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Move Action to get down into the Street where the fight is taking place. No Time to Lose! Sending a pair of bolas at the legs of the Sword Statue in order to halt its Dread Advance! 9. Critical miss. Okay, re-rolling that if I may. Power Attack(+5 DC, -5 to ATK) 16, +10 so 26, -5 so 21! DC19 REF save.

GM after meeting with one of the many doctors that dealt with injured supers, the two went their separate ways, El Heraldo to his dorm at Claremont, where he found a frigid lecture on getting into things that he didn't know the expanse of from the iron headmaster. After several minutes of intensive soul-searching, Summers at last sent him to his room, with an extra load of coursework and a very slight compliment on his assistance with the rescue. The next few days were far less painful than he otherwise would have had to endure, the broken flesh and bone mending itself wonderfully well after the care given by the discreet surgeon. Fulcrum on the other hand had a little while more of patrolling to do. There was an attempted purse-snatching by a guy who looked like a walking wall and hit like a freight train, three murderous emissaries of the Green man who tried to attack a flower shop with the aid of a very deranged spirit of summer, and a theft from the Freedom Natural History Museum by what turned out to be the god of jackylopes. All in all, just another night in Freedom City! AEGIS Headquarters, September 10th 2011, 9.02 P.M... Director Powers stared through the sound-proof glass at the small, harshly-lit room beyond, where two of his men where grilling one of the captured agents. He seemed amazingly eager to talk, gladly volunteering information even when it wasn't specifically asked for. As the glare of the light brought tears to his green eyes, and a slow trickle of sweat down his dark cheeks. It turned out that he had been part of OVERTHROW, on a mission to capture metas that had mutated into their powers, in order to make some kind of weapon out of them, something biological. According to him, the fact that those robots had been sent after them AFTER they were caught in the act meant that the terrorist group had effectively dumped them, and would have happily killed them to save their secrets. After learning that he had embarked from a boat parked out in the middle of the south Atlantic, how many were likely to be aboard and their armaments, the was sent back to his cell to await departure to a stronger cell than could be found at Freedom City. Director Powers stroked his beard grimly at the news, knowing fully well that this might be the first attack in an entirely new kind of war with the notorious terrorist group. Marching rapidly to his office, he began his rundown of calls to make, friends to put in place at various locations suspected of harboring OVERTHROW cells. After making the needed arrangements he thumbed through a dossier marked "New Powers". Tapping a pen against his dark temple, he began writing down the address noted in one article he found especially eye-opening, Powers began to reschedule the months ahead, there were interviews to be made in Freedom City...

GM "Of course sir" said the young woman behind the desk, with the kind of pleasantry that bespoke a complete apathy for anything but the latter half of the sentence "May I have your card?". She rapidly completed the wanted movement of money into the account, barely loosening her grip on the professional smile she wore, and upon its completion she asked politely "Is there anything else you'd like to do while you're here sir?" Synth's request for a loan was welcomed heartily by the young man behind the desk she approached. The fact that she hadn't any kind of identification whatsoever less so. "I'm sorry miss" he said at length, after poring over the Eastern Seaboard regulations for loan application "I can't give you any money without some assurance that you are who you say you are, a passport, driver's license, something with your name and picture on it" he shrugged apologetically "Again, I'm sorry miss. Though," he added dubiously "I must confess I find it odd you wouldn't already know that. If I may ask, how did you think this would work?" A sudden arrival of five more patrons caused a slight stir as they conspicuously began settling themselves wherever a line was not, casually standing at attitudes that argued a rather different intention than most of the other visitors had.

That works, the door retreats back into the walls and ceiling.

"I suppose that makes sense" Subito agreed, frowning at the new questions this opened up. He'd have to think this over tonight, this warranted serious consideration. "Sorry to hear about that planet attack Luke, didn't mean to stir up any bad memories" he added more than a little sheepishly. He merrily joined in with Kristin's ribbing of Serge "Yeah man, save it for when the Lor hire you as their science guy, don't waste all your best material when they can't hear you" At Kristin's call for her chocolates Subito deftly tossed the container to her(a rubber band securing the contents inside) "These are awesome Kris! What do you call these again? I bet my sis would love these things" The bird was enraged at the spectacularly poor shooting of the American Air Force having killed the living daylights out of its entire nest, and he watched in awe as the puppet was waved around the miniature landing strip for just a few seconds too long, with foleyed-in shouts of "Our bullets aren't hurting it!" as stock gunfire noises raged in the background.

