Rock_Powerfist

Nullman move up to stand beside the Light Beamer , Enlightened Falcon , “ sweet zapping , let me slow them a little..”

unknowable ideas fled Nullmans skull and dropped into the heads of the oncoming green wall of troll flesh ...((Terrify..)) .. rapidly followed by the maths for a few spacial rejiggings ((Gale))...

“ how many of these to a gang normally ? . . .” he asked the hero ...

The telepathic message buzzed towards Nullmans mind , and missed , the poor confused message looked again , and saw the mind was no quite where it had aimed , then as it swung back to pass on its content the target mind seemed to not be there again , it was to the left , and had always been left .. the messages energy rapidly disapated as it vainly sort the unhitable target .....

Thoughts of Nullman's grand arrival and sweet opening lines where slammed from his head , as the flying police car clipped him as he turned the corner into the melee filled street ....

Spinning onto the road surface his metallic skin gave off sparks as he slide to a halt ...

.... jumping to his feet he spotted a fellow cape light beaming a massive green thug-thing , as few odd thought slipped across his mind , and for a instant gravity forgot about the troll and it speed skyward , gravity blushingly then corrected its mistake flinging the green brute back down to the road surface....leaving that one to they light beam flinger ..

..Nullman sent a mind numbing concept (( domination ..hold )) at the head of the third green trollthing .....

while at the same time his practised eyes scan the street , taking in the bodies of the Skulls , the abandoned boxes , the outclass PPD , the fellow Powered ones , and the green monsters causing the problem ...

“... may be a bit heavy .. I should have looked before I leaped ...” his mind considered ...

((please remember i am disclosing char background stuff here , that you IC will not know , no premeptive unmaskings please ))



One street over to the west a pair of eyes slowly open , as their head's ears report the sounds of arriving police cars ...... a fading dark shimmer departs from the eyes , as the half furnished bedroom comes into focus ..... “ [censored] ! .. no way he will come back here now ...” voiced the young man's ire .
Rising from the chair , he smooths down the fabric of his crushed apricot coloured silk shirt, Armani , straightening his silk , sunset magenta , tie,John Bartlett ..and sliding his white Gucci jacket on.
Picking up his electronic toys as he went , he slipped out of the open kitchen window on to the fire escape .....unseen , as his abilities kicked in to hide him from prying eyes ...

Peering towards the sound of PPD activity a small smile appears across the face .....

“might as well make a appearance , get on the good side of the local cops , never a bad move to make ...”

In his head he rehearsed his opening lines , always make a good first impression ..” hey there Officers , Nullmans the name , no you wont have heard of me , i'm new , just in from Frisco ...”

And while the young man's mind is sorting out his speech , the Other sharing that space sees the Skull blood heel print on the fire escape , and without disturbing the planing of the opening address , directs the left foot to smear the blood into the muck and mold covering the metal griddng ,
while at the same time uses the speech construction , to direct the young man's train of thought so as to ignore the fact the kitchen window was open , not shut as he had left it.

The man's shape flickers for a moment , and is replaced by a white metallic skinned form , adjusting his degree of hiddeness , so that he could be spotted from a few yards away , he stepped off the fire escape , hovering for a second and then sliding through the air just as if he could actually fly ...

“ I am always happy to lend a hand Officer , can let those crims getaway with it ...” ya that's a good second line he though as the smile widened

(( just what i need for my toon to make a splash ..))


The Bone Daddy's speech halted as his voice became stuck on the sal... of salvation ...the voice cracked and the “al” became a scream of abject terror , his whole body locked rigid as the scream rose to ear shattering pitch ... his fellow Skulls swept the crowd for as reason .. and then slowly all their heads turned to look at the space above their screaming leader ....

Hanging in the air was a purple blur that made the eye sting , and the brain ache ,

The Bone Daddy's vocal cords seem to fail , he heaved and suddenly was coughing up blood , from his mouth , nose and eye sockets blood flowed , again a great cough rack his body , and a stream of blood was hurled out over the crowd .... the cough snapped the rigid body and it fell , tumbling from the box to collapse like a broken doll. ... bright red blood seeping from nose , mouth and eyes the only movement......

The crowd exploded away from the skulls , seeking only to make distance.. direction was meaningless , speed the one concern ...

One of the Skulls raised a gun and pointed at the temple of his brother Skull's head , at a range of 4cm he squeezed the trigger , and the hollow point .357 magnum round exited the opposite temple dragging a chunk of the fore brain with it ....


The black and purple clad caped figure still hung in mid air above the fallen Bone Daddy .. strangely out of focus , its metal masked face turned and the Skulls lost all will , they stood like string cut puppets .....

