Name - Karl Kroenen
Age - Unknown
Major - Kicking ass

>Name: George Prim
>Age: 25
>Major: History

Name: Daniel "Dan" Fortesque
Age: 23
Major: History/Anthropology

>>17779240
>>17779269
>>17779329

>Race: Kerberoi

Christ OP hurry up

History major?

Really /tg/?

>>17779373
(What? I was making coffee)

>>17779329
After you fill out the form, making sure to use your full name not the diminutive, you get a text on your smartphone, which was thankfully not eaten by a self-perpetuating, self-repairing amorphous blob of plastic. Which is good, because your in Anthro, and you don't understand any of the stuff the guys at the science and technical schools attached to the college do.

You prefer history, especially of the last 100 or so years. And why not, what with two world wars, one cold war, three alien invasions, one of which you were alive for (Okay, you were 3 when the Cyreans invaded, and you lived in the midwest until they build Liberty City post-war, but it counts) and the advent of Metahumans and other "Capes".

What were you doing again? Oh, right, text. It's from Johnny, asking if you're ready to go clubbing tonight. You respond in the positive, and get your freshly printed card and stick it into your wallet. You've got a couple hours before you need to meet johnny and head into town.

>What Do?

>>17779406
What's wrong with knowing the history of whatever world this turns out to be?

>>17779434
What you choose to do with your time may influence what goes on the sheet. Tiny bit. Insignificant really. Almost not worth bothering to care about.

>Name: Dan "Danny" Connaught.
>Age: 23
>Major: Bio-Engineering.

Name - Joshua Davis
Age - 25
Major: Computer Sciences

>>17779434
>>17779434
>You've got a couple hours before you need to meet johnny and head into town.

Head to <social area>
Hit on chicks

>>17779458

this is my vote

>>17779329
Actually this sound pretty good.

Apart from mine :P
>>17779458

>>17779475
(Your Charm has increased)

You decide to roam campus, maybe go just outside the grounds and look for some ladies, maybe find a date tonight. You pass the study hall, which is still roped off, and has a couple of officers from the Metacrime response team standing outside the doors, lounging in their black and blue power armor, each holding one of those new laser-pulse stunners.

You go into your coffee-shop of choice, which is literally across the street from the college main entrance, and hang out for a while, talking to some ladies. You get a couple of girls interested, but don't seal any deals and spend more time on your phone trying to see if grades are posted yet.

Oh crap, is it 6:30 already? You said you'd meet Johnny at the campus monorail station at 7. You gather your stuff and head out.

>Run to make sure you arrive early?
>Walk normal and arrive just in time?
>Arrive fashionably late?

>>17779594
Walk. Because real gangster ass niggas don't run for shit.

>>17779594
Okay, now I've got the right image.

>>17779636

You decide to walk, and you make it across campus to the station at almost exactly 7:00. You see Johnny there. He's a hair taller than you, with dirty blond hair almost in a crew cut, and he's been your best friend since you moved to Liberty City when you were 11. You guys don't see each other as much now, since he's getting a degree in Journalism, but you're still pretty tight. Johnny also has a couple of his journalism friends there, Ted and Peter.

You all get on the train and head out to the Campus Town station. After another 15 minutes, you arrive at the Sun/Moon Club, and are let in by the bouncer after you show your student IDs and swipe your fancy new cred chips for the cover charge.

Since you're all over 21, you have full access to the club, including the bar and second floor lounge areas. Peter and Ted immediately break off for drinks, and Johnny breaks off to get his groove on.

>What do you do?

C'mon guys. Stick with it just a little bit longer, and we'll totally get to the part where you get super powers.

>>17779790

Get drunk, dance with girls and hit on 'em

And then go home alone pondering when did your life went so wrong

Just like real life

>>17779845
Its like im reading story and wating for it to go somewhere...

How about we get this party started. Go to the local drug dealer and score some stuff. We can take it back to the lab and analyse it.

>>17779911

seconding dancing with girls, but we aint going home alone. Atleast not without a phone number

>>17779911
>go home pondering when did your life went so wrong

(Oh, you'll be doing that. But for entirely different reasons)

You get some drinks first, then find Johnny out in the crowd of moving bodies, and get your rave on. Music in Sun/Moon is pretty good, and you happen to dance with a couple cute girls. Then you need to relieve yourself of the drinks you imbibed (Fortunately not the way they came, you're tougher than that) so you excuse yourself. After that, you find yourself on the second floor, on a balcony over-looking the dance party below.

Suddenly you notice a young woman standing a few feet down, leaning on the rail. You look over at her, and after a couple seconds, she looks back at you, and you are stunned. She looks a little older than you, with pale skin and pale blond hair done up behind her in a short pony tail, with electric blue eyes and cute glasses which give a very fashionable "lady scientist" look. While her wear isn't bleeding edge of trends, it's not very tacky, and flatters her looks well.

Then she opens the conversation in the what may be the weirdest way you've ever started a conversation with a girl. She asks, "Have you ever wanted to be more than human?"

