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A Spider in The Bay! A Marvel/ Worm Crossover
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The Inheritors where dealt with. The Great Hunt is over (that's a relief). As you come to on the cold hard pavement, you get the sense that something wasn't right here. Struggling to get back to your feet, you take notice of your surroundings. It seems to be an alleyway of sorts, but you don't recognize it. Did something happen when Peter sent you back?
Shaking your head to clear it, you leap onto the nearby wall before crawling onto the roof. While crawling up, your brain sluggishly catches up with you. You are...
[] Miles Morales (Ultimate Spider Man)
[] Jessica Drew (Ultimate Black Widow)
[] Gwen Stacy (Spider Gwen)
[] Miguel O' Hara (Spider Man 2099)
Reaching the top of the building, you walk over to the ledge and look over the city. Panic almost begins to set in when you realize that this was not New York at all. Did Peter mess up the portal when he sent you back? Or did something else happen? Either way, no point in sitting around, you could swing about the city and figure out where are you. Or you could swing over to that fancy looking building out by the bay...
[] Swing about the city, find out where are you right now.
[] Check out that big fancy building by the bay that screams government institution.
[] Write in.
Hello and welcome folks to another one of my attempts at writing. I noticed that there weren't a lot of Spidey Quest out here, so I decided to try something else. For starters, I'm not even going to try and write Amazing or Superior. Updates will come at about once every two days and the character selected will affect quite a few things. This is due to these Spiders having the same general template of powers, they may have a bit of extras on the side.
Any write-ins are always heavily encouraged so lets get 'er started.
Shaking your head to clear it, you leap onto the nearby wall before crawling onto the roof. While crawling up, your brain sluggishly catches up with you. You are...
[] Miles Morales (Ultimate Spider Man)
[] Jessica Drew (Ultimate Black Widow)
[] Gwen Stacy (Spider Gwen)
[] Miguel O' Hara (Spider Man 2099)
Reaching the top of the building, you walk over to the ledge and look over the city. Panic almost begins to set in when you realize that this was not New York at all. Did Peter mess up the portal when he sent you back? Or did something else happen? Either way, no point in sitting around, you could swing about the city and figure out where are you. Or you could swing over to that fancy looking building out by the bay...
[] Swing about the city, find out where are you right now.
[] Check out that big fancy building by the bay that screams government institution.
[] Write in.
Hello and welcome folks to another one of my attempts at writing. I noticed that there weren't a lot of Spidey Quest out here, so I decided to try something else. For starters, I'm not even going to try and write Amazing or Superior. Updates will come at about once every two days and the character selected will affect quite a few things. This is due to these Spiders having the same general template of powers, they may have a bit of extras on the side.
Any write-ins are always heavily encouraged so lets get 'er started.
Quick Reference
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All righty then, here's a quick summary for each character in combat:
Miles Morales:
The "Thief" Archetype. He is just as strong as Parker but less weight behind his punches mostly due to his smaller size, also means he's faster. Has a adaptive camouflage ability along with his 'Venom Strike/ Poke'. He requires skin contact to pull that one off though. But based off a few sources, under intense physical stress (torture) he can unleash a 'Venom Blast' from his body, but it creates a really bad EMP effect on all electronics in a city block.
The trade off is that his Spider-Sense isn't as strong compared to everyone else. It comes off as more off a buzz in his head.
Jessica Drew:
Generally the same powerset as any Spiders, the only difference is that her webs are organic and they shoot from her fingertips. Also, really good detective. Her downsides are mostly the clone complex and her tendency to go Cowboy Cop. She did end up leading the New Ultimates though, so that's something. Deputized by SHIELD as well.
Spider Gwen:
Same Spidey template, but from what I've read in her stories, she tends to unwittingly tank hits instead of dodging them. Prone to impulsive actions like any teenager her age. Uses her drumming skills to pound tougher foes (Rhino). Her webshooters surprisingly, are not built by her or Peter. Apparently, it was a gift from Janet Van Dyne when she retired. It works by drawing in moisture from the air and converting it to the 'webs' she uses.
Miguel O' Hara:
Mostly the same Spider Package but with a few extras. No Spider Sense for Miguel instead a "Enhanced Perceptions" that tune in to what's happening around him very quickly such as immediate danger or a general Plot Point. Still has limitations like what is he focused on, can be caught flat-footed. Has retractable talons on his fingers and toes (uses that to wall crawl). Webs are also organic and chemically identical to real Spider-Silk.
That's quick version of the four choices available. If you need further clarification, try out the Marvel wiki page. And er, votes will be locked in about two or three hours from now. Update will be later tonight.
Miles Morales:
The "Thief" Archetype. He is just as strong as Parker but less weight behind his punches mostly due to his smaller size, also means he's faster. Has a adaptive camouflage ability along with his 'Venom Strike/ Poke'. He requires skin contact to pull that one off though. But based off a few sources, under intense physical stress (torture) he can unleash a 'Venom Blast' from his body, but it creates a really bad EMP effect on all electronics in a city block.
The trade off is that his Spider-Sense isn't as strong compared to everyone else. It comes off as more off a buzz in his head.
Jessica Drew:
Generally the same powerset as any Spiders, the only difference is that her webs are organic and they shoot from her fingertips. Also, really good detective. Her downsides are mostly the clone complex and her tendency to go Cowboy Cop. She did end up leading the New Ultimates though, so that's something. Deputized by SHIELD as well.
