You are Jack O'Connor, better known as the famous superhero called FREEDOM EAGLE, and you definitely Even Lift.You lie on your back in your black tank top and matching sweats, fingers wrapped tightly around your home weight set, engaged in the manly sport of bench-pressing.Except for you it's less of a "sport" and more of a job requirement, really.Underneath the armor and gauntlets and indestructible wings you're just a regular guy, capable of regular guy stuff.Even the suit's gauntlets don't GRANT you super-human strength but instead amplify what you already have to superhuman levels, so to keep yourself in-shape you gotta work out plenty."Good morning, Jack O'Connor," comes the voice of your penthouse guest as she presumably wakes up for the first time this morning.>"Morning. Give me a second." [Stop Lifting]>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]
>>40601094>>"Morning. Give me a second." [Stop Lifting]
>>40601094>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]
>>40601094>>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]Muscles don't build themselves.
>>40601094>>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]Don't stop lifting for a bitch. Bitches be lovin the liftin.
>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]
>>40601094>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]All we need now is an excuse to take off our shirt.
>>40601317>implying he isn't already shirtless
Apologetic bump, I have to go walk the world's whiniest fucking dog.
>>40601094>>"Morning. Sleep well?" [THE LIFT TRAIN HAS NO STOPS!]
"Morning Lyna," you say as you continue your set without pausing. "Hope you slept okay?""Very well, thank you Jack O'Connor," she says, her voice stopping far enough away to watch you work out without disrupting you."It's just Jack when I'm out of costume. O'Connor is my surname, my family name," you explain as you push up another one."I see. I admit the practice of multiple names confuses me. You even have another name when you are in your uniform," she notes."It's to protect the identities of myself, my business, my employees, and my family," you say with a smile as you keep lifting."I see. This is an upper-body strength-building exercise, presumably?" she says, obviously meaning your weight set."Yeah. Stamina too, sorta. Right now I'm on....," you pause glancing at the weight labels in mid-lift and doing the math in your head. "600 kilograms.""I see. Is that the most you can lift without the aid of your technology?" she asks."No, but doing more for a regular workout isn't safe. I'll spot you if you want to do a fe-" you begin, glancing at her.She's wearing a white shirt with Captain America's shield on it, which is stretched tight on her from her impressively tall physique.It appears to be ALL she's wearing too.Momentarilt distracted your grip falters and 600 kilograms of weight snaps towards your neck!
Out of all the lousy ways to die, getting your head snapped off like a cheap Pez dispenser from your own weight set after seeing a great pair of legs is a shitty one.Or at least it would if Lyna didn't somehow close the distance before it fell and catch the huge weight set one-handed before it fell.You sit up, looking at her in surprise. Her muscles are straining, but not by much. About as much as yours would while lifting a 20lb hand weight maybe."A few of what?" she asks casually, looking around for a place to set the weights.You nod at the rest, and she gently puts it there (still one-handed) with a THUNK.>WDYS?>"How strong ARE you exactly?">"Hungry for breakfast?"
>>40602063>>"Hungry for breakfast?"
Ask what kind of workouts her people do for strength training
>>40602063>>"How strong ARE you exactly?"
>>40602063>"How strong ARE you exactly?"
>>40602063>"Hungry for breakfast?"
>>40602063>"How strong ARE you exactly?"Hive mind is best mind
>>40602063While saying whatever wins, resume lifting. We cannot let women come between us and the mission.
"That thing weighed....," you begin, looking at it, shaking your head and turning back to her. "So, don't take this the wrong way but how strong ARE you, actually?"She smiles broadly as she answers."On a rough average my people can lift around 400 kilograms above their head, when not spending extra time on strength training. I am a champion among my people in the physical arts, and can lift just over 3 tons," she says cheerily, obviously extremely proud of her incredible physical strength.You whistle.That's not city-wrecker level or anything, but it's way more then any normal human, and even more then most human offshoot species you've run into.At BEST you can do 800kilos unaided above your head, and the one time you did that you strained every muscle in your body almost to the breaking point and you were exhausted and helpless afterword, so it was a good thing your teammates came along to save you afterwords."Damn. Color me impressed," you admkt with a nod."I see that even without your suit you are an exceptional athlete among your people," she compliments, looking you up and down as you sit there.>"So, could you put some pants on?">"I did some research on who might have taken the Azure Ray last night."
>>40602462>"I did some research on who might have taken the Azure Ray last night."
>>40602462>"So, could you put some pants on?"
>>40602462>"I did some research on who might have taken the Azure Ray last night."Pants are an unnecessary evil, a product of the first ever super-villain, Panztor
>>40602462>>"I did some research on who might have taken the Azure Ray last night."
What kind of nazi tells people they have to wear pants?>>40602462>"I did some research on who might have taken the Azure Ray last night."
>>40602462>"I did some research on who might have put some pants on last night."
>>40602690And, lemme tell you, it sure wasn't you.
"Last night before I went to sleep I did some research and made some slight progress into who might have nabbed your pants," you say, picking up a remote control next to you and pointing it at the computer system, bringing up the statistical information you got last night."My pants?" she asks, raising an eyebrow."Y..your BlueRay I mean!" you correct."Azure Ray," she double-corrects."That!" you say, pointing and shaking your head. Smooth move Wings, you think to yourself."Costazul, the country that the ship you were on was brought in from is notable in the global community for it's lax laws on super-science development, and sometimes people going there smuggle said technology back to countries where laws are stricter, like the US," you explain."I see," she says thoughtfully. "You have laws in place to control technological development so as to not have it spread damaging technologies first and foremost. Like the atomic weapons used at the end of the World Wars?"You nod."And with good reason. Those weapons were low-yield nukes by modern standards. Inagine if someone did the same thing with a gravity manipulation engine or a perpetual motion machine?""The first is a terrifying thought, but the second is an impossibility as they do not exist," she clarifies.Hm. So Utopian science DOES have limitations. Interesting.
"Anyway, during the course of my research I noticed this," you say, pressing the button on the remote again, bringing up a list of super-crime statistics across the nation."What is this?" she asks, her eyes examining the computer screen."A chart showing super-crime statistics across the nation, including super-science smuggling," you explan as she examines it closely, her eyes narrowing."There must be some mistake," she says after a second. "While certain areas have above or below average statistics, the region around Emerald City is almost completely devoid of it. This is a statistical impossibility.""I know. But I checked and double-checked my findings; somehow there's almost no super-crime in the city or areas surrounding at all. Interesting, isn't it?"She nods."It suggests some outside factor is at work. Unless it operates on entirely alien logic principles, there must be a REASON for this factor to work the way it does," she notes, thinking. "A reason suggests an intelligence at work."You smile. She's damn smart.>WDYD?>Note; this next choice will determine which story the plot will currently pursue. The main sub-plots will be explored in both choices, but in different ways. There is no "wrong" choice.>Call work and tell them you'll be taking a foreign dignitary to get a new wardrobe. Because clearly she needs it.>Head into work today and get some stuff done, can't put it off forever.
>>40603265>Call work and tell them you'll be taking a foreign dignitary to get a new wardrobe. Because clearly she needs it.
>>40603265>Call work and tell them you'll be taking a foreign dignitary to get a new wardrobe. Because clearly she needs it.Is this the travel the world option?
