Vincenzo Tuveri, aka Twitch's page

Not one to argue with success, Vincenzo punched the same robot again.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

I just punched a robot. And hurt it! That is so cool!

Grinning and forgetting his wet pants, Vincenzo did it again.

"You ain't so tough, big tin can!"

1d10 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Vincenzo stopped thrashing and felt thoroughly exhausted for a moment before he realized that he was looking at the ceiling of the mall. And that his pants were wet.

What I get for thinking like a girl... In front of everyone too. In public. And why am I tasting blood? I bite myself?

He tongued around his mouth for a moment before remembering that they had a giant robot or two to deal with.

"Anybody get the number of that truck?"

Vincenzo picked himself up, trying not to think about how he smelled and wishing he had more than sweatpants or running shorts to wear.

"Nevermind. I'm gonna go hit that thing." Before I make a bigger puddle. Maybe nobody noticed?

Vincenzo shot up the walls to deliver a high-speed punch to the nearer robot.

Handy thing, wall running.:)
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Kid Wonder wrote:

Using Extra Effort: Power Stunt to impart my regeneration 5 to Vincenzo, in hopes that it will help him recover quicker. If that's even possible

Unfortunately, Regeneration wouldn't help Twitch, since his condition isn't a damage effect; however, we can say it gives him a reroll on his save,

Not sure if I should reroll it now or wait until next round, but can't hurt.

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Seizure ends! Vampirism for the win! :)

And I forgot to check the discussion thread again. :(

No preference on initiative rolls. Whatever works better for you.

Twitch, the mansion is just 15 miles outside of town. You could be there and back with everyone's costumes in 1 round at top speed, if you don't seize. Just saying :)

That is an excellent idea.

"Hold on, getting our clothes," Vincenzo said. He tore off toward the mansion.

Unreliable speed: 1d20 ⇒ 5
And there we go.
Resisting the seizure: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Oh dear...That's a tonic-clonic.

Vincenzo took three quick steps before he smelled strawberries. Time slowed down. Warm darkness rose up behind him. His eyes rolled up into his head and he let out a hoarse moan as his limbs went rigid, shooting out away from him. Vincenzo hit the ground already shaking, first just his legs but then his entire body convulsing wildly as he rolled and thrashed. A wet darkness spread from the crotch of his sweatpants.

He's going to be very proud of his timing...

Look at the skylights! There's two others. We don't have time to disguise ourselves. We need to get these people out of here before something bad happens.

"There's tw- three of 'em?" Vincenzo said more things that would have to come up in Confession.

"Think I can get 'em mad and lead 'em away?"

Vincenzo looked through the crowd for a quick way to the doors.

Alex's eyes widen at the sight of the gigantic robot.

"I'm not so sure we can take that big thing on our own..."
Alex looks around nervously.
"Also, we don't have our outfits with us, what if someone recognizes us?"

"He ain't so big. I seen dumpsters bigger," Vincenzo said.

Girls and clothes. Like this is the time!

Vincenzo said several words that would have to come up next Confession.

"The roof gonna hold that thing?" he asked no one in particular. Then he remembered that he was in a mall full of people.

"Hey everybody! Clear outta here before the roof caves in!" he shouted. What else could he do? Fire alarm. That'll get people moving.

Vincenzo looked for one he could pull.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Vincenzo stood fuming for a moment even after Michael's yell. Ok, fine. Not worth getting in trouble over.

He shot the girls a disgusted look and pointedly turned away.

"I got better things to spend time on," he said.

Vincenzo saw red and had to remind himself that you didn't hit girls. If that thing counted. Some chicks don't.

"Whole reason you're here and not hopin' some knight leaves a twenty on a dresser is a wop found this joint, puttana. Or did I guess too much? Got change for a penny? Second thought, keep it. Bet you got diseases."

Sorry. He's not a very enlightened boy.

Vincenzo tried to meet the angry girl halfway.

"Ladies...no reason to fight," he said with his cheesiest grin. "There's enough of me to go around."

Presence check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Aiming for a laugh to defuse things here, not seduction. And apparently the all-boys school didn't hurt too much... :)

"Sure why not. That guy who stars in it is cute, though a little small." Alex chimes in.

"Maybe us girls can go shopping beforehand. "

Girls and shopping... We'll get to carry the bags too.

"Ain't it the guy from the show with the hippie parents?"

