>>36060644
>[ ] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.

>>36060644
>[ ] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.

>>36060644

>[ ] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.

combined with

>[ ] Brute force approach.

>>36060644
>[ ] Try to claw through them.

Slice 'n' Dice

>>36060644
>[ ] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.
+
>[ ] Brute force approach.

Zap and hurl.

>>36060644
>>[ ] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.

>>36060644
>>[x] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.
and, if possible,
>[x] Brute force approach.

>>36060673
>[ ] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles.

>>36060644
>>[ ] Write in.
Drop the ceiling on her with claws/geovision.

Anyone know where the last (side) quest went? It's not on suptg.

>>36060644

>[ ] Brute force approach

>>36060826
The tag is Homeless mutant sidequest, not homeless mutant quest.

>>36060868
Which is why you can't find it if you use the HMQ tag.

>>36060826
just type "Homeless mutant into tags

>>36060868
Thanks, anon.

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>tfw you have to go on a 90 min car

3 whole updates missed

i hope she didn't shock proof the tentacles...

There's no way out taserhands are going through robo arms.

>[X] Conduct some taserhands through the tentacles

This chick thinks she’s so goddamn hot with her incredibly advanced mechanized tentacles and her doctorate and her illustrious career as a supervillain. Well, you’re about to give her one hell of a… shock. She’s going to find your next move pretty damn… electrifying.

Lack of oxygen really messes with your brain.

Closing your fingers around the arms, you release a stream of voltage. The metal hisses ominously and the appendages’ plating seems to shift in response, but there’s no yelp of pain, nor is there any change in the pressure being applied to your throat.

The Doctor grins victoriously.

“Fool!” That’s her favorite word, apparently. “You think my creations are not suitably insulated against electricity!? Feel genius of Doctor Octavius!”

Oh no.

You don't want to feel her genius.

A flick of her metallic arms sends you hurtling through the air. There is a sudden sense of careening, powerless vertigo, but it passes quickly, and you try to right your passage through the ether.

>Acrobatics Check
>DC18
>+4 modifier

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Rolled 11 (1d20)

Sunlight Lizard Overdrive

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36061073

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36061073

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36061073
Boop.

>>36061102
Huh

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>>36061102
Noice

Rolled 5 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>36061073
Uh-o-
>>36061102
...nicely done, Wren.

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>>36061102

>>36061102
she probably checks out JJ's butt and get flustered for the rest of the fight

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36061073

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>>36061102
Wrenloft's back, and he's bringing the pain train!

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>>36061102
>20

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she kinda looks like Marrow a bit imo...

>Nat 20
>glorious

You twist gracefully through the air, coming to rest atop one of the various pedestals placed throughout the hall – the artsy contents of which having been removed previously by a wild swipe of the Doctor’s limbs. You feel like an open wound. Everything’s sharp, and clear, and the air seems to surrender its every detail to you.

So you’re not entirely surprised when you spot the bald guy with the wings swooping down towards you, metallic claws leaking strips of bright, Bunsen-burner flame.

Christ – you –

The rattle of your spine warns against an oncoming lunge by one of Doctor Octopus’ limbs. You feel yourself shift, and…

>[ ] Focus on dodging.
>[ ] Try to strike Vulture.
>[ ] Try to strike Doctor Octopus.
>[ ] Try to strike both.
>[ ] Write in.

>>36061297
Ohh my...

>>36061362
>>[ ] Try to strike both.
Be the spider

>>36061362
>Try to lead the limb right into Vulture

>>36061362
>[ ] Write in.
Bat the doc's limb into the vulture's path so he gets hit, failing that, dodge in such a way to try create this scenario.

>>36061394
This

>>36061362
>[ ] Focus on dodging.

>>36061362

>[ ] Try to strike Vulture

>>36061400

Seconded

Make them hit each other.

>>36061362
>[ ] Try to strike both.

>>36061394
support

>>36061394
This

>>36061394
Seconded

>>36061394
>>36061400
Sounds like good use of geovision.

>>36061362

>>36061394
>>36061400
This sort of thing.