>>40603265>>Call work and tell them you'll be taking a foreign dignitary to get a new wardrobe. Because clearly she needs it.
>>40603265>>Call work and tell them you'll be taking a foreign dignitary to get a new wardrobe. Because clearly she needs it.if she's going out in the world then she is gonna need pants now
"We should investigate this phenomena. At the very least it suggests a dangerous threat lying here in wait," she says, turning for the door."Okay, sure," you agree, "but first we're getting you some pants."She blinks."Are my regular clothes not simple enough? I never needed pants before," she points out.You decide to let THAT one slide."Because you grew up in a tropical climate. This is the Pacific Northwest. It's summer now but it gets cold here. Plus you'll need your own stuff to maintain your secret identity."She pauses, thinking."I must maintain my secrecy to protect my only MY identity, but your own, is that it?""Right,""I see. This is logical. Then, who shall I be?" she asks.You think on it, wondering who the heck fits her ridiculous physical skill and education skill set, realizing this might be tougher then you thought....
Or not so tough as all that.Twenty minutes later you're walking around the Yellow Brick Row shopping center with a newly flown-in Argentinean supermodel who stayed at your place last night.Turns out when you're spectacularly gorgeous and hanging out with a rich person nobody really asks too many questions."I can't believe this Bruce Wayne shit actually WORKS," you mumble as Lyna wraps her arms around your free arm happily and wears a pair of your jeans with the shirt she wore earlier better then you wore either of them. It's a good thing she's tall for a lady."So, my 'profession' is to look physically appealing and make money by standing and being gawked at?" she asks in a confused tone of voice, but still smiling at you.She asks the question in literally PERFECT Spanish, which helps keep up the illusion of her ethnicity."Yeah, basically. They do other stuff too, but it's more or less that I guess," you say back in the same language."What a tremendously wasteful existence," she says, sound more amused then anything. "Are such people mentally healthy? Such a profession seems like it would engender narcissistic tendencies.""You have no idea, trust me. I'll tell you about the Kardashians sometime," you say with a smirk.>WDYD?>Casual clothes for her first.>She's gotta look like a model, right? Glamorous stuff then.
>>40603967>Casual clothes for her first.
>>40603967>She's gotta look like a model, right? Glamorous stuff then.Something to match her new persona
>>40603967>Casual clothes for her first
>>40603967She's not modeling anything, so she doesn't need anything she can't "go super" in.
>>40603967Can't we just let her choose? We're not her mother
>>40604211I meant that as a >casual clothes
>>40603967>She's gotta look like a model, right? Glamorous stuff then.
>>40603967>Casual clothes for her first.[
You head into Les Amais, one of the more upscale botiques in Emerald, letting her follow you.You carry a sorts duffel bag with your combined "stuff" in it in case things go wrong.You figured her at first to be bored of fashion and things like that; she comes from a culture where people don't NEED clothing to look like supermodels and everyone is fit and there is precisely one climate all year. Hell, she'd probably see fancy clothes as a needles extravagance, right?About twenty different outfits in it you realize it never occurred to you that the INVERSE might be true."Can I try this one?'l"Sure.""Can I try this one?""Sure.""How about this one?""Absolutely."It goes on like this for HOURS it seems like, and she shows a ridiculous excitement for each new outfit, practically squealing in glee.As you watch her come out in different articles of clothing (each of which she wears the hell out of), you start to put together some stuff.She was personally trained by her Uncle, the Golden Age Envoy, who obviously told her stories of the Liberty League.She studied multiple languages in a culture that only spoke the one, and the culture went to extreme lengths to isolate itself from absolutely everyone.She seems constantly giddy at new clothes and new ideas and learning new things about the "outlands" as she calls them.You assumed at first that her whole secret escape from Utopia when the rest of her people debated what to do was alnost like an exile or a sacred duty to her.Now you're beginning to suspect that she's wanted to see the outside world for YEARS and though the theft of the Azure Ray is a very serious matter it also provided a very convenient excuse for her to finally go to the place she always heard stories about.You're pretty sure you're dealing with the equivalent of a fan girl, only it's for every culture on planet Earth.
>>40604555>You're pretty sure you're dealing with the equivalent of a fan girlCute
Bumping in apology again as I get my hair cut.
Never mind.Shitty hair cut place doesn't work on Sunday, the fucking bums.
>>40604915That sucks mate
>>40604915Why not do it yourself?
>>40605097Cutting your own hair always ends up going badly unless your using an electric shaver with a preset length.
"So, if my studies are correct they require currency transactions for these garments?" she inquires, now wearing a simple pair of shorts short enough to be outlawed anywhere near school districts you imagine and a loose, billowy top. From her outfit choices you think she feels uncomfortable in full pants, which you guess would make sense if she never wore them before."Yeah, but don't worry. I'll pay for it until we can set you up with a job and a place of your own if you want to stay here longer," you say with a shrug."I can't stay with you again? You seem to have a lot of room for just one person. I promise I won't impose or anything of the sort," she says, sounding a little sad.You're having a hard time saying "no" to those big shiny blue eyes, and you open your mouth to hesitantly agree when a large section of south wall of the Les Amais botique fucking explodes.Shrieks of surprise, the thunder of rubble and drywall falling to pieces sound out through the air as everyone gets down to the floor, including you and Lyna!You look over at the hole in the wall and you find a six-foot-nine giant of a guy with the shoulders of a dumb truck built like like the most ripped weight lifter ever stands in the hole in the wall which he presumably made.His skin, teeth, and even eyes appear to be made out of solid metal. He wears a one-piece wrestling red suit with a single white stripe on the right side of his torso, combat boots, matching red biker gloves, and a matching red bandanna covering his bald head."OOOOH YEEAAAAH!" he shouts like that goddamn commercial you saw when you were a kid.You frantically look around for a place to change...and spot nearby on the floor huddling in her bright red dress a familiar asian face; Tomiko Takazumi.And that pretty much tells you what's going on right away."You've gotta be fucking kidding me," you mitter to yourself.
>>40605353>unless your using an electric shaver with a preset length.In which case it always turns out great.
>WDYD?>Try to sneak out somewhere so you can change.>Gently confront ths giant metal cool-aid man out-of-costume.>Get Lyna to distract him while you change.
>>40605364>>Gently confront this giant metal cool-aid man out-of-costume.What could possibly go wrong?
>>40605364>Try to sneak out somewhere so you can change.
>>40605456Nah. You just end up looking like a prison inmate.>>40605488>Try to sneak out somewhere so you can change.If Tomiko is conscious.If she's unconscious go with:>Get Lyna to distract him while you change.
>>40605488>Try to sneak out somewhere so you can change.
>>40605488Get Lyna to distract him while you change.
>>40605488>Get Lyna to distract him while you change.
