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- Location
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[X] The Park
The Young Avengers Initiative
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DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Roll Dice [Bridge]
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
I'm not sure if Tipping the Scales would just make us more likely to wander into the path of a crime or just make it more likely for a crime to happen in front of us.
[X] That Thali Restaurant
Whats the worst that could happen?
- Location
- California
[X] The Subway
Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] The Park
002 - Lessons in Heroism C
- Location
- The Trash Pile
Winner: The Park
Number of voters: 8
Travers Park is mostly a concrete lot with various sports lines drawn on it. There's some equipment for kids to climb on in one area, and a nice little grassy portion, but it's dominated by a court. There are some teens and twentysomethings shooting a pickup game of hoops, but otherwise it's late enough that things are kind of quiet. Doesn't even seem like anything drug-related is happening, which is a shame. You remember the old Captain America anti-drug PSAs from when you were in school. Saving a life by calmly pointing out the flaws in someone's decision making was something you and your mom romanced about... although looking back on it that was probably not the most healthy way to frame that specific situation. Your mind wanders to what your allies would do in a similar situation, and almost immediately you think of Rage slapping a comically oversized crack pipe out of someone's hands, shouting "YOU DO CRACK AN' I'LL DO THE SMACKS, FOOL!" The image is clear enough you laugh out loud... and to your minor horror you hear other snickers as well.
"I do not sound like that!" Elvin's chuckling voice sounds off in your head.
"You SO do, dude," Robbie insists, giggling.
"I am SO sorry. My mind was wandering. It's quiet over here and I just--"
"Nah, don't worry about it Fortune; it's all good. I ain't mad. I'ma have to remember that one if I see a crackhead now, tho."
Most of the laughter dies down, but Roxy is still next to you, chuckling out loud and trying to stifle it behind her glittering hand. Mortified, you focus on your surroundings, but there isn't much to see. The basketball players are taking a break to talk trash, some squirrels are fighting over territory in the grass or... oh, no. No, they're mating. OK. You avert your eyes and happen to peer through the trees to see a man loading some boxes into the back of a van. You think your eyes are fooling you, but some of the contents sticking out look sort of like... off-brand StarkTech? You signal for Bling and move a bit closer, sticking to the shadows and trees. The guy definitely seems alone, and the van is rather full of cardboard boxes and totes... and the one with the lid hanging open has something unmistakably similar to one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man arm rigs sticking out of it. Something tumbles out of one of the boxes and he swears, kneeling down to pick it up.
"Spider-man, you're close with Mr. Stark," you begin.
"Oh, yeah. We're super-tight. We're like best friends, y'know?"
"Is he moving some gear tonight? And would he be doing it in a suspicious-looking beater of a black van?"
"Ah... he usually has Happy take care of that. Is there a really sweet-looking guy with a real grumpy face anywhere around? Real short curly hair, wearing a black suit?"
You and Bling both look around. She shakes her head when you look to confirm. "That would be a 'no'."
"Yeah, no, that's probably bad, then. Where are you guys?"
"Travers Park, near the treeline. He's in the parking lot just across the way, to the North."
"Aw, man, I'm all the way down at Kabab King. OK, uh... try to keep him there! I'll be there as soon as I can!"
He's standing back up again, putting whatever was dropped back in the box. He closes the back doors of the van and it looks like he might be getting ready to leave.
What Do You Do To Stop Him?
[ ] Detain him with force.
[ ] Delay him by talking to him.
[ ] Let him go; try to tail him.
[ ] Write-in.
Number of voters: 8
Travers Park is mostly a concrete lot with various sports lines drawn on it. There's some equipment for kids to climb on in one area, and a nice little grassy portion, but it's dominated by a court. There are some teens and twentysomethings shooting a pickup game of hoops, but otherwise it's late enough that things are kind of quiet. Doesn't even seem like anything drug-related is happening, which is a shame. You remember the old Captain America anti-drug PSAs from when you were in school. Saving a life by calmly pointing out the flaws in someone's decision making was something you and your mom romanced about... although looking back on it that was probably not the most healthy way to frame that specific situation. Your mind wanders to what your allies would do in a similar situation, and almost immediately you think of Rage slapping a comically oversized crack pipe out of someone's hands, shouting "YOU DO CRACK AN' I'LL DO THE SMACKS, FOOL!" The image is clear enough you laugh out loud... and to your minor horror you hear other snickers as well.
