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All in all, you were pretty content with the movie you’d chosen. It was the type of mindless action that Felicia seemed to enjoy in a movie, and it proved to be a decent distraction for whatever had been on Cindy’s mind.

And while you weren’t nearly as invested as she was, you and the others made at least a vague attempt to keep up with the plot. What little there was to keep up with, that is. In between fight scenes, you, Felicia and Prowler would question Cindy on the weaknesses and tendencies of vampires.

“Wooden stake to the heart?” you asked.

Cindy glanced back at you, clicked her tongue and dragged a thumb across her throat. That meant that it would kill them instantly.

“Silver?” Felicia suggested.

Cindy repeated the gesture and nodded, letting you know that silver was far more potent than you originally thought. Sunlight was an obvious one, but you were completely surprised to learn that garlic was actually effective in sapping the strength of vampires. There was also the matter of vampires not being able to enter a private residence, but you doubted that that would come in handy when you kicked their door down and raided their base.

“What about crosses?” Prowler said.

Cindy paused, brought out a notepad and started scribbling. According to her, religious symbols are effective for staving off an attack, but they’re only effective in the hands of someone who believes in the faith. You’re not sure how many believing Christians there are left in the world. The existence of aliens and literal gods has done a bit of a number on organized religions. People just don’t have that same type of zealous faith that they used to.

“How do you know about all this stuff?” you asked, giving voice to the question that was undoubtedly on everyone’s minds.

Cindy went back to scribbling in her notepad. She then turned it around so that everyone could see.

“Your parents made this a part of your training?” Prowler confirmed.

Cindy nodded and scribbled something else. In summary, the “Hand of Khonshu” must be well versed in dealing with any and all creatures that stalk the night.

Feeling as if you’d learned more than enough on the topic of killing vampires, you began to wonder whether you’d need it for your encounter with Michael Morbius. Just because Cindy knew where to find him didn’t mean that he or his patrons were going to be friendly to a bunch of humans walking into their territory.

That being said, there was now way that you could get your hands on pure silver on such short notice. Garlic, wooden stakes and religious symbols were easy enough to obtain, but you didn’t know how effective those things would be in an up close and personal fight.

“We’re lucky that there was some truth to those cheesy horror movies that you and Prowler like. At least you’ll have a few tricks up your sleeve when you go to meet this ‘Morbius’ guy.” Felicia said.

(Cont.)

“Actually, I was hoping that you guys would be willing to come with me on this one.” you admitted.

Felicia and Prowler exchanged a long glance before returning their gazes to you. “Look, Spider. We like you and all, and your kid is cute as a button,” she began, her tone sounding apologetic in its delivery. “But we’re not talking about common crooks, or even super crooks. We’re talking full-blown supernatural creatures, here. I’ve got a beautiful neckline, and I don’t know about you, but I’m in no mood to see it ruined by a pair of filthy little fangs.”

As much as you hated it, you had to agree.

“And there’s only so much that we’re willing to do for free. We’d be putting ourselves at serious risk here.” Prowler added.

What will you say?

>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”
>”I’ll pay you. Whatever it takes. Just name your price.”
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
>”I didn’t see any of you complaining when we were saving those people from that burning building.”
>”Come on, guys. You can’t say no to this face.”(Command Cindy to use her puppy dog eyes.)
>Write-in.

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

>>5202192
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
>”Come on, guys. You can’t say no to this face.”(Command Cindy to use her puppy dog eyes.)

>>5202192
>>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
but
>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”

>>5202192
>>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”

>>5202192
>”I’ll pay you. Whatever it takes. Just name your price.”
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”

>>5202192
>>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”

>>5202192
>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”

>Contact Matt. He's the kind of sucker doing this jobs for free usually.

>>5202192
>>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”

>>5202214
Wouldn't Matt be kinda shit at fighting vampires because he won't be able to hear their heartbeats or is his hearing more bullshit than I think it is?

>>5202220
We should probably give Matt a heads up about a potential vampire infestation when we get a chance.
Also he'd probably be great at fighting them so long as he has a crucifix. He's a devout Catholic right?

>>5202192
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
>”Come on, guys. You can’t say no to this face.”(Command Cindy to use her puppy dog eyes.)
If it doesn't work
>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job, and I don't exactly know if there'll be something to grab at that club."
except the club itself, maybe we'll be able to take over.
On the other hand, we know Matt prayed before eating whit us just over some burgers and stuff. And, he and Angela are good guys, they'll likely help for free.

Anyway, we still need to come up with a plan, and get a crossbow.

Also, like we scraped on last thread we should compartmentalize our persona's of Huntsman and Spider-Man, best with different costumes and slightly alternate movesets. This is a hero-job

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>>5202197
>>5202204
>>5202205
>>5202210
>>5202212
>>5202214
>>5202219
>>5202226
Taking the most popular votes. Writing...

>>5202220
He's got full-on radar sense. All four of his remaining senses are so sharp that they can create a 3D map in his brain of everything going on around him.

>>5202224
>yfw Matt pulls out the crucifix combat batons

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>>5202226
If you wanted a last minute costume that you could throw together for a different persona, I think something like the Hunter Rose/Grendel outfit would be kinda nice

>>5202226
>Anyway, we still need to come up with a plan, and get a crossbow.
Crossbow? Nah, we only need some wooden wooden bolts and we can shoot it with our modified hidden-gun

I was even thinking in making some shotgun amunition filled with salt rocks and garlic powder, or even just garlic power. Surely that's something that's going to hurt them if they're close to the garlic cloud, or just debilitate

>>5202204
>Support

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“This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!” you proclaimed.

“We’re not saying that we don’t care.” Prowler said. “Believe me, we’re all worried about it. It’s just that we’re not the ones who’re equipped to deal with something like this. You wanna help? Pass it on to someone who actually knows what they’re getting themselves into. Hero types, I mean.”

Felicia nodded her agreement.

It seemed that arguing this point any further would only amount in wasted time, and you were short on that precious resource. The sun was going to set soon, and you needed some protection for your meeting with Morbius. Going there without anything to defend yourself with just felt wrong.

“I understand. I know I still owe you guys for that Tombstone job.” you admitted.

“How nice of you to remember.” Felicia said. If there was any sarcasm or malice in her voice, you couldn’t detect it.

“Just let us know when you plan on moving that stuff you got from Toomes. We can split the cash after we find a buyer.” Prowler added.

“Already did. Ran into some weirdo trying to steal it the other night, but I scared him off after I broke his suit.” you said.

After giving them a brief description of Slip and updating them on Flint’s current situation, you escorted the two to the door and promised that you’d call if you needed anything urgently. Cindy waved at them as they left, before returning her expectant gaze to you. You were running out of daylight, and you had to do something fast.

What will you bring with you to the meeting?(Choose 2)

>Crucifix/Wooden Stake combo
>Hand-carved wooden darts/bolts(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Silver Knuckle rings
>Write-in.

(Also, if you're going to call Matt to come with you to the meeting, include it in your vote.)

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

Reposting this in case you wanted to call someone else.

>>5202271
remind me, which meeting have we had planned?
just a stake out of the place before night falls for the vamps to show up?

>>5202284
Cindy wants you to talk to Michael Morbius at his secret vampire club before you hit any of the locations. He's something of a leading figure in the community, and most people(alive and undead) have to go through him first if they want something. He offers information, equipment, and manpower to those that are willing to pay his price.

>>5202271
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)
Gee Huntsman! How come your gun has both garlic AND pepper spray in one?
>Write-in.
CALL IN THE DAREDEVIL
THERE'S VAMPIRES TO SLAY

>>5202271
>Choose two
Whoops. Add
>Silver Knuckle rings
to my vote in >>5202291. Hand carved wooden stuff is too time-consuming right now, and Matt should be better with stakes and crucifixes.

>>5202271
>>5202288
Ah yeah, I thought it was just the next step, not already tonight
well then
>call Matt
>Hand-carved wooden darts/bolts(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Silver Knuckle rings
If Matt can't come I say we delay for a day, as I don't think we're fully prepared, especially not when we go in alone, even if it's just to talk

>>5202271
>>Silver Knuckle rings
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)

>Write-in.
>call matt

>>5202271
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Silver Knuckle rings
>Call Matt

>>5202291
>>5202295
>>5202302
>>5202375
Taking these. Writing...

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>>5202385

>>5202425
Holy shit, I'm definitely including that in Matt's utility belt

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>>5202436
The Strain has some pretty awesome moments

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You need a few things before you’d be comfortable with visiting this club. Finding powdered garlic shouldn’t be terribly hard, and you know a guy who should have at least one pair of silver Knuckle Dusters. Whether it’s pure silver or not remains to be seen, but it’s certainly better than nothing.

Changing out of your suit and into your civvies, you decided to give Matt a call before you headed out with Cindy. After about 3 or 4 rings, Matt finally picked up.

“Benny? What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m surprised you knew it was me.” you admitted.

“Misty told me before I answered the phone. Sometimes I’ll have Angela read my texts to me when I don’t feel like running them through a program.” Matt explained. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I do. Are you busy tonight?” you asked.

“Well, I am in the middle of a poker game right now. Why?” he answered.

“Wait, hold up. You play poker?”

“Quite often, yes.”

“How!? You can’t even see the cards! Does Angela help you with that too?” you said.

“Sometimes. But tonight, it’s Misty’s turn. She tells me what’s been played and what’s in my hand. In return, I give them a cut of the profits.”

“We’ve only got one eye between the two of us, so I feel like I should be getting paid double.” someone on the other end of the line complained. You assumed that it was this “Misty” person.

“One eye’s better than none.” Matt shot back. You heard Misty grumbling a retort, but you couldn’t hear it very clearly.

“So I take it that you’re a good player?” you asked

“Let’s just say that I’m not well-liked at these tables.” Matt said, and you could practically feel the smirk forming on his face as he said it.

“Well that doesn’t tell me much. You rubbed me the wrong way when we first met.” you said with a shrug.

“Is that what people call it these days when they get their ass kicked?” Matt asked with a fair bit of challenge in his tone.

“Just wait until our rematch, pal. Then, I’ll show you who’s-!”

