"Are you alright?" you ask Cyborg, your concern for his well-being preventing you from immediately relinquishing Control Freak's remote to him. "You got a little messed up out there."

"Well, getting my butt kicked live at the Superbowl isn't doing my ego any favors," Cyborg replies, bitterness in his voice along with the humor. "But I'll be fine. They didn't do a whole lot of damage."

Satisfied that he's telling the truth, though feeling bad about his global humiliation, you decide that he's not in need of any sort of repairs right this moment, and hand him the remote as he requested.

"Thanks," he says, looking the remote over. "I'm gonna be giving this a real close look once we get back to the Tower."

"But, the game's still going on," you point out. "Oh, do you think they'll let us stay and watch."

"If they had any seats left, I'm sure they would," Cyborg answers, tucking the remote away into some sort of compartment in his body. "But I doubt there's much room left for us."

As it turns out, Cyborg's wrong. Space is found for the team, and once the authorities take away Control Freak, you get to experience the Super Bowl live and in person. It's an exciting game, with the teams taking the lead from each other over and over, until finally, the Eagles manage to hold it until the clock runs out.

The announcers seem a bit...unimpressed with this turn of events, but the crowd is going absolutely wild, and you're right there along with them, you and your friends joining in the commotion.

Things get even more interesting when you and the others are invited down to the field, where the two teams thank the Titans personally for your help.

You all get to shake hands with the players, though most of the others seem a little less eager when it comes to shaking hands with Tom Brady.

>A. "So, how do we get home now?"

>B. "Anyone want to grab a bite to eat while we're out here?"

>>C. Wave at the camera and say "Hi, mom!"

>/>>D. Write-in

>>2293952
D. Wink at the camera.

>>2293952
>A. "So, how do we get home now?"

>>2293952
A.

Well, Kid Crimson, you book a flight at the MSP airport. Maybe with a layover in Vegas. That's what I do when I visit California.

How is everything MoG? Doing alright?

>>2293952
>A

Raven transport? Raven transport. I doubt we could teleport mutiple people so far away without getting really tired.

>>2293964
Doing alright, thanks

>>2293976
Glad to hear our friendly neighborhood gm is doing good.

>B
>D. Wink at the camera.

>>2293962

As you and your friends shake hands with the team, you look to the camera, and give a wink. You really aren't sure why, but it seems like the right thing to do, so you roll with it.

"So, how do we get home now?" you ask your friends once the teams begin to leave the field, and the crowd slowly begins to leave the stadium.

Cyborg produces Control Freak's remote, taking another few moments to examine it. You think you get the idea. The remote presumably brought you all here, so it should be able to put you back. That is, of course, assuming that Cyborg has any idea as to how it functions. You're sure his guess would be better than yours, but you don't know how familiar your friend is with this kind of tech. After just a few more seconds, however, he presses a button, and you find yourself back in the living room of the tower, sitting right where you were before Control Freak decided to crash the party.

"Boo-yah!" Cyborg shouts in triumph. "New I could figure it out."

"Nice work," Robin tells him, picking up the television remote and shutting off the post-game programming.

Raven rises from her seat, grabbing her book, and making her way for the door. "I've had enough excitement for tonight, and way too much noise. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Well, we've still got all this food left," Troia points out as Raven leaves the room. "It'd be wrong to let it go to waste, and we did just win a battle. I say we have plenty of reason to keep celebrating."

>A. "Sounds like a plan."

>B. "Thanks, but I should get some sleep."

>>C. "So, is Control Freak usually that much trouble?"

>>D. "Well, I was kind of the one that won the battle. You guys were getting your butts kicked."

>/>>E. Write-in

>>2293999
>>A. "Sounds like a plan."

>>2293999
A.

>>2293999
>A.
>>C.

>>2293999
>>C. "So, is Control Freak usually that much trouble?"
And then if that doesn't ruin the mood:
>A. "Sounds like a plan."
As long as we don't use more powers, probably can get away with not going to bed yet.

>>2294006
This. Finish chewing before you talk though, ya animals.

>>2294006
>>2294005
"Sounds like a plan," you tell her, still having enough energy to celebrate with your friends.

Beast Boy and Starfire both look thrilled, while Robin and Cyborg, seem less enthusiastic, but still happy with the idea. Everyone gets up, Cyborg gets some music playing, Beast Boy runs for the snack table, Troia and Starfire engage in some sort of eating contest, while Robin hangs back for a moment to speak with you.

"Thanks for the save back there," he tells you once everyone's absorbed in their various activities. "I thought that whole thing was going to be no problem, just a little fun for the crowd. But Control Freak was dangerous tonight."

"Is he usually that much trouble?" you ask.

"Sometimes," Robin tells you with a shrug. "He's a goofy dork that usually does something careless that lets us beat him without too much trouble, but sometimes he can be dangerous, like tonight."

He looks more bothered by this than you think is necessary. Sure, he took a beating, but you won in the end without any innocent people being hurt. Isn't that the important part? Then again, the team kind of got their butts kicked in one of the most-watched events in the country. Cyborg was already kind of embarrassed about it, so you guess Robin feeling that way isn't so far-fetched.

"Anyway, come on, we've got some celebrating to do," Robin declares, moving along to join the others.

The rest of the night is spent eating, dancing, joking, and generally just having a happy time with your friends. You kind of wish Raven was here, but she's not much of a party person, so she would probably mostly just be sitting around anyway.

The bean-bag toss you bought for everyone is brought out, and Troia suggests a competition. Girls against boys.

>A. "Alright."

>B. "Nah, let's split the teams another way."

>>C."That would make it four-on-two. That wouldn't be fair."

>>D. "Any stakes? Or is this just for bragging rights?"

>>E. Suggest some kind of wager (specify)

>/>>F. Write-in

>>2294054
>>C.
>B. (Draft. Robin and Troia as captains).
>>D.

This should be fun.

>>2294054
>>C."That would make it four-on-two. That wouldn't be fair."
>>D. "Any stakes? Or is this just for bragging rights?"
>B. (Draft. Robin and Troia as captains)

>>2294054
Supporting:>>2294066

>>2294074
>>2294066
>>2294080
"That would be four-on-two," you point out. "That's not fair. How about we do a draft system? Troia, you and Robin can be the captains."

The two black-haired heroes look at each other, each one smiling.

"That sounds fair," Troia agrees. "But only if I get first pick."

"Ladies first," Robin says, acquiescing to her decision with a somewhat nervous look on his face.

"Alright then, Starfire, you're with me," Troia tells the only other girl present, who grins and flies over after giving an "I'm sorry, but I'm going to kick your butt" look to Robin.

"Cyborg, you're with me," Robin declares, high-fiving the big man and waiting for Troia to take her next pick.

Troia looks between you and Beast Boy, looking like she's having a hard time making a decision between the two of you. She turns to Starfire, who whispers something to her. Troia quietly whispers something back.

"What do you think they're saying?" Beast Boy asks you quietly.

Before you get a chance to answer, Troia calls out your name. Or, rather, she calls for "Kid Crimson." You walk over to join her team, while Beast Boy walks over to Robin and Cyborg, who both high-five him and declare that your team is going down.

"Any stakes?" you ask Troia. "Or is this just for bragging rights?"

"Bragging rights are enough," Troia tells you after a moment of thought. "This time, anyway."

"Lucky for you," Robin tells her.

Beast Boy grins. "All you're going to have to do when we win is listen to us gloat."

>>A. "Okay, now I feel like we should have made a bet."

>B. Try your best to beat Robin's team

>C. Just play, don't worry about winning

>/>>D. Write-in

>>2294104
>B

Kid is competitive they should know about this already. Also i bet that was the reason why Troia picked us.

>>2294104
>B. Try your best to beat Robin's team
Anything else would be letting our team down.

>>2294104
>>A.
>B.
>D. Good natured smacktalk. If Starfire is not familiar, explain it to her and encourage her to join in.

>She turns to Starfire, who whispers something to her. Troia quietly whispers something back.

>"What do you think they're saying?" Beast Boy asks you quietly.

Starfire: You must pick kid

Troia: Why?

Starfire: Beside him being most enjoyable in being around. He likes the competition if you want to win you must pick him.

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>>2294139
>Starfire: Beside him being most enjoyable in being around

>>2294139
Starfire: You must pick kid
Troia: Why?
Starfire: He can fly, and the three of us can do the sick nasty aerial poses when we are victorious.

>>2294151
Hey a guy and a girl can enjoy each other without anything else being involved or implied..

>>2294155
I think MoG means 'do you seriously think Starfire prefers your company to that of her actual boyfriend?'

Though, to be fair, there are probably times when we are. Robin can be a workaholic, paranoid, and uncomfortable expressing his feelings. When he's like that, he's not much fun to be around. Not that Starfire doesn't WANT to be, but rather that behavior pushes her away and makes her sad.

>>2294124
Part of you is starting to seriously wish that you'd made a bet right about now. Your competitive side is inflamed with the smack-talk from the opposing team, and you become extremely determined to crush your friends at this game.

It's not that easy. Everyone involved shows themselves to be quite good at this, and one by one everyone manages to throw the bags into the hole, nobody missing a beat as round after round passes. At first, you think that it's only a matter of time before somebody messes up and costs their team the victory, but after nearly thirty minutes, nobody has made that all-important mistake, and you're starting to feel as if this competition could continue all night. You're prepared to fight on to the end, even if that means going until everyone passes out from exhaustion.

Fortunately, it doesn't come to that.

