Supercape

"Well, it appears we both have something to keep under our hats then" remarked Supercape. He pointed at her head "I'm afraid I can't rustle you up a fez, however. Although I am sure it would suit you magnificently. " "I just hope I wasn't too obvious at that meeting. That odious little rat Liebniz better not have sniffed out anything. The misery if he did! The misery! oh, you could fire that beam right at me if that happened. Ignorance is bliss. " "Looks all quite heavy" he commented on the cases. "How much? can you carry it all?"

Quentin scratched his chin. "I suppose so. I certainly don't relish the prospect of being hit by it again" he shuddered. "All though, in some ways it pains me to see it disassembled. The technology is fascinating. And potentially useful. " He shrugged "and of course we may need it some day if attacked by super intelligent martians" he smiled with some jocularity. "Perhaps one for your laboratory. Or, I hear talk of building a high tech facility for all scientist hero types. You can count me in on that. "

Quentin rushed over to the fallen priest, who was bleeding profusely out of his abdomen. He was no doctor, of course, but at least it looked like they hadn't hit the abdominal aorta. If they had, the blood would be reaching the other side of the crypt. As it was, there was a puddle of blood on the floor, and Rozello was cold, clammy, and barely conscious. Without immediate medical attention, things were looking grim. "Stop... the snake..." he croaked, as Quentin cradled him, and then he passed out cold. Protective as he was about his identity, Etain was hardly the investigative reporter type, or someone who would sell the information to the press - and a man's life was in the balance. Presumably the monks could not see him. He looked up at Etain, and said in a calm voice "Back in a jiffy!". The quantum hole formed in his mind, a direct link to the ER of Freedom's hospital. After a few seconds of fuzzy, wobbly fluctuation, the hole collapsed, and in an instant Quentin and Rozello shrunk down to nothing, folded in on themselves, and disappeared.

"Of course, of course my dear" he nodded. Artificial Intelligence he guessed explains a lot. Turing positive for sure. Maybe built by that lady in the lab. "Consider it all under my hat!" he pronounced, wiggling his finger, and forming an enormous spiffy fez on top of his head. "I would guess you don't want any more EM bursts around though? I'll keep that under my hat too. No more pretty lights go boom boom. " he said with a wink. Turning his attention to the idiot beam "what to do with this ruinous device then?"

Enthused, and with mock affront, Supercape brandished his rock. "Do you mean to tell me you don't know the rules of Cricket, my dear lady? The gentleman's sport?" Distracted, pacing, he proceeded to deliver his lecture with great relish and a broad grin. "You have two sides, one out in the field and one in.Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out. When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side that’s been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out. When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out.When both sides have been in and all the men have out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game!" He gave a massive smile and a wink. "There! Simple!" He hurled the rock at the giant mitt.

GM "Yes indeed" answered Ms. Wells "well, reasonably accurate anyway. Within several metres. At that point, it will be good old fashioned eyes and ears, people. " She nodded at Edge "if you can get us there in good time, Sir, then please do so!"

Its an area attack so auto hit. However, they get a reflex save to halve the rank of the attack... vs DC 20... 1d20+0=7, 1d20+0=1 No surprise there. So, will saves to resist the paralyse. As they are minions, any failure means maximum effect. 1d20+2=14, 1d20+2=21 Good lord, the non-speaker has made it! However, on the grand scale of things, they are broken. They aren't going to fight back unless its life or death.

Its enough! well, perhaps not enough to get them to psychologically crumble, but they certainly ain't gonna fight!

The two monks looked at each other. One hissed "witch! your time is soon at an end!" and spat at her. However, their courage of action was not equal to their courage of words. Both turned heel and ran towards the stairway. Quentin furrowed his brow, and within a few seconds, the entrance was covered in the white-blue crystalline substance he had termed quantum matter. Whilst it did not, in a mathematical sense, fully exist, it certainly did for the monks. The substance was as hard as steel, if not harder, and showed not the slightest deformity to their blows and cuts. Turning around, the first monk spat "the contract will be completed! all witchcraft will die, and justice will be served!" however, despite his resistance, they clearly knew they had no chance in fighting the sabre wielding heroine.

Liebniz Liebniz reacted to the newcomer almost by instinct. He grabbed his pile of C.V.s and half stood up. "Introductions, why of course! I am professor Liebniz, PhD, of Freedom City University. Head of physics. You will find my research first rate, and we always looking for partners for future scientific enterprise. If you would care to peruse these proposals for research and consider sponsorship or grants then..." He looked around nervously, his hands halfway to handing out the neatly printed proposals in question. He had quite forgotten his previous efforts, but now the memory of the sting resurfaces. "*Ahem* Well, yes, indeed. Perhaps later" he mopped his brown and sat down.

Surprise surprise... 1d20+2=17

Quentin watched the new arrival with interest. The more the merrier he thought, although introductions where of course necessary. "Hello my dear" he waved at her and gave a friendly smile. "Pull up a seat and introduce yourself. I am professor Quill, of Freedom City University. " She looked a little young to be an academic, but with all the supermind metahumans floating around these days, that was hardly a disqualifying factor.

"Well, I make of it you are not flesh and bone. That's fairly clear. It would explain your incredibly fast intellect, and the fact you always have a radio transmission beaming out of your head to somewhere. And the fact that the idiot beam didn't work on you. For which we should all be grateful. " He shrugged. "The rest is just speculation. Artificial Intelligence maybe? A computer child of Doktor Archeville?" He walked up to her as she examined the idiot beam, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "I guess that's your business. I know you have effectively saved my life, and are a good person. And, dare I say it, a friend. I just didn't want to pretend. I can sense what I can sense. "

Father Rozello looked surprised and incredulous. "Father, its OK. She is able to do these things. This is Freedom City, after all, remember?" said Quentin with a wink. Rozello nodded, and gulped. "" whispered Quentin to Etain, and then, after a moment of reflection added " The Monks started questioning Rozello again, who was clearly quite nervous. After some heated debate in Italian, Rozello took them to an old dusty tome, and showed them some pictures. A few more words were spoken. The two monks looked at each other. One nodded, and then before Quentin knew what was happening, a knife appeared from the sleeves of the monks robe, and proceeded to flash into Rozello's abdomen!

