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Ever since you arrived here in Vegas, you’ve been present for a number of strange and incredible occurrences. A criminal circus troupe with a hypnotic and megalomaniacal Ringleader. A surprise Dazzler concert, out of the blue. A gang of aliens-in-disguise that ran a sci-fi themed casino. A demon with an impressive, if not ostentatious, casino that peddles in people’s souls as collateral for their considerable debts. A robotic replica of a Hawaiian Lava god, who just so happens to be a gangster, a hotel owner, and your current employer. The latter of which was currently lecturing you on why it was wrong to go behind her back, obliterate her competitor’s place of business, and fight an army of demons in a pit that had opened up in the middle of the city.

And it might’ve been a bit more believable, if it hadn’t been for the series of conflicting emotions playing across Gloria’s features. She was the robot Goddess/hotel owner/employer you’d mentioned earlier. She went by Gloria Munoz in public, but she sometimes answered to “Pele” when she wanted to throw her weight around. She did not like being called by her serial number, however. When that happened, her usually straight hair would coil and undulate like a tangle of snakes, making it appear as if she were floating in water. But that was only when she got really angry.

That wasn’t happening now, so you weren’t too worried about being boiled alive. Gloria was so caught up in her own monologue that she hadn’t seemed to have properly acknowledged Elsa’s presence in the room. The monster hunter wasn’t in a hurry to make herself known, and was instead content to sit back and watch as the woman paced back and forth in her office.

Gloria was clearly very pleased by Degli’s misfortune, and was simultaneously excited and worried about how he would respond. And then there was the pit of demons to worry about. If those things got out, then you’d have a real problem on your hands.

You suspected that Ana and Elsa would be the ones hunting them, but you wondered whether Degli would just sit back and let them do that. Whatever you did, you knew that you’d need to be better prepared than you were when you first dove into that pit. Whether it was better weapons, better gear, a better plan, or all of the above, you didn’t want to have to gamble with your life, or the lives of your teammates a second time.

But before you did any of that, you would have to wait for Gloria to finish her rant.

“Degli’s going to be on a warpath, you know. He won’t just take this sitting down. Sure, he’s in an incredibly vulnerable position right now, but I worry that he might redouble his efforts to find and punish whoever was responsible for this.”

(Cont.)

She didn’t sound like she’d be winding down anytime soon, though. Cat was trying very hard to stifle a yawn, and the Prowler was just standing with his back to a corner in the back of the room. He and Ana were probably the only ones paying full attention to Gloria’s words.

Meanwhile, Flint was secretly playing a game on his phone by hiding it in the palm of his hand.

What will you do/say?

>”We’re 99% sure he’s a demon. He’s been offering up contracts to people in exchange for their souls.”
>”You don’t understand. We had to knock that casino down. It held the souls of all the people that were indebted to Degli. He wasn’t just a crook. He was a straight up supervillain!”
>”I think we’re past the point of following the core tenets of The Family. Degli’s been lying to all of you, and he’s got an army of demons in his basement. That should give you enough of a reason to take away his seat at the table, at the very least.”
>”Pardon the interruption, boss. But we’ve got a serious monster problem in the city, and our chief monster hunter is waiting patiently for you to finish. I’m sure she’s got some suggestions for how to deal with it, right?”
>”Let’s worry about that later. First, we need to make sure that those monsters can’t flood into the city or escape through the underground tunnels. How many cops do you have on your payroll?”
>Stay quiet and let Anastasia address the issues at hand.
>Ignore her and stealthily send a text to the Morlocks. You’re probably going to need their help to deal with this.
>Ask for Gloria’s help in experimenting with the stolen alien artifacts you procured.
>See if you can’t use this chaos to leverage some of Gloria’s extensive resources. (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5698035
>”Pardon the interruption, boss. But we’ve got a serious monster problem in the city, and our chief monster hunter is waiting patiently for you to finish. I’m sure she’s got some suggestions for how to deal with it, right?”
>”We’re 99% sure he’s a demon. He’s been offering up contracts to people in exchange for their souls.”

>>5698035
>>”Pardon the interruption, boss. But we’ve got a serious monster problem in the city, and our chief monster hunter is waiting patiently for you to finish. I’m sure she’s got some suggestions for how to deal with it, right?”
>>Ask for Gloria’s help in experimenting with the stolen alien artifacts you procured.

>>5698035
>>Stay quiet and let Anastasia address the issues at hand.

>>5698035

>”We’re 99% sure he’s a demon. He’s been offering up contracts to people in exchange for their souls.”
>Ask for Gloria’s help in experimenting with the stolen alien artifacts you procured.
I kinda wanna ask Vic to look at the silver gauntlets with the whole Quantum Entanglement angle.

>Send a text to the Morlocks. You’re probably going to need their help to deal with this.
We can switch Prowler and Cat out for the fight and put them in charge of our exit plan. They weren't really feeling the whole 'jump straight into Hell' thing for some reason.

>Write-in
>Ask Elsa about demon slaying weapons, either to borrow one, or enhance our gear/artifacts for the job.
Prepare for the Hunt.

>>5698080
>>5698115
>>5698123
>>5698382
>”Pardon the interruption, boss. But we’ve got a serious monster problem in the city, and our chief monster hunter is waiting patiently for you to finish. I’m sure she’s got some suggestions for how to deal with it, right?”
>”We’re 99% sure he’s a demon. He’s been offering up contracts to people in exchange for their souls.”
>Ask for Gloria’s help in experimenting with the stolen alien artifacts you procured.

Taking these. Writing...

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You loudly cleared your throat, stopping Gloria dead in her tracks.

“Pardon the interruption, boss. But we’ve got a serious monster problem in the city, and our chief monster hunter is waiting patiently for you to finish. I’m sure she’s got some suggestions for how to deal with it, right?”

Gloria paused, and then folded her arms impatiently. Elsa flashed a confident smile and nodded.

“That’s right. There are a few ways that we can go about this. We can set up a large-scale banishment spell, which should greatly decrease the amount of bloodshed it’d take to slay them all by hand. On the downside, though, we’d need a crazy amount of resources, and a considerable amount of time to even set up a ritual big enough to send them all back down to hell.”

“And we don’t have that time.”

Elsa nodded once more at Gloria.

“Exactly. Not unless we could ensure that they couldn’t get out. And that brings me to my next suggestion. We use Sandy here to clog up the hole.”

She jabbed a thumb at Flint, who was now being forced to pay attention to what was going on around him.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. We don’t need you to fill up the pit entirely—but that’s certainly an option if you’re up for it—we just need the entrance covered and the walls sanded down so that they can’t climb up or fly out.”

Flint inhaled a sharp intake of breath that he didn’t need.

“That’d take a LOT of sand! I’d pretty much have to swallow up the whole desert.”

“It won’t do us any favors in the PR department, either. Robbing a bank is one thing, but stealing an entire desert?”

Despite her words, Cat looked mildly amused, and even a bit excited by the prospect of committing such a hysterically record-breaking heinous crime. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t looking forward to it, at least a little bit.

Ana groaned unhappily from where she stood.

“But that still doesn’t eliminate the possibility of the creatures tunneling their way out. Do we know if the underground tunnel network extends out as far and deep as to provide them with a means of escape?”

Gloria bit her lip and glanced at her thoughtfully.

“I don’t know off the top of my head, but I can find out.”

Elsa clapped her hands together and stood.

“Lovely. And while you do that, we’ll prepare for the extreme likelihood of our third method.”

No one had to ask what that was. The plans were currently: Banish them, trap them, or kill them. It was all fairly straightforward.

Gloria made a thoughtful noise.

“And Degli? We still need to deal with him.”

“We’re 99% sure that he’s a demon. He’s been offering up contracts to people in exchange for their souls.”

Gloria frowned and she looked to everyone else for confirmation, as if she’d been expecting this to be some huge joke. No one laughed.

(Cont.)

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“We suspected that he wasn’t just some normal human, but this—this changes everything.”

The synthezoid woman practically radiated fury and quite literally radiated sweltering heat, her dark hair writhing behind and around her.

“You wish for us to hunt for him as well?”

There was a wild look in Ana’s eyes now. She looked all too eager for Gloria to give her the go-ahead.

An evil grin spread across the hotel owner’s face.

“Oh, we’ll do more than that. I want to string him up by his balls and nail them to the fucking wall.”

It dawned upon you then that nearly every woman in this room would take great pleasure in hunting Mr. Degli like a wild animal.

“Take whatever you need and do whatever you have to do, Desperados. Just get it done. You have my full support in this matter.”

Well now, it’d be rude to waste an opportunity as big as this.

“Then I’m gonna need some help trying to figure out the alien artifacts that we stole from Rollo’s place.”

Prowler added a request as well.

“And some new gear.”

Gloria nodded, her hair falling back into its normal shape.

“Done and done. Anything else?”

Elsa grinned at her.

“We’ll write up a list.”

—------

Which device will you experiment with? (Feel free to state the method through which you intend to experiment with them, or if you have a specialist you would like to consult.)

>Pocket Dimension Storage Vial
>Deactivated Darkhawk Android
>Skrull Handcuffs
>Nega Bands

Also, which plan would you like to consider from Elsa?

>Trap the demons underground by burying them under several hundred tons of sand.
>Help Elsa prepare for her hunt. You and Ana would most likely be the only ones able to keep up with her. Maybe she’ll let you borrow a few things from her personal collection.
>Aid Gloria in procuring the vast amount of ingredients necessary for banishing those demons. She can probably get you whatever you needed, so long as it was within reason.

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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5698874
>Pocket Dimension Storage Vial
>Help Elsa prepare for her hunt. You and Ana would most likely be the only ones able to keep up with her. Maybe she’ll let you borrow a few things from her personal collection.

>>5698874
>Nega Bands
>Aid Gloria in procuring the vast amount of ingredients necessary for banishing those demons. She can probably get you whatever you needed, so long as it was within reason.

>>5698874
>Nega Bands
>Help Elsa prepare for her hunt. You and Ana would most likely be the only ones able to keep up with her. Maybe she’ll let you borrow a few things from her personal collection.

>>5698874
>Nega Bands
>Help Elsa prepare for her hunt. You and Ana would most likely be the only ones able to keep up with her. Maybe she’ll let you borrow a few things from her personal collection.

>>5698883
>>5699006
>>5699105
>>5699489
>Nega Bands
>Help Elsa prepare for her hunt. You and Ana would most likely be the only ones able to keep up with her. Maybe she’ll let you borrow a few things from her personal collection.

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Ultimately, you decided that Elsa’s tried and true method of slaying demons the old-fashioned way was probably her best suggestion. That way, no one would have to worry about an army of demons living beneath Vegas. Something told you that that would greatly affect tourist traffic in this area.

Predictably, Cat and Prowler decided to take a backseat for the planning phase. They offered to help if the hunt required some measure of subtlety or subterfuge, but you had a feeling that this next part was going to be relatively straightforward. Flint didn’t really need to be present for much of the planning, either. When you were a virtually invincible pile of sentient sand, you didn’t have to worry about much. All he’d have to do was hit whatever you pointed out to him. If only you could be so lucky.

Like the Prowler, you intended to upgrade your gear, so you wouldn’t be left feeling so vulnerable against creatures that could and would tear you limb from limb if given the chance. But you weren’t thinking as small as making a few web bombs. No, you needed something truly impactful if you were going to make a difference in the coming battle.

And that meant experimenting with the tech that you stole from Rollo. Specifically, the silver Nega Bands that Hobie told you about. The simple-looking trinkets were apparently the most valuable objects that you managed to steal from the underground storage unit.

The question was, how did you intend to go about examining them?

>By putting them on, of course. They probably wouldn’t teleport you halfway across the universe. Probably.
>Maybe you could give your sister a call and tell her to put Va Nee Gast on the phone. She was an old alien. Maybe she knew a thing or two about Kree technology.
>Gloria did say that she knew a scientist who specialized in “Magi-tech”. Maybe she could loop you guys into a video call or something.
>Write-in.

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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5699521
>Maybe you could give your sister a call and tell her to put Va Nee Gast on the phone. She was an old alien. Maybe she knew a thing or two about Kree technology.

>>5699521
>>Maybe you could give your sister a call and tell her to put Va Nee Gast on the phone. She was an old alien. Maybe she knew a thing or two about Kree technology.
that could work

>>5699521
>>Maybe you could give your sister a call and tell her to put Va Nee Gast on the phone. She was an old alien. Maybe she knew a thing or two about Kree technology.

>>5699606
>>5699662
>>5699714
>Maybe you could give your sister a call and tell her to put Va Nee Gast on the phone. She was an old alien. Maybe she knew a thing or two about Kree technology.

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At first, you thought about calling a specialist, but then you remembered that you had the next best thing on speed dial. And seeing as how this was an emergency, it somehow felt fitting for you to have this particular person set as your emergency contact. Like, what could be more urgent than an army of demons hiding below the surface of a city?

Nodding to yourself, you committed the plan to action by calling your alien step-sis.

“Hey, Ben. What’s up? Enjoying your trip?”

“Hey, Vic. For the most part, yeah. I’m meeting a lot of interesting people over here. I went to a spa, saw Cirque du Soleil, and even got to see a Dazzler concert in person!”

Victoria inhaled sharply as soon as you mentioned Dazzler, gasping in surprise.

“Shut up! No you didn’t!”

“Yeah, I did! I even managed to get a picture of her.”

Victoria groaned with jealousy.

“Agh! You’re so lucky! I’ve always wanted to go to a Dazzler concert in person, but her tickets sell out so fast. How was it?”

“Well-”

“No, don’t tell me! I bet it was amazing! If I knew, I would’ve come with you!”

“Sorry. I didn’t find out until the last minute. I’ll bring you with me during her next tour. Until then, I hope you’ll accept this peace offering.”

You sent her the picture you and Ana took with Dazzler. Your sister let out a loud squeal that forced you to pull the speaker away from your ear.

“OH MY GOD, IT’S REALLY HER! I’m so jealous! Wait…who’s this girl next to you?”

“I’ll tell you later. I need to talk to ‘Van’ real quick. It’s kind of an emergency.”

“Oh? Is everything alright?”

The concern in your sister’s voice was clear, so you tried your very best to downplay the severity of the situation.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just stumbled upon some alien tech, and I wanted her opinion on something.”

“Oh…okay, I’ll go get her. Don’t hang up before I come back, though.”

“I’ll be here.”

“Alright. Give me a minute.”


There was silence on the other end of the line for a minute or two. And when Victoria spoke again, it was in a tone that you were unfamiliar with.

“Hello.”

“Heya, Van. How goes it?”

“That is not my name?”

She wasn’t so much irritated as she was confused.

“Well, it’s easier than saying your full name, so I’m thinking of using it from now on.”


You thought you heard a small sigh from the other end of the line.

“If you must. I assume that this was not the true purpose of your call.”

“Right you are, Van. You see, I happened to stumble upon a pair of Nega Bands on one of my most recent adventures, and I wanted to ask you a few questions about them.”

After a brief pause, Victoria responded, a bit of awe creeping into her usually clipped, dry tone.

“Truly? How did one find its way to Earth?”

