Supercape

GM Huff Puff! There was no question that Robin was getting her cardio in today! The fire escape was, at least, robust and firm. Even several stories up. One would not want to be scared of heights, however, for the grilled metal gave a dizzying view of the hard concrete below. At the top story, the window, made of reinforced glass and alarmed. Not that it wouldn't easily crack under the force of the Justice blaster, or a good old fashioned Justice kick. But still, alarmed. Not that that particularly mattered either, for alarms were already going off inside, and people were evacuating. Most people, that is. The security staff were scrambling to the top floor, where the mysterious figure had arrived, although it sounded - from the commotion - that whilst Justice was making her way up the building (on the outside), he had been making his way down the building (on the inside...)

GM The invisibility, or visibility, was a very neat trick indeed. And yet, now that Pan looked closely, he could see the mushroom men had no eyes. Blind as a bat! "Oh Cruel Gods...." grunted the Fun Guy, standing up from his throne. "These mushroom men cannot see. They can pick up on any tremor beneath their feat, and they can hear very well indeed. But they cannot see" he explained to Oz. "And it is sour irony. I have been driven half mad here, and my saviour is a lunatic...." he said, face anguished at Oz's incoherent babbling. "This is not a lecture hall, wizard! This is the mushroom mountain! These idiot mushrooms have made me king, for my ability, apparently, to tell a joke....and they will not let me go!" "Harrr Harrr....Idiot!" laughed the Mushroom Men, evidently thinking this slur was another excellent joke by the Fun Guy. "Oh mercy!" groaned the Fun Guy, sliding back to his throne again. "Harr...Harrr....Oh Mercy!!!" laughed the Mushroom Men once more. "Careful, mad wizard. These creatures will infect you as they have me!" "Infect!" groaned the mushroom men, who did not laugh at this notion. But determined, yes indeed, determined they were... The twelve of them started stumbling and sliding towards Oz, mushroom arms extended, the pustules and spores of their flesh bristling!

Sense Motive: 1d20+10 13

If it works for you, it works for me!

Im good with all of that. Evasion is a bit of a stretch to my mind, but if it fits in your head, lets go with it!

GM Casualities seem thin, and minor. People stumbled out of buildings belching smoke, coughing. There were cuts and abrasions, screams of panic. Probably a broken bone or two. Some people were unconscious, or at least semi-conscious. But there the streets were not littered with brains and limbs, and blood, whilst present, was not flooding the streets. The explosives, for the most part, had caused more noise and smoke than damage. But on closer examination, one building had been hit very hard, and was on the point of collapse. People were charging out of it in a mad panic, desperate to escape the collapsing bricks and mortar. And this building was a bank.

GM The Crowd screamed and cheered louder than ever as the two lances splintered and sundered. Both Fascimile and Chromium took a nasty hit, but somehow both stayed on their bikes. "ANARCHY!" roared Sir Prize. "ANARCHY!" roared the crowd. "BOOOM!" came the series of explosions across the waterfront. Anarchy indeed. The sound was deafening, and there was dust and rubble and even a little fire. Several explosions had occurred along various buildings up and down the street!

Fax 5 HP - Bruised Chromium 2 HP - Bruised, Dazed (But no knockback) And stuff happens!

GM "Uuuugh......" groaned the Yakuza, throwing up again when he landed. "Haven't you got a better way to travel than that?" he groaned, looking green and yellow. Once had recovered his breath and his spinning head, he talked freely. "OK OK, so I am Yakuza. Or was. The mafia never let us get a hook in Freedom City. We had pretty much stopped operating, given up. Most of us, including me, just went back to normal lives. I pack fish now" he said, without any pride. "About a month ago, this hot shot came over from Japan. Harry Cane. Son of some big Yakuza boss over there. He said he had come to put the Yakuza on the map. Brutal, powerful, smart. Half of us didn't really feel like going back to that life, but Harry Cane didn't care what we thought. He strong armed us into rebvuilding the Yakuza here..." "...thing is, under Harry Cane, we started carving out a big niche in smuggling and extortion. We were winning. Now, the Mob is pulling out all the stops to find Harry Cane and slit his throat!"

OK, I think that is best handled as you both hitting each other with lances! First off, an HP each for being so crazy and fighting eachother! Meaning Fax - 5 HP, Chromium - 2 HP Second off: Toughness Saves: DC 24 for Chromium, DC 30 for Fax! (Damage 9 and Damage 15 each) This is, however, non lethal damage (blunted weapons!) Remember that if you do not have the protection power, you have +3 Toughness from chainmail, so +7 Tough for Fax, and +12 for Chromium (As he already has protection). Knockback if you fail DC by more than five, with that Immovable bonus counting. Even if you don't get knockbacked, ill ask for a driving DC 15 roll to stay on your bike (with +1 bonus per rank of immovable!)

