You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! But it's not all bad! Your clone brother, Abel Parker, works to protect the city, and potentially help clean up some of your messes. <span class="mu-i">He</span> goes by the name of "Spider-Man"!
Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20Quest Last time: As their day out at Central Park comes to a close, Ben and Cindy discuss the possibility of getting her a therapist, and Matt confronts Ben about his allying himself with Silvermane. The following day, Ben and Ember sit down for a nice relaxing breakfast, and Ben introduces the Morlocks to Madame Webb!
And while he intended to help them buy a home, what he didn't expect was for Madame Webb to give them a mansion that was built for Jesus himself!
The meeting wasn't without it's interruptions, however. Thomas Edison called to ask more about Cindy's vibranium suit, and Ember informed him that his girlfriend, Anastasia Kravinoff, was back in town! That alone was enough to convince Ben to leave early and head straight home.
Finally reunited, the two of them try to make up for lost time and go out on patrol together. Only, they weren't expected to run into a superhuman that's seemingly able to create and manipulate an army of candy creatures!
Will Ben be able to walk away from this without any serious injuries or cavities?
Find out more in the latest issue of…<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">MAXIMUM SPIDER QUEST!</span></span>
Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.
How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.
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https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip Upcoming Events in the Maximum Universe:
https://pastebin.com/DceSEjiR Good luck and have fun!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 26 Sep 2024 01:10:01 No. 6110914 Report Quoted By:
As a resident of New York, you, and pretty much anyone else who hadn't been living under a rock their whole lives, quickly accepted the fact that the definition of normalcy was constantly being redefined on a daily, and sometimes hourly basis. Strange and terrible things could, and most likely <span class="mu-i">would</span> happen to you. And, unless you possessed superhuman abilities or were under the direct protection of such individuals, there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. Sort of like Murphy’s Law, but much more immediate. And it's things like that that allow you to casually take things in stride like the cool customer you are. Just today, you introduced your sewer mutant friends to a rich, blind psychic and her computer hacker employee, only to receive a call from a anthropomorphic bird clone of Thomas Edison, asking you about a request you’d made to create a suit of armor using a rare space metal from a isolated African nation. And now, you and your Russian huntress girlfriend are fighting an army of candy creatures that are being commanded by a random blonde woman who you’ve never met before. But if you were being completely honest, this wasn’t even the weirdest thing to happen this week. Almost immediately, you pressed your middle and ring fingers against your palms, causing web fluid to be expelled from your wrists at high speeds. The woman’s glistening eyes seemed to widen as the webbing enveloped her from the waist up. She struggled in futility for several moments, muttered a curse, and then let out an extremely muffled scream at the top of her lungs. The police just watched in awe, and the woman’s crystal golems probably lacked the awareness to intelligently respond to your attack. You took advantage of that lapse in judgment and reeled in their leader, only to glue her to a nearby wall. She blinked in surprise, belatedly realizing that her world had literally turned upside down…because that was the position you put her in. Her eyes grew wide and darted around in panic, until they found you again. And they screamed bloody murder. <span class="mu-r">“What? I kept it out of your hair.”</span> you argued, glancing back at her. And as soon as you took your eyes off of the crystal golems, they started moving towards you and the others. Ana moved in strike at one of them with her spear, but she barely managed to make a dent in it. The other lumbered towards the cops, who were currently in the process dumping all their ammo into the seemingly invulnerable creature. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 26 Sep 2024 01:11:02 No. 6110915 Report What will you do?
>Tell Ana to get back so that you can melt this stupid golem. >Test your strength and this creature’s durability by hitting it as hard as you can. >Remove the webbing from your hostage’s mouth and ask her to dismiss her goons. >Throw the bound woman over your shoulder and try to lure the crystal golems away from the cops and civilians. >Write-in. Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip Upcoming Events in the Maximum Universe:
https://pastebin.com/DceSEjiR Anonymous
>>6110915 >Test your strength and this creature’s durability by hitting it as hard as you can. >Write-in. >Use the Programmable Fist Material for the hit. Should be more effective and spare our knuckles.
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>>6110915 >>6110966 Supporting. If that fails then grappling is unlikely to fail us afterward. Our feet can stick to the ground for added leverage, theirs can’t.
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>>6110915 >>Test your strength and this creature’s durability by hitting it as hard as you can. Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 26 Sep 2024 12:47:22 No. 6111183 Report >>6110966 >>6110973 >>6111118 Roll 1d100, bo3! I'll update when I get back home from work,
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Rolled 86 (1d100) >>6111183 Anonymous
Rolled 94 (1d100) >>6111183 Rollin’
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Rolled 21 (1d100) >>6111183 Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 27 Sep 2024 04:29:45 No. 6111707 Report Quoted By:
>>6111279 >>6111367 >>6111679 >94 Taking these! Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 27 Sep 2024 04:57:56 No. 6111716 Report >94 Before the nearest crystal golem could get any closer to the cops, you pulled a device out of your belt pouch and slipped it around your fingers. They sort of looked like brass knuckles, but bulkier, and there was a button on the side. Knowing full well what that button did, you leapt at the golem and pressed it. Within mere moments, a sleek, silvery metal materialized around your hand to form an oversized fist, not too dissimilar to those “Hulk Hand” toys. You brought that fist down on the construct’s head, putting all your strength into that one blow. And to everyone’s surprise, including yours, the golem’s head <span class="mu-i">exploded</span> upon impact. The candy creation staggered backwards as thick cracks spiderwebbed throughout the remainder of its body. Another solid punch from you was all it took to reduce it to rubble. But, unfortunately for you, the shards from that impact flew right back at you, slicing your flesh, and your costume, in several places. <span class="mu-r">“And that’s how the cookie crumbles.”</span> you said, trying to ignore the stinging pain from your fresh wounds. Those shards were sharp! More than that, though, you could tell that this thing was unusually strong for something created by a candy wizard. You haven’t had to hit something that hard since your little squabble with The Rhino! Anything less than your best might not have been enough. And if you didn’t have Phin’s gadget handy, you damn well might’ve broken your own hand in the process of destroying it. The cops standing behind you were just gawking at you from behind the arms they used to shield their faces from the debris. Thankfully, they weren't hurt. But that still left the remaining golem for you to deal with. Ana didn’t look like she was in any real danger, since the thing was so damn slow compared to her, but you also didn’t think she’d be able to take care of it in a reasonable amount of time. And then there was your little hostage. You turned back to check on her, and was relieved to find her in the same place. But her expression was… She was staring back and forth between you and the pile of rock that had once been her crystal golem. Shock was the only emotion that you could read from her wide, bulging eyes. Her anger from before had apparently been momentarily forgotten. What will you do/say?>Smash the other golem, the same way you did its twin. >Let Ana try out the Programmable Fist Material for herself. You doubt she’s seen a weapon like it before. >Allow Ana to handle the remaining golem by herself. You’re interested in seeing how she’ll get herself out of this. >”I’ve already proven that I can take anything that you throw at me, so why don’t you do us both a favor and come quietly?” >”Is that thing supposed to be made of candy too? Because it’s tough as nails. Or diamonds. If we’re gonna continue having these fights in the future, then I’m gonna need you to pick a theme and stick to it.” >Write-in.
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>>6111716 >>Smash the other golem, the same way you did its twin. Anonymous
>>6111716 >Allow Ana to handle the remaining golem by herself. You’re interested in seeing how she’ll get herself out of this. We learned some tracking lets learn some more. Should help with our synergy in the upcoming Hunt.
>Write-in. >Dramatically flex and strike poses for our gawking audience while she fights. We always roll high when we hunt with Ana.
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>>6111716 >”Cast Fist beats Summon Candy Crystal Golem. I haven’t even needed my other spells yet.” >Flex per >>6112066 > Allow Ana to handle the remaining golem by herself. You’re interested in seeing how she’ll get herself out of this. Been thinking more about what another anon said about the one hostage escaping easily. I wonder if this chick is also a candy creation and he’s the one who made her?
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>>6111716 >>Let Ana try out the Programmable Fist Material for herself. You doubt she’s seen a weapon like it before. I dreamt about this actually.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 29 Sep 2024 17:56:35 No. 6113323 Report Quoted By:
>>6112066 >>6112213 >Allow Ana to handle the remaining golem by herself. You’re interested in seeing how she’ll get herself out of this. >Dramatically flex and strike poses for our gawking audience while she fights. Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:31:15 No. 6113349 Report Quoted By:
You briefly considered jumping to Ana’s rescue and smashing that second golem yourself, but you stopped when you actually got a good look at her. She was enjoying this. The thrill of the hunt. The danger of tangling with a seemingly insurmountable foe. You were sure she wouldn’t mind if you helped her take this thing down, but part of you was curious as to how she planned to handle this herself. So, you waited on the sidelines and instead focused on giving your audience a show. The surrounding cops and civilians stared in disbelief as you raised a gauntleted hand and flexed your bicep. The confusion in their faces was evident, but none of them were moving to interfere with Ana’s fight, so you continued flexing in various poses to give them something else to look at. <span class="mu-r">“Welcome to the gun show, boys and girls…”</span> Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ana easily ducking a wild haymaker from the crystal golem. The following overhead strike was similarly unsuccessful, but it still managed to crack the asphalt with the weight of its blow. Ana’s eyes never left her prey as she lowered her center of gravity slightly and reaffirmed her one-handed grip on her spear. The crystal golem charged Ana without a second thought, and she took a couple of steps back until she was standing in front of a manhole cover. She stabbed her spear-tip into the gap between the cover and the surrounding asphalt and wrenched the shaft of the spear down. The manhole cover popped open a moment later and clattered to the ground with a loud <span class="mu-i">thud</span>. The crystal golem refused to halt its charge, and Ana took a step back. Fortunately for her, her opponent wasn’t very smart. The golem nearly doubled over as one of its feet sank below ground. Cracks began to form in its leg where it had tripped, and it struggled to drag its foot back out. At that exact moment, Ana threw out a handful of metal ball-bearings. The golem’s foot fell out from under it as it slipped on the marble, and the rest of its body fell to the ground along with it. The cracks in its trapped leg spread deeper, then. Ana had already stepped around to stand beside the leg, her spear poised to strike. And with a series of precise, relentless thrusts, her spear-tip drove straight through the crystal golem’s leg. It fell to one side and struggled to get up, but it was far too clumsy to manage that while Ana was there to push it over again. Slowly, hesitantly, the cops stopped paying attention to your Gun Show and started to move in on the flailing crystal golem. They were still keeping a safe distance away, but even they could tell that it’s threat level had sharply declined with only one working leg. You heard one of the officers call for even more backup, and decided that your welcome was about to be officially worn out. But…you couldn’t help but wonder what the point of any of this was. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 29 Sep 2024 18:32:16 No. 6113350 Report What will you do?
>Interrogate someone before you leave. Someone’s gotta cough up some answers. (Candy Wizard//Hostage) >Give Julia an update on the situation. You’re pretty sure you managed to neutralize the threat, but it couldn’t help to get some confirmation from the support team. >Slip away with Ana before backup arrives. This crime scene is about to get a lot more messy. >Write-in. Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip Upcoming Events in the Maximum Universe:
https://pastebin.com/DceSEjiR Anonymous
>>6113350 >Interrogate someone before you leave. Someone’s gotta cough up some answers. (Candy Wizard) Ana might be better interrogating the hostage. I’d trust her instinct to sniff out a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and we can tag team by hitting up the candy wizard ourselves.
>Give Julia an update on the situation. You’re pretty sure you managed to neutralize the threat, but it couldn’t help to get some confirmation from the support team. Put her on speaker phone long enough to say hi to the candy wizard at least (and/or join the interrogation), and snap a couple pics of the hostage and the wizard to send along to Julia.
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>>6113350 >>Give Julia an update on the situation. You’re pretty sure you managed to neutralize the threat, but it couldn’t help to get some confirmation from the support team. Anonymous
>>6113350 >Interrogate someone before you leave. Someone’s gotta cough up some answers. (Candy Wizard//Hostage) >Slip away with Ana before backup arrives. This crime scene is about to get a lot more messy. >Give Julia an update on the situation. You’re pretty sure you managed to neutralize the threat, but it couldn’t help to get some confirmation from the support team. Anonymous
>>6113350 >>Interrogate someone before you leave. Someone’s gotta cough up some answers. (Candy Wizard) >"Sugar crystals not enough for you?" >"and girl, what are you doing robbing a jewellery store when you can bring inanimate objects to life with magic? You could be at least a C-lister, but that's like... F-list. Nope, that's something else, forget I said anything." Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 30 Sep 2024 21:16:02 No. 6114064 Report Quoted By:
>>6113538 >>6113682 >>6113824 >>6113915 >Interrogate someone before you leave. Someone’s gotta cough up some answers. (Candy Wizard) >"Sugar crystals not enough for you?" >Give Julia an update on the situation. You’re pretty sure you managed to neutralize the threat, but it couldn’t help to get some confirmation from the support team. Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 30 Sep 2024 22:32:34 No. 6114115 Report Quoted By:
By the time you finished flexing, Ana was already coming over to join you with a shard of crystal that she took from her golem. <span class="mu-r">“Great work. I was wondering what you'd do to take yours out.”</span> <span class="mu-g">“It was made of rock candy. Not the sturdiest material, but it was surprisingly tough.”</span> she said, waving around the crystal shard that she confiscated from the crime scene. <span class="mu-r">“I had a feeling it was something like that. It's a good thing I didn't try to take a bite out of them. My dental plan probably wouldn't cover something like that.”</span> you said with a shudder. <span class="mu-g">“I've never seen you use that weapon before.”</span> she said, staring at the oversized chrome gauntlet on your right hand. <span class="mu-r">“What, this? It's just another handy tool in my utility belt.”</span> you said, deactivating it at the press of a button and returning it to its proper pouch in your utility belt. <span class="mu-g">“It was quite impressive. Did you build it yourself?”</span> You let out a brief chuckle. <span class="mu-r">“Out of my many talents, I'm afraid that building and programming nanotech isn't one of them. I bought it off an old inventor a while back.”</span> you explained. <span class="mu-r">“But he skipped town a few months ago.”</span> <span class="mu-g">“I'm sure that a man of your ‘many talents’ is entirely capable of finding a new supplier.”</span> Ana said with a teasing smile. <span class="mu-g">“By the way, how many of the candy creatures have you slain today?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I dunno. I wasn't really keeping count.”</span> you confessed with a shrug. Ana gave you a slightly dissatisfied look. <span class="mu-g">“You should. A bit of friendly competition is necessary in a hunt.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Do I get extra points for punching my crystal monster into oblivion?”</span> you asked. Ana smiled and walked around to your left. <span class="mu-g">“You get extra points for providing me with eye candy during my fight.”</span> Ana whispered, giving you a swift swat on the rear that nearly made you yelp in surprise. <span class="mu-g">“But you really should have shown off your glutes more.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“If you wait until we get home, I'll show you more than that.”</span> you whispered back, confident that Ana could pick up on anything you said at this range. <span class="mu-g">“Will this be before or after we cook the steak?”</span> she asked, circling you as if you were prey. <span class="mu-r">“I don't see a reason why we couldn't do both.”</span> <span class="mu-g">“I can think of three.”</span> Ana said. <span class="mu-g">“Four if you count your white-haired immodestly dressed companion.”</span> Of course she knew about the Thief Girls. That nose of hers was going to get you in some serious trouble one of these. <span class="mu-r">“Then I guess you'll just have to settle for a private show.”</span> you concluded. <span class="mu-r">“But before we worry about that, we should gather some information from the victim and the perp. Something about this whole operation seems a little half-baked.”</span> Ana nodded her agreement. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 30 Sep 2024 22:33:51 No. 6114118 Report <span class="mu-g">“I thought so too. Where would you like to start?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“How about you hit up the hostage, and I take the candy wizard? Make sure his story seems straight. I feel like he knows more than he lets on.”</span>
You both shared a nod, turned around with a flap of your cloaks, and moved towards your respective interrogation targets. Yours was still hanging upside down from a web cocoon that you glued to the wall. She was struggling slightly, but seemed to relax when she noticed you coming closer.
<span class="mu-r">“Sugar crystals not enough for you? You can literally create life, and you’re using it to rob jewelry stores? You’ll always be small-time if you keep thinking small.”</span>
She gave you an agitated look and muttered something unintelligible. You thought about antagonizing her further by leaving the gag on, but you were running short on time, and couldn’t afford to stick around for very long.
You tore open the bottom of the cocoon to free her mouth, and she spat out a few stray strands of webbing.
<span class="mu-b">“Ugh, what even is this?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“You know, I’m not entirely sure myself. I’m thinking about going to see a doctor soon.”</span>
The blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, sputtered from another stray strand of webbing entering her mouth, and then struggled to blow a web flap away from her face.
Out of the goodness of your heart, you moved them away from her face and gave her a moment to compose herself. She didn’t look “grateful” exactly, but she seemed slightly mollified by the small courtesy.
What will you say?
>”Was this really just a smash and grab, or were you after something else?” >”Is making candy minions your only power? I saw you turn your skin to crystal before. What was that about?” >”What were you doing in that jewelry store before? Is that hostage over there your accomplice?” >Loop Julia into this interrogation. She might have something insightful to add. >Write-in. Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip Upcoming Events in the Maximum Universe:
https://pastebin.com/DceSEjiR Anonymous
>>6114118 >”Name’s Huntsman, by the way. You were wrong place, wrong time when my girlfriend came in and we decided to look for something we could bash without worry. On a different day I could have given you my card first.” Polite introduction.
>”What were you hoping to accomplish out here? Running solo is a risky business, even for a summoner.” Fusion of the accomplice and “after something else” options. We’ll see if she lets slip on either of them and we can follow up from there.
If she opens up at all, I’d toss in
>”If you happen to find yourself not in jail for reasons then track me down. I know a lot of groups, and I’m sure one of them would be a good fit for you.” Always Be Networking.
If she doesn’t,
>Loop Julia into this interrogation. She might have something insightful to add. We can shoot her a picture to start with.
As an aside, I’m thinking of nicknaming her “Candy Queen”. Any other ideas, anons?
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>>6114118 >>”Was this really just a smash and grab, or were you after something else?” Anonymous
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 02 Oct 2024 21:55:42 No. 6115335 Report Quoted By:
>>6114159 >>6115228 >”Name’s Huntsman, by the way. You were wrong place, wrong time when my girlfriend came in and we decided to look for something we could bash without worry. On a different day I could have given you my card first.” ”What were you hoping to accomplish out here? Running solo is a risky business, even for a summoner.”
>”If you happen to find yourself not in jail for reasons then track me down. I know a lot of groups, and I’m sure one of them would be a good fit for you.” >Loop Julia into this interrogation. She might have something insightful to add. Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 03 Oct 2024 00:17:56 No. 6115417 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“Name’s Huntsman, by the way. And you were in the wrong place at the wrong time when my girlfriend over there decided to look for something we could bash without worry.”</span> you explained, all while attaching a webline to a light pole and dangling upside down from it. <span class="mu-r">“On a different day, I could’ve given you my card first.”</span> You then whipped out your Desperado business card like a street magician and showed her both sides. She glanced between it and you. <span class="mu-b">“Charmed.”</span> she said in a dry tone. There was no anger in it, however. You tucked the card into a tuft of webbing near her face and patted it gently. The corners of her mouth curled into a slight frown, but it was gone as she refocused her attention on you. <span class="mu-b">“My name is Esme.”</span> she said, sounding a bit posh. Your eyes widened in surprise. <span class="mu-r">“I didn’t know we were on a first name basis. You’re getting awfully friendly for someone I just fought a minute ago.”</span> you observed. <span class="mu-b">“Think nothing of it. I’m simply returning a polite gesture.”</span> she said, squirming a bit in her web cocoon. She was clearly uncomfortable from having been suspended upside down for so long. <span class="mu-r">“Alright, Esme…”</span> you continued. <span class="mu-r">“So long as you’re being friendly, I’m hoping that you can answer a few questions for me. Like, what were you hoping to accomplish out there? Running solo is risky business, even for a summoner.”</span> She gave you a wry grin. <span class="mu-b">“On the contrary. Doing this alone reduced the amount of risk involved. And I accomplished exactly what I set out to do.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Kickstarting the Candy Revolution?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-b">“‘Finding someone capable of destroying my crystal golems’.”</span> she claimed. <span class="mu-r">“Was it…really that impressive? Weren't they just made of rock candy?”</span> you asked, rubbing the back of your neck. Her brows drew together in what you thought was her fiercest scowl yet. <span class="mu-b">“They were! But they were also made to mimic the crystalline structure of diamonds as closely as possible. And you just shattered them as if they were made of glass.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“And…you needed the shop owner for this little plan of yours?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“He was helping me by providing his expertise on the matter.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Aha. So he <span class="mu-i">was</span> your accomplice.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Unwittingly, yes.”</span> she admitted. <span class="mu-b">“I manipulated him into doing my bidding.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“How?”</span> Esme squinted, and a white, grain-like substance materialized before you. After several seconds, the grains reshaped themselves into something solid and recognizable. It was a sugar cookie! You stared in awe as it fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. <span class="mu-b">“Anyone who eats what I make is susceptible to my influence. They simply can't help themselves.”</span> she said with some level of satisfaction. Holy shit. Thank GOD you didn't eat that Gingerbread Man earlier! (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 03 Oct 2024 00:28:32 No. 6115424 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“So, let me get this straight.”</span> you cut in. <span class="mu-r">“You got a guy to help you make your crystal golems, and then caused a panic to attract someone powerful enough to defeat them?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Quite right.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Why?”</span> Esme's eyes started glowing bright blue once again, and something red and round formed between her teeth. It looked like a gumball. <span class="mu-b">“Hake Dhis.”</span> she muttered, leaning her head towards you. You hesitantly accepted the gumball from her mouth and held it up to your eye. <span class="mu-b">“If you pop that in your mouth, you'll understand everything.”</span> she explained. <span class="mu-r">“Didn't you just say that you could mind control anyone who ate your baking nightmares?”</span> She nodded. <span class="mu-b">“They can also be used to share memories. My powers are more particular than that of other telepaths, but mine give me more range if my sugar crystals find the right target.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“See, when you use words like ‘target’, it just makes you sound more evil.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“There are people far more wicked than you or I.”</span> she said, a shadow passing over her face for only a moment. <span class="mu-b">“You don’t have to eat it now, but it can explain things better than I can in the short amount of time we have left.”</span> She cast a meaningful glance over at a group of police officers. A few of them looked to be coming your way. You nodded your understanding and pocketed the gumball for later. Hopefully it wouldn't get any hair or lint on it. <span class="mu-r">“If you happen to find yourself outside of a prison cell in the nearby future for reasons unknown, feel free to track me down. I know a lot of groups, and I'm sure one of them would be a good fit for you.”</span> you said, releasing your grip on the webline and flipping rightside up. Esme blinked in surprise, before barking out a brief chuckle. <span class="mu-b">“Quite the enterprising fellow, aren't you? Perhaps this meeting will turn out to be more fortuitous than I expected.”</span> She even <span class="mu-i">spoke</span> like a bad guy. <span class="mu-r">“Let’s hope you still feel that way after you spend a night in the slammer.”</span> As you started to walk away, you called up Julia and got a response almost immediately. <span class="mu-r">“Alright, Benji. Gimme the deets. Did you take pictures? God, I hope you took pictures.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“No pictures, but I’ve got a chatty prisoner telling me that she only committed the crime because she wanted a moment of my time.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Seriously? Is she your secret admirer or something?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Well, she <span class="mu-i">did</span> just ask me to take a mind-altering drug." you said, remembering the gumball. "But...I think she wants my help with something." "Did she tell you what it was?" Julia asked. "She said that there wasn't enough time. And, in her defense, I'm not sure if it'd be a good idea for <span class="mu-i">me</span> to stick around much longer." (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 03 Oct 2024 00:31:39 No. 6115428 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“So, let me get this straight.”</span> you cut in. <span class="mu-r">“You got a guy to help you make your crystal golems, and then caused a panic to attract someone powerful enough to defeat them?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Quite right.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Why?”</span> Esme's eyes started glowing bright blue once again, and something red and round formed between her teeth. It looked like a gumball. <span class="mu-b">“Hake Dhis.”</span> she muttered, leaning her head towards you. You hesitantly accepted the gumball from her mouth and held it up to your eye. <span class="mu-b">“If you pop that in your mouth, you'll understand everything.”</span> she explained. <span class="mu-r">“Didn't you just say that you could mind control anyone who ate your baking nightmares?”</span> She nodded. <span class="mu-b">“They can also be used to share memories. My powers are more particular than that of other telepaths, but mine give me more range if my sugar crystals find the right target.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“See, when you use words like ‘target’, it just makes you sound more evil.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“There are people far more wicked than you or I.”</span> she said, a shadow passing over her face for only a moment. <span class="mu-b">“You don’t have to eat it now, but it can explain things better than I can in the short amount of time we have left.”</span> She cast a meaningful glance over at a group of police officers. A few of them looked to be coming your way. You nodded your understanding and pocketed the gumball for later. Hopefully it wouldn't get any hair or lint on it. <span class="mu-r">“If you happen to find yourself outside of a prison cell in the nearby future for reasons unknown, feel free to track me down. I know a lot of groups, and I'm sure one of them would be a good fit for you.”</span> you said, releasing your grip on the webline and flipping right-side up. Esme blinked in surprise, before barking out a brief chuckle. <span class="mu-b">“Quite the enterprising fellow, aren't you? Perhaps this meeting will turn out to be more fortuitous than I expected.”</span> She even spoke like a bad guy. <span class="mu-r">“Let’s hope you still feel that way after you spend a night in the slammer.”</span> As you started to walk away, you called up Julia and got a response almost immediately. <span class="mu-r">“Alright, Benji. Gimme the deets. Did you take pictures? God, I hope you took pictures.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“No pictures, but I’ve got a chatty prisoner telling me that she only committed the crime because she wanted a moment of my time.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Seriously? Is she a secret admirer or something?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Well, she <span class="mu-i">did</span> just ask me to take a mind-altering drug."</span> you said, remembering the gumball. <span class="mu-r">"But...I think she wants my help with something."</span> <span class="mu-r">"Did she tell you what it was?"</span> Julia asked. <span class="mu-r">"She said that there wasn't enough time. And, in her defense, I'm not sure if it'd be a good idea for me to stick around much longer."</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 03 Oct 2024 00:40:48 No. 6115433 Report You glanced back at Ana, who was currently looming over the Jewish store owner from before. The poor guy looked like he might wet himself. But as he shrank back, the cops in the surrounding area were growing increasingly agitated and territorial. <span class="mu-r">"So,"</span> Julia continued. <span class="mu-r">"What're you gonna do?"</span>>Try to subtly help Esme escape. With a bit of trickery and some psychically enhanced candy, you think you can find a way to help her slip away. >Pop the gumball in your mouth and wait for something to happen. Hopefully Esme didn't just lie to your face. >Keep the gumball and wait for Esme to contact you in the future. She didn't seem terribly worried about the prospect of breaking out of prison. >Toss away the gumball and forget the whole thing. You're not sure if you want to get involved in whatever the hell this is. >Write-in.
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>>6115433 >Keep the gumball and wait for Esme to contact you in the future. She didn't seem terribly worried about the prospect of breaking out of prison. She said her mind-control gum balls can also be used to share memories. She did not say they could be used to mind control OR to share memories. An important distinction, and one I’d rather not test now.
But she was polite and that matters in our business. It’s enough to keep her in mind, and maybe surprise an opponent who isn’t expecting a mind-meld piece of candy to be shoved in their mouth.
Though if others want to help her slip away then I’m willing to spitball some ideas.
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>>6115433 >>Keep the gumball and wait for Esme to contact you in the future. She didn't seem terribly worried about the prospect of breaking out of prison. Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 03 Oct 2024 21:58:40 No. 6116089 Report Quoted By:
>>6115439 >>6115459 >Keep the gumball and wait for Esme to contact you in the future. She didn't seem terribly worried about the prospect of breaking out of prison. Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 03 Oct 2024 22:23:20 No. 6116109 Report <span class="mu-r">“I’m gonna wait for her to contact me. I’ve got a feeling that this won’t be the last we see of her.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Won’t that be a little hard to do from the inside of a prison cell? You really think she’s gonna use her <span class="mu-i">one</span> call on you?”</span> Julia asked.
<span class="mu-r">“Something tells me she won’t be staying there for very long.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Ooookay? Are you ever gonna actually <span class="mu-i">explain</span> these mysterious ‘feelings’ you’ve been having?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I’m just listening to my gut, Jules.”</span>
Julia made a frustrated sound.
<span class="mu-r">“I swear, you and Webb with your ‘hunches’...”</span> she mumbled. <span class="mu-r">“Can you at least tell me about the crazy candy lady’s plan? How exactly was she going to ‘destroy the economy’?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“My guess? It might have something to do with the synthetic diamonds she’s been popping out. I’m sure the police will take care of everything from here.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Only time will tell.”</span> Julia said in a nonchalant manner. <span class="mu-r">“Thanks for handling that, by the way. Things could’ve gotten messy if we left her alone.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Things are already looking pretty messy from where I’m standing.”</span> you said, raising your leg to brush wet cookie crumbs from your foot.
<span class="mu-r">“Oh, come on. I bet you were having the time of your life out there. I can only imagine how many food-related jokes you threw out.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Not as many as I would've liked, but I take your meaning.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“What’re you gonna do now? Are you and your ‘partner’ coming back to the mansion, or are you staying out on patrol?”</span> she asked.
What will you say?
