A New Chance

[Wiz]

Pulse

Pulse nods and jumps back on his flyer, switching it on. He rises into the air slowly at first then faster as he rises to the higher floors. He slowly circles the building, moving at half-speed and looking in the windows as he goes. He will keep track of anyone that he sees (or feels through his senses). If anyone seems in immediate distress or trouble, he will examine the situation, and if safe, break in through the window and ferry that person to the ground before resuming his search pattern. If anyone passes within his sensory range and seems to be moving, he will particularly note what metal objects they seem to be wearing as a particular magnetic pattern, so that he might pick them up again if they stray into an area where they can't be seen (because of smoke) or if they get buried in rubble somehow.

[The_Lonely_d12]

Davan

Davan nods, and removes the majority of his equipment, reasoning that it would get in the way and weigh him down as he puts on the coat.

"I'm going to need to leave most of this here...it doesn't weigh much, but every bit counts. Go ahead and extend the ladder up as far as it will go, I'll get in from there.

(assuming this is done)

Davan ascends the ladder, looks for the best point of entry, and leaps to the building.

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Leaving behind bow and arrows, quiver, and 10 shuriken. Okay, so I probably don't really need to do this, but check to jump to building, no penalty for lack of running start=34). Also, I'm assuming there are windows of some kind big enough for me to get in, I'll blast one if I have to to get in. I'll end up searching for people inside, and looking for the best way to get them down-if need be, might end up jumping them across to the other building.

If there aren't any windows, I'll spend some time making some.

Oh, and just in case:balance check (1d20+14=23)

[Tar Palantir]

The Reaper listens patiently to the thug, then says, "In addition to answering these questions, there is one more thing. I assume you want to leave here alive. If I decide to let you live, you will never tell a soul you have ever seen me, or you will see me again, and I will be the last thing you ever see. Simple enough?"

[Nelphine]

Murky

'Blast! Why aren't the cops out doing things like fighting crime and solving world hunger??' Murky pulls over and tucks the crowbar underneath the car seat. He might be allowed to carry it but it probably won't look good anyway. His shirt hides the pistol, but.. his whole car is freaking grey. Oh well.

'Hey! I'm a superhero now.. I wonder if that means I don't have to pay tickets.'

He waits for the police to approach.. hopefully Forthwind is too busy to notice one cargo handler missing work.

[PlasticSoldier]

#1 finished yet?Soon.
Okay.
Orig turns to the guards and the fake guard and says "You two leave your guns and keys here and then go to the bathroom where the other guy is. Mimic take my keys and what they drop and try to open the teller drawers." He then waits the infinitesimal amount of time needed for a response before escorting the guards into the bathroom and standing in its open doorway.

Once #1 cuts through the door he'll take his drill out into the hallway, drill open any unopened teller drawers and then head down to the Deposit Room Door and look around for weak spots.

[geez3r]

Joe/Reaper/Thug

The thug answers "The address is 1422 Nextal Lane. It's an "abandoned" warehouse near the port. There's like 10-20 guys in der all the time, and they're all packin'. My name be Taikwon-Dog yo, and I no enough to keep my trap shut man." {credit goes to my friend for the sheer horribleness of this name. Call him TK-Dog if you want something slightly less horrible}

Paragon

*flips coin*

From the T.V. you hear "We now have some breaking news. A residential building in the northeaster section of the city is on fire. The fire is apparently on the 3rd or 4th floor and several people are trapped in the floors above. Fire fighters are already on the scene. We have unconfirmed reports of mutants on the scene reportedly aiding in the rescue effort. We will have more on this story as it develops.
*looks to another camera*
Good news for egg lovers..." {cookie to first one who gets the reference}

Andrew/Vox Populi

{there is quite a bit to be said here, so I'll move on for the time being. If I forget to edit this part in, yell at me.}

Dr. Nerros nervously nods back, apparently his nerves haven't changed much during the night. The Mayor looks around for a moment to see if anyone has any questions, when no one says anything, he nods at Dr. Wilson, who begins to speak in quite frankly the most commanding voice you have ever heard, especially from someone with such a small frame. "What we are dealing with here is unprecedented in every sense of the word. After collecting various samples from all patients who allowed us, which was well over 40, we have determined a few key points. The mutagen that was released by the explosion is incredibly unstable and decays to a harmless base form in mere moments.

We have determined that the mutations created by these chemicals is directly related to at least 3 criteria. Firstly, how close the individual was to ground zero and subsequently how "pure" of a form the mutagen they were exposed to. Secondly, the environment they were in at the time of exposure. Finally, the personality of the person affected.

