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Maddy grins to Gus's comments--and suddenly starts to glow a dull purple. "Yeah, but like I said--I'm nearly impossible to hurt. So I can pretty much give my mouth free reign." She listens to Sergeant O'Connor's speech, and blinks. "Damn, you're just a norm, and you signed up for this?"...

Maddy nods, eyes widening. "Um, yep. Perfect sense. Totally and completely get you, man. You're a boogeyman. Yep. Got it." Glancing at the other members, Maddy idly points at her temple and twirls her finger, while rolling her eyes around in her head.

Maddy glances at him, worried. "What do you mean by--not exactly...a human...?"

The Juggler nods, and readies a handful of shuriken. "Let's let Mr. Jones scope out the University for a little longer. Might save us all a great deal of trouble..."

"Hey, I like the 'beating things up' part. It's the 'being called something stupid' part I mind." She frowns. "And the costumes. And the monologues. And the "getting hit by ray guns". That last bit's really annoying."

Maddy glances at her. "Wow. You've achieved the maximum effect--your codename sounds like a car model." She spreads her hands. "And now, from GM the 2007 Nimbus!" She chuckles and looks at her again. "Did you choose that one? Or did it get inflicted on you? 'Cause if it was, and you have...

The Juggler glances at Dr. Archeville. He has at some point shifted to an urban camo version of his outfit. "I'd say our best bet is to get the field down, burst in, and then have the heavy artillery act as a diversion whilst I sneak around. If Mr. Jones can pinpoint a location, I can take care...

Maddy's face widens in shock. "Jesus! What happened to you? Did you get doused with some freaky chemical or something?" She shudders. "I mean, I know I should get used to the freakiness, but that's just plain creepy. I mean, I guess it made picking a stupid codename easier--but still, must...

The Juggler chuckles. "Probably not going to work, Pixie Stick. This has super-science written all over it..."

An audible, annoyed sigh is heard. "Bright Girl, okay? The name is Bright Girl..." The owner of the voice quickly comes into view--a short young woman with thick glasses wearing a Resolute uniform and a baggy leather jacket. "God, that's annoying. I mean--real annoying. What's next...

Bright Girl Concept/Archetype: Psionic Powerhouse Power Level: 8 Power Points: 120 Experience Points: 0 Hero Points: 1 ABILITIES STR 30(10) +10(+0) (0 PP) DEX 14 +2 (4 PP) CON 10 +0 (0 PP) INT 10 +0 (0 PP) WIS 14 +2 (4 PP) CHA 14 +2 (4 PP) SAVES TOUG +11 (Impervious)/0 (0 Con + 0 Feat + 11...

The Juggler snorts at Mr. Jones remark. "If they put one of these on every Bank, I'd find a way through, believe me. It'd just take me a while..."

The Juggler stares at the field. "And to think what he could have accomplished if he used his genius for good, instead of evil. Why, every house in America could have a device like that!" He chuckles. "So I'm damned glad he's a baddie. That is one impressive eyesore."

The Juggler strokes his chin. "I suspect the 'bait' theory might be true--or the Crier could have been intended as a distraction for the police, not us." He shrugs. "Or perhaps the Crier decided to attempt the robbery on his own. And the 'test theory' might be the case in virtually any...

The Juggler amuses himself by fiddling with coin tricks.

The Juggler frowns. "I spoke to him briefly--when he was looking for 'research subjects'. I doubt I'd get a lot of mileage from that, if he even remembered me. Men like him are hardly known for their trusting and open natures. More for shooting you and then using your body for material the...

The Juggler frowns. "That voice sounds familiar. Might be a certain professor--acquaintence of mine who had--an interest in powers that was slightly unhealthy. Didn't call himself anything then, but that might have changed." He taps idly on the table. "He might be the Minister-though...

"All we can do is try to work together better in the future," notes the Juggler.

The Juggler takes out a few knives and begins to juggle with them idly. "I have to be honest with you. Sgt. Jailbait is probably satisfied with things because most of what she saw were the end results. But from the ground--we did piss-poor in there. We were disorganized--we were...

The Juggler glances at the mad scientist, frowning. "Not to be a hardass, Herr Doktor, but may I politely ask where the hell were you when that situation to a trip into Messtown, thanks to the actions of Pixiestick?" Well-Informed, Gather Information 26. What does the Juggler know about the...