“Are y’all done with your little dick measuring contest?” Misty interrupted. “Because if you are, either get to the point or get back to playing cards.”

“Right.” you said, clearing your throat before continuing. “I could use your help. I found a lead on this whole Cult thing, and Cindy thinks that there are vampires involved.” you explained.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

“...Did you say ‘vampires’?” he asked.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen one for myself, but Cindy wants me to meet some guy called ‘Michael Morbius’. Apparently he’s some big boss in the vampire community. I don’t know what I’ll find going in there, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to help cover our backs.”

(Cont.)

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“‘Our’?” he said, sounding a bit angry. “You’re bringing the girl.”

It clearly wasn’t a question, so you didn’t waste time dancing around the issue. “She knows more about this than either of us, and I don’t think Morbius would let us in without her being there.” you said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in no mood to kick down the front door and open up a can of worms that I can’t close.”

Matt paused to consider this, before sighing deeply. “...Alright. Give me a time and place, and I’ll meet you there.” he said. “Come on, Misty. We’re cashing these chips in.”

You heard the other players protesting his decision, clearly having thought that they were about to steal the large pile of chips out from under his nose. You would’ve told him to be careful in the parking lot, but then you remembered who it was that you were talking to. You thanked him profusely, hung up and prepared to head out the door. You had some shopping to do.

—-------

Later that night, you were back in costume, staring at a nondescript building with a glowing, crimson neon sign on the front that read “Eternal”. You noticed that the “T” was in the shape of a cross, which admittedly, tickled your funny bone as you considered the implied irony of that gesture.

You spotted Matt approaching you from behind, now wearing all his armor and gear, plus the items that you requested he retrieve before coming here.

“...Was this really necessary?” he asked, showing you the Silver Crucifix/Knuckle Duster combo!

“Jesus, Matt! I was just joking earlier!” you confessed, laughing uncontrollably. “Where’d you even get those?”

He grunted and put them away. “I know a guy that does custom jobs for me on short notice. Should I not have brought them?”

“No, no! They’re perfect.” you said, trying to get your breathing back under control. “That is like, two anti-vamp weapons mixed into one. They only work in the hands of a true believer.”

Matt stared at you for a long moment, and then turned his head towards the building. “Hm. When do we go in?” he asked.

Before you could answer, your phone started ringing. It was your sister. Why was she calling now?

What will you do?

>Let it go to voicemail. You’ll call her back sometime later.
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
>Turn your phone off. You don’t need any distractions tonight.
>Write-in.

>>5202473
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.

>>5202473
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
"sorry for cucking you in this job but if i dont answer this, something very bad will happen,"

>>5202473
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call
Please, don't...

>>5202473
>>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
Good thing it happened before we go in, we don't have an appointment anyway

>>5202489
>>5202491
>>5202493
>>5202504
Writing...

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50 bucks on he hears it anyway

>>5202547
I can't take that bet

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It’s probably nothing. But, you couldn’t deny that the timing was uncanny.

“Hold on. I’ve gotta take this.” you said, stowing the phone back into your pocket and launching yourself into the air. After swinging a few blocks away, you felt somewhat comfortable enough with the distance between you and Matt to pick up the call.

Clinging to the side of a building now, you brought your hand up to tap your Bluetooth earpiece. “Hello?”

There was shallow breathing on the other end of the line, and you immediately started to worry. Did someone get to Vic and the kids!? Was it the cult, or someone else looking for revenge?

Your heart started to hammer in your ears as your mind raced and your imagination kicked into overdrive. With each passing second that went by unanswered, you could only assume the worst.

“...Hello?” said a familiar voice in your ear.

“Pete!?” you said, not able to hide the relief in your voice. “What’re you still doing up, bud?”

“I wanted to say goodnight.” he admitted.

You chuckled softly and flexed your free hand several times. It was still shaking.

“You didn’t have to stay up for that. Next time, you can give me a call as soon as you start feeling sleepy.” you said, before pausing to consider something. “Oh, wait. You don’t have a phone, do you? I should get you a phone when I get back. Hey, Pete. What’s your favorite color? Don’t think about it. Just tell me the first thing that pops into your head.”

“Uhhh…”

“Ah! I told you not to think about it.”

“Blue! It’s blue!” he finally said with a laugh. “Or red!”

“Aww, man! You took the best ones!” you said with mock disappointment. “Leave some for the rest of us, huh.”

“No! They’re MY favorite colors.” Pete declared.

“Unbelievable. Does Aunt Vicky know that she’s got a little tyrant living under her roof? Keep this up and you’re gonna become the next Dr. Doom.”

Pete laughed, and the sound alone was enough to stay your shaking hands. And after a noticeable delay, he asked “When are you coming home?”

It was a simple question, but it was enough to make your breath catch.

“Uh, I…I’m not sure, buddy. I’ve got a lot of work to do, but I’m working as hard as I can so I can get back to you guys.” you said, hoping that it was convincing enough to put his mind at ease. “I promise that I’ll come back after I’m done here.”

“Okay…” he mumbled, still clearly disappointed. “Goodnight, Uncle Ben.”

“G’night, Pete.” you whispered.

The next thing you heard was some light shuffling, and the sound of your sister talking away from the receiver. A few seconds later, you heard her voice much clearer.

(Cont.)

“Hey, Ben. Pete was trying to stay up because he thought that you’d be coming home sooner than I told him you would.” Vic explained. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m alright. I’ve got a lead on this whole cult thing, and I brought in a friend to help me with it.” you said.

“Good. I was getting worried. Thinking of you taking these people on all by yourself was a scary thought.” she admitted.

What will you say?

>”You worry too much, Vic. I’ll handle things over here, no problem.”
>”Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.”
>”I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise that I’ll take care of this without letting anything happen to you, Pete, or Cindy.”
>”I feel bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”
>Write-in.

>>5202555
>>”I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise that I’ll take care of this without letting anything happen to you, Pete, or Cindy.”

>>5202555
>”Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.”
>Write-in.
Internally resolve to do right by this kid.

>>5202555
>>”Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.”
>>”I feel bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”
"I want to do right by him... but I... My life's... look well talk, later."
The kids already been abandoned by one father figure, but I'm not sure if backing out now isn't what's best for the kid in the long run

>>5202555
>>”I feel bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”
>”You worry too much, Vic. I’ll handle things over here, no problem.”

>>5202555
>”You worry too much, Vic. I’ll handle things over here, no problem.”
>"Besides, I'm not about to get into trouble if Pete's concerned, ya know? Gotta be responsible, all that jazz..."

>>5202555
>>”I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise that I’ll take care of this without letting anything happen to you, Pete, or Cindy.”
>"The guy I'm with is actually one of the good guys, trying to make me go all straight and stuff."

>>5202571
>support

>>5202571
>>5202651
Taking these. Writing...

Ironically enough, Ben's current relationship with his nephew is very similar to Miles' relationship with Aaron Davis. As for whether you want to remain in his life, that's entirely up to you. There is certainly a danger of negatively influencing his life through your involvement with him, but guidance and companionship are also important at a young age. There are various things to consider here.

>>5202989
I don't want to involve Pete in any of this personally.
But more than that, I want to find Richard and tell him to start taking responsibility for his fucking kid.

>>5202997
We'll get into that very soon! I've got a lot of plot points that I'm excited to introduce into the story.

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“Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.” you boasted.

You could practically feel the eyeroll from your sister before she started to respond. “Okay, tough guy. Just try not to get shot, or you know, sacrificed on a stone altar at midnight.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Vic. You see, those guys want to sacrifice virgins. Crazy cultists love them some virgins. And me, being the irresistible stud that I am, is the furthest thing from what they want. You on the other hand…well, if I were you, I’d be careful of who I open my door to tonight.” you said.

“Oh, screw you!” Vic said while laughing.

“I’m serious! I have literally never seen you bring a guy over for Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or any of those other dumb family holidays. You need to get out more, Vic.”

“My sex life is none of your business, Benjamin Parker.” your sister said in reply.

While you were in no mood to do so, you felt it prudent to press your sister on this every once in a while. It made you feel like a nagging parent, but there was some merit to their arguments. You didn’t particularly care about which team she played for, if that was what she was worried about. Loathe as you are to admit it, Vic’s a young, intelligent, attractive woman, and you’re genuinely surprised that she doesn’t have more guys barking up her tree. It’d be a shame to see her waste all that and end up alone in the future. As far as you could remember, Vic’s been single her entire life.

“Alright, fine…” you sighed. “Hey, Vic? I feel kinda bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”

“He’ll be fine. I think he’s just scared that you’ll leave him like Richard did.” she said. “Peter needs a father figure in his life, and if his actual father doesn’t want to step up, then I suppose you’re the next best thing.”

“I thought you said that it wasn’t a good idea for me to get involved with him.” you shot back.

“That was before. I thought that you had no interest in kids back then, so I didn’t want you acting as a corrupting influence in his life without thinking about the consequences. But when I see you dote on him and play with him like you do…well, it makes me feel like I don’t have a right to break that up.” she admitted.

“I want to do right by him, but I…my life’s kinda…” you muttered, before trailing off with a sigh. “Look. We’ll talk later, okay?”

You got the distinct impression that your sister had more to say on the matter, but you didn’t give her the chance to. This wasn’t a conversation that you wanted to have right now.

“...Fine. Be careful out there, Ben.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

(Cont.)

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You hung up, braced yourself against the wall and took a long, relaxing breath.

“Pull yourself together, Parker.” you muttered to yourself, before firing a webline at a nearby building and swinging back in Matt’s direction.

—-----

When you reunited with Matt and Cindy, both gave you a sparing glance, but kept their main focus on the vampire club.

“Everything alright?” Matt asked.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” you replied, a little too fast. Matt simply nodded and gestured towards Cindy.

“She’s ready to move.” he said, and Cindy nodded for confirmation.

You walked over, scooped her up, made sure that she had a tight grip on you, and leapt from the roof. Matt followed close behind, using some sort of grappling hook built into his batons. Maybe you should get Cindy something like that. Having her cling to you all the time could become problematic in the future.

