>>3109729
>C

You remain patient, watching the buff Jaguar relentlessly pummel into your guard with ruthless strikes.

If your father wasn't just as brutal in your training, you probably would've broken under this pressure!

However, you're able to quickly seize the opportunity to fight back as he winds up another brutal punch, and you're able to do a quick pal strike to his nose!

The palm pushes hard against his muzzle, nearly crunched under the open-handed strike and forcing the warrior to shut his eyes tightly in reaction to the stinging blow!

Because of this, his initial punch misses and strikes the mat next to your head!

Wasting no time, your hand latches onto his still outstretched arm and you fling your weight into it, causing Namur to lose balance and topple over under you!

Now you're the one sitting atop the jaguar, smirking as the wincing beast is still left open for another attack!


A: Give him a taste of his own medicine! Beat his face in!

B: Headbutt him! One serious blow to end things!

C: Keep weight on his hips and lean over to try and put him in a headlock! The strain on his spine will be tremendous!

D: “You wanna tap out? I don't know how long we can keep going before we bring powers into this!”

>>3110349
>C: Keep weight on his hips and lean over to try and put him in a headlock! The strain on his spine will be tremendous!

>>3110349
>C: Keep weight on his hips and lean over to try and put him in a headlock! The strain on his spine will be tremendous!

>>3110349
>B: Headbutt him! One serious blow to end things!

>>3110349
>>C: Keep weight on his hips and lean over to try and put him in a headlock! The strain on his spine will be tremendous!

>>3110349
>B: Headbutt him! One serious blow to end things!

>>3110349
>C: Keep weight on his hips and lean over to try and put him in a headlock! The strain on his spine will be tremendous!

>>3110349
>C

“Now I got ya!” You shout, dipping your chest forward and quickly wrapping your right elbow around his neck!

“Grghh!!” He grunts through the choke, trying to slam his fists into your sides as you bend his spine upward while pulling back on his head.

You grip your right hand's with your left, tightening the hold you have on Namur's head under your shoulder.

As you keep him in the headlock, you continue to try and yank his upper body towards you while keeping his hips stuck to the ground, putting him through as much discomfort and pain as you can.

However, Namur even has a way to escape this! His hands seize your waist, and he's able to lift you off while you remain latched onto his neck!

You're frantically trying to think of an escape as he continues to lift you by the waist, your body now almost completely upside-down above his shoulders!

He's going to fall back and slam your back into the mat! You're panicking, thinking that you're mere seconds from losing this match...

… But then your shirt falls down, and Namur's eyes can't help but look over at your exposed torso and examining gravity's effect on your chest.

“A-Ah!” He stammers, feeling shameful for causing you to become exposed like this. You want to shriek in embarrassment, but this gives you the perfect opportunity to reverse this whole situation!

You let go of his neck and shake your waist free from his grasp, falling for a moment across his backside before catching your self on his own waist!

“HAAAAAAAAGH!!!” You shout through your rosey cheeks, using your strength and the momentum of the fall to pull Namur backwards as you flip, spiraling his shoulders and neck harshly into the ground with a revers pile driver!

Namur's upper body is caught between your spread legs in the end of the throw, his senses in a complete daze as he rests upside down with a throbbing ache tormenting his skull and back.

You're stuck with his butt in your face, but you're quick to lean around to the right side and give him a wily grin.

“Unghh...” He groans, looking at you with a frown.

“Nrrghh... I don't think that was fair at all.”

“Hey, you're the one who peeked!” You tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Now hold on, I'm not-- I wouldn't do that just to--!!” He starts to get flustered, and seeing his savage jaguar face get into a panic can't help but put you into a giggling fit.

A: “So, want a round 2?”

B: “You're cute, you know that?”

C: “I thought someone who trained with the Amazons would be used to a woman's body. What's wrong, big guy?”

D: “So, still think you can take on my dad like this?”

>>3110750
>C: “I thought someone who trained with the Amazons would be used to a woman's body. What's wrong, big guy?”

>>3110750
>B: “You're cute, you know that?”

AdRENAline is a hell of a drug. :v

>>3110750
>C: “I thought someone who trained with the Amazons would be used to a woman's body. What's wrong, big guy?”

Still not super happy that this guy is fighting us because he stole our Daddy Issues.

>>3110750
>C

>>3110750
>C: “I thought someone who trained with the Amazons would be used to a woman's body. What's wrong, big guy?”
>B: “You're cute, you know that?”

>>3110750
>C

“I thought someone who trained with the Amazons would be used to a woman's body. What's wrong, big guy?” You tease.

He grumbles, his nervous expression turning into a more annoyed one.

“They were my family, that's different. Besides, I think you can imagine a society of only women have specific preferences for partners.”

“... Oh yeah, that makes sense.” You note, thinking about what Crush would do if she ever found out about the place.


“... Can you let go of me now? Unless you want me to try and escape from this one...” Namur politely asks, but his offer at the end is a bit inticing.

You oblige him, however, freeing his waist of your vice-like grapple and letting him flip back onto his rump so he can sit across from you.

Namur rubs the back of his neck tenderly, the aches from the slam still aching .

“Ghrrm... That was enlightening, at the very least. I learned through you that your father is quite experienced in grappling.” Namur observes.

“Yeah, kind of. Some of it is from my mom too, and then there was all the stuff I learned from Okaara, plus those years training with my bodyguards, and then... Ehehe, it's actually a lot now that I think of it!” Admit with a grin, wishing you could be more modest about your skill.

“Hmph. I'm sure you want to surpass him just as much as I do.” Namur assumes, but he couldn't be more wrong.

“Now way! I hate hitting my dad!” You protest.

“I mean, training with him was super brutal! It really sucked having to fight tooth and nail against him for all those years, and I'm glad I can focus on loving him more than seeing him as an opponent.”

Namur gives you a quizzical look, as if you're talking about a completely different person than the one he saw from his youth.

“... Your family is a strange one, Rena. It's perplexing that the savage man I witnessed fathered someone as kindhearted as you.”

His words warm your heart, and you can't help but shyly look away from his compliment.

“Well, y'know... You should see my mom if you think he's mean... Thanks.” You tell him.

“No, thank you. I enjoyed sparring with you, and I hope that next time we can get a bit more serious.” He smirks, sitting up straight.
“Next time you'll have some cuts to go with those bruises, maybe even a bitemark or two.”

A: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you'll wind up with some burns and singed fur!”

B: “Why wait? Let's go again! Right now!”

C: “Are you threatening me, or are you flirting with me?”

D: “Yeah, but let's make that next week or something. I'm worn out!”

>>3111438
>A: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you'll wind up with some burns and singed fur!”

>>3111438
>E. "Next week, then? It's a date~"

>>3111438
>C: “Are you threatening me, or are you flirting with me?”
Lewd, pussycat.

>>3111446
>>3111452
>>3111458
Let's wait for a tie breaker on these three!

>>3111438
>A: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you'll wind up with some burns and singed fur!”
But say it in a friendly way.

>>3111438
>A: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you'll wind up with some burns and singed fur!”

>>3111438
C: “Are you threatening me, or are you flirting with me?”

>>3111438
>A: “Oh yeah? Well maybe you'll wind up with some burns and singed fur!”

>>3111484
and then immediately realize what you might have implied

>>3111438
>A

You show him a confident smirk.

“Oh yeah? Well maybe you'll wind up with some burns and singed fur!”

He flashes a confident look back at you, standing up and offering you a hand.

“Then I look forward to your challenge.”

You take his hand, and he easily helps you back onto your feet.

