As everyone else paid attention to Skidmark and his crew's antics, Lisa instead focused on Faultline's other members. Newter was bright blue with orange hair instead of orange with blue hair.
Not a second Trigger. Related to his power. An improvement. Better control.
Gregor looked different as well. The obese man was still covered in shells. In fact, he had more of them than she remembered. The skin underneath them was... normal looking.
Not a second Trigger. Related to his power. No improvement. Cosmetic.
Her mind immediately went to the only known cape to cure a Case 53. Bit. Tattletale focused hard and shut down her power. She'd previously tried to glean some insight from the news reports about Pixel and his sidekick, and all she'd gotten was a crazed conspiracy theory that Pixel used nanobots to heal people, which also let him control their nervous systems, while Bit actually had temporal powers and was restoring the bodies of capes with strange Triggers to how they were before hand.
When confronted with counter-examples, her power had doubled-down and started pulling in explanations that became more and more involved. She really wished Pixel would leave Brockton Bay. It was hard to keep out the insights she usually relied on. Turning her power 'off' was difficult, but she had to admit that doing so helped her not get headaches.
Lisa turned her gaze to the 'regular' looking capes. All female. She recognized Labyrinth and Spitfire - who was pointedly NOT looking their way. At least Skitter had dealt with Bitch better. Their 3rd member was new. She wore a tight-fitting cat suit. Purple, but with a window for her cleavage, and accompanied by a helmet that let people see her lower face. It was clearly another personal taunt at her. If the helmet was replaced with a domino mask, the lipstick removed, and the hole in the suit covered - it would be an almost exact match for her own costume.
Tattletale focused on the new cape. Likes to flaunt her body. Not afraid. Brute? Blaster? Possibly.
Her head started hurting almost immediately. Lisa winced and looked away. Probably a Thinker. Odd that Faultline would recruit one since the arrogant bitch didn't like people that were smarter than her.
Things quieted down after Skidmark and his group made their way to a side table while grumbling.
"Excuse us." A man in a stylish tuxedo stepped into the bar. "We're only late in the fashionable sense I hope?" Three other people followed him - two men and a woman. They wore eclectic outfits with only one common feature. A red glove.
"The Red Hands, yes?" Coil spoke from the central table. "You're new to Brockton Bay if I'm not mistaken."
"That's right. My name's Rook, and we've heard good things about your fine city." The leader of the Red Hands sat down across from Kaiser as his team made their way to another table.
"I'm not sure the city needs another group of thieves." Kaiser's armored form didn't move as he spoke. "There's enough riffraff in here already."
"As long as you're not looking for a fight or scoping the place, I have no objections." Faultline nodded to the newcomer.
Rook. Leader of the Red Hands. Also known as the Red Handed. Thieves. Avoids fights. In town for a specific reason.
Lisa looked at Coil. His full-body costume hid his micro-expressions, but she could tell by his body language that he was relaxed. Too relaxed. He expected this. He'd hired the Red Hands, either directly, or through some other means.
Their replacements? She frowned. No, he wouldn't have let her find out like this if that was the case. The Undersiders were still useful to him, but he needed professionals to help destabilize the Empire while he focused on gaining more territory.
Rook raised his hands - one red and the other white. "We don't fight if we can help it, so no worries there. We also know better than to try anything at a neutral site."
Also calm. Has confidence in his team's ability to get him out of trouble. Multiple contingencies around protecting each other. Probably a Thinker.
Coil spread his elbows as he steepled his fingers. "That should be everyone. We all know why we're gathered here today."
"What's left of the ABB. Also, the Siberian." Kaiser stated.
The front door opened, and two monochromatic people stepped through. Almost as if they'd been waiting for the perfect time to enter. The Siberian and her new male counterpart.
The room froze. Purity began to glow brighter. The playboy twins gained two feet of height. The member of the Red Hands who was dressed like a special ops agent unslung a rifle from his back. Kaiser stood up, knocking his chair over in the process. Skidmark cussed.
The Siberian ignored them all and strolled to the last empty seat at the big table. She pulled it out, turned it around, and then straddled it while resting her arms on the back. Her companion walked over to an empty table, sat down, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.
"Grue, get ready to give us cover if fighting breaks out." Lisa whispered to her leader. "We do NOT want to be caught up in this."
"Already on it." Brian's voice was even more distorted than normal. "Man I'm glad I didn't try to sit at the main table."
"Why?" Regent drawled from the side. "Looks interesting."
"Miss Siberian..." Coil sounded surprised. "I was not aware that you knew about this meeting, or would deign to join us."