(Cont.)

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“A bunch of aliens brought it here. I just, uh…confiscated it.”

“I see. That is quite the valuable find. What do you intend to do with them?”

“Well, I’d like to put them on, but I’m told that there’s a chance of them teleporting me halfway across the universe if I’m not careful.”

“Ah. You speak of Quantum Swapping.”

“So you’re familiar with the concept.”

“Yes. I’ve encountered a few people who used the technology to further the goals of the Supreme Intelligence. But if my memory serves correctly, Quantum Swapping must be initiated by both parties. It cannot occur if one of the linked users does not consent to it. That is, unless the Bands are severely damaged and in need of repair.”

“How can you tell if they’re damaged?”

“Do you have them with you now?”

“Yeah. Do you mind if I pull you into a video call?”

“I will require assistance if I am to take part in such a thing.”

Despite being a member of a super advanced alien race, helping Van navigate your sister’s smartphone felt a little like providing tech support to your grandma. She did eventually get it, though, and her blue face filled the screen as she accepted the video call. Only, she was too close to the screen, and you could practically see her pores.

“Back up a bit, Papa Smurf. Check it out.”

You flipped your camera around to show her the Nega Bands lying on the table. She hummed thoughtfully, tilted her head to the side and leaned in to squint. Her fingers were sliding across the screen, to no avail.

“Enhance.”

When nothing happened, she frowned a bit.

“Computer, enhance.”

Siri answered before you did.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“I-I can just move it around for you.”

“Your technology is terrifyingly primitive at times.”

“Hey! This phone isn’t more than 3 years old. I just haven’t had time to get a new one.”

You moved the phone and the gauntlets around a bit, making sure that Van could see them from every angle before making her judgment.

“I do not see anything obviously wrong with them. Putting them on should be safe.”

“Should be?”

“I am not there to inspect them in person. Unless you would like me to travel there to meet you, this is all I can provide. Trying to explain the technology behind such complex devices would take far too long.”

Hm. Knowing her, she probably could just teleport here in the blink of an eye. It would give you peace of mind, but you weren’t sure how safe it would be. There was still a demon army hiding in the city, and you didn’t want your sister teleporting within the range of dangerous criminals who would like nothing more than to get some dirt on you and leverage your weaknesses. There was also the matter of her laying low in your sister’s house.

(Cont.)

Although, it probably wouldn’t be too much of an issue if she was in and out. It’s not like she’d be teleporting into a public area.

What will you do?

>Put them on. You trust her judgment.
>See if you can’t get her to come and check them out in person real quick.
>Put them away for now. You want to show her something else. (Pocket Dimension Storage Vial/ Deactivated Darkhawk Android)
>Write-in.

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Contacts:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5699884
>>Put them on. You trust her judgment.

>>5699884
>Put them away for now. You want to show her something else. (Pocket Dimension Storage Vial)
Seems something she would know

>>5699884
>See if you can’t get her to come and check them out in person real quick.
As long as she is in and out. I think she is more powerful than the 'dangerous criminals' anyway.
>You want to show her something else. (Pocket Dimension Storage Vial)

>>5699884
>>Put them away for now. You want to show her something else. (Deactivated Darkhawk Android)

>>5699884
>>Put them away for now. You want to show her something else. (Pocket Dimension Storage Vial)

>>5699887
>>5699958
>>5699963
>>5700232
>Put them away for now. You want to show her something else. (Pocket Dimension Storage Vial)

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As tempting as it was to try the Nega Bands on now, you wanted to have your alien friend examine something else while you had her here. Just in case something really did go wrong.

“Setting that aside for now, what do you think about this?”

You moved the camera slightly to include the weird flashlight thingy in the frame. Now, Va Nee Gast didn’t have visible pupils. Her blue skin and white hair made her alien heritage obvious to anyone that looked at her, despite her otherwise human facial features. But there was no mistaking the look on her face when her eyes suddenly shot open.

“Is that…where did you get that?”

You shrugged, but then you realized that she couldn’t see you so you flipped the camera around.

“Same place. An underground bunker run by alien gangsters. Why? Is it important?”

“There was one just like it in the Collector’s possession. I wonder…”

Several seconds after Van went quiet, her background suddenly changed. She went from being indoors to outside in an instant.

“Uh…Van? Where did you-”

Another jump. And then another. They were coming more rapidly and frequently now, until-

“May I see it?”

“GAH!”

You jumped, nearly dropping your phone in surprise when you saw her standing directly in front of you, her phone still in hand. There was an echoing reverb that resulted in a feedback loop, due to your close proximity to her.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“Quantum Entanglement. We share a connection that transcends time and space. It is a very similar concept to that of the Nega Bands you have in your possession.”

“Oh. Well, that’s cool, I guess.”

Van impatiently gestured for you to give her the device once more.

“Yes, it is very ‘cool’. Now, the device…”

You slowly handed it over and she gratefully took it. Van ran her fingers along the cylindrical body of the device as well as the curving, segmented claws placed around the head. Eventually, she reached around to the back, where one would normally load batteries into a flashlight. With a twist and a pull, a new compartment came apart, displaying a series of curved, trapezoid shaped slabs of metal.

She marveled at the strange things, a satisfied grin warming her usually cold features.

“Fascinating…”

“What is it?”

“This is a Pocket Dimension Storage Vial. They are incredibly rare, even for some of the wealthiest of empires.”

She never took her eyes away from the thing as she spoke. Instead, she reached out and offered a metal trapezoid to you. You carefully accepted it from her.

“Yeah. I’m surprised you know what it is.”

“I have lived a long time, Ben. Place that device on the back of your wrist.”

(Cont.)

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You did as she asked, and the black lump of metal clung to your hand as soon as it made contact. An exoskeleton of thin, flexible material crawled up the affected limb, tracing the bones in your fingers even as you moved them.

“What’s this for?”

“It allows us to leave the pocket dimension after entering it.”

“Wait. You want to go in there!?”

Vsn didn’t seem to think much of your panicked reaction. She was busy calibrating the wrist-mounted device for something or another.

“I very much would, yes. Be sure to take the Nega Bands with you. It would not do to leave them unattended.”

Once she was done with whatever it was that she was doing, she picked up the portal generator and carefully affixed it to a surface where it wouldn’t move while you were gone.

“It is fortunate that the device’s previous owner programmed a number of preset environments for us to explore.”

“Explore? Why are we going inside in the first place?”

She turned and gave you a look that made it seem like you’d just asked a dumb question. You almost forgot that she used to be an explorer before she started running from her father.

“Why wouldn’t we? Do you not know of this device’s intended functionality?”

You shook your head. Van paused to consider this, before nodding her understanding.

“You see, the Collector once used this as a prison to hold some of his more dangerous and unpredictable prizes. But after it was stolen by a ‘Lady Marguerite Hellbender’, many of the creatures inside escaped and the storage vial was lost. The pocket dimension contains its own sustainable atmosphere, with varying climates that can be adjusted via precise programming. If the user is skilled enough, they can even generate entirely new areas within the Pocket Dimension. Inside, you will be capable of freely interacting with anything that was previously transported there.”

“So…the cars that I accidentally sucked in there when I first activated it…”

Van nodded.

“They will most likely be there, but I am unsure as to which environment they will end up in.”

What do you think about all of this?

>This is huge! The Desperados just got a new base of operations in the form of a pocket dimension!
>You’re wondering if the Morlocks would be up for moving here. It’d definitely be better than living down in the sewers.
>This thing is going to make it so easy to rob places and kidnap people!
>You might be able to stage a prison break with this thing. You could use a few potential candidates for Silvermane’s team.
>You’re thinking that you want to dive into a pocket dimension and start exploring!
>It’d probably be a good idea to refrain from jumping straight in there without backup. There could still be some dangerous wildlife roaming around.
>Write-in.

>>5700494
>This is huge! The Desperados just got a new base of operations in the form of a pocket dimension!
>You’re wondering if the Morlocks would be up for moving here. It’d definitely be better than living down in the sewers.

>>5700494
>You’re thinking that you want to dive into a pocket dimension and start exploring!

Now we have a place to put our Big Wheel and Jump Ship (when we get it back) and dangerous enemies while they wait for SHIELD pick up. Could have used it to keep that cannibal guy on ice.

>>5700494
>>This is huge! The Desperados just got a new base of operations in the form of a pocket dimension!
>You might be able to stage a prison break with this thing. You could use a few potential candidates for Silvermane’s team.
>You’re thinking that you want to dive into a pocket dimension and start exploring!

>>5700494
>This thing is going to make it so easy to rob places and kidnap people!
>You're thinking that this thing could be used to appease that Collector guy when he shows up so he won't host the Hunger Games on Earth.
>You should probably at least leave a note to your team that you're exploring the pocket dimension before you hop in.
>Ask Van that if you ever get accidentally sucked to the other side of the universe through the Nega Bands if she'd notice and could somehow come pick you up.

I'm not sure if the Morlocks are up to live in a pocket dimension that's literally been used as a prison and where their entire situation hinges on the person carrying it around.

>>5700494
>>You’re thinking that you want to dive into a pocket dimension and start exploring!

>>5700495
>>5700511
>>5700552
>>5700556
>>5700632
>You’re thinking that you want to dive into a pocket dimension and start exploring!
>This is huge! The Desperados just got a new base of operations in the form of a pocket dimension!

Taking these. Writing...

>>5700556
>You're thinking that this thing could be used to appease that Collector guy when he shows up so he won't host the Hunger Games on Earth.

Different guy. This guy doesn't have much sway over her father's decisions.

>>5701357
>Different guy. This guy doesn't have much sway over her father's decisions.
what do you mean "guy"?
I meant "he had a Pocket Dimension Storage Vial(TM) before, he might want another one", or did he get it back with the collection inside plundered?

>>5701373
Ah, I thought you were confusing the Collector with the Grandmaster. You don't know the whole story, but Van's suggesting that this might have been the very same one that was stolen from the Collector. This is custom tech that not many people in the galaxy have access to. She isn't sure if he ever managed to get another one.

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When she put it that way, exploring a customizable pocket dimension actually sounded pretty fun! And if it was safe enough. Maybe, just maybe…you might get a new base of operations of out it!

“You know what? That actually does sound pretty fun. Let’s do it!”

Van smiled. It was a rare expression for her to wear.

“I see that I’ve found a kindred spirit in you. It will be nice to get out and stretch my legs.”

She pressed a button on her controller and the projector spun up like it had when you’d first activated it. In an instant, the two of you were bathed in crimson light, and you were sucked into the pocket dimension with the force of an ant being abducted by a vacuum! You tried to scream, but the noise was lost in the high pitched warbling that seemed to surround you from all sides. Before you were enveloped completely, though, you had just enough time to snag the Nega Bands on the table with a webline.

For a moment, time and space stretched around you in a swirling tunnel of bright, colorful bands that appeared to flow outwards and inwards alternatively, and you were worried that you might be stuck in transit like this for the rest of your life. Then, you landed in a field of purple flowers, and the brief period of melodrama subsided.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up and took a look around. The field of flowers expanded outwards as a flat plain in front of you, and behind you, there was a downward slope that led down to a beach with pink sands and seemingly normal looking water. The sky was rich with color as well. Patches of purple light shone through orange clouds, giving the extradimensional space an otherworldly atmosphere. You were just lucky that you could breathe in here.

Va Nee Gast was standing beside you, glancing around at her surroundings with an appreciative smile. She closed her eyes and breathed in deep, taking a few steps forward as she did.

“This is incredible…! How big do you think this place is?”

“It’s hard to say. We would have to comb through the code used to create this simulated region.”

Van rose into the air slowly, turning around and around with her arms spread out. She really did look at peace out here. Maybe even a little happy. Now that you thought about it, she’d basically chosen to imprison herself in her own mind for an entire year. And while time might be relative for a creature as old as her, a year in prison was still a year in prison.

A flock of oddly shaped birds flew overhead, but she paid them no mind. You absently wondered if they were virtual or organic. Maybe some of the creatures that were stored here weren’t all gone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted something reflecting the sunlight in the distance. Were those…

They were! The cars that got sucked in here by accident. They still looked to be in working condition.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>”Wanna go for a drive?”(Hotwire the car)
>”Have you ever actually driven a car? They’re a bit different from spaceships. I can teach you if you want.”
>”Is this plant life real? Can you actually live off of the fruits and vegetables that grow here?”
>”We should have a race! In here, we can both cut loose.”
>”What would I do if I wanted to build a house here? Would I just code it in, or would I have to bring the raw materials over? I don’t think this thing is powerful enough to suck an entire building into it.”
>”Did the Collector store any dangerous creatures in here before it was stolen? Do you think that might become a problem later?”
>”Let’s try another region.”
>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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5701385
>>”Have you ever actually driven a car? They’re a bit different from spaceships. I can teach you if you want.”

>>5701385
>”Did the Collector store any dangerous creatures in here before it was stolen? Do you think that might become a problem later?”
>”Wanna go for a drive?”(Hotwire the car)

>>5701378
oh, then, yes I totally did.

>>5701385
>>”Wanna go for a drive?”(Hotwire the car)
>”Did the Collector store any dangerous creatures in here before it was stolen? Do you think that might become a problem later?”

>>5701385
>”Is this plant life real? Can you actually live off of the fruits and vegetables that grow here?”
>”Did the Collector store any dangerous creatures in here before it was stolen? Do you think that might become a problem later?”
>”What would I do if I wanted to build a house here? Would I just code it in, or would I have to bring the raw materials over? I don’t think this thing is powerful enough to suck an entire building into it.”

>>5701401
>>5701421
>>5702117
>”Did the Collector store any dangerous creatures in here before it was stolen? Do you think that might become a problem later?”
>”Wanna go for a drive?”(Hotwire the car)

Taking these. Writing...

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“Did the Collector store any dangerous creatures here before it was stolen? Do you think that might become a problem later?”

Van paused in mid air to consider your question.

“It is quite possible that there were a few that didn’t take their opportunity to escape when the device was stolen. I wouldn’t be surprised if there are a few alien species that have made a home here in one of these regions.”

Hmm. You’d have to look into that later, then. Maybe you’ll invite Ana here for a nice relaxing hunt someday. That ought to score you some brownie points with her. It was exotic, and a hell of a lot easier than going back to Neverland to hunt mermaids. You doubt Lost Boy would be happy about that, either way.

“And you’re not worried about that?”

“Not terribly, no. Are you?”

You shook your head, taking another look around as you did so. There was a cool breeze blowing through the field, which was a little more realistic than you’d expected from a virtual landscape.

“My Spider Sense isn’t acting up, so I guess we’re safe for the time being.”

She looked confused by that last statement, but you were too busy eyeing that car you stole to pay any real attention to her.

“Wanna go for a drive?”

“If I say yes, will you explain to me what a ‘Spider Sense’ is?”

You just shrugged.

“I barely know what it is myself, if I’m being terribly honest. You probably won’t be satisfied with my answer.”

“The greatest mysteries rarely have satisfying answers.”

You stared up at the woman floating beside you.

“Are you quoting someone, or are you just trying to make up your own?”