>>17779970
Aaaaaaaand forgot my image again. Don't worry guys, I'm sure I will eventually remember to check it after refreshing the page.

>>17779970

I always wanted to be a hero

Your hero babe

>>17779970
"Who says I'm not already more than human?"

>>17779970
Well m'lady it depends on what they other half would be...

>>17779970

Morden Hughman, are you kidding! He's my favourite actor of all time. I'd kill to be him!!!

>>17779970
"Every damn day."

>>17780045
>>17780056

"Morden Hughman, are you kidding? He's my favourite actor of all time, I'd kill to be him!" You retort. She laughs, genuinely, and it has an oddly musical quality. "Seriously, though, yeah, I have."

She keeps smiling, and nods. "Of course. In a world where metahumans exist, its only natural for people without powers to desire them." She stops and thinks for a moment, during this time you decide she sounds slightly French. "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself again." She takes half a step forward and sticks out a hand, encased in an elbow-length glove made of something white and synthetic. "Call me Eve." You shake and introduce yourself, and during that moment of skin-to-glove contact, you get this strange sense that is both off-putting and enthralling.

She takes her hand back, and asks "So, if you've thought about being more than human, surely you're interested in a kind of power? If you had the ability to choose?" You smile and nod, feeling like opening up to this woman.

You're interested in:
>Supersoldier Drugs
>Magic
>Metatech/Superscience
>Psionics
>Cybernetics
>Hiveling Biotech
>Cyrean Psitech
>Gene Splicing
>Nanoware

>>17780173
>Metatech/Superscience

With this, we could acquire most or all of the others.

>>17780173

Fucking gas attendants, man

Also wathever power makes me control time (The only non generic power left mind you)

Chronokinesis I guess

Nanoware

I'm a little taken back that I get to talk about this nerdy wishful thinking with a human (or meta) of the opposite sex.
"I'm interested in ultimate shapeshifting. I'm not sure if that sort of thing is possible with the technology level we have currently.."

>>17780173
Magic

>Gene Splicing
The only real option.

>>17780173

gene splicing.

>>17780173
UULLLLLLLLLLTIIIIIMAAAAAAAATTTTE POOOOOWAAAAH

no real modern day godquest

BE DA SUPA SOLDIER LIKE ARNIE.

>>17780266
>>17780269

"Oh, I'm interested in Gene Splices." You say, wondering why you're talking so much. Did you have that much to drink?

"Hrm." Eve says, her mouth pursing up a bit as she thinks. "That is all the rage these days, ever since we cracked the Grey technology from 60 years ago. Even the government is doing it with Lady Liberty." As she's talking, the words 'Eve', 'French' and 'Scientist' are triggering something in your history!mind but you're too distracted to figure it out.

"So, are you interested in gaining abilities like someone else, then? Or maybe just fix your own genes a little? Or are you more inspired than that?"

>Just a genefix for me
>I want to be a paragon of humanity
>Maybe splice a little animal DNA in there
>I could use some alien genetics
>Cheat: Pick to be spliced with Grey or Cyrean DNA to achieve psi powers
>Changed My Mind (2 uses remaining)

>>17780390
Okay, wait. What the fuck is a Cyrean? And a hiveling?

Also, we totes want time control.

>>17780390

Paragon of Humanity

Paragon of humanity there is no other choice

>>17780390

paragon of humanity

>>17780390
"I will gather all the genes of the most powerfull people in history."

>I could use some alien genetics
There are two things uneque to planet earth.
gasoline and the double helix, including 98% of its genes.

>>17780403

(2x8 on the test to remember)

The Hivelings are an insectile biotech race, who invaded earth in 1973, interrupting the Vietnam War. The only sapient members of their society were the "queens" though they had different levels of queen for different roles. Hiveling technology seemlessly combined cybernetic implants with gene-tailoring and organic bioware to produce non-sapient "units" to achieve their goals. Hive ships landed in The Amazon, Sub-Saharan Africa, Southeast Asia and Siberia, and the war lasted two years with a combination of UN, USSR and local military forces along with the nonpartisan metahuman group (Sponsored by the UN) League of Justice (What? They were founded in the 40s). Hiveling invasion is believed to be responsible for the rise of Biotech in Africa over the last 50-25 years.

The Cyrean Star Empire attempted to conquer Earth in 1992. The Cyrean Empire was a slaver society, whos armed forces used a combination of their own grunts and elite shocktroops, and conscripts from conquered worlds. Cyreans had a mix of cybernetic, psionic and genetic technology as a result, focusing mostly on psionic implants for their own species. Cyrean Empire was repelled from Earth and later collapsed, due to a combination of Earth-Native Metahumans, combined military efforts, and revolutionary elements within the Cyrean's own people.

Bump while op writes

>>17780390
Obviously Cyrean. Psi powers plus enhanced body? Awesome

>>17780416
>>17780428
>>17780440

(Your command has increased)

You shrug a little as you say "Well, I guess I'd just be an optimal human being." Eve looks you up and down. "Interesting. Had you pegged as a little more imaginative than that, but I can see such a choice fitting you." She smiles a little, and says, only half teasing. "But we were discussing being more than human. Surely you'd want something more?"