>”I’m already out here, so I might as well check and see what else is going on in the area. Picking up on anything interesting?” >”I’ll give Sable a call and see if we can’t have that interview later today when she isn’t busy. Can you let the Morlocks know to meet us at her base?” >”I need to see a guy about a vibranium shipment. It’ll probably turn into a whole big thing where I end up calling in the rest of my team. You know how it is.” >”Nah, we’re turning in early. If someone asks, I’m not home.” >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6116109 >>”I’m already out here, so I might as well check and see what else is going on in the area. Picking up on anything interesting?” Anonymous
>>6116109 >”I’m already out here, so I might as well check and see what else is going on in the area. Picking up on anything interesting?” Sure, let’s see what else is going on.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 05 Oct 2024 20:44:47 No. 6117353 Report Quoted By:
>>6116334 >>6116825 >”I’m already out here, so I might as well check and see what else is going on in the area. Picking up on anything interesting?” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 05 Oct 2024 22:12:01 No. 6117393 Report <span class="mu-r">“I’m already out here, so I might as well check and see what else is going on in the area. Picking up on anything interesting?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Um, let’s see…”</span> Julia drawled, typing furiously on her keyboard. <span class="mu-r">“There’s a self-proclaimed ‘gentleman thief’ giving the cops the run-around on the west end. I hear he goes by the name ‘Jackpot’. So far, he hasn’t been caught yet.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“That’s not too far from here.”</span> you noted. <span class="mu-r">“What else have you got?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“There’s been a notable uptick in gang activity.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“What else is new?”</span> you said with a sigh. <span class="mu-r">“This is different. Police reports have used the words ‘mangled’ and ‘maimed’ multiple times in these past few weeks alone. I know, because my algorithm picks up on it everytime a new one gets entered into their database.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“And what makes them think that gangs are involved? I don’t know any off the top of my head that turns people into paste.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Well…after an exhausting amount of lab work, the authorities have positively ID’d a few of them, and all of them have gang affiliations, one way or another. This might be a case of vigilantism, but I’ve got a feeling that whoever’s doing this has a personal grudge against their victims.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Would you call that a…’hunch’?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Don’t you start with me, Benjamin Parker.”</span> she warned. <span class="mu-r">“I was just kidding.”</span> you said, barely able to suppress a laugh. <span class="mu-r">“Anything else?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Uhhhh…I’m getting reports of a…big, vicious dog getting loose in Brooklyn.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Is it anywhere near BVA?”</span> you asked, almost reflexively. <span class="mu-r">“It’s not <span class="mu-i">that</span> close, I don’t think. But I'll make sure that the school's staff stays informed and alert.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Thanks. Is there anything else?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Not at the moment, no.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Wow, really? No alien invasions or demonic uprisings?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Things are a lot slower during the day. Call me when the sun goes down and this city’ll <span class="mu-i">really</span> light up.”</span> You supposed that was fair. And, seeing as how you were looking for something to keep you busy, you couldn't exactly afford to be picky. What will you do?>Go after the gentleman thief. You're about to ruin his perfect record. >Investigate the murder case. If someone's going after gang-affiliated criminals, then they might become a problem for you and Silvermane later on. >Chase down that big dog and put a leash on it! You've gotta make sure that your kid's school is as safe as possible. >Check in with Spidey. Julia said that Abe was running an errand for her. Maybe you can help him finish it faster. >Write-in.
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>>6117393 >>Chase down that big dog and put a leash on it! You've gotta make sure that your kid's school is as safe as possible. Anonymous
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>>6117393 >>Go after the gentleman thief. You're about to ruin his perfect record. Anonymous
>>6117393 >Chase down that big dog and put a leash on it! You've gotta make sure that your kid's school is as safe as possible. It’d be a little amusing to show up near the school in costume and sign some autographs for Cindy’s non-hero friends.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 07 Oct 2024 16:20:04 No. 6118647 Report Quoted By:
>>6117643 >>6117858 >Chase down that big dog and put a leash on it! You've gotta make sure that your kid's school is as safe as possible. Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 07 Oct 2024 17:33:46 No. 6118694 Report <span class="mu-g">“Are you already finished with your interrogation?”</span> Ana asked, suddenly coming up behind you without making any noise whatsoever. <span class="mu-r">“Yeah. I think she wants to hire me or something.”</span> Ana raised an eyebrow at that. <span class="mu-g">“Surely there are easier ways to get a hold of you.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Apparently not.”</span> you said with a shrug, sparing a glance for Esme. The cops were currently struggling with trying to pry her off of the wall and cut her out of that web cocoon. You almost wanted to help them, but the more time they spent trying to apprehend her, the less time they would have to go after you. <span class="mu-r">“I’ve actually got another report about an emergency over in Brooklyn.”</span> you continued, leaning in closer and lowering your pitch to a whisper. <span class="mu-r">“There’s a wild dog loose in one of the neighborhoods close to my kid’s school. I’ll tell you more about it on the way.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“And I’ll feed you more info as the situation develops.”</span> Julia promised. <span class="mu-g">“I would have thought your little one was capable of handling something as small as a ‘rabid dog’ on her own.”</span> Ana put in. <span class="mu-r">“She might. But I don’t want to risk her, or any of those other students getting bit. Plus, she’s still recovering from her injuries.”</span> you reasoned. Ana nodded her understanding. <span class="mu-g">“Very well. You make a good point. Let us track down and cage this wild animal.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I bet it’ll be a breeze for you.”</span> you said, wrapping your arm around her waist and firing a webline at a nearby building. She gave you a smug grin. <span class="mu-g">“Mere child’s play.”</span> You were starting to think that it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to invest in a super-sniffer as your next power upgrade. Maybe then you could start tracking things as well as Ana and Callisto. —--------- Whose perspective would you like to experience this scene from?>Ben >Cindy >Write-in. (Within reason, of course)
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>>6118694 >>Cindy I was actually meaning to suggest that.
Quest has kinda dipped in personal interest.
protag change to Cindy through maybe half of the gangwar arc could certainly freshen things up a little.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 07 Oct 2024 18:31:32 No. 6118720 Report >>6118715 That's very possible if the other players are okay with it! I've got a nice Cindy-centric arc coming up soon, and there's enough content prepared to play things from her perspective if that's something you're interested in.
I also plan on spicing things up with some new destinations to travel to within the city. Anonymous
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>>6118694 >Cindy We can be on the receiving end of The Huntsman and his quips? That sounds interesting.
>>6118715 >>6118720 I’d be okay with some more party-centric mechanics where we switch from Ben to others he’s involved with in certain scenarios.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Tue 08 Oct 2024 22:05:24 No. 6119267 Report Quoted By:
>>6118715 >>6118849 >>6118818 >>6118995 >Cindy It's unanimous! Writing...
>>6118849 I'll keep that in mind as a potential mechanic going forward! It would be fun to write from different perspectives.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 09 Oct 2024 02:54:18 No. 6119419 Report Quoted By:
----------------- Right about now, you'd normally be in Classic Lit taking notes. Thankfully, Miles agreed to take those notes for you, because you were currently killing time in the nurse’s office after being caught talking about vibranium and energy whips in the girls’ bathroom stall. You managed to play it off by saying that you weren't feeling well, but you couldn't help but wonder how this would contribute to the “Cindy Moon rumor mill”. After getting into a fight on the first day of school, skipping classes to go fight bad guys, and getting caught sneaking in and <span class="mu-i">out</span> of your dorm, you were quickly developing a reputation for being a delinquent. That honestly didn't bother you too much… Well…it didn't bother you <span class="mu-i">most</span> of the time. Andre and Saya both seemed to be under the assumption that you were some sort of rule-breaking, karate-kicking badass. Carolyn probably thought of you as an artistically inclined harpy whose sole mission in life was to sweep Miles off of his feet. And Miles… Well…he was just ‘Miles’. Dorky, creative, funny, and a decent listener. And…you were lying to him. You were lying to all of your friends here, aside from Wanda. And while that particular relationship had only changed recently due to a mistake on your part, you couldn't help but feel relieved to have someone else to share your secrets with. Because living a double life was hard. Harder than you or your parents ever gave it credit for. The lies, the stress, the guilt. The constant unexplained tardiness. You didn't know how you were supposed to spend the rest of your high school career lying to your friends and flaking on them all the time. <span class="mu-s">“You have been distracted.”</span> The voice was deep and familiar. Reassuring and foreboding, all at the same time. It resonated with your very soul, and sent a chill down your spine. You glanced over at a skeletal bird standing atop a wooden platform on the nurse’s desk. You were pretty sure that hadn’t been there before, but it wasn't exactly unusual for your God to appear in strange forms. <span class="mu-s">“I'm not. I just need to do the bare minimum and try to at least <span class="mu-i">appear</span> to be a normal person.”</span> you said, carefully undoing the straps of your boot and removing it from your foot. You then set it aside and gingerly pressed both thumbs into several points on your foot. You were expecting it to be swollen, or at least a little tender. But to your surprise, and delight, you didn’t feel any pain from putting pressure on it! <span class="mu-s">“Ha! ‘Six to eight weeks’ my foot.”</span> you said in a triumphant voice. The Night Nurse had clearly underestimated the rate at which you could heal. And, if you were being honest with yourself…so had you. Lately, you've been healing faster than ever. And it's been a bit harder to moderate your strength. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 09 Oct 2024 02:58:40 No. 6119423 Report Quoted By:
Just the other day, you nearly tore your locker door off of its hinges! This, of course, hadn't gone unnoticed by your fellow classmates. By the time fifth period rolled around, there were already jokes and rumors flying around about “The Karate Kid Hulking Out”. You somehow managed to convince people that the locker was just old, but the whole thing was still a major pain to deal with. Miles seemed to be under the impression that all the attention you were getting meant that you were “<span class="mu-i">popular</span>”, but you were convinced that everyone was just watching and waiting for you to do something weird. Like a circus attraction. That particularly troubling line of thought was mercifully interrupted by more words of wisdom from Khonshu. <span class="mu-s">“A ‘secret identity’ is not necessary to your mission.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Why not? Your ‘Fist’ has like, five of them.”</span> you replied, flexing and wiggling your toes. Despite the skeletal bird having no eyes, you got the sense that it was glaring in your direction. Ah, yep. That bird skull was definitely facing your way. Against your better judgment, you held his unseeing gaze. <span class="mu-s">“A fair point...”</span> he conceded. You smiled at him and reached over to grab a sock from your bag. You'd had a feeling that this boot was coming off soon, and you were glad to be rid of it. You were pretty sure the cast on your arm could come off soon too. Just then, a sudden commotion reached your ears from a nearby open window. You shoved your newly healed foot back into its shoe and stomped on the floor a few times, just to make sure you were good to walk on it. <span class="mu-s">“What's going on?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Your adoptive father and his flame have both arrived in full costume, and they are currently wrangling a black dog and signing autographs.”</span> Khonshu explained, his skeletal bird form now perched atop the window sill. His ‘flame’? <span class="mu-s">“Do you mean ‘Anastasia’? She's back in town?”</span> you asked, running over to the window that Khonshu was staring out of. Sure enough, Ben and Ana were standing at the school gate, greeting a crowd of curious students. The blonde huntress was tightly gripping the collar of a skinny, shaggy black dog that looked unlikely to bolt, even if she let go. Ben, on the other hand, was behaving like a Hollywood movie star stepping foot on the red carpet. People were taking pictures, shouting questions at him, and asking for autographs. You were pretty sure they all thought he was Spider-Man, though. It was honestly an easy mistake to make. <span class="mu-s">“Are they wearing matching costumes? That’s kinda cute.”</span> you said, observing the chaos from above. Were there always this many Spider-Man fans attending this school? <span class="mu-s">“I’m more concerned about why they are here in the first place.”</span> Khonshu voiced. You shrugged. <span class="mu-s">“Dunno. Maybe it’s got something to do with that dog.”</span> you said, before drawing in a sharp breath. <span class="mu-s">“Oh my god! You don’t think they got me a dog, do you!?”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 09 Oct 2024 03:04:20 No. 6119428 Report Quoted By:
Khonshu turned his boney bird head to stare up at you. After a slightly awkward pause, you cleared your throat and straightened your back under his scrutinizing gaze. <span class="mu-s">“Right. I’m more of a cat person, anyway.”</span> Khonshu nodded as if you’d uttered some sort of ancient truth. <span class="mu-s">“Felines are indeed majestic creatures. If you would ever seek to care for one, be certain that you are up to the task.”</span> You gave him a surprised look. Was…Khonshu giving you permission to adopt a cat? <span class="mu-s">“Is…this a test?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“No. You have had <span class="mu-i">far</span> too many of those of late.”</span> Khonshu said with a shake of his head. <span class="mu-s">“Ugh. Say less.”</span> you agreed with a roll of your eyes. <span class="mu-s">“I will not be silenced.”</span> he defiantly proclaimed. <span class="mu-s">“No, I’m not telling you to-”</span> <span class="mu-s">“There is something wrong with that dog.”</span> His serious tone stopped you short, and you followed his gaze to the tired black dog. And immediately, your mind switched into business mode. <span class="mu-s">“What’re we looking at here? Hellhound? Vampire Lord? Victim of an alien werewolf curse?”</span> It was a bit hard to stay serious when you could clearly see your foster father flexing in costume, in front of the entire student body. <span class="mu-s">“I think you should go and find out.”</span> Khonshu calmly replied. <span class="mu-s">“And do remember to bring a change of clothes.”</span> You tried to flex your injured hand, and frowned at the sharp pain that shot through your arm. When you looked back at Khonshu, he was staring back at you, his head rotated at an awkward angle while his body remained facing forwards. <span class="mu-s">“I’m fine.”</span> you said reflexively. <span class="mu-s">“Yes…but you could be better.”</span> The bird skull began to glow, and the fabric wrapped around your arm began to shift. The signatures that had once decorated it were changing shape, quickly becoming unrecognizable to the point that you wondered whether or not this was a known language. <span class="mu-s">“Whaaaat…?”</span> The cast tightened around your hand until they resembled silk bandages, perfectly outlining the arm underneath. You flexed it a couple of times, and then blinked in surprise! <span class="mu-s">“It doesn’t hurt…!”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Think of this as a crutch, and a tool, until you recover properly.”</span> Khonshu advised. <span class="mu-s">“This is incredible! If Wanda were here, she’d totally call it a ‘magic mummy hand’, or something.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Then let us be grateful that she is <span class="mu-i">not</span> here.”</span> he put in. <span class="mu-s">“And you should take care not to miss your window of opportunity.”</span> You gave him a blank look. <span class="mu-s">“I believe the bell is about to ring?”</span> he offered. <span class="mu-s">“Huh? Ohhhh! Right! Thanks for the reminder!”</span> you shouted, running towards the door. <span class="mu-s">“And the magic mummy hand!”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 09 Oct 2024 03:53:14 No. 6119457 Report Quoted By:
You didn’t stay long enough to hear your god’s disapproval. There was a marked change in your dynamic ever since you got your voice back. You weren't sure if he appreciated the new, chattier version of you, but you weren't sure that you cared either. Did that count as sacrilege? That was another thing you'd have to meditate on. Later. Right now, you had to get to your locker and pick up that spare suit that Matt lent you. Security wouldn’t let you go back to the dorms without a good explanation for why you were there instead of in class, so you had to act fast before these hallways filled up. You removed your shoes and socks once more, before breaking into a full sprint. You focused on making sure that the front of your foot made contact with the floor first, so as to reduce noise, and then pushed off of the ground to propel yourself forward. Had you not been wearing a skirt and a blazer, you could have easily moved through these halls without making so much as a peep. But, as things stood, your skirt was flapping in the wind about as much as your hair was. You cursed yourself for not switching to your gym pants beforehand, and flung yourself towards a nearby staircase. Hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone staring up from below. You hooked your hand around a rail, swung yourself down and around, slid off of the descending rail with your bare feet, kicked off a nearby wall, caught the top of a metal door frame and flipped into another hallway a few floors below the nurse’s office. From there, you ran to where your locker was, slid to a near-screeching halt, quickly entered your combo and <span class="mu-i">carefully</span> opened the metal door to avoid any unwanted squeaking from the hinges. Despite the fact that it was supposedly “new”, you were already putting it through its paces. As quietly as you could manage, you removed a black vacuum sealed plastic bag from the back of your locker and carefully shoved it into your bag. Now all you had to do was make it to the front gate without- <span class="mu-b">“Well what do we have here?”</span> You flinched at the sound of a familiar, grating voice, and slowly turned to face the man. He had probably once had a muscular frame in his youth, but a bad diet and his dwindling youth had already had a clear effect on his physique. Despite this, however, he had a full head of gelled, shiny black hair and a fuzzy caterpillar of a mustache that was threatening to consume his mouth entirely. <span class="mu-b">“Aren’t you supposed to be in class right about now, Moon?”</span> Mr. Gutierrez asked, looking as if he’d just caught a child with their hand in the cookie jar. This guy was the absolute worst person for you to run into right now! After you ditched him the first time he caught you sneaking out, he’s had it out for you ever since! You put on your most innocent, saccharine smile and slowly closed your locker door before he could get a better look at what was inside. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 09 Oct 2024 04:02:34 No. 6119460 Report <span class="mu-s">“I was, but I had to go to the nurse because I wasn’t feeling well, and my next class is kinda far, so I thought I’d beat traffic by heading there a little early.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Oh yeah? What’s your next class?”</span> he asked, his hairy arms folded over his chest. <span class="mu-s">“Uhhh, I think it was-”</span> In the wrong school building. Dammit! <span class="mu-b">“And why aren’t you wearing any shoes?”</span> You paused and stared down at your bare feet. <span class="mu-s">“Oh, right. Well-”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Look, I don’t know how they do things back where you’re from…”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Washington Heights.”</span> you offered through clenched teeth, your smile slipping a bit. <span class="mu-b">“But around here, we wear shoes <span class="mu-s">indoors</span>.”</span> Mr. Gutierrez was about to become the first BVA security guard to get slapped by a magic mummy hand if he kept this up. Where had he even come from? <span class="mu-b">“Actually, weren’t you wearing a boot earlier? I thought you hurt your foot.”</span> he said, suspicion creeping back into his voice. WHAT, DOES HE SUBSCRIBE TO THE CINDY MOON NEWSLETTER, OR SOMETHING!? You were going to have to cook up a reasonable excuse to get this guy off your back. And fast. What will you say?>"The boot was giving me a rash so I took it off and tried to limp back to my dorm room for some ointment." >"I'm seeing this new doctor that offered me an 'experimental treat', and its working wonders so far! She did mention some 'worrying' side effects, though..." >"Actually, I think that dog outside is mine. He misses me ever since I moved away from home, and I think he came looking for me." >Stall him until the bell rings, and then disappear among your fellow classmates. >Write-in.
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>>6119460 >>"Actually, I think that dog outside is mine. He misses me ever since I moved away from home, and I think he came looking for me." Anonymous
>>6119460 >"The boot was giving me a rash so I took it off and tried to limp back to my dorm room for some ointment." Anonymous
>>6119460 >"I'm seeing this new doctor that offered me an 'experimental treat', and its working wonders so far! She did mention some 'worrying' side effects, though..." Delirium and hallucinations. The most interesting ones today were a skeletal raven in the nurses office and Spiderman out front with a big black dog. Pretty sure those aren’t real, but at least it’s temporary!
The black dog thing could be seen as an excuse to see a hero, while the ointment excuse contradicts our initial one of beating the crowd a bit.
I can see another BS excuse that we didn’t find the boot ointment and can’t afford another trip to the nurse’s office so we left it behind and we’re hoofing it. If we get a three-way tie I’ll break for the boot vote on that basis.
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>>6119460 >>"The boot was giving me a rash so I took it off and tried to limp back to my dorm room for some ointment." Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 09 Oct 2024 22:21:44 No. 6119736 Report Quoted By:
>>6119531 >>6119578 >>6119665 >"The boot was giving me a rash so I took it off and tried to limp back to my dorm room for some ointment." Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 10 Oct 2024 02:58:18 No. 6119884 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“The boot was giving me a rash, so I took it off and tried to limp back to my dorm room for some ointment.”</span> you said, a note of genuine embarrassment in your voice. The security guard glanced down at your foot, and you moved it behind your other leg to hide it. <span class="mu-b">“Well…why didn't you just ask someone else to get it for you?”</span> he argued, sounding a bit flustered. You shook your head frantically. <span class="mu-s">“No way! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that would be?”</span> You gave the man a pleading look. If he somehow hated you more than you thought he did, then he might just escort you to the counselor’s office to be spiteful. <span class="mu-b">“You wouldn’t have made it like that before the bell rang.”</span> he said, his eyes softening a bit. <span class="mu-s">“I might have if you hadn’t stopped me.”</span> you thought, but didn’t dare say out loud. He let out a sigh and shook his head. You prepared for the worst. <span class="mu-b">“Do you need me to help you to your room? Or call someone?”</span> You blinked in surprise. <span class="mu-s">“Thanks, but…I'll manage on my own.”</span> The man guffawed. <span class="mu-b">“With only one good foot?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“I might still be able to make it if you let me go~.”</span> you said in an optimistic tone. He waved a hand at you. <span class="mu-b">“Don't worry about it. Just tell your teacher to come see me later.”</span> You gave him a grateful smile and bowed your head. <span class="mu-s">“Thank you so much. I’ll be sure to get the, um–ointment and-”</span> <span class="mu-b">“And get someone to help you to your dorm.”</span> he reminded you. You slowly backed away, faking a limp to the best of your ability. <span class="mu-s">“If someone's available, sure.”</span> you lied. <span class="mu-b">“I'm serious, Moon. You can't do it all alone. I don't care how much karate you know.”</span> You suppressed an eye roll, but you didn’t wanna ruin this moment. This was the most civil conversation you've ever had with this man. It was almost enough for you to forget that he was basically your arch-nemesis. But, good things couldn't last forever. You knew that more than most. So as soon as he turned his head, you dove out of a nearby window without hesitation. —---- After picking twigs and leaves out of your hair and slipping your shoes back on, you ran over to the gathering crowd of students and pushed your way towards the front. <span class="mu-s">“Excuse me! Sorry! Coming through. Move…out of the…way!”</span> You had to dodge a few elbows and shove some people out of your way. But after a few seconds, people started to notice you, and a susurration ran through the crowd far faster than you could have moved. You picked up the words “Karate Kid” more than once. And you might’ve gotten a little annoyed if it wasn't working in your favor. People started moving out of your way as if you were the neighborhood bully showing up at a playground. Ben must’ve noticed the disturbance, because he was already looking in your direction by the time you reached him. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 10 Oct 2024 03:00:52 No. 6119887 Report Quoted By:
You decided to wait until he was done signing his latest autograph, though. Just so you didn't seem overeager. <span class="mu-r">“There you go. ‘Spider’…’Man’…”</span> You recognized the fan as a fellow first-year student. He looked at the composition notebook that had just been autographed with a mix of awe and…slight disappointment. <span class="mu-b">“You, uh…forgot the hyphen.”</span> he said. Contrary to everyone else's expectations, Ben looked pleased by this interruption. <span class="mu-r">“I was just testing you. And you passed! Here you go.”[/ed] He then used the marker to add a hyphen between “Spider” and “Man”, and added a webshot on the notebook’s cover. The guy nearly fainted, and there were more than a few people trying to get a look at that signed and webbed notebook of his. You shook your head and laughed. Ana just rolled her eyes. When had Spider-Man gotten this popular? Maybe this was another social media thing. You'd have to ask Wanda later. You took a step forward, and the old dog in Ana’s grasp shifted its gaze up to stare at you. There was…intelligence in those eyes. Like he was assessing you. “And what would you like me to autograph, little lady?” Ben asked, twirling the marker between his fingers. “I'll even throw in a webshot and a selfie. I'm feeling generous today.” <span class="mu-s">“I hope you're not charging for these.”</span> “Come on, I'm not <span class="mu-i">that</span> evil.” he said with a wave of his hand, before leaning in to whisper. “Why? How much do you think I could get?” <span class="mu-s">“Huntsman-”</span> “I don't know who this ‘Huntsman’ guy is, but he sounds a lot more handsome and a lot less evil than me.” You gave him a wry grin and extended your arm. <span class="mu-s">“Sign my magic mummy hand?”</span> “Don't know what that means, but I'm just gonna make it out to ‘Karate Kid’. That cool?” You chuckled as he wrote your school nickname on the bandaged arm, only for the ink to disappear a moment later. You both exchanged a glance, and you rolled your sleeve back down to hide it from everyone else. It was clear that neither of you had expected that to happen, but now definitely wasn’t the right time to talk about it. <span class="mu-s">“Thanks.”</span> you said, turning your attention to the shaggy black dog. <span class="mu-s">“Cute dog.”</span> Ben shrugged. “Sure, I guess. If you squint really hard and stand really far away.” You knelt down and reached over to pet him. The dog let you do it, but his tail didn't budge an inch, and he didn't break eye contact the entire time. It was more than a little unsettling. <span class="mu-g">“He is a mangy little thing. But terribly well behaved.”</span> Ana said. <span class="mu-g">“I wonder who trained him.”</span> You smiled up at Ana and wordlessly mouthed a greeting. She returned the smile and mouthed a greeting of her own. <span class="mu-s">“Does he have a tag?”</span> you asked out loud, reaching under his neck to check. (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 10 Oct 2024 03:04:39 No. 6119894 Report Quoted By:
You decided to wait until he was done signing his latest autograph, though. Just so you didn’t seem overeager. <span class="mu-r">“There you go. ‘Spider’…’Man’…”</span> You recognized the fan as a fellow first-year student. He looked at the composition notebook that had just been autographed with a mix of awe and…slight disappointment. <span class="mu-b">“You, uh…forgot the hyphen.”</span> he said. Contrary to everyone else's expectations, Ben looked pleased by this interruption. <span class="mu-r">“I was just testing you. And you passed! Here you go.”</span> He then used the marker to add a hyphen between “Spider” and “Man”, and added a webshot on the notebook’s cover. The guy nearly fainted, and there were more than a few people trying to get a look at that signed and webbed notebook of his. You shook your head and laughed. Ana just rolled her eyes. When had Spider-Man gotten this popular? Maybe this was another social media thing. You'd have to ask Wanda later. You took a step forward, and the old dog in Ana’s grasp shifted its gaze up to stare at you. There was…intelligence in those eyes. Like he was assessing you. <span class="mu-r">“And what would you like me to autograph, little lady?”</span> Ben asked, twirling the marker between his fingers. <span class="mu-r">“I'll even throw in a webshot and a selfie. I'm feeling generous today.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“I hope you're not charging for these.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Come on, I'm not <span class="mu-i">that</span> evil.”</span> he said with a wave of his hand, before leaning in to whisper. <span class="mu-r">“Why? How much do you think I could get?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Huntsman-”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I don't know who this ‘Huntsman’ guy is, but he sounds a lot more handsome and a lot less evil than me.”</span> You gave him a wry grin and extended your arm. <span class="mu-s">“Sign my magic mummy hand?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Don't know what that means, but I'm just gonna make it out to ‘Karate Kid’. That cool?”</span> You chuckled as he wrote your school nickname on the bandaged arm, only for the ink to disappear a moment later. You both exchanged a glance, and you rolled your sleeve back down to hide it from everyone else. It was clear that neither of you had expected that to happen, but now definitely wasn’t the right time to talk about it. <span class="mu-s">“Thanks.”</span> you said, turning your attention to the shaggy black dog. <span class="mu-s">“Cute dog.”</span> Ben shrugged. <span class="mu-r">“Sure, I guess. If you squint really hard and stand really far away.”</span> You knelt down and reached over to pet him. The dog let you do it, but his tail didn't budge an inch, and he didn't break eye contact the entire time. It was more than a little unsettling. <span class="mu-g">“He is a mangy little thing. But terribly well behaved.”</span> Ana said. <span class="mu-g">“I wonder who trained him.”</span> You smiled up at Ana and wordlessly mouthed a greeting. She returned the smile and mouthed a greeting of her own. <span class="mu-s">“Does he have a tag?”</span> you asked out loud, reaching under his neck to check. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 10 Oct 2024 03:05:56 No. 6119898 Report Your hand found multiple tags, some of them made of wood, stone and silver. None of them had any names on them, but–
Wait. Were these…charms?
<span class="mu-s">“Where did you come from?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“It is an honor to meet you, Cindy Moon.”</span>
You locked eyes with the dog, watching as he opened his mouth to utter words that should have been impossible for him to articulate. His jaws simply opened and closed.
You glanced up at Ana, but she didn’t look like she had heard anything strange.
<span class="mu-i">“I was sent by your grandmother to retrieve you, and bring you to the Monster Metropolis.”</span>
You gave him a confused look.
<span class="mu-s">“That’s impossible. My grandma died when I was little.”</span> you whispered back, earning you a curious look from Ana.
<span class="mu-i">“I understand your confusion, but I can assure you that she is alive and well. And now, she has requested your presence.”</span>
Your mind raced as you considered the implications of this dog's words. Your grandma was still alive? Why would she send a dog? Was she in trouble, or was this some kind of elaborate trap?
And what the hell was a “Monster Metropolis”?
What will you say/do?
>”What the hell is Monster Metropolis? Where is it, and why is my grandmother suddenly alive and living there?” >”What's your name? I see a lot of stuff on this collar, but no name-tag.” >”Is she in danger? What's the emergency?” >”Whatever you are, you sound smart. Couldn't you have found a better way to contact me?” >"I'm gonna need some proof before I ditch school to follow a random talking dog." >"We shouldn't talk about this here. Maybe you could like, run off, and I could chase after you?" >Write-in. Pastebins:
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https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
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>>6119898 >>"I'm gonna need some proof before I ditch school to follow a random talking dog." Anonymous
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>>6119898 >”What's your name? I see a lot of stuff on this collar, but no name-tag.” Better than calling him “dog” all the time. If he says he doesn’t have a name then I say it’s now Shaggy. Thoughts from others?
>"I'm gonna need some proof before I ditch school to follow a random talking dog." We may not have any enemies who would want to trap us in a way this convoluted, but Khonshu might, and a missing family connection is obvious bait. Makes sense to press a little harder.
>”If this isn’t an emergency then my grandmother will need to wait until my current guardian is available to accompany me.” If this is going to be a meet-and-greet with family then our current family should be with us. He has that right.
I’m a little soured on this whole thing even if it’s legit. A once-thought-dead grandma “requesting our presence” like we’re being invited to a ball? If she wants us to drop what we’re doing to make time for a family summons then what’s her excuse for failing to notice her kid died and left an orphaned granddaughter until now? She has more responsibility towards us than Ben did, yet there’s no acknowledgement of that by inviting him?
