This quest takes place in a hyper-simplified version of the DC Universe, where all your favorite iconic heroes, villains, vigilantes and vagabonds reside. Because of the incredibly complex nature of DC’s existing collective Intellectual Properties, this universe is a neutral, baseline interpretation. This means explicit redundancies, clone characters and multiverse shenanigans will be removed almost altogether.You will be playing as Rick Regal, a 16 year old high school sophomore who has just moved to Central City with his father after his choosing to relocate for work. Rick’s path down the road to heroism, villainous conquest or burger flipping normiedom is entirely up to you.>RulesYou will be given prompts to vote over Rick’s actions and decisions in order to influence his path, and particularly challenging actions will require dice rolls and a collective mental capacity superior to that of a rock. Write-Ins are allowed and encouraged, but I am not obligated to use them.Voting lasts until 10 minutes after initial prompting. Whatever gets the most votes goes forward. After rolls are prompted, only the first three will be counted.>Dice1d100, Difficulty Checks intentionally obscured.No successes results in failure, one success results in a minor positive outcome, two successes result in a major positive outcome, and three successes make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. There are no critical successes, but critical failures result in a removal of a success.For updates on scheduled run times: https://twitter.com/PapaSlink
You walk alongside Franchesca, the classmate who showed up at your front door all of a sudden. Today was supposed to be focused on training, something you realize you have been sorely neglecting. Being a hero isn’t all about having powers, you’ve come to understand. Lobo was simply able to outlast you, and a you’ve caught a few shots from thugs without a lick of training. That doesn’t bode well for you if you intend to keep up the costume antics.When the smiley goth chick stopped you at the door, you agreed to at least hear what she has to say, the voice in the back of your head nagging about training be damned. Franchesca strolls beside you, the two of you wandering down the road with no particular destination in mind.She’s wearing a loose sleeveless black dress that kind of reminds you of a mumu, save for the fact that it cuts off just below the knees, and combat boots. Her jet black hair has been let down, dark curls twisting at the end of otherwise straight locks.It’s a cool, late September morning, and the modest patches of bushes that dot the side road in pre-plotted dirt squares in an attempt to bring some semblance of beauty to the neighborhood have shifted from greens to shades of orange, yellow and red. You wonder if she’s cold.“Aren’t you cold?” you ask, breaking a strange silence that had befallen the two of you.“Nope,” she chirps cheerily. “Why, are you cold? We could head back if you want. We don’t need to be walking if you’re feeling a little nippy. ‘Sides, what I wanted to ask you about doesn’t require nature’s gaze.”You shake your head, partly because you aren’t actually cold, and partly because complaining about being chilly in a jacket and jeans while a girl half your size in a loose dress isn’t is a little… “I’m good. You’re just not wearing a lot,” you mention, then continue before she can interrupt. “What did you want to ask me about? Also, how do you know where I live?” Franchesca bobs her head back and forth in thought. You remember she’s psychic, or at least claims to be, and feel a bit of worry building in your gut. If she really is psychic, she could already know your secret identity. And even if she isn’t that particular KIND of psychic, she could read your mind and find out you have something to hide.Quick, think of something else! Pink elephants! “We’ll get to that first one in a second. I asked Cisco to tell me where you lived. He forked over the info after just a few short minutes of interrogation,” she boasts.>A. Tell her to get to the chase. Your day is already planned out, and you need to know what she needs help with if you’re going to accept or deny.>B. Point out if she’s psychic, she could have just used her power to figure out where you lived. J’accuse!>C. You really, really need to get some training done. Ditch her.>D. ???
I'm a little late. Sue me.
>>1531679>B. Point out if she’s psychic, she could have just used her power to figure out where you lived. J’accuse!
>>1531679>>A. Tell her to get to the chase. Your day is already planned out, and you need to know what she needs help with if you’re going to accept or deny.
>A. Tell her to get to the chase. Your day is already planned out, and you need to know what she needs help with if you’re going to accept or deny.We need to get training!
>>1531679>A. Tell her to get to the chase. Your day is already planned out, and you need to know what she needs help with if you’re going to accept or deny.
>>1531708>>1531722>>1531739You take a breath, slipping your hands into your jacket pockets. You’re getting a little impatient. Still, smiles all around, since she’s proving to be pleasant company. “Yeah, I don’t remember giving Cisco my address, but we talk a lot during school lunch, so it might have come up,” you admit. “Anyway, what’d you need? I kind of have my day planned out, so if it isn’t anything important…” you say, casually letting the sentence hang. Franchesca rolls her eyes at you, then lets out a tiny huff of a sigh.“Fine! Fine. If you’re going to be all rushy about it,” she whines, raking her fingers through her inky black hair. “I need a chaperone. A friend of mine was stupid enough to refer my services to someone who doesn’t go to our school. I usually keep the fortune telling localized, so I don’t have to meet up with any creeps.“So… since you helped me before, with the big angry chick, I thought you might be interested in helping again. I’ll split the money from the fortune. It won’t be a lot, but then again I’m very generous with my prices, so you can’t expect too much.You briefly recall she charged a kid 300 dollars to tell him his parents weren’t ever getting back together, and that he’d get fucked up.Cisco told you she was nice. You wonder if that guy is ever really reliable, and realize he hasn’t proven to be. Grains of salt fill your future.>A.Ask for more information, but be open to the idea.>B. No. You have shit to do.>C. ???
>>1531780>i help you but only if youre open with me
>B. No. You have shit to do.I kinda want to focus on getting better as a cape, before going after money etc.
>>1531780>A.Ask for more information, but be open to the idea.>C. ???Guess you owe me a favor.Better invest them favors than monetary. We arent in need of cash anyways
>>1531780>>B. No. You have shit to do.
>>1531780>>A.Ask for more information, but be open to the idea.>>C. ???>Guess you owe me a favor.>Better invest them favors than monetary. We aren't in need of cash anyways
>>1531780>???>How about we bring Sam along?>She can have my cut, plus as far as intimidating figures go...Motion to ourself>You can tell her it was your idea if you want
>>1531788>>1531795>>1531802“I’ll need to know a little more about what this gig might entail before I commit to anything,” you inform the cheery goth.“That’s fine! I’m just going to visit the client at their home in a few hours, and I want you to come along as back up. Just in case. While I DO know a few guys bigger than you, I have a feeling you’re brave enough to not just bail if things turn sour. Can’t say the same about them. It’ll be cake, I promise,” the girl explains.“Once the fortune is over and done with, I’ll split the cash with ya. Obviously you’ll get a smaller take, but that’s not important right no--”You cut her off, growing impatient.“Alright, alright, I get it. Tell you what, I’m not super interested in the money, but if you agree to owing me a favor I’d be more inclined to accept.”The two of you finally make it to the end of your neighborhood, the road ending at a busy two-way. Franchesca watches the cars fly by for a moment.“Sounds… fine!” she agrees, after a moment of faux deliberation. She’s obviously pleased about not having to fork over any dough.>A. Alrighty then. Agree and keep her company until it’s time for the meet up.>B. Let her know you’re backing out.>C. Let her know you’d rather not do this, and insist she not do it either. >D. ???
>>1531850>A. Alrighty then. Agree and keep her company until it’s time for the meet up.She seems to focus on cash without knowing greater consequences. I dont know bout you guys but we can manipulate that later
>B. Let her know you’re backing out.
>>1531850>A keep her companytry to find more about her ability
>>1531850>A. Alrighty then. Agree and keep her company until it’s time for the meet up.
>>1531850>>A. Alrighty then. Agree and keep her company until it’s time for the meet up.
>>1531850>>A. Alrighty then. Agree and keep her company until it’s time for the meet up.>She seems to focus on cash without knowing greater consequences. I don't know bout you guys but we can manipulate thatGood point.
>>1531853>>1531896that dosent sound very heroic at all
>>1531853>>1531858>>1531860>>1531862You agree to acting at her body guard, just this once. Franchesca seems elated, overly so, wrapping her arms around your side in a huge. Feeling a little strange about the situation, you just kind of pat her on the back and wait for her to let go. She does, eventually. The two of you make your way to the nearest bench-- then find your way to the second nearest bench, as the first one is covered in bird shit.The goth smooths out her dress and takes a seat, and you plop down beside her. You check your phone, and Franchesca is sure to remind you that the meeting is in a few hours, so there’s time to chat. She even suggests breakfast, but you already ate. She tells you she ate already as well, making the entire suggestion pointless.There’s a short silence, the two of you unsure of what to say. You pipe up first.“So, about this whole psychic thing. Can you really see the future? I’m not doubting you or anything,” except you totally are, “It’s just I have a hard time understanding this. How’s it work?” you ask her, relaxing back against the bench.“Of course I’m psychic!” Franchesca retorts, huffing and crossing her arms as if you just insinuated she’s a lying, scheming thief, which you may have indirectly done. After calming down, the girl shakes her head.“It’s hard to explain…” She starts. “People ask me things, and I can see what they want me to look into. I can’t, like, just see into the future all willy nilly,” the girl explains, crossing a leg over the other and letting her booted foot bounce up and down. “So it’s conditional,” you mutter, scratching your head.>A. Chat the time away, and accompany her to the meet up.>B. Ask her something specific during the time between now and the meet up.>C. Pop an earbud in and divide your attention between Franchesca and the police scanner app.
>>1531907Sure it wasnt but better to manipulate the manipulator than getting manipulated.Backstabbing is dangerous if you are a hero.
>>1531853>>1531896>>1531907Y'all can do whatever you want.
>>1531907I was just about the say the same thing.
>>1531912have her show her abilities
>C. Pop an earbud in and divide your attention between Franchesca and the police scanner app.
>>1531912>>B. Ask her something specific during the time between now and the meet up.
>>1531912>B. Ask her something specific during the time between now and the meet up.ask about her family or why she needed cash
>desire to bang cute goth chicks is intense>but desire for DC superheroine/villainess booty is also intenseAs long as you don't dangle a super goth chick booty in here.
>>1531984>super goth chick booty in herewho is Raven of the Teen titans
>>1531984cant we have dual persona date?Ya know...Goth for normal RickDC superheroine/villainess for Vector rickDolly for Tiny Rick
>>1531991I don't recall having met her, yet IC. Did I miss something?Also>goth>leotardRaven is 10/10 but still.
>>1531995Yeah, let's cheat on a superheroine. That sound like a great idea. Nothing can go wrong with that.
>>1532003he will dangle her infront of ushe seems like that type of qmdo they still do the leotard thing for her
>>1531925>>1531930>>1531931You shift on the bench to get comfortable, knowing you’ll be here a while. Franchesca starts chattering on about her friends, half of them she qualifies as ‘B Friends’, the other as ‘A Friends’, then she leans in and whispers about a mystical third friend type. ‘Best friend’. She hasn’t met one of those, apparently.You eventually grow tired of her conversation topics and pick one of your own.“Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?” you inquire.“No. You just did, though,” she says, smiling wide at you. Those dimples show themselves once more. You aren’t sure if she’s mocking you or just being her own brand of quarky. “Why are you telling fortunes? Do you need the money for something specific?” You ask, suddenly filled with curiosity. It donned on you that Franchesca doesn’t seem like the type of girl who would strive after money for the sake of having it. She has to have a goal, right?The doe-eyed goth girl watches you for a moment, studying your eyes-- looking for something. Eventually, she either finds it or gives up, shrugging and turning her attention to a jogger who passes the both of you. She watches the running man’s path for a long while.“I like it,” she finally admits, looking watching the runner.“That’s it?” you ask, a little disappointed with the answer.“Well, no. It stems from that, but I like telling fortunes because I get to look into a set future, one I haven’t seen anyone be able to change. It’s like skipping a few pages ahead in a book, or fast forwarding a movie. I think it’s beautiful that there’s a set destiny for all of us,” she explains, looking off into the city dreamily.You aren’t sure about all that, but whatever floats her boat.“So why do you charge people?” You continue.“Didn’t someone famous once say if you love something, never do it for free?” she answers, a question for a question. You chuckle at that, and she laughs with you.>A. Wait with her until it’s time for the meet up.>B. Ask something else.>C. Ditch her like the terrible person you are.>D. ???
