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“Tell her that…her son is safe, but misses his mother.” you said. “And that her boyfriend got into a lot of trouble searching for her, but he won’t stop. It’s better to hide with her family since they are already putting themselves at risk by searching for her.”

Hill waited another moment to make sure that there wouldn’t be anything else to add, and then pulled her phone out to make a few notes on the nature of your request.

“Alright. I’ll look into it.” she promised. “I don’t suppose you have any leads on where she might be?”

You didn’t even need to answer. Even through your mask, Hill could somehow sense the blank expression on your face. By contrast, the look on her face was one of clear resignation, and slight disappointment.

“Right. I’ll see what I can do.” she said, before picking up her briefcase and making her way towards the door. “If I find anything, I’ll page you.”

You watched her go, remaining seated with the faint hope that a white monkey would come out with another latte, like last time. After several minutes, when it was becoming increasingly clear that such an event wasn’t going to repeat itself today, your expression underneath the mask became an exact mirror of your government accomplice.

—------

When you got home, you were delighted to have caught Cindy in between her tutoring session and the combat training she had scheduled with Matt. She was currently absorbed in some Youtube video on her phone that was helping to alleviate some of the physical and mental fatigue that her regular routine inflicted upon her.

If your brother’s words were anything to go by, Cindy was making good progress in her studies. He was confident that she’d be ready for Brooklyn Visions’ entrance exam in another few weeks or so. But just to be safe, he intended to make the mute moon warrior as over prepared as he reasonably could.

The two of you exchanged a few quick signs and friendly gestures before you decided to leave her to relax. Further inside the warehouse, you spotted Prowler and Flint sitting down at the workshop table. It sounded like they were discussing possible plans for the break-in.

Well, it was more like Flint was talking, and Prowler was giving half-hearted responses as he worked on the formula for the experimental energy source.

You cast a wary glance in Cindy’s direction, grateful that she had been wearing headphones this whole time. You would appreciate it if none of your crew let anything about your next job slip to the superhero in training.

And you told them as much when you strode into the room with a finger raised to your lips.

“Keep it down, guys! Cindy’s mute, not deaf!”

Flint made a placating gesture with his hands and nodded. “We were just trying to figure out where we’d get all the sand that the Rabbit lady wanted for the job.”

(Cont.)

What will you say?

>”From a beach. Duh.”
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
>”Let’s try to convince Lorina to import some into the city. She’s got enough money for it, but she doesn't seem interested in flaunting it in any meaningful way.”
>Write-in.

>>5412966
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
Some real GTA type shit. Besides, turning a beach into a crime scene is only gonna make us public enemies in the immediate area. Better we steal what nobody will miss.

>>5412966
>>”From a beach. Duh.”

>>5412966
>>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
Do we hit the time skip after this job?

>>5413011
If there's nothing else that you guys wanna do before then, yeah.

>>5412966
>"Problem's not where to get it but how to transport it unnoticed. I think getting one or two trucks that can transport a lot of sand would be a good investment."
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
>"Then we can just keep them in our motorpool, with the wheel thing."

>>5413012
Is cindy's entrance exam before or after the heist?

>>5412966
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
Wouldn’t Flint be a perfect contract worker for them? He can load, unload, and spread sand naturally, so he could try to land a job with one of those companies and get their delivery schedules. Maybe charge a premium in the meantime before he has to bail for the real job.

>>5413023
+1

>>5412966
From a beach, duh

>>5413012
I wanna go on that prison break. I also want to learn more sign language during the time skip

>>5413078
I want us to get closer to our daughter wife

>>5412966
>”From a beach. Duh.”
>It's where he got the first batch

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>>5413116

>>5412976
>>5413011
>>5413036
>>5413023
>>5413041
>"Problem's not where to get it but how to transport it unnoticed. I think getting one or two trucks that can transport a lot of sand would be a good investment."
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
>"Then we can just keep them in our motorpool, with the wheel thing."

Taking these. Writing...

>>5413025
After. They'll most likely be after the time skip.

>>5413078
You should still be able to go on the heist if the majority vote allows it.

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“Problem’s not where to get it, but how to transport it unnoticed.” you said. “I think getting one or two trucks that can transport a lot of sand all at once would be a good investment. We would just need to find a company that exports it and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”

“That’s what Cat and Rabbit are talking about right now.” Flint informed you. “As soon as they find a good target, they’ll get Prowler here to steal their info while they aren’t looking.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard mapping out their route once I get into their system.” Prowler said without looking up. “By then, it’s just a matter of stopping the trucks and making sure that we’ve got enough room to fit this guy in the back.”

Flint frowned at the clawed thumb that Prowler was pointing towards him. Prowler rolled his eyes.

“You’ll be absorbing whatever they’re carrying in those trucks, and there’s a good chance that we’ll need more than one if they’ve got a big load.” Prowler offered.

“And we’d have to get it all at once, or else we risk being found out on the next job.” Flint concluded. Both you and Prowler nodded.

“I can always just fly off with most of the sand and drop it off somewhere.” Flint added.

“That draws attention. Not a lot of people are gonna be able to ignore a giant dust cloud floating through the city.” you said.

Then it looks like you’ll have to pay for this part of the mission out of your own pocket. Or maybe…you could try and get White Rabbit to cover it. She is rich, and this is her operation.

Then again, you do have another option that you have yet to exploit. The Morlock tunnels should be pretty clear for the most part. If you could get Flint to absorb the sand and push it into the sewers, then you could use the tunnels to transport it to Lorina’s mansion, where you’ll store it until it's time to pull off the heist.

What will you do?

>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
>Split the cost evenly between the members of your team.
>Try to convince White Rabbit to pay for it.
>Avoid paying for the trucks entirely by having Flint transport the sand through the Morlock Tunnels.
>Build or buy something as prep for phase 1 of the plan.(Write-in.)
>Write-in.

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>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
If we really want to do this ourselves, honestly it wouldn't cost us more than 20k to smuggle all that sand close to the heist site, maybe even less.
What we could do is wrangle up a bunch fo homeless people and pay them to start shoveling sand into some trucks we'll rent for a few days. If they manage to fill the trucks to our satisfaction, they get payed. Per truck.
They will also be provided rented motel rooms and some Food Max food stuffs too to sweeten the deal.

>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

>>5413301
>>Avoid paying for the trucks entirely by having Flint transport the sand through the Morlock Tunnels.
We've yet to reap the benefits of our relation with the Morlocks, surely they won't mind a bit of sand

>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
Don't want any wet sand

>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
It's not like we couldn't use a few trucks in the future anyways.

>>5413301
>>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

>>5413301

>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

>>5413329
+1, I like this idea

>>5413301
>>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

>>5413329
not really a need to pay people as flint can instantly move a large quantity of sand from one place to another

Morlock Tunnels make for a good final means of transportation, so he doesn't have to go all the way through the moist environment.

Plus I think it's handy to have a lot of sand quickly on hand in general

>>5413329
>>5413357
>>5413397
>>5413491
>>5413494
>>5413630
>>5413907
>>5414009
>>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

Had a really busy day. Taking these, writing...

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Going by what you know from some of your smaller jobs, it roughly costs about 40k to buy a used dump truck. And you’ll probably need about two of them to carry all the sand. That’ll amount to somewhere around 80k, which you can easily cover yourself…but you’ll still need to send an invoice to Lorina after the job’s done.

You wouldn’t have needed to improvise like this if it hadn’t been for that whole bee fiasco. You still can’t believe that she thought it was a good idea to let that psycho loose in your city.

All things considered, though, it was her slip-up that led to you cutting that deal with Hill, so it wasn’t all bad.

>$80,000 have been removed from your savings

—---------------

Over the next few days, you and your fellow Desperados were hard at work, prepping for the heist. Prowler was sifting through the database of the company that was supposed to be delivering a large deposit of sand to a local beach in order to fight natural erosion. Black Cat was coordinating with White Rabbit and going over the bank’s blueprints, while you and Flint were going on nightly recon missions to get an idea of the bank’s inner workings and the rotations of their hired security.

All this thorough prep work might’ve seemed a little boring to an eager rookie, but it gave you a sort of strange sort of comfort knowing that you weren’t the only one taking this seriously. Even if the first phase of the heist sounded mind-numbingly easy to pull off, you didn’t want to risk getting found out by a potential passing hero.

And that was why you were the one keeping a lookout when the night of the sand-jacking came around. Your spider sense was a useful tool for when it came to predicting trouble, after all. Your team wanted you at their back because they trusted you to handle your part of the plan.

You watched your teammates work in awe, feeling like a spectator in a movie theater. Two dump trucks were driving alongside the highway, evenly spaced with only a few smaller cars between them. You sucked your teeth in frustration, but this wasn’t exactly outside of your planning capacity. You’d prepared for this.

The other cars were almost certainly civilians, and as such, were casualties waiting to happen. It would be up to you and White Rabbit to make sure that it wouldn’t come to that. Road accidents made the news, and you weren’t trying to end up on the Bugle’s front page for anything other than the usual speculation and bashing.

As it turns out, leaving a ton of undetonated web bombs out on the middle of the street didn’t make you very popular with the early morning commuters. Let’s just say that things got real sticky, and traffic came to a grinding halt for a few hours.

“We’re moving in.” said Cat, her voice cracking over your secure channel.

(Cont.)

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Your attention was suddenly drawn to a third dump truck that was quickly gaining on the target in the back. There were a few cars in between them, but you could already see the solution to that little problem climbing out of the back.

White Rabbit strawberry blonde hair was whipping wildly in the wind, slightly masking what you were sure was a fiendish grin. Without hesitation, she slung her pink umbrella over her shoulder and threw herself over the edge of the truck. And even though you knew what was about to happen, you couldn’t help but hold your breath.

Lorina’s body never slowed, and it never hit the ground. To the collective surprise, relief and possible horror of the other drivers on the road, White Rabbit was flying. Pressurized jets of flame were shooting out the bottom of her thigh high white boots, propelling her through the air with impressive speed. They were currently angled behind her and slightly downward, allowing her to both rise over and surpass the dump truck.