Supercape looked down at the idiot beam. The powercables were largely lifeless. "I'm not sure I'm as strong as you, to be honest..." he started. He looked back at Miss America - visually she remained a perfect copy of a human. However, his expanded senses could quite easily see the pulsing electrons that coursed through her like haemoglobin. "I think something happened when the second pulse hit me" he continued, rubbing his eyes. Even closed, he could stretch out and feel the ebb and flow of energies around him. Heck, he could even tune into the news station. "The energies around me, I can sense them. Sharper and clearer than before. Much sharper. Much clearer. Its beautiful, and overpowering too. " "And you are like a magnificent flower of electricity, my dear..."

Father Rozello recognised Etain from the Church above " Quentin pressed the matter further "Father, how do we get to the root of this? What are the inquisition up to?" Rozello sighed, defeated by circumstance, resigned - albeit gratefully - to his new accomplices. "Somewhere here, or nearby, will be the pact documents and rituals. The Inquisition clearly wish to complete them in order to gain more power. " Quentin turned to Etain. "Secret passageway?" he queried.

"Err... I think so" replied Supercape, and gingerly removed the Goggles. Lights. No, not lights. Energy, streams of wavestrings. Everywhere. Something had happened. He had, for some time now, been able to pick up on crude energy levels, but now his sensitivity and range had multiplied. He could feel radio transmissions course through the air, feel their flow. Electricity cables poured forth electrons through man built cables and wires. Cosmic radiation streamed through the air. And Miss Americana... Coursed with electrical currents throughout her body. Electrical circuits everywhere. Limbs, body, head. He could see the spiderweb of electrical systems as though one could see the blood system of a living being. "Err....." he said, staring Miss Americana up and down. "There's more to you than meets the eye..."

"Father, what's going on? I don't like the look of this at all..." The priest and scholar was sweating and looked deeply troubled "timely as your arrival was, my friend, you cannot place your life in peril by remaining. Those men are driven. So driven, they loose their way with God" He took Quentin by the elbow and lead him, not unkindly, back out of the Crypt. "They are, to be honest, dangerous. Blinded by faith, they have lost faith. " Quentin turned to face Rozello "I am not afraid of them, Father. I have faced worse than priests. And something deeply disturbing is going on, I can tell that much. You are in trouble. You need a friend. You need help. " In Latin he continued "". Father Rozello sighed. "Perhaps you are right, Professor. Perhaps. But I will not have your death on my conscience. Those men are self styled inquisitors. Many centuries ago, the Inquisition had an ignoble history of witch hunting here, and these tomes" he waved his arms over the bookcases "are testament to those horrible times. Now, they seek to uncover some of the....methods hidden in these histories. "

Slightly nervous, Quentin edged towards the three clergymen. It struck him that he was already breaking and entering. Not good. "I say, Father, are you all right? these chaps not giving you any bother are they?" Rozello turned to Quentin sharply "what are you doing down here? this is off limits to the public, professor. You best leave... now..." The two hooded monks turned too, and one of them intoned "leave us" in a voice like falling tombstones.

Sorry was being silly and combined it with bad communication! From the sense motive you can tell that Rozello is scared and trying to bluff, and the two hooded monks are very intimidating.

Good stuff! Learn some Italian!!! ;)

As datalink power is subtle, lets see if SC notices it... 1d20+10=21 Just.

Well, they both have potential albeit highly unlikely advantages. By seeing what the target is doing, you could, for instance, see a foe healing himself which would be a shock if you couldn't see it. Or you could see two targets make up and become friends, or even start to fight. All this is unlikely, but possible. I suppose it is a potential disadvantage, as enemies could see what you have in your pocket. Splitting the target destination into several sub-pockets (paintings) is optional and therefore nothing but an advantage - although again unlikely to be particularly helpful. For instance, if you are fighting Captain A and Baron B, and put them both in a painting - lets say Captain A has dimensional travel and hence can step out as a move action. If they were in the same painting, he could bring Baron B out with him. There are other less obvious and subtle advantages. This one feels like a boon to me not at "extra" level of course. I suppose you could call it Progression (number of sub compartments)?

Moving down the crypt, and, if he was honest himself, rather perturbed about what he had read, and what Etain might or might not be, Quentin caught sight of Father Rozello. He was in a heated debate with two hooded monks. Quentin recognised the language. Italian. But he could barely speak half a dozen words of the language. Whispering to Etain, he asked "

Thanks Durf, helpful pointers there - although I am a little surprised that dimensional pocket is viewed as a one shot win power (at least at regular durations) - given you can't actually harm a trapped target and they get a new save each round... seems to me the best you could get would be breathing space and not a vast amount of that. Nevertheless, its not a power I have seen in play. How does this sound as a 27 pp alt power: Dimensional Pocket 8 (Paint onto a picture; mystic; Extras: Range (Perception), Alternate Save: Will (+0) Flaws: Full Round, Unreliable, Power Feats: Progression, Mass 9 (x1000 Mass, equal to 10,000 tonnes), Custom 2 (Can split pockets into several different pictures, can see targets and objects in pictures), Indirect 1, Drawbacks: Power loss [need canvas or something to paint target onto])