Amorkca

I'm currently playing in a dark champions style game.  Its based on The Boys Universe, so violence is a thing...
 
We are students, and we started with 265 points.  We are currently at 304.  Max damage output on one of the players is 17d6 - includes a haymakered EB.
 
I really like your character concept!
 
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So the Redefined Combat Luck raises his DCV from 5 to 9.  Presuming 5 OCV is the norm (which is low btw) he would get hit 2/3 of the time.  He does have a strong Force Field but would take 12 stun on average from a 12d6 attack.  This this means quite often he will get Stunned as he only has a 13 Con.
 
Against thugs he would be very powerful; not so much vs equally powered villains.  If you Take the villains from CC and run a mock combat between each one of them vs your character; you'd have a good idea of how well he would work in a standard champions game.
 
Perhaps buy your characteristics as part of your Unified limitation to give you more to work with?
 
Also, at your current build, if you attack with any of your powers you have no FF available.  Perhaps remove the Difficult to dispel but keep your total MP at 94.  So you have room to reallocate points and not be skewered.
 
Just my two cents worth!
 
Is there supposed to be a picture? Cause that's not showing up for me.
 
I presume this is a 6th Edition character because of your mentioning CC.

Does he have an accent when talking?
 
"Ve have many dangerouz tingz in my laboratory! Ze- robots are a necessary zafety zyztem to enzure all happenz az I dictate!"
 
then we have:
Z-Robots
Z-Drones
etc
 
Transform attack - Zombifier...
He should have independent Force Wallz to defend him from attacks

Yes pic. but just a pencil drawing headshot of a guy looking out from under a straight brimmed pilgrim type hat.
Yes 6e.
Your 2¢ was just what I was looking for. When I make characters they are entities in my head talking and interacting. I put them to paper (so to speak) without regard to how they would work in any particular situation, just how to get the effect I see. I post them here for the balancing of a outside observer. No GM, no game, yet. 😉

I'm currently playing in a dark champions style game.  Its based on The Boys Universe, so violence is a thing...
 
We are students, and we started with 265 points.  We are currently at 304.  Max damage output on one of the players is 17d6 - includes a haymakered EB.
 
I really like your character concept!
 
_____________________________________________
 
So the Redefined Combat Luck raises his DCV from 5 to 9.  Presuming 5 OCV is the norm (which is low btw) he would get hit 2/3 of the time.  He does have a strong Force Field but would take 12 stun on average from a 12d6 attack.  This this means quite often he will get Stunned as he only has a 13 Con.
 
Against thugs he would be very powerful; not so much vs equally powered villains.  If you Take the villains from CC and run a mock combat between each one of them vs your character; you'd have a good idea of how well he would work in a standard champions game.
 
Perhaps buy your characteristics as part of your Unified limitation to give you more to work with?
 
Also, at your current build, if you attack with any of your powers you have no FF available.  Perhaps remove the Difficult to dispel but keep your total MP at 94.  So you have room to reallocate points and not be skewered.
 
Just my two cents worth!
 
Is there supposed to be a picture? Cause that's not showing up for me.
 
I presume this is a 6th Edition character because of your mentioning CC.

Long time ago I was in a super duo campaign, but we must have been difficult for our GM to balance -- I was a metamorph brick with stretching and  damage reduction,  but my partner was a martial artist with a stick.  Most foes that could challenge me were a serious threat to him. The GM struggled to pose danger to me.
 
Eventually we were at our school prom.  I was with Nadia, a sultry beauty.  The lights went out and pandemonium ensued.
 
Eventually we made our way to the outside, just in time to see Nadia being hauled into a Soviet VTOL jet fighter.  Her kidnappers escaped when we were unable to Fastball Special my martial artist partner to stop them.
 
As we watched the jet head for a Soviet jump-jet carrier off the coast, it finally dawned on my brick that the GM had at last found an appropriate rival for his staggering power.
 
Open mouthed, I turned to my friend.  "The Soviet Union stole my prom date?!?"
 
[Turned out she was descended from the Romanovs and a potential heir to the Czar's throne.]

