Supercape

He will probably do that then! but first, a few questions for our mysterious employer as per IC! :)

If there is enough accelerant to scoop up, I think Hound might take that back and investigate it. I think thats a base DC of 15, +5 for outdoors, and probably several additional difficulties (as pert Investigate skill). He could take 20 for a full 27 roll. Of course that is depending on the answers of Eliska - I'm just sounding this out!

NPC Harry stuffed his hands in his trenchcoat pockets, his nose tickling. Truth was, he would normally be lighting a cigarette right now, but somehow the burnt remains of the store had put him off using his lighter. He strolled back to Fred and Eliska. "Well, I don't know who are what did this...yet. But this isn't the work of some lowlife scum out for cheap thrills one night. This was a professional job..." He scratched his unshaven chin, pondering the pairs next moves. "I could take a look at some of the ashes back at the barn" he said, as much to himself as anybody else. "But we also need to look for motive...why would anybody want to burn down this building? What's so special about it?" he mused. Of course, he realised it didn't have to have a motive. It could just be some freak psycho job burning down stores in the Fens. That gave him cold comfort.

NPC "Free?!?!" yelped the Hound, almost barking. "Sounds great!" replied the Mess, smacking his brazen fist into the table and causing it to shudder. "Sounds like we got ourselves a lawyer! Thanks, miss! We are sure to do some good business, eh? Putting some knuckleheads behind bars? this is gonna be great!" "Free?" whimpered Freddy. "Oh very well, then. Free it is. You scratch our backs, we scratch yours. Heck, with my partner's bleeding heart, he would probably take on every case without charge. We wouldn't need the mob to burn us down. Our accountant would sink us within a month. Honestly, I don't know why we do it, sometimes, I really don't..." He turned away in vexation, but Lucy caught a smile on his mouth as his head rotated.

The Hound is making a search check for clues, taking 10 for 21 Notice rolls if you need them: 1d20+11=14 for the Hound. 1d20+5=7 Some detectives they are!

Fred got out of the Agencies company car (a beat up old cadillac),looking sadly at the ashes, and burnt timber. He kicked up some dust in a sombre mood. "Nobody got..hurt...did they?" he asked Eliska, concerned. It looked to him that it was lucky the fire didn't burn half of the West End down. He had listened with keen ear to Eliska's story. He felt an affinity with her husband, a man who was much like him. Grew up bad, made good. The bad sides of the town made it easy to be bad. It took guts to turn it around. "So, who would want your husband locked up? Who would want your store burned down? The mob? They ever ask you for money?" he asked whilst Freddy started examining the dust and ashes. Freddy may not have been a proper detective, and he wasn't smart, but he knew the streets and he knew the mob.

"Wow that's awesome!" said Harry, scratching his head and giving a bright and broad smile. "I saw that! it was all wham...bang....wow!" He stood up and swung his fists in broad circles, imitating the event, before calming down. "That's true" conceded Harry. "Well, you get to put some mooks behind bars!" added Freddy. "We need someone who can help us out with all that law stuff, you know, paper work and so on..."

And finally, if you ever use them again, an extremely brief stats for the NPCs: The Android Captain Scraps As the Grue are somewhat ephemeral, unlikely to be used and mutate all the time, no need to stat them here. The above is just of course for reference, and feel free to modify if you need them again!

Thanks All! A Long thread and my first major big-group punch up! Apologies for all the mistakes etc along the way! For the purposes of future threads / exposition / whatever: Panacea, Penny, and Pandora were / are all clones (Grue as young girls - although Penny, not being in statis, will grow up!). Pandora was the plague agent, designed to attack all life forms. Panacea was the cure to Pandora, a more selective biological agent that would wipe out Pandora's pathogens - although it was so aggressive that only Humanoids were exempt from its attack. Pandora was to go in first, sterilize the land, and Panacea would then remove the Pandora pathogen. Penny was custom created by the android Captain to undo this. She is unstatted (as a child) but basically has a PL X ability to wipe out the Grue biological weapons in her vicinity. Scraps just grew up a scavenger, and befreinded the Captain / Penny, acting as their friend and outside agent.

