[A Second Chance at a First Impression
A parahuman's first night out is a special occasion. Some say they'll meet their future teammates. Some say they'll meet their future nemesis. Some say they'll beat up some drug dealers and call it a day. Some say they'll walk around for hours and then go home bored. The Elite have started on the forms for public use of your powers, but the Protectorate don't have a face to put with the name. (Or a name.) Convince them of your fine moral standing.
Bonus 1: Display your powers in a non-threatening way.
Bonus 2: Fill out all the requested forms.
Bonus 3: Be entertaining enough to become a meme on PHO.
Success: +1,000 exp, Increased reputation with the PRT, increased reputation with the Protectorate, increased reputation with Cauldron
Bonus 1 Success: Increased reputation with the PRT, increased reputation with the Protectorate
Bonus 2 Success: Increased reputation with the PRT
Bonus 3 Success: Increased reputation with ?, decreased reputation with ?]
I stand in front of the PRT, the Protectorate hero - Prism, and a crowd of onlookers. There was a very satisfying hush that fell over them all once I announced who we'd captured.
"You have proof of this?" Prism asks me. I have proof in that I saw their bios. While that's sufficient for me, I suspect the Protectorate has a higher threshold.
When in doubt, state your case and let the other side react. "This is Nicholas Vasil!" I raise my voice slightly for the people recording. It's a simple thing to project from my diaphragm and to have a slight English accent. Acting is a great skill. "He can manipulate people's emotions. He makes them feel terror."
Prism's eyes narrow. "And the other one?"
"This is Guillaume Vasil." I motion to the other body. "He can use and manipulate and use the senses of anyone he touches! Indeed it was their blatant use of their powers that led us to them."
Riley steps forward and gives a little wave, which is mirrored by each of her Mets. "Hi! I'm Bit!"
"So you've been exposed to two Masters?" I can see where this is going.
"While my scanner can detect their powers and who they used them on, Guillaume never laid so much as a finger on us." I nod at the PRT trooper that has approached the two bodies with a spray tank. "It would be best to ensure that nobody touches him in the future. As for the other one." I turn and look at Nicholas. "I am quite immune to fear."
Prism grunts in return. "Would you be willing to come with us to the PRT office and give a statement?"
I nod. "Of course." Glad I have my clone at home.
"Why'd you target Heartbreaker's kids?" A man with his cell phone out yells.
"Because cults are a blight on society."
...
A man in a black suit sits down on the other side of the table and flips on a hand-held recorder. "This is PRT Agent John Hope. The date is November 19th, 2010 and I am in the room with two parahumans." He pauses and searches through through a manila folder. "So, your name is Pixel?" He asks.
"Yes."
Riley raises her hand and wildly waves it back and forth. "And I'm Bit!"
The agent clears his throat. "Yes. Can you tell me what happened in your own words?"
"Bit and I were patrolling, when we noticed a unique energy on a passerby. We identified it as originating from a parahuman, and moved in the direction he came from. Along the way, we encountered more of such people. Eventually we saw the actual application. We performed a search and identified the individual as Guillaume Vasil. We also identified Nicholas Vasil. As sons of Heartbreaker, we assumed they were up to no good. So we waited for them to enter their penthouse - which, incidentally, is not registered to them. Bit and I then moved in and incapacitated them."
"A unique energy you say."
I nod. "I am capable of identifying nearly any usage of a parahuman ability."
"Can you give us a list of those you saw who were targeted."
"Certainly." He hands me a piece of paper and a pen, and I write out the names of the people who'd had the 'Linked Senses' debuff. I make sure to write in large blocky letters. Lucky Screen might help with parahumans trying to spy on me, but good old fashion handwriting analysis was still a thing.
**John Hope is surprised.
The agent's eyebrows raise slightly. Yeah, I think the notifications are more sensitive now. "You have their actual names?"
"Yes."
"I see." He makes a note. I also had a short bio for each, but I wasn't going to reveal that. I figured Observe would, quite rightly, freak them out if they knew the full extent of its power. I assume that a sophisticated enough computer program would be able to glean someone's name from a photo. I hoped to imply that's what I had done. "So how did you incapacitate them exactly?"
"Oh! Oh!" Riley waves her hand above her head.
