Supercape

Supercape smiled. "Yes" he replied with confidence "Me!" he laughed. "Dragonfly does too of course. The difference is in the angle. I deal with it from a purely theoretical background. If you want complex maths about interdimensional theories, quantum mechanics, subatomic particles, wave-string theories, all that stuff, I am probably the person to see. If you want to build a machine to power a city, Dragonfly is your expert. " He paused. "Which, on reflection makes Dragonfly actually much more useful!" he smiled.

Quentin almost burst out laughing. Instead he just smiled and chuckled. "Reminds me a lot of this!" he said with a flourish, as reached into his pocket and produced a cube of quantum material. It was a precise cube, semi-transparent, and floated in the air, completely oblivious to gravity. It has a crystal like quality to it. "Quantum material, produced by Supercape. Like your apple, if you examine it to carefully, it completely disappears!" He gazed at intently "So by just studying it, examining it, and working out exactly what it is, like a scientist..." *Poof* "It vanishes!"

"Well" said Supercape as gently as he could. "It seems Miss Americana and you didn't..." he gazed upwards, put his hands behind his back and whistled slightly "...end on the most congenial of terms, shall we say. And I was under the impression you were most keen to meet her. So, I was wondering where yo would like to go from that position?" "Its not that the Lab isn't open for business, so to speak. It's just we aren't a business, and not business minded. And to be honest, the people here, well..." he shrugged. "We are, I guess, the reclusive eccentric scientist types. Out to change the world and do it behind a lab coat and a steel and glass laboratory that nobody can pry into hehe. Why, we even have anti-surveillance technology installed. " "We aren't out to offend, but I guess you have to take us as you see us - a bunch of stereotyped scientists. " He spread his hands out in a genuine show of civility.

"Marvellous!" said Supercape, with a clap of his hands. Yes, she could probably make a nuclear bomb out of a cathode ray black and white TV set... He placed a hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner. "Ready?" he asked, without waiting for a reply. And two points in the space-time continuum of the multiverse became entangled. Supercape and Dragonfly passed through them. The Siberian weather was cold, in the low minus thirties. Snow lay on the ground a foot deep, and a more brisk breeze was present. Without good clothing, a man would die quickly. They were outside a logging plant, abandoned at this time of the night. Machinery, in the form of large heavy vehicles, transports and saws, lay about, alongside stacks of trunks. A few buildings also stood in the enclosure, which was enclosed with a rudimentary fence. SIberia was not heavily populated this far north, and crime was not common.

"Fair enough. " answered Supercape, prodding an artificial hand. "Well, I wont keep you. Sterling job there by the way.." he pointed at the appliance. "Nice manicure. " he gave her a smile. "Don't let the chap vex you. The Lab is our sanctuary from interference, and is here to serve the world, like you said. It's been a great success, and more importantly..." He rubbed his hands together and his eyes twinkled. "Its full of lovely toys!" He hopped out of the room. He caught up with the Baron, and gave him a polite smile. Supercape didn't really stay angry with anyone for too long, with a few exceptions. And the Baron was not one of them. "Well... *ahem*... perhaps you might reconsider your...err... options and ummm.... direction?" he asked as politely as possible.

"Maths?" exclaimed Quentin "In Magic?" he looked rather shocked. "Yes, to be honest, I am rather surprised. I had no idea! I thought it was just hocus pocus mumbo jumbo acadabra stuff. Clearly it took something special to use - and its beyond me - but I didn't know a mastery of maths was part of it. " He gave Etain a smile. "Perhaps there is hope for me yet, eh? although I doubt it. Most of my mind is taken up with...er...other stuff..I..er...do..." he coughed, remembering Marcus was unaware of his identity as Supercape.

Supercape gratefully looked up at Giain Knight with a cheery salute and a heartfelt "Thanks!" before concentrating on the unstable molecules of his costume. Within a second, they started glowing with a blue green radiation. He had made a few modifications, and by bending his mind to the lattice of quantum instability in the costume, he could maintain a chain reaction, bathing his body in plasma that was harmless to him, but would certainly give any blob trying to ensnare him second thoughts. He swooped down to his felled assailant. He was not an expert fighter but he only needed to touch his opponent with the plasma, not put any force behind a blow - and his cape could swim and reform according to his whim, making him all the more dangerous.

