Supercape

...which came from none other than Liebniz... "Never mind that rubbish indeed!" piped up Liebniz. "I am professor Liebniz, chair in particle physics at the same university. I have a prestigious academic background, and have excellent credentials. Unlike some other professors of my university, I wasn't booted out of Cambridge for spouting nonsense!" he sneered at Quentin. He opened his briefcase and started handing out his elegantly produced C.V. "My resume. If anyone wishes to discuss funding my research, or grants, or joint ventures, please let me know..."

Quentin adjusted his bow tie. "Professor Quill" he started "lecturer and researcher in Freedom University. Quantum Mechanics is my game. Dabble a bit in other stuff. Observer entanglement, and the relationship between wavestring existence probabilities and psychological states, for instance. Perhaps you have read my thesis on..." He looked around... "Never mind all that nonsense" he coughed, adjusting his bow tie again for the umpteenth time. "Splendid business this. Delighted to be here and all that. Jolly good chaps the lot of you, I am sure. Happy to help how I can. " Slightly ruffled, he mumbled "Spiffing!" and waited for the next introduction.

Slick wasn't entirely sure a spiked leather jacket and black dog mask made him feel any easier that night but said nothing. Too be honest, he was getting more spooked by the minute. He hadn't felt like this since the McCarthy years. Together, the three men. Well, two men and one currently-a-man trudged towards the burial site. Rod needed encouragement for virtually every step of the way, and seemed to jump out of his skin at the snap of a twig. Not that there was much sound. The forest was deathly quiet. Creeping forward, Slick could see a clearing. The wind gave off a horrible whistling sound. What looked to be ancient native American artifacts were strewn on the dusty ground, and a small but very black hole lay at the centre. Worst still, three withered corpses lay on the ground, and a red eyed coyote was sniffing and licking one. Slick gluped. "This dosen't look too natural..."

Supercape floated over behind Miss A. "Umm... do be careful. I'm really not sure what we are dealing with here..." As they approached the epicentre of the roped off area, the small spherical object, about the size of a soccer ball came into view. It was bulbous and had an ungainly shape, with symmetry and an odd beauty nevertheless. Subtle green vapours and lights emitted from deep within it. "They don't know much. Very powerful energies." He concentrated amount. "Which I can confirm. Feels a bit quantum to me. " He concentrated again "Quite heavy. Must use heavy metals. Possibly unstable high end periodic materials. Around 87 Kg, despite its size. " He looked at Miss A "by the way, I don't know exactly what you can do?" As a precaution he activated his own quantum lattice forcefield "I know one thing I can do, and that's start with this force field. Quantum power's my game. Nudging a few atoms this way and that. Boom, bang, whizz wham, and all that. "

No blush response Quentin noted, having carefully studied her cheeks. He felt his own hotness. At least not in her. Damnnit what do I pay that analyst for. Time to go Jungian. No more Freudian nonsense. "Well as a matter of fact I do, my dear lady!" he replied, regaining some of his composure. Yes that was the answer! old fashioned gallantry and plain ignorance. Denial! Denial! He held out his hand, and with a moments focus created a small orb of sparkling white crystal material. "Quantum matter. Tougher than steel, quite light. It doesn't, in many aspects, actually exist. Its best not to think about it too much. Makes your brain hurt. " He took his hand away and the crystal remained floating. "Can be created to ignore gravity, see?" he nudged it a little and it bobbed off in one direction. "Should do the trick, I can create plenty of it. Not sure how long it will last, haven't put it through experimental process for long enough. But it will last long enough. Here, have a play." he pushed it towards Miss A.

GM Greenwich Observatory: Edge "Cabbsy" gave an interesting chat about all and sundry on the ride up Blackheath and into Greenwich park. Apparently he had six kids, two ex wives, and times were hard. He had several serious diseases, his mother was dying, and dear old Mrs. Muggins across the road was about to be kicked out by her landlord. All very tragic. "Anyway guv'nr. He were are, at the royal observatory. Most impressive it is. Fine view of the city. Anything I can do for you, you just let me know. At your service, for a fine gent such as your self. Shall I keep the meter running?" he asked, pointing at the steadily turning mechanical readout indicating the fare. It was gently snowing at the observatory, but still there were a fair number of rich folk, usually well educated types, wandering around the grounds, some with families, some in couples or alone. And the view was quite impressive. A four piece string quarter, dressed in black tie and looking blue from the cold, were playing admirably well despite the terrible frost and snow.

