KitRougard
Blatant furry. Deal with it.
- Location
- wherever I feel like~
- Pronouns
- He/She
Quick, if you get involved now, you get to choose which skin Doof'll use for the playthrough!
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DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- the Netherworld Dood
Okay good thought for a second this quest was cancelled and I missed it.
You'll know that that the quest has been cancelled when you wake up tomorrow hearing this song.
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
My hope is we have enough information to be worried and paying attention and then when something comes up that clearly fits the terms we'll jump on it.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
The last one also didn't help all that much? I mean, sure, vague warning, sharing it with Xanatos, expecting (something) to go down, but we never did identify the person who could help us find Star, who we can probably retroactively guess was Angela now.
Interlude: Fredzilla Meets Agent Unknown, Part I- Ring Out
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Agent Russ watched impassively as a repurposed, hot rod Omnidroid attempted to crush a purple, segmented worm bot twisting and writhing at its feet. The robot wriggled its way across the floor of the battle pit, the crowd cheering wildly.
"Woo yeah, chop its legs up!" Max cheered, carelessly dropping pieces of his concession stand sashimi. "I didn't think you'd enjoy bot fighting, Russ."
"I don't have a problem with the sport, I have a problem with the…" Russ paused as the worm went flying through the air and landed in the crowd. A few moments later it flung itself back into the ring, blades spinning. The crowd let out another rousing cheer even as the bot missed a few of them by scant inches.
"Reckless endangerment." Russ finished. "If they'd put up some plexiglass and installed a fire alarm I'd be fine with it. I don't understand how bot fighting even became illegal in the first place."
"Because we wouldn't listen to losers like you!" a geisha in the crowd jeered. Russ sighed gently and lowered his voice a few more octaves.
Max chuckled. "This has been a great mission so far. Do you always slack off on Doofenshmirtz's dime?"
"We're not here for the fight." Russ replied.
"Then uh… why are we here?"
"Good Luck Alley is home to a considerable part of San Fransokyo's criminal element at their most comfortable. Few criminals are willing to work with someone like me unless I provide proof of peaceful intentions. Collateral. So, I attended an event that is, technically, not legal."
Max snorted. "Pfft. What sort of loser criminal thinks going to a bot fight is good enough to hold back a federal agent?"
Someone behind and distinctly above Max coughed.
Already dreading what came next, Max looked slowly upwards. The result was an enormous, ruddy slab of meat dressed in a tan shirt and black vest. His brown hair was shaved into a long goatee on his chin and held up on his head by a red bandanna. He could be rated somewhere in the range of jacked to swole.
"Hi." The living wall of meat said. "I'm Felony Carl. I like your dad's movies. They show true devotion to the art form."
Russ nodded. "Thank you for coming Carl, I appreciate you being willing to speak with me."
"This is all off the books, you understand? There's a lotta people out there wouldn't be happy I was sharin' with a suit."
"You could just… not tell him?" Max suggested, earning a brief glare from Russ.
"No way man, I'm in too deep here." Felony Carl replied. "I'm trying not to become Felonies Carl."
Russ nodded in acquiescence. "All right. An overview would be helpful."
Carl looked around, but the crowd was busy cheering for the continuing clash. "Okay, first thing you gotta know: Yama's in charge."
"Yama?" Max asked.
"Top ten on our 'internal' most wanted list for five years running." Agent Russ replied. "Yakuza boss of San Fransokyo and most of the state, not that we've ever been able to pin it on him."
"Have you tried tax fraud? I hear that works." Felony Carl replied. "But yeah. Yama runs the biggest gang in town. Loves bot fights. He's their biggest patron, but he runs all sorts of other fight rings too. He manages smuggling, drug running, racketeering." Carl ticked off his fingers. "Pretty sure he does some loan sharking too. Used to be he was in competition with the Triads, but they've been cleaned up recently, big time. Yama's hired some new muscle. You heard about this Tomokiri chick? She tore across Rincona like a whirlwind, didn't leave a hideout standing. Place is a ghost town now wherever Yama ain't movin' in."
"Tomokiri's a she?" Max asked. "I remember reading a couple articles a couple months back, they had nothing on the creep."
"Yeah, I seen her around a couple times. Not much for socializin', what with that creepy robot voice, but she is real interested in helpin' Yama out. She's askin' for new jobs not thirty seconds after Yama pays her for the last one. He really lucked out when she showed up, it's hard to go wrong with someone who loves what they do."
"Mmh." Russ replied neutrally.
"Now, that's the pleasant part."
"Pleasant?" Max asked.
"Yeah, crime bosses I can handle. Regular bosses though? Oof."
"The Zaibatsu have a lot of fingers in pies." Russ supplied.
