Supercape

GM The humdrum of sedate business continued under Robin's watchful eye. She spotted at least a couple if employees who were highly active in concealing their inactivity. They regularly strolledin and out, back and forth, looking busy by shuffling the exact same papers in their hands. But the humdrum monotony was broken when Robin spotted a figure fall from the sky and land on the roof. At this distance, she couldn't make out the details but he (or she) seemed large, somewhat ungainly, and armoured... The landing caused a loud noise, and the employees of neutron industries looked at each other. "What was that?" Was the question, and nobody has a good answer....

Cap Cosmos Was there anything else? Buddy had the sense he was missing something. Maybe he was blocking it out; he realised he didn't like Tricia, and didin't like her boyfriend either. Perhaps, perhaps he was even bored of them. They were the rotten side of celebrity. "No, I wouldn't detain you any longer, ma'am" he said graciously. He tried to think of a good excuse. But he could only come up with a cutting one. And couldn't resist saying it. "Besides, I must excuse myself. My hyena is on fire" he said, dead-pan. Before she could respond, he turned around and took a generous gulp of champagne.

GM And so... Neutron Industries, as it turned out, had a laboratory - office - mysterious building kind of thing going on just a few blocks away. It was all glass and steel, and pleasant grounds, and concrete bunkers underground to stop anything glowing reaching the human population. It's industrial safety record was appaling, but it was canny enough to at least put up a plausible defence against any litigation. The above ground levels were moderately secure, and where everybody seemed to do the day to day work. However, there were a couple of levels below ground, accessed by elevators, which seemed considerably more tough to get into... There were a few security guards in the reception. Nothing serious, but enough to deter the average snooper. ID badges were worn by the people going in and out, and seemed to function as pass-cards to the more secure parts of the facility.

Notice: 1d20+6 10

GM The man sank to his knees, quite dazed and confused. He mumbled something about a walrus and two pencils (testament to the blossing unconsciousness in his brain rather than representing anything useful), then quickly slumped backwards, out cold. The other four thugs were now essentially helpless. True, they were armed, but hadn't a clue what was going on. They hardly dared fire - they might hit each other, or, even worse, catch a bad ricochet. They grunted, groaned, and wailed. Some tried to effect some veneer of bravery ("Come here! Ill get you!") which they tried to spice up with various expletives, but everybody (including them) knew the game was up. They could try and save some face, but even that was a difficult task...

That still hits a minion, and we can end combat there!

Flux "It is as I left it" commented Flux, scanning the station (and the ambient radio waves) with his remarkable brain. He floated gently in lifeless environs of the station, his space-costume generating comfortable localised gravity. He had never liked the nausea of zero gravity. The suit compensated magnificently (in his humble opinion!) "Or it seems to be as I left it" he added, a note of caution. "Bar the spacetime anomaly, of course" he added again. "Which I imagine originates somewhere in the centre of the station. Given the significant danger it poses, and with the presumption that we are not in a screaming rush, I am going to suggest we don't split up to find it!" Besides, he was hopeful that he could try and triangulate a more precise location this close.

This is heating up to a brawl! @Thevshi, @Avenger Assembled, @Tiffany Korta, do you want to do anything before the bullets, poison darts, and Daka-beams start flying? (and if not, some initiative rolls!)

GM It was a laborious process, working through Anna's fuzzy head. By her account - and a hazy and inaccurate account it surely was - Robin's best guess was that Anna had applied for a work internship at Neutron industries. Anna had been trying to expose Neutron's appaling safety records. She had come across a metaphasic reactor - something experimental using z-space energy (or some other vague notion) - and in the course of her poking around (arguably illegally) she had been exposed to a leak (or something like a leak). She was now in hospital with synaptic damage (or something like that), and worse, Neutron were breathing down her neck with lawyers claiming "industrial espionage" and "reckless endangerment" and other such terms. This might have been a ploy, to get her to shut up by using these threats as leverage. Neutron was dirty in more ways than one....