El Heraldo had focused entirely too much on the confrontation between Kris and 'Dr. Diablo'(as he had christened the bizarre man in his mind), and what his sister warned would happen on such occasions came true: his grip slackened just enough that Diego had room to force an opening through the pin. The stocky youth madly tried to re-establish the hold, but Diego was already out of his reach by the time he had focused himself. With a snarl of exasperation, he took the Banner from his back and got ready to break up any attempt on Cruz's part to hurt someone. He guessed that the maddened Diego was hardly the only worry they'd now have though. Privatus Bacchatus huh? Wonder if he's got any more who turn into that when he says that phrase...

I'll fail the check a'purpose, as Subito really doesn't expect Diego to be able to resist that much. Initiative roll: 11.

Panting a little as the weight was withdrawn into the ceiling, Subito peered into the dimly-lit space before them, whistling in amazement at the sight. Starting, he turned to his friend and grinned broadly "Just what I was thinking: if I don't try to see what's in here I'll forever wonder what it could have been. At least we can clear out anything that might be dangerous to hikers and campers" he glanced over at the white computer tower that shone like a beacon in the dimness and felt a deep suspicion about what had happened. Stepping inside the complex, he answered Serge's suggestion about a team with obvious interest "That'd be pretty neat! We'd need a couple more people to do it best, but I'm sure we'll get connections in not too long. In fact I was going to ask Kris about forming a temporary team with you and me, but I hear the Irregulars are pretty keen on having her on their team" he shrugged mildly "From what I've heard she might like them, no business of mine" peering into the gloom he remarked "Pretty spooky place. You got a flashlight?"

A lean, bearded man wearing a tan pair of coveralls strolled in just after the other three, whistling a tune that someone who knew about such things would have recognized as a folk song that dated back to the early Ottoman empire. He was there for the truly inconsequential business of depositing checks from his job at the accounting office, something he could have done more remotely if he wasn't such a people person. Settling into place just behind Max, he let himself relax and fell into a near-doze..until he heard the tell-tale tapping of a touchscreen phone. Throughout his entire life in places that popularly sold such things he had never had the chance to use one himself, and even at the variably high-tech bases the super-teams that had sheltered him used he had been largely forbidden to operate their complex equipment. As a partial result, the small devices that did so much as modern cell phones did were an endless fascination to him, and he watched with interest over the tattooed man's shoulder at the deft flicks and taps that sent the rotund birds at the fortified pigs. As is common, the rudeness of watching over another's shoulder was easily forgotten in the interest of seeing whatever they were doing.

GM The crank was turned with little difficulty by El Heraldo(though an unpowered Subito might have had more trouble), and soon the weight was raised, a bar was heard to slide back, and the cavernous space behind was revealed. Lit by a dull orange light from failing bulbs, a massive metal space carved into the rock under the soil of the Wharton State Forest reared up, criss-crossed with scaffolds, catwalks and more than one bridge that stretched far below them, visible between the gaps only partially filled with towering pillars leaking a dull blue fog from the cracks that dotted their immensity. All about was the sound of hammerings, and thuds, and a distant rattle of some conveyor belt. Everything had a vaguely industrial feel to it, there were no soft corners, and the smell was frankly awful, of rotting things and chemical spills somewhere far below. In the maze of bronze-colored metalwork, the only oasis of color was a tall white computer with a small monitor set into its side, segregated from the machinery by a glass case. This island of sterility was comparatively brightly lit, and had a large wheeled chair with a swivel seat in front of a table placed at the edge of the computer tower. An note must be made, namely that the door to the false cave outside hadn't closed.