>>40605488>>Gently confront this giant metal cool-aid man out-of-costume.i dont want to leave this guy alone here while that Japaneses girl here
You signal to Lyna to stay low as you expertly begin sneaking away to one of the building's emergency side doors.Honestly though, as soon as this guy starts talking you think you could just run for it and he wouldn't care."Dudes and babes of Emerald City's classiest babewear shop, you are all about to experience being subjected to the awesomeness of THE ANVIL, BABY! OOOOOH YEAAAAH!"Jesus Christ.Was this guy bitten by a radioactive WWE wreslter or something?While he's flexing his shiny stainless steel biceps you easily sneak into the alleyway with Lyna, and you begin removing your shirt to reveal your costume underneath, while tossing Lyna her costume (such as it is) from the duffel bag."Why didn't we attack him?" she asks."I dunno about you, but I kinda need my gear on to go twenty with a huge metal body builder guy. Besides, secret identity, remember?">WDYD?>Lyna heads in first while you rescue Tomiko.>Do the reverse; confront Anvil while she evacuates the Yakuza bosses daughter.>Confront Anvil and tell Lyna to find a way to flank him, taking him by surprise!
>>40605906>Confront Anvil and tell Lyna to find a way to flank him, taking him by surprise!
>>40605906>Do the reverse; confront Anvil while she evacuates the Yakuza bosses daughter.
>>40605906>>Confront Anvil and tell Lyna to find a way to flank him, taking him by surprise!
>>40605906>Do the reverse; confront Anvil while she evacuates the Yakuza bosses daughter.Then she can come back us up.
Would it be worthwhile suggesting she get a mask?I mean, its a bit silly to go about all this hidden identity stuff if her face is not covered.Unless this world works on comic rules in regards to identity.
>>40605906>>Lyna heads in first while you rescue Tomiko.
>>40606097>Unless this world works on comic rules in regards to identity.It absolutely does.I mean, Freedom Eagle just showed up in Emerald City at the same time Freedom Enterprises CEO Jack O'Connor moved into town and Freedom Eagle stopped getting seen in Freedom City.Nobody suspects a thing.
>>40606164>I mean, Freedom Eagle just showed up in Emerald City at the same time Freedom Enterprises CEO Jack O'Connor moved into town and Freedom Eagle stopped getting seen in Freedom City.But that totally makes sense. As a big time CEO moves himself and his company into a new city, surely crime rates of supercrime will increase due to villains looking to pick at an "easy" target. Freedom Eagle is in Emerald City to prevent that!
As you change you can hear him going on back in the botique even through the door."I'm here to rescue the babe Tomiko Takazumi from a lifetime of boredom! ONE HOUR WITH THE ANVIL WILL CHANGE HER LIFE FOREVER BABY, OH YEAH!"You roll your eyes and leap into the air, flying at high speeds well above the alley and looping around so you can face the shattered windows of the botique and fly in, slamming into the metal man like a speeding bullet of JUSTICE!Ouch.Maybe you aren't much better then Anvil is if THAT'S the first metaphor that comes to your head.You pound your gauntlets (tuned so the pseudometal is at maximum hardness; you aren't taking chances with this guy) into his side as you fly into the room, catching him off-guard with an "off!" as you push him off-balance!"So there I was enjoying the morning," you say, reflexively slipping into banter mode as you reach out and grab his left wrist and yank it away from his body, wrapping a indestructible gauntlet around his windpipe to put him in a sleeper hold, "flying around, basically minding my own business, you know? Then you sorta ruined all that. So how's about you explain what your beef is with Miss Takazumi? I'm a great listener!"He laughs, his voice apparently unimpaired by the chokehold."Oh man, and I thought this was gonna be BORING! You're one of them super type guys?""Uh....yes?""AWESOME! Let's fight!" he says, easilt yanking his wrist out of your grip and grabbing your arm and hauling you away from him like a baby!He begins to pull back for a throw!"WaitwaitwaitWAIT-SHEEIT!" you say as he sends you flying even faster then you came in through the ONE intact window in the entire store, flying across the street!>WDYD?>Recover using you flight and come back at him!>Keep "flying helplessly away", make him think you're helpless like this!
>>40606566>Recover using you flight and come back at him!
>>40606566>>Keep "flying helplessly away", make him think you're helpless like this!away from the civilians
>>40606566Recover and prepare to assault at range with gadgetry
>>40606566>Keep "flying helplessly away", make him think you're helpless like this!The ole fakeout
Anvil strides out of the store, his feet leaving craters in the ground as he walks, obviously intent on him coming after you!You oblidge and loop around faster then he can react, flying fists-first at him with the force of his own toss behind him!He doesn't even TRY to dodge as your flying double-uppercut connects loudly enough that you can hear a CLANG from his chin!You don't stop, flying upward with your remaining momentum, moving slightly to his left side and launching a spinning right kick with all of your strength into the side of his face as it turns to face you, taking the impact with another GONG sound!You then drop low to the groud, sweeping his in-step with your left leg and leaving him precariously balancing, which you easily get up and tip him over from, causing him to land like the two quarters of a ton of metal he is!You spin away from him, ready to strike again in case he gets up.And he DOES, with a big grin on his face."Man, that shit was rad! Some real ninja shit Bird-dude! My turn!"
>>40606958ok this guy is a bro
As he gets up and readies himself to charge, you analyze what you've just learned by hitting him.In your career you've noticed there's two types of toughness in the world of superhumans; super durable and invulnerability.Super-durability is the most common. These are guys who are like, say, tanks or arnored vehicles. They can be tough as hell to hurt, with most conventional assaults being basically useless. But much like a tank they ARE taking damage when you hit them, just in tiny amounts that don't really matter to them, so you have to use bigger ordinance.Invulnerability is different.They aren't just tough; these are guys like the Centurion was when he was alive, or (to use fictional examples) Superman or the Juggernaut. They seem to soak up inertia like a sponge. They don't feel pain and barely even feel impact. Any directed force with intent to cause harm below a certain threshold of raw physical power they will literally ignore, no matter how many times you do it or where you hit them with it.Now you've fought guys WAY above your "weight class" so to speak; your skills and tools allow you to maximize your strength.Fighting super-durable guys is hard but not impossible, especially since their body operates on the same physical principles as ANY human body, and thus has weak spots to exploit.This guy? He isn't super-durable.He's invulnerable.>WDYD?>Trip him up as he charges past you!>Play the keep away game and launch quills at him!>Restrain him with your Talon grapnel!>Blind him with your flares!
>>40607210>Trip him up as he charges past you!
Blind, trip up, tie up. Quick and simple combo.
>>40607008maybe just an idiot.
>>40607210>Blind him with your flares!
>>40607210>>Trip him up as he charges past you!
As he charges you hold your stance, dodging his wild right haymaker at the last second, kicking his in-step again as he passes by, and landing a spinning elbow to the back of his head right where the spine meets the skull.Even with a super-durable guy you'd hesitate to use a move like that with your gauntlet at maximum hardness as it is right now, because that would MASSIVELY stress anybody with an even vaguely human-shaped skeletal system.Here it's just an added bit of force to get him to turn his own haymaker onto a massive face planet into the pavement, and you spin away from him again.Next thing you've learned; he's not a very good fighter.Oh, he knows how to throw a punch sure, and maybe handle a bar brawl or two, but the science of combat is not something he has a degree in or even bothered to study it looks like.He also doesn't seem to realize how easily he goes down once you mess up his balance, and has trouble maintaining it or controlling his charges, like he isn't used to being so heavy or something."Woo! Man, you make John Cena look like a bitch, Birdman!" he says cheerily as he gets up, once again unharmed. "Ever thought of going Heel? I mean, you wear all black, right? You could have a badass raw name like 'Murderbird' or 'Killwing' and be totally hardcore all the time!">WDYD!>Whack this jackass down again. At least you're distracting him.>"Nah, I'm strictly hero.">"Let me guess; you're a Stormer, right?"