For example, one of our patients, Erica..." Dr. Wilson places a picture of a smiling girl that looks much like a dryad onto the table "...was close to ground zero and had one of the purest forms of the mutagen in her system. The abilities she was granted..." Dr. Wilson produces more pictures featuring an orange poodle, a blue lion and of course a green rabbit "...we believe, are as they are for 2 reasons. At the time of exposer, Erica was on hallucinogenic drugs, in her personal case, distorting reality with vibrant colors, and she is a self professed animal lover.

We have been trying to reverse engineer the original mutagen from the samples we've acquired, but it has been so far a fruitless effort. Then again, because Balchem has finally..." Wilson shoots a glare at Nerros at this word "... submitted some information about the chemical in the warehouse it might be easier.

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THE FIRE - Nosferatu/Pulse/Davan/RPFD

A small crowd has started to gather outside the building, watching the events unfolding.

Nosferatu - The girl holds on tight as you scoop her up. Two things happen as you fly out of the window and back down to the ground. Firstly, you notice that it's a bit harder to keep afloat with the girl's additional weight, but after a quick adjustment you're flying away as quick as ever. Secondly, that second of adjustment cost you a bit as flames lick you leg, though you prevent the girl from taking harm {1 fire damage}. As you fly back to ground, a few medics on the scene wave you over, while a few cheers and a bit of clapping can be heard from the crowd. When you set the girl down, she says "Old Miss Wentin is trapped, she's next door and she's in a wheel chair. Please help her Superman."

Pulse - I'll do this in parts:
3rd floor: 3 people - these people look as if they are in the most immediate danger, as the fire is on their floor. 1 person in their mid-20's looks to be in a bad spot because he can't open the window. So I assume you save this guy before resuming your search. The fire department is in the process of getting the other 2 (who were in the same room) down.
4th floor: 5 people - all different rooms
5th floor: 4 people - 2 and 2
6th floor: 7 people - 2, 3, 1, 1 (not including the one Nos got)
7th floor: 8 people - 4, 3, 1
8th floor: None

Davan - You easily make it to the building's 4th floor, and subsequently spring from window to window trying to find people. You finally come across a room where there is a toddler trying to open the window, and an older woman (you assume toddler's mother) who is pinned beneath a rather large dresser.

Murky

As the police officer steps out of his car, it takes a large amount of self control to not laugh at his beer belly. He swaggers up to the car and knocks on you window, chewing on an apparently very large piece of gum. "So cheif... I got two questions for ya. Firsta, where's the fire? And secondly, what the hell's up with your paint job? You some kinda anti-hippie freak?"

Legion

The guards go quietly. You can't open the drawers with the keys they have. You manage to open the teller drawers with the drill however. All together, there's about $5,000-$7,000 cash in the drawers. When you head down to the Deposit area, the weakest points on it appear to be the hinges, or the lock itself.

[PlasticSoldier]

Legion

Pleased with the success so-far Guard Clone walks over to the bathroom doorway Orig. is standing guard at and says just loud enough for the guards to hear but not loud enough to sound weird "Okay Steve, hurry up I can't hold this form forever, Steve-O pointing at Orig. as he says the last word. "doesn't know how long he can mind control this guy and he's definately going to be pissed when he gets control back. I'm gonna go rip out those stupid pens the bank chains down. Oh also it's dangerous to go alone take this." lobbing the guards keys to Drill Clone as he finishes the sentence.

Orig. waves bye to Guard Clone and says to his prisoners "Hey, do you guys have any bleach, cleaning stuff or for that matter any kind of chemicals that would make CSI's job harder?"

#1 tries to drill through the hinges and if he's succesful makes a quick guess about the number of boxes and uses the keys on the security room.

Summary:
Guard is going to rip off the chained down pens where the tellers work.
Orig. asks the guards if they have any cleaning stuff.
#1 drills through door, and uses the keys to get in the securty room.

Edit: If it's not obvious Guard Clone took the money.

[The_Lonely_d12]

Davan

Finally found someone. What could I expect, though...I can't see through walls after all. I'm not superman. *snrk*

Inwardly grinning at this thought, Davan takes a moment to consider the best way to get inside. Deciding to get the toddler away from the window first, he says to the child

"Kid, step back from the window, okay? Go stand by your mommy."

He checks the window, trying to raise it up. Considering that doing this from the outside is fairly difficult under most circumstances, he takes off his jacket, wraps it around his fist and checks that the child is clear, then bashing the window open to gain access. Entering inside, he quickly says to the woman

"Don't worry, I'm here to help."

and rushes to her aid.

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So then, I'm going to try and muscle the chest off of the woman, and try to get them both to safety. Here's the question...about how much do they weigh...and which floor am I on? Trying to think of the safest way to get them down...if need be I should be able to jump down with the both of them, but I dunno how well that will work. If I can feasibly get them to the ladder, that would be splendid.
Anyways, if I need it, here's a Strength Check (21) to get the chest off of her, and a Jump Check (45)-minus whatever penalties I may accrue for encumbrance.
If I see one of the two flying heros, I'll call one of them to help get the victims down.

