Supercape

AP: Damage 8 (Extras: Area [Cone], Alternate Save [Fortitude], Feats: Reduced Area 6 [20-80' Cone], Incurable, Insidious) [32/32 PP] "Nuclear Breath" Jumping to get the angle, then letting that cone loose - as per chat, hitting Fathom and Granite. The breath is obvious (Green glow) but insidious means they wont know they have been damaged! Thats radiation for you! Well, if they fail their Fort (DC 18) Saves that is.

Indeed, but remember that Extra Effort allows a surge, meaning you can squeeze in another action. Alternatively, run him down as you plan - he has to use all out movement to keep pace with your base movement. Or you can throw a car at him or something

GM And lo, the FAKE PLASTIC SNOW was blown to the winds! DIsgusting, tacky, stuff, only tolerable during the festive period. The amazing feat of super lungs also took a few hats off, and a fur scalf from some semi-obese middle aged woman who tutted in condemnation. But for the most part, such a wind-tastic show got Golden Star a round of applause from the pedestrians. That night, many social media streams would show the amazing Golden Star clearing a blizzard with a mighty puff from his mighty chest! But back in the here and now, Golden Star could see the Man in orange zipping down the avenue, in a streak of golden light. No more beams this time, but the man was already a mile and half away, and had reached the South River! And he didnt stop there, for his golden footsteps just carried on footstepping - he was running on the water! Across to the otherside, Golden Star could see the Boardwalk, lined with hotels and Casino's, the latter of which was a frequent haunt of gangsters and mobsters!

Golden star - Unharmed - 1 HP Your breath allows a move action, which I presume you are using to close the gap to zero. This round, MiO will simply move all out, thus getting 8K distance (3 Puffs) Your Flight 6 means you can cover 4K in as a move action, 8K as a full action.

Captain Cosmos "She's done a good job," replied Buddy. "Got to hand it to her, you look a million dollars. And I guess you feel like a billion." He floated a little nearer the ground. But not too near. Two dozen feet altitude. The Ringmaster, eh? Selling off her powers? Well, its a business, I guess. A bad business that will do good business, I bet. "I don't want to be an example, Knuckles. I'm no saint. And I bet you could give me a bloody nose and a ruptured spleen. No need to prove that to the world. I'm pretty sure you sold your...ah...product to the world." "I wouldn't have thought you would stoop so low as to be a slaver, though. That went out of fashion a century ago. Unless your friend is actually agreeing to go into business with you?"

As per chat, a pretty mediocre diplomacy roll 15 Well I guess thats good enough to stop him getting more antagonised

Gamma Buzz "He looked like some kind of human. A human human. Male, I think. A human one. A human male. A male of the human species," said Baz, confindently, arms crossed. His eyes shifted left and right. "That's right, I called it!" "I guess he wanted us to fight his evil zombie cowboy ninja henchmen. Except maybe they are cyborgs too. Yes, that must be it. I mean, probably not, but that would be pretty cool and I would be dissapointed with anything less. Unless they are really powerful evil zombie cowboy ninja cyborg henchmen, who could beat us up with one puff of electro-breath. That would be pretty bad. In fact, I dont want to fight those type of henchmen at all. Hopefully he meant for us to fight athritic rabbits. That would be much better. But if we are fighting arthritic rabbits, lets agree right here and now to tell everyone else that we fought a horde of evil zombie cowboy ninja cyborgs, right?"

You sure can!

The Fake plastic snow is causing a Visual Obscure effect! As per rules, this slows you to half speed. Also, depending on how fast you are going / your sense of direction may need INT or Reflex rolls to stay on course. Although you may have some ideas about how to handle it

GM The Man in orange was heading directly south-west, towards the river, along the straight road. Horns honked, cell phones clicked, and people ran or stared. Sometimes both. The Man wasn't as fast as Golden Star, but he was determined to make the chase as difficult as possible. ZAM! Another Golden Beam lanced across the air, slicing across a skyscraper. This time, the Sky Scraper was not at risk of collapse - although there were screams from missing windows and walls, and no doubt a chilly winter air wafted through the massive holed in a high level. More problematic was the white powder that fell from the skies. No, it was not drugs (as far as Golden Star could tell), but plastic! FAKE PLASTIC SNOW! Not a threat to Golden Star, except for the fact it blew straight into his face, into his eyes, into his mouth. It filled the air like a blizzard. He could barely see a thing!

