KnightDisciple

Gabriel Do Not Seek It Without 6 IC Posts (ongoing) Dog Fight 7 IC Posts (ongoing) Tree House of Healing 23 IC Posts A Night On the Town 6 IC Posts (ongoing) Triumphant Meetings 11 IC Posts (ongoing) I Need a Mage's Opinion 10 IC Posts (ongoing) White Saturday 8 IC Posts (ongoing) Faith and Liberty 8 IC Posts (ongoing) Baby Bayb 8 IC Posts (ongoing) Carson Finbar and the Deathly Fellow 1 IC Posts (ongoing) The Things We Do For Charity 8 IC Posts (ongoing) Sound Off 3 IC Posts (ongoing) News Post 1 IC Post Wiki Page Running Total: 100 IC Posts Viginette for both sent to Ecalsneerg Cobalt Templar Champagne Shenanigans 13 IC Posts (ongoing) All Your Bank Are Belong to Us 15 IC Posts (ongoing) It Takes All Types 12 IC posts (ongoing) New Kid On Campus 4 IC posts Too Many Questions, Too Few Answers 6 IC Posts Reputation Chart HellQ 20Q Running Total: 50 IC Posts As of 11:00pm, CST, Tuesday November 30.

Corbin was giving Blake a solid "You're just making stuff up, now" look. Nonetheless, he didn't directly challenge the other boy's statements. "Really now. Must be hard to hide that from the RAs and teachers and such. You'd think such a line would be noticeable. What draws them in? The color scheme, the tentacles, or your taste in music? As for the lessons, can I get a small preview of the course contents? I won't have to try wearing green, will I? I'm not a guy who looks good in green. Or with a bald head. What costs a thousand dollars? Your best-selling novel, bound in hand-crafted leather with pure 24 carat gold filigree?"

Carson returned the hug with a smile, his white coat slung over his shoulder. "Thanks so much for everything, Stesha. And yeah, I think I'll take it easy for a bit yet. I'll ring you if things get worse, but I imagine that's behind me. Maybe just some occasional aches, plus a few scars. Don't forget to take it easy yourself; you could probably use the break just as much, if not more. Take care, and God Bless." With that, he stepped through the plant-portal that Stesha had opened, ending up not too far from his apartment building. A short, quick flight later, he was secure in his own home. It was a bit dusty in here, but not too bad. "I'll clean up tomorrow, when I've got a bit more rest in me." Things weren't looking too bad, when all was said and done. Maybe more people could use a bit of time in a tree house...

Gabriel turned in shock at the noise, and stood there dumbfounded for several seconds. "A bloody giant robot? This city is bloody crazy sometimes!" As his fellow heroes attempt to bring down the metallic giant, Gabriel flies about 20 feet into the air, sonic energy surging around his body as he focused all his efforts on taking down this monstrous metal menace. "Begone!" And with that, a surge of sonic energy lashed out at the robot, battering against its plating as Gabriel sought to buy time for the civilians to run away.

Hoboy. Looks like it's time for me to play Debuffer. Full Round Action to use Ranged Paralyze. Attack Roll: 4+10=14 INVISIBLE CASTLE! :x Right, HP to re-roll that one. Attack Roll: 6+10=16. Since this is a Hero Point, I add 10 to that, so 26 total. Edit Right, apparently 14 hits the thing. Scratch the above bit about the reroll. That'll be a Will Save DC21 as the robot fights off the crazy sound waves! EDIT 2: Scratch everything up there. Power Attacking, for -2 Attack +2 Damage. Attack: 8+10-2=16. So, it hits. DC 28 Toughness Save.

Initiative: 6+2=8 Darn you Invisible Castle! :evil: I guess Gabriel's just shocked by HOLYCRAPGIANTROBOT!

Gabriel cleared his throat. Everyone could still hear him just fine. "Perhaps make arrangements where donations are done beforehand, or are handled in a private area? We don't want donors making spectactles of themselves as they drop checks with large monetary amounts into the "anonymous donations box". As well, perhaps it should be strongly suggested that participants cannot, ah, compare check sizes?" The very slight double entendre sent a chuckle through the crowd. "After all, it's more about the people getting the gift, than the people giving, yes?"

Corbin gave her a confused glance, then shrugged. "As you wish, Estelle." Corbin glanced at the good Doktor, and gave a small, snorting laugh. "I walked into that one, I suppose. Sorry to disturb the show with my musings." He continued to watch, awed at some of the complicated maneuvers Victory was achieving. He wasn't anywhere near as good as this guy! Maybe Cobalt Templar could ask him for tips one day...

