- Location
- Washington
Sephiroth to say "We live in a society" = Confirmed
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
I meant a crazy method actor who does things like send coworkers decapitated corpses and bullets.
- Location
- Washington
I was aware.
Interlude: Put A Stop To It
- Location
- Pennsylvania
"In short, Doctor, while the threats and dangers facing an organization as vast as yours are myriad, it seems clear that the most pressing concern comes from inside. I am certain that the cabal of disaffected scientists known as…" The Commodore paused briefly, looking through his notes as if not quite believing them, "...Love Muffin-"
"It's an acronym." You explain. "I thought of it myself."
"I'm sure you did." The Commodore responds. "-Is planning the most foul and imminent of treacheries."
You snort. "L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.? Really?"
"I assure you, even now a cornucopia of fiendish and very, very outlandish plots tick towards their terrible conclusion."
"Come on. All I told them to do was a bit of old fashioned mad science! They know better than to bother any of my subjects. Well. Maybe that jerk Rodney would try something. And Dr. Diminutive can get upset about seeing… anyone taller than him. And I suppose Dr. Bannister still wants to conquer Canada. But seriously. What could they possibly-"
An enormous explosion rocks the entire street.
"I should probably look into that."
"Yes, you should." The Commodore responds bluntly. "But before you do, I have one further matter you may wish to consider."
"Can it wait?" You ask as the sound of ray guns fills the air.
"I charge by the hour."
"Be quick then."
"You have been an unexpectedly generous benefactor of my family in recent months. Far from destitute, I have been able to afford a fourth boat, all the pudding I can eat, and even to begin a few sessions of couples counselling."
"Wait." you ask. "Isn't your wife a supervillain? Who the heck would take that case?"
---
"I THINK WE SHOULD TRY FORMATTING OUR FEELINGS AS 'WHEN YOU DO blank, IT MAKES ME FEEL blank."
"All right." The Commodore replied, turning to his wife. "When you betray everything this family stands for, it makes me feel like this marriage was a mistake."
"...WE HAVE A LOT OF WORK AHEAD OF US." Technor noted.
---
"Regardless. Our therapist has suggested a possible solution for our… disagreements. An opportunity to meet in the middle, as it were. Olivia is clearly gifted in the way of intrigue, considering that she managed to vex our entire family for decades on end for the sole purpose of keeping our attention, and it has been offered to me that we might do well to see her using her skills in a more constructive… if not exactly heroic undertaking."
You blink. "Huh?"
"Bah." He grumbles. "My wife wants to work for you because our therapist says it will help our relationship."
"I-"
Something roars.
"I'll think on it."
---
The city was in chaos.
Everywhere, the ongoing madness of active evil schemes and the flaming detritus of failed ones filled the streets of Doofania. Professor Bannister's attempt to steal the world's maple syrup supply led to a sticky flood covering most of the financial district. Rodney's attempt to increase the brain size of citizens until they would make the logical choice of voting for him resulted in a trail of bean bag sized craniums in the wake of his Big Head Mode-Inizer. Dr. Diminutive, having somehow turned himself into the thirty-foot man, was using a tree as a toothpick while terrorizing Googleplex Mall's Big and Tall department.
Major Monogram straightened his uniform and ran a comb through his mustache.
"I knew this day would come. Agents, the city needs us. L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. has shown their true colors. It's time to do what we've always done."
With the exception of Agent K, who mostly looked confused, every Agent present nodded in affirmation.
"Get out there… and put a stop to it!"
---
Monogram had to admit that there were some difficulties with OWCA in the past few months. It was hard adapting to a world where crime seemed an ever-present threat, supervillain fights could end in actual casualties, and very few mad scientists made impotent declarations of power. It had taken months of training to get his agents out of the same old rut, and it would probably take another few months to actually finish it off. It would take a long time to change old habits. But he could at least see how necessary the change was. There would come a day when OWCA would have to do battle against a serious threat.
Today was not that day.
Agent M and Agent L were currently attempting to stem the tide of the financial district flood as Agents A through G were doing battle against the colossal Dr. Diminutive. The gigantic scientist was faring poorly against the animal assault, his innate clumsiness causing tons of property damage as he flailed power lines around, trying and failing to hit his assailants.
"More coffee, sir?" Karl asked.
"Thank you Karl, but no. The wife told me to switch to decaf ever since the jitterbug incident."
"Very good sir. I must say, a part of me feels kiiinda nostalgic right now."