ENVENOMED by Fox I also took the liberty of fixing the final power tally at the bottom of the sheet, which was out of order and erroneously noted 22pp of Saves. Snakebite 16 PP to spend, spending 11 Attributes 4 PP: Increase DEX to 26 Combat As a consequence of DEX increase, Initiative is now +12 Saves Reflex is now +12 (+8 Dex, +4) Feats: 5 PP: Add 5 Ranks of Equipment This is spent on Headquarters: Headquarters: English Country Manor (Location: Outside Canterbury, Kent) Toughness: +10 [1 EP], Size: Large [2 EP], Features: Communications, Computer, Dock, Fire Prevention System, Garage, Grounds, Gym, Hangar, Infirmary, Library, Living Space, Pool, Power System, Security System 3, Stables, Staffed [19 EP] Total Cost 22 EP 3 EP: Alternate HQs Skills 1 PP: Increase Acrobatics to 12 Ranks to make it 12 (+20) As a consequence of Dex increase… Drive is now 4 (+12) Stealth is now 4 (+12) Powers: 1 PP: Replace Low Light Vision with Darkvision Thankyou! EDIT: Noted that has 16 PP to spend in line with PP awards coming after this post. No other changes (should be total of 193/198 PP now)

GM Whilst Sir Prize's face was concealed by his shiny helmet (bar the glint of his eyes), one could almost feel the big grin of approval. He swung his spiked flail around his head three times to signal approval. The crowd of course, loved the show. The police didn't know what to do. This was a public space, right, the beach? What laws were they breaking? Probably some, but breaking it up would require the riot police - and would be a messy business even then. "WELL THEN! LET US SEE HOW HAS THE MOST METTLE! LET...BATTLE...COMMENCE!" roared Sir Prize, slamming the head of the flail down to the sand. The signal for the final joust! The crowd seemed to have grown, and seemed to be even louder. The cheers and screams were almost deafening. There was the smell of engines, alcohol and sweat, and even a little blood, in the air. Even the sea seemed to register its approval, waves rising and falling just a little more impressively than before.

Ok, some brief civil PvP! Play nice Drive rolls and attack rolls from you both, and please feel free to use dirty tactics or something else (and post your revving engines and pointy lances in the IC thread!)

Starshot Starshot examined the ATV carefully, checking its power supply. It looked functional, at least. The fact it was too big for the flyer was unsurprising - expected, even - but he was dissapointed. As a hunter, the ATV was an optional extra. He was just as happy on his boots wading through jungle (although the paying safari customers often preferred its convenience!). But he was out of his comfort zone now. He was ending back in a war. And he didn't like wars. But he was familiar with them. And having every asset he could get his hands on was a good strategy. He clicked open the radio comms on his helmet. "Soreen....what's your status? We are clear here. ATV is intact but like you said, we can't get it on the flyer. We have to drive it out. That may take some time given the distance....if we can get the sensor array back maybe we can plot how long...."

GM The Black Rose had some skill in comedy. Unfortunately, he had it at birth, and immediately it was surgically removed in a radical comedyectomy performed agressively by some existential force that had determined it would do a particularly good job on this occasion. "Bless you! Who is there? Etch who? Knock knock. Etch!" he said in a robotic voice, squeaking the last mangled phrase in a high pitched note of anxiety. He waited to see if the punchline hit. In another strange realm, the Gods of Tumbleweed flexed their divine might, and celestial winds blew over the scene... "Harr.....Hmmmm......what is that mean?" mumbled one of the Mushroom Men. "Oh Gods....just my luck...." moaned the Fun Guy, head in his hands. "Do you mock our Lord of Fun?" mumbled another Mushroom Man, advancing on Lorenzo in a state of agitation and with squishy mushroom hands ready to throttle. "So much for you and your ridiculous joke!" admonished Lorenzo, angry at Pan. "Guys....we might be invisible....but they know where we are...." hissed Penny Coin at them all. "I hope you have some trick up your sleeve for these guys. Like a giant frying pan and some garlic...."

Sgt Shark If they are so peaceful, why are they armed? A precaution? Maybe even a wise precaution. But that still didn't change the fact that they were armed. "That's a big ship" he said, impressed, voice low, rumbling through the depths. He peered closer, spying the light domes. And more armed aliens. The odds didn't look good. Not good at all, if violence errupted. He hoped violence didn't errupt, but if it did, he would rather have the odds on his side than theirs. OK. Maybe that was a lie. He half hoped violence did erupt. He admitted that with a clenched jaw and sharp teeth. "And those are big guns" he added. "If this is a trap, we are walking right into it..." Diplomacy was not his forte. But tactics was. And this was about as bad tactics as you could get.