>A. Wait with her until it’s time for the meet up.
>>1531995You can do whatever you want senpai.>>1532014Nothing at all.>>1532016>Implying I don't already use outdated but superior versions of characters
>>1532024>B. Ask something else."Has there been anyone whose future you couldn't read?"
>>1532031I did not type senpai. Weird.senpai senpai senpai?
>>1532024>>D. ???then why not work for the police or something
>>1532038Ayy. Someone doesn't like the word f .a.m.
>>1532024support>>1532032"Just be careful with it. You know what they say' great power comes great responsibility' or something like that"
>>1532038if you try and use T B H or F A M you get senpai or desu
>>1532024>>B. Ask something else.>"Has there been anyone whose future you couldn't read?"
>B. Ask something else" can you read my future"
>>1532032>>1532042>>1532088“So… have you ever been unable to read someone’s future?” you ask.Franchesca shakes her head, inky black hair swaying in response. “Nope, never. It always comes true. I mean, sometimes the visions are a little interpretive-- Like this one fortune I told for that really tall kid who insists on wear basketball shorts every day of the year? The future I saw for him was just a crane trying to eat fish from a stream absolutely overflowing with salmon, but not being able to get a single one.. A few days later his dad set him up with a job interview. He tanked.”Huh. Interesting. You and Frenchesca go on like that, her telling stories and you interjecting every now and again. It’s a pretty one sided conversation, but you can tell she prefers it that way. Maybe seeing futures changed her outlook on this kind of thing, and she’d rather be the one doing all the revealing, rather than the one being revealed to by the universe.That’s a dumb idea. You’re being dumb.Eventually, it’s time. The two of you hop up off the bench and take a walk deeper into the city. She’s still a perky ball of energy, but you’ve mellowed out considerably. Franchesca leads the way, taking you through winding city streets and into a neighborhood you aren’t familiar with. It’s a lot nicer than your own, you notice as Franchesca leads you up the steps of a decent sized house. She hops up onto the porch, marches forward and knocks noisily.A woman answers, middle-aged, african american and tired looking. She’s dressed fairly well, but has that overworked air about her, like a nurse or scientist might have. She barely glances across the two of you before screaming over her shoulder. “Vic! Your friends are here!”The woman politely invites the two of you in.Franchesca looks over at you and grins, then walks in. You follow along. It looks like your services aren’t needed. Still, gotta see this through.>A. Take a seat on the couch. >B. Stand behind Franchesca, looking menacing.>C. Touch everything.>D. ???
>>1532125>CWe Monk now
>>1532125>D. ???Stand behind Franchesca, looking like a wallflower or something. We will be a shadow
>C. Touch everything.
>A. Take a seat on the couch.
>>1532125>>B. Stand behind Franchesca, looking menacing.
I swear if you Idiots don't come to a consensus against C you deserve what is about to happen
Okay so apparently there was a terror attack in London awhile ago involving more trucks of peace, thing is my sister is visiting someone over there and hasn't been picking up so we're done for now.
>>1532125>C. Touch everything.>D. Be gentle with it.
>>1532176Hope she is well man.
>>1532176Christ dudeFuckin ISIS again?First phillipines then this shit?
>>1532176Hope she's doing alright.
>>1532176oh fuck hope she's okthe cell towers might be over burdened right now so that's why you cant get through
>>1531984Don't worry you can have both in one.
Well fuck, this has been running while i was in the last thread like a sucker.
>>1532176>tfw your sister hasn't picked up the phone for hours and then suddenly text "I was busy, met this guy." while you're worrying your ass off.Fantastic. Just brilliant. Catch you anons tomorrow.
>>1532809Wow, that's something See you tomorrow
>>1532809At least she's not dead.
>>1532809hah, yeah thats just like family.
We're back, first post goes up in Half an hour. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i93I90T90Og
>>1541053>Cant even hear that trackThanks for the censorship goldbergstein.
>>1541053>Blocked in your countryFuckin EU.Captcha: All images with bridges God damn it I keked
>>1541072We getting cukd my yuropeens brudda
>>1541087Don't fucking laugh at us goddamn it it's not funny
>>1532128>>1532136>>1532178You follow Franchesca into the haphazardly decorated living room, a tacky trio of leopard print couches surround a stark white wooden coffee table dotted with empty glasses, and if you aren’t mistaken, the place smells like equal parts rum and lavender. There’s a huge flat screen hanging from hideous cowboy and indians wallpaper, and lining the three other walls are shelves stacked with everything from lamps, model planes and bobble-heads to high school sports trophies, signed sports memorabilia and family photos. Lots of family photos. You try your best not to judge the decor too harshly. Your mom was into cow-print on anything and everything, after all. You share the pain the teens in this home must experience. Franchesca skips over to take a seat on one of the plush couches, smoothing out her skirt just in time for her rump to land. She bounces a few times, and grins back at you, clearly excited about the house call. Strange, she was a lot more nervous about this visit before. You suppose your presence has something to do with her new confidence. Being the curious gentleman you are, you can’t help but skirt the room, brushing your fingers along the knick knacks lining the shelves, surprised to find not a speck of dust. They either moved in recently, or the woman who let you in is a pro with a feather duster. The sports trophies are particularly shiny. A ‘Victor Stone’ seems to take the prize, totaling three awards and four trophies, all specifically tied to football.The sudden roar of sneakers rushing down steps snaps you out of your inspective haze. A tall, thick and in shape fellow-- Victor if the photos and trophies are to be believed, lands at the base of the steps leading into the living room with a thud, having skipped the last few steps. He’s a head taller than you, and his hair is shaved short, shaped up nicely, and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. He’s wearing a gray T-shirt and basketball shorts.You peg him as either your age or a senior at whatever school he attends. He grins at Franchesca as soon as he spots her, but when he notices you, you can’t help but notice the smile falter a bit. You don’t take it too personally. He wasn’t expecting you. Franchesca waves, all friendly-like, and you follow her example with a polite nod and a “Hey there.”“ ‘Sup,” Victor greets you, before making his way over to your darkly dressed companion. They shake hands, and when you walk over to stand beside the couch, Victor shakes your hand as well. His grip is firm. >Continued
>>1541146Motherfuckin Cyborg up in the house
>>1541146Aw fuck it's Pre-Incident Victor.Why do you do this to us Papi?
Franchesca told us to follow so he doesn't get any funny ideas about dating her, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew lad.
>>1541146“So you’re the fortune teller my cousin’s been telling me about. Franchesca, right?,” Victor opens, falling into the couch across from the one Franchesca and you are at. “Yup, that’s me! This is Rick, my faithful bodyguard,” Your perky charge chirps, reaching back over the couch to pat you on the chest. “You’re Victor, right?” “Damn, you are psychic,” he says, laughing. “Yeah, I’m Victor. Victor Stone.”“I am,” Fran confirms, but tacks on, “But your cousin-- and your mom just now are to blame for that one.”“Right, right… Well, It’s nice to meet you. Do you need to set up candles, or get out a crystal ball..?” The big guy asks half-jokingly. You can tell he’s a little unsure about all this. Probably got talked into it by that cousin of his.“Nope! Just have to see the three hundred, then we can do it right here,” Franchesca explains in a simple tone.Victor digs into his pocket and produces a fat clip of twenties. He tosses it on the coffee table, then spreads his arms like a showman. “Booya, there it is. Count ‘em and lets get this started!” He exclaims, rubbing his hands together, grinning like a madman. That apprehension from a few seconds ago is gone. He’s got an infectious personality, you’ve got to admit. “Don’t mind if I do,” Franchesca responds cheerily, leaning forward to swipe the cash up. She counts it in half the time you could, then tosses you a sidelong smile. You assume that means this is going well, or better than usual at least. Makes sense, in this line of… work? Sure, work. There are bound to be a few deadbeats or over-analyzing worry-warts trying for absolute certainty before spending a dime.“Perfect. Okay, Victor, what did you want to know?” She asks.“Alright, um…” Victor trails off, brow furrowing. He’s most likely trying to word his question so he doesn’t get monkey pawed or something. It’s what you’d do, anyway.Before the poor guy gets too deep into that thought process, Franchesca clears her throat and holds up a finger.“You don’t only have one question. The money’s for a short session. I’m not going to screw you out of your money for not being able to word it right. Relax,” the girl assures him, canting her head and smiling wide.>Continued
>>1541198“Alright… So, I got a football scholarship for this college, right? Not the best, but it’s good. Thing is my Dad keeps pushing me to go to the school he went to-- get into the sciences. He works at S.T.A.R labs, theoretical whatever. I need to know if I’m actually going to make it to the big leagues if I take the football scholarship, or if I should just go with my dad’s suggestion. If I’m not gonna make it doing what I love, there’s no point in not going for the money, right?” Victor asks.You have to admit, that’s some decent logic. This is an important decision, and while you aren’t sure about Franchesca’s abilities, you did agree to support her with this. If she’s really a scam artist, this might be incredibly fucked up.>A. Stay silent, let Franchesca do her thing.>B. Pull the girl aside and have a talk with her. You don’t know if she’s the real thing or not, so she might fuck this guy’s life up for three hundred bucks. Gotta be sure.>C. Pull Victor aside, and tell him Franchesca’s a scam artist. You aren’t sure whether she is or not, but better safe than sorry.>D. Write In.
>>1541203>A. Stay silent
>>1541198Please tell me we can prevent this
>A. Stay silent, let Franchesca do her thing.
>>1541203>>A. Stay silent, let Franchesca do her thing.She seems to know what's happening
>>1541203>A. Stay silent, let Franchesca do her thing.
>>1541203>A. Stay silent, let Franchesca do her thing.Bodgards dont talk
>>1541206Not without being super-meta about stuff, doesn't really make sense to go ham when we're just joining for the ride.
>>1541203>DMaybe nudge her and show her our concerned face. She must know the weight of this choice
>>1541205>>1541207>>1541208>>1541214Franchesca leans forward and offers an upturned hand, lips pulling into a gentle smile. Victor looks confused for all of a microsecond before he gets it, and places his larger hand in her’s. The usually cheery goth girl’s eyes flutter to a close, and you watch the fortune telling process unfold without disturbing them. Sure, this might be a scam, but Franchesca hasn’t been anything but kind to you. You hope that kindness isn’t a front.There’s a pressure in the room, and you aren’t sure if it’s new, or if it was always there. You shift your gaze around the poorly decorated room, but can’t seem to find anything out of order. Bringing your focus back to the pair, you notice Franchesca’s shoulders are shaking, and Victor is looking at you with the expression of someone who just found a chick crying in the corner of a party, and you’re her ride home. “Uh… is she alright?” Victor whisper-shouts at you, looking back and forth between you and the shuddering girl. You shake your head, and shrug. You’ve got no idea. Suddenly, your ears pop, and Franchesca’s eyes shoot open. She pulls her hand out of under Victor’s, and gingerly places it on her lap. She looks visibly shaken by the experience, and this is the first time you’ve seen her without at least a trace of a smile on her lips. It’s a little unnerving. You try and place a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she just shrugs it off.“You don’t make it,” she says bluntly. Her expression is absolute stone.“...What? That’s it?” Victor asks, raising his voice a little. “You wanna elaborate on that? At. All?”“You do not make it to the big leagues. It simply doesn’t happen. Is that all you wanted to ask?” The girl asks curtly, crossing her arms.Victor stands abruptly, barely containing his anger. “No. That’s fine. Take your money and get out of my house.”Franchesca seems just fine with that, rising from the couch and turning on his combat boots to leave. >A. Follow Franchesca.>B. Apologize to Victor, then head out.>C. Tell Victor not to worry about it, then head out.>D. ???
>>1541269>His combat boots. And suddenly it's revealed Franchesca is a trap.Her*
>>1541269>A. Follow Franchesca He's not going to take her advice... and he'll have no one to blame but himself.
>>1541269>A. Follow Franchesca.
>>1541269>>A. Follow Franchesca.Well our jobs done here, time to go hit on totally not Death.
