Thunder King
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The mechanical beast must fall, so Solvrytter is gonna smash it with a 26. That's a DC23 TOU save
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Who: Street level heroes, PL doesn't matter. If your PC hits the streets and fights thugs, drug dealers, etc, this is good for you. Should be a big part of their identity, but not required to be all of it. What it is: An organization, called The Network, that unites street level heroes with the goal of opening up communication channels. Heroes that are part of The Network will receive encrypted contact info for themselves and others, enabling them to get access to assistance. This could be information, a safe house to crash in, or even assistance from other heroes (provided they can and are willing). What it is not: This is not a team. These heroes would barely even see each other face to face unless help was asked and granted. In fact, players (and GMs) could feel fee to use the Network as a justification for why characters are teamed up in a thread. What the thread is: The thread is for the first meeting. If you want your character involved in the Network and the thread gets overcrowded, don't worry. Your character can still join the Network even if he or she isn't at the original meeting. Where: To Be Decided, but probably in a basement bunker. When: Also To Be Decided. If your character is part of the Network (which is likely if you ask), then your PC will receive an untraceable card, like a business card, with information on how to get involved. If your character is in the meeting thread, he or she has already gone through the process. The Mission Statement: To clean up the streets of Freedom City by talking with other heroes and trading information. Post away!
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Obligatory placeholder tag post. Will post rolls later tonight
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'Ricardo' simply raised his arms and chuckled. "Alright, alright boys. Go ahead. We both know I would never sully such a fine suit with something as ugly as a gun." When they finished searching him, he stepped over to get a drink. "Scotch on the rocks. Good stuff if you'll give it up, but I'm not picky." He said, grabbing a highball glass of the stuff. He walked over to the rest of them. "Ladies, gentlemen, nice to meet you all. No worries, no hard feelings. This is gonna be a hell of a night, win or lose." He gave a mischievous grin. "Let's make this interesting." He was planning on buying his chips as soon as he knew how. He'd never been in a gambling institution like this one, but he did have a certain amount of skill at games like this.
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Mali had to admit, the plan had a certain degree of logic. It also had a certain degree of insanity, but they already ran clear past sanity when they started trying to save marsupial magic lizard people from 66,000,000 BC. They were a psychic, a magic thief, a magic rock master, a dragon, a speedster with his head in the 80s and his (admittedly cute) goofball son who was currently playing with a Tyrannosaurus Rex. All that and an ordinary teenage girl with a penchant for punching and kicking. Mali shrugged. "I admit, it's not a terrible idea. But I'm no expert on dragons, or magic, or marsupial dinosaur people. I have to ask if anyone has any better ideas."
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Mali avoided facepalming. Tona was a dear friend, but still made the occasional blunder. Still, it seemed as though their potential landlady took it in stride, so there was nothing to be concerned about. "Yeah, Tona and I are going to probably share it together. I'm starting up college soon and I do not want to live in the dorms, so I figured a nice little apartment would work, even if it were a bit of a commute." She smiled. "Sam and Tona are two of my best friends, but Sam has her own arrangements for somewhere to live. I wanted a bit of independence, but I don't want the typical party hard drinking stupidity kind of independence a lot of dorms give." Mali followed up behind Lynn and, with a backward glance, noticed where precisely Tona was looking, then watched their antics. She gave a bit of an amused smirk before turning back around. Not that Mali quite blamed her. There were more than a few guys, from Claremont and elsewhere, that Mali had an appreciation for.
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Solar Sentinel, who needs an upgrade soon but is available if wished
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Charge, power attack by 2, so DC27 TOU save, autofire...and I got a 29
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Mali took a moment to gather herself before getting out of her car and locking the doors. She was a bit amused and concerned over Tona's distaste for riding in vehicles, but it worked out anyway. Mali wore black jeans and a black, stylish blouse. She wore black leather shoes and carried a black handbag to match. Her blouse had sleeves that were long enough to cover her muscular arms. All in all, her outfit was picked out to complement her tanned skin. She had recently come back from Thailand, and under her blouse she sported a few new small scars and a tattoo, but those were well covered. To celebrate the completion of a stage of her training, she got a stylized tiger tattooed on the back of her right shoulder. It was also a celebration of her graduation from Claremont. A different sort of training. "Hi, sorry, got a last minute text message. Nice to meet you, I'm Mali Benjawan." She said, as soon as she entered the door.