>>36061362
>>36061394
Yees.

>>36061394
>>36061400
>>36061405
>>36061433
>>36061433
>>36061439
>>36061447
>>36061454
>>36061567

>Combat Check
>DC18
>+3 modifier

Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>36061636

Rolled 15 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>36061636

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36061636

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>36061636

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>36061636

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>36061636

>>36061653
yes

Rolled 15 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>36061636

>>36061653
Good times ahead.

Spidey arrives, we've dismantled his rogues Gallery.

He stops mid quip and just stares at the carnage and asks what the hell happened.

>>36061814

Or JJ goes riastrad and Spidey comes in, stopping mid quip as he sees a monstrous JJ eating one of the Sinister Six.

>>36061814
>Spidey arrives
>Does the same routine as last time, scream like a little girl and try to run away.

>>36062005
>JJ does the same routine*

>18
>by a slither

…You bolt. The world blurs around you as you slip effortlessly through the air, the oncoming tentacle shifting to match your pace. The cogs turn furiously in your mind, sketching out an arc for the limbs’ projected trajectory. It closes in, manipulators closing into a metallic fist – lose an instant, lost a fraction of a second, and it’ll send you sprawling across the hall.

At the last possible moment, you bring your arms down on the oncoming appendage, using it to lever you into a wild spin. You vault straight over it, a pained cry filling the air in your wake. With you out of the way, the Vulture is left on the receiving end of Doctor Octavius’ genius, and you don’t think he likes it.

It hit the ground hard, your heart pounding, and spare a quick glance up at the bannisters overhead. Swathed in a cloak of protective flame, Geldoff appears to be gradually retreating back towards the meeting room, loosening an occasional burst of explosive energy to keep Electro and the Goblin at bay. You imagine that he’s planning on escaping through one of the windows.

Well, you guess you never expected Creeper’s gang to stick around for a skewed fight.

Does make you wonder what you’re doing next, though.

>[ ] Take the fight to Doctor Octopus.
>[ ] Take the fight to Vulture.
>[ ] Get ouuuttttt.
>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.
>[ ] Write in.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36062142
>>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.

The VIP is moving. Let's grab some attention the best way we can, and get in a good position to scram.

>>36062142
>[ ] Take the fight to Doctor Octopus.
Too many limbs, quickly, while she's distracted! Claaaaws!

>>36062028
"It isn't what it looks like, Spidey, I swear,"

>>36062142
>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.

>>36062142
>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.

>>36062142
>Dodge dodge dodge keep em busy

>>36062142
>>[ ] Take the fight to Vulture.

>>36062184
I don't think claws will work. We can cut steel, but we need another level to be able to cut the docs arms, cause they are stronger than steal.

>>36062142
>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.

>>36062142
No good if we vanish and Doc Ock cuts him off.
>[x] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.
Then we get Gambit and do like trees.

>>36062142
>>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.

>>36062142
>>[ ] Dodge, dodge, dodge, keep them busy.

>>36062241
Some Titanium/Steel alloy they were if I remember correctly on the original doctor octopus.

Would be at the limits of the claws at the very least.

>>36062169
>>36062191
>>36062211
>>36062226
>>36062246
>>36062265
>>36062268

>Combat Check
>DC17
>+4 modifier

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36062315

Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>36062315

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36062315
Huh. No agility bonus? No problem

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36062315

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>36062315

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36062315

>>36062327
Jesus man. bringing the pain.

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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36062315
can't touch this

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>>36062327

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>36062315

>>36062142

>[ ] Get ouuuttttt.
And find Remy

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36062315
Hey, can we put in some write-ins for being generally obnoxious? Like telling them that we're a mutant and that they suck?

Rolled 1 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>36062327
>>36062328
And today, JJ was no crackbitch.

>>36062572
Lol.
The dice gods have a good sense of humor

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>>36062572
Dude. You said the fucking word. What did we establish about saying the motherfucking word? That bad things would happen. And now, bad things are happening.

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>>36062572
Well, that's ironic.