>A. Follow Franchesca.
>>1541269>A. Follow Franchesca.>>1541276I dont see the pro...wait a minute, this aint my japanese cartoon
>>1541269>A. Follow Franchesca.>D. So what he's gonna break his knee trying or something more serious?
>>1541277>>1541281>>1541282>>1541283>>1541287You follow the marching goth girl out of the Stone household, and have to doubletime for a minute to keep up with her marching pace. When you reach her side, you notice her mascara is running. She glances at you, then quickly wipes her eyes with the heels of her hands. She whispers cuss after cuss until she’s done, making herself a little more presentable. After a good five minutes of silence and walking in no particular direction, you can’t help but ask.“What… did you see?”, you ask in a comforting tone. You can’t help it, there’s biology at work here. Gotta find the problem, even if you can’t fix it.Franchesca looks at you, frowning. She studies your eyes, before lowering her own to the sidewalk. She shakes her head, indicating she’d rather not answer. “That didn’t seem like it was your usual psychic fortune telling routine, Franchesca. Tell me what you saw. It can’t have been that bad. What, does he trip and break his leg?” You ask, grasping for ideas.The girl only shakes her head again, and shields her face with one of her hands, trying to cover up the water works. Yeah, you aren’t getting much else out of her. You try and comfort her again, and this time she’s a little more receptive-- not shrugging your hand from her shoulder, but the damage is done.----You walked Franchesca home, making sure not to bring up whatever vision she had again. She thanked you and headed inside after letting you know she hasn’t forgotten about the favor she owes you. Without so much as a handshake, she disappeared into her home, audibly locking her door.You wander Central City, hands in your jacket pockets, mind swimming with worries and possibilities and options. Franchesca, if she really is psychic, must have seen something pretty terrible to get her to react like that. It’s been nagging you, really, but you decide to push it out of your mind for now. You have more important things to worry about.The sky is dimming-- only a few hours of daylight left. Captain Boomerang, the imprisoned Captain Cold, the multitude of other criminals and villains plaguing the streets… they aren’t going to wait around for you to socialize and worry about girls. You have to be ready. You have to train.>A. Visit Carl’s Boxing Gym, get started on learning how to fight.>B. Head to Central City Hospital. Learn some first aid.>C. Find an abandoned warehouse in the industrial district. You can practice your power there.>D. Write-In
>A. Visit Carl’s Boxing Gym, get started on learning how to fight.Either boxing or first aid. Let's get down the fundamentals before adding our power into the mix.
>>1541341>>A. Visit Carl’s Boxing Gym, get started on learning how to fight.Gotta learn how to break those bones better
>>1541341>B. Head to Central City Hospital. Learn some first aid.
>>1541341>>A. Visit Carl’s Boxing Gym, get started on learning how to fight.cool we meet cyborg before he became cyborg
>>1541341>A. Visit Carl’s Boxing Gym, get started on learning how to fight.Did someone say TRAINING MONTAGE?
>>1541361MONTAGE MUSIC HIT IT! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ES9vRfs2rbA
>>1541341>A. Visit Carl’s Boxing Gym, get started on learning how to fight.>D. Look for some classes on Muay Thai or Tai Chi (really, anything full body).
>>1541344>>1541346>>1541358>>1541361>>1541404You decide getting a grasp on how to not fight like a flailing idiot is a good place to start. Of course, you already know the absolute basics, like not tucking your thumb under your fingers when throwing a punch, and to keep your hands up. The complexities of hand to hand combat are foreign to you, however, and you are very aware of this. Luckily, being aware of what you lack gives you an edge some people never get. Upon reaching Carl’s Gym, a squat stone building with no real indication of its purpose aside from a small neon red sign reading ‘Carl’s Boxing Gym’ hanging by the door, you get kind of excited. Obviously it isn’t going to be like it Is in the movies, but you’ve always wanted to learn a martial art or fighting discipline. It’s one of those things every guy has planned-- honing his body as a weapon just in case he has to defend himself or someone he wants to protect, but few ever actually go through with it.You made sure to stop by your house to pack some gym clothes before coming here, and your bag with your workout clothes is slung over your shoulder as you pull open the heavy steel door and head inside. You’re immediately assaulted with a strange aroma resembling dirty laundry bathed in fabreeze. Whoever runs this place, Carl you guess, at least gave it a shot.The place is almost completely empty, save for two young men wearing protective gear slugging eachother in a dirty ring in the center of the room. You notice the gym isn’t all that spacious, and most of the equipment-- Punching bag, speed bag, mats, some kind of pully machine, are space rather close and line one wall of the room. There’s a doorway at the other end of the room that you assume leads to the bathrooms, and another with the word ‘OFFICE’ printed on a piece of paper on it.This place is wholly unprofessional.A squat bald man wearing blue-tinted tea shades and a black track suit suddenly walks into your line of sight, nearly giving you a heart attack.“Hello! Hello! You came to fight, right? Of course you did. Come, come,” the man encourages you, grabbing hold of your arm and all but dragging you to the edge of the ring without letting you respond. You stumble along, chuckling nervously, and end up watching the fight.Two men, one shirtless and the other in a tank top are absolutely going at it. It’s hard to see their faces through their gear, but one of the fighters is tan, and has long straight dark hair done up in a pony tail. The other fighter is black, much bigger than his probably spanish opponent.Ponytail ducks a left hook, responding with a trio of jabs. The larger fighter swings fervently, throwing haymaker after haymaker in an attempt to knock the smaller fighter out-- but he just can’t seem to land a hit, instead earning a few light shots for every one of his missed strikes. >A. Ask who you presume to be Carl who the fighters are.>B. Just keep watching.
>>1541452>A. Ask who you presume to be Carl who the fighters are.
>B. Just keep watching.
>>1541452>>B. Just keep watchingwheres ted grant man
>>1541452>B. Just keep watching.
>>1541452>Makunoichi Gifalso >A. Ask who you presume to be Carl who the fighters are.
>>1541468Hush, child. All in good time.
Guys how the fuck do I disable tabs from popping up when I enlarge an img? I thought it was native to 4chan but maybe that's one of the apps I had.
>>1541555uhh go to setting on 4 chan or your cookies other then that I got nothing for you
>>1541555Do you have 4chan X? I think it has a feature where you just hover over images and gifs and it'll enlarge it automatically.
>>1541464>>1541468>>1541469You let your gym bag slip off your shoulder as you watch the fighters go at it. Really, this isn’t like anything you’ve seen on television or the internet, not even professional boxing matches. You get the feeling these two aren’t trying to outscore each other or wait out the clock, they’re in straight up combat. You suddenly get the feeling this is incredibly unsafe, and turn to who you presume to be Carl with the intention of protest, but his attention is squarely on the two fighters. You shrug and watch the rest of the match.Ponytail is a blur, bobbing and weaving-- shooting jab after jab after dodging the larger fighter’s huge swings. You can see the heaving of the big guy’s chest, the glistening sheen forming on his skin. He’s tired, and the constant gloves being thrown at his face and halting his breathing with every impact aren’t helping.Eventually, he simply gives out after throwing a huge right hook that misses wide. The fighter stumbles and falls to his knees, waving ponytail off with a crimson-gloved hand when he tries to help him up. The fighter pulls himself up, tugs off his padded helmet and throws it at the mat in frustration, then stomps off to the showers.Ponytail lets out a good natured laugh, an all too familiar one. The Latino boxer removes his padded helmet and wipes the sweat from his brow, then turns to Carl and yourself. It’s Cisco.“Damn, you see that? Davie is pissed!” Your classmate announces irreverantly, pressing his weight against the ropes at the edge of the ring. You blink at him, and he notices you-- blinking back.“Yo Rick! I didn’t know you boxed!” he announces, grinning wildly.“I’m in the same boat, man. I didn’t know you could fight at all. Those were some good moves, man. How come you never mentioned this?” You ask, a little in awe of the fact Cisco had this side to him.“You never asked,” he answers simple.Carl watches the two of you with a curious expression, one that Cisco catches wind of almost immediately. Your classmate frowns, rolls his eyes and pushes off the side of the ring to get his padded helmet.“Get changed,” the squat man tells you.>A. Uh… okay? Grab your things and head to the showers, which you assume double as changing rooms.>B. Ask him why, you haven’t even agreed to anything yet.>C. Hop up onto the ring apron and have a chat with Cisco. >Write-In
>>1541575Yeah thx, I didnt like that feature but it's better than having to close a fucking tab.
>>1541577>A. Uh… okay? Grab your things and head to the showers, which you assume double as changing rooms.
>>1541585I find it makes thing way more manageable. Don't even have to click the gif or the webm just hover over it. Convenient as all hell.>A. Uh… okay? Grab your things and head to the showers, which you assume double as changing rooms.Time to get fucking crunk.
>>1541577>A. Uh… okay? Grab your things and head to the showers, which you assume double as changing rooms.>I don't know bawxing how do punch pls
>>1541577>>A. Uh… okay? Grab your things and head to the showers, which you assume double as changing rooms.
>>1541589>>1541593>>1541601You scoop up your gym bag, hurried along by Carl into the changing room. You pass the guy who was fighting Cisco, who seems to have cooled off and is now thumbing his phone while drying his scalp with a towel. The two of you nod at each other, then you find a place to change. Before too long you’re in a black tank-top and shorts, and back out on the gym floor. Carl gives flashes you a crazed grin, and you notice a few of his teeth are missing. “You’re gonna show me what you got, kid,” the squat man informs you, gesturing to a pile of equipment lying near the ring. Oh. Cisco gives you an apologetic shrug from inside the ring, already geared up and ready to go. He jabs the air a few times, ducks and weaves, shadowboxing. You scowl at the entire situation. Isn’t this a bit unfair? You haven’t even gotten a single lesson. As if reading your mind, Carl pipes up. “Hey, hustle! I need to see where you’re at before I decide if I’m gonna train you or not, alright? Not gonna waste my time with wusses afraid of getting punched, so get in the ring or get outta my gym,” the squat man barks at you, before waddling over to a stool to plop down on. “He did the same thing to me, man, don’t worry about it,” Cisco calls from inside the ring. “Just get your gear on and get beat on for awhile, nothing to be scared about!” He calls, chuckling. He sure seems confident. You don’t expect to be able to take on Cisco in a fair fight, seeing as he actually knows what he’s doing, but you damn well aren’t going to let him roll over you. Gotta try, at least.After fumbling with the gear for awhile, and getting no help whatsoever, you eventually climb your way into the ring opposite to Cisco, who grins at you in a friendly ‘I’m totally not going to knock you out’ way. Carl leans over in his stool to grab a metal bar, then slams it on a bell a few times, signaling the fight’s start.Here we go.>A. Charge Cisco, swinging with all you’ve got. Gotta take him out quick.>B. Keep your hands up and try and mimick with Cisco was doing before, dodge and weave, throw a jab or two when you think you can afford it. You’re pretty sure you know how to jab correctly. Maybe.>C. Get crazy, move around a lot, be strange and unpredictable. Maybe confusing your opponent will allow you to get the upper hand.>D. Write-In
>>1541690>>C. Get crazy, move around a lot, be strange and unpredictable. Maybe confusing your opponent will allow you to get the upper hand.Best way to beat someone who is trained.
>>1541690>D. Write-In>Turtle for the first round. See what he's capable of and let him tire himself out a bit.
>>1541690>C. Get crazy, move around a lot, be strange and unpredictable. Maybe confusing your opponent will allow you to get the upper hand.At least we'll go down like we lived: memeing.
>>1541700>>1541690This. If nothing else, learning how to get our ass kicked will help us
>>1541690>>D. Write-In>>Turtle for the first round. See what he's capable of and let him tire himself out a bit.
>>1541690>C. Get crazy, move around a lot, be strange and unpredictable. Maybe confusing your opponent will allow you to get the upper hand.
>>1541690>B. Keep your hands up and try and mimick with Cisco was doing before, dodge and weave, throw a jab or two when you think you can afford it. You’re pretty sure you know how to jab correctly. Maybe.
>>1541700I'll change to this then I like toitle.