Ok - thanks - was thinking DC because of the themes and flavor but was not sure because of the power level. I guess I need to start scaling my characters back a bit. No game/GM just me spitballing. So for something like Champions Online he is good as is but for something more street level I need to ditch the Summon and scroll the powers way back - got it.
You right. I have never actually played (never had a group) just make characters so they are out of my mind and stop talking to me. 🤫

Epiphany
Michael’s father was dying. Although he could hear the sirens approaching Michael knew they would never get there in time. Around them lay the bodies of 4 young men, still breathing but unconscious. Nearby knelt 2 young girls quietly crying as they held each other. Above,distant clouds scuttled across the dark night sky. As the sirens grew closer, the sound of the other young men retreating into the night grew more and more distant. A chill wind, barely a whisper, tugged at some peeling handbills stapled to the nearby telephone pole with its single street light. Michael held his father and asked, “Why?”
 
His father took Michael’s hand in his own and said, “Evil triumphs when good men do nothing.”
 
With those words Michael was left alone in the world. The police arrived. Paramedics noisily joined them only moments later. They questioned the girls, then they questioned Michael. They learned that Michael’s father had been a Preacher and that they had been working at a local soup kitchen️. After helping clean up and close for the night the two men had started walking back to their small tenement on Skid Row. As they had been walking they had heard the crying of the girls and the laughing of the young men. Michael’s father had not hesitated as he turned toward the scene and walked quickly toward them. He had gotten quite close before the thugs had noticed him. 
 
“Get the f#$# outta here before I lose my patience, ese!”
 
His father did not preach in any of the local churches, nor did he preach from a soap box on the corner. No, his father had always followed the adage that actions speak louder than words and that if one wanted to spread the Word one needed to exemplify that by following those Words and showing others the Way. Michael’s father had never “preached” to the masses, never berated them for their sins; he had merely been there for those who needed an ear to listen to them, a shoulder to cry on, or a hand to help lift them back up. 
 
Michael’s father had not even slowed as he raised his arm and with a swift straight blow to the man’s face laid him out flat on the ground. At the time, Michael had thought there had been a passing car or something, because at the moment his father had struck the man there was a brief flash of light followed by a slight smell of ozone and sulphur. The remaining young men were at first stunned by the preacher’s actions. It was less the punch itself, but more the single-minded surety and speed with which it had been carried out. Here was a man that despite being outnumbered 8:1 showed no sign of fear or even concern. In that moment he seemed to grow larger, become “more”. He did not get any bigger like some of those supers that grew to giants when fighting crime but he became, well, just “more” like there was someone else there in the same place and the two entities were occupying the same space. On top of that, Michael could have sworn there was a slight nimbus of golden light surrounding his father's chest and arms as if a light were shining on him.
 
The thugs ignored the girls and closed on Michael’s father. It was dark and things were moving fast so Michael was not sure, but to him it looked like the thugs also changed slightly. They became darker, bulkier and less distinct like they were dissolving into smoke or something equally ridiculous sounding. Michael suddenly could smell rotting meat or something somewhere nearby. Michael had never seen his father fight, never seen him even raise his voice in anger let alone make a violent action of any type. Now he watched, stunned and wide-eyed as his father engaged the 7 remaining men. He could never remember afterwards what exactly happened -- only that in a few short seconds, his father had laid out 3 more of the men before being stabbed. At least, Michael had certainly thought at the time that they had stabbed his father nothing else but a knife could have caused the gaping cuts and slashes.
 
“NO!” he screamed as he ran toward the scene. The other thugs saw Michael charging them and ran. The girls also seemed to shrink back at Michael’s approach seeming to fear him as much as the thugs that had attacked them but were too shocked by all that had happened to actually run. Michael ran to his father’s side and held him. The blood. There was so much blood. How could so much blood come from one person. Michael looked down into the slowly dimming blue eyes of his father and asked, “Why?”
 
His father took Michael’s hand in his own and in a barely audible voice told him, “Evil triumphs when good men do nothing.”
 
