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A Colorful Oath (Kampfer, Marvel)
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Now as everyone knows I like to write quests. Can't help myself. Every so often I get the itch and here we are. This time around I have more focus and more people willing to shake me until a new chapter falls out. The rules of this are simple. To start with you gain the ability to make a Chosen One into a Kampfer. Why are they a Chosen One? You chose them of course! Now with that silliness out of the way let's get on with the show!
You popped out of the clear blue sky far above the city. What city? No clue. Okay, that wasn't very descriptive, but what can you do? You couldn't make out individual landmarks. Now if you were a normal flesh and blood person this might be time to panic. Except you weren't made of flesh, blood or indeed anything organic. You were a crystalized concept manifested as a plushie. The exact nature of the vessel was above your pay grade (did you even get paid?) but at least it couldn't splat on the ground.
What Entrails Animal are you?
[] Vanquished Dragon - You have a furry blue body with a fluffy green belly and cute googly eyes. That is until they notice your jaw is slack with death and you have a toy lance embedded in your side.
Schwert Type: Buster Sword - A giant single-edged blade of Cloud proportions.
[] Fried Octopus - You look like a normal cute pink octopus at first until they look closer. Your eyes have crosses in the center and your arms are weirdly crinkly. The little scorch marks are a nice(?) touch.
Zauber Type: Water - Make a splash with globes of water or bigger deluges with effort.
[] Roadkill Snake - Ever have that rundown feeling? Congratulations! You get to have it twenty four/seven! Your eyes are bulging out and so is your tongue. The treadmarks along your flattened spine make quite the statement.
Schwert Type: Rondel Daggers - Potent thrusting daggers for piercing through armor and connected by a chain for throwing.
[] Harpooned Turtle - Why a harpoon? Never mind. I'm not in the design department. You're a cute green turtle with a large harpoon piercing your shell. The blackened tongue hanging out of your mouth is a trifle off putting.
Gewehr Type: Colt Elite 10/40 - A 10 mm semi-automatic pistol. Perhaps in time your chosen can summon a second?
Slamming into the pavement thankfully didn't hurt your plushie body. Though it was definitely an unusual sight. People of all races and ethnicities passed by with only a brief glance. No one even looked up just to make sure a plushie didn't land on them. Some punk kid on a skateboard sideswiped you into an alley. The stench was terrible or it would if you had a nose. Nonexistent biology for the win! That's when you heard a harsh voice and frightened whimpers. The words were hard to hear exactly, but there was no mistaking what was going on.
Curiosity urged you on towards the back of the alley. The scene was classic in a big city. Standing at the end of the alley was a woman with her back quite literally against the wall. Her assailant was from generic thug stock with a gun in one hand and her purse in the other. He was looking through it with a snarl.
"You dress like that and got nothin' in your purse? What the fuck?" He growled.
"I'm sorry? I-I was going to an interview a-and…" She stammered in terror. The woman was dressed nicely for the interview, but no one would mistake her for being rich.
"Gimme your jewelry n' shit!" The thug shoved the gun practically in her face.
"A-All I have is this ring from my grandmother!" The woman fretted.
What do you do?
[] Intervene (make her a Kampfer)
[] Intervene (distract the guy)
[] Go for help! DC: 40
[] Write-In
Author's Notes:
Patrons get to play with special rules when I run a Quest.
1. All Patrons, free or paid, have their votes counted twice. Just put your email in the post at the top in brackets.
2. I will be keeping to an update schedule. The day before I post my Patrons can watch me write the chapter.
3. Paid Patrons receive boosters that can be added to a roll or reroll a failure. The number of Boosts is determined by Tier with the first paid Tier counting as one. Boosts refresh monthly.
Updates will be on Monday. Voting ends on Sunday which is also when I write the chapter starting at 10 am Eastern (Murica fuck yeah!). Patrons on my Discord can stop by and watch me write.
Now as everyone knows I like to write quests. Can't help myself. Every so often I get the itch and here we are. This time around I have more focus and more people willing to shake me until a new chapter falls out. The rules of this are simple. To start with you gain the ability to make a Chosen One into a Kampfer. Why are they a Chosen One? You chose them of course! Now with that silliness out of the way let's get on with the show!