I may have words for grandma later depending on her excuses.
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>>6119898 >"We shouldn't talk about this here. Maybe you could like, run off, and I could chase after you?" Uhhh, we are already known as the 'Karate Kid' against our will. Better not be seen having full conversations with a dog.
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>>6119898 >>6120285 Know what, I’ll support this first. Could also have the dog steal something from us.
Not like everything else I voted for can’t be said later.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 11 Oct 2024 22:12:18 No. 6120946 Report Sorry for the delay! It was my birthday yesterday!
>>6120285 >>6120293 >"We shouldn't talk about this here. Maybe you could like, run off, and I could chase after you?" Taking these, first. Writing...
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>>6120946 Happy birthday, Scorekeeper!
>Pic The child in the back is clearly an alternate universe Cindy who is tired of Ben skimping on real performers by hiring himself for all her parties.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:12:41 No. 6121022 Report Quoted By:
>>6120955 Thanks! I love that headcanon!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:16:40 No. 6121024 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“We shouldn't talk about this here.”</span> you said, glancing between Ana and the dog. <span class="mu-s">“Maybe you could run off, and I could chase after you?”</span> <span class="mu-g">“On a broken foot?”</span> Ana asked, staring down at your uninjured foot. It was around then that Ben noticed you weren't wearing your boot. He didn't say anything out loud, though. <span class="mu-i">“If your foot is meant to be broken, then I'm afraid that won't do.”</span> the dog said, his voice sounding a bit old and haggard. He also had an accent that you wanted to call…’Northern English’? You weren't too sure. And, now that you were this close, you noticed that this dog had seen better days. You could feel scar tissue and stiches in certain places as you continued petting him. It was as if he'd gone through multiple wars and somehow lived to tell the tale. By now, both Ana and Ben were starting to pick up on the fact that you were having a conversation that they weren't a part of. <span class="mu-s">“Got any better ideas?”</span> you whispered, still faking a smile for your audience. <span class="mu-i">“I do, in fact. But it all hinges on whether your friends here are any good at improvisation.”</span> the dog said. You peeked over your shoulder at Ben before turning back to give the dog a flat look. <span class="mu-s">“I think they can handle it.”</span> The dog bobbed its head marginally, and after a moment, you interpreted it as a nod. <span class="mu-i">“Very well. Do I have permission to bite?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Bite?”</span> you hissed. Now Ana definitely looked alarmed. <span class="mu-i">“Do I have your permission to bite you?”</span> he asked, polite as could be. <span class="mu-i">“If I might be allowed to do so, then these two here can pretend to escort you to safety.”</span> You frowned at him, but you couldn't think of any better ideas. It looked like you were going home early today. <span class="mu-s">“Mm. Okay, fine! But make sure you bite <span class="mu-i">this</span> one!”</span> you whispered, offering him your bandaged arm. The dog sniffed at it, and his eyes widened slightly. <span class="mu-i">“That's a powerful enchantment, Miss. I'd expect nothing less from the ‘Hunter's Moon’.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Just get on with it, already!”</span> you hissed through clenched teeth. Ana was giving you a searching look by this point, but you didn’t have time for her right now. Instead, you looked to the only person who would understand you in this situation. You locked eyes with Ben and signed a few words repeatedly. <span class="mu-s">“Play along, please. Get me out. Friendly dog.”</span> You did this over and over again until you thought it registered. Then, you gave the dog a private thumbs up and stared up at Ana. <span class="mu-s">“Let go.”</span> you whispered, as quietly as possible. <span class="mu-s">“Trust me, and don’t hurt him.”</span> She still looked bewildered, but she did as you said. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:20:43 No. 6121027 Report Quoted By:
Immediately afterwards, the black dog’s features curled into a vicious snarl, and he lunged at you, breaking free from Ana’s grasp! Had you not been prepared for it, you might’ve grabbed his throat reflexively. But that would’ve defeated the purpose of the entire ruse. So, you fell back on your butt and let out a pained cry as the dog's jaws locked onto the bandaged part of your arm. You feigned an attempt to shake yourself free, and he pretended to shake you around a little as Ana pulled him off of you and wrestled him under control. <span class="mu-r">“Are you alright!?”</span> Ben asked, sounding genuinely worried. Even after you warned him beforehand. He was a sweetheart like that. <span class="mu-s">“I...I think I'm bleeding!”</span> you said, clutching your arm. And, sure enough, blood began to <span class="mu-i">flow</span> from your bandages. Too much, in fact! The crowd of onlookers gasped. Ben looked downright horrified. <span class="mu-s">“But not that much!”</span> you amended, and the steady flow of blood slowed to a barely noticeable trickle. <span class="mu-g">“No, she is not ‘alright’.”</span> Ana put in, easily restraining the black dog. <span class="mu-g">“This dog is sick.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Wait…are you saying that this little girl was just bitten by a…demonically possessed dog!?”</span> Ben exclaimed in an overdramatic fashion. <span class="mu-r">“That would explain the blood loss.”</span> You glared at him. He didn’t need to add the “little” part. Murmurs and gasps circulated through the crowd at that explanation. No one was quite sure what to believe. Some looked like they wanted to come to your aid, but they were all hesitant in the face of the snarling dog. No one was going to take any chances after it “slipped” out of her grasp once already. <span class="mu-g">“That…may be so.”</span> Ana offered, not even sounding like she believed it herself. <span class="mu-r">“Then we don’t have any time to waste! We’ve got to get her to a doctor that specializes in this type of thing. Luckily…”</span> Ben walked over and scooped you up in his arms. <span class="mu-r">“I know a guy!”</span> A moment later, Ben was swinging through the air with you clinging to his neck. You could just barely make out the worried faces of your fellow students as he rounded a corner and shot out another webline. You almost forgot how fun it was to swing through the city like this. You couldn’t believe that Ben, Abe and Joy got to do this all the time. And without a grappling hook! It was seriously unfair... <span class="mu-r">“Hey! You okay?”</span> he asked, looking you up and down. <span class="mu-r">“That was, uh…a lot of blood. Was that fake?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“No...that blood was definitely real. But it wasn’t mine.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“That’s creepy. How’d you pull it off?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Khonshu placed a boon on my cast, and now I think it’s magic. I’m still not sure exactly what it does, though.”</span> you explained. <span class="mu-r">“It erases permanent ink and spills buckets of blood, apparently.”</span> he said with a dry chuckle. <span class="mu-r">“Don’t ever do that again. I thought you were seriously hurt for a second there. Again.”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:22:53 No. 6121029 Report Quoted By:
You smiled at him. <span class="mu-s">“You worry too much.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I worry the perfect amount for someone who just watched his kid bleed enough to fill a bathtub.”</span> <span class="mu-i">His</span> kid. He really did think of you as family. It wasn’t just lip service. And, in your most private of thoughts, you sort of thought of him as… No. There was no “sort of”. Ben was your hero. You felt safe with him. Protected, even. He went above and beyond for you when no one else would. You would never forget that. <span class="mu-s">“You’re not the one who has to wash it out of her uniform!”</span> you shot back, still grinning. <span class="mu-r">“I’ll order you a new one.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Thanks…”</span> you said, your smile faltering as your thoughts drifted back to what the shaggy black dog had said earlier. Your grandmother was still alive! Or…maybe she wasn’t, and this was all a trap. You couldn't know for sure, but you at least wanted to investigate further before you made any snap decisions. <span class="mu-r">“Hey.”</span> You looked over at Ben. <span class="mu-s">“Hm?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Were you talking to that dog earlier?”</span> —-------- Several minutes later, you and Ben met Ana in a mostly empty parking lot. You’d changed out of your bloody uniform, cleaned yourself off, and changed into your temporary costume. It was just a generic white ninja outfit, but it would have to do for now. <span class="mu-i">“That was a neat trick, with the blood.”</span> said the dog. He was sitting obediently by Ana’s side. The woman had a firm, vice-like grip around his neck this time. <span class="mu-s">“Thanks. It surprised me too.”</span> you said, not at all amused. And neither was Ben. After you told him a bit about what happened, his demeanor changed almost immediately. You could tell from his body language. He was <span class="mu-i">angry</span>. Not at the black dog, but at your supposedly living grandmother. You were still too shocked and confused to be angry. You were sure that it would hit you eventually. <span class="mu-s">“Do you have a name?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-i">“I have gone by many names in the past.”</span> he offered, unhelpfully. You nodded. <span class="mu-s">“I’m gonna call you ‘Shaggy’ for now. Cool?”</span> He stared at you for a moment, before letting out a non-committal grunt. <span class="mu-i">“Do as you will.”</span> Ana and Ben exchanged a glance. They still couldn’t understand him, but they were willing to wait for you to communicate it to them. <span class="mu-s">“Cool. Now, do you have any actual proof that anything you’re saying is actually true?”</span> <span class="mu-i">“Nothing concrete. But…she told me to tell you that your mother’s cookbooks double as spellbooks. You just have to know how to use the correct alchemical reagent to reveal the hidden text.”</span> You gaped at him. <span class="mu-s">“Wait…seriously!? Those have been spellbooks this entire time?”</span> you asked, giving him a suspicious look. <span class="mu-s">“How’d you know about my mom’s cookbooks?”</span> Shaggy scratched at his neck with one of his back feet. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 12 Oct 2024 00:27:40 No. 6121034 Report <span class="mu-i">“Family tradition, I suppose. Your grandmother does roughly the same thing. Although, I’m guessing that your mother was waiting to tell you until you reached an appropriate age.”</span>
You squinted at him.
<span class="mu-s">“Alright. Say I do believe you…”</span> you went on. <span class="mu-s">“Why’re you-”</span>
Your next question was interrupted by the sound of Ben’s phone ringing. Everyone glanced at him.
<span class="mu-r">“It’s your school. I should take this.”</span> he said, still sounding like he was in a sour mood.
You nodded your understanding and he stepped away for a moment. After a moment, you returned your attention to Shaggy.
What will you say?
>”What the hell is Monster Metropolis? Where is it, and why is my grandmother suddenly alive and living there?” >”Is my grandmother in danger? What's the emergency?” >"Why did my grandmother wait this long to contact me? Why haven't I heard from her until now?" >What are you actually supposed to be? Like, what species?" >"If I'm going anywhere with you, Ben's coming with me. And Ana too." >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6121034 If you have many names yet don’t give one, an additional one will be assigned. Shaggy brought it on himself.
>”What the hell is Monster Metropolis? Where is it, and why is my grandmother suddenly alive and living there?” >"Why did my grandmother wait this long to contact me? Why haven't I heard from her until now?" >”If I go there without Ben then he’ll probably ground me for the rest of my life. And find a way to do it in the afterlife. Will you be joining, Ana?” >“…Past tense, not present. You two already know. How long?” Probably for the better Ben is on a call so he can avoid hearing the last question.
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>>6121034 >”What the hell is Monster Metropolis? Where is it, and why is my grandmother suddenly alive and living there?” >”Is my grandmother in danger? What's the emergency?” >"What are you actually supposed to be? Like, what species?" >"If I'm going anywhere with you, Ben's coming with me. And Ana too." >Write-in. >"Who are you to my grandmother, what is your relation? Servant, lieutenant, employee, bodyguard, carrier pigeon, familiar?" I actually don't want to hear the excuses about no contact second hand. We can hear them directly I think, maybe there was a good reason but I doubt it.
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>>6121080 Fair, I had been thinking that earlier and voted against my own thought process. I’ll drop my own vote for it.
I’d still like advance warning on how long they’ve known since it might be a gut punch in itself, and asking that now gives us time to get over any kneejerk reaction if it sounds bad.
I’d also wondered if Ben knowing now would be better or worse. He’s already upset, it could harden him too much in the initial meeting. Cindy is more level-headed right now, whereas she might be more upset later. I ended up voting to hear it without him and we can mention it if it’s not long from their perspective. Having him calm down would be good if we can find reasons for it.
If there’s timey-wimey shit involved then I’d clarify it as their time, not ours.
>>6121034 >>6121046 +1 to the other write-in, -1 to the “why wait so long” vote.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 13 Oct 2024 14:25:36 No. 6122144 Report Quoted By:
>>6121046 >>6121080 >>6121225 >>6121451 >”What the hell is Monster Metropolis? Where is it, and why is my grandmother suddenly alive and living there?” >”Is my grandmother in danger? What's the emergency?” >"What are you actually supposed to be? Like, what species?" >"Who are you to my grandmother, what is your relation? Servant, lieutenant, employee, bodyguard, carrier pigeon, familiar?" >”If I go there without Ben then he’ll probably ground me for the rest of my life. And find a way to do it in the afterlife. Will you be joining, Ana?” >“…Past tense, not present. You two already know. How long?” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 13 Oct 2024 14:44:23 No. 6122152 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“What the hell is ‘Monster Metropolis’, and why is my grandmother suddenly alive and living there?”</span> Ana’s gaze sharpened at the mention of such a place, but she remained silent. <span class="mu-i">“It's exactly what it sounds like. A safe haven for creatures of all kinds. It also acts as a hub for trade and a shortcut between other realms. It exists on a plane parallel to that of your own, underneath this very city that you call home.”</span> Shaggy explained. Your eyes went wide. A place like that really exists!? Why weren't <span class="mu-i">you</span> told about it? <span class="mu-s">“And my grandmother's been living there all this time?”</span> Shaggy nodded. <span class="mu-i">“For as long as I've known her. She helps keep the peace between its denizens, as is the tradition of women in her family. In your <span class="mu-s">family</span>.”</span> he corrected. <span class="mu-i">“As such, she feels an obligation to the place.”</span> What about an obligation to family? She could’ve written a letter or sent a postcard, or something… <span class="mu-s">“So…what are you supposed to be, anyway? Like, what species?”</span> you asked, as polite as possible. <span class="mu-r">“My little princess was bitten by a WHAT!?”</span> Ben shouted. You both turned to look at him, and Shaggy snorted. <span class="mu-i">“Three-legged dog. ‘Samjogku’.”</span> Your eyes lit up as you turned back to face him. <span class="mu-s">“Demon shapeshifter. Korean folklore.”</span> you said, recognizing the name. <span class="mu-s">“You guys always looked bigger in the picture books.”</span> Shaggy bared his teeth in what you assumed was a grin. Ana gave the dog a dubious look before reaffirming her grip. <span class="mu-i">“You're well informed. Your mother taught you well.”</span> You had to fight to keep yourself from scowling at him. <span class="mu-r">“And where was security during all this!?”</span> Ben shouted. That helped you to calm down a little. Ben’s little performance back there was distracting you so much that you found yourself paying attention to both sides of the conversation. You squinted at Shaggy, tilted your head to the side and stared at his hind legs. <span class="mu-s">“I count <span class="mu-i">four</span> legs. Did you get a transplant or something?”</span> <span class="mu-i">“The back left leg is fake. A wooden replica with an enchantment that allows me to fool most people.”</span> he explained. <span class="mu-s">“I thought Samjogku were capable of shifting into human form. Why didn't you just pretend to be human when you delivered the message?”</span> <span class="mu-i">“My ability to shift into human form has been stripped from me long before you were born, girl. I just followed a trail until I found <span class="mu-s">you</span>.”</span> Well, he probably could've shifted into something a little more inconspicuous, but you decided not to mention that out loud. <span class="mu-r">“This is unacceptable! I expect you to protect my child while she's under your care!”</span> Ben exclaimed. Shaggy sniffed the air and pointed his nose at you. <span class="mu-i">“What about you?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Me?”</span> you asked, pointing at yourself. <span class="mu-i">“What are you, exactly?”</span> He tilted his head in a way that made him seem more dog-like. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 13 Oct 2024 14:45:56 No. 6122153 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“I'm human.”</span> you stated simply. He didn't look convinced. <span class="mu-i">“No…not completely. You don't smell like any human I've ever met before. It's vaguely familiar, though. Perhaps you have a mixed heritage.”</span> You folded your arms over your chest and huffed at him. <span class="mu-r">“I might not be on the PTA yet, but I plan to be! And you'd better believe in bringing this up at the next, next meeting.”</span> Ben declared. Now he just sounded like he was venting his frustrations over the phone. <span class="mu-s">“Why don’t you ask your boss?”</span> you suggested. <span class="mu-s">“Who are you to my grandmother, anyway? A servant? Lieutenant, employee, bodyguard, carrier pigeon, familiar?”</span> Shaggy smacked his lips and raised his nose to the air. <span class="mu-i">“Mm…I suppose you could say…all of the above.”</span> You rolled your eyes at the frustratingly vague answer. The black dog seemed to take some pleasure in that. <span class="mu-i">“I have been in your family's service for some time now,”</span> he continued. <span class="mu-i">“With your grandmother's death, I would have been placed in your mother's service. And in her absence…”</span> Your shoulders drooped. <span class="mu-s">“You would be placed in <span class="mu-i">my</span> service…”</span> He bobbed his head. A pit formed in your stomach. <span class="mu-s">“Before, you said that my mom <span class="mu-i">was</span> waiting to tell me about the spellbooks. You used past tense, not present.”</span> Shaggy shifted uncomfortably in Ana’s grip. It was about the only time you’ve seen him lose his composure. <span class="mu-s">“How long have you known?”</span> you asked, unconsciously balling your hands into fists. Shaggy lowered his head. That told you everything you needed to know. <span class="mu-i">“Not long after it happened, word reached your grandmother. That’s another part of the reason why she has sent for you.”</span> All this time!? She’s known this entire time, and she waited until <span class="mu-i">now</span> to reach out to you!? She’d better have a damn good explanation for all of this, or you were going to join Ben in telling her off. <span class="mu-s">“And what’s the other reason? Is my grandmother in danger? What's the emergency?”</span> <span class="mu-i">“The balance of power is shifting in the Undercity. An outsider…a cursed, gods-forsaken wretch of a man known as ‘Skul the Slayer’ is threatening to upend everything we've built. An army of monsters has rallied behind him, and we fear that his ambitions may continue to rise until they reach the surface. <span class="mu-s">Your</span> realm.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“And what does she want <span class="mu-i">me</span> to do about it?”</span> you asked, unable to hide the incredulity in your voice as you placed a hand on your chest. <span class="mu-i">“She needs your help to deal with Skul, without killing him and turning him into a martyr.”</span> Shaggy answered, his gaze intent on you. You groaned. <span class="mu-s">“She couldn't even come to deliver the message herself? I haven't seen her since I was like 3.”</span> <span class="mu-i">“It would have been too dangerous. Your grandmother has enemies up here as well as down there.”</span> he explained. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 13 Oct 2024 14:47:27 No. 6122155 Report <span class="mu-r">“Oh, I'll sue! Believe me, I've got money to spare.”</span> Ben declared.
You glanced over at him and shook your head. He was overselling it.
<span class="mu-s">“If I go there without Ben, then he’ll probably ground me for the rest of my life. And find a way to do it in the afterlife.”</span> you added.
Shaggy’s eyes drifted over to the man ranting and raving over the phone.
<span class="mu-i">“This is the man who’s been taking care of you? I have no problems with him accompanying you, then.”</span> he easily agreed.
You nodded, glad that he didn’t try to fight you on the matter.
<span class="mu-s">“Will you be coming too, Ana?”</span>
The Huntress’ eyes focused on you once more.
<span class="mu-g">“To this ‘Monster Metropolis’, you mean? I would very much like to see it for myself, yes.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Good. Because I could use the backup.”</span>
The two of you exchanged a brief smile.
<span class="mu-i">“This one seems dangerous, though. She’s got the smell of a predator.”</span> Shaggy remarked.
<span class="mu-s">“Why am I the only one who can understand you?”</span> you said.
<span class="mu-i">“I’m using a charm to make our conversation private. I'll stop using it as soon as we find the Mask Maker.”</span>
You gave him a blank look.
<span class="mu-s">“The…’Mask Maker’?”</span>
<span class="mu-i">“She and another monster accompanied me on this trip, but both have gone missing. It is my duty to find them and bring them back, but I fear that I'm going to need your help.”</span>
What will you say?
>”Why didn't you just lead with that? If a monster is loose in the city, then I think that kinda takes priority over delivering a message from my grandma.” >”What kind of monsters are they?” >”How’d you lose track of them if you came here together?” >”I think we might need some more backup.” (Invite someone else to come along.) >”Fine. Let's just get this over with.” >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6122155 Oof. Not good news, unfortunately. With everything else we’ve heard I’m sure the excuse is going to be that reaching out to us would put us in danger of grandma’s “topside” enemies since they’d know a connection exists, and the Monster Metropolis is too dangerous for her to be brought into it. Except when grandma needs help, of course.
>Ana smells like a predator Well, yeah. There’s a chance she’s even an archetype related to it. Just don’t be prey and you’ll be fine!
>”What kind of monsters are they?” >”How well-behaved are they? If they might hurt people without supervision then you should have led with that.” General info. I’m not going to assume that just because they’re “monsters” that they’ll be causing havoc… but I could be wrong.
>”How’d you lose track of them if you came here together?” Teleportation shenanigans?
>”Fine. What’s the best ways to track them?” Move on afterward.
Do we bring in our sidekick? If she helps us track down the monsters then she’ll want to join us in the trip to the MM. Orchestrating a coup of a political faction seems a tad bit more dangerous than the beating street thugs, but having Ben and Ana along reduces the risk while giving her a better idea of the real shit heroes can get up to.
I don’t think Cindy knows anyone else who would be good for this stuff. Maybe Black Cat? There’d be interesting stuff to steal, and if we can’t kill Skul then infiltration and theft could be more important. Maybe Ben would reach to the Morlocks since it involves us, too.
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>>6122155 >>”What kind of monsters are they?” >>”How’d you lose track of them if you came here together?” Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 14 Oct 2024 14:39:38 No. 6122954 Report Hey guys, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be out of town for the rest of this week. I'm visiting my loved ones, so I won't be able to update as often, or with the proper formatting. But I'll still try my best to update whenever I get a moment to get some writing done!
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>>6122954 No worries, Scorekeeper! Hope you enjoy the trip up to family.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:Ldqtnv2r Thu 17 Oct 2024 20:26:55 No. 6124779 Report Quoted By:
>>6123744 Thanks! I'm gonna post the update in a moment. Just wanted to make absolutely sure that the format won't work here.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:Ldqtnv2r Thu 17 Oct 2024 20:29:43 No. 6124781 Report “What kind of monsters are they?” “The Mask Maker is a Limbo demon and a skilled practitioner of black magic, despite her young age. And the other is a Tulpa—a personal creation of the Kaiju King. He is an energy being that thrives on electricity.” A Limbo demon and a Tulpa? That's not something you see everyday. And what's this about a “Kaiju King”? Kaiju is just Japanese for “giant monster”, right? Just how big is this Tulpa, then? “Are they the type to cause trouble?” “Not on purpose.” Shaggy admitted. That didn't exactly fill you with confidence. “How'd you lose track of them if you came here together?” “As soon as we arrived, the Mask Maker caught wind of a monster that escaped captivity and fled to your realm. She and the Tulpa gave chase, while I went to fetch you.” “What kind of monster was it?” you asked. “An old alien named Gorgolla. He's a silicon-based lifeform with skin hard as stone. A bad match-up for Hi-Vo.” “Who?” “The Tulpa.” “Right. The energy-based one. Ana can help us track them down.” “What's going on?” Ana asked. “We've got three monsters on the loose, and Shaggy here needs our help to find them.” you explained. “Can he take us to the last place he saw them?” Shaggy nodded to her, and a moment later, a webline attached itself to his collar. “If we're going on a walk, you're gonna have to start wearing a leash.” Ben said, finally rejoining the conversation. “Can't have the neighbors complaining.” Shaggy's ears drooped and he shot you a sideways glance, but he didn't give voice to the protests that he undoubtedly held. “We just have to make sure that we avoid passing BVA.” you said. You could only imagine the kind of rumors that were forming from this little incident. You were starting to think that you were pretty bad at keeping a low profile. —-------- About an hour later, you and Ben were following Shaggy and Ana’s lead in tracking down those monsters. You got a few weird looks for being in full costume in broad daylight, but you ignored them and kept facing forward. “Hey,” You glanced over at Ben. He'd been oddly quiet up until this point. “You okay?” You nodded weakly. “Yeah. I've just been thinking…” “What about?” It was honestly hard to narrow it down.>”I'm trying to figure out what I should say to my grandma when I see her. I don't know if I should yell at her or have a touching family reunion.” >”Shaggy said that I didn’t smell completely human. What if I've been a ‘monster’ all this time?” >”Why don’t we talk about how you're doing? You seemed pretty upset earlier.” >”My grandmother knows about what happened to my parents. To her own daughter. And she's acting like she doesn't care!” >"It's nothing. I'll tell you later." >Write-in.
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>>6124781 >”Shaggy said that I didn’t smell completely human. What if I've been a ‘monster’ all this time?” Not the biggest real issue, but maybe the one we can dig into the most now. It might explain our ability to sometimes command creatures.
I’d also accept
>”Why didn’t my parents live in this Metropolis? Was it by choice? Did my dad know? Did my any of them hate the other side? Is that why she never reached out and my mother never taught me about this? I’ll get to hear my grandmother’s side, but not my parents.” We’ll get answers to a lot of other questions, but it may be biased. We don’t have anything available to un-bias it though. Not unless Khonshu can phone a friend to get some answers from mom and dad.
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>>6124781 >”Shaggy said that I didn’t smell completely human. What if I've been a ‘monster’ all this time?” We told the Silvertongue to return her voice 'as is' but who knows if it actually did. The 'disney princess' effect might be from that.
>”My grandmother knows about what happened to my parents. To her own daughter. And she's acting like she doesn't care!” Switch to sign language for this. Who knows what Shaggy might be reporting back.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Tue 22 Oct 2024 22:46:36 No. 6127553 Report Quoted By:
Finally back from my vacation! Sorry for the wait!
>>6125235 >>6125403 >”Shaggy said that I didn’t smell completely human. What if I've been a ‘monster’ all this time?” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 23 Oct 2024 01:08:14 No. 6127594 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“Shaggy said that I didn’t smell ‘completely human’. What if I’ve been a ‘monster’ all this time, without even knowing it?”</span> Ben gave you an odd look. <span class="mu-r">“Do you have any idea how hardcore you are? I watched you fight an enraged spider-lizard mutant thing right after your throat had been slit.”</span> You shrugged at him. <span class="mu-s">“You did most of the work in that fight. I couldn’t have done that by myself.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“That’s besides the point.”</span> he shot back. <span class="mu-r">“It’s honestly not a big deal if you’re ‘half-monster’ or whatever. If anything, it makes a lot of sense.”</span> You frowned at him, and Ben made a motion with a head that told you he was rolling his eyes under that mask. <span class="mu-r">“After all the crazy things I’ve seen you do, I’m seriously supposed to believe that all of that is coming from ‘the power of prayer’?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“...Yes?”</span> Ben shook his head. <span class="mu-r">“As far as I’m concerned, whether you’re 100% human or not doesn’t change anything.”</span> You’ve got an entire book on changeling psychology that says otherwise. <span class="mu-r">“If you’re that worried, we can look into it after this.”</span> Ben promised. You gave him a grateful nod. Ben was usually pretty good at keeping his promises. <span class="mu-i">“We’re getting close.”</span> Shaggy offered, forcing you to push your worries to the back of your mind for the time being. But, right at that very moment, a small, fuzzy shape dropped down onto a nearby mailbox. You, Ben and Ana took combat-ready poses, but Shaggy barely budged. If anything, he looked a little relieved. You gave the fuzzy little creature a closer look…and realized that it wasn’t the rabid mutant wolverine that you thought it was. The fur was obviously fake, the eyes were crossed and glassy, and there were distinct traces of sloppy stitching that stood out in discolored patches. <span class="mu-r">“Trick-or-treaters are getting aggressive this year…”</span> Ben remarked. <span class="mu-i">“Eri. Where have you been?”</span> Shaggy asked, seemingly familiar with the fuzzy creature. <span class="mu-r">“Smokey! Hi-Vo needs our help!”</span> The owner of the voice sounded female, so you thought it safe to assume that this was the “Mask Maker” you were told about. You weren’t too keen on Limbo demon physiology, but this creature seemed pretty young. She was about as tall as a small child–maybe a little bigger than Peter. <span class="mu-i">“I know. And I brought help.”</span> Shaggy declared, using his front paw to gesture at your group. <span class="mu-i">“You’re dressed up as a werewolf, right? How good is your nose?”</span> The Limbo demon tapped her nose with a clawed glove. <span class="mu-r">“It’s a certified super-sniffer. I’ve got both of their scents.”</span> <span class="mu-i">“Good. Lead the way.”</span> The Mask Maker bobbed her head up and down, and you saw a fake tongue flop out of the mouth of her costume. She then leapt from the mailbox and started sprinting down the street on all fours. <span class="mu-g">“What’s going on?”</span> Ana asked. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 23 Oct 2024 01:13:58 No. 6127598 Report <span class="mu-s">“We’re following <span class="mu-i">her</span> now.”</span> you confirmed. <span class="mu-r">“Do we know if she’s had all of her shots?”</span> Ben chimed in. <span class="mu-i">“She most certainly has not.”</span> Shaggy huffed. —------------ Due to traffic, police questioning, and the questionable accuracy of the Limbo demon’s “super-sniffer”, you ended up wasting more time than you would’ve liked. Turns out, a demon child dressed like a dog, a big mangy real dog, and three random people wearing costumes tend to draw a lot of attention in broad daylight. Somehow, though, you managed to track the missing monsters down to an active construction site. You weren't sure what they were building here, but it was already seven stories tall, and it looked like they wanted to keep adding to it. <span class="mu-i">“They’re close! I can smell it.”</span> Eri said, for the tenth time. <span class="mu-b">“Hey! You can't be here!”</span> shouted a construction worker over the steady rhythm of a jackhammer. Eri whimpered and covered her fake ears. <span class="mu-r">“WHAT!?”</span> Ben shouted back. <span class="mu-b">“I SAID YOU CAN'T-”</span> A blinding flash of light and the crackling of thunder cut off whatever the man was about to say. Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at the phenomenon. Shaggy muttered a curse. <span class="mu-i">“Those idiots! They’ve pierced the veil.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Isn't that a band or something?”</span> you asked. Shaggy shook his head. <span class="mu-i">“The veil prevents them from interacting with your world, and it's the only thing that prevents them from being discovered when they cross over.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“But how does-”</span> Panicked screams drew your attention to an airborne excavator. Ben was already in motion by the time you were starting to react. He swung in and grabbed a few of the construction workers, moving them out of the way before the excavator slammed into the dirt. <span class="mu-g">“Everyone out! Evacuate the area!”</span> Ana demanded. No one argued with her or waited around to see what was going on. They moved as fast as they could without trampling over each other. Ben was focused on evacuating people on the upper floors, and Ana was checking to make sure that everyone had gotten the message. You glanced over at Shaggy…and found him digging a hole? <span class="mu-s">“Now's not the time to go digging up bones in the backyard!”</span> <span class="mu-i">“I'm digging us a way out of here!”</span> he snapped back. <span class="mu-i">“I need you to find a way to get those two to stop fighting. One way or another.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Try not to hurt Hi-Vo!”</span> Eri pleaded, showing glimpses of her crimson skin through the gap in her mask. You frowned and returned your attention to the cloud of debris where the bright light had come from. What will you do?>Grab a sledgehammer and teach that stone creature a lesson. >Get in between both monsters and try to talk them down. There's no reason you can't settle things peacefully. Have the Mask Maker hijack some heavy machinery to help you in your fight.>Help Ben and Ana evacuate the site before anyone gets hurt. >Write-in.
