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Hide in plain sight Dr. Quark slips behind the display mount (whatever was holding the mask up), hoping he can avoid the gaze of the supervillains.
Ok, some bad guys just showed up. I'm a tiny man trapped in a room with Mr. Wizard and Cold Nugget. Come in hot people. I have the mask, for what that is worth. At least for the moment.
Bring it on, punks. I think I have a plan for once
Techno Priest beats Siri and Cortana all to hell. I don't know what's going on at the moment. I haven't seen anyone yet. I'm wishing we had just gone ahead and stolen these things and replaced them with replicas. I am going to shrink down and hide on the mask, if someone comes to get it, I will try to hold them off long enough for you guys to give me some backup. So resolved, Dr. Quark runs across the floor and up the pedestal to the display case. There, he shrinks until the display glass becomes a beautiful crystalline hexagonal lattice and dives through the center of one of the hexes. Once inside, he finds a comfy spot near of of the mask's eyes and waits.
Dr. Quark is eating a tiny sandwich and drinking a tiny latte. He is settled in for a long wait. He is approximately the size of a cheese puff ball and sitting on top of one of the security cameras in the room. When the lights go out, he sighs and thinks, I hate it when I am right Keying his comm, Dr. Quark reaches out to his team Hey guys, I'm here at the museum, and the lights just went out, and I hear some strange noises. Anyone flying about who can swing over the Museum real quick and take a look?
Still around.
I can't say I know enough about PbP to know what the issues are, but I do enjoy these two campaigns. I'd go so far as to say they have reignited my love of role playing, so I would like to see the recover.
I'm not giving up yet.
So what can we do to get these two campaigns moving? I am still very enthusiastic about both games. I'm willing to carry some of the load if it helps.
Sorry, I assumed I would just know anything important about the items. Also, I assumed I had knowledge: history, which I don't. Doofus plays a smart guy...Wah, Wah (failure sound). Swift would do some looking, but don't have much ability other than google.
I am ready.
By the time Dr. Swift ended wrapped up the field trip and made it back to the offices, the new receptionist had locked up for the day. He went through the motions of entering a code into the keypad, knowing that sensors in the doorframe and the keypad itself were verifying his identity in ways far more complex than a 7 digit number. He took a shower and considered whether it was a better idea to break into a consulate or a museum, and whether he should try to watch the operatives he had observed or just keep an eye on what he thought they were interested in. He decided he would prefer local crime over international crime. Team, I think I am going to hand out in the Egyptian exhibit at the museum. Whatever those two were interested in, it seems like a good idea to keep an eye on it. If they are planning a heist or something, it might not help to watch them. They could have a whole group. I didn't see any security at the museum I can't handle. Go on about your business. I'll let you know if anything comes up. Also, is anyone worried that VIPER is picking off members of our team? First Ares and now Invictus? Swift dressed in a buttoned shirt he hated and an old pair of jeans. Heroing had a tendency to do bad things to clothes. He headed out the side entrance and hopped on a bus toward the museum. He would wait until the place closed and then make his way inside. Maybe pick up some schwarma at one of the carts outside the museum.
Swift gives the two men a thorough looking over with x-Ray and micro vision as they leave. Concerned about the men but unable to ditch the students, he moved on through the Egypt exhibit before the boys veered into the medieval arms and armor. Nothing to get a bunch of teenage boys to take their eyes off their phones like visions of mayhem and murder with beautifully filigree.
Um, folks, I'm not sure I'm completely comfortable watching a couple of special forces or military intelligence or whatever these guys are at the same time as JEFFREY, GET YOUR NOSE OFF OF THAT DISPLAY CASE, no, sir, could you please get ...Boys, that is worth about a billion dollars and an international incident if you break it At the same time as I am babysitting these high school kids. Swift move toward Jeffrey and his buddy, what was his name, Thomas, or Tomas, or something. He bumped one of the soldiers on his way across the room, hoping his proximity would encourage everyone to behave.