For a moment, he looks down into your eyes and holds your hand firmly. It's almost chilling looking into them, but before you know it he's let go and headed straight out the door.

Wow... You wonder if this is how mom felt when she met dad? Then again, maybe it's too soon to think about Namur that way. You literally just met him, after all.

As you carry your shoes and luggage out the gym's door, you keep thinking about... Well, boys! You've spent a good majority of your life deprived of any raw social contact with them, and now you can't go two steps without running into one!

From Terry to Super Boy, it's been quite the buffet of hunks, and you can't help but think Impulse is endearing... In his own way. His own, obnoxious way.

Then again, if these are the kind of guys you met within the first week, just imagine what you'll run into on the job! Maybe you'll save some soft mannered royalty from an evil potential dictatorship, or maybe you'll get in a scandalous relationship with a villain! Oh, or maybe you'll--

“BLARF!”

You smack your face against the door to what should be your room, grumbling as you peel yourself from the metallic paneling. Maybe you shouldn't zone out while walking...

Pressing a button on the door's frame, the panel slides upwards and allows you access to your room.

Aside from a few shelves, a bead, and a door that should lead to a bathroom, the room seems completely empty! Oh well, that's just more space for things you want!

You sit down on the edge of your new bed, setting your bags down by your feet and rummaging through one of them to find your cellphone and charger.

You're pretty beat from that sparring match, but maybe you should call your mom or something before you rest.

A: Call your mom, maybe talk to her about dating stuff.

B: Call your dad, ask about his fight with Ares and Namur.

C: Call Umi, ask if he's found anything on Crush's mom.

D: Call it quits. You need a nap!

>>3111622
>C: Call Umi, ask if he's found anything on Crush's mom.

>>3111622
>B: Call your dad, ask about his fight with Ares and Namur

>>3111622
>B: Call your dad, ask about his fight with Ares and Namur.

>>3111622
>C: Call Umi, ask if he's found anything on Crush's mom.

we did promise to help

>>3111622
>A: Call your mom, maybe talk to her about dating stuff.

>>3111627
>>3111633
>>3111634
>>3111635
Need a tie breaker between these two!

>>3111622
>c

>>3111622
>B: Call your dad, ask about his fight with Ares and Namur.

>Inb4 Reno squees about Rena having her very first friendly rival.

>>3111666
Looks like C came in first!

>>3111622
>C

Oh shoot! You should check in with Uncle Umi and see if he's found anything out about Crush's mom!

You quickly find him in your contacts list and dial him up as fast as possible!

“Ahh... Hello?” He asks, giving a yawn.

“Hey Uncle Umi! Sorry, did I wake you up?” You ask.

“Oh, kiddo... No, you're fine. I assume you want to know if we dug up anything since I last saw you two?” He asks, the sounds of papers shuffling in the background.

“Yup! Thanks again for helping us out, Uncle.” You thank him, laying back on your bed.

“Mhh, Sure... Get comfortable, because I got an earful for ya.” He warns, but you're already one step ahead of him.

“So, I sent a couple of ninjas out—and before you ask, yes, they were literally ninjas-- and had them sneak into some private facilities. STAR Labs, Lexcorp, a few places where CADMUS shit was dumped... We came up with jack shit.”

“Oh...” You respond, but Umi is quick to act on the disappointment.

“Ah! Hold your tongue little lady, because it turned out we were looking in the wrong place. Rena, I still don't know what this Bloodlines shit is, but it went all the way up to the CIA. Real heavy shit, you get what I'm saying?”

“... Yeah, but I don't like the use of the S-word.” You tell him honestly.

“Right, right, sorry... Anyway, I couldn't get a lot of info from my own guys, so I had to pay a chunk out of pocket for your “Aunt Jade” try and break into some CIA shit and... Look, just thinking about it all now is making my head and bank account hurt, so why don't I cut to the chase?”

“Aww, but I want to hear more about Aunt Jade...” You whine.

“She's misses you too, wouldn't shut up about you when I first called... Anyway! I... Ohh hell, now I remember why I got shitfaced... I think I found out who your friend's mom is. I... Jesus I can't say her name over the phone because I don't want to believe it. I'll text you the address and you two can go see her. Just brace yourself, okay kid?”

“...Okay. Thank you for finding her.” You softly express your gratitude, starting to feel worried about where this all leads.

“No problem... Actually, there's one other thing. So, Jade found this armor piece thing... It's got a dumb dragon in a circle on it. Try and ask your friend about it, see if it belonged to her old man or something.”

“I will. Bye Umi.” You confirm, hanging up and awaiting the address to be sent to you.
It takes a few moments, but you soon get a notification for the message, and you waste no time hurrying out the door to find Crush!

[To be continued soon!]

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Alright guys! I hope you're ready for a big reveal the next time I run, which should be Sunday!

Also, if you haven't yet, vote in the Strawpoll! Lewd seems to be winning so far! https://www.strawpoll.me/17042689/r

>>3111783
>Lewds over Lain
Savages.

>>3111783
Disgraceful

>>3111790
>Not having both lewds AND Lane

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>>3111438
>I think you can imagine a society of only women have specific preferences for partners.”
Yuri route with Cassie when?

>>3112333
Brah
We be taking that cat dick asap

>>3112454
Cats have barbed penises that are horrifying and gross.

>>3111783
Why can't we have lewd and Lain?
>>3111915
This is the correct opinion.
>>3112333
Dykes can burn on tumblr's sinking ship with the rest of the rats.
>>3112473
Only his head is cat like, fuzzy ears are top

>>3112473
Yiff in hell

>>3112677
Don't be like that man, even Satan has limits on the sins Hell can accept.

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>>3112677
Anon, I was arguing AGAINST fucking the cat man, based on the terrifying nature of cat penises.

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>>3112473
>>3112677
>>3112898
>>3113020
Namur's penis isn't barbed!

That is all!

>>3113269
Tekken quest when?

>>3113269
Time to breed then

>>3115015
>bara furry
>breeding

>>3111780
Crush was once again on your back as you both flew through the city. Night had already fallen, and with the city lights starting to dwindle as you inch closer and closer to your friend's supposed mother you couldn't help but feel a little scared for Crush.

“... Hey, Crush? You're not gonna do anything bad when you see her, are you?” You carefully ask, but your delicate approach to the subject is met with the response you were trying to avoid.

“God, would you shut the fuck up?! Every fucking minute it's you begging me to stay out of trouble! Is it really that much of a burden to be with me, Rena?! Am I really that unpleasant to be around?!” She spits at you venomously, her harsh words making you cringe beneath her.

“No! That's not what I meant Crush... I'm just... Well, I'm worried about this whole thing.” You admit, but all your friend does is scoff.

“Let's just stop talking until we get there.” Crush suggests, and you agree with your own silence.

She has every right to be mad, but you just wish she would be less so. You also wish you weren't the one caught up in it all, but it's too late to change that now...

You check the directions to the address on the phone, looking down at a wealthy neighborhood passing under you both. It's almost like every house in the area is a mansion... And the person who slept with Uncle Lobo lives here? You would've imagined them to be a bit more sleazy...

Finally, you begin to descend in front of what should be Crush's mothers. It's a really cozy looking place, with a white picket fence and a adorable garden lining the outside of the house. In the backyard you could even spot some well trimmed hedges and a ornate pool with a built in waterfall. Just who lives here?

“Tch... They had all this money but the couldn't raise a child. Bitch...” Crush curses their home, sounding angry and hurt.

She gets off your back at looks at the home, noting that there's still some lights on inside.

“Let's go, Rena!” She suddenly shouts, starting to march forward.