The corners of her lips curved upwards into a slight smirk.

“I have several famous quotes, actually. That is not one of them.”

“Oh yeah? Hit me with a few of them.”

—-----

Getting the car up and running was a fairly simple matter compared to some of the jobs you’ve taken on since becoming the Huntsman. Almost refreshingly so. Something familiar and normal enough to make you forget that you were performing it in a pocket dimension.

Now, it wasn’t nearly as easy as they made it seem in the movies. You couldn’t just cross a few wires, touch them together and be on your merry way. Breaking into modern cars without the use of a key usually involved the thief hacking into the onboard computer. And so long as you were very familiar with the make and model of the car— which you just so happened to be—you could more or less figure out how to fake the digital signature that was required from the owner’s key. What came as a surprise was when Van stepped over to give you pointers when she thought that you didn’t know what you were doing. You were slightly curious to see how she would do on her own, but you did have some amount of personal pride to defend here.

(Cont.)

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You weren’t a genius like your brother or his kid, but you knew your way around cars. While he was hitting the books, you were learning how to circumvent modern central computer systems. It wasn’t a skill that you needed very often anymore, considering how easily you could get around, but it came in handy every now and again.

The rate at which technology improved on this planet was almost staggering, so everyone else had to struggle to keep up as well. For that reason, curriculums were constantly changing, security systems were always being updated, and the methods through which to circumvent said systems had to be updated just as frequently. That’s why hi-tech gadgets were more valued than practical skills in your line of work. They were typically seen as being faster and more reliable.

While she waited, Van tested a few of her famous quotes on you, as well as a few that she’d had rattling around in her brain. Some of them had potential, you thought, while others were just too loaded with culturally exclusive context for it to appeal to anyone without alien sensibilities. You just had no frame of reference for them, so you couldn’t give her any sort of effective feedback.

When she got bored of that, she just decided to inspect the Nega Bands you’d brought along. There was very little small-talk aside from that, and you just let your mind go blank as you drove through the field of flowers. The vehicle you’d accidentally stolen had some decent off-roading capabilities, but you still took it slow. The terrain wasn’t terribly uneven, but you were mindful of the fact that you were on an island. A wrong turn could lead to the two of you hurtling off a cliff. And although the two of you were entirely capable of surviving such a thing(for entirely different reasons), you weren’t in the mood to total this car that you just spent all this time trying to hijack.

Besides, you were just trying to relax. Your impending demon hunt would be more than enough to get your blood pumping, so you weren’t worried about a lack of excitement or entertainment.

“I can’t find any obvious flaws in these that would result in your immediate displacement. They should be safe to wear.”

“Oh, yeah? And do I have your word that you’ll come and get me if you happen to be wrong and I end up halfway across the galaxy?”

She gave you a flat look.

“I wouldn’t be able to do so immediately. The strain of teleporting across such a large distance all at once would be unmistakably fatal.”

“So your power has limits?”

“Of course. Everything has limits.”

“Yeah, like this car. Whoever owned it did not bother to gas this thing up.”

You plucked at the gas meter, ignoring Van as she offered the gauntlets to you. She dumped them into your lap when she realized that you weren’t going to take them.

(Cont.)

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“If it makes you feel any better, I’m pretty sure that it is almost impossible to teleport out of here without a remote.”

She waved her hand back and forth, showing off the device attached to her wrist.

“Really?”

She nodded.

“Yes. What I’m truly interested in is to see how they will react to your unique biology and brain chemistry. You are obviously not Kree, so the effects of attuning the bands to yourself could be slightly unusual.”

You slammed your foot on the brakes.

“You’re really not selling me on them.”

She stared unflinchingly at you, her lack of pupils unnerving you somewhat.

“Unless you can find a Kree scientist or someone who specializes in the field, you will not receive a better answer. Either you put them on or don’t. If I weren’t in hiding, I would offer to take them off of your hands.”

What will you do?

>”Fine! I’ll put them on. (Equip Nega Bands)
>”You know, that isn’t such a bad idea. Do you think they’d work better with blue people, or is that entirely coincidental? Either way, I’d feel better if my baby sis could defend herself a little better.”
>”On second thought, I might just try to sell them later.”
>”Or…I could give them to someone else.” (Who?)
>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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5702216
>>”Fine! I’ll put them on. (Equip Nega Bands)
we aint no pussy bitch

>>5702216
>”Fine! I’ll put them on. (Equip Nega Bands)

>>5702216
item equip

>>5702216
>>”Fine! I’ll put them on. (Equip Nega Bands)

>>5702217
>>5702268
>>5702270
>>5702283
>”Fine! I’ll put them on." (Equip Nega Bands)

Taking these. Writing...

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You narrowed your eyes at her, getting a bit agitated at her needling.

“Fine! I’ll put them on.”

She just sat back and stared at you expectantly. You slowly picked up the silver bands, unclasped them, slipped your hands through and shut them tightly around your wrists.. Almost immediately, you felt a jolt run through your body. You shivered involuntarily, clenching and unclenching the muscles in your arms as an uncomfortably warm heat pulsed through your veins. You could see Van’s lips moving as she spoke, but you couldn’t make out the words. There was a ringing in your head that left you utterly incapable of perceiving anything outside of yourself at this very moment.

Your vision sharpened briefly, and there was an oddly green tint to everything you saw. A dull pain radiated from your forearms, and you glanced down to see that your veins had started to turn a similar color!

You wanted to scream, but that vague tingling feeling had intensified to the point of you feeling like you’d swallowed a nuclear reactor! The pain was unbearable! And then…!

>Forceful Mutation Initiated!
>[Organic Webbing] has been replaced by [???]!
>[Organic Webbing] has been removed!
>[Mark of Kaine] has been replaced by [???]!
>[Mark of Kaine] has been removed!

Then it was…gone. Just gone. No lingering pain or symptoms from what you’d just experienced. Your breaths were ragged and coming fast. You felt Van’s hand on your arm, urging you to calm down.

Just then, a memory came flooding back into your mind. It was of your past. A vision of a childhood summer that was perfect—immortal in its own way. Nostalgic and soothing. A simpler time.

When you opened your eyes again, you found that you were far calmer than you had been a few seconds ago. You tore off your mask, glanced over at Van and gave her a questioning look.

“Was that…?”

“I invoked a pleasant memory that would calm you down. How do you feel?”

“I feel…different somehow.”

You raised a hand up to your face and tried to release a small cloud of explosive barbs. Nothing happened. You couldn’t feel the tiny red hooks unlatching from your palm. Your palm was heating up a bit, but…

Wait. It wasn’t just heating up a “bit”. You were pretty sure that your gloves didn’t normally glow green like that.

In a flash, your hand was swallowed by a ghostly, green flame! Van gasped and leaned back a bit. You stared at the affected limb in awe, wondering why you weren’t in any pain. The outer edges of the flame were bright—almost turning white—while the innermost point was surprisingly dark, like the ethereal wisps that coiled around your suit at all times now.

You shook your hand rigorously to put the fire out, and the heat eventually dissipated. You then arranged your fingers to fire a web bolt at the ceiling of the truck, and you watched as a pale green fluid shot out of your wrist. But…it didn’t stick to the roof at all. It actually…went straight through it!?

(Cont.)

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There was a smoldering hole where the web had passed through the roof. You and Van stared at it in confusion. Spotting a nearby tree, you pointed your hand at it and fired another web bolt. This time, there was no lingering heat affecting your webs, and the web bolt successfully stuck to the tree without burning it. Except, the projectile was too rigid and sharp. It looked like you just fired a fucking mini-javelin from your wrist. It had actually buried itself in the tree!

You were about to try a third time, but you flinched back before releasing it. Something about your webbing felt…wrong, somehow. Like you could feel it wriggling around in there before it left your body. As if there were nerves running through them, but only in the brief instant before it exited your body completely.

“Ben? Is everything alright?”

You could hear the concern in Van’s voice, clear as day. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to pay her any mind. Not now, at least. Because if what you thought was happening was actually happening…

What will you do?

>Create a sharp web hatchet without detaching it from your wrist.
>Step out of the car, create a crudely shaped web sword and extend your ghostly flames to it.
>Cover your hands in spiky webbing and set it ablaze!
>Try to create a lightweight, durable web shield.
>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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5702315
>>Step out of the car, create a crudely shaped web sword and extend your ghostly flames to it.

>>5702315
sword and shield. Time to go medieval

>>5702315
>Cover your hands in spiky webbing and set it ablaze!

>>5702315
>>Create a sharp web hatchet without detaching it from your wrist.

>>5702315
>>>Step out of the car, create a crudely shaped web sword and extend your ghostly flames to it.

>>5702326
>>5702892
>Step out of the car, create a crudely shaped web sword and extend your ghostly flames to it.

Taking these. Writing...

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You said nothing. You just simply stepped out of the car and started walking away from it.

“Ben? What’s wrong?”

Van had undone her seatbelt and was climbing out of the car to follow you. Your lack of a response was worrying her, but you REALLY had to test something out real quick.

Using your newly modified webbing, you attempted to shape a sword without letting it detach from your wrist completely. The results were…less than ideal. The sword was too floppy and misshapen. It wasn’t nearly as easy as you would’ve thought. You only had a few seconds to fire it out of your wrist and shape it before the webbing stuck together. After that, rearranging it was unnecessarily hard. It was like decorating a cake with reverse gravity.

Van had caught up by now, and she was staring at your failed creation with confusion plain on her face.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to make a sword. What’s it look like?”

Another failed attempt. This time, the sword was too long and thin. This’d break in a heartbeat if you actually tried to use it in a fight. Maybe it’d work as a half-decent rapier, but it wasn’t what you were going for.

“Are the Nega Bands allowing you to do this?”

“I think so. I sure as hell wasn’t able to do this before.”

Hmm. What if you used both hands to craft the blade, but only detached one of them after you were done with it. That might give you some more flexibility in layering the webbing.

The next time you fired your web, your hands blurred, and you hurried to craft and carefully layer the web sword before it solidified. Then, when you were satisfied with your product, you detached both weblines from your wrist. The long, sharp weapon was crude, and a bit more jagged than you would’ve liked, but it was still unmistakably a blade.

At your command, a pale, ghostly flame traveled up your arm and ignited the blade! The fact that it didn’t melt straight away was impressive enough on it's own. Maybe that was an intended effect of your evolution. If so, then these had to be the smartest bracelets you’ve ever worn.

“Incredible…”

Van gasped, her eyes locked on the dancing flames engulfing your web sword. You laughed and gave the sword a few test swings. It was all you could think to do. This thing was so light…!

If you knew this would happen after putting these things on, you would’ve had them on you before you even thought about diving into that pit!

“I think I’m beginning to understand why women love jewelry so much!”

This changed everything. Now you actually had a proper way of slaying demons without spending all of your resources in one engagement. There was only one problem, though.

Compared to when you used your webbing in other ways, you could actually detect a noticeable drop in the web fluid stored in your arms. This was a neat trick, but if you used it too often, you could end up using up your daily reserve of webbing!

(Cont.)

Maybe you could figure out a way to ramp up your body’s production of the stuff. You’d need to find someone smart. And you’d probably also have to subject yourself to a number of invasive tests. But that was a worry for another time. Right now, you needed to practice with this ability a bit more.

>[Weaponized Webbing] obtained!
>[Brand of Kaine] obtained!

What will you do?

>Practice your shaping abilities a bit more. It might use up your webbing a bit, but the experience will be worth it.
>Take some time to test out the possible applications of your new fire powers! You need to know what you're dealing with here.
>On second thought, you should probably head back and save up your webbing. You’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow, and you still need to link up with the girls.
>Have Van bring out Vic! You need her to see this!
>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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5702944
>Take the Bands off again. You need to know if you can easily revert to and from them.
>This'll be a cool new toy, but you have a big day ahead of you and you should probably stick to the abilities you have already experience in.
>You can test them out at a later date when you have the liberty to experiment.

>>5702944
>Practice your shaping abilities a bit more. It might use up your webbing a bit, but the experience will be worth it.
>Take some time to test out the possible applications of your new fire powers! You need to know what you're dealing with here.

>>5702957
+1

>>5702944
>>Take some time to test out the possible applications of your new fire powers! You need to know what you're dealing with here.
can we fly? i wanna fly

I thought webbing was stored in the balls

>>5702944
>Practice your shaping abilities a bit more. It might use up your webbing a bit, but the experience will be worth it.
>Take some time to test out the possible applications of your new fire powers! You need to know what you're dealing with here.

>>5702967
>>5703075
>>5703104
>Take some time to test out the possible applications of your new fire powers! You need to know what you're dealing with here.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

>>5703090
Could be! Ben hasn't been to any doctor other than the Sorcerer Supreme since his transformation.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>5703843

Rolled 52 (1d100)

Jeja

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5703843

>>5703856
>>5703862
>>5703875
>52

>Taking these. Writing...

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>52

For the remainder of your time here, you really wanted to try and get a grasp on your new fire powers. And your first order of business was figuring out how to put them out in the first place. Your results in that endeavor were…less than ideal, to say the least.

You just kept waving the flaming sword around, trying to extinguish it like you had your own hands in the car before. But for some reason, you couldn’t quite get it to stop spreading. Dropping it and stomping it out wasn’t an option either, since your environment was very flammable, and the distance between here and the beach had greatly increased after your little afternoon drive.

Lucky for you, that distance didn’t mean anything to Van, who simply teleported the flaming sword out of your hands and into the crashing waves rolling across the horizon.

The two of you breathed a sigh of relief, and you made a mental note not to do that again when surrounded by so much flammable material. At the very least, your past experience with the explosive Mark gave you a bit of an advantage when it came to learning how to summon and banish the flames. There weren’t a whole lot of things to experiment with here, but you felt that your new powers had less to do with explosions and more to do with melting through whatever you spread them to.

You tried casting fireballs and shooting a concentrated jet of flame to see if you’d received any ranged capabilities from your mutation, but you only succeeded in intensifying the flames that danced along your arms.

Although, there was an interesting interaction where the flames emanating from your glowing fists were highly concentrated. Like a superheated-welding torch shaped like a small blade. You tried to maintain it or replicate the effect, but you couldn’t quite get the hang of it.

At some point during your training, the flames had crawled up your arms, up to our shoulders, and even around your back. They barely felt hot to you, and you wondered if you had somehow become more fireproof, or your immunity only extended to this specific type of flame.

There was a lot of weird science at work here, and you didn’t understand a lick of it. Van didn’t have a whole lot to contribute here, and she was more or less waiting for you to finish so that the two of you could leave. She admitted to spotting more wildlife in the area while you were distracted, but she didn’t think that any of them were inherently dangerous.

(Cont.)

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You were sure that she’d be interested in coming back to explore the different regions some more, but for now, you needed her out of Vegas. There were demons trying to terrorize the city, and you had to put a stop to it before the situation could get out of hand. You had no doubt that Va Nee would be invaluable in your effort to end the threat, but you also understood her desire to stay out of the public eye and avoid drawing any attention to herself. If anyone recorded a video of her, and it somehow became available to whatever information networks were available to the countless alien races out there, then there was a good chance that the Grandmaster or one of his cronies would see it eventually.

