“Come out... You don't want to know what will happen if you don't...”

The behemoth of muscle stalked the jungle, his heavy footsteps shaking the tall trees around you and scaring off the wildlife.

“Hehe, yeah... We're gonna do bad stuff to ya if we keep having to look for ya... Evil stuff...”

“Dude, like, so evil bro... Mega villainy coming at you dude.”

You cover your mouth and stifle a giggle, trying hard to not shake the bushes you lurk in.

You'd once the enemy has passed you by, but what to attack with? Hmm...

A: Galactica Tackle! It'd surely take them all out at the same time!

B: Space Spin-Ball! You're almost impossible to keep up with surely!

C: Hell Shower! It might set the area on fire, but it'd do a good job taking them down!

D: Aw, just use your raw muscle and fight them all! Give yourself a challenge!

>>2983135
A: Galactica Tackle! It'd surely take them all out at the same time!

>>2983135
>A: Galactica Tackle! It'd surely take them all out at the same time!

>>2983135
>A: Galactica Tackle! It'd surely take them all out at the same time!

>>2983135
>D

>>2983146
>>2983168
>>2983186
Roll D100+50!

Rolled 66 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2983214
BANZAI!

Rolled 85 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2983214

Rolled 97 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>2983214

>>2983244
Unstoppable warrior princess

>>2983135
>A

“Okay! Here I come!” You cheerfully shout out to them, flying high up above the jungle canopy before any of them can get a fix on your location!

You extend both fists forward and dive down towards them, purple fire traveling up your arms and turning your entire body into a fiery comet!

As you shoot through the large leaves covering the jungle, there's a glimpse of everyone on the Thunderforce looking horrified before you crash into them!


There's a dome of rushing flames that rise that turns the forested area around you into ash, and an audible sigh can be heard overhead.

“Rena, darling... If you really wish to save lives, I suggest not incinerating the ones around you.”

The simulation ends, and the jungle returns to the high-tech training room it once was.

Autonomous appendages extend from the ceiling, spraying a extinguishing foam over any remaining flames in the combat area.

You just sit up on your knees, scratching the back of your head as you grin towards the observation deck.

“Eheeheehee! Sorry Auntie June, I'll remember to not light myself up when I do that move!”

“Ughh... Does she get that from her mother or her father...” Elcipse groans, already reverted back to his original state as the other Thunderforce members help each other up.

Ray pats soot off his damaged armor, shooting you a nervous smile.

“I hope I'm not speaking out of term, but... I think ya could use some new sparring partners, your highness.” He states, but you just wave it off.

“Baww, I told you not to call me that you big lug! Besides, you guys are too shway to replace! I'd feel bad if I started training with someone else.” You try to praise them, but Flare just removes his sunglasses to show a pair of ash-free eyes giving you a quizzical look.

“Uh... Dude? I think it feels worse getting hit by one of your gnarly tackles. No offense.”

“Pfff, you guys...” You dismiss once again with a soft laugh.

“Rena, they have a point. Across several weeks of analysis the results have been the same... They lose withing 3-4 minutes.” June speaks up again.

“I suppose it will be my task to find a suitable combatant for future exercises.”

As she finishes speaking, a hatch in the circular walls opens up and creates an exit for you all.

“In the meantime, you should head to school and exercise that brain of yours. You won't be able to blow up all your problems, you know. Knowledge can be far more useful than muscle.”

[Votes in the next post!]

>>2983353
A: “Awwww, but school suuuucks! Why can't I just stay hear and learn stuff on the internet?”

B: “Wait, auntie! I was wondering if you could help me with something... See, I'm trying to come up with a Superhero name but everyone's suggestions have been so good that I can't decide!”

C: “That's easy for you to say! Didn't you used to be called “Scientist” before my dad gave you a different name? Nerd.”

D: “Yeah, well, there's a guy I'm hunting down who thinks blowing things up is the only way to solve his problems...”

>>2983353
>B: “Wait, auntie! I was wondering if you could help me with something... See, I'm trying to come up with a Superhero name but everyone's suggestions have been so good that I can't decide!”

>>2983353
>B: “Wait, auntie! I was wondering if you could help me with something... See, I'm trying to come up with a Superhero name but everyone's suggestions have been so good that I can't decide!”

>>2983355
>B: “Wait, auntie! I was wondering if you could help me with something... See, I'm trying to come up with a Superhero name but everyone's suggestions have been so good that I can't decide!”

>>2983355
>B: “Wait, auntie! I was wondering if you could help me with something... See, I'm trying to come up with a Superhero name but everyone's suggestions have been so good that I can't decide!”

>>2983353
>B

“Wait, auntie! I was wondering if you could help me with something... See, I'm trying to come up with a Superhero name but everyone's suggestions have been so good that I can't decide!”

“... No child. Names have never been my forte.” She honestly admits.

You sigh.

“Well, thanks anyway. Seeya!” You give everyone a small wave as you scurry out the door.

As you climb up the stairs to return to the tower's main hall, you take a moment to reminisce what this place was like when you were very little.

Your father's tower used to be the home of Metahuman under ground fighting, but when he decided to make the MWF (Metahuman Wrestling Foundation) he decided to make the place a lot less seedy and more... Lexcorpy? Dad got mad when you first descirbed it as that, but the place has gotten a bit bloated with divisions dedicated to research and development, marketing, agencies... Your dad really went all out with his mid-life crisis.

You take off from the ground and casually ascend over the various employees working here, eager to get to the top of the tower and back into your own room.

Despite the tower's changes, your house is still the same corny Japanese castle it's always been. As you stroll up to the front door of the home, a note taped to it catches your eye. Upon closer inspection, the message makes you grumble:

“Rena, sorry we didn't give you a lot of notice, but your father found out about War World and totally ignored me when I told him not to go. Going to be off world for a few days, be good and don't invite anyone over.
-Mom.”

“Like I'd have anyone to bring over anyway...” You mumble again, crumpling up the note and burning it up in your hand.

You toss the flaming ball of paper into the koi pond behind you, stepping inside and heading up to your room.

Before you go, you take a look at yourself in the mirror and think really hard about a name.

Long, shaggy white hair, orange abs you could forge steel on, buns and thighs that could be considered illegal weapons, ballistics hiding in your sports bra...

“Battle-Bitch!” You shout, thrusting a fist forward at your reflection.

You quickly snort and let out a soft laugh. As funny as a name like that would be, you need to be someone the kids look up to, not their first swear word.

Still... How are you supposed to balance out cool and edgy words while coming up with something heroic? Your mom and dad had it so easy with the villain thing...

Hmm...

A: “Star Strike!”

B: “Whitefire!”

C: “Lady Crash!”

D: “Battery TWO!”

E: Write in a name, because this poor girl needs help.

>>2983498
>descirbed
a shame Hellfire was already taken...
>A: “Star Strike!”

>>2983498
>B: “Whitefire!”

>>2983498
>B: “Whitefire!”

I mean, her starbolts aren't white...

>>2983498
>A: “Star Strike!”
>E: Write in a name, because this poor girl needs help.

How about Star Striker?

>>2983540
I do like Star Striker over Strike. Star Strike could be an attack name.

>>2983498
>D:

>>2983540
Hmm, I also like Star Striker...

What does everyone else think?

>>2983549
Whitefire!

>>2983540
Supporting

>>2983549
I do like it, and I'm totally unable to come up with anything better.

>>2983540
I like Star Striker.

>>2983549
It’s no battery 2 but it’ll do

>>2983549
>Blasteroid

Because we fly around as a burning fireball and smash stuff. Just a childish suggestion.

