Supercape

GM Paris, France...and Nice, France... Even at full speed, Velocity could not quickly cover the entire city. But directing her attention at the spots she could remember, those she spent with Lord Harrow, were unremarkable apart from the normal smell of world class cuisine that wafted from the kitchens and restaurants of the city. Verbier, Switzerland... ..however, was a different proposition. Up in the small town, Veocity could remember the holiday they had spent here, the hotels they had stayed in, the food they had eaten, the snow they had skied down. The hotel, a five star establishment called Aube Blanche* had been exceptional even for the high standards of the regime. In the ledger, just signed, the name of Harrow, and their old room, 17.

GM Sweden... Doctor Lind greeted Fenris with a frown. "Fenris...is it?" she remarked. "I try to keep up with important figures" she explained "and of course there is an certain local appeal, given the Nordic myths" she smiled. "I hope you are not as unkindly as the son of Loki" she said, a laugh mixed with the faintness of anxiety. She already had a half-formed notion of what was going on, thanks to her insistence on answers from those staff that had accompanied her - although they were not fully aware either. "If you could explain exactly what has gone on here?" she asked, as helpfully and diplomatically as she was able. "You can understand my anxieties...abnormal readings, then a series of alarms - or cancelled alarms - I have lost track somewhat. I know my authority is somewhat limited here, for the moment, but I would be much obliged if you could give me a thorough explanation..."

The Interview: The Cantos Diaries, by Carlos Cantos, is an infernal book. Bound in leather and made from parchment, the Diaries detail the life and knowledge of the sorcerer Carlos Cantos. The book is said to have a soul of its own… Carmen Cantos, owner of the diaries, learned how to draw on the sorcery of the infernal forge, a dimension beyond time and space, a realm of fire and metal. But drawing on such sorcerous magic demands a reflection of the soul. One must answer honestly to the demands of the diaries… Pitiful Mortal, who art thou? Carmen Cantos, the daughter of Carlos, and heir to these diaries and his legacy. Can't say its the nicest inheritance you could wish for... I have not eyes to the flesh, only the soul. What is your visage? Strong and full of life, beautiful and wild. And, thanks to my father, an infernal tattoo down my spine. Yes, that hurt…I suffer pains and walk with a limp now thanks to him. I am I have not ears to hear, just the whisperings of the spirit. How do you speak? In English, or Spanish, a low and rich. I even used to sing. I speak the language of the road, American and broad. No fancy words from my tongue, excepting those arcane or of myth. Speak now, mortal, what is your heart’s desire? I shall not be my father, much as your wicked pages might twist me. No, I shall not be him, the creatures infernal shall fall before me. And yet, I desire to free my father from whatever cage he has made himself. And what is your strength to grasp such desires? How be it? No devil or demon can harm me, book. My strength is my will, forged on the road and through hardship and determination. I shall not fail. And what flaw in thy armor or thy heart imperils ye most? My flesh, broken by my father’s incantations and tattoo, and the twisted words of Tazel, the demon of my father now bound to me. He will bend every moment to my malice, requiring I break him to my word at every turn Tell me truthfully, what is your greatest love? I…can’t say truthfully. My loves are transient and mercurial. Perhaps then, it is myself, although I hold hate enough for myself too. How I would love to love. And without lie, what is the other side of the coin? I hold hate enough for my father, the legacy he gave me. It fills me. And yet, to be truthful, it is not without love. Perhaps we can only truly hate what we love, and only truly love what we hate. Where then is your peace of mind? On the road, with the wind in my hair. When I rock to music, with a drink in my hand. With a lover, for a brief moment. Tell me then, mortal, what is your greatest fear? I have seen the shadows of impossible creatures in my life. They are plenty to fear, although they do not command me with that fear. Perhaps my greatest fear is to fall into fear, despair, and be twisted by Tazel, the demon that gives me strength. Hell, perhaps it is to be alone. What do you wish to do with your pathetic short life? I would like to find and face my father. I don’t know what I’ll say, or do, but I would like to close that wound. What is your place in the world, pathetic mortal? I’m a rock n roll goddess, a biker, a sorcerer and a rolling stone. I may not have settled down, but with my history, how could I? everything gets twisted when I visit. All I try to do is make this world a little bit less twisted, a little bit more human, and caring. Try to remove the stench of corruption and lies from the modern world. A pathetic, insignificant, and lonely life, mortal. How do you fit in with the rest of humanity? I fit in ok. I made a few enemies – the Gas Chugger biker gang, a few suits, even the law. I ain’t fitting in with white collar society, and I ain’t trying. Whence do you place your loyalties, insignificant as they are? My friends. All of them. Anyone does good by me, I’ll do good by them. When it comes to the people who live through whatever mess I get them in to, you can count on me to give whatever I can back. It ain’t about country, or state, or religion either. It’s about people. And what about your blood? Family? There ain’t none left, torturous book. You should know, as you are the echo of my father. My mother was gunned down when the Feds busted the old man, thanks to him flippin’ off one too many of the infernal folk. And nobody know’s what became of my father. What would your pathetic excuses for friends say about such a worthless insipid creature as yourself? I’d guess they say I was trouble, but I was worth it. I got their backs. Most people, they just see me as a wild child, good heart, bad company. Truth is, I got problems way beyond that, and I guess people who know me, they know I got a whole lot of good in my heart too. You consider such a twisted thing as yourself a role model? No way. I’m a warning. What foolish Gods and Myths do you place your misguided ignorant faith in, insignificant mortal? I guess I don’t. Sure, I seen devils and demons aplenty. Maybe I even seen angels, although they are from the same cut. But if there is a God, he ain’t showing his face. I put my faith in my will and my friends. And how black is your spirit, mortal? Are you tainted or pure? I guess I landed with tainted when I was born. Not my fault about that. Guess I didn’t help much with who I hung out with as a kid. I may never be pure, but I aim to be purer. You have answered truthfully, mortal. Now, consider what you have said, and reflect. What does this reveal? I guess at the end of the day, I’m a good girl with a bad legacy. I just got make sure I don’t fall into my father’s footsteps. I got to make sure I connect with humanity.

