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Alright, the Attack roll please! -2 modifier of course, but the UB's have a -2 modifier to Defense, so that evens it out.

GM With a soft hum the screen in front of the four teens shone to life, revealing the lined, habitually impassive face of their Headmaster. "Now that's out of the way, on to business. This is a prerecorded message unfortunately, paperwork for making clear to the state bureaucrats the validity of our accreditation is time-consuming, so I won't be able to answer questions like I normally would. However, thankfully, the simulator will provide an audio-visual explanation of what's about to happen prior to the start of the program. Seeing as you're all new to the use of the machinery Mr. Cage has agreed to be on hand for the duration of the test in case of the slight possibility of computer error" Leaning slightly backward(enough at least to see the collar of his turtleneck), Summers' briefing began: "The testing will be divided into three sections: combat, problem-solving and escape. The simulator will explain in greater detail what you are to do and how, followed by a five-minute period where you may ask whatever questions you wish. Each section will take around ten minutes to complete in full, and as this is preliminary you won't get extra-credit for completing it more quickly than the average, that feature is available in more advanced missions. After completion of the test, you will have as much time as you need to rest fully before attempting the next challenge" Clearing his throat slightly and taking a small sip of water through a nigh-totally invisible straw, he finished quietly "Do your best. Step into the pod and you will be transported to the simulator" With a faint 'pop!', the screen went black.

Their gams are augmented. Anyway! Omen's turn is now.

Vahn, if you don't want to write a response to Gran's post I'll write up a GM post and continue the thread, alright?

The younger man nodded earnestly "<The sickness has reached me too, though I don't suffer the full effects yet. I can still help you get what you need and assist in solving the case>" getting back up he began the laborious process of re-donning the more inflexible parts of his armor. As he re-armed himself, he reviewed the information that he had so far gathered from the woman's corpse(he winced as he glanced back at the decaying pile on the tarp, glad he had covered it with his cape): it was almost a certainty that she had been killed by Gallu due to the distinct odor that still hung upon the body, Gallu had changed for at least once while attacking due to the different animal marks on her bones and flesh, the last change had been into some kind of cat-like animal like a tiger. The picture wasn't promising. Gallu could change form on the fly, thus enabling him to subvert others' tactics with ease. No matter which form it took it was quite powerful, and it could rip a normal human(Such as myself...) to pieces with ease. If they wished to combat it they would need to either be in a battleground set up overwhelmingly in their favor, banish it back to wherever it came from, or else call in somebody much stronger than they. He made spoke his considerations to the other two men, asking them at the end "<...so, what in your views could we do to either discourage Gallu from further attacks, or else enable use to conceal ourselves from it?>"

Marceau himself was hardly in perfect health. While he didn't have the symptoms Marcel was suffering, he still had that feeling of simple wrongness that often accompanies diseases. Still, he felt a lot better than he guessed Marcel must. "<You poor man!>" he cried in horror, taking Marcel by the hand, seating him and industriously swathing him in a blanket "<I'm so sorry this happened to you, and it wouldn't have if you hadn't helped us>" he sat glumly beside him, wondering if they would end this investigation in the hospital. Looking at Rene he asked "<My friend, do you have the power to heal Marcel?>"

Skipping sheep's turn, it is now the Oliverti UB's turn. Same as before, moving All-Out to cover 120 ft. in this round. The Driogano UB will do the same. They are now both at the front doors of the warehouse.

Sitting with a slight whooziness on one of the hard white chairs near the left-hand wall, Subito leaned back experimentally onto the stiffness and uncomfortableness that was the briefing-room's furniture. Glancing over casually at Serge and Kristin he commented "This is like those restaurants that want you gone the moment you're done ordering" settling as best he could, he watched the screen(and Marcus's face) with interest, wondering what the agenda of their trip to the near-legendary Doom Room was. I hope it's something to do with robots he thought excitedly, That would be awesome!

GM The guidelines were very easy to understand, following the general rules of conduct that Marcus might have expected for making sure that such sophisticated equipment was left unharmed even at the power levels Claremont sometimes operated at.

Fort save is: 19...dang. EDIT!!!: Second Fort roll to see if KoS suffers its effects immediately, 22. Not today, Gallu!

