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There was that thing with fighting Shibboleth and some crusty wizard giving me grief about how I handled things - he should get off my case, opening and then right away closing that portal was necessary, didn't see anyone else coming up with anything! But naw, it's all against the seventh law of whatever and I actually think he talked about Sephiroth, only I'm preeeetty sure he wasn't into Final Fantasy and long story short: I was gonna look into whatever cooky nonsense he talked about, if only so I'd better be able to tell him to stuff it next time. Turns out they don't have that stuff on Wikipedia, though. Or anywhere! Only in actual books, which really, if I didn't already know before would only confirm this stuff is straight up nooooonsense. Or maybe not nonsense, but something those old dudes hold onto to make themselves feel relevant. it's like corporations holding onto patents for life-saving medication and then selling it for way too much money, or something. Seriously uncool. So anyway, reading through all that mess of mumbo-jumbo took up most of my night. Doooon't really think I understood most of it, but, hey! I got some inspiration for some kick-rear end band names if I ever need any, say what you will, that old stuff at least has a sense of style. Wait, what am I doing? Oh, uh, right, saving the day! Dude with a hammer. I throw on my clothes, take a few moments to fix my hair which is not just keeping it like it ends up when I get out of bed, that joke is so stupid. Brush my teeth, check my gadgets - smoke bombs, grappling hook, foam pellets, all the classics plus a few wildcards. Oh, and my, ugh, domino mask. I tried to go with a kind of 'scarf-covering-my-mouth' demonstration thing at the start but, uh, nobody could understand me properly or see when I was grinning. Okay, got everything, I think. Off I go! ..... Oh, hey, the Trump Donjon, kind of not tooo broken up about that getting redecorated a little. But there's people around everywhere that could get hurt, so that's not cool. Whoa, that guy is big. And he has a big hammer. And an American flag as a toga which, haha, is Princess Patriot around already? Because I wanna get a shot of her face. But, uh, I should focus! Circe is already there, and she's telling him to stop - in the name of THE LAW. If she didn't start to do her...magic power up thing, I'd totally superimpose a Judge Dredd helmet over her head with my holograms. Hey, speaking of which, where's our 'fearless leader', Eagle J? Isn't this the time for some speech? Not that I'd just listen to everything she has to say but, hey, what's the fun of doing that if nobody is telling me not to do what I'm gonna do? Oh well, up to me then! I dodge behind a ruined pillar - despite everything, this is kind of cool, like, the ruined corporate aesthetic, reminds me of some movie - and when I step out again, so do three other Mix-Ups. Holograms! Can't be too careful, plus, if anyone is shooting pictures, it makes it much more likely I'm in one of them. Not that I, uh, care about that. I jump up onto the remainder of a pillar laying on the ground - but is it really me or one of my holograms ooooh - and have some of my nanomachines flying around me move my coat, like some wind is blowing. Hey, I gotta make this look good. "Hey!" Oh, gotta come up with a name! "US Caesar!" Nailed it. "Peaceful protest not working out for you? Well, let me tell you: here's the... CATCH!" And with that, I throw one of my sticky foam pellets at him, and so do my three doppelgangers. Just for giggles, I project a holographic American Eagle over each of the pellets. This is going to be awesome! Only US Caesar is waaay faster than you'd think and he spins around and baseball-hits the pellet back at me! How did he know which one was real?! The pellet hits me in the chest - how did he know which one of me was real?! - and it explodes, covering me in sticky foam that quickly grows more solid. I manage to stick out my hands and head in time, only now I look like some extremely overweight clown. Oh drat, US Caesar is advancing on me! "Uh, guys? Need some help here!" Oh man, are communications seriously not up? I mean, yeah, I usually do that, but shouldn't Eagle J make sure all that stuff is in place? "Guys, big guy with a hammer coming at meeeeeee-" He hits me and, funny, I don't really feel it because my foam is seriously awesome at shock absorption. Well, I try to tell myself how awesome it is as I roll and bounce out of the building like a human rubber ball and onto the street where I skid to a halt. Nooot humiliating at all and I don't mind people gawking and shooting pictures. At all. Or that I come to a halt with my legs sticking in the air and my face literally in the gutter. Dammit, Eagle J! 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Freak: +0 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Location: Trump Donjon My eyes dart between the multiple holographic screens in front of me and it's like the immediate threat of some giant guy with a giant hammer steps back and I'm actually able to think about what I'm seeing, what I noticed, what the screens are showing me and what they picked out using the algorithms I, well, didn't write 100%, but improved and customized. But then it dawns on me what is going on and oh noooooo. I call up one specific news article that my program gathered and now I remember reading it a few days ago and, man. He's gotta be one of those construction workers that got fired, yeah? I mean, normally I'm all for the march of progress and robots are seriously cool, but those construction workers got screwed over, yeah? And it all makes sense, the hammer, why he attacked here. Okay, maybe not why he has superpowers now. He must be after Danielle Trump, the queen b... bee of Trump Industries or her corporate cronies, right? And to make things worse, or, uh, better, in a way - he's not trying to hurt anyone else, looks like! Not the normal workers and not us because, seriously, though it didn't feel like it, I thiiink he was softballing hitting us. Especially me in the foam bubble who was like an actual softball, haha. Anyway, I mean, it's not like he's peacefully protesting, and just going to town with a giant hammer is not cool - but I don't wanna beat up some guy with a genuine grievance like that! Might as well put on my face concealing helmet and go beat up some peaceful demonstrators with my police baton next! That is soooo not what I am about, soooo not what I wanted to do as a superhero. Oh, hey, I have to tell the others! Not that I expect all of them to quite understand, but I have to give them a chance, yeah? So it's not all 'well, we didn't know we were beating up the unemployed, Mix-Up!'. Are comms up again? I run some checks and yeah, they're up again! Time to talk to our fearless leader via our open channel - everyone will hear it, but it's for Eagle J mainly. "Hey! Hey, Eagle J! I think that guy is one of the construction workers that got 'let go' after, you know, Trump Industries fired everyone to replace them with robots? Literally replaced with robots. We should get him to say his piece, yeah?" I peek out from behind my hiding place, an overturned table. "I bet that'd actually work better than butting heads with him. I mean, looks like he doesn't want to harm any bystanders, not even us, just the corporate overlords of this place." Hey, hey, one second - I'll have to actually get Eagle J to go along with this. For her own good, of course! "I'm just saying, beating up the disenfranchised without hearing them out is kiiiiiiinda not that heroic." Bet her mentor she always talks about would agree with that, or at least, she'll think he'd agree with that. And shut up, of course I know what 'disenfranchised' means! <nil_> Mix-Up Provoke Eagle J <nil_> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> nil_, 8+3 = 11 Mix-Up wants Eagle J and, by extension through her leadership, the team to go easy on US Caesar / Yankee Doodle and give him a chance to state his grievances. If Eagle J does it, add 1 Team. If Eagle J doesn't do it, mark a condition. There's a brief pause. "Oh, and US Caesar is a better nickname than Yankee Doodle, sorry. Unless he's from Connecticut, maybe. But not bad!" I make a hologram of me appear right in front of US Caesar, this time making it's obvious it's fake. "How about it? You want to tell us why you're doing this?" My hologram rolls its eyes and puts a hand on its hips, like we're both bitching about some teacher, only, uh, for him it'd be his supervisor? "Let me tell you, we usually do not have to ask, it's all..." My free hand makes 'blah blah blah' motions. "Buuut something tells me you might have actually something interesting to say, yeah?" nil. fucked around with this message at 18:05 on May 25, 2016 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 0/5 | Location: Trump Donjon Huh. Eagle J, all of them actually, they go for my idea right away or at least don't veto it. I mean, I can be pretty convincing, but... huh. I would have thought somebody would have said something! I mean, that's good, yeah? Only, now they want me to talk to him. If they didn't want me to, I would have complained, sure, but now it's like they're all looking at me. And it's not like they think I can't do it, but it's the opposite, they're all 'sure, let Mix-Up do his thing'. It's a bit... a bit scary, yeah? Oh man, now my mouth is dry, I didn't pack anything to drink. But, I'm in the spotlight, it's cool, I can do this. "Right, cool, I got this." I'm not sure I got this. I get up from behind my hiding spot and slowly approach US Caesar. Wait, shouldn't I be doing this with one of my holograms? What am I doing anyway? What am I going to tell him? It'd be different if I wanted to tell him he was being an idiot, but that's not gonna work, is it? I step over some rubble - a result of that big hammer of his - and I swallow. I mean, his problems are all... adult stuff and for once, he's not someone who needs to be told he's full of poo poo by me like I usually do. Naw, I bet he's someone who was pushed around before this, but on the other hand, just smashing stuff with a big hammer is not okay. And then there's the thing with the robots, and it makes sense to use them because they're cool and safer, only it means people like him are out of jobs and that sucks and maaaaan, it's all complicated! Wait, are we talking about his nickname? I can't help myself, I need the distraction for just a second: I hold up one finger for US Caesar, so he knows I'll be with him in a second, and whisper to the others via comms. "US Caesar sounds like Julius Caesar, because he's wearing a toga, and US because the toga is the flag. Oh, yeah, Princess Patriot got it and-" Wait, does she think he came up with the name? I did... and she thinks it sucks. It's cool, I don't care. Not really. Maybe a bit. "Oh, hey, Union Jack and Alexander Hammerton are also pretty good." I glance over at the guy in question - uh, right, I was doing something! Like totally knowing what I was going to say to this guy who weighs double what I do, with the hammer, triple. "Hey." I pull my hands from my pockets and finger-gun point both of them at him, then catch myself and put them behind my head instead. "I think I know what your deal is." I take a step closer to him. "This is about those 'lay-offs' a few days ago, yeah? How they replaced all the construction workers..." I step closer and point at his hammer, showing him that I figured out where that came from - and hopefully not showing him that I'm kind of still terrified of getting smushed by that