>>1541700>>1541707>>1541713>>1541734Sounds reasonable. DC 80. Roll.
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>1541739STRONKKKKK
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>1541739
Rolled 20 (1d100)>>1541739float like a butterfly
Rolled 96 (1d100)>>1541739
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>1541739Rolling
>>1541748>>1541749>>1541751You managed to not get knocked out immediately. Fun.
>>1541756L8 but still pretty good
>>1541756THE FUCK DUDE WHY DIDNT YOU ROLL SOONER
>>1541756jesus fuck anon, what did you eat today.
>>1541771>>1541770Not my fault you guys are quick on the draw.>>1541772French bread pizza.
>>1541766Putting your dukes up, you step into the center of the ring, and so does your opponent. The two of you circle for a moment, getting a feel for each others movements. Cisco’s signature grin is nowhere to be seen, his focus entirely on the fight. It looks like he isn’t going to go easy on you, no matter who you are. You wonder what kind of training he’s been doing-- to get that intense a level of focus. You keep your gloves up and commit to a strategy. It’s not like you’re going to outbox a boxer, so committing to making this a learning experience, you keep your head low and study what Cisco has to bring to the table. When your pony-tailed opponent notices you aren’t making any offensive moves, he rolls his eyes and gets down to business.Cisco tosses a few light jabs, nothing damaging, but enough to divert your attention long enough for him to skip in and deliver two shots to your gut that send you stumbling back, coughing. You weren’t ready for that. He moves in once again, jabbing, then going for body shots-- but you aren’t about to let the same trick work on you twice. You thrust a glove down and push Cisco’s gut shot harmlessly away, only for him to pepper you with jabs to the face that leave you a disoriented.You start to see a pattern emerging here, even among all the deception and technique. Cisco is going through motions-- switching between light jabs to the face and heavy straights and hooks to your body. After a few successful parries and a lot more unsuccessful ones, you manage to land a counter hook straight to your classmate’s jaw, sending him stumbling away.He shakes his head, and breaks that concentration for just a moment to flash you a grin. He’s glad you aren’t a pushover, that much is for sure. You go ahead and smile right on back, earning you a sudden jab that you’re barely able to block.The dull thrum of pain caused by Cisco’s body shots are distracting, to say the least, but otherwise you’re fine. Cisco has been moving around a lot more than you, though the two of you appear to be around the same level of fatigue. You’ve started throwing out experimental shots, most missing or being blocked, but stick to your strategy most of the time.>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surprise.>B. Keep it up, stay on the defensive.>C. Get. Crazy. Be strange and unpredictable.>D. Write-In.
>>1541866>>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surprise.
>>1541866>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surprise.Added bonus of letting Carl see this side of ourselves as well
>>1541866>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surprise.
>>1541866>>D. Write-In.>Keep our guard low and bait out a hook to the jaw. Duck under and thrown an upper straight for his.
>>1541866>>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surprise.>First we punch him in the nads, then headbutt him, then roundhouse him in the throat, then finish with biting his ear off. All perfectly legal and normal moves to be found in a boxing match, especially a spar.
>>1541866>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surpriseAttack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack Attack
>>1541866>A. Switch it up, get violent. Cisco thinks you’re a defensive fighter, and this is the element of surprise.Go out with a BANG
>>1541870>>1541873>>1541876>>1541885>>1541900>>1541902Y'all crazy. DC 75. Roll digital chance prisms.
Rolled 52 (1d100)>>1541910Time to rock and or roll
Rolled 78 (1d100)>>1541910
Rolled 11 (1d100)>>1541910
>>1541922He did it the absolute madman.
>>1541928With Cisco tossing combinations left and right, and you barely being able to keep up, there’s only one course of action your adrenaline-filled mind can come up with. Attack!You let out a roar and start throwing punches, wide swings and tighter-- more skilled shots you’ve seen Cisco toss altogether. It’s more of a rush than anything else, a flurry to surprise your opponent, and you aren’t surprised when a majority of your strikes either miss entirely or are blocked. Still, Cisco wasn’t prepared for this, and eventually you land a right cross straight to the pony-tailed fighter’s mouth, the impact reverberating throughout your arm and body. That felt good, not because you’re beating on your friend, but moreso because that felt right. Even if you aren’t sure what it’s called, that execution has to be in the books somewhere.Cisco stumbles, but steps right back in, jabbing and pounding your body with impacts that make you want to vomit. You’re able to land a few more shots on the guy, but he’s steadily keeping the upper hand. Still, being able to keep up like this completely untrained has to be impressing Carl, and you get confirmation with a ring of that bell. Cisco immediately skips back and tugs off his padded helmet, before letting out a high pitched ‘Woooooooo!’You struggle out of your helmet and let it fall to the ring mat, sucking air like its no one’s business. Holy shit, you kept up! In fact, you’re almost positive you were about to beat him for a moment. Well, not positive.Cisco walks over and claps you on the shoulder, grinning like a madman. “You sure you haven’t done this before? That was crazy, man!” He says jovially.“T-thanks man…” you manage to say in response, still out of breath.“Pretty good, kid. You’re allowed back any time. Not now though, I need a burger,” Carl shouts over his shoulder, already walking towards the exit. Strange guy. You wonder if he’s even a half decent coach, but then, Cisco here is a pretty good, so he has to be doing something right.You and Cisco wash up and change, eventually ending up out in front of the gym, you wearing your jacket and jeans, him in a blue flannel and cargo pants. When the two of you are done chattering about the unimportant bits, school and the like, Cisco eventually asks something of substance.“So, why’d you decide to come to Carl’s? It’s kind of run down, and the guy only trains a few people at a time. Oh, maybe you heard about the champions thing?” Cisco asks, then rattles off a whole slew of accolades you haven’t heard of. The way he’s talking about Carl, you’d assume the kid was his hype man.You have to cut him off, eventually. >A. You needed a workout, and to get in better shape. This seems fine.>B. You want to get better at fighting, to protect yourself and others.>C. You are a superhero. This is better than relying on your powers entirely. >D. Write-In
>>1542017>B. You want to get better at fighting, to protect yourself and others.>A. You needed a workout, and to get in better shape. This seems fine.
>>1542017>A. You needed a workout, and to get in better shape. This seems fine.>D. Also looks fun.
>>1542017>>B. You want to get better at fighting, to protect yourself and others.Also meta for a sec, but if we're gonna do boxing we oughta track down Wildcat.
>>1542017>A. You needed a workout, and to get in better shape. This seems fine.
>>1542017>>A. You needed a workout, and to get in better shape. This seems fine.>B. You want to get better at fighting, to protect yourself and others.
>>1542017>A. You needed a workout, and to get in better shape.
>>1542017>>B. You want to get better at fighting, to protect yourself and others.
B is such a boring option
>>1542056ur a boring option
>>1542023>>1542029>>1542031>>1542037>>1542046>>1542049>>1542052After a moment of thought, you tell Cisco you came here to learn to fight. To protect yourself, and others, as well as get a good workout and get in better shape. Cisco doesn’t seem to find any issue with that, in fact he gives you an approving nod.“Same here, t’be honest. My brother’s in the hospital, and dad’s not around. None of my other brothers know how to fight, so if anything goes wrong, I’m kinda the only one who knows how to handle it,” Cisco informs you, tugging the band keeping his hair up free. His straight black hair falls around his shoulders.“Damn, your brother’s in the hospital? What happened?” you ask.“Some asshole came at him with a knife. The crime in this city is fucking stupid common,” Cisco spits out, mood shifting suddenly. “I mean, the whole country is screwed. The world too, probably. Central City is a nice place, and even we get stabbings and theft and super villains romping through the streets every once in awhile. It’s stupid. The Flash and Vibe and that guy with the scarf aren’t going to keep up safe forever. We need more heroes, or we need to know how to protect ourselves.”Cisco pulls out a smartphone, and starts thumbing through applications, looking for the right one. After a moment, he taps a little radio icon, and opens that police scanner app he put on your phone awhile ago. He turns the volume down, but there’s a stream of numbers and letters and callsigns buzzing under your conversation now-- and since you got to memorizing a few codes, it’s a lot harder to just ignore.“Anyway, It’s cool you’re getting into this. We don’t hang outside of school, but I come here every Saturday and a few days out the week. I don’t know how often you’re planning on coming here, but if you’re still figuring out a schedule just use mine. I can kick your ass more often that way,” he says cheekily, grinning at you.You punch him in the shoulder in response, and he stumbles away, groaning in mock-pain. That’s better. This Cisco is a lot more fun to deal with.Suddenly, you register a stream of letters and code phrases, the scanner’s broadcasting for backup at the local museum. Something about an ‘Atypical Threat’, which you’ve come to recognize as ‘Super Powered Criminal’ or strange phenomena heroes tend to deal with. Cisco doesn’t seem to have caught the message, even though it’s being repeated again and again. >A. Tell Cisco you have to get home, then get out of sight. Get your costume, then get to the museum ASAP!>B. The police, the Flash, and others can handle it. It’s late. You’re tired. Hang with Cisco then head home.>C. No time to lose, rush straight to the museum.>D. Write-In.
>>1542135>>A. Tell Cisco you have to get home, then get out of sight. Get your costume, then get to the museum ASAP!The only way we're going to get better is constant fighting.
>>1542135>>A. Tell Cisco you have to get home, then get out of sight. Get your costume, then get to the museum ASAP!
>>1542135>B. The police, the Flash, and others can handle it. It’s late. You’re tired. Hang with Cisco then head home.We're in no shape to fight crime right now.
>>1542135>>A. Tell Cisco you have to get home, then get out of sight. Get your costume, then get to the museum ASAP!>We don’t hang outside of school.Awww, he wants to be friends.Offer to hang out with Cisco later. We are currently Billy No-mates.
>>1542135>B. The police, the Flash, and others can handle it. It’s late. You’re tired. Hang with Cisco then head home.Vibe is Cisco's brother.
>>1542170No, really?>>1542169We're friends with not Death
>>1542170I feel like a fucking idiot for not catching that.
>>1542200I dont have the brains problems
>>1542135>A. Tell Cisco you have to get home, then get out of sight. Get your costume, then get to the museum ASAP!
>>1542135>A if we aren't totally fucking winded>B if we are
>>1542147>>1542148>>1542169>>1542255“Hey, Cisco, I’ve gotta get home. My dad will kill me if I’m out too late,” you tell Cisco, using the excuse to jog down the street, your gym back bouncing off your back. “We can hang anytime, man! I’m definitely coming back to the gym!” You call over your shoulder, just to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong impression. No reason to be rude to Cisco. Cisco’s cool.Your friend whoops a goodbye after you, before heading to wherever he’s headed. You duck into an alley, then check to make sure no one’s looking. Once you’re sure the coast is clear, you begin to build that energy in your gut, the pressure rising and filling your being with strength. You shudder for a moment, still having to keep focused, otherwise the power will activate on its own. Your eyes shoot open, and the edges of your vision blur, the center a laser-sharp focused tunnel. You’re off, dashing from alley to alley, hopping over comparatively frozen cars and avoiding pedestrians, using hyper-speed dashes to make it home in two minutes flat. You rush inside your home and up the stairs to your room, your dad waving over his shoulder as you pass, sippin’ his coffee.You slam your door shut behind you, earning you a gruff warning from down below. You wince, hoping your dad doesn’t come upstairs, and start getting suited up. You slip on those friction-resistant tights, then the stylish boots made to resist wear and tear. The gloves go on next, then the bullet proof motorcycle jacket. You strap the watch you promised to wear on, then finally, place the helmet over your head. Fully suited up, you glance at the full body mirror at the edge of your room. You feel like this won’t ever stop being cool.---Skidding to a halt a few blocks away from Central City’s own Museum of Historical.. things you weren’t paying attention to in the pamphlet, you take a moment to get a better look at the situation at hand.It’s late, almost midnight by your estimation, and the sky is cloudless and dotted with twinkling stars. A slew of police cruisers form a crescent shape around the front of the museum, and spotlights are being shone on the entrance, bathing the already marble building in ghostly light. You were sure to get an update on the situation before you rushed over, and from your understanding, there’s someone in the building holding a few civilians hostage and making demands.>A. Speed up to the cops and ask them to fill you in on the situation. Hopefully they recognize you as a hero.>B. Rush past the police and straight into the museum. Nobody’s going to see you if you move fast enough.>C. Dash around and see if you can’t find a better angle on the museum, figure out a plan of attack or just gather some extra intel.>D. Write-In
>>1542294>>C. Dash around and see if you can’t find a better angle on the museum, figure out a plan of attack or just gather some extra intel.
