Archive:>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/32329978/QM's Twitter>https://twitter.com/Blind_InkYou are Mason Page, an 18 year old living in New York City. You inherited powers from your Great Grandfather, an infamous supercriminal, Jones Page, or as he was known for decades, The Ink. To honor the memory of your Great Grandfather, you have been training, harnessing your power, to become the next great supercriminal. Using ink as your medium, you have mastered using Pens as Darts, using both finesse and force to make it as lethal of a weapon as any, and more recently, have been learning to control Rats, forcing ink into their muscles and skin and blood.The sun is shining through your bedroom window on this early Saturday morning, gleaming off of the black screen of the television across from your bed. Your phone remains silent beside you, the only sound coming from the kitchen beyond your door, the sounds of sizzling bacon and eggs, your father must be making the two of you a meal. Laying back into your bed, your mind is overcome with various thoughts, about you, and your future. There are quite a few things on your plate, which will need to be dealt with, or you want to deal with. Twirling a textbook in the air, you go over the issues once more.>cont.
Your father has made passing mentions of college plans to you, how he wants you to send in applications, try to get into a nice university. With only a couple months of school left, you should probably do that now, if you are going to do that at all.You also need a new place to train. After weeks and months of heading into alleys deep in the city after classes, you feel as though it might make more sense to acquire somewhere inside, inconspicuous, and otherwise convenient to practice. That way, you could keep rats for weeks or months at a time, instead of just using the ones that you happen across. From there, you'd be able to make plans and projects, developing devices and tools to have at your disposal.Which leads into another thought. You had met a man only a few days before, in a white coat, gasmask, and military boots, who stole some various electronics and other parts from a thrift store. The two of you talked, and you spoke of how he was going to bomb... somewhere. Using those spare parts, broken electronics, a coathanger, and a microwave. That night, you had seen on the news that a local Bestbuy had been bombed, with an unknown amount of expensive electronics vanishing from the scene. That was, most likely, him. Maybe, if you got in contact with this man, you could form a sort of... sparring team, if you will. Someone with which to practice and plot with. A valuable ally. Possibly a friend.You come back to the problem of College. Though it might be handy to go, keep up appearances, learn a trade, maybe some sciences and studies in a field that could prove useful to your... cause. But to do that, it would cut back on training, stunting the rapid power growth you've experienced over the past months. It was at this point you decided you must tackle these issues. Which task will you prioritize?> College> Base of Operations> Bomber Guy> Other -input-
>>32481103Fuck college, we can take online courses or something.> Base of Operations
> Base of OperationsSitting up from your bed, you decide which task is of the highest priority. To train efficiently, to secure a place to hide stolen goods, and plan crimes, you need a base of operations. It won't be easy, but the sooner it gets done, the better. As you dress yourself, you think of some ways to secure such a place, a place of low to no scrutiny, if possible, hopefully one that can't get traced back to you. That puts a Storage unit out of the question.Your next thought is that you could find an abandoned building, one that has been mostly forgotten about by the city. One with no other occupants, somewhere that you could get into quietly, without being noticed.Or possibly, you could pick up an alias, rent or buy a small place in the cheaper parts of town, where there is high criminal activity. Somewhere that nobody would notice or care that you are rarely there. Something like an old meth den. Getting the money would be difficult, but it's possible.Maybe, you think, you could get a van or other vehicle of some kind. You have a license. It would be mobile, you could bring it wherever you would need it to be, and you could dump it when you no longer needed it.But which one to pursue?> Abandoned Building> Shack in the Slums> Van> Other -input-
>>32481399> Abandoned Building
FUCK YEAR WORM CHARACTER IN PARODY SETTING IS GO >[X] van
>>32481399>> Abandoned Building
>>32481399>> Other -input-An empty well. Ink Slide to the bottom, then hollow it out.
Waiting for a Tie Breaker.
>> [X] Abandoned BuildingGoing to have to build some kind of hidden cache to store things, if other people come around.
> VanDeciding a Van would be the most practical, you stop for a moment, considering how to get one. You need some money, which would be the bulk of it, and you can acquire in a variety of ways. Theft is the first option that pops into your head, but it seems a bit too high risk at this moment, so that idea goes to the wayside. You could get a job, save up for it, but that might take an awful long time. You'd need another approach. Possibly, you could steal the car. But using a stolen Van would make it risky to use. No other ideas come to you, so you consider the three, less than ideal, options.> Steal the Money> Steal the Car> Get a Job> Other -input-
>>32481743> Steal the Money
>>32481743> Steal the Money> OtherTry to find the bomber guy and ask if he can help or give any advice, for stealing shit or just crime life in general.
>>[X] Other Find the man in the white mask and see if we could do a job together.He seems to have more experience with getting away with crimes at the moment, so we might be able to gain some practical knowledge as well as having a higher chance at getting away with the crime.
