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>Several weeks later

Today was a special day. So special, in fact, you had to get up extra early to make breakfast AND lunch. You were feeling particularly proud about that part. Even if it required you to watch a step-by-step guide on how to make it from a Youtuber that you recently found. Your cooking classes could only take you so far, and you felt more confident watching someone else do it first.

Right when you were finishing up, your roommate came out to greet you, dressed in her newly acquired uniform for Brooklyn Visions Academy!

She wore a navy blue jacket with the sleeves rolled up, a collared white dress shirt, a black tie, a plaid skirt and black stockings. Thankfully, the academy didn’t care what type of shoes their students wore, so she was able to sport those fresh new sneakers that you’d bought for her prior to her enrollment.

“Well? How do I look?” she said, setting down her cute little backpack and doing a quick twirl for you. Her voice had gotten much stronger since she started using it regularly.

“Like a million bucks.” you said, scooping her lunch into a little container that you’d set aside earlier.

She frowned mockingly and looked herself up and down. “Darn. I was really going for at least a billion there.”

“Maybe I would’ve given it to you if you ironed that shirt like I told you to.”

She rolled her eyes. “No one irons their shirts on the first day of school. It’s not like it's a job interview, or something.”

“First impressions are important, Cindy. Especially when the daughter of Silvermane is going to be one of your classmates.”

Cindy winced slightly at that. A little while ago, you managed to confirm that Saya would indeed be attending the same school as your young ward. It had very little to do with prestige, and was more about the school’s impressive robotics course. Apparently, Saya had a real knack for it. You were pretty sure that you once caught her tinkering with the remains of a Spider Slayer that you personally trashed at ESU.

“I doubt a wrinkle-free shirt is gonna make her want to talk to me. I don’t even know how to approach someone like that.” she complained.

You gave her a sly grin. “You can jump into a firefight with little to no regard for your own safety, but you can’t walk up to someone and introduce yourself?”

She sighed and folded her arms over her chest. “Well, I’m a little out of practice when it comes to starting conversations, alright?”

Whoops. Looks like you struck a nerve there. Gotta find a way to recover.

“Hey, look at me.”

Cindy turned her head slightly to regard you.

“You’re gonna do great, alright? All you need to do is figure out a way to give these kids an opportunity to get to know the real you. That’s all a first impression is. It doesn’t decide everything about a relationship. By the end of this year, I’m sure you’re gonna have tons of friends.”

(Cont.)

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A slight smile teased the corners of her lips, and she opened her mouth to reply, but a cheerful chirping tune interrupted her thought process.

You chuckled a bit, and scooped what was supposed to be her breakfast into a separate container. “And that’s your fallback alarm. You’re gonna be late if you don’t head out now.”

Cindy pulled out her phone, checked the lock screen and hissed. “Crap! You’re right! I’ve gotta-”

“Hold it!”

Cindy froze, staring up at you in confusion.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” you asked, glancing at her expectantly.

She glanced back at her luggage, taking a mental tally of what she was required to take with her to the dorm. “I don’t think so. I triple checked my luggage last night, and-”

You rolled your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about that.”

Cindy blushed slightly and set her bag down awkwardly. And to your great surprise, she walked over, leaned up and gave you a quick peck on the cheek and a tight hug.

You hugged her back, albeit with a healthy dose of awkward tension restricting the movement of your limbs. You let the moment linger for a little while longer, before you felt obligated to grab the real reason for your earlier interruption.

You cleared your throat a bit, drawing her attention to the two tupperware containers you’d set aside earlier. “I was, uh…actually talking about your breakfast and lunch. You forgot to grab them from the counter.”

Slowly, but surely, understanding dawned on the tiny champion of Khonshu, and her face went so red that you had to question whether the Moon God recruited a sheltered Asian girl or a particularly talkative tomato to fight for his cause.

She detached herself from you, grabbed both containers and shoved them into her bag, all without managing to meet your eyes directly.

“Oh! Of course. I knew that. I was just, uh…”

Cindy never got to finish her sentence. As soon as her bag was slung over her shoulder, she turned on her heel and sprinted out of the warehouse at full speed.

“Gottgosorryloveyoubye!” she called back, grabbing her luggage on the way out, her cheeks burning all the while.

You watched her go and chuckled to yourself, wondering whether she would be alright on her first day of school. It was hard to imagine her having trouble making friends when she had such a pleasant personality, but it was also hard to imagine someone that was home-schooled in a bunker with no friends to speak of wouldn’t have a shit-load of social anxieties to tackle.

All you could do now was trust her. And seeing as how she would be spending less time around the Desperados' main base, you would have to find a way to occupy yourself while she was gone.

(Cont.)

What are your plans for today?

>Meet up with Silvermane to discuss that metahuman recruitment drive he’d mentioned earlier.
>Try to make amends with the Wild Pack. You recently found a way to contact them, and would like to smooth over any grievances they might still have with you.
>Call up Sam and see if you can’t set up a meeting between you and Reed Richards. You did promise Va Nee that you would try your best to get her in contact with some influential figures.
>Set up another meeting between yourself and Thomas Edison. You’d like for him to come over and check out the experimental energy source that the Prowler’s been tinkering with.
>Spend some time chilling out at the Bar with No Name.
>Train with Callisto and hang out with the Morlocks for a bit.
>Call up the rest of the Desperados. You’re in the mood to plan another job!
>See if you can’t set up a date between Victoria and Flint. You’re about to try your hand at matchmaking!
>Invite Flint to hang out with you. It's been a while since the two of you have really enjoyed yourselves without costumes and masks being involved.
>Visit Warren and W and see if you can't figure out where she'll be living for the foreseeable future.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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>>5583817
>>Meet up with Silvermane to discuss that metahuman recruitment drive he’d mentioned earlier.

>>5583817
Check on miss kravinoff.

>>5583817

>Visit Warren and W and see if you can't figure out where she'll be living for the foreseeable future.

>Write-in.
>Invite Gwen and give her the whole background on Warren, W, and Abel

We did kinda chase her off last time and now Silvertongue is more or less resolved. I'm curious how her deal with Hill is working out.

>>5583842
supporting this

>>5583817
>Visit Warren and W and see if you can't figure out where she'll be living for the foreseeable future.
>And invite Gwen
>Call up Sam and see if you can’t set up a meeting between you and Reed Richards. You did promise Va Nee that you would try your best to get her in contact with some influential figures.
>Set up another meeting between yourself and Thomas Edison. You’d like for him to come over and check out the experimental energy source that the Prowler’s been tinkering with.
Voting for any of these

>>5583817
>>Call up Sam and see if you can’t set up a meeting between you and Reed Richards. You did promise Va Nee that you would try your best to get her in contact with some influential figures.
And after that...
>Visit Warren and W and see if you can't figure out where she'll be living for the foreseeable future.
A room in Benny's place did just open up after all.

>>5583842
>>5583895
We've got two for this:

>Meet up with Silvermane to discuss that metahuman recruitment drive he’d mentioned earlier.

>>5583921
>>5583924
Two for this:

>Call up Sam and see if you can’t set up a meeting between you and Reed Richards. You did promise Va Nee that you would try your best to get her in contact with some influential figures.

>>5583875
>>5583921
>>5583924
And three for this:

>Visit Warren and W and see if you can't figure out where she'll be living for the foreseeable future.
>And invite Gwen

So I'll lead with visiting Warren and W. Writing...

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It took a lot of paperwork, nagging and navigating through the maze of red tape that had been set up to prevent casual visits to the base of WAND, but you finally managed to do it. And by God was it a sight to behold!

You thought your excitement had peaked when you were led through a mystical portal by a shady robed figure, but when said portal led you to the base of an impressive, black castle, complete with a thematic, seemingly perpetual thunderstorm, you had no choice but to stop and marvel at the scene before you.

However, after about a minute of awestruck wonder, the robed figure grunted in annoyance and rushed you through the main gate. The whole place looked rather gothic in terms of architecture, lacking any of the modern or advanced trappings that you got used to seeing on the Helicarrier. And was it just you, or was this castle completely empty? Where was everybody?

More importantly, where was Gwen? Hill and Bloodhound both approved of her coming along to join you on your visit to Pandora’s base of operations, with the only stipulation being that she had to either leave her shield behind, or keep it in something that would hinder its ability to interfere with the ambient magic around it. Which made sense, when you considered that the base of a magical organization would almost certainly be heavily reliant on magic.

She said that she’d meet you here, but you haven’t seen a soul to speak of since you got here.

Almost too late, you realized that the robed figure had stopped walking just in time to avoid bumping into him. He gestured for you to step onto a stone platform, but refused to do so himself. You narrowed your eyes at him, and felt for your spider sense. Just walking through that portal was enough to stretch your faith in the grouchy witch, but letting this mystical Jawa lead you around by the nose was pushing it.

You were just about to turn and walk away, when you saw a familiar figure moving around in the window above the stone platform. It was Gwen! She was wearing a black leather jacket, a graphic tee for some band you didn’t recognize and a pair of slightly ripped jeans, but you were sure that it was her!

Without even realizing it, the tip of your toe touched the platform as you got closer to inspect the window, and the stone platform actually reached out to grab the rest of your foot!

Each and every block on the platform could move independently from one another, and after grabbing your foot and sliding it so that you stood fully on the platform, you were quickly flung towards the wall!

Your feet clung to the moving surface the entire time, and you brought your arms up to shield your face, when…nothing happened?

(Cont.)

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When you opened your eyes again, you saw the stone blocks that had once comprised the wall you were supposed to be flattened against were now sliding back and out of your way. Due to this unusual phenomenon, you quickly found yourself sliding through a dimly lit tunnel, the ground moving you as if you were standing on a conveyor belt.

At the end of the tunnel was another solid wall, its blocks shifting in anticipation of your arrival. Not having complete and total confidence in the enchanted mechanism, you braced for impact once more, and was gladly disappointed to see that it had worked as intended.

Rather ungracefully, you were dumped into the room that you’d glimpsed through the window from earlier, almost causing you to stumble right into Gwen.

Somehow, she was even more surprised than you were. It took her a moment to recognize you, most likely because you were wearing a different costume these days, but the overall concept of the suit was generally the same.

“Oh! I was wondering when you’d get here.” she said, sliding a disk-shaped bag back over her shoulder. She must’ve been preparing to hit you with that.

“I was going to say the same to you. I wonder why they made us take different portals.” you thought aloud.

Gwen shrugged. “If I know anything about those two, it's that they love their secrecy and melodrama.”

“It’s probably a requirement for being in charge of an operation like this.”

She smiled, and it instantly reminded you of how pleasant her smile could be.

Now that you were no longer in danger of being smashed against a stone wall, you took a moment to examine your surroundings. The room you were in now was dusty and a bit decrepit. The tattered banners lining the walls and the fraying rugs led you to wonder why anyone would use this as a waiting room. The only parts of this room that were even remotely impressive were the tall bookcases in each corner of the room, the massive round table in the middle, and the comforting fireplace near the wall you'd entered from.

What will you say?

>”It’s good to see you. How’re you holding up at the Helicarrier?”
>”Did you get to visit your dad yet? I can’t imagine he’d take the news of your transformation and new job very well.”
>”How’s your training been going? Have they sent you out on any missions yet?”
>”I don’t know if anyone told you, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.”
>”Thanks for coming. I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5584025
It’s good to see you. How’re you holding up at the Helicarrier?”
>”Did you get to visit your dad yet? I can’t imagine he’d take the news of your transformation and new job very well.”
>”How’s your training been going? Have they sent you out on any missions yet?”
>”I don’t know if anyone told you, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.”
>”Thanks for coming. I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.”

>>5584025
>”It’s good to see you. How’re you holding up at the Helicarrier?”
>”Did you get to visit your dad yet? I can’t imagine he’d take the news of your transformation and new job very well.”
>”I don’t know if anyone told you, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.”
>”Thanks for coming. I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.”
I guess we talk until someone stops us.

>>5584051
+1

>>5584025
>”Thanks for coming. I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.”
>”I don’t know if anyone told you, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.”
Benny's got a thing for blondes, doesn't he?

>>5584025

>”It’s good to see you. How’re you holding up at the Helicarrier?”
>”Did you get to visit your dad yet? I can’t imagine he’d take the news of your transformation and new job very well.”
>”How’s your training been going? Have they sent you out on any missions yet?”
>”I don’t know if anyone told you, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.”
>”Thanks for coming. I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.”


>Write-in.
>"So does that bag block the anti-magic shield? Like...anti-anti-magic? Is that a thing?
>"Did you choose a codename yet? Or did Lost Boy get to choose one for you? I'm not sure which I'm anticipating more."
>"How's Doc Connors? I'm sure you have a doctorate in Biochemistry by now with him as a teacher.

>>5584104
+1

>>5584029
>>5584051
>>5584062
>>5584063
>>5584104
>>5584132
>”It’s good to see you. How’re you holding up at the Helicarrier?”
>”How’s your training been going? Have they sent you out on any missions yet?”
>”Did you get to visit your dad yet? I can’t imagine he’d take the news of your transformation and new job very well.”
>”I don’t know if anyone told you, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.”
>”Thanks for coming. I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.”
>"So does that bag block the anti-magic shield? Like...anti-anti-magic? Is that a thing?
>"Did you choose a codename yet? Or did Lost Boy get to choose one for you? I'm not sure which I'm anticipating more."
>"How's Doc Connors? I'm sure you have a doctorate in Biochemistry by now with him as a teacher.

Taking these. I'll start writing as soon as I'm done eating.

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“It’s good to see you. How’re you holding up at the Helicarrier?” you asked.

Gwen ran a hand through her hair and puffed out her cheeks a bit. “If I’m being honest, it’s still a lot to take in. There are some really important people that pass through there, and I’ve heard Hill casually mention some pretty terrifying things. I think I liked it better when I didn’t know about any of this stuff.” she admitted.