"Go on."
"I did it!" She puffs out her chest. "I charged in and was like 'Kapow!' and 'Kersplat!'. The taller one tried to make me afraid, but Pixel's armor stopped it!"
Riley ► ;)
"And their wounds?"
"Pixel used his super amazing healing technology on them!"
Riley ► ;)
Part of me regrets giving her the Party ability. The other part finds it unbearably adorable. At least she isn't physically trying to wink at me in the middle of the interview.
"Yes, the healing technology that the Elite are creating a clinic for."
"That's right."
"Is it limited to humans?"
"Not at all."
"Would you let us observe it?"
"Of course. Would here be acceptable?"
Agent Hope holds up a hand. "I'm afraid you are not allowed to use it on me."
I shake my head and hold up a inch-wide glowing cube.
[Inventory Cube
Str 25. Dex 0. Con 25. Inventory.]
"I will simply expand the container. You may place whatever you like inside."
I put the cube on the ground and stand back. I then un-Inventory the healing pod I'd made. It weighed a lot, but I've figured out that my summons weight isn't counted towards my Inventory limit. I guess because pixels don't really have weight? Or a useful power-interaction? Either way, it's a huge help.
[Healing Pod
Str 25. Dex 0. Con 25. Rapid Regeneration.]
I didn't have enough budget to make a Rapid Regeneration lvl 2 summon. If I could then I'd have Gnome healers, but that would probably raise a lot of comparisons to Nilbog. Best to get the idea of pixelized tech in people's minds. No need to advertise my more humanoid minions.
The healing pod is a long silver 'cylinder' with a clear top. I included a 'control panel' with randomly blinking pixels for effect.
The agent stands up and walks over to the pod. "May I?" I nod. He puts a tentative hand on it.
**John Hope is surprised.
"It's smooth!" He runs his hand over its surface.
"Yes. The physical characteristics differ from its visual ones."
"I see." He pulls out his cell phone and presses a button. "Yes. Please bring a wounded animal for experimental treatment to room 302." He hangs up. "Now, lets get back to the acknowledgment forms."
I'm glad I have Gamer's Mind, or I'd be out of my skull with boredom already. I don't know how Riley stands it.
5 hours later...
*A Second Chance at a First Impression complete! +1,000 exp. +50 reputation with the PRT. +30 reputation with the Protectorate. +10 reputation with Cauldron. +100 reputation with Cherish. -100 reputation with Barrow.
Ugh. If I had it all over to do, I'd be tempted to go vigilante. At least I was able to keep Riley entertained with our party chat. I'm going to assume that 'Cherish' is the sister they were hunting and 'Barrow' is another family member who's also chasing her. How many kids did Heartbreaker have anyways? I should probably do something about him in the future. He was another person Gamer's Mind was a hard counter for.
*A new quest has triggered: Heartbroken
[Heartbroken
Kill or contain Heartbreaker.
Bonus 1: Kill or contain his children.
Bonus 2: Redeem his children.
Bonus 3: Deprogram his slaves.
Success: +4,000 exp.
Bonus 1: +4,000 exp, ?.
Bonus 2: +6,000 exp, ?.
Bonus 3: +8,000 exp, ?.]
I'll put it on the list, but honestly, I have bigger fish to fry first. As much of a scumbag Heartbreaker is, he's not hurting as many people as, say, the Slaughter House Seven. I admit, that is a high bar. I shouldn't hold everyone to that level of evil. I find it interesting that my power cares about his slaves more than his children. I personally agree with it.
...I wonder if that's playing into the rewards? Am I influencing Optimize or is my Shard influencing me?
It needed resources.
Hosts had access to resources.
It needed hosts.
Accessing analysis and prediction...
ERROR! Lack of resources.
Accessing communication and scanning...
Resource reserve down to 53%.
Observing...
We stepped out of the building and walked towards the street. Unlike other buildings, the PRT headquarters had ample space around it. Sure, there were places with parking lots, but that's not what the buffer was for. I had to imagine that there were concealed defenses. Even if there weren't, the extra space itself would be an asset against a lot of parahumans I'm betting.
We stopped at the edge. I pulled out another Inventory Cube, which soon changed into a Teleportation Pad.
