Supercape

Initiative: 1d20+15 30Init Notice: 1d20+13 24

Sgt Shark Sgt Shark felt his senses spark, and the smell of danger hit his nose. The ship was falling, or disintegrating, or collapsing. Quite possibly doing all three. As sturdy as he was, he wasn't armour plated or invulnerable like Sea Devil or Asad. And sometimes, one had to beat a hasty retreat. With a flick of his mighty limbs and an eel-like agility, he whipped through the churning waters and out of one of the port holes. "Get out! Or Get crushed!" he yelled - to everyone, really. Unless Asad could somehow throw the whole thing to the moon. Possibly, he could.

Reflex vs Area: 1d20+10 22 Tough Save: 1d20+10 17 I think thats a bruise given he made the Reflex Save.

Mr Murk Mr Murk nodded, solemnly. "Would I choose Immortals first?" he posed the question to them both. "I think not. But that is no easy question to answer. Unfortunately, the world is full of questions that are not easy to answer, and yet answer them we must. What then, do you mean by your question?" "This is no secret society to better the advancement of one at the expense of the others. History is littered with groups that have banded together in secret, out of fear of persecution. From the Jews of antiquity to the secretive gay clubs of but a few decades back. It is true that with such grouping their is the risk of preferential treatment. I see no solution to that, for we must all choose how we act" "But as for accountability, I note your concern. Who watches the watchmen? The only defence, as I see it, is the law. In this case, the Codus Immortus" "But you must be quite clear. Members are not here to protect eachother, or at least, are not obliged to in the slightest. They are only required to protect each other from the worst torments that only Immortals could suffer" he said. "This is no Mason's club" he said, distastefully. "Even if you do not sign, and I would put upon you no pressure to do so, I would still choose to protect you from Promethean torment, even if I would not be obliged to" He paused and studied Grimalkin closely. "You are concerned, I think, that we are a cabal..."

You can treat that as automatic for this device and your skill.

Just got reminded the Big Cultist is already unconscious! So going for the Illusion Creator

Sorry for letting this drown in the sea of my life! @Exaccusdo you want to respond to Voin or shall we press on?

GM There was the slight raise of an eyebrow, but Uplift said nothing. Instead, he slowly walked down some gleaning stairs to them, almost silent, very agile. "A number of fields, as you summise" he said, cool. It was not a warm voice, but it had no deathly chill to it either. Uplift came across as measured, intelligent, and driven. But not driven by furious emotion, but by...something else. Philosophy, perhaps. "It has been some...time. But I believe I recognise you as Doctor Archeville" he said. "I never forget a face" "I never forget anything" he added, the slightest spice of vanity in his voice. "Not any more". He studied them carefully. "What have you learned so far, then?" he asked.

Starshot "I agree. This will need patience, but we must not delay too long" Too many battles lost from the rush of war. And too many lost from the stasis of caution. How delicate a line to tread betwixt the two! "In any case, we need to find out what we are dealing with first and formost" he concluded. "Then devise strategy. Im inclined to think cutting off their communications would be a good idea. If they can call in space ship support we are done for". "Lets scout then. On foot would be best. See what it happening on these settlements. All we need to do is get there....If the Xeno and the ATV is out of action, then I think we shall have to use the Pirate Flyer, but do a lot of boot-work..."

That will be underwater as thats where he is sinking...is that ok? (I will guess so?)

Er...yes! Of course! Which also means you are up, @Avenger Assembled

GM "The risk is always going to be massive" countered Diamondlight. And he didn't mind. Risk was a like a drug, and he was hooked. But one had to play risk, like a maestro played a violin. "But lets be clear. We aren't here to fight, or even grind horns. This is bait, to find out whats going on. Pure and simple. Its...intelligence gathering...." he summised. He wasn't exactly a spy, but he wasn't far from it either. "If you cant fit in the suit, then you will either have to wait outside, or come up with some appropriate black tie attire" he said, wondering, with some amusement, what she would choose...

Sgt Shark Bagpipes? Who the hell plays Bagpipes at a time like this? Wait...who the hell plays Bagpipes at all? Of course, he was a military man, and the United Kingdom Armed Forces had a little thing for Bagpipes. He didn't. Awful wailing horrible things! And since his transformation, the squaling pitches and wails only assailed his heightened senses even more. And what was that chant? Damn Gaelic! At least everyone seemed safe, or safe-ish, for now. But what had caused this horror? Surely not the bagpipes? Like a man lost in the woods, blind and disorientated, he started to stumble towards the origin of the sound...

GM "Its set right. She's good, A...Ah...." he curdled off his own blabbering tongue and got angry with himself. Of course, when people got angry with themselves, really, they just ended up getting angry with everyone. He pointed a big fist with some patchwork armour (that included a nasty spike) at Justice. "Its just set right ok. Put it down, set timer, we go. BOOOM!" he said, getting more angry. Even the dull of wit catch on eventually. "You are stalling!" he accused.

UNless you can make an INT check DC 1 million, no! (I appreciate your PCs are super smart, but in this case, you know nuthin!)

Cap Cosmos This was no time to rush things. "Wait" he said firmly. "As long as people arent shooting, we arent in a rush. "Tricia, you aren't stupid, and you aren't stupid enough to think I'm stupid either" he said, cuttingly. "You can see there is more to this than meets the eye. He floated up to meet her. At the edge of his brain, he felt the chaotic pressure he had been under. Doubt started to ooze throughout his mind, but, with the veil of certainty draped over him after years in front of the camera, he kept still. "You didn't answer my question. What have you got in your pockets?"

