It was so much easier flying under your own power.

The plane dipped and shaked like a homeless man in Fawcett City in the middle of winter without a blanket. You seat fell underneath you, the cushion on the back and on your ass diging into you like a row of dinner knives, slamming in harder as the blane shuttered. Your stomach did about three barrel rolls twenty minutes into the flight too and the prospect of having dinner disappeared. Hell you couldn’t even have a drink, as whenever the stewardess handed you a cheap, weak little black Dixie cup of soda or a bottle of water, it’d spill over or even entirely out of the cup holder.

Why couldn’t Dick spring for at least business class?

Tara was busy watching a shitty in flight romantic comedy staring Barbra Streisand about boxing, giggling like a mad woman, buck teeth jamming up and down chomping down on hard on nonexistent corn on the cob. Every ten seconds or so, she’d let out another fit of laughter and kick up and down on the chair of the person in front of her. Every single team, the balding heavy set black man would lean around to say something but could never just muster the courage

Gar was leaning back and soaking all the attention he was getting like it was sun at the beach. Girls ranging from ten to thirty, beauties to plain, had gathered around him with pads of paper or napkins. Some asked for simple autographs, others personal messages, and others for a bit of personal conversation. All had stars in their eyes, as Gar just smiled, laughed, signed a few papers and said a few noncommittal phrases

God you needed to get out of this seat

>A.) Go bother Gar

>B.) Go bother Tara

>C.) Hit up the in plane phone and call Raven

>D.) Write in

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492
Working Like a dog but reporting!

>A.) Go bother Gar.

Maybe we can both sneak out and fly on our own

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara
Lets get that S-Link up.

>>1661492
>>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492
>>A.) Go bother Gar

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492

>B.) Go bother Tara

It's either bully time or we'll have a bully time

>>1661492
>>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661490
>>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara

>>1661492
>B.) Go bother Tara

Like I give a fuck that she's watching a movie.

“Tara your laying into this guy’s seat like this there is no tomorrow” You say getting up from your seat and into the free one next to her’s. Somehow she manages to hear you over her headset blaring into her eyes and sticks out her tongue playfully at you.

“What’s up Adam? You gotta see this movie, it’s great” Tara says, leaning her chair back into the lap of a girl sitting in back of her, who cries out in surprise. She takes off her headset and offers you an joyful expression that surprises you in it’s innocent fun.

“It isn’t and please stop being a pest” You say grabbing her chair and heaving it forward out of the girl’s lap, prompting Tara to stick her tongue out again.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Tara says, a cartoonish frown spreading on her face, making her look like a little girl pouting for show until her parents give into her whims.

“Hey I got a serious question for you…is Garfield seeing anyone? Or is he just busy pinning over Raven?” Tara asks, frown disappearing.

>A.) Gar likes Raven?

>B.) Yeah he’s single, but he’s gotta tom catting, you know playing the field

>C.) Why you interested?

>>1661541
>C.) Why you interested?
Time to commence the bullying.

>>1661541
>>C.) Why you interested?
Bully mode engaged.

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>>1661541
>>C.) Why you interested?
Bu~lly

>>1661541
>A.) Gar likes Raven?
>B.) Yeah he’s single, but he’s gotta tom catting, you know playing the field

>>1661541
>C.) Why you interested?

>>1661541

>A.) Gar likes Raven?

Well, time to push the good relationship. So I can spitefully spit in the faces of every Ravenfag

>C.) Why you interested?

And bully grandpa fucker

>>1661541
>B.) Yeah he’s single, but he’s gotta tom catting, you know playing the field
>C.) Why you interested?

“Gar likes Raven?” You ask, completely astonished at this. You and Garfield are buds, you think at some point he would have told you this.

“Yeah totally.” Tara says looking you over carefully, like you’re a finger print or a fine jewel to be carefully inspected with a powerful lenses “Finally I think I found your weak spot. The six foot three Aryan ubermesh with the even bigger wang is blind as a bat.”

The playful, bratty expression is back on her face. Like a child who found out another is embarrassed by girls and is about to tell you all about the cooties. You should be annoyed but her buck teeth really do sell the glee of her poking at you. You could play along and bully her right back

“Okay, why are you interested?” You retort “Yeah he’s single, but he’s tom catting around. Playing the field you know.”

You except Tara to sulk or at least pretend to sulk, but she seems to just note this down mentally, a serious thoughtful expression visible on her face for a moment. Then her sly, oh so silly looks return, a smile spreading. You are reminded of the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonder Land. It’s friendly and so not friendly at the same time.

“Good, you think he’d be into me?”

>A.) Nah, he’s into older woman.

>B.) Yeah, be good for a Gar to date a woman his own age for once

>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661576
>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

"But... yeah. I don't see why not."

>>1661576
>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.
This never ends well, especially right before a mission.

>>1661576
>>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661576
>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661576
>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661576
>>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661576
>D.) As we've CLEARLY established I don't know Garfeild's romantic tastes or pursuits nearly as well as I thought I did. You'll have to use that big perceptive brain of yours to figure it out yourself.

