Thunder rumbles in the distance, a storm clearly brewing just a couple of miles north of the city, as you sit in near silence on top of the same building overlooking the docks where you saw the unknown figure watching you and Argonza last night. To be honest you hadn't even meant to get up here, having only grabbed a pipe on the side of the building for support when you tripped while running through the alley behind it, only to be torn from the ground and launched up into the air to land roughly on the roof as you done so. If you thought it through you could almost certainly explain exactly how it happened. Unfortunately, as you sit in the darkness with only the sounds of a typical crime-infested neighborhood and the impending storm to keep you company, scientific studies detailing this latest display of your powers are the last thing you care about.

Your mind is a tumultuous mess as you hold your head in your hands, thoughts of the robbery rushing through your mind, your father's face as he looked down at you, the blood pooling beneath the robber. The robber...the man that you killed, that you shot, the one that died choking on his own blood on the ground of that restaurant. Did he have a family? Did you kill somebody's husband or, even worse, did you just rip away a child's father? Sure the man at least had parents...what are they doing right now?

A fresh wave of guilt and nausea rolls through you and you're thankful for the fact that you long ago discarded the cloth that you were using for a mask as you empty the remaining contents of your stomach over the edge of the building before sitting back up and squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to rid yourself of the thoughts.
(Continued)

You aren't sure how long you stay like that, your stomach aching as you curl into a ball and close yourself off from the rest of the world, but eventually you're ripped from your self-imposed separation by the sound of something metallic hitting the roof followed quickly by something that sounds like a zip wire, rushing air, and then ultimately somebody landing on the roof. As you look up from your position near the edge you see a man in a dark red and black jumpsuit that looks like it might have something like kevlar woven into it and a helmet that's shaped in the front to come down half-way across his face.

While you can't see his eyes, due to the dark lenses set into the the helmet's eyepieces, it's obvious that he's here for you, and not sightseeing, "Are you Michael Hogelin?" He asks, his tone serious as he starts moving towards you purposefully.
(2/3)

Your eyes grow wide at the question, and your heart once again begins pounding heavily within your chest as it pumps adrenaline into your body, anticipating the possibility of you having to make a break for it in an effort to escape probable arrest. But even as you prepare to push yourself up and start running, you feel a weary weight descend upon your shoulders and chest...do you really want to run anymore? You spent all afternoon running, desperately evading arrest and ducking into alleys or crowded areas whenever you saw any police at all. You're tired, both emotionally and physically, and deep inside you there's a small part of you that is telling you that you deserve to be caught and taken in to face what you've done...it's not as if there's any doubt that the police know who you are, is there? After all, your father is a man of extreme principles and, while always being there when you were growing up wasn't one of them, doing the right thing certainly is among them. Even if he hasn't told the police who you are and what he knows you can do now, your server has likely given them every detail regarding what you look like and what you can do, down to your full name. After all, how else would this person know that name?

Maybe you should just turn yourself in...if you run you're certain that he would follow you, and given the fact that you've been on the move all day you have no idea how long you'd be able to keep that up. Of course you suppose that while he probably is here on the police's behalf, it's not entirely certain...maybe you should just answer him and ask him what he wants.
(Accidentally got rid of more than I meant to in the last post. Oops.)

What are you going to do?
>Try to run. You don't know what else to do...but you can't let him take you in. You wouldn't be able to bear the look on your father and sister's faces if they saw you in prison.
>Turn yourself in. You can't do this anymore...you've only been running for half a day and you're already exhausted, not to mention the thoughts of the robber are still plaguing you. If the police want to arrest you, then you should let them. It's time to do the right thing.
>Answer him. As unlikely as it is, maybe he's not here to arrest you, though you can't imagine what else he'd be here for.
>Write-in.

>>32400075
>I might be, depends on who's asking

>>32400075
>No Senor, names Carlos
All while doing a Mexican accent

>>32400075
>>Try to run. You don't know what else to do...but you can't let him take you in. You wouldn't be able to bear the look on your father and sister's faces if they saw you in prison.

>>32400185
Sorry, but you're not in a joking mood. Though you are welcome to try and lie, if you think that'll work. You'll have to roll though. [3d10]

Rolled 4, 3, 2 = 9

>>32400234
>joking
Carlos never jokes

Rolled 1

>>32400115
I am torn between this and
this>>32400214

Goddamit dice tell me what do

>>32400273
But he apparently sucks dick at lying

>>32400294
That was established at the birth of Senor Montoya

>>32400341
One day we will be able to lie like a pro, and that day we will be anyone we wanna be

It looks like the vote is to tell him what he wants to know, albeit in an unconvincingly evasive way.

>Writing.

Pushing yourself up onto your feet, you eye the man nervously while slowly inching your way closer to the edge, though you do refrain from bolting immediately, "Maybe...depends on who's asking." You reply significantly more confident than you feel at the moment.

The man pauses in his stepping towards you, nodding as if he expected the answer. "That's what I thought." He mutters quietly, before reaching up and tapping an outcropping device attached to the right side of his helmet. "This is Crimson Knight, I've found your man."

Your breath catches at the report, redrawing his attention as you start moving towards the edge again. You're just seconds away from breaking into a run to try and gain some momentum when his voice cuts through the night again, "Woah, hold on, kid, I'm not here to try and catch you or anything." He tells you rapidly while taking a few quick steps towards you. "I promise that you're not going to end up in a cell while I'm here."

That's enough to throw you for a moment, though it's clear from the look on your face that you don't necessarily buy the line, "Why the hell else would you be here then? Do you even know what I done?!" You ask, a small amount of misplaced anger finding it's way into your voice as the momentary spike in your emotions causes a small amount of electricity to crackle over your form before dissipating.

The hero, or at least you assume he's a hero, nods slowly while you glare at him, putting his arms up in a gesture that's clearly meant to try and calm you down, "I do...I heard all about the robbery on the news. About how some masked kid with lightning powers took out the assholes who barged in there without anybody actually getting hurt except the one guy that forced his hand by firing into a crowd of civilians. I heard all about it, kid, and I'm telling you right now that no matter what the media and the police might say about you, the people that were there are saying that you're a god damned hero."
(Continuing)

Your eyes widen at the man's words and you feel the same sick feeling that dominated you earlier bubbling up again, "T-they know about my powers?" You ask weakly, momentarily forgetting all about the robber as you wonder where you could have possibly messed up. You were being so careful, doing your best so that nobody but your dad knew that you were anything other than a normal human, the only times you even used your powers at all were when you were right next to the robbers, the only other person that could have been close enough to actually see it was...the server.

The redheaded girl, the one that had served you and your father before being taken hostage by the leader, she was right next to you when you took out the man on the bar...it had to be her that told everybody else about your powers. If she told them about that, then what else could she have told them? Clearly this man knows who you are, so she must have also told them your name, and probably what you look like and-

"Kid? Hey, you need to calm down, just breath...it's going to be alright, okay?"

You're brought back to reality when you realize that the man's much closer to you than he was before...he could probably grab you right now, if he wanted to. "It's going to be alright?" You ask lowly, pushing down another wave of nausea and anger at his assertion, "How can it possibly be alright?! By now the whole world knows who I am, probably, and that I'm not human anymore!" You continue, gradually getting louder until you finally break into a shout, "And on top of all that, I just killed a man today! How can you stand there and say that when I murdered somebody that I could have just as easily taken out with my powers?!"
(2/3 probably.)
Got to take a quick bathroom break, sorry. Also trying not to make this come off as too cheesy, though I'm afraid it may be a bit underwhelming for a little bit.

>>32401432
Are you a women? Because you certaintly have the bladder of one

>>32401432
Blame the voices in your head little Julio, its the truth after all

>>32401578
No we just keep calling him julio and rightfully trying to make him wear trench coats

>>32401611
And we keep making him tell shit lies

>>32401545
Quite possibly, though I would like to take the moment to say that's really mean and your hurt my feelings. Also, I'm back and writing again.

