Grail-kun! The random wish granter Quest! (Worm AU)
- Thread starter Numen
- Start date
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
Not all alter vista's would have the same power if any powers, so hardly be that problem.
It's much more subtle.
Still haven't tallied. Still no idea which vote won! Just babysitting here ;_;
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##### NetTally 1.7.4
[45] Summon two copies of the superhero Tinker known as Hero from moments before the Siberian fatally injured him.
[39] Summon a couple hundred Vista's from alternate timelines and scatter them throughout the city, after all she considers herself a hero.
[18] Summon all the Heroic Spirits.
[5] Change (1) conditions required to trigger (1) to heroic accomplishments (1) and summon (1) additional (1) heroic (1) endbringers (1)
[2] Gender swap all the heroines on Earth Bet.
[2] Summon a bunch of radioactive spiders to bite good-natured people. Start with the children's hospitals, homeless shelters, anyone donating time and money for relief efforts, and just all the police and firefighters and stuff. Imagine how much better the police would be if they all had the powers of Spider Man!
[2] summon a pair of kalidosticks to each city on earth and give each pair a set of class cards.
-[2] give Vista and Taylor Brockton bays pair.
[1] Summon Omniman, Kid Miracleman and Plutonian
[1] Summon the Heros Association (One-Punch Man)
[1] Cause heroically inclined people with that can turn into parahumans mentally live through the trigger events of alternate versions of themselves.
[1] Summon1 and Release2 30000 Uncursed 4 Compassion-seeking 5 Solar Shards 6 on Earth Bet7
[1] Start a Holy Grail War
[1] Summon all the precures and make Vista an honorary one.
[1] Summon 1 Trillion Heros spread across the planet
[1] give every villan a shirt that says "I'm a certifierad Hero"
[1] Creates a golbal magical girl/boy system.
[1] Give every non-parahuman the X-gene then immediately activate them.
[1] Steal(1) every unhosted shard(1) that belonged to Bet!Eden(1) and attach them(1) to individuals(1) who fit Vista's criteria(1) of a hero(1).
[1] Summon a horrific eldritch abomination from beyond the outer gates to cause a mass trigger and mass secondary triggers in all those who posses shards in the world.
[1] Release pockets of quantum juice gass from the static shock cartton all over the wold to give people superpowers or kill them but mostly superpowers
[1] Summon every "hero" from 'The Boys' Comics
[1] Summon Michle Wilson in metal wolf, with him at a head of a mech army of the GM's chosing in brockton bay
Total No. of Voters: 126
##### NetTally 1.7.4
[45] Summon two copies of the superhero Tinker known as Hero from moments before the Siberian fatally injured him.
[39] Summon a couple hundred Vista's from alternate timelines and scatter them throughout the city, after all she considers herself a hero.
[18] Summon all the Heroic Spirits.
[5] Change (1) conditions required to trigger (1) to heroic accomplishments (1) and summon (1) additional (1) heroic (1) endbringers (1)
[2] Gender swap all the heroines on Earth Bet.
[2] Summon a bunch of radioactive spiders to bite good-natured people. Start with the children's hospitals, homeless shelters, anyone donating time and money for relief efforts, and just all the police and firefighters and stuff. Imagine how much better the police would be if they all had the powers of Spider Man!
[2] summon a pair of kalidosticks to each city on earth and give each pair a set of class cards.
-[2] give Vista and Taylor Brockton bays pair.
[1] Summon Omniman, Kid Miracleman and Plutonian
[1] Summon the Heros Association (One-Punch Man)
[1] Cause heroically inclined people with that can turn into parahumans mentally live through the trigger events of alternate versions of themselves.
[1] Summon1 and Release2 30000 Uncursed 4 Compassion-seeking 5 Solar Shards 6 on Earth Bet7
[1] Start a Holy Grail War
[1] Summon all the precures and make Vista an honorary one.
[1] Summon 1 Trillion Heros spread across the planet
[1] give every villan a shirt that says "I'm a certifierad Hero"
[1] Creates a golbal magical girl/boy system.
[1] Give every non-parahuman the X-gene then immediately activate them.
[1] Steal(1) every unhosted shard(1) that belonged to Bet!Eden(1) and attach them(1) to individuals(1) who fit Vista's criteria(1) of a hero(1).
[1] Summon a horrific eldritch abomination from beyond the outer gates to cause a mass trigger and mass secondary triggers in all those who posses shards in the world.
[1] Release pockets of quantum juice gass from the static shock cartton all over the wold to give people superpowers or kill them but mostly superpowers
[1] Summon every "hero" from 'The Boys' Comics
[1] Summon Michle Wilson in metal wolf, with him at a head of a mech army of the GM's chosing in brockton bay
Total No. of Voters: 126
[x] Summon a couple hundred Vista's from alternate timelines and scatter them throughout the city, after all she considers herself a hero.
- Location
- USA
Votes closed.
- Location
- Море песка, солнце огня и множество злых сарацин
My personal preferences on the top three options basically agree with their ultimate ranking. I.e., I'd rather have a Vista army than a Heroic Spirit army, but I'd prefer the additional copies of Hero the Tinker to either.
(And I'd probably prefer the "genderswap the heroines" version to any of those three, but I didn't want to vote for that because yeah strategic voting. Sorry. Also the option that won was probably the easiest to work with for a "don't like having to invent several dozen new characters" sort of author.)
(And I'd probably prefer the "genderswap the heroines" version to any of those three, but I didn't want to vote for that because yeah strategic voting. Sorry. Also the option that won was probably the easiest to work with for a "don't like having to invent several dozen new characters" sort of author.)
- Location
- Hyperborea
Maybe it would have won if the two votes had been combined. Like: [X] Summon a group of Vista's with the powers and personalities of Heroic Spirits.
Someone should write that omake. With things like Gilgamesh!Vista calling Clockblocker a mongrel, Lancer!Vista challenging Aegis to a Battle Continuation contest, and Saber!Vista using Avalon to protect Dean from something inconsequential.