>>32481743STEAL THE MONEYAND >>32481803
> Steal the Money> Find Gas Mask Guy firstStealing the money is the best way to go, you feel certain. But you have only stolen so much, possibly 50 dollars worth of Pen and Ink, barely enough to make you a criminal. Stealing thousands of dollars is a little too much for you to handle. However, you know someone who has stolen quite a lot. The man in the Gas Mask. If you could find him, make a connection, you might be able to pull this off. Networking.But finding him might be slightly difficult. You met him once, and followed him through some alleys. That might give you some clue as to where he is, but not enough. You could try and get into the Best Buy, which is currently being 'renovated' since the bombing. It's possible that he left something that could give you an idea on how to find him. Not likely, but possible. With those two options, you sit back down, pondering for a few more moments.> Search the Alleys> Search the Bestbuy> Other -input-
>>32481989>Search the Bestbuyhopefully we can find a clue.
>>32481989>> Search the Alleys
>>32481989> Search the Alleys
>>32481989>> Search the AlleysI kinda want to steal the van and turn it into the one from Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy.
Searching the Alleys, Writing Now
> Search the AlleysYou decide that there is little chance you could find anything at the Bestbuy, and decide its best to search those Alleys, where they lead, and try to see if you can't get some idea as to where he is. You finally step out of your room, to see the kitchen table has various plates of foods. Bacon, Pancakes, Eggs, and a pitcher of Juice. Your father is just beyond the living room, washing various pans. "Oh, son, your up! I made us breakfast!" He says, smiling widely at you. "Thanks, I guess." You mumble in response. Turning off the sink, he steps over to the table."You can help yourself. I was hoping after breakfast, maybe we could hang out? Do some Father Son stuff. Maybe talk about possible Colleges." Cringing slightly, you sit down, filling your plate up with some food. "So, son, what do you say?"Looking down at your plate, you think about how to handle this.> Be Gentle, and Lie about plans> Be Harsh, say nothing about plans> Decide to hang with him> Other -input-
>>32482207>lie and say you had plans to do something with a girlMight work
>>32482207> Decide to hang with himWe can do the alley stuff at any other point.Plus, the guy was wearing a mask but we did talk to him for a bit. We might recognize him on the street, and he might recognize us.It'd be cool to run into him, and Dad won't be suspicious.
>>32482207>> Be Gentle, and Lie about plansSorry Dad, One of my friends tried to commit suicide last night. I kinda want to be there. Maybe next time.
>>32482207>>[X] Decide to hang with himIt is better that we have a good relationship with our father, so that he will provide us a good character witness and possibly an alibi if we were to get implicated in something in the future
>>32482250I actually used this line a couple times. It has never failed me.
>>32482240>and Dad won't be suspicious.if we just lie and run out.Forgot to add that bit.>>32482259Also a good idea. Seconded.
>>32482207>[x] Decide to hang with him
> Decide to hang out with him"Sure, dad. We can hang out today. What do you want to do?" You say, forcing a smile, cutting up some food. His face lights up, his grin as wide as possible, it seems he's almost fighting back tears. "Oh, wow, that's great! I have some ideas. We can go to the movies, there is this new Captain Genesis movie if you'd like. Maybe we could go to the park, play some catch? We haven't done that in years. What would you like to do, son?" None of those are particularly appealing to you, but neither is spending the day with your father, really. So, choking down a mouthful of eggs, you respond.> Go see a Movie> Go to the Park> Other -input-
>>32482437> Go see a Moviefuck yea captain genesis
>>32482437>> Go to the ParkBomber Guy is probably planning on blowing up the theater so...
>>32482437>> Other "Let's do both Dad!"Both of those things will distract him from his main topic of talking about college.
>>32482461Fuck you man, college is important.
>>32482437>> Go to the Parkexerciser is good
>>32482437> Go to the ParkWork out!
>>32482460>Not using the opportunity to meet bomb guyAnd before you whine about explosions being dangerous, if we can propel a pen through concrete we can make ourselves an ink shield. Just grab some printer ink before we go.
>>32482517I'm worried about dad, not ourselves.
>>32482531fuck that loser
>>32482531Two things of printer ink then?