thing. "...with actual literal robots. I mean, that's gotta sting, right? Your bosses get to make all their dreams come true - because I bet they love having something that can't talk back do their work for them - and you, well, you're out of a job." I scratch my head. "That's gotta suck, like, seriously." Oh man, what do I say now? All of that was just stating the obvious, platitudes. But I really want to give this guy a chance, because, that's what a hero would do, yeah? But I didn't get, uh, super-speech or anything! "I'll be honest. This whole thing is really complicated, and I can't really think of a good solution." I shrug. "But easy for me to say, yeah? I'm not you, and you're the one out of a job. I don't know. I just know it isn't fair to you." I take a final step towards him, stepping within reach of that...huge hammer. Gulp. "But man, this isn't how you should deal with this, they'll just make you the villains in this! You're better than this, you don't wanna hurt anyone, yeah?" I can't help but look up at that hammer and hoooope what I'm saying is true. "You don't wanna hurt me... and you don't wanna do this anymore. Don't let them mess things up for you even more." I put my hands back in my pockets and look up at him. This whole thing is so strange. I just made some cheesy speech. He could crush me with that hammer. I wasn't even a bit sarcastic. "Yeah?" I just hope I made the right decision to get out of bed today. <nil_> Mix-Up Comfort / Support <nil_> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> nil_, 5+1 = 6 +1 from Assess: 'US Caesar doesn't want to hurt innocents' for a result of 7. GM: On a hit, they hear you: they mark potential, clear a condition, or shift Labels if they open up to you. nil. fucked around with this message at 10:59 on Jun 17, 2016 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -1 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 1/5 | Location: Trump Donjon At first I'm just glad he's not crushing me with his hammer, and I even hold back my 'yeah, kinda' after he asked Eagle J whether we live in, well, an unfair America, but then he speaks to me and... tries to pat my head? With his giant, giant hand, did he grow in the meantime? But he's patting my head and talking to me as if I, I don't know, just told him I want to be an astronaut when I grow up or something like that! He's not taking me seriously at all! Yeah, because this is for grown-ups, apparently, and everyone knows only grown-ups can have opinions. I mean, I try to give him a chance and, like, talk to him, uh, hero to man and he treats me like that? I bet I'm his biggest supporter here but noooo, you're too young, so it's not like I can be serious about anything. This is just bullshit. Well, on the other hand, getting him to listen might still be the best way to end this without more destruction and... wait, wait, did he just say 'leash holders'?! That does it! I raise my finger and puff myself up. "Now listen, Mix-Up is nobody's-" But I don't think he was listening and... just jumps through the ceiling and leaves his hammer behind, and literally leaves me in the dust. I cough and cover my mouth with my arm, this drat dust! I open my eyes again - they're only watering a little from all this stuff in the air - and can see some colorful bolt of magic from Circe flying after US Caesar. Or are we using Alexander Hammerton now? I look up through the hole in the ceiling, several ceilings actually, and shake my fist. "Mix-Up is on nobody's leash, do you hear?" I don't think he does though. That could have gone better. I turn around to face the rest of the team, kind of embarrassing. "Nice work on the magic, Circe!" Yeah! Everybody pay attention to that instead. Oh, Frankie is calling us and that is perfect timing. "I'm fine, no sweat." It's kind of cool that we have Frankie and not some corporate stooge. Well, not a direct corporate stooge, anyway. Oh, the Bodacious Barricade? I have mixed feelings about her, buuuuuuut the big thing is that once she gets here, this won't be our show anymore. Which is uncool, we can totally handle him. Right? I mean, probably. Anaaand one other thing is that Alexander Hammerton probably won't get any understanding from her, actually, he might get seriously hurt. And I meant what I said to Eagle J, beating up the disenfranchised is kind of not that heroic. I look at the team. "We gotta find him again, yeah? I mean, talking him down would be best, right, but if we have to take him down, better if we take him down. If Bodacious Barricade..." I can't help it, I have to snicker. Focus, Eddy, I mean, Mix-Up! I clear my throat, totally still the dust. "If Bodacious Barricade gets here, he might end up in a hospital or worse, and he doesn't deserve that." Even if he did treat me like just some kid. I mean, technically I am a kid, well, teenager - but I'm also a superhero! "Sooooo... are we calling him Alexander Hammerton now? I still think US Caesar is pretty good." "Anywaaaaay..." I strike a pose and secretly have my invisible flying 3D cameras take a shot of me, maybe the Hobby Fanatic Factory will make it an action figure. Hobby Fanatic Factory is who's sponsoring me, which does not mean I'm somebody's lapdog, mind you! "I'm remotely hacking into the local security system." I could just walk over to that computer there, but doing it remotely with my nanomachines is a lot cooler, right? "I'll find him again in no time." Aaaaand maybe when I'm going through the Trump data systems, I'll aaaaaaccidentally stumble across some files on how they screwed over those construction workers - I don't know, tax... evasion... labor law, I don't really know a lot about that. I mean, in the whole chaos, you'd expect some security to become vulnerable and then, whoops, some sensitive files about the misconduct of this place get leaked and there's a public outrage and then those construction workers get some compensation. Those nefarious villains, am I right? <nil_> Mix-Up Unleash <nil_> !r 2d6 <Krysmbot> nil_, 5 = 5 Marking potential. Uh, this isn't going so well. "One second." I actually walk over to the computer, doing it via the nanomachines was maybe a bit too fancy after all. "Can't find him on security cams right now." Which is technically true, as I haven't gotten that far through this security yet and can't access the security cam feed. Maaaaan. "Miiight actually not work out, can you believe their password is not actually 'password'?" nil. fucked around with this message at 18:00 on May 28, 2016 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: +1 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Potential: 3/5 | Location: Trump Donjon Taking condition Insecure. Haha, I knew I could do it. I'm in and all the dirty little secrets of the Trump Donjon will be at my fingertips in just a few seconds and - AARGHH! Whaaaaaat? Something knocks me down to the floor and some siren is blaring and pffttphhhh, something got in my mouth! Oh god, is that foam? Again?! The surprisingly powerful jet of foam is still pushing me along the ground like some horrible sticky water slide and ugh! Uuugh! It's getting in my mouth and my ears and it's just everywhere! I swat at the foam still hitting me, without much effect, and only after a moment realize I'll have to get out of it's way. Side roll! Which might have looked cool if I wasn't covered in all this foam. Oh god! It's hardening! I quickly clean my eyes, then look down at myself - and realise that my cool coat is ruined! Or at least in a few second, once the foam hardens completely, it's going to make me go all stiff so I can barely move, liiiike I'm the, uh, Michelin man? That's a thing, right? I quickly throw away my coat - I liked that thing! I guess I can get another... Sooooo, uh, what happened? I blink and try to collect myself, and keep the foam from getting into my eyes. I thought I had it, that getting into their systems would work out. It would have been perfect! And now I did this and I'm preeeeetty sure I can't play this off as 'yup, that's totally what I wanted to do'. Where are my frien- the others? Team mates! Oh man, did they get hit by that stuff too? Maybe I should have just stuck to trying to convince US Caesar to back down, I think it was working... Maaaaaan. I stumble around and try to spot the others, all the while gingerly touching my hair. Do I have some sort of hardened foam afro? I am not cutting my hair off! There must be some sort of stuff to get it out, yeah? I finally think to bring up a holographic display for tracking the others, seems Corsage and Circe are the closest. I'll just head towards their two dots and - whoa! Almost fell! Why is there a hole in the floor? I knew there was one in the ceiling, but - wait, that's him! And he's wrestling with Corsage and... and... oh no, what's going on with Circe? Is she, is she bleeding? I freeze at the edge of the hole in the floor, looking down at what I now realise is a parking garage, but all I can see is poor Circe on the hood of a car, maybe unconscious, maybe not. I, I suddenly feel angry, or helpless, or I don't know! I mean, it's not like it's because I messed up with the foam and certainly not because I maybe like Circe a bit more than some of the others, haha - not like I want to impress her or anything. I have to do something! Do I? I should wait, wait at least for Eagle J, and maybe US Caesar looking like he's now 10 feet tall is not an optical illusion because of the perspective but... no! I need to do something now! So I jump down the hole, directly at US Caesar, some of my foam pellets balled up in my fist. He's not going to bat them back at me this time, not when I throw them at him when I'm right up in his grill, and Corsage can just deal with it if I get in his way! "I thought you were cool, but you're just a diiiiiiiiiiii-" Taking rash action without talking to the team to clear Insecure at the end of the scene. <nil_> Mix-Up Engage <nil_> !r 2d6 <Krysmbot> nil_, 5 = 5 Spending Team selfishly by ignoring team mates: Shifting Danger Up, Savior Down; Marking potential via 'Team? What team?'. Shifted up Danger for a result of 6, marking potential. But I totally misjudge the jump, hit Corsage instead, almost literally bounce off his muscles and fall onto the ground. "-iick! Ow!" Ouch, my back! My fist hits the ground, the foam pellets tumble out of it and of course explode and encase my upper arm in yet another foam bubble and maaaaaaaaaaaaan! Me and foam are not working out today! I feel so stupid right now - I probably look really stupid right now - but there was a reason I jumped down here, yeah? "Uh, hey, Circe, are you alright?" Even though in retrospect maybe I should have waited and thought about this for just a second more... nil. fucked around with this message at 11:15 on Jun 17, 2016 |