Spider Gwen:
Same Spidey template, but from what I've read in her stories, she tends to unwittingly tank hits instead of dodging them. Prone to impulsive actions like any teenager her age. Uses her drumming skills to pound tougher foes (Rhino). Her webshooters surprisingly, are not built by her or Peter. Apparently, it was a gift from Janet Van Dyne when she retired. It works by drawing in moisture from the air and converting it to the 'webs' she uses.
Miguel O' Hara:
Mostly the same Spider Package but with a few extras. No Spider Sense for Miguel instead a "Enhanced Perceptions" that tune in to what's happening around him very quickly such as immediate danger or a general Plot Point. Still has limitations like what is he focused on, can be caught flat-footed. Has retractable talons on his fingers and toes (uses that to wall crawl). Webs are also organic and chemically identical to real Spider-Silk.
That's quick version of the four choices available. If you need further clarification, try out the Marvel wiki page. And er, votes will be locked in about two or three hours from now. Update will be later tonight.
Backbeat Rimshots Part 01
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All, the votes are locked and Spider Gwen apparently is the winner. Update coming...now.
[X] Gwen Stacy (Spider Gwen)
Of course! Your name is Gwen Stacy! How could you ever forget that, you'd never know. Make a mental note, blame Peter the next time you see him. Looking over the city, you realize that you have no clue what this city is whatsoever, much less where are you now. For all you know, you could be in the middle of Canada.
Calm down Gwen, you can handle this. If the other Spider Men and Women could, surely you were up to the job? Argh, thinking too much, just swing through the city, maybe it'll be better for your head. With that, you leap off the edge of the roof.
Free falling no matter how many times you do it, it never gets old. Neither does what happens next either. Reaching out with one hand, you shoot out a webline. The next thing you know, the jerk happens as physics makes itself known. You swing forward before shooting out another line. Even as your life has mostly gone down the toilet bowl you muse, at least this never gets old.
[X] Swing about the city, find out where you are right now.
You soon realize that you must've woken up in the business district of the city (wherever it is). At least you're a English speaking country if the billdoards are any indication. But what in the world is a Medhall mush less a PRT? If there was any company like that in New York, surely you would've heard of it. And who designed those signboards, they looked rather tacky. Unless..."Guess I'm not in Kansas anymore Toto," you mutter to yourself.
Before long, you find the buildings starting to become more run down as the number of Asian looking fellows grow in number. They clearly must be gangbangers. Who else who would be so obvious in their choice attire? Unless there was some Red, Green and Gold colour convention that you didn't know about.
Skirting the edge of this territory seems to be a good idea for now. Not until you figure where are you right now. Swinging onto a nearby ledge, you where just about to take a breather when...
[] A cry for help comes from the alley below you.
[] You spot someone(?) flying towards you.
[] Write In.
And here we go. The next segment is out, the votes will be locked about a day or so from now, and the update soon after that. Happy voting.
[X] Gwen Stacy (Spider Gwen)
Of course! Your name is Gwen Stacy! How could you ever forget that, you'd never know. Make a mental note, blame Peter the next time you see him. Looking over the city, you realize that you have no clue what this city is whatsoever, much less where are you now. For all you know, you could be in the middle of Canada.
Calm down Gwen, you can handle this. If the other Spider Men and Women could, surely you were up to the job? Argh, thinking too much, just swing through the city, maybe it'll be better for your head. With that, you leap off the edge of the roof.
Free falling no matter how many times you do it, it never gets old. Neither does what happens next either. Reaching out with one hand, you shoot out a webline. The next thing you know, the jerk happens as physics makes itself known. You swing forward before shooting out another line. Even as your life has mostly gone down the toilet bowl you muse, at least this never gets old.
[X] Swing about the city, find out where you are right now.
You soon realize that you must've woken up in the business district of the city (wherever it is). At least you're a English speaking country if the billdoards are any indication. But what in the world is a Medhall mush less a PRT? If there was any company like that in New York, surely you would've heard of it. And who designed those signboards, they looked rather tacky. Unless..."Guess I'm not in Kansas anymore Toto," you mutter to yourself.
Before long, you find the buildings starting to become more run down as the number of Asian looking fellows grow in number. They clearly must be gangbangers. Who else who would be so obvious in their choice attire? Unless there was some Red, Green and Gold colour convention that you didn't know about.
Skirting the edge of this territory seems to be a good idea for now. Not until you figure where are you right now. Swinging onto a nearby ledge, you where just about to take a breather when...
[] A cry for help comes from the alley below you.
[] You spot someone(?) flying towards you.
[] Write In.
And here we go. The next segment is out, the votes will be locked about a day or so from now, and the update soon after that. Happy voting.
Backbeat Rimshots Part 02
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[X] A cry for help comes from the alley down below.
Nice comfortable patch of wall to rest on for a while. The past few days have been pretty hectic and all, what, with saving the Multiverse and to discover there where many other versions of you fridged off a bridge while Peter was the one bitten by that spider. Still a bit mind boggling to wrap your mind around.
That's when a cry for help comes out from the alley below you, interrupting your musings. Ah, the conveniently timed mugging. Just the thing you need to your mind off these depressing thoughts. Let's see, attach web line then slide down, deal with bad guys then figure out where to go from there, easy enough.