Cap Cosmos "Whoa buddy, I'm sure you could!" said Buddy, taking a step back despite himself. "Good thing this a gala rather than a boxing ring, huh?" he smiled. He didn't wish to rile up a drunk, although he was pretty sure he could. Buddy always thought the best way to get people to hang was feed them enough rope. Suck em in, then hang them high. Sure, people were getting wise to his act, but it was still his trusted technique. Well, it was probably based on Frost/Nixon, but still. It worked for him. Buddy had the rather sinking feeling that sooner or later Tricia would torpedo her own boat. Probably later, but she had a kind of lazy craziness. Maybe she could ride that train for a while, but the wheel would come off some day. Media being media, maybe she could ride the wreckage too. Why is she calling me Mister like that? he honestly had no clue. He caught the emphasis, but... I wish I could read minds sometimes. Then again, maybe I don't. The fool worries what people think about themselves. The smart don't. But the truly wise? They realise that people probably weren't thinking about them in the first place.... "You to make a great pair!" he lied, raising his glass again. Wondering if fireworks would light up the evening.

GM The sword connected with mail with a pleasant "TING!" sound, and a few little sparks. The crowd cheered, and the Knight doubled over, grunting in pain. Not enough to wind him, but enough for Chromium to take him down to the sand, with his arms clenched around the Knight's arms and shoulders. The Knight scrabbled around vainly trying to break Chromium's grip, but the victory was complete. The Knight was a fairly strong fellow, but had nowhere near the strength of Chromium, who was powered by more than muscle and bone. "VICTORY!" yelled Sir Prize, and the crowd went wild! A firework was set off. Rather carelessly, but fortunately it didn't explode in anyone's face. The bested Knight pounded the sand in frustration, his mailed hands getting clogged up with wet sand. "And now! With two contenders left! THE PRIZE!" said Sir Prize. The two contenders being Chromium and Fascimile. "I am MOST VEXED that my only knights could not defeat you STOUT WARRIORS!" he laughed through his full helm. "But I SALUTE YOUR BRAVERY!" He held a big keg of beer in each hand and offered it to Chromium and Fascimile. "NOW THEN!" he finished. "WOULD YOU DO ME THE HONOR OF FIGHTING EACHOTHER?"

An easy win, and we can finish up the melee there! FLAWLESS VICTORY! :)

Cap Cosmos Buddy was beginning to feel that Miss Thorne had all the depth of a petri dish that had entered the "shallowest petri-dish of the year" award, and was likely to win. Vapidity was a common enough trait in the world of Media, but it usually concealed itself with a veneer of intelligence. He didn't feel there was any veneer here. But perhaps he was being too cynical. Then again, perhaps he was being too perceptive. And he felt there was a bite to Miss Thorne. "I see your point" he said. "Very charitable of you, shows your heart!" he said, giving her a smile and a lift of his champagne glass to salute her. He was already changing his mind about putting her on the Brand report. It would only be of interest by making her look foolish. And he really wasn't inclined to do that. It was always possible she was a crafty manipulator who presented herself as vapid. He had seen that more than once, too. "Just hope you have a good agent to make sure the world sees that golden ticker of yours!"

GM A bang it was! A flare of brilliant light that caught the thugs by surprise. A few panicked shots rang out from a few of the mobsters. But if you couldn't see, you couldn't aim. And if you couldn't aim, you would be lucky to hit an elephant at ten paces without some serious zen-ninja skills. And these were Italian mobsters, not Yakuza. One of the men seemed to have looked away at the last minute, and more by luck than judgement wasn't seeing a white blur. He took a BAN...BAM-BAM! couple of shots at Talon, but even if he could see, he was panicking, and his gun trembling. And he turned to run. The others might of too, but if you are on the top of a building thirty foot from hard concrete below, and blind, running was arguably more dangerous than staying around....

Thats a lot of reflex saves! Reflex Saves: 10#1d20+1 15 16 18 20 6 4 14 6 2 13 So the first five are area saces: and #2,3,4,and 5 all make it, lowering subsequent saves to DC 13. The actual saves follow, and all fail bar number 3 (who only makes it due to the area reflex save). So, one thug left, who will respond with some panicked shots at Talon (which will kick in before he stealths, as we have bypassed initiative). Bam! Bam Bam!: 1d20+2 5 Missing. So we dont get to caught up in a low level fight, im going to bypass the recovery rolls - unless there is an inordinate amount of time, and they stay dazzled! Talon is therefore up again, with four blinded and one panicked thug, and in stealth.

