Supercape

"I can't repair this TV lets hit it with a hammer...hey that worked!" kind of thing? An excellent use of an HP. So after a bit of fudging about Freebooter and Crimson Tigers actions we are now at: Round 5 25 - Blod - 1 HP 24 - Tsunami - Fatigued - Unharmed - 2 HP 21 - Crimson Tiger - Unharmed - 4 HP 13 - Devil Ray - Bruised (2500 feet out) 11 - Free Booter - Unharmed 11 - Captain - Unharmed Ok, to recap, the Engines have been shut down by Blod. Blod and the Captain are on the Bridge. Free booter and Crimson Tiger are on the fore deck of the ship, and Tsunami is at the rear, with Devil Ray knocked back 2500 feet. Blod is up!

NPC "The Police?" yelped Harry, accidentally flicking ash on Lucy in surprise. Truth was, it was indeed surprise - and annoyance. And a touch of fear. He had a few friends on the force, and a few enemies. They could easily recognise him and blow this. And if one of his old "pals" was feeling particularly vindictive, they could even implicate him. "That's not good, my friend. Not good at all...what's happened? they busting the joint? do we need to make ourselves scarce?" Unconsciously, the perpetual coward's eyes started darting around the building, looking for places he could run too if things got dicey. And they avoided meeting the gaze of Harry or Lucy. Well, I gotta know my escape routes! he justified to himself.

GM What in hell are you playing at! laughed Tazel as Kit weaved her power. You were no more than bait little girl, just a....paWN....JUST A PA....RATS! RATS! VILE AND HORRIBLE! EVERYWHERE! FEEL THE WRATH OF HELL, INSIGNIFICANT VERMIN!!!! yelled the demon as he was overcome by Kit. Anger, it seemed, was something it was easy to turn a demon's heart too. Tazel burned brighter, and flew to the swarm. Inevitably, some died, burnt up as Tazel did the job of a thousand exterminators, albeit in a less humane way. The Demon was not inclined to give quarter in the best of circumstance, and now , enraged, he most certainly was not. The rats themselves pulled away, but did not falter. Some irresistible force pushed them forward, turning the abandoned railway into a sorry sight, a charge of possessed rats, like lemmings or moths, into the fire of Tazel. But for all his strength, Tazel could not enter near pitch. The rat army swarmed over her, but rather than attacking started to pull her away...down...down...through refuse and down a concealed manhole. BURN! BURN, YOU FILTHY CREATURES! I SHALL TOAST YOU ALL!!!! screamed Tazel in fury as he went about his task of rat decimation.

IC fail, so: 1D20+5 => 16 Tazel can easily burn away / scare the rats in safety (due to his insubstantial and straike aura), but cannot enter where Pitch has fallen.

I think standard for this is that wings are based on the flight power, with a drawback 1 point (if wings bound). No need for additional limbs, unless you want them to serve some other function. Which is rather unlikely I guess but possible. M&M isn't hugely granular. I'm sure if you wanted to use wings to bash people when your hands are tied you could be allowed that with extra effort or an HP (effectively a stunt of the flight power).

No, its not an infernal power. The mechanism behind this (other than PLOT device) is that Tazel cant enter holy ground, which means he gets ejected from her when it happens - an unpleasant experience that, combined with a motorcycle crash, has left her dazed for now. Someone has secretly consecrated part of the rubbished up railyards. And unfortunately no shadows! Well, you did want a rescue, huh?

Another HP for Pitch's complication (No Exorcisms please) - yes, she will probably need them as I will conspire to take her out of the action and move to Kits show! Pitch 3 HP Fatigued Kit 1 HP as for the rats - of course even Kits low powered blast can take out a measly rat trouble is they are swarming from everywhere. I wont handle this as combat, although it is potentially kinetic.