A: “Wait! Maybe I should go ahead, make sure this is the right place or... Something.”

B: Give her some space.

>>3116568
>B: Give her some space.
Don't smother her, but stay close

>B: Give her some space.
>>Show some silent support

>>3116568
>B: Give her some space.

>>3116568
>B: Give her some space.

>>3116568
>B

You just give her some space, but you're ready to jump in if she goes off the handle.

… That doesn't take long.

Crush, well, crushes the fence surrounding her mother's home. Her boots kick it apart as she stomps towards the front door of the home.

A trail of sawdust and white splinters trail behind her legs as she nearly slams her feet through the wooden steps of the porch.

Crush pulls back her fist, and bashes it against the front door, making a small crack as she violent knocks.

“HEY! WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS HAG!” Crush shouts, and you really want to step in to try and calm her down, but that might make things worse...

She starts beating the toe of her boot against the bottom half, nearly shaking the whole house as she harasses whoever might be inside.

“YEAH?! YOU LIKE THAT BITCH?! I'M HOLDING BACK, JUST WAIT FOR ME TO REALLY TEAR THIS PLACE DOWN YOU--”

The door swings open, and through a a familiar voice you hear Crush's supposed mother speak through fear and choked tears.

“L-Leave me alone! I-I have help on speed dial, and they'll hurt y-you really bad if you don't go away!”

“... No way!” You shout, bulldozing your way up the front steps and shoving Crush out of the way.

Your suspicions are proven correct, and seeing this sweet woman in tears nearly breaks your heart.

She's just as shocked by your presence, and is by instinct you both hurry to embrace each other.

“Auntie Lain!!” You cry into her arms, holding the shaking woman tightly in your arms.

The older, shaggy haired woman sobs in your hug. Her pink bathrobe jostles off her shoulders as she weeps.

“Oh, thank god you're here Rena! I'm so scared! This woman, she just showed up and-”

“She's with me! It's hard to explain, but I'm so sorry Auntie, I had no idea you lived here and—and--!!”

“OH FUCK OFF!” Crush roars, her hands getting in between you both and forcefully prying the hug apart.

“ENOUGH OF YOUR AUNT SHIT! THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD IS JUST YOUR AUNTS AND UNCLES NOW, IS IT?! FUCK YOU RENA! FUCK! YOU!”
You've never seen Crush this angry, her vile yells causing saliva to spray into your face before Lain addresses her.

“You little shit, I'm not letting you yell at that sweet girl like that, I'm calling her father and--”

Lain is interrupted by Crush turning and putting the fear of god into her with one stare.

“AND YOU! YOU NEED TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW IF YOU'RE MY MOTHER, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO RIP AND TEAR SOMEONE APART AND IT MIGHT AS WELL BE YOU!” She roars, the color starting to leave your Aunt's face as she's filled with terror.

“M-Muh... Mother?! I'm... I think I'm going to faint...”

You start to panic, getting in Crush's way and putting an arm around Lain's back to keep her upright.

[Votes in the next post!]

>>3116682
A: “Crush, you need to leave. Now.”

B: “Let's just calm down and talk inside... A lot of explaining needs to be done.”

C: “Crush, I... Maybe my Uncle was wrong. Lain is a kindhearted woman... She's like a second mother to me, so this can't be right!”

D: “Lain! Are you okay?! I'm so sorry what Crush did, she's out of control!”

>>3116682
>B: “Let's just calm down and talk inside... A lot of explaining needs to be done.”

Called it

>>3116688
>B: “Let's just calm down and talk inside... A lot of explaining needs to be done.”

>>3116688
>B

>>3116688
>B

>B: “Let's just calm down and talk inside... A lot of explaining needs to be done.”
>>"Crush, please don't make me use dad's stash of space drugs to mellow you out, because I will if I have to." Proceed to wave a needle filled with glowing blue gel in it threateningly

>>3116688
>B: “Let's just calm down and talk inside... A lot of explaining needs to be done.”

>>3116682
>B

You look at Crush with a pleading expression, hoping she can understand that Lain is just as shocked as she is.

“Let's just calm down and talk inside... A lot of explaining needs to be done.”

“... Yeah.” Crush... Sort of calms down. She's using an inside-voice, at least.

You help the weary Lain walk back into her home, looking at the place with amazement.

Everything is so... Pretty. Marble floors, decorative flowerpots and paintings, a velvet rug leading to a spiral staircase in the center of the entrance's hall... It's like a fairytale manor to you.

“The den is on the right, Rena... Just help me sit down there.” Lain wearily requests, looking at a door on your right.

Following her instructions and opening the door, you enter Lain's den. It's a cozy room with two chairs and a sofa all facing a gas-lit fireplace that keeps the area nice and cozy. Along the walls are endless shelves of books, which make you wonder if Lain realizes these are a fire hazard.

You help Lain lay down on the couch, hovering by her for a moment to make sure she's okay before taking a seat in one of the free chairs.

“Thank you sweetie... Your grandmother's been doing wonders for my skin, but I'm still older than I look.” Lain

“How is granny? I haven't seen her for a while either.” You ask, folding your hands on top of your lap.

“Oh, still the mad scientist. Her research could lead to immortality, but now she's focused on reverse engineering that splicing nonsense the kids are doing...” Lain muses with a small chuckle, sitting up in her seat.

“Can we cut the chit chat? We got some serious shit to go over.” Crush interrupts, refusing to sit as she intensely stares at Lain.

“... Right. Auntie, this is Crush and... We think you're her mom.” You say bluntly, not sure how else to word it.

Lain is quiet for a moment, looking into the fireplace and sighing.

“I'm... I'm still trying to tell myself this is real. So much has happened since...”

Lain trails off, shaking her head.

A: “It's okay, Auntie... Why don't you just try to start from the beginning? How did things get started with her Father?”

B: “Lain, how did this happen? How did you have a daughter and just lose it?”
C: “Crush... Is there anything you want to ask?”

D: Just be quiet. Let her speak for herself.

>>3116754
>D: Just be quiet. Let her speak for herself.

>>3116754
>A: “It's okay, Auntie... Why don't you just try to start from the beginning? How did things get started with her Father?”

>>3116754
>D

>D: Just be quiet. Let her speak for herself.

>>3116754
>D: Just be quiet. Let her speak for herself.

>>3116754
>D: Just be quiet. Let her speak for herself.

>>3116754
>>3116754
>D

“Girls, you need to understand that I did a lot of foolish things once my coffee brand became successful, and you need to know I don't blame anyone but myself. It might be hard for you and... Well, even your father to hear but I was struggling to stay a good person when I came into all this wealth.”

You keep quiet, but you're worried about what you'll hear from Lain.

She takes a deep breath, continuing her account of the events leading up to this point.

“I had been such a sheltered girl my for most of my life. The highlights of my life before I met your father was tasting a new blend I made and calling my mom every week... But when I got such an overwhelming success I lost myself, or who I was. I was a gorgeous woman dancing through clubs and bars in some bizarre attempt to find love.”

“... And my dad looked like Love to you? Lobo? Don't bullshit me.” Crush harshly responds, and Lain can't help but flinch.

“With a few drinks, he looked like whatever I wanted at the time. For a night, he was... Then he was gone. You might find this hard to believe, Crush, but when I found out I was pregnant I was extremely happy.”

Judging by the look on Crush's face, she does. It's a mixture of confusion and anger.

“It had been a long time since I socialized with Rena's father and her family, so they didn't know about my pregnancy or what happened after...”

Lain starts to look incredibly sad, as if the next part of her story is especially heart wrenching.

“My mother and I were so excited, we finally had another addition to the family... And then...”