GM "I'm a bit fuzzy....." said Anna, who was clearly more than a bit fuzzy. She was barely awake. "They do research....in whats it called energy...." she mumbled. That part was clear. Neutron industries, obviously, did research in atomic energy - or esoteric energies of any type. If it was carbon based or natural, they dabbled. "...some kind of error....I got a headful of metaphrscskhs...." she slurred, falling asleep. She started snoring. Her right leg went into a fasciculation, and she woke up, groaning. "...metaphasic radiation!" she grunted, pain sharpening her head. "Caused nerve damage...." she said, sadly. "I only took the internship to try and bring them down!" she said, angrily again.

GM "Neutron...Industries" slurred Anna. "My head's like its full of mush...." she nodded weakly towards the drip. "They got me on some anticonvulsants. Had a seizssszzure. Can't remember much..." she said, a little drop of anger cutting through her drowse. "Brain damage, they say....can't feel my right leg.....epilespy....the shcansss....." she dropped off a second, that jolted awake. "The scans show something in my brain. Can you believe it. Damn Neutron......they aren't safe.....whatever you do, don't go working there....." She closed her eyes a moment then jolted awake again. "....I'm gonna....take them down!" she swore, vehemently. If anything could cut through her sluggish tongue, it was this - her angry determination.

GM The Fungi looked at each other, a bit bewildered. "Har Harrrr Harrrrrr!" they rumbled after a pause. "CUT STAB!" yelled Boddyflock, dancing on his pointed shoes. "Although that was quite funny!" he added, conceding the point. Penny giggled at the ridiculous nature of the enterprise. "Enough of this nonsense!" said Lorenzo, who had the sense of humour of a glacier. A particularly humourless glacier, at that. "We have come here to find a cure to my ailment. I sense the good king can help us. Why, his growths reek with elemental power!" "GET ME OUT OF HERE! WHATEVER YOU, DONT TELL THEM ANY MORE JOKES! THEY WILL MAKE YOU KING!" screamed the half insane mushroom king, yelling and echoing around the enormous mushroom hall. "Har Harrrrr Harrrrrr! Anotherrrr! Anotherrrr!" mumbled the mushroom men in unison.

Cap Cosmos Faux delight. Media 101! She might not even be drunk - although in his experience it was usually drunk celebs pretending to be sober rather than the otherway around. Not to mention all the illegal intoxicants that flowed through this river of society. Perhaps it was more than the champagne? "Of course" he answered. "My pleasure. Good cause!" he nodded. "I couldn't be more delighted!" This was the dance of pitter patter. A superficial sheen of niceties that were half meant. It was not malign, merely ritualistic. Refugees? I wonder why. And if ones wonders, one asks! "Can I ask why you chose this cause? Something close to your heart?"

20 Questions Buddy Brand Interviews Captain Cosmos for Channel 7 News! But HOW??? 1. Where are you from? Freedom City, good old U S of A! 2. How would you describe yourself? Strong, dependable, and multi-dimensional! 3. Do you have distinguishing speech characteristics or recurring mannerisms? No sir! 4. What is your motivation? Liberty and democracy! Fight for our universal rights! 5. What is your greatest strength? I guess its my strength! I can lift a truck! 6. What is your greatest Weakness? That would be telling! (Winks) How about my good hearted nature? 7. What does you love the most? My job! Defending liberty, exposing corruption! 8. How would you describe you mental and emotional state? That…depends. Pretty relaxed usually. I can get pretty…tense….if I use my powers too much. It extracts a price on my head! 9. What do you fear the most? Going underwater. It’s a phobia. 10. What is your greatest ambition? To be a great superhero. One of the greats. Nothing wrong with a bit of fame, as long as its deserved! And a pullitzer! 11. How does you feel about the state of the world and your place in it? Depends where you are in the world. I’m positive about the free world. But there a plenty of dangerous, even hellish places elsewhere. 12. Does you have any prejudices? How do you get along with others? No sir! 13. Where do your loyalties lie? In what order? To my country, but more than that, to the institutions that protect our liberty and democracy. 14. Do you have a lover or partner? Why you asking? (wink). No, not at the moment. 15. How would the people closest to you describe you? A decent, friendly guy. Got his heart in the right place. 16. Are you a role model? I like to think so 17. How spiritual are you? Do you follow a religious tradition? I keep an open mind about these things, but I can’t say I follow a particular religion. 18. Are you part of a team? No. Freedom League, keep that seat warm! 19. How do you feel about the place of metahumans and aliens on Earth? It sure makes the world more interesting! More dangerous, but more safe too. 20. If you could give one piece of advice to your hero, what would it be? Make sure the camera gets your best side!

