Krouse ► Accord will see you at precisely 3:00.
Jagat ► Does that mean that I should arrive in his lobby at exactly 3, or that I should walk through his office doors?
Krouse ► The latter. I also don't recommend teleporting directly into his office at 3. Whatever points you'd get for punctuality would be ruined by the perceived ambush.
Jagat ► Understood.

Trickster had gone back to arrange my arrival. His warning wasn't needed. I couldn't teleport into an unknown location. Well, I could as my real-self had discovered last night, but I didn't want to risk it. I didn't know what would happen if I tried to appear inside a solid object, and I wasn't in any hurry to find out. Despite Riley's assurances, I didn't feel like testing if powers would let me hurt myself. Instead, I'd have to arrive in the 1st floor lobby.

Thankfully, Accord had glass doors, which would allow my spies to show the area on my mini-map. I'd already had a Gnome Thief plant a few cameras around town during our first week here. I glanced at the laptop's clock. 2:25. I had time. I figured 15 minutes early would be enough time to talk to the people in the lobby before going up and talking to his personal secretary.

Time to get into character. I summoned a pitch black suit of armor around me. Hmmmm... nice, but I can do better. I stretched it until the outside was much larger and bulkier than before. There. If my regular costume looked retro, this looked more like something ancient. I had one huge cube for a head, one for my body, two each for my arms and legs, and one for each hand and foot. I raised my arm and looked at it. Still some smaller pixels at the corners. They were barely visible when I moved.

I nodded to myself. This would work. Accord was a Thinker. In theory, my field should protect me, but no point in relying on that. This look was similar to Pixel's, but distinct. There was obviously some kind of connection, I couldn't avoid that. If nothing else, Jagat had the same Lucky Perks that I did. So instead of denying it and showing up as my Brute self, I'd just hide as much information about myself as possible.

Also, Accord should appreciate it.

Krouse said EVERYTHING in his office was at 90 degree angles. If he liked order so much, then my Shard would be right up his alley. 90 degree angles. Perfect cubes. A level of precision that could only be accomplished with powers.

Still, I could do better.

Yes. A complete void for my entrance/exit, but another costume for speaking. Krouse said he wore a suit, so I'd mimic that. I'll leave the solid block around my head and hands, but have the rest of my outfit become much higher res.

I practice some, but I'll make the actual suit when I speak with him. I'll play off his colors. For all I knew, he might think a pinstripe suit was the height of fashion, or he might think of it as an abomination. Same for color - both of the suit and the tie.

No. Best to avoid anything that might upset him. Provoking him wouldn't end well.

Of course, this could also be a trap. Even if he could disable my teleportation and manage to subdue me, Jagat was a clone. If Little Mac's death's rules held, I'd be out some exp and have to wait on a respawn. Not too bad, but it would leave the Travelers without their suits.

2:44

Oops! Time to go. I'm sure there will be cameras. Best to arrive at 2:45 on the dot...

There!

The next second I was in the lobby. My MP ticked back up quickly. Noelle had let me drain her for the meeting, just in case. That was nice, since I didn't want to be distracted by meditating.

**Debrah is surprised.

The woman at the desk looked up as I appeared. If it wasn't for my notification, I never would have guessed that my sudden appearance startled her in the slightest. "Hello. May I ask why you're here?" Her voice was perfectly calm.

"I have an appointment to speak with Accord."

"I see, mister...?"

"You can call me 'Blackbox'. I am the person who hired the Travelers."

"Ah, yes." She typed on a keyboard. "If you would please enter the elevator." There was a faint 'ding' as one of the five elevator opened.

"Very well." I walked to the enclosed space. Once inside, I held my arms down at my sides and stood perfectly still. The elevator was very nice. It reminded me of the one the Elite had installed in the clinic. I wondered if they shared a contractor.

The doors opened to a large room. A different woman at a desk sat right in front of me. She looked up. "He'll be a few minutes."

"Of course."

"Would you like to sit?"

