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Anyone else wants to vote? According to the QM, there's not much time left now.

It's all Plan Corvus with 8 votes against "Bearer Seek Seek Lest" with 7.
 
Voting is closed. Chapter should be up tomorrow or the day after. Winner, (by one vote. Geez):

[X]Plan "Bearer Seek Seek Lest"
-[X] Female
-[X] Experimental Subject
-[X] Fire Seer: When I look at a fire, I get...visions. It's not a bullshit precog skill that lets me see the future with certainty, but I can get a general idea of what might or might not happen in the future. The further I look, the more imprecise it becomes. Good thing it comes with some minor pyrokinesis, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to melt those idiots' faces off and escape. Also, I can't get burnt and I feel as though there was something inside me all the time...eh, it's probably nothing. And although the Spontaneous Combustion may be a bit annoying at times, I already got used to it.
Positive Traits:
-[X] Genius (-2)
-[X] Charismatic (-3)
-[X] Former CIA (-1)
Negative Traits:
-[X] Lazy (+2)
-[X] Physically Weak (+1)
-[X] Bloodthirsty (+1)
-[X] Compulsive Liar (+1)
-[X] Debt (+1)

Vote Tally : Original - Bad Guy | Page 3 | Sufficient Velocity
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[X]Plan "Bearer Seek Seek Lest"
-[X] Female
-[X] Experimental Subject
-[X] Fire Seer: When I look at a fire, I get...visions. It's not a bullshit precog skill that lets me see the future with certainty, but I can get a general idea of what might or might not happen in the future. The further I look, the more imprecise it becomes. Good thing it comes with some minor pyrokinesis, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to melt those idiots' faces off and escape. Also, I can't get burnt and I feel as though there was something inside me all the time...eh, it's probably nothing. And although the Spontaneous Combustion may be a bit annoying at times, I already got used to it.
-[X] Genius (-2)
-[X] Charismatic (-3)
-[X] Former CIA (-1)
-[X] Lazy (+2)
-[X] Physically Weak (+1)
-[X] Bloodthirsty (+1)
-[X] Compulsive Liar (+1)
-[X] Debt (+1)
No. of Votes: 9
Plan: ◈"Bearer Seek Seek Lest"
BBBence1111
ChildishChimera
dunk1010
FourmyleOfCeres
PotentialPlateau
Pyro Hawk
Shadow-86
The Oldman
tricholysis

[X] Plan Corvus
-[X] Male
-[X] Experimental Subject
-[X] Calamitous Pyrokinesis
-[X] Experienced (-1): Nobody can prove anything.
-[X] Charismatic (-3): They'll all just be lining up to die for me.
-[X] Ultra-savvy (-2): I'm an ultranerd. I know everything there is to know about all the heroes and villains around here. (Cannot select Genre-Savvy)
-[X] Bloodthirsty (+1): I like to get my hands dirty.
-[X] Lazy (+2): Why do something when I can get someone else to do it for me?
-[X] Batshit (+3): Shhh! They are listening! They are everywhere. EVERYWHERE!
No. of Votes: 8
Plan: ◈Corvus
Corvus Black
Cybandeath
Gamefreak1ed
JaceAoT
Knightking
MasterDrakus
Maxcat
williams1996

[X] Plan: Minions! To Me!
-[X] Female
-[X] No Powers: I don't need ultrapowers. I'll rule the world without them.
-[X] Sexy (-1)
-[X] Charismatic (-3)
-[X] Ultra-savvy (-2)
-[X] Genius (-2)
-[X] Lazy (+2)
-[X] Batshit (+3)
-[X] Physically Weak (+1)
No. of Votes: 3
Plan: ◈Minions! To Me!
Hannz
Lord Shadow
Night_stalker

[X] Plan: Sly Devil with a Mean Streak
-[X] Male
-[X] Traded My Soul
-[X] Possession
-[X] Experienced (-1): Nobody can prove anything.
-[X] Genre-Savvy (-1): I'm very self-aware, maybe too self-aware… (Cannot select Ultra-Savvy.)
-[X] Well-connected (-1): I know anybody who's anybody.
-[X] Impulsive (+1): Planning is boring. I work best on instinct.
-[X] Temper (+1): I do not react well when things don't go my way.
-[X] Bloodthirsty (+1): I like to get my hands dirty.
No. of Votes: 2
Plan: ◈Sly Devil with a Mean Streak
Inf0mercial
Nevill