>>17780617
"Weeeeeeeeell. The Cyrean's ability to modify their genetics with those power modules of theirs is pretty cool. I could do with some psi powers like that." Eve smiles, and nods, all while your slightly befuddled brain labors over why the things about her seem significant. You talk with her for another five, ten minutes, about the ins and outs of genetics, what you remember about the Cyrean war, etc. She's getting pretty close now...

>Seal the deal, /tg/?

>>17780617
Dont be such an idiot.

Cross species? Who the hell does that? What possible use could it have?

Why not just modify your human body, less conflict of interest.

>>17780691
We've come this far.
Lets go for it.

>>17780691
Your first mistake was shaking hands with a woman.

You kiss womens hands.

Or nothing atall.

>>17780708

What the hell, you decide. You place a hand on her arm, and lean in for a kiss. To your surprise, she kisses back.

Your surprise quickly turns to alarm as a numbness spreads down from your lips and mouth into your gut. You pull away, and as you start to feel light-headed you see Eve's lips, which were previously a pale red color, are now pitch black.

"wha-?" you manage to spit out, the words half slurred like you're at least twice as drunk as you actually are. She grins. Not a nice or happy grin, but a toothy, manic grin, like you see plastered on the face of Count Blake whenever his picture is in the paper.

Your vision gets blurry and your legs feel like noodles as your poor, panicked brain finally gets it when it adds 'Crazy' to the mix of 'Eve' 'Doctor' and 'French'. You wish you had the strength to point at her dramatically and announce 'Mad Scientist and Evil Posthumanist, Dr. Eve Moreau!'

Somehow, your last thought before everything goes black is "she looks pretty good for a mad scientist in her 40s'.

Goddamnit, those aren't time control powers.

>>17781209
Time control powers stopped being an option when we picked gene splicing.

>>17780961

The next few minutes (you presume) are a bit of a blur. You feel yourself being dragged (By Dr. Moreau? She's pretty strong...) into a room not to far away. Your next sensation is of an odd coolness. Your eyes flicker open and you find yourself sprawled on a table in one of the club's private rooms, stripped down to your cliche boxer shorts. Dr. Moreau stands in a corner, working on a tablet PC, which is attached to her gloves, oddly enough. Suddenly she grins (very scarily) again, and unplugs the gloves from the tablet, which retracts with liquid metal smoothness into her glove, which produces a long injecting tool from the wrist.

Her accent takes a sudden turn toward Germany as she announced with child-like glee "Time for the experiment!" she walks over to your head region. "You may feel a little sting!" and she jabs your neck with the needle. You feel the sensation of something being injected, then pass out again as you feel suddenly ill.

The next sensation you have is the taste of vomit in your mouth, then a large weight on your chest. Your eyes instinctually refocus on Dr. Moreau, who is sitting on your bare chest, remove the cap from what looks like one of those giant adrenealine needles, only this one is filled with a glowing blue liquid. "Cheer up Danny boy," She says in a terrifyingly gentle voice, "you get your wish. You get to be... more than human."

>>17781269
She jabs the needle into your chest, and you pass out again. When you wake up, you're slumped over the railing on the balcony, redressed, exactly like you were before. You feel like you've been punched in the chest, and your body tingles all over. The sounds and the light in the room seems to loud, to bright, and you think your bones ache.

"Well," Eve says, her tone back to normal, for the most part, "How do you feel?"

(All your stats have increased!)
(You can now gain new Miracles or Extras from Cyrean Power Modules)
(You can now install Cyberware or Nanoware implants without Rejection)

>>17781278
Turn to her.

"Fine.
Well? how did you get that reputation for being a mad scientist?"

>>17781278
Whoah, we can dance now?
We should do so to demonstrate how fine we are.

>>17781228
But we had the option to change our goddamn minds.

>>17781335
(2x9 on Dance check)

>>17781332
"Fine." you say in that tone that means your totally not fine. You dance a little jig to prove how fine you are, but it only seems to give the crazy bitch some amusement. You stop dancing before your legs give out again.

"Sohowdyougedareputationasamadsciencetist", you say, eloquently. You realize your lips and tongue are still a little numb from earlier. She give a bit of a sad smile, and responds. "Maybe it was the illegal and immoral metahuman enhancements I added to myself. Or the wave of crimes I committed to obtain the knowledge and materials to perform those experiments. Or the multiple redundant clones and mind uploads I've made of myself over the years. Or it could be that I've been declared criminally insane in 3 courts in twice as many countries..." she pauses, almost for effect, "Or maybe its the fact that I was diagnosed with Late-Onset Malign Science Related Memetic Disorder."

Suddenly you remember why she's an international criminal with 'Kill On Sight' orders in a dozen countries.

>>17781597
Sit back down on the table, ask, "So why me?"

Also, what're these checks you're doing for skills/etc?