OK Supercape is changing his Array to the AP derived from his device/costume: Radiation Aura. Move Action swoop down Standard Action, Attack the Blobette that fell of him... which I imagine is stunned... 1d20+8=11 is not to good. Still, you never know, it might hit a flat footed stunned blobbette. If by some fluke it does hit, DC 20 Toughness save. More usefully, he now has the aura activated, so any blob / blobbette touching him has to make a DC 20 toughness save! If he hits, I imagine its an acid toughness save for SC: I cant remember the DC (20 I think?) EDIT: As per chat, Acid DC is indeed 20 1d20+14=23 which he makes. I forgot to givethe -1 penalty for bruise, which would be 22, but still a pass. Hmmm, that acid may make melee less attractive, oh well!

Supercape gave Miss Americana a supportive look and coughed politely. "Fiery temper, eh?" he commented "Can't say I'm all too fond of that. The man needs to drink more tea, if you ask me. But then again, I'm not really a businessman. Or engineer. More of a philosopher, and I don't really wrap my head around the practicalities of industry. I leave that for greater - or lesser - minds than me" he gave her a wink. "What should we do with him now... send him to Ironclad?"

Rene watched intently, fully expecting another manbeast to come crashing in, possibly the progenitor of the transformation... He couldn't have been more wrong. He had seem some frankly bizzare situations in over two centuries of life, but this had to be one the strangest. INto the clearing came a fully armoured medieval knight, in dirty steel full plate mail, shield, and sword, with a helm that covered only half his face. An alert, blue eyed and fanatical gaze shone forth from the steel helmet as the man crashed forth and took only a second to take in the situation. "Verily, another innocent to be slain! My duty if clear, by the holy powerth that bindeth me!" With a yell he jumped forward and took a swing at the illusionary Marcus. "Forsooth! To slay the Beast!"

Heh my mistake, I meant to make it three hours fifty x minutes... *slaps head* EDITED. Because Dragonfly is so awesome, it comes in a few minutes under schedule!

OK that sounds good to me. At this point Supercape will activate his "Supercape" device Alternate Power, a Strike 10 Aura, on the grappling blobette, and just let it burn on him!

Rene shuffled up to Nick as they joined the circle. "Psst" he whispered catching his eye. "Its a nercomantic ritual, right? something about putting souls into bodies? I guess he is trying to ressurecte ze dead bodies here, from ze war?" A nearby cultist gave Rene a quizzical look and Rene was forced to pull his hood down fast and mumble some incantations. "We must try to sabotage the ritual!" Rene knew less than Nick on these matters, and knew it. He took Nick's lead, as he started to put in the odd discordant and erroneous word and tone. Effectively, he was throwing a mystical spanner in the mystical works.

Damn that is a bad roll! however, even as its worst, its still 15 (with the +2 situational bonus) - Nick would know the basics - its a necromantic ritual of some power. His curiosity complication could certainly come into play here, if you want to role play something that puts him in some kind of disadvantage or peril.

I could throw Rene into this if he is a fit - I'll let you decide on that, Granspear!

Arcane Knowledge Roll 1d20+14=24 Not great, but Rene certainly knows its a necromantic Ritual that involves not summoning the dead, but releasing and commanding souls that have been stored in his statuette. The first statuette was the "sucker", this is the "release" counterpart. A skilled mage / necromancer who possessed the statuettes can also gain dominion / command over the souls that pass through them. Nick can have a go here, I'll give him +2 to the roll as his particular area of expertise is necromancy.

Rene nodded excitedly. "And so, let us enter la gueule du loup*!" he said theatrically. In the Back rooms of "Dead Good" Rene and Nick entered the dingy, poorly lit, and in places, downright filthy rooms of Dead Good. It was a wonder the bar kept any rooms to rent at all, and it looked like it only did so to house the odd drunk who had lost his car keys (as opposed to the drunks who drove back home) or the even rarer drunks who fancied a passionate night in fuelled by alcohol. Certainly it would take a swig or two of booze to choose to rent a back room here. A cowled man passed them and looked them up and down. "Come quickly" he said, in what sounded like a deliberately low voice attempting to be more full of resonance and power than it probably was. "The master has chosen to proceed more quickly with the ceremony, given the fools party below. They shall be the first to suffer his wrath muahahaha!" He beckoned the two heroes outside, where a group of seven other cowled men stood around a central figure - a dark skinned man dressed in orange toga who clutched an ivory statuette and chanted words of obvious arcane power...

