Supercape

Quentin escorted Etain to Father Rozello and shook his hand. "Fascinating lecture, Father" he started. "I am Professor Quill, of Freedom City University. And this is... Ms.. Etain. Quite the Latin scholar!" Father Rozello greeted them warmly "welcome the church, so glad you enjoyed the lecture" he replied warmly. "What is your field of study?" he asked Quentin. "Quantum physics!" laughed Quentin "not exactly one for the church. Although I like all knowledge, of course. I was very interested in this Latet anguis in herba you mentioned, sounds very mysterious!" At the mention of this, Father Rozello's face furrowed slightly. "Yes, mysterious and perhaps disturbing. Those were dangerous times. For the Church, and the spiritual well being of all. But perhaps I am being too melancholy" he muttered, without much conviction.

"Well she seemed quite handy at the lab, from what I remember. Which isn't a lot, of course. Was doing some fiddling about, so you must have trained her quite well. Perhaps a bit stressed out, but I guess I wasn't behaving myself. " "I suppose I should apologise to her. You must introduce me at some point. " Gathering his cape around him, he pointed to the Plaza. "As for our nemesis... are you sure you are safe from that idiot-beam?"

"No I don't. But I was impressed by his mastery of history and his command of oratory. Really engaged the audience, don't you think? I'm only an amateur in these matters, of course, but he seems to know his stuff. Ontological arguments for the divinity, and all that. " He adjusted his bow tie. "Well, he looks affable enough, and is meeting and greeting. Care to?" on impulse, he politely offered his arm with a smile.

Quentin was rather surprised that the lady had answered him in fluent Latin. As fluent a Latin as he had ever heard - it would have made his old teacher at Eton weep. It certainly put his own mastery of the language - and he was quite proficient albeit rusty - to shame. Following her, he offered his hand. "" he commented. "My name is Professor Quill, may I have the pleasure of yours?" he asked politely.

"Its all jumbled up and silly, but yes, I remember some stuff. Travelling in a car. Some woman feeding me noodles. You, not talking... asleep? did Simian affect you too?" He started getting panicky "Did he affect you too?" he clutched his chest and started hyperventilating "are you sure you are safe... we you sure we are safe? what if we both loose our thinky?"

Supercape quickly elongated his cape to its normal magnificence, and leapt into the sky behind Miss A. "Slow down!" he yelled, remind her again that he simply wasn't as speedy as her. It was tough work, shifting atoms behind him and in front of him, all the time making sure his own body "forgot" that gravity existed. Still, he conceded, far better she met Dr. Simian before he did. He felt himself get sweaty just thinking about the ape...

Slick responded by shuffling away, still sweating and trembling in fear. He could barely speak. As the three remaining zombies encircled Mad Dog, he finally found some courage. Damned if he was going to let his partner get eaten alive! Shaking, he stepped forward and swung his fist at one of the corpses. Fear remained his master, and he stumbled and swung wide. Get a grip! he cursed to himself.

"Errr..." muttered Supercape "are you quite sure these will work?" he asked, uncertainly. "I'm quite fond of my thinky, to be perfectly frank. " He turned the goggles over in his hand. A piece of wiring fell off as he handled it, and swung loose on some duct tape. Despite the shoddy nature of the work, it seemed to have an electrical current, and if he peered through them, they did look very dark. He put them on hesitantly. "How do I look?"

GM The recipient of Mad Dog's crunching blow simply caved in, the sound of breaking bones filling the dig. A horrible sucking sound followed, as the animated corpse collapsed into a heap. The emotionless sacks of rotting flesh that followed where unphased, and merely lunged in a crude but nevertheless fast and powerful manner at Mad Dog. The flailing limbs were however, easily fended off.

Indeed... 1d20+6=12 Crunch! 3 Zombies attacking you back! GM's perogative! 1d20+3=14, 1d20+3=14, 1d20+3=19 All miss! And Slick whiffs back 1d20+7=9

"Yes yes, of course! what was I thinking!" muttered Supercape "clearly still recovering. Goodness, I hope I don't regress again. " he started getting anxious "what does the scanner show? any damage to the hippocampus? frontal lobes still intact? that was rather impulsive... prefrontal cortex dopamine levels still normal?" He started breathing heavily. "No, no. Must get a grip. I'm sure its all fine. " He looked at Miss A "it is all fine up there isn't it?"

"Ah yes" replied Supercape. "The principle is easy enough. Electromagnetic pulse. I just shift a few subatomic particles around, loss of some matter, and it creates a very large pulse. Mainly light, but a huge radiowave burst too. " He cracked his knuckles. "Well, as you have all these sensors around... here, let me demonstrate..."

Supercape quickly altered his costume to his regular outfit, although a few specks of Miss A's colours ended up on the tips of his cape and needed to be literally shaken out. "Yes, I think so. May take a while to be absolutely tip top again, but everything seems to be in working order. I feel more like Stupidcape than Supercape right now. " He wiped his mouth and looked around. "Its all a bit dim. I remember Dr. Simian, a light, and then it all gets a bit foggy, although I suspect that's a blessing. I have images. Of being a total ass as you yanks would say. " He stood up. "What the hell happened?"

