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It’s been three months, six days, and twenty seven….make that twenty *eight* minutes since your life was changed forever. You were just a college junior, a girl that thought a future in the CSI was all there was to look forward to. Your days still consist of college, parties with Tabitha, and hauling your Mom up from the couch and making her go to work, but now...right this moment, when your legs are on fire and time slows to a crawl around you as you surge through the streets of Central City….*that* the time that you’re truly alive.

Now, when you feel pure undiluted lightning singing along every nerve, every atom of your being, when you’re feeling the wind part in awe of you, is when you are who you were really meant to be.

You are the fastest woman alive.

You are…

>Choose your code name
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>>902519

Artemisa
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>>902519
Belinda
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>>902519
Streak
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Nicki Minaj
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>>902519
You are Artemisa.

Your footfalls scorch the pavement as crimson lightning trails in your wake. Wind whips through your short scarlet hair as you adjust the yellow goggles that make up the mask of your makeshift uniform. It’s nothing special, but Tabby says she has something in works for you.

None of that matters now, though. All that matters is breathing, running, and stopping the meta that is terrorizing the scientists at Snow Biometrics before any more lives are endangered.

You breath in, deeply, and let the speed take you where you’re needed.
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>>902519
Red Arrow
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>>902628
The ice begins a block before you reach the building proper, the frigid air biting into your skin with teeth that chill you to the bone. Police cars, caked in three inches of ice, stand quiet guard in front of the Biometrics building, the bitterly cruel atmosphere devoid of…

...you surge-step six feet to your left, an icicle longer than your torso spearing into one of the cruisers and past where your face would have stopped it.

Your eyes track back to the source; a slender, fae-like woman, pale as freshly fallen snow with the purity of freshly driven slush.

“Doctor Caitlin Snow. It’s been...what, a week since I put you in Iron Heights?”

She smirks, blue eyes glinting in the sunlight.
“Artemisa, from one girl to another, you should really stay out of family affairs. Mom isn't’ coming to see me until I impact her bottom line...what better way to do that then attack the only thing she cares about. I’m glad you came, though….killing you will be the cherry on top.”

Sub-zero air coalesces around her long fingers as she summons every ounce of her power to end you.

You concentrate in turn. You’ve had some time to work out what you’re capable of in the few weeks you’ve been awake, and it’s been since your last run-in that you’ve learned a new trick that has become your signature…
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>>902644
-CHOOSE ONE-

-Astral Quickening (Lvl1): Moving close to the speed of light, you become an intangible force that moves through a stock-still world. The fastest of all your abilities, it’s one weakness is your inability to interact with the world in this state.

-Kinetic Thief (Lvl1): You have the ability to not only harness speed, but drain and impart it from items at will. While the size of affected objects plays a key factor in what you can drain, that one time you stopped a bullet and infused momentum into a quarter to stop that robber was pretty fun.

-Dopple Effect (Lvl1): You move so fast as to create an afterimage duplicate of yourself. You’re weakened while it’s active, but it’s saved your skin on more than one occasion.
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>>902628
Aw man you picked a retarded name there, shoulda waited a little longer for a consensus
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>>902683
Kinetic Thief
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>>902702
Very well. Ideas for names will continue until the end, where an NPC will alter it if/when a consensus is reached this thread.

Thanks for reading by the way!
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>>902683
Kinetic Thief (Lvl1): You have the ability to not only harness speed, but drain and impart it from items at will. While the size of affected objects plays a key factor in what you can drain, that one time you stopped a bullet and infused momentum into a quarter to stop that robber was pretty fun.
Clearly best choice
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>>902683
-Kinetic Thief (Lvl1)
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>>902683
>-Kinetic Thief (Lvl1): You have the ability to not only harness speed, but drain and impart it from items at will. While the size of affected objects plays a key factor in what you can drain, that one time you stopped a bullet and infused momentum into a quarter to stop that robber was pretty fun
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>Kinetic Thief (Lvl1) Installed.

It’s two glittering, murderous ice shards she sends your way this time, but you’re ready. Your fingers graze the first blade as your dance between the spears of frozen moisture, collecting enough momentum to empower something roughly the size of a cat...which admittedly wouldn’t make a very good offensive tool, but still.

The area is blocked in with squad cars and officers that are suspended in Snow’s frozen prison...you’re not even sure if they’re still alive...some bullets are still frozen, just inches out of the barrel. The ice on the ground has broken into shards from where you’ve leap aside, so maybe...


You don’t have long to think as Snow descends the steps of the Lab, intent on adding you to the macabre collection she’s amassed outside her mother's office.

You are in control.
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>>902800
1) Empower Bullet
2) Empower Ice Shard
3) Empower (write in)
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>>902936
>2) Empower Ice Shard
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>>903742
This
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>>903742
>>903828
>>902800

Snatching a shard of ice from the ground, you look up in time to see Snow gathering two spheres of ice in her hands...a moment before they explode out in a shotgun blast of frozen razors.

There’s no place to run.

The shard in your hand vibrates briefly before hurtling directly at Snow’s chest, shards of her attack scattering before your projectile of ice and pavement. But too few, and it’s not enough as you throw your arms up in front of you to catch the brunt of the razors. Your limbs scream with pain, and you’re not sure if the sound that escapes your lips is entirely separate from the pained utterance of rage that you hear from Doctor Snow.

You have one chance at this. The shard pushed her off balance, but one more attack like that, and the gap between you two grows, and she’s the endurance fighter.

You know how to end this.

You just have to…

>YOU HAVE CONTROL

Roll a dice after your choice, majority succeeds with their aggregate score

>A: Charge straight at her, driving your fist at her wound at full speed. End this.

>B: Charge the shards in your arms, slowing yourself to a stop but throwing the frigid buckshot buried in your arms back at her with Kinetic Thief

>C: Flank her to line up another shot with Kinetic Thief. You can take the hit, and anything she dishes out at you, you’ll throw back in her face to finish this.

Make your choice.
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>904823
>>B: Charge the shards in your arms, slowing yourself to a stop but throwing the frigid buckshot buried in your arms back at her with Kinetic Thief
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>904823
B. If one shot was enough to stagger her, let's see how she reacts to seventy.
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Oh, and I'd like to offer up a name choice.

How does Surge sound?
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>>905118
I prefer Drive, desu. It matches with Kinetic thief as our main power.
>>904823
>B
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>905142
And dice. Whoopsy doodlie doo
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>>905142
>Drive
That's pretty good.
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>>905149
Other options off the dome
>Circuit
>Push
>Dynamo
>Flywheel
>Quantam
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Kinesys
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>>905142
I'm voting for drive until further notice
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>>904823
>>B: Charge the shards in your arms, slowing yourself to a stop but throwing the frigid buckshot buried in your arms back at her with Kinetic Thief
Morning all.
On the topics of names , a few more suggestions;
Ballistic
Pace
Ignition
Blur
Swift
Constant
Strider
Equilibrium

Or, if we're ever in need of a derogatory nickname, Speedbag.
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Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>904823
>>905573
Would help if I rolled.
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>>905573
Can we just be called Speedbag? It'd be funny to see the story behind how that became our main name.
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>>904823
>>905146
>>905111
>>905046

Your feet scream at you to move, but you will your legs to stay themselves as you gather every ounce of your force into expelling Snow's attack from your arms.

The good Doctor stumbles forwards to face you, her chillingly beautiful face marred with an expression of mindless revenge...

..which is immediately replaced with a look of shock, as her shards find themselves shot from your forearms and embedded in her chest, arms, and legs. Stumbling backwards, she trips on the steps of the Biometric Building, her breaths ragged and pained.

You've done it.

You've won.

The sound of wheels grinding ice under their treads makes you whirl around in time to see an equal mix of police officers and new reporters arriving on the scene. You consider surging away immediately, but you need to stay, if only to scan the arriving officers for the one face you hope is there.

"Miss, miss!"

Your attention is forced to acknowledge the intense young African American reporter shoving a recording device in your face well ahead of the crowd of approaching faces, all eager for a story.

"Miss, I have just one question to ask you...this is the second time you have saved us from Doctor Caitlin Snow, and you still haven't given the public a name that we can attach to our Crimson Savior! Please, for the public, what is your name!?"

Oh God, you were never any good at this. Your mind goes blank...you know you and Tabby discussed this...you glance at the reporter's badge and stammer out an answer, praying that your vibrations help to mask your trembling reply.

"W-well, if you have to know, M-Mrs. um...Iris...well..."

You take a deep breath, and steady your racing heart as best you can. You got this.

"My name is..."

> YOU ARE IN CONTROL

> Choose your name, current name is Artemisa, front-runner replacement is Drive unless otherwise out numbered or vetoed by an appropriate number of replies.

