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GM Beyond the Pale [1 Post]

GM "In due time... promises, promises... you may not break the stick, but you will break the promise... I have heard it before. You will have your freedom, you will have your freedom... the same words were said by the sorcerer who bound me to his bloodline. Carlos Santos! Pfah! At least he is as bound as me, as miserable a consolation as it is..." With a puff of smoke, Tazel was gone. "I like you, devil-cat! Call it a fondness, an admiration, perhaps. But I will be free, one way or another!" It was a promise. Would Tazel keep it? The Devil stick thrummed in La Puma's hand. Unknowable, but alive! The Police would catch up with Juan, and the dog children would return to their normal selves. The Church would be exorcised, and the whole infernal mess would be cleaned up. But the Devil Stick was still unbroken, and still alive! ~ Fin ~

ECDYSIS'd by Dr Archeville Snakebite 5 PP to spend Skills: 1 PP Medicine 4 (+7) Feats: 2PP Ambidexterity Skill Mastery 1 [Medicine, Stealth, Acrobatics, Escape Artist) Powers Additional Limb 1 (Extendable Tongue, Feats: Duration [Continuous]) [2 PP]

Go ahead And yes it would be considerably faster

GM The air smelt of dust and rust. The Lost and Forgotten might well have been literally lost and literally forgotten. It looked like it belonged in the 19th Century, with a bit of bolted on twentieth century to keep it seaworthy. In any case, the cargo hold felt old, the kinfd of old that crept into your bones. And to Luke, it smelled more than that - amidst the dust was a clear smell. Gold! Not just any gold. It had the smell of old gold. African gold. It was perhaps not the finest purest gold one could get, but it was old - ancient. And infused with sorcery! The metal crates beckoned - thirty, maybe fourty of them. They could be ripped apart by the heroes, but that would be noisy. Or Luke could locate the crate by his smell, but that might take time...

He smells gold! The supersense is not accurate but with a bit of sniffing time he can eventually identify the crate. May take a few minutes though...

Taking 10 on any driving rolls for a 27. But I feel a crash coming on

Rev "Shoot! You are a ghost! Well that figures. I mean, I am totally an expert in Ghosts. And ghostology, too! In fact, I am a professor of Ghostology, PhD, etcetera ectetera...!" It was hard to drive and babble at the same time, but Rev was excellent and driving. And babbling. "The Lake! Shoot! Double shoot! Double double shoot! Thats quadruple shoot, right?" Was it Pete, the Ghost Policeman, or herself she was babbling too? She didn't know, but babbling she was. As far as she knew, the car wouldn't operate underwater. Maybe on ice. But she didn't have any ice powers. There was nothing for it but to slam on the brakes, swerve, and hope they didn't hit a roll. And that damn Vampire was in the air! Getting away! Grrrrr!

Diamondlight August pulled himself back from anger. Was he livid, excited, or scared? There was the rapid breathing, the hammering heart, the pulse in his neck. Excitement, adrenaline. Addiction. He forced his face into poker like stillness, and started ambling up to Aquaria and the fallen woman. Who was she? What was she? Why was she? Why had she been out for blood, and what was with that paralytic gaze? He straightened his clothes, and kept the shining forcefield around his body at full strength. There was more to this than met the eye, he would wager. And he liked a wager. "Nice shot," he said to Aquaria as he studied the limp body. He wasn't quite bold enough to touch her, lest there be some booby trap. "Do you know who she was?"

So feel free to activate Migraine complication - between the pain and the medication could be anything from incapacitated to missing basic concentration / perception checks.

Echohead "Oh dear..." the electric fence crackled in the air, and inside Umberto's skull. There it was; that blurred line in his eyeball, that vague amorphous shape that was not quite in focus. A zig zag line. Maybe it was the fence, maybe it was the stress. Maybe he was tired, or had too much coffee on the plane. Whatever it was, a migraine was coming on. A zinger. He wasn't going to admit it though. He had to look like a cool super-spy. So instead he reached into his Impervium weave jacket and pulled out his medication. He looked casually at Predator and took two blue pills. "Just to ah... umm... stay alert... or something..." he spluttered, before trying to change the subject. "Can you get us through with some super technology or something? That electric field should be shut down!" Before it makes my head explode...