>>1661576
>>>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661576
>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661578
>>1661579
>>1661580
>>1661583
>>1661584
>>1661586
Can we NOT phrase it as Chaperone?
We know Terra hates that super hard.

>>1661588
I'll second this

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>>1661592
This man speaks the truth

>>1661592
You know what yeah, change the wording on that. Say team leader instead.

>>1661576

>C.) Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker.

>>1661592
Agreed. Let's avoid using the word 'chaperone.'

>>1661592
But how else are we to bully her? By asking how she knows our dong size?

>>1661603
>Bully
>you REALLY want a pint size geokinetic temper tantrum right now?

>>1661605

We can handle her

So, where were we heading again?
And why aren't aren't we immediately teasing Tara right this second?

>>1661605
If were still in the air, then it would just be a normal tantrum, which I think we can handle.

>>1661605
>geokinetic
>thousands of feet above sea level
I think she actually has a range limit, doesn't she?

>>1661605
Oh no, please don't toss that giant rock at us. It could kill us.

Us, the person that controls gravity somewhat.

>>1661613
We're going to the Freak Show to pick up the newest team mate.

>>1661620
oh yeah, little miss martian.

“Don’t drag me into this. I’m the chaperone, not the match maker” You say, rolling your eyes and already waving for a stewardess for something to drink.

“Come on, you of all people can’t lecture me on this. Who set you up with Raven man?” Tara says frowning, her displeasure becoming a little serious. Just a little though. Like a game she was having fun with turning slightly against her.

“No, I’m serious. I’m not Victor, I’m not good at this stuff. As you mentioned I’m blind as a bat. You really want me to hook you up?” You ask her, before a pretty woman smiles at you and asks you what you want. As you give your order, Tara sighs and for the rest of the flight when the two of you speak it’s mostly small talk.


It takes an additional four or five hours to arrive in Star City, as expected you skip dinner. What does surprise you is you manage to doze off a couple of times during the flight turbulence continues throwing you and the rest of the passengers around. You’re even more surprised you don’t vomit during one these bad bouts. You feel nothing but relief when a voice off the intercom informs you that the flight is about to end and your about land.

Gar manages to wedge his way in between you and Tara, a nervous smile popping up on his face. Like he was a boyfriend about to introduce you to a bunch of a very embarrassing parents. It would almost be cute if the discomfort wasn’t so real.

“Guys...uh the Doom Patrol is kinda of weird. When we met up with the Chief please don’t like stare or ask why they look the way they do” Beast Boy warns.

>A.) Are you serious? You really think I’m that shallow

>B.) Come on their heroes, do people really do that?

>C.) What’s the harm man?

>>1661634
>B.) Come on they're heroes, do people really do that?

>>1661634
>D.) Did I do that when I was introduced to you guys?

>>1661634
>B.) Come on their heroes, do people really do that?

>>1661634
>A.) Are you serious? You really think I’m that shallow

>>1661634
A.) Are you serious? You really think I’m that shallow?

>>1661634
>>D.) Ask for a heads up about what they're like so we aren't as shocked

>>1661603
>with the even bigger wang
That got me curious how does she know? Is it visible or does she keep staring at it all the time?

>>1661634
>A.) Are you serious? You really think I’m that shallow
>B.) Come on their heroes, do people really do that?

>>1661654
hacked the security feeds and watches us

>>1661634
>A.) Are you serious? You really think I’m that shallow
>B.) Come on their heroes, do people really do that?

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>Have a nice vacation Adam, I'll be here waiting for you
O h n o

>>1661654
Instinct.

>>1661634
>B.) Come on their heroes, do people really do that?

>>1661666
Is there a joke that i'm missing?
Also hello satan.

>>1661672
>>1661672
I'm only Satan's standin for the moment. He regularly haunts /aco/ instead.

Also, I'm saying she scopes out huge dicks by instinct.

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>The Brain: Interest
>"Well Monsieur Gorilla, the game has begun"
>Deathstroke the Terminator: Utter Hate/Obsession
>"Have a nice vacation Adam, I'll be here waiting for you"
>Jinx: neutral/Interest
>"Everything is ready for the ritual, just going to need to gather up some power and we'll be together again."
Everything is going to come crashing down on us when we get back to base, isn't it?

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>mfw Slade is 13 inches

“Come on they’re heroes, do people really do that?” You ask incredulous. “Are you serious? You really think I’m that shallow?”

“To be honest, first instinct I have would” Tara say, ripping open a bag of peanuts and pouring them into her mouth. Both you and Beast Boy look at her, and just shrugs as she chewed on her snack. Well at least she was being honest. Disgusting and pretty but honest

“People do man. Just remember, their humans just like us” Beast Boy says, oblivious to the face you wondered if you were

It takes another ten minutes you to actually depart the plan, crowds of people pushing past the lot of you, running off into a bunch of smaller lines through out the airport. Each person shouting, or laughing, or crying, or just chatting creating a small random disorganized chorus blaring out a weird disjointed orchestra. None of it sounding pleasant at all.

