Supercape

"Hmmm... no queen heh?" Quentin scratched his head. "Won't that mean..." he gazed at Bea-trice, not knowing how good the bee's hearing was. "E X T I N C T I O N" he spelt out. "Scary as those things are, biodiversity and all that. And they are actually rather jolly chaps. And chapesses" he added hastily. Damn, I cant even remember if bees have genders... he must be getting old, he concluded. Biology text books seemed so far away. "If that's the case, it would behove one to find the queen as soon as possible!" he deflated "although I suppose you have tried your hardest already. " He gazed at the bee. Fear had turned to sadness. "Rather tragic, really."

Slick got out of the car. He had lived for many years, but this really had him spooked. His father had told him of some of the Nazi occult experiments he had found in WWII.... he shuddered. The motorbike passing by had some mean looking guy on it. Slick needed corroboration. Getting back into his Ferrari, he sped off and drew parallel with the motorbike. "Hey, dude" he yelled, although the air was horribly quiet. "You getting anything strange on the radio?" At that point, both engines started to splutter, and die. The headlights flickered.

"Spiffing!" encouraged Quentin. Not really knowing what else to do, he clapped his hands. He leaned over to Stesha again "Well they certainly seem rather jovial. Can't say I would want to get on the wrong side of them to be honest. Probably good for all the pollen and fertilization and all that. But that's your forte, I would imagine." Friendly as Bea-trice was, he couldn't help but be scared of the immense bee. The raw power and size it had was enough to scare anybody, he imagined. He shuddered again, thinking of what Stesha had said. "Fire breathing you say?"

"Good gracious me!" exclaimed Quentin, visibly shocked. "I've never seen such a thing! An exoskeleton based life form of such magnitude and mass! The energy co-efficient of the wings must be incredible!" Realising he was blabbering again, he stopped himself mid-lecture. "And delighted to meet you to, my apoidean friend!" he exclaimed. "It certainly is a wonderful valley you have here... this...um... beedom valley." He leaned over to Stesha and whispered rather nervously "they don't sting do they?"

GM The weasel bank manager recognised Don almost Immediately, and started applying his "Preferred customer interaction paradigm shifting" workshop course. "Of course, of course, if there is anything I can help you with, I would just like to assure you of our ongoing commitment to high quality service and how much we value your custom and patronage. " This of course, only earned him fierce glares from the ever expanding and sweaty queue. Further grovelling would have to wait, however, as five men in full body armour marched into the Bank. The leader, who appeared to wear heavier armour of silver colouration, fired a blast of pure energy into the ceiling, causing some masonry to tumble to the floor. One poor old lady got hit on the head, fell unconscious, and started bleeding to the screams and shrieks of the customers. "All right then folks. This is a stick up! Don't anybody move. We are only in it for the money!" "Oh dear" mumbled the manager. He hadn't attended his leadership in challenging situations course yet.

Supercape soared through the sky at a leisurely pace, his pace fluttering magnificently behind him. His blue and white costume positively glistened in the air. He had decided a little PR and "standard" superheroics wouldn't go amiss if he was ever to get to grips with his "destiny". So a little patrol in the airways was probably a good idea. And anyway, the weather was hot, the breeze cooling, and... well... sometimes it was just nice to fly! All it needed was the precise manipulation of atomic forces behind him and ahead of him, push and pull, and off he went. It had taken some practice, but now he found it fairly easy. Bother to the science, anyway, today he was just going to enjoy the sensation.

Looks a great character. Grand backstory, to be sure, so it is. I'm not a ref, but two things stand out on first glance. Firstly, the nullify transform, limited to subject of effects seems odd: as nullify could only ever nullify those anyway (unless you are countering I suppose). Secondly, claustrophobia to me is better played as a complication (rule books suggest this), 3pp for a relatively minor penalty after 20 mins seems rather generous. As for suggestions, given 1 rank in those technology feats, I would perhaps consider Eidictic memory or Jack of all trades as an alternative (the feats). I am presuming you are asking for Craft (Electronic) to be used for the artificer feat rather than Craft (Art) or (Structural) - which seems fine to me - wondered if a few ranks in computer may be indicated but that depends on background fluff. Completely poking my nose in, wonder if you might consider awareness (mystic)? I'm not sure exactly how is powers work, but healing powers: drawback, powerloss if cant speak (or rhyme maybe? Finally, the only possible issue with the character you might have - I guess, is lack of mobility, although the artificer feat would work in a push if you could prepare.

