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Gamma Buzz Baz still didn't know what he was doing, but when did that stop the Cockroach Kid? Never, thats when! He leapt into the air, leaving a faint green blur in his wake, and pulled back one three-fingered fist. "I don't think dinosaurs listen to diplomacy, Laz?" he shouted at Lawrence, making up a nick name on the spot. Maybe it might stick? "Especially the talking ones! In my vast experience, I have never met a talking Dinosaur that listened to reason. So therefore there arent any. Logical, see?" Irrespective of the logical merits of his reasoning, Baltazar determined that the best way to stop the Dinosaur was with a well placed cockroach fist! A glowing GAMMA COCKROACH fist!

GM There was plenty to scan. And it was dark - if it were not for the amazing dragon eyes of Nightscale, searching would have been nigh impossible. There were several dozen crates - mostly rusted - similar to the one the golden dead had been stored in. None smelled strongly of gold, or curses - but it was hard to tell, for the stench was overpowering. Some of the crates were clearly one step away from rust death, so fragile that a sneeze could disintegrate them. And yet some where still reasonably sturdy. The only other option was some half-forgotten inflatable life rafts. Probably sea worthy, by the looks of them. A but dusty and cobwebbed. But they would need a good puff of air to inflate, and would be easily punctured.

GM The Gorilla-Man roared. Perhaps, with the eye of faith, one could make out some vague gutteral words that came out of a mad gorilla with gorilla vocal cords. "GET---GRRRROOOOFFFF!" The Gorilla Man bared its teeth and flexed its biceps, wrenching the wheel left and right violently, trying to fight the Tattered Man for control. Control? The battle of sinew on the trucks wheel was not without effect. The Truck turned left, smashing into a car. It turned right, smashing into another. The insurance agents of Bedlam would have a headache in the morning. The truck briefly tilted to two wheels, threatening to jack knife. Although that would have solved one problem... ...it was still heading for the fireworks factory!

Sounds like an opposed STR check for wheel control! 18 for Gorilla-Man

Gamma Buzz "Lawrence drives clockmakers crazy!" said Baz. "And I'm radioactive!" he added, glowing slightly. "Completely harmless lethal radiation! Green radiation, too! If you ever want to cook your chicken really fast, you know where to come! Cooked in a flash, a gamma flash. Only slightly glowing green afterwards!" He hopped from foot to foot excitedly, fighting the urge to carve "GBB" into the nearest wall with his laser vision. "And I stick to walls, too!" he added, as a bonus.

Groovy - he knows the gorilla is not a gorilla Do you want to post IC?

Gamma Buzz "And I'm Gamma Buzz, baby!" chirped in Baltazar. "Also, my proper name is Baltazar Botez. Everyone calls me Baz, so you can too :)" He was happy as can be. Aliens would be quite used to radioactive half-cockroach kids. Or at least, they would be used to not being used to things. "Different galaxy? Wow. Thats really far. I mean thats like, what, a hundred light years or something?" He eyeballed Lawrence, hoping that he had somehow got astrophysics right. Baz wasn't an idiot, by any means, but he wasn't a genius either. He knew his way around a circuit board and a keyboard, but astrophysics wasn't really on his radar. He did, however, know that galazies were pretty far apart. At least a hundred light years. Maybe two hundred. That sounded about right. For Baltazar Botez, a good guess was just as good as an accurate knowledge. Maybe better.

Life sciences (untrained) DC 15 Check

GM And inside? There was a man at the wheel, of sorts. A ferocious, eight foot tall gorilla! The huge homidid turned to the Tattered man and let out a primal roar. It was still gripping the steering wheel, turning it left and right wildly, as though it half knew what to do. Its foot was on the pedal, and the engine was revving in second gear, surely at a setting that would burn out the motor in minutes. But as they were about twenty seconds from colliding with the firework factory, that wasn't going to be an issue. The gorilla was wearing the tattered remains of a t shirt and jeans. Split boots adorned its prehensile feet. A cap with "I my mom!" sat, obstinately, on its head.