>>32482531I think he'll be fine.If not, then we've just got heroic motivation to fight bad guys (as a cover for our real, villainous efforts)
> Go to the Park"Let's go to the Park." You say to him, finishing off your plate. "It would be nice to get some sun and exercise for a change." He smiles at you, and grabs the dishes off the table. "I'll take care of these. Go get ready, and then we'll head to the park! Afterwards, we can get some lunch, talk about college stuff." Groaning internally, you go to your room and shut the door. You grab your bag, still with some amount of pens and ink inside, as well as some various schoolwork. You brush your teeth and do the other various personal grooming before you are ready to head out.Your father, dressed in khaki shorts and a bright red tee, holding a bag quite similar to yours, is standing by the door. "All right, son, let's get going!" Feeling you've made a mistake, you follow him out the door and down the steps of the complex. You walk for some time, no more than an hour, before you reach the grassy fields of the park. The sun is bright and warm, with a light breeze keeping the air at a very nice temperature, the shade from various trees housing small family picnics. There are quite a lot of children here on this early morning, running and playing and shouting. Leading you to an empty spot under an old oak tree, you set your things down, and start passing the ball with your father.>cont.
You spend a while tossing the ball back and forth, barely listening to your fathers chatter, only really hearing the occasional "Nice catch, son!" and "I wish your mother were here to see this!". The children off in the park move about, playing with their own fathers, and each other. Momentarily, some police sirens rush by, but go off into the far distance.Not long after that, a loud boom is heard from the air as a figure moves about, before landing off in the streets. A large armored van screeches as it is pushed off onto its side, rolling into the park, and smashing into a tree by the entrance gates. Captain Genesis floats down to it, ripping into its hull, and pulling out five men in skin tight suits and ski masks. One pulls a gun on him, only to be disarmed."You don't see this in person every day," your father says, stepping towards the growing crowd.> Suggest you two leave> Move up to the Crowd> Leave without your Dad> Other -input-
>>32482925> Move up to the CrowdWe gotta watch this.
>>32482925> Other -input-Sit and watch
>>32482925> Move up to the Crowd
>>32482925>> Move up to the crowdFront row seat to the opposition.
>>32482925>> Suggest you two leaveyea lets get away form Captain Collateral Damage
>>32483240I just hope Bomber Bro isn't in the van.
>>32483256ink is on dollars wind could blow one into Cap ass face eyes at any moment its best if you can't tell our help from random chance.
> Move up to the CrowdThinking to get a closer look, see what the opposition is really like, you throw your bag over your shoulder, and walk with your dad to the crowd. You see this large armored truck, military grade, smashed into the ground and a tree, wheels still spinning. Pushing past the children, you can see it up close. These five men, three of them with assault rifles, are on the ground, the side of the van ripped open. Captain Genesis reaches down to the men, grabbing two of them and holding them in the air. "This is what you get when you mess with Justice!" he shouts, bashing their heads together, forcing them into unconsciousness, a small amount of blood trickling down their faces, before throwing them into the dirt.One of them, gun in hand, drops his rifle, whips out a pistol, and rushes into the crowd. He reaches around your fathers throat, and puts a pistol up to the side of his temple. "One more move Captain Jackass and this guy gets his brain splattered onto these kids!" He shouts, his voice shaking quite a lot. Your father, paralyzed by fear, does nothing more than look you directly in the eyes. Genesis stands frozen, the other two men scrambling to their feet. "Nick, Chris, get the money out of the Van." He says, gun still against your fathers head. The two men crawl back through the large ripped hull of the van, the entire crowd silent and frozen.What do you do?> Attack the Robbers with Power> Attack the Robbers without Power> Talk to the Robbers> Say something: "input"> Other -input-
>>32483350> Attack the Robbers with Power
>>32483350well shit, turns out we shouldn't have gone to the park guys.>[X] attack the Robbers with Power.He's our dad damnit, even if he bothers us about college he's our own flesh and blood. Use some of the pens to stab him in the hand and arm, hopefully causing him to drop the gun in surprise. then we beat the everliving fuck out of him.
>>32483350Tell the robber to take us hostage instead, he will presumably take us into the van when the others finish loading the money back inside and then we can hijack it using ink powers. Or he could just blow our brains out and drive away.
>>32483350>[x] Attack the Robbers with Power
>>32483350>> Say something: "input"Offer ourselves up instead of our father. I don't want to use our powers in front of everyone. Especially in front of a superhero who will probably be hunting us when we start our villainry.
>>32483350>>32483485Also, if we can take the ink out of one of the cartridges and keep it on our person we can pull it up and into the gun and use it to clog it up, pull the bullet out or just soak the propellant so that it won't ignite.
> Attack the Robbers with PowerYou're not just going to stand by and let this happen to your father, are you? Not one person is making a move, and Captain Genesis is completely paralyzed. That idiot is stunned by literally the simplest trick in the book of crime. You won't let this happen. Closing your eyes, you concentrate on the ink in your bag.What attack do you use?> Pen Darts> Ink Puppet> Other -input-
>>32483603And I forgot to add roll 1d100, best of the first 3.
>>32483603>> Other -input-Abort. Offer our-self instead. Don't use our fucking powers in front of everyone. Holy shit how stupid.