>>40607603>"Nah, I'm strictly hero.">"Let me guess; you're a Stormer, right?"
>>40607603>>"Nah, I'm strictly hero."
>>40607603>"Let me guess; you're a Stormer, right?"
>>40607603>Whack this jackass down again. At least you're distracting him.Why don't you tell me more.We might actually be able to get some info out of this punk.
"Strictly Face, I'm afraid," you says as he gets up and begins throwing punches you easily dodge or lightly parry aside. "Besides, Batman wears black.""Yeah, but he's all hardcore and shit!" he protests, throwing another punch which you easily dodge.You need to be careful; he's easy to predict if you stay on your toes but if he catches you off-guard he's too strong for you to muscle your way out of."So I'm gonna take a while shot in the dark and guess you're a Stormer, right?" you ask as you back away again."Hey, yeah! How'd you guess dude?" he says, clearly surprised."Well, natural mutants with your level of power are pretty rare," you point out. "You aren't an alien as far as I can tell. And don't take this the wrong way or anything, but you don't exactly look like the type of guy who'd be found anywhere near a lab close enough to have an accident there, am I right?""Nah man, labs are for feebs," he says, tossing another punch which you dodge. You give him a light one-two on the chin to remind him you're faster then he is."Right," you say, rolling your eyes behind your mask. "Anyway; that leaves the most likely explanation as you being caught in the Silver Storm.""Hell yeah bro!" he says, flexing his steel biceps. "I was minding my own business stomping somebody's ass in this bar fight when that big silver tornado erupted downtown and my bike exploded, right? Except I didn't die, because I was metal and shit now! How badass is that?"This surprises you.Most info you had on the Silver Storm and it's products, the superhumans the media dubbed "Stormers" suggested that by and large they didn't have power on par with Anvil here. Either he's an off-case or your info isn't as accurate as you'd hoped."Pretty badass," you agree. "So, what are you doing here exactly?"As you speak he throws a double hammer fist which you dodge backward from before lightly springing over him into a forward flip."Got hired to kidnap a little hot Asian number!"
>>40601888>600 kilogramsThat's 1,322 lbs. The world record is 1,102 lbs. And we do 1,322, FOR REPS?!Fuck I love comic books.
>>40608145Yeah, "comic book" strength is different from real life strength.Even guys like Daredevil (who's more fast then strong) can lift around 500lbs without much effort.
>>40608145We're not anywhere close to heavy weights like The Thing or Spider-Man, though.
>>40608381Sure, but our actual strength is in the suit.Plus he might be able to make a stronger suit for emergencies, maybe?
>>40608381With the gravity gauntlets on Jack can lift approximately 6 tons.He lifts because unlike Iron Man's Armor his strength in the gauntlets is dependent upon his actual physical strength without them, so he needs to stay in excellent shape to really make use of his tools and such.
"Oh yeah? By who?" you ask lightly as you land behind him."A giant glowing brain that talked, no shit!" he says, turning and putting his guard up again, which you test a few times to keep him interested in the fight.Honestly, it says a LOT about your life that you didn't blink at the "giant glowing talking brain" explanation.>WDYD?>"So, what'd this guy say anyway?">"You know the Asian chick you were supposed to kidnap is long gone, right?"
>>40608512>"So, what'd this guy say anyway?"
>>40608512>"So, what'd this guy say anyway?"Oh, I love this guy. He's like an exposition dispensary.
>>40608428>Plus he might be able to make a stronger suit for emergencies, maybe?There's actual in-universe reasons why he doesn't make an Iron Man-style suit and instead sticks with the enhancing affects of his gravity gauntlets and training.I'll get to that later, but the summary of it is that for both maintenence and financial purposes it's not very practical.
>>40608512>"You know the Asian chick you were supposed to kidnap is long gone, right?"
>>40608512>"So, what'd this guy say anyway?"Milk him for all he's got
>>40608512>"So, what'd this guy say anyway?"Let's just dance around the dumbass until he's told us everything we need to know, then inform him that his mark is in the wind. You know, this guy might actually be dull enough to be utilized as an asset.
>>40608512>"You a betting man? How about this bet? If I can last five rounds against you, you'll answer my questions. Sound good?"
>>40608562>Oh, I love this guy. He's like an exposition dispensary.Truth be told he's not very bright, heh.
>>40608779>not very brightBy the gods, I'm incredibly shocked!
>>40608749I like the idea of doing this then hovering outside his reach.
"Seriously? A brain?" you ask, keeping out of his reach still."Yeah, wild huh? Anyway, he tells me there's some solid long-term work potential for a guy like me if I could successfully kidnap some sexy Asian girl he showed me a picture of if I got her when the last guy he hired couldn't, see?""How'd he show you the picture?" you ask, confused. "I mean he was just a giant floating brain, right?""He sorta like, beamed it into my mind man! I tell ya, this supervillain shit is awesome!""Aren't you like, upset that you're a metal person all the time? Angst about being eternally apart from your fellow man?" you suggest."Nah, it's pretty fuckin' awesome so far! It kinda sucks not being able to get high or drunk I guess but the perks are way more awesome then the downsides!" he says happily.Wow.You know a few superheroes who could stand to learn a few lessons in mental health from this guy.
"Too bad about your kidnappee getting away," you point out."Yeah...wait, what?" he says, stopping the fight."Yeah. I mean that's why we were doing this whole thing," you point out. "I can't exactly hurt you and you've never come close to hitting me here. I'm distracting you pal,"He thinks on that."Damn, I see now. I TOTALLY would've kicked your ass if you just held still though, trust me!"You raise an eyebrow."Wanna bet I can block your strongest punch without dodging it at all big guy?""Oh, a DARE huh?!" he says, sounding like he enjoys the idea."Sure. If you win you beat a big-name superhero, but if I win you fuck off for awhile, alright? No reason for you to stick around fighting a match with zero chances for you to win, yeah?"He thinks about it, then nods."Sounds like a fair deal Wings!"He pulls back a massive punch and you appear to just stand there, unflinching with a look of boredom on your face.Just before impact you cross your wings into shields across your body and set their hardness to maximum, his metal fist impacting like a bombshell on the indestructible surface of your pseudometal wing shields!The impacts is defeating, and you see the pure shockwave of force tear apart the ground beneath your wings as the gravity anchoring affect of your inertial field kicks in, dispersing and absorbing the force along the wing's indestructible surface!He backs away as you uncross your wing shields."Nice hit," you say, nodding your head."Damn dude, you didn't even FLINTCH!" he says, obviously impressed. "Mad respect Wings."He takes a deep breath and nods his head."Let it never be said Anvil welshed on a bet! He's a Man and Men stick to their guns! I'll see you around Wings!" he says with a nod and walks off with large thunking footfalls.You casually take out a tiny metal dot the size of your thumbprint and toss it at his back as he walks away.Man, you CAN'T be that lucky, can you? He's gotta be smarter then that, right?