Rene nodded in agreement. He wasn't normally built for such frantic physical activity, but he was still in good shape for a venerable man. With a few long strides, he quickly moved to behind the fallen tree, and ticked some bushes and branches over himself to complete the makeshift camouflage. As an afterthought, he (somewhat reluctantly) whipped off his beret, so only his eyes and white hair popped out. It didn't look too bad - it wouldn't fool anyone making a dedicated search, but there was a huge distraction in obvious sight. He took a look at his picnic hamper and hoped the wine and pate wouldn't suffer from any collateral damage.

Oh dear, Rene's Stealth... 1d20-3=16 missread it, is actually -2, so a roll of 19-2 for 17. Not bad! Lucky! Feel free to climb a tree / whatever. Make a stealth roll etc. Climbing a tree is simple for you with Climb +5, and I would rule that would give you a good +5 bonus on the Stealth roll - I am being especially generous here as the "incoming" is looking on the ground and will already be distracted by Rene's illusions - the chances of looking up are pretty small.

Three hours, fifty eight minutes, and twelve seconds later... The air beside Dragonfly blurred, shifted, and, for an instant, gained four extra dimensions. Supercape appeared beside her, rather flustered. "Hows that gizmatron of yours coming along? should be finished by now eh? excellent excellent. Been a massive radiation leak in a nearby logging base. Fortunately its nearly midnight here, so the place was abandoned except for one night shift worker, who had been on a little too much vodka." He looked rather crestfallen. "I'm not sure he is going to make it, what with the radiation he received. We need to take a look. Some of the men here are already on the way, suited up. This costume protects me fine against what's left of the radiation - how about you?"

I guess Supercape could hit him even paralysed or immobilised, as its a perception ranged attack (hehe, it has some advantages for not being able to shift!). Alternatively he could just activate his radiation aura at let it fry whilst it grapples him. However, more importantly I have no idea how high he was when he was grappled - the handwavium at that point was "out of the thing's reach..." which is probably a fall hard enough to cause some damage (to both him and the blob, although arguably he gets cushioned from being engulfed!) and short enough he couldn't activate his full round teleport it time (6 seconds? unlikely...) 1d20+14=16 is going to hurt terribly, so I will burn that extra HP almost straight away to reroll 1d20+14=31 is much better ILl post once you let me know your thoughts on above, although if he is on the ground he is almost certainly going to activate his radiation aura.

Supercape studied the asteroid readouts carefully. "What do you think, Victor?" he asked the super-scientist, tapping his own chin thoughtfully. "Nudge or Push?" "We could of course fly there prepared for both, and use whichever we think most appropriate given our survey of the situation. However, eventually we have to commit to one course or the other. "

Rather sloppy set of rolls for Rene's Illusion creation: 1d20=17, 1d20=20, 1d20=16, 1d20=10, 1d20=1 It was designed as the power has a 50% failure chance and I wanted to see how many rounds he would need to create it so I rolled five times. As it happened, he hit it first time. A bit sloppy and I wont do it that way again!

"Heh, it sounds most good to me, Monsieur Nick!" said Rene, a broad grin on his face. Perhaps the two shots of whisky, perhaps the twinkling of the ivories with Nick's singing - he was having a devilishly good time. And now - dressing up and putting the drop on a necromancer! He put on the robes and gave a twirl "how do I look" he laughed, making sure his beret was stuffed neatly away.

"no?" replied Rene. There was the faintest cracking of twigs, and a far of rumbling of some speech that was beyond Rene's old ears but not those of Marcus. "Something in the forest? more of the same?" Rene's face hardened, and he drew out his Magic Brush. "Something hunting us, perhaps?" He started painting in mid-air. It was, as usual hard to say what exactly happened, although Marcus' affinity to the arcane made it more comprehensible to him than most. It was a blur, a wisp, a sensation, an impression. And then, two perfect copies of Marcus and Rene sat, in silence, in the forest, idly waiting buy, stretching, and looking around. "Not bad" muttered Rene. "Not my best work but its good enough, and tricky to do, actually. Come, if something hunts us, perhaps this will serve as a decoy. It iz only a painting, so makes no noise, and has no smell, but still..."