*Defusing 2/5; 0/5; 0/5
I guess Riley took a look at Mr. Price's brain. Honestly? It makes me a little happy. At least he provided one last boon. Gamer's Mind has removed my anguish, but I still feel bad. More of a low-key sadness that my friend is gone rather than the crippling guilt I'd felt moments ago.
On the plus side, feeling anything is good. Better than after I murdered Barrow. It means I still have some shred of humanity, right?
I honestly don't know anymore.
At least I'm clear-headed. Since I'm not wallowing in my own feelings, I can look at things somewhat objectively. I'm now mainly worried about Riley's notifications. Some brother I am. She's obviously feeling guilty and that she let me down. I need to fix this.
Right. I had an idea that I hadn't had time for yet. Crafting leveled up by me obtaining blueprints. Tinkertech wasn't common. I was lucky to have gotten 50 so quickly. The benefits of being around two accomplished Tinkers. There was another way for me to get blueprints - a much easier way.
Food.
I'd been working on my cooking skills. Not much, just something to distract me from the studying I'd been doing. I'd gotten some recipes from what I'd made. Thus the path forward was clear.
Sample as many cuisines as possible.
Thankfully, we were in a huge city. If I was still in Brooke's Creek getting more than a dozen recipes would take some work. In New York the only real limitations were time and money. If it made Riley and I feel better, then it would be well worth it.
Three birds, one stone.
Kevin ► Riley, I'm sorry I left. I had to think for a little while.
Riley ► That's okay!
Riley ► I'm sorry I couldn't do anything! If you give me some more time, I'm sure I can fix it!
Kevin ► No. This isn't your fault.
Kevin ► I think we could both use a break. Let's spend the day being tourists.
Riley ► What? Really?
Kevin ► Yes. I think we should go on that restaurant tour. Anywhere that has food is fair game.
Kevin ► We can also go shopping or do things that don't involve food also.
Kevin ► I just want us to have a good time.
Riley ► !
Riley ► I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS!
Riley ► Give me a minute to get dressed!
...
*Due to obtaining 500 blueprints, your Crafting skill has gained a level!
*You may now combine (3) blueprints/levels of a power into one item.
...
The next day I was in the kitchenette.
[Chocolate Chip Cookie
Rapid Regeneration lvl 0.
Rank E]
Hmmm... my cooking skill had just barely gotten to the point where I could Craft simple things like this. What did Rapid Regeneration lvl 0 do? One way to find out.
I broke off a chunk. A chocolate cube crumbled off onto the plate. I examined the part in my hand before popping it into my mouth.
Nope. I didn't feel anything.
Hmmm...
Riley might. She has all sorts of biological modifications. I took my plate of cookies and went looking for her. I wonder if I should make bars in the future. They might look more natural than the pixelized ovals I had. The problem was that when combining Crafting recipes and powers there were dozens of attributes. For every one I increased, like appearance, points got taken away from the others, like Rapid Regeneration.
I'd even zeroed everything else out to try and get the regeneration effect higher. Hopefully it would be enough for Riley to notice.
She was vivisecting one of Blasto's creations. I'd accidentally mentioned her dissecting them before to her, but apparently that wasn't the correct term for when something was being cut open while still alive. I mean, she kinda was the authority on such a thing, so I'd adopted the word.
"Kevin!" She looked up from the... octopus? and skipped over to me. "What'cha got?"
"I made some cookies." I lowered the tray so she could see. "I tried to grant them a regeneration effect, but I'm not sure how they turned out."
"Oh! Let me try!"
"Sure thing."
Riley took one of the blocky objects, sniffed it, and then took a big bite.
**Riley is horrified.
**Riley is disgusted.
She slowly chewed and swallowed. "T-They're great big brother." Were her eyes watering? "That really hit the spot, but we should probably hold off on, uhm, testing them on ourselves." She let out a nervous twitter. "Hehehe, yeah, the barkopus can eat them! It could use some regeneration right now!"
Was the taste off? I hadn't noticed anything. Or was it the texture? I didn't know. They seemed fine to me. "Are you sure, they're cookies after all."