You popped out of the clear blue sky far above the city. What city? No clue. Okay, that wasn't very descriptive, but what can you do? You couldn't make out individual landmarks. Now if you were a normal flesh and blood person this might be time to panic. Except you weren't made of flesh, blood or indeed anything organic. You were a crystalized concept manifested as a plushie. The exact nature of the vessel was above your pay grade (did you even get paid?) but at least it couldn't splat on the ground.
What Entrails Animal are you?
[] Vanquished Dragon - You have a furry blue body with a fluffy green belly and cute googly eyes. That is until they notice your jaw is slack with death and you have a toy lance embedded in your side.
Schwert Type: Buster Sword - A giant single-edged blade of Cloud proportions.
[] Fried Octopus - You look like a normal cute pink octopus at first until they look closer. Your eyes have crosses in the center and your arms are weirdly crinkly. The little scorch marks are a nice(?) touch.
Zauber Type: Water - Make a splash with globes of water or bigger deluges with effort.
[] Roadkill Snake - Ever have that rundown feeling? Congratulations! You get to have it twenty four/seven! Your eyes are bulging out and so is your tongue. The treadmarks along your flattened spine make quite the statement.
Schwert Type: Rondel Daggers - Potent thrusting daggers for piercing through armor and connected by a chain for throwing.
[] Harpooned Turtle - Why a harpoon? Never mind. I'm not in the design department. You're a cute green turtle with a large harpoon piercing your shell. The blackened tongue hanging out of your mouth is a trifle off putting.
Gewehr Type: Colt Elite 10/40 - A 10 mm semi-automatic pistol. Perhaps in time your chosen can summon a second?
Slamming into the pavement thankfully didn't hurt your plushie body. Though it was definitely an unusual sight. People of all races and ethnicities passed by with only a brief glance. No one even looked up just to make sure a plushie didn't land on them. Some punk kid on a skateboard sideswiped you into an alley. The stench was terrible or it would if you had a nose. Nonexistent biology for the win! That's when you heard a harsh voice and frightened whimpers. The words were hard to hear exactly, but there was no mistaking what was going on.
Curiosity urged you on towards the back of the alley. The scene was classic in a big city. Standing at the end of the alley was a woman with her back quite literally against the wall. Her assailant was from generic thug stock with a gun in one hand and her purse in the other. He was looking through it with a snarl.
"You dress like that and got nothin' in your purse? What the fuck?" He growled.
"I'm sorry? I-I was going to an interview a-and…" She stammered in terror. The woman was dressed nicely for the interview, but no one would mistake her for being rich.
"Gimme your jewelry n' shit!" The thug shoved the gun practically in her face.
"A-All I have is this ring from my grandmother!" The woman fretted.
What do you do?
[] Intervene (make her a Kampfer)
[] Intervene (distract the guy)
[] Go for help! DC: 40
[] Write-In
Author's Notes:
Patrons get to play with special rules when I run a Quest.
1. All Patrons, free or paid, have their votes counted twice. Just put your email in the post at the top in brackets.
2. I will be keeping to an update schedule. The day before I post my Patrons can watch me write the chapter.
3. Paid Patrons receive boosters that can be added to a roll or reroll a failure. The number of Boosts is determined by Tier with the first paid Tier counting as one. Boosts refresh monthly.
Updates will be on Monday. Voting ends on Sunday which is also when I write the chapter starting at 10 am Eastern (Murica fuck yeah!). Patrons on my Discord can stop by and watch me write.
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[x] Harpooned Turtle
[x] Intervene (distract the guy)
Turtles are gud
[x] Intervene (distract the guy)
Turtles are gud
[X] Harpooned Turtle - Why a harpoon? Never mind. I'm not in the design department. You're a cute green turtle with a large harpoon piercing your shell. The blackened tongue hanging out of your mouth is a trifle off putting.
Gewehr Type: Colt Elite 10/40 - A 10 mm semi-automatic pistol. Perhaps in time your chosen can summon a second?
lets go with good old fashioned American gun
Gewehr Type: Colt Elite 10/40 - A 10 mm semi-automatic pistol. Perhaps in time your chosen can summon a second?
lets go with good old fashioned American gun
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Hey guys, I have a question. Are you waiting to see more posts before voting? If you are, that's fine. If so, do you want me to call the vote early?
Jack of Olives
Rolled a '3' on their Con score
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[x] Fried Octopus
[x] Intervene (distract the guy)
The first because I like casters, and the second because... well, just making her a kampfer seems kinda scummy, and things might escalate while we're looking for help.
