You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! You also adopted the identity of "Spider-Man", for anyone that doesn't know about your illegal exploits, but that's besides the point.Archive:https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20QuestLast time:Ben reunited with his younger brother, Richard Parker, at a Goblin rally of all places! And somehow, he got roped into helping him to investigate the Green Goblin's bodyguard, the Green Beret! Can he and his brother snatch the coveted shield of the Red Guardian before the Russians get their hands on it?Rules:Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.How to Roll:To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
You instantly thought about running. About slipping away, finding Richard and dragging him away from this shit-show, by force if necessary. But then you considered something. The Green Beret still had valuable information that you needed to answer some of your pressing questions. And she couldn’t do that if she got flattened by that giant Rhino guy.Reluctantly, you crawled along the ceiling, dropped back down on the other side of the car and grabbed the bag before slipping out through the door that the Green Beret left from.Surprisingly, it really wasn’t that hard to evade the notice of the Russian guy with the horn. Once you were out, you began running at full speed towards the woman, pumping your legs inhumanly fast to cross the distance between you in only a few seconds.Both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned sharply to stare at you as you approached. Neither knew who’s side you were on. But when you tossed the blonde woman the bag that contained her suit, she looked back up and gave you an incredulous look.“Suit up!” you shouted, narrowly avoiding a punch from the guy in the Rhino suit. You didn’t know who this guy was, but something told you that letting him get his hands on you would be a REALLY bad idea. He’d clearly made up his mind about you from that little exchange.The Green Beret stared at you stupidly for another half second, before nodding vigorously and pulling her suit out of the bag. There were a lot of straps, belts and buckles involved in equipping the combat gear, so you decided to dance with the big guy for a little while. It’d give blondie much needed time to finish her preparations.Absently, you noted that the yellow tinge of her eyes had dimmed somewhat.“Why. Won’t. You. Sit. Still!?” the Rhino snarled, letting loose a series of devastating haymakers that you either ducked or leapt over entirely. He might have been the biggest guy you’ve ever seen, but he was slow as an ox!“Never been my strong suit.” you shot back, backflipping over a particularly dangerous looking pointy horn on the top of his head. “And speaking of strong suit’s, where’d you get yours from? I’d love to meet your designer. Do you think he or she makes clothes smaller than an XXXXXXXXL?”All you got in response was a deep growl as he lowered his head and charged you, his horn aimed squarely at your chest. He never made it that far.A disk shaped projectile flew out from your left and slammed into the back of his knees, causing him to lose balance and trip. The big guy slid the rest of the way, and you dove out of the way before he could slam headfirst into a nearby train car.Your eyes traced the shield’s trajectory as it flew through the air, returning to the hand of a fully armored Green Beret. She gave you a grateful nod.(Cont.)
The moment was quickly broken, however, when a beam of crimson light slammed into her shield. She‘d raised it just in time to block it, only being pushed back slightly from the same attack that sliced right through a train car in no time at all. That shield really was something else.You turned sharply, and started advancing upon the Russian Unicorn guy, using your agility and a few well-placed weblines to avoid his projectile beam.“What is it with you guys and your horns? Are you compensating for something?”The Unicorn opened his mouth to fire back a retort, but you didn’t give him the chance. You had already flipped over his head and planted your feet on his back. He realized too late that your hands were firmly gripping the horn on his head.>Roll 1d100, bo3!Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>5252264
>>5252264YOINK!
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>5252264
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>5252278>>5252264Fucking phone eating my dice...
>>5252273>>5252279>>5252281Taking these. Writing...
>>5252264Ah shit we're using webs? Big clue for our brother if hes still around.At least we get to loot the bodies. Maybe we can convince the lady to give us the shield in exchange for saving her.
>>5252279>>5252281>95thanks for saving me, bros
>>5252284He was bound to figure it out sooner or later. I'm pretty sure Hill would brief him on Spider-Man at some point, and it wouldn't take a genius to connect us to Peter and Vic.
>95You leaned back and pulled with all your might! The Russian reached up and grabbed your arm, and by God did he have a monstrous grip for a guy his size. But then again, so did you.You pulled even harder, hearing the groaning of metals, the grinding of wires, and finally…a sharp snap!His hands fell away as you hopped off of his back, and he began clutching his head painfully. You glanced down at the red shard of metal that you held in your hand. It actually came off a little easier than you thought it would.Well, that wasn’t too ba-The Russian man screamed as he turned to face you, and multiple beams of energy shot out from his forehead in a continuous stream! Except, none of them ever came directly at you. Instead, they were sweeping the entire areas, slicing through train cars, rusted train tracks and just about everything that they came into contact with.He didn’t seem to have any control over where they went, or how focused the beams were. If you didn’t stop him, then he might hit Rich!“I’ve REALLY gotta stop breaking things!” you hissed, taking a moment to chastise yourself.What will you do?>Jam the pointy end of the horn through his eye.>Fire a silver bullet through the hole in his helmet.>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5252339>>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.
>>5252339>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.His exosuit seems to have sustained critical damage. My advice? BEGIN PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE!
>>5252339>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.So. We really voted to break not!Cyclops' not!glasses, huh.
>>5252339>Try to bait him into blasting the Rhino.>Encase his helmet in webs and proceed to pummel him until he stops moving.Wombo Combo.
>>5252384+1
>>5252353>>5252372>>5252374>>5252384>>5252392Writing...
Looking for a place to put the broken horn, you slide it into your sleeve and web it to your forearm. Noticing this, the Russian man’s rage seemed to boil over, as he charged you. But much like his companion, this guy was far too slow to lay hands on you, even on a bad day.You easily sidestepped his advance and proceeded to leap towards the Rhino. Not having anything to swing on was seriously annoying, but that didn’t mean that you were completely limited in your options.You bounced from train car to train car, expertly avoiding any stray lasers that might’ve accidentally come close to hitting you. Once again, both the Rhino and the Green Beret turned in horror to see you bringing a storm of superheated plasma right to them.Blondie immediately brought up her shield, allowing more than a few of the Unicorn’s beam to bounce off of it. The Rhino, on the other hand, was not nearly as lucky. His thick arms could only cover so much, and the crimson beams scorched pummeled his armor at multiple angles.“Excuse me! Coming through!” you announced as you flipped right over the Rhino. The Unicorn realized what he was doing too late. His partner was already eating the full brunt of his unfocused attack.The Rhino, clearly annoyed by this development, took a swipe at him, and the Unicorn just barely managed to avoid a hit that probably could’ve taken his head off. Now they were both agitated.“Now that wasn’t nice.” you put in, firing a web at the Unicorn’s chest and yanking him closer to the Rhino. ”You two should kiss and make up!”The two slammed into one another, and you wasted no time in gluing them together with several thick layers of webbing. All the while, the Unicorn was blasting away at his partner’s chest, simultaneously hurting himself and catching his buddy in the crossfire. They screamed and writhed like that for about a minute, neither of them thinking to tear at the webbing that was keeping them together.A translucent wave of energy shot from the two of them, slamming into you and knocking you to the ground. The Green Beret just put up her shield and blocked the whole thing. That made you a bit angry.Dazed and aching all over, you groaned and rolled onto your stomach. You vaguely heard the sound of crunching footsteps as someone walked over to you, and a gloved hand entered your field of vision.You looked up to find the Green Beret standing over you. You regarded her silently for a moment, before taking her hand and letting her pull you onto your feet. You guess those muscles aren’t just for show.She gave you a hard pat on the shoulder. “Thanks for the save. That was…actually pretty smart.” she said, a voice processor making her voice indistinguishable from that of a stoic tough guy.You nodded and glanced over at the collapsed forms of the Rhino and the Unicorn. They were twitching and writhing in pain on the ground. “I have my moments.”(Cont.)
You nodded and glanced over at the collapsed forms of the Rhino and the Unicorn. They were twitching and writhing in pain on the ground. “I have my moments.”She released you and took a few steps back, giving you an appraising look. “Did the…did the Goblin send you?” she asked, sounding slightly nervous for some reason.What will you say?>”Yeah. He heard that these guys were coming to ambush you, and he thought you could use the help.”>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”>”Don’t let the costume fool you. I’m not a Goblin Groupie. My brother was at one of his rally’s.”>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5252461>"No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was too juicy to even properly suit up for. Anyway that'd make us even."
>>5252461>Write-in.PUNCH HER IN THE FACE AND GRAB HER SHIELD
>>5252461>>5252468Support, but also >>5252469Maybe not punch, but pepperball, or web her up. Go go chaotic neutral spiderman.
>>5252461POCKET SAND
Do we try to capture her and the Ruskies for SHIELD? I mean, she knows our power now, we can't let it get back to Gobbie too easily. Also, she knows things about the loose spiders that would be good to interrogate out of her extensively.
>>5252461>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”>"Not that I'm exactly on good terms with Oscorp either...">"Ya know, you're pretty good with that shield. You trying to be a Captain America cosplayer or something?"
>>5252477We could just persuade her to let us have it.We've already made a great first impression, and it's not like there aren't plenty of obvious reasons to ditch the thing given what just happened.
>>5252482I will admit that this is not a bad idea, and that I do find it a shame to throw amazon!Gwen to the glowies, but... It's still more pragmatic in the end.
>>5252483I'm not even saying we deliver her to the feds like Chinese takeout.I'm saying we just explain exactly how bad things will (probably) get as long as she keeps clinging to that shield.More to the point, if she's got the skills and physical ability of a super soldier, she might not need it.Worst case scenario, we can help her find a replacement.
>>5252489I understand what you're saying anon, I just prefer my way of doing things.
>>5252497We do that, and we piss off Gobby.We've already fucked with Oscorp, no reason to start taking shots from both sides on that one.Then there's also the fact that she's probably important as far as our investigation into the super spiders is concerned.If we can get her to work with us willingly, it'd probably go a long way towards solving that mystery.
>>5252500She won't be talking to the Goblin from inside the Raft or the Helicarrier, and she'll give us all the info we need if we talk to Hill about the errant spider problem as having us solve that little problem for her completely aligns with her interests and will in fact earn us even more brownie points. In other words, her consent doesn't matter if we have her in a cell.You're better off making your arguments on a more personal level, because selling her out wins out on all the nonpersonal ones.
>>5252461>>”Don’t let the costume fool you. I’m not a Goblin Groupie. My brother was at one of his rally’s.”
>>5252461>>”No. I was just passing through and saw two guys ganging up on a lone woman.”
>>5252468support
>>5252468>Support>>5252461>Anyway, you should give that shield to me, the russians are not the only ones foing after it in force. Also, it plus the super soldier serum is going to me Captain America sue you.
>>5252771No idea how "make" turned into "me".
>>5252468>>5252474>>5252754>>5252771>"No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was too juicy to even properly suit up for. Anyway that'd make us even."Writing...
“No, but I owed him a favor. Got a tip that was so juicy that I didn’t even have time to properly suit up.” you said easily. “Anyway, that’d make us even.”The tension in the Green Beret’s shoulders visibly relaxed, and she began to look around, taking in the carnage before her. And then, out of nowhere, she whirled back to where her chem lab had been, and she broke out into a full sprint. You had to admit, the girl was fast. Probably about as fast as you…You followed her, and found the Green Beret taking stock after the Unicorn destroyed her lab. Her sensitive equipment had been completely destroyed, the contents of her beakers, vials and flasks had either evaporated or spilled onto the floor. It looked like her laptop had taken some hefty damage, but the hard drive might still be salvageable.The Green Beret slammed her fist into the metal table, putting a sizeable dent into it as her blow warped the metal around her hand. It looked like those pills that she’d received from Jack had also gotten destroyed, for the most part.She started glancing around the room for anything that might be salvaged, when her gaze locked onto something on the floor. Slowly, she turned around, walked over to it, knelt down and picked it up. It was a tiny scrap of a polaroid print. A picture, ruined forever.She clenched her fist so tightly that you thought her knuckles might pop.Suddenly, someone ran up behind you, and you both turned to see Richard, breathing heavily. He had a bruise on his head, his clothes were stained with dirt…and he had a gun in his hand. So he DID have one!Your little brother’s eyes met the Green Beret’s, and they both had a very tense, and very silent moment where neither of them knew what would happen next.After a few seconds of stunned silence, the Green Beret rose to her feet, picked up her ruined laptop and shoved it into her bag. Both you and Richard moved aside as she hopped out of the gaping hole in the train car and began walking back towards the downed pair.Your brother’s hands twitched, but he decided against doing anything rash. He gave you a warning look that told you he wasn’t terribly comfortable with being this close to his target.It would seem that you would have to make a decision here.What will you do?>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.>Page Hill and tell her to send a strike team to recover the shield. You’ll keep the Green Beret here until then.>Text your allies and have them come over. You might be able to get the jump on blondie.>Take your brother home. You got what you wanted, and you’re not in the mood to fight over that shield with him in the line of fire.>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.>Ask the Green Beret a few questions.(Write-in)>Write-in.
>>5253007>Ask the Green Beret a few questions.(Write-in)>"What's with all the chemistry equipment? You never struck me as an egg-head.">"How'd you come across that shield? Was it on sale?">"Why did you end up teaming with Gobby in the first place?">Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.
>>5253007>>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.
>>5253007>Take your brother home. You got what you wanted, and you’re not in the mood to fight over that shield with him in the line of fire.
Can someone remind me what's our relationship to the green goblin? didn't he try to kill us, or unintentionally kill us?
>>5253007>outside Beret's hearing range: "Rich, real quick, whom are you working for? And did you call anyone over on this here?">Text your allies and have them come over. You might be able to get the jump on blondie.whatever all this weaponry here is, it's too big of a payday to miss out on.also:>keep blondie from contacting anyone else
>>5253007>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.Should we try to take the shield right now? I'm just afraid of fucking up. We'll be able to find her again, right?
>>5253007>Page Hill and tell her to come pick these two up.>Page Hill and tell her to send a strike team to recover the shield. You’ll keep the Green Beret here until then.
Take the shield get Gwen's number ask her to dinner and get hill to pick up the horny bros
I want an ending which allows us to not have her identity revealed to SHIELD and have her as a chemist contact.So we need to outnumber her and have her tell us her sob story on why she's working with Gobbie.She said >“Did the…did the Goblin send you?" while sounding nervous, so I don't think she's too keen on working with himSo...>call in our reinforcements>convince her to fake her being overwhelmed by the russians>put her under our own witness protection for a while>deliver the russians to SHIELD>and so that the rest of SHIELD doesn't notice, deliver the shield to Hill, so the shield delivery remains under SHIELDs radar while we remain a denyable assetand hope Richard cooperates
>>5253275+1 to this. Not really sure what else to do here. Feels like shit could go really bad if with Goblin, SHIELD, and our brother involved.
>>5253275I'll back this
>>5253007>>5253275only seeing the best outcome for us doesn't mean it's achievable...but+1,hope this works
>>5253275>>5253284>>5253334>>5253347I should clarify this was in addition to >>5253169>>5253284>>5253347I feel you
>>5253275+1
>>5253007>Lady, I'll be honest, I fot hired to get that shield. Thing is, I rather bot make enemies out of Green Goblin, that bit about the favor was true.>It's not only the russians that are after it, and as soon as other people find out about your super soldier serum, there are going to be even more hits. So how about you get rid of one of your own headaches?>We just fake a fight, I fake selling it on the black market, and it's not our problem anymore. I couls blackmail you of your identity and work too, but that's a dick move.
>>5253369Forgot this>Offer to give the Green Beret the pill that you snatched if she tells you what it is.
I'm between >>5253275 and >>5253369. In the first we're going to lie to her but make our objective, but still that's going to be a little suspicious for SHIELD in how or why this two super russians we're here and the bunch of destroyed chemical instrumentsIn the second we're a honest person about this, but because we don't know what's her real problem and why she's doing it, we don't know the stakes and how possible is for her to actually give us the shield and run out everyone happy. Plus the added danger of giving the pill while we don't know if that's the supersoldier suerum and she has to take one to keep the benefits, or if it saves her from something worse thanks to the serum
>>5253402Lying is more in-character for Ben
>>5253169>>5253275>>5253284>>5253334>>5253357>>5253347Taking these. Writing...There are some very interesting write-ins coming out of this scenario. Keep it up, anons!
>>5253421it all hinges on Ben's and the woman's (Gwen?) true allegiance and if they are willing to play ballwhich... I don't like my chances if I'm being honest
>>5253421Oh boy.
>>5253424I assume Gwen got fucked over by Oscorp, same as The Goblin, but he holds leverage over her somehow.My guess is he controls whatever's left of the pills made during Gwen's time at the company.As for Ben? While we're not on great terms with SHIELD, we're not bad terms either.This is certainly the last freebie we give them though.
>>5253450If she's being controlled by a pill supply and was trying to replicate them on her own to free herself from Gobbie's influence, handing her and the pills over to SHIELD and convincing them to let Cho and other nerds replicate it would be a decent way to resolve her problem. She'd be controlled by SHIELD instead of that psycho, which is a clear upgrade.It would be even better if we actually freed her somehow but we don't really know any trustworthy chemists who would help us.Maybe I should have voted to ask her about this instead of just punching her in the snout, but oh well.
>>5253450>Gwen got fucked over by OscorpOh shit we're doing sins past?
>>5253493Not if I can help it!
>>5253463If she's controlled by the pill i would like to directly ask Cho if he can make this one under the radar of Hill.Or it might be because Gobbie have the kid in the destroyed picture as hostage, which it means our offer won't work
>>5253516Did we manage to take a picture of the photo before it got burned? It might be a pleasant surprise to duplicate a finer copy for her.
>>5253516you can!
>>5253520Yep. Ben took a couple pictures of it when he was skulking around.
>>5253529Sweet. We can give her a copy for brownie points, depending on what she says during her sob story.
“Rich, real quick, who are you working for again?” you asked your brother in a hushed tone. “And did you call anyone over on this mission?”Richard shook his head. “I already told you. I can’t give out any names. And no, I’m running solo on this one.” he replied, before taking a moment to consider something. “At least…I was.”You nodded and pulled out your cell. You weren’t entirely sure who would be available, but just in case, you texted the location to every Desperado and awaited confirmation. You should probably also page Hill so she could send someone to pick these two up. If you ever got your hands on that shield, then you could arrange to have it delivered to Hill personally.In the meantime, you were gonna have to find a way to keep the Green Beret here until backup arrived.You sighed internally, before putting your phone away and approaching the woman that was causing all this trouble. She turned to face you, but she didn’t seem immediately hostile. That might change when she sees that you’re planning to have her surrounded.One step at a time, Parker. One step at a time.“I’m gonna need you to lie low for a while.” you said.She tilted her head slightly, but her expression was impossible to discern when she wore that mask and visor.“You think those guys are gonna come after me again?” she asked.“Considering how you’ve got a Russian National Treasure in your possession? Yeah, I’d say that you should expect more unwelcome company from now on.”The Green Beret turned to stare at her shield, as if she was just now seeing it for the first time. Did she not know? How’d she even get her hands on it in the first place?“Fuck me…” she groaned. “They’re not gonna start a war over this thing, are they?”You shrugged. “Probably not a public one, but you can bet that they’re gonna keep sending people after it until they get what they want.”She nodded slowly and fixed her gaze on you. “You think I should get rid of it.” she said, not phrasing it as a question. “How did you plan on getting it back to them? Something tells me this thing won’t make it past TSA.”“You let me worry about that.” you said. “For now, we should get you somewhere safe. If anyone asks, I’ll tell them that the Russians got to you.”She shook her head and tore her mask off, letting her long blonde hair spill out over her shoulders. Her eyes were now indistinguishable from that of a normal young woman’s. There wasn’t a hint of yellow in her eye’s sclera. “What’s the point in laying low if you’re already planning on giving the shield back?”(Cont.)
