Rukellian wrote:"The gweat pwophet Penutnut has shined thwough once moah with his gifts to the featheah'd folk! The flaky goodness will nouwish us and we will speak to the unfeathah'd one. What bwings you to ouwah abode in the sky?"
Nice bit of backstory, Ruke!
The Professor: "There is a terrible threat facing this world, and all the nests and eggs within it. The threat is being perpetuated by a collection of unfeathered who have taken the name of your cousins in gathering, corvus frugilegus—the Rook. But they lack the wisdom, dignity, and moral rectitude of that proud flock.
"My small flock and I would stop these villains, but there is much we do not know. We lack keen eyes and nimble wings of Penuttler's children. Could you aid us? There is a building, below us. We believe the villains are housing a terrible green mineral there, a mineral that wants to grow and consume with the rapacious hunger of a thousand alley cats, the relentless indifference of an oncoming taxi cab.
"Would you investigate this site for us, and tell us if the green mineral is indeed there, and all that you see of the unfeathered within? Would you be our eyes in the sky?"
Player: Erico Caravellino - Thief : Elphand Adventures (ACKS Wilderlands - On Hold) Stanilus Peri -Fighter (Bard) : Wardens in the North (D&D 1st Ed - On Hold)
Rukellian wrote:As Raven approaches the tourist bot, something peculiar happens. As he starts to ask the bot where the nearest Rook Industries power plant is, an error message pops up holographically and flashes red. "S-S-S-SYS-SYSTEM MALFU-" The drone collapses to the ground and bursts into flames.
An ASF officer approaches shortly aftewards. He looks at the smoking heap of the drone, and then at Raven and Scamp. His mouth gapes open in disbelief and says to them quite politely, "Sir, you will have to come with me for a quick questioning. We will need to know what exactly happened here." He begins to recover the drones black box, looking at Raven every now and then, half-expecting him to make a run for it.
You just had to make an successful roll for computer death, didn't you? This may end up becoming a hidden power of your character's, which may act as a blessing and a curse in its own respect.
LMAO, You're great Ruke.
Raven looks at the bot, then to the officer. He does that a few more times before simply stating, "It's not what it looks like" as he follows the officer for questioning.
Following the officer without giving any problems, you arrive at the Central ASF HQ, the heart of Atlas City Security. Walking through the set of front doors, you are met with usual chaos of a busy workday. Staff and officers are found rushing back and forth with documents and carts, receptionists and people in lab coats on the phone answering calls, and the occasional super conversing with another officer or a person in a business suit.
The officer leads you to a standard questioning room, the kind you'd usually see with the one way windows and all that. Raven takes a seat and Scamp sits on the ground nearby, obediently waiting for any instructions. Scamp's dealings with the police are normal and he is comfortable in such a setting, finding himself the one frequently helping them with investigations and what not. The officer asks for them to produce their hero licenses for confirmation before they begin the questioning process.
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
Rukellian wrote:"The gweat pwophet Penutnut has shined thwough once moah with his gifts to the featheah'd folk! The flaky goodness will nouwish us and we will speak to the unfeathah'd one. What bwings you to ouwah abode in the sky?"
Nice bit of backstory, Ruke!
The Professor: "There is a terrible threat facing this world, and all the nests and eggs within it. The threat is being perpetuated by a collection of unfeathered who have taken the name of your cousins in gathering, corvus frugilegus—the Rook. But they lack the wisdom, dignity, and moral rectitude of that proud flock.
"My small flock and I would stop these villains, but there is much we do not know. We lack keen eyes and nimble wings of Penuttler's children. Could you aid us? There is a building, below us. We believe the villains are housing a terrible green mineral there, a mineral that wants to grow and consume with the rapacious hunger of a thousand alley cats, the relentless indifference of an oncoming taxi cab.
"Would you investigate this site for us, and tell us if the green mineral is indeed there, and all that you see of the unfeathered within? Would you be our eyes in the sky?"
"You speak of the gween towahs in the land of smoke. We have seen this, yes. We do not like to get too close though, the smokes make us cough and we fall from the sky when that happens. Lots of metal things go in and out, that much we know. Men in suits, and...." The pidgeon nibbles at the croissant before continuing. "the sky vibwates when we get close, that's all we know. You go to a dangewous place fwiend, wahd of advice, bwing fwiends with you, and a mask if you be in the skies." The pidgeon then describes the general location of the place, using certain buildings as landmarks for the route. It sounds like Rook Industries' new power plant is located in the industrial district of Atlas City, a place where security is not as tight and where certain villians can roam free within the shadows of day and the chill of night.
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Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
The Professor notes down everything the pigeon says in his little notebook. "...bring masks... metal things..." When he finishes, he snaps the notebook shut, puts it in his jackets breast pocket, and the bows to the pigeons while fluttering the tails of his tweed jacket as though they were plumage. "Thank, Wise Dwellers of the Vertices. You have been of great aid, praise be to Penuttler. Please, if you would do one last favor, pass the word among the Feathered Folk of this threat and of our intent to stop it. One the one wing, we could use any aid that they might provide. On the other, should we fail, they will want to move their nests to as remote a location as possible."