—---

After landing in front of the club, you walked down a few flights of stone steps and found yourself face to face with a large man with bloodshot eyes, pale skin, and slightly pointed ears. He had a noticeable lack of hair, and was wearing a tailored suit that looked reasonably expensive. From the way he was standing, you had a feeling that he had no intention of letting you inside.

Nevertheless, you followed Cindy as she approached him without fear. The large man looked down and grunted at her. “Password.”

Cindy scribbled something in her notepad and showed it to the man, who only smirked. “What’s the matter? Bat got your tongue?” he said in a European accent that you didn’t quite recognize.

Cindy let out a frustrated huff, but you were the one to reply.

“She’s mute, asshole.” you said, stepping up beside her.

The bouncer rolled his massive shoulders and flexed his fingers a few times before looking at you. His gaze could only be described as predatory, and you had the distinct impression that violence was an inevitability. But before either of you could act, the man froze and his eyes glazed over for a moment. His ears twitched a few times, and he immediately straightened, abandoning his aggressive posture from before.

“So sorry for the inconvenience.” he growled between two sets of tightly clenched, razor sharp teeth. “The boss would like to see you inside.” he said, stepping aside to open the heavy, iron door. “Right this way.”

You cast a wary glance at Matt and Cindy, before entering first, with Cindy in the middle and Matt in the back. This seemed like the safest formation for the young girl.

(Cont.)

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Another pale gentleman wearing a similar suit gestured for you to follow him, and you did so. The atmosphere and lighting in these hallways immediately reminded you of the Crucible. And it wasn’t until your guide led you down several more flights of stairs and opened two more doors that the stench finally hit you. It was hard to put into words, but luckily, Matt did it for you.

“That’s…a lot of blood.” he said, scrunching up his nose and wiping at it.

“Is that what that is? I can practically taste it.” you said with a groan.

“Yeah? Well I can literally taste it.” Matt grumbled.

Your guide said nothing, despite being within earshot. Instead, he led you through one final door, where the smell had been the strongest. The room was very poorly lit, having no artificial lighting, and instead relying on candlelight.

As soon as you entered, all manner of conversation stopped all at once, and multiple sets of glowing red eyes settled on your group. The sight was enough to make your blood run cold. You absently felt for your silver knuckle dusters and wondered whether you’d have to fight your way out of here after all.

“Something smells awful.” said a slight voice in the back of the room. “Did you bring garlic in here?” he asked. It sounded like he was whispering, but it was somehow loud enough to bounce off of the walls and reverberate in your ears.

Before you could answer, Cindy stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

“Ah, is that you Miss Moon? It’s been so long. Just look at how big you’ve gotten!” the dark figure said, finally rising from his throne. As he stepped into the light, you noticed that he was very tall, very well built, and much paler than most of the patrons in this club. His nose was scrunched up, like that of a bat’s, and his eyes were nothing more than blood red slits. His hair was black as night and settled atop his head like an unruly mop. He had a thin beard that was made all the more noticeable by his sharp, angular facial features and the complexion of his skin. Somehow, without an introduction, you knew that this was Michael Morbius.

“I heard about what happened to your parents. They were…good people. You have my sincerest apologies and my deepest condolences.” he said, returning her bow. It was only then you noticed how sharp his claws were. They were like tiny little knives.

“Now,” he began focusing his attention on you and Matt. “What is it that I can do for you? Something tells me that it is more than a social call.”

What will you say?

>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
>”We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.”(Show him the map of their locations)
>”We could use some gear, if you have it on hand. Figured you’d keep it in back, for when you needed to take care of your own.”
>”We need some muscle, if you can spare the manpower. Taking on a bunch of savage vamps is gonna be tough with just the three of us.”
>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>Write-in.

>>5203066
>>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”

>>5203066
>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”

>>5202187
i wanna ask one thing before i start reading from the beginning, why Ben Parker? Like, it feels weird since Black Cat and Silk are running around, why the name change?

>>5203073
>why Ben Parker?
It was one of the choices given when we were prompted to give our name in-character.
I'm fairly certain each choice would have changed certain things about other characters as well as our pre-existing relationships with them.

>>5203073
Because this is an alt universe and there have been times where alternate versions of characters have existed further along in the future or further back in the past than they were originally meant to. Plus, it won the vote as a write-in for the protagonist's name. I figured that it was very doable, and opens up a ton of possibilities for interesting story elements.

Try not to think about how far forward or backward these events are taking place in. As far as you're concerned, this is a modern day Uncle Ben, and he is the Spider-Man of this universe. Peter will have a different identity and origin story.

>>5203074
What he said. Each choice would have resulted in a different set of characters and family members to interact with. I was almost tempted to add Miles to the list, but thought better of it before I posted the update.

>>5203079
thats cool, so essentially the Parker family has been pushed forward 2 or 3 decades and Ben (temporarily) took Peter's place because of it

>>5203066
>>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”

>>5203080
Yeah, pretty much. Plus, Peter's kinda too young to have been born yet(considering this Ben's age), but with sliding timescales, I figured that it wouldn't be too much of an issue. It also adds a fair amount of drama to Ben's life.

Ben also took on the mantle much later than Peter did, which changes the dynamic that Ben might have with some characters. By this point, there are already a few villains running around, and certain important events have already happened. This is mostly because I don't intend to have you sit through an entire event where all sorts of stuff happens off-screen. There will also be multiple time skips taking place in this quest when you hit key milestones in the story.

>>5203079
>I was almost tempted to add Miles to the list, but thought better of it before I posted the update
I am almost certain anons would have voted for Miles after we picked the Criminal background just for shits and giggles.

>>5203086
yeah no, this ain't the best place to write a fanfic staring Miles

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>>5203087
Are you telling me that the userbase of 4chan.org couldn't take a CYOA revolving around a young black man seriously?
Surely you jest.
Surely.

>>5203090

It would've died in a few days due to shitposting.

I don't even think OP would be able to handle that.

>>5203080
>>5203079
I feel sorry for this Peter Parker his Uncle Ben is a villain this time around and has so many messed up implications for his future character development. Especially once he finds out the truth about his Uncle Ben the 'evil spiderman', the villains who are friendly towards the evil spiderman and despise the new spiderman due to opposing the old order with the 'arrangement' that was set up.

Basically Peter Parker is gonna suffer a lot in about ten years or so...on the plus side at least he won't be broke as fuck and actually have the money to take advantage of his genius...too bad he will be being bankrolled by a villain oh man. The family drama and character development are gonna involve so much suffering. The spiderman identity will also have so much baggage for him to inherit and deal with thanks to shady ass uncle Ben...

>>5203090
There was new!mutant quest with Kojo, it was... alright. At least I think it wasn't the main character that killed it.

>>5203066
>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>”We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.”(Show him the map of their locations)

>>5203066
>>5203105 +1

>>5203066
smalltalk first
>>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>>”Cindy’s parents were killed by cultists. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
don't point fingers at vampires.
>"I want to make sure they are not after her too."
>"As I understand those cultists are of similar nature to your own, and may reflect poorly on you. I don't want to assume, but you might have an interest in handling the situation as well."
>"My motivation is to help a child sleep better at night."
if he takes well to that.
>”We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.”(Show him the map of their locations)
>"My hope is you don't rip my head off right here and now, preferably though to extend a helping claw, or just don't care about our operation at all and not tip off the others either."

>>5203213
+1
It doesn't matter what do you say, but how you say it. Better if we try to make that small talk, saying our concern of Cindy and having a weird vampire-moon cult going after her, her parents, and apparently any older member of the original club.

And then, of course, see if he can help us

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>>5203066

>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
>Write-in.
"Nice claws, how come nobody else gets them?"
It should be fine to imply stuff about what we're going to do, but common sense opsec demands that we do not mention any specifics about our future plants.


...Also, that call with Victoria reminded me that I read way too many porn comics and it gets in the way of me enjoying things the way other people do, sometimes.

>>5203071
>>5203072
>>5203081
>>5203105
>>5203127
>>5203213
>>5203240
I'll try to combine these votes as best as I can. Writing...

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“How do you know Cindy and her family?” you asked.

Morbius’ posture seemed to straighten when you addressed him directly. “We worked together on several occasions. Her family had a vested interest in preventing this city from falling into darkness. And at certain times, our interests aligned.” he explained, before turning his gaze on Cindy. “I taught Miss Moon here how to best kill a vampire. She was very young back then.”

Cindy nodded her acknowledgement, but didn’t otherwise let her emotions show on her face.

“Cindy’s parents were killed by cultists.” you carefully said, not mentioning that vampires were involved. “We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”

Morbius turned to look at you, and in that one moment, his expression was unreadable.

“I want to make sure that they aren’t after her too.” you continued. “As I understand, these cultists are of a…similar nature to your own, and may reflect poorly on you. I don’t want to assume, but I’m guessing that you’ll want to get in front of this as soon as possible.”

Morbius took a step towards you, and…smelled you?

“Your blood smells strange. Are you sick?” he asked.

“Not…that I know of?” you answered with a shrug.

He gave you a considering look, before sighing and folding his arms over his chest. “And where exactly do you fit into all this?”

“I just want to help a kid sleep easier at night.” you easily said.

Morbius remained silent for a long moment, his crimson eyes boring into you without mercy as he tapped a long talon on his forearm.

“Very well.” he finally said. “But let’s stop prancing around the issue and get down to business. Miss Moon’s family was indeed targeted by vampires. And not just any vampires, either. They are servants of Lily Cromwell. Otherwise known as ‘Baroness Blood’.”

“You know who did it?” Matt said, finally speaking up.

Morbius nodded. “I do. Snowsnake and Baron Blood were spotted entering Miss Moon’s home that night. And while I do not doubt the young lady’s ability, I haven’t the slightest idea as to why they would allow her to escape.” he mused, glancing over at Cindy. “Blood can be sloppy sometimes, but Snowsnake usually doesn’t make those kinds of mistakes. She is very skilled in combat, and in tracking.”

“You think they let her go on purpose?” you said.

“It’s possible. It’s either that, or…they were too preoccupied to continue chasing her.” Morbius said.

The vampiric patrons that you couldn’t quite see were now murmuring amongst one another. You could now see multiple sets of pearly white fangs glinting in the faint candlelight, and you were certain that they were sizing you up like a slab of meat.