“I’m using my own channels. Not everyone’s gonna get the message as soon as I hand it in.” you said. “These guys have already seen your face, and they managed to follow you here without much of an issue. You can’t just assume that they’ll stop coming after you immediately.”She grimaced, but reluctantly nodded her agreement. “Dammit! I must’ve been set up.” she concluded, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.“What makes you say that?” you asked.She lifted the shield and waved it around in the air. Every time it moved, you could hear this strange humming noise. Like a tuning fork that was constantly vibrating. “Because…the Goblin gave me this.”You raised an eyebrow at that. “He stole it from Russia?”“I don’t know how he got it or why he had it. He just said that he thought it’d be useful to me.” she said. “I thought it was weird, but I didn’t think it’d bring Russian spies knocking on my door. He must’ve been suspicious of me from the beginning.”“Speaking of spies, what do you think abou-”You turned to address your brother…only to find him gone! Where’d he go?Blondie seemed to catch on too, because she was now glancing around the area, hoping to find some sign of where Richard had gone.“Shit! Did the Russians get him?” you thought aloud.“You check that end. I’ll look this way.” the Green Beret said, running off in the opposite direction. She didn’t look like she was lying, but you decided to keep an eye on her just in case.—-----To her credit, Blondie didn’t run off. She actually stayed to help you look for your brother. It made you feel bad about the fact that you’d called up your friends to ambush her. Sometime during your search, you got texts from Prowler and Flint saying that they were almost there. You’d also received a confirmation from Hill that forced you to expedite your search efforts. This place was going to be crawling with S.H.I.E.L.D agents soon.But all of those thoughts left your mind when you stepped on a fleshy mask of some sort. You knelt down to pick it up and…your breath caught.You absently registered the sound of heavy footsteps behind you.“Did you find anything over-” Blondie began. She paused suddenly, frowning at the thing in your hands. “What…what is that…?”You didn’t reply. All of your attention was fixed solely upon the empty sockets of your brother’s face. There was no body, and no blood. Only a face.It took you far longer than you cared to admit to realize that it was made of latex. It was a mask. But…if this was here, then that meant…A chill ran down your spine, and your mouth went dry. You felt like throwing up. Who the fuck had you just spent the entire day with!? Where’s your brother!?(Cont.)
The distant hum of Helicarrier shuttles broke you out of your trance. Blondie patted you hard on the shoulder.“We’ve gotta get out of here!” she exclaimed.You head still felt like it was spinning, but you knew that she was right. Neither of you could be here when those two bozos got picked up.Where will you take the Green Beret?>Take her back to your hideout.>Retreat into the sewers.>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.>Let her take shelter in Cindy’s old house for now.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5253588Take her back to the hideout
>>5253588What ever the case is, take the mask with us and see if we can get an egg head to run a DNA scan on it. Who or whatever was impersonating our brother needs to die before they can spill the beans to their bosses. If they tell anyone, our civilian identity and everyone related to us is FUCKED! Give the mask to shield and see what they can make of it.
>>5253588>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.>>5253592We dont trust her entirely yet and haven't heard her sob story. Plus maybe the Goblin might had bugged her suit with a GPS tracking device. I dont want to risk bringing her back to our base of opperations.
>>5253594Well then she can take off her suit
>>5253588>Retreat into the sewers.+>>5253593
>>5253588Support >>5253596
>>5253588>Retreat into the sewers for now>Ask her:>>Does she knows whether or not her suit is bugged.>>What should we call her>>Why does she work for Gob, and how did she meet him in the first place, and what does she do for him.as for the shield, since we can't expect her to trust us, we can arrange her giving it to Hill directly
>>5253588>Retreat into the sewers.>Nowhere near Morlock turf, thoughFucking Chameleon.
>>5253588>Retreat into the sewers>See if any of the things she brings is bugged, look into yours too>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meetFirst let's secure ourselves before we even try to bring her to any.important place. The options are fucked, because honestly we don't have our normal suit and if there's people following then we can't risk to bring attention to MK place, Cindy's Home or our own HQ.While we do that let's asks things like >>5253615Honestly I would LOVE to hunt that fucking bastard posing as our brother and let him in Coma, but unless anons want to let blondie alone while any of the Desperados meet with her in the sewers, I think the votes are the more secure
>>5253588>Pocket the mask>Retreat into the sewers
>>5253588>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet
>>5253588>Retreat into the sewers.No better place to dissuade and lose followers.Also, fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
>>5253593Support.
>>5253588>Retreat into the sewers.Callisto should know how to lay low, right?
>>5253593Oh, and this too
>>5253638Oh shit, this too.
>>5253638>>5253593>>5253622>>5253615+1 all that shit
>>5253665>>5253682Samefag?
>>5253588>>Bring her to the Midnight Mission.+1>>5253593
>>5253588>text our freinds to abort dick move if our friends walk right into a SHEILD squad
>>5253638Didn't see this, supporting this too.
>>5253593>>5253596>>5253605>>5253615>>5253629>>5253622>>5253638>>5253682>>5253714>>5253647>>5253648>>5253662>>5253665>>5253693>>5253701>>5253707>Retreat into the sewers.>Pocket the mask.(Give it to S.H.I.E.L.D later)>See if any of the things she brings is bugged, look into yours too>Tell the Desperados to not come to the place and keep low, wait for the next location we're going to meet>>Ask her:>>What should we call her>>Why does she work for Gob, and how did she meet him in the first place, and what does she do for him.Taking these. Writing...
Real quick, what name will you give the Green Beret when she asks you for yours?>Huntsman>Spider-Man>Ben>Write-in.
>>5253804>Spider-Mansince we are affiliating with SHIELD right now
>>5253804Are we in costume? If so huntsman if not Ben
>>5253816You're still wearing the "Goblin Groupie" costume. Your Huntsman costume is still hidden somewhere near where you met Imposter Richard.
>>5253804What are we currently wearing?
>>5253804>>Write-in.Jenson
>>5253804>>HuntsmanWe admitted to owing one to the Goblin, didn't we? That's Huntsman.
You rose to your feet, stashed the latex mask away for later, and sent a quick text to your friends telling them to evacuate the area and go to ground.“I know a place. Follow me.”The Green Beret nodded and chased after you. However, her enthusiasm quickly died down after she saw you lifting a metal grate and jumping down a manhole.It took some coaxing, but you finally managed to get her to follow you down after a few minutes. Once you were underground, you slid the idea of checking yourselves for tracking devices or bugs.Your experience working with Prowler has given you a decent idea of how to look for and recognize these bugs. Thankfully, there were none on either of you.—----Your walk through the sewers was uneventful and uncomfortably silent. You just needed a minute to get your head straight. Why would someone try to impersonate your brother? Where’s the REAL Richard? Is he alright?Your thoughts were interrupted by an uncomfortable squishing sensation beneath your feet. You were going to need new shoes after this.You shook your head, trying to focus on doing something productive to distract yourself. You turned to the Green Beret.“So,” you began. “What should I call you?”Her head turned sharply, as if she had just now remembered that you were still here. Her surprise turned to contemplation, and she nodded, seemingly coming to a decision in her own head. “Gwen.” she said. “How about you?”“Call me Huntsman.”She raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “You don’t look like a-”“I know. I know” you interrupted. “Trust me, my other costume is wayyy cooler.”She shrugged. “If you say so. Thanks for helping me out, Huntsman. I would’ve been in a lot of trouble without you.” she said, looking genuinely grateful.“You sure have a funny way of showing gratitude. I just got bitched at for like 10 minutes when I asked you to jump down here.”“Well excuse me for not wanting to go all Shawshank on my first day on the lam.”You shared a small laugh, before letting silence creep back into the dimly lit tunnels“What made you want to work for a lunatic like Gobby?” you asked. Her mirth seemed to evaporate upon hearing his name.“I’m not a ‘Goblin Groupie’ if that’s what you’re asking.” she said with a sneer. “Believe it or not, I’m trying to take him down.”You nearly tripped, and Gwen’s dour expression seemed to brighten slightly. “So you’re like, a double agent, or something?” you said.Gwen nodded. “Or something. He’s the reason I’m like this.” she said, gesturing at her muscular body.You nodded appreciatively. You’d have to thank Gobby for that one of these days.(Cont.)
Gwen rolled her eyes at you, and her face seemed to darken once more. “I was there that day at the Oscorp Bio Lab, you know. The day that he and Hazrat attacked.” she said, her eyes gazing at something far in the distance that you couldn’t see. “I was brought in to help develop a serum as a part of some super secret project. I was so excited, so proud of myself. And then…the bombs dropped.”Her fists were clenched, and you could see a deep scowl forming on her face. “Me and my colleagues were trapped in there when everything went to shit. I was literally pinned under a slab of rock that was slowly squeezing my guts out.” she said, rubbing at her stomach as if she could still feel it. “I was dying, and I was pretty sure that they’d be dead too if I didn’t do something. So…I took it. I took the experimental serum like a dummy.”So she was there when you slipped in to grab the Oscorp Hard-drive?“Sounds to me like you didn’t have much of a choice.” you put in.“That’s what I thought. Because you hear that type of shit in newspapers all the time whenever some random dude gets superpowers. Everything always works out super conveniently, you get instant abs, and now you look smoking hot in a spandex.” she said, rolling her eyes again. “But not for me.”“What happened?” you asked.Gwen scoffed. “Oh, nothing. I got super strong, super buff, and I’m pretty much better in almost every way now. I feel like it might’ve made me a bit smarter, too.” she said in a slightly sardonic tone. “I lifted the slab of rock, threw it across the room like it was a paperweight and got everyone out of there.”“And then?”Gwen visibly shivered. She had a haunted look in her eye now. “I…I don’t really know what happened. One moment I was saving lives, and the next, I was pummeling security guards within an inch of their lives. It comes back in flashes sometimes, but…it all feels like a blur to me.”You remained quiet and just listened, but it was genuinely painful to see her struggle with recounting the event.“By the time I came to, the Goblin and Hazrat were standing over me. He showed me the footage of what I did and I-” Gwen paused for a moment, becoming a bit choked up as she spoke. “The serum had some serious psychological side effects that none of us ever accounted for. I don’t know how serious the long-term effects could be, but I woke something up when I shot myself up with that stuff. And now…there’s a monster inside of me.”Gwen took a deep, shuddering breath. “The Goblin offered me a temporary solution to my problem. He gives me custom made downers, anti-psychotics, to push it back a bit. It helps keep my head clear. And now I don’t even have that anymore…”(Cont.)
So she wasn’t doping after all. That stuff was her medicine. And the Goblin is using it to make her work for him.Gwen explained what you had already put together on your own. He provided the gear and the shield, and gave her a job as a bodyguard. All she had to do was stand around and make sure that no harm came to him.Neither of you spoke for a while after that. You didn’t really know what to say, but you thought you should say something.>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”>”If you’re looking for a way to take down the Goblin, I think I can help with that.”>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”>"She-Hulk's big and green, and she became a bigshot lawyer. Maybe there's some way that you can find your balance without the drugs.">Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5253910>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.>Have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you. You might have to help with a favor he asked of me though.
>>5253914Support and add a flirty remark somewhere
>>5253910>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”>"She-Hulk's big and green, and she became a bigshot lawyer. Maybe there's some way that you can find your balance without the drugs."
>>5253910>"I have connections to both good and bad guys who could surely come up with a way to reverse engineere those pills for you. Was that what you were trying to do in that train car?">"Also, come on, arm wrestling time, I need to know if I can keep you at bay if you have an episode."
>>5253914>>5253917+1But this brings a problem with both of our identity. Do we tell her have ties with SHIELD?
>>5253938We kinda have ties with everybody.
>>5253910>”Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.”>Have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you. You might have to help with a favor he asked of me though.We probably need the pill if it's to be reverse-engineered by someone. Also a place to stash her without exposing her to any of our other guys, because otherwise No Way Home will happen.>>5253938I'm almost past the point of caring. Everyone and their dog seems to know who we are at this point.
>>5253960You think Cindy would like a puppy?
>>5253967Sure, let's add housebreaking a fucking puppy to our list of responsibilities, anon.
>>5253971Sounds good, we'll put it to a vote soon!
>>5253910>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.>”Have you ever thought about bringing this problem to S.H.I.E.L.D? I’m sure their lab techs could probably recreate the drug that the Goblin gives you.”
>>5253967Good idea, wrong time.
>>5253967>>5253971>>5254120>inb4 puppy gets killed and our car gets stolen, and we go full John Wick mode
>>5254220That's what I was hinting towards
>>5253910>>5253914This.Also, I've combed through the archives. Nice quest here QM
>>5253910>>5253928+1 to this. Revealing we got hired by SHIELD might spook her, and gotta know if we can knock out the Green Beret.
>>5253900>You nodded appreciatively. You’d have to thank Gobby for that one of these days.
>>5253910>”If you’re looking for a way to take down the Goblin, I think I can help with that.”>Offer her the pill that you snagged earlier.
>>5254641Musclegirl appreciation is definitely an important part of cultural refinement. Question is, just how buff is she? Say, on a scale of 1-7.
>>5254781Prob 3
>>5254785I could probably go for up to about 4.25-4.5
She basically confessed to having a chronic illness, along with why it's a stigma.if we want her independent of goblins pills we need to give her the opportunity to make them herself. Therefor we should not give the last away but have it analyzed.We should treat her normally and reassure her that if she has an episode we can handle her.hence why I wrote:>>5253928
>>5254844Supporting
>>5253914>>5253917>>5253938>>5254267Writing...>>5254267And thanks! I'm really hyped that this quest got so much positive attention. I'll try to keep things interesting for you guys
>>5254781She's somewhere between 3 and 4. Might have some art commissioned in the future. Already have some pieces in mind for other characters
>>5254844+1
that's a tie now...maybe have her decide on the use of the pill
>>5254919That would be good idea, let her decide between trying to hold herself back, or give doc a headstart.
>>5253928>>5254471>>5254881>>5254914Wait. Now the votes are even?>>5254919>>5254927Either way, I'll keep writing and make adjustments as necessary
>>5254928I'd always figured voting to be closed once the author actually starts writing.
>>5254931me too, but this time it was my write-in and I'm a hypocrite
>>5254931>>5254933It pretty much is, since I'm halfway done writing it at this point. If the change is a minor one, however, I don't mind incorporating it into the update if it gets sufficient support.
“Sounds like you’ve had it rough. I’m sorry that happened to you.” you said with genuine sincerity.She shrugged, wiping at her face with a gloved hand. “Yeah, it’s been…yeah.” she said, nodding and pointedly avoiding looking in your direction. “You’re actually the first person that I’ve talked about it with. So…thanks for listening, I guess.”She turned to look back at you, and she blinked at you. To be exact, she blinked at the object that you were holding out towards her. It was a tiny white tablet, identical to the ones that she’d been examining in her lab.Her jaw began working the air, but no noise came out. You raised your hand a bit, and she reached over, and gingerly plucked it from your hand. She stared at it for a while, and then directed her gaze at you.A bit of light came back to her eyes, then. A tiny glimmer of hope, you thought.“I grabbed it before your lab blew up. I thought that you’d want to-”You never got to finish the sentence. Gwen shoved the pill into her pocket, stepped forward and wrapped you up into a massive bear hug. Air hissed out of your lungs as your ribcage was compressed, and your bones creaked as they rubbed against one another.The girl was strong! Unnaturally so. You were starting to understand how she tore through that Oscorp facility so easily. All of a sudden, you weren’t so eager to see the upper limits of that strength.Gwen seemed to understand what she was doing, because she gasped, and let you down in a hurry.“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright?” she asked, her face filled with regret.“Oh, yeah. Super…” you groaned, stretching your back and popping a few vertebrae back into place. “By the way, have you ever heard of Doctor Connors? I think he could help you.”Her face lit up, and she gave you a bit of an incredulous look. “Of course I know who Dr. Connors is! The guy’s a local celebrity around here.” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Plus, I’ve read his doctoral dissertation more times than I can remember. It was like, my favorite bedtime story.”Absently, you thought that this woman and your brother would get along very well. Unfortunately, that very same thought only served to drive your mind to a darker place.“How do you know him?”Her question broke you out of your funk once more, and you shook your head. “I helped him out a while back, and he asked me to look into something for him. You might have to help with that.”She gave you a confused look, but before you could explain, Callisto stepped out in front of you, a terribly sharp-looking dagger flipping end over end above her hand.You froze, and Gwen raised her shield as if to throw it. Callisto’s stance shifted, and you could tell that she was preparing to loose her knives at the slightest provocation.(Cont.)
You gave her a stiff wave. “Hey Callisto. It’s me-”“I know who you are, Huntsman. I could smell you both from a mile away.” she cut in, giving you a dismissive look with her one eye, before fixing her cold glare on Gwen. “What I don’t understand is why you brought a Goblin Groupie down here.”Gwen reeled back as if she’d been slapped. “I’m not a Groupie!” she protested.Callisto shrugged. “Could’ve fooled me. You’re wearing his colors, dollface.” she said, pointing the tip of her dagger towards Gwen.The blonde woman’s jaw set, but she said nothing further.What will you say?>”She’s in a bit of trouble with the law, and she needs a place to lay low for a while. Do you think you can shelter her?”>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”>"Can we please not start another fight in the sewers? I want to be able to actually wear these clothes again at some point.">"Don't worry, Callisto. She's with me.">”Did…did you say that you could ‘smell us coming’? Is that something that you can do?>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5254956>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”I actually don't know where to go from here. We can't leave her down here with the kids or have her stay with any of our hideouts, not when she might turn evil at any given moment. We either have to stash her here or somewhere random and leave things up to chance while we go talk to Connors where the glowies can hear us, or convince her to come with so she enters SHIELD custody willingly and hands them over the loot.Unless someone has a better idea.
>>5254956>"Can we please not start another fight in the sewers? I want to be able to actually wear these clothes again at some point.">”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”Let’s deescalate the situation first, then>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”Give a good excuse as to why we’re just dropping in on her porch unannounced with a super-fugitive.We don’t need Castillo to harbour her. SHIELD can handle that, plus with Connors there she’ll be in good company.I wonder if her antipsychotics could bring Connors back to sanity if he goes lizard again.
>>5254956>”She already quit her job. She just forgot to hand in her old uniform.”>”You see, this is exactly why you guys need cell phones down here. If I can’t call ahead, then almost every visit is a surprise visit.”
>>5254964This, but I'd like to add a word to Gwen regarding reverse-engineering the pill.
>>5254956>She's only working for the Goblin because he is forcing her. She just quit, and I'm going to work on fixing that.>Anyway, GG set her up for a fall, and some identity stealer freak just got a picture of her face. I thought you would know how to lay low better than I do.
>>5254956>"Callisto! I'd like to introduce you to Gwen. She's been basically blackmailed into working for that fucker. He's withholding her medication, can you believe it?">"Gwen, this is Callisto, the sheriff down here and a friend of mine, though reasonably paranoid. Are you willing to give up your weapons as a sign of good faith?">"This-" pointing to the shield "is not merchandise, I'm looking to get it into the right hands to avoid a potential international conflict.">"As you can see from my getup I needed a quick disguise, I didn't plan today's outing.">"If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me. Gwen's as innocent as they come, she got forced into one bad situation after the next."
>>5254965>>5254973+1
>>5254979This is pretty good for further explanation, should Castillo demand is, aside from the comment about Gwen’s medication.
