KnightDisciple

"Well, your "marriage" to it won't last long; we're calling in for an annulment." With that proclamation, Fenris reared back and made another swipe at the machine. "Now get out of there, you sorry excuse for a scientist and nerd. You're making those of us who work to build our own gear look bad." There's a hint of irritation in his voice; clearly he's got just as much bad will for the "good doctor" as most other decent folk. "And maybe you can take some time to get an extra shower in; I think you stink even through the tank!"

Swiping at it again! Attack: 23 DC 23 Toughness, 7 Penetrating.

Gabriel rolled his arms around a couple of times, loosening them up a bit. He absently rubbed his wrists, less from pain and more as a way to reassure himself they were no long bound. He frowned a bit as he thought things over. "I feel like our tests gave me a pretty good idea of my day-to-day limits; barring a stressful situation, I'm not sure I would be cranking it up much higher. The only other trick I have is my ventriloquism, and that's pretty easy to document. I have a feeling I could talk to a lot of people with it, but being in a sound-sealed room means that's hard to replicate. So I think I'd just like to talk over my powers and such. Get a better idea of how I'm doing what I do. If you get too in-depth, I'll let you know I'm getting a bit lost."

"I'm most definitely enough of a manly man to know I'm fine. I've had worse on patrol nights, and not only did I not need a medic, I even tucked myself into bed." He doesn't refuse the robot's help, though; having your hands locked behind your back made things a touch harder generally speaking. Once he had stood and shook some of the soreness out, he let himself ponder her question. "I'd say it's a bit of both. Never felt that much recoil before; that felt less natural, if that makes sense. I'm not sure I could shoot a bolt like that from my belly-button, either. But some of it is me being able to brace myself against any recoil; it's subconscious, but my legs really help, whether I'm airborne or on the ground. If my hands had been free, I think I could have avoided the crash. Still, was interesting figuring out I could do that." There was an awkward pause, and he cleared his throat. "Um...by chance, can I have my hands back soon?"

Gabriel gave the window an exaggerated frown at the new instructions. His voice had a clear tone of joking when he spoke. "Typical woman. Always making up new rules. No hands and no voice, hm? Hrm, I suppose I...no. No, that's probably a bad idea in spandex and with a lady present." Best not to ask. "Gotta think outside the box...Let's give this one a go." With that, he carefully floated into the air, before bringing his legs up perpendicular to the rest of his body. There was no real strain in the movement, but he was clearly concentrating very hard, with a couple of beads of sweat running down his face. With what seemed to be great effort, he finally let loose a blast of sound from his feet. It struck the dummy, causing multiple cracks but not breaking it. It also sent Gabriel into the wall behind him with no small amount of force. He gave a grunt of pain and almost dropped all the way to the ground, before finally lowering himself into a sitting position. The sensors bore out the truth of his next words. "Ow. Okay, don't think anything's broken, nothing really hurt besides my pride and a few bruises. Let's file that one away as "last, desperate measure". I think some of my other tricks might work a bit better through the foot, but I want to rest a moment first."

At her proclamation that Blueshift would forcibly discover the secrets of his suit, his "eyes" dimmed slightly, as if he had narrowed them. His posture shifted, becoming more guarded. "I'd ask that you not. No, not just ask. I'm telling you." He leans forward, his next words imbued with a bit more of a growl. "Do not seek this information. I will not appreciate you doing so; I hid the details for a reason. Respect that." He straightened his stance, lapsing into silence. "Phobic is too strong a term. I'm not afraid of it so much as I dislike it, for many different reasons. I don't trust magic. Especially when so-called "gods" are involved." He seemed to mull over his next words. "It is quite possible that the Fenriswolf is, to some degree, a real creature. To a point, the old Norse gods are real. And Fenris wasn't just any god-killer. Legend says that upon the advent of Ragnarok, he will slay Odin, the All-Father himself." He shrugged, his armor creaking slightly with the gesture. "Call it a giant middle finger towards the Norse "gods" on my part. But my goal is the opposite of destruction. Which gives the name whole new meaning in my opinion; that these so-called gods are wrong, and that they are the greater threat. Something to think about, I suppose." He seemed rather proud of his name choice.