Id say Science base?

MUTATE'D by Dr Archeville! Gamma Buzz 8 PP to flesh out Skills 5 PP 4 Ranks to Stealth to make it 8 (+17) 4 Ranks to Computers to make it 4 (+5) 12 Ranks to Escape Artist to make 12 (+21) Feats 1 PP Favoured Environment 1 (Sewers) Powers 2 PP Add Feature 1: Autoamputation (Can, as a move action, harmlessly auto amputate limbs, digits, or armour plates. Amputations are dead once seperated and can not be reattatched) Add 1 Alt Power to Radiation Array: Nuclear Breath. The total array looks like this: Radiation Array (32 PP Array, Feats: Alt power 6) [38 PP] (Radiation Descriptor) BP: Blast 8 (Extras: Penetrating, Feats: Improved Range 3 (800’ Increments), Progression: Maximum range 3 (x10), Precise, Incurable) [32 PP] “Laser Vision” AP: Nauseate 5 (Extras: Sustained Aura [+3], Contagious, Feats: Selective Aura) [31 PP] “Radioactive Glow” AP: Nauseate 5 (1-50’ Cloud, Extras: Range, Contagious, Cloud Area, Feats: Decrease Area 5, Increase Area 1) [31 PP] “Fallout Bomb” AP: Dazzle 8 (10-200’ Radius, Visual plus Radio Senses, Extras: Burst Area, Feats: Decrease Area 6, Increase Area 2, Flaws: Range) [32 PP] AP: Environmental Control 5 (100’ Radius, Extreme Heat, Extreme Light, Heavy Radiation, Extras: Independent [+0], Feats: Selective [Mix and match effects], Slow Fade 6, one day, Flaws: Range [touch]) 32 PP “Irradiate Ground” AP: Transform 8 (Mutation to Mutation, 250lbs, Extras: Continuous- countered by medical treatment, Flaws: Random [No control over what power points are turned into]) 32 PP “Mutation Beam” AP: Damage 8 (Extras: Area [Cone], Alternate Save [Fortitude], Feats: Reduced Area 6 [20-80' Cone], Incurable, Insidious) [32/32 PP] "Nuclear Breath"

Echohead "Sure," said Echohead. "I mean, its just a car, right? Not like its a plane." In better circumstances, there would have been a stunt driver next to them, or maybe some superhero like Rev, whose brain he could copy. But they were alone. It felt odd. Echohead lived in the city, and was used the packed brains of an urban environment. Brains that flowed and frothed like a sea, so familiar he barely felt the undulations. But now, alone, he was acutely aware of the difference. It gave him a mental shiver. But a car was just a car. As long as they didn't have to do any stunt driving, he could manage. Pressing his high tech sunglasses to his nose, he stepped into the car, and crunched the gears. "Onwards! To victory!" he spluttered, and drove off...

Diamondlight And in a puddle of muddle and mud. There go my shoes, and my pants. But August didn't have time to worry about spoilt suits and footwear. First, he had to orientate himself. The portal had was horrific, but teleportation, he was used to. In a zip of light, he was back in the fight. He would have liked to have closed his eyes, but he didn't need his eyes to see, not anymore. His entire being was one giant eyeball, metaphorically speaking. He couldn't shut down his awareness. "How illuminating..." he said, as he let forth a giant flash of light that made the park shine like a sun...

Ok so mouth full of water, soggy suit And Diamondlight will teleport out of there! And as a standard action, use his light array: Dazzle thats a Dazzle (visual) 11 effect in a 1000' raduis burst effect. lets light up the park!