>>2983498
>E

“Star Strike...” You mumble to yourself in the reflection.

Star Strike... er?!

Star Striker!

“Star Striker!” You yelp triumphantly, doing a little fist bump.

You quickly go to grab your backpack and your costume, shoving in the fabulous attire before hurrying back outside.

Speeding off the building with excitement in your heart, you rocket towards the inner city limits of Neo Gotham City!


As the wind rushes through your hair, you look down at the city you grew up in.

A lot can change in 20 years... Except you. Tamaraneans age at a slower rate than humans, so the wait for the legal drinking age is agonizingly slow...

Oh well, that just left you with some extra decades of training, and now that you're 18 and almost in the middle of your senior year, you're bound to have decades of fun crime-fighting adventures too!

Anyway, the city has reached the future. Hover cars, alternate reality devices, gene splicing cosmetics... It's the cyberpunk future all of your dad's favorite movies depicted and more! It really is an exciting place, especially with the high crime rate! You're so excited to beat up some bad guys you could burst!

… But school. You have to go to school. Otherwise you'll get a detention and the principle will call your mom and mom will drink wine and scold you and...

“Ughhh...” You groan. Even though your mom might be gone for a while, it's hardly a silver lining. She'll just be more angry seeing how she just got done with your dad and now YOU'RE getting into trouble. Total Shwarbage.

Suddenly you're stopped in your flight by a loud BOOM, and following after a large tower of smoke rising over the futuristic city.

“Oh my god.” You say to yourself, squeezing the straps of your bag tightly.

This is it.

Your first crime, or disaster with people in danger, or something!
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygooood!!”

You want to go, but there's also school and the problems that come with it! Damn it... You want to jump head first into some action, but is it worth it for your mom to be furious with you later?

A: Screw it! Hero time!

B: No... You can look into it later. Besides, there's bound to be more bad guys to beat up late at night.

>>2983498
B: “Whitefire!”

Honestly I was hoping for Rena to go with the naming theme for a while now, and this sounds much better than the other names.

>>2983641
>A: Screw it! Hero time!

>>2983641
>A: Screw it! Hero time!

>>2983641
A: Screw it! Hero time!

"Mom's gonna flip when she finds out!"

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>>2983641
>A

Dammit! You can't waste this chance!

You descend toward the rising smoke, swinging your backpack around and reaching for your costume.

There's a neat trick you learned where you somersault really fast while changing into your costume, and no one can see you in your undies while changing! It's so handy, but if your parents found out they'd freak...

Of course, this comes with the issue of not having a clear view of the scene when you arrive, but who cares! How hard could this be?

You land in a crouched position, dressed in a black and red leotard with flame designs dancing across it. You stand proud in your knee-high combat boots, pulling your dad's old Oni jacket over your shoulders and tugging on your studded bad-ass finger-less gloves!

“Alright...” You say with an excited grin, pulling on the knot of your headband to make sure it's tight.

“Who's ready to get star-struck?!”

You finally get a chance to look around and... Oh wow, maybe you're actually showing up late to another hero's gig.

There's this awful gang in the city known as The Jokerz, and right now you're looking at a few punks in clown outfits beaten and bruised outside of a storage facility.

“... Star Struck?”

Another voice, a tough sounding one, calls out from the cloud of smoke pouring from a broken wall leading inside the facility, and soon you hear the heavy stomps of boots and the rattling of chains.

You stand firm, squinting through the smoke to see a pair of red eyes looking back at you.

Coming out of the fog is a strong, ghostly white figure covered in leather and black face paint. They look like they belong in a retro metal band.

“The hell kind of a line is that? You grab that one off a juicebox, teenie-bopper?” She asks.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7csux0WyDVg

[To be continued soon!]

Alright anons! See you tomorrow night for some more fun!

>>2983788
What's the Main Man's kid doing in these parts?

>>2983788
Who is this and why do I feel afraid?

>>2983813
Oh hey, if shes his kid, then wouldn't they kind of be cousins in the family friends kind of way?

>>2984808
Friendly in a Lobo way?

>>2984816
Well she will need a friend who she can go all out brawling with.

>>2984850
Maybe that's how she'll befriend Damien?

>>2984878
I forgot about him, pretty neat if we end up working with him and the old man.

>>2984891
I mean, considering in the comics that Damien tries to lead the Teen Titans, I could see him trying to recruit Rena for a newer, younger version of the Titans.

>>2984878
I'm hoping Jonatan Kent exists in this world

>>2984915
Ahhhhh, she needs her own super team.

>>2983813
Really? Lobo had a daughter?

What's her name, Labia?

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>>2985142
her name's Crush

>>2984915
>>2984878
>Damien
Could have sworn Mach was going for batman beyond as the setting, especially since the quest has taken more from the animations than the comics. I'm expecting Terry as batman. Maybe Damien is here but in his grandfather's position? That or he's his own solo hero.

>>2986242
Terry is Bruce's son

>>2986343

I always hated that little detail personally.

>>2986343
I fucking despise that shit. Being Batman shouldn't be fucking genetic.

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>>2983788
“Uhhh...”

You feel greatly disarmed right now. Not just by her super hot diss, but something about her is hauntingly familiar...

Like a small fragment of your past, from when you were younger...

Is it something you saw, or someone you remember?


What is this feeling...?

[Roll 1D100!]

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>2986569
Roll for tackle hug

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2986569
THINK, RENA!
USE YOUR MOTHER'S GENETICS!

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>2986569
BRAIN BLAST

>>2986569
Wait... She looks like...

You gasp.

“Hey, are you related to my uncle Lobo?!” You ask excitedly, a wide smile starting to spread across your face.

Her eyes narrow at your question, as if it struck a nerve.

“What?” She asks.

“Oh my god, you totally are! I only saw him a couple times when I was little, but you look just like him! Ahhh, this is so cool! I have a cousin!” You boast happily, quickly approaching her for a hug...

… But she's not as thrilled as you are by the revelation, as one of her strong arms reaches forward and clamps over your mouth!

“MMMPHHFF?!” You question as her deathly gaze gets right in your face.

“Cut the cutesy crap and start explainin' how my deadbeat dad is related to your dorky ass!” She rudely orders you, shoving you onto the ground and forcing you to land on your butt!

“OW! Heyyy...” You whine, sitting up and reaching your hands back to soothe the pain in your rump from the landing.

“Why are you acting like such a jerk over this? All I said was that he was my uncle...”

“Because I think that's a steaming load!” She barks at you, reaching for the battle-worn chain around your waist.

“See, I've been hunting down my moms too, and I'm thinkin' that we're more than cousins; we're sisters!”


“... Sisters? Hey, I hope you aren't accusing my mom of being unfaithful!” You begin to scold, brushing any bits of dirt off your legs as you stand.

“No, I'm accusing your mom of getting it on with anything that has a pulse! She's a Tamaranean, right?” She begins to berate, unraveling the chain and presenting a hook attached to one of the ends.

“Probably squeezed me out and dumped me at that foster home, kept it real quiet from you and her man...”

“HEY! What're you trying to say about my race now?!” You shout back at her, folding your arms as if you were getting ready to discipline a child.”

“You know, you've got a really bad attitude... Uh...?”

“Crush.” She informs you, as if knowing what your question would be.
“Crush!” You shout, jabbing your index finger at her.

“And I have half a mind to tell my to tell YOUR DAD that you were being a huge jerk and saying mean things about my mom!”