"Funtelligence pays protection money on the reg, I know that much, but it's Bakaemono that does the real dealings. They'll pull out of a supercapacitor firm a week before it gets shaken down by some toughs. Have a product get 'stolen' to drive up interest then have it 'recovered' two weeks later. 'Course, word on the street is Bakaemono is also sponsoring capes out the wazoo, so I got no idea. Maybe they're playin' both sides. Mark my words though, somethin' ain't right in that buildin. Some people even say they seen the Yokai skulkin' around."
"I feel like a broken record here," Max noted, "But who?"
"Local urban legend. Evil spirit that wreaks bloody vengeance. Yakuza likes to use him as a boogeyman." Russ said, before turning to Carl. "You say he's real?"
"I ain't sayin' nuthin." Felony Carl replied. "All I know is there's a lot more goin' on in this city than most people think. Doesn't need to be a demon or nuthin, but we got all sorts a' superheroes and supervillains and whatever around here, what's one more?"
Russ nodded. "Fair enough. I noticed you mentioned Funtelligence and Bakaemono there. What about Sycorax?"
"Nuthin!" Carl announced. "Liv Amara's clean as a whistle. Not so much as a hush payment I've ever even seen."
"That's suspicious."
"Government agents think weird." Max said. Felony Carl chuckled.
"Can't talk about the criminal world without mentioning the cape scene, of course. We got all sorts a' costumed nuts, whether that's Fredzilla or Momakase." Felony Carl thought for a moment. "There is… one guy you might wanna watch out for."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He uh, had an accident with some unstable chemicals."
"Standard origin story." Russ replied.
"Yeah well, he ain't got standard powers. Seriously, he could take down any cape in the city I think. If ya can't run, try talkin' him down. Now this dude… he ain't a bad guy. I mean, he wants to think he is, but he's not. He wouldn't hurt a fly but well… he don' know his own strength."
"You know him personally." Russ noted.
"I… I worry about the guy." Felony Carl said after a moment. "We're friends, you know, but I think he's got himself into something nasty. Somethin' he can't handle."
"We'll keep an eye out." Russ assured him. "Who is this?"
"Ehh, I don' wanna give you his real name. He calls himself somethin' real stupid now. Glooby? Gloppy? Eh, he's a big purple goo man, ya can't miss him."
"Anything else?"
"Other than that well… there's one other thing. There's somebody new making the rounds in the underworld."
"Replacement for the triads?"
"Ehh, I dunno." Carl said, looking around. "They don' act like a gang should. They sure do keep territory though, they got a few warehouses down on Rincona you don't wanna be around after dark. Got a gangsign too, yellow on red, or sometimes red on black. Looks sorta like an… eye? Or like a spiky toilet seat with a dot in the middle. Gives me the heebies. Bleg."
On stage, the worm had finally been taken down after a failed attempt to enter the Omnidroid's machinery. The crowd went wild.
"All right, that's what I got. You keep an eye out for my friend, ok? And don' tell anybody I was here."
"Don't worry." Russ replied. "Neither was I. Let us know if anything else interesting hap-
There was a very large explosion.
"LESSER NE-ER'DO'WELLS OF SAN-FRAN-SOKYO!"
Copious amounts of steam began to fill the room.
"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON THE VACUUM TUBE IN FAVOR OF THE FEEBLE TRANSISTOR! THERE IS NOTHING ON EARTH MORE POWERFUL THAN THE GEARS WITH WHICH I SHALL GRIND YOUR INSIPID 'BOTS' TO SILICA!"
Felony Carl took this as his cue to exit. As the steam cleared, Russ and Max beheld an elderly man, sharp-faced with a long and pointed white beard, standing beside a gigantic mech which appeared to be made of brass and gears. In the place of a right arm, the man had a massive, hulking cybernetic, built out of yellow and copper boilerplate and attached to an enormous metal backpack which seemed to vent moisture every few seconds.
"I WILL TEACH YOU TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS! FEAR MY SCALDING WRATH, FOR I AM-"
Max groaned.
"-BARON VON STEAMER!"
"Woo yeah, chop its legs up!" Max cheered, carelessly dropping pieces of his concession stand sashimi. "I didn't think you'd enjoy bot fighting, Russ."
"I don't have a problem with the sport, I have a problem with the…" Russ paused as the worm went flying through the air and landed in the crowd. A few moments later it flung itself back into the ring, blades spinning. The crowd let out another rousing cheer even as the bot missed a few of them by scant inches.
"Reckless endangerment." Russ finished. "If they'd put up some plexiglass and installed a fire alarm I'd be fine with it. I don't understand how bot fighting even became illegal in the first place."
"Because we wouldn't listen to losers like you!" a geisha in the crowd jeered. Russ sighed gently and lowered his voice a few more octaves.
Max chuckled. "This has been a great mission so far. Do you always slack off on Doofenshmirtz's dime?"
"We're not here for the fight." Russ replied.
