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The usual suspects were stirring up trouble at the end of a bar. Liakurra didn't know what started it- he'd heard some commotion about an overpriced blaster or some other such nonsense. Wasn't anything out of the ordinary in a muck-slathered junker like this. What did catch his ear was some of the barbs tossed by those arguing.

"I bet my friends would pay a lot more for a twi’lek slave!" A man the 'tender called Kenspoo shouted at the hooded woman that had stepped up to him.

Grotesque words tossed about with little care by a man too small to be talking like that. Someone else stepped forward to trade words with him- some heavily four-armed rival that was quick to badmouth back, by the sounds of it. All three involved looked to be either armed or near enough to a weapon to cause trouble, and the Wookiee wasn't the only one that noticed. The bartender was offering credits to a scoundrel and a rat if they'd intervene to stop the argument from escalating to violence.

The Wookiee warrior didn't need any more of an excuse than that, and he rose to his feet with a growl in his throat and anger in his eyes. He trudged with weighty steps toward Oden Kenspoo, the Twi'lek and the four-armed, fast talking alien, arms wagging at his sides on approach. He towered over the tallest of the lot and weighed twice as much, and anyone with a passing knowledge of his species knew most of that wasn't fur or fat. All eyes near the stall gravitated toward him.

Oden looked nervous as he approached, and it only got worse when the beast leaned in close.

<"Little man thinks he's funny."> He spoke in something akin to a growled chortle. <"Wonder how funny he'd be without arms to sell with."> Liakurra reached up to pat Oden's shoulders, not-so-subtly alluding to a certain, well substantiated rumor about his species' pertinacity for limb removal.

After a few, quite moments passed, Liakurra instead reached down to grab the blaster pistol Kenspoo had been hawking. It was a piece of junk by all accounts- everyone in that room was carrying better heat than this. Still, it was the principle of the thing that mattered to the young warrior. <"Bartender says she doesn't want you starting any shootouts, so I'll be...confiscating this. Wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, here, eh?">

The Wookiee's intimidating presence and hand on the blaster was all he needed to do to escalate the situation in his favor, and Oden quickly realized he’d be getting no credits for his wares. After a moment's hesitation, he begrudgingly sighed, “Fine. Take it. It’s free! I don’t have the blasted time for this. Just take the blaster and the girl and leave me alone.”

Liakurra nodded and took the pistol, satisfied by the situation's outcome. He turned around and motioned for the other two to step away from the humiliated vendor's stall, holding the junker weapon in both his paws, clearly unsure what to do with the thing now that he had it.
my god
Requesting a name change to Cybermaxx

thanks :^)
My life's goal is getting more than one post out in time for Roman's reviews lmao
V A U G H A N

Player Creation Points
PCP
Race
Attributes
Skills
Schools & Proficiencies
Social Class
Boons & Banes
Arc Points
14 (Low Power)
1 (Human)
5 (31)
2 (9)
2 (1)
3 (15GP)
1 (-15)
0

Arc
Arc Category
Description
Saga
Survive the Battle of Camlann by any means necessary
Epic
Bring justice to his family's murderer
Belief
Honor and Loyalty
Glory
Behaving honorably in all circumstances
Flaw
Consumed by hate

Core Attributes
Strength
Agility
Endurance
Health
Willpower
Wit
Perception
Intelligence
7 (2AT)(0AR)
4 (3AT)(0AR)
6 (1AT) (0AR)
3 (2AT)(0AR)
4 (3AT)(0AR)
4 (3AT)(0AR)
3 (2AT)(0AR)
3 (2AT)(0AR)

Compound Attributes
Adroitness
Mobility
Carry
Charisma
Toughness
Strength Damage Bonus
Grit
4
8
13
5
4
3
4

Skills
Skill Packets
Officer, Soldier, Other (3)
Riding
4 (4SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained, Teacher)
Drill
3 (3SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Tactics
2 (2SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Navigation
1 (1SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)
Strategy
1 (1SPAC, 0SP, 0AR) (Trained)

Proficiencies
Proficiency (School)
Level
1H Sword (Officer)
1
Wrestling (Officer)
1
Pugilism (Officer)
1
Spear (Officer)
1

