Just before anyone posts I should probably state that these next few choices will mostly be character creation. after this starting bit I'll be able to take write-ins and have a some longer posts.

>>2522505
>>Stick within earshot of the teacher's lounge, shouting for help might make you look bad but it's better than the alternative.+1 Int

>>2522505
>>Fuck it, strength in numbers. Plus the roof usually works. +1 Cha

>>2522505
>Teachers lounge
Can the first thing we do be move away to another city so we don't interact with any canon characters?

>>2522505
>>Fuck it, strength in numbers. Plus the roof usually works. +1 Cha

Though I agree with >>2522505 in that I'd rather have our own adventure. Not like we won't be there for the big threats anyway.

>>2522564
If you have a plan for that and people vote for it then sure, but it will most likely be difficult. Being a sixteen year old.
make no mistake however, this is your adventure. it's just a bit easier to write for me if there are already some villains to play around with rather than having to come up with too many OCs with new power sets and stuff.

also we'll need a tie breaker.

>>2522505
Let's go to the teacher's lounge

>>2522505
>Declan
Haha. My name pops up in a Worm quest, of all things.

>>2522598
and we have three votes for the clever option.
writing.

Hiding from Declan and his thugs is always an option, but the problem with that is what happens when he finds you. Staying near the teachers was far less risky and much easier than picking a good enough hiding spot.
And so that's precisely what you did for the day, Luckily you didn't have to do it all the time, just when Declan was out of class, and having memorised his schedule a few weeks ago, it's easy enough to follow Mr Gladly around during lunch and shoot the shit. He's one of those teachers that tries really hard to be "cool", but he is actually pretty easy to talk with once you establish a higher level of communication.
He's still a bit awkward though.

Eventually the abattoir of the mind that is Winslow High opens it's gates, bringing forth a new set of problems for you. It's almost four o'clock. Father is home, and most likely not sober enough to be nice. You'd much prefer if he worked days instead of nights.

Guess it's time to?
>>go to your usual haunt, the old chemical plant near the docks. It shut down a while ago and the Hobo's are too scared to live in it. You've set up an old couch there, and it has power so you can charge your phone and use the 4G to shitpost.
>>Take a walk down the boardwalk. maybe see some superheroes on patrol.
>>Wander through the ship graveyard, you found some of L33T's old tinkertech scrap there once and sold it for almost a hundred bucks.

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>>2522619
you now have +1 Int that's a bonus on all int related checks.

>>2522619
>>Wander through the ship graveyard, you found some of L33T's old tinkertech scrap there once and sold it for almost a hundred bucks.

>>2522619
>>Take a walk down the boardwalk. maybe see some superheroes on patrol.

>>2522619

>>Take a walk down the boardwalk. maybe see some superheroes on patrol.

>>2522626

>>2522626
Supporting

three votes for graveyard trawling, writing now

>>2522690
Just curious but do you have a power set picked out already or will we have some options?

From where you are now, it's easy to say that perhaps coming here was a poor choice. Hindsight is twenty twenty and all that. Perhaps entering the one part of the city frequented by all three major gangs was a silly idea, perhaps it would have been better to chill out somewhere or just go home.
The gentleman currently dragging you by the legs into what appears to be a rather ghetto operating room says something kind of like that, or at least you assume he does given that your ears don't seem to work alongside the rest of your body.
Sedatives are a bitch.

And now for a history lesson, or perhaps local politics. The ABB or Azn Bad Boys, are one of the three major gangs in the city of Brockton Bay. They are led by two parahumans, Lung and Oni Lee both of which are hideously powerful in their own special ways. They mostly make their money, at least according to a documentary you watched some time ago, through the selling of Heroin, prostitutes and body parts to buyers both domestic and foreign.

You dimly register being pushed onto a table and roughly secured, restraints going taught around your ankles and wrists as a man shaped silhouette ushers another out of the room, before adjusting the table you're on until it fits some strange criteria. It is at this point that your body begins to oust the sedatives from your system.
"--king hell, whoever grabbed you had a good eye. those teeth alone are going to be worth a mint."
You are shocked into consciousness proper a few moments later, when the first incision is made.
"Ah he's awake, someone get me the nitrous oxide."
You giggle softly to yourself as the man above carves away at your body.
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Far above the earth and some time ago, two great entities are at an impasse.
[Molecular Processor]

[Disagreement, Physical Dexterity Package]

[Low Priority, Probability Of Purpose Fulfilment Low]

[Useful Data, Untested]

Both pause for a moment as ideas and arguments are transmitted at the speed of thought. Potential outcomes are calculated and discarded faster than any computer while milliseconds pass.

[Both]
[Agreement]

>>2522722
>implying we're gonna get powers
Batman route incoming
Watch out Jack Slash

>>2522735
There's already a Batman type. Didn't work out for him until near the end.

You awaken with a grin on your face, laughing gas still being pumped into your body as the surgeon from before steps out, lighting up a cigarette as he goes.
You wait until he leaves the room, then frantically check yourself over for damage, finding to your dismay that he has removed your right arm.
Your remaining limbs are still chained to the table, but the lack of arm does give you some more room to manoeuvre.

>>try to get your arms out of the restraints. DC:???
gimme a d20, best of three.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2522766

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2522766

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2522766
Fingers crossed

>>2522768
>>2522782
>>2522783
Well guess we're staying.

You kind of expected that to be difficult, the restraints are made of thick material and are chained to the table. while you do have some trouble with your feet, your remaining arm just sort of slips out of the manacle.

You take your shoes off as quickly as you can, and as you'd suspected your foot also comes out rather easily.
Less comforting of a thought is the feeling of your bones shifting as you slip out of your restraints.

[Shard Function discovered: Flexibility]

You now find yourself in a bit of a pickle however. You have no idea how many other gangsters are in the building, and flexibility while useful, won't help against a dozen men with guns.
The realisation almost wipes the smile off your face.
"Oh Shit, Oh Holy Fucking Shit."
After a brief second of panicked muttering to yourself, your eyes meander over to a cooler near the operating table, chemicals and surgical gear strewn across the top.
And the [NEED] hits you like a ton of bricks.

Roll me a d20 for WILL DC:???

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2522804

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2522804
Need?

