Supercape

Yeah we can just wave that attack... feel free to narrate how you chop or stab it to bits

You may roll a Knowledge [Behavioural Sciences] untrained DC 15 for... If you want to go for a trained roll via Beginners luck or Jack of All Trades feats (requiring HP), let me know and you will get more information from DC 20. Jack of all Trades is a cool feat!

GM The dog-child bared his teeth and hissed. This hiss sounded feral. The teeth where stained, bloody. La Puma could see strands of entrails and stringly flesh strewn from one canine to another. It smelt of dog, it smelt of rat. Whatever the child had been eating, it would be poor fare for even a stray dog. One had to admire the child's stomach. "I beast!" he proclaimed, hissing again. Once again, a flash - a tear running down dirty cheeks, lips wobbling - "Help me!" came the childs voice. Before a terrible hiss and gnashing of teeth. The eyes wide, dilated, full of fight. "I beast!" he said again, boldly, stopping the futile kicking and instead leaning forward, as if the show of teeth and fury would somehow intimidate La Puma, who was twice his size and ten times his strength. "Smoke made me beast! I am beast!" it uttered, snapping his teeth once again. "We born of pale smoke!" The words sent a shiver throughtout the body; was it fear, or happiness? it looked somewhat like a mix of both. A kind of divine rapture laced with the fear of God. Whatever pale smoke was, it was mentioned with reverance normally associated with worship.

Captain Cosmos Buddy, Buddy... thanks the fates my name is Buddy... When Captain Cosmos summoned his alternate multiverse counterparts, it was fortunate they were called Buddy. He could pass them off as his "Buddies" from other dimensions. He shook Captain Sen's hand, grateful for the gratitude. "Just doing my job, sir..." he said with a warm smile. As always, no matter how heroic he was, or had been, he had a little devil on his shoulder saying he could have done better. Maybe he could have got their faster. Maybe he could have defused the bomb more quickly. Maybe he could have grappled the plane with a steadier hand. Maybe he could have smiled more smilier. He shook his head. He had learned to live with the little devil, but the little devil was still there. And he knew why. His father, for whom no amount of success was ever enough. That meant Buddy Brand was locked into a Sisyphean task; always striving to feel worthwhile, never achieving it. "..and I'm grateful for your help. The world's a better place when we all look out for our fellow man." With the plane approaching the distress call, he decided it was best to bail. "Thanks for the lift. I'll take it from here..." Time to leap from the plane, into the sky, and down to the ship. No need for a parachute... for Captain Comsos could fly!

[url=https://orokos.com/roll/980476]Notice[/url]: [u]1d20+11[/u] [b]24[/b I think with +11 it would have been automatic anyway? (Just asking to refresh my memory of rules)

GM The crumbling masonry scraped against La Puma's fur, turning her costume to a patchwork mess of tears. But with an impressive display of contortion, she slipped through the gap like an oiled eel. For one moment, more snake than Puma! Inside was dark, and dust. She could see discarded rat bones and could smell rat excrement. This was a warren, a network of slim passageways that sprawled out around the chruch and its nearby environs - for this was a patch of old buildings, and in many cases, neglected ones. Repulsive smells hinted they lead into the sewers beneath them. Fresh breezes hinted that they extended to breezy rooftops. Just ahead, the dog child turned to look back at La Puma with surprised eyes. He had thought himslef safe, but had not counted on La Puma's cat-like flexibility. With one hand, La Puma could grab the childs ankle. He kicked out, but was no match for her strength! "Let go! Let go!" he screamed. Screams that echoed chaotically around the warrens. "Beast! Devil! No more devil, please!" he continued, voice shrill, tears dropping from his eyes. His sheer desperation let him greater strength, but still not sufficient to break free. He was at the mercy of La Puma Negra!

Throw me an escape artist roll If you make a DC 20, you have caught up with the kid DC 15, you dont lose him, but dont catch him either DC 10 Failure, and he scampers off. DC 5 you get stuck! :0 (goofball result) To make it fun, if you are prepared to tear off some skin/fur (and take an injury and bruise), add +5 to your roll and take a hero point for being so determied to save kids you will also be bleeding, so that might allow you to be tracked or other issues.