You both exited the pocket dimension, said your farewells, and thanked each other for the time and effort spent here today. Thanks to her, you had a much better understanding of the Pocket Dimension and your Nega Bands.

But she just seemed happy to have been able to stretch her legs and set foot on alien terrain. And it was a weird sight to see your alien friend be genuinely satisfied for once. She was usually mopey and cold. It felt good to know that you could help cheer her up, if only a little bit.

After she returned, she relinquished control over her body to your sister and went back into hibernation. You didn’t say anything to your sister about her brief excursion into a Pocket Dimension in Las Vegas, and instead made up an excuse about needing alien advice.

You intended to tell her about it later, but getting into it over the phone, on an unsecured line was a bad idea. So, you made small talk, asked her about how Pete and Cindy were doing, and casually mentioned that you were going to be bringing back souvenirs. You’d have to actually remember to do that before you went home.

What will you do?

>Inquire more about Cindy. (Cindy’s perspective)
>Try to get in contact with your brother. The two of you haven’t been speaking much lately.
>Call Julia and ask her about how Abe and Madame Web are doing.
>Hang up and meet with Ana and Elsa.
>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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5704059
>>Hang up and meet with Ana and Elsa.

>>5704059
>Hang up and meet with Ana and Elsa.

>>5704059
>>Inquire more about Cindy. (Cindy’s perspective)
I'll take that option any day

>>5704059
>Inquire more about Cindy. (Cindy’s perspective)
>Call Julia and ask her about how Abe and Madame Web are doing.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>5704117
Soupoor

>>5704117
>>5704229
>>5704151
>Inquire more about Cindy. (Cindy’s perspective)

Taking these. Writing...

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>>Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, NY…

For the first time in what felt like a long time, Cindy was glad that no one was paying any particular attention to her. She was currently sitting at a lunch table, surrounded by people who she was almost comfortable with calling her friends. Or maybe most of them were acquaintances?

That’s what Carolyn felt like to her, at least. She was a rather intelligent girl with thick rimmed glasses, and hair that was dyed in an eye-catching shade of purple and tied into a short, messy bun. Carolyn didn’t talk much with anyone other than Miles, she noticed. She’d clung to him on their first day of meeting, and had somehow managed to successfully integrate herself into the friend group, despite not being able to hold a conversation with anyone here for any meaningful amount of time. Cindy could sympathize with that. She’d been no different when she’d first enrolled.

Carolyn’s presence was just something that people tended to overlook sometimes. But if there was anything that was clear as day, it was her massive crush on Cindy’s first friend at this school, Miles Morales. The guy was nice and friendly, if a bit awkward at times, but he was about as dense as the Juggernaut’s dome-piece when it came to romance. Carolyn was going to have to get aggressive if she wanted that boy to notice her. She thought of trying to push them together, but then immediately thought better of it. Best not to meddle in affairs that weren’t hers.

Not that Cindy had any experience with romance to begin with. Her only knowledge of it came from trashy teen fiction and popular dramas. Besides, living in a bunker for the majority of her life didn’t do her any favors when it came to finding her Prince Charming. She didn’t even know if she had the time or luxury to be worrying about such things.

Not with her duties as an Avatar of Khonshu to deal with. And as of right now, he wasn’t entirely pleased with her. It was more than a gut feeling, and more of a certainty. She knew, because he was standing directly behind her roommate Wanda at the table.

“A storm approaches, young Hunter. You are not prepared for it, and you never will be if you insist on encouraging the frivolities of these…’acquaintances’ of yours.”

Hey! At the very least, Wanda was her friend. She’d said as much on multiple occasions, so it had to be true at some point. They’d even hung out outside of school. Cindy read somewhere that that went a long way in developing friendships.

Her other new friend, Arielle Agbayani---or “Ari” for short---was not sitting with them. She was sitting at the jocks’ table, loudly retelling a story that had the whole table leaning in with great anticipation. It sounded like the punchline would be coming soon. Cindy silently hoped that it would land.

Whipping out her phone, she typed out a text and sent it to a burner that she’d left charging in her room. Her God would see it in an instant, as he was technically capable of being everywhere at once.

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“My grades are important. I’m already behind on my coursework.”

“That pales in importance to the needs of the many. Every moment you spend here dulls your senses. I’m afraid that no amount of training can make up for the instincts you’ve lost upon integrating with the rest of society.”

Cindy tried not to frown at that. She didn’t see anything wrong with appreciating her newfound freedom. After her parents died, she felt a bit guilty for enjoying life outside of her old room. The cost for her new life had been a heavy one, and she genuinely wasn’t sure if she was making her parents proud by trying to live a more balanced life. She tried to fight crime here and there, whenever she could, but that was hard with a roommate!

Wanda had already caught her sneaking in and out at least two or three times already, she was sure. And then there was the time she overheard her praying to Khonshu. That led to some awkward questioning that she was rather hoping to avoid. Her new friend was far too curious for her own good, and Cindy feared that she might have to start coming up with better excuses for why she was prone to escaping from her dorm in the middle of the night. She didn’t think that Wanda would report her, but it was dangerous to make a habit out of getting caught like that.

“Whatever’s coming, I’ll be ready.”

Khonshu sniffed and straightened his back.

“We shall see…”

Cindy blinked, and he was gone a moment later. It was shameful to admit, but she was almost glad to see him go. She was having a hard time coming up with excuses for Khonshu as well. He was right about her becoming complacent. She was getting far too relaxed in a peaceful environment such as this.

Just then, a tall, lanky kid got tripped while walking to his table, and he fell face first into his mashed potatoes, much to the enjoyment of everyone around him.

Well…relatively peaceful.

Carlie shook her head in disgust.

“That guy is such a jerk. I always thought there’d be less bullies in private schools.”

“Well, it’s a little different. Instead of regular assholes, we get rich assholes.”

Andre shrugged as he shoveled some mashed potatoes into his mouth. He turned to give Cindy a devious grin.

“Maybe you ought to go and teach them a lesson, huh? I bet it’d be a good warmup for the Karate Kid.”

Cindy smiled sheepishly and let out a nervous laugh.

“And get detention again? Ben’d kill me.”

Cindy wondered at that. He’d probably be a bit proud. Maybe he’d even buy her ice cream afterwards. Best not to risk it. She was on thin ice as it was. One of the security guards here made it his mission to keep a close eye on her after finding out that she’d snuck out one night. She was quickly gaining a reputation as a troublemaker, whether she liked it or not. In Andre’s opinion, that made her one of the coolest people that he knew.

(Cont.)

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She still didn’t know what to make of him, but she sensed that he was a good sort. Anyone that had her back in a fight was a good egg in her book.

The boy in question frowned at her.

“Who’s Ben? Is he your boyfriend?”

Cindy coughed, nearly spitting out her water as she pounded her chest. She struggled to correct his misunderstanding, but she just couldn’t get the words out.

Wanda grinned impishly at the two of them.

“Nope. He’s her super-hot foster daddy.”

Carlie rolled her eyes at her.

“Down girl. He’s probably twice your age, or something.”

“Oh yeah, I met him before. Me and my Uncle bumped into them during orientation.”

Miles perked up at that and began retelling the story of how he and Cindy met. Carolyn gave her a challenging look.

Cindy just pressed her lips together and shrugged slightly. For some reason, the girl got the idea in her head that Cindy was competition, but she had no idea from where. It had something to do with the fact that the two of them hung out rather often at school. They had similar interests, and Miles was the only one she knew with an eye for art.

But halfway through the story, another student approached their table, coming up behind Miles. He paused when he noticed that everyone stopped listening, and turned around to see one of the most popular freshmen girls looming over him.

Saya Ishii stood imperiously as she surveyed everyone at the table, a hand on her hip. She seemed to scowl a bit when her eyes slid over Andre, but the boy paid her no mind, and continued chewing his food as if nothing had changed.

Saya’s eyes snapped back to Cindy, and a dazzling smile spread across her face. She took no notice of Carolyn’s presence, despite the two of them being in the same Robotics club. Or maybe she just didn’t care all that much.

“Cindy! Hey, girl! You beat up any more back-alley creeps lately?”

Everyone turned to Cindy, and she froze as she realized that she was expected to come up with a snappy comeback.

Come on, girl. You can do this…!

“Uh, well…everyone sort of just runs away when they see me coming, so…still undefeated!”

She patted her bicep and flashed a slightly nervous smile, which earned her a chuckle from the others at the table. Even Carolyn cracked a small grin.

Cindy made a triumphant fist under the table.

Nailed it! Ari seemed to be winning over her crowd too.

Saya wiped an imaginary tear as her laughter died down.

“Tough, funny, and cute. You’re a triple threat, Karate Kid.”

Cindy could feel her face heating up, so she took a sip of water. Wow, it was hot in here!

Saya’s grin widened slightly, but her expression became a bit icy when Andre leaned over to say something.

“And I hear she paints, too. I’m thinking of commissioning a piece myself.”

(Cont.)

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Cindy felt a large hand clap her on the back, and it nearly sent her into another coughing fit. She wanted to glare at the Cooper boy, but she was distracted by the expression on Saya’s face.

She was smiling again, but it hadn’t reached her eyes. Andre was staring definitely into those unfriendly eyes, and Cindy got the distinct impression that these two didn’t get along.

Sensing the tension around the table, Miles tried his best to diffuse it.

“I, uh…take commissions too if you’re interested.”

Saya’s eyes flicked down towards Miles, and he hunched his shoulders a bit at having her intense gaze directed at him. Her expression softened noticeably, however.

“What a talented bunch. How much do you charge?”

Miles opened his mouth, and then closed it again, as if he hadn’t considered what an answer to that question might be.

“I’m still figuring that part out.”

She made a noise that was somehow thoughtful, amused and derisive all at the same time.

“Hm. Well, let me know if you ever find out.”

Then, she dismissed the boy from her thoughts and turned to address Cindy once more.

“Now, about those commissions. How about we discuss that some more at my table.”

She jabbed a perfectly manicured and painted nail at a smaller table where several of the other popular girls sat.

Was she…inviting Cindy to sit at the popular table with her!? But…why? All she did was beat a few people up and get detention. Was being popular really that easy? If so, then all those teen dramas she'd watched in her old room had been a big fat lie.

She was about to respond, but then she remembered that her other friends and acquaintances were still here. They looked between Saya and Cindy, waiting for a response. Cindy wondered how they would feel about her moving to another table. She ate lunch with them pretty much every day now, and this wasn’t going to be a permanent change. It was only for today.

Besides, Ben did say that it would be a good idea to get to know her better. If she was meant to inherit her father’s legacy, then she would be in charge of one of the most powerful crime families in the city after she graduated. Maybe there really was a chance that Cindy could have a positive influence on her.

>”Uh…sure! That’d be cool.”
>”Actually…me and my friends were sort of in the middle of a conversation. Maybe we could hang out another time, outside of school?”
>”If you want, you could sit down at our table. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”
>Let fate decide... (Autopilot)
>Write-in.

>>5704696
>Let fate decide... (Autopilot)
Khonshu help me

>>5704696
>>”If you want, you could sit down at our table. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”

>>5704696
>”Uh…sure! That’d be cool.”

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>5704696
Uh sure

what was Sayas fake name at the school again?
I think I remember her using a fake one

>>5704696
>>”If you want, you could sit down at our table. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”

so on this one I got confused. At first it was Cindy then it seemed to change a pov then revert back?

>>5705304
Yeah, that's mainly my fault. I'm really used to including Ben's internal thoughts into my descriptions, and it doesn't always work when the story isn't being told from his perspective. I thought about just switching back to my regular POV, but I'm also worried that people will get really confused about whose perspective the story is being told from. I'll keep working on it.

After going back and reading this again, there are a few grammatical errors and autocorrects that ruined the flow of the update here. Will have to be more consistent with re-reading the material before I post it.

>>5704933
Nope. Saya is using her real name. It's just that her surname isn't the same as Silvio's due to the complicated nature of her upbringing. There aren't many people that can actually connect her with the maggia, and there are even less people who would be stupid or bold enough to try and use her to get to her father.

Also, votes are currently tied between this:

>>5704818
>>5705090
>”If you want, you could sit down at our table. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”

And this:

>>5704895
>>5704916
>”Uh…sure! That’d be cool.”

I understand that this is just a quick change of perspective to mix things up a bit, and I don't intend to let the scene drag on for too long. Let me know if you guys want to wait for more votes, switch to another vote, or just flip a coin on it.

I'm mostly using scenes like this to establish Cindy's new civilian life, as well as the people around her. Sometimes she'll come to you asking for advice, or maybe she'll just share it as a story.

Either way, even though she isn't living with you for the time being, you'll get brief glimpses into her life, as well as the events that unfold when you aren't looking. I'll try not to do too many of them, but I think doing it like this is better than having Cindy give you a massive info dump every couple of months.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5705488
then let fate decide between the two

>>5704818
>>5705090
>>5705501
>”If you want, you could sit down at our table. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”

Gotcha! Writing...

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Cindy glanced around nervously, and then pinched herself under the table. She didn;t know what she was getting so worked up about. If she could have a back-alley brawl with monsters and hardened criminals, she could surely handle a bit of awkward tension.

Cindy gave Saya what she thought was her most welcoming smile.

“If you want, you could sit down at our table. I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind.”

Everyone’s eyes widened, and the table fell silent for a moment. Saya looked the most shocked out of anyone. She looked at her, then at the others, and back at her own table. She bit her lip and twirled a finger through the white section of her hair as she considered the offer.

Of course, she and Cindy both knew that what Cindy had said earlier was a lie. If the looks they were giving her was any indication, they would very much mind if Saya sat down and ate with them. But none of them said any of that out loud. So instead, they waited to hear Saya’s answer.

With a hesitant shrug and a shaky smile, she nodded.

“Okay, sure. That’s cool.”

She grabbed a chair, waved back at her girl friends, who were giving her confused looks, and then sat down next to Carolyn. And just like that, Cindy’s table received a new guest member.

Everyone wasn’t quite sure where to go from here. They just sort of kept smiling at each other and exchanging glances. And poor Carolyn seemed to shrink around Saya’s presence. Andre just rolled his eyes and puffed out a breath.

And once again, Miles—bless his heart—was the first to break the ice.

“So…”

It was a miracle that the boy managed to keep his cool when every head turned desperately in his direction, hoping that whatever he was about to say was at least interesting enough to start up another conversation. And thankfully, it was.

“Did you guys hear about that stuff with the ‘Murderworld’ game? Even though they shut down the servers and investigated Arcade, they still can’t figure out how to stop those random attacks.”

Carlie grimaced and nodded.

“I did hear about that. They’ve got the CEO under constant watch, and they still haven’t been able to pin anything on him, other than the terrorists sharing a likeness with the characters in his game. They were planning on sicking She-Hulk on him, but they’re having trouble building a case.”

Wanda bounced in her seat, trying not to seem too excited by the topic.

“They should get a superhero detective to work the case. Like Jessica Jones, or—ooh—Misty Knight! I bet they could solve this.”