Swift backs toward the suspicious pair while talking to a group of students. And these artifacts are some of the oldest Egyptian Artifacts. For a long time, Narmer was the oldest name we had written down for a person, which is kind of cool. Of course, now we know about Atlantis and Predeluvian history, but that doesn't negate Narmer's likely importance as either the king who united the kingdoms of Egypt or at least consolidated the power of the throne. Legends about him being a sort of scorpion centaur or a professional wrestler are, of course, up for debate as to their veracity. Take a minute here to answer the questions on your assignment before we move on.. Swift scans carefully across the room, looking at the room and the men with his micro-vision. He pulls his phone for his pocket and thumbs on his comm. Hey TP, I assume you can look at content on my phone. Take a look at these two and see if they show up in any law enforcement databases. He shoots some pics of the artifacts, careful to include several shots of the two interesting fellows.
Maybe he is called away and Quark has to go with the teacher from the courthouse?
Swift waited until Aurora had her Supes headphones snugged around her head before keying his comm *Priest, this is Swift. I am on the way to the museum on a field trip with the kid, but we have a couple of problems upstairs. I think some fragment of one of those Viper viruses from the chopper hard drive has snuck into one of the modules upstairs. This morning when I asked for a check in with the house security system it turned on the microwave and one of the centrifuges in the lab. No big deal, but we don't want it getting into the MRI or elevator or something.
After an only slightly embarrassing showing at the AEGIS facility, Derek had realized that it could be useful to have superfriends. Considered application of superspeed, superstrength, hydrostasis, nanotech, and a master sculptor, he now had a beautifully finished clinic and modern home. The sign out front said simply and somewhat ambiguously Swift Medical. The facade of the building was a beautifully restored brownstone, but the first floor and basement interiors had all the appearance of a high end medical center. To the uninformed, it might be an exclusive fertility clinic, genetic research facility, or plastic surgery clinic. And he had a secret entrance into an underground base. That left him a little confused and feeling a bit like a supervillain, but he thought it was pretty cool. As Tuesday morning dawned, he was unpacking bagels from the closest deli. Aurora was doing whatever it took for a teenage girl to get ready for school. He tried not to pry where it wasn't wanted, and he didn't know much about hair, make up, or fashion. Good morning, sunshine as she emerged grumpily from her room. He had been making that joke on her name before she could understand it, and he still loved it in a corny dad way. Errrrrr she replied, doing her best Walking Dead impression, she reached out for a latte and grasped it with far too much pleasure for a zombie. Don't be such a dork, Dad. Especially don't be a dork at the museum today. We had a deal, right Right, I stay as far away from you and your friends as possible, and I only speak to your teacher if spoken to, and only about myself, not about you Derek chuckled inside and wondered how embarrassed she would be if he knew he had had several conversations about her with the supers she mooned around after. Ok, grab a bagel and let's get moving, he said, Don't want to be late. As they slipped out the alley entrance (the front entrance was for patients) his microvision still showed him signs of where the Eviscerator had been shot three days ago. Visible signs of the bleeding had been cleaned up, but he would need to get some nanobots to take care of the rest. *(For full details of the Eviscerator story arc, see "Dr. Quark" solo title numbers 4 and 5, on stands and ready for download now!) Derek held the door while Aurora slipped into the waiting cab and hopped in after her.
Yeah, Waveform, just got a little light headed and lost control of the size change. Completely embarrassing, but no need to make a big deal of it. Everything seems to be intact. Quark rinses and spits onto the ground as he stands back up. A last shimmer of energy washes over him. Next Gen, we were just discussing whether this might be some sort of diversion from what VIPER is really after.
Dr. Quark turns toward the newcomers, taking in their look and attitude. This is as close as he has been to any of the teen heroes if you don't count the posters in his daughter's room. Well, we hope to be a team that uses our brains as much as our brawn to ... the good doctor's words trail off as he begins to wobble disconcertingly at 40 feet tall like a tree in high winds. His suit and skin seem to drip off of him like melting wax as the mass he has added to increase his size becomes unstable. As the goo sloughs onto the concrete, it boils like ectoplasm, disappearing into a cool mist. When the cloud clears, the doctor is on his knees vomiting embarrassingly as his form is crisscrossed with a yellow light that seems almost to stitch him back together.
Still here.
Yeah, if she is going to take him I will let him go.
Round 3 Init 24.
