>>793771

"Get it yourself" Mimi grunts, sprawled out on the couch in a manner similar to a cat "I'm watching tv"

"Oh and you can't get it?" Adam asks angrily, as I look over my shoulder at my sister, her tentacles withering as she sits up slightly and snorts

"No can do, I just got perfectly comfortable" She says, pulling a few blankets over herself as she curls back up "And can you see who's at the door? that knocking is making it really hard to sleep"

"Lazy.." Adam grumbles as he walks out of his bedroom, looking tired and worn out. I watch him as he stomps over to the door, and peeks through the peephole "Who the hell is...do any of you know a ginger girl with braces"

"Oh" I say happily turning to do the door as I set one of my tools down "Cyra's here, I was wondering when she'd come over"

"Why does no one ever tell me about these things' Adam sighs as he walks away from the door "Come in, sorry about the mess"

I get off of the chair I was sitting in as the door swings open and my friend bounds in, smiling happily

"Hey Eve, sorry I'm a little late, mom acting all mama bear again" she sighs, shaking her head as I rub the back of my neck

"Well, she does have a pretty good reason to be overprotective, wouldn't you be if you were in the same situation?" I ask happily as Cyra grimaces

"Okay first off, Ew, don't want kids" She says holding up a finger "Second off, I wouldn't be so annoying about it if I was a mother, She's just so...clingy!"

"She's just worried about you" Rasputin chimes in "It may be a bit annoying but hey, love always is, is it not"

Cyra looks at my brother and shakes her head

"Well" Mimi yawns "maybe you should just run away if it bothers you so much, its not like she can catch you or anything"

"Pah, she'll go back to normal in a few days" Cyra says crossing her arms "Hopefully, so Eve, ready to get going?"

What do I do?
[] Go out with Cyra
[] Inquire about what we're going to do
[] Show her my plasma launcher
[] Bring Cyra along
[] Bring Rasputin on
[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
[] Tell her I need a minute to fix up my plasma launcher 1d20+int
[] Offer to "Upgrade" her
[] write in

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her
I'm assuming upgrade is making her a costume, as well as it's usual significance.

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>793776
>[] Tell her I need a minute to fix up my plasma launcher 1d20+int
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Go out with Cyra

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Get excited and start talking about all the things we're going to do
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her
Wow lot's of voters today! =D
Let's add to the count.

>>793776
>[] Go out with Cyra
>[] Inquire about what we're going to do
>[] Show her my plasma launcher
>[] Offer to "Upgrade" her

"What are we going out to do anyways?" I ask, crossing my arms, tapping my fingers randomly as she looks at me strangely, and stuffs her hands into her pockets "You didn't tell me when you called yesterday"

"Oh, well I hadn't figured that out yet, I just though we'd just do whatever we wanted to for awhile, relax and have some fun you know" She says, shrugging with a smile as I frown

"I don't like going without a plan" I sigh as I move back over to my plasma launcher

"Well you can't plan everything out" she says calmly as I run my hand over the weapon, making its metal plates slide back into place, covering its exposed wires and various tubes "I mean your not a computer right"

"Eh?" I say as I wrap my scarf around my neck "And I know, I just prefer having an outline to work with"

"Oh, well I can understand that but..maybe chill out a little...what's that you got there, Eve?" Cyra asks as she walks up behind me and reaches for the plasma launcher "Some new gun or"

"Don't touch!" I say, pushing it away from her hands "its incredibly volatile, I'm trying to fix it so it isn't so...explodey"

"What the hell is it?" She asks, looking slightly horrified

"Plasma launcher" I say calmly, smiling as Cyra's eyes go wide with wonder.

"She stole it from those smile people" Mimi says calmly

"Wait, I thought you said you made that!" Rasputin says angrily as I laugh nervously

"I saved it from them, it would've blown up if I left it there, taking a lot of people with it" I say quickly, as Rasputin unfolds his comic book, and sits back down, the weight of his mind easing off of the room as Mimi chuckles "It wasn't so much as stealing more like...reappropriation to a safer location"

"So stealing" Mimi says flatly as Cyra makes an odd noise

"Someone actually made plasma weaponry?" She squeaks "that's...that's something only Milkai had! This is amazing, how does it work?"

"Er, Constantly agitated plasma core, powered by a current of ultra keeping it from stabilizing" I say calmly as I grab it, and shove it in my chest, making Cyra wince "Shears off parts of it to use as ammo, really rather crude actually, but fascinating none the less"

"God, that's still so weird' Cyra says poking my stomach as I look down at her "Doesn't that...ya know hurt or anything"

"Nope" I say calmly "It just feels...sticky, its hard to explain if you haven't felt it yourself I think, so are we going to be leaving"

"Oh right" She says nodding as she turns back around "Well I guess we can walk and talk for a while until we find out what we want to do"

"Sounds good" I say flatly as I follow her out of the door, as it glows purple.

"Just don't steal anything while you're out sis" Rasputin says, closing the door behind us

"He seems a little grumpy' Cyra says, a little awkwardly "er...god its so weird seeing him read comics, since he looks like...you know who"

"Mhm" I say nodding "Also if you're mother is so worried about you, I could Upgrade you a bit to ease her worries"
cont

>>793955
"Stop" Cyra says, putting her hand on my chest "right there, I'm not going to let you go Frankenstein on me, I know it might not be a big deal to you but...saying you're going to "upgrade" someone is kind of creepy"

"Oh I know" I chuckle as I move her hand off of me carefully "Its just an offer after all, I wouldn't do anything without your consent"

"Okay...that makes it sound worse" She says frowning a bit "What do you mean when you say upgrade"

I pull my scarf over my mouth as we start to walk down the stairs

What do I say
[] Bio mechanical augmentation, of course
[] I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.
[] Oh, well that's a secret isn't it
[]I don't know, I'm sure I would've figured it out
[] So what do you want to do, Cyra?
[]....you don't want to know, trust me
[] Oh, can we go to a scrapyard?
[] Well...want to get something to eat first?
[] write in

>>793989
>[] Bio mechanical augmentation, of course
>[] I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.
>[] So what do you want to do, Cyra?

>>793989
>[] I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.

>>793989
>[] I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.

>>793989
>[] I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.
>[] Oh, can we go to a scrapyard?
>[] Well...want to get something to eat first?

>>793989
>[] Bio mechanical augmentation, of course
>[] I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.
>Getting Ras to optimize her mind.
>[] So what do you want to do, Cyra?
>[] Oh, can we go to a scrapyard?
Pretty sure we've meant in in every way possible.

>>793989
>[]I don't know, I'm sure I would've figured it out
>[] So what do you want to do, Cyra?
>[] Oh, can we go to a scrapyard?

>>793989
>I meant I was going to make you a costume that isn't a bunch of old rags and Halloween costumes. Sorry, its easier to say upgrade.
>[] So what do you want to do, Cyra?
>[] Oh, can we go to a scrapyard?

I sigh and shake my head.

"I meant I was going to make you a costume like mine" I say calmly as I smile at her, as the worried look on her face melts away "One that isn't a bunch of rags and old halloween costume"

"Oh, you scared me for a second there girl" she chuckles, smiling as we walk into the empty lobby "I thought you were going to go all mad scientist on me, but...why didn't you just say that then, Eve?"

She looks at me suspiciously as she holds open the glass doors leading out into the streets, cold air washing over me. I button my coat up.

"Sorry, its easier just to say upgrade" I say flatly as she tries to stop herself from giggling

"Yeah, but it kind of implies something else there eve" She says frowning as I walk past her, watching the old dried up leaves blowing on the wind

"But it is an upgrade" I say shrugging as she walks beside me "Maybe I should've said costume, in hindsight"

"Yeah, that would've sounded a lot less creepy" she says, nodding and smiling

"So what do you want to do anywas, Cyra?" I ask as she tilts her head for a second and rubs her chin with her gloved hands

She licks her braces in thought and smacks her fist into her hand

"Well we could see a movie, play some VR games" She says excitedly, spitting slightly as I pull my scarf up a bit higher "Maybe go get something to eat, buy some comics and figures, ya know stuff like that"

I frown, as the gears begin to slowly grind in my head, as I plan out just how I'm going to make her costume.

"Could we go to a scrapyard?" I ask as her smile shrinks a bit

"Why would" She says before she realizes why I want to go there "You don't need to make me a costume eve, I'm fine with my current one, Also those places are filled with ultra, do you know how hard it is to one?"

"Don't criminals break in all the time" I ask tilting my head towards her

"Yes, that's why they're so heavily guarded' She says angrily "I mean, we could try to get in, but I really don't need to get arrested, cause then my mum would ground me"

What do I do?
[] break into a scrap yard
[] Go to Unseen wonders with Cyra *comic shop*
[] get some burgers first
[] Play VR with Cyra *you will have a VERY unfair advantage*
[] Watch a movie
[] Hey, why not fight some crime?
[] write in

>>794172
>[] break into a scrap yard

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first
>[] break into a scrap yard

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first
>[] Play VR with Cyra *you will have a VERY unfair advantage*

Then

>[] break into a scrap yard

VR shenanigans sounds too fun to pass up.

>>794172
>[] Go to Unseen wonders with Cyra *comic shop*

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first
>[] break into a scrap yard

>>794172
>[] break into a scrap yard
but first
>[] get some burgers first
>[] Play VR with Cyra *you will have a VERY unfair advantage*

Plus we kinda need to make a custom for our siblings as well since they need something more then rags so might as well take our friend with us to grab what we need... and also not bring our brother since he'd have issues with the whole stealing thing.

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first
>[] break into a scrap yard

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first
>[] Go to Unseen wonders with Cyra *comic shop*
Afterwords
>go to a fabric shop
>[] break into a scrap yard
Shame we don't have money to legitly just buy scrap, but whatever.