You see a man in bandages and a red haired man in a wheelchair at the gate, holding up sign in eraser marker declaring “GARFIELD LOGAN”

Beast runs up and jumps into the arms of the bandaged man laughing loudly, as he twirls him around, returning a cheerful laugh.

>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself

>B.) Ask where the rest of the Doom Patrol is

>C.) Ask how Negative Man came to look like this

''dice+1d20+5''

>>1661685
>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself
>B.) Ask where the rest of the Doom Patrol is

>>1661685
>>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself

>>1661685
>>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself
>B.) Ask where the rest of the Doom Patrol is

>>1661685
>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself

>>1661685
>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself

>>1661685
>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself

>>1661685
>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself

>>1661685
>>A.) Offer the Chief your hand and introduce yourself
>>B.) Ask where the rest of the Doom Patrol is

You offer the Chief your hand and a friendly smile, which he returns, with an amazingly average grip of his own and a one hell of a fatherly smile. Liked right off a Father Knows Best type of show.

“Hi, I’m Adam Issacs, Garfield’s friend. I’m with the Teen Titans. That’s Tara Markov, Terra. ” You says, in the middle of handshake

“Hello there Adam, Gar has told me a lot about you. I’m Niles Caulder, the Chief of Doom Patrol. The man hugging Gar, is Larry Trainor, Negative Man.” The Chief says, just ending his as he finishes his “I have a limo waiting outside. Larry will take care of any luggage if you need the help.”

“Me? Nah Gar’s big enough to do it his own. Aren’t you big man?” Negative Man says, his bandages wrinkling up as he smiles.

“I’m not ten Larry, I’m 15.” Garfield says, more than a little sour as the hug ends, looking at you and Tara, blushing slightly.

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, where is the rest of the Doom Patrol” You ask looking around just in case your not asking prematurely.

“Ah, Elastic Girl and Robotman are busing working out a deal with the Valentin Bros Circus for M’gnn’s contract.” Chief says, turning his wheelchair around and towards one of the many exits

>A.) How did M’gnn wind up there?

>B.) What are M’gnn’s powers

>C.) Should we expect any trouble?

>D.) Write in

>>1661720
>A.) How did M’gnn wind up there?
>B.) What are M’gnn’s powers
>C.) Should we expect any trouble?

>>1661720
>>A.) How did M’gnn wind up there?
>C.) Should we expect any trouble?
>D.) What kind of martian is she? Green like the manhunter, or..... well White? Like the invading assholes?

>>1661720
>C.) Should we expect any trouble?

>>1661720
>C.) Should we expect any trouble?

>D.) Are there any other super powered folk with the Circus?

>>1661720
>A.) How did M’gnn wind up there?
>C.) Should we expect any trouble?

>>1661720

>>1661720
>A
>C

>>1661720
>>A.) How did M’gnn wind up there?
>>C.) Should we expect any trouble?

“How did M’gnn wind up there?” You ask walking to the side of The Chief, as people stared and whispered to themselves, as Negative Man came into view and who pretended not to notice. Tara, who exerted a surprising amount of effort, couldn’t help but stare at him either. Garfield tired but was failing not to let it show how much it annoyed him, fidgeting and looking into the crowds occasionally.

“Ah yes, M’gnn is apparently a runaway. She managed to catch a ride here on a Martian diplomatic ship to the UN. She apparently expected to just blend in with any form of id or paper work, and was just forced to beg and live on the road here. For some reason the Martians wouldn’t take her back home. Eventually she made it to the circus and they offered a job doing tricks and demeaning herself for peanuts. We got wind of her in the tabloids and underground newspapers, sending Robotman to go speak with her and then the rest of us. Nice girl” Niles says.

By the time he was done with the explanation all of you were out of the airport terminal and in front of a large white limo, a small African American woman in her fifties opening the doors for all of you.

It isn’t until you enter the car and are well on the road that you help yourself to a second set of carbonated beverages that you start talking about something real again.
“Do you except any trouble getting her?” You ask, the Chief smiling as he hears the question and laughing.

“Of course not, are you insane? We’re going to offer them a large sum of money to stop committing an illegal activity that draws them a few thousand a year.” The Chief says, reaching for a very alcoholic, non carbonated drink, as you see a large rocket rushing towards you, smoking trailing far behind it.

>A.) Warn everyone, grab the Chief and get out of the carbonate

>B.) Try to knock it out of the way with your gravity powers

>C.) Try to crush it mid air

>>1661762
>Warn everyone
>Knock it upwards
>the crush it midair

>>1661762
>A.) Warn everyone, grab the Chief and get out of the carbonate

>>1661762
>A.) Warn everyone, grab the Chief and get out of the carbonate

>>1661770
Support.

>>1661770
Let's try this.

>>1661762
>>Warn everyone
>>Knock it upwards
>>the crush it midair

>>1661770

Supportin and such

>>1661770


This

>>1661770
>>1661773
>>1661774
>>1661776
>>1661782
>>1661787


>Roll

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1661788

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1661788

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>1661788

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>1661788

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1661788

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>1661788

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>1661788

Crit fail away!

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>>1661789

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>>1661799

>>1661789
A 82 is good enough.

