- Location
- Germany
Yep, as much as Sinatron isn´t exactly squeaky clean himself, he holds back far worse and I´d rather not have to deal with even more BS than we have to already
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DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
Yep, as much as Sinatron isn´t exactly squeaky clean himself, he holds back far worse and I´d rather not have to deal with even more BS than we have to already
got an idea to collaborate with the US government to make a superschool based in the tristate area. its a win win for us. We get a chance to get more pragmatic heroes and deprive sky high of capes that would be more oriented toward good or be hired out to our enemies while the government gets a steady stream of heroes used to restore law and order plus with sky high weakened it will weaken crime syndicates or mega corporations like shego and olympia also thanks to us already being high in toons and mad scientists heroes won't be pressured due to collateral damage.
- Location
- Everywhere
Do we really want to help the US continue it's return to its former position?
I mean, I know I definitely don't, but I also know my goals may not be the same as the other questers so might as well read the room.
- Location
- Two hours away
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's not so much a matter of should we hinder the Feds and more a matter of can we away with it.
Syndrome's cursed dice gave the US a major boost only a bit after the game started. And it's seems they've been snowballing from there.
Furthermore are government minder and best intrigue unit is returning to existence. We don't need to help but it's going to be hard to hinder without retaliation.
KidFromPallet
Pokemon Fan
- Location
- Pallet Town
Count me in as another vote for not strengthening other factions unnecessarily.
Once all the apocalypses are dealt with we'll have to go through them if we want to Take Over The World, after all.
though the school would weaken other factions that are more super reliant than ours and the government is in charge of keeping the masqurade intact and making sure we don't turn the entire country into a warzone.
I'm very opposed to helping the US government solidify power.
I feel like a broken record, but nobody else seems to consider it when the topic of the US government comes up: Bill Cipher has canonically had significant influence on the US government since the Revolutionary War, according to Gravity Falls. George Washington struck a deal with him to obtain military intel on the British. Per Gargoyles canon (and strongly hinted at in Gravity Falls), the government is controlled by the Illuminati, who use Bill as their logo and put his picture on every single dollar bill.
Assuming that the US government will be our ally against Bill is a mistake. It's very plausible that the people in charge of the US government are hoping Bill will grant them godhood or something along those lines, and will sabotage any of their subordinates' attempts to prevent Bill's apocalypse. There are individuals within the government that we can safely work with, but right now we don't know who other than Russ.
mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
This is why I'm all for helping the government so we can infiltrate them. Then, when the day comes and we're staring down Bill and they do indeed side against us, we can cause them to implode, freeing up all their resources for our use against the Triangle Demon.
I do like the sound of that, but (a) I'm not sure we're up to the task considering Doof's intrigue, and (b) I think Xanatos might already be doing that better than we ever could and I don't want our schemes to interfere with each other.
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And what better than having easy reach access and influence to their up and coming heroes and making sure they can't be bill's pawns
I don't trust the government much at all (and I trust the one in Doofquest even less, BAH-DUTCH!), but, well, this is a VILLAINS VICTORIOUS setting, none of the factions are good people.
- Location
- Everywhere
It's not the morality I'm worried about. It's the fact that they're a rival to us and our goals even if officially they aren't, and the stronger they are the more of an obstacle they'll be to us.
And, in terms of my own personal goals, they're one of if not the biggest obstacle towards us eventually gaining true independence and recognition of Doofania as it's own independent country.
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
Where is the class in that, we are an EVIL GENIUS, not a wizzard, or not primarily a wizzard.
- Location
- In a void
This is why
[ ] Research extradimensional tech
DC 60
Now that you know that other dimensions exist, and are apparently hostile, it's probably a good idea to dust off those old plans for the Other-Dimension-Inator and try to look into this great new horizon. The hard part is going to be making sure it doesn't explode after 6 hours of use. Thankfully, the basic mechanics of the Crystal Key give you something to build your systems around.