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2522804

>>2522834
wooooooo
we have a winnar
writing

>>2522735

>Going after one of the 9
>As a normie with no powers at all

Good fucking luck there man

>>2522834

And nice roll

For just a moment your mind becomes a whirling mass of ideas, chemical formulae and blueprints taking up every inch of your skull and clamouring to be let free, you catch yourself halfway through sowing your arm back on before you wrest control of your body back from your maddeningly buzzing mind.

Oh man, this is fucked.

>>Finish putting your arm back on? Y/N?

The room consists of a lot of freezers and two man sized tables, with all sorts of surgery equipment and chemicals.
The surgeon from earlier is going to be back any minute. and you might be going nuts.
There is one window which is two storeys up, and opens above an alley, it's a tight fit but you might be able to squeeze through. Landing will be hard though.
the surgeon took your shirt off, but you still have your knife in your trouser pockets and there's scalpels and bonesaws around.

>>Hide somewhere and gank the bastard when he comes back.
>>Defenestrate yourself and hope for a soft landing
>>Build something before the dude can get back.

Status: Disarmed (heh)

>>2522871

>>Yes
>>Hide somewhere and gank the bastard when he comes back.

>>2522871
>Reattach arm
>Gank doc by way of defenestration

>>2522871

>Y
>>Defenestrate yourself and hope for a soft landing

So, the shard function is being flexible? Is that how I'm reading it

I've just woken up after passing out from work so I'm not 100%

>>2522884
one of the shard's functions is that you're way more flexible. that's not necessarily it though.

>>2522888

Ah alright, got it. And hey nice dubs and trips

definitely reattaching arm, just need some consensus on what comes after.

>>2522890

I'll take a switch to trying to gank the doc

okay so we're engaging in violence
roll me another d20
DC:???

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2522906

Watch this spicy 1/20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2522906

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2522906

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2522906

>>2522908
NIce one lads
lemme just write

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Well the bastard who's shoddy work you now find yourself fixing will be back soon, so you should probably finish up fast. After about a minute you curl your fingers experimentally, arm now satisfactorily attached to your torso, just in time for mister cutty to come back through the door and let out a gasp of surprise as you stare at him over your shoulder.

A second passes until you both start to move, and boy do you fucking move. By the time he's pulled out his gun, you already have a scalpel lodged in his collarbone just a bit below the artery. A quick jiggle rectifies your error and causes him to fall to the ground, blood spraying from his neck.

Ah, you may have just killed him.
[-1 Karma]
>>how do you take that?

You pull his body back into the room and ponder on your options, somewhat bothered by how not-bothered you are by this man's death.
It's fucked up, and even kind of funny. You're giggling again.

>>out the window. there could be others.
>>he should have a phone on him, you could just call the cops?
>>out the front door, you're a cape now. So fuck it right?
>>He isn't dead yet right? and you're in a surgery. +1 Karma

>>2522929
*Inevitable Death rather.

>>2522929
>>out the window. there could be others.
Can't wait to bonesaw some mofos

>>2522929
>>out the window. there could be others
Time to gtfo

>>2522929
>He had it coming, Mutilate his body a little
>out the window. there could be others.


Aww fuck yeah, vendetta with the ABB first thread

>>2522929

>>out the window. there could be others

He isn't our problem

>>yeah sorry about the stabbing but I'm out.
writing

After another brief moment of panic, during which your giggling escalates into full blown belly laughs, you decide that the window will most likely make the best way down, and it's time for you to go home, de-stress and think all this bullshit through.

Once again your newfound abilities come into play here, allowing you to swiftly make your way out the window and down to the ground, at first you were somewhat startled by the two storey drop.
But it appears that you're as good at landings as you are sewing.

You curl into a ball as you hit the ground, and roll several times before bouncing back to your feet a second later.

Now you need somewhere to chill and think this through, It's dark out but you don't know whether Father will be at work by now.

>>Take a chance, It'd be nice to see Mom as well. She'll be worried.
>>Nah, there's no guarantee he'll even have went to work, head somewhere else. (The old Chemical plant? A random docks building?)
>>You have powers now, doesn't that mean you should go to the PRT?

>>2522968
>>Take a chance, It'd be nice to see Mom as well. She'll be worried.
Last risk we took worked out all things considered.

>>2522968
>PRT
Wait so we sewed our arm back on and we can just use it?

>>2522975
it works good enough to stab people with.

>>2522968
>>>Take a chance, It'd be nice to see Mom as well. She'll be worried.

Fuck, should have set the place on fire.
Oh well, next time

>>2522940

>>Take a chance, It'd be nice to see Mom as well. She'll be worried.

You know considering we've fucked up someone from the ABB I gotta ask. Nanking when?

>>2522978
just to clarify, you don't really know what you did to your arm, but it works now.

>>2522968
>>>Take a chance, It'd be nice to see Mom as well. She'll be worried.
PRT? Haha, no thanks.

>>2522978
So flexibility and some level of regenerative ability so far. Perhaps increased speed as well? Looking a lot like a Brute here.

>>2522985
whats nanking?

>>I need an adult.
probably a good idea.writing

>>2522992
You Japanese?

>>2522996
no?

>>2522996
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanking_Massacre Link related?

Walking home you get a couple of weird looks, apparently a perpetually smiling shirtless guy is weird. well whaddya know?
As you finally knock on the door, you ponder on whether you should tell mom about what just happened. It could be bad.

>>tell mom the truth.
>>Tell her you have powers, but not what happened.
>>Don't tell her anything.
>>Write in.


>>2522997
just noticed I wasn't the one being quoted. woops

>>2523004
>>tell mom the truth.

>>2523004
>Tell her you have powers, but not what happened

>>2523004
>>>Don't tell her anything.

>>2523004
>>Tell mom the truth

We're a good boy

>>2523004
>>>Don't tell her anything.

I'm tired of the always honest quest mc type

>>2523021
We're already off that path by not going to the PRT

>>2523004
>>Don't tell her anything.
When she asks just say we got in a fight or something.

three for don't tell her.
writing

>>2523003
Goddamn dude

Your mind is made up almost before you get there, if you tell her you have powers she'll worry. that'll annoy Father and she'll get hurt again. Then they'll both force you into the PRT, Father'll do it for the money and mom will do it to keep you safe. You can't make that choice yet, what if they find out you killed that guy? It's too risky.