>>17781636

Using a variant of the One-Roll Engine utilized in Wild Talents. Similar, but not the same. two 9s is a pretty good roll on 4 d10s.

>>17781636
You stop slumping against the balcony railing, and look around for some place to sit down. Being on the lounge level, you stumble over to a booth, and sit down. Eve walks over, but doesn't sit. "So why me?" you ask, after catching your breath. Your body is still metabolizing whatever toxin she had on her lips.

"Right place at the right time." She says, shortly. You pause for a few minutes, hoping the incredulity in your brain is being properly communicated to your face. "What?" she says, after a few moments. "It's an experiment, that's all. To hand a normal person the power they desire... and see where they go." You remember Dr. Moreau is interested in posthumanism and auto-evolution, even at the expense of normal humans.

Before you can retort, though, she reaches behind her into a messenger bag you didn't see her holding before, and fishes out three, small, purplish metallic cylinders, which you know are Cyrean power modules. She starts to juggle.

>Pick 1, 2, or 3

2, then 3 as well if we're together enough to grab it as well

3

>>17781859
1

Actually, all of them if possible.

>>17781982

It's not, but nice try though. You will all see why in a moment.

>>17781967
>>17781956

Your eyes linger on the second module, then the third. She's to far away to grab one... Then suddenly she says "Catch!" and wings the third one at you. Reflexively, you catch it in your hand. And immediately regret it, as an electric tingle fills your arm, then luminous blue lines trace up your arm and into your chest.

You double over as Cyrean symbols (Which you can read now, weird) dance across your vision. They read something to the effect of "SERAPH module received. Psibolt installed." Then your head is filled with strange alien images, people barking orders at you in Cyrean. It is about this time you remember the other thing Cyreans are known for, implanted genetic memory. Oh well, guess military training in a can is better than nothing.

(You can now throw bolts of psychic energy)

As you look up, Dr. Moreau has put the other two modules back in her bag, and looks at you with her crazy!face. "Now little one, time to see what you do, when power is thrust upon you." You open your mouth to speak, then you hear what you think is the sudden revving of engines outside the club, and loud.

You jump up and rush to the balcony as two unmarked black vans crash through the front of the club. The body of a bouncer flies through the air, and hits the bar, his pistol sailing up onto the second floor somewhere. Men wearing body armor, and wielding assault rifles and SMGs, and wearing a number of different facial coverings, from gas masks to surgical masks. You turn back and see that Eve is gone.

>The Shit Just Got Real

>>17782164

In case it wasn't clear guys, you are now free to move about the sandbox.

>>17782164
Masks means they're using chemical weapons.
We need to move outside of here to avoid that, probably while psibolting.

>>17782268
They're just hiding their identities we need to find our pals. Also let's try not show off our new powers yet.

>>17782296
(New Loyalty added, Friends)
(Botch the Perception check)

You try and look around for Johnny, or the others, but there's so much noise, and flashes of light, and chaos. People are moving in a wave back toward the rear entrance. You can see a couple of the club's security guys, gorilla shaped men in suits, ineffectually firing a couple of 9mm pistols at the attackers.

Then a couple of the guys open fire on the crowd, in fully automatic bursts. Bodies hit the floor, and for at least the third time tonight, you feel a little sick. A couple of stray rounds even hit the second floor, somewhat near you.

(2x7 on the Stability check)

You manage to remain rational. You'll have to act soon, as some of them will surely notice you and fire at you if you hang around up here. Each Van unloaded half-a-dozen guys, and has a driver. But the guys don't look too tough, apart from the body armor.

(Now that we're in a combat situation, probably should bring up Willpower. You can spend willpower to gain a bonus to making checks, to reduce damage if your harmed, to stay alive when mortally wounded, or wake up if knocked unconsious, along with other things. If you hit 0 Willpower, though, you take penalties to checks, and wont be able to use your powers.

You can regain willpower equal to your base will by resting a full night, and gain points by following your Loyalties and Passions, in equal amounts to the numbers listed by them. Certain other heroic actions net willpower. Careful though, failing Stability checks, or turning your back on Passions or Loyalties, will reduce willpower.)

>>17782450
Oh, and World fact I should mention that Dan would know. Good Samaritan laws protect metahumans from prosecution when they protect the lives of themselves or others, including up to lethal force.

However, the question is still raised as to WHERE your unlicensed powers common to an enemy military power came from.

>>17782514
Discretely kill anyone in our way, get outside and then reassess the situation.

>>17782450
Humm... evolution must be illegal...

Well... we could blast a hole in the wall. See if theres any buildings opposite we can run to. Or we could just do that and hide. Let them think you left, maybe by flying from the roof...

I hope they dont have some sort of detectors.

>>17782581

You have a think, and start planning your way out. You do know there are buildings on either side of the Sun/Moon club, and also across the street (though that's a bit of a leap, even if you were just recently made superhuman). They are, however, also two stories high, meaning you'd have to blow through a couple walls to get there. You could get roof access, but you don't know where that is in this building.