CADUCEUS'D by Fox Could someone reactivate Snakebite? A character I never really told a good story with and maybe now is the time. https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/10480-snakebite/#comment-268249 Also, if you could do some minor edits: Spending 15 unspent PP For some reason, Fort save looks borked / overspent. Could you correct it (giving me 1 more PP) Fortitude +8 (+2, Constitution +6) Could you amend powers thusly 1PP increasing immunity Immunity 2 (Poison, Heat) [2PP] 3 PP adding a new power Enhanced Trait 3 (Escape Artist +12) [3 PP] (Snake like flexibility) Could you add in this to skills?, it will be As enhanced trait Escape Artist 12 (+20) Increasing Supersenses by 3 PP (Adding scent, tracking, and extended olfactory) Super Senses 7 (Scent/Acute olfactory, Extended 1 [Olfactory], Extended 1 [Visual], Extended 1 [Auditory], Darkvision, Tracking [olfactory]) [7 PP] And finally 8 PP on a new power Poison array (8 PP Array, Feats: Alternative Power 1) [9 PP] BP: Paralyse 6 (Extras: Poison, Feats: Improved Critical 2, Flaws: Requires Grapple, 5 uses only) "Poison fangs" [8/8 PP] AP: Dazzle 6 (Visual and Olfactory, Feats: Extended Range 2, Flaws: 5 Uses only, Touch range) "Poison spit" [8/8 PP]

GM The fingers of Chimera found two sides of the corpses head. The flesh felt sticky, unstable. It was being articulated, being held together, by something more than bone and blood. And then, in a flash, the burst of electricity crossed from one hand to another, and back again. The corpses eyes rolled up to the top of the head, the eyes lit up and crackling with sparks. The whole body convulsed. "Bzzzzzz!" it groaned. Some echo of life reverberating through the vocal cords and out of the mouth, The jaw opened further - to far for normal human anatomy - and sparks flew between the teeth. One particular molar, replaced with a golden tooth, started to glow and shed more sparks than the other. And then it was over. Who could say what the shock had done to the dead synapses in the corpses brain? To the lifeless muscles that still stubbornly lay attached to the bones? It appeared not much. The corpse took a clumsy swing at Chimera. Clumsy, but not slow. Easy enough to evade. this time. Bar some smoke from burnt flesh, and a few residual sparks, the corpse was still walking, and unharmed. Although the golden tooth had fallen out. It was a regular golden tooth - nothing magical, nothing arcane. But it had had quite a shock.

Thats a fantastic attack! On an undead, which is immune to fortitude attack! But! Pretty sparks. So thats a plus. [url=https://orokos.com/roll/980338]Zombie Attack[/url]: [u]1d20[/u] [b]10[/b] it misses you. This is not a major threat though - its a solitary PL 2 minion. So you can feel free to just chop / hack / decapitate it no need to roll. The problem is your secret identity!

GM The Dogboy gave one more yelp. "Eat. Food..." Whatever the child's new (or old) appetites, he appeared uninterested in digesting La Puma. Maybe some animal instinct knew when he was facing a bigger beast with bigger teeth. He was probably under five feet tall, and had yet to develop the frame and power of an adult. Small, yes. But fast also. Without anyforewarning, he ran off. Running on hands and feet like a dog, faster than an Olympian. The anatomy was impossible; no human should have been able to contort like that, sprinting on four limbs. Not even a world class parkour athlete. Not without breaking his (or her) spine and wrenching limbs out of their sockets. And yet this child did. The alley was dark, but that was no issue for La Puma, or, it seemed, the child. La Puma could catch the scent of the child, but it melded with the blood on the pavement, with the smell of rats, the food of rats, and the excrement of rats. People had discarded trash and decomposing food here for weeks if not longer. The scent would be hard, but not impossible, to follow. More concerning was the hole in the wall ahead that the child was running too. A hole small enough for a child to squeze through - into some crumbling warren of walls and forgotten architecture. But it would be a squeeze for an adult. A squeeze for La Puma Negra...

Could you throw me an intiative roll? The dog-boys initiative is 18 (for reference) The initiative is for the purpose of a chase scene, not combat! (yet!)

