" Look guys, I've got to go and brief Mr. Smith and pull some information out of our files...if you need anything, hit the call button on the intercomm (she points at the small speaker like box on the desk), and someone will help you. And, while I know this is will be nearly impossible for SOME of you (giving the Machinist the evil eye), whatever you do, don't touch anything without asking, and try to stay out of trouble until I get back.
“What? me ... but I …”

Do you think you can handle that? "

“Yes, Agent Woo”

Machinist mimed putting his hands in his pockets even though there were no signs that he had any.

Thunderbolt smiles and winks mischievously at the lovely Asian BSI Agent...

"I'll try to keep them honest ma'am!"

“Oh really ... you will, will you?”

Machinist tried really hard to listen to Thunderbolt but all he could see was the button on the intercom. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to touch it really badly. Was he really just like a little kid? Agent Woo told him to behave so all he could think about was misbehaving? Finally he couldn’t stand it anymore.

He touched the button.

“Check Please.”

Power Chord nods, listening intently to Thunderbolts introduction, again sensing nothing but honesty and intensity from the young man. “The armored one is much harder to read… no facial expressions or body language; we’ll have to see about that one,” he thinks to himself.
 
To the group he says, “From my past experience, those of us who hide our faces for one reason or another are a secretive lot.  I am Power Chord; the gentleman across from me, cloaked in technology is the Machinist.   We have been working with two other, shall we say, “special” individuals, Skyhawk, and Jack Frost.  We have been together for a short time, and have begun to call ourselves the Protectors, for our goal is to protect this city from those who would seek to do her, or her inhabitants harm.”

Turning to the patriotically dressed man leaning against the wall,“I believe the Machinist said you go by Rampart?”

OOC: I’ll stop there to allow any response/comments.  Funny, I say we’ve been together a short time, and it is in comic book/game time, but hard to believe, we started the blog, two and a half years ago… even taking into account Dom’s hiatus for his uncle. 

Thunderbolt looks the... apparently unaffiliated metahuman up and down.

Walking over he offers his hand as well in greeting.

"Hello Sir.. ah Rampart.  It's a pleasure to meet another hero.  LT off... Lieutenant Officer?  Are you ex-military?  STOP... that sounds like a government agency... what's it stand for?"

The young man is tall though not apparently a teenager but likely early 20's.  His hair is long straight and shock white. His eyes are a almost golden Hazel hue.  Though determinable from the edges of the eye-slits of his mask and the line of flesh at his hairline... he's not wearing a wig... he's a Black-American.  Even though his features are completely covered - mouth included behind his mask his demeanor is one of charisma and confidence.  His voice is calm, certain and pleasantly genial.  His gloved hand is a metal mesh that reveals no flesh.  Certainly he must be a mutant of some sort.

After Keith steps out of the shower he makes his way to his bunk. He needs to get a few hours sleep before going back to the rent-a-cop job. He stops as he hears the TV newscast. He turns to look at Craig as it sinks in. The tech shrugs as he speaks,"Could be a coincidence" He realizes that was the wrong thing to say as his friend begins to armor up again."I'll send you the address's of all the tattoo parlors in the area"He yells as Stalker climbs back out the loft sky light.

GM to the group at BSI: Let me know if you guys are finished with the inter-group responses. If you are, I'll start nudging you where I need you to go.

Hey guys sorry for the OOC but I wanted to send this out:
I'll be catching up on these things in a bit. Instead of my usual globetrotting and keeping busy with other life things, life decided to take matters into its own hands and slow me down whether I wanted to or not! It probably happened Wednesday night, and I didn't go in to the doctor until Thursday morning, but it turned out I had a heart attack and they put four stents put in my arteries Thursday night! I'm back home now and not as slow as I thought I'd be, but I still need to take it easy.

So, consider this everyone's public service announcement to get yourselves checked out so you don't accidentally find things out the hard way like I did!

- Marc

Lord Inar wrote on Aug 6^th, 2012 at 6:53pm:



Same here fella! Wow.. take care of yourself man! Rest up!

Lord Inar wrote on Aug 6^th, 2012 at 6:53pm:


Man, sorry to hear that.  I mean glad you made it to the MD and they were able to hopefully make things better, it could have been so much worse.  Glad you are OK.

Lord Inar wrote on Aug 6^th, 2012 at 6:53pm:


Take care of yourself. Glad to hear you came through it okay.

Glad to hear you're doing better, Lord Inar.  Rest up and take things easy for a bit!