[X]Plan The World is Mine
-[X] Female
-[X] No Powers
-[X] No Powers
-[X] Genre-Savvy (-1): I'm very self-aware, maybe too self-aware… (Cannot select Ultra-Savvy.)
-[X] Rich (-2): I have amassed a fortune over the years through hard work and, uh, out of the box thinking. (Cannot pick Debt.)
-[X] Well-connected (-1): I know anybody who's anybody.
-[X] Charismatic (-3): They'll all just be lining up to die for me.
-[X] Compulsive Liar (+1): 'Reality' is just a bunch of bullshit. The line between truth and lies is not fuzzy, it's nonexistent.
-[X] Batshit (+3): Shhh! They are listening! They are everywhere. EVERYWHERE!
-[X] Temper (+1): I do not react well when things don't go my way.
No. of Votes: 1
Plan: ◈The World is Mine
Blackfyre

[X] Plan Erehwon
-[X] Male
-[X] Experimental Subject
-[X] Possession
-[X] Charismatic (-3): They'll all just be lining up to die for me.
-[X] Genius (-2): I can think circles around these fools.
-[X] Ultra-savvy (-2): I'm an ultranerd. I know everything there is to know about all the heroes and villains around here. (Cannot select Genre-Savvy)
-[X] Debt (+1): I owe a lot of people a lot of money. (Cannot pick Rich.)
-[X] Impulsive (+1): Planning is boring. I work best on instinct.
-[X] Temper (+1): I do not react well when things don't go my way.
-[X] Bloodthirsty (+1): I like to get my hands dirty.
-[X] Batshit (+3): Shhh! They are listening! They are everywhere. EVERYWHERE!
No. of Votes: 1
Plan: ◈Erehwon
Erehwon

[X] Plan This Body Sucks, I'll Borrow Yours
-[X] ???
-[X] Accident
-[X] Possession
-[X] Genius (-2): I can think circles around these fools.
-[X] Experienced (-1): Nobody can prove anything.
-[X] Physically Weak (+1): I'm not really a physical person. (Cannot Pick Former Military or Krav Maga)
-[X] Addict (+1): I need to blow off some steam every once and a while. Sue me.
-[X] Debt (+1): I owe a lot of people a lot of money. (Cannot pick Rich.)
No. of Votes: 1
Plan: ◈This Body Sucks, I'll Borrow Yours
veekie

[X] Male
[X] No Powers
- [X] Genius
- [X] Rich
- [X] Bloodthirsty
- [X] Temper
No. of Votes: 1
Cryptix

Total No. of Voters: 26
 
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theimpetus said:
If you guys make some bad choices and have bad rolls, you could die or go to prison. If you go to prison, you'll have to break out and start over. If you die, you're dead.
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Whelp, I knew it was a good idea to go carefully. Getting tried for Crimes Against Humanity seems less possible now that we're not able to destroy whole city blocks and don't feel unnerved by the ever watchful eye of the Illumminati.
Actually, provided we cover our tracks well enough and don't have to deal with any Ultrahero with a particular set of skills useful for investigations, we should be able to avoid prison entirely.

That aside, no restarts. *PANIC*
Then again, we'll be able to identify threats before they strike. We can do this guys!
 
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Chapter 1: Where's My Money?
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    A/N: The world-building page has been updated, and the character page has been added to the second post. Beware of spoilers. I welcome any constructive criticism/advice on writing or running a quest. Don't be polite. I have a thick skin.


    I stepped out of my apartment building into the alley, and fished around in my pocket for my smokes and lighter. After a thirty seconds of cursing, I managed to detangle the pack from the papers I'd shoved in there. I slipped two out, and walked over to the dumpster down the alley. I kicked (probably harder than I needed to, heh) the bum sleeping beside the trash.

    "Whuh? Mhhum…" The bum sat up. I handed him a smoke.

    I sparked the lighter, but something in the flame caught my attention. The fire flickered into the shape of woman. She was falling over. Suddenly, I felt someone push me. I fell to ground. Thankfully, my face was kind enough to take the brunt of it. I felt someone grab my hair, and I was pulled to my knees. I started reaching for my pistol, but my arm was pulled into an uncomfortable angle and held there by a strong grip.

    "Nope. You go for a weapon again, and my friend will slam your face back into the ground, hard. Maybe hard enough that you won't be getting back up," a voice from behind me said. He let go of my arm.