Cindy doubted it’d be that easy. In fact, Andre touched upon a point that she’d been wondering about for a while now.

“Why the hell haven’t they gotten Iron Man to do anything? Or Reed Richards. What’s he doing in that big tower that’s so important that he can’t spend a few minutes figuring this shit out?”

Unsurprisingly, it was Wanda who came to their defense. She was a serious hero fanatic.

(Cont.)

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“The Four deal with extra-dimensional threats all the time. We can’t expect them to deal with every little problem that pops up.”

Andre made an exasperated face.

“‘Little problems’? People are out here dying, Wanda. How many more have to die before they decide to break out the big guns? At what point does it become their problem, and not just ours?”

Wanda deflated slightly. Miles nodded sadly.

“I really thought the Avengers would’ve stepped in by now. I think I’ve seen them on the news, but every other crime’s been stopped by vigilantes like Daredevil and that new Spider-Man.”

Cindy intentionally stayed quiet and focused on eating her food.

“Maybe something happened to them.”

Everyone turned to stare at Saya. She just shrugged.

“What? It’s what we’re all thinking right now. Either they’re stuck in another dimension, or they’ve been captured, or they’re…”

Dead. She didn’t quite say the word, but she didn’t have to.

Carlie scoffed.

“Don’t you think they would’ve told us if something happened to them?”

This time, it was Carolyn that spoke up.

“Not if they want to avoid a panic. Imagine the crime boom that would happen if people knew that the city, that the world didn’t have its ‘Mightiest Heroes’ anymore.”

Much like everyone at the table aside from Saya, Cindy was trying very hard not to imagine that scenario. The girl with the monochrome mane appeared to be amused with the idea of not having to run into superheroes everywhere she walked.

Miles was digging a hole through his mashed potatoes with a plastic spork, not entirely comfortable with this distinct possibility.

“Hypothetically—and this is just hypothetical—but…what if the Avengers really are gone? What happens next?”

Andre slammed a hand on the table, causing Carlei to jump, and Saya to glare at him.

“I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna arm up and defend ourselves. If the cops won’t help us, and the army won’t help us, and the Avengers won’t help us, then we’ve got to take matters into our own hands.”

Saya shook her head and smiled mockingly.

“You sound like a Goblin Groupie.”

Andre flashed her a cocky grin.

“Actually, my beliefs are more in line with the Pumpkin Smashers. They fight both injustice and the Goblin’s violent protests.”

“Except the protests get even more violent when they get there, because then everyone starts fighting each other.”

Andre narrowed his eyes at his step-sister from across the table. Her mutterings didn’t go unheard, and Cindy didn’t think that they were meant to. If Cindy didn’t say something, an argument might break out.

“Backup Avengers.”

Everyone gave Cindy a questioning look.

“What?”

(Cont.)

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“Backup Avengers. They remain on standby in case of big emergencies like planetary threats or the absence of core members. They’ve got them all across the world, and even some living off-world.”

Wanda snapped her fingers and pulled out her phone in a flash, suddenly looking even more excited.

“Of course! Backup Avengers! Why hadn’t I thought of that? If we cross-reference some of the latest major superhero appearances in the news and social media, then we can assemble a decent list of the most likely backup Avengers that have been assembled. B.R.B. and Herc are def Backup Avengers.”

Saya squinted at her.

“What is she talking about?”

Miles answered for her.

“Beta Ray Bill and Hercules. They’re the two that have been showing up in the news most often. Bill makes the most sense since he moved his people’s colony here to Earth after Thor retired.”

“And Jolly Green’s on the lamb, so Herc’s his stand-in.”

Andre chimed in, surprising Carlie and Cindy. They didn’t think he was into this sort of stuff.

Wanda nodded furiously, not taking her eyes off of her phone.

“Do you guys think that Daredevil is a reserve member? He’s teamed up with them a couple of times before.”

Miles shrugged.

“He usually works solo, I hear. I wonder if Spider-Man is one, though.”

Cindy and Saya spoke up at the exact same time to deny it, and the two of them shared a look. Wanda was glancing between them curiously.

“You guys keep up with hero news too? I had no idea.”

Both girls began coming up with all sorts of excuses for why they of all people would be up to date on the latest developments in the hero community. Only Cindy had the advantage of knowing about Saya’s connection to the Maggia, and she intended to keep it that way. If anyone here knew, she had a feeling that it would suddenly become a lot harder for her to convince her friends to tolerate the haughty girl’s presence.

Saya caught her staring, and she gave her a charming smile in return. Cindy quickly looked away and pretended to be engrossed in the conversation that Wanda and the boys were having. Carlie and Saya didn’t seem terribly interested, but they were content to just sit and listen. Occasionally they’d needle the boys and poke fun at Wanda.

And Carolyn was just using this as a grand opportunity to stare at Miles some more without it being weird. Every now and again she’d stare around the table or look down to eat, but she was committed to burning his face into her memory.

Seemingly amused by this, Saya looked at Carol and shot Cindy a questioning look. She just smiled and shrugged. Even someone new to the table could read the obvious signals that she was sending out. She likely hadn’t ever seen this side of her clubmate before.

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Cindy wondered what someone like Abe would feel from watching these two. She sort of wished that she had powers like his. By subtly influencing the emotions that people around him felt, he could dominate a conversation and make himself more likable without even trying. Like a sort of social magnetism.

Maybe if she had his powers, she’d be able to exchange numbers with Saya without sticking her foot in her mouth. Wanda made it look so easy.

She was almost tempted to silently pray to Khonshu for strength, but she was pretty sure that he would come all the way back down to call her silly if she did.

Well, here goes nothing…

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>>Meanwhile, in Las Vegas, Nevada...

You flexed your hands as you waited outside of Elsa’s hotel room, trying to get used to the feeling of having the Nega Bands around your wrists. You really hoped that you wouldn’t have to deal with that uncomfortable feeling every single time you slapped them on, but Van reassured you that it was only a one time thing. Apparently, that was just the Kree technology attuning itself to your body. You just didn’t expect it to alter your DNA in a favorable way.

If they had been broken like the Prowler feared, then the results could’ve been catastrophic.

When the door opened, your previous thoughts flew out the window as Anastasia stepped out to meet you.

“Come in. We’ve been waiting for you.”

She pulled you inside before you got a chance to say anything, and you saw Elsa and her large assistant, Frank, standing by the window and peeking outside every now and again.

“Nice to see you too, Annie. But I really think we should put a tie on the door for courtesy’s sake.”

You spotted a map of the city laying on the bed of Ana’s side of the room, where several markings had been made in red ink.

She rolled her eyes and slid the lock over the door, a slight grin teasing the edges of her lips.

“Then I guess it’s a shame that you do not have a tie on hand.”

“There’s always room service. You know I once got them to deliver a pizza from Arkansas.”

A cursory glance told you that Flint wasn’t in the room, but that wasn’t what caught your attention.

Under the door that led to the bathroom, a golden light was shining through the gaps under and around it. You walked over to get a better look, but Elsa quickly stepped out to stand in your way.

“Hold it right there. That there is a portal to my workshop, and I’ve only got a bit of juice left before it runs out. No one goes in or out without my say-so. Just tell me what you need and I’ll be sure to get it for you.”

(Cont.)

What will you say?

>”Got any weapons that don’t burn easily?” (Ignite your hand in front of her.)
>”I don’t suppose you’d have any protective charms lying around there, would you?”
>”Quick question: Are demons immune or resistant to fire? I don’t want to assume that they are just because they’re from Hell.”
>"Any update on the demons? Have they started moving yet?"
>”Then I guess my personal tour will have to wait. What have we got so far?”
>Write-in.

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>>5705613
>>”Quick question: Are demons immune or resistant to fire? I don’t want to assume that they are just because they’re from Hell.”

>>”Got any weapons that don’t burn easily?” (Ignite your hand in front of her.)

>>5705613
>”Quick question: Are demons immune or resistant to fire? I don’t want to assume that they are just because they’re from Hell.”
>”Got any weapons that don’t burn easily?” (Ignite your hand in front of her.)

>>5705613
>>”Got any weapons that don’t burn easily?” (Ignite your hand in front of her.)
>"Any update on the demons? Have they started moving yet?"

>>5705613
>”Got any weapons that don’t burn easily?” (Ignite your hand in front of her.)
>”Quick question: Are demons immune or resistant to fire? I don’t want to assume that they are just because they’re from Hell.”
>”Then I guess my personal tour will have to wait. What have we got so far?”

Side question: Do we know what will happen when we take off the bands? Does our DNA/Powers revert? Or do we have to test it to figure out?

>>5705813
our dna got all twisted up dude, I don't think that's something that just goes away

>>5705620
>>5705630
>>5705689
>>5705813
>”Quick question: Are demons immune or resistant to fire? I don’t want to assume that they are just because they’re from Hell.”
>”Got any weapons that don’t burn easily?” (Ignite your hand in front of her.)

Taking these. Writing...

>>5705813
>>5705815
You can try it out and see what happens. Va Nee Gast gave you the impression that your change was more or less permanent. She didn't say what happens if you take them off, though.

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“Quick question: Are demons immune to or resistant to fire? I don’t want to assume they are just because they’re from Hell.”

Elsa rubbed the back of her neck and glanced back at Frank.

“Most demons aren’t actually. Hell is meant to be a place of suffering, even for the demons that reside there. That’s why they try and escape here so often. No one actually wants to live in Hell other than the Lords that rule there, and even they’re not always that excited about it.”

You nodded and raised a hand in front of her. In a flash, it ignited, becoming engulfed in pale emerald light. Elsa’s breath caught, and you could hear Ana gasp behind you. Frank probably had the worst reaction, though. He threw his arms in front of his face and looked back at the window as if he’d been considering jumping out.

You waved your non-burning hand in apology.

“Right. ‘Fire bad’. Forgot about that. Sorry.”

Elsa walked around to view your hand from another angle, almost as if she’d been expecting a trick.

“Well, that would’ve been nice to see when we were trapped down in that pit.”

“It’s sort of a recent development. Like, very recent. That being said, do you have any weapons that don’t burn easily?”

Elsa peeled her eyes away from your hand long enough to look at the door to her sanctuary with a contemplative expression.

“I might just have something for you. Wait here.”

Elsa turned and opened the door, giving you the briefest of glimpses into her sanctuary. At first glance, it wasn’t nearly as interesting as the Sanctum Sanctorum. There were no flying books, no infinitely generating staircases. It just looked like a normal Victorian era manor.

The door closed almost as fast as it had opened, and you and the others were just left staring at it. After about a minute, Ana finally decided to approach you about your sudden mutation.

“Does that not hurt?”

“Huh? Oh!”

You looked down, only to realize that your hand was still burning. You’d forgotten to put it out.

“No yeah, I’m totally fine. Not sure about the exact science behind it, but it happened when I put on these bracelets.”

You showed her the Nega Bands, which had slightly shrunk to reshape themselves to fit you like they were made for you.

Ana eyes them curiously.

“These were among the items that you stole from Rollo, correct?”

You nodded.

“That’s right. I had a specialist come in and take a look at them. I went through a mildly painful transition period after putting them on, but I got flaming hands as a result! I mean, how cool is THIS!?”

You raised both hands and ignited them in a flash. Ana backed up a step, smiling in amazement. Frank just screamed again.

“Right! Sorry!”

You quickly put them out, and Ana was blinking quickly, as if to readjust her eyes to the warm lighting of the hotel room without two roaring ghost flames in her face.

(Cont.)

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“Incredible…! You never cease to amaze me.”

You waggled your eyebrows at her.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet. Just wait until you see what I can do with my-”

Just then, the door swung open again. Elsa strode back into the room, carrying something wrapped in a tattered cloth.

“Here you go. This should do nicely.”

She handed it to you, and you accepted it gingerly. Slowly, you unfolded the cloth and removed a curved, smoldering dagger from it. From its tip, it was an incredibly dark shade of gray, and towards the middle and end, it turned bright orange and then red at the hilt. Ash and cinder constantly fell from the weapon in small amounts, like a dog shedding its fur. It felt warm to the touch, and that alone seemed to impress Elsa.

“I can usually only handle that thing with thick gloves. Looks like you shouldn’t have any problems wielding it.”

You waved it back and forth, leaving a trail of cinders in its wake.

“What’s it do?”

“It burns the living shit out of whatever you stab it with. It’s also quite sturdy, and very fireproof. Perfect for someone with your newly acquired skills, and small enough that you won’t have a problem using it while swinging about.”

You compared it to your Vibranium-coated dagger and couldn’t help but feel a bit of envy towards Elsa for owning this thing. You doubted your own blade could withstand the sweltering heat being projected from your hands, but you would never know unless you put it to the test.

“It is a fine weapon, befitting a warrior.”

Ana clapped you on the back and you smiled back at her.

Suddenly, your phone rang, and you struggled for a minute to figure out what to do with both daggers in your hands. Yours went into its sheath, while Elsa’s had no such convenient container. Instead, you created a patch of webbing along the small of your back and laid the knife flat against it. Once you were sure that it wasn’t going anywhere, you pulled out your phone to answer it.

It was Cat.

“Cat? What’s up?”

“Demons are on the move! They’re starting to climb out of the pit, and the cops are struggling to keep them contained.”

You muttered a curse and relayed the information to the others before putting the phone on speaker. You thought you'd have more time!

“That’s not all. It looks like news reached the Morlocks, and they’re out here too.”

“What!? Why?”

“A group of demons slipped into some of the more populated areas, and they’re trying to put them down, but these ones are bigger and stronger than the others.”

“Then I will join them.”

Ana swung her cloak over her shoulders and brandished her spear. She was already heading towards the door.

“Me and Frank’ll hold them off at the pit. What about you and Sandy?”

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>”Me and Sandy will hold them off with you.”
>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”
>”Go with Ana. me and Flint will handle the rest.”
>'You guys go on ahead! I've got a plan. (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

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>>5706482
>>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

>>5706482
>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

>>5706482
>>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

>>5706482
>>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

>>5706482
>>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

>>5706485
>>5706486
>>5706526
>>5706566
>>5706600
>”Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

It's unanimous! Writing...

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“Have Flint meet you there. I’ll help Ana and the Morlocks take on the stronger demons.”

Both she and Frank nodded, a mixture of manic excitement and alarm in their expressions. Neither of them seemed quite afraid, though. That was one thing you’d come to admire about Elsa. It wasn;t as if she never felt fear, but she was so supremely confident in her own abilities that she simply didn’t factor the possibility of failure into her plans. Whether that was arrogance or not, you weren’t sure, but that certainly hasn’t been the case in your experience, so you decided to put your faith in her abilities as well.

“Watch yourselves out there.”

“And watch out for Stasie” was the unsaid implication behind those words.

You nodded in return.

“I’ll make sure that nothing happens to our people.”

She flashed a smile, seemingly satisfied with your answer.

“Then quit standing around and get going! Stasie moves like a thing out of hell when she spots her prey.”

You got flashbacks of the first night you went hunting together, as well as your first night together. You tried, and failed to suppress a smile.

“Don’t I know it…”

And without further comment, you ran out the door and headed for the nearest exit you knew of.

