Supercape

GM "Come in!" came the voice, in reply to Velocities rap on the door. "Do take off those glasses!" Heather Steed was wrapped in a dressing gown, sitting on a plush chair enjoying the sea view. She had some colorful looking cocktail in her hand. She wasn't exactly drunk, but she wasn't exactly sober either. She was a tallish woman, blessed with great looks and a great figure. And a confidence that utilised both. She was sexy, and - more impressively - it wasn't spoiled by the fact she knew it. Her hair was long, blonde, and clearly died, tied back in a style that blended carefree and stylish. Her skin and features indicated that she took more from her Spanish heritage than her English one. She waved her hand at the Helmet on Velocities head. "No need for that here. There aren't any camera's or bugs here. Feel free to look, I'm sure it will only take you a second..." she explained as she sipped her pink liquor. "And thanks for coming so quickly. I had no doubt you would. I hope you don't mind the telegram. A bit old fashioned, I know, but it has its charm. And, when people try to snoop around they check the phone calls and the e mails, they don't stop to think of commissioned telegrams..."

Its an interesting face! Any idea about origin, and how it ties in with the mythology and RM?

He doesn't know where the Painting of Gallia is? Then there is hope! ... But then, neither do I! Rene sat down, feeling old despite his youth. He stroked his brown in consternation. "Marianne, my dear. I am afraid danger is upon us. A danger I suspect you were aware of, however ghostlike it appeared to you. The cold hardness of stone brings us to the reality, which is less palatable..." "...yet despite this, our own personal danger is a small flower, one I would save, but it is in a field. The field is France, and it will burn if we do not stop this madman and the madness he cloaks himself in. Do you know where Gallia's portrait is?" "And then, we must get out of here..." he said, testing the door and barred window.

GM The Receptionist bolted upright, a sweat breaking out and pupils dilating in fear. His eyebrows raised almost clean off his face in surprise. "la velocidad! la velocidad!" he proclaimed excitedly. "A superhero! here!" he asked in just slightly shaky English. "I...I...how can I help! Do you wish to stay? we can offer the finest rooms, a very professional staff...." he explained as a reflex. His eyes caught the beeping game of minesweeper on his computer. He quickly scuffled his mouse around the computer to try and get rid of it. "And yes yes. We have a Ms. Heather Steed here. Room 44, top floor. Aha....is she is expecting you? shall I call her?"

"There are plenty of ways to insult you, Monsieur. Regretfully, your intelligence is not among that long list" sniffed Rene, disliking the man. "I am, of course, aware of the Meriovingians. And of the preposterous notion of a holy bloodline. Pfah! I have no times for zealots or plots. And all the Gods, real, imagined, or as it turns out, both, can kiss my posterior! Mankind is full of enough wonder and nobility, it needs no distraction from it!" "So, you intent to produce an heir to the throne, infused with the essence of Gallia? I wonder who controls who, here? if you labour under the delusion of being more than a pawn, you will find your fate less than desired. But tell me of this perfect woman? I have yet to meet perfection in any form..."

GM The ocean's parted for Velocities speed, a ripple threading back several miles as she ploughed the waves between continents. Hotel Castrello was in a nice location, a few hundred yards from a stony beach, with a good view in a quaint but well maintained part of the region. It wasn't a tourist trap, but catered for tourists. Tapas bars and restaurants spotted the streets, and there was a square where the locals - and some visitors drank wine, coffee, and the sites. The Hotel itself was fairly modern, a couple of stories high, and - Megan noted - four stars. Good, but not top quality. Fitted with what Megan had found out about Steed. She had plenty of money but preferred a bit of grit. A party girl. With her Helmet's magnification, she could see the detail inside, a slightly bored receptionist, a man of middle age with a salt and pepper hair and trimmed beard, playing card solitaire on the computer whilst keeping half an eye out for guests or his boss... There was no sign of Steed, but the top floor did have a room with its blinds pulled down..

Thats great Ari, I like the idea of some London Crime Lord with connections to the top and the bottom. What would his relationship be with Osprey? have they had previous clashes, or even partnerships? any third parties involved? how would he fit into the RM?

Pitch lay on the dust and rock, peering through the binoculars, feeling for all the world like a marine commando. "Well we got some time anyway. And the sun is setting, so we shall have bit of cover in the night, not to mention respite from the desert heat. I'm sweating like a pig and gonna be sunburnt tomorrow..." she complained, taking off her jacket and mopping her brow. Her t shirt was showing the signs of excessive pespiration and her leather trousers were beyond uncomfortable. She could certainly have thought of better attire than this for a desert excursion in this season. She took a large glug of water from a flask by her side, and regretted the indulgence. Tazel could, in his belly, supply all the sustenance she needed, including water. But the others would need it - Nikki, she was not so sure about. Still, cool water felt good. "Well we didn't pack for desert camping or survival. We need to do this tonight, or we will end up dying of thirst and heat" she explained, thinking of Axel and Rachel rather than herself. "So, we need to sneak in to find out what they are up to, and then stop it. Whose with me?" she asked.