>The Interview >Reputation Chart >HellQ >Origin

Pitch Carlos Cantos Knowledge (Streetwise) DC 15: Carlos Cantos was the head of an infamous biker gang, the Blacksmokers. The Gang were mainly active in the 80s. DC 20: Carlos Cantos was rumoured to be a Satanist and a black magician. His daughter, Carmen Cantos, is a rock Journalist. DC 25: Carlos was an occultist, known for dealing with devils and infernal creatures, and this is where the Blacksmoke gang gained a lot of their power and reputation. Word was, he wasn’t a bad guy himself, just dabbled were he shouldn’t have dabbled. He ended up shot in a Fed bust, leaving only his daughter, Carmen Cantos. DC 30: Carlos had a “devil stickâ€, a cane he used to bind demons with. He got in over his head, though – word is that the Fed bust that killed him and his wife was arranged by some infernal creature he had angered. Carmen Cantos Knowledge (Popular Culture) DC 20: Carmen Cantos is a journalist for Rock Review magazine: a rock and heavy metal popular culture magazine. She, like the magazine is known for being opinionated and a little anarchic. DC 25: Carmen Cantos is somewhat erratic and nomadic – her reports, whilst well written, are erratic. She briefly played in a punk rock band, Annex several years ago, although it was not successful. Knowledge (Streetwise) DC 15: Carmon Cantos is known to several biker gangs. DC 20: She is the daughter of the (in)famous Carlos Cantos, she maintains a healthy reputation in the biker / rock culture. Gather Information DC 15: Carmen Cantos is a journalist for Music Journalist. DC 20: She works for Rock Review magazine. She has no permanent abode, although she tends to work and live in Freedom City. She has a physical disability. DC 25: Carmen Cantos is known to several biker gangs and rock music outfits (clubs, bands, etc). She walks with a limp and often uses a walking stick. Pitch Knowledge (Arcane or Theology/Philosophy) DC 15: Pitch uses black magic / sorcery. DC 20: Pitch is known to be able to bind and command infernal creatures. Her powers revolve around smoke, fire, and the like. DC 25: Pitch is rightly feared by such creatures, being able to command them and apparently be immune to their powers. She is able to utilise “the infernal forgeâ€, a magic drawing on fire and metal. DC 35: Pitch has a bound demon, Tazel, who normally resides within her and grants her physical strength and power. Tazel is under her command although in reality is an evil, malign being. Gather Information DC 10: Pitch is a superheroine operating mainly in Freedom City who uses fire and smoke powers. DC 15: Pitch is believed to use magical and / or infernal powers. DC 20: She has operated as far south as Mexico, and seems to travel a lot, even if she is mainly based in Freedom City. She had had her run ins with other sorcerers and creatures summoned from the infernal realms. DC 25: Pitch is a black magician or sorcerer. Although she appears to act as a good guy, she has been known to avoid churches or holy places. She has, at times, been seen with a flickering, living flame next to her.

