Chantilly looked around the room nervously. She didn't feel as out of place as she usually did. There were several people in the lobby that were dressed nicely. Not formal dresses, or anything as intricate as her appearance, but a far cry closer than school. She had come as part of a PR patrol. Not that they really got many patrols that weren't scripted public appearances. At least this one had a real purpose, both professionally and personally.
She was supposed to get to know Pixel. See if there was any lingering effects of him being close to the Butcher when the villain fell into a coma. It made her proud to be chosen. Sure, the risk was low. The Protectorate would never allow a ward to be put in any real danger, but it was still an important assignment. A job that had the chance to really make a difference.
Not that she expected Pixel to now be the Butcher. So it wasn't THAT important of a task. Still, it was more important than wandering the streets and waving at people.
No, the thing that made her nervous was the possibility of being healed. No matter how impossible the idea was, it refused to leave her head. The regeneration pods wouldn't do anything new, but the Elite said that Pixel offered another service. It was that personal assessment that she was interested in.
She gave a quick glance over her shoulder at her friends. Her fellow wards stayed outside - waving and giving autographs. Ursa Aurora gave her a smile and a wave. Chantilly returned the gesture and then clasped her hands in front of her. Prim and proper. That was the image she was supposed to convey. So she waited patiently in line until it was her turn.
The pretty receptionist smiled at her. "Good morning Chantilly!" She typed on her keyboard. "You're here for a private consultation, correct?"
Chantilly nodded. "That's right."
"All right." The woman moved her hand, but before she could press the button on the phone to her right, a voice came from it.
"Gwen, you may send Chantilly to the third floor."
Gwen the receptionist jerked her hand back as her eyebrows rose. "Oh my." She said to herself before letting out a slight giggle. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before pressing the button she'd originally been going for. "Of course, Mr. Pixel." She looked up from the phone. "The third floor elevator is to the right." She made a gesture with her arm. "I can escort you if you'd like."
Chantilly held up her hand. "No, that will not be necessary. I'm certain I can find my way." She did a quick curtsy. "Thank you." The hallway twisted and turned. Several people in bulky uniforms stood at intervals, or sat inside of rooms to the side. It ended at a set of large silver doors. They opened as she approached.
The elevator barely felt like it moved, and didn't make a whisper of a noise. The doors slid open to reveal a luxurious office. The target of her mission sat behind a large desk.
She blinked.
Pixel was even stranger looking in person than he had been in videos. You were used to seeing people with blurred faces or strange graphics on-line. Seeing it in real life was surprising. Chantilly idly wondered if Pixel could be a case 53 like herself.
No. All his technology looked like that. Bit did too. She supposed he might look odd underneath that armor, but it was unlikely he was a mass of pixels.
"Chantilly." He stood up and walked around the table. Wow. He was tall. The armor must add several inches, but even then. "I've been expecting you ever since the the Protectorate called this morning."
She did another curtsy. "Yes. Thank you for seeing me on such a short notice."
"Not at all. I'm glad to help." And get paid for it, she thought. "Come, let's find a more comfortable room for us to talk in." She could hear the smile in his voice. At least that was one less thing to worry about. He seemed nice.
"Yes, thank you again, kind sir." Her southern accent was a careful PR affliction. It was designed to frame her in a certain light. Ironically, the PR department said that it wouldn't work as well in the actual south.
Pixel led her to a smaller room that had a table and couches. She was soft enough to sit anywhere, and Pixel was still in his armor. It was the thought that counted she decided.
"Please forgive me, but I've already performed a scan on you." Pixel's voice took on a hint of amusement. "No need to be surprised or suspicious. I scan everyone that enters. It helps to weed out those that my pods can't restore."
"Oh? And what did it say about me?"
"Quite simply, that you're made of lace. Unfortunately, I'm pessimistic about the effectiveness my pods will have."
"Oh."
"Don't become discouraged just yet. Surely the Protectorate were informed about the other service I offer?"
She nodded. "Yes. The Elite said that you provided more... 'in-depth' services for interesting parahumans."
"Not me, but my companion, Bit. She's capable of truly wondrous things." He held up a glowing cube before standing and placing it on the ground. The next second a blurred cylinder took its place. "Before then, lets perform some tests." The Tinker seemed to hesitate. "I'm sorry, but testing if this will heal you will first require that we hurt you."