You nodded your understanding. You could’ve gone your entire life without learning about the Grandmaster and his intentions for your planet.

“Other than that. I think I’m adjusting decently well. They’ve got restaurants up there, movie theaters, and shopping centers. It’s like living inside of a giant floating shopping mall, really.”

“Sounds exciting.” you said, wondering why no one showed you any of this during your visits there. “How’s your training been going? Have they sent you out on any missions yet?”

Gwen laughed and shook her head slightly. “No, they haven’t sent me on any big, important missions yet. It’s pretty much all been training drills and private lessons. They’re giving me a good education to make up for having me drop out of college, and the drills are there to prepare for different scenarios that I might run into when I’m out in the field. Bloodhound’s a pretty tough teacher, though. I should be faster and stronger than him, but he keeps finding ways to cut me down to size whenever we spar.” she said, rubbing the strap of the bag that contained her shield.

You remember getting thrashed the last time you fought with him. Absently, you wondered how you would fare against him now, knowing what you do now.

“Speaking of education, how’s Doc Conners doing? I’m sure you’ve at least gotten a doctorate in Biochemistry by now with him tutoring you.”

She blushed a bit at that. “Nothing that fancy, but he’s been teaching me a lot when I go to visit him and his family. They’re all doing well. He asks about you sometimes, you know.”

So she does get to go outside. Good. That’s good. You were a bit worried when she implied that Hill might not have liked her dropping by her old stomping grounds.

“Sometimes I sort of wish I’d gotten an internship there instead. I feel more comfortable behind a beaker and a microscope than I do on a battlefield. Not that I know what being on a battlefield is like.” she quickly amended.

“Have you chosen a codename, yet? Or did Lost Boy get to choose one for you? I’m not sure which one I’m anticipating more.”

She rolled her eyes. “Please. I’d drop dead before I let that little twirp choose my codename.” she protested. “It’s actually kind of hard to come up with a name that hasn’t been taken already. I thought of going by…’Paladin’ or something, but apparently there’s already a guy running around with that name.”

(Cont.)

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“‘Paladin?’”

“What? Paladins use shields. I thought it was fitting.” she said, before muttering under her breath: “More fitting than ‘Captain Stacy’, at least.”

“Is it because that’s your dad’s rank?” you asked.

She nodded slightly. “Yeah, it just doesn’t feel right using the family name like that. I’m not sure if I’ve earned the right to try and compare my accomplishments to his. He’s been busting his ass for years on the force, and I’ve only recently injected myself with some experimental drug that I had no right taking.”

“You don’t think you can measure up to his legacy.” you concluded.

“Not exactly.” said Gwen, a somber smile forming on her face. “When people talk about Captain Stacy, I want them to think of my dad and everything he’s done to help this city. Me taking that name might somehow overwrite that if my identity ever becomes known to the public. It’d also make it way too easy for people to trace my name back to him, and that might put him in even more danger than he’s already in.”

“Have you gotten to visit him yet? I can’t imagine he’d take the news of your transformation and new job very well.”

Instead of responding immediately, she turned away from you and began pacing around the room a bit. “Not yet. I’ve kinda been…putting it off for a while. Like, I know he’s worried about me and all, but I just can’t find a good way to explain everything that’s happened so far.”

“Does he know about the attack on the Oscorp lab and the incident at ESU?” you asked.

Gwen let out a deep sigh before nodding solemnly. “Yeah. He’s been going crazy about that for a while now. I’ve managed to stave him off by face-timing him every now and again, but he’s already noticing that I’ve ‘beefed-up a bit’.” she said with air quotes. “I just…I don’t know what I’d say, and the thought of telling him all this sort of freaks me out.”

“You think he’ll reject you?”

Gwen shut her eyes and shook her head. “No, I don’t. I think he’ll try to help me get through this to the best of his ability. But…I don’t want him getting that involved. That serum changed my whole entire life, and if he starts poking his nose in my business, it could change his too. Maybe even jeopardize his whole career if he tries going against someone as powerful as Hill.”

That does make a certain type of sense. No father would want their only daughter racing into active war zones and life-threatening situations. This conversation was taking quite the dark turn, however, and you wanted to find a way to cheer her up a bit.

“I don’t know if anyone’s told you yet, but I handed the Chameleon over to Hill a few weeks back. He won’t be able to hurt either of us now.” you said.

(Cont.)

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Gwen flashed a brittle smile at that. “I did hear about that, yeah. I was sort of worried that he might try going after my dad or my old friends if he got desperate enough. I’m glad that he’s finally behind bars.” she said, walking over to lean on the table in the middle of the room. “And I’m glad you were the one to take him down. Must’ve felt good to get back at him after he tried to take you out.”

Oh, she has no idea…

“It did, but I’m not gonna go into detail about how it all went down. Thanks for coming to meet me here.” you said.

Wherever “here” is.

“I feel like I should warn you that you’re about to see and hear something deeply disturbing when we get in there, and I’m gonna need you to promise not to fly off the handle.” you continued.

Gwen raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow and pushed off of the table, moving the heavy slab of marble ever so slightly. “That depends on what you brought me here to see. You’re not just trying to freak me out, are you?” she asked.

You shook your head quickly. “No, I wouldn’t waste your time like that. This is just something that I thought you deserved to see.”

Upon realizing that you wouldn’t elaborate any further, she stared into your mask’s lenses and readjusted her grip on the bag over her shoulder.

“I can’t promise that I won’t have any reaction whatsoever, but at the very least, this bag won’t open while I’m in here, so the amount of damage that I can cause has been limited somewhat.” she explained. ”I’ll be on my best behavior, but I won’t let something horrible happen to someone if I can do something about it.”

You nodded your understanding and glanced over at the thing she’d been gripping this entire time.

“So does that bag block the anti-magic shield’s effects? Like…anti-anti-magic? Is that a thing?” you asked, pointing at the seemingly plain leather bag.

Gwen just shrugged. “I have no idea how this thing works. They said something about it being its own dimensional space, where the enchantment is too powerful and complex for the shield to dispel on its own. Or so I’ve heard.”

“You’ve heard correctly.” said a familiar voice.

The two of you whipped your heads around to see Pandora approaching the table from the opposite side of the room. She didn’t look terribly pleased. If you had to guess, it was because she’d likely put the pieces together behind W’s identity, and understood what you were trying to accomplish here. But more importantly, you were drawing more attention towards Warren’s cloning program, and that could cause problems for everyone involved.

“We’re ready to receive you now.”

—---------

Moments later, you were personally teleported into what you had to assume was the true location of WAND’S base of operations. It was similar to what you had imagined, but on a much grander scale.

(Cont.)

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Magic intermingled with advanced technology, augmenting it in ways that you couldn’t begin to understand. Meticulous computer processes were expedited by complex spellforms, increasing productivity exponentially. Scrying spells ran on various maps and monitors as the facility’s operatives searched desperately for fugitives and artifacts. Various alarms and notifications alerted the staff to the triggering of specific security wards that had been put in place halfway across the world.

Amidst all the chaos, your arrival had gone almost entirely unnoticed.

“Congratulations, kids. You’re some of the first people to come here without having your memories altered. Take a moment to let that sink in.” she said, pulling a steaming cup of coffee from thin air and taking a sip.

And you’ve got a feeling that that just burns her up inside. Her partnership with you was probably the most prolonged bit of contact she’s had with someone outside of her organization where it didn’t end in a full mind-wipe.

Before either of you could respond, two more familiar voices grew in volume and proximity. But they were…a bit different from what you remembered.

“Miss Pandora!” shouted the original SIlvertongue, her clone sister trailing after her. “I kindly request that you punish this clumsy oaf for trying to kill me!”

She pointed her finger back at her clone, who was sputtering in an effort to defend herself. “It was an accident! There was snow everywhere, and I was wearing the wrong shoes!” she protested.

The original turned back to glare at her. “You pushed me down a hole!”

“Only because you stopped without warning. I didn’t have as much traction as I would have liked, and I slid into you by accident.” she calmly explained.

The original narrowed her eyes to dangerous slits. “Then why in blazes were you smiling to yourself when you climbed down?” she said through clenched teeth.

The clone blushed and just barely managed to suppress a chuckle. “That’s because you screamed the entire way down, attracting the attention of every nearby monster, and tripping every trap in the process. I just thought that it was sort of amusing how it all worked out in the end.”

“Aha! You see? She admits it!” the original exclaimed, turning back to Pandora, who was trying her very best to ignore the pair. “We have undeniable proof that this one is attempting to sabotage me! Miss Pandora, I demand that you-!”

She never got to finish her sentence, because the Director of WAND spun on her heel and dropped the now empty coffee mug into the original’s hands, stunning her into silence.

(Cont.)

“Listen. I don’t have time for you right now. If you have a problem, go see Ahmose about it.” she said with more patience than the annoying creature rightfully deserved. “You’ve been doing a good job since you got back. Don’t ruin that by throwing a bitch-fit in the middle of the room. Everyone’s busy today, and we need all hands on deck. Including you.”

The original’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t say anything more. She simply glared at her sister, turned around and stormed off with the cup still in her hand. You were certain that she noticed your presence as well, but she tried very hard not to acknowledge you during all that.

Her clone, on the other hand, had opted to stay behind and continue following you. She was curiously studying Gwen and glancing back at you with a questioning look.

“Are you perhaps up to something?” she asked, her new voice sounding more gentle and pleasant than her sister’s.

This one was quick to catch on.

What will you say?

>”She has a right to know what’s been happening here. If she freaks out, then it’s Warren’s problem.”
>”W needs to know who and where she came from. Unlike you, she never got to meet her sister.”
>”We have to discuss where W’s going to be living. She deserves to have a real life outside of all this nonsense.”
>"I have no idea what you mean."
>”First, I'm gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling into that hole. I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don't suppose you have a recording of it?"
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

Codename Aegis

>>5584651
>”First, I'm gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling into that hole. I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don't suppose you have a recording of it?"
>”W needs to know who and where she came from. Unlike you, she never got to meet her sister.”
>”We have to discuss where W’s going to be living. She deserves to have a real life outside of all this nonsense.”

>>5584690
+1

>>5584651
>”First, I'm gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling into that hole. I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don't suppose you have a recording of it?"
>"Are you implying I'm the type of person who gets up to things? Shenanigans maybe?"
>"Well, we're going to go tell some secrets to everyone who should know them. I can't say more without ruining the surprise I guess."

>>5584651

>”First, I'm gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling into that hole. I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don't suppose you have a recording of it?"
>”Is my unbridled joy payment enough for the information?”
>”We have to discuss where W’s going to be living. She deserves to have a real life outside of all this nonsense.”
I’m guessing the Silvertongues don’t know W is Gwen’s clone so I’d like to avoid insinuating that for now.

Codename-wise, “Athena” is a goddess of both wisdom and war, so that’d be a good name if she doesn’t want to go all-in on a warrior name. >>5584681 or “Bastion” could work too. If she really wants to screw with people, pick “Robin Hood” and watch her enemies be confused by the buff warrior with a shield.

>>5584786
Was pushing for Aegis bc I thought Athena is already running around.

>>5584731
+1

>>5584936
Also my ip may change. The kuroba I mainly use says I'm banned when I'm not and I'll be using the dev build and my laptop

>>5584690
>>5584730
>>5584731
>>5584786
>>5584960
>"Are you implying I'm the type of person who gets up to things? Shenanigans maybe?"
>”First, I'm gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling into that hole. I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don't suppose you have a recording of it?"
>”We have to discuss where W’s going to be living. She deserves to have a real life outside of all this nonsense.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5584681
>>5584786
>>5584936
You'll be free to suggest these codenames at a later date. I'll include them as options when the time comes.

>>5585002
Thanks for letting me know

>>5585152
Yeah sorry God of Quests. Don't know why apks have to be cancer sometimes. Add a vote to whatever tiebreaker. Also did I mention you made me tear up at Cindy's pivotal moment?

>>5585157
I just post from my phone's browser when I can't get to my computer. Seems to be more consistent.

And did you really? I'm glad that the payoff was worth it for you. Part of me was worried that people would straight up lose interest in the quest if the arc went on for too long.

>>5585177
I'm the sicko who wants us in a relationship with CIndy but yes was a great moment for me

Sorry if the update's taking a while, folks. I'm not feeling too well, and it's taking some actual effort to finish. I'm mostly done with it, but I'm gonna take a break to go eat real quick.

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You raised an eyebrow at her, simultaneously glad and disappointed by the fact that your mask was concealing your smirk. “Are you perhaps implying that I’m the type of person who gets up to things? Shenanigans, maybe?”

The clone didn’t look terribly amused. Either that, or she simply couldn’t tell that you were joking. “From what I’ve witnessed? Yes. Miss Pandora seems to think that your visit will cause trouble somehow.” she said in a hushed tone.

“First, I’m gonna need you to tell me all about your sister falling down that hole.” you said, your index finger raised to halt her inquiries. “I actually regret not being there to witness that. I don’t suppose you have a recording of it?”

The clone tried, and failed, to hide her grin as she checked behind her to make sure that the original wasn’t anywhere within earshot. “I wish.”

You both chuckled at that.

Over the next few minutes, the Silvertongue clone retold her version of the events, where she and her sister were tasked with trekking up a snowy mountain and investigating a newly formed dungeon of sorts. According to her, she wore the wrong shoes for the occasion, and was unable to stop herself in time when the original skidded to a halt. This sent the clone barreling into the original, who then tumbled down, down, down into the deep, murky abyss.

The clone waited with baited breath, sending messages and beacons down to locate her lost twin. After about 15 minutes without a response, she was just considering going down after her, when a truly massive stone ladder extended from the hole to lean against its opening. For some reason, the clone actually thought it was a good idea to slide down and check on her sister. She did in fact find her, but not before she had been thoroughly thrashed by the monsters below, and had spent the majority of her remaining mana recovering from her injuries and conjuring the extremely tall ladder.