    The guy holding my hair, goon number one, twisted my head, so I was looking up at him. "Leroy says, 'Hi.'"

    "Shit... Look, I have a job coming up in a couple days. I'll be able to pay him, but I need my limbs unbroken to get it done," I said.

    He pulled me up to a standing position by my hair, and shoved me face first against the wall of my building. My face stung like a bitch from the fall. God, I just wanted to melt the mother fucker's hand off. I wanted to hear the delicious screech of someone feeling their skin literally bubble and slough off, but that would have been unwise. I lived here. Don't shit where you eat and all that, but I half hoped I accidentally combusted and burned him, so I'd have to have finish the job.

    "I'm sick of your bullshit, Laura. You've told me you have a job coming up every fucking time I see you." He pushed me harder into the wall. "I'm thinking we ought to show you that we're fucking serious."

    "No, no. I get you're serious. I do have a job coming up, I swear. In my right pocket. Check my right pocket." I felt him shove his hand into my pocket and pull out the wad of papers.

    He let go of my hair, and I heard the rustle of him looking through my notes. I turned around to face him, and goon number two, his backup, who stood behind with his tattooed and muscled arms crossed. Goon number one was reading the notes with a scowl on his face. He looked up at me. "Five grand. Friday. If you don't come through, I'm gonna fuck up your face permanently next time." He threw the papers on the ground, and walked off. Goon number two gave me a glare and the followed his buddy.

    I reached up and felt my scraped up face. Shit. I reached down and grabbed my notes, shoving them back in my pocket. I looked over at the dumpster. "Thanks for the help, Jeremy. I can see why you live in a fucking alley, you coward."

    "Thanks for the cigarette, Laura. Good luck," I heard him mumble from behind the dumpster.

    "Yeah. Three days to find five grand. I'm gonna need some luck." I sighed and looked to see where my smokes had dropped.

    XXX
    ​
    God, this was a bad idea. The last time I'd done this, I'd canvassed the place for six months, and I'd stopped working as a Security Consultant for the mark's neighbor four months before the job. I only had a month canvassing this place, and I was still helping the guy next door improve his security.

    I needed the money, though. Even if I decided not to pay Leroy that five grand, I had to pay rent and eat. My 'real job' just didn't cut it, and the money from the last robbery was nearly evaporated. It was expensive living in Puritan City, even worse than D.C. had been.
    ​
    I stepped into the guard post. The guard was unconscious, lying in a pool of coffee… I sniffed, yep, and his own piss. Good thing he was so punctual about his caffeine consumption. It made drugging him a lot easier. I checked the camera feed. All black. Good.

    I shrugged off my bag, and pulled out a rag, tape, my needle and zip ties. I injected him with a second dose, just in case. It wouldn't kill him, probably. I zip tied his hands and feet together. I shoved the rag into his mouth, and rapped the tape around his eyes and gagged mouth, making it nice and tight.

    I slipped out the station, and made my way by the fountains, statues of half-naked women, beautiful landscaping with a variety of flowers, trees and hedges trimmed into the female shape. They were all starting to die now that fall was setting in, but it was still beautiful.

    Yeah, hopefully this guy ended up hiring me, like the last mark. (If you tell your neighbor, 'Hey, I got robbed.' He'll recommend that Security Consultant he knows). If he did, I'd have to ask which landscaping company he used. It'd be good to know for whenever I got my own manor.

    Eventually, I made my way to the back door. One of them anyways, this place was fucking ginormous. I dropped my bag and took a knee. I clicked my headlight on, and I pulled out the liquid nitrogen can, chisel and hammer from my back. I sprayed the lock with the nitrogen, watching frost form across the surface. I put the can back in my bag. I took the chisel, resting the narrow end against the lock and then tapped the chisel with the hammer once, twice, three times the charm. The lock shattered into a bunch of pieces, falling all over the ground.

    I shoved the door open, and was met with the ringing of the alarm. I quickly stood and moved down the hall. I slid up to the alarm system key pad, and punched in the code. A robotic woman's voice came from the speaker by the number pad. "Welcome home, Mr. Turner."

    "Thanks, babe, but 'Mr. Turner' is out of town." I responded. "Tonight, this place is mine."

    XXX
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    "Oh. Shit. Shit fuck bitch motherfucker." I'm so royally fucked. I stood in the basement, behind five hidden doors. Boy, had that been a fun puzzle. I expected to find either some kind of sex dungeon or some really valuable shit. Nope.

