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DM Spoiler: "Of course I don't know if there is any threat from my newly found powers. They are newly found. Hopefully with more experience with them, I'll be able to tell exactly what risk there might be to them. If they did have a side effect, I'd want to know what that side effect was. I wouldn't purposefully put anyone at risk, so if a side effect were serious enough to endanger others, I suppose I'd have to head to somewhere more isolated, so that no one was put to risk."
Take your time, DM. We'll be here when you get your head back in the game. Thoughts are with you on your health issue.
DM Spoiler: • Can you please give us an overview of your powers inasmuch as you’re familiar with them? I've got all kinds of funky new abilities. I haven't even tried some of them out...I just know I can do them, somehow. They include Astral Projection, Flight, Mystic Senses, Spellcasting, Mystic power blast, Nullify, Afflictions that terrify, Concealment, Teleport and Sleep.
• How long have you been operating as a “hero?” I was having a regular day until that Silver Storm hit. After that, something in me changed, and now I can do all these things. • What motivated you to start? There was a bad guy who was threatening an innocent person in front of me. All of a sudden, I was shooting a mystic blast at him. • What were you doing on the day of the Silver Storm that you were able to get there so quickly? I was in the area anyway, and the chaos broke out in front of me. • Did you know any of the others before Mars recruited you? Never met any of them before the storm. We actually met most of the group there. • Did you know Maximilian Mars previous to your encounter with F.O.E. and the Freedom League at MarsTech? Nope. My kind and his kind don't normally socialize at the same places. • Are your powers dangerous to others in any way… other than when you use them on someone? Not that I can tell so far. • Where did you get your powers, or if you’re not comfortable revealing that, what’s their origin? The storm, I suppose. The powers were never here before that. • How long have you had your powers and how experienced are you with them? I'm just learning what I can do now. I'm not very experienced with them at all. • Why did you decide to become a, pardon the term, vigilante instead of joining a government agency or program? The situation was thrust upon me. I wasn't standing by and letting others get hurt, if I could do something to help them. Suddenly, a couple days ago, I could help them! • Do you have military experience? Heck no. • Do you hold advanced degrees of any kind, such as engineering or the like? Nope. But I can find a quarter behind your ear, Evil Eye replies as he stands up and does a bit of sleight of hands for the questioner. Sleight of Hand • Do you know first aid? Never picked that up, unfortunately.
The Evil Eyee was a bit more troubled by the thought of being questioned by security than the others seemed. What if I say the wrong thing? Can I join the group if I answer the wrong way? He didn't much of anything, however, not wanting to be outted as such a worrywart as compared to the rest of the group. He was able to blurt out, however, "What sort of questions should we not answer?"
"Yeah, it's been a bit of a strange day, hasn't it," Evil Eye nodded, as he reached out to shake the hand of Mars. "What time are we getting together tomorrow? Sounds like a busy day for all of us tomorrow," he adds with a tired smile as all of his adrenaline drained out of him.
"That sounds fair. I'm kind of anxious to take a tour of the joint. The exercise area sounds neat."
interesting question. Evil Eye waits for a response from Mars on this strange issue.
The Evil Eye nodded as he took the tour. It'd be neat to see exactly what he could do as well. The testing devices would definitely come in handy. "What sort of defense system does this place have? We need to know, so we don't accidentally set it off!"
I am pretty sure we have gotten three POWER points. I remember us first getting awarded two at one time, then the recent one additional point. I have written down that I now have three HERO points as well. I assume that's right, but can't swear to it.
Right, power points That's what I meant, lol...
The three add'l hero points we have gained, DM...is it okay to save those until we get enough to Hit power level 11 and use them all at that time?
Evil Eye listens to the rest of the conversation between the others, hardly believing what was happening. He was about to become a hero, and perhaps make a living at it. He ticked off several items on an imaginary list. He'd have to hang a 'Vacation' sign out at the store for the next few days, just to see how things went. Maybe there was better material in the building to make a proper costume out of, as well. His current ones looked threadbare and cheap compared to the Freedom League. For the next several minutes these were the only thoughts he could hold.
"I'm in as well. Is there a chance we might , you know, get a salary? Some of us are working stiffs, and have bills to pay."
"I've got nothing better to do," Evil Eye smiles. "Maybe we could learn a bit more about our powers while we try and keep the city safe. 'The Silver Storm' sounds like a neat idea for a team name as well, I think."
"Yep, he's right. We were still in the early stages of trying to figure out what's going on. This investigation stuff isn't quite as easy as you all make it, you know."
"You're right, he must have been drugged. That's the only thing that makes sense. Thank you for that. I'm sorry I lost my cool. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this," Evil Eye nods to his compatriot. "I'd be interested to hear anything you might know about the storm, as well, Johnny. I was just going through a regular day, then all of a sudden, I've been changed, to say the least."
I have decided that Mr. Metropolis was Randolf's favorite hero for his whole life. Now he is wrecked by his first meeting with his "hero" going the way it did.
"All I know is he almost killed all of us and innocent bystanders. They'd better control him, or I will. He's a hero!" It was apparent there was something else bothering Randolf, as he choked out the words, as his eyes glistened a bit. My favorite hero isn't supposed to act this way!
Randolf stands guard, still figuring out why he was a tracked and what the plans are with Mr. Metropolis. He looks from hero to hero, waiting for the wrong move.