>>32401654
>your hurt my feelings
I both love and hate you

>>32401644
The Montoyas have never been great liars

>>32401768
Well yeah, but we keep making him do it

The masked man flinches back as lighting begins dancing across your body again while you shout angrily at him. To his credit, however, he quickly recovers and takes another careful step towards you while shaking his head, "You didn't murder that man, Hogelin. I may not have been in that building when it happened, but I promise you that nobody in their right mind is going to say that what you did was unnecessary. Maybe you could have taken him out without killing him, or maybe you couldn't have...can you guarantee that it would have went any better if you'd managed to? What if by doing that you ended up costing civilian lives in the process, would that have made it any better?"

You grit your teeth angrily at his response, it's obvious that he's not understanding what you're saying. "Of course it wouldn't be!" You snap at him, an arc of lighting larger than the rest flashing brightly as you throw your arms up into the air angrily, "But that doesn't matter because that wouldn't have happened! I have these powers! I could have easily stunned him or something, if I hadn't of just panicked and shot him instead!"

The hero sighs deeply, "From what I've been led to believe, you've only had your powers for a couple of days now, right?"

A confused look dominates your face as you raise your hands in exasperation, "Yeah, so what?"

"So it's not surprising that you panicked and fell back on to what you knew. You were in an extremely dangerous and unfamiliar situation and if you hadn't acted when you did then I have no doubt that there would be more than just one casualty on the list." The man says patiently, as if he's explaining a complex problem to a kindergartener.

"That's not the point! The point is that I-"
(I lied. I'm good at that...better than Senor Montoya anyways.)

The hero lets out another sigh, shaking his head as he interrupts you, "I know what the point is, kid, trust me. I've been where you are before...not every hero in this city is one of Primus' lapdogs. I know exactly how you feel right now. I know that it sucks to have that weight on your chest...but you don't need to carry it, not this time anyways."

You pause for a moment at that, slowly starting to calm down just a little bit, "But...I just..." Letting out a painful sigh your shoulders slump forward a little bit as the lightning crackling across your form dies off again.

Your head raises again as you feel a strong hand touch your shoulder, "Look at it this way, kid...if we took you and replaced you with a police officer in that exact situation, and they had to do the same thing you did to ensure that everybody else could survive, would you blame them?" He asks gently.

"Well...no, but this is different than that." You reply quietly, shaking your head in a stubborn refusal to accept what he's trying to tell you.

"How? Because you have powers and they don't?" He asks, waiting for you to nod before continuing with a sigh, "Look, I'm not trying to convince you that it's okay to kill people...we both know that it's not, especially when you have the means to subdue them non-lethally, alright?" You open your mouth to interrupt, about to ask what the point of this is, but he pushes through your protests, "What I am saying is that in this particular instance, it's justifiable. You're right, it wasn't the best outcome to the situation. But it was a lot better than if the police had busted in the door...if that had happened then I guarantee you that a lot more people would have died. Instead we ended up with two subdued criminals and one that died because he decided it would be a good idea to fire wildly into a crowded area."

"Like I said before, it doesn't matter what the news may be saying, the people that were there are saying that you done the right thing. I don't think they realized that you wouldn't want everybody to know about your powers, or else they probably wouldn't have said anything about it to the police. Okay?"

Your gaze travels down to the roof as you take in what he's saying. As hard as it is for you to admit, he does have a point...it doesn't make you feel much better about what happened, but it does help clear your conscience, if only a little bit. "If you say so..." You mutter with a small nod, the sick feeling in your stomach easing a little bit at the assurance.

The hero offers you an understanding smile, "It'll get better in time, kid, I promise." He says, patting your shoulder before letting his arm fall down to his side while turning his head towards the renaissance center, as if he was looking for something. "Now, they should be here for you soon-"

Your head snaps back up to look at him in surprise and a small bit of fear as the trepidation that you felt when he first showed up returns forcefully, drawing a confused look from him. You don't know for sure who he's called and why they're going to be coming for you, though you have a pretty good idea of who it could be. He may have convinced you, at least partially, that what you did wasn't actually murder like you had made yourself believe, but he'll have a much harder time convincing you that the police aren't going to want to arrest you or, at the very least, force you to register yourself.

(Holy fuck why can't I stop typing so much, sorry guys.)

It's clear that he's realized his mistake as he starts moving towards you again, though you know that you could probably still get away from him if you want to...or at least you think you can. You don't know what kind of powers this guy has, if any, but you still might be able to get a head start on him if you take off now. On the other hand you could just accept your fate...if they know your name then you're pretty sure that they're already going to know everything they need to find you eventually. It may be best to just resign yourself to turning yourself in to whoever this guy is expecting. Then again, maybe you shouldn't just assume that you know what's going on, after all the guy did say he wasn't working for Primus, maybe you should ask him what's going on before you decide one way or the other.

What are you going to do?
>Get out of there. Maybe you'll be able to outrun him and the police, maybe not...what you do know is that you don't want to be arrested.
>Just wait. Whether or not you could get away from this guy is irrelevant, the police will find you eventually, and it might just be better to turn yourself in now than to lead them on a chase that makes you look more guilty than you are.
>Ask him who's coming. Maybe it's not the police or Primus...you doubt it, but you suppose it's a possibility.

>>32403395
>I'm gonna go now
>runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

>>32403395
>>Get out of there. Maybe you'll be able to outrun him and the police, maybe not...what you do know is that you don't want to be arrested.

I forgot to mention this, but I need you to roll 3d10 if you want to run.
DC won't be very high, but still.

Rolled 2, 1, 1 = 4

>>32403548
Speedy Montoya

Rolled 2, 8, 9 = 19

>>32403395
>Run away, run away!
>>32403593
Did you forget to make your sacrifice to the dice gods?

Rolled 6, 9, 7 = 22

>>32403395
>Ask him who's coming. Maybe it's not the police or Primus...you doubt it, but you suppose it's a possibility.
might as well ask first

>>32403654
Si, I did not want to give up my last daughter

>4,19, 22. Regular Success.
Well, looks like the consensus is to bolt.

>Writing.

The hero raises his hands placatingly as he moves towards you, "Calm down, kid, that sounded worse than it really was, I promise!"

You shake your head as you back away from him, slowly at first though gradually gaining speed, "Look, I appreciate your help, but orange really isn't my color so I'm uh....yeah, I'm just going to go now." You shoot back, before spinning around and sprinting towards the edge.

"Damn it, kid, stop! I'm trying to help you!" The man shouts as he starts to move to follow you, though he stumbles slightly as he watches you leap off the edge of the building in a direction with nothing to catch you except the street thirty feet below you. Well, the street and the power lines that run parallel to it, anyways.

Your heart pounds rapidly in your chest as you plummet through the air towards the lines, hoping desperately that you managed to get the angle right. For a moment you think you're going to miss your jump, and it's clear from the panicked shout that the hero on the roof lets out that he's certain that you're going to end up dead either way, but thankfully you're both proven wrong as your feet touch down on the lines. The second you come into contact with the lines you start channeling power to your feet and legs, wincing as you wobble unsteadily momentarily before managing to catch your balance as lightning crackles to life beneath your feet and you start rocketing along the lines.
(Continued.)

Why is "done" put wherever "did" should be? Other than that I'm not seeing any errors so its kind of weird.

>>32404311
>inb4 we get flying tackled of the lines

You let out a grateful laugh, caught between relief and disbelief as you finally figure out for certain how to control the direction and speed of travel along the lines. A couple of minutes pass as you grind along the power lines, putting as much distance between you and the 'Crimson Knight' as possible, and when you finally trust yourself to not fall flat on your face at the first lapse of concentration you look back over your shoulder to see that you've apparently left him far in the dust.

A small sigh of relief escapes your lips, despite the small feeling of guilt that tugs on your conscience for running from a man that clearly only wanted to help you, even if you didn't agree with the route that he was trying to take. After traveling for just a couple more minutes you start looking for a way to get down off the wires without breaking your neck. You think you might have found a building close enough to the cables to jump on to a little ways down the line and, after forcing your nervousness down, launch yourself off the lines.

