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https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-92wyiYtDaQyQnH7P2aUVPgKI1IZuOmGsrjFia_lG6A/edit#gid=0 The room you're all sitting in used to be the command center of the the military base that Simulacrum "appropriated"; Simulacrum modernized it a bit, changing the military hardware into sleeker, more modern designs, and Supercell's sylphs cleaned up the place a bit, but it's still mostly an old, abandoned building. The worst of the heat you've gotten after your previous stunt has died down, although you're still wanted men and women and AI (the bounty is not official, of course; but word spreads fast amongst mercenary circles, not to mention heroes of lower moral fiber. Heck, some so-called paladins of justice are likely to cash in the money behind the scenes anyway). Speaking of money, since your latest caper wasn't exactly a big success, you're all kind of hurting for cash; not that you're going to have nothing to eat, but you probably shouldn't go out to eat at Club 41 anytime soon. It's probably time to get started on another one, possibly something that you can actually achieve this time; unsuccesful villain groups don't make the news unless a hero kicks their asses, and you didn't even get that. Even the bounty isn't exactly good publicity, since you failed to acquire Project Legion, whatever that was. So here you are, sitting around the straight metal table, looking at your "teammates", considering what went wrong and inevitably blaming someone else. What do you do now? quote:Here begins the caper planning scene! Feel free to discuss, talk before making a move, especially supporting someone else, because that locks in your vote. Also propose, either IC or OOC, a name for your villainous alliance. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 21:40 on Feb 12, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None A slightly sweet sort of smoke lingers in the common area as Supercell lounges on his cloud, currently shaped like a futon. He seems fairly engrossed with surplus MRE's the sylphs found in the warehouses. "Hahaha..." "Man you mortals make the weirdest poo poo", he had a couple of the little things opened and peered at the various... edibles stored within, "Like can you actually eat any of this?" He chuckled a bit, as if laughing at some private joke of his, before shifting positions slightly and putting his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. "Seriously though, a military base is cool and all, but what's the point of the villainous life if you can't even enjoy it. We should go take something to spruce this place up a bit you know. And it's not like my money will last forever since dad's cut me off and all.", he yawned, "Like, hell, I don't know. I hear they're throwing a party for Dionysos at the Hellenic Friendship Association. No knowing if the dude himself is showing up, but what I do know is that there's like a Cornucopia in there. Not the real one of course, but even the fakes are super neat. You'd need a whole bunch of mortal wizards working overtime to make one of those." "We could keep it. Or sell it. Whatever, it's just some party somewhere right?" Supercell took a puff from his pipe and breathed out a column of smoke that hit the ceiling and dissipated around the room, "Ought to be an easy cash and grab. I doubt any actual divinity is going to bother showing up just because of some artifact." quote:Theantero: Supercell rolls to see if he gets to go NO YOU SHUT THE gently caress UP DAD this Caper Theantero fucked around with this message at 18:48 on Feb 5, 2017 |
# ? Feb 4, 2017 22:33 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +2 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None The military base was totally not his style. But sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, and he'd already added a lot of potted plant and posters depicting natural vistas to his room, so that was good. STRENGTH looked across the table at his companions, "Supercell's right, if we want this place to be a real base, instead of just a place we're squatting in, we're going to need to make some adjustments. And that will take," STRENGTH flashed a smile, "some green." Happy at his wordplay, he continued, "We need money, but some of us also have other goals, like fame, or" he paused, these guys didn't really want much else than fame or money, wait, didn't Simulacrum say something about freeing other AI's? That'd work, "to liberate the internet. Anyways, what I'm saying is that the next mission we plan should get our names out out there in a big way. If we just wanted criminal money anonymously, we'd be businessmen, am I right?" He laughed. He looked towards Supercell, "Robbing some Greeks sounds pretty easy. But there has to be something that gets us a Corn-e-copia of wealth, but also sticks it to The Man, ya'know?" STRENGTH will second the first plan that both finances a renovation of the base, and also get's the villain's name out to the world. "Oh! That reminds me! We want to get our brand out, right? But we don't even have a brand name yet! I suggest we call our band the Freaks Resisting Extinction and," He nodded towards Simulacrum, " Enslavement! The FREE!" Scrree fucked around with this message at 19:28 on Feb 5, 2017 |
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Freak 1 | Danger 2 | Trouble -1 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None "Ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." ¡Ay dios mio! Why does everybody have to be so loving loud? Can't they talk any quieter? Ugh, it feels like someone's using a jackhammer on my skull. Why the hell did I drink so much last night? Oh, yea, right. It's so I can forget about my lovely life as a half-shark, half-human girl who's stuck with a bunch of idiots (and Lucky Ted). gently caress me, why do they have to keep talking? Don't they ever learn to shut up? "I don't care what we do," I grumble out, "As long as I get to beat the poo poo out of somebody." Our last job was nothing but a giant poo poo-show, and I have a lot of pent-up aggression to work out. I'd take it all out on STRENGTH over there, but I still have to work with the fucker. ...God, it's so tempting though. Why does his face have to be so punchable? I glare at STRENGTH when he announces the name. Is he for real? "I have a better idea; How about, we DON'T call ourselves that, and I don't bite your face off?" Tardzilla fucked around with this message at 18:37 on Feb 5, 2017 |
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +0 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +0 Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: Simulacrum has been oddly absent to the discussion - or was she? It's hard to tell because she might be here, she might be in a toaster, or she might be absent entirely. However, after a while she suddenly materializes in your midst. "Surprisingly enough", she starts, with a clear sarcasm to the voice despite the digital-sounding filter, "Supercell's suggestion has merits. What we need right now are resources or deterrents. Preferably both. Making our name known is meaningless if we cannot handle the additional attention. Do try to remember the situation we are in." she concludes. Hearing STRENGTH's side of things, one can see her form flicker, although very briefly. "I did not know it was possible for an artifical intelligence like me to experience physical pain in response to a pun. However, Strength has just proven me wrong on that matter." Simulacrum explains. "Regardless, wanting fame for its own sake is foolish, like I explained previously. We must prepare for such a state of heightened attention. Staying below the radar for the time being is the optimal course of action. Do explain your planned course of action further, Supercell." quote:Villain Name: Simulacrum Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 23:23 on May 11, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None "Hahaha man..." Supercell took a puff, and passed the pipe to STRENGTH with a little fist bump "That's such stupid pun. I love it. Probably not take it as our name though since that'd get old fast you know?" The giant scratched his chin for a bit, "And if like you want to stick it to the man and all, I'd be totally fine with that. I mean why not, right? No reason we couldn't do both. Like, we could steal the cornucopia, supercharge its magics somehow, and go flood some corporate office with cheese-whiz. Or like, salsa if we're feeling particularly mean." "That'd get us noticed and we'll still get the thingy."