GM With a whipcrack turn of his neck, the Kid turned to look at La Puma. His eyes were bloodshot, wild. His smile formed a grin - teeth bloodshot, teeth sharp. His canines seemed particularly pointed. His face looked odd. The nose breaking into a snout, the forehead receded. It was if he had been molded into the shape of a dog, but without taking away his human features. At a glance, one would merely think he was a funny looking kid. The barking dogs turned to face La Puma. Perhaps it was some ancient ancestry between feline and canine, but they did not respond well - the alley resounded with the sounds of warning growls, peppered with brief sharp barks. "Eating..." growled the kid, in a voice that was unduly low even for a twelve year old. For a moment his eyes watered. "Help..." he whimpered. Before he went back to licking the blood of his fingers. "Eating... feeding" he growled again, before turning his eyes once more to La Puma. "You food? You burn? Smoke... smoke..." The dog childs eyes widened, the pupils jet black, like saucers. The moon seemed to shine brighter, illuminating the haunched body with a pale shimmer. "Food. Smoke man needs smoke. But food. Need to eat..."

Nothing beyond the IC thread; La Puma's supersences are working fine here

GM Outside the church The sky was dark, the Alleyway was unlit, but La Puma could see perfectly. Six dogs, barking. A dead dog, torn apart. A boy. Around twelve. On his haunches. Wearing the torm uniform of a choirboy. Blood on his hands. Blood around his mouth. Howling at the moon. The eviscerated dog and lost so many entrails that La Puma could almost taste the blood in her mouth, swirling around. There was a rancid flavour; this was no mere dead dog, but something rancid. Something sick and fetid in the flesh, in the blood. Something unnatural. And yet the feral boy seemed to be enjoying the taste well enough. Licking the blood of the hands, smearing the blood over his face, over his robes, locked in some escstatic ritual. The stray dogs stayed away from the diseased feast, and the feral boy. It was hard to tell whether they were scared, furious, or confused. Maybe all three. They were certainly restless, and showed no sign of comradarie with the boy. Something had whipped them up into a frenzy, and their barks were suitably frenzied.

GM "Very good. The scene of the crime it is." Dr Gwib and the three other students trotted out, with the Doctor passing out questions and the students evading the answers. "Are you familiar with Uwabe's method of ballistic fragmentation recontruction in hypothermal environments?" "It rings a vague bell, Dr. Gwib." "How would you approach tissue dynamic analysis for a shotgun blast?" "I would take a multi-disciplinary approach, using comprehensive analysis of the tissue in a dynamic fashion." "What are the legal ramifications of unisolated partial evidence recovery in situ?" "It would have certain legal ramifications within a court of law." Dr Gwib met every non-answer with a tsk and a few explanatory notes. As frightening as her manner was, she did at least teach. More importantly, the two and fro of torturous examination and anguished answers provided a background sound. The clunk of the corpses feet hitting the morgues floor was not heard. Dr. Gwib and the students were two dozen feet past the Morgue door when the corpse started clumsily lurching towards Jennifer, jaw agape, hands forward as if suspended by puppet strings. The morgue sheets fell of its body, revealing the entirity of its dead skin over dead flesh. It did not appear bothered by its nudity, nor did it appear bothered by the gaping hole in its chest. Jennifer could see right through it, to the other side of the Morgue.

GM "You don't need to change yourself, my dear child. You are quite beautiful as you are! quite as God intended, I am sure. Please don't cut off your tail!" He gave a nervous laugh. A slight shuffle back, until he caught himself in the action and stopped. "Burning witches? The Church has had its sins, hasn't it. I beg forgiveness and pray. But it is Magical, you say? the fur, the tail? I have heard of such creatures. I am a bit of a follower of occult histories, but...!" He put a finger to his lips. "Don't tell the inquisition!" he whispered with a wink. From outside the church, in one of the dark and empty streets that were home to rats and stray dogs, came a cacophony of barking. Sharp, sudden, like a bullet - it made the Priest jump. The stone walls and glass windows thummed with the sound from outside. The amazing senses of La Puma Negra went beyond the cacophony - she could hear a half dozen dogs, the smell of blood and meat, and one of the yelping dogs was not quite a dog. It sounded more like a boy...

the priest is nervous, and holding things back - but you dont get a better read.