I decided not to shake my head. Who knew how it would be interpreted. "No, I'll stand." She hadn't been surprised at my appearance. Either she was unflappable, or she'd seen me in the multiple cameras I could sense watching me. I'd bet on the latter.

We waited in silence until the secretary glanced down. "Accord will see you now, Blackbox."

She opened the door for me. Accord was a few feet away, already walking forwards. He held out his hand. "Blackbox?"

**Accord is surprised.
**Accord is pleased.
**Accord is excited.

He wore a pure white suit that didn't have a speck of dirt on it. While he was shorter than me, barely five foot, he held himself with an aura of confidence. His wood and silver mask shifted as I took his hand in mine. The Thinker's eyes were locked on the black cube that now seemed to envelop his hand.

**Accord is happy.

I took the opportunity to Observe him, while hoping I wouldn't find out anything new that could get me killed.

[Greggory Murray (Accord)
Analysis

Gender: Male
Age: 46
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: Ambassadors, Cauldron
Origin: ?

Greggory Murray was always a bit of a handful. A bright boy born in rural Oklahoma. He studied hard, made excellent grades, and eventually got into Yale. He majored in statistics and graduated with honors.

His greatest failure was his personal life. Greg, as no one was allowed to call him, couldn't stand other people. Humans were fine in the abstract, but in practice they all were found lacking. Greggory set impossible standards for both himself and others. Still, none of this bothered him. He was an island of order in an ocean of chaos.

He got a research grant to study the state of the world, and the Endbringer's impact in particular. This let him have access to information that was classified. The government thought that people would panic if they knew the truth. Belatedly, Greggory had to agree with them, as he did indeed panic. He knew numbers. He understood trends. He was a realist, and he now knew the Earth was doomed.

Greggory Triggered.

He first thought his new power was a blessing. It let him solve any problem. He became a member of WEDGDG, an organization of Thinkers that try to protect society. As always, it was people who were the problem. Accord devised his most elegant plan to date. One that would feed the world. His supervisor barely glanced at it before telling him to get back to work.

Accord made another plan. If he couldn't convince his boss, he'd implement it himself. Of course that would take money, which he promptly started to embezzle. Unfortunately, his plan didn't take his fellow Thinkers into account, and he was arrested. He barely spent a day in jail before his backup plan triggered and freed him.

On the run, Accord sought other governmental aid. He sent his plans to everyone in power. No one replied. It was maddening enough that he nearly Triggered again.

He revised his plans, yet again. His new one was even more slow and methodical. He sought to amass the wealth and power he needed. It was at this time that Cauldron introduced themselves. The vials the provided were only the first step. More importantly, they introduced him to an ally that managed to meet his strict standards - Detente.

Together, the formed the Clockwork Dogs and participated in the Boston Games. The massive void in the Boston underground drew challengers from across the country, but in the end the Clockwork Dogs stood triumphant. He now sells his plans as he continues to gather wealth, connections, and power. His Ambassadors are held to the strictest standards. Standards that only Detente had been able to match before.

Accord's power gives him estimates and information about any task he sets his mind to. The harder the task, the more efficient he becomes. This lets him make plans of excruciating detail that account for nearly every possibility.

Debuffs:
Driven to Conflict
Memory Loss
Obsession ('Order') - Severe
Perfectionism - Severe
Conflict Spike - Shard Based/Suppressed]

"Come." He gestured towards his office. "Sit."

I Observed the chair.

[Wooden Chair

Rank A]

So just a nice chair. A very nice chair. "Before I do." I paused as the doors closed behind me. "I would like to alter my appearance."

**Accord is disappointed.

"And you don't wish to alarm me." His mask's smile vanished. "By all means, go ahead. I can ensure you that this room is private."

"That wasn't my concern." Danger Sense told me that the only observer I currently had was Accord. "This appearance is useful for obscuring details, that is true, but my desire is to dress more appropriately for such a meeting."

**Accord is curious.

One silver eyebrow raised up. "Then by all means, go ahead."

I morphed my armor. While I left the black squares around my head and hands, everything else changed. Accord was dressed in white with a black tie, so I mirrored him. A pixelized black suit with a white tie. This time, I tried to make the resolution as good as possible. As a final touch, I had my character freeze. No movement, not even breathing, unless I was actively doing something.