The rest of their adventure had the clone dispense the few remaining creatures left in the cavern, while the original conserved her energy and provided support from behind.

Gwen was very clearly amused by the whole thing, and you couldn’t resist poking fun at the original whenever the opportunity presented itself. It was just too satisfying.

Pandora, however, didn’t seem all that amused by the ordeal. A brief, but stern glare from her was enough to chastise the giggling newborn, but it wasn’t enough to prevent her from chortling when she thought she wasn’t looking.

This lighthearted mood didn’t last forever, though, because the clone was back to asking about Gwen a minute later. By this time, the girl in question was beginning to realize that she was in fact inquiring about her, and began questioning you about it as well.

(Cont.)

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At that point, you decided that it might be better to throw them a bone here. It wasn’t like either of them could actually figure out what was going on without a shit-load of context to fill in the blanks.

“We have to discuss where W’s going to be living. She deserves to have a real life outside of all this nonsense.”

For the most part, the cloned Silvertongue seemed to accept that as a valid reason for bringing Gwen along. But now, Gwen was the one who had questions.

“Who–or what–is ‘W’? What’s going on here?”

“See for yourself.” said Pandora, gesturing for her to enter the alchemy lab where Miles Warren was holed up.

The room was typical of what you’d come to expect from a mad scientist type like him, with the strangely shaped beakers and the questionably colored, odd-smelling tubes of bubbling liquid. To the best of his ability, Warren had attempted to adapt his scientific knowledge to the alchemical methods that Pandora preferred. And while most men would’ve been frustrated by this change of environment, tools and available resources, Warren only saw it as another challenge to overcome.

Gwen’s eyes went wide with shock as they locked onto her old college professor. Her mouth opened and closed, working wordlessly as she tried to find the words to express the emotions that were likely welling up from her chest.

“P-professor Warren!? What’re you doing here?”

Warren smiled broadly and waved back at her, the sleeves of his slightly oversized robe hanging a bit loosely as he did so. “Hello, Gwendolyn! It’s so good to see you again. I, um…work here now.” he said, gesturing at his impressive alchemical stations.

Gwen stared at him, and for what seemed like the first time, she finally noticed the state of the room she was in. She looked puzzled as she glanced between the tables, tubes, pods and cauldrons that were scattered around the room. But then, her eyes focused on a solitary figure that was standing in the corner, staring right back at her.

At that very moment, W and Gwen locked eyes, and the room fell silent. It took you a while to realize that you were holding your breath, and it looked like Pandora was suspiciously glancing between the two of them.

Gwen didn’t appear to sense the tension, as she broke her gaze away and refocused on Warren. But W kept staring, and was now slowly approaching her.

“I looked for you at ESU on the day of the attack. I thought something happened, and I-”

Gwen broke off, sniffling and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “No one knew where you went.”

Warren gave her an apologetic bow of his head. “I’m sorry if I caused you any distress, Ms. Stacy. I was forced to relocate, and communications here are a bit more…restrictive than I’m used to.”

Gwen let out a shaky laugh. “Well, it’s good to see you-”

(Cont.)

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She paused when she noticed that W had gotten considerably closer than she was when you all entered the room. Her attention was entirely focused on Gwen. Both women stared at each other, equally perplexed at what they saw. And for the first time in a long time since you’ve met him, Warren seemed to grow nervous.

But nothing could prepare you for the momentous occasion of W reaching up to tear her mask off for the very first time. Gwen’s breath caught in her throat when she saw her own face staring back at her. It was slimmer, of course, but they shared many of the same features. Both women had cut their hair shorter in order to accommodate for their new lifestyles, and were almost of a similar length, with Gwen’s being a bit longer.

The blonde amazon’s brows furrowed as she stared at her less muscular doppelganger. “What the hell is this? More magic?”

Pandora shook her head. “Science, actually. W here is your genetic clone.”

Gwen’s frown deepened, and she glanced between you, Pandora and W for several moments.

“My…what!? Why would anyone create a clone of me?”

Pandora’s eyes slid towards Warren, and she nodded in his direction. “Ask your ‘professor’ here.”

Gwen turned to stare at her old teacher, shaking her head in disbelief. “What are you saying? Professor Warren, what is she saying?”

Warren sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Gwen, look. I know how this looks. Yes, I created W from a genetic sample that I procured from you-”

“When? When did you even do that? And without my permission!”

A bit of yellow had entered Gwen’s sclera, and she was getting that crazed look in her eye again.

“How long? How long has this been happening?” she asked, glaring around the room. No one wanted to speak, so Warren broke the silence.

“W has been sentient for several months now, but she doesn’t share any of your memories. I’ve basically been raising her myself all this time.”

She gritted her teeth and threw her hands up in anger. “That still doesn’t make it right! You all knew about this, and no one wanted to tell me that I’m getting cloned like Dolly!”

You wanted to protest, but you shared some guilt in all this. Gwen saw you with W during the attack, so she could only assume that you knew more about this than you were letting on. This was of course, only an assumption, but it was a correct one.

Lucky for you, however, all of her anger was reserved for Miles Warren, her former favorite professor.

The robed man took an involuntary step back when Gwen took a step towards him. “Gwen, please. I’m doing all of this for you.”

Gwen scoffed. “Right. You cloned a gullible, obedient version of me for my sake. I don’t even want to think about what you might’ve done to her when no one was looking.”

(Cont.)

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Her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles were beginning to turn white. “How could you do this to me? If you really respected me…if you really cared about me-”

“I do care about you!” Warren protested. “I care for you more deeply than you could ever imagine.”

Gwen’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “If you really did, then you wouldn’t have done something like this. It’s wrong, professor. Wrong on so many levels, and unfair to both of us. You can’t just create life on a whim like that. She never got to be a kid, and you’ve already got her dressing up and punching full grown men! There’s no way that doesn’t mess with her development.”

W frowned at that, apparently sensing that they were talking about her now.

“She needs a home. Not a sterile lab.” Gwen pleaded.

Warren shook his head remorsefully, showing more genuine expression than you’ve seen from him in almost a month.

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I’m doing this for you, Gwen. I’m so close to creating a clone that doesn’t suffer from the same genetic defects as W. I…I can bring your mother back, Gwen. It’d be like you never lost her.”

Gwen rocked back on her heels as if she’d been shot. She took a step back, her lip trembling slightly. And then all at once, her muscles clenched, and she shut her eyes so tightly that you almost didn’t notice the tears trying to squeeze their way out.

“No…you can’t. It wouldn’t really be her. Just a convincing copy.”

Her voice was slight–so frail and fragile that you almost didn’t hear it. When Gwen opened her eyes again, they were almost completely yellow, with red veins creeping in from the corners.

“And I don’t need my dad hurting all over again. Not after everything he’s been through. Everything I’ve been through. You’re sick, Warren. You need help.”

You could tell that it was taking everything for her to restrain herself–to refrain from wringing his neck with her bare hands.

For reasons that you couldn't entirely comprehend, Warren actually took a step forward. “You don’t have to suffer anymore, Gwen. Let me help you, and we can find a way to reverse…whatever it is that’s happened to you. I’m on your side. I always have been.”

He reached out a hand for her to take, and Gwen finally snapped. She rushed forward, faster than you’d expected her to be able to move, and reached out to grab him. But before you or anyone else could react, W was already in front of her, intercepting her charge and just barely managing to hold her back. The smaller girl’s feet dug into the ground, but they refused to budge after a certain point.

Both Gwen’s glared at each other, and you knew that a fight would break out if no one did anything to prevent it.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Jump in and break the two of them up.
>Help W to web up Gwen so that you can sedate her.
>Get Pandora and the cloned Silvertongue to restrain them with magic.
>Sit back and let the two of them resolve this themselves. You don’t want to get in the middle of it.
>”I think Warren meant well, Gwen. It’s just that he’s…got a few screws loose. More than a few.”
>”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, Gwen. There was a lot going on at the time, and I had to focus on saving my own family.”
>”Don’t do it, Gwen! You’re gonna regret it later. I know you will.”
>Have someone drag Warren to safety. (Pandora/Silvertongue/You)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

Hey man. I thought you were taking a vacation. I'd love updates every day on the dot but I'd rather you be physically and mentally rested. Take some time for yourself and rest up. We love you bro. In a non gay way. We're all enjoying the quest but I doubt I'm the only one who's worried about you.

>>5585379
>Jump in and break the two of them up.
>>”Don’t do it, Gwen! You’re gonna regret it later. I know you will.”

>>5585379
>”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, Gwen. I wanted to as soon as I found out, but there was a lot going on at the time, and I had no idea how to tell you."
>"And Warren? You know, I still owe you a beating as well, and you have outlived your usefulness for me, so I don't really see why I should stop her from raining righteous fury down on you."
>"But Gwen, I brought you here for her sake. She sees him as a sort of fucked up father figure, because of course she does, she doesn't know anything else. And yeah, it's also true in an equally fucked up way."
>"We need to talk her out of this relationship."

>>5585379
do the Silvertongues have names?

>>5585379
>”My clone had my memories, so it was easy to connect with him. You two will need more time, but you should try talking to each other a while before trading blows.”
Should get Gwen to pull back a bit in shock when it clicks that we have a clone too.
When Gwen inevitably asks why we didn’t tell her,
>”Because I couldn’t take you to meet W at the time. Even if you believed me about Warren, I couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t do this right here and threaten to take her apart to get to Warren. Abel and W don’t deserve to be hurt because of him.”

I’d like to get her focused on W instead of Warren. It’s a better explanation for why I didn’t vote to tell Gwen at the time too.

>>5585570
I thought we kept Abel out of this whole thing so far

>>5585571
Pandora would know about him by now. It’d be news to Gwen, but I’m willing to use that to establish a connection. Feels like a lecture about how to deal with someone cloning you without permission if we don’t admit to being in the same boat. If we do, it’s sharing a personal experience instead.

Besides, Abel is W’s friend too. Seems awkward if W has to keep Gwen and Abel away from each other to keep the fact that we were cloned secret.

>>5585606
alright, then if Abel is already known to Pandora I'd change >>5585560 to
>”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, Gwen. I wanted to as soon as I found out, but there was a lot going on at the time, and I had no idea how to tell you."
>"Not that it'd make you feel any better but he cloned me without my knowledge before he did you, and took my mutation and applied it to her. So, well... at least she can defend herself against unwanted advances."
>”My clone had my memories, so it was easy to connect with him. She... doesn't. so you two will need more time, but you should try talking to each other a while before trading blows.”
>"Oh yeah, Warren? You know, I still owe you a beating for cloning me as well, and you have outlived your usefulness for me, so I don't really see why I should stop her from raining righteous fury down on you."
>"But Gwen, I brought you here for her sake. She sees him as a sort of fucked up father figure, because of course she does, she doesn't know anything else. And yeah, it's also true in an equally fucked up way."
>"We need to talk her out of this relationship. My clone and I already tried, but to no result yet."

>>5585379

>Jump in and break the two of them up.
>”Don’t do it, Gwen! You’re gonna regret it later. I know you will.”

>Write-in.

>"Come on, Gwen! You just said W shouldn't be fighting full grown men. You can't turn around and fight her yourself!
>"The Green Beret has no lines in this play. Whatever you say, whatever you do, Gwen Stacy has to be the one who does it.

>>5585412
I appreciate your concern, anon. I have a habit of pushing myself when I reasonably shouldn't, but I'm not forcing myself to write because I don't want to. I just find that I need to pace myself and take regular breaks in my current condition.

My vacation actually hasn't started yet. It begins on Saturday and ends next Sunday. I've just been calling out of work because of how terrible I feel. Had to call out of work today too.

>>5585421
>>5585570
>>5585617
>>5585969
>”My clone had my memories, so it was easy to connect with him. You two will need more time, but you should try talking to each other a while before trading blows.”
>Jump in and break the two of them up.
>”Don’t do it, Gwen! You’re gonna regret it later. I know you will.”

So far, these seem to have the most support behind them. Would you guys like me to take these, wait for more votes, or let some people change their votes around?

>>5586116
add my vote to w/e

>>5586116
I’m willing to go with that mix.

>>5586116
>>5586120
>>5586141
>Jump in and break the two of them up.
>”Don’t do it, Gwen! You’re gonna regret it later. I know you will.”
>”My clone had my memories, so it was easy to connect with him. You two will need more time, but you should try talking to each other a while before trading blows.”

Taking these, then. Gonna start writing...

>>5585564
They do indeed have names. You can either ask them or someone who knows them if you want to find out.

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Damn! You had a feeling something like this would happen. Gwen didn’t make any promises, after all. And you didn’t expect her to have a tame reaction to finding out that her old teacher was cloning her in secret.

Either way, you couldn’t allow a fight to break out here. If these ladies start their very first interaction by talking with their fists, then it’d make them less willing to interact with one another in the future. And you’d really like for them to have a decent relationship for W’s sake.

Within seconds of them clashing, you were already leaping into the fray, landing beside them and forcing your arms in-between the insanely strong blondes. It was taking quite a bit of effort to hold them both back without getting folded like an omelette, especially when Gwen was this close to going green. You had to calm her down.

“Don’t do it Gwen! You’re gonna regret it later. I know you will.”

Gwen blinked several times, her breathing slowing down slightly as she tried to regain control. At this point, W had stopped trying to push against you, so you were able to concentrate all of your attention on this roided out beast of a woman. Although, it wasn’t helping that your phone was vibrating in your belt pouch this entire time. Whoever was calling would have to wait.

“My clone had my memories, so it was easy to connect with him. You two will need more time, but you should try talking to each other a while before you start trading blows.”

