The Young Avengers Initiative
- Thread starter Wightraven
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Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] Gwen Poole
[X] Dexter Mungo/Ectokid
[X] Monica Rambeau/Spectrum
[X] Moonbeam Miligan/Dead Girl
[X] Dexter Mungo/Ectokid
[X] Monica Rambeau/Spectrum
[X] Moonbeam Miligan/Dead Girl
- Location
- The internet
[X] Gwen Poole
[X] Monica Rambeau/Spectrum
Personally while I wouldn't mind some gadgets, I would very much prefer Fortune be at least reasonably competent in hand to hand combat. I just really like the imagery of using her powers to boost otherwise unremarkable fundamentally sound fighting prowess to scary levels of lucky shots and semi accidental precision. I would also be fine with using ranged weaponry to achieve similar effects though.
I'm not terribly interested in romance at this juncture, but I'm also not against it at all.
[X] Monica Rambeau/Spectrum
Personally while I wouldn't mind some gadgets, I would very much prefer Fortune be at least reasonably competent in hand to hand combat. I just really like the imagery of using her powers to boost otherwise unremarkable fundamentally sound fighting prowess to scary levels of lucky shots and semi accidental precision. I would also be fine with using ranged weaponry to achieve similar effects though.
I'm not terribly interested in romance at this juncture, but I'm also not against it at all.
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- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
@Wightraven Is there a cap on how high we can get a single stat?
- Location
- The Trash Pile
8. It should already say somewhere.
- Location
- Southampton, Great Britain
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It isn't under any the informational threadmarks. Maybe you could put in the Attributes threadmark along with the maximum cap on combined stats? I think we can get a maximum of 40 points if our stats are added together, but that information isn't threadmarked either as far as I can tell.
Codex
Fantasy Addict
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, it says it in the first post:
004 - And in the Darkness, Bind Them L
- Location
- The Trash Pile
Winners: Gwen Poole, Monica Rambeau/Spectrum
Number of voters: 5
Winner: Dexter Mungo/Ectokid
Number of voters: 3
Sleep is wonderful; you get up on time... well, on time for the weekend anyhow. You feel rested. You feel... determined. Memories of talking to Tony Stark keep you vibrant through the morning, and practically carry you skipping out to the bus stop. Felix insisted you dine off-campus, but... honestly, you could use the break from eating in the cafeteria. It's lovely, really, but it's always there or takeout at the dorm. He's waiting for you at the bus stop.
"Ah, Vilina!" he's not using his Felix voice, syrupy and warm. There's still that thickness to it, but the accent is... unmistakable. "Wonderfully punctual."
"Felix," you smirk, "glad you could make it."
He makes a strange gesture with his hand, sort of a flourish. "I'm sure you'll forgive me for the... half-illusion. It's so nice to act myself for once, even if I can't look the part."
"Well, we reap what we sow."
He sighs at that, dipping his head. "Yes. Well... I..." he looks out at where the bus should be, but it's not quite as punctual as either of you. "I... cannot begin to explain how much of a different person I am now. So... I will have to settle for showing you."
"Well, I aim to give you an opportunity to do exactly that. I'm sure you assumed I had ulterior motives to inviting you--"
"Please, don't." He closes his eyes and holds up a hand. "I'm sure. I'm sure you wanted something and I'm sure you needed to check up on me, but... for now, let's just act like we're actually two friends getting lunch. Shall we?"
You find it hard to argue with that. Something about his tone and his gestures is so genuinely... remorseful, and frustrated. Patient, but tired. You give him a sympathetic look, but he returns a very frank and toothless smile, and you end up smiling back. The bus arrives and the pair of you board, finding a pair of somewhat cramped seats next to each other. The ride starts in relative silence, but eventually Felix digs into his pocket and produces his phone.
"So," he begins briskly, "I've come into possession of a trial subscription to Spotify." The pair of you catch eyes and concurrently reach an understanding about how needlessly awkward the following conversation is going to be. He nods, you nod, and he proceeds. "It's hard for me to ask my squadmates for recommendations, but I've always had a visceral reaction to music and I'd very much like to see if I can build a collection of tunes. But I'm not sure where to start."
"Well," you begin carefully, "that's sort of a difficult thing to suggest to someone..."
"Oh. Of course, sorry." He begins to put his phone away, but you gently touch his wrist to stop him.
"No, I mean... without knowing what you're into it's hard to know where to start."
A soft half-smile forms on his scruffy face. "Well, I'm not certain what I'm 'into'. Music here is a bit... different than it is where I come from. We don't exactly have 'bangers'. Nothing 'slaps'."
"Please," and you put this as gently as you can, "never say either of those things ever again."
"I'll do my level best," he chuckles.
"Have you tried to find something on your own? Did you come across anything you liked?"
"Well... yes, actually. I wasn't sure where to begin so I saw this playlist 'The Most Beautiful Songs in the World'. What better place to start, yes?"
"That makes sense."
"I came across this one song almost immediately, let me see if I can find it... ah! Here it is; Howl by Jake Houlsby. Have you ever heard that one?"
"I... can't say that I have," you're honestly surprised by that. You wouldn't call yourself up on all kinds of music, but this just dropped last year apparently? And you haven't even heard of it.
"Oh, well, you should give it a listen! Here," he offers you his earbuds, waving a hand over them to render them sparkling clean.
"O... kay," you eye him carefully and gently put them in, tapping 'play'. You listen for a few seconds, and Felix watches you intently, gauging your reaction.
"Is it playing?" he asks in a respectfully hushed tone, moving his lips so they're more easily read, "have the lyrics started yet?"