- Location
- It's a whole new world we live in
Yeah, if that won, Grail-kun probably would have just nommed all hundred-something earths that he grabbed them from. Which should leave plenty of energy to power them, even after he took his cut.
13. Alexandria, Hero, Armsmaster
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
128 votes! A new record! And here's the glorious new chapter. Enjoy.
[X] Summon two copies of the superhero Tinker known as Hero from moments before the Siberian fatally injured him.
September 22, 1991
Los Angeles
"Why are we meeting here?"
Rebecca looked around at the high end restaurant that Clark had invited her to. She was a young woman of physically nineteen years. Of course, she was much older than that.
Not that anyone could tell. It was hell at the PRT office, where every chauvinist asshole male bureaucrat was trying to keep her down. Or touch her ass.
Across from the table sat a ruggedly handsome young man. In fact, he was a year younger than her if she recalled.
Some might question whether a bunch of barely legal adolescents could afford the bill this restaurant clearly demands.
But of course, not every barely legal adolescents were members of the most powerful superhero team in the world.
Clark popped a cork and poured her a glass of wine. Without even looking at the label she knew it was expensive.
Taking a sip she tapped her foot impatiently.
Clark took his time. Smiling at her he spread his hands.
"Rebecca, you work too hard. So consider this an impromptu break."
She scowled.
"Clark….I am trying to rise through the ranks of the PRT. We need me in that position or have you forgotten the plan? What would my superiors say of an agent that slacks off to go on a date?"
"Sure I remember the plan. And Contessa has you covered. Or do you think Contessa wouldn't be a match for workplace sexism?"
She snorted, "Sure...but it's the principle of the thing."
"A little leisure time won't kill you, Becky."
"Don't call me that."
He fixed his startling green eyes on her's.
"Why not?"
Rebecca hesitated.
"Just don't...it brings back bad memories."
Yeah, bad memories of the asshole boyfriend who jumped ship and abandoned her the moment it turns out she was going to die.
He called her Becky.
The only other person to call her Becky was her mother.
Her mother was an even bigger asshole than her ex-boyfriend.
Her old life was behind her and that's where it belonged.
"I'll make it good memories. I'll make you associate Becky with 'ecstasy'. You can bet on it."
He gave a shit eating grin as he beckoned the waitress over to take their order.
Rebecca snorted, "Was that a pick up line? Because that was lame even for you."
"Knowing my occupation, I can't help but feel that everything I do is godlike."
He pushed her onto the bed, trailing kisses down her neck.
She grabbed his hands as he moved lower. Firmly, but without breaking his wrist.
"Not...not now. I am not comfortable with this."
Of course not. She's never done it before. Actually, could she even do it?
"Holy shit, can I even do this?"
Clark stopped what he was doing to look back up at her.
"Um, I guess that's up to you?"
"I meant my invulnerability you idiot!"
"Oh….oooooooh. Yeah. That's...huh."
They stared at each other awkwardly.
Clark coughed, "Um, I guessed we can find out? For science?"
He smirked.
Rebecca threw her pillow at his face.
"God, that was lame."
She pushed him off the bed and tried to push her bra back in place.
"Get out, I need to work tomorrow."
Clark sighed, "Sure. That was moving too fast for me anyway. Not my usual style."
"Really? I couldn't tell," She replied sardonically with a raised eyebrow, " usually so forward with woman?"
"No. But I think you're the type who appreciate things upfront."
He's got that right, Rebecca admitted to herself.
October 16, 1993
She slammed the door on her way out of the office.
That sanctimonious asshole. It was the eve of her greatest victory.
Her promotion to the position of Chief Director.
And Director Sniegoski, the aging former general who was passed over for her told her flat to her face.
"Don't think I didn't know that you slept your way up to that position. You'll always be a slut."
It took all of her self control to not cave in his face.
He wasn't exactly wrong in that Contessa was pulling the strings behind the scenes. But she worked hard for the opportunities Contessa engineered. Contessa mostly helped her avoid the problems sexism and agism would have posed for her career- but the rest of that. The skill, the competence, the respect of her comrades. Those were all her.
And this man was spitting on all of her work.
The rumours would never die, because there was never a shortage of spiteful old men in the PRT or in any government bureaucracy.
"Fuck you Sniegoski!"
"I have better standards than that," He sneered back.
She walked out.
He could be spiteful all he wanted.
She was the Boss now.
It still hurt.
The rain soaked her clothes and began to cry.
An umbrella was placed over her head.
Startled she looked up to find the familiar figure of Clark standing next to her.
"Rough day at work?"
She sniffed and nodded.
He sighed, "You work really hard. I admire that. Don't let them keep you down. The people who matter know what kind of person you really are Becky.
She nodded her head in thanks at the encouraging words.
"Let's go grab something to eat, I know I am starving."
"Yeah you probably tinkered for the whole day," She managed to ground out as he lead her to his car.
He grinned, "A man's gotta have a hobby when his main interest isn't available."
He gave her a suggestive look.
She smiled and gave him a light punch to the arm.
"Ow. Ow ow ow."
"Oh shit! I am sorry!"
September 15, 2000
Rebecca reached a shaking finger out to touch the lower half of Clark that David was desperately trying to piece back together with his destroyed torso.
"No….no no no no…."
Her only eye began to tear up even as her other eye bled freely.
David gave a scream of frustration as he lowered the two halves of Clark's corpse.
Hank landed behind her. She turned her head to look up at his grief-stricken face.
"The Siberian….she got away."
Alexandria gripped her fist tighter.
September 17, 2000
She punched the wall and it crumbled.
They were going to let her go.
They were going to let the Siberian go.
Fuck.
But they had too.
Because maybe, just maybe the Siberian could hurt Scion.
The greater good was a bitter pill and for all that Alexandria had peddled the phrase to justify the operations of Cauldron, she had not expected to taste it for herself.
She fingered the ring Clark had given her the other week.
She put it back in it's box and put it away in her closet.
She never opened it again.
Earth ???
Doctor Mother frowned as Contessa finished delivering her report to the members of Cauldron who sat in attendance. Namely, Rebecca, Hank, The Number Man and herself.