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“Look out, RPG!!!” You scream, extending your hand, pushing out with your mind and creating a gravitational field to lift the rocket up and crush it high in the air away from everyone. Your afraid for a few moments, as you’ve never done this to an object coming this fast at you.

The rocket comes closer and closer, less than twenty feet away from you before it starts to lean upwards. It takes less than a second for it to completely lift up in a ninety degree angle, but in that fraction of a second it’s less a yard from banging into the car before it flies back into the air. It takes about ten more before you feel the rumbling for an explosion, but you can barely catch your breath.

“Where did that comes from?” Tara asking, head darting around all over the limo’s windows.

“If I was a betting man, I’d say there” Larry says pointing out the front window, towards three twelve foot tall spider like robots, with pinches, miniguns, and missile launches poised over the machines.

>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

>B.) Chief go on ahead, Negative Man and us will take care of it

>C.) Go on ahead, I’ve got this

>>1661823
>>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

>>1661823
>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

>>1661823
>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

>>1661823
>>B.) Chief go on ahead, Negative Man and us will take care of it

>>1661823
>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

>>1661823
>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

Well time to be a leader.

>>1661823
>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!
And at the risk of not being original:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N3472Q6kvg0

>>1661823
>>A.) Negative Man stay with the Chief, Titans go!

>>1661823
All of my A

“Negative Man, stay with the Chief, Titans Go!” You shout, the Titans spilling out of the limo, as it races away, the Chief and Negative man looking out their windows worried but determined. You barely notice this as you begin stripping out of your civilian clothes and pull the mask on your head, like extremely bizarre reverse streaker, as the smoke from the explosion covers you.

Both Gar and Tara manage to swap to their costumes as well, and both have a look of complete seriousness on their faces. Your used to Beast Boy getting serious when the situation demands it but your surprised that despite all the childishness and jokes Terra.

The metal bugs march forward camera eyes darting between all of you, miniguns spinning, and pincers chomping up and down.


>A.) Charge the middle one, slamming your fists into it’s yeah

>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.

>C.) Throw one of them at Gar, as he transforms into a T Rex

>D.) Crush one, while Terra buries it in a rock slide

>>1661863
>>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.

>>1661863
>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.

>>1661863
>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.

>>1661863
>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.

>>1661857
Combo

>B

and

>D

By slamming them all together before having terra bury them.

>>1661863
>>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.

>>1661863
>>C.) Throw one of them at Gar, as he transforms into a T Rex
>>D.) Crush one, while Terra buries it in a rock slide

>>1661863
>C.) Throw one of them at Gar, as he transforms into a T Rex
>D.) Crush one, while Terra buries it in a rock slide

>>1661863
>>B.) Slam the other two into the middle one.
>D.) Crush one, while Terra buries it in a rock slide

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>>1661863
>E.) Yell out "You're not Alexander" and then make one weightless and then kick it with all our might straight upwards. Let gravity, or lack thereof, do the rest.
Dragon kick your ass into the milky way!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SFSen7DRQWU

Sorry for the really bad grammar in that post,

A is
>A.) Slam into the middle one, punching the robot's eye

>>1661863

I will change my vote ans upport this.
>>1661874

>>1661882
This. Kick one of them into space.

>>1661869
>>1661871
>>1661872
>>1661873
>>1661876
>>1661871
>>1661869
>ROLL

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1661896

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>1661896
I got this one boys

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1661896

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1661896
Dragon kick another day, I guess

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>1661896

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1661896

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1661896

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>>1661898
>>1661899
>>1661900

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1661896

Rolling

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1661896
>Highest of the first three is a 42.
This isn't promising.

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>>1661908
Well now that's weird.

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>>1661908
>Also rolls a 42

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>>1661905

You extend your hand again, creating a gravity field around the middle giant robot, planing on slamming it the other two, as their gravity shifts and they fall right into it the steel abomination. While you don’t think it will destroy the middle robot, you hope it will at least damage it or maybe even cripple it.

Instead, the two next to it dig their legs into the ground, while the middle mecha spider sputters towards you at breakneck speed, tackling you and sending you flying into a oncoming car. You hear glass shatter and someone scream in terror as the car’s metal and glass gives under your speed and weight. A sharp pain flares up on your back, as you fail to get the amount of breath necessary to shout in pain.

It’s camera focuses in on you, as it’s miniguns stop just clicking and start firing live rounds, you manage to fly high into air before it can do more than wing you and watch as it rips apart the car in a matter of seconds. As you sting from from the fresh scratches from the bullets, you see both Beast Boy and Terra dealing with similar situations. Gar dodging bullets, as Terra using a bunch of broken highway as a shield from rocket fire.

Speaking of which, the metal arachnid red camera eye hones in on you, and opens fire with both of it’s turrets

>A.) Dodge and look for an opening

>B.) Fly past the oncoming cannon shots and pound the camera eye

>C.) Fly past the oncoming cannon shots, and lift the throw the robot off the highway

>D.) Dodge the oncoming fire and create gravity traps

>>1661933
>B.) Fly past the oncoming cannon shots and pound the camera eye

>>1661933
>A.) Dodge and look for an opening
Lets not commit to anything just yet.