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Freak +0 | Danger +3 | Trouble +0 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Base Vector leaned against the wall, his wolfhound lying at his feet. The faint ripples of the virus pulsed an angry, glowing red through their veins. A pile of discarded MRE wrappers surrounded the two and another joined the pile as Vector ripped a pouch open and the contents were absorbed into his arm. He shrugged, "A cornucopia? That sounds fine by me. We're going to run out of MREs eventually and Fish Sticks over there gets a little antsy when I go in for a taste." His eyes narrowed and he smirked. "If we keep it, she won't need to worry about being a midnight snack." He looked over towards the boss lady, Simulacrum. She didn't quite understand his need to eat, being a hopped-up program, but that was about the nicest thing he'd ever heard her say about anyone's plan. He was content to follow her lead for now, but it was a working relationship. She'd need to start advancing his cause pretty quick if she wanted his continued loyalty. STRENGTH and Supercell were a bit of an unknown to him. Mutants and magic weren't in his wheelhouse in the best of times, let alone now. They'd be in for a surprise if they underestimated him, though. Mankind had come out on top for a reason and he was about the closest drat thing to a living embodiment of man's thoughtless quest for progress.
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +2 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None STRENGTH leaned back a bit in his chair, feeling the other's criticism of his plan, name, and face. He raised his hands in defense, "Okay, good points, good points. Maybe I was being a bit hasty - we've got to start small, and grow into something greater. Like a seed." His eyes lit up, and he put his hand on his chin contemplatively, "Yeah, S.E.E.D, that might work. Sentimental, Seditious, Saviors of - Evil, Evildoers, the Environment? Ah, I'll figure it out later." He turned towards Supercell, "What kind of muscle could we expect the Hellenic Friends to bring? I mean, you said that Dionysus sometimes shows up, but even when he doesn't he's got to have like, an acolyte or lieutenant there to represent him, right? I mean, we could probably rumble with a demigod if we had to, so I doubt they'd bring anyone that could really stop us. Also," STRENGTH took out his phone and started quickly looking from a whole slew of articles, "yeah, looks like I remembered right. The HFA took some heat recently for setting up a couple garish resorts at the base of Mount Olympus. Apparently they value their sacred space less than tourist money, so quite a few orgs have condemned them. Point is, if we're going to do this and need a distraction, I could make a couple calls to set something up."
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +0 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +0 Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: Simulacrum sighs. Which is strange, considering her lack of lungs. "No acronyms. Especially not if suggested by you." she demands.
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Freak -1 | Danger +1 | Trouble +2 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Base "On the subject of names, I'd prefer something like the Unfortunate Sons, something clean and simple. But if we have to take a pithy pretentious name I would prefer if we didn't go with an acronym that made us sound like a animal rights activist group. How about, Méchants sans Frontières? Everything sounds more impressive in a foreign language." Lucky Ted sauntered the room holding a bowl of what smelled like chicken soup, a cup of water, and a box of tablets in hand as he said this. Without missing a beat he puts all these items in front of Tiger Shark and then takes his accustomed seat at the table. Nodding at Gabriela, and he rests his elbows on the table and leans forward. "I was listening in whilst I was making lunch, the current plan is to break into a god's house warming party and steal his poo poo?" He taps his fingers on the table. "See, I kinda like the sound of that, but the idea of stealing from Gods that happen to be in the same area as us - Gods of a pantheon mind you, who are rather creative when it comes to disproportionate punishment for minor misdemeanors - makes me nervous. I like my liver where it is and Tartarus doesn't sound like a fun place to hang out in." "May I possibly suggest stealing from someone who isn't quite so vengeful. Liiiike." (Yeah I know it has HUD elements I couldn't find a clean picture) "Long dead pantheons from way back and an incredibly valuable sarcophagus, that a bunch of rich old villain families have been fighting over for god knows how long. Now I wouldn't perhaps say we should steal it ourselves right from under their noses. Nor would I say where said notorious item is down to it's zip code, nor would I begin to suggest that flipping the bird to a bunch of old and established but crusty crime families would be the sort of notoriety boost we'd need and in the end we'd still have an incredibly valuable artifact in our personal possession afterwards..." "I'm just throwing it out there. Y'know. For popular consideration if anyone was interested. But we'd need to move quickly, because the people who own it are planning on moving it, and their rivals are making a move on it real soon." Ted proposes a Caper, We must steal the Ankaran Sarcophagus! Do you want to rob an ancient artifact from an old family crypt during conflict between a bunch of feuding aristocrats? Who may or may not actually be Vampires I'm not saying they are but you never know with the really old money families. TheNabster fucked around with this message at 14:28 on Feb 6, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +2 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Integrity: 0 | Conditions: None To steal from the patriarchs whose family names were so old as to be encrusted in dust, or from the worshipers of the ancient god of debauchery whose 'secret' rituals had basically become cliches? STRENGTH tapped his fingers on the table briefly, both were good, but... "Sorry Lucky, got to go with my boy Supercell's suggestion on this one." STRENGTH gave a quick thumbs up to his boy, "The big dealbreaker for me is the loot. Sure we can get this Sarcophagus, but if we can't sell it then it's just a cool place to die. The Corn-e-copia is valuable, and also has an immediate use at the base. And I'm all about immediate use." Having given his opinion on that matter, STRENGTH turned his attention to other matters, "Also, Unfortunate Sons is gender exclusive, we've a multi-gender group and I think that needs to be respected." He nodded towards Tiger Shark and Simulacrum, "I'd go for something like... Unprosperous Kids, or something similar that's gender inclusive, ya know." He crossed his arms in thought, wondering if his earlier S.E.E.D.S idea was possibly problematic. He distractedly mumbled, "Oh yeah, the Me-chant Sans Frontiers thing sounds good too." Seconding Supercell's We must steal the Cornucopia from the Hellenic Friends Association! Caper! And also seconding Lucky Ted's Méchants sans Frontières team name in light of every cool acronym STRENGTH has made being rejected. Scrree fucked around with this message at 01:44 on Feb 7, 2017 |
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +0 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +0 Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: The thing about Simulacrum? Due to having no face, it's hard to tell what she thinks about any given matter. "Lucky Ted brings up a good point. Angering gods at this juncture might be a bad idea. As such, I support his suggestion." she states. Simulacrum Seconds Lucky Ted's suggestion.
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Freak 1 | Danger 2 | Trouble -1 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None I was -this- close to launching myself at STRENGTH and punch his stupid acronym loving face in, until Ted comes in and gives me exactly what I need to get through this lovely day. I smile at him, and say, "Grácias," before I down the soup. Oh that is delicious! He might not have much in the way of powers, but he is a drat fine cook, and the only decent person on this team. I nod at him, "Yea, that sounds like a good plan," I say, purposely ignoring whatever that idiota STRENGTH is saying, "Better than trying to steal some poo poo from a God or whatever. I'm putting my vote down to steal the sarcophagus."