>>794172
>[] get some burgers first
>[] Go to Unseen wonders with Cyra *comic shop*

"Well she wouldn't have to know...but we should at least figure out how we're going to get in first, as like I said, I dislike doing things without at least a bit of planning" I say, crossing my arms as Cyra sighs and shakes her head.

"Guess I can't convince you just not to do it all, then" She says, rubbing her hands together "Fine, but can we get some burgers first? I haven't had anything to eat today, and besides, its easier to think with a full stomach"

"Burgers?" I ask glancing at her "Okay sure, but you might need to pick for me, since I don't know what I'd like on it"

"Oh that's fine, I'll just get you something simple, like a cheeseburger combo or something" She says happily "Also don't worry, I brought some money along so you don't have to pay"

"Oh good, because I don't have any myself" I say smiling as she nods

"Well, maybe you should get a job or something" She says "I mean if you signed up you'd get paid for being a hero"

"really?" I ask "that seems a little....wrong"

"Yeah, but hey they need to eat to and they save more people when its a full time job" She says shrugging "So what can you do"

I frown and shrug as well
-

"Why does it look like my skin?" I ask, lifting the straw out of my milk shake "that's a little gross"

"I told you, you should've just got the strawberry" Cyra sighs as she bites into her burger "Also it doesn't look like your skin at all"

"Its the same shade" I say setting the straw back down, grabbing a fry and carefully dipping it halfway into the pool of ketchup on my plate "More or less, it just...it just a little gross to me alright"

"I Can get you another one if you want" She says, pointing back at the counter with her thumb, as I lick the ketchup off of the fry before eating it

"No you already bought this one" I say sadly, sighing as I grab my burger, and turn it around to take a bite from the side with the most condiments on it "You can have it if you want, since I can't drink it, its going to go to waste otherwise"

"No, I don't wanna get fat' Cyra sighs "I could just refil it with some soda or something, if its bothering you that much"

"You can do that?" I ask, cocking my head as she smirks and nod

"Yeah, they don't care" She chuckles "What do you want anyways?"

"Pink lemonade' I say happily "thanks a lot by the way, I don't think I could've finished this all without a drink"

"Oh don't mention it" She says warmly "its what friends are for, right"

"What are friends for?" I mummer to myself

Well, I guess friends are for having someone to talk to and spend time with. Friends are people you enjoy doing thing with, and feel oddly pleasant when they're around.

I smile, and grab another fly
-

"Alright" Cyra says, lowering her voice as we walk down the side of the street, we've been walking for awhile, heading towards the waterfront "here we are, new Brooklyn's trash yard, were all the scrap from ultra fights is dumped until it can be recycled"
cont

>>794375

It looks like a prison, with giant metal walls wrapped around it, watch towers dotting the sides. Razor wire threaded with barbed wire and electric conduits for added deterrence and protection. Spot lights sit inside of the metal walls, behind shutters that are currently closed.

There's a large metal door on the front of it, and I can feel the hum of a depowered force field behind it, in my bones.

But...that's odd. wouldn't that be on right now? I tilt my head as Cyra tugs on my arm

"Come on Eve, lets get inside before some one sees us" She says nervously "I really don't want to be caught doing this, so lets hurry up and grab what you need"

"Somethings wrong" I say quietly "Most of the power is off, no not just off, shut down completely"

"What?' Cyra says, looking and sounding serious "Wait...do you think someone's already breaking in"

What do I do?
[] nod and confirm
[] check the front desk real quick
[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control
[] Open the gate and look around
[] Phase through the wall *cyra will fly over*
[] Cyra...do you think if I found the power hub in there, you could turn it back on? Maybe we can catch whoever turned it all off
[] Maybe, I don't know, just be careful
[] call the police with the phone mom gave me
[] write in

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>794417
>[] nod and confirm
>[] check the front desk real quick
>[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>794417
>[] check the front desk real quick
>[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>794417
>[] nod and confirm
>[] check the front desk real quick
>[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control
>[] Phase through the wall *cyra will fly over*

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>794417
>[] nod and confirm
>[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control

>>794417
>[] nod and confirm
>[] check the front desk real quick
>[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>794417

>>794417
>[] nod and confirm
>[] check the front desk real quick
>[] Try to connect with the monitors on the wall 1d20+control

I nod, and answer "Yes, all signs seem to be pointing to it, at least, come on cyra, lets just make sure I'm right really quick"

"Yeah that's probably a good idea" She says, following me as I walk over to the simple door sitting along side the black metal walls "Maybe they're just rebooting their systems"

"That is a possibility" I say nervously "But I have a feeling that isn't what's going on"

I grab the rusted handle of the paintless door, and slowly push it open. A fan blows back and forth on a desk. I look around the room, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Until I step behind the counter, and see a fat man laying on the ground, a nullifier snapped over his neck, and chains wrapped around his arms and legs, tying him in place.

"Oh my god!" Cyra shouts as I sit down on his desk, covering in computers, all of them are smashed to pieces "is..is he dead?"

"No" I say calmly as she reaches down and checks his pulse

"Oh, that's a relief, cause I don't think I can use my powers as defibrillators" She says, sounding terribly on edge "Well, whoever came through here really beat the hell out of him"

I place my hands over the smashed screens. Cyra touches my shoulder

"Eve, what are you doing?" She asks

"Getting a look out whoever did this to him" I say as I connect to the sleeping surveillance system, and wake it back up with pulses of power, followed by a steady stream
-
13+2= 15=success
-

A grey image fills my vision, of men digging through the scraps looking for something, ripping apart old trashed cars and dragging off pieces of rubble as they continue to look. There's three of them, all in the same area. I start flipping through the various channels, and quickly realize.

Someone is breaking the cameras. I catch a few faint glimpses of a blur, before the channel fades from view.'

I clutch my head, wincing in pain as I come back to reality.

"Got ya!" Cyra shouts, catching me as I fall back "are you okay"

I nod

And what do I do?
[] tell her what I saw
[] wake the clerk up
[]call the police
[] Activate the alarms, and call out the criminals with them
[] Put on an act, and pretend to be a super hero/villain to scare them off, via the same method as above
[]Tell Cyra to get my siblings, just in case
[] Enter the junkyard, and find them
[] Put on my costume
[] write in

>>794574
>[] tell her what I saw
>[] wake the clerk up
>[] Put on my costume
>[] Activate the alarms, and call out the criminals with them

>>794574
>[] tell her what I saw
>[] wake the clerk up
>[] Put on my costume
>[] Activate the alarms, and call out the criminals with them

>>794574
>>[] tell her what I saw
>>[] wake the clerk up
>>[] Put on my costume
>>[] Activate the alarms, and call out the criminals with them

>>794574
>[] tell her what I saw
>[] wake the clerk up
>[]call the police

>>794574
>[] Put on my costume
>[] tell her what I saw
>[] wake the clerk up
>[] Put on an act, and pretend to be a super hero/villain to scare them off, via the same method as above

>>794574
>>>[] tell her what I saw
>>>[] wake the clerk up
>>>[] Put on my costume
>>>[] Activate the alarms, and call out the criminals with them

"What just happened to you?" She asks, helping me get back on my feet as I blink my eyes one after the other to make sure they're still working "You just flew away from the monitors like someone threw you, was that supposed to happen? What am I saying, of course it wasn't it"

"Great deduction Cyra" I say sarcastically as I stand back up, and rub my forehead, still feeling the electric burn from being tossed out of my connection so suddenly "And to put it simply, I connected to the surveillance systems"

"Oh, so they're breaking the cameras?" She asks slouching a bit, keeping her hands in her pockets "Or does that always happen when you...connect to things"

"The former" I say calmly "I Saw four different people, three were looking for something, the fourth was breaking cameras"

"Well, looks like we got our answer" Cyra says, almost sounding excited about this "I can't believe we get to stop a crime in progress...er, even if we were about to do the same thing"

"Don't think about it" I say happily, as I reach into my coat and grab my costume, squishing its fleshy out layer in as I slam it into my chest, feeling it spread over me as Cyra yelps

"Eeeergh" She says covering her mouth "that looks really...really fucking gross..is..is are those tentacles, what the hell is that thing"

"My techno organic costume" I say my skull shaped mask covers my face "It takes a little getting used to I know"

She slowly runs her hand down my sleeve and pulls it back quickly

"Okay that's might be the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and why does it feel like velvet, it looked all...slimy before" She says wiggling her fingers around as I smirk


"Because that's what I programed it to feel lik" I say as I crouch down next to the clerk and shake him awake

His black eye slowly opens and he looks at me

"Hhn?" He grunts "Oh you a hero? or you one of them bastards who beat the shit out of me"

"Hard to explain" I say flatly as he sighs

"Fucking mysterious type ain't ya" He growls as he sits up "uurgh, my bones, god they beat me good, Well are you here to help me or them"

"You" Cyra says "Don't worry about her sir, she's just isn't a people person"

"I've figured that" He sighs "So, I'm guessing I should clear out then, cause you're gong to wreck the place"

"Oh, we'll try not to cause any serious damage" I say happily as he snorts

"Right, well I'll call the cops, try and finish up by then" He groans "I'm going home, oh, and give the big one a whooping for me, I think the bastard knocked some of my teeth out"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cyra asks "We can call you ambulance or a cab if you want"

"I ain't no pussy, I can walk" He says bluntly and rudely "just don't break anything I need to do my job, or touch anything, got it? You young heroes are always so...eager"

"Oh..oh...uh um" Cyra stammers as I nod "well we uh..were we were.."