Player Name: Arichamus Character Name: Wave-Eye Power Level: 10/11 (152/170PP) Trade-Offs: -3 Attack/ +3 Damage (Conch) Unspent Power Points: 18 Progress To Gold Status: 50/120 (Gold Status earned with King of Suits) In Brief: De-powered and disgraced triton who has come to Freedom City hoping to gain entry to the Freedom League(believing them to be Siren 's retinue), and make amends for what he's done. Alternate Identity: Nochehuatl Identity: Public Birthplace: What is now the Rocas Atoll off the coast of Brazil. actual birthplace lost in geologic shifts. Occupation: Marine guardian, superhero. Affiliations: Atlantis, sea gods, marine creatures, Freedom City Coast Guard, Charity. Family: Chimali(biological father, long deceased), Tlaloc(stepfather) Chalchiuhtlicue(mother) Description:Age: 12,007 (DoB: 9989 B.C. Apparent Age: N/A Gender: Male Ethnicity: Red-scaled from waist to foot(when transformed), otherwise vaguely ruddy, with prominent facial features with no distinguishable analog to human ethnicity. Height: 7ft. Weight: 400lbs./181.4kg. Eyes: Blue. Hair: Dull green. Nochehuatl is an unusually tall, broad-shouldered, roughly human sort. His broad mouth full of sharp teeth, interconnected hairs, bulging eyes(a trait he inherited from his father), spined, claw-like hands and reddish, finely scaled skin proves otherwise however; not to mention the fact that he can transform his legs into a powerful tail, tipped with a dragon's arrowhead. A marker of his cultural origin, he retains the piercings, tattoos and ritual scars that cover most of his body from head to tail from his days in the armies he has fought with. In imitation of the heroes who protect the surface world he wears a costume in the form of light ornamental bronze armor decorated with carvings of sea life. Power Descriptions:None of his external powers have returned yet, though he can change his tail into a pair of scaled legs similar to a humans with a flash of light. History:A "triton" is one of two things: the oceanic deity and messenger of the sea, or one of the manifold children of sea gods who serve as guards and solders of the marine deities. Wave-Eye is one of the second. Born thousands of years ago off the coast of what was to become Brazil to the ancient human sailor Chimali, and Chalchiuhtlicue the Aztec goddess of water, Nochehuatl lived many years in the rush of constant training, eager to take his place in the serried ranks of the marine deities' armies. His adoption by the dreaded fertility god Tlaloc after his marriage to Chalchuihtlicue was a profound impetus in that direction due to the god's distinct disfavor on a half-blooded creature as his ward. In those days, the waves hurled and crashed over an immense, bitter struggle for control of the waters of the planet, into which he enthusiastically flung himself at the tender age of 56, an auxillary commander in the army of his mother. His motivation by filial affection was tempered somewhat by the ever-present fear of his father, who while he ruled a pastoral afterlife of ease and plenty, never lost his taste for blood. One of his first duties as a young triton was to gather the souls of those sacrificed to his father and bring them to the Tlalocan, which left an indelible impression on him, a mingling of fear at what the god demanded in return for his services, and awe that people would give so much for them. In contrast to his distant paternal relationship, he often saw and spoke with his mother in her murky home far below the surface, in the underground lakes and rivers that he spent much of his childhood in and learned the rudiments of morality in her care. At the age of 240 he obtained his parent's permission to leave his home, and travel abroad, where he fought for and against nearly every power in the waters, watching with curiosity as the Atlanteans built up their civilization after sinking beneath the waves. He tended to avoid them, as they had little love for creatures like him. By the time the majority of the war was over in 4000 B.C., he had been banished into the worming caves beneath the surface of the Earth, serving whatever dragons or small gods would have his power, deformed by a curse of the dragon Mizuchi to bear a mark of shame for his initial refusal to send deadly serpents into the boats and homes of fishermen who refused to worship him(an incident resulting from the stirrings of a late-born conscience), gnawing the bitter anger of his shaming for what he saw as a foolish and childish exercise. At length, as he slid and swam through the dark caverns of the world, he heard rumors of the slow changes, and he felt the shift of the dimensions at the sealing of the Pact. Encouraged by this though grieved that it would now be much harder to visit his parents, he ventured out into the wider world of the dimly-remembered waters in the year 1500 A.D. In the ensuing ages, he gave his strength to whatever cause seemed kindest and most likely to benefit humans. However, aside from bringing fish to people and driving away sea monsters, his efforts were distressingly limited. It was in the year 2004 A.D. that he first heard about Siren, from two Newfoundland fishermen. The paucity of truly beneficial