As you blink the spots from your eyes, your desk comes back into focus with only one small difference. Some horrible monster was floating only a few inches from your face. A screech claws at your ears and your throat hurts for some reason as you reach back to your bed for a weighty book to through at it. The reach puts you off balance, and your chair tips you out onto your floor with a few new bruises-to-be.

The giant fly demon is quick to float over your upturned chair to mime a placating gesture. A small, higher pitched voice sounds off in a pleading tone, “Wait, please! I’m not going to hurt you!”

With the primal state of fear you find yourself in, being treated as a startled zoo animal manages to pierce through to your more reasonable brain. With its intentions stated (though not proven), as nonthreatening, you could start to take in what you’re looking at. It looks like a hybrid of a baby and a fairy, with a bulbous, but cherubic head perched on a delicate, small body. The entire thing could fit in one of your hands, and would probably have to stand on tip-toes to match your middle finger in height.

Add all the colors and extra bits that you recognize from things that are most certainly NOT baby fairies, and it sort of looks like an anthropomorphic…

>A) Rabbit
>B) Spider
>C) Dog
>D) Snake
>E) Owl
>F) Scorpion
>G) Bluebird

>>2200213
>>D) Snake

sneko

Some basic rules for this quest, consider them always in effect unless I say otherwise:

1) Majority rules votes. I may get the tally wrong. I also declare a winner before I start writing the next part, so please correct me if I miscounted.

2) Voting period is 15 minutes.

3) Rolls are 1d100, best of three unless otherwise stated. The three we'll take the best of are the first three replies to a roll call.

>>2200213
>D) Snake

>>2200213
>D) Snake

>>2200213
>G) Bluebird

>>2200213
>Snake

>>2200213
>>F) Scorpion
Get over here!

>>2200213
>D) Snake

>D) Snake

>D) Snake

>>2200213
>E) Owl

>>2200213
>D) Snake

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>>2200255
That's a pretty hard pull in favor of, uh... This thing. Snake wins! Writing!

>>2200282
oh boy, snake puns

>>2200291
See, now this quest is actually worth it. No matter what happens in it, we can still be happy with snake puns.

>>2200291

You know it boyo

>>2200282
HappyAndy.gif

>>2200213
What species was this? Colorful ones are venomous, right? You want to scream at your own brain for coming up with stupid questions when you were confronted by a flying snake… Thing, but you were too busy trying not to move. Sure, it had said - IT TALKED TO ME?!{/i] - that it wasn’t going to hurt you, but you can think of one very famous snake who caused a lot of damage by lying.

You stared at it for a few more rapid heartbeats, which was good enough for the snake thing. Despite being so small, you could still see its mouth curl into a small smile and heave a relieved sigh. “Oh, thank Goodness, you had me worried for a moment. Most people have a much more… Volatile reaction when they first see me.” You let out an agreeable whine and nod, hoping that as long as you don’t disagree with it, it won’t bite you.

“Well, now that the hard part’s out of the way, I suppose we can move on to introductions.” The little imp spreads its hands - or, more accurately, flippers - wide and gives you a courteous midair bow. “My name is Ekko. I am what’s called a ‘Kwami,’ and my kind regularly finds themselves partnered with yours. With my help, you will accomplish great things.” The smile turns into a full grin, giving you a great view of horrific, terrible-

Actually, the teeth this “Ekko” has are absolutely pathetic, even by baby snake standards. It’d have a hard time chewing through your socks, much less piercing your skin to deliver any amount of venom. If it’s smaller than you, and can’t bite you, then maybe you don’t actually need to be afraid of it.

You pull yourself up and reposition the desk chair, never taking your eyes off of Ekko. It bobs, seemingly without purpose or propulsion, content to remain exactly where you can see it. You consider taking your seat again, but decide that even if it can’t bite you, you want to be mobile in case it attacks.

The staring contest is beginning to drag, and you can’t help but wonder at some of the things it said. In fact, it seems to be waiting for you to ask it something. May as well oblige it.

>A) “What’s a ‘Kwami’?”
>B) “What do you mean ‘regularly partnered with my kind’? I’ve never seen one of you before.”
>C) “What kind of ‘great things’ did you have in mind?”

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Did someone said snakes?

Oh shit, missed an end italics. Well, it's still legible.

>>2200339

>C) “What kind of ‘great things’ did you have in mind?”

>Inb4 we become Orochimaru

>>2200339
>A) “What’s a ‘Kwami’?”

Start simple I suppose

>>2200339
>A) “What’s a ‘Kwami’?”

>>2200339
>A

>>2200339
>A

>>2200339
>>A) “What’s a ‘Kwami’?”

>>2200339
>A

>>2200339
>>A) “What’s a ‘Kwami’?”

>>2200350
>>2200351
>>2200353
>>2200354
>>2200358
>>2200361
>>2200373
Let's start with the, uh, obvious... Writing!

>>2200339
“What’s a Kw-” Ekko brightens before you can finish the question and floats a few inches closer. Being that Ekko is still a snake, you cut off the question and try to jump backwards, only held in place by your bed frame. Ekko flashes you and apologetic smile and glides backwards, now ever further than when you started. “Well, I think I know where you were going,” it says, a small smirk audible in its tone. Ekko clears its throat before answering, front flipper-hands behind its straightened back, eyes closed.

“A Kwami is a being of power. We have within us the capability to offer this power to humans who wear what’s known as a ‘Miraculous,’” it states, with a gesture to the box it came from. “Kwami powers are related to concepts. Think ‘abstract nouns’ that you learned as a child. My powers, and yours as well, now, relate to Repetition.” That didn’t seem to fit at all, and you can’t help the automatic protest escaping your lips.

“Repetition?” What did snakes have to do with repeating the same boring thing over and over again? Ekko’s eyes narrow at you, and for the first time since it left the box, a bite feels like more than just a possibility.

“Yes, Repetition,” it says, tone blunt enough to beat you with. “You were expecting lies, perhaps? Death?” You flinch at the accusation. Ekko isn’t too far off from your initial thoughts. “What you see, what I am, is a cycle. A constant ebbing and flowing, that while seemingly the same every time, will eventually wipe away the shore. It’s like a drill, in that way. Spin in a circle, but keep moving forward.”


You can’t keep your lips from thinning at its words. That sounds exactly like what dad would tell you when he asked you to do something pointless for the hundredth time, like pick up sticks from the garden or picking up your jacket when it’d find it’s way right back to the floor in a few minutes.

“And my form, the creatures that shape me, are perfect in this way. Left, right, left, right, again and again, as night turns to day and back.” Ekko sways with every repetition, seemingly lost in its own world. “Left, right, left, right. Until you look up, and you’re somewhere new.” It isn’t until it finishes its speech that you realize you were swaying in time with it. You stumble a bit and hold yourself up with the bed, doing your best not to look scared of Ekko. How did it make you do that?

>A) “So, cool. You, I mean, uh, we have powers. Powers for what?”
>B) “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I guess… Uh, I’m-”
>C) “Ekko, there’s something about you that I still don’t get… Are you a guy or a girl?”

>>2200431

>A) “So, cool. You, I mean, uh, we have powers. Powers for what?”

>>2200431
>>B) “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I guess… Uh, I’m-”

>>2200431
>>B) “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I guess… Uh, I’m-”

>>2200431
>B) “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I guess… Uh, I’m-”
>C) “Ekko, there’s something about you that I still don’t get… Are you a guy or a girl?”