>>1661933
>B.) Fly past the oncoming cannon shots and pound the camera eye

>>1661933
>>B.) Fly past the oncoming cannon shots and pound the camera eye

>>1661933
>>>B.) Fly past the oncoming cannon shots and pound the camera eye

>>1661933
>E. Dodge the bullets and uppercut is while making it weightless and send it flying

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>>1661933
How about we make a gravity field in front of us to stop us becoming Swiss cheese? Then after the guns overheat we move in and suplex the metal beast?

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>>1661936
>>1661941
>>1661942
>>1661944
>Roll 1d100+5

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>1661957

Rolled 72 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1661957
here to save the day

Rolled 52 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1661957

Rolled 81 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1661957

Rolled 3 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1661957

Rolled 87 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1661957

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>>1661959
hon hon hon hon hon

>>1661959
I fucking did it boys, but I forgot to add +5.

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>>1661953
Bullets move too fast, so far. More training you can do that
>>1661959
>>1661960
CRITTTTT!!!!!

>>1661970
Did we learn biotic charge analogue?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXLwVHI2f4o

You fly down, past the two cannons going off, not even feeling the cannons shots whizzing past you at the speed your going. You land on top the robot, a wicked smile coming on your face, as your feet rip into the spider’s steel, as you put yourself into position and catching your footing.

You reel back your left fist, as you swing your first right into it’s red glass eye. The glass cracks and shatters with your first blow, and as you wind up with your right fist, the machine insect seems to know where this is going. It tries to bring up one of it’s pincers to swat you away, before you slam your first into the eye stalk and send the entire appendage off the robot into a nearby abandoned truck a few dozen feet away. By the time the thing brings up its arm, your long gone and in the air.

The thing walks around like it’s a headless chicken, crashing into lamp posts and guard railings, swinging it’s arms around ineffectually in circles, as you laugh. It seems to hear you, and fire off more minigun fire, but you just dodge it, flying towards the other half of the highway
>A.) Finish it off, make it weightless and then sending it crashing down into the ground

>B.) Finish it off, cause as lamp post down to crush it’s body.

>C.) Tackle the robot bothering Beast Boy

>D.) Tackle the robot bothering Terra

>E.) Write it in

>>1661970
>Modifiers count as crits
Yeah, because we didn't have enough crits already.

>>1662004
>A.) Finish it off, make it weightless and then sending it crashing down into the ground

>>1662005
I'm going by the rules I accidentally wrote down. I'm changing them next time I won't have this. Only being fair now tho

>>1662005


But we don't, though.

>>1662004
>E.) Send it crashing into the robot tackling BB or Terra, whichever's closer

>>1662004
>E.) Finish it off, make it weightless and then sending it crashing into another one of the robots

>>1662004
A&D. Make it weightless, send it into the one bothering Terra

>>1662004
Seconding
>>1662021

>>1662021
This

>>1662004
>>A.) Finish it off, make it weightless and then sending it crashing down into the ground
Let Terra have her fun.

>>1662004
>A.) Finish it off, make it weightless and then sending it crashing down into the ground

>>1662027
>having a young teen fighting against a giant murderous robot is fun

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>>1662018
>>1662020
>>1662021
>>1662024
>>1662025
>Roll

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1662035

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>1662035

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1662030
Yes. Yes it is.

>>1662037
Holy shit Adam is pissed.

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>>1662037

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>>1662037

>>1662041
Adam doesn't fuck around in combat dude.

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>>1662037

>>1662037
Whoa

>>1662050
I guess this is Adam not holding himself so he doesn't kill people by accident.

You don’t bother to continue playing around, you reach out and turn the metal arachnid into a big steel balloon. You watch as it floats in the air harmlessly, legs and pincers flailing around trying futility to grab onto something, anything to anchor itself anywhere and not fly high into the stratosphere. It even tries to fire it’s cannons in a vain attempt to push itself towards the ground, but you had planned for that when setting up the gravity field.

You look towards Terra, seeing that the android bug harassing her had also been launched into the air, the minerals composing the highway being lifted high into the air. It sputters around for a moment, before it just digs it’s legs through the chunk in a desperate attempt not to fall off.

“Terra, over here!” You shout to her, watching her turn toward you and recognition dawn on her face. Her front teeth peak out as she smirks, and waves both hands in a throwing motion towards her. You return the favor pushing out your hand, as your robot is thrown towards the robot dug her chunk of rock. While your spider is oblivious to what’s going on, its camera locks on to the other robot, clicking and churning in what passes for fear for machines, it’s guns and rockets firing into it.

While some bits and pieces of ripped and blown apart, it slams hard into the Terra’s giant spider robot. An explosion occurs, a thousand pieces of metal, oil, and machinery raining all over the highway, as a fog of smog and smoke covers nearly everything in sight. Terra rides a boulder towards you, offering a high five in the distance as you do the same, amazed at what you just pulled off.

From the center of the black oily smoke, a metal sphere with a few remaining stalks of legs and a single brilliant red eye emerges, firing a wave of rockets and heavy machine gun fire, missing her but crushing the rock underneath her.