[x] Intervene (distract the guy)
The first because I like casters, and the second because... well, just making her a kampfer seems kinda scummy, and things might escalate while we're looking for help.
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So far the tally is...
[x]Vanquished Dragon
[x] Intervene (Distract the guy)
Sunday is still the cutoff! Thank you all for voting!
[x]Vanquished Dragon
[x] Intervene (Distract the guy)
Sunday is still the cutoff! Thank you all for voting!
Winning Vote 1
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The Voting is Over and the winner are...
[x]Vanquished Dragon
[x] Intervene (Distract the guy)
Monday I'm going to write up the next chapter in the Discord Server. If you're a Patron please stop by! If you already belonged to the server beforehand you're welcome to watch! The time is 10 a.m. Eastern and runs until the chapter is done or three hours pass. If that's not enough time I might do the vote tally and writing on Sunday.
[x]Vanquished Dragon
[x] Intervene (Distract the guy)
Monday I'm going to write up the next chapter in the Discord Server. If you're a Patron please stop by! If you already belonged to the server beforehand you're welcome to watch! The time is 10 a.m. Eastern and runs until the chapter is done or three hours pass. If that's not enough time I might do the vote tally and writing on Sunday.
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Stop on by guys! We're writing up the new chapter now! It probably won't be that long, but I'd still love to have you there!
Swearing In 2
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The Winning Vote is…
[x]Vanquished Dragon
[x] Intervene (Distract the guy)
Swearing In 2
This is bad. As a plushie, you weren't exactly the most intimidating thing out there. You couldn't even use the weapon from the Bracelet of Oath. That didn't mean you were going to just run away. There was no other option than to yell and hope for the best.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" You shouted with all your might. Why did you sound like Todd Haberkorn?
"What the fuck was that? Who's there?" The thug swung around with his gun. He seemed more aggravated than scared, which was understandable. His victim started to open her mouth, but she kept staring at the gun in terror.
"Just go away!" You yelled again.
Reaction to your appearance: Roll 37 req roll 20 = Pass!
The thug and his victim stared at you in disbelief. Disbelief quickly gave way to terror. What the heck was that about? That's when you remembered the setting. This was Marvel. Talking stuffed animals weren't normal. The mugger wasn't in the spandex set, so the supernatural would naturally scare him. The woman was also a normal person and clearly stressed out. Suffice it to say, you could understand why the pair quickly ran out of the alley without looking back.
At least you saved someone. That had to count for something, right? The alleyway wasn't a dead end like you first thought. Without anything better to do, you started walking down the side alley. New York at its grimiest. You were just glad none of the muck was sticking to your artificial fur. Tiny legs made getting around difficult. Maybe if your wings worked, it wouldn't be so bad, but they were as fake as your teeth. Soft and unimpressive. Where were you in the Marvel timeline? Which version of Marvel? How could you even tell?
That was when you heard more gunfire. What was with this city? You didn't even have to go out of your way to investigate. A teenage girl burst through the back door of a building up ahead. Her eyes were wide with fright as bullets could be heard chewing up the interior. This was bad with a capital BAD. Whoever was shooting up the place didn't seem to care about collateral. The girl running in your direction didn't seem to notice you. She might have run right past, but fate had other plans. It was a little slip. Her foot came down on a piece of debris and twisted. With a cry of terror, she fell to the ground practically at your feet.
"Momma…Daddy…I have to get help! C'mon! Get up!" She was still trying to stand, but her ankle wasn't cooperating.
"Fuck! Where did she go?" A bass voice snarled with a Brooklyn accent.
"No no no no…!" The girl frantically pleaded as she dragged herself forward.
The man who stepped out looked like a refrigerator in a nice suit. He had slicked back black hair, a strong jaw, and might've been ruggedly handsome if one didn't look in his eyes. His eyes were cold and black like a moonless night. There was not a shred of humanity in his gaze. In his hand was a black semi-automatic. Without even looking away from the girl, he casually switched magazines.
This wasn't a thug. This was a real killer. He wouldn't be scared off by your presence. What were you going to do?
[] Intervene (Make her a Kampfer)
[] Intervene (Distract the guy) DC: 60
[] Get help! DC: 90
[] Try to transform instead? DC: 80
AN: Yeah I might just tally the votes on Sunday and write the chapter the same day. Expecting you guys to show up at 10 am on a Monday is a big ask when people have work. I'm sorry about that.