[Teleportation Pad
Str 25. Dex 0. Con 25. Teleportation lvl 2.]
The pad itself was a 3 foot diameter circular disk that was two inches tall. Level 2 teleportation couldn't send us to spots on my mini-map. It was limited to line-of-sight. People on the sidewalk had stopped and were pointing their phones at us. Riley gave a little wave as she and I stepped on my pixelated pad. We were on a far away rooftop the next moment. Sure, I could've just teleported us directly, but this sold the tech angle. Also, any Thinkers or Tinkertech sensors would let the PRT know that the pad did the actual teleportation. Probably.
I wonder what they'll think when it vanishes. Part of me wanted to leave a spy behind to watch, but that'd be asking for trouble. Better not to reveal any spying capacity just yet.
I put my hand on Riley's shoulder and we vanished again. One of the benefits of the teleportation pad was that I could 'charge' it ahead of time. It took time to deploy and was bulky, but it let me act immediately upon arrival. More than worth it in my eyes. Regeneration was the only other ability I had that behaved in the same manner.
Although... I hadn't tried giving a summoned creature the summoning ability. Due to the increasing cost, I'd never be able to grant something my highest level of summoning... unless it was a unique summons...
I needed to experiment with this. Regular summons all drew MP from me, so letting them summon would just extend my range. Riley's Zero-Suit didn't have an upkeep cost. What would've happened if I'd given it the summon ability?
Wow. It might be worth using up another slot to test. I was hoping that Summoning would level soon. If it did, and I couldn't expand existing unique items to use the higher cap... Well, it would offend me as a min/maxer to have wasted a slot for testing.
Before that, I wanted to talk with Mars. I'd inadvertently done something that upset her enough to lose reputation. It wasn't much, so I didn't think she was going to burn my base down or anything. Still, forewarned is forearmed.
We appeared on the roof of our base. Riley looked around. "Why are we outside?"
"So I can follow through on our 'bet'." I concentrated and summoned a pegasus.
[Pegasus
Str 20. Dex 20. Con 10. Damage Resistance (Gravity). Damage Resistance (Physical).]
Damage Resistance (Gravity) should help it fly, and theoretically protect it from falling. Damage Resistance (Physical) was there just in case.
*Riley has invited Pegasus to join her Party.
I mentally have the winged horse accept. Riley leaps onto its back. The white steed expands its... unimpressive wings - a horse was already pushing the size of the biggest thing I could summon. Should've gone with another pony. "Go, go, go!" Riley points towards the edge of the roof. The Pegasus neighs in response and gallops forward while flapping its wings. The pair go off the roof as I hear Riley shouting "Wheeeee!" I wonder if there are laws that say where parahumans can fly?
Kevin ► Don't go too high. Remember we're only a few miles from the airport. I don't want to get a letter from the... FDA?
Riley ► It's the FAA, and don't worry I won't Big Brother!
Yeah. I think I'm the stupid one of the family. I wonder why she capitalized 'Big Brother'. I really need to get a book about psychology. This might be a symptom of her 'Good Girl' fixation.
I let out a sigh as I entered the building. The horse was costing me 60 MP a minute to maintain. Eh, it was worth it. Its future noble sacrifice to Riley's curiosity will be remembered. I walked to the lounge. Most of the Travelers were there, including Mars.
"Hey Pixel, welcome back!" Luke called from the couch. "Ready for another round?"
I shook my head. "Not right now." Marissa was in a corner, playing on her phone. I walked up to her. "Marissa, may I have a moment of your time?"
**Sundancer is slightly surprised.
The notifications were definitely coming more often. The 'slightly' modifier wasn't something I'd seen before today. In fact, now that I thought about it, I was starting to see a clear cause and effect. Marissa's eyes had barely widened just as the notification came. It wasn't something I'd ever noticed before. I would've thought such a thing would come from increased perception. There still must be something I'm just not getting.
"Sure Pixel." She sat up straighter. "What do you want?"
"I have something I'd like to test. It shouldn't take more than a few minutes." She nodded. "If you could follow me."
**Sundancer is apprehensive.
"Is there something wrong?" She asked from behind me.