Her eyes go wide for a moment, then her brow furrows as she grits her teeth and growls at you. Hah! Looks like she doesn't want her dad to find out...

But then she gets a wicked smile across her lips.

“Oh, you're gonna tattle on me, are ya?”

[Roll 1D100!]

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2986816

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>2986816

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2986816

>>2986816
Suddenly Crush throws the hook forward, the chain snaking towards you and aimed straight for your neck!

“WOAH!” You shout in surprise, leaping off the ground at a great height and jumping over the attack!

The hook's blunt end smashes into the the wall that was behind you, sending chunks of concrete scattering towards Crush's feet!

“What was that fo-AHH!” You try to question her, but she pulls the chain upward and causes the hook to tear through the concrete on its path to the sky!

You kick in your flight ability and narrowly dodge the upward swing, feeling the sharp tip of the hook almost grazing your chest.

“Get back down here! I wanna ask you a few questions before I kick your teeth in!” She taunts with a nasty grin, pulling her chain back and spinning it at her side.

You're not so happy to see this person anymore...

A: “So it's a fight you want, huh...”

B: “Would you cut that out?! Maybe we can just talk this out!”

C: “Hey! What are you doing?! We're both superheroes right?!”

D: “W-Well, it was nice meeting you, but I gotta get to class! Bye!”

>>2986977
>A: “So it's a fight you want, huh...”

>>2986977
>A: “So it's a fight you want, huh...”

>>2986977
A: “So it's a fight you want, huh...”

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>>2986977
>A: “So it's a fight you want, huh...”
Well, she was to trained by our lovable battle autist...

>>2986982
>>2986984
>>2986990
Roll 1D100!

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2987065

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>2987065
Sometimes you have to beat people until they give up and admit they're family

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2987065

>>2987071
Rena was the real protag all along

>>2986977
>A

You smirk to yourself.

“So it's a fight you want, huh...”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4dL6oFbQPWU

You grin, diving down in a speeding somersault!

A surge of purple fire begins to form around you, creating a spinning ball of fire headed straight for Crush!

“The hell?!” She shouts in confusion, leaping away and avoiding the collision of the Tamaranean comet!

A few of the downed Jokerz members are flung away from the blast zone, wailing in fear as they're sent flying!

As Crush remains in the air, she smiles confidently to herself, thinking she completely avoided your assault...

Unfortunately for her, you always land on your feet. Springing up from the dense cloud of smoke, you bullet towards Crush and deliver a flying high kick straight to her chin!

“Yeah!!!” You cheer yourself on as your leg is raised closer to your body, the sole of your boot digging into Crush's jaw momentarily before she's sent flipping upward!

It's not over yet, though! You chase after her in high speed flight, an arc of purple flame tailing close behind as you get close to her!

“HAAAA!!” You roar, focusing some of the fire onto your right foot and spinning to deliver a flying roundhouse kick to Crush's stomach!

She heaves from the fiery impact on her gut, her body bending around your leg for a moment before she's sent crashing down onto the facility's flat roof!

Her body is stopped as it collides with an air conditioning unit, a few sparks and bolts of electricity flying around her as she winces in pain.

“Urrgh! The hell...?!” She growls, trying to get back on her feet.

You're quick to descend and land on the roof, getting into a fighting stance.

Tucking your left fist close to your waist, you spread your legs and extend a “tiger claw” forward with your right hand, putting a perplexed look on Crush's face.

“Aren't you orange geeks supposed to throw fireballs or somethin'? What's all this kung fu garbage?” She asks, standing up and cracking the stiffness out of her neck.

You smile confidently at her.

“I'm much more than that, I assure you. I may be new to the whole higher education thing, but I've had almost two decades worth of learning how to fight! Besides...”

A small ember dances off your claw hand, demonstrating that you're still capable of doing so.

“Starbolts are for emergencies only! They could seriously hurt someone if I just throw them out willy nilly!”

“Well, Wacky Chan, you better get some ready! Cause I'm seriously gonna hurt you!” Crush responds, her cruel smile returning to her face as she spins her chain once more, summoning a blue energy from the steel rope.

[Votes in the next post!]

>>2987199
A: “I probably shouldn't, but... You asked for it!”

B: “I'm not sure... You seemed tough, but now I'm starting to figure you're all talk.”

C: “Sorry, but I don't want to fight you at all. We shouldn't turn this misunderstanding into a fight that could hurt innocent people.”

D: “... Wait, what time is it? Have I missed my first class?!”

>>2987204
>D: “... Wait, what time is it? Have I missed my first class?!”

>>2987204
>A

>>2987204
>D: “... Wait, what time is it? Have I missed my first class?!”

>>2987204
>B

>>2987204
>D

You're all set to keep fighting, except there's just one thing that keeps bugging you in the back of your mind...

You get out of your fighting stance, blinking a few times before reaching into your jacket pocket and grabbing your phone.

“... Wait, what time is it? Have I missed my first class?!”

You shriek in horror at the realization of how late you are, scurrying away from the fight like a rabbit!

“HEY SORRY CAN'T FIGHT ANYMORE I'M LATE BYEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” You quickly hop off the roof, descending for a moment to grab your backpack before rocketing away from the scene.

Crush is shouting something at you, but you're too busy dialing a family member's number for an emergency situation!

“Hey, uncle Umi?! I need your help super bad! Yes it's important!... Uhm, can you send some of your biker friends to hassle my school's principle so they don't give me a detention?... I-I didn't do anything bad, but I'm super late!... I was doing superhero stuff-... No, I know what I'm asking isn't heroic but—UMI MY MOM WILL KILL ME!--”

[To be continued soon!]

Okay guys, I'll probably run Monday if that's alright with you! Sundays are usually exhausting days for me so I don't think I'll be writing at my best.

Hope you guys are enjoying things so far! Thanks for reading!

>>2987316
WE NEED LORE, MACH
GIMME THE LORE

>>2987316
But I want more...

>>2987325
What kind of lore?

>>2987455
ANY! World lore! It's been 20 years!
Gimmegimmegimme!

>>2987536
Hmm... Maybe I'll write something up!

>>2987604
PLEASE! I won't even point out any mistakes you make this whole thread if you do!

>>2987619
>>2987604
>>2987536
>>2987455
>>2987325
This is nice

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>watching Rena grow and live in beyond like setting as an aspiring hero, going on her own cool adventures, and having her own husbando wars
That is so cool-
>Reno goes to war world and we wont have any part in it because he's no longer MC
......I'm so conflicted here

>>2988367
At least reno will finally get to be cool without anons fucking him over with nat1s

>>2988413
Yeah, that's true, we make everything horrible when we watch

>>2987619
>>2988303
I had an idea! Would you guys like a recap from Umi's perspective?

sure!

>>2991498
YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSssssssssssssssss, do it

>>2988367
I'm trying to think of other heroes in the Beyond setting other than Terry that would be within dating range...

unless Rena goes for the silver fox types. I don't judge.

>>2991498
Will that recap include "The Onis' Big Day Out and other reasons that Reno is never allowed to leave again", pretty please?

I mean, it's a yes either way, but a guy can hope.

>>2992091
The Umi Logs will be a separate thing that I'm still working on, but this will be an extension of it at the very least!

Updates soon!

>>2993542
I can picture them now
>Okay, so pros and cons of takin' care of the boss's kid
>Pros: She's a helluva lot more durable than any human brat
>Cons: She can freakin' fly and shoot lazers and crush a cinderblock by headbutting it
>I'm gettin' too old for this shit...

