Jim looked up at the city skyline and smiled in spite of himself. Sure, people still wanted their packages on a weekend and like usual, the boss man gave him the most numerous and difficult assignments - but when the day was over, and the sun hit the buildings just right...

Suddenly feeling restless, he decides to go for a run. Jim makes a quick stop at home to change into the familiar silver and black and heads out into the city. He zips across town without purpose, enjoying the freedom of the night air.

As the sun started to go down Mochizuki finished off her breakfast and poured herself into her jet black garb. She needed to follow up on a tip she'd beaten out of one of the Helles Belles last night.

"This will be easy," she thought to herself, "One truck, no guards. Let's see if I can do it in silence."

She slid her sai into their holsters and affixed her garish and unnerving, trademark mask.

"Lower East Side, here I come," she whispered to herself and leapt out of her window.

Saul had a smile on his face, his mountain of paper called homework was complete, nothing went wrong in the shop and he had gotten a cheap offer on a pizza. The prospect of a whole pizza to himself had a way of sating the eternal furnace that was teenage metabolism that few others could match. Not much more could possibly happen for this to be a perfect day.

But one thing occurred to him was to get some kicks out of kicking some goon butt. Maybe it would be an attempt at a bank robbery he could stop? Or maybe it would be a returning a car that had been stolen for parts? There was only one way for Saul to find out, or rather Scorch Scale!

After selecting a secluded alleyway and hiding his satchel, Saul transformed into his reptilian alternate identity in a quick blaze of flame.
"I'm fired up!" he proclaimed to the world at large, ready to take on what was out there.

Frankie was still very new to the city, and as such she gawped unashamedly at the buildings that dwarfed anything they had back at home, but then again THIS was home now, wasn't it?
She walked happily along side her Auntie, hand in hand, swinging as they went, their mission:  Find somewhere nice (but affordable) to eat in celebration of Auntie Jessica's promotion at the news paper.  It felt like for the first time in ages things were normal, almost... peaceful.

Suddenly, Mochizuki sees the truck she's been told to watch for-- a very dusty (faded) red pickup truck with Ohio license plates, very slowly moving through the traffic (especially slowed down by all the pedestrian traffic jaywalking)... The back of the truck is covered by a heavy brown tarp...

But she also notices several rough-looking young men approaching from the other end of the block... the one in front wears not only blue jeans, but also a blue jacket over a blue shirt... They point and nod-- they have noted the truck as well, and seem to be heading its way...


From an alley a little way down the street, Scorch Scale doesn't really notice the truck at first, but he notices the young men, and their interest in the truck... and he notices that more than one of the young men are holding switchblades in their hands, and look ready to pop the blades out at a moment's notice...

Mochizuki judges roughly where the truck and the rough looking gentleman in blue will meet. Then she leaps into action sprinting across the rooftops silently, taking up a hunter's pose on the corner of the building where the two will meet. Quick as a flash she is in position and ready to act at a moments notice.

Scorch Scale feels a little of the draconic joy bubble inside him, for it looks like he will get to finish off some goons before the crime is committed. A fine note to finish off the perfect day indeed. Too bad they might be too easy a task to handle.

But he needed them to get away from the truck and the common people, the simple answer was to grab their attention. As a dragon, naturally this would be quite easy to do.
So he got out of the alley, ran past the stuck cars. Wait, he thought he saw a movement, but dismissed it for a pigeon. So he jumped up onto a parked, empty car to make his presence known and have a vantage point to fire his flames.

Pointing at a visible troublemaker, Scorch Scale let a threat rumble from his throat. "Going onna picnic with those knives boys? Put 'em down before you poke your eyes out!" Scorch Scale projected through the flames that filled his mouth. He was itching for a fight, waiting for an excuse.
When they would fail to see sense, he was ready to start breathing flames to keep them at bay and away from the civilians he could see.

The leader, a guy in blue, looks really nervous for a second, but then puts on a show of bravado. "A weird Halloween mask isn't gonna scare me, buddy... Prepare to face the power of The Blue Dragon!"

The guy clenches his fists, and the air around his body crackles with electricity.

Should she be worried about the boys in blue or the dinosaur faced monster protecting her target and starting a fight in the middle of a crowd. Not being sure who to target Mochizuki waits to see how this all develops.

In the immediate part of his brain, Scorch Scale felt his passion rise at the prospect of a superpowered being. Lightning was new he had to admit, and - though he would never admit it - it would be a blast to fight.

With the part of his brain that thinks in the long term, Scorch Scale was hoping that he could get an assist from Silver Streak, there were quite a few people here to get caught in the fray.