You're just a few moments from touching down on the roof when you suddenly see a familiar form soaring towards you from your peripheral vision. Turning your head fully you're shocked to see Kaitlin rocketing towards you with the obvious intention of snatching you from the air, you think you might be able to redirect yourself just enough to dodge her and still land on the building but there's no guarantee that you're going to be able to pull it off. Either way, there's no way you're going to be able to avoid a confrontation with her, it seems.

>Roll 3d10 to try and dodge her.
>Just let her catch you. There's no way you're going to be able to outrun her even if you do manage to pull this off, and you have no interest in trying to fight your friend, not after what she's done for you.
>Write-in.

Rolled 15

>>32404311
This. Is. So. Fucking. Cool. I used to daydream on long car rides all the time about being able to surf the power lines, thank you for this #1.

Rolled 3, 8, 7 = 18

>>32405129
>I DON'T WANNAAAAAA

Rolled 7, 2, 7 = 16

>>32405131
DODGE!

Rolled 8, 6, 10 = 24

>>32405129
DODGE!!!!

Rolled 1, 5, 7 = 13

>>32405129
I don't think we're in any mental state to not dodge right now.

>18, 16, 24. Great Success!

We're gonna dodge.

>Writing.

Rolled 6, 9, 4 = 19

>>32405129
>>Roll 3d10 to try and dodge her.

>>32405350
I hope we cartwheel out of the way

Knew that King Crimson or whatever character was working for Kaitlin.

>>32405655
It was kinda obvious when he didn't force us to sign the registration forms

Adrenaline rushes through your body as you twist in mid-air, just barely managing to arc your body enough to evade your friend's grasp. You actually come close enough to her while speeding through the air that you're able to make out her eyes widening behind her goggles at your aerial acrobatics. The moment you hit the roof you tuck your body and roll with the impact, riding out the rough landing and popping up onto your feet as soon as you've slowed down enough to avoid stumbling back down.

Before you can do much more than get your bearings you hear the sound of Kaitlin's boots dropping down onto the tarred roof and turn to see her hurrying towards you, the expression on her face seeming to be split between concern towards you and amazement at what she just saw. Apparently her concern wins out, as she rushes to you and pulls you into a hug that is far too tight for comfort. "Mike! Thank god you're still out here. I was afraid that somebody else might find you before we did!" She blurts out as she finally releases the hug after realizing how tightly she's squeezing you, "Oh...sorry."

You wince slightly as you feel your ribs, wondering momentarily whether she might have cracked them, before slowly looking back up to her, though you pointedly avoid looking her in the eye as you feel a fresh wave of guilt wash over you. You're far from the guilt-ridden wreck you were before but, even with your actions rationalized by that 'King Crimson' guy or whatever he called himself, the memories are still painful and fresh. "Hey, Kaitlin...sorry to worry you, but I'm fine." You reply softly.
(Continued.)

>>32405942
>we got caught
Damn you and your ability to move fast

Argonza shakes her head quickly, "Don't worry about that, Mike, like I said I'm just happy you're alright. I've been looking for you all day, since I got to the restaurant. God...I'm so sorry I wasn't able to get there faster! From what they were saying though, neither the police or I knew about what was going on until it was already almost over, and I didn't even know it was you until I started helping the police question people. But it's going to be alright now, okay? Your Dad is waiting for you back at my apartment, so why don't we just-"

Your face pales as you listen to her ramble on, and you take a few steps back from her as panic fills you all over again, "N-no. I-I can't go back there. I can't talk to him...not after what I did, what he saw me do!" You say quickly looking around for an escape, even though you know it's pointless, "Just...why don't you just take me back to the police? You caught me, and we both know that's how this is going to end, so why don't you just do that now, please? I...I don't want to have to see him right now. He...before all this started he told me that he was proud of me, and that he thought that I was going to do something great with my life." Your head hangs as you try to push the panic welling back up inside of you back down, "I don't want to see the disappointment in his eyes when he looks at me, not tonight...maybe not ever."

Kaitlin shakes her head forcefully, "No, no...that's not what's going to happen, Mike, I promise you." She says as she steps forward and grasps your shoulders in one hand while forcing you to look up at her with the other, "Your father is proud of you...he told me so himself. You took out all of those robbers by yourself, untrained and with a huge disadvantage, and nobody except for one of them got anything more than a couple of bad bruises."
(Continued.)

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>>32406023
She can fly, we can fall with style

>>32406571
>pigeon king

>>32406571
>King of all he surveys

"And, if we're going to be honest here, I'm proud of the way you handled yourself too, Mike...things might not have ended the way you wanted them to, but you done the best you could given the situation. I'm not going to lie to you and say that everything is perfectly okay, but I assure you that things aren't nearly as bad as you've built them up to be, alright?"

You feel your eyes water just a little, though you manage to blink the moisture away before anything more comes of it, though you have found that your throat is even more constricted than it was before, "I...but, I thought..." Your voice falters for a moment as take a deep breath, "Aren't you supposed to arrest me or something? Take me into the police?" You ask, confusion and fear evident on your face.

A look of hurt flashes across your friend's face at the question, and she quickly shakes her head, "No, I told you before, I don't have to take criminals in unless I'm on duty, and as far as I'm concerned you're not a criminal anyways, aside from unregistered heroes. But you and I both know that I haven't done that in the past and I'm not going to start arresting heroes now." She tells you gently and offering you a sad smile.

You blink speechlessly at her, completely unsure how to respond to her calling you a hero, before suddenly being shocked back into the real world as she leans in towards you and moves to pick you up, "W-wait, what are you doing?" You ask quickly, still a little on edge even with her insistence that she's not going to arrest you.

"I told you before, Mike, I'm going to take you back to the apartment so that you can calm down and try to relax, and so that we can sit down together with your Dad and actually talk about what happened in the restaurant. Is that okay?" She asks patiently, though it's obvious that she's expecting you to go along with her.
(Continued.)

>>32407163
it is not okay
I have a feeling #1 is railroading us right into kat's pants I'm fine with this

>>32407241
Nah, or at least I'm not meaning to anyways. I'll be a little more mindful about it though. Sorry about that.

>>32407241
I too, am okay with this
maybe she will show us how she uses her instruments

>>32407241
>Railroaded into Kat's pants.
Heheheheh

>>32407290
That's not to say that the option isn't there, I'm just not trying to make it seem like you have to do it. She's not going to be the last friend that you make, nor is she going to be the last female Or guy if you're into that though it might be a bit strange to write you can get involved with. I WILL however be that asshole that doesn't let you have more than one girlfriend because I'm not comfortable writing that. Sorry

>>32407361
Nah thats cool. Nobody wants this to devolve into a fucking harem waifu quest anyway.

also, have you guys given anymore thought to the costume ideas posted in the last thread?

>>32407361
>no harem
Eh, I'll settle for Kat

>>32407421
> settle for kat.
lets just wait and see what other girls show up later

>>32407415
I'm thinking we make a mask that looks like a realistic face so we can always blend in, and we wear normal ass clothes that can change color, that we make of course

>>32407443
that sounds silly

>>32407518
it sounds like it will help us blend in but seriously I'm fine with anything but a trench coat

>>32407531
We dont need to blend. We didnt evolve meta abilities that make us look inhuman or anything. And I agree with the adversion to the trench coat. I hate them with a passion

Rolled 71

>>32407421
I wonder if kat gives a flying fark. If you know what I mean. :)

>>32407619
>:)
cunt

>>32407443
I liked the blue and silver color scheme. Also type III body armor.

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>>32407531
>Spoiler
I will fite you. You talking shit bout my waifu? Huh punk?

It comes as no surprise then when she looks at you with shock when you shake your head, "No...I can't do that to you, Kate. I ran into a guy earlier, I can't remember what he called himself, but he knew who I was. We talked for a little bit, and he helped me clear things up a little bit, but he called somebody, he said that they were coming to get me, and he also told me that the police know about my powers and are looking for me. There's no way that I'm going to bring Primus down on you by going back to your apartment." You tell her, your throat tightening uncomfortably as you do but you manage to keep a serious tone about it. You're not about to back down on this, and are getting ready to argue your point with her, when she does the last thing you expect her to do...she laughs.