The Evil Eye visibly relaxes with the appearance of the well known Raven, and his hands drop to his sides. "The robot's right. We had apprehended a couple baddies, were talking to Mars, and then Mr. Metropolis showed up acting like a crazy person, and almost killed everyone in this building. When he wakes up, that nutter needs to be heavily medicated!" Just because he wasn't firing blasts, he clearly hadn't lost his temper at what he viewed as an unprovoked attack.
"Just stop fighting, you nutjob. You are going to kill everyone," Evil Eye yells at the 'hero.' He responds with his energy blast. Attack Mystic blast--12 damage.
Dodge
Fort save
No hesitation this time, as Evil Eye blasts the deranged Doctor as he looks down at Mars. "You're not in your right mind, Metropolis!" Attack Mystic blast--12 damage.
Attack Possible crit
"We've got to get out of here. The fool is going to tear down the whole building!". Wile he didn't know much about Mr. Mars, Evil Eye wasn't about to let him die when this could all be just a case of mistaken identity. He flew toward the dangling man, grabbing him and trying to fly him safely to the ground.
"Would you mind calling Aegis for us, Mr. Mars? We have our hands full at the time. I'd like to hand these guys off as soon as possible."
{b]"Ok, apparently we have a few moments....should we wake up Cyberknight and see is she is willing to talk to us?"[/b]
"I think Gumshoe's got a point there. What do you think your buddies will do when we tell them how you tried to double cross them? I'd expect they'd be pretty upset. And come looking for you when they got a chance."
"Stand down, and this is over," Evil Eye growls at the baddies.
Evil Eye, seeing the largest target in the room unattended, fires an eldritch blast at the huge Grgantua. Attack Mystic blast--12 damage.
The Evil Eye fires off a blast of cosmic energy at the part female/part robot holding the mechanical lance. "Leave now, Evil Doer!" Randolf smirks at his cheesy verbiage...maybe he was becoming a hero after all. Attack
The above plan is ok, DM.
"If the police can do the legwork at the junkyard and get the info we need, we might as well go meet with that Mar fellow."
"Gentlemen, it seems to me the next logical step is to head to the junkyard and figure out who bought the truck from them. That might be our culprit."
I think the fact that the Evil Eye is wearing a ten dollar cape and a random puffy shirt hilarious. Maybe if we get better at the hero gig, it might be time to work on better costumes!
The Evil Eye informs the remainder of the group what little he had discovered from looking at the truck. . "Why would the truck be numbered two, in a slightly different style than what we saw yesterday? Des that mean there are more of this type of truck owned by the company? And why would the registration be allowed to be out of date? I'd want to make sure everything was very proper with my fleet of trucks...especially if they were carrying something dangerous."
"Call me the Evil Eye, officer. Lets check the truck, and then it might be worthwhile to join the detective at Red Shift Energy. Just to be on the safe side."
Randolf didn't sleep much that night. He replayed the day over and over again in his head. By 4 am, he'd given up the idea of any real rest, and just gotten up. He headed to the gym to see if there were any changes, physically. To his chagrin, there was nothing positive to report in that avenue. After a workout, he flew to an isolated part of the city park and ran some tests on what exactly he could do with his new found gifts. He ran home, cleaned up, grabbed some dry Cheerios, and headed to meet the group. He met the others and was pleased to note he wasn't the only one dressed a bit differently, what with his fancy cape, and billowy white shirt.with its tall collar. "Hey guys, sorry I'm late. I had some things to test last night. Anything new?"
DM Spoiler: Other than locking his shop, getting his clothes, and grabbing a bite to eat, Randolf has nothing planned. He'll get a night's rest, if possible, and wake up early and test his powers again.
The Evil Eye zips back to his store, as for the life of him, he couldn't recall if he had thought to lock it during the chaos. He quickly ran in and grabbed a couple of mismatched costumes, pulling the cape off one, and a couple shirts from another. If this is permanent, I'd better look regal. Might give me a bit more respect when I meet the others again. After making sure it was locked, he headed back home, and tossed and turned all night, thinking about the day's craziness.
Once the group gets outside, Randolf gathers them together. "I think I have a trick up my sleeve that would allow me to do some inconspicuous information gathering. The only catch, is I need someone to watch over my body. I won't really be in there, and it'll be defenseless until my spirit returns. Unless someone has a better idea, I'm up for shifting in there and seeing what I can find."
DM, the Astral Projection power, is the projection form visible or invisible? If invisible, I might snoop around a bit, but if visible that wont work here.
Randolf starts heading for the doors, as Gumshoe keeps interacting with the scientist.
Randolf nods at Straightjacket. "I don't think we need to be here if the cops are called. I'm ready to leave if everyone else is."
"Is there a chance that someone has hacked into your video feed and all of your trucks isn't not be there? It was a truck of yours that had the accident earlier. Perhaps if you send Paul to check n person our fears would be assuaged."
"Apparently there was an accident today involving one of your trucks. I don't suppose there is anywhere we might be able to talk about the contents of that truck in a more private setting, is there," Randolf asks, not able to keep from jumping in, trying to remember the normal protocol from his favorite X Files episodes.
Randolf held his tongue during the initial introduction, hoping one of the other people accompanying him was more familiar with investigation protocols. Good Lord, would I just ask them if their truck that exploded was carrying something strange and clandestine? I'd better let one of the others handle this...
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