—-------

It didn’t take long to catch up with Anastasia. She was following the trail of chaos that had been carved out by the higher ranking demons in the city. Mainly, it was people running and screaming for their lives. They were more than willing to point out the reason for their panic, but Cat and Prowler were an even bigger help in providing you with more precise directions. You would’ve used your Mark to give yourself an explosive speed boost, but you didn’t quite know how to make that work with your current powerset. You would just have to wing it.

When you finally reached the source of all this widespread mayhem, you understood immediately why neither Cat nor Prowler felt it appropriate to engage the high-level demons. In all honesty, they probably wouldn’t have stood a chance.

The largest of the demons, a towering, brownish-green blob of fat, a collection of gnarled horns jutting out of the top of its wide head and running down its back in a curving pattern. Its arms were thick and club-like, decimating whatever it hit with each and every swing. It had a grotesquely stretched face that appeared to be pulled back into a perpetual smile, and its flesh jiggled with the slightest of movements.

And to your great horror, it was currently dead-set on killing W. The naïve clone never stopped moving, expertly avoiding its swings, and leaping from place to place when a torrent of acid spit flew from its massive mouth. You didn’t like how unnaturally wide its mouth could open, but you liked the strength of its acid even less. It pretty much ate through the metal of a nearby car within seconds, collapsing it into a pile of goo before your very eyes.

(Cont.)

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Glass’ engagement was far more harrowing, however.

In a blinding display of speed and precision, the transparent Morlock boy parried, dodged and struck out at a blur of red and black. When it finally slowed down enough for you to get a good look at it, you silently wished that it never had.

The creature was equipped with all manner of natural weapons, from a bladed scorpion tail, to razor-like pincers and a stinger that could easily impale a man. The shape of its body reminded you of a spider, but instead of walking on eight insectoid legs, it carried itself on a multitude of humanoid limbs. Some looked healthy and muscular, and others were wrinkled and gnarled by age. More limbs trailed up her torso, stopping just below her bare breasts. All three rows of them.

The demoness let out a rasping breath, but it hadn’t come out of her mouth. She didn’t appear to have one. Instead, an array of porous holes opened up in her throat, expanding and contracting like some sort of mutated sea sponge.

After a brief rest, she was back on Glass, assaulting him with a whirlwind of lethal attacks that left you feeling worried for his overall integrity. He wasn’t exactly fragile, but you didn’t think that there was any way he could keep this up for much longer. Then again, Callisto had declared him as her second in command.

But out of all of the demons you’d spotted during their battle, The Deep One’s opponent scared you the most. He wasn’t bigger than the blob that W was fighting, and he wasn’t as fast as Glass’, but this one had something that the other two didn’t. Skill and finesse.

It was tall, red, muscular, and noticeably more intelligent than its peers. Its long, white hair dangled over its shoulders and in front of its face, leaving just enough of an opening to expose its face.

It had no eyes. None that you could see, at least. There was a black cloth that covered the area where they should be, and you could see a great deal of scar tissue peeking out from where it had been tightly wrapped. Its sharp teeth jutted out from its lower lip in a constant snarl, but you somehow got the impression that it wasn’t at all angry.

On the contrary, it appeared to be enjoying its duel with Iara. You didn’t think that Iara felt the same way, though. Despite her perpetual grin, she was slowly, but surely getting pushed back by the demon. The large, black blades she wielded had been commissioned from Gloria, and she was extremely satisfied by the fact that she would get to keep them after the mission. But their size and thickness paled in comparison to the long, curving blades jutting out from in between the demon’s knuckles. They looked like a pair of deformed greatswords, far longer than its actual arms were, and twice as deadly as Iara’s weapons. The range disadvantage was clear, and the sight of its building muscles didn’t leave you feeling very optimistic about her ability to turn the tide of battle on her own.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Web up the fat demon’s mouth in order to prevent it from spitting more acid.
>Wait until the acid demon’s mouth opens, and then fill it with flaming web-balls.
>Ignite your blades and carve a gash straight through the fat demon’s stomach!
>Form a flaming web garotte around the pudgy demon’s neck and have W help you behead it! Or at least choke it out. Whichever comes first.
>Lock down the multi-limbed demon with a series of web-traps.
>Cover the neck holes of the multi-limbed demon with webbing. If she can’t breathe then she can’t fight as effectively.
>Wrap the blade-demon's head in hair and webbing and set it ablaze!
>Ignite your blades and use them to hack away at the blade-demon’s leg.
>Advise Ana to impale a target with her spear. (Which one?)
>Write-in.

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>>5707431
>Cover the neck holes of the multi-limbed demon with webbing. If she can’t breathe then she can’t fight as effectively.
>>Wait until the acid demon’s mouth opens, and then fill it with flaming web-balls.
both seem like options that could be done quick if given the chance, then
>Ignite your blades and carve a gash straight through the fat demon’s stomach!

>>5707431
>Lock down the multi-limbed demon with a series of web-traps.

>>5707431
>>Wait until the acid demon’s mouth opens, and then fill it with flaming web-balls.

worry

>>5707445
+1

>>5708701
Don't worry, I'm still here. I've just been busy these past few days. I'll be sure to put out a fresh new update tomorrow morning.

>>5707445
>>5708842
>>5707555
>Cover the neck holes of the multi-limbed demon with webbing. If she can’t breathe then she can’t fight as effectively.
>>Wait until the acid demon’s mouth opens, and then fill it with flaming web-balls.
>Ignite your blades and carve a gash straight through the fat demon’s stomach!

I realize now that I could've just called a roll order last night!

Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5709153

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5709153
Please, I don't wanna fuck this up

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>5709153
I believe in the heart of the cards

>>5709154
>>5709175
>>5709178
>63

Taking these. Writing...

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>63

Immediately, you identified the multi-limbed demon as one of the biggest threats present. Its blinding speed would’ve been too much for any normal person to keep up with, let alone a mutant with no perception enhancing powers to speak of.

So, you swung over one of the fat demon’s swings, dove underneath to follow-up swing, and slid towards Glass. The grinning monster looked as if it was going to prepare another attack, but W distracted it at the last second by firing a series of web-bolts into its eyes. It recoiled immediately, falling back and swinging wildly at where she had been a moment ago.

You refocused on the task at hand and waited for the speedy demon to slow down a bit. And after several seconds, it did just that, and you didn’t hesitate in coiling a pair of weblines around her slender neck.

“You should really layer up! It gets cold out here at night. If you’re not careful, you might poke someone’s eye out with those things.”

You gestured at all six of her bare breasts. The multi-limbed demon jumped and turned back to glare at you. Her serrated tail whipped back to sever the weblines, but the webbing around her throat remained. And before she could even think about tearing it all away, glass lunged at her, his hands formed into a pair of sharp spikes. Even with the momentary distraction, the demon’s reaction was unnervingly fast, but not quite fast enough to avoid being skewered by the Morlock boy.

The demon gasped breathlessly as she simultaneously choked due to lack of oxygen and an excess of blood in her lungs. Black ichor poured from her mouth as she used her pincers to shatter the glass weapons and break off the engagement. But her movements were a lot slower, and the way she winced with each movement told you that Glass’ attack had done exactly what he wanted it to. Knowing him, he’d caused the tips of each lance to bloom and expand before the demon had a chance to break his arms. All those glass shards were still lodged inside of its torso, and they were only adding to its already substantial internal bleeding.

You were just about to try and subdue its flailing legs, when a familiar shape blurred past you, spear in hand.

Anastasia leapt towards the multi-limbed demon, landing on its back and stabbing her spear down through her back. The flaming tip exited through the abdomen, and the horrifying creature bucked and flailed as if she’d been stepping on hot coals. Ana twisted the spear, and you could see the demon’s bladed tail turning to strike at her.

You kept the appendage still with a well aimed webline, planting your feet into the ground and pulling with all your might.

(Cont.)

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Not wanting to miss his chance, Glass kicked off his shoes and skated towards the demon with an impressive burst of speed. He grew another pair of glass blades along his arms and struck out at her legs and abdomen as he slid under her. The demon collapsed in an instant, becoming impaled on the little transparent caltrops that Glass had left in his wake during his passing.

Anastasia yanked her spear out as the creature fell. With a mighty roar, she swung it over her head and aimed the flaming edge at the demon’s slender neck. The spear-tip cleaved clean through its flesh, sending her head flying in a shower of black blood.

“Whoa…”

You swallowed hard, fighting down a surge of admiration so that you weren’t just staring dumbly at your lover in the middle of a fight. As soon as you were able, you turned and swung back over to the fat demon, hoping that Glass and Ana could assist Iara in her battle.

W was still deftly avoiding the acid bile of the fat demon, but she was quickly running out of immediately traversable terrain to make use of with its constant thrashing and melting of her surroundings. So, you decided to punish it for puking all over the place.

You waited for the next time it opened its gaping maw, and as soon as you were in position, you swung around and launched a couple dozen flaming web-balls into its waiting mouth!

“Hope you’re hungry!”

The process of creating them hadn’t been hard. You just ruled up some webbing, stuffed them into a sack(also made of webbing), set it on fire and tossed it towards the demon.

Its eyes widened considerably when it sensed the unfathomably hot web balls trail along its tongue and sink down into its stomach. The creature gagged and staggered back, clutching at its throat with those inarticulate club-like hands.

“Seriously, I know all the pretty fashion models do it, but it’s just not healthy to throw up that often. They must not be too big on body positivity in Hell.”

In that moment, you launched yourself at the pudgy abomination, both your daggers bared in hands veiled in blazing, ghostly flame. Both superheated knives stabbed into its round belly, carving through it like…well, a hot knife through butter. Or in this case, it might be more appropriate to compare it to “a hot knife through blubber”.

“But really, it’s what’s on the inside that matters!”

The demon thrashed about wildly and let out a guttural roar the further you slid down its stomach, your blades becoming slick in guts, gore, and presumably, more acid. But this was most likely a weaker, or less potent version of it. Perhaps the mucus from its stomach served to protect you somewhat. You didn’t know for sure. You weren’t a turbo-nerd like your brother.

The vile stuff sizzled on your skin, and you fought to keep from letting go of your knives prematurely. Unfortunately, however, the matter was taken out of your hands entirely.

(Cont.)

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Judging by its earlier movements, you deduced that the demon was far too slow and lumbering—its manual dexterity too clumsy and uncoordinated to do anything about an attack that was up-close and personal. But apparently, you’d severely underestimated it, because a moment later, an arm as thick as a tree trunk slammed into you from the left, knocking you clear away from the demon.

Your body bounced along the pavement several times, skidding and sliding until you dug your hands into the ground to slow yourself down. You glared back up at the offending party with pure hatred, but that feeling was immediately replaced by amazement and…disgust.

The demon hadn’t just swatted you away with that desperate swipe. It also pulverized a decent chunk of its stomach! Its guts were hanging out in plain sight, dragging along the ground as it heaved and staggered. The thing was far sturdier than it looked.

“Ugh. I take it back. Your insides are ugly too…”

As if it understood you perfectly, the demon roared and charged at you with more speed than you would’ve thought possible from a creature of its size. It was then that W sprung into action, landing on top of its head and yanking at one of its many horns.

With a strained grunt, she managed to break one of them off and shoved the pointy end into its left eye. The demon bellowed and swatted at the silent webslinger with a reckless sort of desperation. You were about to prepare a webline trap so that you could cause it to trip, but it surprised you by vomiting another torrent of acid, first at you, and then into the sky to ward off W. Both of you swung away from the sudden downpour of acid rain, and Ana and Glass seemed to be able to take cover in time to avoid being splashed.

But the Deep One wasn’t nearly so lucky.

“Look out!”

Locked in mortal combat with the long-haired demon, her movements were severely locked down. So much so that she didn’t have any time to avoid the acid. She kept fighting, her manic grin becoming a mask of pain as she gritted her teeth so hard that her gums bled. The acid burned her abnormally tough flesh upon contact, opening up holes in it and burning her clothes until they were little more than bloody tatters. You thought you could even see raw muscle through the holes that opened up in her flesh!

With nothing but sheer tenacity and dogged determination, Iara fought on, struggling to remain conscious through the pain, no doubt. But your heart dropped when you saw the state of the long-haired demon. It whipped its long, silvery main around, roaring into the sky, almost completely unscathed!

Somehow, it had shielded itself from the acid attack with its hair, the acrid substance sliding off it like water against laminated plastic. You didn’t know how this demon ranked on Elsa’s charts, but he seemed unusually strong for a demon minion.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Catapult yourself towards the horn protruding out of the fat demon’s eye and push it into his brain.
>Create a massive, spiked, flaming web-ball and slam into the fat demon!
>Team up with W to hogtie the acid demon.
>Leave the acid demon to W and pile onto the blade-demon with everyone else!
>Use your webbing to form a giant swordbreaker to catch the demon’s weapons.
>Wrap the blade-demon's head in hair and webbing and set it ablaze!
>Write-in.

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>>5709267
>>Team up with W to hogtie the acid demon.
probably best to take out their AoE

>>5709267
>Use your webbing to form a giant swordbreaker to catch the demon’s weapons.
>But first, use our web to slingshot Glass into the fat demon, and signal Ana to take Iara were Cat and Prowler can come with a car to take Iara while she tries to recover.

I'm confident that we can break the sword-demons blades in this single next turn and fight it before he can regrow them. Also, maybe we can cover our body with the flames in this combat. It should protect us from grab attacks or hell, even enhance us someway by using them like this.

>>5709267
>>Catapult yourself towards the horn protruding out of the fat demon’s eye and push it into his brain.

>>5709267
>>Catapult yourself towards the horn protruding out of the fat demon’s eye and push it into his brain.

>>5709389
>>5709788
>Catapult yourself towards the horn protruding out of the fat demon’s eye and push it into his brain.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

I'll update tomorrow morning as soon as I can.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>5709850

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>5709850

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>5709850

>>5709860
>>5709864
>>5710015
>60

Taking these. Writing...

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>60

Determined not to let the fat demon spew anymore acid around the battlefield, you leapt into the air and fired a pair of weblines behind you without looking. Both projectiles hit their mark and, with a snap, you were pulled back by the shear tension of the taut threads. You flipped backwards once, and then lined up another set of weblines to send you hurtling towards the head of the acid demon. A second later, you were launched through the air like a human slingshot, tucking in your legs and preparing to kick down with all your might at your target.

The fat demon looked up dumbly at you, just in time to receive a flying kick to the face. Specifically, where W had impaled its eye with its broken horn. The impact was enough to slam its back into a nearby building, causing the wall to crack and crumble under its immense weight. The horn dug deeper, but you knew that it could’ve gone deeper. So, you connected multiple weblines to its face and the side of the crumbling building, and began pulling with every ounce of strength that you could muster. Slowly, but surely, the horn sank deeper into its head. So much so that your boots were becoming drenched in its vile blood. It was only due to your feet’s adhesive qualities that you avoided slipping off.

And while the creature hadn’t died immediately, you were sure that its motor control had taken a serious hit from the permanent brain injury you were giving it. Its arms flailed drunkenly in an attempt to swat you away, but W was doing a fantastic job at webbing its arms to the ground and walls. And just when you thought that you’d be able to pull this off without any more major hiccups, a long, slimy tendril coiled around your torso, and the affected area exploded into pain!