She starts to get weepy again, her eyes welling up with tears as her mind finally understands what this meeting means for her.

>>3116794
“You were a stillborn... That was what I was told... I was giving birth and I passed out and... Oh my god, I'm just so happy... I'm so happy...”

She starts to completely breakdown, burying her face into her hands and crying loudly into them. You don't understand, not completely, but what is clear to you is that Crush's mother has been found and she loves the child she never knew.

You look over at Crush, and you see the anger in her face fade as she watches her mother breakdown in front of her.

Lain looks up, tears soaking her cheeks as she chokes out words to her daughter.

“I'm so sorry I lost you! I-I really thought you were gone! I-If—If I knew you were alive I would've done everything I could to find you! I would have! Oh god, I'm so sorry!”

She puts her face back in her hands. This is starting weigh heavily on you as well. You couldn't hope to understand what either of them were going through personally, but as a Tamaranean seeing those you care about in such a state is taking its toll on you.

However, a feeling of relief starts to fill your body as you watch Crush stand up and hurry to Lain's side, sitting on her knees and finally embracing her mother.

There are no words from Crush, nor tears. The only sounds for the next few moments are Lain's muffled cries as she hides herself in her daughter's arms.

[To be continued soon!]

Now THAT is a twist done right. See you when you run again soon.

That was great, though is anyone else find it really weird that Rena and her family hasn't had much to do with so many people they're supposedly close to?

>>3116806
It happens once you get older

>>3116806
To be slightly fair, it does sound like Reno went kinda-sorta fight-crazy after he got that "you're turning into a wimp" spirit dream. Hard to remember your good friend the coffee MILF when you're being a villain for your daughter, fighting gods, and sneaking off to conquer War Planet (hope I got that right, I'm not actually familiar with it).

I can't remember, do we know yet whether Dick manned up and gave us an adorable niece to spoil, or did he pull a Batman and sabotage his own relationships?

Also, if/when Trigon invaded, did Reno get turned to stone like the rest of the world, or did he get his fight on and punch a multidinensional demon lord in the face?

>>3117149
Faggot is still holding out to our knowledge.
>>3116795
Now the bigger question is, was Lain lied too and why if she was?

>>3117152
What are the odds he's holding out at least partially because it's Reno telling to man up and just do it ('it' in this case being Starfire).

Reno's probably tried to give him advice too. Explicit advice, that eventually just turns into recounting his escapades with his wife and needling Dick about not getting married yet.

>>3110347
I'm like 70% sure that OP image is a trap.

>>3117546
your trap-fu is weak, that's just weeb Blackfire.

>>3116795
Things have calmed down. Lain's eyes are still a bit red from crying, but she's smiling contently as her daughter sits by her side.

Crush also looks so... Peaceful. It's almost scary how at ease she seems now compared to when she first arrived.

Regardless of circumstances, you feel really happy for the both of them! You're trying not to show two big of a smile as you watch them look through a photo album cataloging Lain's early days.

“... And this is after Rena's father had a big fight in my first coffee shop. They all came to help fix up the place and stayed for a group picture. If I hadn't offered Batman something to drink, I doubt my business would've taken off.” Lain tells Crush, smiling fondly at the picture.

“If Batman tells the world you serve the best coffee in the country, people will listen.”

“Wow, Rena... Your mom never stopped being a milf, huh?” Crush remarks, inciting a small laugh from Lain.

“What's a milf, dear?” Lain asks her daughter, but you're quick to interrupt.

“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---HEYYYY, I THINK WE'RE IGNORING SOMETHING!!!!”

The both give you a blank stare over the oddly delivered outburst, which you have no choice but to awkwardly laugh it off.

“We need to uh... We should figure out who and why Crush got taken from you!”

“... That's actually really important. I want to know who would do something so awful to a mother and their child!” Lain softly demands, closing the book.

“Mhh... I don't know a lot about it. It's been a long time, and a lot of my past involved getting hit in the head. I dunno if I can remember a whole lot...” Crush procrastinates, rubbing her forehead.

You get the idea to focus on the details one at a time, and to ask Crush them individually.

A: “Do you think you could remember who took you?”

B: “What about where you were kept? You had to be somewhere all those years.”

C: “Do you remember what they did? To you, I mean.”

D: “How'd you get away from the people that took you? Maybe you can retrace your steps from there.”

>>3120728
>“What about where you were kept? You had to be somewhere all those years.”

>>3120728
>E: Ask her about the armor with the dragon on it, maybe it'll bring up a memory.

>>3120728
>B: “What about where you were kept? You had to be somewhere all those years.”

>>3120728
>D: “How'd you get away from the people that took you? Maybe you can retrace your steps from there.”

>>3120728
>D

>>3120728
>B

“What about where you were kept? You had to be somewhere all those years.”

Crush grumbles, itching the side of her face with an index finger.

“Yeah, but I've been almost everywhere at this point. Neo Gotham was just the latest stop for me.”

She folds her arms, clearly trying very hard to use her brain.

“But... My earlier memories are the fuzziest. I remember a cave and the sea... And there was weapons and computers every where... That's honestly it. Thinking back on it, the place was most likely a hideout.”

“A hideout... But for who?” Lain asks, pondering with her daughter.

“And what did they want with my sweet little baby?”

Crush's cheeks turn a faint hue of pink at her mother's words, but she acts as if they don't bother her.

“Well, I do remember losing an arm... I grew another one, obviously, but I remember freaking out when they just sliced it off and put it in a capsule.” She remembers, causing Lain to audibly gasp.

“They did what?! Ohhh, when we find out who they are I'm gonna get someone to kick their butts!” Lain shouts with determination, beating two fists against the photo album across her lap.

“That might've been why they took it. Your arm growing back, I mean.” You begin to theorize, tapping your chin.

“Perhaps they wanted to use the regenerating part of your body on something... Orrr maybe they wanted to see if they could grow two of you from the arm? Beats me.”

Crush stares grumpily at the ground, bothered that she can't remember more.

A: “Do you think you could remember who took you?”

B: “How'd you get away from the people that took you? Maybe you can retrace your steps from there.”

C: “Hey... You don't think your dad had something to do with it, do you?”

D: “Maybe we should sleep on it. It's getting late, so we might want to head back to the tower.”

E: Ask her about the armor with the dragon on it, maybe it'll bring up a memory.

>>3120874
>B

>>3120874
>B: “How'd you get away from the people that took you? Maybe you can retrace your steps from there.”

>>3120874
>E: Ask her about the armor with the dragon on it, maybe it'll bring up a memory.

It's the last thing Umi brought up.

>>3120874
>B: “How'd you get away from the people that took you? Maybe you can retrace your steps from there.”

>>3120874
>E: Ask her about the armor with the dragon on it, maybe it'll bring up a memory.

>>3120874
>B

“How'd you get away from the people that took you? Maybe you can retrace your steps from there.”

“UGHHHHHHH!!!! You're making my brain hurt Rena!” Crush loudly complains, but she's quickly hushed by Lain.

“Shhh!!! Inside voices, its late.” She softly scolds, making Crush show a small frown.

“Sorry mom... Anyway, I just ran. I think I tore up one guy, but I remember running and never really stopping.” Crush answers truthfully.

“There has to be more to it than just that! What helped you escape? There had to have been some kind of golden opportunity!” You insist, and Crush's head perks up at the hypothesis.

“... Yeah, there was! The hideout was attacked by special forces or something, and this hot blonde was fighting people!” Crush remembers.

“... But that's about it. I got the hell out of—OW!”

Crush is rubbing the back of her head after smacked it, the mother wagging a stern finger in her face.