GM Pitch raised her hand in farewell and started the bike. It had gone maybe 20 yards when she fell off, the bike skidding wildly. She clutched her throat her, her face contorted. With a blaze of fire and smoke, she opened her mouth wide. Words came out from her open jaw, not her own, but Tazels! HOLY GROUND! he yelled. Tazel was bound to the Cantos' bidding, but he could not resist. He flew out of Picthes mouth as she writhed from the smoke and fire that trailed out of her mouth. She lay on the ground, clearly injured from the fall, as Tazel was spat out behind her. Oh I did try and stay, really I did! laughed Tazel, a foot high wisp of flame that danced around. Even as he spoke and danced, Sam could hear an awful scurrying. A field of rats, numbering hundreds, was scampering out of the refuse and abandoned carriages, towards Carmen and herself...

Velocity can spy two more agenst just outside the room - by things like indentations on the carpet. There may be more further out, but even with extended vision from her helmet, thats too far. There may well be more incoming. Fenris is up!

"The cellars, is it?" replied Rene, seizing on the map of Elisabeth's words. He bit his tongue at her mention of the Revolution. It was true, his experience of it was mixed, and it had been bloody, mean, and nasty. And, to cap it all, he had had the awful complexities of Gallia to deal with. But in his heart he believed in the principle. It was not for one man - or indeed woman to crush another soul beneath boot due to accident of birth - or perhaps for any reason. Aristocracy was injust. Viva la revolution, his heart sang. He reined in his opinion of Elisabeth. After all, he realised, it would not have been easy for the aristocrats. "And tell me, my dear Elisabeth, what of your cellars? I doubt they are looking for fine wine, although a good vintage is certainly worth the effort, in my opinion. Have you any idea what they might be looking for?"

"Words well spoken, and I don't doubt their truthfulness" said Lord Steam, bowing to the Madame. "But of course, truth can be so deceiving, can't it? one might say a true word can deceive more than the lie!" he said, an air of Oscar Wilde about him. The vintage clothes and the pompous confident movements added to that analogy. "So if you aren't here to steal the diamond, a deception well played, incidentally, then I can only ask you what magnificent contraption you are here to steal and hence humiliate us all!" he asked, hoping the Madame would take his bait. "You do not smell of innocence, my dear. But something far more enticing!"

Steam makes DC 15 automatically with his crafty +15 bonus!

Something growing in the Fens, y'know. Now you couldn't possibly ignore that, could you? Tazel, why do you insist on propelling me into every stinking mess you get wind of? Me? Me? I just exist to serve the great and powerful Cantos! Yeah, right. And to find anyway you can to free yourself of your bond. And to create as much misery, havoc, and despair as you can whilst you wait for that day. Now shut up and let me drive... The evening was upon Freedom City, the sun still the sky but hanging low, casting shadows. Carmen had heeded the words of the fiery demon in her belly. Of course, she knew that practically everything Tazel did was to get her into trouble, but he couldn't lie to her direct command. If the imp had come to know of something in the Fens, then she had better check it out. She was not in a mood to investigate this as Carmen Cantos. Instead, as she rode he adapted bike into the Fens, she was dressed as Pitch. Smoke belched from her mouth, with flickers of fire hinting at the demon down her gullet. Her leather trousers and bracers were studded and smouldering, as was the jet black silk stop she wore, a backless number that revealed the ink of the Cantos tattoo running down her spine. She pulled up as she saw the bomb squad and Police. Here I am, smoking like a smouldering bonfire, and I run into a bomb disposal squad...great. Should have kept it undercover... She ticked off the engine of her humming motorcycle, aware that her entrance had been rather dramatic.

Taggin this!

Not quite last! Round 1 54 - Velocity - Fatigued - 2 HP 7 - Fenris - Unharmed - 2 HP 6 - Time Agents [?] - Unharmed Velocity is up!

