- Location
- USA
So just kitsune and rival reports left.
Should we start hammering out the next plan?
Should we start hammering out the next plan?
DoofQuest- a Disney Villains Victorious CK2-Style Quest
- Thread starter Made in Heaven
- Start date
- Crossover
- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Dickinsons too.
ExNihilo
SPACE!
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Also Marco
- Location
- USA
Fair enough. That should be fairly significant as far as planning goes.
Honestly, until I can see what the DC's and descriptions of some of the GalFed techs are, I don't really feel like I'm remotely comfortable hammering out a plan in the learning category.
- Location
- Somewhere
To people who are talking about Galfed and Kats, yall are really forgetting that Earth has been described many times as being located in Evronian Space...
- Location
- The willow crowned hill
- Pronouns
- She/They
It hasn't. The galfed ship we stole was ostensibly headed there, as was Gantu's ship if it didn't malfunction.
Was trying to organize future plan base last choices but not the rewards and we have a TON of useful learning option. Maybe have Doof focus on those for the next turn would help.
We should also find and maybe hire GoGo and Wendy Wower since they have good stats. Also find Mezmerella and Spydah to have as ally and not as enemy.
We should also find and maybe hire GoGo and Wendy Wower since they have good stats. Also find Mezmerella and Spydah to have as ally and not as enemy.
- Location
- Academy City
- Pronouns
- They
I'm pretty sure Jumba can pass them, just on the basis of him having a 101 bonus to it and even our harder DCs being ~140, but whether or not we can take more than one of them is up in the air.
Can we use Doof's 'three personal action trade-off' for an extra Learning action? Or just as a reroll for a single action, not to exceed the number of permitted actions in total?
We have 300+ dcs. Some actions are available to us before we can actually use them.
Honestly, at this point, I think it might be best to just consider what our general wants are, so anyone who is thinking plans can take them into account.
The auction is obvious for me, but I don't think there is a great dispute about that.
I'd want to upgrade or energy for Martial.
Diplo, I have no objection to a recruit, but I really want at least one action reaching out to someone. Unless there is a coordinate with PB against Doom, because getting Doom out of our hair for a while would be nice.
Stewardship I want to recruit, but can be persuaded on the other.
Intrigue: Hopefully we get some easy DC follow-ups for StarCo, but otherwise, we really should investigated that drug cartel.
Learning, as I said, no idea. If there is something reasonable AI-wise, I'd like that, but otherwise, we could maybe hire Wendy this turn, and work on other stuff. Finishing off the doppleganger tech might be nice, since it might be a good way to boost intrigue and we are sorely lacking in such.
Personal wise I like the omake I did for Max, but like, it isn't a 100% deal breaker
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As far as Learning goes I think we should research the Doppelganger bodies to help with the issues Doof's having with the AI
It's just for rerolls
- Location
- The willow crowned hill
- Pronouns
- She/They
In my opinion, we're missing enough details about all of the galfed research options that we can't effectively plan for them. In terms of priorities, I'd say Uburnium for Technor and income (if it doesn't need some resource we don't have on earth, and if Khan doesn't finish fusion this turn), then decrypting the computers for DoofOS 2, then the translator (I suspect we need to decrypting the computers first), then the coffee machine.
I'm not kidding about the coffee machine, I half expect it to give extra personal actions
I'm not kidding about the coffee machine, I half expect it to give extra personal actions
KitRougard
Blatant furry. Deal with it.
- Location
- wherever I feel like~
- Pronouns
- He/She
On the coffee machine note, someone mentioned a MiB cartoon when it showed up?
- Location
- The great frozen north
Since we have some time to prepare for the Blot, I want to use next turn to do two things we don't want to keep putting off forever: Reach Out To Sheego for one, and spying on our employees. I'd rather get a lead on Kat sooner rather than later. Sure, the GalFed might stop him, but I'd rather stop him before he's conquered the two-and-a-half state area.
Also get Khan his personal horse.
Also get Khan his personal horse.
- Location
- Somewhere
Earth is considered part of Evronian Space by Galactic Federation.
- Location
- Pennsylvania
No, @Rozencrantz had it right. Earth is in GalFed space, and everyone assumed the galfed ship and Gantu's ship were heading to Evronian space. The GalFed couldn't maintain a presence on Earth if they were in the middle of Evronian space.
- Location
- Somewhere
Oh. Oof. Nevermind then...
Interlude: What the Dickens
- Location
- Pennsylvania
You sit down at your desk, piles of half-finished Inator plans discarded in the face of more important matters. After weeks of work, the patriarch of the Dickens clan has finally arrived to make his report.
Janna is here too, of course, though she doesn't seem to be fully comfortable. Receiving useful information from an authority figure is probably a little bit out of her experience.