> Waiting on three replies that are the same.
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>>905676
>Artemisa
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>>905676
wait, I thought Artemisa, was our real name. Not our hero name?

Anyways I'll throw my lot in with Drive for a hero name as I can't come up with anything better.
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>>905705
On mobile, sorry.

Artemisa was the hero name, yes. My apologies if that was unclear. Thanks for reading!
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>>905705
Moving along to reduce lag.

Hero Name: Drive
Real Name: Belinda "Bee" Artemisa

>Confirm: Y/N?
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>>905740

Drive makes me think too much on Kamen Rider Drive, but I guess it's okay unless somebody has a better hero name.
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>>905740
Flywheels are used to hold energy, and then dispense it.

I vote for Flywheel as hero name.
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>>905765
I'll second that since it's at least less generic than drive
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>>905765

Thirding flywheels if only because I never heard of a character named like that.
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>>905740
>>905765
>>905778
>>905815
“I’m Flywheel.”

It sounds pretty good, rolling off your lips like that. The reporter opens her mouth to ask another question, but a cry of alarm sounds from your left.

“Get down! She’s still…!”

Time slows.

You’re turning around as Snow’s last-ditch attempt to end you, fueled by the ice and spite, is mere inches from your face. If you move, the reporter dies. If you don’t, you die. What do you…

A streak of sickly purple light and a blood-red blur cloud your vision, and the blade is gone.

You blink.

There’s nothing there.

Snow looks on in bewilderment, and you’re sure your face has a similar visage of confusion as you watch the authorities slap a pair of power-dampening handcuffs on the Doctor and lead her away. The crowd applauds, but you didn’t…

“Ladies and Gentlemen, our hero; Flywheel!” Iris shouts, any follow-up drowned out by a din of applause and cheering. In a fraction of a second, you leave them behind. You never were a fan of the public eye. Tabby’s just about the only person you’d call a close friend, and you just want to keep your head down, and do what needs to be done. Keep your head down, go to class. Keep your head down, get a job. Keep your head down….save the city.

Your feet lead you to your apartment block, now in plainclothes of a yellow top and the same faded red jeans you’ve worn for years. Comfort over style, yeah? Your hand is on the doorknob when it's yanked from your hand by an overwhelming force.

You open the door to a brunette blur.

For a moment, your world is dark.

>(continued)
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“Bee!”

A slim pair of arms around your neck and a mess of wavy brown hair in your face threaten to deprive you of the air you so sorely need after your run, but you decide to indulge Tabby for a few seconds before peeling her off you.

“I saw the whole thing, you kicked ass!” she chirps with joy, adjusting her perfectly round glasses post-impact with your chest. Suddenly her face is dead serious.

“But you looked awful. Like a robber or something. Seriously Bee, the goggles are really the only thing tying it together.” She scowls in mock disappointment.

You chuckle as you settle down on your and Tabby’s shared couch, taking a breath and absorbing the apartment once more. It’s a neat little place in a decent part of town that you sure as hell woukdnt be able to afford on an intern's budget. Tabby’s parents have her set so she takes care of your rent, too. The perks of knowing someone since high school and helping them through some drama pays dividends. You turn around to look at her as she gathers together something on your kitchen counter.

“Come on, man…” you groan, “…fashion is your major. I’m all about comfort during the run.”

“Which is why I made you these!” she says with a smile, shoving three packages in your face.

“What the he…”

“YOUR COSTUMES!” she screeches, grinning a luminous smile that threatens to break her freckled face in half. “I like three color schemes so much, I went and made them with the high-tensile stuff that my professor said we weren’t allowed to use, but I gave daddy a call and…oh whatever, just pick one!”

Oh Jesus.

Three skin-tight abominations face you. You remember that Tabby had said she was going to make you something ‘cooler and more aerodynamic’, even after you told her that you and any clothes to wear while speeding seem to become friction-resistant, but once she has her mind set on something, she does it.

You look at her bright, expectant face, and back at the packages. Time to choose…

>Yellow and Red, with goggles. Kinda sporty, and close to your preferred color scheme…
>Green and Yellow. Tight, and she’s included some kind of facepaint in the package in lieu of a mask or goggles…you’re not sure about this…
>Black and Purple, with a simple domino mask. Simple and stealthy. Huh. You didn’t think she had a subtle bone in her body…

Decisions, decisions...

>YOU HAVE CONTROL
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>>905837
>Black and Purple, with a simple domino mask. Simple and stealthy. Huh. You didn’t think she had a subtle bone in her body…
I like purple, and i think Yellow and Red is a bit too... Flashy.
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>>905837
>>Black and Purple, with a simple domino mask. Simple and stealthy. Huh. You didn’t think she had a subtle bone in her body…
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>>905837
>>Black and Purple, with a simple domino mask. Simple and stealthy. Huh. You didn’t think she had a subtle bone in her body…
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>>905837
>>Yellow and Red, with goggles. Kinda sporty, and close to your preferred color scheme…
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>Black and Purple
I'd rather Black and Gold but...
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>>905901
ooh, black and gold would be rad.
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Can be our symbol, maybe?
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>>905914
Absolutely, great move!
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>>905837
>>905846
>>905851
>>905874

You reach out to the purple box and take out the fabric. It’s tough but flexible, clearly well made. You bring the domino mask to your eyes and test it out…wow, it actually fits perfectly. You glance up and you’re not sure whether Tabby is going to screech or faint as you smile up at her bashfully.

“Thanks, Tabs. You’re awesome.”

She throws her arms around your neck again before you can ask her the question you’ve wanted to ask her since you got home.

“Hey, Tabs? I didn’t see Mom at the scene, do you think she’s still working at the precinct today?”

Tabby’s smile falters for a moment.

“Um…I called down there to check on her, and she didn’t come in today…I called the…um, the other places where she…”

“They’re bars, Tabby. You can say it. Mom’s probably getting shit-faced.” You say in a huff. “I’m sure she’ll show up on our doorstep this evening, just leave it be.”

Her smile is one borne of pity, now. It’s written all over her face as she stands up and begins to gather her things.

“Bee, I have class most of today and a thing I gotta do for extra credit tonight, but we have some waffles from our breakfast dinner last night, so they’re in the fridge if you need something!”

You give her a brief wave as she heads out the door to her night class, and settle in for homework.

Your attempts at concentration are futile for the afternoon, though. Even when you try to take a nap to clear your head, there’s only one thing it's filled with.

A crimson tornado of movement, shrouded in tyrian lightning, plucking the shard of ice from the air and saving your life…

…and those flaming blue eyes that stared out at you from within, filled with cold intent.

There’s someone else like you.

(continued)
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>>905931

Snow’s breathing comes in short, terrified bursts in the back of the police cruiser, toppled on the side of the road en-route to Iron Heights. The officers guarding her, gone, no trace of them remaining.

He took them.

He’s here.

Oh God, He’s here.

She waits for Him to appear, to take her like He did the others, but it’s so quiet. All she can hear is the groaning of the van and the tick-tick-ticking of the engine as it settles down.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Hum.

He stands before her, a human typhoon of movement, all red and purple and impossible to comprehend.

“I did w-what you asked!” she stammers, the figure before her humming gentle, almost patiently hearing her out.

A moment of consideration.

NO

The sound of His voice dulls her nerves when He speaks.

YOU WERE TO BE AN INSTRUMENT OF MY LESSON TO HER
SHE CANNOT DIE
NOT AS LONG AS I DRAW BREATH

Snow begins to shudder, trying in vain to catch her breath as she attempts to reason with a force of nature.

“Then let me help you teach her again! You let me out once, I’ll…”

HER LESSON IS FAR FROM OVER
YOUR PART IN IT, HOWEVER…

His hand is through her spine, crippling her instantly as her mouth tries to find purchase on her words.

She will never move again. A living death.

…IS

Once again, it is quiet in Central City.

>Speedster Quest - Episode One, End.
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>>905941
>dis nigga
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>>905922
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>>905941
Level UP

Bee's powers grow, even during slumber. The powers of the Kinetic Thief mature...

At current, Kinetic Thief can only affect inorganic matter. Bee's control is not that fine, yet.

Choose one from the following options.

>Kinetic Thief: Inanimate Volume: Increases the size of inanimate objects you can manipulate.

>Kinetic Thief: Pickpocket: You can manipulate the speed of organic matter, but only something the size of a person's limb or a small child, at most.

>Wally's Wit: Bee's conversational skills improve, as her charm and biting wit help her on and off the battlefield.

> Cut and Run: Kinetic Thief acts as more of a storage battery, allowing you to impart less power to inanimate objects, but boost your speed and reflexes the more you take. Boosts only the length of the fight.