>>5255066What is the president of Peru doing down here?
>>5254956>>5254979+1, but swap the first twoAnd we still need to offer Gwen our contacts to have that pill reverse engineered. From the way it's going we go up to SHIELD with Cho and Connors. Connors still kinda owes us a favor
>>5254979+1
>>5255198
>>5255071Ah, fuck.
>>5255198Did you have to hurt me like this today
>>5255198there's dust in my eyes
>>5254979>>5255066>>5255114>>5255132>>5255272>>5255274Taking these. Writing...>>5255198This timeline missed out by not having a wholesome Spider-Man
“Callisto! I’d like to introduce you to Gwen.” you began. Three eyes fell on you. “She’s practically being blackmailed into working for that fucker. He’s withholding her medication. Can you believe it?”Callisto’s eye drifted back over to Gwen as she gave her an assessing glance.“Gwen, this is Callisto, the sheriff down here and a friend of mine, though reasonably paranoid. Are you willing to give up your weapons as a sign of good faith?”A look of surprise flickered across Callisto’s features for just a moment. It wasn’t so much because you asked Gwen to disarm, but because you referred to her as a “friend”.Gwen’s expression was one of clear confusion. She must not have understood the whole “sewer sheriff” part. She pointedly did not hand over the shield, and placed it on her back, where it had been before. Either way, Callisto didn’t seem terribly offended by the gesture. Neither of them made a move towards each other, friendly or otherwise.“This,” you began, pointing at the shield. “Is not merchandise. I’m looking to get it into the right hands to avoid an international incident. And as you can see from my current getup, I needed a quick disguise. I didn’t plan today’s outing.”Callisto let out a soft sigh, and the tension drained from her shoulders ever so slightly. She might need to be buttered up some more.“If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.” you continued. “Gwen’s as innocent as they come. She got forced into one bad situation after the next.”That drew attention from both women. Gwen was surprised, and Callisto was now eyeing you carefully. Finally, a wolfish grin spread across her features.“Boy, you sure do get chatty when you think you’re in trouble.” she said teasingly. “Try not to slip with all that backtracking you’re doing.”She twirled the knife around, opened her jacket and shoved it into one of her many holsters.“You can both stop sweating now. I won’t stab either of you, so long as you don’t give me a reason to.” she reassured you.Both you and Gwen breathed a sigh of relief.“That being said, where are you planning on taking her? If she’s going to stay down here, I’d like to know beforehand. But if she needs medication, she’s shit out of luck. The Morlocks don't have a pharmacy.”Gwen laughed as if she’d just heard a bad joke. Apparently, she didn’t believe that you would just leave her down here in the sewers.Would you?>”I just need you to shelter her for a little while until I can figure out where to put her.”>”Do you happen to know of any topside safehouses?”>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment/Cindy’s old house)>Write-in.
>>5255531>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)She needs some way to get a stable supply of those meds, and having her work with Doctor Connors works out great for us.Granted, it pisses me off that this also works wonderfully for SHIELD and Hill, but it's the best option I can see at the moment.
>>5255531>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)The feds are probably best for her, even if we don't like it. Of course, would be good to, y'know, ask her if she doesn't mind going to legit sources of aid.
>>5255531>>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)if not>>”Do you happen to know of any topside safehouses?”if not>>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment)
>>5255531Is Dr Connor still in the SHIELD Labs, or have a way to comunicate with him without going through them? And does he have any resources?Because otherwise we are going to ahve to bite the bullet, talk to Hill and hope she doesn't throw Gwen to the bears.
>>5255531>>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Vic’s old apartment)
>>5255198I’ve been drinking tonight. Why would you do this to me?>>5255531>”There’s a place I know that’s been vacant for a while. She can stay there until I find something better.”(Cindy’s old house) But before that>honestly bring up our connection to shield and ask if she’d want to just get in touch with them.Shield is the most efficient option but that comes with a whole pile of other issues.
>>5255531>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)
>>5255531>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)We can't risk Gwen annihilating the Morlocks and ruining our deal with Callisto.
>>5255531So how about we take the shield, give it to hill and take to pill to Connors himself? Tell him about Gwen in secret if possible but we don't want shield to know everything.
>>5255531>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)BUTwe're not gonna extend the overlooking of our misdeeds to Gwen's misdeeds toomaybe have both of us change clothes meeting with Hill too.if we go up to the helicarrier we should meet with Dr. Connors and Cho about those pillsWe can leave Gwen's final destination in the air for the moment
>>5255531>”I think I know what I have to do, but you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.” (Have her meet with Maria Hill)Our best option. Facilities for analysing and synthesising the drug, enough security to handle one of her psychotic episodes, and the added bonus of working alongside her idol.
>>5255538>>5255546>>5255548>>5255560>>5255565>>5255615>>5255713>>5255826>>5255832>>5255849>>5255908>>5255944Writing...>>5255557Dr. Connors is indeed still up at the Helicarrier. When he gets released, Ben will be notified via news article. He has quite a few resources at his disposal, just not at this very moment.
Ok guys, here's the plan.>Fall madly in love with Gwen>Getting back and forth with her, black cat, the russian girl, and whatever shenanigans like a true Parker>Get our shit together, plan to get engaged>She proceeds to die horribly>Meet May after.
>>5255953Well shit, I guess if we just waited we wouldn't need to hand over Gwen to Hill.
>>5255989To be fair, every moment spent waiting is another moment she risks going crazy on account of her pill supply going up in flames. The Helicarrier is the safest place for her and anyone around her right now.
>>5255975That's the plan
You let out a weary sigh and shook your head. “I think I know what I have to do. But, you’re not gonna like it, Gwen.”She frowned at you, so you explained the situation to them both. Callisto already knew that you had a connection to S.H.I.E.L.D, but Gwen’s eyes went wide when you told her that you knew Maria Hill personally.And after much deliberation, you finally opened up about your role in all this. She honestly took that news better than your first claim.“I figured that you had to be after it too. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have followed me for that long.” she explained. “And you say that the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D will just…give it back to the Russians and everything will be back to normal?”You gave her a halfhearted shrug. You honestly had no idea what she really intended to do with it. Her promise to return it to the Russians very well could’ve been lip service.Gwen sighed and glanced at the shield on her back. “I guess that’s the best option for me right now, isn’t it? If I were anywhere else, I might go crazy and attack someone again.”Callisto gave her a curious look, but said nothing. You remained silent as well, since you had no idea what to say to her. You were asking the girl to turn herself in with the hope of not being arrested for gross misuse of her abilities. But then again, Hill let you get away with way worse. There was actually a very good chance that young Gwen would get recruited. If they ever managed to figure out the whole “going crazy” part, that is.Eventually, Gwen slowly nodded, and you brought out the pager. Your time as a conscripted secret agent had come to a surprisingly abrupt end.—-----------Several hours later, you and Gwen found yourselves walking down an empty street, towards the coffee shop that Hill told you to meet her at. You had changed back to your usual costume, and Gwen had changed out of her armor and back into her old clothes.You could tell that her nerves were getting the best of her, so you tried your best to reassure her when it looked like she might turn around and run the other way. When she got to the front door of the coffee shop, she paused and took a few calming breaths, before pushing it open and walking inside.The lights were on, and most of the chairs had been stacked on top of the tables. Aside from the two of you and the woman sitting in the middle of the room, the whole place was deserted. A pair of brown, piercing eyes settled on you, and then ever so slowly, crawled over to the blonde standing next to you.(Cont.)
Gwen gulped, and cautiously crept over to the only available table in the room. You did the same, and sat down next to her. There were three cups of steaming coffee on the table. Neither of you reached for them. Hill threw one leg over the other, folded her hands together and leaned forward slightly. She was wearing a brown trench coat over her S.H.I.E.L.D uniform. To the untrained eye, it would just look like the exposed parts of her ensemble were nothing more than leather gloves and a pair of thigh-high boots.“I was told you had something for me.” she said, her eyes flitting over to the large bag that Gwen had set on the floor.You nodded to her, and she opened the bag, revealing the green and purple shield that she’d been looking for this entire time. She frowned slightly at that.“You painted it.” she said in a flat tone.“Not us. The Goblin did.” you put in.Her lips set into a thin line. “Let me see it.”Gwen removed it from the bag and held it out for her to see. Hill reached into her pocket, pulled out a strange device that looked a little like a price scanner and pointed it at the shield. After a few seconds, it beeped, and she nodded approvingly.“It’s real.” she said, sounding a bit relieved. “Why don’t you hold onto that for a little while?” she asked Gwen in a far softer tone than the one that she used to speak with you.Gwen nodded a little faster than she needed to, but Hill said nothing of it. She turned her gaze on you, instead. “Excellent work, Huntsman. Between the shield’s delivery and the capture of those Russian agents, I’d say that you’ve more than outdone yourself.” she said, showing a rare half smile that was quickly smothered in its crib.You were almost caught off guard by the genuine praise. You didn’t know a lot about Hill, but you almost felt like she was in a good mood tonight.“I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to get it done this fast.” you admitted without thinking.Hill almost chuckled. Maybe the shapeshifter had gotten to her too.“Then I suppose we’ve both been pleasantly surprised. As per our deal, I’ll leave you to your business, and you try not to do anything stupid enough to force my hand.” she said.You nodded. That sounded reasonable. “This’ll be my last freebie. The next time you want a job done, you’re gonna have to put some money on the table first.”She took a good, long sip from her tea and nodded slowly. “That sounds agreeable. I’ll keep you in mind if I require anything else stolen.”Feeling satisfied, you leaned back in your chair a bit. Hill’s eyes drifted to Gwen, and she immediately tensed up.“Am I…going to prison?” Gwen squeaked, fidgeting nervously in her chair.(Cont.)
Hill’s expression softened slightly, and she placed her cup back onto the table. “No. I have no intention of imprisoning you, unless you give me a good reason to.” she said. “Instead, you’re going to do some work for me.”Gwen’s eyes narrowed slightly. “So, you’re blackmailing me.”Hill shook her head. “No. I’m doing this for your sake, more than anything.”Gwen’s head tilted in confusion. You mirrored her sentiment.“If I were to welcome you onto my Helicarrier, give you a room, free food, and let you live out the rest of your days without responsibility, would you feel comfortable?” she asked.Gwen paused, then slowly shook her head.“No, because you’d be indebted to me, and would feel compelled to obey my every demand. Such a relationship would create an anxiety within you that leaves you feeling more like a prisoner than a guest.” she continued. “If you work for me, however, you can consider it as a method of paying off your debts. After a trial period, some training, and a few psychological evaluations, your freedoms will be increased, and we will even allow you travel between the Helicarrier and back.”Both you and Gwen were quiet. Hill had a frankness that could almost be considered refreshing. She didn’t mince her words, and was usually upfront about what she wanted.“And…what would you have me doing, exactly?” Gwen asked.“That would depend on what you’re good at. We’ll have to find out what exactly that is, but I have high expectations for you.” she said with a smile that should’ve been reassuring. It was probably meant to be, but for some reason, it just seemed…out of place on someone like her.Gwen looked to you for reassurance. What will you say?>”You should take her offer. S.H.I.E.L.D is the safest place for you to be right now.”>”I know. She gives me the creeps too. Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to her.”>”You’re gonna have to be more specific about what you want her to do, Hill. If you want a soldier, just say so.”>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5255975>Gobby drops Gwen from the bridge>Ben catches her with a web>her spine doesn’t break because of the super-serum>Ben pulls her back up and uses her to whack Gobby like a morning star
>>5256007>She proceeds to die by choking on pizza
>>5256006>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>>5256006>”I know. She gives me the creeps too. Don’t worry though, you’ll get used to her.”>”Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>>5256011Support
>>5256017Support
>>5256019Support, this is the best order in which to address stuff.>>5256012Our true nemesis was Mr Aziz all along!
>>5256017Actually, maybe we should specify that they were faling being Richard Parker, he was on the debrief she sent us.>>5256020Shit, I knew someone would have seen the post where I accidentaly copied one extra.
>>5256026Faking, not faling.I'm making a lot of mistakes today.
>>5256006Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do anything else.”>”Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up here?”>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>>5256006>"No.">"There is no debt you needs to be repaying, Gwen. Everything you did was either unintentional or done under duress. None of it is really your fault, but it'll probably take a psychiatrist to hammer that in home with you.">"Maria - we're on a first name basis now, right? - Maria, if you wipe my debt for services rendered, the very least you could do is extend that courtesy to Gwen. Because the Green Beret doesn't exist anymore, and she has no link to them.">"Maybe at another point in time Gwen could find herself working for SHIELD. Just like me, or my buddy Flint who only went up there to get some healthcare to start out with, but whyever she'd decide to work for you, it's not because she has red in her ledger.">"I know I'm being annoying right now, but for you this is no big deal, while for her it's life changing decision."and when that's cleared up>”Do you think we can visit Dr. Connors?”>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>>5256032Holy fucking cringe, anon. You sound like you regularly describe yourself as a "nice" person.
>>5256037Lol this
>>5256045>>5256037what I'm hearing is you think I'm nicethankshow would you argue that Gwen not gets into the clutches of SHIELD while allowing her the opportunity to get help from them while also not revealing her issues to Hill?ah wait, you voted to just straight up tell Hill that Gwen needs medication
>>5256048With honesty and a distinct lack of insecure and obviously manipulative behavior, duh.You want to just hide the fact that she needs meds from the one person who can make the meds for her, and then what? She literally gets uncontrollably murderous without them, anon. Where do you even think that would go?
>>5256054Revealing someone elses medical needs is not a nice guy thing to do, so I didn't.I explicitly hinted that SHIELD has provided healthcare to someone else we know, so Gwen can come forward on that herself
>>5256060Are you the guy against us getting Cindy a voice modulator bc you thought it was ableist?
>>5256063you're misreading me on purposeI say let her decide, which I also said for Cindy, but no I wasn't the ableist guy
>>5256060The fact that you think coming across as "nice", always prioritizing the socially "correct" thing to do and being this blatantly avoidant of potential criticism when lives are on the line tells me plenty enough about you. What do you think happens if Gwen is too shy to say anything now, eats the tablet we returned to her, and has none left for her next fit so she goes on a murder spree in a helicarrier filled with completely unprepared agents and eggheads? Do you think people will still think of us as "nice" when all that shit goes down?Sometimes you just gotta have the spine to be unpopular, anon, because the way you do things is not at all how being an actual good person works.
>>5256019+1
>>5256074Just filter him. It makes things better
>>5256074sorry, I don't get it.I explicitly voted to not give her that pill so she wouldn't ruin that chance at the time and we could still do something about it, now that she has the choice you want to take it away again.you're calling me spineless for trying to stick to the decision we collectively made even though I didn't want it in the first place?>blatantly avoidant of potential criticismI am engaging with you, am I not?if you mean I avoid the question of not telling Maria Hill, "the one person who can make the meds for her", then yeah... because she's not.there's Dr. Connors when he gets out, the Tinkerer, even Cho can make stuff without Maria Hill having to know this.I also wanted to test Gwen's strength, so when she goes uncontrollable, we can controll her before she snaps back into it. Just so she knows she can live with it without hurting anyone.Now if she's significantly stronger than us, that's another topic.>>5256087tuning out opinions you don't want to hear, classyI still win a lot all my autistic write-ins
>>5256101No you don't sakurautist
>>5256102>>5256101fucken kek, I knew I recognized his shit
>>5256006>”Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.” (Show Hill the face-mask)
>>5256102I literally won with every single one of my write-ins in this thread so far, but my hubris came to an end here>>5253275>>5254979
>>5256109Yeah, we all saw your votes make us call our allies and send them back for no good reason and force the QM to try and rework your cringe as something passably competent because of your blatant samefagging you fuck.
>>5256102>>5256106This is the second thread where someone mention sakurautist, what does that mean? Is it some in-joke that I didn't lurk in the right places to learn about?
Fucking hell, this quest doesn't need my spergy-ass autism either. Sorry, here's an apology Gog.
>>5256116autist from the fate:stay/night quest
>>5256109But the first write-in just all of the default choices for that update but reworded, and the second one Callisto said that Ben talked too much and made everyone confused?Anyway, making write-ins is not something to brag about, it's just part of playing quests. It's suposed to be for fun, not make you a superior anon.
>>5256118Was that the one there was a shitshow about a harem or something? I haven't read it, but I seen anons conplain about it in other quests and qtg
>>5256123I dont want to think about it brother
>>5256032>it'll probably take a psychiatrist to hammer that in home with youThe moment I read this, I knew you were truly reprehensible as fuck, you sakurabitch.
>>5256123Harem was one of the problems, yes. It didn't help that QM denied enabling haremfags, when he clearly did.
Welp, this quest was bound to attract an autist sooner or later. Glad that they were found out in record time, atleast.
>>5256253Finding one is simple. Eradicating them? Nigh impossible.
Everyone filter sakurautist before it's too late. He ruined one great quest already.
>>5256342No, anons joining him and screaming at/about him did.
>>5256345But of everyone filters him now we won't have to worry about it
>>5256342I personally prefer to just ignore anons I disagree with instead of filtering their IDs, otherwise it makes discussions way too confusing.
Oh man, look at how badly this guy has fucked it up. He literally just produced proof for us that he samefagged, this moron, this ABSOLUTE FOOL.
I feel like obsessing over this guy is causing more trouble than the guy himself.
>>5256411Considering the sheer magnitude of samefagging I'd say it's a problem that needs to be addressed.
>>5256419Well I'll start using my trip.
>>5256019>>5256080>>5256024Taking these>>5256017>>5256021>>5256028>>5256030>>5256033Also these. Writing...
You leaned in close to whisper, but not quietly enough to avoid being overheard. “I know. She gives me the creeps, too.”Hill’s smile dropped away as quickly as she’d summoned it.“Don’t worry, though. You’ll get used to her.” you promised.Gwen chuckled conspiratorially and gave you a dazzling smile that could light up an entire room. She really was something else.You directed your attention back to Hill. “Gwen has some medication that she needs to take in order to avoid going crazy. You should really look into studying and replicating it before you have her do something else.” you explained, nudging Gwen until she brandished the pill and handed it over to Hill.She eyed it carefully, and placed it in her own pocket. “Noted. Brief me on the symptoms and circumstances behind your condition, and we’ll work out a plan for when you lose control.” Hill said easily.Gwen frowned. “‘When’?”Hill nodded. “It’ll be some time before we can figure out what this is, why it works, and whether there are any alternative treatments or unintended side effects. And since this is the only remaining tablet, we’ll have to be twice as careful.” she continued. “Until then, you have my word that we will not allow you to hurt anyone during one of your…’episodes’.”Gwen let out a sigh, and you could see the tension slowly draining from her shoulders. “Thank you.” she said with genuine gratitude.Hill inclined her head slightly.“Do you think I can visit her and Dr. Connors while they’re still up there?” you asked.Hill considered this for a moment before responding. “I suppose. There will, of course, be days when neither of them are available, but I might be willing to allow you to visit them for a limited amount of time.” she said.You opened your mouth to thank her, but she quickly raised a hand to stop you.“This doesn’t mean that I’m willing to send a shuttle down to pick you up every time you feel like popping over. You’ll have to find your own way up on some days. Either work something out with Morse, or find your own flier.”You slumped in your chair. There’s the Hill you know and love.“Oh, wait! Before I forget,” you began, fishing around in your pocket, before pulling out a fleshy face mask. Hill’s eyes widened marginally, but she displayed no further outward reaction. “Before I forget, I found this in the woods. Someone was wearing it when they tried to trick me into thinking that they were someone else.”Hill held out her hand, and you plopped the thing down into her palm. She held it up, examined it carefully, and set it down onto the table.“This could technically belong to anyone, but I have a feeling that this is the ‘Chameleon’s’ work.” she concluded.“The Chameleon? Who’s that?” Gwen asked.
