Fate/In Glory Of (Worm)
- Thread starter Jefardi
- Start date
- Crossover Modern Superhero
Parodos 04.12.04
[X] Preemptively attack the rally before it can fully form!
Ralph Barringer believed heritage was important.
Everyone had it; the traditions that one's family passed down to them. In some ways it was one of the most prolific concepts in existence.
The lineage of great heroes, of ancestors of yore who fought for what was right and against what was wrong, who fought to save home and hearth. Those whose blood now ran through his veins, which was the legacy he added to and gave off to his children who in turn added to it and gave it to their children.
The blood of great soldiers, of statesmen, of orators, of men who had changed the course of history pumped through him.
The most notable being a pair of generals from the 1800s.
It made him proud.
There was even a statue of his great-great-great-great grandfather near his childhood home.
Was being the operative word.
It no longer existed.
Just because he had been on the wrong side of a war that he hadn't supported?
That was so messed up. Fucked up, to be more honest. People were erasing history, the great movers and shakers of yesteryears because it didn't fit the popular zeitgeist. How shortsighted could people be? Those who don't learn from their history, are doomed to repeat it.
It was during a lunch break at the office, while grumbling over the call he got from his father that the former statue's location was being converted to a Mexican restaurant that a coworker had asked what had gotten him so down in the dumps. They got to talking. Turns out? Many others felt the exact same as he did.
Many, many others.
Ralph had no lack of newfound friends to commiserate with.
It made him feel hope that he wasn't alone- that he wasn't the only one who valued their heritage.
So when one of his friends' streets was being renamed, he joined the protest against it. The great man it was named after had fought and bled for his name to be recalled throughout the ages… why should someone he had never heard of from some place that wasn't even remotely in this half of the country get to rewrite the street with their own name? Why should they get to steal someone else's heritage?
That wasn't the end of it. More and more of history was revised in every dusty corner of his life, supposedly being 'corrected', whatever that meant. Monuments came down, events were disrupted, parks were renamed, streets changed…
It was erasure.
It was sacrilege.
Ralph was going to fight against this heresy, the sheer audacity to rewrite history and remove the hard working, hard fought ancestors from it was something that could not stand.
What people got wrong, what they truly were inconceivably incorrect was he truly believed everyone had heritage. Everyone had to come from something, somewhere.
It's just that most of the names that people were slapping in their place had the lineages of mud and shit.
Removing the illustrious names of generals to replace them with a mere foreigner corporal. Of someone who had been raised from obscurity for 'representation'. The act was shocking and disturbing. For someone without a single piece of family history having to steal from those who deserved it more, who had already paid their debt to have their heritage be known far and wide.
It sickened him to his very core.
Ralph Barringer wasn't going to be some great war chief, or a statesman, or a master architect. That didn't change that he was going to add to the heritage his future children would inherit.
He was fighting for a world where his family would get the statue back, where they would never have to worry about the lessers trying to take what wasn't theirs to grab with their filthy hands.
The rest all fell into place quite simply.
Some of the lessers had gotten uppity and tried with their low, animal cunning that some seemed to unfortunately possess to take what wasn't theirs. They had even brutally murdered a great man in his home, during the greatest trials the world had ever known. Or butchered children as they enjoyed the follies of youth.
Pure savagery.
Despicable.
Those lessers had a legacy to give their spawn now; that of being born to child-killers. What a grand heritage to be proud of, truly.
Was there any question that Ralph wouldn't join his friends when they went out in the night? When he got to see a great man in his prime, one who would lead them in vengeance for this hate crime committed against them? To be part of something great?
They were going show those with nothing but dirt to their blood why they would always only have nothing better to their name. Like the wrath of god descending upon those who profane him in a fiery tide of righteous fury, forever removing such-
There was no great noise to signify its arrival. No cacophony, no babies screaming nor dogs yowling. No choir of the damned to announce it's birth into the material.
Ralph blinked and there was a thing, massive and brawny, that stood amidst them.
It was a monument to violence, in all its brutal glory.
A fated messy end wafted off of it.
Power barely contained, ready to strike out like an animal.
Dark as the pitiless night.
Grotesque bulging muscules.
Deformed features that spoke to a life of malice and hatred.
Of mindless, endless, ceaseless violence.
Of death.
"░░░▒▒▒▒▓▓▓███████████████!"
Through air as thick as soup, the force of the thing's screech threw him back.
He wasn't the only one.
Five.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Twenty five.
Twenty-eight feet away if he could tell correctly. Not that he could. Nor could he feel the pain that it entailed.
Landing on concrete wasn't as noticeable as it should have been.
What he could feel was every nerve in his body scream at him. Screaming that he shouldn't be here. That the mere act of being near this perversion of nature was going to end him.
It was the intrinsic instinct the hare knows that the wolf is afield.
That the prey knew the predator was here.
