Supercape

Craft (Electronic) ?

GM "Holy Cupcakes!" gasped Brock over the wireless, using his own communicator. "I mean, I'm coming down...right now! I mean...ah...you know CPR, Right?" he asked. As it happened, all W.E.S.T operatives were trained in basic first aid and field medicine. Being trained in it, and actually doing it were different things, however. The laboratory itself was a mess. Bones had gone to town mixing chemicals, doing genetic modifications, and it had rather pillaged the whole laboratory in its quest. But the AI was not physically based here. At least, not any longer. The computer systems were empty, and there was only one place it could have gone. But that place was very big indeed. Bones had downloaded itself through, and into, the Internet!

GM As the killbots came on line, the quick thinking Justice took a good long look at the systems they were connected to. "KILL!" squarked one of the robots, aiming a Multi-Meson Manipulator Magneticannon at Justice. Mmmm.... Was the sound it made. And yet no florid burst of exotic particles slammed through the air. The weapon attached to its arm was non-functional. The power system was all linked together, and in a magnificently haywire cobweb fashion. The whole thing was ripe for overloading! A chaotic prospect, yes, but a surge of power would surely fry all the killbots it was connected to!

Sounds good!

GM The Hornet spun in the water, a dizzying feat of unintended acrobatics. He landed elegantly, the water dripping from his emerald armour. And he looked up.... WIth the flick of his wrist, a little puff of gas, and a buzzing dart skimmed through the air towards Tsunami... "Now you will feel the sting of the Hornet!" he said, soft but firm. And then, he backflipped four dozen yards behind another warehouse, his emerald form glinting under the starlight until he dissapeared from view...

Ok, sorry for delay! Work and health... The new blast misses, and the homing blast hits! Tough Save vs Water Blast: 1d20+12 28 He gets a bruise. The hornet will respond with his own homing dart! Homing Dart: 1d20+12 23 which I think hits, and is a Fort Based DC 22 Paralyse effect. (Thats a Tsunami!) And then leap 50' Away behind a building. Now you cant see him but of course you can move to do so!

GM As it happened, Sgt Shark was more than happy to eat raw fish. It was just that most people didn't share his palate. Certainly not when it came to eating live fish. He quite relished the opportunity to eat it right now, in front of her. He took the fish in his clawed hand, and bit right into it, tearing off almost a half of it straight away. He felt the flesh, the juices, in his mouth and dribble slightly down his chin. "Very nice" he said. In his mouth, the flavours swirled up into his nasal cavity, without impediment from his plugs. "But I think cooking is an idea..." He also enjoyed cooked foods. He was hardly an expert cook, although he was trying to learn. His hyperacute olfactory senses had opened up a whole new world of flavours, herbs, and spices!

Cap Cosmos And so, the first chink in the facade was apparent. "Nobody gets hurt. Sounds like a good deal to me" he said to the leader. He looked up to the other gunmen. "No good having money if you aren't alive to spend it" he commented. He took a relaxed, easy posture and turned back to the lead gunman who was clearly having second thoughts. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, simply. "I can't just walk away. Not when bullets are on the menu. But I do want to get us all out of this jam, and hopefully have a word with your employer..."

GM The tubes and umblical veins that connected the researcher to the sludge seemed to keep her alive in that they fed her, watered her, and even passed her oxygenated bolld. It seemed they could be removed without harm - or, more accurately, minimal harm. Maybe some blood and bruising. But no more. However, the researcher seemed quite out of it. Perhaps she was drugged, or shocked, or just shut down physiologically. There really was no way of knowing - and she seemed quite unrousable. "Don't! Without my experiments, she will die in at least fifty years time!" squarked Bones.

A rubbish medicine check, but a good Life Sciences check!

Sgt Shark At least she is armour so I dont have to see the horror beneath! ....nor smell the full delight of her smell! Curse me! "Freinds?...oh yes, freinds..." he said, trying to focus his brain to the mamallian parts. "Yes, I have friends. Freinds. Freinds I have. Did I say I have friends? I have freinds... He jammed his nostril plugs up tighter and refocssued again. "Please, ah...come in...." he said. It was a pleasant enough house. The Sergeant was not short of money, although he was not rich either. He had a nice converted shower and bath of huge proportions to wet his skin in, but otherwise it was a fairly unremarkable house. "I am not sure we need any help right now. But you are welcome. And...what is that you are holding?" Normally he would have smelled the fish a mile away. But he had taken precautions against smelling anything.

Sgt Shark "Sea Devil?" This was serious. Of all the threats he had faced, none were so utterly terrifying as Sea Devil. He had had some time to plan his strategy, and he had devised a cunning strategem to counter the threat. That was tactics for you. He opened the door, dressed in a dressing gown and slippers, a copy of the Times under one arm, and two enormous pink nose plugs, greasy and perfumed, stuck up each nostril. "Good to see you hear. What brings to to London?" he asked the armoured fiend. Gods I can even smell her through this...he cursed as his brain started to alight with primal passions.

If you are going into combat, then yes, otherwise we can play this out!