(Reward: Other-Dimension-Inator created)
Its a easy one
[ ] Research extradimensional tech
DC 60
Now that you know that other dimensions exist, and are apparently hostile, it's probably a good idea to dust off those old plans for the Other-Dimension-Inator and try to look into this great new horizon. The hard part is going to be making sure it doesn't explode after 6 hours of use. Thankfully, the basic mechanics of the Crystal Key give you something to build your systems around.
(Reward: Other-Dimension-Inator created)
Its a easy one
We actually have the machine to go to other dimensions just about ready, it just needs the Learning action to complete it, we bought the artifact for it in the Occult auction in New York and then we had the ghost that works for us (Malifishmertz) analyze it.
Doof might not be a wizard but its not like we know nothing of the Occult (okay Doof knows nearly nothing but the people around him help)
Quest: The Best is Yet to Come- Fly Me to the Moon
- Location
- Pennsylvania
You are Mezmerella, currently operating under the name of Francisca Marshall, and the party has blown up in everyone's face, as is tradition [1]. The host has gone mad, the betrayals are stacking up, and you're pretty sure your new boss has got something serious under wraps, so to speak. Edna Mode is a lot of things, but foolish isn't one of them. If she thinks there's something up, besides Mirage's obvious crush on DEI's former pet Super[2], then there's probably something there.
Questions for later.[3]
What were you doing? Oh right, hacking your lungs out as the plaster dust billows around you. A glance tells you that you've been separated from the others, torn masonry neatly walling the others off from the immediate trouble. Before you, surrounded by myriad groaning and unconscious supers, stands a family squabble, a mob hit, and a Wheat Crunchies box cover all in one.
You should probably get out of the splash zone.
As you duck behind a torn pillar, you tap your combead, turning up the receive range. You're pretty sure the boss lady's going to want to hear this.
Out in the open, Winston's jaw gapes. "E-Evelyn?"
The woman squeezes her eyes closed. "I didn't want you to see me like this, Winston."
"See you like this? Like-like what?" Winston replies, confusion, fear, and an admitted undercurrent of excitement in his voice. "Like a Super-"
"Don't." Evelyn growles, a nimbus of electricity forming around her head as she does. A long- automated part of your mind represses the urge to flinch.
"What… what's wrong, Evelyn?" Winston askes.
"What's wrong?!" Eveleyn screams, stepping over the still body of Warren Peace without apparent care. "I've been mutated with an unstable power-inducing compound, that's what's wrong! I've spent over a year making sure you never got a chance to realize I'd been turned into a freak!"
"What?" Winston quietly asks.
"I have spent so long, so long, trying to keep you safe. I did this for you, Winston! I did all of this for you! I could have gutted the repeal in its infancy, but I knew I needed to play along. Until I could make you see!"
"Evelyn, you're talking nonsense! See what?"
"See… see… see how pathetic you look! You- even now, you cling to that hero as if he's some prophesied savior!"
"Ma'am," Hego said calmly, arguably foolishly. "I'll admit, I don't understand what's going on tonight, but it's clearly more than I thought it was. I'm going to ask you to calm down, and-"
You have to hand it to the man, he's trying despite the odds, but…
"SHUT UP!"
Yeah, that's more or less what you expected.[4]
Evelyn Martial Check: SHUT UP
11+29+15=55
Hego Opposed
35+36-7=64
Bare failure
Evelyn compounded her declaration by raising an arm and discharging a massive electrical blast in Hego's general direction. Fortunately, between the imprecise attack and Evelyn's increasingly unstable behavior, Hego was able to dive out of the way just in time. The bolts annihilated what was left of the buffet cart behind him and started a few fires in the parts of the floor that weren't already ablaze.
"I-I don't understand where it all went wrong!"[5] Evelyn ranted to nobody, looking wildly around the remains of the convention hall. "It was perfect! Tonight should've killed that bill dead in the water! Right up until… you."
"Oh, I was wondering when you would remember I was here." Sinatron replied, nonchalantly leaning against a nearby pillar. "You're right about one thing, everything did go perfect, but in all your planning and plotting you never expected to go bust. Now smile for the cameras, why don't you? I hacked into the mainframe just for you."