>>2200431
>A) “So, cool. You, I mean, uh, we have powers. Powers for what?”
>B) “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I guess… Uh, I’m-”

>>2200431
>A) “So, cool. You, I mean, uh, we have powers. Powers for what?”

>>2200431
>B

>>2200431
>>B) “Well, it’s nice to meet you, I guess… Uh, I’m-”

>>2200431
>A) “So, cool. You, I mean, uh, we have powers. Powers for what?”

>>2200440
>>2200441
>>2200442
>>2200443
>>2200446
>>2200451
Ekko doesn't seem like they're going to leave any time soon, and if they're offering powers... Maybe it's a good idea to salvage your first impression. In the interest of diplomacy, you extend a hand and say, "Well, it's nice to meet you, I guess..."

Oh, no, you shouldn't have said I guess! Now it sounds like you're being sarcastic! No walking that back, so you rush over it.

"Uh, I'm-"

>A) ((A fifteen-year-old girl))
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

((Ten minutes for this vote))

>>2200479
>>A) ((A fifteen-year-old girl))

>>2200479
>>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200479
>A

>>2200479
>>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200479
>>A) ((A fifteen-year-old girl))

>>2200479
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200479
>A) ((A fifteen-year-old girl))

>>2200479
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200479
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200479
>B

>>2200479
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200479
>C. 15 year old non-binary

>>2200479
>>A) ((A fifteen-year-old girl))

>>2200479
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

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>>2200500

>>2200510
I wanted to see the shitstorm on the discord.

Entirely worth it

>>2200523
Toruc, nothing happened.

>>2200479

>B

>C) A fifteen-year-old-hermaphrodite

>>2200532
Stop that

>>2200479
>B) ((A fifteen-year-old boy))

>>2200523
You mean the shitstorm of two people saying "dammit" and then ignoring it?

>>2200479
>Boy
Reminds me of snakecatcher quest

>>2200535

Never

>>2200479
Boy.

>Discord shit
Aborting...

>>2200545
I know but will never give up

>>2200554

And stay gone Ellipsesnon

>>2200483
>>2200485
>>2200490
>>2200493
>>2200496
>>2200498
>>2200499
>>2200506
>>2200532
>>2200538
In a turnabout no one expected, 4chan votes NOT to be a little girl! Now pick a name, you freaks of nature.

>A) Patrick
>B) Louis
>C) Lucas
>D) Write-In

((Write-in Votes are counted by supporters. If you want to write in, just pick D and write the name you want. If you like another anon's idea, reply to it and say "supported"))

>>2200573
>B) Louis

>>2200573
>B) Louis

>>2200573
>C

>>2200573
>C) Lucas

>>2200573
>C) Lucas

>>2200573
>>D) Write-In
Russell
Like Russell's Viper

>>2200573

>D) Friedrich Jacques Fantomas Louis Gilles von Sigvald

>>2200573
>C) Lucas

>>2200573
>D : Javert

Who here likes JUSTICE?

>>2200573
Pip

>>2200605

Is all caps justice related to being an obsessive retard who's never heard of the term Disproportion?

>>2200605
Changing to this
>>2200612

>>2200615
Do you want it to be?

>>2200630

No, but Javert himself was one. Look where that got him

Okay, Lucas wins. Writing!

>>2200673

Lucas Friedrich Jacques Fantomas Louis Gilles von Sigvald?

>>2200479
“ -Lucas.” You clear your throat, hearing your voice crack around your own name. “I’m Lucas,” you repeat, and Ekko slaps his fins on both sides of your middle finger to give it a small shake. It actually makes you trade smiles with the little Kwami. With a name, and something of a personality to attach to it, Ekko’s kinda… Cute. It’s got big chubby cheeks and a baby-like voice. How could it not be?

“Well, I’m glad to meet you, Lucas. Let me ask you, do you have anything vitally important to do today?” You hum at the question but shake your head. All of your stuff is accounted for, and so is all your family’s. Mom even told you that she was giving you the day to rest up before school started tomorrow.

“And it’s a quiet day? Nothing important happening, outside of your life?” You flick through your phone, comfortable enough now to be in the same room without looking at it, but again, nothing comes up. It’s a lazy, warm Sunday. The last Sunday of Summer.

“Doesn’t look like it,” you answer the Kwami, and it smiles at you once again. “Then, would you like a taste of what kind of power you’ll be getting out of this arrangement? If the day is free, nothing stopping you from powering up and taking a run through...” Ekko trails off, looks out of your window, and takes in the view for a moment. You were lucky enough to get the room facing the Eifel Tower, giving you that perfect Parisian skyline. Ekko turns back to you and finishes its question “...Paris?”

>A) “Wait, you were serious about those superpowers?! What are we waiting for!?”
>B) “I’m not sure. Won’t someone notice I’m gone?”
>C) “Uh, well, I have school tomorrow… Don’t want to wear myself out!” No way you’re going anywhere with some freaky alien, no matter how chubby its cheeks are.

>>2200744
>B) “I’m not sure. Won’t someone notice I’m gone?”

>>2200744
>A) “Wait, you were serious about those superpowers?! What are we waiting for!?”

>>2200744

>A) “Wait, you were serious about those superpowers?! What are we waiting for!?”

Let's go boyos

>>2200744
>>A) “Wait, you were serious about those superpowers?! What are we waiting for!?”

>>2200744
>A) “Wait, you were serious about those superpowers?! What are we waiting for!?”

>>2200744
>B

>>2200749
>>2200750
>>2200751
>>2200756
You're just diving right on in, arencha? Writing!

Sorry guys, but this is turning into a long post. Expect a bit more of a delay than the last few.

>Discord shit and that namefag that's fucking everywhere
Sorry BrotherQM, you can make shit settings readable, but that's just too much. I'll read the archive, maybe.

>>2200886

I like plenty of shit and Brother just wants a better way of keeping updates than twitter and have more active interactions with the players of his quests. What's your point?

>>2200744
“Alright, let’s do it!” You’re fighting not to smile. You have to hand it to Ekko, it's very persuasive. Not even half an hour ago you were planning how to kill it without getting bit. You bounce in place and Ekko chuckles at your exuberance before floating to the desk, beckoning you to follow with his tail. You do, taking a seat in the desk chair, as Ekko opens the box you found him in once again.

Inside, there’s a small and very well crafted ring. It seems to be based on an Ouroboros, the metal shaped to resemble a snake swallowing its own tail. You’re starting to feel dumb for doubting Ekko about its nature. “This is your Miraculous,” it states, gently lifting the ring and placing it in your hand. It’s big enough for Ekko to fit both his fins and his tail inside, but it’s just the right size for a human finger.

“The Miraculous is what anchors me to you. It’s what allows you to use my power, and what allows me to express my power at all.” Ekko fixes you with a very serious gaze, and you feel your muscles tense with the sudden weight in the air. “Lucas, you must swear. To me, to yourself, to anything you can think to swear by, that you will NEVER lose this ring. Do you understand?”

You swallow your nerves and nod, which seems to placate the Kwami. With that job done, it backs away from the ring and allows you to slide it on. You don’t feel any different.

“Is it… Is it working?”

Ekko shakes its head as it answers, “No, not yet. You’ll need to transform to unlock its power.”

