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Darn. That's another Daze, and an Injury(damage was Lethal). Welp, Ironclad's turn, take it away Rav.

Alright, Weissnacht will pay NO HEED to such a one as Corp., and instead will go forward with his plan to beat the Penitent into the ground. Melee Attack roll: 30. Lordy, IC... Okay, DC28 TOU save vs being punched, if you please Shofet.

GM The shout from behind halted Weissnacht in his tracks, and with a slight click of metal on metal he turned to face the corporal. "Really, Penitent? You could-OH NO!" he exclaimed in horror, glowing blue(their color rather overpowered by the sickly sheen of the field) slits scattered over his helmet suddenly widening as he saw the pale blue orb held aloft. Quickly regaining his composure he declared with as much severity and dramatic power as he could "That..that will not avail you, Starblazer, or whoever you are! Come face me, I am more than a match for your cosmic might!" he adopted a combat stance, seeming to disregard the Penitent as he put up his strengthened fists in a boxing position.

How about this: I'll put in a reaction from Weissnacht about him nearly panicking because the guy just brought one of those things next to him, THEN you have your Attack post. Sound good?

GM It was practically child's play for Silhouette remain unnoticed by the hurrying men, who dashed back and forth across the cracked pavement carrying three heavy boxes insto the store, and the three watchers who stood idly by, casually scanning the perimeter with great care to spot possible intruders as far off as possible. At length, the two men had deposited their cargo and were payed with small wads of bills, which they both took without stopping to so much as thumb through it before slipping off in the van. As the roar of the vehicle's motor receded, the three watchers hung around for only about twenty seconds before two of them wandered back inside. The third(a thick-set, thuggish fellow with immensely short black hair) leaned against the wall next to the door, smoking and observing the world through partially closed eyes. The door led into a dry, quite cold stockroom, filled with crates, heavy-duty cardboard boxes that stacked up to the rafters, and a great many piles of odds and ends of a hardware nature, mostly screwdrivers, hacksaws and hammers budled with what looked like several thousand nails. Two women were bustling about with the two wathers from outside, man-handling the just-arrived crates onto a conveyer belt, which dropped them(with peculiar echoes when they fell off the end), into a lightless room. None of the workers noticed the moving shadow, hard at work and settled quickly into the methodical rythms needed to quickly move the oddly-echoing containers into the pitch-black room, their eyes never truly focusing on anything more than a few feet before themselves. Meanwhile, Stephen heard not a single tap of the King of Suit's feet as they sped along the roof above him, and he burrowed slightly into his coat, the chill wind that always seemed to blow through the Fens threatening to badly chill his vulnerable nose and ears. He shuddered at the vague feeling of being watched, and hastened through the double doors, through which he passed into a long, dilipidated hallway with walls covered in faded wallpaper, with a threadbare capret underfoot. Walking quickly to the room marked '141', he fumbled with a key concealed by his lean fingers, slipping inside the darkened room beyond, an audible click signalling the lock turning again.

No need to delete, just edit have him land behind Weiis and shout something threatening or whatever instead of blasting the guy.

Sorry VG, but I just checked to see how entering combat works, and you can't attack out of combat and then attack again in initiative order. Could you edit your post to remove the attack, please?

Okay, so combat order is: Corporal Cosmos: Unharmed, 1HP Weissnacht: Unharmed Ironclad: Unharmed, 4HP The Penitent: Bruise(x1), Dazed Go ahead VG.

Roll Init please! DC27 TOU save: 31. it is shrugged off.

The powerfully-built teen didn't need to be asked twice, and soon was muching contentedly away at a bun filled with just about every topping he could keep from falling off. As well, he was carefully reading through the dissertation on American Civil War-era cults worhsiping sea lizards. "You know," he commented thoughtfully as he read through it "I'm really not too surprised people thought this guy was out of his skull, considering how for most of my life nothing even remotely super's happened to me. But this guy is writing about a time when I'm pretty sure there were vampires working for the Confederates, the spirit of America got ripped in two somehow, and that's not even getting into the really weird stuff" he looked over at Agnes with marked puzzlement "Why d'you think stuff like what this guy wrote was so hard to take seriously?"

GM <"Agreed"> said the armored Austrian as he raised a hand, the metal bands sliding back to reveal the maze of interworked, pusling green tubes that lay underneath. With a dull whine, a lance of power blazed forth from the outstretched hand, slamming into the Penitent with enough power to turn the world into a wheeling mass of color and dull pain, leaving a painful bruise on the man's chest. With a grin that could be detected even while his head was so covered, Weissnacht continued <"You won't mind if I lead, do you? The 'Beating You to a Pulp' dance is a favorite of mine"> his electronically-smoothed voice gave a slight hiss of static as the metal-shrouded man walked towards his temporarily disoriented foe, the metal around his hands thickening for the blows he was about to strike with them... Meanwhile, the science heroine Ironclad had needed only a few moments to look the innards of the spherical device over before the true purpose and intent of the things became clear.

