In this quest you play as Wade Wakeman, a 17 year old boy with a heart of gold and the wielder of the Omnitrix! This story is being told in an alternate universe, in which there are no longer any remaining Tennysons. Characters from earlier seasons will appear, but not always in a way that you’d expect.Archive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Ben+10+QuestLast time: Wade and his Multiverse team struggle to regain control over the streets of Hong Kong. While King Toley's faction of Forever Knights prove to be formidable opponents, Wade and his allies manage to obliterate the brunt of their forces. But in doing so, it would seem that Wade somehow obtained a huge boost in magical power from a strange voice in his head, seemingly supernatural in nature.Rules:Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.How to Roll:To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tAlien Images:https://imgur.com/a/SiI6mA7Character profiles:https://pastebin.com/v8StiS3nSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Alien Trivia:https://pastebin.com/pGrvatEi Superhero/Supervillain Database:https://pastebin.com/g62CuTpEPublic Info on X:https://pastebin.com/bqaamMjSValentine's Shorts:Charmy- https://pastebin.com/MhsSXJU7Eunice- https://pastebin.com/KLFA43vcCharmcaster- https://pastebin.com/jWzmSfBJCurrent Goals and Objectives:https://pastebin.com/u/JiggaJaxUtility, Household Defenses, and Vehicles:https://pastebin.com/VLsea2xQAnd don’t forget to follow my Twitter to get more frequent update notifications, and updates on my lack of updates!My Twitter: https://twitter.com/QmGalvanDiscord link(Not my server, but it's a solid community anyways): https://discord.gg/zkkqZUkuGood luck and have fun. It’s Showtime!
With renewed vigor, you flex your fingers and rotate your shoulder, while bracing for the inevitable muscle pain from being trampled earlier. However, it would seem that the pain has all but disappeared!You’re used to healing a bit quicker than others, but you’ve never healed this quickly before. Was the voice from before the cause of it? Seeing as how he was somehow able to engulf your body in flame without harming you, it seems plausible.And speaking of, what’s up with this fiery aura, anyway? You don’t particularly feel hot, or even warm for that matter. Judging by your armor’s integrity, your suit isn’t being compromised in any way. Although, Trixy’s currently freaking out and running every scan that she can possibly conceive of. Personally, you don’t blame her for being freaked out. You’re a little shocked that you’re so chill about this. No pun intended.But there’s something about this flame that’s strangely...comforting. Like a warm embrace from a loved one. You aren’t even worried about the sea of flame that you created from your attack earlier. Not even a little bit. In fact, you feel as if you’re able to sense the mana raging within. You recognize it as your own, but it still somehow feels foreign.Then, a thought crosses your mind. What if you were somehow able to manipulate the flame the same way as you do your mana constructs? It would certainly help to prevent this city block from burning to the ground.Earlier, you remember being unable to form a solid mana construct. It’s as if the entire nature of your magic aura has somehow shifted. You think Professor Peacock mentioned something like that when you were attending his magic lecture. Some part of you wishes that he would've taught you how to do this instead of that whole “Chakra” thing.“Wade! You in there!?” Charmy calls out in desperation. She attempts to clear a path through the flames by casting a wind spell, but it only serves to fan the flames and increase their intensity.“We can’t get through!” Gwen exclaims in a similar sounding tone, before letting out a hoarse cough. Inhaling all of this smoke can't be good for her, or any of them for that matterWhat will you do?>Attempt to vanquish the flames.>”Uh...'Flame Off'?” Try to return your magic aura to its original state.>Walk through the fire and meet your teammates halfway.>”Charmy, Gwen! How do I turn this off!?”>Attempt to establish contact with the disembodied voice from earlier.>Breathe deep and absorb the flames. They are a part of you, after all.>Write-in.
>>4659766>>Breathe deep and absorb the flames. They are a part of you, after all.
>>4659766>Breathe deep and absorb the flames. They are a part of you, after all.been a while since I've been on the board, glad to see you're still here qm
>>4660460Welcome back, anon. You have no idea how much that means to me.>>4660274Gonna start writing as soon as I'm done eating.
You take a moment to center yourself, inhaling deeply and releasing a prolonged exhale. After repeating this a few times, you notice that the flames that surround you are reacting to your breathing pattern. With each inhale, the flames draw closer to you, and with each exhale they blow outward, forming a perfect ring around you.There was really never any reason to be afraid. These flames are an extension of your will. Your mana made manifest as a bright, chaotic flicker. And as such, you should be able to control them.With the slightest bit of focus, you manage to recall the flames, absorbing them back into your body through your armor plates. The action is as mesmerizing as it is uncanny. This is something that you’d expect to see in a comic book or a low budget action flick. You’d gotten used to doing it with Hotspot, but never as a human. Before you know it, the flames have been put out, and their embers now dance along the glowing metal plates of your armor. Emerging through the smoke, you spot your teammates cautiously approaching you while waving away wafts of black smoke.“What the hell was all that about?” Charmy asks with her arms folded across her chest.“I don’t know. There was this weird voice in my head that saying something about ‘obtaining power’, and the next thing I know, everything’s on fire.” you recall whilst running a finger along the side of your helmet. The action causes a shower of sparks and cinders to fly off, startling you and everyone else in the process.“Sounds like you’ve gained the attention of a greater spirit. Sucks to be you.” she chuckles.“Wait, why? Is it bad?” you inquire.“Well, having a greater spirit on your side can be good, but they’re super temperamental.” Charmy explains.“Define ‘temperamental’.” Gwen probes further.“If you misuse their power or offend them in any way, chances are that they’ll give you a pretty hefty punishment in return.” Charmy elaborates.“So then what’s the point of even using it, then?” Wu asks in a processed voice.“Having a boost in magic power is a huge advantage. Think of it more like a trump card when you’re in a bind.” Charmy points out with exaggerated hand gestures.“If you say so…” you reply in a skeptical tone. You have no idea how to use this power that you’ve been given, but you’re interested in learning different ways to manipulate your aura. Perhaps you could get a wind aura or a poison aura!>Acquired Flame Aura!“Wade, you have several of your contacts attempting to establish communication.” Trixy alarms you.Who should you answer?>Olivia>Ester>Grandpa Phil>The Cowl>Drew Saturday?>None of them. They could all be under Sublimino’s control.>Write-in.
Rolled 33 (1d100)>Grandpa Phil
>>4661165>>4661208>>4661404Looks like we're catching up with Grandpa. Writing...
While you’re incredibly worried about each of these guys, you have no idea of which of them have or haven’t been compromised. At the very least, you should probably hear out what Grandpa has to say. You just hope Sublimino hasn’t gotten to him too.“Call Grandpa.” you relay to Trixy. Maybe you should call The Cowl back after this, too.“Right away.” she responds. And before you know it, you hear dial tone ringing in your speakers.“...Wade? Are you alright!?” Grandpa shouts right off the bat.“More or less.” you shrug. “What about you? What’s going on up at Plumber HQ?”“Nothing good.” he groans. “Got blindsided by an elite unit. I barely got away, but they went and freed Cooper!” he says in a frustrated tone. “I’ve been trying to reach Koba and the rest, but someone’s jamming my comms. I’m surprised that I even managed to reach out to you.” Phil states with a sigh of relief.Looks like Sublimino’s influence extends to the Plumbers too. Pyth0n should be able to get their comms back online shortly.Unless...Sublimino got to Pyth0n too, and she’s the reason that the comms are down in the first place. But if that were the case, then why would she allow Grandpa to call you?“Wadefzzt...security breach detectedfzzt-” Trixy screeches in an nearly unintelligible report, before cutting out entirely. And then, a somewhat familiar voice is now flooding your speakers.“I do hope that I’m not interrupting anything.” Sublimino says with an unapologetic chuckle.“Who the hell is that!?” Grandpa exclaims.“I do believe I am the man that is currently in control of your Grand Fleet. Or at least, I will be~.” Sublimino proclaims in a singsong tone. “Slicing through your encryptions was a bother, so I had your dear associate Pyth0n hack into your communications. I knew that someone would eventually attempt to contact X.” he explains with excruciating detail. “However, I do wonder why you chose to answer this one. How curious…” he mutters to himself. At least he hasn’t figured out your identity, yet. That’s the one advantage you still hold over him.“You want to bribe our entire fleet?” Grandpa asks in disbelief. “Good luck with that, buddy. You couldn’t even pull that off with a planet cluster’s worth of Taydens.” he says in a mocking tone.Sublimino lets out a creepy giggle in response, and you immediately wish that you could somehow mute him. “I have no need for money, you fool. I just needed that silly little blonde boy of yours.” he reveals.Oh God! Sublimino’s trying to hypnotize Cooper!(Cont.)
“Once I have him under my control, I won’t need to ‘bribe’ your men. He will provide me with direct control of your resources. Your ships, planetary defenses, and encrypted files will all be mine!” Sublimino gloats. If Sublimino actually manages to pull this off, then he’ll be able to launch a simultaneous attack spanning across half the galaxy!What do you say?>”Man, you must really love the sound of your own voice.”>”Okay, I get that, but why tell me your entire plan? It’s like you’re begging me to stop you.”>"While we're gloating, do you mind filling me in on who you have under your control?">”How’d you even get to Pyth0n in the first place? She’s been up at Plumber HQ for weeks now.”>”What do you even get out of this? I get you wanting to take over the Earth, but those aliens haven’t done anything to you.”>”Not if I can help it. I’d sooner destroy our fleet’s ships than let you have them.”>Channel mana through your Throat Chakra and help Trixy to lock him out of your suit’s systems.>Write-in.
>>4661432>"Yeah yeah, control a dude, take over the world. Heard it all before, you do realise that's not as original as you think. You villains are all the same."
>>4661432>>"Yeah yeah, control a dude, take over the world. Heard it all before, you do realise that's not as original as you think. You villains are all the same."
> Without saying anything, take a shit on the comm system, with enough urgent force as to increase audibility
>>4661432>>Channel mana through your Throat Chakra and help Trixy to lock him out of your suit’s systems and keep him talking>"Yeah yeah, control a dude, take over the world. Heard it all before, you do realise that's not as original as you think. You villains are all the same.