    I'd found a few costumed mannequins and a military grade armory. It was one huge, featureless, concrete room with racks and racks of guns, crates of ammo and explosives, and not just any costumes, three sets of an Ultrahero costume. Not just any Ultrahero, either. It was The Lion's costume. It was a black spandex suit, yellow gloves/boots and a Lion mask. Of course I stumbled onto one of the goddamned most fucking powerful Ultras in the city. He was one of the first Ultras to put on a mask and take the law into his own hands, back when Puritan City had been policed by the military, and there was a shoot on sight order for any unregistered Ultra.

    Of course, The Lion could take machine gun fire to the face and shrug it off with a laugh. Fuckshit. Of all the goddamned houses I could have robbed, it had to be his. Jesus, he needed to hire me. His security was awful. I massaged my forehead a little. This was giving me a headache.

    XXX​
    The Lion: You look into your lighter, thinking hard about The Lion. You see a large man (about The Lion's proportions), lying on his back, laughing. He's holding a drink.

    What Now? (Select One Option):
    [] [Now?] Get the hell out of dodge. Lock the hidden doors behind you, and stash the stuff you already stole (his wife's jewelry, the painting and a few hundred in cash) at your client's house, next door.
    [] [Now?] Re-lock the hidden doors and leave the armory untouched, but continue to rob the house. He doesn't need to know the thief uncovered his identity. Then stash the stuff.
    [] [Now?] Screw it. You already started, you might as well finish. If this is his lair, he probably has some valuable and potentially useful gear. Then stash the stuff.
    - [] [Now?] Leave the symbol of his nemesis, Skull, on the wall. He'll be too scared at the idea that his enemy figured out his secret identity to actually figure out the truth.
    - [] [Now?] Just leave after you're done.
    [] [Now?] Write in

    Leroy: You see Leroy in the flames. He is on the ground, curled in a ball. He is kneeling. He is smirking. He is frowning.

    The Loan Shark (Select One Option):
    You owe Leroy ten grand now. He want's half of it the day after tomorrow. What do you do about it?
    [] [Shark] Kill him, and those goons he keeps sending after you. The dead don't collect debts.
    [] [Shark] Sell the shit you stole, and pay him as much as you can. You'll find some other way to get the rent, and food.
    [] [Shark] Sell the shit you stole, and pay him some of what you got. Tell him it's all you have.
    - [] [Shark] Offer to do a job for him in the meantime.
    - [] [Shark] Ask him for a bit more time. You'll get him the rest.
    [] [Shark] Write In

    D.C.: You see... a brain connected to a webbing of intricate machinery.

    Investigate (Select One Option):
    After you deal with Leroy, maybe you should take a trip back to DC and talk to some old friends. You can't straight up ask them about your kidnapping, of course, but you can fish for info. If you decide to go, who should you look up first?
    [] [Investigate] It's time to look into the people that kidnapped you, and gave you these powers.
    - [] [Investigate] Talk to your old buddy, Derrick, at the agency. He's a finance guy, and a project like this costs money. If the CIA is the one behind this, he'll know something useful, but he might not want to tell you…
    - [] [Investigate] Talk to Morgan, an agency subcontractor who does the things agents can't. If it was government, he'll probably be involved or know someone who is. If it's corporate, he might know too. If he's in on it, though...
    - [] [Investigate] Talk to Rita, your best friend from when you worked at the agency. You can't really trust anybody, but you can trust her the most. Who knows if she has any info, but it's worth a shot.
    [] [Investigate] Don't make contact with anybody. You relocated here from D.C., and created this identity for a reason. You'll find some other way to look into it.
    [] [Investigate] Don't look into it. Leave that shit in the past.


    EDIT: A/N 2: I added in flame readings before each decision. The way this works will likely change next chapter.
     
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    • [x] [Now?] Screw it. You already started, you might as well finish. If this is his lair, he probably has some valuable and potentially useful gear. Then stash the stuff.
    - [x] [Now?] Leave the symbol of his nemesis, Skull, on the wall. He'll be too scared at the idea that his enemy figured out his secret identity to actually figure out the truth.
    [x] [Shark] Sell the shit you stole, and pay him some of what you got. Tell him it's all you have.
    - [x] [Shark] Offer to do a job for him in the meantime.
    [x] [Investigate] It's time to look into the people that kidnapped you, and gave you these powers.
    - [x] [Investigate] Talk to your old buddy, Derrick, at the agency. He's a finance guy, and a project like this costs money. If the CIA is the one behind this, he'll know something useful, but he might not want to tell you…
     
    What Now? (Select One Option):
    [X] [Now?] Re-lock the hidden doors and leave the armory untouched, but continue to rob the house. He doesn't need to know the thief uncovered his identity. Then stash the stuff.