The first thing that crossed your mind was that if these people where trying to hide the fact that they were gangbangers, they were doing a very poor job of it. Shaved heads? Check. Angry looking tattoos? Check. The only other notable thing about those three was the fact that they clearly carried markings that singled them out as Neo Nazis. Something to remember for later.
Coming from above, you could see that they were holding up some poor sod at gunpoint, with his wallet in hand. Good ol' fashioned Code Purple then. They didn't even see you coming. Hanging between two of the skinheads, you lashed out with both legs, sending them sprawling. "Now boys, I'm don't have any good material today so have some foot."
Next up, was Skinhead Number Three. He was just reacting to your presence now. Just had to be the one carrying the gun eh? "Fucking Cape!" he shouts as you as he raises his gun.
"Now, now, folks, in the presence of more polite company, you should use something like 'Oh Dear me'," you remark while shooting a web line at his gun before yanking it out of his hands. He barely had time to react before you leaped forward and decked him in the jaw. "Or in some cases if you're surprised, a simple 'fiddlesticks!' may do just better. Looks like Skinhead One and Two are just getting back up. Might as well wrap it up fast.
By the time they're charging at you, you're already moving. A quick flip puts you right behind them. While they're surprised, some quick applications of webbing to their legs will do. Then you pull, and hey presto! Three dazed Third Reich wannabes flat on the ground.
Turning to check on the victim, you find that he's already fled. Well good for him then. With practiced ease, you quickly web up the three skinheads before sticking them to the nearby lamp post (after dragging then out of course). Dusting your hands of imaginary dust, you ponder over what should you do now? Should you even leave a note or something?
Rolled 1d6. Result: 4!
Right at that moment, the sound of a vehicle interrupts your thoughts. It sounds like it's closing in on your location. What should you do?
[] Wait on a nearby wall and see what happens.
[] Swing away. Your job here is done anyway.
[] Write In.
This quipping here, I really need to work on it. Had to dig through some of my old Annuals to find something remotely useful. Let's just hope I improve on this...
Nice comfortable patch of wall to rest on for a while. The past few days have been pretty hectic and all, what, with saving the Multiverse and to discover there where many other versions of you fridged off a bridge while Peter was the one bitten by that spider. Still a bit mind boggling to wrap your mind around.
That's when a cry for help comes out from the alley below you, interrupting your musings. Ah, the conveniently timed mugging. Just the thing you need to your mind off these depressing thoughts. Let's see, attach web line then slide down, deal with bad guys then figure out where to go from there, easy enough.
The first thing that crossed your mind was that if these people where trying to hide the fact that they were gangbangers, they were doing a very poor job of it. Shaved heads? Check. Angry looking tattoos? Check. The only other notable thing about those three was the fact that they clearly carried markings that singled them out as Neo Nazis. Something to remember for later.
Coming from above, you could see that they were holding up some poor sod at gunpoint, with his wallet in hand. Good ol' fashioned Code Purple then. They didn't even see you coming. Hanging between two of the skinheads, you lashed out with both legs, sending them sprawling. "Now boys, I'm don't have any good material today so have some foot."
Next up, was Skinhead Number Three. He was just reacting to your presence now. Just had to be the one carrying the gun eh? "Fucking Cape!" he shouts as you as he raises his gun.
"Now, now, folks, in the presence of more polite company, you should use something like 'Oh Dear me'," you remark while shooting a web line at his gun before yanking it out of his hands. He barely had time to react before you leaped forward and decked him in the jaw. "Or in some cases if you're surprised, a simple 'fiddlesticks!' may do just better. Looks like Skinhead One and Two are just getting back up. Might as well wrap it up fast.
By the time they're charging at you, you're already moving. A quick flip puts you right behind them. While they're surprised, some quick applications of webbing to their legs will do. Then you pull, and hey presto! Three dazed Third Reich wannabes flat on the ground.
Turning to check on the victim, you find that he's already fled. Well good for him then. With practiced ease, you quickly web up the three skinheads before sticking them to the nearby lamp post (after dragging then out of course). Dusting your hands of imaginary dust, you ponder over what should you do now? Should you even leave a note or something?
Rolled 1d6. Result: 4!
Right at that moment, the sound of a vehicle interrupts your thoughts. It sounds like it's closing in on your location. What should you do?
[] Wait on a nearby wall and see what happens.
[] Swing away. Your job here is done anyway.
[] Write In.
This quipping here, I really need to work on it. Had to dig through some of my old Annuals to find something remotely useful. Let's just hope I improve on this...
Backbeat Rimshots Part 03
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[X] Wait on a nearby wall and see what happens.
Roll 1d6. Result: 2 (Bad Juju happens)
Guess you should test the waters, maybe the cops here might go easy on you here? Perching yourself up on the nearby wall, you deiced to wait for the officers to arrive. After waiting for a few more minutes, you see a car pull up by the sidewalk. That was when you feel your "spider-sense" go off. Not that you named it that. It's just that after seeing all the other Spideys call it that, you figured you might as well since you don't have anything better to call it.
But what was causing it to go off? That's when you see the windows of the car slide down, with the very obvious gun barrel sticking out. How and why do regular gangbangers pack assault rifles? You're already moving when the first shot goes off, hitting the place where you previously occupied. With your sense going off again, you dart towards the car.