>>4661433>>4661625>>4662037Taking these. Writing...>>4661826That would be the biggest flex Wade has ever done. The galaxy simply isn't ready for it
“Trixy, be ready to lock him out. I’m gonna keep him busy for a while.” you think to yourself. In response, you receive a thumbs up and a three eyed smiling emoji.“Yeah yeah, control a dude, take over the world. Heard it all before, pal.” you say while rolling your eyes. “You do realize that you’re not nearly as original as you think, right? I swear, you villains are all the same.”“Wha-!” Sublimino blurts out, seemingly floored by your non-reaction. “I am single-handedly jeopardizing the current order of the entire galaxy! How is that in any way underwhelming!?” he explodes.“You’re not the first, you won’t be the last, and you’re certainly not the most impressive.” you list off. “At least D’Traxus and Aku put up a fight. Once I catch you, all I’ll have to do is slap the cuffs on and toss you in a puppy pen.” you laugh to yourself.“Y-you would dare belittle me!? I hold all the cards. I have the high ground!” he shouts in anger. Meanwhile, you’re focusing on your breathing, so as to channel mana through your Throat Chakra.“I mean, can you really blame me? It’s kinda hard not to ‘belittle’ you.” you casually state in a jovial tone. “You’re not exactly the biggest kid on the playground, you know. I’m honestly worried that you’ll try to bite my ankles when we meet face-to-face.”At this point, Grandpa’s laughing his ass off and Sublimino is audibly seething over the phone. You can already imagine his face, redder than a tomato and covered in veins, throbbing and fit to burst. It’s almost funny enough to distract you from helping Trixy to create a new encrypted channel.“...You will regret mocking me, you...you INSECT!” Sublimino roars. It almost sounds like he was clenching his teeth during most of that.“Nah, I don’t think I will.” you proclaim, right before Trixy gives you an “ok” hand-sign. “Bye-bye now.” you wave to him, right before Trixy kicks him out of the channel and regains control of your suit’s systems. You’re certain that that wasn’t the last that you’ll be seeing of him.“God damn, son, you sure did give that wimp a hell of a tongue-lashing.” Grandpa praises you while wiping a tear from his eye. “But do you really think it was a good idea to piss him off?” he asks.“If he’s mad, then he’s bound to slip up somewhere. Plus, it made me feel better.” you shrug.“We must formulate a plan. The situation is progressing far faster than I could have anticipated.” Trixy suggests while flashing a thinking emoji, paired with a troubled emoji.“You don’t need to use those anymore, Trix. Sublimino isn’t listening in on comms chatter.” you remind her.(Cont.)
“I’m well aware. However, I have grown quite fond of them, recently.” she confesses with a slightly embarrassed emoji. Exposing her to social media sure did put her through some drastic changes. You wonder what her personality will be like once this is all over.But she’s right. You do need a plan. With the knights cleared out and their transmitter’s signal being jammed by Albedo and Red’s Mom, the Ministry of Defense should be able to retake their city. What’s your next move?>Mobilize your team and prepare to head on up to Plumber HQ.>Investigate any news reports that you can find on the situation in Paris.>Head back to Bellwood and check in with K8-E. Even with Slate and Olumar guarding the house, you can’t help but be worried.>Reconvene at the X-Mansion and enlist the aid of Kirby, Hope and any other mutant that you can get your hands on.>Answer another call.(The Cowl, Ester, Drew Saturday)>Write-in.
>>4662191>Head back to Bellwood and check in with K8-E. Even with Slate and Olumar guarding the house, you can’t help but be worried.
>>4662191>>Head back to Bellwood and check in with K8-E. Even with Slate and Olumar guarding the house, you can’t help but be worried.
>Head back to Bellwood and check in with K8-E. Even with Slate and Olumar guarding the house, you still gotta take that shit you were holding on call earlier
“You done talking to yourself over there, chief?” Wu asks in an overly sarcastic tone.“I think we’ve cleaned up most of the mess that the Forever Knights made. Now all that’s left is to flush the rats out of hiding.” Red declares as he slams a fist into his slimy open palm.“I’m not too worried about the knights right now. I’ve got someone who needs me back home.” you declare with the utmost conviction.“So we’re going back to Bellwood?” Gwen inquires with a hand pressed against her chin. “Isn’t there an army of superpowered mind slaves waiting to jump you over there?”“Probably. But they’re hunting for X, not Wade.” you say with a wink. Not that she could see it through your mask anyways.“We’re going back to Bellwood!? What a throwback.” Charmy ecstatically exclaims with her hands nested behind her head.“You guys go on ahead. I’ll catch up once I’ve taken care of things over here.” Red proudly declares.“That’s my line, pipsqueak.” Wu states as he pushes Red closer to you. “Me, Jing and Albedo should be able to wrap things up over here. Your team needs you with them right now.”“But-” Red attempts to protest.“Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.” Wu reassures him. For a moment, Red looks like he wants to protest, but instead, he bows his head obediently and chases after you and the others in order to catch up.“Does everyone have a decently fast alien?” you ask preemptively.“Pretty sure Astrodactyl should be able to keep up with that vampire bat alien you’ve got.” Charmy confidently states.“I’ve got a Kineceleran, so I’m good.” Gwen enthusiastically reports.“Ugh. Just say XLR8, you dweeb.” Charmy says with a disgusted grimace.“But naming my own aliens is so lame…” Gwen groans.Red takes a little longer to sort through his roster, which is understandable, considering that he has all of your aliens now. “I, uh, think I have the Kinceleran guy too.” he proclaims while raising his hand.“Cool. At least now I won’t be the only one on the ground.” Gwen says with a warm smile.“Hehe, yeah. Awesome.” Red responds with an awkward laugh and slightly flushed cheeks. Meanwhile, Charmy’s nudging you with her elbow and raising her eyebrows suggestively.Okay, even you have to admit that they’re pretty cute together. It’s like having your own personal romantic dramedy.“Alright guys, let’s get a move on.” you begrudgingly interrupt them. As much as you’d love to keep watching them awkwardly interact with each other, you’re more worried about your significant other.And with uncanny coordination, all of you pop out your Omnitrix cores, select your aliens and slam your hands down upon them, creating a vibrant burst of multicolored light.(Cont.)
--------------Almost an hour later, you and the rest of your team choose a remote area in Downtown Bellwood to cancel your alien forms in. You would’ve gotten here faster, but Gwen and Red kept slowing down to chat.“Thank God for life-form lock.” you grunt while taking a big stretch and recalling your Techadon Armor. But without you noticing, the others are gazing out into the bustling streets of Bellwood with varied expressions.“So this is what your hometown looks like.” Red says as his eyes scan the people and vehicles passing by. “It’s certainly...colorful.” he expresses thoughtlessly.“Bellwood never really changes much, no matter which timeline you’re in.” Gwen sighs with a hand on her hip.“...Bellwood hasn’t looked this way for me in a really long time.” Charmy says, with tears rolling down her face. The sudden display of emotional vulnerability stuns all of you, and before you can move to comfort her, she wipes her tears with her jacket’s sleeve and slaps her face in order to psych herself up. “Alright. I’m alright…” she reassures herself with a sniffle before turning to face you. “Let’s go find that girlfriend of yours.”As you silently nod to her, a strange thought strikes you. Right now, you’re bringing home the girl who made out with you to meet your girlfriend. You know that it doesn’t count as cheating, but you still feel incredibly guilty about it.But there’s no use dwelling on it now. You’re wasting precious time.------------Walking through the inner city, you begin to notice an unusual trend resurfacing constantly. All of your fan-made paraphernalia has been torn down, burned, and vandalized. Some people are even wearing crude t-shirts that attack you on a personal level. When did they even have time to make these!?But to be honest, the worst part about it is how everyone seems to suddenly agree with Harangue’s outlandishly slanderous claims. In fact, he’s probably the only who hasn’t changed all that much. Maybe his misguided hatred for you made him immune to being mind controlled.On a lighter note, Red’s gotten more confident after seeing the sheer volume of aliens and mutants walking around in Bellwood. He isn’t hiding behind you or pulling his hoodie over his face.“I take it back. Your Bellwood is so much cooler than mine!” Gwen admits as she gawks and gazes at the nearby attractions.“We can come back for souvenirs later, Gwen. Try to hide your Omnitrices if you can. I don’t like the atmosphere of this city right now.” you warn them while cautiously examining your surroundings. Strangely enough, you really don’t see many vigilantes at all. You wonder why that is...Either way, your house shouldn’t be much further from here. Let’s hope that you can make it there safely.(Cont.)
----------------Thankfully, you manage to make it back home without any setbacks or casualties. Nothing looks out of place.“Well that looks cozy.” Charmy casually observes. But just then, almost as if the universe was just waiting to throw some bad karma your way, all of your household defenses activate as soon as you get within range of their sensors.“If that’s what ‘cozy’ looks like in America, then I’d much rather sleep outside.” Red squeaks. And before you know it, a hail of plasma bolts and mini-rockets are flying your way, forcing you and the others to search for cover. You and Red dive behind a nearby car, while Charmy and Gwen cower behind a conveniently placed mailbox.“Can’t you tell your girlfriend to turn them off!?” Gwen shouts.“Somehow, I don’t think that she’s behind this.” you sarcastically respond. Could Pyth0n have figured out where you live? There’s no way...right? The only other possibility is that someone is hijacking your defense system, and that’s an even more unsettling thought.What will you do? Should you risk transforming out in the open? You’re pretty sure that your neighbors wouldn’t take too kindly to you revealing yourself to be Public Enemy No. 1.>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)>Use one of your Viral Forms.(Which one?)>Activate your Flame Aura and take out the turrets with a few well-placed firebolts.>Channel Mana through your Throat Chakra and attempt to hack them with Trixy’s help.>Draw their fire by forming a shield out of your armor plates and jumping out into the open.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Utility, Household Defenses, and Vehicles:https://pastebin.com/VLsea2xQTop 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
Rolled 75 (1d100)>>Use one of your Viral Forms.(Which one?)>>Viral Zipmunk with the intention of acting quickly and lowering profile, quickly take a huge shit on one of the Mini-missile launchers and just go nuts with throwing out current via weird parasite mites to disable the rest of the system.. Trixy should try to hack some shit or do something on her own..
>>4662939>Channel Mana through your Throat Chakra and attempt to hack them with Trixy’s help.
>>4662955aye lets go do this
“I’ll take care of this.” you declare before vaulting over the hood of the car and making a mad dash for your front lawn. Whilst evading plasma bolts and narrowly rolling out of the path of mini-missiles, you feel a strange thrill from throwing yourself into harm’s way without the use of your suit. It’s been a long time since you’ve fought without it. The last time was when you and Steel fought off those alien bugs together.“What’s he doing!?” Gwen asks in disbelief.Looks like you got a bit caught up in the moment. Time to Go Viral!“G͓̜̪̐͆̈͝ͅo̺̳͌ȉ͖̺̩̋̈́̉͟n͕͉̂̊̃g̯̰͊͡ ̫̊͞V̗̗͑̚į̨̺̹͑̔̍̕ȑ̫̘̤̂͘a̮̳̻͛͛l̨̥̇͂” Trixy announces, almost as if she’d read your mind. The hourglass pattern at the center of your Omnitrix’s core reshapes itself into a biohazard symbol, before briefly flashing red. In order to avoid being seen while transforming, you dive headfirst into some bushes, allowing the thick shrubbery to muffle the noise and light from your transformation. And on the other side, you pop out as Viral Zipmunk!For a moment, you stop moving in order to send commands to your parasitic pests, preceding the event of them jumping out of your fur and hopping towards your mounted defenses. And in an instant, you’re zig-zagging across your lawn, taking cover and advancing towards the guns in the same fluid motion.As soon as you’re within range of the Pulse Cannons, you leap into the air, spinning rapidly until you’re nothing but a brown and golden blur. The cannons attempt to track your movement, but they fail to do so before you descend upon them with supernatural speed. Utilizing the charge that you’d absorbed from your parasites, you perform an electrified spinning roll, sending you crashing down upon one of the turrets, smashing it to pieces in the process. Within that very second, you immediately bounce to the nearest available turret, shattering it from the lightest of touches with your amplified momentum. However, the gap between the second and third turret is a bit too far for you to bridge without putting yourself out of position. So instead of rolling into it, you fire off a powerful arc of electricity, frying the gun’s circuitry and melting its chromium plating, all without halting your charge towards the fourth gun.Swiftly, you leap onto the turret and overload it with electricity, overriding its current commands and wrestling control from whoever turned your household defenses against you. Before the remaining guns can lock onto you, you forcefully rotate the gun and order it to fire on them. In an exchange of heated plasma, the three turrets end up destroying themselves with friendly fire while you cackle like a maniac, frothing at the mouth.Meanwhile, your parasites make quick work of the Encephalonus Bolt Barrier, absorbing their charge and using it to overload the Nemuinean Mist Machines. Now you just need them to disable those mines for you.(Cont.)