"Don't worry, we won't" I lie as he nods and walks away "We're just here to stop them"
cont

>>794734
"Yeah, its not like we came here to steal anything either" Cyra says nervously, smiling like an idiot as the man slams the door behind himself "We're heroes after all"

"You don't do well under pressure do you?" I ask as she frowns and huffs

"Hey, I'm not used to it, I'm sure I'll get better the longer I work as a hero" She says nodding "Even if I haven't registered yet"

I nod, and grab the microphone sitting on his desk

"Guess what?" I ask as Crya pouts a bit "one of the few systems they left on was the PA, want to let them know we're here"

Her eyes light up and she grins

"Calling out the bad guy like a real hero, making them tremble in their boots?!" She asks excitedly "Hell yes I do!"

"Well wait your turn" I say as she groans and slouches again "because I wanna go first"

What do I say
[] attention criminals, you have exactly one minute to turn yourselves in or I will be forced to apprehend you with violence
[] Heey, what do you think you're doing, smashing up those cameras?
[] HEY ASSHOLES, I HAVE YOU FOR...FIFTEEN MINUTES IN THE METAL WALLS, TODAY ONLY
[] YOU ARE..HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE MACHINES AND RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR WRECKS, I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY, ALL OF YOU
[] Hiyah, I'm coming to detain you for the police, See ya soon
[] SO, what's your plan anyways? get some cheap ultra and run? Isn't that a little stupid
[] FOUL EVIL DOERS, JUSTICE'S EYE IS UPON YOU
[] Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and what you're doing now is going get you beat by me and my friend here
[] er...stop breaking the law, NOW!
[] *Loud static buzz and binary string*
[] Hey, criminals, we're coming to get you. don't try and run, it would be illogical
[] Write in

>>794784
>[] YOU ARE..HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE MACHINES AND RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR WRECKS, I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY, ALL OF YOU
>[] *Loud static buzz and binary string*

>>794784
>[] *Loud static buzz and binary string*

>>794784
>[] *Loud static buzz and binary string*
>[] YOU ARE..HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE MACHINES AND RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR WRECKS, I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY, ALL OF YOU

>>794784
>[] YOU ARE..HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE MACHINES AND RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR WRECKS, I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY, ALL OF YOU
>[] *Loud static buzz and binary string*

>>794784
>[] Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and what you're doing now is going get you beat by me and my friend here
>[] YOU ARE..HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE MACHINES AND RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR WRECKS, I'LL MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY, ALL OF YOU

>>794784
>[] *Loud static buzz and binary string

"YOU ARE!" I Shout, before I stammer for a second, pausing as I try to find the words to express my rage, how dare they...how dare they.."HOW DARE YOU BREAK THOSE MACHINES AND RUMMAGE THROUGH THEIR WRECKS!, I'll MAKE ALL OF YOU PAY ALL OF YOU"

Cyra stares at me in shocked silence as I take a breath, and let it out calmly.

I hold the microphone up to my mouth and open my mouth again, feeling a little nervous now as static rolls past my lips, and every word I speak turns to binary as all of the nerve I had before seems to leave me. I continue on, angrily repeating the ones and zeroes until Cyra takes the mic from my hands and chuckles

"Well, like my friend just said, we're coming to get you, you dumb motherfuckers" She says, covering her mouth and looking embarrassed over that last part "Er sorry, got a little carried away their, But you thugs aren't going to know what hit ya when we're done with you, You might be used to dealing with the cops, but we're a weight class above them, actual bonified heroes"

"Done?" I ask as Cyra covers the mic, blushing as she nods

"I don't know where that motherfucker bit came from" She says meekly "Er...I need to get into my costume really quick, unless you have a spare"

What do I do?
[] Split up
[] Wait for her and search together
[] Make a distraction with my abilities 1d20+control
[] Head over to where I saw them, with Cyra flying above me
[]Use my control over machines to try and lure them over to the perfect Arena for both me and Cyra
[] Ask cyra what her super name is
[] Wish my friend good luck
[] remind cyra to be careful
[] write in

>>794953
>] Make a distraction with my abilities 1d20+control
>[]Use my control over machines to try and lure them over to the perfect Arena for both me and Cyra

>>794953
>[] Split up
>[] Ask cyra what her super name is
>[] Wish my friend good luck

>>794953
>[] Wait for her and search together
>[]Use my control over machines to try and lure them over to the perfect Arena for both me and Cyra
>[] Ask cyra what her super name is
>[] Wish my friend good luck
>[] remind cyra to be careful

>>794953
>[] Wait for her and search together
>[]Use my control over machines to try and lure them over to the perfect Arena for both me and Cyra
>[] Ask cyra what her super name is
>[] Wish my friend good luck
>[] remind cyra to be careful

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>794953
>[] Wait for her and search together
>[] Make a distraction with my abilities 1d20+control
>[] Head over to where I saw them, with Cyra flying above me

>>795021
I think we just broke one of them

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>794953
>[] Make a distraction with my abilities 1d20+control
>[] Wait for her and search together
>[]Use my control over machines to try and lure them over to the perfect Arena for both me and Cyra
>[] Ask cyra what her super name is
>[] Wish my friend good luck
Not letting us keep that 20

"Well I'll wait outside then" I say as she starts to rummage around through her hip bag, as I step out the back door, frowning when I see the cut wires of the alarm that used to be wired to it "Don't take too long, wouldn't want to be left all alone with"

"What?" She asks as she rushes past me, nearly making me fall over from the force of her running past me, forcing a wall of air into my back "I'm a speedster, what would you have to wait for?"

"I didn't know you could get dressed that fast" I say, feeling a little surprised as I get my balance back "I thought it was just how fast you could sprint er"

"What?' She asks, I guess she doesn't realize how sloppily she put on her crude costume "What are you...oh"

"Guess you should've taken your time" I say smirking as I walk past a row of dumpster sitting against chain link fences

"Shut up" She says, sounding terribly embarrassed as she adjusts the thick rubber gloves covering her hands "Not all of us can just put on our costumes like a glove you know"

I try not to giggle as she pulls her goggles down over her eyes and smirks confidently

"Well lets get going then" She says as she walks out into the walls of wreckage, giant mechs,shattered cars, rubble, old power lines and even a few appliances large enough to peek out from the graves of titans "no time to waste in meting out justice"

"Hold on a second" I say as I raise my hands up, my veins glowing purple, looking like rows of circuity "I have an idea"
-
20+ 2 =22 + crit!= SUPER NOVA!
-

I close my eyes, feeling all the barely powered wrecks and drained husks of technolog around me. The long dead corpses of machines, they're crying out to be used once more, to be fixed. I can't do either of those things, but I can still use them to my advantage

I take a deep breath and open my eyes

"Cyra, I might need you to catch me again" I say softly as I command most of the machines in the scrap yard to turn back on and resume their functions.

My arms begin to burn, and sting. Sparks fly from my fingers and eyes as I grit my teeth, struggling to keep control of my powers and all of the machines connected to me from them.

I take one more breath, and close my eyes to focus a bit more.

And then it clicks, like a switch flipped on.

Swinging my arms down, the cars turn their ignitions on and off like laughing, the washes and fridges flap open as tv's play a vision of a laughing and glitched face made of pixels, shaped like my mask. The roof falls over the walls, covering the junkyard in darkness, swallowing it up as flood lights turn on and swivel around inside of the yard.Headlights, street lamps and even a few radios light up brightly. Music plays through the air as madness erupts around us.

and Cyra curses again, several times. Sounds like she's rather excited and impressed by display

"THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME!" She yells, pumping her fists into the air, shaking them energetically "You're amazing Eve! they be scared out of their minds right now!"
cont

>>795152
>Giant mechs
>In an old junk yard

I just had an idea.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-kYiDbG39s&list=RDK-kYiDbG39s

>>795152
I hold my arms out, before letting them drop down to my sides, my commands still running through the dead machines as I hear a few shrill shrieks of terror and smile.

"Thank you" I sigh, feeling a little worn out from all that work "it took a lot out of me to be able to accomplish that...do you really think its cool"

"Are you fucking kidding me? this is so badass, its like we're actually in a comic or something" She says, her eyes sparking violently, spitting out arcs of electricity as looks upon my work with awe "Oh I can't wait to tell the club about this"

I smile proudly, feeling strangely warm in my chest.

"I am Omegon..d..d.destroyerrrrrr" one of the broken robotic head this one size of an apartment groans, stuttering as it repeats its line, its eyes flashing brightly as its weapon systems spark and attempt to fire.

"Hey, cyra" I say, grabbing her shoulder as she begins to run off "I forgot to ask but...what is your hero name?"

"Oh, Never told you did I?" She says, putting her hands on her hips with a smug grin "I'm lighting queen! has a nice ring to it doesn't it"

"Lighting Queen?" I repeat, testing it out myself "I guess it sounds nice, now don't go off running, and be careful these guys aren't playing around"

"Oh you sound like my mother" She says laughing as I frown

"I wasn't trying to" I sigh, before I smirk and pat her on her shoulder "Well good luck"

"You to, lets hope we don't get too beaten up" She says "Also, what's the plan"

"Oh" I say, snapping my finger to turn off a section of the machines "they'll assume we're hiding from them with all this noise, when they notice the dark quite spot, they'll conclude that's where we are"

"So your leading them into a trap?" She asks, staring at the section of junkyard I powered down "that's pretty clever Eve, so we'll ambush them right...mind if I make a grand dramatic entrance? Kind of always wanted to do that"

What do I do?
[] let her 1d100
[] Introduce myself to them, and hide in the shadows with cyra, before striking 2d100
[] Set up a few simple traps in the ambush zone 1d20+int
[] Ask her to fly me up to a vantage point first
[] tell her to close off their escape route, while I distract them 1d100
[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name
[] Ask if she can scare them a little more for me
[] Hey, don't be stupid, I WANT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO, Don't leave me out! I thought we were friends
[] write in

>>795181
YES YES

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>795230
>[] let her 1d100
>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name

>>795230
>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name
>[] Hey, don't be stupid, I WANT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO, Don't leave me out! I thought we were friends

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>795230
>[] Set up a few simple traps in the ambush zone 1d20+in
>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>795230
>[] let her 1d100
>[] Set up a few simple traps in the ambush zone 1d20+int
>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>795230
>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name
>[] Hey, don't be stupid, I WANT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO, Don't leave me out! I thought we were friends
>[] Set up a few simple traps in the ambush zone 1d20+int

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>795251
And for '20' roll

>>795257
Oh, also missed an n there
Cyra is Lightning Queen, so just ignore that typo

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>795230
>>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name
>>[] Hey, don't be stupid, I WANT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO, Don't leave me out! I thought we were friends
>>[] Set up a few simple traps in the ambush zone 1d20+int

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>>795267
AND THAT KNOCKS OUT THE 1!