“Do either of you think you might have been followed?” Matt asked, looking at both you and Cindy.

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You paused, and then shook your head. “I can sense when someone wants to hurt me. If we were being followed by bloodthirsty vampires, I think I would’ve known by now.” you proclaimed.

Morbius looked slightly skeptical, but he couldn’t disregard the confidence with which you declared this.

“You think Blade might have interfered, sir?” said a calm voice to your right. You turned to see a pale figure emerging from the darkness. His hair was pink and spiky, and whatever wasn’t shaven completely had been draped over his left eye. His clothing was similar to what Morbius was wearing, but it had more of a “punk rock” feel to it.

“No. He is still in Los Angeles, I believe.” Morbius confirmed.

“What about his daughter, Fallon Gray?” the young vampire asked. His behavior was far more mild mannered than you would’ve guessed from looking at his appearance.

“She is in Chicago. And I hardly think that she is skilled enough to take on Snowsnake.” Morbius replied. “Could it have been Elsa Bloodstone?”

“Last I checked, she was in an alternate dimension.” the punk vampire said.

“Hm. Then this is quite the conundrum. It would appear that our fair city has a new hunter of sorts. And a skilled one at that.” Morbius declared.

“That’s a good thing, right?” you said.

“That depends on whether they plan on stopping at Cromwell’s thralls, or kicking in my front door and clearing us out entirely.” Morbius said with a sigh.

“You think they’re that good?” Matt asked.

Morbius just shrugged. “We won’t know for sure until we encounter them.”

You pulled out the map that Cindy made and offered it to the club’s owner. He took it from your hands and examined it closely.

“I hope we do run into them. We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.” you explained.

Morbius nodded approvingly. “This is good work. You did this all by yourself?”

You glanced at Cindy and shrugged. She looked just as proud, if not more. “I had a bit of help from some people that I know. And since you haven’t ripped my head off by now, can I assume that you’d be willing to lend a helping claw, or at least let us operate within your territory?” you asked.

Morbius shoved the map back into your hands and gave you a pat on the shoulder. You didn’t like the way that his claws dragged against the fabric of your suit. It was only then that you were reminded that he could easily tear your arm off and beat you with it. Probably. Okay, you weren’t 100% sure that he was stronger than you, but you didn’t want to find out tonight if you could help it.

(Cont.)

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“Do not worry. I am not affiliated with any of these cabals, and there are more than a few operating within my territories. Shutting them down would be within both our best interests. If these ‘cultists’ attract too much attention, then it is possible that this city’s superhumans will devote all of their effort into exterminating our kind.” Morbius said with a large, toothy grin.

“So you’ll help us?” Matt said.

Morbius nodded. “I cannot help personally, as I need to protect my people by providing a safe haven during these troubling times. With a new hunter on the loose, there’s no telling what might happen.” he said, gesturing towards the shifting figures in the dark. They didn’t look or sound anywhere near as innocent and helpless as Morbius was making them out to be. “Instead, I will have B-Negative look into these cabals for me. If you wish to request his services in this matter, you need only give me a call.” he declared, gesturing towards the punk vampire from before.

You were about to thank him for his hospitality, but Cindy beat you to the punch by flipping to a prepared note that she’d written for him earlier.

“You are very welcome, Miss Moon. So long as you continue to fulfill your role, you are always welcome in my domain.” Morbius said while gently patting her head. “And you are also welcome to the many suppliers that I have positioned around the city, should you require additional equipment. These services will not be free, however. I do have a business to run, after all.”

You supposed that seemed reasonable. All in all, this went far better than you could’ve hoped. Either Morbius had a better handle on things that you thought, or his patrons were more well behaved than their feral mannerisms implied.

>You’ve gained Michael Morbius as a contact!

How will you spend the rest of tonight?

>Strike while the iron is hot! Hit one of the vampire strongholds!
>Stock up on silver at one of Morbius’ suppliers.
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.
>Write-in.

>>5203445
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
But of course, let's see if Matt's willing to stay in a place like this or if he wants to go out and wait. Or if he's just going back home, we asked for his help but that didn't meant that we're dragging him up and down in our shit. If he wants to just go then we just thank him and tell him when we're going to strike

>>5203456
+1

>>5203445
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.
All we needed was information and we got that.
Now we just need to rest up and make a proper plan.
Plus it'll give us a chance to fill Flint in on what's been going on while he's been in observation.
Okay real shit we need to get home fucking NOW. If there's even a 1% chance Snowsnake is still active, they DEFINITELY has Cindy's scent. It's not a matter of if, but when they follow it to Vic's house. Vic and Pete are in mind-boggling danger.

>>5203456
+1

>>5203459
We cant stay home 24/7. The less often we're home, the less likely Snowflake is to paying our family a visit. We need to kill these vampires tonight, even if we need to chug several espressos.

>>5203445
>>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Write-in.
Once we're away from this place, ask Cindy if she got the moonarang from this mysterious new vampire hunter, because he might have seen us before... though those moonarangs had a bunch of gas coming out of them.

>>5203459
>metagaming vote
shiggy diggy doo

>>5203456
support

>>5203445
whew, that was intense
>"Can you perchance elaborate on what role she has to fulfill?"
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.

>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
>Stock up on silver at one of Morbius’ suppliers.

>>5203471
>Good point but why fight vampires at night when they make much easier prey during the day?
>>5203445
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.

>>5203472
right, Cindy is probably the best person to ask on the grizzly details of the time her parents were killed, but... ya know

>>5203546
Asking her to describe this one heroic dude who showed up isn't the same as asking her to relive the entire moment, silly. Besides, she's hardened as fuck and her balls are probably bigger than Ben's.

>>5203549
I'm not enough of an armchair psychiatrist to tell you how triggers work
I'm also not saying to not do it, I'm just saying that we should be aware of it being able to trigger her and we (the players) should have that on a more serious vote than an offhand mention as a write-in

>>5203445
>>Strike while the iron is hot! Hit one of the vampire strongholds!

>>5203445
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
Then.
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.

>>5203445
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
>Go to Vic's house and try to vampire proof the place, just in case.
Better to be safe than sorry.

>>5203456
>>5203458
>>5203471
>>5203485
Writing...

Gonna try and squeeze out a few more updates today, if possible.

>>5204266
you are good people

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“If you don’t mind, I’d like to know if you’d be willing to tell me more about these vampires.” you said.

Morbius’ smile disappeared as he nodded and took on a more grave expression. “Certainly. But if it’s alright with you, I would appreciate it if we took this conversation somewhere more private.” he suggested, glancing around at the shifting figures in the dark. Your Spider-Sense has been blaring on and off for a while now. A lot of these guys wanted to hurt you, but were well aware of the consequences of doing so in front of the club’s owner.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” you said, looking around along with him. Your gaze eventually landed on Matt, and you remembered that he was probably struggling to stay in this room with all these pungent aromas. With his superhuman senses, you imagined that the mere act of breathing was probably excruciating for him. Even Cindy was making faces, despite having been here several times before. “Hey Matt, would you mind waiting outside? Me and Cindy are gonna stay behind and ask a few questions.”

He gave you a grateful nod, and then glanced warily at Morbius and his guards. “Just shout if you need anything.” he said, before turning around and walking back out the way you came.

After he was gone, Morbius showed you to a private room of his on a deeper level within the compound, while B-Negative stayed behind to make sure that none of the other patrons got too riled up.

Once you were alone, in what you could only describe as an overly gothic subterranean CEO’s office, you and Cindy took a seat on a plush leather couch in the center of the room. The floor and walls seemed to be carved from large, deep red marble tiles. The color was quite striking. But not nearly as striking as the massive coffin sitting in the corner of the room. Did he really sleep in that thing?

“So,” Morbius began, snapping you out of your trance. “What do you wish to know?”

“I want to know what we’re up against.” you said, leaning forward a bit. “You mentioned a lot of names back there, but I have no idea who any of those people are. Should I be worried?”

Morbius leaned back against his desk and glanced up at the ceiling. “That depends…” he said with a sigh.

“Depends on what?”

“On whether Baroness Blood is directly involved, or if she just sent her minions to do her bidding in this city.” he replied, glancing between you and Cindy. “Don’t eat that.” he said to the young girl, who had a dark brown orb of what you thought was chocolate floating near her open mouth.

She sniffed it, recoiled from the smell and tossed it back into the bowl. Apparently it wasn’t chocolate.

“Is she that strong?” you asked.

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“Very. Aside from Dracula himself, she’s one of the most powerful vampires still walking this earth.” he explained.

You chuckled at that. “Wait wait wait! Dracula’s real!? You’re joking, right?”

Michael Morbius didn’t look amused in the slightest. His burning red eyes were firmly locked on yours, not even blinking. You glanced at Cindy, who was nodding her agreement.

“Shit…” you muttered, wishing you hadn’t been burdened with the knowledge that such a creature actually existed, and still roamed the earth.

“Indeed. It is important for us to thwart the Baroness’ plans before she can sink her claws into this city.” Morbius said.

“Then tell me about the Baroness and her cronies.” you demanded.

Morbius nodded and cleared his throat. “The Baroness is something of an influential figure in the vampire community. She all but worshiped the first Baron Blood, despite him having killed her father and stolen his identity. Eventually, she made a name for herself, and became a loyal underling that answered directly to Dracula. She is very powerful, and highly resourceful. If she truly is in this city with her minions, then we might be in trouble.” he explained.

“And the other two? Snowsnake and Baron Blood?”

“Snowsnake is a three-hundred year old Japanese vampire that served her lord as a resplendent warrior before she was turned. Now, she acts as Cromwell’s right hand. Usually to crush her enemies.” Morbius said, stroking his beard with a clawed hand. “Be careful of that one. She fights using two katanas, and is very adept at using them.”

You nodded and waited for Morbius to continue talking. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Cindy taking notes on every description in her notepad.

“As for Baron Blood, I do not believe that this is the original. Probably some pretender that adopted his mantle and inherited his costume.”

“Who was he?” you asked.

“A fool who sought to manipulate Dracula, only to be hypnotized and turned into a vampire by Vlad himself. The Impaler gave the Baron orders to wreak havoc on England, saying that the country repulsed him. So Blood put on a costume, and sided with the Germans during both World Wars.”