By this time, Gwen was putting those breathing exercises to good use, easing her grip on your hands and forcefully lowering her blood pressure. After about half a minute, she let go completely and let her shoulders go slack. When she opened her eyes again, you could see that they’d returned to a more natural color.

“...Sorry. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.” she said, bowing her head in shame. “I don’t want to be the kind of person that flies off the handle like that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got your back.” you said, still trying to ignore the buzzing in your pocket. It was the same number calling again. One that you didn’t quite recognize.

She offered a weak smile, but it quickly disappeared when she turned to address her clone. “Hey. Are you alright?”

W rubbed at her wrist and flexed her hand a few times before nodding slowly.

“Good. I’m glad.” Gwen said with an awkward chuckle. “Listen, I don’t want to fight you, or hurt you at all. You didn’t ask to be born with my DNA, so there’s not a whole lot we can do to change that. Instead, I want to make sure that you have every opportunity to succeed and flourish. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

W tilted her head to the side, the burning intensity of her curious gaze never wavering for even a moment. “Catching up?”

(Cont.)

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“It means that you’ve got a late start. You never got to learn from your environment or make mistakes like most kids do. You just got dumped into this world as an adult, with little to no regard for your wants or needs.” Gwen explained, punctuating that last part with a glare directed at Warren.

“But we can talk about that later. For now, I want to know more about you. Is W your real name? What are your likes and interests? Do you have any dreams, or-”

W took a quick step back and pulled her mask back over her head. Right, you almost forgot that she was wary of new people.

Gwen looked disheartened by the rejection, but she didn’t let it stop her.

“Sorry. Was that too much? We can go at whatever pace feels comfortable for you. I just want an opportunity to get to know you better.”

W relaxed her posture slightly, and glanced towards you as if to ask whether she was safe to interact with her. You nodded your assent, and the clone allowed her arms to fall back down to her sides.

“Catching…up?”

It was a genuine surprise to hear W’s voice, as she didn’t use it very often at all. She was much more recognizable as a silent, constant presence whenever Warren was in the room.

Gwen looked a bit puzzled, so W clarified her intention by pointing to herself, and then back at her.

“Catching up.”

Gwen’s face lit up in realization. “Oh! You want to catch up with me?”

W nodded. “Yes.”

“Awesome! Do you want to take this to another room so we can have some privacy?” Gwen suggested.

W shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking unsure of herself. She glanced back at Warren, who gave her a warm smile and an approving nod. At the very least, it looks like his fondness for W would never change, even if only made her as part of an experiment.

Finally, W turned back and nodded her agreement. Gwen beamed at her, and looked to Pandora to guide her to a secluded area. Pandora responded immediately, ordering the Silvertongue clone, commonly called Letty, to escort the two of them out of the room.

After they left, the three of you stood in awkward silence.

“I suppose that could’ve gone worse.” Pandora sighed. “At the very least, I’m glad that I sealed away that shield of hers. It could’ve done some real damage if she started throwing it around.”

“She seems so different from how I remember her.” Warren muttered. “She was always strong-willed, but now-”

“She’s a hulked-out super soldier?” you suggested.

Warren nodded absently. “I honestly thought she would’ve wanted to have her mother back.”

“Clones can’t replace real people.” Pandora cut in. “You should’ve known that she’d react negatively to that. Humans are more complex than you think.”

(Cont.)

“Is that why you won’t let me create a clone of you? You’re afraid that it might try to replace you?” Warren asked. “I might be able to recover your lost memories from it.”

Pandora narrowed her eyes, but the way she looked at Warren now told you that she was more amused than offended. “You’ve been trading secrets with Siena, I see. I wonder what nuggets of wisdom you parted with to get that one.”

“Enough to learn why you have that brand.” Warren said, pointing at an intricate symbol on Pandora’s arm that you’d mistaken for another tattoo.

Pandora absently rubbed at the mark, making a complex expression that you couldn’t entirely decipher in the brief time that she decided to let it show on her face. “That kind of information isn’t exactly private. Blabbing about it wouldn’t get you any juicy secrets in return. You made a bad deal, Warren.”

You genuinely couldn’t tell whether these two were arguing or not, but it didn’t exactly make the mood or environment any more welcoming.

What will you say/do?

>”If it’s not a big secret, would you mind telling me about it?”
>”Is Siena the original’s name? I’ve always referred to her as ‘Silvertongue’ in my mind, but now there are two of them.”
>”I think you’d be better off if you stopped cloning sentient beings, Warren. There are less risks involved that way.”
>”I came here to tell you that I’ll be taking W with me today. She needs a better environment to grow up in than this.”
>See if you can’t sneak off and catch up with Gwen and W. Maybe they wouldn’t be entirely opposed to letting you sit in on their girl talk session.
>Try to find someplace with decent reception so you could call that number back.
>Write-in.

Also, are there any places you’re willing to recommend to W?

>Your place. With Cindy away at BVA, you’ve got a vacant room to rent out.
>Madame Webb’s mansion. You don’t want to impose, but you can’t imagine that she’d turn down someone in need. She’ll be well taken care of there.
>Maybe she can stay with Gwen’s dad. The situation would be difficult to explain to him, but she is still technically his daughter.
>The Morlocks probably wouldn’t mind another guest down by the Alley. It’d take some getting used to, but there are worse places to live.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5586354
>”Is Siena the original’s name? I’ve always referred to her as ‘Silvertongue’ in my mind, but now there are two of them.”

>Your place. With Cindy away at BVA, you’ve got a vacant room to rent out.

>>5586354
>”I think you’d be better off if you stopped cloning sentient beings with out their consent, Warren. There are less risks involved that way.”
>”I came here to tell you that I’ll be taking W with me today. She needs a better environment to grow up in than this.”

Shouldn't we let her decide

>>5586354
>>”I think you’d be better off if you stopped cloning sentient beings, Warren. There are less risks involved that way.”

>”Is Siena the original’s name? What's the new one's? 'Genoa'?”

I actually would recommend the Morlocks, but maybe not mention them by name or location.
A group of outcasts (with women and children), who definetely know what it means to be different

alternatively get her an apartment with Abel, she already knows, so the change wouldn't be as severe

or if Gwen is willing and the organization okay with revealing some secrets, bring Dad Stacey into the fold and let her stay with him.

>>5586406
You are letting her decide, but she's never been to most of these places, so she has no frame of reference for which one would be good for her or not. You're not making the decision for her, but you're making suggestions based on what you feel might be best for her development and overall wellbeing.

It's sort of like letting someone pick a random cruise liner for their vacation when they've never been on a cruise, and have no idea as to what activities and amenities would make for a decent to good experience. Sure, it could be a fun and enlightening experience for them to try, but it also might end up wasting your time and money. This is just Ben trying to recommend something that he thinks has the least amount of drawbacks.

>>5586354
>”If it’s not a big secret, would you mind telling me about it?”
>>The Morlocks probably wouldn’t mind another guest down by the Alley. It’d take some getting used to, but there are worse places to live.

>>5586354
>”Is Siena the original’s name? I’ve always referred to her as ‘Silvertongue’ in my mind, but now there are two of them.”
>”I think you’d be better off if you stopped cloning sentient beings, Warren. There are less risks involved that way.”
>”I came here to tell you that I’ll be taking W with me today. She needs a better environment to grow up in than this.”
>Ask Pandora about where you could take a call. Don’t want anyone getting antsy since your phone isn’t secured to their standard or whatever.

For places to live, I’ll go
>The Morlocks probably wouldn’t mind another guest down by the Alley. It’d take some getting used to, but there are worse places to live.
and back >>5586418 in not mentioning the Morlocks directly while we’re here.

Pros to the choice:
>They’re fairly insular, so she’d wouldn’t have to constantly interact with new people.
>They’re used to unique circumstances.
>They’re a community, so it does force her to interact with a larger group of people than she’s used to.
I’m aware the last point is a mixed blessing to her.

Con to the choice:
>Enhanced senses. Sewer. Do the math. Callisto can help with advice, she’s got enhanced smell too.

I’m amenable to offering our place as a crash pad if she needs some distance from others for a few days here and there though.

>>5586388
>>5586399
>>5586418
>>5586528
>>5586541
>”Is Siena the original’s name? I’ve always referred to her as ‘Silvertongue’ in my mind, but now there are two of them.”
>”I think you’d be better off if you stopped cloning sentient beings, Warren. There are less risks involved that way.”
>”I came here to tell you that I’ll be taking W with me today. She needs a better environment to grow up in than this.”
>The Morlocks probably wouldn’t mind another guest down by the Alley. It’d take some getting used to, but there are worse places to live. It'd be best not to mention them by name or location, though.

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>>5586353
>Your place. With Cindy away at BVA, you’ve got a vacant room to rent out.
Us Spider-folks gotta stick together. This also gives Abe and Gwen an excuse to stop by and visit. I feel like we don't get to see much of either of them.

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“Is Siena the original’s name? I’ve always referred to her as ‘Silvertongue’ in my mind, but now there are two of them.”

Pandora nodded, but didn’t take her eyes off of Warren. “She most likely kept it secret so that she could use it as a bargaining chip while you held her captive. Knowing a name can give you power over someone if you’ve got the right mojo.”

Good to know.

“And the other one?”

“We all call her ‘Letty’, because she made it very clear that she doesn’t want anyone other than Siena to know her true name.” Pandora explained. “I suspect she wouldn’t tell you, no matter what you offered in return.”

Smart and cautious. You were beginning to like this “Letty”.

“Did you buy Siena’s name off of her with another secret?” you asked, turning to face Warren.

“That I did. I think she was satisfied with what I offered.” he said with a self-satisfied grin. “And I must say, the economy of secrets maintained by your people is most fascinating. I wonder how sustainable it really is, though. Secrets lose their value the more they’re shared, and some are bound to die with their owners.”

“That’s where necromancers come in. Extracting secrets from the dead is a specialty of theirs. If done properly, it’s relatively harmless, but some of the more sadistic and desperate individuals might resort to torturing souls to get what they want.” Pandora said, a slight sneer to her demeanor. “Part of what we do here is punishing those that would condone or partake in such behavior. Necromancy isn’t exactly illegal, but it’s heavily regulated for obvious reasons.”

“And what about laws on cloning?” you asked.

She and Warren exchanged a look that told you they probably visited this topic often.

“We’re still working out the laws on that one.”

“I think you’d be better off if you stopped cloning sentient beings, Warren. There are less risks involved that way.” you said, returning your attention to the robed scientist.

Judging by Pandora’s body language, she seemed to agree with that sentiment.

Warren scowled at that. “I was told that I would be allowed to progress my research in cloning sentients via your notes on homunculi. Are you trying to change the deal now that you’ve gotten what you want?”

If you were being terribly honest, the only real reason that you still tolerated Warren’s bullshit was because you still needed him to fix the genetic degradation that was inherent in his clones. It sounded like he was real close to making a breakthrough in that field, and you didn’t want to alienate him just yet.

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Pandora sighed and folded her arms over her chest. “I’m not limiting your research in any meaningful way. I’m only saying that you need to be careful of who you clone, and how often you do it. It can cause some real problems if one of your guinea pigs lashes out and decides to trash the facility. Even worse if they manage to escape and start blabbing about some of the things they’ve seen and heard while here.”

Warren looked like he wanted to argue, but Pandora silenced him with a harsh glare.

“What happened today is a good example of what we’re trying to prevent. If we piss off the wrong people, then this whole operation might get scrapped. Even I have bosses to answer to.”

Was she talking about Hill, or someone else?

“It would seem that I’m being limited to cloning beasts and plants purely for your convenience.” Warren said bitterly. “No matter. What I learn here will be enlightening in its own way. There are many secrets to be earned from the ones that walk these halls.”

Pandora watched the strange man carefully after that ominous statement, and you noticed that a few of her rune tattoos lit up suddenly, and winked out just as quickly. Their alliance was a tenuous one for sure, and you wanted no part in it.

“Before I forget, I came here to tell you that I’ll be taking W with me today.” you added, drawing their attention immediately. “She needs a better environment to grow up in than this.”

Warren opened his mouth, closed it, and then shook his head ruefully. “I was afraid it would come to this. I tried my best to give her everything she needed, but I’m no longer capable of that in my current position.”

He looked more sad than angry. Like a father that was seeing his daughter off to college. Deep down, he knew that you were right. W needed room to spread her wings, and a different environment with lots of potential for human interaction. It was the only way she could become a proper human being capable of interacting with the outside world.

Of all your options, you actually thought that the Morlock community would benefit her the most. They were mostly self-sufficient by now, and their tight-knit, insular group wouldn’t think much of the fact that they were dealing with a cloned adult with the emotional maturity of a child. They were used to dealing with all sorts of weird circumstances, after all.

But most of all, you trusted Callisto and Glass to take good care of her. You saw how they acted towards those mutant kids you helped rescue. They were natural guardians, and that’s exactly what W needed right now.

“Just…just make sure that she’s healthy and happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for her.” Warren said, his voice brimming with genuine emotion. “She’ll need to undergo regular treatment as well. At least until I can find a way to correct the errors in her genetic code.”

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You walked over to the sad, pitiful man and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her. She’s my friend too.”

Warren gave you a grateful smile, but it was still tinged with grief and guilt. It wasn’t a perfect solution by any means, but it was the best that any of you could do.

—-------

2 hours later, Gwen and W returned from their little chat, with Letty trialing close behind. Gwen looked like she had more to say, but from one look at W, you could tell that whole ordeal was absolutely exhausting for an emotionally stunted introvert such as her.

The two women had so much to catch up on, but it would have to be served up into little bite-sized chunks. Until W could tolerate interacting with another human for an extended period of time, their next sharing session would have to wait.

When Gwen returned, neither she nor Warren said a word to each other. She did, however, permit W to give him one last long hug before she left her creator’s care.

From there, Letty escorted you, Gwen and W back towards the portal where you’d entered from. The big blonde amazon was taciturn in her behavior the entire way back, with only the news of you having a place for W to stay being the one development she was more or less satisfied with.