"I know what you mean." The Major replied. "After the sort of stuff we've been dealing with, this-" Monogram turned to the viewscreen, where a number of mad scientists, having short circuited Dr. Bloodpudding's Dance-Steal-Omatic, were jazz handing their way down the street. "Is quaint."
"Yeah, sir. I wonder how Doofenshmirtz is taking all this."
---
Today is not your lucky day. Not only was something exploding outside that you couldn't even see, but almost every floor you stopped on had someone get in or out of the elevator! ...possibly the incoherent panic had something to do with that. It took nearly twenty minutes to get to the ground floor, but when you did you rushed outside, expecting to see the worst.
What you got was… well, not the worst (that incident with the banana pudding came to mind), but definitely… problematic.
"What even is all this?!" You demand, looking out over the syrup soaked, beanbag-headed, involuntarily dancing giant-smashed wreckage of your beautiful city. You can see Dr. Jookiba standing amidst the crowd, trying to look inconspicuous. "Some sort of syrup-dance-giant-robot-head scheme?"
You hear yet another roar, and look up to see an enormous, serpentine monster coiled around your headquarters. With a yawn it unwraps itself from the building and flies off towards Castle Doofhawk.
"All right, which one of you made the dragon?" You ask crossly. "I know it's not technically magic, but I just know I'm going to have to explain that to somebody, ugh!"
"Wasn't that Killbot?" "No, he had the Killbot." "Was it Bloodpudding?" "No he hates reptiles, you know that."
"Aha. Ahehe. Hrm. Yes. Is quite the mystery." Jumba chuckled nervously. "Whoever it is must have been quite evil genius, aha. Perhaps inspired by ancient scrolls?"
There is silence for a moment. "Oh, what is that I am hearing? I think I left Pleakly unattended. I should be getting him? OkIwillbegoing."
You shift your attention back to the broader crowd of evil scientists. "What did you think you were doing?!"
"Why, Mad Science, of course!" Dr. Diminutive answered, still 30 feet tall but tied down by Agents A, B, M and L next to Dr. Killbot's equally giant Killbot. "Just like you told us!"
Monogram gasped. "You put them up to this?!?"
"Perhaps I was very slightly wrong about you, Doofenshmirtz." Rodney admitted, looking utterly ridiculous as he tried to combine the foxtrot with jazz hands, all with his unreasonably large head wobbling back and forth. "Just when I thought you were sidelining us for the projects you couldn't be bothered with, you go ahead and allow us to perform what we're best at!"
"It's been ages since I was able to inflict chaos or satisfy my megalomaniacal urge! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten!" Professor Bannister added.
"I'm so glad you finally recognize our worth!" Dr. Diminutive agreed.
"Doofenshmirtz!" Monogram growled. "I should've known! You're behind all the damage to our fair Danville!"
"I didn't tell them to do this! I just told them to do some mad science!"
"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT THAT MEANS?!?"
You take an involuntary step back.
Maybe you… have.
---
[ ] Attempt to arrest LOVEMUFFIN
Enough is enough. Whatever benefits you can squeeze out of the muffinheads aren't worth their belligerence. Maybe you did… slightly forget what doing evil science actually means in regards to causing wanton, pointless, petty conflict for the sake of an easily-injured ego. But Doofania is your city darn it, yours! Nobody gets to mess with it anymore, not even your old frie- underlings. Emphasis on old. Keep them in prison and out of your hair.
LOVEMUFFIN will not like this. You will lose access to them as a hero unit, permanently, and there may be other consequences.
[ ] Let LOVEMUFFIN go
To be fair, you did tell them to do mad science, and that's certainly what they did. You're evil, after all- what's a little property damage among friends? So what if this sets a bad precedent for the rest of your employees, LOVEMUFFIN is just doing what they've always done. What you've always done. Ol' Monobrow probably won't like it, but if he got over you taking over OWCA, he'll get over this too.
Major Monogram will not like this. He will take a significant loyalty malus and lose progress on reforming OWCA.
---
The Commodore has taken notice of the patronage you've given his organization! A member of his family, Olivia Dickens, is now available to use as a free hero unit once per year! She does not grant an extra action and does not have loyalty, but also does not take up a unit slot. The Dickens may offer more rewards if you continue using them!
LOVEMUFFIN adored their escapades and increased their loyalty by 15! They demand to be put on projects like this in the future!
Public opinion has decreased sharply! Government opinion has decreased! You had to pay reparations for all of the property damage caused by LOVEMUFFIN and OWCA, costing you 3 income!