But he was here, alone again. So it was up to this scaled teenager to remove the chaff from the wheat with the tool he had.

"Bah! Dragon? That's funny. Keep your sparks away from the innocents!"
With that, he let out a large mass of flame, encircling the group and the truck to keep the goons at bay from innocents.

Hold them off
20:02, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 4 using 2d6+2 ((1,1)).

Scorch Scale, the dangerous youths, and the truck are all surrounded by a circle of flame... which immediately dissipates.

The youths, who were quite alarmed for a moment there, suddenly seem more sure of themselves. "That all you got?" mocks Blue Dragon.

Citizens are now trying to run, in every direction, wailing about "monsters" and "dragons" and "freaks" and so on...

(Scorch Scale, it's the other PCs' turn now... don't post again until each of them does.

Anyone wanna try to save the well-intentioned Scorch Scale from personal bodily mayhem?)

He was going so fast he almost missed it. The commotion, the people. Panicked. The Silver Streak races to the source, finding scorch marks and shouting. He circles the group of punks at super human speeds, to distract and disorient.

22:11, Today: Silver Streak rolled 4 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 2,1.  Hold Them Off.

The burst of heat from the alley they passed hadn't struck Frankie as anything odd, ever since coming here there had been something a lass from Scotland would find strange going on around every corner, and besides she was hungry!  However what most definitely caught her attention was the sight of speeding silver, even if it did go by in a flash.  It was HIM!

The only slice of Americana that Frankie had witnessed prior to moving here were comic books, and the Silver Streak was a real life frickin' super hero!  Knowing there was someone else out there who wasn't... well... normal, helped her feel not so alone.

Instinctively she moved to follow him but Jessica held on, "Dunnay worry!" Frankie said as she pried her Auntie's hand off of hers and began running towards the alley Silver had disappeared down, "It's nay like they can kill me!"

As she turned the corner she looked over her shoulder to check no one was looking, then with great effort and much unlady-like swearing, black threads shot out from all over her body and wrapped around her, covering her clothes and giving her a mask over her eyes, "Dammit!  Dammit!  Dammit that hurts!" she cursed as she continued her pursuit.
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"A third player enters the stage," mused Mochizuki.

Whilst all of the soon to be combatants were distracted and allegiances unclear she dropped into the street, attempting to board the truck.

Instead of being intimidated or held off, the Blue Dragon seemed delighted. "Awright! The Silver Streak! Now that's a real do-gooder to fight! This'll really make my rep!"

The Blue Dragon loses interest in Scorch Scale (whom he's never heard of), and attacks Silver Streak.

(09:20, Today: The Grandmaster rolled 7 using 2d6 ((5,2)).)

His attack is a partial success... he misses Silver Streak due to the hero's high speed... but Blue Dragon's electrical aura, which extends a little beyond his fists, does manage to shock the hero.

(Silver Streak, take 1 stun.)

Of the remaining members of Blue Dragon's gang (or whatever they are?):

1. 2 attack Scorch Scale, and hurt him.

(Scorch Scale, take 2 stun.)

How will you respond?

--Retreat for a little while?
--Fight back somehow?
--Do something else?


2. The other 4 note Ultima-Usagi's arrival.

"Who's that?"

"Looks pretty tough for a gal!"

"Well she ain't with us-- she must be guardin' th' truck! Blue Dragon's dealin' with Silver Streak-- the rest of us should deal with this gal! Get 'er!"

They run toward the cab of the truck, switchblades out.

(How will Ultima-Usagi respond to the impending attack?)


3. Silver Streak, Blue Dragon is trying to follow your movements so he can attempt to attack you again... what will you do?

--Back off and take a few seconds to catch your breath after that shock you got?
--Attack him?
--Try to help someone else...?


4. Patch-Work Powerhouse, you arrive on the scene... what will you do?




You may all respond in any order. Once you have responded, don't post again until Round 3.

21:37, Today: Patch-Work Powerhouse rolled 11 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 3,6. Hold them off!

"You're goin' no where!" pipes up a little Scottish voice.  The mooks find themselves confronted by... a kid??

--They can’t attack anyone they weren’t already attacking
--You draw them away from people you choose (Usagi and the Truck)
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"Wait, what the heck are you?"

"Is it another hero?"

"Maybe she's with the red Halloween-mask dragon guy... maybe she's The Black Mummy."

The 4 punks stop in their tracks, not sure what to make of this new arrival splitting their attention from their original goal... (Until the next round...)