The Commodore is a large man, made larger by the massive brown overcoat he wears and his bushy salt-and-pepper beard. A deerskin cap rests on top of a pair of intense eyes, sitting in a large-nosed, sharp-featured face. The man takes a moment to shuffle his notes.
"So, Mr. Doofenshmirtz." The Commodore says with a gruff voice. "Let me start off by saying that we Dickens usually do not undertake missions from those of your… persuasion. However, circumstances being as they are, and with confirmation from Miss Ordonia, I decided this case was an acceptable task. I think you will be fairly pleased with our results, although I must ask you to let me work through our process, I do poorly when my train of thought is interrupted."
You give an awkward nod. You're not entirely sure why he's spending so much time explaining this; possibly it's just something analytical types do.
"Naturally, we began by looking into existent family members; of the Marco boy, I mean. He has parents living in Echo Creek, as well as a younger sister."
"Wait." Janna interrupts, looking concerned. "You just walked up to his parents?! They're being watched, you could be putting them in danger-"
"Miss, please." The Commodore interrupts. "My own sister organized that outing, as well as her husband Butch. They were the picture of subtlety."
---
Butch's head popped out of the bottom of the Diaz's chimney. "Hello!"
"AAaaaaAA!" Mr and Mrs. Diaz screamed.
"AAAAaaaaaAA!!!" Butch screamed.
The sound of barking filled the room as a horde of labradors stampeded into the room.
"AaaAa- awww. How cute." Butch said.
The Laser Dogs shot him in the eye.
"AAaAAAAaAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
---
"In any case, while it took some reassurance, the boy's parents were convinced of our good intention. The boy is either very good at what he does or not nearly as filial in his piety as he ought to be, because he very rarely visits home. The visit was not a total loss though, because we were able to acquire a picture of the lad. With a little bit of image editing to account for the intervening years, we had a very accurate image of young Marco. From there, it was a simple matter of cross-referencing his appearance with our own databanks of missing persons, secret identities, and general shifty characters."
---
In a dark room, an unshaven man in fedora and tie clicked slowly through countless digitized photographs.
"No… no… no…" He checked the progress bar. 7 done. 4,683,412 to go.
"sigh."
---
"My son Max performed admirably. Somewhere around the three-millionth comparison, we hit a match."
The Commodore paused for a moment. "Now, what I am about to tell you might come as a shock. I recommend you prepare yourselves."
Janna in no way moved from her slouch.
"It appears that Marco Diaz has spent the last few years working as a hired mercenary."
"No way!"
The Commodore nods. "Oh, given what I knew of the boy I could hardly believe it either. But the facial recognition does not lie, and my granddaughter's systems confirmed it. It appears, presumably to earn the money and contacts needed to continue his own search for the Star girl, Marco has been utilizing his skills in the martial arts to serve as a general-purpose problem-solver for whichever noteworthies he deemed… worthy. He goes by the moniker… Cazador."
Janna broke out into uncontrolled, snorting laughter. "Caz- AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh my god, that nerd. Oh, that's Marco all right."
"That's not all. Evidence for this is spotty, and I cannot fully confirm their reliability, but anecdotal reports suggest the Cazador has skills beyond the merely martial, and that some of them may bend towards the… supernatural."
---
Kid Riddle watched in awe as the mercenary dodged each and every blow that was thrown his way by the oddly-costumed man in a pointy helmet. 'Jet Headstrong' had been the one to instigate the fight, trying to get the drop on Cazador for 'being up to no good', and the mercenary hadn't liked that one bit.
He fought back with brutally efficient punches and kicks, blocking and countering every attack that was made against him, all while returning a series of jabs into joints and pressure points on the superhero. Cazador moved with such speed that it didn't seem possible he wasn't enhanced in some way.
After a dozen or so blows, Cazador stopped. He took a step back.
"Huh. That wasn't so bad." Headstrong remarked.
Cazador snapped his fingers.
Headstrong's head flew off in one direction while his body went soaring in another. Kid Riddle screamed as the head landed directly at his feet.
"No, it's okay, it's supposed to do that!" the hero cheerfully assured him.
Riddle screamed louder as he kicked the head in the opposite direction and ran for it. Cazador, after noticing the disturbance, had ducked off into an alleyway but there was nowhere he could go! All he had to do to was talk to him, and-
Where did he disappear to?!
---
The Commodore coughed as the two of you failed to react in any way. "Ah, I take it the missing persons have some greater connection to the occult you failed to inform us of? Presumably related to the individual stalking them. What is it? An ancient curse? A mystical artifact? A monstrous beast? Perhaps some form of cryptic legend?"
"Star's a magical princess from another dimension." Janna said simply.
