Supercape

And his first notice check 1d20+10=29

Elsewhere The four men were sweaty with nerves despite there experience. In the middle of the night, their accomplice had passed by them in a high speed boat, and they had scooped up the luggage they were now inspecting. Submachine Guns, Pistols, and Kevlar Shirts provided the basics. However, the real prize was several bricks of C4 explosive. After stripping and checking their equipment, and rigging the C4, the men loaded the submachine guns and explosives into unobtrusive sports bags. The plan was simple: the Fantastico was loaded with what was probably millions of dollars worth of personal items in the ship safe. Load up the C4 in the bowels of the ship, and order the captain to release the goods or the ship would be sunk...

Solo Thread, where Supercape fights some pirates (modern ones, not the eye patch and parrot thing...)

Professor Quentin Quill sat on the deck of the enormous passenger liner, Fantastico sailing into Freedom City. He was here to start a new life. All of his worldly belongings were stored below. He had deliberately not chosen much, a mixture of practical items such as clothes, and some sentimental items. He didn't particularly want to cling on to his previous life, so was ruthless sorting out his possessions. On the other hand, he wanted to keep want truly meant something, so amongst his baggage were knick knacks, photo's and souvenir's of his past - things that really defined his history. Perhaps his most sentimental item, his mother's piano, would be shipped over later. He could hardly play, but it reminded him of her. It was expensive, but he was not poor and in this case, it was worth it. Professor Quill was wearing a blazer, shirt, and slacks, and wore some small sunglasses against. It was still early morning, but the sun was shining bright. Yes, a new home awaited at Freedom City, an new job at Freedom University. He looked overboard, at the sea churning below. With a momentary furrow of his bow, a tiny flash of light appeared under the surface of the ocean. And, perhaps, a new life as a hero. He didn't relish the thought particularly, but given his power, a heroic life was perhaps required.

Slick pulled out the empty vial. "Only this" she replied. ""Something odd I can smell, but I can't quite place what it is. Perhaps a labloratory could give it the once over, but it's going to take time. " She drew out the cigarette case. "Not much on this. The picture on the packet is interesting, a delta sign, representing change. Very droll." She gazed at the wreckage beside them, and the bruised and battered man by her feet. "Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure we have the luxury of time." She brought her gaze back up to the ruined apartment. "I didn't exactly go through it with a fine tooth comb. There may be more stuff up there. I'm not exactly a forensics expert, however. "

Slick Peered at the bruised and battered body. "He isn't looking to well. May need a hospital. " She knelt down, examining the man. "What the hell happened here? We could do with a few questions answered from this guy." she said, talking to herself as well as the two heroes standing by. She waved to Dragonfly, with a wink. "New body!" she called out. Of course, the streams of oily exudate that streaked over her body were a bit of a giveaway. Turning to Cannonade, she extended an oily hand. "Hi, the name's Slick, as you probably heard..."

"I have Indeed! Here it comes!" This time, Slick was determined, no matter the cost. She jumped through the Giants legs, upturning the bucket as she did so. A trail of greasy, oily liquid streaked out, this time right over the Giant's feet. No shoes to soak that mess up. She smiled. Well, time to see if the Giant was as nimble as he was strong. He didn't look that nimble... it was probably his erratic staggering that had kept the trio from any semblance of accuracy for the past minute. Rolling to her feet and discarding the bucket, Slick took a moment to observe the giant...

1d20+7=9 Fer cryin out loud. This is keystone cops version of superheroes! HP this time 1d10+17=18 Lordy, as low as possible. If this was pen and paper, I would be suspecting a loaded dice! Well, it should be enough to slosh him... I have taken the liberty of saying that hits (I hope)...

"Slick by Name, Slick by Nature!" yelled Slick, and leapt from the apartment to the feet of the staggering giant. Staggering was precisely the problem, however, as he danced like a drunken man searching for his balance. With his size, every slight reshuffling of his feet was magnifies sevenfold. This was actually harder than she had anticipated. One misstep, and she would be kicked like a football. She kept her distance, and gave an experimental slosh at the feet of the giant, but it was nowhere near. She would have to get closer...

I think I will save them! Question: Does this mean I loose the bucket (it misses), or I just cant get to the feet?

Take it away, VC OP: I'll let you confirm your above action before resolving it...