The rattle of gunfire grabs your attention. With how fast you where going along with your sense backing it up, predicting the bullet's flightpath was almost too easy. Twisting your body in midair, you effortlessly dodge the incoming spray of bullets.
Landing on the pavement, you shoot out your web, snagging the barrel of the first rifle before yanking it out of the skinhead's hands. Move fast for the follow-up. "Now boys, I know we all have the right to bear arms but isn't this taking it a mite too far?" Quipping, the most important tool to forget that you are wetting your pants in fear.
The stunned look on their faces just sells it. Were they expecting you to be all grim and quiet in your costume like that Spidey 2099 fellow? But then again, Pete seems to be on good terms with him so maybe he has some good one-liners somewhere? Dodging another burst of gunfire, you heard the sound of squealing tires and land on your feet just in time to see the car speed off.
Well, that's not new. How many other perps you dealt with tried the same run away thing again? You honestly lost count after twenty-five. That's when you finally hear the very welcome sounds of police sirens. Now that was music to your ears. Staying at the scene of the crime and provide your statement could really go a long way in building better relationships with the local law enforcement. But those skinheads are making their getaway, going after them could help you track down where in the world are people like them getting this sort of equipment...
What should you do?
[] Stay and (try?) to talk with the local law enforcement.
[] Chase down those skinheads and make sure they don't get away.
[] Write in.
Right then. Next part is now up. Just curious, how is the quality of my writing anyways? Anything that needs improvement and whatnot?
Roll 1d6. Result: 2 (Bad Juju happens)
Guess you should test the waters, maybe the cops here might go easy on you here? Perching yourself up on the nearby wall, you deiced to wait for the officers to arrive. After waiting for a few more minutes, you see a car pull up by the sidewalk. That was when you feel your "spider-sense" go off. Not that you named it that. It's just that after seeing all the other Spideys call it that, you figured you might as well since you don't have anything better to call it.
But what was causing it to go off? That's when you see the windows of the car slide down, with the very obvious gun barrel sticking out. How and why do regular gangbangers pack assault rifles? You're already moving when the first shot goes off, hitting the place where you previously occupied. With your sense going off again, you dart towards the car.
The rattle of gunfire grabs your attention. With how fast you where going along with your sense backing it up, predicting the bullet's flightpath was almost too easy. Twisting your body in midair, you effortlessly dodge the incoming spray of bullets.
Landing on the pavement, you shoot out your web, snagging the barrel of the first rifle before yanking it out of the skinhead's hands. Move fast for the follow-up. "Now boys, I know we all have the right to bear arms but isn't this taking it a mite too far?" Quipping, the most important tool to forget that you are wetting your pants in fear.
The stunned look on their faces just sells it. Were they expecting you to be all grim and quiet in your costume like that Spidey 2099 fellow? But then again, Pete seems to be on good terms with him so maybe he has some good one-liners somewhere? Dodging another burst of gunfire, you heard the sound of squealing tires and land on your feet just in time to see the car speed off.
Well, that's not new. How many other perps you dealt with tried the same run away thing again? You honestly lost count after twenty-five. That's when you finally hear the very welcome sounds of police sirens. Now that was music to your ears. Staying at the scene of the crime and provide your statement could really go a long way in building better relationships with the local law enforcement. But those skinheads are making their getaway, going after them could help you track down where in the world are people like them getting this sort of equipment...
What should you do?
[] Stay and (try?) to talk with the local law enforcement.
[] Chase down those skinheads and make sure they don't get away.
[] Write in.
Right then. Next part is now up. Just curious, how is the quality of my writing anyways? Anything that needs improvement and whatnot?
Backbeat Rimshots Part 04
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[X] Stay and (try?) to talk with the local law enforcement.
Eh, pretty sure the police will catch up with those skinheads. There is car plate ID after all. The more important thing to do would be (try) to explain why exactly have you beaten up a couple of skinheads and then webbed them up.
So you take a position that's in a much better position this time. Just in case. Then, the patrol car finally pulls up. Getting out of the vehicle, the officer in charge looks up and sees you on the wall. You could almost hear him muttering something about capes under his breath. Was wearing capes a trend with whatever superheroes around here or something?
"First night out?" The officer's voice brings you back to reality. You shake your head, "Nah, just swingin' about when I found this 10-20. Came in and took care of them and then all that." You respond.
Said officer seemed to consider your words for a bit, but he seemed surprised at your knowledge over the signal codes. "Right then lady, if you say so. Then we also received reports about gunfire happening in this area as well. You know anything about that?" Well, you were kinda hoping to keep that part for last.
Several minutes later, you've finally given your statement for what happened and the officer (Daniels) let you be on your way. Based off what he said, he suggested you try and contact this Protectorate or whatever it is. before you left though, you asked him about today's date. His response left you kinda speechless, but you'll worry about that later.
One thing you know for sure is that swinging around the city and stopping that crime has left you a tad hungry. And the fact that your wallet along with your cell phone and your clothes was left in your backpack. Back in your home dimension of what was it again? Yeah! Earth-65. You could bear with the minor hunger pangs for now but you'll have to find something to eat soon. Hopefully with as many corndogs as you can eat...
What was the date given?
[] January 2011. (The Thing happens)
[] March 2011. (Nothing happens)
[] April 2011. (Things really escalate now)
On the other hand, what should you do now?