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>>2987310
Ughh... School...

Your Uncle Umi came through for you, though. Apparently he called the faculty and let them know you were running late due to a family emergency, but you get the feeling there was more to the conversation than that.

By the time you arrived, the lunch period had began, and you were soon carrying a trio of lunch trays to a temporarily empty circular lunch table.

You got a few weird looks for carrying so much food, heck, you always did... But you can't help being born with multiple stomachs.

Idly jabbing a plastic fork at some oven baked steak, a clique of Hamilton High's “popular girls” sit around you, one of them being Chelsea Cunningham.

She's as close to a friend outside of your home as you're gonna get, even though social interactions with her feel more like a routine than a actual discussion. You figure that the only reason the migrated over to you in the first place was due to your father's wealth, so it's all superficial anyway. Everything is just white noise with the girls clucking like hens to each other until Chelsea repeats your name.

“Hello? Rena? Are you spaced out or what?” She asks with a teasing smile.

“Huh? Oh, hilarious.” You respond with a playful roll of your eyes, showing her a friendly smile.

“Sorry, what's up?”

“Are you coming to Nelson's party tonight? His parents are out of town until next week so it'll be totally shway!” She entices you, as if this question was some kind of test.

A: “Sure! I don't know if I'll stay long, though.”

B: “I better not... I'm gonna be swamped on whatever schoolwork I missed earlier.”

>>2993651
>B: “I better not... I'm gonna be swamped on whatever schoolwork I missed earlier.”
>"Might drop by later when I finish though, have to sneak out first."

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By the way guys, I might be a little light on updates since I'm pretty tired after work...

But to make up for it here's some lore for the new setting!
https://pastebin.com/sMfw3RAz

>>2993665
LORE BONER ACTIVATE!

>>2993651
>A: “Sure! I don't know if I'll stay long, though."

>>2993651
>B: “I better not... I'm gonna be swamped on whatever schoolwork I missed earlier.”

>>2993665
Bit short for a entry, and Dad Umi is a good thing.

>>2993651
>A: “Sure! I don't know if I'll stay long, though.”

>>2993651
>A: “Sure! I don't know if I'll stay long, though.”

Rena is a good girl, she can fly over later.

>>2993651
>B: “I better not... I'm gonna be swamped on whatever schoolwork I missed earlier.”

>>2993651
>A: “Sure! I don't know if I'll stay long, though.”

You need to go to the places full of irresponsible civilians if you want to be at ground zero for the super shenanigans, guys.

>>2993651
>B

“I better not... I'm gonna be swamped on whatever schoolwork I missed earlier.”

“Oh, come on Rena. If you're actually worried about that junk just head straight home and cram. Party's not until ten anyway.” Chelsea urges you, but you just give a small shake of the head.

“Nah, I need to get a good night's sleep anyway. You guys should have fun with or without me though!”

Chelsea shows a dissatisfied look among her peers, eyeing them all before giving you a sigh.

“Feel free to stop by if you change your mind. It might do you some good.” She advises, but her wording bothers you.

“Do me some good? What's that supposed to mean?” You ask with a quirked eyebrow.

“Y'know, actually hanging out and being one of us instead of acting like our shadow. Come on Rena, we want you to be a part of this for your benefit.” She honestly states, showing a frown.

“You don't want to be all alone here, do you?”

You want to retaliate and tell her that you never asked for their company, but you swallow your insults along with a cut piece of steak.

“If I have time, I'll go by. Don't expect me, though.”

And with that, a smile returns to Chelsea's face, as if she knows you'll end up being there. Yeah, right...

–

“Ugh... Why...?” You ask yourself exhaustively, sliding open the door of your home after a lousy day of school.

You backpack was heavy with a couple of text books and your costume. Normally it'd be light as a feather for someone like you, but when you're mentally bogged down by the past hours of pure boredom...

Dragging yourself over to your home's living room, you're about to flop down on the couch and sleep when you find a familiar face already sitting atop it, their sudden presence jolting you upright and waking your mind up.

It's Crush! How'd she get in here?! Wait... What's she looking at?!”

The daughter of Lobo smiles smugly to herself, thumbing through a family photo album and plucking a small picture from one of the sleeves, holding it up to you.

It's a baby picture of you in the bathtub, happily splashing in a sea of bubbles.

“Aww, your tits were so tiny back then!” She mocks with a mean grin, causing your cheeks to turn bright read.

A: “HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE?! WHY ARE YOU IN HERE?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

B: “AMAZO! INTRUDER!”

C: Rush in and punch her! Throw her out of the house!

D: Hurry over there and take the album from her! Save yourself from more embarrassment!

>>2993695
I'll make more, don't worry! Anything you'd like to read about in particular?

>>2993728
>C

>>2993728
>D: Hurry over there and take the album from her! Save yourself from more embarrassment!

>>2993728
>D: Hurry over there and take the album from her! Save yourself from more embarrassment!

>>2993728
>D: Hurry over there and take the album from her! Save yourself from more embarrassment

>>2993728
C: Rush in and punch her! Throw her out of the house!

>>2993729
Anything with Lain would be nice, or any of Rena's aunts really.

>>2993728
>D

You drop everything you're carrying and fly over to her faster than even you could imagine, snatching the photo album!

“NO!!” You shout, slamming the book shut and tossing it across the room!

“NO!!!!!” You shout again, getting in Crush's face this time.

The shouting just makes her snicker, crossing her legs as she leans into the sofa.

“Are you okay? You sound like you hit your head on the way home, squirt.” She mocks, folding her arms.

“NO I'M NOT! HOW DID YOU FIND MY HOUSE?!” You shrilly interrogate her, your eyes starting to flicker with energy from the sudden stress you're being barraged with.

“I tracked you down by your scent. Duh.” She answers with a shrug.

“If you're worried about me starting a round two with you here, don't be.”

You start to ease up, the fire in your eyes fading.

“Okayyy... But you still shouldn't barge into another person's home, that's trespassing! Also my mom said I can't have anyone over!” You explain to her, still flustered by the events.

“First off, I don't care. Secondly, what momma doesn't know won't hurt her.” She retorts, kicking her boots onto the coffee table.

“Besides, I had to make sure your ma wasn't mine too. You kind of spooked me back there when you mentioned my shitheap of a father.”

“I don't care if she doesn't find out because I'd still know, and I'd feel guilty!” You bite back at the intruder loafing on the sofa, puffing up your cheeks.

“Also I'm insulted that you would even think either of my parents would be unfaithful! They're a lot of things... Mostly crazy... But they aren't adulterers!”

“Uh huh... When are they supposed to be home anyway? Cuz I hate to say it but I might have to destroy your bathroom before I go. I had one of those wicked Gut Grinder burritos on the way here, and I also washed it down with some Super Duper Coffee shots so... Yeah, you're gonna need a hazmat team, girlie.” She casually informs you with a nefarious smirk.

You'd actually show signs of frustration, but you're far too tired for any of this.

“I don't know, don't care either. Do whatever you want.” You tell her in a defeated tone, flopping down on the cushion next to her.

Her smugness changes into a look of intrigue, sitting up and leaning over to look at your face. Clearly she wanted to rile you up more, not bum you out.

“Hey, the hell is this? I was just messin' around... Well, I did eat a Gut Grinder but that bomb isn't dropping yet.” She tries to reassure you, but you just groan.

“Okay, seriously, what's your deal? You went from annoyingly cheerful, to buttmad and now you're all mopey. What gives?”

You look up at her, giving a sigh.