Jumba has amused himself by creating a massive biological beast modeled on the Long of China! The dragon has taken up roost in Castle Doofhawk, seems to like the city and, knowing Jumba, probably has some sort of horrific biological warfare techniques up its metaphorical sleeves. Not only that, the man… alien seems brimming with other new ideas. The results of Jumba's Experiment! roll are now weighted towards the positive. The beasts aren't viable for mass production due to the sheer bespoke work that goes into their genes, so you'll have to put your plans on creating a dragon army on hold.
There will be a twelve hour moratorium on voting.
"It's an acronym." You explain. "I thought of it myself."
"I'm sure you did." The Commodore responds. "-Is planning the most foul and imminent of treacheries."
You snort. "L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N.? Really?"
"I assure you, even now a cornucopia of fiendish and very, very outlandish plots tick towards their terrible conclusion."
"Come on. All I told them to do was a bit of old fashioned mad science! They know better than to bother any of my subjects. Well. Maybe that jerk Rodney would try something. And Dr. Diminutive can get upset about seeing… anyone taller than him. And I suppose Dr. Bannister still wants to conquer Canada. But seriously. What could they possibly-"
An enormous explosion rocks the entire street.
"I should probably look into that."
"Yes, you should." The Commodore responds bluntly. "But before you do, I have one further matter you may wish to consider."
"Can it wait?" You ask as the sound of ray guns fills the air.
"I charge by the hour."
"Be quick then."
"You have been an unexpectedly generous benefactor of my family in recent months. Far from destitute, I have been able to afford a fourth boat, all the pudding I can eat, and even to begin a few sessions of couples counselling."
"Wait." you ask. "Isn't your wife a supervillain? Who the heck would take that case?"
---
"I THINK WE SHOULD TRY FORMATTING OUR FEELINGS AS 'WHEN YOU DO blank, IT MAKES ME FEEL blank."
"All right." The Commodore replied, turning to his wife. "When you betray everything this family stands for, it makes me feel like this marriage was a mistake."
"...WE HAVE A LOT OF WORK AHEAD OF US." Technor noted.
---
"Regardless. Our therapist has suggested a possible solution for our… disagreements. An opportunity to meet in the middle, as it were. Olivia is clearly gifted in the way of intrigue, considering that she managed to vex our entire family for decades on end for the sole purpose of keeping our attention, and it has been offered to me that we might do well to see her using her skills in a more constructive… if not exactly heroic undertaking."
You blink. "Huh?"
"Bah." He grumbles. "My wife wants to work for you because our therapist says it will help our relationship."
"I-"
Something roars.
"I'll think on it."
---
The city was in chaos.
Everywhere, the ongoing madness of active evil schemes and the flaming detritus of failed ones filled the streets of Doofania. Professor Bannister's attempt to steal the world's maple syrup supply led to a sticky flood covering most of the financial district. Rodney's attempt to increase the brain size of citizens until they would make the logical choice of voting for him resulted in a trail of bean bag sized craniums in the wake of his Big Head Mode-Inizer. Dr. Diminutive, having somehow turned himself into the thirty-foot man, was using a tree as a toothpick while terrorizing Googleplex Mall's Big and Tall department.
Major Monogram straightened his uniform and ran a comb through his mustache.
"I knew this day would come. Agents, the city needs us. L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. has shown their true colors. It's time to do what we've always done."
With the exception of Agent K, who mostly looked confused, every Agent present nodded in affirmation.
"Get out there… and put a stop to it!"
---
Monogram had to admit that there were some difficulties with OWCA in the past few months. It was hard adapting to a world where crime seemed an ever-present threat, supervillain fights could end in actual casualties, and very few mad scientists made impotent declarations of power. It had taken months of training to get his agents out of the same old rut, and it would probably take another few months to actually finish it off. It would take a long time to change old habits. But he could at least see how necessary the change was. There would come a day when OWCA would have to do battle against a serious threat.
Today was not that day.
Agent M and Agent L were currently attempting to stem the tide of the financial district flood as Agents A through G were doing battle against the colossal Dr. Diminutive. The gigantic scientist was faring poorly against the animal assault, his innate clumsiness causing tons of property damage as he flailed power lines around, trying and failing to hit his assailants.
"More coffee, sir?" Karl asked.
"Thank you Karl, but no. The wife told me to switch to decaf ever since the jitterbug incident."
"Very good sir. I must say, a part of me feels kiiinda nostalgic right now."
"I know what you mean." The Major replied. "After the sort of stuff we've been dealing with, this-" Monogram turned to the viewscreen, where a number of mad scientists, having short circuited Dr. Bloodpudding's Dance-Steal-Omatic, were jazz handing their way down the street. "Is quaint."