Hell Q Who are you? Sum yourself up in one sentence. Captain Cosmos, defender of the omniverse! Do you have any nicknames, street names, titles, or nom de plume? No What is your full birth name? Buddy Brand Where do you live? Freedom City, Parkside How old are you? What year were you born (if applicable)? 44 (Born 1975) What is your gender? If not applicable, please explain. Male How would you describe your heritage? Mainly Caucasian How tall are you? 5’11” What is your body type? Fairly average but do work out four times a week at the gym. Do you have any particular weaknesses, such as allergies or physical disabilities? Not physically How do you carry yourself? Are you graceful, or heavy on your feet? Can you be stealthy, do you walk with confidence? Confident, but not stealthy or graceful (although not a klutz either) Describe your skin, eye, and hair color. Fairly tanned (thanks to tanning machines and make up), blue eyes, brown hair (salt and pepper) How do you wear your hair, if applicable? Do you have facial hair? Fairly close cut, well groomed, clean shaven. Do you consider yourself attractive? Do others? More of an honest open face than stunningly handsome. Do you have any scars, tattoos, piercings, or birthmarks? Nasty scar down my right leg after a childhood boating accident. Do you resemble anyone famous? I am famous! Do you have a dominant hand? Right What kind of clothing do you wear? Suit and tie Do you wear makeup? Yes, on the days I am on in front of the camera. What is your vocal range? Is your voice distinctive in some way? Normal range, good elocution and projection. Do you have any distinctive habits, nervous tics, or mannerisms? Where did they come from, and what causes them? Do other people notice and remark on these habits? Do they annoy you or other people? I can fiddle with my tie before going on camera. Drum my fingers when thinking. Where do you come from? Freedom City Have you made any major moves, or do you live in your hometown? None Do you feel loyal to your country of citizenship? Do you consider yourself patriotic? How do you feel about the government of your country? I feel loyal and patriotic to my country, but not my government. The government is there to serve the people, and I aim to hold them to account. How do you feel about the place you come from? I love the energy. Where is your home town? What was/is it like? Freedom City. It’s a lively, energetic, and exciting place! Growing up, were most of the people you knew similar to you, or were you somehow a minority? How did that affect you? Pretty similar. I went to regular school, had regular friends. Is there something you’ve always been really good at or really bad at? How has that affected your life? I have always been good at talking, putting people at ease. That’s why I ended up in my career. Were there any traumatic experiences in your early years (death of a family member, abandonment, orphaned at an early age)? My dad was a brute, really pushed me and tried to “make me a man”. It came to a head when I was twelve, he took me rafting down a river, and I ended up nearly drowning (and breaking my leg). Briefly describe a defining moment in your childhood and how it influenced your life. Graduating, so I could leave my dad! What stupid things did you do when you were younger? I didn’t do anything stupid. My dad made me do stupid things, like fighting bullies and doing stupid sports. Where did you go to school? How much school did you have, and did you enjoy it? High Forest High School. Why did they call it Forest when its in a city? No idea. I went to school, was a good kid, and enjoyed it for the most part. Do you have any mementos of your childhood? What are they, and why did you keep them? If you have none, why not? Aside from my scar (And metal in my femur), I kept some of my school reports and yearbook. I liked school. It was going home to my dad I didn’t… When did you decide to become a hero? Why? Did anyone influence you one way or another in the decision? I like to think I was always a hero. Most of us are, helping others in some way or another. As for becoming a superhero, well, when I got super powers! Is the reason you give people for becoming a hero different than your real reason? If so, why? No, its genuine. Do you have any deep, dark secrets in the past that may come back to haunt you? No, I’m clean! Do you represent yourself as being different from who you really are? Why? I suppose I present myself as more cheerful, confident, and balanced than I am. It goes with my job. And maybe that’s just how I am. Do you have any sort of criminal record? If so, is it public knowledge? No What are your biological parents' names? Bernard and Vera Brand Were you raised by them? If not, please explain and describe who raised you. Yes What was their standing in the community? What did/do they do for a living? Bernard was a businessman. Vera was a housewife. Where are your parents now? I have little contact with my father. He is retired in California. My mother died when I was twenty two. Did your family stay in one area or move around a lot? We stayed in Freedom City. Although we went on holiday a lot, particularly Europe. How did you get along with their parents? How do you get along with them now (if applicable). Very badly. I hardly see my father now. How do your parents view you now, or how would they? I don’t know and I don’t care about my father. My mother would be proud. Maybe worried too. Do you have any siblings? If so how many and what are their