Also, feedback and suggestions are welcome! Thank you for reading!
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>>905985
>Kinetic Thief: Pickpocket: You can manipulate the speed of organic matter, but only something the size of a person's limb or a small child, at most.
Removing this limit (and possibly more in the future) would open up a lot more option in how to use our powers. Just make a man with a pistol twitch his arm and we won't have to use a lot of energy to stop the bullet.
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>>905985
>>Wally's Wit: Bee's conversational skills improve, as her charm and biting wit help her on and off the battlefield.
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>>905957
Hell yes, and saved. Thank you!
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>>905985
Thanks for running! I've enjoyed everything so far. You have a nice balance between anon's choices and the direction you want to take the story. (At least it seems that way)

The only thing i'm wondering about is how the dice system works.
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>>905999
It's been a pleasure, it's actually my first quest.

As far as mechanics go, I set a crit fail / fail / succeed / critical success, with the urgency of the situation gauged by the number of dice called for. There's a bit more to it than that, but that's the gist of it.

A quick question for every Anon present; should episode 2, which I'll run in the next five hours, be a separate thread? Would that be easier on everyone following, or would that just clutter /qst/?
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>>905985
Does cut and run override? If we got it, would we have to leech off of our projectiles, or would we be able to ignore it to pewpew at full power?

>>906099
Stick to this thread for now. The board is slow enough that it should last a long while yet.
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>>906108
Will do.

In regards to Cut and Run, it would be an ability you'd have to activate, so you can ignore it if you need to prioritize projectile speed and efficiency over defense and agility.
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>>905985
>>906115
In that case, voting for
>> Cut and Run: Kinetic Thief acts as more of a storage battery, allowing you to impart less power to inanimate objects, but boost your speed and reflexes the more you take. Boosts only the length of the fight.
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>>906099
>As far as mechanics go, I set a crit fail / fail / succeed / critical success, with the urgency of the situation gauged by the number of dice called for. There's a bit more to it than that, but that's the gist of it.

Sounds fine i guess. Just make sure to give a good chance at success since we only control one character instead of an entire party, and anons usually hate to feel weak.
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>>906140
Oh no worries, it is. Bee's a new speedster, so her power is increasing exponentially...which equals lower thresholds for a while until the threats get more serious, at least.
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>>905985
>>Kinetic Thief: Pickpocket: You can manipulate the speed of organic matter, but only something the size of a person's limb or a small child, at most.
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>>905985
>Wally's Wit: Bee's conversational skills improve, as her charm and biting wit help her on and off the battlefield.

The other ones will come up again, this one will help the most with capturing the attention of the city though and getting allies early on
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>>906304
>>906166
>>905994
>>905990

The tally thusfar;

>2 for Pickpocket

>2 for West's Wit

>1 for Cut and Run

Voting will end when Episode 2 begins in close to 2 hours from now. Thanks for your votes!
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>>905985
>>Wally's Wit: Bee's conversational skills improve, as her charm and biting wit help her on and off the battlefield.
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>>905985
>>Kinetic Thief: Pickpocket: You can manipulate the speed of organic matter, but only something the size of a person's limb or a small child, at most.
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>>905985
>Cut and Run
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>>906365
Bee dreams of running about the city, sweeping people off their feet and switching energy back and forth with a dazzling smile and more quips than superhero movies these days...

>Pickpocket AND Wally's Wit INSTALLED
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>>906808
Woo!
Will there be consequences for getting both so fast, or is it a free extra bonus?
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Speedster Quest - Issue Two

Your eyes flutter open, and you struggle to remember when last evening you lost consciousness. You glance around, having sworn that someone was calling your name, but determining that you’re the only one in the apartment at the moment, you glance at your phone.

Oh Jesus, it’s almost noon.

You flip through your phone to your schedule...you just *know* there was something you had to do at noon today...ah, there we go.

You slip on yesterday’s clothes after a quick sniff (ah, they’ve got another day or so in them) and get your shoes on for today’s journey.

It’s time to…

A) Go to your physics class, you’re almost late! It’s the only class you have today, so you’re free after.

B) Go do your time in the Central City CSI Internship your Mom landed you. Fun, but can be kinda hectic. You’d be there until the early evening.

C) Go pick up Tabby after she gets off work, you had a day planned together.

YOU HAVE CONTROL
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>>906821
>C) Go pick up Tabby after she gets off work, you had a day planned together.
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>>906818
I'm feeling magnanimous, and having both may benefit you depending on this day's path.
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>>906821
>A) Go to your physics class, you’re almost late! It’s the only class you have today, so you’re free after.
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>>906821
>A) Go to your physics class, you’re almost late! It’s the only class you have today, so you’re free after.
Learning!
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Continuing in the next half hour, stay tuned.
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You’re glad you didn’t sleep any later...you’ve already used two absences in Professor Atticus’ physics class out of three; one to fend off Doctor Snow the first time she reared her (admittedly very attractive) head, and the other to...well, to sleep in.

It’s a wonder you didn’t decide to call yourself The Turtle.

You exit your apartment and slip around to the back alley to slip on your goggles and make your getaway...one of the fringe benefits of being a speedster is that you’ve saved eighty dollars this month on gas, alone.

Your legs take you to within jogging distance of class, and you slip inside just as it’s about to begin.

The slim figure of Professor Atticus leans on his cane with one hand and scribbles algorithms furiously on the chalkboard with the other. You think you just barely beat him here, as he’s almost as tardy as you are most days.
You take your usual seat in class next to your study partner, her dark clothes and even darker bob cut hair cutting an impressive figure against the rest of the room. In terms of social circles, you and she are in completely different leagues.

Your friendship is a marriage of convenience, really; you take good notes, and she’s hellbent on keeping her 4.0…wait, what are you getting out of this deal agai…

“Hey there, Arty, what kept you~ There’s only so much I can do when you run out of absences...what would I do without you~?”

Her deep, sultry voice unsettles you as you settle into your seat as you try to think of something to say...

>A) “You’d find some other poor sap to rope into getting you and ‘A’.”

>B) Ignore her comments. “You look dazzling today, Dyna...did you do something different with your hair?”

>C) “Did I miss anything last time, Dyne? Come on, this relationship is a two-way street.”

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>907260
>>A) “You’d find some other poor sap to rope into getting you and ‘A’.”
but say A in a playful tone, to let her know you're just teasing. Then
>>C) “Did I miss anything last time, Dyne? Come on, this relationship is a two-way street.”
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>>907260
>>A) “You’d find some other poor sap to rope into getting you and ‘A’.”
>>C) “Did I miss anything last time, Dyne? Come on, this relationship is a two-way street.”
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>>907260
>C) “Did I miss anything last time, Dyne? Come on, this relationship is a two-way street.”
>B)“You look dazzling today, Dyna...did you do something different with your hair?”
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>>907291
>>907301


“Come on, Dyna...you and I both know you’d find some other poor sap to get you and ‘A’.”

Dyna turns to face you, an expression of confusion shining in her glittering green eyes...until her eyes meet yours, and she sees your smirk.

“So tell me…” you ask as she grins at you, keeping her focus on you as Atticus tries in vain to get the projector working, “...did I miss anything last time? Come on…”

You try to deepen your voice in your best imitation of Dyna’s man-slayer tones.

“...it’s a two-way street~”

She falls quiet for a moment.

“I...yeah...here’s my notes, yeah.” she says, averting her eyes from yours, her bangs hiding her expression as the Professor clears his throat to begin.

Huh.

Your considerations are interrupted when you feel your pocket start to vibrate. Snatching your phone out of your pocket, the message that greets you screams with Tabs' signature all-caps style.

> [ Tabby: HEY GIRL! OFF WORK EARLY, BOSS IS SICK! WHEN’S YOUR CLASS LETS OUT, WE SHOULD GET LUNCH~! <3 XOXO >:3 ]

You’re not too sure about that, but a few seconds into the lesson and you realize he’s repeating the lesson from last Tuesday. You have to hand it to him; the guy’s got tenure, so you’re not sure if he’s drunk, ballsy, or just that damn forgetful….maybe a mix of all three.

Well, this class is a wash…do you want to:

>A: Stick around in class. You’ve pushed the envelope with your absences so far and after your encounter yesterday, you have the sneaking suspicion that your luck is running low.

>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.