The door opens and Mike's there. Mike is your little brother. He's four years younger than you and thinks you're the absolute coolest. He also looks more like your mom, something you've always been a bit jealous of to be fair. Round features compared to your thin and long face.

"You're late bro, what took you so long? Come on, mom made spaghetti."
He waves you in before bringing you into the kitchen "She's asleep upstairs, I got her to calm down but she'll probably be mad in the morning."

Oh fuck.
You sit down and let out a long breath, finally able to relax. "Thanks man, for covering for me. You know what time it is?"
He just points to the clock on the wall, Showing 10:30.

"You should probably go grab a shirt dude or you'll get spag-bol all down yourself. And what's with the creeper smile?"

That actually does wipe the smile off your face, unfortunately you have to make a conscious effort to keep it there. "Oh it's nothing man, it's really stupid. You probably wouldn't even think it was funny."
He shrugs as if to say "fair enough."

"I gotta head to bed, see you tomorrow bro." he yawns and stands up, headed towards his room.

"Yeah see you then."

The house is a fairly simple affair, two stories with three bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen/dining room. All perfectly maintained and cleaned. it seems nice enough from the outside. Your room is downstairs, and is the smallest of the three, with just enough space for your bed and an old TV.
One microwaved bowl of spaghetti later and you're stood in front of your mirror, poking at your face.
As far as you can tell, it seems like your scary-ass serial killer smile has become your body's new default expression, you can still make other faces, it just takes a bit of effort.
Also your arm seems to still be properly attached, so that's cool.

You sit on your bed, and eventually sleep takes you.

I'm gonna have to call it a day as well lads. I'll be back tomorrow. around 4 or 5 GMT.

I'll try to answer any feedback or questions that you may have in the next hour or so

>>2522871
>For just a moment your mind becomes a whirling mass of ideas, chemical formulae and blueprints taking up every inch of your skull and clamouring to be let free, you catch yourself halfway through sowing your arm back on before you wrest control of your body back from your maddeningly buzzing mind.
>>Build something before the dude can get back.
>>2522929
>>He isn't dead yet right? and you're in a surgery. +1 Karma
>>2523114
Do we have Tinker powers?

>>2523126
Yes

>>2523129
Are we OP?
Bonesaw 2.0?

Also doesn't the trigger event for a tinker need to build up for a long time?

>>2523114
If we chose a different location at the beginning would our powers have been different, since they depend on the trigger situation?

>>2523135
You definitely aren't bonesaw, but your speciality is close enough to biology that you can do things like surgery.
You're powerful, but not quite S tier like any of the big guys.

and while the situation that made you trigger then was an immediate problem, you do have a long term problem with no clear solution.
I've dropped some fairly big hints to that.

>>2523144
there would be small differences, if you went to the boardwalk, you would have had to fight Hookwolf. So you'd have slightly more immediate power manifestations

>>2523144
Seems obvious, they choosed Intelligence character and "Go find tinkertech in the graveyard" and we got Tinker+ some stuff.

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Alright so i got back early, I have something to go to at seven. But I can run for a few hours.
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You awaken in a panic, desperately scrabbling at your non-functioning alarm.
Oh wait, Saturday.

After quickly getting dressed in a green top and some jeans, you head downstairs and face the music. Your mom is a particularly short woman, with curly brown hair and soft eyes, It's fairly awkward at first, with Mike already sat at the table and eating breakfast.

"And just where were you last night?"

Roll for lying to your mother. gonna need a d20 and some sort of excuse.
DC: Hard

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2525123
>”Well...Imayofaccidentallyendeduponadateandidontknowwhattodohelp”

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2525123
I ran into some ABB thugs and had to escape and hide for a few hours.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2525123
What >>2525174 said.

>>2525174
a good lie, as lies go. and believable too.
writing.

And so you spin a tale of panicked screams, and desperate flight from Rowdy Oriental Youths culminating in your daring escape by way of dumpstering yourself after passing a corner. Truly your inspired oratory and masterfully woven narrative pulls not only the wool, but several other fabrics over the eyes of your mother and brother.
"So how'd you lose your shirt?"
Fuck you Mike.
"Oh It was all gross after jumping in the trash so I left it there, luckily my pant's weren't that bad."

And with that final statement, your safety from your mother's wrath is assured. The much lesser admission of ruined shirt serving as an admirable distraction from the truth.
The rest of breakfast passes with only a minor scolding, and a reminder that mom bought you that phone for a reason dammit. Use it to call someone next time.

The rest of the day is up to you, the world is your oyster.
Of course eventually your mind switches to the fact you're now a cape, and the gnawing desire to create at the back of your mind.
>>It isn't that bad, just chill a bit. The only guy who knows what happened is dead now, and your little bro wants to head into town with you.
>>Maybe you should check out what your powers actually are, you'd hate to accidentally laser someone to death or some bullshit like that.
>>Grab some metal scrap from the junkyard near here, the dude in charge sells it cheap and you have about thirty bucks give or take some change.
>>Maybe do some research on capes, see if it helps you figure this bullshit out.
>>Write in

Barnaby
Status:OK
[???] 5/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on.

Yeah so I’m gonna be in town for a couple of hours guys, but feel free to vote, discuss ask questions, I’ll be monitoring the thread via phone.

>>2525263
>>It isn't that bad, just chill a bit. The only guy who knows what happened is dead now, and your little bro wants to head into town with you.
Lets hang out with lil bro

>>2525263
>Chill out for now, head into town with little bro

>Try and free some time in your schedule for powers experimentation in the future.

>>2525263
>>>Grab some metal scrap from the junkyard near here, the dude in charge sells it cheap and you have about thirty bucks give or take some change.

>>2525263
>>>Grab some metal scrap from the junkyard near here, the dude in charge sells it cheap and you have about thirty bucks give or take some change.
Wait, we went to our house without shirt and no one noticed the stitch in our arm? Or there is no stitch?

>>2525355
Sorry for the late reply, on me way home now.
The stitching is mostly on the inside, what little of a seam there is was covered by the dark and the fact that you came home late enough that only your little bro saw you.