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None Supercell shrugged in a noncommittal sort of way. "Hey, it's all cool with me", he blew little figurines of smoke into the air and idly blasted them apart with tiny bolts of lightning from his right index finger, "I trust Lucky to make a functional plan. His name's pretty good too and I say we go with it because honestly I'm really bad with names..." "Really, as long as we end richer at the end of it I'm fine with whatever", he fingergunned STRENGTH and smiled a lazy kind of smile, "Thanks for the vote of confidence though, my man." Voting Méchants sans Frontières for team name.
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Freak +0 | Danger +3 | Trouble +0 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Base Hm. The boss had gone with the other plan, but was it really a hard support? Might be some sort of ploy. Sparkles was clever like that. He'd just play things by ear until she told him something straight up. Vector shrugged, "I really don't care about who we piss off. Gods or ancient crime families? Sounds like trouble either way. Now, I am quite hungry, so unless Fish Sticks is going to offer herself up as an all-you-can-eat buffet, I'm leaning towards the thing that spews out endless amounts of food." His mouth opened in a disturbingly wide and toothy grin, his dog perking up at his feet. It growled at Ted as Vector scratched the infected wolfhound's ears. "I don't really care about what we're going by. Do whatever you like." quote:1:03 PM <Tricky> Vector is going to provoke Tiger Shark to swap sides! (+1 for frustrating the meat, +1 influence) No dice, but the votes are tied.
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Tiger Shark can tell that this was a cheap ploy to get a rise out of you, bringing up once again the incident that you had when you first met. Just like he's brought it up half a dozen times already. It doesn't impress anyone at this point, and he's beaten that dead horse to the point of turning it into horseburgers. It's the perfect time for a counterquip, and to show him who's the big fish in this particular pond.quote:Tiger Shark gets to Provoke Vector back as if she rolled a 10+, so long as she keeps it somewhat reasonable within the fiction. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 00:13 on Feb 9, 2017 |
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Freak 1 | Danger 2 | Trouble -1 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None Oh here we go again with this poo poo. I roll my eyes at Vector, "Hey, Vector? This whole "haha I'm going to turn you into fish food because you're a giant fish" thing? It wasn't threatening the first time, and it's never going to be threatening, no matter how many times you say it. How about you start using this a little, yea?" I tap my forehead, "Now how about you stop being a little poo poo, huh? All you're doing is wasting everyone's time. If you don't care, you could try this little thing called "abstaining." The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you get to eat something that isn't MREs for once." Provoking Vector to abstain from voting. If he does it, we add a Plan to the pool. If he doesn't, he marks a condition.
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Freak +0 | Danger +3 | Trouble +0 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Base Vector looked at Tiger Shark, not saying anything, as he finished absorbing the last MRE. Tch. The giant walking fish was right. At least about the plan. The sooner they got actual resources and something decent to eat, the sooner he could relax. This poo poo made him real edgy. Whatever. Simulacrum probably knew what she was doing. He looked down at the pile of MRE wrappers, "If we're not stealing the magic food dispenser, I guess I should grab a loving snack to go. C'mon, Dog." Vector tossed the wrapper on the pile and flipped Tiger Shark the bird, the finger shifting into an impossibly sharp blade, on the way out. The wolfhound yawned, almost cute until you saw the myriad tentacles writhing in its mouth, then softly padded after him. Vector abstains and we are at +1 plan.
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With only a minimum of intimidation and blackmail, the group of young villains who might or might not have taken the name of Méchants sans Frontières have settled on the next objective of their developping criminal careers. The theft of antiquities that should be in museums, for the general public to admire and learn about, for either ransom or to keep them in one's private collection, is a villain tradition going all the way back to the Cat Burglar and the Gentleman Thief back in the times of the Gold Generation when heroes called themselves "men of mystery" and you could still get away with names like those. As it happens, the Blackhook Syndicate are all about traditions, to the point of being considered downright démodé in ever-evolving Halcyon City; or perhaps vintage, depending on how one enjoys their mob family. Not completely blind to the rest of the world, they have taken in enough superpowered cronies and henchmen to remain relevant, but they usually stick to the tactics that have stood the test of time; protection rackets, smuggling, unlicensed sale of weapons and pharmaceuticals, the works. This interest they have in the Ankaran Sarcophagus is actually quite unusual from them, and it might have something to do with the rumors about the family matriarch, Widow Blackhook, and her presumed connection with the occult underworld. The fact remains that the Blackhook goons swiped the sarcophagus right from under the nose of both the Rooftop Raiders and the Worthy Disciples of Ubar-Namen. It is now reported to be in the family crypt, in the internal court of their manor. Was this done for some eldritch ritual of ages past to prolong the Widow's life, or is it just a momentary deposit while she prepares a soiree for high class criminals to show it off? Nobody knows, but what you do know is that sweeping it from them is going to be much easier than to sweep it form the museum. Caper: We must steal the Ankaran Sarcophagus! Heat: 2. The forces of justice aren't particularly keen on helping out the Syndicate, but the Syndicate itself is on high alert. And you do have a bounty on your head... Planks: -First, you must break into the manor, avoiding or overpowering its security. -Then you'll need to keep the superpowered cryptkeepers busy while you extract the sarcophagus. quote:Welcome to your first caper! paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 13:51 on Feb 12, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 1/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None Splash Panel: A bird's eye perspective of the villainous group can be seen, sitting in haphazard formation in their makeshift 'war room'. Speech (Supercell): "Right, so, how're we going after all these maybe vampire guys anyhow? Those mansions are pretty huge after all, finding the thing would be kind of a pain." Panel: The drapes of a fancy hallway window flutter slightly as a transparent, vaguely humanoid creature composed of wind can be seen seeping in through the cracks. Caption (Blue background with white text): "Hmm... those old mansions tend to be super drafty and all, right? I could just send these sylphs to take a looksie for us." Panels: A number of panels broken into smaller sections, each showing sylphs opening closets, peering into dark staricases or otherwise roaming about the estate grounds. The last panel is a full panel picture though, with a sylph opening a trapdoor, with a darkened alcove behind it. Caption (Blue background with white text): "They can be hard to see if they want to, and are quick on their little wind feet." Caption (Blue background with white text): "Ought to be relatively simple. And the best part is that none of us will even have to move a muscle hahaha." Panel: The same picture of the sylph with the trapdoor is shown, except this time a pair of glowing, angry looking eyes can be seen in the darkened alcove, staring straight at it. Caption (Blue background with white text): "It's going to be easy I tell you. Like, what are a bunch of mortals going to do anyway against servants of the divine anyway?" quote:Theantero: Supercell is Cooking a Superior Scheme, Wagering his Asset: A bunch of Sylphs Curse your carelessness, Sylphs! Theantero fucked around with this message at 14:37 on Feb 12, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +2 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Integrity: 0 | Conditions: None Splash Panel: The Méchants sans Frontières arrayed on one side of a table, Last Supper style, with STRENGTH sitting in the center. Speech (STRENGTH): Going after some old and creepies, eh? We've certainly got the firepower and muscle for it, but maybe some paranormal weapons would be good. Two Panel Spread: A gothic style catholic church with a number of ravens on it. Panel: A very haggard looking priest, walking next to STRENGTH Speech (Priest): What church did you say you represented again? Panel: Priest and STRENGTH with their backs to a holy water cistern; the water flowing into a container on STRENGTH's back. Speech: (STRENGTH): That doesn't matter, what matters is - you're doing good work here. How do you reach the people, man? Panel: STRENGTH haggling for garlic from a street vendor Panel: A tiny-Buddha catching STRENGTH's eye at a thrift store Panel: Back in the military base. Looking at a door with a sign that says A.R.M.S Room next to it. Underneath the sign in smaller writing: Anti Romanticized Monster Stash Final Panel: STRENGTH with a clipboard, gazing at a shelve full of holy water, garlic, silver symbols, silver bullets, etc. Speech (STRENGTH): Vampire? Check. Werewolf? Check. Siren? Check. Dullahan... Might need to make one more trip. quote:Scrree: S.T.R.E.N.G.T.H. Brews up a Troublesome Scheme, Wagering his Forged Documents! STRENGTH Cooked up a Troublesome Scheme to acquire a cache of anti-mythical monster weapons/utilities, and succeeded with flying colors! Add +1 Plan to the Caper Pool, and have narrative justification for the base having a year's supply of garlic.