"…I see." The Commodore grumbled. "Well then. A touch more overt than I usually deal with. But very well. Regardless, with this in mind, the only remaining task was to locate the boy's current whereabouts. This is where we ran into the difficulty. There were plenty of sightings of 'Cazador' of course, that is simply part and parcel of the international 'cape' scene. But those sightings conflicted. By all accounts, the boy moves impossibly fast. At first we thought some of the sightings were falsified, to throw us off the trail, but in time we came to be sure that many of them were not. The boy moved from the East Coast to the West within an hour. It seems clear he has some means of locomotion that allows him to-"
"Good, he's still got the Scissors then."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, Marco can just sort of- snip snip- pop! Wherever he wants."
"…Is there a reason you did not inform me of this before we began our investigations?"
"Didn't know if I could trust you."
"My dear. My reputation… what is left of it… is predicated upon my discretion. If you decide to retain my family's services in the future, I do hope you will recognize our quality."
"Sooo." you say. "I'm certainly impressed with your performance, Mr. Dickens. But, what now?"
"Now." The man says, standing up, "I find your boy for you."
"What? I thought you said you were only working for two months?"
"Originally, yes. But this case has been the first meaty investigation I've had in a long time. And it is, as I understand it, for good cause. I will be looking into this on my own time. At this point it is merely a matter of inquiring with likely employers until I find someone willing to admit to employing him, and then gain a lead on his next appearance."
"Well, that's very nice of you."
"Think nothing of it Doctor. It gladdens me to see that not all supervillains in this day and age have become self-centered, ungrateful, overproduced queens of- ahem."
The Commodore cut himself off. "In any case. I have some pudding to be getting back to, so I will take my leave. I will let you know when I have something actionable."
You look over at Janna as the man exits. Her expression is… hard to read. Maybe… determined?
---
Marco has been working as a mercenary for hire under the ridiculous code name of 'Cazador'!
The Commodore expects to have an actionable location on Marco in the near future!
Janna appreciates you hiring the world's greatest detective agency to look for her friends!
Janna is here too, of course, though she doesn't seem to be fully comfortable. Receiving useful information from an authority figure is probably a little bit out of her experience.
The Commodore is a large man, made larger by the massive brown overcoat he wears and his bushy salt-and-pepper beard. A deerskin cap rests on top of a pair of intense eyes, sitting in a large-nosed, sharp-featured face. The man takes a moment to shuffle his notes.
"So, Mr. Doofenshmirtz." The Commodore says with a gruff voice. "Let me start off by saying that we Dickens usually do not undertake missions from those of your… persuasion. However, circumstances being as they are, and with confirmation from Miss Ordonia, I decided this case was an acceptable task. I think you will be fairly pleased with our results, although I must ask you to let me work through our process, I do poorly when my train of thought is interrupted."
You give an awkward nod. You're not entirely sure why he's spending so much time explaining this; possibly it's just something analytical types do.
"Naturally, we began by looking into existent family members; of the Marco boy, I mean. He has parents living in Echo Creek, as well as a younger sister."
"Wait." Janna interrupts, looking concerned. "You just walked up to his parents?! They're being watched, you could be putting them in danger-"
"Miss, please." The Commodore interrupts. "My own sister organized that outing, as well as her husband Butch. They were the picture of subtlety."
---
Butch's head popped out of the bottom of the Diaz's chimney. "Hello!"
"AAaaaaAA!" Mr and Mrs. Diaz screamed.
"AAAAaaaaaAA!!!" Butch screamed.
The sound of barking filled the room as a horde of labradors stampeded into the room.
"AaaAa- awww. How cute." Butch said.
The Laser Dogs shot him in the eye.
"AAaAAAAaAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
---
"In any case, while it took some reassurance, the boy's parents were convinced of our good intention. The boy is either very good at what he does or not nearly as filial in his piety as he ought to be, because he very rarely visits home. The visit was not a total loss though, because we were able to acquire a picture of the lad. With a little bit of image editing to account for the intervening years, we had a very accurate image of young Marco. From there, it was a simple matter of cross-referencing his appearance with our own databanks of missing persons, secret identities, and general shifty characters."
---
In a dark room, an unshaven man in fedora and tie clicked slowly through countless digitized photographs.
"No… no… no…" He checked the progress bar. 7 done. 4,683,412 to go.
"sigh."
---
"My son Max performed admirably. Somewhere around the three-millionth comparison, we hit a match."
The Commodore paused for a moment. "Now, what I am about to tell you might come as a shock. I recommend you prepare yourselves."
Janna in no way moved from her slouch.
"It appears that Marco Diaz has spent the last few years working as a hired mercenary."
"No way!"