Setting down the body with great care, Marceau crouched next to it, a wave of gloom washing back over him as he examined the rotting body. Rene's "What now?" startled him out of it, and he began at once "<Well..we need to figure out how exactly she died. Clearly it was an animistic attack, but what kind of animal will be quite helpful in finding out more of what Gallu can transform into>" he held up the tooth he had recovered and put in a small capsule in his belt "<This too. If the creature really was Gallu that is>" He then began the long and gruesome process of figuring out which harm had come before which, if the victim might have been dead before certain blows, what kind of being could make which kind of mark with which of its weapons, and the other manifold horrors that needed to be learned before they could proceed. The wine did a great deal of good, though he as a rule never drank. By the end of it, Marceau felt sicker at hear than he had for many years, and the dead thing was still in front of him, leaking dankness and the maggots that had taken root within. It was a relief to stand up again, put away the recording device and sink onto the floor, staring miserably at it. After a moment he looked over at Rene and Marcel "<I have learned..a great deal. Could we make ready to sleep for a bit? There is one last thing I need to figure something out from that gash on the left thigh and I would like to come at it with a fresher mind>"

After a few minutes, during which Marceau tested the moving of his now invisible body, he said eagerly "<Many thanks Rene! Now, I'm off, I think you and Marcel should take a different route back, maybe even stay at a hotel for the night or something. Might keep Gallu from figuring out for sure where we have our base>" Bowing deeply, he added awkwardly when he realized he was invisible "<Uh, thank you again, it's an honor to work with you two>" he set off back through the sewer, wading quickly through the rushing stream of filth to the nearest service tunnel, where he quickly(after more than a little exertion upon the achingly-heavy metal)he pushed his way back into the cool Parisian night. Adjusting the dead weight he carried, he made his way quickly up onto the nearest roof, where he began a careful routine of movement across the skyline, never letting his footsteps be heard above the softest of clicks, thumps and scrapes. The aged, weakening construction held up far better than he had expected, with only a few crumbling walls and cracking roof tiles interrupting his progress. With rather more care than speed, he made passable time nonetheless, dropping onto the roof of Marcel's home with a soft thud of impact on the heels of his feet. Turning to the front door he gave a soft knock on the door, hoping there wasn't a horrible monster inside that would turn him to hamburger.

GM "Quite astute Mr. Irons!" declared a nearby voice, the slight crackle of static signalling its electronic origin "You're as new to this as the other three, but your real experience means you have much less adjustment to undergo. Please step inside the pod and we'll begin" With a soft whisper of movement, a section of turf dropped down a few inches and slid into a previously concealed slot. From the vacancy arose a neat shimmer that resolved itself into a small elevator-like box. The doors cycled open "Please get in as quickly as you can, it can't remain invisible for longer than 25 minutes" Once the four were inside, they felt the sensation of their centers of gravity shifting rapidly as they traveled through the tunnel network underneath Claremont Academy. With a soft thrumm it finally halted, opening its doors to reveal a small room filled with small furniture and a large screen covering most of the wall opposite the elevator, with a long, narrow shelf carrying a single black electronic tablet. "Now then" declared the voice "Please take a seat Mz. Jones, Mr. Explinker and Mr. Sondo. Mr. Irons, please take the tablet with my guidelines for use of the combat simulator and we shall begin the briefing" stated the voice of their headmaster crisply.

Alrighty, taking ten on the Stealth check for a 'roll' of 25.

The King of Suits shook his head emphatically. "No need to worry Mz. We aren't even working for Asad unless you specifically ask for employment from him" adjusting his seat to ward off a slight numbing sensation in his left leg, he thought back to his conversation with Amir those weeks ago. "As for a code of conduct: we're totally autonomous so long as we don't try to harm the group, things like trying to discover each others' secret identities and such are right out. Other than that our only real duty is to be ready to aid each other if needed. What this group is supposed to be I can't stress enough: a loose confederation intended to give a large number of answers to any problem that comes up" he leaned against a chimney "Asad supplies the base and general financial means to get where we need to go, as well as whatever intelligence he can get from the assigned intel gatherers, along with a communicator badge tuned to a certain frequency that does what you would expect it to" he waited for any response to what he had said.

Hello Philip! Welcome to the site! Hope Defiant checks out, looks to be an interesting guy to play! :D

So, I assume KoS will need to roll a good Stealth check to make it back to Marcel's house without letting anyone know that an invisible man carrying a corpse is running around the roofs?