Vincenzo thought Coach was tough! The Professor stopped when a seizure happened, but sure didn't shy off causing them. At least he didn't push really hard when everyone else could watch. That would've been humiliating. And he only peed his pants that one time...

But it got better, little by little. Vincenzo didn't feel any less sore, but that meant progress. The uniforms weren't too bad once he got used to them either.

As the group assembles, Mike says "So, what do you guys want to do at Salem Center today? I think Back to the Future is still in theaters. You know, the time travel movie. We could go see that."

"I saw the previews for that. Looked cool."

Jackson rushes over and grabs a covered plate from the kitchen counter.

"Hope you still got an appetite. We saved you a few slices."
He uncovers the plate of pizza and offers it to Vincenzo with a warm smile on his face.

Three times in a row I read that as "with a warm slice on his face". :)

"Thanks," Vinceo said, taking the plate and smiling back. The slices vanished in short order.

"So what's on TV?"

"I got to seven! No chores for me the coming week! So are you okay Vincent? Not gonna faint on us are you?" Alex says cheerfully

"I'm great," Vincenzo said. "Guess the instruments are too sensitive."

Want a milkshake? Let me hold the jug for a minute...

Vincenzo returned.

"So who ate the most peppers? Don't leave me in suspense."

Vincenzo let Sikorsky work him over.

"Yeah, the docs told me about this stuff. It just happens. But ok, no speed except in uniform..."

Yeah, right.

Vincenzo rose to leave and almost walked into Xavier.

Vincenzo, the safety of the students at this school is of paramount importance. It occurs to me that you may have been incapable of hearing the order during your prior state. Due to this possibility, I will not be issuing demerits for this breach. In the future, it would be wise for you to report such incidents on your own. I will speak with Sikorsky to determine the best course from here. You may rejoin the other students.

Demerits? That's for real? Even the withered, hateful old nuns from Dad's stories didn't do that. They just spanked in front of everybody. And that stuff about strapping you down to a frame was just him telling stories...

"Um...yeah it's a...absence seizure? That was what the doctor called it, right? "Docs at the hospital explained it. Sometimes I kind of blank out. That's in my records, right? The docs at the hospital worked me over pretty good. There was supposed to be this class too but..."

You're no son of mine! Get out!

It took a moment for Vincenzo to realize the Professor let him go. Any excuse not to get into that, even if the Father told him everything already.

"Ok, thanks Professor."

Vincenzo made his way back to the kitchen, hoping everyone would still be there.

Designate: Tuveri, Vincenzo, alias Titch, you are experiencing unusual synaptic activity. the alien's voice drones as Vincenzo stumble into the infirmary. An antennae emits a light in Twitch's direction, scanning his head. Patient Tuveri, please lie back on the nearest available med table.

As Vincenzo lies back, the medical scanner snaps into place over him, emitting detailed readings. Sikorsky makes clicking sounds as he continues to read the information, occasionally making scans himself with one of his antennae.

Vincenzo did his best to cooperate, what with the world flickering in and out all the time.

Fort DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

After a few moments, it the world started behaving itself again. Vincenzo moved his tongue around. No biting. Cool. No wet pants. Nothing unusual hurts...

"Pretty sure I'm ok now," he said. Vincenco waited for Sikorsky's go-ahead to get up, all the same. No need for giant Professor Xavier to start yelling again.

Just as Vincenzo is picking up the first pepper to try to beat the record put forth by Alex, the giant disembodied head of Professor Xavier appears floating before you. Vincenzo Tuveri! You were ordered to the infirmary after the session in the Danger Room! Sikorsky reports that you have yet to arrive. Do you have an explanation for disobeying orders? The professor's irritation registers broadly across the room.

Vincenzo nearly leaped out of his skin and said a word in Italian that he was not allowed to know.

"Sorry! Werewolfpeppersgoingnow!"

He shot off at full speed...

Fort DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

...and promptly blanked out again, continuing more slowly as his mind kept snapping in and out of focus, running toward the infirmary with frequent missteps and questionable balance.

Startled teens make poor choices. Good thing Xavier doesn't have a collection of rare vases on the way...unless he does. :)

Dunno. Maybe a will if we blow the fort?

Pshh MEXICAN. You ever have Thai? Now THAT'S spicy.

A jalapeno eating contest. We eat them one at a time to see who can eat the most. You grab a drink, you lose. Loser does chores, winner picks next challenge. Deal?