Chantilly suppressed a shudder. "What do you mean?"
"Slow steps. We'll start with a small cut, something that will be a minor annoyance if left untreated. We'll proceed based on the results."
Oh. "Alright. I can do that." She didn't really feel pain after all. She could sense when her lace was damaged, but she could also ignore it. No pain receptors.
Pixel handed her a... pixelized knife? "Be careful. It's quite sharp despite its appearance. Would you be more comfortable with me doing it? Or perhaps a PRT agent?"
She shook her head. "No, I can handle it." It was her mission to spend time with him. Another person would just get in the way.
Pixel's head suddenly turned. "My apologies. It seems like one of the people who bought a pegasus ride is here." He stood up. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Pegasus rides?
Okay, work wasn't so bad. It did keep me from grinding, but it got me out of the base. The nurses hadn't asked me anything about the pods today, because there wasn't anything for me to adjust. Unlike a real Tinker, my stuff worked until it poofed.
Chantilly was a nice girl. She was dealt a raw hand, but I guessed it was better than dying of cancer. I wonder why Cauldron turned her into lace and wiped her mind? Without knowing their objectives or reasoning, I couldn't figure out exactly what they actually did.
Chantilly worked for Legend. Were they kidnapping people on alternate earths just to get more superheroes? I mean... maybe? But why lace? To blend in with the other case 53s? Or were all case 53s made by Cauldron?
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
But there were other people who'd gotten powers from vials that didn't... mutate. Unless, she took it incorrectly like Noelle? No. The Traveler's found their vials and the Simurgh caused them to take them wrong. If Cauldron gave the vials directly then there shouldn't be an issue like that.
Did Cauldron WANT to make monsters? No. Chantilly's story is very reminiscent of what happened to the Triumvirate. A dangerous substance. An experimental drug! Case 53s have some sort of, I don't know, allergic reaction. Something goes wrong when they try to connect to their Shard. Like what happened with Noelle.
*Your parahuman lore skill has increased by +1.
It must have something to do with why they don't have 'Driven to Conflict'. The process itself removes it. No. For people like Legend, the vials worked perfectly. Mutating is an obvious unintended result.
That's it! The origin! Scion wants parahumans that like to fight. The source of Cauldron's vials doesn't want that!
Huh. I was sure that was going to be worth another skill level. If my conclusion is wrong, then I must've made a faulty extrapolation... or I'm missing a piece of vital information. Shoot. No way to tell without more details.
In any case, before I got distracted by my inner musings...
I think Riley will like Chantilly. My regeneration works on her, so she has some kind of a biology. I'm confident that Riley will want to examine her. Especially since she's a vial trigger. Hopefully she'll satisfy the Defusing quest. If she does, and we can help her, then we can probably get tons of case 53 volunteers.
It's a shame I can't tell her about her past without tipping my hand. If I tell her, Legend will hear about it. I can't alienate Cauldron while I'm using Legend as a shield of my own.
Let's see.
2:01:33
I'm close to re-summoning my clone.
Noelle ► Pixel, I think we're ready to talk.
Pixel ► Very well. I'll arrive momentarily.
I quickly check the Boo I have hidden in their room. They don't look like they're about to ambush me. Plus, I haven't gotten any reputation losses, so this isn't a trap.
I'll still teleport to outside the room and knock. No point in surprising everyone.
Noelle wasn't sure about being the leader. Being team captain for a video game club and working with capes were two completely different things. She hadn't even used her new power yet!
She didn't plan on using it either. Making a clone was a horrifying thought. It was a living creature. It had a mind. She didn't want the responsibility of creating life. If that wasn't enough, her clones were also effectively Mastered by her. They either were loyal or had an irrational hatred of their 'fathers'.
No. It was too risky. All of her previous clones had been clearly insane. No matter what Pixel said, she wouldn't risk that her power was 'working properly'. At least she wasn't a dead weight anymore. The Travelers didn't have to hide her, keep her fed, and prevent anyone from knowing about her.
Despite her inexperience, the rest of the group voted her leader. Or they might have just been voting against Krouse. Her boyfriend was an acquired taste, and he never really tried to win over anyone else. She'd eventually yielded with the caveat that Krouse was the leader in the field. She had no real world experience, and didn't want any.
