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Piratecat Comics & MnM presents six issues of Code-4: Reunion (updated 4/06)
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Wulf Ratbane
Adventurer
Paxr0mana said:
I was thinking, "one" favorite hero:
Not a lot of difference between 9L and Wolverine other than cosmetic.
(That's not a criticism.)
RangerWickett
Legend
I would've said Deadpool, myself.
I'm a sucker for puns, so I dig the reformer. And poor California, losing its streak of good weather.
Thanks for the inspiration, P-Kitty.
I'm a sucker for puns, so I dig the reformer. And poor California, losing its streak of good weather.
Thanks for the inspiration, P-Kitty.
Len
Prodigal Member
Everyone has watched The Incredibles recently, and every supers game from now on is going to have an Omnibot in it. Wulf has cleverly ensured that it's on the side of the players.Plane Sailing said:Omnibot V... purely co-incidence, or did someone watch the Incredibles recently?
Good stuff, although I gotta say I like Wave. I really like the image of surfing clouds and flying around that way. Then again, I really like flying as my super power of choice. Although regeneration is pretty sweet as well, but I agree with wulf that 9-L gets very close to a wolverine clone. Which does tend to happen for good or ill.
Tellerve
Tellerve
Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
I won't speak for Blackjack, but Wolverine wasn't mentioned once during the character creation process. It can probably be seen as a different interpretation of similar powers. 9-L has the social skills to be the faceman, and his power set has cat-oriented aspects such as leaping. It'll be interesting to see how the different characters play out over six sessions; I suspect that everyone will shine in different ways, and you can be assured that I'll be specifically targetting weaknesses.Wulf Ratbane said:
It's worth mentioning that the Reformer was originally intended to be a bad guy. During the aforementioned casino robbery (a one-shot game we played while Ashy was visiting; that no good so-and-so one-shotted my main bad guy!) the Reformer ended up defecting to the good guys in order to avoid getting pasted. I just love the image of a guy who walks into an empty room and creates a chair to sit down in, then a table to put his feet up on. . . and who can dismiss them at will when the mood strikes him.
Ryan, you'll appreciate this exchange from the game. . .RangerWickett said:
Me: The door slams open and icy cold wind swirls into the barroom.
Kat: Warm air.
Me (confused): No, really cold air. It's February in New England.
Kat: Except Wave is living in Freedom City now.
Me: Ohhhh. Man, Freedom City is going to be stealing tourists and college students away from Boston and Providence left and right!
And that's about the point where I wrote off most plots based on bad weather.
Blackjack
First Post
Piratecat said:
Yeah, the Wolverine thing didn't actually occur to me until after the character was created, mostly since the addition of claws was almost an afterthought. I will say that 9-L doesn't have the physical ferocity of Wolverine (his attack isn't that high), and has more immunities and resistance to damage than I picture Wolverine having. This is not to say they're not drawn from similar cloth, even if by accident.
Also, Nine Lives has much better hygiene.
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Piratecat
Sesquipedalian
AGONY'S GAMBIT: Issue 1, Chapter 8
Channel 3 News Broadcast
WNTW, Freedom City
The bodies of WNTW news anchors Tina Kassarian and Joe Betrall lay in their comfortable chairs and steamed as acid did its work.
The image on the barroom TV was unsteady as it swung to the left and panned across to where sports reporter Brian Timmons usually sat. Timmons was nowhere to be seen. In his usual spot sat a naked woman humming a faint tune. Well, she may have been naked; it was hard to tell under the shimmering veil of green vapor that partially obscured her body. The oily mist also scudded across her face and hid her true features. Just enough of the woman’s form was visible to know that it would definitely be worth getting a peek at the rest.
Nine Lives let out a low whistle. “She looks like a young Eliza Dushku, only with fewer clothes.”
“Who?” asked the Eternal Sentinel and Omnibot at the same time.
“I could take Eliza Dushku,” said Wave with a frown.
“I’d pay to see that.” The Reformer licked his lips and moved closer to the television to try and get a better look. “Great Scott, she has huge --”
The woman on the newscast tittered. “Good evening, Freedom City. You can call me Agony. That’s what I’m in due to heartbreak, and that’s what Joe and Tina here were in when they didn’t listen to my request. It seems appropriate.” She smiled radiantly through the poisonous green vapor. “But no one else has to die if everyone obeys instructions. Isn’t that nice?” There was a hint of manic desperation in her voice. “I’ve seized this station so that I could deliver an important message. Tomorrow night, I will be getting married to the love of my life. Tomorrow night, I’ll become Mrs. Nine Lives.”
Boulder turned his stony gaze on Nine Lives. “I wasn’t invited.”
“Neither was I, pal.”
Wave said, “I think you’re being invited right now. Who is she?”
Nine Lives shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.”