“Baron Blood was a Nazi Vampire!?” you exclaimed.

Cindy simply nodded along and studiously scribbled a swastika onto the page where she was taking notes on Baron Blood.

“Yes. He’s something of a talking point amongst my people.” Morbius said with a groan. “Every now and again, he’ll pop somewhere in history. There are even stories of him fighting with Captain America, Namor, and the Original Human Torch.”

“There’s ANOTHER Human Torch!?”

Morbius held up a hand and smiled slightly. “That is a story for another time. I do believe that is enough revelation for one night. As for Baron Blood, I do not think that this one is the original. He is merely a pretender that does not possess his strength, skill or experience.” he said, in what he probably assumed was a reassuring pep talk.

“Thanks for the history lesson. We’ll be on the lookout for them when we’re patrolling tonight.” you said, rising from your seat.

Morbius raised an eyebrow at you and pushed off of his desk. “Patrol? What is it that you are looking for?” he asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you said in disbelief. “We’re gonna find that mysterious new hunter!” you declared. And Cindy seemed to mirror your enthusiasm.

Morbius shook his head, but he didn’t protest your decision when he let you out of his office and led you back upstairs. By some miracle, nothing awful happened to you or Matt when you and Cindy met up with him outside. Morbius’ parting words implied that you were welcome to come back, should some new developments arise. But the bouncer’s expression gave you the distinct impression that he didn’t agree with his master’s sentiment.

—-
Shortly afterwards, you thanked Matt and watched him swing away until you couldn’t see him anymore. The guy had done you a solid on short notice more than once, and he never asked for anything in return. You were starting to like working with people that had a morally upright disposition. It was a cheap and reliable service.

Silently, you forced yourself to realize that you probably owed Matt more in favors than what you owed Felicia and Prowler in cold, hard cash.

Putting that aside, for now, you still had a job to do. You and Cindy needed to locate that mysterious monster hunter. If you were lucky, they’d be reasonable enough to join you on your totally wholesome and justified crusade against Moon God worshiping, bloodsucking mutants.

>Roll 1d100+10, bo3!

Rolled 81 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5204289

Rolled 62 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5204289
Let me plummet the usual good rolls of the quest

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5204289

Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

too bad you guys didn't wait for THIS

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>>5204313
Nice scripts dude

>>5204313
Damn, we missed on a 100+

>>5204338
hey, 91 is still pretty good

>>5204290
>>5204291
>>5204304
Taking these. Will start writing once I get back home in a few.

>>5204313
OOF!

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>91

You’d think that following the tracks of a vampire hunter in a society that barely acknowledged the existence of vampires would be difficult, right? Because it’d have to be, right? How else would it remain a widely known secret?

Well Cindy pretty much flipped your perspective on its ass, because she was like a Bloodhound for the supernatural. You were starting to see the products of her parent’s training kick in as she tracked this hunter and retraced their steps from their old hunting grounds. Considering how vampires turned to ash when they died, it was pretty hard to find any traces of their existence at the scene of the murder. But not for Cindy.

With her acute senses, she was able to sniff out the remnant ashes and follow them towards the hunter’s next destination. Considering how much you were moving around, this guy didn’t have a permanent home, or anything. They just went around dusting vamps until the sun rose, and then they would do it again the following night.

Interestingly, Cindy noted that the scene of each hunt was vastly different from the last. So much so that she assumed that you were tracking more than one hunter. That complicated things. By following more than one trail, your chances of catching either of them became hopelessly slim.

And right when you were about to give up hope, Cindy made another startling observation. The hunter that you were following was leading you in circles, on purpose. But it wasn’t like they were attempting to flee. From the way that she described it, it was like they were playing a game, or testing you.

You didn’t like being toyed with, but it probably said something if your target didn’t disappear as soon as they caught wind of your presence. This game went back and forth, as you tracked the hunter, and then they circled back and started tracking you. The whole thing felt a bit ridiculous, really. But Cindy seemed to be having fun with it. She was in her element. The “Hunter’s Moon”, hard at work.

—----

Eventually, the trail led you to an abandoned construction site. There was no sign of any vamps being dusted, so you were 80% sure that you’d just been led into a trap. And almost as if the universe wanted to prove your suspicions right at every turn, you heard footsteps coming from behind. Both you and Cindy turned to see a striking woman with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail, with the sides shaved down. Her facial features were soft, but her determined expression was harsh and spoke of someone who had been through many hardships in their life. She wore a dark brown cloak that was wrapped around, what you could only assume was, a bodysuit with lightweight armor padding slipped underneath.

Her gaze was sharp as she turned it on you, and then Cindy. Those brown eyes seemed to sweep across the room in an instant, taking in every detail and stowing them away for later. Your Spider-Sense wasn’t acting up, so you took comfort in the fact that she wasn’t immediately hostile towards you.

“Why have you been following me?” she said in heavily accented English. You weren’t an expert by any means, but she sounded Russian.

What will you say?

>”I think we have similar goals. You’re killing vampires, I want to kill vampires.”
>”You do good work. Must’ve come across more than a dozen of your kill-sites on the way here.”
>”I should ask you the same. You could’ve run or taken a pot-shot at us before we even caught a whiff of you.”
>”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”
>Write-in.

>>5204338
>>5204340
A 100+ would've allowed you to find both hunters in one night.

>>5204555
”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”

>>5204555
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”

>>5204555
>”You do good work. Must’ve come across more than a dozen of your kill-sites on the way here.”
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”
>”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”

not sure if this one was better to find than the other one desu

>>5204555
>”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”
>I'm new to this business, but I know that you are new to the city. So it seems we have something that the other lacks, right?

>>5204555
>”I should ask you the same. You could’ve run or taken a pot-shot at us before we even caught a whiff of you.”
>"Trying to cover for your friend?"

>>5204558
>>5204562
>>5204566
>>5204571
Taking the most popular votes. Writing...

You US based? >>5204602

>>5204608
Yes, I live in NA. I work night shifts at my job currently, so I sleep during the day and work at night. This'll most likely change once I move in a few months, but I'm trying to make sure this quest doesn't die before then.

>>5204611
Damn, that's gonna make things a lot less convenient for us eurofags.

>>5204618
I'll try my best to find a good balance. I find that going to sleep early in the morning and waking up a few hours later works well for me.

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“We were honestly trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.” you explained.

She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at that. “Friend?” she asked, right before her eyes widened in recognition. “Ah. You refer to the White One. We have met in passing, but I would not go so far as to refer to him as an ally or an acquaintance. His work is that of a butcher’s.”

You exchanged a glance with Cindy, feeling hopeful for the first time in many long hours. She seemed to be strangely excited, for some reason. “You know the other hunter?” you asked.

She gave a small nod. “I have observed him from afar, yes. He is a very peculiar individual.” she said, drawing her cloak tighter around her torso. “His fighting style, tactics and mannerisms seem to change each time I encounter him. It is a tactic that I employ rather often, but I have never seen anything quite like this. It is like he can become a completely different person in the blink of an eye.”

Cindy wrapped her fingers together and gave the woman a questioning look. She frowned in response.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I am merely interested in him…from a purely scientific perspective, of course. If possible, I would like to study him further.” she thought aloud.

“If I’m being entirely honest, I was hoping that we could either team up, or exchange information on a topic of mutual interest.” you said.

“I did not come to this concrete jungle for ‘team-ups’. I am here to slay great, and powerful beasts. Only then can I bring honor to my family name.” she proudly declared with her hands on her hips.

“What is your family name, anyway?” you asked.

She studied you for a moment, and then raised her chin and straightened her back. “Kravinoff. Anastasia Kravinoff. You would do well to remember it.” she advised.

“Alright, Ana…” you began, pretending not to notice the way her eye twitched when you called her that. “Here’s what we know so far.”

—---

Over the next several minutes, you relayed the information that Morbius gave you at the Eternal Club. You purposefully left out the fact that such a club existed, because you didn’t doubt that Ana might try to stake Morbius if she ever found out about him. Throughout the course of your retelling, she didn’t interrupt once. She simply nodded and waited for your story to reach its conclusion.

“So this…’Baroness Blood’ is the mightiest among them?” she asked.

“No. That’d be Count Dracula. I’m told that she’s pretty powerful and influential, though.” you explained.

“Then she might yet be worthy prey.”

Cindy waved at her and held up her notepad. There, she briefly explained how neither of you were completely certain that Baroness Blood was even in the city.

“If that is the case, then I shall find out for myself.” Ana said, flapping her cape as she made a dramatic turn and started walking away from you.

It didn’t escape you notice how she didn’t share any information of her own. She was either unwilling to provide anything of substance, or she had truly just stumbled into this whole mess.

“Wait! Wouldn’t it be better to take her on together? Even great hunters need help sometimes.” you argued.

She stopped and glanced back at you over her shoulder. “What is your name?”

“I go by ‘Huntsman’, these days.” you proclaimed.

Ana scoffed and turned around completely to face you. “You? A hunter?” she said in disbelief. “What have you, an American, hunted down that wasn’t already deep-fried, packaged and processed?”

How will you respond?

>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
>”I fought a giant Tarantula, a ferocious White Tiger and a fiendish Devil-spawn with my bare hands! All in one night!”
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
>Write-in.

>>5204611
Hope you keep this up, better than fate redux

>>5204637
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
>"What have YOU done besides trespass in another hunter's territory and steal small game?"

>>5204640
I appreciate all the support. So long as you guys keep coming back, I will keep writing

>>5204637
I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
>”I fought a giant Tarantula, a ferocious White Tiger and a fiendish Devil-spawn with my bare hands! All in one night!”

>>5204637
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”

Better underplay our achievements. Don't want to be a challenge for her right now, not while the vampires still need a-stakin'.

>>5204637
>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”

So Moonknight is fighting vampires, probably to get his money from Dracula. I wonder what Cindy thinks of him

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>>5204651
He can't have her, she's our daughteru now.

>>5204637
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
>"Now now, quit joking, I surely got into some problems. If you wanna know, maybe there's something in the internet..."
>If one of our phones is a modern one, try to use some data to search for some news about the Vultures battle and something linked with Doctor Connors, of course just showing the fight footage surely someone recorded.