"I appreciate the thought, Mike, I really do...but you're being stupid right now." She says, an amused smile spreading across her face despite her obviously trying to fight it.

You blink dumbly at her reaction, staring at her in confusion for a few moments before finally saying the only thing that you can manage to get out in the face of her amusement. "Huh?"

A fresh round of laughter escapes her at that, and you feel an angry blush starting to spread across your face at the fact that you're apparently being made the butt of some joke you're not aware of, thankfully she does manage to reign in her laughter before you get angry enough to demand that she tell you what's going on, "Ah...hehe, sorry, Mike, I really am, I just-" She starts, small snort interrupting her momentarily, "Oh god, I needed that after today. Anyways...the point is that the police aren't looking for you, Mike."

At your confusion she continues quickly, "Ah, well no that's not really true, but it's close enough, I guess. Obviously you haven't heard heard the actual news report, then. The police are looking for a six foot-two man in a blue mask with dark skin, black hair, and green eyes, Mike."
(Continued.)

>>32407712
I agree with the blue silver scheme.

>>32407712
Im cool with a bulletproof vest. As long as it has one of those big collars.
until we learn enough about our electromagnetism ability to block or divert bullets
and what about black white and a neon blue color scheme

>>32407813
>six foot-two man in a blue mask with dark skin, black hair, and green eyes, Mike."

Now if the description also said hispamic descent I would have lost it

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>>32407817
I'm on board for the color scheme, but I still say that we should do something like the hoodie spider-man costume. Maybe with a jacket like this though? Only a darker blue and silver, white, or black where the red is? We can see if we can weave some kevlar or something into it when we get it, or we could ask Kaitlin for that trip to fashion designer.

I kind of hope #1 takes us to Edna.

>>32407881
It would have, if there was enough room in the post.

>>32407916
Thats exactly how I pictured it.

>>32407916
That design actually looks really good. That cut is good, the colors are good with it being too outlandish. Pair this with a banana style face mask, some matching tight leather pants, and I'm pleased with my husbando.

>>32408058
>Leather pants
>While Running and jumping and zapping thugs
Yeah nah, I'd rather not set our balls on fire

That jacket, or something similar.
Gloves with conductive fingertips and knuckles
Face mask like the guy from watch dog uses
Pants made from tough material. Cargo or something
Running shoes instead of boots. We are more of a stealth/agility build and we need to stay light on our feet.
Backpack/hip pouch holster thing to carry our gadgets

>>32408286
Maybe yoga pants? They're tough and form fitting.

>>32408286
Plate carrier. Just kevlar isn't gonna stop rifle bullets.

>>32408345
Kevlar woven into the jacket. Can't be running around with a heavy as balls plate carrier
>>32408330
I thought yoga pants are something only girls wear. And they won't give us any protection at all

>>32408345
What about dragon scale body armor? (The ceramic type, not mythic creature)

>>32408372
>Kevlar woven into the jacket.
That's even worse than a regular soft kevlar vest underneath.

Plate carrier would be less cumbersome than a trench coat.

>>32408383
>What about dragon scale body armor?
As far as I know those cost several thousand dollars.

>>32408383
No need to wear a vest when we can just sew thekevlar into our jacket

>>32408345
Well I did say something -like- kevlar, not kevlar for sure. The post with that hero guy who found us said that his suit has something like kevlar in it, or looks like it anyways, and it looks like that guy's a gadget user, right? Maybe there's something tougher than what we have right now that will still be light and flexible enough to work in the jacket.

To be honest while I understand the need to have something that will stop rifles, I really don't want a plate carrier and we might be able to double up on some kind of less protective but more flexible skin-tight armor under the jacket? If heroes are running around in tights but aren't constantly dying from gunshot wounds maybe there's something a bit more to those than it looks like? I'm sure it wouldn't stop everything, but it could be alright maybe. I guess something like mega-mesh from the incredibles wouldn't really stop the force of the bullets, but it might stop them from penetrating, so it's more like a really bad punch instead of getting shot.

Plus we took agility and reflexes as a secondary power, remember? By all accounts we should be more like Spider-man than Batman as far as that goes, shouldn't we? We've got some toughness added from our powers but not a lot.

>>32408458
To be effective against more then treating and scraps, it would have to be thick as fark. We'd look like the stay puffed Marshmallows man.

>>32408441
This is the future, full of superheroes. I'm sure body armors have advanced sufficiently enough to be discreet and easy to sew into a jacket

Rolled 6, 4, 2, 3 - 4 = 11

>>32408372
You know a plate carrier is just a ballistic vest with inserts for plates right? You can take them out if you want reduce weight.

>>32408458
That wouldn't be very effective.

"What." You ask flatly, your mind unable to comprehend how that description could be spawned from your appearance.

Your friend smirks at you, shaking her head as she does so, "The only one that really had a good description to give the police was a redheaded girl that said she was your server. Apparently she and the rest of the people in the restaurant were saved by a Hispanic man...I'll admit that she was the only one that said anything about your powers, but I doubt she realized you didn't want anybody to know about that." She explains, clearly still amused at your surprise, before letting out a deep breath and looking at you pointedly. "Now, are you going to let me take you back so that we can talk about what happened and where we can go from here, or are you going to make me carry you back kicking and screaming? You know I can do it, Mike..."

A wave of relief washes through you at her explanation...you'll admit that the situation still isn't exactly ideal, seeing as how the police will probably realize their mistake the next time somebody who's shooting lightning shows up on the news, but it's as close to it as you're ever going to get, probably. Letting out a short sigh, you turn your attention back to the heroine, who is still waiting for an answer...somewhat impatiently at that.

Somehow you think that she's probably being at least half-way serious about that...it looks like you're going to be going back to her apartment one way or another unless you can give her a good reason as to why you shouldn't. But really, the only real arguments you had have already been shot down by her, and your father IS waiting for you there, isn't her? Maybe you should go back with her.
(choices in the next post.)

>>32408583
>>32408534
>>32408505
>>32408496
>>32408485
When we go to get our gear, we should ask if there is a special light weight anti ballistic cloth. Supers are super.

So what are you going to do?
>Just go back with her. You're tired and hungry, and you really just need to sit down and try to relax, like she said. Plus it might be good to talk to her and your Dad a bit about what happened.
>Tell her that you'll go back, but you'd like to do it in your own time. In the meantime she can go back and tell Dad that she found you, as you make your way back.
>Convince her as to why you shouldn't go back to the apartment. [You'll have to make your case on this one, as I don't have a particularly good argument to make, myself.]
>Write-in.

>>32408646
>Just go back with her. You're tired and hungry, and you really just need to sit down and try to relax, like she said. Plus it might be good to talk to her and your Dad a bit about what happened.

>>32408646
Option 1. We're over our panic and no longer being completely irrational. Ask if we could wireskate home with her, for practice?

>>32408646
>Tell her that you'll go back, but you'd like to do it in your own time. In the meantime she can go back and tell Dad that she found you, as you make your way back.

>>32408646
>Write-In

"I'll race you there."

Rolled 39

>>32408646
>Just go back with her. You're tired and hungry, and you really just need to sit down and try to relax, like she said. Plus it might be good to talk to her and your Dad a bit about what happened.
It's about goddamn time
Time to join Primus and uncover there imminent genetic tests on meta children or whatever

>>32408485
>Maybe there's something tougher than what we have right now that will still be light and flexible enough to work in the jacket.
If you're set on soft body armor, there's literally no benefit to sewing it into your jacket when you can wear a vest underneath.

>I really don't want a plate carrier and we might be able to double up on some kind of less protective but more flexible skin-tight armor under the jacket?
If you double up soft body armor to the point where it's as effective as hard body armor, you'll probably be even less maneuverable.

>Plus we took agility and reflexes as a secondary power, remember?
Sure, we can make ourselves hard to hit, but I doubt we can dodge a bullet yet.

>>32408638
Alright guys, I'll go ahead and tell you now so you end the argument and actually seriously consider what you want for the costume without being too split.