“Language! There's no cussing in my house!” She scolds, getting a grumble in return from her daughter.

You stifle a laugh, standing up from your seat.

“A blonde military lady saved you, huh? I guess that's a lead. Well, it's getting late. Do you wanna stay here, Crush?” You ask her, smiling at the reunited family.

“Of course! I mean, if that's okay... Mom?” She looks to Lain, who is quick to wrap Crush up in a loving hug.

“Oh sweetheart, you don't have to ask to stay in your own home.” She adoringly tells Crush, and you watch as your friend hugs her mother right back.

“Aww...” You can't help but audibly fawn over the scene.

“I'm so happy for you guys! I'll see you at the tower tomorrow Crush, okay?”

Crush nods, and a small wave you quietly see yourself out.

You take off the ground with the happiness of reuniting Crush with her mother, your flight feeling easier than normal as you return to the Titans.

–
Choose your Destiny:

A: Proud Warrior.
B: Noble Hero.

>>3121048
>B: Noble Hero.

>>3121048
>A: Proud Warrior.

>>3121048
>B: Noble Hero.

>>3121048
>A: Proud Warrior.

Not the follow-up vote I was expecting

>>3121048
>B

After last night, you're ready to start your first day as an official hero!

You woke up full of energy, and after a quick shower you're dressed in your Star Striker costume and ready to save the day!

Hurrying out of your room, you run eagerly down the hall to the tower's central room and excitedly shout out to your team mates!

“Alright guys, who's ready keep the world safe?!” You ask with a big grin, but it quickly fades as you read the room.

You're the only one in costume while everyone else is dressed casually and going about their day in a normal fashion.

Red Arrow is eating cereal at the kitchen area, Impulse and Super Boy are playing a video game on the sofa, Namur is relaxing in an armchair with a book in his hands, and there's a girl you haven't seen before standing off to the side as she gazes out the window.

They all take a glance at you for a moment, and with a few awkward throat adjustments they go back to what they were doing.

You could die right here and it'd be fine with you. This is so embarrassing! How do you play this off?

A: Grab a bowl of cereal with Red Arrow. Eat the pain away.

B: Play video games. Pretend the world around you doesn't exist for a moment.

C: Go say hi to Namur, ask what he's reading, and maybe request him to put you out of your misery.

D: Talk to the girl at the window, you got a good feeling it's Marjane.

E: Wait... Where's Crush?

>>3121156
>A: Grab a bowl of cereal with Red Arrow. Eat the pain away.

>>3121156
>D: Talk to the girl at the window, you got a good feeling it's Marjane.

>>3121156
>D: Talk to the girl at the window, you got a good feeling it's Marjane.

>>3121156
>D

Oh! That's probably Marjane! You should go talk to her.

You carefully walk through the room, acting like nothing happened 5 seconds ago as you go over to greet the shyer of the people in the room.

Once you get close, you get a better look at the girl. She has dark skin, and her features denote an Arabian nationality. Her hair is dark and cut into a bob, with tired brown eyes under her thin eyebrows. She's dressed in loose fitting jeans and an old band t-shirt, and the wrinkles in the fabric give you the impression she's worn them for a day or so.

“Hi, Marjane? We talked a little yesterday. How are you?” You ask, showing a polite demeanor as you approach.

She's completely zoned out as she looks into the window. Almost unresponsive as she steadily breathes.

“... Hey? You okay?” You question, showing some concern as you put a hand on her shoulder.

There's a sharp ringing in your ear as soon as you make contact with her, causing you to recoil and hold onto your head until it abruptly stops.

When you recover, everything is dead silent, and after taking a panicked glance around the room you're almost overcome with fear.

Everything has stopped. The room and those in it are completely motionless as you're warily looking around.

“Sorry, I was in the middle of a social call with another realm.”

You snap your head back around at the sound of an unfamiliar and sinister voice.

It's not coming from Marjane, but her reflection...

… Or rather, the woman in her reflection.

She looks like Marjane, but the dark fog that dances around her shining green eyes and the nefarious smile across her lips clue you in on the obvious fact that she's anything but your teammate.

“Rena.” She addresses, and you can almost make out the faintest shape of a ghostly pale man standing behind her.

“You sounded sickeningly kind on Marjane's side of the world, but you do have my interest.” She muses.

This... This must be that Enchantress that Superboy mentioned.

Your hands ball up into tight fist as you stare down the entity.

“Why did you do this? I only wanted to talk to Marjane.” You imposingly address her, but the Enchantress responds coolly with a dark chuckle.

“Because I have a question... What is better in your family; A glorious death, or an agonizing defeat?”

[To be continued soon!]

"Defeat, for in death, even a glorious one, you are lost and are lost. No more victories or chances to pass along knowledge, nothing beyond the lands of the dead. In defeat, even a crippling and agonizing one, you can still rise and learn from it but it will leave it's mark forevermore. While defeat might not spell the end as death might, the mark of the worst defeats can scar and wound one for the rest of their days, potentially making the greatest of heroes into monsters, make the worst monsters into heroes, make the bad grow horrible, or make the good greater... For while death is a guarantee for all things LIFE is a gamble, a risk, potential for anything and nothing all wrapped in one...... That is the ideals of m people, and my own ideals as well."


Good response? I based it off of tameranean cultural values and their races mentality.

Thoughts?

How strong would Rena and Enchantress be if Enchantress possessed Rena?

>>3121391
I feel like if she tried she would be biting off more then she could handle. Remember She is the sole daughter of the true heir to Darkseid.

>>3121299
"Also, death isn't always the end. My dad died and he turned out alright."

>Cut to Reno and Blackfire having a BBQ sauce drinking contest with the Thunderforce cheering them on.

>>3121299
"Also, death isn't always the end. My dad died and he turned out alright."

>Cut to Reno and Blackfire having a BBQ sauce drinking contest with the Thunderforce cheering them on.

This is too funny to leave off.

>>3121299
Holy fuck NO. No speeches. It's a rhetorical question.

>>3121299
That seems nice.
>>3121912
>>3122894
This is more genuine when it comes to those two lovey dovey goofballs.

>>3121244
>>3121912
Supporting this

>>3121244

"Death isn't always the end. My dad died and he turned out alright."

>Cut to Reno and Blackfire having a BBQ sauce drinking contest with the Thunderforce cheering them on.

Also, isn't Rena part reincarnation of her aunt/grandmother? She's technically on her third life, right?

>>3124235
wat? Shes just named after her aunt, who was Reno's female clone/robot.

>>3124235
What the fuck are you smoking? No that was never a thing, she's just Reno and Blackfire's daughter.

>>3121244
You tense up for a moment, thinking of a good answer.

“Well... If I'm honest the concept is kind of lost on me, seeing how my dad died and came out of it completely fine”

Enchantress darkly chuckles at the response.

“So I've been told... Well, Mortality will be something you'll contemplate greatly in the future. Trust me, the wheels of fate are already turning.” She ominously responds.

You clench a fist in front of you, holding it out to Enchantress threateningly.

“Alright, that does it! If you're planning something bad, then you better get ready to be pummeled by me!”

She scoffs.

“Oh, and how will you do that? By caving in innocent little Marjane's skull?”

She thinks she has you pegged as a goody-goody who wouldn't resort to that, but a bit if your dad's influence on you starts to slip out.

“Sure, why not?” You answer with a smirk.

Enchantress is taken back somewhat by your response, quirking an eyebrow as you continue to speak.

“I'd feel bad, but if it means saving the day then I'll do it. You still wanna test me?”

She looks at you scornfully, keeping silent as your words hang in the mystic air.