The invincible former member of the Slaughterhouse Nine turned her head to look at the Undersider's secret boss. Lisa couldn't see her expression from where they sat. Coil still had that air of invincibility. Did that mean that this wasn't happening? Or was that that he knew he'd be safe? Her power couldn't give her a definitive answer on how Coil's power worked.
Still, if he could always make the right choice, then it was unlikely that a fight was about to break out. Lisa relaxed and turned her attention to the other new cape. While everyone was focused on the Siberian, her companion was the bigger mystery. Only seen once. Powers unknown. The muscular man wasn't moving. He was completely still, not even breathing.
A projection? A Breaker? A Changer? A Case 53 with a unique biology that didn't need air?
She didn't have enough to go on.
"I can't believe the audacity I'm seeing here!" Kaiser nearly shouted as he pointed at the striped woman. "This... thing assaults my safe houses. Invades the homes of my people! How dare it come here!"
"I think you're just upset with her being bi-racial!" Regent cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted over the noise in the room.
The Siberian turned her head to gaze at both Kaiser and the Undersiders. Lisa looked at her glowing yellow eyes, and felt less safe. Coil's power might mean that he wouldn't be here if he would get hurt, but that didn't apply to them. It was one of the reasons that the bank heist had gone downhill.
"Gentlemen please!" Coil raised his voice. "Is this not the place to discuss these things instead of letting them descend into fighting? The fact that the Siberian is here makes discussing her... presence in the city simpler." His masked head turned as if he was looking a every person in turn. Lisa had to give it to the creepy guy, he was doing a decent job of calming things down. "The fact that she's sitting down in neutral ground should be all the proof you need that she doesn't wish for a fight."
'Right now.' Lisa thought. The Siberian was a killer, who admittedly hadn't killed anyone that she'd heard of in the city... yet. Invincible. Monstrous. Inevitable. Completely unconcerned with what anyone else had to say or think. Her power put her above it all. Tattletale couldn't imagine what sort of sociopath could result from an environment like that.
"Let her stay!" Regent yelled from beside them again. "Her costume is amazing!"
Lisa rolled her eyes. Scratch that. She could sort of imagine. Not that Alec really cared if she was naked. He enjoyed looking, but not in the same way that anyone else would. More like he was... appreciating her flaunting than her actual body.
A moment passed.
"Fine." Kaiser said through grinding teeth. He sat back down - not on his discarded chair, but on a throne of metal that rose out of the floor to greet him.
A show of power to re-establish his dominance. Trying to save face as the only person at the main table to stand. Would attack, but he was afraid of the Siberian. Also afraid of breaking the neutral ground truce, but not as much.
"Is everything going to be okay?" Taylor, no, Skitter asked in a whisper.
"Kaiser won't start something he can't finish." She whispered back. "He's too close to the Siberian. He won't dare make the first move."
"Whatever Coil's power is, he's awfully calm." Grue said with his distorted voice.
"Yeah." Lisa agreed, not that she could tell her teammates exactly WHAT his power was. Not yet.
"As I was saying." Coil smoothly restarted the conversation. "I think we should discuss the Siberian's presence in Brockton Bay."
"I have to admit I'm nervous about being in the same city." Faultline added. "I personally don't have any objections to her recent... activities." The mercenary looked between Kaiser and the topic of conversation. "But the fact remains that she has a kill order. I think the influx of capes this past week is in part due to that."
"She's a menace." The leader of the Empire Eighty-Eight sat with his arms crossed. "A rabid beast that needs to be put down."
"If you want to protest her actions, this is the place for it." Coil countered.
"Fine." The armored man straightened his back. "Capes interfering with our business is one thing. We'd square off and protect what's ours. Having our men assaulted at home is breaking the rules!"
"As much as I hold the unwritten rules in high regard, isn't it asking too much for them to apply to ALL your subordinates?" Rook smiled as he addressed the other villain. "It would hardly be the first time that a gang set up a hit on one of their counterparts."
"She fused one of my member's tongues with a beer can." Kaiser was starting to get into the flow and grandstanding for his subordinates. "That's not a drive by. It's personal. Cruel and unusual."
"This is hardly the court system." Coil replied.
Defending the Siberian. Hopes to keep her focused on the Empire. Has already purged his territory of most human trafficking. Wants to prop her up as a threat.
"I see now that speaking with any of you is pointless." Kaiser stood up. "I care not for your excuses. The Empire will deal with all threats." He turned and stalked out of the bar with his minions dutifully following. "Do not seek an alliance with us once the wild beast turns on you."