It rumbles towards you, grinding sounds and a mad series of clicks coming from it, as it rushes towards you.

>A.) Meet it and try to kick through it.

>B.) Throw a lamp post through it like a spear

>C.) Try slamming it into the ground with your gravity power.

>D.) Write in

>>1662118
>>B.) Throw a lamp post through it like a spear

>>1662118
Could we try to crush it from the inside out?

>>1662118
>B.) Throw a lamp post through it like a spear

>>1662118
>D.) Gravity is space being compressed onto a point by the presence of matter. "Pull" instead of "pushing" to force that sphere to expand violently outwards as a Negative Matter Event forces the space around its center point to expand outwards violently.

>>1662118
>>>B.) Throw a lamp post through it like a spear
remove robo spiders

>>1662118
>>A.) Meet it and try to kick through it.
RIDDDDAH KIIIIIICK

>>1662118
>B.) Throw a lamp post through it like a spear

>>1662126
Sure

>>1662118
>A.) Meet it and try to kick through it.

>>1662128
We make gravitational fields, we don't just control gravity.

>>1662133
Thought the same thing anon.

>>1662138
>>1662118
Then
>D.) Crush the robot from the inside out.

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>>1662128

>>1662128

Go back to SB/SV.

>>1662125
>>1662127
>>1662129
>>1662135
Roll

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1662154

another crit pls

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>1662154

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1662154

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1662154
>>1662154

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>>1662157
>>1662161
lewd

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1662154

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You gather up your powers, tethering a gravity field both on the robot and at the other end of the lamp post. It takes a long second before it launches off like missile into the steel spider, ripping through it’s eye stalk and the metal chest, and skewering through the damned thing like a spear.

The robot wiggles about for a few scary moments, inching a little towards you and it’s machine guns circling around a few times, as you hear loud metallic pops and smell something oily burning, clouding up your nose and cutting into your ears. Then it stops, it’s legs wobbling, then giving onto themselves, bending into straight angles as the machine crashes to the floor, causing a small quake. Sparks start flying and you reach down grabbing Terra not wanting to take any chances as you send both of you flying into the air.

More and more sparks start flying, the black smoke floating around the highway giving it the vague resemblance to a thunderstorm. You keep on floating higher and higher awaiting the explosion, when another of the metal arachnids falls onto it, finally setting it off in a great big ball of fire.

You look up seeing Beast Boy in the form of a giant dragon, it’s talons still holding chunks of various metal alloys, as his bright green eyes graze down at you, a weird smile looking expression spreading across it’s face. You return it and wave, as the dragon transforms into an eagle and gracefully towards you, squawking proudly.

“Yo, Gravitas great job man” Gar says still in bird form as he circles you, talons resting briefly on Terra’s shoulder as he gazes all about her, poking around his head in concern. “Terra okay”

“Yeah, Terra is okay feather brain” Terra says, stirring and swatting at him “God you can be such a pest”

“Mademoiselle is mistaken, monsieur Beast Boy is nothing but a pure gentlemen in my experience” A familiar robotic french accented voice declares from somewhere in the rubble.

“Brain!” You and Beast Boy say simultaneously

“Dieu Merci” Brain says “I was afraid you had perished at Ivy’s hands after she was done with you. I’m glad you are safe monsieur. I pray you stay that way and leave Star City immediately”

>A.) What do you want?

>B.) Are you after M’gnn, leave her alone Brain

>C.) Man you really have it out for the Doom Patrol

>D.) Feeling’s mutual. Leave Brain before I have to rip you out from your machine

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>>1662220

>>1662226
>A.) What do you want?
>B.) Are you after M’gnn, leave her alone Brain
>C.) Man you really have it out for the Doom Patrol

>>1662226
>>A.) What do you want?
>C.) Man you really have it out for the Doom Patrol

>>1662226
>>A.) What do you want?
>>B.) Are you after M’gnn, leave her alone Brain
>>C.) Man you really have it out for the Doom Patrol

>>1662226
>B.) Are you after M’gnn, leave her alone Brain

>>1662226
>>A.) What do you want?
Don't give away that we're after M'gnn unless he says that he knows that we are.

>E Trust me Ivy couldn't handle me.

>>1662226
>A.) What do you want?

>B.) Are you after M’gnn, leave her alone Brain

I'd prefer to remain somewhat amicable with this guy. He doesn't hate us, and completing the mission is more important than screwing up whatever he has planned.

>>1662230
>>1662232
>>1662235
>>1662239
>>1662243
>letting him know what we're going after

>>1662230
>>1662232
>>1662235
>>1662243
Why guys ask him what does he wants and then assume he is after M'gnn?

>>1662248
>>1662249
You're right. Changing my decision to just staring at him menacingly.

>>1662248
>implying he doesn't already know

But you do have a point. Would it be possible to not mention M'gnn by name?

>>1662226
>A.) What do you want?
>C.) Man you really have it out for the Doom Patrol

Lets not talk about m'gnn if we don't have to ok?

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>There are people telling The Brain about M'gn

>>1662249
for info ya goober

>>1662226
>>A.) What do you want?