Ralph knew he would die right here and now. As no more than a mere afterthought.
His only hope laid in the greatest man he knew, the defender of the common people being able to slay the blood-thirsting beast.
The sound of flesh being gutted twinned.
The abomination didn't cease it's ungodly noise even as metal sprouted around it's feet. Intricate and immense, steel designed by care and war anchored it's feet to the ground.
The Valkyrie twins grew, raising their implements, readying to smite the anathema.
All would be well, some of the fear in Ralph's mind calmed.
A thud.
The swoosh of air.
A careening noise of protest.
Steel shattering.
Flesh rendering.
One of the twins, Menja was embedded through a second story building.
Fenja on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.
Where Kaiser had been, now there was only an iron dome, bent and breaking as the monster slammed it's club against it, shattering it and throwing the man from within out, his steel armoured back creating a screech as he skidded along the road.
The devil's head turned.
An amber eye, like molten gold, simmering, bubbling with fury and wrath stared into him.
That was enough to make him piss himself, but the other was far worse.
A baleful, demonic amaranth void. There was no iris or pupil or eyeball. Merely a pulsating orb of malice.
Both seemed to pierce through him, disregard his worth, his very being.
His right to exist.
What did heritage matter when such daemons existed in the world?
That was the last thought Ralph Barringer had before shock set in.
The shadow jumped towards one of the tall women.
Jumped was a bit of a misnomer.
To jump would imply certain things. Like using one's feet to escape the call of it's own weight for a time.
Such things it was currently incapable of given that the shadow's feet were barely part of it right now.
A minor correction.
It would be more accurate instead to say it threw itself through the air.
The woman was now twice it's height. Her shield and short sword held in a manner that merely told the shadow on an instinctual level that she was a novice at best.
A part of the shadow sneers at the display.
The stone swordaxe bites into the sword, causing it to nearly throw the woman off her feet.
Yet it doesn't.
The giant understands on some level, with the amount of force it put in, a different effect should have happened from such a blow.
Sinew ripples.
The shield loses a third of itself, shattered into splinters of iron.
A hint of the future, instinctual and fundamental.
The shadow changes direction.
A pillar of steel rises, serrated and deadly, larger than even the colourful vehicle of the girl's paramour.
The sword goes into a sweep.
Ingrained motions come to life.
It's swordaxe bats it aside with contemptuous ease.
Metal is birthed from ground, seeking to pierce.
The shadow ignores that which cannot pierce it.
It's hand grabs the sword from the woman as the spear from her twin skitters across it's back.
Blades, numerous and varied spring forth, none gaining purchase as it pulls the weapon from the incompetent woman and breaks it with it's grip alone.
The woman twice it's height is punted into a five story building.
Her twin yells.
Flat plates of iron rushes the shadow from either side.
No instincts tell it to dodge and so it does not.
There is no pain, for it is unable to puncture it's skin.
More metal is birthed into the world and it is birthed. The ground it came from did not contain it prior, for it did not exist before attempting to bind the shadow.
Ton after ton of steel is created, compressing each prior instance of it against the shadow, seeking to crush the shadow.
Somewhere beyond, a man in metal pontificated at the shadow.
The metal shell that surrounded the shadow shattered in an explosion of shrapnel.
The twin women, now thrice it's height, boxed in the shadow, one wielding a newly created sword and shield.
Stone met metal.
Each strike tore the very air, as the twins were unable to hold their ground.
Stone won.
Steel and iron attempted to wound the shadow, to stymie it's already broken feet.
They were ignored for none could perforate it's skin.
Any that twinged at the future were bypassed.
A little over four times it's height, the women stopped increasing in height.
A normal person would not be able to harm them; even the projectile weapons favoured in this era would have been pinpricks.
The shadow kicked one into a building and grabbed the other by the face and created a crater with her head.
And kept smashing the blonde's head in the ground.
Again.
Again.
The debris from the first impact had yet to reach it's apex.
Again.
A steel structure of wrath and despair came hurtling through the air, the speed causing cracks in its wake.
Again.
The shadow tilted it's head to the side as it was formed, making it miss before it was launched. The traceries of steel made to slow or wound the shadow were completely ignored.
Again.
Again.
She ceased her struggles.
A part buried beneath the all encompassing red wondered if she was under Morpheus' grip or perhaps Hades'?
In the end it does not matter.
The shadow then threw her into the ground hard enough that when she bounced she cleared the surrounding buildings for a moment.
The other was yelling, fury in her eyes.
A woman quadrice the shadow's height tackled it, knocking both of them to the ground, attempting to grapple it.
The shadow's right hand loosened on the swordaxe to respond in kind.
Strength unbounded surged, memories less faded than all since it had met the girl flowed nearly to the surface. Flashes came in myriad, memories at the tips of recollection.
A second passes.
Then another.
A third passes.
The fourth second comes.
