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Cap Cosmos "No, I don't" replied Buddy. "I got some, but its way off your...ah....request" he said, carefully. "I don't expect you will let me go, but I kind of guess...kind of hope, you won't shoot me either. Not really in your interest to kill me for no good reason" Surely they weren't that stupid? He had reported enough to know nobody killed if it wasn't out of rage or for a purpose. And he couldn't see what the hell purpose shooting him would serve. Maybe to show they were serious? "But you got to get out of here at the end of the day, right?" he asked. "I'm guessing you have some plan for that. But it probably involves a bit of negotiation. You probably want the world to see exactly whats going on here, and you got to play your chips carefully?"

Diplomacy: 1d20+10 16

it does indeed. Tough Save: 1d20+7 24. He is down! (KOd or burnt or sliced or cutstabbed depending on your preference!)

Nobody panic! Nobody is dead! However, the building is about to collapse, and its a 250 Ton building to hold up / in place as is (always open to other solutions!) also DC 15 Medicine roll to triage the people lying down, if you wish. Also, an HP each for rushing into a collapsing building! Fax - Bruised - 6 HP Chromium - Bruised - 3 HP

GM The bank had people tumbling out of it, and in worse shape than elsewhere. The other explosions were merely distractions for this event, it seemed. People here had bleeding heads and broken bones. Possibly worse, inside. And inside it was dusty. One could barely see, and barely breathe (if, of course, one needed to breathe). Masonry was falling from the walls and ceiling at alarming speed, and the very building creaked and groaned. It would surely be minutes, maybe seconds, before the entire building collapsed. On the floor, Chromium and Fascimile could see five people on the ground, either moving very little, or not moving at all...

GM Dreadnought smashed the Giant heartily, and sent him flying a few feet, the force sending rumbles through the green valleys. Klara's fist again smashed, knocking the Giant back a step or two, seeing stars. Yes sir, there was an awful lot of smashing going on! "SMASH!" yelled the giants, almost in unison. This was not some form of telepathy or mind synchronicity. No, they just seemed to all have one default tactic. And they stuck to it. In fairness, it probably worked against most puny mortals. This was another matter, of course, but their skulls were thick and it took some time for the reality of the situation to permeate through them into their brains. And Smash they did. One giant stepped on Klara, one giant stepped on Dreadnought!

Klara is shaken 1 round. Her attack, however, still hits! DC 25 Toughness save: Tough Save: 1d20+12 26 Giant makes it. Dreadnought is also shaken 1 round, meaning attack roll is at -2: a total of 11. However, as you say, the Giant is prone, so +4 for a total of 15 which does in fact hit. Tough Save: 1d20+12 29 vs DC 37 is bruised and dazed. Incredibly, not KOd! So two giants can act this round, and, predictably and slowly they will do exactly the same as before! Demoralise fast: 2#1d20+8 13 25 for Dread and Klara respectively. Then, SMASH (Again!) Smash: 2#1d20+4 16 21 I think that hits both (as Dreadnought all out power attacked), so another Toughness save DC 27!

Edit made! Pan is up!

GM The landscape parted as dreadnought charged, a tremulous furrow cut into the earth. Then, came the blistering CRUNCH! of impact. The giants new how to fight, clearly. They were riddled with battle scars and the stigmata of brutal combat. But at that size, they presented a relatively easy target. The Giant flipped in mid air, and landed on his face a dozen feet away. "OW!" he grumbled as he spat out a tooth. The other two giants were bold and fearless, even facing such titans as were before them. BAM! BAM! Giant man-sized fists slammed into the earth. Giant feet crunched into the soil. Both furious, both determined to stamp the insect-heroes beneath them!

That hits! Tough Save: 1d20+12 23 a better roll, but still fails by 12, so dazed and staggered. It is also knocked back a few feet (10 to be precise. Thats giants for you...-18 Knockback!) In response, the two non-hit giants will smash Voin and Dreadnought each. First off; demoralising as a move action -5: Intimidate / Startle: 2#1d20+8 23 19 so beat that (23 for Voin, 19 for dreadnought) with Will/sense motive/intimidate. Then, the smash attacks: Smashy: 2#1d20+4 11 19 i believe Dreadnought catches a blow, for a DC 27 Tough save. Round 2 23 - Voin - Unharmed - 2 HP 20 - Dreadnought - Unharmed - 1 HP 0 - Giants [1,2] - Unharmed 0 - Giant [3] - Staggered

Apologies, didnt realise it was an area effect! That incinerates half the mushroom men, who are down to six! Unfortunately, it also catches the Fun Guy due to Ozwalds frazzled brain, he, however, has enough defence to dodge the fire. Still, it is antagonistic, and a complication, meaning Ozwald is at : Oz - Unharmed - WIS 4 (Will +7) - 2 HP Edit to IC upcoming