“A Russian spy that specializes in espionage, infiltration and impersonation. I’ve tangled with him on multiple occasions, but he’s as slippery as his name implies.” Hill explained. Her eyes focused on you suddenly. “The man that he was impersonating, was he important to you?”Her expression shifted slightly. It vaguely reminded you of…sympathy?You tensed up, but managed to control yourself enough to not give anything away. “Not particularly. I picked him out because his face popped up in that file that you sent me.” you lied.She watched you for a moment longer, and then nodded. “Of course. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I suspected that he might’ve been involved in this nonsense. I fear that he’s been drumming up the support of the Bratva in this city.”“Bratva? You mean, like, the Russian mob?” Gwen said.“That’s right.” Hill confirmed. “They’ve been making moves recently, and I suspect that they’ll continue doing so as long the Chameleon remains at large.”That sounded like a real problem, but it was a problem for another day. You’d have to go back to looking for your brother. Your deadline was creeping up on you, and you had very little time to get your family out of the city. You weren’t even sure if it was feasible at this point.Gwen and Hill’s conversation became something like background noise as your family troubles took root in the forefront of your mind. Could you continue growing your business while protecting your family? Maybe you should hire a full-time bodyguard.—------After a while, it seemed like Hill was hurrying both you and Gwen to finish your business here.The two of you stood and faced each other. “Well, I guess this is it.” she said, patting her thighs and giving you a slightly stiff smile. “Thanks for doing all this. You’re really saving my skin, here.”What will you say/do?>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”>”Before you leave, let’s see how tough you really are!” (Challenge her to an arm wrestling competition.)>”Try not to miss me too much while you’re up there. (Give her a hug.)>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5256512Try not to miss me too much while you’re up there. (Give her a hug.)Try to flex on her a little after the hug she gave you earlier
>>5256512>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”
>>5256512>>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”>>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”
>>5256512>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”>Well, while I'm still up here, let me introduce you to Dr. Connor. As long as Ms. Hill doesn't mind, of course.
>>5256512>”I honestly wish I could've done more for you. I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”[Write-in] Give her our number"Here let me send you some very private pictures that I wouldn't show anyone else, you're gonna love them."Then send her the picture that burned up in the trailer.
>>5256581Would be funny, add a hug
>>5256520This.
>>5256512>>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”>”Before you leave, let’s see how tough you really are!” (Challenge her to an arm wrestling competition.)
>>5256581>>5256583+1
>>5256512>”Don’t celebrate just yet. You still need to watch your back when you’re up there. Don’t let them take advantage of you.”>”You got dealt a bad hand. I’m just trying to help you along so you can get back on your feet.”
>>5256512>>5256581 +1
>>5256581Supporting, with the hug addition
>>5256581This.
>>5256581+1
>>5256581>>5256583>>5256625>>5256591>>5256693>>5256945>>5256952>>5257063>>5257096Writing...
“I honestly wish I could’ve done more for you.” you admitted. “I hope you manage to get the whole ‘being crazy’ thing under control.”Her smile turned bashful, then. “Same here. It’s bad enough that I’ve outgrown all of my old clothes and shoes.”“One sounds a little more important than the other, but maybe you can rock a straight jacket with the best of them. In a padded cell.” you added with a whisper.She shot you a sly grin. “Please. I can make anything look good.” she said with the utmost confidence. Seeing her now, you didn’t doubt that for a moment.“Maybe I’ll manage to start a new trend.” she said with a shrug.“Don’t celebrate just yet. You’ll still need to watch your back while you’re up there.” you advised her. “Don’t let them take advantage of you.”Her smile slipped, and she gave you a serious nod. “It’ll be okay. I’ll show them how stubborn a Stacy can be.” she declared, her fists clenched in firm determination.You hoped she was right. Gobby only managed to tether her to his gang due to her dependency on his drugs. You hoped that you could trust Hill not to screw her up or corrupt her kind heart. It was a weird thought, but you felt like you meant it.“Oh! One more thing.” you reminded yourself, fishing the burner out of your pocket. “Here’s my number in case you ever need to reach me.”She quickly took out her phone and took down the numbers that you listed. At that very moment, you’d completely forgotten that Hill was there, but you had a feeling that she didn’t really care.“Aaaand saved. Thanks, ‘Huntsman’.” she said in a cheerful tone.“Here, let me send you some very private pictures that I wouldn’t show to anyone else.” you said, casting a conspiratory glance around the room. Hill raised an eyebrow, but remained quiet.Gwen furrowed her brow and gave you a questioning look. You took notice of the fact that her wariness didn’t overpower her curiosity, because her eyes went wide when she opened your message and examined the contents. It was the picture of her Mom that she had in her chem lab. To be specific, they were several photos of a single photo, taken from different angles.She placed a hand over her mouth, and you could see small tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She glanced up at you and blinked several times before stammering a bit.“This…this is, um…”You waited patiently for her response, and it came in the form of another hug. This one was far more gentle, and there was no armor getting in the way of her firm muscles and soft skin. There was something even softer pressing against your chest, barely restrained by a white t-shirt. Two “somethings” to be exact.(Cont.)
And despite her having worn a stuffy suit of combat armor all day, fighting two opponents and skulking through the sewers, she still somehow felt nice. Maybe it was a super soldier thing. You didn’t know how all this shit worked.Unfortunately, the tender moment came to an end, and Gwen released you from her embrace. The shy smile and wave that she gave you was at odds with that of a girl that possessed her size and stature. You watched them as they left, and the last thing you heard was Gwen asking Hill if she could call her Dad from the Helicarrier. You didn’t hear her response.For some reason, neither of them came back to kick you out of the cafe. You plopped back into your seat and let all of these new developments marinate within your mind for a few minutes.You took a weapon out of Gobby’s arsenal tonight, but more importantly, you might have possibly saved the future of a bright young woman. Getting the shield back from her was a nice bonus too. It meant that you and Hill were square. You should be happy. Excited, even!But…you couldn’t stop thinking about Rich. What had happened to him? Why was someone impersonating him and saying some shit about him being a spy-in-training? Was any of it true? Could you really believe the words of a man that deceives others for a living?And what were you supposed to tell your family? You were no closer to finding Rich, and now you had more questions and concerns than you did before. At this rate, they would all be trapped in this city when shit hit the fan. Could you really afford to make a profit when their lives might be in danger?Your brother, your own flesh and blood, might be in serious trouble with the Russian mob for some reason. What would happen to him if you didn’t find him? What would Peter do without a father?What do you intend to do?>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.>Chase after Hill before she leaves and beg her to help you search for your brother.>You might have to get the cops involved in this. You’ve never been a huge fan, but you could use all the help you can get.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5257112My auto-correct made an oopsie. Meant to say that "she still smelled nice" in the beginning of the second post.
>>5257112>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.>Call Anna on the hunt for Chameleon
>>5257112>>You might have to get the cops involved in this. You’ve never been a huge fan, but you could use all the help you can get.
>>5257112>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
>>5257112>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.
>>5257112>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
>>5257112>>Be honest with Vic and tell her that you couldn’t find him. You’ll have to find somewhere safe for your family to hunker down until all this blows over.>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.
>>5257115>>5257120>>5257123>>5257142>>5257143>>5257154>>5257295>Use your criminal connections to go after any Bratva-related news on Richard, the Chameleon, or any other curious figures who may have recently shown up.>Get all hands on deck. This is now an emergency mission for the Desperados.Taking these. Writing...
You only had two days left before your rematch with Matt. Might as well make the best use of your time and scour this whole city for your brother. But you couldn’t do it alone. You were gonna need as much help as you could get. And that meant calling in every favor you had and every friend that you could rely upon. Finding Richard Parker was now The Desperados’ top priority.You pulled out your phone and started sending out messages…when someone placed a fresh cup of coffee onto the table! Your head jerked up, and a monkey was standing on top of the table! Where did it come from!? Has he been here this whole time?It looked like a macaque, but you weren’t entirely sure. And it was wearing a…S.H.I.E.L.D uniform?“Uh…”You tried to gently push the cup away, and the monkey bared his sharp teeth, before pushing it back towards you. Was he offended by what you did? You looked into his eyes and saw…some type of intelligence, but you didn’t know how much of your words and gestures he could properly understand.Either way, he was staring at you intently, and it didn’t look like he was going anywhere anytime soon. Carefully, you picked up the cup and took a sip. Your eyes widened. This was some of the best coffee that you’d ever tasted!You gave the monkey an appreciative glance and nodded. “Thanks.”He bared his fangs in a fearsome grin and plodded off behind the counter. You figured that it was his duty to lock up after you left."If I ever have grandkids, I am gonna have the best stories." you muttered to yourself, taking another sip.—------->Roll 1d100+15
Rolled 96 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5257528
Rolled 16 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5257528Criminality GO
>>5257530Oh, cool.
Rolled 36 + 15 (1d100 + 15)>>5257528Rollan>>5257530That’s a nice roll. It’d be a shame if someone were to roll a critfail.
>>5257530>>5257539>>5257533Good shit. Writing...
>111!>M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!I took you well over an hour to call some of your contacts and cash in those favors that they owed you. You were starting to run out, but you weren’t holding out too much hope for them. No, that was reserved for your hand-picked team of specialists.You quickly informed them of the situation at hand. Flint caught on the fastest, and you had a conversation with Cindy in private about your relationship to the target. Her eyes practically burned with determination, and you were grateful to have such a brave ally on your side. Especially because she’d be essential in tracking down your brother. What you didn’t expect, however, was for Cindy to request Callisto’s help. It was probably the first time that you’ve seen the mutant above ground.As it turns out, Callisto is a far better and more experienced tracker than Cindy was. Her sense of smell, and ironically, her eyesight were inhumanely sharp compared to any of you. While she and Cindy worked that angle, Cat and Prowler decided to consult some of their shadier contacts. Flint was more or less in charge of overseeing the search from the contacts that you called in favors from.And after two days, you finally found where your brother had been hiding. It was right smack dab in the middle of Bratva territory, surrounded by dozens of heavily armed men and airtight security.“Let’s get to work.”How will you approach this?Roster: (Huntsman/Sandman/Black Cat/ Prowler/Glass)>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)>Full on assault. These people messed with your family, and you’re gonna make an example out of them.>Bait a bunch of their guys out into the open and utilize your Slip component to turn yourself into a living bomb.>Call in a friend.(Pick from “Contacts”)>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5257565>>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)Black Cat. Lure with Sexy Pose then start scratchin
>>5257565>>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.
>>5257565>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)Have Flint and Glass start a big distraction. See if they're any tech Prowler can exploit. Cat can look for anything juicy to wipe. Everyone else ninja their way in.
>>5257565>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Who?)Flint and Glass, I will call them the Sand Duo
>>5257583+1I guess if we can't murder people to retaliate we can just beat them up and steal their shit instead
>>5257565>Send somebody in to cause a distraction and wreak some havoc.(Flint and Glass)>Sneak past the sentries and silently take out any bodyguards that might be watching your brother.>have Felicia and Prowler look around for anything valuable. Cash, guns, tech, information, etc...Personal business aside, this actually works out great for us.We weaken one of the major players in the upcoming gang war AND we make a name for ourselves in the process.
>>5257565>>5257618Support
>>5257618I say Glass and Flint could go like some Guerrilla tactics and try to confuse the Russians.Like, making sure they don't know how they got hit, we need Glass to stay somehow hidden. With how fast he is surely he could bring down some guys before they see him, the same with Flint, fast and strong, and that he makes sure he doesn't fully show himself, just in like that sand golem form so when asked no-one can get a solid description of him.
>>5257585Trinitite>>5257618Support
>>5257642I was imagining giant obscuring sandstorm that also throws things and people around, somehow disappearing when we give the signal
>>5257581>>5257583>>5257590>>5257585>>5257618>>5257630>>5257642>>5257656I was going to post the roll order from work, but there's an IP range ban around my workplace because some people have been aggressively shitposting! Sorry about thatRoll 1d100+10, bo3!
Rolled 11 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5258074Let's hope I don't roll an other 1
Rolled 46 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5258074
Rolled 78 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>5258074
>>5257658That would be nice...
>>5258086This must be some sort of cosmic joke.
>>5258086>>5258089>>5258091Writing...
>88One thing to note about Bratva territory was that they were rooted in a purely residential district. Gone were the days of shady warehouse meetings and underground speakeasies. Most thriving mobs were more likely to hold secret meetings in nice looking townhouses similar to what Vic had owned before the vampire attack. Politics and secrecy took the place of overt displays of power and influence.Rich could be in any one of the houses in this neighborhood. So you guessed it was a good thing that your contacts managed to narrow down which one he was dragged into. You’d be buying drinks for whichever brave idiot got close enough to figure that one out.You, Cat and Prowler spent a few hours scoping out the neighborhood and figuring out which people were Bratva, which were under their protection, and which were just under their thumb. Once you’d figured that out, you laid out the plans for the houses that Prowler had managed to snag. You had no idea where he’d gotten them from, but you appreciated his contributions. Made this all feel like a proper heist instead of a hostage rescue.After that, you began assigning roles. Flint and Glass would be in charge of distracting the Bratva and diminishing their numbers. Both were best suited for combat, and you doubted that any of these guys could take them out on a good day.Cat would be in charge of going around and swiping valuables, and Prowler would find and steal info from any computers that he could find, along with any valuable tech.With everyone assigned their roles, you had one final team huddle and confirmed the obvious danger in attacking these people in their own territory. You would either be bringing a shitstorm down on top of your heads, or you’d be doing the city a favor by getting rid of another gang. One outcome was more preferable to the other, but you weren’t terribly concerned about either of them at the moment. So long as your brother was safe and your team got out alive, nothing else mattered.—---It didn’t come as much of a shock when the screams and gunshots started ringing out. Your assault team must be putting actual work in. Considering who you’d chosen, you figured that they’d both make quick work of anyone that wasn’t a metahuman, and even then it would be a stretch.Slipping inside the extravagant townhouse was easier than you expected. It was avoiding detection that proved to be the real challenge. Most of their sentries had gone out to see what was causing the ruckus, but some did stay to protect whoever had chosen to stay. That didn’t surprise you, though.What did come as a shock, was when you’d stumbled across your first fresh corpse. He was lying on the floor, and had been dragged into a dark corner, a bloody smile carved below his chin. His lifeless eyes were dispassionately staring off into the distance. Into some afterlife that was governed by some God or entity that you couldn’t properly put your faith in.(Cont.)
That’s right, heaven and hell really does exist, if the testimonies from people that have died and come back are anything to be believed. Apparently, multiple afterlives exist in separate planes of existence. There was a whole study on the concept. You weren’t sure where you’d be going once your time on earth was done, but you were certain that it probably wouldn’t be pleasant.Putting those thoughts aside, you refocused yourself on the task ahead. As you went deeper into the house, you found more and more bodies, hidden from plain sight, but not terribly difficult to spot if you were looking for them, which you weren’t. You were looking for your brother, but found fresh corpses instead. That didn’t do any favors for your nerves, but it did tell you one thing.Someone else was here, and they were cleaning house. Question was, were they hostile towards you or your brother? You supposed that you’d find out eventually.—-----Checking the basement turned out to be a bust. Although, you didn’t expect to find an entire wine cellar down there. Real vintage shit, too. You might’ve been motivated to snag a couple of bottles, but there was something of an unspoken policy on drinking on the job. Besides, bottles tended to clink together and make a ton of noise, which wasn’t ideal for maintaining stealth.With the basement crossed off the list, you decided to go up instead. More bodies, and more unaware sentries scrambling around barricading doors and windows, preparing for the inevitable siege that they’d have to defend against. It was too bad that they didn’t know about the infiltrators in their midst.Eventually, you reached the top level, where two men were guarding, and occasionally hitting a guy who’d been tied to a wooden chair. When you saw his face, all bloodied, bruised and swollen, your breath caught.Sitting there, no doubt, making smart-ass remarks in the face of overwhelming odds, was your younger brother, looking half-dead already. He looked like he’d been wearing the same clothes for weeks, which was pretty likely, and his hair was disheveled and matted to his face with sweat and blood.A swell of anger rose within you, and you leapt into action without a second thought. You wasted no time climbing over the two unlucky bastards, webbing them by their feet, and stringing them up, leaving them to flail and struggle while you freed your brother. Their muffled screams barely registered in your mind as you cut Richard free and gave him a quick once over. He was hurt, badly, and clearly out of it. But at least he was still breathing.What did catch your attention, however, were the sound of two silenced gunshots zipping overheard. You looked up to find that both men had been shot in the head. When you traced their trajectory back to their source, you found a tall red-headed woman dressed all in black, with a modded assault rifle in-hand, and a large skull painted across the bulletproof vest that she wore.(Cont.)
Your eyes went wide as you glanced back up to meet hers. You’d recognize that symbol anywhere. Any criminal worth a damn would.The Punisher.Both of you stood in silence for a while. Her rifle wasn’t so much trained on you as your hidden guns were on her. You were pretty sure that you could tag her before she got you if push came to shove, but with your brother in the line of fire, you didn’t want to put anything to chance.What will you do/say?>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”>”I didn’t know Frank was recruiting. Are there benefits included in the package? Does he offer dental?”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5258381>>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>>5258381”I didn’t know Frank was recruiting. Are there benefits included in the package? Does he offer dental?”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”Man we are surrounded by hotties
>>5258381>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”
>>5258381>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
>>5258381>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”Dammit, they're gonna think we're behind this shit now.
>>5258381>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
>>5258381>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”
>>5258381>>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
>>5258381>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”Then depending on the answer>”I don’t have time to deal with you right now. This guy is injured and needs to be taken to a hospital.”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”or if there is a problem>”I didn’t know Frank was recruiting. Are there benefits included in the package? Does he offer dental?”> Fire a garlic pepper pellet at her face while webbing up her gun.>Abscond with our brotherIn either case>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.
>>5258143Probably. Could have gone much worst, so let's tke a win where we can
>>5258381>>5258523This set, in this order
>>5258387>>5258396>>5258403>>5258413>>5258423>>5258494>>5258516>>5258523>>5258712>>5258623>”...Are we gonna have a problem?”>”There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down. If you want their boss, I bet he’d be somewhere around there.”>Inform everyone in your team of the Punisher’s presence.Taking these. Writing...