GM With Scraps' and Penny safe and sound, and the temple of Panacea and Pandora buried and sealed under rock, all was well again in Pandora. It was, perhaps, slightly better than normal. Perhaps trace amounts of Pandora's plague had seeped out over the years, for the plants seemed to have just a slight more vitality to them, and grew just that fraction easier. The Grue were silent - or rather, were vocal. It seemed whatever warped Genetic experimentation the real Captain had performed on them was not to be undone. They maintained a fanatic, rageful insanity. Where they the only members of the Cult of Pandora? Only time would tell. Scraps' had certainly seen at least one roaming the desolation of Sanctuary in his time, and rumours of the cult persisted. Finally, there was the Captain. His android technology was highly advanced, but the super minds of the Lab, back on Earth Prime, were able to crack their mysteries. The failsafe subroutine in the Captain's brain could be at least surpressed, although not removed completely. And now, Scraps' and Penny had a new home, and other children to play with. Although the mutation of Scraps' was a little off putting. And there were always whispers about exactly who Penny was... ~ Fin ~

Harry is going to make a few calls out of camera. With contacts feat, he is going to spend a minute making a few calls. Then, take 10 on Gather information for a roll of 22. See if he can find anything out about Mr. Klaus Business (or Mr. Klaus).

"Ah yes...credit..." said Harry, pressing his hands to his temple and massaging his head. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brows. "The thing is, Mrs. Klaus, that we..." "Would be happy to help!" said Fred, putting the tea by the last and giving Harry a slap on the back with a heavy hand, enough to punctuate his declaration. "You just pay as when you can, Eliska. We are here to help, and there is nothing we like more than catching an arsonist who wants to burn down the Fens!" he said with a smile, before cracking his knuckles. On this, Harry had to agree. "You just give us the address, we can get over to the building and take a sniff around" he continued, giving Harry a wink (who groaned in response). "And on the way, you can tell us all about your husband and his business!"

NPC Harry frowned. If there was one thing he and Fred disliked, it was arsonists. Frankie Flames, the mob arsonist, had tried to burn down the Bloodhound detective agency last year, and Freddy had let loose lefty and righty a bit more generously than was strictly necessary. "That's a tragic story, Ma'am..." he started as he mentally scrutinised Eliska's clothes and jewellery, sizing up how able she was to pay". Not too good... he concluded. "We would love to help, of course! My partner and me are experts at this sort of thing. Arson is our speciality" he said, fiddling with his cigarette lighter. "I'm sure we can solve all of this in no time! Of course, there is the small matter of our fee's..." he said, as delicately as he could.

NPC "That's us, madam!" said Harry, tightening his crumpled tie so it hung around his crumpled shirt in a tight, but crumpled manner. The Barn, as they had come to call the ramshackle building they had bought, had two levels, a ground level sprawl which held the Gym, paperwork, and offices, garage door, and the upper level, a balcony overlooking the central area below, which held private quarters and the lounge. They even had a firemans pole. On this occasion, Harry used the stairs, rushing down to meet their new customer. He knew Sam Gannon, of course. Potentially one of their best customers. So this Lady was scoring high already. He sat her down by one of the ground level desks. "Now then Ma'am, I am Mr Hound. Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?" he asked giving a meaningful Look to Fred, who was coming down the stairs slowly. Fred sighed and turned to the kitchen area to put on the kettle. "Just relax Ma'am" continued Harry, sitting down opposite her, and emptying an overloaded ash tray into the bin to make his desk look a bit neater. He pulled out a box of tissues and put in front of the lady. "We are professionals! here to help! Tell us your story!"

This is a fair point. I allowed battlesuits. I didn't allow Dead Head's Spade. Ultimately there are a number of judgement calls. I tried my best to keep to the spirit of what "Strength" is as opposed to leverage. Of course, if anyone wants to pipe up, then so be it! That's what he is done as in the updated wiki!

GM "It's Speed!" she screamed. The Lawyer sighed. "And Max!" she screamed. The Lawyer winced. "It's Speed and Max together! He mixes it up and shoots up on it before every match!" she screamed. The Lawyer put his hands over his ears in a look of pure pain. The young heroine leaned down to get a better view of the stricken basketballer, then reached out with her mind and enveloped him with her power. With a firm mental grip she lifted him -none too gently- out of the hole and into the middle of the lingerie shop so he wasn't in contact with any surfaces and the vibration couldn't cause any damage. "H---h----how do ya expect me to r-r-r-r-r-elax!" said the Super-vibrating Towers. "Y-y-y-y-ya busted me! I'm gonna jail!!!" he cried, as he hummed in the air.