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Works for me
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Ricky, aka Ricardo, was one of his patients. Someone who couldn't keep his nose clean or his head out of gambling. He showed up mumbling enough about the game to get Tyrone interested in what the 'prize' was. Illegal, most likely. Still, he hadn't been gambling in quite a while, so he decided to steal the name for a bit, and go to High Steaks. Tyrone was a man who seldom felt the need to dress up. His job often required slacks and dress shirts, but all of that was off the rack and of a middling price. What Tyrone, aka 'Ricardo' wore to High Steaks was not off the rack. He stepped out of his car in a black suit, custom tailored and soft. Under the jacket he wore a black silk tie and a dark gray. His was slim, dressed to the nines, and handsome. Goatee was neat, hair was neat, Tyrone looked the best he had in months.
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"Someone is moving into the Fens. Someone with a lot of muscle, drugs and money. Someone too organized to just be a typical street gang. I followed my sources back to the west end, which is where I got the notion that VCR is involved. People love to exploit the poor." he did not seem to move his head, as if, well, as if he didn't need to. It was a little disconcerting to most people. In truth, Graft did not need to move his head because he literally had eyes on the back of his head, and the sides, and his chin...wherever he wanted eyes to go, really. Though he did manage to stop his 'eyes' from actually leaving his face, he was still receiving visual input from elsewhere.
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Gunnar kept silent, and managed to stifle a chuckle. Haukea's obvious nerves and Sam's playfulness entertained him, but it would be exceedingly rude to laugh. Especially since he had no intention of mocking either girl. Such a flagrant display of attraction and a bold approach to courtship also left him a bit confused. Where he came from, courtship simmered slowly, this 'flirtation' was a bit more than he was used to. However, he said nothing about it. This wasn't his culture, nor his world, and it would not do to impose his beliefs on courtship on them. That, and the thought of landing in the mechanical abomination distracted him from any romantic thoughts or criticism thereof. Takeoff was bad enough, how bad was landing going to be?
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Who: Space-worthy heroes Where: Space Synopsis: Solar Sentinel gets a call from the aliens he helped defend in the war, and finds that there are those who don't want to have peace and are trying to spark things back up... Proposal Do you like space? Do you have a hero who could survive in space? Is your hero between around PL8 and PL12? Well, check this out; The Zarnashi are a race of people who live in a small corner of a faraway part of the galaxy, ruling over a relatively small empire of allied worlds. The Makh'rell are the neighbors of the Zarnashi who rule their own, slightly larger piece of the same area. The two of them had many small and moderately sized border disputes for centuries before all out war broke out just under a century ago. The two races fought a long, bloody conflict and ultimately, Henry William Mason lead the Zarnashi elites to the Makh'rell base world, punctured their defenses, and stopped the war. There are those who hate the peace and want to resume the war, even if it leads to genocide on one side or the other. Solar Sentinel, a respected man on both sides, has been called by the Zarnashi military to intervene and try to talk them down and prevent another bloody war. However, Henry is probably going to need help... PC relevant details Characters involved in this thread will probably need to either be able to survive in space or provide their own transportation through space. Not needing to breathe isn't necessary, but it can help. Characters may want ranks in Galactic Lore, and social skills might help.
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Tyrone Mendoza, aka Graft, may actually be fit for this. He has good social skills all around and a reasonable level of intelligence, wisdom and charisma.