GM By the time Robin had changed, it seemed the building was in lockdown. The doors sealed shut and the bored security guards were bored no longer. Up above, the figure had quickly carved a hole in the roof and had dropped down it. The faint sounds of screams and panic could be heard. Getting up the building was not so easy. The only thing Robin could see was as an external fire escape which lead up to the top floor; but no further. Getting up to the roof would be a feat of agility and nerves. But of course, smashing a window halfway up would be a lot easier. Although...wasn't that breaking an entering? Whatever the case, the screams were real. So it was time for action!

GM "Sure...sure!" said the Japanese man. Up close, Talon could see he was dressed in a cheap suit, and did indeed have the signs of Yakuza tattoo's up his arms and on his neck. He was clearly frightened, sweating. A slightly short, thinnish kind of man, who had the physique, and possibly the personality, of cobra. His accent was Japanese, although he clearly knew English fluently. "Just don't throw me off the roof or anything" he blustered. "And we better get out of here...before these guys start firing for real. Or worse...they have back up. They weren't bluffing, you know. They are part of the Freedom City Mob, and the mob has some serious muscle!" He looked down over the side of the building. Funny how things looked a lot further when looking down than looking up. "Can you fly or something?" he asked Talon.

Cap Cosmos Money? it seemed plausible. But this was a risky and ineffective way of getting money, surely? Still, he was no criminal. What would Buddy Brand know about how to make a living as a criminal. "Sure, sure. Everybody, remain calm. As a cucumber" he said, trying to reassure everyone around me. "Nobody wants to get shot". "I got my wallet and my watch. But its slim pickings, I'm afraid" he said, apologetically to the leader. If he could keep up the image of slightly ineffectual, passive and reasonable Buddy Brand to the leader, perhaps he could lever something out of him. Or at least, lull him into a false sense of security...

Shark Senses Notice Roll: 1d20+13 27

GM The employee - a rather rotund young woman with well perfumed hair and a clipboard of important things (or so she would profess to anyone questioning her value to the organisation) looked up and squinted. "Robots? No! The Killbots were all taken off line last week" she said as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "Golly! I better call security!" she gasped. There was a slight thrill in her voice. Maybe she would at last prove to be important in stead of her normal job of auditing spreadsheets of audits. Awash with pride for having spotted a potential intruder, she started scurrying off inside the building, her high heels hampering her pace. Up above, Robin could make out the clang and bustle of the figure, who seemed intent on breaking in through the roof!

Cap Cosmos Well, this looks like it was going to be a long day! He wasn't frightened. Bullets would have little effect on him. But other people could shot. Should he really risk their lives just to maintain his secret Identity. It was a terrible conundrum. But, he rationalised to himself (and as when most rationalisation occurred, it was not entirely rational), as long as they didn't start firing, he could wait. "OK OK! Hands up! Don't shoot!" said Buddy, popping his hands and his head over the upturned table. "What do you want? You didn't come here for the champagne and scintillating conversation, I guess?" he said, trying as always to get an angle on what was going on. Maybe somebody was even filming!

The blast is penetrating!

GM "Jokes? Jokes?" grumbled the Black Rose. "I am not known for my sense of humour, Sir!" he said indignantly. "Potions and Balms, Roses and Thorns. Alchemy and Chemistry. NOT jokes!" he said firmly. "Who would have guessed?" retorted Penny Coin, sarcastically. "Do you mock me?" said an even more indignant Lorenzo, his gaseous eyes red, glowering at both Pan and Penny. "A fine tactic!" said Boddyflock, stroking his minute beard. "If the Fun Guy is truly...ah...well....not so Fun!" "Find out for us! We shall hide! We dare not give up the cutstab advantage of stealth!" He whistled a quiet whistle to his four soldiers, and, with surprisingly well drilled speed, they dissapeared from eye and ear. Their tiny size may have rendendered them short of sword, but they were almost undectectable when they wanted to be.

GM Despite the Giant's great height, it was stopped forward, getting ready to destroy the church, grab Voin, or possibly tie its bootlaces (quite what its boot laces were made of, one shudders to think. It looked like cured sheep intestines - and quite probably was). With a little leap (and thanks to her own height) Voin had the opportunity for a massive uppercut, and the skill to execute it! BAM! The Giant went sailing into the air, and, after a moment, reached the peak of his arc, then came down. SMASH! The now unconscious giant splintered trees, crushed rocks, and ground a massive groove in the hill where he lay. The sound could be heard for miles around!