You hear various noises over your combead, most of which are Mirage frantically slotting the pieces together. Very informative, would have been useful ten minutes ago.[6] Also Edna. She's still there, God help your boss.
Sinatron Martial Check:
42+36+15(The Rat Pack)=93
Evelyn Martial Contest:
56+29+15(System Shock)=100
Bare Failure
Blazing red beams streaked through the night as Evelyn dove for cover, carving deep into the rubble. Sinatron took his finger off of the trigger. "Oh, c'mon, Evelyn. You have to know that this goes nowhere for you! Let's say you kill me, kill the cape, kill everyone. What happens next? The coppers are on their way, are you going to kill all of them too? Give it ten minutes and your name and face'll be plastered all over the net. There's nowhere left to run for you."
"Files can be erased." Evelyn snarled. "Let's start with yours."
"And that's going to erase memories, too? After what happened tonight you won't have much pull left at your company. Can you really go after all the big names, all the other CEOs, and put them in the ground? That'd be a tall order even for me."
"Such a shame they died in the collapse." Evelyn growled. "All the sensible ones are already-"
"Evelyn." Winston said quietly.
"I-" The woman wilted, fires sputtering out for a moment before a grim certainty returned in force. "I need to handle this, brother."
"Evelyn, you don't-"
"I always handle it." Evelyn said again, growing more sure of herself. Energy crackled. "Every time there's a mess, your big sister cleans it up. So don't worry. Relax. And I will deal with it. I will end this traitor, and then, I will find a way to make you understand."
"Traitor? You're one to talk." Sinatron replied. "I didn't see you rushing to your ol' Buddy's defense after he got clobbered."
"All you had to do was stick to the plan!"
"What, the plan where we ice a buncha folks to prove your dull, bigoted point? I don't work with bigots, Evelyn, but I guess you were too caught up in your revenge to realize that. Heh. I know from where you're standing, tonight might seem like one a' Syndrome's twenty-four karat runs of bad luck… but the truth is, the game was rigged from the start."[7]
Evelyn Martial Check:
34+29+15(System Shock)=78
Rat Pack Martial Contest:
45+36+15(The Rat Pack)-25(Conductive)=71
Bare Success
Apparently no longer interested in banter, you watch as Evelyn blasts her way through the robotic Rat Pack with near machinelike[8] efficiency. Sammy Davis Jr. goes down in a burst of sparks, and Dean Martin simply slumps to the floor with a whine of servo gears. Only a handful of artificial bots are left standing around the Chairman, which is not doing much to help his return fire.
Sinatron Martial Check:
51+36+5(The Rat Pack)=93
Evelyn Martial Contest:
1+29+15(System Shock)=45
Evelyn Critical Failure!
But The Voice wasn't going down without a fight. Another round of lasers burst from Sinatra's built-in weapons[9], catching the woman across the leg and making her cry out. The woman tried to call again on her electricity, forming a corona of power around her…
And releasing a nasty-sounding brtttzz![10] Something hidden in Evelyn's outfit starts to smoke.
"No!" The woman screams, reaching into her dress and pulling out what appear to be a pair of clearly ruined goggles. The outside of them seem to be covered with miniaturized screens, but both lenses are now cracked and show nothing but static. The device gives one last wheezing noise[11] before going blank.
Mezmerella Learning Check:
DC 80
31+11+20+10(???)+10(Theming)=82
Bare Success
It takes you a moment to figure out why backwards-TV goggles are such a vital aspect of the madwoman's plan. Close-range broadcasting capabilities, coupled with the tellingly familiar behavior of the hothead earlier, adds up to one very familiar conclusion. This woman has her own access to mind control.[12] And she just blew it up herself.[13]
You can see Hego and Winston having some sort of whispered argument from behind the nearest cover, and the bosslady slowly making her way towards the fighting with the rest of the team. Between the six of you, you represent the majority of the people still up and standing.[14]
You whisper into your combead. "Okay, so-"
There's a hiss on the other end from the Marco kid. Right. Need to adjust the gain. You duck back behind the pillar, fiddling with the dial. You wince as your holdout pistol digs into your thigh, and you shift your pose so it stops doing that.[15] "That better? Good. So what's the plan, boss? Are we staying or are we going?"
