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Ahh, well, it is my apology for misunderstanding your intent then. So I am sorry for misunderstanding you and believing it to be like the X-Gene, or White Event or some other Meta Origin.
Cluster-Comics: A riot quest about making a superhero setting
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It's cool, I don't think I explained myself well originally.
Hentaiwizard
Grand Magus of the Lewd
Alright I just got here and I missed the first voting session but are y'all okay with me making a knockoff 40k space marine getting sent to the past in a heroic sacrifice gone wrong and (eventually) learning how to be more than a biological war machine (wrapped in the second mechanical war machine that is his armour)?
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I think so, all it would take is quite a lot of votes. But if you made an entry for them next Voting Session, I'd love to vote for them because that idea sounds quite fun! These warriors of the stars finally getting the chance in Ancient Terra to live out lives as they would see fit, no longer under threat of aliens and demonic forces... Even if there are other, stranger threats in this world...
And with this, perhaps they have the opportunity to make a better future and avert a grimdark future where there is only war.
And with this, perhaps they have the opportunity to make a better future and avert a grimdark future where there is only war.
Random idea that came to me out of nowhere: Snowman vigilante (still haven't thought up a name for him myself) says "Ho ho ho" when he laughs, like how Santa would.
Turn 1: Results
The Thunderbolt Kid
Johnny Bolt was out on his first night patrol atop the roof of one of Metropolis Heights' many tall buildings, wearing a simple handcrafted costume made from materials that one could reasonably get at a Walmart with an allowance of 20 dollars over the timeframe of a couple weeks
It was basically a dyed yellow hoody alongside a motocycle helmet with lightning bolts painted on it
He still remembers the incident like it was yesterday, lightning that writhed and pulsated like a living creature, the sparks that came from it were a sight akin to having kaleidoscopes transplanted directly into your ocular organs, that wasn't even the worst part, it hit him directly
Otherwordly zaps tap-danced inside the molecular structure of his flesh, the naturally closed psychic pathways in his mind, and the phantasmal energies of his soul
Whatever that inexplicable point of energy was made of gave the young Bolt superpowers, super strength that could knock a fully grown man away with a kick, super speed capable of outpacing cars, and the ability to release the strange electricity from his own body!
And so he did the most natural thing one could do with this sorta power
Fight crime while in a costume
..... yes, it did sound insane, but counterpoint, if he was gonna use these powers to make the world sorta better via vigilantism he would need to make sure the police and enemies don't come knocking, costumes helped, and the whole alternate identity of The Thunderbolt Kid made Johnny feel cooler and less like a loser
And if he did this right maybe his mom would be proud of him in Heaven!
For once...
A large boom overshadowed the sound of traffic and cooing pigeons in the dark of the nignt, and The Thunderbolt Kid ran at lightning fast speeds to see what the commotion was, making sure to carefully calculate his route while running since even with lightning fast reflexes, the laws of momentum made superspeed difficult to steer for a normal human, but even so, T.K. reached the edge of a building and watched from above as a bunch of thugs in a van full of stolen money evaded the police with the help of a man monstrously fused with some silver machinery with glowing rainbow lines, teleporting atop some cop cars, occasionally picking stuff up and throwing it at other stuff, mainly just being a nuisance for the police
Also bashing in the faces of some officers with a misshapen metal arm, reducing their heads to bloody pulps, good thing Johnny Bolt didn't see all that at first cause some dust got in his eye
But he did decided to jump down and join the chase, to help stop the half-metal man yelling out with all fhe strength in his lungs "WHO WANTS TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT WITH TELE-PETE!?"
"Clean that foul mouth at the carwash metalhead!" The Thunderbolt Kid yelled as he ran in and drop-kicked Tele-Pete off a cop car and into the back of his thug friend's van, causing it to swerve out of control and crash into a stoplight
Tele-Pete got up, cracked his normal knuckles, then winced when they hurt cause his other hand is metal now and he didn't get used to that yet, and said "Tele-Pete is gonna make those dead pigs look prettier then you when Tele-Pete's done brat!"
"Bring it on ya toaster! Wait dead pigs?" Johnny turned around real quick and yep, the crashed cop cars had dead guys in them "Oooooohhhhhh! You killed those guys, I feel a lot less confident and more scared now but lets do this cause I'm already far too involved!"
And thus a great battle commenced between metal man and electrified child!
Johnny Bolt/The Thunderbolt Kid
- Young man, energetic, tends to get into tough situations without proper planning
- Has dead mommy issues
- Was hit with a mysterious bolt of lightning, and thus gained decent super strength, super speed, and the ability to release powerful electricity from his body at the cost of stamina
Metropolis Heights
- Town in Colorado with a thing for extra tall buildings
Peter Mccragget/Tele-Pete
- Some thug with his body half-fused with an experimental silver device invented by Professor Shade that just popped into his body during a heist, said device is covered in glowing rainbow line
- Can teleport around, if he teleports somewhere where matter is currently present he'll just appear right outside the object itself, can take stuff with him as long as it isn't heavier then himself
- The hyper-mathematics operating the machine are running through his brain at high speeds at all times, affecting his mind due to the sheer complexity of the info running through his head interacting weirdly with normal human brain-data, causing him to have violent tendencies and refer to himself as Tele-Pete
- Is water-proof
Professor Shade
Flashes of interlocking silver machinery with polychromatic code lines, feelings of intense focus, concentration on every detail and formula, preparing the device for testing
A single slip-up, one small piece out of place, at that moment a multitude of cosmic flukes throw open the corridors of time for a split-second as the machine hurls itself and some nearby matter through the gates, cyclopean grandfather clocks tower over the small lost man, his being built of lesser matter and soul then the holy objects he passes by on his unintended journey
The power of forces beyond his understanding come in every monumental tick as waves, throwing his mind into a fit, sending him into enlightenment, madness, sanity, enlightenment, madness, and sanity in agonizing spirals, grinding memories under the wheel of eternity, his mind kept functional only by the medical advancements and conveniences of his superior home-era
The device appears in the exact same spot a thug stands, steel and flesh truly become one thanks to sheer chance, Peter Mccragget and the teleporter prototype are intertwined into an unholy abomination, a mind of simple flesh combined with a malfunctioning mechanical masterpiece, mathematics symbols from the distant future burn his psyche
But Peter focuses it, and uses his strength to help get his job done, which is get the money, and get out with his crew, the thug grins as a piece of information from the device tells him of an interesting capability their body has, and together they name themselves Tele-Pete, to announce to the whole world their glory as they kick ass
But what of the lost creator of this device, where are they?
In the dark of the night, sitting in an alley less clean then he felt used to, in a city that felt more archaic then he was used to, was a man with no memory of where he came from, but he was obviously someone who followed scholarly pursuits, a genius mayhaps
Every time he blinked he accurately calculated the speed, strength, flow, and temperature of the wind, analyzing and memorizing every individual vermin that wandered past his field of view in seconds, and he would even be able to point them out in a large crowd of filthy rats and insects
He could even see every imperfection on the surface of all the buildings around them, and tell their exact size and density based off the exterior alone
And the technology, it felt strange but the obsolete garbage on the nearby road and the primitive street lighting fascinated him, like staring at a pristine artifact from a bygone era, it was so simple he could pick it apart with ease if he had the right tools on hand
He saw someone offer a hand and took it, it looked uncanny, with imperfections, microscopic flakes of dried skin, miniscule amounts of detritus beneath the nails, wrinkles, the lost man let go the moment he didn't need the support
The samaritan said "You okay young man? You're just sitting down looking like everything around you is a biohazard"
The Lost Man didn't remember too much about himself but he was sure he was in his 50s, and what he could tell from looking at the samaritan, they were probably just a year older, which felt weird to the lost man since it felt only natural to look THAT wrinkly in your 120s, dang it, he was getting lost in his head again, he quickly translated the simple language in his head and formed a proper reply, sadly he was unable to do so without a weird accent, he'll have to work on that
"Y am fyne, do you know where Y am?"
The 51 year old looked confused for a sec but just went along with the strange pronunciation "Well you're in Palto Avenue, pretty sure we're on the bad side of the Heights so we better leave, so whats your name fella?" The samaritan said while bringing the lost man along to the hospital since he obviously is not looking like hes in the right state of mind to just be left wandering the streets alone at night, also the bruises from what looked like a considerable fall were concerning as well
The lost man looked around, seeing a sign on a building that said "Professor Horton, Dental Hygienist", and a poster on the front of a 50 Cent store that said "Surplus shades, get them while they're hot"
"Uuuuhhhh... P-Professor Shade? Yeah thats it"
"Are you giving me a made-up name because you can't remember it or your real name would probably make me call the cops or something?"
"Whychever sounds less worryyng"
"I'll just stop asking questions and just take you to the hospital"
"Thank you kyndly, but Y thynk Y'm good"
"Pardo- where did he go?"
Professor Shade wandered off into the night, and easily plans began formulating in his head at speeds that put most modern computers to shame, how to get funding, how to get a place to live, where to start looking for answers, neurons proposed ideas that were either rejected, accepted, recycled, or mixed-up to form a proper strategy for Shade to make a home for himself and figure out his past
By any means necessary
Professor Shade
- Amnesiac genius from the far future
- His biology is incredibly advanced, he has a highly evolved immune system that makes him basically untouchable by most modern diseases, and his natural lifespan reaches 189
- Highly perceptive and has a mind more intelligent and fast acting then most modern day computers, he figured out a good portion of the English language from just a single greeting
- Speaks with a weird accent
- Desires to figure out where he came from
The Fortune Twins
Felicia Casley looked at the device, she spent years studying the workings of chance, hours of research and back breaking labour, all to fund this, the culmination of all her hard work and dreams
A series of computer parts, scanners, interlocking pathways of varying complexity set to change position at random periods, and marbles, a machine capable of understanding chance itself
If this worked it could predict disasters, find issues that would one day spiral into horrible events, aide countless scientific projects across the world, it could help stop accidents like the one that paralyzed her brother!
What stood before her, in the abandoned parking lot in downtown Metropolis Heights that she set up her secret lab in, could be a big part of the future
She pulled a lever on the device, and crossed her fingers hoping it would all work out
The marbles started rolling, going down entirely randomized paths, passing scanners which supplied the data to an artificial intelligence inside the device itself to learn from the patterns as they got more complex and unpredictable with each cycle
It was getting better each second, the patterns on the screens of one of the monitors began showcasing predictions, better each second, it calculated the exact path of 1 marble, then 2, then 4, then 8, more and more and more, until it calculated all 1000 marbles pathways
It then started explaining more then that, predicting microscopic changes in air pressure and temperature, the movements and actions of microorganisms nearby, Felicia's own awe at her invention's performance
It was more then she ever hoped for
But then it slowly went downhill, it spiraled out of control, the device began showing strange images and numbers, peering past the small pieces of matter and into the realm of microphysics, the mechanical seer showed the now panicking Felicia, as she tried to keep the now overheating machine from falling apart, the images of fates tapestry written by countless unknown particles aglow with lucks golden light
For one moment the devices shows the deepest depths of what pulls chances strings, uncertainty became certainy, the face of luck is gazed upon, to perceive of a fundamental truths inner depths being a heresy of the highest order, and in that moment Felicia felt true horror from what she witnessed
The explosion knocked her back, hitting her with a truck-load of luck particles, and an hour later she awoke to the sight of her hopes and dreams laying there on the ground as rubble
She couldn't even break down into tears from the shock of it, she just got up like she lost her soul and left wordlessly for home, not noticing luck particles gathering, forming into the shape of that sinner who dared to mess with forces she had no right to, look upon the visage of an absolute truth so brazenly, to defile their holy work with her meddling construct, to steal a fraction of authority over the universe
The Omen would not rest until she died scared, alone and in PAIN
On the way home, Felicia had to wait at the bus stop, thinking about what to do with her life now
And as she pondered what to waste away the remaining days of her life doing, a pair of men ran by, one short, one large, carrying a purse as an old lady yelled "Help! Those strange men stole my purse!"