You’d love for this to be over, but unfortunately, you don’t have the luxury of ignoring those mini rocket launchers up on your roof. With speed comparative to a bullet, you fire yourself into the air, hurtling towards the rocket turrets, weaving between rocket propelled explosives all the while. And before they can fire another volley in your direction, you pop out your claws and lunge at the nearest mini launcher. Utilizing your uncanny speed and reflexes, you clamber all over the mounted turret, tearing out chunks and wires with your razor sharp teeth and claws, until eventually, the cannon spazzes out of control and starts spinning around wildly. When it finally stops, you notice that the last remaining turret is aiming directly at. And that’s when an idea pops into that mischievous little rodent brain of yours.Without delay, you turn your rear towards the turret, lift your tail and squeeze your fuzzy little cheeks. “Eat this!” you shout, before releasing a catastrophic discharge of energy from your behind, obliterating the turret, along with a large chunk of your roof. The regenerating armor plates that previously encased it have been blown away completely. And when the smoke clears, you leap down from your roof, recall your fleas and cancel your transformation in a burst of golden light.Immediately afterwards, the reinforced blast door and the regenerative Techadon plates that surrounded your house are disabled. You’re pretty sure that Trixy had a hand in doing so.“It is now safe to enter your home.” Trixy reports to you.“Finally…” you sigh. “You can come on out, guys.” you call out to your friends, who appear to be stunned by your display of physical prowess, quick wit and juvenile degeneracy.“D-did you just…?” Charmy begins to ask in disbelief. “You know what? Nevermind. I don’t wanna know.” she declares while furiously shaking her head. And with that, you open the front door and cautiously enter into your home with your friends. And to your surprise, the first thing you see isn’t your girlfriend, or your kids, or your nanny, or even your dog. It’s your twin sister laid out across the couch, polishing a massive plasma rifle. As soon as she notices you, she sets her gun aside and pulls herself up from the couch with an audible grunt.“Oh shit. That was you out there?” Wendy snickers. “I thought the neighbor’s dog tripped the alarm or something. Caught the little shit trying to take a dump on your lawn. You’re welcome, by the way.” she says while patting you on your shoulder. Her eyes then drift to Gwen and Red, and then back to you. “What’s going on here? You selling girl scout cookies or something?” she asks.“But I’m not a girl.” Red protests.“Could’ve fooled me.” Wendy shrugs.(Cont.)
What do you say?>”Is there any particular reason why you’re hiding out in my house, eating my food and hijacking my defense system?”>”Where’s K8-E and the kids?”>”What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be up at the X-Mansion by now.”>”What’s the, uh, massive gun for? You expecting company or something?”>”I know I said that you could ‘drop by anytime’, but this isn’t exactly what I meant.”>Give your sister a big hug. It always throws her off her game.>Write-in.
>>4663181>”Where’s K8-E and the kids?”
>>4663184Wendy might be compromised..>Give sister a big hug, observing for abnormal response..
>>4663184>>”Where’s K8-E and the kids?”Their safety is top priority
>>4663184>>”Where’s K8-E and the kids?”>”What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be up at the X-Mansion by now.”
>>4663203>>4665763>>4665769Taking these. Writing...
“Where’s K8-E and the kids?” you ask while scanning the room.“Don’t worry, bro. They’re in a safe place.” she reassures you with a smile.“And that safe place is…?” you probe further.Wendy rolls her eyes at your impatience and places a hand on her hip. “They’re down in your basement.” she informs you.Why would they all be in the basement? At least Slate and Olumar should be here to greet you, like they always have. Something is very wrong here. But then again, you can’t go jumping to conclusions and accusing your sister of something terrible without any evidence to back up your claims. So for the time being, you decide to play along and see where this takes you. If things go sour, then all four of you can just jump her.“Really? Everyone’s just sitting down in the basement twiddling their thumbs? Even my dog and the big blue nanny?” you ask in disbelief. “As I just demonstrated, this house is already equipped to deal with minor to moderate threats. They don't have to stay cooped up down there.” you explain as you try to peek down the basement stairs for any signs of your family. You really can’t see much from up here. But then again, you really don’t want to blindly follow Wendy’s directions when she’s not giving you any useful information. "You know what? Why don’t you go first?” you suggest to your sister. And in an instant, that pleasant grin of hers twists into a sour scowl.“Ladies first.” Wendy declares, right before she raises her hand and fires a mana bolt at your chest, sending you hurtling down the stairs! This staircase was already steep enough as is, and now you’re tumbling backward and doing everything you can in order to avoid cracking your head open or breaking your neck. As you near the bottom, the only thing that prevents you from smacking against the concrete is a flimsy and crude mana bubble that you just barely managed to erect in time. And even then, you were unable to prevent yourself from colliding with the wall once you reach the bottom.You don’t know if it’s because you haven’t slept in almost two days, but you feel as if all your strength is leaving your body. Wendy’s peculiar mana properties might be the cause. You remember how weak she made you feel when you tried to restrain Vilgax. And that point blank mana bolt didn't do you any favors either. She really knocked the wind out of your sails with that one...“What the hell!?” Charmy shouts in the distance, drawing Wendy’s attention away from you for a brief moment as she walks towards your allies with her eyes and hands brimming with golden light.(Cont.)
Not wanting to waste this opportunity, you struggle to your feet and limp over to the staircase’s railing. But before you begin your ascent, you notice a familiar face in the corner of the dark dungeon. It’s K8-E! She’s been tied up and knocked unconscious! And those are the kids tied up next to her. And on top of the washing machine is Olumar’s lamp. From the looks of it, Wendy’s sealed it with some sort of enchantment.You’d want nothing more than to free them, but your friends need you right now. And if Wendy can do to them what she just did to you, this fight might just end with all of you being bound and gagged down here.With each and every step you climb, a sharp pain shoots up your leg, almost as if they’d been screaming for you to take pity on them. You can already feel your eyes and limbs growing heavier from performing this simple and basic exercise. The closer you get, the quieter it gets. This tension is almost unbearable.Finally, you manage to pull yourself over the last step, just in time to see Wendy tossing your friends across the room. They look drained. Literally. She really does have Michael’s ability to sponge mana off of others. But did that drive her crazy? Or did Sublimino get to her?Before you can come to a proper conclusion, Wendy turns to greet you with a demented grin on her face. “Oh, you’re still awake?” she asks without a hint of remorse for her actions. The Wendy you know and love wouldn’t hurt you or your friends without a half decent reason. “Well, we can fix that right now.” she proclaims, as she drops Red to the floor, letting him fall limp. While the scene is downright horrifying to watch, you can’t help but notice the shriveled up totem lying on your kitchen floor. It looks like Slate’s. Wendy must have drained him of your mana.“What’s your deal!?” you angrily shout.“My deal!? How about the fact that my baby brother was hiding the fact that he was ‘X’!” she shouts back. “I mean, the galaxy’s biggest menace, hiding right under my nose the entire time! I think I’m entitled to be at least a little upset.” she says with a huff, while cocking her plasma rifle and aiming it directly at your head.What the hell is she even talking about? She’s known about your secret identity for a long time now. In fact, it was almost annoying how all these random people figured it out so easily. Something is very wrong with your sister.“But I’ve got you now. Your Omnitrix is recharging, so you won’t be able to cheese your way through this one, bro.” she states with an uncomfortably wide grin. And unfortunately, she’s right about that last part.(Cont.)
What will you do?>”So what now? You gonna report me to Sublimino like a loyal lapdog?”>”I get your beef with me, but did you really have to involve the others in this?”>”You see, THIS is exactly why I didn’t want you using magic. It drives people crazy.”>”Are you seriously about to let a dude half your size tell you what to do? You’ve never let anyone tell you what to do.”>”Just drop the gun and I’ll go wherever you want. We don’t have to fight.”>Equip your armor and lunge at her with your sword drawn.(Earth Stance/Non-Lethal)>Trick her into letting you get close to Slate’s totem so you can reactivate it.>Activate your flame aura and melt the barrel of her gun.>Attempt to hack her cybernetic implants.>Write-in.Skills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1
>>4666385>”I get your beef with me, but did you really have to involve the others in this?”magic is cool. we don't hate magic
>>4666385>>”I get your beef with me, but did you really have to involve the others in this?”>”Are you seriously about to let a dude half your size tell you what to do? You’ve never let anyone tell you what to do.”>Attempt to hack her cybernetic implants.
>>4666385>”Are you seriously about to let a dude half your size tell you what to do? You’ve never let anyone tell you what to do.”>Trick her into letting you get close to Slate’s totem so you can reactivate it.Go doggy!
I'll break the tie here>”I get your beef with me, but did you really have to involve the others in this?”
Sorry for the delay. Had work last night. But on a positive note, I'll be switching back to day shifts next month. And that means more regular sessions.>>4666533>>4667314Anyways, we're going with these. Writing...
“I get your beef with me, but did you really have to involve the others in this?” you inquire whilst using this brief lull to catch your breath and formulate a plan.“I’m the one that’s actually trying to protect them. You put them in danger the moment you decided to move in with her and those kids.” she proclaims without a hint of uncertainty. “None of you might see it now, but I’m trying to help you.”“Help me? You think kidnapping my girlfriend and her kids, sucking the life out of my dog, trapping my nanny in her lamp, and beating up my friends is all for the sake of the greater good!?” you ask with a bewildered expression. “This isn’t you, Wendy. Not everyone sees it, but I know that you’re a good person. You could have sent that mana bolt straight through my chest back there, or sucked the life out of my friends, but you didn’t.” you explain to her. And for a moment, it looks like her expression is softening a bit. “I know that somewhere, deep down, you know what you’re doing is wrong.”Wendy opens her mouth, preparing to speak, but no words come out. Instead, she lowers her rifle and closes her eyes. “Wade, what I’m about to say is gonna sound crazy, and I might feel like shooting myself after I say it, so listen up.” she demands with a bold look in her eyes. “You’re my baby bro, and I lo-” Wendy says, before quickly interrupting herself and loudly clearing her throat. “I...don’t...dislike you. In fact...I dislike you the least out of every fucking person in this Celestialsapien forsaken galaxy.” she declares with a series of pained grunts in between every other word. It might have physically hurt her to express genuine, heartfelt emotion.“Aww. I don’t dislike you either, sis.” you reply in a slightly mocking tone. That’s probably the nicest thing she’s ever said to you.“Shut it. I ain't not done yet.” Wendy snaps. Before continuing, she inhales deeply. “You might be my baby bro, but even I have to admit that you’ve been out of control these past few days.” she lectures you. “I mean, the things that they’ve been saying about you over the extranet. All those people that you just...I don’t even wanna think about it.” she shudders. “Shit was brutal, even by my standards.”What the hell is going on here? What kind of crazy ideas has Sublimino planted in her head? And why is the rebellious, wayward twin giving you a life lesson? This is all so confusing.“The point is, I’m here to bring you in. You need help, Wade. Even if you don’t want it.” Wendy proclaims while raising her rifle once more. “I’m sorry...but you’ll thank me later.” she adds with her voice quivering.But at that very moment, you hear a faint chirp from your belt. The Omnitrix is fully charged and ready to go!(Cont.)
