Light
A world without Light would be Dark.
- Location
- United States
He has 3 stars of Occult. Where do you think that is from, logically?
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DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I think it's from stars being intentionally unreliable.
- Location
- Peterborough, NH, USA
Aren't stars as low as 1 Stat apiece? It's just so varied that the law of averages says it's going to be higher.
- Location
- California
We assume juniper has a trait like that because she told us in her first appearance that she only does team ups/has troubles going solo, on top of her whole career up until that point being part of a duet.
Plus, the last time the QMs shoved a character with abysmal stats in our face they were nice enough to give him a really good trait in exchange.
Light
A world without Light would be Dark.
- Location
- United States
L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. has 14 learning and 2 learning stars.
Kitsune has 20 Occult and 3 Occult stars.
I have no idea how to apply this information to your comment.
To be a fly on the wall of. Villians victorious - Xanatos Quest
1: We rolled good guys a crit this merc's going to be awesome!
GM: Here's what happened...
2: The DOOF strikes again.
1: Reinforcements! We've got Doof's head witch, a demon and the Merc we were waiting trying to get.
GM: Demona does...
3: Their holding out okay.
GM... Actually
1: She got the crown!
2: Welp quest over it was fun guys.
GM... Kitsune interupt.
1: ...
2: Doof strikes again
1: We rolled good guys a crit this merc's going to be awesome!
GM: Here's what happened...
2: The DOOF strikes again.
1: Reinforcements! We've got Doof's head witch, a demon and the Merc we were waiting trying to get.
GM: Demona does...
3: Their holding out okay.
GM... Actually
1: She got the crown!
2: Welp quest over it was fun guys.
GM... Kitsune interupt.
1: ...
2: Doof strikes again
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
You know what I find funny? That out of our nemesis pairs: Russ vs Blot, Janna vs Glooms, and hopefully Tobe vs Don Karnage (both are the type to swear eternal revenge on the other pretty much the minute they meet), the one explicitly featuring toon antics is the least comedic one.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
That might be part of a larger joke, so it checks out.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Russ and the Blot both manipulate the mechanisms of toon humor to their own ends in what I've just now decided to call realslapstik. It's very funny in the scene but deadly serious in the broader narrative. The Glooms and Don Karnage are just goofballs.
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
Tobe vs Don Karnage: Urban Ninja vs Air Pirate?
Lab_Accident
A 2D 1D4
- Location
- Your dreams
I'd prefer "Magic Ninja"( Magic Ninja of Love? Magical Girl of Love Magical Ninja Tobe?), but we have to put the ninja troupe through their music paces before engineering that battle, it wouldn't do for Tobe to not be able to match Karnage's nusical number.
Preferably with Love Händle, so they can practice Ninja of Love, but hiring Juniper as a consultant works, too.
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Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
Some things to note about the Stars is that they tend to skew higher, and more importantly, they do count Traits in the calculations. Kitsune has 3 stars, and only 20 base occult, but she also has a specialization in east asian occult shenanigans, which if applied brings her up to a 35. Likewise, Tom only has 22 base martial, despite having 5 stars in Martial due being able to add his Occult to his Martial, functionally doubling his combat martial to 44.
So it's possible that Rotwood has a conditional trait that boosts his Occult in specific situations. If I were to guess, it's a roulette trait similar to Norm's ACME Retrofitted that can alternatively spike or lower his Occult depending on the whims of fate.
Mattman324
you expected some anime, non-IRL giant robot, eh?
- Location
- Working in the basement on my giant robot.
Na, Xanatos benefits greatly from being on the line with us to know what crazy chaos we're going to start working on next. That way, he can take advantage of it first.
Good business is reducing all variables to zero. Great business is making so many variables your rivals get stuck on trivial bullshit while you slip out with all the money.
- Location
- Somewhere nearby.
You don't doubt that Doof would conglomerate his pawns into a Mega Chessatron.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
He would call it a Checkmate-inator, and it would somehow actually function.
Crisis: Twelfth Night- Vespers
- Location
- Pennsylvania
"Pardon me."
Janna and Marco turned to see one of the gargoyles, the ones that had helped Xanatos, walking over to them. Janna couldn't pin down her age (did gargoyles age like humans?), but she looked young-ish.
She continued. "I'm sorry to overhear, but… did you say you were looking for someone named Star?"