After a long walk in near total silence, Gwen finally spoke up.

“How long have you known?” she asked. “About W, I mean.”

You were afraid that this would come up.

>”I learned about her a month ago, but this is the first time that I’ve actually seen her face.”
>”She was introduced to me a little while before the attack on ESU. I wanted to tell you before, but there was a lot going on at the time.”
>”I met her around the same time that I met my own clone. He was taking care of her long before I was.”
>”Judging by how long you guys have been in there, I feel like you already know the answer to that.”
>”I won’t make any excuses here. I didn’t want to tell you before because I was afraid that you’d have a violent reaction to it.”
>Write-in.

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>>5586767
>”About a month now. I first met her when I met my own clone. They’ve been together from the start.
>”As for why I took so long to tell you, I was dealing with a big situation on behalf of someone who really needed my help. Warren’s cooperation was vital and I didn’t want to risk any complications until I was absolutely sure everything was over with.”

>>5586767
>>”She was introduced to me a little while before the attack on ESU. I wanted to tell you before, but there was a lot going on at the time.”
>>”I met her around the same time that I met my own clone. He was taking care of her long before I was.”

>>5586777
Support

>>5586777
+1

>>5586884
+1

>>5586777
+1

>>5586777
>>5586860
>>5586884
>>5586887
>>5586895
>”About a month now. I first met her when I met my own clone. They’ve been together from the start.
>”As for why I took so long to tell you, I was dealing with a big situation on behalf of someone who really needed my help. Warren’s cooperation was vital and I didn’t want to risk any complications until I was absolutely sure everything was over with.”

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>>5586767
>>”I learned about her a month ago, but this is the first time that I’ve actually seen her face.”
>”She was introduced to me a little while before the attack on ESU. I wanted to tell you before, but there was a lot going on at the time.”
>”I met her around the same time that I met my own clone. He was taking care of her long before I was.”

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“About a month now. I first met her when I ran into my own clone. They’ve been together from the start.” you explained, hoping that this would be enough to satisfy her. You didn’t need Gwen flying into yet another Goblin-fueled rage. “As for why I took so long to tell you, I was dealing with a big situation on behalf of someone who really needed my help. Warren’s cooperation was vital, and I didn’t want to risk any complications until I was absolutely sure that everything was over and done with.”

Gwen remained silent for a minute or two as she mulled things over. When she turned to face you, you could see that her eyes were almost completely clear.

“Alright. That’s not a terrible answer.” she said, running a hand through her hair. “I’m guessing that the situation’s been handled, and you don’t need his help anymore? Is that why you brought me here?”

“Yes and no. I still need him to help both clones so that they don’t degrade on a cellular level. They’re still imperfect, and it might take him a little while to finalize the treatment method.”

She frowned at that. “Then they both need him to stay alive. Back when I was still attending his classes, I would’ve said that he wasn’t capable of abandoning anyone in need. But now…”

You patted her arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry. He won’t just abandon them. He thinks of them as if they were his own children.”

She stared into your eyes, trying to find any sign of genuine humanity in the unblinking lenses of your mask. Eventually, she let out a sigh and nodded her understanding. “If you say so. I really thought I understood him, you know. Whenever people called him a creep or a weirdo, I’d always be the first to defend him. I never would have imagined that he was capable of something like this.”

“Believe me, it came as a shock to me too.” you admitted. “I don’t know what someone like that is doing working as a college professor when they could be revolutionizing an entirely new scientific field.”

“But it isn't just that. I never thought he would violate my privacy like this. At best, he’s seen my cloned body naked, and at worst…I don’t even want to think about it.”

Gwen’s face grew pale, and she shook her head to clear it. “I guess I can see why you waited to tell me. At least she won’t have to spend every waking moment with him anymore.” she said, smiling back at W. “Hopefully we can get her that treatment sooner than later, and he won’t have a hold on her anymore.”

“I’ll be checking in regularly to make sure that he’s not slacking off.” you declared. “But for now, I need to see about introducing her to a friend of mine that might be able to provide her shelter.”

(Cont.)

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to come with you. Just to get an idea of where she’ll be living from now on.”

What will you say?

>”I’m not sure if that’d be a good idea. My friend likes her privacy, and she doesn’t take too kindly to strangers.”
>”Trust me. The less people that know where she’s going, the better. It’s for her safety, and the safety of everyone else that lives there.”
>”Sure, why not. Just be sure not to wear anything that obviously ties you to SHIELD.”
>”I don’t think you’d be too keen on going if I told you where the meeting was taking place.”
>”This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”
>Write-in.

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>>5586942
>”This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”
>"I'll have to ask first."

>>5586942
>”I don’t think you’d be too keen on going if I told you where the meeting was taking place.”
>”This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”
>”Sure, why not. Just be sure not to wear anything that obviously ties you to SHIELD.”

>>5586942
>>”Sure, why not. Just be sure not to wear anything that obviously ties you to SHIELD.”
>”This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”

>>5586942

>”This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”
>”Sure, why not. Just be sure not to wear anything that obviously ties you to SHIELD.”

>Write-in.
>Invite Abel or at least let him know about W's relocation.

I think we should consider letting Gwen know our identity given the W and Abel connection to us.

>>5586979
support

>>5586942
>"Sure, but you gotta promise that you won't blab to anybody about where we're going. With these people, their privacy is a matter of safety, not just comfort.

>>5586949
>>5586979
+1 and adding the write-ins from >>5586949 and >>5586993.

We can arrange an initial meet-up somewhere topside so Callisto or whoever can give Gwen and the others the okay.

>>5586949
>>5586950
>>5586967
>>5586979
>>5586980
>>5586993
>>5587038
>”This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”
>"Sure, but you gotta promise that you won't blab to anybody about where we're going. With these people, their privacy is a matter of safety, not just comfort.
>Invite Abel or at least let him know about W's relocation.

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“This isn’t exactly set in stone. I need to make sure that W likes her new environment, or else we’d all be wasting our time.”

“True. But I’d still like to be there to check things out.” Gwen argued.

“Alright, fine. But you’ve gotta promise that you won’t blab to anybody about where we’re going. With these people, their privacy is a matter of safety, not just comfort.”

Gwen placed a hand over her heart and nodded firmly. “I promise not to tell a soul.”

There weren’t a whole lot of people that you could take at face value, but Gwen was one of them. She always said what she meant and meant what she said. The girl was so straight-laced that it almost felt like a crime to try and lie to her.

Now, the Green Beret was another case entirely. Like Jekyll and Hyde, the two were polar opposites. Lucky for both of you, the Green Beret wasn’t home right now.

“Then I’ll let you know when to come meet us.” you agreed.

And you should probably invite Abe as well. He’d want to be in on this. Maybe it would help improve his mood a bit. He’s been feeling down ever since he heard about what happened to dad. You’re not entirely sure of how he feels about Vic, either.

The tall woman beamed at you. “Great! So…who’s she going to stay with in the meantime? Me or you?”

>”Me. I’ve got a room available for her.”
>”If you think you can stop Hill from sinking her claws into her, then you’re free to take her.”
>”Why don’t we let her decide?”
>Write-in.

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>>5587105
>”Why don’t we let her decide?”

>>5587105
>”Why don’t we let her decide?”
>”5 bucks says she’ll pick me. She’ll expect me to ask fewer questions.”
See if we can go back and forth a couple times upping the pot.

>>5587105
>>”Why don’t we let her decide?”

>>5587105
>”Why don’t we let her decide?”
Go on W. Pick a favorite.

>>5587105
>>”Why don’t we let her decide?”

>>5587109
>>5587114
>>5587125
>>5587132
>>5587133
>”Why don’t we let her decide?”

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“Why don’t we let her decide?” you suggested.

Gwen gave you a smug half-grin that told you she was fairly confident in her chances. “Fine. W, who do you want to go with?”

W looked between you and Gwen, and then back again, before calmly stepping behind you. Suddenly, Gwen’s smug grin quickly turned into a scandalized scowl.

“Oh, come on! I thought we were really bonding back there.”

“Sorry, G. She’s known me longer.” you said, not feeling a hint of shame for rubbing it in her face. “Looks like I won the custody battle.”

“Oh, this isn’t over.” she said, before switching gears and pasting a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “W, sweetie. You know you can tell me if he bribed you into doing that.”

The masked clone took another step towards you, and Gwen’s face fell.

—---------

Shortly after being returned to your city, you quickly found that our phone was flooding with notifications of missed calls and texts. Almost all of them were from that unknown number, and you were about to disregard it as a particularly persistent spam caller, when you played the voicemail that had been left for you.

Apparently, Cindy had gotten into a fight at school, and was being held in detention after school. Due to it being a boarding school, you were in no way required to meet with her counselor in person, but they were at least required to notify you and discuss the issue over the phone.

Vic texted you about it, saying that they called her as the emergency fallback contact since you weren’t responding.

“Shit!”

What will you do?

>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.
>Call the school back and let them deal with the situation as they saw fit. Whatever was happening, Cindy would have to learn how to handle things on her own.
>Let Vic go in your stead. You still had to get W settled in at your place.
>Show W how to get to Vic’s place and let her wait there for a while.
>Send W to your place and have her lie low until you got back.
>Pick up some clothes and let W come with you to the school.
>Write-in.

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>>5587360
>>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.

>>5587360
Let Vic go in your stead. You still had to get W settled in at your place.
Fucking teenagers

>>5587360
>Punching out the biggest guy on your first day. That's our girl!
>Go and check on Cindy personally.
The reasons absolutely don't matter. For all we care we're proud that she stands her ground, but she has to know that she is making a bed for her to lie in.

This takes priority, so W can tag along and hang out on a nearby rooftop or something or she can go to our place already, doesn't really matter

>>5587360
>>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.

>>5587360
>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.

>>5587360
>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.
She’s kinda new to the whole “school” thing in general which the academy may not realize. We should pop in and talk to her.

>>5587363
>>5587445
>>5587454
>>5587456
>>5587490
>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.

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>>5587360
>Go and check on Cindy personally. You’d like to get her side of the story first.
No reason W can't tag along.
>Pick up some clothes and let W come with you to the school.

>>5587626
Goddamnit I hate my job

>>5587626
>>5587627
Don't worry! I got yours too, anon!

>>5587628
Really, don't worry about it. I'm just venting my frustrations at being the only person my age stupid enough to work the weekends. It's also not like my input is gonna drastically change what's being written, so really, don't worry about it

>>5587648
Wait it's Friday. Why did I think it was Saturday?

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“Sorry, W. Looks like we’re gonna be taking a little detour.”

The masked woman tilted her head to the side slightly, but didn’t argue as you began swinging your way towards Cindy’s school.

—-------

When you were at least a couple blocks away from the school, you decided to stop and get changed. W was content to hang back and wait while you took care of things, but she was insistent that you take a spider with you when you did.

It took you a minute to realize that she was intending to observe the proceedings through the spider’s eyes and vibration sense. Sort of like a mobile-spy cam. You gingerly accepted the spider and allowed it to crawl somewhere within your jacket so that it could monitor your speech and movements.

Shortly afterward, you were jogging down the halls towards where you thought Cindy was being kept. You actually almost got lost at one point, but you conveniently ran into Miles on the way there, and he pointed you in the right direction.

He had been leisurely chatting with a girl that had thick-rimmed, round glasses and dyed purple hair. But judging from the short distance they were standing from the disciplinary room, you felt that it was fair to assume that they were waiting for Cindy to get out. Or…at least Miles was.

-------

As soon as you entered the room, all eyes fell on you. Aside from the teacher, there were eight kids present. Two of which you were familiar with already. There was Cindy, wide-eyed and clearly embarrassed by this whole ordeal. And her new friend Carlie, the enthusiastic and scholarly blonde who could speak sign language. Right before you’d entered, you were certain that she had been arguing with the teacher about something.

The ones you weren’t familiar with were very obviously delinquents, and were all sporting different types of bruises from what you were sure was an incredibly embarrassing experience for them. Curiously, though, one of the delinquents was sitting a bit closer to Cindy than the others were. He was the only one not throwing her nasty looks. A tall black boy with short dreads, multiple piercings and a stylish hoodie worn over his uniform.

“I’m sorry, who are-” the teacher began, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“I’m Cindy’s guardian. I heard she got into a fight?”

The black boy let out a noise that sounded somewhere between a snicker and a scoff. The other kids in the back glared at him.

“She and my brother were only defending themselves.” Carlie argued.

“'Step'-brother.” the boy lazily corrected.

“Right. But my point still stands. They’re innocent in all this.”

The teacher casually glanced at Cindy, the girl with barely a scratch on her, and then glanced at everyone else, clearly in varying states of disarray. The look he gave Carlie was oozing with skepticism and doubt.

Suddenly, Cindy shot up from her seat, making the kids in the back flinch involuntarily. “I can explain.”

(Cont.)

The teacher gestured for her to continue. She nodded, glanced at the black boy, and then back at you. But as Cindy began to explain, you noticed that her hand movements were more than just wild gesticulation. The story she told with her hands was different from the one that flowed from her mouth. It was something that likely only you and Carlie could pick up on. It was a story that she didn’t want to be publicly known.

What will you do?

>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.
>Let Cindy summarize for you.

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>>5587653
>>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.

>>5587653
>>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.
getting experimental here, Score? I like it

probably the closest degenerate Anon will get to be inside Cindy

>>5587653
>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.
Let's get creative then

>>5587653
>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective
How could I not?

>>5587653
Based different pov. This is why you're the best.

>>5587653
>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.
Interesting way to do a vote for an interlude. I applaud the creativity.

>>5587653
>Let Cindy summarize for you.

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>>5587657
>>5587659
>>5587680
>>5587711
>>5587716
>>5587729
>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.

