Supercape

The Stellar Buccaneer drew up beside the spinning Supercape, and extended its wooden plank. "Thank goodness" sighed Supercape, not quite believing he had got out of this with his cape intact. He flew towards the ship and alighted at the end of the plank. The doors, unfortunately had not opened as yet. Kraken drew his flintlock and cutlass, and, together with a small squadron of pirates, beckoned Kid Cthullu, Piratehouse and Piratush to follow him to the dock. It was a short walk, punctuated by talk amongst the crew of fabulous plunder and exclamations of "'aaaar, me 'earties" at every juncture. Spinning to face the heroes at the dock, Kraken picked up a microphone. "This 'ere be Captain Kraken, and this be my ship, Captain Cape. Before I lets ye onboard, I be wanting the location of the Plunder on yonder Pluto. That be the price for ye rescue!" Supercape clung on to the plank. "Errr, plunder? oh... yes, Plunder? well, as I am sure... errr... Piratehouse and...errr... Pirateush told you, it is in the equitorial regions, but...err... well... I will need to come on board and show you... err.. whencewithforth, and on a stellar map, and so be it..." Kraken considered the matter for a moment. "Very well, but no false moves, or I'll keelhall ye all! without space suits!" He pressed a button, and the dock doors opened, the plank retracted, and Supercape floated into the Buccaneer. Catching sight of his rescuers, he stammered a "thanks...err... crew....at ease...men...."

"Oui Madame, that you do... that you do..." Over two hundred years. Yes, he had met some most interesting people in the parks at night, particularly in the countries and times were homosexuality had been less than tolerated, and in many cases illegal. Fortunately France had a more progressive history than the rest of the world in that matter. He suspected that Stesha had other things in mind however, and that also was true. Nowadays, it was probably drugs, and muggings. In some ways, that was progress, in some ways, that was sad. Ah, Le cercle des progrès... "And viola, it is most appropriate that madame is holding a flower then. And it is admirable that you create and heal, not just war and destroy. You are the gardener of Freedom City then? in so many ways?"

Would you believe it... 1d20+4=24

If its Cold and Push, I will certainly use Cape to avoid to big a PL spread.

1d20+4=20 for Slick 1d20+2=18 for Thugs However, only Nick and 'Fly get to act in this surprise round. Dragonfly up first.

Supercape was breathing heavy, but he was glad he kept in shape with his daily cycling. The adrenaline pumping round his system was helping of course. Things probably weren't too serious, but the collider at the basement would be unpredictable if not controlled. It was causing a lot of interference to his acute and superhuman senses. Puffing away, pausing only briefly, he pulled up outside Simulator Suite A. "Here we are", he gasped, opening the door. Inside, the forest programme continued to play, with zero gravity in full force. The stream had started to spray upwards, and leaves blew everywhere. Random glitches appeared in the background at various junctures. "Now, we just have to find the source of the problem..."

Feel free to roll initiative. You have a surprise round here, unless you are doing anything particularly and spectacularly unsurpsiring!

1d20+2=14 for Supercape, all that cycling paid off.

Slick circled round the block to come at the hoodlums from the opposite angle. She got a few wolf whistles, and a pair of hapless drunks try to accost her en route. They soon found themselves with their heads spinning, after Slick had knocked them together. This was a new tactic for Slick, despite her age. Oh, she had certainly had decades worth of seduction and socialising under her belt, but never in the streets of a run down ghetto, and with two street life thugs. She was normally more upmarket. In fact, she was always more upmarket. Could one get lower market than this? Nevertheless, she started walking towards the thugs with her best saucy walk, and blew them both a kiss. "Hi boys? who knew handsome sexy men like yourselves were around here?" she said, with a wink.

Rushing down the stairs is going to be quite a work out - unless an alternative method of transportation is available. Which would mean a DC 10 Con check to stop getting fatigued (bonus if you have the endurance feat of course!) 1 HP for Supercape, by the way, for all the quantum interference stopping him teleporting. How generous I am to myself! :D

Supercape shook his head. His ears were still ringing, but he could start to make out the alarm bells ringing out from around him. "HEY, I THINK I CAN HEAR AGAIN!" he shouted, his voice having unconsciously adjusted to his previous impairment. "I mean.... I think I can hear again!" he repeated at a normal volume. True, it was a bit muffled and he head still sang with church bells, but he could at least hear what he was saying. He glanced at his PDA, which was hooked to the Lab's main computer. "Oh dear. We better hurry, if we don't get this sorted soon, the large particle collider in the basement, its going to go haywire. No idea what will happen. " He started pelting down the stairs three at a time. "Quick, we haven't got a moment to loose!"