>>36062572
You shit, you jinxed it.

>>36062572
You bastard.

>>36062572
the curse will now come. You have doomed us all

>>36062327
>23

“Persistent creature!”

You frown. You also leap aside, because a tentacle is headed your way. You pretend to yourself that you don’t hear the sound of concrete shattering under the blow intended for you, and concentrate on keeping yourself in one piece, reaching out with the totality of your senses. You feel the ground jerk uncomfortably under your feet as one of the Doctor’s tentacles pulls itself free, coiling about to strike at you from behind.

You duck beneath it, neurons firing wildly in your head, imaginary lines coalescing into the oncoming trajectories of two more appendages. You slip between them – it’s so close you practically feel the alternate future where you get your ass dashed right across the hall – and break into a run, the sinuous arms of the Octopus following close behind.

They snap and lash at you, your danger sense interpreting each attempt on your life in intermitted, confused waves, seeming to reach you from a great distance. You manage to stay just ahead of them, though, and hurl yourself onto the side of one of the four immense pillars that dominate the hall, hands and feet adhering to the marble.

On the landing opposite, Geldoff appears to have made a hasty retreat, his partner having slathered the entire platform in a veil of shifting fire. In the brief instant you allow yourself to survey the hall, you spot Remy absolutely gunning it across the hall toward you, a very charred, very irate beastman following close behind.

You have no idea where the rest of the Six are. Which unnerves you immensely.

>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.
>[ ] Join up with Remy.
>[ ] Vanish.
>[ ] Write in.

>>36062927
>[ ] Vanish.

>>36062927
>[ ] Join up with Remy.

>>36062927
>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.

>>36062927
>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.

>>36062927
>[ ] Join up with Remy.

Two fighters are better than one.

>>36062927
>[ ] Join up with Remy.
>[ ] Vanish.
We can join up invisibly, might give him an advantage with surprise numbers.

>>36062927
>[x] Vanish.
The best way we can help Gambit is by carving up the guy following him. But to shiv him good, we gotta be stealthy.

>>36062927
>>[ ] Join up with Remy.

>>36062927
>Join up with Remy

>>36062927
Join up with Remy

>>36062927
>>[ ] Join up with Remy.

>>36062927
>>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.

>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.

>>36062927
>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.
We'll do better in 1on1 that 2on2

>>36062927

>[ ] Join up with Remy

>>36062927
>[ ] Vanish.
>[ ] Join up with Remy.

>>36062927
>[ ] Take out Doctor Octopus.

>>36063054

I disagree.

>JJ vs Kraven
>Remy vs Doc Ock

Beast with beast and Remy can explode Doc's arms.

>>36062927
>>[X] Join up with Remy.

>[X] Join up with Remy.

Well, time to bring this terrible night a close. Gotta say, you never thought you’d be carrying Remy out of this place with the Sinister Six hot on your heels (or not, you intend on being pretty dang invisible when you’re doing this), but that’s looking to be the shape of things.

The pillar explodes into a shower of powdered stone, the Doctor’s arms making short work of it, but you’re way ahead of her. You hurl yourself down to the ground, landing not six foot from Remy – who, you notice, has this big fucking grin on his face, like this whole thing is just a fancy cherry on the tail end of a pristine evening.

His arms fly out to the side and something streaks past you. A second later, something behind you – something behind him, too – goes off like a hand grenade, a wave of heat and sound washing over you, the air suddenly thick with smoke. You hear the sound of TV-beast’s impressive physique being hurled through a nearby table, the scent of charred fur filling the air.

Remy skids to a halt.

“Time to be gone, I’m thinkin’.”

>[ ] You agree, time to go.
>[ ] What about the Sinister Six? Don’t they have to be stopped?
>[ ] Write in.

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.

>>36063397
>[ ] What about the Sinister Six? Don’t they have to be stopped?

"They could still hurt people."

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.

>>36063397
>[ ] What about the Sinister Six? Don’t they have to be stopped?

>>36063397
>you agree. Time to go

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.
I'd really like to take one out with us though.

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.