[Wiz]

Pulse

Riding his glider down to ground level, Pulse locates the Chief and relates what he's seen. "I assume the flying person crashing through windows must be relatively fireproof. Since I'm not, I'll start on the top floor and begin ferrying people down or across to the next roof, and I'll work my way down and he can work his way up." He turns his glider, slowly climbing back up to the seventh floor and working his way toward the room that had four people.

[ChronicLunacy]

Kid Zeus
The Fire

Those at the scene of the fire, unless occupied with saving lives and currently inside of the building, would suddenly hear a mighty clap of thunder roll over their heads. Coming into view over the tops of the buildings across the street flew what could be assumed was another of the mutants. He seemed to be carried aloft by the sizzling aura of electricity that sparked and popped all around him, sort of floating with his feet pointed more or less at the ground with his arms outspread.

The figure, like many of the other mutants, wore a costume. It seemed to be a black bodysuit of some sort with royal blue stripes running down his flanks and the outsides of his legs from the armpits, as well as from his shoulders down the tops of his arms. His face was obscured by a black half-mask that covered everything but his mouth and lower jaw. His eyes glowed bluish-white and sparked with barely contained power.

All this, but those that got a good look at him could swear that he wasn't more than twenty years old. He was a little on the wiry side, definitely no Superman, and every once in a while he would have a little hiccup in his flight pattern and fall for a foot or two, as if he was still just getting the hang of it. Still, this didn't stop him from soaring straight to the building and in through Davan's window.

Once inside, the electric aura around his body died down, though his eyes still glowed softly. Despite not being too strong himself, he ran immediately to the felled bookcase and helped as much as he could getting it off of the woman. If and when Davan looked up, he'd smile fiercely and quip, "Looks like you could use a hand!"

[evisiron]

Nosferatu - The girl holds on tight as you scoop her up. Two things happen as you fly out of the window and back down to the ground. Firstly, you notice that it's a bit harder to keep afloat with the girl's additional weight, but after a quick adjustment you're flying away as quick as ever. Secondly, that second of adjustment cost you a bit as flames lick you leg, though you prevent the girl from taking harm {1 fire damage}. As you fly back to ground, a few medics on the scene wave you over, while a few cheers and a bit of clapping can be heard from the crowd. When you set the girl down, she says "Old Miss Wentin is trapped, she's next door and she's in a wheel chair. Please help her Superman."

Nosferatu

Nosferatu listens intently to the girl, before spinning and running back towards the building. It takes a force of will not to comment about the 'Superman' remark, but such things could wait until after the people were safe.

As he builds up speed across the ground, he stumble slightly, only now registering the burn on his leg.

"Guess I'm not exactly fire proof. Still - they are up there and at least I can heal"

Nosferatu scans for the area he was before, and flies up towards it. Entering the window he came in through before, he begins to look for the old lady.

[If she is in the room like the girl said:

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Nosferatu battered through the door, keeping his body to the side in case of one of those blasts mentioned in 'fire safety lessons'. A dark plume of smoke lurches out of the doorway. Nosferatu is thankful that he needs not breathe, but worries for the old lady. A brief scan of the room reveals her to be sitting in the corner, seemingly unconscious. Still, she seems to be wearing an oxygen mask and is still breathing. Nosferatu checks over the oxygen tanks, and slides it to an area where the fire has not reached yet. It would be unfortunate if it were to explode right here. Nosferatu carefully scoops the old lady from the wheelchair, and attempts to leave the way he came in. However, this time he is ready for the weight increase and reaches the ground beside the paramedics.

While patting out the patches of clothing that caught fire, he asks the girl:

"Is that her?"

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Once again, make any rolls that are needed and apply the results. I have written the 'ideal result' of what should happen, but anyone reading should know that this may changed by geez3r depending on the dice rolls.

[harmonictempest]

Robert Blain/Gust
Day 2

And tomorrow is another day. :-)
You realize you're probably going to fall flat on your face the first time you face a robber, don't you?
Shut up.
Finishing off the carton of eggs and second box of cereal, Robert sat for a moment to ponder his next move. Err, this part always seem to get taken care of in the movies - guess it won't be so easy here. I could fly up and patrol, but that seems more for an already-established guy. Huh.
Well, hmm, lessee, newspaper. Bank robbed, jewel thieves dead, gang members cut up, mayor attacked, mutant in question already out of custody -- damn. Guess I should spent less of yesterday practicing and more out on the street. Oh well, too late now. Patrolling wouldn't find me much except old ladies with their cats stuck up in a tree, anyway. I guess...I guess for now I'll just go to work. There's no real rush to figure things out, anyway.
Waiting on the metro with the normal crowds of commuters was...interesting, like returning to a too-small shell. Robert kept wondering how many of them were, like him, trying to keep a normal routine despite having new secrets of their own. At work, the feeling deepened and worsened. The untidy cubicle and the spreadsheet he was editing data into seemed increasingly pointless as the morning wore on. This is just dumb, he thought after a while. I can't keep my mind off of it, and I have a sick day I can use, anyway. I need to figure this out first.