She must have practiced with these quite a bit, because she was somehow able to smoothly land on the hood of the moving vehicle that was directly behind the lead truck. Without delay, she whipped out her umbrella and held it as if it were a dangerous weapon pointed right at the driver.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you leapt from your vantage point to chase after your team. There wasn’t a lot for you to swing from in this environment, so you made do with nearby trees and road signs. Nevertheless, you ke[t your eyes trained on White Rabbit as she communicated threats through pantomime and overblown gestures.

The other drivers seemed to get the hint, because they were already moving onto the shoulder and out of the way of Cat’s truck. Seemingly satisfied with their cooperation, she leapt from the roof of the car and activated her rocket boots once more, allowing her to catch up with the rear vehicle. As she got closer, you could see Flint’s dull, colorless form rising up out of the back.

Despite the obvious setbacks that would come with spreading sand particles out into the wind, Flint didn’t seem to have much trouble pushing said sand into the large pile sitting in the back of the truck directly in front of them. For a moment, it just looked like he was pouring his body into the larger pile. But after a few seconds, you were pleasantly surprised to see the large sand construct pulling the raw granules back into his own body. It was like watching an hourglass pour sideways!

The other driver didn’t seem to realize what was going on, as he wasn’t making any effort to create distance between himself and the sand thief.

“The first truck’s been cleaned out.” Felicia reported.

“Got it. Deploying chute.” the Prowler barked out.

(Cont.)

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And not a second later, you saw the Prowler pop out his latest invention. A silver, curving reflective material extended from the back of his truck. At first, it looked a little like the foil that one would put inside of an umbrella, or over the windshield of a car to bounce solar rays off of its surface. That was what it looked like from your perspective.

From everyone else’s perspective, it probably looked like the truck in front of them had disappeared from the face of the earth. This was caused by a trick of the light, combined with a carefully crafted angle of observation and a little trick that he picked up from Sam. And the result was a cloaking material that only really worked from a very specific angle, and could make it seem as if the person behind it was entirely invisible. Or in this case, an entire truck.

Even from here, you could tell that the other drivers were clearly baffled by this sudden and shocking development. And they were even more surprised when the truck suddenly reappeared directly in front of them, their horn blaring!

Seeing as this was your signal to move in, you swooped down in a perfect arc to land directly between Prowler’s vehicle and the one that he’d very nearly smashed into.

The impact had clearly dented the hood, but your arms and legs took the rest of the damage without much trouble at all. You turned to give the driver a reassuring nod, which was immediately met with a scream as he and the other drivers behind him wasted no time in swerving out of the way, probably hoping to avoid any other unforeseen incidents.

Smart…and expected.

With those cars out of the way, Prowler’s truck was now directly in front of the second truck. This driver, however, seemed far more cautious than the other one. He was eyeing him suspiciously and reaching for his radio. But all he found was a mess of webbing blocking him from reaching the thing in any meaningful amount of time. By the time his head whipped around to gape at you, you were already webbing the wheel to prevent him from swerving.

He glanced back at his fellow driver, only to see another dump truck driving alongside the poor sap, a loaded umbrella sticking out the window and pointing right at his face.

The driver beside you opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t give him the pleasure of getting a word in. You weren’t in the mood for begging, pleading, or having to deal with a hostage calling for help. His mouth was webbed shut before he even knew it.

By now, Flint was riding beside the second truck, moving its contents into Prowler’s truck without much effort on his part. To your great relief, it didn’t take very long at all, and both trucks were already peeling out before any cops or capes could arrive to crash the scene.

Felicia and Lorina were cheering openly over the comms, and you were in the back of their truck, giving your best buddy an incredibly dusty high five. Even Prowler seemed to be in good spirits.

(Cont.)

What will you say/do?

>”Is it too early to celebrate? We should go get drinks at Rabbit's place, later.”
>”Okay, that has got to be the coolest way that anyone’s ever stolen a metric fuckton of sand!”
>”Sam’s gonna be so psyched that the cloaking chute worked! Maybe not so much for what we used it for, but he’ll understand.”
>"I'd like to see a Nazi bee pull that shit off!"
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
>Write-in.

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Costumes:
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>>5414836
>>”Is it too early to celebrate? We should go get drinks at Rabbit's place, later.”

>>5414836
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
We’ve been part of a lot of shitshows recently, haven’t we? Even if something were to immediately go wrong, this will still be the smoothest I can remember us ever being.

>>5414836
>”Sam’s gonna be so psyched that the cloaking chute worked! Maybe not so much for what we used it for, but he’ll understand.”
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"

>>5414895
Oh there it is.
Better delete my repeat post I guess.

>>5414836
>>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"

>>5414836
>”Okay, that has got to be the coolest way that anyone’s ever stolen a metric fuckton of sand!”
>”Sam’s gonna be so psyched that the cloaking chute worked! Maybe not so much for what we used it for, but he’ll understand.”
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"

>>5414894
>>5414895
>>5414895
>>5414954
>>5414995
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"

Taking these. Writing...

>>5414894
The team's just as surprised as you are. They made backup plans just in case someone else decided to crash the party for some reason or another.

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“Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!” you shouted in comms.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to steal something as virtually worthless as a big pile of sand.” Felicia laughed.

“Hey!” Flint said, a wounded look on his face. “I’m standing right here.”


“Oh, honey~. I said ‘virtually’, not ‘completely’.” she said in reply.

Flint looked like he wanted to argue a point, but Lorina quickly cut him off.

“That was so clean! We got the job done much faster than I thought we would!” she said, examining her pocket watch with a satisfied look on her face. “Now if we had our costumes, then this would’ve been absolutely perfect~.”

The Prowler audibly groaned. “I was hoping that you would have forgotten about that already.” he admitted.

“How could I forget? It’s literally one of the most important parts of this job.” White Rabbit argued. “I’m so close to convincing Sandy to shapeshift into a giant ‘Alice’!”

“No, you’re not.” Flint denied flatly.

You weren’t able to acquire enough colored sand to make Lorina’s designs pop, and even if you could, Flint wasn’t confident enough in his ability to rearrange his particles into specific patterns. What he was capable of, however, was changing his shape into anything that didn’t openly defy the laws of gravity. And so, Lorina didn’t miss her opportunity to ask him to shapeshift into a giant ‘Alice’. In fact, she took this opportunity almost every single day, quickly earning her a spot on Flint’s shitlist.

It was annoying, for sure, but you felt like it would be a simple thing for him to pull off. At this point, you felt like he was only refusing to piss her off.

As the two argued back and forth over comms, you were tempted to bury your head in the sand just to get some peace and quiet.

—-------

After dropping off your haul at the designated drop-point that White Rabbit had arranged earlier, you and the others made your way to her mansion for what you knew would be the unveiling of the costumes that she’s been hyping up. Lorina wasn’t terribly bothered by your offer to trade with Prowler, but the big grump kept trying to avoid putting on the hat that would complete the ensemble.

You and Cat were probably the only ones that appreciated Rabbit’s enthusiasm on the matter. There was nothing more exciting than receiving a fresh new costume for a new job. For some reason, you kept damaging them or destroying them entirely. You’d have to go get those fixed at some point.

Reaching into one of your belt’s pouches, you pulled out a folded paper that showed the final design of the “Decked Out” suit.

(Cont.)

What changes did you make to it?

>None. You liked White Rabbit’s design choices.
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
>You removed the card cape entirely. Capes only got in your way.
>You actually made the cape longer, reaching down to your ankles.
>You changed up the color scheme a bit.(Write-in.)
>You finally managed to convince White Rabbit to remove the “suits” that covered the fabric.
>Write-in.

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>>5415584
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
A compromise between form and function.

>>5415587
+1

>>5415584
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
Less trouble maneuvering and still keeps the cape to not displease the client.

>>5415584
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.

>>5415584
>>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.

>>5415584
>None. You liked White Rabbit’s design choices.

I was one of the dudes in like thread 3 that was like oh darn I need to catch up then got busy and never did.

Welp I finally did and can finally vote on shit and I gotta say Score, I'd read the shit out of this if it was a actual marvel comic

>None. You liked White Rabbit’s design choices.

Sorry seems like I double posted since I didn't see the first one. And it won't let me delete it. Will try again later but ignore my second one please

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>>5415584
>>You removed the card cape entirely. Capes only got in your way.

>>5416276
I feel your pain anon, same thing happened to me here.
>>5414945
Must be 4chan being weird again

>>5415587
+1

>>5415587
>>5415669
>>5415670
>>5415957
>>5415981
>>5416265
>>5416278
>>5416295
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5416276
>>5416291
All good, friends. I've noticed that this website freaks the fuck out sometimes.

>>5416265
Glad to have you with us, anon! I hope the thread getting deleted didn't make it hard for you to catch up. It fucked my formatting up, but not enough to make it unreadable.

And I appreciate the praise. If I could draw, then I would definitely try to make a comic of my own. Most Spider-Man fans feel alienated from the new stories because Marvel editorial seems to think that Peter is only interesting when he's getting the shit kicked out of him. It's becoming rare to see a Spider-Man comic that isn't filled with intense amounts of self-loathing and constant relationship drama.

>>5416563
Oh yeah for sure current Spiderman runs is just Pete suffering and it's awful.

As for the thread deletion was confusing a bit since it went from Neverland to talking to doctor strange and I was like "the fuck" until I found the deleted thread archive. And it was readable no worries

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Since Lorina seemed dead set on having you wear the cape, you managed to convince her to shorten it to a half cape that only reached down to around your elbows. It was lighter and more fluttery than what you were used to, but it shouldn’t impede your movement in any meaningful way.

Upon arriving at the mansion, you were all escorted to separate rooms where you would change into your new costumes. The heist wasn’t taking place for at least another two or three days, so White Rabbit wanted to know if she had to correct anything beforehand.

Unsurprisingly, the new suit fit like a glove. The material was far lighter and more gentle on the skin than your usual costume. This one didn’t have any armor plating, but there was protective padding built in just in case. It wouldn’t stop any bullets, but it would slow them down enough to prevent them from going too deep.

For a few minutes, you just ran your hands along the fabric of the cape and the soft material covering your arms. You’ve never worn anything this soft in your entire life!