"Yep!" She grabbed the plate, made an incision, and dumped all of them directly into her victim's stomach. "There, now it won't have to taste, I mean, they'll work even quicker!"
I felt confused, and vaguely insulted.
Accord put down his pen exactly at 3 pm. While the clock in his office didn't chime on the hour, that would be too distracting, the soft click of the hour hand was unmistakable. Of course, he would've finished his latest plan at precisely 3 o'clock anyways. The ticking just helped soothe him.
At almost the same moment, Citrine opened his door. His most capable Ambassador was carrying a garment bag in one hand, and a yellow folder in the other. "Sir." She stood in front of his desk, nearly perfectly frozen. Not as perfect as Pixel's man had been. 'Blackbox', or Jagat, was as stiff and rigid as stone when he wasn't moving.
Ah, not everyone was perfect. He, himself, had to breathe also. At least Citrine's exhalations were soft and predictable. He nodded at his subordinate and she handed over the folder. Spacing - perfect. Font - perfect. Paper - high quality. The fibers were almost completely parallel, but not quite. It was so hard to find good suppliers. It seemed he was doomed to handle less than stellar parchment unless he saw to its creation himself.
He put the minor annoyance out of his head as he read the report. Citrine had been able to suppress Pixel's field. Underneath, the suit was just that. The report by his tailor said that it was a masterpiece. The dimensions precisely matched what he had provided.
Accord felt torn. On one hand, this made him happy. Such professionalism in service and goods was unheard of. He would be hard-pressed to craft such a suit in the same amount of time. On the other hand, he couldn't do any destructive tests on it. Whatever effect Pixel used had a limited duration, like all technology, Tinker or otherwise. He wouldn't subject such a work of art to any conditions that might prematurely damage it.
Oh? What was this? Citrine had outdone herself again. While the suit's effect was active, it behaved as if it had a Manton field?
He felt his mask shift on his face as his eyebrows rose. That wasn't the most useful of modifications. If you were being targeted by a parahuman, there were scant few scenarios that it would be beneficial. If someone was doing something to you that wouldn't harm you directly, not harming your clothing was more of a novelty. Unless they were using telekinesis on your clothes or something like that.
He almost let himself chuckle. If Pixel's field could do that, then he might be capable of providing garments that empowered their wearer in other ways. Accord wondered what he'd have to trade for something like that. From the interview Tanya Williams had given, Pixel hadn't budged when struck in her strongest form. Not only that, but he'd effortlessly severed her connection with her avatar. The Thinker understood why the PRT was so intrigued.
The rest of Citrine's report was predictable. No noticeable negative effects. As much as it irked him to let someone else wear his clothes, some precautions were unavoidable. Impervious to dust? Ah, no. Only resilient to it. Particles could stick, but seemed to fall away more easily. Well, he wasn't going to get it dirty in the first place.
Accord closed the folder and handed it back to his yellow-clad assistant. "Acceptable work, Citrine." He paused for a brief second. No reaction. Good. "Hang it on the coat rack."
"Yes, sir." The blonde pivoted and took graceful, measured steps in her high heels. After depositing her package, she turned back to him. "Will you require anything else?"
"Yes. Call Trickster and inform him that the suit was acceptable. Schedule a meeting with him. 10 minutes. I need his team's precise measurements, color choices, and any fashion preferences."
"Of course." She didn't turn and leave immediately.
"Is there anything else?"
"Sir, Coil called. He'd like to arrange a phone call with you."
"Put him on the schedule. Tomorrow should work." He looked at her. Her subtle head bow and relaxed posture indicated that she didn't have any more items that required his personal attention. "That will be all."
"Yes, sir."
9 days later...
Riley ► We finally got the liquid helium!
Riley ► Time for surgery! :D
I'd given Accord the last suit today. With Jagat and I had separate Inventories, so the Travelers had lived up to their names over this past week. Couriering clothes wasn't exactly glamorous, but since they were getting paid and some nice costumes out of the deal they were happy. With our business in Boston finished, they had some free time before the trek to Madison.
In theory, it wouldn't take long. Two days there, two days back.