You were the first to break the silence.“...Are we gonna have a problem?”She considered your words for a moment, lowered her rifle slightly and raised her hand.“That depends. Did you come here alone?” she said in an authoritative tone that reminded you a bit of Hill.After a brief pause, you shook your head. “Two out front, two inside.” you confirmed.A red dot traveled along your chest from a nearby widow, and your muscles tensed in anticipation. Then, the lady Punisher pressed a finger to her ear and spoke.“Ease up, Lynn.” she demanded, her eyes never leaving yours. “If you see anyone that’s not Bratva, don’t shoot.”The red laser trailed away from you and your brother, and you visibly relaxed.“There’s a larger concentration of Bratva members a few floors down.” you informed her. “If you want their boss, I’d bet that he’s somewhere around there.”Her penetrating gaze lingered on you for a bit longer, before she repeated the information to her sniper. Her blue eyes drifted to your brother, bleeding and muttering some incomprehensible nonsense.“If he’s the one you’re here for, then you should get him out of here.” she advised. “Neither of you want to be here when we open fire.”And then, without another word exchanged between you two, she turned and left, leaving you and Richard alone in the attic.Once you were certain that she was gone, you pressed a finger to your ear and activated your communicator.“Guys, we’ve got a problem. The Punisher’s sidekick is here, and I think she’s got backup.” you said.Both Prowler and Black Cat cursed at almost the same time. Running into the Punisher in the middle of a job was every crook’s worst nightmare. They wouldn’t hesitate to take your life if they deemed you unworthy of keeping it.“I’m suddenly not feeling too confident in our chances of making it out of here in one piece, Spider.” Felicia said.Prowler grunted his agreement. “Did you find who you were looking for?”“I did. He’s alive, but we should get him to a hospital.” you said.“Then we should bounce.” Prowler decided.“Good idea.” you agreed. “Let’s pull Flint and Glass out.”—------You carefully held onto your brother as you crawled outside the window and pushed off the wall. From your elevated position, you could see just about everything. Your assault team had been making quick work of the Russians, and they seemed confused when Cat came out to tell them to pull out.Prowler stopped bothering with stealth, and simply burst out of a boarded up window to swing alongside you. He was always so dramatic.As you and the other Desperados made your great escape, you caught a glimpse of the sniper that almost shot you. She was a bit shorter than the redhead, wore less body armor and had long blonde hair.(Cont.)
She turned to glance in your direction, and the two of you maintained eye contact for a few seconds, before she returned to glaring through her scope. Neither of you looked back after that.—----------Everyone broke off and went their separate ways after a brief exchange of information. Neither Flint or Glass had gotten injured, but you noticed a few bullets that had gotten stuck a few inches in Glass’s body. He reassured you that he’d push them out later.Cat managed to snag some precious gems and jewelry on her way out, along with some of that vintage wine that you got a glimpse of in the basement. But none of that could measure up to Prowler’s prize. By hacking into the computers and downloading their information, he acquired a copy of a detailed record of their business transactions.Your head was practically spinning with the possibilities of what you could do with that information, but a pained groan from your brother brought you back to reality. That’s right. None of that shit mattered if your little bro keeled over before you could get him to a hospital.You told everyone that you’d meet them back at the base and picked up the pace a little.“Hang on, Rich.”—--------When you dropped your brother off, you carefully avoided answering any incriminating questions. You just carried through the front door, screamed “I need a doctor!” and brought him where the staff told you to.No one tried to stop you when you raced back out the door and swung off into the distance. You made some frantic calls to your family, dropped by your base, grabbed a change of clothes and was back out the door in under a minute.—---------You sat by your brother’s side, assessing his injuries and waiting patiently for your sister to get here. Rich had been changed into a hospital gown, and they’d done their best to bandage or stitch any open wounds that he might have had. His face was busted up, and his breathing was a bit irregular, but the doctors assured you that it was very possible for him to make a full recovery. He’d just need lots of rest, and a team of doctors to watch him for any unwelcome developments.You were more afraid that he’d slip into a coma, more than anything. Your brother’s labored breathing and the beeping of a ventilator filled the room, doing very little to calm your nerves.Absently, you checked your watch and came to the sudden realization that your rematch with Matt would be happening soon. You’d completely forgotten about it. You could still make it if you left now.What will you do?>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.>Stay with your brother and comfort your family when they get here.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5258967>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.Goddamnit. We gave our word. We gotta be there.
>>5258967>Call Flint to stay close to your brother in case there are any bratva's in the hospital.>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.>After the match gather all the info we got from the russians and call Angela and Hill to see what they know about them>Once Richard wakes up, we should visit him and talk privately about what was he doing with the Russian mob.
>>5259020supportalso we haven't slept with Felicia yet right?
>>5259094not yet
>>5258967>Stay with your brother and comfort your family when they get here.>Call Matt and explain, we are going to try and go there, but even if we somehow make it, we are going to be unpreparedIf there is one person that would understand, it would be him.
>>5259112+1that rematch WILL happen, but that doesn't mean we can't have yet more fights and yet more rematches
>>5258967>>5259020Support
>>5259103See, that's playing with fire. I'd prefer not to mix business with pleasure. What Ben would prefer, well...
>>5259020+1>>5258967But also figure out if the Chameleon assassin guy died in the Punisher assault. Seriously guys, if that guy isnt dead than we're in big trouble. He knows our identity. He knows our identity has super powers. He can probably figure out that we're either the huntsman or spiderman.
>>5258967>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.>>5259365Why would he just conveniently die off-camera?
>>5259094Let's target someone funnyer before Gwen. Rematch with the russian one? Matt's apprentice?
>>5258967>Stay with your brother and comfort your family when they get here.>Call Matt and explain.This is serious family shit. The rematch is a friendly sporting spar that can be rescheduled.
>>5258967>>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.
>>5258967changing >>5259464to >>5259112
>>5258969>>5259020>>5259094>>5259242>>5259365>>5259464>>5259520>Call Flint to stay close to your brother in case there are any bratva's in the hospital.>Prepare for your Crucible rematch.>After the match gather all the info we got from the russians and call Angela and Hill to see what they know about them>Once Richard wakes up, we should visit him and talk privately about what was he doing with the Russian mob.Taking these. Writing...
>>5259464>>5259532My bad. Forgot to exclude this one. I believe the result would've been the same, though
You took out your phone and called Flint from your list of contacts. He was more than willing to stay at the hospital and watch over your brother. Thankfully, he didn’t ask why you couldn’t stay. He knew what day it was, after all. He might give you shit over your decision sometime later, but even he knew how valuable a good reputation was. It was something that couldn’t be bought, no matter how much money you had.You took one long look at your brother, shook your head, and headed out the door. You needed to hurry if you still wanted to make it.—---------Once again, you were sitting in the stone-carved uncomfortable-ass bleachers, watching two scumbags duke it out in the Pit. You’d seen Barracuda in the audience tonight, as well as a good chunk of people that had been present for your debut. If the congratulatory pats on the back when you had entered the building meant anything, then one could easily assume that you’d managed to acquire the respect of the patrons of this fine establishment.There were more than a few people that you didn’t recognize, as well as a cadre of new fighters that had been trying to make a name for themselves tonight. But there was one absence that everyone had noticed. Typhoid Mary wasn’t here.Everyone had been looking forward to seeing her fight, but after the fixed result of your last match with Matt, the Crucible had seen a small riot. They’d managed to quell their patron’s rage, and everyone left more or less unsatisfied with the night’s events. However, that didn’t prevent someone from following the ref for that match out into the parking lot and stabbing him violently, and repeatedly.Everyone knew who was to blame, and as a result, Mary wouldn’t be allowed back in the Crucible for a little while. Mary either lost a lot of money on that fight, or she was looking forward to her fight with you more than anyone thought.You glanced around the arena, looking for a specific face. When you found Matt and Angela, you gave them a slow nod. Matt whispered into Angela’s ear, and they both turned and nodded back at you. You were glad to see them. After your last conversation with Matt, you weren’t entirely sure if he’d show up for this rematch.Admittedly, it was tough not seeing Flint in the audience with you. He was in your corner from the very beginning, supporting you with every penny that he had.Did you invite anyone to support you during this fight?>Black Cat>Prowler>Anastasia>Glass>Callisto>You moved to stand beside Matt and Angela until it was time for your match to begin.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5259718>>CallistoShow her new ways of being an entrepeneur
>>5259718>You moved to stand beside Matt and Angela until it was time for your match to begin.Eh, everyone’s probably got their own stuff to do.The only one I’m 100% against is Cindy. I know she’s seen worse, but trying to keep her out of as many seedy underground establishments as possible would be best.
>>5259729>>5259728Oh, Callisto would be good. It would be a good chance for her to earn some money of her own.
>>5259728+1 i'm down for telling Calisto to come, with the note that they don't allowed weapons so she should keep her knife at Home. If she doesn't like that idea then I guess we could stay with Matt and Angela
>>5259718>AnastasiaMight be a dick move excluding her of all people.
>>5259718>Anastasia
>>5259718>>Anastasia
>>5259718>AnastasiaShe would enjoy this
>>5259748>>5259761>>5259773>>5259805>>5259810>>5259835Taking these. Writing...
Sitting next to you during all this was none other than the Russian Huntress, Anastasia. Despite the heat, she was still bundled up in her cloak, and that padded vest that she wore to protect herself from injury.From the Pit, a meaty fist slammed into the bruised face of a losing competitor. And from the stands, a roar of approval rang out as a row of fists rose into the air. One of those fists was gloved, and belonged to the person you invited to support you.She gave your arm a light punch, and looked over at you. Anastasia’s wicked grin was a stark contrast to her default stoic demeanor.“You were holding out on me, Huntsman. As it turns out, you Americans do know how to have fun after all!” she exclaimed.You gave her a mild shrug. “There was never a good time to bring it up before. I only found out about it a month ago.” you said.Has it only been a month? It feels like a lifetime ago. So much has happened since then. You can barely remember how it felt to…not be a metahuman.Another cheer broke your concentration, and you returned your attention to the fight. The fighters in the ring were low level metas, so they still had to rely on their physical prowess to overwhelm their opponent. You doubted that either of them would make it much further in this industry.“This place…it has something of a primal current running through it. All the rage, fear, anxiety and primitive excitement blends together to create something unique.” she observed, her eyes fixated on the two fighters. “When me and my father would travel, I used to sneak out and go to events like these. In some places, the age restrictions were much more loose, and they would allow me to fight to my full potential.”“So you are a meta.” you said.The way that she squinted at you told you that she didn’t recognize the term, but she nodded anyway. “When I was younger, I underwent a rite of passage. A grand hunt that proved me worthy of accepting the potions and elixirs that have transformed the men and women of our family into warriors without equal. Like them, I was granted the speed of a jaguar, and the strength of a lion.” she declared. “It was different for you?”You nodded. “Yeah. Mine was an accident.”She gave you a rare smirk. “Some accident.”“Yeah, I’ll say.” you said with a dry laugh. “That happens a lot more often around here than you’d think.”Annie furrowed her brow. “Then…how do you decide which among you is deemed worthy of such power?”(Cont.)
You shrugged. “That’s the thing. Most people aren’t.” you said, turning to watch one of the combatants deliver the knockout blow. Even as the arena erupted into a cacophony of shouts and screams, your voice remained quiet. “Not everyone’s a noble warrior or graceful hunter. Most Metas used to be…well, normal people. And when people obtain great power, they almost always turn into the same thing.”“And what is that?” Ana asked.You looked at her then. “They always become the person that they’ve always wanted to be, deep down inside. You never know the kind of person someone really is until they have power, and are in a position to abuse that power. The things you do when no one’s watching and no one can stop you are the moments that really define you.”You shook your head. Okay, now you were REALLY starting to sound like your brother.The conversation continued like that until the last two fighters were dragged out, and another pair took their place. Soon enough, you were called to the back to prepare for your fight. When you got up, Anastasia gave you a swat on the ass and a wink. That must have been her way of wishing you good luck. She’d put down a hefty bet on your behalf, not batting an eyelash when the bookie started rubbing his hands in a maniacal manner. Apparently, Anastasia’s family was filthy fucking rich, and she was just sleeping in the park for the fun of it. There was definitely something to be said about the eccentric lifestyles of the rich and famous, but you didn’t like what that meant for your future ambitions.—-------You had gotten plenty of compliments from the people around you on your new costume, but you were still instructed to remove everything except your mask and your pants. They couldn’t overlook the possibility of you concealing a weapon in your cloak, or using your armored clothing to soak up damage in the ring. All you had was the skin on your back, the air in your lungs, and the steel in your veins. And that would have to do.When you reentered the ring, you received another round of cheers. This was a much bigger turnout than last time. You figured that the promoter must’ve been working his ass off.Matt was already waiting for you down in the Pit. His face was neutral, but you could see that he was practically buzzing with anticipation. This sort of environment had that effect on people.You met in the middle of the ring, where a different referee came to explain the rules and announce your presence.“IIIIIN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE THE MAN WITHOUT FEAR! HE’S BLIND AS A BAT, TOUGH AS NAILS, AND DOESN’T BOTHER LOOKING BOTH WAYS WHEN HE CROSSES THE STREET! HE IS A DECORATED VETERAN AND TWO-TIME CHAMPION OF THE CRUCIBLE! GIVE IT UP FOR, STIIIIIICK!”There was an explosion of sound that must’ve been absolutely deafening to Matt, but he didn’t so much as flinch. His attention was exclusively reserved for you.(Cont.)
“AND IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE THE RETURN OF A TALENTED YOUNG FIGHTER! IN ONE NIGHT, HE PROVED THAT HE HAD WHAT IT TOOK TO DUKE IT OUT WITH THE BEST OF THEM! HE EARNED WIN, AFTER WIN, AFTER WIN, AND HIS ONLY FAILING WAS THAT HE DIDN’T HAVE AN OUNCE OF QUIT IN HIM! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FORRRRR THE HUNTSMAAAAAAN!”The crowd went wild, and you felt a swell of pride within you. These people were waiting for you. They argued on your behalf, and fought for your right to return. They made this happen as much as you did. Your heart went out to them.Both you and Matt raised your fists, and you shot him a sly grin. “No hard feelings?”That earned you a smirk.>Roll 1d100-10, bo3!
Rolled 75 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>5259971Catch this hands Matt
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>5259971Rolling
Rolled 93 - 10 (1d100 - 10)>>5259971
>>5259978Nicely done, sir.
>>5259975>>5259977>>5259978The rolls increased by 9 each time.
>>5259985>The rolls increased by 9 each time.The sacred number of Tzeentch? Have we literally been cursed by Khonshu?
>>5259985Our power is rising, overflowing. We are invincible.
>>5259999He's the patron deity of every conniving son of a bitch, even Benny.Also>quad 9'sHello Tzeentch.
>>5259999
>>5259975>>5259977>>5259978Great rolls! Writing...>>5259985>>5259999>That math>Those QUADSWITNESSED
>>5259999That post is full o’ MAGIIIIC
>83You leapt forward, parrying the blow that was waiting for you as soon as you entered Matt’s range, and returning one of your own. Your fist cracked him across the chin, but he barely staggered backward. Instead, he followed the momentum of your punch and tried to sneak an elbow in. You leaned back with superhuman speed, just barely managing to avoid it, before delivering a spinning kick to his chest.Matt didn’t so much fly backwards as he did back handsprings to create some distance and recover from the blow. He was back on his feet in two more seconds. The walls practically shook with all the noise that the audience was making. That brief exchange was incredibly intense, but you’d have to put more work in to take down someone like Matt.Despite all of your experience over the past month, you mostly let your guns and knives do the talking in your battles. An argument could be made that you were more comfortable with your newly enhanced range of motion and reaction speed, but that wasn’t a substitute for actual skill and training.You had no doubt that your opponent was the better fighter. Although, that wasn’t gonna stop you from kicking his ass up and down this arena!What will you do?>Keep the pressure on!>Let him approach you and sweep his legs out from under him!>Try to use your superior strength to put him into a submission hold.>Engage him in a grappling match, and try to fling him out of the Pit.>Write-in.
>>5260048>Keep the pressure on!
>>5260048>>Keep the pressure on!
>>5260048>Keep the pressure on!If we can bait him into another exchange, we can let our strength do the talking.
>>5260048>Let him approach you and sweep his legs out from under him!>>5259999Checked and spooked
>>5260050>>5260051>>5260056Roll 1d100-5, bo3!
Rolled 97 - 5 (1d100 - 5)>>5260152
Rolled 9 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5260152Here I go, potentially ruining everything again!>>5260154Very nice.
Rolled 6 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5260152
>>5260155>>5260157Too close for comfort
>>5260157>6-5
>>5260160I don't think modified crits override. Do they?
>>5260160It's because I called out Tzeentch's machinations earlier, the rude bastard.
>>5260160Aw fuck, I hope that doesn’t count.
Rolled 55 + 5 (1d100 + 5)>>5260164We'll find out after I roll this nat1
>>5260154>>5260155>>5260157Had a feeling this would happen sooner or later. Writing...>>5260160>>5260158>>5260164>>5260165>>5260171What's wrong, anons!? This is it! The crit fail you've been begging for all this time!Unfortunately, it does count. Artificial crit successes and failures are treated as nat rolls. I guess I should include that in the rules in my next thread.
>>5260182>What's wrong, anons!? This is it! The crit fail you've been begging for all this time!Yup. Absolutely CURSED.
>>5260182
>>5260182Oh no
Boo
>>5260182NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>1!You advanced, maintaining your momentum from earlier and delivering a rapid combination of hooks and sweeping kicks. The blind fucker somehow managed to parry or avoid all of them. The blinding exchange was so mind bogglingly fast that you could've sworn that the mere movement of both your arms were creating a cool breeze for the audience.The clash lasted for several, long seconds, until Matt was forced to break away. You leapt after him and raised your fist…and that’s when you knew that you’d made a grave mistake.Matt dropped to the ground, immediately lowering his center of gravity, causing your swing to go wide. Since you were still in the air, you had no control over where you went. And since you weren’t allowed to use your webs, you were little more than a sitting duck.Your arms moved to protect your head, and you completely missed the liver shot that knocked the wind out of you, and brought you to your knees.You couldn’t breathe. The room was spinning, and Matt was moving again. Have to-!A bandaged fist slammed into your temple, sending you hurtling towards the ground. A flash of light behind your eyes was the only other sensation that you could perceive, and then the darkness started creeping in, swallowing everything within sight.The roar of the crowd became little more than a murmur, and the thundering of your heartbeat and the sound of your own breathing was so loud in your ears.And then, you saw her. The spunky, terrifying Russian that you’d invited to support you. She was screaming something. Her mouth was moving, but you couldn’t figure out what-“GET UP!”You groaned, planted a hand on the ground, and slowly lifted yourself up. Your muscles screamed at you to stop, but you’ve never backed down from a fight that you’d already committed to. And you weren’t about to stop now!From shaky arms, to heavy shoulders, to wobbly legs, you pieced yourself back together, bit by bit. And Matt just stood there and let you.You could tell that he wanted to continue this fight. But he wanted to finish it fairly. He wanted to savor every moment of it. This was something more than a back-alley brawl. It was a sacred art that very few people willingly engaged in.You blinked at the blind man with bleary eyes, planted your feet, set your shoulders and raised your fists.You were definitely going to be peeing blood tonight.>Roll 1d100-20, bo3!
Rolled 21 - 20 (1d100 - 20)>>5260234I said, catch these hands!
>>5260238Nevermind, sorry guys!
>>5260238Fuck you
Rolled 47 + 20 (1d100 + 20)>>5260234Well surely we can't crit fail twice in a row.>>5260238Oh... Oh no.
Rolled 95 - 20 (1d100 - 20)>>5260239Goddammit Tzeentch.
>>5260234>Roll 1d100-20, bo3!"Thanks my g... After all, people like the Underdog type of stories"
I was debating between going for "-15" and "-20". I figured when you accounted for the gap in skill, the handicap on our abilities, and the liver shot, it made sense.
>>5260243Damn, the retardation was hard on this one
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>5260238>>5260241>>5260242Taking these. Writing...Let's see if the passive kicks in.
>>5260238Jesus Christ. Truly the cruelty of the Changer of Ways knows no bounds.
>>5260246>spoilerI swear to God, if we hulk out into a fucking Man-Spider because we tried to plus ultra…
>>5260249Huntsman going GM? Epic
>>5260246>2That's a "no"
RNGesus really wanted to humiliate us before the fwb today. We're never fucking her again bois, it's over.