Jackson sticks a hand out towards Vincenzo and then Iz.
Got it in the bag!

Vincenzo shook hands, "Deal."

"This I gotta see. Why don't we make it interesting and have to loser do the winners chores for a week. I will judge." Alex says with an amused look on her face.

"You're on!"

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Not sure if I get a save, but it would be hilarious if he does...

"Is that a challenge? What's the bet? I think I can handle more than you. I got a thing for mexican food. Anyone else want in?... Jalapeños at 10 paces?"

"I'm up for it," Vincenzo said.

No way a girl is out eating me. And how hot can those things be, anyway?

Alex will suggest ordering in some pizza's and eat them up while watching some tv. Slouching on the coach with pizza would be nice right about now.

"Pizza and TV are my two favorite things that don't need shoes," Vincenzo said with a smile. "Think there's some Happy Days reruns on?"

He looks thoughtful for a moment and repliesNope, but I think parts of my family are from eastern Europe. It's entirely possible that it is a recurring set of mutations that's inherited. Who knows, maybe my ancestors were the origin of the story!

"Then you're not a mutant; it's tradition!" Vincenzo laughed. "You should sue Hollywood for stealing your story."

"Yeah, that was cool, the way you, like turned into a wolf-man. And did you see what Julia did? Making that fire-man? And you were so fast Vince. That was cool! Do maybe we should race some time? I think I could maybe go faster than I did. Do you think Jackson's OK? He didn't seem very happy. Do you think we should go after him? Kinda seemed like he wanted to be left alone."

Fire man? What?

"Gonna have to see that one again. I-" Vincenco scratched the back of his head and decided not to go into it. At least I didn't pee my pants this time. "I got focused on the big guy. But sure thing, I'll race."

"And Jackson? You're right; give him some space.

He rubs the back of his head, grinning back Yeah, sort of. I have all those nice wolfy features, but I don't seem to have the weaknesses of a werewolf. Sliver doesn't affect me. It's not limited by the moon. Plus I'm less hairy. Actually before I learn of mutants, I thought I was one. I did all sorts of test, tracked lunar cycles, and tried to figure out what could have infected me before I figured it out.

"Maybe you're a werewolf mutant? Ever been to Transylvania?"

With the sights and smells of the city and Doom gone, Instinct is left confused. He runs around for a bit, trying to figure out where it all went, leaping and snarling all over the room. But with the danger over, his adrenaline levels go down and within a few minuteshis features go back normal, his intelligence returning. He stands up, looking rather sheepish, and says breathilyAfter that, I think I need to eat. And sleep. Turning always takes alot out of me

"You're...a werewolf? That's cool!" Vincenzo said, grinning.

Trying to save out of the seizure again
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

For a moment Vincenco stood still, staring blankly at the metal wall beyond where Doom stood, mouth agape and starting to drool. Then he shook himself and looked around, blinking.

"Hey, what gives? Weren't we just fighting that guy with the tin face?"

Vincenzo Tuveri, aka Twitch wrote:

Does Vincenzo think he did any damage?

Yes, he appears to have struck true and done something to Doom, but the man is too stubborn to fall down.

No sense messing with success... Especially when he was only halfway there. Starting to get dizzy...

Vinceo aimed another punch at Doom.

Attack roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
All your ones are belong to me. :)
Also been forgetting to have him save to kick the seizure. Whoops.
save vs. seizure: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Does Vincenzo think he did any damage?

Vincenzo tried another swing. Can't miss all the time... And someone's gotta keep this joker busy.

Twitch Fighting Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

Sorry, missed the resolution earlier.

Now that Vincenzo had Doom in arm's reach, he swung his fists with all the speed he could pour into them...and flailed wildly.

Twitch Fighting Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

The dice hate me. :)

Vincenzo tried to make his body obey and wheeled around. He just had to get in reach and he could do...something.

Use his standard action to get up into melee with Doom. What could go wrong? :)

"Prevail? Who talks like that?"

Heart racing, Vincenzo reversed course and poured on the speed. He had to hit Doom faster and...and... Wh-? D-? Vincenzo's face went blank and the world flickered and shifted as he dropped back to a slower speed and he ran toward Doom.

Move-by attack again. He's angry, not creative. :)

Unreliable roll for full speed: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Crap.
Fort Defense, DC 16: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 Crap. Absence seizure. He's dazed for the round, possibly longer.
End of turn fort save to dump the condition: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Thought it made more sense for him to continue the action he intended on rather than something else since he's not mentally all there right now. Keeping speed (the safe ranks) up is free. Looks like dazed precludes move-by attacks and he's too far out to do anything but.