Gabriel stood back to his feet as the robot rolled out, tilting his head a bit to one side in curiosity. He seemed slightly hesitant to do as she asked, but after a moment, he moved his hands behind his back and allowed the automaton to "cuff" him. "So...Hm." It was clear the idea had never occurred to him, but he wasn't dismissing it out of hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if searching within himself. They opened slowly, and he took a few steps forward... And yelled at the dummy. This time, he skipped weakening it to head directly to blasting it; the attack took longer, but it finally blew the head of the dummy off. Gabriel himself took a few deep breaths, shook his head, and smiled at the glass. "Wasn't sure if that would work at first. Hurts just a bit, but mostly because I'm screaming. I might have to work on that, see if I have to yell to achieve the effect." He tried to turn his head around to look at his locked-away hands, without much success. He gave a sheepish glance to the booth. "Um...can I take these off now?"

"Yeah, now that you say that, car sounds like a plan. And if we come under fire, I can always give us mobile cover, since he'd know we're there already." He was giving a confident smirk to his companions. "This son of a gun won't know what hit him. I like the idea of hitting hard, fast, and somewhat stealthy." He grinned wide and held his hands out to each of his companions for a fist-bump. "Yes. Let's."

"I guess that was a lot of stuff, wasn't it? Um. Sorry about that. I figured the two of you would do okay up there, but I suppose I could have slowed down some." He rocks back and forth on his heels for a bit, before shrugging and assuming a rough lotus position in midair. He closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees, and started to sing. He was clearly doing it mostly for the chance to just do something, but his volume was enough Miss A could hear and enjoy, without unduly distracting her. "A mighty Fortress is our God, A Bulwark never failing; Our Helper He amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing: For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal." He continued on with the hymn, singly slowly, gently even. He seemed to lose himself in the words as he went.

Fenris had been on patrol, but all things considered, he'd been hoping for a quite night. Sadly, such a thing was not to be for him. Kind of hard to have one of those when the love child of a Model T and a steampunk convention comes barreling down the road out of a flash of light. He had to stop and spend several moments making sure he wasn't seeing things. When he moved closer and managed to catch the woman making a call, stating her name as "Ms. Wells", he was definitely intrigued. He walked closer, stopping about 30 feet away, patiently waiting for her to finish her...phone call? 'Talk about anachronisms? It's just weird seeing all her gear made from brass and gears...Kinda nifty looking in one sense, though.'

Corbin stayed still and quiet through the whole little ritual, wanting to make sure he didn't disturb his girlfriend's careful search. During the impossibly long moments of scrutiny, he strove to remain calm despite the feeling of being weighed, measured, and judged. It wasn't something he enjoyed, especially so recently after the intimate time he'd had with Quo-Dis. He smiled as they finished and she pronounced him healthy. He returned the kiss. "So I'm vril-free? Glad to hear it. I'm sorry you panicked like that, but I'm glad to know there's nothing wrong. And yes, I'd say we are, in fact, well." A thoughtful look crossed his face. "Why do I get the feeling there was more going on there than just checking to see if I'd gotten a dose of vril? It was almost like I was being...evaluated."

"Perhaps in a couple more months, I'll know the full implications of that. Still, I'll take your word on that." He aided her when he could in both the clearing off and the standing up. After it was done, he crossed his arms and took a relaxed pose as she examined him. "It's a special conductive composite metal. It channels a slightly shifted version of the energy I was shooting at range. Power source isn't anything you listed, but I'm not telling. Trade secret." She senses he's smiling under the helmet as he tells her this. "Blueshift, hm? Call me Fenris. And I made the suit myself."

Cobalt Templar gave a wide grin and an eager nod. "Oh yeah, no problem. I'll whip up a box or something; I can't make anything too fancy, but I can certainly carry you guys and go full speed." His smile dropped a bit as he considered the map, before tapping a certain section a few blocks from the target house. "Might be good if I set us down there. For one thing, it lets us get into a better position for a multi-stage assault. For another, it gives us at least a chance of surprise. My power isn't subtle at all, visually speaking. And he may be able to pick up such a blatant use of it, since my ring's magical."

Fenris took it all in, spending just a few precious seconds considering his options. He looked to the technicians and non-coms around him, his voice ringing out clearly (albeit in that mechanical growl of his). "Stay down, and keep an eye on the SPARTOI! Try to get them shut down, this test needs to be scrammed! I'm on the tank!" With a rush of air, a momentary sense of something moving across the field of battle, and paired flashes of light, Fenris was behind the tank. Lights came to life all over his suit, and the claws lit up with crackling energy. "Let's open this can!" And with that, he brought both hands down in a punishing strike against its rear armor, hoping to start tearing out critical components.

