KnightDisciple

That hits so easily it's not funny. But as for the save... Toughness: 20. Hm. I think I'll reroll; at minimum, I'll take no more than a bruise. 27. Or, I'll totally ace it. Incidentally, I'm invoking the Magic? Really? Complication; he's automatically distrustful of this guy, and may end up behaving more recklessly when all is said and done because magic's getting tossed around. Up to you if it counts, though. Anyways, my turn! 8-) Hm. Think I'll stick with Blast. Going against Gargoyle 1 again. Attack: 20. Not incredible, but not bad, especially with him all disoriented and stuff. DC 23 Toughness Save.

The Baron had, by this point, calmed significantly. This day hadn't been going anything like what he'd hoped and planned. Here he was, trying to recruit talent for his company, both in America and abroad, and it was like he was hitting a brick wall! 'Bad enough she turned down my offer; I can accept that fine, even if I don't like it. But she insists I'm a money-monger? After the "tour guide" all but calls me a naive, misguided weapons-maker! No. Patience. You are Magnus Vilhelm Katastrof. Your family stretches back to the 8th century Anno Domini. You will not be ruffled further by angry scientists and uppity Englishmen.' Speak of the devil. The Baron turned to regard his guide to the Lab with an expressionless face and cool eyes. "What exactly do you mean by "options and directions"?"

Carson's first reaction was sadness. Quite a bit of it. 'So few? With so little? And poor Stesha's probably barely keeping up, especially with that baby on the way!' Then, he felt pride in his fellow hero. She'd done so much for these people! And when he saw the smiling faces of children clustering about, he felt a strong dose of joy. 'At least the children can smile. I suppose that makes things a lot better...' He cleared his throat a bit as he gazed out at the crowd. "Greetings everyone. As she said, you may call me Gabriel. I'm not a medical whiz like Fleur de Joie, but I'd like to know if there are other ways to help. Perhaps critical items that are needed, like clothing? I don't have any extras on my person, but I could definitely arrange for some. As well, I'm not certified as a counselor, but I'm willing to lend an ear with a promise to keep things private, unless someone's life is on the line. Could you perhaps tell me a bit about yourselves?"

At first, Magnus was merely passively attentive as she spoke. Then, Miss Americana began to not only refuse his offer, but not-at-all-subtly insult him and his company. He had to spend several moments regaining his temper; another unfortunate inheritance from his father. Still, he controlled it, mastered it, and channeled it. "Perhaps you haven't heard enough about my company, if you think our only goal is making money. Though if you want to tell the tens of thousands of men and women I employ that they have to work for free, by all means. If you want to end up making more prosthetics for more people with less infrastructure, by all means. I'd hoped to work out a joint venture for the betterment of all parties involved. Perhaps others will be more interested. Good day." With that, and without waiting for Supercape, the Baron marches out of the room, a white-knuckle grip holding his portfolio folder. He didn't stop marching until he'd reached the elevator, where he performed yet more mental exercises to calm his temper.

"I dunno. Crime-fighting tends to keep you in pretty good shape, even if you're using magic. Plus, couldn't you find some anti-cholesterol spell somewhere? I mean, sure, use magic to fight crime and all, but why not use it to improve your own health, right?" He takes a few more morsels of his steak, then continues. "I mean, the ring here's been making me a better man, quite literally. It's like it's prepping my body to handle larger amounts of power, or something. I'm sure I'll always need it for the fancy stuff, but I think one day I'll be able to do a halfway-decent job even without it." A frown crawls across his face. "Which would be handy if another fear demon or whatnot pops up. It seems to react poorly when I'm less than confident, if you know what I mean."

Fenris had been undertaking a fairly quiet patrol of Freedom City. More than anything, he wanted to stretch his legs, see what the armor could do, and start getting a good feel for the layout of the city. It just so happened that he ran across a young woman being accosted by...a couple of things, and what looked like, perhaps- 'A magic user? Grah! Of course such a person's causing trouble, even here in America.' Then again, "ran across" is kind of relative when you're about a city block away, on a rooftop. He couldn't hear what was going on, but he could see just fine. And what he saw was more than enough. "Let's see how those critters like this!" He raised one arm, and the cannon port on his forearm lit up, before spewing lighting over the whole distance, striking deep and true at the stony creature. "Ha!" With a flash, he disappeared from the rooftop. There was a flash at the bottom of the building, followed by another about halfway to the site of the brewing battle. Finally, he appeared about 50 feet away from the fracas, both arms raised, cannons glowing brightly (along with much of the rest of the rather intimidating armor). When the wolf-themed individual spoke, his voice was like a rumbling growl, something a bit less than human, but definitely more than any wolf could ever speak. "Back away from the lady."