"Who wants to know?" Marco asked suspiciously.
"Angela." she replied. "And well it's just… I think I met her."
Marco and Janna looked at each other just as Tom wandered over to see what was going on.
"Tell us everything."
"I… don't know what to tell." Angela responded uncertainly. "I met her one day hiding behind a 24-hour waffle house."
"What?" Tom asked.
"No no, that sounds like her." Marco replied.
"She had blonde hair and a battle axe and she had little…" Angela touched her cheeks. "Shapes? On her cheeks?"
"Where is she?!?" Marco said hoarsely, grabbing Angela's shoulders. A moment later Broadway looked over, glaring.
"Uhh… sorry." Marco said, letting go and grimacing. "I knew she was here. We need to get to her before anyone finds her."
Angela grimaced back. "About that."
"Oh boy." Janna said.
"We may have run into my… mother," Angela spat the word "A few weeks ago."
"Your.. mother?" Marco asked.
"Demona."
Marco looked back and forth at Angela. "Oooooooh!" He said in sudden realization. "Ooooh." He said in sudden discomfort.
"She decided to leave before there was any chance of… whoever's after her catching up. I'm trusting that's not you since you all just saved the world."
"Except for Marco." Tom pointed out. "He went down like a chump."
"Dude, give it a rest."
Janna sighed. "So that's it then. She's already gone. Time to go home."
"If you find her…" Angela said slowly, "could you let me know? She was… nice. It's been a while since I had someone I could talk to about stuff."
Marco sighed. "No, no, this is ok. She's safe. She's… she's out there somewhere."
---
Demona held in another screech.
Her memory of the last few hours was disjointed. Demona was fairly certain she had, briefly, died. After the Crown had cracked, she had seen nothing, known nothing, until she felt Coldstone dragging her slowly healing body through the darkness. They were in the sewers now, or close enough. She was beginning to walk under her own power again. She still did not know what had happened.
But she knew that she had lost.
The Crown was gone. Her source of power was destroyed. If any of her useless soldiers still lived, they were undoubtedly captured. That spineless turncoat had betrayed her. Coldstone was still here, but Demona, for once, did not fool herself. The cyborg was deceptive, self-serving, and was only here now because he deemed the value of Demona's appreciation worth the risk of saving her. He would leave as soon as he could justify it. Likely he was already plotting how to do so.
Again her rage threatened to overwhelm her, and again she swallowed it, forcing her anger into making her still healing body take step after step. The sun had risen, for the purity of her form had been marred by the horrid curse of humanity; the same curse that had helped ruin her perfect plan.
But that gave her pause. Demona had been defeated, but Dominique Destine had not. As much as this defeat stung, she could still regroup. The first thing was to make use of those resources, and get herself away from her enemy's heartland.
It had taken some time to find a public terminal she deemed far enough away that it was unlikely to be tapped by Xanatos' spies. Longer still to ensure no one was around to question the presence of Coldstone as he set up certain preventative measures to ensure her access would not be compromised. At last she located a library, closed for Christmas Day, that would suit her purposes.
Demona logged in to her finances with a hint of confusion. There was a note appended to her balance. It included a link to a Buzztube recording of an earlier news segment, and a brief message.
The best laid plans of mice and men. A Very Merry Christmas to You. -A.T.
Demona opened the video.
"Turning aside from our top story after yesterday's events, we can report a shock upset in the leadership of Nightstone Unlimited. Earlier today, taking advantage of the holiday trading lull, reclusive shareholder Alexander Thailog enacted a surprise hostile takeover, successfully acquiring sufficient stake in the company to force through a vote of no confidence on former CEO Dominique Destine. His actions have sent other investors into a whirlwind of nervous speculation. The firm, known for investments in genetics and agriculture as well as its popular coffee chain, indicates that despite the change in leadership it does not plan any dramatic shifts in the near future, barring the reorganization of a genetics lab described by managers as 'unproductive'. Dominique Destine could not be reached for comment.
Hands clenched so tight her nails drew blood, Demona checked her account balance.
It contained exactly thirty-one cents.
This time Demona allowed the fury to consume her, screaming as she toppled row after row of shelving. The bastard. Of course he would choose her lowest moment to cut her loose. She had no doubt most of her safehouses had already been raided. She screamed.
"Demona, I-" Coldstone began.
"Go." she replied.