[x]Vanquished Dragon
[x] Intervene (Distract the guy)
Swearing In 2
This is bad. As a plushie, you weren't exactly the most intimidating thing out there. You couldn't even use the weapon from the Bracelet of Oath. That didn't mean you were going to just run away. There was no other option than to yell and hope for the best.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" You shouted with all your might. Why did you sound like Todd Haberkorn?
"What the fuck was that? Who's there?" The thug swung around with his gun. He seemed more aggravated than scared, which was understandable. His victim started to open her mouth, but she kept staring at the gun in terror.
"Just go away!" You yelled again.
Reaction to your appearance: Roll 37 req roll 20 = Pass!
The thug and his victim stared at you in disbelief. Disbelief quickly gave way to terror. What the heck was that about? That's when you remembered the setting. This was Marvel. Talking stuffed animals weren't normal. The mugger wasn't in the spandex set, so the supernatural would naturally scare him. The woman was also a normal person and clearly stressed out. Suffice it to say, you could understand why the pair quickly ran out of the alley without looking back.
At least you saved someone. That had to count for something, right? The alleyway wasn't a dead end like you first thought. Without anything better to do, you started walking down the side alley. New York at its grimiest. You were just glad none of the muck was sticking to your artificial fur. Tiny legs made getting around difficult. Maybe if your wings worked, it wouldn't be so bad, but they were as fake as your teeth. Soft and unimpressive. Where were you in the Marvel timeline? Which version of Marvel? How could you even tell?
That was when you heard more gunfire. What was with this city? You didn't even have to go out of your way to investigate. A teenage girl burst through the back door of a building up ahead. Her eyes were wide with fright as bullets could be heard chewing up the interior. This was bad with a capital BAD. Whoever was shooting up the place didn't seem to care about collateral. The girl running in your direction didn't seem to notice you. She might have run right past, but fate had other plans. It was a little slip. Her foot came down on a piece of debris and twisted. With a cry of terror, she fell to the ground practically at your feet.
"Momma…Daddy…I have to get help! C'mon! Get up!" She was still trying to stand, but her ankle wasn't cooperating.
"Fuck! Where did she go?" A bass voice snarled with a Brooklyn accent.
"No no no no…!" The girl frantically pleaded as she dragged herself forward.
The man who stepped out looked like a refrigerator in a nice suit. He had slicked back black hair, a strong jaw, and might've been ruggedly handsome if one didn't look in his eyes. His eyes were cold and black like a moonless night. There was not a shred of humanity in his gaze. In his hand was a black semi-automatic. Without even looking away from the girl, he casually switched magazines.
This wasn't a thug. This was a real killer. He wouldn't be scared off by your presence. What were you going to do?
[] Intervene (Make her a Kampfer)
[] Intervene (Distract the guy) DC: 60
[] Get help! DC: 90
[] Try to transform instead? DC: 80
AN: Yeah I might just tally the votes on Sunday and write the chapter the same day. Expecting you guys to show up at 10 am on a Monday is a big ask when people have work. I'm sorry about that.
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Jack of Olives
Rolled a '3' on their Con score
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[x] Intervene (Make her a Kampfer)
This situation i serious enough that an emergency-empowerment seems warranted. Hopefully she won't mind too much (or at all).
This situation i serious enough that an emergency-empowerment seems warranted. Hopefully she won't mind too much (or at all).
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[X] Intervene (Make her a Kampfer)
Excellent marvel escalation from a bad situation to a lethal one. Keep up the good work.
Excellent marvel escalation from a bad situation to a lethal one. Keep up the good work.
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Writing has begun! For those on my Discord Server stop on by and watch!
Swearing In 3
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Swearing In 3
There wasn't a whole lot you could do. No matter what else you tried, it just wouldn't be enough. The killer was solid, large and implacable. By contrast, his potential victim was weak, small and terrified. Bad things happen to innocent people every day; such is the way of the world, but you refused to allow this virtual child to become a statistic. The twirly light show that was part and parcel of a magical girl transformation wasn't usually too bright. You amped it up to eye-searing levels at the same moment as your Chosen transformed for the first time. Her would-be killer reeled back as if struck.
"Ah! What the fuck is this?" He frantically rubbed at his eyes.
"What is this…?" The girl was patently shocked. There were no new bullet holes and her assailant was temporarily blinded. Keyword being temporarily.