>>5260256And we left Dick abandoned for this, is this the parker luck everyone talks about?
>>5260260>we left Dick abandoned for thisNo wonder this shit felt karmic
i blame Tzeentch for this mess
Huntress is going to regret ever sleeping with us after this.
>>5260268The Architect of Fate is absolutely without mercy. Deadass just swooped in and plopped a big, fat, steaming hot turd in our cereal tonight.
>>5260268Maybe it's karma hitting us for not being with our family.
>1!Even with your fists raised and your attention purely focused on Matt, you never saw his next attack coming. A brief warning from your spider-sense was all you got, before you fell prey to a flurry of blows. The first punch knocked your head back as if you’d been shot. The next slammed into your gut and had you doubled over. The third, and last punch cracked against your jaw, and you were down on the ground before you knew it. You’ve never been dropped that fast in your entire life.The count had begun, and you struggled to drag yourself back to your feet, wheezing all the while. You reached down, for any scrap of strength left that you might call upon…and you found nothing. Nothing at all.Your arms buckled, and the world went dark. Your last remaining thought was the regret that you felt for letting your date see you like this. For disappointing your fans. For not giving Matt the fight that he deserved. For not staying with your brother and the rest of your family when they needed you. And then, you weren’t aware of anything at all.—---------When you came to, you had the vague sensation of something soft under your head. You opened your eyes…Correction: “Eye”One was swollen shut, you think. You looked up and saw Anastasia’s face hovering over you. It was then that you became vaguely aware of the fact that she was stroking your head while it rested on her lap.You were almost afraid to look at her, expecting to see disappointment and contempt. You’d displayed your weakness for everyone to see, and now, there was no denying the result of this fight. You had lost, fair and square. No tampering from the refs, and no dirty tricks. You had simply come up short this time.Surprisingly, Annie was neither disappointed, nor upset. She had a somewhat serene look on her face and she was…humming? Yes, humming. It was a tune that you didn’t recognize. Probably something from her home country.“Guess I must’ve looked pretty bad out there.” you weezed. Your cheek was practically throbbing with every word.The corners of her lips twitched ever so slightly, and she shook her head. “On the contrary. I thought you fought valiantly. Although, it wasn’t nearly as exhilarating as your first fight.” she said with a shrug.“Wait. You saw my first fight?”“I showed it to her.” said a familiar voice to the right of you.You turned, and saw Matt and Angela approaching you. From the looks of it, you were among the few people still left in the Crucible.“Actually, I showed it to her.” Angela pointed out. “Matt can’t see what’s on the screen.”“I wish I could’ve been there. It must have been quite the sight.” Anastasia said, letting out a dejected sigh.You had no proof, but you got the distinct impression that he was winking at you through that blindfold. Was Matt trying to be your wingman?(Cont.)
What will you say?>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”>"This really hasn't been my week...">”How much did we end up making from that fight?”>”How long was I out for?”>”Sombody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5260320>"Ouch... Sorry guys, my heart wasn't in it today.">”How long was I out for?”>”Somebody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
>>5260320>Look up at Matt>"Where did I go wrong?"
>>5260320>"Not my best showing, but no point making excuses…">"Good fight Matt. Absolutely slaughtered me out there.">"Speaking of. How long was I out for?">"I’ve got somewhere I need to be.">"…and sorry about your cash, Ana."
>>5260320>>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”>>"This really hasn't been my week...">>”How much did we end up making from that fight?”>>”How long was I out for?”
>>5260320>>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”+1>>5260333
>>5260320>"This really hasn't been my week...">”Somwbody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”>I would love to hang out more right now, but my family needs me.
>>5260320 will you say?>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”>”Sombody help me up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”
>>5260333+1Also adding >Matt, once I'm capable of actually opening my eye again I would like to talk with you. Right know I have a lot in my plate, but hopefully when i'm recovered I'll have some free timeHonestly I think we should talk more about what happened about the vampire attack in the Midnight Mission. I say we should look our friend Matt and see if the guilt isn't eating him from the inside out, and even say that we actually took his advice, surely that's going to light up his mood the whole week.
>>5260333+1
thanks QM again for making a great quest
>>5260320>”Good fight, Matt. I don’t suppose a ‘revenge revenge’ match is in the cards?”Now we really need to find a monk and learn the Way of the Spider
>>5260333Supporting.
I think we need to tie huntress down. She's obviously our perfect pair
>>5260333This.
>>5260333>>5260339>>5260368>>5260407>>5260474>>5260603>>5260698Writing...>>5260484And thanks for playing, anon!
>>5260238>>5260157M-M-MINIMUM SPIDER!
“Not my best showing, but no point in making excuses…” you sighed, letting your head fall to the side. “Good fight, Matt. Absolutely slaughtered me out there.”Matt’s nod probably wasn’t meant to be an insult, so you tried not to take it as one. “You should continue your training, find a fighting style that suits you best.” Matt advised. “But yeah, good fight. You were doing well until you left yourself open for that liver shot.”You groaned. Just remembering it was too painful to bear. “Speaking of, how long was I out for?”Angela shrugged. “A few hours, I think. In the meantime, we’ve been talking with your, uh, friend here.” she said, gesturing towards Ana.“But mostly, we have been sparring together.” Anastasia put in. “The blind one called ‘Matt’ is an excellent fighter! I can see why you lost to him.”Okay. That stung. You tried, and failed, to suppress a wince upon hearing her words.“Wait. Did you say I’ve been out for a few ‘hours’?” you asked Angela. She nodded.Oh, fuck! You’ve gotta get to the hospital.With great difficulty, you pushed yourself up and rose unsteadily to your feet. Anastasia didn’t help you at any point during that. She just watched you curiously.“I’ve got somewhere I need to be.” you declared, stumbling down the stone-carved benches. Angela put a hand out to catch you, just in case you fell, but you wouldn’t dare embarrass yourself any further in front of these people.“Oh, and…sorry about your cash, Ana.” you added.She just waved a hand and shrugged as if it were the most casual thing in the world. “It is not something that I would miss terribly. I have never found myself wanting.” she said easily.You gave her the faintest nod and limped out of the Crucible. You could feel their eyes on your back, and at that very moment, you wanted to crawl under a rock. You were embarrassed. Ashamed of your performance tonight. After all that hype, you couldn’t live up to the expectations of your fans, of the promoters, of your friends, of your family, and not even the ones that you set for yourself.You wouldn’t be feeling so terrible if you’d only managed to stretch the match out for a while longer! It all flashed by so quickly in your mind.By the time you were outside, you were back in full costume. You took a moment to reorient yourself, and pulled yourself into the air with a webline. For this trip, you stuck to the shadows. As amazing as your costume looked, you weren’t in the mood to be seen by anyone right now. You felt fragile. As if the slightest criticism could utterly shatter your confidence. It was the most vulnerable you’d felt since you were transformed into a Meta.(Cont.)
Various thoughts raced through your mind on the way to the hospital. You replayed the entire fight in your head, trying to figure out what you did wrong, and what you could’ve avoided if you had just been paying more attention to the right things, or moved in exactly the right way at exactly the right time.Matt was right. You needed more training. Your spider-sense might warn you about bullets and punches, but he had a much better sense for combat in general. He treated it as if it were something that you shouldn’t be ashamed of, but his pity somehow hurt more than his disappointment.You were an amateur that stepped into the ring with a pro, and you paid the price for it.—---------By the time you’d arrived at the hospital, you had already changed into your civvies. Apparently, you must’ve looked as bad as you felt, because the nurses and administrative staff asked whether you wanted to check yourself into the hospital, multiple times.After much arguing, they informed you that your family had indeed arrived hours ago, and was waiting in Richard’s room. You hobbled over as fast as you could manage, drawing concerned glances from the hospital staff as you did.A few minutes later, you were standing in front of a darkened room, where five people sat around an unconscious man in a hospital bed. Almost everyone else was unconscious too. Almost.Flint Marko’s head slowly turned in your direction, and he let his cell phone sink into his palm, before nudging your sister. Her head shot up, and she looked around the room. First, at Peter, who was sleeping at the foot of the hospital bed, holding his father’s hand. Then, her sleeping parents, who were leaning on each other for comfort and snoring loudly. And Lastly, her gaze slowly crawled towards you and drank in your form. Her expression darkened, and she opened her mouth to say something, but then she remembered where she was, got up quietly and moved to meet you outside.“What the hell, Ben!? Didn’t you get any of my calls?” she hissed in a hushed tone. “The doctors told me that you left before we got here-”She paused when she saw your face in the light. Her expression suddenly shifted into one of absolute horror.“What the fuck happened to you? You look like you got hit by a bus.” she said in a far more considerate tone.>”I got into a fight on the way here. No big deal.”>”How is he?”>”How’s Pete holding up?”>”I’m guessing Mom and Dad are pretty pissed with me too.”>”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5260890>Something I had to get done. Don't worry, I'm ok, and everything's good. However, I received a solid wake-up call.
>>5260888>888Nice trips. All in all this has NOT been Benny's week. Double critfail is a major kick in the balls, but there's nothing we can do about that now or then.>>5260890>”How is he?”>”How’s Pete holding up?”The only right choices here
>>5260890>>”How is he?”>>”How’s Pete holding up?”
We should spend some time training and practicing with our powers after this because we hardly had any kind of training with both our body and our powers.
>>5260890>”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”>”How is he?”>"How are Pete, mom and dad holding up?"
>>5260918+1
>>5260918This.>>5260915During the timeskip, definitely.
>>5260915Honestly? I think we need a dedicated martial arts teacher.The obvious choice here is Matt, but I don't know he he'd feel about training a career criminal.We could always ask Anastasia, but I get the feeling she's more qualified to teach tracking game than anything.Going back to Matt, we could ask him if he has any recommendations for teachers that are available in NYC.
>>5260964Yeah, I like the idea of asking Matt some martial arts teacher. Or even MK, maybe there could be some supernatural teacher, but I say this mostly because I wanna see if Benny can get some supernatural Powers from a spider god and shit
>>5261024I'm fairly certain Benny is the Spider-Totem of this timeline.IIRC Khonshu hinted at it while he he was seething.It might be worth talking to Moon Knight again just to figure out exactly where we fit in to the whole supernatural side of things.Who knows? Maybe Madame Web can show us the ropes.
>>5261044Khonshu only said that “The Great Weaver’s power is wasted on you, worm.”but I think it's a big leap in logic to assume that it's something supernatural when we have seen that others (at least one, Dr. Connors himself) has gotten some of the spider-venom as well.but we're still looking for supernatural voice snatchers
>>5261056The Great Weaver is the one that sound the web that connects every Spider Totem.I think it's safe to say Benny at least has the powers of a totem, but he may not be recognized as one, similar to Ezekiel Sims.
>>5260890>”I got into a fight on the way here. No big deal.”>”How is he?”>”How’s Pete holding up?”Personally, I believe Ben has many excuses
>>5261073well, yes. but Ben has no way of knowing that.It'd be metagaming to just show up at MK's house and ask if we are magic.That's why I gave a valid excuse to go to him and ask about magic things
>>5261100Fair enough my friend. That said, we don't even know in-character if Moon Knight is a good martial artist.Then there's all the shit we've heard about him that would make him out to be an unfit teacher.
>>5261076Support
…wasn’t Cindy essentially being groomed to be a Moon Knight herself? Would that have included combat training? Because the idea that she might have the most formal training out of everyone we know besides Matt makes me smile.Anastasia’s combat training, if she has any, is probably more about harnessing her instincts and the primal powers granted by the rites and elixirs passed dow through her family, so it might interest her if we wanted to come up with a unique spider combat style of our own by meditating on our spider sense or some similar shenanigans.
>>5261271>Sifu Cindy teaches us how to punch goodI dig it.
>>5261355Would also get us closer to our daughter wife
>>5260906>>5260918>>5260931>>5260897>>5260950>>5261076>>5261128>”No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”>”How is he?”>"How are Pete, Mom and Dad holding up?"Taking these. Writing...>>5260915>>5260964>>5260950You'll definitely have time for that later. I'll make sure of it.>>5261024>>5261044>>5261056>>5261073>>5261100>>5261120We'll get into that stuff later. I have a lot of plans for some interesting plot points regarding the totem shit.>>5261271>>5261355>>5261375Matt has only had one sparring session with her, and he can already tell that she's had far better training than you have. This applies for both hand-to-hand and weapons training. He believes that she'll become a lot more dangerous once she gets a bit taller and hits another growth spurt.
“No. No, you’re right.” you agreed, casting your gaze downward for a moment. “I’m sorry. I don’t…I don’t have any excuses.”She paused again, clearly taken aback by your words. That bold admission seemed to make her anger evaporate a little bit.Instead of waiting for her to respond, you peeked past her at Richard. “How is he?”She turned back to look at him and let out a sigh. “The doctors say that he’s stable now, but he took some serious punishment. Apparently, he was beaten half to death when a superhero carried him right through the front door.” she said, shaking her head in disbelief. “No one even knows what happened to him.”You would imagine that the only ones that knew for certain were you, your brother, and the Russian mob. You hoped that those Punisher chicks were as thorough as their namesake implied.“And Pete?” you said softly.“He literally cried himself to sleep about two hours ago.” she said, sounding heartbroken just remembering it. “Poor guy. He hasn’t seen his dad in forever, and when he finally does, he’s an absolute mess.”Your heart ached at the thought of your nephew bawling his eyes out. Rich was gonna have a hard time helping him get over this one.“What about mom and dad?”Victoria scoffed. “They just about drove each other crazy looking up coma statistics and shit on WebMD, like they knew more than the doctors. They’re afraid that he won’t wake up.” she said, barely able to hide the quiver in her voice as she spoke.You put an arm around her and pretended that you couldn’t hear her sniffling. You held her like that until she stopped shaking, and then snuck in a hug for good measure.Flint had his eyes shut, pretending to be asleep, when you knew full well that the guy didn’t really need to sleep anymore. He could more or less enter a state of inactivity, but it probably wasn’t the same as actually being able to turn your brain off.For several, long minutes, the two of you spoke in hushed whispers and observed your sleeping relatives. And that was when Vic said something that really surprised you.“Hey, Ben?”“Yeah?”“...Don’t come around for a while.”You turned to look at her, but she was pointedly avoiding looking at you.“Pete’s having a hard enough time worrying about his dad. I don’t want him getting stressed out about his uncle too.” she said, keeping her tone level.What will you say?>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”>”I heal fast, remember? Give me a day and a half and I’ll be good as new.”>”No offense, Vic, but shouldn’t Pete be the judge of that?”>”Look, I know you’re mad at me. So if you have something you want to say, I’m right here.”>”You can’t stop me from seeing my brother and nephew, Vic. I’m gonna need to check up on them every now and again.”>Write-in.
>>5261419Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.” tell Pete I love him and you too Vic.
>>5261419>…How long?Those snake eyes are taking us for a ride, man. I guess this is our version of canon Peter’s wake-up call when Uncle Ben got shot.
"The problem is you, trying to live two different lives"
>>5261419>"Fine. I get it. But I'm not leaving before I can talk to Richard and say goodbye to Pete."
>>5261419>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”Guess we're not the hero they need right now
>>5261439I'm Batman
>>5261419>"I understand, I can stop talking to Pete, mom and dad, but let me atleast give them a goodbye. I should be good in a few days">"But you are smart Vic, you should already know who dragged Rich in here. Whatever mess he got himself into, I need to help him with. I'm going to keep an eye on him, visit whenever any of you aren't around">"If anyything happens, call me."I refuse to believe she discovered we are a meta, but can't but two and two together on some hero saving Richard, her brother being missing and he being beaten up (even though we didn't get hurt during the rescue)
>>5261454She has her suspicions. But you've also gotta realize, you live in the superhero capital of the world. NYC is overpopulated with metas, so there's a very good chance that someone else saved him instead. Also, this wouldn't be the first time that Ben came home from a fight looking a little worse for wear. And this was before he became a meta, too.
>>5261419>>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”
>>5261419>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”>"But you are smart Vic, you should already know who dragged Rich in here. Whatever mess he got himself into, I need to help him with. I'm going to keep an eye on him, visit whenever any of you aren't around">"If anything happens, call me.">>5261454I think she knows full well what we are, in every way. Hell we basically told her ourselves after the vampire thing. The real question is do we tell her about the imposter? I think they're still out there, and might try to get back at us. Hospitals are busy places, lots of people coming, and going. I don't think now is the right time to tell her, but we should at least have Flint on security detail. And give him an extra cut of the loot for being a bro.
In for a Gwenny…Is this technically a gigastacy?
>>5261497
>>5261497>Is this technically a gigastacy?Technically yes.Also...THIS IS A BLUE BOARD YOU FUCKING COOMER.SPOILER IT AT THE VERY FUCKING LEAST.
>>5261508No nipples, janny can bite me
>>5261512Jannies lack the brain cells to figure out if something is actually lewd or not.Best we don't tempt our smooth-brained wardens.
>>5261512It is a....tasteful drawing.
>>5261419>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”Honestly, that fight was probably the best possible time for us to eat shit from bad dice. Just a game, after all. Now we need a trainer though.
>>5261419>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright
>>5261424>>5261439>>5261454>>5261481>>5261477>>5261864>>5261925>”Yeah...sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright.”Taking this. Writing...>>5261497Got DAMN! Excellent work, anon! Saving this for...scientific purposes, of course
You nodded, forgetting that she couldn’t see the gesture. “Yeah…sure thing. I’ll leave it to you to tell everyone that I’m doing alright. Call me if anything comes up.”She nodded in return. “Yeah…no problem.”Neither of you said much after that, but you did remember your sister saying that she’d give them your love. You stayed for a while longer, sent a quick text to Flint explaining that you wanted him to stay and watch over them for a while, and left the hospital.That night, you walked home. Not swinging or flinging yourself through the air. You walked, and let the silence of the early morning swallow your thoughts.—-------When you’d finally returned, you found that your next challenge was trying to get Cindy to stop fussing over you in sign language. You reassured her that you would eventually make a full recovery. Hell, you probably healed a couple of small bruises just on your way home.Absently, you found yourself slightly amused by this whole situation. One month ago to this day, you met Cindy Moon for the very first time. Time really does fly.That only improved your mood slightly. Just in these past few days, your brother was captured and beaten savagely by the Russian mob, you lost your prize fight with Matt, and you were now on the outs with your own sister. What’s worse, she told you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to see your brother and nephew. And in his current condition, you wouldn’t be able to move him and the rest of your family outside the city before the gang war started. Nothing was going your way tonight.Feeling the last dregs of your energy drain out of you, you wished Cindy a good night, and crawled into bed. In only a few hours, the planning phase for Silvermane’s job would begin in earnest.—--------When you next awoke, you dragged yourself out of bed, cleaned yourself up, and ate something soft, so as not to agitate cuts and swollen areas of your face. You put away your Huntsman costume, pulled out the one that Silvermane gave you, and put it on. It fit like a glove. You were surprised that they were able to so accurately guess your measurements using that weird 3D modeling software that Silvermane’s daughter made.When you slipped on the mask, the lenses changed suddenly. A look in the mirror confirmed that they were no longer pitch black, and instead resembled a reflective material. Like one-way glass.When you walked out into the living area to show off your new threads, you earned a whistle from Cat, a round of applause from Cindy, and a slight nod from Prowler. Flint wasn’t here, so you assumed that he was still at the hospital.That was fine. This was only the planning phase, after all. You could always fill him in later. Glass wasn’t here either, but he was more or less just hired muscle. You didn’t require his brain power like you did Prowler and Felicia’s.(Cont.)