"Then uh… why are we here?"
"Good Luck Alley is home to a considerable part of San Fransokyo's criminal element at their most comfortable. Few criminals are willing to work with someone like me unless I provide proof of peaceful intentions. Collateral. So, I attended an event that is, technically, not legal."
Max snorted. "Pfft. What sort of loser criminal thinks going to a bot fight is good enough to hold back a federal agent?"
Someone behind and distinctly above Max coughed.
Already dreading what came next, Max looked slowly upwards. The result was an enormous, ruddy slab of meat dressed in a tan shirt and black vest. His brown hair was shaved into a long goatee on his chin and held up on his head by a red bandanna. He could be rated somewhere in the range of jacked to swole.
"Hi." The living wall of meat said. "I'm Felony Carl. I like your dad's movies. They show true devotion to the art form."
Russ nodded. "Thank you for coming Carl, I appreciate you being willing to speak with me."
"This is all off the books, you understand? There's a lotta people out there wouldn't be happy I was sharin' with a suit."
"You could just… not tell him?" Max suggested, earning a brief glare from Russ.
"No way man, I'm in too deep here." Felony Carl replied. "I'm trying not to become Felonies Carl."
Russ nodded in acquiescence. "All right. An overview would be helpful."
Carl looked around, but the crowd was busy cheering for the continuing clash. "Okay, first thing you gotta know: Yama's in charge."
"Yama?" Max asked.
"Top ten on our 'internal' most wanted list for five years running." Agent Russ replied. "Yakuza boss of San Fransokyo and most of the state, not that we've ever been able to pin it on him."
"Have you tried tax fraud? I hear that works." Felony Carl replied. "But yeah. Yama runs the biggest gang in town. Loves bot fights. He's their biggest patron, but he runs all sorts of other fight rings too. He manages smuggling, drug running, racketeering." Carl ticked off his fingers. "Pretty sure he does some loan sharking too. Used to be he was in competition with the Triads, but they've been cleaned up recently, big time. Yama's hired some new muscle. You heard about this Tomokiri chick? She tore across Rincona like a whirlwind, didn't leave a hideout standing. Place is a ghost town now wherever Yama ain't movin' in."
"Tomokiri's a she?" Max asked. "I remember reading a couple articles a couple months back, they had nothing on the creep."
"Yeah, I seen her around a couple times. Not much for socializin', what with that creepy robot voice, but she is real interested in helpin' Yama out. She's askin' for new jobs not thirty seconds after Yama pays her for the last one. He really lucked out when she showed up, it's hard to go wrong with someone who loves what they do."
"Mmh." Russ replied neutrally.
"Now, that's the pleasant part."
"Pleasant?" Max asked.
"Yeah, crime bosses I can handle. Regular bosses though? Oof."
"The Zaibatsu have a lot of fingers in pies." Russ supplied.
"Funtelligence pays protection money on the reg, I know that much, but it's Bakaemono that does the real dealings. They'll pull out of a supercapacitor firm a week before it gets shaken down by some toughs. Have a product get 'stolen' to drive up interest then have it 'recovered' two weeks later. 'Course, word on the street is Bakaemono is also sponsoring capes out the wazoo, so I got no idea. Maybe they're playin' both sides. Mark my words though, somethin' ain't right in that buildin. Some people even say they seen the Yokai skulkin' around."
"I feel like a broken record here," Max noted, "But who?"
"Local urban legend. Evil spirit that wreaks bloody vengeance. Yakuza likes to use him as a boogeyman." Russ said, before turning to Carl. "You say he's real?"
"I ain't sayin' nuthin." Felony Carl replied. "All I know is there's a lot more goin' on in this city than most people think. Doesn't need to be a demon or nuthin, but we got all sorts a' superheroes and supervillains and whatever around here, what's one more?"
Russ nodded. "Fair enough. I noticed you mentioned Funtelligence and Bakaemono there. What about Sycorax?"
"Nuthin!" Carl announced. "Liv Amara's clean as a whistle. Not so much as a hush payment I've ever even seen."
"That's suspicious."
"Government agents think weird." Max said. Felony Carl chuckled.
"Can't talk about the criminal world without mentioning the cape scene, of course. We got all sorts a' costumed nuts, whether that's Fredzilla or Momakase." Felony Carl thought for a moment. "There is… one guy you might wanna watch out for."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He uh, had an accident with some unstable chemicals."
"Standard origin story." Russ replied.
"Yeah well, he ain't got standard powers. Seriously, he could take down any cape in the city I think. If ya can't run, try talkin' him down. Now this dude… he ain't a bad guy. I mean, he wants to think he is, but he's not. He wouldn't hurt a fly but well… he don' know his own strength."
"You know him personally." Russ noted.
"I… I worry about the guy." Felony Carl said after a moment. "We're friends, you know, but I think he's got himself into something nasty. Somethin' he can't handle."