Lyna walks up, now in her Envoy costume, or you suppose what is her regular clothes actually."Get the folks evacuated?" you ask and she nods."Very few injuries, all minor. This one girl claimed she was the kidnappee he was talking abo-" she begins, but Tomiko steps out from behind her and jumps up and wraps her arms around you!"My hero! If you keep saving me Freedom Eagle you really SHOULD come work for me, you know. I could make it VERY worth your while....," shd suggests, glancing you up and down.>WDYS?>"Sorry Miss Takazumi, but I don't work for Yakuza.">"Shouldn't you have bodyguards with you?">"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"
>>40609544>"Shouldn't you have bodyguards with you?">"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"At this point they aren't coincidental.
>>40609544>"Shouldn't you have bodyguards with you?">"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"
>>40609544>"Sorry Miss Takazumi, but I don't work for Yakuza.">"Shouldn't you have bodyguards with you?">"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"
>>40609544>>"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"dont let her know we know her life
>>40609544>"I told you before, I don't need the money">"Shouldn't you have bodyguards with you?">"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"
>>40609544>"You SURE you don't know anything about these kidnapping attempts?"I like the Anvil, he's so innocent and fun-loving in his pursuit of villainy.
>>40609606>like the Anvil, he's so innocent and fun-loving in his pursuit of villainy.Anvil is the kind of supervillain that if he were more serious about being a successful criminal and not simply causing mayhem getting into random fights he could be considered an incredible threat to most heroes.Thankfully he's neither very clever nor very ambitious as an individual, so for all of his impressive power he's sort of a low-ranked bad guy.
>>40601094Not only did I sleep through Issue 3, I slept through filet mignonEatting the rubbery shadow of it's former glory now. Gimmie the OK on what I send you, eh Boss?
"Last time we talked you said you had no idea who could be trying to kidnap you. That still true?" you ask, gently removing her from your neck.You notice Lyna giving her a nastier stink-eye then you though it possible for the Utopian Envoy to give."I'm not sure why you'd think otherwise?" she says sweetly, putting a lollipop back into her mouth, pretending to loose interest in the conversation.She doesn't fool you one bit."Last chance," you say simply, and she shrugs back, not even bothering to answer.You sigh.Nobody ever wants to do things the easy way."Alright then. Tell you dad when he chews you out for sneaking away from your bodyguards that I'll be seeing him real soon. We'll talk then."Her eyes narrow, and she recognizes a threat when she hears it."Envoy, let's go," you say to Lyna, and you take off with her leaping up into your arms as you do so."I don't like her. She feels false," she confides."Her father is the head of a major criminal syndicate from the country of Japan called the 'Yakuza'. My guess is she has actual knowledge of her father's operation somehow, so his rivals are trying to capture her.""I see," she says, clearly thinking. "Why did you let the metal man go? I could have aides you against him in battle.""Two reasons. One, you probably couldn't. He's not just metal, he's invulnerable, straight-up. I think his invulnerability might be limited by his awareness of the attack on a subconscious level, but even then he's insanely difficult to hurt. We're both tough, but we'd never hurt him without a plan. I don't think we'd even be able to tire him out either."She blinks."I was not aware such foes so blatantly immune to harm existed," she admits, sounding a bit disturbed."They aren't common, at least.""And the second reason?"You smile, your eyes looking at the tracking beacon you tagged in Anvil as he left without him noticing."I'm tracking where he's going. With luck he'll lead us back to who hired him."
>WDYS?>"So before we do this, I gotta know all of your powers first.">"I hope it didn't bother you being left out of the action back there?"
>>40610454>"So before we do this, I gotta know all of your powers first.">"I hope it didn't bother you being left out of the action back there?"
>>40610454>"I hope it didn't bother you being left out of the action back there?"Small talk time.
>>40610454>"So before we do this, I gotta know all of your powers first."
Show of hands, who wants to see some Free Bird?
>>40610793Dunno, I just hope we're free-balling.
>>40610872If we're wearing tights, we better have a dance belt on.
>>40610897Actually, we're probably wearing a cup, so we don't get nutted mid fight.Imagine a pseudometal cup.
>>40610454>>"I hope it didn't bother you being left out of the action back there?"
"By the way, since I'm guessing tonight ends in a superfight, I should know all of your powers. I can tactically work better with a full range of your capabilities that way."She thinks on it and nods."This is logical. I can lift as I said earlier around 3 tons. I am faster and more agile then most humans can get, though you yourself have shown a comparable level of agility from your training. My strength allows me to jump much higher and run much farther then a normal human, around 60 kilometers per hour and 15 meters high," she lists. "My weapons are made out of orichalcom and are indestructible to anything the Utopian people have discovered yet. In particular they are immune to the effects of magical disruption.""They're made with magic right?" you ask. "My visor picked up weird anomalous energy readings.""Correct, but they're artifacts from Atlantis itself. My people treasure Atlantean orichalcom wesponry such as this but we no longer practice sorcerery, as it led to the downfall of Atlantis ages ago.""I'm also a highly competent fighter and martial artist as well and have a wide of number of skills that don't have to do with combat to help me adapt to the outside world."
>>40611146>"I'm also a highly competent fighter and martial artist as well and have a wide of number of skills that don't have to do with combat to help me adapt to the outside world.""Is one of those skills taking a hint? Because you have to know by now how ridiculously attracted to you I am."
You think in this list; fast, strong, nimble, with simple but useful equipment to help amplify her fighting skills.Sounds a bit like you, except she doesn't have the strength-increasing gloves."Sorry about keeping you out of that fight," you apologize."No need," she says with a smile at you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you fly with her. Her shield and sword are stored on her back, her arms through the loops on the shield."I assumed you wanted the civilians out of the way of harm, so I focused on that. And you said yourself there was very little I could actually do in the fight, so it was for the best. Just don't keep me out of THIS one!""You betcha," you agree."So you didn't have time to answer; do you want me to stay with you, or should I search for a place of my own in Emerald City. In all likelihood I will be here awhile....">WDYS?>"I just think you should make a place for yourself here. You deserve that at least.">"If staying with me is what you really want to do, go right ahead."
>>40611359>"If staying with me is what you really want to do, go right ahead."
>>40611322No, anon, it is you who lacks that skill.
>>40611359>"I just think you should make a place for yourself here. You deserve that at least."girl next door...
>>40611359>"If staying with me is what you really want to do, go right ahead."Economically sound ideas, HO!Also sex.
>>40611359>"I just think you should make a place for yourself here. You deserve that at least."
>>40611359>"I just think you should make a place for yourself here. You deserve that at least.""And then I can park outside your building and blast Peter Gabriel songs from the Doof Wagon in order to woo you."
>>40611359>If staying with me is what you really want to do, go right ahead.Stranger in a strange land, guys. Don't make her deal with a landlord.
>>40611644well.... i was assuming that we would be the landlord... and there would be alternative forms of payment
>>40611663Well, yeah. She's gotta get some compensation for super heroing.
>>40611663Like covering patrols, right?
>>40611663>there would be alternative forms of paymentAnon, we're the CEO of a major tech corporation, I doubt we're willing to accept bitcoin.
>>40611663Like helping us do hero shit? Yeah, makes sense.We can postpone the inevitable romance until we're a little deeper into the plot, however. I just don't want the poor woman calling all sorts of attention to herself through the myriad of social faux pas she will inevitably commit. It's honestly safer for her to stay with us on every conceivable level.