When you turned to look into the mirror, you saw your usual curved lenses staring back at you. But only this time, you saw a black diamond shape running underneath the lens of the left eye, and a dark gray spade placed underneath the other. Similar shapes could be found in various other places. Hearts on your shoulder, a Jack on your back and an Ace on the underside of your half cape.

Feeling satisfied with your appearance, you exited the changing room and allowed the bunny butler to escort you to the planning room. And sure enough, the others were already in the room waiting for you.

As expected, Prowler was the one who ended up becoming the gothic version of the Mad Hatter. He wore a black and white tuxedo, with a slashing pattern running along across the suit jacket in place of the spider design. What you didn’t expect was for him to actually wear the top hat like Lorina asked him to.

Similar to the rest of the ensemble, it was black with a whit band running along the base, where two playing cards were carefully tucked away. You had a feeling that the only reason they had gotten him to wear it was because it was mostly black. And when it came to fashion, Prowler was of a very predictable sort.

Black Cat, who was currently snickering at him from behind his back, was wearing the version of her catsuit that was mostly gray, with splashes of turquoise running through it. She had thought that the purple and magenta suit was a bit too garish, and the tabby cat version a bit too plain. Ultimately, she went for the darker suit, knowing that it would at least have some stealth applications if she ever decided to wear it after this job. After all, you were welcome to keep your suits once the job was done.

(Cont.)

>>5416563
Imagine a Spider-Man ongoing where he's actually in a stable point in his life and transitions to his mentor role properly.
A man can dream...

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Lastly, your eyes settled on Flint, who wasn’t wearing a costume at all. He was incapable of doing so, and everyone knew it. But that didn’t stop Lorina from shooting annoyed looks in his direction every now and again.

Eventually, Flint groaned and rolled his eyes so hard that you thought they would go into the back of his head. Without warning, Flint’s shape suddenly shifted. He became significantly slimmer, and impossibly slender for a man his size. An excess of sand dropped to his feet, and he shrunk in height as well as weight. Everyone at the table gaped at him, and White Rabbit covered her mouth in shock.

Flint Marko, your best buddy, was now a colorless sculpture of a young, pre-teen Alice Liddell!

“There! Are ya happy now!?” Flint bellowed, his voice just as gravelly as it normally was.

Lorina looked like she just might cry, jump for joy, or something equally as overblown and unnecessary. She was clapping her hands together and excitedly bouncing on her toes like a kid at Christmas.

“OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH! I knew you could do it!” she happily exclaimed. “I knew it, I knew it!”

Flint just shook his head in defeat and let out a long, suffering sigh. “Let’s just get this over with…”

White Rabbit pulled out her pocket watch and nodded. “Right. Here are the plans that me and Cat drew up.” she said, snapping her gloved fingers to summon her servants.

Two bunny butlers hurried into the room and rolled several sheets of paper onto the table. One was a map of the city, another was a blueprint detailing the bank’s layout, and a list of security cameras that you and Flint noticed on your nightly escapades.

“Alright gang, it all comes down to this!” Lorina began. “With everything we know, we can approach this in several different ways. Sandy here has at least three potential roles. He can either burst through the front door and prevent anyone from leaving while Pow Pow jams their communications,” she said, earning her a glare from Prowler. “Or, he can slip into the HVAC vents and pull the money out over a long period of time. It’d be slower, but the chances of us getting caught would be a bit more slim.”

“Prowler’s job is to disable their security, right?” you asked.

White Rabbit and Black Cat nodded. “That’s where he’ll be the most useful.” Lorina said. “Cat’s our premiere safecracker, and probably the only one among us willing to go undercover in case we want to take a stealthier approach.”

You honestly couldn’t imagine Cat being incapable of drawing the eye of every man or woman in the room, but you didn’t doubt that she could handle herself decently well in such a situation.

“And what about me?” you said.

(Cont.

Lorina gave you a devious grin. “You’ve probably got the most flexibility out of any of us. You’re strong, so can be our backup safecracker. And if you don’t want to do that, then we could have you sneak around and plant Prowler’s devices all throughout the bank.” she said, listing things off on her fingers. “And we already know that you’d make a good lookout. So honestly, the choice is yours.”

How do you think the team should operate?

(Let me know if you are confused about the purpose of a role.)

>Huntsman(Lookout/Safecracker/Infiltrator/Muscle/Hostage Management)
>Sandman(Safecracker/Looter/Muscle/Hostage Management)
>Black Cat(Safecracker/Infiltrator/Muscle)
>Prowler(Infiltrator/Hacker/Lookout)
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management/Muscle/Distraction)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

https://youtu.be/h0JvF9vpqx8

>>5416658
>Huntsman(Infiltrator)
>Sandman(Looter)
>Black Cat(Safecracker)
>Prowler(Lookout)
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management)

>>5416663
Wouldn't molecules of sand be better as a safe breaker? Sorta like using water to blow a safe.

>>5416658
>Huntsman (Infiltrator)
>Sandman (Muscle)
>Black Cat (Safecracker)
>Prowler (Hacker)
>White Rabbit (Distraction)
>>5416664
Felicia can crack it like the pro she is. Benny can also just rip the door off or snatch the safe itself.

>>5416663
I meant to vote for Prowler to be a hacker.

>>5415582
>"Decked Out" suit
SPIDER SOLITAIRE SUIT WHEN NIGGA

>>5416649
>Hearts on your shoulder
And not on our sleeves?

>>5416663
+1

>>5416671
+1

>>5416663
>>5416671
>>5416687
>>5416776
>>5416835
>Huntsman(Infiltrator)
>Black Cat(Safecracker)
>Prowler (Hacker)

So far, these are the votes that have the most support.

The only roles we have left to decide are:

>Sandman(Looter/Muscle/Hostage Management)
>White Rabbit (Hostage Management/Muscle/Distraction)

For Sandman, we have:
1 vote for Looter, and another for Muscle

For White Rabbit, we have:
1 vote for Hostage Management, and another for Distraction

Let me know if any of you plan on changing your votes, or if you want to wait for more to come in. If anyone's confused as to the purpose of a role, feel free to ask.

>>5416771
Damn. That's so clever that I have no choice but to make it canon and incorporate it into the suit's design. I have been bested this day.

>>5416659
White Rabbit's next goal is to have Prowler host a tea party after the heist is done. After her success with Flint, she's confident that she can somehow pressure him into it.

>>5417336
I’ll break the tie by backing
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management)
>Sandman(Looter)

>>5417336
>>5417378
>Huntsman(Infiltrator)
>Black Cat(Safecracker)
>Prowler (Hacker)
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management)
>Sandman(Looter)

Much appreciated. Writing...

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After considering your options for a few minutes, you ultimately decided that your talents would be better served creeping around the bank and installing the Prowler’s hacking devices for him. Also, you’d be the first to know if any of the hostages or security guards got any funny ideas. In that case, it would be up to White Rabbit to make sure that none of them stepped out of line.

And while Cat takes her sweet time cracking that safe open, Flint would coordinate with Prowler and Lorina’s men to sweep out as much cash as he could through the HVAC vents. That way, you’d have less trips back and forth.

With all that decided, you went over the blueprints a few more times, rehearsed your plans and made absolutely certain that everyone understood their roles. It helped to reassure you, more than anything. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you were feeling nervous about this upcoming gig. You’ve never even considered grand larceny as an option for someone like you. Not until you got your powers, at least.

A single wrong move here could spell doom for you and the Desperados. This city was woefully overpopulated with superheroes of all kinds and caliber, and it was tough for an up and coming crook to make a living for himself in a place like this.

You all knew the risks involved. But for some reason, the anxiety you felt wasn’t inspired by any sort of fear. In fact, you were starting to feel a little bit giddy.

—-------

7:00 A.M.

The following day, you and the rest of your team woke up bright and early to grab the dump trucks full of sand, while Lorina’s people drove straight to the bank to prepare for the job.

It was then that Lorina sprung a little surprise on you. Without telling you, she had bought another vehicle. One that just might make your job a lot easier if you played your cards right.

—--------

11:00 A.M.

An hour before noon, an unscheduled armored vehicle arrived at Sterling National Bank, baffling everyone on duty that day. Cautiously, they asked the driver for the proper paperwork listing the shipment, and any identification that she might be carrying on her person.

The driver gave them an easygoing smile that bordered on sultry. She was seduction personified, with a bust that threatened to pop the buttons of her black shirt and stunning white hair tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes were obscured by dark lenses, but the security guards could swear that they noticed a glint of mischief in the brief glimpse that they got of them.

Despite her unusual features, everything seemed to be in order. The shipment had just popped up in the system, and the men on duty made frequent and audible complaints about the state of their database and the sloppy attitude of the Federal Reserve. The pretty driver joined in on their banter as well. And the men were so caught up in their conversation, that they weren’t at all prepared for the tidal wave of sand that greeted them upon sliding open the truck’s back door.

(Cont.)

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Everyone within a 10 foot radius was either knocked off their feet or thrown back as the sand blasted outwards to slam into anyone caught unaware. Those that were further away didn’t fare much better, as they quickly found themselves ensnared in some sort of…sticky trap.

Unable to reach their guns, the few that had remained conscious attempted to scream, or at least report the incident via radio. However, with their mouths, hands and legs firmly trapped in place, they discovered that such a task was proving to be near impossible. And for those that hadn’t been subdued yet, they were disheartened to find out that their radio transmissions were being jammed.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, there were armed men filing out of the armored truck, somehow untouched by the torrent of sand that had been packed inside! They wore black and red suits, and bunny masks to hide their identities.

Right before the rabbit robbers dragged the subdued guards further inside the bank, they caught a glimpse of a humanoid figure crawling into the upper levels of the bank from a nearby window.

—------

11:10 A.M.

At precisely 11:10 A.M, the security cameras at Sterling National captured a rather unusual sight before going dark.

A blonde woman wearing a blue suit, bunny ears and a white corset strutted through the front doors, carrying nothing but a frilly umbrella and a steel folding chair. Without a word, she walked into the middle of the room, unfolded her chair, and sat down patiently. This, of course, attracted many stares from the surrounding customers and tellers.