The caped figure floated to the gun wielder and pulled the gun from his hands , peered at it for a moment , then pointed and fired three rounds into the gun wielders chest ....

The metal masked head tilted in though , and then its eyes seemed to darken and as one the Skulls screamed , a few managed to hug there heads in their hands as the fell , but the whole group hit the floor ..bodies twisted and broken ...

A purple and black winged boot nudged one of the Skulls .. the body flopped back its muscles slack , a dribble of blood running from the slack jawed mouth , the eyes rolled back in their sockets ....

Looking at the backs of the still fleeing crowd , the figure seemed to fade into the air , leaving a disembodied voice to cry out to the ....... “ What is wrong shall not be .. and those who do that wrong shall come to know the price of their crimes .. and pay in full.......”

for a moment silence ruled the street .. then the sound off incoming police sirens filled the void .....

where do i sign up ...

i will get my grey matter into gear and try to get the concept completely together and post something in the handbook ...

and then try to put together a overview for you ..

/group Hug for Quin nasty techno-pocalypse you have , hope it all recovers fast and smooth for you there ...

hey chill Red like has Rik ever been late , or not there ...

err now whichwherewhen was it ......P

i do have a hmm 70% of my concept for a power hungry .. mine , mine the world is mine .. type villian , i more need to find a AT that will suit , and that i will like to play , than anything else ...

as asked above .. why ?

(( was excellent fun , great to see so many vill RPers.. and a good looking base .. gratz on a a successful event ))

fibber ...

time slot booked ..

(( OOC bit first .. good to have you back ....OK char recap ...


Georgia Innmoth ..mutant corrupter AR/Kin...left the group to deal with personal issues in char's background ..real reason I was so poor are playing a corrupter ..and by the time I has though up a new char Brit left .. and I still cant play a corrupter well .. I play it to much like a blaster ....in the end I dropped the char as the hyenas was no more ..

However if you are plaining a reform , I would love to return , I have still got the char name .

End of OOC bit ))

Sometime ago

Georgia had spent many months , all her cash and the last of her fake passports hanging on to the trail .. the small farm was too close to the Mexican town of Chetumal and the boarder with Belize , for her to get away with mass gun-play ... she signalled the others to pull back ...

“sorry guys looks like a no go , your pay is here , I will see you another time .. now get well away before tomorrow ....” the three grim faced mercs picked up their envelopes and left ...

grabbing a camo net Georgia made her way back to the hill overlooking the farm , settling into the freshly scrapped hollow , she slide the low light scope onto the rifle ....

12/09/2008, Early Evening, Dockside, Port Oakes

the Watcher made a note on the corner of a newspaper , face and time , and then got back to sorting this morning haul of recyc ...

the five dollar bill she accepted was a dirt stained as her fingers , the newspaper page that she passed to the Collector slightly cleaner ... “wait “ came the Collectors strained voice .. “what colour pants did you say he was wearing ...”

its not being paranoid when you have the scars to prove they really are out to get you , which is why the Collectors message passed through four text services , three emails , and a good old fashion dead letter drop ....before falling into the hands of Georgia ...

“shXt , I wonder if he knows how many people are on the look out for him , damm I do owe him ...Ok men we are braking cover .. if they want us they can come looking .. but I think we may have a new old friend to lend a hand ....we have been hiding too long .. gather the gear meet at the shed tomorrow .. I have a personal meeting to set up .....”


((next time Big Game sees Sal at the Wayward Wench there will be a anon message , contain just enough info to ID Georgia ..and say long time no see ..can we meet ))

any time over the week end i can make as long as i know by end of friday ...Rik is not one for planing .. so he would just show his face and nod a lot ..

sad to say Chum island is very hit and miss .. been there with no one turning up or just three or four people ......

i find apart from Pok D most CoV RP is in SG or small groups who already know each other ...

in other words there is very little open RP ...

we did have a long debate about this and came to the conclusion that most villian charaters are not that social.. beyond their imediated friends ie SG ..

Chum was tried as a neutral ground meeting place but support seems very thin ...

my thoughts are that it appears that villians need a good hard reason to get together and interact .. ie a on going Plot line .. which needs some one to run and moderate ..and requires a time commitment by the players ...and then global agreement on the plot events effects on the game world ... so cant see that happening ..

Bill looked at VGX-3..
" hmm come up with some smart way to defeat that thing .. and be quick about it .. as it looks like we are about to get clockwork problems as well "

swinging round as Gall spokes , Bill considers .." we are having a bad day i think ..." he points to the income Paladin .." and it just goes on and on and on ..sheeh "

Seeing the giant metal man arriving stage left Bill went for Plan E ..exit stage right , and flew clear of both of the monsters ...