Of all people, it's Starfire that takes a devious approach, deciding to sabotage the other team by attacking their weakest link.

In this case, that link would be Robin.

When the boy wonder's next turn comes around, he picks up a beanbag like normal, and gets ready to throw, only stopping when Starfire calls for him.

"Robin?" she asks in a low, soft voice.

Robin looks over at her, his eyes widening as she seems to be doing everything in her power to look as cute as possible. She smiles, she bats her eyes, she saunters over to him and kisses him on the cheek, then whispers in his ear.

Without even looking, Robin absentmindedly throws the bag, which misses by a mile. Beast Boy and Cyborg look on in abject horror, while Troia grins triumphantly. Starfire whispers something in Robin's ear, then steps back and giggles while the opposing team's captain suddenly looks horrified, his head turning back toward his target to see the bean bag nowhere near it. Instead, the bag rests on the floor near the far door, lying there, a silent, unmoving signifier of Robin's defeat.

>>A. "Now I REALLY wish we'd made bets."

>>B. "Man, Starfire can be dangerous."

>>C. "So, this is when the gloating starts, right?"

>>D. "Well, that wasn't very fair."

>/>>E. Write-in

>>2294171
>>E. laugh. That was pretty funny.

>>2294171
>>>D. "Well, that wasn't very fair."
>>>E. laugh. That was pretty funny.

What did she say?

>>2294171
>B
>C

>>2294171
>>C. "So, this is when the gloating starts, right?"
I do wish we had made bets, but I couldn't think of anything to suggest.

>>2294171
>>>C. "So, this is when the gloating starts, right?"

>>2294181
>What did she say?

We bang okay?

>>2294189
That's lewd, anon

>>2294186
>>2294187
"So, this is when the gloating starts, right?" you question.

Troia smirks at the opposing team; a horrified Robin, and an angry Beast Boy and Cyborg that are yelling at him for being such an idiot.

"Absolutely," she tells you.

You honestly feel bad for Robin in the minutes that follow. He has to stand there and feel like an idiot as Beast Boy and Cyborg yell at him, and you and Troia engage in gloating (Starfire joins in later), which only makes Beast Boy and Cyborg more upset, prompting them to yell at him some more.

Eventually, things die down, everyone goes back to just having fun, and everyone sits down to watch a movie. Then, once that's over, and it's well past midnight, everybody decides to turn in, saying goodnight and resolving to clean up the mess in the morning.

You go to your room, climb into bed, and fall asleep.

When morning comes, you sit up, stretch, and notice that your communicator is beeping quietly. You grab it off your bedside table, open it up, and see that there's a text message that's been left for you.

"If there's trouble, stay away."

There's nothing saying who it came from.

>A. Go right to Robin and tell him about this

>B. Go make yourself some breakfast

>C. Go get started on cleaning up last night's mess

>D. Do your breathing exercises, maybe some meditation

>E. Go to the training room

>F. Find Beast Boy

>G. Find Cyborg

>H. Find Raven

>I. Find Starfire

>J. Find Troia

>>2294261
>>B. Go make yourself some breakfast

>>2294261
>>C. Go get started on cleaning up last night's mess

>>2294261
A

>>2294261
>A.

Come on guys. Lets not make mistakes a third time.

>>2294261
>C

>>2294261
>A. Go right to Robin and tell him about this
Not much of a clue, but I wanted to train with Robin anyway.

>>2294261
>A. Go right to Robin and tell him about this

>>2294277
Telling Robin about this right away seems like the smart thing to do. You get out of bed, get yourself cleaned up, then go out to look for him.

Your first stop is the living room, but he's not there. Instead, you find Cyborg and Beast Boy cleaning up some of the mess from last night, which mostly means they're scarfing down leftover food and grumbling about losing that little contest. You decide to leave them to it, and next check the training room, where you spot Troia stepping into that circle that fires projectiles at its occupant. That's not training you want to interrupt.

If he's not in either of those places, your best bet would probably be to check his room, and sure enough, that's exactly where you find him. His door is open, and he's sitting at his desk, looking rather frustrated. At first, you think that he's still upset about the game last night, but quickly realize that isn't the case. Something else is bothering him.

"Hey," he greets as you step into his room. "What's up?"

You take a seat across from him, and show him the message that you received on your communicator. He stares at it a moment, then silently asks to see the device. You hand it to him, he looks it over, his frown only deepening by the second, and then sets the communicator back down on the table in front of you.

"I don't know who sent you this message, but we aren't going to be able to listen to them," Robin tells you. "I got a message myself."

>A. "Who was it? What did they say?"

>B. "Let me guess, there's trouble?"

>C. Keep quiet and let him explain

>/>>D. Write-in

>>2294324
>>C. Keep quiet and let him explain

>>2294324
>C.
And after he explains.
>>D. Did anyone else get messages?

>>2294324
>B. "Let me guess, there's trouble?"

>>2294324
>>C. Keep quiet and let him explain

>>2294324
>>C. Keep quiet and let him explain

>>2294332
>>2294350
You remain quiet, letting Robin explain the situation on his own.

"Slade contacted me," he tells you, struggling to force the words out. It clearly pains him considerably to be talking about Slade as an ally. "He says that the HIVE FIVE are going after Professor Chang."

Before you can even ask, Robin explains it to you.

"The HIVE FIVE are a group of former students of the HIVE Academy Blood used to run," he tells you. "It was a school aimed at training young people to become Super Villains. They aren't affiliated with Blood anymore, but they still keep the name. Professor Chang is a scientist and arms dealer. His tech's extremely dangerous, especially in the hands of people like the HIVE FIVE."

He gets up from his desk, and you grab your communicator. "Slade gave me Chang's coordinates. We need to hurry, supposedly, the HIVE FIVE are on their way."

>A. Go get suited up and ready to roll

>B. Stay behind with Beast Boy

>>C. "Do you believe Slade?"

>>D. "Maybe I should stay here. That message told me to keep away, maybe me being there will make things worse."

>>E. "Beast Boy's still not fully recovered. He's not coming, is he?"

>/>>F. Write-in

>>2294379
>>E.
>A.

If Robin wants us to stay behind, he'll tell us so. I trust his judgement.

>>2294379
>E
>A

>>2294379
>A. Go get suited up and ready to roll
>>F. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but no one will be able to get in the tower while we're gone, right?

>>2294399
That's a good question. The person who contacted us might have wanted to isolate us from the rest of the team and grab us. Instead BB is here and (depending on Robin's decision), we might not be.

I'd like to add this >F. to mine.

>>2294386
>>2294398
>>2294399
"Beast Boy's still not fully recovered," you point out. "He's not coming, is he?"

Robin shakes his head. "No, I'm not bringing him into a fight like this with an injury like that. Raven was able to reduce it to a fracture, but he's still not in the right condition for this. He'll stay behind this time."

Beast Boy won't be happy with that, but you're kind of glad he's staying behind. An injured teammate is something pretty major to have to worry about in the thick of combat, and you don't want his current condition to cause him greater damage. He'll be safe here in the tower, all by himself. Wait, now you're not so sure.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid," you say to Robin as the two of you head for the door. "But, no one will be able to get in the tower while we're gone, right?"

Robin smiles grimly. "This might be a trick, so the security systems will be online the second we're out. And, even with his bad arm, Beast Boy's not helpless. Everything will be fine here. Now get ready to go, unless you plan on going out without a mask."

You rush to your room while Robin moves to assemble the others. It takes less than two minutes for you to get suited up, and you rush down to the garage in time to catch the others. Cyborg and Raven are already sitting in the T-Car, Robin and Starfire are climbing onto the R-Cycle, and Troia explains that she just plans to fly.

You climb into the back of the T-Car, and speed out of the garage, off toward the coordinates Slade sent. Raven looks quietly out the window, and Cyborg has his eyes on the road. Neither's doing any talking, but you're sure you can ask a question.

>A. "What can you guys tell me about the HIVE FIVE?"

>B. "Do you guys believe Slade about this?"

>C. "What can you tell me about Professor Chang?"

>D. Don't ask any questions

>E. Write-in question

>>2294420
>A. "What can you guys tell me about the HIVE FIVE?"

>>2294420
>A.

lets not do >B. We don't know if Robin has shared the fact that Slade is 'helping' us, and it'd be awfully shitty to out him in the middle of this.

>>2294420
>A. "What can you guys tell me about the HIVE FIVE?"
I'm hoping they aren't as tough as the Looney Tunes.

>>2294442
Mon-Stars

>>2294442
Calling it now: Cyborg thwarts Blood's grand plan by using Control Freak's remotes to summon the MonStars.

>>2294430
"What can you guys tell me about the HIVE FIVE?" you decide to ask.

"They're five of Brother Blood's former students...or six, they've never really been consistent," Raven explains without looking away from the window.

"Right now, it's six," Cyborg clarifies."Still go by HIVE FIVE, though. They're all former students of Brother Blood that formed a team to strike out on their own and commit crimes. Their leader's name is Sergeant HIVE, used to go by Private HIVE. He used to take orders from Jinx back when she was part of the HIVE, and then later a dude from the Brotherhood of Evil named General Imortus. Now he's decided he won't take orders from anybody, and took over the HIVE FIVE."

"As far as we can tell, he doesn't have any powers," Raven continues for Cyborg. "But he might be the most dangerous one of them. There's also Kyd Wykkyd, a mute weirdo who can teleport and phase through solid matter with his cape. He's fond of sneak attacks, so watch your back."