"Gah!"
Silver Streak cries out as electricity courses through his body. "That's what I get for rushing in," he chides himself "Rookie move." This punk has some kick - and he could have more tricks up his sleeve. But luckily, it didn't look like the Streak was alone...

"Look alive," he calls out "This one's got some kind of electric capability - stay off of metal! And last I heard, " he adds, grinning beneath his helmet "Electricity and water don't mix!" He sprints about the street, trying to stay a step ahead of the villain while looking for a nearby fire hydrant or source of water.

OOC: 18:55, Today: Silver Streak rolled 10 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 4,4.  Inspire the Team.

Everyone else on the team takes +1 Forward!

Usagi starts formulating a plan to get the truck out of here when she sees a kid stroll into the fray. Instantly her mind is made up for her, she can't let this child get hurt. Also allegiances are starting to become clear as she realises the speedster is definitely a supe

Leaping from the van and drawing her twin sai in a smooth and weLl practiced motion she falls among her aggressors meaning to cause some serious wounding.

OOC: 06:15, Today: Ultima-Usagi rolled 8 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 2,4. It's clobberin' time.

You avoid most of the retaliation (-1 stun)

There's a fire hydrant nearby... but Silver Streak would need a big wrench... Or someone who's super-strong...?


Ultima-Usagi knocks out 3 of the knife-wielding punks... 1 remains.


(Waiting for Scorch Scale to post, then I'll start the next round...)

Through his better draconian senses, Scorch Scale picked up a lot of things going on at once. Plenty of supers about, and they all seemed on his side. Civilians were still around, they might just be in danger if this keeps up, especially the ones stuck in the cars to avoid electrocution. But at least the goons were going down.

With the introduction of all these characters, everything was getting quite near out of control. There were still civilians walking about, but in the time he could get them out of their cars to avoid engine explosions, the threat would either be over or already did its job.

So it was deal with the jolly jean enthusiast then. With that, he had seen the hydrant and wanted to break it. If he tried to melt the caps off, the water probably wouldn't have a way out.
So keeping the electric man at bay and possibly away would have to do for now. With another burst, Scorch Scale let out a curtain of flame to bring the temperature up, putting the electric enemy on the back foot if he didn't back away.

Hold Them Off
19:23, Today: Scorch Scale rolled 13 using 2d6+3 ((4,6)).
(+1 Forward from Silver Streak was superfluous)
Choose 2
--They can’t act as effectively (-1 Stun ongoing until your actions are countered)
--Give them a choice between backing off or be stunned

1. "Gaaah!" shouts Blue Dragon. "Okay, loser, you've just convinced me you're the real thing! You'll be easier to hit than the Streak anyway!"

Blue Dragon attacks Scorch Scale. He's hurt and rattled from the flames, so he misses, but, as happened with Silver Streak, Scorch Scale still gets a bit of a shock from Blue Dragon's electrical field.

Scorch Scale takes 1 stun.


2. The two punks who were attacking Scorch Scale quickly jump out of the way, and pick new targets-- in this case, Silver Streak.

One of them snaps off a car's radio antenna, and swings at Silver Streak's face as he circles the battle... One of them goes for Silver Streak's feet.

How does Silver Streak deal with this? There's a danger of tripping and barreling into citizens who haven't quite cleared the scene yet... Does he:

--Takes the damage, then retaliate?
--Try to avoid it somehow?
--Something else?


3. Meanwhile, Ultima-Usagi has two punks of her own still to deal with... one attacks her... the other runs to the back of the truck.

(Ultima-Usagi takes 1 stun.)


4. What will Patch-Work Powerhouse do?

--Deal with the guy headed for the back of the pick-up truck?
--Do something to help one of the others?
--Something else?
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"Don't ignore me, you wimp!" shouted the diminutive hero as she ran at the guy heading for the back of the truck... and punched him square in the arse.

21:26, Today: Patch-Work Powerhouse rolled 8 using 2d6+2 with rolls of 5,1. It's Clobberin' Time!
!!You hit hard (+1 Stun)!!
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Suddenly the Silver Streak comes to a screeching halt, letting the blows snap across his helmet and muscular frame. He stands confidently with arms crossed as the air from his momentum whips past him. "Come now, boys," he says in a stern, fatherly tone "I really don't have time for this. Now you're leaving one way or another - it's up to you if it's by foot or on a stretcher." In his experience thugs usually weren't the brightest... but maybe these two would listen to reason - or were at least a little cowardly.

OOC: 20:48, Today: Silver Streak rolled 12 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 5,6.  Talk Things Out.