<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/e23WACC.png)</div><hr/>Name: Tabitha<br/>Where: Harbor<br/>Doing What: RINGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGNGG!<br/>2 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | 0 Emotional<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Making a magical chainsaw for use in an upcoming surgery! I love everything about the previous sentence!<br/><br/>Tapping "Not a real Doctor" distinction so hard here obviously.<br/><br/>Buddy D8 + "Not a real Doctor" D8 + Mimic D10 + Tech (And Magic!) Master D10 + Enhanced Strength D8 +Incredible Intuition D6<br/><br/>D10: 6, 4<br/>D8:  3, 2, 5<br/>D6:  1 (For the GM!)<br/><br/><br/>Result of 11 and Effect Die of D12 due to step up. <br/><br/><br/>Also unless Bess is genuinely a nice person I think I hit the Milestone for recruiting a Supervillain already for another 3xp.<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>The hair was majestic! A doctor with wonderful hair and a fondness for Tabitha's ideas? This obviously not at all evil demoness was some seriously prime date material and Tabby was going to be sure to pick all the right dialogue options. Right now though?<br/><br/>It was time to practice medicine.<br/><br/>The front doors to the battle damaged building slowly tipped off their hinges and crashed to the ground, throwing up a little puff of white smoke that two silhouettes calmly strode out through, Tabitha casually twirling a finger in the air as green sparks trailed behind it. This was usually not a good sign for anyone who knew her well.<br/><br/>Cars and Trucks began to rip themselves apart, spitting licks of green fire as the pieces assembled themselves into gear filled Kronenburg creatures that limped, glided and slithered over to Tabitha and threw themselves into each other with teeth chattering crunches of metal and bright blazes of iridescent arcane fire. There was a method to the madness, Tabitha's hands gently guiding pieces into position and assembling machinery out of the mess of engines, gears, glass and plating. The device was easily three times the size of Tabitha, but she lifted it with just one hand on the handle, a pull chain forming just as she reached down to grab it out of a drive chain and a few cigarette lighters.<br/><br/>Every yank of that chain had the swirling maelstrom of machinery snap into place, forming a long blade to go with the mini bumper she was using as a handle. Engine pieces flowed down across the long flat blade into the handle and began to create a roaring engine that belched forth both diesel and gas fumes from the tailpipes that massed around it. Windscreens split, cracked and melted and reformed all along the blade to give it some teeth and with one last pull of the chain the teeth found their place among the chains running along the blade and span into action, cutting a groove into the ground that spat out fiery green sparks before Tabitha pulled the gigantic chainsaw out of the ground and sliced a flatbed in half just getting it round to point at the Kraken.<br/><br/>"Sorry I'm late everyone!" Tabitha yelled over the roar of her new device, "The Doctor is now in session."<br/><br/><br/><br/>