[] Find this Protectorate and see what's all the big fuss.
[] Go dumpster diving! A stupid awesome shirt is waiting for you in there.
[] Write In.
Sorry for the short update, but here it is. Quality of writing methinks really suffered a bit here. I blame my lazy brain for that. And the fact that I had to google up police radio codes and all that got me distracted. So happy voting and good night.
Eh, pretty sure the police will catch up with those skinheads. There is car plate ID after all. The more important thing to do would be (try) to explain why exactly have you beaten up a couple of skinheads and then webbed them up.
So you take a position that's in a much better position this time. Just in case. Then, the patrol car finally pulls up. Getting out of the vehicle, the officer in charge looks up and sees you on the wall. You could almost hear him muttering something about capes under his breath. Was wearing capes a trend with whatever superheroes around here or something?
"First night out?" The officer's voice brings you back to reality. You shake your head, "Nah, just swingin' about when I found this 10-20. Came in and took care of them and then all that." You respond.
Said officer seemed to consider your words for a bit, but he seemed surprised at your knowledge over the signal codes. "Right then lady, if you say so. Then we also received reports about gunfire happening in this area as well. You know anything about that?" Well, you were kinda hoping to keep that part for last.
Several minutes later, you've finally given your statement for what happened and the officer (Daniels) let you be on your way. Based off what he said, he suggested you try and contact this Protectorate or whatever it is. before you left though, you asked him about today's date. His response left you kinda speechless, but you'll worry about that later.
One thing you know for sure is that swinging around the city and stopping that crime has left you a tad hungry. And the fact that your wallet along with your cell phone and your clothes was left in your backpack. Back in your home dimension of what was it again? Yeah! Earth-65. You could bear with the minor hunger pangs for now but you'll have to find something to eat soon. Hopefully with as many corndogs as you can eat...
What was the date given?
[] January 2011. (The Thing happens)
[] March 2011. (Nothing happens)
[] April 2011. (Things really escalate now)
On the other hand, what should you do now?
[] Find this Protectorate and see what's all the big fuss.
[] Go dumpster diving! A stupid awesome shirt is waiting for you in there.
[] Write In.
Sorry for the short update, but here it is. Quality of writing methinks really suffered a bit here. I blame my lazy brain for that. And the fact that I had to google up police radio codes and all that got me distracted. So happy voting and good night.
Backbeat Rimshots Part 05
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Right. On one side, the January vote wins by a long mile. On the other hand, go looking for a stupid awesome shirt along with Protectorate check-up are tied so I'll try something different this time and try and fuse those two choices together. Here goes...
[X] January 2011. (The Thing Happens)
Right, even if you wanted to look up that Protectorate thing, might be smart to at least find a change of clothes somewhere first. Just in case. If there was anything you learned while traveling the multiverse, it was that you could never be too prepared for anything.
Landing in your friendly neighborhood charity site, you just managed to fish out one cool shirt and a pair of shoes and you are now set to go! The shirt hangs loose just the way you like it so no complaints. The only puzzling thing is that how could someone afford to throw something like this away? It still looks to be in great condition.
Stepping out of the alleyway, you make your way towards that big oil rig you saw by the bay. From the directions given to you by Officer Daniels, it's apparently the HQ for the local Protectorate branch. And to complicate things further, there was another group called the PRT or something like that. They dealt with what Daniels referred to as 'Parahumans'.
Well, at least you got off on a (somewhat) right foot with the local cops so that's something? Eventually, you arrive at the pier and you can honestly say this.
You're not impressed at all. But then again, not everyone gets to go on an adventure to save the multiverse and see a whole lot of crazy stuff so you may have to lower your standards a bit. Checking the nearby sign, you almost feel incredulous about the amount of publicity this Protectorate gets. The cynical side whispers that it seemed more like a government funded publicity stunt if nothing else. That part is quickly webbed up and tossed aside.
Just as you where debating over should you go sit for the tour or not, the pain hits you. You feel as if a spike was driven into your head. Your spidey-sense screaming in your head, telling you something but you can't decipher what. You don't even remember falling to the ground at all. All you remember was all encompassing pain and something telling you to obey.
After several minutes of agony, the pain finally dulls. Enough for you to be aware of someone checking on you.
"Are you alright there?" a voice asks. Looking up, you see who the voice belongs to. At least it was a nice face to look at. Despite being out of your age range and all that. "Are you all right Miss?" he repeats.
"Urgh." you grunt while getting back up to your feet. "Stacy. I'm all right, just a minor migraine. Mr.-?"
"Stansfield. Dean Stansfield. Do you need me to take you to a hospital or something Miss?" he asks, clearly concerned.
As you where about to answer, you could feel a ping coming off your spidey-sense. Acting something like a...tracking beacon of sort. Calling out for you. What could cause it to be so? What should you do?
[] Go and take the tour.
[] Go with Mr. Stansfield to the Hospital to put him at ease.
[] Follow the signal using your 'spider-sense'.
[] Write-in.
Aaaaaaand here we go! If there is any questions feel free to ask. If it concerns the Web of Life and the Master Weaver's reaction, I guess maybe in future chapters? I really didn't think this one through did I...