Right then. Gonna PPC-snipe that Gargoyle, I do believe. Attack: 28. Booyah! Crit! So, DC 28 Toughness Save.

Carson stood with the other musicians, clapping and cheering at the announcement. He barely restrains from trumpeting his joy for them across the city. Wouldn't be polite. Nonetheless, he cheers as loudly as anyone else, waiting until the bride and groom have walked out before stepping down from the stage. He shakes hands with the other musicians, as well as the minister, before walking into the attending crowd. He slowly mingles through, not really joining any person just yet. He actually didn't know that many of these people. At least, not with masks off.

"I know this will work, just trust me and follow my lead!" Cobalt Templar hesitated for a moment. But between the sheer conviction in his double's eyes, and the stirring words from the two Edges, something sparked within him. With a smile, he took up position just behind and to the right of Cobalt Templar. "Let's teach these scumbags a lesson they'll never forget." With a grin the two of them worked in concert, their powers flowing out and actually mingling, until finally a huge energy cannon rested on the right shoulder of Cobalt Templar, one of the trigger handles grasped in his left hand, while Cobalt Templar steaded the weapon, the other trigger handle grasped in his right hand, even as a harness wrapped around his body, and braces extended into the ground. With a wordless cry, the huge gun charged up a large sphere of energy, and then fired, the shot flying true and striking against that terrible villain, the Tiger!

Right then. So. Doing a Combined Attack Blast. Also having both Corbins apply All-Out Attack (+2 Attack/-2 Defense) and Power Attack (+2 Damage/-2 Attack). So a total of +13 (8+5) to Attack, and a DC 24 Toughness Save, 26 if both hit. Shooting at the Tiger. CT-Prime Attack: 24. That hits, so time for... CT-Paragons: 26 That hits as well. So, big old energy blast, DC 26 Toughness Save.

Right, so. Basically won't be on until lat this evening; between lunch, and errand, and then off for gaming group, won't be around this afternoon.

Magnus listened attentively as Miss Americana spoke, nodding as she explained her particular designs. At her demonstration, both of his eyebrows nearly joined his hairline for a moment. "Well. That is quite impressive. Though, isn't it a bit of a concern, giving such powerful limbs out to the average person? I mean, don't get me wrong, Yoshida's mesh definitely isn't the best option. But...Hm. Let me redirect this a bit." He opened the folder he'd been carrying for a while now, and pulled out a simplistic design schematic out from it, handing it over to Miss Americana. "That's the very rough, very vague outline of an idea I've been working on. Magnus & Sorenson Technologies has recently developed some Electroactive Polymer Muscle designs that I think blow most other designs out of the water. Light, strong, low-maintenance. The only problem is, they're too strong. We're having trouble with, among other things, dialing down the output power. Right now, we'd like to see about having you aid us in getting the design perfected. My company's good, and we've got smart people, but a fresh perspective might be just what we need. I think you're that fresh perspective. Now, I understand this is a bit sudden. Here's a card with my information on it. Take some time to think the offer over." He went back to watching the demonstration limbs for a moment. "What power source do you use?"

Magnus grinned at her answer. "Nanofibers? Brilliant. Just brilliant. I can tell I'm in the right place here." He offered her his own hand to give a polite, firm handshake. "My name is Baron Magnus Vilhelm Katastroff. May I just say it's a pleasure to meet, you, ma'am. Truly, it inspires me to see such minds as yours here in a place like this, working for the whole of mankind." He looked around again at the limbs laying about, his gaze thoughtful. "What method do you use to simulate human muscular tissue?" His question seemed to be a hook, something intended to go further...but where?

Magnus spent several long moments looking at the lab. He nodded to the various lab techs, and he even made a small circuit around the room. He touched nothing, but observed everything. Finally, he ended up near the queen of this lab space, Miss Americana herself. He stood back a respectful distance, watching her work with obvious interest, and absolutely no disgust. "How did you overcome the problem of secondary optic nerve overload?" He's genuinely curious in tone, and patiently waits for Miss Americana to step back from the workbench a moment.

Magnus raises an eyebrow at Supercape. "I hope we're not interrupting her too much. I know this sort of visit is a bit disruptive, but I really do think we all have a lot to offer each other." When they were in the elevator, he turned and looked at his tour guide, a smirk on his face. "Glad you think my heart's in the right place. Means I don't have to speak to my cardiologist." When they walked into the lab, he made sure he was presenting the friendliest face possible.