"You don't have time! He's already getting his sight back!" You warned.
The new Kampfer immediately tried to roll to her feet. Something she apparently had practice with doing…
Reflexive Roll: Roll 5 req roll 20 = Fail!
…and instantly slammed herself into a brick wall.
"Ow!" She yelped.
This would almost be comical. Both the killer and the Kampfer were rubbing at their sore spots. What kept it from being funny was the certainty the guy would shoot her when his vision cleared. He finished blinking the spots from his eyes and paused. You couldn't blame him. This was the first chance you had to really notice the changes yourself. She didn't appear too different at first glance. Her eyes were a little sharper and she had slightly more angular facial features. The hair was a color of silver not found in nature, while her eyes were ruby red. All in all, it was a very anime appearance. She was wearing a black Catholic school girl uniform with silver accents and more black ribbons than should be legal. On her wrist was a White Bracelet of Oath.
"A mutant, huh? Oh well. None of my business," he shrugged before pointing his gun at her again. This time, there was no way he could miss.
Dodge! Roll 32 req roll 20 = Pass!
Your Kampfer reacted instantly as she quickly shifted to a crouched position as the Buster Sword appeared. The bullets hammered into the supernaturally hardened metal like angry fists, but her guard endured. That definitely took the other guy by surprise.
"Make this easy on yourself. Your old man shoulda just paid the money back. Instead he had to go blabbing to the cops," the hired gun decided it was now exposition time. Definitely a comic book inspired world.
"You…you're blaming my dad for this!? How dare you!" She let out a roar as her rage sharpened to a point…
Braver!?: Roll 66 req roll 20 = Pass!
…and vaulted into the air. He tried to shoot while she descended, but the sword continued to act as a shield. She abruptly spun in midair, twisted around, and brought the heavy blade down on top of him. You flinched back from the soon-to-be gory display, but instead received a surprise. The Buster Sword hammered into the killer's skull yet it didn't spill brain matter everywhere. Instead it struck with an almighty clang. The force of which blew the skin from his face revealing an almost Terminator-like visage.
"A-A robot!?" The newly minted Kampfer gawked.
"Heh…I'm a cyborg, girl. Just not the kind you know of. My creators came at it from the other end. Living synthetic skin grown over a metal skeleton. Then gamma irradiated for that extra kick," he bragged.
"How does that even work…?" You wondered quietly.
"Now that you know the truth…I don't have to hold back anymore!" He declared.
With the veneer of humanity stripped away, the murderous cyborg rushed forward. The girl frantically tried to block the charging monster with her massive sword, but his fist caused the Buster Sword to shake. She skidded back from the blow with trembling arms. His fighting style consisted entirely of boxing moves. Your Kampfer gamely kept it together for a minute, but cracks were forming. Too much happened all at once. Emotionally, psychologically, she was breaking down, and this wasn't helping. You were at your wit's end for what to do…
A red and blue blur swooped in and kicked the murderer in the side of the head. The cyborg yelled something in outrage, but his head was buried in a wall. With an acrobatic leap that would make gold medalists weep with envy, a certainly Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man landed further up the alley wall.
"Does Arnie know you're ripping off his trademark?" He quipped.
"James Cameron has the trademark punk! Arnie played the Terminator! If you're gonna taunt me at least get it right!" The cyborg corrected him.
"Wouldn't the studio hold the rights?" Your Kampfer interjected then froze slack jawed. You could almost hear her internally screeching that this wasn't the time to get caught on semantics.
Oh wait. You actually could hear her internal monologue. That was all kinds of useful, but not exactly at this moment.
The way the three of them paused in sync was kind of funny. There was a lull in the violence but more from incredulity. How did it come to this? Cyborg Man broke the stalemate by whipping out another gun and opening fire on Spider-Man. Which worked about as well as could be imagined. The nimble arachnid superhero made it look like child's play to avoid the psychopathic machine's hail of super accurate gunfire.
"Man, I thought an aim bot could, y'know, aim!" Spider-Man taunted him as he made a mockery of what was just recently a desperate struggle.
"They said you were a wiseass. I didn't realize just how goddamn annoying you would be!" The Tin Man growled. His synthetic voice reverbed menacingly.
"Uh, this might be a good time to run?" You tried to suggest. Your Kampfer didn't even look at you. Her grip tightened on the Buster Sword so hard her knuckles whitened.