Michael’s world exploded and shattered. In the next moment of time the Universe was born, stars made and died, worlds created and destroyed, life flourished and perished and for one very brief instant Michael understood. “God” was not some great puppeteer pulling all the strings of Creation following the machinations of some Grand Plan. He was a Creator allowing each person the freedom to become the best they could if they so chose. If they found the Path within them to Goodness, and they followed it, not for some reward at the end but because it was the right thing to do, then they would grow, become better, more than what they had been. They would become, in their own way, part of the Divine, they would “return to God.” He now understood the freedom that had been given to humans allowed them to choose whether or not they would succumb to their baser instincts or rise above them. Rise up to help their fellow beings, to improve the world around them, and to work against the constant tide of corruption and evil. Humans could give in to their inner demons and become monsters or they could learn to defeat those monsters and show others how to walk the Path so that they too could fight and defeat the monsters that stalked in the darkness. In that moment he understood all the things his father had done and not done. He realized his father had become “more” than he had been. His heart exploded with pain at his loss and pride in his father. In that moment Michael had an epiphany.
 
The following week an elderly couple were walking home after closing their small corner store for the night. Dark clouds scuttled across the night sky. As they walked a group of young thugs emerged from the shadows. They had not been there a moment before and seemed to take shape from the very darkness itself. From one of the alleys came the smell of rotting meat and garbage.
 
“Hey old man,” said one. “You speak-a-da-Engrish?” The others cackled like hyenas at their leader’s callous joke.
 
The couple hunched in upon themselves in a vain attempt to pass by unnoticed, to escape what they knew was coming. “We don wan annee truble,” the old man said in broken English.
 
“Well maybe trouble wants you,” the thug sneered. As he advanced, the shadows seemed to grow thicker around him, obscuring his face. His outline seemed to become less rigid, more amorphous. The couple cowered in terror at whatever they saw approaching them.
 
A sound. Feet moving swiftly but with so little noise it seemed like the sound wind might make if it could run. Like each footfall was the gentlest of kisses to the hard earth. The earth barely having time to register the contact before their secret lover had fled, only to alight a fraction of a second later in a new spot further along. Whoever it was, they were quickly closing the distance between themselves and the shadowy figures. A figure passed beneath a single streetlight and the glow of the light appeared to cling to them even as they left the lamp behind. As tho the light wanted more than anything to be with them. Even if for only a moment. Now, like a glowing meteor it crashed amidst the villainous thugs and with each blow it rained down upon them, starbursts of light invaded the depths of the shadows. The shadowy figures of the thugs tried to strike back but their fists and “knives” struck the nimbus of light surrounding the stranger and were rejected as if they were unworthy to be in the light.
 
As quickly as it had started, it was over. The shadows that had seemed to cling to the young men drew back and dispersed out into the night leaving their bodies on the ground. The stranger turned to the elderly couple and inquired if they were ok. They said they were and thanked their savior. He simply said they were welcome and turned to leave. As he walked away they asked, “Why?”
 
He called back over his shoulder as he passed under the single street light, “Evil wins when good men do nothing.”
Preacher Man.HTML

First off, this is a very nice character. I like the concept and it seems to fit the world he's in which seems to have magic and evil hiding just beneath the veneer of our normal world. Great intro story but I'd use Epiphany as his Hero name.
 
I'd say Dark Champions in concept and tone but Champions in power level.  If his force field were outside the Multipower, he'd be one of the more powerful heroes in the CU. He definitely too strong for anything but the highest end Dark Champions campaigns. Mobsters, street gangs, James Bond style spy agencies and even Daredevil level cults like The Hand can't threaten this guy normally and would have to mount major operations to challenge him.
 
The Summon is probably too much even if it doesn't fight but just gives knowledge and advice. You don't realize how powerful a large Flash is until, you use it for a second or third time in a combat(There's a reason they are incredibly rare in the source material even). HA against Power Defense?( Just this would have me grasping my Black Marker of Doom as a GM).
 