Contessa finished with a sob, "....and then Africa broke!"
She began to cry.
Rebecca immediately shot out of her seat to pat the woman-girl gently on the back.
"Shhhh, shhhh, it's okay Fortuna, it's okay. I am sorry I was such a big meanie!"
She quickly looked to Hank for help.
Hank shrugged helplessly and mouthed, 'Your fault'.
She scowled back.
Doctor Mother coughed and stood up, "I guess there isn't much we can do. Scion and the Other Entity have moved their fight to another Earth. I am having Clairvoyant track them. Any further insights?"
The Number spoke up, "I guess I am just very confused. The Entity's corpse is clearly still in here. So what the hell was that thing that's fighting Scion?"
"That's the million dollar question."
Doctor mother crossed her fingers.
"Now about the source of the Grail-kun projection. This Taylor Hebert was it? Tell me what you know."
"We haven't interrogated them yet," Rebecca replied, " I have half a mind to drop them off in some death world and throw away the key!"
Hank shook his head, "As Contessa have told us, the Heberts were lead to believe that David was the source of the Endbringers…"
"Maybe he is."
Hank turned to the Number Man, "Surely you can't be serious…"
"I am. We've long suspected David's powers were some kind of retrieval shard. Fueled by subconscious need and incredibly versatile."
He turned to Doctor Mother, "You were a psychologist, you know David's profile."
"Inferiority complex…."
"Yes. Inferiority complex."
Hank sat back down with a huff.
"I don't believe it."
"Be sure to interrogate the Heberts as soon as possible Rebecca," Doctor Mother reminded her.
Rebecca nodded her head, "I will get to the bottom of this. In the worst case scenario, I will simply terminate the Hebert girl. That should hopefully put an end to the projection."
Hank shook his head, "She's innocent."
"We might need her to counter Scion," Doctor Mother responded.
Rebecca scowled, "Scion is being countered right now."
"Then we might need her to counter the Other Entity. If Grail-kun has the power to manipulate reality on this scale, he's a weapon we definitely need."
Rebecca couldn't argue with that logic.
The same logic that forced us to let the Siberian go.
She lead Fortuna back to her seat. The Number Man turned to Fortuna and asked if she would like tea. As he stood up to prepare a brew, he gave her a nod of respect.
"So, Africa and the Moon. I am impressed. Even the Slaughterhouse 9 can't top that."
Rebecca facepalmed as Fortuna's lips quivered.
January 9, 2011
Rebecca picked up the phone.
"Yes Emily?"
The director told her the situation.
She crushed the phone in her hand.
"Door to Brockton Bay!"
November 17, 1992
New York
Clark grabbed his suit and quickly slapped on the blue and gold armour that was iconic of his superhero persona.
Gone was the young man that could barely hold an office job in his early years.
In his place stood Hero of Alexandria (or Hero for short), the premier Tinker of the world.
His visor and cone helm brought to mind cliche science fiction conventions of the future spaceman.
A jetpack completed his ensemble and a ray gun was holstered on both hips.
Yesterday he had scored a great victory.
He had scientifically proven that Alexandria's invulnerability did not extend to a certain part of her anatomy. Without breaking his dick in the process.
Science. It was definitely for science.
It was time to patrol.
December 13, 1992
Iran
"Motherfucking bullshit!"
Clark stared in horror at the gigantic monster as he shrugged off every single blast the parahumans on site fired at him.
There was a flash of light and bolts of lightning began to peel off of his rocky hide to immolate screaming capes who were too near.
Firing his thrusters at full throttle Clark pushed himself back through the air to stop next to Rebecca in her guise as Alexandria.
The dark suited superheroine gritted her teeth as she watched Hank fired a dazzling array of lasers at the Beast who simply soaked it all up like water. Hank dodged a storm of his own lasers that the Beast somehow redirected back at him.
The blue suited hero known worldwide as Legend and Hank to his friends zipped away at the speed of light to try to strafe the monster from another angle.
"Goddammit. What will you take to bring that thing down?"
Eidolon floated down next to her, his eyes aglow with azure light. David must have a thinker power active.
"He's some kind of dynakinetic!"
Clark gasped. Dynakinetic. That was such a bullshit power.
"This is the most powerful cape we've ever encountered….should we try and spare him. We can use him against Scion…"
Alexandria shook her head, "He's too destructive. There's no indication of human mentality in there. And worst yet, he's immune to Contessa's precognition. That makes him unpredictable and uncontrollable. It's best to try and kill it and fast!"
They tried to kill it fast.
They failed.
And the time after that.
And the time after that as well.
And then years later, Leviathan emerged.
He stared in shock as his intestine came flying out of his guts.
Blood gushed up his throat as he struggled to scream.
His torso exploded as a striped armed punched through.
And then suddenly he was flying away from his lower half.
David shouting, a storm of energy blasting the Siberian to no effect even as the Trump flew towards him.
Hank screamed as lights began to destroy the area.
Tumbling through the air, Hank's eyes locked with that of Rebecca's.
He saw her eyes widening in horror. Her beautiful cerulean eyes.
He tried to say something. He opened his mouth. He willed himself to speak.
He realized belatedly that there was no air in his lungs.
And then nothing.
"Hey, hey, Clark-san!"
He stared at the Thing. It was indistinct and flickering.
"Yeah, you're dying. I am kind of an hallucination in your brain as you're fading away to nothing."
He remembered his entire life with perfect clarity. He felt at peace.
"Yeah, this is what the Buddhist call a Bardo. An intermediate state generated by your karmic impulses. Don't worry, the high of clarity will soon be obscured by the storm of your deep-seated subconscious impulses. Like fear. Or lust. Or hatred."
The clarity began to fade.
Pain. Terror.
The Siberian.
He began to scream silently.
Rebecca. Feelings of warmth. Flesh on flesh.
Pleasure and Pain combined.
A boiling sea of emotions and uncontrollable impulses.
Case 53s. One after another began to appear. Their eyes accusing him silently of his sins.