At some point, one of the tellers worked up the courage to call her over. The woman waved her off with a cheery smile. Feeling put off, the teller got up, closed her line and approached the woman to get a better idea of what she wanted.

Once more, the woman waved her off, and then proceeded to roll up her sleeve to check her watch. Her…many watches.

The teller gawked at the sheer amount of timepieces lining the strange woman’s arm. All of them were ticking down at different times, like one would see at a train station. Mechanically, the strange woman turned off several alarms, before rolling her sleeve back up and patiently placing her umbrella back in her lap.

By now, the security guards were forced to get involved, as the woman was refusing to cooperate with anyone at all. But as they drew closer, several of the woman’s alarms went off all at once, prompting the guards to reach for their weapons in alarm.

Slowly and deliberately, the strange woman rolled her sleeves back up, and deactivated her alarms all at once. When she was done, she looked up at everyone around her, and smiled.

(Cont.)

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The teller opened her mouth to speak, but she was quickly distracted by a sudden outburst of noise coming from outside. The situation was so tense that it drew everyone’s attention almost immediately. And it was because of this that no one noticed the strange woman, still seated, opening up her umbrella, and raising it over her head.

Mere moments later, the sprinkler system kicked on, and the camera was unable to see anything at all.

—-------

11:15 A.M.

As you crawled along the side of the building, you caught glimpses of Cat in her disguise as she strode past Lorina’s goons. She had a sizable, black bag slung over her shoulder, and you assumed that it had to contain her safe-cracking gear.

These past few minutes, you’ve been doing nothing but crawling in and out of vents, windows and other access points to plant Prowler’s devices around the building. The security offices were the hardest to get into, as they required you to distract, or disable the guards beforehand.

So far, the heist was going pretty smoothly. You hadn’t managed to steal a dime yet, but you were certain that Flint and Cat had to be making their way down to the vault by now.

According to the silent alarm going off on your arm, Prowler had already set off the sprinklers, delivering White Rabbit’s hallucinogenic serum to everyone within the main floor. You didn’t know how it worked exactly, but it sounded like scary stuff. So long as they were under its effects, the hostages wouldn’t be any good to anybody.

The only thing that you were worried about was the definite possibility that someone witnessed your little stunt with the armored vehicle and ran to get help. They wouldn’t be able to make any calls so long as they were within the range of Prowler’s jammer, but its range wasn’t infinite, and they could always just shout for help.

In the worst case scenario, you could always have the rest of Flint’s sand supply dropped off in front of the bank, where he would reform into a giant British girl and tear the vault door out from its hinges.

And it looked like you just might have to do that. All around you, the other employees were beginning to realize that something was very wrong. All at once, their phone signals had dropped, and they were unable to get in contact with their colleagues on the lower levels.

A frenzied panic was starting to set in, as they rushed to get to the stairs and private elevators.

How will you handle this?

>Ignore them and keep planting devices. Rabbit and her men can handle a few more civilians.
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
>Have Flint take a break from looting the safe so he can deal with these guys.
>Pretend that you're a passing hero that's come to rescue them. That should at least get them to shut up for a minute or two.
>Write-in.

>>5417764
>>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.

>>5417764
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.

>>5417764
Do we have access to a PA system, or can we shout loud enough to cover everyone? If so,
>Announce to everyone that they’ll be much safer if they stay inside. There’s a hostage situation going on right now.
Hostage situations 101 for banks - use the silent alarms and follow directions from the captors. They aren’t supposed to be the heroes and die, that’s for others.

>>5417887
I'd say that you have access to the PA system, yes.

>>5417887
Support

>>5417764
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
we shouldn't use the PA yet we still have the element of surprise.

>>5417764
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.

>>5417768
>>5417818
>>5418211
>>5418350
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.

Taking these. Writing...

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You were already moving before they had gotten halfway across the room. Using the knowledge you’d acquired from your recon missions, you quickly located any and all exits on this floor and began barricading them with your webs.

The fleeing employees came to a grinding halt upon seeing their escape routes cut off, and you saw them glancing around the room to get a look at their aggressor. From the chatter you were picking up, you figured out that they had assumed the building had caught fire. Somehow, they were being notified of the little sprinkler malfunction that your team caused a few minutes ago, and were now panicking because they thought they were being trapped inside.

You felt a bit bad for them, but that didn’t stop you from tossing a couple of web bombs at their feet when they weren’t looking. Having them crowd around each other for safety made it all the more easier. There were, of course, a few stragglers that were trying to hide from you, but they weren’t very successful. Those guys either got glued to their desks or strung up by their ankles.

You tried to avoid being seen for the most part, but your webs were a dead giveaway. Even if they ended up dissolving, rumors would spread, and you’d find yourself on the front page of another slanderous newspaper article. Although, you probably deserved whatever they were going to say about you this time.

—----

With that crisis averted, you were more or less free to plant the rest of Prowler's devices without having to worry about getting caught. Maybe now you could actually communicate with the rest of your team without having to worry about jamming your own signal.

“How’s it looking out there, Prowler?” you asked, perched atop a railing and gazing down at the floor below.

“Good so far. I can see everything that’s going on inside.” he quickly replied. “That includes your new friends down there.”

You spared a glance for the civilians that were currently struggling in your web. “They got spooked by the fire alarm. Had to do something before they stormed the main floor.” you said. “Who knows what Rabbit’s men would’ve done if they had run into them.”

“Well, she’s handling herself decently well.” Prowler begrudgingly admitted. “Actually, she’s more or less just messing with them, but none of them are lucid enough to make a distress call or put up a fight.”

“Yikes. Remind me not to let any of that stuff get on my suit.” you said, a shiver running down your spine. “How’re things on Cat and Flint’s end?”

“Cat’s working on the safe now. It should be open in another few minutes.” he reported.

“Let’s hope that we can finish within Rabbit’s timeframe. She’ll have a shit-fit if we’re even a minute late.”

“Forget that. She’ll blow a gasket if Flint doesn’t follow her dress code.”

“How’s he doing, by the way?” you asked.

(Cont.)

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“It’s slow going, but he’s sending the cash up through the vents, and into the armored car that we drove here. By the time Cat breaks into that vault, he should have that truck at least more than half full.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” you cheered.

“Hold up. Something’s wrong…”

“What’s up?”

“Shit! Someone called the cops!” he cursed.

“How’d they manage that!?”

“Dunno. They must’ve seen something suspicious while they were driving by the bank.” Prowler assumed. “The jammer’s range doesn’t cover the whole city.”

“I’d rather have cops on my ass instead of a team of capes.”

“Oh, yeah? I choose neither!” Prowler spat back.

“How long do we have?”

“Roughly three and a half minutes. Maybe more, depending on traffic.” he said.

What will you do?

>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
>”Pull Flint off of vault duty and have him bulk up on sand. He could cause a major traffic jam in his giant state.”
>”Change of plan. Me and Flint are tearing that vault door off ourselves! We’re running out of time.”
>”Can you scramble their communications, or something? Throw the jammer back up, or move it around the city?”
>”Tell Rabbit that we might need that ‘backup plan’ of hers…”(Deploy the Rab-bots)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5418900
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
Everything is still going fine, so no need to panic

>>5418900
Tell Rabbit that we might need that ‘backup plan’ of hers…”(Deploy the Rab-bots)

>>5418900
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
We got this. Nothing a little bit of superhuman acrobatics and judicious usage of webbing can't solve.
Let's just hope we can start our exit plan before any capes take notice.

>>5418900
So much for the element of surprise.
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
If we still have web bombs, we can easily cause a traffic jam. Just need to be sure our getaway isn’t impacted by it. If it is, we’ll work something else out.

>>5418900
>>”Tell Rabbit that we might need that ‘backup plan’ of hers…”(Deploy the Rab-bots)

>>5418903
>>5418913
>>5418921
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”

Taking these. Writing...

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“I’ll slow them down.” you declared. “You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”

“Don’t do anything too stupid.”

You gave him a hearty chuckle in reply. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

—-------

About a minute later, you were swinging through the city, using explosive boosts to propel yourself forward. It didn’t take long to track down the cops, as their sirens were blaring all the way down the street from where they were driving.

There was no doubt about it now. These guys were headed straight for the bank, and it wouldn’t be long before they called in backup. Hopefully not the superpowered kind.

What will you do to slow them down?

>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.
>Web up their windshields and glue their hands to the steering wheel.
>Blow up their tires with your explosive Mark.
>Taunt them into chasing after you instead. You can be pretty annoying when you want to be.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5419078
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall

>>5419078
Well, I don’t want to use up the last web bombs in case a super comes in.
Can we merge options two and three? Use our web shot to sling the Mark onto the tires from a distance. If not then I’d prefer option 2. If anyone is going to slip by, just pull down a lamp post or something to jam up traffic and slow them down.

>>5419078
>Taunt them into chasing after you instead. You can be pretty annoying when you want to be.
>Web them up, but try to avoid car crashes

>>5419078
Blow up their tires with your explosive Mark.

Can't we shoot our mark of Kaine?

>>5419080
>support

>>5419078
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.
Safety first. The other options all have a frankly unacceptable risk of fatalities.
Last thing we need is a dead cop on our hands. Fucking NYPD will NEVER forget that.

>>5419078
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.

Guess after this we should have prowler put on a different costume and use webbombs in a public space so we can be seen fighting the pretender that tried to frame us for bankrobbery

>>5419078
>>Blow up their tires with your explosive Mark.

>>5419078
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.
We can always make more web bombs, no problem. Dead cops will carry weight

what am i doing in the wrong thead, lol
I knew this would happen sooner or later

hope I can delete before too many people see it
witness and laugh at me

>>5419650
which quest is that? I might bother to read one day

Everyone point and laugh

>>5419652
Isekai'd in inaquedate inclination it seems.
Makes sense he would vote here, the fashion in that quest vote was also the most active one.

>>5419078
>>5419080
>>5419083
Switching to back this.

Sorry for the delay, but I won't be able to post an update today. My day got a lot busier than I expected. I'll count up the votes and have any update ready by tomorrow morning.