[Choices will be added tomorrow because I am sleepy! Goodnight anons!]

>>2993760
Okay! I'll make a note of those!

>>2986468
Bruce has a combination of genes that makes him totally human but verge superhuman. Hate to say it, but genetics matter. I inherited high blood pressure and type 2 diabetes vulnerability from my fathers side but also some kick ass strength and physique genes (Not that I use them). Terry is not just Bruce's son he is tailored to be the next Batman by Cadmus, because they figure we always need a hero who can challenge gods.

>>2994224
That's great and all but it just really undermines a lot of Terry's achievements you know? It's like, he goes from this kid doing bad shit on the streets to a guy redeeming his young shitty behavior and becoming a hero in his own right. It goes from a person growing and becoming someone worth respecting to just "well of course he's this good, he was made to be that way" that it was all just part of the plan. It's like naruto secretly being ninja jesus all along, or midchlorians in Space Wizards the trilogy. It's just a bad addition that doesn't really add anything to the story in a meaningful way, rather it detracts from it. Plus, it's a cartoon based on comic books, some idealism and belief in your hard work is acceptable isn't it?
>>2993783
Definitely some omakes on cool shit Reno has done over the decade time skip. Plus War World, because come on that sounds awesome. Any fights you might want to write too, since you do some really cool fight scenes and I'm always up for reading those.
Maybe also a look into Eclipse change in role as an adviser and how the Thunderforce and Oni are doing over the years under Reno.

>>2994722
Eh. It's not like he was genetically engineered to be Bruce 2.0, he's not a batman clone. He's a son, and I don't think a son out-doing their father (even if they don't know it) is any worse than an apprentice surpassing their master.

>>2993781
A: "None of your business! Seriously, get out of my house!"

B: "Why am I getting questioned here? Maybe you should answer some of mine first, like what were you doing with the Jokerz?"

C: "School bums me out, it's nothing."

D: "I can't believe I'm opening up to you about all this, but... It's kind of been setting in lately that I don't have friends, or at least any real ones. I'm hoping that I'll make some once I become more known by other super heroes, but..."

>>2995844
>D: "I can't believe I'm opening up to you about all this, but... It's kind of been setting in lately that I don't have friends, or at least any real ones. I'm hoping that I'll make some once I become more known by other super heroes, but..."

>>2995844
>C

>>2995844
>C: "School bums me out, it's nothing."

>>2995844
>B:

>>2995844
>C

You shake your head at her.

"School bums me out, it's nothing."

Crush rolls her red eyes, standing up and doing a quick stretch.

“Yeah, whatever you say. So, where does your dad keep his booze?”


“... Seriously?” You ask, completely caught off guard by how rude she is.

“What?” She replies with a shrug.

“Figured I'd crash here until your parents get back, and I haven't had a good drink in while.”

“I didn't say you could crash anywhere! This is my home, so go back to yours!” You yell at her, sounding like your mother as you puff up your cheeks.

“Yeah, but are you really gonna try to throw me out? Could end up in a scuffle and some things could get broken... Mommy and daddy wouldn't like that, would they?” She warns with a soft cackle.

“I... You...!!” You try to form a response, but you can't think with how annoyed Crush is making you!

“Having trouble? Let me spell it out for ya; I am your roommate.” She cheekily responds, finally finding herself a bottle of your dad's sake.

“But you don't have to worry your dainty little head, I'll only make a small mess and I don't plan on inviting any boys over either. Who knows, a loser like you might want to keep me around after a while”

Loser?! Did she just call you a loser?! She has to break into your home after you practically whoop her butt, and you're supposed to be the loser?! She has some nerve for acting like this in your home! She should be grateful that you haven't done anything yet! You're so mad you could... You could...!!!

A: Throw the couch at her!

B: Hurl a starbolt into her bottle of sake!

C: Lecture her!

D: Stomp all the way upstairs and lock yourself in your room. She has a point, and you really, really need to control your temper.

>>2996048
>B: Hurl a starbolt into her bottle of sake!
Time for Rena to push back against someone who can actually take it, not some catty human schoolgirls

>>2996048
Well, if she's sticking around, someone should really introduce her to the rest of the family.

Now is the time to bring in Amazo.

Where'd all the voters go...?

>>2996048
>B: Hurl a starbolt into her bottle of sake!

>>2996048
>B

You've just about had it!

Fire rises from your eyes as an intense heat forms in your hand.

Out of pure instinct, you rear your right hand back and hurl a glowing bolt of energy at the bottle in Crush's hand.

There's a splash of flames and a reactionary shout in response to the sharp pain, as the bolt impacts against her hand hard! She's nearly thrown off balance as the bottle explodes into hot shards of glass, puncturing her hand and fingers as the contents within almost evaporate instantly.


“Gaaghh!!! GRRGHH!!! WHAT TH'FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!” Crush asks you through teeth gritting tightly in pain as she holds onto her injured hand by the wrist.

The fire fades from your eyes, and you can't help but gasp at what you've done.

Not only is there a charred fragment of the bottle stuck half way through her palm, but her index and ring fingers are now burnt stumps on her hand, having been blown off by your attack.

“I... I didn't mean... I wasn't trying to...!!” You try to explain, but you're choking on your words as your eyes begin to well up.

“BULLSHIT!!” Crush growls through the agony, squeezing her hand tighter.

“DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT, FRAGGIN' TROQUE! RRGHHHH!!!”

It wasn't an accident. You misused your power and you hurt someone really bad. How could you consider yourself a hero now? How could you even begin to trust yourself with the responsibility of protecting innocent people? You're so stupid. You're such a failure. All you are is just a spoiled princess with the stability of a time bomb. No wonder you don't have any friends, because who knows what you could “accidentally” do to them?

“I... I...”

You choke on your words again, only to fall to your knees and bury your face in your palms, sobbing as the tears begin to flow.


“... Oh my god. Are you crying?”

You don't answer Crush. It doesn't even dawn on you that she sounds perfectly fine now.

“Holy friggin' hell... Are you orange sluts always this fragile?”

You look up through eyes blurred by tears, and as you wipe them away you fall back in surprise.

“Yuh-Your hand! B-buh-but I...” You blubber, pointing at Crush with confusion.

Her hand was completely healed now, her fingers regrown and any burnt flesh restored. She looks at her previously injured appendage and then back to you.

“Uhh... Yeah? I can heal at an accelerated rate? I thought you knew my dad, seeing how I got that from him.”

You sniffle and blink, your eyes still wide in shock.

A: Apologize.

B: Go to your room out of embarrassment.

C: Get out of the house for a while.

D: Call for Amazo.

>>2996157
A: Apologize.
B: Go to your room out of embarrassment.

>>2996157
>A: Apologize.

Wow, uh, I guess Rena really is that sheltered.

>>2996157
>A

You star bawling again, tears running down your cheeks as you blubber out an incoherent apology to her.

What you get in response is alarming, as Crush lifts you up by the shirt and slaps you across the face.

“Holy shit, stop acting so crazy!” She yells at you while simultaneously shaking you back into your senses.

You hold onto the side of your face her hand collided with, going silent aside from a few small hiccups from all the crying.

“Hell, lady... You don't get out much, do you?” She asks, throwing your butt onto the couch.

“Uhm... I go to school and I'm gonna start going on patrol to protect the city soon, so...” You try to explain, fidgeting in the cushions as you try to not embarrass yourself further.

“So you're a overly sheltered snowflake. Got it.” Crush interrupts, rubbing some of the soreness out of her hand.

“What, your folks kept you cooped up in this tower like a damn princess?”