You can't suppress an amused smile, pulling out the left earbud and handing it to him to plug in. Realization dawns on his face as you restart the song, and the two of your share his phone, listening to the moody lyrics, the gentle rhythm, and the soft thunder of the drums. You can see why he enjoys the tune; it's very emotional and moving. Your mind searches for songs with a similar vibe, and for some reason Garbage's Not Your Kind of People comes to mind. He seems to dig the vibe, nodding his head in time with the beat and smiling softly as he listens. He has a similar reaction to Vance Joy's Riptide. You look for something a bit different to test how modern he might like his music, settling on The Weeknd. The two of you dive deeper into his music, and there are some songs Felix really likes and some he skips past in impatient distaste. He seems to particularly like Pray For Me and Starboy, and that's when you ask him if he's seen the video.
"There's a video?" Four minutes and thirty-three seconds later, his mouth is agape and he's practically applauding. "That was phenomenal. It was like a little film, right there, fitting in with the song!" You smile at his wonder and amusement, looking around to make sure the bus is ignoring you as usual. They are, thankfully. A guy for all appearances in his late teens marveling at the existence of music videos is a little... odd. Even for New York. "Are there any more of these?" he asks, with absolute innocence.
"Yes," you smile, "there are a lot. Here's another one by The Weeknd." You queue up the video for I Feel It Coming and he watches with a decidedly different kind of amusement.
"I like this song," he comments, "it's... sweet."
"It's about sex," you explain, concerned he somehow missed the point.
"Of course it's about sex!" he seems slightly offended, "but that doesn't mean it can't be sweet. Lovemaking is the most... deeply personal one individual can become with another. And... in contrast to some of his other songs, this is... it's gentle. There's much less ego, no bitterness. It's not about his own needs or his own mistakes, it's about his partner's. It's about safety, and pleasure. It's quite beautiful."
You round out the rest of the trip splitting time between songs and music videos, looking into Daft Punk and David Bowie, Queen and Ed Sheeran. He seems very grateful for your input by the time you reach your stop, and his mood is both light and high as he escorts you down into a subway tunnel of all things... to the TurnStyle Underground Market. He makes a bee-line for the Chick'nCone; a food truck-style restaurant where you get chicken and sauce in a waffle cone. It's delicious, and a fun experience. So is walking through the shops, checking out the other places to eat, and just enjoying an air-conditioned subway that... looks nothing like any of the subways you've been in recently. It still amazes you that you've lived in New York your whole life and haven't seen things like this; that there's so much you've yet to experience. It's later in the evening before either of you even consider going home, each of you with a delicious bubble tea in hand. The bus is much quieter when you finally board it, and you find a place in the back, away from everyone else. You're getting closer to the Philip J. Coulson Memorial Academy, and Felix finally breaks the lighter conversation.
"So," he begins, his tone immediately turning wistful, "as much fun as this has been, you had another reason to talk to me today."
"I... did. I do. But... please don't think that doesn't mean I had fun today. This has been... a lot of fun."
Felix nods, spooning the last few stray boba from his tea. "I'm glad. But... business is business. I don't think you would've arranged a meeting if it wasn't important."
"There's..." you drop your voice to a whisper just in case someone might hear. "There's an anti-mutant rally next week and a group of people who want to cause... trouble. I'd like your help to stop them, if you're willing to give it."
He nods, "of course. I can only do so much given... well, you know. Circumstances." He gestures to himself, his shapeshifted form. "But I will do my utmost. Whatever you ask." You eye him for a moment, sipping at your tea. He turns to you and smiles, briefly putting a friendly hand on your knee as the bus stops. "This has been a delight. Thank you for the musical recommendations."
"Sure," you respond, "anytime. Goodnight, Felix."
"Adieu!" he smirks.
He seems in an awful hurry to get off the bus before you, and you let him if only to have a few moments to watch him leave and try to scrutinize his motives. You want to trust him. You want to... but he's been acting so... unusual. It would be foolish not to have your guard up. You gather your bag up and make your own exit, and by the time you dismount the bus he's long gone.
The week that follows is nothing but busy; you talk to Gwen first thing Monday morning and she's as willing to help you as you thought she'd be. She also does you the favor of talking to Other Gwen and Dexter. Poole is happy enough to help, but Dexter isn't sure how much his powers will be of benefit in the fight. Unwilling to put it off, you shoot a text to Monica Monday night, and she agrees to help you as well. You get this gathered information to Quentin, who finds time to relay it to Callisto when you're nose-deep in your studies. The weekend promises to be at least as full as the week itself, and if anything happens... if anything happens you'll need plenty of time to rest, at the very least. As much as you can do for your schoolwork through the week is that much less you have to accomplish around the fight. As the week goes by you discover Callisto has enhanced senses and physique, and Maggott's worm-things can consume a lot of matter fast and return its power to him to grant him an enhanced physique and psychometric powers. Other Gwen is more cagey about her abilities and says they're hard to describe, but she should be very helpful in a pinch and that keeping the two of you too close together is probably redundant. Thursday night you make time to meet with Callisto, Maggott, and Quentin to plan a strategy you intend to convey to everyone else. There's only one subway route they could possibly take to get from where they are to Central Park quickly; a path of least resistance. Going overland is too risky that they'll get caught before they can actually cause any damage; it's not much of a gamble to assume this is the path they'll take. You know the time. You know the place. All that remains is...
Where Do You Position the Ambush?
[ ] Near the Marauders' base in the subway.
- The Marauders will have quick access to reinforcements.