I gave them some time off. Subtle was better than fast, so I wanted to learn everything that was publically known first. Riley had already provided Jagat and I with cryptobiosis powder/injections. It put people in a death-like state... okay, it killed them, but in a way that she could revive them with ease. It was what she'd done to herself, so it should work for smuggling some people out of the quarantine zone.
Part of me was worried about eventually having the Travelers gone. Would Jack come after me while they were away? Would if be better for them to be around when he did? I felt safer with Superior's cyborgs. They were human, so Jack might be vulnerable to them.
Of course, I still got notifications from regular humans. They weren't as frequent as with parahumans, but they were there. I have to assume the same is true with Jack. They obviously don't have Shards to relay information, but there were who knows how many powers that could gather that data on their own and funnel it back to Jack.
Regardless, I couldn't put off treating them out of fear of what might happen. Gamer's Mind was a crutch. Eventually, Riley would have to operate, and she needed examples. That meant that they'd have to go to Madison eventually.
Still, it wasn't like we could just drive up to the wall and teleport over. They were bound to have some sort of esoteric defenses. Knowing is half the battle.
Riley ► Are you free? I've been waiting for this FOOORRREEVVVEEERRR!
Kevin ► I'll be there in a moment.
I shouldn't get lost in my thoughts. I have a perk, ability points, and resistances to level up while Riley cracks open my skull. The liquid helium was one of the coldest substances on Earth. It would allow Riley to see my power at work. It was the only damage type I knew I could use for this. Well, a super-powerful laser or electric current should also work, but I had no idea where I could get a one of sufficient strength. Especially something that could be adjusted to hurt, but not destroy whatever limb it was focused on.
Liquid helium was only about 4 degrees above absolute zero. If that couldn't get me to 100%, nothing would. Thus, it should provide Riley with the most time.
I appeared in her lab. Riley waved to me. "I have everything set up!" She pointed at the table. "We'll put your legs and arms in containment cylinders. I can flood them with liquid helium if I need to, but we shouldn't have to use that much." She patted the operating area. "C'mon! Let's go!"
I laid down, and Riley quickly cut open my skull with a summoned knife. Once my brain is half out, she pauses.
Riley ► Should we do Charisma or a Perk first?
Riley ► I'm thinking the Perk, that's the biggest change, and the one that I don't want to miss out on.
Riley ► But! If you do Charisma first it might change your Perk selection.
Kevin ► Let's go with the Perk. Even if Charisma gives something amazing, I still couldn't select it.
Riley ► True, but it could be sooooo powerful that you want to pick it up as soon as possible.
I stopped to think about Riley's point. It was valid. The counter argument was Lost Garden. Some of the Perks I had would've been incredibly useful then. Debuff Control would theoretically have allowed me to resist the pollen. It would also provide a non-lethal take down. Momentum might have let me dodge long enough without teleporting so that victory would've been easy.
On the other hand, Momentum could take a long time to get going, and Debuff Control might have an absurd MP cost. There was also the fact that no stat increased its range. That could mean that it was set to something nice like line-of-sight, it could also mean it required touching the target.
I also already had the best debuff, Power Drain. That should stop most parahumans cold. It only had two weaknesses, the time I had to spend making the connection, and range. The later was much more restrictive. If I ever had to fight Legend, which might happen now that I'd failed the Cauldron quest, I'd need something that worked at range.
So Expansion it was.
It also had the benefit of working with every other Perk. Between it, teleportation, transposition, and summoning... I think I'm going to be a hard target to pin down.
Kevin ► We don't know how long the surgery can last. I tend to over-think things, and I don't want to drag them on if the 2nd Charisma Perk is that appetizing.
Kevin ► You wouldn't want to miss what might be your only opportunity to see me get a Perk, right?
Riley ► Yeah... You're right.
Riley ► Okay, then, here I go!
Riley ► Starting refrigeration cycle.
The metal containers around my limbs were already cold, and they started getting colder. From my understanding, I couldn't just pour liquid helium on myself. It would vaporise before it touched me, and the helium gas would then act as an insulator.
The solution Riley had come up with involved needles. I vetoed that, as it might just kill me outright. Instead we decided on lowering the temperature slowly using liquids that didn't get as cold. That meant that they wouldn't do as much damage, but they'd also form a smaller barrier.