"We'll keep an eye out." Russ assured him. "Who is this?"
"Ehh, I don' wanna give you his real name. He calls himself somethin' real stupid now. Glooby? Gloppy? Eh, he's a big purple goo man, ya can't miss him."
"Anything else?"
"Other than that well… there's one other thing. There's somebody new making the rounds in the underworld."
"Replacement for the triads?"
"Ehh, I dunno." Carl said, looking around. "They don' act like a gang should. They sure do keep territory though, they got a few warehouses down on Rincona you don't wanna be around after dark. Got a gangsign too, yellow on red, or sometimes red on black. Looks sorta like an… eye? Or like a spiky toilet seat with a dot in the middle. Gives me the heebies. Bleg."
On stage, the worm had finally been taken down after a failed attempt to enter the Omnidroid's machinery. The crowd went wild.
"All right, that's what I got. You keep an eye out for my friend, ok? And don' tell anybody I was here."
"Don't worry." Russ replied. "Neither was I. Let us know if anything else interesting hap-
There was a very large explosion.
"LESSER NE-ER'DO'WELLS OF SAN-FRAN-SOKYO!"
Copious amounts of steam began to fill the room.
"YOU WILL RUE THE DAY YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON THE VACUUM TUBE IN FAVOR OF THE FEEBLE TRANSISTOR! THERE IS NOTHING ON EARTH MORE POWERFUL THAN THE GEARS WITH WHICH I SHALL GRIND YOUR INSIPID 'BOTS' TO SILICA!"
Felony Carl took this as his cue to exit. As the steam cleared, Russ and Max beheld an elderly man, sharp-faced with a long and pointed white beard, standing beside a gigantic mech which appeared to be made of brass and gears. In the place of a right arm, the man had a massive, hulking cybernetic, built out of yellow and copper boilerplate and attached to an enormous metal backpack which seemed to vent moisture every few seconds.
"I WILL TEACH YOU TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS! FEAR MY SCALDING WRATH, FOR I AM-"
Max groaned.
"-BARON VON STEAMER!"
I'm looking at the wiki page, and is it just me, or is this the San Fransokyo Doof?
Also, I'm not sure if this means Tomokiri is Honey Lemon, or someone else.
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- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Tomokiri is COnfirmed Honey Lemon, the question is "Why?"
I don't remember getting hard confirmation about Honey Lemon = Tomokiri
AProcrastinator
You can Certainly Try
- Location
- Getting Somewhere
- Pronouns
- She/Hers
Joke's on you, Felony Carl - we're both!
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Oh, so Globby's like us? All the more reason to get him and Honey out of there!
*Bill Nye theme starts playing*
BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL! BILL!
BILL CI~PHER TRIANGLE!!
Ugh, this dumbass? Wasn't he one of Boss Awesome's nemeses?
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Incorrect. This was never confirmed.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Huh. Well, then. Uhhhhh... awkward.
Babysharkdodo
I knew the song before it was recorded
- Location
- A place
Trina you sly girl
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infinityDivided
Prince Of Doom
- Location
- USA
- Location
- Pennsylvania
I'm not confirming or denying the theory, I'm just saying that it was never explicitly confirmed before.
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
Okay, remember back from Vanessa's interlude, these guys?
Yeah, they're almost certainly the Society of the Blind Eye, and if they're here, then things are a lot more fucked than we knew.
Edit: for context, these are Gravity Falls natives.
Yeah, they're almost certainly the Society of the Blind Eye, and if they're here, then things are a lot more fucked than we knew.
Edit: for context, these are Gravity Falls natives.
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- Location
- Venezuela
If Honey Lemon=Tomokiri, she probably needs the money to try to heal Globby. In the series, she felt very guilty about his current state, due to him stealing his machine was one of the reason to become whatever he is, so that may be a reason.
- Location
- The City of Tears, Hallownest
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Ok sure, its not "Confirmed" but she knows who Fred is, has the Nickname Friend Slayer, knows the details of Project Silent Sparrow and what went down on Akuma Island and works with Globby. I'm not saying it can't be someone other than HL, but all these squares make a circle, if you catch my drift
TimEd
Meteor maker
Why would they even come here anyhow? Maybe they need the warehouses to store the memories?
infinityDivided
Prince Of Doom
- Location
- USA
Okay, good point. I forgot about them.
But unless I'm misremembering, none of their symbols were yellow. And I don't see how'd they get out of Bill's grasp...
Unless he let them.
- Location
- Landland USA
Bill, Toffee, Phobos, DOR15, and everyone else... they've been making moves this entire time. The game started a long, long, time ago.
SHIT.
Bill's making moves.
ReaperofInterest
Herald of Disaster
Oh my...it's sounding like a good thing we established an information network here.