"And now you're beginning to enter the cycle of rebirth. Given your mental state, you'll probably be reborn somewhere very violent and corrupt. Like Earth-Bet. Oh wait, that's where you're from. Yeah your homeworld kind of sucks. But don't worry! I'm giving you a second chance as you are! In fact, I'll make it double!"
There was a flash of light.
He stared at himself.
"What."
There was startled gasp.
He and his doppelganger both looked down at the little girl staring wide eyed at the two of them. She dropped the pop can she was holding.
"H-h-hero…..HERO! AW MAH GOD!"
And then she whipped her head back and forth between the two of them.
"T-TWO HEROES!"
Her eyes rolled back in her skull as she fainted.
"Two more heroes! Isn't that grand!"
Clark whipped his head around as he reached for the raygun in his holster.
It was the Thing from before.
"Who-"
"-Are you!"
Clark stared at his doppleganger.
"I am Grail-kun. That little girl Vista-chan wished for more heroes. So I made her wish come true."
The thing bobbled up and down.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go."
That's when the door exploded as PRT agents rolled into the room.
Clark and his doppelganger was foamed before they could so much as squawk in surprise.
Some freak in Blue Armour stalked into the cell alone.
"Hero?"
"Who, me?"
"Who, me?"
Clark turned to his doppleganger, "You cretin, how dare you pretend to be me!"
"I was about to say the same asshole!"
The Blue Robocop expy facepalmed.
"Goddamit."
He walked right between the two of them.
"Shut up both of you. Tell me what you remember."
"Who, me?"
"Who, me?"
"Goddamit!"
One huge headache later they sorted out some basic facts. a) It was motherfucking 2011. TWO ZERO FUCKING ELEVEN! b) His doppelganger was legitimately another copy of himself. Down to the DNA and memory. c) The Siberian was going to be deadmeat. Dead. So swears The Hero of Alexandria. d) Robocop was Colin Wallis. He got taller. He was still as socially stunted as when he was a Ward.
Clark turned to his counterpart.
"Rebecca's gonna flip!"
Colin frowned, "Who?"
"Uh, the Chief-Director. She's kinda my girlfriend. Was. That gets confusing. I mean holy shit, eleven years! I mean- is she still my girlfriend!?
"Is she single!?" His doppelganger shouted urgently, grabbing Colin by both shoulders and shaking the man back and forth.
Clark nodded, "Yes, is she!? Because I swear to God, if another man got his grimy hands on her-"
The door slammed open and Rebecca marched into the room, still as young as the day he last saw her, albeit heavier on the makeup.
"Clark!"
"Rebecca!"
"Rebecca!"
She ran towards them.
Clark and the Other Clark ran toward her.
Colin interposed himself between them.
Colin turned around, "Chief Director, we're in the middle of determining the claims of these two to being Hero, I need you to step out of the room as it is against protocol-
"Colin."
"Yes, Director?"
"Get out of the room and don't bother us."
"But-"
"Now! That's an order!"
He saluted sharply and marched out of the room.
Clark shook his head. That poor man.
I hope he managed to get a girlfriend. I really do.
He turned back to Rebecca only to see that his doppelganger had his arms slung over her shoulder.
Clark scowled, "Hey! Get your hands off my girlfriend!"
The Other Clark smirked, "Make me!"
Rebecca groaned and facepalmed.
The Other Clark grinned at her, "Hey, looks like that fantasy you mentioned back in 1994 might come true afterall!"
Clark punched himself. The Other Clark went limp and fell to the ground in a heap.
He turned to Rebecca.
"That felt really good. Now I know why you do it all the time."
"Please, just stop."
Colin Wallis went back to his lab. Apparently the Chief Director had classified the entire incident and had personally taken over the investigation. Even Director Piggot couldn't touch the case now.
Hero, resurrected.
Vista (and security camera recordings) asserted that it was 'Grail-kun' that had done it.
Mentally he revised Grail-kun's ratings.
Shaker 12. Some kind of reality warper?
He punched in the code to his lab and walked in only to halt at the woman in a black tanktop and denim shorts poking at his spare armour.
He flipped his halberd towards her and growled menacingly.
"Who are you?"
The Indigo haired teen turned around and smiled.
"Hey Colin."
"I repeat, who are you?"
He waved the halberd at her as if warding off the Devil.
She rolled her eyes and muttered something 'boys and their toys.'
"It's me. Dragon."
There was a moment of silence. Colin stared disbelievingly at the TRUTH label flaring in his HUD.
"What happened to you?"
"Grail-kun happened."
"Oh."
That explains alot.
Vote Tally : Grail-kun! The random wish granter Quest! (Worm AU) | Page 72 | Sufficient Velocity
##### NetTally 1.7.3.2
[X] Summon two copies of the superhero Tinker known as Hero from moments before the Siberian fatally injured him.
No. of Votes: 46
[X] Summon a couple hundred Vista's from alternate timelines and scatter them throughout the city, after all she considers herself a hero.
No. of Votes: 40
[X] Summon all the Heroic Spirits.
No. of Votes: 18
[X] Change (1) conditions required to trigger (1) to heroic accomplishments (1) and summon (1) additional (1) heroic (1) endbringers (1)
No. of Votes: 5
[x] Gender swap all the heroines on Earth Bet.
No. of Votes: 2
[x] Summon a bunch of radioactive spiders to bite good-natured people. Start with the children's hospitals, homeless shelters, anyone donating time and money for relief efforts, and just all the police and firefighters and stuff. Imagine how much better the police would be if they all had the powers of Spider Man!
No. of Votes: 2
[X] summon a pair of kalidosticks to each city on earth and give each pair a set of class cards.
-[X] give Vista and Taylor Brockton bays pair.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Summon Omniman, Kid Miracleman and Plutonian
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Summon the Heros Association (One-Punch Man)
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Cause heroically inclined people with that can turn into parahumans mentally live through the trigger events of alternate versions of themselves.