>C: Speed out of the class and go hang with Tabby. You don’t get to spend as much time with her as you’d like...and she *did* make your new costume…

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>907622
>>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.
I seem to be seeing double.
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>>907622
>>C: Speed out of the class and go hang with Tabby. You don’t get to spend as much time with her as you’d like...and she *did* make your new costume…
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>>907622
>Chat up Dyna

Be good to get to know her, and we've got to find out what that little pause of hers was about. We should definitely hang out with Tabby later, but it'd be good to expand our social circle a bit. Plus, even if we're not paying attention, at least this doesn't put us in academic jeopardy if professor McLazy somehow notices we've left class.
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>>907622
>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.
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>>907622
B.
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>>907622
>>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.
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>>907622
>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.
might as well make use of our new charisma.
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>>907622
>>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.
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>>907622
>A: Stick around in class. You’ve pushed the envelope with your absences so far and after your encounter yesterday, you have the sneaking suspicion that your luck is running low.
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>>907622
>>B: Chat up Dyna. Aside from basic teasing, your friendship is mostly business...it would be nice to get to know the person underneath the confidence and bitchy shell...if there is one.
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>B: Chat up Dyna

You lean in close to Dyna as Atticus begins his lecture is his distractedly bombastic style. You can usually rely on one or two students to take advantage of this to ask him questions to drag the poor guy wildly off tangent. For such a young Professor, he certainly is scatterbrained. However, this will give you time to talk to Dyna uninterrupted.

“So aside from silently judging as a full-time job, what do you do for fun?” you ask with a wink, which goads a subdued chuckle out of her.

“Me? I’m also jury and executioner part-time, but…I like music. You ever go out to concerts and what-not?”

The last time you were at a concert was when Tabby dragged you to that K-Pop all-girl band she was so obsessed over about a year ago…but something tells you that sort of music isn’t Dyna’s style.

“Not as much as I’d like, no.” you reply, glancing between Dyna and the Professor, exercising caution with your grades in mind.

“It’s really awesome, losing yourself in a crowd and just dancing until you can’t feel your feet anymore…So, there’s this thing tonight, right? Kind of a block party-slash-concert thing in a neighborhood close to downtown, you know? There’s supposed to be a couple of bands there mixed in with some one-offs…Golden Glider and the Rogues, some flute guy who my sources say is pretty wild, and there’s even been some people that say that there will be some sort of trippy magic show. I’m headed there tonight, and I wouldn’t really know anyone there…wanna go? Together, I mean.”

As…thrilling as flutes and magic shows sound, you’re not quite sure. You glance over to Dyna, only one of her bright blue eyes looking at you expectantly through her mess of black hair…wait…blue eyes? You thought that she…

“I’m mean if you don’t want to come, that’s cool too. It’d just be nice to have someone to silently judge people with~” she says with a wink, turning her attention back to the class, her eyes hidden once again.

The gears turn…class is going to end sooner rather than later, but Tabby wanted to hang out too…what do you do?

>A: Hang out with Tabby. You feel a pang of guilt when you realize you still haven’t even replied to her first message yet…

>B: Dyna could be a cool new friend…she might even make this party less lame, and let’s be honest…you need to get out more. When you're not Flywheel, that is...

>C: [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100 when picking this option] Decline tonight with Dyna, but set up a later time to hang out. Tomorrow, maybe?

>D: [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100 when picking this option] Ask if Tabby could come along too, it’d be nice to hang out with everyone at once. Two birds, and all that.

>E: Write in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>908507
>>>D: [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100 when picking this option] Ask if Tabby could come along too, it’d be nice to hang out with everyone at once. Two birds, and all that.
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>>908507
>D: [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100 when picking this option] Ask if Tabby could come along too, it’d be nice to hang out with everyone at once. Two birds, and all that.
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>>908529
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>908507
>D
If this doesnt end in lesbian threesomes
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>>908507
>>D: [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100 when picking this option] Ask if Tabby could come along too, it’d be nice to hang out with everyone at once. Two birds, and all that.
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>>908507
>>908536
>>908537
>>908531
>>908515

“I’d love to come actually, it sounds like fun. Mind if my roommate Tabby comes along, too? She and I have been meaning to have a girl’s night out, so the three of us could have some fun.”

She’s quiet for a moment…

>[Wally’s Wit Success]

“Yeah, that’d be cool.” She finally says, keeping her eyes focused on one of Professor Atticus’ tangents.

“It starts at eight, and I’ll meet you at the corner of 67th and 12th downtown. Wear something sporty…and maybe a little more new.” She finishes as you decided to ignore the obvious slight against your most comfortable attire.

You can’t see her eyes through her shield of raven hair, but you do see the ghost of a smile pay across her lips.

Packing up your things to leave, your foot is almost touching the doors threshold when an older male’s voice calls your name, and you flinch involuntarily.

“Ms. Artemisa, may I see you after class?” Atticus calls out.

Well, shit.

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You reluctantly shuffle over to the Professor. He stands before you, smiling his sleepy smile while leaning on his trademark ash wood cane, covered in a light yellow lacquer. You grit your teeth and smile, willing your legs to not speed you away of their own accord.

There’s nothing *wrong* with the Professor per se… he’s just….long-winded, is all.

“Ms. Artemisa, I don’t wish to keep you, but…”

Then why did you ask me to stay?

“Well…” he starts, running a hand through his disaster of dirty blonde hair, “…I wanted to commend you on your fine challenge to the esteemed physicist Doctor Bryan DeWitt’s theorems. It was an excellent read, and I’m really impressed.”

Oh. Oh thank God. You forgot you turned that in. At least he isn’t mad...

“So, I wanted to pick your brain for a minute, if you don’t mind.”

Oh dammit, that’s worse. You glance at the clock.

“It’s not always that I have a student that is…well, to be frank…” He leans in conspiratorially and winks one of his deep blue eyes in mischief.

“…is actually both interested *and* talented. Do you have a minute to talk?”

>A: Apologize and head out, you don’t want to be here forever.

>B: Heck, if it’ll get you brownie points with him, sure. Maybe you could even finagle another absence out of this…

>C: Schedule another time to talk.

>D Write-in.
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>>908636
>C

Oh wow professor, that sounds awesome, but I actually dont have a minute right now. Perhaps we could schedule something for saturday? I promise a few days to get my thoughts in order will produce a much better discussion.
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>>908636
>C: Schedule another time to talk.
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>>908636
>>C: Schedule another time to talk.
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>>908636
>>C: Schedule another time to talk.
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>>908636
Headed home now, have the next bit ready to go. Thank for reading so far, you are awesome!
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>>908636
>>908794

Oh wow Sir, that sounds awesome!” You reply, straining to put on your most dazzling smile, “Actually, I have somewhere I need to be right now, though…”
You can see the poor bastard’s heart sink as the words leave you. Do you see puppy dog eyes forming? Oh my God…


“…but perhaps we could schedule something two days from now, say on Saturday? I promise a few days to get my thoughts in order will produce a much better discussion, Sir.”


Fingers crossed, finger crossed, fingers cross…


He brightens up immediately.


“Absolutely!” he exclaims, his eyes brightening,” God knows I always need some time myself to gather my thoughts, so I’m sure we’ll have an excellent conversation this weekend! How does Saturday morning at eight sound, at my office?”


Oh Jesus, that’s early…but beggars can’t be choosers, you guess.


“That…that sounds great, I’ll see you then, Professor!”


“Please, call me Atticus!” he calls out to your back as you slide out the door. Crisis averted…for now. Slipping around to a camera-free stairwell, you send s quick text to Tabby to tell her the plan, and then speed off back to your apartment…

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“A party!” Tabby cheers, practically vibrating for joy. “I know exactly what I can wear, and we can match! I picked out the perfect thing for you other day that I just had to…”


“Wait…” You hold up your hand to pause the torrent of fashion you’re sure you were about to endure.


“…you *bought* me clothes? How did you know my size?”


She falters for just a moment before her grin spreads back across her cheeks.


“I went through your laundry, silly! Anyway, I’ll be bringing my big purse to keep all our stuff in, so you can mingle without having to carry anything!” she exclaims, steamrolling over a point you’d very much like her to elaborate on. As you open your mouth to demand an explanation, you notice her stuffing your black-and-purple suit and mask into her torso-sized purse.


“Wait, Tabs, do you think we’ll have trouble there?”


Tabby falls silent as she packs your thing before turning towards you, an uncharacteristically somber look on her face.


"Could you show me your arms, Bee?"


"Tabs, I..."


"Please?" She asks again, biting her bottom lip with worry.

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More out of concern than anything, you roll up the sleeves of your hoodie, presenting both arms for her inspection. Tabby crosses the kitchen and settles beside you on the couch, reaching out and taking your forearm in her slender fingers, tracing the scars that Snow’s assault left.

“Tabby…” you begin, searching her eyes for some sort of answer to what she’s thinking, “...I’ll heal. They’ll be gone by tomorrow, okay? I heal fast, it’s part of the deal when I…”

“I was so scared I’d lost you, Bee” she says, her voice breaking a little.

“But yester..."

“When you were struck.”

Oh.

The night you were struck by the bolt that made you something else...someone else.

The night Central City’s Particle Accelerator went critical.

The night a bolt out of the blue turned you into Flywheel.