names? Describe your relationship with them. Violet Brand, my sister. She is a Lawyer. A business lawyer. I think Dad’s malign influence drove her to succeed like me. What was your birth order in the family? Younger Where are your siblings now (if applicable)? Do they have families of their own? What do they do? Violet works twenty four seven. She holds down a relationship with a Mr. Rupert Flint, another cold hearted lawyer. I don’t know how they make it work. No children. Do you stay in touch with them or have you become estranged? Yes I do. Not often, maybe once a month. Do you love or hate one member of the family in particular? I hate my dad! Is any member of the family special to you in any way (perhaps, as a confidant, mentor, or arch-rival)? No Are there any black (or white) sheep in the family (including you)? If so, please explain. No Do you have a notorious or celebrated ancestor? If so, please explain, including how it has affected your life. No Do you have a partner and children currently? If so, please describe them. No If you do not have a partner or children, do you want them someday? How firm are you in your opinion on this, and what might change your mind? I’m getting a bit old for children. Maybe, but I’m not driven to it, and I have other responsibilities. I would really like to get married. To the right woman. What type of person would be your ideal mate? Smart, relaxed. Do you have any close friends? If so, please describe them, and how you came to be close to them. Doctor Linda LaBelle, my physician, who attended to me after I became infused with the Captain Cosmos power. She is the only one who knows my identity, and she is now a trusted friend. I am also friendly with Jen Locksley, the weathergirl at Channel 7 News, who everyone gossips about. But its nothing like that (she is too young for me!) Do you have a best friend? If so, how did they become your best friend? How close are you to your best friend? Tina Glassfeather, who was our next door neighbour growing up. She is an author of crime books, and kind of protected me from my dad. I lived wither for a year whilst at college. Nicer woman, you could not meet (in contrast to her grim tales!) If you were to go missing, who would worry about you? My station first! Media never sleeps! Have you lost any loves? If so, how did it happen, and what did you do? I’ve had plenty of loves, but none of them were what I would call “true love” Do you have any bitter enemies? If so, please describe them and their history with you. Several, at work. Its media. And several others out of work. That’s media, too. If you have enemies, how do you think they might attempt to work against you in the future? Discredit me. Humiliate me. Possibly even shoot me! What is the worst thing someone has done to you? My dad parenting me. Where do your loyalties lie? In what order? Liberty, my country, journalism integrity. Who or what do you trust the most? Why? Doctor LaBelle. Because she has quite clearly demonstrated her complete trustworthiness! Who or what do you despise? Why? Corruption and lies? Tyrants. What qualities do you admire most in other people? Are these qualities you possess? Humility. I think I have some, but nowhere near as much as I should! What qualities do you hate most in other people? Do you have any of those qualities? Hubris. Same reasoning. Do you have a secret identity? If so, who knows it? Do you hide it from people who are close to you? Why? I do, as Buddy Brand. I keep that very secret, which is hard. Only Doctor LaBelle knows of it (So far!) Do you work well on teams and in groups? Are you a leader or a follower? Bit of both. Are you on a super team? If so, how do you get along with your comrades? Do you trust them, or do you have secrets from them? No Are you a member of any church, fraternal organization, club, committee, political party, or other group? How much time do you spend on that? I’m on a charity board for disadvantaged kids, and do a bit of other charity board. I avoid any political affiliation (in public) to make sure I am seen as impartial. I am a member of Media Unions, and also the local arthouse film club. I have a busy life! Who are your heroes? Political heroes, mainly, who maintained integrity. Mandela, Ghandi, Roosevelt, King…the list goes on and on! Did you ever become disillusioned with former heroes or idols? If so, why and what were the circumstances? No, because I accept nobodies perfect. Do you like being a hero? If so, what is the most rewarding part? If not, what makes you keep doing it? Sometimes. But it takes a strain on my life. Still, its an honor to serve! Is there anything that would make you give up hero work, or even switch sides? Poor health would. I cant see myself switching sides. What are your short term goals (what would you like to be doing within a year)? Explore the limits of my power. What are your long term goals (what would you like to be doing twenty years from now)? Retired on a beach. What is your greatest fear? Why? What do you do when something triggers this fear? Being submerged. Not actually being underwater, but that moment when you go under. I have to really steel myself. Is there anything you would give you life for? Liberty and democracy. How do you feel about money and material wealth? Do you desire it or disdain it? Are you miserly with what you have, or do you like to share? Is it a mark of success, or a means to an end? I desire it, but its not my major motivation. I’m reasonably generous (I think!) How do you