- Effects on civilians will be minimized; nobody is likely to know the fight is even happening.
- Iron Man will take longer to come as backup.
[ ] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
- The Marauders may have access to reinforcements.
- Low-traffic subway points mean very few citizens will be in danger.
- Iron Man will take a bit to come as backup.
[ ] In the subway, just before the exit to Central Park.
- The Marauders are unlikely to have reinforcements.
- High-traffic subway means more citizens will be in danger.
- Iron Man should be able to come as backup more easily.
[ ] Just outside the subway exit to Central Park.
- The Marauders will have no reinforcements.
- The highest number of citizens will be in danger; the rally may be in danger.
- Iron Man can already be in position to intervene the second things start to go poorly.
What's The Plan?
[ ] Write-In.
OOC: I know traditionally asking for a full write-in can slow things down to a halt, but I want to see you guys flex your creative muscles and I want to make sure you're getting what you want out of this fight. Don't be afraid to make individual suggestions, minor changes to plans others propose, or completely different plans entirely. You have yourself, Callisto, Maggott, Kid Omega, Shadowcat, Rage, Speedball, Spectrum, Spider-man, Ghost Spider, Gwen Poole, 'Fate', and potentially Iron Man's backup at your disposal. Heavily-armed mutants with unknown abilities are going to be looking to kill Graydon Creed and otherwise cause as much havoc as possible. YOU are giving the orders; who should focus on what problems? Should you separate into smaller squads, appointing other leaders to those squads? Are you trying to talk them down first, or go for an all-out assault? The options are very diverse, and I want the power in your hands as much as possible. Look back at the strategies suggested in the truck heist during Dexter's birthday party for a good guideline.
I'm leaving this vote open until my typical "evening" post; there will be no "morning" post tomorrow.
Number of voters: 5
Winner: Dexter Mungo/Ectokid
Number of voters: 3
Sleep is wonderful; you get up on time... well, on time for the weekend anyhow. You feel rested. You feel... determined. Memories of talking to Tony Stark keep you vibrant through the morning, and practically carry you skipping out to the bus stop. Felix insisted you dine off-campus, but... honestly, you could use the break from eating in the cafeteria. It's lovely, really, but it's always there or takeout at the dorm. He's waiting for you at the bus stop.
"Ah, Vilina!" he's not using his Felix voice, syrupy and warm. There's still that thickness to it, but the accent is... unmistakable. "Wonderfully punctual."
"Felix," you smirk, "glad you could make it."
He makes a strange gesture with his hand, sort of a flourish. "I'm sure you'll forgive me for the... half-illusion. It's so nice to act myself for once, even if I can't look the part."
"Well, we reap what we sow."
He sighs at that, dipping his head. "Yes. Well... I..." he looks out at where the bus should be, but it's not quite as punctual as either of you. "I... cannot begin to explain how much of a different person I am now. So... I will have to settle for showing you."
"Well, I aim to give you an opportunity to do exactly that. I'm sure you assumed I had ulterior motives to inviting you--"
"Please, don't." He closes his eyes and holds up a hand. "I'm sure. I'm sure you wanted something and I'm sure you needed to check up on me, but... for now, let's just act like we're actually two friends getting lunch. Shall we?"
You find it hard to argue with that. Something about his tone and his gestures is so genuinely... remorseful, and frustrated. Patient, but tired. You give him a sympathetic look, but he returns a very frank and toothless smile, and you end up smiling back. The bus arrives and the pair of you board, finding a pair of somewhat cramped seats next to each other. The ride starts in relative silence, but eventually Felix digs into his pocket and produces his phone.
"So," he begins briskly, "I've come into possession of a trial subscription to Spotify." The pair of you catch eyes and concurrently reach an understanding about how needlessly awkward the following conversation is going to be. He nods, you nod, and he proceeds. "It's hard for me to ask my squadmates for recommendations, but I've always had a visceral reaction to music and I'd very much like to see if I can build a collection of tunes. But I'm not sure where to start."
"Well," you begin carefully, "that's sort of a difficult thing to suggest to someone..."
"Oh. Of course, sorry." He begins to put his phone away, but you gently touch his wrist to stop him.
"No, I mean... without knowing what you're into it's hard to know where to start."
A soft half-smile forms on his scruffy face. "Well, I'm not certain what I'm 'into'. Music here is a bit... different than it is where I come from. We don't exactly have 'bangers'. Nothing 'slaps'."
"Please," and you put this as gently as you can, "never say either of those things ever again."
"I'll do my level best," he chuckles.
"Have you tried to find something on your own? Did you come across anything you liked?"
"Well... yes, actually. I wasn't sure where to begin so I saw this playlist 'The Most Beautiful Songs in the World'. What better place to start, yes?"
"That makes sense."
"I came across this one song almost immediately, let me see if I can find it... ah! Here it is; Howl by Jake Houlsby. Have you ever heard that one?"
"I... can't say that I have," you're honestly surprised by that. You wouldn't call yourself up on all kinds of music, but this just dropped last year apparently? And you haven't even heard of it.
"Oh, well, you should give it a listen! Here," he offers you his earbuds, waving a hand over them to render them sparkling clean.
"O... kay," you eye him carefully and gently put them in, tapping 'play'. You listen for a few seconds, and Felix watches you intently, gauging your reaction.
"Is it playing?" he asks in a respectfully hushed tone, moving his lips so they're more easily read, "have the lyrics started yet?"