**Accord is surprised.
**Accord is thrilled.
**Accord is excited.
**Accord is ecstatic.
**Accord is stunned.
**Accord is speechless.

Accord's mask froze. I took the time to move to the indicated chair and sit. As my impressive weight settled in, the chair seemed to come alive underneath me. Wooden panels shifted and adjusted to my size. I couldn't feel anything through my armor, but I got the sense that I was being perfectly supported.

"I must say." Accord swallowed. "That is a marvelous outfit."

"Thank you." I nodded my head. "Perhaps I can have my Tinker associate craft some for you?" I let my voice reflect my smile. "For a reasonable fee, of course."

**Accord is eager.

"Of course."

I brought the black box that was my hand up to the one that was my head. "I make no promises, and I do not think he would part with the feature blocking tech." I gestured to my body. "Clothing on the other hand should be a simple matter."

**Accord is happy.

"I see." He nodded. "Such an outfit would be quite the fashion statement." He paused. "I must admit to some surprise. I was almost sure that you yourself were a Tinker."

"Alas, I am but a simple Brute. However, I do have some good friends."

"I see. Would I be correct in assuming that the Tinker who made your outfit is the one that you will be delivering Blasto's equipment to?"

I nodded. "That is correct."

Accord's mask shifted into a smile again. "In that case, I see no issue with allowing your team to do as you please, just as long as Blasto is the only one who suffers. No involving civilians or the Protectorate if possible."

"Agreed."

**Accord is eager.

"Now for the outfits, would ten thousand dollars a piece be acceptable?" His mask frowned. "Or am I being too modest?"

I chuckled. "How about we pay for costumes with costumes? I hear that you are well known for your skill in designing an crafting such things."

He nodded. "I am."

"Then provide the Travelers with seven costumes, and I shall do the same for you."

**Accord is suspicious.

"That's all? Why does your Tinker friend not just craft them himself?"

"It is a matter of image." I shook my head. "The Travelers are villains. It would not do to have my ally associated with them so publicly."

**Accord is happy.

"But that's not the case for me?"

"Of course not. The order you bring is to be celebrated." I wasn't above using his bio to get a leg up. "You won't be lowering yourself to participate in fights unless it's absolutely necessary."

Accord chuckled. "Yes. This is true." He stood up. "Very well. The Travelers may do as they please. You may tell Trickster that I will waive my fee so long as they are sufficiently subtle. We may exchange costumes at a later time. Please tell them to arrange to speak with me so I can design costumes that match their preferences."

I nodded. "Of course. May I get your measurements from your secretary?"

"Of course."

*Reaching an Accord complete! +5,000 Exp; +100 reputation with Accord; +100 reputation with the Ambassadors

I shifted back to my 'Blackbox' outfit and let myself out. The secretary handed me a slip of paper before I entered the elevator. On the ride down I worried. Was I now Mastering Accord? Could I Master an entire organization? The whole 'Jack was Mastering' people argument felt flat now. Sure, Jack was an irredeemable psycho, but he wasn't Heartbreaker. He was quite obviously worse, but he wasn't able to turn off his power.

Great. Now I have to worry about becoming the next Jack Slash. Riley might be fine with it, but she was... odd. She also got to take a break from it every night. I wished I could see the exact reputation values. It would ease my mind a lot if they degraded with time or something.

I also hope that Riley's dress experiment goes well. Otherwise I'm going to have to ask the Elite to provide me with some Tinkertech clothes.


"Phooey!" Riley pouted. "I don't see what's wrong! I have a blueprint and the materials!"

I refrained from commenting. It was clear Riley had no talent in drawing. I think her cute fixation was working against her. I was no artist, but the pieces of paper would look perfectly at home on the door of a sitcom's refrigerator. Even then, they would have to have a three year old as a character or something. "Sorry. I guess my power just doesn't work that way."