She felt guilty at leaving the hard work to her friends, but they understood. Her power had too many negative ramifications and memories.
There was a knock on the door. "Enter."
Pixel stepped in. "Good evening everyone." He nodded to each of them in turn. "Have you reached a decision?"
Noelle swallowed and squared her shoulders. "Yes. We talked it over, and we've decided on a few things. First, your technology is suppressing the Simurgh's influence." She went over the mental checklist she'd made in preparation for this. "Second, we become increasingly paranoid outside of the room. We need a more permanent solution. So we'll do whatever you need for Bit to fix us." She glanced away. "But... I'm not sure how well we can be trusted. We've tried stepping in and out, and that's helped us identify our... condition, but I don't know how long we could really go before..."
"Say no more." Pixel held up a hand. "I may have a solution for that, but I think it's better if you stay here for now. If you can leave the room, do so. I have no wish to confine you or to have you confine yourselves."
Noelle felt better. Being locked in a room, unable to interact with the world, was something she'd had plenty of for one life. "That sounds good. Who knows? We could become more resilient with time."
"Plus, Thanksgiving is Thursday." Luke pointed out.
Noelle paused. Was it really? She couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "I guess we do have a lot to be thankful for. We could have a proper feast!" For some reason, eating too much didn't scare her the way it normally did. Another benefit of the room she guessed.
"Ah." Pixel sounded hesitant. "I don't think the kitchenette is going to suffice for something like that."
Marissa waved him off. "We're not going to cook a turkey or anything. We can get food and come back."
"Yeah, this is New York." Cody added. "Lots of people probably don't have space for roasting their own turkey."
"Alright. Thanksgiving sounds nice." Pixel seemed to hesitate again. "We can talk about what's best after that."
Huh. If Noelle didn't know better, she'd think that Pixel didn't want them to leave.
The Travelers likely couldn't do anything against Jack himself, but they could probably handle some of the other Slaughterhouse members. Well... a few of them. The more allies the better.
In any case, time to see what Riley has been up to today. I teleported to the main operating suite.
...Well, I was expecting her to have done something with the Stretchy Gnome. I hadn't expected this.
I really hope my summons don't feel pain.
I looked in from the observation room as the Gnome was stretched to his literal breaking point. Everything I summoned had a minimum size. 1 pixel. It seemed that with a can-do attitude and enough Mets that Riley had reached that limit. The gnome was pulled taunt around the room. It circled it over and over, the Mets straining to keep its body from pulling back together. Even as I watched, the gnome's HP ticked down. Riley paused in her examination and injected a strange glowing substance.
The gnome's HP rose.
Yeah... I might be virtually immune to pain, but I'm still grateful that I can't grant myself the malleable trait. I watched her work with a macabre fascination. Better not to disturb her. If the gnome snapped like the world's most disturbing rubber band then there would undoubtedly be some collateral damage.
Riley hummed to herself. A cheerful tune that the Mets swayed along with. After a couple of minutes she reached for another glowing vial. Right after she gave the injection seemed like the safest time to speak to her.
Kevin ► How's it going Riley?
Riley ► Great! I've had soooo many great insights today!
Kevin ► The Travelers are... adjusting to the room.
Kevin ► I think it's doing them good. Noelle thinks that by leaving and re-entering over and over that it will dull the Simurgh's influence.
Riley raised her head and stood up straight.
Riley ► Yep! I think our brains can't form the proper connections while under Gamer's Mind. Or at least they form more slowly.
Riley ► I wish I'd known they were going to do that! I could've cut one of their skulls open and wheeled them in and out of the room myself. Think of what I could've seen!
She stamped her foot. I couldn't help but smile.
Kevin ► They might not have gone for that. I think their paranoia is still ratcheted up too much.
Riley ► Awwwww...
The small girl crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders. The next moment she perked up and ran to a cabinet.
Riley ► Guess what!
Kevin ► What?
Riley ► Guess!
She pulled out some boxes, vials, and needles.
Kevin ► You got some supplies from the Elite?
Riley ► That's right! :D
**Riley is suspicious.
Riley ► Wait... are you watching me?
Kevin ► I'm in the observation room.
Riley ► ^o^ Come in here!
Kevin ► There isn't a lot of room.