>>795267
>>795242
phew, glad I was able to counter the 1.

>>795230
>[] get worried, realizing i don't have a cool hero name
>[] Hey, don't be stupid, I WANT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO, Don't leave me out! I thought we were friends
>[] Set up a few simple traps in the ambush zone 1d20+int
>>795267
Good job

>>795267
Hell yeah!

"HEY!" I shout, grabbing her leg as she flies off into the air "Don't be stupid"

"Oh come on, I'll be fine" She groans "These guys are just some thugs, and I have actual superpowers"

"No" I say sternly, as I struggle to hold her down "I WANT TO MAKE AN ENTRANCE TO, Don't leave me out! I thought we were friends Cyra"

"Oh" She says, looking amused for some reason as I pout angrily, kicking my feet in the dirt to try and not get carried away by her "I thought you were...Well I'll make sure to give you a chance to make one yourself, alright"

I frown and nod, smiling as she flies away, and I let go off her, dropping back to the ground as I walk into the darkened section of the scrapyard, and laugh despite myself
-
18+7= 25= Super nova
-
Oh they won't know what hit them, I didn't tell Cyra this, but this part of the junkyard is filled with old guns, tossed away when they were twisted into pieces by Ultras. Now with some quick tinkering, I can make them a lot less deadly than they used to be, a nice non lethal trap, if I rewire their systems to produce a stunning amount of electricity. Of course then comes the problem of ranges.

But if I combine and merge them together, piecing together their shattered systems and wiring them together in a crude network...then I can get a much more effective shock and range.

I smile, twirling my finger around as wires run themselves into the twisted and ruined rifles. I tug them into position, a few falling on the hoods of crushed cars or just thudding into the ground as I wave my hands around, hiding the wires.

I smile, and hear some muffled voices coming towards me. I gasp and duck behind a car.

"Alright,where the hell are those two brats" A very angry man asks as I see his reflection in the mirror next to my face "They've got to be around here somewhere"

"Stop fucking with us godammit!"One of the other ones screams "Don't you know who you're messing with?!"

"Shut up,we're trying to catch them by surprise ya moron"Another,calmer voice sighs

"Oh looking for me" Cyra asks, slowly descending from the sky, lighting arcing from her back along the walls made of broken machines "Sorry for keeping you waiting but,I was having fun watching all of you squirm...You can me Lightning queen if you want to, I don't care what criminal scum calls me though"

Wait.

"Oh looks like we got a smug one, did mama make your costume,looks like shit!"

Wait, no I ...I don't have a cool hero name. What am I going to do? I'll look foolish if I step out there and come up with a name on the spot, and I'll look weird if I don't say anything

"Smug? no, no" Cyra chuckles "I'm just confident in my victory, but I guess it could come off like that"

Okay calm down eve, you can figure this out, just don't panic and stay calm. Maybe I can come up with a name that doesn't sound stupid before

"EEEEEEEERAAAAAAAGH!"the man screams as electricity lights up the alleyway we're in

I step out on instinct as Cyra stands there
cont

>>795416

I Cross my arms, my mask glinting as the two other men hold their smoking friend as he tries to move, twitching to violently to stand on his own

"Whaaa tha fuuuuuug" he groans "Wha happen to me"

"Jesus christ" the scrawny fellow in a monkey mask gasps as the other one chuckles, his face covered with bandages "Tubs...tubs speak to me man!"

"Well, seems like we got ourselves a nice lil challenge eh lads?" the other one laughs shaking his head, his tattered suit lit up by the lighting still arcing in front of him "Oh man, the boss is going to love this"

"So" He says calmly "Let me guess, you two are a team, Lightning Queen and...skull bitch?"

What do I do?
[] I am...er
[] My name doesn't matter, only my function
[] zap him in the chest,by using my laser rifle before I pull it from my arm 1d100
[] Sorry about that, but if you must know my heroic designation I am...
[] Don't call me that! *Fire the plasma launcher, behind him* 1d100
[] Oh, you may call us *split into several Eve's*
[]Blame the trap on Cyra
[] Ask him what they're doing here
[] write in

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>795456
>[] Don't call me that! *Fire the plasma launcher, behind him* 1d100

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>795456
>[] Sorry about that, but if you must know my heroic designation I am... Scintillation!
>[] zap him in the chest,by using my laser rifle before I pull it from my arm 1d100

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>795456
>[] My name doesn't matter, only my function
>[] Oh, you may call us *split into several Eve's*
>[] Don't call me that! *Fire the plasma launcher, behind him* 1d100

>>795477
If people don't get the why i go with the name Scintillation, it's because Scintillation is a synonym for sparks. So it's a play on the fact that our genetic mother is Miss Sparks.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>795456
>[] zap him in the chest,by using my laser rifle before I pull it from my arm 1d100
>[] Sorry about that, but if you must know my heroic designation I am the Acolyte

>>795456
>don't say anything
>zap him in the chest,by using my laser rifle before I pull it from my arm 1d100

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>795456
>[] zap him in the chest,by using my laser rifle before I pull it from my arm 1d100
I've got nothing.

I stand there for a second, its a good thing I'm wearing a mask or everyone would see how nervous I am right now. Name name, I need to choose a name, but...I can't come up with one. I've never been great with coming up with names or things like that. This...this is getting a little stressful.

The thug laughs, crossing his arms as I stand in front of him, not showing an ounce of the inner turmoil that's disrupting my ability to think straight.

"What? offended or something bitch" He asks, still laugh "god, can't take banter or something...hey, did you break? answer me already damni"

I raise my hand, reforming my laser rifle in my arm, and firing it with half a thought. An lance of lightning flies from my hand, an slams into the thug.

He stumbles back, yelping in pain and surprise as he nearly trips over the wires.

I drop my hand, my sleeves hiding my arm as my rifle drops out of it.

I grab it and lift it back up as the man's eyes burn with hate and fury.

"Alright" He says, barely phased by the burn on his chest "Alright, skully, I'm break you in half alright? You feeling that lads"

"Oh yeah, that hurt like a bitch" Tubs says, getting back up on his legs "I'm really feeling it"

"Oh you made a mistake fuckin with us brat" the one in the monkey mask hisses as Cyra stands by my side "We've lived our lives on the streets"

they begin to walk towards us...and I frown as I realize I don't see the forth

What do I do?
[] Use Cyra as a power source 1d100
[] distract them with my rifle or clones, so cyra can run past and shock them 1d100
[] Clone rush them, holding them back to let Cyra pick one of them off 1d100
[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont
[] Make a car slam into one of them 1d20+cont
[] Clone myself a few times, but not enough to weaken myself 1d20+cont
[] Fire the plasma launcher in such a way to drop some trash on them 1d100
[] Work together with Cyra 2d100
[] try to toss some banter back at them
[] write in

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>795589
>[] distract them with my rifle or clones, so cyra can run past and shock them 1d100

Rolled 20, 9 = 29 (2d20)

>>795589
>[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont
>[] Make a car slam into one of them 1d20+cont
part 1

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>795589
>[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>795589
>[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont

Can't we just shoot one of them with the plasma launcher? It would solve 1/4th of our current problem if it hit.

Rolled 11, 67 = 78 (2d100)

>>795589
>[] Work together with Cyra 2d100
and part 2

Rolled 19, 6 = 25 (2d20)

>>795589
>[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont
>[] Make a car slam into one of them 1d20+cont

>>795617
you want to vaporize them?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>795589
>[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>795589
>[] Activate the traps again 1d20+cont
>[] write in
Tell "LQ to take down their speedster"

>>795640
Sure, why not?

>>795662
well... I guess it would get rid of them.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>795589
>[] Make a car slam into one of them 1d20+cont

>>795670
And I don't think Eve has a problem with killing scum.

>>795681
Well Eve might not, but Cyra might.

>>795689
Only one way to find out, and it'll be a good lesson in what's expected of a hero for Eve.

>>795681
They don't really seem like the scum worth killing. They only just tied up a guy after beating him up, when it would have been easier to just kill him.

Can't focus on that disturbing fact right now, there are much more pressing matters I have to deal with right now. I lift my left hand up slightly, snaking the wires connecting the rifles around, re-positioning them as the man in the now smoking suit walks up to us confidently as Cyra stands there.

"Oh, and what are you going to do?" She asks excitedly "Laser eyes? Super strength, can you spit fire or something? Come on tell me! do you even have powers?!"

"Why would I tell you, also maybe drink a little less soda before fighting real baddies" He asks tilting his head slightly as he steps on one of the trails of wires laid over the floor "Just be thankful I'm going to beat the shit out of your little skull wearing bitch of a"
-
20+2= SUPER!

"Zap" I say calmly as I snap my fingers and he bellows in rage for a single moment.

Before he lights up, his arms held out as he sparks, his body convulsing as he grits his teeth, growling

"FFFFFFUuuuuu" He scream "STOP STANDING AROUND AND BEAT THE SHIT OUTTA EM!"

"on it" tubs says as the one in the monkey mask clambers over the cars, holding a golf club "I get the angel, you get the corpse?"