You practically hear the grimace at the other end. "We can't just leave him.[16] I need a moment to plan."
You hear something that sounds like "Is 'kill her' a viable plan?" from the ant girl.[17]
Sinatron smirks as Evelyn tries to get over her own, apparently ruined, holdout option. "Oh, so you finally managed to get that little trick of yours portable. Shame though, looks like it isn't workin' so good right at the moment. You should take better care of your equipment."
Good to have confirmation on that. You keep talking, eyeing Hego and Winston's own hunkered down whispered plotting session across the room. "Crazy lady just busted her mind-control gear. If I were up there, I'd probably be down to two, maybe three contingencies. There's not going to be a better time to-"
Evelyn giggles.
Evelyn Martial Check:
65+29+15(System Shock)=109
Rat Pack Martial Contest:
80+36+5(The Rat Pack)-25(Conductive)=96
Success
The last of Sinatron's coterie goes down with less than dulcet tones. The big man himself is actually flung back by the force of the magnetic burst, and lands painfully[18] on the rubble that now litters the remains of the hall.
You can hear Mirage grimacing[19] over the combead. A moment later, it crackles back into life as Lizzy turns to her fellow bodyguard and asks:
"Marco, are we friends?"[20]
"What?"[21]
"We don't talk much." She continues as a small fire slowly burns itself out in a nearby ficus. "We just both sort of… hang around Janna. I am trying to be more… sociable."
"Lizzy, this really isn't the ti-"
"So I wanted to ask if you considered me a friend, or just someone you hang out with sometimes."
"Y-yes yes, we're friends!" Marco stage whispers[22] back. "Just, we can talk about this later, oka-"
"Ok cool. I was thinking we might want to attend some sort of social event soon. With Janna, I mean. Not as a date or anything. I know you're already really attracted to that Star girl."[23]
"What!?!" Marco shouts.[24]
"It is very obvious."
As Mirage desperately attempts to manage the teenage[25] antics, Sinatron pulls himself back to his metal feet. "Maybe you better be thanking me. The shot wasn't supposed to give your new pizzazz that much of a wallop, but you're sure makin' use of it."
Sinatron Martial Check:
33+36=69
Evelyn Martial Contest:
89+29+15(System Shock)=133
Failure
Another round of shots fire off towards Evelyn, but it is only one gunman and Evelyn is unexpectedly good at avoiding them, it seems. Even the ones that do hit seem to be shrugged off more effectively than a woman running off two hours of sleep and a caffeine injection should manage.
"I'm not leaving!" Winston declares, in an attempt to finish off whatever argument he was having.
"Then at least take a back row seat, kid!" Sinatron replies, turning to look at his boss. "It's getting dangerous in h-"
Evelyn Martial Check:
46+29+15(System Shock)=90
Rat Pack Martial Contest:
60+36-25(Conductive)=71
Success
Evelyn Deavor trait activates: Circuit Breaker!
Sinatron's body comes apart at the seams. Bolts and rivets rattle and pop and twist, distorting from the heat as they fly apart, the three piece suit and synthetic flesh burning away under the force of the lightning. An acrid scent sears the air as the machine man seizes violently. He collapses on his knees, seizing violently as parts of him fall out the melted-open wound in his torso.
A burned-out husk collapses to the floor. The world observes a moment of silence.
"Forget the plan?" Marco asks.
"...Yes." Mirage says. "Forget the plan."
Circuit Breaker: Any level of success immediately defeats an opponent.
You're facing an unstable super with an unintentionally dangerous power. Her holdout Screenslaver tech has been destroyed, but there is currently one closer-to-hero-than-zero and one Winston Deavor between her and whatever she intends to do next, and only one of those things is likely to survive her attention.