A: “... I'll take that as a no. You better behave yourself, then.”

B: “Now hurry up and make time flow again or something! I want to talk to Marjane!”

C: “Why are you like this? For all the power you've boasted this all seems so petty. Couldn't you have picked a host as strong as you, or am I missing something?”

D: “So... Who are ya talking to back there?”

>>3125896
>B: “Now hurry up and make time flow again or something! I want to talk to Marjane!”

>>3125896
>D: “So... Who are ya talking to back there?”

>>3125896
>B: “Now hurry up and make time flow again or something! I want to talk to Marjane!”

>E: “Now that we have that settled I want to ask you a question. If you could change your nature to one that would be content aiding your... host in becoming a hero, would you? Or would you prefer to stay the same and endure the.... discomfort you currently must deal with?"

>>3125896
>D: “So... Who are ya talking to back there?”

>>3125896
>D: “So... Who are ya talking to back there?”

>>3125896
>B

“Now hurry up and make time flow again or something! I want to talk to Marjane!”

As soon as those words leave your mouth, you hear a soft gasp in your ear.

Along with it is the overwhelming flood of sound returning to the once dead silent room, almost as if your ears are ringing with the sounds of life around you.

As you wince, you look to your side and see Marjane looking at you with a horrified expression. Her hand is covering her mouth, and it looks like she's about to cry as her eyes become watery.

“I... I'm so sorry she... I can't--”

You put your hands down on her shoulders in a quick effort to keep her calm, spreading a big grin across your face to keep her at ease.

“Heyyyy, relax! She didn't do anything bad, she just wanted to say hi!” You tell her.

She stammers a bit more, unable to really make anything coherent leave her mouth. After wasting her efforts, she looks away at the ground to the side of her.

“I'm so ashamed... All I can do is carry this awful woman around while she does what she pleases with others.” Marjane laments, but you give her an extra pat to try and jostle the sadness out of her.

“Oh c'mon, I'm sure it's an acquired skill to summon a powerful magician like that! You'll control her with enough practice, I'm sure of it.” You confidently tell her. Truth is, you have no idea how any of that works. You're just doing your best to keep the poor girl happy.

A: “How'd you wind up with her anyway?”

B: “Hey, you wanna do something fun today? I'm sorry it's an abrupt request, but I hate seeing my friends sad.”

C: “If you want, we can try training today! I'll help you figure out how to control the Enchantress, and I promise it'll be fun! You can ask Namur, he'll vouch that I'm a great partner.”

D: “I'm going to step aside for a while, maybe see if there's some people that needs saving. If you ever want to talk, just come find me, okay?”

>>3126074
>B: “Hey, you wanna do something fun today? I'm sorry it's an abrupt request, but I hate seeing my friends sad.”

>>3126074
>C: “If you want, we can try training today! I'll help you figure out how to control the Enchantress, and I promise it'll be fun! You can ask Namur, he'll vouch that I'm a great partner.”

"One of my bodyguards, Eclipse, deals with something similar to whats going on with you. I can put you in touch with him so you can talk."

>C: “If you want, we can try training today! I'll help you figure out how to control the Enchantress, and I promise it'll be fun! You can ask Namur, he'll vouch that I'm a great partner.”
>>"If it gets REALLY bad I can always ask my dad to ask around about ways to suppress her but not her powers..... You think she would qualify as a demon? Mr. Faust owes me a favor for not telling his wife about a certain collection of illicit magazines I found as a kid."

>>3126074
>B: “Hey, you wanna do something fun today? I'm sorry it's an abrupt request, but I hate seeing my friends sad.”

>>3126074
>B: “Hey, you wanna do something fun today? I'm sorry it's an abrupt request, but I hate seeing my friends sad.”

>>3126074
>B: “Hey, you wanna do something fun today? I'm sorry it's an abrupt request, but I hate seeing my friends sad.”

>>3126074
>C

“If you want, we can try training today! I'll help you figure out how to control the Enchantress, and I promise it'll be fun! You can ask Namur, he'll vouch that I'm a great partner.”

You look back at your feral sparring partner relaxing, muzzle deep into his book.

“Right, big guy?”

He just gives an affirming grumble, turning the page.

“See! It'll be fun!” You insist.

Marjane shows a small smile, briefly shaking her head.

“No, it's fine... Thank you for offering, and being so nice to me. I'm glad you're being so helpful, but--”

She's cut off, as the door to the main room suddenly slides open!

Everyone's heads turn to the top of the stairs leading to the room's main entrance, and everyone is quick to drop their activities at the sight of the grizzled Damien Wayne.

“Titans! On me!” He gruffly shouts out, and everyone is quick to meet him in the center of the room, though Marjane seems reluctant as she follows you.

Surprisingly, you notice Crush following in after him. She must've just gotten back from her mom's place, and her incredibly happy demeanor seems to justify your conclusion.

You both exchange smiles as you group around Damien, his hands on his hips as he addresses the team.

“Listen up, because this is urgent. Originally I wanted some recon done on our good friends in the League of Shadows, and I still do, but 4 of you need to split off to interrupt a Kobra transaction.”

“Kobra transaction? You mean they're doing one right now in broad daylight?” Super Boy asks, making sure he heard that correctly.

Damien nods, which only brings up more questions.

“Why're those scaly freaks suddenly stepping into the light? They've never operated before sundown.” Red Arrow inquires, while you and Crush act like you're well informed about the organization.

“That's what I want to know. From what I gathered in the little time I had, they're meeting with an unknown organization near eastern harbor in Gotham. We've got less than an hour to intercept.” Damien explains, and when a time limit is brought up Impulse is the first to offer his services.

“So no more, sarge! I'll go ahead and--”

“No, you won't.” Damien harshly cuts him off, glaring down at the surprised speedster.

“I need you with Super Boy and Emiko doing recon. You three have the perfect skill set for observation and retaliation should you become compromised. Namur, Marjane, Crush and Rena will be the ones to stop whatever deal Kobra plans to be making. Is that clear?”

“... Yes, understood.” Super Boy answers hesitantly, as if he has objections to the order.

Meanwhile, you have questions.
[Votes in next post!]

>>3126388

A: “So do we just show up and kick some butt? What about notifying the cops? Sorry, I'm just trying to understand why stopping this is so urgent.”

B: “Uhm... Not to be rude, but maybe we should swap Marjane for someone else on this?”

C: “How'd you learn about this? It kind of came out of no where...”

D: “Should I call my dad and ask if he has people working in that area or something?”

>>3126388
>A: “So do we just show up and kick some butt? What about notifying the cops? Sorry, I'm just trying to understand why stopping this is so urgent.”

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>>3126454
Sorry guys! My internet went out for a bit RIGHT when I wanted to post these!

>>3126454
A: “So do we just show up and kick some butt? What about notifying the cops? Sorry, I'm just trying to understand why stopping this is so urgent.”

>>3126454
>A: “So do we just show up and kick some butt? What about notifying the cops? Sorry, I'm just trying to understand why stopping this is so urgent.”

>>3126462
why are you the way that you are, you stupid, beautiful slut?

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>>3126504
I wonder about what I have done in my past life often...

>>3126454
>C: “How'd you learn about this? It kind of came out of no where...”

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>>3126546
Nasty crimeboy

>>3126388
>A

You tilt your head, trying to understand the situation better.

“So do we just show up and kick some butt? What about notifying the cops? Sorry, I'm just trying to understand why stopping this is so urgent.”


“Essentially, you do want to show up and kick some butt.” Damian approves, flashing a quick smile.