He makes his way toward the bathrooms, then ducks into the elevator bank and rides all the way to the top. Feeling the wind on his face and sensing its eddies swirling around the building as he came out onto the roof was like being released from a pile of smothering blankets. He enjoys the sensation for a moment, idly shifting his focus here and there and listening to the conversations of those on the street below. Then he concentrates, feeling the air around him explode in a swirling pillar and lifting him slightly off the ground. The dust and leaves and assorted trash on the roof fly away from him as he feels the change to Gust take hold. Holding out his hand, he notes with satisfaction that what he was last wearing as Gust is still in order ("Damn if that doesn't make for a convenient quick-change..."). He then takes to the air and begins to fly back toward the park from the day before, when the pillar of smoke from downtown catches his eye.
"Well, the criminals may not be prowling the streets at this time of day, but I guess I won't be totally useless until nightfall." Frowning with nervousness, he flies in the direction of the fire.

At the fire: A white-robed figure* flies silently over the nearest building and hovers for a moment, surveying the situation, frowning slightly. He is a tall, thin man with a crossbow slung over one shoulder. He has blond-and-white streaked hair past his ears, and ice-blue eyes, and what seems to be a constant small breeze around him, no matter the weather. He hovers in front of the building for a moment, then approaches the lowest floor on which he can see flames and goes inside, breaking a window with his fist to do so.

*my avatar, more or less. :-)

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First, he's going to listen and see if he can hear anyone calling for help inside. (Listen +19, Super Hearing allows hearing things 10 times further away and detecting when I'm within 30 feet of someone) If all the people he hears seem to be above the burning areas for the moment, and if the fire is still only on the third floor, then he'll enter the nearest third-floor window (Unarmed Attack to break window) and move through the floor room-by-room, forcing the air out of each one at a time with Air Mastery to stop the blaze (can control 20-foot cube). If he finds anyone on that floor during this, he'll stop to fly them down to the street and return as quickly as possible.

PP usage:
Form Shifting = 2 PP
Flight = 2 activation, +1 for about 10 minutes of flight so far
I'll calculate any Blast of Wind and Air Mastery PP he uses as it comes up.

70/75 PP

[Raven T.]

Alex

The lunch went as it always did. He had a knack for picking up the young talent that often went overlooked. Treating them with fairness, nurturing their creative juices, and rewarding excellent service were his hallmarks. A couple of the folks were fresh out of school in May. It would be an easier sell to them than a group of established men and women who have families to care for. Some of what he had planned...well, when one makes enemies, they always go for the family to "send a message."

As the meal wound down, he nodded to the men at the doorway. Another part of their arrangement with the cafe was they installed soundproofing within the small room the table was in. Alex stood up and took stock. Twelve others were here today. That made him lucky 13. Alex smirked some at the thought.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he started. The room almost instantly got quiet. His presence had been imposing before and commanded respect, but this was something new entirely. "I have called you here to thank you for your service over the last several years. Some of you have been with me since I started here, others of you have come on board at my own behest. All of you have satisfied me and, in many cases, you've impressed me with your ingenuity and tenacity.

"I would like to propose a business venture with the twelve of you. Before I go further, though, I must ask for your understanding. What I am going to propose may seem predatory, unseemly, or otherwise vicious. If you would not like to be associated with it, you are permitted to leave now with no fear of reprisal from me or anyone else in this room."

[DaftSkunk]

Nathaniel
In the morning, 2 day
As Nath opened his eyes, he gave off a moan that could easily come from some zombie-horror movie and quickly closed the eyes again.
Laying still on his bed, he tried to get a thought through the still throbbing headache.
After a few moments, he noticed that it wasn´t as bad as yesterday, and that it even was better than when he awakened. Encouraged by this, he got up in one rush, to prevent falling asleep again, yawned, and looked at the clock on the wall, which didn´t seem right.

Tilting his head from side to side, he tried to figure out what was wrong, until he noticed that it and the pictures were...hanging to low.
Holy !
He thought, and then looked down himself, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he was floating in the air.
This has to be a dream...maybe the headache dismissed my brain?
As he tried to clear his mind and find a way to get back to ground, his body easily descents to the floor and he stumples in the kitchen, where he makes himself some bread and a glass of water to get his head clear, with which he walks to a window.