Hold on a minute, Invictus, if we are just trying to restrain the guy, there is something I have been wanting to try. Where is this guy exactly? Quark rushed out of the hangar into the bright afternoon. Moving toward Invictus and Golem, he relaxed the spot between his brows where he imagined the tension of shrinking. He knew that his mass changed when he changed size, and that mass had to go somewhere. He had felt out that connection, and believed he could draw mass from wherever that was. Reaching into another dimension, he pulled matter forth, carefully building his form larger and larger as he moved toward the carrier. Grown to great size, he reached into the transport to grasp the containment pod.
I can do it on Tuesday.
Spent yesterday and today trying to figure out why a new toilet I installed was leaking. Feeling like a moron because it is literally tightening two bolts to keep it from leaking. Finally I just lie down under it and watch it for half and hour and find out the tank has an invisible crack that is seeping.
Allowing his wrist to go limp in Kwon's grip, Dustman's other hand went idly to cover his breast, a motion of apology that also brought his hand close to the knife concealed beneath his jacket. Mr. Kwon, I meant to you no offense, but you are not the customer here. It is for the Detective to decide what her desires for us are. Forgive me, Detective, but it seems that he has passed beyond our ability to help or harm. What, precisely, does any of this have to do with us
Round 3 Init 24.
Scanning the equipment, Dr. Quark quickly moved through the hangar, tearing out microchips and unplugging hardware. Focusing his control of the forces repelling the particles in the matter from each other, he shrank them into more manageable sizes and shoved them into his suit. Not very comfy, but this should ruin Viper's day Ok, big folks, I have the evidence. Let's finish up these snake heads and go get a beer
So it is possible to remove fear response by altering or removing neurons in the amygdala. Maybe he just does that to all of his mooks and they get "fearless" feat.
When he uses the shadow, he is always focused on that? He can't do anything else while that is going on? If so, I would must make that a special effect. He just needs a suffocate attack with a fatigue alternate power or paralyze?
Yeah, I was thinking of suggesting space or the ocean, but I wasn't sure what is appropriate as "table talk" in games like this.
Happy to work on the build when you are ready.
It would be nice if Thoth were here so we could push Ripper through a portal.
The girl whose father was in trouble with local loan sharks is named Carrie. She has become a sort of conscience for The Dustman. She talks to him sometimes and he can hear her when she says his name 3 times first. She will tell him what she has seen in the neighborhood and if she knows of anyone in trouble, but she is 8, so her sense of trouble ranges broadly. She can remember that she talks to him, and that he helped her father, but she can't remember him as a person. Otherwise he knows lots of local people in a light, passing way, but none of them know him.
Not a native, obviously, but I've been around for a few years.
Well, good for street. His work is pretty awesome.
Go to More hero/villain pics. These are all kind of lumped together but have a nice street level feel. There are a few priests in there, but nothing quite right.
Now worries. Whatever happens happens.
I think there should be lots of servants of Darkness, with different allegiances, rivalries, and trouble. How much fun would it be if two Darkness factions decided to war it out in Freedom. I have thoughts for a Beacon related storyline that ties into both of my characters. I've messaged about them very briefly with Watcher, but nothing is set at all.
And I will try to make his bio a little more elegant at some point.
Shadowcaller is a bit of a beast with his teleportation and minions, but is somewhat soft in person. He has a bit of muscle back up in a Genie who is bound permanently into solid form. That guy will be a fire and air brick with a vulnerability to water. The two of them should be useful in lots of ways. Waveform would make a nice counter to the Djin. Shadowcaller is a servant of Darkness, which ties into Quark's origin and powers. Shadowcaller is the source of The Dustman's origin. The magical aspect might tie nicely into Guardians resident magician once we get him.
Drive was briefly telling me sharing was unavailable, but it seems to work now.
A small collection of African American Heroes. I went away from armor in some cases. I don't know if I forgot or just fell back on my plan not to really have a costume. Go to Heroes
Certainly no details. I can barely even watch an episode of Law and Order SVU, so I don't want to get into details. I will spend some time looking for art in the morning.
Yeah, good luck. My commute is about 7 minutes and it is wonderful.
As for complications, I am leaning more toward being focused on helping kids who are in trouble. Would you like some specific kids? Is there an orphanage, a nun, someone who takes care of kids? Or maybe a bunch of runaways who live in an abandoned building? Also kids in the sex trade/human trafficking. So that might provide some local villains. Unless that is a trigger issue for anyone? It is an important issue to me in real life.
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