<span class="mu-r">“Hey, that’s my line, asshole!”</span> you snapped back. <span class="mu-r">“Where’s your phone? I’ve been calling you for the past three weeks!”</span>
Richard frowned and glanced up at Jack. <span class="mu-b">“Sorry. Been busy with work.”</span> he replied dryly.
You followed his gaze. <span class="mu-r">“No offense, Rich, but I don’t think ‘Jack’ here is in the market for car insurance.”</span>
He flashed a grin at you. <span class="mu-b">“You’d be surprised by how persuasive I can be.”</span> he said with a wink.
Before you could reply to that utterly ridiculous claim, your thoughts were drowned out by the sudden cheers of the audience around you. Jack was now hopping on what looked like a mechanical broomstick and putting it between his legs like he was a witch that had bought his Halloween costume at Party City.
You were about to laugh, but against all odds…the fucker actually flew.
And it wasn’t a gentle hovering motion that could be faked for the cameras. Jack shot off like he’d been straddling a rocket. Instead of passing out, falling off or throwing up like he should’ve, the guy was laughing his fool head off as he zipped around at dizzying speeds.
Several of the cops drew their weapons, struggling to get a lock on the pumpkin-headed menace of the day. The other Goblins quickly noticed this, and started jeering and booing at the cops. This wasn’t looking good…
<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Rich? Maybe we should-”</span> you began to say, only to realize far too late that your brother was already making his way out of the crowd!
<span class="mu-r">“Seriously!?”</span>
You fought and clawed your way over to him, only slightly bolstered by your spider-enhanced speed and strength. The reckless action earned you more than a few elbows, but you were sturdy enough to take it.
When you’d finally caught up to your brother again, you grabbed his shoulder and spun him around forcefully.
He gave you an exasperated look. <span class="mu-b">“What?”</span>
You glared at him.
<span class="mu-b">“I’m sorry, Ben. but I don’t have time for this right now.”</span>
What will you say?
>”Where the hell are you going!?”>"Be straight with me, Rich. Are you in some kind of trouble?">”Right. Why would you? You don’t even have time for your own kid.”>”Do I have to put a leash on you? Believe me, I’ll do it!”>”You’re gonna call your family, apologize, and then explain how your ‘more responsible’ older brother brought you to your senses.”>"When did you turn into such a selfish bastard? At least have the decency to give your family a call if you're gonna drop off the face of the Earth.">Pull your brother into a hug.>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2