"He killed my parents!" She screamed in a mix of grief and rage. The mystically hardened blade cleaved through the air as she struck at the mechanical monster's back.
"Almost forgot!" He whipped out a third gun (where was he keeping them all?) and tried to shoot her in the face. Except a web line snagged the firearm and yanked it from his grip. Just in time for the off-balance cyborg to take another Buster Sword slash to the face.
"Might wanna quit while you have a head!" Spidey exclaimed as he came in for another double kick to the unstoppable machine's back. He transitioned from a double kick into a front axe kick before leaping back.
It looked like Robocrook was on the ropes. The repeated blows to the head caused sparks to fly from his optics. He was beginning to stagger, not from tiredness but some internal mechanical issue. At least that's what you hoped. Spider-Man paused a moment before exploding into action. Whatever freaked him out had to be bad. Webhead grabbed your Kampfer, and surprisingly enough, you, before booking it out of there. Not a moment too soon as the cyborg exploded in shrapnel and gore. The major mechanical bits started to hiss and smoke before turning into ruined slag.
"Thermite. Whoever sent this guy didn't wanna leave any evidence," Spider-Man said half to himself.
"So there's nothing we can do? Whoever wanted my family dead gets away with this?" Your Kampfer asked incredulously.
"No, they won't get away with this. That's a promise," he swore.
He took a sample of the synthetic flesh before the police arrived. The girl changed back on her own once the fighting was done. Spider-Man laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. You were kind of surprised at just how short he was. He was only a little taller than she was. By the time the police got there, he was long gone and the girl had some questions to answer. At least you finally had a name to go with the face, Madison Adams. She was questioned by Detective Stacy about what transpired. Your Kampfer kept to the facts until the transformation. Then she just said Spider-Man showed up and saved her life. By now your partner was just about dead on her feet.
"Where will I go? I-I don't have anybody now…" She was going into shock. You didn't know how to help. That's when the girl picked you up and started to cry.
"Let's see what I can do," he said.
Detective Stacy made a private call. Then he made another one. He seemed encouraged by whatever he heard. Madison followed him when he took her to the car. Their first stop was her apartment. Her family lived above the restaurant they owned. She packed on auto-pilot, but at least she didn't stick you in the bag. With that settled, he took her to a house in the suburbs. You were pretty sure this same house was used in every generic picture of suburbia. Your Kampfer was still worryingly quiet as the detective led her inside.
"This is my home, and for the time being, it's yours as well," he said gently.
"Detective Stacy…?" Madison asked hesitantly.
"You can call me George," he said encouragingly.
"Why?" She asked softly. He sighed before looking her in the eyes.
"Because no one should go through something like this alone," George said seriously. Tears welled up in her eyes as the simple words hit deep. She let out a heartbroken wail as he hugged her.
"I got the guest room ready, Dad…" A girl's voice preceded the arrival of someone familiar. She had blonde hair, blue eyes but looked to be high school age, like your Kampfer. Stacy. George Stacy. Now Gwen Stacy as a teen?
"G-Gwen…?" Madison stammered.
"Maddy?" Gwen was taken aback.
"You know each other?" George asked. Good thing he did before you accidentally outed yourself.
"Uh, yeah…She's in my chemistry class…" Gwen said in a daze.
Madison allowed herself to be led upstairs as she tearfully told Gwen everything. The other girl didn't hesitate to offer comfort. Gwen managed to convince the sad girl to eat something. No one wanted to poke at the bundle of issues just yet. After dinner, the new Kampfer laid in a bed that wasn't her own and held you tight.
[] Try to reach out to her.
[] Let her be.
[] Exposition time!
AN: Sometimes a choice won't come with a Difficulty Check. Why? Because they are all equally valid responses. Each one represents a different branching path. Discuss your plans and the like. Also the Bracelet of Oath's color is important. I set up a mini vote on Discord for those who came to watch me write. White doubles attack damage. Blue would have been oodles of bonus HP. Red is perma-Haste with Purple being a mix of Red and Blue. I'll have a character sheet ready for Madison by next week.
Swearing In 3
There wasn't a whole lot you could do. No matter what else you tried, it just wouldn't be enough. The killer was solid, large and implacable. By contrast, his potential victim was weak, small and terrified. Bad things happen to innocent people every day; such is the way of the world, but you refused to allow this virtual child to become a statistic. The twirly light show that was part and parcel of a magical girl transformation wasn't usually too bright. You amped it up to eye-searing levels at the same moment as your Chosen transformed for the first time. Her would-be killer reeled back as if struck.