Yes, there is a light-weight ballistic armor that can completely stop bullets but it's expensive as hell, and as one of you said earlier it does little to stop the force behind the bullet from damaging you that way. There are cheaper versions that are sort of 'bullet resistant' but they won't stop a rifle round, but they could be stacked up with the jacket or trench coat or whatever you want to wear.

You can also get the same kind of stuff weaved into a coat or pants or whatever you want, it's expensive but totally doable and it would definitely be available/standard practice with the tailors for the heroes, and once again it wouldn't stop more than a couple rifle rounds at most, assuming it stopped even one, but you'd be more agile and may be more capable of avoiding the bullets.

You're far from being able to dodge bullets, but you can move around enough so that it's difficult for your enemies to get a bead on you. You should also remember that you can heal yourself by absorbing electricity...as I said before it isn't a cure-all and you'll still be hurt, but unless you get hit in a vital area you should be able to keep yourself alive until you can get medical assistance.

Still, if you guys decide that you want to go for plate carriers or something there's no reason why you can't do that, and they will certainly stand up to rifle rounds much better than anything that you could reasonably afford at the moment. It's ultimately up to you guys.

Also, it looks like it's mostly split between going home now and trying to go home yourself, so I'll go with the racing option. Sorry to take so long answering the question.

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>>32409020
Thank you.

>>32409020
With this information I vote we go with two layers of cheaper stuff for now.(one if to expensive to get two) Once we have more money get the light weight bullet proof stuff.

>>32409020
I still think we should get a plate carrier, since we could buy some cheap military surplus, then upgrade to the expensive stuff when we have the money.

>>32409182
I'm going to go with this...I really want to have the whole jacket thing, I think it'd be cool as fuck.

>>32409020
Excellent. Thanks no.1
Forgot about healing with electricity
Let's go all out mobility build. Screw plate carriers.
Let's make do with jumping around, some ballistic armor and low level electromagnetism to stop bullets

>>32409216
Agreed. Function > form

>>32409252
>low level electromagnetism to stop bullets
Can we do this, QM?

A small grin spreads across your face as she lets out an annoyed sigh, "I'm serious, Mike, I'll throw you over my shoulder and take you back there with force if you make me." She says, crossing her arms and looking down at you with a challenging smile, "Do you REALLY want your Dad seeing that?"

Your smile falters for a second, as the thought of that disaster registers in your mind, before you start backing away from her slowly, moving towards the edge of the building as you do so, "Come on, Kate, we don't really need to do that, do we? We're both adults here, and I'm even a reasonable one at that!"

While you can't see her eyes, her forehead and eyebrows make it clear that she's glaring at you, "Yeah, I think I'm going to tell him just how easy it was to catch you." She mutters, almost to herself, before starting to move towards you.

You let out a long suffering sigh at her response before nodding in understanding. "Well, if you're going to be that way, then I guess I don't have much choice, do I?"

The heroine offers you an amused smile, "Nope, you really don't." She tells you simply, before slowly coming to a pause as she realizes that you're still moving towards the edge. "No...you're not goi-"

Before she can even finish her sentence you raise a hand and wave at her before turning and taking a running jump off the roof, just barely managing to grab onto the wires and pull yourself up on top of them before she moves to lunge at you, "The one problem with your plan is that you're going to have to catch me first, Kate!" You shout to her, wobbling slightly as you try and balance yourself on the wires, before channeling electricity into your feet again and taking off before she can snatch you from the wires.
(Continued.)

>>32409501
I asked in the last thread if we have electromag powers as well as electrokinesis and no.1 said yes.
but I dont know enough SCIENCE so im just going to suggest the same powers that Cole McGrath has

>>32409501
To a certain extent, yes. It'd be a bit taxing on you to stop something going as fast as a bullet but you could use it as a sort of very limited-life shield that can stop one or two bullets before it fizzles out. As your abilities grow you might be able to put more power into it without concentrating as much on it...you wouldn't really be able to do much other than stop the bullets though, and it would take a decent amount of time to recharge it. I'd recommend it as a last resort, really, but yes it is feasibly possible.

>>32409628
That, largely, is a decent assertion. You're not going to get all of his powers right away, but you'll slowly develop more uses for them as you go along. I'll try and get the skill tree taken care of before too long, not sure when it might be up though.

>>32409321
I dont understand the plate carrier thing. Are we trying to make ourselves a soldier or a super hero. For a character that supposed to be built around agility a plate carrier is unneeded bulk even more so with the fact that a light weight alternative exists and is just as effective. Of course this is just my opinion and thoughts.

>>32409719
A plate carrier is basically a ballistic vest with inserts for rifle proof plates. You don't have to put in the ceramic plates, but if you're going to be wearing a ballistic vest anyway, why wouldn't you want the option?

>>32409774
But we wouldn't be wearing a ballistic vest. We'd just be wearing a really light-weight armor that is sewed into our jacket. Plus from what I could make out the one that isn't sewed into the jacket is skin-tight or at least close to it anyways.

I'm really not digging the soldier look...maybe if we go for Primus, but even then I'm not really sold on it. I want to look like a super hero, not a mercenary.

>>32409835
I think we should wear ballistic jelly blocks as Armor.

>>32409835
Because if you sew it into your jacket the weight distribution won't be as good. That's why people wear vests underneath their clothing, it's tighter to your body and that offers more protection and more maneuverability.

As for plate carriers, if bullet proof material has progressed enough so that it's thin enough to offer protection while being sewn into clothing, we can just put it under our jacket.

You guys do know we only have
15K
No apartment
And we're going to lose our job in a week
Could we take care of this first before anything else?
Also no Primus pls

>>32409992
Also I think we still have to pay for college

>>32409992
No primus, no registering? No being detective and following dream, no point in continuing college. Have 1 year to make something of self, or be forced into registering/super max jail

>>32409835
> I want to look like a super hero, not a mercenary.

Dye it blue and it looks like a thick vest.

>>32410010
If we go Primus route, we wont have to pay for college.
I think we should. We have all the time in the world to go full on vigilante afterwards

>>32410062
But Primus has a hell of a lot of baggage associate with it. My biggest qualm is the government I really doubt they're going to allow us to leave and not keep taps on us and we're most likely be told we can't operate as a hero anymore.

Just before the sound of crackling electricity fills the air, you hear your friend let out a frustrated growl as she launches herself into the air from the roof to follow you. "Damn it, Mike, I'm too tired for this shit!" She shouts as she appears by your side, clearly exasperated at your sudden burst of energy.

You shoot a grin at her, the problems of the day temporarily forgotten as you race along the wires towards the downtown district, "Then go back to the apartment! It's not like I'm stopping you, and that's where I'm going too." You shout back over the roar of the lightning.

The heroine offers you a confused look for a moment before seeming to finally realize what you're doing, a sort of tiredly amused smile forming on her face as she shakes her head, "Fine...we'll do it your way this time, Sparky, but there's no way you're going to beat me there. I'll just meet you at the renaissance center and pick you up from there." She tells you confidently, "From there I'll just take you up to the apartment."

You nod back to her, "Alright, I guess that'll work. I still think I can beat you though." You shoot back with a grin, before suddenly laying down the speed and shooting ahead of her before she can respond. For a moment it looks like you might be actually be able to beat her as you leap off of the line you're on and immediately start grinding at your top speed again as soon as you connect with the wire, until suddenly you hear something rocket past you and see her crimson-clad form soaring towards the neon lights of the city's center. Of course...you should have known better.

Still, this gives you a chance to actually practice 'skating' on the wires, and you'd be lying if you said that you didn't like the feeling of the wind in your hair. At any rate, you figure that it would probably be best to try and meet up with her as soon as possible, though since you know there's no chance of winning now you could slow down the pace a bit.
(Options in next post.)

What do you want to do?
>Keep up the speed. You weren't kidding earlier when you said you were tired, and you're not sure how long this conversation between the three of you is going to be.
>Slow down a bit. It's not like you're really in that much of a hurry, and it might be a good chance to see the city in a new perspective.
>Write-in.

>>32410262
>>Keep up the speed. You weren't kidding earlier when you said you were tired, and you're not sure how long this conversation between the three of you is going to be.