The leader of the Red Hands watched them go before turning back around. "If I may be so bold, Miss Siberian. The rumors I've heard state that you've been exclusively targeting human traffickers. Will this trend continue? I would rather not perform any jobs that might attract your... ire."
The Siberian turned to the well dressed man, shrugged and smiled.
"I think we've learned all that we can." Lisa whispered to her teammates. "I don't think anything's about to go down, but I'd also rather not stay and find out."
"Agreed." Grue replied. "We came. We were seen. That's enough."
Bitch grunted, and Taylor nodded. Regent was the only gainsayer. "When are we going to get to see something like this again? This is the most entertaining thing I've seen since... ever!" He shook his head. "Personally, I'd like to stay and chat."
"We're all leaving as a group." Brian's voice was hard. "Now."
As the five of them exited, Lisa stole one final look at the Siberian's partner.
Still nothing.
No movement. No useful details. The boots and shorts looked like they came from a sporting goods store, but that wouldn't be enough to get her power going. She let out a sigh and left. Coil couldn't complain. Not when a cannibalistic serial killer crashed the meeting.
"Are you ready Armsmaster?"
The leader of the East North-East Protectorate continued to look over the frame we'd placed around the last stasis zone. After a minute he nodded. "We can proceed."
I was 70% sure that he was making me wait as a subtle power play. This was the fourth time we'd deployed my Temporal Resistance Room, so it was almost routine at this point. Alternately, he might just be a very detail oriented person.
"I'm engaging it now." Which was code for, 'I'm connecting to it and pushing MP'. Visually there was no change in the scaffolding that I'd determined was the bare minimum that my power considered 'inside'. Apart from my construct, the effect was obvious - people suddenly screaming and moving when they'd been immobile just a moment ago.
**Armsmaster is impressed.
**Armsmaster is jealous.
**Armsmaster is happy.
See? It was conflicting emotions like that which kept throwing me off. Jealous and happy - that combination could mean so many things.
PRT personal immediately swarmed inside and started trying to calm the civilians down and escort them outside of the room. They had plenty of time before it ran out of juice even if I wasn't here. Not that I could blame them for being worried. It was brave to enter at all.
When the last of them were gone, Armsmaster started assembling a permanent barrier. They were creating a box with corrugated steel. The insides would be filled with containment foam before a roof was welded on. Finally, an entire suite of sensors - both regular and Tinker designed - would be placed in strategic positions.
I stood back and tried to ignore the gawking crowd that were recording us. Once Armsmaster was finished, the two of us would have to stand together and give a statement. Well, he would give a statement. I would stand there and do my best not to answer questions.
I hate PR.
Ears of Babel picked up a phone call, which I immediately hijacked. "Hello."
"Pixel, this is Dragon. Armsmaster just told me that the two of you are done with dealing with the last of Bakuda's bombs."
"That's right. I'm kinda surprised he's talking with you right now too. His mask doesn't let him hide his mouth."
Dragon chuckled. "Armsmaster is pretty skilled at speaking without it."
I reviewed his armor's blueprint. Haptic gloves for typing, but he was busying using his hands. Ocular tracking? One of the many sub-modules in his armor was devoted to processing his eye's movements. I guessed that was how he did it, but it seemed strange.
The irony of me saying it was strange when I had my alien symbiote doing who-knows-what to allow me to do the same thing wasn't lost on me. "I see."
"Do you think the technology can be used to save people from Gray Boy's loops?"
I let out a mental hum. "It should free them, but I don't think I'm capable of healing some of their wounds before they die." I'd read up on Jack's legacy, and Gray Boy was one of the most monstrous capes out there. I'm glad he's dead.
"There's more to it than that. If it was just as if they were frozen, we could bring in other capes like Panacea to help. The problem is the mental issues they'll have." Dragon relayed some details that I hadn't known.
"Mental issues? I'm sure some of them that Bonesaw cut apart will be traumatized..."
"No, that's not it. They're conscious."
I blinked. "What?"
"The people that Gray Boy trapped are still conscious. They're reliving the same few seconds over and over again, but they remember all of their past loops."
*Horror condition negated by Gamer's Mind.
"That's... horrifying." Literally.
"I agree. I'm trying to coordinate an effort to get them treated. That is if I can count on your help?"
"Definitely. If you can't reproduce my design, I'll help you in person."
*A new quest has triggered: Breaking Statement
[Breaking Statement
Help free Gray Boy's victims from their eternal torture. 0/2,532
Success: +50 exp per victim, ?]