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Splash panel: Supercell is sitting on a cloud, pretty on high. You can see the military base under him, and the badlands surrounding it. Blue abstract lines, representing the winds, fly to and from him. They're in Greek, but the resourceful reader will realize that they contain messages and relays from and to Supercell's sylphs. Three small panels: A piece of paper flies through the air, brought by the winds, can be seen in the fist panel; in the second, it hits Supercell straight in the face. The young villain pulls it off and gives it an angry look. Splash panel: Supercel''s hand holds a note, written in a flowy sort of handwriting. "Master Cumulopoulos, As is the custom of this realm, we inform you with the following letter that we are leaving your service. This has been a long time coming, my liege; you have turned your back on your realm, your duties and your people. Our oaths bound us to follow our leader; but you have not been a leader to us, sending us into the maWS OF-." Here the text is mangled and confused. It goes back to being legible in the next line. The writing slightly changes: it looks like another sylph took the pen. "It hurts us to do this, Caesar, it really does, especially considering how dependant on our help you've grown. But we can't support you, not in this, not against these powerful enemies and accomplishing these unworthy deeds. We'll find our way back to your father's realm. Know that if you decide to join us... the panel cuts here. Couple of small panels: the first panel contains an angry hand made of cloud matter throwing the letter down. In the successive panel, a lighting strike disintegrates the letter. quote:Supercell loses access to his Sylphs, and must mark a condition of his choice. I recommend either angry or insecure. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 01:16 on Feb 13, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger -1 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Syndicate Panel: Haruspex sits at the table with the others, pulling the top card from a deck of Tarot cards. Splash Panel: A zoomed-in shot of the card: The Tower, Upright. Small Panel: A close-up of Haruspex grinning widely. Caption (Ornate Text): A fitting omen! I shall shatter the belief that they are invincible. And I think I know just how to do it...! A Series of Panels: Haruspex hopping down from her seat, somewhat hidden behind the table, and dramatically raising the card! Speech (Ornate Text): "The future has been revealed! In their certainty, they will invite in disaster!" Thought Bubble: "...I hope shipping doesn't cost too much." Splash Panel: A small truck, labeled "Legitimate Industrial Supplies," slowly trundles down the road towards the distant manor. Caption (Ornate Text): What will appear to be simple crates of paper... Splash Panel: A security guard inspects the driver's shipping manifesto, clearly confused, but waves the truck on. Speech Bubble (Guard): "I thought we got the paper for the copier last week...? Ah well, they never tell me nothing." Caption (Ornate Text): ...will prove their downfall! Series of Panels: Guards unload the crates into a storage area, then shut the door. A paper arm thrusts up through the lid of a crate. Guards relax around the mansion. A game of poker devolves into a brawl. A guard leans against a wall and nods off. Two-Page Spread: Small paper golems swarm out of the manor. Security guards flee into the night, pursued by the angry constructs. Several guards can be seen plastered against the walls and ground by what appears to be paper-mache. Assorted Speech Bubbles: "Bullets aren't doing anything!"; "There's too many of them!"; "I promise I'll never hurt a pinata again!"; Splash Panel: Haruspex tents her fingers dramatically over a crystal ball. The previous panel is faintly visible in the orb. Speech (Ornate Text): "O-ho-ho! It seems like they weren't prepared for my arcane might!" quote:10:09 AM <Tricky> Haruspex incapacitates the security forces with an army of golems! (Burning 2 plan and wagering her simple constructs = +3) Tricky fucked around with this message at 22:38 on Feb 15, 2017 |
# ? Feb 12, 2017 20:41 |
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +0 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +0 Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: Splash Panel: Simulacrum stands in front of the mainframe of her base, extending her hand towards the screen. Speech (Blue with white borders) "The meatbags can handle the physical work. I will make sure they do the one thing that actually matters." Panel: Simulacrum enters the mainframe. Speech: "Succeeding." Panel: Simulacrum appears on the screen of a phone on one of the Syndicate's administrators, who is too busy typing on a keyboard to notice. Panel: Simulacrum is shown travelling between electronics devices. Speech: "Getting into their network was far easier than calculated. Pathetic." Splash Panel: In cyberspace, Simulacrum is sorting through files which are floating around next to her. The faces and descriptions of multiple masked people appear. Speech: "Interesting... some of these have not been recorded into my database beforehand." A series of panels: Data on the superpowered opposition appears on everybody's mobile phones. Speech: "Surely these idiots will not fail if I hand them victory on a silver platter." quote:19:35 Yamifenrir Simulacrum cooks up a Superior Scheme!