>>5419201
It's range is limited if you aren't marking a projectile that you're throwing with your hands.

>>5419650
Don't worry QM-anon, I've had the fear that I'll randomly post a massive update in a thread from an entirely different board for a while now. At the very least, I wasn't awake to see your post.

Welp, we're currently tied between this option:

>>5419080
>>5419214
>>5419849
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall

And this option:

>>5419230
>>5419308
>>5419561
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.

I'd say that we could flip a coin for the result, but using up the rest of your web bombs is a big commitment in the middle of a mission. Let me know if you need a question answered, or if you want to switch your votes around. I hate to leave it on a tie after yesterday's delay, but I've still got more than enough time to squeeze out an update or two.

>>5420295
I'll change my vote to support
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall
Since it's similar to what I wanted
>>5419085

>>5419561
>>5420295

Support

>>5420295
>>5420352
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall

Taking these. Writing...

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In an act of daring, you swung down closer to the street, and flew right over the flashing lights on the roofs of their cars. In the middle of your swing, however, you flipped over until you were upside down, released your webline and used both arms to take aim at their tailpipes.

Without missing a beat, you fired a series of web projectiles at the back of the police cars, clogging up their tailpipes and creating an airtight seal. Admittedly, it took you more than a couple of passes to get all of them. The cops inside the cars were giving you puzzled and agitated looks, but at least they weren’t shooting at you.

Once the deed was done, you were left wondering whether this trick of yours would actually work. You actually pulled a prank similar to this one back in high school. Even if you were using a potato instead of webbing back then, the principle is still the same.

Suddenly, after a minute had almost passed, you noticed their cars slowing down significantly as their engines sputtered. The cops tried their very best to pull off and park closer to the sidewalk, but seeing as how you were living in New York, there were no parking spaces to be had. This little inconvenience created something of a traffic jam in the middle of the road, where the surrounding citizens were firing complaints at the helpless law enforcers.

“Thank God! I didn’t stash any potatoes in my utility belt, and I thought I’d have to run and grab some real quick.” you explained to a nearby hotdog vendor, who seemed very confused by your presence here.

To your great relief, no one was injured or killed during this little stunt. You were just glad that your brain was more developed when it came to cooking up ways to cause mischief. If only there was a Nobel Prize for that, you could finally show up your brother at the next family dinner.

“Hands in the air!” shouted one of the cops as he exited his vehicle and leveled his pistol at you.

This shock brought you out of your reverie, and forced you to realize that this was the most public attention you’d ever drawn to yourself during the daytime. You generally tended to keep a lower profile.

What will you do?

>Web them to their cars and leave them for someone else to deal with.
>”You can’t park there, sir! There’s a fire hydrant right there! I have half a mind to tow your vehicle right here and now.”
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor. You’re a little out of your weight class here.”
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"
>Swing away without another word. The less time you spend antagonizing the NYPD, the better.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5420706
>”You can’t park there, sir! There’s a fire hydrant right there! I have half a mind to tow your vehicle right here and now.”
>Web up their guns and radios. That should buy some more time.

>>5420706
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor.“
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"
Are we carrying cash? No need the gyp the cart owner if we can pay.

>>5420706
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor. You’re a little out of your weight class here.”
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"

>>5420723
>>5420738
support

>>5420723
>support

>>5420723
+1

>>5420723
>>5420752
>>5420825
>>5420840
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor.“
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"

Taking these. Writing...

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"Trust me. I'm doing you guys a favor." you said. "How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"

You reached into one of your belt pouches and pulled out a small money clip, before tossing it onto the hotdog vendor’s stand. He flinched as the metal clip smacked onto the cart, as if it were a bomb or something equally as dangerous.

“That should about cover it.” you said, not reacting to the wild looks that he and the cops were giving you.

The vendor nodded reluctantly at first, but then became much more enthusiastic when his brian had finally caught up to recent events. He quickly began preparing the hotdogs, and you nodded approvingly, backing away from him just in case the cops got a little trigger happy. You’re not about to be responsible for any casualties today, directly or indirectly.

Their guns still trained on you, the police barked another order at you to lay down on the ground. They were giving each other bewildered looks, and you privately congratulated yourself for keeping them off balance this entire time.

“Tell me what you guys think of those dogs, later.” you said, giving them a salute. “I’d have one myself, but certain foods don't agree with me when I’m hanging upside down half the time.”

You patted your stomach and gave the hotdog cart another longing look, before firing a webline at a nearby street lamp and pulling yourself into the air.

You could hear the shouts of the people behind and below you. Feel their bullets whizzing past your head, confident that none of them would hit you while you were moving this fast. And after only a few seconds, you were completely out of their range, and headed back towards the bank.

—--------

By the time you made it back, you were delighted to learn that Cat had cracked the safe open, and Flint was now devoting all of his energy to transporting the money out of the vault. You could already see the dump truck that Prowler was using to carry the bulk of Flint’s sand supply.

“Hey Prowler, I’ve taken care of things on my end.” you reported.

“Good. Because we’ve got bigger problems now.” he replied.

You groaned. “What now?”

“A supe is on his way now. Eye-witness reports say that he’s riding a ‘surfboard’ or something.”

A surfboard? Like…that Silver Surfer guy? Why the fuck would he be coming down from Jupiter to stop a bank robbery?

Or maybe it was just Rocket Racer coming to crash your party. If that were the case, you would have to set him straight.

Was there anyone else that rode around on a flying surfboard that you were forgetting about? Didn’t Screwball use one too?

(Cont.)

What will you say?

>”Let’s pull out. We’ve got enough cash already, and we shouldn’t risk a fight that we don’t need to take.”
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”
>”Whoever they are, I’m sure we can take them. With this much sand, there’s no way that Flint can lose a straight up fight with a random super.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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>>5420968
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”

>>5420968
>Let’s pull out. We’ve got enough cash already, and we shouldn’t risk a fight that we don’t need to take.”


It has to be silver surfer. All I've seen is he is GOD tier.

>>5420983
His IS God tier, which is exactly why he wouldn't be coming down just to break up a fucking bank robbery.
Besides, if it was him, the eye-witness reports would most likely say so explicitly.
He kinda sticks out.

>>5420984
Well I guess we could bring him a hotdog?

>>5420985
Ya know that might just throw him off guard and pique his curiosity enough to where he'd actually accept the offer.

>>5420986
let's do it
>>5420968

>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.” And offer him the super duper special hotdog combo

>>5420968
>>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”

>>5420968
>>5420988
>+1
Since we just handed over all our cash, it seems like we’ll need to dip into the heist funds.

Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to deduct it from the pot when it comes time to split the haul.

Also, we shouldn’t think Flint is invincible. Heat and water don’t do good things to him.

>>5420968
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”

>>5420968
>>”Whoever they are, I’m sure we can take them. With this much sand, there’s no way that Flint can lose a straight up fight with a random super.”

>>5420988
+1

>>5420968
>>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault, but get ready to bounce at any moment.”

>>5420980
>>5420988
>>5421054
>>5421091
>>5420990
>>5421080
>>5421297
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”

I'll include the hotdog in the list of options for when you confront this mysterious figure. Writing...

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“Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you.” you offered. “You keep working on the vault while I’m gone.”

“Sending the details now.” Prowler said, and you felt your phone buzzing a second later. “You’d better watch your ass out there.”

“Funny. Everyone else seems to do that for me.” you joked. “Ana says that I’ve got one of the best asses she’s ever seen! That’s high praise coming from her.”

“I’m hanging up now.” Prowler grumbled, before ending the call.

—-------

As you swung towards the area that Prowler designated in his message, you kept your eyes peeled for anything unusual. Fortunately, searching the skies was a whole lot easier than the alternative, because it didn’t take long for you to spot your unwanted guest.

To your great surprise and relief, it didn’t look anything like the Silver Surfer. Quite the opposite, really.

The man was in fact, completely clad in black and red body armor, with a mask that completely obscured his face. But his appearance was something of an afterthought as you focused your attention on his choice of transportation.

It wasn’t a surfboard like everyone else had assumed. It was far too short, and you were pretty sure that you could see wheels on the bottom. Is that a…rocket propelled skateboard?

Huh. So it is. This guy and Rocket Racer have a lot in common. Maybe they know each other or something.

Regardless of how ridiculous he looks, this guy was undoubtedly heading towards the bank that your team was currently robbing. You were getting pretty annoyed at having to swing back and forth just to cover their asses, but you supposed that it was better than getting arrested and losing all of your money.

Fortunately, the skateboard guy didn’t seem to notice you yet. You had the upper hand here.

How will you approach him?

>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Kick him off his skateboard when he least expects it.
>Spook him with your Hidden Guns and chase him around until your team is finished with their job.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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>>5421364
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.
This guy gives me an edgelord vigilante vibe, but that's no reason to be rude.

>>5421364
>>Spook him with your Hidden Guns and chase him around until your team is finished with their job.

>>5421374
Ok, just checked and it's Night Thrasher, and he really is an edgelord vigilante.

>>5421364
>>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Ask if he's a friend of Rocket Racer
>Stall him with words and pretend you're also a hero who tries to gather information
>Signal to the team that he likely won't be an issue

>>5421364
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.

>>5421383
Support

>>5421383
+1

>>5421364
>Kick him off his skateboard when he least expects it.

>>5421374
>support

>>5421364
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.

>>5421374
>>5421383
>>5421450
>>5421504
>>5421535
>>5421774
>>5421878
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Ask if he's a friend of Rocket Racer
>Stall him with words and pretend you're also a hero who tries to gather information
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.

Taking these. Writing...

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You weren’t entirely sure how to approach this one, so you decided to try and be friendly. It was good fortune that you found another hotdog stand on the way over. Whoever this guy was, he couldn’t hate a guy that offered him a free hotdog. That’s like, a cardinal sin for a New Yorker, or something.

And who knows? He might not even be a superhero.

—-

Right as the masked skateboarder was rounding the corner of a particularly high skyscraper, you swung around to meet him. His head whipped around to stare at you, and you thought you could see him reaching for something in his utility belt.

But he suddenly paused when he saw the hot, steaming frank dangling before his eyes. He stared at it, and then back at you.