Did it mention transforming before? You’re not sure, you can’t remember. “H-how do I do that?” you ask.

“Whenever you’re wearing the ring, all you have to say is ‘Bare my Fangs.’ I’ll take care of the rest.” It sounded simple enough… Too simple. There must be more to it than that.

“‘Bare my Fangs’? What kinda-” Then everything is too much. It doesn’t hurt, you think. If it does, your brain can’t handle how much it hurts, so does it really matter?

There’s light, bluish you think, and you can feel yourself falling in every direction. It’s like being in a tornado, but less painful. Or maybe more painful. You still can’t tell.

Then it’s over. Your eyes sting a little, but beyond that, you feel fine. “Ekko, what was that?” There’s no response. You push yourself up from the desk and sweep a look over your room, but Ekko is nowhere in sight. “Ekko?” you repeat. Still, nothing. You take a few steps towards the center of the room when you catch sight of his turquoise color. You spin to catch him, only to spot a lot more turquoise that you expected.

(CONTINUED)

>>2200964
The color is all over your mirror, covering a young man about your height nearly head to toe. The shade darkens around the sides, mimicking Ekko’s “scale patterns,” and gets especially dark on the hood that nearly swallows your head. A scarf trails from the hood in the same color, and it creates the distinct impression that you caught, killed, and are now wearing a giant cobra. By far the most drastic change is the eyes. You lean it to get a closer look.

Where once normal human eyes once sat, freakish reptilian features have taken over. The entirety of both your eyes is now a brilliant gold, a shade you recognize from Ekko’s. You can’t make out your irises anymore if they’re even there, but your pupils remain the inky black they always were. Shame, then, that they’ve narrowed into vertical strips that wouldn’t look out of place on a raptor.

“Whoa…” You step back from the mirror, tapping at your cheekbones where a mask now hides the upper part of your features. You wouldn’t recognize yourself if it wasn’t mimicking your every move. And, unlike when you put the ring on, you feel MUCH different. Lighter, in some way. Maybe your powers kicked in? Ekko said you’d be going for a run to test out your powers, so that had to mean you had some sort of super athletic ability now.

If your parents knew what you were going to do, they’d have you grounded for years to come, but what they don’t know won’t hurt them. You pry open your window, send a quick “Thank You” prayer for living on the second floor, and leap out of your window. The difference is noticeable instantly. You rocket forward like a shot from the chamber, and instincts you didn’t know you had kick in and force you to roll in the air, landing hands and feet first on the adjacent rooftop.

This is going to be fun.

(CONTINUED)

>>2200969
Paris’s main feature has been the Eiffel since its creation. Young couples from around the world flock here to take pictures in its shadow. It’s an impressive tower from the ground, to be sure, but that doesn’t hold a candle to the view from the very top. You steady yourself with your scarf, which experimentation reveals you can move as a new body part, and wrap it around the structure as you take in the city.

The view makes you suddenly introspective. You have superpowers. Something that everyone, everywhere, always wants. You doubt you’re the only person never to ask what you’d DO with them. You allow your grip to slacken and slide down the monument until you hit the first steel platform large enough to sit down on. You were initially worried about changing back, Ekko hadn’t gotten around to what to say to reverse it, but when you think about it, the words come naturally.

“Ekko, Hide my Fangs.” The power leaves in a rush, leaving you not wanting for more, but satisfied. Like a good work out. The snake creature floats into your vision, and seems to consider how high you both are for a moment before speaking. “Have fun?” it asks.

“Tons,” you answer with a grin, but it falters when you remember why you called Ekko back. “You said that I could do great things with this, right, Ekko?”

It turns to look at you, and once it realizes exactly how serious you sound, it decides to settle into a seat right beside you. “Yes,” it answers.

“What did you mean?” Ekko barely considers it before it answers, “That’s up to you. I provide the power, but you guide it. You choose what to do with it.” The little creature seems introspective for a moment, before it continues.

“You are not the first to use my power. I have been used as a champion for humanity. I have been used as a scourge of it. It is a cycle. The ebb and flow. It doesn’t really matter to me where I am in the cycle.”

If that was true, then Ekko was putting a lot of power in your hands and telling you, essentially, to go nuts… What are you going to do?

>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.
>B) The people of Paris don’t really need a protector… They’re already safe. Maybe there’s good you can do closer to home? Your parents weren’t in the poorhouse, but money is always a concern, and you know from your economics classes that every big corporation or bank has an account of “in case of thieves” that does nothing otherwise… Stay under that limit, and no one would even get hurt, literally or figuratively.
>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?

>>2200971

>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?

This seems more neutral than anything

>>2200971
>>B) The people of Paris don’t really need a protector… They’re already safe. Maybe there’s good you can do closer to home? Your parents weren’t in the poorhouse, but money is always a concern, and you know from your economics classes that every big corporation or bank has an account of “in case of thieves” that does nothing otherwise… Stay under that limit, and no one would even get hurt, literally or figuratively.

>>2200964
>>2200969
>>2200971
>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?

>>2200971
>A

>>2200971
>>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?

>>2200971
>B) The people of Paris don’t really need a protector… They’re already safe. Maybe there’s good you can do closer to home? Your parents weren’t in the poorhouse, but money is always a concern, and you know from your economics classes that every big corporation or bank has an account of “in case of thieves” that does nothing otherwise… Stay under that limit, and no one would even get hurt, literally or figuratively.

>>2200971
>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?

>>2200971
>>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?
We won't necessarily have to be evil by going this route. It'd just be like Shaolin Showdown

>b

>>2200971
>C) If there’s one Kwami, and One Miraculous, there’s a lot you can do, but… Ekko never said that. There must be more. More Kwamis means more powers. More powers means… Well, who knows what it means?

>>2200971
>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.

>>2200971
B
Just being a burgler to bring home the bacon seems a neat earlygame

>>2200971
>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.

>>2200971
>>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.

>>2200971
>>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.

>>2200971
>>B) The people of Paris don’t really need a protector… They’re already safe. Maybe there’s good you can do closer to home? Your parents weren’t in the poorhouse, but money is always a concern, and you know from your economics classes that every big corporation or bank has an account of “in case of thieves” that does nothing otherwise… Stay under that limit, and no one would even get hurt, literally or figuratively.

>>2200983
Changing my vote here to

>>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.

>>2200982
>>2201024
>>2201037
>>2201045
>>2201061
>>2201065
Well, for all you Hero voters, you guys are lucky I forgot to set the timer.

Anyway, hero snek boy, at least for now! Writing.

>>2200971

>A) No reason for America to hog all the heroes, right? You’ll become Paris’s own defender! It won’t even be that hard. It’s not like there are any super villains here.

>>2200971
“I think I’d like to be a hero. Someone people talk about a hundred years from now, you know?” Ekko doesn’t seem… Happy to hear that. Or upset. You guess he was really serious about not caring what he was used for. “If that’s what you want,” he says, lifting up to float in front of you, and over two hundred meters above ground. It seems he really flies instead of just hovering. “I think you’ll need my help to get back down, Lucas,” he points out with a small smile. You nod at him, pull yourself into a stance, and say your new favorite words.

“Ekko, Bare my Fangs!”

----

The sun is well on its way to setting by the time you wrap up your talk with Ekko, which means no time for a few more laps around Paris... School nights are the worst. You roll out of a swan dive on top of someone’s roof, and drag your feet instead of sprinting. Your house is only a few blocks away, and you want to enjoy the feeling of superherodom for a few more minutes.