"Ah! What the fuck is this?" He frantically rubbed at his eyes.
"What is this…?" The girl was patently shocked. There were no new bullet holes and her assailant was temporarily blinded. Keyword being temporarily.
"You don't have time! He's already getting his sight back!" You warned.
The new Kampfer immediately tried to roll to her feet. Something she apparently had practice with doing…
Reflexive Roll: Roll 5 req roll 20 = Fail!
…and instantly slammed herself into a brick wall.
"Ow!" She yelped.
This would almost be comical. Both the killer and the Kampfer were rubbing at their sore spots. What kept it from being funny was the certainty the guy would shoot her when his vision cleared. He finished blinking the spots from his eyes and paused. You couldn't blame him. This was the first chance you had to really notice the changes yourself. She didn't appear too different at first glance. Her eyes were a little sharper and she had slightly more angular facial features. The hair was a color of silver not found in nature, while her eyes were ruby red. All in all, it was a very anime appearance. She was wearing a black Catholic school girl uniform with silver accents and more black ribbons than should be legal. On her wrist was a White Bracelet of Oath.
"A mutant, huh? Oh well. None of my business," he shrugged before pointing his gun at her again. This time, there was no way he could miss.
Dodge! Roll 32 req roll 20 = Pass!
Your Kampfer reacted instantly as she quickly shifted to a crouched position as the Buster Sword appeared. The bullets hammered into the supernaturally hardened metal like angry fists, but her guard endured. That definitely took the other guy by surprise.
"Make this easy on yourself. Your old man shoulda just paid the money back. Instead he had to go blabbing to the cops," the hired gun decided it was now exposition time. Definitely a comic book inspired world.
"You…you're blaming my dad for this!? How dare you!" She let out a roar as her rage sharpened to a point…
Braver!?: Roll 66 req roll 20 = Pass!
…and vaulted into the air. He tried to shoot while she descended, but the sword continued to act as a shield. She abruptly spun in midair, twisted around, and brought the heavy blade down on top of him. You flinched back from the soon-to-be gory display, but instead received a surprise. The Buster Sword hammered into the killer's skull yet it didn't spill brain matter everywhere. Instead it struck with an almighty clang. The force of which blew the skin from his face revealing an almost Terminator-like visage.
"A-A robot!?" The newly minted Kampfer gawked.
"Heh…I'm a cyborg, girl. Just not the kind you know of. My creators came at it from the other end. Living synthetic skin grown over a metal skeleton. Then gamma irradiated for that extra kick," he bragged.
"How does that even work…?" You wondered quietly.
"Now that you know the truth…I don't have to hold back anymore!" He declared.
With the veneer of humanity stripped away, the murderous cyborg rushed forward. The girl frantically tried to block the charging monster with her massive sword, but his fist caused the Buster Sword to shake. She skidded back from the blow with trembling arms. His fighting style consisted entirely of boxing moves. Your Kampfer gamely kept it together for a minute, but cracks were forming. Too much happened all at once. Emotionally, psychologically, she was breaking down, and this wasn't helping. You were at your wit's end for what to do…
A red and blue blur swooped in and kicked the murderer in the side of the head. The cyborg yelled something in outrage, but his head was buried in a wall. With an acrobatic leap that would make gold medalists weep with envy, a certainly Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man landed further up the alley wall.
"Does Arnie know you're ripping off his trademark?" He quipped.
"James Cameron has the trademark punk! Arnie played the Terminator! If you're gonna taunt me at least get it right!" The cyborg corrected him.
"Wouldn't the studio hold the rights?" Your Kampfer interjected then froze slack jawed. You could almost hear her internally screeching that this wasn't the time to get caught on semantics.
Oh wait. You actually could hear her internal monologue. That was all kinds of useful, but not exactly at this moment.
The way the three of them paused in sync was kind of funny. There was a lull in the violence but more from incredulity. How did it come to this? Cyborg Man broke the stalemate by whipping out another gun and opening fire on Spider-Man. Which worked about as well as could be imagined. The nimble arachnid superhero made it look like child's play to avoid the psychopathic machine's hail of super accurate gunfire.
"Man, I thought an aim bot could, y'know, aim!" Spider-Man taunted him as he made a mockery of what was just recently a desperate struggle.