You can't suppress an amused smile, pulling out the left earbud and handing it to him to plug in. Realization dawns on his face as you restart the song, and the two of your share his phone, listening to the moody lyrics, the gentle rhythm, and the soft thunder of the drums. You can see why he enjoys the tune; it's very emotional and moving. Your mind searches for songs with a similar vibe, and for some reason Garbage's Not Your Kind of People comes to mind. He seems to dig the vibe, nodding his head in time with the beat and smiling softly as he listens. He has a similar reaction to Vance Joy's Riptide. You look for something a bit different to test how modern he might like his music, settling on The Weeknd. The two of you dive deeper into his music, and there are some songs Felix really likes and some he skips past in impatient distaste. He seems to particularly like Pray For Me and Starboy, and that's when you ask him if he's seen the video.
"There's a video?" Four minutes and thirty-three seconds later, his mouth is agape and he's practically applauding. "That was phenomenal. It was like a little film, right there, fitting in with the song!" You smile at his wonder and amusement, looking around to make sure the bus is ignoring you as usual. They are, thankfully. A guy for all appearances in his late teens marveling at the existence of music videos is a little... odd. Even for New York. "Are there any more of these?" he asks, with absolute innocence.
"Yes," you smile, "there are a lot. Here's another one by The Weeknd." You queue up the video for I Feel It Coming and he watches with a decidedly different kind of amusement.
"I like this song," he comments, "it's... sweet."
"It's about sex," you explain, concerned he somehow missed the point.
"Of course it's about sex!" he seems slightly offended, "but that doesn't mean it can't be sweet. Lovemaking is the most... deeply personal one individual can become with another. And... in contrast to some of his other songs, this is... it's gentle. There's much less ego, no bitterness. It's not about his own needs or his own mistakes, it's about his partner's. It's about safety, and pleasure. It's quite beautiful."
You round out the rest of the trip splitting time between songs and music videos, looking into Daft Punk and David Bowie, Queen and Ed Sheeran. He seems very grateful for your input by the time you reach your stop, and his mood is both light and high as he escorts you down into a subway tunnel of all things... to the TurnStyle Underground Market. He makes a bee-line for the Chick'nCone; a food truck-style restaurant where you get chicken and sauce in a waffle cone. It's delicious, and a fun experience. So is walking through the shops, checking out the other places to eat, and just enjoying an air-conditioned subway that... looks nothing like any of the subways you've been in recently. It still amazes you that you've lived in New York your whole life and haven't seen things like this; that there's so much you've yet to experience. It's later in the evening before either of you even consider going home, each of you with a delicious bubble tea in hand. The bus is much quieter when you finally board it, and you find a place in the back, away from everyone else. You're getting closer to the Philip J. Coulson Memorial Academy, and Felix finally breaks the lighter conversation.
"So," he begins, his tone immediately turning wistful, "as much fun as this has been, you had another reason to talk to me today."
"I... did. I do. But... please don't think that doesn't mean I had fun today. This has been... a lot of fun."
Felix nods, spooning the last few stray boba from his tea. "I'm glad. But... business is business. I don't think you would've arranged a meeting if it wasn't important."
"There's..." you drop your voice to a whisper just in case someone might hear. "There's an anti-mutant rally next week and a group of people who want to cause... trouble. I'd like your help to stop them, if you're willing to give it."
He nods, "of course. I can only do so much given... well, you know. Circumstances." He gestures to himself, his shapeshifted form. "But I will do my utmost. Whatever you ask." You eye him for a moment, sipping at your tea. He turns to you and smiles, briefly putting a friendly hand on your knee as the bus stops. "This has been a delight. Thank you for the musical recommendations."
"Sure," you respond, "anytime. Goodnight, Felix."
"Adieu!" he smirks.
He seems in an awful hurry to get off the bus before you, and you let him if only to have a few moments to watch him leave and try to scrutinize his motives. You want to trust him. You want to... but he's been acting so... unusual. It would be foolish not to have your guard up. You gather your bag up and make your own exit, and by the time you dismount the bus he's long gone.
The week that follows is nothing but busy; you talk to Gwen first thing Monday morning and she's as willing to help you as you thought she'd be. She also does you the favor of talking to Other Gwen and Dexter. Poole is happy enough to help, but Dexter isn't sure how much his powers will be of benefit in the fight. Unwilling to put it off, you shoot a text to Monica Monday night, and she agrees to help you as well. You get this gathered information to Quentin, who finds time to relay it to Callisto when you're nose-deep in your studies. The weekend promises to be at least as full as the week itself, and if anything happens... if anything happens you'll need plenty of time to rest, at the very least. As much as you can do for your schoolwork through the week is that much less you have to accomplish around the fight. As the week goes by you discover Callisto has enhanced senses and physique, and Maggott's worm-things can consume a lot of matter fast and return its power to him to grant him an enhanced physique and psychometric powers. Other Gwen is more cagey about her abilities and says they're hard to describe, but she should be very helpful in a pinch and that keeping the two of you too close together is probably redundant. Thursday night you make time to meet with Callisto, Maggott, and Quentin to plan a strategy you intend to convey to everyone else. There's only one subway route they could possibly take to get from where they are to Central Park quickly; a path of least resistance. Going overland is too risky that they'll get caught before they can actually cause any damage; it's not much of a gamble to assume this is the path they'll take. You know the time. You know the place. All that remains is...
Where Do You Position the Ambush?
[ ] Near the Marauders' base in the subway.
- The Marauders will have quick access to reinforcements.
- Effects on civilians will be minimized; nobody is likely to know the fight is even happening.
- Iron Man will take longer to come as backup.
[ ] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
- The Marauders may have access to reinforcements.
- Low-traffic subway points mean very few citizens will be in danger.