"Sure thing tubs, she looks a lot less HOLY CRAP" the thug yelps as the pile of rubble he was standing on explodes with a shower of lighting, which arcs off and chases him as he swings onto the arm of a broken mecha "JESUS"

"Sorry, couldn't resist' Cyra says meekly as the fat man grunts and charges her.

What do I do?
[] Trip him with a clone and hold him down 1d100
[] Shoot down the Monkey thug 1d100
[] Catch the thug with the robot's hand 1d20+Cont
[] Assimilate my rifle, and punch a lazer into the fat thug 1d100
[] Use my visor to pick out some weak points i can exploit in the wrecks around me 1d20+int
[] try and restrain the tough guy 1d20+str
[]Flee from the thug chasing me with Phasing, and re-position to a more advantageous location
[] write in

>>795702
Hadn't thought of that...

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>795709
>[]Flee from the thug chasing me with Phasing, and re-position to a more advantageous location
>[] Shoot down the Monkey thug 1d100

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>795709
>[] Assimilate my rifle, and punch a lazer into the fat thug 1d100
LAZER FIST

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>795709
>[] Shoot down the Monkey thug 1d100
>[]Flee from the thug chasing me with Phasing, and re-position to a more advantageous location

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>795709
>[]Flee from the thug chasing me with Phasing, and re-position to a more advantageous location
>[] Shoot down the Monkey thug 1d100

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>795709
>[] Assimilate my rifle, and punch a lazer into the fat thug 1d100

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArsvxD-JIi8
-
"Alright" the thug with the monkey mask says as I look at him calmly, analyzing him as he hangs by a giant mechanical finger. He's somewhat scrawny and thin, but athletic, definitely used to climbing around. No doubt he's going to use that against me and attack from positions and heights I can't reach

He says nothing as he swings towards me, kicking off a hanging street lamp to change his direction and fall towards me. I smile as he wraps both of his hands around his golf club, and swings it at my head.

It passes right through me, as I phase out. He lands falling through me, turning around with his mouth almost dropping to the floor.

I run into the wall of machines, and start to climb up it by switching between phasing and normal state. It takes a bit of concentration, and I have to squeeze through a few tight spaces to make it work. Thankfully this wall is full of holes and empty space letting me reform without worrying about getting trapped in a wall.

"Get back here, I ain't playing hide an seek with you, come on and just fight me yah yellow bitch!!" the thug yells as I see him swinging and leaping between chasms in the wall, grabbing on wires, twisted pieces of metal and the roofs of cars as he runs along.

I fall back into the wall next to me, seeing lighting strike as Cyra flies through the air, tires and bricks flying after her

He leaps over the gap, and begins smacking the wall with his golf club in impotent rage. I giggle as I run into a car and sit down.

I begin to hum as he turns and chuckles, leaping onto a lamp post and leaping to the hanging light in front of it, grabbing onto a broken ultra pipe as he gets closer to me.

I motion my hand down, opening the window as he swings to the next hanging piece of junk.

Slamming my rifle onto the open window, I activate my visor, and take a second to aim as the trackers lock on him and.

"Oh fuck me" He manages to say as the rifle charges up, lighting arcing down to the front of its barrel as a ball of electricity forms.

And fires as a lance, slamming into his arm. He screams in pain and drops, smacking into the hood of a car before rolling off, falling on a bunch of garbage bags with a pitiful moan.

"You...you tricky little' He wheezes, trying to push himself up "Ah..ah, that fuckin..Lads? Lads! can ya hear ME! I need some back up over here! Lads? ah fuck"

What do I do
[] leave him here
[] interrogate him
[] try to knock him out 1d20+str
[] Ask him if he has any powers
[] Scare the wits out of him
[]Apologize for hurting him
[]try to Pin him with wires, tying him to the floor 1d20+cont
[] Let him get back up, to be fair 1d100
[] write in

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>795855
>[]try to Pin him with wires, tying him to the floor 1d20+cont
>[] interrogate him

>>795855
>[] interrogate him

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>795855
>[] Scare the wits out of him
>[]try to Pin him with wires, tying him to the floor 1d20+cont

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>795855
>[]try to Pin him with wires, tying him to the floor 1d20+cont
>[] interrogate him
You dont want to know what a few thousand volts of electricity does to your nervous system.

>>795855
>[]try to Pin him with wires, tying him to the floor 1d20+cont
>[] leave him here
Still three other thugs to deal with.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>795915
This is probably a bad roll.

"Okay...okay you can do this, not the first time you fell thirty oh so feet right" He pants, trying to push himself up with the arm that didn't get a lance of lightning through it "Just got to be smarter this time, maybe get a rock or something to smack her upside the head if she tries this shit again"

I frown, and phase, turning to into purple fog and sparks as I fall through the wall of dead machines. I drop down on the floor, returning back to my body right before I hit it and slip through it from the momentum.

"Ah shit" the thug sighs as he gets up, holding his stomach in one hand and
-
18+2= 20= success
-

"A rock wouldn't be sufficient" I say smugly, raising my hand as wires snake from under the walls of abandoned technology, and wrap around him, tying him to the ground as I walk up to him "Maybe you could try not running towards someone with a laser rifle"

"Oh what else was I supposed to do?" He asks angrily "you were running through walls...er your not one of those...kill on sight kind of heroes right?"

"Of course not, you have yet to give me any reason to delete you" I say flatly as I stare him in the eyes "You aren't really dangerous after all"

"Hey, give me some respect" He says before he shuts up as I put the barrel of my rifle under his chin "EEEeee"

"So, what are you and your associates doing here?" I ask tilting my head "I mean not to be rude, but you and your friends don't seem to be the type to come up with something like this on your own, so who's pulling your strings"

"Er" He chuckles "Well, ya see, me and the lads got offered some cash by this creep speedster, said his boss would pay us if we got a nice concentrated ultra from this trash heap, would even let us keep some of it, a real deal ya know and.."

"And?" I ask warmly pulling my rifle from his neck as he smirks

"And well...uh well" He says "GOTCHA"

He head butts me, and groans in pain.

"Metal mask" I say blankly as he cries in pain

"Dammit" He whines "that isn't fair"

What do I do?
[] try to squeeze more information out of him 1d20+int
[] Shock him to see if it'll make him more...consenting 1d20+cont
[] Go to help Cyra after I see a car nearly fly into her
[]Leave him, and sneak up on the thugs fighting Cyra 1d20+ Agility and phasing *bonus*
[] Try to find the speedster 1d20+int
[] Headbutt him in retaliation
[] Make sure he didn't get seriously hurt from his fall
[] write in

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>795981
>[] Go to help Cyra after I see a car nearly fly into her
>[]Leave him, and sneak up on the thugs fighting Cyra 1d20+ Agility and phasing *bonus*

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>795981
>[] Go to help Cyra after I see a car nearly fly into her
>[]Leave him, and sneak up on the thugs fighting Cyra 1d20+ Agility and phasing *bonus*

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>795981
>[] try to squeeze more information out of him 1d20+int

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>795981
>[] Go to help Cyra after I see a car nearly fly into her
>[]Leave him, and sneak up on the thugs fighting Cyra 1d20+ Agility and phasing *bonus*

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>795981
>[] Go to help Cyra after I see a car nearly fly into her
>[]Leave him, and sneak up on the thugs fighting Cyra 1d20+ Agility and phasing *bonus*
Haha metal helmet

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>795981
>[] Go to help Cyra after I see a car nearly fly into her
>[]Leave him, and sneak up on the thugs fighting Cyra 1d20+ Agility and phasing *bonus*
I would check on him, but we're still outnumbered.

>>796073
damn too late... but maybe HM will go with The Rule Of Cool!

I look at him for a second longer than I should. Is he really that stupid? No no one could possibly be dumb enough to not realize headbutting someone with a metal mask wasn't a good idea...did he even notice it was metal? I shake my head and begin to walk away from him.

Sparks shower down around me, and I look up to see where they're coming from. Sure enough Cyra is flying above me, surrounded by electricity looking like a bolt of lightning flying through the sky. She vanishes over the otherside of the junk walls before I can really process what's going on.

A car slams into the wall to my right, and tumbles down next to the thug I've tied down.

"HEY ASSHOLE!" He screams angrily "YA NEARLY CRUSHED ME, YOU DUMBASS, HEY CAN YA HEAR ME, HEEEEY, HELP ME ALREADY, I'M STUCK WITH THE FREAK IN HERE"

No response. I sigh and turn to the wall where the car came flying from.

"Hey you can't just leave me here, I might have a concussion or something cause of your dumb mask" the thug whines again as I glance over my shoulder

"Then stop talking " I say calmly as I walk away and begin to phase "if you can get up from a fall like that you'll be fine"

"HEY, don't ignore me!" HE yells, getting tuned out by the sheets of metal and plastic between us as I walk towards the one part of the junkyard not turned on right now.

I step out into the darkness, and see the fat one and the one in the suit standing next to each other.

"She's too fast for ya" tubs sighs "maybe you can...I don't know find something that you can actually hit her with, and not just toss cars at her

"Sorry, but she blew apart all the bricks and tires I threw" the one with the face covered with bandages size "Maybe there's a net around here somewhere or something"

"Right, an ultra powered net" Tubs chuckles

"Hey, keep being a smartass and I'll throw you at her, its your fault she got away in the first place, let her slip right out of your hands" the leader of these three growl as tubs chuckle

"Bitch you ain't strong enough to throw me" He laughs

What do I do?
[] Zzzzzzap 1d100
[] Plasma launcher behind them, launching them a few feet 1d100
[] Whistle, and try to bury them in Eves *a most horrible/pleasant fate* 1d100
[] Tell them they're friend needs there help, gambling they'll care more about him than fighting me
[] Yell for cyra to drop a lightning bolt on them, after distracting them 1d100
[] DUAL ATTACK 2d100
[] Hit one of them with the mecha arm hanging in the air 1d20+cont
[] write in

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>796144
>[] Hit one of them with the mecha arm hanging in the air 1d20+cont

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>796144
>[] Hit one of them with the mecha arm you made from the scrap machines around you

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>796144
>[] Zzzzzzap 1d100

>>796144
>[] Hit one of them with the mecha arm hanging in the air 1d20+cont

Rolled 3, 8 = 11 (2d100)

>>796144
>[] DUAL ATTACK 2d100

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>796144
>[] Hit one of them with the mecha arm hanging in the air 1d20+cont

Rolled 29, 97 = 126 (2d100)

>>796144
>[] DUAL ATTACK 2d100
because why not

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>796185

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I glance up at the mecha arm hanging from the wall and smirk. I can see its wiring, the pistons allowing it motion and even the false muscles used to allow it more fluid motion. A rather brilliant design, and I hate whoever ripped it off at the shoulder, ruining its finer movements. Still, it still works enough, and that's all I can ask for. And to be honest, after playing some of Cyra's videogames, I've been dying to smack someone with a giant fist.