>>32483350>> Attack the Robbers without Powerink up through the ground into shoe into foot take control and get the gun off dad
Rolled 4>>32483603> Ink PuppetRolling>>32483630I wanna be the hero.jpg
Rolled 86>>32483603>[x] Ink Puppet
>>32483630I agree with this. If we must use them then just use some ink to clog his pistol or something.
>>32483677>I wanna be the hero.jpgThen you're in the wrong quest, mother fucker.
>>32483603Death to those who would oppose us!>[X] Ink Puppet
>>32483677>>32483681>>32483721All right then, ink puppet. But at least make him tripping and shooting himself in the mouth seem like an accident.
>>32483699>Then you're in the wrong quest, mother fucker.You mean this isn't a quest about a kid trying to be a hero and redeem his power's reputation?NO WAY
>>32483771Looks like Ink Puppet. Writing now.
> Ink Puppet, rolled 86You've had enough of practicing on rats. With a burst of rage, you let out a yell, breaking the silence, ink ripping out from your bag, and gripping onto the robbers arm, shredding his sleeve, gun still in hand. As it burrows into his skin, he drops to his knees, letting out a scream, your father jumping away. The rest of the crowd flees, as Genesis stares, in a state of both awe and confusion. After only a mere second, the mans entire arm is a dark black, writhing as you command. Training the gun on his allies, you force his finger down. Bang. Bang.The bullets peel through the air, smashing into the arm of one, and the chest of the other, both dropping to the ground in pain, and finally, you pull the gun to his temple. His screams don't let down for even an instant. At this moment, you realize what exactly you have done. Your father, in a state of pure fear, only a few feet away, and Captain Genesis standing over the two men you had gotten shot. The entire crowd dispersed, and it seems as though police cars are on their way, sirens getting ever closer.> Kill the Man and Flee> Let him Go and Flee> Other -input-
>>32483992>> Let him go and fleeWell that could have gone better
>>32483992>> Kill the Man and Flee
>>32483992>[x] Let him Go and Flee
>>32483992>> Kill the Man and FleeAlready fucked up by showing our power. Might as well go all the way.
>>32483992>[X] Kill the man and FleeLooks like we're jumping town boys
>>32483992> Kill the Man and Flee
>>32483992"Don't touch my fucking family.">flee
Rolled 17>>32483992>> Let him Go and Fleeor shoot him in the gut live with a colostomy bag ass hat
> Kill the Man and FleeYou look at the man, directly in the eyes. His screams do not detract from the pleading look in his eyes, water bubbling through the mask. His screams silence for just a moment, as he speaks. "Please don't, just, don't, please." With the Sirens getting louder, you make a quick decision. "Nobody hurts my family." His eyes widen in the splits second before death, as he thunks to the ground, a lifeless husk, blood sprayed across the grass and dew. Looking up to your father, you can see only horror in his eyes, completely still. Without a word, you retract the ink from the dead mans hand, and run off, the police cars coming even closer.Nobody seems to follow you, not even Captain Genesis. You run for what seems like hours, until you finally come to a place you feel comfortable. Deep in the alleys, where you first met the man in a Gas Mask, you lean against the cold cement walls, taking a deep breath. You don't feel sad or guilty, or even worried. Your mind only contemplates on your next move. Where do you go now? Sitting down, you spend some time to think about things.You had just killed a man, or rather, forced him to kill himself. You have only twenty dollars on you, some pens and ink, and some physics homework. What are you to do now?> Leave Town> Find a place to Hide> Other -input-
>>32484323Find Bomberman. We need a friend.
>>32484323>> Other -input-Find Bomberman
>>32484379This and finding a place to hide would be great too.
>>32484379This and finding a place to hide.
> Find Bomberman, and Find a place to hideKilling two birds with one stone. You are in no position to go anywhere, and you still need to prove yourself. The man with the Gas Mask, you helped him out, maybe he can help you. If you find him, he might be able to give you a place to stay, maybe even spar with you. It looks like your new plan is the old plan. Standing up, you can't help but notice that the rats have stopped coming to this alley entirely. You quickly dismiss the thought, and focus your priorities. He has to live nearby, otherwise he would have gotten caught with those stolen goods. Let's see if there are any clues...>Roll 1d100, best of the first 3
Rolled 48>>32484583DON'T FAIL ME NOW.
Rolled 23>>32484599Well now I guess I should refrain from rolling for awhile.
>Rolled 48You spend hours scouring the alley ways, mapping them out in your head. You learn that there are three different places of residence here, two with fire escapes leading up. Both are about the same distance from the theft, and follow the same basic path, up until a fork. Both are apartment complexes, and are relatively indistinguishable. One is called The Ville, the other Studio North. Neither sound like appealing complexes to live in. Which do you decide to investigate further?