Boons & Banes
Boon/Bane (Cost)
Description
Enemies (+10)
You have some powerful Enemies who mean to do you serious harm. They may just want to ruin you and crush your name, or perhaps they want to cut your head off and put it on a pike. Either way, they’re willing to go out of their way—potentially FAR out of their way—to do it. The level of this bane indicates just how serious an enemy you’ve made. Enemies can either be individuals of significant power, or entire organizations or countries. Single, powerful individual, large group or organization, regional authorities (Sheriff of Nottingham, the City Guard).
Honorable (+5)
You’re genuinely honorable. You might not be a nice guy, you might not be a philanthropist, but you have a real sense of honor. Honor can’t be bought, nor can it be awarded. Honor is fought for, acquired, and maintained with diligence. To never break one’s word, freely given, to never violate certain rules, to treat others, and oneself, with respect. You’ve got this, and it is representative of real strength of character.
Old Wound (lower torso, left side) (+1)
You’ve suffered a severe injury that has never quite healed properly, and still pains you from time to time, and is particularly sensitive to further injury. Any attack that hits this location automatically inflicts stun equal to a level 1 wound to that area, ignoring all reductions, even if the attack inflicts no wound.If this bane is bought off, its cost to remove it is 5, instead of the 1 suggested by its cost.
Literate
(Social, -1)
You know how to write using your own language. If you can speak another language, and it has the same alphabet or writing system, then you are likely able to understand and write in that language as well. This boon can be taken multiple times to learn unfamiliar writing systems.
Folks Back Home
(Social, -3)
You have a family, a clan, a tribe, or some other social group that you are part of that cares for you. You are probably away from them right now, but they are there, waiting for your return. The level of this boon determines just how influential and wealthy these folks are, and how much they might be able to help in the event that you go to them for aid. Not having this boon doesn’t necessarily mean your character is an orphan or without family, just that the family is scattered, disunited, or unlikely to be able to provide cohesive aid. -3: Nobody important, but they are there.
Language (Anglo-Saxon) (-1) (-1)
You know how to fluently speak languages other than your native tongue. -1: You know another native language.

Inventory

Armor
Type
Name
AVC
AVP
AVB
Coverage
Qualities
Weight
Cost
Plate
Bascinet
8
7
6
Upper head, lower head; +1 AV vs downward swings
Hard
0
12 SP
Mail
Lamellar Ventail
5
5
5
Face‡, neck
Hard
1.5
2 SP
Mail
Lamellar Coat
5
5
5
Full torso, shoulders, hips, groin, thighs, knees
Hard
3
3 GP
Mail
Lamellar Long Sleeves
5
5
5
Shoulders, upper arms, elbows, forearms
Hard
4
1 GP
Mail
Lamellar Gloves
5
5
5
Hands
Hard
1
3 SP
Mail
Lamellar Leggings
5
5
5
Hips, groin, thighs, knees, shins
Hard
3
12 SP
Mail
Lamellar Boots
5
5
5
Feet
Hard
1.5
10 SP


Melee Weapons

Name
Type
Hands
Reach
Swing TN
Thrust TN
Defense/Guard
Qualities
Weight
Cost
Arming Sword(Early)
Sword
1H
Medium
7(+1c)
7(+0p)
7(1)
Spatulate Tip 2
0.5
1 GP
Lance(Light)
Spear
1H
Very Long
10(-1c)
8(+2p)
10(0)
Couched Charge, Heavy
4
1 CP


Shields

Name
Bash TN
Block TN
AV
Durability
Size
Wt
Cost
Round Shield
8(+0b)
7
8
15
Medium
1
10 SP


Miscellaneous
Cost
Urban Attire
1SP
Traveling Cloak
1CP
Rouncey
1 GP 1 CP
Candle Lantern
9CP
Candles x 2 (10)
14 CP
Waterskin
1CP
Week's Ration x 4
16 CP
Tinderbox
3CP
Parchment x 40
320 CP
Leather (cowskin)
1SP
Workhorse
10 SP 1 CP
Servant
1 GP (yearly)




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SEASON THREE Justice Rising
SUPERBOY: GODBORN #3 Serene

The Acropolis Unknown

Superboy's mind went dark and quiet, like he was sitting in a theater and the commercials had just ended. He felt an urge to turn off the cellphone he didn't own.