Notice check for Corporal Cosmos and ironclad please, DC20, taking 10 or 20 not allowed at the moment. Rav> Ironlad discovers that the bombs are really

They are protrayed by renowned Thug Archetype actors, so no chance of them beating that. Stealth roll for Kingy: 24. Stephen(Bystander) can't match that one, so auto-success as well.

Okay, Marcy will Power Attack(+-4) the door with his Guantlets: 14. DC29 TOU save for the door, which has a bonus of +8: 17. It is Disabled, and therefore will count as 'bypassable' ofr our purposes.

That works. Bomb is disabled for realsies. Alright, GM Fiating that The Penitent gets a Bruise and a Daze right from the start of the brawl with Weissnacht. HP for the trouble. Using the Armored Megalomaniac archetype from the Core for him. Weiss's Initiative roll: 7. ...Okay then.

It does. DC25 TOU save: 8. Holy cow. They dead. Other one shoots their Area attack, same REF and TOU DCs.

Taking 20 on the Notice roll, he will overturn every last strand of seaweed and peer under every barnacle for a fin of trouble. Search as well, if that is permissable.

Wave-Eye smiled as best as a fishman with a mouth full of sharp teeth could "Indeed. In any case, it would be good to know if anything IS under there, sea creatures like it when something blocks the sun near the surface, it grants them an advantage when hunting, after all." he regarded the strange-looking human girl for a few seconds before adding "I am called Wave-Eye, I am glad for your assistance(Though I wonder that children are considered for such tasks he thought to himself) and that is a...unique outfit you have. I have not seen such clothing on anyone here besides you and that one with the copper boat." He narrowed his massive eyes and edged a little away from the submarine. With a slight growl to his gurgling voice he said while eying the contraption "If it is your will to go down in that, I will trust your judgement, I would rather swim under my own power, as well it will allow me to scout the area without potentially delaying any plans you humans make. I will see you all at the ship." he bowed rather stiffly to Lord Steam and Volodimir, tensed himself, and soared into the water without a ripple, a flash of light and a briefly-glimpsed dragon's tail revealing his transformation as he sped through the murky dockwater to the Darwin.

With the resounding thuds of his feet on the floor Subito came quickly into view, almost crashing into a flowering dogwood as he slid around the corner, eyes searching rapidly before alighting on the now somewhat familiar woman. Walking up to her with long, swinging steps the young Puerto-Rican smiled brilliantly at Agnes. "That went fine Ms. Stone," he whispered excitedly "it even sounded right when it fell through the chute!" he looked at her expectantly, hands in his pockets, baseball cap still stuffed in a back pocket and nearly glowing with anticipation of the mission "So..what do we do now? Wander over to around the library and follow from there, or what?"

Basically, I figured Subito would just deposit the book and skedaddle, no real reason to hang around because...what would there be to see? So now he's met up with Agnes at the Assigned Meeting Place(leaving it up to Tiff to decide where that would best be).

El Heraldo was a trifle miffed at the reception. He didn't show let it show, however. "I have no doubt about that, Mr. Hayden" the dazzlingly-dressed young paragon acknowledged solemnly "But as my comrade Glow said" he made gesture with his hand in her direction "We need your help figuring out who is responisble for a crime at the Aquarium." he gave a quick explanation of what they knew so far, adding that "I think it might have been one of the men who helped make the replica, could you tell us who they were, please? Perhaps one of them noticed something unusual with the cast before it was sent for display?" He hadn't payed much attention to Morgan while flying him over to Hayden's house, he'd been too busy keeping his flying from being nausea-inducing for passengers, a complaint he had been getting for a while now.

Subito glanced at John in slight puzzlement at the 'pragmatic approach', but shrugged it off to focus on the more important issues. "I'm open for sparring as well Cerys" he offered cheerfully. "I'm not in the same league as Mr. Smith or Morgan, but if you need a mobile punching bag I got no objection to it." he had no illusions about his fighting ability, but he also knew he could be substantially tougher than most of the other students, who mostly had subtler powers and a focus on agility and not getting hit in the first place. "And I agree with you completely," he added "and if nobody has any objections, I'll get us all a third round of these wonderful parfaits, and we can continue the tour once they're gone."

If that's how you've planned this, sure! I'll edit my post if you wish.

:arrow: Added 1 to FORT and REF, and 2 to WILL, using up all unspent PP.

GM 'Hrnnngshurgh' bowed a head at Paragon's request, and pulling a few flowing limbs free from the rest of its body began working the oddly rough-hewn controls situated next to the massive doors, the bowed head saying apologetically over a chorus of howling "it will take a while, the er..gravtinroutic assemblicates will need to be quite thoroughly degaussed. It will unfortunately take a little while to get the doors open to let your comrades in." With a grind and screech of metal, the doors began to slowly be levered open by a fantastic assortment of clamps, stout poles and more than a few limbs from the creature. The movement of the doors could have been felt for several hundred meters down the hall, and it caused the area around the entrance to the center to tremble as the vast paltes were forced into their recesses, sending dust flying through the air. It took quite a bit of force to keep the doors from getting back out.