Corbin noticed the final preparations occurring, and gently nudged Estelle, pointing towards the crouching Victory as he did so. "I think it's about to-" At that moment, Victory launched into the air. Corbin ceased speaking, his arm slowly falling to his side as he watched the dazzling display. The cyborg seemed so fast, yet so graceful in the air. He found himself feeling a hint of jealousy. "It much be great. Being able to fly like that, I mean. I wonder if heroes take it for granted, or at least the ones who can fly. For millennia, man has dreamed about flying, told stories about flying. Just over a hundred years ago, the Wright brothers achieved that dream, and yet it still fell short of the full glory of our collective imagination. But now? Now, we have so many amazing people who simply think hard enough, and they soar with the birds. It's incredible. It must be, to be up there, free, soaring, turning..." While there was wistfulness in his voice, it wasn't as heavy as his words employed. Then he turned to Estelle for a moment with a sardonic smile and a wink. "To put it another way: I want my dang jetpack already, hm? Just like those old movies promised us."

Gabriel frowned. He appreciated the idea of such a charity event. But such a high bar for entrance would likely mean fewer funds raised. He lowered his altitude a bit, though it was unneeded. His mastery of sound meant that everyone, even the recording devices present, heard him as clearly as if he were standing next to them. "That's an awful lot of money to require for entry. Surely there's a better way to respect the privacy and dignity of the families involved in this great charitable endeavor, than requiring a full million dollars be donated just to attend. Why not lower the bar to something like a thousand dollars? That's still no small amount of money, but it means more people can attend and donate. A million dollar door charge sounds like a recipe for social posing. Might want to require that donations be anonymous to the press. This event's about caring for families of lost heroes, not puffing up egos. Then, route the funds through charity that respects privacy, and you're golden. Now, don't get me wrong. It's a fabulous idea, and I fully support it. I just think you should open it up a bit, hm?" Gabriel had a winning smile on his face as he floated there in the air, his voice oddly quiet and calm for someone that such a large crowd could hear so clearly. And he was just such a...such a swell guy!

Corbin blinks, then grins. "Your roommate literally fights with the Power of Rock? That's pretty sweet. Any other folks I ought to be aware of as "cool people"?" He idly returned to his drawing, seeking to finish it while he continued his conversation with Blake.

Corbin quirked an eyebrow and gave a lopsided grin. "That so? Hm. Maybe, maybe not. Besides, I'm not the one modeled after Cthulu. Just which of us should be watching which for villainy?" He winked and shrugged, indicating it was very much a joke. "And I don't think anyone here is evil, really. Just...not as nice. It's actually refreshingly normal, though. Helps me adjust to this place a bit easier. Just haven't quite found my niche yet, I suppose."

Normally, Gabriel didn't patrol this far north in the city. Southside needed all the help it could get. But Carson Keefe had had another guest lecture at FCU, and so he was flying back to his house. While he could have covered the distance in nearly the blink of an eye, he chose to fly lazily through the air. He had nothing scheduled, and it was early enough there wouldn't really be anything to patrol against. So, he slowly soared through the air, enjoying the feeling of utter freedom. When he occasionally passed other flying heroes on their way about town, he gave a friendly nod and wave. Then he heard the muted roar of a crowd cheering. Curious, he adjusted his course until he was closer. He was a bit shocked by what he saw, to say the least. Two heroes, grandstanding for the cameras? It was good that they were doing hero work, but this sort of showboating... 'I can't understand such things sometimes. I suppose it's nice to be recognized, though. Wait, did that guy in the wasp outfit take his helmet off? Huh. I guess some people aren't as concerned as I am about such things...' He hovered closer, perhaps 50 feet up in the air, and about midway back from the front of the crowd. He simply "stood" there in the air, watching with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. His coat flapped slightly in the breeze, and his white costume all but gleamed in the sun. But with the crowd's attentions so focused, he went largely unnoticed.

Gabriel frowned as the remaining Power Corps members moved towards the truck. He adjusted his course, closing some of the distance, and bringing up his hand to fire another concentrated bolt of sonic energy. He then called out to the others. "I've got the one guarding the door! You should go after the one inside the truck!"

Hm. Move to within 70 feet of the truck. Take 10 to attack #8. DC 26.

