....sod it, a smelly man robbing a store will have to do!
confront the man, using powers to morph my arm into something (relatively) non-lethal, just in case.
I haven't posted an action yet!
Kyle considers that fists are pretty nonlethal, before making his arm into a club. It shouldn't kill anyone unless you hit them in the head really hard...and that'll kill anyone with anything. He then leaps at the smelly man, [1] proving that parkour is about more than just enthusiasm as he promptly faceplants.
The trench coat and mask, Really that's all you need for a costume.
Get some peanuts and maybe take a nap, if possible talk with another passenger, if they are male have a normal conversation, if female flirt with her.
[Heads; 3] You chat with an elderly man about the virtues of organic farming. You're not sure he knows what he's talking about, but you think you've learned something.
Oszkar, upon looking through the newspaper and finding absolutely nothing of any use, is a bit crushed. It's getting a bit difficult to get superpowers these days. It's just like with drugs, you see - used to be that you could get opiates just like that, but now they're all "controlled substance" this and "highly addictive chemical" that. Terrible is what it is.
Have morning walk through town. Keep an eye out for crazy superpowered people fighting each other.
It's actually still night. Continue action, Y/N?
order enough phlebotinum for a single shrink ray and shut down my laptop before storing it somewhete safe and heading outside.
Buy some coffee and wait for suspiciously metallic individuals to try bteaking into my apartment.
You order some phlebotinum.
That... wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all. Adi reprioritized- she could use regular shoes, and she only needed to hide her hands.
See if I can't make ankle-wraps and pockets.
[2] Not if you want them to stay on without you holding them in place. Doesn't that defeat the purpose of pockets?
Name gang "E.V.I.L" find demolition site.
[3] The E.V.I.L. locates a condemned skyscraper. Not much actual work has begun on destroying it, except that the previous occupants removed most of value from the place.
Success! Due to lucky happenstance, they rearranged the city to where the market was right next to the bank! ...Wait. When has this ever happened before, it seemed too... Easy. Way to easy... Ohgoditsatrap--Irving looked around warily for a quick moment before fleeing away from the too-obviously-a-trap store at a dead sprint! He can find another store hopefully, one that isn't so obviously a trap, there was no way they would favor him like that, nothing is chance with them... I mean, sure, the next store he enters is probably a trap too, but damn them if they think he'll fall for the easy ones!
Irving runs down the streets of Chicago inconspicuously, dodging cars and looking for a new store. He moves to the sidewalk and continues his search, feeling the little burning eyes of the cars staring at him. Well, they're not so little, he guesses. [2] He doesn't see any other stores to buy supplies at.
Damien Smith: [2,5,3]
Even in Chicago, radiation-related accidents make the news. It's not every day--or even most--that a young man gets struck with an experimental piece of nuclear fuel which fell out of a window as part of a dare gone wrong, and then falling out of a window. Yet, it happened this night, with one Damien Smith being the poor victim. Or possibly the lucky one, as he gained the ability to create and manipulate just about any kind of radiation, even hardening it into destructive blasts or "light shields" or something. Sadly, he can't quite turn it off--he's glowing and radioactive. Poor guy.
((How are you gonna handle interplayer combat?))
By hoping both players actually post turns next time. It worked OK this time, since it's a bit of an ambush, but I'm going to go to the Delinquent Players thread if one of them doesn't post by tomorrow evening...
Oh no! It's every villain is lemons!
What?