No, I think we can incoreprate that into the acrobatics roll. As its not a 25, feel free to add in a little wobble and drama to the climb - and the truck is getting closer to the fireworks factory (3 rounds now)

Yes, not easy so lets say DC 25 Jump elegantly into the driver seat DC 20 Perfect langing on the roof DC 15 Prone on the roof Failure, and make a Reflex DC 15 to hang on to the side of the truck with a cinematic dangle Anything less, crunch, call it a DC 20 Toughness check

OOC for this

GM Near Midnight... ...On the streets of Bedlam The night of Bedlam was alive with its normal nocturnal residents. Tramps, drunks, burgulars, pimps, slingers, and buyers. But that was not the main event of the night. The main event was announced by the beeping of horns, the crash of cars, the screams of pedestrians. And round the corner came a lorry - large, steaming, travelling far faster than it should, threatening to jack knife as it turned. One light was out, and it was hard to see who, if anybody, was behind the wheel. It crashed through parking meters, it collided with parked vehicles. Steam poured from its damaged grill. What was certain was that it was only a matter of time before the runaway lorry would crash into some building or worse. And the people of Bedlam seemed only interested in one thing; getting out of the way. And who could blame them? For at the end of the road it hurtled down was a fireworks factory. The night looked like it would soon be illuminated with a bang. Unless some hero was on the prowl...

Gamma Buzz "Do I even have hips?" asked Baz, putting up one clubby finger with one hand and palpating his midsection with another. "Wait! I do! I still have hips! Hurrah!" He gave a little flex and twist to demonstrate. "Right, so I need to twist and then ker-pow? right?" He walked up to the super-strength bags. "These look pretty much my size, am I right?" He bent his knees, turned, twisted, and KER-POW! The super strength bag wobbled and rotated. Baz was indeed super strong. But not, as yet, skilled. "Whoopsy!" he said from the floor, prostrate and tangled up in himself. One arm had popped out of socket, dangling at some obscene angle from his shoulder. "But how about that! I punched that bag pretty hard, right? And only slightly completely dislocated my arm and ended up on the floor!"

GM The golden glob got no bigger, having absorbed all available gold, both old and new. It appeared not to fancy rust or dust, or even the relatively solid parts of the container. The broken, fragmented dead, barely holding together, were not to its taste either. Instead, it started spinning, like a vortex, on the floor. It was hard to make out, at first, in the dimmest of light, but it so happened some superheroes could see in the dark... Ripples. Ripples growing larger to the point of waves, circling, rotating around a central point. Like a whirlpool. The smell of dust. The screeching of metal. The liquid gold was drilling! Ripping into the bowels of the ship. Whatever cursed magic was on this gold, it seemed intent on destruction! Intent on scuttling the ship!

GM Professor Armitage looked rather offended by Blackstaff. "Of course I let on more than I know," he answered, hands clutching lapels. "I have spent fourty years and more studying every nook and cranny of occultism, theology, history and mythology. It would take me weeks to explain just how knowledgable I am. You think this hubris? No, sir, it is mere fact. Forty years of dedication will fill even the dullest of wit with knowledge, and I can assure you I am not dull of wit." "As for the master mage, I am a scholar of the occult, not a magician. I do not have the master mages number, nor, quite frankly, would I ring it should I have. Master mage indeed! Did they elect her? who elected her? It smacks of secret societies and nepotism, and I trust neither." He softened. "Although I confess my family stretches back centuries, ripe with occultism. But my monies and my studies are my own, not bought or handed down to me from father to son." He coughed, realising he had let anger rule his senses. "Apologies, such an outburst is unbecoming and rude, and will not solve the problem. Someone is flooding our continents with cursed artifacts from the old world. I would imagine that smuggling is perhaps more up your street, more mundane, than fighting extra dimensional horrors." "And perhaps yours, too, young lad?" he asked Golden Star. "And my impuslive protoge, too, even," he added, glaring at Thomas Dickens.

Gamma Buzz Baz crawled to the gym. The thing was, being a half cockroach teenager kinda sucked. So he had to make as much use of his powers as possible to remind himself that it wasn't all bad. Some of it, in fact, was good, like crawling along the walls, and the ceiling. And backflipping to land just by Michael. "Happy New Year!" he said, straightening his antennae. "Ker pow! Hiyaaaa! Your kung fu is really really terrible! Your golden fool style is no match for my radioactive cockroach style! Hi----yaaaaa!" Baz did a couple of spinning kicks and a karate chop. "I mean, that's what it looks like in the movies, right? Hong Kong action! Hi-yaaaa!" he explained, giving a couple more quick karate chops. The thing was, Baz was agile and fast, but really had no idea how to fight. His spins and flips were very impressive, but fighting? that was another matter. He had no experience, and no training - and anyone with half an eye could tell it.