"I... what-"
"That's what you're waiting for isn't it? An excuse? Go then! Run to Thailog or whomever you think will take you. Go!"
Coldstone backed hurriedly out of the room, eyes never leaving Demona's pantherine snarl.
"All my allies have deserted me." Demona slumped, eyes filled with hatred. Time and again, her fellow gargoyles proved too weak to follow her. Too cowardly to stand beside her, or too frail to withstand the human hunters. Weak enough to fall prey to the human's machinations or, worse, to ever consider them friends. Demona growled. Her own daughter thought herself friends with a human…
Or did she?
Something niggled at the back of Demona's mind. That disgusting whelp had certainly looked human. But she had insisted otherwise.
Demona had been very surprised to discover the magical community of New York. It had taken time for her to adjust herself to the idea of yet more species trodden into hiding beneath humanity's heel. She had dismissed most of them at first as cowards, weaklings who would happily crumple into oblivion in the face of humanity. But her own kind had proven no better. Perhaps she had been… hasty.
It was not as if she had many better choices, Demona mused. Manhattan would not be safe for her, not for a long while yet. But she knew where inhumanity liked to hide. Where mankind would not find them.
After all, Demona mused. Inhumanity was the most important thing.
---
There is a knock at your door.
This isn't a surprise. With the absence of your secretary you'd had to buzz them past the traps yourself. You hadn't felt right requiring anyone else to stay back on Christmas Day, but you'd spent the last evening worrying by your prototype DoofPhone and most of today getting caught up on the near apocalypse that had apparently happened over the Silent Night.
What is surprising is that the man walking through the door is David Xanatos.
"Xanay?" You ask, standing up from your desk.
"Please, call me David." He replies, with a voice that sounds oddly triumphant, as if he'd just found a solution to a niggling problem.
"Okay, David. I appreciate you coming, but what are you doing here? Janna and her little friends have already filled me in on what happened. I'd imagine you'd have enough to do dealing with…" you wave your hand vaguely. "Things."
"Believe me, I do." Xanatos replies, a hint of exhaustion showing on his face. "But I wanted to thank you Doctor, in person. Your assistance last night might well have spelled the difference between victory and disaster."
"Oh, well, I didn't really do anything. All I knew was that Janna was going to pick up one of her friends from work."
"In New York?" Xanatos asked.
"Have you met Janna?"
Xanatos chuckled. "Nonetheless, I think you are selling yourself short. Thanks to you, not only was Demona stopped, but no one learned anything they didn't already know. Your people performed with admirable discretion, and aside from some largely irrelevant chatter about a 'Super' with purple skin, you'd be hard pressed to find any evidence magic occurred at all."
"So this all just… goes away?" You ask.
"I wish it were that simple. I've ensured details on Demona leaked to the appropriate authorities; for the first time in living memory, someone on the FBI's 'informal' most wanted list has made it public. Images of Demona will be up across the country within the day. She really will be hunted now… not least by the Huntsclan. So far they seem to be staying quiet, possibly deciding their next move, but I don't expect them to sit idly."
"This… is bad for gargoyles, isn't it?"
"I'll do what I can." Xanatos replied. "But every inch Xanatos Enterprises sticks its neck out for gargoyles right now is less credibility it will have to do the long work later. People are scared. Terrified. I'll have my hands full helping the city deal with rioting."
You grimace. "Man, I can't believe this all really happened in like a day. Is this the sort of thing you have to manage all the time? I'm glad I don't have any crazy murderous enemies. Just a grumpy mayor and an ordinary tech company and a lizard who still doesn't know I exist. Things are usually pretty quiet around here."
[ ] "Anyway, I wish you luck."
[ ] "Oh, that reminds me. I maaaay have accidentally broken probability for a bit."
There is a six hour moratorium on voting.
Janna and Marco turned to see one of the gargoyles, the ones that had helped Xanatos, walking over to them. Janna couldn't pin down her age (did gargoyles age like humans?), but she looked young-ish.
She continued. "I'm sorry to overhear, but… did you say you were looking for someone named Star?"
"Who wants to know?" Marco asked suspiciously.
"Angela." she replied. "And well it's just… I think I met her."
Marco and Janna looked at each other just as Tom wandered over to see what was going on.
"Tell us everything."
"I… don't know what to tell." Angela responded uncertainly. "I met her one day hiding behind a 24-hour waffle house."