Alright lads I'm back.

>>2525263
>Grab some metal scrap from the junkyard near here, the dude in charge sells it cheap and you have about thirty bucks give or take some change.

>>2525874
and buying some metal from a dodgy junk dealer makes the first to three.
writing

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Joe's junkyard is a treasure trove, it always was. The way it worked was fairly simple, he'd charge you to go in and then he'd weigh whatever you couldn't sneak past him, charging you again by the kilogram. It was practically extortion but sometimes you'd find something really worth going in for, like a carburettor or some old tinkertech. It's like the lottery, but with busted cars.

At about midday you find yourself picking through old car wrecks and clambering through junk piles in search of chromium and nickel.
You barely even have enough change to get the bus home, but four kilos worth of metal isn't to be sneezed at. It's even kind of therapeutic, finding more of what you need gives you a hell of an endorphin rush.
You don't exactly know what you need it for yet, but you reckon it's gonna be pretty cool when you have enough.

Eventually you leave with a fair chunk of scrap in your backpack and with substantially emptier pockets than when you went in, Joe counting his new cash behind you.

Of course you can't take this home, Father will be in by now. And he will ask Questions.
>>There's all sorts of old busted buildings near the Docks, some of them will have to have power still running.
>>You haven't been to the chem plant in a while, there's all sorts of stuff there. Just watch your step and look out for Hobo's and Merchants.
>>Write in.

Barnaby
Status:OK
[???] 3/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on.

>>2526089
>There's all sorts of old busted buildings near the Docks, some of them will have to have power still running.

>Chem Plant
And while we're there take stock of our powers. Tinker with something like a biology focus...

>>2526089
>>>You haven't been to the chem plant in a while, there's all sorts of stuff there. Just watch your step and look out for Hobo's and Merchants.
We are a cape now, nothing to worry about. The merchants are very weak anyways.

>>2526122

>Going for capedom

Wild Card ending or bust

>>2526089

Also

>>There's all sorts of old busted buildings near the Docks, some of them will have to have power still running.

>>2526154

I'll switch to chem plant

>>2526139
I mean we are a Para.

Ohhh yeahhh
Time to Tinker in possibly the least subtle place anywhere in the city.
writing

>>2526220
Oh, we didn't account for that. And now I remember what was said about tinkers back in Kid Win's interlude. Shit.

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The old chemical plant used to belong to the same guys in charge of Medhall, some big pharmaceutical company based near the Boardwalk, but they sold it off a couple years back and it never ended up actually being used for anything or even being torn down. As far as you can tell it now exists in some sort of fucked up Limbo where nobody actually owns it but it can't be torn down.
The plant itself consists of three buildings. The warehouse, which is where you set up your couch. The factory floor, which kills approximately twenty homeless people a year from falling in the vats of weird chemicals. And the managerial office, which got trashed in a three way fight between Squealer(A Mad Max villain complete with crazy explosive muscle cars), Hookwolf(a guy made of chainsaws) and Oni Lee(who is a teleporting cloner with a bomb vest)

So that place is SUPER fucked.

Luckily you have a really nice sofa in the warehouse, and more importantly the only key. You took it from what remains of the foreman's office when you first came through here and decided to make it your own.

So yeah, time to knuckle down and build some shit.
Ideas Swirl and churn unending.
[Tinkering Tutorial]
So it works kinda like this, unless you specifically want to build something, you roll a d20, and I consult my list of random gadgets. These will rarely be as cool as something you actually plan on making, and will rely less on your speciality in order to function.
In addition, you choose a single way in which what you create is superior to a non tinker version of whatever you create.

>>Option 1: [POWER]
>>Option 2 [RELIABILITY]
>>Option 3 [UTILITY]

choose one and roll me a d20.
highest score get's picked.
higher is not necessarily better.

>>2526198

>>Option 1: [POWER]

Wait a minute, I just had a great idea for something to attempt down the road

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2526311
>>>Option 2 [RELIABILITY]

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2526318

Ah shit, also I reveal my true form

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2526311
>>Option 2 [RELIABILITY]

Some reliability before power.
Utility would be neat to

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2526318
Rolling for POWER

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>>2526333
just writing.

Several hours of work later, you step back from your scavenged tools and breathe deeply, the oppressive pang in the back of your head sated, at least for now.
It looks kind of like a sausage machine fucked a DVD player. Although that may have something to do with the old (and broken) DVD player you built it out of.
As far as you can tell, metal goes in the top and some weird alloy comes out the bottom in thin sheets, roughly a quarter inch thick in the centre and about the size of a playing card, with a sharp edge.

After a bit of testing, you discover that holy shit is this stuff great, it's tough sharp and pretty heat resistant. The (admittedly old and shitty) welder you have can't melt or warp it, even after like ten minutes.

Huh, nice.

It's pretty late.
You have ten Inconel cards.
about three bucks.
and a pocket knife.

Barnaby
Status:OK
[NEED] 0/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on, also you made some weird metal.

>>Go home, you already scared mom once.
>>test your other powers, this is awesome.
>>Tinker MOAR.
>>Write in

>>2526460
>>test your other powers, this is awesome.

>>2526460

>>test your other powers, this is awesome.

I'm gonna give it five more minutes, then I'll write power testing unless we have a sudden shift. I think we pretty much have a consensus.

>>2526460
>>>test your other powers, this is awesome.

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Normally this is the point where you'd go home, but you still need to test out your other powers. This is way too cool to put off.
And to think all you had to do was be abducted and almost dissected in order to have the super powers you always wanted.

After a few seconds of moping, you quickly set about trying to figure out exactly what your powers actually are. You know that you're flexible enough to deform your bones and escape handcuffs but it still comes as a bit of a surprise when you bend more than ninety degrees backwards. The effortless
forward somersault back to a standing position is just the icing on the cake and you swiftly find yourself cartwheeling around the room, even juggling your incredibly sharp alloy cards at one point.

You don't seem to be any stronger but you were never exactly weak for your age either, you were just coming up against guys for whom violence(and lifting) came naturally.
After cutting yourself with your pocket knife a few times you come to the conclusion that you are in no way super durable. Just regular skin and muscle.