"There's Mammoth and Gizmo," Cyborg goes on. "Mammoth's real big and tough, but he's also as stupid as they come. Gizmo looks like just some little kid, but he's got some very dangerous toys."

"He's a tech genius," Raven explains. "But he still behaves like a child-"

She seems to catch herself for some reason. "An immature child."

"There's Billy Numerous," Cyborg tells you. "He can make copies of himself that can move and act freely. If he wasn't so stupid, he'd be really dangerous."

"Kind of a theme with that team," Raven mutters.

"And last, there's See-More," Cyborg says. "Dude's got one, crazy eye with a lot of different tricks. Laser blasts, flight, force-fields, that thing can do a lot. And he's smarter than most of the others on his team, which makes him dangerous."

"We've beaten them before," Raven assures you. "And with six of us instead of five, we'll be fine if we don't do anything too careless."

>A. "And what about Professor Chang?"

>B. "So, what makes Sergeant HIVE so dangerous?

>C. Keep quiet the rest of the way

>/>>D. Write-in

>>2294473
>A. "And what about Professor Chang?"

>>2294473
>A. "And what about Professor Chang?"

>>2294473
>A.

>>2294479
"And what about Professor Chang?" you ask.

"On his own, he's not dangerous," Raven tells you. "He's a coward, and not good in a fight."

"His inventions are incredibly dangerous, though," Cyborg explains. "And he sometimes hires some help that can use that tech against us."

"We're coming up on the coordinates," Raven announces.

The car falls silent, and speeds toward its final destination.

>To be continued

Thank you all for playing tonight. I know it got off to a late start, and I apologize for that.

I will probably be running again on Saturday or Sunday, though there is a small chance that I can run Friday.

You all know the drill as far as feedback, so anything is welcome.

Thanks again for playing, and I hope you had fun

>>2294510
Thanks for running!

My only regret is that to do the Superbowl special we ended up glossing over Donna's initiation.

Saturday is my birthday so... grant me a birthday wish

>>2294529
Well, if everyone's game for it, I could dedicate at least part of a session to that next time I run.

>>2294534
Would probably make more sense to do it after the current conflict comes to a close. It would require a retcon, so I'd be okay with moving on instead.

>>2294537
Okay then, what IS your birthday wish, anon?

Ask, and I shall consider it.

>>2294540
I don't actually know. I was goofing.

Tell you what, if you're actually willing to indulge me (and I won't begrudge you for not doing so), give me a menu of options to choose from, and I will vote on it.

>>2294547
Can't really think of anything to offer, but if you think of something, feel free to ask, and I give you my word that I will consider it

>>2294551
Aw, I appreciate it MoG. I will think on it and come back to you with a serious-minded answer.

>>2294551
Okay MoG, I thought about it. My request is:

Kid Crimson becomes an empath, unlocking the ability to sense other people's emotions. As written so far, you've presented Peter as being fairly aware of people's emotional states, this would just make it explicit. I suspect this might have been your plan anyway. I think it'd not only be a fun resource, but also a good roleplay opportunity, adjusting to the new input and navigating the ethics of it. And while I'm not 100% in the Raven camp for the Peter-bowl, it'd be a good opportunity to connect with her, given that she has the same power, and it would make it substantially easier to understand her sometimes inscrutable social cues. Also we would automatically know when Silkie wants to be pet (always)

Thanks for the consideration. No worries if it doesn't fit with what you want to do, in which case my birthday wish is that you pet the dogs next time you see them.

>>2295280
I have been thinking something along those lines. Nothing is decided yet, but it is something I have been and will continue to consider.

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>>2295299

My guess about the source of Peters powers is that Blood shoved pieces of Lantern Corp rings into his brain, thus giving him partial powers based on them.

And also that Blood is Peters daddy.

>>2295305
I think its possible that Peter's powers tap into the emotional electromagnetic spectrum, though uniquely Peter can call on powers from Joy and Sorrow in addition to Fury and Fear (but not from Pain or The End). That suggests to me that either MoG is expanding the EEM spectrum, Peter taps into it but it's not directly the source of his powers, or it's a coincidence.

I very much doubt that Blood is our literal biological father. We are his creation, he's in our head, and nonrighteous fury might make us more like him, but the raw material he worked with (Samuel) is probably unrelated. We were selected for our performance. Blood suggests he can make more of us, it's just time consuming (and if that means fathering kids, that might be tough with a robot dick).

The blonde woman is probably our mother or caretaker though.

>>2295304
I will when I can

So, I can run for a bit tonight if you guys are okay with the late start

>>2296490
I'm game.

>>2296496
Okay, one anon on-board. Do I hear two? Perhaps three?

>>2296499
two anons

>>2296502
Two anons, going once, going twice, do I hear a third?

>>2296508
yes

>>2296521
Three! Alright, it's happening!

>>2296535
habbening.

>>2296499
Fourth.

The T-Car pulls up to an old warehouse on the far side of town. Honestly, you have no trouble believing that a villain would hide out here. It seems like something you'd see in a comic or Saturday morning cartoon; a large, square building with a vacant lot surrounding it, with a chain-link fence forming the perimeter. There's no sign of anybody on the premises, or even that anybody's been there in months. You certainly don't see any signs of a battle taking place. Still, you know that it pays to be ready for surprises, so you make sure to stay alert as you and the others reach the fence.

Robin produces some binoculars, looking up at one of the busted windows in the warehouse and trying to see if he can spot anything through it. Troia lifts into the air to see if she can spot anything from higher up. After a few seconds, she looks down and shakes her head; nothing.

"Yo, Robin, are you sure something was supposed to go down here?" Cyborg questions, clearly having doubts that there's anything here worth investigating.

"I'm not sure of anything," Robin answers, hopping the fence and starting toward the building. "But we're going to search until we're certain there's nothing going on."

Raven gives you and Cyborg a lift over the fence, while Starfire and Troia fly to Robin, landing beside him and walking toward the warehouse. Up close, it looks to be in pretty bad shape. Graffiti covers the walls, all of the windows look to have been smashed, and even the doors look to have been busted. Why anybody would find this place to be a secure hideout, you have no idea.

Well, you suppose it could be that whoever's using it doesn't think anybody would bother looking here, but that seems sort of a flimsy method for choosing a lair.

One by one, the Titans step inside, fanning out and looking through all of the rubble, trash, and rooms of the building. It doesn't take long for everyone to cover the entire interior, and you all meet back up near the entrance.

"Find anything?" Robin asks.

You shake your head in negative.

"My own search has turned up nothing," Starfire adds.

"Same," Raven chimes in.

"Sorry, not a thing," Troia admits in disappointment.

"Same here," Cyborg says.

>A. "Maybe we got some bad intel?"

>B. "You're sure these were the right coordinates?"

>C. "Could the hide-out be under the warehouse or something?"

>>D. "Maybe we should call the tower and make sure Beast Boy is alright."

>E. Stay silent

>/>>F. Write-in

>>2296616
>>C. "Could the hide-out be under the warehouse or something?"
>>>D. "Maybe we should call the tower and make sure Beast Boy is alright."

>>2296616
>C. Publicly
>D. To only Robin.

>>2296616
>A. "Maybe we got some bad intel?"
>>D. "Maybe we should call the tower and make sure Beast Boy is alright."

>>2296616
>C. "Could the hide-out be under the warehouse or something?"
>>D. "Maybe we should call the tower and make sure Beast Boy is alright."

>>2296629
"Could the hide-out be under the warehouse or something?" you suggest, looking for some possible way that this trip might not be a waste of time.

Robin looks to Cyborg, who lifts an arm and looks at some sort of tiny screen that appears on it. You can't get a good look from where you are, but you can vaguely make out some shapes. Whatever he's trying to find, though, you aren't sure he's succeeded in locating it. If anything, he looks a little concerned.

"I can't find anything under the warehouse," Cyborg announces. "Something's blocking my scanners."

"Which means there's probably someone or something that doesn't want us peeking down there," Robin offers.

Troia shakes her head in amusement. "Their efforts to remain hidden have left them visible to us. What fortunate irony."

"It's not all good news," Cyborg points out. "We don't know who or what's down there, how many there are, or their exact location in relation to us."

"Anything you can find that might tell us where to start?" Robin asks.

Cyborg resumes looking at the screen on his arm, and everybody remains silent while he does his work. You're just happy that your idea turned out to have some merit. It's still not certain what's going on down there, but at least it's beginning to look like you haven't been sent on a wild goose chase.

"We should be able to reach the general area of the interference through the sewers," Cyborg announces after a few seconds.

"Ugh.." Raven groans.

Starfire makes a disgusted face.

"Well then, let's get moving," Robin instructs, starting for the door. "We don't have much time."

Everyone rushes for the door, but you tap Robin in the shoulder, asking him to hang back for just a moment.

"Maybe we should call the tower and make sure Beast Boy is alright," you suggest.

"If you want, go ahead," Robin says as he looks at you over his shoulder. "But if something was happening, Beast Boy would have contacted us. Besides, it's starting to look like Slade might have told us the truth."

He then rushes off after the others.

>A. Go right with them

>B. Hang back and call Beast Boy

>/>>C. Write-in

>>2296756
>>B. Hang back and call Beast Boy

>>2296756
>B. Hang back and call Beast Boy

>>2296756
>>B. Hang back and call Beast Boy

>>2296756
>B.

>>2296756
>A. Go right with them
I'm less worried about BB now that it seems something is actually here.