work he could do led him to thinking: seeing as this Siren did good works all over the world, maybe he could make up for some of his evil actions towards humans if he got into her service. After deliberating for the better part of a decade, he finally set out for the Freedom City in 2010, taking care to reconnoiter the waters around the city as best as he could. In the centuries after the 1800's, he had done very little in the way of exercise or combat practice, and so had gradually retreated from battle altogether, leaving him in a state he knew was downright pitiable compared to his old glory. At last, in 2012, he ventured into the city itself, centuries since he had last walked among humans... Personality & Motivation:After all that's happened to him, Nochehuatl is grim. A life filled with endless struggle, battle and nearly ceaseless killing on the behalf of others has deeply embittered him to fighting after learning its real cost, but it's the only thing he's known or fully understood in eons, and old habits die hard. The ancient gods hold the majority of his awe(though he knows how selfish and cruel most of them can be), but humans he has much more indeterminate feelings about, a mingling of curiosity at what they'll end up doing in the physical world and envy that he'll never really be part of it. On the other hand, he bitterly regrets the evils he did to them in the past, and has been wondering how to make up for them in the eons after he was cursed. Ultimately he has no idea what he really wants to do, whether to remain in Siren's service if he gets into it, seek out something higher, or to find a way to become more human in his morals and thought. Powers & Tactics:The deterioration of his skills has reduced the once nigh-legendary warrior to a simple brute. He leaves finer combat to others, and simply lunges into the fray, relying on his diminished strength to win the day for him. Defensively, his skin is tough enough to repel small arms fire, and even the shots of a machine gun, so he rarely seeks cover unless he absolutely needs to. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Complications:Monster!: Nochehuatl looks quite fearsome to humans, and his appearance is likely going to get him into trouble sooner or alter. Reputation: Among magical circles, Nochehuatl's history as a a brutal mercenary is well-known, and finding allies amongst such beings might be that much more difficult. "This looks like a job for...!": He tends to assume he knows more about a situation than he really does, which translates to him attempting to take the lead on things he often knows next to nothing about. Abilities: 16 + 6 + 16 + 0 + 2 - 4 = 36PP Strength: 26 (+8) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: 26 (+8) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 6 (-2) Combat: 12 + 14 = 26PP Initiative: +3 Attack: +6 Base, +10 Unarmed Grapple: +20, 22 w/Move Object Defense: +10 (+7 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -9 Saving Throws: 2 + 2 + 6 = 10PP Toughness: +10 (+8 Con, +2 Protection, +8 Impervious) Fortitude: +10 (+8 Con, +2) Reflex: +5 (+3 Dex, +2) Will: +6 (+0 Wis, +6) Skills: 48R = 12PP Handle Animal 12 (+10) Intimidate 8 (+6) Knowldege (Arcane Lore) 8 (+12) Knowledge (History) 12 (+12) Knowledge (Theology) 8 (+8) Feats: 11PP Animal Empathy Attack Specialization 2(Unarmed) Dodge Focus 3 Environmental Adaption(Underwater) Improved Grab Improved Pin Interpose Power Attack Powers: 2 + 6 + 13 + 4 + 8 + 2 + 4 + 12 + 9 = 60PP Comprehend 2(Animals; Flaws: Broad Type(Sea Creatures))[2PP] Comprehend 3(Languages, All Spoken and Understood)[6PP] Device 4(Easy-To-Lose, Feats: Restricted(divine beings)[13PP] Conch of the Red Wave Wave-Forming Array 9(18PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 2)[20PP] BP: Damage 12( Extras: Area(Targeted, Cone 1200ft), Selective; Flaws: Action(Full-Round), Distracting; Feats: Indirect, Homing 2, Progression(Area) 3)[18PP] AP: Create Object 12(120ft. cube; Extras: Continuous, Movable; Flaws: Action(Full-Round), Distracting, Fades; Feats: Innate, Progression(Size), Slow Fade, Stationary, Subtle, Tether)[18PP] AP: Move Object 18(Effective Strength 90, Heavy Load 32k tons, Grapple 22, Range 240-1200ft.; Flaws: Limited(Water)[18PP] Immunity 4(Aging, Cold(environment), High Pressure, Drowning)[4PP] Impervious Toughness 8 [8PP] Protection 2 [2PP] Super-Senses 4(Darkvision, Tremorsense)[4PP] Super-Strength 6(Light Load: 685Lbs., Medium Load: 1466Lbs., Heavy Load: 1840Lbs., Maximum Load: 3680Lbs.)[12PP] Tail Array 2(8PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power)[9PP] BP: Swimming 8 (500MPH, 5000' per rounf)[8PP] AP: Speed 3(50 MPH, 500' per round)[3PP] + Leaping 5 (x50 distance) [5PP] Drawbacks: (-3) + (-0) = -3PP Vulnerable(vs. Fire Attacks)(Common, Moderate)[-3PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC23 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast Touch DC27 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Create Object Ranged DC27 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (36) + Combat (26) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (12) + Feats (11) + Powers (60) - Drawbacks (3) = 152/170 Power Points