You’d been drugged by some asshole at a party, and Tabby...petite little Tabby...carried you out of the bar and across the park to get back to your place. She set you down for a second to catch her breath, and the last thing you thought before you woke up seven months later was that you just wanted to go home.

You’re brought out of your reverie by Tabby gently running her delicate fingertips across the scars.

“Every time you step out there as Flywheel, I...I’m so scared. I know you’re amazing. I know you’re the fastest woman alive. I *know* you can run faster than a speeding bullet and all of that crap but damn it Bee, you’re my friend…”

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she tries in vain to wipe them away.

“...you’re my *only* friend, my *best* friend. I d-don’t know what would h-happen if I lost you again...I couldn’t stand it, I just...I couldn’t...”

Reaching out gingerly, you take off her glasses and fold them with your other hand, setting them on the table between you two and the TV set before drying her eyes with your scarred hand.

“Hey, Tabby. It’s me.” You smile. “As long as I got you in my corner, I’ll be great. Thanks...for bringing the suit. It’ll look great, I just hope I can do it justice, yeah?” She chuckles a little, before clearing her voice and sliding her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

“I, um...I’ll go get changed. Do you want to head out now and make sure it’s all good and just wait for...um, whatshername, or arrive when she said?”

It’s still two hours or so before Dyna said to meet her...what should you do?

>A: Leave now, scope out the place. Neither you nor Tabby have been downtown much, and getting the lay of the land would be wise.

>B: Leave a little later and arrive when Dyna said. Spend a little time getting ready. You being punctual (for once) might make a good impression on her.

>C:Text Dyna and tell her you’d rather not go, something some up. You didn’t realize how strongly Tabby felt about you being Flywheel...all she ever showed was enthusiasm, so you want to give her some time to talk.

>D: Write-In
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>>908892
>B: Leave a little later and arrive when Dyna said. Spend a little time getting ready. You being punctual (for once) might make a good impression on her.
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>>908892
>>>B: Leave a little later and arrive when Dyna said. Spend a little time getting ready. You being punctual (for once) might make a good impression on her.
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>>908892
A. Knowing the area would be nice, especially now that we're acting as a city-wide vigilante. If this whole party goes fubar, it wouldn't hurt to be aware of our surroundings.
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>>908892
>B: Leave a little later and arrive when Dyna said. Spend a little time getting ready. You being punctual (for once) might make a good impression on her.

Plus that gives us time to just hang with Tabby for a bit
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>>908924
>>908902
>>908899

Thank you for your participation. I have a question for you if you follow through on this action.

Your wish to spend time with Tabby will be realized, but do you wish to view the conversation with Tabby and control it directly, or skip to meeting Dyna at the party?

>Taking votes now.
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>>908925
Control
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>>908925
View conversation.
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>>908925
Heart to Heart with Tabby, I wanna be there for the whole convo.
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>>908925

Control
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>>908931
>Heart to Heart
I sure do love me some Affinity points. We need to be ready for a Chain Attack at all times.
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>>908925
let the character development BEGIN!

yeah let's stick around and talk with tabby.
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>>908925
>control it directly

It will be nice to get a better feeling for our strangely boundary pushing heterosexual? lifemate
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I...kinda want to stay here for a little while...with you. I think we need to talk.”

She turns to face you as you get off the couch and take her by the hand, leading her away from what she was busying herself with on the table.

“Hey, I’m…” she starts, not meeting your eyes, “...I’m really sorry I lost it like that, I just…”

“Don’t be, Tabs. Seriously. If it wasn’t for you, I never would have made it home that night if it wasn’t for you.”

“I never should have taken you out to that field…” she says, her voice straining, “...if I hadn’t, you wouldn’t have almost died, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt, you wouldn't *get* hurt in the future, because you always want to help people...I’m so scared that I...I’ve...I don’t know...doomed you, I guess?...I don’t know what I’m saying, Bee...I’m so sorry, I just…oh God, what if you get hurt because I wasn’t there for you when I needed to be, or because I helped make you this way, what if I...I just...”

Her shoulders start to shake as her eyes well up again with fearful tears, and you feel like you need to do something, *anything* to let her know she isn’t at fault...

>A: Take her hands in yours, and thank her for saving your life, and countless others by helping you become Flywheel.

>B: Put your hands on her cheeks and reassure her that you’ll be fine...she keeps you safe just by being in your life.

>C: A blend of A and B.

>D: Write-in

You are in control.
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>>908984
>>B: Put your hands on her cheeks and reassure her that you’ll be fine...she keeps you safe just by being in your life.
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>>908984
>Take her hands in yours, and thank her for saving your life, and countless others by helping you become Flywheel.
Besides, I don't regret what happened so nether should you.
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>>908984
>C: A blend of A and B.
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>>908975
>C: A blend of A and B.

"Tabs, I know this isn't something anyone wants to think about but life was always going to get to us in the end. No one makes it out alive, but you've had a hand in giving me a chance to really help people, to really make a difference. And I wouldn't be able to do that without you by my side every step of the way. I'm not going anywhere any time soon, I promise."
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>>908997
Changing my vote to this, with a bit of awkward/cute "...Except all of the places I'll literally be going to, with... the super speed, and all."
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>>908984
>D

Wrap your arms around her neck in a loose hug.

"Your looking at this the wrong way. Metas would still be around even if I weren't flywheel. With my speed, and your support, I can protect myself and others. Without that, who knows what would happen? Yeah this is a bit dangerous, but I. Dont. Blame. You. So stop beating yourself up over what might happen, and embrace whats hapoening right now. Allright?"
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>>908984
>>B: Put your hands on her cheeks and reassure her that you’ll be fine...she keeps you safe just by being in your life.
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>>909000

Also seconding this addition
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>>908984
>B: Put your hands on her cheeks and reassure her that you’ll be fine...she keeps you safe just by being in your life.
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>>908997
>>909000
>>909006

~~~
“Tabby...Tabs. Listen to me.” you say, reaching out and taking her hand in yours, while letting the other rest on her cheek to catch her tears. She finally musters the strength to look you in the eyes, as waters as hers are.

“I know this isn't something anyone wants to think about but life was always going to get to us in the end. No one makes it out alive, but you've had a hand in giving me a chance to really help people...to really, REALLY make a difference. And I wouldn't be able to do that without you by my side every step of the way. I'm not going anywhere any time soon, I promise…”

Her breathing deepens, as you see her shoulders visibly loosen under the words of your reassurance and your comforting hands on her.

“...Except all of the places I'll literally be going to, with... the super speed, and all."

All of her pent up fear is let loose in a single unrestrained laugh, filling the room with the one sound you were hoping you’d be able to coax from her lips.

“I...wouldn’t hold that against you, Bee. You know how motion sick I get.” she says with a smile, dabbing her last tears away with her sleeve.

"Tabby, think about this the next time you feel like you helping me become Flywheel was a mistake; Metas would still be around even if I weren't Flywheel. With my speed, and your support, I can protect myself and others. Without that, who knows what would happen? Yeah this is a bit dangerous, but I *don’t blame you in the least. So please stop beating yourself up over what might happen, and embrace what’ss happening right now. Alright?"

She finally smiles.

“Okay, Bee. I’ll try.”

You raise an eyebrow high and get closer to her face.

“Yeah?”

She laughs again, pulling you into one of her big hugs, despite her small frame.

“Yeah...yeah, Bee, I promise.”

>Tabby gained WHISKER SENSE. Thanks to your reassurances, she’s a little more focused and feel a little more capable in helping you be Flywheel. She may pick up and notice things that would otherwise escape your awareness, as long as she’s close by.

>Write-In: Is there anything else you’d like to do before you head out?

You are in control.
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>>909048
No, let's head out.
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>>909048
I think we're good to go meet up with Dyna.
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>>909048

Nice job on the mixing of suggestions, let's head out
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>>909048
Yes
kiss the girl

But seriously

Ask tabs how /exactly/ she got our measurements, because that costume is skin tight.

Also how much did she spend on the clothes, we can pay her back, um, when we get a chance... to not be broke
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>>909048
>Mechanic: KINETIC RESERVOIR

Your KINETIC RESERVOIR (or KR for short) is a percentage-based measurement of the kinetic potential Bee’s stored so far. Organic matter, since it travels less quickly (usually) tends to give out less, but is more effective at stopping attacks and hindering the movement of foes as a potent debuff. On the other hand, fast-moving inorganic items, like bullets and Snow’s projectiles, are more dangerous to build KINETIC RESERVOIR with, but grant substantially better gains.

Infusing an item various energy levels looks like this;

>25%: Minor or negligible damage to Metas, render most humans unconscious from the blow. Not strong enough to pierce flesh.

>50%: Lethal to humans, moderate damage to Metas.

>75%: Heavy damage to Metas, can pierce most barriers.

>100%: Can pierce steel, possibly other metals/materials. Lethal to most Metas.

Current Stats:

>HP: 100%
>KR: 5%
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>>909083

I like the mechanic and now I am curious as to how it would feel to punch someone and have all of the kinetic energy pulled out of it when you make contact
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>>909083
Wait, so we charge our Kinetic Reservoir by absorbing attacks or movement?
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>>909054
>>909060
>>909073
>>909075


You’re so glad you...wait a second.

You just remembered something.

“Hey Tabby, why did you go through my…”

Slim finger meets your lips as she grins.

“Shhh, Bee...don’t ruin the moment.”