Somehow deleted this.> The Ville> Studio North> Other -input-
>>32484757>>32484731Well then. I'm doing a coinflip.The Ville it is.
> The VilleYou, unsure of which one, pick at random, climbing up the ladder against the stone walls. You pull yourself up to the second of three floors, and pry open the loose window. You enter, the smell of gasoline and tobacco filling the halls. You wander up and down the stairs, looking at the various doors. Hopefully, he lives here, though there isn't much sign so.>1d100, best of 3.
>>32484323Wow, is this MC stupid. Well, and /tg/ of course. Way to blow our cover even before starting our career as a supervillain, and in such a spectacularly stupid way as well.In any case: Given that all previous plans are in ruin, now that there are more than a dozen eye-witnesses including Captain Genesis, we need to go fast.>>32484323How far away are we from home? If it only takes a few minutes, go there and pack. We need money most, and our father will forgive us if we take what we find. We also need food and perhaps two changes of clothes. Enough to keep us alive for a couple days.>>32484379Then we seek out that guy. Some general ideas I have had:>Ink senseCan we feel Ink? I'd guess so, given that we have some fine control even if we cannot see it. I'd be curious to know if we can also sense ink we are not currently manipulating. That could be a pretty useful power for various reasons. One of them would be marking something in a way that is invisible to the eye.>What can we even manipulate?We know we can manipulate wet ink, dried ink (printed letters) and ink mixed with other things (eg. rat-blood). We cannot manipulate all other colored liquids, otherwise we could have directly manipulated the blood. I assume we would know if we could manipulate paint. Therefore, I assume that it's some component of industrial ink that we are actually manipulating.>Applications of inkGiven that we can quickly stain and clean things, we could stain our clothes and our skin with ink before committing any heists. Afterwards we can just remove the stain and walk away clean.Another idea is to practice making mist. Kind of like a squid, we could create a black mist to hide or run away. Depending on how well we can sense ink, and therefore shapes within the ink, we could still move about and 'see'.I think that's enough for now.
>Rolled 78You spend a small amount of time on each floor, investigating each door and each hall, for clues as to the whereabouts of your soon to be ally. Finding nothing remarkable on most of them, you feel as though you won't find anything. But finally, you come to a door. The door itself looks as if it is newer than the rest, like it has been replaced. From beyond it, you can small gasoline and smoke, with a faint humming noise just beyond that. This, you think, might be it.> Knock> Open the Door> Other -input-
>>32485252> Knock> Other"Hey, it's me."
>>32485124And auto-update wasn't on... Please ignore the first part.>>32484989I wonder how we could convince bomberman that we are not just a huge liability. Our powers are awesome, but attacking and killing armed forces in front of genesis, out of anger, and while loudly admitting that our father is our weakness, will put us on the radar of pretty much everyone
> KnockYou gently knock on the door, with an eerie silence that follows. As you prepare to knock again, you hear a voice on the other side."Who is it? What do you want?" The voice says, sounding frustrated."Hey, it's me." You respond. The silence continues for a few more moments, until you hear latches on the door sliding off, and it creaks open. The man is wearing a ratty coat, worn and torn, with heavy rubber gloves. His looks to be in his thirties, with short black hair, insomnia rings of a deep purple. Behind him you see the place is filled with televisions and various video game consoles, not hidden properly at all."You? How did you find me?" He nearly shouts, sliding the door closer to shut."It was mostly luck, I think." You put your foot in the door, preventing it from closing."What do you want?" He grumbles, pulling a Gas Mask over his face.> "I need help."> "I want to help you."> Other -input-
>>32485510> "I need help."> "I want to help you.""I was thinking we could help each other out."
>>32485510> "I need help."> "I want to help you."We need both.
Rolled 83>>32485510"I need help, and I want to help you. Soon it's going to start appearing on the news - who I am and what I've done. That's okay, but I have to get away from there now. I need a mask and a new face, somewhere to stay. In return I can give you all of the help I can and the benefit of my power. I wouldn't be asking if I didn't mean it. Honour amongst thieves and all that, right?"
>>32485268I really wonder whatever happened to my suggestion in the first thread:To hide the truth of our power at any cost and use it to emulate other abilities.Oh well though. We can still do that. Heck, we disappear, lay low for a while and never make a rampant display of our Ink puppet ability -ever- again.We. Never. SHOW. It. Again.
>>32485600Newfriends, I guess.
Rolled 10>>32485510>> "I need help.">> "I want to help you."lets become the greatest criminals ever please tell me we inked some money towards us as we ran.
>>32485600I remember. Wasn't here for the beginning of the thread though. Even if we wanted to attack the guy for holding a gun to father's head, we could have done so stealthily. Not to mention that Captain Genesis has a decent track-record of keeping people alive. I'm giving it about 25% probability that those guys were acting.>>32485713More like normal questlings I'd say. Unless someone makes a plan, that's the above is the usual approach tg takes.