How are you gonna play this?>Transform into an alien.(Which one?)>Use one of your Viral Forms.(Which one?)>”Come on, Wendy. You know me. Do I really seem like I’m capable of any of that?”>”Someone poisoned your mind, Wendy. Whatever you thought you saw or heard on the extranet is a lie.”>”Alright then, why don’t you show me those extranet articles? Surely, there should be some evidence to back up these outlandish claims.”>Slowly walk towards her with your arms held wide open. She’s about to get the biggest hug of her life.>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4667840>>”Alright then, why don’t you show me those extranet articles? Surely, there should be some in edited video evidence to back up these outlandish claims. One's that don't involve Sublimino as well.”
>>4667840>>4667870 Is me, I meant unedited not in edited.
>>4667870kek lessgo with this
“Alright then, why don’t you show me those extranet articles?” you firmly demand with your arms crossed. “Surely there should be some unedited video evidence to back up these outlandish claims of yours. Something that doesn’t mention Sublimino, I mean.” you clarify.“Fine. If that’s how you wanna play it, then I guess I’m gonna have to embarrass you, bro.” she sighs whilst rolling her eyes, which are now glowing a vibrant orange. Wendy must have some sort of neural link that allows her to surf the web without the use of her hands. But by the look of confusion on her face, she appears to have encountered some trouble. “Hold up. I know I saw this the other day. What the fuck…?” she mutters under her breath.“Technical difficulties?” you ask in a sarcastic tone while wearing a smug grin.“Shut the hell up.” your sister snaps back at you. “They must have deleted it or something. I’ll try a different search engine.” Wendy proclaims as her eyes rapidly dart from left to right. “Still nothing? Seriously” she says with a frustrated grunt.“This seems like it’s gonna take a while. Do you wanna sit down while we do this?” you suggest, with your foot impatiently tapping against your hardwood floor.“Huh? Oh, yeah sure…” Wendy nonchalantly cooperates as she slides over to the couch, only to realize that it had been tipped over in their fight earlier.“Yeah, I’m gonna need your help with this.” you request, while grabbing one side of the toppled couch.Wendy rolls her eyes in response, but she grabs the other side of the couch, regardless of her complaints. “This is why you should be getting some chrome instead of wearing that dumbass bug suit.” Wendy grunts as the two of you flip the couch back over with perfect coordination.Your sister quickly plops down onto the far left side of the couch with her leg stretched over the middle cushion, leaving very little room for you to sit down. But before you even get a chance to sit down beside her, she slides open a metal plate underneath her right wrist and pulls out a long black cable. “Hey, do you mind plugging this in for me?” she asks without a hint of hostility or unfamiliarity. You’ve never seen an adaptor cable like this before. What does she even want you to do with it?“Allow me, Wade.” Trixy volunteers. And in an unusual display of Galvan magitech, the Omnitrix releases two, long purple cables, very similar to the one that Wendy has. So, you grab Wendy’s cable and bring it close to yours, only to find that the one Trixy had produced uses a generic adapter that could be used for most of Earth’s electronic devices. But to your surprise, the adapter changes right before your very eyes, reshaping itself to be a perfect match for Wendy’s adapter.(Cont.)
“Whoa…” you simply state, while connecting the cables with a soft click.“Now, plug the other one into your television’s HDMI port.” Trixy explains. And before you can respond, the other cable reshapes itself into an HDMI cable. This is such a handy feature!After you’ve finished bathing in the afterglow of the technological marvel that you’ve got hanging around your waist, you follow Trixy’s instructions and connect the second adaptor to your TV. And strangely enough, Wendy’s neural link display is broadcasted to your screen!“Not here. Nothing here either…” Wendy mutters to herself as she desperately searches the extranet for even a single shred of evidence. By now, she’s set down her gun and your friends have begun to stir awake. She must not have drained them to the point of exhaustion.Surprisingly, Red is the first one to pick himself up. With a groan, Red rubs his head and scans your living room. And as soon as he spots you sitting next to Wendy, he rubs his eyes and squints at you to make sure that he isn’t seeing things.Noticing this, you place a finger to your lips and shake your head. He nods in acknowledgement, and you point him to the basement stairs, while mouthing the words “Help them”.Seemingly understanding your hints, Red begins crawling over to the basement stairs, while Wendy’s too busy surfing the extranet to notice anything. From what you’ve gathered, Sublimino is capable of creating a large scale Mandela Effect, but with even the slightest amount of investigation, his illusion begins to fall apart. This tells you a few things.One: Will Harangue took this opportunity to attack you, without confirming that these sources are credible. Unless he already knew, and chose to ignore the facts before reporting his fake news.Two: Sublimino hasn’t gone as far as to extend his influence beyond the stars, where most extranet journalists reside. That being said, anyone that doesn’t live on Earth probably still believes that you’re one of the good guys.Three: If his illusion contradicts with facts that the victim is already aware of, it creates some sort of amnesiac effect where they separate the identity of Wade and “X”.“I...I can’t find anything…” Wendy shamefully admits. She really came here and attacked you, your family and your friends without having all of the facts. But you really can’t blame her. Sublimino probably made her feel like she was completely justified in her thoughts and actions.With Red untying K8-E and the kids downstairs, and your friends slowly regaining consciousness, you should be able to turn the tables on your sister pretty soon.(Cont.)
What will you say?>”Okay, now try searching for articles that talk about all the people that I’ve helped.”>”I bet you feel pretty stupid right now, huh?”>”So, what exactly was I being accused of in the article that you THOUGHT you saw?”>”I’m gonna go get a snack. Do you want anything?”>”If you can’t even find fake news or clickbait related to me on the extranet, then that should really show you how off-base you were.”>Crawl over and steal Wendy’s gun.>Say nothing. The facts speak for themselves.>Write-in.
>>4674958>>”So, what exactly was I being accused of in the article that you THOUGHT you saw?”>”Okay, now try searching for articles that talk about all the people that I’ve helped.”
>>4674958>”If you can’t even find fake news or clickbait related to me on the extranet, then that should really show you how off-base you were.””>”Okay, now try searching for articles that talk about all the people that I’ve helped.
>>4674971>>4678596Gonna try and combine these.Writing...
For almost an entire minute, Wendy sits on your couch in complete silence, most likely reflecting on her actions thus far.“If you can’t even find fake news or clickbait related to me, then that should really show you how off-base you were about this whole thing.” you chastise your sister.Wendy then proceeds to bury her face into her hands as she leans down to rest her elbows on her legs. “Please stop talking…” she groans as a wave of shame washes over her, wracking her compromised psyche.“So, what exactly was I being accused of in the article that you THOUGHT you saw?” you ask, putting emphasis on the word that you know for certain will disturb Wendy’s current mental state. You’re not about to let up after the shit-show that she performed in your home.“Ugh…” Wendy grumbles, while pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. “I think it was saying something about you turning into some big, scary alien monster and eating every species on some planet in the Kaspar cluster.” Wendy explains in a nonchalant manner.“You ‘think’?” you eagerly inquire with one of your brows raised.Your sister sits up and leans back into the sofa, scratching the side of her head with a subtle sigh. “I dunno. When I try to remember it, the details start to get a little bit fuzzy.” she confesses.“Then allow me to refresh your memory.” you declare with a smug grin. “Try searching for articles that talk about all the people that I’ve helped.” you suggest.Wendy shoots a skeptical glare in your direction, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Once she reopens them, you can see the bright orange glow of her optical implants reacting to her neural link. “Alright, but I don’t know where you’re going with-” she proceeds to say. But before she can finish her griping, your TV screen is suddenly flooded by a seemingly endless sea of webpages. All of them discuss tales of your heroics with excruciating detail. “Whoa…” Wendy gasps with her eyes bulging and shuddering from the sudden influx of information.She spends the next few minutes glancing over countless articles and disposing of numerous windows in only a fraction of a second. With each one she reads, her expression softens ever so slightly. You’re actually impressed that she can read this fast. Maybe those neural links are worth something after all.“I...I remember now…” Wendy states, her voice quivering uncharacteristically. “X isn’t-” she cuts herself off by biting her lip. “You’re not a bad guy.” she reminds herself, before removing the cable and breaking the uplink loop. “How did I forget that? Why did I barge into your house like some self-righteous dickhead?” Wendy questions herself in an overly harsh manner.(Cont.)
“Actually, I can explain that for you, too.” you volunteer with your arm slung over the back of the couch. Wendy gulps down air and turns her body to face you, preparing for the worst.------------“So...let me get this straight.” Wendy confirms. “Some midget named Sublimino hypnotized everyone in the world, and now they all hate you?”“Not everyone. But he’s got a good amount of people under his spell. Including some important people that he can use to manipulate others.” you explain.“What’d you do to piss this one off?” Wendy asks with a sly grin as she rests her legs on your lap and leans her head back into the corner of the sofa.“No idea. He was saying some generic bad guy stuff when he hijacked my comms, though.” you reply while glancing down at your sister’s dirty boots.“Let me guess. ‘Blah blah, at last I will have my revenge. Blah blah, world domination. Blah blah, you will suffer my wrath!’?” Wendy mocks him in a flat tone as she opens and closes her hands to imitate a mouth. “How am I doing so far?”“Oh no! Sublimino must have taken over your mind again! You sound just like him!” you mockingly exclaim. “You leave me with no choice, you dastardly villain. I’m going to have to tickle you out of her!” you boldly declare in baritone.At this, Wendy nearly jumps up as she crawls backwards on the couch. “You wouldn’t dare…” she threatens you with a subtle grin.“Oh...I dare.” you proclaim, as you pounce on Wendy and begins tickling her sides.“Ah! No! Don’t you--HAHA--fucking touch me!” Wendy shouts as she squirms with all her might. “I swear to god--HAHA--I’ll break your fingers, bitch!” your sister promises you, but amidst all the chortling and playful punches, you aren’t exactly convinced that she’ll deliver on those promises.About a minute later, the two of you are tuckered out from wrestling with one another. Currently, you’re laying opposite from Wendy, resting on your back while trying to catch your breath. Your sister is in a similar state. With each ragged breath, a small chuckle escapes both your lips.“I absolutely hate what your family’s done to me.” Wendy sighs, as she wipes a tear from her eye with a satisfied smile.“Nah, you love it. I bet Mom hugged you, tickled you and fed you wheat cakes until you became a jolly old Wakeman.” you tease her with a cheeky grin.“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Wendy grunts as she places her wrist over her eyes and tilts her head back. “Did you know that she tried to read me bedtime stories!?” she dramatically remarks.“Which one was your favorite? I personally liked ‘The Little Engine That Could’.” you sarcastically state while nudging her with your leg.(Cont.)