ARACHNE is the only one acting out of sorts right now. One the one hand, I could shoot it. But that would put techs in danger. So... Teleport next to the ARACHNE. Switching Weapons Array to Strike (which has 7 Penetrating). Attack: 26. Pretty sure that's good. EDIT: DC 23 Toughness Save, and remember, it's got 7 Penetrating, in case that matters.

Gone Saturday for grandparents' 60th Anniversary. Gone at least some of Sunday, not sure how much, though. Probably not on very late Friday.

Gabriel gave her an odd look as they walked toward the front door of the Golden Corral. "I...don't think you're supposed to eat the skin of a tangerine, though it's supposed to be okay with apples. Then again, you said your biology is different." He shrugs, then smirks at her comment. When he speaks, his voice is lower in volume, so that only she can hear. "Well. Not all restaurants have the "all you can eat" thing going on; just the places that use the term "buffet". The flip side is that, on average, the quality is a bit less at buffets, since they have to cook things in bulk. This place seems to hit nearly the quality of places where you order a set dish with a set portion size. It's one reason I like it. As for food levels...well, we're still working on getting things better for everyone, but we do have a lot of land viable for crop raising." The line was thankfully short, requiring perhaps 2 minutes of waiting. It seemed the interior was fairly sparsely populated, as well. They were seated without a wait, after Gabriel showed Jeni how to work the drink machine. There were stations all over with all sorts of food! "I can explain what's what if you like. Just follow my lead on the first go-round, and you'll get a better idea of things."

So, in order, he used the following powers: *Ranged Paralyze *Nauseate *Confuse *Auditory Dazzle *Emotion Control (in this case, Hope) I'll post my pseudo-science from the Wiki here now: # By generating sudden loud, random noises at point-blank range to his opponent's ears, he can render them deafened for a short time. # By generating intensely focused sub-sonic and ultra-sonic waves, in a modified version of his intensified natural charm, he is able to instill various emotions in people. Calm, fear, anger, and other such intense emotions; all of them can be generated with a thought and a gesture by Gabriel. He's only used it to calm angry people, or to induce utter terror a couple of times when other methods failed. He dislikes using this power, when all is said and done. # Gabriel can assault someone's inner ear with random sub-sonic pulses to leave them utterly disoriented and confused. # With a mere touch, Gabriel can slam someone's body with waves of low-frequency sound, what some might call "brown notes" or "brown noise", leaving them feeling intensely sickened. # Alternatively, Gabriel's sonic assault can permeate their nervous system, especially their brain, leaving them unable to move as their brain tries to sort through the random "junk signals" it's getting. With a little extra time and concentration, he's able to do this at some measure of range, though it still only affects a single target. By this point, she should be able to determine how Gabriel is doing what he's doing. In short, he's a mutant. Longer explanation: Gabriel has a series of very small nodules (less than a centimeter diameter, roughly spherical) scattered all over his body; they seem to be connected by what almost appears to be a secondary nervous system. Each nodule seems to store biological energy and convert it into vibrations that manifest as sound. Most of these nodules seem to be in the upper levels of his muscular tissue, meaning the vibrations (which are focused outwards) don't have to travel far. His whole body acts as an amplifier, but special membranes protect his organs, tissues, inner ear, and so on from any negative effects from their use. His arms, legs, and throat/upper torso contain about 50 % of the total number of nodules (numbered around 100), with the rest scattered fairly evenly around his body.

"I'll work through the arsenal and finish up with that little trick, I think. It's a real crowd-pleaser. Let's see, what to start with...Ah, that's a good one." He turns and faces the wall where the dummy had been concentrating for a moment, clearly gathering energy about himself, before firing it at the wall. "That will stop a grown man cold, even one that's way bigger than normal. I can do it a bit quicker, but I have to get up close and personal to do so. Kind of like this." He walks up to the same wall and slaps his hand against it, channeling more sonic energy into it. "That one will ruin someone's day for sure. Now, for one you've heard before." He actually floats to one side of the room, next to the glass, and points to the other side. Suddenly, a loud sound like a gong being struck and a trumpet going off rips through the air, fading after a few moments. "Follow up with this." He points at a bare section of wall, and something changes in his voice as more subtle energies flow outwards. "That one almost always knocks them for a loop." He turns to give the booth a winning smile before striding to the middle of the room. "As for a song, hm. Ah, here we go..." Suddenly, his voice rings out clear and true, and Miss A's instruments should easily pick up the undercurrents. Miss A herself may get caught up in the emotion being generated... "Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. ‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed!" He continued to sing, his song striving to inspire hope in any who could hear.

