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Thoughtspeed gave a happy nod as Mind-Set re-evaluated "impossible". "It's a brave new world! I mean, you just see more and more interesting power combos in folks all the time." He turned to the alien stranger, his demeanor a bit more serious. "Yeah, we'll get you to the Freedom League. Worst case, they can help put you up for a little while until they help you get your ship fixed up, then you can be on your way. I think the most they might ask for in return is talking about what you saw at the Curator's place. Never hurts to get more information in case he tries something again, right?"
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Sun Walker, Monkey-King-Empowered Character
KnightDisciple replied to KnightDisciple's topic in Archives
I'm wondering if a bit more info would help folks in providing feedback (serious fluff-writing keeps eluding me because of busy life and such). History summary: Daniel's family is a pretty standard family of immigrants. Good, hard-working folks. Grandparents died of natural causes, father passed a few years after a work accident from complications, mother passed just a year ago from natural causes. No living family in the US (some distant relatives in China). Quiet guy, but friendly. Really good with electrical stuff. Likes his work. Less than a year ago he had a dream-vision from Sun Wukong that basically said "yo you're totes one of the kids of the kids of a kid of a kid of my kid times a few dozen, and you're gonna totes trololol bad dudes in Space and on Earth, have some power sorta like mine, try not to be a jerk with it, and do lots of face-punching of evil dudes". He spends a few months getting used to his abilities, goes out to be a hero, and shortly afterwards the Big Event happens, which (hopefully) I can use to connect him to some group or another in Space. Personality: Quiet but friendly guy. Tends to be no-nonsense in a fight. Likes to tinker with electronics. Not great with romance stuff; he can talk to ladies and so on, but just doesn't really know what to do, not a lot of confidence, etc. He isn't a "Nice Guys Finish Last" douche about it, though, he owns up to his own shortcomings. Still, possible fun avenue to explore later. He's terrible at witty pre, in, or post fight banter, though. Tactics: Punch things in the schnoz. A lot. Sometimes with his tail. Generally be a mobile, agile nuisance on the battlefield. Future developments: General beef-up of abilities. Swap out his smattering of movement powers for straight-up flight. Give him an Alternate Form that is a giant (like, probably Colossal-sized) four-armed four-tailed Ape that spits fire or lava or cosmic energy or something, and can totally grapple spaceships and stuff. So he can fight in a ship, or fight a ship. May or may not give him a Device for a weapon, not sure yet; if so, it might be a sword or something, as Ruyi Jingu Bang is still with its original owner, who is a distinct entity from Daniel. Areas of appreciated help: -Crunch evaluation -Hero name suggestion (I'd like to avoid "Monkey Prince", at the least) -Fluff help, especially with the Appearance in his "hero form", though as I get it written out critique on his background and stuff can't hurt. -
For many moments, the only sounds around the heroines was the breeze, and the faint sounds of exhausted people talking here and there. Then, there was a hum, like a choir warming up its vocal chords. If anyone there looked toward where the sound came from, they would see a figure in bright white and silver, glinting in the fading sunlight, arms spread a bit as a cloak rippled about their person. An almost angelic figure... Wait, no, it was just the hero Gabriel. He landed softly on the ground, walking over with a smile on his face. "Ladies, good afternoon. I'm terribly sorry I couldn't come sooner." He gave a helpless shrug. "League had me helping in some rather tense negotiations. Thankfully everyone stayed calm and work out a solution, but you know how it goes. I got word from the brothers a few hours ago, but only just managed to get here now. I truly am sorry I wasn't able to help earlier. The brothers are putting together some care packages now that they'll be bringing out tomorrow, and we're working with the brothers on Earth-Prime to get more emergency supplies routed out here. It's not as much as we'd like as soon as we would like, but we're trying to keep all of this fairly discreet. Plus it's hard to determine what's needed beyond the basics that we have until a few of them come take a look at everything. Oh! By the way, they said the infirmary at the hill is open if we've got anyone else who needs help. I know the Atoms brought at least a few patients over, but it's one of those things that can get a bit muddled, especially when we've got the one you recently set up, Fleur." He certainly had a way with speaking words, but didn't seem exhausted at all by it. He gave the four young heroines another dazzling smile, offering a hand to shake to whichever might be bravest. "Where are my manners! I don't believe I've had the pleasure, ladies. You can call me Gabriel. Anything I can do to help right now? Or will I just be playing switchboard operator for a few days?" The whole thing might be a touch confusing for those who lacked context on who the "brothers" were, what the "hill" was, and just what it was Gabriel could do, one might suppose.