Sorry, Pyro, the Professor is speaking Pigeon Pidgin. Max is probably still having a good laugh at the sight of this, however.
MonkeyWrench wrote:Raven slides his hero license towards the questioner on the desk. waiting silently for any questions, staring directly into the mans eyes.
"Right, we will just take these and run it through our databases awhile." He leaves the room for a few minutes and then returns. "Looks like you check out. The black box recordings proved you are not at fault, at least intentionally that is. It would appear as if you are a walking virus. Something must have happened to your genetic make up that caused the formation of an anti-computer ability. We still don't know much about it, considering that only a few individuals in the world are currently known to have it. You are free to go, but word of advice, if you don't want to land yourself in our jails, or have your hero licence revoked, don't touch or talk to anything electronic, alright? Have a friend do it for you. Don't have any? Well you better make one quickly. This city is a hotspot of electronics and computers."
Hmmm, wonder why Scamp is unaffected thus far, I will think on that.... Unless Zhym wants to come up with a reason.
As the officer escorts you out of the station, you are stopped by a man in a labcoat. He extends his hand and smiles towards Raven. "Professor Oakley of the robotics division, pleasure to meet you Raven."
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
I was wondering that myself when I read that paragraph. Maybe Professor Feldon equipped S.C.A.M.P.'s circuits with a technology he'd been working on to protect against interference?
MonkeyWrench wrote:Raven slides his hero license towards the questioner on the desk. waiting silently for any questions, staring directly into the mans eyes.
"Right, we will just take these and run it through our databases awhile." He leaves the room for a few minutes and then returns. "Looks like you check out. The black box recordings proved you are not at fault, at least intentionally that is. It would appear as if you are a walking virus. Something must have happened to your genetic make up that caused the formation of an anti-computer ability. We still don't know much about it, considering that only a few individuals in the world are currently known to have it. You are free to go, but word of advice, if you don't want to land yourself in our jails, or have your hero licence revoked, don't touch or talk to anything electronic, alright? Have a friend do it for you. Don't have any? Well you better make one quickly. This city is a hotspot of electronics and computers."
Hmmm, wonder why Scamp is unaffected thus far, I will think on that.... Unless Zhym wants to come up with a reason.
As the officer escorts you out of the station, you are stopped by a man in a labcoat. He extends his hand and smiles towards Raven. "Professor Oakley of the robotics division, pleasure to meet you Raven."
As the man introduces himself Raven watches his hand warily, or as warily as he can be with neutral facial expressions. Raven thinks for a moment, asking simply, "Are you a robot?" If the man answers with a no then Raven will extend his hand and shake. Taking the officers words literally.
Life is a roller coaster, if you don't stop to enjoy it then you may as well not even ride.
Player: Erico Caravellino - Thief : Elphand Adventures (ACKS Wilderlands - On Hold) Stanilus Peri -Fighter (Bard) : Wardens in the North (D&D 1st Ed - On Hold)
MonkeyWrench wrote:Raven slides his hero license towards the questioner on the desk. waiting silently for any questions, staring directly into the mans eyes.
"Right, we will just take these and run it through our databases awhile." He leaves the room for a few minutes and then returns. "Looks like you check out. The black box recordings proved you are not at fault, at least intentionally that is. It would appear as if you are a walking virus. Something must have happened to your genetic make up that caused the formation of an anti-computer ability. We still don't know much about it, considering that only a few individuals in the world are currently known to have it. You are free to go, but word of advice, if you don't want to land yourself in our jails, or have your hero licence revoked, don't touch or talk to anything electronic, alright? Have a friend do it for you. Don't have any? Well you better make one quickly. This city is a hotspot of electronics and computers."
Hmmm, wonder why Scamp is unaffected thus far, I will think on that.... Unless Zhym wants to come up with a reason.
As the officer escorts you out of the station, you are stopped by a man in a labcoat. He extends his hand and smiles towards Raven. "Professor Oakley of the robotics division, pleasure to meet you Raven."
As the man introduces himself Raven watches his hand warily, or as warily as he can be with neutral facial expressions. Raven thinks for a moment, asking simply, "Are you a robot?" If the man answers with a no then Raven will extend his hand and shake. Taking the officers words literally.
"Errr no, sorry lad, wish I were though!" Oakley chuckles to himself as he finds the situation humorous. "But I do understand your current situation with electronics and I am genuinely sorry to hear of your condition. I would like to help, but that would mean obtaining your brief cooperation."
The Professor then looks towards SCAMP and smiles widely, surprised to see him here. "Why your Feldon's piece of work aren't you? I never thought I would get the oppurtunity to see you up close!" He kneels down and extends his hand, starting to pet him as he continues to talk. "The latest in Tuffskin coats and Fauxfurr application, marvelous. You know, I've been pushing for the security department to create more models like you. Yes, your drug sensing capabilities are top notch, and your data disc interchangeability can be highly useful for the police department here."