~~~

Tabby drives you downtown, but finding parking anywhere remotely close to the block was an absolute nightmare. When you two get out of her car, you can hear, or rather *feel* music thrumming from deeper within the abyss of the party, making your teeth rattle. It’s sensory overload, and even just looking at Tabby’s stylish jacket over her plaid shirt makes your brain hurt. It’s a miracle you can even hear Dyna when she shouts your name from somewhere behind you, and you whirl around to see her.

“Hey, partner~! Look at you, being here on time and stuff~” she calls out, her heady voice cutting through the din.

You see her and...oh, wow.

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The lights streaming down from the buildings illuminat her hair with a red that reminds you of wine, a color that blends well with her natural (?) black hair. A loose-fitting white shirt and a pair of jeans she looks like she poured herself into make her stand out from the crowd...at least, to you.

“You gonna take a picture, or will you introduce me to this little lady here~?” she says, all eyes on Tabby.

You follow her gaze to see Tabby clearly looking back at her, but you can’t quite see Tabs’ eyes for the glint on her glasses...must be something weird with all the lights around here…Tabby suddenly strides across to Dyna and thrusts out her hand for a shake, all smiles.

“I’m Tabitha Fairweather, pleased to meet you, Miss…?”

“Dyna Bivolo, charmed. Bee’s told me a lot about you.” she replies, taking Tabby’s hand in her own and returning the gesture with a grin.

Tabby fails to reply, and you’re not sure if she just didn’t hear Dyna, or…?

...man, did it just get colder outside? Wow.

“Anyway,” you start, breaking the silence, “Let’s get moving and see what this thing is all about, yeah?”

You bury your hands inside the pockets of the jacket Tabby got for you, which is an off-red creation that is both incredibly cozy and absolutely outside your price range. You’ll have to remember to give Tabby a few more ‘thank you’s before the night is through.

The three of you take in the sights for the next hour or so, people-watching and making idle chit-chat, though they both seem to talk more with you than each other. Oh well…

“Oh hey, this is it!” Dyne says suddenly, rushing forwards into someone’s open backyard gate. “The Hamelin Irregular is about to play! He’s a one man band that I heard was going to be here! Come on!”

You glance down at Tabby, and see that her attention is focused squarely on a little merchant stand that has caught her eye.

“Can we?!” she pleads with you, tugging on your arm.

You glance back over at Dyne, who has an eyebrow raised.

“The show’s about to start, guys. You coming?”

Oh boy, this is exactly why you had some reservations about coming, you’ve only ever had to get dragged somewhere by Tabby, and her alone…do you…

>A: Go with Tabby and act interested in things that you can’t possibly hope to afford,..wouldn’t be the first time…

>B: Go with Dyna, but keep a close eye on Tabby. You’ll only be a few yards from her, at most.

>C: Convince one to go along with the other’s plan [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]

>D: Write-In

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>909088
>>909095
You can absorb attack and movement. For example, you were able to dodge out of the way of one of Snow's spikes and collect the energy from that, but you also couldn't get out of the way of her scatter shot, but were able to absorb the power from that, as well.

Write-In options in combat are powerful, and should be paired with a roll of 1d100 to gauge the success of the actions written.
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>909103
>>C: Convince Dyna to go along with the Tabby’s plan [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]
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>>909103
>C: Convince one to go along with the other’s plan [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]
Have Dyna look at the merchant's wares.

I am getting some serious Pied Piper vibes from this situation.
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>>909117
>>909103
Forgot to roll.
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>>909103
>C: Convince one to go along with the other’s plan [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]

Let's check out the musician first, the merchant should still be there once we're back
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>>909103
>C

Convince tabs to go along with dynamo.

Our um friends should get along. Besides we can come back to the stall after the pied piper is done.
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Hey OP

Obvious lesbian overtones aside, are we in any kind of relationship right now?

Because our Tabby cat seems, lets call it possessive, and we clearly like the devastating dynamo's look.

So im assuming arty is gay bi or unsure. But clarification of any past relationships would be cool
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>>909152
Bee is kind of unsure, and she doesn't have any prior experience in relationships. Tabby was her first real friend, and they've known each other for years.

She's never really be forced to think about it.

Until now, of course.
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>>909168

Oh beautiful naive obliviousness, should be a fun journey for her
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>>909103
>C: Convince Tabby to go along with Dyna's plan [Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]
The merchant isn't going anywhere. And we did get invited for this.
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>>909184
forgot to roll
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>>909141
>>909184

“Hey Tabby, I think the stall will be open for the next little while. We could check out the music and come back after we give it a chance...what do you think?”

Tabby glances between you and Dyna, holding your gaze….before smiling and leading you by the hand towards the stage. Dyna smiles, and turns to follow you as a familiar voice sounds from a few feet away, in the gathering crowd...

“Ms. Artemisa! Ms. Bivolo! I didn’t know you two enjoyed Central City’s music scene!”

Oh sweet Christ, it’s Professor Atticus.

“Uh, hey Prof, I...um…”

“Hey there, Atticus~” Dyna cuts in giving you a wink, trying to form a buffer between you and him after reading your discomfort. “What brings you here?”

“I came to see Robert Rathaway, actually.” he says with a grin...before realizing none of you know who he’s referring to. “Rathaway…y’know, the Hamelin Irregular? I worked with his son, and we became close after…”

The cheer on his face falters.

“...After his son Hartley died in the Accelerator malfunction. Taking up music again after so long really helped him recover. He and I have been out of touch for a month or so, but when I heard he was going to be performing, I just had to attend. Shall we?”

Oh well...more the merrier, right? Who knows, maybe his goofiness will help defuse some of this tension...

>(continued)
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The four of you make your way to the forefront of the crowd in time to see a man in a curious mask and a lengthy cloak take center stage, adjusting his tricorn hat as he strides forth.

“Ladies, gentlemen….Good Evening. I am honored to have the pleasure of your presence tonight, and at such a special time. I’ve prepared an amazing set for you all tonight…”

You notice a few stagehands start to plug in the speakers to larger systems that extend further into the darkness. Tabby starts shifting uncomfortably beside you, and loops her arm through yours.

“Hey, Bee? I kind of want to go to the stall, if you don’t mind...no offense to your Professor, but his friend creeps me out…”

Before you can speak, the Piper continues as he slips a complex and clearly customized flute from beneath his robes.

“...but I’m very excited for a particular quest tonight...a guest that means a great deal to me and my friends, and has helped to focus my mind and skills to a singular purpose. A purpose that makes me hope that they will grace me with their appearance tonight. So thank you...”

You glance over to Atticus, the smile spreading across his face bringing a smile to yours, as well. That was really nice of Rathaway to…

“...Flywheel.”

Atticus’ smile falls away into a frown of confusion as your heart jumps into your throat.

Oh, crap.

Tabby’s eyes go wide as she start to frantically drag you towards the back of the crowd. Rathaway moves to play, and you can feel the air pressure shift in a way that you’ve felt before, the way that Doctor Snow and The Top made you feel…

...He’s a Meta.

“We need to move, NOW.” Dyna yells, grabbing your arm, too. There’s a look of realization in her eyes...

She’s right, they both are...but how just how fast do you need to get the hell out of dodge?

>A: Speed out of there with Tabby, you need her by your side and you’re not letting her go.

>B: Speed out with Dyne, she may know what’s going on, and you’ll need all the info on this guy you can get.

>C: Run out with both, normal speed. We need to stay together.

>D: Speed out with both of them...you’ve never tried moving two at once, but it’s worth a shot. (roll 1d100)

>E: Write-In.

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>909333
>>C: Run out with both, normal speed. We need to stay together.
Can't give away our secret identity, but we gotta keep Dyna safe, and we sure as shit ain't lettin' go of Tabby.
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Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>909333
>D: Speed out with both of them...you’ve never tried moving two at once, but it’s worth a shot. (roll 1d100)
You never know until you try!
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Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>909333
>D

Inb4 we gwen stacey one or both of them.
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>>909333
>>C: Run out with both, normal speed. We need to stay together.
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>>909346
From his perspective, we are one oerson amid a sea of faces, he would have to be INCREDIBLY lucky or perceptive to notice us in the general milling and confusion his announcement prompted
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>>909363
mean't we can't just disappear with tabby, and then Flywheel shows up to save everyone with us gone in front of Dyna.
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>>909389
Its a character defining moment, which is more important, your secret identity, or the safety of your friends?