[X] January 2011. (The Thing Happens)
Right, even if you wanted to look up that Protectorate thing, might be smart to at least find a change of clothes somewhere first. Just in case. If there was anything you learned while traveling the multiverse, it was that you could never be too prepared for anything.
Landing in your friendly neighborhood charity site, you just managed to fish out one cool shirt and a pair of shoes and you are now set to go! The shirt hangs loose just the way you like it so no complaints. The only puzzling thing is that how could someone afford to throw something like this away? It still looks to be in great condition.
Stepping out of the alleyway, you make your way towards that big oil rig you saw by the bay. From the directions given to you by Officer Daniels, it's apparently the HQ for the local Protectorate branch. And to complicate things further, there was another group called the PRT or something like that. They dealt with what Daniels referred to as 'Parahumans'.
Well, at least you got off on a (somewhat) right foot with the local cops so that's something? Eventually, you arrive at the pier and you can honestly say this.
You're not impressed at all. But then again, not everyone gets to go on an adventure to save the multiverse and see a whole lot of crazy stuff so you may have to lower your standards a bit. Checking the nearby sign, you almost feel incredulous about the amount of publicity this Protectorate gets. The cynical side whispers that it seemed more like a government funded publicity stunt if nothing else. That part is quickly webbed up and tossed aside.
Just as you where debating over should you go sit for the tour or not, the pain hits you. You feel as if a spike was driven into your head. Your spidey-sense screaming in your head, telling you something but you can't decipher what. You don't even remember falling to the ground at all. All you remember was all encompassing pain and something telling you to obey.
After several minutes of agony, the pain finally dulls. Enough for you to be aware of someone checking on you.
"Are you alright there?" a voice asks. Looking up, you see who the voice belongs to. At least it was a nice face to look at. Despite being out of your age range and all that. "Are you all right Miss?" he repeats.
"Urgh." you grunt while getting back up to your feet. "Stacy. I'm all right, just a minor migraine. Mr.-?"
"Stansfield. Dean Stansfield. Do you need me to take you to a hospital or something Miss?" he asks, clearly concerned.
As you where about to answer, you could feel a ping coming off your spidey-sense. Acting something like a...tracking beacon of sort. Calling out for you. What could cause it to be so? What should you do?
[] Go and take the tour.
[] Go with Mr. Stansfield to the Hospital to put him at ease.
[] Follow the signal using your 'spider-sense'.
[] Write-in.
Aaaaaaand here we go! If there is any questions feel free to ask. If it concerns the Web of Life and the Master Weaver's reaction, I guess maybe in future chapters? I really didn't think this one through did I...
Backbeat Rimshots Part 06
bluekun
I draw stuff (Commissions Slots Open)
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Votes are locked and here's the chapter.
[X] Follow the signal using your 'spider-sense'.
"No, thanks. I'm fine," you respond. Whatever that set off your sense like that, it's definitely something worth looking in to. The main thing now is to find a safe spot to change back into costume first.
"Are you sure about that? It might be better if you at least come in for a checkup," Mr. Stansfield still being concerned. Just a few minutes with this guy and already you get the 'polite gentleman' vibe from him.
Despite his insistence, you managed to make your excuses and get away. After clearing a block or so, you duck into another alleyway before changing into your costume. Wrapping your shirt and shoes into a hastily made rucksack, you take off.
The signal somehow is pinging your 'spidey-sense'. Not many things can produce the same frequency as that, so that narrows the pool. Any remaining Inheritors (if they're out there) is definitely not on the list. At least this'll be a good practice for you. Following the signal, you find it coming from...a highschool? That was unexpected...
Wait, that building was a school? The amount of graffiti on the building walls seem to say otherwise. As far as you can tell, the signal is coming from somewhere in the building. Landing on the rooftop, you quickly change back into your everyday clothes. Considering that you just graduated from highschool, you should be able to blend in somewhat.
Inside the building, the hallways look like it's seen better days. But it seems to be deserted now. A quick glance at the clock indicates classes must still be in session, so you'll have to be a bit more cautious when moving about.
Following your 'sense', you eventually find that the signal is strongest from the locker room. Narrowing it down, you find a massive stench coming from...somewhere. Did the janitor slack off or something. The stench seems almost overpowering along with the signal now. Almost as if it's trying to force your obedience.
Approaching the locker you think the stench is coming from, you knock on the door.
"Hello? Is there anyone in there?" you ask. For all you know, there could be no one in there and that someone left their bologna sandwich in there for too long but it was worth a shot, right?
No response. So you try knocking again. "Hello?"
There! You almost couldn't hear it, someone was inside there, muttering about too much noise or something.
Not good, the person in there is most likely delirious, so you need to take immediate action. How should you do this?
[] Rip the door off. You have the strength, and the hinges don't look too strong.
[] Smash the padlock. It looks worn, and the school (hopefully) won't charge you as much.
[] Call for the janitor. Common sense, right?
After you deal with the locker door, what should you do next?
[] Carry her and swing to the hospital.
[] Call 911.
[] (If janitor option is selected) Wait for the ambulance to arrive.
[] Write-in.
Edit: Now comes with Threadmarks.
[X] Follow the signal using your 'spider-sense'.
"No, thanks. I'm fine," you respond. Whatever that set off your sense like that, it's definitely something worth looking in to. The main thing now is to find a safe spot to change back into costume first.