“Shall I read it to you before bed, Wade?” Trixy suggests without a hint of sarcasm.“Oh god, please don’t...” you beg her in a telepathic whimper.Just then, you see Charmy and Gwen pulling themselves up from the floor while clutching their heads in pain. Their confusion is evident as soon as they lay eyes upon you and your sister casually laying across from one another on the couch.“Wha-?” Charmy mutters to herself.“Sup. Sorry about trouncing you guys, earlier.” Wendy insincerely apologizes. “No hard feelings, right?”Charmy sneers at her, but chooses to remain silent.“So, you’re not being mind-controlled anymore.” Gwen infers.“I explained everything to her, and it seems like she broke free from Sublimino’s influence.” you explain.“We’ll see about that.” Charmy suspiciously snarls as she pats the top of the couch. And without being told to do so, Wendy sits up and corrects her posture. Charmy then places her hands around your sister’s head, before creating a simmering mana field around it. Must be some sort of magic CT scan. “Now, hold still.” Charmy suggests with her eyes glowing a radiant pink color.But while you were waiting for them to finish, the sound of heavy steps ascending your basement stairs draws your attention to the open door. And emerging from the staircase is none other than your girlfriend and her kids! Oh, and Red too.Without delay, you run over to them and meet them halfway, embracing your family by scooping them up in a big bear hug. Due to their light frames, you manage to pick all of them up at the same time, if only briefly.“I’m so glad you guys are alright!” you say as you let out a sigh of relief.“As am I, love.” K8-E warmly regards you by nuzzling her cheek against yours. “I tried to explain to your sister that you and this horrible ‘X’ were in fact, two different people. But she would not listen.” your girlfriend proclaims with complete confidence. Your heart sinks, and you’re at a loss for words.“I know, right? Could you imagine if Wade really was X?” ML-E laughs.“Don’t even joke about that.” N8 rolls his eyes.While your family laughs about the possibility of you being X, you’re left with a heart wrenching revelation to mull over. Your girlfriend, the love of your life, is now completely unaware of your secret identity. All the trust that you’ve built up over this last year and a half has been completely overwritten. All of her memories, including the way that you met, has been casually glossed over due to a cheap hypnotic trick from a spiteful little dwarf with a Napoleon Complex.He didn’t just take away your sense of security. He invaded your home and took away that which you consider to be most precious.(Cont.)
Upon overhearing this conversation, everyone else falls silent, exchanging worried glances all the while. Until finally, Wendy slaps Charmy’s hands away, breaking her concentration and gesturing towards K8-E and the rest. And without needing to be told anything, Charmy gives your sister an understanding nod.“Hey, K8, you must be exhausted after all that. Let’s get you to bed.” Charmy offers as she walks over and grabs K8-E’s hand.“But, I’m not tired…!” K8-E protests as your ally drags your girlfriend to your bedroom. “I wish to speak with Wade!” she shouts, before having the door shut by Charmy’s telekinesis.Wendy then directs her attention to Gwen, who shrugs back with a bewildered expression. Your sister aggressively tilts her head and clears her throat as she gestures towards your kids. After having finally gotten the hint, Gwen springs into action.“Hey guys, do you have any cool video games that we can play?” she asks the kids.“Ooh, we have the latest Sumo Slammers!” EN enthusiastically exclaims while raising his hand.“We play a lot. Hope you’re ready to get your butt whooped!” ML-E aggressively challenges her as she leans forward with her arms crossed.“Bring it on!” Gwen readily accepts, before grabbing Red’s arm and pulling him behind her as she races for the kid’s room. Soon enough, only you and Wendy remain in the room.“Wade, I know you’ve got a lot on your mind right now, but there’s something else that I need to tell you.” Wendy declares with a serious expression.“...Huh?” you weakly reply, just barely following the flow of the conversation. You’re still recovering from the shock of K8-E’s words from before. How could she forget you?“Focus, Wade.” Wendy demands as she grabs your shoulders and shakes you violently. “I just remembered why I brought this gun here. It wasn’t meant for you.” she reveals. “You know those dudes in tights that you like to hang around?” she continues.“You mean...the vigilantes?” you correct her.“Yeah, whatever.” she says while clicking her tongue and rolling her eyes. “They’ve been raiding Undertown for some reason. I think they’re looking for something down there.” Wendy divulges. “And things aren’t looking good. Ester can’t hold them back much longer.”Why could they possibly be looking for down there? And why is Ester the one fighting them?“Please, bro. I need your help on this one.” Wendy pleads.(Cont.)
What will you do?>Agree to help Wendy. You can’t let Sublimino have Undertown too.>Stay home and attempt to repair K8-E’s memory. You can’t bear the thought of her forgetting you.>Release Slate and Olumar from their prisons. You’ve got to get your defense grid back online.>Enlist Trixy’s aid in figuring out how Sublimino is hypnotizing all these people.>Call someone.(The Cowl, Drew Saturday, Write-in.)>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4679193>>Enlist Trixy’s aid in figuring out how Sublimino is hypnotizing all these people.>Agree to help Wendy. You can’t let Sublimino have Undertown too. On the condition thar she helps repair K8,E while we're down
>Agree to help Wendy. You can’t let Sublimino have Undertown too. On the condition thar she helps repair K8,E while we're down
>>4679193>Agree to help Wendy. You can’t let Sublimino have Undertown too. On the condition thar she helps repair K8,E while we're down
Before answering, you simmer in silence for a little while longer. You can’t help but let your eyes drift to the broken vases, chipped floorboards and broken dinner plates scattered across the living room. Your home, your sanctum has been violated, and the integrity of your lover’s memory has been recklessly tampered with. You won’t let Sublimino get away with this…“Alright...I’m in.” you agree with a resolute gaze.“Sweet!” Wendy cheers with a small fist pump. “I’ll go get my-” she continues.“No, I need you here.” you cut her off.“What!? Why?” she lashes out in confusion. “Those are superhuman asses that we’ve got to kick. You’ll need my magic.” Wendy explains, seemingly offended by the back-seat role that you’ve given her.“Me and my friends can take care of things. We’ve all got Omnitrices.” you debate, while gesturing towards your belt.“Yeah, but I managed to get the jump on you. Who knows what they could do to you.” your sister protests.“The only reason that worked, even remotely, is because I trust you. And that's exactly why I need you here.” you declare, as you grip her hands tightly. The sudden skinship seems to make her jump a bit, but she doesn’t pull away from you. “Whatever Sublimino did to K8-E and the kids, I want it undone. Do you think you can do something about it with your magic?” you ask.Wendy lowers her gaze for a moment, almost as if she were ashamed of something. “Not with my knowledge...but I know someone that can help.” she reveals.“We don’t need anyone else getting involved in this. Sublimino might have-” you complain, only for Wendy to cut you off the same way you did her.“Hey, you said that you trusted me earlier, right?” Wendy asks in an unusually serious tone, before leaning uncomfortably closer to you. You’re in her personal bubble! She’s letting you into her personal space!“Well, I-” you stammer, clearly flustered by her unorthodox behavior.“Then prove it.” she challenges you. “I’ve got this, bro. You go do your thing.” Wendy states with a gentle pat on your shoulder. At first, you open your mouth to spit out a counter-argument, but upon being fixed by your sister’s assertive gaze, you feel as if her unshakeable confidence is winning you over.“Alright. I’ll let you do your thing.” you say with a sigh and a small grin. Upon getting up and pushing aside some broken glass with your foot, you give your sister a gentle pat on the shoulder and an affirming nod. She knows to call you if anything goes wrong, so that goes without saying.Looks like you’re headed back down to Undertown.(Cont.)
----------------After you’d gathered your friends and informed your family that Wendy would be watching over them, you and the rest piled into your car and drove to the nearest entrance to Undertown. To most people, it’s just an old, abandoned maintenance tunnel. But you learned otherwise when Wendy dragged you through it after your battle with Aku. Hopefully it’s managed to remain a secret. You’d be in big trouble if the Vigilante Corps somehow mapped out the underground accessways.Once you’ve pulled up to the tunnel’s entrance, you take precautionary measures by parking your car off to the side of the road, away from sight. If someone were to see your car abandoned there, they might be prompted to explore the tunnel in search of a missing person.“Everyone stay on your toes. There’s no knowing what we’ll run into down there.” you remind your allies as you exit the car and lock your doors. They all give you an affirming nod in response, allowing you to lead the way through the decrepit maintenance tunnel. As soon as you’ve entered, you proceed to equip your suit by tapping the collapsed Techadon cube connected to your belt. As much as you wanted to avoid being spotted in your super suit, you won’t have much of a choice if you’re going to be fighting vigilantes anyway.After waiting a few seconds, your suit has been fully equipped, granting you access to the LED’s conveniently installed in your mask’s lenses. And thankfully, this doesn’t damage your eyesight in any way. However, you still don’t feel comfortable using it too often.“Thanks, Wade. I couldn’t see squat down here.” Charmy says to express her gratitude as she narrowly avoids walking into a cobweb.“How’s your night vision, Red? Does being half-Galvan give you anything other than brainpower?” Gwen enthusiastically inquires.“It’s really good, actually. I almost didn’t notice the difference when we entered the tunnel.” Red reports, seemingly impressed by his mutation’s utility. But all of a sudden, he stops dead in his tracks, causing Gwen to bump into him, and almost causing Charmy to trip over both of them.“Hey! What’s the hold-up?” Charmy angrily grills the kids in a hushed tone.“I think I see something up ahead. It’s about as tall as I am...and it’s moving!” Red whispers while squinting. And now that he mentions it, you see something too. And it’s coming right at you!Reflexively, you slide open your belt’s faceplate and hover your hand over the Omnitrix’s core. If this thing ounces on you, you’ll be ready to transform at a moment’s notice. But as it gets closer, your eyes begin to make out a disappointingly familiar silhouette. Unfortunately, you recognize this rodent.(Cont.)
“Wait wait wait! Don’t shoot!” Argit shouts as he waves his hands in the air. Upon glancing at your hands hovering over your Omnitrix cores, he adds "Or slap!"But despite his attempt to surrender, not a single one of you takes your hands away from your Omnitrices. Not even Red and Gwen, who shouldn’t have any experience with this sleazeball. They must be excellent judges of character.“Argit? Seriously?” Charmy groans. “Can’t we just hit him and get the inevitable backstab out of the way?” she protests.“Me, backstabbing!? No, never!” Argit exclaims in an overly dramatic, and entirely unconvincing, fashion. “These quills on my back are just for show, I swear.” he snickers to himself. You kinda want to hit him just for that lame pun.What will you say?>”Get out of here, Argit. Things are about to blow up real fast.”>”How are things looking down there?”>”I hate to say this, but I think we should bring him with us. The toxin on his quills could come in handy.”>Scan and store his DNA for later. “You can go now.”>”Any idea where we can find Ester? I hear she’s been fighting on the front lines.”>Write-in.
>>4683352>>”I hate to say this, but I think we should bring him with us. The toxin on his quills could come in handy.”>Scan and store his DNA for later
>>4683352>>>”I hate to say this, but I think we should bring him with us. The toxin on his quills could come in handy.”>>Scan and store his DNA for later>"Also, even as shady as you are be careful. Vause there's some asshole doing mass mind control, and I'm sure you value your own free will. Not sure how exactly he does it but stay avoid anything that picks up faraway signals."