Looking outside, to all the people down at the street, he doesn´t feel his spirit rasing, as it always did.
Ugh, don´t they see it?..or know it? or realise it? So many cars, so much garbage...didn´t that one guy told me a week ago the consequences of living careless? And even i just...forgot it...as does everyone...
He sighs and raises the glass to drink, stopping as he feels something stirring inside of him. Like a third arm he just noticed he concentrates on the water, opening his eyes in shock as the liquid´s surfaces changes and a small “tentacle” comes up, connectd to the main-mass.

After only seconds his concentration shatters, mostly by pure shock, and the water drops back into his glass.
How?...oh…ah..no…I didn´t even came in contact with that stuff when we arrived at the scene..…but I wonder if the other guys did.. mutate too?..
He speaks out loud, trying to understand what had happened.

The next houre he makes coffee, takes a shower, basically he tryies to really wake up, and in the process of making coffee, notices that he has the same feeling he had about the water, about the fire the gas herd produces.
The last shock that he suffered from this morning was the one he got when he looked into the mirror in his bathroom, seeing his normal face, white, kind-of-good-looking, but not his normal eyes. Instead of the light blue he had seen the last 24 Years he looked into a mirror, his left eye was dark, oceanlike blue and the right one was brimstone red.

Well I guess I could get used to all of this.. he mutters to himself and searches through his clothes to find the right things for his “sight-seeing” flight.

The fire
(I guess he sees the smoke column too, as he takes off in the eastern district)

Nathaniel flies to the column like a drunken bird, as he isn´t really used to this sort of travel, and therefore never gets the right amount of power.

As he arrives at the building, he stops, slowly drifting up and down like a leaf in the wind.
He wears black woolen mantle, which is open, but should disguise most of his body.
For his face, he wears a red scarf, drawn over his nose, and black oval sunglasses, to hide his blonde hair, he wears a black bandana from an old pirate costume.

I…should and I could help them, but why don´t I want to?..I mean, this is the reason why i became a fireman and now..He mutters to himself, the last part not speaking out aloud:I am, disgusted, by the thought of helping, i don´t want to see them die..but i want them to help themselves.
These thoughts rushing through his head, he keeps looking down at the burning building, trying to figure out his weird feelings.

[Glawackus]

AndrewVox Populi

"Well, thank God for the fact that it decayed so quickly," Andrew says, leaning forward and folding his hands on the table. "Is there any way to reverse these...powers? Dampen, detect, or cure them? I'm sorry if I'm getting ahead of myself, but I think you're all familiar with the attack at the press conference yesterday. If it hadn't been for a few of our..more altruistic citizens, the city would be in far greater danger right now."

[The_Lonely_d12]

Davan

(to the newcomer)

"That depends, can you fly this kid out of here? I'm not sure if I can carry the both of them out of here safely.

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Same as my last, but with just the woman. And, gonna go back in afterwards.

[ChronicLunacy]

Kid Zeus

Davan

(to the newcomer)

"That depends, can you fly this kid out of here? I'm not sure if I can carry the both of them out of here safely.

"No problem, dude." the newcomer nodded, his eyes sizzling with power for a moment. Then he turned and picked up the toddler, cradling him against his chest. "Come on, little buddy, we're going to go for a ride, okay? Don't worry about mommy, my friend's going to bring her down soon!" he comforted the kid as he went to the window. It was a good thing the toddler was short and everyone was staying low to the ground, or the smoke might have gotten him already. The costumed teenager coughed a few times in the smoke before bailing out the window with the toddler.

They freefalled for half a second before a harmless field of energy wrapped them up again and curled around them, jumping out several times to spark against the power lines and street lights and other high, metal objects. He slowed his descent and made it to the ground with several running steps to bring himself to a halt in front of a firefighter. He dumped the toddler in the man's arms and took right back off again, giving the building a once-over to see where he was needed most.

[Xerxes Shadow]

"Okay, then, Mr. Taikwon Dog, that'll be all." Joe used his swords to slash the ropes, but they wouldn't go through. "Stupid dried blood. I'll be right back." He came back about ten minutes later with the swords squeaky clean and cut the ropes. "Go free, Mr. Dog. And if you tell anyone where you were, you'll end up like your two friends that were with you... lying dead in an alley, becoming nothing but a minor headline the next day."

[DaftSkunk]

Nathaniel

After watching the other mutants rescuing people a little, Nathaniel slowly flies over to the building on the other side of the street and lands on the edge of the roof, where he stays, watching the area.

Seems as if i everyone is being rescued.
He mutters cold.
I even think i know why i hesitated.
He thinks calmly, looking at the burning building and the humans.
They should not receive help. After all, its probably theyre own fault. As are most catastrophies. Damn, when they are "safe" again, most will forget this happened, and repeat it, and repeat it and repeat it, again and again and again. And this here? That is only the small scale. War, Death, Plagues and Hate, all these things happen because mankind is unable to remember its faults.