>>2296764
>>2296769
Despite Robin's lack of worry, you want to make sure that Beast Boy is alright. You hang back and pull out your communicator, quickly establishing contact with Beast Boy's. There's a dial tone for a few seconds, then you're greeted with your friend's face.

"Yo, dude!" he greets. "What's up?"

>>A. "Anything suspicious going on at the tower?"

>>B. "Just wanted to check in and make sure you're okay."

>>C. "We think we found Chang's hideout somewhere in the sewers. We're going to be heading down, and I don't know what that's going to do to our communicator's signals"

>/>>D. Write-in

>>2296845
>C.

>>2296845
>>A. "Anything suspicious going on at the tower?"
>>C. "We think we found Chang's hideout somewhere in the sewers. We're going to be heading down, and I don't know what that's going to do to our communicator's signals"

>>2296845
>C.

>>2296845
>>>C. "We think we found Chang's hideout somewhere in the sewers. We're going to be heading down, and I don't know what that's going to do to our communicator's signals"

>>2296856
This.

>>2296851
"We think we found Chang's hideout somewhere in the sewers," you inform your friend, hiding your relief that he seems to be completely fine. "We're going to be heading down, and I don't know what that's going to do to the signals from the communicators."

"Don't worry," he advises, leaning back on the living room sofa. "The communicators work pretty much everywhere. Unless they have some stuff set up just for blocking our signals, we should be able to keep in touch no problem."

Well, that's good to know. But, between Chang and the HIVE FIVE, you don't think it's that unlikely that someone would block the signals from your communicators. It's something to consider, at least. When you're down in the sewers, it might be best to make sure everybody stays close together.

"Umm...dude?" Beast Boy suddenly asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

He has a very worried look on his face, and you're about to ask him what's wrong, when your instinct tells you to turn around. You see nothing, but you get the feeling that Beast Boy saw something.

"Do you see anybody?" you can hear Beast Boy ask.

"No," you answer, continuing to scan your surroundings.

"I thought I saw someone moving around in there," Beast Boy explains to you, seeming to relax a little bit.

>A. Keep looking

>B. Run to catch up with the others

>>C. "Gotta go, I'll talk to you later."

>>D. "What did they look like?"

>>E. "Whoever's there, come out!"

>/>>F. Write-in

>>2296953
>>D.
>>C.
>B.

RED X CONFIRMED

>>2296953
>>>E. "Whoever's there, come out!"
Definitely ready a barrier.

>>2296953
>A. Keep looking
>>E. "Whoever's there, come out!"
We were warned that at least one of the HIVE Five likes sneak attacks. We were worried about BB being alone, but now we're alone too...

>>2296984
You are, aren't you?

>>2297001
Ah well, getting attacked now is all part of Peter's plan to have an excuse to not wade through sewage.

>>2297015
Clever boy

>>2296978
>>2296984
"Whoever's there, come out!" you demand as you continue to look around the room.

There's no sign of movement, nothing that appears to be particularly out of the ordinary for an abandoned warehouse. You hear nothing, you see nothing, you don't even smell anything you didn't smell before. It's beginning to look like Beast Boy might have been mistaken. It would be kind of weird if Beast Boy looking through a tiny screen could detect something that you couldn't. You're about to give him the "all clear", when someone speaks from behind you.

"Hello, Peter."

You know that voice.

Turning around, you find yourself staring at someone about your height, decked out in yellow armor that you remember seeing up close not too long ago.

Yes, you know that suit, and you know the person inside of it.

Simon, or, you suppose he goes by Linus these days.

This time, he doesn't take off his mask. This time, he keeps his distance, though something in his posture still makes you think that he doesn't really intend to harm you.

>A. "What are you doing here, Simon?"

>B. "You need to leave, now. I don't want to hurt you."

>>C. Sock him with a Psychic Punch

>>D. Put up a barrier between the two of you

>E. Don't say or do anything

>/>>F. Write-in

>>2297055
>>>C. Sock him with a Psychic Punch

>>2297055
>A. "What are you doing here, Simon?"
If I remember right, we told Troia we hope we can win our old friends over and he doesn't appear to be tensing for an attack.

>>2297055
>B.
>F. Catch up with the others.

>>2297129
>>2297100
>>2297063
It looks like we have a three-way tie. I'll roll a die in a few minutes

>>2297141
I'll change my vote here >>2297100 to supporting >>2297129 if that's OK.

>>2297152
Sure, that works

>>2297129
>>2297152
"You need to leave, now," you tell your former friend, your tone stern and commanding. "I don't want to hurt you."

"And I don't want to hurt you," he replies from behind his mask.

It seems the two of you are in agreement; you don't wish to hurt one-another. You don't know why he's bothering to show himself if he doesn't want a fight, but you figure that he might just intend to give you another warning or ask you to leave before you get hurt, or yadda yadda. You appreciate that he wants to avoid having to harm you, but you aren't about to run and hide with your tail tucked between your legs just because Blood sent some old friend after you. He's shown up, you've told him to stay out of your way, now that this little matter is cleared up, you're going to go catch up with your friends.

You rush past Simon, heading out the way you came in, only to be stopped as you reach the doorway, slamming head-first into some sort of invisible force.

No, not invisible, you can see it now, and recognize it easily. A barrier, someone's put up a barrier, and it sure as heck wasn't you. You turn to find Simon looking toward you, or, perhaps more specifically the doorway.

So, Blood's given some of the others new powers too, has he?

"Like I said, Peter, I don't want to hurt you," Simon says, taking a step back. "But Brother Blood wants you brought in. I won't fight you, but the others will."

Three more individuals in golden yellow suits step out of the shadows. One is taller than you, broad-shouldered, and looks like he hits hard. Another is a somewhat-skinny guy whose posture makes it look like he's ready to break into a sprint or vertical leap at the drop of a hat. And, finally, there's someone a bit shorter than you, whose figure leads you to believe they're female.

If you had to guess who these people are, you'd say they're Ryan, Paul, and Marissa, the other three agents whose names you saw in your memories.

The big one starts forward, but the girl places a hand on his arm, looking up at him.

"I told you, he's mine," she says in a voice that seems maddeningly familiar. You feel like you should know this girl more than you should know any of the others, aside maybe from Simon.

The big guy grumbles, but backs off, and the girl steps forward, strolling toward you without any sort of fear.

"Sam, Linus tells me you don't remember much about the old days," she says to you, stopping just out of your reach. "But, you remember me, don't you?"

>>A. "You seem really familiar, but I can't remember much."

>>B. "No, and I don't care who you are. You need to back off or you're going to get hurt."

>>C. "Well, it seems like I should, considering you want to clobber me yourself."

>>D. Don't answer

>E. Psychic Punch

>F. Fight her hand-to-hand

>G. Create a barrier between the two of you

>H. Teleport behind her and strike at her back

>/>>I. Write-in

>>2297220
>>>D. Don't answer

>>2297220
>>A. "You seem really familiar, but I can't remember much."
>>I. "Are you Marissa?"
Well, I don't like our chances against all of them. Let's see if we can keep them talking...

>>2297220
>I. Pull out your communicator. "Hey guys. I think this is a different HIVE Five. Linus and the others are here." Then teleport out of there, preferably to rejoin the Titans.

Teleport out of there, back to the Titans if possible.

>>2297227
>>2297257
>>2297263
I'll roll a dice in a few minutes

>>2297227
This won the dice roll

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>>2297290

>>2297227
The question hangs in the air, with only silence following its spoken words. You look at the girl in front of you, knowing deep down that you absolutely know her, though you can't remember who exactly she was to you. You can guess that this is Marissa, and that name sends a storm of memories screaming to the edges of your conscious mind, just out of your reach to seize and gaze upon. But, despite all of this, you do not answer the girl's question.

The deafening silence holds over the room for just a few moments longer, not even Beast Boy speaking over the communicator. Then, the big guy starts to talk.

"Ma-" he begins, but that's all he has a chance to get out before you gasp from the wind being knocked out of you as the girl in front of you brings her fist to your stomach.

The communicator drops from your hand, and you drop to one knee, eyes watering from the blow, and stomach crying to you in pain. You fight through, and stand back up, finding that the girl's hands are at her sides once again, though this time they're clenched into fists.

She looks to be trembling.

"So...he was right..." she says softly in a shaky voice. "Sam really is gone....."

The big guy's shoulders seem to slump ever-so-slightly, and the skinny guy, who looked fidgety and raring to fight, leans against some overturned cart, seeming a lot less excited.

"Marissa-" Simon begins.

"Shut up," she snaps at him, the grief in her voice for some reason hurting more than her punch did. "Just shut up. I don't need to hear it. I knew you were probably right, but I needed to be sure."

She looks you dead in the eye. "So, you're not Sam, but if you're a Titan, you must not completely suck at fighting. Let's see what you can do, Peter."

>>A. "Why are you so angry with me?"

>>B. "One-on-one? The others will stay out of this?"

>C. Go for your communicator and try to call for help

>D. Fight her in your close-range style

>E. Teleport back to gain some distance, and start throwing Psychic Punches

>F. You don't want to fight her, just make some barriers between the two of you

>G. Try to flee. See if you can teleport past the barrier and reach the others

>/>>H. Write-in

>>2297332
>G.
>H. But grab your communicator first.

>>2297332
>>H. Pretend to go for your communicator
Then if/when they try to stop that
>G. Try to flee. See if you can teleport past the barrier and reach the others
Not liking the chances of fighting. Of course, not liking our chances of running either.