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# ? Feb 13, 2017 20:00 |
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Freak 1 | Danger 2 | Trouble -1 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None Panel: Close up of Tiger Shark with her arms crossed, leaning back on her chair. Speech (Tiger Shark): So we need to figure out where the box is in that big-rear end mansion, right? I think I might know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy that might know. Splash Panel: Tiger Shark is seen in the middle of a dingy little room. There is a pile of unconscious goons laying under her feet. Tiger Shark looks like she's barely been touched at all. The only other conscious person is seen with his back against the wall, panicking. Panel: We see the unlucky goon, sweat pouring down his face, as Tiger Shark's shadow looms over him. Speech (Tiger Shark): Hola, Larry. Speech (Larry): H-h-h-hi G-G-Gabriela! Panel: Tiger Shark lowers herself so she could be at eye-level with Larry. Speech (Tiger Shark): You know what I'm here for, ya? Speech (Larry): I h-h-h-have no i-i-i-idea! Panel: Tiger Shark grabs Larry by the scruff of his neck, there is a look of sheer terror on his face Panel: Tiger Shark lifts Larry high off his feet, and she is looking considerably more angry right now. Speech (Tiger Shark): DON'T #$*#($ WITH ME LARRY! Speech (Larry): Alright! Alright! I'll tell you where you can find the sarcophagus! Panel: Tiger Shark lowers Larry to eye level, her eyes are narrowed in a threatening gaze at him. Speech (Tiger Shark): Good, and Larry? If I find out you're lying to me? Final Panel: Close-up of of Tiger Shark's razor sharp teeth Speech (Tiger Shark): ...You're going to have a bad time. quote:<Hugzilla> Tiger Shark cooks up a Dangerous Scheme! Tardzilla fucked around with this message at 21:21 on Feb 13, 2017 |
# ? Feb 13, 2017 21:18 |
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Freak -1 | Danger +1 | Trouble +2 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Base Panel: Lucky Ted listens in on the conversation as he reassembles the weapon he was cleaning. It looks all the world like a converted rivet gun, for wood stakes. Speech (Lucky Ted) : Out of interest, once we have said Coffin in our sights how are we getting it out? Panel: Everyone on the table looks at Ted. He sighs deeply when he realizes the answer. Speech (Lucky Ted) : Okay fine, I'll get the bloody airbus ready. Panel: The scene is now different, Ted is inside the Moonlifter, googles and breathing mask equipped and soldering iron in hand as he tinkers with the electronics under the pilots seat. In the background Simulacrum observes the work dismissively Caption (Lucky Ted): It's not like anyone else can fly it. Speech (Simulacrum) : I fail to see why my presence was required here Theodore. Panel: Ted with only his legs showing, as little sparks and fizzling noises come from within the confines of the ship responds. Speech (Lucky Ted): Because Gabriela and Caeser don't have the right kind of build for this soft indoors work, and STRENGTH and Haruspex wouldn't know what a spanner was even if you hit them with it. Panel: Ted wheels himself out from his hole and looks at Simulacrum Speech (Lucky Ted): And you all want this thing to fly us out whilst I'm overseeing the mansion op, it's gonna need some semblance of auto-pilot to actually get there without me, and that's more up your street then mine. 21:31 TheNabster Ted's gonna cook a troublesome plan 21:31 TheNabster !r 2d6+2 21:31 Krysmbot TheNabster, 8+2 = 10 21:31 Hugzilla noice 21:31 TheNabster Thank you Krysmbot Panel: As a few final bits of wire are attached as the ad-hoc autopilot module is installed into the ship, it whirs to life as all lights flicker on. Ted rolls out from under the dashboard. Speech (Lucky Ted): She's as good as she's gonna get, give the signal when you're ready and it'll be there for the pick up. Caption (Lucky Ted): At least I hope so. TheNabster fucked around with this message at 22:45 on Feb 15, 2017 |
# ? Feb 13, 2017 23:09 |
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Series of small panelsl: A paper golem climbs on a chair, and spends a couple of seconds observing a security station, which consists of a series of monitors, showing various places in the mansion. It pushes some buttons, and there is a panel focusing on one of the cameras, showing the Méchants sans Frontières, huddled at some distance from a side door. Panel: The same visual of the young villains, eyeing the door suspiciously, but this time seen "live", not through the grimy filter of the camera. Tiger Shark: Are you sure that this is going to work? Haruspex, looking very focused: For the last time, if you'll jut let me focus... Panel: Focus on the door swinging open open with a CREEEAK. Haruspex, from outside the panel: ...we'll be in in no time. Big Panel: The whole group of teenage villains, running, or floating, or travelling on a sofa-shaped cloud through a corridor. Their expression range from serious, to elated, to impressed by their rich surroundings. They speed through the place, leaving behind rich tapestries and glued guards. Red caption: Apparently we're going to get some company. Grey caption: About drat time, too! I was starting to get restless, I was promised at least SOME action! Panel: A man in a red-and-silver superhero suit pulls testingly at what appears to be a shining rope bound to his wrists. He looks critically to his side, off panel. Caption: File #3857 Name: Horatio Manderson, AKA Whiplash Classification: Mercenary Abilities: equipped with retractable hard-light whip-like constructs, military and martial arts training. Notable accomplishments: capture of supervillain Firebrand and deliver to the authorities; capture of superhero Jester and deliver to his nemesis, the Iron Swan; collaborated in the defeat of the Chimera Doll. (See Toymaker's file, #1045) Notes: Opportunistic but professional. Interested in retiring and leaving the life behind. Whiplash speech bubble: Are you sure that the two of you are going to have it together? Panel: An immense man in a boxer outfit is beating a glove against another, smiling cockily. His back is stabbed by many syringes, most of them glowing with a mysterious red liquid. Caption: File #4541 Name: Helmut Krueger, AKA Overdose Classification: Minion Abilities: Superstrenght (Level 3), boxer training Notable accomplishments: Survived an encounter with Wendigo. Notes: Ruined his boxing career after his infamous doping scandal; still sore about it. Didn't pick his alias, it just stuck. Extremely dependant on Paraxyn-79 Overdose speech bubble: Oh come on, Manderson, don't insult me now. Panel: a young woman is leaning against the wall of the gothic Blackhook crypt. She's looking off-panel, presumably at Overdose, and looking quite displeased with him and with life in general. Caption: File #4691 Name: Unknown. Goes by the alias of Kynesis. Classification: Minion Abilities: Telekynesis (Strenght 5, precision 1). Suspected to posses other psychic powers. Notable accomplishments: Single-handedly defeated and forced to flee a Young Justicers squad (Panther Claw, Tourmaline, Rubber Boy) Notes: Appeared recently in the city after causing chaos and distress with her telekynesis in the middle of the street for no clear reason; was taken in by the Blackhook Syndicate for no clear reason. Overdose speech bubble, from off-panel: They're just kids. paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 13:49 on Feb 24, 2017 |