>[x] You agree, time to go.
Offer him your hand, make him invisible.

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.

>>36063397
>[ ] What about the Sinister Six? Don’t they have to be stopped?

>>36063397
>What about the Sinister Six? Don't they have to be stopped.

>>36063397
>You agree, time to go.

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.

Dont push your luck, we saved the people here who we could, but we aint got a chance in hell of taking the 6 down.

>>36063397
>[ ] What about the Sinister Six? Don’t they have to be stopped?

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go

>>36063397
Plan on doing:
>[ ] You agree, time to go.
but ask:
>[ ] What about the Sinister Six? Don’t they have to be stopped?
as we move to gtfo.

>>36063397
>[ ] You agree, time to go.
>"Cops or a superhero should be here soon anyway."

>[X] You agree, time to go.

“Agreed.”

Oh yes, you so agree. You have never agreed more.

“Alright then.” Remy breathes in deeply, his posture loosening in a manner that’s naked to your senses, as if flushing the adrenaline from his body. “Gimme a sec.”

“Wait, what?” No, no, not a sec. Or one sec. Or another sec. You should be gone yesterday. “That doesn’t seem”–

The air burns crimson. You avert your eyes a second, the sudden, fever-red light lancing through your vision. You suddenly feel incredibly sick, like the world around you is swooning inwards, the red searing its way towards a focal nothing, boring a hole clean through the tissue of the universe. Your gut clenches instinctively, like it’s trying to wriggle its way free, and Remy’s voice resounds through you:

“Sihal Novarum Chinoth!”

The light swallows you up and spits you out.

You feel rain. Wind. Cold. When your vision clears, the light diminishing to the borders of your world, you’re standing in an alley, Remy leaning up against a dumpster nearby, looking somewhat drained. You still feel a little sick.

And confused.

>[ ] What?
>[ ] Is Remy okay?
>[ ] Where are you?
>[ ] What?
>[ ] Write in.

>>36063809
>[ ] What?
>[ ] Is Remy okay?
>[ ] Where are you?
>[ ] What?

>>36063809
>[ ] What?

>>36063809
>[ ] What?
>[ ] Is Remy okay?
>[ ] Where are you?
>[ ] What?
>[ ] Are you a wizard?

>>36063809
>[ ] What?
>[ ] What?
>[ ] What?
>[x]Gambit are you Sorcerer Supreme?

>>36063809
>[ ] What?

>>36063809
>[x]Gambit are you Sorcerer Supreme?

>>36063809
>[ ] What?
>[ ] What?!
>[ ] Is Remy okay?

in that order

>>36063809
>[ ] What?
>[ ] What?

>>36063809
>[ ] Is Remy okay?

So Remy can use magic... neat. Oh god he's going to be the Sorcerer Supreme isn't he?

>>36063874
Thieves guild, mon ami

>>36063809
>What
>Is Remy Okay?
>Where are you
>What?
>Seriously what?
>Are you a wizard

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>leave for 90 min car trip
>comeback
>we haven't crack bitched once
WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DOWN WITH JJ?!?!

also I hope Sister Grimm gives lessons

>>36063809
>[ ] Holy Shit (generic shock)
>[ ] Is Remy ok?
>[ ] What happened and where are we?

>>36063809
>>[ ] What?
>>[ ] Is Remy okay?
>>[ ] Where are you?
>>[ ] What?

>>36063926
Chances are that it was taught to him by Magik or Pixie.

>>36064175

How would Remy know them?

I think it was Nico who gave him a spell to use.

Or it was something they picked up along the way

>>36064202
Gambit is jumps teams almost as often as Wolverine.

>>36064225

In the comics, yeah.

This isn't the comics.

Its Nico/Sister Grimm. Blonde Phantom has a wizard on payroll.

>[X] Lots.

“Wha”–

You pause, your stomach roiling uncomfortably, and not a minute later your lunch is splattered intermittently across the pavement. Urgh. You feel like you’ve been spinning around for hours. In an elevator. On a plane. It doesn’t hurt – it’s not even dizziness, exactly. Everything just feels slightly out of place, like you’ve been nudged very subtly out of your proper orbit.