"I do not sound like that!" Elvin's chuckling voice sounds off in your head.
"You SO do, dude," Robbie insists, giggling.
"I am SO sorry. My mind was wandering. It's quiet over here and I just--"
"Nah, don't worry about it Fortune; it's all good. I ain't mad. I'ma have to remember that one if I see a crackhead now, tho."
Most of the laughter dies down, but Roxy is still next to you, chuckling out loud and trying to stifle it behind her glittering hand. Mortified, you focus on your surroundings, but there isn't much to see. The basketball players are taking a break to talk trash, some squirrels are fighting over territory in the grass or... oh, no. No, they're mating. OK. You avert your eyes and happen to peer through the trees to see a man loading some boxes into the back of a van. You think your eyes are fooling you, but some of the contents sticking out look sort of like... off-brand StarkTech? You signal for Bling and move a bit closer, sticking to the shadows and trees. The guy definitely seems alone, and the van is rather full of cardboard boxes and totes... and the one with the lid hanging open has something unmistakably similar to one of Mr. Stark's Iron Man arm rigs sticking out of it. Something tumbles out of one of the boxes and he swears, kneeling down to pick it up.
"Spider-man, you're close with Mr. Stark," you begin.
"Oh, yeah. We're super-tight. We're like best friends, y'know?"
"Is he moving some gear tonight? And would he be doing it in a suspicious-looking beater of a black van?"
"Ah... he usually has Happy take care of that. Is there a really sweet-looking guy with a real grumpy face anywhere around? Real short curly hair, wearing a black suit?"
You and Bling both look around. She shakes her head when you look to confirm. "That would be a 'no'."
"Yeah, no, that's probably bad, then. Where are you guys?"
"Travers Park, near the treeline. He's in the parking lot just across the way, to the North."
"Aw, man, I'm all the way down at Kabab King. OK, uh... try to keep him there! I'll be there as soon as I can!"
He's standing back up again, putting whatever was dropped back in the box. He closes the back doors of the van and it looks like he might be getting ready to leave.
What Do You Do To Stop Him?
[ ] Detain him with force.
[ ] Delay him by talking to him.
[ ] Let him go; try to tail him.
[ ] Write-in.
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
[X] Delay him by talking to him.
-[X] Go for refuge in audacity, "Hey there, would you like to talk about our lord and savior Steve Rogers?" I mean. He did come back from the dead.
--[X] If we get a moment, try to Tip the Scales on something going wrong with their van.
-[X] Go for refuge in audacity, "Hey there, would you like to talk about our lord and savior Steve Rogers?" I mean. He did come back from the dead.
--[X] If we get a moment, try to Tip the Scales on something going wrong with their van.
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- Location
- California
[X] Delay him by talking to him.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
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Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] Delay him by talking to him.
-[X] If we get a moment, try to Tip the Scales on something going wrong with their van.
-[X] If we get a moment, try to Tip the Scales on something going wrong with their van.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
Ya'll do realize that we're in costume and probably will spook the guy the moment he notices that.
Varder
Tired Cultist
- Location
- Hell
What exactly is this 'small amount of time'? 3 seconds? 2 minutes? 20 minutes? An hour?
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
We know it's less than an hour since that's how long it would take for the turbocharged version.
002 - Lessons in Heroism D
- Location
- The Trash Pile
Winner: Delay him by talking to him.
Number of voters: 4 (9)
No time to think; gotta act.
"Please be excusing me, sir!" you blurt out in an even thicker version of your mother's accent, hoping you can buy Spider-man enough time to get here, "I am looking for Captain America. As you can see, I am a being big fan, and I am coming all the way from my home in Bangalore to be meeting him!"
"What the fuck?" He seems genuinely taken aback, dropping his keys as you come streaking at him from out of the trees. "Look, lady, I don't know Captain America. Just... fuck off, please."