>>4683495>>4684341Got caught up with homework and work. Sorry for the lack of updates. Gonna start writing...
You let out a deep sigh and circle behind Argit, much to his discomfort. “I hate to say this, but I think we should bring him with us. The toxin on his quills should come in handy.” you declare, while flicking one of his sharp spines, causing him to flinch and slap your hand away in response.This elicits a simultaneous “WHAT!?” from everyone else, Argit included.“Are you seriously doing this to me right now? I mean, sure the ‘knockout quills’ would be useful, but can’t we just pluck them out one by one, instead?” Charmy suggests with a distressed look on her face. You’d like to think she’s joking, but it’s hard to tell at the moment.“Nah. Too noisy and too time consuming.” you say while shaking your head. Argit gives you a fearful whimper out of the corner of his eye, and it brings a small smile to your face. It’s times like this that make you glad that your expressions are indiscernible with the mask on. “Besides, he can be useful if you push him in the right direction.” you proclaim in Argit’s defense. He kinda did help you break Iden out of Incarcecon way back when, as well as aid in your escape from D’Traxus’ fleet and the Incursean armada.Huh. That’s actually a lot that you owe him. And you would’ve thanked him for everything if he wasn’t such a massive prick. No pun intended.“So...we can trust him?” Gwen asks with her arms folded. She’s clearly skeptical of your shady acquaintance, as she should be.“I’m not sure if we can trust anybody after what happened with X’s sister.” Red debates with a quizzical expression.“Yeah. Let alone ‘Argit’.” Charmy protests with a deep scowl.“Wait wait wait, hold on a moment.” Argit interrupts you. “You have a sister? Is she hot? Is she, uh, seeing anyone?” he asks while nudging your waist with his shoulder. You don’t budge in the slightest. In fact, the only thing you give him in response is a chilling glare that broadcasts your ill intent, even through your mask. And judging by Argit’s shrill shriek, chattering teeth and suspended quills, it would seem that he got the message loud and clear. Must be an animal instinct. “Relax, buddy! I was just yanking your chain.” he nudges you again with a nervous laugh. “Me and this guy, we go waaaay back.” Argit announces in a desperate attempt to explain things to your friends, and somehow quell your anger. “Yup, we’re just an inseparable pair of impractical jokers.” he claims, while lying through his pointed, little rat teeth.But since his back is turned, you think now would be a good time for a discreet DNA scan.By changing the opacity of the scanning beam, you’re able to make it almost imperceptible to the naked eye, allowing you to snag the scan without attracting any attention. Well, Red seems to have noticed, at least.(Cont.)
“DNA sample acquired: ‘Erithzonean’.” Trixy confirms.“Whatever, I don’t care. Just go already!” Charmy shouts as she pushes Argit forward. The rest of you follow along, boxing him in, in order to prevent his escape.“Fine, I’m going, I’m going!” Argit snaps back. “Do, I, uh...do I really have to go…?” he pleads.“I told you, we need your help. Your quills should be able to take out any heavy hitters that we come across.” you explain.“I nearly died trying to get out of that scrap-hole! And you want me to dive right back in!?” Argit squeals. “Nuh-uh! No way! Absolutely not!” he boldly declares with a flimsy conviction.“You know, we could always go with Charmy’s idea from earlier, and pluck those quills out one-by-one.” Gwen teases him with a devious smile.“It’s a good thing we brought our tweezers, then.” Charmy chimes in with a similarly devilish tone.Argit gulps down a large pocket of air and runs up to you in order to create some distance between him and your friends. “Alright, fine!” he finally concedes.“How do those quills of yours work anyway? Can you fire them out whenever you want?” Red curiously inquires.“Well, they kinda just pop out whenever I get too scared, or when I sneeze, or even when I-!” Argit begins to elaborate, but you quickly cut him off due to the urgency of your message.“Argit, if you’re coming with us, then there’s something that you should know.” you begin to say, in order to grab his attention. “There’s some asshole doing mass mind control, and I’m sure you value your free will. I’m not entirely sure how he’s doing it, so you’d best avoid anything that transmits radio frequencies or comm signals.”“So, anything, basically.” Argit sarcastically replies. “Gonna be real hard to avoid any of that in our day and age.”“Yeah, I know. Just be careful. You might be a shifty criminal, but you don’t deserve to be ‘brain-jacked’.” you proclaim with genuine concern for the con-artist.Soon enough, you spot a light at the end of this maintenance tunnel, and upon entering its embrace, you’re met with a grizzly sight.The Undertown that you once knew as a roughly, stunning, subterranean urban jungle, has been reduced to rubble. Countless shops, buildings and vehicles lay in ruin, with all of it being highlighted by a ray of light breaching through a large, gaping hole in the ceiling of the cavern.“Oh man…” Red laments, despite having never seen it prior to this.“Yeah, you can say that again…” Charmy regretfully agrees. Argit, on the other hand, is entirely unmoved.(Cont.)
But before you get a chance to drink in the scene completely, a massive explosion rocks the entire area, drawing your attention to a group of individuals fighting amidst the wreckage. You can’t get a good look from here, but you recognize one of them as The Cowl!It would seem that he’s struggling to fend off the attackers, while two others appear to be attacking both parties. You recognize the third party as members of The Cowl’s Rogues Gallery. There’s the sadistic killer clown and walking sideshow, “Sidesplitter”, and the malicious marksman, otherwise known as “Trigger”.How will you proceed?>Come rushing to The Cowl’s aid. You’ve been so worried about him.>Focus on The Cowl’s rogues. It wouldn’t be good for anybody if they got an advantage.>Stay back and watch the situation unfold. You’re not sure who you can trust here.>Try to go around them. Finding Ester should be your biggest priority.>Give a command.(Write-in)>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4687752>>Focus on The Cowl’s rogues. It wouldn’t be good for anybody if they got an advantage.
>>4687752>Focus on The Cowl’s rogues. It wouldn’t be good for anybody if they got an advantage>DiamondHead
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>4688059>>4690961Taking these. Rolling for possible malfunction.Writing...
“What are we supposed to do here? I don’t know who the good guys or the bad guys are supposed to be.” Gwen complains, looking to you for assistance in making a decision. It’s no surprise that they’d be confused in a dimension full of unfamiliar vigilantes.“See those guys that are trying to attack both parties?” you say while pointing to the clown and the marksman. “We take them down first. If anything, I’d rather they didn’t come out on top.”“Sounds simple enough.” Charmy shrugs. And with an uncanny amount of coordination, you and your team slide open the faceplates of your Omnitrices, select your respective aliens and slam your hand down onto your Omnitrix cores, creating multiple bursts of vibrant light in the area.Initially, you selected Diamondhead, but somehow, you can tell that you got something completely different.In an instant, your flesh, bone and muscle recede into the center of your body, flowing like water and collapsing into a solid, metal cube-shaped construct. You can feel every inch of your existence. Each individual microscopic grain.When the light dissipates, the small crate that contains your body drops to the ground with a faint clattering sound. It’s outward appearance is like that of a circuit board, folded into a cube, with numerous, tiny cylindrical ports placed all around the faces of the cube. This draws a few odd looks from your companions, who had all chosen alien forms with clear, humanoid physiques.But all of a sudden, the box begins shaking violently, prompting your friends to back away fearfully. And without warning, waves of sand start to pour out of the cylindrical ports, kicking up a compact, localized sandstorm within the area. Your allies shield their eyes in response, peeking through their fingers all the while, eagerly awaiting the result of your development. Soon enough, the particulates fluttering through the air begin to clot, forming together into a humanoid physique that easily towers over the alien forms of your friends. Your consciousness, once scattered, has now formed together into a single manageable shape, while the box that had once contained your amorphous form has now been separated into a series of sturdy, metal plates that lay atop the back of your left hand, as well as your fingers. And right above your wrist, rests the Omnitrix symbol that you’d gotten so used to seeing.“Whoa! Who’s that guy?” Gwen asks in her Tetramand form.“Don’t know. This is my first time using him.” you admit, while shaping your fist into a ball, with jagged glass shards popping out of its surface. You can superheat your granulates and turn them into glass!? That’s super neat. “‘Sandbox’ sounds like a decent name, don’t you think?” you ask with a light chuckle. Your voice is incredibly deep and verbose in this form, like how you’d imagine a golem would speak.(Cont.)
“You can come up with names later. We’ve got a killer clown to trounce.” Charmy says in her Arburian Pelarota form, while aggressively smacking her fist into an open palm.Right. Not a good time to get sidetracked.Ironically, you’re the first to start moving. With but a thought, you command your sand granulates to fly forward with impressive speed. It’s sort of like how you control Goop, but without the whole UFO thing. Your real self is every grain of sand fluttering through the wind right now, but the box probably serves as a type of circulatory system. It pumps sand in and out of itself through complex metal tubes pathways, serving as your ‘heart’, so to speak.While you and your friends continue to close in on the two villains, you quickly draw their attention as soon as you enter the maze-like ruins of Undertown. And to make matters worse, it would appear that you’ve gathered the attention of the party that was attacking The Cowl as well. But you should be able to get a hit in before they can.What will you do?>Trap Trigger in prison made of bulletproof glass.>Bait Sidesplitter into attacking you with her Battle-axe, so you can engulf her in sand.>Curl up into a ball, and roll into them once you picked up enough debris to increase your mass.>Blind your foes with a violent sandstorm.>Stretch upwards, and create a series of powerful reflective lenses in order to weaponize the sunlight peeking into Undertown.>Write-in.
Apologies for the late update. Got caught up in helping a friend with something.
>>4691468>>Trap Trigger in prison made of bulletproof glass
>>4691484We don't seem to be getting many more votes this time around, soooo...Roll 1d100, bo3!
Rolled 66 (1d100)>>4694624
Rolled 39 (1d100)>>4694624
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>4694624
>79As you advance upon your foes, not willing to give them a single moment to brace themselves or raise their guard, you shoot your arm towards Trigger as if it were fired from a cannon. Despite just having stretched your arm forwards, the sand comes gushing out like a highly pressurized torrent of water, bursting from a broken dam.It isn’t long before the marksman finds himself being engulfed in sand, firing blindly in a panic, despite the fact that you’ve rendered him completely blind by smothering his head. But instead of allowing him to suffocate, you command your granulates to rapidly heat up and cool down, creating a thick casing of layered, tempered bulletproof glass around Trigger. By the time that you’ve drawn your arm back, the confused convict is left with nowhere to run. He attempts to fire a few shots into the glass with his high powered rifle, however, they do not make it further than a quarter inch through his newly forged transparent prison. He’ll be stuck in there for a good long, while.“The hell is this!?” he angrily inquires while smashing the butt of his rifle against the prison’s walls. Unsurprisingly, it has little to no effect on the glass casing’s structural integrity.“Don’t worry, Trig! I’ll get ya’ out!” Sidesplitter reassures him as she raises her hefty axe and dashes straight towards her imprisoned comrade.“I’m not ‘Trigger’ anymore, you freak. I go by ‘Triggerman’ now.” Trigger proudly reaffirms himself. However, Sidesplitter doesn’t seem to be listening, as she mindlessly swings her axe at the glass prison, creating a sizable indent in your otherwise flawless creation. “Hey! Watch it!” Triggerman complains.Thankfully for Triggerman, you arrive at the scene before Sidesplitter can take another crack at the glass case. Without hesitation, you jump in the way of her axe’s trajectory, soaking in the damage from the swing as you absorb all of the momentum that it had previously built up. As you stomp closer to the clown, her axe sinks deeper and deeper into your body. Any and all attempts to pry the weapon free from your shifting mass is unarguably denied by you clamping down onto the upper part of the haft and pulling it through the opposite end of your body.Eventually, you get tired of playing tug of war, so you make an effort to push the axe out through your back, causing the weapon to slide out of Sidesplitter’s hands, but not before allowing the deranged circus freak to slam into your rock solid chest when her momentum goes uninterrupted, breaking her nose with an audible thud.Sidesplitter stumbles backwards and tightly clutches her nose, gushing with blood, spitting out curses as her black dress is stained crimson.“Coming through!” Charmy urgently alarms you. You swivel your head around to inspect the scenario, only to catch a glimpse of the girl rolling downhill at full speed, headed directly for you!(Cont.)