**Riley is frustrated.

The black-haired little girl crossed her arms and began to pace back and forth. "So if I'm going to get a dress, you'll just have to summon one." She shook her head. "No, that's no good. I can't very well have an extensive wardrobe if you have to pay an upkeep." That, and I couldn't keep my end of the deal with Accord, but I hadn't told her that yet.

"There might be a Tinker who specializes in clothing. If I can get a look at any designs, I can copy them." Pixelized, of course, but that was now a feature.

"Yeah, you need an existing..." A smile slowly came across Riley's face.

**Riley is excited.

Uh oh. I have a bad feeling about this.

"We can just make edible clothes! You can get blueprints from food right?"

Oh good. Not what I was expecting, but I'll go along with it. "I haven't tried it yet, but probably."

"Hmmmm..." She brought her hand to her lips and bit down on her thumb. "No. Food goes bad." Her eyes suddenly lit up. "I got it!"

**Riley is excited.

"What?" I asked with a faint sense of dread.

"I'll make a living dress!" She beamed up at me. "Leather is just dead flesh! All I have to do is inject some adrenaline and blood and some other stuff!" She picked up her notepad and began scribbling. "The veins can be the seams."

I slowly backed away as she began to go into greater detail. It was imperative that I didn't say anything and inadvertently give her any other ideas. Like hooking it up to a brain and having it block for you. Or a jacket made out of blood. Or assassin clothes that play possum until they get a kill command.

Nope. I'm out. I can hide out at the clinic until this blows over.


Krouse ► Everyone ready?

A chorus of affirmative responses came from the rest of the Travelers. Noelle, Jess and Oliver were with Jagat in the front of the moving truck they'd rented, while everyone else took their positions. Despite being away from the action, their employer had an important role to play. He was currently draining Noelle and Oliver to enhance his powers.

The revelation that his power nullification operated in that fashion had caused Krouse to panic for a moment. Thankfully, Jagat's costume helped him quash any Simurgh-implanted thoughts.

Jagat ► North-West corner. No equipment or creatures within 5 feet.
Sundancer ► Roger that.

The blazing orb vaporised the warehouse's wall, giving them an entrance.

Jagat ► The small grey things aren't sapient. Kill them if you have to, but alive is better.
Ballistic ► Copy that.

Krouse looked down from his vantage point. The back of the truck was in full view, having been tilted upwards for that exact reason. He still didn't have line of sight to the inside of Blasto's lair.

Krouse ► What about the area above the hole? Is that safe to burn?
Jagat ► Yes. The roof is too, if you can destroy it without leaving any rubble.
Sundancer ► You know it!

Krouse had to squint as Marissa's sun made quick work of the top of the building. Small gnomes appeared and draped red blankets over the fires that had broken out.

Krouse ► Medium.

In response to his message, a two foot black cube appeared in the back of the truck. He latched onto it with his power, drew in some air, and swapped it with a greenling.

Krouse ► Make the mediums about 10% bigger. 4 more.
Jagat ► On it.

Monster after monster was placed in the cells Jagat had constructed. Green spheres with stubby arms and legs. An octopus covered in bark. Small, multi-colored mushrooms. A dog the size of a sofa that appeared to have been created from moss. Ballistic wounded any that approached, while Perdition reverted them before they went into the cages. Sundancer's orb of fire did a great job of keeping most of them at bay.

Perdition ► Blasto just ran out the back.
Jagat ► I see him. Let him go. If he comes back I'll know. Some pedestrians to the South.
Genesis ► I'll scare them away.
Jagat ► Try to grab their phones if possible.

Krouse shook his head as he requested more blocks. Jagat's Thinker power really was unfair. Jess could see through her projections, but she couldn't field the dozens that their employer could. It was like he had eyes on everything. When Krouse had grabbed all the machines and creatures in sight, Marrissa made the hole bigger.

Jagat ► Stop! That dryad woman is sapient. Krouse, Blasto is 3 blocks to the North. I've made a bright red box. Swap her with it.
Krouse ► Gotcha.

The plant woman was rushing forward one second, and on top of a building the next.

