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You do have to wonder what other sort of roll would require a d12.

Let's see... It's probably not something happening to our team. We have 8 heroes.... Maybe if you included the current four Project candidates alongside that'd make it 12? But you'd still have to ask yourself what exactly could affect all of them, both in and out of the Throne, and also the candidates. No.

Hmm... No, I can't figure it out. It's probably something we don't have context for?

We also probably shouldn't assume the d4 is about the Voices (which would make the 3 the Hand). We already had one self-scare regarding that possibly being the case and it ended up being the Frozen Throne for possible locations that the girls would end up in.
 
Side note, feel free to steal this bit of future dialogue, or something:

Maddie: You know, if you take the first four letters of "Penitent" and the first letter of "Scholar", you get "penis", which describes what you are, a total dick.
Penitent Scholar: HAH! Never heard that one before! Good one!
 
THAT'S WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE?!

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Wolong is a Kongming refrence(????) and I am living for it
 
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Kermie said:
…wait, how many dead people were on Pre-Movement New Dawn? There's at least 10.
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Founding members, 4: Ali Baba, Dragonsteeth, Steadfast, Valiant Red (Valkyrie was also a founder but she's still alive I think)

Main team, 9: Cisma, Chatroom, Heavenly, iSpy, Lightstep, Man o' War, Multiplex, Novalight, Steelheart

Team Denial, 5: Eastwood, Minefield, Nephthys, Hydrocity, Umibozu

Auxiliary/affiliate/probationary members, 5: Antaeus, Daggermaw, Deadman, the Outsider, Sewer Rat

None of these numbers add up to 12, unfortunately.

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Until then, have a WIP of the new leader of JU:
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Huh, I went back and read his introduction and you indeed described him like that... but for some reason I'd been picturing him somewhat like this.


Guess I just forgor
 
Man we get to get baba Yaga as a none active member of JU so she can witch mentor our little whitch (also maybe old person shipping)
Bitterman said:
Man, this update's gonna fight me, I can tell. Weekend probably. Until then, have a WIP of the new leader of JU:


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Legitimately the only things I have been thinking of him description words that are different from this was
1. For whatever reason, I thought he might be blonde.
2. I also assume he wore pants how foolish of me to do so he's got to much swagger

New Ju them song time

View: https://youtu.be/gNn9NxZH2Vo?si=khsZwbioA2bMywgU
 
Oh man, I had a totally different mental image of Wolong.

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Founding members, 4: Ali Baba, Dragonsteeth, Steadfast, Valiant Red (Valkyrie was also a founder but she's still alive I think)

Main team, 9: Cisma, Chatroom, Heavenly, iSpy, Lightstep, Man o' War, Multiplex, Novalight, Steelheart

Team Denial, 5: Eastwood, Minefield, Nephthys, Hydrocity, Umibozu

Auxiliary/affiliate/probationary members, 5: Antaeus, Daggermaw, Deadman, the Outsider, Sewer Rat

None of these numbers add up to 12, unfortunately.
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Worse than that, I'm afraid!

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"Or maybe things are not as stable as they appear," you venture, "I would have ignored Wolong entirely, except for the fact New Dawn must have a simply enormous bank of metahuman DNA. Perfect for our needs. I tried to feel the Uni District out, but my search didn't turn up anything for certain. Something about this situation is suspicious; things have gone too well for a team that's lost two-thirds of their metahumans."
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Bitterman said:
"Wolong has been hiding how devastated they were during the movement. He's no doubt driven himself to the brink overusing his power. New Dawn doesn't have fifteen metahumans left on their roster. They don't have ten. They have five."
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If fifteen metahumans was one third of their team (or so we can assume from the phrasing here), that means that before the Movement, New Dawn might have had around 45 metahumans. That's huge! I'd assume most of those were satellite teams, but still!

Edit 2: I guess, from the phrasing, maybe it could have been about as low as 30?
 
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The log of Dr. Jean Dossou, Benin Branch Director, Ọsanyìn Energy — ProfessorB (canon) New
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    • Omake: The log of Dr. Jean Dossou, Benin Branch Director, Ọsanyìn Energy​

    Day 1: The subject has been secured. He is quite hostile, but this was to be expected. He's attempted escape, but the steel doors are holding steady.

    Day 2: The subject injured himself during an escape attempt. Our video doctors don't think it's serious. This is a good opportunity to get a foot in the door.

    Offered medical-drone treatment to subject in exchange for time on treadmill. Subject fiercely refused.

    Day 3: Subject's injury worsened. Subject accepted aforementioned deal.