A big thank-you to Vahnyu for the idea of making Wave-Eye into what he termed 'Aqua Lantern' with regards to the design of the Conch array; a water-manipulating sea-creature strikes me as uncomfortably similar to Bree's Undine, but hopefully this won't be much of an issue if at all. As it is, my intent is to have the Wave-Forming array never get an better, and increase Wave-Eye's competency(such as it might turn out) in other areas, like an orichalcum weapon, or commad over sea life...

GM There was a roar of applause as the fastest living creature on the planet soared past the unfortunate hound Gram, his tongue lolling in dismay as it watched the cat tear into the meat it had been promising itself from the instant it could smell the tantalizing odor. That done, Pericles serenely led away his dog to a less appetizing but more available dish of dried goat meat. After the meal and a quick drink for both of the animals, games continued, with such highlights as Jay and Gram walking backwards along a narrow beam without looking backwards, the two attempting to move a set of wooden blocks into alphabetical order at the commands of their master(luckily for Jay, Martin at least knew the Greek alphabet, even if he couldn't speak a word of the language), which Gram proved surprisingly adept at, and finally a match where the dog and cheetah had to switch the ornate peploses of some of the city's less reputable citizens between them at the audience's voted command. In this case, democracy moved quickly. It took only a few hours for Jay and Gram to run their courses, and for the pseudo-feline to demonstrate a speed and grace that would be called "monumental" at least for years to come. At the conclusion of the event, Martin was quite surprised(Jay less so) at the sudden crowd that had gathered around the 'theater and burst into hoots, hollers and general rambunctiousness at the conclusion of the matches. Pericles proved a good sport, blithely declared himself beaten, and payed the sum bet without a murmur. The two were feted for this shocking arrival of talent for several days, during which Jay outran numerous other opponents, outmaneuvered and outthought opponents and ill-conceived assassination attempts, and was treated with a deference and respect that could easily be described as 'royal'. Their departure saw them leading a wagon of their spoils pulled by a sullen ox that Martin's taming was considered a minor miracle. Martin was only a little unhappy to leave, mostly because despite their phenomenal success, Hermes had remained as short with him as before. Possibly a reminder of the difference between the 21st century American and the pre-industrial Greek. At any rate, they were soon on their way to the east and south, stopping by the towns, cities and villages along the way and getting a rousing welcome almost each and every time. "... and you shall see JUBATUS place these necklaces on the hand of the right lady before you can Blink your EYES!" "...so, in the mere SECONDS that these balls will be in the air, JUBATUS shall catch them and place them on the letters marked on the ground that correspond to those on the balls!" "Greetings! Do you all wish to see wonders the likes of which few of your generation shall ever witness?" and suchlike were most of the things Martin said on their plod along the road. There were few times he had to talk with Jay alone when they weren't making their leisurely way down the rutted track leading to the next stop, and often he needed to take care of the ornery and often downright mulish ox. As an unfortunate result, there was increasingly less reason for the two to interact at all, and so it gradually diminished, and would have probably led to a near-schism if they hadn't stopped at the city of Aetna, well within view of the volcano Mt. Etna... Martin nodded rapidly at the man's suggestion "Yes yes, that will do. This field will work fine" he wandered back over to the laden wagon and Jay, saying simply in a low voice "20 yards of wire and a twelve pounds of copper says you can't beat his dogs" the man had already gathered his animals to the muddy field beside the orchard, where the crowd had assembled to see the event, huddled in a multi-hued mass half a mile from the city, the road running past in its seemingly endless parade of mud, stones and fallen trees. Leading(holding the leash and making it look convincing) Jay to the assigned place at the top of the graceful slope, he raised his hand to the cloudy sky and let it drop, crying aloud "ONWARD!"

Subito was about to ask whether this might be an old supervillain lair, only for his question to be answered when the password was input. With a sharp tone, the air seemed to whistle out, taking with it the damp earth of the thawing cave, replacing it with the a metal shell of rusted grates, the water from the trickling stream running under the grimy ribs into what looked for all the world like a sewer. Before them, the deer skull still remained, as an ornament for a flat, bronze-colored door marked with the blue letter 'Δ'. A flickering of the wall revealed a small emitter mounted in the wall, previously hidden by the illusion the two had experienced beforehand. With a slight groan, the door slid open, knocking the skull onto the floor where it quickly revealed itself as being very much real by slightly cracking at the impact. Behind the door was a round tunnel, lit with a reddish tint by lights on the walls, floor and ceiling, and almost totally smooth. At the end was a simple windlass secured beside a heavy door, with a cylindrical weight on the opposite side, visible beside under something that at least looked like glass. In the silence, Subito said gleefully "This is getting better and better! C'mon, let's check this place out!" so saying, he flew down the tunnel towards the far door, rubbed his hands together and began to turn the windlass.

