Metahuman College-Issue one: College bound [IC]

[Calinon]

"You were witnessed by many thousands of people, thanks to the news media, and caught live on film. But if you speak the truth, then the justice system will see its way to exonerating you of guilt," she says simply, rapidly wanting nothing more than to leave the matter of deciding the matter to the police. "And the fireball you injured me with was not a figment of my imagination," she adds, briefly turning her healing powers upon herself, then upon the boy. Immediately once she has healed him, she quickly tosses another net about the boy, lifting into the air and flying back to the train station with him in tow.

OOC: Assuming he doesn't like... fireball me or anything

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 4/5

-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

James has no trouble putting his fist through the wall, while uttering his tirade. However, it did not seem to have the same effect as before. The guard’s eyes narrowed and she pressed her lips together, not backing down.

“Where’d you come up with that story? You probably just want to join your partner outside.” Once James is close enough, she throws a punch. She manages to hit him squarely in the jaw, and probably would have seriously hurt a person without super powers. On James, however, it barely leaves a mark.

James growls low in his throat. 'Why do I even bother? Idiots. At least I know the other one is outside..and *you* are in my way!'
James moves, looking like he's about to try another kick, but at the last moment lashes out with a swift couple of powerful punches.

[Free Action] Declare Dodge vs female guard.
[Full Action] Rapid Strike on the guard. All-Out Attack for 4. +15/+15 to hit, +12S damage. Defense vs guard 29, vs anyone else 27. If the second attack isn't needed, that's good too.

(If the guard drops, James slips quietly towards the door, opens it slightly, and peeks out, using Hide and Move Silently again. If she doesn't...well, then it's her move..)

 

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5, Unhurt

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

“It appears the only damage was to the exterior armor. Now, have you seen the other one?” Then, she heard Jonn’s words, and her eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses. “That is highly unlikely, as I have been in this lab for the past-“ she paused and checked her watch, “Twenty two minutes and thirty seconds.”

"Lady, that's what I tried to tell you when I got in here, remember, bump on the head, someone looked just like you?" Marcus asked. "Someone else was handling the other gauntlet, it's probably in the hallway . . .

As the hallway lights up from the energy blast to Jonn, Marcus paused in mid-sentence.

" - though you may not want to go out there right now," Marcus said, "Anyone or anything else we should be concerned about?"

Marcus flew back through the hole and looked for who shot Jonn.

OOC: Dodge vs. opponent. Defense is 29 = 23 base + 2 dodge + 4 size and 10 ranks of Protection.

 

[Nuke261]

Jonn Birkey (Rumble)

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Jonn turned just in time to see the energy blast that struck him and knocked him to the ground.

He was instantly angry, embarrassed and humbled as he saw the smoke rising from his chest.

Then he looked up and saw the armored man moving towards him.

GULP!

Rumble reached for the ground below him and did everything he could to pull a wall of earth up through the opening in the floor.

"Guys, we've got company!"

 

[Dark Nemesis]

-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan

The boy becomes even paler as Black Star speaks of the news media, and actually recoils when she reaches out to heal him. “I injured you?” He bit his lower lip, terror filling his brown eyes. “I am sorry! I do not remember doing this!”

As she wraps still more netting around him, he makes no attempt to struggle or escape, though he is trembling. He does not protest as they take flight, though as Black Star looks down, she could see that he was crying softly.



-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

The guard moved to block the kick that she thought was coming, the series of punches catching her off guard. The first blow causes her to take a step back; the second one causes her to crumble to the ground in a heap.

Slowly, James opens the door slightly and takes a look outside. The first thing he sees is an African American gentleman, dressed in a police officer’s uniform. His gun was drawn and aimed directly at James. “Freeze,” the cop growled.

James could see at least one other police officer standing near the door, also with a gun raised.

Beyond them, the scene was chaotic. James could see at least three people lying on the ground, and an ambulance, blocked in by four police cars.



Marcus Stevens
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Marcus flew into the hallway through the hole created by the gauntlet, and had no trouble seeing whom it was who shot Jonn. The seven foot tall guy dressed in red armor probably the one who started the fight, though as Marcus watched, two others stepped into the hallway: a pale kid dressed as a Goth, and a guy with long green hair, dressed in sagging jeans and a torn tee shirt. The newcomers were not nearly as imposing as the armored guy; in fact, Marcus was pretty sure that the Goth kid had been in some of his classes.

Behind him, Marcus heard Shannon shout. “Could you at least let me OUT of this room?!”



Jonn Birkey
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Jonn watched helplessly as the Goth kid and the green-haired kid emerged into the hallway, and as the red-armored guy took a few steps closer. He tried to call the earth to him, tried to speak, but he seemed to be too frazzled from the injury to do anything. In fact, out of the corner of his eye he saw his neat little ball of dirt fall into a heap onto the floor, the gauntlet it had imprisoned clattering to one side.