“Hotdog?” you offered, stretching an arm out towards him as you clung to the building.

The man stood perfectly still, hovering on his board, and not making a single move to accept your gift.

“What? Not a fan of mustard? Should I have asked for relish too?” you asked, inspecting the hotdog for any imperfections.

Still, the man in black just stood there, watching you carefully.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Are you a, uh…friend of ‘Rocket Racer’, by any chance?”

“Never heard of him.” the man said in an electronically processed voice. His tone was cautious, with a clear undertone of impatience.

You cocked your head to the side. “Really? Are you sure? You guys have almost the same exact gimmick.” you said. “He’s even got a skateboard like yours.”

The man let out a derisive snort. “I highly doubt that.”

Well that’s one plan out of the window.

“If that was all,” the man said, tuning to fly around you. “You can keep the hotdog. I don’t make a habit of accepting food from strangers.”

“Wait!” you called out, running along the building to keep up with him, holding onto the hotdog all the while. “But, I’m not a stranger! I’m a superhero, just like you!”

The skateboarder slowed down slightly, but not enough for you to break pace.

“Yeah? Good for you.” he said dryly, not even bothering to look back.

Dammit! This guy really didn’t seem too interested in staying to chat. You would have to grab his attention in a different way.

>”Are you on any hero teams? If you are, then I’d like to join up!”
>”You’re headed to the bank to stop that robbery, right? I’m about to take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
>”I was wondering if you needed any backup. Maybe a partner for a special team-up?”
>”I need your help! There’s a bomb somewhere in this city, and I need to find it before it goes off!”
>”I really like your board! What sort of modifications have you made to it?”
>Write-in.

>>5421919
>Well, you tried the nice way. Web his board to make him fall and get ready to fight.

>>5421919
>You’re headed to the bank to stop that robbery, right? I’m about to take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

>>5421919
>Mention we’re part of a crew staking out the bank robbers to get more information on where they’re taking the cash and who they’re working with.
>Say we were sent over to intercept him so he doesn’t charge in and get hostages killed. He can join if he plays ball for a bit.
>Radio our “hero” crew for a status update on the robbery, confirm the “villains” haven’t killed any hostages still, mention we picked up the hero, and ask if they know where our next “lookout” position is.
A mixture of continuing to pretend we’re a hero, an implicit warning not to charge in or he’ll have to deal with us, delaying his arrival by getting him to join a stakeout, and keying the crew in to set up an ambush wherever our “stakeout spot” is.

>>5421919
>>5421962 +1

>>5421926
+1
what did everyone actually expect

>>5421919
>wedgy the edgy

>>5421926
+1

>>5421926
>>5422629
>>5422654
>Well, you tried the nice way. Web his board to make him fall and get ready to fight.

Taking these. Writing...

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With a sigh, you dropped the hotdog and fired a webline at the back of his board. You tried being civil about this, but if he wasn’t going to give you the courtesy of stopping to talk to you for a minute, then you weren’t going to refrain from kicking his ass.

To your great surprise, though, the man in black didn’t fall off his board when you tried to yank it out from under him. Normally, the sudden jolt and lack of inertia would’ve thrown him off. Instead, he lurched forward violently, and whirled around to snarl at you.

He looked from you to the webline, and you felt as if the skateboarder was making snap judgments based on your sudden act of betrayal. While he was doing that, you inspected his board closely, wondering why it was that he hadn’t fallen off. And that’s when he hit you.

His boots were magnetized. Because of course they were...

In one swift movement, the man knelt down, popped a blade out of his gauntlet and swiped at your webline. But instead of it getting stuck, the weapon sliced right through the thick strand, allowing him to escape your clutches.

That came as another shock to you. There weren’t a lot of weapons that were sharp enough to manage that.

The masked vigilante didn’t waste any time in trying to create distance between the two of you. He seemed to have made his mind up about you, so you pushed off of the building and leapt after him.

Suddenly, your spider sense screamed in the back of your mind, giving you advance warning of a danger that you were unable to see.

Trusting your gut, you flung your arms back, webbed the building behind you and yanked yourself backwards just in time. And it was a good thing that you did, because the vigilante twisted around on his board in a rather impressive maneuver and lifted it up to expose the propulsion mechanism underneath.

At first, you assumed that he might be trying to slow himself down. But that notion was quashed as soon as you saw a bright flash emanating from the bottom of his board, followed by a deafening explosion, and a thick cloud of smoke that filled the air around you. He had been trying to bait you into exposing yourself to an attack.

Aerial combat was so much trickier when your opponent had free range of movement like this. It gave you nasty flashbacks to the time when the Vultures ruled the skies.

You felt another spider sense flareup, and you quickly yanked your arm away just in time to avoid a throwing star flying out of nowhere. This projectile was immediately followed by a hail of bullets puncturing the thick smokescreen to come find you.

By this point, you were flipping end over end along the sheer, vertical surface of the building you had been clinging to. This sneak attack hadn’t gone nearly as smoothly as you thought it would.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Stay in the smokescreen and lean into your senses. You don’t need your eyes to fight this clown.
>Pay attention to where the projectiles are coming from, and toss out your web bombs to see if you can catch him with a few of them.
>Use a few Explosive Marks to clear away the smoke so that you can regain visibility.
>Use this smokescreen to sneak away and head back towards the bank. You might have to pull out a little earlier than you would’ve liked.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5422873
>Stay in the smokescreen and lean into your senses. You don’t need your eyes to fight this clown.

>>5422873
>>Use a few Explosive Marks to clear away the smoke so that you can regain visibility.

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A couple of Wonderland-inspired supermercenaries. Colours and other Desperadoes to follow.

>>5422873
>Pay attention to where the projectiles are coming from, and toss out your web bombs to see if you can catch him with a few of them.

>>5422873
>Use this smokescreen to sneak away and head back towards the bank. You might have to pull out a little earlier than you would’ve liked.

>>5422892
Nice! Can't wait to see more!

I still need to get that commission of the whole crew at some point.

>>5422873
>Stay in the smokescreen and lean into your senses. You don’t need your eyes to fight this clown.
the spider is on with me, I am one with the spider.

>>5422878
>>5423463
Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>5423474

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5423474

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5423463
SPIDER POWERS, GO!

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>5423474

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>>5423476
>>5423481
>>5423490
Taking these. Writing...

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>80

For a brief moment, you were tempted to give into your base instinct to flee from the area. To flee from the dark and dive back into the welcoming light of day. But before you could make any sudden movements, you remembered that you didn’t quite need to use your eyes to perceive danger and keep track of your opponents.

Unlike your eyes and ears, your spider sense has never once failed you. On the contrary, the times when you’ve been hit were when your body or brain were unable to respond in a timely manner to the advance warnings.

It was always present in your mind, in some shape, way or form, but its vibrations were usually far too weak for you to pay any real attention to. The sights, sounds and sensations of day-to-day life were much more distracting, and usually required most of your attention. But not this time.

This time, they only served to muddle your thoughts and senses. You didn’t need them.

Against every survival instinct that you were born with, you closed your eyes and opened yourself up to your other senses. Acrid smoke filled your nostrils, and the sound of the vigilante’s rocket board echoed throughout your ears.

You listened closely, attempting to put a picture to the lurking danger that you vaguely sensed from beyond the fog. It was proving rather difficult, as vague threats were almost always formless in your mind’s eye. You were incapable of sharpening it beyond a “bad feeling”. Like a creeping dread that sent shivers down your spine. But instead of it just your spine, it was sort of like…your whole entire body? No, it was more like “your entire being”. It was a hard feeling to describe.

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another round of gunfire cutting through the smoke. You avoided them easily, pushing off the building and springing towards the source of the attack. Miraculously, you knew exactly where you should move your arms, and when you should close your fingers around your target: Your opponent’s left wrist.

Your opponent thrashed violently, surprised by your speed and strength. He had stopped firing from the gun in his gauntlet, and was now attempting to plunge his other fist into your gut. You quickly intercepted this blow, however, grabbing his fist and pushing back against it. In any other situation, you would’ve had the upper hand. But in this case, you were at his mercy when it came to aerial maneuvering.

It was because of this that he was able to lean back away from you, tuck in his legs, and release his board. The rocket propelled device shot up like a missile as its engines flared, giving you barely more than half a second to avoid being clipped on the chin. The damn thing might have fractured your skull if you had been any slower!

(Cont.)

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You fell back, having let go of the vigilante’s hands a split second before the board came up, and you were now watching its shadowy silhouette fly through the smokescreen, independent of its rider. This took a while to register in your mind as “unusual”, and you soon found yourself looking for the man in question. After a few seconds, you spotted him.

He was descending quickly, not panicking in the slightest as his board flew back down to catch him. You silently cursed yourself for not being quick enough to catch it before he did.

You attempted to make up for this by snagging him with a webline instead. He seemed surprised yet again by your ability to land a shot in such limited visibility, but it didn’t seem to slow him down much.

You yanked on the webline, shrinking the distance between you and your target by a considerable margin, and wound your fist back for a punch.

Then, you heard a snap, and your arm was suddenly caught by a hard, metal rod of some sort. It took you a moment to realize that your attack had been neatly parried, but it was a second that cost you far more than you were willing to give.

A dizzying flurry of blows slammed into your head, chest, stomach and shoulder, but you at least managed to protect your throat with the one remaining arm. You could barely see them coming. The armored gauntlets bit into your flesh with each impact, and you instinctively broke off the engagement before any further damage could be done. The suit’s light padding wasn’t enough to protect you from savage strikes such as those. Your spider sense was telling you that this man’s fists were far too deadly for someone of your skill level to contend with. It gave you an even stronger sense of foreboding than when you were mixing it up with Matt, and that was really saying something. Superhuman strength, speed and durability were the only things keeping you in this fight, and it just burned you up inside to admit that to yourself.

By now, the smoke was beginning to clear, and you were once again able to see with a decent amount of accuracy. The masked rider was flying out into the open sky, creating yet more distance between the two of you. He knew that he held an advantage over you here.

What will you do?