>>40611359>>"If staying with me is what you really want to do, go right ahead."
>>40611749>I just don't want the poor woman calling all sorts of attention to herself through the myriad of social faux pas she will inevitably commit.But anon, those faux pas are shenanigans. And shenanigans are amazing. Except when they're evil shenanigans.
>>40611749what else is there? shes a hired mercenary... food and that stuff comes free while were using her
First look, folks. We Capeshit now. Don't be shy with comment/critique I'm a fragile drawfag.
>>40611798why cant evil people be good? cant there be an evil superhero? that goes around helping people but pokes around at the other heroes getting them to fight, causing chaos among the ranks before stepping in and stopping it so that everyone looks up to him?
"I just figured you'd want your own place," you say with a shrug. "If you really don't mind there's a place for you at my penthouse, sure. It's kinda not meant for secret exits admittedly when you can't fly though."Besides, it would be a lame "Aerie" if it weren't high up, right?"I would indeed enjoy living with you, Jack. Does my presence there displease you?" she asks, curious."Uh, no, not at all!" you clarify.It might be hard to concentrate with her around if she does stuff like the morning...
>>40612004It looks great.Except for one thing.It really looks like we jut chomped down on a clove.
>>40612008You mean every anti-hero?
So do you guys think we'll ever get to fight a flying supervillain? Preferably one with a Spanish accent? Because I have the perfect music for that fight.
>>40612262nah, the antiheros ive read at least end up as the butt boy of whoever the main character is...
>>40612282>Preferably one with a Spanish accent?Ace Combat?And maybe, actually.
>>40612231I... huh. Taking requests then, because I thought a snarl was fine for a battle ready pose
>>40612351The mouth itself is fine, but coupled with the position of the eyes, we look more mildly displeased than angry.
>>40612351How about a cheeky/smug grinThat or change the eyes to look angrier
>>40612004its nice but im sure Shadow boss said the head was a helmet not just a hood and mask
>>40612409Apologies on the delay response.
>>40612322Right first time.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGjwXI0n5-II also have music for Russian flying supervillains and German flying supervillains.
>>40612004Love it, but...>>40612402This anon is completely correct. We're a banter MACHINE. We just out-talked an invulnerable (admittedly not bright) villain. A smug, self-assured grin is probably our resting face in and out of costume.THANK YOU though drawfag. It's great work.
>>40612393I loved the art, but your comment just...
>>40612448>sitting on the toiletThat's it.He looks like he just walked into a public bathroom, and somebody had laid a major stink bomb.Speaking of which, will we ever meet a villain with the moniker "the skunk"?
>>40612004Man, that's really cool ya know? Will you make Lyna too?
>>40612443>THANK YOU though drawfag. It's great workThat's what I told him.
Posting now, and further apologies.
>>40612752You've been keeping a steady pace since the beginning of the thread, no need to apologize.
The red tracking blip stops suddenly nearby downtown, and you narrow your eyes, focusing your vision enhancement to x50 magnification.He didn't go into a hideout.He's right in the middle of downtown, a nightclub or something called "Joy's.""Hmm," you mumble."What? Why did we stop?""Sorry, forgot. He went into a night club (that's a place where people gather socially and imbibe alcohol and stuff), not into a hideout. Guy should be wanted by the police, so why's he in public so readily?"You're missing some pieces, yet again.You don't like it.>WDYD?>Head right on in after him.>See if you can find a way to sneak in.>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.
>>40612839>See if you can find a way to sneak in.
>>40612839>>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.
>>40612839>>See if you can find a way to sneak in.
>>40612839>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.Let's look into this nightclub, they are probably more the source of our troubles than Anvil.
>>40612839>See if you can find a way to sneak in.Sneaky sneaky sneaky.
>>40612839>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.but only do a few minutes, find who owns it and if you want to mess their stuff up or not
>>40612839>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.Probably a mob-owned club or something.
>>40612839>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.Maybe he's dumb enough to not even consider the police? Or he thinks he's too strong to give a shit.
>>40612839>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.I mean, if he's wanted by the police, it's not like they can really do anything to him.I just imagine him sitting at the bar, while an entire SWAT team opens fire on him, while he calmly sips his Everclear.
>>40612901maybe send the Envoy in to keep an eye on him since he doesnt know of her
>>40612984>Everclear.This anon's got attention to detail.
>>40612839>Looks dodgy. Avoid the place until you can gather more Intel.
>>40612351>>40612004Disregard finalization, acquire vengeance
>>40613112"ooh boy that... that sure is a fine ass"
>>40613112"Happy Birthday Freedom Eagle!""Y-you too...">hfw
>>40612393>>40612448for the record; that really ruffled my feathers Shame is a perfect motivator. Anyways, let me know if the latest update is GEE 2OO GEE
>>406131129/11, I like it a fucktonHe reminds me of DCAU for some reason though...
>>40613140Didn't mean to offend, it was quite beautiful, just that little detail.>>40613112This, however, is absolutely gorgeous.
>>40612550>>40613180>>40613139>>40613122>>40612550>>40612443>>40612402>>40612393>>40612231>>40612107Thanks for the compliments, gentlemen. This is my motivation, to pull dreams into reality and make the audience right click and save. I'm the unofficial drawfriend for the Eagle Saga, so if there's something you would like for me to take a crack at soon then I'll try my hardest to get it done.Thank you, Shadow Boss, for trusting my instinct and believing in me. I love Fre-Eags, and I had a lot of fun working on him thus far.Oh and to whoever said "it's a helmet not a hood -- they're both as of this test image>>40613140Keep being awesome, FeatherFans, and look towards the skies for future sightings of our soaring savior.
>>40613335I know, I'm not literally offended, pal. I wanted an excuse to repost eagle beating
"Well? Shall we pursue him?" she asks, clearly eager to go into action.You pause before answering."No. No we're not," you decide finally."What?! But-" she protests, but you cut her off."It's too easy. I mean he just walks into a nightclub? No cover fee? He's a metal guy who weighs in 1600lbs and is nearly 7 feet tall. I don't think he's bright enough to plan anything himself, but there's something else going on here."You land on a nearby rooftop, crouching and zooming in again.There's a line to get inside...but some folks keep taking shortcuts, like clubs often do for hot girls, except these ones aren't all hot girls. A few look normal, but others look...well...shady.At least three of them (in a group) are heavily mutated (a wolf-guy, a fish-guy, and a guy with some kind of glowing blue eye thing going on), and you put it together."Stormers," you say aloud."What?" she asks, clearly having been watching the club from her windy perch right next to yours."The club...'Joy's', it's called, is catering to Stormers. Maybe other super-types too. Huh," you explain.The Cape and Cowl Club back in Freedom City was an invite-only club for superheroes and their families, but it was a lot more discreet then this was.Then again, Stormers are massive superhuman population boom, so perhaps the situation here is different? Someone just exploiting a trend and a venue before anyone else did?Your gut tells you no.Something else is going on here.>WDYD?>Call Fletch. He might know something.>Call Director Maddox. AEGIS keeps an eye on stuff like this.>Fuck it, head inside and roll with it.
