Supercape

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.

GM Dr Gwib, as the students (and often the faculty) called her, pursed her lips and scribbled. Her handwriting was an almost impossible combination of elegant and quick. Bordeline caligraphy. Unfortunately it was also out of Jennifer's view. "A satsifactor start, Ms. Gale... entirely satisfactory. Thankyou for enlightening us that oblitrerated lungs and heart were the likely cause of death. I am sure your fellow students would have otherwise struggled to indetify the cause had you not shared your insight with them." Acid wit, hard ass. That was Dr Gwib. "Well then, if we proceed to a more nuanced investigation, which would be expected of you should you wish to graduate, perhaps you could demonstrate further examination, followed by conclusions, speculation, recommendations, and further laboratory tests. I am sure such basic skills are within the grasp of even a mediocre forensic science undergraduate, wouldn't you say?" The pen stopped scribbling. Dr Gwib drummed her enamel nails against her clipboard, her face an impenetrable mask that might speak of boredom, contempt, amusment, or a blend of them all...

GM The priest nodded, and nodded again. His fingers drummed against his bible. "Someone like you?" he asked, his interest spiked. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes wide, the drumming of his fingers slightly faster. "What do you mean? We are old God's children, and we are all worthy of his love, no matter how much we have sinned. I have yet to meet the devil who is not welcome in this house." He paused, straightened, and composed himself. His hands brushed down the creases of his robe. "I..*Ahem*... I do not wish to pry. Well, I do wish to pry, but it is wrong of me to wish it. What I mean to say is... ah... who are you? Terminus invasions? Are you in... ah... some kind of trouble?" The priest looked around, scanning the entrance to the church, frowning, chewing his cheeks. "Please, I can't say I will understand, but I will listen, and won't judge. Who are you?"

OOC for https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/13626-zombie-vs-zombie/ Feel free to work through and describe Chimera's examination of the body. Essentially he looks like a Yardie, street level thugs, man about 35, veteran of many scuffles, who has had a shotgun pointed at his chest and fired. Lots of bone, blood, and a few shotgun pellets inside. you can add in any other insights (that wont detract from the story) if you wish. Dr GWB will finish up anything you missed so no need for a roll; role play it how you wish Feel free to make an untrained Knowledge (Arcane) and knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) roll if you examine his tattoo's!

GM 1st June Mid morning Lecture: Violent Death - From theory to practice, Doctor Getrude Whallington-Bridgecastle Dr GWB welcomed the group of four Forensic science students into the cold air and metal furnishings of the morgue. Lamentably, there was only one corpse to examine, a rarity in Freedom City. The consensus opinion that Dr GWB was a stiff, prentetious and deeply clever pathologist who had a reputation for marking exams harshly, and being just as harsh in her teaching sessions. And yet, she had the deep knowledge and occasional acidic wit that kept her in her job. She clearly was somewhat aggreived that she only had once cadaver on which to wax lyrical, but she was determined to make do. The dead body was clearly a thug. Tattoo's of skulls, machete's, dancing skeletons and murder. Scars from knife fights, dreadlocks, dark brown skin, medallions - this was presumably a member of some Carribean-origin gang. A Yardie. Even the most inexperienced student amongst the four could give a good guess at the mode of death. The corpse had the centre of his chest blown out - a ten inch diameter hole straight through. Looked like a shotgun blast. At close range. "So, who would like to walk us through the preliminary examination?" asked Dr GWB, her eyebrows raised in challenge, peering over her rimmed glasses, her bronze hair wound tightly into a bun. Her hands gripped a clip board and pen in eager anticipation. She would be taking notes...

GM The smile stayed smiling. "Music is a little piece of Heaven, isn't it? Strike me down if that's blasphemy, Lord!" chuckled the priest. Six choirboys sung, and sung well. Not professional, not yet, but they were in tune. They ranged from... well, it was hard to say - eight to fourteen, maybe fifteen? Small, dressed in robes, reading sheet music. "What is on your mind?" asked the Priest. He stayed a cautious ten feet from La Puma. "It sounds like your are conflicted, perhaps? But then, many who come here are conflicted, so it is perhaps not so much a guess. Troubles, troubles, we all have our troubles. Some weigh light, some weigh heavy, but through God the load is easier to bear..." He raised an eyebrow. "But I think maybe you are more... troubled than most? Or maybe the troubles are stranger. Do not fear, we are in a house of God, and all are welcome. This is a place for love and redemption, not shame and pennance. Well, at least whilst I am around. Some of the *ahem* more senior clergy are a bit more fire and brimstone." He gave a wink.

OOC thread for https://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/13623-beyond-the-pale/ Somke and Mirrors and a Catholic church.