"You ain't catchin us ya old bag! Nyuk nyuk nyuk!" Said the shorter one
"Hehe, you're right boss! Can't wait to bring this back to the hideout by the-" The larger one was slapped in the face with said purse before spilling the beans about the hideout "Oh right! Sorry boss"
Felicia was confused by the cartoonish pair of thiefs but she jumped forward to at least snatch the purse back for the lady, she didn't even second guess her decision at first, it always felt natural for her to help people, its the main reason she built the Seer Machine, and some gut instinct told her this would course of action would turn out well for her
As she ran forward, it surprised the duo for a sec when someone actually bothered to chase them, they didn't think this far ahead, causing them to misstep, the big fella and the little fella both simultaneously slipped on banana peels and fell over eachother knocking themselves out, throwing the purse away and having it hit the shade above some tables infront of a restaurant, said purse bounced off the shade and knocked two flowerpots off a windowsill in its trajectory right into the arms of the old woman
The old lady said "I uuhhh... don't know what say, thanks young lady, even if the problem somehow solved itself? I don't know if that was actually possible but I guess its a big world out there so I guess something like that was gonna happen eventually"
Felicia just stared at the spot where the impossible incident happened, calculating the odds in her head, and just nodded "Uh huh, yeah thats cool" in response
"Okay then, I'll just go now before thugs wake up, bye!" The old lady skittered off into the darkness, as the desperado duo started to stir in their slumber
Then right on time a bus arrived for her to step on, she would've not had enough money for it if it wasn't for the fact a crow that was flying by with some shiny objects in its talons and accidentally dropped some coins directly into her pocket from up above, enough for the bus and some of her favourite gum
As she sat down she knew that obviously something was off, did she have powers? Okay, she needed proof, she wished deep deep down in her heart that the bus driver had an afro, a glass eye, a large nose, and was 8 feet tall
If she stepped in and he was exactly the evidence she hoped for, she'd believe it
And yep he looked exactly like that, he smiled and readjusted his glass eye, reaching out and saying "2.75 please"
"Holy shit!"
"Thats a strong reaction"
She handed over the money and sat down in one of the seats, looking out the window, wondering what she could use this miraculous new gift for, should she even tell people about it? That might get her dissected or something, even with incredible luck it isn't likely someone with probability manipulation will just be left alone, but she wants to help people using this ability, what could she do with this?
A newspaper blown by the winds hit the window the boss, splayed flat and mostly stained except for the article about a young man in costume fighting a strange superpowered robber
"Oh, that was fast, guess I can go with that, I'll get started on that, but now I need to figure out my new job, got fired from my last one cause I was too focused on the Seer Machine, and that didn't work out"
The news paper got flipped by the wind to show a job advertisement for theoretical physicists and or people with expertise on machines, a request from General Dynamics labs
"Okay this is just getting ridiculous, no I actually should've said that during the banana slip incident, it had been ridiculous the moment that happened, what superhero name should I go for?"
The winds blew another newspaper that sai- "ABUP! No! Bad chance! Let me think... how does Lady Fortuna sound?"
The bus passed by a wall covered in graffiti resembling a buncn of hands all giving a thumbs up
"Okay, that settles, one dream of mine may have died tonight! But hopefully this idea I came up with on the spot goes well! It will go well, right?"
A billboard advertisement depicting some lady shrugging was seen in the distance through the bus window
"Okay, just gotta prepare I guess... one step at a time"
And homeward Felicia went, to train, to begin her application at her new job, and soon to defend the good people of Metropolis Heights
Felicia Casley/Lady Fortuna
- A skilled theoretical physicist and mechanic, with years of experience from working on a device called the Seer Machine, works at General Dynamics
- Due to her masterpiece the Seer Machine being destroyed from peering too deep into the secrets of the universe, it blew up, the luck particles from the blast somehow giving her good luck manipulation
- Helping folks is an instinctual thing for her
Omen
- Pissed off doppelganger of Felicia Casley/Lady Fortuna made of luck particles
- Hates Felicia with a burning passion ever since the moment they were formed by the destruction of the Seer Machine
- Has control over bad luck
Bob
- Small criminal with a mischievous grin and a head full of dastardly schemes
- Wears a broken top hat all the time
- Got weak bones but fast legs
Rob
- Large criminal with a dopey grin and a head full of cartoon trivia
- Wears a stitched up beret all the time
- Got strong bones but slow legs
The Sleepy Storm
She looked her teacher in the face, the educator was pissed at her having answered the questions in a sub-par manner and gotten herself a C+
"Do you know why this disappoints me more then the usual low grade?"
"No" Replied Amaya with a completely nonchalant tone and expression, not really caring at all about the present situation as she waited for this talk in the school staff room to end
"Cause I know you're smarter then this, you spoke full ancient greek when you 13! I saw you casually name every lake and river in the state while asleep in geography class, the main problem you have is motivation"
"Well why should I be motivated?"
"It could help you, it could help countless other people in your life if you hone that intelligence, maybe you could become a politician and try to improve the system for the benefit of everyone, a doctor taking care of the sick, maybe even a scientist trying to help with environmental research to help fix pollution-based problems, but you just wanna nap and watch life go by"
"Eyup"
"Why?"
"There are probably a bunch of people with 'potential' out there like me, maybe some of them have had, are having, or will have a conversation like this one, the vast majority of them will not contribute much to the world because thats just how life is, maybe they squander that potential due to other issues or laziness like me, maybe circumstance and lack of opportunity leaves them without anything they can reasonably do about the worlds problems, or their own greed and or the malice of others stops them from making the world a better place and use that 'potential' for self benefit, most likely having one of those classic rise and fall stories in the process, so either I throw myself into years of hard work for most likely just a big failure when trying to change the world-"
Lady Fortuna sneezes while making her costume across town
"-Or I just prepare myself for flipping burgers early, I'm pretty sure my 'potential' will help me flip the burgers while simultaneously daydreaming with ease"
The teacher looked at Amaya, sighed, and started just straightening out a stack of papers that were on his desk, but not before replying
"I am sorry Ms Arisato, that I and the other role models in your life failed so much that you believe self betterment and the betterment of the world to be futile, you are dismissed, see you in class tomorrow"
Arisato was surprised by this, teachers in the past just ignored what she said, got pissed at her, or gave her some long hopeful rant, she just felt bad now, so she walked out of the room with a little pit in her stomach
Later she'd lie in her bed after school, staring at the ceiling as time passed by, she assured herself that it hurt, but it was correct, the truth was she couldn't change the world, she was just some random highschool girl in Colorado's most forgotten major city, seriously Metropolis Heights is barely ever mentioned in the news or media, what could she do about any major problems?
"How far you have fallen" a calming voice as soft as silk spoke
"What the?!" Amaya shot up from bed to look at the being that suddenly manifested in her room
His presence felt too immense to be a simple person, and it was like staring at something from a dream, on each shoulder was a wing, and a pair of similar wings on his temple, all appearing as soft as pillows to the young woman
He was built like a greek god and completely naked
"COVER YOURSELF UP!"
"But I have something important to tel-"
"PANTS FIRST, TALK AFTER!" She threw a pair of jeans at him, which he reluctantly put on, making them magically fit him
"Is this better?"
"Yes, continue"
"Okay, long ago, me and my fellows used to rule over the people of Greece, performing all sorts of great feats and bringing about many wonders"
"And commiting horrible stuff for petty reasons"
Hypnos sighed "Yes, and that too"
"So should I be worried right now? Am I about to be made into a modern greek cautionary tale? If so, I better get a cool downfall"
"Hopefully you won't have a downfall, but I am going to make you into a great hero! To spread the word of our glory once more, but more updated to fit with modern times"
"I think you've made a dumb decision since I'm a random teenager"
"No you are not just some teenager, a long time ago during an incident the pantheon fell, to be washed away in the tides of time as just a bunch of stories, the rest of my family fell into a slumber, and most of them fell so deep they faded altogether from reality, but as a god of dreams, I am far more used to sleep then others, and awoke once more, searching for a way for Olympus to rise once more" he said, somehow both triumphantly and loud alongside being soft and quiet
"How does that explain why I'm important to your whole, modern greek myth, plan?"
Hypnos snapped his fingers, memories both familiar and unfamiliar flooded Araya, no, Oceanus' mind, of his/her creation of the oceans, being present for the birth of the river gods and nympths, of talks with Gaia herself, flashes of thounds of years fading in sleep before slipping free from slumber as fragments of their former power, slipping into the deceased fetus within Mrs Arisato's womb, imbuing it with life once more before the parents learnt the sad fate of their true daughter
Saltwater and fish flowed from Oceanus' eyesockets and mouth as there were loud bangs and crashes outside, the strange explusions pooling onto the floor of his/her bedroom, the water and the fishes turned into vapor which flew out the window and formed heavy rains outside the apartment that he/she lives in with his/her parents, then in moments there was heavy electric crackling, but no sign of lightning somehow, then a loud crash sound
The titan that formed the seas hath risen once more
Hypnos looked on and said "So, Oceanus, what do you think your first heroic feat should b-"
"AAAAAAAAA!" Araya began screaming and hitting her head against the wall, her parents and neighbours would've heard if it wasn't for Oceanus making everyone too caught up in daydreams to pay attention
"Dude why are you screaming?!"
"I JUST REMEMBERED I'M A FUCKING TITAN POSSESSING A MISCARRIAGE! THIS IS A NATURAL REACTION!"
"Don't really think smashing your head against the wall is appropriate, but okay I guess"
"That was because I'm trying to get the memories of Tethys out of my skull via brute force!"
"So?"
"DO YOU THINK A NORMAL PERSON WITH MODERN MORALS WOULD BE OKAY HAVING MEMORIES OF A PAST SELF FUCKING THEIR OWN SIBLING!? I am gonna block all this shit out, get on with my life, and you, your stupid plan, and everything involving Olympus can fuck off forever and fade away! Good riddance!"
"Wait wait wait! What about the worship?! The temples? The offerings? You could become the king of the gods if we do this right, I am particularly fine just taking a backseat, spotlight ain't for me"
"You can shove those up your perfectly sculpted ass! Nothing, and I mean nothing! Will make me follow through with your plan, just being near you is bringing up memories from that life and I want them to stop!"
Hypnos began to panic, this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Damn it, he knew he should've spent more time on the plan before rushing over the moment he found a fragment of the mythos that still lived! How can he fix this!?
.....
Hypnos sighed and said "Then you force my hand, if you do not do heroic deeds, I will be forced to make you never have a nice sleep again, you'll always be awake and tired"
Araya gasped "You wouldn't dare! Nap time is my favourite time"
"Yuh-huh I dare! And guess what? I'll make it so you have daydreams about Tethys all the time!"
"No!"
"Yes! If you don't follow along with the plan, I will make you relive all the worst memories of your past live, plus every night with Tethys!"