    The Loan Shark (Select One Option):
    You owe Leroy ten grand now. He want's half of it the day after tomorrow. What do you do about it?
    [X] [Shark] Kill him, and those goons he keeps sending after you. The dead don't collect debts.


    Investigate (Select One Option):
    After you deal with Leroy, maybe you should take a trip back to DC and talk to some old friends. You can't straight up ask them about your kidnapping, of course, but you can fish for info. If you decide to go, who should you look up first?
    [X] [Investigate] It's time to look into the people that kidnapped you, and gave you these powers.
    - [X] [Investigate] Talk to your old buddy, Derrick, at the agency. He's a finance guy, and a project like this costs money. If the CIA is the one behind this, he'll know something useful, but he might not want to tell you…
     
    Interesting...here are my thoughts for the votes.
    1. While Lion is out for the time being, we activated the alarm. We deactivated it soon after, sure, but if he had a way to receive a notification on, say, his cellphone, then he knows someone is in his house, which would suck major ass.

    2. I some how doubt that our debt problems will go away that easily. We haven't killed Mr. Leroy (Jenkins?) yet for a reason. He might be someone's subordinate, and killing him would piss off that person.

    3. It'd be for the best if we kept a low profile and stayed put, but if we have to choose one of our friends from Langley, Rita is our best shot when starting out. We trust her for a reason and she most likely won't run her mouth if asked about us. Slow and steady is what'll win this race, we don't have resources or manpower yet, so it'd be best to hold it off for now.
    @theimpetus how long does it take us to see things in the flames? If it takes only a few seconds then checking out the near future would be a viable option to take before committing to a course of action?
     
    [X] [Now?] Use our phone to record the footage of the Lion's secret identity. Then re-lock the doors and keep robbing the house. Then stash the stuff.

    Free stuff and information. Though his security (apparently) sucks, no need to be blatant about it.

    [X] [Shark] Kill him, and those goons he keeps sending after you. The dead don't collect debts.

    Eh, fuck that guy...

    [X] [Investigate] Don't look into it. Leave that shit in the past.
     
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    Night_stalker said:
    No, if it's like my alarm, you get 60 seconds to disarm it, THEN it starts going off.
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    I suck at telling apart sarcasm in the internet. Was that the sarcasm you mentioned in your sig?
    If no, then your plan (regarding our situation with Lion, at least) seems good enough for me.

    tricholysis said:
    [X] [Investigate] Don't look into it. Leave that shit in the past.
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    That'll bite us in the ass when we least expect it, I just know it.
     
    Night_stalker said:
    No, I tend to be a bit more obvious.

    Point is, alarms like this give you time to enter the disarm code, then start going all DEFCON 1.
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    Then the plan to take the shit outside his armory sounds nice.
    I WILL however, refrain from voting until I get an answer from the QM.

    I also have a devious, but potentially dangerous plan.
    We don't take a single thing other than a Lion suit to dump it on Leroy without him finding out, leave directions to his place on the floor of the armory, leave the doors wide open, activate the alarm (remotely if possible) and grab some popcorn.

    Of course, this can go wrong on several ways and might not be worth it, but I'm just leaving it out there.
     
    The Oldman said:
    how long does it take us to see things in the flames? If it takes only a few seconds then checking out the near future would be a viable option to take before committing to a course of action?
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    EDIT: See my next post.

    Night_stalker said:
    Point is, alarms like this give you time to enter the disarm code, then start going all DEFCON 1.
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    Yep. The alarm was beeping at you to enter the code, not to signal a break in.
     
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    The Oldman said:
    Then the plan to take the shit outside his armory sounds nice.
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    Honestly, I don't want to even look at the armory. For all we know, the stuff's rigged with enough sensors to capture our biometrics down to our fingernail length if we breath on the suits hard enough.

    Plus, you know a fence willing to take a legit suit like that? And not willing to turn us in for a reward and or getting to keep his skull intact from an angry Lion?
     
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