- Iron Man will take a bit to come as backup.
[ ] In the subway, just before the exit to Central Park.
- The Marauders are unlikely to have reinforcements.
- High-traffic subway means more citizens will be in danger.
- Iron Man should be able to come as backup more easily.
[ ] Just outside the subway exit to Central Park.
- The Marauders will have no reinforcements.
- The highest number of citizens will be in danger; the rally may be in danger.
- Iron Man can already be in position to intervene the second things start to go poorly.
What's The Plan?
[ ] Write-In.
OOC: I know traditionally asking for a full write-in can slow things down to a halt, but I want to see you guys flex your creative muscles and I want to make sure you're getting what you want out of this fight. Don't be afraid to make individual suggestions, minor changes to plans others propose, or completely different plans entirely. You have yourself, Callisto, Maggott, Kid Omega, Shadowcat, Rage, Speedball, Spectrum, Spider-man, Ghost Spider, Gwen Poole, 'Fate', and potentially Iron Man's backup at your disposal. Heavily-armed mutants with unknown abilities are going to be looking to kill Graydon Creed and otherwise cause as much havoc as possible. YOU are giving the orders; who should focus on what problems? Should you separate into smaller squads, appointing other leaders to those squads? Are you trying to talk them down first, or go for an all-out assault? The options are very diverse, and I want the power in your hands as much as possible. Look back at the strategies suggested in the truck heist during Dexter's birthday party for a good guideline.
I'm leaving this vote open until my typical "evening" post; there will be no "morning" post tomorrow.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
So we just went on a date with Loki.... Okay then.
Ambushing between the two exits does seem like the best option. For a plan, maybe something like:
[X] Omega does his comms thing
-[X] If he can, seperated to "front group" and "back group" with keeping us and Spidey connected
[X] Spiderpeople and other stealthy guys get behind them
-[X] Spiderman is in command there
[X] We offer them the option to surrender while focusing real hard on not getting shot
-[X] If they attack us, hit them from both sides
-[X] If they stand down, disarm and restrain them, just in case
This is not a great plan, but the best I can do before coffee, so someone should look it over.
Ambushing between the two exits does seem like the best option. For a plan, maybe something like:
[X] Omega does his comms thing
-[X] If he can, seperated to "front group" and "back group" with keeping us and Spidey connected
[X] Spiderpeople and other stealthy guys get behind them
-[X] Spiderman is in command there
[X] We offer them the option to surrender while focusing real hard on not getting shot
-[X] If they attack us, hit them from both sides
-[X] If they stand down, disarm and restrain them, just in case
This is not a great plan, but the best I can do before coffee, so someone should look it over.
I ship it
Silvereagle21
Soaring through the Sky
- Location
- United States
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[x] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
Yo, ppl, we need a plan that's more than where we're ambusing, and I'd really appriciate if people at least commented on mine.
Codex
Fantasy Addict
- Pronouns
- She/Her
The plan seems alright. The problem I'm seeing is that, well, we don't really know the abilities of all our allies very well, and we don't know the abilities of our enemies at all. I don't know how Dexter can help us, and Gwen Poole is being very vague about what she can do. I'm all for separating the group into two, with stealthy people and the main force being two different ones. I'm assuming Gwen, Peter and Felix are gonna be part of the stealth group (since they're really good at stealth), but I have no idea who else is stealthy in our group.
If I have a suggestion, then it would be to focus efforts on Marrow specifically. We know she is the main instigator of all this, and taking her down should lead to a loss of cohesion. Aside from that, I don't think offering surrender is going to work, but offering it is still good protocol.
So, if you don't mind, I'll vote for the following strategy.
[X] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
[X] Omega does his comms thing
-[X] If he can, seperated to "front group" and "back group" with keeping us and Spidey connected
[X] Spiderpeople and other stealthy guys get behind them
-[X] Spiderman is in command there
[X] We offer them the option to surrender while focusing real hard on not getting shot. Focus on them not noticing Spiderman and his group so they can sneak up behind them while we distract them.
-[X] If they attack us, hit them from both sides. Focus on taking Marrow down as soon as possible
-[X] If they stand down, disarm and restrain them, just in case
If I have a suggestion, then it would be to focus efforts on Marrow specifically. We know she is the main instigator of all this, and taking her down should lead to a loss of cohesion. Aside from that, I don't think offering surrender is going to work, but offering it is still good protocol.
So, if you don't mind, I'll vote for the following strategy.
[X] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
[X] Omega does his comms thing
-[X] If he can, seperated to "front group" and "back group" with keeping us and Spidey connected
[X] Spiderpeople and other stealthy guys get behind them
-[X] Spiderman is in command there
[X] We offer them the option to surrender while focusing real hard on not getting shot. Focus on them not noticing Spiderman and his group so they can sneak up behind them while we distract them.
-[X] If they attack us, hit them from both sides. Focus on taking Marrow down as soon as possible
-[X] If they stand down, disarm and restrain them, just in case
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- Location
- California
[x] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
- Location
- The internet
[X] In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
[X] Omega does his comms thing
-[X] If he can, seperated to "front group" and "back group" with keeping us and Spidey connected
[X] Spiderpeople and other stealthy guys get behind them
-[X] Spiderman is in command there
[X] We offer them the option to surrender while focusing real hard on not getting shot
-[X] If they attack us, hit them from both sides
-[X] If they stand down, disarm and restrain them, just in case
[X] Omega does his comms thing
-[X] If he can, seperated to "front group" and "back group" with keeping us and Spidey connected
[X] Spiderpeople and other stealthy guys get behind them
-[X] Spiderman is in command there
[X] We offer them the option to surrender while focusing real hard on not getting shot
-[X] If they attack us, hit them from both sides
-[X] If they stand down, disarm and restrain them, just in case
004 - And in the Darkness, Bind Them M
- Location
- The Trash Pile
Unanimous Winner: In the subway, between the Marauders' base and Central Park.