If he's inline with your GM's expectations and the rest of the PC's everything's fine. If you're the GM, this guy should be the legendary protector of the city, known only in whispers and shadows of awe or dread in any Dark Champions Campaign.

Lightning listened, trying to pinpoint where the shot came from. His HUD pinged from several different locations and then gave him a path to where the shooter was. “Thanks, Buddy. I don't know how you did that, but thanks.” Lightning ran.
 
The sniper was lining up a second shot when Lightning got to him. Lightning grabbed him by the collar and flung him. He went further from the speed boost than Lightning's strength. “Spears, isn't it? That's my friend you just shot.” Lightning gathered up the rifle and ejected the magazine. He slid the bolt back, letting the round fall. “You pissed him off. I hope you have good reasons. Especially concerning the Director did not give you a green light to shoot.” Lightning let the pieces of the rifle fall to the ground.
 
* * * * *
“You alright?”
 
“It's already healed. Who shot?”
 
“Spears.”
 
“Bastard.”
 
“Yeah.”
 
“Miss? We're going to have to confiscate the...uh, spear.” Danforth held her hand out.
 
Stepping back defensively, the girl brought it up in a guard position.
 
“Trust,” Pulsar said quietly. He laid his hand over the girl's gently.
 
“They shot you!”
 
He nodded. “Trust me.” She gauged the situation and then nodded, releasing the spear. “What do I call you?”
 
“Kris.”
 
“Pulsar, we're going to have to confiscate the spear,” Danforth said. Kris got the impression he was smiling behind his mask. A crimson aura surrounded the spear before it vanished.
 
“What spear?”

Run! Get away! Pain was behind her. The future was before her. What kind of future does a freak with wings have? A crimson trail threatened to cut her off. She climbed higher. The trail matched her. She dove, and again the train followed her. She couldn't let herself be taken again.
 
The man closed the distance. “Hi. You come here often?”
 
She screeched. The spear in her hands flashed forward in an arc and trailed blood.
 
“Okay, so I'm a little rusty at pick up lines. Where are you going?”
 
“Away!” A part of her mind noted the wound in his chest healed.
 
He held his hands up. “We aren't here to hurt you.”
 
“Liar!” The spear flashed again. This time he avoided it.
 
“One cut to a customer, miss.” He pulled his mask off. “My name is Jason Scott. My company owns the facility you were kept in. Without our knowledge. My intent is to help you. If you grant enough trust for me to do one thing for you right now without trying to cut me again.”
 
She drew back defensively and then nodded. Jason approached her slowly. He held out his hand. “I'm going to have to try something new here. So don't hold it against me if it doesn't work perfectly the first time,” he said with a smile. He closed his eyes, almost like he was asleep. Crimson enveloped her. Immediately, the wind stopped chilling her.
 
Looking at herself, she was wearing a gray sweat suit. Lace-less tennis shoes were on her feet. When he opened his eyes, she said, “White would have been better.”
 
“I will keep that in mind for the future. Shall we go down?” Blood splattered her.

Mechani-clones.
 
 

I've played mostly D&D and Pathfinder, but my heart is in Superheroes hahah. so after some research I found this system and it seemed cool so I figured I'd check it out!!

Not the most epic battle here...
 
 

Foxbat has featured in a number of silly adventures in past Champions campaigns of mine.
 
There's the one where he decided to kidnap Adam West and Burt Ward at a mall opening, and had his group (the Foxbat Five) dress up as various villains from the 1960s Batman TV show.  He also had the Photonic Optiocal Waveform (POW) hologram generator to produce visual sound effects (POW!  BAM!  CRASH!) throughout the fight.  Before even running into the Foxbat Five, the heroes had decided to ALSO dress up as Batman foes, and managed to pick the exact same 5 characters.
 
There's also the time he broke into the Federal Reserve - not to rob it so much as to replace the money inside with bundles of FoxbatCash with his face, and the faces of his Foxbat Force teammates, replacing the presidents.  Another "update" included the replacement saying "In Foxbat We Trust".
 
