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  1. While I am fine either way, I am a huge fan of M&M and have no problems with converting.
  2. I don't think the skills have to be super rigid and codified but when one option gives you training in all social interactions as a singular skill choice and another only gives you training in lying as a singular skill choice (for example) then that seems, I dunno, a little unfair. I mean I get that not all training is equal, but I think there should be a standard for what a skill choice should get you. Other than that little quibble, and it really is something I could learn to live with in the end, I am very impressed with the book so far.
  3. Okay I'm now in the playing the game section. I like how the rules feel intuitive. they don't make me do mental back flips to understand how they work. While I am a little leery of the vagueness of the skills, I like how open character creation really is. Any decent and entertaining description of how and why your character can do the things they do flies, or so it seems to me. I like that.
  4. Okay I've been enjoying your review so much, I went out and grabbed a copy of the book myself. I am only just at the equipment section. So far I am liking what I'm reading.
  5. "By all means, lead the way," he smiled at the diminutive shapeshifter. He watched as the tiny girl skipped off and followed and turned to the other girls. "Shall we?" ,, The little group made their way to one of the campus buildings in a somewhat awkward silence. Morri was still gripping Marco's hand and slipped her hand into one of Sonja's and the three of them walked across the lawn. In the building Kia let the foursome to one of the janitor closets. In the back she pressed a secret panel and the back wall slid open revealing an high tech looking elevator. The four squeezed in to the slightly too small space and were quickly whisked into the sub basements. ,, When the doors opened the piled out and Marco got his first real look at the underground facilities. "You have got to be joking!" he said, drawing the attention of larger group still admiring their new costumes. They all looked at the new voice and there was yet another moment of awkward silence before Kia cheerily piped up. "Hey guys! So we brought Morri back and....umm... Marco too. It's okay, he knows about everything so um, yeah." She beamed at the room. ,, Drumm nodde to Kia as if to say everything was fine. "Welcome back Morri, and welcome to our little gathering Marco." ,, Mr. Hunt cleared his throat and Drumm sighed, pulled out a 20 and handed to the old man in the white suit, who plucked it from his hand and slipped it into his pocket. "Yes, welcome young man. It's about time you got here."
  6. First off Kami. Relax. ,, Not once did I even mention your name. I was talking to Long. ,, Second. If you don't want anyone who is not in your game to comment then that is fine too. I'll drop this from my "games to watch" list and move on. ,, Quite frankly Kami, M&M character creation is not your strong suit. Even if you are an expert it's very easy to miss problem elements of characters and the more eyes looking at characters the better the chance of catching something that could unravel your game later on down the road. Innate is one of those extras that should be carefully examined to make sure it fits the concept and won't render certain challenges pointless. The way Long has put Innate on the Array implies that none of his powers can be negated. If you are going to allow it I would at least make him put it in each slot of the array. ,, But whatever. Have fun. you will no longer hear from me on this game.
  7. Okay there are some issues I see with Cade actually. First off you can only have 2 ranks of attractive so there is a point wasted there. Also, Innate on on his TK ? really? His powers are an innate part of his nature; like an elephant's trunk? I'd give this serious consideration because it means his Powers cannot be affected by Nullify. ,, I'm curious as to why he has a dodge bonus when using his blast power? And why Stamina 10? Why not a more normal Stamina bolstered by a psychokinetic field? ,, Some of his senses have me scratching my head too; like radio. He can telepathically pick up Radio signals? ,, Sorry if it seems like I am picking on one particular character. these are just things I personally noticed while going over the character.