“... I am a princess. My mom is the empress of Tamaran.” You sheepishly reveal.

Crush's jaw drops.

“No shit?! Wow... That explains a lot, then. Alright...”

Crush rubs her palms together, her tongue sticking out as she thinks of what to say.

“Okay, first off, sorry for calling you the T-word. I was mad and uh, yeah. Secondly, you really need to get your shit together. “ She informs you, tapping a finger on the side of her head.

“Seriously, you can't function as a person with all that sheltered mind shit, let alone as a hero.”

You sniffle again, shutting your hands tightly over your knees.

“I don't understand what you mean... What am I supposed to do?” You ask.

“You're supposed to get a life, princess.” Crush curtly responds.

“Being a hero is fun and all, but in all honesty it's a job. Living out the rest of your days on that routine is enough to drive anyone crazy. You gotta put your time some place else, go somewhere and have fun, you know?”

You nod, putting a small smile on Crush's face.

“Good. So, what do think would be fun to do right now?” She asks.
“Oh! Let's see... Well, I like to train with my family, and eat food with my family, and sometimes we all get together and-”

“I meant outside of this bubble, dumbass.” She interrupts

“Oh...” You quietly reply, looking away.

A: “Well... I did get invited to a party... But...”

B: “I don't know... What do you think I should do?”

C: “Uhmm... Hey, Amazo!!! What are some fun things to do in the city?”

D: “... I think I don't have it that bad, do I? My dad tells me I get emotional and I have a hard time calming down, but...”

>>2996223
>A: “Well... I did get invited to a party... But...”

>>2996223
>B: “I don't know... What do you think I should do?”
Oh my god, Rena's a Disney princess, that's adorable

>>2996223
>C: “Uhmm... Hey, Amazo!!! What are some fun things to do in the city?”

>>2996223
>A: “Well... I did get invited to a party... But...”

>>2996257
I was about to ask for a tie breaker vote, but this will do!

>>2996267
Glad to be of sevice

>>2996223
>A

“Well... I did get invited to a party... But...”

“BUT WHAT?! YOU GOT INVITED TO A PARTY!” Crush explodes, throwing her arms up.

“Life is throwing itself at you, so go get it!”

“... But I'm not really friends with any of them. They just hang around me because they know my family is wealthy.” You finish your sentence, and Crush's response surprises you somewhat.

“So? It's something you have in common with them or something. If it really bothers you that you don't have any friends there, I'll go with you.”

“... We're friends?” You ask, and the question incites a snorting chuckle from Crush.

“Sure, princess. Let's pretend we didn't clobber each other a few hours ago.”

She holds out a fist to you, showing a half smile.

“Sup? I'm crush.”

You return the smile, extending your own fist and bumping it with hers.

“Rena.” You tell her.

“Cool, now let's raid your closets for some party-going threads, because you look like a dipshit.”

“HEY!”

[To be continued soon!]

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Alright anons! Hope you're enjoying things so far! Let me know if there's more lore you want me to write about!

>>2995040
Yeah I agree with that. Doesn't even Amanda Waller say as much in the end? Something something "Not his clone" something something "Don't have his brilliant mind" something "have his heart" something something Bruce Wayne has to take heart medication...

>>2996299
Our lil girl is all growed up now she is going to dress up in slut gear and go to a party with what may be her first lesbian crush!

>>2996301
So, is Rena aware of Reno occasionally showing up with two Blackfires or what?

>>2996643
Is the other blackfire actually crush's mom?

>>2996449
Yuri is trash

>>2996658
If Blackfire is anything like Kom she's probably monogamous.

>>2996429
"Your not his clone, you're his son, and while you don't quite have that brilliant mind of his, you do have his heart, and there's no man who loves his fellow man more than Bruce Wayne"
Then its a whole speil about his life being his choice, but to try not end up like bruce, alone.

I hope we get to hang with TM/batman beyond.

>>2996301
Does Rena have any siblings?
I can see altverse having a kid at least.

“I'm so confused by my mom's taste in clothes... Did she have trouble adjusting to Earth's weather back then?”

You're looking at an outfit that Crush had helped you picked out, perplexed by its functionality.

It's a deep purple short-skirt, and just above it is a form-fitting black long-sleeved shirt. Not only does the combination of the clothing articles intrigue you, but the bottom of the shirt itself is cut short and displaying your abdominal area to the world.

“Nah, she probably just wanted to show off her tummy. Some guys really like that, you know.” Crush answers, leaning against the adjacent wall as she eyes you up.

“But why not wear shirt with shorter sleeves? I just think the skirt plus the sleeves contradict each other if you're trying to stay warm.” You respond, turning around and getting a better look at all of your angles.

“Oh, it ain't there to keep you warm. The whole thing's a cocktease, see?” She begins, stepping over and tugging on your skirt.

“This barely hides that tushy of yours, and the shirt gives everyone a nice outline of your tits to stare at.”

Your entire face goes red, throwing your arms around your body to try and cover the details Crush had mentioned.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! MY MOM WORE THIS STUFF!” You whine, trembling in embarrassment as you start to think of what she might've been like back in her prime.

“Dude, you wore a damn leotard when we first met. Do you know how much of your ass I could see?” Crush retorts, narrowing her eyes at you.

“That's different! It's form fitting and easy to maneuver in!” You cry back out at her, looking at your shameful face in the mirror once again.

“I don't have to dress up like a slu-I mean, like my mom for this party, do I?”

“Hey, it's up to you if you want to look sexy.” Crush responds with a shrug.

A: “Maybe... Maybe I can be sexy and show off less skin. Let me take another look...”

B: “I can be sexy without these clothes! I have lots of cool shirts in my room!”

C: “Well... I guess this is fine. I do look cute in it.”

D: “... Would it be weird if I showed up in my hero costume?”

>>2997998
>C: “Well... I guess this is fine. I do look cute in it.”

>>2997998
>C: “Well... I guess this is fine. I do look cute in it.”
And
>E: Choose a cute outfit for crush. It's only fair.

>>2997998
>A: “Maybe... Maybe I can be sexy and show off less skin. Let me take another look...”
Changing my vote to A

I have a bad feeling about sending Rena to her first non-family party in something she's really not comfortable wearing

>>2997998
>A: “Maybe... Maybe I can be sexy and show off less skin. Let me take another look...”

>>2997998
>C

You give another soft whine, looking yourself over again.

“Well... I guess this is fine. I do look cute in it.”

“Damn right! I know how to dress, princess.” Crush confidently boasts.

You give her a glance, followed by a small chuckle.

“I mean, you still look like you got kicked out of a retro metal band...” You jab at her.

Crush just flashes an annoyed frown, waving you off as she heads out the bedroom door.

“Shut up. Let's just get to the train station and catch a ride to that party of yours. Unless you plan on flying me over, that is.”

–


You both sit quietly, riding Neo Gotham's monorail to where Nelson's home should be. It's only you two and a sleeping homeless man laying down a few seats from you in the cable car.

The only noise that can be heard from where you sit is the rail passing underneath you and a news hologram being broadcasted at the front of the aisle, the anchorman projection discussing Halloween safety tips.

You can't help but fidget nervously, seeing how you're going to a high-school party for the first time with a friend you just made a few moments ago. You can't help but feel a bit selfish for dragging her into your emotional crap, though. Maybe you should ask her about herself? You can't be a good friend by not talking to her.

Looking over at Crush, you watch her pick her nose for a moment as you think of something to say.

A: “So... What were you doing at a Jokerz hang out?”