Had a non-Foxbat adventure where a group of vampires were trying to steal something that would have made them very powerful.  For the minion vampires, I included one who had been an Elvis impersonator before getting bit.  I rewrote the lyrics to a number of Elvis songs - Don't Step on My Blood Red Shoes, Undead Hotel, etc. and sang one of on each of his Phases.  Keeping in mind this was a minion, not the big bad or even one of her major minions... but half the hero team ganged up on Vampire Elvis just to shut him up. 

Here are some of the links I mentioned.
 
Star Hero - General
Star Hero - Bead And Dart Guns
Star Hero - Discussion - Higher Damage Weapons and More Protective Armor
Star Hero - Laser Weapons
 
2300 AD Hero
2300 AD Hero - Weapons
 
Dragonstar Hero
Dragonstar Hero - Cyberwear
 
Gamma World Hero
Gamma World Hero - Wasteland Hero - Artifacts and Equipment
Gamma World Hero - Wasteland Hero - Weapons
 
Judge Dread Hero
Judge Dread Hero - Lawgiver Stats
 
Hammer's Slammers Hero
Hammers Slammers Hero - Power Guns
 
Heavy Gear Hero
Heavy Gear HERO - Weapon Systems
 
Star Aria Hero - ***fully fleshed out campaign setting in PDF format***
Star Aria Hero - PDF
 
Starcraft Hero
Starcraft Hero - War Gear
 
Star Wars Hero
Star Wars Hero - Arms and Armor
 
Terracide Hero
Terracide Hero - Armor
Terracide Hero - Weapons
 
Traveller Hero
Traveller Hero - Arms and Armor
Traveller Hero - Laser and High Energy Weapons
Traveller Hero - Non-Energy Weapons
Traveller Hero - Vehicle Energy Weapons
 
Warhammer 40K Hero
Warhammer 40K Hero - Armor, Weapons, and Links
Warhammer 40K Hero - Space Marine Power Armor
Warhammer 40K Hero - Weapons
Warhammer 40K Hero - Weapons

“What do you think?”
 
“I think he's entirely serious. He doesn't like the director. In there,” Huntress pointed at the doors.
 
“Behind me. What do you have?” Paladin asked.
 
“Be still my fluttering heart, my knight,” Huntress teased. “Formaldehyde, blood, rot.”
 
“And you say I never take you anywhere fun,” he bantered back. “Christ...” Canisters big enough to hold an adult with a lot of room to spare, were lined up on either side. Some were broken, several were opened, a lot of them held the remains of failed experiments. “Visual record start.”
 
“Anything look like it makes sense?” Huntress asked.
 
“A lot of dead bodies. First canister opened, label reads 'VV1574'. Second opened canister, R4V3N. Strange.”
 
“What is?”
 
“There's space for at least one canister here. Marks on the floor show there was one.”
 
“Something on the floor there,” Huntress pointed it out. “Under the hose.”
 
Paladin knelt. “Got it. D0V3. The way these are marked. Version numbers?”
 
“Could be.” Huntress cocked her head and turned it slowly from side to side. “I hear something.”
 
“Augment sound,” Paladin said. “Ow! Cancel out the gunshots.” He listened. “Deeper in.”
 
Moving silently, Huntress headed further into the lab. “In here.”
 
Paladin stopped outside of the door. “Dan.”
 
“What is it?”
 
“Huntress and I are heading into a lab. The panel outside the door is marked '4V474' with a lower case r.”
 
“Avatar?”
 
“You know it?”
 
“Everyone we don't want having access to it seems to have access to it.”
 
“Copy that.”
 
“What is it?” Huntress asked.
 
Pushing against the door and finding it locked, Paladin said, “Bio enhancement. Project started under government overwatch. Nova Research was pushing for it. Can you open this? Never mind.” His hand slammed into the lock, sending something on the other side of the door clattering. “The government wanted assets it could use in the event of a war.”
 
“Kind of like the Liberty Brigade.”
 
“More like self-directing nukes.” He pushed the door open. “That looks like a sarcophagus.”
 
“That's where the sound is coming from.”
 