>>2297369
Holy shit, now that I look at the time-stamps it took me an embarrassingly long time to write what amounts to about two sentences. Good thing I'm not a QM.

>>2297372
My timing isn't always any better

>>2297344
>>2297369
Even if Marissa intends to fight you alone, you aren't positive you can take her. And, even if you do manage to beat her, there are three others ready to pick up where she leaves off. Simon might refuse to fight you, but the other two you're a lot less sure about. These are chances you just do not like. Your best bet right now would be retreat. If you can regroup with the others, you're confident that these four will be a lot more manageable.

You look down at your communicator, wondering if you can grab it and call for help while you run. But Marissa quickly renders that a non-option, crushing it underfoot as soon as she sees where you're looking.

"No calling for help," she tells you. "This fight's going to be between you and me."

You close your eyes and teleport, passing Simon's barrier and beginning to run in the direction you think your friends were going. You haven't made it far when a small, round object hits the ground between your feet, and electricity courses from it into your body. You writhe and convulse, while the four HIVE members move to surround you.

"Running, Sam?" the skinny guy asks mockingly. "I guess that really has become your style. You really afraid of fightin-"

"That's enough, Paul," Simon tells him. "Let Marissa handle this, and just make sure Peter doesn't run off."

"Yeah, yeah," Paul grumbles, stepping back. "Don't take too long, okay princess?"

He suddenly yelps as a knife sails right past his face, only missing by centimeters from what you can tell. You look back at Marissa to see her half-turned to him, arm outstretched.

"Zip it, or I won't miss next time," she growls.

Paul shuts up.

She turns back to you, putting up her dukes. "Now, where were we?"

>To be continued

And that, good people, is where we will call it for tonight

Thank you all for playing, especially on such short notice. I hope you had a good time.

Feedback is always encouraged, as are questions and comments of just about any kind.

My question for you tonight would probably be if I'm focusing too much on Blood and HIVE stuff.

I should be running next on Saturday or Sunday night. I hope to see you there.

>>2297406
Thanks for running!

As for Blood/HIVE I like it, but I'd like to see it less frequently. Its the big main plot (at least for now), and I'd like to enjoy the larger sandbox more. Also, I feel that the Blood/HIVE plot is very much wrapped up in who Samuel was, and I'd like to spend more time with Peter discovering himself (and to an extent, Samuel) as he just sort of does his thing with the Titans. By all means, let the current situation play out at the speed it needs to do it justice.

>>2297415
Thanks for playing!

And fair enough, I will keep all of that in mind.

>>2297406
Aw damn, they have gadgets and weapons too. I think we might be in a bit of a pickle here, boys.

>Thank you all for playing, especially on such short notice. I hope you had a good time.
Thanks for running tonight, I was worried I was gonna miss the HIVE Five fight since I knew I'm not going to be around Saturday night, but I guess we all missed it anyway.

>My question for you tonight would probably be if I'm focusing too much on Blood and HIVE stuff.
If the quest will be over when the Blood/HIVE stuff is resolved, then yes, please lower Blood/HIVE encounter rate. Otherwise, I'm cool with whatever. Peter still feels like enough of a fledgling hero that I personally wouldn't mind seeing some instances of Kid Crimson alone or with just 1 or 2 of the other Titans dealing with some mundane, non-supervillain criminals. Also wouldn't mind a session with super-hero stuff that's not punching things like rescuing people from natural disasters or something.

While I'm giving feedback, I also want to mention that out of the quests I'm following right now, this is the one with the most enjoyable non-action/slice-of-life parts. That's probably partially because you run pretty often and also because Peter has things to do other than deciding how to get ready for the next fight.

>>2297486
Glad you enjoy the downtime. And now that you mention it, doing things like saving people from natural disasters didn't occur to me, though it really should have.

>>2297999
I also like the idea the other anon had of teaming up with one or two other Titans for less major things. Patrol, maybe, or non-powered villains.

>>2298014
Yeah, I could work with that

>>2298015
Good excuse to get one on one time with some Titans (Raven tends to do poorly in large groups), and to bond with the ones we're less close to (Cyborg, and to a lesser extent Robin).

I forget if I mentioned it before, but I'd also love to one day have rematches with Fang and Katarou, to show off our growth.

>>2298029
Could happen, though Katarou won't be packing god-tier powers if you face him again, in all likelihood

>>2298039
I figure any rematch involving him would be him running for the hills from the guy who nearly killed him when he had the powers of a god. Which, while not much of a fight, is still a rematch, and a fairly gratifying one too.

>>2298057
KC: "Heyyy, remember me?"
Katarou: "...I'd like to go to jail now, please."

We'll be resuming in a bit

>>2299126
Cool

>>2297406
Even if Marissa intends to fight you alone, you aren't positive you can take her. And, even if you do manage to beat her, there are three others ready to pick up where she leaves off. Simon might refuse to fight you, but the other two you're a lot less sure about. These are chances you just do not like. Your best bet right now would be retreat. If you can regroup with the others, you're confident that these four will be a lot more manageable.

You look down at your communicator, wondering if you can grab it and call for help while you run. But Marissa quickly renders that a non-option, crushing it underfoot as soon as she sees where you're looking.

"No calling for help," she tells you. "This fight's going to be between you and me."

You close your eyes and teleport, passing Simon's barrier and beginning to run in the direction you think your friends were going. You haven't made it far when a small, round object hits the ground between your feet, and electricity courses from it into your body. You writhe and convulse, while the four HIVE members move to surround you.

"Running, Sam?" the skinny guy asks mockingly. "I guess that really has become your style. You really afraid of fightin-"

"That's enough, Paul," Simon tells him. "Let Marissa handle this, and just make sure Peter doesn't run off."

"Yeah, yeah," Paul grumbles, stepping back. "Don't take too long, okay princess?"

He suddenly yelps as a knife sails right past his face, only missing by centimeters from what you can tell. You look back at Marissa to see her half-turned to him, arm outstretched.

"Zip it, or I won't miss next time," she growls.

Paul shuts up.

She turns back to you, putting up her dukes. "Now, where were we?"

>>A. "Can't we talk about this?"

>>B. "You wanted to fight me."

>>C. "I was about to clobber you."

>D. Don't do anything

>E. Sucker-punch her with a Psychic Attack

>F. Fight hand-to-hand with some psychic abilities mixed in

>G. Teleport and attack her from behind

>H. Try to fend her off with barriers

>/>>I. Write-in

>>2299459
>>>A. "Can't we talk about this?"

>>2299459
>>G. Teleport and attack her from behind

>>2299459
>>A.
>H.

>>2299459
>>I. "you where crying about how you lost some one you cared about."
>G. Teleport and attack her from behind

>>2299459
Forgot to put trip back on, whoops

>>2299471
>>2299467
>>2299472
"Can't we talk about this?" you ask the angry girl standing in front of you.

The answer is almost certain to be "no", and requesting it might only make her angrier, but you don't want this fight, at least not when you're alone. Maybe you can buy some time, and the others will come back for you. Maybe you can learn something useful that will help you out. You aren't sure how a fight between you and Marissa would go, but you know that with all four of them (three if you're lucky and Simon decides not to attack) to contend with, you have little to no chance.

When Marissa doesn't immediately attack you, you wonder if maybe, just maybe, you've actually convinced her to just talk to you instead of fighting. Her arms fall to her sides, and she looks down at the ground off to your side. Then, her hands clench back into fists.

"There's nothing for us to talk about...Peter," she tells you, spitting your new name like it's the most disgusting thing she's ever heard.

There goes that plan. You'll have to fight, then. As she goes to throw her punch, you teleport behind her, only barely managing to accomplish this before her hit can land. With an opening available, you strike, kicking her behind the back of her right knee, causing her leg to buckle. You go to throw a kick at her back, but before you can, she throws back her upper body, letting your foot go sailing right over her head as she pulls out a knife and slashes a low cut through the back of your outstretched leg.

You cry out in pain, instinctively putting up a barrier and teleporting back from her. Your leg stings as you put pressure on it, but you can still stand on it for now.

"You really do remember nothing about me," the girl remarks as she stands back up, turning toward you and holding up the slightly-bloodied knife she just used on your leg. "Or else, that wouldn't have been so easy."

>>A. "You're getting arrogant a little early."

>>B. "Who are you? I know your name, but that's all I remember."

>>C. "Alright, I guess I can't hold back against you."

>D. Stay where you are and try to defend with bariers

>E. Start throwing Psychic attacks

>F. Fly into the air and attack from above

>G. Get in close and combine your normal fighting with your psychic abilities

>/>>H. Write-in

>>2299611
>>>B. "Who are you? I know your name, but that's all I remember."

>>2299611
>>B. "Who are you? I know your name, but that's all I remember."
>>H. "Were we..... together?"

>>2299611
>>>B. "Who are you? I know your name, but that's all I remember."

>>E. Start throwing Psychic attacks


I'm already tired of this bitch

>>2299611
>>B.
>G.

Gonna need to integrate those barriers into our routine to deal with that knife.

>>2299467
>>2299472
Seriously?

The time to talk was around the time Pete just stared at them.

>>2299611
>>B. "Who are you? I know your name, but that's all I remember."
>G. Get in close and combine your normal fighting with your psychic abilities
Seems like using his previous HIVE training might help, if coupled with powers. It should mostly come to him.

>>2299644
>>2299646
Tied between E and G

Unless y'all want to go with just B

>>2299689
Nevermind, G won

>>2299689
"Who are you?" the question spills from your lips as she begins to approach. "I remember your name, but that's all."