Your attention returned to Cindy, who stood out amongst your group. She was still one of the only ones that didn’t have a costume.Actually, that wasn’t true. Flint still refused to wear one, and Glass found that anything he wore would get shredded by his ability, so he had a reasonable excuse.Should you bring her to this meeting? If so, she would need a costume of some sort. Even one that could be thrown together last minute. You were going to be out for a while, after all.What will you do?>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.>Let her stay home. You don’t want her anywhere near this operation.>Try to throw together a last minute costume for her using spare clothes and a domino mask.>Have her visit Moon Knight and see if he has any ideas for a costume that fits her role.>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5262000>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
>>5262000>Ask Cindy what she wants to do, but if she wants to come she better have some costume ideas already (jokingly)
>>5262000>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.Here’s an idea, we get Cindy on bodyguard duty. This both lets her be useful and keeps her away from a brutal gang war in which a fair amount of people will die, possibly including us, Prowler and Cat.
>>5262000>Ask Cindy what she wants to do, but mention being Vic's bodyguard as a favor to you
>>5262025>>5262028These. Giving her something to do should help her feel far less shut out or belittled. It's not even a shit excuse, we legit need our family members to be protected. Did we give her some way to communicate with us? She needs something to text us with ASAP.powder could have been saved
>>5262000>>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.
>>5262000>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.
>>5262025>>5262028+1This could be easier if we just introduce Cindy to our familyBut again, it's suspicious that the criminal son somehow has an asian adoptive daughter. And who knows, maybe they could call the police about this stuff and worsen everything from there
>>5262000>Ask Cindy what she wants to do
>>5262105I mean, Cindy doesn’t necessarily have to let Richard or our parents see her. She’s more than stealthy enough to hide herself, especially if Vic knows what’s up and helps her remain unnoticed.
Dead quest?
>>5262531Give it a few days at least.
>>5262531it's been like one day cobba
>>5262000>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.>>5262531Jeez anon, hasn't even been a full day yet.
>>5262025>>5262028>>5262104>>5262035>>5262105>>5262020>>5262022>>5262024>>5262090>>5262278>>5263003>Ask Cindy what she wants to do.>Ask Victoria to spend some time with Cindy while you do your business.>Suggest bodyguard dutyTaking these. Writing...>>5262035Maybe if her mental illness wasn't ignored. She had a really poor environment to grow up in, and Vander clearly had a favorite child. Plus, that whole deal with the explosive monkey proved her doubters right about everything in one fell swoop.Also, Cindy got a phone like last week. I believe I put her name in the "Contacts" pastebin.>>5262531>/qst/ anon has abandonment issuesMany such cases!>>5262847>>5263002>>5263003In reality, though, I got busy yesterday, and didn't want to push out a half-assed update. I can't make posts from my workplace because there's an IP range ban in place for some reason or another. I guess someone there has been aggressively shitposting. I think it'll work literally anywhere else.
>>5263049You're my world qm. What can I say?
>>5263058Oh, anon. You always know just what to say!
>>5263049Hey QM, what about setting up a teamspeak between your home computer and your work computer to shitpost aggresively from the comfort of your home IP range at your workplace location?
>>5263065Man, I haven't used teamspeak in ages. That's an idea to consider. I might be able to pop out an additional update or two once work eases up. Who knows!
For the first time, you realized that you’d never really bothered to explain the whole Silvermane thing to Cindy in detail. She’s technically a member of this team, but she remains woefully uninformed of the jobs that you’re taking.And so, you took her aside and explained everything. Silvermane, Slip, the upcoming gang war. Everything.As expected, she sat quietly and listened until the very end. When you were finished, she tapped a finger to her chin in a contemplative manner, before pulling out her phone.Your phone chirped, and you brought it out to check for a new message.“Capturing Slip will help to clear up the roads, right?” she said in her text message.You nodded. “Right. As he is now, he’s a danger to everyone else. He knocked out a good chunk of the city’s power grids, left dead cars in the middle of the road, and sucked the ambient heat and light of his surroundings.”She nodded and sent another text message.“What will Silvermane do when he has him?”“I think he just wants the suit.”“And what will he do once he has the suit? What will happen to the person inside?” she asked.If what he told you is accurate, he’ll probably either sell the suit, or use it against his competitors to cripple their defenses in their respective territories. As for the man inside…you’re not entirely sure. That wasn’t specified, but you doubted that they’d just let him walk away from this whole thing unscathed.Not wanting to lie to her, you told her the truth. Her expression was a serious one, but she gave you an appreciative half smile for your honesty.“I think you should ask Silvermane about it.” she advised. “So long as that suit exists, the war will never stop. People will fight and die over it, and innocent people will get caught in the crossfire.”You blinked at your phone, and then at her. Does she want you to destroy it? You couldn’t do that. This is your first real paying job, and your reputation depends on how well you do here. The Desperado’s future could be at stake.Cindy leaned back and crossed her legs in front of her, seemingly reading the answer in your body language.“Try asking.” she said through sign language. “Think about it.”You agreed, and then tried to steer the conversation back on topic.Cindy was fine with not going to the meeting, but she sounded slightly interested in meeting Silvermane’s daughter. You weren’t sure how much of a good idea that would be, but like Matt said, she could use some friends closer to her age.You slid the suggestion of acting as a bodyguard for Vic and your brother. She perked up at that.(Cont.)
Cindy was well aware of the situation with Richard and the Bratva. In this matter, you were both woefully uninformed about the fate of the Russian mob after the Punishers intervened. If you were lucky, they would have either been wiped out, or they might be too busy getting revenge against the vigilante pair to care about you and your family.If your recent stroke of bad luck was anything to go by, you found that last possibility highly unlikely. And then there was the Chameleon. The guy bothered you. The way that he was able to pull off such a spot on impersonation of your brother without tipping you off was nothing short of uncanny.You never figured out what he was after. He sent his buddies in to grab the shield, and left without it when your back was turned. Did he have another objective, or did you just make an enemy out of a Russian super spy? You didn’t like what either possibility implied.If S.H.I.E.L.D couldn’t catch him, then you probably wouldn’t be able to, even with Cindy and Callisto’s help. Not until he wanted to make his presence known. You would just have to prepare for that inevitable encounter.But…how do you prepare for a shapeshifter than can literally become almost anyone?—-----Fortunately, Cindy seemed receptive to the idea of protecting your family. She clearly had experience in combat and stealth, and they would be put to good use if she took the role of an unexpected sentry.Now, all that was left was convincing Vic to accept her help. How will you approach this?>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.>Just tell her that Cindy wants to spend more time with the rest of the family.>Give her the impression that Cindy desperately needed some girl time.>Don’t tell her at all. Cindy’s pretty good at sneaking around, and this way, you can avoid another freakout from your sister.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5263079>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.
>>5263079>Give her the impression that Cindy desperately needed some girl time.Tampons and shit
>>5263079>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cultApologies for the single-post ID, I’m >>5262847 posting from a bus.
>>5263079>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.>But it woild be good for her to spend some time with her new family as well.
>>5263079>>5263136Support
>>5263136+1
I enjoyed this qst while it lasted
>>5263896Life happens anon just give it some time
>>5263911You play spiderman on ps4 or 5?
>>5263896stop being a whiny bitch about every time the qm takes some time to update the qst
>>5263922make me?
>>5263912>>5263923Bruh chill it seriously ain’t that deep anon
>>5263079>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.> Tell the rest of the desperados about the chameleon and set up a system of code words. In the case of Flint, Glass, and yourself maybe also incorporate powers in the identification process
update never ever
>>5263080>>5263105>>5263117>>5263136>>5263180>>5263232>>5263542>>5263082>>5264082>Be honest. Cindy’s a Moon God-worshiping badass that was raised in a supernatural cult.>>5264099Buddy. Pal. I hate to break it to you but...Writing...>>5263896SameAnons out here acting like my dog when I leave the house
>1 hour since last postIT'S OVER
another qm flakes out
AIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE THE QUEST HAS BEEN ABANDONED
Briefly, you considered exaggerating some of the details surrounding Cindy’s intention to spend time with your sister, but then, you realized that it would be far easier to just tell the truth. She already knew that Cindy belonged to some creepy vampire cult that had a hand in assassinating her parents, as well as sending someone to break into her home.Compared to that, telling her the rest shouldn’t be any real stretch of the imagination.—----“So, wait. You’re telling me that little Korean girl is some sort of…trained warrior?” Vic asked over the phone.“Yup. I think her parents were grooming her to be some sort of leading figure in the cult. Like a combat priest.” you added.There was a pause on the other end of the line.“...A combat priest.”“What? I don’t know how Egyptian Moon God cults work.” you argued.She sighed. “No…that’s probably accurate. It just sounds stupid when you say it out loud.”“So you believe me?”“That your mute adopted daughter is a junior assassin? I admit that it’s a hard pill to swallow, but it’s also not the craziest thing that either of us have seen or heard.” she agreed. “And while I don’t doubt that she can defend herself, is it really okay for her to risk her life trying to defend us? Like, from a moral standpoint, I mean.”“Probably not.” you said with more than a little hesitation. “But then again, she’s a better fighter than me, and can get the jump on anyone that isn’t expecting to see a 5 foot tall bodyguard that can kick their ass.”“True…” Vic said, clearly not happy with the idea. “I still don’t like it, but I’ll at least watch her for you while you’re gone. Hopefully, I won’t need her services.”“It’s just a safety precaution. Be good to her, and let me know if something happens.”“Of course.” she replied. And after a brief pause, she followed up with “I love you.”“I know. I love you too.”Once she hung up, you gave Cindy directions on how to find the hospital and plugged them into her phone. She should be able to make it there on her own. From what you understand, she used to run away from her parents' home all the time.—----By the time that you and the others made it to Silvermane’s underground compound, Cindy sent you a text confirming that she’d arrived at the hospital. The reception got much worse when two armed guards escorted you down through a service elevator. Your escorts were already familiar with you and Felicia, but they had no idea who Prowler was. And that was made evident in the way that they glared at him and made threatening gestures. The brooding burglar barely blinked. He did, however, glower at them with an impressive ferocity. That got them to back off a bit.(Cont.)
When the elevator reached its destination, Silvermane was already there waiting for you with a satisfied smile on his face.“There he is! The man of the hour.” he announced, before letting his eyes scan the two that were flanking you. “And I see you brought friends.”“Nice place you’ve got here, Freddy.” Cat said, glancing around the room with a coquettish grin on her face. “Very rustic. Very minimalist.”“Ah, Felicia.” Silvermane said, not wasting any time in stepping past you to gently grab her hand and plant a kiss on the back of it. “It’s always a pleasure to see you in proper lighting.”Felicia’s grin widened a bit, and took on a more playful quality. “Careful, Freddy. Your little girl’s watching.” she said, nodding at Saya, who was looking over at your grip with some interest. “Now, I like an audience as much as the next girl, but just think of the children.”Silvermane chuckled and released her hand. “Of course, of course.” he said, before turning towards Prowler. “I remember you. You were with these two for the hand-off that night.”Prowler nodded. “Name’s Prowler. It’s nice to formally meet you, Silvermane.”You didn’t know what he would say, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to break out the formalities. Just goes to show that your business partner isn’t an idiot by any means.Silvermane stretched his hand out, and Prowler retracted his claws before grabbing it.“Any friend of Felicia and the Huntsman is a friend of mine.” he declared.“There are two more in our group, but they had some other business to attend to today.” you cut in. “Both are powerful metas.”“Excellent! Excellent!” Silvermane exclaimed, rubbing his hands together deviously. “That’s what I like to hear. We can talk about splitting payment at our next meeting. But for now, I’ve got something of a status update for ya. Walk with me.”You all stepped away from the elevator and trailed after Silvermane’s back as he walked past armed guards, technicians, well-dressed men that appeared to be examining detailed maps of the city.“We’ve managed to get a rough estimate of where Slip’s hiding. Max has been tracking the energy signatures that come off of that suit, and it’s made this whole process 100% easier.” Silvermane explained. “That’s the good news, at least.”“And the bad news?” you asked.Silvermane stopped walking and turned to face you. “We think the Kingpin is making a play for the suit.”The blood in your veins ran cold at the sound of his name. The god damned Kingpin is getting involved in this!?(Cont.)
Ooh, big update this time.
Felicia shifted nervously, but made a visible effort to keep her expression neutral. Prowler, on the other hand, couldn’t help but gape at the mafioso. At least, you think he was. The white eyes of his mask were opened so wide that they could almost be mistaken for dinner plates.“...How do you know?” you said, trying very hard to keep your voice from trembling.“Someone bought out Typhoid Mary’s contract. Everyone knows that she’s Kingpin’s favorite, right along with Bullseye.” Silvermane answered.Now there was a name that got the attention of almost everyone in the room. No one in their right mind would willingly go up against someone as cold-blooded as Bullseye. The guy could clear out a packed room with a ceramic cup full of ballpoint pens, and still have pens left for later.“Other names like ‘Deadhead’, ‘Foxhole’ and ‘Halfstep’ showed up. A lot of mercs and metas are making their way to our fair city. There’s gonna be chaos. Of that, I have no doubt.” he continued.“And it’ll all be centered around one guy.” Prowler grumbled.What will you say?>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”>”Is Mary really that scary? I can’t imagine why Kingpin wouldn’t buy the services of someone more powerful or deadly.”>”We’re probably gonna get some supers running back and forth to put out the fires when shit hits the fan. Are we planning for that too?”>"Are we sure that we can afford to make an enemy out of the Kingpin just for this suit?">"Looks like you might be getting your rematch, Silvio.">”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”>Pull him aside. “I actually wanted to talk to you about the whole ‘Huntsman’/’Spider-Man’ thing…”>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5264290>>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”
>>5264290>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”Maybe he’s being watched by Kingpin’s men?
>>5264290>"Looks like you might be getting your rematch, Silvio.">”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”
>>5264290>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”Last one only because Cindy asked us to.
>>5264295I’d like to add>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”since Cindy asked us to.
>>5264290>>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”>>”We’re probably gonna get some supers running back and forth to put out the fires when shit hits the fan. Are we planning for that too?”>>"Are we sure that we can afford to make an enemy out of the Kingpin just for this suit?">>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”It's especially prudent to know the powers of someone like Bullseye, whose level of deadliness varies wildly.
https://youtu.be/bIMVrX9CaVw
>>5264332+1
>>5264376Damn, Bullseye is such a badass. I hope my girlfriend doesn't meet him, she'd leave me for sure!
>>5264291>>5264295>>5264302>>5264306>>5264332>>5264336>>5264338>>5264378>”If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule? You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”>”Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know who we’re dealing with.”>”What do you plan on doing with the suit and the guy inside it when you get your hands on both?”Taking these. Writing...
“If we already have a rough idea of where he is, why don’t we try to spring a trap on him ahead of schedule?” you suggested. “You know, get the jump on him before anyone else can.”Silvermane shook his head slowly. “Several reasons. First: The containment field isn’t finished yet. Even if we get our hands on him, what’re we supposed to do with him?” he said. “Second: The moment we go after him, everyone else is gonna notice, and they’ll do the same. All hell will break loose, and I want to be prepared for that. And lastly, I don’t want us to be the first group to make their move. That leaves us vulnerable, and by then, every other group will know which cards we chose to play. I’d rather take advantage of another team’s weakness, rather than jumping right in and getting dogpiled.” he reasoned.“Take advantage of the chaos and confusion.” Felicia said, nodding her approval.“Got it in one, kitty cat.”“Can you give me a quick rundown on who some of these people are? I’d like to know what we’re dealing with.” you asked.“Out of the three new mercs that I listed, Deadhead’s the most troublesome to deal with. The guy just won’t die, no matter what you do to him. My men say that he’s some sort of zombie with an impenetrable metal helmet.” Silvermane explained. “He heals as fast as Wolverine, and he ain’t afraid to get his hands dirty. Foxhole is less annoying, but probably twice as deadly. She’s got sharp claws, and a black hole between her tits.”You and your companions all raised an eyebrow at almost exactly the same time.Silvermane shrugged. “Hey, don’t look at me. I’m just telling you what I’ve heard. Rumor has it that she can shove just about anything in there for later, which makes her wily and unpredictable.” he suggested. “And then there’s Halfstep. Honestly, there’s not a lot that we know about the guy other than the fact that he’s real short, and knows how to kill real good. If you run into him, you’ll have to let me know how it goes.”This mission is sounding less and less fun by the minute. It won’t be easy to fight off dozens of pro killers and experienced fighters all at the same time.There’s only one more question that you wanted to ask, but it was only because Cindy requested it.“What do you plan on doing with the suit, and the guy inside of it when you get your hands on both?” you asked.Everyone stopped talking all at once and looked at you curiously. Silvermane was the first to recover.“Oh, I’m thinking about taking him out for ice cream.” he said easily. When no one responded immediately, he rolled his eyes and threw his hands up into the air. “What do you think? I’m gonna get rid of him!” he declared. “The moment he steps foot into this room, he’s already seen too much. I can’t have him running his mouth, saying things he isn’t supposed to.”(Cont.)
You had a feeling that it’d be like that. Cindy probably wouldn’t be happy with that outcome. Slip was technically nothing more than a petty thief who had gotten unlucky enough to run into you.“And the suit?” you said.Silvermane smiled slightly and gestured around the room. “I’m sure you’ve noticed by now, but I’ve assembled a team of specialists to analyze that suit, and figure out how it works. If we can use it without those massive drawbacks, then we’d be able to control the flow of power within the city. Literally.” he said, flashing you a devious grin. “No one would dare stand up to me if I can just blackout their entire territory. I’d be the NEW Kingpin!”You and the others exchanged glances. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but he wasn’t exactly right, either. Controlling that suit would offer him a great deal of wealth and power, but to think that he could use it to rival THE Kingpin? That might be a bit of a stretch.But hey, it wasn’t your job to correct the man’s far fetched ambitions. You just had to grab the suit for him and collect your paycheck. Someone would stop him eventually, like they always did.At least, that’s what you told yourself.—-----You and SIlvermane talked a while longer before both of you decided that you were needed elsewhere. What will your team be doing during the planning phase?(Pick 3)>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Which ones?)>Looking up short side-gigs that you can pull off before the operation begins.>Paying Phin to work on something for you.>Designing a new suit, or suit feature with Felicia.>Recruiting another Morlock.>Assisting Max in building the containment field.>Earning more favors to cash in on.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5264779Socialize, pay phin to make a better glove to use ball bearings into micro bombs with our Kaine ability, and earn favors
>>5264779>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Web bombs)>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Earning more favors to cash in on.I’m thinking we build a fuckload of web bombs and hand them out to our allies. We’ll have to deal with a lot of other people vying for Slip, and slowing large groups of them down on demand will be invaluable. It could even be a lifesaver if one of them ends up in more trouble than they can handle. Other than that, we should get to know our Maggia colleagues better.I wonder if we can convince Silvermane to spare slip by bringing him to our side. The guy stole from Reed Richards, right? That kind of talent can’t be easy to come by. We could do a bit where Silvio acts like he’s about to kill Slip before we jump in at the last second and “convince” him not to, ending in Silvermane allowing Slip to live on the condition that he works for the Maggia. It frames us as something of a saviour in Slip’s eyes, allowing us to more easily influence him.
Just in case we have another incident, this will be my last update before tomorrow. Been stressing over work and other things over this past week, but it should get better after today. That being said, I'll be going on vacation on the 19th of this month, and coming back on the 22nd or 23rd, I think. I might be able to make updates while I'm away, but I can't make any promises. I'll try my best to do so, since I'm sure I'll have at least some downtime to write for an hour or two.