I say we let tabby explain things to dynamo while we beat up mind control maestro
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>>909333
>D: Speed out with both of them...you’ve never tried moving two at once, but it’s worth a shot. (roll 1d100)
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>>909552

Time slows just as the sound of the flute reaches your ears, like maggots trying to worm their way inside your brain before the hum of the speedforce fills your mind.

You grab them both by their wrists and let the electricity flow through you, starting from your temples and surging through your core, down to the soles of your feet…

...and then you MOVE.

Through the crowd, out of earshot of Rathaway’s noise (whatever it does), and behind a vendor’s stall that seems to be abandoned. Dyna’s head it suddenly on a swivel, trying to comprehend her new location.

“Okay.” She finally says, catching her breath, “That’s new. How did we…”

“It doesn’t matter…” you say, taking stock of the situation. “...At least we’re further away from whatever the hell that noise is.”
Tabby is shivering, and it’s not from the cold. You can tell by her flushed cheeks and the shake of her hands that she’s scared, but Dyna…you’d be hard pressed to tell if she had just been confronted by a Meta or jogged for a hot minute. Her eyes are dilated, but her posture, her alertness...this isn’t her first confrontation.

“Tabby…*Tabby.*” Her head jerks in your direction when you finally grab her attention, “Can you stay here with Dyna, I need you to explain…me.”

Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to protest, but you put your hand on hers.

“Tabby...I trust you. I trust you to trust her with who I am.”

You hear the tell-tale snap of a switchblade echo behind you in the stall.

“You’re Flywheel.”

You and Tabby turn your attention to Dyna, who stands before you with a blade in her right hand, with her left open and extended towards Tabby. Her cold, focused eyes lock with yours.

“Get out there. Kick his ass. I’ll get your friend here back to her car. Deal?”

“...Tabby? It’s up to you.”

You barely get the words out before she has your suit laid out in front of you.

“Hey Bee…?” she starts with a smile.

“...You got this.”

You suit up, and just as you thought, it fits like a glove. You adjust the mask as you consider how you need to approach Rathaway…

>A: Head on assault, full speed. Don’t give him a chance to react.

>B: Speed through, assess what his powers can do, and what’s he’s done.

>C: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>909561
>B: Speed through, assess what his powers can do, and what’s he’s done.
I have a feeling we're going to have to hit and run this guy. As in run through punch him and leave before he can react and then repeat the process until he's down... or just say fuck it and steal his flute.

Oh and find something to cover your ears. He seems sound base so if we do something to mess with our hearing we can cripple this guys powers over us.
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>>909561
>>A: Head on assault, full speed. Don’t give him a chance to react.
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>>909561
>B: Speed through, assess what his powers can do, and what’s he’s done.

We need information first, make sure to keep our speed up so that the hum keeps blocking out the sounds
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>>909561
>B

Assuming he has control of the crowd thats a LOT of fists to steal kinetic energy from.

Charge up, take aim, and fire a quarter through his flute
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>>909561
>>B: Speed through, assess what his powers can do, and what’s he’s done.
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>>909611
>>909604
>>909600

You glance around the stall, looking for something to...ah. You tear two small plugs out of a handmade candle and plug your ears, giving Tabby and Dyna a short salute before you leave them in a flurry of wind and sparks.

The lightning carries you through the streets, and all of the party goers have a glossy sheen on their eyes, standing at attention, as if waiting for something. Their mouths are moving slowly in unison, but you’re moving too fast to hear what sounds escape their lips It’s probably for the better. You speed towards the stage and…

...shit. He’s gone. The chanting of the pacified partiers starts to speed up, and you can finally read their lips in their mindless, monotone chanting.

‘Come to the intersection of 35th and 78th, come to the intersection of 35th and…’

You’re there in a flash, siphoning the dregs of the passerby’s energy from their repetitive chanting, but it’s not much. You focus on what lay before you, and…

...oh God.

A whole crowd of people, forty, maybe fifty in all; all with blades, glasses, and other bladed implements held to their throats by their own hands. Only one among them is in possession of their full faculties, his flute held at attention with a cruel sneer.

“Hello, Flywheel. I’ve heard so much about you.” Rathaway says with a smile, looking you up and down.

Your fists tighten with fury, and you have a coin or two in reserve...

YOU HAVE CONTROL

>HP: 100%
>KR: 30%
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>>909802
Speed Punch him in the throat, then palm strike his diaphram, unleashing the Kinetic Force.
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>>909802

Go as fast as we can through the crowd grabbing their weapons as we go
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>909802
>Flick a coin at velocity through his flute

Use all 30%
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>>909842

Sorry, forgot my roll
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>>909819
>>909802
Forgot to roll
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>>909844
Or we could go full Flash and ask him why hes doing this.

After all, they can probably receive complex instructions.

So they will kill themselves under certain conditions

Best bet is either grab their weapons or render then all unconscious
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>>909849
>>909842
Welp, changing to this
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>>909842
>>909858

He opens his mouth to speak, and…

..lets out a pained gurgle as the fingers of your right hand dig into his throat, a handful of glass shards and blades in the other. The crowd shove empty hands ineffectually against their throats, as you speed backwards to the edge of the crowd, but you’re no-where near done. Exploding forth, the pavement buckles under the sheer force of your launch directly towards the Piper, right fist tucked and ready. There’s no way he can see it coming, and your pistol-like impact of your blow carries him upwards several feet into the air, before he fall to the ground in a heap.

Time resumes, and the crack of a sonic boom echoes through the streets. You look down at the Piper as his mask falls away, revealing a man in his late fifties, whose features grief and time have not been kind to.

“WHY?!” you snarl, breathing heavily, “Why would you put their live in danger?! Your son died, and you want to take more sons and daughters from parents like you? What’s the hell is WRONG with you?!”

Aged, raspy laughter escapes his cracked lips.

“All part of the lesson, Flywheel. Let me teach you...teach you this, little girl...my song is in their heads...all that stopped them from tearing each other to pieces...heh...was *me*.”

The meaning of what he said has only a split second to sink in when you hear the first scream erupt behind you. Lightning surges along your nerves, as the world slows...

...Just in time to see the crowd in the midst of a brutal, rabid assault, time crawling along as their tear into each other with tooth, nail, and bone.

You have to stop this.

...but *how*?

YOU ARE IN CONTROL
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>>909980
well they're normal people right? can't we just speed through all of them and knock them all out while absorbing some of the kinetic energy from the melee as we zoom through. Then once they're all out run back to this ass hat and see what it will take from everyone to get back to normal.
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>>909980

Ah shit, at least they don't have their knives, seriously what the fuck is wrong with this dude

Are there any large amounts of wires, rope, or banners we might be able to wrap them all up in?
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>>909980
Try and knock them all out. They are moving quite a bit, so we should be able to steal some kinetics, and I assume a majority of them are wearing laces on their shoes. If they are, then we can use the kinetic force we have to cause them to pass out from lack of oxygen/blood flow, and then have the laces go slack afterwards.
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>>909980
>>910011
>>910018
>>910104

You need to move, NOW. You blitz through the crowd, striking every offending limb, mouth, and attack you see, hoping against hope it’ll be enough. You surge into a nearby store and, locating a stock of zip ties and whatever else you think you can use to harness the violently insane crowd, you dash back to them, making short work of binding them all safely and separately as they moan about the buzzing in their brains...you hate to do it, but a quick love tap to each victim’s temple is enough to shut them up for now.

That take care of the immediate threat, but you know that without a more permanent solution, the entirety of downtown Central City is going to turn into a bloodbath...with Tabby and Dyna in the center. You can already hear screams and shouting erupting from different melees in the city.

You burst into view over Rathaway, looming above him, a slender, imposing purple-black figure cloaked in furious red lightning, seething with rage.

“Tell me how to stop this, NOW.”

The old man laughs.

You don’t have time for this…

>A: Attempt to reason with him. Write-in.

>B: What would happen if you just...vibrate your hand...just *so*? (Torture, roll 1d100)

>C: Attempt to understand what he’s after, why he’s doing this. Charm, write-in [Wally’s Wit option, roll 1d100]

>D: Alternate Write in. Anything goes.
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Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>910253
>C: Attempt to understand what he’s after, why he’s doing this. Charm, write-in [Wally’s Wit option, roll 1d100]
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>910253
>C: Attempt to understand what he’s after, why he’s doing this. Charm, write-in [Wally’s Wit option, roll 1d100]

I am so glad we got this upgrade
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>>910104
That shoe idea was really good, actually. I hate that I didn't see it until I posted.
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>>910359
Oh well, I didn't post in time, so it is on me. Thanks for the quest so far, I love how it is. My only request is that you don't just go Gay/Lesbian only, and include the whole spectrum if that is your plan (including actual romantic relationships).
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>>910253
C
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>>910306
>>910450

You clench your fist, vibrating it slightly...and then relax it. That’s not the way to do this. There’s another way.

