honest, without Tazel firing up my belly, I'm not as strong as I am as Pitch. So try not to let me get shot, heh?"