>>5204637
>I fought an army of metal vulture men, dueled a blind man that can see and his aprentice, magical white tiger woman, a lizard spider in the sewers, a bunch of insane, heavily armored murderers. I also fought a woman that was dressed in tarantala themed clothings, but she was so easy that it barely counts.
>And that was all in the same week I got into the hunting business.

>>5204654
She's our ward. Moon Knight can come to our rooftop barbecues though.

Y'know what? Changing >>5204656 to >>5204649 don't wanna start flexing and having this bootleg Kraven looking-ass behind our back

>>5204649
Supporting this

>>5204637
>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
and
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”

>>5204637
>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
I've also escaped the IRS on multiple occasions. Let me tell you, they dont fuck around. Seriously I'm pretty sure they sent meta humans after me once.

>>5204667
He better bring some marinated or dried meats for us to cook. Should we prepare anything? Season kabobs? Marinated chicken? Home made burger patties? Ribs?
Should we use charcoal? Apple wood? A combo of both? Will we use charcoal or propane?

>>5204644
>>5204651
>>5204659
>>5204799
>>5205081
Taking these. Writing...

Apologies to anyone that voted for the option to be discreet in their dealings with Lady Kraven. The vote would've swung in your favor if I was able to finish the update in time. Gonna take a nap after this update so I can stay awake in between voting periods.

>>5205082
Presumably he does have accesses to some authentic ancient Egyptian recipes. Say what you will about them but they knew how to preserve meat.

Fuckdammit, dealing with Nasty's shit is the last thing we need right now with all these other plot threats dangling their urgency over Ben's head. It's like dealing Nick Spencer's shit all over again, except it's not even the writer's fault.

>>5205322
Would you like a "Loose Ends" pastebin listing any unfinished business?

>>5205323
Would probably keep things nice and tidy

>>5205324
That depends on what you consider to be a threat.

So far, it's:

>Drago escaped, has been horribly scarred, and is plotting his revenge
>Green Goblin exists
>Tombstone was spurned
>Maria Hill has been giving you the stink eye
>Slip escaped, and is continuing to knock out power in certain sections of NY
>The mystery behind Connor's sudden transformation
>Arcade's fuckery
>Cindy's vampire problems

Some of these problems aren't as pressing as others, but will develop into problems in the future. Some of those problems can be turned into advantages if you're savvy enough

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You briefly considered boasting about your previous conquests, but then thought better of it when you realized that she just might refocus her efforts on you, instead of these vampires. She didn’t seem to be above targeting sentient creatures.

“Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.” you said, stepping forward and pointing a finger at her.

Ana just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Those do not count. Stomping out the life of a creature lower than yourself can only be considered cruelty. I doubt that you would have much to offer in this partnership.” she decided.

“Wait a minute. I wasn’t done listing my many impressive achievements.” you declared.

“Oh?”

“I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago, AND I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.” you proclaimed.

Ana’s eyes widened slightly, but she made a deliberate effort to keep her expression neutral. “So you say. But do you have any trophies to show for these conquests of yours?”

You scratched the back of your head and struggled to recall whether you’d grabbed something from Dr. Connors other than his ID badge.

“Well no, but-”

You were quickly cut off by a sharp whistle from Cindy as she dug into her backpack, and pulled out a long, sharp tooth. It looked exactly like the ones that filled Connors mouth when you fought him.

You were about to ask her when she had the time to extract the tooth, and why she still carried it around in the first place. But during your period of stunned silence, Cindy had already flicked the tooth to Ana, who caught it effortlessly. She then turned to look up at you, and gave you a knowing wink.

She examined the tooth with great interest, most likely comparing it to those of creatures she was already familiar with. “I have never seen anything like this before. Where is the creature now?”

“Being detained. And I don’t think they’re taking visitors.” you explained.

She sighed, and relaxed a bit, her expression returning to the textbook example of stoicism that she'd worn for most of this conversation. “A pity. I would very much like to see it in person.”

“Why don’t you feast your eyes on this instead?” you said, showing her the article on your phone that summarized your public battle with the Vultures. She snatched the phone from your hand and her eyes darted from side to side as she scrolled down to read it. When she was finished, her eyes trailed back up to meet yours. There was something different about the way that she looked at you now. She was reassessing you.

“You are a very strange man, Huntsman. With even stranger targets. Perhaps there is more to be found in this concrete jungle than I had originally thought.” she pondered aloud, before refocusing on you with a glint of excitement in her eyes. “How would you feel about a…friendly competition? What, say…tomorrow night?” she said, handing your phone back to you.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“What else? I propose…a hunt!” Ana declared, clenching her fist tightly. “We will both attack one of the dwelling places of these ‘vampires’, and between the two of us, we shall see who can take down the most prey.”

“Any rules? you asked.

“You may use whichever weapon suits your needs, and any method of subduing your target is allowed. Killing and subjugation are both acceptable. However, you must not let any of your prey escape.” she proclaimed. “Are these terms acceptable?”

What will you say?

>”Sure thing. Hope you’re prepared to lose.”
>”Sorry, but I don’t have time to play around, and I certainly don’t have to prove myself to you.”
>”So I get to use my guns, and you’re just gonna use daggers and darts and shit? Aren’t you handicapping yourself, here?”
>”We still need a referee. I don’t trust you not to lie about your kill count.”
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
>”Why don’t we sweeten the pot and wager something of value?”(Write-in.)
>Write-in.

>>5205335
Why don’t we sweeten the pot and wager something of value?”
A date

>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”

>>5205335
>”Sure thing. Hope you’re prepared to lose.”

>>5205335
"I don't know, I usually hunt to assure my and my kin's survival. The point of finding you and teaming up was to increase those odds. Splitting up and doing something reckless to win a pointless wager goes against that."

>>5205335
>>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
>”Why don’t we sweeten the pot and wager something of value?”(Write-in.)
A favor. Within reason, though, so she can't make us murder someone we like or want to keep around, for instance.

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>>5205341
>sticking your dick in the crazy

>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
No bets!

>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”

>>5205365
We're all a little crazy anon

>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”

>>5205344
>>5205414
>>5205435
>>5205486
Writing...

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“Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!” you exclaimed, earning you a flat look from Ana.

“Are all Americans this obnoxious, or is it a trait specific to you?” she asked.

“Oh, man. If you think I’m obnoxious, then you’ve clearly never been to the MoMA on a Saturday afternoon.”

The Huntress rubbed her forehead, seemingly regretting having made the offer in the first place. “Just give me your map.” she requested, holding her other hand out. You did so, and she marked the location of the vampire den, as well as the time that the competition was supposed to take place. “Here. Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Annie.” you said, and that earned you another eye twitch.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t stay long after that, and you and Cindy were left alone at the construction site. You never caught onto the trail of the “White One” again that night, so you decided to head home after taking a few detours to throw Annie off of your trail. You didn’t need her following you around when you didn’t have your mask on.

—---

After a decent night’s sleep, you woke up late and started making preparations for your outing with the Huntress. So far, you only had a few anti-vamp weapons and a rough idea of what the area around the den looked like. If you wanted a decent chance at winning this competition, then you’d probably have to do a little legwork.

You didn’t like the idea that this woman was playing games with you during such an important period in Cindy’s life, but if it guaranteed you a stalwart ally, you were willing to play along for a little while.

What will you do?(Choose 3)

>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Case the den and try to spot any tactical advantages that could be exploited.
>Craft some more anti-vamp weapons.(Write-in.)
>Head to the Library and check out the Oscorp Flash Drive.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
>Catch up on the local news. It’s always good to stay informed.
>Write-in.

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

>>5205541
>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Catch up on the local news. It’s always good to stay informed.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.

>>5205548
This plus call him out on the fake dagger

>>5205541
>>Head to the Library and check out the Oscorp Flash Drive.
>Catch up on the local news. It’s always good to stay informed.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
tell Phin that we know the knife is coated

>>5205541
>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
>Case the den and try to spot any tactical advantages that could be exploited.

>>5205568
>>5205568
+1

>>5205541
>>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Craft some more anti-vamp weapons.(Wood stakes)
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.

>>5205541
>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls
Craft some more anti-vamp weapons. fragmentation grenade with silver shards and uv flashlight
>Case the den and try to spot any tactical advantages that could be exploited.

>>5205548
>>5205555
>>5205568
>>5205580
>>5205579
>>5205592
>>5205598
Taking the most popular votes. Writing...

>Stock up
>Deliver the Vulture suits
>Catch up on the local news

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First and foremost, you had to stock up on silver in order to expand your anti-vamp arsenal. If Morbius’ map was anything to go by, then there was a thrall relatively nearby that worked at a corner store. You should be able to make it if you hurry.

—--------

On the way there, you decided to use your Bluetooth to listen to local news reports. People were still pretty spooked about those terrorists that the Avengers have been fighting. Their frustration with the renowned hero team was reaching its peak, with almost all of the pressure being placed on Tony Stark to come up with a solution. You almost felt bad for the guy, even if he was a filthy rich asshole.

The next report was also covering an event that you had a hand in. Judging from the description that the reporter gave, you were fairly certain that Slip was still running around somewhere. And everywhere he went, the lights went out, along with anything that operated on electricity. The phenomenon was causing massive pile-ups, power grid failures and an increased amount of crime that went unpunished due to dead surveillance cameras and lack of artificial lighting.

Reed Richards actually chimed in on this one, admitting that the suit that Slip was using was actually an experimental prototype of his that went missing not too long ago. He went on to explain how it worked, but there was a lot of paraphrasing involved due to time constraints. Apparently, anyone who wore the suit was capable of freely rearranging their molecular structure by absorbing any and all available energy to power the suit. This involved any sunlight, electricity, plasma, etc.

When you broke the doohickey on the side of his belt, you probably cranked the suit’s absorbing properties up to max, making him a walking black hole for any sort of potential energy. And to top it all off, he couldn’t take the damn thing off until the suit was repaired, but you knew that the stupid kid probably didn’t know how to fix it. The only reason he could even see at all was due to the special lenses in the suit.

As bad as all this sounded, you were certain that the situation would solve itself now that the Fantastic Four was aware of the problem. Surely, they couldn’t lose to their own invention. Surely!