Crouching against the black-tarred tiles, Marceau gave himself a second to look over his plan. Clearly it wouldn't work quite so well as he'd hoped, due to the paranatural power of detection the demon-haunted statues demonstrated, but at least it also wouldn't be totally unfeasible. Dashing out from his hiding place, he gave a tremendous shout <"IF YOU CAN CATCH ME!">, and hurled his boomerang at the statue bearing the spear, noting with displeasure how easily the stone hide of the thing withstood its metal. As he had no way of knowing if he even could beat the things on the physical plane though, he quickly shuffled that out of his mind, and as he fell to earth he fired his grapple line on a lamppost across the street, swinging himself neatly onto the roofs that overshadowed it in an implausible feat of dexterity and speed. Thus retreating, he hurled himself behind another disused chimney, wondering how much smoke must have filled the air when all the brick towers he saw dotting the skyline must have been in use. He felt in his belt for a razor-edged card, knowing that he'd need a little more bite if he was to present himself as a real threat, and not just a stinging gnat. He wished he had enough money to pay for a good cell phone plan. Then he could have called Marcel and Rene himself, or even the local House chapter. He sighed and focused his ears on searching for the sounds of stone giants, as that was a much higher priority at that moment.

The password is JW3K9V5R4N56DD, not too complicated. The keyboard uses an input system that in aesthetics matches modern cell phones, but its wiring system and power supply, not to mention its materials, are obviously from at least 30 years ago. It looks to have been handmade, with numerous idiosyncrasies in the keys and much bulkier and more inelegant hardware than would be used commercially.

DC20 Computers check to figure out what the password is! The cave is..somehow not the same as it used to be, its dimensions have altered, noticeably increasing.

GM With a sharp ruble of earth, the cave shook, the trees trembled around the cave, and...! Nothing. The tremors subsided, the trees settled quietly, and the birds that had taken flight at the first hint of the disturbance came cautiously back to earth. Another button had appeared, right in the center which had previously been vacant: 'paswrd'. Additionally, a positively tiny alphanumerical keyboard slid out of a previously hidden panel on the back end.

Subito nodded and raised himself into the air, staring intently at the small, gleaming item on the floor. In a mere thought he was clothed once again in power, the Banner of Victory gripped in his hands and held ready for battle. After a tense second he asked casually "Say, we might need to bust open this place a bit to fight properly, in case something that needs to be smashed around comes out. Think I should do a little excavating, just in case?" he felt no fear of whatever might happen, at the very least he and Serge could fight it in the woods far away from any civilians to be put in danger.

The herald's ears caught the shouted words behind him as clearly as if he was standing right next to them, but their impact was dulled by the ghastly sight in front of him. He had seen poverty, hunger and deprivation before, and even had memories of some of the seedier sides of his old home in Puerto Rico, but this was something very different and worse. To remove someone's power of agency to the point where they were effectively trapped in a haze of apathy was a crime far greater than(he thought) any other he had encountered his his short time as a hero. It was thus with great reluctance that he flung himself through the air to grip the maddened Diego around the waist, trapping the man's arms under his own, and his into his ear "No. Attacking him like this won't solve anything! If we don't find out what he did and how, we can't stop others from continuing his work!" he kept his grip as tight as he dared, hoping fervently his strength would prove enough to keep Diego from doing anything terrible.

Subito needed no prompting on that. With a roar he soared towards the battered professor, his fist curling into a hammer of power as he swung it towards the armored man, using the counterweight of the Bandera to obtain an even stronger swing than he usually would have gotten under the circumstances. Unfortunately, he misjudged the distance, and his fist ploughed into empty air several inches to the left of his intended target. He glared at Expiostinot with a mixture of embarrassment and anger for his attack on Marcus.

...Right, right. Aiming for Diego, using the old Flight power to reach him in time before the suddenly crazy-strong guy does something horrible. To Hit roll: 21. Opposed Grapple check: 25.

On the other side of the door is a mass of inter-weaving EM, focused light and radio waves(no I have no idea if light's a wave or a particle. Particle wave?). They are directed at the space just behind the door proper. Their origin points suggest a security system.

May I make a Grapple check? If so... 27.

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