Number of Voters: 5
Unanimous Winner: Plan Pincer Attack
Number of Voters: 3
OOC: There was an alternate version of the vote, but if I'm reading correctly they both did exactly the same thing.
Saturday arrives, and you position yourselves bright an early. Callisto and Maggott lead Spider-man, Ghost Spider, Other Gwen, and Shadowcat to the closest surface path to the base coming from the opposite direction that he can manage. If you're lucky, it shouldn't trigger Caliban that an attack is coming; the goal for your team, the strike team, is to get them to surrender or buy enough time for the other team to get in position. Kid Omega is also on the surface, in a rough midpoint between where the ambush is supposed to occur and where the stealth team is waiting. When everyone is close enough, he's going to establish his telepathic link so you have the advantage of communication.
You slept in a bit, as you spent a lot of last night with your mind on the forthcoming battle. You want them to surrender. You want them to see reason. And if all else fails... you don't want anyone to get seriously hurt. Those same thoughts are going through your head as you're waiting in the dim light of the subway tunnel. You and your friends, dressed in your uniforms and ready to fight if the fight comes... ready to defend a monster from the people he's marginalized. To stop a man from getting what might be his well-deserved comeuppance, because it's not worth the ensuing cost.
It's a mostly straight line, being a subway. Many of the lights have been damaged or blown out over the years, but most of them still function and are still connected to the circuit. Still, a heavy cloak of shadows stops your vision after a certain point, and it's from those shadows that Marrow and the Marauders emerge. They are armed. Heavily armed. The sight of that much firepower shakes your nerves a bit, but you force yourself to rally. This is your show. Everyone is counting on you. Iron Man is counting on you.
"You do-gooder fuckin' flatscan snot," Marrow snarls. "You got five seconds to move before we fill each and everyone one of those fancy costumes with holes."
You shake your head. "I can't do that, Marrow. We know why you're here." Silently, you telepathically signal to Kid Omega that it's time to mobilize the other unit. He confirms.
"Then move aside! There's justice to serve, you privileged fuckin' surface-bitch!" Some of the Marauders echo her insult with a 'yeah!'
"Listen, this doesn't work out for you," Monica steps to your side, "at the very least you've got conspiracy to commit murder."
"Maggott, you fuckin' snitch..." she seems even more upset now.
"I doubt those guns you got there were bought legally, if they were bought at all," Monica continues, "How many of you even have licenses for those? You're all looking at prison time, some pretty severe fines... drop the weapons and hit the ground and we can do our best to help you negotiate a deal, but if you make this a fight..."
"Shut up... !" Marrow grumbles.
"IF YOU MAKE THIS A FIGHT... that's assaulting a federal agent. That's twenty years. You don't have the money to pay the fine. If you manage to kill one of us it doesn't. Get. Better."
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Marrow fires a spray from her submachine gun into the air, then points the weapon at Spectrum. "We didn't come to this party and expect to walk out! This is about ending the hate of Graydon Creed! This is about REVENGE for what was done to us, to what put is in this hole in the first fuckin' place!"
"Marrow, if you kill Graydon Creed it's only going to make things worse for mutants!" you insist.
"NO IT WON'T!" The gun is pointed at you now. "That's FUCKIN' coward-talk, EXACTLY what I'd expect from some prissy know-nothing FLATSCAN. If we show them they CAN'T push us around anymore without DEADLY repercussions, then they WON'T push us around anymore!"
"Making them afraid isn't going to do ANYTHING, Marrow! They're already afraid!"
"They should be!"
"This is your last chance," Monica is so done with this. Which... isn't helpful when it comes to stalling, but even you can read the room better than that. Something is about to go down... act carefully and you might be able to mitigate it... "This isn't an all or nothing deal. Any one of you can drop the guns and surrender. Just because Pinkie can't wait to pop off doesn't mean the rest of you have to go down with her."
Marrow grins and shakes her head. "The only thing laying down... are your fucking! BODIES!"
You've been preparing for this; you focus your powers and cast your own luck with bullets out across the group. You can't stop them from firing on you... not when they're so furious and already provoked... but you can hope that those bullets miss their intended targets. Almost all of the Marauders open fire, and all you can do is close your eyes and exert yourself, trying to ensure everyone's safety... and then you feel hot pain in your shoulder. You open your eyes and stare at the wound, red swimming quickly from it as your lose all focus of the world around you.
You hear screaming... you... think it's from the other side. Everything is hot... like fire. There's a bright glow and you tear your eyes away from your injury to see Monica kneeling to... hold back fire that a... flaming skeleton man seems to be trying to bathe your team in!? Elvin barrels forward, ROARING and that finally seems to pierce the numb silence caused by the pain... which is... immense. You've never been shot before. Of course not. Why would you? How would you... ? Who even shot you? Speedball is the next one to fly past you; a technicolor dream that bounces against the floor, the ceiling, and SQUARE into a man with long gray hair and... guns for arms? Firm, but gentle hands press just over the back of your wound and steady your opposite shoulder to keep you from wheeling around.
"You OK, Fortune?" It's Felix, doing the Fate voice and everything. He's smiling, but there's worry in it. You can feel the pain numbing, and your wound closing a bit... but not too much.