"What?" Tom asked.
"No no, that sounds like her." Marco replied.
"She had blonde hair and a battle axe and she had little…" Angela touched her cheeks. "Shapes? On her cheeks?"
"Where is she?!?" Marco said hoarsely, grabbing Angela's shoulders. A moment later Broadway looked over, glaring.
"Uhh… sorry." Marco said, letting go and grimacing. "I knew she was here. We need to get to her before anyone finds her."
Angela grimaced back. "About that."
"Oh boy." Janna said.
"We may have run into my… mother," Angela spat the word "A few weeks ago."
"Your.. mother?" Marco asked.
"Demona."
Marco looked back and forth at Angela. "Oooooooh!" He said in sudden realization. "Ooooh." He said in sudden discomfort.
"She decided to leave before there was any chance of… whoever's after her catching up. I'm trusting that's not you since you all just saved the world."
"Except for Marco." Tom pointed out. "He went down like a chump."
"Dude, give it a rest."
Janna sighed. "So that's it then. She's already gone. Time to go home."
"If you find her…" Angela said slowly, "could you let me know? She was… nice. It's been a while since I had someone I could talk to about stuff."
Marco sighed. "No, no, this is ok. She's safe. She's… she's out there somewhere."
---
Demona held in another screech.
Her memory of the last few hours was disjointed. Demona was fairly certain she had, briefly, died. After the Crown had cracked, she had seen nothing, known nothing, until she felt Coldstone dragging her slowly healing body through the darkness. They were in the sewers now, or close enough. She was beginning to walk under her own power again. She still did not know what had happened.
But she knew that she had lost.
The Crown was gone. Her source of power was destroyed. If any of her useless soldiers still lived, they were undoubtedly captured. That spineless turncoat had betrayed her. Coldstone was still here, but Demona, for once, did not fool herself. The cyborg was deceptive, self-serving, and was only here now because he deemed the value of Demona's appreciation worth the risk of saving her. He would leave as soon as he could justify it. Likely he was already plotting how to do so.
Again her rage threatened to overwhelm her, and again she swallowed it, forcing her anger into making her still healing body take step after step. The sun had risen, for the purity of her form had been marred by the horrid curse of humanity; the same curse that had helped ruin her perfect plan.
But that gave her pause. Demona had been defeated, but Dominique Destine had not. As much as this defeat stung, she could still regroup. The first thing was to make use of those resources, and get herself away from her enemy's heartland.
It had taken some time to find a public terminal she deemed far enough away that it was unlikely to be tapped by Xanatos' spies. Longer still to ensure no one was around to question the presence of Coldstone as he set up certain preventative measures to ensure her access would not be compromised. At last she located a library, closed for Christmas Day, that would suit her purposes.
Demona logged in to her finances with a hint of confusion. There was a note appended to her balance. It included a link to a Buzztube recording of an earlier news segment, and a brief message.
The best laid plans of mice and men. A Very Merry Christmas to You. -A.T.
Demona opened the video.
"Turning aside from our top story after yesterday's events, we can report a shock upset in the leadership of Nightstone Unlimited. Earlier today, taking advantage of the holiday trading lull, reclusive shareholder Alexander Thailog enacted a surprise hostile takeover, successfully acquiring sufficient stake in the company to force through a vote of no confidence on former CEO Dominique Destine. His actions have sent other investors into a whirlwind of nervous speculation. The firm, known for investments in genetics and agriculture as well as its popular coffee chain, indicates that despite the change in leadership it does not plan any dramatic shifts in the near future, barring the reorganization of a genetics lab described by managers as 'unproductive'. Dominique Destine could not be reached for comment.
Hands clenched so tight her nails drew blood, Demona checked her account balance.
It contained exactly thirty-one cents.
This time Demona allowed the fury to consume her, screaming as she toppled row after row of shelving. The bastard. Of course he would choose her lowest moment to cut her loose. She had no doubt most of her safehouses had already been raided. She screamed.
"Demona, I-" Coldstone began.
"Go." she replied.
"I... what-"
"That's what you're waiting for isn't it? An excuse? Go then! Run to Thailog or whomever you think will take you. Go!"
Coldstone backed hurriedly out of the room, eyes never leaving Demona's pantherine snarl.