>>32485787Or we could've let our father die and became batman.Only, we would've directed our hate towards the hero that didn't do shit.
>>32485812Well I thought of a way we could have gotten both the money and a van we would probably have had to dump but it came too late I guess.
"I was thinking we could help each other out." You say, grinning at his now masked face. He remains still, but finally opens the door all the way, and gestures for you to come in. His house is messy, to say the least. Everything is cluttered, with various bits of wires and household devices strewn about the house, half taken apart half mixed together. In this first room, it is filled more than ninety percent with boxes of LCD and Plasma televisions, varying in sizes. Some have been cracked, others have been taken apart, and most are still in boxes. You can also see at least 40 different PS4s, still in box.He leads you into another room, with tiled floors and various desks, which is mostly organized. On some of the desks, there are sketches and designs for various things, one labeled very clearly as "Death Ray", and each one with boxes of parts. He points to a chair, and you sit, him sitting across from you."So," he says, his voice echoing from the mask, "How can I help you?"You sigh. "I need a mask, a new face, and someplace to stay. I can't be recognized, I can't be seen. I did something, and it will be on the news, and now people will know what I am.""And what are you?" He questions."I have powers, and I used them.""I understand. What do I get in return for helping you?" He twiddles his fingers, a grin is underneath that mask, you're sure."I can help you. I have powers, and I am good at using it.""I see." He stands from his chair, and exits the room. For a few moments, you sit quietly, and he returns, tossing you a sleeping bag. His mask is off, as are the gloves and boots."You can stay with me, but you must do what I say when I say. We will discuss that more in the morning.""Alright," you respond, happy you have a place to stay. And possibly a friend."You may call me Doctor Apocalypse. How should I address you?">Call me -input-
>>32485842I saw that and it was fucking legit. But i didn't get here soon enough to support it and no one else seemed to want to switch their vote.
>>32485846>>Call me -input-Kars
>>32485846>Call me -input-Dye
Rolled 10>>32485846Call me The Puppeteer.
>>32485846>Call me Bob
>>32485846>Call me Kraken
Rolled 3>>32485846Dye D-Y-E spell it out its both ink and death perfect
>>32485939I support this.
>>32485957>>32485939Either of these. They make the most sense.
I hate superhero names. They're all bad. Can we call ourselves Mark or something.
It's between Blot and Dye. Need some tie breakers
>>32485976super-villain not super-heroAlso I support Blot
>>32485985I'm fine with either one.
>>32485985Dye its more -villain like blot sounds like your setting up for bolting out crime
Voting for Dye
>>32485921I like this.But. I don't like that we're still revealing our powers so easily.Have you no sense of secrecy?/tg/ is an awful supercriminal.
>>32485859Well maybe next time. Also, we should try to use our powers more creatively and subtly, we could get an ink-thrower to more effectively disperse the medium by which we use our powers. We could get ink-grenades, hell, we could probably soak some kevlar armor in ink and use that to harden it. Just some suggestions to the anons in this thread.
>>32485939Blot for our new friend who will know our powers.For the rest of the world, we need another name. Depending on how we want to use our powers we can use a certain name.>Inform your new evil scientist boss that if he gives us some metal shells filled with ink, we can use them like bullets.>Inform him that we want to keep the true nature of our powers hidden and that we are currently looking for ways to use it without being found out.
>>32485985Blot to our accomplices.
>>32486040We might be on the news already.Oh well.
Writing now. Blot, for now.
>>32486080Doesn't matter if we're doing an ALTER EGO.THat said.>>32486040I'm changing my vote to Stone, in reference to "Mason."Stone is simple, it's something that doesn't necessarily get noticed, and if we hide our identity we could emulate super strength and other BS.
>>32486035>>32486036Why did blot win?Ugh, Dye is so much cooler.
>>32486112>Doesn't matter if we're doing an ALTER EGO.Captain Genesis or whatever saw us kill that guy.He knows, he'll tell.And Stone is outvoted.
"You can call me Blot, for now." You say, grinning at him. He smiles back, and walks off. I guess this is where you are sleeping. Right next to the Death Ray parts. You don't mind, but it's a little unsettling. Your training with Doctor Apocalypse will start tomorrow. Until then, you can sleep. Or, you think, looking at the room you're in, you could examine the parts, try to see what all the Doctor is building. Or possibly, you could do some practicing on your own. There is still quite a lot of pens and ink in your bag.> Sleep> Look at Blueprints> Train> Other -input-
>>32486040Aye. We need another public persona.>>32486112Stone sounds good. May I suggest some heavy armor and perhaps weapons with dried ink inside to carry it?