  8. Marco regarded the feral girl before him. He knew she wasn’t stupid; he’d seen enough inside her head to know that it wasn’t a lack of understanding that was the problem with communication but rather the lack of language skills. It was clear to Marco through Morri’s emotional reactions that something was misunderstood. “I’m sorry hon, I think I am not understanding.” ,, He sucked in his breath and held it for a moment. There was a simple solution he knew. His telepathy was not limited by language and as such meaning did not get lost in words. To us it, to read her mind meant he would be breaking his promise, again. Since getting his telepathic powers under control he’d refused to develop it further. Although getting permission to read her mind would fulfill his assignment. He sighed. Yet another line in the sand crossed. ,, “Morri,” He said. “If you will let me, I can read your mind again; to understand what you mean. “ She looked hesitantly at him, her head cocked to one side. “I promise it will not be like before. You will not see anything from my head. You will not even feel anything, but it will help me to understand what you mean. Would that be okay?” ,, “Okay,” Morri said softly. ,, Marco closed his eyes and concentrated briefly as he touched his mind to Morri’s. He was brief, taking only a few seconds to scan her surface thoughts but it was enough and when he understood the truth of it, his heart broke for her. “Oh Morri, Oh hon, I’m sorry I did not understand,” He said as his eyes moistened and he reached over to hug the girl tightly to him. They stayed in the embrace for a minute or so before Marco broke it and stood and brushed the dirt from the back of his designer clothes. “Come on,” He said as he offered her his hand. ,, “Where we go? She asked as she stood without his help. ,, He reached out and took her hand “We are going to this super-secret mutant base hidden under the school,” He said and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “And I know. You do not really want to, but most of the time running away from your troubles will not solve the problem. Besides, Alex and Sonja are there and most likely someone will have noticed that you are gone. They might be worried.” ,, ,,
  9. Morri's distress was palpable to Marco. He didn't just realize she was upset; he could feel it himself. Her sadness, anger and jealousy all mingled together to create a general state of misery in the poor girl. He considered his words very carefully. Although facility with language was one of his gifts, Morri was incredibly literal in her use and understanding of English. He knew he’d have to keep that in mind while talking to her. ,, “So let me just get this straight. You are friends with Sonja and Alex,” That part was easy. The feal girl was constantly in the company of either the living sun god or the giant pin up girl or both. It didn’t take much to realize those two must be Sonja and Alex. “Now they are a couple and are spending more time just with each other, which makes you feel like a third wheel. It makes you feel like they don’t want you there and you want your friends back.” ,, Marco paused for a minute as the book he’d been reading closed on its own and settled to the ground. He wanted to devote his full attention to the girl in from of him. The topic was heavy, heavier than he’d expected to have to deal with and he didn’t want Morri to think he was brushing her off. Clearly she was getting to that point in her development that all children get to; the time where they realize they aren’t always the most important thing in the universe and Morri looked like she was have trouble with that. ,, “Morrigan honey, they are still your friends. But now they are together they are going to want to spend time alone. It is what couples do to get to know each other better and to connect,” He wasn’t sure Morri would grasp that last concept but he forged ahead. “That doesn’t mean they don’t want to spend time with you anymore. Just that sometimes they will want to be alone with each other. “ ,, “I know you don’t like that but if Alex and Sonja could never have time alone together then that would make then sad; as sad as you feel now. Maybe instead of wishing for things to be the way they were, you could make a few more friends? That way when Alex and Sonja want alone time, you still have someone to be with.” ,, “If you want, I’ll be your friend. That way you don’t have to be alone when Alex and Sonja are busy. Now; what was this about an elevator to the basement? Why does the school need an elevator into the basement?” ,, ,,
  10. Marco sat alone underneath the big tree where his disastrous first day had started. In many ways, he'd come to see the tree as 'his spot' over the week or so he's been at the school. the place he's go to when he wanted to be alone, in site of the tree being in the middle of the campus. He didn't have to worry about being disturbed though. Word had spread through the student body about what he's said that fateful day in the cafeteria and as a result, Marco had become a Pariah. ,, Despite the beautiful day, and the number of people out enjoying it, no one came within thirty feet of Marco or the tree. Some didn't notice or care that he was there, some were throwing him dirty looks and angry glares. most however were willfully and purposely snubbing him. If Marco noticed the behavior, outwardly he didn't seem to care. Deep down though, he regretted what he'd said. Not because he didn't believe what he'd said; he really did believe that mutants were an aberration of nature and that the best thing for everyone is if someone found a cure for the mutant condition, someone like his father. No, rather he regretted his words because they were said out of anger and fear and pain. He hadn't meant to hurt anyone and he hadn't been thinking and he regretted his callousness. ,, Currently, Marco was sitting cross legged, with an advanced economics textbook floating a foot or so off his lap. he was concentrating greatly and every time he finished a page his concentration deepened has he slowly, carefully turned the page with his mind. this was the third econ textbook he'd gone though as he struggled to learn finesse with his telekinetic power. He really rather not be doing this but his school appointed trainer; a nightmare of a drill sergeant named Conrad Baily, demanded it. Baily had been a Marine or something before discovering he was a mutant and he was given all of the difficult and out of control mutants as personal projects because he got results. His students, however hated him and called him Sergeant Nazi behind his back. Marco's current assignment was to use his telekinetic power to perform simple mundane tasks for 1 hour every day. He was also required to provide 3 facts he'd learned about other students through the use of telepathy every day. ,, While he hated his assignments and still viewed his telepathy as a horrific invasion of other people, he was secretly starting to enjoy the telekinesis. it was kind of cool to just think about an object and watch it respond and move to his whims. He would never admit it to anyone of course, but he was beginning to think he'd miss the T.K. when he was finally cured. Outwardly he sighed at the thought and bent his head back to the book he was trying to study.