"No, but the technology I've been working on is only suitable for small scale testing so far." I turned my head and looked at her over my shoulder. "I don't want to get the other's hopes up before getting some first-hand data."
"Is it dangerous?"
I let out a chuckle. "Not in the slightest."
**Sundancer is relieved.
We entered the observation room for the smaller operating theater. I sat down and Mars took the opposite seat.
**Sundancer if nervous.
"So... what is it?"
"I'm going to test an anti-Master procedure on you. I'm hoping it will suppress anything... incorrect." Her eyes widened and I didn't need the notification. I'd already made a connection with Power Drain, so I pushed Gamer's Mind before she could rationalize why I shouldn't.
[Debuffs:
Memory Removal
Simurgh Bomb - Suppressed]
Excellent. I sat back in amusement as Marissa did a pretty good impression of Riley's first reaction. It took her a few moments to collect her thoughts.
"I feel... calm. It's bizarre, like my priorities were magnified somehow but are back to what they should be."
"Yes, it's a temporary measure." One that I couldn't keep up for long, even without the horse's drain. Still, a waking meditative state sufficed. "Hopefully it will allow you to retain your new perspective when I stop the effect. Are you ready?"
She shook her head. "Not yet. I need to think first." We sat in silence for several minutes before she looked up. "You're Tex aren't you?"
What? How'd she figure it out? Damn it, I thought I was covering my tracks so well! Well, obviously not as thoroughly as I'd liked. "Hang on." I let out a sigh as my clone made his way here. 'Tex' entered and Marissa looked between the two of us. "I thought this was going to be a bigger reveal." I said as I took off my helmet. I'd figured out how to make it solid and connect to the other segments. That's why I'd had my clone research armor crafting. "So much for my surprise." At the same time, Tex removed his hat, bandanna and glasses.
**Sundancer is confused.
"Wait... what?" She looked from one of me to the other. "I thought 'Pixel' was just another projection of Tex and that he, you were using him as cover!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, that's closer than you know." I shook my head while my clone continued the thought. "We are the same, but it's slightly more complex than that." He sat down next to us, while I spoke. "I'm glad I decided to show you if you already guessed so much." Speaking in tandem was fun. I should do it for Riley's bedtime story tonight.
"Is Bit another... aspect of you?"
We shook our heads. "No, just Pixel and Tex. Long story short, I was on the run and needed to ditch my first identity."
"So, why are you telling me?"
"Our thinker friend said something was up." We shrugged. "It seemed like the simplest solution was to just come clean to you. No offense, but we were worried what you might do if you thought we were lying to you."
She fell forward with her face in her hands. Her long blond hair cascaded around them. "No, no. I get it. God! I feel so strange!"
"Do you want us to remove the effect? Hang on." I had my clone leave. "I'm not sure what the proper grammar is in such a situation. Using plural pronouns feels pretentious. Simpler for us to just talk one on one instead of one on two."
Mars sat up straight and took a deep breath. "Okay. You can drop it."
I cut Gamer's Mind, but kept the connection open in case I needed to drain her or calm her down. "There, you should be back to normal now."
"Wow. That's... freaky."
I nodded. "Having a separate view of your own thoughts is quite enlightening from what I understand."
"Wait." Her eyes narrow. "You don't use it on yourself."
I snort. "The opposite. I can't remove the effect from myself."
"Oh." She seemed to deflate.
I smiled. "I do worry about power-induced 'sanity' if that's what you're wondering. Still, the benefits outweigh anything else." I tap my temple. "For example, I remember the entire fight in your living room, not just the section where I wasn't rewound in time."
She blinked. "Really?"
**Sundancer is self-conscious.
"Really." I shook my head again. "Don't worry about it."
"Alright, so what's next? Are you going to mind-whammy everyone else?"
"I think it might be a good stop-gap until Bit figures out how to really fix you." I sigh. "It just feels too close to Mastering someone."
"Yeah." Marissa waves her hand side to side. "I get it. Part of me is now wondering if you're lying and brainwashing me right now."
"Yeah." I reply glumly. "If it helps, I'll apply or abstain from granting you the effect at your discretion."