Not a bad amount of exp, though I suspect getting it will be a long process - the work of years. Still, I was tempted by the unknown reward. Something to do with Gray Boy would undoubtedly be potent. Plus, it was the right thing to do. I wonder if that's the number of people trapped, or if it's the number of people Optimize thinks I can 'free'.
XXXXXXXXXX
Also, does 'free' mean save them and restore them to a hopefully normal life, or kill them?
XXXXXXX
Alright. Now I'm depressed. I blame Jack.
"Pixel." Armsmaster walked up beside me. "The construction's complete."
I nodded. "Alright." I Inventoried my 'box'. The stasis field inside would start to take affect again. Inside the sphere, time began to slow down until whatever was trapped was essentially frozen. The goal was to have the containment foam freeze solid, so that no one could actually get inside. Even if they do, it's breathable. Additionally, it should be tough for anyone to approach it in the first place. I wonder what the shelf-life of that stuff is? I could ask Dragon, but it's probably classified.
"Let's go." The blue armored Tinker walked towards where the reporters were gathered. I suppressed a sigh and followed.
* +100 reputation with Skitter.
...
After the impromptu press conference, I teleported to the hospital where Riley was still working in hopes of getting Panacea to join her. I gave it even odds. Both her and Glory Girl had agreed to continue helping me test the NerveGears, so they'd be in the building if nothing else.
I had other concerns in mind, mainly the Red Hands. Call me paranoid, but I was assuming they were in town to steal my 'tech'. Not that it would do them a lot of good, but better to be proactive. Until I redesigned everything to use Tongue of Babel to broadcast a signal to me, I'd just have to be vigilant.
And have Riley bring her experiments home every night.
It was also a good excuse to sit around and hang out with my little sister. We hadn't been spending as much time together lately, and I missed her.
Of course, that was when I got a phone call from the burner phone I'd given Taylor.
"Hello."
"Pixel?"
"Yes. How may I help you, Bug?"
"It's Skitter now."
"How may I help you, Skitter?"
"Can we meet tonight, around midnight?"
"The same place as before?"
"Yes."
"Certainly."
Taylor hung up without another word. The call obviously had something to do with the massive reputation gain I'd gotten. Well, massive for her. I still have a ways to go until the quest is complete.
...
I teleported onto the rooftop at exactly midnight. Threat Sense told me that hundreds, no thousands, no... an absurd number of things were looking at me. Bugs. Insects. Taylor was aware of me from each and every member of a swarm that was hidden on the rooftop.
I knew that she had to be close, but I couldn't locate her with Threat Sense. There were just too many things watching me to be able to discern the individual ones. Power Drain didn't have that problem. I reached out and found a parahuman on the side of the building. A moment later, Skitter came into view from the fire escape.
I turned to face her. "Hello Skitter."
**Skitter is nervous.
"Pixel." The swarm made a slight buzzing sound in time with her voice. "Thank you for coming... and thank you for freeing the people Bakuda trapped."
"You're quite welcome." I could ask why she was so concerned, but I was afraid that might scare her away. "It's never good when regular people get caught up in cape fights." It's also not great that capes fight so much, but until I get on Taylor's good side there's not a lot I can do about that.
We both stood there until she spoke up again. "...I saw you on the news. You and Armsmaster. Was it your first interview?"
It wasn't much of an interview as far as I was concerned. I was grateful that Armsmaster was willing to field all the questions. "It wasn't the first time that the press have tried to talk with me. I try to avoid it."
**Skitter is anxious.
*Perception check failed.
"They said there's a fund-raiser for the victims." Her voice was surprisingly calm. "Are you going to go?"
That was an odd question to ask. I shook my head. "No. I don't have the time. Even if I did, I really don't see the point."
* +1 reputation with Skitter.
**Skitter is relieved.
**Skitter is thoughtful.
**Skitter is happy.
"Ah, good." She turned to leave, but paused halfway. "I just wanted to thank you for what you've done."
**Skitter is anxious.
**Skitter is nervous.
**Skitter is afraid.
"Of course." I teleported away, and then sat and thought.
She obviously had a personal connection with one of Bakuda's victims. A friend? Family? Probably the latter since I hadn't noticed anyone being friendly towards her in school. Of course, that might be because her friend had been absent due to being trapped. Alternately, it might be a friend from outside of school. Or a teammate - not that any of the trapped people had been capes.