Thinking this, jumping from one conclusion to another, Nathaniels fists clench, and his bad mood builds itselve up, until he almost flies down to finish the job the flames can´t.
But only almost. Shaking his head a little, he pulls himself together.
What the hell? Thinking about attacking probably innocents. But still, i am right...on another scale.

Holding that thought, he flies down to the burning building, trying to extinquish the flames at the lower floors, moving upwards from there.
If it is possible, Nath hovers outside of the rooms and use his power from there, but if he needs to see every flame (I don´t know, i rather be save than sorry, and say he needs to) he will enter a window on the third floor, smashing it by using the fire in the room for a burst.

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4PP activation, +3PP first round, either crushing the fire and then wiping out all flames, or just whiping out all flames from outside.
Good night.

[Tar Palantir]

The Reaper

The Reaper wanders across the room, looking out the window, and notices a pillar of smoke in the distance. "A fire..." he says, mostly to himself but loud enough that Joe can hear him. "I can help them." He turns back to Joe, speaking loudly and with authority. "I am going to see if there is anything I can do to help. If anyone tries to capture me, I can always escape into the shadows. There are people there who need my help. Do not follow me. You can be tracked far more easily than I can, and I don't want my safe house compromised. If you leave, don't come back. I'll find you if I wish to speak with you. Until we meet again." With this last statment, he leaps into the shadows, his mind filled with the screams of dying children.

He arrived quickly despite the daylight, and remained hidden from the prying eyes of civilians and other supers while he surveyed the situation. Several supers were already on the scene, helping those trapped inside to safety. A room on the seventh floor looked inviting, a window opening onto a darkened room beyond. Calling upon his powers, he leapt through the shadows to that room and emerged from his shadow meld. Still moving stealthily and sticking to the shadows, he made his way through the floor, finally finding a room with a lone child in it, sobbing gently. He moved forward slowly, speaking soft, "Don't be afraid, little one. Today is not your day to die, if I have anything to say about it." Looking around briefly for a way to damp his frightening touch, his eyes fell upon a colorful blanket. He tied it securly around his neck and arms, then walked to the window. "Grab on," he said, and as soon as the child had a firm grasp he leapt out of the window, using his claws to grasp tightly the wall of the adjacent building. Luckily, the distance was short, and the building was on the shaded side, blocking the sun's killing rays. He carried the child to the second to last level of the fire escape, setting him down there, just below the line of sunlight. He tore of a brightly colored piece of the blanket and gave it to the child, saying, "If you can, climb the stairs to the roof, and wave that blanket as high as you can, so that one of the other heroes can see you. When they come, tell them it was the Reaper who rescued you." Without another word, he melds into the shadows and reenters the building, looking for anyone else to save.

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Make any necessary checks, geez3r, noting the +20 to Hide checks from the shadows. Even the floors on flame will have abundant shadows, so with care the Reaper should be able to always be in shadow.

[Xerxes Shadow]

With Reaper gone, Joe turned his attention back to the thug. "Mr. Dog, I'd like you to stay here for a moment more." He rummaged around the apartment, looking for a camera.

ROLLS: Search 17. If he finds a camera, he will photograph the thug, leave, and check his email for any replies to the poster search. If not, he'll just go check his email. With either outcome, he'll drop the thug off at a police station with strict orders to 'fess up (Intimidate 19) or the Reaper will come for him.

[dfpiii]

Professor Dark aka Paragon

Professor Dark orders his sandwich to go.

Unfamiliar with the city, it is a short cab ride near to his destination, where the traffic is halted and trucks are in disarray across the street. He walks through a growing throng of citizens gazing skywards and does likewise.

He watches the "super heroes" arrive like a swarm, by rooftop, by wing, by means fabulous and diverse. The specatcularly costumed and the more mundanely attired ferry and flit those trapped to the street or to other buildings.

"Inspired," he says quietly to himself.

Should anyone wish to catch super heroes in a net, all that is necessary is something common and mundane. Without a thought they throw themselves into harm's way. It isn't even a particularly large fire, but it provides a vital lesson.

Professor Dark continues his observations of the super heroes who arrive at the scene, noting with studious carefulness every mannerism and physical trait, while leaning against a wall and eating his sandwich. At the same time he is watching the crowd - aware that if anyone had staged this event, they would be doing exactly the same thing he was. And possibly, of course, this was only stage one of some trap.

[geez3r]

THE FIRE - Nosferatu/Pulse/Davan/Kid Zeus/Gust/Nathaniel/Paragon/Reaper oh and the fire department, you know, the guys trained and equipped to handle a situation like this


{seriously, this has got to be the weirdest thing the people in the crowd have ever seen. You know if you guys want some action, just say the magic words "I go on patrol" then again, it makes it pretty easy for me}

The fire department has successfully rescued the 2 remaining people on the 3rd floor, and are now focusing their efforts on putting out the fire, while the rest of you fly about.