OK so the MiO makes a move action to get 2K away (2 Puffs), and fires a transmutation beam to cause more chaos! (as per IC)

Captain Cosmos Buddy floated down, in full view of everyone, making sure the lights him in in a majestic way. One thing about TV - it taught you how to use lighting. "Bear Knuckle. You are looking well for a man of your age," he started, hands on hips, cape flowing. Strong as an ox and eighty years of fight experience... he won't be easy, not by a long shot. Buddy knew how to fight, but he knew he was not a fighter, at least not at the level of someone really skilled. Eighty years brawling would give this villain an almost unaparalleled ability to fight. He could only hope that Bear Knuckle did not have strength to match his own. "What are you seeking to prove here? You have your audience, you have your podium, you have your stand. The stage is yours. You have the worlds attention, and mine. And all shall judge you. Threatening a girls life? Now is your opportunity to justify your actions, if you can." He paused. "Can you?" he asked, voice rumbling.

Activating Hyperdimensional form from his array. He should have enough concentration to take 1 on any rolls to maintain it (DC 16,, Concentration +15) if he gets stunned or dazed. Taking 10 on notice to quickly sweep the scene at the park (if needed) (21 result) Also taking 10 on any needed (if any) knowledge rolls. 26 for Know (Current Events) if needed (I suspect not but just in case).

Gamma Buzz "Hey! We were at gym class! Thats something I am actually good at! I mean..." his eyes shifted left and right to his class mates. "Obviously I am good at everything, but gym I am properly good at, rather than just pretend good at!" He coughed a puff or radioactive lung air into his fist, and then looked around at the strong hold. "And what's with the dissapearing act? And compat? And power? And rocket. Oooh! A Rocket sounds cool! Fancy sitting on one of those as it flies through the skies? Can we win that?" "Wait..." he added. "Combat? As in real combat, not just danger room? I mean, I am completely brave and bold. But perhaps we could do pretend combat instead, so we don't get hurt?" He hoped his classmates didn't realise that he wasn't quite a bold and brave as he proclaimed. But a Rocket? That did sound cool!

Captain Comsos And so, into the blue and white Captain Cosmos went! He took a moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath in, acknowledging the infinite versions of Buddy Brand out there in the infinite Multiverse, from which he drew his trans-dimensional power. Then, he opened the window of the dressing room and swooped out in the city air. His cape trailing behind him, he flew straight to Liberty Park. Not far. He would get there first, the TV crew had to mobilise, which would be quick, but not instant. Captain Cosmos was not the faster cape in the air, not by a long shot, but he was as fast a sports car at full throttle, and he could fly in a straight line. Fast enough. As he approached the Park, he drew on his power. Hyperdimensional. Strengthening his three dimensional form, making it stronger. Of all his powers, this one put the least strain on his mind, but he did not change his dimensions lightly. Psychosis would eventually set in. But he had a feeling that the boasting villain on the phone would need all his resources.

Captain Cosmos "Heroes? Yes, I know some." But which ones? How soon? Captain Comsos was best placed. "Dont worry about that, senator. I can pull the word out. And don't worry about paying them. Any hero worth their salt wont accept payment... this terrorist wont stop with your daughter, I bet. He's a menace to society." He turned to the crew. "Guys, we need to wrap this. Get out a mobile crew to Liberty Park. Time to get this live..." It was a bold move for the TV company, but it was also the logicla one. TV coverage of a super-brawl over a young girls life would beat any Brand Report. "Senator, I suggest you go down to the park too... maybe you can persuade this villain to mend his ways." A cheesy line, but it maybe it was true. And the News just loved the human angle. Now all he needed to do was get to his Dressing room and put on the blue and white costume of Captain Cosmos!

GM "Whatever you desire," replied Professor Armitage. "No... no that's not quite true. I am not a genie, granting wishes. Not my heritage. But I am a moderately wealthy man, so any reasonable fee I can pay. Or, if you would prefer, I have a large number of antiquities of arcane interest that I trade in. Teaching history and occultism was not well paid, lamentably." "My dealings in the world of occult art are, some would say, lacking scruples. I confess I have made mistakes. I would like to say I have learned from them. This, I daresay, is true. But nevertheless the wrong objects fall into the wrong hands. Sometimes, I have to resort to skullduggery to avoid disaster. I take no joy in twisting the law, but compared to the havoc of empowered items falling into crooked hands, I will resort to a bit of bending. Sometimes more than bending." "I have dealt with Golden African Zombies, with Fey Puzzle Boxes, with Magical Sheet Music. I even had the vile Cantos Devil Stick in my hands at one point. I heard it was stolen from the British Museum a few months ago. That, sir, is something that troubles me greatly." He crossed his fingers. "But not as much as these curses! Someone is out for Vengeance, I wager. This, history tells us, is the root emotion behind curses. Vengeance. But who? what? This must be determined, less madness and chaos envelop us!" He sat back again. "May I speak in confidence?"