Riley looked left and right before bonking herself on the head. She rushed over to where the gnome's head was still mostly intact. A Met jumped on her shoulder and extended a black blade along her arm. She brought it down on the gnome's head with a quick slash. My minion's HP bar emptied as it dissolved into pixels.
Riley ► There! Clean up is so much simpler now!
I exited the room and walked to the operating theater. When I got inside, I saw that Riley had placed the various items on the counter. She stood off to the side with her arms extended towards the pile.
"Tah dah!" She wiggled her fingers. "We have glycolic acid, trichloroacetic acid, salicylic acid, lactic acid, carbolic acid, and, of course, silicon!" I Observed each.
[Body Type Changer
Unlocks a body type. Single-use only.]
"The acids work the same as the bronzer, they'll just change my skin. The silicon will let me change my body type."
"Yes!" Riley grabbed the bags of gel and rushed to the operating table. "C'mon, hurry up and try it out!"
I gave her a bemused grin that she couldn't see due to my helmet. "Hang on, it'll take a while for my armor to fade."
**Riley is impatient.
"I've been looking forward to this for days!" She got behind me and started pushing me forward. "Lay down. I can start adjusting the scanners!"
I complied. As soon as my armor faded, she plopped a bag on my chest. "Here I go." I activated the item... "Wow. I can adjust my height, weight, muscle definition, bone structure..." I adjusted one of the sliders. The mental image I had of myself updated accordingly. "What should I change?"
"Hmmm..." Riley tilted her head. "Having you tall is nice, but a tiny Kevin would be cute."
"We can't go crazy with it. I still need to look the same in my armor."
"Good point." She hummed to herself. "Let's go taller then!"
"How about I just try a new face?"
**Riley is disappointed.
"But I was going to watch your body morph!"
"Sorry, but I think less is more in this case."
"Awwww..."
While Riley pouted, I tried various changes until I settled on one. "Here I go." I confirmed my selection. The next sound I heard was an excited squealing.
**Riley is excited.
**Riley is happy.
* +50 Reputation with Riley.
"We look even more like siblings!" She grabbed my head and turned it side to side. "The bone structure is the same." She pried open my mouth and peered inside. "You even gave yourself a snaggletooth!"
Yeah, and boy did it feel odd. "Do I look different enough?"
"Yep!"
Good. I'm glad my decision was accepted with such enthusiasm. As long as I'm lying here, I might as well bring up Chantilly. "I met a parahuman you might be interested in today."
Chantilly entered the clinic at the end of her patrol again. This was probably the last weekday she could visit. They had the week off from school because of Thanksgiving, but she obviously couldn't come on the actual holiday. Perhaps Friday? She was hopeful in a way she hadn't been before - at least not that she could remember. Pixel was a great guy and his tech could actually repair her body. Was it too much to ask that it could also restore it given time? Assuming, of course, that she once was human.
The same receptionist as before waved at her as she entered. "You can go right ahead. He's expecting you."
The case 53 felt a little guilty at the special treatment. There was still a line of people around the block, not to mention the crowded lobby. She was a special case, she reasoned. At least she didn't see any other obviously non-human people waiting in line. "Thank you kindly." The lace girl curtseyed before turning to walk down the hallway.
Chantilly fidgeted in the elevator. The ride seemed to take longer today. Finally, the doors opened. She walked to Pixel's office. The Tinker was sitting behind his desk, but stood up as she entered. "Chantilly! I'm glad you were able to come again so soon!"
It was times like these that she was glad she couldn't blush. "N-Not at all! You're the one who I should be thanking for their time!"
"My partner has agreed to examine you." The tall man walked towards her. "A word of caution, Bit can be enthusiastic at times. Please don't take offense if she suggests something outrageous. You have the final say in everything we do today."
"What sort of outrageous things?" She couldn't help but be nervous.
Pixel waved his hand. "She'll probably want a sample of you. I'm fairly confident my technology can regrow a limb, so she might ask for your arm or something."
"My ARM?" The ward couldn't help but flinch back. How could she give up an arm? Even if she didn't feel pain, even if it would grow back, who could do something like that?
Pixel held up his palms. "Easy, easy. That's why I brought it up now, so you won't feel pressured. It's just an example so you won't be surprised at what Bit might suggest. She tends to rush into things, but I assure you she has the talent to back it up."