Almost astonishingly, Magnus seems entirely able to keep pace with his description! "What if you inverted the spin of the loop here, and then injected a bit of gamma-wavelength energy here?" That folder had pen an paper, likely just for such an occasion. Suddenly, the Baron stopped speaking for a moment, a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry about that. Um. Perhaps I could speak with this Miss Americana first? Her work stands highest in my mind as having potential we could invest in, in a lot of different ways."

Corbin glanced at the chaos around him. Hm. Seems that hadn't worked that well, either. Time to take cover. "You're not the only one with instant forts!" With that, his powers reached down around him, rapidly shaping and compressing the snow inside fields of strangely cold flames. Before long, he had a one-man fort set up, and he was crouched inside of it, quickly packing together a couple of snowballs. "Someone's going to end up ruing something about today! There will be ruing, I tell you!"

Right then, init time. 18, fairly respectable.

CT just raised an eyebrow. "Well, busy is busy, I suppose. Still, maybe next time you hit a streak like that, at least drop her a text or something to let her know "hey, I'm insanely busy, not sure when I'll see you". I mean, we do good work, don't get me wrong. But we have the right to live lives too, you know? Anyways. She probably gave you the proper earful." He shook his head with a chuckle as Blake went all goofy. "Yeah, yeah. Wonderful, beautiful, smart, and so on. You're pretty much head-over-heels for her. Think I had that one figured a while back."

Hoboy. Reflex, DC 24. CT-Prime: 18. CT-Paragons: 10. Toughness Save: CT-Prime: 29 CT-Paragons: 23 Edit: CT-Paragon gladly takes an HP from Edge-Paragons to shake off his Stun.

Corbin looked around himself, surveying the ever-growing snowball fight. Then he smiled a devious smile. "Hahaha! You all have done nothing but give me a target-rich environment!" His Snowzooka disappeared, and bright blue energy whirled about his form for several moments. The snow levels around him noticeably dropped. Finally, the glow faded, revealing Corbin's new attire. There was a mad grin upon his face as snow began to roar out from the incredible contraption, flying every which way around him. "Hahaha! So much snow! Dance, dance for my amusement!"

Stunting an Area power off of my Blast. Rank 8, it'll be a Burst around Corbin. So that's 40 feet of snow flying out, and a Reflex DC of 18. :D

Magnus gives Supercape a flat look. "Hn. Well, the Swiss hand them out for free to everyone, so maybe that balances out for the rest of us being "gun shy"." The fact that he doesn't say anything more on the subject suggests he doesn't wish to debate the issue at this time. 'The sheer irony of a man who shoots radiation at muggers being holier-than-thou about Americans having guns.' he thinks to himself. Baron Katastrof diligently followed along with the tour, nodding at times, and even asking a few very knowledgeable questions. It seemed his skills extended beyond "being a noble" and "helping run a huge company". "I would imagine such a reactor would be rather costly. As for being a living "Star Trek sensor"...fascinating. Though I've heard you have more abilities than just perceiving radiations, yes? " After entering the lift, he takes a few moments to think. "Well, I really had hoped to, at some point, speak with the scientist known as "Dragonfly". Some of her work interests me a great deal. Miss Americana also piqued my interest; specifically, her work on prosthetic limbs. Do you have anyone working in materials science? Or alternative energy production? All of those interest me."

Will Save! Will Save: 27. He makes it quite handily.

Gabriel grit his teeth as Vigourie suddenly loosed himself from his bonds. Then, his mind was assaulted by the mad warlock's power. His faith, his righteous anger, and his sheer Irish stubbornness all worked together to help him keep a clear head. So it was that the same energies that had stripped Leraje of his infernal defenses now lashed out at Vigourie's less powerful defenses. "I say thee nay! No more shall you harm this day!" He floated a bit higher into the air, his voice rising to a new crescendo as he lashed Vigourie with his words, seeking to shake his resolve. "You are corrupt! Evil, through and through! You speak of human will, as if you were some blessed saviour for mankind! But you MURDER CHILDREN! You accuse the innocent! You confound the well-meaning! You pervert all that is good and right in this world! You traffic with demons and unholy powers!" He flung his arms wide, and there was a sound like a mighty trumpet. "NO MORE! This day, you face justice! This day, your sins are punished! This day, your feeble powers face the might of Heaven itself! Repent now, or face the Wrath of God! The Trumpet That Signals The End!"