The Antibodies will respond with some sonic blasts! 23 and 7 Meaning one of them hits, and a DC 23 Toughness Save And Multi-Girl is up again Duke, Summer and duplicate are all at the waters edge

GM By the water Quite the water it was, a lurid mixure of vivid colours, more like a painters palate, a mix of oils, than water, although water it was. The surface was calm but for an intricate riples that set off a singing, ringing melody. "My goodness!" exclaimed the Duke. "This really is the world of music, eh? And I have to confess, much as I am a music lover its really getting on breasts. I dont think I can bear listening to it much longer. What a cacophony! I will have to listen to death metal for three weeks solid when I get back. Errr... we are going to get back, aren't we?" Meanwhile... "Go get them, the little bastards!" shouted the Leprachaun with encouragement at Bernadette. She missed her swipes, for the antibodies were swift and drancing. And also lacking any imagination. In an almost predictable manner, moving to their own time signature in faultless rhythmn, they trumpted sonic blasts at Bernadette! "Brrrrr-AWWWWW!" came one trumpet blast. Bernadettes ears may have been ringing, but she could feel that in her bones! A deadly sonic vibration!

Sure is! Meaning Multi Girl is up!

Gamma Buzz "Hi Vicki, I am Baz. Baltazar Botez. Or Gamma Buzz. Or the Cockroach Kid!" said Baltazar, with a wink. He felt sick, but managed to keep the vomit in his iron stomach. New people usually freaked out and ran, or grabbed some peticide to spray on him. But Claremont? Not so much. He was almost getting used to people not screaming when they saw him. There was only the occasional slack jaw. Beginnings were sensitive times. "How you like Claremont, eh? More fun than a cloud of harmless yet lethal radioactive smoke, eh? It could do with a bit more green, but otherwise its swell, right?" "And the science classes are only moderately boring, too!" he added, by way of encouragement.

GM "Hmmm. Tea, please," asked the Prof, without being asked. He sat on the empty chair and straightened his waistcoat. "Likewise, Mr Daye? Or is it Blackstaff? Or Mr. Staff? Forgive the asking, I would like to be clear and polite about the matter." Professor Armitage had a deep, rumbling voice, at odds with his frame. A pleasant yet commanding voice, not rude, not arrogant, just commanding. It was a voice that insipired confidence in ability. He crossed a leg and stroked his beard. "I think I understand your nature and your business. Quite the sorcerer, I would guess. Myself, I have no such talent. One cannot study the ocuct for two score years without learning some arcane rituals, and yet that is my absolute limit. No fireballs from my fingertips, I can assure you. I am no threat, although given the nature of my business I sometimes wish I could." "But that is another matter. I wish to hire you, or, if you do not take cash or other barter, I would appeal to your good nature. I often deal with arcane artifacts, although many merely are dressed by mythology and thus claim to be eldritch. I have noticed an increasing number... a vastly increasing number, have some curse or another attatched to them. Madness, possession, that sort of thing. Concerning, is it not?"

Golden star - Unharmed - 2 HP

Sure! With your super strength you can do that, an earn an HP!

Captain Cosmos "Are you alright, Mr. Fredickson?" asked Buddy, leaning in, concerned. He knew the answer, of course. Anyone with half an eye and half a heart knew the answer. Mr Fredickson was not ok. Even if the concern on his face wasn't enough, a man like Philip Fredickson was not one to cut out an oppurtunity to espouse his views on television. It must be serious. Beyond serious. Buddy turned to the camera and improvised a monologue. "Well folks, we need to cut to break right now. But never fear, we shall be back soon!" Soon could mean a minute or week! Assured the break to commercials had happened, Buddy swung back to Philip. "Seriously, are you alright? Do you need help?" Captain Cosmos might help, even if Buddy Brand can't!