Quickly, you stretch upwards, forming a spacious arch, allowing Charmy to slide right beneath you and slam directly into Sidesplitter instead. The deranged clown is just as surprised as you are when she’s steamrolled and tossed through a nearby window, if not more. Part of you wonders whether Charmy had factored your shapeshifting ability into her plan, or whether this had truly been a miscalculation on her part.Unfortunately, you’re not allowed to dwell on this thought for very long, as you’ve now gained the full attention of The Cowl’s pursuers. Some are vigilantes that you vaguely recognize, but you can’t exactly put a name to their faces. And while they might have been reasonable people before, their sense of logic appears to have crumbled the moment that they saw the hourglass symbols placed on the bodies of you and your friends. Sublimino must have gotten to them.Together, you, Charmy, Gwen and Red stand ready to face off against these brainwashed mutants. But before you get a chance to engage them, a familiar vigilante lands on the roof of a nearby car that had gotten sucked into the sinkhole when these guys invaded Undertown.“Friends of yours, I assume.” The Cowl speculates with a tone leaning towards sarcasm. His cape is slightly torn, along with a good chunk of black fabric from his suit's body.>”At least one of you guys hasn’t gone completely crazy.”>”Don’t worry, none of us haven’t been brainwashed. Not to my knowledge, at least.”>”Boy am I glad to see you. I thought I was gonna have to fight you again.”>”Didn’t you just get out of the hospital? Should you really be flipping around like that?”>”Sorry I couldn’t answer your call. The past few days have been pretty hectic for me.”>”What are you doing down here? Better yet, what are they doing down here?”>Write-in.
>>4695970>>”Don’t worry, none of us haven’t been brainwashed. Not to my knowledge, at least.”>”Sorry I couldn’t answer your call. The past few days have been pretty hectic for me.”
>>4696426>>4697193Finally got back from work. Writing...
“Don’t worry, none of us have been brainwashed.” you say in a booming voice, giving him a thumbs up. “Not to my knowledge, at least.” you add, sounding less certain than before.The Cowl narrows his eyes at your previous statement, clearly not comforted by your lack of conviction.“And sorry about not being able to answer your calls. These past few days have been pretty hectic for me.” you admit with a long sigh. And without warning, your conversation is abruptly interrupted by a series of massive fireballs being launched in your general direction. With a nimble leap from your caped companion and a swift relocation of your microscopic granules, both of you manage to avoid the resulting explosion that razes the area of where you once stood.With an unusually casual attitude, the two of you regroup in a nearby location with a better view of the battlefield. “That’s been going around lately.” The Cowl sarcastically remarks as he hangs from a damaged neon sign, dangling precariously low to the ground. “But if you’d really like to make it up to me, then you can start by helping me apprehend these victims.” he suggests while brandishing a bladed projectile from his belt.You find his use of the word “victim” to be most curious. Does that mean that he has some idea of what’s going on here? Sometimes you forget how scary The Cowl’s information gathering abilities can be. You hope he never tries to look into the matter of your secret identity.As you ponder the depths of his investigative abilities, your predatorial partner springs into action, vaulting and flipping over objects, tall and wide, clearing a city block’s worth of distance in leaps and bounds. Literally!You do the same, but with much less effort. Now that you’ve gotten a proper look at them, Trixy has managed to bring up a summarized report on the identity of the vigilantes in question, as well as an extensive list of their abilities and projected weaknesses.One of the strongest mutants present is “Summer Child”. He’s kind of like an underage, adolescent Human Torch. He’s known for his complete and total control over fire and heat, as well as his immature pranks. The way he laughs innocently as he attempts to immolate your friends unsettles you.The second most dangerous is a well-known assassin and mercenary for hire, otherwise known as “The Red Death”. The iconic red and black skull helmet that he wears would have tipped you off, but you were too distracted by the giant, dangerous looking scorpion tail that he’s now sporting. Reports say that he uses it to administer poisons and toxins, both in a gaseous and liquid state. Depending on the aliens your friends chose, it may be wise to take him out first.(Cont.)
And lastly, we have the “Weekend Warrior”. He isn’t actually much of a big threat, as his ability is to resurrect himself near the end of the week, no matter how much damage his body sustains when he dies. And if he dies during the weekend, then he’ll revive almost instantly. His costume reminds you of Casey Jones, and he fights like a total amateur, but his unpredictability makes him that much more dangerous to common crooks and supervillains alike.So, who are you going to focus on?>Summer Child needs to be dealt with before he burns your friends to cinders.>Definitely the Red Death. You have no idea how strong the poison in his tail is.>It might be gruesome, but you should probably kill the Weekend Warrior. It might end the effects of his mind control if his head gets smashed.>Give out an order to your allies.(Write-in.)>Bargain with one of the villains. They don’t appear to be getting mind-controlled.(Write-in.)>Swap over to the last unused alien that you had left.(Battery Ram)>Switch to another alien.(Which one?)>Create a combo with another alien.(Which one?)>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
>>4698561>Summer Child needs to be dealt with before he burns your friends to cinders.>Switch to another alien.(Big chill)
>>4698561>>Summer Child needs to be dealt with before he burns your friends to cinders.>>Switch to another alien.(Big chill)
>>4698680>>4699529Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
Rolled 100 + 10 (1d100 + 10)>>4699939
>>4699945Good shit! Writing...
>110!Argh! You don’t have time to wait for your friends to fight in individual grudge matches. Each moment you waste is another moment that Sublimino spends brainwashing your loved ones. You’ll just take them out yourself. All of them.In the blink of an eye, you remold the shape of your body into that of a Necrofriggian. At first, you do so using Sandbox’s shapeshifting ability, recreating a pale imitation of the azure, moth-like alien. But as you imagine the feeling of your body adapting to accommodate for his alien form, the thought becomes a reality, reshaping Sandbox’s form and solidifying the granules of sand until they resemble Big Chill’s form, even more so. And in a flash of light, you complete your change, transforming into “Big Chill” in all his glory!Without delay, you launch yourself towards Summer Child with a powerful beat of your wings. Due to him being occupied with projecting a jet of flame at Charmy, he fails to notice you with enough time to avoid your charge or properly react to it. With a surprised yelp, he turns the flame jet onto you, simply by turning to face you as he hovers in mid-air, covered completely by an aura of heat.But instead of slowing down or dodging the attack like a rational person, you instead enter an incorporeal state, becoming intangible and transparent, with only a blue outline giving you a slight presence. And in this form, you allow the flame to pass right through your body, all without losing momentum or taking damage. Perplexed by this development, Summer Child cranks up the heat by expanding the jet of flame to resemble a wide beam of pure energy. However, this has little to no effect. In fact, all it does is create a massive blind spot right in front of his direct line of sight, causing him to lose sight of you.Out of fear, the frightened child begins hurling fireballs in all directions, hoping and praying that one will somehow hit you. And while he’s distracted, you rise up out of the ground, having phased through it in order to take a flanking position. Somehow, whether it be from some slight change in the ambient temperature in his immediate area that he’d sensed, Summer Child turned to face you immediately after you’d emerged/ But before he could fire off another shot, you unleash a torrent of chilling wind from between the large gaps in your teeth, pushing him back and temporarily extinguishing his flame.(Cont.)
Reflexively, he shielded his eyes and screamed while attempting to regain control of his flight. It’s in this brief period of time that you’re able to phase through the boy, chilling him to the core and eliminating any unnecessary movements that you might have made by circling around him. Through your endothermic phasing ability, you were able to prevent him from heating up his body. In his confusion, you deliver yet another powerful breath from above, sending him hurtling towards the ground with a painful sounding smack. And just to be safe, you make sure to create several thick layers of ice over his body in order to keep him restrained. Eventually, he’ll be able to escape once he recovers by gradually increasing his body temperature. But by then, you and your friends will hopefully be far away from here.Next, you direct your attention to The Red Death, who appears to be trying to sting Gwen with the elongated needle on his scorpion tale. As a Tetramand, she’s managing to keep him at bay, but for some reason, he’s overwhelming her with sheer, brute force. Perhaps she was dosed with a bit of his deadly poison already, slowing her reflexes and weakening her muscles.Without waiting for an explanation, you collide with the sinister assassin in a charging tackle, freeing up Gwen’s arms and giving her room to breathe. Your adversary desperately claws at your arms and face, clearly angered from being separated from his quarry in the middle of a hunt. Some part of you just knows that his tail is poised to strike near your blind pot, prepared to pierce you through and administer a full dose of his universally lethal poison. As the base of his artificial appendage flexes and tightens, you think to yourself how easy it would be to bait out his strike, maintaining the pretense of obliviousness. And just when he thinks he would win, you would return to your intangible state, allowing the tail’s pincer to pass through you and pierce The Red Death instead. The irony of it all. The lethal assassin overdosing on his own toxin in a failed attempt to overtake a target that he wasn’t prepared for. Oh, the idea is certainly alluring…“Wade?” Trixy interrupts your line of thought with concern in her voice. “Are you quite alright? Your brainwaves became extremely erratic for a moment, there.” she alerts you, while displaying a series of detailed graphs to back her claims.Huh...that’s weird. You didn’t feel like anything was wrong there.“Continue monitoring them, Trixy. And thanks for looking out for me.” you think to yourself out of gratitude.And with that, you return to the fight at hand.(Cont.)