Probably. For some reason the internet didn't provide an exact detailed account of what happened when you froze your arms and legs. Go figure.
-0 HP
-0 HP
-1 HP
Kevin ► I'm starting to take HP damage.
Riley ► Initiating plan: sacrificial leg.
This was the next step, and one I wasn't looking forward to. Taking small amounts of damage would work if the goal was to level my resistance. Unfortunately, the objective was to reduce my HP. Leveling resistance ran counter to that... so it was time for needles.
Needles that had now overridden my veto.
I barely felt it enter. I definitely felt the cold liquid entering my body. The resulting explosion also registered. A liquid turning to gas inside of me proved exceptionally damaging.
-3 HP
I was too sturdy to have my leg explode, so instead the rupture slowly expanded.
-7 HP
-9 HP
-72 HP
-194 HP
*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Physical) has increased 1 lvl.
Would you look at that? A way to level my physical resistance. All it took was having my legs explode.
-236 HP
*Due to endured injuries, your Resist(Physical) has increased 1 lvl.
-30 HP
*You have been inflicted with Frostbite.
I tried not to think about my notifications, or the bizarre sensations coming from my leg. Instead I prepared to make the mental selection.
Riley ► You're Breaker state is down. Adjusting levels.
Riley ► Wow, this is neat. I'm going to need to examine things closely before you make any changes.
Kevin ► Just don't pull me apart too much, I still need to be able to think during all off this.
Riley ► Please, who do you think you're talking to?
**Riley is offended.
Right. Don't upset the little girl that currently is poking into your brain... and who controls the needles.
Time seemed to stand still. Damage numbers kept coming, and I listed them to Riley. Cold Resistance was starting to increase. I guess the damage the expanding gas did to my leg could only amount for so much. Eventually she asked me to start making changes.
*Perk selected: Expansion
Riley ► This is so neat!
Riley ► Your Corona Pollentia and Gemma are both changing!
Riley ► I was expecting the Gemma, but that's it.
Riley ► Whatever your Shard is doing, it's not a Second Trigger.
Riley ► (giggles) Which makes sense. For you it'd be what? Your tenth?
Riley ► What's your resistance at?
Kevin ► 53
Riley ► Shoot, it's going up quicker than I'd hoped.
Riley ► Let's do the charisma. One point at a time.
I added a point to my Cha. Then, when Riley prompted me, I added another.
**Riley is worried.
Well... that's not a good thing.
Kevin ► Should I keep going?
Riley ► Yes.
Another point went to Cha. Again and again.
**Riley is concerned.
**Riley is sad.
Yeah. Not liking those notifications.
Kevin ► Should I add the last one? Go to 100?
Riley ► Yes.
The one word response wasn't filling me with a lot of confidence, but I went ahead with the plan.
*New Perk Available: Tongue of Babel
[Tongue of Babel
Any communication you can understand you can respond to. Costs MP. Requires Ears of Babel. Unlocks other Cha perks.]
That... had possibilities. I wasn't sure what talking to radio waves would do beside allow me to not have a phone. There was another communication that I was interested in - the one I'd just gotten. Could I talk with my Shard? With Riley's? Could this be the key to completing 'What Can Change The Nature of a Shard'?
All that aside, I was worried about Riley. Or rather, I was worried about whatever Riley was worried about. We only had a short window for this, and I didn't want to distract her. So I said nothing.
Riley ► Time for the spores!
Kevin ► I've lost two legs and a hand. My skull is in two pieces. My brain is outside my body.
Kevin ► Why do I have to paralyze myself too?
Riley ► Because Barrow is dead. His spores won't last long outside of your inventory.
Riley ► Time's a wastin'! Chop, chop!
Kevin ► Yes ma'am.
Riley ► (giggles)
**Riley is slightly worried.
Well, at least I cheered her up some. I un-Inventoried a spore in my mouth - which I was having a hard time controlling at the moment.
*You suffer 1 point of strength damage!
Kevin ► I think I see a flaw in our plan. I need to heal from the strength damage to gain any resistance.
Riley ► Oh. Right.
Riley ► I feel silly now!