The silence of the afternoon is unfortunately shattered by the sound of breaking glass and angry screams. The commotion draws you to an overhanging ledge that has a perfect view of the cause. One busted Jewelry Store window, several distraught business owners, and one bad guy running down the street. You grin in your hood. You weren’t expecting to be able to prove yourself as Paris’s prime protector in one night, but when life hands you lemons…

Just as you’re about to kick off in pursuit, you see something that makes you hesitate. The thief charges towards a building without slowing down. You find out why when they leap neatly from the street to the rooftop. That’s nearly the limit of your vertical leap as your snakeself, and they made it look easy! This isn’t just a burglar, this is a supervillain!

>A) Keep calm. You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Well, this is what heroes do. Go after him!
>B) Not tonight! You’re skirting the limits of your parents’ good will! Stay out any longer, and school tomorrow is going to suck the life out of you, not to mention the fact you’d be FIGHTING a real life SUPERVILLAIN!

>>2201244
>>A) Keep calm. You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Well, this is what heroes do. Go after him!

>>2201244
>A) Keep calm. You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Well, this is what heroes do. Go after him!
What if we let him go and he kills Uncle Ben?
Wait, do we have an Uncle Ben? We should get one so he can die and motivate us.

>>2201244
>A) Keep calm. You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Well, this is what heroes do. Go after him!
Watch us get jobbed

>>2201244
>A) Keep calm. You said you wanted to be a hero, right? Well, this is what heroes do. Go after him!

>>2201255
Jobbing would imply that we're already shown to be super powerful. We're pretty much a no name kid at the moment

>>2201254
I'm sure you have an Uncle Pierre or something, but if you do, he don't live in Paris.

>>2201251
>>2201254
>>2201255
>>2201263
Go get 'em, Luke! Writing!

>>2201277
>Let's the villain go because he feels like it isn't his responsibility
>a few months later, get a call from cousin peter
>uncle ben was shot
>the nypd catch the murderer
>Turns out to be the same man lucas let go, he was visiting paris to let some heat on a crime die down
Uncle Ben no!

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My bad, I should really have called for a, wait for it... BEST OF THREE! The first three replies to roll a 1d100 will be compared and the highest roll taken as Lucas's attempt. To roll, type "dice+1d100" (without the quotes) in the options field.

Speaking of Uncle Ben's death, check out my captcha!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2201338

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>2201338

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>2201338

>>2201339
>>2201340
>>2201341
Well

>>2201339
>>2201340
>>2201341
Oh, for Christ's sake... 37 is our roll...

>>2201339
I knew we'd get shit rolls

>>2201341
>>2201340
>>2201339
RIP Uncle Pierre, you were an inspiration to us all

>>2201347

This could've been prevented if people didn't picked to play the hero. THIS COULD'VE BEEN PREVENTED, BUT UNCLE PIERRE IS DEAD NOW

>>2201368
But wouldn't have we just ignored the situation all together then? Seems like the same outcome either way

>>2201368
Don't act like the victim here, we all know you would have killed him with your own two hands

>>2201373

Who knows? Maybe Brother had a different scenario for each? We'll never know maybe

>>2201378

I'd never have killed Uncle Pierre, he was a cool guy who worshiped Slaanesh. He was a real hero

>>2201244
So much for a good night’s sleep… You charge towards the robber, and directly away from your house, and leap onto the store to run along the rooftop. You don’t want to risk messing up that jump. Lucky for you, it appears the robber is admiring his work, and lingers long enough for you to get halfway there before you’re spotted.

The thief takes off at a speed you can barely keep up with, but barely is all you need. You keep him in sight through chimneys and air vents, scraping the brickwork with quick jukes that waste not a single movement. Your jog today was impressive, but with something to hunt, the instincts you feel guiding your steps kick into overdrive.

A twisting backflip sees the thief off of a dead end rooftop and back to street level, and you follow with much less theatrics, practically spearing the pavement. Still, the chase continues. You’re dodging traffic and pedestrians in a frantic, desperate attempt to keep up, and it finally seems to be working out for you. Every step seems to bring you a little closer, and you can just make out the thief's back heaving with every breath. You’re starting to wear him down. Unfortunately, you’re not too far behind him. The race has become simply a test of endurance.

Finally, the thief ducks into an alleyway, and you follow him in. He doubles over, holding himself up on his knees with quick, light breaths. You’d handcuff him right now (do you have handcuffs? Does the suit come with cuffs), but you aren’t much better. Even through Ekko’s power, your legs are screaming in protest with every step.

“Will you give it a REST!?” the thief screeches at you, expending precious oxygen to reproach you in the girliest voice you’d ever heard from a man. From the girliest figure you’d ever seen on a man. And the girliest, long hair you’d ever… It was a girl. The thief was a girl, and not much older or younger than you. Her pouting snarl poked out of a facemask not unlike your own, but while yours was the color of Ekko’s scales, hers was bleach white. The suit she wore, all too similar to your own, was a softer white, complete with a little cottontail. She even had a headband with two long, floppy, clearly fake, but all to reactionary ears that you had missed in your mad dash and the dying light of day.

No point for guessing what her kwami looked like. “Give me… Give… Give me what you took…” you pant out, and her reply is equally delayed.

“Or… What?”

>A) “I’ll take it from you.” Fight her, as best you can.
>B) “I’ll help keep you out of jail.” She won’t cooperate if she’s being threatened, offer leniency instead.
>C) You don’t really know what you’d do right now, but you know how to buy some time to catch your breath. “Why’d you take it? You can’t have been at this for very long, so why start with stealing? Why not do something better?”

>>2201445

>C) You don’t really know what you’d do right now, but you know how to buy some time to catch your breath. “Why’d you take it? You can’t have been at this for very long, so why start with stealing? Why not do something better?”

>>2201445
>C) You don’t really know what you’d do right now, but you know how to buy some time to catch your breath. “Why’d you take it? You can’t have been at this for very long, so why start with stealing? Why not do something better?”

>>2201445
>C) You don’t really know what you’d do right now, but you know how to buy some time to catch your breath. “Why’d you take it? You can’t have been at this for very long, so why start with stealing? Why not do something better?”

>>2201445
>C) You don’t really know what you’d do right now, but you know how to buy some time to catch your breath. “Why’d you take it? You can’t have been at this for very long, so why start with stealing? Why not do something better?”

>>2201445
>>C) You don’t really know what you’d do right now, but you know how to buy some time to catch your breath. “Why’d you take it? You can’t have been at this for very long, so why start with stealing? Why not do something better?”

Touch her tail!

>>2201453
>>2201455
>>2201474
>>2201482
>>2201485

Do you all really want to have 50 kids?

>>2201492
They don't know Chaos. They don't know.

>>2201492
No I want to buy time because we're tired as fuck running around and immediately attacking sounds retarded, where do you get this weird ass logic?

>>2201453
>>2201455
>>2201474
>>2201482
>>2201485
Time for a talk with Bun-Bun, but will she be willing to play ball? Roll 1d100, best of three to find out!

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2201530

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>2201530

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>2201530

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>2201525

Because I gotta weed out which ones want to waifu her and which ones don't

>>2201530

>>2201535
63 is your roll! Let's see if she takes the carrot, of if you'll need to use the stick!