Screw talking.

Twitch raced forward at full speed past Doom, lashing out with his fist as he passed...and running by Doom without making contact.

Dammit!

Move-by attack on Doom with Twitch Fighting.
Unreliable roll for full speed: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Attack roll: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7 A one? Aw man...

Should we wait for our initiative to declare actions or just go ahead? Not sure what best PBP practice is.

Uhhhh, guys. Can we decide on something? I didn't like the way he was looking at me.

Delay until just after Doom.

Don't think anybody likes the way this guy looks. I'm for taking him down if he doesn't start talking.

I guess that's also a delay. :)

"I can run around telling everyone personally to get clear, but that's not saying they'll go. Could grab people too, but I never tried that. Might hurt them...and my skin gets pretty hot when I move like this."

Initiative: 1d20 + 24 ⇒ (4) + 24 = 28

Should we roll initiative?

"I'll get around behind him," Twitch thought. "If I hit him full speed I can do some damage."

Vincenzo missed the flash and explosion, but he got the call in his head and turned around by running up the side of a building.

New York traffic...

"On my way back...if this thing is still on. If not, see you in a second."

Int check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (11) + 0 = 11

"Never heard of this character before."

Samnell wrote:

Now I think I'm back to a Lovecraft collection.

Me, too -- been working my way through his collected works, one at a time.

Samnell wrote:

A friend has been bugging me about an idle notion I had to run a Lovecraftian game based on my hometown, informed by the kind of vicious hatred and bleak realism that only a lifetime resident could possess.

In other words, you want to re-create True Detective?

I've only seen the first two episodes, but I suppose so. Of course there is the problem of getting players who don't open their wrists or just write the whole place off. I'd like the potential for it to turn open-ended and if they have the natural reaction of wanting to burn the whole place to the ground then that does limit things.

Meanwhile, about two blocks away from the group, there is a flash of light and a big "boom". Looks and sounds almost like a lightning strike, but the skies are clear.

Does Twitch hear and see it too? And if so before or after he gets to the water/bridge dilemma?

How fast is Twitch running off?

Maximum safe speed, so rank 8. Teenage enthusiasm beets prudence. :)

Whisp wrote:

"What's wrong Jackson? It seems just like the city to me. Nothing to worry about other than being caught out after curfew."

He looks over at Whisp, and then looks down at himself and realizes that he's tensed up. He eases up a bit and chuckles "S-sorry, it ain't everyday that the room you're in warps into New York City, yknow? Can't help myself...sometimes my body just does that".

"Can't be too much of it; New York's huge. Gonna see."

Vincenzo took off down the street.

At a safe speed, that is. :)

Vincenzo gawked like a tourist.

If aliens got stuff like this, why are they snooping around cornfields?

"Sure thing, Professor. Orders are orders."

Vincenzo liked his uniform. It was tight, but so stretchy that that didn't matter so much. And true to the Professor's word, no one could tell his religion by looking at it.

It felt really good to see everyone together in them too. Locker rooms. Uniforms. Vincenzo knew this stuff; they were a team.

While in her new uniform Alex pulls the material which snaps back on her side.

"This stuff is tighter then the cheerleader uniforms. You boys better don't have any dirty thoughts or something larger than a chair will come flying your way." Alex says as she accusingly points towards the boys.

Vincenzo blinked.

You're stickin' your nose in our heads? And we're the rude ones?

"A guy's gonna think what a guy's gonna think," he said aloud.

Vincenzo has had thoughts about the girls, but aside from fairly detatched (if crude) observations about their looks and figures they revolve mostly around correct behavior toward them (polite, but with a firm foundation in how men should be making their choices for them) and traditional gender roles. He has no idea that this is unusual for a boy his age.

As Michael laughs, Jack sweeps his air saber across Vincenzo's midsection, twists and mocks a force choke on Michael. Catching a bit of Xavier and Michael's conversation, he turns back to Vincenzo and, brings his hands to his side and bows.

Vincenzo bowed back. These guys are great. This place is great. And we get to live here AND go to school here!

"Suitin' up! Awesome. Really looking forward to checkin out this danger room business."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Vincenzo said, starting off the way Xavier pointed.

Bet the locker room doesn't even reek.