The crowd has gotten progressively louder, and a lot of muttering can be heard as the people talk to each other, pointing a Super or two as they fly about.

Nos - The girls nods smiling and says "thank you"

Pulse - When you reach the window and look in, you are able to see the 4 people right away. Three of them (you guess to the the parents and a young child) are sleeping together in a bed, in a way that suggests that the kid snuck into the bed last night. About 7' away from the bed is a crib with a baby in it. They are either all dead, or still asleep.

Davan - You easily get the dresser off of the woman {who weighs 140}. When you scoop her up, you kind of get the feeling that you should be able to absorb the impact of the fall pretty easily (seeing as how you can ignore 110ft worth of falling damage and it's a 50ft fall)

Kid Zeus - A guy on the far end of the 4th floor looks to be in a bit of a jam, he's got the window pried open, with his head sticking out, but smoke is pouring out as well, and he's coughing quite a bit.

Gust - There are fire fighters on the north and east sides of the building, trying to quench the flames, and you decide to enter the south side of the building, smashing through a window as you go. You easily extinguish the flames with your powers, however you realize something: No air in the room = no air for you to breathe, enjoy holding your breath.

Nathaniel - It's a pretty large fire, so it'll take you more than 1 try, but you snuff out all the flames in 1 room quite easily.

Paragon - You see a man with short black hair, dressed in business attire, in an alleyway leaning against the wall with his arms crossed looking at the scene in a way quite similar to your own. He doesn't appear to notice you.

Reaper - You bamf the kid to safety, and successfully slink back into the building. Your going is a little slow because of how smoke filled the place is. You eventually find quite a disturbing sight however. Inside one of the rooms, you find a single old man in the room, which smells like gasoline, giggling to himself with the words "BURN" and "FIRE" scrawled on the walls.

Legion

The chain pens lay at your feet, free of their tyrannical masters at long last.

The prisoners reply that they have nothing of the sort, an independent company does the cleaning on the weekends.

The drilling is mind numbingly loud, and progress is slow, but about half an hour later, the door falls in, granting you entry to the Deposit room.

Andrew/Vox Populi

Dr. Wilson replies "We are currently unsure if any... "mundane" cure exists, but some of our patients have exhibited the ability to directly manipulate the mutations of the other patients, sometimes nullifying them, other times absorbing them temporarily, with varying degrees of success. So we know for sure that it is possible to divorce a patient from their mutations, at least temporarily without causing them undue harm. I believe that if we are able to determine the exact properties the base mutagen then we will have made great strides in developing a cure. Unfortunately, I have great experience in these matters and my gut tells me that this will take at least 6 months of thorough research and experimentation, and that is if we get a miracle. Anything more you would like to add Mr. Sellars?"

Joe

{I'll roll a d10: 1-5 there's a camera, 6-10 no camera}
1d10=5
Yay camera. You snap the thug's photo and drop him off at the Police HQ and return to your place without much of a hassle {Unless you feel like playing fireman }

When you check your email, you have one message.
Sender: [email protected]
Subject: Posted offer

hey, i saw ur message,a dn i like thoguht tat we cud hlp u. wut did u have in mind? how much does it like pay and stuff 2.

byes

[email protected]

[Wiz]

Pulse

If there is no trace of smoke or fire in the room, I will use my power to bend out the metal holding the window in place, letting it pop inward (where it might shatter on the floor or not). I will then land my craft inside, switching off the engine and call out to the people. If they wake, I will explain about the fire, if not, I will go over to check on them.

[Xerxes Shadow]

"Loud sigh," said Joe as he typed a response.

Sender- [email protected]
Subject- RE: Posted offer

Meet me a block west of the burning building (you know, the one with all the mutants around it?) at 5:00 PM tomorrow. We'll discuss payment there. And the job. I'll be the one in the trenchcoat, with the swords strapped across my back. If you come early, I'll be the one dropping from five stories up.

-Katana

"She sounds like an idiot, but I guess she's the only reply... good thing I have this picture. I think I'll look for Laura now. Why am I talking to myself?" He stepped away from the computer, hitting SEND at the same time, and flipped open his cell phone. He called the hospital, and waited for a few minutes while he was on hold. He asked the receptionist if someone named Laura Smith was staying there, to get a response of...

[ChronicLunacy]

Kid Zeus

The costumed avenger, in all his teenage might, hovered by the guy's window, holding an arm up as if to keep the smoke out of his face. He coughed a few times, knowing that it was probably a hundred times worse for the man inside, as he had to practically hang out of his apartment to find a tiny bit of fresh air.