“Piper...Rathaway." You kneel down next to him, lowering your voice. "Your friend came to see you. Professor Atticus? He told me about your son. I’m so sorry about what happened to him, I really am.”

Rathaway’s sneer falters, becoming a look a cautious consideration.

“Rathaway, if you don’t help me fix this, so many more fathers are going to lose their sons and daughters...why would you want them to suffer like you did?”

“It doesn’t matter.” he finally replies, his hard brown eyes staring calmly into yours, “It will be worth it if you learn your lesson.”

“What...what lesson could possibly be worth this?! Please tell me what I have to do to SAVE them...”

He looks at you coldly…


>Wally’s Wit Option: Moderate Success

...before his expression softens into one of gentle sadness.


“Vibrations, Miss Flywheel. That’s all sound is. Surely you can do something with that, can’t you?”

He refuses to say anymore.

Wait...Oh my God. That’s it. You know now what you have to do…

>A: Locate his flute and vibrate it to destroy it, as it’s clearly the source of the hate plague Rathaway has spread through downtown.

>B: They said the song was in their heads...maybe you can manipulate it...maybe even steal the song itself out of them?

>C: Vibrate Rathaway’s throat to force him to produce the same tones; he’s the true source, as he’s a Meta.

>D: Write-in

YOU ARE NOW IN CONTROL
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>>910491
>B: They said the song was in their heads...maybe you can manipulate it...maybe even steal the song itself out of them?

Let's try to find the particular frequency that the song is going at and then vibrate at the opposite frequency to cancel it out
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>B

Algering the vibrational frequency of our voice box should allow us to science words and cancel or alter the lingering vibrational resonance.
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>910491
>B: They said the song was in their heads...maybe you can manipulate it...maybe even steal the song itself out of them?
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>>910576
>>910698
>>910746

You speed over to one of the victims, still sleeping peacefully after you socked him in the head. Taking his head in your hands, you concentrate...and it takes you only a moment to feel Rathaway’s song humming around in his body, coaxing him into a murderous frenzy. You tune in to it, feel your way around the frequency...until you can draw it physically out of him, play with it until you cancel it out harmlessly. One down. Hundreds to go.

You know the frequency. You know its opposite. You grab the old man’s pipe and start to run, tuning your pace to a gentle white noise and allowing the flute to catch the air as you race around Downtown, inundating the area with the reverse of Rathaway’s hateful tune. You can see their eyes clear when you pass, the fury giving way to confusion and bewilderment, until you find your way to Tabby’s car. Dyna nearly jumps out of her seat when you appear before her, and Tabby actually does so as she practically explodes out of the driver’s side door and throws her arms around you neck.

“Is it over?” she breathes, eyes glittering with hope.

“Yeah…” you sigh, breathing heavily, “...yeah, it’s over.”

“I called the cops” Dyna says, getting out of the passenger side of Tabby’s two-door, “it won’t take them long to find Rathaway and get damage control down here.”

She gives you a sideways glance, hiding one of her eyes and shooting you a dazzling smile.

“Like Tabs here said….you kick ass~”

“Yeah, well. I’ve had enough excitement for one night. Dyna.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, one eye still hidden.

“I’d appreciate it if you…”

“If I what? ‘Oh no, Officer, Bee, Tabby and I ran away from all the commotion and laid low until Flywheel came and saved the day, scouts honor’~” She chuckles, batting her lashes at in imaginary officer. Even Tabs chuckles at that one, holding your arm and practically burrowing herself in you jacket...her jacket...whatever.

“Anyway, I’m out. You two have a good night, and I’ll see you in class tomorrow Bee...and know that I know your secret, I’ll expect you to at least be on time, ‘kay~?”

Dyne waves goodbye and saunters off to her car, and when your eyes meet Tabby’s, you both know the other is more than ready to just go home.

Sleep takes you on the way back to your place, and the last thing you remember is the soothing red of a stoplight, and Tabby looking down at you with her bright, clear eyes.

She's smiling.

Deep, dreamless sleep takes you in its gentle arms.

Your name is Bee Artimisa, and you are the fastest woman alive.

And sometimes it feels so damn good to just be still.

>(Epilogue)
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A older man, his cape tattered, his tricorn hat held in one tremulous hand stumbles into Central City’s countless alleys. Robert Rathaway’s breathing is shallow as he stumbles along, using his free hand to steady himself as he follows the wall. He’s a man at the end of his rope...

...but even he has enough strength left to smile when he hears the Hum.

He stands before Rathaway, an ill-defined red body shrouded in sickly purple light, bolts slicing the air around him. He is an open wound upon the world. When He speaks His voice tears the air with its vicious reverberations, even when His words carry praise.

YOU PERFORMED BEAUTIFULLY

TRULY A LESSON TO BE REMEMBERED

THANK YOU

Silence falls. The city is silent.

ARE YOU READY TO SEE HIM AGAIN

Rathaway nods, weakly. He manages a smile as he looks upon the face of the festering laceration in space and time that looms over his feeble frame.

“My only regret is that I can’t ease your pain, my Lord...I lost my son, my wife...but You…”

Rathaway’s voice breaks as he openly breaks into tears.

“...You lost *everything*...I’m so sorry...I pray that you can fix what has been done, if only for you.”

THE LESSONS ARE FRUITFUL

SHE IS LEARNING QUICKLY

EVERYTHING WILL BE WORTH IT

YOU AND YOUR SON WILL BE TOGETHER AGAIN

The figure pauses for a moment, head bowed in incomprehensible thought.

AND I CAN BE FORGIVEN FOR WHAT I HAVE DONE

“My Lord...I’m ready.” Rathaway steadies himself on his feet, spreading his arms in welcome. “I’m ready to see my son again.”

TELL THEM I WILL MAKE IT ALL RIGHT

His hand spears forwards, vibrating through the old man’s heart, a look of peace upon Rathaway’s face as he dies on his feet.

TELL THEM WE WILL MAKE IT ALL RIGHT…

...BECAUSE THAT GIRL IS GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD.

>Episode 2, End.
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>>910889
Thank you so much for your
participation. I'll probably start Part 3 tomorrow morning or evening, Eastern Standard Time.

Once again, as this is my first quest, feedback and questions of any kind are greatly appreciated!
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>>910981
So is there a justice league or avengers like group in this world or no?
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>>910981
This was pretty cool! I didn't have time to play initially but I'll definitely be looking for this quest in the future!
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>>911026
Not at current. Most of the capes are still trying to get their act together and growing in to their power sets, much like Bee.

Later on, though...

>>911028
Thank you so much! Like I said, I'll probably start up again sometime today, and I'd love for you to participate!
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>>911378
Soooo theoretically there is an island of amazonian waifus out there?

Not that Tab Soda and Dynamic arent wonderful.
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>>911378
so supers/metas are just making their first appearance on the world stage and everyone is trying to figure out what to make of it then? Neato. Wonder what this world's superman and batman are like.
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>>911384
...you give me ideas, Sir.

Terrible, wonderful ideas.

Also, you just made me laugh out loud at work with those names, well played.
>>911387
Indeed! They will be a sight to see, I assure you. They'll be introduced sometime after the first story arc is concluded, which won't be too long from now.
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>>911391
Actually the guy who came up with wonder waifu was a huge perv.

Part of the reason she loses her powers when uh... restrained.

Yes, restrained.
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Any other comments or criticism?

Did any part feel like it lagged where it didn't need to?
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>>911408
Did we replace Barry or is he still a thing?
Are we the only speedster (to our knowledge) running around Central City?
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>>911412
Bee has never heard of any other speedsters, but she does know that there is someone with similar powers that trails purple lightning that saved her from Doctor Snow ( and killed Rathaway, but she doesn't know that, yet).
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>>911412
>>911452
this brings up a question, we're not in the DC universe right? This is it's own super stand alone universe right?
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>>911465

We are still, in fact, in the DC universe. Some things have just been shuffled around a bit. After all, we have already seen Caitlin Snow, Hartley Rathaway has been mentioned, and a few other characters have been name-dropped so far.
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>>911483
aw, I was actually kind of hoping we'd have a unique world with more unknown characters and a different feel to it. Still, it seems like you're definitely putting your own spin on the world, so please keep that up.
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>>911503
Given where the story is looking like it's going, some wiggle room in thr mythos is going to be had, for sure. No worries!
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>>902519
>>911598
New Thread Here!

>>914005



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