Conditions: None
Potential: 2/5

Spoiler: Labels
  • Freak: +0
  • Danger: +1
  • Savior: +1
  • Superior: +1
  • Mundane: +0

Spoiler: Moves
  • [X] I'll Show Them: When you defend someone who doesn’t believe in you, you can always take Influence over them, even on a miss.
  • [X]All The Best Stuff: You’ve compiled access to caches of equipment and weaponry other supers have hidden in the city. When you access a cache, say whose cache it is. If it’s a hero’s, roll + Savior. If it’s a villain’s, roll + Danger. On a hit, you find a tool or intel useful to your situation; the GM will detail. On a 7-9, you leave evidence that you’ve been here. On a miss, you tripped an alarm and they’re coming; prepare to explain yourself.

The glow coming from the Ronin helmet’s eyeslits narrows; yes, it may seem like a bit of frivolous effort to design, but without facial expressions a lot can be lost. Having variable ‘eyes’ is worth it, in the armored heroine’s opinion.

”You’re going to have to let this go, Mikey,” Ronin replies, her voice lowered and modulated by the helmet into unrecognizability. ”We both know your macroorganisms--” what a stupid, if technically accurate name ”--don’t have a chance of prying me out of my suit.” She can, unfortunately, understand his beef with her.

Infodump panel! In a few rare places in the world, there can be found fossilized phytoplankton of a specific genotype in a wafer-thin geological layer. Unsurprisingly, there is limited collection of this particular substance, but with a few rare exceptions the demand is small, used for fringe medical research.

One of the exceptions is Dr. Michael Rhobe; it’s a key component in his mad-science growth process for his beloved microorganisms.

Another exception, of course, is Tohya Miho; in her case, it’s a critical component in what she’s currently using as a power cell. There’s a bunch of sciencesciencescience, but what it boils down to is a vastly superior power generation capability than anything else she is aware of at the moment.

And she’s not only basically bought out the entire market, she’s got the next six months worth of collection pre-paid for as well. If Rhobe wants to resupply, he needs her power cell.

Which is currently sitting about two inches above the small of her back at this moment.

It's funny how a flame war in an online scientific journal's comment section can end up like this. Rhobe certainly hadn't expected what he'd gotten when he'd tracked her down the first time; neither had she been expecting to have her place crashed by giant brainless blob monsters. Apparently a new address in an unlikely neighbourhood isn't sufficient to shake him.

Now a wide panel, running the breadth of two pages, surrounded by the info boxes above and below. Part of Ronin can be seen in the extreme foreground, our perspective with her; off at the other end looking small with the distance, the Biolator's white-clad form faces off with her.

Time to stall. ”Transfer a summary of those search results to Hikari,” she instructs Chisei, having cut her external speakers for a moment. ”Hopefully they'll give her something to work with.”

Cutting the externals back in she addresses the Biolator, playing for a bit of time while the data is transferred, shifting a few steps to keep her distance from the macros.

”Look, if I'm going to have an arch-nemesis, it's by Ghu going to be someone more impressive than you,” she begins, but is interrupted when the oversized paramecium moves much more swiftly than she expects, slamming its entire panel into her and sending her sliding down the road. Some manner of power connection blips, and the data transfer bar flickers to a broken link. Argh!

Spoiler: Crunch
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