Riley ► Let me know when it does increase. Your gemma is already shifting slightly because of the cold resistance.
*Pain Resistance has gained +1.
Yeah, this stings a little...
...
"All done!" Riley patted me on the head. "Now for your arms and legs... Hmmmm... It's too bad I used all the ones you donated for clothing. Otherwise I could just reattach them."
I summoned a copy of myself to control. "I'll heal up in a few days. If I can regrow an arm overnight, then I can recover from this soon enough."
She looked away from my body and up at the summons I was currently piloting. "Good point! Besides, we'd just have to chop them off for crafting materials eventually. Kinda makes the whole attaching process redundant."
"Yeah." Except for me being able to walk around. Eh, the drain of one human-sized summon wasn't much compared to before. Honestly, I could probably do this more often - the remote control clone, not the chopping off of my arms and legs.
**Riley is determined.
I glanced down at my little sister. Her smiled vanished, replaced with a look of seriousness. "Kevin." She locked eyes with me. "I don't want you to level your mental stats by hand ever again."
I blinked. "Why?"
"Your gemma is unlike any other parahuman's I've seen. It's spread out all over your brain... and it's making changes."
"What?"
"The neurons that make you, well you... they're wrong."
"Wrong how?"
"Like they've been copied. The same pattern repeating itself over and over. I saw it replicate again when you raised your Charisma." I was speechless. "You said that when you gained mental stats before it was like a flash of insight that stayed."
I nodded. "That's right."
"Well, I think your power takes what's currently happening and solidifies it, for lack of a better word."
"I think you're correct, but I don't see an issue."
She sighed. "The problem is that when you increase it without a change it uses what's already there. This is more pronounced when you do it in large chunks." She turned away and started pacing back and forth. "It's like behavioral conditioning. You do something your Shard likes, or thinks is an improvement, and it reinforces that."
"That makes sense. If it was making me smarter, it either had to do that or, I dunno, cram information into my mind or off load the thinking or something."
"Exactly."
"I don't understand. Why don't you want me to raise them any more?"
**Riley feels guilty.
"Do you remember all the times you've raised Charisma naturally?"
"Well, no."
"You remember some, right? You've told me about them."
I nodded. "Yeah, I remember a lot, I just don't know if I remember them all."
She stopped and turned to face me. "The ones you mentioned to me were all the result of you doing things for me." Her next words came out as a whisper. "Raising Charisma by hand... copied all those changes. I think... I think you're Mastering yourself."
I kneeled down in front of her. "Don't be silly. People change."
Riley shook her head. "Not like this. This wouldn't happen to a regular human." She glanced down and to the side. "This is your Shard manipulating you. Like Jack had mine do to me..."
**Riley is sad.
I wanted to deny her logic, but ironically I felt that would just upset her. Had I really changed so much? I was just a pawn of my Shard? "Alright. Let's say you're right. What do we do?"
She raised her head. "I don't know!
"Okay then, let's think about it. Suppose my feelings toward you are a result of my power. Our brains are constantly changing right?"
"Uh-huh."
"So we just have to make new memories and emotions. I'll abstain from using my power to raise my mental stats." Or at least not spend ability points on them, not much I can do about free increases. "In the meantime we just have to live our lives."
"Uh-huh."
"We'll do things we like, and things we don't. Good memories and bad. That should work, right?"
"I guess."
She didn't sound convinced, but neither was I. I mean, she'd dismissed my concerns about me Mastering her, but what if my power was Mastering us both? What could we even do, except live with it?
I pulled her into a hug. "Second guessing ourselves won't help. We'll just take things one day at a time."
Despite my reading, I still couldn't get a psychology skill. I'd been trying to get it to help with Riley's ongoing issues. However, there was one... argument? Thought experiment? View point? That I thought might help.
"Have you heard of the 'Ship of Theseus'?" She shook her head as I moved back to look at her. "Suppose you have a ship, an old wooden one. You use it everyday and it starts getting worn out. Pieces break. The mast. The sails. The hull. Bit by bit, things wear out and in their place a new part is installed."
"Okay..."