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Crimson Tiger is interested
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"Well..." Graft said. "I'm Graft, and this is a suit of undifferentiated biomass capable of transforming into whatever organs or tissue I need at the moment." He held his hand up and the strange material the suit was made out of seemed to slink away from his arm, exposing a very human looking hand. It slithered back up his arm and reformed itself into a hand, before transforming into claws. It shifted a few more times, adding greater bulk to his shoulders and arms, slithering out as a pair of tentacles coming from his upper back, and finally settling back on to the same default 'mode' it was in when he first appeared. "I normally don't show off what I can do, but, I feel like you folks would have good reason to be suspicious of the big guy in the meat suit." he looked around. "Someone is moving into the Fens. Someone big, and organized."
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recruitment Threadening.... the Threadening...
Thunder King replied to TheAbsurdist's topic in Archives
Maybe Mali for the Red Rat thread, but I have doubts as to how she'd even get involved. Graft is also a possibility. But Mali knows Errant, so she could be involved in either thread that involves him (Being good at stealth and recon helps). She could also be involved in the fight ring, because martial artist. Conversely, Gunnar, aka Solvrytter, is also in Claremont. -
Graft would probably be just 'big green guy who patrols the Fens' at around DC15 or so. I can't imagine anyone knowing much more, but I also can't imagine people forgetting seeing him, either
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Graft saw the brief flare of flame pop up in the infrared spectrum and spotted the clear outline of someone. He couldn't be sure if it was a hostile, but he also knew better than to hit first and ask questions later. With his incredible mobility, it was near effortless to dash up the side of the building and land on the roof. As he moved he made sure to correct the suit's tendency to forget essential parts, like eyes. The Graft that landed on the roof was one with a complete suit of armor. No exposed muscles, bones, blood vessels or tendons. He even managed to make sure a pair of alien eyes sat exactly where human eyes should be. Human looking eyes, he determined, would look even weirder sitting on an otherwise featureless face. "I should have figured another hero would be patrolling the area." He said. "Or should I say heroes? I felt a telepath contact me, I believe. I apologize for my monstrous appearance. I patrol the Fens mostly, I'm Graft." Despite his horrifying appearance, Graft always made sure to act friendly to reassure civilians and other heroes. Abrupt, horrified screams did him no favors. Especially his years.
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Okay, so, Graft is going to notice the mind reading with a 21 But he's not going to be able to stop it with 17 Basically, he's thinking about what he should be looking for, and trying to figure out a place to start figuring things out. It's clear that he's not hostile to the heroes.
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Mali had to stifle a grin at Tiamat's reaction to the situation, and nodded herself. "Yeah, that sounds cool." She said. If she got an opportunity to really see these dinosaur people in action, that would be an amazing experience. All of this was an amazing experience, really. When she put the costume on, she did not imagine that she would end up seeing real, live dinosaurs. Of course, she wasn't upset about it at all.
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Got a 25 on a notice check
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It always came down to drugs. Shootings and stabbings were problems on their own, but they were problems he could treat. He could sew someone up and if God was willing, send them home and on the road to recovery. Addicts were an entirely different issue. Drugs ate away at people and burned them from the inside, often destroying them completely or leaving them husks of what they once were. It hadn't taken a lot for Graft to coax information out of the young woman. Knowing what was happening in the neighborhood gave him the kind of information that could potentially help him save lives. A lot of dealers were independent or part of a small network. Dealers that were more organized was always a red flag. Usually it meant one of the bigger gangs was trying to muscle in on the territory. However, with VCR starting to help around the same time, well, something was off. He honestly hoped that the VCR were honest, but he had good reason to doubt them. Lots of people tried to exploit the rougher parts of the city for their own gain. Disguising it as a work of charity made him angry. It didn't take much information to find out where the VCR started their projects. It was a lesson that dated back to medical school. Sometimes the only way to deal with an infection was to cut it off at the source. With that in mind, he made his way to the West End.
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As per discussion in chat, going to use Graft's connected feat in order to talk a patient into divulging information. Got a 19