"All my allies have deserted me." Demona slumped, eyes filled with hatred. Time and again, her fellow gargoyles proved too weak to follow her. Too cowardly to stand beside her, or too frail to withstand the human hunters. Weak enough to fall prey to the human's machinations or, worse, to ever consider them friends. Demona growled. Her own daughter thought herself friends with a human…
Or did she?
Something niggled at the back of Demona's mind. That disgusting whelp had certainly looked human. But she had insisted otherwise.
Demona had been very surprised to discover the magical community of New York. It had taken time for her to adjust herself to the idea of yet more species trodden into hiding beneath humanity's heel. She had dismissed most of them at first as cowards, weaklings who would happily crumple into oblivion in the face of humanity. But her own kind had proven no better. Perhaps she had been… hasty.
It was not as if she had many better choices, Demona mused. Manhattan would not be safe for her, not for a long while yet. But she knew where inhumanity liked to hide. Where mankind would not find them.
After all, Demona mused. Inhumanity was the most important thing.
---
There is a knock at your door.
This isn't a surprise. With the absence of your secretary you'd had to buzz them past the traps yourself. You hadn't felt right requiring anyone else to stay back on Christmas Day, but you'd spent the last evening worrying by your prototype DoofPhone and most of today getting caught up on the near apocalypse that had apparently happened over the Silent Night.
What is surprising is that the man walking through the door is David Xanatos.
"Xanay?" You ask, standing up from your desk.
"Please, call me David." He replies, with a voice that sounds oddly triumphant, as if he'd just found a solution to a niggling problem.
"Okay, David. I appreciate you coming, but what are you doing here? Janna and her little friends have already filled me in on what happened. I'd imagine you'd have enough to do dealing with…" you wave your hand vaguely. "Things."
"Believe me, I do." Xanatos replies, a hint of exhaustion showing on his face. "But I wanted to thank you Doctor, in person. Your assistance last night might well have spelled the difference between victory and disaster."
"Oh, well, I didn't really do anything. All I knew was that Janna was going to pick up one of her friends from work."
"In New York?" Xanatos asked.
"Have you met Janna?"
Xanatos chuckled. "Nonetheless, I think you are selling yourself short. Thanks to you, not only was Demona stopped, but no one learned anything they didn't already know. Your people performed with admirable discretion, and aside from some largely irrelevant chatter about a 'Super' with purple skin, you'd be hard pressed to find any evidence magic occurred at all."
"So this all just… goes away?" You ask.
"I wish it were that simple. I've ensured details on Demona leaked to the appropriate authorities; for the first time in living memory, someone on the FBI's 'informal' most wanted list has made it public. Images of Demona will be up across the country within the day. She really will be hunted now… not least by the Huntsclan. So far they seem to be staying quiet, possibly deciding their next move, but I don't expect them to sit idly."
"This… is bad for gargoyles, isn't it?"
"I'll do what I can." Xanatos replied. "But every inch Xanatos Enterprises sticks its neck out for gargoyles right now is less credibility it will have to do the long work later. People are scared. Terrified. I'll have my hands full helping the city deal with rioting."
You grimace. "Man, I can't believe this all really happened in like a day. Is this the sort of thing you have to manage all the time? I'm glad I don't have any crazy murderous enemies. Just a grumpy mayor and an ordinary tech company and a lizard who still doesn't know I exist. Things are usually pretty quiet around here."
[ ] "Anyway, I wish you luck."
[ ] "Oh, that reminds me. I maaaay have accidentally broken probability for a bit."
There is a six hour moratorium on voting.
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
And there it is! The thing y'all have been waiting for.
Best laid plans of mice and men. Thailog just took over her human resources. Now Demona really has no other option...except to seek out more inhuman allies. And if she finds Angela's friend, well, that's a bonus. But knowing what she's like, she'll find a way to fuck it up eventually.
Happy holidays, you crazy gargoyle bitch.
- Location
- USA
[ ] "Oh, that reminds me. I maaaay have accidentally broken probability for a bit."
This is so Doof.
This is so Doof.
- Location
- USA
Thats right huh... MARRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!
And that was when Xanatos's Negaquest promptly lost their minds.
"Why have we been leaving this man unsupervised!?"
BlueWerewolf25
The Dreamer
- Location
- Wouldn't You Like To Know?
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
Do you think Xanatos needed a dice roll for this to happen?