You screamed, momentarily releasing your grip on the weblines, but you struggled to hang on by the very tips of your fingers. A long, snake-like tongue wrapped around the weblines, melting them down in mere seconds. Through the blinding pain, you wondered just how long it would take for that to happen to you.

With its tongue alone, the fat demon pulled you away from the horn and held you in front of it, staring at you with its one remaining good eye. Its sclera was pitch black, with a single bright white pupil puncturing through the darkness. It shone brilliantly, but there was something inherently sinister about it that sent a shiver down your spine. Or maybe that was just the acid eating through your flesh. It was hard to tell at this point.

The demon laughed evilly, opened its mouth unnaturally wide as if it meant to swallow you whole. And maybe it did. Your mind raced as it drew you nearer, its putrid breath making your eyes sting and your nostrils burn.

“Burn”.

Hmm. What if…

(Cont.)

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You slowed your breathing and forced your hands to ignite! Halfway into its mouth, you felt as much as heard the demon gasp. But you weren’t about to stop there. You were going to have to burn a lot hotter if you wanted to free yourself. So this time, you didn’t try to control it.

Absently, in the back of your mind, somewhere beyond the pain and fear that clouded your mind, you remembered an old saying your dad taught you once.

When you were so angry that you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, put it in a box, and save it for later. And when the time felt right, open the box, and let it all out.

That was probably an unhealthy repression of emotion by any therapist’s standards, but you understood what he was getting at. The trick wasn’t to avoid getting angry. It was to save your anger for something that mattered.

So, that’s what you did. You opened the box.

A frenzied shout filled your ears, and it took you a moment to realize that it was your own. Pale green fire trailed up your arms and onto your shoulders, before spreading to your chest and back. You were burning hot! So much so that you thought you might pass out from the intensity of it. You grew lightheaded, and your muscles screamed as something other than physical stamina drained within you.

You couldn’t keep this up for much longer, you knew, but you didn’t have to. Soon enough, the fat demon decided that it had had enough, and it released its slimy grip on you like a child yanking its hand away from a hot stove. It took everything you had to avoid passing out, and your hand automatically reached up to snag a nearby light pole with a webline.

Your limp form swung out of the demon’s gaping maw, still on fire, and feeling as if you might suffocate from the lack of oxygen. Too hot. Fire must be burning it up before it can reach your lungs. Or your brain…

Through bleary eyes, your vision slightly distorted by the heat haze shrouding your body, you glanced back at the fight between W and the fat demon. Somehow, she’d managed to ensnare its head in some sort of improvised reverse bear trap. It fought feebly as she pulled the horn deeper and deeper into its brain from behind its head. The building that she’d used as a foundation for this web structure was quickly crumbling, however, and you feared that it might give out before her opponent did.

A second later, your worst fears came to fruition, and the strain on the building became too great for its foundations to support. In a cloud of dust, W, the demon and about half of the building all collapsed , causing a wave of concrete and debris to sweep out onto the street, clouding your vision even more.

The sudden rush of force did very little to put out the flames engulfing your body, so you searched desperately for a way to put them out. After a few seconds, your wish came in the form of a fire hydrant!

(Cont.)

You crawled towards it, snagging the side of it with a webline and pulling with everything you had left. It came off with an audible crunch, and you breathed in deep as a torrent of cold water washed over you and doused the pale green flames.

You basked in the soothing sensation that water had on your fresh acid burns. It was a genuine struggle to push yourself off of the ground and onto shaky feet. Your muscles screamed, and you tried your best to ignore them. They’d settle down soon enough.

Through the cloud of dust, you could see three familiar shapes wrestling with a larger creature with two blade-like protrusions at the end of its arms. Now that Ana and Glass had joined the fight, they were able to give Iara some breathing room.

In melee range, the Morlock boy was only able to get in shallow cuts before being forced to retreat, his own weapons being far more fragile and lacking the range to commit to an attack without endangering himself unnecessarily. However, you did spot a few crystal lances embedded in the demon’s body. You had no doubt that Glass was repeating the same technique he’d used on his previous opponent. But that didn’t appear to be slowing the demon down much. It was still fighting as if its own injuries meant nothing at all to it.

Ana was fighting more conservatively, perfectly aware that a single slip-up could result in her immediate dismemberment. Iara seemed to be taking a moment to catch her breath and lick her wounds. You’d remembered how bad they looked earlier. She did heal faster than most people, but you weren’t deluded enough to think that she wasn’t in a world of pain right now.

What will you do?

>Go and check on W. You didn’t see her walk out of that pile of rubble.
>Tell the others to get clear and hit him with your Resonance Amplifier on its highest setting!
>Load a Garlic Pepper Pellet into your wrist launcher and fire it at the demon’s nose. Maybe it uses scent to navigate.
>Try to recreate the human fireball trick and engulf the demon in pale green flames!
>Stick him with the remainder of your web bombs to lock him down.
>Write-in.

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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5710339
>Tell the others to get clear and hit him with your Resonance Amplifier on its highest setting!
>Go and check on W. You didn’t see her walk out of that pile of rubble.

>>5710342
+1

>>5710339
>>Load a Garlic Pepper Pellet into your wrist launcher and fire it at the demon’s nose. Maybe it uses scent to navigate.

>>5710339
>>Tell the others to get clear and hit him with your Resonance Amplifier on its highest setting!

No need to check on W, either already crushed by rubble, or she's fine

>>5710342
>>5710359
>>5710486
>Tell the others to get clear and hit him with your Resonance Amplifier on its highest setting!
>Go and check on W. You didn’t see her walk out of that pile of rubble.

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Reaching around for your Resonance Amplifier, you were relieved to find that it was mostly undamaged by your sudden outburst. You activated it, pointed it at the last remaining demon and cranked it up to the highest setting.

This had better work…!

“Everyone, move!”

Without asking why, everyone other than the demon obeyed your command. It turned to snarl at you, only to be blasted by a deafeningly high-pitched, concentrated soundwave. The resulting attack shattered the glass of nearby windows and shook you to your very core. Even with the built-in stabilizers, you regretted not creating a pair of webbed earmuffs before firing this thing. But your reaction was far more tame than the demon’s.

It clutched at its ears and roared in pain. Its hair seemed to stand on end as it straightened and squirmed as if it was a living thing. After a few seconds, it appeared to adjust slightly to the head-splitting pain, and began to stomp towards you. The closer it got, the more the sound-waves grew in intensity. Despite this, the demon forged on. It ignored the rippling and tearing of its red flesh, the bleeding of its ears, and likely the rupturing of its internal organs. Even still, it fought with every fiber of its being to reach you, even going so far as to dig its knuckle blades into the ground to gain a bit more traction.

You took a step back, and the relentless monster took that as encouragement. It roared, spitting blood and bile as it did so, before leaping high into the air! You moved to track it with your sonic cannon, but the demon seemed determined to end your life before you could do any further damage to it.

It wound its arm back to strike at you, and…a cluster of thick, crystal spears impaled it from the side, interrupting its momentum and weighing it down to the point of causing it to plummet back down to the ground.

You opened your mouth to thank Glass for the assist, but he looked just as confused as you did. And those crystals had come from the wrong direction, so who…?

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything. Now seemed like the opportune time to step in.”

A familiar voice came from a nearby alleyway, and a woman with dark skin and an even darker cloak walked out to greet you. For a second you’d forgotten her name, but seeing the cross branded on her left cheek instantly reminded you of your encounter with her. This was Oya, Louise’s superior in the Nightguard!

Her eyes shone with bright, mismatched color. One was vibrant blue, and the other blazing orange. Those brilliant eyes flicked towards the ground, and her hand moved out of her cloak.

The air around you noticeably dropped in temperature, and the downed demon, which had been slowly creeping towards you, was now a pincushion filled with thick ice shards.

Once it had stopped moving entirely, Oya returned her attention to you.

“Thanks for the assist. But if you don’t mind me asking, what’re you doing here?”

(Cont.)

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She held out a hand and you took it. It was cold to the touch.

“If you recall, me and the Kravinoff family are working closely together to coordinate the next Great Hunt. When I heard that Anastasia was building powerful connections in this city, I thought it best to investigate further. And that it is when I stumbled upon signs of strong, demonic activity.”

You nodded slowly.

“So you hunt demons, too. I’m starting to see why.”

You glared hatefully at the dead demons scattered throughout the area. When your gaze landed on the collapsed building, your eyes went wide and you nearly dropped your sonic cannon in your rush to check the wreckage for W’s body. You hadn’t seen her crawl out of there!

You shouted her name, tearing through the rubble and tossing it aside with reckless abandon. The others came to join you a moment later. Everyone except Oya. You were about to shout at her, but you noticed her staring at a particular spot in the wreckage, her orange eye flaring a bit.

“Try searching there. I sense a warm body.”

You all paused for a moment, and then you followed her lead without asking any questions. Sure enough, you found her exactly where Oya had pointed out. She was curled up, covering her extremities as a pile of concrete and rebar weighed her down. She looked hurt, but nowhere near as bad as Iara. Although, that was only judging from what you could see on the surface.

Glass hovered over her protectively, his own cracks slowly sealing themselves now that the battle was over.

“Is she…?”

“I think she’ll be okay. People like us tend to heal fast. But we should get her looked at, just in case.”

You picked her up gingerly, trying to ignore your own injuries as you did so. Iara reached out like she wanted to take her from you, but one look at her told you that she shouldn’t have been standing right now. That acid rain had really done a number on her.

You were about to tell her, or anyone else to call for transport, but your thoughts were interrupted by a line of black SUVs rolling down the street and pincering you from both sides. Their tires screeched to a halt, and a small army of well-dressed, and well-armed men and women began filing out to surround you.

The Morlocks that were still conscious adopted fighting stances, and you attempted to shield W with your body as they pointed their guns at you. The bruised and battered clone groaned miserably in your arms.

Oya just looked on curiously, seemingly detached from the entire spectacle.

From the firing squad in front of you, a man and woman parted their ranks without having to speak a word. They now stood at the forefront of who you assumed were their hired thugs.

(Cont.)

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The man had a peculiar appearance. He was tall, thin and wore a close-fitting leather trench coat with a fully tailored black suit underneath. The white pinstripes that you could see from underneath his trench coat were the only diversification of color besides his dress shirt, which was of a slightly lighter shade of gray.

He had a squarish jaw, but the rest of his face seemed a bit too thin and gaunt. He had almost no hair, except for the single lock of hair that hung in front of his face. It wasn’t a good look, and you sincerely hoped that he’d sent his barber to the dungeon for giving him that haircut.

The person next to him was a bit better looking, though. She wore a plaid, sleeveless shirt, exposing the many tattoos she had spread along her arms. But you were paying less attention to those than you were the outstanding rack that was practically bursting out of her shirt. They weren’t as glorious as Felicia’s but you were still impressed.

You dragged your gaze away from them and focused on the plain skirt she wore just above the knee, hugging her generous curves. Her face was…a bit plain, but her big hair and stylized makeup and accessories made up for it. Upon noticing your inspection, she smugly pushed up her glasses and her considerable bust in one fluid movement. She was currently smiling at you, but the man next to you was not. His face was scrunched up in a scowl that could put J.J.J to shame.

“In only two days, you have somehow managed to ruin several years worth of planning! Do you have any idea what I went through to amass such a large army of demons right under everyone’s noses?”

You’re guessing that this was Mr. Degli. You had to say, he was a lot more unimpressive in person. More like a wannabe goth hipster than a credible threat.

“No, but I’m sure you’re gonna tell me.”

You did NOT have time to let this dork monologue for an hour until Elsa showed up!

The man’s eyes flashed, and for the briefest moments, your spider sense blared in the back of your mind with enough urgency that you nearly dropped W to run. It was like being caught out in a blizzard, naked and wet. You’d never felt anything like it. You worked to get your heartbeat back to a regular rhythm. This must’ve been what Ana was talking about.

The man’s eyes were wide now, and stepped towards you purposefully.

“You took everything from me. My contracts, my sanctuary, my army. You’ll pay dearly for every slight you’ve made against me. I’ll take it out of your hide and flay your soul where you stand, just to prolong your suffering for as long as humanly possible.”

Oya stepped in front of you, not willing to entertain this game any longer.

“Do you think you can burst into flames again?”

You handed W to Iara and stepped back a bit.

“I can try. Why? Do you have a plan?”

She nodded.

“Just trust me.”

(Cont.)

Instead of arguing, you took a deep breath, closed your eyes and focused on the sensation you felt when the fat demon tried to swallow you whole. Your entire body burst into pale green flames, and you could feel your breath leaving you in that exact same instant. But instead of choking or burning yourself out, you could feel the heat rapidly dissipate from your body. Just like before, the temperature in the immediate area dropped considerably, and you watched as the green flames you’d just generated flew into Oya’s hands!

With a sweeping flourish, she conjured up a cone of ice to protect herself, and everyone near her. Degli’s men began to fire a moment later, their bullets slowly chipping away at the hastily made ice fortress’ defenses.

What will you do?

>Work with Oya to reinforce the ice walls until Elsa, Frank and Flint can get here.
>Signal Cat and Prowler to get into position. As soon as these guys are distracted, you’ll have them jump out and ambush these guys from behind!
>Feed as much fire as you can into Oya so that she can fight Degli at full strength!
>Jump out of the top of barrier and toss out your web bombs to disable Degli's men.
>Slip out of the barrier and open fire! These guys couldn't hit you if you laid down to take a nap.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5711143
>>Feed as much fire as you can into Oya so that she can fight Degli at full strength!
i am fire i am death

>>5711143
>Work with Oya to reinforce the ice walls until Elsa, Frank and Flint can get here.

>>5711149
quip "say when"

>>5711143
>>Feed as much fire as you can into Oya so that she can fight Degli at full strength!

>>5711149
>>5711215
>Feed as much fire as you can into Oya so that she can fight Degli at full strength!

Roll 1d100+10, bo3 to see just how much power you can conjure up!

Rolled 27 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5711451
say it with me, MAXIMUM SPIDER!

>>5711455
ok this one wasn't even mid spider

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5711451

Rolled 62 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5711451

>>5711455
>>5711460
>>5711476
>72

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>72

You shook your hands out, bounced on the tips of your toes, and shook your head from side to side. Alright, you could do this. Just give her everything you’ve got and hope that you don’t die from suffocation, gunshot wounds or violent soul mutilation. No pressure.

“Just say when.”

You took a deep breath and prepared to “Flame On”, when you saw Ana pulling out her spear and setting it ablaze. Everyone stared at it in surprise, before you and Oya finally understood what her intention was.

“It might break your enchantment.”

Oya warned her. Ana just shook her head and pushed the spear closer.

“I would prefer it dying.”

Glass and Iara nodded their agreement.