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Freak: +0 | Danger: +1 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 3/5 | Location: Trump Donjon Oh man, I don't think I'm getting through to her. It's because there's all this stuff going on, right, not because I'm not convincing enough. Yuuuup. That's it. It's all this magical...whirlwind... reality-erasing... stuff. Oh, jeez, Corsage! Ouch, ouch ouch, that looks bad! That's, uh, like a really nasty reality-roadrash! Wait, something behind me! Is it Eagle J? I turn around quickly, but even before I have fully turned, I realize that it's not Eagle J. For one thing, Eagle does not groan like that! Oh no! It's Hammerton! I jump back out of instinct and raise my hands, even though that's not gonna help! "Hey, we're kind of in the middle of-" Wait, what is he doing? He's walking into Circe's magic destruction bubble, is he trying to finish off her and Corsage? Wait, no. No, he's... trying to save them. Even though I'm in some life-or-death situation, and I guess there shouldn't be time for that, I suddenly feel ashamed for having thought Hammerton was going to attack someone helpless. I thought that, and was mad at him earlier, and now he's... he's somehow draining the magic stuff from Circe, or blocking it, or something! I don't know why, but I have my invisible flying 3D cameras record the whole thing - obviously I'm not going to have the Hobby Fanatic Factory make an action figure out of this, but... I just know people wouldn't believe the 'bad guy' would do something like this. But it really messes him up, and I wince in sympathy as I see what it is doing to his arms. Oh man, that looks bad, really bad! And then he's finished and for a second, it looks like he's going to stay up... but then he crashes down. Is it over? I... I don't feel great. Usually when we take down some bonkers villain, I feel great afterwards but... Hammerton, we didn't really defeat him, yeah? It's more like he.. defeated himself, and all of that by, well, outhero-ing us. Oh man. This is all so much more complicated than I thought it would be when I got the emergency call this morning! Oh! I rifle through my gadgets, I have some first aid spray here somewhere. Give some to Corsage, but most of it to Hammerton, because that's the least I can do, yeah? drat, was it in my coat I had to throw away? But I'm interrupted by a rumbling, screeching noise and I look up, no longer caught up in my own thoughts. Oh no! This looks bad, the ceiling is going to come down and who knows what else with it! "Circe, Corsage, get out of there!" Circe seem to be, I guess, waking up, and at least Corsage's legs seem to be alright - but how am I going to get Hammerton out of here?! Oh man, if he'd get crushed by the building after what he did... it'd be terrible! And not just because it's, like, he's literally getting crushed by the overwhelming manifestation of excess he fought after giving his life's blood to... uh, what? Sorry, must have been reading too much about the Eternal Patriot! But! How am I going to get him out of here? Suddenly, I have a crazy idea: I'm going to put my rebreather gadget on him, encase him fully in a ball of foam using my remaining pellets and just... roll him away! Genius! Maybe all this debris would get stuck in the foam - and now I'm thinking of a classic videogame - but I could do it! I have to try! Oh. Corsage just threw him over his shoulder. Now, okay, his shoulders are pretty big, but Hammerton is bigger. How strong is he? "Nice, Corsage! We have to get him out of here too, yeah? I mean, right now, our team and him are both 50/50 on trashing the place and stopping the other from doing that, so maybe we can compare notes after all of this afterwards!" I frantically look around - there's Eagle J, could be in better shape but still standing. "Hey! Eagle J! Any idea where Patriot is? This place is coming down!" Oh, hey, it's Circe, she's up again! 'Sweet cheese and crackers'? I can't help but laugh - I try to stifle it, but it ends up a stupid grin at best. Man, she's so cute... uh, I mean, I'm happy she's over her magic trance thing. "Oh, cool, protective bubble!" And then I notice she's sounding kind of frantic. I guess in a way, she did all this, but... it wasn't intentional, yeah? It was some weird magic thing. So maybe I'm thinking that and maybe being stuck under a magic bubble with Circe is like being with someone else under one umbrella when it's raining cats and dogs - but I put my hand on Circe's shoulder and give her a nod. "You got this, Circe." And then I give it a wink, being a little cheeky. "Trust me." While we collect Eagle J, I once again call up my holographic displays in front of me so I can analyze the situation. Combined with the the ambient lighting of Circe's magic shield, it's quite the light show. But! Everyone is getting away, but Mix-Up is not giving up yet! If this building comes down, who knows how many people are going to get hurt? Aaaaaaaaaaand there's still the thing with getting into the donjon's systems and maybe uncovering some juicy dirt on what they did to Hammerton and all those workers, yeah? His messed up arms flash in front of my eyes and I again focus and try to find something, anything that can help me help everyone. And with everyone, I mean the people in this tower and Hammerton! <nil_> Mix-Up Assess <nil_> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> nil_, 8+3 = 11
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 4/5 | Location: Trump Donjon Parking Garage Okay, so, it's a good thing I can focus on my holographic displays with some seeeeriously distracting stuff going on around me - so who ever said playing video games never taught me anything! Juust focusing on the task at hand and tuning out the stuff around me, may that be Circe and Circe's magic lightshow and the building actually crumbling around us... or my parents telling me to do my chores, haha. But, whoa, all kidding aside, I'm kind of proud of myself that I'm keeping my head during all this - but that's what a superhero should do, yeah? Which is all well and good, but stuff is still pretty freaky, I mean, I do not want to think about being buried alive in some rubble! But, keeping it cool, Mix-Up, yuup. I briefly glance over to Circe, still close to me under her magic shield - if I had to get buried and get stuck under rubble for several hours while the rescue team digs us out, I could do worse than being stuck with Circe. I think I still have some high-energy snacks among my gadgets, and, it wouldn't be so bad. But, getting off track here! It's time to try and safe the day! Or... maybe just keep the day from getting ruined further. I re-focus and go through different data-readouts across my holographic displays in front of me with several swipes of my hand. So, that pillar over there is the thing currently under stress and crumbling because of it, and if it goes down - which is going to be really soon - who knows what else is going to go with it? We never really got to making sure everyone was evacuated, aw man. Anyway, the structural analysis shows that I could probably still keep the pillar from giving out. Proooobably. With my remaining foam pellets. Once again, quite the few ups and downs with my foam today. But I am not picking a new superhero name like 'The Foam Syndrome', because that is ter-rib-le! Anyway, I don't think I'd even consider doing that if Circe wasn't around - because of her shield, not because I feel like I have to be extra-heroic or anything! Speaking of Circe, though... it's kind of unscientific, but this, uh, kind of improvised 'magic readout' is telling me that she's pretty much the most dangerous thing here. I mean, theoretically! Basically, it just means she's really powerful, yeah? Though there was that thing with her almost losing control and just... erasing reality, that was a bit, if I'm honest, scary. I again look over at her, and I don't want to be afraid of her, but... and then she turns towards me and apologizes and tells me she'll protect me for as long as it takes and again, I have to smile. It's so sweet! What was I thinking about? Circe dangerous? Pff, maybe, but that just means we have to try harder to use that for something good, yeah? Oh, huh, is it just the light from all the magic and holograms or is she blushing...? I can't help it, I have to laugh for just a second. "Thanks, Circe!" And then I take her hand in mine and, uh, oh! Of course I did that because I wanted to point to the crumbling pillar we need to stabilize with both our hands! Of course! "Don't worry, I have a plan!" "We need to keep that pillar from crumbling... I'm gonna use my foam pellets, it should be good enough for a little while!" Oh! I press some of the foam pellets into Circe's hand too, you know, just in case - another reason why I took her hand into mine! Right, right, right. "And you can make sure I don't get knocked out by some falling stuff, because..." I jokingly roll my eyes and point up to my hair, which I am still pretty sure is currently a foam afro after what happened earlier. "...that doesn't count as a hard hat." I grin. "Maybe you can do some magic stuff to keep it up too?" I don't know what it is... but I feel like I should say more. I think Circe still needs a pep talk - and right now, it's just me here, right? I mean, that's why it's up to me, not that there's isn't anyone else around to hear what I am going to say or anything. "And don't worry, we can clean this up, no problem, together. I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen, yeah?" We move towards the pillar and I start stuffing the pellets into the cracks, reprogramming them to burst with less force and instead slowly fill out every space available instead, again via the holographic display floating just in front of me. And all of the while, I can't help but glance at the display I am still keeping open, the one outlining the current state of the donjon's network security. It's totally in disarray and it'd be sooooo easy... And wouldn't I be helping more people by uncovering whatever dirty secrets they are no doubt hiding and avenge Hammerton? Well, 'avenge', it's not like he's... he's going to be fine, right? I sigh. But I can't just ignore the danger to the people in the building. Hammerton had a big plan, some big ideal too - and when he saw some immediate danger to someone, he couldn't help but do something, even if it messed with the bigger stuff. Man, I'm getting distracted! Some of the foam pellets are popping before they are supposed to, must have reprogrammed them wrong, and I have to pull my hands out of the sticky mess and it's making me a little frustrated. "Maaaaan, this would be so much easier with the whole team." Is Circe listening? I'm not sure. "I mean, I can understand if you're knocked out, but where are the others?" I make a hologram of Princess Patriot and Corsage appear nearby, both leisurely lounging on the rubble and watching me, giving me a silent thumbs-up while checking something on their phones. I shake me head and make them disappear again. Whatever, I trigger the foam pellets to more gently release their foam and there, I think I got it done, the pillar should be stable for a little while. And all of that, all on my own! <nil_> Mix-Up Unleash <nil_> !r 2d6 <Krysmbot> nil_, 5 = 5 Using team selfishly (insulting teammates), shift Freak up (was 0) and Danger down (was +1); marking Potential via 'Team? What team?'