The Commodore nods. "Oh, given what I knew of the boy I could hardly believe it either. But the facial recognition does not lie, and my granddaughter's systems confirmed it. It appears, presumably to earn the money and contacts needed to continue his own search for the Star girl, Marco has been utilizing his skills in the martial arts to serve as a general-purpose problem-solver for whichever noteworthies he deemed… worthy. He goes by the moniker… Cazador."
Janna broke out into uncontrolled, snorting laughter. "Caz- AHAHAHAHAHA! Oh my god, that nerd. Oh, that's Marco all right."
"That's not all. Evidence for this is spotty, and I cannot fully confirm their reliability, but anecdotal reports suggest the Cazador has skills beyond the merely martial, and that some of them may bend towards the… supernatural."
---
Kid Riddle watched in awe as the mercenary dodged each and every blow that was thrown his way by the oddly-costumed man in a pointy helmet. 'Jet Headstrong' had been the one to instigate the fight, trying to get the drop on Cazador for 'being up to no good', and the mercenary hadn't liked that one bit.
He fought back with brutally efficient punches and kicks, blocking and countering every attack that was made against him, all while returning a series of jabs into joints and pressure points on the superhero. Cazador moved with such speed that it didn't seem possible he wasn't enhanced in some way.
After a dozen or so blows, Cazador stopped. He took a step back.
"Huh. That wasn't so bad." Headstrong remarked.
Cazador snapped his fingers.
Headstrong's head flew off in one direction while his body went soaring in another. Kid Riddle screamed as the head landed directly at his feet.
"No, it's okay, it's supposed to do that!" the hero cheerfully assured him.
Riddle screamed louder as he kicked the head in the opposite direction and ran for it. Cazador, after noticing the disturbance, had ducked off into an alleyway but there was nowhere he could go! All he had to do to was talk to him, and-
Where did he disappear to?!
---
The Commodore coughed as the two of you failed to react in any way. "Ah, I take it the missing persons have some greater connection to the occult you failed to inform us of? Presumably related to the individual stalking them. What is it? An ancient curse? A mystical artifact? A monstrous beast? Perhaps some form of cryptic legend?"
"Star's a magical princess from another dimension." Janna said simply.
"…I see." The Commodore grumbled. "Well then. A touch more overt than I usually deal with. But very well. Regardless, with this in mind, the only remaining task was to locate the boy's current whereabouts. This is where we ran into the difficulty. There were plenty of sightings of 'Cazador' of course, that is simply part and parcel of the international 'cape' scene. But those sightings conflicted. By all accounts, the boy moves impossibly fast. At first we thought some of the sightings were falsified, to throw us off the trail, but in time we came to be sure that many of them were not. The boy moved from the East Coast to the West within an hour. It seems clear he has some means of locomotion that allows him to-"
"Good, he's still got the Scissors then."
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, Marco can just sort of- snip snip- pop! Wherever he wants."
"…Is there a reason you did not inform me of this before we began our investigations?"
"Didn't know if I could trust you."
"My dear. My reputation… what is left of it… is predicated upon my discretion. If you decide to retain my family's services in the future, I do hope you will recognize our quality."
"Sooo." you say. "I'm certainly impressed with your performance, Mr. Dickens. But, what now?"
"Now." The man says, standing up, "I find your boy for you."
"What? I thought you said you were only working for two months?"
"Originally, yes. But this case has been the first meaty investigation I've had in a long time. And it is, as I understand it, for good cause. I will be looking into this on my own time. At this point it is merely a matter of inquiring with likely employers until I find someone willing to admit to employing him, and then gain a lead on his next appearance."
"Well, that's very nice of you."
"Think nothing of it Doctor. It gladdens me to see that not all supervillains in this day and age have become self-centered, ungrateful, overproduced queens of- ahem."
The Commodore cut himself off. "In any case. I have some pudding to be getting back to, so I will take my leave. I will let you know when I have something actionable."
You look over at Janna as the man exits. Her expression is… hard to read. Maybe… determined?
---
Marco has been working as a mercenary for hire under the ridiculous code name of 'Cazador'!
The Commodore expects to have an actionable location on Marco in the near future!
Janna appreciates you hiring the world's greatest detective agency to look for her friends!
- Location
- California,USA
Ladies and Gentleman...we got him...now we got to recruit him.
.... I don't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this.
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Hmmm... Is pudding something this Commodore character is normally associated with? Or is there a certain somebody pulling a fast one on us?
weredrago2
"Cowabunga, Shadow the Hedgehog..."
- Location
- Florida
The Commodore also enjoys pudding. No Glossarick antics here.
Forgothrax
Not Going Gently
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Yeah, but you gotta get in touch with him first.