    Day 4: Subject accepted entertainment media in exchange for more work on treadmill. Technicians say that a day's work on treadmill could produce over 20,000 MWh, equalling many of our small power plants. The potential justifies any cost of hosting.

    Day 5: Subject asked to see family. Refused, of course. Leaving containment is simply too dangerous for all involved. Subject became angry and issued threats. Was given silent treatment to demonstrate futility.

    Day 6: Subject attempted hunger strike. Will let him stew for a day, then deploy Charity Program.

    Day 7: Subject fell for the AI-generated video of our "demonstration of goodwill" "school-construction"! Excellent! Subject also appeared more receptive to arguments about net-good benefit of electricity generation.

    Day 9: Subject seems to have settled into routine of working to 25,000 quota, then consuming entertainment media.

    Day 15: Subject keeps asking about family. Have agreed to letter-writing campaign; will need to interrogate family to train AI models.

    Day 31: First monthly review. Bosses seemed greatly impressed. My star is on the rise!

    Day 32: Demands for increased production. Of course.

    Day 33: Subject has reacted poorly to increased quotas in exchange for amenities. Need a motivator.

    Day 34: Disaster! Subject discovered AI nature of letters! Attempted escape by climbing the deposit-arms! Had to deploy sonar defenses!

    Day 35: Subject refuses to leave personal quarters. We are behind weekly quota!

    Asked medical team about feasibility of ADIs (addictive drug incentives), but they feared damage to physical fitness. Damn!

    Day 38: About to miss quota. It'll be everyone's head if we do. God is testing me. Approved final incentive.

    Day 39: Extraction team had no difficulty with hostages.

    Subject folded! I'm a genius!

    Day 40: Subject has proven capable of providing over 50,000 MWh/day when properly worked. Board was ecstatic at the news. Everyone at the branch should thank me.

    Day 48: Subject requested return of entertainment media. Will let him stew for a day, then agree.

    Day 60: Second board review. Went well. Promotion is close, I can feel it.

    Day 85: One of the hostages has developed cancer. Likely incurable. No need to tell the subject that last part; promises of treatment will motivate.

    Day 99: Subject has become very attached to one of the AI chatbots, conversing with it even more than allocated time with hostages. Excellent opportunity for social engineering vis. work ethic, etc.

    Day 160: One of our coal plants just got hit by a hurricane. Excellent opportunity to poach employees. I am the future of energy.

    Day 290: Subject's health is declining. Doctors say fatigue, long-term strain. Warn of possible decline in powers, recommend rest. But it would be economic suicide for him to produce less than 70,000 a day - whole country would be at risk. And all my goals would be a pipe dream.

    Wonder if we can find another speedster?
     
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    • The Little Duckling, With Dreams Of Soaring Big — ThaTrueRealmWalk (semi-canon) New
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    • The Little Duckling, With Dreams Of Soaring Big

    Soundtrack: Salon - Pokemon Sword and Shield

    In the middle of the Apiary's halls, a guy who really didn't have a permit for selling food had set up a food cart, selling cheap pretzels and canned sodas to those who would buy. He wasn't making a profit much either, with the two dollars he sold each basic large pretzel for. Probably why no one stopped him yet, and the food he was making was steadily improving; the entire venture solely to help the man practice making food for others.

    Of course, that wasn't the only reason he was here, closer to the residential areas of the Apiary than the business side. This man, Greg was his name, short for Gregory given to him by his loving fathers, was on a stake out!

    There was something odd roaming the halls of this home for heroes, and by his papas, Greg would get to the bottom of it!

    He just needed to stake out this spot, where many of the trails of white feathers Greg could find throughout the Apiary converged on.

    He made enough cash on the side to buy that new cooking set he wanted, so Greg honestly was just burning time at this point.

    And look, sure, Greg has a nice thing going with his pretzel stand, his studies and lessons at Aqua-Ingenuity were going well (they were even getting into case studies on how their patented SeaStone Alloy could be used in several scenarios!), and his parents were planning on flying Greg back to Florida so he could catch Casandra's birthday party, but…

    Greg just couldn't leave a mystery like this unsolved!!! Everyone he talked to said "Don't worry about it" and "Strange things just happen" and all that nonsense- hell! He even got a girl behind the counter at that new coffee cafe to admit that she had a feathered customer come in and buy a drink!

    And yeah, it made Greg feel like he was being mean to some kid who grew feathers for a power- well until he checked the feathers and they had Duck DNA in them! Duck! Not Human! DUCK!

    So Greg was gonna figure this-

    "Quack!"