As you worry about detection, which is possible, you don't notice any of the requisite equipment on the thugs down stairs, a couple of whom are running up stairs to hit the office it looks like. The other thing you remember, though, is archival footage of Cyrean footsoldiers utilizing psibolts. Which are about as bright as a parachute flare. You suspect you wont be able to go that route with subtlety.

Why is it all my readership dies off right as we get to the good parts?

>>17782792
We need to head upwards or sideways.
Lets get to the second floor and look around there.

>>17782870
You were too slow brah. You should write it all out before hand. The players usually find ways around it anyway though so you have to adapt in-game.

But you did convince me to run a quest i ran a while back called Transhumanism 1945.

>>17782936
Already on the second floor. Current position is on the 2nd floor "balcony" over looking the dance floor below.

>>17782946
In that case we should head towards the nearest door and try to barricade it. If there are no doors, we need to attack the thugs.

>>17782870
I blame time between posts.
So, we're basically Captain America with psibolts, and basic combat training?

Fire a spread of bolts at the group downstairs, even if we didn't spot our friends, that's probably where they are. Then if we can, head for some cover, or the other side of the club.

>>17782992
(2x3 and 2x3 to attack thugs)

Right, well, time to test out your new powers. Luckily the genetic memory you have translates to muscle memory. You hurl two bolts down over the balcony railing, at the two front most guys spraying the crowd. Both of them fly back a couple of feet, one smacks into the side of a van, another's SMG is sliced in half by the bolt and and he falls over, both have great smoking holes in their body armor.

You then realize this was an astonishingly bad idea as the remaining eight or so unoccupied guys hose the railing up at you.

(3x9 to dodge)

You backflip out of the way, and land on the booth you were sitting at a couple of minutes ago. The hail of gunfire continues. You now have a couple choices to take cover. The 2nd floor is mostly taken up by private rooms, and the VIP lounge on one side, and the offices on the other (where two minions just went).

So what sort of genetic enhancements did we get from the crazy/sexy french girl? I'm curious what all makes us different from the average guy.

Very related: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phthxXtnFFg

>>17783078
Vip Lounge if it has a door, throw something in front of the doorway and fire psibolts over that.

>>17783096
Peak Performer allows you utilize your normal range of human stats and skills better. ATM, this was just a 1-point bonus to all Stats, but as you flex your metaphorical super human muscles more, there will be other bonuses.

She also made you immune to rejection from Cybernetic and Nanotech implants, and you can gain new superpowers by coming in contact with Alien power modules.

>>17783078
Can we get to the office while staying on the second floor? If so, that's my vote, maybe launching another bolt down before we go.

>>17783139
Really OP? Nothing about the video?

>>17779216
newfriend here

What do you mean by "metahuman"?

>>17783162

The Office! It's on the second floor, and might actually make a decent hide-away. And maybe you can find out if the police are on their way, or something.

(2x7 on Psibolt)

You lob another little shooting star, realizing you can curve them a little, and clock one guy in the upper chest, and he falls like you dropped a back of bricks on him. You take off sprinting for the office, and despite not being a regular at exercising, find the sprint pretty easy.

Problem, the door to the Club's office on the second floor is glass. And you are sprinting at it, full speed.

>What do?
>Damn the torpedoes!
>Blow up the fucking door
>Stop long enough to try the lock
>Run the other way

>>17783225
Wow, you really are new.

A metahuman is, basically, someone with superpowers - usually derived from mucking around with one's DNA - and is synonymous with the word 'mutant'.
Used primarily in Marvel Comics to describe the difference between the guys with powers and the normal human beings.

>>17783248
Just barrel on right through it! Like in all those action movies!

Nobody ever gets hurt running through a huge pane of glass, right? Right?

>>17783248
>Damn the torpedoes!
Time to test out that ole' metahuman resistance.

>>17783248
Throw ourselves through it backward, so it doesn't get in our eyes.
Fire another psi bolt if we see any thugs close to us as we do so.

>>17783283
>>17783277

Nobody in action movies ever gets hurt by glass, right? You throw your arms in front of your face and dive through the glass door, just as a line of bullets stitches the wall behind you at shoulder-height.

(1 Shock to both Arms)
You roll across the ground in the entrance to the office area, coming to rest against a desk. Ow. you brush yourself off, noticing a couple cuts or scratches in you, and you're definitely bruised. Maybe. Do you have a healing factor? You don't know.

Then you notice a cute secretary hiding under one of the other desks clasping a pearl-handled subnosed revolver and looking at you like you're from fucking Mars. You give her a thumbs up and wink, which only causes her jaw to drop lower, then you hear the thump of a boot on the door from the 1st floor, which is thankfully wood.

>>17783369
We can hear that thump from up here?
Must be someone big.
Metahuman or Police probably.
Anyway look to see if we've been followed by thugs.

>>17783399

Slight correction, the door is from the 1st floor, well, technically an open staircase on the first floor, so the door opens up on this office.

Luckily, no thugs can follow you because none of them have made it up to the 2nd floor. Yet.

>>17783369

we should protect that secretary.