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Thoughtspeed shrugged a bit at the alien's apology. "Yeah, well, next time maybe don't get quite so trigger-happy, you know? Besides, you should have known this was Earth and we've beaten the Curator, like, a berjillion times. I mean, yeah, we haven't blown his base up or anything but that's because there's people there, you know?" He staggered just a bit at the hearty slap from Mind-Set, but gave the other psychic a smile. "I cheat a bit, though. The blades are tied to how I'm also a speedster, see? Kinetic energy and all that." He grew more serious as Mind-Set gently questioned the alien, but opted to remain silent for the time being.
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Oblivious to the news that Cho was apparently getting a team of her own to lead, Thoughtspeed continued to converse with Brainclay. He gave the other psychic a slight smile as they continued to speak. "Yeah, I get what you mean about everyone seeming to have the gift. It was never as strong with me due to the nature of my powers, but for a while it was hard to make myself actually speak only verbally or only mentally; I broadcast both out a lot for a bit. I think we all go through a phase where we have to struggle a bit with the...I guess "context" of our powers. Just part of growing up. Anyways, if you want, I can try to see about sending you some contact information for other psychic-type heroes who are open to public contact or the like, see if any of them would sit down with you, even if it's just for a chat. Heck, I'm sure you could talk to the Freedom League, see if they have anybody." He tilts his head a bit at the "in joke" comment (his eyebrows being covered by the domino mask such that he can't visibly raise one), but then shrugged. "Eh we all have our own in-jokes and OH MY GOSH BEAR CLAW!" Sometimes speedsters have the attention span of a hummingbird, and when you're a hungry, tired, and sore teenage speedster, seeing one of your favorite types of pastries will distract you. In this case, as soon as the kids were told to "help themselves", Will was next to the table, two bites into a hefty-looking pastry clutched in one hand while the other almost daintily dabbed his mouth with a napkin. He gave a sheepish grin after swallowing (his mother's psychic rebukes stinging faintly in a closed-off portion of his mind), speaking up for a moment. "Uh, sorry about that. Guess I was more hungry than I thought." He's not sorry enough to not take another bite though, albeit at normal speed this time.
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The young man kept walking forward, keeping a steady but careful pace over unfamiliar ground, his eyes squinting a bit in the sunlight. He nodded as Starshot spoke of the various dangers. "Definitely wish I had my gear. But we work with what we have. Need to keep moving. If they're hunting us, moving is better than staying still. Can look for materials to improvise defenses as we move." Assuming he wasn't the only one moving along, he slowed his pace a bit to stand pretty much directly between the other two as they walked. When he spoke again his voice was soft, barely more than a whisper. "Something in the trees to one side. Keep alert but don't try looking about for them. Best to turn surprise back onto them." He moved with the grace of someone with years of combat experience. Considering how young he looked, he was either some sort of odd immortal, or he'd started fighting at an alarmingly young age.
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Will, still standing, stumbled as the world flashed around them, and then suddenly they were back, like it had never happened...except Will's helmet was still gone and shattered, and his suit stank of fire and blood and death. He blinked his eyes behind the mask, spots fading from his vision after a few moments. He took just a moment to consider the piles of beaten criminals, before making up his mind. He closed his eyes and stretched his mind out, farther than he had for a long time. But instead of deafening an entire city, his mind zeroed in on just a few people. Headmaster Summers, and any of the still-awake staff, especially any in the office of said Headmaster, would receive a simple mental message tinged with both exhaustion and...it wasn't fear, but at the very least, it was disquiet. --This is Thoughtspeed, myself and two others need assistance at--*insert address/location here*--, please hurry.--
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Will's gonna burn that HP he earned (if it matters) to stunt a couple more ranks of Communication off of his Psionic Light Array so that he can reach Claremont.