Before his tail can run you through, you return to your intangible form and halt your charge without warning, causing him to fly into a wall of solid concrete. The force of the impact creates a web of cracks within the slab, but it is not enough to put the man down. As you suspected, he’s wearing some sort of armor that enhances his natural abilities. You were right to treat him like a superhuman.The moment you spot his leg muscles tensing up, preparing to explode in a moment’s notice, presumably granting him an extreme burst of speed, you push him back against the wall with a powerful gust of wind. As he lays pressed against the concrete, a thick layer of ice grows over him, and the surrounding area as a whole. That should hold him.Suddenly, a pebble flies in your direction at the speed of a bullet, threatening to conk you in the head and give you a slight bruise. Maintaining caution, you allow the pebble to phase through you, drastically lowering its core temperature and causing it to shatter like glass as it collides with a nearby wall on the other side. Following the projectile back along its projected trajectory, you find a masked man wearing casual clothes and wielding a powerful slingshot meant for hunting small animals. This must be the Weekend Warrior. Even in front of an imposing and enigmatic figure such as the alter ego that you’d carefully constructed for yourself, the young man is seemingly fearless. Or perhaps that’s what he’d have you believe by wearing an intimidating mask.Either way, you make quick work of him by freezing him solid in place with a brief puff of endothermic breath.Seeing as how the villains have been dealt with, you return to your friends, praying for their safety. Upon your arrival you get very mixed reactions from their expressions.“Well that didn’t last very long…” Gwen pouts, clearly disappointed by having her chance at a challenging fight forcefully snatched away from her.“At least I managed to take one out. That puts me at second place.” Charmy reassures herself with a smug grin as she holds out two fingers.“That. Was. So. Awesome!” Red exclaims as he bounces up and down with stars in his eyes. This isn’t the first time that you’ve pulled out all the stops in front of your protégé. It feels good to know that you’re becoming a hero in his eyes.“Hmm, yes. Quite the show you've put on.” The Cowl comments from an elevated position, seemingly impressed by your display of physical prowess and coordination. Although, his usual flat tone makes that emotion almost indecipherable to you. “Now, we should get moving before they stir awake.” he motions you with a hand motion, beckoning you over as he leaps from his perch.“Or before more show up…” Gwen shivers from her own foreboding statement.(Cont.)
What will you say?>”Lead the way, partner.”>”Hold on. We’re not going anywhere until you explain what’s going on down here.”>”Do you know anyone who might be able to help us? Any non-hypnotized vigilantes?”>”How’d you manage to break free from Sublimino’s grasp? Was it because of what I did?”>”Are you sure you don’t need to rest? We can afford to take a breather, you know.”>”I’m looking for a girl named Ester down here. She has pink skin and wears a purple parka. Have you seen her?”>Write-in.
>>4700042>”Lead the way, partner.”>”How’d you manage to break free from Sublimino’s grasp? Was it because of what I did?”>”I’m looking for a girl named Ester down here. She has pink skin and wears a purple parka. Have you seen her?”
“Lead the way, partner.” you suggest, motioning for you and your friends to trail behind. Without so much as glancing behind him, The Cowl leads you through the maze of wreckage and rubble, and into a wide tunnel with a partially collapsed entrance.“Are we sure that this is structurally sound?”Gwen frets as she assesses the damage.“If it wasn’t, then you and your friends would be the safest. Unlike you, I don’t transform into alien creatures.” The Cowl says, sounding more snarky than usual. He must be stressed out.“How’d you manage to break free from Sublimino’s grasp? Was it because of what I did?” you ask, as the five of you take turns climbing over a pile of rocks that had fallen from the nearby walls.“In part, yes. Your intervention greatly weakened his influence. In order to regain my senses completely, I had to rely on some training that I had received in mental warfare.” he begrudgingly recounts. The tone of his voice changes into a spiteful one, almost as if it pained him to recall being in a weakened state. “By the time I had broken free, this ‘Sublimino’ had already taken control of the majority of Bellwood’s population. Including my manor’s staff.” he adds while narrowing his eyes.“So your staff tried to attack you?” Red inquires.“No. Those who have been affected by this mass mind control are only targeting X, and whatever they deem to be a threat to their safety. The vigilantes from before were only defending themselves after I had struck them first.” The Cowl explains, not even breaking stride as he approaches a body of water that reaches up to his knees.“Yeah, doesn’t sound like you thought that one through.” Charmy chastises him as she wades through the muddy water.“I was covering the escape of a family of alien residents. The risk was great, but I was lucky enough to have run into the rest of you before things took a turn for the worse. You have my thanks.” he nods back at you, making sure to remember his manners, even in the most dire of situations.“I’m looking for a girl named Ester down here. She has pink skin and wears a purple parka. Have you seen her?” you request, reminded of the urgency of your mission. You could only hope that Wendy felt the same sense of urgency back at your house.“You shall meet her shortly. Young Ester was the one responsible for arranging the evacuation of Undertown’s citizens.” The Cowl mentioned in a lighthearted tone. “She and her people have been invaluable in the defense of their fallout shelter.”Well that’s convenient. You were worried that this would get dragged out somehow.(Cont.)
At this point, the water has reached your waist, motivating Charmy to carry Gwen on her shoulders, while Red scales the walls alongside you. You’re pretty sure that he could go up ahead if he truly wanted to, but he decides to keep pace with the rest of the group instead.Eventually, you reach the other end of the tunnel, where the water level hasn’t drastically risen. And almost immediately after you emerge, you’re stopped by a group of Kraaho guards, wearing blue parks and wielding polearms with bladed tips, now pointed directly at you. You and the others instinctively raise your hands to show that you mean no harm. Gwen, however, needs to be aggressively nudged in order to get the idea that you aren’t here to start another brawl.She rolls her eyes and raises her hands as well, but the Kraaho do not lower their guard. It isn’t until The Cowl gives them a series of strange hand signals that they finally stand down and step aside. Without a single word being spoken, The Cowl leads you and your friends into the sanctuary, which seems to have been cobbled together with heavy bolts and thick slabs of metal.Just by looking around, you can tell that the aliens here are still shaken up by the all out invasion on their innocent, little subterranean suburbia. It’s hard to ignore the dirty looks that you receive upon your arrival, mostly due to your title as an infamous vigilante. They’re probably just trying to figure out what you intend on doing here.“X! Is that you?” shouts a familiar voice on the other side of the room. As soon as you turn to find its source, you see an incredibly pink teenage Kraaho running towards you with her arms held wide open.“Hey, Ester. Sorry I’m la-”Suddenly, the caped crusader steps in front of with his arm held out. The action is so uncalled for that it ruins your line of thought.“It’s so good to see yo-”As Ester is moments away from embracing you, The Cowl winds back his arm and delivers a straight left punch to her face, causing her to fall back onto the floor, clutching her nose in pain. This action infuriates her Kraaho kinsmen, and horrifies the more docile aliens that had been observing from afar.“Where is she?” The Cowl shouts in an elevated tone that you’d never heard before. It shakes you to your very core.“Dude! What the hell!?” Charmy questions him with her hands and eyes flaring with magical energy. Gwen and Red are considering jumping in too, but seeing as how they’ve never met Ester before, the two of them are content with watching the situation unfold for the time being.(Cont.)
Furious and confused, you push The Cowl aside and rush to Ester’s aid. However, you’re left utterly mortified when you catch a glance of her face. Covering her flesh is a web of cracks, spreading across her body, as if she were a damaged piece of fine china. Chunks of pink flesh have already begun to flake off and fall to the floor. Cautiously, you back away slowly, while double checking Trixy’s archives on Kraaho biology.“I will not ask you again…” The Cowl fumes with an angry glower on his face. His once elevated tone takes a much darker, and deeper, tone now.As the Kraaho mobilize around your group with their spears raised, one sickening cackle silences the whole room. And it’s coming from Ester…Her eyes wide and glassy, take on a more deranged look. Completely different from the innocent aura that she’d possessed only moments before. In that deep, consuming bellow, you’d taken a glance at pure madness, coming from a familiar face that you no longer recognized. It had sucked all the energy out of the room. Everyone was absolutely stunned. Everyone except, of course, The Cowl himself.“I can never hide anything from you, Warren.” Ester says with a smile that had been stretched far too wide, even for someone with her skillset. Her skin had become a pale shade of pink, almost as if she were being drained of blood, right before your very eyes. And in a bright, burst of white light, her entire body shattered. Almost as if you were talking to some sort of animated Fabergé egg. But when the dust clears, you suddenly find the answer to this confounding riddle to be all too clear.“Ta-da!” says The Finch as he dramatically waves his hands around, laying in the very same place that ‘Ester’ once did.“What the hell’s going on!?” Charmy says as she grabs you by the shoulders and desperately begs you for answers.“Ladies and gentlemen, this is ‘The Finch’. Shapeshifter, Thief, Murderer, Psychopath and all-around nuisance.” The Cowl says, reluctantly introducing his nemesis, his words dripping with venom.“Yeah, we’ve met.” you reveal, right as the rest of the Kraaho turn their weapons on the intruder.“Whoa whoa whoa! Take it easy.” The Finch pleads with false cowardice.“What did you do with Ester?” The Cowl returns to the subject at hand.“Nothing too serious. I just knocked her out, took her place and pretended to be her for a few hours.” Finch confesses.“Hours!?” Red picks out with interest.“Then it’s worse than we anticipated…” The Cowl sighs. “Whoever put The Finch up to this must have taken Ester away from here.”“Yeah, but why?” Gwen inquires with a hand on her hip.(Cont.)
“They must be searching for the Thermo-nuclear core.” one of the more esteemed-looking Kraho reveals. His facial features seem well chiseled, and his brow is notably prominent. The room goes silent once more“The what, now?” Charmy interjects with her arms crossed.“We use a thermo-nuclear core in order to generate enough heat to raise the temperature in our territory to a level that would make it habitable for my-” he pauses for a moment, before clearing his throat. “‘Our’ people.” he corrects himself.“So somebody wants to steal nuclear material from the Kraaho?” you ask, while rubbing your chin. Looks like finding her is gonna be at the top of your priority list now.“Tracking her down won’t be easy.” The Cowl groans.“Actually…” Red says as he kneels down to inspect one of the white shards that The Finch expelled earlier. “If Ester spent a prolonged period of time around an irradiated area, and assuming that The Finch mimicked her atomic structure completely…” he drones on, before muttering to himself for a bit.“Then we should be able to track her!” you enthusiastically conclude.“Bingo!” Red confirms with a wink.“Nicely done, boy.” The Cowl praises him. Red blushes in response.“If you’re going to track her, I suggest taking the tunnels. Our drilling machines should still be there if you need to clear a path.” the Kraaho suggests while pointing to a vault behind him. That must lead out of the shelter.You consider going topside, but then there’s the risk of being jumped by every vigilante and their Mom. It would undoubtedly be quicker, though. And there’s no telling whether they took her up, or dragger her deeper into What will you do?>Track Ester through the tunnels of Undertown.>Track Ester through the streets of Bellwood.>Interrogate The Finch. He has to know something.(Good Cop or Bad Cop?)>Split the team.(Who goes where?)>Transform into an alien(Which one?)>Write-in.Aliens Unlocked:https://pastebin.com/JVq4NM2tSkills, Stats and Inventory:https://pastebin.com/iEYrGZS1Top 10:>Big Chill>Diamondhead>Zipmunk>Bloodrush>XLR8>Fourcast>Thriller Whale>Knuckle Duster>Hack N’ Slash>Snapdragon
So, I, uh...I legit forgot that Argit was supposed to be here with the rest of the team. I apologize. I will now pretend that he's always been here. Carry on.
>>4701603>>Track Ester through the tunnels of Undertown.
I doubt that I'll be able to write another update before this thread closes, so I'm just going to let this one die and take a small break. The next thread will be thrown up next week on Thursday night. See you then, and thanks for playing!