I sync up with it, with a single motion raising my hand up and clenching it into a fist as the now glowing arm follows and copies my movement.

"Wait, do you hear that?" The leader asks as he turns around "Oh you have got to be"
-
19+2= 21= success
-

I punch forward, calmly. the man tosses tubs out of the way, and stepping in front of him as his friend hits the floor with a loud thud. He raises his arms up.

and a wet crack follows, I wince as I see him standing there, laughing as the fist creaks and groans against him.

"That all you got?" He asks smugly, his grin visible through the bandages wrapped around his face, his white teeth shining like old electric powered lights "that all you go? You think an old tin like this can put me down? you're insulting me here girl, if you wanna put me down you've gotta"

"Be clever?" Cyra asks, her voice echoing as a stream of sparks flow through the alley and stop at the back of the thug.

He turns around, and in that instant, Cyra slams her body into his back.

And the whole scrapyard lights up as she shocks him, a bolt of lighting rising up from him as the mecha's fist glows white hot.

"REV!" tubs shouts as the man screams, and then starts to laugh

"Ohohoho" He cackles wickedly "Now...I think I feel my heart beating again, this is fan fuckin tastic"

"Eh?" Cyra says as the bandages fall from his face, revealing his face...its pale like my skin, but in a different way...a sickly way

"Ultra's a funny thing kid" He says calmly as he begins to lift "It makes us look a bit like gods, and tends to piss on the face of reality like its paying it"

"What!" Cyra yells as he stands up, bones sticking out of his arms

"AND YOU TWO RUNTS HAVE PISSED ME OFF!" He bellows "Tubs, find Monkey and get the hell out of here, meet me at home, I'm going to take my time with these two, also if you see that creep on the way out, tell him I'll make the delivery"

He stands there calmly, grinning like Mimi. A grin showing how certain he is of his victory

"Lightning Queen, nameless Cunt" He says happily "I'm Revenant, the man hell couldn't keep a hold of, and guess who sent me there in the first place?"

"No seriously" He laughs "Guess...come on, guess"

What do I do?
[] guess 1d20+int
[]Crush him with the fist 1d100
[] Pin him down so Cyra can shock him again 2d100
[] Shoot one of his arms 1d100
[] Attack him with a few of my clones 1d100
[] Flee with Cyra
[] write in

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>796293
>[] guess 1d20+int
Somebody we don't know or care about!

Rolled 94, 47 = 141 (2d100)

>>796293
>[] Pin him down so Cyra can shock him again 2d100

>>796309
how fitting

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>796293
>[] guess 1d20+int
>[]Crush him with the fist 1d100
1/2

Rolled 47, 33 = 80 (2d100)

>>796293
>[] Pin him down so Cyra can shock him again 2d100

>>796309
Literally why,

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>796309
>>796314
>>796318

I wanna be mad but I can't

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>796293
>>796315
>[]Crush him with the fist 1d100
and 2/2

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>796293
>[]Crush him with the fist 1d100

>>796309
Eh, we guess poorly and he laughs, I can deal with that. But if the 94 counts, boy is he gonna regret it!

>>796349
it was all part of our clever plan, to distract him with an obviously wrong answer to stun him long enough for us to hit him with something big. And we'll deny anyone that says otherwise.

1+7= 8= failure
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"Someone I don't know or care about?" I ask as I push my fist forward, and he just stands there and chuckles, as Cyra stumbles away from him, looking terrified. I don't blame her, I'm a little surprised a corpse is talking to me, let alone able to stop a giant mechanical arm like it was nothing. I had no idea they could do that.

"Ah come on, just humor me" He laughs "I'll feel bad about beating the hell out of both of you if you don't"

"Santa?" I ask, smiling as he pauses for a second and laughs

"What?" He laughs as I frown and sigh "are you serious, wow you're dumber than"
-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9EEtGLLDhNY
-

"I was humoring you" I say flatly as I press the hand against him, opening up the fist as he pushes back against it, his arms being pushed back as he growls like an animal, his teeth seeming to sharpen into fangs as his eyes glow with a dim red light.

Thankfully its too dark for Cyra to see that I'm blushing right now. I should've thought before I spoke, like I usually do.

"Ohohoho" He wheezes as Cyra covers her mouth "Ahh, I'm gonna feel like an asshole after this"

"LIGHTNING!" I shout trying to snap Cyra out of her horrified state "SHOCK HIM!"

"O..ON IT" She yells back, holding her hands up as she closes her eyes

Revenant screams, and then continues laughing, his arms broken and charred as he stands there unmoving, his legs pushed into the cold dirt under him.

I see him grinning, as his body begins to slowly go back together, as he huffs and pants like an enraged bull.

Roll 1d20+int for a perception check

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>796407
I'll do better this time!

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>796407
oh dear

>>796423
you know what peace out, night folks

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>796407
We're going to have to burn this one. Too bad we don't have a weapon with a blast temp. comprable to the surface of the sun--OH WAIT!

>>796423
well you're not wrong

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>796407
Cmon this is how you roll!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>796446
...
>>796407
How about we try it again.

>>796446
In all fairness you did do twice as well.

>>796451
IMPROVEMENT

Spend luck and reroll the set?
[] Yes?
[]No?

>>796455
nah, not yet

>>796455
We only have the one for right now, let's save it.

>>796455
Nah, 8+7=15. It should be good enough for now.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCyRVEg50oQ
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Cyra keeps coursing and firing lighting into his back, but all it seems to do to him is rip up his suit just a little more. He falls on one knee, apparently from our combined assault, but he stands back up with an animalistic roar, drool flowing down his lips as he forces his burnt and semi crushed body to stand back up, electricity running up his arms into the mechanicle arm as I press my hand down, trying to make it do the same and slam him flat into the ground. Because I really don't want to let him get free, I don't know what he'd do. But with what's been saying, I really don't want to give him the chance to actually attack either of us.

We're facing down a living corpse...I'm...I'm scared. I don't know how to deal with this, how is he function...HOW IS HE ALIVE, I DON'T LIKE THIS, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUN, We weren't supposed to run into a walking super powered corpse! We..were just supposed to get some supplies from this place. I..I don't like this, I don't know what to do.
-
8+7= 15

But, even panicking as much as I am, I'm still staying observant. I saved the fact that there was someone else besides these three thugs in here with us. The thing that broke the cameras. The speedster. My thoughts shift gear, away from the impossibility of a living corpse, calming me down and allowing me to focus more on what's going on around me

I hear one footstep behind me

roll 1d20+ agility or

Defend myself
[] Smack who's ever behind me with the mechanical arm 1d100
[] defend myself with phasing
[] Defend myself, using a clone as a "living' Shield
[] Defend myself activating my absorption/ assimilation
[] Shout Cyra's name in a panic 1d100 *zzzzzzzzaaaaaap*
[] write in

>>796511
>[] Defend myself activating my absorption/ assimilation

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>796511
>[] Smack who's ever behind me with the mechanical arm 1d100

>>796511
>[] Defend myself activating my absorption/ assimilation

Time to eat. I wonder if we'll get his powers?

>>796511
>[] defend myself with phasing

>>796511
>defend myself by activating absorption/assimilation.

>>796511
>[] Defend myself activating my absorption/ assimilation
Thanks for the weapon sucker!

>>796511
>[] Defend myself activating my absorption/ assimilation
Whatever it is, it's sure to create an interesting result.

I gasp, feeling cold metal slip past my skin. And instantly, my flesh wraps around it and pulls it into my back. I glance around, twisting around as the knife becomes part of me fully. But I feel the single cut it managed to leave before I "ate" it. I grab my back, wincing from the surprising amount of pain, letting the man whoever was holding it to pull their hand away before the same thing happened to them.

I glare up, my mask's circutry glowing with my pain, as does the rest of my costume. I hear the metal fist crash into one of the outer walls. Cyra shrieks, and the lightning lights up the entire scrap yard, as she frantically tries to stop Revenant from moving even an inch.

Standing in front of me is a girl with short black hair. Dressed like those Ninja's Cyra told me about. Except her clothing is more flowing, and fades away into smoke around the edges.

Her eyes are wide with confusion and shock

"What just" She stammers weakly, as it clicks in my head, fogged with adrenaline and fright.

She's a threat. She tried to kill me.

I put my hand over my face, as I split the edge of the knife and bring it up to the bottom of my fingers.

Dragging them down my mask, they make a terrible scrapping noise.

What do I do?
[] Cut her 1d100
[] Flee 1d20+agility
[] Phase through her 1d20+control
[] Explain my abilities
[] Mechanically tell her I am going to "respond in kind"
[] Freak out, and ask her why she would do that.
[]Try to hold her down with one of my clones 1d100
[] Activate the traps *Currently standing in the center of them* 1d20+cont
[] write in

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>796595
>[] Cut her 1d100

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>796595
>[] Mechanically tell her I am going to "respond in kind"
>[] Phase through her 1d20+control
>[] Cut her 1d100

Let's try to sever something she needs to run, like her Achilles tendon. Or her spine.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>796595
>[] Cut her 1d100
>[] Mechanically tell her I am going to "respond in kind"

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>796626
And for the cut

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>796595
>[] Mechanically tell her I am going to "respond in kind"
>[] Cut her 1d100

>>796672
There we go!