B: “How long have you been in Gotham? It feels weird not knowing about you this whole time.”

C: “Do you go to a lot of parties? I wouldn't mind hearing some pro tips.”

D: “So, your dad... Have you ever met him?”

>>2998115

B: “How long have you been in Gotham? It feels weird not knowing about you this whole time.”

>>2998115
>B: “How long have you been in Gotham? It feels weird not knowing about you this whole time.

>>2998115
>B

“How long have you been in Gotham? It feels weird not knowing about you this whole time.”

“I'm new in town, actually... I've been drifting through different cities looking for my mom for a while now.” She answers, leaning back in her seat.

“Oh... Any luck?” You ask, showing a genuine interest.

She shrugs.

“I know my douchebag dad came through here. More than once... I gotta be close at the very least.”

She looks at you, showing a serious expression.

“And like it or not, I consider your family to be a lead in regards to finding him.”

“A lead? I can do more than that!” You tell her cheerfully, beaming a wide smile at her.

“I can help search for her, and I can even get some guys in the tower to look around too!”

Crush shows a small smile.

“I appreciate it princess, but I don't expect to find anything.”

A frown returns to her face, her eyes looking irritated as she dwells on her thoughts.

“Hell, I'm expecting to find a fucking grave more than anything.”

You go quiet, not wanting to bring up any painful memories.

However, you feel a soft punch on your shoulder, and you look to see Crush looking more relaxed.

“Hey, forget about it. Let's just have fun at that party, alright?”

–

Two story house, red plastic cups on the lawn, muffled beats of hard dance music, and a kid puking into the front lawn's garden.

It wasn't hard to find Nelson Nash's place. His car was obnoxiously tricked out, and it always caught your eye in the school parking lot whether you liked it or not. It only made sense that he'd show off the candy red cruiser outside of his garage as well.

The two of you saunter up to the door, with Crush obviously being more laid back than you with her approach.

“Well?” She asks as you both reach the door.

“We partying or what?”

You look at the door, frowning nervously.

A: Knock first.

B: Let yourself in.

>>2998274
>B: Let yourself in.

>>2998274
>B: Let yourself in.

>>2998274
>B: Let yourself in.

>>2998274
>B

You take a deep breath, mustering up enough confidence to push the door open and step inside.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MkgR0SxmMKo

A wave of music blasts your face at a eardrum shattering volume, and your vision is assaulted by neon lights painting a large living room in mixing colors.

The furniture has been pushed to the walls, allowing a makeshift dance floor for the party goers, and in a corner you can see a table set up for beer pong with Nelson competing against other jocks.

Everyone currently not dancing is somehow mingling over the music or passed out, but a window on the back wall reveals several classmates sitting around a fire pit and enjoying each others company.

You don't see Chelsea, but you do catch a glimpse of Terry from your biology class looking on edge as he seems to be looking around the party for something, or someone... Maybe he's looking for his girlfriend? They've been arguing at school recently, most notably in the halls before class starts.

Other than that, you're overwhelmed by all these people you don't recognize, and the pulsing sound of music in sync with the vibrant lights don't help much either.

“Holy shit... I just got here and this party is already legendary!” Crush praises with a wide smile.

“I think I might stay in Gotham for a while if you keep getting invited to these!”

“I'm glad you're excited, at least...” You nervously fumble your words, feeling socially awkward already.

“Oh my god, stop pissing your panties already!” Crush grabs you by the arm tightly, looking around the room for something.

“All you have to do is have fun and cut loose! Come one, let's start by getting some booze in your system!”

[To be continued Friday!]

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>>2998390
I'm looking forward to Rena finding her inner party-crazy side she got from her mom. Getting down is genetic, after all

>>2998115
You had a tie vote, c didn't win.

>>2999042
....a bit late for that now anon

>>2998387
“Okay! Here's what you do; Either get one of those red cups, pour some beer in that and mingle all cool-like...” Crush begins explaining, looking as if she's scheming something as she goes over party etiquette.

“... OR, you really impress everyone by chugging A LOT of it! Maybe just grab one of the kegs and start guzzling it, or see if they got a beer-bong! Oh, maybe even-”


“Umm... I don't see how getting drunk impresses people. My mom just gets really sleepy when she drinks a lot of wine, so I think I'd just start napping too.” You tell her, showing a slight frown.

“Ugh! I don't see how you can just jump into a fight without a second thought, but you drinking a beer is something that needs second guessing.” Crush berates, folding her arms.

“Well, we're aren't legally allowed to drink. No one here is.” You point out.

“... Rena, just drink some damn beer.”

A: “Alright, fine! Just one...”

B: Crush is losing her patience, time to show her that you can party by guzzling as much alcohol as possible.

>>3002367
>A

>>3002367
>A: “Alright, fine! Just one...”

>>3002367
>A: “Alright, fine! Just one.”

Just one for real. No ellipsis to imply we'll jump cut to chugging a whole keg.

>>3002372
>>3002393
>>3002397
Roll D100!

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3002430

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>3002430

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>3002430

>>3002454
Nice save, anon!

>>3002456
T-THANKS

>>3002367
>A

“Alright, fine! Just one.”

Satisfied, Crush leads you to a ice-cold beer keg sitting atop a table littered with red cups. A few people are gathered around and talking among themselves as you both arrive, gaining a few strange looks as you both are literally an alien presence.

Crush grabs a cup and pulls down on the connected tap, hosing some of the beverage into the cup and handing it to you.

You peer down into the foamy head of the amber liquid, taking a deep breath before putting the cup to your lips.


“... Oh my GOD!” You yelp with excitement, showing Crush a big smile.

“This stuff tastes amazing! It's better than ice cream! No wonder everyone is risking themselves for this! It's so shway!”

“Hahah, calm down it's not that great. You don't have to try that hard to impress everyone, we all know beer isn't about the taste.” Crush says as she gets herself a cup, looking smug thinking she caught you faking your enthusiasm.

“No, really! I don't know what it is, but it's effect on my taste buds is wonderful!” You stress to her, quickly gulping down the cup and eagerly going for another serving.

“Fine, fine, I believe you! Just don't get too nuts with it, alright?” Crush responds with a small laugh, but her attention is soon caught by a familiar face approaching from behind you.

“Rena? Was that you yelling? Are you already drunk?”

You turn to see Chelsea and a few other girls from her click, showing a sly grin as if she caught you in an embarrassing moment.

“Chelsea, hey!” You cheerfully greet her after shotgunning another cup, quickly advancing on the poor girl and wrapping her up in a warm hug.

“Thank you so much for inviting me! I wouldn't have discovered how awesome this stuff tasted without you!”

“Bitch what? I was the one coaching you into even going here.” Crush interrupts, looking somewhat offended.

Chelsea is still caught off guard by your overly-friendly greeting, patting you on the back as she flashes a nervous smile.

When you both part, she gives Crush an uncertain look.

“So... Who's this?”

A: “Oh, she's my cousin! I thought I would bring her along, is that alright?”

B: “Go on, Crush! Introduce yourself!”

C: Hug Crush because she felt left out!

>>3002570
All three for maximum cute princess.

>>3002570
B: “Go on, Crush! Introduce yourself!”

C: Hug Crush because she felt left out!

>>3002570
D: “That's Crush! We beat each other up earlier!”

[I forgot option D!]

>>3002570
>>3002582
this one too then>>3002593

>>3002570
>D: “That's Crush! We beat each other up earlier!”

>>3002570
>B: “Go on, Crush! Introduce yourself!”
>C: Hug Crush because she felt left out!