The shadow stands up.
It's opponent remains on the ground, in agony.
The woman's limbs are broken; bent in ways that the shadow intrinsically knows will take an extensive time to heal naturally, if they ever can. No break was clean. The shadow can hear bone fragments slosh in each limb. Multiple ribs are broken. More bones are broken than not.
Only the metal man remains.
For who else could be trying to harm the shadow with metal than a man clad in it?
Metal, raw and unshaped streamed forth to halt the shadow.
It stopped when the metal man was on the ground, writhing in pain, the armour he was encased in dented, causing him to barely be able to breathe – his life his own only due to the mercy the girl requested of it to not kill wantonly.
The girl had ordered the shadow to defeat the ones who were making the group of criminals form. It was now done.
She had then said if the shadow was able to, to place them together for the police.
A light kick to the metal man causes him to skid across the ground towards where the first giantess had fallen.
He gasped like a fish pulled from the sea.
Most likely trying to scream but couldn't pull enough air in to do so.
Approaching the second woman, the shadow is unable to grab her without causing her to die; her insides are too broken to be handled by it's uncaring touch. Instead it grabs her by the hair and drags her over to the two others, her screams loud and piercing far more than any steel thrown at the shadow today.
With a miserable noise, she comes to a rest next to the two others.
With that second task done, the shadow returned to the girl.
The girl was some distance away.
Moreover, she seemed to be in distress.
Hands gripping at the fabric of her shirt so hard they turned white, eyes nervously darting at everything that moved, shying away from walking near any other person. Every loud noise caused her to flinch.
The shadow searched for threats yet found none. Well, no more than the usual.
For every person on the street could be a threat to the girl that the shadow would kill.
Yet her distress seemed to somewhat abate when she caught a glance of the shadow, the tension almost visibly leaving her as she kept glancing at it's immaterial form.
Somewhat.
The shadow could hear her heart thumping fast, like a rabbit.
Still, it watched for all threats towards the girl.
Rolls;
Tomorrow is Sunday, March the 6th. It will be the fourth day of gang conflict.
What does Taylor do?
[] Go do power stuff and possibly fight crime! Follow up on yesterday! [+1, QA desires data for the data throne, She Who Thirsts (for data). Plz]
[] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
[] Spend time with your dad, he's free most of the day. It's been a while since she's spent an afternoon with him.
Author's Note: I RETURN!
Apologies for the long delay. I was either dealing with muscle pain from a very inconveniently pulled muscle, gaming or just somewhat stuck.
Originally Ralph the racist was going to be the whole chapter but I, uh, kinda hated writing him? So, that ended quickly because he didn't add much after a certain point. He did serve his point though. For reference the giant wasn't looking at Ralph but at Fenja who he had knocked behind Ralph.
I have to say that the fight didn't go how I expected. I logic-ed out how it was going to go and then, well, we have the result. Somewhat unexpected. I went through three different opinions during the fight "ugh, this isn't going to be much of a fight." which turned into "y'know, the twins were considered Endbringer melee range worthy and Kaiser did really fuck up Lung that one time…" and then I started writing and went "oh, shit. I don't think they can actually hurt the giant."
I kind of wonder if I went too far in some of this; the giant basically became a horror monster in this chapter but also these are neo-nazis and well...
Anyways.
Please vote and discuss!~
Ralph Barringer believed heritage was important.
Everyone had it; the traditions that one's family passed down to them. In some ways it was one of the most prolific concepts in existence.
The lineage of great heroes, of ancestors of yore who fought for what was right and against what was wrong, who fought to save home and hearth. Those whose blood now ran through his veins, which was the legacy he added to and gave off to his children who in turn added to it and gave it to their children.
The blood of great soldiers, of statesmen, of orators, of men who had changed the course of history pumped through him.
The most notable being a pair of generals from the 1800s.
It made him proud.
There was even a statue of his great-great-great-great grandfather near his childhood home.
Was being the operative word.
It no longer existed.
Just because he had been on the wrong side of a war that he hadn't supported?
That was so messed up. Fucked up, to be more honest. People were erasing history, the great movers and shakers of yesteryears because it didn't fit the popular zeitgeist. How shortsighted could people be? Those who don't learn from their history, are doomed to repeat it.
It was during a lunch break at the office, while grumbling over the call he got from his father that the former statue's location was being converted to a Mexican restaurant that a coworker had asked what had gotten him so down in the dumps. They got to talking. Turns out? Many others felt the exact same as he did.
Many, many others.
Ralph had no lack of newfound friends to commiserate with.
It made him feel hope that he wasn't alone- that he wasn't the only one who valued their heritage.
So when one of his friends' streets was being renamed, he joined the protest against it. The great man it was named after had fought and bled for his name to be recalled throughout the ages… why should someone he had never heard of from some place that wasn't even remotely in this half of the country get to rewrite the street with their own name? Why should they get to steal someone else's heritage?