>>17783435
Then lets clean ourselves up and open the door for our guests.
Don't want to be rude. If they're hostile, point blank psi bolt should help.

>>17783464
It's just audacious enough to do it. Ask if the secretary has called for help yet

>>17783266
I really just dont understand the prefix "meta", its a confusing as shit prefix that never stands for the same...

>>17783536
Generally it means 'beyond'. If something is metahuman, it's beyond human (IE Superhuman). If someone is metagaming, they're beyond gaming (IE they're using out of game knowledge)

>>17783464
>>17783517


You wave for the secretary to stay down, and mouth "Are the cops coming?" she simply nods, and cocks the hammer back on her revolver. Your in Campus town, so the SWAT vans will probably be here in 5-10 minutes, depending on when the call actually got in. Helicopters in half that time.

You brush some glass off your pants, and walk up to the door, and another kick causes the wood around the lock to splinter a little. You casually unlock the door and yank it open, revealing two astonished mooks with automatic weapons, one with a ski mask, and the other with a scarf tied around his face.

They continue to be astonished as you psibolt the first guy in the gut, and he goes tumbling back down the stairs, dropping his AK-clone on the landing as he does.

You hastily slam the door and flip the lock, as the other goon gets his wits back and sprays his MP5 into the close door. You duck, and splinters of door land on your back. Then you hear him shout "He's in the office! Come around the other side!" Well. Shit.

>>17783581
He seems to have made a convenient hole in the door.
How well can we angle our psibolts again? Enough to shoot one through a narrow aperture?

>>17783599

You can arc them a little. You do know, however, that they have been punching through kevlar vests, which ignored 9mm rounds, like they were tissue paper. Perhaps a couple inches of wood might not be an impediment.

>>17783620
Might as well practice a bit and shoot for the whole. Try to angle it so itll go horizontally through it too, so we don't ahve to get up and into his cone of fire.

>>17783620
Make it so. Two blasts, spaced two seconds apart. Then, if it isn't immediately obvious, ask the secretary where the side is and get ready for an attack from that direction.

>>17783656

Having defeated one door today, you decide to go for two. You press your back up against the wall next to the door and wait for his gun to click empty, then rap your open palm against it twice, flicking your wrist and throwing a psi bolt at the last minute.

The thug on the other side lets out a strangled yelp and you hear his gun clatter to the floor, and him go tumbling down the stairs. You look over, and see two saucer size holes, perfectly round, bored into the door.

You take stock of the situation. There are seven bandits left, and police are on their way, but you've rendered both doors into the front of this office useless and they'll be coming upstairs and attacking from the way you came in soon, and you've got a civilian to protect. There is the inner office, through a set of double-wooden doors, which have no holes in them.

>>17783579
But.. wouldnt an example of metagaming on rpgs be when someone makes a char and starts optimizing it in a way that is not natural to the roleplaying aspect? That doesnt seem very "Beyond gaming" to me, beyond gaming would be to forget that i am playing a game, and RPed correctly...

Beyond used like this is a pretty abstract concept, and so is the meta prefix... My brain doesnt work on abstract...

>>17783745

ask the secretary if its better to hole up there. if yes, do that.

>>17783745
Get back to the secretary and talk to her.

>>17783774
Ah, depending on who you ask that's either called minmaxing, or character optimization. Not metagaming.

An example of metagaming in this thread for example would be to say that we should just take all the bullets to the face because, as a protagonist, we won't really die permanently and Omega will find a way for the game to continue. It'd be bad to play that way though, because the character doesn't know that and doesn't have a reason to do it.

>>17783852
And who says I wont kill you and have you guys roll a new Super with different powers?

>>17783846
>>17783818

You scuttle over to the secretary, and say quietly "Can we get in the main office?" She nods, still a little shell-shocked. "It has a biometric lock, and the doors have half-inch steel plates in them, but me and Miss Africa are keyed to the door."

Oh, right. You remember who owns this nightclub. Ms. Africa calls herself that because she has a terrible sense of humor, and actually came from southern Africa. Also she was probably a hitwoman for african warlords, and can produce and shoot spikes made from her own chitinous bones. You're beginning to wonder who is retarded enough to mess with her club.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of feet tramping up stairs. The goons are probably marching up both sides to the 2nd floor now, en masse, and the door inner office is exposed, and you can see well, because the windows out to the clubs have the blinds down.

>Plan?

>>17783961
>who says I wont kill you
It's a hypothetical.

>>17783961
Goddamn I'm getting sloppy.

>the door inner office is exposed
Should be "door TO inner office"

>you can see well
Should be "CAN'T see"

>>17783961
Into the main office.
While we move, ask if Ms. Africa is in the building.
Also have the secretary go ahead, and cover her.

>>17783961
Grab the secretary's free hand, tell her to stay low, and make a break for the main office before we get pinned down.

>>17784048
Oh yes, and act as a human shield to her if necessary.

Chivalry is alive and well in life or death situations like this.

>>17783985

You wave the secretary toward the door, taking the revolver from her as she goes, crawling along the floor to reach the lock. You admire the view for a second, then poke your head around the door you dove through, and observe the second floor.