    Huh?

    Gregory looked down from the side of his rollable pretzel cart, meeting the eyes of a orange billed, white feathered, large duck.

    One, which has a wing pointed at his menu that hung on the customer side of the cart, asking forrrr-

    Greg jumped back behind the cart, opening up the heat box and pulling out one of his normal pretzels with trained instinct, calling out to the large bird, "That'll be two dollars and no change."

    The duck made a movement Greg didn't get a good sight of, pulling out a wallet from their feathers and handing over two pieces of paper, bills presenting the value of two dollary-dos.

    Greg happily accepted the cash, trading it with the large duck with one large pretzel, half of its light brown flesh wrapped in a napkin for better and cleaner holding.

    "Qua-Quack," the large duck said in a chipper tone, waddling away at a bit of a slower pace than a human's walking speed, taking a few nibbles and bites out of their legally bought treat.

    Greg watched the duck waddle away and slightly nodded to himself.

    'Well, world,' Greg thought with a bit of sass, 'If you wanna just show me the cool person… thanks.'

    Greg sighed with a tang of melancholy, "Now what am I gonna spend my free time on?"

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    A large, white feathered duck waddled to the front of his apartment, not giving any stares and glances given his way any mind as he fished out his keys from a hidden pocket within their feathers.

    They had a good walk, got some fresh air, bought a tasty snack from a nice kid, but now was the time for some work.

    With the key in their wing, they put it into the door's mechanical lock, twisting the chamber inside until a click was felt. A repeat was done for the lock in their door's handle.

    Finally able to enter their home, the strange large duck opened the doorway and stepped inside, the room dark for a moment until they flipped a switch to their side.

    Light bathed the room for a moment, the Duck's eyes needing to adjust for a moment, the sound of the ceiling fan reaching their ears before their abode came into view.

    Furnitureless for the most part, with only a barely blanketed bed in a corner and the computer set up further into their apartment, around the single wall kitchen the room had.

    It wasn't much, the Duck had to admit, and it made what was a one room apartment, with only a bathroom and closet to both store random junk and, if they had a washer and dryer, clean any clothes they could have had.

    But, it was theirs for now, and hopefully they could fill it up with some better things in time.

    The Duck made their way over to their computer, slowly unclipping the belts that held the cheaply made pouches they had hidden away in their feathers with their wings, freeing themselves to be a bit more flexible. Those pockets and belts found their own little corner next to the computer, the Duck free and with full motion of their limbs having to awkwardly scale the computer seat.

    It was a nice chair compared to their desk, monitor, and computer, all of them either found or made from things found in garbage, but they really didn't have a normal body for it, needing them to sorta stand and sit on the bit of furniture to actually reach his keyboard and mouse.

    With a strange, feather grip on their mouse, they shook it with a little wiggle, waking up the sleeping Frankenstein of computer parts they made from junk.

    Credit to credit's due, the computer and all of its components worked for their purpose, even if theft fans were a bit loud for the Duck's liking.

    Researching for the most part.

    For… well the Duck didn't know what they were. They consider it a miracle and a half they got as far as they did before now, when they didn't know words or have the understanding other people had of technology and the city of Horizon the Duck had found themself within.

    The place where a giant god space thing slept, and where a bunch of people, people like the Duck, had powers that liked to laugh in the face of things like gravity or inertia.

    The Duck was still learning about those two topics they had to admit, trying to catch up to what normal people called a "Fifth Grader Education". Something that, from the sounds of it, was supposed to take five years.

    And… well the Duck was doing it in a few months. Maybe if they were born a normal person, a Human, others would consider them just gifted or talented. But being as they are… they marked it on the list of assumed powers they had.

    Yes, powers. The Duck, when they stumbled into that library half a year ago, getting taught by that kind old lady how to read, kinda write, and understand some normal things people were expected to know. One of those things were common animals, like ducks.

    The kind old lady, who never told the Duck her name, asking only to be called Granny, didn't mean anything bad by it when it was brought up in her lessons. The Duck still felt bad at how she felt once they snapped out of their… they don't know what it was yet, haven't been able to look into that (for both time and worry at what they could find), but it was bad and loud, with their mind working so hard yet not at all-

    Bleh, bad memories- But the Duck knew that they looked like a duck. White feathers, beak bill thing, all that duck stuff.

    But they also knew they also had things that weren't like a normal duck.

    They could grab things with their wings, they thought and could understand words and complex ideas, they were big and they were pretty certain they had a kind of teeth inside of their beak to help chew things.

    So… Duck was a duck with powers… maybe?