OOC for thread. Hronos and Vahn (and old friends) get entangled in more time problems. Vahn> I will proceed to hook in Hronos asap - however need to kick off with Megan. (dont worry I will bring him in soon!) Megan> I am sure you can do a Gather Information in a second - a take 20 result of 32 will find out that Ms Heather Steed is a half spanish treasure hunter / archeologist. Her reputation is for excellent results despite not being formally trained or being especially clever. She seems to have a knack for finding things, and has made a small fortune doing so. She is unmarried, and has some vague nobility blood on both her English and Spanish side. She also has a reputation for being a bit of a loose cannon / wild child, with minor convictions for lewdness, drunknedness, disturbing the peace in several countries. She is actually wanted in the states on charges of digging up Native American sites without permission - so she sticks to non-extradition countries.

GM 3rd June 2013 Telegrams were somewhat antiquated mean of communication in the world of satellites and the instant gratification of the internet. But, being antiquated, they had the charm of antiquity. And they could catch Megan Howell's eye because of that antiquity. And charm. MS M. HOWELL URGENT PLEASE MEET GRAN CANARIA, AGUIMES, HOTEL CASTRELLO, 24 EL PROGRESSO STOP RE: STOPWATCH STOP SECOND DEVICE FOUND STOP PLEASE COME WITH ALL POSSIBLE VELOCITY STOP YES I KNOW STOP NEED YOUR HELP STOP FROM MS HEATHER STEED

"That sound's like a plan" replied Carmen, pulling on a leather jacket and some jeans. She still looked half dressed with just a t shirt, jacket and jeans, but at least she wasn't too immodest. She would have to do without her boots and calliper - there wasn't the time. Instead, she gripped her cane and followed the two guards to the living room. "Come on Billy!" she said at the young man who was trying to keep pace. "We haven't got time to sit on our behinds!" "Lets get to the Living Room. And if there are any monsters around, I want a piece!" she said, indicating - with a pull of her finger and thumb - a firearm. Sure, she could hurl out metal and fire and smoke that would far surpass any firearm, but that would entail giving her her identity to a few more people than she was comfortable. And besides, demons could be immune to the fire she spat at them.

Carmen risked a peek under the Jeep. She was no engineer, but she knew a thing or two about the smell of diesel and the chime of motors. It looked solid enough to her. "Sounds good to me. Nice motor you have. Even if I do prefer two wheels to four" she said, climbing in with a heft of her arms. She made sure the Cantos cane was out of reach of Nikki. The woman - if woman she was - was clearly something out of the usual, and so was her cane. Who knew what would happen if they met? they might explode. She chuckled slightly at the thought. "Lets take a look at this Church then" she said. Rachel and Axel could follow well enough in their own vehicle she judged - the off terrain round here was not so harsh that a sturdy vehicle couldn't make it. "As for...Spot" she smiled, liking the name. "He will behave himself for now. I can't promise how long for. I'm not the sorcerer my father was. The chains may slip...but for now, he will be a good doggy..." "So lets not hang around. I want a look at that church!"

Ok so Hatchet is once more incapacitated. This means Agnes is up, Hatchets Fort save to recover from Dazzled which is: 1d20+7=16 Technically this is at the end of the round, so Agnes can act whilst Hatchet is still dazzled (and thus flat footed)

Done! As Marcus and Rev have come at this from different angles, and dont know each other, HP are available for inter player conflict (getting in each others way) and role playing this. As long as you dont decend to PvP E-peen ego contests. On the flip side, there is no pressure to get into such a mess, I just offer it on the menu!

GM Gordon Goodman leaned back in an antique chair that creaked quite alarmingly despite his relatively modest frame. He seemed quite surprised to see Revenant, and smiled openly when he saw her. "Two for the price of one, eh? That's what I call good business..." he said with dubious and possibly no meaning. "This here property is my land, ladies. And as its so being therewithall my land, a don't see any impediment, ah say impediment, to my doing what ever I so wishes with this here land!" he said. "I ain't building, if that's what you is asking, although you don't look like no architect, ah say you don't look like no architect!" he said, with a grin, slamming the flat of his palm down on his desk in Texan joy. "As you too ladies are quite pleasant to the eye, ah say quite pleasant to the eye, I don't mind telling you we are doing a spot of excavating, prospecting that is! You see..." At that point, Marcus burst in. "Ah say! What, Ah say What, is the meaning of this here intrusion, sir? Three's company, but Fours a crowd, sir! And if you don't mind me saying, you ain't so easy on the eye as my two good friends here!" he said, standing up full of outrage.