"Yeah, sir. I wonder how Doofenshmirtz is taking all this."
---
Today is not your lucky day. Not only was something exploding outside that you couldn't even see, but almost every floor you stopped on had someone get in or out of the elevator! ...possibly the incoherent panic had something to do with that. It took nearly twenty minutes to get to the ground floor, but when you did you rushed outside, expecting to see the worst.
What you got was… well, not the worst (that incident with the banana pudding came to mind), but definitely… problematic.
"What even is all this?!" You demand, looking out over the syrup soaked, beanbag-headed, involuntarily dancing giant-smashed wreckage of your beautiful city. You can see Dr. Jookiba standing amidst the crowd, trying to look inconspicuous. "Some sort of syrup-dance-giant-robot-head scheme?"
You hear yet another roar, and look up to see an enormous, serpentine monster coiled around your headquarters. With a yawn it unwraps itself from the building and flies off towards Castle Doofhawk.
"All right, which one of you made the dragon?" You ask crossly. "I know it's not technically magic, but I just know I'm going to have to explain that to somebody, ugh!"
"Wasn't that Killbot?" "No, he had the Killbot." "Was it Bloodpudding?" "No he hates reptiles, you know that."
"Aha. Ahehe. Hrm. Yes. Is quite the mystery." Jumba chuckled nervously. "Whoever it is must have been quite evil genius, aha. Perhaps inspired by ancient scrolls?"
There is silence for a moment. "Oh, what is that I am hearing? I think I left Pleakly unattended. I should be getting him? OkIwillbegoing."
You shift your attention back to the broader crowd of evil scientists. "What did you think you were doing?!"
"Why, Mad Science, of course!" Dr. Diminutive answered, still 30 feet tall but tied down by Agents A, B, M and L next to Dr. Killbot's equally giant Killbot. "Just like you told us!"
Monogram gasped. "You put them up to this?!?"
"Perhaps I was very slightly wrong about you, Doofenshmirtz." Rodney admitted, looking utterly ridiculous as he tried to combine the foxtrot with jazz hands, all with his unreasonably large head wobbling back and forth. "Just when I thought you were sidelining us for the projects you couldn't be bothered with, you go ahead and allow us to perform what we're best at!"
"It's been ages since I was able to inflict chaos or satisfy my megalomaniacal urge! I was beginning to think you'd forgotten!" Professor Bannister added.
"I'm so glad you finally recognize our worth!" Dr. Diminutive agreed.
"Doofenshmirtz!" Monogram growled. "I should've known! You're behind all the damage to our fair Danville!"
"I didn't tell them to do this! I just told them to do some mad science!"
"HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHAT THAT MEANS?!?"
You take an involuntary step back.
Maybe you… have.
---
[ ] Attempt to arrest LOVEMUFFIN
Enough is enough. Whatever benefits you can squeeze out of the muffinheads aren't worth their belligerence. Maybe you did… slightly forget what doing evil science actually means in regards to causing wanton, pointless, petty conflict for the sake of an easily-injured ego. But Doofania is your city darn it, yours! Nobody gets to mess with it anymore, not even your old frie- underlings. Emphasis on old. Keep them in prison and out of your hair.
LOVEMUFFIN will not like this. You will lose access to them as a hero unit, permanently, and there may be other consequences.
[ ] Let LOVEMUFFIN go
To be fair, you did tell them to do mad science, and that's certainly what they did. You're evil, after all- what's a little property damage among friends? So what if this sets a bad precedent for the rest of your employees, LOVEMUFFIN is just doing what they've always done. What you've always done. Ol' Monobrow probably won't like it, but if he got over you taking over OWCA, he'll get over this too.
Major Monogram will not like this. He will take a significant loyalty malus and lose progress on reforming OWCA.
---
The Commodore has taken notice of the patronage you've given his organization! A member of his family, Olivia Dickens, is now available to use as a free hero unit once per year! She does not grant an extra action and does not have loyalty, but also does not take up a unit slot. The Dickens may offer more rewards if you continue using them!
LOVEMUFFIN adored their escapades and increased their loyalty by 15! They demand to be put on projects like this in the future!
Public opinion has decreased sharply! Government opinion has decreased! You had to pay reparations for all of the property damage caused by LOVEMUFFIN and OWCA, costing you 3 income!