The blonde perks up. "Actually, that does help. I've been second-guessing myself for so long. It feels weird to not do so. When I was under its effect, all that dropped away." She put her head in her palms again. "On one hand, I know I'm being manipulated by Her, on the other hand, you're doing the same thing. But are you really? Or is it her tampering that's making me think so?"
I stand up and pat her on her shoulder. "Take your time. I can't imagine what you're going through. I'll trust your decision whatever it is. I'll also leave up to you what to do with your teammates. If you think this is a good thing, I can work with them. If you think it's not, then I won't."
I pick up my helmet and put it back on my head before leaving the room. I had gone out on a limb, but I think I made the right choice. If she'd already seen through enough of my deception, then things could've spiraled out of control. That was an additional conflict I didn't need right now. Plus, even if she decides that I shouldn't do anything else, Marissa will be an ally against anyone else that figures it out. If someone else gets upset, it won't be as bad if Sundancer steps in and says 'I knew'. Less of a perceived betrayal that way.
I just had to trust that the diplomatic route was the best one. All the more reason to invest in charisma I guess.
I still needed to sleep on that. I think it was showing its benefits, so it wasn't a dump stat like I'd thought at first.
I tracked Riley on my mini-map while I walked and thought. She seemed to be doing figure-eights, so she's probably having fun. Sitting still felt like a waste. I didn't want to play video games with the Travelers right now. At least not until Marissa makes up her mind. Pressuring her, even if it's just by being in the same room, felt like a mistake. Hmmm... Could charisma be giving insight on people? That's another hard thing to tell.
I make my way to the large conference room and start meditating while Tex drains me, maintains gnomes for grinding, and surfs the internet. I need to get a book about psychology, until then a website will do.
* +5 reputation with Maverik.
* +2 reputation with Chain See.
* +5 reputation with Flechette.
A flood of notifications all come in. They mostly seem to be minor reputation gains, with a few losses sprinkled in between. That's odd, some of these names ring a bell. What could I have done?
I browse PHO. There. A post about Bit and her flying horse. And second one about Bit and Pixel. There's fewer notifications than there are people who posted. So there's another limiting factor. Capes only? I don't recall ever getting a reputation increase with a normal human. Not that I spend time with non-parahumans much anymore. Distance? New York is a big place, but it's overflowing with capes. Are these the ones that I've run into, or gotten close enough to somehow?
Does that mean I was within some radius of the remaining children of Heartbreaker? I suppose it's possible. Like I said, New York is a crowded place.
The notifications keep popping up, but less frequently. Yeah. This is going to be annoying. I chuckle. Knowing exactly what made me popular and with whom had to be some PR guy's wet dream.
After about an hour, the phone rings. I look at it. It's probably Impetus. I don't think anyone else has this number. Though it could be another member of the Elite. I hadn't talked to anyone else since taking Fred's deal. I closed my eyes. Nope, no sensation of being watched. I'd never rule out the Elite bugging the hideout they'd given me, but it still seemed clean. I guess they were just calling while hoping I'd pick up? Or they knew I as here be Bit was flying around outside.
I answer on the forth ring.
I summon a helmet over my clone's head. Better to have Pixel sound the same as always, and it's easier than stopping meditating and letting all these summons fade. "Hello."
"Hello Pixel, it's Impetus." He pauses for a moment. "We just had some reports come in that I wanted to talk with you about."
"What sort of reports."
"From the PRT."
"I informed you of our plans. Surely encountering the PRT was an expected possibility?"
"It was, and you handled yourself admirably. My call is about an additional technology you displayed."
Ah. That. "Go on."
"You can make teleportation pads?"
"I can."
"Would you be willing to sell some to us?"
"I'm afraid that my technology degrades far more rapidly than most Tinkertech. In addition, it cannot be maintained by anyone else."
"Ah. That would be why you left it behind. A single use item that you didn't care to keep because fixing it would be too much trouble."
Close enough. "That's right. I didn't realize it would cause a stir."
"No. We realized you had a personal teleportation device. The idea of one that other people could use opens up several lucrative opportunities."
He raises a good point. If I did get a Tinker Perk, could I make permanent ones? That would be worth my time. "Could you get me in contact with Dragon. If anyone could reproduce my technology it would be them."
"Of course!" I could hear his smile. "Making contacts is one of the many perks of belonging to the Elite." I sense a 'but' coming. "We would be willing to do this favor in exchange for a similar service."