>>32410262
>Keep up the speed. You weren't kidding earlier when you said you were tired, and you're not sure how long this conversation between the three of you is going to be.
Also you lost your trip.

>>32410262
Keep speed.

>Keep up the speed.
I kind of want to get this over with. I don't want to do Primus, but this conversation has been long overdue.
>>32409992
Well the 15K was before Dad knew that we were meta right? He gave it to us because he thought that we were going to be able to do really good things, but maybe now he'll give us a bit more if we tell him that we're gonna do superhero stuff?
Not saying that we should ask for it, that would just be ungrateful, but based dad is based...

Looks like I'm writing to keep up the speed. Also sorry about dropping the trip, not sure what happened there.

>Writing.

>>32410326
Doesn't seem like it's in the MC's nature to ask for money.

Man Michael sounds like a pussy. All I'm getting is BAWWW my powers, BAWWW. How does someone studying criminal justice not understand the founding tenant of self-defense. Just because cops carry tazers doesn't mean they respond to a gun fight with them.

>>32410520
Ive been thinking that too.
I can understand guilt at killing a guy.
but whingeing about his powers.
id be fucking psyched to be a meta, mandatoryt registration or not

>>32410571
Maybe that's because you're not actually one? The grass is greener and all that.

The whole gaining powers regret/fear thing I can understand. I has been tossed around in countless origin stories. But the retarded expectation of going to jail over self-defense because you eliminated a hostile threat to yourself or others is criminal justice 101. Probably wouldn't of caught my ire if becoming a detective and going to school to become one wasen't a core part of our limited back story.

>>32410653
Yeah, fair point
but still, its time for him to sack up and become a superhero. Whether that means joing Prinus or going vigilante, we can decide that later

Deciding that you'd much rather get back to the apartment and get the inevitable conversation over with as quickly as possible, you choose to keep pouring on the speed as you streak across the city's power lines, slowing only as much as you have to when you jump to make the transfer to the next line that will take you in the direction of the city's center. Ultimately it takes you about twenty-five minutes to get half-way across town, something that would have been completely impossible without boarding the monorail before developing your powers.

Finally you start slowing down as you near the renaissance center, a small grin on your face as you realize that you feel almost refreshed after spending so much time skating across the wires. Just as you start killing the speed you spot Kaitlin waiting for you on a building to your left and, as soon as you're sure you can make the jump, you leap from the cables. Nearly the moment you touch down, once again rolling with the momentum until you can pop back up, the heroine is moving towards you again. "Alright, you got to go skating. Do you have that out of your system now?" She asks with a small smile.

You shrug before returning the smile, "Yeah, I guess. It's a lot more fun than I expected it to be last night...then again it probably helps that I didn't run into a telephone pole this time." You reply energetically, before stepping forward and holding out your arms in a sort of invitation, drawing a raised eyebrow from her. "What? You said that you wanted to go back to the apartment as soon as we got back, so I figured I might as well just get with the program. We both know you're going to want to pick me up anyways, so I don't see why I shouldn't just get it over with."

Argonza shakes her head in amazement as she steps forward and picks you up, as you predicted, "You seem rather...upbeat." She mentions curiously while lifting up off the ground and starting to make her way towards the apartment.

>>32410771
Maybe he included it because some anon kept saying we were going to jail?

>>32410771
So you are saying that someone who just killed someone couldn't panic and forget laws also to be fair fleeing the scene of a crime is illegal and even if you kill someone in self-defense you would get arrested

The comment makes you pause a moment as you think it over...you didn't really notice it before, but now that she's mentioned it you guess that you are feeling pretty alright, especially considering your earlier panic. Even though you were feeling better earlier, good enough to challenge your friend to a race at any rate, you were nowhere near this level before your trip to the city's center. Letting out a small hum you shrug, "Well...maybe I do take in power while I'm on the power lines after all? I can't really explain it past that, to be honest...I mean, I know that things aren't really any different now, but between that and having some time to think things through, things just don't seem quite bad. It might have taken a couple of people beating me over the head with reality before I stopped panicking and remembered what I should have known from the start, but better late than never, I guess."

Your friend lets out a small scoff as she shakes her head, "Well, I guess that's true. I'm glad that you managed to stop being so stupid and think for a minute." She says, offering you a small smile, before letting out a sigh as the two of you near the balcony to her apartment.

You nod in response, a small grimace crossing your face as you realize just how stupid you really were being...in all honesty you probably shot yourself in the foot more by leaving the restaurant than anything else. Shooting the robber could have been explained, and while you would end up having some flak directed at you for a little bit it would have passed pretty easily once it was clear that it was self defense. No...you shouldn't have panicked, and you wish now that you hadn't, but it's too late to take back what you done. Now it's time to deal with the consequences of those actions, whatever they may be, and then decide for sure what you're going to do from here.
(Continued in next post.)

If you talking about leaving the scene of a crime in which you are a bystander is not against the law. You could witness a mass murder and have every right to leave and never go to the police. Even if they know YOU witnessed a crime they cant kick down your door and drag you to a interrogation room, that is a bunch of CSI crime drama bullshit.

If you talking about the self-defense slaying of an individual its a little different. If people collaborate your story, as long as you give a written statement to the responding officer 9 outa 10 times you wont even go to the station. They just ask for contact info ect. If you run you can always go back and "Turn yourself in" scot free even though you committed no crime. You would be amazed how much you can get away with if you say "I was scared for my life and panicked." Granted once you head to the station be ready to write your statement 5 or more times and be questioned. Since running does you no favors.

Granted this is knowledge I have learned over my last 4 years as a military police officer in the USAF so my knowledge of inner city post superpower police SOP is sketchy. Sorry if this is a bit long-winded.

"I am sorry about that, Kate. I really should have known better than to do what I did, but I guess I just panicked...it doesn't make it any better, and it's sure as hell not an excuse, but it is what's true." You say, letting out a heavy sigh as the boost in energy that you had before seems to drain out of you as the two of you make your way through her room and into the living room.

It looks like your friend is about to reply to you when suddenly you notice somebody in your peripheral vision pop out of the recliner and speed towards the two of you. For just a brief moment you feel a small burst of lightning crackle across your hands as you raise your fist, only for it to completely fade as the gigantic form of your father slams into you and captures you in yet another uncomfortably tight hug. "Mikey! Oh god, Mikey, thank god you're alright. You scared the hell out of me, Son!" The mustachioed man tells you emotionally as he continues squeezing you as if you're going to disappear if he lets go of you.

You grunt somewhat uncomfortably as you return the hug, hoping desperately that your dad lets you go sometime soon, before letting out a gasping sigh of relief as he finally does, "I-ah, sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to do that to you...like I was just telling Kaitlin, I completely lost my head and forgot everything that I should have done and instead done the exact opposite of them. I'm not proud of it, but it's what happened." You tell him, your voice uncomfortable less due to the pain in your ribs and more because of the terrified look on the face of the man that up until very recently seemed completely unshakable.
(Continued.)

>>32411435
Nah, it's good to know there's a reader with some law enforcement background.

>>32411435
I'm gonna have to agree with >>32411509, it means that you can call me on stupid shit and I'll be able to correct it in the future. Since I've already taken a small break from writing the next post to say this, I might as well apologize for that whole ordeal now. I did genuinely see that as being at least partially in character last night/morning but it was also largely influenced by the fact that I'd been going for eighteen hours and was practically about to pass out. Like I said, sorry, and it's not much of an excuse, but hopefully I managed to rationalize it in a believable/satisfactory for you guys. Sorry if I didn't.

Now, back to what I'm supposed to be doing.

Well shit, I should have hit update before I posted as Numbah just went over my doubts. Well then, keep up the good work and drive safe.

Your dad lets out a gruff laugh that does little to hide his hoarse voice, though it's obvious that it's his intention as he lightly bats the side of your head at your confession, "It's okay, Mike, I wish you hadn't of done it, but I can understand." He says with a sniff, before looking down at you with concern, "Are you alright though? I mean, you look a lot better now, but how are you doing with...well, you know."