With our ink powers, we can easily blind people by forcing ink into their eyes and having it dry inside their corneas.Trying to think of other sinister things our powers can do.
>>32486163> TrainBlot is a shitty name.
>>32486163Train. >Stain a piece of paper with ink. Let it dry, then use it to manipulate the paper. If we can use 'invisible' dried ink possible applications are huge.>Try to create a mist made of ink.>Try to sense what we are doing. We can still manipulate ink that we cannot see, what is the limit on this? What is our range?
>>32486163>TrainWe will have time to review his blueprints later, and anyway, it might be seen as hostile to our new comrade.
>>32486214Adding to this because of how stupid the MC seems to be:>Don't stain any papers that have something written on them>Keep anything harmful (like the mist) away from all contraptions. Liquids and electronics don't go along well, neither do ink and blueprints.>Don't do any strength training. I'd will only end in tears.
>>32486161You're obviously braindead.See, what I'm angling from.>See kid use ink powers to protect his father but use them to puppet and kill three men. Alright, you have an ID on this kid.>New villain surfaces that has powers of flight, punches through walls, and has a bomber that's loosely affiliated. Calls himself Blackstone. (Like an inkstone, eh?)In my case, the alter ego is what's going to keep us and our father unaffiliated with future crimes.Now in that second case, we could make it.>See kid use ink powers to protect his father but use them to puppet and kill three men. Alright, you have an ID on this kid.>New villain surfaces that uses ink powers to puppet people. Calls himself blot. Like an inkblot.You need precisely two superhero braincells to make that connection.
>>32486267The MC isn't stupid, just /tg/
>>32486173>Stone sounds good. May I suggest some heavy armor and perhaps weapons with dried ink inside to carry it?That sounds awesome.
>TrainYou decide that some training is in order, get some more practice before you do some real training tomorrow. Get a better idea of what you can do to show the Doctor what you are truly capable of. You approach a cleared table, stack on some empty papers, and set out the pens and ink. What kind of Training do you want to Focus in?> Force> Precision> Utility> Specific Ability (Pen Darts, Ink Puppet, Ink Sense, etc.)> Other -input-
Rolled 7> Sleep
Well, the identity thing has given us a reason to get tattoos all over our face.
>>32486305The MC is only as smart as /tg/.
>>32486310How about we make a ultrathin barrier of ink and try to stop projectiles with it?
>>32486310Train giving ourselves tatts and levitating. Or staining our clothes with ink and doing the same. I realize that ink in blood is still poison.Strength and durability come after.
>>32486293>Kid has superpowers and kills people>Runsaway>New supervillain shows up>Must be that kid.Easier connection, dumbass.
>>32486310>Inksense>Dried Ink>MistIn order of preference.
>>32486386No because effing anyone could be the supervillain.Plausible deniability dumbass.
>>32486417>No because effing anyone could be the supervillain.Most likely that kid Captain Genesis/Galaxy saw kill some people.
Anyway, the MC only knowingly killed one person (the guy we shot in the temple). That and how does anyone know that our powers are ink based--all they saw was a darkness that creeped up the guy's arm and controlled him.
>>32486440Until confirmed. Which it needn't ever be.>>32486293I presented the freaking ID. Are you going to show obvious powers over ink or not?Because you're still sounding pretty dumb right now.
>>32486384We currently only possess poisonous ink. I suggest waiting with tats until we have enough precision to have the ink remain in the outer parts of our skin and to not rip apart said skin.Second idea has merits, though.>>32486386Not necessarily. Especially if the powers don't seem to match. I would also suggest lying low for a couple of weeks, but doubt that will be possible.
>>32486449>all they saw was ink flow up a guys arm and kill himwow, I wonder how they'll suspect it was ink.
>>32486449The ink cartridge exploded.
It seems like votes are in for Ink Shield, Ink Sense, and using Ink Dyed Clothes for Levitating.Vote.> Ink Shield> Ink Sense> Inked Clothes
>>32486310I get the feeling we should ask Dr. Apoc permission before we try anything. try soaking the ink in our clothes to act as aprotection.
>>32486449Our Granddad was a very famous supervillain with ink-based powers. Even that one kid in school found that out.>Regarding usefulness of alter ego.Of course it won't be perfect and will probably only delay the inevitable. It's better than nothing.I personally would think about how to start a career with our original identity and fake our death. But I doubt the MC could pull that off.
>>32486484What ink cartridge? All that was shown was that the ink exploded out of our backpack. The only source that anyone else saw was a dark thing coming from out backpack and ran up the guy, controlling him.Seriously, do you guys think that some casual observer will be able to identify what the dark, possible fluid from a distance, just by sight?
How about buying some tattoo ink as soon as possible with our first payday.