Your investigations are interrupted by a sound, someone is fiddling with the door handle to the warehouse.

Shit, plan?
>>Hide somewhere, anywhere.
>>Grab your tech and leg it.
>>There are windows, maybe go see who they are?
>>Write in.

>>2526608
>>2526608
>>Grab your tech and leg it.

>>2526608

>>There are windows, maybe go see who they are?

Just quickly as possible and then we grab our tech and legging it

>>2526608
>>>There are windows, maybe go see who they are?

I'm gonna give it ten more minutes before cutting off the votes and writing.

>>2526608
>>There are windows, maybe go see who they are?

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Honestly despite the scare you got this might not be too bad, it could just be a couple of inquisitive hobos or some dumb kids looking for a place to chill.

You pull a scarf up around your face before you pull the blinds, mostly expecting some scraggly homeless guy on the other side.

Certainly not Rune and Stormtiger knocking on the door.

Fuck, you should have been more careful. Tinkers are always in high demand due to how bullshit they can be, and a shitload of sudden power draw into a previously abandoned location does seem like a bit of a tip off once you think of it a bit.

[Rune, A telekinetic Villain working with Empire 88]
[Stormtiger, an aerokinetic Villain working with Empire 88]
[Empire 88, one of the three main Villain gangs in the City. Neo Nazis]

Rune waves to you as you close the blinds.

Not to worry, there are back doors, and you're fast as fuck. you quickly grab your weird tinker thing(you're gonna have to name it at some point) and sprint to the back, opening the door just in time to hear the front door burst open and for a deep, Swedish accent to ring out through the warehouse.
"Come on boy, let's not make this difficult. Come quietly and you can be assured a place of honour within our ranks."

Barnaby
Status:OK
[NEED] 2/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on, made a cool alloy thing.

The chemical plant is somewhat isolated, being built on what used to be a dock on the far north side of the bay. In order to leave you would have to circle around to the front of the warehouse, or go through the main processing plant. Did I mention how dangerous that is?

Plan?
>>circle around to the front, see if you can get out that way.
>>into the massive room full of rusted through catwalks and giant gone-off chemical vats.
>>Some other better Idea (Write in)

>>2526813
>>>Some other better Idea (Write in)

Jump out a window into the bay and swim away.

Good luck trying to find us at night in dark waters.

>>2526813

>>into the massive room full of rusted through catwalks and giant gone-off chemical vats.
>"I gotta ask something about Empire: Do you believe the Holocaustnever happened? Or are you those Nazi boy scout groups who believe that the Holocaust did happen and it's the best?"

I genuinely want to know

>>2526816

Boy we'd end up getting lost just as easily as swastika force would be able to lose us.

>>2526813
> jump out the window and take a swim.
Fuck it, worst case we can dump the machine if they catch us

Lets look out the window they said, whats the worst that could happen.
I wonder if the nazis found us cause that surgeon had a bit of life in him left

>>2526843

The surgeon is a chinklad. Likelyhood of that is minimal

>>2526848
oh jeez, i got the gangs mixed.
Not sure how i made that error

>>2526859

Ah don't worry. Both are assholes just in different flavors

alright, I'll cut the voting here.
roll me a d20-1 for trying to swim while carrying a machineTM

Rolled 9 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2526871
If this guys don't kill us our parents will.

Rolled 16 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2526871

Alright let's go

>>2526876

Who knows?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2526871

Now the DC for this is 16, so you're gonna need one more roll I'm afraid.

Rolled 7 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>2526871

>>2526889
ah, nvm
writing

>>2526889

You mean 16 as the primary roll so like what I got? Or a 17?

>>2526902
Sorry man, you would’ve needed to roll a seventeen

DC16
Highest roll 15 total

You're just about to hurl yourself into the bay, you reckon that they can't track you through tides this dark and, stormtiger can't control water.
Unfortunately this plan requires you to get into the water first, and a split second of hesitation has you being blown backwards towards the door you just opened by gale force winds.
You twist your body as you're pulled away from the water's edge, allowing you to stay on your feet but you drop your machine from the shock. Metal parts clashing against the concrete flooring.

Stormtiger is standing at the back entrance to the warehouse, silhouetted against the light coming from within as he watches you back slowly towards the jetty. He is shirtless, with a metal tiger mask on his face and chains around his forearms.

"Really now? You seem much less protective of that tech than most tinkers I've met. Now how about we have a quick talk you and I. I'm sure that you're a smart kid, you can see where this is going. Why not-"

His speech is interrupted by a voice calling from above who you can only assume is Rune.
"Protectorate's almost here boss, we gotta do this quick."

His cocky smile turns into a grimace of irritation as he stops still for a second, then hunches forwards into a boxer's stance.
"Fuck it... just give up kid. You're coming with me."

[Stormtiger battle OST: Rock You (Like A Hurricane)]

Barnaby
Status:Minor bruises
[???] 7/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on. made strange alloys.
You have a knife, several sharp playing card sized sheets of metal. a couple of pennies, and a lot of rotting wooden crates around you.
Stormtiger is rushing you for a haymaker.
You are wearing a mask over your face, only your eyes can be seen.
>>Evade, you might be faster than him.
>>A knife could end this fast. You don't think he's any tougher than a regular guy.
>>Stay at range, you have throwing weapons.
>>hahahahHAHAHAHAHAH
>>Write in

>>2526960
>>>Stay at range, you have throwing weapons.

>>2526960

>>Stay at range, you have throwing weapons.

Plus, time to test how the shit goes on a human being.

I'm all for becoming a mad scientist Genius: The Transgression style with their shenanigans if possible

>>2526960
>>>Stay at range, you have throwing weapons.

roll me a d20 then lads
+1
DC 15

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Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2526975
Catch these!

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2526975

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2526975

>>2526985
noice, writing

DC15 VS 17 total

Stormtiger pushes forwards with a small cyclone, moving faster than any normal man. But you're just a little bit faster. You extend your arm like a whip, and three terribly sharp metal sheets fly almost faster than the human eye can see. The first is deflected with a blast of air while the second coils around the Nazi's body, pulled into the cyclone just behind him. The last "Card" actually loops around his raised arms and air blasts, nimbly dodging all his attempts to stop it before burying itself deep into his collarbone.