  11. Okay a question about Relics. Dave how do you feel about people buying relics for Purviews they can't yet use? When designing Relics for Atticus I am tryingto makes sure they are things he can actually use in some way, but I have 1 in particular that does nothing for him yet. Is that cool?
  12. Atticus Kontos here. Scion of Apollo.
  13. This has me thinking too. Not sure which God I would go for but It'll either be in the Dodekatheon or Aesir, since we can't be Tuatha.
  14. Marco kept walking, brushing past Warren. "Did you misunderstand or was I unclear? I do not belong here and I have no intention of staying. Goodbye." He said curtly, not bothering to look back to see if Warren was still following. As he continued towards his dorm he pulled out his iPhone and dialed a number. While he doubted that Mr. Lovell was still at the campus, he still held a sliver of hope that his guardian was still there and he wouldn't have to spend any more time here than was absolutely required. ,, He was perturbed when there was no answer, but he left a quick message explaining that he'd decided not to stay after all and that he expected to be picked up as soon as possible. Marco tuned out the noise of the campus as he entered the dorm; it seemed as many kids were out of class as there were in. He made his way to his room past kids that payed him no more attention than anyone else and locked the door behind him. He leaned against the door and wondered how his mother could have sent him to such a place. This was supposed to be a place for him to contain and control his mutant aberrations but the kids here reveled in them. They were allowed to run wild and use their abnormal abilities freely. He shuddered at the thought of him using his own abnormalities without discretion. Just using his telekinesis in the lunchroom had caused havoc and as much as he didn't want to admit it, it had felt pretty good to unleash. ,, Marco shook his head. He didn't want to think about mutants or what he'd done. Doing that would bring up what had happened between him and Morri and he certainly didn't want to think about that. He moved over to his desk and pulled a sketch pad out of his messenger bag. Drawing and designing always mellowed him out so he flipped his pad open to something he'd started working on but hadn't finished. Surely Mr. Lovell would get back to him soon. Surely.
  15. Marco gathered himself together and stood up. Anger welled up in him towards Warren but he wasn’t sure if it was his emotions or the residual feelings he’d experienced in Morri. He clenched his fists and took a step toward his fallen chair and without touching it, it righted itself. Taking his messenger bag from where is had hung from the back rest he turned to leave the cafeteria. Over his shoulder he said through clenched teeth. “Don’t trouble yourself. I am not staying. I do not belong in this freak show, with all you monsters.” Marko stalked towards the door, telekinetically pushing things out of his way. Empty chairs flew across the room to crash against walls and pillars and a trashcan went skittering across the floor, tipping over and spilling its contents. Unlike most other times this use of power was fully under his control. Something inside him, a part of him that took immense satisfaction from exercising power had been given a small window by the savagery of the feral girl he’d recently been linked to. He was half way across the campus when the adrenaline from his connection to Morri began to fade. With is came the realization that not only had he broken his promise, there was a release of tension and pressure that he’d been holding for weeks. Something that he hadn’t even realized was there. His pace slowed, although his determination to leave this horrible place remained firm. There was no way he was going to stay here, with these people.