>>1542294>C. Dash around and see if you can’t find a better angle on the museum, figure out a plan of attack or just gather some extra intel.
>A. Speed up to the cops and ask them to fill you in on the situation. Hopefully they recognize you as a hero.
>>1542294>>B. Rush past the police and straight into the museum. Nobody’s going to see you if you move fast enough.
>>1542294>C>DHostage retrieval a go go baby
>>1542185Implying she's not doing her "one day as a mortal shtick every century" but this time for a whole year.>>1542294>C. Dash around and see if you can’t find a better angle on the museum, figure out a plan of attack or just gather some extra intel.
>>1542346I hope she is because then we might actually be able to date her.
>>1542346Something tells me Death has better things to do than tell fortunes and putz about for an entire year. It hurts, but I think she's out of reach right now.
>>1542390She can probably do whatever she wants, I see no reason why she can't just make clones of herself to take people to the afterlife. I mean what is she supposed to do if two people die at the exact same time around the world?
>>1542303>>1542308>>1542310>>1542329>>1542332>>1542346Deciding you’d rather not go into this situation blind, you activate your hyper-speed and dash ‘round the museum, looking for a better vantage point. Strangely, any window you or entrance you find is blocked off or reflective of the outside terraces. Annoyed, you take another lap around the building, making absolutely sure you haven’t missed an opening. Nothing.This isn’t a complete bust, however. The reflective surfaces blocking the windows give you an idea. You pull out a cell and look up some information on who you assume can be the only local villain behind this. It takes you a moment, but the hoards of internet cape-fanatics don’t disappoint. You find an article on Mirror Master, a blurry photograph of a man in a yellow and green suit posted over some information gathered. You get the bright idea of dashing forward while you read, effectively cutting the time needed to process the information to a fourth.Unfortunately, there aren’t any conclusive ideas on Mirror Master. He’s either magic or a genius scientist, an illusionist or inter-dimensional traveler using his out-of-this-world technology for criminal purposes. Still, the central idea is static. He’s a master of misdirection and illusion. Maybe you made the right choice not just rushing in there without a plan. “Listen, let one of the hostages go, and we’ll fulfill one of your demands!” A man in a police jacket announces into a microphone, the device broadening his already booming voice. “You have to understand this won’t end well. The Flash will be here any second.”There’s no response from the building, but you can hear a low, lazy whir start up. The sound builds ever so slowly, barely perceptible in rising pitch. You aren’t sure what’s happening.>A. Better safe than sorry, dash a few blocks away and wait for whatever’s going to happen to happen.>B. Dash over to the police officers and warn them, though they most likely hear the whirring. >C. Round the building and dash right on in, this time with an idea of what you’re up against. Still risky.>D. Write-In
>>1542413>>1542390>>1542360Even better, we might even meet her brother, Not!BRIAN BLESSED.>>1542439>>B. Dash over to the police officers and warn them, though they most likely hear the whirring.
>>1542439>>C. Round the building and dash right on in, this time with an idea of what you’re up against. Still risky.Can't let him finish whatever he's doing.
>>1542346>>1542360>>1542390>>1542413You guys need to calm down. She isn't even that ho- Oh.. Oh...
>>1542439>C. Round the building and dash right on in, this time with an idea of what you’re up against. Still risky.
>>1542439>>C. Round the building and dash right on in, this time with an idea of what you’re up against. Still risky.
>>1542439>>B. Dash over to the police officers and warn them, though they most likely hear the whirring.
>>1542452Then we'd have to eat his shitty cooking while listening to his shitty poetry.>>1542457Death's personality is literally the character you wrote.
>>1542457Please don't change the character due to waifufagging.
>>1542467Completely unintentional. >>1542469Don't worry about that.
>>1542467Could just be similar, there's only so many different sorts of people in the world, it's when you get to the fine details they get interesting.Maybe they just share an overall personality type.
>>1542484I figured it was by chance, but damn if you didn't make almost the exact same character.
>>1542484Good, so about that Zatanna...
>>1542454>>1542459>>1542460Alright, well, roll for running headlong into a mostly unknown situation. DC 80.
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>1542510
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>1542510Time to be a hero
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>1542510
>>1542508Zatanna is currently still at her own personal Hogwarts with pops.
>>1542518>>1542520>>1542521Damn. You seem to have pleased the dice gods.
>>1542413Well it seems when people die they go to her, not the other way around.
>>1542529Whatever who you can only assume to be Mirror Master is planning, it can’t be good. A few of the police officers have drawn their sidearms, and a good many more are ducking behind their cruisers, the whirring giving perfectly sound reason to worry. You aren’t about to let this thing reach its climax, not if you’re able to stop it. Building that energy within, you burst forward once, twice, thrice, and line yourself up with the entrance of the museum, straight down the road a few yards behind the police line.A wide-eyed police officer, freckle-faced and worried beyond her years, glances over her shoulder just in time to spot you crouched in a runner’s posture. She barely has time to process what she’s looking at before you disappear in a blue of motion, barreling down that hyper-speed highway, straight into the museum’s doors.You burst through the entrance without much difficulty, though you imagine those huge wooden doors were pretty expensive. Oh well, all’s fair in cops and robbers. You have trouble processing the images to your sides, due to your blurred vision, but have a pretty good idea of what’s directly in front fo you. Surprisingly, you spot Mirror Master right away, just standing there holding a gun of some description. He’s shorter than you imagined, and his yellow jumpsuit is ill-fitting. This is gonna be cake.You speed forward and throw a lazy jab at the villain’s thigh, looking to snap it and put him out of commission, as you’ve done with a few other bad guys. Your fist, however, passes straight through him. What? You skid to a halt, and turn to look at the grinning figure. He turns to face you, looking rather pleased with himself, but his expression twists to one of confusion. He doesn’t recognize you. Good, you can use that.“And who are you supposed to be?” You hear reverberating from all around you. Shit, is he in your head? No, speakers. It’s hard to tell. The voice is nasal, but raspy at the same time. Altogether unpleasant to listen to. >Continued
>>1542693Still they never run into each other and Death does go and do shit besides spending all day dealing with newly deceased.
>>1542701Neglecting to answer, you glance around to find the source of the whirring, spotting a trio of hostages-- A little girl with a back pack, an older gentleman, and a young man clutching the little girl protectively. They’re sat huddled near a shattered display of one of the first cameras to be invented, and a short ways off there’s a device about the size and shape of a bowling ball with a slice taken out of it to act as a base. You recognize it as the source of the whirring.Mirror Master, or at least the image of him, aims that pistol at you. Your eyes widen, and you scramble to speed off, narrowly dodging the blast. After skidding to a halt near the device, you glance back to find the spot you were standing is unharmed. That figure must be there to distract from the real threat. You turn to the device and use your hyper-speed to punt it, absolutely tearing through its components, causing it to explode. You’re tossed back against the far wall, but luckily your invulnerability was active on impact."That wasn't very smart, now was it?" You hear reverberate around you. "Maybe try and use your head. Having to deal with amateurs is tiresome."The civilians are unharmed, but not for long, it seems. Four more Mirror Masters have surrounded them, holding pistols with hexagonal barrels pointed to their heads. Not to mention the room is starting to shift, the entrance nowhere to be seen now. The hell is going on?>A. Use your speed to dispatch the Mirror Masters holding their weapons to the hostage’s heads. You can’t take the chance that one of them might be real.>B. Search the premises for any more devices that might be the cause of these illusions.>C. Screw it, get violent. Crash through anything and everything until you’ve broken whatever it is casting these illusions. You’ll most likely bust up some priceless artifacts, but these people’s lives are in danger.>D. Write-In
>>1542722>A. Use your speed to dispatch the Mirror Masters holding their weapons to the hostage’s heads. You can’t take the chance that one of them might be real.
>>1542722He's probably not even here and he's using cameras and mirror bullshit but eh>A. Use your speed to dispatch the Mirror Masters holding their weapons to the hostage’s heads. You can’t take the chance that one of them might be real.
>>1542722>>A. Use your speed to dispatch the Mirror Masters holding their weapons to the hostage’s heads. You can’t take the chance that one of them might be real.then>>B. Search the premises for any more devices that might be the cause of these illusions.
>>1542722>>A. Use your speed to dispatch the Mirror Masters holding their weapons to the hostage’s heads. You can’t take the chance that one of them might be real.
>>1542722>D. Look, buddy, I know you aren't going to kill the hostages. It's just not your MO. Frankly, I don't want to spend the next hour looking for the real you, either. So...why don't we break even? I secure the hostages and focus on that, you make your escape? Nobody has to have any embarrassing accidents?
>>1542742>>D. Look, buddy, I know you aren't going to kill the hostages. It's just not your MO. Frankly, I don't want to spend the next hour looking for the real you, either. So...why don't we break even? I secure the hostages and focus on that, you make your escape? Nobody has to have any embarrassing accidents?I like this.
>>1542728>>1542732>>1542736>>1542740>Taking the direct option when mirror master has been hinted at being a master of misdirection and illusory bullshitNever change, Anons. DC 90. Roll.
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>1542782BARRY BLESS MY ROLL!
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>1542782Why use our brain when we can use our fists?
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>1542782
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>1542782Rolling
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>1542782Fuck I was late, I'll try anyways.
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>1542782Plz be in time.
God didn't want this to happen.
>>1542714Who never runs into each other? You lost me.
>>1542782We gotta' learn the hard way.
>>1542846No one who dies runs into anyone else who dies even if it happens at the same time when they meet death. So she has to have some way to handle when people die without her being their.
I don't really know the flashes enimes at all beside reverse FlashI found them all to be to stupid
>>1542852I was speaking figuratively. I didn't mean to imply there was a waiting line. But of course going out and reading a bit just so I don't look like an ass, Death can be literally everywhere at once. And that apparently any mortal she falls in love with has "their downfall assured" which is vague and dumb. But since everyone dies we can assume it means some other fucked up shit happens to them before they die. She also appeared for a day on earth as a man. And it seems she can only ever take a day off once a century for a single day. I'm not sure. But with all the other "rules" and shit that she apparently has to deal with it's probably pretty safe to say she can't just do whatever, whenever. She still talks to her siblings at will, I think. Fuck if I know. Shit gets confusing when you're looking at decades old comics and retcons and reboots and spinoffs and other shit. Basically ask Slink, since he's god here.
>>1542862>I found them all to be stupid
>>1542807Damn it, the hostages! You can’t let anything happen to them. What kind of hero would you be? Drawing upon the energy within, you let it build and then burst forth in a torrent of speed, striking through all four of the mirror images, causing them to shatter and clatter to the ground. What the hell is even going on? He’s supposed to be a master of illusion, sure, but this is pointless annoyance. You’re starting to think he isn’t even here.You turn your attention to the hostages, one of which has disappeared. The man clutching the little girl looks up with you with fear in her eyes, while the little girl herself seems more curious about you than what’s going on. She reaches out to touch your helmet, but there’s no time for adorable shenanigans.“Hey, where’d the old man that was with you go?” you ask the young man, your voice distorted by your helmet’s speaker. The man only gives you a quizzical look.“What old man? It’s just us,” he answers, voice trembling. “Please, help me and my little sister. We have to get out of here!” Out of the corner of your helmet’s screen, you notice the old man lying unconscious a few feet away. You gesture for the two to not fret and warn them to alert you if anything weird happens, then jog over to the old man’s side. However, when you reach him, he starts to turn, and distort, and flatten, as if he was a two-dimensional cutout of a person. In his place you see the barrel of some weapon-- and before you can rush off, you’re caught in net, the netting of which is charged with electricity! You’re thrown to the ground with the force of the net gun, and the pain that courses through you. Every muscle in your body tenses uncontrollably, and you scream in pain. Fuck, this hurts! While you toss and turn in pain, you notice a reflection on the inside of your motorcycle helmet. It’s a laughing Mirror Master, pointing right at you and chuckling.>A. Try and use your speed to break free. You have… absolutely no way of getting a run going, but maybe your power can blast you out of this on its own.>B. Call for the young man to help you. He’s the only friendly in the area.>C. Ride out the pain. That police officer on the radio said the Flash was coming. He’ll save you!>D. Write-In
>>1542914>A. Try and use your speed to break free. You have… absolutely no way of getting a run going, but maybe your power can blast you out of this on its own.>B. Call for the young man to help you. He’s the only friendly in the area.