>>3002570
>All of them because why not

You perk up at Crush what utters, and you immediately swing around to pull her into a big hug!

“AH! A-Alright, alright! You've set things straight stop breaking my spine!” Crush coughs out with a weary smile, pushing you off her.

“Chelsea, this is my cousin Crush! We beat each other up earlier!” You inform her, as if the event is perfectly normal.

“Go on Crush! Introduce yourself!”

She clears her throat, snorting her nostrils and reaching out to offer a firm handshake.

“Sup?” She asks.

Chelsea looks at the red-eyed two-toned alien cautiously, and hesitantly reaches out to give her pale hand a quick shake before retracting it just as fast.

“N-Nice of you to stop by... So... Are you an, er, space immigrant as well?” Chelsea tries to ask without sounding intimidated.

“Not sure myself, but that's a long story. Sorry I'm freaking you out, by the way.” Crush answers, flashing a small grin.

“Oh, I'm fine! Did I come off that way?” Chelsea responds, meanwhile you're on your fifth cup of beer as you watch the two.

“Nah, I can just smell the fear comin' off ya. You should relax, I promise I'm friendly... Unless, you like being scared.” Crush replies with a peculiar look of intrigue on face, and you're not certain if that was her flirting or not.

Chelsea's eyes go wide for a moment, then she looks to you as you're about to guzzle down beer #7.

“Heyyy, Rena... Can we talk for a second? In private?”

“Of course!” You respond, noticing that you're starting to feel a little funny as you follow Chelsea to a more quiet area of the party. You look back to see Crush shrug before heading off deeper into the crowd of dancing people.

Chelsea leads you into a bathroom, the sound outside muffled well enough by the tile walls surrounding you both.

“Look, I hope you don't think I'm being Xenophobic or whatever but... Is your alien cousin a dangerous species?” She asks cautiously, propping a hand against the bathroom sink and leaning.

“... What do you mean?” You ask.

“I mean I don't know anything about her kind. I mean, it's obvious you're normal, and you don't look the least bit intimidating... But she looks like a demon or something! I'm sorry but I just need to make sure she's safe to be around.”

A: “Chelsea, I'm more dangerous than her. You need to relax.”

B: “She's not a demon, she's my friend.”

C: “Oh no, you're fine. She's seriously nice, and I'm glad she coaxed me into coming. Don't be afraid of her!”

D: “Well... As much as I want to say no, that'd be a lie. She can be dangerous to be around, but I don't think she'd do anything to you or anyone else.”

>>3002841
>D: “Well... As much as I want to say no, that'd be a lie. She can be dangerous to be around, but I don't think she'd do anything to you or anyone else.”
A: “Chelsea, I'm more dangerous than her. You need to relax.”
If she acts up, we'll just deal with her.

>>3002841
"Nah, she's just Lobo's daughter. She's visiting and trying to find out who her mom is."

>>3002841
>A: “Chelsea, I'm more dangerous than her. You need to relax.”

>>3002841
>A: “Chelsea, I'm more dangerous than her. You need to relax.”

"And if she gets too rowdy I can knock her out. Amazo makes good practice for sleeper holds."

Also, so far we've only seen her Tamaranian side of powers. Please tell me Reno's robosperm gave Rena something special.

>>3002952
Aren't Rena's hellbolts red? Maybe they have the same Red Sun-based energy Reno put out?

>>2987199
>A surge of purple fire begins to form around you
>>3002956
Red fire would have been cool, but we seem to be stuck with boring old purple.

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>>3002967
>Purple
Fucking boooooooo!
Worse mistake than the AU Arc!

>>3002841
>A: “Chelsea, I'm more dangerous than her. You need to relax.”
Pretty sure that's true

>>3002841
>A

There's a sobering moment for you, as you feel the need to defend your friend.

“Chelsea, I'm more dangerous than her. You need to relax.” You tell her, but she seems dumbfounded by your words.

“What? How? All you can do is fly.” She ignorantly states.

“... No, Chelsea.” You start to explain, making a small flame of star energy dance in your palm.

“That's not all I can do.”

Chelsea looks at the violet fire in your palm, speechless as you reveal this to her.

“I know you looked into my family's wealth, but I thought you would also know that Tamaraneans can throw fire balls and stuff.”

“That's crazy...” Chelsea quietly remarks.

You dismiss the fire and put a hand on her shoulder, showing a warm smile.

“Don't worry. I promise I'll only use these powers to protect you and everyone else in Gotham. Crush wouldn't misuse her power's either, I swear by it-”

The floor shakes, the walls rattle, and the ear-bursting sound of plaster and wooden foundation splitting apart can be heard outside the bathroom. Several people scream among the sounds of scattering rubble, and that's enough to prompt both of you to run outside to the main room.

“CRUSH!” You shout, contradicting your advice to not make assumptions about her causing trouble.

Crush is present, but the only thing she can be guilty of is chugging the entire beer keg with several jocks surrounding her. She's currently wide-eyed with the tap in her mouth, pointing at the real cause for panic.

“MY CAR!!!” Nelson shrieks, and you see to him fall to his knees in front of the pile of debris and busted furniture. In the center of the wreckage, you can see his car in a crumpled heap. It's been destroyed in such a way that it resembles a paper-ball more than a vehicle.

Suddenly, a figure hovers into view from the destroyed wall outside, one that earns a gasp from everyone else in the room except you and Crush.

“W-Willie?!” Chelsea stammers out, giving the super powered individual a name.

Willie shows a wry smile, the upper half of a prison jumpsuit fluttering around his waist as he looks down at Nelson.

“Having a killer party like this and not inviting me? Nelso... How could?” He taunts, thrusting his arm upward and summoning a whirlwind of brick and plaster around him.

Several people start running, even Terry nearly shoves you out of his way. You hope he's looking for his girlfriend and not trying to desperately save himself from the psychic attacker.

You'd be afraid too, that is, if you hadn't been training for these things all your life.

Looking over to Crush, you give each other a nod in confirmation. This time, you'll fight an actual bad guy!

[To be continued soon!]

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Okay anons, we'll pick this up tomorrow night! Hope you're liking everything so far!
>>3002952
There might be something special for you anons, but for Rena the something special is her father's rider scarf that she uses as a headband!

>>3002967
>>3002976
There is nothing wrong with purple!

>>3003019
RED IS BETTER!
>powers

>>3003019
Hnnng, baby girl is a mini weeb

>>3003011
Huh. We're inserting in That episode?

>>3003019
I hope the scarf allows Rena to transform and shoot red sun starbolts, cause so far this quest is basically Starfire Jr Quest.

Which is still nice, just not what I was expecting.

>>3003040
No, that episode takes place outside the high school. This is a new scenario!

>>3003047
Reno is on War Planet right now, if we were there he would scrub like a motherfucker and we'd look bad in front of everyone. Look on the brighter side of things.

>>3003053
I'm honestly glad we can give Reno a chance to be cool without shitty dice. Hopefully we can get some stories about his shenanigans with the War World.

>Inb4 he takes over War World by turning it into Raiden like he does with motorcycles
>Inb4 he rams it into a planet while back-flipping out of it, as is Raiden tradition

>>3003058
Reno gonna turn War World into a planet sized Megazord.

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Hey guys, something came up so I won't be running tonight, but I should be good for tomorrow! I'll be archiving the current thread since it's on page 8 and start the new one off with a fun fight!

>>3009081

New thread!

>>3003019
>choosing boring blackfire purple to superior reno red
how dare you