>>2201547
L-lewd...

>>2201445
“Why’d you take it?” you ask. It’s a struggle to do it without gasping, but you manage. The rabbit girl shoots you a confused look and pants something that may sound like “What?” You swallow to clear your throat before answering, “You can’t have been at this long, right? I’ve never heard of a bunny thief… Think I would have by now.” She pouts at your words and protests with a single word. “Rabbit.”

You nod at the correction and roll with it. “Rabbit, then. I think your rabbit and my snake are pretty similar, so why not do what I’m doing? Something good instead?” She squints at you as if she could divine your intentions with only her eyes. Wait, she may be able to do that! Before you start to worry about the possibility, she answers, “Want to.”

It isn’t the inspiring story of desperate orphans that most thieves may use. At least she was honest. “That’s not a good reason...” you point out, and she shrugs, muttering something under her breath as she steadies herself on a bike rack. Well, no one could say that you didn’t tr-

Your jaw cracks as your neck snaps backwards. You have no idea what just hit you, but it hurts. When you look back, a bike lock is rattling on the ground, and the rabbit seems surprised. Looks like she thought a cheap shot would drop you.

>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”
>B) Oh, now it’s payback time. “You know, snakes EAT bunnies.”

>>2201662
>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”

>>2201662
>>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”

>>2201662
>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”

>>2201662
>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”

>>2201662
>>B) Oh, now it’s payback time. “You know, snakes EAT bunnies.”

>>2201662
>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”

>>2201662
>A) Press the psychological advantage. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach for another one before I catch you?”

>>2201665
>>2201669
>>2201673
>>2201675
>>2201720
>>2201731
Time for an intimidation roll! One more 1d100 best of three, and then I'll post the last one tonight!

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>2201745

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2201745

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2201745

>>2201749
92 it is!

>>2201662
You rub at your jaw and pop it as you slowly turn to face the bunny girl completely. “You want to give up now, or do you think you can reach another one before I catch you?” You put every ounce of anger you felt into those words and said a silent prayer that you wouldn’t need any of it for a fight. Your quarry seizes up at the threat and casts a questioning glance at the messenger bag containing her loot. It seems as if you were really about to talk her down.

The standoff continues for a few more moments, before a loud beep sounds off in the alley. You almost cast your eyes around to check your surroundings, but it seems to have originated from your rabbit friend. She lets out a small gasp, and finally breaks her silence. “P-please, if I give it back… Will you let me go?”

>A) Well, it gets the jewelry back safely, and the victim’s livelihood is the most important thing at the moment. “Of course.”
>B) Let her go now, and she’ll be back to rob another store inside a week. “Not a chance.”

>>2201807
>A) Well, it gets the jewelry back safely, and the victim’s livelihood is the most important thing at the moment. “Of course.”

Oh, right... Forgot about the whole "last post" thing. Whatever, I got nothing to do tomorrow.

>>2201807
>>A) Well, it gets the jewelry back safely, and the victim’s livelihood is the most important thing at the moment. “Of course.”

>>2201807
>>A) Well, it gets the jewelry back safely, and the victim’s livelihood is the most important thing at the moment. “Of course.”

>>2201810
I gotta sleep brother, plz stop

>>2201807
>Write in
"Yes, this time. But don't let me catch you doing this again"

None of this soft ass 'of course' shit, she gets one free for being drunk on new power, that's it.

>>2201821
Supporting

>>2201807
>>2201821
>>Write in
"Yes, this time. But don't let me catch you doing this again"

>None of this soft ass 'of course' shit, she gets one free for being drunk on new power, that's it.

>>2201821
Supporting

>>2201821
Supporting

Brother, you've got yourself an interesting quest here.

Don't blow it!

>>2201839
wat
What did he mean by this

>>2201821
>>2201825
>>2201828
>>2201830
>>2201835
Well, that seems pretty reasonable, and I didn't add it because I just didn't think of it, not because I thought of it and discarded it, so why not! Writing, and THEN we should be done.

>>2201807
If you’re honest with yourself, all you care about right this second is getting those people their money back. On the other hand, you can’t just let her get away with it. Back to your first hand, it seems like neither of you have the time or desire to get into a fight over it. Time to take a third option, and see if she’s still terrified of you.

“Fine. You can go, this time. But if I catch you again, Bunny, you don’t get a second chance.” You barely manage to finish threatening her before she tosses the loot and hightails it up the nearest rooftop. The bag smacks you square in the chest, and as you bend over to pick it up, you catch a glimpse of the lock that hit you. Pretty sturdy, and it looks to be made of iron. It sure had a lot of weight to it when it-

“Wait, what?” you whisper to yourself. Something seems off. The lock is still closed. Why would someone leave a locked bike lock NEXT to a bike rack? “Weird.” You shrug off the oddity as your nerves getting to you before hefting the bag on your shoulder and charging back to the Jewelry Store. Thank goodness these new powers come with a good sense of direction.

---

“Thank you, young man, thank you so much!” You’re practically being strangled by the wiry man’s deceptively strong hug, but you don’t want to push him off of you. Partly because you aren’t sure how much force you can put into a push when you’re powered up, and partly because getting recognized for your hard work feels good.

“We would have lost thousands if she had gotten away, tens of thousands!” He finally releases his grip and slides his arms down to shake your hand with both of his, though he seems to be shaking himself more than any part of you.

“It’s. uh, it’s no problem. I was just doing what anyone would have done.” Corny, and you’re not sure you believe it, but cliches existed for moments when you had no idea what to say and didn’t want to look stupid for saying nothing. The man laughs and gives you a pathetically weak slap on the back, once again obfuscating exactly how strong this string bean is, and asks you, “Well, what exactly would anyone in a snake costume be called?”

Oh. You had forgotten this part. “I’m, uh…” Your eyes dart for something, ANYTHING to provide inspiration for a passable name, but nothing sticks out. Gems, gold, silver, a clock… The clock? The clock that said it was nearly midnight?! You had left almost twelve hours ago, without saying a word to anyone!

“I’m late! Gotta, go, was nice meeting you!” You rip yourself out of his grasp and propel yourself up and over the row of buildings that point towards your house. After a mad rush, you decide that it’d be best to scope out the situation before coming up with an excuse on the spot. Only a quick hop let you reach an angle where you could spy your parents room, with them blissfully asleep inside. You let out a relieved sigh and bounce back to your side of the building.

(CONTINUED)

>>2201912
Thankfully, your window was still open, so you climb in as quickly as possible and shut it behind you. Crisis averted. You slipped in and out, and no one was any the wiser.

“Ekko, Hide my Fangs,” you declare to an empty room, and the costume harmlessly burns its way off of you. The little Kwami sluggishly floats up and away from your ring hand and tries to suppress a yawn.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been transformed for that long, Lucas…” Ekko mumbles, and you whisper hasty apologies for wearing him out. You’d like to make sure your little partner was okay, but you need to get to bed quick if you were going to survive school tomorrow.

You ripped off your shirt and turn away from your desk, only to feel wide awake as you catch sight of what - or who - has been behind you the whole time.

Your older brother, Marcus, is staring at you with an open jaw and wide eyes.

“Uh, hey, bro. You, uh, you can’t sleep either, huh?”

Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-that's all, folks! For tonight, anyway

>>2201916
why does he look so hisssterical?

good night op

>>2201912

> The lock is still closed. Why would someone leave a locked bike lock NEXT to a bike rack?

So this is probably a clue to what the bunny's conceptual power is. Any ideas?

>>2201913
You and Marcus get and early start and walk to your school, Collège Françoise Dupont. Before you can cross the threshold with the other early birds, Marcus fixes you with a look and runs his thumb along the knuckle of his middle finger. You nod and tap your Miraculous, careful not to lift your hand to show it off and trusting him to look for it.

Marcus nods, and after checking to see if anyone was watching him, flicks out his tongue and raises his eyebrows. You tap the straps of your backpack, in which Ekko had found a comfortable pocket to coil up in throughout the day. He gives you one last nod and a soft punch on the shoulder before moving past you and towards his class. As much as he scared you last night, it does feel good to know he’s on your side, after the harshly whisper conversation you shared.

-------

”What the hell was THAT!” Marcus hissed at you. You gestured towards the frozen form of Ekko, your sweat soaked body, and the newly closed window until the motions became meaningless. You gave up miming at him and, with a sigh, told him what happened in a voice about a tenth as tired as you felt.

Once you were finished, your brother looked more serious than you had ever seen him, if still bewildered. “You fought a supervillain? How? You’ve never been in a fight with a normal person!” You shrugged at him, helpless to really explain the feeling to someone who had never felt it themselves.

The conversation had stalled then as Marcus took a few minutes to consider what you were telling him, and it had ended with a gruff, if honest, promise to have your back in your heroics, as well as cover for you if your parents got suspicious. You hadn’t given it much more thought before you hit the mattress.

------

You had a good brother, but now you had something much less wholesome to deal with. School. Now, which class were you in this year?

>A) Miss Bustier’s class, with the Mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois. You're surprised she goes to a public school.
>B) Miss Mendeleiev’s class. No standouts or famous people here, which has its ups and downs.

>>2203446
>>A) Miss Bustier’s class, with the Mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois. You're surprised she goes to a public school.

>>2203446
>A) Miss Bustier’s class, with the Mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois. You're surprised she goes to a public school.

>2203446
>A) Miss Bustier’s class, with the Mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois. You're surprised she goes to a public school.

>>2203446
>>B) Miss Mendeleiev’s class. No standouts or famous people here, which has its ups and downs.
Stress-free class sounds nice. I've never watched the source material beyond that really nice anime-style pv that never went anywhere, so I don't know all the benefits of choosing this option.

>>2203446
>A) Miss Bustier’s class, with the Mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois. You're surprised she goes to a public school.

>>2203446
>B) Miss Mendeleiev’s class. No standouts or famous people here, which has its ups and downs.

>>2203446
>>A) Miss Bustier’s class, with the Mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois. You're surprised she goes to a public school.

>>2203456
>>2203465
>>2203467
>>2203469
>>2203477
A0okay, you're going with the canon characters! Let's hope that goes well. Writing!

>>2203525
Just like a snake, we will fade into the background and let others take the spotlight.

>>2203446
You take your seat in Miss Bustier’s class and take in the atmosphere. It’s… Professional. Thankfully lacking any sort of plastic motivational posters that litter younger classes. There are a few other students here early. One boy is bigger than your brother, with a blonde streak in his black hair. His face is twisted into an uninviting frown, and you take the unspoken advice and avoid speaking to him. Another boy is sitting directly behind you, and he practically stinks of nerd. Suspenders and giant glasses adorn his pressed shirt and… Plaid pants. Gross.

The rest of the class filters in slowly, following the time-honored pattern of sitting with friends if you know anyone and sitting alone if you don’t, only filling in the two-person desks when no other seats were available. The girl who takes the chair beside you is a petite one, but the dyed hair and streamlined clothes combined with a gaze that measured, if not judged, everyone in the room made you wary. She flops into the aisle seat and gives you an acknowledging tilt of the head, but nothing else.

You pay her one back before a commotion catches both of your attention. A blonde and a redhead are having some sort of confrontation, but a black-haired girl pulls the redhead, presumably her friend, away from the argument and into the last empty desk. Not a moment too soon, for them, as Ms. Bustier glides into the room nearly the instant they sit down.

You and your new desk partner share a shrug at the girls before straightening up and paying attention to your new teacher.

------

The class passes without further effort on your part, and Ms. Bustier reads off the same tired rules that any school expects of its student. Nothing violent, crude, or sexual, especially not on school grounds and especially not during class… Things that anyone with two brain cells to spark off each other would have figured out by about three years ago.

She dismisses the class and you grab your bag, careful not to swing it around too quickly and risk smashing Ekko into something. You're almost out of the door when a deep, angry voice cuts through the murmur.

“Kim!”

Suddenly, the giant you spotted earlier is on his feet and rearing back to deck a fit looking Asian boy right in front of Ms. Bustier. The inevitable happens, and before any violence can occur, the big guy - Ivan - is sent to the principal’s office, a piece of paper crumpled in his hand and the Asian kid - Kim, you suppose - smirking at his back.

It’s not too hard to piece together what happened. Ivan must have been provoked by something Kim wrote, and now Ivan gets punished for reacting - okay, overreacting - while Kim gets off free.

>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.
>B) Talk to Kim. You can’t just let him get away with that!
>C) Stay out of it. You’re nobody’s hero when the suit’s off, especially not over a passed note.

>>2203703
>C) Stay out of it. You’re nobody’s hero when the suit’s off, especially not over a passed note.

>>2203703
>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.

>>2203703
>>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.

>>2203703
>>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.

>>2203703
>>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.
Stealthily, then get the other side of the story.

>>2203703
>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.

>>2203703
>>C) Stay out of it. You’re nobody’s hero when the suit’s off, especially not over a passed note.

>>2203703
>>A) Talk to Ivan. It must suck getting baited like that on the first day of school.

>>2203703
>B

>>2203709
>>2203712
>>2203720
>>2203723
>>2203728
>>2203755
Well, that's a very nice sentiment, but Ivan may not be in a "talking" mood. Give me a roll, best of 3, 1d100, to pierce Ivan's stony exterior!

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2203803

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2203803

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2203803
Go away acid.

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>2203803

>>2203811
Well... Uh,,. I guess it's a 37. Writing!

>>2203848
It looks like the dice still want that origin story

>>2203468
This quest isn't original? What setting is it taken from?

>>2203925
At least no one can accuse me of PLANNING to do the same thing as the Origins episode.
>>2203964
Miraculous Ladybug, and internationally developed cartoon starring the two characters in the OP. It's for very young audiences, but like the Horse Program, developed a strong adult following by simply taking their jobs seriously and pumping out a quality show.

>>2203703
You jog after Ivan, sure you won’t be missed in study hall, and catch him on the walkway to the principal’s office. You try to think of something to say, but before you can map out a conversation, your mouth acts without orders.

“Hey, Ivan?”

The big man stops and turns towards you, brow furrowed in obvious irritation, as opposed to the passive irritation he displayed earlier. It sends a chill up your spine for anyone that size to stare at you like that, and you can’t keep the tremor out of your voice when you stutter, “I- I saw the, uh, the note, and…”

You’re cut off by a growl that seems to morph into words as you hear it. “You SAW it? What, did Kim have you proofread it for him? Sorry you didn’t get your chance to make me look stupid in front of everyone too, but I’m not doing an encore.” One of his massive hands settles on your chest and shoves you away from him, though it’s not violent enough to knock you off your feet. You’re left gaping at him as he stomps away and barges into the principal’s office.