That wasn't the end of it. More and more of history was revised in every dusty corner of his life, supposedly being 'corrected', whatever that meant. Monuments came down, events were disrupted, parks were renamed, streets changed…
It was erasure.
It was sacrilege.
Ralph was going to fight against this heresy, the sheer audacity to rewrite history and remove the hard working, hard fought ancestors from it was something that could not stand.
What people got wrong, what they truly were inconceivably incorrect was he truly believed everyone had heritage. Everyone had to come from something, somewhere.
It's just that most of the names that people were slapping in their place had the lineages of mud and shit.
Removing the illustrious names of generals to replace them with a mere foreigner corporal. Of someone who had been raised from obscurity for 'representation'. The act was shocking and disturbing. For someone without a single piece of family history having to steal from those who deserved it more, who had already paid their debt to have their heritage be known far and wide.
It sickened him to his very core.
Ralph Barringer wasn't going to be some great war chief, or a statesman, or a master architect. That didn't change that he was going to add to the heritage his future children would inherit.
He was fighting for a world where his family would get the statue back, where they would never have to worry about the lessers trying to take what wasn't theirs to grab with their filthy hands.
The rest all fell into place quite simply.
Some of the lessers had gotten uppity and tried with their low, animal cunning that some seemed to unfortunately possess to take what wasn't theirs. They had even brutally murdered a great man in his home, during the greatest trials the world had ever known. Or butchered children as they enjoyed the follies of youth.
Pure savagery.
Despicable.
Those lessers had a legacy to give their spawn now; that of being born to child-killers. What a grand heritage to be proud of, truly.
Was there any question that Ralph wouldn't join his friends when they went out in the night? When he got to see a great man in his prime, one who would lead them in vengeance for this hate crime committed against them? To be part of something great?
They were going show those with nothing but dirt to their blood why they would always only have nothing better to their name. Like the wrath of god descending upon those who profane him in a fiery tide of righteous fury, forever removing such-
There was no great noise to signify its arrival. No cacophony, no babies screaming nor dogs yowling. No choir of the damned to announce it's birth into the material.
Ralph blinked and there was a thing, massive and brawny, that stood amidst them.
His heart was held in a vice.
The screw tightened on it, each throb another notch tighter.
The screw tightened on it, each throb another notch tighter.
It was a monument to violence, in all its brutal glory.
Ralph couldn't breathe.
A fated messy end wafted off of it.
His vision turned into triplicate.
Power barely contained, ready to strike out like an animal.
His breath caught in his throat.
Dark as the pitiless night.
His lungs seized upon nothing.
Grotesque bulging muscules.
Air wouldn't enter him, too heavy to move.
Deformed features that spoke to a life of malice and hatred.
It weighed on him, crushing him by it's mere existence.
Of mindless, endless, ceaseless violence.
The very oxygen he was running out of was heavier than his entire being.
Of death.
"░░░▒▒▒▒▓▓▓███████████████!"
Through air as thick as soup, the force of the thing's screech threw him back.
He wasn't the only one.
Five.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
Twenty five.
Twenty-eight feet away if he could tell correctly. Not that he could. Nor could he feel the pain that it entailed.
Landing on concrete wasn't as noticeable as it should have been.
What he could feel was every nerve in his body scream at him. Screaming that he shouldn't be here. That the mere act of being near this perversion of nature was going to end him.
It was the intrinsic instinct the hare knows that the wolf is afield.
That the prey knew the predator was here.
Ralph knew he would die right here and now. As no more than a mere afterthought.
His only hope laid in the greatest man he knew, the defender of the common people being able to slay the blood-thirsting beast.
The sound of flesh being gutted twinned.
The abomination didn't cease it's ungodly noise even as metal sprouted around it's feet. Intricate and immense, steel designed by care and war anchored it's feet to the ground.
The Valkyrie twins grew, raising their implements, readying to smite the anathema.
All would be well, some of the fear in Ralph's mind calmed.
A thud.
The swoosh of air.
A careening noise of protest.
Steel shattering.
Flesh rendering.
One of the twins, Menja was embedded through a second story building.
Fenja on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.
Where Kaiser had been, now there was only an iron dome, bent and breaking as the monster slammed it's club against it, shattering it and throwing the man from within out, his steel armoured back creating a screech as he skidded along the road.
The devil's head turned.
An amber eye, like molten gold, simmering, bubbling with fury and wrath stared into him.
That was enough to make him piss himself, but the other was far worse.
A baleful, demonic amaranth void. There was no iris or pupil or eyeball. Merely a pulsating orb of malice.
Both seemed to pierce through him, disregard his worth, his very being.
His right to exist.
What did heritage matter when such daemons existed in the world?
That was the last thought Ralph Barringer had before shock set in.
The shadow jumped towards one of the tall women.