This is what I get for being a consultant. I could push and say that one of the conditions I'd asked for was introductions to other people. He'd probably just say that's why I'm getting such a good price. "What do you wish me to do?"
"PHO is reporting a creation of yours flying over Manhattan. I think that 10 rides for people of our choice would be an acceptable trade."
That's surprisingly reasonable. Then again, there had to be a number of people that wanted to fly and had deep pockets. "That's acceptable. They will meet at the clinic. The rides will last no more than 1 hour. They must stay within three miles of my location. I will not be held responsible for their actions, or for actions people may take against them."
"Excellent. I'll have a contract drafted and waiting for you when the clinic opens." He paused for a moment. "I also have another issue we need to discuss."
Why did I get a feeling of dread? "What is it?"
"The Protectorate contacted us. It seems your debut raised some eyebrows and they want to speak to you in person."
Hmmm... "I'm willing, but I'll go by myself. Is the clinic's location an acceptable place."
"Of course. We want to promote it as a neutral ground, so this works well in that regard." Impetus then switched to a lower voice. "I've also gotten some rumors about your bodyguard. Is this going to be a problem?"
"What rumors?" I know PHO was calling him the Butcher, but I couldn't exactly tell Impetus how I knew that was wrong.
"He's killed three people so far. Very publicly."
I grimaced. "I didn't know that. I will handle it personally."
"That's the sort of accountability we like to hear. Have a good day!"
"And you sir."
I was kinda hoping the ten rides and a meeting with Dragon would count as a quest. Guess I can't get them by having people ask me for stuff. At any rate, publicity might not be such a bad thing after all. If I could get a meeting with Dragon, I could give them Mr. Price's tech. As for my clone... Shit. If he had just gone and lived his life I would've let him go. Still, one of the reasons for signing up with the Elite was to track him. Now I just needed to somehow broach the subject with the Protectorate.
*Lucky Fate leveled up.
*Lucky Screen leveled up.
[Lucky Fate lvl 3
Precognition targeting you has a 70% chance of being incorrect. Unlocks other Luc perks.]
[Lucky Screen lvl 3
Any information gaining power that targets you has a 70% chance of being incorrect. Requires Lucky Fate. Unlocks other Luc perks.]
I must be the target of a lot of attention. This will be bad if people connect the dots with my evil clone dodging Thinkers and Pixel doing it as well. I need to think of a plan...
[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer/Tex/Pixel)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: The Elite
Title: Orator (+50% to communication checks)
Level: 21 (8,500/21,000 Exp)
Mover: 8
Shaker: 2
Brute: 5
Breaker: 10
Master: 5
Tinker: 0
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 1
Trump: 9
Stranger: 9
HP: 580
MP: 260
Primary Attributes
STR: 65
AGI: 32
CON: 70
INT: 24
PER: 22
WIS: 20
CHA: 35
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 46
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 4
Inventory lvl 2
Party System
Transposition lvl 2
Multiplayer
Unique Summons (1/6)
Riley's Zero Suit - 0 Str. 25 Dex. 10 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 1. Lucky Screen lvl 1. Observe lvl 2. Party. Malleable.
Perks Selected (7/8):
Rapid Regeneration lvl 2
Summoning lvl 3
Lucky Fate lvl 3
Lucky Screen lvl 3
Power Drain lvl 3
Teleportation lvl 3
Danger Sense lvl 3
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Skills:
Acting: 20
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics: 5
Biology: 7
Computers: 1
Cooking: 4
Craft (Armor) 1
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Electricity): 65 - 99.3%
Damage Resistance (Gravity): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Heat): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Light): 64 - 99.25%
Damage Resistance (Magnetism): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 50 - 98.1%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 65
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 87 - 99.9405%
Parahuman Lore: 20
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 6 - 30%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Temporal): 26 - 95.7%
Stealth: 9
Unarmed Combat: 32
Video Games: 29
Ongoing Quests:
Passing on the Torch
Best Served Cold
Stay Off The Path
Scion
A Hero's Legacy
Defusing 1/5 0/5 0/5
What Can Change The Nature of a Shard?
Heartbroken
Debuffs:
None]