"FUCKING TINKERS!"

Stormtiger staggers from the impact, hand coming up to put pressure on the wound. It's not bleeding that badly, but you can only imagine it's rather painful, the card having sheared through flesh and bone. He's close now though, and while he's hurt. He doesn't look to be slowing down.

Barnaby
Status:OK
[NEED] 9/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on. you made some sort of bullshit homing throwing card.
>>Stab him
>>Cut him with the cards some more.
>>Evade and make distance.
>>Better plan?

this might be the last update for a few hours as I have college. as always feel free to ask questions, discuss stuff and give advice.

>>2527059
have to leave in about an hour to get to college, so I can keep running till then.

>>2527059
>>Stab him

>>2527059

>>Better plan?

Alright let's throw some more cards to distract/ harm and rush in to stab the shit out of him with the pocket knife

So QMman, how far can we go with tinkertech shenanigans?

>>2527075
I can't tell you what your speciality actually is, but what I will tell you is that the two uses of it so far have been the fringe cases. The places where your tinker speciality "kinda" works out. It's actually fairly weak compared to someone like Bonesaw or Hero, but It is very vague. And as a result, can be applied to quite a lot.

>>2527089

Well Hero and Bonesaw had some pretty wild shit for tinker shenanigans so eh

>>2527059
>>>Stab him

>>2527098
Fair enough, those are bad examples. What I'm trying to say is, your Tinker powers are actually Kinda weak, just very versatile.

And we have
>>Stab Him
as our choice
roll me some D20+1's

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2527107
Go for the eyes barnaby

Rolled 16 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2527106
That's good, Taylor seemed weak at first and look how far she went.
>>2527107

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>2527107

Here comes one fresh and spicy 1

>>2527113

Speaking of how'll we top bullying the apocalypse to suicide? Weaponize the Sleeper?

>>2527127
Whoa
writing

>>2527127

I mean...a 20

>>2527127
I've already thought of exploring those things we didn't see in the serial, it would be really cool. But Khepri said Sleeper wasn't "worth the trouble", and that could mean whatever he does wouldn't do much against the entity.

Nice twenty one by the way.

>>2527140

I always interpreted that line as that as the Sleeper would cause far more problems than the Endbringers, S9, and Scion ever could've. Mainly considering she still didn't bodyjack him just to get him out of the way.

Besides, he's considered an S class threat just like the Endbringers, Nilbog and the 9

And thanks

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Stormtiger lurches forwards, claws of air rotating at thousands of miles an hour around his fingertips as he reaches for your face, clearly wanting to end this fight as soon as possible.
The knife comes up.
It's a simple thing, stainless steel with a rubber grip. But in your hands it is an artist's brush. You tear at his face and chest, puncturing both lungs and ripping a massive slash across his face in a single beautiful movement then stepping back as your scarf is ripped away.
The last things that stormtiger perceives before his makeshift lobotomy.
Is a smiling face, and a high pitched laugh.

This actually will be my last post, probably until five or so gmt today. I shall be monitoring this thread via phone, so feel free to ask and discuss.

>>2527151

Well. Just lobotomized one of the 88 with just a pocket knife. Pretty good start I say for our Parahuman career

Is there a particular reason why when we get plenty violent you choice to have Mr. J as a spoiler image? Are...are we an alternate version of Jack?

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>>2527151
Our passenger is really fucked up. I hope Othala can heal him in time, but whatever happens we are gonna get some reputation.

So, something that's gonna come up someday. Our supah suit! I say we should make something like Stain, but whatever we do I want a mask that lets people see our smile.

>>2527169
The name of this quest is a Killing Joke reference, You are perpetually smiling and you have razor sharp throwing cards. I'm sure you can take the hint

>>2527174

I'd say hold off on it until we get a grasp of our Tinkertech

>>2527176

Well my asshole is certainly clenched at being Tinkertech Joker

>>2527151
In the meantime, here is a list of things I would like to do in the quest
>Meet Nilbog and ask him to make real life Pokemon
>Check on the parahuman forum. If Zion can nail the writing I'll crown him.
>Lets talk to Bambina before the Leviathan fight, she was a fun character. No ulterior motives I swear... (sound of sirens in the distance) Oh shit, they found me!
>Separate Bonesaw from the nine. Contessa did it quite easy but of course, she's fucking Contessa. But whatever it takes to prevent the god awful S9K arc. And Riley is one of the best villains of the story, would't it be great to replace Jack as her defacto Joker figure?

>>2527225

Where the fuck is Nilbog again?

>>2527229
In somewherestates. Idk, we'll check when we are ready.

>Get Skitter a better name. (Don't have one yet, work in progress)

>>2527234

We gotta get her as a partner, we'll make our own group of parahuman criminals. With blackjack and hookers

I'm now paranoid that that [???] is our kill count, and something will happen at 20.

Jeeze OP you're making me want to start a worm quest too...

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Mixed news everyone, I'm horribly ill.
So I'll be running for most of today.
Hooray.

Interlude Select
>>Assualt: Defective Detective.
>>Kaiser: Well Shit.

>>2527364
>>Kaiser: Well Shit.

>>2527364
>>Kaiser: Well Shit.
Let’s see how things are going on at the 88’s

>>2527364
>>Kaiser: Well Shit.

>>2527364
>Kaiser: Well Shit.

>>2527364
>>Kaiser: Well Shit.

I'm hyped for more (not)Joker in worm adventures.

Anyone else getting Madder Red vibes?

Sorry, fell asleep
writing now.

>>2527439
no problem sleep if you are tired

It all started off so well, that was the kicker. Your man in the power grid reports a surge and you send your most personable pair to go and retrieve the new Tinker. If they're an undesirable then Stormtiger kills them and drops the body in the bay, it was all going to be so easy.
But now Stormtiger is in PRT custody, and from what your informants say he is now a dribbling idiot, this will cost you greatly to fix.
You'll have to break him out of course, It would not do to let a man languish in the care of the so called heroes when he could be healed up and sent back to work.
But you receive the intended message from this loud and clear.
"I am more trouble than you need right now. Leave me alone."