A flurry of light broke the darkness by piercing his retinas. A hundred lines, infinite in length and color, burrowed so deep into his skull that he wondered if he could ever get them out. Each line reverberated with its own, unique sound, brilliant in its construction and infatuating in its brilliance. He couldn't possibly explain what he was hearing to any sane person. How did one describe the sound of yellow? It was like the dull hum of a dead neon sign, or the buzzing of a congested bee.

He couldn't expect anyone else to understand. They couldn't hear a pin drop in the other room. Couldn't count the snowflakes in a blizzard. Couldn't feel a breeze brush against someone else's face. Some of the researchers he talked to marveled at it, claiming he was lucky to have such a gift- but what'd it matter if he didn't have anyone to share it with?

The mind machine's startup process ended almost as abruptly as it began, the light snuffed out and darkness allowed to creep back in to fill its place. The dark was different now, though, because Superboy could move in it. Even if he couldn't see anything, he still had control.

'Where to go this time...' He mused, mentally unfurling a picture catalog of every place he'd ever visited, seen or conjured up from the depths of his imagination. It wasn't exactly a premium selection, considering the furthest he'd ever been from his bedroom was the other side of the compound. There were a few that managed to catch his eye.

For whatever reason sound always manifested before anything visual. Less data for his noggin to load, he supposed. It meant that, for a few, short microseconds, he was able to hear a robin harmonizing with a nearby brook, and the sound of wind passing through leaves. All of it came into view shortly after. Superboy was standing beside a stream flowing down a sparsely wooded hillside, one of his feet partially submerged in the water. He didn't notice until he caught sight of it- the simulation updating to provide the sensation of water running over his boot. He didn't step out of it; instead he held it there, waiting until he felt it seep through the material. It made the inside of his shoe squish when he stepped back. It was as obnoxious as it was wonderful.

"Playing in the water, are we?" Doctor Spence asked from just behind him. She was sitting on a large rock that hadn't been there previously, one leg crossed over the other. She didn't look up from the notes she was penning in her lap when she spoke.

Superboy looked back over his shoulder with a halfhearted grin. "Not something I can do every day."

"There's a sink in your bathroom."

His smile dropped and he turned away from her. "Yeah. Guess so."

An uncomfortable silence followed, filled only by the artificial sounds of nature. If he concentrated, he could just barely make out the buzzing of the lights that formed the building blocks of everything around them. It was the only thing he could hear when he tried to focus on the brook, the trees or the birds.

He wondered if the real thing had its own background noise. Surely, if it did, it'd be a chorus of whole, new sounds. Perhaps there was no buzzing at all. What did the wind, isolated all on its own, sound like, without the imperfections of audio recording devices, or the hum of distant machinery to obscure it.

Spence was the one to speak up first, her voice cutting and authoritative even here: "How have you been feeling since the test?"

"Fine, I guess." He shrugged, "Tired. Healing's tiring."

"How tired?" She probed, a brow raised. "You tend to bounce back from these tests quickly."

"First one that's really made me sweat, if we're bein' fair."

Spence jotted something down and offered up a minute smirk. "And since our last session? Has anything changed?"

Chewing on his cheek as he chewed on the question, Superboy took a moment to answer. And when he did he spoke slowly, choosing his words with care, "Nothing too important." He could feel a spark in the back of his head, like someone was poking him with a live wire. A sound followed it, too, not unlike the popping of static electricity.

It was the machine's way of telling on him every time he lied. There was no great reaction from the doctor, but Superboy could see a slight twitch near the corner of her mouth. She was quiet, like usual. She was waiting, like every other time he'd heard that sound. He knew for a fact that nothing was going to happen until he gave her what she wanted.

"I've been...gettin' stronger, I guess. Lot stronger, lot faster, than before. Packard's been sayin' that if I keep it up-" the words caught in the back of his throat as he felt that stinging at the base of his skull again. It was a little harsher now. Not enough to be truly painful, but there was noticeable discomfort in his expression as he shifted how he stood.

And again he stopped to think.

"Y'know that was true, right?" He grunted, annoyed. "I mean, how's that thing s'posed to know when I'm lying, anyway? What even is a lie? Does it go off my subjective interpretation of the truth, or yours, or is there some sorta complex algorithm based on my heart rate and breathing that-"

"-Answer the question, Subject Thirteen." Spence stopped him, glaring at him from behind iced over glasses.