>Toss out your web bombs and try to bog him down with webbing.
>Reel him in with another webline and hit him with an explosive punch!
>Try to blind him with a Garlic Pepper Pellet, and wail on him while his guard's down!
>Try to damage that board with a few well placed shots from your Hidden Guns.
>Slap a Spider Tracer on him and flee the scene.
>Taunt him and try to bait him towards more favorable terrain.(Write-in)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5423615
>>Try to damage that board with a few well placed shots from your Hidden Guns.

>>5423615
How does
>Web his feet to his board
sound on top of other things? He can cut the webbing, but cutting his feet free means cutting into the board unless he’s incredibly precise. Or if he has something built into his feet. Should stop him from doing any fancy tricks with the board.
In general,
>Reel him in with another webline and hit him with an explosive punch!
Or reel us in with a webline, either way. We can garlic him if we crack the helmet.

>>5423615
>Try to damage that board with a few well placed shots from your Hidden Guns.
>Reel him in with another webline and hit him with an explosive punch!

>>5423615
>Reel him in with another webline, then slap an explosive mark on his skate-rocket-board-thing
Nobody is allowed to have toys besides US.

>>5423615
Slap a Spider Tracer on him and flee the scene.

Also inform the crew. We have bigger things to worry about.

>>5423615
>>5423630
>>5423674
Switching to back this. If he loses the board, he can’t catch us when we leave for the bank.

>>5423615
>Try to damage that board with a few well placed shots from your Hidden Guns.

>>5423618
>>5423638
>>5423674
>>5423905
>>5424019
>Try to damage that board with a few well placed shots from your Hidden Guns.
>Reel him in with another webline, then slap an explosive mark on his skate-rocket-board-thing

I'm sure we can try to combine these. Roll 1d100, bo3!

I'll gather the rolls and post an update once I'm well rested.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5424199

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5424199

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5424199

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>5424199

>>5424209
>>5424252
>>5424302
Taking these. Writing...

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>65

You shrugged off that feeling of foreboding from before, fired a webline at his board once more and pulled yourself towards him. As soon as you were out of the smokescreen, you had your Hidden Guns loaded and at the ready.

In the few seconds that it took you to cross the distance between you and the vigilante, you managed to fire off about a dozen shots at what you thought were the board’s weakest points. Each and every time, they just pinged off in random directions, and you made a silent promise to yourself to invest in some sort of armor piercing projectile in the future.

Fortunately for you, your opponent didn’t have the presence of mind to cut the tether this time. This might have been due to the fact that he was expecting you to shoot at him instead of his board. You witnessed further evidence of this when he positioned his arms to protect his vitals. It was because of these reasons that he was unable to effectively shake you off or evade your next attack. You were going to make sure that he regretted it.

As soon as you were close enough, you placed both hands on the board and activated your Explosive Mark. You would’ve tried covering the entire surface of it, but your opponent apparently noticed that you were up to something, because at that very moment, he kicked the turbo boosters up another notch. The resulting engine flare up had enough force to knock you off, and you were more than eager to be away from the thing. This suit wasn’t nearly as fireproof as your normal one, and you weren’t trying to damage it as badly as your other ones.

As you fell, you gazed upwards at the vigilante, grinning in grim satisfaction as smoke began to rise from the back of his board. And before he even had a chance to react, the rear engine exploded on the underside of the board!

In a trail of smoke, the vigilante made his uncontrolled descent back towards the ground, swerving, diving and rising at random intervals.

“And good riddance.” you said, shaking your fist at his back, before lazily turning to face the ground, which was quickly approaching.

Now all you had to do was get back to the bank and-

Your spider sense suddenly flared up, and you whirled around to meet your assailant!

Too late. The sound of whooshing air had filled your ears, making you unable to hear the approach of a sputtering engine.

The vigilante slammed into your back, barreling forward on a wild charge that he likely didn’t have too much control over. But judging by the way he was wrapping his arms around you, there was no mistaking his intent.

Seeing the rooftop that he was currently steering you towards, you gripped his forearms hard. Hard enough that you could feel the metal gauntlets being slowly crushed under your hands. When his grip tightened in response, you decided to try a different tactic by using your Mark to superheat the sturdy material.

(Cont.)

This was apparently enough to spook him, as he released you right before the two of you collided with the concrete floor. But a half second was all you needed to break into a smooth roll, recover and turn to face your attacker.

The vigilante’s landing wasn’t nearly as smooth, but he didn’t look like he was willing to give up anytime soon. The two of you stared each other down for what felt like a minute, slowly circling each other and trying to get an angle over the other. And in the corner of your eye, you spotted his busted hoverboard lying out in the open.

What will you do/say?

>”Give it a rest, already! I’m pretty sure you missed your window to stop that robbery, anyway.”
>Snatch his board. “I’m taking this as compensation for the time you just wasted.”
>Break his board over your knee. “Good luck getting down from here.”
>"You know, I never even got your name. I'd love it if you could save me the trouble of looking you up later."
>Web his feet to the floor and jump off the roof.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5424469
>Web his feet to the floor and jump off the roof.
>Check the board for trackers or a bomb
If it's clean
>Snatch his board. “I’m taking this as compensation for the time you just wasted.”
If it isn't
>Break his board over your knee. “Good luck getting down from here.”

>>5424469
>>"You know, I never even got your name. I'd love it if you could save me the trouble of looking you up later."
>One last tussle for the road?

>>5424469
>Snatch his board. “I’m taking this as compensation for the time you just wasted.”
>Web his feet to the floor and jump off the roof.

>>5424469
Break his board over your knee. “Good luck getting down from here.”

>>5424469
>Write-in
>Point at him accusingly
>"You shoulda took the hotdog."
>Leave and web his board to the side of a building a couple of blocks away
He seems like the type to keep a grudge if we keep or permanently break it.

>>5424623
+1

>>5424469
>>5424623
Confusing and slightly deranged. I approve.

>>5424623
support

>>5424623
+1

>>5424623
>>5424625
>>5424636
>>5424649
>>5424678
Taking these. Writing...

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“You should’ve taken the hotdog!” you shouted, pointing an accusing finger at him.

This clearly wasn’t what he was expecting you to say or do, because he froze for a few seconds, no doubt wondering what his next move should be.

Lucky for you, these crucial seconds were all you needed to snag his board with a quick webline. The vigilante broke into a sprint in an attempt to stop you, but you were already diving over the edge of the rooftop, swinging off into the distance with his board in hand.

Without even having to look back, you knew that his eyes were trained on your back, no doubt shouting curses at you through that stuffy helmet of his. And just so you could avoid making another nemesis, you make a display of webbing his board to the side of a particularly tall building, several blocks away.

Once again, you’ve bested a formidable foe! And all it took was a single disarming statement.

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Once you had returned to the bank, you were pleased to learn that they had just about cleaned it out completely. A good chunk of Flint’s sand reserves were used to soak up the hallucinogenic agent that White Rabbit had used to sabotage the water supply.

From there, it was smooth sailing. The rest of the gang, including yourself, pitched in to help loot the vault, with Lorina staying in the main hall to watch over the hostages.

Once the loot had been loaded into all three vehicles, all of you piled in and peeled the fuck out, laughing madly all the while. Flint was so excited that he had forgotten how much he hated taking the form of a giant British girl.

This was an absolutely massive haul! All in all, you had probably managed to snag over $50 million in cash! And this was BEFORE you had appraised the value of what you’d grabbed from the safety deposit boxes and whatever the tellers had up front!

But you couldn’t celebrate just yet. You still weren’t out of the woods.

Your flashy getaway would undoubtedly attract a lot of attention from the authorities, and eventually, more supers. You couldn’t just ride around the city with this much cash, in a vehicle this big and distinct. You needed a real getaway plan.

What will you do?

>Dump the cash into the sewers and let Flint deliver it to White Rabbit’s mansion.
>Drive straight to the beach and see if you can’t have Flint bury these trucks for later.
>Have White Rabbit’s men drive these trucks all around the city, while you and the others take turns grabbing bags full of money and splitting off in different directions.
>Get out there and cause some more chaos with your web bombs! They can’t follow you if the roads are all blocked up.
>Write-in.

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>>5425131
>Have White Rabbit’s men drive these trucks all around the city, while you and the others take turns grabbing bags full of money and splitting off in different directions.
>Dump the cash into the sewers and let Flint deliver it to White Rabbit’s mansion.

>>5425131
>Have White Rabbit’s men drive these trucks all around the city, while you and the others take turns grabbing bags full of money and splitting off in different directions.
>Dump the cash into the sewers and let Flint deliver it to White Rabbit’s mansion.
Most of the cash going down the sewers, but the distracting trucks is nice. It ain’t drugs or people, so it’s a valid use.

Wonder how long it’ll be before they put a 1% “transportation maintenance” fee on us.

>>5425131
>>Dump the cash into the sewers and let Flint deliver it to White Rabbit’s mansion.

>>5425131
>>Have White Rabbit’s men drive these trucks all around the city, while you and the others take turns grabbing bags full of money and splitting off in different directions.

>>5425131
>Dump the cash into the sewers and let Flint deliver it to White Rabbit’s mansion.

>>5425367
support

>>5425133
>>5425201
>>5425367
>>5425786
>>5425453
>>5425784
Alright, I'll try to combine these like >>5425201 said.

First:
>Dump the cash into the sewers and let Flint deliver it to White Rabbit’s mansion.

And then:
>Have White Rabbit’s men drive these trucks all around the city, while you and the others take turns grabbing bags full of money and splitting off in different directions.

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Surprising everyone around and behind you, both dump trucks made sudden and unannounced stops in front of manhole covers and sewer grates. After which, said trucks would raise their trailers, dumping massive amounts of sand and cash into the sewers below. Judging from their expressions, the range of emotions playing across the faces of the onlookers was anywhere between curiosity, amusement, anger and absolute shock.

None of them knew about the little metal carts that your crew had set up down there. Now, White Rabbit wasn’t quite precise enough to judge the exact location where you would make this drop, but she had gotten it pretty close. Her self satisfaction was made entirely evident by the enthusiastic grin she had as she fiddled with her many wristwatches.