Carmen sat up like a bolt, drawing the top sheet round her body in a manner both concealing and suggestive. The sheets pulled away from Billy's prostrate form, exposing him to full view. "What happened? who? where? what?" she babbled, all questions rolled into one without any specification. "And you can point those rifles away, gents! I don't like being shot!" she asked, waving the hunting rifles away. "I was...errr...asleep..." hey eyes darted for an instant to Billy. "I didn't see or hear anything! is it safe now? does Acheron know of this? is he safe?"

"Monsieur, I do apologise. And do not debate where my true loyalties lie. They are not in tune with the chains of the gaes the Prince of lies has chained me with!" His voice was tinged with the considerable humiliation and anger at Parsinkles trickery - or, more precisely, that Parsinkle had tricked him. He bopped another Fey rebel on the nose. "Again, I apologise! Consider my pugilism fire for your fury! Direct it at your lord and master! His is the true hand behind the fist!" he shouted in frustration. "And that paintbrush! Use it, sir! Use it! Art will be your ally!"

Shifting -2 attack / +2 Defence! 1d20+2=20 Balls, another DC 14 Toughness Save!

Ok, time to start wrapping things up. I think we have a pretty good grasp on the old characters and the relationship map. Before we do, however, I will open this up one last time - for any personal nemesis or enemies your characters may have. Whilst these PCs are clearly in the "villain" park, the same priniciples apply - fitting them into a relationship map. They can be full on supervillains or just nasty street thugs. "Mr. Evil" is bad. "Evil" is not a motivation or character. I hope we are looking for someone with more complex motivations, such as a mercy-killing nurse with biological alteration powers, or a punk neo-luddite / environmentalist who wants to destroy industry (as two crude examples). If they can fit in with your PC, very good! After you guys think about personal nemesis, we can pull this thread together and start kicking it off.

Pitch will take 10 on a Knowledge (Popular Culture) Roll for a 20, seeing if she knows Celeste, the Opera House, or Margureitte, the singer.

"It's been a long time since I rocked out on stage" said Carmen, honestly. Not that we was shy. You could go a long way in rock with just some attitude. She recalled her days in a few punk rock bands as a teenager and beyond. The Burning Chicks, The Rioters, and one particularly terrible outfit Unconstructive Feedback, whose repetoire had consisted almost entirely of wailing feedback loops. "Still, I can probably knock out a few power chords and a shrill wail..." she laughed. And, of course, breathe fire and rain heavy metal (literally) if it came to it. And no critique from you, Tazel. And no singing, either... "Just, Oooh - give me a good guitar" she sang, recalling the cover she had performed with Useless Punkass, and grabbing what looked to be the shiniest and reddest guitar available. She gave a saucy wink to Riff.

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Internet has gone, not sure why. If I could have a few days grace on posting theads for may that would be spiffy

Champion is perfect. y Dderwen is also good. I suspect this would be translated for generic use to something phonetically easier. How do you pronounce that "Derwen?" As for spreading the team across the country this is a good idea in my opinion. I have no objection to Scots and Welsh, although it leaves you thinking England is London and that's it. My thoughts y Dderwen - Welsh, no fixed abode? Headcase - London? Lucy Diamond - Scottish or Irish countryside? Champion - A country town? This gives a mix between highly urbanised (London), to urban (Champion, a country town), to Village life (Hippy Lucy), to literally a field (y Derwen). As Champion is the head, I fancy making him a bit middle of the road here, not Scottish or Irish, but some quiet smallville like English town. Personal thoughts only - any comments?

Tazel looked at the studded leathers that adorned her body. The costume, along with the smoke and licks of flame, was conspicuous to say the least. She didn't mind the odd person finding out was Pitch. Rumors would add to her mystique. But it need not - should not - must not - get out of hand. "Billy, back in the room, now!" she hissed, shooing him into her room. Shut me down, Tazel! she ordered. Dutifully, the demon simmered down, the smoke and leathers dissappearing. Yeah...back to nightwear...she wasn't a modest lady, and didn't have a body to be modest about. But still, running around like this was a step to far. She dove into the bed, covering herself with the duvet before realising Billy was in the room with her. Oh good grief... She tossed the cane aside, and pulled him into the bed beside her. "It's for our cover!" she smiled at him. He wasn't bad looking, she thought in the back of her head... She lay down, only to stiffen up and look at the bound Hellstinger. "And as for you! back to where you came from!" she commanded.