Paladin nodded. “I hear it. Like someone knocking.”
 
“It would be nice if we had some power.”
 
“Says the blind lady. There's a control panel.” Looking at the panel, he said, “It would be nice if it had some power.”
 
“I think I said that.” She listened. “That's not Morse code. Sounds more like a generic 'get me out of here'.”
 
“Auxiliary power. Standard coupling. Give me a second and...” The sarcophagus began to hum and they heard a scream from inside. “Stand clear. I'm going to open it and then cut the power again.”
 
He flipped a couple of switches and there was a whir of sound as the bolts holding the lid retracted. Fluid spilled out. The cover broke free and crashed into the door. Paladin retracted the power coupling.
 
The occupant of the sarcophagus collapsed to the floor, ripping the wire harness free from the interior. The nude form scrabbled trying to remove the mask that covered her head.
 
“Easy, miss,” Paladin said, trying to lend her a hand. The woman backhanded him sending him flying back into the control panel. Her hands went back to the mask.
 
Huntress flipped her baton out and tossed it. It connected with a button on the side of the mask before rebounding into her hand. She slipped it back into its holster. The girl lifted the front of the mask up and off her head. She tossed it to the side. It exploded against the wall, cracking the concrete.
 
“We're not here to hurt you,” Huntress said gently.
 
The girl tried unsteadily to stand. “You're not... Not...”
 
“Huntress,” Mentor said quietly. “The girl's name is Ashleigh Parks. She has been missing for the last twenty months.”
 
“And you have access to my useless equipment.”
 
“Apologies. Jason wanted me as extra eyes and ears. Just in case.”
 
“No harm, no foul.” Huntress took a tentative step forward. “Miss Parks. Ashleigh...”
 
“Ash. Where am I?”
 
Prying himself from the control panel, Paladin said, “Canada. Alberta.”
 
She hung her head. “Long way from home.”
 
“A long time away from home,” Huntress said. “Can you stand?”
 
“Trying,” she said, slowly pushing herself up. The floor under her knuckles cracked.

“Uh oh.”
 
“Lightning, sitrep,” Thomas ordered.
 
“Fourth quarter and the two-minute warning just sounded,” Lightning said.
 
“Explain.”
 
“We've got a time counting down. Four minutes twenty seconds...mark,” Pulsar said. “We have no idea what it is for, but since we are near the server room it shouldn't be that hard to guess.”
 
“Damn it.”
 
“Lightning, cart,” Pulsar said pointing. “Fill it up with anything that looks important and bring it to me. Mentor, override Lightning's HUD. Give him a fast path out. Calculate his travel time and give him a countdown of his own.” He pulled open the door to the server room. “RAIDs. Fun. Lightning, when your timer hits zero, you leave. No questions, no quibbles.”
 
“Got it.”
 
“What are you going to do, son?”
 
“Kick your ass if you don't stop calling me that!” Pulsar ran his fingers along the arrays, one row at a time, trailing crimson and disappearing each blade as his finger crossed it. It was the first time he had done such a thing and he wasn't sure there was going to be a limit to what he could take.
 
Lightning returned with a cart full of notebooks. Pulsar disappeared everything on the cart and Lightning went back for more. In between deliveries, Pulsar focused on the servers.

“I'm not sure how I'm going to get to sleep tonight.”
 
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Sharon asked.
 
Jen grinned. “It was awesome! I'm going to try to write down some of my thoughts. My English teacher sent me some preview stuff for next year. She wants me to write a composition about my adventures.” She gathered her shoes. “Good night.”
 
“Good night,” Jason and Sharon answered her. Jen headed off to her room.
 
Jason handed Sharon a wine glass. “Something bothering you? You didn't like it?”
 
“Thanks. I liked it just fine. As an action flick. As a historical documentary it was sorely lacking in truth.”
 
Chuckling, Jason said, “Based on. Officially, no one knows who Nightwraith was. Someone that might know who he was or what records he might have kept weren't available for interviews. So they take stuff that made the news, weave it together, and hopefully make a story that people will watch.”
 