>>796672
the hero we needed

"And now" I say mechanically, feeling a little shocked and almost scared by my own voice for some reason "I shall respond kind"

I swing my arm down wildly, the white gloves on my costume retracting right before I hit the woman. She vanishes. I blink, my glove reforming as I glance around for her and

"Don't you dare you freak" She says calmly, smacking me on the back of my head

Hmm, that actually really hurt, but not enough to affect my ability to plan. I pretend to fall forward, and she takes the bait. She tries to hit me again, by kicking me in my stomach. I phase through it and push myself off the ground as I reform, nearly leaping up as I drag my bladed fingers across her chest.

She vanishes in a puff of smoke, as I hear Cyra crying, sounding horrified as Revenant chases after her, laughing like he's playing a game.And I imagine he feels that he is, but I doubt Cyra would agree with him....At least he doesn't look as wild as he did a few short moments ago. From what I can see and hear of him, he isn't trying to kill her, just scare her for laughs...which is still a little messed up.

There's a poof of smoke next to me, as I feel the vague mechanical presences of a simple computing system and network. I know what it belongs to, its an active and unbroken version of the rifles around me.

So she got a...SHE'S GOT A GUN!

What do I do?
[] turn it off *machine empathy* 1d20+cont
[] Phase and run
[]turn on the trap *still in the center of it
[] try to grab her hand and move it away 1d20+agility
[] cut her again 1d100
[]tackle her to the ground in a panic 1d100
[]Test out my costume's bullet resistance! 1d20+luck
[] write in

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>796696
>[]turn on the trap *still in the center of it
>[] turn it off *machine empathy* 1d20+cont

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>796696
>[] turn it off *machine empathy* 1d20+cont

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>796696
>[]turn on the trap *still in the center of it
>tell it to overload and shock her or explode

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>>796712

>>796712
And the bitch just lost a hand.

>>796712
I meant for the gun to overload

>>796712
I take back the exploding part, reconsidering that 20.

I glance over, and snap my fingers. My veins spark and light up only for a moment, as I give a command, with a simple thought. Well, its barely a thought, just a single word echoing in my mind and running through the device.

Overload.

The electrical trap I set up bops with one last burst. the girl covers her eyes as the flare of light blinds her, and I just lower the light and glare settings on my mask's visor. She steps back and wave my finger in a circle, removing the failsafes in her gun, the power from the overloaded trap running through it burning outs its fuses and turning it off.

BOOOOOOOM

I...I didn't mean for that to happen.
She stumbles back coughing and hacking, a black cloud of smoke rising from her hand as she holds it close to her chest. Its useless now, broken for the time being. I wince, it looks like it really hurt, maybe I shouldn't have done that.

Blood drips down her fingers.

What do I do
[] Attempt to absorb her 1d20+cont
[] Apologize and try to help her
[] Knock her to the ground 1d20+str
[] Attack her with my bladed hand 1d100
[] stun her with my laser rifle 1d100
[]Take the chance to flee and try to help cyra
[] Wait...what's that she's got there? *machine empathy has detected something*
[] write in

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>796767
>[] Wait...what's that she's got there? *machine empathy has detected something*
>[] stun her with my laser rifle 1d100

I'd rather not leave her at our back while we deal with the corpse.

>>796767
>[] Wait...what's that she's got there? *machine empathy has detected something*

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>796767
>[] stun her with my laser rifle 1d100
>[] Wait...what's that she's got there? *machine empathy has detected something*

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>796767
>[] Knock her to the ground 1d20+str
>[]Take the chance to flee and try to help cyra
>[] Wait...what's that she's got there? *machine empathy has detected something*
Well that went horribly right.

if no one else rolls you want us to roll the rest or no?

Wait...what's that she's got there? I tilt my head trying to figure out and identify the power source that's coming off of her. It feels like a bundle of ultra powered cables or wires wrapped around each other. Wait, no...that's exactly what it is! Its an engine, a compact engine. Its too strong to be used in something like a car or any other common vehicle. That is custom job, a one of kind engine.

That is the engine of a giant robot. Is that what they came here for? Who would want a giant robots...okay I would want one, but...I don't like the thought of who else will.

"You little rat" the woman hisses, her eyes glowing black, sucking in the light of Cyra's lightning "I'm going to rip apart!"

I try to pull my laser rifle from my side, where I embedded it in my robes for easy acsess.

Where'd my breath go? I gasp and fall on my knees, retching as I feel something squeeze my stomach.

I look down and see her hand in my stomach. I can't react before it vanishes, along with her.

She slams my head down into the dirt, cackling cruelly as I taste vomit and mud.

What do I do?
[] Grab her hand with my knife hand
[] Reform the knife, stab him 1d100
[] phase a way to recoup
[] shock her with the engine 1d20+cont
[] attempt to absorb/assimilate her1d20+cont
[] Shoot her *laser rifle+Assimilation* 1d100
[] BURST *Plasma rifle+ assimilation* 1d10
[] Clone myself, and attack her, getting her off my main body 1d100
[] write in

>>796854
too late now, but that is preferred

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>796860
>[] BURST *Plasma rifle+ assimilation* 1d10

I'll assume that was supposed to be a d100

Also

>That is the engine of a giant robot.

Now we just need a muscle car and all the dakka in the universe!

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>796860
>[] BURST *Plasma rifle+ assimilation* 1d10

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>796860
>[] Shoot her *laser rifle+Assimilation* 1d100

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>796860
>[] BURST *Plasma rifle+ assimilation* 1d10
a 100 right?

Hmm, okay. She can teleport. That's very hard to deal with. But if I can't just hit her, I'll just have to hit everything around me and hope she gets caught in the attack. But I don't have any powers like that, and using machine empathy will be too obvious, with her reaction time she'll be able to

"Bluuurgh" I groan as she rubs my face into the ground, straddling my back as she tries to make me choke on my own vomit.

She just laughs. I sigh, and raise my hand up reasembling the plasma launcher in my hand. Its a good thing I thinned it up and shrunk its design a bit, or this would be kind of awkward, maybe even painful.

I wince as I feel the burning heat in my hand, and slam it down into the ground as quickly as I can

"PLASAM!" she shouts, lifting my head from the ground "HOW MAN POWERS DO YOU"

"Boom" I say as I phase out of her hands, as a great red light burns and shapes itself into an orb, expanding quickly before vanishing.

There's a crater...or rather a hole burned into the ground and the walls around it.

I step down, coming back into my body, dusting my costume off as I look around for the woman.

I smile as I see her perfectly intact laying on the edge of the crater, her costume actually burning. I grin when I see the engine in her hand.

What do I do?
[]take the engine and leave her here
[] ask how she survived that
[] teleporting, what a useful ability...
[] Ask why she was trying to kill me
[]Calmly wrap her up in wires, making sure she stays down via constant shocking...light shocking 1d20+cont
[] Ask if she expected that, Smugly
[] write in

>>796933
Also my O key flew off like twice during this update
that was annoying

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>796933
>[]take the engine and leave her here
>[] teleporting, what a useful ability...
>[] Ask why she was trying to kill me
>[]Calmly wrap her up in wires, making sure she stays down via constant shocking...light shocking 1d20+cont

>>796933
>[] teleporting, what a useful ability...

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>796933
>[]take the engine and leave her here
>[] teleporting, what a useful ability...
>[] Ask why she was trying to kill me
>[]Calmly wrap her up in wires, making sure she stays down via constant shocking...light shocking 1d20+cont

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>796933
>take the engine and leave her here
>[]Calmly wrap her up in wires, making sure she stays down via constant shocking...light shocking 1d20+cont
go make sure our friend is ok, we don't have time to gloat.

"Teleportation" I say calmly as she begins to get back up "What a useful ability to have, but judging from how you used it, it requires concentration"

She turns to me, her eyes drinking in the light again as I smirk calmly, and clench my fist as she teleports in front of me and pulls her fist back. It begins to fade as she begins to use her powers again.

And the wires filling this scrapyard wrap around her legs, and shock her. She stays in place and I step out of the way, pushing my hand own, as the wires pull her down to the ground. the same spot where she made me lose my lunch.

"Kid, once I get out of thissssss!" She hiss as another shock rocks her body, disrupting her powers on the exact moment she gets her composure back "I'm I'm..I'm going to shaaa...show you what a teleporter with the right mind set can DOOoooo!"

She convulses on the ground as I calmly walk over to her, and pluck the engine from her hand during on of the resting cycles.

She wheezes, glaring at me hatefully as I smile and walk away from her, tossing the engine in the air, before I absorb it for safe keeping.

What do I do?
[] I could do so much more with her abilites
[] Find cyra, save her in she's in trouble
[] open the roof, flooding the scrapyard with light
[] ....Sirens? oh, I need to hurry up then
[]Try and catch Tubs and Monkey before they escape 1d20+agility
[] write in

>>796994
>[] Find cyra, save her in she's in trouble

As awesome as teleporting is, saving our friend and not horrifying her is the priority right now.

>>796994
>[] Find cyra, save her in she's in trouble

>>796994
>[] I could do so much more with her abilites
Teleportation is always nice and she did threaten us and try an kill us.
>[] Find cyra, save her in she's in trouble

>>796994
>[] I could do so much more with her abilites

>>797002
Aw to hell with it, teleporting could save Cyra and solve all kinds of problems down the line. Maybe we could just drain the ultra from her body and leave her there? Though living with great power and having it stripped from you is one of the worst fates I can imagine.