>>40613403>Call Director Maddox. AEGIS keeps an eye on stuff like this.
>>40613403>Call Director Maddox. AEGIS keeps an eye on stuff like thi
>>40613403>>Call Director Maddox. AEGIS keeps an eye on stuff like this.
>>40613112>that benis expandDid someone call for a flagpole?
>>40613403>CALL FLETCH>>40613416>>40613423>>40613431>>40613434>>40613441>>40613451Are all of you THAT opposed to some awesome superhero / bestfriend banter? Jesus, Maddox is about as entertaining as a Gender Studies professor.
>>40613534Fletch operates on the other side of the country. Maddox on the other hand heads up a federal agency. Which do you think is more likely to have our intel?
>>40613534im going with both... Aegis needs to know about this, but I would want fletch as back up going in... we have 2 front liners, someone who can sit back and see the whole picture while still involved wouldnt be bad
>>40613585>metagaming this hard in a fucking superhero quest threadFine, call your faux-CIA friend. I'll be busy napping.
>>40613534Fine,get info from maddox,then call fletch for shits and giggles
>>40613605How the fuck is that metagaming?We know all of that in character.
>>40613605>Common sense is Meta-gamingKek.
>>40613634Taking the most efficient route through any story arc is almost goddamn guaranteed to give you the most boring possible ending.If I'm kicking it in a quest thread, I want to have some FUN. Not just bulldoze my way to the end-game. We ought to be kicking it with Strings, stoking unnecessary sexual tension with Lyna, and, frankly, taking on an amazingly ill-advised protege as a sidekick. Fuck man, since when was "winning" these things more important than shaking shit up and making poor decisions?
>>40613674you do realize we are going to have to owe this bullshit agency a favor which will case a whole new plot line.
>>40613674Oh, so what, making smart informed decisions is a bad thing now? What's the point of choosing something that you know is stupid? Sounds like shitposting to me.
>>40613727>owing faux-CIA a favor>overtly violent shenanigans with the best bro and qt grillI expected more from you, /tg/.
>>40613750You're literally living out a quest in a fantasy universe, and you want to take the most boring possible route.Honestly, you're disgusting and 6-year old you would be horrified if he saw you today.
>>40613755I say we find this brain, force it to imprint its powers on ours, and run around stealing super powers from everyone till were Superman Tier
>>40613674Qm isn't Somnius anon, relax and mend your honey hurt.>>40613774You're literally throwing a fit over nothing we can call Fletch too.
>>40613774>"Eat your cereal ,Jimmy,or the RATIONAL MAN will come and take you!"
>call local branch of agency that we are technically a part ofOr>call friend who is currently in another part of the worldWhich makes sense for a local issue that may have only recently cropped up, anons.
"Hold on Envoy," you say, commanding your helmet to dial Maddox's number."My name is Lyna, Jack," she says, raising a dark eyebrow."Nope. On the job you're the Envoy," you helpfully clarify to her obvious confusion."mmmwhat?" comes the voice of a tired woman who just woke up."Maddox, it's Freedom Eagle. I need some info.""Wh....this is a PERSONAL phone number! How did you get it?""I designed almost the entire agency computer system when I was twenty-two," you explain simply. "In-between field missions.""It's....it's nearly 11:00 at night?""Ask me if justice sleeps.""What?""Ask me.""....does justice sleep?""No."There's a pause on her end."Working with you is going to be like this all the time, isn't it?" she says tiredly."You wanted a close working relationship with a superhero, this is how it works.""Ugh. What do you want to know?">WDYS?>Ask about Anvil and his "floating brain".>Ask about Joy's.
>>40613403>Call Fletch. He might know something.No Buddy Hero Teamup /tg/? What the fuck?
>>40613844>that we are technically a part ofWERE technically a part of, not are.Just to clarify.
>>40613849>Ask about Anvil and his "floating brain".
>>40613674So you're saying we should choose the less effective option for meta reasons. Immediately after accusing me of metagaming.
>>40613849>Ask about Anvil and his "floating brain".>Ask about Joy's.
>>40613849>Ask about Joy's.
>>40613849>>Ask about Joy's.Then mention the brain. >>40613849
>>40613849>Ask about Joy's.We can do our "floating brain" research later.
>>40613866>WERE technically a part of, not are.>Just to clarify.I though one of Eagle's personas was still officially a part of. If not, my bad, but we still have ties.
>>40613849>>Ask about Anvil and his "floating brain".>>Ask about Joy's.>>40613855He's got his own city, were asking for info waiting a few hours or more isn't really a good idea.
>>40613909He joined publicly as Jack O'Connor where he was an EXTREMELY successful agent (turns out being a teen superhero makes you pretty well-prepared for being a super-spy too).It also makes a convenient way to explain his physique and hand-to-hand combat and weapons training skills out of costume if he is forced to.
>>40613814I would continue this argument but...>>40613849QM just made your shitty decision awesome.>>40613780THIS. Dare to dream a little bigger. Anon knows what's good.
>>40613780>>40613952Having a psion mess with our mind. I see absolutely no way this could go wrong.QM did make the seemingly boring decision awesome though.
>>40614035Wrong for our boy Eagle?Yeah, maybe. But I'm starting to have enough faith in this QM to turn it into something interesting. Btw perfect song for our encounter with the brain thing.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxWBd840E9g
"Heard of a nightclub called 'Joy's' before?" you ask, looking back at the nightclub."Shit...is this line secure?" she asks warily."You're kidding, right?""Sorry, force of habit. Yes, we have an entire file on that place, and it's fascinating reading.""Give me the lowdown then.""The owner is Madame Joy," she explains, and you interrupt her."Wait, that name sounds familiar. Wasn't she a supervillain from the 40's and 50's and 60's?" you ask."You know your history. Most people don't know about that stuff," she compliments.You don't mention that the reason you know it is because the original Freedom Eagle I FOUGHT Madame Joy a few times. She mostly operated on the West Coast though."Well she got put in prison in '66 by a team of heroes and did her full time for crimes committed. She got out nearly a decade later, and started up the nightclub. Thing is? She looks the same now as she does on her release picture when she left prison almost thirty years ago.""So an ex-supervillainess who doesn't age runs the place. Interesting," you say, thinking. "What kind was she?""Kind?""Of supervillain. Did she fly, shoot lasers from her eyes, break steel with her fingernails, what?""I...don't know. Records indicate she was a mastermind-type of villain I guess. Plans and organization. Used a gun a few times."You say nothing.She has to have SOME powers, otherwise she'd be aging. Means she kept a tight lid on them, even in prison.Smart. You HATE smart villains."Okay, so she's retired and opens up the club, so what?"
I can't believe you guys are so upset over a phone call. Not everything has to be ALL ACTION all the time. Some calm before we bust that joint.