Lordy, 6 Bruises... Anyway, Slick is gonna.. well, sliiiiiick I have no idea what this entails but Move---- Leap to feet of giant Standard---- Pour oil I'll make an attack roll 1d20+7=11 pfft!

Strong as Slick was, she wasn't relishing this fight. The giant was just too damn strong, and whilst he was standing, to damn dangerous. What was going on? She had no wish to hurt an innocent. Although precisely how innocent he was had yet to be determined. Hmmm. Whilst he was standing. The bigger they come, the harder they fall... Guided by smell as much as vision, she looked around in the apartment. Olive oil, floor cleaner, bucket. That should do. Sloshing it all in, and taking some pepper as an afterthought, she went back to the apartment's gaping hole, armed with a bucket full of extremely slippery lubricant. Heck, she even squeezed a small amount of her own petrochemical excretion in, for good luck. Given time, she would have created more, but time was a luxury she didn't have...

Yes. Right. Slick is up next. Hmmm..... Yes.... Right..... OK. Gonna be looking round the appartment. I figure Mr. Giant isn't going to be Mr. Smart. Looking for oil (cooking), chilli powder (or something like that), or, if nothing like that, seeing if there is any cabling / wire from the wreckage I can strip out. I.e. I want to get this guy on his backside!

Technically, before Supercape just did his post. I slipped up, sorry. It is probably academic at this point however. After Guardian, Sparky would be doing his "throw em together" thing...

GM The stairs continued to waft down music and smells. Above the heavy beat of the music came the same voice again, an Irish accent. He was clearly getting angry, and between his fury and the blast of music speakers, it was difficult to make out exactly what he was spitting out. But it didn't sound too pleasant for the newly relocated thug who had just departed this plane of existence. He finished off with a "Fercryinoutload. Boots, AK, lets sort this out. Leave the rest here. I'm gonna beat the hell out of that goodfernuthin skank head."

Ah, didn't see you had critted!

Slick took up the vial carefully. It looked unfamiliar, as did the triangle. Her skin, laced with olfactory receptors of the most refined type, tingled. She could smell anything, but didn't use her nose. Instead, her whole body was acutely sensitive to odours of any type. This... Well, the antiseptic was there, for certain. And something else, something she couldn't place. Possibly organic, but that was pretty speculative. Well, unless someone was playing a game of deception, and playing it well, Mr. Bigboots outside had taken a swish of this (or injected it), and was now the titan outside. Helpful? maybe, but it didn't help with how to stop Mr B. Boots esq. running rampage across the city. Unless the fact that he wasn't going to die of an infected vein was of much help.

Actually, my bad, we left Guardian out of this round. VC: You are up with Guardian.

That's very cool. Therefore its legitimate!

Supercape "Now! Throw them together! And take cover if you can!" For the sake of theatrics more than anything else, Supercape tried another sizzling sprinkle of radiation on the negative Liebniz, but he may as well have been attacking it with air freshener for all the good it was doing. Never mind, hopefully the collision of the two Liebniz' would work. Mentally, he squeezed all he could into his protective forcefield, anticipating the blast. And crossed his fingers...

GM Enraged, the pulsating man clumsily swung its giant fist at Guardian. It was clumsy, but powerful. A more direct hit may have even hurt Guardian, but power is nothing without control. It's fist glanced off Guardian's nigh - impenetrable form. For all its incandescent power, the man was not blessed with the intellect of the original Liebniz, fortunately. Engrossed at it was with Guardian, it paid scant or no attention the glowing lattice of energy holding his mirror image that Sparksmith had transported to the laboratory...

No worries, and well rolled! Supercape will try for a radiation attack. Automatic Hit (Perception range), DC 25 1d20+14=33 One day, one of my characters will actually bruise something! Also, using Extra Effort to boost his force field +2...

Making a quick look around, not quite a search, more of a scan... Rolling a notice roll in case it is pertinent: 1d20+5=23 (If its a search, you can nip off -2 to that) S(he) has acute and accurate olfactory senses so anything that smells important? (or looks important too - s(he) still has eyes!)

He is a minion: I think normally minions do get save throws (its just if they fail them, they get the worst possible result). However, in this case, given circumstances, I'm not going to roll vs a DC 17! VWORP! Post away IC, with whatever descriptor you fancy. Your choice if you want the shotgun sucked in too.