Jumped was a bit of a misnomer.
To jump would imply certain things. Like using one's feet to escape the call of it's own weight for a time.
Such things it was currently incapable of given that the shadow's feet were barely part of it right now.
A minor correction.
It would be more accurate instead to say it threw itself through the air.
The woman was now twice it's height. Her shield and short sword held in a manner that merely told the shadow on an instinctual level that she was a novice at best.
A part of the shadow sneers at the display.
The stone swordaxe bites into the sword, causing it to nearly throw the woman off her feet.
Yet it doesn't.
The giant understands on some level, with the amount of force it put in, a different effect should have happened from such a blow.
Sinew ripples.
The shield loses a third of itself, shattered into splinters of iron.
A hint of the future, instinctual and fundamental.
The shadow changes direction.
A pillar of steel rises, serrated and deadly, larger than even the colourful vehicle of the girl's paramour.
The sword goes into a sweep.
Ingrained motions come to life.
It's swordaxe bats it aside with contemptuous ease.
Metal is birthed from ground, seeking to pierce.
The shadow ignores that which cannot pierce it.
It's hand grabs the sword from the woman as the spear from her twin skitters across it's back.
Blades, numerous and varied spring forth, none gaining purchase as it pulls the weapon from the incompetent woman and breaks it with it's grip alone.
The woman twice it's height is punted into a five story building.
Her twin yells.
Flat plates of iron rushes the shadow from either side.
No instincts tell it to dodge and so it does not.
There is no pain, for it is unable to puncture it's skin.
More metal is birthed into the world and it is birthed. The ground it came from did not contain it prior, for it did not exist before attempting to bind the shadow.
Ton after ton of steel is created, compressing each prior instance of it against the shadow, seeking to crush the shadow.
Somewhere beyond, a man in metal pontificated at the shadow.
"░▒▓▓▓▓███████████████████!"
The metal shell that surrounded the shadow shattered in an explosion of shrapnel.
The twin women, now thrice it's height, boxed in the shadow, one wielding a newly created sword and shield.
Stone met metal.
Each strike tore the very air, as the twins were unable to hold their ground.
Stone won.
Steel and iron attempted to wound the shadow, to stymie it's already broken feet.
They were ignored for none could perforate it's skin.
Any that twinged at the future were bypassed.
A little over four times it's height, the women stopped increasing in height.
A normal person would not be able to harm them; even the projectile weapons favoured in this era would have been pinpricks.
The shadow kicked one into a building and grabbed the other by the face and created a crater with her head.
And kept smashing the blonde's head in the ground.
Again.
Again.
The debris from the first impact had yet to reach it's apex.
Again.
A steel structure of wrath and despair came hurtling through the air, the speed causing cracks in its wake.
Again.
The shadow tilted it's head to the side as it was formed, making it miss before it was launched. The traceries of steel made to slow or wound the shadow were completely ignored.
Again.
Again.
She ceased her struggles.
A part buried beneath the all encompassing red wondered if she was under Morpheus' grip or perhaps Hades'?
In the end it does not matter.
The shadow then threw her into the ground hard enough that when she bounced she cleared the surrounding buildings for a moment.
The other was yelling, fury in her eyes.
A woman quadrice the shadow's height tackled it, knocking both of them to the ground, attempting to grapple it.
The shadow's right hand loosened on the swordaxe to respond in kind.
Strength unbounded surged, memories less faded than all since it had met the girl flowed nearly to the surface. Flashes came in myriad, memories at the tips of recollection.
A second passes.
Then another.
A third passes.
The fourth second comes.
The shadow stands up.
It's opponent remains on the ground, in agony.
The woman's limbs are broken; bent in ways that the shadow intrinsically knows will take an extensive time to heal naturally, if they ever can. No break was clean. The shadow can hear bone fragments slosh in each limb. Multiple ribs are broken. More bones are broken than not.
Only the metal man remains.
For who else could be trying to harm the shadow with metal than a man clad in it?
Metal, raw and unshaped streamed forth to halt the shadow.
It stopped when the metal man was on the ground, writhing in pain, the armour he was encased in dented, causing him to barely be able to breathe – his life his own only due to the mercy the girl requested of it to not kill wantonly.
The girl had ordered the shadow to defeat the ones who were making the group of criminals form. It was now done.
She had then said if the shadow was able to, to place them together for the police.
A light kick to the metal man causes him to skid across the ground towards where the first giantess had fallen.
He gasped like a fish pulled from the sea.
Most likely trying to scream but couldn't pull enough air in to do so.
Approaching the second woman, the shadow is unable to grab her without causing her to die; her insides are too broken to be handled by it's uncaring touch. Instead it grabs her by the hair and drags her over to the two others, her screams loud and piercing far more than any steel thrown at the shadow today.
With a miserable noise, she comes to a rest next to the two others.