No. of Votes: 1
[X]Summon1 and Release2 30000 Uncursed 4 Compassion-seeking 5 Solar Shards 6 on Earth Bet7
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Start a Holy Grail War
No. of Votes: 1
[X]Summon all the precures and make Vista an honorary one.
No. of Votes: 1
[X]Summon 1 Trillion Heros spread across the planet
No. of Votes: 1
[x] give every villan a shirt that says "I'm a certifierad Hero"
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Creates a golbal magical girl/boy system.
No. of Votes: 1
[x] Give every non-parahuman the X-gene then immediately activate them.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Steal(1) every unhosted shard(1) that belonged to Bet!Eden(1) and attach them(1) to individuals(1) who fit Vista's criteria(1) of a hero(1).
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Summon a horrific eldritch abomination from beyond the outer gates to cause a mass trigger and mass secondary triggers in all those who posses shards in the world.
[X] Release pockets of quantum juice gass from the static shock cartton all over the wold to give people superpowers or kill them but mostly superpowers
[X] Summon every "hero" from 'The Boys' Comics
No. of Votes: 1
[x] Summon Michle Wilson in metal wolf, with him at a head of a mech army of the GM's chosing in brockton bay
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 128
##### NetTally 1.7.3.2
[X] Summon two copies of the superhero Tinker known as Hero from moments before the Siberian fatally injured him.
No. of Votes: 46
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[X] Summon a couple hundred Vista's from alternate timelines and scatter them throughout the city, after all she considers herself a hero.
No. of Votes: 40
SuperiorTentacle
3ofspades
AramilOniasha
Asheram
boomerpyro
Bozwevial
Catacus
Crilltic
Dirk93
Drak4806
erasels
globalwarmth
Hyp3rB14d3
Liam-don
Littleweejock
liujuin
Logos
mograinya
MrCogmor
Nicklance
nicklzh
Nordik
Rakuhn
Red Navy
Rmnimoc
Scrya
ShadowAngelBeta
Sinsystems
SkySkimmer
Solo679
spidermounky92k
Stranger1950
Sweece
Trondason
tygerbright
veekie
warwickanz
wingstrike96
Ylamona
Zaratustra
3ofspades
AramilOniasha
Asheram
boomerpyro
Bozwevial
Catacus
Crilltic
Dirk93
Drak4806
erasels
globalwarmth
Hyp3rB14d3
Liam-don
Littleweejock
liujuin
Logos
mograinya
MrCogmor
Nicklance
nicklzh
Nordik
Rakuhn
Red Navy
Rmnimoc
Scrya
ShadowAngelBeta
Sinsystems
SkySkimmer
Solo679
spidermounky92k
Stranger1950
Sweece
Trondason
tygerbright
veekie
warwickanz
wingstrike96
Ylamona
Zaratustra
[X] Summon all the Heroic Spirits.
No. of Votes: 18
[X] Change (1) conditions required to trigger (1) to heroic accomplishments (1) and summon (1) additional (1) heroic (1) endbringers (1)
No. of Votes: 5
[x] Gender swap all the heroines on Earth Bet.
No. of Votes: 2
[x] Summon a bunch of radioactive spiders to bite good-natured people. Start with the children's hospitals, homeless shelters, anyone donating time and money for relief efforts, and just all the police and firefighters and stuff. Imagine how much better the police would be if they all had the powers of Spider Man!
No. of Votes: 2
[X] summon a pair of kalidosticks to each city on earth and give each pair a set of class cards.
-[X] give Vista and Taylor Brockton bays pair.
No. of Votes: 2
[X] Summon Omniman, Kid Miracleman and Plutonian
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Summon the Heros Association (One-Punch Man)
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Cause heroically inclined people with that can turn into parahumans mentally live through the trigger events of alternate versions of themselves.
No. of Votes: 1
[X]Summon1 and Release2 30000 Uncursed 4 Compassion-seeking 5 Solar Shards 6 on Earth Bet7
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Start a Holy Grail War
No. of Votes: 1
[X]Summon all the precures and make Vista an honorary one.
No. of Votes: 1
[X]Summon 1 Trillion Heros spread across the planet
No. of Votes: 1
[x] give every villan a shirt that says "I'm a certifierad Hero"
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Creates a golbal magical girl/boy system.
No. of Votes: 1
[x] Give every non-parahuman the X-gene then immediately activate them.
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Steal(1) every unhosted shard(1) that belonged to Bet!Eden(1) and attach them(1) to individuals(1) who fit Vista's criteria(1) of a hero(1).
No. of Votes: 1
[X] Summon a horrific eldritch abomination from beyond the outer gates to cause a mass trigger and mass secondary triggers in all those who posses shards in the world.
[X] Release pockets of quantum juice gass from the static shock cartton all over the wold to give people superpowers or kill them but mostly superpowers
[X] Summon every "hero" from 'The Boys' Comics
No. of Votes: 1
[x] Summon Michle Wilson in metal wolf, with him at a head of a mech army of the GM's chosing in brockton bay
No. of Votes: 1
Total No. of Voters: 128
[X] Summon two copies of the superhero Tinker known as Hero from moments before the Siberian fatally injured him.
13. Alexandria, Hero, Armsmaster
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Alexandria
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Alexandria
September 22, 1991
Los Angeles
"Why are we meeting here?"
Rebecca looked around at the high end restaurant that Clark had invited her to. She was a young woman of physically nineteen years. Of course, she was much older than that.
Not that anyone could tell. It was hell at the PRT office, where every chauvinist asshole male bureaucrat was trying to keep her down. Or touch her ass.
Across from the table sat a ruggedly handsome young man. In fact, he was a year younger than her if she recalled.
Some might question whether a bunch of barely legal adolescents could afford the bill this restaurant clearly demands.
But of course, not every barely legal adolescents were members of the most powerful superhero team in the world.
Clark popped a cork and poured her a glass of wine. Without even looking at the label she knew it was expensive.
Taking a sip she tapped her foot impatiently.
Clark took his time. Smiling at her he spread his hands.
"Rebecca, you work too hard. So consider this an impromptu break."
She scowled.