While this method wouldn’t help you to offload your entire haul, it would certainly help to lighten the load. Funnily enough, the actual bank robbery itself was the easy part. Now, you had to actually get away with it.

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Over the next few minutes, you, Cat, Prowler and White Rabbit were stuffing bills into bags, carrying them off to predetermined drop points. For each trip, you carried as much as you possibly could without it interfering with your mobility. And for someone like you, who had a significantly larger weight capacity than everyone else on your crew(aside from Flint), that meant far less trips for you.

Every now and again, cops would shoot at you as you left, but their aim wasn’t nearly good enough to actually land a solid hit on any of you. But surprisingly enough, that wasn’t even your biggest problem.

The two largest issues here were communication, and mobility.

Since the trucks were constantly moving, in different directions sometimes, communication at this stage was crucial. You all needed to know exactly where everyone was at all times. Flint included.

Every now and again, the big lug would reappear in a dramatic way, bursting out of the sewers to cut off your pursuers. And that led to your other problem: Keeping the trucks going.

After a while, cops started laying road spikes and trying to shoot out your tires. A flat tire here meant that you would get overwhelmed almost immediately. So, you had to change up your strategy.

Instead of devoting your team to solely transporting money, you had to take turns distracting the cops. This meant either disarming them, webbing their windshields, blowing out their tires or disabling their cars in exotic and creative ways. You even had to use a few web bombs for this.

But despite all this effort you were putting in, you all knew that this couldn’t go on for much longer. Eventually, you would either get very unlucky, or an even bigger fish would swim over to ruin your day. You doubted that skateboard guy was the only one out on patrol today.

By this point, one of the trailers was almost completely empty, and the other was a little under half full.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Create one giant web sack, stuff as much money into it as you can, and carry it off while the others bail on the trucks.
>Dump however much money you can into the sewers and escape through the tunnels.
>Recall Flint, have him gather up all of his sand, and get him to carry you and the money off into the distance.
>Keep going! You can always ditch White Rabbit’s goons when the actual heavy hitters show up.
>Write-in.

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Costumes:
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>>5426099
>>Create one giant web sack, stuff as much money into it as you can, and carry it off while the others bail on the trucks.

>>5426099
>>Create one giant web sack, stuff as much money into it as you can, and carry it off while the others bail on the trucks.
>Dump however much money you can into the sewers and escape through the tunnels.
Our sack of money will actually be a distraction, the real amount will go through the tunnels.

>>5426099
>Dump however much money you can into the sewers and escape through the tunnels.
>Use our webbing and any remaining bombs to seal the sewers at various points and funnel the cops away from you.
I’d prefer to use web bombs and our regular webbing to seal the sewers and keep them from following us.

Note to future selves, plan escape routes better. We could have planted web bombs in the sewers to block off entry points in advance if we brought it up with the Morlocks so they didn’t interfere.

>>5426102
This and make a impromptu spider web santa hat.

>>5426099
>Create one giant web sack, stuff as much money into it as you can, and carry it off while the others bail on the trucks.
We're a spider damn it, we should start acting like one.

>>5426102
>>5426368
>>5426103
>>5426141
>>5426376
>Create one giant web sack, stuff as much money into it as you can, and carry it off while the others bail on the trucks.

Taking these. Writing...

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“Everybody, grab as much cash as you can and bail!” you shouted. Almost immediately, everyone hopped into the back of the truck and began stuffing their duffel bags to the brim. You did the same, but your approach was a bit more unusual.

Along with your bags, you and Prowler were stuffing bills into your utility belt, your pants, and any other hidden compartments you might have. Even Cat was stuffing a few choice items into her cleavage.

But you impressed all of them by creating your own web pouches and compartments along your suit, and filling them with cash.

Clever though it may be, the end result left you looking a little something like a mix between the Michelen Man and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. Somewhere along the line, you got the bright idea to make a little hat so that you could stuff it with jewelry from the safety deposit boxes.

Feeling satisfied and rather bloated, you waddled over to the back of the truck and created what could only be described as a blanket of webbing, before draping it over the remaining loot.

With some effort, you managed to wrap up everything that had gotten caught in your web, and rolled it into a bag that you slung over your shoulder. It was incredibly heavy, in an awkward sort of way. You just knew that this thing would throw off your balance something fierce when you tried to swing with it in tow.

Cat seemed to be thinking along these lines as well, because she gave you a casual wink and a salute, before firing her grappling hook at a nearby street light. She and Lorina were clearly laughing as they flew from the truck. Whether it was about you or their delight at pulling off the heist, you couldn’t tell.

Predictably, the other two weren’t nearly as amused by the situation. Prowler was looking positively puffy as dollar bills stuck out of the places where he had filled his suit to the brim. And Flint was still grumpy about having to take the form of an oversized, amazon Alice that had countless valuables and sticking out of his body.

Both looked at you as if daring you to laugh, but you decided to save it for the after-party.

“Catch you on the flipside.” you said, hefting the bag over your shoulder and firing a webline at a nearby building. The take-off wasn’t nearly as smooth as you would’ve liked, as all the extra wait caused you to sag a bit.

It took some effort on your part to pull yourself into the air, kick your legs up, and reel in the bag before it took Prowler’s head off. And just like that, you were clumsily swinging through the city like a wrecking ball filled with an absurd amount of money.

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(Cont.)

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A few hours later, you and the rest of your crew met back up once the heat had died down a bit. It took quite some time to go back and collect those bags that you’d dropped all over the city. Especially because you were on the watch for any patrolling heroes that might have been looking for you. You at least felt safe in assuming that skateboard guy was going to be out of commission for a while, so long as that ride of his was still busted.

Little by little, you and the others made several trips back to White Rabbit’s mansion, dropping the money off, and then heading back out for more. This continued until it was early in the evening, when you salvaged everything that you possibly could without breaking into the local police department.

After abandoning that truck, the cops most likely confiscated the rest. As for the Bunny Butlers that were driving it, you were surprised to learn that they somehow managed to evade capture, even without your help. Maybe they were more competent than those goofy masks led you to believe.

—----

Once everyone had a moment to catch their breath, you all retreated back into the mansion, where you and the butlers sat in a large ballroom, counting up your spoils and regaling each other with personal accounts of how the heist went in your personal opinions.

“Ohhh, baby!” Flint exclaimed, his eyes as wide as saucers. “If I could still cry, a scene like this would bring a tear to my eye.”

“You said it, Sandy~.” Felicia purred. “Been a long time since I’ve gotten a haul this big.”

“None of this would’ve been possible if you hadn’t cracked that safe as fast as you did.” Lorina said, staring closely at a small, finely cut gemstone. “You put us way ahead of schedule!”

“Now, now. Let’s not downplay Flint’s role in all this.” you put in, flipping through a fat stack of $20 bills. “If it wasn’t for him, we probably wouldn’t have been able to get that money out of there at all.”


“Can’t argue with that.” Prowler agreed, a clear note of delight in his voice. It was hard for anyone to be grumpy with this much money at their disposal.

Flint beamed at you both in appreciation, and you flashed a wide grin at him in return.

“We should celebrate.” you decided. “It’s been a while since anyone’s pulled a heist this big around these parts.”

“I’m sure Funny Bunny’s got some expensive drinks squirreled away in that cellar of hers.” Felicia suggested.

“We could do that…” Lorina began. “Or…we could go to the super cool villain bar that I go to sometimes!”

Prowler raised an eyebrow. “Villain bar? Sounds shady.”

“We’re shady people, sunshine. It comes with the profession.” Cat retorted.

(Cont.)

“I don’t know. I kinda want to check the place out.” Flint said, unable to hide his enthusiasm. “I mean, after this job, we’ve got to be in the Big League, right!?”

You all exchanged a look, and found that you all agreed with this sentiment. There was no way that this wouldn’t make the news. If people didn’t already know about you, then they sure at hell do now. For better or worse, “Spider-Man” could no longer remain a myth or an urban legend. The same could be said for the others.

You wondered what Matt and Angela would think. Or how Madame Webb and Julia would respond.

What would Cindy think?

You quickly shook your head, pushing such thoughts to the back of your mind and focusing on keeping count of this money. You were meant to be celebrating, not contemplating the consequences of your actions!

How would you like to celebrate tonight?

>Have a private party in White Rabbit’s mansion and raid her cellar.
>Encourage the others to visit this supervillain bar that she was talking about.
>Finish counting the money as quickly as possible so you and the others can get home to celebrate on your own terms.
>Write-in.

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>>5426913
>Finish counting the money as quickly as possible so you and the others can get home to celebrate on your own terms.
I can almost guarantee you that going to a villain bar or getting drunk immediately after pulling a heist like this is a great way to get our shit stolen.

>>5426913
>Have a private party in White Rabbit’s mansion and raid her cellar.

>>5426913
>>Finish counting the money as quickly as possible so you and the others can get home to celebrate on your own terms.
We're in it for the money, not the thrill or recognition (unlike Lorina)
also cool kids don't need to crash their own celebrations.
I'd like to know the location, but don't go there today

>>5426913
Supervillain bar

>>5426913
>Finish counting the money as quickly as possible so you and the others can get home to celebrate on your own terms.

I prefer hero that does crime every now and then over villain

>>5426913
>>Finish counting the money as quickly as possible so you and the others can get home to celebrate on your own terms.

>>5426913
>Finish counting the money as quickly as possible so you and the others can get home to celebrate on your own terms.

Alright I know this is a little late, but is robbing banks actually a victimless crime?
I know the physical cash is insured, but what about the stuff in the safety deposit boxes? Is it only rich people that use those?

>>5427042
I use one and would be devestated. I have diamonds, gold, titles, birth certificates and other stuff.

>>5427047
I have no idea if you're joking or not. Also wouldn't all of the valuables in those deposit boxes also be insured?

>>5427052
I'm serious. It's insured but the hassle and you never get the actual value and my one of a kind items can't be replaced.

>>5427054
Alright that's fair. And this isn't to say you shouldn't keep valuables in safety deposit boxes, but why would you keep your birth certificate or objects of sentimental value anywhere besides your home?

>>5427063
Typically a banks safe is more guarded than a home and better against fires. Those safes are thick