With that second task done, the shadow returned to the girl.
The girl was some distance away.
Moreover, she seemed to be in distress.
Hands gripping at the fabric of her shirt so hard they turned white, eyes nervously darting at everything that moved, shying away from walking near any other person. Every loud noise caused her to flinch.
The shadow searched for threats yet found none. Well, no more than the usual.
For every person on the street could be a threat to the girl that the shadow would kill.
Yet her distress seemed to somewhat abate when she caught a glance of the shadow, the tension almost visibly leaving her as she kept glancing at it's immaterial form.
Somewhat.
The shadow could hear her heart thumping fast, like a rabbit.
Still, it watched for all threats towards the girl.
Rolls;
rolls for 04.12.02
1-40 Mooks
41-63 E88 capes
64-71 Other villains
72-84 ABB
81-92 lost (reroll)
93-100 Heroes & Rogues
10 - Mooks
1d20
1-2 nothing, reroll
3 ???
4-13 E88
14 ???
15-19 ???
20 Bonus cape
9
E88
severity d10; cut off is 7-10 they are doing the violence
1 is ???
4
rolls for 04.12.03
following six evil henches
4 guys, 2 girls
1d20
1-4 get spotted
5-10 crime being done
11-14 led to capes
15-20 nothing
14
d10 severity
8
d6+2 on number of capes
1+2 = 3
1d6
1 kaiser
2 iron rain
3 hookwolf
4 randos
5 krieg
6 reroll
1
...oh.
1d8 hours
5
d4 for ???
1,2,4 no
3 yes
2
1-40 Mooks
41-63 E88 capes
64-71 Other villains
72-84 ABB
81-92 lost (reroll)
93-100 Heroes & Rogues
10 - Mooks
1d20
1-2 nothing, reroll
3 ???
4-13 E88
14 ???
15-19 ???
20 Bonus cape
9
E88
severity d10; cut off is 7-10 they are doing the violence
1 is ???
4
rolls for 04.12.03
following six evil henches
4 guys, 2 girls
1d20
1-4 get spotted
5-10 crime being done
11-14 led to capes
15-20 nothing
14
d10 severity
8
d6+2 on number of capes
1+2 = 3
1d6
1 kaiser
2 iron rain
3 hookwolf
4 randos
5 krieg
6 reroll
1
...oh.
1d8 hours
5
d4 for ???
1,2,4 no
3 yes
2
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[Average days patrolled: 1/3: 33.4%]
[Average days patrolled: 1/3: 33.4%]
Tomorrow is Sunday, March the 6th. It will be the fourth day of gang conflict.
What does Taylor do?
[] Go do power stuff and possibly fight crime! Follow up on yesterday! [+1, QA desires data for the data throne, She Who Thirsts (for data). Plz]
[] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
[] Spend time with your dad, he's free most of the day. It's been a while since she's spent an afternoon with him.
Author's Note: I RETURN!
Apologies for the long delay. I was either dealing with muscle pain from a very inconveniently pulled muscle, gaming or just somewhat stuck.
Originally Ralph the racist was going to be the whole chapter but I, uh, kinda hated writing him? So, that ended quickly because he didn't add much after a certain point. He did serve his point though. For reference the giant wasn't looking at Ralph but at Fenja who he had knocked behind Ralph.
I have to say that the fight didn't go how I expected. I logic-ed out how it was going to go and then, well, we have the result. Somewhat unexpected. I went through three different opinions during the fight "ugh, this isn't going to be much of a fight." which turned into "y'know, the twins were considered Endbringer melee range worthy and Kaiser did really fuck up Lung that one time…" and then I started writing and went "oh, shit. I don't think they can actually hurt the giant."
I kind of wonder if I went too far in some of this; the giant basically became a horror monster in this chapter but also these are neo-nazis and well...
Anyways.
Please vote and discuss!~
The Nazis went from confident to 'Jesus take the wheel' real quick when Herc showed up. Kinda wanna see the PoV of Kaiser or the PRT who come and picks them up after.
[X] Go do power stuff and possibly fight crime! Follow up on yesterday! [+1, QA desires data for the data throne, She Who Thirsts (for data). Plz]
[X] Go do power stuff and possibly fight crime! Follow up on yesterday! [+1, QA desires data for the data throne, She Who Thirsts (for data). Plz]
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That was awesome. You did well in conveying how one falls into racism, the sheer terror of mere mortals at even a weakened Berserker's existence, how he barely needs functioning limbs to use them at full effectiveness (Batte Continiation) his ingrained fighting skills (EotM) and his general ability when he bothers to think about using something besides "Hulk smash"
It was awesome!! Reminded me of when I was new to Fate and Berserker was terrifying, the unstoppable monster of Shirou' journey.
It was awesome!! Reminded me of when I was new to Fate and Berserker was terrifying, the unstoppable monster of Shirou' journey.