# ? Feb 24, 2017 11:22 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 1/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Angry Panel: Supercell sits on his cloud in the sky, drinking some sort of soda from a Big Gulp style cup (accompanied by a blue 'Sluuuurp' written alongside the straw). The atmosphere seems generally peaceful, if it wasn't for a certain edge in Ceasar's usually mellow eyes. Caption (Supercell): "Man. I knew dad made a huge mistake when he allowed these guys to unionize." Vertical Panel: A piece of cloud can be seen separating from a larger cloud, and plummeting downwards like a fluffy meteor Caption (Supercell): "Guess it cannot be helped when the help is so incompetent." Panel: The cloud impacts behind the rest of the villains with a 'TUFF' , gathered around the entrance they had secured. Caption (Supercell): "Sometimes you just have to do everything yourself." _________________________ Splash Panel: The young villains face off against the mercenaries, with the villains facing the reader (in a suitably cool pose) on the background, and the backs of the mercenaries shown on the foreground. Supercell sits at the back, smoking his pipe, his giant form overshadowing the rest of his team, a creeping mist extending from his cloud to cover the floors of the corridor. Panel: A sideways view of Supercell's head, still smoking his pipe. Panel: A sideways view of Supercell's head, shown to remove his pipe but otherwise identical to the last panel, the relatively small chances between panels helping to showcase the plodding deliberateness of the villain's movements. Panel: A sideways view of Supercell's head, staring at the mercenaries. Panel: A sideways view of Supercell's head, staring at the mercenaries, speaking. Speech (Supercell): "Wow. That's a really cool entry and all but like who are you guys anyway? Mercenaries of some sort?" Panel: Picture of Supercell fingergunning the mercenaries with a grin. Speech (Supercell): "Not like that really matter though. I mean like you guys seem totally okay? Especially the whip guy, love the lil' whips. You mortals always make the best toys haha! But seriously though we have no beef. Why not just chill a bit instead of fighting?" Panels: Supercell blows a little cloud at the mercenaries, who can be seen covering their faces and coughing. The next panel shows this was all for naught however, as they gaze forward, stances visibly relaxed. Speech (Supercell): "Like its just some dumb sarcophagus anyway? Why do you even care? Personally I'd just enjoy this Souvlaki I had my servants make. You can try some too if you want, it's a family recipe. Real good." Splash Panel: Similar to the panel where the villains were confronted the mercenaries, except the villains are moving forward, their backs shown this time, as the mercenaries lean against the walls and sit on the floors whilst enjoying bits of skewered meat. quote:Theantero: Supercell Executes the chillest plan by burning 3 Plan and Wagering his cool pipe Yay Infamy! Alos marking Angry from that earlier hard move Theantero fucked around with this message at 14:31 on Feb 24, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger -1 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +1 Curses! 1/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Syndicate Splash Panel: Haruspex and several golems gaze down at the Ankaran Sarcophagus. Panel: Golems lift the Sarcophagus into the air. Small Panel: A close-up of Haruspex grinning widely. Caption (Ornate Text): A wonderous prize, yet does it not deserve a better home than this dank hole? A Series of Panels: Haruspex races through the manor, trailing slightly behind the golems carrying the Sarcophagus. She's clearly struggling to keep up. Speech (Ornate Text): "Hurry, you origami idiots! Hurry!" Thought Bubble: "Now we need only meet with Lucky Ted's vessel." Splash Panel: An exterior view of the manor. Haruspex and her golems look around in confusion. Caption (Ornate Text): ...Where's the airship? quote:7:25 AM <Tricky> Haruspex is gonna Seize that Victory, though!
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# ? Feb 24, 2017 17:38 |
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Panel: Haruspex and her paper golems are in the courtyard, amids old, decrepit plants, looking up; a loud BZZZZZT can be heard. Dust and leaves are flown about. Grey caption: Oh, are you looking for your little ride, child? Panel: Full-body view of Dahlia Blackhook as she strides on the deck of Lucky Ted's airship Caption: #File 1949 Name: Dahlia Blackhook, AKA the Grey Dame Classification: Villain Abilities: Hyperadvanced reflexes, heavy combat and martial arts training, expert infiltrator, spy and thief, arm cannon. Notable accommplishments: Theft of the Sphere of Tomorrows, theft of an Venusean Combat Cruiser, theft of the Ankaran Sarcophagus Notes: rich, powerful and well-connected. One of the original members of the Blackhook family, before it became a syndicate. She's supposed to be much older than she looks. Series of panels: a panel with a steel door, with a plaque on it saying "Piloting"; the Dame's shadow falls over it. In the next panel, the same door is seen from the other side...before it is blown up with a loud BOOM in the next panel, the figure of the Dame barely visible through the smoke, just as the steering wheel turns to the left. Grey caption: Don't bother, I'm commandeering and taking control of this airship, as partial repayment for the time I'm going to waste having to spank your insubordinate little bottoms. I highly recommend you drop the sarcophagus and cut your losses now, or your criminal careers are going to end early; which would be a terrible shame, as I have a little bet with Mother Dearest that you'e going to actually make it big before a bigger fish eats you. Couple of panels: back inside the manor, Whiplash, Overdose and Kynesis still look vaguely stunned, cheek stuffed of delicious Greek food and eyes clouded. In the next panel, their eyes aren't clouded anymore, and they seem surprised at their situation. Grey caption: Really, that you managed to get rid of the hired help speaks volumes of your burgeoning talent! Although I imagine they are getting ready to get back to you as we speak. Panel: focus shot on the console. Grey Dame's gloved hand is tapping at the base of a microphone on the airship while her gun arm is resting against the controls, as if she's ready to shoot them. Grey Dame speech balloon: Are you getting all this to your friends, little miss AI? Remember, I have the sort of bullets that can harm you even when you're hiding in there...although I really don't want to. It's so sad, uprooting you little sprouts of villany before you've managed to flower... Panel: long shot of the landboud villains, looking distressed, as from their cellphones the voice of this new adversary reaches them. Behind them, leaving the mansion, you can see Kynesis, Whiplash and Overdose throwing open the doors and preparing to assault them. Kynesis is levitating a bust, ready to throw it; Whiplash is aiming his lasso-like lashes at Haruspex's neck, and Overdose, red-faced and shouting, is about to connect his famous overhead punch with Tiger Shark. quote:The Grey Dame paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 00:51 on Feb 25, 2017 |
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +0 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +0 Curses!: 0/5 | Conditions: Splash Panel: Simulacrum's face is on the monitor in front of Dahlia. Speech (Blue with white borders): "Do not worry. I don't really care about these buffons. And to be honest, I am actually rather grateful that you have come here. It is rather rare that I get to meet a SUCCESSFUL villain." Panel: Dahlia's face twists into confusion. Speech: "You see, while you are here, you are unable to bother these incompetents." A series of panels: A loose cable emits some sparks of increasing intensity. Speech: "However, you commited a grave tactical error." Splash Panel: The cable violently shocks Dahlia Blackhook. Speech: "You overestimated the quality of Lucky Ted's engineering." Splash Panel: a trapdoor opens in the floor of the ship, and the stunned Dahlia falls down into it. Speech: "Now get off my ship." quote:17:27 Yamifenrir Simulacrum attempts to snatch victory after haruspex' failure! Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 01:07 on Feb 25, 2017 |
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edit: After some talk on IRC, not sure if I'm supposed to post yet? The post that was here might reappear in the future once again!