Even now your contacts in Europe funnel resources and parahumans to your new Empire, Soon it will not be so difficult to force this new cape into the fold, let your enemies tire themselves against an unknown, You are destined for greater things.
Your preparations are too thorough for this to be anything more than a minor setback.

Interlude Ends
Famous last words.

A new day dawns on Brockton Bay, and our good friend Barnaby awakes to a quiet house on a Sunday Morning, once more you have no actual restrictions on what to do today beyond your lack of funds, an issue which is swiftly becoming pressing.
You start the day by pulling on some clothes and pondering your plans over breakfast, as well as the events of the previous night.
Your machine still functions,you test it with some of your leftover scrap and it seems to convert any kind of metal into that weird alloy.
You currently have it hidden at the back of your closet.

You have eleven "cards".
You have your pocket knife.

And now the great question, what are you even going to do with these powers? You've already fought a supervillain, so that kind of makes you a hero you guess.
But you might not qualify for heroic status, for... knife reasons.

>>You need money right, why not beat up criminals and nick their shit?
>>You could come up with some stuff to rob a bank, everyone probably already thinks you're a villain so why not at least get some money out of it?
>>You could probably still join the PRT you guess, it might be risky though.

Whatever you pick, if you made enough money you might be able to move out and get your own place. that'd be a hell of a thing.

Barnaby
Status:OK
[NEED] 0/20
[???] 1/20
Current power Understanding: Flexible, Fast and you sewed your arm back on, totally wrecked Stormtiger with a knife and some playing cards.

>>2527461
>>>You could probably still join the PRT you guess, it might be risky though.
Sounds nice desu.

>>2527461
>>You need money right, why not beat up criminals and nick their shit?

>>2527466
just a quick reminder, you murdered one guy and lobotomised another

>>2527461
>Rob a bank
Also I say we try to tinker up some kind of biological power generator. Best way to hide our work is to not rely on the grid.

>>2527473
Although admittedly in self defence

>>2527461
>>You could probably still join the PRT you guess, it might be risky though.
Self defence is the best defence.

You know I was more hoping we could get, of all things, Musical Empowerment. Not some crappy shit like summon rats via flutes but more on the Twisted Metal side where we summon Lightning and fire with metal guitars. Maybe with a slight tinker rating to build a flaming axe guitar and lightning spewing Amps.

>>2527461
>You need money right, why not beat up criminals and nick their shit?
Let's lay low for now.

two votes for trying to join the Protectorate
One for engaging a life of villainy
One for just being a regular vigilante

let's get some more votes lads.

>>2527511
Let's make that two for vigilantism

>>2527461
>>You could probably still join the PRT you guess, it might be risky though.

>>2527515
That’s three for the PRT

Alright, not quite what i was expecting but sure.
writing.

>>2527461
>You need money right, why not beat up criminals and nick their shit?

Shit, we're joining the Protectorate? They have a dude we just lobomized in custody. Also PRT refers to the Parahuman Response Team, which is the task force composed of non-capes.

>>2527524
the two are kinda interchangeable in common parlance, like how people who aren't really knowledgeable about it might mix up the FBI and NSA.

After the events of yesterday you come to a rather quick conclusion, being on your own is scary as shit and really hard. If Stormtiger had backup with him (that wasn't distracted by the protectorate) you might not have made it out, especially as you haven't actually got the money to really build anything.

In the end you decide to check out the Protectorate, they get all sorts of stuff for capes to join up, and even if you don't want to actually join the Protectorate proper there's gotta be other options. You remember something about a cape in Boston, who's supposed to be an affiliated hero or something. I mean sure they might try to arrest you for cutting that guy's frontal lobe out with a pocket knife, but that was a pretty clear cut case of self defence so hey whatever.

You have to borrow some money from your brother in order to have enough for a bus both ways, but after an hour or so you find yourself standing in front of the PRT office for Brockton. Not the Rig, where all the actual capes hang out. But the place where people can go in and ask questions or report crimes.

What was your plan again?
>>Cover your face with a scarf, go in and ask for a leaflet or something. You don't think you're in any trouble.
>>A better plan? Write in

>>2527542
>>Cover your face with a scarf, go in and ask for a leaflet or something. You don't think you're in any trouble.

Allright, time to play, how is everything goi-
>>2527542
Are you guys dense?
>>Cover your face with a scarf, go in and ask for a leaflet or something. You don't think you're in any trouble.

>>2527542
>Better plan
Find a payphone or something and call asking if they'd be willing to grant immunity or at least not prosecute, specify it was self defense, having just triggered etc.
No sense walking in without knowing what they think of us

>>2527568
Supporting, >>2527520 < this is me, posting from a train.

I'm gonna need some votes guys, first to three

>>2527568
This, finally an idea that doesn't end with us in jail.

>>2527568
support

>>2527574
>>2527571
>>2527568
>>2527572
And that’s three

>>2527568
yeah, calling in is probably a good idea.
Don't walk into the fortress when you don't know whether or not they're gonna try and grab you.

>>2527580
writing

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You almost just walk straight on in, then you start thinking straight and decide to call in instead, you get a passer by to lend you some quarters for a payphone and swiftly dial the hotline.

It takes an almost insultingly long time for your call to be picked up frankly, if you were being assaulted you'd already be dead by now.

"hello this is the PRT East-Northeast, how can I help you?"
You shuffle for a second as you try to figure out what to say, eventually figuring that the direct approach is probably for the best.

"Uh hey, I got superpowers a while ago and I thought I'd call in to ask some questions."

"Oh, well our desk is open 24/7 if you feel comfortable with coming in?"

You let out an uncomfortable laugh as you try to find the most palatable way of saying "Yeah but I scooped a guy's brain out."

"Uh, about that. See i just thought I'd call in to clear something up first. I may have committed... uh self defence, but I don't know whether or not I'm in trouble. I was hoping you could clear that up for me."

There's a short pause before the woman on the other side of the call answers. "Well.. that would depend on how you defended yourself and what the situation was."

"I'm the guy who lobotomised Stormtiger. It was an accident. I promise."

There is an uncomfortably long silence after that.

"Ah. Well I'm afraid tha-"

The line buzzes for a second, and then an entirely different voice comes through the headset. Male and fairly deep, speaking in a clipped tone.
"This is Armsmaster we are tracing your call, please remain where you are. We will be taking you in for questioning."