Achilles, can we get high enough to get clear and send another message? If So, let's keep in touch with the team. Even if we have to fly some distance from this place, It is important to keep contact with the rest of the guys.
OOC: If he can get a message out, this will be it.
Machinist and whomever is present. Contact Power Chord, We could really use him on this. I talked with the Police, They have the Don't Worry,Be Happy attitude. Guys, I feel like that I have fallen down the rabbit hole. Skyhawk out.

GM to the group at BSI: As you all continue to talk amongst yourselves, Agent Woo enters the room, glaring at the Machinist, and you have a feeling she knows it was you that hit the intercom, before she announces, "We you please, for once, act like an adult! I don't have time to for this right now, as we've got a situation that needs to be looked into."

She then goes on to explain that the BSI Emergency Operations Center picked up bits and pieces of a transmission from Skyhawk, and from what they could make out, he's requested some back up. With the Guardians still unaccounted for, you're all she's got left.

Just as she's finishing, in walks "Mr. Smith"  - "Agent Woo, is that any way to speak to our guest? (spoken in a vary condescending tone). Gentlemen, If you all are up for it, I've arranged for some transport to get you out there ASAP. A van will be here shortly to take you to the airport. Are there any questions?

Actions?

From the corner opposite the door, Rampart continues to take in each of the individuals as they talk move and exhibit their personalities and and physicality in ways they may or may not realize they are doing. Everyone has particular strengths and weaknesses depending on their abilities and experiences. Instinctively Jason spends the time observing each, and started to looking for ways they might best work together complimenting and enhancing the other the most efficiently.

Looking over from the corner at Machinist then Power Chord, Rampart's voice is calm but expresses concern. "If you've lost communication with a man who is in the field alone, maybe this isn't the best time for a meeting like this?"

"Power Chord if you would like some assistance, I'd be happy to lend a hand."

Looking specifically at Machinist, "Insuring Skyhawk and the students safety comes first of course, but maybe we can clear the air on a few things along the way."



OOC: First of all I'm relieved to hear you're doing better Marc. My dad just had his 3rd in 4 years so my prayers are for your recovery and good health. Focus on improving the causes pal ... please.
@ Hammer: I think that's a damn fine idea and a great way to discover Rampart's weakness. I love how it flows with the pace of the game.
@ Dom: Please make the necessary/appropriate skills rolls for BSI operations, Observation, and Tactics.
The first to see if Rampart has clue to where Mr. Smith fits in the BSI operational chart.
Second, to Detect any 'Weakness' in the group of characters that might be of a non-combat nature. I still would like to be able to fully use his power even though some/many "weaknesses" are not combat oriented. I plan on playing this aspect of the 'Power' as an instinctive tactical version of Power Chord's body language and linguistic skills. It may be a Power, I just plan on trying to role-play, using it in a skill like manner.

Thanks

Ranger wrote on Aug 8^th, 2012 at 12:59am:


Well if that's what you want to do. 

As Machinist follows Power Chord outside, he quickly creates a gadget to scan the area for contamination, airborne particles, and other foreign substances.

OOC: In game terms I am wanting a gadget which provides a modifier to Detect Hidden and Detect Danger. Hopefully in the x 5 range but will leave it to GM determination.

dsumner wrote on Aug 8^th, 2012 at 12:46am:


Post modified to accommodate. 

At Rampart's words of restraint Thunderbolt shrugs, "...I just figured a little caution in preparing for the potential worse was the best option.  That way you're not surprised if things are worse than one expected... {usually the case most times}.  I hate gambling... but hey, you guys are the professionals.  Your call."

"Hello, I'm Diesel. I'm here at Thunderbolt's request."

Thunderbolt is relieved and smiles at Diesel's simple intro.

Stepping over to stand by his teammate, "Don't think he's just a machine under all that armor, though I didn't know he was so shy..." {grin}

"Diesel is a world-class Genius, he built his power-suit by himself... you can guess what it runs on...  He's a phenomenal mechanical-engineer!  Saved some cops in a crashing Police copter - by catching the crashing helo and helped Slik Slander apprehend the super{?}-assassin Death Warrant!  You couldn't ask for a more solid guy on your side!"

His training was a little out of date, but Jason's engineering degree gave him solid enough background to see the quality workmanship behind Diesel's armored suit. "Thing looks tough as a tank, and that's one big freaking hammer you got there." Walking around the heavily built construct, checking out it's strengths and weakness (die roll please Dom) "How well does she maneuver? At full speed I mean."

Hoping the armored hulk doesn't mind, Jason examines what looks like part of the power core and gently knocks on the chest plate. "Nice job sloping the carapace. Naturally increases the suits resistance to kinetic impacts."

"Standard steel or were you able to afford a titanium alloy of some sort?"

Rampart obviously is impressed with the engineering feat it took for a civilian to build a fully functional exo-skeleton that the government can barely get to work.