You split your concentration for a bit to ask her "Is Ms Africa here?" She presses her thumb to the panel of the lock and hits a button, then says "No. She was called away on business. The local Metahuman Small Businesspersons Association called an emergency meeting. Apparently someone," she pointedly looks at the door that the thugs shot up "Has been harassing such businesses lately".

The door unlocks with the sound of steel bolts unlocking, and she sits up to grab the handle and open the door. Then you hear a guy shout "Hey, he's up here! They're going into the office!" Apparently you should concentrate better.

(2x6 to shoot)
He's wearing a paintball mask. You disabuse him of the notion that it counts as armor, and put a bullet from the revolver in his face. Then you dash into the office as another three or four of them make 2nd floor level and aim their guns at you.

The bolts slam back into place as a handful of bullets impact the steel plating, leaving dents in the nice doors.

>>17784107
Hand her the revolver back and thank her.

"So, I assume that we're trapped in here for awhile until either the cops arrive or they blow the door. Whaddya wanna do? Break into Ms. Africa's stash of booze?"

>>17784230
(Heroic Action! You have gained 2 Willpower)
(Your stats have increased)

You hand the gun back to her, and she takes it, tucking it back into an ankle holster. You turn back to admire the door. "So, I assume that we're trapped in here for awhile until either the cops arrive or they blow the door. Whaddya wanna do? Break into Ms. Africa's stash of booze?"

You turn back to face the secretary, and she already has the office's bar open and is pouring a glass of something old and expensive, looks like scotch, into a glass with some ice.

Then you get a nasty surprise as a couple of stray rounds, probably from something higher caliber and military poke a couple random holes through the steel plate. One of the bottles at the bar shatters, and you both hit the deck.

>>17784390
Can't catch a goddamn break today...

Overturn what is obviously going to be the huge, heavy, african wood desk and make it look like it's obviously being used as cover.

Then stand behind the door and wait for them to charge in like the tards they are and hit em' in the back.

>>17784421
One of these?

You're right, if Ms. Africa doesn't have one of these she is failing her reputation and her cliche as fuck name.

>>17784421

You dash over to the desk, gesturing for the Secretary to press against the wall while you do. You dive around behind it, ducking your head a bit as another stray round flies through the door and pops one of the lightbulbs in the room.

As you get ready to hurl the desk over, then beat it back to the door, you see the security feet on the computer on the desk one of the little screens shows the door to the inner office. A couple of thugs are pressing a device with a hip-worn power supply against the door, and loading a long metal rod into it.

It takes you a second, but you recognize it as a Thermite Lance, the Earth name for a down-and-dirty Cyrean weapon used to breach bulkheads on their own ships. And it is about to convert two feet of iron rod into melting temperature and shove it through the door at lock height in just a few seconds.

>Wat do?

>>17784586
Well, these are my ideas in the order we should try them:
1.) Shoot them through the door every time they try to break through it
2.) Hope you get lucky in creating a new exit through one of the walls
3.) Glorious last stand

I think I'm the only one here playing right now, OP. I'm fine with playing like that if you are, but just so you know.

I don't think it's a lack of interest though, just that /tg/ quest times can be fickle things.

Is there an option to get the hell outta dodge?

I think we should blast every goon that tries to get in. burn willpower if needed

>>17784650
(Time for a dramatic roll to see who goes first)
(4x5 on Psibolt)
(Minions 3x10 on Thermite Lance)

Almost instantly in response, you reflexively lob a psibolt straight out at the door, just above the lock. It punches clean through, and you see a flash on camera feed and the loader goes flying back and you graze the arm on the guy holding the lancer.

Key word being "graze". He still has enough sense of mind to depress the trigger into the lock area, and a jet of molten hot iron shoots into the room, clean through the lock, sending a shower of burning motes scattering around the room.

The main force of the jet continues going, aiming roughly at your head.

>Well, you're right fucked now:
>Duck!
>Intercept!
>Block!

Intercept and FUCK THAT BRO UP.

>>17784905
INTERCEPT THE BIG HOT LOAD OF IRON SHOOTING RIGHT TOWARDS YOUR EAGER YOUNG FACE

>>17784905

intercept i guess?

Also, spend Willpower to make Intercept more likely to not screw up.

>>17784805
I'd partake, but it's a bitch to do so on my phone

>>17784931
>>17784929
>>17784925

(Spending 2 willpower for HEROIC RESOLVE)
(3x10 to prevent face-melting)

You are suddenly immensely thankful for your new superpowers, barely 15 minutes old, as you fire a bolt directly in front of you, right through the shot of molten metal.

Sparks fly around the room, showering the floor, the ceiling, the walls behind you. And go sailing back out the now wide open doors at the guy who tried to melt your face off. He is obliterated, reduced to a hunk of charred meat, as you get a moment to take stock of the situation.

The burning iron is currently eating holes through the floor and ceiling. The Secretary yanked a heavy book case in front of herself, which seems to have taken most of the blast, as you can see her poke her head out from behind it, a couple pieces of ash in her hair.