. +1 from shifted up Freak, +1 from Assess: Pillar needs to be stabilized for a result of 7. Marking a condition (Hopeless) to not make the effect unstable/temporary. Well... not all on my own, really. There's Circe and, to be honest, if she wasn't here I'm pretty sure I would have run away already. For just a moment, I get down on my haunches and take a deep breath because, man, this whole thing feels like some sort of weird rollercoaster of not getting anything right and having to get everything right. Like everything I did just is going to lead to things blowing up in my face a little later. But, pfff, that's stupid. I'm awesome! I look up at Circe, grin and give a thumbs up. We're awesome! Yeah? nil. fucked around with this message at 13:50 on Jun 24, 2016 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 4/5 | Location: Trump Donjon Parking Garage Reeeeeeally fortunate I'm already done with fixing the pillar because I bet if I was still doing that, what Circe is saying would have totally distracted me and I would have grinned like an idiot - and then something stupid would have happened like the pellets exploding and making me stick to the pillar and I would have looked like a total fool! And maybe get buried too. But as it is, it's just the grinning. Okay, I'll be honest, I'm not following every single thing Circe is saying 100% - didn't I already say I don't blame her, why is she asking me to trust her? But, whatever, I get the message, I mean, talking isn't just words, yeah? Like with a song you never heard before, you may not get all the lyrics the first time - maybe especially if the song and has a killer melody, but you get what it's about, yeah? Okay, what I'm saying is that Circe is telling me to trust her and that we can go back to holding hands and we can go to a dance. And most importantly, even if she didn't say aaaaany of that, her blushing like that would tell me everything. What she really meant, yeah? I don't actually blush myself, though then again, who am I to talk: don't think I could switch of this grinning either! "Aw, come on Circe, of course I trust you! And all this..." I look around at the destruction and wave my hand. "...sure, could have gone better, but you did your best, yeah? And not like you did this on purpose! Well, anyway." I pull myself up and put my hands to my hips. "There won't be any yelling from me." I give her a wink. "Aaaaand are you asking me to the dance?" I put my hand over my heart, mock-scandalized. "I don't know..." And then once again break out in a grin. "Only if you promise not to beat yourself up about all of this anymore." Oh man, turns out it was totally the right decision to get up today! "Ah, you drive a hard bargain, okay then!" I put my hand to my chin. "You know what you need? You're all stressed out, what do you say after this we ditch the others for a little? Because, yeah, I'm pretty sure if we go with them there's a gooood chance of some lectures or press conferences or whatever. Totally not what you need right now. If you want, I'm pretty sure I packed some... relaxation aids..." I pat my pockets, but only find actual gadgets - smoke bombs are not the kind of smoke I had in mind. "Somewhere here!" Planning to find easy relief by ditching the others and hanging out (and perhaps toking up) to clear Hopeless at the end of the scene. I shrug. "Or whatever. Some 'you' time, yeah?" Oh. She said something else, asked whether we're done with everything here. Can't forget about Hammerton, even though things going so well with Circe almost did the trick. I scratch my hair - no, wait, the foam all over my hair. "There's one thing I want to do still..." I'm not joking around right now, and my voice shows it. How do I explain this to her? Or should I? "You know how you think you need to make amends because of, well..." I bob my head and shake my hands at the general surroundings. "The thing I need to do, it'd be like that if I didn't do it, you know?" I shake my head, I'm pretty sure that made not nearly enough sense. "Anyway, trust me, it's just one small thing and then we'll be out of here!" I smile. nil. fucked around with this message at 19:06 on Jun 25, 2016 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 4/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ Clearing Insecure due to taking foolhardy action last scene (it's a new scene, talked to KittyEmpress). Sooooo me and Circe ditching the others and just, you know, hanging out didn't end up happening. After we prevented the building from falling apart even more and being buried alive, I was gonna have another go at getting into the donjon's systems, but nooo - as soon as it was even a little bit safe, me and Circe get swarmed by journalists. Man, couldn't they have waited? I was a little pissed off and in no mood to really answer their questions. I lost the chance to actually get justice for Hammerton, because there's gotta be something I could use somewhere in the system, right? Anyway, I couldn't very well tell that to the press - 'oh hey, yeah, just doing a little hacking' - so I just put them off. Apparently they wanted my opinion on some interview Princess Patriot gave? When did she have time to give an interview? Anyway, there's no chance for the two of us to make a getaway, or at least it'd take way more smoke bombs than I packed today, liberally thrown into the masses of journalists and that's kiiiiiinda not my style. So I get dragged along with everyone else which, hey, at least has some of it's good sides: I can see that One Man Revolution - someone tells me that's the name he actually picked for himself, and it's pretty good - is heading to a hospital, and so is Eagle J. Aaaaand Corsage is tagging along, which, honestly? Unsurprising. I know what's going on there. Or, well, what Corsage would like to be going on there, yeah? Hi kind of wears his passions on his sleeves. His figurative sleeves, because it might just be my imagination, but I think actual sleeves don't feature a lot in his wardrobe - 24/7 gun show with Corsage around. Not that I'm jealous or anything. But it makes me think about me and Circe and maaaaaaybe grin like an idiot, I mean, while nobody is looking. I'm pretty sure she, well, uh... sees me in a different light now? Don't think I would have just held out my hand for her on our drive back to Corporate Alliance HQ before, yeah? Of course, it's just because I'm trying to support my teammate, things are probably still super stressful for her! Just doing my job as a good teammate and a good friend and... okay, okay! I like her. She's cute and sweet and she makes me smile. But! But, but, but - we'll see where it goes, yeah? I really wanna hang out with her, like I said - and not just because I want to hang out, but because I think she needs some 'her' time too. I mean, I was serious when I said that! We arrive at Corporate Alliance HQ - I got a chance to clean myself up, even though my hair is still not like I'd like it to be, but at least it's not covered in foam anymore - and, whoa, who's this? Did they send one of those construction robots to - oh, hey, wait, no, it's the Crimson Crusader! He uploaded himself into that robot body, right? Because he's actually old as all get out, yeah? Something about 'leaving behind his corporeal form' during the Great War, I think, which never made sense to me, because: What kind of computers did they have back then? Like, with punch cards and as big as a truck? How do you upload yourself into something like that? But, anyway! He's blocking the way into Corporate Alliance HQ and making a speech, pointing. I can't help it, I have to chuckle and cover my mouth with my hand, I mean, better than just laughing out loud! I can't help it, he just makes me think he's going to tell us 'you'll have to answer me these questions three'. Oh. Oh! Naaaaaaw, he wants to, what? Take us under his wing? No, wait, I already used that joke on Eagle J. But yeah, he wants to work with us. Or aaactually... does he, really? Because I know how things usually go down when the older heroes want to 'team up'. It's just this unspoken assumption that they're going to be the ones 'teaching', 'showing the ropes', which would be okay if they meant just that. But noope, what they also mean is that they're going to be the one telling the 'little heroes' what to do. Which is bullshit! I mean, listen to Crimson Crusader, already talking about 'sidekicks', not 'fellow heroes' or something! I cross my arms across my chest. I'm nobody's sidekick! And me insisting on that has nothing to do with what One Man Revolution said about my leash holders back in the donjon! Nope! Princess Patriot talks to him first - big surprise there, it's old guys handing out praise and offering us 'the wisdom of the ancients', of course Patriot is all over that. I have to roll my eyes at what she says to Crimson Crusader. Not that she accepts his offer, but how she says it. 'I dare not refuse it'. Yeah, better watch out there, Princess Patriot, you're getting daaaangerously close there to being honest and dropping that fancy little mask you put on that your dad and your granddad and who knows who else made for you! And then everyone would see that there's actually a person under it. And we can't have that! I mean, there's a legacy to uphold and that's the most important thing! Right? That was sarcasm. In a way, it makes me feel a little for Patriot too, though. I mean, I'm just pissed that she lets everyone control her like that - I'm not just making trouble for trouble's sake this time. Well, guess I'll just have to try to get her to loosen up and just be herself a bit more, eh? Because that's one of my jobs here, making sure my team mates have their head on straight. Yeah! I turn towards Circe and grin. Just helping out everyone, that's me. Yuuup. But anyway, I shouldn't be so hard on Crimson Crusader, maybe he does just want to help. And I mean, being told we did awesome is pretty cool too, I guess. But I have to make sure we start off on the right foot, yeah? Just make it clear that we're looking for training, not 'guidance', otherwise it's all 'do a right hook, dodge, then counter, also I think those people need to be put in their place'. I mean, he's old, right? You never know with old people! Anyway, Mix-Up is springing into action! Which basically means that I amble over to Crimson Crusader, hands in my pockets and end up next to Princess Patriot. "Sure, yeah, we can train with you." I take my hands out and gesticulate, while I am grinning. "You know, have some tryouts, see how it's working out." I hold my grin - obviously I couldn't 'fire' him, that'd be up to the Corporate Alliance, but I can still make him sweat a bit. I mean, figuratively. I look at him, and I can't help but like him a bit, with the dramatic pointing and flexing. But something he said sticks with me, about what it means to be a real hero. Because yeah, just punching out the bad guy isn't really what it should be all about, yeah? That's just necessary sometimes, but saving civilians is more important, right? So I agree with him, which is weird. And then I think of One Man Revolution and how it kind of was him that saved the day and not us, really... and how I can't really think of him as a villain, because that's just not right. Being a hero, a real hero, it shouldn't just be about kicking rear end all the time, it should also be about... uh.... reducing the asses we have to kick. No, that sounds stupid. Well, what I'm saying is that we should improve things, yeah? Make it so things don't get as bad as often. I mean, there's always going to be some bonkers guy that wants to point a deathray at a city just because he thinks that's a cool thing to do, but if things hadn't been so lovely with the construction workers and getting fired, One Man Revolution would never have trashed the donjon, right? Really, he could have been a hero! The thought makes me look back at Circe, and I suddenly feel conflicted. I have that footage of One Man Revolution basically saving the day, which I really should have given to the press by now, only.... only he's saving the day... from Circe. Oh man, this is complicated. or is it? I mean, showing people the truth, that One Man Revolution is not really a villain is the right thing to do, yeah? Because otherwise that'd be hiding the truth and drag someone through the mud just because it'd make us look bad. I always hated that, when people cover up for others just because they're 'from their team'. But... but who I always thought about when I got pissed about something like that was like, cops stonewalling the press when one of them beats someone up, not... Circe. She didn't mean for things to get out