Oya shrugged and began siphoning fire from the spear tip. You took that as your cue to join in, and after a few tries, you managed to successfully repeat your “walking fireball” trick. Pale green flame enveloped your entire body, before quickly dissipating as Oya absorbed them from you. You pushed even harder, devoting all of your attention to feeding the flames, struggling just to keep up with the rate of the Senior Nightguard’s absorption capabilities. The other two just stood by and watched in awe, wondering whether this would be enough to get you out of this alive.

Eventually, the ice walls were beginning to crack under the weight of the constant gunfire pelting them from all angles. But right before they went down, you made sure to give Oya every last drop of your power. When you were absolutely certain that the well was completely dry, you fell to one knee and sucked in a breath. Your lungs burned from a severe lack of oxygen, and your muscles ached for reasons that you couldn’t entirely explain.

Oya’s blue eye blazed with power. So much so that it all just looked like one solid color. She Shoved her arms towards the ground and the ice walls exploded outwards, temporarily leaving you undefended…or so you thought.

A wave of freezing air swept out, knocking some bullets off course and outright ripping the momentum out of others. You watched as countless frozen pellets fell and shattered to the ground. But other than that, you heard no more gunfire. And that’s when you realized that everyone other than Mr. Degli had been frozen solid!

The water that had once covered the ground had now frozen solid into a jagged sheet of ice. Degli’s men had frozen where they stood. Some looked panicked, while others hadn’t even realized what was happening to them until it was too late.

Even Degli’s right-hand woman had a shocked expression frozen onto her face, her arms held up to shield herself from Oya’s unblockable attack.

Only their leader stood unscathed, his thick boots slightly sticking to the ground and his hair a bit mussed, but he was otherwise unharmed. He was staring at Oya with renewed interest. He hadn’t even deigned to acknowledge her before, but now…

(Cont.)

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Iara hissed at him.

“What’s it take to kill this guy?”

He laughed, his face curling into a smile that you could only describe as oily.

“Three mutants skulking around my city. Am I perhaps being targeted by the X-Men?”

You frowned and glanced at the other two. They were glancing at each other, and then Ana. She shrugged, and then every eye fell on Oya. She scowled at him.

“The X-Men’s business is their own. This is mine.”

She pushed another wave of freezing energy at him, and this time, the entire city block became covered in frost! Degli was pushed back a bit, but he dug his heels in and pushed back, clearly struggling against the Nightguard’s overwhelming power. You noticed then that he had several rings on fingers that were glowing brightly. You weren’t an expert in magic, but you felt comfortable guessing that those rings were heavily enchanted, thus granting him a supreme amount of protection from Oya’s attacks.

“You’re powerful indeed…but not powerful enough to do more than inconvenience me!”

He pointed a finger at Oya, and your eyes went wide. You might not have much strength left in your body, but your Spider Sense never seemed to run out of battery.

“Get down!”


Oya hastily erected a frost wall and dove for cover as a bright white projectile smashed straight through her barrier with no trouble at all!

Degli found his footing once more after Oya ceased her relentless assault. He waggled his finger back and forth with a sinister smirk plastered across his face. He switched from target to target, before settling on the most vulnerable of your number.

W.

Your heart sank, and you moved to yank both her and Iara out of the way, but the arrival of yet another familiar face drew everyone’s attention. And to your great relief, she had arrived way ahead of schedule.

“Don’t you go pointing that finger at them, Blackheart. God knows where it's been.”

Elsa Bloodstone stomped across a frozen field, her brown trench coat billowing in the wind. She was carrying what looked to be an old-fashioned pistol made of wood in her right hand, pointing it directly at Degli.

He sneered at Elsa at first, but as soon as he saw the gun, he jolted in place. The man looked as if he might piss himself on the spot!

You gave the gun a closer look, and was surprised to learn that your earlier assessment had been incorrect. The gun wasn’t made of wood, after all. Its texture almost reminded you of marbled meat, but the surface of it was too sinewy. Too dark. And… was that a hissing noise coming from the barrel?

“Is that…!?”

Elsa’s grin widened. She eyed the gun appreciatively, running her gloved hands over its glossy surface.

(Cont.)

“Yup. It’s a ‘Breathing Gun’. Not many of these still around, but I reckon you know more about this thing than I do. Kills angels and demons indiscriminately, and they don’t ever miss. What say you, ‘Degli’. Would you like to find out whether these bullets would have any effect on you? I’m welcome to test that theory if you are.”

She pointed the gun back at him and the hissing noise became louder. Degli bared his teeth in a snarl and pointed his finger at Elsa. Both of them stared each other down like that for a while longer, before Degli lowered his hand and turned to walk away.

You watched as he placed a hand on the frozen woman’s arm, somehow causing her to defrost in an instant. She fell into his arms, and he slung her over his shoulder as if she were nothing more than luggage.

He turned to give you and Elsa one last dirty look. It was as if he was murdering all of you in his mind at that very moment.

“Make no mistake. I will remember this.”

Then, he snapped his fingers, and in the blink of an eye, he and the woman were gone.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Elsa included. Her appearance wavered, and you squinted to get a better look at her.

The “Breathing Gun” disappeared from her hand as if it had never been there, and the inconsistent shape of her shadow led you to believe she was using a cloaking device. The fake Elsa disabled the device on her wrist, revealing Sarah to be standing in her place. She wasn’t wearing the Terrible Eye mask this time.

“It’s a good thing he never tried to examine the illusion, or we’d most likely be dead right about now.”

What will you do?

>Laugh and pass out. You were EXHAUSTED!
>”How many of you guys are hiding back there? We’ve got an awful lot of guest stars today.”
>”You came back? Why? Did Elsa or Gloria send you?”
>”Hey, Sarah. Fancy meeting you here.”
>”Thanks. We owe you one.”
>”What the hell’s a ‘Breathing Gun’, and where do I get one?”
>”Please tell me that I didn’t just piss off an extremely high-ranking demon. Surely that won’t come back to bite me in the ass someday later, right?”
>”I’m definitely getting into Heaven for that, right? I’ve had to at least earned some good boy points after fighting against the forces of evil."
>Write-in.

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5711758
>>”How many of you guys are hiding back there? We’ve got an awful lot of guest stars today.”
not complaining tho
>”I’m definitely getting into Heaven for that, right? I’ve had to at least earned some good boy points after fighting against the forces of evil."

>>5711758
>”Hey, Sarah. Fancy meeting you here.”
>”How many of you guys are hiding back there? We’ve got an awful lot of guest stars today.”
>”Thanks. We owe you one.”

y'know I wonder if horton cells could improve on these new fire powers, wouldn't that be cool

>>5711758
>”Hey, Sarah. Fancy meeting you here.”
>"Defeat demons by finger guns." *finger guns*

>>5711758
>>”I’m definitely getting into Heaven for that, right? I’ve had to at least earned some good boy points after fighting against the forces of evil."
>”What the hell’s a ‘Breathing Gun’, and where do I get one?”
>”Thanks. We owe you one.”

>>5711762
>>5711763
>>5711773
>>5711820
>”Hey, Sarah. Fancy meeting you here.”
>”How many of you guys are hiding back there? We’ve got an awful lot of guest stars today.”
>”Thanks. We owe you one"
>”I’m definitely getting into Heaven for that, right? I’ve had to at least earned some good boy points after fighting against the forces of evil."

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>>5711768
It's worth a try!

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From where you sat, you waved lazily at the sorceress.

“Hey, Sarah. Fancy meeting you here.”

She gave you a lopsided grin.

“Not really. All I had to do to find you was to travel in the opposite direction of where everyone was running from.”

Fair enough.

“You’re not even the first person to jump to my rescue in the last five minutes. How many of you guys are hiding back there, anyway? We’ve got an awful lot of guest stars today.”

She smoothed her dress and slowly hovered several inches above the frozen ground. She was still wearing heels, and it was a clear struggle for her to walk in a straight line on such uneasy terrain.

“I can only speak for myself, I’m afraid. Anyone still hiding would find it more than a little awkward to come out and show their faces now.”

You hoped Cat and Prowler weren’t around to hear that.

“Thanks, anyway. We owe you one. Both of you.”

You quickly gestured to Oya. She inclined her head slightly, while Sarah nodded and gave you a pleasant smile.

Glass agreed with your sentiment, but Iara was still staring at Oya, who stubbornly stared ahead without meeting her gaze.

“He’s right. We appreciate what you two did here. You didn’t have to fight.”

Sarah shook her head.

“I was willing to leave Elsa to her business and find a place to hide until it all blew over, but that was before I knew Arch-Demons had gotten into the city. I have friends here for a convention, and I would hate it if they got their souls devoured while I wasn’t looking.”

Glass’ jaw opened and closed several times, and he looked like he wanted to ask whether that was an actual possibility. Ana just scoffed.

“Is that what those creatures were? They were worthy prey indeed. I have not needed to fight like that in quite some time.”

She sounded simultaneously proud and relieved at the same time. And the way she was eyeing that severed demon’s head gave you reason to believe that she was considering mounting it on a wall.

“I’m definitely getting into Heaven for that, right? I’ve had to at least earned some good boy points after bravely combating the forces of evil.”

Oya chuckled lightly, but she still didn’t look terribly pleased at the moment.

“One can only hope, Huntsman. Although, I’m afraid that you’ve only just dipped your foot in. The war between Heaven and Hell is constant, and we must all do our part to ensure that creatures such as these can never leave their realm.”

Ana gently nudged you with an elbow and flashed you a savage grin.

“She might be right. We will have to kill far more demons to even approach Heaven’s doorstep.”

You laughed, but it quickly turned into a pained cough. Breathing hurt.

"Hey, it beats sitting in church all day. I think this might be the start of a new Easter/Christmas/Thanksgiving tradition. The kids'll love it."

(Cont.)

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Iara leaned close and squinted at the Nightguard.

“Are you really a mutant like that goth freak said you were? Is that why you helped us?”

Finally, Oya turned up to lock eyes with the shark girl. And the look she gave her was…pitying, you thought. Genuinely mournful, and filled with resentment that wasn’t entirely aimed at Iara.

“No. I care very little for the affairs of mutants.”

“Other mutants, you mean.”

“Deep…”

Glass looked like he wanted to step between the two, but Iara wasn’t giving him any room to butt in.

“...Yes.”

That single word looked and sounded like it had to be dragged out of her. Iara huffed out a breath and nodded slowly.

“Need any help?”

Oya’s bright, multi-colored eyes widened at that. She blinked several times and frowned slightly.

“I’m sorry?”

Iara’s eyes swiveled in their sockets, and you realized that was her version of rolling her eyes at someone.

“Do you need any help?”

She spoke the same words as last time, only louder and more slowly.

“We’ve got a place for you to stay if you’re having trouble. It’s not as nice as Xavier’s, but it isn’t as stuck up either.”

Oya stared at her for a while longer, her eyes searching the other mutant’s for a while before she shook her head and threw on her hood.

“No. That won’t be necessary. Consorting with mutants would be of no interest to me.”

Now it was Iara’s turn to frown.

“And why the hell not? You’re a mutant too, aren’t you?”

The Nightguard turned back to stare at her, and there was something cold in her eyes now.

“Because mutants are an abomination.”

Iara’s jaw dropped, and everyone went still as Oya pulled her hood further over her head and turned to look at you and Ana. She had said it so easily, as if it were an indisputable fact. There was not a spark of anger in those words.

“The Nightguard appreciates your work here. We wish you luck in your endeavors going forward. Now, if you will excuse me…”

Then, as if nothing had happened, she started to walk away, ice melting rapidly in her path to the point of near-instant evaporation. It was only when she was about halfway down the street when Iara’s senses returned to her, and she nearly chased the woman down to beat some sense into her!

Glass held her back as best as he could without worsening her injuries. He’d had to hand W off to Ana in order to do that, and that meant that no one was helping you stand. So, it was back to the floor with you.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>”Girl’s got some real issues. I wonder if the Nightguard offers therapy.”
>”Why are all monster hunters so dramatic? Elsa’s the least depressing one that I’ve ever met.”
>”Cool your jets, Deep. You’re in worse shape than anyone else here. You need to rest.”
>”I hope the other guys are having an easier time than we did, because I don’t think I’m up for another round.”
>(Turn to Sarah.) “You mentioned that you had friends here. Are they also witches and wizards?”
>”Let’s head back before someone else shows up.”
>Chase after Oya. You wanted to talk to her a bit more.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5712546
>"I'll never understand the mutant hatred. Why does every other superpowered weirdo gets a pass, but not mutants?"
>”Let’s head back before someone else shows up.”

>>5712546
>>”Cool your jets, Deep. You’re in worse shape than anyone else here. You need to rest.”
>(Turn to Sarah.) “You mentioned that you had friends here. Are they also witches and wizards?”
well that's another supervillain scheduled to return and we haven't even gotten to the vampires.

>>5712546
>Shout after her: "Not cool, man."

>"I'll never understand the mutant hatred. Why does every other superpowered weirdo gets a pass, but not mutants?"
>”Let’s head back before someone else shows up.”

>>5712547
+1

>>5712547
>>5712690
>>5712707
>>5712895
>"I'll never understand the mutant hatred. Why does every other superpowered weirdo gets a pass, but not mutants?"
>”Let’s head back before someone else shows up.”

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You shook your head at her retreating back.

“I’ll never understand the mutant hatred. Why does every other superpowered weirdo get a pass, but not mutants?”

Glass grunted as he struggled to hold Iara back, but she eventually gave up. Ana crossed her arms and gave the Morlocks a questioning look.

“I have wondered about this as well. My father has often expressed the sentiment of referring to mutants and Inhumans as ‘Apex predators’. The next evolution of mankind. It is a naturally occurring phenomenon, if I am correct. Not entirely human, but…something more”

Glass nodded begrudgingly.

“It’s because they don’t understand what causes the X-Gene. Not exactly, anyway. Mutates like yourselves can be recreated with the right conditions. That’s why you’ve got more than one Hulk running around, and about a handful of Captain America wannabes.”

He turned to face you, his eyes crystal clear.

“But mutants can literally be anyone, and their powers can vary greatly. Without any experimental formulas or freak accidents, a random mutant can have the power to burn the world around them if they even get a little bit upset. An untrained mutant grows up not being able to control their powers completely, and that makes them an unknown quantity amongst the rest of the human population. Mutants like Magento and the Brotherhood give us a bad name, and people start to think of us like walking time-bombs.”

“We’re just like anyone else. We just look different. Not as pretty as the rest of you.”

Iara spoke up, her breaths coming in a bit ragged.

“Well…most of us aren’t. Poster boys and girls like Cyclops and Jean Grey don’t get it. They’re born looking perfect, but they cry about how they have it just as bad as the rest of us. I know it’s petty, but I just can’t think of us having the same problems most of the time. It’s what makes hanging out with the Morlocks feel more comfortable. We don’t have to lie to ourselves. The world’s never going to accept us. Not completely, anyway.”

Glass put a transparent hand on her arm. Her features softened a bit when she looked at him.

“Callie taught me that it’s okay to be a freak; to love myself. I don’t want to be ashamed of what I am, but I’m also not deluded enough to think that we’ll be able to change the minds of the people that reject us. Some people just won’t like you on principle, and they never will. And I’m fine with that. I just want to do right by the people that I like, and the people that like me.”

(Cont.)