GM Meanwhile...on the Bridge... The Captain frowned, staring at Blod intently. "I'm not sure exactly who you are. But you are breaking the law, I know that much. This is my ship, girl. My ship, my rules. Private property. I don't have to put up with being ordered around. And I don't have to put up with having knives thrown at me...." "And I will not be threatened on my own ship!!!!" he shouted, full of anger. To punctuate his point, he pulled the trigger on his shotgun. A light exploded above Blod. The man had only fired across her bow. "Two can play at that game, miss!" he chortled, his face still red from rage. "No let me tell you, this is your final warning! Get the hell of my ship!!!" he roared, a voice accustomed to giving orders, and having those orders obeyed. His shout was loud and toxic enough to send a light spluttering of spit to accompany the words.

And now the Captain will fire a warning shot at Blod. It won't hit, but he is just playing tit for tat! And that means an intimidate attempt! 1d20+12=31 Round 4 25 - Blod - 2 HP 24 - Tsunami - Fatigued - Unharmed - 2 HP 21 - Crimson Tiger - Unharmed - 4 HP 13 - Devil Ray - Unharmed 11 - Captain - Unharmed Blod is up, and needs to resolve that intimidation!

GM Meanwhile... Devil Ray marched right up to Tsunami. The water blast of Tsunami hit him square in the chest, and he paused only momentarily laughing the impact off. "What's this?" he asked her, rhetorically. "A little girl on a ship? and one that slings water around. I bet it was you that stopped the ship, was it not? Well, my little friend, this ship is under my protection. I'm an expensive man, with expensive tastes, but I'm worth it!" He reached out to grab Tsunami, only crunching the tarpaulin-covered deck beside her. His strength was prestigious, his hands crunching wood and steel beneath them. "As slippery as the sea!" he commented, annoyed "but no match for me!" he said, full of confidence.

GM The Pirate shadow carried motionless - studying the brawl - or rather, what remained after its conclusion. As if jolted, the figure walked towards Crimson Tiger and whatever dockers were left standing. "Ahh, me hearties!" swaggered the Pirate, a tall man dressed in full regalia, complete with cutlass in his right hand. 'twas the Freebooter. A pirate anarchist, superhero to some, supervillian to more. He addressed Crimson Tiger directly. "I never seen such a fighter, madam. But every blow struck against these scum is one I applaud!" he said, with a broad and toothy grin, and yes, he did indeed have a gold tooth. "The real villains be the company who run this dock. Putting honest folk out of a livin' - why? why? I aim to put down this operation! this whole company!" he roared, swishing his cutlass left and right. "You there!" he snapped at one of the barely conscious thugs "What's on that ship? No, never mind your head too much about that, my friend, I will scuttle it, and with it the company!"

This means Devil Ray is up He is going to try grappling Tsunami! 1d20+8=11 a miss!

Supercape nodded to the bouncer, noting the brief glow in his eyes. That's not normal! he noted to himself. Our lady of mystery has clearly been busy. He studied the gaunt man ahead, noting his eyes were under cover. Noting he was gaunt. Concluding it was suspicious, to say the least. "Good day to you, Sir!" he started, as boldly as he could. "We are here to see...errrr...." he paused for a fraction, wondering how he should term the lady in question. "...the lady of this establishment!" he concluded truthfully, hoping the mercurial nature of the term might profer some informative retort.