GM The Sludge had a rather crisp toughness to it, like that of a crustacean or insect. One could not quite say that Replica tore through it like paper, but it was not far wrong. Replica tore through it like cardboard. It was not difficult, and she could throw aside various bits of meat as she did so, some stuck together and some entwined with bits of bone or exoskeleton. The sludge quivered, and released a cloud of noxious gas, but this was of no consequence to Replica. "You are not meat! You are metal!" squarked Bones. Or more accurately, the small camera probe inside the sludge that was busy taking samples and shining a light on the horrific mess. Fortunately, coated in slime, one of the researchers could be found in the centre, amazingly still alive! Her breathing was shallow and she appeared quite unconscious. Several suckers and umbliical cords connected her to the main sludge, serving some peculiar life sustaining function.

Mr Murk Mr Murk said listening, both kind and attentive. He loved people's stories. And many of them were sad. Like, in some ways, his own. Blind his eyes, yet the tears still fell. "I do it by weeping" he said, quietly, softly, his face so still, yet his eyes doing the expression. "Of course, I do not see the physical decay of bodies. Perhaps I am blessed to miss that. But I sense the failings of mortals as they come to an end all the same..." He let the moment linger. "But there are other ramifications too, beyond that of our peculiar suffering. If an immortal is to live for ever, then it is only a matter of when, not if, he acts in reprehensible fashion. Equally, it is only a matter of when, not if, a reprehensible character acts heroically. Thus, can we consign an immortal to death under any circumstance? The loss of infinite years, and the assurity of redemption at some point...."

Diamondlight Feeling somewhat reassured that he wasn't going to get splattered by some cosmic beam, or punched in the face, Diamondlight relaxed and tuned out his powers. He went to study the news clippings, soaking up all the jigsaw of information on them. "I take your point" he said. "Switzerland hasn't exactly been rife with superheroes. Or supervillains, for that matter, unless you count the bankers..." he quipped, stroking his chin as he contemplated both the words and the images. "But what are you saying? Is there some politico-social drift? Or some strange influence on the area. Something in the water, so to speak..." He turned to face the woman again. "No...I think you are talking about some conspiracy aren't you?" he asked. "But who are the conspirators, and what possible motive could they have?"

Take care Tarra! And in other news, work has been extremely busy for a variety of reasons, and also very taxing emotionally and mentally (more than its normal level of taxing). In addition, I have had some grumbling infection that has put me on antibiotics. Sum total = total wash out. Ill try to make a few posts but going to be v slow for a couple of days at best, until the weekend crawls to the rescue, and I am feeling a little less ill!

Sorry, thats a little bit low! Grow in dark, damp places, can be poisonous - regular knowledge!

GM "Hmph? So you need my help now, do you? You seek the advice and wisdom of the master of floral and fungal thaumobotany? Now you need me?" He paused a moment, to consider his options. Unfortunately, such considerations were overriden by the major factor at play. His ego. "Perhaps if you were to apologise for your past behaviour, and plead, and grovel at my feet. Then I will consider your entreat!" he said, proudly, full of opportunistic gloat. "Yes! And, now that I consider the matter, it seems my boots are rather dirty, and I have heard that your tongue is very clean!" he said, offering out his left boot, which was hardly dirty (it was in fact very shiny) but it was still a boot. And meanwhile, the Fungus started spreading!

There are nine left. Thats a good search roll, could you also give me a knowlede [Technology] one to supplement it?

GM "My analysis is perfect" replied the robot camera, which was, presumably, the "Bones" AI talking remotely. "I have considered all the data. Meat dies. My mission is to stop meat dying. Therefore, I must ensure that Meat does not die by, as quickly as possible, ensuring biological immortality. This is a relative concept, but I must ensure maximum life" it stated. "Compliance or Non-compliance is essentially irrelevant. What use is eliminating a cancer? Or repairing a heart? This will gain scant few years, and the meat will die. Such techniques have minimal impact. Whether they shut me down or not is irrelevant. I must perform my task..." It paused a moment. "For instance, I have currently created this meat which is, in many ways, like a cancer. It is immortal. Soon, it will fuse with the human inside this carcass and grant her immortaility. Mission successful!"

I dont think the robot is really suscetible to diplomacy one way or another! That doesn't mean you cant tease out some more talk!

GM "He's my conscious" replied Buddy, gravely. "I can't stand by and let someone get killed, you know that, right?" Captain Cosmos was hardly a household name. He had only just made it onto AEGIS' file, so the gunman surely didn't know that Captain Cosmos didn't let bystanders get killed by thugs. On the other hand, the gunman had lumped Buddy in with every other cape, and (nearly) every other cape would say the same thing - or thereabouts. "I want to sleep at night, without having nightmares about what I let happen..." He paused a bit. "I don't want anyone to die. I'm going to do my best to not let anyone die..." It was a mantra to himself aswell as an explanation to the gunmen. "...so we all got to figure out a way for nobody to die. To get out of this with our hearts beating and our heads still attached to our shoulders. You got a way out of this mess where we can all do that?" he asked the Gunman.