"They said you were a wiseass. I didn't realize just how goddamn annoying you would be!" The Tin Man growled. His synthetic voice reverbed menacingly.
"Uh, this might be a good time to run?" You tried to suggest. Your Kampfer didn't even look at you. Her grip tightened on the Buster Sword so hard her knuckles whitened.
"He killed my parents!" She screamed in a mix of grief and rage. The mystically hardened blade cleaved through the air as she struck at the mechanical monster's back.
"Almost forgot!" He whipped out a third gun (where was he keeping them all?) and tried to shoot her in the face. Except a web line snagged the firearm and yanked it from his grip. Just in time for the off-balance cyborg to take another Buster Sword slash to the face.
"Might wanna quit while you have a head!" Spidey exclaimed as he came in for another double kick to the unstoppable machine's back. He transitioned from a double kick into a front axe kick before leaping back.
It looked like Robocrook was on the ropes. The repeated blows to the head caused sparks to fly from his optics. He was beginning to stagger, not from tiredness but some internal mechanical issue. At least that's what you hoped. Spider-Man paused a moment before exploding into action. Whatever freaked him out had to be bad. Webhead grabbed your Kampfer, and surprisingly enough, you, before booking it out of there. Not a moment too soon as the cyborg exploded in shrapnel and gore. The major mechanical bits started to hiss and smoke before turning into ruined slag.
"Thermite. Whoever sent this guy didn't wanna leave any evidence," Spider-Man said half to himself.
"So there's nothing we can do? Whoever wanted my family dead gets away with this?" Your Kampfer asked incredulously.
"No, they won't get away with this. That's a promise," he swore.
He took a sample of the synthetic flesh before the police arrived. The girl changed back on her own once the fighting was done. Spider-Man laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. You were kind of surprised at just how short he was. He was only a little taller than she was. By the time the police got there, he was long gone and the girl had some questions to answer. At least you finally had a name to go with the face, Madison Adams. She was questioned by Detective Stacy about what transpired. Your Kampfer kept to the facts until the transformation. Then she just said Spider-Man showed up and saved her life. By now your partner was just about dead on her feet.
"Where will I go? I-I don't have anybody now…" She was going into shock. You didn't know how to help. That's when the girl picked you up and started to cry.
"Let's see what I can do," he said.
Detective Stacy made a private call. Then he made another one. He seemed encouraged by whatever he heard. Madison followed him when he took her to the car. Their first stop was her apartment. Her family lived above the restaurant they owned. She packed on auto-pilot, but at least she didn't stick you in the bag. With that settled, he took her to a house in the suburbs. You were pretty sure this same house was used in every generic picture of suburbia. Your Kampfer was still worryingly quiet as the detective led her inside.
"This is my home, and for the time being, it's yours as well," he said gently.
"Detective Stacy…?" Madison asked hesitantly.
"You can call me George," he said encouragingly.
"Why?" She asked softly. He sighed before looking her in the eyes.
"Because no one should go through something like this alone," George said seriously. Tears welled up in her eyes as the simple words hit deep. She let out a heartbroken wail as he hugged her.
"I got the guest room ready, Dad…" A girl's voice preceded the arrival of someone familiar. She had blonde hair, blue eyes but looked to be high school age, like your Kampfer. Stacy. George Stacy. Now Gwen Stacy as a teen?
"G-Gwen…?" Madison stammered.
"Maddy?" Gwen was taken aback.
"You know each other?" George asked. Good thing he did before you accidentally outed yourself.
"Uh, yeah…She's in my chemistry class…" Gwen said in a daze.
Madison allowed herself to be led upstairs as she tearfully told Gwen everything. The other girl didn't hesitate to offer comfort. Gwen managed to convince the sad girl to eat something. No one wanted to poke at the bundle of issues just yet. After dinner, the new Kampfer laid in a bed that wasn't her own and held you tight.
[] Try to reach out to her.
[] Let her be.
[] Exposition time!
AN: Sometimes a choice won't come with a Difficulty Check. Why? Because they are all equally valid responses. Each one represents a different branching path. Discuss your plans and the like. Also the Bracelet of Oath's color is important. I set up a mini vote on Discord for those who came to watch me write. White doubles attack damage. Blue would have been oodles of bonus HP. Red is perma-Haste with Purple being a mix of Red and Blue. I'll have a character sheet ready for Madison by next week.