"Clark….I am trying to rise through the ranks of the PRT. We need me in that position or have you forgotten the plan? What would my superiors say of an agent that slacks off to go on a date?"
"Sure I remember the plan. And Contessa has you covered. Or do you think Contessa wouldn't be a match for workplace sexism?"
She snorted, "Sure...but it's the principle of the thing."
"A little leisure time won't kill you, Becky."
"Don't call me that."
He fixed his startling green eyes on her's.
"Why not?"
Rebecca hesitated.
"Just don't...it brings back bad memories."
Yeah, bad memories of the asshole boyfriend who jumped ship and abandoned her the moment it turns out she was going to die.
He called her Becky.
The only other person to call her Becky was her mother.
Her mother was an even bigger asshole than her ex-boyfriend.
Her old life was behind her and that's where it belonged.
"I'll make it good memories. I'll make you associate Becky with 'ecstasy'. You can bet on it."
He gave a shit eating grin as he beckoned the waitress over to take their order.
Rebecca snorted, "Was that a pick up line? Because that was lame even for you."
"Knowing my occupation, I can't help but feel that everything I do is godlike."
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He pushed her onto the bed, trailing kisses down her neck.
She grabbed his hands as he moved lower. Firmly, but without breaking his wrist.
"Not...not now. I am not comfortable with this."
Of course not. She's never done it before. Actually, could she even do it?
"Holy shit, can I even do this?"
Clark stopped what he was doing to look back up at her.
"Um, I guess that's up to you?"
"I meant my invulnerability you idiot!"
"Oh….oooooooh. Yeah. That's...huh."
They stared at each other awkwardly.
Clark coughed, "Um, I guessed we can find out? For science?"
He smirked.
Rebecca threw her pillow at his face.
"God, that was lame."
She pushed him off the bed and tried to push her bra back in place.
"Get out, I need to work tomorrow."
Clark sighed, "Sure. That was moving too fast for me anyway. Not my usual style."
"Really? I couldn't tell," She replied sardonically with a raised eyebrow, " usually so forward with woman?"
"No. But I think you're the type who appreciate things upfront."
He's got that right, Rebecca admitted to herself.
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October 16, 1993
She slammed the door on her way out of the office.
That sanctimonious asshole. It was the eve of her greatest victory.
Her promotion to the position of Chief Director.
And Director Sniegoski, the aging former general who was passed over for her told her flat to her face.
"Don't think I didn't know that you slept your way up to that position. You'll always be a slut."
It took all of her self control to not cave in his face.
He wasn't exactly wrong in that Contessa was pulling the strings behind the scenes. But she worked hard for the opportunities Contessa engineered. Contessa mostly helped her avoid the problems sexism and agism would have posed for her career- but the rest of that. The skill, the competence, the respect of her comrades. Those were all her.
And this man was spitting on all of her work.
The rumours would never die, because there was never a shortage of spiteful old men in the PRT or in any government bureaucracy.
"Fuck you Sniegoski!"
"I have better standards than that," He sneered back.
She walked out.
He could be spiteful all he wanted.
She was the Boss now.
It still hurt.
The rain soaked her clothes and began to cry.
An umbrella was placed over her head.
Startled she looked up to find the familiar figure of Clark standing next to her.
"Rough day at work?"
She sniffed and nodded.
He sighed, "You work really hard. I admire that. Don't let them keep you down. The people who matter know what kind of person you really are Becky.
She nodded her head in thanks at the encouraging words.
"Let's go grab something to eat, I know I am starving."
"Yeah you probably tinkered for the whole day," She managed to ground out as he lead her to his car.
He grinned, "A man's gotta have a hobby when his main interest isn't available."
He gave her a suggestive look.
She smiled and gave him a light punch to the arm.
"Ow. Ow ow ow."
"Oh shit! I am sorry!"
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September 15, 2000
Rebecca reached a shaking finger out to touch the lower half of Clark that David was desperately trying to piece back together with his destroyed torso.
"No….no no no no…."
Her only eye began to tear up even as her other eye bled freely.
David gave a scream of frustration as he lowered the two halves of Clark's corpse.
Hank landed behind her. She turned her head to look up at his grief-stricken face.
"The Siberian….she got away."
Alexandria gripped her fist tighter.
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September 17, 2000
She punched the wall and it crumbled.
They were going to let her go.
They were going to let the Siberian go.
Fuck.
But they had too.
Because maybe, just maybe the Siberian could hurt Scion.
The greater good was a bitter pill and for all that Alexandria had peddled the phrase to justify the operations of Cauldron, she had not expected to taste it for herself.
She fingered the ring Clark had given her the other week.
She put it back in it's box and put it away in her closet.
She never opened it again.
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January 8th, 2011 Earth ???
Doctor Mother frowned as Contessa finished delivering her report to the members of Cauldron who sat in attendance. Namely, Rebecca, Hank, The Number Man and herself.
Contessa finished with a sob, "....and then Africa broke!"
She began to cry.
Rebecca immediately shot out of her seat to pat the woman-girl gently on the back.
"Shhhh, shhhh, it's okay Fortuna, it's okay. I am sorry I was such a big meanie!"
She quickly looked to Hank for help.
Hank shrugged helplessly and mouthed, 'Your fault'.
She scowled back.
Doctor Mother coughed and stood up, "I guess there isn't much we can do. Scion and the Other Entity have moved their fight to another Earth. I am having Clairvoyant track them. Any further insights?"
The Number spoke up, "I guess I am just very confused. The Entity's corpse is clearly still in here. So what the hell was that thing that's fighting Scion?"
"That's the million dollar question."
Doctor mother crossed her fingers.
"Now about the source of the Grail-kun projection. This Taylor Hebert was it? Tell me what you know."
"We haven't interrogated them yet," Rebecca replied, " I have half a mind to drop them off in some death world and throw away the key!"
Hank shook his head, "As Contessa have told us, the Heberts were lead to believe that David was the source of the Endbringers…"
"Maybe he is."