You've got to do something now, before it's too late.
What's your game?
[ ] Write-In
There is a twenty-four hour moratorium on voting.
[1] You'll definitely enjoy the irony later.
[2] It is kind of funny they tried a hero first, considering the branding, but hey, here you are.[2.1][2.2]
[4] You give it at least twelve more seconds before she starts monologuing.
[5] Nine. Darn.
[6] Or maybe not, honestly. You'd've been able to call the police? Someone's probably already done that.
[7] Is that a quote? It sounded like it was a quote.
[8] Heh.
[9] Snazzy.
[10] Kezats? Vrrrm? It's got a whirring, but also a kind of a sparking thing. Like shooting a toaster. Or a fan thrown into a clothes washer. Sorta like this one noise your hard drive made that one time. Sort of a sizzle-pop. Maybe you should ask around for opinions post-op. This thought-stream is going on too long.
[11] Whrrrrrm? Zrrrrrr? [11.1]
[13] That's good!
[14] Edna has hidden herself in a topiary and is watching everyone like a hawk. You can see her glasses sticking out. [14.1]
[17] Real charmer, that girl. At least she's straightforward about it.
[18] Do Syndroids feel pain?
[19] You're not sure how, but you do.
[20] You almost want to hear him say no just to see what would happen.
[21] Oh my god.
[22]Is that the right term? It's not like he's deliberately being loud, he's just shouting while whispering. [22.1]
[24] Not whisper-shouts.
[25] You think. You're not about to ask. You're pretty sure though.
Questions for later.[3]
What were you doing? Oh right, hacking your lungs out as the plaster dust billows around you. A glance tells you that you've been separated from the others, torn masonry neatly walling the others off from the immediate trouble. Before you, surrounded by myriad groaning and unconscious supers, stands a family squabble, a mob hit, and a Wheat Crunchies box cover all in one.
You should probably get out of the splash zone.
As you duck behind a torn pillar, you tap your combead, turning up the receive range. You're pretty sure the boss lady's going to want to hear this.
Out in the open, Winston's jaw gapes. "E-Evelyn?"
The woman squeezes her eyes closed. "I didn't want you to see me like this, Winston."
"See you like this? Like-like what?" Winston replies, confusion, fear, and an admitted undercurrent of excitement in his voice. "Like a Super-"
"Don't." Evelyn growles, a nimbus of electricity forming around her head as she does. A long- automated part of your mind represses the urge to flinch.
"What… what's wrong, Evelyn?" Winston askes.
"What's wrong?!" Eveleyn screams, stepping over the still body of Warren Peace without apparent care. "I've been mutated with an unstable power-inducing compound, that's what's wrong! I've spent over a year making sure you never got a chance to realize I'd been turned into a freak!"
"What?" Winston quietly asks.
"I have spent so long, so long, trying to keep you safe. I did this for you, Winston! I did all of this for you! I could have gutted the repeal in its infancy, but I knew I needed to play along. Until I could make you see!"
"Evelyn, you're talking nonsense! See what?"
"See… see… see how pathetic you look! You- even now, you cling to that hero as if he's some prophesied savior!"
"Ma'am," Hego said calmly, arguably foolishly. "I'll admit, I don't understand what's going on tonight, but it's clearly more than I thought it was. I'm going to ask you to calm down, and-"
You have to hand it to the man, he's trying despite the odds, but…
"SHUT UP!"
Yeah, that's more or less what you expected.[4]
Evelyn Martial Check: SHUT UP
11+29+15=55
Hego Opposed
35+36-7=64
Bare failure
Evelyn compounded her declaration by raising an arm and discharging a massive electrical blast in Hego's general direction. Fortunately, between the imprecise attack and Evelyn's increasingly unstable behavior, Hego was able to dive out of the way just in time. The bolts annihilated what was left of the buffet cart behind him and started a few fires in the parts of the floor that weren't already ablaze.