"Yeah... I think I'll be fine," you lock eyes with him, "thank you."
You're able to turn back to the fight to see Marrow throwing bone spikes at Spectrum. She dropped the gun at some point... a lot of the guns are on the ground, you notice, some smoking and red-hot, others melted in places. Monica literally disappears before your eyes and the bone spikes themselves melt into nothingness where they would've passed through her flesh. Electricity arcs with cracking thunder from the tall man with the blonde mohawk, and Speedball is BLASTED into a wall... which he rebounds away from. Then into another... and another! You reflexively shout his name, but he can't seem to get control over his momentum. He finally hits at an angle and bounces away down the tunnel, back the way you came.
A woman with long, red hair jumps on Elvin's back and a disgusting tendril of a tongue lashes forth from her mouth that's opening far too wide. The tongue itself has a set of jaws on it, and they bite into Elvin in several places. He bats at her, but is quickly distracted by the equally huge, gray-skinned mutant covered in spikes. He looks a little like Doomsday, but with a tiny skull for a head. So like DCEU Doomsday. They're joined by a somewhat leonine-looking man who pummels him with hairy, blonde fists, and for now their joint efforts seem to be working to keep Rage from making any attempt at fighting them off.
More bullets fly forward, and they would TEAR through where Fate is standing... except he doesn't seem to be quite standing there anymore, instead a bit to the left. He smirks, squares his jaw, and gazes down the two mutants who are still armed; a gray cockroach-like one and a sunken-faced man with pale green skin. Another mutant comes leaping out of the back line toward you and Fate, a scaly creature you would call a dragon if that seemed at all possible. Your heart sinks, and then you back away in shock as she passes through the empty-looking area where Monica was kneeling and begins SCREAMING in pain as her scales and flesh sizzle and sear. She rolls away, curling in on herself, and at the sight of that another draconic-looking humanoid mutant drops her gun and holds her hands in the air, backing away from the fight.
"I'm done! I'm done!" she shouts, receding into the shadows.
"How close is everyone?" you think as hard as you can... but of course you're not attached to the network anymore. Quentin would've had to sever you when you took that hit. You fight past the numbness and shock and focus on the fight. People need help... this wasn't supposed to be twelve-on-five... the rest of the group can't be that far away... if Elvin could get free he might be able to barrel through their front line... or if Speedball came back to the fold, he would be a LOT of help right now. You have options at your fingertips, it's just a matter of which one to choose...
What Do You Do?
[ ] Try to help Rage return to fighting.
[ ] Hope that Speedball returns to the fight.
[ ] Re-establish Tilt The Scales so the effects of Just Lucky, I Guess can protect your friends again.
- It seemed to have fallen when you lost concentration. That's worth noting.
[ ] Write-In.
OOC: For the record, had Vilina not used Tilt The Scales once already, that opening salvo would've gone A LOT worse for the team.
Number of Voters: 5
Unanimous Winner: Plan Pincer Attack
Number of Voters: 3
OOC: There was an alternate version of the vote, but if I'm reading correctly they both did exactly the same thing.
Saturday arrives, and you position yourselves bright an early. Callisto and Maggott lead Spider-man, Ghost Spider, Other Gwen, and Shadowcat to the closest surface path to the base coming from the opposite direction that he can manage. If you're lucky, it shouldn't trigger Caliban that an attack is coming; the goal for your team, the strike team, is to get them to surrender or buy enough time for the other team to get in position. Kid Omega is also on the surface, in a rough midpoint between where the ambush is supposed to occur and where the stealth team is waiting. When everyone is close enough, he's going to establish his telepathic link so you have the advantage of communication.
You slept in a bit, as you spent a lot of last night with your mind on the forthcoming battle. You want them to surrender. You want them to see reason. And if all else fails... you don't want anyone to get seriously hurt. Those same thoughts are going through your head as you're waiting in the dim light of the subway tunnel. You and your friends, dressed in your uniforms and ready to fight if the fight comes... ready to defend a monster from the people he's marginalized. To stop a man from getting what might be his well-deserved comeuppance, because it's not worth the ensuing cost.
It's a mostly straight line, being a subway. Many of the lights have been damaged or blown out over the years, but most of them still function and are still connected to the circuit. Still, a heavy cloak of shadows stops your vision after a certain point, and it's from those shadows that Marrow and the Marauders emerge. They are armed. Heavily armed. The sight of that much firepower shakes your nerves a bit, but you force yourself to rally. This is your show. Everyone is counting on you. Iron Man is counting on you.
"You do-gooder fuckin' flatscan snot," Marrow snarls. "You got five seconds to move before we fill each and everyone one of those fancy costumes with holes."
You shake your head. "I can't do that, Marrow. We know why you're here." Silently, you telepathically signal to Kid Omega that it's time to mobilize the other unit. He confirms.
"Then move aside! There's justice to serve, you privileged fuckin' surface-bitch!" Some of the Marauders echo her insult with a 'yeah!'
"Listen, this doesn't work out for you," Monica steps to your side, "at the very least you've got conspiracy to commit murder."
"Maggott, you fuckin' snitch..." she seems even more upset now.
"I doubt those guns you got there were bought legally, if they were bought at all," Monica continues, "How many of you even have licenses for those? You're all looking at prison time, some pretty severe fines... drop the weapons and hit the ground and we can do our best to help you negotiate a deal, but if you make this a fight..."
"Shut up... !" Marrow grumbles.
"IF YOU MAKE THIS A FIGHT... that's assaulting a federal agent. That's twenty years. You don't have the money to pay the fine. If you manage to kill one of us it doesn't. Get. Better."