GM In response to Doctor Archevilles question, a monkey stuck out his tongue. "No licky!" His tongue was still in one piece, but had a few flash-burn scars on it. As Doctor Archeville suspected, it was hardly lethal, but wouldn't want to lick it. Slightly above them, the metal parted, the door sliding open. It was seamless and soundless, and most elegant. And through the door strode an elegant man. He was dressed in a figure hugging grey suit that seemed half-scientific laboratory gear, half-elegant evening wear, and half-spandex superhero costume. One would of course not that this did not add up, but somehow he pulled it off. He had short cut hair, and, although somewhat short, had a lean muscular frame that looked full of power. "I Greet you" he said, without threat or, to be honest, particular welcome. "My name is Uplift" he said, smooth voice, unremarkable volume, unremarkable pace, and with a bland but well elocuted accent. Possibly it had the slightest North American twang. Possibly not. "And you are?"

Mr Murk They were good questions, without good answers, although that was not for lack of contemplation. Centuries of contemplation and study. Murks greatest challenge was how to succinctly collapse all that thought into a few words. "No" Was his best response. "We are not, we don't police ourselves. We offer sanctuary. We offer a line of defence against promethean torment should the world be uncaring or malign. That is all....well, nearly all. There are contingencies for extreme circumstances, when Immortals must go to war against most terrible threats. But that would require the entire community to act in agreement, and it has not done so to date" The Unspeakable One. Collapse. Vanity. The Red Net. King Cauldron. Uplift....If such things come to pass, and in some way they will, perhaps we will need such terrible will. "As for the undead. I am not sure. There are many...flavours" he said, chewing his lip. "I am not entirely sure what undead are....but we have let some in. The ones that are more...ah...human. I am not sure a mindless zombie qualifies...."

Thats another hit on the Scarab Tough Roll: 1d20+12 19 and thats enough to give the Scarab a Bruise, and a Daze! He is also knocked backed into the sea, and sinking!

Ronin Ink Captain Cosmos Glitter and Gold Mr Murk (Titanium. Posts -> Nightlife) Codus Immortus: Grimalkin Starshot (Titanium. Posts -> Lament) Crash On Volturnus Lord Steam (Titanium. Posts -> Snakebite) Between A Rock And The Deep Blue Sea Sgt Shark Something Fishy Defenders of the Deep Diamondlight The Cretan Connection GM Hong Kong Go Better Thinking In The Lost World Armor Leg Only 7 GM posts (RL is hell), so just give each active PC (Nightlife, Cap Cosmos, Echohead, Snakebite, Curveball, Diamondlight, Ronin, Lament, Sgt Shark) a PP please

Ronin Curtis felt the shells click into place in his gun, felt the sliding mechanisms adjust. It felt cool, no doubt, but somehow bullets weren't getting him anywhere and sometimes you just wanted to kick someone in the face. When you gut frustrated, it felt much better. No doubt his Karate teachers would admonish him for such base instinct, but hey, they weren't here. And this was the streets of Bedlam. He spun forward, giving a quick feint and then turning his back, launching a powerful reverse kick at one of the cultists! Felt good, too...

GM The Energy Blast glinted over the Hornets Green Armour, glistening for a fraction of a section, the light refracting into a wonderful Kalidescope. But it was too much! There was a cracking, splintering sound as his armour failed, and then, in a remarkable display of force and power, he was flung across the docks of Hong Kong in a most peculiar and unpredictable direction. Surely that was due to metaparabolic energy hyperdispersion! (one would think, if one was an expert in crystaline energy / force quantum mechanics!) SPLASH! It was hard to tell if the Hornet was conscious or unconsious when he hit the water, but he was certainly sinking fast...

Apologies for delay. I have a tiny amount of time / headspace now. Going to move and try a Kung-Fu Kick on the big cultist. Just for a change! Kung Fu Kick: 1d20+14 23 I imagine that hits, but its only a DC 19 Tough Save. Still, looks cool and thats the important thing!

I have been away. And I will be away! To be more precise, due to work issues, book deadlines, and to a lesser extent, family issues, I dont have the brains to post more than minimally right now. I anticipate that things will even out in two months or so, but really, who knows? Im going to try and prioritise group threads. And, to be honest, player posts are easier than GMs. So I am not gone completely, its just I dont have the head space to post right now with everything else going on!

GM "Fairs Fair!" agreed the monkeys. The sentiment about working together seemed to go down well. A few hoots and clapped hands indicated so. "Gruur IS Lord Uplift!" they clarified. Monkey slang clearly was a confusing thing. Even to monkeys. "Walls strong! Magic Metal Made by Lord Uplift!" "Grruurrrrr!" Closer up, Delta and Doktor Archeville could see what Delta's sensors had picked up. A shiny metal without a glint. To touch, it was almost frictionless. And it had a mild static charge. Not enough to cause more than a slight zing, but it would fry insects and even more conveniently, repel dirt. Shiny indeed! Almost silently, the front doors glided open via a smooth sliding mechanism. "What have we here? Welcome. Dinner is served...." It came from inside, through speakers, a confident, measured, slow, and well elocuted male voice.