"I will not be doing any of the fucking off today, sir! And thank you for your rudeness! This is New York City and I am knowing that this is where all the super-heroes live, you cannot be lying to me, sir!"
"Look, nobody sees Captain America unless shit is seriously going down, lady," he stoops to pick up the keys. The good news is it seems like he's fully buying your act, "I can't help ya. Sorry."
"Can't? Or won't, good sir? I am no stranger to laziness, my husband did not even help me build my amazing costume! You are being just like him, not wanting to help me achieve my dreams of meeting Captain America!"
Frustrated, he tears open the door and starts hauling himself up into the van. "Listen, lady! I don't know how you think this works? But it don't work that way. Buzz off an' leave me alone!"
"Sir! I would also be accepting Spider-man, if you can provide him. I am not a picky woman!"
"You're not picky, you're just nuts!" He turns the engine over and grabs the handle of the door to slam it closed... when webs zip out from your peripheral and snare it, keeping it open despite his efforts!
"Aw, c'mon, guy! What kinda New Yorker doesn't at least try to show a pretty lady like her a good time and a few super-heroes?" Spider-man uses the web to pull himself closer, keeping the door open against the man's increasingly panicked attempts as he approaches.
"Nah, don't do this, web-head! You and your girlfriend here just move along and leave me the hell alone! I ain't done nothin'!"
"Yeah, see, that's where you're not being 100% honest with me. Because if my spider-senses are right, an' they always are, you've got some cargo in the back of that van you shouldn't have."
"Shit..." The man's eyes widen with realization; he stops fighting the door and hangs his head. "All right, Spider-man. If that's the way it's gotta be..." You realize something's off about the way he's talking nanoseconds before you see the smirk on his lips, and only slightly longer before he punches forward with his right hand and a BURST of force rips the door off the van and LAUNCHES Spider-man away! The man steps down out of the van again and lifts up his right arm, an object similar to the Iron Man arm rig encasing it and thrumming with power! "Get up, 'hero'! You asked for this!"
"RRRAAAGGGGHHH!" Before you're fully sure of how to react, Bling comes barrelling in from behind you, landing a jumping punch and sending the man sprawling! He picks himself up as she stands in front of you, gleaming silver and gold in the mix of moon and street light. "You wanna escalate, motherfucker!? BRING IT!"
"FUCK! Since when do you costumed nutbars travel in packs!?" The man rubs his palm across his nose, checking it for blood, then looks genuinely surprised and confused. "What the-- ain't you Daddy Libido's kid!?"
"Wrong thing to say, asshole!" Bling sends a spray of shards at him, but he lashes out at it with his armored right hand and they shatter before him. This still gives her enough of an opening to charge in, but he's better in a fight than you expected and manages to keep his head down and block her punches with his weapon. You've seen Roxy hit things in training; she hits hard. There's got to be some serious tech in that gauntlet... seriously dangerous tech.
"OK, that was a cool trick, but show and tell is over for today. Now it's time to learn about sharing!" Spider-man comes swinging into the scene and sprays webs onto the fist, distracting the man enough for Bling to get another solid hit in! He backs up so hard he trips on his own feet and hits the ground, but scrambles to tear at the webbing on his arm and send another BLAST at Roxy and Spider-man! They're each only caught by the edges of the attack, but are still sent skidding backward.
"Things are getting spicy over here, guys, we could use some backup!" You hear Spider-man's voice in your head, concern bringing his tone down from its usual energy.
"I'm on it!" Rage responds.
"Be there as soon as we can," Speedball adds.
"Well, some of us have to walk so I'll catch up, I guess," Quentin quips, "Still in Travers Park?"
"A little North of it," you answer since Spider-man and Bling are too busy trying to fight the man, "but just keep your eyes open and you can't miss us!"
What Do You Do Next?
[ ] Join the fight!
[ ] Try to distract him.
[ ] Get the gear from his truck.
[ ] Write-In
Number of voters: 4 (9)
No time to think; gotta act.
"Please be excusing me, sir!" you blurt out in an even thicker version of your mother's accent, hoping you can buy Spider-man enough time to get here, "I am looking for Captain America. As you can see, I am a being big fan, and I am coming all the way from my home in Bangalore to be meeting him!"