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>>6127598 >Get in between both monsters and try to talk them down. There's no reason you can't settle things peacefully. Welcome back! I’m not actually convinced we can “talk” them down, but shouting at them like they’re bad dogs may work given our sometimes-funny voice.
Is there a missing section describing the monsters? All we see is the debris so far. Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky
Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 23 Oct 2024 04:48:47 No. 6127786 Report >>6127606 There's no missing section. The monsters are somewhat obscured by the debris, as well as this "Veil". You'll get a better look at the action once you get a little closer. Anonymous
>>6127606 +1
But also keep make sure not to get caught in the crossfire if they won't cooperate. We are injured after all.
I think these are the new characters:
>Dog: Shaggy -> Samjogku - Three-legged dog - Shapeshifter
>Minions: Mask Maker -> Limbo Demon - Black Magic
Hi-Vo -> Tulpa - Electricity Being
>Alien: Gorgolla -> Silicon-based lifeform - Stoneskin
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 24 Oct 2024 01:17:23 No. 6128261 Report Quoted By:
>>6127606 >>6128175 >Get in between both monsters and try to talk them down. There's no reason you can't settle things peacefully. Taking these. Writing...
>>6128175 That's right!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 24 Oct 2024 02:09:32 No. 6128303 Report Quoted By:
Without most of your usual gadgets, you felt woefully underprepared for an encounter of this magnitude. You might be able to squeak out a win with Ben and Ana's help, but… You glanced back at the Limbo demon, her mask's fake eyes staring pleadingly back at you. Maybe you wouldn’t need to resort to violence this time. Marc did say that you were in a unique position to reason with the creatures of the night, rather than punch their lights out and drive a stake through their heart. <span class="mu-s">“I'll try.”</span> you promised, placing a hand on the fake werewolf's shoulder. Then, you dove into the fray, jumping over the heads of the fleeing civilians and towards the growing cloud of debris. As soon as you got closer, though, both monsters sprang into view–as if they'd been there all along and you just weren't looking from the right angle. On the left, there was a large black creature with sharp spines and ridges trailing down its back and lining the outside of its muscular forearms. Segmented blue lines flowed from his neck, down to the rest of his body, and its eyes and mouth glowed with a similar light. It looked to be about 25 feet tall, with a narrow face, a thick neck and a hunched posture. The creature that you assumed to be “Hi-Vo” seemed to be the source of all that light and noise earlier. On the right, you saw a giant, 30 foot gargoyle. There wasn't any other way to describe it. <span class="mu-s">“I'm guessing you're Gorgolla.”</span> Both monsters turned to stare at you in shock. And because he looked away, Hi-Vo got smacked in the face by Gorgolla's tail. The big guy fell over with a <span class="mu-i">thud</span>. You winced and gave him an apologetic wave. <span class="mu-s">“Sorry. Are you okay?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“I’m fine. Didn't even feel it.”</span> Hi-Vo said hastily, his resounding voice humming with power as he scrambled to his feet. <span class="mu-i">“Get out my way, human. This doesn't concern you.”</span> Gorgolla demanded, his voice the sound of grinding gravel. <span class="mu-b">“I hate to agree with ‘big ugly’ here but-”</span> Hi-Vo paused, and his glowing eyes widened as he leaned in to get a better look at you. <span class="mu-b">“Wait a minute. You're the old bag's grandkid, aren't you?”</span> he asked, pointing a dark, sharp claw at your chest. <span class="mu-s">“Uhh...yeah, I guess I am.”</span> you said with a shrug. Hi-Vo chuckled. <span class="mu-b">“Heh, yeah. I wouldn't be too thrilled about it either.”</span> A deep rumble shook you to your very core, then. A moment later, you recognized it as the sound of Gorgolla's growling. <span class="mu-i">“Then she sent you here to help this weakling banish me.”</span> he said, leveling an accusatory glare at you. <span class="mu-b">“Yeah? Well this <span class="mu-i">weakling's</span> been cleaning your clock for the past hour.”</span> Hi-Vo said, pointing a thumb back at himself. <span class="mu-i">“That would be an overly generous interpretation of your performance thus far.”</span> Gorgolla observed. <span class="mu-b">“That's not what your mom said last night.”</span> he shot back. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 24 Oct 2024 02:11:19 No. 6128305 Report <span class="mu-b">“Oh, we made it work. Long distance relationships are pretty manageable these days.”</span>
Your head moved back and forth between the hulking behemoths. It was like watching an oversized middle schooler squabble with a statue.
<span class="mu-s">“Alright, that's enough!”</span> you shouted.
Both of them finally remembered that you were still there, and turned to stare down at you.
<span class="mu-s">“I didn’t come here to banish you, Gorgolla. I just need the two of you to break it up before somebody gets hurt.”</span>
Hi-Vo opened his mouth, and you cut him off before he got a chance to say something stupid.
<span class="mu-s">“Someone who <span class="mu-i">isn't</span> 50 feet tall!”</span>
He closed his mouth. You nodded approvingly and turned to look up at the gargoyle.
<span class="mu-s">“Gorgolla, what exactly did you do to warrant ‘banishment'?”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“He tried to take over the world! Multiple times!”</span> Hi-Vo cut in.
You were about to tell the energy creature that you weren't talking to him, when Gorgolla spoke.
<span class="mu-i">“That was a long time ago by human standards.”</span> he reasoned.
<span class="mu-b">“That doesn't make it any better!”</span> Hi-Vo exclaimed.
These two were starting to give you a headache. Maybe you weren't cut out for this “mediation” stuff.
What will you say?
>”Did you seriously try to take over the world? Are you like an alien invader, or something?” >”If it was that long ago, then there’s a chance that he’s changed. We can’t just banish people for all eternity for some stuff they did in the past. No matter how terrible.” >”Isn’t there some sort of ‘Monster Judge Judy’ we can take him to? Don’t they have courts down there in Monster Metropolis?” >”What exactly happens to someone when they get banished?” >Write-in. Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s 10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip Upcoming Events in the Maximum Universe:
https://pastebin.com/DceSEjiR Anonymous
>>6127786 Ah, I had thought the veil was fully shattered earlier, not partially. I’m tracking now.
>>6128175 This also helped! Mostly because I’d forgotten the individual monster types.
It was later overshadowed by the changeling joke, which got a chuckle out of me. >>6128305 >”Alright, if you make a decent case with me then I’ll try to vouch for you later. After someone explains more about how I’m part of all this, I guess.” If he’s reformed then I’d hope he’s able to sit down long enough to explain his situation to his sudden overworked(?) public (??) case worker(???) that’s now present.
>”Did you seriously try to take over the world? Are you like an alien invader, or something?” I’m more curious about the “how” and “when” myself.
>”Isn’t there some sort of ‘Monster Judge Judy’ we can take him to? Don’t they have courts down there in Monster Metropolis?” Is her grandmom the sole court of appeal or something.
>”What exactly happens to someone when they get banished?” Part of the joke is missing, something like “You haven’t met my mother, you’ve been in a cell for 200 years!” Anonymous
>>6128305 >”What exactly happens to someone when they get banished?” >”Did you seriously try to take over the world? Are you like an alien invader, or something?” No one accidentally tries to take over the world multiple times. And if it was long ago by human standards but not his own then has he learned his lesson? Doesn't really 'seem' repentant.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 24 Oct 2024 22:39:44 No. 6128767 Report Quoted By:
>>6128330 >>6128750 >”What exactly happens to someone when they get banished?” >”Did you seriously try to take over the world? Are you like an alien invader, or something?” Taking these. Writing...
>>6128330 Damn, you're right!
Here's the whole bit:
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<span class="mu-b">“Yeah? Well this weakling's been cleaning your clock for the past hour.”</span> Hi-Vo said, pointing a thumb back at himself.
<span class="mu-i">“That would be an overly generous interpretation of your performance thus far.”</span> Gorgolla observed.
<span class="mu-b">“That's not what your mom said last night.”</span> he shot back.
<span class="mu-i">"I haven't seen my mother in several hundred years. I somehow doubt that she would come all the way from Stonus V to see a pathetic creature such as yourself."</span> Gorgolla replied, his hands clenched into fists.
<span class="mu-b">“Oh, we made it work. Long distance relationships are pretty manageable these days.”</span>
Your head moved back and forth between the hulking behemoths. It was like watching an oversized middle schooler squabble with a statue.
<span class="mu-s">“Alright, that's enough!”</span> you shouted.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 25 Oct 2024 00:56:39 No. 6128833 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“What exactly happens to someone when they get banished?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“I've never gone there myself, but I hear it's supposed to be a barren wasteland in an alternate dimension where we exile frenzied monsters that make trouble.”</span> Hi-Vo answered. <span class="mu-i">“Banishment is often permanent, as no other creature has ever returned through their own influence.”</span> Gorgolla added, his heavy stone wings wrapping around his body. That sounds pretty serious. But, so is his crime. <span class="mu-s">“Did you really try to take over the world? Are you like an alien invader, or something?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“That's exactly what he is. He <span class="mu-i">led</span> the damn invasion.”</span> Hi-Vo agreed. Gorgolla let out a rumble expressing his displeasure. <span class="mu-i">“I…will admit,”</span> he began. <span class="mu-i">“I originally arrived on your planet several centuries ago with the intention of claiming it for my people. We didn't expect much resistance from what we assumed were a…particularly aggressive species of upright monkey.”</span> Wow? Species-ist much? <span class="mu-b">“Told you.”</span> Hi-Vo said in a self-satisfied tone as he folded his arms over his broad chest. Gorgolla's scowl deepened, and you motioned for him to continue. <span class="mu-i">“But…over time, I have observed the ways of your people during my occupation here. I have watched you grow as a species, watched you make rapid advancement in multiple fields of study, and have come to the conclusion that it would be a waste to interfere in your progress. I no longer wish to conquer your race, and I do not possess the means to do so.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Did you come to that conclusion before, or after you got your ass kicked by your little army of slave soldiers?”</span> Hi-Vo put in. <span class="mu-s">“You owned slaves?”</span> you asked, unable to hide the incredulity in your voice. <span class="mu-i">“It was a perfectly normal part of our society.”</span> he shot back. <span class="mu-i">“They were considered a lesser race.”</span> Hi-Vo broke into a sudden coughing fit that sounded suspiciously like <span class="mu-b">“Bad Guy”</span>. <span class="mu-i">“I am no longer a slave owner.”</span> Gorgolla grumbled. <span class="mu-s">“That is an absolutely <span class="mu-i">wild</span> thing to hear from a giant alien gargoyle.”</span> you observed. <span class="mu-b">“The only reason you don't own any slaves is because they jumped your cold stony butt.”</span> Hi-Vo pointed out. Gorgolla's next words were ground out through clenched teeth. <span class="mu-i">“I. HAVE. CHOSEN. NOT to practice slavery.”</span> he declared, his booming voice never raising to a shout, despite his clear frustration. <span class="mu-r">“Why’s that? Couldn’t make it to nationals?”</span> Ben said, swinging over to check on the situation. <span class="mu-r">“You could’ve at least aimed for the Olympics. It’d have to be a pretty specific category, but I’d like to think that we’re a pretty inclusive society.”</span> Both monsters tensed when they saw him coming, but you signaled for them to stand down, and, for some reason, they actually listened. Maybe you weren’t completely terrible at being a monster mediator. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 25 Oct 2024 01:03:55 No. 6128839 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“You look like you’ve got this under control.”</span> Ben signed. <span class="mu-s">“Somehow, yeah.”</span> you signed back. <span class="mu-s">“I wouldn’t mind a bit of backup.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Uh…are they playing charades, or something…?”</span> Hi-Vo asked, leaning over to whisper at the gargoyle. <span class="mu-i">“It is American Sign Language. They are attempting to have a private conversation.”</span> Gorgolla explained. Both you and Ben gave the alien gargoyle a surprised look. <span class="mu-s">“You sign?”</span> you asked in ASL. <span class="mu-i">“I am fluent, yes.”</span> he signed back. <span class="mu-s">“Wow, that was pretty good!”</span> you said, genuinely impressed by the fluid movement of his stone fingers. Ben shook his head. <span class="mu-r">“Okay, you’re gonna have to catch me up here.”</span> You intended to do just that, but before you got a chance, a giant star-shaped hole opened above the unfinished building! You and everyone else looked up to see what it was. It looked like some sort of portal, with increasingly smaller stars layered throughout its depths, seemingly to infinity. Sort of like a visual feedback loop. Your eyes widened even further when multiple dropships emerged from the portal, quickly moving to surround the area and cut off your escape routes. <span class="mu-r">“Friends of yours?”</span> Ben asked, glancing between the two monsters and the approaching ships. Hi-Vo just shrugged, and Gorgolla stared around warily. That wasn’t very reassuring. You squinted at one of the ships that was swinging around to come up beside you, and you thought you could make out an emblem of a woman with a gentle smile swaddling a globe in white cloth. The door on that particular ship slid open a moment later, and a boy wearing yellow goggles and white and blue spandex flew out of it. His mask left the lower half of his face exposed, and you could see that his jaw was set in a determined grimace. <span class="mu-b">“Sorry about this.”</span> he said, pointing a hand towards you. And then your body <span class="mu-i">lifted</span> off of the ground! It was as if you’d suddenly become weightless, or something! <span class="mu-s">“Whoa!”</span> Your arms flailed, and you struggled to find something to grab onto. Your stomach was turning, and you could feel a slight pressure building in your ears. If only you had your grappling hook on-hand…! Thankfully, Ben wasted no time in tethering you to him with a webline. That at least kept from floating into the sky. That was, until, an arrow came sailing past, severing the connection. You both traced its trajectory back to another drop-ship, this one housing a girl with long black hair tied back into a ponytail. She wore purple and black spandex, with an assortment of straps and pouches wrapping across her chest, right leg and waist. But the one part of her wardrobe that was drawing your immediate attention were the bow and arrow she had aimed in your direction. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 25 Oct 2024 01:08:28 No. 6128841 Report Quoted By:
Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of purple shades, but you were certain she was looking <span class="mu-i">straight</span> at you. You prepared yourself to catch whatever she shot at you, but the projectile never came. Not towards you, at least. The archer girl instead swiveled to fire a shot at Ana without breaking eye contact with you. The huntress easily snatched the arrow out of the air, and threw it aside almost immediately. A thick plume of green gas began spewing from the arrow tip before it even hit the ground, and you could just barely make out Ana covering her face with her cloak and retreating from the growing cloud. The Mask Maker was doing likewise. <span class="mu-r">“Ana!”</span> Ben shouted, struggling between keeping you from floating away and running to his girlfriend’s aid. Like a magician whipping out a card, you instantly brandished a moon dart and flicked it at the archer girl. It only traveled half its distance before she spotted it and sniped it out of the air, though. You muttered a curse, and did a rundown of your available options.>Float helplessly. or>Scream your head off and flail around wildly. Not great options, all things considered. Hi-Vo aimed his hand at the dropship in front of you and released an arc of electricity. The guy in white and blue spandex just barely managed to spin out of its path, weakening his grasp on you. The ship had fared far worse, and was only barely managing to avoid spinning out of control. The flying boy brought out his other hand, using his power to stabilize the vehicle he’d just come out of. Ben took that opportunity to turn the tables on him. He ran up to the boy, sprang into the air, snagged his underwear through a gap in his costume with a webline, and yanked it over his head in what you could only describe as the world’s worst atomic wedgie! <span class="mu-r">“A little advice, kid! Girls don’t like grabby guys!”</span> Ben said, blinding the boy with his own underwear and encasing him in a near complete web cocoon. The boy had no choice but to leave the ship to its fate, as he had his hands full preventing himself from falling full speed towards the ground. You felt a pang of sympathy for the guy. Or maybe you were just cringing from how brutal that wedgie was. You were <span class="mu-i">absolutely</span> certain, however, that you could feel your sense of balance returning to you as your assailant lost control of whatever power he was using on you. You landed back on your feet and went into an immediate crouch, narrowly avoiding a blunt-tipped arrow to the side of your head. Another volley followed, and you prepared to dodge again, but an oppressive shadow washed over you and blocked your vision, as well as the arrows! You looked up to find Gorgolla’s outstretched wing being placed in front of you. He stared down at you with an impassive look on his stony face. You were grateful that he’d tried to protect you, but you could also see that he hadn’t fully committed to the fight. No one was trying to provoke him, either. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 25 Oct 2024 01:12:27 No. 6128844 Report Then…you heard cawing. It started off small—barely noticeable amidst the chaos. But then it grew louder—to the point where you were unable to ignore it. It swelled to a great cacophony of bird cries as a black mass spiraled down from the open star portal. There were enough birds there to blot out the sky from where you were standing. And they might have plunged the construction site into artificial night…if it weren’t for her. There was just one girl floating amidst the storm. One girl with long, braided purple pigtails, and outerwear that was unmistakably Nordic in design. She raised what looked like a staff, and all those arcs of electricity that Hi-Vo had been firing drastically altered course, and flowed into it. Your heart sank, then. You didn’t know what you were going to do about something like <span class="mu-s">that</span>! And the worst part? It was the cawing. It drowned out everything, filling the sky and your ears with…laughter. The birds were laughing. It was a maniacal cackle that bordered on obnoxious, and you wanted nothing more than for all of them to just shut up! They were so damned <span class="mu-i">loud</span>! You couldn't even hear Ben's quips over this racket! You clutched your ears and opened your mouth to let out a scream! <span class="mu-s">“SHUT! UP!”</span> The words flew out of your mouth…and every bird went dead silent. Your words had cracked like a whip, and they were barely recognizable to your own ears, but they were undoubtedly your own. Suddenly, everyone turned to stare at you, waiting to see what you would do next. You were wondering that as well. What will you say/do?>(Turn to Gorgolla) “Help us get out of here, and I’ll see about getting that banishment lifted.” >Shout something else. Maybe it’ll work again. (Write-in.) >Utter a short prayer to Khonshu, and clutch your magic mummy hand. You’re not sure what it does, but you’ll take buckets of blood over a useless bandage. >Make a b-line for the archer girl’s ship. She’s pretty much controlling the battlefield from up there. >Have Ben cover you while you search for Ana, the Mask Maker and Shaggy. They’re probably fighting their own battle right about now. >Write-in.
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>>6128844 >Utter a short prayer to Khonshu, and clutch your magic mummy hand. You’re not sure what it does, but you’ll take buckets of blood over a useless bandage. Cast Fist. Or Khonshu's Hand. Throw out a mummy wrapped hand that grasp things remotely, should suffice as a grappling hook since we are missing one.
>Make a b-line for the archer girl’s ship. She’s pretty much controlling the battlefield from up there. Anonymous
>>6128844 Unrelated to the vote, I looked up Khonshu again noticed this time that he’s invoked for protection against wild animals and to bless friendly ones. Our “charm” powers may be an extension of Khonshu and our own lineage. So that’s neat.
More related, them not being recognized by anyone is pretty weird. Mercs that our grandmother’s enemy has hired out maybe?
>(Turn to Gorgolla) “Help us get out of here, and I’ll see about getting that banishment lifted.” If we lose, he can switch sides again. Better to get out legit than to bust loose though.
>Utter a short prayer to Khonshu, and clutch your magic mummy hand. You’re not sure what it does, but you’ll take buckets of blood over a useless bandage. Grappling hook? Shame Amumu probably doesn’t exist yet, skill shot stuns could also be up her alley.
>Make a b-line for the archer girl’s ship. She’s pretty much controlling the battlefield from up there. If the birds harass us, I’d yell
>Fly away! to see if they’ll scatter. I assume Nordic girl would keep them from attacking an ally.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 27 Oct 2024 17:04:46 No. 6130327 Report Quoted By:
>>6128858 >>6129187 >Utter a short prayer to Khonshu, and clutch your magic mummy hand. You’re not sure what it does, but you’ll take buckets of blood over a useless bandage. >Make a b-line for the archer girl’s ship. She’s pretty much controlling the battlefield from up there. Taking these. Writing...
>>6129187 Nice observation!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 27 Oct 2024 18:09:25 No. 6130366 Report Quoted By:
Despite all the attention on you–despite all the sudden arrivals and everything around you exploding, you found yourself reflecting on your mother's words of wisdom. <span class="mu-i">“There is always time for prayer. You just had to make it.”</span> You closed your eyes, and time seemed to slow. A sad smile formed under your mask, and your attention turned inward. <span class="mu-s">“Oh, Father. I need your help. Your Hunter's Moon…needs your help.”</span> you pleaded. <span class="mu-s">“I am always with you, my child.”</span> Khonshu answered, his bony hand resting on your shoulder from a place unseen. <span class="mu-s">“Khonshu–who is the Defender. The Embracer. The Traveler. The Pathfinder. My guiding light on the darkest of nights.”</span> you continued. <span class="mu-s">“What is it that you would ask of me, my child?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Show me how to use your gift. Guide me to victory against the archer.”</span> you requested. <span class="mu-s">“It shall be done, my child. If you only ask to see the path to victory, then all you must do is open your eyes to it.”</span> You slowly opened your eyes, and saw an illuminated path running between you and the archer that hadn’t been there before. Time began to flow at a normal speed once more, and you could tell that Khonshu’s attention was no longer fixated solely on you. However, you swore that you could still feel a firm, reassuring pressure on your shoulder. Your god was always with you. He walks with you, guiding your steps, both in and out of combat. You took a step and calmly observed as a cluster of three arrows with electrified tips hurtled towards you. Your mummy hand twitched, eager to act on your behalf. You relaxed your arm, and allowed it to do as it pleased. With sharp, rigid motions, your arm deftly blocked each and every one. The arrowheads sank into your arm with a dull sound of punctured cloth. You heard Ben shouting behind you, but you remained calm as you watched the arrows sink deeper and deeper into your arm, until the bandages swallowed them completely. You felt no pain, and barely any discomfort from that attack. You continued walking as sound flooded back into the battlefield, flexing your hand a few times, just to make sure that it was still in working condition. You still had no idea what this thing did, but you decided that it was okay not to know everything. If Khonshu made it for you, then you could trust it. You broke into a dead sprint, tucking your head to the side to avoid another arrow. More ships were swinging around to intercept you, various weapons emerging from hidden compartments to aim at you. They appeared to be non-lethal–-bola launchers and energy nets. Whoever these people were, they were going through great lengths to capture you alive. You wouldn’t give them the chance, and neither would Ben. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 27 Oct 2024 18:13:49 No. 6130374 Report Quoted By:
Almost on cue, Ben slammed into one of the dropships and ripped one of their cannons straight out of its socket. You gave him an appreciative nod and continued running. More projectiles came flying from all sides. You expertly wove, dove and slid through them, closely following the path that Khonshu had laid out for you. And every few seconds or so, your hand would shoot out to snatch a projectile out of the air of its own volition. The archer scowled and blew a bubble as she refocused her aim. She’d apparently been chewing gum this entire time. Talk about relaxed… She fired a volley of arrows in rapid succession, and you could tell that their grouping was too tight for you to dodge them easily. You raised your hand, preparing to intercept them, when a large, spectral mummified hand formed directly in front of you! The hand blocked the arrows, and continued to do so for the next few shots, before crumbling to dust and dropping the arrows at your feet. Feeling instinct take over, you kept your hand raised, clenched your fist and pointed it at the archer. Three arrow tips emerged from between your knuckles like Wolverine’s claws, and the mummy hand fired them directly at her. The archer’s bubble popped, and she dove out of the way just in time to avoid being skewered, giving you enough time to close the distance and- The mummy hand extended a web of bandages towards the ship, wrapping around it and pulling you closer to the cabin. This must be how Ben feels when he’s swinging through the city! You landed directly in front of the archer, and she scrambled to her feet. She swung her bow at your head, and you easily caught it, causing her to freeze up. “Aw shit-” You yanked the bow out of her hands and grabbed her by the collar with your mummy hand. You slammed her from one wall to the next, then up into the ceiling, and finally, down to the floor with a loud thud. She let out a pitiful moan, and stopped moving shortly after. Once you were sure that she wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon, you relieved her of her quiver, several darts and daggers, a utility belt outfitted with tools and lockpicks, and… Your eyes found the discarded bow in the corner of the cabin, and you knelt to retrieve it. And that’s when you saw the <span class="mu-i">beautiful</span> longsword lying in the corner. It must have belonged to the archer, and you were lucky that she didn’t try to use it against you. This thing looked <span class="mu-i">sharp</span>! And now, it was yours. You took a minute or two to equip your stolen gear, testing the bow to get a feel for it. “Oh yeah. This’ll do nicely…” Your moment of glory was soon interrupted, however, as multiple armed men and women began dropping from the other ships to surround your friends. Unfortunately for them, though, Ana and the Mask Maker chose that time to reveal themselves. The huntress and the Limbo demon pounced on them, and began tearing through their ranks with a kind of feral brutality. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 27 Oct 2024 18:16:41 No. 6130377 Report Quoted By:
Almost on cue, Ben slammed into one of the dropships and ripped one of their cannons straight out of its socket. You gave him an appreciative nod and continued running. More projectiles came flying from all sides. You expertly wove, dove and slid through them, closely following the path that Khonshu had laid out for you. And every few seconds or so, your hand would shoot out to snatch a projectile out of the air of its own volition. The archer scowled and blew a bubble as she refocused her aim. She’d apparently been chewing gum this entire time. Talk about relaxed… She fired a volley of arrows in rapid succession, and you could tell that their grouping was too tight for you to dodge them easily. You raised your hand, preparing to intercept them, when a large, spectral mummified hand formed directly in front of you! The hand blocked the arrows, and continued to do so for the next few shots, before crumbling to dust and dropping the arrows at your feet. Feeling instinct take over, you kept your hand raised, clenched your fist and pointed it at the archer. Three arrow tips emerged from between your knuckles like Wolverine’s claws, and the mummy hand fired them directly at her. The archer’s bubble popped, and she dove out of the way just in time to avoid being skewered, giving you enough time to close the distance and- The mummy hand extended a web of bandages towards the ship, wrapping around it and pulling you closer to the cabin. This must be how Ben feels when he’s swinging through the city! You landed directly in front of the archer, and she scrambled to her feet. She swung her bow at your head, and you easily caught it, causing her to freeze up. <span class="mu-b">“Aw shit-”</span> You yanked the bow out of her hands and grabbed her by the collar with your mummy hand. You slammed her from one wall to the next, then up into the ceiling, and finally, down to the floor with a loud thud. The girl let out a pitiful moan, and stopped moving shortly after. Once you were sure that she wasn’t going to be getting up anytime soon, you relieved her of her quiver, several darts and daggers, a utility belt outfitted with tools and lockpicks, and… Your eyes found the discarded bow in the corner of the cabin, and you knelt to retrieve it. And that’s when you saw the beautiful longsword lying in the corner. It must have belonged to the archer, and you were lucky that she didn’t try to use it against you. This thing looked sharp! And now, it was yours. You took a minute or two to equip your stolen gear, and started testing the bow to get a feel for it. <span class="mu-s">“Oh yeah. This’ll do nicely…”</span> Your moment of glory was short-lived, however, as multiple armed men and women began dropping from the other ships to surround your friends. Unfortunately for them, though, Ana and the Mask Maker chose that time to reveal themselves. The huntress and the Limbo demon pounced on them, and began tearing through their ranks with a kind of feral brutality. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 27 Oct 2024 18:17:42 No. 6130378 Report What will you do?>Use the bow to take out the ships’ engines. >Try to shoot the crow girl out of the sky with Ben’s help. >Snipe the soldiers from your vantage point with the archer’s trick arrows. You’re not entirely sure what they do, but you’re a fast learner. >Unsheathe your new sword and descend upon the unsuspecting soldiers. >Use your sword to break into the cockpit and take the pilot hostage. >Write-in.
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>>6130378 >Secure the archer. You’d like some answers when this is all done, and you don’t want someone snatching her away. >Try to shoot the crow girl out of the sky with Ben’s help. If we can bind her in mummy wrap, we can get Ben to web her to the ground so she can’t be picked up and carried away easily. The double wrapping will make it hard for her to escape on her own as well. If we can’t detach our wrapping in full then having Ben web her is the best option.
Getting his help makes it natural to start coordinating with him on a new capture target right afterward.
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>>6130378 >Try to shoot the crow girl out of the sky with Ben’s help. >Snipe the soldiers from your vantage point with the archer’s trick arrows. You’re not entirely sure what they do, but you’re a fast learner. Better use these arrows up. Don't want the archer to pull some remote detonator out of her boot.