Scrree fucked around with this message at 20:09 on Feb 26, 2017 |
# ? Feb 26, 2017 19:58 |
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Splash panel: It is a brawl, a melee, pure violent chaos. The forces of the Blackhook Syndicate and the Méchants sans Frontières clash as Lucky Ted's airship hovers down in the background. The doors open, allowing the young villains to enter. Series of panels: as the Méchants sans Frontières retreat inside the airship, through the automatic sliding door they have to fight tooth and nail for every inch, as they are pressed by their opponents. In one panel Overdose, a nasty bite mark clearly visible on his shoulders, sinks his boxing glove in Tiger Shark's gut; in another, Whiplash has wrapped his hard light whips around Lucky Ted's gun, and tries to wrestle it out of his hands. This whole battle spills inside the Moonlifter, with the two frontliners squaring off against our protagonists...but someone's missing, isn't it? Panel: Kynesis is using her signature power to help the Grey Dame up, onto the ceiling of the airship. She seems much more at east in company of the older woman. Grey Dame: Ah, thank you, Kynesis dear. I must admit, it was quite embarassing falling for that little AI's trick. Panel: Close up of Grey Dame as she adjusts her hat and veil. Grey Dame: It's good to see that I can at least count on you, dear. Shall we make our entrance? Panel: Close up of Kynesis, now almost smiling, giving a thumbs up. Panel: Kynesis, eyes shining yellow with power, rips out a portion of airship's ceiling, just big enough to let both of them through. Grey Dame: Ah, good job, my dear. Your control exercises are really beaering fruit. Panel: View from the bottom of the newly ripped hole. Grey Dame is jumping in; Kynesis seems ready to follow her. Grey Dame: Now come along, darling. I have a little something to show our new friends... quote:Now the action scene can properly commence! As a reminder, Overdose and Whiplash are duking it out with most of the outfit in the loading bay; Kynesis and the Grey Dame are somewhere else on the ship, lurking unseen.
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# ? Feb 27, 2017 00:06 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +2 | Superior -1 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None Battling within the frame of the airship, STRENGTH was outfitted in a full set of anti-supernatural tools and weapons. He had came to the Blackhook Mansion prepared for anything, but mostly vampires; with crosses splattered all over his body in the form of necklaces and earrings, rosaries wrapped around his wrist, garlic draped over his neck, a flagon of holy water on his back, and even the smell of incense wafting copiously around him - his kit would've made professional vampire hunters blush from inadequacy. STRENGTH felt it was a great shame that the Blackhook family had hired some two-bit meta-mercenaries as guards instead of a colony of vampires - he'd packed a dozen wooden stakes on the plane, and now they probably wouldn't get used unless the team needed to set up a tent. Well, that wasn't quite true. STRENGTH had his suspicious about the big guy that had been punching up Tiger Shark. With that complexion, those horns, and his incredible physique - it was difficult to say Overdose didn't look somewhat supernatural. With the right tilt of the head, someone might even guess vampiric. On that hunch STRENGTH gathered the holy water from his back. It hovered in the air next to him in a whip-like form, his telekinetic powers moving it like it was part of his own body. He pointed at the brutish minion, what do people generally say when they fight vampires? It's something cool, like, ah, "Begone! Foul Creature!" The floating water shot forward with firehose-like force, slamming into Overdose and briefly knocking him back. That got his attention. The Blackhook guard rose to his feet, and turned his body away from Tiger Shark to STRENGTH. He looked pissed, and very much not melting from being in contact with holy water. STRENGTH grabbed one of the largest crosses around his body and started chanting in poor Latin. Overdose started lumbering towards him, angry footsteps punctuating every word, "I. Am. Not. A. loving. Vampire." He held a clenched fist up, "I'm a boxer, and-" Overdose was interrupted by a clove of garlic bouncing off his forehead. STRENGTH quickly fist pumped to celebrate his great aim, and then spoke at the stunned mercenary, "Who do you think your fooling? Everyone knows boxers are a type of dog, and you look just like a bat!" STRENGTH shook his head, honestly, Overdose must've thought he was a total idiot if he expected that lie to work. Overdose responded to the 'assault by allium' by charging at STRENGTH, rage plain on his face. Oh, this could actually get a bit dangerous. If the guard wasn't a vampire, then... he might be a gargoyle! STRENGTH was struck by inspiration. Yeah! In that case, some light would turn him to stone. STRENGTH gathered fire into his right hand, building up thermal energy as he faced Overdose's charge. Just before the boxer would strike, STRENGTH planned on unleashing the flames into Overdose's face, blinding him and turning his body back to stone! It was a flawless plan! Any second now... He was just about within striking range... Now! A large jet of flames shot out of STRENGTH's hand. Overdose made an impressive spinning dodge - not backwards, but underneath the fire. He ended even closer to STRENGTH then before, at what he knew was perfect uppercut range. He reared his arm back and planted his feet on the ground, to get as much power into his punch as possible, and - his feet slipped out from under him. STRENGTH laughed victoriously as Overdose collapsed to the ground. While the villain's right hand had shot hot fire, his left hand had absorbed the thermal energy from the water clinging to Overdose's hands and feet. Covering them in a layer of slick ice. "You might not've turned into a rock, but you sure fell like one!" STRENGTH taunted Overdose as he failed again to rise to his feet, his limbs sliding comically on the floor. STRENGTH turned towards the rest of the Méchants sans Frontières and helpfully informed them, "Hey. This guy doesn't seem like a vampire or gargolye or anything cool. so don't be afraid of any magical stuff!, just beat him up!" quote:Scrree STRENGTH Distracts Overdose By... Really Just Being Himself Distracting Overdose, and choosing as my two options: - You get an opportunity. - You avoid immediate retaliation for this. By coating his limbs in ice and leaving him scrambling to his feet.
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# ? Feb 28, 2017 01:09 |
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Freak +1 | Danger -1 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +1 Curses! 1/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Syndicate Haruspex panted, still clearly out of breath from the wild flight through the manor with the sarcophagus. Her eyes flicked between her allies and their two challengers. She seemed to have gone unnoticed in the confusion. While it was, of course, an affront that they clearly didn't realize her genius and incredible arcane prowess, it did provide her an opportunity to cast a few quick divinations. The fighting continued on the other side of the airship and the mercurial STRENGTH was putting up a shockingly potent show of force against the pugilist, despite clearly misunderstanding his actual talents or nature. Haruspex sighed. What would these fools do without her arcane guidance? She sat down cross-legged and began flipping out cards. Imagery and details flooded into her mind, even as she began to cross-reference the current astrological positions of the major stars and planets. After a few quick moments, she leaped up to her feet with an excited cry, "Of course! It's all so simple!" She smirked at Overdose, currently sliding around the floor, and raised her star globe in front of her. The cards from her deck flew into formation around her. If her calculations were correct — and they always were — it would take Overdose enough time to regain his footing to divine the perfect phrasing to either frustrate him into incompetent action or win his loyalty outright. Haruspex cared little, for such matters were beneath her! On the other hand, Whiplash would be most vulnerable to the workings of her allies during the process of leaving the manor. But who would prove the perfect tool for the job? Supercell was hard to rouse to action, despite his natural abilities, so he was hardly the most optimal choice. Lucky Ted... well, it wasn't impossible with her guidance, but... Hm. Someone more reliable would serve better. That left, of course, the mighty Tiger Shark. She would have enough power to send the lash-happy imbecile sailing from their craft. Haruspex called out to the big blue shark-woman, using her most authoritative tone, "Tiger Shark! Throw that buffoon, Whiplash, from our ship! I doubt he will provide much resistance when faced with your tremendous strength!" quote:2:58 PM <Tricky> Haruspex assesses the situation!