"What the fuck?" He seems genuinely taken aback, dropping his keys as you come streaking at him from out of the trees. "Look, lady, I don't know Captain America. Just... fuck off, please."
"I will not be doing any of the fucking off today, sir! And thank you for your rudeness! This is New York City and I am knowing that this is where all the super-heroes live, you cannot be lying to me, sir!"
"Look, nobody sees Captain America unless shit is seriously going down, lady," he stoops to pick up the keys. The good news is it seems like he's fully buying your act, "I can't help ya. Sorry."
"Can't? Or won't, good sir? I am no stranger to laziness, my husband did not even help me build my amazing costume! You are being just like him, not wanting to help me achieve my dreams of meeting Captain America!"
Frustrated, he tears open the door and starts hauling himself up into the van. "Listen, lady! I don't know how you think this works? But it don't work that way. Buzz off an' leave me alone!"
"Sir! I would also be accepting Spider-man, if you can provide him. I am not a picky woman!"
"You're not picky, you're just nuts!" He turns the engine over and grabs the handle of the door to slam it closed... when webs zip out from your peripheral and snare it, keeping it open despite his efforts!
"Aw, c'mon, guy! What kinda New Yorker doesn't at least try to show a pretty lady like her a good time and a few super-heroes?" Spider-man uses the web to pull himself closer, keeping the door open against the man's increasingly panicked attempts as he approaches.
"Nah, don't do this, web-head! You and your girlfriend here just move along and leave me the hell alone! I ain't done nothin'!"
"Yeah, see, that's where you're not being 100% honest with me. Because if my spider-senses are right, an' they always are, you've got some cargo in the back of that van you shouldn't have."
"Shit..." The man's eyes widen with realization; he stops fighting the door and hangs his head. "All right, Spider-man. If that's the way it's gotta be..." You realize something's off about the way he's talking nanoseconds before you see the smirk on his lips, and only slightly longer before he punches forward with his right hand and a BURST of force rips the door off the van and LAUNCHES Spider-man away! The man steps down out of the van again and lifts up his right arm, an object similar to the Iron Man arm rig encasing it and thrumming with power! "Get up, 'hero'! You asked for this!"
"RRRAAAGGGGHHH!" Before you're fully sure of how to react, Bling comes barrelling in from behind you, landing a jumping punch and sending the man sprawling! He picks himself up as she stands in front of you, gleaming silver and gold in the mix of moon and street light. "You wanna escalate, motherfucker!? BRING IT!"
"FUCK! Since when do you costumed nutbars travel in packs!?" The man rubs his palm across his nose, checking it for blood, then looks genuinely surprised and confused. "What the-- ain't you Daddy Libido's kid!?"
"Wrong thing to say, asshole!" Bling sends a spray of shards at him, but he lashes out at it with his armored right hand and they shatter before him. This still gives her enough of an opening to charge in, but he's better in a fight than you expected and manages to keep his head down and block her punches with his weapon. You've seen Roxy hit things in training; she hits hard. There's got to be some serious tech in that gauntlet... seriously dangerous tech.
"OK, that was a cool trick, but show and tell is over for today. Now it's time to learn about sharing!" Spider-man comes swinging into the scene and sprays webs onto the fist, distracting the man enough for Bling to get another solid hit in! He backs up so hard he trips on his own feet and hits the ground, but scrambles to tear at the webbing on his arm and send another BLAST at Roxy and Spider-man! They're each only caught by the edges of the attack, but are still sent skidding backward.
"Things are getting spicy over here, guys, we could use some backup!" You hear Spider-man's voice in your head, concern bringing his tone down from its usual energy.
"I'm on it!" Rage responds.
"Be there as soon as we can," Speedball adds.
"Well, some of us have to walk so I'll catch up, I guess," Quentin quips, "Still in Travers Park?"
"A little North of it," you answer since Spider-man and Bling are too busy trying to fight the man, "but just keep your eyes open and you can't miss us!"
What Do You Do Next?
[ ] Join the fight!
[ ] Try to distract him.
[ ] Get the gear from his truck.
[ ] Write-In
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