After a long time spent staring at the black and red bundle at his feet, Marceau declared "<Rene, that will do fine for me. Make me invisible, and I shall not be anywhere near another's nostrils so that they cal smell me. I'll use my grapple gun to get around above the streets and make my way back to your house, I'm sure I can find my way back>" Slinging the corpse gently over his shoulder, he began to make ready for the upcoming rooftop trek, tying it carefully to his armor and jumpsuit through the loops and blunt hooks that previously had seemed entirely decorative. He still needed a hand to keep the corpse steady, but otherwise he considered himself quite ready to go swinging through Paris. Although, he thought to himself, The buildings around here for a half a mile or so around will likely be in ill repair, and that includes the roofs

Marceau dropped the cape which wrapped the rotting corpse in shock "<So..so that means it knows for sure we're after it?>" he looked back at wall behind him, as if trying to look back into the room they had just left full of blinded, maddened rats "<And it can now track us and attempt to kill us at any time now?!>" he had never felt a deeper terror in his life. Humans he could fight, even monsters like those fish-like Deep Ones or the red beings with the myriad of powers he could screw himself up to do battle with. Something as alien as an actual demon, one who could turn themselves into pretty much anything, wasn't on his list of "I Can Take This". Shaking himself out of a near paralysis of fear, he gently picked back up the fallen body "<So, what do we do now? Get back to the surface and try to gather as much as we can from this poor woman's body, then try to gather more evidence and find more clues?>"

The stocky teen whistled admiringly in response to Marcus's exposition of his powers and their basic origin, though he had to admit his friend's commentary was reasonable, he didn't want the senior to get the idea that his powers were being insulted. "So you've got shape-shifting powers? Neat! I haven't met any people with magical powers besides myself so far" He glanced over at Serge and added lightly "My friend is very much into finding out how stuff works, with any luck we'll get a lecture on the workings of the Doom Room when we get there to satisfy him for a bit"

I am gratified to say that the exact same thoughts about Archimedes crossed my mind. Yes, odds are he will want to..inspect M&J rather than assist them, seeing as in this point in time being able to move through what is seen as immutable as time was(is?)thought to be is considered "Totes impossible, yo!" by the learned of the period. Agreed as well about it being a good idea to ask for payment in materials needed. Mt. Etna being on M&J's tour map is pretty much an inevtability. ;)

Nodding an affirmation, Subito began at once "With the power granted me by the Blue Dame, spirit of Puerto Rico, I can survive underwater at immense depths without drowning, being crushed or suffering from the cold, as well as being impervious to the effects of poisons..I don't know why" he admitted sheepishly "Additionally, I am granted increased physical might and endurance along with the capacity to understand all languages spoken, and this banner I can summon makes me effectively bulletproof and allows me to fill others with hope" he looked across the field, adding "And i can hear things dozens of yards away, though I've been trying to downplay it to keep from being interrupted by somebody in another building"

Startled out of a reverie on whether or not he ought to go flying off to see the front desk for any news of any problems with the assigned senior, Subito turned and smiled politely at the imposing figure of whom he guessed was the senior. "Nah, we were just waiting for a few minutes, no problem!" walking up he shook the older boy's hand emphatically "I'm Subito Sondo, you must be the senior, nice to meet you! Hope I can be of help on our training" Gee, he looks a bit dour, might be a good idea to keep from acting too chummy, might rub him the wrong way he thought anxiously to himself.

GM Far below, the rustle of tarps, clatter of net buoys and stamp of booted feet on the deck came to a sudden silence. The boat motored along, but the earlier racket had ceased entirely. The world drew in its breath... WARRRGHOOOOOMMMMmmm! With a roar of power, eight bolts of red light blazed towards the low-flying Fulcrum, most of them slammed into the sea, where they burned away immense gouges of water, but one hit, slamming directly into the Terminus-powered heroine! Even after the shots were sped, their red light still lingered in the sky, an unholy beacon over the rolling black seas, casting ghastly shadows upon the deck as four scurrying figures dashed around their cargo to bring new batteries, grease sticky gears or investigate the mysterious dent in one of the coffins...

I meant the DC30, good roll IC! Anyway yeah, I'd prefer to go first to tell about how the sky lit up etc, etc...