“Yeah, that can happen.” Remarks Remy, not looking immensely chipper himself.

You try again.

“What… what was that?”

“Ain’t nothing much.” He responds, stroking his hair back and rolling his shoulders, as if trying to ease some invisible tension out of his body. “Picked it up the cutest Russian you can ever imagine. Little young for me, maybe, but still…”

Ain’t nothing, eh? It’s something to you. You can feel all your denial circuits sparking to life at once, trying to push back the yawning possibility that those utterances of his – siyal novasome somethingoth – were legit, for real, for actual magic words.

“Where are we?” Maybe the answer to that question will be less confusing.

Surprise surprise, it is. Remy tells you that you’re about half a mile away from your previous position, though he can’t say where exactly.

“…You okay?” You ask, finally. He looks bushed.

“Fine. Just need a second or two.”

>[ ] Okay, you can sit tight for a moment, you guess.
>[ ] You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.
>[ ] Cool, well, that’s you done, see you Remy.
>[ ] Ask him if he thinks someone else’ll turn up to deal with the Six.
>[ ] Write in.

>>36064278
>>[ ] You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.
>>[ ] Ask him if he thinks someone else’ll turn up to deal with the Six.

>>36064278
>[ ] Okay, you can sit tight for a moment, you guess.

"So, was that magic? Like real magic?"

>>36064278
>[ ] You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.

He can crash at Tunnel Snakes HQ if he needs.

also purchase victory hotdogs from street vendor on the way, all toppings no expense spared

>>36064278
>>[ ] You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.
Carry him

>>36064278
>[ ] Okay, you can sit tight for a moment, you guess.
>"So, you're a detective wizard?"
"Ever been to Chicago?"

>>36064278
>[x] Okay, you can sit tight for a moment, you guess.
>[x] Ask him if he thinks someone else’ll turn up to deal with the Six.
Make small talk while the remaining contents in our stomach settle.

>>36064278
>[ ] Okay, you can sit tight for a moment, you guess.
>[ ] Ask him if he thinks someone else’ll turn up to deal with the Six.

>>36064278
>You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like

>>36064278
>>[ ] You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.
>>[ ] Ask him if he thinks someone else’ll turn up to deal with the Six.

>>36064278
Huh, so it was Magik that taught him, I'd have preferred Brother Voodoo, but meh.

>You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.

Vulture can fly, and half a mile isn't that far.

>>36064278
>[ ] Engage the cloaking field over Remy and us
>[ ] See if he's ready to move or be carried
>[ ] Book it

>>36064374
Plus there's a guy known as "The Hunter" with them, so like you said, half a mile isn't that far.

>>36064374
>>36064424
Half the hunt is knowing the direction your prey is in.

>>36064424
>>36064438
Also possibly Octo-bots, with cameras. and Electro, looking through the grid for us. And the other unknown member of the six we didn't see.

Being paranoid is fun!

>>36064500
Considering they busted the meet, but failed to secure a mutant, they'll be making a get away instead of hunting for us, we are not that important.

Thou we will be on their radar now.

>>36064278
>>[ ] Okay, you can sit tight for a moment, you guess

>[X] You think you guys should be getting further away real quick like.

A second doesn’t seem like all that much, but half a mile isn’t all that far. You can hear sirens shifting up and down through the night nearby – you imagine that soon enough the NYPD will be involved in a full-scale siege. Unless the motley gang of mad scientists and rogue TV personalities decide, for some reason or another, to vacate the premises as quickly as possible.

Some reason like yourself. You can’t remember who the wildman is, exactly, but you’re in step enough with pop culture to know that he was a master tracker before he got himself all riddled up illegal geneware. Half a mile really isn’t all that far at all.

“You sure we have a second?”

You feel a little guilty, but you’re running mostly on survival instinct at this point.

Remy shrugs.

“Don’t expect anything fancy.”