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Gabriel was well into scowling at this point. "Okay at this point I'm not happy." For a moment he tried flexing his muscles, but it was quickly apparent that "fit and athletic" was not "able to shatter solid ice in a single flex". So rather than spend precious seconds trying to break it with muscle power, he'd just break it with super-powers. He closed his eyes and concentrated, and his whole form began to vibrate a bit, blurring ever-so-slightly. After a couple of seconds, the ice surrounding him was reduced to glittering dust and tiny fragments in the air, which were left swirling in his wake as he rushed after Sagittarius as quickly as he could. He was already eyeballing his next shot at the villains.
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....Durr hurr, right. I'll use his move action to fly closer to Sagittarius.
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So, since Gabe is bound in the ice, if he uses his Blast (which he is immune to anyways), can he just full-on Power Attack for a base DC of 32, and if Autofire gets to count, that could bounce it as high as 37. I could say he All-Out Attacks as well, because if he can auto-hit the snare, he may well do enough damage to just free-action break the ice, and get another round.
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If the suit has 19 ranks of Device (hard to lose), and gives 95 PP inside the device, it should be 77PP (including the Restricted 1), not 73PP. 72PP for the device itself gets you 18 ranks, or 90PP.
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Sun Walker, Monkey-King-Empowered Character
KnightDisciple replied to KnightDisciple's topic in Archives
Obviously still a work in progress, but a couple requests to others. One, does his "hero mode" costume sound okay, or do those colors and such clash too much? The inspiration for the look is probably pretty obvious. But I would like some input on how that really sounds. Also, would I be right that his Additional Limb would, by default, deal the same Unarmed damage as his arms and legs? Meaning he has 10ft reach, effectively? -
Reflex Save: 18. Not enough! DC 25 Toughness Save: 27. That is enough!
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Will gave a falsely cheery smile as Paige asked everyone not to make trouble. "No more trouble than usual, anyways, Dad!" As his mother spoke, and he felt how grateful he was, he gave a real smile. He spoke back in an equally quiet voice. "Yeah, that sounds good. Dinosaur footage is never a bad thing. But those had better be the Spicy Sweet Chili ones and not the week-old Ranch ones. I've had a craving for like three days out here, and field rations are not helping at all." Nor was the awesome (or terrifying, if you paid the grocery bill) metabolism of a speedster, really. The Cline boys always seemed to be at least a little hungry. One of them could still get away with "but I'm a growing boy!", though.
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Thoughtspeed shrugged. "Like I said, you'll need to give me some time. As for rarity, I'm guessing you mean people with mental powers? If so, I don't think we're much rarer than anyone who isn't the "standard" powerset. You know, the strong-tough, sometimes fast, sometimes flying powerset. Not, like, a copy of the Centurion or anything, but same vein. Kinda weird that a lot of folks end up with that 'plus some', but I'm sure there's books and books from eggheads about it. Anyways, I think folks with your powerset, or at least something like yours, the pure-mental, is more common than me. Speed plus kinetics plus light plus mental is weird." Here he grinned and struck a pose. "It's part of my charm."
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"<I get the feeling your bear was just part of this whole plot.>" The stoic young man clearly spoke flawless German. He nodded his thanks when the cuffs came loose, rubbing his wrists a bit with a frown barely visible under the pain and skull. He look around as well, taking a few tentative steps. He didn't seem to mind being barefoot on rough terrain. That, or he just took pain really, really well. Both of the others would see a few scars scattered about his torso, varying shapes and sizes visible even under the paint and elaborate getup. "Seems a lot of trouble whether we're on Earth or not. Somewhat careful target selection, though. Don't know about you two but I can't fly on my own." He cast his gaze about again and started walking roughly toward where the star in the sky was. "We should get moving. Look for shelter, or tools, or something."
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Survival: 12. Notice: 22. EDIT: Trying to figure out where we might be, how bad this situation is, etc.