Slick sped into the forest in a top range Ferrari. OK, so he perhaps exceeded the speed limit now and again, but only when the traffic was clear. It was midnight, and he had needed to get away from the city for a while. As Felix Fassbinder, he had had a hard days work with the board. He didn't need to do much for the company, but the little he did have to do was generally rough work. The night seemed to have an unnatural chill to it. A shudder washed down his spine. True, he had wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle, but things seemed almost deathly still in the forest. Like he was a bit too far away from the land of the living, so to speak. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and turned on the radio. All he got was some static, with the occasional burst of odd radio stations. Damn, there were some spooky sounds being broadcast. All of a sudden, a woman's voice pierced through the radio "ARISE! ARISE!" He swerved to a stop in the middle of the road, another chill running down his spine.

OOC Thread, should it be needed, for this thread. Mad Dog and Slick get spooked in a forest.

GM At Freedom University, three Archaeology students, Rod, Jane, and Freddy, had been set an assignment. They were not the best of students, but not the worst. However, parties and social activities over the past semester had seen their grades drop. They needed to pick up and pull something out of the bag. As luck would have it, they had stumbled across information what they thought may just be a new Native American burial site in Wharton Forest. So off they had sneaked, hoping for a coup that would see them with straight As for the rest of their undergraduate career. Meanwhile All over Wharton Forest, mobile phone reception started to crackle. Radio communication phased in, then out. People started reporting odd noises. The more neurotic, or some would say astute, started reported they could here whispering, or chanting noises, wind. Some reported nightmares, and shivers down their spines. Maybe the police would have ignored these reports, despite the volume. But many of the concerned citizens reported the same words... "Arise.... Arise..."

OOC Thread for this post. In which Supercape, Victory, Dyne, and Suzaku converge on a bank robbery.

GM It was midday, it was hot, and it was lunchtime. The banks of Freedom City were at their busiest, and both staff and customers were irritable. The air con was on the blink, and they had been having intermittent power failures since 11. The queues were backed up and people had started shouting and complaining. The nervous manager, a middle aged man, balding, sweating, and lacking confidence, had tried to placate the crowd using his "customer engagement in negative circumstances" course, but somehow it didn't translate into real life, and the crowd just hurled abuse at him. Meanwhile Mr Davin Davinport, political advisor to the state, lawyer, right wing campaigner and all-round extremist, had had enough. The country was going to the dogs, godamnit, and someone had to stop the rot. All he needed was enough funds to get his political campaign going. He had found a few disgruntled AEGIS employees, veterans of one fight to many, and too much red tape, who felt the same. They sat in a van outside the bank, donning specialised power armour and checking their plans...

"With your abilities, I am not so sure... I mean, is there anywhere on earth you can't go." He thought quickly "other than lifeless places like the poles, or deserts?" He scratched his chin. "Anyway, I would have thought flora before fauna. Algae, maybe. Keep it simple. Monocellular, even. That's what I remember of ecosystems, been a while since I studied exobiology. Could perhaps hook you up with someone from the university. " "What's the sealife like? equally barren?"

GM "Sterling!" replied Ms. Wells. "You simply must get blend in a little better!" She started to bring out an elegant purse then took a look at Edge. "Yes, well, I am sure you have the means to purchase some suitable tailoring. There so happens to be a formidable tailor just across the street from here. A Mr. Tweed, nonetheless. I suggest you take a look at getting yourself some suitable attire, whilst I attend to the Dimensionobile, and see what needs to be salvaged. "

Superduperwhoopercape: Coffee Break (12) Mysteries Infinite: Under a Crimson Glow (3) In it for the Money (8) Brainiac Brunch (11) Bomb's Away (32) Looking for Trouble (1) Flesh and Bone (12) Slick: Dig for Victory (12) One Pill Makes You Larger (5) Champagne Shenanigans (10) GM: (Posts go to Supercape first [along with NPC posts, to bring him up to 100 posts I think - any left over to slick - who I think is in the 25-50 bracket and probably dosen't need them!) Earth Victoriana: The Brit Machine (40) Dig for Victory (3) In it for the Money (4) Looking for Trouble (1) Champagne Shenanigans NPC: Liebniz Braniac Brunch (2) Vignettes (+1PP for Supercape and Slick I imagine?) The Second Death of Doctor Glow - Supercape Father Figure - Slick Wiki Entry for Supercape (again +1 PP I imagine?) Hey, what a particularly splendid cape!