"Don't call anyone in there a simian, ape, monkey, mammal, or anything like that. Not out loud. I'm serious. I may have overreacted, and maybe most of those terms technically apply, but if anything, it would go over worse. The average person doesn't spend time contemplating the ins and outs of biology, and so the term would seem an insult." He lapsed into thoughtful silence for a moment. "Try to be as polite as possible to the staff. If you do, they'll try to make yoru experience better. And they're working long, hard hours at nigh-thankless jobs. I'll take care of paying this time, and explain afterward some of the ins and outs. This is a buffet, which means we'll pay at the front, be assigned a table, and then we're free to go fill a plate with food. Try not to pile it too high, but feel free to try a bunch of stuff. I'll point things out, and tell you what I like. Don't limit yourself on that, though. Everyone has different tastes. As for table manners, I'm sure you've got the basics, otherwise, just follow my lead on that. Probably a good idea in general. Let's go." With that, he flew gently down to the ground, landing on the same side of the street as the restaurant, but still a few moments of walking away. He waited for Jeni to follow him before continuing onwards.

Corbin breathed an audible (and visible) sigh of relief, his large shoulder sagging as he relaxed. He'd thought she meant "contaminated" in a biological sense. "Okay. So. We'll check for this vril, and you can help me out if it's there. I trust you completely, Quo-Dis." He reaches out to take her hands, a thoughtful look on his face, even as he closes his eyes. "What if it isn't this vril? Maybe it's just, er, me?" He lapses into silence, realizing his lady love likely needs all her concentration for this.

Corbin wore his confusion openly now, gazing about, trying to figure out where they were and what was going on. He slowly followed Quo-Dis into a similar position, his gaze questioning. "Commune? What's that mean? What's with the snow? Why-" He stopped, as something she said finally processed fully in his brain. "Wait, contaminated?" His expression was one of near-panic. He just barely managed to keep from leaping to his feet, and settled instead for sitting there limply in shock.

Corbin proved to be an upstanding member of his gender, a paragon of masculinity, when he replied in the only manner he could to Quo-Dis's response. "Wha-huh?" He blinked, clearly confused by this reaction, before shaking his head and getting out of bed at a slightly slower pace. He walked over to the dresser, donned his ring, and in less than 30 seconds, was dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a button-up shirt, along with some nice dress shoes. He gave her a wan smile. "I'm not really sure what's going on, but I'll follow your lead. Is this nice enough?" He was unsettled more than a bit by the sudden urgency with which his girlfriend moved, but he was determined not to panic.

"You do too. Along with, well, everything else." Corbin gave her a slightly goofy grin while laying the compliment upon her. He grew slightly pensive at her question. "Haven't noticed blue glowing eyes before, but I, err, haven't checked. But...yes." He sighed and slid up into a slight sitting position on the bed, staring down at his hands as he did so. "It's been going on for a couple of months now. I, ah, don't know if you noticed, but I'm sturdier than a normal human. Feels like it makes me healthier, too. Who know what else it will eventually do?" He looked up at her, his face showing, not fear, but curiosity. "For all I know, I could end up halfway to immortal. I doubt I'll ever get to the point I won't need the ring; it's what taps into the real power. But some of it's bleeding off, changing me, making me...better, I guess. A better warrior, at any rate."

There was a flash and a rush of air, and Fenris was suddenly next to blueshift. The plasma gun was carefully placed on the ground nearby, and he was methodically working on digging her out. "Head's just a touch fuzzy from earlier, but otherwise I'm fine. Looks like the high and mighty mage turned tail and ran. Careful, don't shift there. It'll move more rubble onto you." He continued digging her out, occasionally using his claws to make the pieces of debris smaller. "You encounter guys like that a lot in this city?"