You throw up your hands and stalk towards the library, suddenly fuming. You try to be NICE, and suddenly it’s your fault that Ivan’s big and scary and doesn’t know how to talk to people. Well, fine. If he wants to have a problem, he can have one.

You only just reach the library doors when you feel the building shake. You push open the doors, now more afraid than angry, and spot your classmates crowding around a window. You rush to their side of the library and peak out of a less surrounded window.

A giant, rocky… THING is marching away from the school, the masonry still falling off of its shoulders. It must have crashed through a wall!

>A) Find a private place to transform. As Paris’s only superhero, this is pretty clearly a job for you.
>B) No way! The Rabbit thief was one thing, but this is way outside of your weight-class! That doesn’t mean you can’t help, maybe you can move people out of the way, but there is no way on this Earth you’re going to fight that thing!
>C) It is your job to help, but you’re not sure you’ll be enough to stop it on your own. There is one other super-powered person in Paris who could help, but last you saw her, she cracked you in the jaw. She may not want to help, even if you CAN find her.

>>2203971
>C) It is your job to help, but you’re not sure you’ll be enough to stop it on your own. There is one other super-powered person in Paris who could help, but last you saw her, she cracked you in the jaw. She may not want to help, even if you CAN find her.

>>2204014
>A) Find a private place to transform. As Paris’s only superhero, this is pretty clearly a job for you.

>>2204014
>A) Find a private place to transform. As Paris’s only superhero, this is pretty clearly a job for you.

>>2204014
>>A) Find a private place to transform. As Paris’s only superhero, this is pretty clearly a job for you.

>>2204014
>C

>>2204014
>C) It is your job to help, but you’re not sure you’ll be enough to stop it on your own. There is one other super-powered person in Paris who could help, but last you saw her, she cracked you in the jaw. She may not want to help, even if you CAN find her.

Trying to take that on, one on one, is a bad idea. We need someone to distract it at the very least.


Also we need to figure out a superhero name at some point...

>>2204014
>C) It is your job to help, but you’re not sure you’ll be enough to stop it on your own. There is one other super-powered person in Paris who could help, but last you saw her, she cracked you in the jaw. She may not want to help, even if you CAN find her.

>>2204020
>>2204043
>>2204046
>>2204080
By just one vote, you're on your way to propose a team up! Give me a roll of 1d100, best of three, to see how it goes!

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>2204089

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>2204089

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>2204089

>>2204092
There are the rolls I knew you could make! Let's do this, boys! Writing!

>>2203971
>Horse Program
Ah. It gets my interest then.

Horse Program?

>>2204276
My Little Pony
I assume anyway

>>2204281
Ye

>>2204014
The only way you were going to manage this was with Bunny’s help. There’s no one else to ask, and a giant rock monster isn’t likely to be punched apart very easily. But where can you start looking? There’s only one person you can ask for help in tracking her down, so you charge into the nearest restroom and practically yank Ekko out of your bag. The kwami shakes himself out of the nap he must have been taking, and looks at you with a confused and worried expression.

“Lucas? What’s wrong?” On the verge of panic, you ramble to fill him in. “There’s a giant rock monster and I can’t beat it so I need help, and now I have to find the rabbit girl from yesterday!”

Ekko blinks his oversized eyes. “Okay.”

“Can you help me find her?” you ask, a pleading tone in your voice. You’ve got to face this thing at some point, and you’d hate to do it alone.

Ekko cocks his head at the question, then smiles. “Snakes have a wonderful sense of smell. Coincidently, Miraculous Wielders often taken on qualities of the animals their Kwamis resemble.” His answer teases a grin out of you as well.

“Thanks, Ekko. Bare my Fangs!”

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You slam into the alley where you met the Rabbit last night. Nothing has changed from the last time you were here. None of the bikes have moved, and even the… Oh. The bike lock was gone. The owner must have found it. You shake your head to clear it, then take a massive sniff of the air. It smells like… Paris. Or maybe air. In other words, exactly as everything has always smelled. You take a moment to think about it before remembering that snakes, unlike humans, do not smell with their nose, but with…

You hesitantly stick your tongue out. Nothing. You slowly drag it back into your mouth. Still, nothing. Huh. You scrunch your nose, wondering what you're missing. As you think, you press your tongue against the roof of your mouth, and suddenly you can smell EVERYTHING.

You can taste your sweat from last night, the metals from the Jewelry Store, and another scent. Warmer, like your sweat, but different enough to be distinct. Just as old, almost to the moment, and there was only one other person with you at the time. You don’t bother trying to hold back a victorious grin.

Gotcha.

(CONTINUED)

>>2204333
It’s clear after a few minutes that you did not, in fact, “gotch” her. The scent vanished without a trace a measly two blocks away, and it leaves your stumbling around with no real hints. Your only hope is that she’ll be somewhere near either where you left her, or where you first saw her.

The end point doesn’t seem to be leading anywhere, so you make your way back to your house, as well as the store, flicking your tongue as you run.

You’re halfway between your place and the crime scene when you catch her again, and this time, the trace is fresh. She was here only moments ago. You stop and scan the horizon, thanking whatever force created and defined the rules for kwamis that you got to keep your human vision.

Before you can pick a direction to run to, a white blur speeds up the side of the building you’re standing on, then stops in the shape of the girl you’re looking for.

“What do YOU want?” she sneers at you. “I didn’t do anything.”

“I know that,” you tell her, “I need your help.” She rolls her eyes at your needs, and drones in a bored tone, “I’m guessing you want me to fight the walking mountain with you?”

You nod, and she shrugs, suddenly looking more pleased with herself than you’d ever seen her.

“That’s what I figured. I’ll do it, but only on ONE condition.” She points an accusatory finger at you, but never loses her smirk as she says, “You cost me a lot of money with that routine last night. If you want my help with your hero work, I want YOU to help ME with MY work. My next heist, not only are you going to let me go; You’re going to help me rob the place.”

>A) You’re a hero. Heroes don’t compromise their morals just because things get tough. “No deal, Lola.”
>B) It’s… Not a good deal, but it is a fair one. What’s important is saving Paris. “... Deal.”
>C) You’re pretty sure this counts as “trying something else.” You may have bigger fish to fry, but she’ll try it with or without you. Better to take her down now “You’re seriously going to confess a crime to a superhero? Well, there goes your second chance.”

>>2204335
>B) It’s… Not a good deal, but it is a fair one. What’s important is saving Paris. “... Deal.”

>>2204335
>B

>>2204335
>>B) It’s… Not a good deal, but it is a fair one. What’s important is saving Paris. “... Deal.”

>>2204335
>B) It’s… Not a good deal, but it is a fair one. What’s important is saving Paris. “... Deal.”

>>2204335
>A) You’re a hero. Heroes don’t compromise their morals just because things get tough. “No deal, Lola.”

>>2204335
>A) You’re a hero. Heroes don’t compromise their morals just because things get tough. “No deal, Lola.”

>>2204335
>A) You’re a hero. Heroes don’t compromise their morals just because things get tough. “No deal, Lola.”