On the television, Agony continued. “Tomorrow evening at 7:50 pm sharp, I’ll tell Nine Lives where he has to be ten minutes later. He’ll be there, I know; he’s a superhero and would never let me down, but this way we avoid the awkward police presence. At 8:00 in front of witnesses, Nine Lives is going to formally propose to me and marry me.” She sighed deeply. “We’ve been promised to one another for some time, but I’ve had trouble getting in touch with him. I’ve gone to homes where I thought he lives, but he’s never there. He hasn’t returned my emails or telegrams or phone calls.”
Nine Lives flipped out his cell phone and looked annoyed. “You know, I have voice mail. I don’t think she even really tried.”
The camera zoomed in as Agony stood up. “This time, finally, he’ll come to me so that we can be truly married. I’ll have a minister handy.” She clasped her hands over her heart, creating a memorable gap in the mist. “If he isn’t there, of course, I’m going to kill thousands and thousands of people. But I’m sure it won’t come to that. The other people in this studio don’t have to die, and neither do the scores of people who will perish should Nine Lives not live up to his obligations.” She blew a kiss, and let out another squeal of irritating laughter. “Good night, my darling. Until tomorrow.”
The television camera went black. Amy Feng reappeared on the screen. “Again, that was the scene less than twenty minutes ago at our own studios here in -- ” Vinnie snapped off the set.
Agent Morrison looked ill as he listened to his earpiece. “I’m latched into intelligence and coordination divisions. We have a team on its way to the news studio and another team combing records. Nine Lives, any guesses as to who she is?”
“Nope. Not off the top of my head.”
Agent Morrison looked at the group gathered before him. His eyes were hard. “In that case, superheroes,” he said, “Freedom city needs your help.”
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Channel 3 News Broadcast
WNTW, Freedom City
The bodies of WNTW news anchors Tina Kassarian and Joe Betrall lay in their comfortable chairs and steamed as acid did its work.
The image on the barroom TV was unsteady as it swung to the left and panned across to where sports reporter Brian Timmons usually sat. Timmons was nowhere to be seen. In his usual spot sat a naked woman humming a faint tune. Well, she may have been naked; it was hard to tell under the shimmering veil of green vapor that partially obscured her body. The oily mist also scudded across her face and hid her true features. Just enough of the woman’s form was visible to know that it would definitely be worth getting a peek at the rest.
Nine Lives let out a low whistle. “She looks like a young Eliza Dushku, only with fewer clothes.”
“Who?” asked the Eternal Sentinel and Omnibot at the same time.
“I could take Eliza Dushku,” said Wave with a frown.
“I’d pay to see that.” The Reformer licked his lips and moved closer to the television to try and get a better look. “Great Scott, she has huge --”
The woman on the newscast tittered. “Good evening, Freedom City. You can call me Agony. That’s what I’m in due to heartbreak, and that’s what Joe and Tina here were in when they didn’t listen to my request. It seems appropriate.” She smiled radiantly through the poisonous green vapor. “But no one else has to die if everyone obeys instructions. Isn’t that nice?” There was a hint of manic desperation in her voice. “I’ve seized this station so that I could deliver an important message. Tomorrow night, I will be getting married to the love of my life. Tomorrow night, I’ll become Mrs. Nine Lives.”
Boulder turned his stony gaze on Nine Lives. “I wasn’t invited.”
“Neither was I, pal.”
Wave said, “I think you’re being invited right now. Who is she?”
Nine Lives shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before.”
On the television, Agony continued. “Tomorrow evening at 7:50 pm sharp, I’ll tell Nine Lives where he has to be ten minutes later. He’ll be there, I know; he’s a superhero and would never let me down, but this way we avoid the awkward police presence. At 8:00 in front of witnesses, Nine Lives is going to formally propose to me and marry me.” She sighed deeply. “We’ve been promised to one another for some time, but I’ve had trouble getting in touch with him. I’ve gone to homes where I thought he lives, but he’s never there. He hasn’t returned my emails or telegrams or phone calls.”
Nine Lives flipped out his cell phone and looked annoyed. “You know, I have voice mail. I don’t think she even really tried.”
The camera zoomed in as Agony stood up. “This time, finally, he’ll come to me so that we can be truly married. I’ll have a minister handy.” She clasped her hands over her heart, creating a memorable gap in the mist. “If he isn’t there, of course, I’m going to kill thousands and thousands of people. But I’m sure it won’t come to that. The other people in this studio don’t have to die, and neither do the scores of people who will perish should Nine Lives not live up to his obligations.” She blew a kiss, and let out another squeal of irritating laughter. “Good night, my darling. Until tomorrow.”
The television camera went black. Amy Feng reappeared on the screen. “Again, that was the scene less than twenty minutes ago at our own studios here in -- ” Vinnie snapped off the set.
Agent Morrison looked ill as he listened to his earpiece. “I’m latched into intelligence and coordination divisions. We have a team on its way to the news studio and another team combing records. Nine Lives, any guesses as to who she is?”
“Nope. Not off the top of my head.”
Agent Morrison looked at the group gathered before him. His eyes were hard. “In that case, superheroes,” he said, “Freedom city needs your help.”
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