1d20+6=21 Same for Supercape!

Rene pondered Stesha's words. "Nexus for our dimension, hmmm? Oui, that sounds appropriate. I should like to meet your friend Phantom, La gardienne de la dimension" He continued to paint away. It was coming on very nicely, he thought. Despite his speed, he was producing something of fine quality, even for him. The smile had captured some enigmatic quality, yet still full of all those attributes that Stesha had desired. "And so, Madame, tell me of yourself. What do you do? both as a woman, and as a heroine?"

Supercape nodded at the sight of Gaian Knight's Rocks. "You can indeed, your majesty!" he said, with a bow that ended up being somewhat clumsy due to the drag underwater. On reflection, he decided that a magnificent and huge cape, whilst of course very spiffy and everything, was not very practical underwater, what with the drag and everything. In the twinkling of an eye and a shimmer of sparkling light, it promptly folded itself up into the rest of his costume. Hmph. I'll just be Superbowl or something then he thought, thinking of the transparent bowl surrounding his head.

I am somewhat reticent about stunting to alternate saves without clear reason (especially to a continuous duration transform) - but I suppose reality warping will do. In which case, the Freezonium remains as it is, and consider Rasputin flesh and bone. With some freezonium in his chest. Ouch. If not removed, it will pretty quickly freeze him to death.

Sorry AA, I completely goofed that you had Evasion 2. In my defence, this was at the height of my man-flu when my brain was all over the shop! In which case, the Fort DC would be 23, which means only stunned and bruised I think. Blowing an HP to reroll fort or shake of stun? As for the Power Stunt, he isn't a construct and is immune to Fort Saves. The Crit hit can stand for whatever you want to stunt in its place, of course! Sorry to have goofed on this one! On the positive note, I have shaken off my flu so my brain should be a little less error prone!

"The captain, do you say?" replied Kraken, pondering the matter. His tentacled face fluttered in what was probably a mixture of vexation and thought. "Well, there be only room for one captain on this ship, mind ye. But if this Captain Cape of yours knows where the plunder be, then I guess to Captain Cape we must go. I am sure he will be willing to share, like I said" He thought some more "Captain Cape eh? Named after the Cape of Good Hope on Earth? He must be a mighty fine pirate in that ca..." At that moment, Supercapes voice spluttered over the communication channel of the Buccaneer. "I say, well done folks! Sterling work! I can see the Buccanner from here! I'll send a homing beacon. Errr... I mean, I'll send a homing beacon so you can rescue the man overboard, me swaggering scoundrel mates...err... Keel the jigging and raft the poles and all that!" Kraken looked at the crew suspiciously before ordering the ship towards the beacon. "That yer captain then? sounded like a landlubber to me!"

"Monsieur de Saens" replied Rene, grasping the man's hand firmly in a handshake. "A pleasure to meet you". "Forgive me, Monsieur Cimetiere, I wish our meeting could have been under more fortunate circumstances, but alas, it appears the fates have drawn us together under a rather dark cloud. And I do not refer to the miserable weather" he added, pointing at the starless sky black with cloud and a clingy, unpleasant rain. "It reminds me of London" he sighed. "No matter. I have heard you are an expert on necromancy. Non non, monsieur, do not be alarmed. I do not mean to infer that you practice the dark arts, so to speak, but merely that you are well versed in these matters. And, something tells me that what I have heard is quite correct. " he tapped his nose.

"Ah there you are!" exclaimed Supercape at the sight of Fusion. "What news? Any clearer? Vampires? The Shadow-Death? It all sounds terribly exciting... and, err... dangerous now I come to think of it" He paused. "Ummm, so are we actually dealing with vampires? their bite infects you or something? it looked like the young royal there got possessed, or something. Some kind of communal mind?" "You know, if this gets loose, we could be looking at some kind of zombie apocalypse, you know, like in those films. Very contagious. Nasty business. Bitey Bitey lurchy lurchy thing". He couldn't resist examining his costume again to look for any bite marks he might have missed.