Jagat ► Good job. Looks like the Protectorate is sending some heroes. ETA 6 mins. PRT reinforcements half an hour out.

It took them 3 more to finish collecting the rest of the Tinker's lab. It seemed a bit cruel to steal everything Blasto had except for what he took with him and one ally. Krouse was still pleased with the outcome. They were long gone before anyone showed up. The only loss of property was Blasto's warehouse. Nobody would suspect that this had been a heist instead of an attack.


I kept an eye on my mini-map as we drove away. My Gnome Ninjas had scattered cameras all over the area. Only one in five had enhanced sight and Observe. Those cost-cutting measures allowed me to canvas a large radius, with the MP I was getting from Noelle and Oliver.

The plan Krouse and I had come up with worked perfectly. I could summon blocks before hand and store them in my Inventory. Releasing them for Trickster to exchange with stolen goods and creatures was simple. I could've made gnome or such to make the exchange even more one-sided, but Blasto's creations weren't that big of a threat. Plus, I wanted to keep the 'Blackbox' thing going for when word of this got to Accord. Sure, he probably thought I was Pixel, or at least an associate, but I wanted plausible deniability.

Not that there should be any witnesses. Blasto made a decent business in selling enhanced drugs, but he kept his workshop away from everything. Not that it was hard for my ninjas to follow the source over the past week. The bio-Tinker had 2 more labs that I knew of, but both were a third of the size of this one. They also seemed to be focused on drugs, while this was his main workshop.

I was also betting he had more hidden stashes, but this haul was plenty. Our goal was to get his tech, not to ruin him. Plus the truck was nearly bursting as is.

Between my mini-map and Jess's projection, there shouldn't be any witnesses aside from Blasto and the tree-lady. My main worry were the Gnome Ninjas. Sure, they were stealthy, but they also screamed 'Pixel'. Honestly, I should've made up some excuse and came to Boston. Then any accidental sightings could've been hand-waved away. Of course, that would also make me a possible suspect, so perhaps it was for the best.

"There's a traffic jam up ahead in 3 blocks." I told Oliver. "Take the next right."

The greenling's cell granted them Gamer's Mind to suppress their 'Maker's Control - Low' debuff they had. The calming effect it provided worked well on the grown creatures. The 2nd cell was full of his equipment. Not the most advanced looking stuff I'd ever seen. Blasto obviously had put it together over who knows how long.

At least I had proof that he didn't know who'd hit him. There wasn't any reputation losses for Blasto.


[Energy Cannon (Grafted)

100 MP
Biology 15
Computers 35
Computer Material (Rank B+) x 3.]

*Due to obtaining 50 blueprints, your Crafting skill has gained a level!
*You may now combine (2) blueprints/levels of a power into one item.

Between Riley, Blasto, and now Superior's work, I had access to a lot of blueprints. A lot of blueprints that I wasn't capable of reproducing yet. That aside, I might've dismissed Superior's guards as being weaker than they actually are. Rank B+ materials? The only items I'd seen with Rank B were Tinkertech themselves. I was now curious as to what they could do, and if I could grind any resistances with them.

After all, New York was home to Legend. It wasn't that far-fetched to imagine that was where Superior got her inspiration from.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?" The cyborg... man? responded. I Observed him. Yep, his name was Yackov Bondar, and he was a man.

"I have some new suits I'd like to stress test." I motioned to his shoulder mounted cannon. "Could you provide some firepower?""

**Yackov is surprised.
**Yackov is reluctant.

"I don't want to cause any damage, sir."

"Nonsense." I patted him on the other shoulder. "I'll put some shielding behind them." I let a smile creep into my voice. "If it will make you happy, we can start with the lowest setting. I'm assuming that you can adjust the output."

**Yackov is proud.

"Of course I can, sir!" He straighted his back and spread his shoulders. "Superior's Tech is superior!"

"Good!"

With that settled, we went to one of my workspaces. It was still mostly empty. I'd requested various mundane items to grind skills with/consume for Crafting, but they didn't take up that much space. At the back of the room, facing south just in case, I summoned 5/6ths of a room with only Str/Con. Then I summoned another layer with physical resistance. Layer after layer with a different resistance piled on until I was satisfied. I then summoned a copy of my armor without any resistances.