Switching to Nauseate Aura And as I guess initiative will be coming up soon: 20

Gamma Buzz! "Woohoo! Yayayaya! Action!" Baz hopped from foot to foot. "Time for a Slowball Slam, Lawrence! Wait... did we ever work out what a slowball slam was? It sounded cool, right?" Baz pulled his antenna straight with clubby hands, and started to glow a magnificent green. "Right. Tyrannosaurus Rex, top hat, lots of fancy words. Well, I can use fancy words too! Trimexicolopezometrez! There! Take that!" he yelled at the top hatted gentleman. He paused and looked shame-facedly at Spaceman and Lawrence. "Wait they have to be real words, do they? Dang. And also... errr... .where we meant jump in and use the element of surprise?"

GM The Professor dusted snow of his jacket. "Golden Star, yes. I have heard of you. I hear of a great many things. Is it coincidence that a golden superhero brought the golden wreath to heel? Perhaps. But words have a way, especially with curses." He raised an eyebrow out Blackstaff. "Curses, it appears. Some feedback of some sort. As I said, someone is deliberately cursing America. And, yes, before you ask, it seems that the curses are landing pretty square on our soil. Not the united states, but both north and sounth America. As far north and south as you can go. Greenland seems to have missed the infection, but Greenland is not the most habited place in the world - I cannot be sure." "Someone is playing a very dangerous game, gentlemen, and...errr... madam."

Sorry for delay 21

Captain Cosmos Captain Cosmos rubbed his chin. "Quite the conundum..." "If you find out, speak out," he said. "I do... ah... keep abreast of the news, so you can be assured if the media know, I will know. I cannot reveal my secret identity, for reasons that I am sure you are aware. If anything, this night has demonstrated more than ever why I wear a mask. But I am a man under this mask, and I do promise to help, if I can." "But for now, let us be grateful the fates have smiled on us. And please, be careful. Both of you." And with that, the Multi-dimensional Man soared into the sky, and shot off. But had he seen the last of this mystery? Time would tell...

Gamma Buz "Honestly, its just a bit of harmless lethal radiation" said Baz, shocked at the Spaceman's reticence at standing in a green glow. "Velocity eh? You got one hot mama, Lawrence. She's got a magnificent pair of...err... I mean she's a really amazing superhero and really heroic. And shes as superhero too. A heroic one. That's amazing. And heroic." Fortunately, green armour plates and glowing green skin prevented Baz from blushing. "I can see why you keep it quiet. Parents footsteps, and all that. You can stand on your own two feet, don't need no special favours, I am right?" His antannae twitched. "If she was here, would she have any tips on how to go on patrol? I mean... to be be honest, I havent got a clue how to do it. I mean, what do we do? Just watch and toast marshmellows in some really amazing green radiation?" "Did anyone bring marshmellows, by the way?"

Captain Cosmos "Mr Hero. I like that," said Captain Cosmos with a smile. "Its Captain Cosmos if you want my name, madam..." He bowed at the girl. "A kid your age, hmmm? Interesting..." Lots of people had kids around eight. Not much to go on, but anything was better than nothing. And perhaps it was a clue to the villains personality. If indeed, he was a villain. In Captain Cosmos' experience, things were usually a bit more nuanced than that. The mastermind behind this spectacle had some sympathy with the girl. And motivation? To manipulate the senator? It sounded likely. "I'm fine with the media normally, but I dont think this is the time or place, not after your girl's shock. And I appreciate your faith in me, sir. I may not always live up to it, but I hope you think well enough of me even if I do come up short sometimes." He looked around and softened his voice to a whisper. "I doubt this show is finished. Someone set this up, and we need to stop him, or her. Maybe it wont be your granddaughter next time, maybe it will be someone elses. Maybe I cant stop it. The question is - why this show? Is someone trying to humiliate or manipulate you?"

GM "Tra la la la bubble bubble blub" sang the fish, quite happy in its bowl, and seemingly still possessed with a love of singing. Who knows? Maybe Bernadette could have a novelty back up singer in the future? Summer wrung her ten fingers dry. "I need to listen to some death metal to get that place out of my head. Best be bad death metal without any tune or rhthmn, too!" "I need to drink!" said the Leprachaun, who dissapeared in a puff of magic green smoke. "Now I have a regenerated liver, I think I will join him! Adieu, ladies. Yes, ladies indeed. I shall keep my eye out for you!" said the Duke, with a wink. Taking a deep breath of sweet and stale air, he exited - by more conventional means. "And as for us. Maybe its time to start a band for real!" said Summer.... ~ Fin ~