Regardless, I was more curious about the last part of our conversation. She'd lied about just wanting to thank me. But what else had she done? We'd made some small-talk, if you could even call it that. What was she relieved about? That I wasn't going to the fund-raiser? Did she consider heroes who did publicity stunts like that un-heroic? Some sort of grudge?
I had a fairly good grasp of what Taylor was like in school, but what about as Skitter? The way I saw it, I could get information about that from two sources - the Undersiders or Coil. One had a Thinker, and the other had a Shard that was eager to spill every secret.
I think it was time that I watched what Coil did. From his bio, the two people he was simulating were both himself. Spying on him with Ears of Babel would let me find the dirt on him. If I could then get it to Taylor somehow... that'd probably be worth a good amount of reputation.
Right. I'll do that while I try and think of a way to assist in her social life - a multi-pronged attack.
...
I woke up early as usual, and immediately reached out to Coil's Shard through... something. The strange non-space that I'd found Teacher's Shard through. I could ignore the distance requirement for people I knew well. It was what allowed me to share Perks with Riley and Sibby regardless of where they were.
Good thing too, 'cause the Siberian really liked Observe.
I had another NerveGear session scheduled with the Dallon sisters in the afternoon, so I sat in the hospital with Riley. My main body was busy Crafting a Golden Gun. This way I could focus on Coil while also being on hand if the Red Hands tried to do anything.
The downside was that the hospital wanted me to oversee my healing room - and be seen doing so.
I know I think this a lot, but I miss the Elite... and having a secretary.
Coil, or Thomas Calvert had woken up. The stream of information about planning late into the night in his base continued, but the well-rested version of him would take his place. Presumably. It was a useful power. Similar to my Multiplayer trait. Weaker in that he couldn't physically be in two places at once. Stronger in that his secondary presence allowed him to see what the results of his actions would be.
It did have an interesting philosophical paradox. He wasn't REALLY splitting timelines. So, I could go and see which simulation I was observing matched up with reality. His Shard knew which one Coil would choose to keep, so he strangely didn't actually have control over his power.
Or humans didn't have free will. What a scary thought.
Kevin ► Want to try something?
Riley ► Sure!
Riley ► What is it?
Kevin ► I'm going to try pushing one of Coil's timelines to you.
Riley ► Oh! So I can see what he's doing?
Kevin ► Yeah.
Riley ► Okay!
I took the stream of information that Simulation was broadcasting to Coil, and used Tongue of Babel to copy it and send it to Riley.
Kevin ► Anything?
Riley ► I have a headache, but that's it. No visions or anything.
Kevin ► Hmmm...
Sibby ► (^o^)/
Kevin ► Huh?
Sibby ► (^O^)／
Kevin ► You want to try?
Sibby ► O
Kevin ► Alright.
I took the copied stream of data and sent it to Sibby's Shard.
Sibby ► !
Sibby ► (･o･)b
Kevin ► You can see it?
Sibby ► O
Riley ► No fair!
I guess it was because that Sibby wasn't human? Or closer to her Shard? Or something? I wonder if Panda can do the same thing too?
Something to consider later.
In one simulation, Thomas Calvert had changed into his costume in the back of a van and used a hidden door to access his hidden underground base. A base that put mine to shame. I wonder how long it took to build such a thing, and how he'd managed to hide it from... well, everyone.
In the other simulation, he stood up and walked towards a small room. Inside was a little girl with long, straight, brown hair. She... didn't look well. Her eyes were puffy - from drugs or crying I couldn't say, but there was an IV inserted into her arm.
She lay unmoving on a cot, not even reacting as Coil stepped inside the cell. "It's morning, pet. You know what questions I ask you."
"Morning?"
"Answer my questions, and I'll get you more candy."
"Candy?" The small girl raised her head.
"After my questions."
She gave a small frown. "Zero point two seven two percent chance there's any problems here in the next hour. One point seven five four one percent chance there's any problems before lunchtime."
That simulation ended, and Coil created another from his other timeline. Who was that? Obviously a cape of some sort. Drugged? Why was she in a tiny locked room in Coil's base? Why was she sleeping on a cot? Was she sick? What was going on?
Kevin ► Riley, there's something I need to investigate.
Riley ► Aw, I was going to show you my designs for an improved Met!
Kevin ► I'll be back soon.
Kevin ► Oh, and don't show anything that uses a human brain to Panacea.
Riley ► I know!
I teleported next to Sibby.
Kevin ► Sibby, want to go investigating with me?