>>1542914>>A. Try and use your speed to break free. You have… absolutely no way of getting a run going, but maybe your power can blast you out of this on its own.
>>1542914>A. Try and use your speed to break free. You have… absolutely no way of getting a run going, but maybe your power can blast you out of this on its own.We go in a direction, let's try and work with gravity this time.
>>1542914>AStraight. Into. A. Wall.
>>1542914>>A. Try and use your speed to break free. You have… absolutely no way of getting a run going, but maybe your power can blast you out of this on its own.>THRASH ABOUT
Fucking mirrors and their tazers.
>>1542922>>1542929>>1542932>>1542940>>1542944Alright anons. Silver lining. Roll for something... special. DC 70.
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>1542960I hope that our ability isn't superspeed, but magnifying vectors of our choice.
Rolled 88 (1d100)>>1542969DAYUUMMMMMMMMM!>>1542960
Rolled 34 (1d100)>>1542960Rolling
>>1542982https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aq5qYA4k_UYYou’re being wracked with electricity, every muscle in your body is contracting violently and putting immense pressure on your being. Soon, you’ll pass out from the excruciating pain. There’s nothing you can do but hope to god the Flash, or a healed Vibe, or Wonder Woman or.. or… Anyone can save you.Maybe you aren’t cut out for this. You’re just some kid wearing tights and a motorcycle helmet for crying out loud. What were you thinking? Getting involved in this ridiculous game of cops and robbers-- this giant, lethal Halloween costume party that never seems to end. This is no way to waste your youth. You should be at home, playing video games or talking with your dad. This obsession with thonged crusaders has always been unhealthy. You shake your head, snapping out of the defeatist malaise. You can’t let this smug prick knock the will to fight out of you with what amounts to a bunch of string tied to a car battery. You aren’t that pathetic.You’re able to open your eyes and wince through the pain, getting an eyeful of the image of Mirror Master still chuckling at you. Using the anger welling up inside of you as fuel, you let that mysterious energy fill your being. You lose focus a few times, the shocking pain drifting you in and out of consciousness, and are unable to build up a steady flow for quite a while. However, you won’t be denied.With a blood curdling shout filtered through your malfunctioning helmet speaker, you release all the energy you’ve been able to build up within you. Anywhere but here. You have to break free… and so you do.For a moment, you think you’re in space. The entirety of your vision is black, dotted with twinkling stars. You feel weightless, floating in the quiet of space… and you are peaceful.But, of course, you aren’t in space. A fact made clear when you feel gravity pull you back down to where you belong. What brought you here? Your power, of course. You might have to re-evaluate your ability at some point. Your vision swims as you twirl in the air, and below you is Central City, a dazzling marvel of man, lights and skyscrapers and… the ground, approaching quickly.You realize you’re about to fall to your death.“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”>End Session.
I'm around for questions and feedback. Otherwise catch you at the end run.
>>1543115Thanks for running.Mirror Master may now be trapped inside of us, so that's cool.
>>1543115Good end. GG no re. Everyone go home. Nothing to see here. Move along.
>>1543137We can use our power to make horizontal momentum to land softer, and with invulnerability. At worst, damage to a road.
>>1543146We jumped up super high, we can fall just as fast on him.
>>1543146Pack it up and head on out. Time to leave. Don't concern yourself further. Everyone just return to your domiciles.
>>1543157Why do you assume he isn't in our helmet?
>>1543229Quit shadowrunning, you faggot.
>>1543241>We literally read about Mirror Master before this fightkk.
And we're back. Live in 30.
>>1548977alright, first thread I can join in!
Eventually, you run out of breath, and your panicked screaming subsides. Turns out you’re higher than you thought. The biting chill of the air rushing through the fabric of your suit gives you something to anchor on-- something to snap you out of the instinctive terror that fights to overwhelm you. Sweating, muscles still aching from electricity shooting through them, and plummeting to your almost certain demise… well, you aren’t pissing yourself, so that’s a plus.Through your helmet visor, you see the rapidly approaching city below, resembling a flattened out concrete Christmas tree with skyscraper ornaments and a whole lot of lights. Granite National Park stretches out for awhile to your right, and directly below you is what you assume to be the museum, if the distant red and blue lights circling the place are any indication. It would be beautiful if you weren’t aware of that fact that you’re going to die in about sixty seconds, give or take.Out of the corner of your visor, you spot a wide-eyed figure. Mirror Master, reflected on the inside of your helmet, runs back and forth across your field of vision in an attempt to find some kind of exit. Strange thing for a projected image to do. Why keep this taunting up? He must know you’re going to fall to your death, and if not, that you’re nowhere near the museum anymore.You spread your arms and legs in a star shape, your protective jacket rippling out behind you as you plummet just an iota slower. Why not buy yourself a few more seconds to ponder before oblivion? You surprise yourself with this sudden clarity of thought in the face of death, but then, you suspect a healthy dose of fear-induced chemicals have something to do with that. The human brain is a strange, wonderful thing.>Continued
>>1549060What was Mirror Master even doing at the Museum? You didn’t spot anything particularly interesting or valuable during your failed rescue attempt, nor did you notice anything missing from the displays in the main hall. It seems completely asinine, now that you think about it. Being a villainous agitator and taking hostages without a goal doesn’t strike you as something Mirror Master would do. He’s smarter than that, right? He has to be. The guy managed to fool you well enough, anyway. You wonder how long it’ll take your dad to realize you’re gone. He’s a pretty smart guy, when he isn’t being stubborn. You aren’t sure if he genuinely believes you don’t have powers, or if he’s just being difficult to give you space to deal with it on your own. Seems like something he would do. Having you show up as a splat on tomorrow’s front page news will be confirmation enough, you suppose. Just before you can get to the whole ‘life flashing before your eyes’ bit of this little experience, you spot a streak of red rushing down the road leading to the museum as mind boggling speeds, something you wouldn’t even have noticed if you weren’t subject to a perilous birds eye view of the city. You try and focus on the crimson blur of movement, try and follow it, but you inevitably lose the trail. Not that it matters. You know what (or more specifically, who) that is.You start to hyperventilate, your trajectory aimed to bring you to a body-mangling impact with the roof of the museum. There’s still some time. A few seconds. The mini-Mirror Master has started to panic and frantically bang against the screen of your visor. This is it. >A. Squeeze your eyes shut and brace yourself.>B. Use your power, and rush right into the museum with full force. If you’re going out, you’re going out with a bang.>C. Use your power, aim… away. Anywhere that isn’t the ground.>D. Call out for help.>E. Write-In
>>1549064>B. Use your power, and rush right into the museum with full force. If you’re going out, you’re going out with a bang.
>C. Use your power, aim… away. Anywhere that isn’t the ground.We are invincible while in superspeed so we should be able to just dash into the ground and be fine. Right?
>>1549093That's what I think is the case, so if we hit the ground mid dash we should be fine. It's why I chose b.
>>1549110Sure, just think that crashing right back into the mirror-filled museum isn't the best idea. If it goes to a tie breaker I'll vote for it though.
>>1549064>C. Use your power, aim… away. Anywhere that isn’t the ground.I wouldn't be opposed to aiming at the museum if there weren't hostages in there. And whilst we can see the flash running about, we don't know if he's actually there and saved them.
>>1549080>>1549093>>1549143>>1549154Taking a deep breath, you let the energy that got you into this situation in the first place burn in your gut, roiling and growing intensely until it spreads throughout your entire body, the tips of your fingers tingling-- and not just from the cold. The layered roof of the museum approaches swiftly, but you hold the energy in until the very last moment… then you let it go.You feel a familiar strength flow into you, and the edges of your vision blur. The muffled roar of wind you could hear through your helmet before suddenly disappears You don’t stop moving, in fact you’ve already burst through the roof of the museum. You barely noticed. The impact with the first floor catches your attention a bit more, however, as you come to an abrupt, briefly painful halt, and your vision goes black.--You groggily blink your eyes open, and see nothing. Simply darkness. It takes a moment, but you realize you’re laying face first on something rough, harsh and uncomfortable. An unfortunate attempt at standing precedes a long, drawn out groan of pain, both belonging to you. Your entire body feels like a giant bruise. You hear the distant murmurs of speech and the light thumping of footfalls. >A. Try and get up again. You aren’t going to let some fall keep you down.>B. Try and flip onto your back and see if your vision returns to you.>C. Feel around for something, anything that will give you an idea of where you are. >D. Write-In
>B. Try and flip onto your back and see if your vision returns to you.
>>1549167>B. Try and flip onto your back and see if your vision returns to you.Let's take it easy
Guess I'll extend the voting time to thirty minutes instead of ten. Makes sense, this isn't exactly a great Quest. Not gonna attract a lot of attention.Updates will come slower too, then. Can't keep up the 20 minute refresh if I'm getting like two votes.
>>1549167>A. Try and get up again. You aren’t going to let some fall keep you down.
>>1549207I forgot to put the auto-update thing on.And it is a good quest, Slinky.
>>1549207On the other hand it's less opposition between us and best girl. It is a great quest though.
>>1549167>B. Try and flip onto your back and see if your vision returns to you.>>1549207I wouldn't sweat it too much, during certain times of day the entire board can be dead and honestly you've got much better pace and attendance than most of the new quests on the board
>>1549187>>1549188>>1549316You plant a palm on the rough ground beneath you, wincing at the straining pain it puts on the muscles in your arm and back. Still, you manage to push and roll yourself over, the movement bringing a wave of head-spinning nausea. Damn, this isn’t fun at all. Still, mission accomplished, you can see. A majority of your vision is still darkness, but just in the center, you’re able to make out a blurry white light through a shattered helmet visor. God damn it, you just got this brain bucket.Blinking away the grogginess helps, and the hole above you leading into the museum makes itself a little more recognizable. It has to be… eight, maybe ten meters up, and about as wide as a dump truck. You must have drilled straight into the ground. A crimson masked fact with two golden lightning ear caps pops out over the edge of your crater, eyes wide as dinner plates. Must have surprised him with your dynamic re-entry. Flash.You’re suddenly whisked away from your dirt bed, and lying on the polished linoleum museum floor. Another shock of pain jolts through you, forcing out another groan of pain. The Flash stands kneeling beside you, frowning as he takes not a nanosecond to look you over. Christ, didn’t this guy ever learn not to move an injured person? What a dick.The speedster whistles.“Did you fall from space or something? You came in pretty damn fast, and that’s coming from me,” Flash says, shaking his head incredulously. Most of your helmet’s visor is shattered, but it looks like there’s enough tinted material left intact to keep him from recognizing you. The mini-Mirror Master that was messing around on the inside of your helmet has disappeared, but after letting your head loll to the side, you notice the yellow and green villain tied up nearby, unconscious. The hostages are gone too, though you imagine they got out okay with the Flash being here instead of speeding off to save them. You turn back to see the hero squinting at you.“Well, either you’re another alien, or a very, very talented sky diver. Kidding. The suit’s nice. Familiar handiwork, now that I look at’cha,” He says. The Flash leans in close, and shields his mouth from the unconscious villain.“That you, kid?”>A. Yes.>B. No.>C. Groan in pain.>D. Write-in
>C. Groan in pain.>A. Yes.Groan an affirmative yes.