of hands, right? "Only things aren't always so easy, I mean, our fight right now... One Man Revolution wasn't evil, yeah?" I didn't really think about doing this, but now I'm already making a bit of a speech. Uh, I guess I could pretend it's because its the fastest way to find out whether Crimson Crusader is cool, but really, I have to get this off my chest. "And he wasn't even a villain! He was just... fighting for what is right, just not...how he should have!" Phew. I breathe out. I need to calm down, I'm getting caught up in things! I brush through my hair - still not perfect, I should have packed an emergency comb alongside my gadgets - and get back my cool. "Aaaaaaaanyway." I smile and walk over to Circe and wink at her. "We saved a lot of people and did our best, yeah? So what if not everything went perfectly?" I shrug, nonchalantly. It's pretty clear I'm talking mainly about Circe right now - I mean, it'd be clear even if I didn't look her right in the eyes and was smiling and... uh. Is she going to blush again? It was adorable. "Noooooobody to blame for that." I want to release that footage of One Man Revolution, but I just know I'd never forgive myself if I didn't speak with Circe first. <nil_> Mix-Up Comfort/Support Circe <nil_> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> nil_, 6+1 = 7 Mark potential, clear a condition, or shift labels (if they open up to you). I bump my shoulder lightly against hers and grin, like we're sharing a joke. Then I turn to face Princess Patriot and Crimson Crusader, and I am at least soooomewhat serious again. "Really, I don't think even One Man Revolution is to blame!" nil. fucked around with this message at 18:42 on Jul 2, 2016 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 5/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ Whoa, whoa, whooooa. And here I was thinking I was gonna have to gear up for the 'young punks, no respect' spiel from Crimson Crusader, but nope, shots fired between Circe and Princess Patriot! Now I maaaaaay be in danger of being biased as me and Circe are kind of going on a da- uh, doing a thing later today. At a roller rink! I admit, that almost made me laugh out loud when Circe suggested that - I managed not to ask her whether she finished completing a time machine in her room that'd take us back to the 50ies. But it fits Circe's whole... thing, and of course I said yes! And I already have a great idea of what I'm going to wear, though it'll take more hair gel than usual... Oh, right! Circe and Princess Patriot! So, like I said, I maaaay be biased, but I'm trying to be fair, yeah? Only Princess Patriot isn't making it very easy! I mean, going right for reminding her that Circe inadvertently did a whole lot of damage? And then talking in that way, with that voice, that's like a parody of every adult's patronizing 'I know better than you' speech. It makes me a little mad, how she just lets herself be like a mini version of what her family already is. And what? Camera shy? I roll my eyes, hard. "Oh no, Princess Patriot has talk to the press. The suffering, the toil, the sacrifice! Nail me to the cross!" I mockingly mimic just that, then shake my head. "Come on, Patriot, you aren't just our PR manager!" Aw man, but they're still going at it! Now they're all up in each others faces! I step closer towards them, though still.. outside slapping distance. I mean, I'm not afraid, but that'd be kind of embarrassing! "I heard we're supposed to be a team? Of superheroes? And not a circus act?" Okay, yeah, I couldn't help but put in that dig at Patriot's costume. "So saving people comes first, and looking good while doing it maaaaaybe second, not the other way around!" "So maybe you can think about how you manage to be all smiles when you're in front of a camera, but as soon as someone who's not tall enough to give you a good pat on the head, like Circe here, it's all claws out." Ah, screw it. I don't stop my impulse and just... well, reach out with my hand to take Circe's into mine and this time, I don't pretend it's to point at something. "It's not like Circe meant for any of that to happen..." Oh man, that last part cam out kind of, uh, not as cool or confident as I meant it to be. Maaaaaybe it's because I totally misjudged how far away I am from Circe and I'm not actually holding her hand but grasping at the empty air instead. I look at where my hand actually is and break eye contact with Patriot and now I look like some fool. Whoops! <nil_> Mix-Up Defend Circe (from Princess Patriot's Provoke) <nil_> !r 2d6-2 <Krysmbot> nil_, 6-2 = 4 +1 from influence on Circe for a result of 5. Marking potential. But 'the op' was a disaster? Pffff. Whatever. Princess Patriot turns to leave, and good riddance. I kind of want to say something, but I can't think of any good burns. Or something that would mend things a little, either would be fine. But I let her leave, then, with a cocky smile and a shrug, I turn back towards Crimson Crusader. "All that youthful energy, eh? But it's cool, it's cool." And then Circe drags me along, and I give a silly wave to Crimson Crusader, but as soon as we're alone I realize how upset Circe really is. Is she... she's crying! Oh man! I don't even feel mad at the people that made her feel that way - is that bad? - but all I want is to make her feel better. She starts talking, hugging herself on the floor - and even before she finished her first sentence, I've gone down on my knees next to her and am giving her a hug. I mean, that's what you should do, yeah? Aw man. She's actually whimpering and crying onto my shirt and keeeep it together Eddy, uh, I mean, Mix-Up! I just let her finish talking, and it's not because I am frenetically trying to think of something that'd help to say! Nope. I let a few moments pass before I pull away a little - just a little, just enough to look her in the eyes. Aw man, what should I do? I should, like, emotionally support her and... all that. I think that's right? I can't think straight, and all kinds of crazy ideas go through my head, like, haha, that the best thing to do right now would be to kiss her? Hahaha, that's... that's... My eyes go wide! I was moving on on Circe and I almost did it! "Oh, haha." Circe needs my support right now, no... fooling around, yeah? So I sit down next to her and put my arm over her shoulder, like a good friend would. "Hey, don't worry Circe, we can fix all of that. Princess Patriot, One Man Revolution, we can clear all of that up." I wave with one hand, as if all of that is no matter - and then notice that finally, finally, my other hand is now holding Circe's. "Don't worry. Aaaaaaaannnd...." I grin. "I think you're an awesome hero. But nobody should be forced into that if they don't want to, yeah?" I look at the ceiling. "But! You shouldn't have to deal with that right now. You're all mixed up...pun intended." I wink. "You need to relax a little, no use trying to deal with all your problems before that! And don't worry, we'll do it together." And then it's finally my turn to blush, even if it's just for a moment. "Uh, I mean I'll help you!" That... that came out wrong. "Aaaaaaaaaanyway." I stretch, stand up and hold out my hand for her, my easy grin on my face. "I know a way of getting onto the roof of the Corporate Alliance HQ - the electronic lock is a joke - it's got a great view and nobody is going to bother us. I'll fetch some snacks, maybe something herbal, and we can just chill out for a bit." "I meant what I said about you needing some 'you time''." My grin widens, and I have to chuckle. "Ooooor maybe some 'me and you time'." I look at her and... and I just hope I can cheer her up. Because that's all I'm doing. "Because that sounds nice." Flinging themselves into easy relief (avoiding solving current problems for now) to clear Hopeless at the end of the scene. nil. fucked around with this message at 18:32 on Jul 3, 2016 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 5/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ A teddy? I mean, a magic teddy, but it's.... I don't know. It's adorable, but maybe there's something to Circe not wanting to be a hero? Things have really hit her hard, even though I told her again and again that it's not her fault. I know it can be tough being a hero, but Circe really is a mess! Or, or maybe it's because she actually can open up to me? I'd like to think so. Maaaaaan, today has been so much more complicated than having to punch some clean-cut evil jerk in the face. First there was One Man Revolution and that speech I gave him, and now here's Circe and I just don't know if I'm doing it right! I mean, when you're fighting a villain you know when you succeeded, right, because they're knocked out. But all this... emotional...stuff.. I don't know if I'm any good at it! I just wish Circe smiled more at my jokes, that'd be something. Oh, whoa, I just thought 'I bet an adult would be better at this'! I must be seriously off my game! Because, yeah, maybe they would, but they'd use it for eeeeeeeeevil. Okay, not evil, but for telling us what to do, yeah? Alright, back on my game! And a good thing too, because Circe still seems miserable, so I just gotta do my best to cheer her up, yeah? And make her like me more, I guess. "Oh, pffffff, Circe, pleeaaase." I roll my eyes exaggeratedly and wave her off. "I'm just gonna forget that bit about money, don't be ridiculous! Those snacks are totally going to taste better when we're sharing them together anyway, so, win-win!" I grin, and I'm not sure whether she's looking at me, with her hair in front of her face like that - so instead of that, I boop the teddy bear she's holding on the nose. I mean, I thought about doing it to her, but then my hand would slip and, uh, who knows where it'd end up! "Aaaaaand getting you to maybe forget a little about all that.. stuff would be worth at least..." I mock-count imaginary money and I look at my hands in fake concentration. "Well, way more than what the snacks cost!" She's still hugging her teddy close to her, still hiding her eyes and I just... I want to help her, okay? I take a breath and gather my courage - and place my hand on hers holding the teddy. "It's not the end of the world, Circe." I let the moment pass - and then drop back into my joking voice again. "Aaaaaand we'd know what the end of the world would look like, right? Well, before we put a stop to it, yeah? Like the awesome superheroes we are." <nilPhone> Mix-Up Comfort/Support Circe <nilPhone> !r 2d6+1 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 11+1 = 12 Mark potential, clear a condition, or shift labels (if they open up to you). Adding a Team to pool. We make a brief stop at my room here at the Corporate Alliance HQ, where I fetch the snacks aaaaand some other odds and ends I had hidden away. Basically, with Circe inviting me to a roller rink, I'd say she maybe would call it 'the reefer'. I have to chuckle at that. Anyway! Super high energy snacks for me - my nanomachines run off my energy, after all - and some normal stuff, both sweet and savoury for Circe. We finally arrive at the electronic lock that is supposed to keep us from getting on the roof, but, haha, it is a joke. Still, I need a few moments to unlock the door, and it's enough time for me to think about some stuff. We kiiiinda left Crimson Crusader in the dust, after giving him a show that didn't really exemplify, uh, I mean, show, us as the heroes he thought we were. Maybe we should apologize? I mean, not apologize, but well, at least tell him something. It's not like he did anything yet, it's not like I give adults 'lip' just because, yeah? Okay! I should totally say something to him, because of Circe! Because she'd totally feel bad for it later - I think that's just how she is. So, yeah, doing this for Circe! Not because I feel bad or anything. I hold up my finger for Circe. "One second." I call up my holographic displays and patch myself into the building's PA system. I clear my throat and then configure it so it at least will only sound where I assume Crimson Crusader still is. "Harken, Earthlings!" I laugh, sorry, I couldn't help myself. Okay, okay, this time do it properly, Mix-Up. "Oh, hey, Crimson Crusader? Sorry, had to jet, important post-dramatic battle stuff, yeah? The one that was on TV, not the other one. Aaaaaanyway, maybe check out the place for now? We'll catch up later, once the team's back together again. We can talk robotics. Okay? Mix-Up...." Cue a drum roll, even though it's only in my head. "....out!" I point with my finger, and because I timed it like that, the door to the roof opens just as I cut the connection to the PA system. "Ta-da!" I lead Circe onto the roof and towards that good spot I know, you've got a great view over a lot of the city!