"Easy yes, but potentially risky. What if it explodes on movement? or in contact with water for that mater? and how big is the explosion? or does it even explode? maybe its biological? radioactive? who knows?" "I mean, I have some rather novel senses that can help. And I know a fair bit about physics. But I cant wire up my toaster to be honest. " He looked at Miss A with an arched brow. "Lets just say a good friend gave me your number and leave it at that eh?" He looked at her very closely. "After all, I am sure a beautiful lady like you gets asked for her number all the time..."

Supercape once again looked at the blue eyed, blonde haired tall beauty with a raised eyebrow. Once again, he detected the constant stream of radio communication beaming from her. Something just peculiar about her, he decided. Or about me he conceded. "Yes, anyway" he continued, oblivious to the fact he had not, in fact, been talking out aloud. "Supercape is indeed my name. That's may name. On account of it being Supercape." Get a grip man! Toots "It seems the Grue left an unexploded bomb - well, I hope its a bomb - can't tell with non-terran technology I suppose - here in Hanover square. Half buried it seems. Found behind a dumpster, an old clapped out VW, and under a thrown out mattress. Not exactly public spirited of said mattress owner I suppose. "

"Sorry about that, my dear. " Supercape fought off a completely irrational urge to call her "toots". Because it was so completely inane and inappropriate, it became almost impossible to stop himself from blurting it out. Obsessive thoughts he mused must see analyst. Cognitive dissonance. Overt idealised sexuality (female origin?). High intellect. "Supercape here. Named after my cape. Which is super." Musn't babble. Toots "How soon can you get here?" he said, landing in Hanover, where the police, ambulance, and fire services had already sealed off a two block area.

OOC post for this thread. Flux chases down a few SHADOW agents, and bumps into Supercape.

Supercape was having one of those day's of nice relaxing heroics. He had just rescued a cat from a tree for a little old lady, after preventing a minor train disaster just previously. Nothing to difficult. Very rewarding. No moral problems. By golly, sometimes it was easy, this hero stuff. He had just alighted atop a rooftop to revel in the evening and take in the sunshine. Yes, he was finally beginning to feel at home in this city, and at last, in his cape...

"Hello My dear" replied Quentin. He wasn't quite sure how the ultra glamorous Miss Americana could possess such an intellect, but put this down to his fuddy duddy old fashioned prejudice. He couldn't remember any graduates like that at Cambridge. Of course, he always wondered if the constant radio contact she maintained with, well... who?... might help with the appearance of intellectual prowess. Phone a friend, as it were. Nice little symbiosis if that was the case. "Crisis here, remember the Grue Invasion earlier this year. Turns out they left some big presents that aren't exactly wanted. One of them is in Hanover. " He banked slightly towards Hanover. "Now I know you are a bit of a technical whizz. Bit of a boff and all of that. How are you with bomb-disposal?"

OOC Thread for This thread, should it be needed! Where Supercape and Miss Americana deactivate some old Gruevasion bombs!

Professor Quill was at Freedom University when he heard Liebniz gabbling over the phone "no sir, I have absolutely no expertise in the matter. This is a job for the army, the police, not me. I can't help you defuse a Grue Bomb in Hanover!" Liebniz looked genuinely frightened. "How dare you appeal to my sense of patriotism! I pay my taxes! this is your job!!!" he shouted, and slammed the phone down, followed by some profuse swearing in German and mopping of the brow. Liebniz was half right. He was a brilliant man in physics and technology, but he was no hero. True, he had helped rescue Quentin and Fleur from their recent submarine escapade with his mind, but defusing a bomb was more than his fragile nerves could handle. Rushing down the Corridor, Quentin undid his bow tie and with a sparkle of light transformed into Supercape. He burst through the doors of the university and sped off at top speed to the Skies. Hang on a minute. He reflected. I cant defuse bomb's either... Fortunately, he knew a lady who could. Thanks to the recent braniac conference he had attended. Slowing slightly, but not stopping, he reached for his Supercape phone and punched in the number of Miss Americana...

"Well that would be lovely" replied Quentin. "If there is anything I can do..." He though for a moment. "Actually, I have been experimenting with nth dimensional matter folding. I'm not entirely sure how long it lasts, but..." he held out is hand and stared intently, after a moment of sparkling light and twinkling, a coffee mug made of obscure glittering crystal lay in his hands. "Tougher than steel and much prettier... not sure what to call it. I'm not really sure you can say it exists, in many senses. But it does the job. Maybe for windows, or something... I don't know!" "Anyway, I'll keep it here for next time!" And with that he gave her a jaunty wave and stepped through the floral door back to good old regular earth. He felt a bit like Mr. Ben.

Not really! A Knowledge (Art) roll may be vaguely pertinent if you are appraising the goods, however.

GM Camden Market: Carrie The saleslady frowned slightly at Carrie's statement of frugality but nevertheless showed her the collection of wares. The cheapest fur coat was rather ragged and of poor workmanship, but was still wonderfully warm. Of course, there were lots of other clothes of rather bohemian nature inside, including fine wool cardigans and the like. "For you my love, just a pony" Meanwhile, the ragged urchin was stealthily creeping towards a pair of fine fur hats whilst the saleslady was engrossed in her pitch...

GM Tower of London: Grimalkin The bearded and bedraggled fellow peered out of the barred window, as the copper tube started to pipe and rotate. "My name is Blake, Mr. William Blake. Some called me mad, and locked me up in this tower for two centuries or so. Two centuries of torturous dreams and visions, calling of angels and beasts, and visitations of things both foul and fair!" he was half ranting, half reciting. He was neither poet nor madman, but a little of both - and wonderful besides. Peeking into his cell, there were sculptures, paintings, and realms of scrawled notes. Books lay open all around the floor and on bookshelves, and half eaten food was scattered everywhere. Wine was in abundance, as were wine stains. Imprisoned he may be, but he did not seem to want for anything. With a half jig and pirhoutte Blake started laughing "mad mad mad pixie of m'stry! magic and fey! fey and magic!" and as he did so, several of his paintings started to animate and play out scenes of light, fire, and intoxication. Calming down a little, he continued "can I paint you?"

GM Hyde Park: Cannonade As the Calibrator spun and whistled, the speaker continued "And why do you think it is so cold this summer? I shall tell you, noble and gentlefolk. The machines are using up all the heat! whats we to do about it? Smash the machines!" This drew some applause, and a few shouts of "You tell 'em Cap'n Nedd!" The speaker, Captain Nedd, seemed to notice Cannonade at the back of the crowd. Sharp eyesight. "Ho there, young fellow! come to help out! what's that you have in your hands?"

GM Camden Town: Silhouette Carrie stepped out into Camden town Market, a thriving, bustling centre of commerce. Despite the cold, all the vendors were out, set out by the waterways (Which had all but frozen over). Her copper tube was whistling and blowing and making whirring noises as the cogs spun endlessly. It was indeed blisteringly cold. Seeing Carrie dressed in the somewhat unusual attire, a friendly clothes salesman, a pleasant looking middle aged woman started plying her wares good naturedly "Good afternoon madam, terrible weather innit? I can see you are a woman of refined taste, yes indeed! I have a fine selection of Russian furs come in... just the thing to keep the chill out!" As she was talking to Carrie, a small urchin started eyeing up the furs behind her back...

Personally, I would have thought Sage power would be more accurately (although perhaps more cumbersomely) be something like a Concealment power with limitations: Phantasms and Requires Stealth Roll (alongside, maybe blending and passive). As it is HiPS would work against machines or people with mental shields / immune to mental powers (unlike your descriptor), and can't be nullified. Or powerstunted / boosted / drained, come to that.

Well, seeing as I made Sharktopus for precisely this kind of fun B movie monster mash up, count me in if you have space!

Supercape could show up, if you need another!

My pennys worth, its a throwback to M&Ms D&D 3e roots, and not a good one. It makes little sense, its of dubious mechanical cost, and feels all wrong. The only way I could justify it myself is by some "Super Ninja" type character. In other words, I couldn't justify it in this setting (myself), and personally I would bin it for the very reason you said. If somebody wants to hide without cover or concealment, then get a concealment power. Makes a lot more sense.

Supercape arched an eyebrow. "Military Court heh? Well, as long as its legal. " He scrutinized the powerful cyborg in front of him. "I guess you are from AEGIS too? well, can't blame you for feeling none to sympathetic to these fools. " "Just remember, corruption is not to be sneezed at. Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?"