generally treat others? I like to think fairly. I try to see their point of view, but also like to challenge them. Are you a trusting person? Has your trust ever been abused? Fairly trusting, but not at work. Media. Are you introverted (shy and withdrawn) or extroverted (outgoing)? Do you have a lot of self-confidence? I appear self confident and relaxed, extroverted. Inside, I always feel I am not good enough. How do you act around attractive, available members of your preferred sex? Relaxed, and interested. I take my time with romance. What are your most annoying habits? Drumming my fingers when thinking. Do you feel contempt for any general category of people? Who are they, and why? Corrupt officials really get me down. Absolute filth. What is your favorite food? Do you prefer any particular type of food? Do you take the time to enjoy your food, or do you eat as fast as you can? French cuisine. I take my time, and like to have a good wine with a meal. What is your favorite drink (alcoholic or otherwise)? Red wine. Old world. What is your favorite treat (dessert)? Crème Brule Are there any specific foodstuffs that you find disgusting or refuse to eat? Fast food. What is your favorite color? Are there any colors you dislike? Purple. What sort of music do you like? Is there any that you hate? Seventies rock. Hendrix, Zepplin, Ffloyd, Early Queen. If you have a favorite scent, what is it? No Do you have a favorite animal? No What is your most treasured possession? Why? My first paycheck. It represented independence. Do you enjoy “roughing it”, or do you prefer your creature comforts? Creature comforts. Is there a job or a task you would absolutely refuse to do? No Do you consider yourself a spiritual person? If so, how do your beliefs affect your life?How important is it to you? I’m a philosophical person, not a spiritual person. Could you kill? Have you killed? I haven’t. I believe anyone could, in the right circumstance. Are there circumstances under which you believe it is permissible to kill? What are they? To save lives. How would you react to watching someone kill another person? Would your reaction be different if the killer was a friend or an enemy of yours? I’d be sad. But, sorry to say, reporting on the news has made me a bit numb to death and war. How would you react if something important was stolen from you? Pretty angry. How would you react to public humiliation? Terribly! I would try to rectify it as soon as possible! Get a spin doctor! How would you react if a good friend or relative were purposely or accidentally killed? Has it happened to you? It hasn’t happened. Again, I would be sad, but I have heard lots of terrible stories. What do you consider to be the worst crime someone could commit and why? Murder. Its final. If your life were to end in 24 hours, what five things would you do in those remaining hours? Report on it! Do you have any special training in your hero skills? If so, where and how did you get it? No Do you have any particularly unusual skills? How did you acquire them? TV presenting. I got them by practice! Do you do something besides hero work for a living? Have you ever done anything else, or do you plan to? I’m a newsman for Channel 7 News. All I have done. Never thought about anything else. What is your preferred combat style? What style? Punch them! Have you ever received any awards or honours? A few low level media awards, for “the Brand Report” What skill areas would you like most to improve in? Is there anything you can't do that you wish desperately you could? Id like to know a bit more about the cosmos. How do you act around people who are more skilled than you in areas you’d like to improve? Are you jealous, or do you try and learn? Try and learn, of course! What is a normal day for you? How do you feel when something interrupts this routine? Up early, work, work, work, work, come back late. Do you have any hobbies, or interests outside hero work? What are they, and where did you pick them up? Film and cinema. What do you do for fun? Socialise. Do you have a costume? What does it look like? A grey, black, and gold costume made of unstable molecules. Complete with mask and cape! How do you normally dress when not in costume? I’m usually in a suit and tie! Do you wear any special jewelry? What is it, and what does it look like? No Do you have a special place where you keep your valuables? My study desk in my apartment. What's your preferred means of local travel? How about long distance? Flying! Have you ever made a will, or tried to make arrangements for your death? What provisions did you make? Yes. I’m leaving 1/2 to charity, the rest to my sister. If your features were to be destroyed beyond recognition, is there any other way of identifying your body? The metal in my right femur. What would you like to be remembered for after your death? A pretty decent guy. Do you believe you pose a threat to the public? Why or why not? Yes, possibly. If the strain of gaining dimensions gets to much, it can have a terrible effect on my mental health. Not violent, but certainly confused. What do you perceive as your greatest strength? Decency and, well, my strength! What do you perceive as your greatest weakness? Poor mental health. As a player, if you could, what advice would you give your character? Speak as if he/she were sitting right here in front of you. Use proper tone so they might heed your advice...Top of Form Reduced dimensions at night, Hero’s delight. Multiple dimensions in the morning, Hero’s warning.