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[X] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
BASAKA WA DARE NI MO MAKENAI- oh wait they've all been fucking brutalized lol. Yeah that fight lasted all of maybe 10 seconds, that was incredible. I could feel my soul screaming in righteous indignation at Ralph, so yeah you wrote him really well. There is something to reading about beings so overwhelmingly higher that their very breath shatters your entire world forever.
Anyways, time to toss Taylor at her gf and try to calm her down from the realization of the sheer destruction she can just casually unleash upon the world.
BASAKA WA DARE NI MO MAKENAI- oh wait they've all been fucking brutalized lol. Yeah that fight lasted all of maybe 10 seconds, that was incredible. I could feel my soul screaming in righteous indignation at Ralph, so yeah you wrote him really well. There is something to reading about beings so overwhelmingly higher that their very breath shatters your entire world forever.
Anyways, time to toss Taylor at her gf and try to calm her down from the realization of the sheer destruction she can just casually unleash upon the world.
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[X] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
Normally i'm all for DATA But stop Nikki time
Normally i'm all for DATA But stop Nikki time
SaberFail
All Ideas. No Skills. a bit hungry
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And this Ralph, is why you don't join Nazis, it doesn't end well.
[X] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
Now let's see if Taylor can human enough to receive comfort.
[X] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
Now let's see if Taylor can human enough to receive comfort.
Deadweight Hero
I can't beat the demon lord help-
[X] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
Iris-Iven-Ibis
Interested-Idiot-Immortal
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- You know
[X] Spend time with Nikki. Yesterday was stressful and Taylor basically repressed having a panic attack. Maybe some of Nikki's Nikki-ness will do her good.
Parodos 04.13
[X] Spend time with your dad, he's free most of the day. It's been a while since she's spent an afternoon with him.
The girl was staring at the self-illuminating rectangle across the room from herself.
The girl's father was also staring at the self-illuminating rectangle across the room from himself.
The shadow was focused on the only avenue of threat to the girl in the dwelling.
He was middle-aged, balding and rather thin, barely a twig.
The shadow was merely a twist of a gesture away from turning him into a smear whenever it was made material.
The rectangle made noises, the image on it flashing in sequence in such a manner to mimic motion as an illusion, presenting a false reality, a faked narrative. Though that went into if narratives were inherently false.
The shadow did not know nor care.
The sun had noticeably moved across the sky.
The smaller dial on the timekeeping device had moved past two numbers.
Neither of them had said a word to each other.
That was a small lie; they had asked if either was thirsty or hungry twice.
No threats to the girl were found and as such the shadow's mind had entered a non-existent state of flow. Time seemed more liquid than solid as it flowed, awaiting for something to give it purpose, to give it meaning.
That's not to say the shadow wasn't vigilant on all threats to the girl.
There were just none.
Time paradoxically went much faster and slower as there was nothing for it to act on.
The illusion ended, prompting the girl and her father to start discussing what they wished to observe next before deciding to watch something called 'the princess bride'.
It was as the girl was fiddling with the entertainment rectangle that her father spoke up.
"How's school been?"
The girl paused. "It's been… ok."
"Just… ok?" Something entered his tone, "It's a whole new school."
The girl shrugged in a way that probably meant to be far more natural than it actually was. "Yeah. It's school."
The girl's father let out a chuff at that. "I suppose it is."
"It's been… normal." The girl said, looking directly at the unlit rectangle. "I didn't join any clubs or anything. But, uh, I hang out with friends?"
"Like Nikki."
For a moment the purposefully blank mien shattered into a panicked look before gazing back at her father, staring with the most resolve the shadow had seen in the girl. "We just went on a date. That's it."
Something eased in the older man. "One date so far. What about the second?"
The girl muttered something which in turn prompted her father to raise to adopt an expectant expression. Whatever display of dominance that occurred, the girl lost as she stared at the floor. "Not yet."
"Yet." He seemed to be the most amused that he had been since the shadow met the girl. "Do you two have another one planned?"
"Maybe."
He seemed to be smothering his laughter.
If there had been a hint of malice in his guffaws, the shadow would have ripped his spine out.
"Let me know when, okay?" The girl didn't say anything, wholeheartedly giving the appearance she was focused on a shiny rectangle, but smaller than the one of false images, in her hands when in actuality her whole focus was on her father. "Please? It's not safe out there, especially…" He did some kind of complicated gesture to her.
The girl gave a jerky nod.
When she sat down on the couch, she sat a foot closer to her father than she did before.
[1/6 Patrol actions]
[Average days patrolled: 1/4: 25%, Goal 50%]
It is Monday, March 7th, Day five of the current gang conflict.
[] Patrol – Go search for trouble in a gang war! [+1, QA: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ]
[] Research Local – Find out what's going on with the gang war!