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Idly, Aleksander took note of who was milling about in the cafeteria at this point of the day. It was always interesting to map out the "nodes" of social activity on campus. He wasn't certain yet, but he thought that there were actually shifts over time. Without more years on campus, he didn't have sufficient data to determine if it was a matter of weather or one of unconscious shifts in social groups and dynamics. Of course, coming into the cafeteria proper made him realize he was a bit thirsty and just a bit peckish. "Water bottle. And maybe some mixed nuts." One couldn't go into a martial arts spar full of oily or greasy food, mind. He did note the fact that The Guest had a girlfriend, and was well-regarded by more than just Boss Man and Boss Lady.
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While the tour had given Nevermore a couple of ideas to work on with Boss Lady for future techno-goodies, shopping for new wonderful crime-fighting toys wasn't the primary purpose of the visit. Especially not when their information was so vague. Which was why the now-costumed Nevermore was perched on a building opposite Moffat Morphology Headquarters, peering through his night-vision lenses to try and get a sense of security patrols and the like. Of course, actually sneaking into the place might be tricky. While his companions were the sort he wouldn't trade in a fight, the hope was that this wouldn't end up a fight. Sadly, hopes were often dashed, even in a shining metropolis of the future like Freedom City.
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Gabriel's eyes were narrowed as Aires shrugged off his sonic assault, and proceeded to chase after Velocity. Perhaps a fresh target was the thing to help turn the tide anyways. That would be his story and he would stick to it. Thus, he turned to the most opportune target at the moment: Sagittarius, the apparently-mystical archer. Gabriel considered the situation for a moment, before raising his free hand and pointing an accusatory finger at the woman. "You! All your skill and power, and this is what you turn to? Petty theft? Ruthless endangerment of an entire town? And you bring a bow and arrow and a few magical parlor tricks to a fight with those who wield the forces of nature itself? What sort of thrice-over fool are you?"
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Maybe this round Gabe can actually affect someone... Free Action: Switch Array to Emotion Control. Move Action: Gain a bit of altitude (30ish or so feet) and move a bit closer to Sagittarius. Standard Action: Use Emotion Control (forgo the Area Extra since he's got just 1 target) to induce...Despair! That'll be a DC 22 Will Save!
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Alek had been satisfied with a good couple of nights' work. Weapons smugglers always left a bad taste in one's mouth if you couldn't immediately crush them. But it was pretty satisfying to knock the whole operation down, with minimal input from Raven. So when his bike, his beloved mode of transportation, started to die, he took it rather well. The sudden tasing, not so well, but by then he was "sleeping". Then he started awake, his eyes wild for a split-second before he blinked, taking in first his surroundings, and then his situation. And mode of dress. Creepy "tribal" outfit. Jungle. Handcuffs. Vaguely threatening note. "Not exactly my idea of a good time." He took another moment to examine himself again. "Also, poor taste." He tried to stand, though the impediment of a person on each side of himself didn't exactly help.
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Tagging.
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Will gave a wordless noise of surprise as the gun fired, and uttered another one of those words his parents had probably hoped he'd never learn as he only just managed to avoid the bullet hitting his head. Which was important, that's where his think-meats were. He was clearly so panicked he had swung back around to sarcastic calm, even as his initial spin lost control and he dropped Errant, the back of the helmet striking the ground. Cracks started to spread throughout the entire helmet, and as his momentum kept bleeding off in that bouncing roll, the helmet flew apart, his eyes thankfully safe from harm, but a few shards slicing into his cheeks. He probably wouldn't scar. Probably. "You ******* idiot I was trying to help! Are you so ****in blind you missed me evacuating civilians from the-" And then there were bullets and missiles everywhere, and somehow, Will's instincts meant he tackled the trigger-happy policeman out of the way of a cloud of shrapnel, before staggering to his feet and blurring into motion. He raced around, trying to get helpless men and women out of the way of the line of fire, until the two "heroes" flew off to a spot a few blocks away, where they apparently exploded. Once more he was knocked from his feet, but quickly was back on them and racing toward Cho's location, his form shining with desperate green energy. He refused to think about the already-dead people he'd seen just moments ago. The people screaming in agony at their terrible mortal wounds. More people than he could ever get to in time. But maybe he could at least make sure Cho was okay. It was his bloody fault they were here in the first place, if he could get her over to Errant those two could stay safe and maybe he could still save some lives.