“I was never his fluff piece!”
 
“Ah, so here it comes. You realize that as far as the public is concerned you are, at best, the original Huntress' twice-great granddaughter. If you're related at all.”
 
“We worked maybe three cases together.”

Still in bandeau bra and panties, Dani stood outside Jason's door. She pushed the button to announce her presence and was surprised that the door opened instead. She went inside.
 
The apartment was mostly dark. City lights filtered in through the windows, but no lights were on inside. There was a light coming through the not-quite-closed door to Jason's bedroom. Venturing closer, Dani saw Ash wearing Jason's Federation hockey jersey. She was curled up beside him. Jason had an arm around her and a hand on her knee where Ash had laid it on top of him.
 
“I really wish I hadn't left mine in the loft,” Ash said.
 
“I can see about getting you another one,” Jason said quietly.
 
Dani pushed the door farther open. “I”m sorry to intrude.”
 
“You aren't,” Ash said.
 
“Good,” Dani said. She climbed on the bed opposite Ash. “Why didn't you tell me what you were planning?” She lay down on her belly, feet up in the air, ankles crossed.
 
“Primarily, because it didn't concern you. Secondly, because I wasn't sure it would work.”
 
Dani waved her hand in front of his face. Jason deftly caught her wrist. “I thought you were blind.”
 
“That doesn't mean I can't feel the air moving from your hand.”
 
“Oh. Are you going to let me pay you back for this?”
 
Jason's arm went around her, and she pulled herself up so that he head was on his shoulder, mirroring Ash. “There's nothing for you to pay me back for.”
 
“You could have warned me. I would have worn something a lot less flammable. At the very least you owe me a new dress.”
 
“And you just know how much I hate taking you out to try on new dresses,” he teased.
 
“I am such a clothes horse.” Dani put her hand on Ash's leg and moved her fingers up over Ash's calf.
 
“Dani, I'm not saying I'm not interested. And I'm not saying I am interested. But I will not have you in a position where I could hurt you.”
 
“It's so hard.” She smiled at Ash. “It's okay. I much prefer my playmates to be interactive.”
 
“As long as you understand.”

The Corvette bucked and blood splashed the windscreen. “I'm hit!”
 
“How bad?” Jason spared a glance out of the corner of his eye.
 
“I don't know.”
 
“Drain the battery!”
 
“But the car...” Leah said weakly.
 
“Is a write-off!” He pulled the cover off a power outlet, grabbed Leah's hand and held it to the outlet. The car slowed with the loss of power. “Shield up as soon as you can!”
 
Leah nodded. Electricity snapped and popped around her, getting stronger the longer she pulled power from the car's battery. The helicopter swung around for another pass.
 
“Can you fly?”
 
“I think so,” Leah answered. Bullets ripped into the highway ahead of them. Jason turned into the guard rail. A crimson lance blasted through the rail from the driver's side of the car. There was little resistance from the rail when the car's momentum carried it through. The Corvette plunged to the surf below.
 
Jason and Leah both changed. Pulsar and Sparx flew away from the falling car.
 

“My dad was big on plans. Execution sometimes had issues. He actually built a transporter. Perfectly safe for humans. The only problem was dad couldn't get the range down. It was great for getting up to the research satellite and back. Or Mars if we had a unit there. I'm not sure what the maximum range would have been.
 
“But imagine if we can get the range down to manageable numbers. You're in the tower and you want to spend time with Kate, you step into the unit, dial up the farm, and there you are.”
 
“Jason, Warren has made me sit through enough episodes of Star Trek and the various Stargate shows that even I know that's a bad idea.”

The ax whistled through the air. The wood splintered and the ax was embedded in the stump. Jason tossed the pieces onto the pile and retrieved another log. Marlene watched as he levered the ax from the stump and set the log in place.
 
“Going to do the whole thing?” Marlene asked.
 
Shrugging, Jason said, “Might as well. It was already dead.” He glanced up at her and Marlene felt herself shiver as if a cold breeze caressed her. “What's on your mind?”
 