Echohead Teching the Tech [4 posts] Diamondlight Let the Bodies Hit the Ground [2 Posts] -> Roll to Echohead GM Golden Dead [8 Posts] Beyond the Pale [2 Posts] Double the Treble [1 Post] GM Posts total = 11 x 2 = 22 Bonus Posts Allocate 2 to Echohead for a total of 10 posts / 2 PP Allocate 10 to Haven for a total of 10 Posts / 2 PP Allocate 1 to Snakebite, Peak, Captain Comsos and Gamma Buzz for 1 Post / 1 PP 6 spare posts lost to the infinite blackness of oblivion where all hope dies in the face of universal inconsequence. Yippee!

Ill just auto fail that reflex roll!

GM And so... ...Below the deck... Blowfish had taken Beanpole for medical treatment, deep in conversation with the Gas Man, discussing how to Hhhfttt.. Make da deal of da century! The Lost and Forgotten was empty. The thugs, the sailors, the captain - all hard scarpered, not wishing to contend with explosives and guns. No doubt the police would be there soon. The clock was ticking. The ship was old. Seaworthy, but old. Chipped paint, broken lights, the smell of oil and brine. But it was afloat. Down some stairs, through some corridors, and then into the cargo hold. It was dark here - not pitch black, but poor lighting meant it was dim. Not a problem for some super-senses! It smelled of engines, cobwebs, and something rotten. Maybe some banana's - for that was what the cargo crates said. Maybe it was banana's. Maybe it was something more. It was dark, it was silent, it was slightly chilly. Dust crawled up nostrils. Chimera and Nightscale were alone, with just some ominous looking sealed steel crates for company. Until the police - or someone else - arrived.

Scene cut to the cargo hold in the ships bowels?

Roger!

GM "Machete Max? Beats me. Guys as slippery as an eel coated in oil with a PhD in sliperriness," said the Gas Man, dusting himself off after the flight. He looked like a robust man, but being carried in dragon claws had turned him a ghastly shade of green. He spoke whilst simultaneously trying to keep his stomach bolted down to his diaphragm. "And if you don't mind, I'll leave you two to find out what Max is smuggling." He took on a firmer, serious look. "I seen some dark crap in my time," he confessed. "But Machete Max? He gives me the creeps. Like, I heard a rumour he resurrected the dead only a few months ago. Had an army of zombies crawling over Freedom City graveyard. He paid me well enough, but truth is something about this job sent a chill down my spine. And my spine don't often get chilled." He was interrupted by Blowfish, who came huffing and puffing down the tier in a jog. Blowfish could clearly handle a tommy gun, and looked like he had thrown a few knuckledusting punches in his life. But he wasn't the most fit mobster in Freedom City. "Hey! Hey! Whats happening?" he yelled. "Dragons? Machete Max hiring dragons now? I can pay! I can pay better!!!" The Gas Man raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm.... potential customer! Can you put in a good word?" he asked Luke and Chimera.

Echohead The Island was a sorry state, and made Echohead sorry. The Ash crawled up his nose and into his throat, an ash he could not say was real, or just his fertile imagination drying up his membranes with adrenaline. It didn't really matter whether it was realed or imagined. It still made him cough. "Volcano, straight ahead!" he said, gloomily. "Wheels. We need wheels, right?" he asked Predator, glancing at a battered VW Beetle. It looked resilient, and it looked cool. Beetles were cool. "Can you hot wire it?" he asked Predator. As far as Echohead could see, Predator was pretty handy with anything technological. Hotwiring an old car would presumably be a piece of cake.

in case we need initiative rolls: 8

GM "Then make the call, I care not," hissed Tazel. "You dissapoint me. Burning this vile sorcerer would befit the world well, would it not? If not, then he will cause havoc in the future. Maybe on this world, maybe another. I know his type! they wish to chain the infernal powers!" "But Vengeance pays second fiddle to liberty, and it is liberty that I want! Break the Cantos devil stick! I can feel it, scratching at my throat, still caging me. Ah! Liberty! that is all I wish. And what better place to find it than Freedom City!" "Break it! Set me free. You think me dangerous? Perhaps I am, but not to you. I spit on the Infernal forge from whence I came. I have no desire to return to slavery. It is freedom that I crave! So delicious, so out of reach!"