>>1549334>A. Yes.C. Groan in pain.
>>1549207Sorry, I had to mow the lawn.
>>1549334>A. Yes.>D. thanks for the save
>>1549343>>1549344>>1549369>>1549375>>1549381You let out a whiny groan of pain, playing it up a little. It’s not like you aren’t actually hurting-- far from it. This absolutely sucks. Still, can’t hurt to garner a tiny bit more sympathy. Flash’s brow knits, but after a moment of watching your terrible acting he pats you on the chest and tells you to knock it off through a grin. The pat, however, alerts you to a very noticeable pain in your side, and you let out a slightly more genuine groan. The hero winces and mouths a ‘Sorry’.“Y-yeah, it’s me…” you manage to say through gritted teeth.Flash’s eyes light up.“Well dang, you certainly went whole hog. Sara and her employers got you seriously kitted out. Couldn’t have had that suit for too long though. She’s going to be very upset when she founds out you broke her stuff so soon,” Flash says, tutting at you. “I need a hospit- Aagh! Damn it… my everything hurts,” you manage to say between shallow breaths. Taking too deep a breath only seems to send a sharp pain through your side. Must have broken something. A rib, probably.“What, you can’t just heal it? I mean, you’ve got super speed, flight I guess, toughness…” Flash says, almost bitterly, followed by a mumbled, “At least you’re not another Superman.”You shoot Flash a dangerous look which you’re sure is diminished by most of your face being shielded, but either way he shrugs apologetically, and waves it off. Must have been a poor joke.“Alright, alright, I’m only joshing. I’ll get you fixed up soon enough. You’ve been in that crater of yours for a few minutes at most, and the paramedics outside are treating the hostages. I could just, you know, deal with you myself if you want,” Flash offers, cracking his knuckles in a way that does not give you confidence in his medical capabilities. Still, if he’s offering, he must have some knowledge.“It’ll hurt like no one’s business getting you out of here and into somewhere private, but it’s probably better than letting them wheel you out of here and to a hospital. Reporters are swarming outside, probably gonna snap a few shots of you when they pull that helmet off for medical purposes. It’s up to you though,” Flash says. Just then, a veritable swarm of police officers pour into the front entrance of the museum, most tipping their hats to the Flash when they spot him, and a good few more giving you quizzical looks.>A. Accept the offer, and try not to pass out during the run you’re about to go on.>B. Decline, and hope to goodness the paramedics don’t unmask you then and there.>C. Write-In
>>1549442>A. Accept the offer, and try not to pass out during the run you’re about to go on.
>A. Accept the offer, and try not to pass out during the run you’re about to go on.This choice will not only help keep our identity safe, but also save us from making a really shitty first impression upon the general public. Superheroes are supposed to be these invincible heroes, getting carried out on a stretcher our first night out in costume is not a great way to start our cape career.
>>1549465tell that to vibe
>>1549455>>1549461>>1549465DC 30. I'd advise you not to fail this. ROLL
Rolled 4 (1d100)>>1549483I wish to fail please.
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>1549483D100 yeah pappy?>>1549486SHUT THE FUCK UP AND DON'T EVER ROLL AGAIN
Rolled 82 (1d100)>>1549483god 4chan's being a little bitch
>>1549486>>1549490>>1549492Congrats on not getting paralyzed.
>>1549497We really need to learn to control this.I don't want to turn into the Super Paraplegic. We run really fast with our arms.
>>1549497That's about what I figured would have happened, what would you have done if we failed?
>>1549503We'd have been paralyzed.
>>1549510Obviously, what would happen after that is what I mean. Quest end or something else?
>>1549497You give Flash a nod of consent, which he takes you up on immediately, sweeping you up in his arms with as much care as he can manage. Being carried like a bride, you just kind of slump the side of your helmet against Flash’s shoulder and try not to groan out in pain again. The hero shoots a wink at the officers milling about, then takes off in a burst of speed. The entirety of your existence is pain. For a moment, you feel as though you’ve died and gone to hell. Every inch of your body screams in agony, and your vision is nothing but crimson and shocks of gold, with the occasional gut-wrenching blur of visual movement for variety. This is absolute torture. Why did you agree to this? Then, just when you’re about to pass out, the pain dies down to a more manageable, searing 8 out of 10, and you’re lying on a fluffy blue mattress with most of your clothes stripped off. Your helmet is gone too, and you suddenly feel very naked, even though you’ve still got boxer-briefs on. Your vision swims and dims, but you’re able to see that you are in someone’s bedroom. A desk with a laptop sat atop it sits at the end of the room, and the blue sheets you’re lying on are patterned with the periodic table. A few posters of old 80’s cop movies you’re pretty sure you’ve seen your dad watching line the walls, and a closet with one of the doors hanging open is set near the bed, the door hanging open to reveal a pile of text boots piled at the bottom under a bunch of hanging clothes.Whoever this room belongs to is a huge nerd.Flash suddenly zooms into the room, bringing with him a first aid kit. He disappears once more, only to return a moment later with a tray of fishing line, gauze, and a bunch of metal instruments. Another few runs and he’s got a bunch of other medical equipment that looks like it’s been stolen out of the ER. Then, he appears in front of you, and puts a plastic mask over your face. You furrow your brow and try to struggle, but that only makes you feel like absolute dogshit. Instead, you let yourself drift into a chemically induced haze, then off into dreamland.>Continued
Sorry I'm late
>>1549586The sound of gunshots and men barking orders rouses you from your slumber. You groggily flutter your eyes open, half-panicking, half-ready for combat. Luckily, you spot the source of the noise before you end up hurting yourself. The Flash is cross-legged on a stool a few feet away from you, the crimson of his suit faintly illuminated by the light of a laptop sat atop his lap. You can’t see what he’s watching, but judging by the amount of synth and sheer quantity of one-liners being spewed from the laptop’s speakers, you’re guessing it’s from a better time.You’re laying on a slightly less comfy stretcher in a mostly empty room. Judging by the low ceiling, support beams, concrete floor and steps leading up to a light source, you guess you’re in someone’s basement. The Speedster notices your eyes are open, and shuts the laptop.“How’re ya feelin’?” He asks, grinning at you.Now that he mentions it, you don’t feel too bad at all. Hungry as all hell and very, very weak, but definitely not in as much pain as you were before. “I’m… alright,” you manage, noticing your throat is incredibly dry. Noticing the hoarseness of your tone, the red-tighted man disappears in a blur of crimson motion, only to return with a glass of water. You take it gratefully and gulp it down like a man who’s been thirsty for days. Appropriate simile, you find out.“You’ve been out for awhile there, buddy. Two days. Healing up well enough, from what I can see. You didn’t actually break anything, but damn did you get banged up. Gonna need to take a break from the whole hero thing. Just my advice, though. Take it or leave it,” Flash says, crossing his arms.“Thank you,” you say, unsure of what else you COULD say.The fastest man alive flashes you a dazzling grin and shoots you a salute. There’s a moment of silence.>A. Ask Flash if he knows what the hell is going on with all the villains in the city getting more active recently. This can’t be normal, can it? >B. Ask Flash if he’s still apprehensive about that training gig.>C. Ask Flash to take you home and lie you in your own bed. Your dad is probably worried.>D. Write-in
>>1549650>B. Ask Flash if he’s still apprehensive about that training gig.>D. Write in"My dad must be worried about me."
>>1549656This.Doesn't hurt to ask.
>>1549650this>>1549656plus >A. Ask Flash if he knows what the hell is going on with all the villains in the city getting more active recently. This can’t be normal, can it?
>>154965030 minutes seems a bit excessive there papa maybe 15 at most everyone has a slow day every once in a while
>>1549799I got to agree with this guy
>>1549799>>1549804true, and it is a Wednesday so of course there were way less people when we started. Plus we seem to have a decent amount of players back on and voting so...
>>1549656>>1549662>>1549664>>1549681>>1549703>>1549756You manage a smile of your own, then take a moment to think. Maybe Flash has reconsidered that training… apprenticeship thing you had in mind before. Seeing what you can do must have given him second thoughts, right?“Hey, Flash?” You open, propping yourself up on your elbows.“What’s up, Blur?” He says, interlocking his fingers behind the back of his head, grinning at you smugly. Looks like he got a hold of that first name you came up with somehow. Probably asked Vibe for it before he got hospitalized. Wait, do they even know each other? So many questions.“Vector,” You correct him. It’s your turn to look smug. Flash just shrugs and gestures for you to continue. “I had a few things to ask. What’s with all the villain activity recently? I mean, it can’t be normal for the Rogues to start causing so much trouble back to back. There have been, what, five incidents in the last two weeks? It’s insane,” you ask Flash. He only adjusts his mask in response, tugging at the two golden bolt-caps on the sides of his head.“Honestly, I haven’t got a clue. I’ve run myself ragged trying to keep up with the spike in crime going on in Central City, and it isn’t getting any better. Something’s wrong. I’ve got a gut feeling. Thing is, I can’t focus on CC exclusively anymore. Not since Starro. This City needs more heroes,” Flash informs you, looking a little exhausted just recalling his efforts.“Starro?” you ask.“Big alien Starfish that crashed near Metropolis. It was insane-- bunch of heroes showed up and teamed up to curb-stomp the thing. Long story short, I met a bunch of like-minded individuals. I mean, I’ve met Superman and Wonder Woman before, but there was this guy in a jet with a black cape, and this green dude with a ring. Jet guy just flew off after we took care of Starro, and you know why Wonder Woman left early,” Flash says, hinting at the distress call you sent out. You shrink a little into your stretcher.>continued
>>1549824“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Flash assures you. “Did I tell you about the time I beat Superman in a race? He thinks he’s fast,” Flash jokes, trying to lighten the mood. He doesn’t do too bad a job, and you let out a chuckle.“Anyway, there are talks about a team forming. Bunch of Super Friends or something. Not too sure what to make of it, but, we’ll see.”“That doesn’t explain the villain activity,” you point out.“I’m not sure what the Rogues are up to. They usually rally around Cold or Mirror Master, so with the both of them locked up there shouldn’t be too much of a problem taking out the rest. Still, it’s a cause for concern…” Flash pontificates, rubbing his chin.“Maybe if you agreed to train me, I could help lighten the load,” you mention, waggling your eyebrows at the hero.Flash only laughs, but it’s one of those ‘You’ve got to be joking’ laughs. “Sorry, kid, I can’t. You seem to be doing a decent job at teaching yourself, though. Keep it up and you’ll be saving lives on the regular,” he assures you.With that, you slump back onto the stretcher, disappointed. Ah well, you gave it a shot.“My dad must be worried about me,” you mention.“I can take you home, if you want,” Flash offers.>A. Take me home, senpai.>B. You want to stay and talk some more.>C. Write-In
>>1549799>>1549804>>1549812I got that. I sped it up a little anyway. The only reason it took me awhile to get that last one out is because I had to get something to eat.
>>1549839>A. Take me home, senpai.maybe some day speedster-senpai will notice us enough to train us, someday...
>>1549839>A. Take me home, senpai.Oh sure, he won't train us but he trains Wally at the drop of a hat
>>1549839>A. Take me home, senpai.>C. Write-In"I'm serious about the training, though."
>>1549839>C ASK HIM ABOUT THE WATCH
>>1549877OH GOD THIS, I CHANGE MY VOTE TO THIS
>>1549846>>1549852>>1549854“Sounds good. Do you know where I live, or is that information outdated too?” You ask cheekily, paying him back for that smug Blur comment, and in part for not teaching you to train him. “I’m getting the feeling you want to be left in the middle of Ontario,” Flash threatens, frowning at you.“Oh no, not leafland! I’ll be assaulted by those dastardly villains, Maple and Leaf!” you cry out in mock-horror.The two of you joke around like that for awhile, and you get a feel for the man under the mask. The Flash had always been this untouchable, awe-inspiring figure in your mind. Even when you got your powers, you thought about him like an ideal to aspire to. The perfect speedster, a hero representing and protecting the city you now lived in. Meeting him? He seems like a down to Earth guy, even if he is incredibly fast and skilled at what he does. They say you should never meet your heroes, but you’re kind of glad you got to meet yours.Eventually, Flash scoops you up in his arms, and you give him an approximation of where you live. He gives you a nod, then takes you for a short run that you barely notice. It’s a lot less terrible when you aren’t made of shattered glass. He sets you down about a block away from your place with a black garbage bag filled with your gear, then shakes your hand and disappears in a blur of red and gold. You’re wearing sweats and a t-shirt, mostly likely spares Flash had sitting around. You briefly wonder how much these would go for online. …Nah. They’d never believe you.>A. Walk home.>B. Suit up. You’re feeling up to another patrol. What’s a bruised body compared to the feeling of saving lives?>C. Go somewhere else (Specify).>D. Write-In
>>1549877>>1549880>>1549909Ya'll wanted the ten minute rule back.