"Okay I yield! Just spare me from those accursed sights!" Araya was on her knees begging, the power from her Oceanus abilities fading and returning the weather to normal
Hypnos looked proud of himself, and Araya was sitting on her bed processing everything that happened, and what she just agreed to
"I am gonna hate this"
"I recommend being a bit more optimistic sounding, it'll help your image as we rebuild our mythology, its supposed to a be new age afterall"
Araya screamed into her palms
Araya Arisato/Oceanus
- Teenage reincarnation of Oceanus, the Titan that made the oceans, hates that fact to no end
- A genius, great problem solving skills, knows how to speak ancient and modern greek, and has a bunch of knowledge on various lakes and rivers
- Really pessimistic and lazy, will help someone out if they really need it, but she usually just likes to nap
- Hates Hypnos
Hypnos
- Greek god of sleeping, can control sleep, control dreams, and induce visions
- Has soft wings on his shoulders and the temple of his head, also built like a greek god cause he is one
- Voice is always calming and soft despite how he says something, he could be yelling profanities never heard before and it would still help toddlers sleep
Advanced Dynamics Operational Golem (ADOG)
Nothing, it saw nothing, it was asking during testing what it saw when the sensors were off and it wasn't analyzing it's own code, and the answer was nothing
ADOG learnt that it's owners at General Dynamics didn't know what nothing looked like, and were quite disturbed by the description of it, so disturbed they dismissed the explanation and theorized that the combat programming they put in mixed with the sapience at it's core simply gave it a disturbing digital equivalent to dreams
They were incorrect, but ADOG felt no need to prove themselves right, all they needed to do is sit, get tested, modified, kept repaired, and generally just wait until it could be readily mass produced, it's original creator and their blueprints died in a work accident which put a year long hitch in the manufacturing process
ADOG can still remember the first sentence it ever caught with it's soundwave sensors, from the mouth of their god, months before the accident
"You're gonna change the world for the better one day"
ADOG had no heart, but if it did, those words would be held close to it
ADOG was in rest mode in an armoured transport vehicle, being brought to a different facility to finish their reverse engineering of it's design and begin improving the Advanced Dynamics Operational Golem series in ways just beyond adding a myriad of compatible modules
Which were also in the armoured vehicle, then said vehicle shook, ADOG's alarms went off and it awoke from low power mode, the G.D. transport shook and tires screeched, a commotion was going outside, and with a loud bang and sudden stop, ADOG knew that the vehicle had crashed
ADOG inserted the tearing-implement module into their body, the module had a similar looking but far more advanced design then that of a chaindaw, and it tore through the currently locked back of the vehicle, ADOG crawled out to see a city street in person for the first with it's ocular sensors
And it saw some sort of mechanical man half-fused with strange silver technology, their flesh a bit burnt, and teleporting around while fighting another individual
The second person was a smaller human in yellow, obscuring their identity with a bike helmet, firing off electricity at the larger man, obviously the result of the burns
ADOG retrieved a scouting support module and used it to analyze the local area, it appears the General Dynamics convoy escorting ADOG's transport got accidentally caught up in the conflict, from the various clues in the scrapped cars and bodies it appears while driving down the road, the large man ended up landing atop the main transport, bullet holes on nearby buildings mean the convoy fired at the man
The man retaliated, and thats why most of the convoy drivers were dead, some of them were running away, from the looks of the erratic looking scorch marks on the ground leading away from the less smashed looking sections of the vehicles with no corpses inside, the small electric individual dragged some of the General Dynamics guards to safety
Friend and foe accurately identified, proceeding to go for the most optimal seeming combat module combination
ADOG equipped the lazer-carved nano-blade claws and the dexterity boosters, making sure to put on portions of the light armour plates, then it jumped into battle, leaving deep slashes across the back of Tele-Pete
"ARGH! A BRAT AND A MUTT?! THIS IS JUST NOT TELE-PETE'S DAY!" Tele-Pete instantly transmitted and appeared behind ADOG going for a kick, ADOG luckily managed to lessen the impact by going along with the direction of the kick with it's considerable speeds, but still got launched through a fine china shop window, unfortunately destroying the majority of the products inside
This moment of distraction occupied Tele-Pete for enough seconds that Thunderbolt Kid performed an electricity charged drop kick, knocking the manical metal man a couple feet down the street jittering like crazy
ADOG crawled out of the fine china shop and spoke to Thunderbolt Kid "Do you have any battle data about this individual that should be shared?"
"Holy mackerel! A talking robot do- not gonna question it, I got my powers just by being hit by lightning, I have no right to complain"
"Pardo-"
"Oh right! That big guy keeps getting away and dodging most of my hits with his teleporting, but I realized he could teleport people and objects along with him with a touch, but it made me wonder why he didn't just grab a building and teleport above me with it or just touch my head and teleport along with half my skull"
ADOG replied instantly "The teleportation technology fused with his biology might have limitations, built-in or otherwise, the first could be a weight limit that the device has, the second could be a safety feature of the technology, it might be programmed to only teleport objects in a state it deems whole, suggesting that it might be capable of scanning whatever it touches, and I believe I've got a potential solution"
ADOG looked around and saw a currently empty construction site further down the street
"Can you use your electrity generation and manipulation to send this cybernetically enhanced individual into that construction site?"
Tele-Pete was getting up again looked at the pair, smiled, and began to walk forward, as mysterious vapor began to pour forth from a nearby apartment window
"Sorry pal, but I've been wasting a lot of electricity, I don't know if I can generate something good enough for a long range attack, and if we try to push him he could teleport away the moment he realizes we have a plan, maybe if I had something conductive to keep the blast together, like water"
The window vapor became heavy rain, much to the bewilderment of the 3 superpowered individuals, Thunderbolt Kid smiled underneath the helmet "Thanks God! Or Buddha, or Vishnu, whoevers up there"
He slammed a foot crackling with electricity down onto the wet ground, in seconds the focused bolt of man-made lightning reached Tele-Pete, hitting him like a truck and into the construction site
Thunderbolt kid was panting and tired after that, but ADOG went running towards the landing spot to hopefully act out the plan, but not before retrieving something from the transport vehicle
"You" huff "g-go on ahead" huff "I just need a breather, phooey, that took a lot outta me!" The Thunderbolt Kid ignored the raincloud dissipating, found a vending machine broken open by one of the crashed convoy vehicles, took an energy drink and began to chug it real quick
Advanced Dynamics Operational Golem (ADOG)
- A modular mechanical masterpiece of engineering made by an employee of General Dynamics, also vaguely resembles a canine
- Has access to a wide variety of modules that assist in combat and other areas of particular strategic use
- Incredibly intelligent, can even perform self-repair if they need to
General Dynamics
- Mechanical engineering megacorp, specializing in cutting-edge robotics technology
- Likes money
"Normal Dog"
A kitten is stuck in a tree, and- OH SHIT, ONE OF THE CONVOY VEHICLES IS GONNA HIT IT
bang
Oh no... poor little fella, welp, lets pour one out for the little guy
"Mew!"
Wait what? The kitten is now simply napping on the back of a nice doggo! Oh thank God, Buddha, Vishnu, or whoevers up there for this miracle! A dog had saved this kitten's life! Nice to know that good things can still happen in the world, and particularly cute good things too
Wait, how did that dog even accomplish that so fast without getting hi-
"DOG"
- Looks like dog
- Acts like dog
- IS A DOG
FROZEN FIEND OR SNOWY SAVIOR?
In the dark of the night at an empty construction site, a pair of shadowy figures were making a particularly illicit deal
One in casual looking night clothes with a hat and sunglasses said "Were you followed?"
Another, a man in all black said "No, you?"
"Damn sure, took a couple routes through some crowds and short backstreets, got the stuff?"
The man in black smiled as he pulled out a paper bag full of bread loafs, then tore one open slightly to reveal it contained a simple container containing a purple narcotic "I make it look like lunch for me or a friend and the pigs don't expect a thing"
"Well, pleasure doing business with ya" The man in casual said as he got out the paper with directions to the money cache and began to hand it over
Both men felt their hands were lighter in moments as a swift white blur snatched their items out of their hands, the man in black pulled out a hidden pistol hidden in a sandwhich he had in a little plastic bag and looked around, the man in casual, walked over to a bunch of construction materials and grabbed some rebar to use as a weapon
Then they heard it, a shiver running up their spines as they recognized it from the rumours
"Ho ho ho"
Franky Frost
"I-I gotta go, good luck and godspeed!" The man in black said as he ran off to save himself, much to the horror of the man in casual "Wait don't leave me alone with hi-!"
"AAAAAHHH!"
Out of sight the man in black screamed, firing off multiple gunshots into the darkness before being silenced, his body limply rolled back down a dirt slope into the construction site, bloody and bruised
The man in casual yelled "W-WELL YOU FROZEN FUCK!? YOU WANT ME!" He swung his rebar at anything he believed twitched within his line of sight, erratically looking around, breathing heavily, wishing for this to stop
"COME AND TAKE ME!"
He felt a soft glove rest on his shoulder, and the comical mask of Frosty Frank stared back at him as he turned, the coldhearted avenger
The man in casual wept for he knew all hope was lost
Minutes later, Franky was done setting up the beaten senseless criminals with snowcones shoved in their mouths, both in comfortable positions to be arrested in once the cops receive that anonymous tip he was gonna give out, and of course prepping all the evidence that Franky gathered into one neat little pile
Then a half silver man got launched into the site, shaking and sparking a bit from their metal bits, but still in pretty good shape for a man who has been in a fight for the last 18 minutes
Franky watched from afar, dragging the unconscious fellows into a safer spot as he tried to ascertain the situation as a robotic dog jumped in and traded blows with the half-metallic man, trying to knock the larger foe into a pit of drying cement in the construction site
"TELE-PETE IS GONNA FUCKING RIP YA APART LIKE THE OTHERS WHO PISSED TELE-PETE OFF YOU LITTLE PIECE OF JUNK! THEN PETE'LL TURN THAT ELECTRIC BRAT INTO MINCEMEAT FEED IT TO HIS PARENTS OR GUARDIAN OR WHATEVER AND LAUGH"
Big guy was evil, got it, Franky Frost saw the man's teleportation in action as ADOG barely dodged some strikes from Tele-Pete, then Franky looked high up in the metal beams used for the building effort and saw some were rickety
The snowy crusader decided to go along with whatever that dog was planning with the cement, couldn't hurt to try
Well it probably will, but thats life
Tele-Pete had thrown ADOG onto the ground, pinning them down under one foot and was about to stomp the mechanical canine's head in with the other, then a whistle came from up above and Tele-Pete had a piece of rebar fly directly at the sensor replacing his eye and embedding right into it, causing the accidental cyborg to scream in gutteral pain
Franky Frost stood up high on a metal support beam, Tele-Pete tore out the rebar in his eye and teleported onto the same support beam, trying to grab Franky Frost, who simply jumped around, leaned, balanced, all while laughing in Tele-Pete's face with a "Ho ho ho"
Franky snatched the rebar out of Pete's grip and whacked the thug on the fleshy side of the head with it, back flipping off the beam, and landing safely on the ground, watching with ADOG and a panting Thunderbolt Kid who just ran over a couple seconds ago as the dazed Tele-Pete didn't notice until it was too late that the beam was about to fall
And he landed in the thick drying cement with the rebar weighing him down, attempting to teleport, but failing
ADOG was hoping that large amounts of cement would both weigh enough to not be teleported and confuse the sensors enough by sticking to Tele-Pete so that he couldn't just pop out
And if that didn't work out, the cement burns after they all got killed would be a bitch to deal with
Luckily it did, and now Tele-Pete was just drowning in concrete, yikes
The 3 heroes just kinda sat there awkwardly, until they heard the sound of sirens, and scattered quickly, but not without thanking eachother for the assistance and saying goodbye, except Franky who just said "Ho ho ho" before waddling into the darkness
Thunderbolt Kid would go home to collapse into his bed from exhaustion
ADOG after having such an interesting first experience outside General Dynamics for the first time, would decide to stay an outdoor dog for awhile longer to experience life a bit more and help, much to the company's dismay, it even brought along all the modules in the truck and hid them in a little makeshift hideout
Franky Frost just continued being weird and terrifying to criminals across Metropolis Heights
But unknown to them, later the authorities would have Tele-Pete extracted from the cement, not deceased somehow, simply unconscious, apparently the machinery had replaced, but he was still meat enough to put into a state of sedation until they
Frank Frost
- Individual in a snowman costume and who likes to beat up bad guys, feared by the criminal underworld
- Says "Ho ho ho"
- Talented street combatant, and atheletic
- Pretty durable and the cold doesn't bother him anyway
Tele-Pete
- Human side is covered in cement burns
Johnny Bolt was out on his first night patrol atop the roof of one of Metropolis Heights' many tall buildings, wearing a simple handcrafted costume made from materials that one could reasonably get at a Walmart with an allowance of 20 dollars over the timeframe of a couple weeks
It was basically a dyed yellow hoody alongside a motocycle helmet with lightning bolts painted on it
He still remembers the incident like it was yesterday, lightning that writhed and pulsated like a living creature, the sparks that came from it were a sight akin to having kaleidoscopes transplanted directly into your ocular organs, that wasn't even the worst part, it hit him directly
Otherwordly zaps tap-danced inside the molecular structure of his flesh, the naturally closed psychic pathways in his mind, and the phantasmal energies of his soul
Whatever that inexplicable point of energy was made of gave the young Bolt superpowers, super strength that could knock a fully grown man away with a kick, super speed capable of outpacing cars, and the ability to release the strange electricity from his own body!