GM "Yes, yes... cat..." gabbled the priest. His eyes seem to go smokey and grey for a moment, before coming back to focus. "We are all God's children, and all that, but you are undoubtely one one of stranger ones." He looked left, he looked right, checking if any Inquisitor from past ages was listening, ready to pounce with a set of red hot tongs and a stern face. "What is it? What strange magic made you this way? Sorcery? I'm not with the Church... more... ahhh... ruthless factions. Burn the witches? Never suited me. So please feel free to speak plainly. I can only imagine that you are some mythological girl? Unless. Unless of course I got it all wrong and you are the result of some science experiment, or mutation of the genes." When he gabbled, his voice became too high, like a nail across a blackboard. Quite in contrast to his normal melodic tones. "Ahem. Pardon me. Nerves." he said, slowing his speech and breathing more deeply. "I apologise, became an eager beaver, didn't I. What I should have said was - how did you get that tail?"

Given this is a "secret ID" problem, we can award Chimera 1 Hero point as a complication. Chiemera - Unharmed - 4 HP

GM "Some kind of shotgun, hmm? Have you been attending your ballistic science lectures? Providing you did, and you were actually paying attention rather than catching up with sleep that you missed from a weekend of all night partying, you might consider an analysis of the shotgun pellets by the ballistic laboratory, hmm?" Dr Gwib turned to face the four students. Her fingers tapped out a rhytmn on her clipboard that would not have been out of place in one of those very same forty eight hour student parties. "Now, this is your case Ms. Gale, how should we proceed from this point? To the scene of the crime, or the balistic lab?" The thre other students turned to Ms. Gale, wondering whether this would a field trip. All eyes on her, Ms. Gale could see the corpse behind them slowly, and silently, sit up. Dead, bloodshot eyes turned towards the three students and Dr. Gwib. They didn't blink, but the Jaw fell open. The teeth looked particularly like teeth; retraction of the gums giving them a long appearance, like a hungry dog.

OOC for https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/13628-golden-gloves/

4th June, 2023 (Saturday) Around midday. Hot, clear skies. Sweat in the air, rot on the ground. Southside Trailer Park A festering sore on the flesh of Freedom City. A hive of homelessness, alcoholism, poverty and despair. And, on occasion, crime. There was little to be gained by the big crime gangs here, so instead the petty thief, the petty drug pusher, the petty mugger thrived. Luke Landers knew them all. He knew Billy Wiggins. Billy wiggins was currently sprawled over a rotten discarded sofa, the rusted springs threatening to impale his corpulent flesh with every wobble of his body. Billy Wiggins was forty, fat, and alcoholic. For some reason, his dog, Snuffler, sat by his legs, the only living creature who seemed to tolerate Billy for more than brief encounters. Aside from the mosquitoes that dined on Billy Wiggins flesh. The sunburnt neck, the sunburnt arms, the belly that wrestled free from the bottom of a stained t shirt. As normal, Billy Wiggins was drunk. Crushed tins of beers littered the broken earth around the sofa, and he held a half empty one on his hand. “Fatso being snoring!” laughed Huckleberry Sin, the 8 year old barefoot redneck who darted around the trailer park stealing and pranking. Many people would like to tank Huckle’s hide, but he was faster than a cockroach on wheels. Huckles pointed at Billy Wiggins and laughed again, encouraging Luke Landers to join in. “Saying he gonna be rich. Say’s his brother going to steal a mountain of gold! Haha! In his fat bottomed dreams!”

GM "Hmph. Yes, quite satisfactory, Ms. Gale. Quite satisfactory for this stage in your undergraduate training." Dr. Gwib turned to the other three students. "No doubt you would have found the same, if I had asked you, hmm?" The three students nodded emphatically, the shaking of the heads cutting past the tremors in the hand. Their eyes were wide, their skin was sweaty. If any had the courage to speak, one would imagine the throats to be dry. Dr. Gwib turned back to Ms. Gale. "And what would your conclusions, be, Ms. Gale? How would you advise our talented and brave police force if you were the on call pathologist, hmm? Any further investigations? Any recommendations? What would you tell them? How should they proceed? They have a murderer to catch. That is, if you conclude that our body is dead." A nervous chuckle richocheted around the other three students. A sensible conclusion, death. But then, if that was so, why did Ms. Gale see the sheets over the corpses left hand twitch???

You dont know anything. But the Tats look cool.