>>1662286
Why dont people just CHOOSE ONE?
Seriously,im the only one who thinks those two together sound really akward.
>What do you want? If you are after M'gnn leave her alone,if you are not then... I guess we just walk away?

“What do you want? Are you after M’gnn? Leave her alone Brain.” You say prompting a laughing fit from the Brain. Each single ha a whistle, each whistle from a train on a picturesque landscape. Pure undistilled joy running through his wires.

“No, no. Your martian girl is tertiary to my plans. If you want her, take her Monsieur Gravitas. Though I warn you would be caught in some crossfire. My grudge is with Doom Patrol and Caulder”

“You really hate them don’t you? You really have it out for Doom Patrol” You say astonished
“But of course Monsieur Gravitas. I would not be the man I am today if not for the Chief. Consider this your one and only warning. Doom Patrol perishes tonight. I can not guarantee your safety if you pursue this M’gnn, but I will not pursue you. But you will die with Doom Patrol if you try and avert their fate

>End

Sorry for ending early. Sat session will be much longer.

jeez no one left a link for me in the old thread.

>>1662440

Should have realized when it was time and no one was posting.

Threads are good for two runs, then a new one is made.

>>1662284
I think generally everybody is trying to keep moderately good connections to villains.
No clue why, strictly.
But if we keep being unabashedly honest it's going to make the eventual lies a bit more surprising.

>>1663643
We've already got enough villains who have it out for Adam as it is. I don't think adding another will do us any favors.

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Valetine’s Circus of Strange was a surrealist nightmare made flesh. Bright reds and yellows were slapped haphazardly all over the trailers, stalls, and tents. It seemed to be to have been barfed there from a drunken giant, a big swirling mess that just was heaped on the ground. Little order or style for that matter seemed to have guided the palette choice or placement, with rows of red dominating all the eye can see, but only a few sporadic pockets of stalls or game booths to the left and center of the circus. The color itself was fading and wearing down, from overuse and what you could guess was an almost complete lack of protection from the elements, making the paints looked stained rather than painted in. Stink from the animals, fried foods, and people rolled together to produce a smell that made your stomach turn. The sounds of screams, cruel laughter, and the rumbling scratching sound of metal grinding against metal did no favors to either your ears or you impression of the place either.

You and the rest of the Titans had informed Niles Caulder and the rest of the Doom Patrol of what happened on the highway and what the Brain had said. Niles only muttered assurances that the Doom Patrol could handle itself and a deal could be hatched out with Lazlo Valentin before then. Gar of course asked to help, while Terra seemed just heading back to Titan’s Tower and Times Square to go shopping, you agreed, only to hear more standard dismissals and concerns for your teams safety. And M’gnns.

You sat waiting throughout the entire freakshow’s act. There was the standard routine of bearded women and little people, posturing in exaggerated manners to rile up the half filled crowd of bored teens and elderly men in shabby clothes. It wasn’t until the show progressed to men missing limbs or having an excess number of them the crowd starting getting heated up. Rowdiness and jeering came over the crowd as tattooed men with extreme amounts of piercings and women with skin conditions walked onto the stage. They went wild, the slightly plump and semi nude hermaphrodite made an appearance. Cursing, catcalls, and loud insults rang out hand and hand with applause and cheering. A disgusting display of humanity from the audience. And still no M’gnn

A tall, somewhat beefy man with an absurdly comical red bowtie climbed the bleachers towards you. From what you could see he seemed utterly ordinary, but what you could see was limited greatly by the pink pig mask covering the front top half of his face.

“Welcome to my circus! Enjoy the shows freely my friends. The rides are the safest but are most exciting, and leave some of of the happiness you bring” Lalzo Valentin says. His voice is somehow both ruff and nasal, but filled entirely with good cheer.

>A.) Hello I am Gravitas and we make up the Doom Patrol and the Titans

>B.) We got the money, where is M’gnn?

>C.) Tell me are you working with the Brotherhood?

>D.) Write in

>>1670772
>A.) Hello I am Gravitas and we make up the Doom Patrol and the Titans
>B.) We got the money, where is M’gnn?

But said politely.

>>1670772
>B.) We got the money, where is M’gnn?

>>1670787
this

>4+ months from now, Powergirl meets up with us
>teases us for being a tiny human or something
>whip you the Gravi-D
>it has its own orbit
>she flies off in panic, her takeoff extremely difficult because of the dick's sheer power

ManThor when?

>>1670772
>>A.) Hello I am Gravitas and we make up the Doom Patrol and the Titans
>We have the payment, could I ask where M'gnn is?

>>1670830

If we have kids with Power Girl, then they'll be terrifying.

>>1670849
Don't say that you will awaken my inner eugenics anon.

>>1670849
WorriedDarkseid.jpg

>>1670856

ExtremelyWorriedBatman.png

>>1670772
>A.) Hello I am Gravitas and we make up the Doom Patrol and the Titans
>B.) We got the money, where is M’gnn?

>>1670772
>>A.) Hello I am Gravitas and we make up the Doom Patrol and the Titans
>>B.) We got the money, where is M’gnn?