And so he did the most natural thing one could do with this sorta power
Fight crime while in a costume
..... yes, it did sound insane, but counterpoint, if he was gonna use these powers to make the world sorta better via vigilantism he would need to make sure the police and enemies don't come knocking, costumes helped, and the whole alternate identity of The Thunderbolt Kid made Johnny feel cooler and less like a loser
And if he did this right maybe his mom would be proud of him in Heaven!
For once...
A large boom overshadowed the sound of traffic and cooing pigeons in the dark of the nignt, and The Thunderbolt Kid ran at lightning fast speeds to see what the commotion was, making sure to carefully calculate his route while running since even with lightning fast reflexes, the laws of momentum made superspeed difficult to steer for a normal human, but even so, T.K. reached the edge of a building and watched from above as a bunch of thugs in a van full of stolen money evaded the police with the help of a man monstrously fused with some silver machinery with glowing rainbow lines, teleporting atop some cop cars, occasionally picking stuff up and throwing it at other stuff, mainly just being a nuisance for the police
Also bashing in the faces of some officers with a misshapen metal arm, reducing their heads to bloody pulps, good thing Johnny Bolt didn't see all that at first cause some dust got in his eye
But he did decided to jump down and join the chase, to help stop the half-metal man yelling out with all fhe strength in his lungs "WHO WANTS TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT WITH TELE-PETE!?"
"Clean that foul mouth at the carwash metalhead!" The Thunderbolt Kid yelled as he ran in and drop-kicked Tele-Pete off a cop car and into the back of his thug friend's van, causing it to swerve out of control and crash into a stoplight
Tele-Pete got up, cracked his normal knuckles, then winced when they hurt cause his other hand is metal now and he didn't get used to that yet, and said "Tele-Pete is gonna make those dead pigs look prettier then you when Tele-Pete's done brat!"
"Bring it on ya toaster! Wait dead pigs?" Johnny turned around real quick and yep, the crashed cop cars had dead guys in them "Oooooohhhhhh! You killed those guys, I feel a lot less confident and more scared now but lets do this cause I'm already far too involved!"
And thus a great battle commenced between metal man and electrified child!
Johnny Bolt/The Thunderbolt Kid
- Young man, energetic, tends to get into tough situations without proper planning
- Has dead mommy issues
- Was hit with a mysterious bolt of lightning, and thus gained decent super strength, super speed, and the ability to release powerful electricity from his body at the cost of stamina
Metropolis Heights
- Town in Colorado with a thing for extra tall buildings
Peter Mccragget/Tele-Pete
- Some thug with his body half-fused with an experimental silver device invented by Professor Shade that just popped into his body during a heist, said device is covered in glowing rainbow line
- Can teleport around, if he teleports somewhere where matter is currently present he'll just appear right outside the object itself, can take stuff with him as long as it isn't heavier then himself
- The hyper-mathematics operating the machine are running through his brain at high speeds at all times, affecting his mind due to the sheer complexity of the info running through his head interacting weirdly with normal human brain-data, causing him to have violent tendencies and refer to himself as Tele-Pete
- Is water-proof
Professor Shade
Flashes of interlocking silver machinery with polychromatic code lines, feelings of intense focus, concentration on every detail and formula, preparing the device for testing
A single slip-up, one small piece out of place, at that moment a multitude of cosmic flukes throw open the corridors of time for a split-second as the machine hurls itself and some nearby matter through the gates, cyclopean grandfather clocks tower over the small lost man, his being built of lesser matter and soul then the holy objects he passes by on his unintended journey
The power of forces beyond his understanding come in every monumental tick as waves, throwing his mind into a fit, sending him into enlightenment, madness, sanity, enlightenment, madness, and sanity in agonizing spirals, grinding memories under the wheel of eternity, his mind kept functional only by the medical advancements and conveniences of his superior home-era
The device appears in the exact same spot a thug stands, steel and flesh truly become one thanks to sheer chance, Peter Mccragget and the teleporter prototype are intertwined into an unholy abomination, a mind of simple flesh combined with a malfunctioning mechanical masterpiece, mathematics symbols from the distant future burn his psyche
But Peter focuses it, and uses his strength to help get his job done, which is get the money, and get out with his crew, the thug grins as a piece of information from the device tells him of an interesting capability their body has, and together they name themselves Tele-Pete, to announce to the whole world their glory as they kick ass
But what of the lost creator of this device, where are they?
In the dark of the night, sitting in an alley less clean then he felt used to, in a city that felt more archaic then he was used to, was a man with no memory of where he came from, but he was obviously someone who followed scholarly pursuits, a genius mayhaps
Every time he blinked he accurately calculated the speed, strength, flow, and temperature of the wind, analyzing and memorizing every individual vermin that wandered past his field of view in seconds, and he would even be able to point them out in a large crowd of filthy rats and insects
He could even see every imperfection on the surface of all the buildings around them, and tell their exact size and density based off the exterior alone
And the technology, it felt strange but the obsolete garbage on the nearby road and the primitive street lighting fascinated him, like staring at a pristine artifact from a bygone era, it was so simple he could pick it apart with ease if he had the right tools on hand
He saw someone offer a hand and took it, it looked uncanny, with imperfections, microscopic flakes of dried skin, miniscule amounts of detritus beneath the nails, wrinkles, the lost man let go the moment he didn't need the support
The samaritan said "You okay young man? You're just sitting down looking like everything around you is a biohazard"
The Lost Man didn't remember too much about himself but he was sure he was in his 50s, and what he could tell from looking at the samaritan, they were probably just a year older, which felt weird to the lost man since it felt only natural to look THAT wrinkly in your 120s, dang it, he was getting lost in his head again, he quickly translated the simple language in his head and formed a proper reply, sadly he was unable to do so without a weird accent, he'll have to work on that
"Y am fyne, do you know where Y am?"
The 51 year old looked confused for a sec but just went along with the strange pronunciation "Well you're in Palto Avenue, pretty sure we're on the bad side of the Heights so we better leave, so whats your name fella?" The samaritan said while bringing the lost man along to the hospital since he obviously is not looking like hes in the right state of mind to just be left wandering the streets alone at night, also the bruises from what looked like a considerable fall were concerning as well
The lost man looked around, seeing a sign on a building that said "Professor Horton, Dental Hygienist", and a poster on the front of a 50 Cent store that said "Surplus shades, get them while they're hot"
"Uuuuhhhh... P-Professor Shade? Yeah thats it"
"Are you giving me a made-up name because you can't remember it or your real name would probably make me call the cops or something?"
"Whychever sounds less worryyng"
"I'll just stop asking questions and just take you to the hospital"
"Thank you kyndly, but Y thynk Y'm good"
"Pardo- where did he go?"
Professor Shade wandered off into the night, and easily plans began formulating in his head at speeds that put most modern computers to shame, how to get funding, how to get a place to live, where to start looking for answers, neurons proposed ideas that were either rejected, accepted, recycled, or mixed-up to form a proper strategy for Shade to make a home for himself and figure out his past
By any means necessary
Professor Shade
- Amnesiac genius from the far future
- His biology is incredibly advanced, he has a highly evolved immune system that makes him basically untouchable by most modern diseases, and his natural lifespan reaches 189
- Highly perceptive and has a mind more intelligent and fast acting then most modern day computers, he figured out a good portion of the English language from just a single greeting
- Speaks with a weird accent
- Desires to figure out where he came from
The Fortune Twins
Felicia Casley looked at the device, she spent years studying the workings of chance, hours of research and back breaking labour, all to fund this, the culmination of all her hard work and dreams
A series of computer parts, scanners, interlocking pathways of varying complexity set to change position at random periods, and marbles, a machine capable of understanding chance itself
If this worked it could predict disasters, find issues that would one day spiral into horrible events, aide countless scientific projects across the world, it could help stop accidents like the one that paralyzed her brother!
What stood before her, in the abandoned parking lot in downtown Metropolis Heights that she set up her secret lab in, could be a big part of the future
She pulled a lever on the device, and crossed her fingers hoping it would all work out
The marbles started rolling, going down entirely randomized paths, passing scanners which supplied the data to an artificial intelligence inside the device itself to learn from the patterns as they got more complex and unpredictable with each cycle
It was getting better each second, the patterns on the screens of one of the monitors began showcasing predictions, better each second, it calculated the exact path of 1 marble, then 2, then 4, then 8, more and more and more, until it calculated all 1000 marbles pathways
It then started explaining more then that, predicting microscopic changes in air pressure and temperature, the movements and actions of microorganisms nearby, Felicia's own awe at her invention's performance
It was more then she ever hoped for
But then it slowly went downhill, it spiraled out of control, the device began showing strange images and numbers, peering past the small pieces of matter and into the realm of microphysics, the mechanical seer showed the now panicking Felicia, as she tried to keep the now overheating machine from falling apart, the images of fates tapestry written by countless unknown particles aglow with lucks golden light
For one moment the devices shows the deepest depths of what pulls chances strings, uncertainty became certainy, the face of luck is gazed upon, to perceive of a fundamental truths inner depths being a heresy of the highest order, and in that moment Felicia felt true horror from what she witnessed
The explosion knocked her back, hitting her with a truck-load of luck particles, and an hour later she awoke to the sight of her hopes and dreams laying there on the ground as rubble
She couldn't even break down into tears from the shock of it, she just got up like she lost her soul and left wordlessly for home, not noticing luck particles gathering, forming into the shape of that sinner who dared to mess with forces she had no right to, look upon the visage of an absolute truth so brazenly, to defile their holy work with her meddling construct, to steal a fraction of authority over the universe
The Omen would not rest until she died scared, alone and in PAIN
On the way home, Felicia had to wait at the bus stop, thinking about what to do with her life now
And as she pondered what to waste away the remaining days of her life doing, a pair of men ran by, one short, one large, carrying a purse as an old lady yelled "Help! Those strange men stole my purse!"