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 5/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ Oh, phew, is it getting hot in here or what? Haha, that can't be it because we're outside, maybe it's the sunshine? Aaaaanyway, what I'm saying is that of course the stuff Circe wears while we're on a mission is all fancy, but also it means that it's go time, save the day, and all that. But now she's wearing her 'normal' clothes, and, well, she looks great! Aaand... did she just... change in front of me? Magically? "Uh, what?" Oh, whoops, I'm staring. Did I notice before how green her eyes were? I must have, yeah? "Oh, yeah!" I laugh, although in my head I'm still trying to figure out what Circe actually said. "Snacks! Yeah, yeah, right." I grin and rummage through the small hemp backpack I brought with, then get down on my knees and lay out the snacks I brought with my on the ground. "Soooo, we have on the menu: Sugar Supernova, Colonel Chocolate... chocolate, Sour Supernova, Tiny Tacos - which I always say should be tiny tacitos for extra redundancy, Salt Supernova, Pizza Poultice, Sucre Superior, oh, some dried fruits aaaaaaand...." I gather some of the snacks which, not so incidentally are not brand snacks, and put them in their separate corner. "...those one, well, should only be eaten by me." I look up at Circe and flash her a grin. I'm not stupid, I know she's still thinking about that stuff with the magic, but I can't let that get either of us down, yeah? "I mean, it's not like I want to steal the best stuff for myself, it's just that... well, that stuff is for my superpower stuff. I need to eat real high energy stuff to keep them going, yeah?" I make a face. "They don't taste any better, so, you're not missing out on much." I stand up again and lean against the guard rail with her, a mischievous grin on my face. I fetch the blunt I prepared earlier from the back pocket of my jeans - not wearing my coat anymore, just a black shirt, so not as many places to stuff things right now - and put it in my mouth, letting it hang lazily. "Got this too, if you want." I mean, I don't wanna pressure her or anything, yeah? "Help you relax a little, maybe. Becauuuse...." I throw back my hair, produce my lighter from the other back pocket and light up. "If you wanna apologize to Princess Patriot, maybe not do that wheile you're still so...." I wave my hands around, trying to say what I want to with just a gesture. "...yeah? And who knows, maybe by then she'll have apologized! Because she totally should." For a moment, I just look at her - not because I kind of want to do that a lot, but for dramatic effect! - and then lay a hand on her shoulder and smile. "It'd be good, though. You don't need more stuff on your mind. And if I'm honest, I'm pretty sure Patriot is not going to make the first move." I shrug. I watch out onto the city below, quiet for now. She asked me how I feel, and well... I meant what I said earlier about this day being kind of a roller coaster. "It's been a real crazy few hours, eh?" Oh Mix-Up! Such a way with words, haha. But thinking about it brings me back to One Man Revolution and the footage I still have and all that, all that stuff that is so much more complicated than it should be. "We got the bad guy, saved the day. Woo." I slump my shoulders, my voice growing quieter. "Only he wasn't really bad, yeah? I wasn't just saying that to piss Princess Patriot off. Soooo... it didn't feel that great. I mean, they make it sounds so easy, and, hell, everyone thinks it's easy. You got superpowers, go beat up the bad guy, yeah?" "But One Man Revolution..." I finally turn to face her. "... he fought for something good, maybe not in the right way, but... and I helped bring him down. I just wish I could have done more for him." And I keep looking, and I have to look away - and now I'm pretty sure Circe knows what I'm thinking. Which is telling everyone and showing everyone the heroic stuff One Man Revolution did - only it'd make Circe look bad. But it should be clear-cut, yeah? It's the truth and it'd help out someone wronged and heroes are supposed to stand up for what's right, yeah? Only, well, it's Circe. I sigh. "Maaaaaan. So much easier to tell when somebody else is doing the superheroing thing wrong. You'd think it'd make it easier for to tell if I did everything wrong. To just go 'Yup, Mix-Up, good job, you did everything right, you did all you could'." I roll my eyes at myself, mocking myself. "Don't tell anyone..." I drop down into a whisper and lean in, making a joke out of it. "...I'm not always sure I know what I'm doing." I pull back and laugh. "Crazy, right?" Oh, whatever. I'm just... helping Circe open up to me, yeah? I'm just helping her see I'm not all cool all the time. I mean, I'm cool enough to not having to be cool enough all the time. Or something. I look at Circe with, well, I guess, expectation - because I'm offering her some of my snacks! That's why! nil. fucked around with this message at 14:13 on Jul 9, 2016 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 5/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ Soooo even though it's me lighting up here, it's Circe who's jumping from topic to topic according to her own reasons, making it kinda difficult to follow her train of thought. Not that a few puffs like that'd make me all scatter-brained, I mean, I can handle my stuff. She says something about a hookah, and man, a genuine one would be pretty cool, and then it's time for her to talk about One Man Revolution. Yeah, of course he wasn't really bad! Ugh, man, I wish I wasn't feeling so awkward about this, but this whole thing with One Man Revolution and Circe and my recording and what the right thing to do here is sooo much more complicated than I'd like. Still, I can't just ignore this, yeah? Well, I was planning to ignore it for just a bit and just hang out with Circe, but things just continue to be kinda tense. Maaaan... Eh, nothing to it. I shrug and put my hands behind my head, though I guess I might look just the tiniest bit guilty. Just a bit! "Well, I did have an idea how to help him out. What he did, at the end anyway, it was actually kinda heroic, yeah? I mean, cut out what happened before, with the trashing of the donjon... if people just saw him, well..." It's hard to say it: I can't just say 'he saved everyone from you, Circe'! "...how he put his life on the line to protect us, people'd think 'yuuup, that's totally a superhero', yeah? He had a ridiculous primary color outfit and everything. Only, people won't see that side of him, only what they want everyone to see." I focus my eyes on her - I can be serious when I have to! "Because you're right, people that do massive damage shouldn't get away scott free. And I know you mean someone else..." I grin. "Actually biiig mystery who you mean... but that's bull! You did your best and what happened was an accident, yeah? I'm thinking of other people and for them, the damage was not an accident!" I look out over the city, because I need to stop talking for just a second - getting kind of worked up! The problem is of course that all I can see is all these skyscrapers, and no doubt some stupid CEO is planning to fire some people right now! "Aaaaanyway, I... have a recording of One Man Revolution... well, doing what he did before he passed out." I look at her, and I know I'm being a little manipulative - but it's for a good purpose, yeah? "What do you think I should do with it?" Well, it'll have to wait, because Circe is still talking. I have to smile, it makes me happy seeing her like that - or maybe it's just that she's not being all gloomy about what happened earlier. Looks like Circe is taking me on a narrated magical mystery / backstory tour. I mean, it makes sense with the Salem Witch trials, because if those idiots burned actual witches, you'd think you would have heard more about stuck-up priests being turned into newts on the way to the pyre, yeah? Also, apparently there is some sort of magical Atlantis where all the supernatural people hang out? Or, well, some of them, anyway. I can understand having to hide in the past, but it's the 21st century, yeah? Ever since the Event, there's plenty of people with all kinds of weird powers running around, so who'd care that they came from a chemical vat or a spellbook? Plus magic's just science that hasn't been understood yet, even though some would disagree. Pffff, Mister Mystic, whatever. Though, uh, maybe I shouldn't mention it in front of Circe either. I mean, just this moment. Oh, hey, from Japan? And she's called Ami? Pretty name. I just smile. "I'm Eddy." Not Reginald! Ceeeertainly not. "Sooooooo, you come from an utterly isolationist island and got a Japanese name." I grin. "Are you sure zombie Matthew Perry didn't roll up backed by The Black Ships as was all 'sup fam, now you better let us sell you our cheap consumer products or else'." I keep grinning - and then I realize Circe may have no idea what I'm talking about and suddenly I am flustered. Just a little, okay? "Uh, I don't mean Mathew Perry the actor and also not The Black Ships the band, although they did take their name from the kuro... korufu... uh, the actual Black Ships." Oh. Suddenly my unsuccessful joke doesn't seem so important anymore. "They kicked you out because of your powers?!" I frown. "That's not cool. I mean, shouldn't they be the ones who'd be really good at helping you deal with that? And they just kicked you out?" I put my hands on my hips. This is so unfair! "And, man, that must have really sucked for you..." Whoops, now I'm starting to let myself get all gloomy too! That's not how to help Circe and besides, I seriously don't feel like being more of a downer right now. I mean, this was supposed to be a nice chillout, getting some distance from that battle earlier, yeah? And so I grin and put an arm around Circe. "Yeah, you wouldn't ever have met me, and, uh, us, yeah? And it kind of sounds like some people on that island are real jerks, kicking you out like that. But scr - forget about rhem, eh? And you shouldn't stress so much about your powers all the time. We got the power of nuclear fusion and allow some ancient old guys to have the finger on the trigger." I roll my eyes. "So don't stress so much! I know you're doing your best, yeah?" But it looks like I'm not really managing to cheer her up all that much. She's still talking about her power like... they could end the world. They can't right? Because, yeah, that would... be scary. But it's just her being super-anxious, yeah?