  16. If Marco could have answered Kai, he probably would have tried to laugh off the incident as nothing major, despite being more than a little freaked out by the red eyed mutant girl who had just seconds before been hiding under the table sniffing his pants. Unfortunately, and for the third time that day, Marco’s control over his telepathic and telekinetic talents slipped. He was locked eye to eye with the strange, feral girl standing above him, her head cocked slightly to the side in a way that reminded him of the behavior of dogs and cats and she boldly met his gaze. All it took was that instant and telepathic contact was established. -- Morri found herself in a small but lushly appointed room. Instantly and on some instinctual level she knew what had happened. She was in the strange boy’s mind. His ‘scent’ was everywhere. Morri ran her hand along the back of a plush chair as she scanned the room. Her first impression, the word that first came to her mind was soft. This boy was soft and weak, or so it seemed at first glance. The walls were a rich burgundy; the high backed chair sat in the center of the room and was upholstered in black velvet. A small walnut table stood beside it and on it was a delicate looking lamp with a burgundy lamp shade. The room was otherwise bare save for a walnut door in the center of the wall that the chair faced. Since there was little more here to discover about her prey and the only place she could go was through the door, she stepped up to it and turned the handle. It opened to reveal an impossibly long hallway with doors spaced at regular intervals. The walls were burgundy, like the room she just left and the hall ended at the entrance to another room that had no door. On the walls in between the doors were framed pictures. The frames themselves were gold and in each was a sketch or drawing of an article of clothing. The drawings were amateurish and crude to begin with but as she travelled down the hall they got better, more professional looking and more artistic. Morri felt a mix of thoughts and emotions coming from the artwork and she knew without a doubt that this was the boy’s passion. He lived to make pretty clothes. The few doors she tested as she traveled down the hallway were locked and eventually she gave up on them and made her way to the open room at the end of the hall. It opened onto another room, much like the first but twice as big. In the center of this room was a marble statue of Marco. It was pitted and chipped as if someone had been striking it with a heavy object yet there were also signs that someone had attempted to repair it. On one wall were hung portraits of Marco’s family. Morri again knew this instantly. His Mother and Father; Carmen and Angel were in one gold frame, His older sister Beatriz in another and his younger brother Javier in a third, The images left her cold, and shivers played up and down her spine. On the wall opposite the family portraits was one of Marco, and his onetime Mate, Peter. They were holding hands and smiling but Peter was faded away to almost nothing. Morri stalked around the room, exploring everything in great detail when a door appeared across from the entrance that had brought her into this room. The door opened of its own accord and she could hear voices beyond. Stepping through the portal, Morri found herself in what appeared to be some sort of office, much like Jericho Drumm’s office but bigger and shinier. Marco and his father were there and they were arguing with each other. She couldn’t understand them as they were talking very fast in a language she didn’t understand but she could understand the anger, the rage that Marco was feeling in that moment. As their argument reached its crescendo, the double doors of the office burst open and a feral, half-canine mutant pounced through the splintered entrance. The man-creature scanned the room a roared when it saw Angel Pulles. Both men were terrified; Morri could feel Marco’s fear run through her. As the men stood stunned, the man-dog leapt at Marco’s father. Morri could feel something stir in Marco, although she would never be able to put it into words. In the split second before the man-dog connected with his father Marco’s hand shot out and a near invisible pulse of energy shot toward the feral mutant. The creature stopped in midair. He hung there in some sort of field that looked like a heat distortion. The creature continued to roar and thrash as it remained aloft, the sounds slowly changing to yelps and cries of pain as Marco slowly closed his open palm into a closed fist, exerting unbearable telekinetic force on the mutant as he did so. Marco’s father was shouting at his son now as Marco brought his other hand up to his forehead. Morri could feel the mental energy lash out from Marco’s mind to the mutant in his telekinetic clutches. Morri felt it as Marco destroyed the mutant’s mind with his telepathic power. The creatures wailing turned into a desperate and horrific keening before it was abruptly cut off. With a slight motion of his head, Marco sent the mutant flying across the room to crash into the big office window. The window cracked but did not shatter. He pulled the mutant back and slammed him again; and again. On the third hit the window finally shattered and the broken body of the now dead mutant went sailing out the window to the ground below. Darkness. -- When Marco came back to himself he was breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating. “oh, oh god,” He whispered both to himself and to Morri. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Marco tried to be strong but he couldn’t hold back any more. Tears began rolling down his cheeks, he covered his face with his hands and sobbed.
  17. Mostly that is what I'm trying to do; just describe what she sees/feels/experiences and leave how she interprets it to you. I am making the assumption that since she wants to make sure Marco isn't a danger to her (or the school) she will have no problem wandering around his mind now that she has the opportunity.
  18. Hey guys. I know I've kinda stalled on MFD but I haven't forgotten about it or disappeared, I promise. Unfortunately I kinda have to write what happens from Morri's perspective and doing a whole 'telepathic scene from the point of view of a character that isn't mine' thing is more difficult than I thought. I want to make sure that I do justice to Morri and Carver and portray her as respectfully as possible. On the flip side, Carver gets to post what Marco sees so hopefully it's fair trade ,, Also, trying to be all symbolic and shit is a pain in the ass!
  19. Kami you realize that Dave and Velvet live together so have probably already discussed that?
  20. Hey Vivi, Marco's First Day started at the beginning of Spring. First few days of March most likely.
  21. I could live with the change. would this be a generic world or are you considering another game world, like forgotten realms or Dragonlance?
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