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>>6130628 Ah. Good call, I’ll back using the trick arrows as well then. Better to have them in or by the enemy than us.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Tue 29 Oct 2024 22:43:40 No. 6131693 Report Quoted By:
>>6130628 >>6130876 >Try to shoot the crow girl out of the sky with Ben’s help. >Snipe the soldiers from your vantage point with the archer’s trick arrows. You’re not entirely sure what they do, but you’re a fast learn Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 30 Oct 2024 01:35:41 No. 6131766 Report Quoted By:
You grabbed an arrow, drew back the bowstring, aimed at one of the masked mercenaries and loosed. The flat tip of the arrow landed just below his shoulder-blades, and a sheet of ice began spreading from the tip to encase his entire body. The man was frozen solid within only a handful of seconds! You fired a second one, and this one unfolded into a bolas that wrapped around the midsection of your second target. He fell over and struggled to get back up as the Mask Maker mauled his friends. She seemed to have the speed and strength of a real werewolf, but you were certain that she was only a demon in disguise. Maybe Shaggy hadn’t been lying when he said that she was a practitioner of black magic. Your next arrow contained a rapidly expanding foam that mostly enveloped your target. And the one after that released a powerful pulse of electricity that took out multiple people. You’d assumed as much from the color of the ring around the flat arrowhead. A direct hit might’ve killed the man. A few of them tried to turn and return fire, but they either missed, or they were taken down by the other two after getting distracted. Even now, they were being careful not to use lethal force. You were preparing for your next shot when you noticed something else. The people that you’d downed earlier…weren’t there anymore. Your eyes darted around the battlefield, and you spotted an unconscious woman that Ana had just pulverized. You watched them carefully for about half a minute, until… A green portal formed directly beneath them, and they sank into it a moment later. These guys were being portalled out! Even the one you froze solid a little while ago was gone! You considered firing an arrow through one of them, but you weren’t sure what would happen if you used an arrow that you weren’t familiar with on a strange portal that you’ve never seen before. Instead, you focused on using your remaining arrows on the people that were still active. You wouldn’t put it past the archer to have a way to track her arrows and quiver, so you thought it best to use them all up as fast as possible. With this in mind, you started spamming arrows in rapid succession, but only the ones you’d previously identified. Soldiers were quickly frozen, electrified, and ensnared, just as you’d intended. The other two wasted no time in capitalizing on the advantage you’d given them. Much like Eri, Ana was taking people out with her bare hands. Having abandoned the reach that her spear offered her, she utilized her impressive speed and agility to weave between targets and avoid their fire. Ben joined them a little while later, helping them mop up the remaining mercs with what looked like dual morning-stars made entirely of webbing. It was a new ability he’d gained from his trip to Vegas after he stole some alien bracelets, or something. You weren’t entirely sure what they were, even after he’d tried to explain it to you. You weren’t sure if <span class="mu-i">he</span> knew. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 30 Oct 2024 01:40:31 No. 6131769 Report Quoted By:
Ben then proceeded to crouch down and crawl across the battlefield like an actual spider! Your eyes tracked him closely as he clambered over to a panicking mercenary and pounced on him. <span class="mu-s">“Oh shit…!”</span> you muttered. You've never seen him use THAT move. He moved inhumanely fast, even while crawling. It was giving you flashbacks to that one movie about the girl that crawls out of the tv. The one with the cursed video tape. The Ring! That was the movie you were thinking of. And the girl’s name was…Samara, right? You thought that was it. An image of Ben and Samara crawling beside each other flashed through your mind, and you had to suppress a snort. If you started laughing now, it’d throw off your aim. You took stock of your remaining arrows, and noticed that you were all out of the ones you’d previously identified. You <span class="mu-i">could</span> waste the rest on these guys, but with Ben and Ana both there, you doubted that they’d last much longer. You might as well toss out a few more, just to see what they did. The next arrow you fired created a smokescreen that seemed to hinder both sides. <span class="mu-s">“Whoops. Sorry!”</span> you called out. Smokescreen arrow. Got it. You were about to reach for another one when you noticed your bandages stretching into the quiver. <span class="mu-s">“Wha–get out of there!”</span> you hissed. The bandages pulled out a cluster of identical arrows. All of them seemed to be of the smokescreen variety. The cloth coiled around their shafts, and an inscription had started to appear on each one. All of them said the same thing. “Smokescreen.” You blinked at them, and then at your arm. Did it just…label your arrows for you? <span class="mu-s">“Thanks.”</span> you said, unsure of whether it could understand you or not. Your hand gave you a thumbs up, and your breath caught. Was this thing sentient, or was it acting through Khonshu’s will? Either way, it was being helpful, and that was all you could ask for at the moment. The next arrow you fired seemed to be a weaker version of the first electrified arrow, and the next just stuck itself to someone’s forehead and stayed stuck there. <span class="mu-s">“That one’s a bit underwhelming.”</span> you admitted. Feeling a bit fed up with this process of elimination, you grabbed a handful and fired them all at once. A cloud of pepper spray, an outpouring of needles, and a burst of blinding light and sound erupted all at once. There may have been one or two effects that were lost in there somewhere. <span class="mu-s">“Pepper spray, needles, flashbang…”</span> you listed, narrowing your eyes at the ones you’d hit. <span class="mu-s">“Sonic arrow? I think?”</span> Your mummy hand labeled all of them dutifully. There were a LOT of arrows in here! <span class="mu-s">“It’ll take me forever to burn through these.”</span> you whined. Ben shook his fist at you and shouted something that you couldn’t quite hear. Your eyes widened as a mercenary emerged from a green portal that opened up right behind him, and you fired a random arrow at the newly arrived target without checking. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 30 Oct 2024 01:43:02 No. 6131773 Report The arrow buried itself in the guy’s shoulder, and the force of it spun him around until he fell on his back. Nothing else happened.
<span class="mu-s">“‘Arrow’ arrow.”</span>
Ben glanced back at him, and then back at you. He gave you a thumbs up. You returned it with a wink.
You got lucky there. If you kept messing around with these things, you might seriously hurt someone.
You quickly fired another sharp arrow at a target adjacent to Ana.
“Someone that you actually care about” you mentally corrected.
So, in order to avoid friendly fire…you should aim at someone who isn’t <span class="mu-i">near</span> any of your friends.
You directed your gaze to the skies. The bird girl was still trading blows with Hi-Vo at a distance. She’d successfully managed to lock him by absorbing his energy output, and her birds were doing a decent job of harassing him by swooping down and pecking at his eyes.
You scanned the area for Gorgolla…and saw him fleeing the scene, not even looking back. You were a bit disappointed, but not very surprised. He saw a way out and he took it. You would have ttime to worry about him later.
With that out of your mind, you refocused your attention on bird girl. Out of everyone, she was the biggest danger right now.
Which arrow will you use on her?
>Green capsule arrow >Bulbous-tip arrow >Criss-crossing line arrow >Glowing blue-tipped arrow >Flashbang arrow >Sonic arrow >Seemingly mundane arrow >Pepper Spray arrow >Random arrow >Let the mummy hand choose. >Fire a handful. (Which ones?) >Fire all of them! Pastebins:
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>>6131773 >Fire a handful. (Which ones?) Sonic followed by flashbang followed by bulbous arrow. First two to disrupt the flock and the fighter, last one since it seems like it’ll either explode or engulf her.
Green capsule makes me think of the green portal they’re taking back home, and I’d prefer a capture instead of sending her away. Glowing blue tip seems like another electrical-like one and she’s tanking that just fine. Criss-crossing line might be another bola-like one? I’m okay with adding that to the mix if wanted.
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>>6131773 Heeeeey, we are on a Cindy Arc now? Been a while.
>>6131777 +1
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 31 Oct 2024 22:19:37 No. 6132976 Report Quoted By:
>>6131777 >>6132962 >Fire a handful. (Which ones?) >Sonic arrow >Flashbang arrow >Bulbous arrow Taking these. Writing...
>>6132962 We are! And welcome back!
There will be key moments where you'll be presented with the option of swapping between Ben and Cindy in order to experience the arc from their perspective.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 01 Nov 2024 00:57:29 No. 6133073 Report Quoted By:
You grabbed a sonic arrow, a flashbang arrow, and…whatever this bulbous thing was, and took aim. You forced your heart rate and breathing to slow so that your arm wouldn’t waver as much. You lined your dominant eye up with the bow’s scope, adjusted slightly using the rangefinder, and closely observed the flight patterns of the ravens circling the purple-haired girl. What was a group of ravens called again? A ‘conspiracy’? Yup, that sounded right You were pretty sure you read it in a book once. One after another, you loosed your arrows in a specific order, each of them aimed at the gaps in the conspiracy’s flock. The arrows sailed through the air, their trajectory being altered slightly by the wind speed, altitude and distance required to hit its target. But you'd be damned if you couldn't make a shot like this under these conditions. This was nothing compared to the hell your mom put you through when she gave you those archery lessons. The first arrow slipped past the wall of overly noisy ravens and impacted some kind of energy barrier that her staff was emitting. Regardless of its ability to directly impact her, however, the arrow served its intended purpose. Even through the roar of your current ship's thrusters, you could hear the high pitched ringing sound that the sonic arrow emitted upon being struck by lightning. This was immediately followed by a bright flash as the second arrow hit its target. You could see the girl flailing and panicking from where she hovered in the air, and in that brief period where both her eyes and ears were being directly assaulted, the third arrow hit her directly in the head. Nothing special happened, as far as you could tell. It just smacked her on the side of her head. The girl quickly started losing altitude after being hit by that combo, and her birds dove to catch her. A decent amount of them started flying in your direction, and you were preparing to offload the rest of your arrows on them when you caught a green flash out of the corner of your eye. You swung your bow around and fired the arrow with the glowing tip at the chest of the approaching masked merc. The arrow exploded–the blast sending him back through the portal and you flying into the cabin’s–door!? The door was closed! When had that happened? Your hands searched desperately for a handle or button, but your attention was soon drawn to another portal opening beside you. You swung your stolen bow at the new target, but they somehow managed to grab it after you hit them across the face with it. You released the bow and kicked them in the stomach, sending them stumbling back towards the portal. Another one opened to your right, and you gave that guy a kick to the jaw that snapped his head to the side. Another green glow. Your head whipped around to see the unconscious archer girl sinking into a portal on the floor. You muttered a curse and turned to punch a newly spawned enemy in the throat, nearly crushing his windpipe in the process.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 01 Nov 2024 01:06:04 No. 6133077 Report Quoted By:
You drew the sword you'd looted from the archer girl and prepared to defend yourself, when the entire shuttle <span class="mu-i">shuddered</span>. A rainbow light enveloped the vehicle, and desperately searched for an opportunity to escape! A glance out the window showed you a glimpse of Ben's silhouette. He appeared to be struggling with something. Was he...trying to drag the entire ship to the ground? You didn’t have much time to meditate on this. The cabin was flooding with enemies, and you had far too little space to fight them off. You swung your sword, beheading three people at once, and dismembering five more with your following swings, before you were smothered by the next wave. You could barely swing this sword in this cramped space. It was too long, and you were eventually forced to drop it when they rushed past your weapon and swarmed you all at once! The press of bodies forced you up against the wall, and you were finding it hard to breathe! The ship shuddered violently once more as Ben redoubled his efforts. You took one last look at him, before the rainbow light's intensity made it impossible to make out anything outside of this cabin. Your heart started racing, and a desperate panic flooded your mind. Primal instincts took over as you punched, kicked, bit and clawed in every direction, fighting for even an <span class="mu-i">inch</span> of breathing room! Your nails slashed straight through a woman’s body armor to the delicate flesh underneath, and you sank your fangs into the neck of a man who was struggling to restrain you. With a sharp tug, you tore out his jugular and spit it into the eyes of an adjacent target. <span class="mu-s">Survive</span>. You just had to survive... The spectral mummy hand reformed itself once more and swept away an entire group of soldiers, giving you room to work. Your limbs blurred as you unleashed a violent flurry that broke bones, ruptured organs and dealt permanent, sometimes fatal injuries to anyone and anything that got in your way. You didn’t give yourself time to worry about what was happening outside or where you were going. You'd just keep fighting until they ran out of people to throw at you. ----------- You're not sure exactly how much longer this went on, but eventually, the ship <span class="mu-i">did</span> stop. Although, it was more accurate to say that it stopped with a <span class="mu-i">lurch[/]. The rainbow light faded at the same time, and even without looking out the window, now painted red with the blood of your enemies, you could tell that you were no longer on the construction site. For one, the light filtering through the window was fluorescent, not natural, so you were definitely somewhere indoors. Meanwhile, your enemies had suspiciously stopped spawning by this point, and you were able to clean up the rest with relative ease, despite the literal pile of bodies filling the cabin. (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 01 Nov 2024 01:12:24 No. 6133078 Report Quoted By:
You drew the sword you'd looted from the archer girl and prepared to defend yourself, when the entire shuttle <span class="mu-i">shuddered</span>. A rainbow light enveloped the vehicle, and you desperately searched for an opportunity to escape! A glance out the window showed you a glimpse of Ben's silhouette. He appeared to be struggling with something. Was he...trying to drag the entire ship to the ground by himself? You didn’t have much time to meditate on this, however. The cabin was flooding with enemies, and you had far too little space to fight them off. You swung your sword, beheading three people at once, and dismembering five more with your following swings, before you were smothered by the next wave. You could barely swing this sword in this cramped space. It was too long, and you were eventually forced to drop it when they rushed past your weapon and swarmed you all at once! The press of bodies forced you up against the wall, and you had to struggle for every breath! The ship shuddered violently once more as Ben redoubled his efforts. You took one last look at him, before the rainbow light's intensity made it impossible to make out anything outside of this cabin. Your heart started racing, and a desperate panic flooded your mind. Primal instincts took over as you punched, kicked, bit and clawed in every direction, fighting for even an <span class="mu-i">inch</span> of breathing room! Your nails slashed straight through a woman’s body armor to the delicate flesh underneath, and you sank your fangs into the neck of a man who was struggling to restrain you. With a sharp tug, you tore out his jugular and spit it into the eyes of an adjacent target. <span class="mu-s">Survive</span>. You just had to survive... The spectral mummy hand reformed itself once more and swept away an entire group of soldiers, giving you room to work. Your limbs blurred as you unleashed a violent flurry that broke bones, ruptured organs and dealt permanent, sometimes fatal injuries to anyone and anything that got in your way. You didn’t give yourself time to worry about what was happening outside or where you were going. You'd just keep fighting until they ran out of people to throw at you. ----------- You're not sure exactly how much longer this went on, but eventually, the ship did stop. Although, it was more accurate to say that it stopped with a <span class="mu-i">lurch</span>. The rainbow light faded at the same time, and even without looking out the window, now painted red with the blood of your enemies, you could tell that you were no longer on the construction site. For one, the light filtering through the window was fluorescent, not natural, so you were definitely somewhere indoors. Meanwhile, your enemies had suspiciously stopped spawning by this point, and you were able to clean up the rest with relative ease, despite the literal <span class="mu-i">pile</span> of bodies filling the cabin. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 01 Nov 2024 01:26:23 No. 6133080 Report Quoted By:
You took a moment to catch your breath after it became clear that no new portals were opening around you. Your heart was hammering in your ears, and you spat out a mouthful of blood through the torn portion of your mask. You unconsciously ran your tongue along your teeth...and paused when you realized your canines were <span class="mu-s">far</span> sharper than they had any right to be. Come to think of it… You stared down at your hands, and found that your nails had grown in both length <span class="mu-i">and</span> thickness. “Claws” would be a more accurate description! Your hands <span class="mu-s">glistened</span> with slick blood, and you didn’t have to look in a mirror to know that the rest of your temporary costume had been dyed the same shade of red. A literal bloodbath had taken place here, and your brain was still too wired for you to feel bad about it. First things first, you had to find another weapon, find a way out of this cabin, and then figure out a way to contact Ben. You were just about to start rooting through the bodies on the floor when the door suddenly swung open! A short, green-skinned muscular girl with orange hair met your eyes and stopped dead when she saw the nightmarish scene inside. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other with wide eyes. She wore a sleeveless purple hoodie that put her muscular arms on full display, as well as a pair of black yoga pants. You were the first to recover as you <span class="mu-i">threw</span> yourself at her. She attempted to back up, and you managed to throw her off balance and force her to the ground. You were about to slice her throat open with your newly acquired claws when she bucked you off simply by pivoting her hips to the side. The girl had a <span class="mu-s">lot</span> of strength packed into that tiny little frame of hers! You rolled away and landed back on your feet in no time, turning to run in the opposite direction. You started running on all fours, unsure of why you would do such a thing, and eventually transitioning to running on two legs like a sane person. An army of faceless soldiers identical to the ones that had attacked you turned to stare as you raced past them. They had weapons on their person, but none of them were drawn. Instead, they were simply standing in an assembly line on either side of you with their hands folded behind their backs, both lines stretching from one end of the massive hangar bay, to the other. You were immediately wary of them, but you were also willing to ignore them if they didn’t move to harm or hinder you. As you ran, it started to dawn on you how absolutely <span class="mu-s">massive</span> this place was! You were running at full speed, and you felt like you barely made any progress in reaching the end of the room. The ceiling was similarly high, likely so there would be room for all these ships to come in and out as they pleased. It seemed like you were trapped in some sort of underground military facility, filled with weapons and vehicles similar to the one you had just been in. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 01 Nov 2024 01:35:48 No. 6133082 Report Quoted By:
Another star-shaped portal opened up at the far end of the hangar, and you watched as another cluster of ships emerged from it and landed safely on the ground. Some of them you recognized as having been damaged during your earlier fight. <span class="mu-b">“Hold on! We’re not here to hurt you!”</span> shouted a voice from above. Several moments later, a girl with tan skin and long red hair landed in front of you, a pair of cybernetic wings apparently granting her the ability to fly. She was sporting a simple blue and gray costume with a star emblem on her chest, and a domino half mask covering a small portion of her face. You skidded to a halt and reflexively unsheathed your claws. She boldly took a step forward, her hands help up in a placating gesture. <span class="mu-b">“It’s okay. We’re here to help.”</span> Help? HELP!? She must’ve noticed your anger, because she gave you an apologetic shake of her head. <span class="mu-b">“I don’t know what your circumstances were, but I hear they weren’t good when our guys got there. Thank goodness Hellrune managed to get you out in time.”</span> You felt a snarl curling your lips, and the winged woman wisely took a step back. <span class="mu-r">“I didn’t NEED rescuing!”</span> someone said. It…took you a moment to realize that the words had come from your own mouth. But they sounded so unfamiliar. <span class="mu-b">“I felt the same when CRADLE first came for me.”</span> the young woman said in an annoyingly calm voice, placing a hand over the star emblem on her chest. <span class="mu-b">“You can call me ‘Liberty’. And the girl you just tackled is ‘Hulkette’.”</span> You risked a glance behind you to see the green girl approaching you at a slow, measured pace. She seemed annoyed by what had just happened, but she was demonstrating an impressive amount of patience for someone called “Hulkette”. Liberty raised a hand, and Hulkette stopped moving closer. You scowled at them and flexed your hands, feeling your bones pop as you prepared for the fight that would most likely follow this conversation. Hulkette must’ve been of the same opinion, because she spoke up next. <span class="mu-g">“You’re wasting your time, Liberty. This one’s just <span class="mu-i">itching</span> for a fight.”</span> As if to confirm this fact, you made a rumble in your throat that sounded alien to your ears. Animalistic, even. A bolt of crimson cloth flickered past your vision, and you almost wrote it off as the corners of your vision turning red. But after it appeared again, you traced the fabric back to…you. You somehow hadn’t noticed before, but the bandages that had once covered only your fractured hand, were now beginning to envelop your entire body! It should have alarmed you, but it felt as natural as a second skin, even if it <span class="mu-i">was</span> technically soaked with the blood of your enemies. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 01 Nov 2024 01:38:22 No. 6133085 Report Your fingers were long and slender now, and they ended in sharp points. The same popping sensation that you had sensed in your hands was occurring in your arms and legs, and you saw that they were noticeably stretching–making you appear larger than you truly were! Several of these bandages were snaking out in multiple directions, undulating through the air as if to threaten anyone who got too close. It was as if they were alive! <span class="mu-b">“We don’t need to fight! You’re safe here.”</span> Liberty urged, clearly alarmed by your developing transformation. The green girl behind you cracked her knuckles loudly. Despite her earlier statement, Hulkette seemed to be the one itching for a fight. What will you do?>”It’s not my safety you should be worried about…” (Allow the bandages to fully envelop you.) >Try to command the bandages to retract back into your arm. It wouldn’t be a good idea to start a fight in the middle of what could be enemy territory. Plus...this is pretty freaky. >”I didn’t need saving! You’re the ones who put me in danger! You don’t just jump someone in broad daylight, kidnap them, and then say that you’re trying to help them!” >”What is this place? Why’d you bring me here? Is ‘Cradle’ the name of your organization?” >”Whatever pitch you were planning on making, I’m not interested. Either you step aside, or I’m fighting my way out.” >”I want my phone call.” >Write-in.
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>>6133085 >>Try to command the bandages to retract back into your arm. It wouldn’t be a good idea to start a fight in the middle of what could be enemy territory. Plus...this is pretty freaky. >”What is this place? Why’d you bring me here? Is ‘Cradle’ the name of your organization?” We just massacred most of their mooks, i kinda pity them
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>>6133085 So, rainbow light hits and we go feral. Going the rest of the way through the veil maybe? Maybe this is why we were never taken “home”.
>Reflect back on the people you… beheaded? How many people has Cindy killed like that? I assume literally no one, so that ought to cool her down. Either it’ll make her sick, or it won’t and she’ll have to admit that’s deeply weird and wrong.
>”I didn’t need saving! You’re the ones who put me in danger! You don’t just jump someone in broad daylight, kidnap them, and then say that you’re trying to help them!” >”If you left the spider and the huntress behind then you’re on a time limit. I can fight, but they can go to war. Get on my good side quickly so I can stop it.” More in line with what Saya might think/say, but we’re being looked after by a mob enforcer and we’re now a werewolf. Being a bit of a bitch makes sense.
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>>6133085 >”I didn’t need saving! You’re the ones who put me in danger! You don’t just jump someone in broad daylight, kidnap them, and then say that you’re trying to help them!” >”What is this place? Why’d you bring me here? Is ‘Cradle’ the name of your organization?” >”Whatever pitch you were planning on making, I’m not interested.” >”I want my phone call.” Only thing I care about less than mooks is mook kidnappers. It's their fault we didn't break free an stay with the rest of the group. Probably clones anyway.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 02 Nov 2024 22:30:52 No. 6134308 Report Quoted By:
>>6133090 >>6133102 >>6133121 >>6133456 >”I didn’t need saving! You’re the ones who put me in danger! You don’t just jump someone in broad daylight, kidnap them, and then say that you’re trying to help them!” >”What is this place? Why’d you bring me here? Is ‘Cradle’ the name of your organization?” >”Whatever pitch you were planning on making, I’m not interested.” >”I want my phone call.” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 02 Nov 2024 23:52:50 No. 6134345 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“I didn’t need saving! You're the ones who put me in danger!”</span> you shouted in that unfamiliar voice, now aware of the bandages creeping up your face. <span class="mu-s">“You don’t just jump someone in broad daylight, kidnap them, and then say that you're trying to help them!”</span> Liberty shrank back, clearly startled by the intensity in your voice. Maybe she’d somehow forgotten that you were currently wearing the blood of her comrades. The people that you just…killed? Now that you had a moment to catch your breath, your mind was finally starting to catch up with the rest of your body. That was the most brutal fight you’ve ever been in. You were kind of expecting to be more…freaked out? But your head was clear, even now, surrounded by potential enemies on all sides. The clumsy footsteps approaching you from behind snapped you out of your brief period of self-reflection. <span class="mu-g">“Hey! Back o-”</span> You turned and <span class="mu-s">roared</span> at Hulkette. Literally. Roared. You've <span class="mu-s">never</span> made a sound like that in your whole life. The short green girl found herself taking an involuntary step back as you loomed over her, which only angered her even more. You were almost hoping that she'd take a swing at you. You were already planning how you'd take her apart when Liberty spoke up. <span class="mu-b">“No…she's right.”</span> she admitted. <span class="mu-b">“We should've tried to explain things from the start. We're sorry for the way we went about picking you up.”</span> You narrowed your eyes at her and leaned away from Hulkette. Was it just your imagination, or had these girls gotten shorter? <span class="mu-s">“What is this place? Why'd you bring me here? Is ‘Cradle’ the name of your organization?”</span> you asked. Liberty seemed to perk up a bit at that. She placed one hand on her hip, and used the other to gesture around at the hangar. <span class="mu-b">“That’s right. This is only the first level of our facility, where we store our vehicles and other types of large equipment. Here at Cradle, we try to locate and gather young vigilantes, sidekicks and criminals so that they can receive proper training, better equipment, and clear direction for how they should proceed going forward.”</span> So…a superhero training program? Was that really all this was? If you weren’t surrounded by armed men and women, you might’ve felt a little stupid for getting all worked up over what you were now realizing was an unusually aggressive recruitment drive. You held a hand up to stop her, and you noticed that your arms were starting to return to their original length. The claws were still there, though. What the actual hell was going on with your body today? And why were you still so calm about this? <span class="mu-s">“Whatever pitch you were planning on making, I’m not interested.”</span> you declared, cutting her presentation short with a voice that was starting to take on a deeper, more tremulous tone. If you wanted to go to hero school, then you would’ve applied to Avengers Academy when Ben gave you the option to do so. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 03 Nov 2024 00:01:44 No. 6134349 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“I want my phone call. You guys do have a phone here, right?”</span> you said, storming past Liberty. Clearly flustered by your behavior, she raced to get ahead of you once more. <span class="mu-b">“We–-we do, but…the Headmasters here are <span class="mu-i">really</span> big on discretion, and-”</span> She stammered when you didn’t slow your pace to let her catch up at all. Your eyes scanned your surroundings as you walked, searching for an exit or, or at least a means of contacting the outside world. Maybe you could hijack a ship and wait for them to reopen that star-shaped portal? No…they wouldn’t be <span class="mu-i">that</span> sloppy after they risked so much to abduct you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Hulkette trailing behind and scowling at the back of your head. Naturally, your eyes drifted upwards after a while, and you caught three figures standing on an elevated platform and staring down at you. The one furthest to the left was a young woman with short black hair styled in a pixie cut. She wore a black domino mask and spandex suit that was primarily white, like an upside down wishbone starting from her chest, then trailing down her thighs. The fabric around her arms and right before the cutoff point of her white boots were black appearance. The girl’s look was one of clear, smug condescension. Like she was trying to decide whether it was worth her time to stay and watch. The tall man standing beside her was far more intimidating in comparison, but it was mostly due to the creepy skull mask. The black spandex around his chest put his impressive musculature on full display. It was the type of build that was only made possible through rigorous training and intense exercise. The white trunks, and slightly oversized cuffs and boots sort of undercut his initially intimidating appearance, but that design choice seemed to be vastly overshadowed by the various weapons he carried on his person. A bow, a shield and a sword were all that you could see from here, but you were sure that he had more stashed away somewhere on his person. From his high perch, he stared down at you from under his white cloak, his eyes appearing to be nothing more than two tiny pinpricks of light shining out of the dark, empty pits of his mask. And standing beside him was yet another visually distinct figure. Only, this one was wearing a colorful set of ceremonial robes, and her face was obscured by a mask made of sleek jet black glass. From the way they carried themselves, you guessed that this person had to be in charge. They even had their hands tucked in their sleeves like those noble people did in those K period dramas. There was a brief exchange between skull mask and black mask, before the former stepped forward to address you. <span class="mu-b">“Hey, newbie! The Headmaster wants to speak with you!”</span> he called out, his voice somewhat modulated. Was he talking to you? <span class="mu-b">"Privately."</span> he added. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 03 Nov 2024 00:03:24 No. 6134351 Report Liberty and Hulkette stopped dead in their tracks. All at once, all the soldiers that had once been standing stock still turned to face this ‘Headmaster’. The sound and shock from all of their boots slapping the ground simultaneously sent a shiver up your spine. These guys were <span class="mu-i">seriously</span> starting to creep you out… Liberty took this moment to fly ahead of you, and The Headmaster gestured for you to follow your designated tour guide. What will you do/say?”>”That’s okay! I can hear you from right here!” >”I don’t need your help. My teachers would wipe the floor with you guys, and one of them can’t even see.” >”Are you guys seriously okay with being kidnapped and forced into this program? No one here thinks this is weird?” >”There’d better be a phone where we’re going.” (Follow Liberty deeper into the facility.) >Stay right where you are and stubbornly wait for the Headmaster to make a move. >Write-in.
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>>6134351 >>”There’d better be a phone where we’re going.” (Follow Liberty deeper into the facility.) We comply for their safety. Also, gives more time for Ben to crash through here.
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>>6134351 >Write-in. >"Looks like I'm getting that sales pitch after all. You guys need to work on your hospitality. The last cult I was brainwashed in was much better with that." >”There’d better be a phone where we’re going.” (Follow Liberty deeper into the facility.) Anonymous
>>6134351 >>6134408 Supporting, along with
>”Full points for the clone army discipline though. That was creepy.” Anonymous
Oh, and I had another thought about what I said in
>>6129187 .
Khonshu pacifies and protects from wild animals. Are WE the wild animal in this case?
May want to see if our connection to Khonshu has been weakened here. If so, we know his influence has been suppressing our werewolf side this whole damn time.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Tue 05 Nov 2024 23:08:20 No. 6136319 Report Quoted By:
>>6134353 >>6134408 >>6135101 >"Looks like I'm getting that sales pitch after all. You guys need to work on your hospitality. The last cult I was brainwashed in was much better with that." >”There’d better be a phone where we’re going.” (Follow Liberty deeper into the facility.) >”Full points for the clone army discipline though. That was creepy.” Taking these. Writing...