Hank turned to the Number Man, "Surely you can't be serious…"
"I am. We've long suspected David's powers were some kind of retrieval shard. Fueled by subconscious need and incredibly versatile."
He turned to Doctor Mother, "You were a psychologist, you know David's profile."
"Inferiority complex…."
"Yes. Inferiority complex."
Hank sat back down with a huff.
"I don't believe it."
"Be sure to interrogate the Heberts as soon as possible Rebecca," Doctor Mother reminded her.
Rebecca nodded her head, "I will get to the bottom of this. In the worst case scenario, I will simply terminate the Hebert girl. That should hopefully put an end to the projection."
Hank shook his head, "She's innocent."
"We might need her to counter Scion," Doctor Mother responded.
Rebecca scowled, "Scion is being countered right now."
"Then we might need her to counter the Other Entity. If Grail-kun has the power to manipulate reality on this scale, he's a weapon we definitely need."
Rebecca couldn't argue with that logic.
The same logic that forced us to let the Siberian go.
She lead Fortuna back to her seat. The Number Man turned to Fortuna and asked if she would like tea. As he stood up to prepare a brew, he gave her a nod of respect.
"So, Africa and the Moon. I am impressed. Even the Slaughterhouse 9 can't top that."
Rebecca facepalmed as Fortuna's lips quivered.
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January 9, 2011
Rebecca picked up the phone.
"Yes Emily?"
The director told her the situation.
She crushed the phone in her hand.
"Door to Brockton Bay!"
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Hero
Hero
November 17, 1992
New York
Clark grabbed his suit and quickly slapped on the blue and gold armour that was iconic of his superhero persona.
Gone was the young man that could barely hold an office job in his early years.
In his place stood Hero of Alexandria (or Hero for short), the premier Tinker of the world.
His visor and cone helm brought to mind cliche science fiction conventions of the future spaceman.
A jetpack completed his ensemble and a ray gun was holstered on both hips.
Yesterday he had scored a great victory.
He had scientifically proven that Alexandria's invulnerability did not extend to a certain part of her anatomy. Without breaking his dick in the process.
Science. It was definitely for science.
It was time to patrol.
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December 13, 1992
Iran
"Motherfucking bullshit!"
Clark stared in horror at the gigantic monster as he shrugged off every single blast the parahumans on site fired at him.
There was a flash of light and bolts of lightning began to peel off of his rocky hide to immolate screaming capes who were too near.
Firing his thrusters at full throttle Clark pushed himself back through the air to stop next to Rebecca in her guise as Alexandria.
The dark suited superheroine gritted her teeth as she watched Hank fired a dazzling array of lasers at the Beast who simply soaked it all up like water. Hank dodged a storm of his own lasers that the Beast somehow redirected back at him.
The blue suited hero known worldwide as Legend and Hank to his friends zipped away at the speed of light to try to strafe the monster from another angle.
"Goddammit. What will you take to bring that thing down?"
Eidolon floated down next to her, his eyes aglow with azure light. David must have a thinker power active.
"He's some kind of dynakinetic!"
Clark gasped. Dynakinetic. That was such a bullshit power.
"This is the most powerful cape we've ever encountered….should we try and spare him. We can use him against Scion…"
Alexandria shook her head, "He's too destructive. There's no indication of human mentality in there. And worst yet, he's immune to Contessa's precognition. That makes him unpredictable and uncontrollable. It's best to try and kill it and fast!"
They tried to kill it fast.
They failed.
And the time after that.
And the time after that as well.
And then years later, Leviathan emerged.
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He stared in shock as his intestine came flying out of his guts.
Blood gushed up his throat as he struggled to scream.
His torso exploded as a striped armed punched through.
And then suddenly he was flying away from his lower half.
David shouting, a storm of energy blasting the Siberian to no effect even as the Trump flew towards him.
Hank screamed as lights began to destroy the area.
Tumbling through the air, Hank's eyes locked with that of Rebecca's.
He saw her eyes widening in horror. Her beautiful cerulean eyes.
He tried to say something. He opened his mouth. He willed himself to speak.
He realized belatedly that there was no air in his lungs.
And then nothing.
"Hey, hey, Clark-san!"
He stared at the Thing. It was indistinct and flickering.
"Yeah, you're dying. I am kind of an hallucination in your brain as you're fading away to nothing."
He remembered his entire life with perfect clarity. He felt at peace.
"Yeah, this is what the Buddhist call a Bardo. An intermediate state generated by your karmic impulses. Don't worry, the high of clarity will soon be obscured by the storm of your deep-seated subconscious impulses. Like fear. Or lust. Or hatred."
The clarity began to fade.
Pain. Terror.
The Siberian.
He began to scream silently.
Rebecca. Feelings of warmth. Flesh on flesh.
Pleasure and Pain combined.
A boiling sea of emotions and uncontrollable impulses.
Case 53s. One after another began to appear. Their eyes accusing him silently of his sins.
"And now you're beginning to enter the cycle of rebirth. Given your mental state, you'll probably be reborn somewhere very violent and corrupt. Like Earth-Bet. Oh wait, that's where you're from. Yeah your homeworld kind of sucks. But don't worry! I'm giving you a second chance as you are! In fact, I'll make it double!"
There was a flash of light.
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January 9, 2011 He stared at himself.
"What."
There was startled gasp.
He and his doppelganger both looked down at the little girl staring wide eyed at the two of them. She dropped the pop can she was holding.
"H-h-hero…..HERO! AW MAH GOD!"
And then she whipped her head back and forth between the two of them.
"T-TWO HEROES!"
Her eyes rolled back in her skull as she fainted.
"Two more heroes! Isn't that grand!"
Clark whipped his head around as he reached for the raygun in his holster.
It was the Thing from before.
"Who-"
"-Are you!"
Clark stared at his doppleganger.
"I am Grail-kun. That little girl Vista-chan wished for more heroes. So I made her wish come true."
The thing bobbled up and down.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go."
That's when the door exploded as PRT agents rolled into the room.
Clark and his doppelganger was foamed before they could so much as squawk in surprise.
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Some freak in Blue Armour stalked into the cell alone.