The air pulses around you, and you swathe yourself and Remy under a veil of invisibility, your power reaching out to scrub him from the visible world. It takes the two of you a short while to determine exactly where you are, Remy resorting to his fancy phone machine and its GPS wizardry, but you know you’re headed away from the sirens.

You check the time.

>9:25 PM

“You got anywhere to be in particular?” Ask Remy.

>[ ] You’re headed back home.
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight.
>[ ] Write in.

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight

Drop off the info we've collected then get the fuck back home.

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight

>>36064887
>>[ ] You’re headed back home.

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight.

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight.
Then:
>[ ] You’re headed back home.
Need to let Laura know we are safe.

>>36064887
>[ ] You’re headed back home
Let Remy deal with the agency

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight.
file the report

we gotta return the suit anyways too

>>36064959
Remy doesn't know what happened in the room.

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight
Debrief while the memory's fresh.

>>36064887
>Thinking of dropping by the agency tonight

>>36064959
How would he do that, seeing that we didn't tell him about who was in that room.

>[x] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight
They need insider knowledge right now so they can act.
Buy something quick and tasty on the way, though.

>>36064887
>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight.

>>36064887
>>[ ] You were thinking of stopping by the Agency tonight.
Finish up our business there. Then home.

>[X] Agency.

You tell him that you were considering a trip to Agency.

“Well, the Phantom won’t be around, not now.” He’s looking better now – you swear, whatever he did back there drained most of the color straight of his face. “S’pose you gotta drop that suit off.”

Oh, yeah. You glance down at your undeniably fancy self. You’d forgotten about that.

The two of you make your way through the city, invisible to the world around you. From behind your walls, the city lights are pale and cold, like motes of wayward goblin-fire, shining from a strange, immanent distance. You can’t help but notice the strange way Remy watches people, as though he’s sort of expecting to be spotted at any moment – almost asking for it, even.

“Strange, this.” He remarks, watching a young couple pass the two of you by, whispers of love and heat and sweat dancing along their lips. “Lonely.”

“Yes.” You say, nodding.

It’s very strange.

--------------------------------------------------------------------

>HMQ 91: END

Gotta depart, unfortunately. Next HMQ should be Wednesday.

>Congratulations! X-Point!
>Congratulations! You Spidey’d the Vulture!
>Congratulations! You escaped the Sinister Six!

>>36065389
animal affinity

thanks for running

>>36065389
Thank you for running.

Bank

>>36065389
Thanks for running!

Bank.

>>36065389
ThanKS for running Crusty.

>>36065389
>Lonley
>Yes
Nigga das sad

>>36065389
Thanks for running, CJ.

Poor JJ. ;_;

>>36065389
Bank, thanks for running
Anyone else think the Adhesive Ray explorative would be nice for a fight? Like knock somebody with it face-first into the ground, now they're stuck like that.

>>36065528
Probably do better upping the eye blast strength first. Its cheep, cheerful and versatile.

Though i still want to save for wings 3. Extra limbs in a fight is always useful.

>>36065528
Use on guns to cause them Jam and explode.

>>36065389
Good thread, Crusty.
Bank.

>>36065528
Yes, but still a fairly low priority for me.

Bank

>>36065555
True
>>36065556
Or more simply, disarm somebody and have the gun stick to the floor, then knock em out as they try to pick it up.

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>implying Crusty is still here

Quick! talk shit about Doctor Who and Cricket!

>>36065389
>This thread
>Don't die
>Don't die!
>Runaway!
>Phew
>FEELS

Dammit Crusty! You're just toying with us now.
Very good thread.

Bank x-point

>>36065658

If Doctor Who was actually good it'd have an American version.

>>36065658
David Tennant was bad

>>36065389
>Gotta depart, unfortunately. Next HMQ should be Wednesday.
Crusty's gone, anons.

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Gentlemen, How do we get JJ to be the first crackbitch on the moon?

>>36066575
I dunno but I'm waiting for the hype window Crusty mentioned

> finally caught up.
you go John.

pointless bump

I hope we get to bump into Spidey again, do a team up

>>36073812
or a clone, what's Ben up to?