>>2204335
>C) You’re pretty sure this counts as “trying something else.” You may have bigger fish to fry, but she’ll try it with or without you. Better to take her down now “You’re seriously going to confess a crime to a superhero? Well, there goes your second chance.”

>>2204343
switching my vote to

>>A) You’re a hero. Heroes don’t compromise their morals just because things get tough. “No deal, Lola.”

>>2204349
>>2204354
>>2204357
>>2204372
No moral compromises for THIS Scarfed Crusader! Snakeman, AWAY! Writing!

>>2204420
Sorry rabbit girl but there's only one girl I would work with

Justice

>>2204335
“No deal, Lola,” you say as you cross your arms. “I’m here to save Paris. Not keep it around long enough to exploit it.” The Rabbit quirks an eyebrow at you, but doesn’t seem upset.

“... Lola?” You grit your teeth at her, frankly, shit eating expression. “The bunny from Space Jam…” you explain, and it makes her snort.

“I know that, you dork, I just can’t believe that was the first thing you thought of. You’re not even old enough to have watched that movie.” You turn away from her and coil your leg muscles, ready to jump away. If she’s not going to help, you’re not going to waste any more time with her.

Before you can jump, she steps up beside you, stretching her arms. “Alright, boy scout, let’s do this.”

“Do what?” you ask her. You can feel your jaw hanging in surprise. The Rabbit shrugs at you and says, “Why did you think I suited up before you got here? I was going anyway. If I got you to promise to help me make some money on the side, that’s just a bonus.”

Before you can even think of a way to respond, she leaps away from you and in the direction of the rock monster. Well… At least you don’t have to help her rob some place.

You finally release the tension in your legs and bound after her, feeling a sense of deja vu as you let her lead you onward.

(CONTINUED)

>>2204680
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When you finally catch up with the creature, it’s in the soccer stadium the school regularly uses for practice. Thankfully, it seems everyone’s cleared out. Well, almost everyone. The monster is being held in place thanks to a wild, spinning fight between it at what appears to be yet another animal-themed superthing. This time, the black leather, pointed ears, long tail, and eyes so bright green that you can see them from the stands marks the newcomer as a cat.

He slams some kind of staff into the back of the thing’s knee, only for it to glow, grow even bigger, and backhand him into the stands. The cat lands upside down, in a seat only a few rows down from where you’re standing. You and the Rabbit rush to help him, pulling him right side up and, after he shakes his shaggy blonde hair out his eyes, earning a smile from him.

“Hey, thanks! Say, uh, you two wouldn’t happen to have seen another superhero, have you? Should be red, with spots of some kind?” You have no idea what he’s talking about, but your temporary companion clarifies, “Like a ladybug?”

The cat flashes a charming grin, and you swear you see his eye twitch in a near wink.

“Exactly! So you have seen them?!” When you both shake your head, he practically deflates. This is like watching a living cartoon character.

“Aw, man… My-” he cuts himself off with a wide-eyed glance at you, then finishes, “If I say the word ‘Miraculous,’ does that mean anything to-”

“Yes, we’re like you,” you cut him off.

“Great!” he shouts, frustration finally slipping through his cheery mask, “Because my kwami said we can’t beat this guy without the ladybug!”

You went through a lot of trouble just to find one more super to bring to the fray, and it wasn’t even the right one!? What are you going to do now?

>A) If a thief like the rabbit was ready to fight, then the ladybug must be on their way. You just need to keep it busy until they get here.
>B) If you can find one, you can find another. Tell the others to keep it bust while you hunt down the ladybug.
>C) Screw the cat’s kwami. If the ladybug can’t bother to show up, you can take care of this on your own.
>D) Without the ladybug, it’s hopeless? Then to fight now would be risking your lives for nothing. Tell them they need to let it go until the ladybug appears.

>>2204680
>>2204684
>A) If a thief like the rabbit was ready to fight, then the ladybug must be on their way. You just need to keep it busy until they get here.

>>2204684
>C) Screw the cat’s kwami. If the ladybug can’t bother to show up, you can take care of this on your own.

>>2204684
>>A) If a thief like the rabbit was ready to fight, then the ladybug must be on their way. You just need to keep it busy until they get here.

>>2204684

>A) If a thief like the rabbit was ready to fight, then the ladybug must be on their way. You just need to keep it busy until they get here.

>>2204684
>A) If a thief like the rabbit was ready to fight, then the ladybug must be on their way. You just need to keep it busy until they get here.

>>2204684
>>C) Screw the cat’s kwami. If the ladybug can’t bother to show up, you can take care of this on your own.

The fuck kind of shitty hero waits?

>>2204688
>>2204700
>>2204711
>>2204717
Time to ROLL TO HOLD THE LINE!
Best of three, 1d100's only!

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2204817

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2204817

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2204817

>>2204821
Grats on that roll! Writing!

>>2204821
Guess we're good without her help after all

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Guys guys PANIC

We fukt, bois & grills.

>>2204905
We got a 99 how are we fucked

>>2204910
Because Marinette is even more self conscious now that we're crushing it against this rock monster so she isn't going to turn up for a while.
Problem is that she's the only one who can seal away the akumas.

>>2204923
yeah I actually just mentioned that and realized the issue

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>>2204923

Did we get ded?

>>2205060
No, sorry, I got into a fight with some guy over the technicalities of... You know what, it doesn't matter. We're about to wrap up, just let me finish this and post it.

>>2205067
Onii-chan~ please hurry~

>>2204684
“If we need the ladybug to do this, then the best we can do is keep it focused on us until they get here, right?” The cat grins and the rabbit grimaces. About what you expected. “It’s not like I have any better ideas,” your companions grouches before launching herself onto the field. The cat follows her with a whoop, and you’re right behind them.

The monster, having lost interest during your talk, is beginning to climb up and over the stadium walls. Before you can think of a way to get him down, the rabbit hits the grass and bounds up again, landing somewhere above. The next thing you hear is a painful CRACK, and the monster begins to fall back to earth. The form reveals your “friend” with a fist outstretched, covered by a… Boxing glove. When did she get a boxing glove?

The monster lands and, once again, grows larger. You see the cat in your peripheral vision about to attack again, but before he can, you hold out a hand to stop him.

“Every time we hit it as hard as we can, it gets bigger.” How do you beat something you can’t punch?!

“So, what do we do?” Technically speaking, all you had to do was keep it here until the ladybug shows up, but it would eventually simply leave if you didn’t keep its attention by attacking it. Maybe, if you attacked with a bunch of little hits, you could do damage while minimizing his growth?

Something stirs at the thought. It feels a lot like the instincts that guide your movement, or the gut feeling that taught you the words to detransform. You know what you need to do.

“Rabbit!” The girl drops from her perch and lands on the other side of you from the cat. “Yeah?” she asks. She’s quirked that brow again. It seems she caught on that you have an idea.

“Punch it. More. Go for speed, not power. Cat, sweep its legs and give her a clear shot at the face.”

The two of them break away to do as you ask. You’re surprised to see the cat trip the monster with only one swing. Sure enough, it grows again, but with your plan, that shouldn’t matter. The creature falls backwards, and you and the rabbit move in for the second, and hopefully last, part of the fight. She settles on his chin, pulls back, and delivers a vicious haymaker. You’re about to remind her what her goal is before she delivers another one just as quickly. A quick five punch combo follows, and then she has to take a deep breath. That’s your cue.

(CONTINUED)