>>6135138 All will be revealed very soon!
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 06 Nov 2024 01:52:20 No. 6136395 Report Quoted By:
You rolled your eyes and begrudgingly followed Liberty. <span class="mu-s">“Looks like I'm getting that sales pitch after all. You guys need to work on your hospitality. The last cult that I was brainwashed in was much better with that type of stuff.”</span> The Headmaster paused mid-step, and then tilted their head to the side. For some reason, that statement had provoked a reaction from them. And that fact hadn't been lost on your little tour guides. Both Hulkette and Liberty were shooting odd glances your way, as well as communicating between each other through a series of not-so-subtle looks. They were both likely wondering how you‘d managed to grab the attention of their boss so quickly. You were honestly wondering the same. It might’ve had something to do with the wholesale slaughter of their forces by your hand, but that was just your personal opinion. Although, you were starting to see why Ben liked riling people up as much as he did. It was an oddly satisfying social probing tool. <span class="mu-s">“Full points for the clone army discipline, though. That was pretty creepy.”</span> you said, glancing around at them. <span class="mu-g">“They're not 'clones'.”</span> Hulkette casually mentioned. Your blood went cold, and you nearly missed a step as your mind reached the eventual conclusion that Hulkette was leading you towards. Did that mean…? <span class="mu-b">“They're sort of like zombies?”</span> Liberty offered, regaining some of her previous energy as she spun around in mid-air to look you in the eye. <span class="mu-b">“They all signed contracts saying that we're legally allowed to use their bodies after they pass on. So none of them really have souls.”</span> You blinked at her. Zombies? Did they have a necromancer on staff? <span class="mu-b">“You're right about them being creepy, though…”</span> she said with a shudder. Hulkette nodded her agreement, her eyes still facing forward. A complicated mix of emotions ran through you, at that moment. You felt a flood of relief upon being absolved of any bloodshed. Not in the literal sense, but real, meaningful bloodshed. You'd still managed to repaint the inside of that cabin and dye what little remained of your costume with the stuff. You were practically wearing it. But you also couldn't shake the feeling that you shouldn't have been so quick to deal lethal damage to an opponent you knew nothing about. More than that, you'd been so quick to shrug off your guilt. You were feeling guilty about <span class="mu-i">not</span> feeling guilty, even though Khonshu didn't admonish his followers for spilling blood in his name. Frankly, he encouraged it when it was the blood of the unrighteous. It was considered a form of worship by his warrior priests. Marc had no qualms about killing people who he thought deserved it, and you always told yourself that you wouldn't either. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 06 Nov 2024 01:59:39 No. 6136401 Report Quoted By:
But saying that you believed something and actually believing it were two completely different things. Ben, at the very least, wanted you to live a life where killing was entirely unnecessary, which you appreciated. The Fist of Khonshu himself even said that he no longer thought that it was right to kill your enemies indiscriminately, and he was meant to be the embodiment of Khonshu's will and wrath. And seeing as how he hadn't been stripped of his title, Khonshu must not mind a level of independent thinking when on the job. At least, that was the way you justified your recent behavior towards your god. But an unsettling feeling was beginning to creep into your bones. You knew that Khonshu was still with you, but you could no longer feel his reassuring grip on your shoulder. Was his influence somehow weaker here? And if so, was it the Headmaster's doing. You spared a subtle glance for their mysterious leader. The Headmaster must’ve been satisfied with your current level of compliance, because they immediately started heading towards a nearby door with a quick swish of their robes. <span class="mu-s">“There had better be a phone where we're going…”</span> <span class="mu-g">“What're you in such a rush for?”</span> Hulkette sneered. You let out a deep sigh, and glanced down at the muscle-brained girl. She was only a little taller than Pei. <span class="mu-s">“Family drama and monster politics…”</span> you muttered, unable to decide which of the two would be more stressful. Liberty and Hulkette glanced at one another, and then shrugged. They hadn't been ruffled by that last remark, so you had to assume that they've more or less gotten used to the idea of fighting weird monsters. The two of them led you through several interconnected rooms leading to an elevator. Along the way, you spotted other young trainees that Cradle had either abducted or indoctrinated. Not all of them were in costume, but you could tell from the way that they were being treated by Cradle's faculty that they were more or less recognized as “exceptional individuals”. Their appearances varied, from skin tone, to skin texture, to costume color and design, to obvious differences in the anatomical structure of a regular human, each one of them stood out in some way. You traded glances with more than a few of them. Which wasn't surprising, considering the flashy entrance you just made, and the fact that you were currently trailing blood through their halls. You thought you saw some of them attempting to approach you, but Hulkette waved them off. It looked like the two were unwilling to allow you any distractions after being summoned by their boss. So, everyone else had to settle for murmuring amongst themselves and sizing you up from afar. Almost all of these young vigilantes seemed to be around the same age as you, if not a little older. Why had they decided to stay on board with this crazy program? Didn't they have families to go back to, or mentors to train under? (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 06 Nov 2024 02:00:50 No. 6136403 Report Quoted By:
It started to dawn on you that not everyone here was as lucky as you were. Not everyone had a friend, foster parent and personal hero that would do anything for them. That made you feel a bit guilty, but you quickly pushed the feeling down and refocused on the task at hand. You couldn't afford to feel bad for these people. Not yet, at least. If their bosses ordered it, they might just jump you all at once. You were only going along with this to buy yourself some time for Ben and Ana to track you down. But <span class="mu-i">they</span> didn't need to know that. So long as you didn’t offend their precious “Headmaster”, you would hopefully be safe from harm. When you finally made it to the elevator without being attacked from behind, you allowed your muscles to relax a hit. And from the way you didn’t have to duck to avoid bonking your head on the door's frame, your body had returned to its original height at some point during your travels. Both girls seemed curious about your sudden physical transformation, but neither brought it up in conversation. Liberty punched some sort of code into the elevator panel's console, and you committed it to memory while pretending not to pay attention. You'd be surprised if these guys didn't regularly scramble their access codes, but it never hurt to check. As the elevator started to ascend, you took some time to perform a physical inspection. You unraveled the bandages around your hands and pressed your thumb and forefinger into several pressure points in your hands. The sharp, red claws that tipped your fingers flexed slightly from the pressure, and the sensation left you feeling mildly uncomfortable. They were short and relatively thin, kind of like cat claws. These things really had grown out your fingers. That could mean a lot of things. You were pretty sure you weren't a vampire. Dhampir Daywalker are extremely rare, and considering your lack of literal bloodthirst, you thought you could safely check that off the list. You probably weren't a werewolf, either. Your transformation had occurred during the daytime, and not on a full moon. And if memory served, you weren't exhibiting any of the usual symptoms for someone afflicted with Lycanthropy. Now, that didn't mean that you were completely in the clear. There were all sorts of were-creatures out there. You might just belong to a painfully specific variant species with a different set of problems. The size alteration was a bit of an unexpected symptom, though. If you found out that you secretly had troll, ogre or giant blood, you were going to throw a fit. You thought “Cat Shifter” or “Hyena Shifter” was a safe enough bet, The point was, plenty of creatures had teeth and claws. It was just going to take you a while to figure out exactly what you were. After you were out of here, you'd have to perform a closer inspection. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 06 Nov 2024 02:02:44 No. 6136405 Report Quoted By:
You used one of your claws to scrape the dead flesh and blood from the others. To your mild surprise, you found that your claws were brighter, and more opaque than they'd normally be on most shifters. This further reinforced your Cat Shifter theory. You felt Hulkette's eyes on you halfway through the cleaning process. She was eying your claws, but she met your eyes when you returned her stare. <span class="mu-g">“So…what’s your power?”</span> she asked. You shrugged. <span class="mu-s">“I'm still figuring that part out.”</span> you admitted. <span class="mu-s">“I've gotten by on just training and prayer until about a few weeks ago.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Oh! You're catholic?”</span> Liberty cut in, sounding a little more enthusiastic this time. You shook your head at them. <span class="mu-s">“Wrong god.”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Oh…”</span> she replied, clearly a bit deflated by your denial. <span class="mu-b">“I just thought it’d be good to have another Christian girl staying here.”</span> You're not sure when you gave this girl the impression that you were at all interested in staying here, but here you were. <span class="mu-g">“Which god is it then? Is it an evil one? I bet it's evil.”</span> Hulkette inquired, losing some of her snarl as she expressed excitement at the idea of you worshiping an evil god. <span class="mu-s">“No they're not <span class="mu-i">evil</span>.”</span> you said, putting particular stress on that last word to make her feel stupid. <span class="mu-g">“Then which one is it then?”</span> she asked, a bit annoyed. <span class="mu-s">“That information is classified until I talk to your Headmaster.”</span> you replied, loosening the bandages around your face in preparation so that you could breathe easier. Hulkette clicked her tongue. <span class="mu-g">“You're no fun.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“I'm in a bit of a bad mood from getting kidnapped.”</span> you said, folding your arms. <span class="mu-g">“Yeah, I guess that's fair.”</span> the green girl groused, returning her eyes forward. The rest of the trip was spent in silence. When you finally arrived at the Headmaster's parlor, both girls turned back and diplomatically gestured for you to get out first. Feeling a little peeved, you stepped out first, your muscles tensing in anticipation of an ambush. Thankfully, nothing happened after you stepped past both girls and out of the elevator. But you only got a few steps further before you stopped dead in your tracks. You were suddenly home. Before the attack. Before mom and dad… Your heart skipped a beat, and you were caught between blessed nostalgia and wild panic. And the Headmaster…was staring at a picture frame in the middle of the front hall. The picture portrayed a younger version of you and your parents. The first vacation you ever took, which was a pretty big deal for a sheltered kid like you. They were simpler times. Happier times. This had to be an illusion, or a hologram or something. But why had the Headmaster created it? Was this their way of telling you that they knew your secret identity? Was this meant to taunt you? (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 06 Nov 2024 02:07:51 No. 6136410 Report Quoted By:
As if on instinct, you retract your claws and clenched your hands into fists. Hulkette noticed this and moved to interpose herself between you and the Headmaster, but the masked figure raised a hand to stop her. <span class="mu-r">“It is alright, child. I wish to speak with this one in private.”</span> the Headmaster said, their voice being heavily processed so as to conceal their identity. Liberty and Hulkette were clearly troubled by this command, and they looked like they were about to object, until the Headmaster turned to face them. Even without being able to see their face, you could tell that the Headmaster was getting impatient with them. The girls seemed to sense this, and stepped back into the elevator. <span class="mu-b">“Of course. Let us know if you need us for anything else.”</span> Liberty offered. The Headmaster nodded, and waited for the door to close before they returned their attention to you. The two of you stood in silence for an entire minute, just staring at each other. You were about to say something, when the Headmaster turned around and walked into the dining room. You followed her cautiously. This really was your old house. The same small furniture with a severe lack of throw-pillows. The same rice paper screens that you got in trouble for poking holes in. The same house plants that mom watered religiously. It had been recreated with painstaking accuracy. Whoever this Headmaster was, they had to have been inside your house before. But who- <span class="mu-r">“You’ve gotten taller.”</span> the Headmaster said, reaching up to remove their helmet with their back turned to you. It came off with a hiss, revealing the slender neck of a woman. She had dark hair held in place by countless golden pins. <span class="mu-s">“You should’ve seen me a minute ago. I was twice as tall.”</span> you said, watching her as she slowly removed each pin, letting her shoulder length hair fall back into place. <span class="mu-r">“I saw. I assume that was a gift from Khonshu?”</span> That voice. It sounded like…but there was no way that- The Headmaster turned to face you, and you nearly fell over out of shock. The woman smiled at you, and it was a smile that you missed every single day, with all your heart... <span class="mu-r">“Hello, Cindy. It's good to see you again.”</span> your mother said. You took a shaky step forward, your hands reaching up to pull the bandages away from your face. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. <span class="mu-s">“Mom…?”</span> You’ve dreamed of moments like this, imagined scenarios in which your parents miraculously survived the attack on your home. But even you knew those dreams were too good to be true. You took a step back. <span class="mu-s">“This has got to be some sort of trick. What are you, a Skinwalker? A Doppelganger? A Fetch? A Kitsune?”</span> The thing that looked like your mother chuckled, the skin around her eyes wrinkling with genuine delight. <span class="mu-r">“I'm your mother. This is no trick. You can run me through whatever tests you need to, I'm the real deal.”</span> she declared, spreading her arms wide. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 06 Nov 2024 02:13:53 No. 6136416 Report You searched her eyes for any sign of duplicity, but she was as unreadable as ever. Your vision grew blurry as your eyes filled with tears, and you dove into the waiting arms of the woman who raised you. She didn't hesitate to wrap her hands around you for a second, even though you were drenched in the blood of the undead, ruining her beautiful robes. It started as a small sniffle, but you quickly found yourself unable to hold back the tears as you felt your mother's warm embrace on your skin. You cried like a baby and squeezed her tight, afraid that she might disappear at a moment's notice. And even with the blood, sweat and tears staining her expensive looking clothes, your mother stroked your hair and kissed your forehead with tears running down her own face. <span class="mu-r">“Shh, shh…it's okay. I'm here now. Everything's going to be alright.”</span> she said in a soothing tone that made you wanna melt into her arms even further. You started babbling, your hard sobs making it impossible to speak clearly. But somehow, your mom got the message, loud and clear. <span class="mu-r">“I missed you too, monkey.”</span> —------ Within the past few hours, you’ve been subjected to several world-shattering revelations. First, you were told by a shapeshifting demon dog that your grandmother was alive, and she’s been keeping the peace in a realm of monsters that existed under the city. Then, you found out that you were half-monster, and got kidnapped by a group of indoctrinated super-kids that wanted you to join their little hero club. And now, only a handful of minutes later, you found out that your mother is not only alive and well, but she’s somehow a crucial part of this whole operation! Your head felt like it was spinning, and you placed a hand on the shower wall to brace yourself. Even your old bathroom was the same. She even remembered which shampoo and conditioner you liked to use. You rinsed the soap and blood out of your hair, running your fingers through it as the water trailed down your head, neck, shoulders and back. There were so many things you wanted to say to her. You had so many questions! Your mom was alive! Actually alive! You could feel her warmth through those fancy robes. Just thinking about it made you want to laugh and cry all over again. You would have to organize your thoughts before you faced her. What will you say after you get out of the shower?>”Oh my god, I have so much to tell you!” (Recount your adventures and stories about school to your mother) >”I can’t believe you’re alive! How did you survive that night?” >”If you made it out, does that mean dad did too? Is he around here somewhere?” >”Mom, tell me the truth. Am I a Cat Shifter, or something?” >”What’re you doing here? They told me you guys were taking kids and making them work for you.” >Write-in.
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>>6136416 >”What’re you doing here? They told me you guys were taking kids and making them work for you.” >”If you made it out, does that mean dad did too? Is he around here somewhere?” >”Mom, tell me the truth. Am I a Cat Shifter, or something?” >”So what’s going on with grandma? I only just learned she’s alive too.” >”I can’t believe you’re alive! How did you survive that night?” In that order, as time permits.
Even more weirded out that she couldn’t reach out until now. Phoning up Khonshu doesn’t seem like it’d be impossible for her, and he could have told her where we were. I’ll keep our adventures and school stuff close to the chest for now.
It would hurt that she wasn’t there to see any of it herself. Anonymous
>>6136416 >>”I can’t believe you’re alive! How did you survive that night?” This is a whole lotta comicbook nonsense. And they got Taskmaster on a paycheck with Kate Bishop and the New Champions, what the fuck is this lineup
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>>6136416 >”I can’t believe you’re alive! How did you survive that night?” >”If you made it out, does that mean dad did too? Is he around here somewhere?” >”What’re you doing here? They told me you guys were taking kids and making them work for you.” >Write-in. >Pray to Khonshu For guidance, to possibly clue us in to our actual location, whether this is all an illusion and, even if we cannot connect, to discipline our mind.
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>>6136416 >”Oh my god, I have so much to tell you!” (Recount your adventures and stories about school to your mother) >”I can’t believe you’re alive! How did you survive that night?” And about the claws, is it only Cindy's bandaged hand or both? I personally think Konshu might of given us a Klyntar
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 07 Nov 2024 23:21:36 No. 6137356 Report Quoted By:
>>6136422 >>6136423 >>6136460 >>6137153 >”What’re you doing here? They told me you guys were taking kids and making them work for you.” >”If you made it out, does that mean dad did too? Is he around here somewhere?” >”I can’t believe you’re alive! How did you survive that night?” Taking these. Writing...
>>6136423 >Comicbook nonsense I know! Isn't it great!?
>>6137153 The claws were on both hands.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 08 Nov 2024 02:42:06 No. 6137480 Report Quoted By:
As soon as you were certain that you'd gotten all the muck and grime out of all your nooks and crannies, you shut off the water, toweled yourself off and stepped out of the shower. There was a fresh set of clothes laid out for you by your mother, and you smiled at the gesture. It was only a graphic tee that was a little tight on you, a pair of blue jeans, and some plain underwear and socks. Nothing fancy. You spent some more time drying off your hair, slipped into your new clothes and checked yourself in the mirror. <span class="mu-s">“Ugh. Still foggy…”</span> You wiped your hand on the mirror to clear it up and saw a poor reflection of your face staring back at you. Your eyes looked normal, and your face still looked like…your face. You flashed a grin, and inspected your teeth for any specks of undead flesh or blood. You didn’t see or feel anything out of place, but you didn’t want to take any chances. It only took a minute of searching to find a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash and floss. Everything was exactly where you left it last time. Mom must’ve gone through painstaking detail to create this place. —----- Several minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom, still using your towel to pat your hair and neck dry. Your mom was sitting at the dining room table, now dressed in something more casual and less bloody. You exchanged a smile and walked over to join her at the table. <span class="mu-s">“Hi…”</span> you said, still wondering if you were dreaming. Your mom cocked an eyebrow, an amused smile teasing her face. <span class="mu-r">“Hi.”</span> she mimicked, patting the table until you hurriedly sat opposite her. You shuffled uncomfortably in your chair, placed your arms on the table, and then removed them a moment later when you remembered who you were sitting with. Your mom chuckled. <span class="mu-r">“I’ll excuse your bad manners.”</span> she offered. <span class="mu-r">“<span class="mu-i">This time</span>. It’s a special occasion, after all.”</span> She reached over to grab your hand, and you gripped hers as tightly as you could without hurting her. You ran your thumb over her hand, allowing the reality of the situation to sink in for you. Your mother was alive! Actually alive! <span class="mu-s">“Mom…what’re you doing here?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-s">“They told me you guys were taking kids and making them work for you.”</span> Your mother chuckled slightly and let go of your hand. Your fingers groped empty air for several seconds more, longing for her touch. <span class="mu-r">“As you can see, I have been busy in my absence. This facility has been in construction for some time now, and I have made myself indispensable to their operation, for the sole purpose of taking advantage of the resources they have to offer.”</span> she explained. You gave her a puzzled look, and your mother’s expression suddenly became serious. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 08 Nov 2024 02:44:00 No. 6137481 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“There are talks of passing a bill.” she continued. “This bill is meant to disallow the activity of heroes and vigilantes under the age of twenty one. The ones pushing for it are those who’ve been unsuccessfully attempting to bring back the Superhero Registration Act. And in order to enforce this new law, they’ve been pouring their resources into the construction of this facility.” <span class="mu-s">“Cradle.”</span> you put in. Your mother nodded. “C.R.A.D.L.E. stands for ‘Child Hero Reconnaissance and Law Enforcement’. There have been talks about collaborating with S.H.I.E.L.D., but the damage to the Helicarrier seems to have put that on hold.” <span class="mu-s">“Would they actually go for that?”</span> you said, becoming acutely aware that you were currently in the heart of this organization’s base. “I do not know, but I’m not going to gamble your chances on a whim.” your Mom replied. “I’ve managed to convince them that it would be in their best interests to train the children that they capture, turning all of them into potential assets and agents, rather than detaining them.” You shook your head and sat back in your chair. <span class="mu-s">“Wait wait wait…what do you mean ‘gamble my chances’?”</span> you asked. Your mother let out a sigh and folded her hands on the table. “I cannot afford to let this country’s government ruin your progress and interfere with your work. If we work together, they can even be of use to you. Think of them as your own little personal army, but try not to say that out loud.” she said, leaning in to whisper that last part. You frowned in confusion. She was doing all of this…for you? But…if that was the case, couldn’t she have called, or sent a letter, or an email or a text? Anything, just to know that she was alive and okay! You forced a smile and nodded. <span class="mu-s">“O-oh! Okay. I’ll try to keep that in mind…”</span> you said, hoping she hadn’t noticed how you stumbled over your words. Just then, an exciting thought overwhelmed you, and you shot up out of your chair. <span class="mu-s">“Hey, if you made it out, does that mean dad did too!? Is he around here somewhere?”</span> Your eyes darted around the room, hoping to find some sign of him. Instead, you managed to locate where your mom decided to store the bloody rags that Khonshu had gifted you. They were lying in a laundry hamper. “Sit down, Cindy. Your father is alive. He’ll be overjoyed to learn that you are doing well.” she said. You sank back into your seat with a long, deep sigh. Your legs nearly gave out on you from the relief you felt. <span class="mu-s">“Thank Khonshu…”</span> you breathed. Your mother gave you a polite nod and a smile, before focusing on your chest. “I got you the wrong size shirt. You’re growing up so fast.” You sat up in your chair and tugged on the corners of your shirt. <span class="mu-s">“It’s a little tight, yeah.”</span> you admitted. “Are you having trouble shopping for bras?” (Cont.)</span>
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 08 Nov 2024 02:45:17 No. 6137483 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“There are talks of passing a bill.”</span> she continued. <span class="mu-r">“This bill is meant to disallow the activity of heroes and vigilantes under the age of twenty one. The ones pushing for it are those who’ve been unsuccessfully attempting to bring back the Superhero Registration Act. And in order to enforce this new law, they’ve been pouring their resources into the construction of this facility.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Cradle.”</span> you put in. Your mother nodded. <span class="mu-r">“C.R.A.D.L.E. stands for ‘Child Hero Reconnaissance and Law Enforcement’. There have been talks about collaborating with S.H.I.E.L.D., but the damage to the Helicarrier seems to have put that on hold.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Would they actually go for that?”</span> you said, becoming acutely aware that you were currently in the heart of this organization’s base. <span class="mu-r">“I do not know, but I’m not going to gamble your chances on a whim.”</span> your Mom replied. <span class="mu-r">“I’ve managed to convince them that it would be in their best interests to train the children that they capture, turning all of them into potential assets and agents, rather than detaining them.”</span> You shook your head and sat back in your chair. <span class="mu-s">“Wait wait wait…what do you mean ‘gamble my chances’?”</span> you asked. Your mother let out a sigh and folded her hands on the table. <span class="mu-r">“I cannot afford to let this country’s government ruin your progress and interfere with your work. If we work together, they can even be of use to you. Think of them as your own little personal army, but try not to say that out loud.”</span> she said, leaning in to whisper that last part. You frowned in confusion. She was doing all of this…for you? But…if that was the case, couldn’t she have called, or sent a letter, or an email or a text? Anything, just to know that she was alive and okay! You forced a smile and nodded. <span class="mu-s">“O-oh! Okay. I’ll try to keep that in mind…”</span> you said, hoping she hadn’t noticed how you stumbled over your words. Just then, an exciting thought overwhelmed you, and you shot up out of your chair. <span class="mu-s">“Hey, if you made it out, does that mean dad did too!? Is he around here somewhere?”</span> Your eyes darted around the room, hoping to find some sign of him. Instead, you managed to locate where your mom decided to store the bloody rags that Khonshu had gifted you. They were lying in a laundry hamper. <span class="mu-r">“Sit down, Cindy. Your father is alive. He’ll be overjoyed to learn that you are doing well.”</span> she said. You sank back into your seat with a long, deep sigh. Your legs nearly gave out on you from the relief you felt. <span class="mu-s">“Thank Khonshu…”</span> you breathed. Your mother gave you a polite nod and a smile, before focusing on your chest. <span class="mu-r">“I got you the wrong size shirt. You’re growing up so fast.”</span> You sat up in your chair and tugged on the corners of your shirt. <span class="mu-s">“It’s a little tight, yeah.”</span> you admitted. <span class="mu-r">“Are you having trouble shopping for bras?”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 08 Nov 2024 02:48:01 No. 6137485 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“No! I’m not having any trouble, mom.”</span> you said, reflexively covering your chest. That got a chuckle out of her. And after a moment, you joined her. <span class="mu-s">“So…where is dad?”</span> you asked. Now it was your mom’s turn to lean back in her chair. She let out a contemplative hum. <span class="mu-r">“If I know your father, he’s likely gone to ground.”</span> Your hands gripped the table, and your claws popped out involuntarily. It didn’t escape your mother’s notice. She didn’t seem terribly surprised by it. <span class="mu-s">“Is he hurt?”</span> Your mom shook her head, still staring at your hands. <span class="mu-r">“He’s preparing for the worst. We hear that the vampires are gearing up for war.”</span> So they heard about that too? Of course they had. Your parents have been monster hunters for as long as you can remember. <span class="mu-r">“Speaking of vampires, how did the two of you make it out alive that night? I still can’t believe that you’re alive!”</span> A deep frown settled on her face, and you worried that you might’ve triggered a bad memory. But, after about a minute of tense silence, she started to speak. <span class="mu-r">“We almost didn’t make it out. We got sloppy; too comfortable in the safety of our own home. They took us hostage, brought us back to their nest, and tried to extract information from us.”</span> You tilted your head in confusion. <span class="mu-s">“They interrogated you? Why?”</span> Your mother looked you straight in the eye. <span class="mu-r">“They didn’t come for us, Cindy. They came for <span class="mu-i">you</span>.”</span> Your breath caught, and you started shaking your head. <span class="mu-s">“No…that doesn’t…does that mean that it’s my-”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Don’t you dare blame yourself!”</span> your mother snapped. <span class="mu-r">“The only reason we’re alive is because they wanted to know where you were, you silly, miraculous girl.”</span> Your mother was smiling again, looking at you as if you with loving eyes that were meant for you, and you alone. <span class="mu-r">“They are terrified of you, Cindy. Not scared. Terrified.”</span> your mother said, rising from her chair to walk around the table. <span class="mu-r">“They are scared of what you might become. Of what me and your father were training you to be.”</span> You instinctually leaned back a bit as your mother loomed over you. You stared up at her with wide eyes. <span class="mu-r">“That night reminded me of the way I felt when you were first born. I almost lost you then, and I almost lost you again.”</span> She stroked your face and ran her fingers through your hair. She never told you that story before. You almost died when you were a baby? <span class="mu-r">“Never again. I won’t let anyone, or anything take you from me. And if I can’t protect you, then I’ll make it so that you can protect yourself.”</span> she declared. You nodded slowly. That was the reason you started training in the first place. She’d always told you how dangerous the outside world was, and that you needed to be prepared for anything.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 08 Nov 2024 02:50:11 No. 6137487 Report <span class="mu-r">“It is time for you to resume your training, Cindy. We need to make up for lost time.”</span> She placed her thumb in the center of your forehead. <span class="mu-r">“But in order to progress, we need to remove your training wheels. You must sever your ties with Khonshu.”</span> You sputtered, pushing her hand away from your head and rising to your feet. <span class="mu-s">“What’re you talking about? You’re the one who raised me to worship him in the first place.”</span> She sighed and gave you a sympathizing look. <span class="mu-r">“I did, but only because he would provide you with everything you needed to grow up strong and healthy, without any unwanted side effects.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Side effects? What side effects?”</span> Your mother grabbed your arm and raised it until your hand was at eye level. Your claws were still out. <span class="mu-r">“How long has this been happening?”</span> she asked, looking between your hand and your face. She then reached over, grabbed your face and pushed your lips apart. <span class="mu-r">“Those teeth are coming in sharp, too.”</span> You slapped her hand away. <span class="mu-s">“What’s going on with me?”</span> you said, your frustration building. <span class="mu-r">“The beginning of something wonderful. Your relationship with Khonshu has now become unnecessary. You’re ready to move onto the next step.”</span> You took a step back, and she followed you. <span class="mu-s">“Why would you say that? We both worshiped him for years. I dedicated my entire life to him!”</span> you argued. <span class="mu-r">“And he’s served his purpose.”</span> she said calmly. You shook your head. <span class="mu-s">“You don’t mean that. You can’t…fake faith.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I didn’t need to. He was satisfied with having you as his servant, and we were tolerated so long as we took good care of you. Superficial worship doesn't offend him as much as you might think.”</span> Your head felt like it was spinning. You almost couldn't believe your ears! <span class="mu-s">“He can hear you right now!”</span> you exclaimed, pointing up at the ceiling. Your mother shook her head, not looking disturbed in the slightest. <span class="mu-r">“No, he can't. There are ways to hide yourself from gods. If there's anything that I've learned during my lifetime, it's that gods and godlike beings are not as ‘all-powerful and all-knowing’ as they would like you to believe. They can be hurt, imprisoned…even killed.”</span> You stopped moving, realizing that the two of you had switched positions at the table. Was this woman truly your mother? What will you say?>”You can’t just go around claiming that you can kill gods! That’s insane!” >”You raised me to worship Khonshu. I’ve been doing it my whole life. I can’t just throw all that away because you told me to. My faith is actually real.” >”Mom? What’s happening to me? I'm pretty sure this isn't what puberty looks like!” >”What did you mean when you said you ‘almost lost me'?” >"If you wanted to protect me so badly, why didn't you come and see me?" >Write-in.