Corbin gave a crooked grin. "You're correct. It is libel. Besides, I don't intend to do anything truly objectionable. I have consumed no substances it is illegal or inadvisable for me to consume. I'm not, ah....well, I'm not proving an embarrassment to my gender, we'll say. And I'm striving to be polite. I suppose if I stick to that, I should be okay, yes?" The young man just sighed and shook his head with a rueful grin. ""Dude"? That's...unexpected, all things considered, Estelle. Or...would you prefer I keep it at "Ms. de Haviland" or "Dr. de Haviland"? "

Corbin closed his eyes as he tried to recall the name. "Farrow....Didn't work with him personally. I think Professor Chaim Amar mentioned doing a lot of work with him, though. I have a couple of his books as well. Fascinating stuff. I hadn't heard about that latest discovery, though. It's honestly a bit outside my scope and time period. I'm focused more towards late BC through early AD. The Persian, Greek, and Roman Empires. Men like Alexander the Great, Julius Ceasar, and their ilk. While they could be brutal tyrants, there's no denying they accomplished a lot in their lives. And the more we dig up, the more advanced it seemed their civilization was." He smirked. "Whenever we prove there's not as much difference between then and now for how "civilized" and "advanced" the cultures are, it always makes me laugh a bit. I can't deny I appreciate aspects of modern life, but it seems like nobody ever wants to check the rear-view-mirror, you know?" He shrugged. "Any that trace back to ancient Israel, Persia, or other parts of that area? If so, they may have some insight for me. Though...hm. I might try to see if I can talk with the Scarab. If it gives me even a tiny hint about my ring, I'll consider it worth it. I love puzzles, but I don't want to spend my whole life on this one..." He trails off, staring for a moment at the powerful object on his hand. He absentmindedly slapped Mark's hand as he tries to steal another rangoon, popping the bit of food in his own mouth instead.

Gabriel quirks an eyebrow as he easily dodges the blows from 7 and 8. "All that high-tech armor, and you throw punches? Kind of disappointing, don't you think? Here, try this on for size." In a blur and an unnatural *hum*, Gabriel flies backwards a good 50 feet, raising one hand and pointing it at #8. He clenches his fist and "punches" the air; a sphere of rippling, compressed sonic energy leaps forward, rushing at the armored thug.

Move Action: Put space between Gabriel and the Power Corps guys. Standard Action: Blast attack. Take 10 against...8. 20 to Hit. DC 26 Toughness.

Carson raised an eyebrow at the plants around Stesha's couch. Well, she was a powerful plant controller. Made some sense at least. He walked to the counter, poured himself a bit more Sprite and grabbed a gingersnap, before downing both. He then made his way over to the bag that held the remnants of his costume. He opened the bag, and frowned. It really was in horrible shape; mostly bloody scraps of cloth. Though... Carson dug for a moment more, before pulling out his unique hooded duster. It was seemingly intact, and as he pulled it out of the bag and shook it out a bit, the dirt and blood on it seemed to simply fall off. Carson blinked, not quite sure what he'd seen at first. Then he smiled. "I suppose an archangel needs to make sure his namesake is well dressed, hm?" His eyes glanced upwards for a moment, before he left the rest of the "clothes" in the bag, setting the pristine coat down near the bed, where he himself lay down, his eyes starting to close. "I suppose a wee bit more sleep wouldn't hurt..." Soon, Carson found himself in that merry land called "Dreaming". These dreams had flowers and fields, and even a bit of heavenly music. Of zombies, skeletons, and evil mages, there was no sign.

Might as well round out or poor showing with an 11. Maybe we're getting the bad rolls out of the way now?

Gabriel had let himself gain a bit of altitude as the truck kept rolling without causing any accidents. He was actually not far from peeling off and heading back when the armored figures burst onto the scene. Soon after, another figure came roaring in, looking to intercept them. Our hero in white followed suit, rapidly dropping altitude as he narrowed his eyes. "You gentlemen in the armor should back off! This can't end well for you otherwise!" His voice boomed out, perhaps louder than one thinks it ought to be...

Gabriel isn't winged. However, his long coat could give the impression of wings, if you want to play off of that. Especially since it's bright white.

Carson gave a shaky nod as Ebee-beezer laid down his marching orders and flew off. When the bee was far enough away, Carson allowed himself to slump a bit against the flower. "Whew. That was an experience I'd rather not repeat soon. I suppose I should go check on Stesha." With that, he took off at high speeds for Stesha's house, where he would land and quietly go back in, trying to see if she was still sleeping, or if she was up and about yet.

Gabriel had started an early patrol today; he wanted a bit of extra sleep, so a head start on his evening route didn't seem out of order. It was a good way to get "back in the groove", as some might say. Suddenly, he noticed the truck barreling down the road. "What in the world?" He took flight from his perch on a rooftop, quickly matching speed with the vehicle, and attempting to discern what might be going on...