GM The mad, soaring leap was like a diving swallow, and the recovery most impressive too. The Japanese Man threw up on Talon's cape. The five mobsters spun around. They had guns - light calibre standard thug guns. They looked like your typiclal thug - fairly strong, fairly stupid. Tough enough to push around a grandmother. Cowardly enough to want to appear tough. But a cape. That was another matter. Especially one who had demonstrated such considerable skill. The lead mobster vaguely waved his gun at Talon. "Look cape. Stay out of this. This is mob business. You don't want to get involved with mob business. Especially as this guy is a Yakuza. You wan't to go around rescuing Yakuza? They give gangs a bad name" he tried. It at least had a hint of logic to it. But, whilst he probably had a few more brain cells than his friends, that wasn't attesting to vast intelligence.

GM Ms. Doors face turned sour at the jibe. She was about to open her mouth to gasp (alas, speech was not possible), but Robin had gone. "Kids!" she tutted. And turned, with furious determination to her screen, where she googled "How to make the best cookies ever...." And so....at FC Hospital. Anna was in bed, looking frail. She was a skinny, lanky thing at the best of times, but right now she looked unhealthy. She had a drip of some chemical or another up, and a banged head. From the fall. "Hi....." she slurred as Robin came in. Clearly she was fuzzy headed. "Ain't right...Ain't right at all...." said the man stomping out the room angrily, face like a chewed wasp. He was a big, bearded man. Robin recognised him as the janitor in the physics department (from when she stayed late). "Jones" they called him. What was that? a nickname? a surname? he kept himself to himself for the most part. Grumpy old man at the best of times. But now he looked like he wanted to tear somebodies head off. Fortunately not Robin though. He just barged past her, stomping out of the hospital. "Rachel....R-R-Rrrrena....no....Robin....Right?" slurred Anna.

GM The Fun Guy looked up, despair in his face, groaning at the awful joke. His face was probably brown skinned originally, but with a thousand and one fungal infections running through his flesh, one couldn't accurately determine his ethnicity. It was arguable whether one could determine his gender. The mushroom men looked at each other. Now, the joke was clearly awful. A pun on "fowl"? What a turkey. But the mushroom men started....laughing? "Ho ha ha haaarrrrr" "Harrr harrr hooo hummmm!" "Tell us....another!" The Fung Guy groaned and put his head in his hands. "What are you doing? We came to cutstub!" hissed Boddyflock, poking Pan's ankle with his sword angrily.

If it is of any pertinence: Know (Cur Events): 1d20+14 19 To speed things up, if you do ever think a Know (Cur Events) is needed (at a media gala, it might be), and you need another one, feel free to roll it!