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>>6137487 >”You raised me to worship Khonshu. I’ve been doing it my whole life. I can’t just throw all that away because you told me to. My faith is actually real.” >”Mom? What’s happening to me? I'm pretty sure this isn't what puberty looks like!” >”What did you mean when you said you ‘almost lost me'?” >"If you wanted to protect me so badly, why didn't you come and see me?" Anonymous
>>6137487 >>”What did you mean when you said you ‘almost lost me'?” >>"If you wanted to protect me so badly, why didn't you come and see me?" >”You raised me to worship Khonshu. I’ve been doing it my whole life. I can’t just throw all that away because you told me to. My faith is actually real.” Anonymous
>>6137487 >”You raised me to worship Khonshu. I’ve been doing it my whole life. I can’t just throw all that away because you told me to. My faith is actually real.” >”Mom? What’s happening to me? I'm pretty sure this isn't what puberty looks like!” Anonymous
>>6137487 >”Mom? What’s happening to me? I'm pretty sure this isn't what puberty looks like!” >”What did you mean when you said you ‘almost lost me'?” >"If you wanted to protect me so badly, why didn't you come and see me?" I want to let her have the Khonshu argument. Not because I’m on her side, but because I want to get back to our support network with as little suspicion as possible.
We DO have a network, after all. Maybe she’ll push back on meeting with them now, but she might reconsider if we mention Ana. The Kravinoff’s aren’t small-time when it comes to vampire hunters. It’s a good relationship to keep, especially if she can be brought into the fold to support CRADLE. Not that I’d vote to do that, but it’s a good excuse to get out and hit up Webb and Julia. I’m sure we’ll have escorts (Liberty and Hulkette?) but they won’t know what we’re angling for.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Fri 08 Nov 2024 23:46:59 No. 6137964 Report Quoted By:
>>6137561 >>6137656 >>6137672 >>6137804 >”You raised me to worship Khonshu. I’ve been doing it my whole life. I can’t just throw all that away because you told me to. My faith is actually real.” >”Mom? What’s happening to me? I'm pretty sure this isn't what puberty looks like!” >”What did you mean when you said you ‘almost lost me'?” >"If you wanted to protect me so badly, why didn't you come and see me?" Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 09 Nov 2024 01:58:15 No. 6138028 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“You raised me to worship Khonshu. I've been doing it my whole life. I can’t just throw all that away because you told me to.”</span> you argued, placing a hand over your chest. <span class="mu-s">“<span class="mu-i">My</span> faith is actually real.”</span> She sighed through her nose and gave you a disapproving look, but she didn't argue the issue any further. <span class="mu-r">“If that's what you want, then you are free to continue serving him. I just thought you would like to know that you shouldn't feel any particular obligation to him.”</span> she said, relenting in her own way. <span class="mu-s">“He's saved my life on multiple occasions.”</span> you countered. It was so weird to have to defend your faith from the one who raised you into it. <span class="mu-r">“I won't argue that he hasn't helped you along every now and again, but there is nothing he's heped you accomplish that you weren't already capable of.”</span> she said in an encouraging tone. <span class="mu-r">“You underestimate yourself, Cindy.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“I don't even know what I am!”</span> you shouted, gripping the sides of your head with two clawed hands. <span class="mu-s">“What’s going on with me? I'm pretty sure this isn't what puberty looks like!”</span> Your mother gave you another one of those sympathizing looks and walked around the table to stand in front of you. You didn’t back away this time, and she gently took your hands in her own. <span class="mu-r">“You’re right. Me and your father shouldn’t have hidden this from you for so long. You deserve to know the truth.”</span> she admitted. You leaned in closer, eagerly awaiting an answer to the question that’s been plaguing you all day. <span class="mu-r">“Your spirit is infused with that of a Kumiho me and your father fought when you were still a baby.”</span> Kumiho? Those were…fox spirits and tricksters, right? <span class="mu-s">“H-how'd that happen?”</span> you asked, not bothering to hide your desperation. <span class="mu-r">“We had been called to hunt down a malicious spirit that was devouring the hearts and souls of men in the area so that she could ascend to a higher state of being.”</span> she explained. <span class="mu-r">“Me and your father managed to track it down to its den, but the demon was far smarter than we had anticipated, and it doubled back to follow our scent back to where we had left you. By the time we had gotten back…you were already gone.”</span> You slowly started to sit down, your hands still firmly in your mom’s grasp. <span class="mu-r">“We didn't rest until we found you, but by then, the demon had already begun the process of absorbing your life force using a fox marble: ‘Yeowoo Guseul’.”</span> she continued. If memory serves, Kumiho can transfer life energy from a human to the fox marble by slipping it into the victim’s mouth, and then retaking it with a kiss. Did that mean that the fox demon was trying to <span class="mu-i">kiss</span> you as a baby? You physically cringed at the thought. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 09 Nov 2024 02:08:03 No. 6138033 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“Me and your father fought with all our might to get you back. It was a close thing, but we managed to get the upper hand, and performed a quick banishment ritual, sealing her somewhere far away from you. Little did we know that…you had already swallowed the marble.”</span> You placed a hand over your mouth and recounted everything you knew about Kumiho lore. <span class="mu-s">“But…if a human swallows a fox marble, they only have one year left to live before…”</span> Your mother nodded gravely. <span class="mu-r">“You were dying. We only had a year left to save you, and the only one capable of removing the marble had just been banished to another plane.”</span> she confirmed. <span class="mu-r">“During that one year, we traveled the world, searching high and low for a solution to our problem. And it was only in the last four months that we discovered an experimental procedure that had a chance of saving your life.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“That’s what you meant when you said you ‘almost lost me’?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Yes. That was the single most terrifying experience of my life, Cindy. When I thought that I might lose you, I…”</span> Your mother broke off suddenly, momentarily overcome with emotion. You squeezed her hand reassuringly, and she knelt down to meet you at eye level. <span class="mu-r">“We needed to take any chance that we could get. You must understand-”</span> <span class="mu-s">“What kind of procedure was it?”</span> you asked, your voice sounding a bit frail to your ears. <span class="mu-r">“It was a ritual that mixed experimental medicine and oriental magic. In theory, it was supposed to alter the nature of your body and spirit to accommodate for the fox demon’s power still dwelling within you. And the only way to accomplish that was to-”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Make me into a Kumiho.”</span> you concluded. <span class="mu-s">“So…I’m half fox spirit…?”</span> She nodded hesitantly. <span class="mu-r">“Yes. But the ritual wasn’t entirely successful. There were…unforeseen consequences. The animal urges of the Kumiho, and the vast spiritual power that you had inherited was proving too much for your small body.”</span> she explained. <span class="mu-r">“We couldn’t undo the ritual without further risk to your health, and we now had another problem to solve. That’s when I found out about the Cult of Khonshu. His worshippers spoke of a god that could communicate with and tame wild beasts…”</span> Your eyes widened when you realized where she was going with this. <span class="mu-s">“You…is that the <span class="mu-i">whole</span> reason we joined the church? You were doing it all for me?”</span> She grabbed the back of your head and pulled your head towards hers until your foreheads were touching. <span class="mu-r">“I would do anything for you. Every day I spent with you was a gift. I am, at the very least grateful to Khonshu for that, and that alone.”</span> You had to wrestle down a fresh wave of emotion after hearing your mom say something so profoundly heartfelt, without any hesitation or embarrassment. There was only one question you had left. You had to ask, even if it would only result in an argument. You had to know. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 09 Nov 2024 02:18:38 No. 6138044 Report Quoted By:
You pulled back from her embrace and forced yourself to look her right in the eye, even as your own eyes were watering. <span class="mu-s">“If you wanted to protect me so badly, why didn’t you come and see me?”</span> She looked like she’d been expecting this question, but it still left her momentarily speechless. <span class="mu-r">“I wanted to. So badly…”</span> she said in a low tone, her head lowered. <span class="mu-r">“Not a day went by when I didn’t think of you. Me and your father wanted to take you back from whatever hell you’d found yourself in after our capture.”</span> You stared down at her imploringly, waiting for her to continue. <span class="mu-r">“Except when we did find you…you just seemed so happy.”</span> she said, laughing even as tears rolled down her face. <span class="mu-r">“You have friends now, and a new family to look after you. I was suspicious of them at first, but it really does look like they have your best interests in mind. I’ll have to thank them later.”</span> Something in your mind <span class="mu-s">snapped</span>, and you <span class="mu-i">yanked</span> your hands away from her. She stared up at you in confusion. You were <span class="mu-s">shaking</span> with rage. <span class="mu-s">“What’s wrong with you!? You let me believe that you were dead! We had a funeral for you! I looked for your bodies, just so we could bury you!”</span> You were on your feet now, your chair tipping over behind you. You knew that you were yelling far too loudly, but you couldn’t stop it now. The dam had broken. <span class="mu-s">“I mourned you! I cried myself to sleep some nights! And you couldn’t be bothered to come let me know that you were okay!?”</span> Your mother rose slowly to her feet, her gaze filled with sorrow and self-pity. You had never seen her wear that expression before, and it made you lose some of the steam you’d been building up. <span class="mu-r">“Everything I do is for your own good. Even if that means…even if that means that I must take a backseat in your life.”</span> It sounded like it had physically pained her to say those words. <span class="mu-r">“I have given you so little. Prepared you for so little…”</span> she said, seeming smaller than you’ve ever seen her. <span class="mu-r">“If all I can do is hinder your growth and bring you sorrow, then…I thought it best to let you decide things for yourself while I protect you from afar. So long as you are healthy and happy, that is all that matters. And, judging by your appearance, I think it's safe to say that your spirit is beginning to find balance, even without Khonshu's influence.”</span> She regained some of her resolve from earlier with that last declaration. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 09 Nov 2024 02:21:17 No. 6138047 Report What will you say?
>”I didn’t need you to build all this stuff to protect me. I needed my parents…” >”If you think that I’d be happier without you in my life, then you really have lost your mind.” >"You don't have to take a 'backseat' in my life. Just because I have new people in my life doesn't mean that I don't have any room for you in my life." >”So, what? All this is your way of apologizing for missing a year of my life and making me think you were dead? Is that supposed to make it all better?” >”Grandma’s still alive too, but I guess you already knew that, huh? What other secrets are you keeping from me?” >Hug your mother. >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6138047 >>”I didn’t need you to build all this stuff to protect me. I needed my parents…” Anonymous
>>6138047 >”I didn’t need you to build all this stuff to protect me. I needed my parents…” >”So, what? All this is your way of apologizing for missing a year of my life and making me think you were dead? Is that supposed to make it all better?” >Write-in. >"Why is this a replica of our house?" >"If Dad 'went to ground' when did you split? Before joining CRADLE or after? >"The Vampires came after me? Why are they terrified of me? What 'might I become'?" >"Why not just ask me to come? Why capture me and why now? You say 'take a backseat in my life' but kidnapping is hardly backseat." There's just something fishy about this whole thing.
Why describe the ritual as not entirely successful with 'unforeseen consequences' and a risk taken to save our life from an evil Kumiho's scheme but then earlier:
>“The beginning of something wonderful. Your relationship with Khonshu has now become unnecessary. You’re ready to move onto the next step.” Whats the next step? Why are there steps? Why is it wonderful?
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>>6138047 >>6138107 +1, but I’ll add
>”So where does grandma fit in all this?” as well. Mention the help request she sent if our mom doesn’t volunteer anything at first. More neutral than the given option and I’m interested in mining information.
Like anon said, there’s a lot of weird things here. My thought was around how she said she was going to take a backseat in our life, but she’s just kidnapped us and joked about us having a private army now. How does one connect to the other?
I figure either she was “converted” in some way after the ambush and doesn’t realize it, that this is actually the Kumiho that used the bead to absorb our mom’s knowledge (and it does really think it’s our mother/care for us in a way), or she’s always been willing to sacrifice others for the sake of elevating herself and her family.
I’ll guess the second one right now. Our own mindset when we shifted forms suggests Kumiho can be pretty ruthless, and I’m sure we don’t have the tools to reveal it right now so it feels safe in speaking to us here.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 09 Nov 2024 23:52:48 No. 6138519 Report Quoted By:
>>6138082 >>6138107 >>6138470 >”I didn’t need you to build all this stuff to protect me. I needed my parents…” >”So, what? All this is your way of apologizing for missing a year of my life and making me think you were dead? Is that supposed to make it all better?” >"Why is this a replica of our house?" >"If Dad 'went to ground' when did you split? Before joining CRADLE or after? >"The Vampires came after me? Why are they terrified of me? What 'might I become'?" >"Why not just ask me to come? Why capture me and why now? You say 'take a backseat in my life' but kidnapping is hardly backseat." >”So where does grandma fit in all this?” Taking these. Writing!
>>6138107 That filename got a good chuckle out me, anon.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 10 Nov 2024 00:52:25 No. 6138545 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-s">“I didn’t want you to build all this stuff to protect me. I needed my parents…”</span> Your mother looked away with a shamed expression, unable to meet your eyes. <span class="mu-s">“So, what? All this is your way of apologizing for missing a year of my life and making me think you were dead? Is that supposed to make me feel better?”</span> you asked, forcing her to meet your eyes by walking around the table. <span class="mu-r">“Take it as you will. If you don't want Cradle's resources, you don't have to use them. I'll do my best to keep them out of your way whenever you're out in the field.”</span> You frowned at her, unsatisfied with her answer. There was no way she was gonna make you feel bad about ditching you to take charge of a superhero daycare center. You scoffed and shook your head, deciding to inspect the refrigerator behind her instead. It still had all those corny magnets that dad liked to buy from places that he’s visited. <span class="mu-s">“Why's this place an exact replica of our house, anyway?”</span> you asked. The attention to detail was almost scary. Your mom looked up at you, blinking in surprise. <span class="mu-r">“Oh, well…I use this place to unwind and meditate. It reminds me of the time that we used to spend together before…”</span> She trailed off, her wistful smile fading slightly as she remembered the event that forced you apart. <span class="mu-s">“If Dad's ‘gone to ground’, then when did the two of you split? Before joining CRADLE, or after?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Technically, afterwards. We still keep in contact from time to time, but I don’t want the vampires discovering his exact location.”</span> she explained. So he knew a bit about what was going on here, then. What the hell were your parents thinking? <span class="mu-s">“Speaking of vampires,”</span> you continued, honing in on something she'd mentioned before. <span class="mu-s">“You said that they came after <span class="mu-i">me</span> specifically. Because they were terrified of me. Of ‘what I might become’. Those were your exact words.”</span> Your mother stiffened, and you could tell that you had touched upon a topic that she was hoping you wouldn’t grill her on. <span class="mu-s">“What did you mean when you said that?”</span> Through your mother's eyes, you could see her doing mental calculations, weighing risks before she dared say another word. After a long, tense moment, she relented with a weary sigh. <span class="mu-r">“...When you were a baby, still under the Kumiho's curse, I discovered something else. A prophecy that's been passed down for generations among the monster community. It told of a great warrior that shared the blood of monsters and humans. This warrior would one day have the power to kill and subjugate creatures thought to be too powerful for any mere mortal to challenge alone.”</span> You stepped closer to the table, wondering where your mother was going with this. <span class="mu-r">“There are a few titles that are used to describe this legendary warrior, but there is one word that comes up often whenever it is told.”</span> she said, looking you right in the eye. <span class="mu-r">“<span class="mu-s">Slayer</span>.”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 10 Nov 2024 00:54:47 No. 6138548 Report <span class="mu-s">“And…you think that this ‘Slayer’ is supposed to be me?”</span> you asked, feeling more than a little offended that you were attacked in your childhood home because of some bogus prophecy. “The vampires seem to believe that there is at least a chance that you are.” <span class="mu-s">“Clearly…”</span> you muttered. <span class="mu-r">“And so do I. I wasn't sure if I believed it before, but with each passing day, I become increasingly certain that you are growing into your role.”</span> she said, that same strange conviction from before returning to her voice. <span class="mu-s">“My role as <span class="mu-i">what</span>, exactly? What am I supposed to slay? I don’t wanna be a part of some stupid prophecy if it paints a huge target on my back!”</span> you complained. <span class="mu-r">“That is exactly why I had to come and get you!”</span> she proclaimed, slamming her hands on the table. <span class="mu-r">“You need to be prepared for what’s coming.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“Then why not ask me to come home!? If my dead mom sent me a text explaining that she had to come and see me, I would’ve just gone myself!”</span> you countered, slamming your own hands on the table. <span class="mu-s">“And why today of all days? For someone taking a ‘backseat’ in my life, you sure weren’t shy about kidnapping me. That’s hardly ‘backseat’!”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I can’t allow the vampires to discover my identity as the Headmaster, and <span class="mu-i">you</span> require more training before you are ready to oppose them.”</span> she said, leaning closer until you were directly exchanging scowls. <span class="mu-s">“And where does grandma fit into all this?”</span> you said after a brief pause. Your mother very carefully leaned away from the table and straightened her back. And to your mild horror, she didn’t seem the least bit surprised to discover that your grandmother was still alive. <span class="mu-s">“You knew!?”</span> Was everyone in your family hiding awful secrets or something!? <span class="mu-r">“When did she contact you?”</span> You shrugged. <span class="mu-s">“A few hours ago. Why does it matter?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“What has she told you?”</span> she asked, a notable undertone of desperation in her voice. <span class="mu-s">“Mom? You’re acting weird…”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Cindy, I…”</span> Whatever she was about to say, it was cut off by the shock that registered across her face when an ominous violet glow filled the room. <span class="mu-s">“What's that?”</span> you asked, your eyes darting around the room. <span class="mu-r">“We're out of time.”</span> she said, crossing the room and opening a hidden chest installed under a bench built into the floor. After a moment, she pulled out a ceremonial sword and tossed it towards you. You caught it easily…and only then did you notice that the glow…was coming from you. <span class="mu-s">“Oh…Kumiho don't usually do that, do they?”</span> you asked, trying not to panic. <span class="mu-s">“I'm not gonna explode from all this pent-up spiritual energy, am I?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“You won't explode, but you are being summoned. I can only assume that your grandmother is behind this.”</span> Your heart lifted slightly. Did that mean that Ben and Ana are with her already? <span class="mu-s">“W-what should I do?”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sun 10 Nov 2024 00:56:49 No. 6138551 Report <span class="mu-r">“Brace yourself. This is too powerful a spell for me to counter with so little time to prepare. You should be able to bring whatever it is that you are touching along with you. Do whatever you need to to survive, and return to me when you are ready.”</span>
What will you do?
>”Come with me. I could use your help on this one.” >"What should I do if I want to see you again? I can't exactly get myself kidnapped every time I want to spend time with my mom. People will start to talk." >”Quick, hand me some more stuff before I go! Potions, tomes, anything!” >Run over and grab the bloody bandages that Khonshu gave you. >Give your mom a hug. You’re still mad at her, but you don’t know when you’ll be able to see her again. >Toss the sword back at her. “I’m not killing anyone this time.” >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6138551 >>Run over and grab the bloody bandages that Khonshu gave you. these are too cool to leave behind
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>>6138551 >>Run over and grab the bloody bandages that Khonshu gave you. >"What should I do if I want to see you again? I can't exactly get myself kidnapped every time I want to spend time with my mom. People will start to talk." >Give your mom a hug. You’re still mad at her, but you don’t know when you’ll be able to see her again. Anonymous
>>6138551 >>6138790 Supporting. She still seems to love us, so I’ll try giving her the hug. If we’re not ripped away first.
Cindy will probably have a few moments where she wonders if Ben is keeping secrets from her before realizing that what he’s been open about would be pretty damning as is.
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>>6138551 >"What should I do if I want to see you again? I can't exactly get myself kidnapped every time I want to spend time with my mom. People will start to talk." >”Quick, hand me some more stuff before I go! Potions, tomes, anything!” >Run over and grab the bloody bandages that Khonshu gave you. Anonymous
>>6138548 >Run over and grab the bloody bandages that Khonshu gave you. Belief maxxing
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 11 Nov 2024 17:04:31 No. 6139485 Report Quoted By:
>>6138562 >>6138790 >>6138862 >>6138873 >>6138910 >>Run over and grab the bloody bandages that Khonshu gave you. >"What should I do if I want to see you again? I can't exactly get myself kidnapped every time I want to spend time with my mom. People will start to talk." Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 11 Nov 2024 18:10:12 No. 6139511 Report Quoted By:
Before you did anything else, you ran over to the laundry basket where your mother had disposed of the bloody bandages that had once been a gift from Khonshu, and bundled them up in your arms, along with the sword. She offered no criticisms for you clinging to your beliefs, but she didn't offer any words of encouragement, either. You turned to face her, searching for something to say before you were whisked away by this strange magic. <span class="mu-s">“What should I do if I want to see you again? I can't exactly get myself kidnapped every time I want to spend time with my mom.”</span> you said, giving her a weak smile. <span class="mu-s">“People will start to talk.”</span> She gave you a thin-lipped smile in return. <span class="mu-r">“Ask Director Hill to put you in contact with CRADLE. We'll introduce you as an independent contractor that's here to ensure our operation runs smoothly.”</span> she advised. <span class="mu-r">“I would recommend wearing a different costume if you can help it.”</span> <span class="mu-s">“I think I should be able to work something out.”</span> you said, thinking about the designs you had in mind for your vibranium suit. Your mother nodded, and almost reached out to touch you, but she thought better of it when the light's intensity grew. <span class="mu-r">“Be careful. I love you.”</span> You opened your mouth to reply, but by then the light had fully enveloped your vision, and you felt your entire world <span class="mu-i">shift</span>. It was like having your body shoved through a mail delivery tube! Your hands and feet struck something cold and solid several moments later. It seemed to be a kind of metamorphic rock, but you weren’t enough of an expert to say exactly what kind. You coughed a couple of times from the smoke that was rising up from where you'd just landed, and you waved your hand back and forth to clear the air. In your other arm, you still held the sword and bandages, the latter of which was beginning to coil around and creep up the respective arm. You might’ve cringed from the sensation if you weren't certain about its intention to protect you. Despite what your mother said, your faith in Khonshu wasn't so easily compromised. When the smoke finally did clear, you were met with a strange sight. An elderly Japanese man with a long gray beard, orange and blue robes was staring down at you from a throne with a look of mild surprise. And surrounding the throne room were five giant monsters, one of them being the energy-based creature that had fought alongside you not too long ago. Two seemed to be giant robots of some sort, one looking like they'd jumped straight out of that Pacific Rim movie, and the other looking like a female Transformer of some kind. On the opposite end of the room, there was a giant green insect creature with purple wings, and next to him stood a green dragon man that almost looked like the great and powerful "Fing Fang Foom". That alone was enough to put you on edge. <span class="mu-s">“Whoa…”</span> You staggered backwards, nearly missing a step as you stumbled into something. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 11 Nov 2024 18:11:34 No. 6139512 Report No…some<span class="mu-i">one</span>.
<span class="mu-r">“Easy. I’ve got you.”</span> Ben said, grabbing you by the shoulders and holding you steady.
You smiled dumbly up at him, your world still spinning and leaving behind colorful afterimages.
<span class="mu-s">“Thanks. Why’s the room spinning…?”</span> you slurred.
He gave you a strange look. All three of him?
<span class="mu-r">“It's not. Do you have a concussion? Quick, how many fingers am I holding up?”</span> he asked, his voice echoing several times before you fully registered it.
You squinted at the hand that had too many fingers and instead brushed it aside, too embarrassed by the possibility of getting the answer wrong.
<span class="mu-s">“I didn’t study…”</span> you muttered, your own words nod making sense to your ears.
<span class="mu-r">“What's happening to her?”</span> Ben asked the Japanese man.
The elderly man stroked his beard inquisitively, glancing between you and a very well drawn picture of you that he held in his hand. You wanted to reach out and ask him for it, but you couldn’t properly form the words for some reason. It was clearly drawn by a talented artist.
<span class="mu-b">“Hm? Oh, she’ll be fine. Everyone’s like that during their first summoning. Monsters recover faster because of their size, I think.”</span> he casually offered. <span class="mu-b">“I thought she would be bigger.”</span>
You didn’t know if that was a jab at your height, but your first instinct was to get immediately defensive.
<span class="mu-r">“How long is this supposed to last?”</span> Ben asked, scooping you up in his arms, and eliciting a surprised squeak from you.
The sudden shift made you feel dizzy, and you let your head lean against his chest while you tried to regain your composure.
<span class="mu-b">“Possibly an hour or two.”</span> the man on the throne answered with a shrug. <span class="mu-b">“It could be sooner or longer depending on her tolerance for dimensional displacement.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Great…”</span> Ben sighed, reaffirming his grip on your legs. <span class="mu-r">“What’re you wearing?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Magic…mummy hand…”</span> you murmured.
Whose perspective would you like to play from?
>Cindy >Ben >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6139512 >>Ben lets catch up
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>>6139512 >Cindy Feels like it’ll be more amusing to play this arc without all the contacts Ben’s built up directly at our fingertips.
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>>6139512 >Cindy Sure, I'll vote in the quest for the first time since it's quiet.
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>>6139512 If no one else flips then I’ll cave first and flip my vote to
>Ben I wanted to pilot Cindy for meeting with grandma and navigate Cindy’s faith-family crisis but there may be a chance for it later too.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 14 Nov 2024 00:42:54 No. 6140957 Report Quoted By:
>>6139515 >>6140283 >>6140804 >Ben Taking these. I'll start writing and post whenever possible.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 14 Nov 2024 03:45:02 No. 6141036 Report Quoted By:
—---- In the middle of this crumbling, decrepit throne room, with pillars and statues of various monsters either collapsed completely or well into the process, you held your young ward in your arms. She was having trouble holding her head up, and you could feel her squirming against you as she fought to maintain her fleeting sense of balance. Her hands had stopped groping around for your neck, chest and face, and were now tightly clutching what looked like a sheathed katana, in the same way a child might cuddle a stuffed animal. The old Asian man who had performed the teleportation ritual, otherwise known as the “Kaiju King”, had assured you that she would be fine after a few hours, but that had sounded more like guesswork to you. You stared down at her face, spotting her elongated canines just peeking out past her lips. Your eyes traveled down to her chest, her breaths coming in shallow as bandages wrapped themselves around her body. If you hadn’t known that this thing was a “blessing from Khonshu", you might’ve been inclined to peel it off of her and burn it to cinders. The way that it moved was…unnatural, to say the least. Or maybe “too natural” was a better way to describe it. Like a living organism. You had to resist the urge to shift your hands when multiple bandages squirmed under your hands to coil around her torso and shoulders. Even stranger was the impressive amount of blood being absorbed into the cloth, returning to its original pristine white color. You wondered where all that blood could possibly be going, but such thoughts only served to make your current headache even worse. Ever since you’d arrived in Monster Metropolis, your only mission was finding a way to retrieve Cindy from her captors. That meant that your meeting with Cindy’s grandmother was put on the backburner, and you were forced to leave Shaggy, the Mask Maker and Ana in the dust to reach the Kaiju King’s palace before anyone else. You were skeptical about his abilities when he said that he could summon Cindy if you gave him a distinct picture of her in good quality. But, to your amazement, the old man was able to draw a life-like picture of Cindy, just based on what you showed him from your phone. And not even a minute later, the paper lit up in his hands and Cindy came crashing down into the room in a streak of violet light. According to him, there was a slight chance that you might accidentally summon someone who looks exactly like her, so you were glad that you’d managed to get it right the first time. At least…you were pretty sure this was the right one. You leaned in to get a better look…and immediately leaned back as the bandages stretched up to cover her face. You tried to push them aside so that they didn’t cover her mouth, but it was like trying to bend steel plates that snapped back into place with only your fingers. <span class="mu-r">“Oh, come on! Work with me here. She needs…to breathe!”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 14 Nov 2024 03:50:40 No. 6141039 Report You struggled with it for a little while longer, before the bandages loosened around your fingers, and retracted to leave her mouth uncovered. Cindy groaned and let her head fall to the side. A bolt of cloth snaked out from her back, wrapped around her head, and tied itself behind your shoulder and back, propping her head up. Cindy murmured her gratitude in a series of broken up, slurred words that you could barely understand. You gently stroked her forehead, and she let out a tiny contented sigh. <span class="mu-g">“<span class="mu-i">This</span> is the one that Young requested? It is rather puny, King Kawade.”</span> said the bipedal bug monster, hiding behind the throne. <span class="mu-r">“Is she alright? She looks sick//ill//unwell.”</span> the giant robot lady put in, her voice glitching and her eyes twitching with every synonym she uttered. She knelt down to get a better look at the two of you, and you resisted the urge to back away. <span class="mu-s">“Poor lil’ thing looks tuckered out.”</span> the other giant robot observed. <span class="mu-g">“It reeks of death!”</span> the giant bug added with a hiss. The Kaiju King waved him off, but you could tell that he was studying Cindy like a puzzle that was just begging to be solved. <span class="mu-s">“I just had a shower…!”</span> Cindy groaned. <span class="mu-r">“Don’t listen to them, kid. You smell fresh as a daisy.”</span> you reassured her. That earned you a smile and a delirious laugh from her. Hi-Vo spoke up next, but you weren’t able to understand anything he said, on account of his words coming out as a gargled mess of snaps, crackles and pops. You could’ve swore that he was speaking perfect English when you were on the surface. The dragon man nodded wisely. <span class="mu-g">“Hi-Vo’s right. We need to get her to Young’s place before word gets out that her granddaughter is in this state.”</span> Now that was something you could all agree on. <span class="mu-r">“Try not to move around too much. It’s a long way down from here…”</span> you said, glancing over your shoulder at the impressively long set of stairs you’d skipped to get here. You weren’t entirely comfortable flying back down with Cindy in tow. Your cloak was already becoming singed at the edges from using your flight ability. You were considering removing it altogether to avoid any further damage. What will you do?>Rejoin the others and walk back to Cindy’s grandmother’s place. >Have one of the Kaiju King’s Royal Guards escort you back to Monster Metro. Longer legs means a longer stride! (Which one?) >(To the Kaiju King) ”Is there any chance I can keep that picture?” >(To the Kaiju King) “Can you summon other people, or only monsters?” >"Thank you for helping me get her back. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, feel free to look me up." >Write-in.
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>>6141039 >"Thank you for helping me get her back. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, feel free to look me up." >>Have one of the Kaiju King’s Royal Guards escort you back to Monster Metro. Longer legs means a longer stride! (Which one?) Transformer lady seems nice
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>>6141039 >"Thank you for helping me get her back. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, feel free to look me up." >>(To the Kaiju King) ”Is there any chance I can keep that picture?” Anonymous
>>6141039 I’ll support both
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>>6141351 . Sounds like a beautiful picture, and transformer lady DOES sound nice.