"I-I don't understand where it all went wrong!"[5] Evelyn ranted to nobody, looking wildly around the remains of the convention hall. "It was perfect! Tonight should've killed that bill dead in the water! Right up until… you."
"Oh, I was wondering when you would remember I was here." Sinatron replied, nonchalantly leaning against a nearby pillar. "You're right about one thing, everything did go perfect, but in all your planning and plotting you never expected to go bust. Now smile for the cameras, why don't you? I hacked into the mainframe just for you."
You hear various noises over your combead, most of which are Mirage frantically slotting the pieces together. Very informative, would have been useful ten minutes ago.[6] Also Edna. She's still there, God help your boss.
Sinatron Martial Check:
42+36+15(The Rat Pack)=93
Evelyn Martial Contest:
56+29+15(System Shock)=100
Bare Failure
Blazing red beams streaked through the night as Evelyn dove for cover, carving deep into the rubble. Sinatron took his finger off of the trigger. "Oh, c'mon, Evelyn. You have to know that this goes nowhere for you! Let's say you kill me, kill the cape, kill everyone. What happens next? The coppers are on their way, are you going to kill all of them too? Give it ten minutes and your name and face'll be plastered all over the net. There's nowhere left to run for you."
"Files can be erased." Evelyn snarled. "Let's start with yours."
"And that's going to erase memories, too? After what happened tonight you won't have much pull left at your company. Can you really go after all the big names, all the other CEOs, and put them in the ground? That'd be a tall order even for me."
"Such a shame they died in the collapse." Evelyn growled. "All the sensible ones are already-"
"Evelyn." Winston said quietly.
"I-" The woman wilted, fires sputtering out for a moment before a grim certainty returned in force. "I need to handle this, brother."
"Evelyn, you don't-"
"I always handle it." Evelyn said again, growing more sure of herself. Energy crackled. "Every time there's a mess, your big sister cleans it up. So don't worry. Relax. And I will deal with it. I will end this traitor, and then, I will find a way to make you understand."
"Traitor? You're one to talk." Sinatron replied. "I didn't see you rushing to your ol' Buddy's defense after he got clobbered."
"All you had to do was stick to the plan!"
"What, the plan where we ice a buncha folks to prove your dull, bigoted point? I don't work with bigots, Evelyn, but I guess you were too caught up in your revenge to realize that. Heh. I know from where you're standing, tonight might seem like one a' Syndrome's twenty-four karat runs of bad luck… but the truth is, the game was rigged from the start."[7]
Evelyn Martial Check:
34+29+15(System Shock)=78
Rat Pack Martial Contest:
45+36+15(The Rat Pack)-25(Conductive)=71
Bare Success
Apparently no longer interested in banter, you watch as Evelyn blasts her way through the robotic Rat Pack with near machinelike[8] efficiency. Sammy Davis Jr. goes down in a burst of sparks, and Dean Martin simply slumps to the floor with a whine of servo gears. Only a handful of artificial bots are left standing around the Chairman, which is not doing much to help his return fire.
Sinatron Martial Check:
51+36+5(The Rat Pack)=93
Evelyn Martial Contest:
1+29+15(System Shock)=45
Evelyn Critical Failure!
But The Voice wasn't going down without a fight. Another round of lasers burst from Sinatra's built-in weapons[9], catching the woman across the leg and making her cry out. The woman tried to call again on her electricity, forming a corona of power around her…
And releasing a nasty-sounding brtttzz![10] Something hidden in Evelyn's outfit starts to smoke.
"No!" The woman screams, reaching into her dress and pulling out what appear to be a pair of clearly ruined goggles. The outside of them seem to be covered with miniaturized screens, but both lenses are now cracked and show nothing but static. The device gives one last wheezing noise[11] before going blank.