NPC'd at player request

Well I was, in this situation, going to oppose Grapple check with his vibration power (seemed sensible). But a roll of 30 cannot be beaten! He is lifted out and Glow saves the day! Post away IC. Now its up to you guys to decide what to do with him and his cronies! Az> I know you suggested using Towers in a future thread. So if you guys want him to "Throw me a sweet hoop" again, let me know!

Lucien's face was an impassive smile as he continued to dance with her. "Of course, all the adventure, the excitement!" he encouraged her. She has a secret! The question was, what? an obsessive love of superheroes? or crime? a criminal herself? or was she a.... It's possible... he concluded. Freedom City had its fair share of costumed crimefighters, wearing masks to conceal their true identity. He had never much cared for a mask, himself. "Ha ha, it is a jolly good read, all these superheroes and master criminals, is it not?" he asked. "All behind their masks! Why, you could be conundrum for all I know!" he teased.

"Games within games! Deceptions within deceptions!" said Rene to Marceau as Parsinkle and Hartfoul trotted out. "What make you of this?" he asked. "I can no more believe a word they say than I can pin down mercury. Whenever one unveils one plot, another appears. Ephemeral, transient fey! Ah, I love the transcendental, Marceau, but these Fey are pure chaos! Dionysian idiots!" A hundred years ago, he would have kicked over a chair in frustration. But he was older now. "Tell me know, my detective friend, what plot do you think these two are up to? They say one thing, then another, and then do something else entirely!"

Taggin'!

Fred lay on a slightly beat up sofa, his crossed over one arm rest, sucking up a protein shake through a straw. He had got up early today, pounded the gym for a bit, and had a shower. He was watching "Good Morning Freedom" - but kept flicking the channels. Harry came in, a coffee in one hand, a cigar in the other, each taking it turns to feed his mouth with caffeine and nicotine in turn. He tossed a crumpled up newpaper he had in his crumpled up overcoat at Fred. "Hey, mind out!" said Fred, annoyed. "Mob at it again" explained Harry, pointing at one of the pictures. He knew Fred couldn't read, and knew better than to drum that point home. "Some crummy adult bookshop. Real crummy...err...so I heard. Burnt down to the ground. Police think Mob extortion involved...blah blah blah. The usual. Fens is a dump, man. We would have got more money following adulterous city types for high paying wives..." Fred scratched his head and threw away the newspaper. "Yeah, but then we wouldn't be doing nuthin. We wouldn't be heroes..." he explained, whilst gazing at the TV.

GM "It not come easy! It not come without sacrifice..." smiled Madame Malaise, stroking the underneath of El Heraldo's chin with a broken, swamp-filthy nail. "I turn me back on Gods and Men, and In the swamp I learned of something beyond ...something horrible and wonderful. I toucha it, wit' me mind...and then, I lost meself...and when we lose our compass, we can find something more true...." she whispered in El Heraldo's ear. Her eyes and voice screaming completely insane, even through the lingering effect of the lustful spirit she had summoned to the mangrove...

Thank you both very much for playing out that! I know that roleplaying under emotion control is not easy! For good role playing, for failing the roll... El Heraldo 2 HP Young Brittania 2HP Now - the scene itself. I was wondering if the best way to resolve this in a PG fashion would be to cut to half an hour later and leave what went on behind the veil (without implying anything saucy). However, I leave that to you, in the meantime, posting away! (any thoughts, put em here).

"Unless my eyes are deceiving me, and, given my age, zey probably do, I spy an Eve in ze room!" said Rene with a warm smile. He pushed his gold plated spectacles back on his eyes and stroked his beard, taking in the pleasantries of the Hotel. It was, he concluded, a merry occasion. He raised his glass of claret. "And, if my ailing memory serves me correctly, she is from the greatest of all countries!" he said with enthusiasm. "Viva La France!" he roared, toasting nobody in particular, taking an immodest gulp of claret, and giving Eve a wink. "Welcome to Parkhurst! eat, drink, drink some more, and be merry!"