Fuck.
>>Drop the phone and leg it.
>>well if Armsmaster tells you to stay put...
>>Another, better plan.

>>2527618
>>>Drop the phone and leg it.
HAHAAH, knew it. The only thing worst would have been "Dragon just so happens to be paying attention to this particular payphone"

>>2527618
Well. They already know who we are and what we look like at this point. Probably have cameras all over us now.

>>2527618
>Well if Armsmaster says to stay put...
Literally no way we can get away at this point. Wrap our cards and knife in our scarf/jacket and put them on the ground, then stand with hands clearly visible a few yards away.

>>2527618
>>Drop the phone and leg it.

>>2527618

>>Drop the phone and leg it.
Quick! Delay the inevitable!

just so everyone understands the situation, the payphone does not have a camera inside, it being one of those recessed wall ones in train stations, the only people who have seen your face and know you're a cape are either dead or lobotomised.

>>2527641
that makes three for a daring escape. roll me a d20+2 for phase one.

>>2527618
>>>well if Armsmaster tells you to stay put...
We're going to get tracked anyway

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2527645

Rolled 4 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2527645
How fitting, the first hero we will met will be the Batman expy

Rolled 17 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2527645

>>2527650
bruh.. good job.
but we do need one more roll.

nvm, you did good
writing.

Oh wow this is actually fun.

After maybe a second of stunned silence you drop the phone, pull your scarf up.
Then Run. Armsmaster has a Tinkertech motorbike so you decide to head up onto the roofs, body running on pure instinct as you leap for a nearby fire escape before jumping off, using a nearby lamppost as a trapeze bar and swinging a good ten feet up from the top of the post before grabbing onto a drainage pipe and clambering up to the roof.

You can hear Armsmaster's bike now, the sheer roar of it almost dampening out the sound of the city traffic as it gets inexorably closer. You're laughing, why are you laughing? Not little giggles either, full blown maniacal cackling.

People down on the street are starting to run now.

You have to get to a safe place, somewhere you can hide.

>>The old Docks, so many abandoned buildings there.
>>The boat graveyard, same but with old and busted boats.
>>[Lower Karma Needed] You aren't going home, not with a goddamn super hero on your tail. Your family can't see you like this.
>>The old chemical plant. Like home away from home.

>>2527681
>Boat graveyard

>>2527681
>>>The boat graveyard, same but with old and busted boats.

>>2527681
>>The boat graveyard, same but with old and busted boats.

Boatmind
gimme 1d20 +3 now

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527705

>>2527706
Let's see if I remember how to do this.

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527705

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527712

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>>2527723
>>2527717
>>2527706
Oh no

>>2527725
writing

Fucking PRT

At least now we know in character how fucked and stupid the prt is

>>2527740
Could be a decent arc. See how fucked it is. Meet some like minded individuals. Break out and start our own cape team with black Jack and hooker's.

Hey how's it

>Tell the PRT about how we fucking lobotomized a guy

To those who voted for that. What the fuck was your plan?

>>2527758
Not that I voted for it but I imagine a few who did might have thought we wouldn't mention that.

>>2527764

Well either way they got us into this mess now to get it out. But if someone genuinely throws out the option to go and ask the 88 for help I'm shooting myself

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You make up your mind just in time to see him come around the corner on his bike just below you, gleaming blue armour shining and halberd raised high. Your eyes make contact for just a second and then you're gone, sprinting across the rooftops and leaping from building to building.
Unfortunately he's right below you, never falling behind long enough for you to actually lose him. And if you go to the graveyard now he'll just set up a cordon and start searching the are-

You are interrupted by a cable wrapping itself around your ankle mid jump, pulling you backwards and causing you to mistime your next jump. You are sent tumbling down into the streets once again as you curl and roll through the impact. the cable continues to put you off balance however, and your landing is nowhere near as soft as usual.

Damage taken :Minor Ankle and Shoulder bruising.

You turn to cut the cable, but as you do Armsmaster pulls his Motorcycle in about ten feet from you and dismounts, taking the opportunity to press a button on his halberd before taking a guard stance opposite you.
"Give up, and make this easier for both of us."

[Armsmaster Theme: Muse, Knights of Cydonia]

Barnaby
Status:Bruised
[Need] 2/20
[???] 1/20
Karma: -2
Current power Understanding: Superhuman Gymnast and Tinker powers.

>>You already have a card in your hand, show him what you can do.
>>He's a Hero, you aren't getting arrested but he's still by definition a Cool GuyTM [Disabling consequences at most] +1 Karma
>>You've cut the rope, keep fucking running.
>>He did tell you to surrender.
>>A Cunning Plan. [Write in]

>>2527779
>>>He's a Hero, you aren't getting arrested but he's still by definition a Cool GuyTM [Disabling consequences at most] +1 Karma

>>2527779
Run and fuck his bike up with cards

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>>2527779
Is getting caught part of our plan?
>>You've cut the rope, keep fucking running.
I was thinking maybe we could try attacking the motorcycle >>2527796 yeah that, but I'm not sure the cards would do anything to it.

>>2527779
>>He's a Hero, you aren't getting arrested but he's still by definition a Cool GuyTM [Disabling consequences at most] +1 Karma
>>You've cut the rope, keep fucking running.
Leg it and keep him off us. Anything around we could use to cobble together something useful to aid our escape?

>>2527779

>"Give up, and make this easier for both of us."

He's not exactly. Alright. Time for the plan

>>You've cut the rope, keep fucking running.

running, with card distractions.
roll me a d20+3

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>>2527758
I don't know.

Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527809

Rolled 13 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527809

Let's see a 20

>>2527801
Supporting. Apologize if we can, make it clear we don't have beef with the PRT but really aren't interested in getting arrested.

>>2527811
Well fuck me.

>>2527811

God fucking damnit

Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527809
OOOH FUCK >>2527811

Rolled 15 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2527809

>>2527779
>>>He's a Hero, you aren't getting arrested but he's still by definition a Cool GuyTM [Disabling consequences at most] +1 Karma

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>>2527811
>>2527818
HAHAHAHa
writing

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>>2527821

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>>2527818
So close

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>>2527821