"Are you sure about that? It might be better if you at least come in for a checkup," Mr. Stansfield still being concerned. Just a few minutes with this guy and already you get the 'polite gentleman' vibe from him.
Despite his insistence, you managed to make your excuses and get away. After clearing a block or so, you duck into another alleyway before changing into your costume. Wrapping your shirt and shoes into a hastily made rucksack, you take off.
The signal somehow is pinging your 'spidey-sense'. Not many things can produce the same frequency as that, so that narrows the pool. Any remaining Inheritors (if they're out there) is definitely not on the list. At least this'll be a good practice for you. Following the signal, you find it coming from...a highschool? That was unexpected...
Wait, that building was a school? The amount of graffiti on the building walls seem to say otherwise. As far as you can tell, the signal is coming from somewhere in the building. Landing on the rooftop, you quickly change back into your everyday clothes. Considering that you just graduated from highschool, you should be able to blend in somewhat.
Inside the building, the hallways look like it's seen better days. But it seems to be deserted now. A quick glance at the clock indicates classes must still be in session, so you'll have to be a bit more cautious when moving about.
Following your 'sense', you eventually find that the signal is strongest from the locker room. Narrowing it down, you find a massive stench coming from...somewhere. Did the janitor slack off or something. The stench seems almost overpowering along with the signal now. Almost as if it's trying to force your obedience.
Approaching the locker you think the stench is coming from, you knock on the door.
"Hello? Is there anyone in there?" you ask. For all you know, there could be no one in there and that someone left their bologna sandwich in there for too long but it was worth a shot, right?
No response. So you try knocking again. "Hello?"
There! You almost couldn't hear it, someone was inside there, muttering about too much noise or something.
Not good, the person in there is most likely delirious, so you need to take immediate action. How should you do this?
[] Rip the door off. You have the strength, and the hinges don't look too strong.
[] Smash the padlock. It looks worn, and the school (hopefully) won't charge you as much.
[] Call for the janitor. Common sense, right?
After you deal with the locker door, what should you do next?
[] Carry her and swing to the hospital.
[] Call 911.
[] (If janitor option is selected) Wait for the ambulance to arrive.
[] Write-in.
Edit: Now comes with Threadmarks.
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Backbeat Rimshots Part 07
bluekun
I draw stuff (Commissions Slots Open)
- Location
- Home
[X] Smash the padlock. It looks worn, and the school (hopefully) won't charge you as much.
Without wasting anytime, you grab the padlock and with a sharp twist, rip it apart. The metal never quite standing a chance against your strength. With that dealt with, you open the locker door, and immediately recoil back in disgust. What did they stuff into that locker apart from the girl that just fell into your arms?
Where those...tampons? And, oh that is far enough. Just get the girl to safety first, like a hospital. And ice-cream. Hopefully lots of it. What your dad taught you races back to mind. She seems to be breathing fine. She seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness, so medical help now would be very welcome. But how are you going to do so?
[X] Call 911.
There should be a public phone somewhere in the school. Think Gwen, what do you remember from Midtown High? Right! There should be a few public phones by the cafeteria? Worth a shot.
Loading the comatose girl onto your back, you quickly run to the hallways leading to the cafeteria. On the way, you aren't sure if you should be concerned over the lack of hall patrolers or relieved. Arriving at the payphones, you quickly dial 911. Within a few minutes, you can hear the operator on the other end.
A few minutes later, having made your report and reassured that the paramedics where on their way, your shoulders slump in relief. Which led to the next question. What should you do? They requested that you to stay around so you can provide your statement, but there was one snag. You didn't have any identification nor where you registered to this school in the first place. How would you even explain what where you doing out of class in the first place?
You could wait for the paramedics to arrive but there most likely would be a lot of awkward questions. You could leave her for the paramedics by the locker. With that, you made your choice...
[] Stay for the paramedics. The girl looks like she needs some comfort.
[] Leave her by the locker. Too many awkward questions.
[] Write-in
Short update is short.
Without wasting anytime, you grab the padlock and with a sharp twist, rip it apart. The metal never quite standing a chance against your strength. With that dealt with, you open the locker door, and immediately recoil back in disgust. What did they stuff into that locker apart from the girl that just fell into your arms?
Where those...tampons? And, oh that is far enough. Just get the girl to safety first, like a hospital. And ice-cream. Hopefully lots of it. What your dad taught you races back to mind. She seems to be breathing fine. She seemed to be fading in and out of consciousness, so medical help now would be very welcome. But how are you going to do so?
[X] Call 911.
There should be a public phone somewhere in the school. Think Gwen, what do you remember from Midtown High? Right! There should be a few public phones by the cafeteria? Worth a shot.
Loading the comatose girl onto your back, you quickly run to the hallways leading to the cafeteria. On the way, you aren't sure if you should be concerned over the lack of hall patrolers or relieved. Arriving at the payphones, you quickly dial 911. Within a few minutes, you can hear the operator on the other end.
A few minutes later, having made your report and reassured that the paramedics where on their way, your shoulders slump in relief. Which led to the next question. What should you do? They requested that you to stay around so you can provide your statement, but there was one snag. You didn't have any identification nor where you registered to this school in the first place. How would you even explain what where you doing out of class in the first place?
You could wait for the paramedics to arrive but there most likely would be a lot of awkward questions. You could leave her for the paramedics by the locker. With that, you made your choice...
