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9 posts. Alias of DM_Lazer_Beam.


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Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

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Treatment: 1d20 + 8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 5 = 19

Risen Fate, Franklin just motions you behind one of the ambulances conveniently out of sight of the SHRU officers. He applies your [Local Anasthetic] to the wound and applies a couple stitches.

Franklin frowns at the wound. I think there was some kind of venom on whatever stabbed you. Frankly, I've never seen a reaction like this. You really need to take it easy for a few days.

Remove 1 Bruise.

***

Timeline, Abrams looks rather non-plussed at your little speech and you hear him mutter. Fine, fine, dinnae need your entire life story, Timebrain.

Just as you are about to teleport away Abrams points a finger at you. I better not catch you anywhere near a crime scene again, capiche! Or I'll haul you and all your Superfriends down to maximum security and throw away the key. Frickin' vigilatism is gettin' out of hand.

***

Joseph, you "eat" your sub just fine. As you are finishing up, you hear a couple thuds on the roof. As you peer outside, you notice a blue and black clad Knight running away down an alley. he appears to have an empty parachute pack on his back. On the roof, you see two parachutes and an unmoving body (similarly attired to the first) with a scorch hole on his chest.


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Timeline, your insight into the guard's story reveals much as you'd expect. He got beat up, dealt a staggering blow to the already injured villain, and then tried to escape. Armed SHRU officers train weapons on you as you let Suvarna Ankita, the mayor and the guard go. Captain Abrams walks up eyeballing you with a most vicuous glare.

He talks with his men and they go to check on the status of the civilians. Colonel Kopel hobbles over after a minute. The two confer and Abrams steps forward.

Well now, Mr. Knight. Destruction of private property. Assault and Battery. Evasion of a federal officer. I can go on but I'm sure ye get ma meanin'.

He glances at Colonel Kopel. Even with the massive amount of property damage, they be meanin' to let ye off even wit that seein' as ye played a part in fightin' off dem other Knights. Me, I ain't gunna just let you go.

He shakes his head like he's not liking what he's admitting. He extends his right hand begrudgingly. Leastways not without knowing yer name. This coulda been a sight bloodier if'n you hadn't been there.


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Yes, yes, I'll send one of the cops to see that your bus gets back to the school. After it's been thoroughly checked of course.

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Abram's Expertise (Politics): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 Nope, doesn't recognize Joe


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

DM Only:
Opposed Insight: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Emit, you broke a ten so you add +2 to Baker's Deception roll.

Baker. I'm afraid your attempt to persuade Abrams does nothing to lessen the man's suspicious. You get the feeling he'd suspect his own grandmother of evil deeds if he found her at a crime scene.
Well that's quite the tall tale ye be telling lad. Would nae believed ya if it hadn't been though. Yer story checks out. But don't be skippin' town! If I find one iota of evidence missin' or tampered it'll be yer hide or I'm a cross-eyed gopher. Watkins, check the database for known time manipulators. And while you're at it, throw in history buffs and war re-enacters too.

@Emit: Y'don't say? Charlie! I want you to check the men's restroom. Look for any suspicious looking janitors.

Just then Madelyn arrives back with the tour list sign-in sheet.

Let's see here...Mahoney any of these names seem familiar to yo- Now hold it a second! You seeing that name too? Well I'll be a horsefly the size of the Serengeti, it's an old friend of ours, the Prauf.

He begins barking orders. Get more men in here, I want this place locked down ASAP. And whatever ye do, don't let the dang blasted military in here! They'll not be messin' with this investigation.

A definite smile widens the craggy man's face at his latest...discovery?

Now then you did say there was a Joe with ye when you was investigating this strange man? Not a certain Professor Joseph Fankenburg? The tour guide for your group?


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Abrams interrupts Ms. Fourmer. I'll be the judge of who is guilty or not, miss. So, Mr. Scott is it? Beam me up and all that. Heh.

Well, Scotty, you'd better tell me everything thing that you saw while you were in there. Judging by the scene, some serious shennanigans were about. But first, ye'd had better hand over the gear ye found on that loon. I've half a mind to put ye in cuffs just for that! Evidence department is already going to be on my back for the mess they have to sort through in that exhibit.

Oh, and Ms. Fourmer. Can you get that list of guests for those tours around that time? I'll thank ye from the bottom of me heart He says rather insincerely.

Madelyn hurries to the western side of the lobby where her office is.

Joseph, peering out from the men's room you can clearly make out Captain Abrams and his distinctive cigar. He talks loud enough you can hear the information above just fine.


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Joseph:
Your morph ability gives you a +20 to Deception only for disguise purposes. Not lying your pants off.

Abrams eyes you for a moment. Insight: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Uh-huh. Drake's abilities. Guess that figures. he looks over to Saul and exchanges a peculiar glance. BAH! Not like ye'd be responsible anyways, being an upstanding citizen and such. Lotssa friends in high places that'd be upset if ye was detained any further.

Well i'll go round me boys up and let the 'meds handle the cleanup. You keep on bein' that fine upstanding citizen there Prauf.[/b] With that Abrams noisily stomps out the door.


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Joseph:
"Someone" let loose a "blue wave"? Are you tryin' ta tell me that you didn't see nuthin'?! I find that hard ta swallow.

Abrams looks over to Sierra. The way I see it, you two are the only ones within the radius that are unaffected. So one of you two is the perp. If Prauf Joe here ain't it then that leaves just you. You got something to tell me, lass? Being an unregistered Meta is a serious offense. Better to spill the beans now and come clean.

Something nags at you in the back of your head, make an Insight check.


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Joseph:
Abrams motions you towards J. Tienman Tower. After you, Prauf

Sierra tries to slip away but the Captain stops her. Now where ye be trying to zip away to? Ye're an eye-witness lass. Now let's remain civil and follow the good Prauf here into one of dem lecture halls.

You arrive at the tower and enter the small lobby. Students and teachers alike are unconscious lying wherever they had been standing. Abrams raises an eyebrow at the mess. In-ter-est-in'.

Once you, Sierra, Abrams, and Saul settle on an empty lecture hall on the ground floor, Abrams takes an aggressive stance opposite you. Alright Prauf, we're someplace private. Now spill da beans. Did you or did you not whammy everyone within 1,000 ft of this building?!

He leans in closer. You can smell the cheap smoke from his cigar filling your nostrils. Your friend here filled me in on your background. Says you was a meta back in the day. Got awarded medals for fighting da enemy and all that. So i'm thinking it's ye that is putting da kabosh on dem that be protestin' your...kind. One of them insult yer grammy or sumtin'!?


Male Human Captain of Special Hazard Response Unit (S.H.R.U.)

Joseph:
Captain Abrams begins talking around his cheap cigar.

Well, ain't ye a fine, upstandin' citizen of de cuh-moon-itty.

He glances past you at the couple dozen still-comatose bodies on the campus lawn.

Mind explainin' just wut ...or who...is responsible fur dis? Not that I'm much complainin', mind. I'd just as well be rid of them whole lot as breathe, but I be needin' to know exactly why dey is all o' a sudden takin' a dirt nap.

He points his cigar stub in your direction.

And you look like just de the fella to tell me, Prauf.