"Her client list is interesting. Joy's is a combination dance club/restaurant/gentleman's club, so it's got a lot pf people going in and out.""Wait, it's a strip club?""No, a gentleman's club. That's what you call it when it's upscale," she clarifies."Hhnn. Alright. So I can tell it serves Stormers, obviously," you note, watching another go in."That's recent, but notable. Hired a Stormer head of security as well, has superhuman bouncers. Her clients seem to include every single crime boss and known supervillain or supervillain associate in the city. We've never been able to prove any wrongdoing there despite persistent rumors painting it as a high-end brothel as well.""It's a strip club/bar/restaurant/brothel that serves supervillains and criminals and somehow that's not breaking at least ONE law?""Madame Joy has lots of influential friends," she explains. "More to the point, aside from the brothel rumors there actually DOESN'T seem to be illegal things happening there. Civilians visit all the time, to be close to the supers there and for the risque atmosphere. Best we can figure? It's unofficial neutral ground for all criminals in the city. A place where they can meet without prying eyes and discuss things without worrying about the others betraying them.""Huh. Okay. Know anything about a giant floating brain?""What? Is that like your 'justice' question?""Apparently not. Later Maddox.">WDYD>Head home for now. You'll make a plan for this later.>Time to test how "neutral" this neutral ground is....
>>40614334>>Time to test how "neutral" this neutral ground is....
>>40614334>Time to test how "neutral" this neutral ground is....Worst comes to worst, we get to have an awesome barfight.
>>40614334>Head home for now. You'll make a plan for this later.
>>40614334>Time to test how "neutral" this neutral ground is....
>>40614334>>Time to test how "neutral" this neutral ground is....I think Freedom Eagle is a pretty cool hero. Eh goes to villain bars and doesn’t afraid of anything.
>>40614407We can get drinks with... What's his face we just fought.
>>40614500But he can't get drunk anymore.
>>40614519So? We can still have fun and relax!
>>40614519Captain America cant get drunk... he still drinks
>>40614500The Anvil. I can legitimately see him being perfectly fine with it. At the very least we can probably get him to buy us a drink if we beat him in arm-wrestling or something.
>>40614555Nerd moment; actually he CAN get drunk, it's that it would take a metric ton of alcohol that was undiluted to do it.Since he has the drug tolerance of the most drug-tolerant person ever to live alcohol barely even fazes him; once he was injected with a heroin dose over three times the necessary amount to kill someone and all it did was do what a regular heroin dose does for a normal person.
>>40614604>once he was injected with a heroin dose over three timeswhy was he captured or something
"Okay, Envoy. We're heading in. But keep it cool and don't start a fight unless someone else does first, got it?" you say, and she nods, removing the shield from her back and taking it into her left hand.You pick her up and openly fly down to the ground in front of everyone, nice and slow so they can see the shiny golden metallic-looking wings.The crowd, civilians and Stormer alike, parts to give you space as you set her down."Uh...can I help you?" the doorman asks.He's wearing the usual classy doorman's black turtleneck (tight enough to show he has enough muscles to not be screwed with), black slacks, and boring brown hair.>WDYS?>"I'm here to speak to Madame Joy.">"What, we don't fit the dress code?"
>>40614653>"What, we don't fit the dress code?"
>>40614653>"What, we don't fit the dress code?"This is the most in-character answer and all of you fucks know it.
>>40614632Pretty much.They wanted him to die without him looking like he was murdered.
>>40614653>>"What, we don't fit the dress code?"
>>40614653>>"What, we don't fit the dress code?"There's a legit choice, here?>>40614653
>>40614674And they thought turning him into Speedy was the best way to do that?
>>40614713>give Captain America overdose of PCP to try and kill him>flips out and starts ripping the walls off the buildingsomeone needs to write that...
>>40614713It was the 90's.Subtle storytelling was lost on the decade.
You look down dramatically and gasp."Oh my god, he's right!" you say to Envoy. "We TOTALLY forgot to change out of our outfits! Oh man, we're going to stand out SO MUCH in here!"As you say this a dude who literally seems to be some kind of octopus-mutant Stormer walks in, as if to highlight your sarcasm."Your sarcasm is wasted here Sir," the bouncer says with zero amusement.Wow he really IS a regulation doorman; zero sense of humor too."We're heading inside, because we're super-folks. We wanna see everything that the infamous Joy's Nightclub has to see, don't we Envoy?" you ask without looking to your ally."Indeed. We shall see if this Club of Night lives up to it's most impressive reputation," she says.You nod in her direction and snap your fingers at the same time."What she said."His face remains impassive, but he puts a hand to his earpiece and then looks back at you before opening the doors for you both.You and Envoy walk in.
>>40614873>"Your sarcasm is wasted here Sir," the bouncer says with zero amusement.Working as a security guard at a gate right now, i so feel this guy's pain...
Once, when you were with AEGIS, you walked into a weapons deal between Overthrow and a cell affiliated with Al-Queda.You literally walked right into the old desert bunker and started talking, making yourself known you were an AEGIS agent and that everyone was under arrest. You did this to keep them so off-balance they didn't notice when your strike team reinforcements arrived, and kept talking to prevent everyone in the room from just shooting you, because they ALL wanted to.This is worse then that was.The nightclub at first is just civilians dancing to flashing lights and neon music, and has a very modern decor.Seemingly every other person there, some Stormer, some not, gives you the Evil Eye. Some reach for what look like weapons, some's hands light up and glow, some bear teeth WAY to sharp to be human, some take out futuristic things you must assume are also some sort of offensive too.You recognize some of them too, even out of costume. Supervillains, at least a few.The civilians don't notice, and keep dancing. Even a lot of the Stormers seem to keep dancing, not all of them criminals obviously.A group of flashy Japanese men in flashy clothes with flash tattoos is in one corner, led by a Japanese guy who looks remarkably like Tomiko wearing a white Armani suit with a black silk undershirt glances at you.Some Chinese gangsters do the same, as well as a few others you don't recognize.You feel Envoy tense up next to you as you both walk in, sensing the hostility and danger of many of the guests inside this place.But she doesn't make a move. Yet.Neither do they. Yet.You see the bodyguards and bouncers, the ones all who are supposed to be superhuman, tense up and ready for violence upon your arrival, and you start to wonder if you bit off more then you could chew.
The music reaches a crescendo and a voice is somehow heard over all of it."Welcome, Freedom Eagle! Welcome, Envoy!"You both look at a winding circular staircase leading upstairs in the middle of the room.On it is a ravishingly attractive woman with dark hair in a purple and magenta dress that leaves one leg exposed to show off her shapely leg and magenta boots."Welcome to Joy's! I'm Madame Joy. I hope you'll enjoy your visit as much as I will....">To Be Continued....
>Next Issue!>Madame Joy! Snake-Eyes! Anvil! And the malevolent menace of FOE!
The twitter, since many asked for it.https://twitter.com/SageSuper
>she already knows the name Envoy
>>40615073thanks for running
In case everyone hasn't noticed, kinda going out of my way to turn every final scene into something you could easily see as a large-sized comic book panel.
>>40615200We noticed and we appreciate it!
>>40615200You are, and it's excellent.I can even see it in classic 90s cartoon style, and then turning to comic book art, with the captions falling into place.Elegant AF.
>>40615278>classic 90s cartoon style,https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7P4-lgDrHpI
>>40615048Soooooo...we're facing off intrigue-style with Jessica Rabbit.Fun, Shadowboss. Thanks for the thread, see you when I see you.
>tfw no request
>Oh this looks neat>go catch up>Freedom Enterprise from Freedom City and their ceo is secretly Freedom Eagle, part of Freedom League>This is when 'freedom' no longer feels like a real word