[] Stay for the paramedics. The girl looks like she needs some comfort.
[] Leave her by the locker. Too many awkward questions.
[] Write-in
Short update is short.
Backbeat Rimshots Part 08
bluekun
I draw stuff (Commissions Slots Open)
- Location
- Home
[X] Stay for the paramedics. The girl looks like she needs some comfort.
As you wait for the paramedics to arrive, you observe the comatose girl. You know she's definitely delirious judging by some of the lines she's spouting. Like "Make it stop" and "Too bright." Did she pick up super powers or something from being stuffed into a locker filled with waste products? Cause if she did, you don't even want to begin to consider how messed in the head she is. And from the looks of it, she won't be waking up anytime soon. Poor girl.
Soon, you hear the sounds of sirens approaching. That's twice today now you hear sirens blaring now and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. As the girl is strapped in and wheeled onto the ambulance, one of the paramedics approaches you.
"Miss, were you the one who made the 911 report? If you are, could you please come with us? There were a few people who'd like to take your statement regarding the report."
Giving your consent, you proceed to board the ambulance with the rest of the paramedics. Say, you don't see paramedics of mediterranean descent often.
"Door me."
Door what? The next thing you know, a wave of nausea and blackness passes over you. When you managed to recover your senses, you find yourself in some underground base of sorts. Gee, supervillian much? Only then you realize that your spidey-senses was blaring for a while. You must've overlooked it due to being in such close proximity to whatever it was. All you know was it deafen you long enough to completely ignore a 'regular' warning.
As you brace yourself for whatever that may come when the 'paramedic' raised both arms to show that she's unarmed before speaking.
"Peace, Ms. Stacy. We are not looking for a fight."
They know your identity? Shit, shit, shit! Who were these people? The same ones that sent you here? How did they even find out your name?
Said mediterranean woman seemed to catch on to your thoughts considering what came out of her mouth next.
"We came across your identity when we tracked you through your 911 call. All we wish to do is talk and hopefully, your cooperation."
For starters, what was up with the whole "we" business that woman had going? Second, what was this bull going on if they could track you through public phone calls? Doesn't that count as violation of multiple privacy laws? Or did they never gone through Watergate(perish the thought)? At least they seem willing to talk for now, and you're not sure how long that courtesy would last. So you'd better play this carefully.
What should you do?
[] Talk.
-[] Write-in what you wished to talk/question about.
[] People who go that far to talk to you obviously has to be up to no good. Run away! (The obviously dumb choice)
[] Ask/demand for a stupid awesome shirt. And corndogs. Then talk.
Yowzah. I'm really having a crap day with interweb connections and class assignments. You know it's bad when you don' even get the 'draft save' text appearing and you forget to bring your art materials for your morning Drawing Studies class and the store you're eating at completely forgets your order. Ah well, update posted and I guess I should stop me rant at this part.
As you wait for the paramedics to arrive, you observe the comatose girl. You know she's definitely delirious judging by some of the lines she's spouting. Like "Make it stop" and "Too bright." Did she pick up super powers or something from being stuffed into a locker filled with waste products? Cause if she did, you don't even want to begin to consider how messed in the head she is. And from the looks of it, she won't be waking up anytime soon. Poor girl.
Soon, you hear the sounds of sirens approaching. That's twice today now you hear sirens blaring now and you aren't sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. As the girl is strapped in and wheeled onto the ambulance, one of the paramedics approaches you.
"Miss, were you the one who made the 911 report? If you are, could you please come with us? There were a few people who'd like to take your statement regarding the report."
Giving your consent, you proceed to board the ambulance with the rest of the paramedics. Say, you don't see paramedics of mediterranean descent often.
"Door me."
Door what? The next thing you know, a wave of nausea and blackness passes over you. When you managed to recover your senses, you find yourself in some underground base of sorts. Gee, supervillian much? Only then you realize that your spidey-senses was blaring for a while. You must've overlooked it due to being in such close proximity to whatever it was. All you know was it deafen you long enough to completely ignore a 'regular' warning.
As you brace yourself for whatever that may come when the 'paramedic' raised both arms to show that she's unarmed before speaking.
"Peace, Ms. Stacy. We are not looking for a fight."
They know your identity? Shit, shit, shit! Who were these people? The same ones that sent you here? How did they even find out your name?
Said mediterranean woman seemed to catch on to your thoughts considering what came out of her mouth next.
"We came across your identity when we tracked you through your 911 call. All we wish to do is talk and hopefully, your cooperation."
For starters, what was up with the whole "we" business that woman had going? Second, what was this bull going on if they could track you through public phone calls? Doesn't that count as violation of multiple privacy laws? Or did they never gone through Watergate(perish the thought)? At least they seem willing to talk for now, and you're not sure how long that courtesy would last. So you'd better play this carefully.
What should you do?
[] Talk.
-[] Write-in what you wished to talk/question about.
[] People who go that far to talk to you obviously has to be up to no good. Run away! (The obviously dumb choice)
[] Ask/demand for a stupid awesome shirt. And corndogs. Then talk.
Yowzah. I'm really having a crap day with interweb connections and class assignments. You know it's bad when you don' even get the 'draft save' text appearing and you forget to bring your art materials for your morning Drawing Studies class and the store you're eating at completely forgets your order. Ah well, update posted and I guess I should stop me rant at this part.