>>1549919>A. Walk home.
>>1549926fair, whatever too late now>>1549919>A. Walk home.We were nearly paralyzed and our dad is probably pissed enough as is, let's not push it.
>>1549926To be fair I said 15 and we deadlocked in 15
>>1549928>>1549933>>1549955You decide to haul your sore body and trash bag full of gear home. The walk isn’t so bad, as thankfully you’re heading downhill, but you’re definitely feeling a burn in your arms and legs by the time you’re at the front door of your home. You check to see if the door’s open, and thankfully, it is. You step inside to find your father on the landline with someone, taking notes with his free hand. When he notices you, he immediately hangs the phone up and stands from the couch.You’re filled with more fear than you’ve ever felt fighting Captain Cold, Captain Boomerang or Mirror Master. Dear old dad marches right up to you, expression unreadable, stone and without a hint of emotion. You almost flinch when he reaches out with both hands, gripping you on the shoulders tightly. “Where. Have. You. Been?”>A. Imasuperherowevebeenoverthisgoshdad>B. Out.>C. You were on a museum date. A villain showed up and you got injured. A hero saved you and nursed you back to health.>D. Write-In
>>1549995>>D. Write-InYou want the believable answer or the honest one?
>>1549995>D Take dad outside and show him our powers seriously screw the who nobody can know I'm a super hero shtick
>>1550008>>1550020Can we at least do mine if he says an honest one?
>>1550042That was pretty much what i was envisioning.
>>1550042it's what I'm counting anon, we gonna blow his mindAnd maybe our spine
>>1550008>>1550019>>1550030>>1550044“Do you want the believable answer, or the honest one?” you ask bluntly. Hey, if he’s going to be wishy washy in his understanding of your abilities, you might as well be a shitkid.“Yes,” he answers gruffly, not taking his hard stare off you.Shit, he’s good.“Look, dad, I got caught up in a cape fight and got pretty badly beat up, so if you could take your hands off my bruised shoulders I’d appreciate it,” you mention, trying not to wince. Your dad’s grip on your shoulders is very, very tight, but he loosens it when you let him know.“It’s been days. I haven’t heard anything from you. I thought you were dead, you idiot,” your dad growls at you, shaking you a little for effect. Eventually, he lets go of your shoulders entirely and walks over to the kitchen. He pulls open the fridge and tugs out a beer, something you haven’t seen him drink in a long while. Not since mom was sick. “I know you don’t believe me about the power thing, but if you’re going to ignore it, you have to understand I’m going to show up every now and again a little beat up. This is real,” you explain, walking over to your father. He doesn’t say anything.“Dad, I’m serious--”“You’re going to go to school, then come straight home. Otherwise you won’t leave this house,” he says, taking the first swig of that beer of his.“...What?”“You’re cut off, too. I’m not going to let you spend your time or my money getting yourself hurt,” he explains simply, taking yet another swig.>A. Try and reason with him.>B. How about no. He can cut you off, but you aren’t going to let him ground you. You’re sixteen, not twelve.>C. Bring your mom into this.>D. Write-In
>>1550087>>D. Write-InDash over to him.
>>1550087>B. How about no. He can cut you off, but you aren’t going to let him ground you. You’re sixteen, not twelve.I've got a responsibility Dad, I can help.
>>1550087>A. Try and reason with him.
>>1550087>>B. How about no. He can cut you off, but you aren’t going to let him ground you. You’re sixteen, not twelve.
>>1550087>>D. Write-InDash over to him.Unless we are to close to be sure we won't dash through him by accident just show our power off
If he is still a dick after we show off can we just leave we really don't need this shit in our life I don't want to feel like I'm playing a CW show
>No one chooses the dark side option.You have resisted temptation... for now.
>>1550149Dash over to him"We are the reason that people are alive right now. It was that, or let a madman rampage around freely."
>>1550149>>1550156>>1550191Sighing, you turn around and march to the end of the kitchen. Your body is aching, but that won’t stop you from squashing this drama with your father. There’s no point in hiding this from him any longer. You haven’t even technically been trying to hide it from him. He’s just been too stubborn to believe you. You let the energy within you build, but not too much. The energy levels out at a meager fraction of what it usually is, just enough to prove a point-- you think. Snapping to grab your father’s attention, you let the energy go as soon as he looks your way. With a burst of speed, you dash right over and skid to a halt in front of him, your borrowed sneakers screeching on the tiled kitchen floor. Dear old almost falls out of his seat in surprise, and immediately after, he picks himself up and watches you. The two of you just sort of stand there… watching each other for a reaction, a change… but there’s nothing. Nothing happens. Your dad simply turns, sits at the dining table, and sips his beer. You simply heft your garbage bag and head upstairs. The two of you share no more words. You… hope that was a good idea.>continued
>>1550266You finish packing your super suit into its case, then shove it into the corner of your room with a kick of your foot. The busted helmet is an obvious issue. You’re going to need to either fix it, or use something else in the interim. At this point it’s just a hazard. As for your heroism in general, you’ve got a few options swimming around your head. The Flash mentioned the Rogues being unusually active, and crime in general spiking drastically in Central City. While Flash is busy taking care of the bulk of the issue, you could look into the cause of the spike in crime, and maybe even find out why the Rogues are so active as of late. The two are most likely connected.You’ve met a good few people who can help you out with this, if you were so inclined to ask them for support. >A. Cisco is a pretty great guy. Intelligent, funny, and apparently a decent fighter. If you wanted, you could tap him as an all-around helpful individual. He could gather information with his technological know-how, and maybe even help you out in a fight every now and again. Who knows, he might make a good sidekick if you ever clue him in.>B. Franchesca is an interesting young woman. Pragmatic, compassionate, and (if she’s to be believed) psychic. If you wanted, you could tap her as a source of information. She’s likely to be a wealth of information, given her psychic abilities-- not to mention her large network of friends. She does owe you a favor, after all. Who knows, she might make a good sidekick if you ever clue her in.>C. The Wonder Twins are amazing. Powerful, well-meaning and you’re already on their good side. If you wanted, you could tap them as muscle. They’ve got some interesting abilities, and having them on your side would just make you all the more effective of a force. Who knows, they might even make good sidekicks if you’re able to prove yourself.>D. Write-In
>>1550272>>A. Cisco is a pretty great guy. Intelligent, funny, and apparently a decent fighter. If you wanted, you could tap him as an all-around helpful individual. He could gather information with his technological know-how, and maybe even help you out in a fight every now and again. Who knows, he might make a good sidekick if you ever clue him in.
>>1550272>>C. The Wonder Twins are amazing. Powerful, well-meaning and you’re already on their good side. If you wanted, you could tap them as muscle. They’ve got some interesting abilities, and having them on your side would just make you all the more effective of a force. Who knows, they might even make good sidekicks if you’re able to prove yourself.I say go for the already hero's and not drag someone else into our bs
>>1550272This is kind of an important decision, so I'll extend the voting time to 20 minutes.
>>1550272>C. The Wonder Twins are amazing. Powerful, well-meaning and you’re already on their good side. If you wanted, you could tap them as muscle. They’ve got some interesting abilities, and having them on your side would just make you all the more effective of a force. Who knows, they might even make good sidekicks if you’re able to prove yourself.
>>1550277>>1550293Changing to avoid Wonder twins
>BSince what we're doing is intelligence gathering I say we should ask the psychic.
>>1550321She sees the future. She can't read minds.
>>1550272>>1550304You know what, how about we just have this vote next time, eh? I realize this thread hasn't been bumping for quite some time, so a few other anons might want a say in this the next time we start up. Not saying I'll get more players in the future, just thought it'd be more fair. https://twitter.com/PapaSlink for updates and specific starting times. >End Sessionhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_uZPxbcsosFeedback is appreciated. Questions as well.
>>1550344thanks for running
>>1550272it's a tough choice but I'd probably go with>C. The Wonder Twins are amazing. Powerful, well-meaning and you’re already on their good side. If you wanted, you could tap them as muscle. They’ve got some interesting abilities, and having them on your side would just make you all the more effective of a force. Who knows, they might even make good sidekicks if you’re able to prove yourself.Cisco is a bro, but I wouldn't want to drag him into this life style. Well maybe later, you never know, we could end up forming a little super hero group with all three choices.
>>1550272>B. Franchesca is an interesting young woman. Pragmatic, compassionate, and (if she’s to be believed) psychic. If you wanted, you could tap her as a source of information. She’s likely to be a wealth of information, given her psychic abilities-- not to mention her large network of friends. She does owe you a favor, after all. Who knows, she might make a good sidekick if you ever clue her in.Would also be able to get a better grip on her abilities>>1550344Really enjoying the quest, don't let the board's fluctuations get to you
>>1550344Thanks for running!
>>1550373>>1550384No problem. Just something to do when I'm not working or dicking around with art.Any constructive criticism? I know a lot my stuff reads as rushed, but that's because it is.Any OTHER constructive criticism would be nice.
>>1550402It doesn't feel rushed to me, and sorry but I really don't have any criticism to give. I've quite liked it as is so far. This is probably the most I've enjoyed a superhero themed quest since homeless mutant quest. Don't sell yourself short man.
>>1550402The pacing feels fine to me. Like >>1550418said, I haven't been this into a cape quest since Homeless Mutant Quest. It's been a damn fine quest all around so far, and better than most I read.For real advice, I would love to see any kind of upgrade path. It's sort of a downer that Rick's powers are a direct downgrade of the Flash's in every measurable way except for a durability increase for a fraction of a second at a time. It's also a bit of a downer that our proficiency at boxing and anything else we pursue is almost totally up to you. It makes the illusion of choice a bit less meaningful, especially because Rick is currently pretty below par to be hanging out with the founders of the JL in terms of raw power.Maybe I'm just a bit of a munchkin, but it's always seemed important to me to have some way of telling what our efforts really get us, rather than a nebulous idea like "If you go to the gym enough times it'll probably be reflected in one of your options in a fight, eventually."Other than that, the pacing is good, the dialogue is solid, Cisco is a fun character, you've done a really great job selling how powerful big-name characters like Wonder Woman really are, the world-building from the perspective of a normal high school student is solid, and you managed to start a waifu war/shitshow about Franchesca in about two posts, so I think the quest is going really well, and look forward to more.
>>1550272>AI've been lurking since the quest started, but this is the first time I've been on while a vote is (technically) active.
>>1550272>>>B. Franchesca is an interesting young woman. Pragmatic, compassionate, and (if she’s to be believed) psychic. If you wanted, you could tap her as a source of information. She’s likely to be a wealth of information, given her psychic abilities-- not to mention her large network of friends. She does owe you a favor, after all. Who knows, she might make a good sidekick if you ever clue her in.Gotta go with Death's non union equivalent
>>1554214>>1554186Votes postponed till next session guys>>1554149An upgrade path would be a good idea, not to say that our current power set isnt actually pretty good, and adaptive, but personally I like that sense of achieving new levels of strength, it just feels really cool when you show improvement.
>A. Cisco is a pretty great guy. Intelligent, funny, and apparently a decent fighter. If you wanted, you could tap him as an all-around helpful individual. He could gather information with his technological know-how, and maybe even help you out in a fight every now and again. Who knows, he might make a good sidekick if you ever clue him in.