“I was wondering if we could talk. The twins are talking. Warren and Beth are off talking. Seems like the thing to do.”
 
“Where's Ash?”
 
Marlene smiled. “Listening to music.” Jason brought the ax down again. Leaving the ax in the stump, he gathered the splittings for the pile. Marlene sat in the chair. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”
 
Placing another log on the stump, Jason brought the ax up. The log sundered, he gathered the pieces. “I don't know. All I can say is that it feels right.”
 
“I guess I can't argue that. But why?”
 
Jason saw Kris flash through the air before diving back down towards the hot spring. “Showing Kari what she can do. Or maybe herself.” He turned his glance to Marlene. “Think about it. Where else can she go?”
 
“I could argue that it isn't your problem.”
 
“Our property changed her. It was done in our labs. Regardless of who was using them. We owe her.”
 
Marlene tilted her head to the side. “There's more to it, isn't there?”
 
Jason hung his head for a moment. With a crimson flash Jason brought out a journal. From the color of it Marlene knew it was one of Sandy's. He handed it to her and then went back to splitting wood. Marlene ran her hand over it. The blue color of it and the pattern felt comfortable to her. It perfectly matched her own in every way except the color. Hers were green.
 
Where Marlene's were mostly a collection of diaries, Sandy's held musings, songs, sketches, and the like. A diary, but Sandy had tended to put more into her journals than just daily events. Marlene felt the pang of grief that came when she thought about Sandy. She opened the book and began reading.

Marlene stopped at the door and turned to Leah. “Walk with me?”
 
Leah stared at Marlene. Walk with me? How many times had she asked Jason that? Leah shook her head to clear it. Marlene frowned. Leah smiled at her. “Sure.”
 
Stepping out on the porch Marlene received a questioning look from Trese. “I'm okay. Unless I sprouted horns or something.”
 
“Not that I've noticed. He's in the barn,” Trese said. Marlene nodded.
 
Leah came out, the screen door settling behind her. “Not the picnic table.” Marlene shook her head. Brad was sitting on it. Moving to the top of the steps, Leah looked down. “Dani said potholes. Those look like...”
 
“Post holes,” Marlene finished. “Down the lane?”
 
The two headed towards the road walking close together. “What do you want to talk about?”
 
“What are we going to do?”
 
Leah looked at Marlene from the corner of her eye. “About?”
 
“Jason. He still loves you.”
 
Looking down, Leah said, “I know.” Marlene turned to look at her. “Little things he's done. A carton of ice cream. Spending the weekend with me when the last thing he wanted was to be near me.”
 
Marlene grabbed Leah's wrist her turned her to face her. “Jason wasn't rejecting you. He was rejecting himself. He blames himself for what happened to you. He wants to be near you. He wants to touch you like he used to. Like when he spent the night in your bed...” Marlene stopped. “I'm sorry. I didn't... I should have realized that there was a bad occurrence attached to that.”
 
Leah nodded and looked down again. “He wants you.”
 
“He wants both of us.”
 
“He chose you. He won't put either of us in that situation.” It was Marlene's turn to nod. “What are you going to do?”
 
Giving her a pained smile, Marlene said, “I need to talk to him. I have something to tell him that I should have told him before.” She cast a glance back at the barn. “Then I get to see where I stand with him.”

I remember one Adventurers Club writeup for a character who had Regeneration which was fully invisible. The SFX was that damage would appear on his body as he took it and he would fall over "dead" at the appropriate time as if he didn't have any Regeneration (even though the Regeneration really was working in the background).
 
So he could be "killed". But if the heroes walked away for a while or called the coroner's office and flew away, the bad guy would eventually pop back up apparently fully healed between one moment and the next. And ready to go again.
 
I wanted to use that concept but never got around to it.
 
A zombie Superman sounds perfect for that power and SFX.
 
For some additional mischief, add a triggered costume change when he's fully revived. It might even take the heroes a while to figure out that they're fighting the same monster over and over rather than a series of different monsters.

Mr. Long was gracious enough to have sent me this and it arrived on the mail today.
 
Thank you again.