“But everything else is secondary. It's more important to stop them and then ask questions later, and if you're anything like your father that should be easy enough for you to do.”

You grin, giving Damian a corny salute.

“Oh yeah, you can definitely count on me!”

The 4 of you meet up towards the center, having a short meeting before heading out.

“Okay so, I can fit Crush and maybe one other person on my back, so I'll take two trips flying over and--”

You're interrupted by Namur snickering, watching as he reaches into one of his pockets.

“... What's so funny, whiskers?” You ask, puffing up your face in annoyance.

“Sorry, it's just that won't be necessary.” He begins to explain, fishing a ring of keys out of the pocket.

“We can fly over there in the Nightwing. Come along.”

His request has Marjane follow sheepishly behind him, while Crush lingers further back with you.

“So... One buff cat-stud and 3 girls... Sounds like a reality TV special.” Crush observes, starting up her usual routine.

“Cruuuush!!! Can we talk about how things are with your mom, or the fact that we're basically cousins now instead?!” You groan in agony, already loathing her jabs at your romantic life.

“Oh, she's lovely! Makes a mean pancake breakfast... But you know, I think she'd totally watch a show like this. A competition for a hot and gentlemanly guy, with a twist being everyone has super powers.” Crush continues, and already you begin to seeth.

“I swear to god...” You start to growl.

“Hey... Do you think he uses a litterbox? That'd be a deal breaker for me. I think I'd rather listen to Impulse for more than 5 seconds.”

“CRUSH!”

[To be continued soon!]

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Sorry for the hiccups, but I'm gonna go ahead and stop for tonight in case my internet poops itself again! I'll either pick this up again Sunday or Monday, it might be dicey because of Christmas shenanigans but I promise things are about to get insane!

Goodnight anons!

>>3126594
Crush, your ribs will be making me smile into the new year, please stay funny.

>>3126594
This so cool! Right now you're sitting in one of the passenger seats of The Nightwing, a special jet made just for the team for away missions!

You were trying to contain your excitement when you first entered the hangar with Marjane and Crush, but Crush didn't hold back with several expletives in approval.

Marjane just stayed quiet the whole way through, even now as she sits next to crush she keeps looking in her lap. You're worried about how she'll do, especially considering that this a shared first mission between you both.

Right now, you're trying to keep your cool by focusing on the view from the front seat. You fly all the time on your own, but something about being this high up while reclining in a nice chair is just... Special!

Up ahead of the three of you is Namur piloting, which really impresses you. You wouldn't think someone living with the Amazons would know so much about aviation!

You have some time to think, or talk with one of the passengers... Orrrr you could snoop around the ship and look for cool stuff!

A: Coordinate with yourself! Time to make a battle strat that makes you look cool!

B: Check on Marjane. You really don't want her or Enchantress making things difficult in the fight.

C: Talk to Crush! You gotta know about how things with her mom!

D: Go and ask Namur on how he learned how to fly so good.

E: Snoop around!

>>3130851
>B: Check on Marjane. You really don't want her or Enchantress making things difficult in the fight.

Enchantress is an unknown, we need to be sure what to watch out for or how to coordinate.

>>3130851
>B: Check on Marjane. You really don't want her or Enchantress making things difficult in the fight.

>>3130851
>B: Check on Marjane. You really don't want her or Enchantress making things difficult in the fight.

Get a rundown of her abilities and see if we can plan around that. Be sure to help her out but not to coddle her.

>>3130851
>E: Snoop around!

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A reminder that Rena is so sheltered that she still believes that her pony was sent to a farm instead of becoming flatter than Crush after walking off the top of Battery Tower.

Carry on.

>>3130851
>B

You don't to look down on Marjane, but you know that she's not confident enough to control the Enchantress. You need to talk her into a good mindset.

You scooch over to her seat, tapping her gently on the shoulder to get her attention.

She turns to look in your direction, greeting you with a weak smile.

“Hey Marjane. How're you feeling?” You ask.

“... Not great. I think I should stay here while you guys head out.” She sadly admits, looking back into her lap.

“Oh, don't be like that! I know the Enchantress is scary, but you don't have to use her! You could still help us by keeping an eye on the enemy!” You try to encourage her, but judging by her unchanging posture it doesn't seem to work.

“But... What if I can't keep her back? I'm afraid of losing control and she ends up hurting you guys. I hate this...”

You see her lip start to quiver, leading you to ease a hand on her shoulder while you continue to listen.

“I can't stand feeling like I don't belong to myself anymore. I'm just a shell for this awful woman!”

“Hey, heyyy... Take it easy, there's a way to beat this.” You tell her confidently, getting her to look at you again.

“How do you know?” She asks.

“Because my dad taught me you can beat anything if you hit it hard enough!” You answer with a grin, and to your surprise the poor girl manages to choke out a small chuckle at your answer.

“Rena, I know you mean well... But I don't think anyone can beat this.” She says, keeping her smile but remaining dreary in her demeanor.

A: “Well... Have you tried? I mean, maybe you should just let her run wild, and if she tries anything funny we'll just set her straight!”

B: “Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow, but everything eventually goes down for the count. My dad told me that too. You can hit something hard and it'll keep going, but it will stop with time.”

C: “What if I tried talking to her? Would that be possible?”

D: “I don't think that's true, but if it's more comfortable to keep her at bay for this then I understand.

>>3130947
>B: “Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow, but everything eventually goes down for the count. My dad told me that too. You can hit something hard and it'll keep going, but it will stop with time.”

>>3130947
>A: “Well... Have you tried? I mean, maybe you should just let her run wild, and if she tries anything funny we'll just set her straight!”

"Remember that she's riding with you and not the other way around, and that gives you power."

>>3130947
>A: “Well... Have you tried? I mean, maybe you should just let her run wild, and if she tries anything funny we'll just set her straight!”

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>>3130947
>A

“Well... Have you tried? I mean, maybe you should just let her run wild, and if she tries anything funny we'll just set her straight!”

Marjane is silent after hearing the proposal, but its clear she's thinking on it.

“Let me put it this way; she's riding with you and not the other way around, and that gives you power."

“...I guess. I'm still afraid to--”

“We're here, prepare yourselves.”

Marjane is interrupted by Namur's announcement, and she can't help but go silent once more.

You give her a reassuring pat on the back, standing up and tightening your headband as you psyche yourself up!

**

Ugh... Your psyche vanished. Namur landed the Nightwing a safe distance away in the middle of the harbor, but before you could protest its location he turned on a cloaking device located in the ship, turning the entire thing invisible!

Turns out, Wonder Woman did have an invisible jet and Namur totally got to fly it! How cool is that?! You thought it was just a joke when you saw images of her posing next to it online. It explains how Namur is so good at flying and making flying things... Turn invisible? Whatever.

Namur also surprised you by changing into his “hero uniform.”

And by that you mean plated Amazonian armor. He even came decked out with a scarlet cape pinned to the pauldrons and a diamond headed spear, decorated in gold with a red plume at the end. He went from oddly sexy jaguar man to mythological warrior with a simple change of clothes...

So, pretty exciting, right? Well, all that dressing up and self-hyping only went towards sneaking around for ten minutes. Stealth. Is. The. Worst.

If Namur wasn't there to lead you, you would've started kicking butt and taking bad-guy names the second you got off the plane! But instead you've been ducking in and out of shipping containers and storage units, slowly but quietly making your way to the docks.

It was hard to believe Crush was able to handle this mind numbing boredom, but maybe spending time with mama Lain helped her mellow out.

Marjane was... Still quiet, so in her element in a way.