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 5/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ And heeeeeeey, I was just thinking about not worrying about blowing the world up too much, how we should all chill a bit, but, nope, reality has other plans! Explosions! Okay, okay, just during those first few seconds I'm not as cool as all that, I maaaaay have dropped a few candy bars from the shock. So sue me! Explosions that are not on my monitor or a TV are not a 'oh yeah, whatever' thing, especially if the explosions are coming... from the building I am currently standing on?! What? Something is exploding in the Corporate Alliance HQ? I feel guilty the second after I catch myself doing it, but my eyes first jump to Circe - and I'm not 100% sure whether it's because I just want to make sure she's okay, or whether it's maybe also a little bit to see whether... whatever happened in that parking garage is happening again. But that's stupid! I already told her, she's got that under control, and I meant it, yeah? Yeah! Oh man, Jackie! Any illusion that this wasn't serious comes to an end as soon as I see her her walking onto the roof of the building towards us, bleeding - and not just a split lip either! Oh man. Okay, Mix-Up, game face on! I mean, not all 'grrr, tough, vaguely authoritarian-bordering-on-fascist men making tough, vaguely authoritarian-bordering-on-fascist decisions', but---- oh, right, Jackie! Circe has already rushed to her side, but still, I do the same. I mean, for our corporate overseer, she's pretty alright. Not that I'd let her bleed out otherwise, but... maaaan, I'm really questioning myself, that thing with One Man Revolution and now not being able to talk with Circe about releasing the footage must still be bothering me. But, I need to get a hold of myself, this is not the time for that! Jackie is hurt! "Jackie, heeeey, we got you!" I put a hand on her shoulder, and with the other ones In rifle through my gadgets in search of my first-aid spray... aaaaaaand then I realize I don't have any of my gadgets with me! Aw man. "Uuuuh." Oh yeah! I know what to do, I saw this on some old TV series. A tourniquet, yeah? I rip off a sleeve of her suit - it's ruined anyway - and tightly wrap it around her arm, above the wound, then fix it with a tight knot. That's how you do that, right? Jackie seems to be in a biiit of pain when I pull the tourniquet tight, but it's not like I have my pain suppressor shots with me, yeah? Hey, I may have my nanomachines, but when I get hit I get hit, okay? It's not like I'm using them to get high. Heh. Hehe. I just realized what I'm gonna do and despite the situation, a stupid grin creeps onto my face. I need some sort of painkiller for Jackie, right? Weeeeeell, it just so happens I have just the thing. "Doctor's orders!" And with that, I take my still lit joint and put it between Jackie's lips. "For the pain. Aaaaaall natural." I wink. But right! Circe is so cute how she takes charge, but I can tell it's mostly because she's nervous, and, who can blame her, yeah? Not to worry, though, I got this. "Okay, Circe, you fly Jackie out of danger - cool broom, by the way - and I'll find out what we're dealing with. Yeah? Aaaaand just in case our communicators get disrupted, here's my phone number." I point at an empty spot in the air, which doesn't stay empty, of course: instead a holographic image of my private phone number pops up. "You know, just in case." I grin. "And we should call up the others too." We still got our phones, after all, not like this is, I don't know, the 80ies, where we have to send a telegram via carrier pigeon when we see that the British are coming. When the villains take down cell coverage, then it's getting serious. And kinda personal for me. Aaaaaaaanyway! I kneel down and resolve not to think about the fact that I'm on top of a tall building where parts of it just exploded and that, by the by, I don't have any of my gadget with me that might help me out if, say, the building were to crumble under me and bury me under tons of cement and steel and all that. Doooooeeeesn't bother me one bit, no sir. Maybe I should have taken one last drag on that joint, though... Instead, I take a bite from one of the remaining high-energy candy bars - to power up for whatever nutso villain is no doubt behind this, of course! Comfort food? Pffff. Okay. I pull up the holographic screen in front of me, and already my nanomachines are scrambling, flying out in search of what is going on, gathering data, at least temporarily powering up parts of the security system of the building, just enough to briefly see what is going on. Sooo, what are we dealing with...? <nil_> Mix-Up Assess <nil_> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> nil_, 7+3 = 10
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 5/5 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ My nanomachines 'revive' security cameras all around the building for just a few seconds, which results in a halting feed consisting mostly of pixel-y, stuttering footage and it's like I have the woooorst internet connection or I'm running Youtube on some grandma's relic from, like, the 90ies. I admit I get kinda absorbed in all the data coming in, and Circe bringing Jackie to safety and returning is a blur, both literally and figuratively. Hey, I gotta concentrate, right? People are always all 'why are you so caught up in that computer, you can't even hold a conversation'. It's just focus, yeah? Not like I'd give some doctor grief during an operation just because they can't concentrate on both me quizzing them about, I don't know, football, and, you know, trying to do a heart transplant. But aaaaanyway, I finally gather enough data, display it all on my holographic screens and maaaaan, this doesn't look so great! I mean, the explosions were kinda already definitely announcing the 'not your fun neighbourhood prankster villain' aspect, but... Captain Calliope?! I'll be honest, when I first see him on the security feed, I stop chewing my high-energy candy bar. Okay, okay, I might have almost dropped it. From my mouth. That was hanging open. I blink, blink again - and then catch myself. That... that can't be him, right? Because, a)he's a hero and b) he's dead. I mean, yeah, okay, there's a looooot of weird things that might be happening, and some hero from the Great War still being alive wouldn't be the weirdest thing and... but he's a hero, right? Well, was. I frown. Naw, the likeliest explanation is that it's just some guy cosplaying as Captain Calliope, yeah? I mean, the Captain was a pretty heavy hitter, from what I remember... what were his powers? Flying, and being tough, and punching really hard and... something about elemental attacks? Maybe? Anyway! It's far more likely it's just some guy trying to intimidate us, yeah? Althouuuugh.... if whoever that guy is was just some normal guy without any powers, that little charade would be over real soon and it'd be even kind of a stupid idea. Because if some hero comes along and thinks you're 'I am now suddenly evil!' Captain Calliope, that hero might not hold back with the punches, because, hey, Captain Calliope, he can take it. Buuuuut.. if you're a normal guy, well, you'll end up in the hospital if you're lucky! So maybe there is something to this guy...? Or could it be that he really is him? I shake my head. I gotta keep my head in the game, for now, I'll just assume that's some imitator - that's really more reasonable. I mean, if someone steals a car and rants at the cops how brain slugs from outer space made him do it, they're still going to arrest him. The stuff with the brain slugs cooould actually be true - but who accepts that explanation first? Occam's Razor... uh.... all... up in this. Oh, hey, Circe is back! I tell her everything I've learned - that there's someone who miiiight be Captain Calliope and also evil, that they're definitely going for something, all that - and as soon as I've done so, I immediately regret it. Because Circe just speeds off on her broom, after telling me she's going to 'stop them'! Aw maaaaaaan, that's not good! We need to be working together! And add to all of that that I'm pretty sure Circe is still feeling guilty about what happened, and with that Circe might just decide to do something really stupid. I mean, we don't even know what the bad guys want to get - Jackie had no idea! It might just be the recipe for the Corporate Alliance's newest joint-venture soft drink or whatever! That's not worth, uh, risking your life for! But Circe is gone and I am still sitting here on the roof, cross-legged, without any of my gadgets and starting to freak out. But nope! No time for that, instead, it's time to jump into action, like a superhero is supposed to! I mean, I'm gonna think more about stuff than your average superhero, or, well, the stereotypical 'punch the bad guys' superhero, but.... Nevermind! Jumping into action! I get on my feet and since I do not have a fancy broom, I have to run. First order of business: get at least some of my gadgets, so I'm heading down towards my room. Luckily, I'm a pretty good runner - not some sort of parkour prodigy, but still - so I'm making pretty good progress, my holograms lanterns projected ahead of my path illuminating stuff making sure I don't stumble over anything, since, yeah, the power is still down. While I'm running, I dial one of several numbers I have decided to call - first up: Jackie! "Yeah, hey, Jackie, all safe? Sooooo... can you get me the access codes for the security system of the Corporate Alliance HQ? I know they're currently kinda lazing about, no power and all that, but, I'm working on that, yeah? And once I do, I was planning to go all..." I grin, and make my voice go faux-robotic for the next part. ".... S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y L-O-C-K-D-O-W-N. Aaaaaaand that'd really help. Alright, cool, gotta jet, call me back! Mix-Up... out!" I put Jackie's call on hold - by moving a holographic icon floating in front of me to the side, and call the next number, or,, numbers really - of Princess Patriot, Eagle J and Corsage. "Heeeey guys, so, looks like some ne'er-do-wells decided to attack the Corporate Alliance HQ, explosions and all that, but it's still standing. Me and Circe are on it, though. " On the spot, I decide not to mention that Circe has gone off to... face what might just be one of the most powerful heroes - ex-heroes - head on because of, well, because of her whole thing. "Sooooo, what's up with you?" I finally arrive at my room and quickly grab one of the backpacks containing an assortment of some of my gadgets of the shelf - not that I keep this around at all time just in case our corporate overlords try to get rid of us or anything, haha. Ridiculous! With another hand gesture, I mute myself for the call with the rest of the team and then finally start calling Circe. But she calls me first! For a silly second, I wonder whether we're thinking the same thing, like we're, I don't know, connected - but right now it's more important to keep a cool head and keep Circe from doing anything stupid, yeah? And I say all that, but what Circe is saying, about the roller rink, that she is actually concerned that she is bothering me, like this is important in this situation... it makes me smile. Though I guess it makes me feel for hr too, because she sounds so... well, not unhappy, but... resigned? Which is not a good thing when you're going into battle with some seriously dangerous dudes! I make an effort to stay cheery, carefree, though it does bother me that Circe is talking about herself like that. Like she doesn't matter! Which is bull. "Hey, hey, hey, Circe, no talk like that. We're gonna kick the bad guys' asses, we're gonna look like big heroes, and then we'll go roller skating, yeah?" I breathe in. "I know you still feel bad about what happened, but this isn't how you make that better! Not by giving up, or, well, throwing yourself at the bad guys, that's not... " I frown as I notice myself getting... upset? Concerned? Well, not as cool as I should be. "You just keep them busy... and just busy, yeah? And I'll catch up with you and then - pa-pow! We'll fight them and defeat them, together, yeah?" Ah, the elevator! "Hold on a second." I force open the elevator door, fetch my grappling gun from my backpack, fire it at some point above - then jump in and start rappelling down. Man, it's dark! "Promise me, as your friend. Yeah? Come on, we'll laugh about this in a few hours, this isn't the time for 'end of the world' stuff. And..." Aw, here it comes. "And... I don't want to lose you. And I bet you... I bet you... uh, want to go roller skating rather than being all doom and gloom too, right? Soooooo... just distracting them and slowing them down, okay? Until I can come back you up." I grin. "It'll be awesome!" <nilPhone> Mix-Up Provoke Circe <nilPhone> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> nilPhone, 9+3 = 12 Mix-Up wants Circe to only distract and slow down the opposition and not put her life on the line. If Circe does it, add 1 Team. If Circe doesn't do it, mark a condition. nil. fucked around with this message at 16:25 on Aug 5, 2016 |
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Freak: +1 | Danger: +0 | Savior: -2 | Superior: +3 | Mundane: +1 Afraid | Potential: 0/5 | Hold: 2 | Location: Corporate Alliance HQ Taking the advance 'Belong in two worlds (Online Community)'. Well, alright, at least Circe is saying she's not going to do anything stupid, but they way she's saying it is... I don't know, it worries me! It's like she's... detached from what is going on, or resigned, and that's not what you should sound like when you're going into a battle for life or death. Or am I just freaking out because she's all calm, and I'm still... okay, One Man Army with that big-rear end hammer earlier today was pretty intimidating, okay? And now this... I shake my head and clear my thoughts. I gotta stay positive, yeah? I give my thoughts a forced break by grabbing onto the ladder inside the elevator shaft, detaching and reeling in my grappling hook, then reattaching it next to me - it's not long enough to let me rappel down all in one go, of course! And of course, I have to really concentrate and can't spend the time doubting myself or anything like that, or thinking about how serious the situation is. I mean, Circe was talking about not being sure if she's going to be back... No, no, no, you know what? That's bull. We're gonna make it, we're gonna kick rear end, yeah! "Hey, Circe, of course you're gonna 'make it back', come on!" I roll my eyes while continuing to rappel down, towards where the generators or what's left of them are - not that Circe can see it. Still! "I'll have those generators back up in no time..." Somehow. If everything has been blown to bits, it's gonna be a biiiiiit tough. Even though I'm usually quite good with bits, hehe. "... I told the others what's up... " Nooot that they've actually responded. It got through to them, right? Maybe they're.... busy with... something? "... we just gotta play it smart!" Yeah, not just smash stuff - because when you do that, it's always the smashiest that wins, and, well, that's usually not me! I finally arrive at the level the generators are at and.... the door is stuck! I pull and pull, but it won't open. Maaaaaaaan, that's just... but it's cool, nobody's watching and making jokes about noodle arms. Uh, not that that's the problem here! "Also, Circe, if things get too tough, we should switch up - I distract the bad guys, you do the other stuff. Yeah? Occaaaasionally I can be pretty good at getting under people's skin, and I can walk you through anything technical over the phone. Right? Just...." My voice falters for just a second. "Just stay safe, yeah?" Aaaaannnnyyyyway. I spray some of my apparently now signature foam into the gap between the elevator door, make it expand, forcing the door open just enough for me to fit through. Aw, man, this is a mess! This is where the bombs went off, right? I admit I maaaaay have studied the blueprints, power lines and security of the Corporate Alliance HQ before this, I mean, I'm not paranoid and I also totally wasn't planning to hack into their network at any point. Totally. But I barely recognize this - for a moment it's like I'm someplace I have never been. Is there even enough left of the generators to repair them? Weren't there some backup generators? Or... or maybe I can re-connect it to the general power grid, I mean, the generators are just a security measure, yeah? To be independent of the power grid, if that ever goes down. Maybe I can fix things by connecting the HQ to that, I mean, I saw that the city's power was still okay... Okay, yeah, this is a lot. I need to take a breather. And I need help! So while I scan my surrounding, get a lay of the land, I crouch down and call up another holographic screen. Okay, I'll make this short for now: Some people online like what I'm doing, at least sometimes, and they help me out on my missions. My work. Ugh, with my superheroing business! But I'll make it clear right away: They're not my fan club! Okay? Because, first off, they're too, uh, independent to really be my rabid fans. Which means they sometimes can be a bit... well, they don't have the same perspective as me that actually has to do stuff, yeah? A lot of stuff sounds real easy when you're just in front of a monitor... But they're pretty smart, and I like to keep the circle small. I mean, it's not a 'like and subscribe if you would like to see more of me punching supervillains in the face' kind of deal, yeah? Just a small community of smart people - I have to keep it small, because I also use them to look into my nanomachines and... But I wanted to keep it short! Alright, just a short video message and... oh, drat! I forgot! My mask! I quickly put it on - I mean, I don't know who a lot of them are in real life, and I'm a superhero, so, gotta be stay safe! Okay, record. "Yo, hey, people. Maybe you already read about what happened earlier at the donjon, buuuuuuut... I kinda felt that could use another take, so, here I am! Here being the Corporate Alliance HQ - hail mammon - with stuff blowing up around me, funny how that works. Anyway, not 100% on what's going on yet, and backup is a little sparse, sooooo I thought of you! Right now I gotta get the power back on, and not just because I'll have to charge my phone eventually! Thoughts?" nil_> Mix-Up Belong in Two Worlds <nil_> !r 2d6+3 <Krysmbot> nil_, 4+3 = 7 Hold 2. I admit, just hearing back from them is probably going to help. I'm pretty sure I can figure something out, but know someone has my back would really help out. I mean, I got the rest of the team, especially Circe, buuuut... fact is, I'm here, just on my own. But it's cool, it's gonna be fine.
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