Chantilly felt the urge to fidget come back, but she instead brushed her dress. "O-Of course. I will admit that such a suggestion did shock me." That was an understatement, but acting blasé was part of her persona.
"Don't worry." She could hear the smile behind Pixel's voice. "I promise that you'll be perfectly safe." Her opinion of the Tinker rose. "Are you comfortable teleporting to another location? If not, I can have Bit come here."
She shook her head. "No, that won't be necessary. It's better to have the examination in Bit's workshop." She didn't know what the PRT would say on this. It wasn't brought up in her briefing. A pretty glaring oversight given Pixel's teleportation technology. She wondered how far they would travel. Was Bit's workshop even located in New York?
Pixel casually tossed a glowing cube onto the floor, which expanded into a circular platform. "Shall we?" He held out an armored hand.
"Yes. Thank you, sir." It was easy to fall back into her public persona. A graceful young lady didn't act nervous. She placed her hand in his, and together they stepped onto the silver disk.
The next moment she was standing in a large room. A table occupied the center. Metallic arms extended from the ceiling above it. One wall had a large mirror across it that reflected an elevator door. The other two walls were filled with cabinets and shelves.
A pink and white girl that looked like she'd just come out of an old video game stood in front of them. "Hi! I'm Bit!" She waved her arm enthusiastically. "I'm so excited to meet you!"
"I'm glad to meet you to, Miss Bit." She wasn't sure 'Miss' was the correct term. Chantilly thought Bit was younger than she was. At the very least, she was shorter. It was extremely unlikely she was married, so technically 'Miss' was the correct term. It felt odd to try and speak formally to someone her junior.
"Go ahead an hop on the table!" A swarm of robots wearing yellow hats pointed at the central table. "I'm ready to start right away!"
Pixel cleared his throat. "Bit, we talked about this. We're going to explain precisely what we want to test with Chantilly before you do anything. Even then we're going to proceed slowly."
Chantilly felt better about the Tinker. Bit was friendly, but still... "Yes, I'd think I'd like to take things slowly."
"Slow, huh?" Bit tilted her head to the side. "Oh! I know!" She made a fist and slammed it into her palm. "Let's try a graft with some temporary flesh!"
"Temporary flesh?"
"Uh huh!" The little girl nodded. "Pixel can make this substance that behaves like flesh. He can also have it vanish." She put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest. "Grafting is simple and won't damage a large area. At the worse we just have to regenerate your... lace." She practically radiated confidence. "What do you say?"
She guessed it sounded okay? No. She had to project confidence. "That sounds suitable." She nodded. Should she follow up with a lady-like expression? "We will place ourselves in your talented hands." There. That seemed like the right amount of grateful and pretentiousness. She was supposed to try and make friends, but slipping into her public role was easier.
The next hour had her sitting in a chair while Bit cut and sewed. The cutting wasn't so bad. It felt odd when her lace was torn, but not as much as it should. She didn't know why she had an idea that wounds should hurt, but she did. It was as if she had a memory of physical pain buried somewhere deep inside.
Her body was made of layers of the frilly substance. After Bit removed the topmost, she slowly attached a rectangle made of tiny cubes. It felt... strange. A sensation that she couldn't remember experiencing, but felt maddeningly familiar.
She giggled.
"I'm sorry, does it tickle?" Bit asked. "I'm trying to connect the artificial nerves with your version of them." The surgeon turned to Pixel. "Can you numb her?"
Chantilly shook her head. "No!" She then bowed her head and lowered her voice. "I mean, the sensation is new, but not entirely unpleasant. Please continue."
"Really?" Bit's voice sounded like she was smiling. The same sort of mean smile the girls in her class wore. The medical Tinker slowly dragged a finger across the part of the 'skin' that was attached. "How does that feel?"
Chantilly suppressed a shudder. "Nice. Odd. It's like it's fifty times more sensitive to touch than my normal skin, but somehow it's not overwhelming."
The other girl clapped her hands and giggled. "Oh good! That's a great response." Behind them, Pixel cleared his throat. "I mean, do you want to continue? If it's too much, let me know."
"No, please continue."