Superboy kept his back to her as he bent down by the stream, reaching into it to pluck out a stone smooth enough to skip. He gave it a toss and it sunk straight to the bottom, much to his chagrin. It looked a lot easier on paper. "Don't know how to."

No shock followed, this time. Spence shifted how she sat, uncrossing one of her legs and letting the clipboard and pen fall down onto her lap, hands resting on top of one another. "Where did you see this place? I haven't been to every part of the Acropolis but I'm fairly confident we don't have a room like this."

"Um...A magazine. Picture in a magazine."

"And where did you get that?"

His jaw tightened, and he stood back up to his full height. "It was given to me."

"By who?" Spence snapped.

"Why's that matter?" Superboy shot back. He turned halfway around to look at her, that sting in his head growing sharper and louder.

"Answer the quest-"

"Its just a stupid magazine, who cares?!" He hadn't noticed it, but his voice had been getting louder and louder as they spoke.

Doctor Spence stopped. She was staring daggers into him, a hand clutched tight 'round the board on her lap. There was an ever so slight quiver on her lip yet her voice was as icy and controlled as ever. "I need you to answer my questions, Thirteen, so that the test may continue."

"It was Tana, alright?!" Superboy was shouting now as he took a step toward the doctor. "I was bored out of my mind and I asked her to get me something to read, and she stole some...stupid tech mag from the staff lounge for me. It doesn't matter, I'll give it back if you want, but I don't see why you care-"

"-You had one of our staff steal something for you and you thought that unimportant?" Spence couldn't help herself but scoff.

Superboy returned it, throwing an arm up in the air. "She said nobody'd even notice, none of you ever pick those things up. She figured, y'know, it wasn't a big deal-"

"-whose idea was it to-"

"-and it isn't a big deal, its more ads than content, really, and even the content is basically just ads too-"

"Whose idea was it, Thirteen?" Spence repeated, unwilling to raise her voice to match his. He stopped trying to talk over her, exasperation coloring his every movement as he started to pace around beside the projected stream.

"Mine, I guess?" He rubbed the back of his head, thoroughly annoyed by the sharp, consistent pain. "Maybe ours would be more accurate." He tried to correct to dissipate the psychic feedback, to no avail.

Spence cocked her head to the side, picking up her pen once again. "How close would you say you are to miss Westfield?"

He shrugged. "What's close mean? I don't exactly have a lotta friends here."

"Ah, so she's a friend?"

"Is she? I'unno, Doc, ask her." Superboy turned away again.

Spence began to write something down. "And...when did this start? How long after our last session?"

Superboy threw up his hands. "Don't remember! We say hi when we pass each other, she talks to me like, y'know- not at me. Maybe, I'unno, I like that- sue me."

"And you think you deserve that?"

"What?" Superboy stopped, glancing back at her. "Deserve what, doc, huh?"

Spence didn't answer, pressing on through the clone's incredulous look with another question. "Do you think this relationship has anything to do with what happened in the test chamber?"

Every inch of Superboy tensed up, like someone had stretched him taut until every single muscle was near its breaking point. His head was low, eyes locked on the flowing water down at his feet and his ears tuned to the sound of a million photons of light buzzing and humming all around him. It was such a stupid question- one so stupid he wondered if it really deserved to be answered. Of course, he'd have to answer eventually. That was how this thing worked. She asked him questions, he answered. Some, growing part of him wondered what would happen if he just kept his mouth shut.

He went to speak, only to pause when he noticed Spence look up and into the horizon. Her mouth was moving yet no words were coming out, and the coolness that usually colored her expression was rapidly melting into concern. Superboy couldn't remember the last time he'd seen her look concerned, so he felt somewhat justified in the spark of panic in his chest.

"Uhh, Doctor Spence? What's going on?" He eventually deigned to ask, afraid he'd crossed a line.

"There's been an incident." She answered, glancing between him and something he couldn't see beyond the simulation.

"An incident? What kind of incident?"

Spence stood up, a wave of darkness washing over the scene as she did. "The only kind of incident that gets our attention, Thirteen. Metahumans."
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@ComradeMaxx is the only one I know of that's played it. But I guess he liked it since he's had Hollow Knight avatars for awhile.




its okay i guess
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