Good to know that even Khonshu’s blessings don’t like listening to Ben.
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>>6141048 >>6141351 >>6141594 >>6141528 >"Thank you for helping me get her back. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, feel free to look me up." >(To the Kaiju King) ”Is there any chance I can keep that picture?” >Have one of the Kaiju King’s Royal Guards escort you back to Monster Metro. Longer legs means a longer stride! (Robot Lady) Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 16 Nov 2024 02:25:33 No. 6142233 Report Quoted By:
You turned back towards the Kaiju King and bowed your head slightly. <span class="mu-r">“Thank you for helping me get her back. If you ever find yourself in my neck of the woods, feel free to look me up.”</span> King Kawade gave you an acknowledging nod and a brief smile. <span class="mu-b">“I might just have to take you up on that offer someday. It's been an age since I've stepped foot on the surface. It would be a relief to step foot outside without fear of being crushed underfoot.”</span> he said, chuckling at his own joke. <span class="mu-r">“Speaking of being crushed underfoot,”</span> you added. <span class="mu-r">“Would it be alright if one of your monster guards escorted us through your kingdom?”</span> <span class="mu-b">“Oh, well of course. How about-”</span> <span class="mu-r">“The robot lady seems nice.”</span> you cut in, pointing at the kneeling mech before King Kawade could pick one for you. Both of them blinked in surprise, and the mech woman glanced back at him to see what he would say. King Kawade shrugged and waved a hand dismissively. <span class="mu-b">“If that is your wish, so be it.”</span> he decided. <span class="mu-b">“Mekara, keep them safe.”</span> The monster known as Mekara gave him a thumbs up in return. <span class="mu-r">“You've got it, Kei. I won’t let anything happen to them.”</span> If the King was at all offended by being called something other than his title, he didn't show it. <span class="mu-r">"Oh, and is there any chance I can keep that picture?"</span> you asked, pointing at the drawing of Cindy. Everyone in the room glanced at it, and even Cindy turned her head in his direction. The King flipped the paper around and took a moment to admire his handiwork. And, with a grunt, he got up from his plush, comfortable-looking throne and prepared to step down. Without missing a beat, the dragon man reached his hand out and allowed the old man to step onto it. <span class="mu-b">"Oh. Thank you, Slizzik."</span> he said, twisting his body until he was sat between the giant reptile's upturned claws. Slizzik's slitted, bright yellow eyes seemed to gleam at the King's praise. <span class="mu-g">"Of course, sir."</span> <span class="mu-g">"Beware, my King! You know not what diseases that one has!"</span> the giant insect warned. Slizzik shot him a dirty look and stretched his arm across the room, bringing his King closer to you so that he could offer you the drawing. You gratefully accepted it from him and handed it to Cindy. The bandaged girl gently plucked it from your hands and held it close to her chest. She let out a contented sigh. <span class="mu-s">"Thanks you..."</span> she muttered. A small grin spread across the King’s lined face, and you found it hard to stop yourself from smiling as well. Especially when Cindy was giggling like a loon in your arms. A quick glance up at Mekara told you that she was grinning as well. Her expressions were so human-like... (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 16 Nov 2024 02:29:18 No. 6142235 Report Quoted By:
Mekara returned her attention to you and offered a gunmetal gray hand. Her forearm was silver and thick, being noticeably wider than her bicep. Connecting the two was a joint that wouldn't have looked out of place on an action figure or a gundam model. <span class="mu-r">“What's your name, stranger//foreigner//outsider?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“People call me ‘The Huntsman’. Nice to meet you, Mekara.”</span> you said, climbing onto the proffered hand. As she lifted you up, you noticed a gray disk with a yellow center on the front of her elbow, with two metal rods poking out of both her arms. <span class="mu-r">“It's nice to meet you too, Huntsman. Do you have a preference for how you'd like to be held?”</span> she asked, not stuttering that time. You tilted your head as she rose to her full height and brought you up to meet her glowing red eyes directly. At this height, you were able to make out her more distinct features. Mekara possessed a silver u-shaped crest on her forehead, and two similarly shaped red wings on either side of her head, making it appear as if she were wearing a helmet. The material that made up her face was a smooth, pale green metal, but it moved fluidly whenever she spoke or changed facial expressions. Her lips were noticeably darker than the rest of her face, and if she wasn’t a Transformer, you might’ve been convinced that she was wearing lipstick. But that was impossible, because they didn’t make makeup kits large enough for Mekara. Did they…? <span class="mu-r">“We don’t get a lot of visitors down here, but there are people around your size that reside//live//dwell in the Monster Metro.”</span> she declared, gesturing at the Kaiju King. <span class="mu-r">“And everyone had preferences for how they'd like to be carried. Is this comfortable for you?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“It's sweet of you to ask, but I'm pretty hard to shake off.”</span> you replied, walking from her hand, to her elbow, then up her arm and onto her broad shoulder. Mekara looked amused as you perched atop her shoulder in a crouched position. Behind each shoulder, she had three exhaust pipes and a row of segmented metal teeth that ran along her collar and under the pauldrons covering her shoulders. There were various other machines and moving parts under those pauldrons, such as hydraulics, and pipes that looped under her arms, around her back, and up to her chest. The largest parts of her armor plating were red, just like the wings on her helmet, while the more complex workings and connecting joints were the same shade of gray as her hands. Oh, and she had boobs for some reason. They were just sitting there, explicitly molded onto her frame. Would the term “breastplate” be more appropriate here? You were pretty sure that asking that out loud would end in you getting <span class="mu-i">launched</span> out of the palace, instead of escorted out. <span class="mu-r">“Just try not to get caught between my gears, and we shouldn’t have any problems. Sound good?”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 16 Nov 2024 02:34:42 No. 6142237 Report Quoted By:
Your eyes snapped back up to hers, and you hoped that your mask was able to conceal the fact that you were staring at her breastplate. <span class="mu-r">“Huh? Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me. You won’t even notice I’m here.”</span> you said, miming the action of zipping your lips shut. Cindy barked out a derogatory laugh that demonstrated just how much she believed that statement, but she didn't take her eyes off of the drawing. Mekara’s pupils, which were a lighter shade of orange, flicked between you and Cindy when you reaffirmed your grip on her. And a moment later, those giant glowing red eyes widened as she seemed to realize something. <span class="mu-r">“Oh! This might be a little late to ask, but you’re not afraid//scared//frightened of heights, are you?”</span> she asked, sounding genuinely apologetic. Now it was your turn to bark out a laugh. <span class="mu-r">“Are you kidding? I spend more time in the air than I do on the ground most days.”</span> Mekara’s dark lips curved into a smile, seemingly reassured by your words. <span class="mu-r">“In that case, I hope you enjoy the view!”</span> And without another word, Mekara broke into a sprint and leapt through the gap in the wall where a large set of doors once stood. Your fingers tensed on Mekara’s shoulder as you went airborne, and you could feel Cindy’s bandages tightening around your body at the same time. But instead of crashing down the stairs like she should have, Mekara landed on one of two ramps that were built on either side of the stairs, and began sliding down. Both ramps were made of smooth stone, and lacked the flat platforms that occasionally broke up the long, steep staircase. It was because of this design choice that Mekara was able to slide down as smoothly as she was. After you realized that you didn’t have to worry about the giant robot lady wiping out and taking you and Cindy down with her, you risked a glance at your surroundings. And what you saw left you momentarily speechless. The buildings below the palace were oddly shaped and just barely fit together in the cramped, slum-like cityscape. They were arranged in a cascading structure, with thick black cables stretching between most of them, and you were having a hard time figuring out whether they were phone lines or clotheslines from this distance. Creatures of various shapes, colors and sizes were milling about in this bustling Metropolis, and to your right, you spotted a cluster of giant stone statues surrounded by a fountain as wide as a football field. You thought it safe to assume that that was some sort of town square. Behind the fountain was a large wooden gate framed by half of a dull metal cog. And connected to that structure was a series of interconnecting pipes, cogs, pumps and valves that seemed far too convoluted to be efficient. The pipe network was embedded into a stone wall behind it and stretched up to the ceiling, where the pipes only got thicker and less complicated. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Sat 16 Nov 2024 02:36:23 No. 6142239 Report It sort of reminded you of the Alley, and how their pipe system had been entirely restructured for their convenience. You wondered how they would react if they knew all THIS was below them! Your gaze naturally drifted upwards, and you saw a wide tunnel stretching high into a dark abyss filled with rocky spikes that grew out from the stone walls. You felt Mekara’s head turn in your direction, and you shared an excited look. It would seem that your guide was just as enthusiastic as you'd hoped. Even Cindy had to stop and gawk at the scenery. Although, you weren't sure how she was able to see anything with those bandages covering her eyes as completely as they were. What will you say?>"This place is awesome! How long has it been down here?” >”So, have you ever been up to the surface, or have you lived here all your life? My offer to your King extends to you too, you know.” >”What kind of creatures live down here? Is it ‘Monsters Only’, or are they cool with humans too?” >”How do you get back up? Can you fly, or transform into a car?” >”How’d you end up serving the Kaiju King? Does it depend on how big and tough you are?” >”Are there any other authority figured that I should know about, other than the Kaiju King and Skul?” >“How'd your King get his name? That's a pretty cool title for someone to inherit.” >Write-in.
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>>6142254 >>6142579 >"This place is awesome! How long has it been down here?” Sorry for the delay! I've been a bit busy lately. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:30:18 No. 6143790 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“This place is awesome! How long has it been down here?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-r">“Since the dawn of mankind’s rule, I think. At least, that’s what the elders tell us.”</span> Mekara answered, keeping her eyes forward. <span class="mu-r">“According to them, it was founded after the war of vampires and succubi nearly saw both sides wiped out//exterminated//massacred. And neither of them were capable of directly opposing humankind, so many of them fled underground.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“So you guys have been around since forever.”</span> you marveled. An amused grin spread across Mekara’s metallic features. <span class="mu-r">“Not me, personally. I wasn’t born until Kei created me. Created us.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Like…a mad scientist?”</span> Mekara chuckled, and you could feel the rumble of her laughter through your fingertips. <span class="mu-r">“No, like…he <span class="mu-i">willed</span> us into existence. The same way that he brought your little one here.”</span> she said, her orange pupils darting towards Cindy as she glanced over her shoulder. <span class="mu-s">“Like…Tulpas…”</span> Cindy muttered. You raised an eyebrow at her. <span class="mu-r">“Tulpas?”</span> <span class="mu-s">“The Kaiju King thought of them, and made them real…”</span> she explained, sounding a bit more coherent now. <span class="mu-r">“Oh, like imaginary friends.”</span> you concluded. <span class="mu-r">“Sort of.”</span> Mekara conceded. <span class="mu-r">“Kei’s able to conjure//invoke//summon creatures from his imagination alone. If he can draw it, he can make it. But, if the thing he’s drawing already exists…”</span> <span class="mu-r">“Then he summons that existing creature.”</span> you finished for her. Mekara nodded her large head. <span class="mu-r">“Bingo! You’re a quick study.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I’m slowly becoming an expert in all things weird.”</span> you proclaimed. <span class="mu-r">“Let’s see if you feel that way by the end of the day. Monster Metropolis has got enough ‘weird’ to last several lifetimes.”</span> Mekara said. At a glance, you could tell that the ground was rapidly approaching, and Mekara was making no effort to slow down. At the bottom of the stairs, you could see Ana and the Mask Maker waiting past one of those Japanese Torii gates. Even from here, you could make out Ana’s clear alarm at spotting the giant metal woman hurtling towards her. <span class="mu-r">“Hold on!”</span> she called out, shifting her feet slightly so that the added friction caused a rapid decrease in her velocity. You might’ve gone flying if not for her warning, but you worried that Cindy might throw up with all this shaking. Then, right before she reached the bottom, Mekara pushed off of the ground, sprang off of the top of the gate with one hand, and flipped onto her feet in a crouched position behind Ana and the Mask Maker with a loud thud. Ana was breathing heavily, staring up at Mekara with a wary expression. You waved down at her. <span class="mu-r">“Hey babe, check out my sweet ride! How’s about you and me hit the town?”</span> Ana gave you an odd look, but Mekara seemed to preen a bit at being called a “sweet ride”. —----- (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:31:57 No. 6143792 Report Quoted By:
Despite this being your second time crossing through this part of the Monster Metro, this was the first time that you were able to sit back and appreciate the sights. Before, you were entirely focused on reaching the Kaiju King after Shaggy told you about his abilities. But now… From your place on Mekara’s shoulders, you and Ana marveled at the bright, neon signs that were very much like your own back home, advertising services and slogans in a language that was entirely foreign to you. Similarly, their food was alien to your human sensibilities, and you couldn’t completely wrap your head around why some of the monsters down below were haggling so animatedly for these merchants’ wares, but you supposed that an isolated community of monsters from different mythologies is bound to have some pretty significant cultural differences. <span class="mu-g">“This is incredible…”</span> Ana breathed. <span class="mu-g">“So much life down here, right under our feet.”</span> Mekara’s pace was slower than you would’ve liked, but she needed to give everyone time to move out of the way in time for her next footfall. They didn’t even look that angry about the inconvenience. Everyone was very respectful of creatures that were bigger than them. It was like they always had the right of way, regardless of what was going on around them. <span class="mu-r">“If you’re this good at clearing out traffic up there as you are down here, then I might have to see about getting my own giant robot.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“I can’t imagine how you manage to get anywhere if everyone there is your size.”</span> she said with a laugh. <span class="mu-r">“I don’t really have those problems anymore, but I can tell you that everyone else hates it.”</span> you said with a shrug. <span class="mu-r">“It helps to have wings.”</span> the Mask Maker put in. <span class="mu-r">“I really should’ve worn something with wings today.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“How’s that angel outfit coming?”</span> Mekara asked the Limbo demon. <span class="mu-r">“It burns when I wear it! That must mean I’m doing something right!”</span> the red-skinned creature said in an enthusiastic tone, her fake tail wagging. Mekara laughed, turned a corner, and then paused. The thick cables from before were a little too high for her to pass through unimpeded. She grimaced slightly. <span class="mu-r">“These weren’t here before. We’re gonna have to go around.”</span> She turned and made to go back, the crowd of monsters near her feet instantly parting to allow her safe passage. <span class="mu-r">“They’re like ants from up here!”</span> the Mask Maker giggled. <span class="mu-r">“You’d need to be a little higher up before you can say that, I think.”</span> you added. <span class="mu-r">“Nope, we’ve got pretty big//huge//large ants.”</span> Mekara confirmed. <span class="mu-r">“Pest control is a constant problem down here.”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:36:29 No. 6143797 Report Quoted By:
Cindy <span class="mu-i">shuddered</span> in your arms, and you were worried that she was going to be sick. Her bandages were fully covering her body now. Whatever shoes she’d been wearing had been removed from her feet without you noticing, and there was only a small gap that she could breathe through. Since she didn’t seem to have any problems breathing, you didn’t try to pry the bandages away from her face. Khonshu’s “blessing” didn’t seem to like taking orders from you, and that fact only served to further convince you that this thing had been created by him. You rubbed Cindy’s head, eliciting an unintelligible murmur from her. You prayed that the Kaiju King hadn’t been lying, and that this condition of hers was only temporary. You turned to peek at Ana’s face, only to find her admiring the citizens of Monster Metropolis. There was a slightly dangerous gleam in her eye, and you wondered whether she was sizing them all up as prey or not. Starting trouble now wouldn’t go over well with the Kaiju King, you thought. Especially when you were only here as a plus one to Cindy. She’d been invited down here by her grandmother, a woman who sat back and allowed her granddaughter to think that she was dead. You still weren’t sure how to feel about that, but you were certain that CIndy wasn’t fit to have a serious conversation like that in her current condition. <span class="mu-r">“How long until we get there?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-r">“Shouldn’t be much longer.”</span> Mekara reassured you. You sighed and climbed a bit higher on her shoulder. After a few minutes, you decided to kill time by counting the different kinds of creatures that you could accurately identify. You saw werewolves, vampires, frog-men, rat-men, orcs, dark elves, dwarves, gnomes, fairies, and…that was about all you could identify. This place was like a melting pot of monsters. You were a bit on edge from the vampires you spotted, but no one seemed to be making a big deal about it, so you tried to keep your cool. A little while later, Mekara brought you to a large, two-story shack that was separate from the cramped row houses on the main street. It almost looked like a small, wooden mansion, but the aesthetic was slightly ruined by the violet and cyan ribbons that streamed down from the roof, and draped over the front and sides of the house. The other monsters were giving it a wide berth, which allowed Mekara to lengthen her strides. <span class="mu-r">“Here we are. Sorry I couldn’t give you much of a tour. I know you’re in a hurry.”</span> she said, offering you her hand so you and the others could step off of her shoulders. You all stepped off when she bent to one knee and lowered her hands to the ground. <span class="mu-r">“You can make it up to us after this is all over. Thanks for bringing us here, by the way.”</span> you said. Mekara nodded and gave you a smile. <span class="mu-r">“It’s no problem. This concerns all of us, right? I just hope the little mummy girl knows what she’s doing.”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:37:44 No. 6143799 Report Quoted By:
She glanced at the front door where an “open” sign was written in plain English. <span class="mu-r">“Yeah…me too.”</span> You reaffirmed your grip on Cindy and took a step towards the shack. Ana and the Mask Maker were walking beside you. As soon as you stepped onto the porch, the front door swung open, revealing a shaggy black dog waiting for you in the main entrance. His eyes, sharp with intelligence, glanced at Cindy, and then back up at you. <span class="mu-i">“Is she alright?”</span> he asked. You were still getting used to the fact that he could talk at all. <span class="mu-r">“I think so. She’s just tired from the trip.”</span> He nodded and turned to head deeper into the shack. You followed him inside, Ana and the Limbo demon trailing behind you. Just as Shaggy had told you, this place fit the bill for a curio shop that specializes in antique and novelty items. Except, instead of snowglobes and keychains, you saw potions, tomes and various other artifacts that wouldn’t have looked out of place in the Sanctum Sanctorum. Just being in this room was enough to spark your sense of curiosity and excitement at finding something new and exciting to shop around for. But as soon as you spotted the old woman manning the front desk, those feelings came crashing back down. She wore a set of plain, dark gray robes that matched the color of her hair, which was tied back into a tight bun. The woman known as Young stared at you from over a cup of steaming hot tea, and that cold, assessing gaze of hers caused your anger to flare up all over again. You might’ve blurted something out right then and there if Ana hadn’t stepped in front of you to take Cindy from your hands. You didn’t want to let go at first, your fingers instinctually clinging to the bandages, and they to you. <span class="mu-g">“I’ve got her.”</span> That was all Ana said, and somehow, it was enough for you to relax your fingers so that she could pry the girl away from you. <span class="mu-s">“I have a bedroom upstairs. Bring her there.”</span> You all turned to Young. Her eyes were locked on Cindy, but she frowned when she noticed the sword that she was cradling. <span class="mu-i">“Here. I’ll show you.”</span> Shaggy offered. Young nodded her thanks. You waited until the three of them were up the creaky wooden steps, before returning your attention to the old woman. <span class="mu-s">“You must be Benjamin. Thank you for bringing my granddaughter here safely.”</span> she said, bowing her head, before stepping out from behind her counter. <span class="mu-s">“From what I’ve heard, you have been taking care of her ever since her parents disappeared from her life.”</span> <span class="mu-r">“That’s right.”</span> you said, not trusting yourself to say anything more without insulting her. <span class="mu-s">“Then you have my thanks for that as well. The girl has not had an easy life. It pleases me to know that you have been making an effort to improve her situation.”</span> Her voice was calm and level, despite the fact that this is the first time she’s seeing her granddaughter in…god knows how long. (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Mon 18 Nov 2024 20:38:45 No. 6143803 Report What will you say?
>”You’ve gone this long without so much as saying a word to Cindy. Why would you call her now? Are you that desperate?” >”Is that all you have to say after seeing your granddaughter bundled up in gauze like a mummy? Because if I were in your shoes, I’d be losing my shit.” >”Yeah, well…someone has to. What’s up with you not showing up to your own daughter’s funeral, by the way?” >”How would you know what she’s been through? She barely knows you, and you’ve just been sitting down here the entire time she’s been suffering.” >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6143803 >>”You’ve gone this long without so much as saying a word to Cindy. Why would you call her now? Are you that desperate?” Anonymous
>>6143803 >”Yeah, well…someone has to. What’s up with you not showing up to your own daughter’s funeral, by the way?” Well Ben doesn't know but let's see if Grandma knows.
>”You’ve gone this long without so much as saying a word to Cindy. Why would you call her now? Are you that desperate?” Anonymous
>>6143803 >”Yes. She’s too sweet a girl to only have a god as her sole parental figure, and it’s not like she has any other family to step in.” >”You’ve gone this long without so much as saying a word to Cindy. Why would you call her now? Are you that desperate?” >”Yeah, well…someone has to. What’s up with you not showing up to your own daughter’s funeral, by the way?” I’m sure she’ll say that her daughter isn’t dead, and if she says that then I’d find some way to toss in that we’re not giving up custody at this rate.
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Wed 20 Nov 2024 22:56:43 No. 6144916 Report Quoted By:
>>6143806 >>6143945 >>6144221 >”Yes. She’s too sweet a girl to only have a god as her sole parental figure, and it’s not like she has any other family to step in.” >”Yeah, well…someone has to. What’s up with you not showing up to your own daughter’s funeral, by the way?” >”You’ve gone this long without so much as saying a word to Cindy. Why would you call her now? Are you that desperate?” Taking these. Writing...
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 21 Nov 2024 02:55:02 No. 6144992 Report Quoted By:
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah, well…someone has to.”</span> you said with an unapologetic shrug. <span class="mu-r">“She's a sweet kid, and she deserves to have something other than a literal god as her sole parental guardian.”</span> Young's eyes widened ever so slightly at that, but you were incapable of deciphering the emotion that flashed across her face. It was there and gone in an instant. After a moment, though, she nodded slowly. <span class="mu-s">“I am glad you feel that way. I can tell you care for her very much.”</span> You narrowed your eyes at her. You didn’t have very high expectations in the first place, but this “cold detachment” act was getting old real fast. <span class="mu-r">“What's up with you not showing up to your own daughter's funeral, by the way?”</span> you asked, not at all trying to be tactful. Young gave you a long, considering look before gesturing to a coffee table in the corner of the room. You followed her over, just barely resisting the urge to blow up at her for not showing a shred of genuine emotion in the minute that you've known her. You sat down on a surprisingly clean couch, and waited for her to pour a cup of tea for you and herself. The old woman sat down across from you with a slight groan and gently picked up her cup. You did the same, but unlike her, you stubbornly refused to take even a single sip. She stared into that cup for a good, long while before she answered your question. <span class="mu-s">“I do not believe that my daughter is dead.”</span> You stared at her, waiting for her to elaborate on the point. When she didn’t, you decided to press her on the matter. <span class="mu-r">“So…what? You think Cindy’s mom has just been faking it this entire time?”</span> She shook her head. <span class="mu-s">“I heard about the incident. What happened was tragic, but it would take something far more dangerous than a gang of teething fangers to put Nari down. I'm not sure about that husband of hers, though...”</span> Your eyes widened, and you had to put your cup down to avoid dropping it or spilling hot tea over your fingers. She was serious…! <span class="mu-r">“Wait, so…Cindy’s mom is actually alive!? Do you know for sure? Is she hurt, or stuck somewhere? Do we need to bust her out of a vampire prison, or-”</span> Young held up a hand to stop you. Despite herself, and despite the seriousness of the situation, the old woman seemed to be amused by something you said. <span class="mu-s">“Your concern for my family is appreciated, Benjamin. Truly, I cannot thank you enough for caring for Cindy in my and Nari's absence.”</span> She gave you a deeper bow than before, and you were taken aback by how genuine it was. <span class="mu-s">“However,”</span> she continued, straightening her back once. <span class="mu-s">“I do not believe that is the case. According to my divinations, not only is Nari alive, but her condition is far from critical.”</span> You sat back in your chair, pondering the implications of that statement. <span class="mu-r">“Then why hasn't she come to get Cindy? Or at least bothered to check up on her? What's stopping her?”</span> you asked. <span class="mu-s">“Why indeed…”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 21 Nov 2024 03:02:31 No. 6144999 Report Quoted By:
Her voiced thought lingered in the air between you, providing an ominous weight to conversation that was already heavy with meaning. This old woman was hard to read, but you didn’t get the impression that she was lying to you. Cindy’s mom being alive should be a good thing, but that still didn't answer the question of why she hasn't revealed herself to either of you yet. You had a terrible feeling that this family drama might unfold into something far more complicated than you were prepared for. You gave Young a scrutinizing glare. <span class="mu-r">“Your daughter's safe and sound, but you don't sound very happy about it. Why? What aren't you telling me?”</span> you demanded. For a moment, Young's calm and collected facade wavered noticeably. You saw a flash of guilt wash over her face. <span class="mu-s">“You said that my granddaughter is a...‘sweet girl’, yes?”</span> You nodded hesitantly, and a look of relief replaced her worried frown. <span class="mu-r">“Good. That is good. I have always feared that her mother's influence would corrupt her, somehow.”</span> <span class="mu-i">“She's not like what I expected, either.”</span> said a familiar voice coming from upstairs. An old, shaggy black dog was trotting back down into the shop to join you, and Young moved to pour him his own cup of tea. <span class="mu-i">“Before, when Hi-Vo cornered Gorgolla, she attempted to talk them down. And it would have worked if not for the ambush.”</span> he continued. Young's brows furrowed, and she stopped pouring to stare at the dog that had just sat down in front of the coffee table. <span class="mu-s">“Ambush!? By who?”</span> <span class="mu-r">“We don’t know yet.”</span> you admitted, unable to pull your eyes away from the dog lapping up his tea. <span class="mu-r">“But I plan on making some inquiries when I get back.”</span> Young's expression remained troubled, and you couldn't help but dwell on her words from earlier. What had she meant when she said Cindy might've been “corrupted” by her mom's influence? <span class="mu-s">“Benjamin?”</span> Your eyes snapped up to meet Young’s. They were still sharp, despite her age. <span class="mu-s">“I know that it isn't my place to make requests of you, but might I ask that you continue to look after my granddaughter?”</span> You sat there, dumbfounded for a second, before nodding enthusiastically. <span class="mu-r">“Of course. I would’ve done that even if you hadn't asked.”</span> She gave you a tight-lipped smile. <span class="mu-s">“That is reassuring. From what the dog tells me, you are capable of holding your own in a fight. I pray that you can protect her from anyone, or anything that might threaten her safety.”</span> This conversation was…not going the way that you thought it would. Instead of being the stubborn, willful person that Shaggy had informed you of, the woman who sat before you seemed tired and remorseful. It was almost as if she was giving you her blessing. Somehow, that only soured your mood even further. <span class="mu-r">“You've gone this long without so much as saying a word to Cindy. Why would you call her now? Are you that desperate?”</span> (Cont.)
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Scorekeeper !!urZ1qzDpXky ID:05f9LGz6 Thu 21 Nov 2024 03:11:16 No. 6145003 Report Your words caused Shaggy to stop drinking and Young's back to straighten. She and the dog exchanged a meaningful glance.
<span class="mu-s">“The situation is…far from ideal. Skul's influence grows day by day, and he's managed to amass an army of powerful monsters. Some of them rival the Kaiju King's 'chosen' in terms of power, and the local powers have been discussing the possibility of joining his horde if the Kaiju King fails to quell the threat.”</span> she explained.
<span class="mu-r">“And you thought your estranged teenage granddaughter was the best person for the job.”</span> you concluded.
Her eyes sharpened, and her hands tightened on the cup that she was holding.
<span class="mu-s">“I know what Nari's done to her. I know what she's been trained for. Mediating for supernatural creatures should be within her skillset.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“She’s been trained to deal with vampires and werewolves, not an army of giant monsters!”</span> you argued, loudly placing your teacup back on the table. <span class="mu-r">“And if you knew Cindy’s mom was alive, then you should've called her instead!”</span>
Young slammed her fist on the table, cracking the glass.
<span class="mu-s">“No! I won't let that woman have her way! Not after she…”</span>
She trailed off, a wave of fresh emotion washing over her features as she struggled to regain her composure.
Shaggy scooted closer to her, providing emotional support with his presence alone. Her breathing began to slow, but her hands were still shaking.
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>”I don't know what's going on between the two of you, but I'm gonna need you to put it aside for Cindy’s sake.” >”I take it you and your daughter don't see eye to eye?” >”If you don't have any backup, then I might just have to call in some favors. Something that your familiar failed to mention was how fabulously well connected I am.” >Reach over and place your hand over hers. You'd hate for her to get too worked up and keel over before Cindy got to meet her. >Wait for her to calm down and continue. >Write-in. Pastebins:
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>>6145003 >>Wait for her to calm down and continue. Anonymous
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>>6145003 >”Then it should have been me first. Cindy’s hardest job should be keeping in front of her schoolwork and making friends her own age, but if I didn’t happen to take the call to put Shaggy here on a leash then I’m sure she’d have taken saving your Metropolis entirely on her shoulders to spare me the trouble. Something I doubt anyone else here would have questioned.” >”The last time someone screwed with my kid this bad, I had to go against Pandora Peters of WAND. She caved first. Which was for the better, I already blew holes in enough organizations to hit my quota for the month.” >”So, family history. I have a web for problems like Skul, but no one on it is a licensed counselor so Cindy and I will have to wing this and I’m going to take the hits first.” >”We’ll need the practice for when Cindy asks the same questions. I’m not hiding my anger nearly enough and you’re too stiff.” As hard as I’m charging at her, I would try to keep our voice level. There is clearly a lot to unpack here, and while I think Ben is impulsive I also think he’s self-aware enough about it to crack a weak joke about it.
Of course, maybe she also has a monster mode and she’s trying to control it. I don’t blame anyone who wants to go a safer route.