The good news was Damien's intel was right, because the deeper you got into the place the more goons in green scaly armor started showing up. They were blatantly from Kobra, constantly on the lookout with military-grade weapons in hand. It was an awful lot of them, so what the hell is so important here?

[More in the next post!]

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Eventually, you made it to the docks, finding safe cover storage building adjacent to a wharf leading into a warehouse. The area was locked down with 6 or so guards, plus an extra Kobra in orange scales, giving you a hunch he was the leader. They stood looking out to the sea along the boardwalk, or rather, they were looking toward a boat that had just docked there.

It was... It looked like a pirate ship? It was hard to describe, but it was definitely ancient looking It was made of a hardened oak and guided by blank sails, the only detail that really caught your eye was the gold trimming around the ship's edges.

The four of you found a second floor of the building, a long with a set of windows to safely observe from. You all lined up against the catwalk-like level of the storage unit, intently eyeing the mysterious second party.

Suddenly a plank fell from the ship, and the face of the Kobra's business partner disembarked the ancient looking ship.

He looked... Ghostly, hellish even. His skin was pasty and white, with blackened veins just barely visible underneath his eyes and lips. In the sockets were two glowing orbs of yellow, early staring toward the Kobra's leader widely. Under his wrinkled lids was a confident smile, exuding a disturbing energy as he slicked back a weave of receding hair that almost blended with his flesh. He was also dressed in some maroon and black martial arts garb, at least, that's what it looked like to you.

He moved his gray lips, speaking to the Kobra leader.

“Ugh, can't hear shit through these damn windows.” Crush complained, but Namur was quick to provide a solution.

With one of his cat-like claws, he finely cut a circle into the glass panel, gracefully extracting the stenciled out fragment with his other digits without making a sound.

“... So it would be wise if we hurried this along. I don't think either of us should be seen at this time of day.” The ghostly man spoke, his voice sending a chill down your spine and making you do a quick shiver.

“Of course, Brother Blood.” The Orange Kobra responded, motioning someone out of your sight to emerge from the warehouse.

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>>3131066
Oh shit.

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>>3131069
Heh. Rena's Dice, ladies and gentlemen.

>>3131069
Well, I guess that's settled!

>>3131066
Brother Blood's still around? Man, fuck that guy in the ass. With a rusty I-beam.

>>3131066
“What the shit?!” You blurt out, quickly slapping both hands over your mouth afterwards.

“Rena!” Namur quietly scolds, making you do a soft whine.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to swear...” You apologize, the words making Crush pinch her eyebrows in frustration.

“No, dumbass! Be quiet!” She whisper-shouts at you.

“Sorry, it's just... That guy's dead!” You respond.

“Mhhm. He certainly does look like it.” Namur concurs.

“No! I mean he's supposed to be dead! That's Brother Blood, someone my dad killed decades ago! He told me about it once!” You greatly stress to them, earning a head turn from all three as the look at you confused.

“Your father killed him? But who would resurrect him?” Namur tries to investigate, but Crush punches him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Your gazes return to what's outside, as two Kobra goons wheel out a large container with a single hatch, the size big enough to hold a person.

“Oh dear... What did you do to the poor thing?” Brother Blood sings his question, rubbing his chin.

“You of all people should know he's cold blooded.”

“Of course, but we needed him docile for research. I assure you, he would be worshiped had we completed our task and united our flesh.” The Kobra leader explains.

“But as your messenger had explained, his greater purpose will take us to the paradise we want for this Earth. We will all bow and humbly request his forgiveness once he is free.”

“Hah, well that all depends on how he feels once he gets some warm sunlight on him. Open the damn door.” Blood orders.

The two guards surrounding the container obey, unlatching the door and stepping away to give whoever is trapped inside some space.

Some green mist escapes the opening, but from your angle you can't see what exactly is inside!

Brother Blood peers inside, showing a sinister smirk.

“Oh, you are in a foul mood aren't you... Reptile?”

The container falls over, revealing no contents inside.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qI-Takf76RY

Before you can even begin to speculate what is happening, the guard to the right of the container has his throat ripped open!

There's a shared gasp between the four of you as you watch a fountain of blood spray his throat as he falls over, but then you hear a meaty crunch and the ear splitting screams of the guard on the oppostie side...

A chunk of his stomach has been ripped right out of his emerald scaled armor, and what emerges from his stomach cavity is a steaming green bubble!
[More in the next post!]

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Liquid spills off it as the bubble inflates, burning the floor beneath it clean through to reveal that it's acid!

The bubble continues to grow until it explodes into the rest of the guards upper body with a queasy pop, melting the flesh and muscle tissue off the poor thug's body with a violent splash...

This violence... These brutal fatalities... They aren't what disturbs you and Namur as fighters. No, the most horrifying thing about all this is that you can't see the bringer of this death at all!

Necks are snapped so hard that part of the spine is pulled out of the collar, limbs and chunks of bone fly in a storm of blood, and everyone brutally dies without a visible killer!

Soon, all that's left is the lone orange Kobra leader, having soiled himself in a trembling mess of fear.

“Puh.. P-Puhh...” He tries to speak through his shock, but whatever he tries to say is futile.

From the shadows, a long, pink tongue extends and latches onto the back of the leader's head, prompting him to let out one last terrified yelp before his head is pulled clean off by the sticky muscle.

All that's left is a headless corpse falling over backward and the ominous sound of meat and bone being crunched between teeth, with Brother Blood standing calmly and amused at the chaos before him

Finally, this invisible killer emerges from the shadows, wiping blood from his lizard-like maw as he puts a shinobi hood back over his face.

He's human-like, but his flesh is meshing with emerald scales across his almost bare arms. He's dressed in a ninja garb, with a green chest piece proudly displayed as he stares down Brother Blood with snake-like eyes burning with bloodlust.

“Haaahhhhhhhhhhssss... Why has Shinnok sent one of his boot lickers to retrieve me?” The monster, Reptile, questions.

“Why were you in Earth Realm? I'm sure that's a far more important question that needs to be answered.” Brother Blood retorts, almost tauntingly.

Reptile hisses, inciting a chuckle from Brother Blood.

“Tell you what, I don't need to know that answer if you do me a favor. As for your question, it's simple...”

Brother Blood grins.

“I wasn't sent by Shinnok. A tournament simply needs its kombatants, and I presume you will be playing for Outworld's team?”

“... And this favor?” Reptile cautiously inquires.

“Come with me to visit an old friend. It'll be delightful, for me at least.”
Brother Blood's last words replace the fear in your heart with anger. You know exactly who he's talking about, and you'll be damned if he does anything to harm him!

[To be Kontinued...]

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Anons, I'd like to gift you with DC Quest: MK Vs. DC Universe!

I hope this was a really cool reveal for you all! I'll be busy the next few days due to the holidays, so I hope that you guys are excited enough to feel an agonizing wait for the next updates!

Thank you so much for reading along and voting, and I hope you all have a Merry Kristmas!

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>>3131109
Looking forward to it! Enjoy your holiday!

>>3131109
Can't say I was expecting this, but it sounds fun!

And you can bet your ass Reno's not missing Mortal Kombat for anything, he's gonna be on that team for the sole reason of beating the shit out of everything else (and re-killing Brother Blood)!

>>3131109
Holy shit MP what the fuck this is gonna be great

>>3131109
So kan we start spelling everything with gratuitous "k"s now?
Bekause I am kompletely okay with that.

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>>3131109
YESSSSS

>>3131109
Well wasn't expecting it in Rena's arc, but this is gonna get good.

>>3131109

All Raiden is gonna do with his god powers of electricity is make Reno's murder boner that much murder bonery.

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New thread! >>3139144