Jumba has amused himself by creating a massive biological beast modeled on the Long of China! The dragon has taken up roost in Castle Doofhawk, seems to like the city and, knowing Jumba, probably has some sort of horrific biological warfare techniques up its metaphorical sleeves. Not only that, the man… alien seems brimming with other new ideas. The results of Jumba's Experiment! roll are now weighted towards the positive. The beasts aren't viable for mass production due to the sheer bespoke work that goes into their genes, so you'll have to put your plans on creating a dragon army on hold.
There will be a twelve hour moratorium on voting.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA
I do not like this vote.
Can't we just shoot LOVEMUFFIN instead?
Lord Ultimus
Beautiful...
- Location
- Undisclosed Warehouse
Uggghhh, stuck between a rock and a hard place.
- Location
- The great frozen north
Oh god oh fuck. This sets us back even worse than losing Russ.
Alright, I'd tolerate mere screw-ups, but now LOVEMUFFIN is destroying our city for shits and giggles. ARREST THAT CRIMINAL SCUM.
By the way, good thing we didn't vote for the Garum Farm inator, because our income is bad enough as it is!
Alright, I'd tolerate mere screw-ups, but now LOVEMUFFIN is destroying our city for shits and giggles. ARREST THAT CRIMINAL SCUM.
By the way, good thing we didn't vote for the Garum Farm inator, because our income is bad enough as it is!
- Location
- Washington
GIVE 👏 LOVEMUFFIN 👏 THE 👏 AXE
Yeah, nope. These guys just tanked our rep and our income. At this point they're way too much of a problem and it's not worth investing on this sinking ship.
I mean, I don't really blame Lovemuffin for this one.
A majority of y'all voted to let them do Mad Science without seeming to take into account what that would entail.
This is more on us than them.
A majority of y'all voted to let them do Mad Science without seeming to take into account what that would entail.
This is more on us than them.
- Location
- SomeWhereElse
...the red text scares me but I kind of want to drop love muffin. That way they might turn into a nemesis for OWCA which would be fun.
Also they're destroying the city. And our reputation.
Also they're destroying the city. And our reputation.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Wow. Apparantly, mad science=evil schemes and chaos that is overly bad for us. Who'd have thought?!?!?!
(In case it wasn't obvious, this is exactly why I didn't think this was a good idea.)
Okay, you know what? Fuck it. This is the last straw. Screw LOVEMUFFIN's extra action, they were a terrible Learning unit anyway, and at this point? They're just taking up space in our hero units that we can use for someone actually competent, and keeping them just sets us back extremely on all fronts. Time to give 'em the boot.
LOVEMUFFIN!!!!!!! YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(In case it wasn't obvious, this is exactly why I didn't think this was a good idea.)
Okay, you know what? Fuck it. This is the last straw. Screw LOVEMUFFIN's extra action, they were a terrible Learning unit anyway, and at this point? They're just taking up space in our hero units that we can use for someone actually competent, and keeping them just sets us back extremely on all fronts. Time to give 'em the boot.
LOVEMUFFIN!!!!!!! YOU'RE FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Location
- California,USA
LET US BRING THE HAMMER OF LAW
Because they ruined our Branding...and any SELF Respecting Supervillain cares about BRAND
Edit: Its Villiany 101!
- Location
- The great frozen north
I wonder just how badly TECHNOR's roll on their psychoanalysis contributed to this mess.
- Pronouns
- Female
[X] Attempt to arrest LOVEMUFFIN
LOVEMUFFIN sucks. 'Nuff said.
LOVEMUFFIN sucks. 'Nuff said.
There's a moratorium
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Love the enthusiasm! You're 11+ hours too early to be voting, though
EDIT: Tobe'd
- Location
- Washington
If you are a minion and you ruin your supervillain boss' branding that's a crime worthy of death.
- Pronouns
- Female
Oops, sorry everyone. *Slinks off awkwardly*
Also, we're at one income now. We might need to do the Feldrake thing next turn to see if we can try and get some emergency cash.
- Location
- California,USA
Like literally name a Supervillian with Good Branding that was taken down by an underlings mistakes?
Give an example I'm actually courious.
I refuse to let Doof be one of them.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Oh dear lord, we're that low on funds already? Sheesh. Yeah, I'm with you. Put Kitsune on making a Coven while Janna goes and bails us out with an emergency treasure fund. Plus, maybe we should focus on money-making options this turn as well to make up for everything
Stratagemini
Totally a Fire Ferret.
- Location
- Central Park
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
Do you think they'll destroy the city less if they're no longer our employees but are instead vengeful jackasses with nothing to lose?