The knife moved slowly as Barrow Lotus pulled it across her soon-to-be-sister's skin. The dense foliage and the thick trees muffled her screams. At the same time, the other Barrow Lotus whispered into her ears. She told her how nice it was in the Lost Garden, how they wanted for nothing, how Barrow provided them with everything they could ever wish for. If something wasn't here, then it wasn't worth having. That's why the outside world was so afraid of them.
The girl's lips parted, and a bloody froth spilled out. She tried to speak, but shuddered instead. She wasn't breathing anymore. Barrow Lotus frowned. It was too early, she still had time before she solidified herself. She let out a sigh. Even she had ways in which she could improve. With a mental choice, the copy of her holding the knife faded away.
All the actions her clone had done over the last minute faded too. Only the memory of them remained, but even those became less real and more dream-like.
The girl blinked. She remembered pain, torture and death. She also remembered Barrow Lotus helping her. Saying such sweet things. She didn't know what to think.
Barrow Lotus smiled. She'd help her come to the right conclusions. After all, she was Barrow's favorite. She wasn't useful in such an obvious and banal way as Rose, Venus, and Cactus. However, of all of Barrow's followers she was the most important. It was her power that let them keep the lies of the outside world at bay.
While I was working with Riley and Chantilly, I had my clone take a break from 'sparring' with Little Mac. I used the term despite it being a rather one-sided pummeling. The boxer was just too quick for me to really fight. Plus he was exactly as good as I was.
*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Physical) has increased 1 lvl.
On the other hand, his rapid fire punches were leveling my physical resistance like mad. Trying to keep up with him was also slowly raising my agility. I also got some more unarmed combat levels, but that was from him. I doubted my constant whiffing was contributing. I had initially planned on doing this until he couldn't raise my Damage Resistance(Physical) any more, but agility would also come in handy. I needed all of it I could get for when Jack shows up.
Speaking of which, I take a break to browse PHO. I needed to see if there was any news on the Slaughterhouse Nine.
To my surprise, there was. They had just attacked Dallas. I scratched my head.
Really?
Was Jack not making a beeline towards me? Did I fool him into thinking Riley was dead? His power should be giving him mixed signals on that front, so it's possible. He undoubtedly had recognized 'Killer'. PHO had labeled my clone the 'Last Butcher', and the Protectorate had stated that he'd been successfully captured and confined. Even if he couldn't get a lock on me, there was plenty of evidence that I was now in New York.
Did he not care? No, I wasn't that lucky.
Did he think I was dead? I suppose that's possible.
Did he think I was now part of an insane body-jumping collective? Maybe.
Did he not want to come to New York? Hopefully.
I wished I had more Thinker Perks.
At the very least, this meant more time until he could possibly show up. Really, it was great news! ...Well, not for the people living in Dallas.
[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer/Pixel)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: The Elite
Title: Orator (+50% to communication checks)
Level: 23 (7,500/23,000 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: 35
CON: 70
INT: 24
PER: 22
WIS: 20
CHA: 91
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 0
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 4
Inventory lvl 2
Party System
Transposition lvl 2
Multiplayer
Memories of ?
Unique Summons (6/8)
Riley's Zero Suit - 0 Str. 25 Dex. 10 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 1. Lucky Screen lvl 1. Observe lvl 2. Party. Malleable.
Met Factory - Str 40. Dex 20. Con 40. Inventory. Summoning lvl 4.
Gray Fox - Thief II Str 10. Dex 50. Con 20. Stealth. Teleportation lvl 3. Summoning lvl 2.
Boo - Str 20. Dex 85. Con 20. Observe. Teleportation lvl 1. Summoning lvl 4.
Little Mac - Str 80. Dex 140. Con 80. Unarmed Combat. Damage Resistance (Physical).
Dhalsim - Str 80. Dex 25. Con 60. Unarmed Combat. Damage Resistance (Gravity). Meditation. Malleable. Teleportation lvl 1.
Perks Selected (7/8):
Rapid Regeneration lvl 2
Summoning lvl 4
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
Ears of Babel
Skills:
Acting: 23
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics: 5
Biology: 11
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): 67 - 99.4%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 67
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 89 - 99.9495%
Parahuman Lore: 22
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 9 - 40%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Temporal): 26 - 95.7%
Stealth: 15
Unarmed Combat: 36
Video Games: 30
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]