1d20+7=18 Fourth Bruise! in addition, I imagine round 11 will mean his boost starts to fade!

Throwing this out for discusssion and your GM eyes, Tiff. Rene could of course throw out a ritual to see if he can track Gallia, but I am not sure how that would work in conjunction with the KoS tracer. Of course, they would suspect she is France, but who knows dum dum daaah! Any thoughts how to handle this?

Is it ok to have Rene, the frenchman and lover of art, get a bit drunk on Faerie wine and sicken himself?

Rene was sparing neither food nor drink. Curse these faerie wines! I feel an otherworldly drunkedness about my head, yet for all the folly I know that brings, the tongue will not deny me that fine grape! "I shall not, your majestigraciousness" he replied, his mouth lolling slightly from merriment. "'tis a feast beyond compare!" he said with all truthfulness "But tell me, must I mar such gay times with a bleak gift from you? For I fear your surprise will not be a desirable one!" He gave a fierce eye to Parsinkle as he spoke, his face all leather and grey. "But I suppose you like surprises, oui? Let us see if your temper for such will carry through the night!" he spoke with subtle prophesy.

"Forgive the intrusion, venerable Madam" said Rene, in as hushed a tone of voice as he could get away with. He had no wish to either offend the woman or call undue attention to the conversation. But hellfire, I would speak with this woman as a civilised man! "I am Rene deSaens, painter. With me are Father Henri and...Marianne, who has already introduced herself as well a child might!" he chuckled at the girls impulsiveness. "May I be so bold as to ask your name? and, perhaps, tell me, who is this Master?"

Let me know how / when / if you guys split up. Ill post accordingly (and put Lind back in the picture if desired!)

Cheers, keep it secret for now!

"Another patron?" replied Lord Steam, his mind spinning, before turning to see Mdm Vapeur. "Excellent champagne, is it not?" he continued without missing a beat, although his mind was - if not shocked, surprised. Nothing should surprise me about her... "Not quite as rich as the vineyards of Dover, in...well...I am sure you are familiar with many dimensions, Madame. And perhaps more familiar with some than others..." he continued, throwing her rope in which he hoped he might drag some truth from her. "Splendid gown, by the way. It augments your beauty still further, if one could concede such a contradiction in terms" he added, giving her a bow which did not let his eyes of her. "I can understand you presence here, Madame. One always likes to view the prize, does one not? I am sure you came here to marvel at the object of your desire...but perhaps you would like to spend a moment on the diamond too?"

Rene cant even make that Reflex with his old bones. So straight on to the Blast Effect: 1d20+12=25 Which I think is a bruise.

Supercape! Man of inaction! 1d20=1

I fancy a heroic beating!

Much as I despise your wicked Tounge, Tazel, you may consider it free. Spill your guts - not that you have any - what's her story? "Nikki O'Connel?" replied Carmen, giving a curl of her lip that was only half jocular. "I think you might have another name" she explained, hoisting herself onto a barstool and gripping the Cantos cane firmly. There was no doubt to her eyes, Nikki appeared as an infernal one. "I'll have that drink. Perhaps you should have one too, might take the sting out of what happens next..." she said, menacingly, showing hert the Stick. "I've got you, lady. What I don't get is why you march into this bar, with the Chugger's, and into my sights...."

Damn, the Mess is getting beaten to a pulp! Hurrah! 1d20+8=14 Another bruise, and dazed!

GM The night was growing long, now past midnight. Outside, the weather was warm and wet, an insipid rain dancing on the roofs and streets of the city. No more singing tonight. No more song tonight. The band had played their final note, and last orders were being called. Some of the Joker's patrons were shuffling off. Many stayed, to drink a few more hours into the night. But not Hatchet Jones. He and the two goons he had on either side stood up, more like a snake uncurling than a man standing, and headed for the door. He gave a wink and a laugh at Agnes as passed. "Never forget who own's this town, doll. The Boss Comito. You may not take his money, but yer in his pocket all the same haha!" he laughed, stepping through to the rain outside.