"Now, sir, I need you to grab a hold of my hand and think happy thoughts!" he coughed, but managed a good-natured grin anyway, despite the situation.

When the man was able to climb out the window, Kid Zeus grabbed him by clasping each forearm and sort of dragged him out, lowering him to the ground before he lost his grip.

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At strength 10, I can drag about 200, I believe. So unless the man is overweight he should be able to keep hold until they're on the ground. If I need to, I'll do a strength check/spend action points. Just let me know.

[Tar Palantir]

The Reaper moves forward cautiously, slightly confused. "Are you insane, old man?" he asks, ready to leap into action if needed. He appeared to be a harmless old man, but there was no telling what powers he might have.

[Raven T.]

Alex

Three of the older members rise, thank Alex for the meal, and ask to be excused. Absentmindedly, he waves them off. Those who do not have the stomach for this shouldn't be here in the first place. That brings them down to ten.

Clearing his throat, he eyes down all those who remain. It was make or break time. As he speaks, he also talks with his hands and eyes, quite animated.

Suggested listening: Mars, Bringer of War by Gustav Holst


"Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, I will get down to the heart of the matter. I'm sure that you have all, in one form or another, seen and heard about the events of late. These events have created a shift in the balance of power. I have done some independent research into this matter and have learned that there is more than meets the eye to these events. Two companies are responsible and it is our duty as the new guard to make sure their business practices are brought to light, exposing their avarice, their corruption, and their blatant disregard for people and property.

"Thanks in part to the failures of both Forthwind Shipping and the chemical's manufacturer Balchem, we sit upon the cusp of a new phase of mankind's development. Those currently in power, set in their ways, will NOT be able to adapt quickly enough to meet the demands. We can...no, we WILL. Do you dream of being in control of your own destiny? Do you loathe the corporate culture that does not reward the ingenious and crafty? The time is now for you to rise up and take a stand; to live your life for yourselves. I do not speak of mindless greed; just the opposite. Money is a tool. I speak of raw power.

"With the winds of change blowing as they have begun to, ambition will win the day. You have all shown me, time and time again, that you have the drive, ambition, and tenacity that I look for in the people I trust. Know this: I would not have asked you here if I did not trust you all implicitly. I am formulating a plan. If you are willing to work under me as you do now, then I am offering you a position of great power. Yes, you will still have to answer to me, but have I ever let you down?" Alex pauses a moment, both to catch his breath and let the gravity of the situation sink in. Murmurings streamed from the assembled nine as they discussed matters amongst themselves.

"I propose we form our own corporation. An investment firm to start out with; I know you tend to put the bonuses you get from me to good work in the market and you live comfortably. We will pool our resources and begin catering to this new group of mutated people. Rumors are circulating that one is looking to open a bar for others of his kind." His kind; we are nothing alike. "It will give us some base capital while we build a greater business. Forthwind and Balchem are on their way out; we shall seize their assets when they are at their weakest, rebuild, and control this new substance for our very own!"

An aura of darkness seemed to surround him as he launched into the end of his speech. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have the opportunity here to achieve everything you could ever dream of, to obtain power beyond your wildest dreams. Evolution teaches us that only the strongest and fittest will survive while the weak cattle are left behind and slaughtered. Strength of will and mind shall reign supreme. Rewards for success will continue to become greater and greater as our power grows. We may have to do some ugly things to get there, but I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to permit us to do this as legally as possible. Join with me here, and we will RUN THIS WORLD! What say you?!" The power...the raw potential that the mutagen had unleashed within his system fueled his ambition further. His eyes were alight with a passionate flame. His aura crackled a dark red and black. This was his time; these were his men and women. There'll be no one...NO ONE to stop them.

[evisiron]

Nosferatu
Nosferatu quickly flicks a thumbs up towards the small girl. Pulling down the mask to reveal a toothy grin may not be the ideal gesture at this time...

Once again turning to the building, Nosferatu assesses the situation, notices the various Supers moving around the building, and the number of people who still seem to be calling for help.

He leaps into the air once again.

"This may take a while..."

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I am setting Nosferatu onto 'autopilot', rushing to which ever area seems to be the trickest for the Breathers to reach and saving as many people as he can. I will break the cycle if he notices something dramatic happen (such as half the building falling) or if I decide to change actions. Feel free to make rolls as needed.

[The_Lonely_d12]

Davan

Leaving the woman in the care of the firefighters, Davan glances back up at the building, apparently just now noticing the plethora of supers running amok saving people.

Wow...I figured there'd be one or two others...but this is a bit more than that, isn't it?

Readjusting the material effectively serving as a mask so that it sat properly covering from his nose and down, Davan leaps back into the fray, looking for any others trapped.

OoC:

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Lather, rinse, and repeat: same as before, getting in, getting the trapped peoples, getting out. Unless I run into something more challenging