>>32486555>Ink sense>>32486569Again: our Grandfather was famous, his powers are known, we left our dad there. Even a freaking schoolchild made the connection. Captain Genesis will know.
>>32486555> Inked Clothes
>>32486592I don't see a huge benefit compared to using our clothes or armor / inkstained implements.
>>32486555>> Ink Shield
I fail to see how ink clothes or an ink shield is really going to help. Seeing as how it's liquid.
>>32486633>I fail to see how ink clothesAn arsenal always on us, disguised as clothes or images on our clothes.
Ink shield wins out. Writing now
>>32486555>> Inked Clothes
>>32486633The ink shield seems kind of stupid to me as well, given how thanks to the low cohesiveness of ink our control of that tiny bit of ink hit by a bullet would need to be strong enough to withstand the whole force. Carrying a shield made of something solid seems far more reasonable.But who am I to bring logic to a quest...
>>32486709that's why we're practicing it
>>32486709Maybe if you actually brought valid logic we wouldn't think you were stupid.
>>32486709Well I feel like the idea of an ink shield wouldn't be to stop the bullets dead, and more to deflect them so that they don't hit us
>Ink ShieldYou consider some thoughts you've had before, on how to utilize your power to it's fullest potential. Tattoos and Inked Clothes for Flight, Strength, and Defense, enhancing your abilities to Detect and feel through Ink, and then using your power to use Ink as a shield. If it can pierce a wall, it should hold to that it could stop something just as strong. Maybe. You pool up the Ink, and raise it up into a sheet before you. Concentrating your power, you try to hold it together tight, not letting it shift in the slightest. Starting light, you decide to try and push through. Putting your palm against the ink, it feels solid. With some light pressure, it still stays put. Well, you think to yourself, let's see if it can stand a hit. You pull back your fist.>Roll 1d100 for Ink Shield. Best of 3.
>>32486748How is that not logic? If we use ink to carry something solid the strain of a bullet will be spread to all the ink. Therefore the strength of all the ink we use together will be put against the bullet. Please explain how that is not logical.>>32486802That would not change the principle at all. We would need be ludicrously strong to have it work against piercing weapons.
>>32486887And then we broke our fist
Rolled 44>>32486937Why? The point I was trying to make was that the shield could just divert the object into a path that wouldn't connect with us.
>Rolled 90With all of your might, which you note is not much, you swing yourself into the newly created shield, making contact. Your power is mightier than your blow, and your fist crumples, feeling like you had just punched a solid wall. With the sting of pain, a slight trickle of blood drips from your knuckle, the shield falling apart from the lack of focus, splashing against the tiles floors. It takes a moment to shake off the pain, and you raise of the shield again, and continue to practice for hours. Finally, you feel two exhausted to continue, return your arsenal of ink back to the bag, and roll up for some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.---Hey guys, I'm going to be ending here. Thank you all for playing, and as always, I'll stick around for a bit to answer questions.
>>32486937Why would we need to spread out the force to all the ink? A bullet sized amount of ink should be enough to block a bullet, we aren't a weak telekinetic.
>>32487034Aye, for that the pressure it needs to sustain would still be enormous. Bullets are kinda fast. I assume it would be easier to hold a piece of metal in the way.>>32487062We would need to be strong enough to rip through metal though. I'm not sure we are that strong, though we will be sooner or later.
>>32487145We put a pen through 2 feet of concrete. We're that strong.
>>32487145Aye, when concentrating our power on a small amount of ink and speeding it up along along more than one metre, and using a casing so the ink doesn't simply splash against the wall, then we are strong enough to put it into a wall. The wall was only penetrated after weeks of abuse though, as I recall.For the shield each individual centimeter would need to be strong enough to withstand that force. It's the difference between swinging a big hammer so that you can dent metal and holding your hand against the metal and instantly apply enough pressure to rend it.
>>32487430meant to quote >>32487200
>>32487430>>32487488Once again, that's why we're practicing it now. We know we have the strength, we just need to get the skill.
>Revealing superpowers relating to a black substance, when our grandfather is an ink magician, and killing a dude>Naming ourselves "blot":V ?
Welp, /tg/ has managed to turn a decent character into an edgy retard.
>>32495161He was going to be a edgy retard from the start, be glad he isn't gay on top of that
>>32494741That's one reason some here want to have a different public persona.>>32487530Once again: I don't doubt it is eventually possible, but right now it will only work against blunt attacks (if at all) and it would be easier if we had a sort of shield.Also we *have* the skill to form and hold a shield. We lack the strength to keep each square-inch of it robust enough to withstand metal that is slung fast enough to deform itself. I'd like to train our strength with other stuff and then come back to the shield once we are powerful enough to make it more useful.>>32495161I don't see the edgy.