I'm detecting some seriously based behavior in this thread right now.
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>A little while ago…

Cindy Moon’s first day of school wasn’t going as she’d expected. Sure, her classes weren’t as challenging as she’d been led to believe, and the established dress code saved her the embarrassment of having to worry about whether her clothes were lame or not, but there was an entirely different aspect to attending school with other students that she had failed to fully comprehend. And that was…”other people”.

Being sheltered for a good portion of her life and having to live out of a supposedly vampire-proof bunker had resulted in her social skills not being nearly as developed as she might’ve liked. Pair that with the fact that she wasn’t even able to speak for several months, and you got an overly-conscious bundle of nerves named Cindy Moon.

Things always seemed so easy when Ben, Flint, Victoria and Richard were around. And with her parents…

Well…she didn’t want to linger on her memories of them for too long. Not today. She had to keep her chin up. She’d have time to cry about it later.

At the very least, Ben’s pain-staking efforts gifted her with the basic ability of speech, allowing her to freely communicate with her peers. This common tool, one that most people surely took for granted, was invaluable to her in making connections with potential friends.

Miles and Carlie had been nice when her ability to communicate had been severely limited, but she enjoyed being able to respond to their comments and inquiries at a moment’s notice.

However, with great power comes an even greater burden. Cindy was undoubtedly excited to have the ability to speak once more, but…she also missed having an excuse to be silent and just listen while others carried conversations around her.

When you were quiet for too long, people always either assumed that you were anti-social, standoffish, bored, or just plain boring. And the fact of the matter was…Cindy didn’t have a whole lot to talk about. Outside of her own duties as Khonshu’s warrior, her life wasn’t terribly interesting!

She wasn’t caught up on any of the new shows that’d been coming out on those streaming services. Sure, she played games and watched movies at Ben’s place, but during these past few months, she’d kept her nose to the grindstone and focused on studying and training. She was so behind on everything! She’d barely even had time to work on her own art.

What was she supposed to tell them?

“Sorry, I didn’t have time to watch the latest season of ‘You’. I was too busy training with the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and a Warrior-Priest for a Moon God!”

Like they would believe that! And even if they did…they’d probably think she was a weirdo for bringing it up in casual conversation.

Cindy didn’t think she said anything weird during lunch, but the anxiety she’d felt from not contributing to the conversation in a meaningful way was something new to her. Everyone else just seemed so much more interesting and…dynamic than she was.

(Cont.)

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Maybe Ben was right. She’d been pushing herself too hard, lately. All work and no play makes Cindy a dull girl. And no one wants to make friends with a dull girl. Especially not the daughter of a mafioso!

Cindy didn’t know why she ever thought she could work up the nerve to talk to someone like that. She was pretty, smart, sociable, and pretty much instantly popular as soon as she’d walked through that front door. If Cindy didn’t know any better, she might’ve thought that Saya had a year-long head-start on her for making an unforgettable high school debut.

Cindy shook her head and lightly slapped her face a few times, trying to drag her thoughts out of the depressive mindset she’d created for herself. The day wasn’t over yet!

Cindy actually managed to make friends. Kind, understanding people who were patient enough to talk to her when she couldn’t talk back. She wouldn’t take them for granted. She would continue challenging herself and boldly moving towards a bigger and brighter future!

…Right after she took a moment to catch her breath. Socializing with strangers took a lot out of her, and she needed to center herself if she was going to avoid making an absolute fool out of herself. How many hours were there in a school day again?

A sudden pained grunt, followed by the sound of derogatory laughter brought Cindy back to reality. She didn’t actually know where she was on campus. The only thing that mattered about the location was its secluded nature. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone here. So what were those kids doing back there?

Cindy’s eyes narrowed as she attempted to focus on the group. Three people standing, one curled up on the ground. Were they ganging up on some poor kid!?

Crap! She needed to find a teacher or a security guard!

…No, they wouldn’t make it in time. There was a fifth kid acting as a lookout that she hadn’t noticed right away. They’d be gone long before anyone could punish them for their wrongdoings.

No one else was around, and Cindy was likely the only person nearby with the ability to put an end to this.

She clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and ran into the fray without an ounce of hesitation or doubt in her mind. It was so strange to her how focused she would become during combat now, as opposed to her mental state during a mildly uncomfortable conversation.

The results of her time training under Marc were becoming clear every time she went out on patrol with him. He’d taught her something that he dubbed “the combat trance”. It pushed out the unnecessary, often intrusive thoughts, and allowed her to focus on what was important in the heat of battle.

(Cont.)

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The closer Cindy got, the more she realized that these kids were all clearly bigger than her. Just the mere size of them wasn’t enough to intimidate her, though. She’d often been outnumbered and outweighed in most combat scenarios. She’d come to expect it. Her speed and agility was her best tool, and she doubted that any of these kids were capable of keeping up with her, let alone landing a solid punch.

“Leave him alone!” Cindy shouted, coming to a stop as a particularly pudgy boy stepped out to intercept her. This must be the lookout.

All at once, the bigger kids turned around to spot the source of the disturbance. And when they did, they immediately began laughing and hurling insults at her.

“It’s cool! I’ve got this.” said the boy on the ground. He didn’t sound very convincing in his current state.

“Get lost, you little midget. Freshman aren’t allowed back here.” the lookout growled.

Cindy’s nostrils flared.

“Midget”!? Sure, she might be a bit shorter than some of the other kids that went here, but she was in the middle of a growth spurt!

“Hey, I think you hurt her feelings, bro.” called out one of the other boys.

“She’s about to get more than her feelings hurt if she doesn’t beat it.” he said, towering over her.

Cindy gave him a flat, unimpressed look. This must’ve been enough to push him over the edge, because he squared his shoulders and attempted to push her.

Keyword: “attempt”.

Cindy’s hands blurred, and she’d slapped his hands aside, circled behind him and taken out his knee before he even had a chance to realize what had happened. The lumbering oaf stumbled, swinging and arm back to strike at the Korean hellcat that had so easily dispatched him.

But his arm caught nothing but air as it sailed over Cindy’s head. In the blink of an eye, she’d brought her own arm up and delivered a swift palm strike to his left ear that sent him to the ground, moaning pitifully.

When Cindy turned to face the others, she was mildly surprised to learn that his so-called friends showed very little concern for the large boy’s well-being, and were far more interested in demeaning him for “getting his but kicked by a girl”.

But even more surprisingly, the boy that had once been getting thoroughly thrashed by the three remaining bullies was now standing alongside them and giving Cindy an incredulous look.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked. Now that Cindy got a closer look at him, he looked like quite the delinquent himself. He wore multiple piercings, and had an unfriendly aura about him.

Cindy frowned at him, confusion clear on her face.

“Aww, what’s the matter, Cooper? Can’t take your own lumps, so you brought a girl to take them for you, huh?” one of the boys said mockingly.

The “Cooper” boy sneered at him. “Yeah, ight. I don’t even know who she is.”

(Cont.)

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“Either way, she interrupted your ‘initiation’. We’re gonna have to take it from the top, and start all over again.” said the one standing opposite to his fellow bully.

Initiation? What are they-

“Hey yo, that’s some bullshit!” the Cooper boy complained.

The first bully feigned mock sympathy and roughly gripped the collar of his hoodie. “Quit complaining and get ready for round 2, freshie. We’ve got to teach this one a lesson before word gets out that a little girl took one of us out. They’d never respect us after this.”

Cindy barely respected them now, but it sounded like she had misjudged the situation somehow. This Cooper boy apparently wanted to get beaten up! Public school kids are so weird…

One of the taller boys approached Cindy, taking on a stance that told her he had at least decent training in martial arts. Tai Chi from the looks of it. She knew a bit of that, too.

The boy opened with a flurry of flowing strikes, all of which Cindy easily parried by swatting them aside, absorbing their kinetic energy and returning it to him with an elbow to his solar plexus. The boy collapsed to the ground in a heap, stunning the other two into silence. The whole encounter might’ve lasted anywhere from 5 to 8 seconds. Cindy wasn’t counting.

No one was laughing or throwing taunts at her now. They’d finally realized that they were dealing with a legitimate threat. And if they were regular street thugs, their next reaction wouldn’t have been terribly surprising. But for students, it was more than a little jarring.

“Aw, fuck this.” said one of the boys, picking up a nearby plank of wood, clearly ready to whack Cindy over the head with it. The one next to him had found a rusty metal pipe somewhere, and was likely prepared to the same as his friend.

Weapons? Really? No way they’d get off with a light suspension after something like this. They’d be lucky if the police weren’t forced to intervene.

Well, there was nothing for it. She would have to disarm these two and…wait a minute. What was the Cooper boy doing?

The boy who had just been getting stomped out as part of his ‘initiation’, the only one without a weapon, was tapping one of the bullies on the shoulder. And as soon as he’d turned to glare at him, the Cooper boy’s fist was slamming into the side of his face!

The guy with the pipe staggered forward, allowing Cindy to follow up with a high kick to his chin. His legs gave out after that.

The one remaining bully wasted no time in turning on your fellow freshman, swinging wildly with the splintered plank of wood, hoping to land a lucky hit. The Cooper boy bobbed and weaved, narrowly avoiding each swing and searching for an opening of his own. So Cindy decided to give him one.

(Cont.)

>>5587779
>Everyone else just seemed so much more interesting and…dynamic than she was.
FUCKING NORMALFAGS
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY QUEST AND MY LIFE
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
I felt like doing that. Figured it was warranted if nobody else would

She ran up to him, preparing for the incoming swing that would undoubtedly come from the frightened punk. And when it did, the Cooper boy had the presence of mind to duck, allowing Cindy to effortlessly flip over the weapon and push off of the other boy’s back as she came down to land.

Like a cornered rat, the armed bully’s only thought was to fight his way out. He tried to back up and prepared another swing, but the Cooper boy managed to clip him with a swift uppercut. The bully staggered backward, completely unprepared for the spinning kick that Cindy delivered to his chest.

The boy fell back, clutching his chest and wincing in pain. Cindy and the “initiate” were the only pens left standing. They both exchanged appraising looks.

“What about your ‘initiation’?” she asked in a mocking tone.

The Cooper boy grinned, and then winced as he wiped a trickle of blood away from his split lip. “Nah, those guys were lame as fuck, anyways.” he said, giving the one closest to him a swift kick to the gut.

Cindy was about to reply, but her honed reflexes warned her of the charging behemoth moments before he barreled into her. The bigger kid had gotten up at some point during the fight, and he looked pissed!

And right when Cindy was preparing to bring him down again, the school’s staff were rushing in to diffuse the situation. Someone must’ve seen the fight and squealed.

Good. Now that they were here, you could-

“You’re all in big trouble!” one of the faculty members shouted.

Wait, what? Did he just say “all”?

But she was just-!

She was only trying to-!

Cindy sighed and put her hands up, allowing the adults to march her towards whatever disciplinary hearing they were prepared to subject her to. She was almost certain that she’d completely blown her high school debut.

—-----

After hearing Cindy’s explanation, how did you feel?

>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.
>You were actually sort of a amused. You met some of your closest friends in fights, and it sounded like she just made another one.
>Disappointed. She should've called a teacher in the first place. This whole situation might've been avoided then.
>More than a little pissed. That kid's stupid initiation caused Cindy to get in trouble on her first day of school!
>A bit confused. You're not sure why she didn't just explain all of that out loud. None of it sounded terribly incriminating.
>Write-in.

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>>5587795
schizo moment

>>5587798
>A bit confused. You're not sure why she didn't just explain all of that out loud. None of it sounded terribly incriminating.

>>5587798
>You were actually sort of amused. You met some of your closest friends in fights, and it sounded like she just made another one.
We already know she’s not the sort of person to pretend they didn’t see someone getting beat up.

If she’s uncomfortable with socializing, she should just beat up more bullies and make friends that way. Take the magical girl “friendship through superior firepower” route.

I kid, but I would be willing to sign that after the meeting to poke fun at her.

>>5587805
+1
>Ben recalls the bullying moments in his past, both with and without Vic there to save them

>>5587798
>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.
>More than a little pissed. That kid's stupid initiation caused Cindy to get in trouble on her first day of school!

>>5587795
Cringe bro

>>5587798
>You were actually sort of a amused. You met some of your closest friends in fights, and it sounded like she just made another one.
>A bit confused. You're not sure why she didn't just explain all of that out loud. None of it sounded terribly incriminating.

>>5587653
>Witness the story from Cindy’s perspective.
Initiate CindyQuest!

>>5587798
>>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.
>>More than a little pissed. That kid's stupid initiation caused Cindy to get in trouble on her first day of school!
If we can take her aside for a private talk she needs to know that life isn't fair and school doubly so. Cops don't like vigilantes either.

>>5587823
Oof, slowpoke.
>>5587798
>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.
Zero-tolerance is a bitch. We’ll have to explain that to her when we get the chance.

>>5587798
>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.

>Write-in
>Back her up in whatever story she tells the teacher.

Maybe she doesn't want to run afoul some 'zero tolerance' policy and get suspended on her first day. If no one saw, and the delinquents won't admit being beat up by a girl...

>>5587807
+1

>>5587862
+1

>>5587798
>>A bit confused. You're not sure why she didn't just explain all of that out loud. None of it sounded terribly incriminating.

>>5587802
>>5587805
>>5587806
>>5587807
>>5587820
>>5587824
>>5587861
>>5587862
>>5587907
>>5587902
>>5587925
>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.
>Back her up in whatever story she tells the teacher.

Haven't gotten this many votes in a while. CindyQuest really is bringing in all the readers.
Also, it's genuinely impressive how every single vote other than the first option I took is tied for 3.

Anyways, writing...

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Outwardly, your expression was stern and wooden. But inwardly, you were overflowing with pride for your ward. She really stuck to her guns and tried her best to stick up for the little guy. So you tried your best to stick up for her as well.