**Yackov is impressed.

The man plugged a cable into one of the multiple outlets that occurred every few feet. "I'm ready, sir."

I motioned towards the suit. "Let's begin."

After some testing, I figured out some things. First, at full power Superior's energy cannon could do about 200 HP damage every second. It would have been enough to vaporise the resistance-less suit. Impressive, but its capacitor could only allow a 5 second beam before needing to recharge for several minutes. Yackov said he could overload it in an emergency. I wasn't sure what the result of that would be, and I didn't want to ruin one of my guard's pieces of equipment.

Second, he could modulate the beam. It did light/heat damage, but he could alter the ratio. I transposed myself with one of the targets to grind some levels in light damage resistance. I wanted to ask Superior for some other weapons. She probably had a few exotic ones that I could use. Unfortunately, while I was an ally of the Elite, I wasn't a member. I didn't think she'd willingly strengthen me for free.

Of course, all I needed was a glance. Once I got some actual tech of my own, I could ask her to collaborate on something. As long as I gave something of value, she'd probably agree.

Hours later, I returned to the base. Riley was humming as she sewed something together. It might've been cute if not for the bloodstains everywhere. Still, the half that was finished looked... normal. Disturbingly normal given the half that she was currently working on.

"Oh good! You're back!" Riley smiled at me. "What did you do at the clinic?"

**Riley is happy.

"I got some more blueprints from Superior's cyborgs. Crafting leveled up."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, now I can combine blueprints and powers."

"Ah, like how you could with summons."

"That's right." I looked at the fashion monstrosity Riley was bringing to life. "Do you need any help?"

"Hmmmm..." She hummed to herself. "Oh! A fake Riley would be nice!"

"What?" My armor finally dispersed and I stretched.

Riley pointed at the bloodstains on her costume. "I keep getting messy trying it on. I need a mannequin."

I blinked. "Is that all?" A pixelized approximation of Riley appeared. "You know what measurements mean right?"

"Duh!" She giggled as she draped the soon-to-be dress over the featureless doll.

"I was thinking that I could use your help to get an Accord mannequin so I can be certain the suits fit."

She shook her head. "You should get a suit from a professional tailor. Then make a mannequin to match." She looked up from her work and smiled at me. "We can make a day of it!"

"Well, I do need to get more blueprints. It shouldn't be too difficult with gourmet."

Riley's eyes sparkled in a way that couldn't be natural. In fact... she'd been gathering Barrow's glitter before it wilted. She wouldn't have used it as a guide to make her own eyes sparkle...

Darn it.

"Oh, a restaurant tour!" She hopped while clapping, which splattered blood everywhere. "Can we go tomorrow?"

I wanted Jagat and the Travelers to get out of Boston with Blasto's stuff before it began to wilt or die or grow or something. After that, they'd need to return to get their costumes from Accord, but I had to make his suits before then... "Some time this week." I smiled at her. I could always grind my skills at night.

[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer/Pixel/Jagat)
The Gamer

Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: The Elite
Title: Orator (+50% to communication checks)
Level: 25 (19,500/25,000 Exp)
Mover: 8
Shaker: 2
Brute: 5
Breaker: 10
Master: 5
Tinker: 1
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: 10

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 (8/9):
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
Crafting lvl 2 (Analysis, Surgery, Gourmet)

Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Ears of Babel
Expansion

Skills:
Acting: 25
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics: 7
Biology: 14
Computers: 3
Cooking: 4
Craft (Armor) 1
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Cold): 4 - 20%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Electricity): 65 - 99.3%
Damage Resistance (Gravity): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Heat): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Light): 75 - 99.8%
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: 23
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 9 - 40%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Str Damage): 1 - 5%*
Resistance (Temporal): 26 - 95.7%
Stealth: 22
Unarmed Combat: 39
Video Games: 30

Ongoing Quests:
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
Shackles
Humanity First
Martyred

Debuffs:
None]