GM Reason, it seems, was not the Luddites strong point. Talk of economic viability and prosperity, the realities of labour and industrialisation all went straight over their heads. For it was much simpler to trust in slogans and sledgehammers. And, particularly in the case of sledgehammers, it was more satisfying. However, it was clear that the thought of Scotland Yard and imprisonment did have an impact. A few worried mutters about the reality of the situation spread through the mob. The miraculous appearance of a bag of silver and a shapechanging fairy made life even stranger for them. "Wotcha reckon of that, then Bill?" "I reckon me and the mrs. will eat well tonight!" "Its magic!" "The faeries have come to smash the ind'stry!" Their leader was trying to appeal for calm, but between the glamour of silver and the threat of the law, the cause was lost. They were already scrabbling for the money and dispersing. He gave one more look to Cannonade before following them. "Workhouse rally tonight, Gutter Lane... come join us!" And with that, he was off!

Booyah indeed! That does the trick combined with the silver, and the others efforts.

The additional benefit of collapsing a building on Mr. Flames is (hopefully) no oxygen to fuel his fire. Of course collapsing a building is not an exact science, but its a pretty common problem to run out of the sweet 02 in such circumstances. And then, of course, we can pump water into the debris... Damage is always a bonus!

"Very nice" commented Quentin. He arched one eyebrow, "although I'm surprised you don't qualify as a biologist yourself. " He turned to face the less scenic view. "Ah. Not quite so nice. I see what you mean now. Rather desolate and bleak. Still, I suppose it serves as a juxtaposition to the more vibrant lively side to the planet. " He peered more closely. "Looks like something out of Ozymandius...My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" "Rather depressing, really, sorry."

Supercape continued to hover outside the building. Even with four heroes, they seemed to be struggling to take down the fire elemental. By his estimation, the building was already gutted and condemned, and it wouldn't be long before some new fuel was found. Whilst he was thinking he once again shifted a few key atoms around the fire elemental, which bathed the creature in a blue-purple light. He wasn't particularly hopeful the radiation he had unleashed would phase the creature. He damn well hoped it wouldn't feed it. Still, that was science for you. Trial and observation. What it - presumably - did need was oxygen. Water had helped. The four of them were better of attacking its weaknesses rather than flailing around in an undirected way. "Er. Chaps!" He called out to his comrades in arms. "How about popping out of the building? I think we could bring the house down to solve the problem. " He winked, although he doubted anyone could see. With his other eye, he started scanning the remaining structure of the building and the roof.

Goodo, that clears things up. In which case... Free Action: Speaking / Yelling Move Action: None (Hovering!) Standard Action: For this round, a straightforward Perception Range Rad Blast. Lets make it a nice shade of blue! However, I do have a broader plan in mind as per IC!

I'll wait for Grims reroll before posting the reply! Loving this so far!

I have lost track of initiative here to be honest: Is supercape up next? could someone enlighten me as to order?

Technology Roll: Its "alien" stuff which raises DC, but the flip side is its not to hard to see it is highly unlikely to be in working condition at the moment! However, it is not broken beyond repair. You guess some time in a workshop would put it back together again. Diplomacy roll: Not enough.

GM "That's the spirit Comrade. Its contraptions like this blasted thing here..." he pointed his finger at the sorry looking contraption that had taken the heroes to this dimension "...that are robbin' us common folk of honest livin'" He paused, his eyes glazing over slightly. Whilst he was clearly the most eloquent of the mob, it was plainly the case that he was still not a particularly open minded individual, and his prose was derived concocted from memorised slogans and speeches rather than his own creativity. "Whilst we broadly support 'is madjesty and the glorious british empire and 'er faithful colonies, 'pon which the sun never sets..." he looked around at the mob who nodded approvingly. "We do 'ereby protest in the most forceful" and here the mob grinned and hefted their sledgehammers "of manners to the widespread and in'dscrimnate use of mechanics and associated contraptions and devices, whereby they notwithstanding are pale im'tations of human artisanry, and thereby and wherewithall are deprivin of honest livin and abject poverty and thuslike and soforth etceterah etceterah..." He smiled at Cannonade. "What say you, comrade?"