During her admittedly impressive demonstration of simultaneously telling two different stories, the teacher repeatedly interrupted her story to comment on her strange behavior. Surprisingly, Carlie picked up on her plan fairly quickly and jumped in to say that she was having Cindy tutor her in ASL, and was using this as a “prime learning experience”.

The teacher neither liked nor believed their excuse, but he had no real way of confirming the story for himself, seeing as how he didn’t know ASL, and the gestures Cindy was throwing up were ultimately harmless.

You supported these claims, saying that the two had been conducting study sessions over the phone all summer. The teacher had no choice but to accept this as well.

You had no idea how much of Cindy’s story Carlie was able to interpret, but judging from her facial expressions, you were willing to guess that she’d learned enough to figure out just how much of a badass her new friend was.

And as far as you knew, the teacher was the only one in the room that was unaware of what had truly unfolded out there.

“I think it’s clear here that Cindy didn’t do anything wrong. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” you said, sparing a glance at Carlie’s Step-bro. “Same with Mr. Cooper here.”

The boy raised an eyebrow at that, but tried his best to keep the smirk off of his face. He was just lucky that in her tailored version, he was an innocent victim. No one seemed to have truly bought that part, though.

“As such, I’ll be pulling her out of detention for today.” you declared, gesturing for her to stand beside you.

She tried, and failed, to keep the smirk off of her face.

The teacher sputtered and tried to object, but you quickly shut him down by citing that most schools don’t hold priority over parents and legal guardians. It’s entirely their choice as to whether their child can and will be subjected to disciplinary measures in some cases. There are even times when students themselves can refuse to attend detention. You can learn a lot from a few quick google searches and a decent amount of research.

The teacher didn’t look too keen on arguing the matter with you further, and you were already halfway out the room when Cindy skipped after you to put an early end to her detention.

“Bye, Cindy! See you tomorrow.” Carlie said, giving her a friendly wave and a warm smile.

“Catch you later, Karate Kid.” her brother added.

Cindy winced slightly at that, but managed a sheepish smile and an awkward wave in return.

“Andre, be nice.” his stepsister chided.

He gave her a half-hearted shrug, got up from his seat and prepared to leave the room as well.

(Cont.)

“Oh, no you don’t! You’re staying right there until we can sort you out.” the teacher demanded.

Andre rolled his eyes and flopped back down in his seat. It didn’t look like he or his stepsister were going anywhere anytime soon.

Now that Cindy is temporarily off the hook, what will you do?

>Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.
>Let her meet back up with her friends. They seem like a decent sort. Everyone other than that Andre kid, at least.
>Take her out to eat. It may be a bit weird to reward someone for getting detention, but she looks like she’s had a long day. Plus, it would be a good environment to sit her down and talk her through some important things.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Costumes:
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>>5587973
>Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.
Going to have to take care of W too

>>5587973
>>Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.

>>5587967
>>5587973
Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.

>>5587973
>Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.
Hey, it’s a “punishment” for doing “wrong” since she’ll be “grounded” for a day. No one can complain.

Plus W is still hanging out. Though maybe she’d be better off seeing how Cindy interacts around her peers? I’m realizing that socially they have more in common than I thought.

>>5587798
>You were silently overflowing with pride. She stuck to her guns and tried to defend someone who she thought was in trouble.
I can see why she left out a fair few details. Namely the fact that she had actually thrown the first punch AND that Cooper was willingly getting jumped in at first.

>>5587973
>Take her out to eat. It may be a bit weird to reward someone for getting detention, but she looks like she’s had a long day. Plus, it would be a good environment to sit her down and talk her through some important things.

>>5587973
>Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.

>>5588010
+1

>>5587974
>>5587975
>>5587983
>>5587994
>>5588030
>Take her home for now. They may not decide to suspend her, but she could probably use a quick break to catch her breath and relax. At least for tonight.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5588369
>"sorry I couldn't respond faster, I was in a different dimension."

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For the time being, you would be taking her and W home with you. She might not be getting suspended right away, but you had a feeling that she could use a break from all this. Just for tonight.

Cindy traded a few words with Miles on her way out, assuring him that she wasn’t being expelled or suspended, and would most likely be back by tomorrow morning. Together with W, you waited while Cindy went back to her dorm and gathered up some things she’d need for an overnight stay. You figured that it would just look weird if you followed her back there. Or maybe it wouldn't. You had no real frame of reference for a situation like this.

“How much of that did you understand from that whole exchange?” you asked.

She glanced over at you, and then back at the spider she was gingerly cradling in her hands. “Most of it, I think.” she said in a hushed tone. “The boy got hurt on purpose? Why?”

You’d tried your best to explain the reality of the situation to her, just to see whether she could keep up or not.

“Could’ve been for some gang initiation. Or, it might just be something that those kids do to anyone that they accept into their friend group. I’ve seen that sort of behavior before.” you explained. “They pick on the new guy and take turns kicking the shit out of him. After a little while, they stop picking on him as much and a new guy shows up to take his place.”

W made a thoughtful noise as she used her hands as a bridge for the spider to use as a method to travel to her other arm. “Weird.”

You nodded. “Kids do crazy and stupid things if it means that they might become accepted by their peers.”

“Why?”

You shrugged. “People want to be liked. By somebody; by everybody, in some cases. There isn’t a single soul on this planet that doesn’t care what the people around them think to a certain extent. Everyone cares about someone, and they want someone to care about them.”

W made another thoughtful noise. “You too?”

You flashed her a friendly grin. “Yeah. Yeah, me too.”

The rooftop fell silent after that. Will you try to keep the conversation going while you wait?

>”How’d you feel about ‘catching up’ with Gwen? Do you think you’d like to do it again?”
>”Are you really alright with leaving Warren? I know he must be important to you.”
>”Is there anything you’d like to do when we get home? I’ve got games, movies, snacks, a big wheel; you name it.”
>Call Callisto and put her on speaker so that she and W can chat a bit before your meeting.
>Call Sam about setting up a meeting with Reed Richards and Va Nee Gast.
>Wait in silence until Cindy returns.
>Write-in.

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Costumes:
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>>5588397
>”How’d you feel about ‘catching up’ with Gwen? Do you think you’d like to do it again?”
>”Are you really alright with leaving Warren? I know he must be important to you.”

>>5588397
>”Is there anything you’d like to do when we get home? I’ve got games, movies, snacks, a big wheel; you name it.”
>Call Callisto and put her on speaker so that she and W can chat a bit before your meeting.

>>5588397
>Call Callisto and put her on speaker so that she and W can chat a bit before your meeting.

>>5588397
>"It's not that easy for teenagers, figuring out who the people are that they should care about. They barely even know who they themselves are supposed to be."
>"But they also need to trust the wrong people and learn why it is so important not to easily put your trust in some."
>"And the younger you are to learn that, the less severe of a mistake you make while doing so."
>”How’d you feel about ‘catching up’ with Gwen? Do you think you’d like to do it again?”
>Call Callisto and put her on speaker so that she and W can chat a bit before your meeting.

>>5588397
>>”How’d you feel about ‘catching up’ with Gwen? Do you think you’d like to do it again?”

>>5588447
>>5588486
>>5588647
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>>5588823
>”How’d you feel about ‘catching up’ with Gwen? Do you think you’d like to do it again?”
>Call Callisto and put her on speaker so that she and W can chat a bit before your meeting.

Taking these. Writing...

How do you roll dice on this site?

>>5589662
This is copy-pasted from the opening post in this thread:

How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.

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“How’d you feel about ‘catching up’ with Gwen? Do you think you’d like to do it again?”

W spun an ultrathin layer of webbing along her hands and fingers, watching closely as the spider crawled around and between them. “Maybe. She was…interesting. Different. Nice like Abel, but not as…’patient’?”

She tilted her head to the side, and quietly repeated the word to herself a few times before nodding. “Yes. Patient.”

“She was probably just a little excited to meet you. You’re like a sister to her, you know.” you said.

W lowered her hand allowed the spider to crawl off of her hand. “Family...”

You nodded. “That’s right.”

W turned and stared directly into your eyes, her bland mask making it difficult to determine her mood or expression.

“Catching up is nice.” she said. “I’ll teach Gwen patience next time, like Abel.”

Now that was something that you desperately needed to see. But it would have to wait until after you spoke with Callisto.

“Would you like to meet another one of my friends today? I swear she’s not as talkative as Gwen.” you suggested, pulling out your phone.

W glanced down at your phone, and then back up at you. “More patient?”

Well, you wouldn’t exactly say that…

“Sort of?”

W hummed thoughtfully, before nodding and correcting her posture so that she faced you fully. You gratefully accepted her permission and dialed the number. It took several tries before anyone picked up, but Callisto’s voice came through loud and clear over the phone’s speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Callie. I’ve got a huge favor to ask. There’s this friend of mine that needs a place to stay for a while, and I was hoping that you might be willing to meet up with her so that the two of you could get acquainted.”

“...Okay. Who exactly are you trying to pawn off on me?” she asked.

“She’s the, uh…genetic clone of one of my friends. She might have a bit of spider DNA too, honestly.”

For a good, long while, there was silence on the other end of the line. You imagined that the sentence was a lot to take for most normal folk, but you and Callisto didn’t exactly meet that qualification anymore.

“Right. Not a terribly uncommon case, I’m sure.” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “So is there any way I can get in contact with this person before the meeting, or am I gonna have to use you as a proxy?”

“She’s actually here with me right now. Say hi, W!”

“Hi.” W obediently complied.

Callisto waited for her to say more, but the rest never came.

“I don’t know, Huntsy. This one might be liable to talk my ear off if you brought her down here. You’ve got a real chatterbox on your hands.”

(Cont.)

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“I figure you’ve got enough of those down there already, so this one shouldn’t bother you too much.” you shot back. “You’ll barely even notice she’s there.”

Callisto scoffed. “I’ve heard that one before.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”


“You’re not hearing a no ‘yet’. We’ll see how she does with her audition tomorrow. I’ll pick the time and place.”

“Sounds good to me. I hope you won’t mind if we’ve got someone else sitting in on the meeting. She’s the person that W was cloned from.” you added.

Callisto sighed. “So long as it’s only one other person, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

“Cool. Got any closing statements, W?”

The strange girl’s posture stiffened slightly, and she lowered her head so that she could speak into the phone more clearly.

“Thank you.”

Callisto chuckled with the same sort of disarming warmth you’d heard when she interacted with the mutant children. “Yeah, don’t mention it. It’ll be my first time meeting a clone hobo, so I guess I’ll have that to look forward to.”

You thanked Callisto and set up a location for the meeting to take place aboveground. Shortly afterward, Cindy showed up with a fully packed bag, and wearing what you assumed to be gym clothes instead of her normal uniform.

She expressed genuine surprise upon seeing W with you, but wasn’t terribly put out about it.

Together, the three of you swung home and traded stories about the day you were all having.

—----------

By the time you’d returned, Flint was already there watching TV on the couch. He raised an eyebrow when you unmasked in front of W, and was even more dumbfounded when she unmasked in front of all of you as well. The old W never would’ve done something so compromising to her sense of security, but she probably figured that there was no longer a point in hiding her face around your group.

Cindy examined her facial features with open-mouthed shock. “Wow. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding a face like that under a mask this whole time! You’re so pretty.”

W’s clear blue eyes carefully tracked Cindy’s every movement. “I’m…pretty?”

Cindy nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah! Like a model.”

To your surprise, W actually smiled at that. She reached out and ran a hand though Cindy's hair, eliciting a gasp from her. “Pretty.”

As W squished and massaged Cindy’s face against her will, you cleared out a space for the two of them to get settled. “Hey, Flint. Looks like we’re having company tonight.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” he said, glancing over at the two girls. “Couldn’t stand another second bein’ around those preppy snobs, huh? Can’t say that I blame her.”

(Cont.)

“They’re decent kids. For the most part, at least.” you muttered. “She got into a fight with a couple of shitheads that were kicking the stuffing out of some kid, and they gave her detention for it. Zero tolerance and all that.”

Flint groaned. “Oh it’s one of those schools? What is it with these places and punishing kids for standing up for themselves?”

“It’s probably because they don’t think they can trust the students or their friends to be honest about who started it.” you said. “But yeah, it’s a shitty policy. Hopefully they won’t try to suspend her over this.”

“If they do, then the principal might mysteriously find their car filled with sand the next morning.” Flint offered with an evil grin on his face.

That was a mighty tempting proposition…but you didn’t want to kick the hornet’s nest so soon after the incident. For now, you would try to relax and hope for the best going forward.

What will you do with the rest of your night?

>Play a few 4-player party games to lift everyone’s spirits!
>Set up the Prowler’s projection and do a movie marathon!
>Order takeout and invite some more people over to hang out. (Who?)
>Call Sam about setting up a meeting with Reed Richards and Va Nee Gast.
>Get in contact with Silvermane and inquire more about his metahuman recruitment drive.
>Call Anastasia. It's been a while since you've heard her voice.
>Write-in.

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>>5589730
Meant to say "Prowler's projector"

>>5589730
>>Set up the Prowler’s projector and do a movie marathon!

>>5589730
Bit of everything.
>Play a few 4-player party games to lift everyone’s spirits!

I don't know what W ate so far, I don't judge Warren as a cook, and we know Abel wouldn't be as we split up before our cooking classes.
>Cook with Cindy and W

>Set up the Prowler’s projector and watch some movies to mellow out the evening.
Cindy needs to know the Karate Kid reference.
And some movies that should be a bit of common knowledge for someone W's apparent age, like Lord of the Rings.
Though after Karate Kid and Fellowship it'll likely be late enough to go to sleep already.

Also
>Call Sam about setting up a meeting with Reed Richards and Va Nee Gast.
I don't want to delay that any further, as it's only setting up a meeting, nothing that would interrupt the evening itself.