Putting the issue out of your mind, you were surprised to hear that the next report was about the Green Goblin, of all people! According to the reporter, Gobbie was amassing a cult following by spreading his message of anti-corporation and pro-eco sentiment. It had pretty much become a major movement that was sweeping through the city at a breakneck pace. He even had a bodyguard now. They were described as having a shield similar to Captain America’s. They also called themselves “The Green Beret” and dressed in full body armor with the Green Goblin’s color scheme. Because that wasn’t on the nose, at all!

Just more shit to worry about later, you guessed.

(Cont.)

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—-----

When you finally arrived at the corner store, you made a point of changing into your civvies before walking inside. You casually approached the clerk, offered him the secret phrase that Morbius told you about, and the heavy set Mexican man offered you a range of options to choose from.

Their selections weren’t exactly stellar, so you went with what you already knew would be useful. A 5lb bag of ice(22 Silver Bullets), and a carton of eggs(Two Silver Knives).

He wouldn’t let you open either, but he suggested that you let the bag of ice sit in the sun for a while. If every bullet was frozen like you suspected, that would probably be ideal.

>Transaction: -$8,002
>Funds: $2,015,423

—---------

After dropping the bag off at home and instructing Cindy what to do with it, you left her to her own devices and grabbed the hauled the extremely heavy Vulture tech into a truck you rented and drove down to Phin’s shop. It was only then that you were reminded just how bad New York traffic really was. You aren’t ashamed to admit that you leaned onto your car horn and cursed out more than a few drivers on your way there. Due to Slip’s malfunctioning suit, traffic was even MORE backed up than usual.

About 2 hours later, you’d finally arrived at your destination and began dragging your haul through Phin’s front door. Being the frail old man that he was, he simply watched you move back and forth with some interest. If you didn’t have enhanced spider strength, you’d probably be pretty pissed about having to do this yourself. But no, you were pissde for another reason entirely today. And you were gonna give Phin an earful about it when he least expected it.

—-------

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you asked.

Phin stopped working on the Vulture suits and glanced up at you with an annoyed look on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“I know about the ‘Vibranium Dagger’, Phin. You totally screwed me on that deal!” you exclaimed.

The Tinkerer sighed and threw his hands up in defeat. “I never said that the knife was pure vibranium. You just assumed that-”

“Don’t bullshit me! You know full well that you did that on purpose.” you shot back. “That’s still technically misinformation, and it hurts both your reputation, and the store’s reputation.”

Phin leaned back in his chair, giving you a serious glare. You held his gaze, and after about a minute, the old man relented. “Fine! What do you want?” he asked.

What will you do?

>I want another freebie. But this time, I expect full honesty.”
>”Give me a bonus when I cash in these parts.”
>”My suit could use a few upgrades.”(Write-in. Keep it within reason, and I will decide whether your favor covers the full price.)
>”I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here somewhere?”
>Write-in.

Meant to say that there were 200 Silver Bullets in the bag of ice! My bad.

>>5205665
>”My suit could use a few upgrades."
>"I need the lenses mirrored, preferably with silver if you can, and I need the the neck made puncture resistant."
Those are pretty modest modifications, right?

So I've made some corrections to the Equipment pastebin. Following the advice of another anon, I've given you guys an equipment limit for when you're trying to use something in a pinch.

This is your total inventory, signifying everything of importance that you own:

>Handgun x 2
>Upgraded Hidden Gun x 1
>Electrified Web Bomb x 2
>Vibranium Dagger x 1
>Additional magazines x 2
>Lightly armored, heat resistant suit
>Thermal Lenses
>Smart watch w/Bluetooth
>Burner phone
>Silencer x 2
>Oscorp Flashdrive
>Slip’s suit component
>Garlic Pepper Pellet x 3
>Silver Knuckle Dusters

And this is the inventory that is immediately available to you when you're wearing your Spidey suit:

Inventory(12/16):

>Handgun x2
>Upgraded Hidden Gun x 1
>Electrified Web Bomb x 2(Fits into One Pouch)
>Vibranium(Coated) Dagger x 1
>Additional magazines x 2
>Burner Phone x 1
>Real Phone x 1
>Silencer x 2(Counts as 1)
>Garlic Pepper Pellet x 3(Fits into One Pouch)
>Silver Knuckle Dusters x 1

The rule goes as follows:

Any gadgets exceeding 3 in quantity will have to be put in another pouch. Further modifications can be made to give yourself more inventory space, but this is how it stands currently. Anything that isn't lightweight or small is likely to take up multiple slots.

>>5205665
>>”I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here somewhere?”

>>5205665
>”My suit could use a few upgrades.”(Write-in. Keep it within reason, and I will decide whether your favor covers the full price.)
Second hidden gun, with the same upgrades if possible. UV flashlight. Gas mask.

Extra bullet output is good for any situation if we can use whatever bullets we want, and the gas mask is in case someone like Moonie turns against us with their chemical warfare capabilities.

>>5205672
Bit too modest if you ask me. What would literal silvered lenses even do? Are we attacking people with our eyeballs now?

>>5205665
>"Tell me what I could do with this..." (Show him Slip's suit component)

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>>5205685
>What would literal silvered lenses even do?
Not a big fan of Bela Lugosi, are you?

>>5205685
>support

>>5205685
I don't think those are suit upgrades...

>>5205678

Oh shit, please add >>5205688 to my vote

>>5205689

Nope, I'm still in the "functional penis" stage of my life.

>>5205694
>Nope, I'm still in the "functional penis" stage of my life.
You'll get there my friend.

>>5205665
I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here somewhere?” also I want a freebie or I'll make your egg head into scrambled eggs.

>>5205665
>”I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here

>>5205688
+1

>>5205685
>>5205688
>Support

>>5205678
>>5205688 +1

Making the neck of the suit puncture resistant is also a good idea

>>5205685
>>5205691
>>5205688
>>5205717
>>5205694
>>5205752
>>5206120
Half the update was already written, so I'm gonna finish it up now. Writing...

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“My suit could use a few upgrades.” you said, before listing out your demands one at a time. Phin listened silently and nodded until you were done.

“The UV flashlight is pretty simple. I can add it as an alternate setting to the one on your belt. As for the gas mask, I can probably install a thin film that filters out most poisons and toxins. Keep in mind that it won’t work for everything.” he explained, massaging his jaw as he spoke.

“And the gun’s gonna eat up most of your budget. I’m gonna need some money up-front for that project. The parts involved are pretty pricey.” he continued.

“That’s fine. Just give me an estimate.” you replied.

“Let’s say…give me 5K and we’re square.”

“5K!? You’re supposed to be doing me a favor!”

“I am!” Phin exclaimed, slamming his hands down onto the table. “Do you have any idea how expensive vibranium is?”

You shook your head slowly.

“11K a gram! For a gram!” he shouted. “If I charged you full price for something made of pure vibranium, you’d have to sell your blood, hair, bone marrow and all your organs 100 times over just to afford it!”

Phin rose from his chair in a rush, poking a boney finger into your chest. He was practically fuming at this point. “So don’t go telling me that I screwed you over, because the price I gave you for it was a fucking steal!”

You honestly didn’t have anything to say in response to that. You knew Phin was technically right, and if it weren’t for the knife, you would’ve never made it out of the sewers alive when you went to rescue Callisto. But you didn’t want him to know that.

After a minute, and several calming breaths, Phin sat back down in his chair and started to examine the upgrades that Prowler made to your Hidden Gun.

“One more thing.” you said, and you could already see that Phin was trying his best not to look at you. “Tell me what I can do with this…”

When Phin looked up to see the device that you held in your hand, his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. You allowed him to take it from you, and he was so careful in his movements that you thought he truly expected the thing to fall apart with the slightest provocation. His jaw was working the air, opening and closing wordlessly as his talented mind reeled from the shock.

“W-where in the blazes did you get this…?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Took it off some kid when he was trying to rob me. Apparently, it belonged to an experimental suit that Reed Richards made.” you explained.

He looked at you in alarm, then. “The one from the news!?”

“Yeah! That’s the one!” you confirmed. “Think you can make it work for me?”

Phin swallowed hard and placed the device down on the table in front of him. “I’ll…see what I can do.” he promised.

(Cont.)

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You nodded and left him to his own devices. Quite literally.

—----

A couple of hours later, you were back to find him drawing up what looked like holographic schematics for your potential upgrades. He was manipulating the fine lines with his slender, wrinkled fingers, but he stopped working once he noticed you coming in.

“Ah, Benny! You came at just the right moment!” he said cheerfully, clearly having forgotten your earlier spat. “I’ve discovered a few ways that the component can be used for your benefit. But first, I must explain a few things to you.”

He gestured for you to sit down across from him, and you did so.

“As Richards detailed in his interview, this component finely tunes the absorbing properties of the suit. Without it, the user is likely running around sucking up any and all forms of available energy. If he ever learned how to control it, it would become almost impossible for anyone to contain him.” he explained.

“How so?”

“He can manipulate his molecular structure like Mr. Fantastic, absorb and refract light like the Invisible Woman, become as sturdy and dense as The Thing, and redirect energy like the Human Torch. With enough knowledge and self discipline, the little thief could become a one man army all on his own.”

That’s…actually a terrifying thought. Especially since you’re the one that sent him packing. You started to wonder what the likelihood of him coming back for revenge would be.

“Okay…” you muttered, sitting up in your chair. “What does this have to do with me?”

“I’m giving you options. I can simulate any of these effects for you, with limited success and functionality. But you can only pick one.” he said, waving the component in your face. “And, I’ll have to wire the component into your suit directly, so that will take some time.”

You squinted at him. “What’re my options, exactly?”

A mischievous grin touched his lips as leaned in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Who’s your favorite member of the first family? How would you like to do what they do?”

How will you answer?

>”Mr. Fantastic”: Slightly increase the range of your strikes by stretching your limbs momentarily. This effect cannot be maintained for more than a second.
>”Invisible Woman”: Absorb all incoming light for 4 seconds and render yourself temporarily invisible to the naked eye.
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
>”The Thing”: Temporarily increase your density to improve your durability for 4 seconds.