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!" Marrow fires a spray from her submachine gun into the air, then points the weapon at Spectrum. "We didn't come to this party and expect to walk out! This is about ending the hate of Graydon Creed! This is about REVENGE for what was done to us, to what put is in this hole in the first fuckin' place!"
"Marrow, if you kill Graydon Creed it's only going to make things worse for mutants!" you insist.
"NO IT WON'T!" The gun is pointed at you now. "That's FUCKIN' coward-talk, EXACTLY what I'd expect from some prissy know-nothing FLATSCAN. If we show them they CAN'T push us around anymore without DEADLY repercussions, then they WON'T push us around anymore!"
"Making them afraid isn't going to do ANYTHING, Marrow! They're already afraid!"
"They should be!"
"This is your last chance," Monica is so done with this. Which... isn't helpful when it comes to stalling, but even you can read the room better than that. Something is about to go down... act carefully and you might be able to mitigate it... "This isn't an all or nothing deal. Any one of you can drop the guns and surrender. Just because Pinkie can't wait to pop off doesn't mean the rest of you have to go down with her."
Marrow grins and shakes her head. "The only thing laying down... are your fucking! BODIES!"
You've been preparing for this; you focus your powers and cast your own luck with bullets out across the group. You can't stop them from firing on you... not when they're so furious and already provoked... but you can hope that those bullets miss their intended targets. Almost all of the Marauders open fire, and all you can do is close your eyes and exert yourself, trying to ensure everyone's safety... and then you feel hot pain in your shoulder. You open your eyes and stare at the wound, red swimming quickly from it as your lose all focus of the world around you.
You hear screaming... you... think it's from the other side. Everything is hot... like fire. There's a bright glow and you tear your eyes away from your injury to see Monica kneeling to... hold back fire that a... flaming skeleton man seems to be trying to bathe your team in!? Elvin barrels forward, ROARING and that finally seems to pierce the numb silence caused by the pain... which is... immense. You've never been shot before. Of course not. Why would you? How would you... ? Who even shot you? Speedball is the next one to fly past you; a technicolor dream that bounces against the floor, the ceiling, and SQUARE into a man with long gray hair and... guns for arms? Firm, but gentle hands press just over the back of your wound and steady your opposite shoulder to keep you from wheeling around.
"You OK, Fortune?" It's Felix, doing the Fate voice and everything. He's smiling, but there's worry in it. You can feel the pain numbing, and your wound closing a bit... but not too much.
"Yeah... I think I'll be fine," you lock eyes with him, "thank you."
You're able to turn back to the fight to see Marrow throwing bone spikes at Spectrum. She dropped the gun at some point... a lot of the guns are on the ground, you notice, some smoking and red-hot, others melted in places. Monica literally disappears before your eyes and the bone spikes themselves melt into nothingness where they would've passed through her flesh. Electricity arcs with cracking thunder from the tall man with the blonde mohawk, and Speedball is BLASTED into a wall... which he rebounds away from. Then into another... and another! You reflexively shout his name, but he can't seem to get control over his momentum. He finally hits at an angle and bounces away down the tunnel, back the way you came.
A woman with long, red hair jumps on Elvin's back and a disgusting tendril of a tongue lashes forth from her mouth that's opening far too wide. The tongue itself has a set of jaws on it, and they bite into Elvin in several places. He bats at her, but is quickly distracted by the equally huge, gray-skinned mutant covered in spikes. He looks a little like Doomsday, but with a tiny skull for a head. So like DCEU Doomsday. They're joined by a somewhat leonine-looking man who pummels him with hairy, blonde fists, and for now their joint efforts seem to be working to keep Rage from making any attempt at fighting them off.
More bullets fly forward, and they would TEAR through where Fate is standing... except he doesn't seem to be quite standing there anymore, instead a bit to the left. He smirks, squares his jaw, and gazes down the two mutants who are still armed; a gray cockroach-like one and a sunken-faced man with pale green skin. Another mutant comes leaping out of the back line toward you and Fate, a scaly creature you would call a dragon if that seemed at all possible. Your heart sinks, and then you back away in shock as she passes through the empty-looking area where Monica was kneeling and begins SCREAMING in pain as her scales and flesh sizzle and sear. She rolls away, curling in on herself, and at the sight of that another draconic-looking humanoid mutant drops her gun and holds her hands in the air, backing away from the fight.
"I'm done! I'm done!" she shouts, receding into the shadows.
"How close is everyone?" you think as hard as you can... but of course you're not attached to the network anymore. Quentin would've had to sever you when you took that hit. You fight past the numbness and shock and focus on the fight. People need help... this wasn't supposed to be twelve-on-five... the rest of the group can't be that far away... if Elvin could get free he might be able to barrel through their front line... or if Speedball came back to the fold, he would be a LOT of help right now. You have options at your fingertips, it's just a matter of which one to choose...
What Do You Do?
[ ] Try to help Rage return to fighting.
[ ] Hope that Speedball returns to the fight.
[ ] Re-establish Tilt The Scales so the effects of Just Lucky, I Guess can protect your friends again.
- It seemed to have fallen when you lost concentration. That's worth noting.
[ ] Write-In.
OOC: For the record, had Vilina not used Tilt The Scales once already, that opening salvo would've gone A LOT worse for the team.
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DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Re-establish Tilt The Scales so the effects of Just Lucky, I Guess can protect your friends again.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
[X] Re-establish Tilt The Scales so the effects of Just Lucky, I Guess can protect your friends again.
Group 2 is taking their time....
Group 2 is taking their time....