Part of you is still trying to stall for time, part of you genuinely wants to know. Who is this girl? Obviously you knew each other very well, but how? Were you close friends with her like you were Simon? Was she your girlfriend? What's the deal here?

"You remember my name," she repeats, slowing down just a bit.

Her voice is softer when she says that, almost, well, you can't really tell. Relieved? Hopeful? Probably both. In either case, it doesn't last, because she gets right back into her aggressive tone.

"I'm nobody to Peter," she tells you venomously. "But I was Sam's-"

"I hate to interrupt this emotional reunion," the big guy cuts in. "But you might want to hurry this up. The other Titans could be back any second, and he knows it. He's stalling."

Marissa looks over at him, then back at you, and hurls her knife at you. You bring up a barrier and block it, letting it clatter to the ground as you begin to move in toward her, deciding to go for an up-close approach to this fight. She doesn't pull out any more knives as she approaches, though you doubt she'll refrain from trying to give you another taste of the blade for too long.

This time, you strike first, throwing a punch at her nose. She catches it and pulls down your arm before throwing a punch at your face. You catch her fist, then slug her with a Psychic Punch, throwing her back and nearly off of her feet. She regains her balance after overcoming her initial shock, and rushes in at you, this time spinning around your body at the last moment. You bring up a barrier, then turn to see that she's already attempted to stab you again. She throws out a kick, catching you in the chest and pushing you back, making you lose focus on your barrier in the process. She then tosses the knife, and, without thinking, you move your head to the left, allowing the knife to fly past without doing you harm.

Marissa is rushing at you before the knife even reaches you, and as she suddenly drops to the ground, you're already jumping for some reason, managing a flip and bringing your feet down into her face. Her head slams back into the pavement, and while she's dazed, you find yourself reaching for her right ankle, only for her to pull her leg in, roll over, and get into a crouch with her back turned to you. She springs up, throwing her elbow back at your throat, but once again, you somehow anticipate this, and are able to stop her, grabbing her elbow before she can hit you.

Marissa growls in frustration, kicking your inner thigh and making your knees buckle. Her knee comes up into your jaw, and her foot comes crashing into your face as your head is thrown back.

You're knocked flat on your back, but as Marissa gets ready to follow up and hit you some more, you throw a Psychic Punch that catches her in the gut, stunning her long enough for you to get back up.

>Continued

>>2299755
>Continued

She's on you right away, but something just clicks in your mind, and you're able to anticipate most of her attacks, blocking, dodging, parrying, and putting up barriers where needed to fend off her assault, and striking back with both normal and psychic attacks. She seems just as ready for your physical attacks as you do for hers, but your psychic strikes are throwing her off. She doesn't know when or where they'll come next, and she has no real way of fending them off even if she does.

But, she adapts, answering your unpredictability with her own. She switches up her attacks, and you suddenly find that ability to anticipate her attacks go up in smoke. Soon, you're taking just as many hits as she is, and you don't have the same kind of armor that she does.

"So, you've still got some Sam left in you," she tells you as the two of you continue to trade blows. "Let's see if I can bring him out!"

Another knife appears in her hand, and you don't react quite fast enough, leaving you with a cut just below your left shoulder. The butt-end of the knife then slams into your jaw, and you're sent staggering back, dazed. You expect Marissa to go for your throat or something, but she doesn't. Instead, you recover to find her standing right where she was, looking at you.

"Paul," she calls to the skinny guy. "Give him a blaster."

"You're joking, right?" the skinny guy asks her.

"Do I sound like I'm joking?" Marissa growls.

"Marissa..." the big guy starts, stepping toward the two of you.

"Back off, Ryan!" Marissa demands.

"Sorry, but no," he tells her as he gets closer. "You've wasted more than enough time. Blood wants him brought in, and I'm not letting you jeopardize our success because you think you can bring Sam back. Linus might not have the spine to tell you to cut the crap, but I do. Paul!"

"About time," the skinny guy remarks, pulling out two more of those little orbs.

>A. Surround yourself in the strongest barrier you can

>B. Get into the air and attack them all from above

>C. Teleport as far away as you can

>/>>D. Write-in

>>2299789
>>B. Get into the air and attack them all from above

>>2299789
>D. Stop fighting. "I get it. You lost someone important to you. I'm sorry, but I'm not the one responsible for taking him. Sam knew too much, and he ran, and Blood made Peter out of whatever he could salvage. When I woke up, I saw what Blood was and I made my own choices. Blood took Sam, but I'm not letting him take me! Whatever is left of Sam doesn't want him to take you too."
>C.

>>2299789
>>B. Get into the air and attack them all from above

>>2299789
>>/>>D. Write-in
>Try to punch out the skinny guy as fast as possible

>>2299789
>>B. Get into the air and attack them all from above

>>2299789
>B. Get into the air and attack them all from above

>>2299797
I would like this but it sounds... too long.

I don't think they're in the mood to wait for it.

>>2299789
>B. Get into the air and attack them all from above
Buy time until the titans come back.

>>2299818
I disagree. Melissa hesitated when she said we remembered her name, and while the other two are anxious to rumble, she still seems in charge. I think the first few words will get them to wait for the rest.

>>2299818
At least, unless one of them really hates us and just charges in. We can teleport mid speech from there. Melissa will probably pissed off for the perpetrator.

>>2299797
Supporting this.

>>2299840
What a coincidence, because I disagree also. The big guy isn't taking orders from her anymore and the little guy is ready to rumble. We're outnumbered here, not the time for a heart to heart.

>>2299873
By also, I mean with you. I disagree with you, because you're gonna get us captured.

>>2299794
>>2299818
Talking time is over, and now it's three on one. You cannot win this fight hand-to-hand, that's for sure. If you want any chance, you need to use your new powers to your advantage.

The first thing you do is lift off the ground, climbing into the air until you're reasonably out of their reach, and striking against them with psychic attacks. Your first target is Paul, who's already pulling back an arm to throw one of those orbs at you. You stop him from making the toss with a Psychic Punch to his face that knocks him flat on his rear.

Looking toward Ryan, you see that he's pulled out a blaster, and has already taken aim. You bring up your barrier just in time to block his flurry of shots, answering with a Psychic Punch that makes him stagger just a bit, but fails to do very much else. He lowers his blaster for a moment, touches the side of it, then takes aim again. You keep your barrier up, but this next shot somehow has a lot more power, and shatters it, hitting you in the chest and sending you falling from the sky.

Before you can hit the ground, someone catches you in their arms, and you look over to see Troia's face. She's got an intense look on her face, one that gives you the feeling she's in full battle mode right now.

She sets you down on the ground, quickly stepping in front of you and crossing her arms in front of her face as Ryan takes another shot at her. The beam seems to bounce right off of her wrist-bands, and a loud boom follows as a blue beam of power strikes Ryan with enough force to knock him off of his feet. A black light surrounds his blaster, which breaks into pieces.

Looking back, you see Cyborg and Raven rushing in to join the party.

"Not the HIVE I was expecting to fight," Cyborg admits, letting his sonic cannon change shape back into a hand as he comes to stand at your side. "But any friend of Blood's is an enemy of mine."

"Linus, you aren't going to shy away from dealing with these, are you?" Paul challenges as Ryan begins to stand back up, and Marissa pulls out some more knives.

"No," Linus answers, starting toward you and your friends. "I don't owe those three anything."

"Your old friends?" Troia guesses.

"They aren't acting very friendly," Raven remarks.

>>A. "Am I glad to see you guys..."

>>B. "Where's Robin and Starfire?"

>>C. "We need to fall back."

>>D. "The girl's mine, you guys deal with the others."

>>E. "The skinny guy's mine, you guys deal with the others."

>>F. "The big guy's mine. You guys deal with the others."

>>G. "Linus is mine, you guys deal with the others."

>>H. "We'll take them together."

>I. Get back in the air and resume your attacks

>J. Get in close and attack. Combine hand to hand with your powers

>K. Hang back and give your friends support with barriers

>/>>L. Write-in

>>2299885
>>H.
>I.

Since Star's not here, we can be aerial support.

>>2299884
Fair enough. I wanted to see if we could flip them.

>>2299885
>>>B. "Where's Robin and Starfire?"
>>>D. "The girl's mine, you guys deal with the others."

>>2299885
>>>A. "Am I glad to see you guys..."
>>H. "We'll take them together."
>J. Get in close and attack. Combine hand to hand with your powers

>>2299885
>>D. "The girl's mine, you guys deal with the others."
-now- you can do the heart to heart.

>>2299912
Fair.
Changing my vote >>2299898
to
>D.
for this.

>>2299918
>>2299912
"The girl's mine," you tell them. "You guys deal with the others."

"Alright," Troia tells you, flying off toward Linus.

Raven gives you a look, but listens, making her way toward Paul as he scrambles to pick up the orbs you made him drop before. Raven hits him with a blast of dark magic before he can pick them up.

Cyborg goes after Ryan, and the two big guys clash in a test of strength at which Cyborg seems to quickly gain the advantage.

That leaves you to face Marissa, who doesn't attack right away, but looks ready to strike the second you make a move that she doesn't like.

"So, you and me again?" she asks. "Why?"

This might be your chance to work things out with her, or a prime opportunity to attack her before she can attack you. She wouldn't exactly see a Psychic Punch coming, and if you threw it right, she'd be stunned long enough for you to follow up on it.

The choice is yours.

>>A. "I want to know who you are. You said you were Sam's something. His what?"