"Brrrr.... chill me you say?" replied Slick, not overtly pleased with the solution. "At least I will have your healing hands to warm me up, eh?" He considered the options for a moment, before realising he really was in a position of both ignorance and helplessness. "Whatever you think best then, my knowledge of these things is only slightly better than the man off the street. I am in you hands. What a lovely place to be. " "Its actually quite comfortable like this, to be honest, although I wouldn't recommend it. And I am a patient man, err.. woman, err... well, blob, at the moment. "

"I guess the glitch happened in the Simulator Suite" replied Supercape, banging his head in a futile attempt to start his hearing again. "At least from these readouts..." he pointed at the screen. "That explosion may have caused some additional damage, but I think the simulator suite is our priority. And unfortunately, there is too much quantum disturbance to teleport there - at least from this distance. I think the particle collider at the basement is doing some very strange things with Tachyons. Which means things have become unentangled. Which means..." "...the stairs..."

GM The Stellar Buccaneer was fast, if nothing else. Its antimatter engines had soon accelerated the ship to over light speed, via its advanced alien technology. At that velocity (if it could be called velocity at such relativity - breaking speeds), it was only a few minutes before the cold distant dwarf planet of Pluto swam into view, and the ship dropped to more "normal" speeds. "There we are, me 'earties. That luvvly lump 'o rock is none other than Pluto!" Captain Kraken rubbed his hands in glee. His eyes practically shone at the thought of buried treasure. "Now than' Now than' lets talk about this 'ere plunder shall we. Fair's fair, I say. What's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too. If you don't like it, no hard feelings, you are welcome to say farewell and step outside. "

"What?" yelled Supercape, as he saw Dragonfly's mouth moving but only a muffled rumble in his mouth. "I can't hear you!" he continues, again in a loud voice. Not that he could hear anything, including himself. He had never really tried to lip read. "What did you say? Cart in Battering Hater? I can't hear you. Iv'e gone deaf!" he pointed at his ears and made some nonsensical twirling sounds. Frustrated, he started typing text into the Computer Terminal Gone deaf from explosion. Can't hear you. What did you say? Wish we had some good old fashioned pen and paper... The computer started flashing up all sorts of warning alerts about the simulator suite A, Floor 13, and, most alarmingly, the particle collider in the sub levels. And to make matters worse, all the lifts were down...

GM Captain Kraken paced up and down, brandishing his cutlass. He paused by Kid Cthullu "I knew you weren't my cousin, you lying dog! even though you look similar, I'll give ye that. Not one of landlubbing earthlings". He put his cutlass under Kid Cthullus nerve and gave him a beady look "anyone tries to fool Captain Kraken, I'll Keel haul them, do you hear!" He turned his eyes towards Push. "Treasure ye say? Now that does sound interesting. Plunder and Spoils?" He sheathed his Cutlass and put his arm around Push in a jovial manner "Welcome aboard mates!" he laughed, before thundering some orders to his crew. "Set the Solar Sails, men! We are off to Plunder Pluto! Arrrr!" And with that, the Stellar Bucaneer's Engines rumbled into action, and the mighty craft off took off, speeding towards the edge of the solar system.

"Ah well" sighed Rene, wistfully, as he continued to study Stesha and paint. "I miss Paris, it is true". "But, I have never been to the new world. And for all the lack of culture and terrible wine and cuisine, it has much to commend it. It helped forge liberty for the world, and liberty is priceless. " "And at my age, I could not die without seeing, and living in, America" He paused, chewing on the end of the brush, closing one eye then the other as he studied Stesha. "And then... And then... I am also master of the arcane arts. And for two centuries I have helped defend this world from the threats that lurk... in the beyond. And I am not going to stop now. Freedom City is at a... how would you say... crossroads of time, space, and other things. It is here that I need to be. I do not know exactly why, or when, or how". He shrugged "but I have lived long enough, and know enough to be sensitive to these things. All the signs are there. And here. It is my fate to be here, and my purpose is here. "