Then you hear "Oh fuck! Get back!" and the sounds of some men scrambling to get away. You look back to the door and see the power pack for the thermite lance has a hole in it, and out of that hole is a white-hot glow.

Then you remember that Thermite Lances are powered by miniature fusion cells. You just can't catch a break, huh?

>>17785036
>mini fusion cells

How mini are we talking? City-block? The building? Just the immediate area?

If it's one of the first two, just jump on the secretary. Maybe our charred corpse will be just enough to preserve her life.

If it's the third, our psiblasts seem to be all about kinetic energy, yes? If so, open the door, blast it the fuck away, then slam the door closed and duck.

>>17785097

Math isn't your forte, but the cell probably has enough material to clear a room. You could try shutting the doors, but they have some awful big holes in them.

Yes, the Psibolts appear to be basically a big blob of pure friction (you're pretty sure that shouldn't work, but w/e, PSYCHIC POWERS) and you could hit the power pack from here. But that might just rupture it while while you're looking straight at it and the glow will melt the eyes out of your head. Probably. You majored in History/Anthropology, you're not entirely sure how it works.

>>17785136
Enhanced strength, right? Grab the book case and put it in front of the door. Bam, no more holes.

Sure hope Ms. Africa has insurance. The kind of insurance that pays out the ass. Otherwise we're probably going to be indebted for quite some time once she finds out we were the target. Which in all honesty might be more entertaining.

For me, not for Dan.

>>17785165
Drop some willpower points on that if that's what it takes to complete the action.

Maybe hold onto the bookcase to make sure it stays in place when the inevitable explosion hits.

>>17785165
(2x4 on the Athletics check)
(Your Body has increased)

FUCK. THIS. SHIT. You grab the desk, it being much closer and better balanced than a bookshelf, and half throw, half slide it over the ground, pushing the doors shut. You then dive behind the pre-made cover of the other bookshelf, right next to the secretary, and close your eyes and cover your ears.

It becomes daylight inside your eyelids for a couple seconds, and the temperature in the room shoots up 10 or 15 degrees. Then it is over.

You poke your head up over, and see that there is no doors and no desk, and some nice holes up through the roof and down through the floor. All the windows in the outer office have been blown out, and from what you can see its pretty totaled. In the inner office, all the lightbulbs are blown out, the bottles of booze are shattered, and most of the books are on the floor.

Then you hear the sounds of helicopters and sirens, and a spotlight pans over the office windows to the outside for a second. "This is the Liberty City Police Department. We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up. If you do not reply in five minutes, we will breach the building."

You do some quick math on how many goons you (righteously) killed with the superpowers illegally granted to you by an insane wanted criminal. You decide you probably don't want to be here when the SWAT team kicks in the doors.

(cont.)

>>17785261

You push the bookshelf over onto the floor and out of the way, and help the secretary to her feet. "Is there another way out?" You ask. You really hope Ms. Africa continues to be cliched as hell.

Your hopes are rewarded when the Secretary pulls a book which remained conspicuously solid on a book shelf and it swings open on some kind of rotational thing, revealing an tunnel down with a ladder build into it. She points at it, and says "It goes down into the storm drain system. Since there isn't supposed to be any access from here, the police probably haven't cordoned it off."

You nod your thanks, and climb onto the ladder, you turn back and give her another wink and a thumbs up, and she asks "Who are you?"

>Time to pick a secret identity

>>17785303
Give her a cheesy grin and say,

"I'm Kickass."

>>17785341

NOPE.jpg

>notdopy satisfactory
I agree, captcha

>>17785355
Megaman

"I'm Javelin."

Okay, clearly I'm terrible at names. Can we get some people who aren't terrible at names to get in here and brainstorm?

>>17785396

"I'm Javelin." You say. Like a boss.

Then you slide down the ladder and go running off into the night, via the storm sewers.

END METAHUMAN RENAISSANCE PART 1

So, that's the first thread. Sorry about the bumps on the way, guys. I'll probably be doing this again tomorrow, starting around the later afternoon (EST) and going into the night.

You can now feel free to ask general world questions or discuss plans for tomorrow in this thread.

Gene?

>>17785470

WHO IS THIS ANONYMOUS?

>>17785470
Gene STARWIND

And now I've archived the thread. Hooray for me.

>>17785527
Upvoted

>>17785527
Good show, sir

Will you drop a link to the new thread in here when it's up?

>>17785303
I think the quest went well, save for one point. I'm really disappointed that Charm and Mind didn't keep their +1, instead having our stats blandified. I would have rather liked to be "A general paragon, but our real strength is that we're witty and charming." I also think we were playing that way, what with the degree to which we had serious swag even under pressure.

The new thread up yet?

Name: Leviticus
Age: 50-something, too much resleeving to recount
Major: Espionage and Assassination

Class: Rouge (applies makeup before missions)

>>17792004
>rouge

>>17792004
>rouge
>applies makeup before missions
>mfw

New thread >>17792316