>>5264802OH no now my suicidal tendencies will be on high alert
>>5264779>>Earning more favors to cash in on.>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Looking up short side-gigs that you can pull off before the operation begins.
>>5264779>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Earning more favors to cash in on.>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Which ones?)Web bombs, electrified if possible.Socializing with the maggia is especially important if we're to fulfill the optional Cindy objective. Silvio's right on this, but I guess if it'll make our ward satisfied we can suffer the inconvenience of not murdering the guy.Question is what our angle's gonna be.
>>5264779>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Assisting Max in building the containment field.>Earning more favors to cash in on.Going all in on connections.
Hear me out guys, what if we take Slip under our wing?Silvermane might actually trust us once we deliver the suit, and if Slip protests we could just tell him that it's the only way he's gonna survive.Besides, all that, he'd make a perfect protégé for an experience thief like ourselves.Jury's still out on whether or not he'd be a member of the Desperados, but either way, I want to avoid killing him if possible.
>>5265008What skills does he have without the suit?
>>5265074Enough to steal the suit from the fantastic four.
>>5265082Well after seeing Richard's in the new movie a baby could do that
>>5264779>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Building gadgets with Prowler.Let's build something to more effectively utilize our mark of kaine. An anon above mentioned ball bearing micro-bombs, which isn't a bad idea. Just some mechanism to quickly mark and launch metal pellets.>Paying Phin to work on something for you.I am once again asking of get us some anti-surveillance tech. Or at least something to detect surveillance.
>>5264818Be well, anon. Again and again, I shall return.>>5264788>>5264797>>5264860>>5264877>>5264967>>5265481>Socializing and building better connections with the maggia.>Earning more favors to cash in on.These are the only two that are sure to get included in the next write-up.The third vote is caught between the metal ball bearings votes>>5264788>>5265481And the web bomb votes>>5264797>>5264877I'm gonna wait for more votes to roll in before I post the next update. I'll at least start writing for the winning votes.>>5264797>>5265008It's definitely possible, but you'll really have to play your cards right and choose your words carefully. If you actually manage to capture him, then I might make that little segment "write-in" only".
>>5265634I'm not changing my vote on this, we already got guns and might eventually learn to do web bullets that we could maybe Mark somehow. >write-in onlyHe's fucked.
I have a shitton of work one day and I miss an opportunity wo finally clarify the huntsman spider-man thing with silvermane>>5264779to resolve the tie I say web bombs for now, unelectrifiedmetal pelets are kinetic energy and electricity is... well electrical energy, neither helps with the energy absorption dude for nowhowever we can try to immobilize him
>>5265704I'm pretty sure we can already mark webs. It's just that bullets do better most of the time.
>>5265731It might be useful to be able to semi-automatically fire low-explosives if we practice somewhere out of earshot and get the skill down just right. Might even be able to build a skill to instinctively adjust the properties of the explosions, too. That'll be useful even for intimidation tactics and nonlethal takedowns, though the resulting burn marks might lose us some hero points.
>>5264779>>5264788>>5264797>>5264860>>5264877>>5264967>>5265481Guys, didn't we agree we'd work more with Tombstone to knock the Maggia off?? We purposefully sent Silvio to a rigged nest, he might suspect we double crossed him. Plus, I like our work more freelance, working with the Maggia is more of a long term contract deal the more you deal with them...>Paying Phin to work on something for you.>Earning more favors to cash in on.>Building gadgets with Prowler.(Which ones?Web bombs, a metric Frisk ton.Also, I'm not totally against the Slip thing, long as the autist anons don't get to the write ins first.
>>5265813It might cost us some rep with him if he finds out, but it doesn't really undo all the things we did for him including saving his life. Also, Felicia seems fond of him enough where we couldn't really bring it up with the rest of the Desperados, which we'd have to do in order to go ahead with it. Also we decided on no killing.In other words, that was then and this is now. Let them eat each other alive; we have a reputation to maintain.
>>5265826I feel that attitude is going to result in more enemies than we first entailed but alright, if you say so. It just feels like the moral fags invaded halfway through and erased our shadow-villain plan, now we're just kinda halfass-ing it through the story.
>>5265813But we went against Tombstone's plan, we did the strike first against both places, saving Silvio's life since it was a trap by the goblin.So no, we didn't agree to anything.
>>5265847Eh, we got locked into it the second we chose to spare Toomes. Which was, what, thread 1? I feel that we could be easily consistently "gray" if it wasn't for spikes of autism making Ben do dumb shit like choose the mass destruction option.
>>5265852Also I think we didn't answer a message from Tombstone about a job during the vampire hunts, and the update said that he hates being ignored. Since the we haven't received any new messages from him, so we might already be on his shitlist.There is a chance I'm wrong on this one though.
>>5265852Yeah but we only did that because Goblin said as much. Thus far we've been mostly reactive, I want us to start being active. This here maggia job I guess is a good start but we need to be our own boss later down the line. We're already setting the groundwork with the Morlocks, but we def need to secure ourselves a niche, which is looking to be super-villainy.
>>5265862I honestly don't even remember that part.
>>5265884Yeah, first thread, he sent a message about not liking being spurned, but it was after the Flint crit. The job offer during the vampire hunt was Silvermane's, and we took that one.There is also a loose ends list in thread two.
>>5265892Well if it was right after the Flint crit we have a good excuse in terms of characterization, and if Tombsy wants to be bitter about it too bad, we had bros and orphans to save and shit.Anything else that might come to bite us in the ass? I'm an insomniafag, this is hard for me to keep track of.
>>5265715>>5265813Web bombs it is! Writing...
During the next few days, you decided to try your hand at networking with the maggia. Felicia introduced you to some guys, who introduced you to some other guys, and so on and so forth.You were surprised to find that a couple of them were fairly decent company. And while you didn’t manage to hit it off with everyone, you found yourself memorizing the names of a few of the guys that were tasked with keeping watch over the eggheads.From what you’d gathered during your brief interactions, not everyone trusted you the same way that Silvermane did. There was a general air of unease about them whenever you walked by, like they were trying to figure out what you were thinking or what you were about to do. Maybe they just don’t trust anyone that walks around in a mask and tight spandex.However, there was one thing that you knew for sure. In some shape, way or form, these guys respected you. Word had spread about the weird spider guy that saved their boss, and they were clearly very grateful for that. It was a step in the right direction, but you’d have to prove your loyalty with your actions before more of them started opening up to you.—--When you weren’t out making friends with the maggia, you were back in your civvies, taking odd jobs for old acquaintances and new contacts. With your enhanced spider strength and seemingly endless stamina, the only thing that was getting a decent workout was your sense of patience. The jobs were monotonous at best most of the time, but you sort of appreciated being able to breathe freely without the mask getting in the way. How long has it been since you’ve spent this much time outside of the suit? You were almost tempted to blow your identity to Cat and Prowler, just to be able to tear the thing off and feel the wind on your face.Oh well. There was no point in entertaining the thought at this point in the game. Maybe sometime further in the future when you were absolutely certain that you could trust them completely. It didn’t take long for you to open up to Cindy…but that was different. She’s a special case.You were glad that you chose her and Flint to look after your folks. They’d send you updates daily. Rich had woken up recently, and he was talking again. Albeit, somewhat slurred and incomprehensible, but it was progress. You wished that you could be there with them.Your mind tended to wander often when the work was this easy. The hardest part was making it look like you were struggling with the heavy stuff. Now that was exhausting!Someday, you’d cash in all of these favors when you really needed them. Maybe then you would feel good about hamming it up for the sake of a few grumpy old men that looked like they could use a good laugh. They murmured something about young people not having enough spine, and you laughed right along with them. They’d remember that. And so would you. These people were far removed from maggia politics, and far easier to get along with.—----(Cont.)
When you got tired of socializing and doing odd jobs, you unwinded by crafting web bombs like crazy alongside the Prowler. Or at least, as much as your body could handle per day. Neither of you were able to recreate the effects artificially, so you were literally extracting web fluid from some sac or gland in your arms. It was kinda gross, and definitely bizarre, but it was effective enough. Each day, you kept going until the mere sight of your arms, riddled with holes, was enough to make you squeamish. You had more needles than a downtown junkie. You figured that it was a good thing that you weren’t seeing your family, because Vic would tear your head off if she thought you were doing drugs.That thought made you laugh, but it also made you feel very, very alone in all this. You quickly banished the thought and went back to crafting gadgets. Gotta keep your head in the game.>Received 30 Web Bombs!Somehow, spending quality time with the brooding burglar felt more relaxing and authentic than your networking efforts had been. He enjoyed talking shop and crafting gadgets, and you were starting to get a knack for it.—----By the time the next week had rolled around, you had the distinct feeling that something had changed in the city. There was a palpable tension in the air, so thick that you could taste it. It was the bracing before a particularly big sneeze. The smell of ozone before a massive storm.You weren’t exactly a poet, but you felt that these were both accurate illustrations. Point is, the people could feel the change happening too. Any New Yorker who could survive their first few alien invasions was more or less able to feel the city’s pulse, feel when something was wrong. And by now, they were painfully aware that something was seriously wrong.The tension was starting to get to you too. You needed a way to unwind and settle your nerves.What will you do?>Spend time with someone. (Who?)>Take the Desperados out drinking.>Check in with Cindy and Flint. You might also be able to see your family without any of them noticing.>Double down on your sign language studies.>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5266082>Go for a refreshing nighttime swingI smell a random encounter!
>>5266082>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.The box! The box!
>>5266082>>Spend time with someone. (Jess)The combined spider-aura is bound to attract trouble
>>5266082>Double down on your sign language studies.
>>5266082>>>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
>>5266082>Check in with Cindy and Flint. You might also be able to see your family without any of them noticing.>Double down on your sign language studies.>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.Gotta make sure the senpaitachi good. Because nothing is more important than family.
>>5266142 This would be a million times better if 4chan wasn't fucking stupid and replaced the words f a m with senpai and shit.
>>5266082See if Anna wants to go for a nighttime swing
>>5266082>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
>>5266082>>Go for a refreshing nighttime swing.
>>5266086>>5266097>>5266127>>5266142>>5266756>>5266835>>5266879Ask and you shall receive! I'm opening the box!>>5266142>>5266144I appreciated the pic, anon. One of my words got filtered a while back in the first or second thread, I think. I usually lurk, so I hadn't noticed it up until then.
Many ideas popped into your head when you thought of a way to relax, but you finally decided on just letting go of your social attachments for one night and going for a peaceful, refreshing nighttime swing. That ought to calm your nerves.—----As it turned out, this was just what the doctor ordered. Cool air rushed past your face and sent ripples throughout the fabric of your suit as you flung yourself through the air. There was also something very pleasing and calming about the way that artificial lights of the city reflected off of the lightly armored segments of your suit.Every now and again, you’d start hopping from rooftop to rooftop, exercising your right to practice your newfound parkour skills. Honestly, you wished that you could record yourself doing this and watch it later. It made you feel like an absolute badass.As you progressed further into the more heavily populated areas, you’d occasionally get people looking up to point and take pictures of the enigmatic “Spider-Man”. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were gonna get an interview out of you or anything.You were about to pick up the pace and swing onto another street, when a particular digital billboard caught your attention. It had a bright blue background, with big red letters on the front. And all it said was: “HEY, YOU!”Weird way to start an ad, but alright.You turned and started to swing away again, only for the billboard to flicker and power down. The next one nearest to you flickered in a similar fashion and began displaying a nearly identical message. It said: “YEAH, YOU!”The words became minimized, and right in the center of the screen, was a live video of you hanging off the side of a building.You stopped dead in your tracks and pointed to yourself in confusion. A filter appeared over the video, portraying your masked face over the body of a braying donkey.“NO, THE OTHER GUY IN THE GIMP SUIT! WHO ELSE?” the billboard wrote. That earned a laugh from the people below. They probably thought that you were putting on a show. And if you were, then you would’ve liked to be informed beforehand.“Alright, no need to be a dick about it.” you muttered, before realizing that the person controlling this billboard probably couldn’t hear you. You made an exaggerated shrug, as if to ask them what they wanted from you.“WANNA CHAT. INTERESTED?” it asked, before pointing a blinking arrow towards the left. You looked in that direction, and found a scattering of digital billboards showing similar arrows. It was almost like one of those time trial stages in the free-roaming rpgs that you played.You eyed the original billboard dubiously, and you noticed a thin red line extending from the arrows, connecting each and every hijacked billboard and stretching out in every which direction to form a…web.A multi-eyed smiley face appeared on the billboard and winked at you several times.(Cont.)
What will you do?>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.>Flip the bird at the billboard and go about your business. You came out here to relax, not to get roped into...whatever this was.>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5266978>>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
Just read it back. Wanted to say "You would've liked to have been informed beforehand."
>>5266978>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.This person might be a real screwball
>>5266982yeah, I got the meaning of that
>>5266977>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
>>5266978>>>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.Better pay close attention to that danger sense though
>>5266978>Follow the signs. You’re curious to see where this goes.
>>5266980>>5266984>>5266985>>5267001>>5267004>>5267019>>5267020Taking these. Writing...
You know what? Fuck it. Your curiosity was starting to get the better of you now. Might as well see where this goes. You were either the victim of an elaborate prank, or the focus of a very dedicated stalker.You gave the billboard a thumbs up, and a traffic signal icon appeared above the arrow. When the light went green, you pushed yourself off of the building and started swinging in the direction that the arrows were pointing in.To your surprise, the people on the streets below began cheering you on. You weren’t doing anything particularly special, but it would seem that they thought this was all part of some game. And it probably was, in a sense. You were paying close attention to your spider sense the entire time, but you couldn’t detect anything remotely resembling danger. In fact, you were kind of starting to…relax a little bit.The race was only one part of the game. Whoever was pulling the strings, was kind enough to include mini-games in between checkpoints. There were accuracy challenges where you were tasked with tagging glowing circles on the billboards with precise webshots. Sometimes they’d even ask you personality questions that sounded like they’d been ripped straight from a teen girl magazine. Whenever you wanted to answer one, you’d fire a webshot at one of the bubbles next to the question. Whenever you thought the questions were getting too personal, you pointedly ignored them. Even when they started to literally follow you throughout the city. The ones who were following the event jokingly jeered at you when you did that, but you reserved your right to your privacy.At one point when you began running alongside one of the billboards, you caught a glimpse of a digitally created silhouette running alongside you, mirroring your exact movements like a translucent shadow.The words “Go, Spidey, Go!” appeared on the screens, and you could hear some people down below chanting along with it. It was a strange feeling, but a good one.As you went deeper into the city, where there were far less billboards, the race became a bit more challenging. The arrows would appear on televisions inside of nearby shops, traffic lights, and even a few cell phones on certain occasions. When that would happen, the person holding them had to point you in the right direction. Some people recoiled when you approached them, and some kids outright cried and ran to receive protection from their parents. But others were surprisingly eager to help you. Whatever this was, everyone was having fun with it. Everyone wanted to know where you were going and what this was all leading up to. They were shouting your name and cheering you on. It was like a massive scavenger hunt.You’ve never had this much attention on you before. If you didn’t look so damn good in this suit, you might’ve even blushed a little.—------(Cont.)
After a few more minutes, you traced the last remaining arrow back to an alleyway somewhere close to Harlem. When you peeked down the alleyway, you saw a tangled mass of thick, black cables stuck to the brick walls and all connected to a single rectangular device. It was a cell phone, dangling precariously above ground. When you took a step closer, it began to ring. It had a cheesy ringtone that invoked hatred on an almost instinctual level.You glanced around cautiously, but felt no response from your spider sense. Very carefully, you crawled up the wall until you were at eye level with the mobile device. It was just out of reach, but that wasn’t a problem for you.You snagged it easily with a quick webline, and as soon as you pulled it free, several red lights started blinking amongst the mass of tangled wires. You flinched, preparing to pounce in case it was a bomb…but nothing happened.You stared at the phone, saw that it was from an “Unknown Caller” and answered the call.“Did you have fun?” asked a woman on the other end of the line, not even waiting for you to speak.What will you say?>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”>”Could’ve done with fewer questions about my horoscope.”>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”>”I know you did. You pretty much hijacked all of Times Square for an hour.”>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”>Write-in.Pastebins:Character Sheet:https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2
>>5267136Could’ve done with fewer questions about my horoscope.”>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”
>>5267136>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”>”So how’d I do? What’s my time?”
>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”
>>5267136>>5267145Support
>>5267136>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”>Try not to call her a glownigger.
Wonder if this could be Screwball or Madam Webb... If it IS, I'm leaning towards the former. Seemed more on the playful and attention hungry side of things.
>>5267136>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”>”I know you did. You pretty much hijacked all of Times Square for an hour.”>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”
I think we can call it now
>>5267136>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”>”I know you did. You pretty much hijacked all of Times Square for an hour.”>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”
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>>5267138>>5267145>>5267149>>5267153>>5267154>>5267245>>5267437>>5267466>>5267547>”Forget ‘fun’! Score me! How’d I do? What’s my time?”>”Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.”>”What’s this all about? You’ve got me out past curfew.”Taking these. Writing...
“Honestly? Yeah, that was actually kind of fun.” you admitted. If anything, it helped to take your mind off of all the gang war shit that you were about to get into. “But, forget that! Score me! How’d I do? What's my time?”“I clocked you at around 14 minutes. Not bad, but I think we can do better.” she said.“Okay, well, in my defense I really lost a lot of time on that phone challenge. People kept freaking out and throwing stuff at me!” you complained.“Not to mention that there were more than a few trolls out there pointing you in the wrong direction on purpose.” she added.“Damn, I knew it!” you exclaimed. “Who were they? I won’t freak out, I just want names. I bet it was that one chubby kid on 5th and main.”“We’re getting off track here, Spider.” the woman said, sounding mildly amused.You nodded. “Right. What’s this all about? You’ve got me out way past curfew.”“Well first off, I wanted the public to be able to relate to you more. Your PR methods are kinda subpar.” she said conversationally. “I also kinda hijacked Screwball’s stream to make a lot of that stuff happen. I tried asking nicely at first, but then she threw a hissy fit, so I gave all of her viewers a 30 minute timeout and took control of her account. I’ll probably give it back tomorrow.”“Uhhh, what?”What was she talking about? PR relations? Better yet, why was this phone getting so hot?“Most of that was to get people to warm up to you more. The questionnaire was meant to humanize you a bit, and the accuracy challenge was just a fun little side thing. But what you probably want to know is why we’re having this conversation.” she realized.“That would be nice.” you put in, trying to hide the frustration in your voice.“You see, I needed a way to keep you busy while I installed a few apps on your phone. Well…’phones’.”A chill ran down your spine, and it took nearly all your self control to keep from crushing the phone. So, why didn’t you? You knew this chick was bad news, but your spider-sense wasn’t going off at all, which was strange. Usually, a threat to your identity would tip you off immediately.“Do you see those blinking lights up there?” she asked, clearly talking about the ones coming from the tangled up mass of wires. “Those are cell phone jammers. They’re draining the battery on this phone as we speak. When it shuts off, it’ll be formatted and reset back to factory settings, so there won’t be much of a point in you holding onto-”She never got to finish. The call cut out, and the phone powered down. You stared at the blank screen for a minute, before crushing the device between your fingers. A few seconds later, your phone rang, and despite you not making a move to answer the incoming call, it got picked up anyway. A familiar voice was now speaking in your ear.