[] Power experimentation – Taylor is going to mess around with her power/prep for exciting part of cape life – Taylor is only sort of feeling this now.
[] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape!
[] Cape social (Taylor doesn't know any capes yet) – Talk to another cape
Author's note: New chapter, here we go. Going to try and get back to 2-3 chapters per week. That's the goal.
I should probably do more Danny stuff, I just don't have much for the guy to say. I'll figure it out.
Originally, the giant was supposed to be the primary POV for the quest but that changed due to practical reasons. I've been under-utilizing that POV, I think.
Please vote and discuss!
The girl was staring at the self-illuminating rectangle across the room from herself.
The girl's father was also staring at the self-illuminating rectangle across the room from himself.
The shadow was focused on the only avenue of threat to the girl in the dwelling.
He was middle-aged, balding and rather thin, barely a twig.
The shadow was merely a twist of a gesture away from turning him into a smear whenever it was made material.
The rectangle made noises, the image on it flashing in sequence in such a manner to mimic motion as an illusion, presenting a false reality, a faked narrative. Though that went into if narratives were inherently false.
The shadow did not know nor care.
The sun had noticeably moved across the sky.
The smaller dial on the timekeeping device had moved past two numbers.
Neither of them had said a word to each other.
That was a small lie; they had asked if either was thirsty or hungry twice.
No threats to the girl were found and as such the shadow's mind had entered a non-existent state of flow. Time seemed more liquid than solid as it flowed, awaiting for something to give it purpose, to give it meaning.
That's not to say the shadow wasn't vigilant on all threats to the girl.
There were just none.
Time paradoxically went much faster and slower as there was nothing for it to act on.
The illusion ended, prompting the girl and her father to start discussing what they wished to observe next before deciding to watch something called 'the princess bride'.
It was as the girl was fiddling with the entertainment rectangle that her father spoke up.
"How's school been?"
The girl paused. "It's been… ok."
"Just… ok?" Something entered his tone, "It's a whole new school."
The girl shrugged in a way that probably meant to be far more natural than it actually was. "Yeah. It's school."
The girl's father let out a chuff at that. "I suppose it is."
"It's been… normal." The girl said, looking directly at the unlit rectangle. "I didn't join any clubs or anything. But, uh, I hang out with friends?"
"Like Nikki."
For a moment the purposefully blank mien shattered into a panicked look before gazing back at her father, staring with the most resolve the shadow had seen in the girl. "We just went on a date. That's it."
Something eased in the older man. "One date so far. What about the second?"
The girl muttered something which in turn prompted her father to raise to adopt an expectant expression. Whatever display of dominance that occurred, the girl lost as she stared at the floor. "Not yet."
"Yet." He seemed to be the most amused that he had been since the shadow met the girl. "Do you two have another one planned?"
"Maybe."
He seemed to be smothering his laughter.
If there had been a hint of malice in his guffaws, the shadow would have ripped his spine out.
"Let me know when, okay?" The girl didn't say anything, wholeheartedly giving the appearance she was focused on a shiny rectangle, but smaller than the one of false images, in her hands when in actuality her whole focus was on her father. "Please? It's not safe out there, especially…" He did some kind of complicated gesture to her.
The girl gave a jerky nod.
When she sat down on the couch, she sat a foot closer to her father than she did before.
[1/6 Patrol actions]
[Average days patrolled: 1/4: 25%, Goal 50%]
It is Monday, March 7th, Day five of the current gang conflict.
[] Patrol – Go search for trouble in a gang war! [+1, QA: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ]
[] Research Local – Find out what's going on with the gang war!
[] Power experimentation – Taylor is going to mess around with her power/prep for exciting part of cape life – Taylor is only sort of feeling this now.
[] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape!
Author's note: New chapter, here we go. Going to try and get back to 2-3 chapters per week. That's the goal.
I should probably do more Danny stuff, I just don't have much for the guy to say. I'll figure it out.
Originally, the giant was supposed to be the primary POV for the quest but that changed due to practical reasons. I've been under-utilizing that POV, I think.
Please vote and discuss!
[X] Patrol – Go search for trouble in a gang war! [+1, QA: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ]
Patrol for QA and I wanna know what happened after Herc went to town on the Empire.
Patrol for QA and I wanna know what happened after Herc went to town on the Empire.
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[X] Preparations – Taylor doing prep work for the boring part of being a cape!
If my math is right we have room for this without compromising our goal.
If my math is right we have room for this without compromising our goal.
Gotta pick one.
How do you mean?
[X] Patrol – Go search for trouble in a gang war! [+1, QA: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ]
[X] Research Local – Find out what's going on with the gang war!
In a sea of depressed Taylors with frayed and frozen relationships, it becomes nice to see even the slightest hint of thaw.
Deadweight Hero
I can't beat the demon lord help-
[X] Patrol – Go search for trouble in a gang war! [+1, QA: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ]