Supercape

It appears my internet is up and running again, so I am going to kick this off soon with above four characters (on reflection, my brain aint going to handle much more than four!) If any of you want to throw in any particular themes / issues / stories / whatnots, pm me in next few days otherwise I will get this going. Tally ho wot wot!

In case we do: 1d20+0=9 For supercape: Although I'm not sure if we are in combat time?

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"A new formula for Zoom?" pondered Supercape, scratching his chin. "Well, I guess you cant stop the chemist's progressing in all aspects of their field. But I don't like the sound of the mob getting involved. " He took the heroines number, with genuine gratitude. For all her brusque nature, she was a genuine heroine, he concluded. He could take a leaf out of her book. "I'm not sure I know how to crack it, but that dosen't mean I wont. And, since you have given me your number..." he responded in kind, giving her his own special Supercape number.

Remaining in the girls form for now - well, why change? - Slick nodded at Cannonade and the two left to Join Dragonfly. Slick was finding the heroines speech patterns somewhat difficult to follow. She had a detatched, inhuman air, like a robot, a genuis, or an autistic savante. Wouldn't be any easy person to copy, she concluded, at least in manerisms. Listening to Dragonfly's debreif, she was under no illusion as to the cognitive abilities of the heroine however. Another lead. Turning to her two allies, she said through barely contained gritted teeth "Time to shut this down, ladies and gents. Full stop. This is going no further. "

Well, it liooked like his partner in investigation was finally warming up a little, despite her initial brusqueness. "Pleased to meet you" he replied, holding out his hand. He didn,t fancy a discussion on the merits of banshees as a turn of phrase. "Handy ability. Don,t use it right now, though, you might take my fingers off!" He chucled, shaking her hand as warmly as possible. "I,m not much of a detective to be honest. Any ideas how to stamp this out for good?"

"Who did this to me?" screeched Slick, tears rolling down her face "What's going to happen?" "WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT?" She was loosing it. She stood up, tore the canula out of her arm. The tears were no longer acting. She moved to the scientists bed and stared him in the eye. "I need to know. Give me that. So it wasn't just you? who was it?"

"Well", pondered Supercape. "One, really. It's just I use it in different ways. I suppose I just see atoms, forces, and things you probably wouldn't understand, and when I see them, I can... nudge them." He shrugged. "E equals MC squared and all that. A lot of energy from a small effect. What you saw back there was just altering the atomic force between some key air molecules. Hey presto, solid air. " "What I can't do, however, is read minds. And I'm not sure we are much closer to busting this thing. Unless you can read minds. Why, I don't really know what you can do other than turn flat and fight like a banshee!"

"Err... yes... restrain..." Damn it, he wasn't a brawler. He wasn't a young man. Or woman, come to that. He didn't think he had much chance in a wrestling match. Of course, he could restrain in other ways, no he though about it. Concentrating on the air molecules around the youth, he nudged in obscure ways. The bonds between them grew to phenomenal strength until, with a sucking sound from the vacuum, they formed into a diamond hard solid shell around the surprised youth. It took a little concentration, but it would hold. And the glittering shell looked impressive.

Cape is going to try a cage round the zoomer. Its auto hit, but he does get a reflex save 1d20+8=11 No good. Given its a toughness 10 cage, he won't be breaking out of that. Of course, it does tie Supercape down to maintaining the cage.

Supercape barely saw the blur, but saw him he did, and that was all he needed to excite a few key atoms and turn the blur into a shining blast of radiation. The youth careered into a wall, stumbling, disorientated from the heat and power of the blast. "Halt Citizen! Your life is in immediate peril if you do not desist. Capitulate now and medical attention can be arranged that will improve your chances of survival!" He was rather pleased with himself!

NOt sure if this is relevant but 1d20=6 for his initiative Then, the rad blast - which will be auto hit 1d20+4=16 for zoomers toughness, vs DC 25 Enough for a bruise and a stun

Slick groaned, and turned to the scientist. With her best actress' cap on, she pretended to focus on him, still groggy from the drugs and the smoke inhalation. "You...you..." she murmured. "I can't remember.... what happened? what did you do to me?" she pleaded, conjuring up a crocodile tear for good effect.

Having a few problems with 'tinternet at the moment, hopefully I will resolve them soon. Its intermittent but annoying. I will be posting but will be largely absent from chat for time being. As its intermittent, I can still usually check messages and be involved in threads, so keep em coming. You may, however, have to transiently shed tears of despair as you are deprived of my wonderful charm on chat for a day or two...

Supercape was less than impressed with himself. Damn it, when was he going to be a hero? Heck, he was meant to be a SUPERhero. He had the cape to show it. Instead, this young woman with a ragtag costume was showing him what real. Mettle was. He paced around a bit, listening intently for any of the aforementioned sounds. When he heard the crashing of chairs, he burst into action. Activating his quantum force field, and r unning into the room in a flurry of textile splendour he pronounced "Halt, citizens!"

Quentin turned round to the young fellow. "Shhh" he said, reflexively, before realising that it was indeed a pertinent question to a very unusual situation. "Sorry dear chap, force of habit in a theatre. I don't think so, no. Most peculiar. Haven't read the Greek tragedies for oooh a good decade though. Some of these modern productions do take liberties. " He looked back to the stage. He wasn't persuading anyone, really. This didn't seem part of the show.

"Right then", announced Supercape, "I guess we need to apprehend the youth and convince him of the error of his ways. " He cracked his knuckles. "I'm sure the poor boy is just misguided. A stern lecture on civil responsibility will do the trick. It stands to reason he will see the error of his ways and capitulate if we confront him... thereby revealing the underlying malaise!" he twirled his finger with an authoritarian air and drew himself up to his not unimpressive full height. "What do you think, young lady? I'm sure you, as a woman still possessed of vibrant youth, have insight into the matter. "

"Blimey" replied Supercame, fidgeting. He reached momentarily for his bow tie, before realising that he had reformed it into his splendid shimmering blue costume. "Erm, what do we do now? I'm not much good at this stealth business." It would be even worse if he activated his shimmering quantum force field, as he was tempted to do. He still had the bruise from the day before. He did wish his companion would lighten up, it would help relieve his own mounting anxiety. "Erm. I hat to ask you flat out. But are you able to spy on him?" He instinctively winced and held his hands over his head, excepting another admonishment.

Quentin was annoyed. He had been enjoying the show, and now it seemed everything had gone awry. Falling sandbags, fights amongst the production crew. Hold on. Teleportation?. Something was off here. He strained his extraordinary senses, but no abnormal energies. Not special effects? What was going on? What should he do? For the time being, it seemed all he could do was remain in his seat and watch. If the situation became clearer, he could always nudge the odd atom this way or that.

Supercape was impressed. Two dimensional form! His mind whirred with the complexities. No mass in that shape either... she was virtually invisible to his special sensory abilities. "My dear that was quite extraordinary! How I would love to know how you do that! Does it hurt? What's it like? Is the parabolic of the extrapolated dimension hyperfolded within an n-dimensional lattice?" "Hmph. Anyway. Yes. Something has been clearly stolen from here. I wonder if the university staff have been complicit?" "Ether way, we have some more investigating to do!" He smiled and winked at her. "Get it? Ether way? No?"

"Why, of course..." started Supercape, reaching into his pocket for the University key, before realising that he didn't have it, and in any case it would be a dead give away as to his identity. "I don't" he mumbled. Blast and damnation I have to be more careful! he reprimanded himself. In any case, it would be interesting to see what this Silhouette lady could do. "Take it away, madam!"

"I think I can manage that" replied Supercape, who had given up hope by that point, and had started his own amateur and ineffective investigation. Truth was, he was simply ignorant in the ways of crimebusting. Atombusting yes, crimebusting no. But he wasn't to late to learn, even from this young lady. Might be good for him, a bit of Sherlock Holmes. In a flash, he reformed his tweed jacket and bow tie into the splendid blue and white shimmering costume of Supercape, and with another moments concentration teleported outside of the chemistry building that he had been intently gazing at. "I'm here!" he continued, down the phone. Rather pleased with himself, this time.

Quentin awoke the next morning with a mild hangover that partially resolved with a big glass of water, an english breakfast, and a liberal dose of paracetamol. Event below par, his mind was keen, and he spent an hour or so in the campus library researching the effects of Zoom. Nasty stuff, he concluded. He was hardly a detective, however, and admitted to himself that investigating crime was not really his thing. The young lady he had met last night probably had more clue than he. He was still rather ashamed of his general behaviour last night, and noted he really hadn't got much of a clue who she was. Perhaps a quick message to her? Apologies for last night. Any leads? I promise I'm quite sober today.

"Certainly, my dear. " replied Supercape, massaging his head and his ribs. He pulled out the phone he used for his costumed identity, and gave her his number. "The Zoom stuff seems a little reckless to me. Hmph. Kids today. Should be studying and reading books. Wasn't like this in my day. " he sniffed. But she was right in one regard. He needed a good nights sleep. "Well, tomorrow then. I'll brush up on my Zoom in the meantime. " and with that, he flew off. Not exactly in a straight line, but it would do.

"Hmph." mumbled Supercape once more. "Who were those rapscallions anyway? I'm not particularly fond of getting run over, particularly by a human being. And my hip hurts. " Pondering the matter slightly, he continued. "I'm a bit new in town, but I have heard of this zoom thing. I'm guessing that's the root cause, so to speak. " He furrowed his brow, and massaged it gently. "This is most perturbing. I really don't want this stuff on the campus. Might interfere with my lec... errr... my e..lectric superpowers. Or something. " he mumbled.