GM As Agnes left the Joker, she was hit by a light rain in her face. The night was warm, wet, and dark. Pale orange neon softly illuminated the wet street, creating an eerie ambience. It was unusually quiet, only the dull sound of faraway cars driving past. Outside, the two thugs who sat by the Hatchet were waiting for her. "Billy Brains" (named for his beating of them, not the possession) and "Ted Ticker" (named for his obsessive fondling of his waistcoat watch) were outside to greet her. "Evening Agnes!" extrolled Ted, a highpitched eloquent voice. "Where are you perambulating to in such irriguous precipitation? we would have parley with the Frenchman with whom you did verbalise your thought!" "Wheres the Frenchy?" Grunted Bill in a menacing tone, bringing out a knife.

ok im holding that initiative roll in reserve for the moment. Im presuming Roi is still in the Joker, Agnes just outside in the dark!

Fine by me, post away!

Supercape whirled around from left to right, his brain trying to absorb what was happening. For all his plethroa of exotic senses were threatening to overwhelm his senses. "What on earth is going on here? Multiplying rap stars? Clouds of living gas? Radioactive men? All at once?" he shouted, vexed at the explosion of strange that was going on. He could only guess that Merge, at least, was - despite appearances - possessed of some decency the way she expressed what he hoped was concern for his alter ego. Strange and peculiar - and alien - she might be, but that act inclined him to protect her, as best he could. His mind delved and zoomed into the subatomic plane, shifting around subtle events and destroying almost non-existent particles, releasing a cascade of energy that poured into the Orda cloud, lighting it up a pretty shade of purple.

Ok well Supercape will switch targets to Orda Cloud and irradiate her too, for another DC 28 Tough Roll. And then, the secondary effect "afterglow" hits Cerenkov for another DC 28 Tough roll.

Time Agents, Attack!!! First off, "Herr Apfelbaum" will launch a suprise attack against Fenris. For all his professionalism, he is riled! 1d20+8=25 this should hit a flat-footed Fenris, and it will be a Stun 6 effect (DC 16 Fort Save). For reference, the Time Agents have +6 att/def, +6 Toughness, and have [all] visual concealment. Initiative roll for first round please! 1d20+5=6 not so good!

GM "You clearly have no respect for the law" replied Herr Apfelbaum in perfect English. His manner had changed somewhat. Steely, precise, intelligent and clear. For al his visage, he seemed to look taller, prouder, more confident. "Rest assured we will be making your life something we keep an eye on now" he said in cold tones to Fenris. "Rude, impulsive, unlawful, dangerous. A risk to the time stream, a vital node this is...Harrow will not be pleased!" His image spluttered and faded, briefly giving rise to the image of a man in a high tech bodysuit, before it, too vanished. "The stopwatch is ours" he said out of thin air, his voice now disembodied. "All Agents! Break Cover!" he shouted, before a lance of energy streamed forth towards Fenris...

Rene cooed in appreciation of Elisabeth's words. An ally here? Perhaps some illumination can be spared! "Well met, Elisabeth. I would ponder why you have chosen an English name. But perhaps the Gods of Time are against us for such musings. I am afraid I was unaware of your status as lady of the manor. And I was equally unaware of that you knew Father Henri here..." There may be more to the Father than meets the eye, or his tongue has revealed! "But what throws my ignorance into boldest relief, and hungers my interest, are the Priory of Scion. Infernal, you say? Bold words, and I presume inspired by most greviuous insult. Have they imprisoned you here? or laid hand on you? pray tell, what of them? I have inclination that there is foul intent afoot here, but I did not know you would be embraced by it!"

GM The snake, with its horrible, human, and huge brown eyes turned them to Young Brittania. Its forked tongue and hard mouth could not form words, just hiss, although one would get the distinct impression that the snake would have liked to speak, given how its hiss sang and broke. It seemed more than a beast. It seemed possessed by an intelligence. The screams did not stop of course, just intensify. Screams and cries, and in particular from one little child, separated from her parents, her own brown eyes wide at the snake, a tear running down her cheek, and an empty ice cream cone - the previous contents of which had been spilled down her dress.

Which is fine by me! A hero point to both of you for secret I.D. Complications. And Heraldo is up!