Sibby ► O
I knew where Coil was, and once I was in range I could sense another parahuman with Power Drain and Expansion. I tried to broadcast to Sibby what I'd seen from Coil's Shard. I used our connection to speak with her.
'Sibby, can you find this girl and Observe her? I want to know what's going on before doing anything.'
Sibby ► O
The Siberian faded from view as she sunk into the ground. I reached out with Power Drain and connected with her. Whatever she found with Observe, I wanted to know immediately.
It didn't take long.
[Dinah Alcott
Probability
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: None
Origin: The Warrior
Dinah Alcott was born in Brockton Bay to a well off family. Shielded from the harsher truths of the world, Dinah had a happy childhood. Her father worked for his brother who was a powerful man, but he always made time for Dinah - until a few months ago.
Life at home became tense. It wasn't any one thing she could identify. Her parents didn't smile as much. They suddenly stopped talking when she entered the room. Conversations grew shorter. She didn't know what was going on, but one of her friends at school said that they were getting a divorce. Dinah knew Tammy's parents had separated, and her mother had told her it was because of Tammy.
Dinah worried that the same thing was going to happen to her family - and for the same reason. She tried to put on a happy face, but no matter what she did, things didn't improve. She noticed that the stress was getting to her father. He looked pale, and never lifted her up anymore. He also always seemed tired, and made pained expressions when he thought she couldn't see.
The stress of worrying about what was going to happen combined with the uncertainty of why it was occurring caused Dinah to Trigger. Flashes of possible futures assault her when she thinks about what might happen. Casual questions also trigger them if Dinah lets her mind wander. Her power causes headaches when used, and Dinah couldn't help but use it.
After weeks of complaining, she was no closer to anyone believing her. That was when the bad men came. They chased her. Dinah tried to use her power to escape, but the numbers kept changing. A route that had a high chance of success suddenly wasn't safe.
In the end, she was taken underground and given candy, which is actually highly addictive drugs. Coil uses her to detect potential negative events and avoid them. Dinah does what she can to slowly increase the odds of her escaping one day, but there's one question she can't bring herself to ask no matter what.
Will her parents want her back?
Dinah can see every possible future. Her power provides her a percentile chance of any action occurring. Dinah can even see individual futures, but separating them from the trillions that her power provides is taxing.
Debuffs:
Driven to Conflict
Memory Removal
Addicted - Opioids
Depressed
Migraine - Shard Driven]
[Kevin Greenhouse (Pixel/Jagat/Bengal)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: PRT Affiliate
Title: Healer (+50% HP gain when healing others)
Level: 41 (30,500/41,000 Exp)
Mover: 8
Shaker: 10
Brute: 6
Breaker: 10
Master: 10
Tinker: 10
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 1
Trump: 10
Stranger: 9
HP: 600
MP: 290
Primary Attributes
STR: 75
AGI: 45
CON: 70
INT: 30
PER: 22
WIS: 20
CHA: 135
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 63
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 4
Inventory lvl 3
Party System
Transposition lvl 2
Multiplayer
Memories of Optimizing Performance and Allocation of Resources
Lucky Break
Deep Analysis
Crude
Teleportation Clone
Ephemeral
Unique Summons (8/8)
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.
Legend's Zero-Suit - 0 Str. 40 Dex. 20 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 3. Lucky Screen lvl 3. Murderer IV.
Accord's Business Suit - 0 Str. 20 Dex. 30 Con. Gamer's Mind. Lucky Screen lvl 4.
Unique Blueprints
Golden Gun
Perks Selected (11/12):
Rapid Regeneration lvl 3
The Siberian lvl Max
Lucky Fate lvl 4
Lucky Screen lvl 4
Power Drain lvl 3
Teleportation lvl 3
Threat Sense lvl 3
Crafting lvl 5 (Analysis, Surgery, Gourmet, Crude, Ephemeral)
Expansion lvl 3
Ears of Babel
Tongue of Babel
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Skills:
Acting: 31
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics:40
Biology: 65
Computers: 78
Cooking: 64
Craft (Armor) 10
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Cold): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disintegration): 19 - 95%
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): 81 - 99.918%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 80
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 91 - 99.9595%
Parahuman Lore: 46
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 35 - 96.6%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Str Damage): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Temporal): 100 - 100%
Stealth: 68
Tailoring: 39
Unarmed Combat: 74
Video Games: 37
Ongoing Quests:
Scion
What Can Change The Nature of a Shard?
Heartbroken
Answered Prayers
Dragonslaying
Administrator Access 115/500
Breaking Statement 0/2,532
Debuffs:
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