>>B. "We didn't get to finish our fight, and I want to see who's going to win."

>C. Hit her with a Psychic Punch

>D. Get up close and resume your earlier approach

>E. Hang back and fend her off with barriers until one of the others can come to help you

>F. Get back in the air and throw some Psychic Punches at her

>/>>G. Write-in

>>2299986
>A. "I want to know who you are. You said you were Sam's something. His what?"

>>2299986
>>A. "I want to know who you are. You said you were Sam's something. His what?"
>D. Get up close and resume your earlier approach

>>2299986
Gonna try again.
>>G. "I get it. You lost someone important to you. I'm sorry, but I'm not the one responsible for taking him. Sam knew too much, and he ran, and Blood made Peter out of whatever he could salvage. When I woke up, I saw what Blood was and I made my own choices. Blood took Sam, but I'm not letting him take me! Whatever is left of Sam doesn't want him to take you too." Use barriers to protect yourself while you try to get it all out.

>>2299998
Seconding this,

>>2299986
>>>A. "I want to know who you are. You said you were Sam's something. His what?"
>>2299998
Start slow with it, if we can, mate.

>>2299986
>A.
>G. Anon's write-in, or what bits of it fit in.
Fighting style? I dunno, is there a dodge + barrier option? D?

>>2299996
"I want to know who you are," you tell her, keeping your distance for the moment. "You said you were Sam's...something. His what?"

She doesn't answer right away, and you brace yourself for an attack. The two of you stay at that sort of pre-battle stalemate for a few seconds, neither saying another word, or making a move to attack each-other. Then, Marissa begins to lower her arms.

"You really want to know?" she asks, stashing her knives away. "Alright, I'll tell you."

Her arms slowly move back up as she reaches for her helmet, grabbing onto it and lifting it off of her head, letting you see her face. Blonde hair, gray eyes, a scar on her left cheek. That sense of memories struggling at the edge of your mind returns, and only gets worse as she talks again.

"I was his sister."

>>A. "My...sister?"

>>B. "You were going to kill your brother?"

>>C. "Well, I can see why you were so angry."

>D. Don't say anything to that

>/>>E. Write-in

>>2300072
>C.

>>2300072
>A. "My...sister?"
>C. "Well, I can see why you were so angry."

"I wanted to bang my sister for a second there. close call"

>>2300072
>>>C. "Well, I can see why you were so angry."

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>>2300077

>>2300072
>>>C. "Well, I can see why you were so angry."

>Peter is now regretting thinking that she has a really great ass

>>2300072
>>C. "Well, I can see why you were so angry."
>E. Listen, I didn't choose to forget. Hell, I've been trying to remember. I remember Sam learning 'too much' and trying to run. What happened afterwards? That's on Blood. Blood took Sam, but I'm not letting him take me. And Sam... Wouldn't want that happening to you either."

Tried my hand at it.

>>2300094
I'll go for this write-in as well.

>>2300077
>>2300092
Sides have been sent all the way to the the JL watchtower

>>2300076
>>2300083
"Well, I can see why you were so angry," you tell her, not really knowing what else to say.

What can you say in a situation like this? Of course she's angry. Her own brother is working with her enemies, and didn't even remember who she was. In her shoes, you'd probably be more than a little ticked off yourself. Maybe not to the point of trying to stab your own sibling, but still pretty steamed.

She frowns at you. "That's it? That's all you have to say? Heh, well, I guess knowing I'm your sister doesn't just restore your memories. Too bad."

The fighting continues around you, but neither you nor her make any aggressive moves as of yet. This situation just got more complicated for both of you. She knew you were her brother coming into this, which explains why she was trying to bring out "Sam". But, now you know she's your sister, but remember nothing else, and she can see that. Where exactly do you even go from here?

"Sam," she finally says, still calling you by your old name. "It's not too late. Help us capture these three, and Blood will take you back. We can help you remember everything, and-"

Raven screams, snapping your attention away from Marissa for a moment. You see your friend writhing on the ground as one of those orbs pumps her full of electricity. Looking to see what the others are doing, you spot Cyborg still fighting Ryan, though the tables seem to have turned. Sparks are flying from a hole in your friend's chest. Troia is looking around frantically, grunting as she's seemingly struck by an invisible force.

"This is what we trained for, Sam," Marissa tells you. "Please, come back with us. I don't want to see you end up like the Titans."

>>A. "I am a Titan."

>>B. "Sorry, but Sam's gone. I'm Peter, and these are my friends. I won't let you take them."

>>C. "Just walk away, Marissa. I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to."

>>D. "Why don't you come with us? Sam ran from Blood for a reason. Whatever scared him that badly...I don't want you to have to deal with it, and neither would he."

>E. Start throwing Psychic Punches at Paul and Ryan

>F. Attack Marissa

>G. Get back in the air and start throwing Psychic Punches at all of your enemies

>/>>H. Write-in

>>2300140
>Write In

>Trap them in barriers, slowly decreasing in size until they're stuck crouching on the floor or on the ground. Like a dome thats shrinking.

We just need to layer them a lot.

>>2300140
>B.
>E.
>H. RIGHTEOUS FURY IS RIGHTEOUS BECAUSE IT IS USED TO PROTECT.

>>2300140
>>>D. "Why don't you come with us? Sam ran from Blood for a reason. Whatever scared him that badly...I don't want you to have to deal with it, and neither would he."

>>2300140
>>D. "Why don't you come with us? Sam ran from Blood for a reason. Whatever scared him that badly...I don't want you to have to deal with it, and neither would he."
>H. I don't want anyone to be hurt, not you guys, nor the titans. But with Blood I know that's not gonna happen
>E. Start throwing Psychic Punches at Paul and Ryan
Use it to let your pals recover.

Pete today is the poster boy for social awkwardness. He just staring em down stuck unable to use his damn words, poor boy.

>>2300156
Why the fuck did my ID change? I'm still on the same damn wifi.

>>2300140
D.

>>2300140
>>>D. "Why don't you come with us? Sam ran from Blood for a reason. Whatever scared him that badly...I don't want you to have to deal with it, and neither would he."

>>2300167
>>2300153
"Why don't you come with us?" you ask your sister, hoping your friends can handle their current predicaments on their own. "Sam ran from Blood for a reason. Whatever scared him that badly...I don't want you to have to deal with it, and neither would he."

All traces of anger disappear from her face, and she looks down at her feet.

Marissa clearly considers what you're saying, and you hope that you're getting through to her. True, you don't remember her, but she's your sister, she's family, and you meant what you said when you told her that you didn't want to see her hurt. From what you can gather about Sam, not a whole lot scared him, but he was left fleeing in terror when he found out what Blood was up to. You're sure that he wouldn't want Marissa to face whatever so frightened him.

What does Peter think? Honestly, you've pretty much considered yourself to be a different person from Sam. But, at the same time, this is someone who was family. And not just any family, a sibling, a sister. Does that make things different in regards to her? Should it? Simon considered you his best friend, but you don't really see him that way now. The most you've given him is some small courtesy and some chances to walk away without a punch in the face. And he's tried to keep you out of trouble. Marissa here attacked you with a knife.

"I'm sorry," she tells you, not calling you Sam, but not calling you Peter either. "But I can't do that. Blood's given us everything. A home, a purpose, and the chance to make something of ourselves. Whatever made you into what you are now, I can't change that, and from the sounds of it, you can't even remember. You barely remember the HIVE, you barely remember your own family. So...I guess I can't blame you for the choices you've made. But I can't just turn my back on my home, my friends, my family. I'm sorry."

>>A. "It doesn't have to be like this."

>>B. "Isn't this turning your back on your family?"

>>C. "Whatever Blood's planning, it's not good for you and the others. You don't want to do this."

>>D. "You can't turn your back on Blood, and I can't let you take my friends to him."

>E. Attack Marissa

>F. Throw some Psychic Punches at Paul and Ryan

>G. Create barriers around Cyborg, Raven, and Troia

>H. Get into the air, and start attacking all of your enemies with Psychic Punches

>I. Teleport to the others, round them up, and try to flee with them

>/>>J. Write-in

>>2300239
>>C.
>I.

>>2300239
>>2300239
>>C. "Whatever Blood's planning, it's not good for you and the others. You don't want to do this."

>>D. "You can't turn your back on Blood, and I can't let you take my friends to him."

>I. Teleport to the others, round them up, and try to flee with them
Where's Robin when you need him?

>>2300239
>"Do you know what it is he's planning? If it would make me run but not you, then that ends any chance of us coming back together."

>>2300239
>>C
>>D
>I
Support

>>2300254
Good point, we should try to scan for some info as well. Really hoping if we figure it out we can help these morons from screwing themselves over

>>2300304
>>2300253
Clarification that I - didn't - switch out from my previous vote, just supporting anon

>>2300253
"Whatever Blood's planning, it's not good for you and the others," you insist. "You don't want to do this."

"You're right..." she admits. "I don't want to do this, I don't want us to be enemies. But I can't turn my back on Blood."

You feel a pain in your chest, but a quick look confirms that you have not, in fact, been stabbed.

"You can't turn your back on Blood, and I can't let you take my friends to him," you reply, seeing a similar look of hurt appear on Marissa's face.

Once again, she lowers her head and closes her eyes, this time speaking so softly that you can barely even hear her. "I know."

Tapping into sadness is not exactly difficult right now, and so you're able to teleport to your friends, one by one, gathering them up and then fleeing as far as you can with them, collapsing to the ground once you've moved everyone as far as you can manage. You can barely stay conscious, though you can vaguely make out the sounds of your friends calling your name.