"After years of this, nothing, not one single nail on the ship is from the original. If you looked at one then the other, you would say that they weren't the same boat. Similar designs, but different." I paused. "However, are they really? If they're different, at what point did it become so?"
Riley's eyes glazed over. "Well... if it was a human and not a boat, and I modified them a little at a time..." She shook her head. "No, that all comes down to the brain. Boats don't have that!" She frowned at me.
"Alright, then let's update the idea. You said my power was conditioning me, like Pavlov and his dogs."
"Or Jack."
"Or Jack." I took a deep breath. "There's one major difference."
**Riley is hopeful.
"What's that?"
"Jack introduced foreign elements - thoughts, emotions. My Shard isn't doing that. Sure, it's making changes, but the basis for those changes are my own actions." How to put this? Ah! "Let's take two extreme examples." I summoned a malleable white board and began adjusting it's color. A figure of a little girl appeared on the left and the right.
"Hey! That's me!"
I nodded. "So let's look at possibilities. We'll call the one on the left Riley-A and the one of the right Riley-B." I had lines extend from Riley-A. "If you were free of any influence, there are endless possibilities of what could have happened." The lines grew and split, forking repeatedly. When they got to the middle I made multiple figures, each slightly different. "With each choice, your life could have changed. The bigger the choice, the bigger the change."
"That makes sense. Why are they only on the bottom half?"
"Because of this." I drew symmetrical lines from Riley-B. "Now let's introduce Jack."
**Riley is angry.
"Boo!"
A stick figure appeared next to Riley-B. "With Jack around, Riley-B made different choices." The previous lines faded to a light gray, and new lines branched away from them, towards the top. "If Jack wasn't around, Riley-B could still make some of the same choices that Riley-A did." I had the lines branch out. Some of them met up with the figures in the center, but some didn't. "But Jack didn't allow that." All the lines but one faded. A single path extended from Riley-B to the center. There I drew a little girl in a blue dress with her hair in curls.
"Bonesaw." Riley muttered.
"Exactly." I summoned a 2nd board. "Now let's look at Kevin-A and Kevin-B." Figures and lines appeared on the new board, just like the first one. "The difference is that some path's are closed, but no new paths are made." I had about half the lines fade.
**Riley is curious.
"So, your Shard is influencing you, but only with what you might already have done."
I nodded. "Exactly. I'm not saying there's that big of a chance of me ending up the same without my Shard, but it exists." I had to choose my next words carefully. "Before I met you, I never thought about having a sister. Honestly, my brother was bad enough."
**Riley is upset.
"So you wouldn't have wanted to be my brother?"
"At first." I highlighted a line from Kevin-A in green. "But if I met you, I think I would've liked you." The new color spread along a path. "If you saved my life with an operation, or that of a friend." The line mirrored one of the darker paths from Kevin-B. "Or if you were my distant relative, and you had to stay with us." The green and black lines swirled around a central figure. "I'm sure I would've grown to love you."
I looked down from my board to meet Riley's stare. Her lip was trembling, and her eyes glistened with tears. "I love you too, big brother!" She leaned forward and hugged me. "I'm glad your Shard helped bring us together."
I patted her on her back. "I am too."
[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: 5
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: 36
CON: 70
INT: 24
PER: 22
WIS: 20
CHA: 100
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 1
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 (9/9):
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 3 (Analysis, Surgery, Gourmet)
Expansion
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Ears of Babel
Tongue of Babel
Skills:
Acting: 27
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics:13
Biology: 20
Computers: 12
Cooking: 10
Craft (Armor) 1
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Cold): 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): 75 - 99.8%
Damage Resistance (Magnetism): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 69 - 99.5%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 69
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 90 - 99.955%
Parahuman Lore: 27
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 19 - 95%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Str Damage): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Temporal): 26 - 95.7%
Stealth: 35
Unarmed Combat: 47
Video Games: 31
Ongoing Quests:
Best Served Cold
Scion
A Hero's Legacy
Defusing 2/5 0/5 0/5
What Can Change The Nature of a Shard?
Heartbroken
Shackles
Humanity First
Martyred
Debuffs:
Physical Deformity x4
Frostbite X49
Chilled x28
Frozen x13]