A grimace crosses your face at the question as you let out a deep sigh and shake your head, "I'm alright now...I wasn't before, but I am now. I'm still not happy about how things turned out in there, but there's nothing I can do about it now, aside from move on and try to figure out how I'm going to deal with it. Thankfully I had a couple of people knock some sense into me before I managed to do anything else stupid." You reply tiredly, before looking up at him with a shrug, "If you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about it right now...it's been on my mind enough for one night."

Both your father and Kaitlin nod in understanding, "That's fine, Mike, as long as you know that you didn't do anything wrong, then I'm okay with not forcing you to relive it right now." He replies a somewhat relieved look dominating his face, "Just...promise me that if you ever need to talk about it then you will. It doesn't have to be to me, but find somebody that you can talk to if you need to."

You return his nod, though you can't really bring yourself to say any more about that particular part of the subject. "So..." You mutter quietly, trailing off a little as you drop back onto the couch, prompting the other two to take their own seats as well.

The heroine turns a patient eye on you as she lifts her goggles up off her face, "So?"

Your head nods, almost against your will as you click your tongue against the roof of your mouth before sighing and clapping your hands together, "So, obviously you know what I am now." You say, turning your focus onto your father once again.

A small wave of apprehension washes over you as he looks back at you. You may very well be finally coming to terms with your powers and getting over some of the more irrational fears you had, but that doesn't mean that your family necessarily feels the same. Granted, of all the people to find you this way you figure that it's probably for the best that it's your father...any other time your sister might be slightly more preferable, but given her highly pregnant state that probably isn't a great idea right now.

It takes you a couple of seconds to realize that your father is speaking to you again, but as soon as you recognize his voice you tear yourself from your wayward thoughts and turn your attention back on him. "You're right, I do know exactly what you are, Son. I've known that you had it in you for quite a while, you just finally proved me right."

A shocked silence falls over both you and your friend as the two of you stare at him, "W-what? You knew?"

Your dad's eyes shine with pride as he beams at you from across the couch. "You're damned right I knew. You're a hero, Mike...granted, I wish you had told me about your powers earlier, I didn't know about that, but I always knew that you were going to be a hero one of these days. You just managed to do it a lot sooner than I expected you to! How long have you been doing this? The way you handled those crooks, you've had to of been at this for a while, right?"
(Continued)
I'll be right back, as soon as possible.

Back to writing, sorry about that.

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>>32412013
The we've been doing this for 2 days.

>>32412161
To be fair, every time we rolled during that whole ordeal we got nothing but critical successes. I think we deserve a bit of a pat on the back, even if we did fuck up and run away after killing a guy.

You can't help but gape at your dad, a somewhat self-conscious blush spreading across your face a the praise, "Well, uh...it's actually, kind of a new development." You reply, once you finally manage to find your voice again, drawing a smirk from Kaitlin as you rub the back of your neck uncomfortably.

"Well that's one way to put it." She says before turning to your father, "His powers just activated two nights ago, Mister Hogelin. The two of us only went out and helped him start training them last night, and it was just the basic power stuff. Everything else you told me about him doing in there was all him."

A somewhat conflicted feeling wells up inside you at the somewhat awed and disbelieving look that crosses your dad's face at that news, "Wait, you mean to tell me that you just now got your superpowers and within two days of getting them you managed to pull THAT off?" He asks incredulously, before his face falls somewhat as he seems to put the timeline together and starts to come to the same conclusion as Argonza initially did outside your apartment building, "Wait...you didn't..."

You shake your head quickly, "No...my powers didn't start acting up until after the fire already started, Dad." You answer, a relieved look crossing his face as you do so, "But...yeah, other than that I guess that is what we're telling you. I wouldn't really say that it was that impressive though..."

Kaitlin rolls her eyes at your dismissal of your actions, and looks like she's about to make a quip about it before your father waves her off with vaguely annoyed grunt, "Don't bother saying it, Captain, he's always been like this." He tells her, before a grin spreads across his face, "Especially when he's around pretty girls."
(Continued, no this is probably not going where you likely think it is going. Unless you want it to much later down the line.

>>32412403
Dad and kat should hook up, then mike can call her mom, and then when his dad died, he can totally take over, if you know what I mean.

You groan loudly at the comment, your face fully flushing as you hear your friend devolve into a fit of laughter while you just shake your head and palming your face wearily. "Right, well let me know when you'd like to get back to talking about the important stuff. I think I'm just going to and make myself a sandwich or something until then." You tell the two of them before starting to get up, only for your father to grab your arm and pull you back down onto the couch, laughing the entire time.

"Oh calm down, Mike, I'm just giving you shit." He says happily, his trademark smile seeming to have finally found it's way back onto his face. Well, you guess that's one good thing that came out of this, "Would you have preferred that I tell her that you only act like you don't have any confidence in yourself around ugly girls?"

Your eyes narrow into a glare at the man as a small tick of annoyance passes through you, "I've got plenty of confidence, Dad, I'd just rather not talk about how I managed to get lucky and not get myself killed on my first outing as a superhero." You shoot back with frustration, before blinking in surprise at the unintentional wording of your response.

Despite the less than respectful tone of your voice your father's smile couldn't be brighter as he looks back at you, "A superhero huh? So that's what you're planning to do with your life then, is it? Just drop the whole detective thing and start running around in tights and a cape beating up bad guys?" He asks, though despite the playful tone of his voice the look in his eyes clearly communicate the pride he takes in you at the moment.

You roll your eyes, forgetting your annoyance with the man for a moment as you shake your head, "Of course not. I still plan on finishing college...to be honest I'm not really sure what I'm going to do from here on out. I just know that I can't ignore the fact that even with all of the other law enforcement in Millennium City, criminals are still able to run free."

"Maybe one more crazy person with super powers can't fix that, but I can at least try, I guess. It's really the only thing I can think to do with my powers that make any amount of sense." You say, feeling like you probably phrased your answer in a bit of a stupid way, but still standing firm on the main point you were trying to get across.

Thankfully it seems like both Kaitlin and your dad seem to understand the intent, as they offer you understanding smiles, though as the moment passes your friend's smile weakens somewhat before she lets out a sigh."I'm glad to hear that, Mike, but I think we need to talk about this a little bit."

A sense of unease rises up within you at the tone in her voice as you nod, believing you already know what this is going to be about. "You want me to register, don't you?"

The heroine nods slowly as your father looks on, a confused look on his face, obviously not informed about your topic, "Yes. I know we've talked about it a few times now, and you haven't really showed any interest, but I'm asking you to please seriously consider it. There are some real benefits to letting the government know who you are, especially now that the police know that you're still in the city." She says, the look she's giving you practically begging you to take her advice, "I was serious when I said I'm not going to force you to do it, and I can still help you get started if you want, even if you don't do it, but I honestly don't know how much I'm going to be able to have to do with you after that if you don't register. Primus is already looking at me pretty closely right now since I don't try to bring in other unregistered heroes."
(choices probably in the next post. I realized a little while back that this issue has mostly been story time and not a real quest, sorry about that guys. I promise a return to what this is supposed to be in the next thread. As it is, this one's just about done.)

Your smile falls completely as you hear that, realizing that if you keep on insisting on not registering that you're not going to be able to stick around your friend nearly as much as you'd be able to if you joined her on the 'official' side of things. Of course, even with that and all of the benefits of registering on your mind, the objections you have to registration are still completely valid, and this actually proves your point!

Obviously the time to think about this is finished though...you can always register later if you decide that you don't want to right now, but if you tell her that you'll go through with it now, then she's going to expect you to keep your word. You're not sure exactly how she'd react to you going back on that, but you doubt that she'd be overly happy with you.

Casting a glance at your father, you see him shrug, "I don't know what's going on here, Son...I'll support you either way, but if I'm being honest with you, I'm not liking what I'm hearing about this registering stuff." He says simply, before shaking his head. "It's up to you."

Well, the man's right about that at least.