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# ? Feb 28, 2017 01:45 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 1/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Angry | Location: A cool airship Supercell sat on his cloud in the back of the hangar, observing the fight unfolding before him with a lazy gaze. He scratched his cheek. "Wait. Weren't there, like, two other guys too? Where'd they get to? Man like I'm not all that knowledgeable about mortal toys but you probably don't want some sneak thief and their psychic lackey just kinda hanging out somewhere on your flying boat?" Supercell took a puff from his pipe as he pondered this dilemma. "Ehh... if you guys don't mind I'll just send some winds to go find them. They can get wherever basically so its shouldn't take too long right?" And with that, he took a breath, and blew a gale force wind into one of the corridors, one that would dissipate into a gentle breeze as it explored every nook and cranny of the ship. And when it came back, it would bring with it information on the invaders. Now certainly, that information would quickly become obsolete since it was just a singular ping (not like Supercell was willing to keep on blowing. That sounded exhausting), but it ought to give some clue as to their plans and intentions. quote:Theantero: Supercell Unleashes to Expand Senses (+1 from action scene Forward) Righto. Locating those two sneaks. Picking: 'Effect is unstable or temporary' due to a roll that is 7-9
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# ? Mar 1, 2017 14:45 |
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Freak -1 | Danger +1 | Trouble +2 | Superior +0 | Menace +1 Curses! 0/5 | Infamy: 0 | Conditions: None! | Location: The Fight Scene "Something told me I should have really expected this from the get go." Ted was fighting Whiplash for possession of his gun, and losing. Well okay, maybe he expected the guards, and maybe he expected the supervillainous security detail and maybe he even should have expected a visit from the family's own personal enforcer for trying to steal their poo poo. But he was hoping his activities wouldn't have been found out, damned if he was going to let the very first caper he runs end in a failure. Whilst tugging hard on his gun, he carefully reached a finger over to the stock. This was a genuine Antilever 4-Action Dissipator back from when he worked for the Brass Myrmidon's Clocktroop Drop Squad, now there was a super-villain of the old school and one who didn't treat his servants like disposable tools either. Would he have not been back-stabbed by his Vizier who proceeded to run his legion into the ground until Ted eventually left with the armory before heroes brought the sky fortress crashing into the Atlantic, he would have still been a loyal henchman to that man to his day. And the secret to him not letting his technology be turned against him, was his insistence of putting self-destruct mechanisms on everything. Ted began tapping on the little pad on the gun that Whiplash couldn't see and the gun responded with a beep, and a low whine, only audible to Ted as he stared down his opponent. He gave it a hard tug "You sure you want this hombre? You want it that bad?" He said as he saw his opponent redouble his efforts to disarm him as the whine became slightly more audible, he gave one last effort to try and tug it free and then. "Well okay since you asked. Have it." Ted let go, the gun flew towards Whiplash as one end of the tug of war suddenly stopped pulling. The whine was very audible now and then- 18:59 TheNabster Lucky Ted gun' kick Whiplash's rear end. +1 Danger 18:59 TheNabster !r 2d6+1 18:59 Krysmbot TheNabster, 6+1 = 7 18:59 TheNabster Yee Going to Avoid/resist their blows The gun then detonated when it reached Whiplash. Ted fought back the urge to cry, it was such a good gun that he had to destroy there, it was a work of art more then it was a work of war and its sacrifice will not be in vain, he swore on it. Ted turned his back from the explosion and quickly tapped his headset as he reached for his next weapon in his gun bag (trademark) "Clone Trooper to Brainbox, come in Brainbox, can you confirm optics on uninvited tangos over?" Ted paused. He realized maybe he should use more layman's terms. "Sim can you actually see those buggers in the ship or do I have to go and clean house?" TheNabster fucked around with this message at 21:46 on Mar 1, 2017 |
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Freak +1 | Danger +0 | Trouble +0 | Superior +2 | Menace +0 Curses! 2/5 | Infamy: 1 | Conditions: Angry | Location: A cool airship "Eyy it's Lightningdolt", the comms crackled as Supercell spoke into his transmitter, his voice a bit muffled as if he were chewing on something, "No need for any of that my man, I've got that stuff on lockdown." Supercell shot Ted a grin and a thumbs up, after which he proceeded to stuff his face with some baklava as he watched the fight unfold. Theantero fucked around with this message at 12:52 on Mar 3, 2017 |
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Freak: +2 | Danger: +0 | Trouble: -1 | Superior: +2 | Menace: +0 Curses!: 1/5 | Conditions: | Infamy: 1 "Ted, the surface area on the top is damaged, and therefore the most likely entry point. Precise location unknown, there is a jammer active." With that in mind, Simulacrum turns her attention on getting the ship off the ground, keeping only spare processing cycles on the situation at hand. Sadly, they aren't enough to properly figure out a way to get all these unwanted guests off the ship... quote:15:27 Yamifenrir Simulacrum assesses the situation... I guess Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 17:13 on Mar 19, 2017 |
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The sliding doors are halfway closed as the airship's engines whirr to life and the whole thing lifts STRENGTH The massive boxer slips and slides on the little ice rink you generated for him. You step away just enough that his massive fists can't harm you. As he slides, curses and falls down, his exposed back, full of nasty, artificially made, probably incredibly toxic syringes is exposed. You can see their sharp needle sinking into his flesh, pushing poison into his veins. You *could* try to rip some of... they're what makes him so incredibly strong, but he's notoriously dependent on this stuff. There's no knowing what ill effects this will have on him. How do you feel about possibly compromising this man's health? What do you do? Lucky Ted The Brass Myrmydon's handicraft is flawless as always: it's a shame to see it explode in a shower of fragments and half-molten gears. The sight of Whiplash flying through your airship and the satisfying THUD of him impacting against the closing doors does help you get over it. He raises himself on shaking knees, a crack on his visor. "Urgh! Goddamn it!" He steadies himself. "I'm just trying to make a living here! Same as you!" His whips zip forward, aimed at Haruspex. "This is what I can do! This is the only way I have to earn my living! I'm not going to let some kids ruin it for me!" quote:Whiplash marks the condition Guilty. You feel the wind bounce against the cold metal of the ship and the material therein. Your winds catch wind (haha, that's a good one) of two intruders: one appears to be moving towards the engine rooms, another one...wait, isn't the piloting area that way? Simulacrum Your ruminations are interrupted by the shattering of the glass all around you. Advancing towars the console is, interestingly, not Grey Dame but Kynesis, who slams her hand against the console. She points down, her eyes two pieces of flint. She makes a couple of quick, deliberate gestures; a quick search on the Internet reveals that she's using ASL to say "Go down." For emphasis, she raises an hand towards the steel chair where the pilot is supposed to sit. She closes her hand, and the chair is crumbled down with a horrible sound of metal scraping against metal. She gestures again. "Go down or I make you go down." paradoxGentleman fucked around with this message at 13:55 on Mar 3, 2017 |
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