"Bright lights are very pretty!" remarked Supercape "all swishy-swirly.. patterns... of light... in repeating oscillations... do I detect a fractal composition underpinning the temporal variance? very clever! that would stimulate the mesolimbic system to counterbalance and residual opto-radial disturbance..." He grinned and looked at Miss A. "Magnificent! I can't thank you enough! My thinky is back!" he sucked up the noodle trailing from his mouth. He looked down at his costume. "Oh dear" he muttered, blushing.

Supercape sat patiently (for once) in the MRI scanner, twiddling his thumbs, and humming a movement from the Peer Gynt Suite. "Me thinks me prefer something to drink. Red drinky stuff that taste nice and make you go giggly. Me thinks me likes that. Have you got any red drinky giggly stuff?" He wiggled his toes in his boots. He looked at Miss A and giggled. His own costume changed into a mirror image of hers and he started laughing "Me wearing pretty ladies clothes! hahaha! funny!"

"Bunnies?" asked Supercape. He spent a good few moment mouthing the word with a furrowed brow, until his face brightened and he smiled from ear to ear. "Hop - hops!" he grinned. "No more lights pretty lady. Me not hurt you. Can we play later?" he asked excitedly, clapping his hands. He looked sad for a moment "I wish my thinky was working again. Can you make it better?"

"Hello pretty lady!" smiled Supercape, clapping his hands "Me happy to see you" He looked around "where did other lady go?". The noodle whipped around his mouth as he turned his head, but refused to depart. He climbed up on the table. "My thinky not good. " he said as he lay down "All me remember is monkey man make bright light. " He smiled again "me can make bright light, me show you..."

Supercape played with the fork for a while, stirring the noodles and eating a mouthful. A few noodles landed on his cape, and one dangled out of his mouth, dribbling soya sauce. He sighed, and started fiddling with a spectrotherm lying on the table. "Me bored" he complained. And sighed again. "Why is pretty lady not saying anything? Me liked pretty lady. Pretty lady was pretty" he got up and started poking her. "Pretty lady WAKE UP!"

Slick dropped to her hands and knees, examining the crack in the floor. She couldn't see anything of course, but her skin was littered with chemoreceptors that equalled the best tracking animal. "Gone from sight, but I can tell you, he had a good smell on him. By which I mean a strong smell. The smell was bad. Greasy I mean, real greasy. Something wrong with him." She wasn't lying. Whatever had warped his flesh had made him smell like an accident in an industrial chemical factory.

Ms. Wells fiddled with a few dials on her brass plated difference engine. A few puffs of steam and smoke complimented the chugging cogs inside. "The temperature is dropping extremely rapidly. Exponentially. In a few hours, London will be frozen. Tomorrow... it will be worse than the Ice Age. And its spreading. In a week's time, the whole of England will be lifeless..." "We have to stop this now. I have no idea how far this will spread. England? The world? The universe? For all I know, it could spread to all universes. Its impossible to say, the calculations just break down. "

Quentin nodded at Etain as she sat down next to her. Quaint dress he noted to himself. Although he was far from an expert on fashion, this seemed antiquated even by his standards. Perhaps some form of ultra religious Christian sect? He put down his crossword when Father Rozello began his talk. It was not long, about twenty minutes or so, and Rozello was a good speaker. He was discussing some of the first Catholic missionaries and churches in Freedom City, making reference to a famous document, the Latet anguis in herba, apparently some treatise on witchcraft and demonology that had been transported to the New world in the 16th Century. Details were somewhat vague, but Rozello was something of an expert on theological history, and had come to look at the Archives of the church. The talk was over, and the audience free to wander the Church again. Father Rozello remained, answering a few questions politely, referencing the history of the church - both architectural and theological, in the City. Several display cases were showing old bits of history and archeology from the Church, and some of the bound text books detailing the workings of the old Cathedral. "Interesting talk" said Quentin to Etain. "" he mumbled in Latin, almost unconsciously, his old Latin lessons from school popping into his head.

Supercape perched on his stool kicking his feet and munching on his snickers bar. He looked around the room. Unfortunately, his variety of supersenses were still active, and his inquisitive personality was no less dimmed. "Funny stuff here" he said, poking a minimaxitron. "All sparkly with lights inside and stuff". He grinned at her. "Me make sparkly lights?" he held up his hand and peered "very small things go whizz together. Make boom boom?"

"I did indeed have something in mind!" answered Felix. "I would like you to put on a darn good show and have some fun!" he laughed "the rest is up to you! go speak to the firework people. Or Victor even, if you can persuade him to have fun. All you have to is light up the sky with your rockets and some fireworks at the crescendo of the display. I'll give the signal. But above all, enjoy yourself doing it! you look like a guy who enjoys a thrilling ride. "

Kudos to the use of GM Fiat TT: Much nicer than "Boss shakes of Stun" in my book! Now, Slick has acute accurate olfactory senses, with tracking 1. Notice (or indeed Search as same bonus) roll 1d20+5=16 Any luck?

Supercape dutifully followed. He looked rather forlorn. "Other lady no like glowy stuff" he said to himself, with a downturned mouth. He gave her a scowl when she had her back turned. When he got inside the lab, he looked around and pointed at the quantum matter he had left her previously "look, glowy stuff. Me remember here. A bit. Did me leave my thinky here?" he asked, pointing at his head.