>[] I could do so much more with her abilites

>>796994
>[] Find cyra, save her in she's in trouble
>[] open the roof, flooding the scrapyard with light
>[] ....Sirens? oh, I need to hurry up then

>>797031
Do we have enough ultra to get that upgrade that lets us eat people without killing them? Might let us filter ultra from people.

>>797040
You know, I never thought that upgrade would be any good. But now...

>>797040
Well its one of the basic upgrades of the ability, so yeah..
What it does is separate the absorbey's mind/soul so it isn't "consumed" Allowing for reformation, if Eve wills it at least, she could still straight up "Delete" people with Absorption if she so desired

But you'd also have her as a little voice in the back of your head until you spit her out, and take on a few of her traits appearance wise and personality wise until you stop the assimilation.

Buy it?
[] Yeah, spend last ultra point, gain "Storing" Assimilation upgrade
[] nah, nah.

>>797058
>[] nah, nah.

>>797058
>[] Yeah, spend last ultra point, gain "Storing" Assimilation upgrade
mean we can also extract people to save them from injuries or something like that by temporarily storing them until we get to safety.

>>797058
sure, let's get all our starting options one way or another. Besides, if we ever need to move our sister or brother through a crowded area, we could just absorb them so they don't have to worry about blending in and spit them out later when it's safe. Don't think they'd like that but it's always an option if we need it.

>>797058
>[] Yeah, spend last ultra point, gain "Storing" Assimilation upgrade

I hope we start getting Ultra soon.

>>797081
if we drain this teleporter we will gain ultra I think, the engine also seems to be a good source for it.

>>797087
But I want to use the engine to build Megas!

>>797094
And i want to use it to power a good old powersuit that will magnify our physical abilities.

>>797103
Here's a question: Why not both?

Also, I kind of like Eve as a blaster/environmental combatant as opposed to a straight melee fighter. it makes her stand out a bit more.

>>797112
OMG a transforming POWERSUIT THAT BECOMES A MECHA WHEN COMBINED WITH A VEHICLE ALL POWERED BY THE ENGINE!!!

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>>797124
YES! The shear anime of this idea means it is our destiny!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kTAu4vphxVE
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I pause, as a thought occurs to me. I smirk as the cogs in my head begin to turn with the possibilities of her ability in my hands. Teleportation, her version of it requires concentration and thought. And with my mindset I could easily use it, since a normal human's mind is only good at preforming one task, while I'm used to working on the same level as computers do. That would remove the noticeable weakness she has, that allowed me to subdue her and capture her in the first place.

But I haven't heard any lighting in a while....cyra could be in trouble. I frown. And ponder for a second, running through all the possibilities in my mind. Fear grips my heart, Cyra...no I'm not losing another friend. but I have no idea where she is and I might not be able to get to her on time.

Phasing would help but....its slow....far to slow. too many variables...too many variables.

The shocking and coughing of the ultra woman laying on the ground.

Her ability would be in good hands...But I don't know if I can absorb humans without killing them. My stomach falls as I walk over to her as she cries out in pain.

"Oh coming to gloat' She asks hatefully, drooling on the ground "I'm not going to beg I'm just going to rip your throat out the second I get out from under this, I swear, I swear I'm gonna"

"Cease" I say calmly as I crouch down in front of her "And be silent, I need your help in a test, an experiment of sorts"

She breathes heavily, unable to speak from her latest shock. all she does is stare at me as I smile weakly

"Don't worry, the chances of you dying from this is very slim" I say, trying to comfort her as I run my hand down her cheek and smile wickedly "But there's still a chance'

"What are you" She begins to say, as my fingers melt and merge with her face, her scream and words cut short as my hand covers her mouth and it ceases to be.

She struggles, as I integrate with her body, and pull her into mine, my flesh flowing over hers and pulling her inside of me. Making her a part of me as she falls lifelessly against me, twitching once before she vanishes, and my chest closes up and returns to normal.

I run my hand down it as my hair gets in my eyes, now with black tips.

And then she starts screaming in my head, scared out of her wits

*Teleportation gained until the teleporter is released*

"Oh" I say cheerfully, clapping my hands together "You survived, that's wonderful, I would've felt terrible I killed you"

t wuh...wuhs going on, where am I? Where are you, why the hell am I in a field, let me out of here you little t

"Oh you're part of me right now, but seem to have retained your identity, isn't that wonderful!" I ask as look around listening for my best friend

t no it isn't let me out or I'll rip you apart from the....oh no t
cont

>>797141

"Sorry, borrowing your powers, if you're behave I might let you out soon" I say happily as she starts screaming at me again...I don't get why she's so mad at me, all I did was re-purpose her, and only temporarily

I sigh as a flash of lightning and a shriek echos through the scrapyard, followed by sirens....right outside.

I smile, as my body phases and flashes away.
-

"Hey cyra" I say looking down at my friend as she covers her eyes "Having some trouble"

"E....Eve!" She shouts "How did you get over here"

"Oh come on" Revenant growls "Wait...what happened to you, something looks different"

His fist is raised in the air, above Cyra's head

What do I do?
[] yell at him for trying to kill my friend
[] explain why I look different *Scaring both him and cyra*
[] Release the teleporter *not thoroughly disoriented*
[] Grin, and stab him in the guts 1d100
[] Introduce him to my plasma launcher 1d100
[]Shoot him in the leg with my laser rifle, drop something on top of him 1d100
[] Tell him to turn himself in, now!
[] write in


>>797087
You also gain ultra via fighting other ultra's. Which is why Mimi gained a point as she beat the hell out of one.

>>797103
It could be used to make a powersuit, or drained to gain 2 ultra points

>>797112
Yeah, Eve is really kind of shit at hand to hand combat

>>797124
Dude, now you're thinking like Eve

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>797156
>[] Introduce him to my plasma launcher 1d100

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>797156
>[] yell at him for trying to kill my friend
>[] Introduce him to my plasma launcher 1d100

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>797156
>[] explain why I look different *Scaring both him and cyra*
>[] Tell him to turn himself in, now!
If not then he cay say hello to our little friend!
>[] Introduce him to my plasma launcher 1d100

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>797156
>[]Shoot him in the leg with my laser rifle, drop something on top of him 1d100
now if we can still run off with something useful in here to help Cyra make her supersuit today would have been a wonderful day. We got Cyra an actual super suit, made a friend (I'm sure she'll stop yelling eventually), and got some kick ass gear.

>>797176
being a hero pays off.

I throw my arms out, my plasma launcher dropping out of my arms and sleeves. I grab it as he cracks his knuckles, his body smoking from being cooked by Cyra's powers fueled by her desperate fear.

t no you idiot! if you kill her you'll kill me! you won't get paid if you kill me t

He can't hear you
t don't remind me, the second I find my way out of this flowery hell I'm going to fucking t

ignoring you now.

He swings down, and I focus on the ground behind him as I take aim. the ground shatters, as cyra flees, zipping away to a safe location as pieces of metal fly up in the air around revenant.

He licks his teeth as he turns to face me.

And all I can say is check make. I split myself, and make my second body run into him, closing my eyes as I hug him, stopping him for a second.

Long enough for me to pull the trigger.

"Oh my god" he says, sounding more tired than pissed off "seriously, a fucking energy cannon? Why do you have so much bull shi"

There's a blinding flash of red light, as I feel an intense but short burn, and crumple from the pain, my mind emptying for a second as I try and reboot, gathering my breath and thoughts as I lay on the ground, dazed from my other body's incineration.

I see Revenant laying in the metal wall, his face burnt skeletal as he sits there motionless. my heart skips a beat as he looks back up at me. And slowly moves his hand in front of himself.

Oh! he's doing the thing adam does. He's flipping me off, how rude of him.

"Eve?" Cyra asks, as I hear the teleporter sobbing in my mind "are you okay? Eve?"

t don't do that again please t

she touches my cheek gently, looking worried about me and sounding scared, like she thinks I got hurt. I smile and sit up

"Perfectly so" I say happily as she hugs me

"Don't blow yourself up again" She mummers as I tilt my head

"Oh" I say as the shuttered roof opens up, and I hear helicopters above us "My copies dying doesn't hurt me"

"Well, I don't like seeing things like that" She huffs as I hug her back.

gained 3 attribute points
[] Assign

What do I do?
[] make my heroic debut *Gain 1 reputation, and choose your hero name*
[] take a few parts to make Cyra her super suit
[] Ask if I can take the parts
[] banter and taunt revenant as he gets taken away
[] Chat with my new head friend
[]Oh *show Cyra my new found ability, personally*
[] Show Cyra what I got *the robotic engine*
[] go do something else with my friend *what?*
[] write in

>>797212
>[] take a few parts to make Cyra her super suit
>[]Oh *show Cyra my new found ability, personally*
>[] Show Cyra what I got *the robotic engine*

>>797212
>[] take a few parts to make Cyra her super suit
>[] go do something else with my friend *what?*

Go home, turn on mindless television, ask Cyra what she'd like her suit to be like.

And just for laughs

>[]Oh *show Cyra my new found ability, personally*

>>797212
>[] take a few parts to make Cyra her super suit
>[] Chat with my new head friend
>[] Show Cyra what I got *the robotic engine*
>[] go do something else with my friend *what?*
I feel like we should try and avoid gaining a hero reputation simply because I feel like eve really doesn't give a damn about what people think about her (other then family and friends) and that it would make it easier for blackguard to track us down.

Also don't mention our new friend to Cyra unless she ask about it. Don't want to freak her out without good reason now would we?

>>797232
oh and as for what to do, go build Cyra her super suit. Or at least plan on what it should look like and do.

>>797212
>[] take a few parts to make Cyra her super suit
>[] spit out the teleporter for the authorities to take
>[] if you see the wonder, ask if you can have permition to enter the scrapyard in the future

>>797244
*owner
Damn autocorrect.