Mezmerella Learning Check:
DC 80
31+11+20+10(???)+10(Theming)=82
Bare Success
It takes you a moment to figure out why backwards-TV goggles are such a vital aspect of the madwoman's plan. Close-range broadcasting capabilities, coupled with the tellingly familiar behavior of the hothead earlier, adds up to one very familiar conclusion. This woman has her own access to mind control.[12] And she just blew it up herself.[13]
You can see Hego and Winston having some sort of whispered argument from behind the nearest cover, and the bosslady slowly making her way towards the fighting with the rest of the team. Between the six of you, you represent the majority of the people still up and standing.[14]
You whisper into your combead. "Okay, so-"
There's a hiss on the other end from the Marco kid. Right. Need to adjust the gain. You duck back behind the pillar, fiddling with the dial. You wince as your holdout pistol digs into your thigh, and you shift your pose so it stops doing that.[15] "That better? Good. So what's the plan, boss? Are we staying or are we going?"
You practically hear the grimace at the other end. "We can't just leave him.[16] I need a moment to plan."
You hear something that sounds like "Is 'kill her' a viable plan?" from the ant girl.[17]
Sinatron smirks as Evelyn tries to get over her own, apparently ruined, holdout option. "Oh, so you finally managed to get that little trick of yours portable. Shame though, looks like it isn't workin' so good right at the moment. You should take better care of your equipment."
Good to have confirmation on that. You keep talking, eyeing Hego and Winston's own hunkered down whispered plotting session across the room. "Crazy lady just busted her mind-control gear. If I were up there, I'd probably be down to two, maybe three contingencies. There's not going to be a better time to-"
Evelyn giggles.
Evelyn Martial Check:
65+29+15(System Shock)=109
Rat Pack Martial Contest:
80+36+5(The Rat Pack)-25(Conductive)=96
Success
The last of Sinatron's coterie goes down with less than dulcet tones. The big man himself is actually flung back by the force of the magnetic burst, and lands painfully[18] on the rubble that now litters the remains of the hall.
You can hear Mirage grimacing[19] over the combead. A moment later, it crackles back into life as Lizzy turns to her fellow bodyguard and asks:
"Marco, are we friends?"[20]
"What?"[21]
"We don't talk much." She continues as a small fire slowly burns itself out in a nearby ficus. "We just both sort of… hang around Janna. I am trying to be more… sociable."
"Lizzy, this really isn't the ti-"
"So I wanted to ask if you considered me a friend, or just someone you hang out with sometimes."
"Y-yes yes, we're friends!" Marco stage whispers[22] back. "Just, we can talk about this later, oka-"
"Ok cool. I was thinking we might want to attend some sort of social event soon. With Janna, I mean. Not as a date or anything. I know you're already really attracted to that Star girl."[23]
"What!?!" Marco shouts.[24]
"It is very obvious."
As Mirage desperately attempts to manage the teenage[25] antics, Sinatron pulls himself back to his metal feet. "Maybe you better be thanking me. The shot wasn't supposed to give your new pizzazz that much of a wallop, but you're sure makin' use of it."
Sinatron Martial Check:
33+36=69
Evelyn Martial Contest:
89+29+15(System Shock)=133
Failure
Another round of shots fire off towards Evelyn, but it is only one gunman and Evelyn is unexpectedly good at avoiding them, it seems. Even the ones that do hit seem to be shrugged off more effectively than a woman running off two hours of sleep and a caffeine injection should manage.
"I'm not leaving!" Winston declares, in an attempt to finish off whatever argument he was having.
"Then at least take a back row seat, kid!" Sinatron replies, turning to look at his boss. "It's getting dangerous in h-"
Evelyn Martial Check:
46+29+15(System Shock)=90
Rat Pack Martial Contest:
60+36-25(Conductive)=71
Success
Evelyn Deavor trait activates: Circuit Breaker!
Sinatron's body comes apart at the seams. Bolts and rivets rattle and pop and twist, distorting from the heat as they fly apart, the three piece suit and synthetic flesh burning away under the force of the lightning. An acrid scent sears the air as the machine man seizes violently. He collapses on his knees, seizing violently as parts of him fall out the melted-open wound in his torso.
A burned-out husk collapses to the floor. The world observes a moment of silence.
"Forget the plan?" Marco asks.