"Hero?"
"Who, me?"
"Who, me?"
Clark turned to his doppleganger, "You cretin, how dare you pretend to be me!"
"I was about to say the same asshole!"
The Blue Robocop expy facepalmed.
"Goddamit."
He walked right between the two of them.
"Shut up both of you. Tell me what you remember."
"Who, me?"
"Who, me?"
"Goddamit!"
One huge headache later they sorted out some basic facts. a) It was motherfucking 2011. TWO ZERO FUCKING ELEVEN! b) His doppelganger was legitimately another copy of himself. Down to the DNA and memory. c) The Siberian was going to be deadmeat. Dead. So swears The Hero of Alexandria. d) Robocop was Colin Wallis. He got taller. He was still as socially stunted as when he was a Ward.
Clark turned to his counterpart.
"Rebecca's gonna flip!"
Colin frowned, "Who?"
"Uh, the Chief-Director. She's kinda my girlfriend. Was. That gets confusing. I mean holy shit, eleven years! I mean- is she still my girlfriend!?
"Is she single!?" His doppelganger shouted urgently, grabbing Colin by both shoulders and shaking the man back and forth.
Clark nodded, "Yes, is she!? Because I swear to God, if another man got his grimy hands on her-"
The door slammed open and Rebecca marched into the room, still as young as the day he last saw her, albeit heavier on the makeup.
"Clark!"
"Rebecca!"
"Rebecca!"
She ran towards them.
Clark and the Other Clark ran toward her.
Colin interposed himself between them.
Colin turned around, "Chief Director, we're in the middle of determining the claims of these two to being Hero, I need you to step out of the room as it is against protocol-
"Colin."
"Yes, Director?"
"Get out of the room and don't bother us."
"But-"
"Now! That's an order!"
He saluted sharply and marched out of the room.
Clark shook his head. That poor man.
I hope he managed to get a girlfriend. I really do.
He turned back to Rebecca only to see that his doppelganger had his arms slung over her shoulder.
Clark scowled, "Hey! Get your hands off my girlfriend!"
The Other Clark smirked, "Make me!"
Rebecca groaned and facepalmed.
The Other Clark grinned at her, "Hey, looks like that fantasy you mentioned back in 1994 might come true afterall!"
Clark punched himself. The Other Clark went limp and fell to the ground in a heap.
He turned to Rebecca.
"That felt really good. Now I know why you do it all the time."
"Please, just stop."
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Armsmaster
Armsmaster
Colin Wallis went back to his lab. Apparently the Chief Director had classified the entire incident and had personally taken over the investigation. Even Director Piggot couldn't touch the case now.
Hero, resurrected.
Vista (and security camera recordings) asserted that it was 'Grail-kun' that had done it.
Mentally he revised Grail-kun's ratings.
Shaker 12. Some kind of reality warper?
He punched in the code to his lab and walked in only to halt at the woman in a black tanktop and denim shorts poking at his spare armour.
He flipped his halberd towards her and growled menacingly.
"Who are you?"
The Indigo haired teen turned around and smiled.
"Hey Colin."
"I repeat, who are you?"
He waved the halberd at her as if warding off the Devil.
She rolled her eyes and muttered something 'boys and their toys.'
"It's me. Dragon."
There was a moment of silence. Colin stared disbelievingly at the TRUTH label flaring in his HUD.
"What happened to you?"
"Grail-kun happened."
"Oh."
That explains alot.
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In the darkness of space, nestled between the roots of creation, the Seven Who Are One stirred.
It has been stirring for the past two days as cosmic energy rippled through the infinite variations of the Earth, damaging it's quantum structure.
It has been stirring for the past two days as cosmic energy rippled through the infinite variations of the Earth, damaging it's quantum structure.
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Grail-kun paused and looked up at the sky, "Oops."
Who does Grail-kun visit next?
And yes. There may be complications soon.
[]Write in (global)
And yes. There may be complications soon.
[]Write in (global)
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- Down Under
-Taylor (I would vote for Tay Lor Heb if possible
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Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
For the record, to vote for a write in, simply write in your own vote. There's no need to do it the way you did. And the way you did that won't be picked up by the vote tally program.
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-[X]Here is a subset of the above option.
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-This is wrong and won't be picked up by the tally program.
You can also just make a new vote without editing the old one because the tally only picks up your latest post, supposedly.
Hmm... Global? Now, that's interesting.
[X] Mr. Vasnetsov, a 97 years old fisher off the coast of Vladivostok, who fought in World War Two, marched from Moscow all the way to Berlin, built communism to the best of his ability, was imprisoned for it as an enemy of the people, and now quietly lives out the end of his life in silent contemplation as the world slowly dies.
Because we don't need to limit ourselves to canon characters, and there are at least 5 billions people on the planet.
Or maybe
[] Amara, 9 years old African girl who suffered through hell, survived by being more ruthless and cunning than her peers, and whose only friend in a broken world is a pet spider she named Anansi
Basically, we can make characters.
[X] Mr. Vasnetsov, a 97 years old fisher off the coast of Vladivostok, who fought in World War Two, marched from Moscow all the way to Berlin, built communism to the best of his ability, was imprisoned for it as an enemy of the people, and now quietly lives out the end of his life in silent contemplation as the world slowly dies.
Because we don't need to limit ourselves to canon characters, and there are at least 5 billions people on the planet.
Or maybe
[] Amara, 9 years old African girl who suffered through hell, survived by being more ruthless and cunning than her peers, and whose only friend in a broken world is a pet spider she named Anansi
Basically, we can make characters.
- Location
- NC
[X] Cody
Sinsystems
Patron Librarian
[X] Aisha
Numen
Long Time Creeper
- Location
- Canada
Well....I'll probably have a great deal of difficulty writing that. But by all means, if you pitch an interestingly enough character with a personality and motivation I can grasp, go ahead and get people to vote for it.
Those character profiles are really nice and frankly, a random ordinary non-powered person might be a cool person to grant wishes to.
You guys could be incredible trolls and actually do something nice for someone haha.