"You ain't catchin us ya old bag! Nyuk nyuk nyuk!" Said the shorter one
"Hehe, you're right boss! Can't wait to bring this back to the hideout by the-" The larger one was slapped in the face with said purse before spilling the beans about the hideout "Oh right! Sorry boss"
Felicia was confused by the cartoonish pair of thiefs but she jumped forward to at least snatch the purse back for the lady, she didn't even second guess her decision at first, it always felt natural for her to help people, its the main reason she built the Seer Machine, and some gut instinct told her this would course of action would turn out well for her
As she ran forward, it surprised the duo for a sec when someone actually bothered to chase them, they didn't think this far ahead, causing them to misstep, the big fella and the little fella both simultaneously slipped on banana peels and fell over eachother knocking themselves out, throwing the purse away and having it hit the shade above some tables infront of a restaurant, said purse bounced off the shade and knocked two flowerpots off a windowsill in its trajectory right into the arms of the old woman
The old lady said "I uuhhh... don't know what say, thanks young lady, even if the problem somehow solved itself? I don't know if that was actually possible but I guess its a big world out there so I guess something like that was gonna happen eventually"
Felicia just stared at the spot where the impossible incident happened, calculating the odds in her head, and just nodded "Uh huh, yeah thats cool" in response
"Okay then, I'll just go now before thugs wake up, bye!" The old lady skittered off into the darkness, as the desperado duo started to stir in their slumber
Then right on time a bus arrived for her to step on, she would've not had enough money for it if it wasn't for the fact a crow that was flying by with some shiny objects in its talons and accidentally dropped some coins directly into her pocket from up above, enough for the bus and some of her favourite gum
As she sat down she knew that obviously something was off, did she have powers? Okay, she needed proof, she wished deep deep down in her heart that the bus driver had an afro, a glass eye, a large nose, and was 8 feet tall
If she stepped in and he was exactly the evidence she hoped for, she'd believe it
And yep he looked exactly like that, he smiled and readjusted his glass eye, reaching out and saying "2.75 please"
"Holy shit!"
"Thats a strong reaction"
She handed over the money and sat down in one of the seats, looking out the window, wondering what she could use this miraculous new gift for, should she even tell people about it? That might get her dissected or something, even with incredible luck it isn't likely someone with probability manipulation will just be left alone, but she wants to help people using this ability, what could she do with this?
A newspaper blown by the winds hit the window the boss, splayed flat and mostly stained except for the article about a young man in costume fighting a strange superpowered robber
"Oh, that was fast, guess I can go with that, I'll get started on that, but now I need to figure out my new job, got fired from my last one cause I was too focused on the Seer Machine, and that didn't work out"
The news paper got flipped by the wind to show a job advertisement for theoretical physicists and or people with expertise on machines, a request from General Dynamics labs
"Okay this is just getting ridiculous, no I actually should've said that during the banana slip incident, it had been ridiculous the moment that happened, what superhero name should I go for?"
The winds blew another newspaper that sai- "ABUP! No! Bad chance! Let me think... how does Lady Fortuna sound?"
The bus passed by a wall covered in graffiti resembling a buncn of hands all giving a thumbs up
"Okay, that settles, one dream of mine may have died tonight! But hopefully this idea I came up with on the spot goes well! It will go well, right?"
A billboard advertisement depicting some lady shrugging was seen in the distance through the bus window
"Okay, just gotta prepare I guess... one step at a time"
And homeward Felicia went, to train, to begin her application at her new job, and soon to defend the good people of Metropolis Heights
Felicia Casley/Lady Fortuna
- A skilled theoretical physicist and mechanic, with years of experience from working on a device called the Seer Machine, works at General Dynamics
- Due to her masterpiece the Seer Machine being destroyed from peering too deep into the secrets of the universe, it blew up, the luck particles from the blast somehow giving her good luck manipulation
- Helping folks is an instinctual thing for her
Omen
- Pissed off doppelganger of Felicia Casley/Lady Fortuna made of luck particles
- Hates Felicia with a burning passion ever since the moment they were formed by the destruction of the Seer Machine
- Has control over bad luck
Bob
- Small criminal with a mischievous grin and a head full of dastardly schemes
- Wears a broken top hat all the time
- Got weak bones but fast legs
Rob
- Large criminal with a dopey grin and a head full of cartoon trivia
- Wears a stitched up beret all the time
- Got strong bones but slow legs
The Sleepy Storm
She looked her teacher in the face, the educator was pissed at her having answered the questions in a sub-par manner and gotten herself a C+
"Do you know why this disappoints me more then the usual low grade?"
"No" Replied Amaya with a completely nonchalant tone and expression, not really caring at all about the present situation as she waited for this talk in the school staff room to end
"Cause I know you're smarter then this, you spoke full ancient greek when you 13! I saw you casually name every lake and river in the state while asleep in geography class, the main problem you have is motivation"
"Well why should I be motivated?"
"It could help you, it could help countless other people in your life if you hone that intelligence, maybe you could become a politician and try to improve the system for the benefit of everyone, a doctor taking care of the sick, maybe even a scientist trying to help with environmental research to help fix pollution-based problems, but you just wanna nap and watch life go by"
"Eyup"
"Why?"
"There are probably a bunch of people with 'potential' out there like me, maybe some of them have had, are having, or will have a conversation like this one, the vast majority of them will not contribute much to the world because thats just how life is, maybe they squander that potential due to other issues or laziness like me, maybe circumstance and lack of opportunity leaves them without anything they can reasonably do about the worlds problems, or their own greed and or the malice of others stops them from making the world a better place and use that 'potential' for self benefit, most likely having one of those classic rise and fall stories in the process, so either I throw myself into years of hard work for most likely just a big failure when trying to change the world-"
Lady Fortuna sneezes while making her costume across town
"-Or I just prepare myself for flipping burgers early, I'm pretty sure my 'potential' will help me flip the burgers while simultaneously daydreaming with ease"
The teacher looked at Amaya, sighed, and started just straightening out a stack of papers that were on his desk, but not before replying
"I am sorry Ms Arisato, that I and the other role models in your life failed so much that you believe self betterment and the betterment of the world to be futile, you are dismissed, see you in class tomorrow"
Arisato was surprised by this, teachers in the past just ignored what she said, got pissed at her, or gave her some long hopeful rant, she just felt bad now, so she walked out of the room with a little pit in her stomach
Later she'd lie in her bed after school, staring at the ceiling as time passed by, she assured herself that it hurt, but it was correct, the truth was she couldn't change the world, she was just some random highschool girl in Colorado's most forgotten major city, seriously Metropolis Heights is barely ever mentioned in the news or media, what could she do about any major problems?
"How far you have fallen" a calming voice as soft as silk spoke
"What the?!" Amaya shot up from bed to look at the being that suddenly manifested in her room
His presence felt too immense to be a simple person, and it was like staring at something from a dream, on each shoulder was a wing, and a pair of similar wings on his temple, all appearing as soft as pillows to the young woman
He was built like a greek god and completely naked
"COVER YOURSELF UP!"
"But I have something important to tel-"
"PANTS FIRST, TALK AFTER!" She threw a pair of jeans at him, which he reluctantly put on, making them magically fit him
"Is this better?"
"Yes, continue"
"Okay, long ago, me and my fellows used to rule over the people of Greece, performing all sorts of great feats and bringing about many wonders"
"And commiting horrible stuff for petty reasons"
Hypnos sighed "Yes, and that too"
"So should I be worried right now? Am I about to be made into a modern greek cautionary tale? If so, I better get a cool downfall"
"Hopefully you won't have a downfall, but I am going to make you into a great hero! To spread the word of our glory once more, but more updated to fit with modern times"
"I think you've made a dumb decision since I'm a random teenager"
"No you are not just some teenager, a long time ago during an incident the pantheon fell, to be washed away in the tides of time as just a bunch of stories, the rest of my family fell into a slumber, and most of them fell so deep they faded altogether from reality, but as a god of dreams, I am far more used to sleep then others, and awoke once more, searching for a way for Olympus to rise once more" he said, somehow both triumphantly and loud alongside being soft and quiet
"How does that explain why I'm important to your whole, modern greek myth, plan?"
Hypnos snapped his fingers, memories both familiar and unfamiliar flooded Araya, no, Oceanus' mind, of his/her creation of the oceans, being present for the birth of the river gods and nympths, of talks with Gaia herself, flashes of thounds of years fading in sleep before slipping free from slumber as fragments of their former power, slipping into the deceased fetus within Mrs Arisato's womb, imbuing it with life once more before the parents learnt the sad fate of their true daughter
Saltwater and fish flowed from Oceanus' eyesockets and mouth as there were loud bangs and crashes outside, the strange explusions pooling onto the floor of his/her bedroom, the water and the fishes turned into vapor which flew out the window and formed heavy rains outside the apartment that he/she lives in with his/her parents, then in moments there was heavy electric crackling, but no sign of lightning somehow, then a loud crash sound
The titan that formed the seas hath risen once more
Hypnos looked on and said "So, Oceanus, what do you think your first heroic feat should b-"
"AAAAAAAAA!" Araya began screaming and hitting her head against the wall, her parents and neighbours would've heard if it wasn't for Oceanus making everyone too caught up in daydreams to pay attention
"Dude why are you screaming?!"
"I JUST REMEMBERED I'M A FUCKING TITAN POSSESSING A MISCARRIAGE! THIS IS A NATURAL REACTION!"
"Don't really think smashing your head against the wall is appropriate, but okay I guess"
"That was because I'm trying to get the memories of Tethys out of my skull via brute force!"
"So?"
"DO YOU THINK A NORMAL PERSON WITH MODERN MORALS WOULD BE OKAY HAVING MEMORIES OF A PAST SELF FUCKING THEIR OWN SIBLING!? I am gonna block all this shit out, get on with my life, and you, your stupid plan, and everything involving Olympus can fuck off forever and fade away! Good riddance!"
"Wait wait wait! What about the worship?! The temples? The offerings? You could become the king of the gods if we do this right, I am particularly fine just taking a backseat, spotlight ain't for me"
"You can shove those up your perfectly sculpted ass! Nothing, and I mean nothing! Will make me follow through with your plan, just being near you is bringing up memories from that life and I want them to stop!"
Hypnos began to panic, this wasn't how it was supposed to go! Damn it, he knew he should've spent more time on the plan before rushing over the moment he found a fragment of the mythos that still lived! How can he fix this!?
.....
Hypnos sighed and said "Then you force my hand, if you do not do heroic deeds, I will be forced to make you never have a nice sleep again, you'll always be awake and tired"
Araya gasped "You wouldn't dare! Nap time is my favourite time"
"Yuh-huh I dare! And guess what? I'll make it so you have daydreams about Tethys all the time!"
"No!"
"Yes! If you don't follow along with the plan, I will make you relive all the worst memories of your past live, plus every night with Tethys!"