Tank strode forward, planting himself between Rumble and the three troublemakers. “That wasn’t cool, man.”

“Move or you’ll get more of the same!” The armored guy snarled. He raised his left hand, and Rumble saw that, instead of a hand, the guy seemed to have a laser cannon at the end of his wrist.

 

[Synchronicity]

James Dunbar, HP 4/5

-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003

The guard moved to block the kick that she thought was coming, the series of punches catching her off guard. The first blow causes her to take a step back; the second one causes her to crumble to the ground in a heap.

Slowly, James opens the door slightly and takes a look outside. The first thing he sees is an African American gentleman, dressed in a police officer’s uniform. His gun was drawn and aimed directly at James. “Freeze,” the cop growled.

James could see at least one other police officer standing near the door, also with a gun raised.

Beyond them, the scene was chaotic. James could see at least three people lying on the ground, and an ambulance, blocked in by four police cars.

James finishes opening the door and steps out, hands away from his sides. He moves to stand facing the cop, speaking as he does. "Look, you idiot, I'm on your side! Put that thing away!" As the cop's weapon doesn't waver (OOC: I assume that's not going to convince him..wonder why? ), James's hand flashes out at exceptional speed, trying to take the gun from the policeman!

OOC: Disarm on the cop with an attack bonus of +13. HP to re-roll a result below 10 on the die since I assume I can't say 'HP to re-roll if I fail'.


If James gets the gun...
James holds the cop's gun by the barrel for a moment, just looking at the man, his exceptional vision also keeping a wary eye on the second policeman."See? If I wanted to hurt you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I'm trying to help you, and you people just refuse to believe me! I can get this guy for you if you'll just stop obstructing me!" With that, James hands the gun back to the cop. "Now, can we quit with all the gun-waving and macho posturing? It's really starting to grate on my nerves."

If James doesn't get the gun...
James sighs slightly as the cop retains hold of his weapon. "Well, you're really not going to listen to me after that. Guess we have to do this the hard way." With that, James falls into a defensive stance between the two policemen, waiting for their inevitable attack.

(OOC: Either way, I get the feeling that this encounter will follow the pattern established by James's attempts at 'diplomacy' so far and crash and burn like a lead balloon.. )

 

[Rybaer]

As Cloud watches, the raven descends, before landing upon the ground with a flap of its wings. This close, Cloud becomes even more certain that she is speaking to a spirit, if only because of its size. Its feathered head was a foot above hers, and it appeared to have a fifteen-foot wingspan.

For a long moment, it regards her, tilting its head to one side, then other. When it spoke, its voice echoed within her head, an elderly male voice. “You are but a child. An outsider, yet you call yourself Menominee. What business do you have here, girl?”

Cloud bristles slightly at the raven's tone, but suspects that it might be testing her. She keeps the tone of her response neutral and respectful.

"As a fully recognized adult of the Menominee people, I would be remiss in speaking openly of my business with a stranger. Now, share your name and you will be less of a stranger...and perhaps then I will explain my business."

 

[Calinon]

Black Star sighs inwardly as she flies the boy, who more and more seems to have been taken control of and used than he was actually evil, back to the police at the train station. He would be safer in the hands of the authorities, she decided, than wandering the streets where vigilantes may take him. She would at least be able to speak with the police, and try her best to tell them of the amulet and its probable affect, though without any evidence, it wouldn't be easy.

She quickly flies down to the ground once in sight of the police at the train station, going towards the first policeman she perceives is in authority.

 

[Keia]

Marcus Stevens (Proton) HPs: 5/5, Unhurt

Math and Sciences Building - 3rd Floor
University of Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Behind him, Marcus heard Shannon shout. “Could you at least let me OUT of this room?!”

"Sorry, crazy people in armor are firing on my friends - get to ya in a second," Marcus replied. Looking at Jonn down on the ground, Marcus asked, "Hey, can you get that door open for her?"

“Move or you’ll get more of the same!” The armored guy snarled.

"Don't suppose you guys are campus security, huh?" Marcus asked, hotly.

If the trio are something other than security of some kind, Marcus will blast the armored guy.

OOC: Ranged Attack +17 [+13 Base +4 Size], 8S Energy Blast (Damage DC 23), Defense of 28 = 23 base + 1 dodge vs. all + 4 size and 10 ranks of Protection.

 

[Nuke261]

Jonn Birkey (Rumble)

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003

Jonn shook his head and stood up. He kept Tank between himself and the three weirdos who shot at him. That guy has a laser gun for an arm!! As he stood he saw Proton fly past him.

"Yeah. Sure. I can get the door." Great. Now these guys think I'm a looser that can't hack it. Jonn moved to the door and checked to see if it could be opened normally. If not, he used his powers to force the dirt from the gauntlet to pry the opening open even more.