"...Yes." Mirage says. "Forget the plan."
Circuit Breaker: Any level of success immediately defeats an opponent.
You're facing an unstable super with an unintentionally dangerous power. Her holdout Screenslaver tech has been destroyed, but there is currently one closer-to-hero-than-zero and one Winston Deavor between her and whatever she intends to do next, and only one of those things is likely to survive her attention.
You've got to do something now, before it's too late.
What's your game?
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[1] You'll definitely enjoy the irony later.
[2] It is kind of funny they tried a hero first, considering the branding, but hey, here you are.[2.1][2.2]
[2.1] Okay, on a technical sense you get it, public sponsorship of a villain is a no go obviously, but there's always the wink-wink-nudge-nudge stuff.
[2.2] Pretending to be a superhero would be pretty fun. For a while. Could do a grand betrayal and everything. And get paid for it.
[3] Technically you could just open another thoughtstream and consider it now, but you prefer to keep an extra one available for combat purposes and doing more than three at once gives you a headache.[4] You give it at least twelve more seconds before she starts monologuing.
[5] Nine. Darn.
[6] Or maybe not, honestly. You'd've been able to call the police? Someone's probably already done that.
[7] Is that a quote? It sounded like it was a quote.
[8] Heh.
[9] Snazzy.
[10] Kezats? Vrrrm? It's got a whirring, but also a kind of a sparking thing. Like shooting a toaster. Or a fan thrown into a clothes washer. Sorta like this one noise your hard drive made that one time. Sort of a sizzle-pop. Maybe you should ask around for opinions post-op. This thought-stream is going on too long.
[11] Whrrrrrm? Zrrrrrr? [11.1]
[11.1] You should really stop distracting yourself with onomatopoeia.
[12] That's bad.[13] That's good!
[14] Edna has hidden herself in a topiary and is watching everyone like a hawk. You can see her glasses sticking out. [14.1]
[14.1] It looks hilarious.
[15] If your bosslady had known, she'd have called you paranoid, and now instead she'll have to call you sensible, and a genius. Because you were totally right! [15.1][15.1]You admit it was hard to get past security and maybe probably she'd have been mad if you got held up because of it.[15.1.1]
[15.1.1] But you were right! Now you have an option that isn't just hypnosis.[15.1.1.1]
[15.1.1.1] Not that going full lethal is a great idea either in this venue.[15.1.1.1.1]
[15.1.1.1.1 But it's the principle of the thing.[15.1.1.1.1.1]
[15.1.1.1.1.1] Ow. Your aching head.
[16] Hehehehe~[17] Real charmer, that girl. At least she's straightforward about it.
[18] Do Syndroids feel pain?
[19] You're not sure how, but you do.
[20] You almost want to hear him say no just to see what would happen.
[21] Oh my god.
[22]Is that the right term? It's not like he's deliberately being loud, he's just shouting while whispering. [22.1]
[22.1] Whisper-shouting? Food for thought.
[23] My god she's relentless.[24] Not whisper-shouts.
[25] You think. You're not about to ask. You're pretty sure though.
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- Location
- Chile
That should be 45.
We can rebuild him, we have the technology. I mean, we stole it from someone else, but we *do* still have the technology.
- Location
- USA
[] Plan: Multiple Avenues of Attack
-[] Marco and Lizzy work with Hego to keep Evelyn distracted, or to outright defeat her if possible.
-[] While Eveleyn is distracted, Mez counters with her own hypnosis to try to end this clusterfuck.
-[] Mirage recovers Sinatron's CPU/Memory so we can rebuild him? And trying to get Winston out of here.
Alright, a more serious attempt at a plan thoughts?
-[] Marco and Lizzy work with Hego to keep Evelyn distracted, or to outright defeat her if possible.
-[] While Eveleyn is distracted, Mez counters with her own hypnosis to try to end this clusterfuck.
-[] Mirage recovers Sinatron's CPU/Memory so we can rebuild him? And trying to get Winston out of here.
Alright, a more serious attempt at a plan thoughts?