What do you want to do?
>Give in. Tell her that if it's that important then you'll register. You might be able to get yourself out of it if you do this, but if you do then you're not sure whether or not you'll be able to salvage the situation.
>Don't do it. You understand where she's coming from, and you're not happy about the idea that you'd have to limit how much time you spend with your friend, but there's no way that she's going to convince you to register yourself right now, especially given the fact that Primus is practically controlling her like a dog on a leash right now, as much as she doesn't want to admit it.

>>32412811
I still want to know if there's any groups of unregistered supers in the city before registering.

>>32412820
i second this and if there isnt any really or we cant get in one.
>Give in

>>32412820
There's not an official group, but there's a community, yes. Of course you as a character don't know that, but still it's not a particularly large leap of logic.

>Don't do it.

We can always register later if we want, but right now I'm really not comfortable with this. I want to do the vigilante thing until we're at least somewhat established in the hero community. Maybe after a few different plot arcs we can register, but I'm totally feeling this whole Spider-man thing with the police trying to catch us, whether they want to or not, instead of working with us. Surely that'll change in time, but I like it right now.

>Don't do it. You understand where she's coming from, and you're not happy about the idea that you'd have to limit how much time you spend with your friend, but there's no way that she's going to convince you to register yourself right now, especially given the fact that Primus is practically controlling her like a dog on a leash right now, as much as she doesn't want to admit it.

I'm not necessarily against registering, but I want to hold off for just a bit longer. At least let us have our first real outing as a superhero before deciding for certain.

Alright...so unless I'm reading things wrong, we've got three to not register and one to do it.

>Writing to tell her no.

The tension in the room is thick enough to be cut with a knife as you sigh and shake your head. "I'm sorry, Kate, but I'm really not comfortable with this right now. After every thing I've heard from you, I'm just not convinced that it's worth all the stuff they're trying to bribe us with to have them watching my every move." You reply tiredly.

A disappointed look dominates your friend's face at your answer, though she nods in acceptance of your decision, "Okay...I understand, Mike. I'm not going to say that I agree with you, because I don't, but I do understand." She says, her normally upbeat attitude decidedly subdued, "The offer to help you out with your costume still stands, though if you want it...and remember, it's never too late to register yourself if you decide to change your mind later."

You force a smile at her reply, grateful for the continued offer of the tailor though not so much for the continued attempt to change your mind. "I appreciate that, Kate, and I'll make sure to keep that in mind."

An awkward silence descends upon the apartment as the three of you sit there looking at each other before finally your father slowly breaks the silence as he rises to his feet. "Well...I'm glad you're okay, Mike, and it's been good to meet you, Kaitlin, but I think it's past time for me to head back to my hotel and get some sleep." He says, doing his best to keep his voice upbeat though it's clear that his efforts are severely hindered by the less than happy vibes between you and Kaitlin at the moment.

Still, you're grateful for the distraction and you raise to your feet along with him, "Yeah...it was good to see you again too, Dad. I'm sorry that our lunch got interrupted..." You say, trailing off momentarily, only to have him interrupt you before you can pick your sentence back up.
(1/2 or 3)

"No, no...it's alright, Mike, I understand. I'm just glad that you're alright." He replies quickly, pulling you into a strong hug, though thankfully it's not nearly as smothering as his last two. "But, like I said, it's time for me to go now. Have a good night, Son, Kaitlin."

With that, before you can even give him a proper goodbye, your father quickly makes his way out of the apartment, making sure to shut the door firmly as he does. As you turn back to the couch, you see your friend standing behind it, still staring at you with disappointment, though she quickly tries to mask it with a smile. "Well, I think your Dad had the right idea, Michael. I'm going to go ahead and head to bed myself. I'm going to have to go into the offices tomorrow morning but I'll be back in the afternoon, if you want to sit down and discuss some more costume ideas or something." She says hastily, before spinning around on her heel and starting to move quickly towards her bedroom.

There's no doubt that your friend is unhappy with your decision, though to be fair you're not happy with the constant pressure to register either. Whether her disappointment in your decision stems from the effects she seems to think not registering will have on your friendship or the fact that you didn't let her have her way, you're not sure. You'd like to think that it's the former, though if you're honest with yourself it's probably a combination of the two. After all, even if she has been a pretty decent friend so far, she's still just human and she wouldn't be the first person to get upset at you for disagreeing with them.
(2/3)

You're certain that the two of you will still have a friendship, you're just not so sure how close of friends the two of you can be if Primus is going to jump down her throat every time they see her with an unregistered hero that they specifically told her to bring in for registration. Shaking your head at the unfortunate collapse of the previous good mood you let out a tired sigh and go to grab the borrowed pajamas from the dryer.

It doesn't take you long to switch clothes and make your way back to the couch to lay down. Rather than staring up at the ceiling like you have the last two nights, your eyes unintentionally find their way to the closed door on the other end of the room. So maybe things haven't gone completely the way you wanted them to since you gained your powers, it's still been a rough few days but you really should have expected that from the get-go. It's nothing that you can't handle, and you'll manage to get through it one way or the other.

If nothing else, at least now you know what you're going to do with your powers...it's been on your mind this entire time, and to be honest there wasn't all that much doubt about it when you look back at it, but it's still good to know for sure. Now you just need to figure out the two most important things to a superhero...what the hell are you going to call yourself, and what not to wear.

That's going to be a problem for another day, though. Right now the excitement of the day has caught up to you, and you're just barely managing to keep your eyes open as it is. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better, or at least a calmer, day.

>End of Issue #5.

>>32413245
Thanks for running

And there we go. Like I said before, sorry that this pretty much turned into one really long railroad session, but by the time I realized what I was doing it was too late to stop the damned train.

I promise that if you guys are still interested in the quest then it'll be back to what it's supposed to be in the next thread.

Speaking of which, the next thread will probably be on Thursday, around 1400 hrs. UTC -5.

As always, feedback is appreciated, even if it's just to tell me that I fucked up and 'blank' is how I should fix it. If you aren't spewing shit out of your asshole then I'll probably take your suggestions under consideration.

Q&A is going to be going on for a little while, but I'll probably be going to bed here soon.

>>32413276
I don't have much to say except that you write too goddamn much. I can't say if it's good or not, it's enjoyable to read, but it takes too damn long and sometimes it railroads us into series of meaningless decisions, if there are any decisions at all.
I can't fucking wait for tomorrow.

>>32413391
I do have to agree that I write too much. I think that's going to have to change if I'm seriously going to keep this going as a quest instead of just a write-fag thing where people occasionally make possibly pointless decisions.

I do like writing this a lot, but I genuinely wanted to do a quest with it. That said if it turns out that I'm incapable of doing that then I guess I'll just keep doing this as long as there are people that at least half-way enjoy it.

I'm at least having fun with it, if nothing else.

>>32413470
If you're gonna change how much your write, don't cut down on it too much - sure, it might not feel more like a story instead of a quest, but we have a lot of ordinary quests here as it is.
Also, learn to archive your shit.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Champions+Quest
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/requestinterface.html

>>32413525
I already archived it on sup/tg/ though. Did I fuck up how I've been doing it, or are you wanting me to do it sooner? Sorry, I'm just not quite understanding.

>>32413546
Archive autorefreshes a thread every 30 minutes. Since you're running your threads for like 12 hours, it might be better to archive sooner than later.

>>32413559
Ah, alrighty. I'd been avoiding doing it until the end so as to give a semi-accurate description but if you think I should do it sooner then I'll keep it in mind.

I just managed to catch up, and I know you're probably not here anymore, but holy fuck, I love this quest.
The guys above me are right that it's not normal as far as how much you write, and you do tend to railroad a bit, especially in this thread, but I think you end up telling a good enough story with it that I'm perfectly okay with that.
I can't wait until the next thread!

>>32413818
I've been reading since the beginning and I don't mind the length, and while I'm not pleased with the choices the other plays have made (mostly because no one explains why they make their choice, yet they go against the character's background reasons for even being in this city). I really like how everything is being played out. I would like to see now consequences for our actions. Kat can't and shouldn't save us every time now. Other more lawfulneutral Supers should take notice. We wanted to be a detective, great. We either need to go underground with our powers all together, or find a new dream to try out. I pretty sure if it powers skip at school, or at the police academy, or ruse is over.