>>5589730
>>Play a few 4-player party games to lift everyone’s spirits!

after that
>Call Anastasia. It's been a while since you've heard her voice.

>>5589730
Movies and popcorn with chocolate syrup

>>5589730
>Call Anastasia. It's been a while since you've heard her voice.
>Call Sam about setting up a meeting with Reed Richards and Va Nee Gast.
>Play a few 4-player party games to lift everyone’s spirits!

>>5589730
>Set up Prowler’s projector and do a movie marathon!
Should be a fun way to expose W to regular human culture.
>Get in contact with Silvermane and inquire more about his metahuman recruitment drive.
If he's gearing up for another gang war, we should probably be in the know.

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>>5590570
>Play a few 4-player party games to lift everyone’s spirits!
>Set up the Prowler’s projector and watch some movies to mellow out the evening.

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“Hey, Flint. You in the mood to play a few party games? I figured it would help Cindy get her mind off of school stuff, and W could use the experience.”

He gave you a broad smile, as if he’d been desperately searching for something to do anyway.

“What’d ya have in mind?”

—------

Over the next few hours, you and the others burned through several of the board games, co-op games and competitive multiplayer games you had stashed away for just such occasions.

The board games were perhaps the most balanced of the bunch, as they required equal parts strategy and luck. W had gotten a bit confused during some parts, and would either request help from you or Cindy. Although, she probably would’ve gotten better advice from Flint if she’d bothered asking. He was almost always in the lead in whatever you played.

Due to his complicated condition, the big guy didn’t have to sleep very often, if at all. This gave him more than enough time to master whatever games you had lying around the place. But he was still a good sport about it, and would only gloat occasionally. If anything, Cindy and W didn’t seem to be annoyed by Flint’s winning streak, and instead saw him as an obstacle to overcome.

Card games were a bit more balanced in your favor, since you were confident in your poker face. Flint’s was decent, but there were times where his facial features would shift involuntarily. Cindy was perhaps the most obvious when it came to determining whether she had a good or bad hand. And W…well, you were still trying to figure her out. She was great at concealing her thoughts, but absolutely awful at arranging a useful hand.

At the very least, you were able to fall back on the staple party game that literally anyone could play. Because in Uno, everyone was equal.

—----

You didn’t expect her to pose much of a challenge tonight, but she managed to surprise everyone when you moved onto video games. Fighting games might not have been the best choice or opener for a beginner, but Flint and Cindy were getting so caught up in their rivalry that they almost neglected your new guest.

Now, you weren’t a slouch either, but Flint and Cindy had simply put more time and practice into this game than you had. Unbeknownst to you, the amount of hours that they’d put into it was almost staggering! Maybe Cindy wouldn’t mind getting an extra copy for her dorm…

Anyway, the pair took turns thrashing you and W via tournament rules, switching back and forth with your controllers as everyone attempted to dethrone the current king.

Cindy held the title the longest, preferring to stick to her mischievous playstyle that relied on mix-ups and cross-ups that you often wouldn’t see coming.

Flint was close behind, leaning on the qualities of inherently strong characters that empowered themselves with super armor and relied on devastating command grabs.

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You and W managed to score the occasional odd win, the two of you preferring to play different characters and switch up your playstyles for the fun of it.

But the more you kept playing, the more W learned. And she was a fast learner.

By the tenth set, W was already hard-reading every other player and punishing them for the tiniest little error in their playing styles. Right when it was getting downright scary and demoralizing to go up against her, you all made the rational decision to switch games for the sake of your collective pride.

The co-op games offered a nice change of pace, forcing you all to rely on one another to stay alive and fight off hordes of monsters as you progressed through the level. This was where W needed the most guidance. You would often find yourselves slowing down in order to allow her to catch up and learn the game. She had no idea what the items did, which weapons to use, what strategies to stick to, or what classes and characters offered her the most advantages based on her preferred playstyle.

Your time playing the game ended up being one big tutorial for the cloned blonde to figure out how to play. But she seemed to be enjoying the challenge, and no one really got frustrated by her lack of knowledge.

Besides, the more she got stuck, the more she would ask for help. And having her communicate with you at all was a new and exciting development. With each and every interaction, you could sense her start to come alive in her own right, and she was that much closer to becoming a real girl.

—-----

A little while later, once you were all a bit burned out on games, you fired up the Prowler’s projector, popped in a movie, sat back and let yourself relax. The first movie you chose made Cindy groan.

It was the Karate Kid Part 1. You doubted that she’d ever seen it, and you felt that it was mildly important for her to understand the reference that Andre made.

To say that it was nostalgic for you and Flint was an understatement. You had to catch yourselves a couple of times just to avoid talking through the whole movie. A couple times, you spotted W imitating the moves she was seeing some of the characters act out. The motions of “wax-on, wax-off” seemed to amuse her to a certain degree.

“I’m glad Matt didn’t train me by making me wash a car…” Cindy muttered. She’d made many such comments during the movie, and absolutely couldn’t resist pointing out that Daniel won the competition with an illegal move that rightly should’ve seen him disqualified. You’d seen and heard similar arguments before, but you often found that the Rule of Cool made for more memorable and impactful moments in cinematic history.

The next movie was Cindy’s choice, and it was some horror movie that came out a few years back that you hadn’t bothered seeing. It was admittedly decent, and it got a few good laughs out of you all during some of the cheesier scenes. But W, on the other hand, seemed to be taking the jumpscares rather poorly.

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She had quite literally jumped out of her seat and clung to the ceiling after one of the more clever ones, and you had to pause the movie in order to calm her down long enough to get her back on the ground.

You suggested stopping the movie after that, but the girl bravely tried to tough it out. You compiled with her wishes, but you made sure to huddle around her and hold her hand for the remainder. There were a few times where you thought she’d squeezed your hand hard enough to break it, but you all somehow made it through.

For the next movie, you all thought it’d be best to let W choose. Her decision was almost instant, and you couldn’t help but smile when you saw the movie she’d picked.

Kung Fu Panda. A Dreamworks classic.

It was a nice, comfy movie. Exactly what she needed after that last one. Her expressions and innocent questions and comments were priceless. It almost reminded you of when you’d watched movies with Pete and Richard.

Once again, W fidgeted and twitched with anticipation, eager to try out some of the moves she’d seen in the movie. You told her to at least wait until after it was done before she got up from her seat and started bouncing around, and she complied.

After the movie ended, you were sure to give everyone a break so that you could grab a snack, use the bathroom, and just stretch your legs. But considering how late it was, you weren’t very surprised when Cindy passed out in the middle of the last movie.

You and Flint had the pleasure of joining W in her first time watching the Lord of the Rings. Her eyes were wide wide with childlike wonder, and she asked a lot of questions that you couldn’t answer without spoiling the movie, but you absolutely loved every moment of it.

There was something incredible about introducing something that made a huge impact on you to someone else, and watching it happen all over again. You hoped that Morlocks could do this for her during her time down by the Alley.

What will you say?

>”Do you like the name W, or would you like a proper one?”
>”You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family.”
>”Do you want to borrow the trilogy before you leave? I’m pretty sure they’ve got a DVD player down there now.”
>”How about we go clothes shopping in the morning before the meeting? You need more than one pair of clothes if you’re going to be moving out.”
>Nothing. Just sit back and enjoy the movie.
>Write-in.

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>>5591031
>”How about we go clothes shopping in the morning before the meeting? You need more than one pair of clothes if you’re going to be moving out.”
>”Do you like the name W, or would you like a proper one?”.”
>”You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family.”

>>5591038
+1

>>5591038
+1

>>5591031
>”You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family.”
>”Do you want to borrow the trilogy before you leave? I’m pretty sure they’ve got a DVD player down there now.”

>>5591031
>”You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family.”
>”Do you want to borrow the trilogy before you leave? I’m pretty sure they’ve got a DVD player down there now.”
>”How about we go clothes shopping in the morning before the meeting? You need more than one pair of clothes if you’re going to be moving out.”
>Remember to ask how many games the Morlocks have. Maybe you can pick up some more for them as a “thank you” gift from W to the crew.

>>5591031
>>”Do you like the name W, or would you like a proper one?”
>>”You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family.”
>>”Do you want to borrow the trilogy before you leave?”
Don't tell her yet where it is. Callisto might still reject her (although I don't think she will)
>>”How about we go clothes shopping in the morning before the meeting? You need more than one pair of clothes if you’re going to be moving out.”

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>>5591154
>”How about we go clothes shopping in the morning before the meeting? You need more than one pair of clothes if you’re going to be moving out.”
>”Do you like the name W, or would you like a proper one?”
>”You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family.”
>”Do you want to borrow the trilogy before you leave?”

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“How about we go clothes shopping in the morning before the meeting? You’ll need more than one pair of clothes if you’re going to be moving out.”

W looked at you, looked at her suit, and then nodded hesitantly.

“This Abe fella never bought you anything nice?” Flint asked.

“He did. I left most of it behind in the lab.” W answered. “Old lab, I mean. They let us borrow robes at the new lab.”

She must be talking about the WAND base.

“You’re welcome to drop by and visit if you ever want to do this again. As far as me and Abel are concerned, you’re family. I’ll even let you borrow the trilogy before you leave.” you said.

She gave you a small smile. “Thank you. That sounds nice.”

She was about to open her mouth to say something else, but then closed it and pointed at the projector. “I don’t have one. Do you have another?”

You and Flint chuckled.

“I’m sure we can figure something out.”

You were pretty sure that the Morlocks still had a working DVD player, but it wouldn’t hurt to check with Callisto first.

A few minutes later, somewhere around the time where Frodo has a harrowing encounter with the Witch-King, you glanced over at W again. She must’ve sensed your gaze, because she somehow managed to peel her eyes away from the screen long enough to stare right back at you.

“Do you like the name ‘W’, or would you like a proper one?” you asked.

She frowned in confusion. “Why would I change it?”

You shared a look with Flint, before nodded at W with an encouraging smile. “You have the unique opportunity to reinvent yourself. You don’t have a past or any legal documents that strictly identify you as an individual. Your name can be whatever you want it to be.”

The look on her face told you that what you had just told her was very new information. Did Abel never talk to her about this, or was she attached to it because Warren gave it to her?

“Which name should I pick? Do you know any good ones?”

What will you say?

>”If you like ‘W’, you’re welcome to keep it. It’s not necessary to change it just because someone tells you to.”
>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”
>”Hmm. I’ve got a good one.” (Write-in.)
>”Once we meet up with Abe, we can talk with him about it. I’m sure he’ll have some suggestions too.”
>Write-in.

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>>5591326
>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”

>>5591326
>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”
>”If you like ‘W’, you’re welcome to keep it. It’s not necessary to change it just because someone tells you to.”
>"You could always pick something that starts with a W so it could still be your nickname"

>>5591326
>”If you like ‘W’, you’re welcome to keep it. It’s not necessary to change it just because someone tells you to.”
We shouldn't have said anything, now she'll name herself Legolas or something

>>5591326
Let her pick but mention Arwen.

>>5591326
>”I’m better at code names than real names.”
>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”
I’d think Wendy (short for Gwendolyn) myself. I think she’d need to see more of the trilogy to think of that though.

>>5591326
>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”

>>5591326
>>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”
>>”But I’ve got a good one.” (Write-in.)
Morgan, like from the Arthur legend. Like Gwen.

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>”That’s something that you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”

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“That’s something you should decide for yourself. Take your time thinking about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something great.”

W made a thoughtful noise and returned her attention to the movie, but you were certain that the gears in her mind were spinning all night.

—----------

The following morning, you got up a bit early to make Cindy’s lunch for her again and saw her off to the bus stop. She was nervous about returning to school again and facing her peers after the “Karate Kid incident” as it was now being dubbed. Miles’ words, not hers.

She would be a bit behind in her schoolwork, and she hadn’t really had the opportunity to meet her roommate yet, but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t recover from, and you told her as much.

You were certain that Cindy would be fine. Kids had a way of overblowing their problems and making them out to be more serious than they needed to be. It was all a part of growing up, and she had a lot of growing to do.

After you saw her off, you returned to the Desperado base to find W awake and waiting for you. You’d given her some loose fitting clothes to wear over her suit for the time being. A ratty hoodie and sweats that you wouldn’t miss if she decided that she’d like to keep them.

You only had so much time before the meeting with Callisto and Gwen, and you needed to get this done before then. The only problem was that you didn’t have a whole lot of experience with buying women’s clothes. Cindy at least had an idea of what was socially acceptable to wear in public, while W likely had no such prerequisite qualities.

You’d need someone who could give you a bit of perspective on the matter. But who would you invite?

>Julia. She probably wouldn't be opposed to taking a little excursion.
>Black Cat. You’d both need disguises, but you were confident in her knowledge on fashion.
>Victoria. She could probably use some new clothes herself. You wouldn’t even mind if she brought Pete along.
>Angela. You haven’t hung out with her in a while, but she probably wouldn’t mind picking out W’s wardrobe.
>Abel and Flint. You don’t think that they’d have much more experience than you do, but W would most likely appreciate the company.
>On second thought, maybe you could find someone to take her in your stead. (Who?)
>Nobody. You’re sure that you’ll be able to manage on your own.
>Write-in.

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>>5592175
>>Black Cat. You’d both need disguises, but you were confident in her knowledge on fashion.
I think she'd throttle Benny if she found out she missed this.

>>5592175
Victoria and pete. BC might be a little too much for W at the moment. Especially since she's so impressionable.

>>5592175
>Black Cat. You’d both need disguises, but you were confident in her knowledge on fashion.
>Victoria. She could probably use some new clothes herself. You wouldn’t even mind if she brought Pete along.

>>5592175
>Victoria. She could probably use some new clothes herself. You wouldn’t even mind if she brought Pete along.

>>5592175
>>Julia. She probably wouldn't be opposed to taking a little excursion.