>>1670859
Bats will have an aneurysm about just about anything we do at this point.
He probably had Dick install cameras in our room or something.

>>1670870

Maybe had a camera installed in our body while we're sleeping. Or some sort of tracker.

>>1670878
Imagine his reaction when he saw our dick for the first time.

>>1670870
>24/7 surveilance
>he finds out we sleep-gravityshift
>everything swirls around the room in orbit of us
>random display of high-tier gravity fuckery
>we open a wormhole to anywhere Ivy is hiding out
>we keep sending her socks and random clothes
>Batman sees it all and starts going full shadowrun

>>1670887
>"I had one like this when I was a kid."

>>1670894
and then he took a Selina to the crotch

Shit, hey, hold up. Is batgirl still around at this point in time?

>>1670950
Are you asking if she is Oracle by this time frame?

>>1671109
Yeah. I barely keep track of what their names are now, but that's what I mean. Has she become Oracle by now?

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“Hello, I am Gravitas and we make up the Doom Patrol ad the Teen Titans” You say motioning to Beast Boy and Terra, and then The Chief and his Doom Patrol. “We got the money, where is M’gnn?

“Ah yes the martian girl, our newest and greatest attraction. Her appearance tonight has been canceled I’m afraid. With you here to buy out her contract, her performance would have been...compromised.” Valentin says, inflecting certain words and gesturing an over the top manner. He looks your Titan group over and frowns “I thought Cyborg and Starfire would be coming. Will they be along soon? I’m afraid outside of the Changeling I don’t recognize any of you”

“Beast Boy” Gar corrects

“I can confirm they are in fact with the Titans” The Chief says, Elastic Girl positioning him towards Lalzo.

“Yes, yes well follow me” Valentin says, his voice losing it’s jolly edge and becoming somewhat bitter as he walked towards a door by the stage, where a man with an eye in the middle of his forehead attempted to juggle as the crowd jeered at him

While there where many faults with the Circus of Strange, cleanliness wasn’t one of them. Valentin’s office was old, cheap and extremely brown. Folding chairs sit all on sides of a small desk, with a single photo and a clean clear ashtray lay. Pin up calendars from the 30s decorated the walls along side tacky posters advertising the circus’s earlier acts.

On the sole wooden chair on the corner of the room sat a tall green woman with bright red hair, who looks at you with a sad smile on her face, with a small silver collar on her neck.

>A.) M’ggn, I’m Gravitas of the Titans

>B.) What’s with the collar?

>C.) Is she here against her will Valentin?

>>1671123
>A.) M’ggn, I’m Gravitas of the Titans
>B.) What’s with the collar?
>C.) Is she here against her will Valentin?

>>1671123
>A.) M’ggn, I’m Gravitas of the Titans

>B.) What’s with the collar?

>>1671123
>A.) M’ggn, I’m Gravitas of the Titans

>B.) What’s with the collar?

>>1671123
>introduce ourselves
>collar?
>you being forced?

>>1671123
>D. Hi there pretty lady.
>B.) What’s with the collar?

>>1671123
>>A.) M’ggn, I’m Gravitas of the Titans

>>1671123
>>introduce ourselves
>>collar?
>>you being forced?

“M’ggn, I’m Gravitas of the Titans” you say offering a hand she hesitantly takes and shakes. She puts on a funny, awkward smile. “Hi, I’m M’gnn, I’m glad I’m going to be part of the team. Has anyone told you that you look like every guy in commercials advertising trips to Star City. Wow.”

“Thanks...M’gnn what’s with the collar?” You ask, M’ggn eyes darting to the floor quickly as you ask this.

Robotman puts a hand on the shoulder of Valentin, his sleek almost featureless face somehow giving away he knows exactly what you’re thinking. His large golden hand gribs Valentin’s left shoulder hard, causing him to wince. But just wince, nothing more

“Is she here against her will?” You ask, turning to Valentin, who’s mouth has formed a great big smile.

“No one is in the Circus of Strange willingly. Everyone here has some where else they’d like to be, me included. But no, everyone and anyone can leave us any time they wish.” Valentin says.

Robotman releases him, as M’ggn nods in agreement, Lalzo only dusting himself off and rubbing his neck after being manhandled.

Valentin walks to the opposite corner of the back office, opening a tiny fridge and bringing out two handfuls of drinks. One of sodas and the other of beer, frost and water dripping from both sets of bottles. You can even see his handles trembling because of the cold.

“Drinks anyone?”

>A.) Yes beer please

>B.) Yes soda please

>C.) No thank you

>>1671222
>B.) Yes soda please

>>1671222
>hands trembling
>"because of the cold"
TRUST NO RINGLEADERS

>C.) No thank you

>>1671222
>>C.) No thank you

>>1671222
>C.) No thank you

>>1671222
>C.) No thank you

>>1671222
>C. No thank you
Trust no one, not even yourself

>>1671222
>C.) No thank you
I don't feel like getting roofied thanks

>>1671222
Changing.
>C.) No thank you

>>1671222
>>C.) No thank you

"Thank you for the offer, but we should be going."

Then make like a tree and fuck off.