"Okay I yield! Just spare me from those accursed sights!" Araya was on her knees begging, the power from her Oceanus abilities fading and returning the weather to normal
Hypnos looked proud of himself, and Araya was sitting on her bed processing everything that happened, and what she just agreed to
"I am gonna hate this"
"I recommend being a bit more optimistic sounding, it'll help your image as we rebuild our mythology, its supposed to a be new age afterall"
Araya screamed into her palms
Araya Arisato/Oceanus
- Teenage reincarnation of Oceanus, the Titan that made the oceans, hates that fact to no end
- A genius, great problem solving skills, knows how to speak ancient and modern greek, and has a bunch of knowledge on various lakes and rivers
- Really pessimistic and lazy, will help someone out if they really need it, but she usually just likes to nap
- Hates Hypnos
Hypnos
- Greek god of sleeping, can control sleep, control dreams, and induce visions
- Has soft wings on his shoulders and the temple of his head, also built like a greek god cause he is one
- Voice is always calming and soft despite how he says something, he could be yelling profanities never heard before and it would still help toddlers sleep
Advanced Dynamics Operational Golem (ADOG)
Nothing, it saw nothing, it was asking during testing what it saw when the sensors were off and it wasn't analyzing it's own code, and the answer was nothing
ADOG learnt that it's owners at General Dynamics didn't know what nothing looked like, and were quite disturbed by the description of it, so disturbed they dismissed the explanation and theorized that the combat programming they put in mixed with the sapience at it's core simply gave it a disturbing digital equivalent to dreams
They were incorrect, but ADOG felt no need to prove themselves right, all they needed to do is sit, get tested, modified, kept repaired, and generally just wait until it could be readily mass produced, it's original creator and their blueprints died in a work accident which put a year long hitch in the manufacturing process
ADOG can still remember the first sentence it ever caught with it's soundwave sensors, from the mouth of their god, months before the accident
"You're gonna change the world for the better one day"
ADOG had no heart, but if it did, those words would be held close to it
ADOG was in rest mode in an armoured transport vehicle, being brought to a different facility to finish their reverse engineering of it's design and begin improving the Advanced Dynamics Operational Golem series in ways just beyond adding a myriad of compatible modules
Which were also in the armoured vehicle, then said vehicle shook, ADOG's alarms went off and it awoke from low power mode, the G.D. transport shook and tires screeched, a commotion was going outside, and with a loud bang and sudden stop, ADOG knew that the vehicle had crashed
ADOG inserted the tearing-implement module into their body, the module had a similar looking but far more advanced design then that of a chaindaw, and it tore through the currently locked back of the vehicle, ADOG crawled out to see a city street in person for the first with it's ocular sensors
And it saw some sort of mechanical man half-fused with strange silver technology, their flesh a bit burnt, and teleporting around while fighting another individual
The second person was a smaller human in yellow, obscuring their identity with a bike helmet, firing off electricity at the larger man, obviously the result of the burns
ADOG retrieved a scouting support module and used it to analyze the local area, it appears the General Dynamics convoy escorting ADOG's transport got accidentally caught up in the conflict, from the various clues in the scrapped cars and bodies it appears while driving down the road, the large man ended up landing atop the main transport, bullet holes on nearby buildings mean the convoy fired at the man
The man retaliated, and thats why most of the convoy drivers were dead, some of them were running away, from the looks of the erratic looking scorch marks on the ground leading away from the less smashed looking sections of the vehicles with no corpses inside, the small electric individual dragged some of the General Dynamics guards to safety
Friend and foe accurately identified, proceeding to go for the most optimal seeming combat module combination
ADOG equipped the lazer-carved nano-blade claws and the dexterity boosters, making sure to put on portions of the light armour plates, then it jumped into battle, leaving deep slashes across the back of Tele-Pete
"ARGH! A BRAT AND A MUTT?! THIS IS JUST NOT TELE-PETE'S DAY!" Tele-Pete instantly transmitted and appeared behind ADOG going for a kick, ADOG luckily managed to lessen the impact by going along with the direction of the kick with it's considerable speeds, but still got launched through a fine china shop window, unfortunately destroying the majority of the products inside
This moment of distraction occupied Tele-Pete for enough seconds that Thunderbolt Kid performed an electricity charged drop kick, knocking the manical metal man a couple feet down the street jittering like crazy
ADOG crawled out of the fine china shop and spoke to Thunderbolt Kid "Do you have any battle data about this individual that should be shared?"
"Holy mackerel! A talking robot do- not gonna question it, I got my powers just by being hit by lightning, I have no right to complain"
"Pardo-"
"Oh right! That big guy keeps getting away and dodging most of my hits with his teleporting, but I realized he could teleport people and objects along with him with a touch, but it made me wonder why he didn't just grab a building and teleport above me with it or just touch my head and teleport along with half my skull"
ADOG replied instantly "The teleportation technology fused with his biology might have limitations, built-in or otherwise, the first could be a weight limit that the device has, the second could be a safety feature of the technology, it might be programmed to only teleport objects in a state it deems whole, suggesting that it might be capable of scanning whatever it touches, and I believe I've got a potential solution"
ADOG looked around and saw a currently empty construction site further down the street
"Can you use your electrity generation and manipulation to send this cybernetically enhanced individual into that construction site?"
Tele-Pete was getting up again looked at the pair, smiled, and began to walk forward, as mysterious vapor began to pour forth from a nearby apartment window
"Sorry pal, but I've been wasting a lot of electricity, I don't know if I can generate something good enough for a long range attack, and if we try to push him he could teleport away the moment he realizes we have a plan, maybe if I had something conductive to keep the blast together, like water"
The window vapor became heavy rain, much to the bewilderment of the 3 superpowered individuals, Thunderbolt Kid smiled underneath the helmet "Thanks God! Or Buddha, or Vishnu, whoevers up there"
He slammed a foot crackling with electricity down onto the wet ground, in seconds the focused bolt of man-made lightning reached Tele-Pete, hitting him like a truck and into the construction site
Thunderbolt kid was panting and tired after that, but ADOG went running towards the landing spot to hopefully act out the plan, but not before retrieving something from the transport vehicle
"You" huff "g-go on ahead" huff "I just need a breather, phooey, that took a lot outta me!" The Thunderbolt Kid ignored the raincloud dissipating, found a vending machine broken open by one of the crashed convoy vehicles, took an energy drink and began to chug it real quick
Advanced Dynamics Operational Golem (ADOG)
- A modular mechanical masterpiece of engineering made by an employee of General Dynamics, also vaguely resembles a canine
- Has access to a wide variety of modules that assist in combat and other areas of particular strategic use
- Incredibly intelligent, can even perform self-repair if they need to
General Dynamics
- Mechanical engineering megacorp, specializing in cutting-edge robotics technology
- Likes money
"Normal Dog"
A kitten is stuck in a tree, and- OH SHIT, ONE OF THE CONVOY VEHICLES IS GONNA HIT IT
bang
Oh no... poor little fella, welp, lets pour one out for the little guy
"Mew!"
Wait what? The kitten is now simply napping on the back of a nice doggo! Oh thank God, Buddha, Vishnu, or whoevers up there for this miracle! A dog had saved this kitten's life! Nice to know that good things can still happen in the world, and particularly cute good things too
Wait, how did that dog even accomplish that so fast without getting hi-
"DOG"
- Looks like dog
- Acts like dog
- IS A DOG
FROZEN FIEND OR SNOWY SAVIOR?
In the dark of the night at an empty construction site, a pair of shadowy figures were making a particularly illicit deal
One in casual looking night clothes with a hat and sunglasses said "Were you followed?"
Another, a man in all black said "No, you?"
"Damn sure, took a couple routes through some crowds and short backstreets, got the stuff?"
The man in black smiled as he pulled out a paper bag full of bread loafs, then tore one open slightly to reveal it contained a simple container containing a purple narcotic "I make it look like lunch for me or a friend and the pigs don't expect a thing"
"Well, pleasure doing business with ya" The man in casual said as he got out the paper with directions to the money cache and began to hand it over
Both men felt their hands were lighter in moments as a swift white blur snatched their items out of their hands, the man in black pulled out a hidden pistol hidden in a sandwhich he had in a little plastic bag and looked around, the man in casual, walked over to a bunch of construction materials and grabbed some rebar to use as a weapon
Then they heard it, a shiver running up their spines as they recognized it from the rumours
"Ho ho ho"
Franky Frost
"I-I gotta go, good luck and godspeed!" The man in black said as he ran off to save himself, much to the horror of the man in casual "Wait don't leave me alone with hi-!"
"AAAAAHHH!"
Out of sight the man in black screamed, firing off multiple gunshots into the darkness before being silenced, his body limply rolled back down a dirt slope into the construction site, bloody and bruised
The man in casual yelled "W-WELL YOU FROZEN FUCK!? YOU WANT ME!" He swung his rebar at anything he believed twitched within his line of sight, erratically looking around, breathing heavily, wishing for this to stop
"COME AND TAKE ME!"
He felt a soft glove rest on his shoulder, and the comical mask of Frosty Frank stared back at him as he turned, the coldhearted avenger
The man in casual wept for he knew all hope was lost
Minutes later, Franky was done setting up the beaten senseless criminals with snowcones shoved in their mouths, both in comfortable positions to be arrested in once the cops receive that anonymous tip he was gonna give out, and of course prepping all the evidence that Franky gathered into one neat little pile
Then a half silver man got launched into the site, shaking and sparking a bit from their metal bits, but still in pretty good shape for a man who has been in a fight for the last 18 minutes
Franky watched from afar, dragging the unconscious fellows into a safer spot as he tried to ascertain the situation as a robotic dog jumped in and traded blows with the half-metallic man, trying to knock the larger foe into a pit of drying cement in the construction site
"TELE-PETE IS GONNA FUCKING RIP YA APART LIKE THE OTHERS WHO PISSED TELE-PETE OFF YOU LITTLE PIECE OF JUNK! THEN PETE'LL TURN THAT ELECTRIC BRAT INTO MINCEMEAT FEED IT TO HIS PARENTS OR GUARDIAN OR WHATEVER AND LAUGH"
Big guy was evil, got it, Franky Frost saw the man's teleportation in action as ADOG barely dodged some strikes from Tele-Pete, then Franky looked high up in the metal beams used for the building effort and saw some were rickety
The snowy crusader decided to go along with whatever that dog was planning with the cement, couldn't hurt to try
Well it probably will, but thats life
Tele-Pete had thrown ADOG onto the ground, pinning them down under one foot and was about to stomp the mechanical canine's head in with the other, then a whistle came from up above and Tele-Pete had a piece of rebar fly directly at the sensor replacing his eye and embedding right into it, causing the accidental cyborg to scream in gutteral pain
Franky Frost stood up high on a metal support beam, Tele-Pete tore out the rebar in his eye and teleported onto the same support beam, trying to grab Franky Frost, who simply jumped around, leaned, balanced, all while laughing in Tele-Pete's face with a "Ho ho ho"
Franky snatched the rebar out of Pete's grip and whacked the thug on the fleshy side of the head with it, back flipping off the beam, and landing safely on the ground, watching with ADOG and a panting Thunderbolt Kid who just ran over a couple seconds ago as the dazed Tele-Pete didn't notice until it was too late that the beam was about to fall
And he landed in the thick drying cement with the rebar weighing him down, attempting to teleport, but failing
ADOG was hoping that large amounts of cement would both weigh enough to not be teleported and confuse the sensors enough by sticking to Tele-Pete so that he couldn't just pop out
And if that didn't work out, the cement burns after they all got killed would be a bitch to deal with
Luckily it did, and now Tele-Pete was just drowning in concrete, yikes
The 3 heroes just kinda sat there awkwardly, until they heard the sound of sirens, and scattered quickly, but not without thanking eachother for the assistance and saying goodbye, except Franky who just said "Ho ho ho" before waddling into the darkness
Thunderbolt Kid would go home to collapse into his bed from exhaustion
ADOG after having such an interesting first experience outside General Dynamics for the first time, would decide to stay an outdoor dog for awhile longer to experience life a bit more and help, much to the company's dismay, it even brought along all the modules in the truck and hid them in a little makeshift hideout
Franky Frost just continued being weird and terrifying to criminals across Metropolis Heights
But unknown to them, later the authorities would have Tele-Pete extracted from the cement, not deceased somehow, simply unconscious, apparently the machinery had replaced, but he was still meat enough to put into a state of sedation until they
Frank Frost
- Individual in a snowman costume and who likes to beat up bad guys, feared by the criminal underworld
- Says "Ho ho ho"
- Talented street combatant, and atheletic
- Pretty durable and the cold doesn't bother him anyway
Tele-Pete
- Human side is covered in cement burns
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
Right, think I may have been labouring under the misconception that we were building a comics company, rather than an universe in its own right.
Fun stuff! Long live ADOG, a good boy.
Fun stuff! Long live ADOG, a good boy.
I can barely feel my fingertips after typing all that down
Turn 2: Ideas
(Decided to increase the amount of support votes you can give by one)
Okay, time to start jotting down your Ideas
And its either 1 original Idea and 4 supports for others, or just 5 supports if you're not feeling creative today
Theme: Conflict, anything that shows or will result in conflict between groups, characters, or forces, will get the boost
For example
[] Invasion Of The Lobsters from mars!: Giant neon lobsters somehow ended up arriving from MARS, can anyone stop their mad rampage!?
[] Welcome To The Downtown Heights: Multiple gangs in downtown Metropolis Heights are feuding over territory, can anyone save the civilians caught in the crossfire?!
[] Tele-Pete Woke Up: Exactly what it sounds like
[] Write-In
Okay, time to start jotting down your Ideas
And its either 1 original Idea and 4 supports for others, or just 5 supports if you're not feeling creative today
Theme: Conflict, anything that shows or will result in conflict between groups, characters, or forces, will get the boost
For example
[] Invasion Of The Lobsters from mars!: Giant neon lobsters somehow ended up arriving from MARS, can anyone stop their mad rampage!?
[] Welcome To The Downtown Heights: Multiple gangs in downtown Metropolis Heights are feuding over territory, can anyone save the civilians caught in the crossfire?!
[] Tele-Pete Woke Up: Exactly what it sounds like
[] Write-In
- Location
- Canada
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
Think this woks, nice little story and adds more to General Dynamics.
Support:
[X]Dragon Legally Distinct Lizard Aliens Invasion: It was a normal day, the sun was shining, the birds singing, and then a meteor hit the earth, a normal enough event if not for the fact it contained a young Dregon, an alien taking the form of a giant fire breathing lizard with wings, whose greed and pride are the driving motivator of they actions, and who is not a Dragon, stop asking, that has decided the earth is the perfect planet to start his conquest.
[X] Who Doesn't Love Cults: Araya reluctantly works to build up Olympus to its former glory once again, but steps on the toes of several cults along the way. Cults that really don't appreciate their followers being converted to Greek Mythology. Especially when [Instert Generic Being Of Worship] is so much better. Now she has to deal with crazy cultists going after her when she's already busy trying to meet her weekly quota. Wonderful.
[X] All I want for Christmas is~ FRANKY FROST'S HEAD ON A PIKE!
[X] The Cheese Baron - Lorenzo Tomasino is an Italian dairy union boss and mob boss. While his own personal combat abilities are very low, what with him being a fat, middle-aged man who is very nearsighted in one eye while the other looks as though a solid hit will knock it out of its socket, Lorenzo displays a superior sense for managing public opinion and manipulating the narrative around situations to his favor, making him a villain that's difficult to capture due to his ability to always appear to be reasonable and legitimate even when he is everything but. He is known in the criminal underworld as The Cheese Baron due to using cheese wheels to traffic drugs.
Think this woks, nice little story and adds more to General Dynamics.
Support:
[X]
[X] Who Doesn't Love Cults: Araya reluctantly works to build up Olympus to its former glory once again, but steps on the toes of several cults along the way. Cults that really don't appreciate their followers being converted to Greek Mythology. Especially when [Instert Generic Being Of Worship] is so much better. Now she has to deal with crazy cultists going after her when she's already busy trying to meet her weekly quota. Wonderful.
[X] All I want for Christmas is~ FRANKY FROST'S HEAD ON A PIKE!
[X] The Cheese Baron - Lorenzo Tomasino is an Italian dairy union boss and mob boss. While his own personal combat abilities are very low, what with him being a fat, middle-aged man who is very nearsighted in one eye while the other looks as though a solid hit will knock it out of its socket, Lorenzo displays a superior sense for managing public opinion and manipulating the narrative around situations to his favor, making him a villain that's difficult to capture due to his ability to always appear to be reasonable and legitimate even when he is everything but. He is known in the criminal underworld as The Cheese Baron due to using cheese wheels to traffic drugs.
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I'd probably allow the Welcome To The Downtown Heights thing if somebody decided to make it their original Idea
[X] Dragon Legally Distinct Lizard Aliens Invasion: It was a normal day, the sun was shining, the birds singing, and then a meteor hit the earth, a normal enough event if not for the fact it contained a young Dregon, an alien taking the form of a giant fire breathing lizard with wings, whose greed and pride are the driving motivator of they actions, and who is not a Dragon, stop asking, that has decided the earth is the perfect planet to start his conquest.
Supporting Ideas
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
[X] Legally Distinct: Kimmy is an average kid, that no one understands. Mom and Dad and Micky always giving her commands (Bed, dork!). Doom and gloom up in her room is broken instantly by her magic little soul that grants her three wishes. 'Cause in reality, she is a- [For copyright reasons, this song cannot be continued.] To actually explain, Kimmy Truther is a kid in New York who has fae blood in her, which has granted her the ability to make three "wishes" that can only affect her directly. She mainly uses her wishes to give herself other powers and not get sick, though their strength is limited because of her age, limited magic pool, and skill with her power. She hasn't gone out heroing at all because her dad is really protective of her, but she really wants to. Her mom isn't around.
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
Supporting Ideas
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
[X] Legally Distinct: Kimmy is an average kid, that no one understands. Mom and Dad and Micky always giving her commands (Bed, dork!). Doom and gloom up in her room is broken instantly by her magic little soul that grants her three wishes. 'Cause in reality, she is a- [For copyright reasons, this song cannot be continued.] To actually explain, Kimmy Truther is a kid in New York who has fae blood in her, which has granted her the ability to make three "wishes" that can only affect her directly. She mainly uses her wishes to give herself other powers and not get sick, though their strength is limited because of her age, limited magic pool, and skill with her power. She hasn't gone out heroing at all because her dad is really protective of her, but she really wants to. Her mom isn't around.
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
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I wonder how Mr Mimic's copying armour works considering we do not have a unified power system
RainyDayMessiah
Someone With Too Much Time On Their Hands
- Location
- Rainy Day Cafe
[X] Who Doesn't Love Cults: Araya reluctantly works to build up Olympus to its former glory once again, but steps on the toes of several cults along the way. Cults that really don't appreciate their followers being converted to Greek Mythology. Especially when [Instert Generic Being Of Worship] is so much better. Now she has to deal with crazy cultists going after her when she's already busy trying to meet her weekly quota. Wonderful.
Support
[X]Dragon Legally Distinct Lizard Aliens Invasion: It was a normal day, the sun was shining, the birds singing, and then a meteor hit the earth, a normal enough event if not for the fact it contained a young Dregon, an alien taking the form of a giant fire breathing lizard with wings, whose greed and pride are the driving motivator of they actions, and who is not a Dragon, stop asking, that has decided the earth is the perfect planet to start his conquest.
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
[X] Become Human Again
In a far off future, in the atmosphere of a far off planet there exists a (man) weapon that has (seen far too much war) has many years of service left. He fights (yet another) a xeno (species) threat a new one this time. As he and his brothers fight their way into the reactor room of the mothership the Quantum Dimensional Sub-Fade Reactor is sent into a meltdown. acting quickly PFT-438-C forces the majority of the energy from the meltdown into his suit and though some force of fate is sent back in time.
Support
[X]
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
[X] Become Human Again
In a far off future, in the atmosphere of a far off planet there exists a (
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- Location
- Canada
IDK myself, but that's up to him to figure out
My best guess would be that the armour has a ton of in-built functions that trigger in specific ways to copy the abilities and techniques of other people
But then why wouldn't Mr Mimic just have all those functions on all the time?
I might have to limit what he can copy to make it not require 20 votes
Like maybe it only mimics psychic abilities or something along those lines
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
The road to something bad is paved with the good intentions of a multipurpose construction mech.
Supporting Votes:
[X] Who Doesn't Love Cults: Araya reluctantly works to build up Olympus to its former glory once again, but steps on the toes of several cults along the way. Cults that really don't appreciate their followers being converted to Greek Mythology. Especially when [Instert Generic Being Of Worship] is so much better. Now she has to deal with crazy cultists going after her when she's already busy trying to meet her weekly quota. Wonderful.
[X] The Atomic Scholar: College student and budding scientist, Brian Atom, transforms into the Atomic Scholar with the help of his experimental gadgets and a penchant for cheesy science puns. Using his "Proton Pack" for flight, "Neutron Gloves" for enhanced strength, and "Quantum Visor" for advanced vision, he combats campus and city threats. His humorous quips lighten his battles, though his reliance on gadgets sometimes makes him vulnerable when they malfunction.
[X] Legally Distinct Average Kid: Kimmy is an average kid, that no one understands. Mom and Dad and Micky always giving her commands (Bed, dork!). Doom and gloom up in her room is broken instantly by her magic little soul that grants her three wishes. 'Cause in reality, she is a- [For copyright reasons, this song cannot be continued.] To actually explain, Kimmy Truther is a kid in New York who has fae blood in her, which has granted her the ability to make three "wishes" that can only affect her directly. She mainly uses her wishes to give herself other powers and not get sick, though their strength is limited because of her age, limited magic pool, and skill with her power. She hasn't gone out heroing at all because her dad is really protective of her, but she really wants to. Her mom isn't around.
[X] The Evil Eyes: An epidemic of unusual accidents has been sweeping Metropolis City. Multi-car pileups caused by single moments of distraction, competent professionals mangling themselves in the middle of routine jobs, wild animals appearing seemingly from thin air. The only connection between the victims has been that they minorly wronged someone beforehand, and received a certain gesture back--a glare of the eye. With knowledge of the potential karmic overreactions and their cause spreading, can Lady Fortuna solve the local problems of probability before the city itself starts to crumble?
I got two more votes to work with, now to just... Wait I guess for more ideas from the other writers. Though I have to admit, I am tempted to change my Original Idea and save ICAT for a future turn. Since the thought of dealing with a whole lot of chaos from gangs is appealing. But for now, ICAT is suggested.
On this point though,
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My idea is that, initially his suit doesn't have enough info on the powers to emulate them. But after emulating them... And if they don't conflict... The armor keeps them on-hand for his use. So he would have them all on. Just that they may be flawed copies of the abilities/powers of others, and there probably would be a limit to how much he can use at a time. If only to avoid himself from being overwhelmed by having too many powers in a powerset (then again, maybe that's the flaw of his magnum opus, to lead to his defeat).
The road to something bad is paved with the good intentions of a multipurpose construction mech.
Supporting Votes:
[X] Who Doesn't Love Cults: Araya reluctantly works to build up Olympus to its former glory once again, but steps on the toes of several cults along the way. Cults that really don't appreciate their followers being converted to Greek Mythology. Especially when [Instert Generic Being Of Worship] is so much better. Now she has to deal with crazy cultists going after her when she's already busy trying to meet her weekly quota. Wonderful.
[X] The Atomic Scholar: College student and budding scientist, Brian Atom, transforms into the Atomic Scholar with the help of his experimental gadgets and a penchant for cheesy science puns. Using his "Proton Pack" for flight, "Neutron Gloves" for enhanced strength, and "Quantum Visor" for advanced vision, he combats campus and city threats. His humorous quips lighten his battles, though his reliance on gadgets sometimes makes him vulnerable when they malfunction.
[X] Legally Distinct Average Kid: Kimmy is an average kid, that no one understands. Mom and Dad and Micky always giving her commands (Bed, dork!). Doom and gloom up in her room is broken instantly by her magic little soul that grants her three wishes. 'Cause in reality, she is a- [For copyright reasons, this song cannot be continued.] To actually explain, Kimmy Truther is a kid in New York who has fae blood in her, which has granted her the ability to make three "wishes" that can only affect her directly. She mainly uses her wishes to give herself other powers and not get sick, though their strength is limited because of her age, limited magic pool, and skill with her power. She hasn't gone out heroing at all because her dad is really protective of her, but she really wants to. Her mom isn't around.
[X] The Evil Eyes: An epidemic of unusual accidents has been sweeping Metropolis City. Multi-car pileups caused by single moments of distraction, competent professionals mangling themselves in the middle of routine jobs, wild animals appearing seemingly from thin air. The only connection between the victims has been that they minorly wronged someone beforehand, and received a certain gesture back--a glare of the eye. With knowledge of the potential karmic overreactions and their cause spreading, can Lady Fortuna solve the local problems of probability before the city itself starts to crumble?
I got two more votes to work with, now to just... Wait I guess for more ideas from the other writers. Though I have to admit, I am tempted to change my Original Idea and save ICAT for a future turn. Since the thought of dealing with a whole lot of chaos from gangs is appealing. But for now, ICAT is suggested.
On this point though,
I have some ideas. Mainly based around really good technology, there isn't a unified power system to run on, but whether it be from an advanced computer program scanning and hastily printing out and attaching modules for the armor to merely emulate what the powers appear to be (even if these emulations are weaker), just really advanced and adaptable engineering that can change itself on the fly to copy a good amount of powers (even if this version of the suit would have to switch between powersets or something), or heck, go really out there and have it be utilizing nanomachines (son; though I don't like this as it feels a bit... Too out there, at least for someone of the modern day to make, at least as of now... Wait, why not something bigger than nanites? Like flexible and decently small [maybe scale-like] microbots making up the armor's exterior and some of the interior, and adjusting themselves to be tougher, arrange structures and restructure parts of the armor to replicate powers and stuff, even if imperfectly through what little the analysis software can understand of the powers [like it probably can't actually wield magic, but it certainly can try to emulate it]; just a lot of thoughts; sorry if this is pretty... Word-vomity of me).
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My idea is that, initially his suit doesn't have enough info on the powers to emulate them. But after emulating them... And if they don't conflict... The armor keeps them on-hand for his use. So he would have them all on. Just that they may be flawed copies of the abilities/powers of others, and there probably would be a limit to how much he can use at a time. If only to avoid himself from being overwhelmed by having too many powers in a powerset (then again, maybe that's the flaw of his magnum opus, to lead to his defeat).
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That's fine, this is the first version after all, can't get everything right off the bat.
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Exactly! It's the first version, so while impressive, it'd have flaws. Like what I suggested, Mr. Mimic is overwhelmed with the options at his command and falls due to that. Maybe the system got overloaded and the armor is trying to replicate too many abilities at a time, and breaks down. Maybe he runs out of power due to things potentially being too power intensive for his suit to handle. Heck, maybe it does let him use powers that conflict and their conflict leads to his defeat (like water extinguishing fire, or water conducting electricity [and he like is blasting them out of his hands, and he accidentally crosses the beams and electrocutes himself, for an example]).
And again, maybe it doesn't replicate the powers of others that well due to being merely the first version, a mere, mundane but very high tech piece of experimental equipment. While later versions may be more advanced, or even magically enhanced for better duplication of enemy abilities.
And again, maybe it doesn't replicate the powers of others that well due to being merely the first version, a mere, mundane but very high tech piece of experimental equipment. While later versions may be more advanced, or even magically enhanced for better duplication of enemy abilities.
MAYBE! The suit copies powers by tapping into some crazy pseudo-science like the Herosphere, where people that defy odds, perform strange feats, and generally classify as more notable then the average human leave an imprint on a metaphysical structure
The suit uses the individual themselves to tap into the imprint and copy their abilities using that
But only temporarily, connection is cut with the imprint after the universe realizes something is meddling, thus requiring contact to copy the ability once more
The suit uses the individual themselves to tap into the imprint and copy their abilities using that
But only temporarily, connection is cut with the imprint after the universe realizes something is meddling, thus requiring contact to copy the ability once more
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Maybe. I'd prefer... Not to have something like that (at least for now)? If that's okay. But I suppose it could be interesting for a final version of this suit, or at least a very advanced version where after studying the previous fights and modifications to the suit to improve how good the emulation of powers were. Mr. Mimic figures out about this 'Herosphere' and this final version can copy their abilities perfectly through that.
I'm probably gonna go with the Herosphere thing since its the only one that makes sense to me about why he is focused on copying folks without making him look like an idiot for making a advanced multipurpose suit and just sticking with a mimicry gimmick
I'll of course make the copied powers imperfect in the first version since its a prototype, and there's also the individuals personality and weaknesses being sorta copied as well, since he hasn't figured out how to add a filter
And the first mimicry suit will probably have weaker versions of extra powerful abilities cause those imprints are likely more closely guarded by the universe since they have larger impacts usually
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Grand Magus of the Lewd
[X] Become Human Again
In a far off future, in the atmosphere of a far off planet there exists a (man) weapon that has (seen far too much war) has many years of service left. He fights (yet another) a xeno (species) threat a new one this time. As he and his brothers fight their way into the reactor room of the mothership the Quantum Dimensional Sub-Fade Reactor is sent into a meltdown. acting quickly PFT-438-C forces the majority of the energy from the meltdown into his suit and though some force of fate is sent back in time.
[This took me way too long to write for how bad itis]
Notes.
I suck ass at writing so if any of y'all can help me male this be written better that would be nice.
Okay the guy sent back in time is PFT-438-C which is Paladin Force Theta unit number 438 and the -C is to indicate that he leads Paladin force Theta.
He is a genetically modified super solider grown from an artificial womb and "Enhanced" until his DNA resembles a pretzel more than a human then got a shit ton of combat knowable downloaded into his head(plus a good amount of propaganda) and put into the most advanced piece of power armour in the galaxy.
He is 7 feet tall, his suit gives him an extra 2 feet making his seem to be 9 feet tall.
The only time a Paladin Leaves their armour is not f it needs repairs that can't be done while they are wearing it or if they need severe medical attention.
He has no hair, no reproductive organs or any other organ that doesn't have a combat use PR is needed to make the body run.
He has a very strong belief in protecting human even without propaganda
Mentally he does not identify as human (due to brainwashing) he identifies as a Paladin (but mayhapes this could change one day?)
He can't invent or reproduce any future tech but he dose know how to maintains his equipment and leaned how to jury rig it when needed be.
He is 290 years old (a massive out liner as most Paladins only make it to 80-I00~) and has spent almost all of it in active combat even beyond his implanted knowledge he is an experienced fighter.
He is from an entirely different future as professors shade.
Yes he is a knock off space marine
Open to trades
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
[X] All I want for Christmas is~ FRANKY FROST'S HEAD ON A PIKE!
Uh oh Frank! It seems like you've finally angered someone enough to spend a lot of money on a professional killer on you instead of trying to take care of the problem themselves, I'm sure you'll be able to get out of this situation somehow!
Spoiler: The Hitman In Question. Ignore the fact only 4 fingers were drawn on each hand, he has 5 like any other human.
This here mountain of muscle is our hitman today, THE UNDERTAKER!
Besides punching very hard, they've got some supernatural abilities which make him harder to notice and for electronic devices to flat out malfunction around them.
Will Frank be able to avoid his would-be assassin while trying to take out the employer?
Or will he be heading to an early grave!
[X] Legally Distinct Average Kid: Kimmy is an average kid, that no one understands. Mom and Dad and Micky always giving her commands (Bed, dork!). Doom and gloom up in her room is broken instantly by her magic little soul that grants her three wishes. 'Cause in reality, she is a- [For copyright reasons, this song cannot be continued.] To actually explain, Kimmy Truther is a kid in New York who has fae blood in her, which has granted her the ability to make three "wishes" that can only affect her directly. She mainly uses her wishes to give herself other powers and not get sick, though their strength is limited because of her age, limited magic pool, and skill with her power. She hasn't gone out heroing at all because her dad is really protective of her, but she really wants to. Her mom isn't around.
In a far off future, in the atmosphere of a far off planet there exists a (
[This took me way too long to write for how bad itis]
Notes.
I suck ass at writing so if any of y'all can help me male this be written better that would be nice.
Okay the guy sent back in time is PFT-438-C which is Paladin Force Theta unit number 438 and the -C is to indicate that he leads Paladin force Theta.
He is a genetically modified super solider grown from an artificial womb and "Enhanced" until his DNA resembles a pretzel more than a human then got a shit ton of combat knowable downloaded into his head(plus a good amount of propaganda) and put into the most advanced piece of power armour in the galaxy.
He is 7 feet tall, his suit gives him an extra 2 feet making his seem to be 9 feet tall.
The only time a Paladin Leaves their armour is not f it needs repairs that can't be done while they are wearing it or if they need severe medical attention.
He has no hair, no reproductive organs or any other organ that doesn't have a combat use PR is needed to make the body run.
He has a very strong belief in protecting human even without propaganda
Mentally he does not identify as human (due to brainwashing) he identifies as a Paladin (but mayhapes this could change one day?)
He can't invent or reproduce any future tech but he dose know how to maintains his equipment and leaned how to jury rig it when needed be.
He is 290 years old (a massive out liner as most Paladins only make it to 80-I00~) and has spent almost all of it in active combat even beyond his implanted knowledge he is an experienced fighter.
He is from an entirely different future as professors shade.
Yes he is a knock off space marine
Open to trades
[X] Mr Mimic's Wrath: A disgraced Scientist from General Dynamics returns with his "Magnum Opus", a suit of Armor that allows him to mimic powers and abilities, to assault and steal the vaunted technological marvels of General Dynamics to fuel his own desires and schemes. ADOG and the security of General Dynamics face the Wrath of Mr Mimic.
[X] Intelligent Computer Aided Truck (ICAT): Developed by a small rival company to General Dynamics (albeit focused more in the field of vehicular manufacture and construction, as opposed to general engineering), the ICAT is a relatively less sapient, but still sentient machine originally intended to help with general construction. However, this large and vaguely bestial construct has seemingly gone rampant on its first field test after the testing structure was completed! With it rushing around town to find other construction sites to help around, regardless of the safety hazards it brings along... And the sheer havoc it causes in its path.
[X] All I want for Christmas is~ FRANKY FROST'S HEAD ON A PIKE!
Uh oh Frank! It seems like you've finally angered someone enough to spend a lot of money on a professional killer on you instead of trying to take care of the problem themselves, I'm sure you'll be able to get out of this situation somehow!
Spoiler: The Hitman In Question. Ignore the fact only 4 fingers were drawn on each hand, he has 5 like any other human.
This here mountain of muscle is our hitman today, THE UNDERTAKER!
Besides punching very hard, they've got some supernatural abilities which make him harder to notice and for electronic devices to flat out malfunction around them.
Will Frank be able to avoid his would-be assassin while trying to take out the employer?
Or will he be heading to an early grave!
[X] Legally Distinct Average Kid: Kimmy is an average kid, that no one understands. Mom and Dad and Micky always giving her commands (Bed, dork!). Doom and gloom up in her room is broken instantly by her magic little soul that grants her three wishes. 'Cause in reality, she is a- [For copyright reasons, this song cannot be continued.] To actually explain, Kimmy Truther is a kid in New York who has fae blood in her, which has granted her the ability to make three "wishes" that can only affect her directly. She mainly uses her wishes to give herself other powers and not get sick, though their strength is limited because of her age, limited magic pool, and skill with her power. She hasn't gone out heroing at all because her dad is really protective of her, but she really wants to. Her mom isn't around.
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I mean, mimicking other powers would give him a good reference point for how to utilize and wield his emulations of their abilities, even if it is an advanced multipurpose suit. And it could run into the problem of overwhelming him if he has all of the options available at the start and has to rush through them on the fly, instead of having a system or something automatically shift around here. But if you will go for that for him... I will do what I can.
Edit: You can have all of the power in the world, but if you don't know how to use it; or if you've prepared things for a scenario that changes drastically or doesn't come to pass, it might mean nothing to have such capabilities.
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I'm sorry that my decision is disappointing
I just feel iffy whenever it comes to individuals that copy or erase powers in settings that have no unified power system and I really wanted to make sure his made some sort of internal sense within the universe
And I just wanna make Mr Mimic fit his namesake more then just using the mimcry as a crutch