    The internet wasn't helping them answer that. Saying things like "Only Humans can have Powers" leading Duck to think "Oh am I a human whose power is being a duck?"

    But then the Duck learned about Behemoths, and that just made it more complicated! Supposedly mutated animals because of the big alien thing on the beach of Horizon (and Duck didn't even know what an Alien even was yet!) that if they got all gross enough got powers of their own!

    So Duck could also maybe be one of those things, just getting lucky not to want to eat people but pretzels instead!

    If they were a Behemoth thing, then heroes could go after them and try to hunt them! But no one's attacked the Duck yet, so maybe they all knew Duck was human? Somehow???

    The Duck didn't even have a name like other people! They just called themself The Duck or Duck! Not like their stupid powers have them the power to talk like normal human people! Is speaking a power?!

    It was just… a lot.

    Made Duck want to curl up, try to sleep in their bed, let this be a tomorrow problem. Maybe a week later problem.

    But Duck at least knew people liked to use money to trade for food, and the Apiary as this strange place was called offered you a home, you just had to pay for the power and water you used, and money needed to be worked for so-

    Online jobs, just enough to have money to pay for everything was something the Duck had to do to keep their home, were something they needed to look for and snag before anyone else beat them.

    Math was something the Duck was really good at, so solving problems and helping with tutoring younglings was easy enough for payment. They even had some repeat clients!

    Still though… the Duck's mind wandered to the Apiary as a whole, lucky enough Granny was able to help them get a home here, but still… so basic.

    They read about things like arcades and schools, and this place was supposed to be a community right? At least that's what they read online, so like…

    Why was this place just shops and homes? Nothing really like a community like the article they read…

    And well… The Duck… if they were some sort of monster that people liked to hunt, if… if they made themself central to making this place a real community, with cool places and all that… it might help them be more safe!

    And get someone to help Duck learn what they actually were.

    And to do that…

    The Duck pulled up a webpage, showing the current roster of Justice Unlimited, the masters of the Apiary.

    If Duck could get in with them, maybe get a job to sort their papers or do math for them, maybe they can make that more than just a dream.

    Duck scrolled down, leading to a section on the web page about past members, the ones who… weren't around anymore.

    The Hero who made this building, they weren't a Human person, but like the Duck. Except just more buggy.

    So… maybe Duck had a chance here, to make a place they could be safe to learn and grow, no matter what they end up being revealed to be.

    At least that's what Duck hoped as they started looking for another job online to make some more money, to help them keep their home for another week.

    ---Realm's Notes---

    This little guy has been in my head for a while, and I'm happy to finally have them written out and ready to share!

    Duck is… well I don't know! No one does except Bitterman. This is my way to both add some more character to the not so little guy and let this be still canon no matter what Duck ends up being. Why? Because I wrote this character partly due to inspiration from Shelly, and her having a duck friend to help with working on the Apiary sounds really cute!

    So to you Kermie, I give you Duck, the often socially confused, easily gullible, but blooming genius to do with as you want! Also Bitter can use Duck how they wish too, but I think that's auto enabled when I post this in the Thread.

    Uhhh- oh! Also included some ties to my Warden of the Seas omake with Greg- Greg being based on the character with the same name from Fnaf SB- uhhhhhhh what else is there to say?

    Oh! Have a wonderful day!
     
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    • Bitterman said:
    There a lot of people still there. The issue is that the Throne's spacial warping powers means only the strongest teleporters can get someone out. And if they, like Memoria, ever went back the Throne would kill them instantly to prevent them from doing just what you suggest. It's why Marcos never went back.
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    Found this note about getting People out fo FT.

    Yeh I think we need to make either Soraia or shelley into a Phasewalker to get our missing members out of FT. Strong Teleporters have 1 Chance to get people out there which a Phasewalker should count as.

    No denying its risky but since QM takes our concept into account its probably our best shot for the rescue mission similar to how Doctor Silver was perfect for preventing SB from being able to touch Yara and make a clone of her.

    Shelley is probably best for it after boosting her tolerance by 2 but if people dont want that we can take the risk with Soraia.
     
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    ScorpioSting said:
    I mean, Yara's got it already.
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    She doesnt have her Fullpower and might not have Teleport point that leads her out. Since Memoria used pictures to port out meaning if he didnt have a Picture of outside the FT he would have been trapped there too. As a Promethean she shouldnt be able to grow her power yet either without the ambrosia dose.

    Also I just realised the danger of working with PS is that if we make a hero perfect for rescuing from the FT he might cotton on about what PP is about.
     
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