GM Even with the alarms blaring and the people screaming, it was not hard to navigate towards the sound. Whatever else, the mysterious figure was not subtle. He was arguably even clumsy. Driven by determination, absent of guile. Robin past one security out cold, and probably injured given the bruising and swelling on his cheek. She had her taser in his hand, but had clearly been struck before discharging it. She looked like she was breathing and alive, at least. Down one flight of stairs, Robin caught sight to the figure. He was holding up another security guard by the neck, with one arm, dangling him a foot off the ground. It was Jones, the Janitor! And more than that, he was dressed in some cobbled - together exoskeleton. One leg and two arms, half completed, joined to some franken-armour breast plate. Humming with power. The two arms ended in large powerful pincers. Even more shocking - the cobbled together armour had pieces of the Justice Armour prototype in it!

GM Frost's comebacks were irritating the Hornet more and more. He flexed his fists in his jade armour. This was the thing; superficially, the Hornet was as cool and cunning as Dr Sin, and certainly as cruel. He had a cold intellect that rivalled most men. But he lacked patience. Anyone challenging his authority, or intelligence, got under his skin and got under badly. He did not like Frost challenging him. He did not like Frost keeping his cool when he did not. "Enough GAMES!" he screamed, throwing the Go board to one side, the pieces scattering and clinkering on the floor. "I do not know what you are up to, you abomination!" he shouted at Frost. "But you are playing me!" It was beyond his endurance that he could not discern what it was. And more, it was absolutely intolerable that Frost had made him lose his compure (rather than the other way around). "TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE DOING HERE, OR I WILL BLAST YOU INTO THAT NOTHING!" He raised a hand, and the men around them raised their Daka-weapons ready to fire - at the Hornet's command.

Initiative: 1d20+8 22 for the Hornet Initiative: 1d20+6 8 for his minions Round 1 31 - Tsunami - Unharmed - 3HP 22 - The Hornet - Unharmed 13 - Kamala - Unharmed - 2HP 12 - Frost - Unharmed - 1 HP 8 - Daka armed minions [6] - Unharmed 8 - Normal minions [6] - Unharmed Meaning Tsunami is up

GM Tyhe eldritch fire spewed forth, hitting the closest mushroom men, who emitted a horrible high pitched inhuman shriek as the fire consumed them. They flailed around a bit, but soon fell down, burning and charring. The smell of roast mushrooms filled the cavern. The other mushroom men looked angry and scared - although given they were mushrooms and eyeless ones at that, their capacity for facial expression was limited at best. The Fun Guy, the King of the Mushroom men, patted down his sleeves. "What? I'm trying to help!" he gasped at Oswald. Then he grew angry. And mad. Although he was probably mad already. "IM NOT GOING TO ROAST TO DEATH IN THIS HELL HOLE!" he screamed at the top of his fungus infected voice. "Ex-pun-giate! Ex-pun-giate!" they mumured in fungal unison, advancing onwards. "Expungiate? is that even a word?" asked a confused and alarmed Penny Coin, holding her sword ready. "Its something to do with a pun!" proclaimed Captain Boddyflock, who clearly had lost all patience with jokes and puns. "Methinks it is CUTSTAB TIME!"

Actually, that does hit! And its a toughness roll the mushroom man cannot make, so he is engulfed in fire! Its wibbly wobbly initiative time. So the Pan is up!

Cap Cosmos Buddy kept his cool. A point blank shot at this range would sting even him; but it probably wouldnt splatter his brains all over the floor. As far as he could see, the chances of rustling up a million dollars in an hour was slim to zero. If one was being generous. Surely some other game was being played here? Tricia looked remarkably cool. His suspicion that she was in on this ratched up from possible to probable. But why? "OK OK, I get it" he said, placatingly, to the leader. As far as he could see, then, he had an hour. After that, he would have to swing into action; and probably everyone would learn that Buddy Brand was Captain Cosmos. He didn't like that, but he didn't like blood on his hands either. "Maybe I can help, somehow?" he asked the leader. "Nobody wants blood, right?"

Sense motive x2: 2#1d20+10 23 12

Captain Cosmos Buddy caught the same inflection on the word "Mister"... Now, it was entirely possible that Trishia and these goons were in cahoots. No evidence, but it was sure possible. Why, though? What motive did she - or they - have? Money? It felt too obvious. Too clumsy. 1 billion? That was an unreasonably high figure. Did they really expect one billion dollars to be mobilised in an hour? Buddy thought it unlikely. Just how "professional" were these guys? "How are we going to get a billion dollars together sitting here?" he asked the leader, politely. "How is anybody going to get a billion dollars together anywhere...in an hour?" he asked, again trying to be polite. "You gotta be reasonable, or we are all going to lose...."

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.