You have pretty much no energy left. You can try saying something to them before you pass out, or just close your eyes and rest.

>A. "You need to run."

>B. "Just...met my sister."

>C. "Where are Robin and Starfire?"

>D. Sleep

>E. Write-in

>>2300312
>C.

>>2300318
"Where are Robin and Starfire?" you manage to ask as you struggle to stay awake.

"They went after Chang and the HIVE FIVE," Cyborg tells you. "We'll worry about them, you need to rest."

Rest...that sounds pretty good right now.

Your heavy eyes close, and darkness takes you.

>To be continued

And that's where we'll stop for tonight. I hope you all had a good time.

I'm planning to run on Sunday night, or, failing that, Monday.

You all know I enjoy some feedback and discussion, so anything you want to ask, tell me, or talk about, let 'em rip.

Thank you all for playing, and I hope you had a good time

>>2300369
Thanks for running!

>>2300382
Thanks for playing!

...and I show up just in time to miss it.
que sera sera

Another nice session though!

>>2300411
Thanks, anon, glad you enjoyed it

Going to bed but a random observation: is Raven getting jobbed a lot? This fight and Katarou off the top of my head. Would have to look back.

>>2300819
Robin is our Batman (because dick is just a less angsty bruce)
Starfire is our Superman (because she's a cheery flying brick)
Cyborg is our Cyborg (because)
Troia is our Wonder Woman (because she's a strong woman)
Kid Flash is our Flash (because he's fast)
Jinx is our Zatanna (because she has some weird magic stuff and everyone wants to "stuff" her)
Beast Boy is Green Lantern (because he's green and versatile)
Raven is our Martian Manhunter (because she jobs)

Every team needs a designated jobber.

In case you're wondering who Kid Crimson would be, I'd vote for Captain Marvel: because we wear red, have a variety of powers, and have an older enemy with very similar powers.

>>2301015
I mean, kid flash and jinx aren't part of the main team

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>>2301015
Canonicly incorrect.

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>>2301392
How many Justice Titan and Young (Old) Justice incarnations are there?

>>2301462
No clue

>>2300369
Missed last session, but it was a good read. Here's hoping that Paul and Ryan didn't notice that Marissa wasn't exactly trying her hardest to capture us at the end there, or at least that they don't tell Blood about it.

>>2303060
With Linus, Marissa, and ourselves, that's 3/5ths of Blood's new HIVE Five that have been compromised. Let us all laugh at him now.

>>2303132
>that's 3/5ths of Blood's new HIVE Five that have been compromised
>inb4 Brother Blood salvages the situation by remodeling Marissa and Linus' brains, has them defect to the Titans, lets them pal around with us for a month or two while feeding us false intel (that they believe is true), before finally activating them as sleeper agents during a crisis.

>>2303219
Assuming of course, this isn't all a huge mindfuck by Blood in the first place, and we're the sleeper agent, Marissa is not Sam's sister, there never was a Sam, there never was a Peter, and Blood has successfully played absolutely everyone from the beginning.

>>2303060
Everyone was pretty wrapped up in their own fights. Linus would back up Marissa if it did come down to placing blame with her, since he had a similar feeling with things, and tried warning you earlier.

>>2303261
I do remember that at the start of this quest, I was worried that Peter might end up as a sleeper agent for Blood. But I can't remember why I stopped thinking along those lines. This leads me to believe that my own memories have been tampered with and that at some critical moment I will start voting in a manner to sabotage the Titans.

>>2303285
Glad to hear that Marissa and Linus won't be getting special punishment on our account then. It's a bit of a downer but I'm assuming that there will already be a standard punishment waiting for all four of them if they do end up failing their mission.

>>2303425
That's assuming they failed their mission

>>2303425
From a storytelling perspective, I don't think MoG has planned to make absolutely everything a lie. While something like that could be, if executed correctly, impressive art, I don't think it would be satisfying entertainment. So, if nothing else, I trust the narrative present.

I do think, and even hope, to a degree, that we get a few curve balls thrown our way though. Its would just ring false if Blood had unfettered access to our head and didn't do some major work.

>>2303484
I was appropriately paranoid:
>if they do end up failing their mission.
>if

>>2303494
True, true.

I am curious to see how Peter will deal with the situation if he has to seriously harm Linus or Marissa, or if he even cares about them since they were from Sam's old life

>>2303502
My sense is that Peter does care about them, and he does so because he is a steward for Samuel's legacy. Linus is not Peter's friend. Marissa is not Peter's sister. The feelings they stir in him aren't even his feelings. They're things he's inherited, but he has the compassion to realize those things, even if not his, are precious, and he recognizes that Linus and Marissa have experienced a profound loss.

Peter also lost something: his memories and his identity. However he doesn't seem to feel the loss of Sam as acutely as Linus and Marissa. He sees value in recovering Sam's memories, but he doesn't seem to want to become Sam again. He hasn't tried to step into Sam's shoes and reclaim his past relationships. He just wants to save these kids who mattered to someone else.

I think Peter might also be afraid of losing himself if he were to become Sam. Even setting asides concerns of becoming a villain, betraying the Titans, and serving Blood, there's a fragility to Peter's existence. Its made up of leftover parts, and its very new. Is Peter a strong enough being to survive a confrontation with a lifetime of memories?

Of course, that could be moot. It might not be possible to be Sam again, which as a player suits me. Peter is who he is because we've shepherded him through this game. I worry that some or all of that might be irrevocably overwhelmed if we're confronted with 'No, this is who you actually are'.

>>2303622
Fair, and well said

>>2303628
Thanks.

Also, a question comes to mind: with righteous fury, could Peter transform his 'Crush' into a harmless, but useful in protecting others 'Hold'?

>>2303635
Possibly

It'd be unique and badass as fuck if we regained all memories and suddenly switched sides and fucked over the titans.

The novelty of it would be great at least.

>>2303680
That's not badass, that's being a douchebag, and maybe not that unique. Terra already did that.

>>2303680
If he regains everything he'll remember why he ran from Blood. Wanna bet it's enough to make neither Pete or Sam want anything to do with ol uncle Blood?

I get people wanting to put "Sam" away, but I figure if we dig deep enough both will just merge.

>>2303622
Does this anon speak for everyone?

>>2303884
>I get people wanting to put "Sam" away, but I figure if we dig deep enough both will just merge.

Sure. But that would alter Peter. The more sharply defined MoG defines Samuel outside our choices, the more it would feel like diluting Peter if they were to merge. If MoG were to do a merger angle, I think it'd probably pay to do an extended flashback where we play Samuel and shape him ourselves.

That said, Peter choosing to remain independent of Sam is more interesting to me. Merger seems like the 'correct' answer (or at least the expected one), but that's boring.

Peter choosing to be his own man and leaving Sam buried (though honored, as I mentioned before) should be no less valid a decision, and so I'd rather go that route to reinforce that.

>>2303900
I'm not him, but I mean yeah. Sam will always be an important part of us, but I feel like the dominant personality (us) is the hero side, so we'll NEVER succumb to blood willingly and betray the titans.

>>2303950
Well, of course, I more meant what he said about treating Sam as an entirely different entity and regarding those that were close to him as no longer connected to anything but a past life.

>>2303965
I'm not a smart man okay, I'll leave the story telling to you. But I feel like he'd take pity on them, maybe even try reach out and show them a different way, but ultimately he'd stay with the titans.

>>2303838
staying true to the original and technically correct version of us isn't being a douchebag and its completely different from terra.

>>2303910
>Peter choosing to remain independent of Sam is more interesting to me. Merger seems like the 'correct' answer (or at least the expected one), but that's boring.

That seems pretty cliche to me, its how a lot of amnesia stories go.


Just figured a story where the protag didn't become a new, better person would be interesting, meta wise.

>>2303900
fuck no.
Peter should definetly care and all that drek but the being on opposite sides makes that difficult.

>>2304015
>staying true to the original and technically correct version of us isn't being a douchebag and its completely different from terra.

Not that Anon, but I'm not too hot about actually doing a face-heel turn just because Sam was a villain (which is arguable to a degree, because he had already decided Blood crossed a line with his plan and made a run for it). The fear of that happening is good story fodder though.

>Just figured a story where the protag didn't become a new, better person would be interesting, meta wise.

I can't think of any stories off the top of my head where this happens on a permanent basis. Usually they revert to the status quo, or they reconcile their old self with what they learned while their memory was gone to become better versions of their old selves. Even if they resolve not to go back to their old ways, there's an emphasis that they are the same conscious being. In Peter's case, I see a a degree of removal from Samuel, even as he's confronted with Sam's past. I don't think Peter has an obligation to become someone else. Peter leaving Sam buried is valid and I want to affirm that.

Now, I agree that a scenario where neither of those things happen, and Peter entirely returns to being Sam (and loyal to Blood/his old friends) would be a novel and interesting twist (for a quest), but its not a route that I'd personally want to go down.

>Peter should definetly care and all that drek but the being on opposite sides makes that difficult.

I agree! Peter does care about Linus and Marissa, but the way I see it, it comes from a place of compassion instead of one of familiarity and personal investment. I do like the dynamic of him caring about people who are ostensibly his enemies. I wouldn't rob us of that drama.

>>2303900
Somewhat? Some bits I agree, some not so.

I figure that things will only be decided when we play through it. Be it a flash back, meditation, or another event, or all of these.