>>5206198
>”The Thing”: Temporarily increase your density to improve your durability for 4 seconds.

>>5206198
>”Mr. Fantastic”: Slightly increase the range of your strikes by stretching your limbs momentarily. This effect cannot be maintained for more than a second.

>>5206198
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
A miniature cannon. Awsome.

>>5206198
Ohhhhhh, shit, it's Owen. Fuck, did we seriously become enemies with that guy? What's next, we give The Sentry a wedgie? Fuckballs!

Okay, right, the vote.

>”The Thing”: Temporarily increase your density to improve your durability for 4 seconds.

Also, what's the cooldown on this thing?

>>5206198
Human torch

>>5206206
It's more like an AoE that bursts forth from your body.

>>5206207
I have yet to make my final decision on the cooldowns for these abilities, but here's where I'm at currently:

>Mr. Fantastic: Thrice per day.
>Invisible Woman: Twice per day
>Human Torch: Once per day.
>The Thing: Once per day.

The cooldowns on these are ranked by their raw game-changing potential and the energy that it uses from the component.

>>5206211
Thanks for the info. In that case I'm changing my vote >>5206207 here to

>”Invisible Woman”: Absorb all incoming light for 4 seconds and render yourself temporarily invisible to the naked eye.

>>5206198
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.

>>5206198
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
Guys what do you think about doing something nice for Phin? I didn't expect him to blow up like he did about the vibranium thing.

>>5206231
We are gonna pay him, that's nice. And he's already over it.
Also, I thought we were gonna kill less to get on Matt's good side, isn't the torch upgrade a bit counterproductive. We could be a literal daddy long legs instead.

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>>5206231
We just did. You think he didn't make himself a blueprint of the Reed Richards original we just handed him? He should be sucking our dick right now.

>>5206233
Yeah, as underwhelming as being able to slightly stretch 3 times a day for 4 seconds sounds, it's still way better than a power that releases enough uncontrollable energy to destroy buildings, kill nearby allies and swarm the place with glowies almost immediately whenever it is used. It makes no sense to take it now that thread 1 firmly established us as not being on a murderous path.

>>5206237
>>5206233
FIIIIIIIIIINE

>>5206198
changing my dumb vote from >>5206231 to
>”Mr. Fantastic”: Slightly increase the range of your strikes by stretching your limbs momentarily. This effect cannot be maintained for more than a second.

>>5206240
Spineless

>>5206241
Thinking about it, the Mr. Fantastic upgrade should work in the bedroom too, yes?

>>5206242
We're already at 10 inches and 6 inch girth. We don't need anymore

>>5206241
There are literally no scenarios where not being super durable or turning invisible isn't preferrable to us literally exploding considering our characterization and MO right now.

If we'd killed the Vulture, and/or if we hadn't voted to associate with SHIELD, I'd totally vote for it so we can go kamikaze Tombstone, Silvermane, and any other gang consisting mostly of non-invincibles, probably entering and exiting rapidly through the sewers with help from Callisto, but it's over now, and it would be a retarded story with an inconsistent protag and heroic theme if we did that right now.

>>5206242
For 12 seconds a day, yes. Also, shame on you for reminding me of Chris Evans' joke from that horrible movie.

>>5206249
Holy flames of fire to purge all. You are unclean heathen.

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>>5206253
You are basically the reason people rarely ever do quests anymore, you know that?

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>>5206255
Richard's is the lamest guy with the lamest powers. We'd be better off with invisibility. Not stretchy arms.

>>5206261
That's literally what I voted for. I'm literally the only one who voted for that.

>>5206262
Well looks like neither of us get what we want

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>>5206263
No, your retarded vote is actually winning right now.

>>5206266
Cool

>>5206233
>>5206237
Yeah, Phin's slick like that. His customers literally can't stop him from memorizing whatever he's working on and trying to replicate it later. The stretching might seem underwhelming, but being able to catch someone off-guard by suddenly extending your range can be super useful in a fight. No one would ever see it coming the first time you whip it out.

Plus, I couldn't think of anything else "Mr. Fantastic-like" that wouldn't make Ben's powerset absolutely ridiculous

As for the killing thing, that's entirely up to you guys. It might sound weird as the guy who's writing for Ben, but I'm very excited to see his development over the course of his career. Since this is a CYOA story, it's literally a mystery to me as of right now!

>>5206244
And yes, Ben's ability to sling pipe borders on the supernatural

>>5206262
I honestly thought invisibility was gonna be more popular

>>5206206
>>5206208
>>5206215
Looks like "Human Torch" won the vote. Writing...

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M-Muh phasing...

>>5206273
Remember we can still get more mutations.

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>>5206273
Never forget...

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Time to barbecue some folks.

>>5206272
can we go back to Phils shop and change it to one of the other settings whenever we want?

>>5206291
No, he hardwired that shit into your suit. It's stuck on the one setting. Now, if you wanted to get another suit and pay him to create another "Slip component" so he can install it in that one...

>>5206292
Slip suits for everyone! Invisible Cindy moon!

>>5206293
Keep in mind that it would be much more expensive next time, because Phin would have to recreate it from scratch with his own materials, instead of retrofitting an already existing component

>>5206294
Time for a crime spree! Also we got gypped on the diamond price if it was as large as was described.

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>>5206294
Can we explicitly ask him how much? Because it occurs to me that there are a whole lot of spider species to name suits after and a whole lot of ideas floating in my head.

I guess widow and tarantula are taken, but there's the harvestman with the long legs, wolf spiders who are known for their speed and agility, brown recluses that can kill grown men with their venom, orb weavers who specialize in trapping their prey with web, diving bell spiders who are adapted to live underwater, trapdoor spiders great at burrowing, building and ambushing, and jumping spiders who... jump.

We need at least two suits if we're to keep up this Spider-Man/Huntsman charade for any appreciable amount of time anyway, and there were multiple dope ass ideas for suits in thread one. Why would we ever pick just one? Crime should be fun!

(it is with great reluctance that I link to you this relevant pinterest page: https://www.pinterest.com/stryperman/alternate-spidey-suits/)

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You shrugged. “I always thought that the Human Torch was pretty cool. Why?”

After Phin explained what his plans were, your jaw dropped. You were more than eager to let him work on your suit for a few more hours. In the meantime, you decided to kill time by grabbing a bite to eat in a Vietnamese restaurant. It was only then that you realized just how quiet things were without Cindy around.

Okay, that was a stupid thought, but your heart was in the right place. Without Flint, Vic, Pete, or Cindy, you were once again reduced to a life of solitude. It really hadn’t bothered you this much until you moved in with your sister. Maybe you were starting to get soft.

Yeah, that had to be it.

—----

By the time you’d come back, Phin was just putting the finishing touches on your suit. He assured you that the resulting explosion wouldn’t burn you or damage your suit, but he did go through the effort of replacing your pouches with a more heat resistant material.

You thanked him and asked him what you owed him for the job, but he just shook his head and said that he’d take his cut out of your profits. When you inquired further, he went on to explain that he’d also finished calculating the price that he was willing to pay you for the equipment. And you nearly fainted, right then and there…

—----

Transaction: $32,000,000
Funds: $34,010,423

After you started hugging Phin and forcing him to dance a happy jig with you, you were promptly kicked out of his shop with your new gear and a suitcase full of money in hand. There was absolutely no way to seem inconspicuous when you were hauling as much cash as you were right now.

You were on Cloud 9. At the top of the world! In fact, the only thing preventing you from skipping all the way home like a giddy schoolgirl was your ability to web-swing. It certainly saved you some embarrassment, and a bunch of time avoiding mid-day traffic.

—----

When you got home, you were greeted by an excited Cindy Moon, who was now holding a soggy bag full of water and silver bullets. You tossed the bag aside, and forced her to start dancing with you, in Phin’s place. The two of you were so busy celebrating that you forgot to inform Felicia and Prowler of your financial success. You still owed them a cut of the proceeds, and then some. If you didn't have prior arrangements, you totally would've taken Cindy out for ice cream.

But as night rolled around, you and Cindy finished your preparations and headed out to meet with Annie, instead. You were now much more confident about your chances of impressing her tonight.

—----

(Cont.)

The three of you met at what you could only describe as a large scale crematorium with some sort of stone watchtower built alongside it. The roof was flat, but the building took up an impressive amount of space on this property. You couldn’t tell if there was anything terribly suspicious going on inside, because there weren’t any lights on, and your thermal vision couldn’t pick anything up from this range. Did vampires even have body heat?

“Be prepared, Huntsman.” Annie said over the phone. “We shall begin our attack in 15 minutes. I wish you good fortune in your endeavors.”

“Likewise, Annie.” you replied.

Your only response was an audible groan from the other end of the line.

Alright. How’re you gonna play this?

>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
>Swing around like an idiot to attract a massive amount of attention, and blow them all up when they get too close.
>Follow Anastasia and steal her kills at every given opportunity.
>Herd them into Annie’s path with your UV flashlight and Electrified Web Bombs.
>Write-in.

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

>>5206320
>>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.

>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
We leave the explosion for when the midboss vampire shows up.

>>5206320
>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.

>>5206312
I'll figure it out sometime later. Sounds like you wanna go the Batman route and have a bunch of different suits for different scenarios. You're more than welcome to, but first, you've gotta get this second secret identity off the ground. There are, in fact, multiple ways to fool Maria Hill into thinking that your two identities are separate people. You just need to find out what they are and make it look convincing.

>>5206320
>Herd them into Annie’s path with your UV flashlight and Electrified Web Bombs.

>>5206320
>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.

>>5206323
>>5206330
>>5206328
>>5206334
I usually don't call the roll order this quickly, but I desperately need a nap.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!

I'll update when I wake up again.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5206339

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5206339

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5206332
Hmm. We know of one potential shapeshifter and one guy who can do hardlight holograms, but neither are in our contacts right now. Only other thing I can think of right now is to give Phin a web fluid sample and hope he can put together a "web-shooter" of sorts so a trusted accomplice or some sort of machinized decoy Huntsman can use it while we go be Spidey somewhere else.

>>5206341
Savior

>>5206341
>>5206341
Halleluia.

How long did Ben 10 quest last?