" before any one offers odds, remember sports gambling is still illegal ..."

circling around Bill rejoined the clump of Heroes ....

"ok whos plan is this , and what do i need to do ?"

Thanks .. advice slotted ..

Advise please .. having had a +regn IO drop for me .. which power in the scrapper Regn power set is the best place to slot it ....with reasons please ...thanks

Bill hauled himself upright , patted the dust and rocks from his clothing , and felt the fresh dent in his helmet ...

“well I think that was a fairly clear case of resisting arrest , looks like we will have to do it the harsh way .....”

a moments consideration and Bill selected the energy sword , more controllable in a tight spot and the green glowing energy blades seemed to suit the sci fi theme this outer space critter was laying down ...

“OK I am going for the legs , rest of you pick a spot and do your thing ..”

rocket boots fired up once more , but this time Bill gained no height , keeping low , just above car roof level , Bill slowly turned up the boots thrust to catch up with the space beast , ...

this was Plan L for Leg chops ...keeping low and out of the reach or any arms , Bill plotted a series of high speed passes of the monster lower legs , with each pass he would swing in the energy blades making a rapid slash and hack as he flew past ....either forcing the creature to stop and face him , or hamstring , and remove one of its legs ....

Bill stared at the tower of goo and glowing things ..” yep , its going to be a very long shift this one “

he strolled over to the growing group of heroes ...” so , who is meant to deal with outer space crooks ..?”

Adjusting his helmet strap Bill slide out his big blade , a Rikti made death machine of a sword .. .."so we taking pictures or are we arresting it ??”

Bill stopped his tireless arm and hung up the thorn blade ... he kicked the remains a few time just to be sure , sometimes dead thing still bite he mused ...

Stepping clear he looked around the damage , dead and ruin ... Paragon what a place ...crossed his mind

Knowing his first aid skill where limited to saying “there ,there it doesn't look too bad ” Bill moved off to check the wreckage for anyone trapped ...or any space rock or clone fragment still needing a stabbing ...

Nodding to Annie , and replying ..” no Zombie is fine , it is what I am ..” Bill poked around the crash site looking for any clues to the things origins ...

“hmmm” considered Bill's brain “I think we have their attention “ .. as the roar of purple energy tried to fry Bill's brain , rapidly Plan X snapped into action , a trick from Rikti fighting ((elusive mind)) lent a shield to Bill's mental centre .. “lets try some thing new here , Plan M for magic “

.. the energy blades vanished at a switches flick ,and the hilt swapped out, ..Bill now wielding a Thorn magic blade , acquired from a errhm sleeping CoT goon slashed into the three gas pumping sphincters...

Bolts , in a range of types , colours , and energies slammed into Bill , as the clones turned upon him ..

“ok “ thinks the Bill Brain , “go for broke time “ and the zombie frame kicks in up to full strength ((build up )) to rend the sphincters , and the zombie flesh direct all efforts to keeping the frame in one piece ((reconstruction )) ...and the magic blade sped deep deep into the root mass of the sphincters ....

Bill's brain hoped it had figured the distances right , and told Bill's Body to flip , twisting in mid air the pliant zombie body flipped head over feet to do a 180 and now use the rocket boot thrust as braking to come to what turned out to be 4 feet from the smashed ground surface , some 30 feet from the space rock ....

....cutting rocket power Bill landed as the form of Brian emerged from the cloud , Bill note the lack of clone -glow and relaxed by 3% , only to take that back with 23% interest as the long tentacle device arose once more from the space rock....

still holding to Plan C Bill trusted that the Tentacle would deal with Brian first , so he kicked in a burst of running and charged at the three sphincter like protuberances , aiming to cut them at their root and stop the gas flow .....

The SWAT's fire power and a few good swipes from Bill has put the Billclone on the back foot , now hearing Amber Banshee's PPD message , Bill switched to all out attack risking being Blued by SWAT he closed in and landing a killing chop to the Billclones head , cutting though the glow and sending the Billclone to the ground .....

“dump a few mag's in it to be safe guys “ .. the shouted to the SWAT team , and then kicked in his rocket boots , full power up....


Bill's brain selected Plan C , checking the sword was still set to 'no more Mr nice-Bill power' , the rocket boots screamed to full thrust and climbed to 700feet , than Bill started a dive at where he had last seen the spacerock , energy blade to the fore the zombie guided missile drove downwards......