He is all smiles and grins as he continues to marvel at SCAMP's well-builtness, completely aware of the fact that the dog is indeed a robot. He looks up every now and then as he continues to talk with Raven as well, holding two conversations at once.
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
Pulpatoon wrote:If the interview with the pigeons is over, the Professor will scramble back to Max, and ask him to return them to the others.
The interview is over, and you may consider their warning to them heeded, as well as the oppurtunity presented to possibly help out in the future. Where you choose to teleport to is up to you. Know that there will need to be a constant flow of air between your current destination and your chosen one in order for the teleportation through air to work. The amount of obstacles between those destinations, when it comes to air currents, will increase the difficulty of the power use, requiring higher success scores to accomplish the feat. Shorter distances are easier to handle and require only the lowest of success.
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
Raven watches as the man talks to him and Scamp at the same time. Raven waits until the man is quiet, probably waiting for some type of response from Raven, He stares down at the scientist type person, "What cooperation."
Life is a roller coaster, if you don't stop to enjoy it then you may as well not even ride.
MonkeyWrench wrote:Raven watches as the man talks to him and Scamp at the same time. Raven waits until the man is quiet, probably waiting for some type of response from Raven, He stares down at the scientist type person, "What cooperation."
"A blood sample."
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
MonkeyWrench wrote:Raven takes a step back, he watches the man warily, he says in his usual calm and unfeeling voice, "Needles scare me..."
"Oh, don't worry about any sort of pain. We've practically removed that from the equation, thanks to Chiron Pharmacuetical's advances in medical practices. Still, if you are not comfortable with the idea of sharing your blood for analysis, we will not push the issue; but know that it is the quickest way for us to build a method of controlling that anti-computer ability of yours, eventually allowing you to have control over it. Also... it would be as shame if that nice rifle of yours recieved a malfunction mid-use, its computers being fried without warning while reloading...."
Professor Oakley pulls over an intern and starts to go over some information with her on his touchscreen tablet. He appears to be going over the drone wreckage reports, pointing out certain details to her. They both start to walk away slowly to another room. Does Raven follow, or head back outside?
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
Raven stares wide eyed at his new friend Olivia, patting her on the side, murmuring "Don't worry... I will protect you..." He then resumes his normal facial look and heads after the doctor casually.
Once he catches up to him he will hold his hand out expectantly while staring at the doctor.
Life is a roller coaster, if you don't stop to enjoy it then you may as well not even ride.
Professor Oakley turns to face Raven, feigning his surprise at the sudden act of volunteering. With Raven's hand extended, Oakly quickly pulls out a small device, slaps it onto Raven in the form of handshake and then quickly puts it back in his pocket, a sample of blood now secured inside. The whole process lasted nothing more than a few seconds, and there was hardly any pain, impressive. "Glad to hear that you will cooperate with us sir! We will get to work on this sample as soon as we can and perhaps have something ready for you in the near future. Now if you will excuse me, I really do need to get back to the drone report here. Your ability to destroy computers and all forms of electronics is quite potent and I'm trying to figure out how it happened exactly..." He walks away talking to his assistant again.
Raven looks down at his palm with a calm look on his face and notices that there is no scar or puncture mark or anything visible. It was as if a sample wasn't taken at all in the first place.
You start to head out of the police station when you hear an interesting conversation take place near the exit. A super is talking with another about recents that have taken place in the Industrial Sector of the city.
"I heard that the relief package for the citizens was hijacked by a bunch of villians, a combined effort! They are more organized than we thought."
"Yeah, I heard about that, nasty bit of business that was.... We lost two good heroes in that skirmish, straight out of the academy too, poor greenies. They didn't deserve a death like that, being roasted alive and dismembered.... the ASF was hit hard as well by those monsters. Did you hear about the raid that went down shortly afterwards?"
"What raid?"
"Exactly! Only a handful of people knew about it, and those people have not gotten any word back from the 50 some ASF and the two heroes that joined them. I- we fear for the worse.... What sort of monsters are out there and what is going on outside those tall walls of ours?"
The other super just holds her arms around her self and shakes in fear, shaking her head as she doesn't want to listen to any more of this. The other supers tries to comfort her, but his arm is tossed aside, he shrugs with a sigh of defeat.
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Not voicing any sort of difference of opinion, Max teleports the Professor and himself back to the hotel room they booked. They still have about a half hour left before everyone else is supposed to arrive. What would you like to do?
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Permafrost, Steve, and Cortez will be actively recruiting supers for the strike against the pirates. This event will happen in the background unless Pyro wants to directly participate in this event.
Even a child that receives one bit of praise has the ability to excel in a single talent, and those who receive regular encouragement can feel confidence, achieve success, and become leading members of society. Because they don’t believe they are worthless, they don’t need to raise a fist and have vengeance against fate or the world at large… ~Inspector Lunge
Unless Zhym wants to come up with a reason.