Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>914005
Hey welcome back!

Im working, but i can phone vote

>D

>>914054
It's good to be back! Everyone seemed to have such a great time in the first thread, so I was really looking forward to entertaining you all again.

>>914075
If you want setting up a twitter would alert potebtial players when you are going to run, otherwise you have to settle for whoevers available.

You can also inform qtg when your thread is live

Rolled 96, 51 = 147 (2d100)

>>914005
>C: Dodge as best you can, study its moves to see if you can find a weak point (roll 2d100, low risk).

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>>914168
>>914054

You surge away in a whirlwind of black cloth and crimson lightning from the darkness of the alley you’re facing, an onyx tendril slicing past where your face was a fraction of a second before.

“Listen damn it, I can *help* you. The people you’ve hurt have had records, and hurt people themselves...if you just explain why you…”


The voice in the darkness cut you off with a scream of punctuated rage from a thousand people woven together, glittering black eyes flashing at you from the shadows as their volume grows.


“Flywheel. They. Are Not. People. They are MONSTERS, and they deserve what they get. You couldn’t possibly understand.”


“Tell me why, and I can help! I have connections, if they really deserve justice, I can get it for you…”


The ambient noise of the city is you only answer. They’re gone…whoever they are.


You breathe a sigh that’s mixed with frustration and relief. Back to square one, but with your life.


Your feet ride the lightning back home, to Tabby’s side.


>(continued)

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>>914214

“You should have told me you were going out, I could have backed you up!” Tabby chides you as she gently places an ice pack on your bruised abdomen. You’re out of your costume and back in your comfortable sweat pants and sports bra, your medium length red hair in a mess around you as you rest on the couch. You wince slightly at the cold, getting uncomfortable memories of you duel with Doctor Snow.

“Tabs, you had to study for Midterms, I’m fine.” You reply after settling the ice, looking through the petite brunette’s perfectly round glasses and into her amber eyes. She arches one eyebrow.

“…I *was* fine…okay, yeah, I messed up.” You relent, as Tabby’s usual smile spreads across her face.

“After your speech to me yesterday, I would have thought you’d let me get more involved in you being Flywheel…it was a *very* good speech, after all.”

She gives you a playful wink and a boop on the nose before bouncing off to go make the evening’s dinner.

Well, Friday night’s been a wash…you consider you options for the morning as you glance at Dyna’s text you received before you left the house…

:Dyna: “Hey there, Speedy. >:P Hows ur satday look? I got plans 2night, but I kina wanted to touch base after the concert. Discuss the fast-paced music, ya? ;)”

Well, that’s *two* people that know who you are, now. You offer a silent prayer in the hopes that the list doesn’t grow as you weight your options for the morning. You intern at CCPD tomorrow, but in the morning…

>A: Oh yeah, you had that chat with Professor Atticus tomorrow morning, early…gah, you hate to let him down but sleeping in is *so* tempting right now.

>B: Cancel your appointments, stay home with Tabby. She had a worse night that you at the concert, and you two need some R & R.

>C: Go meet with Dyna. She deserves an explanation.

>D: Write-in

>>914227
>A

But make time for lunch with dynasaur and a movie with chinese take out for dinner with the Tabernacle

>>914227
>A: Oh yeah, you had that chat with Professor Atticus tomorrow morning, early…gah, you hate to let him down but sleeping in is *so* tempting right now.

>>914227
>>A: Oh yeah, you had that chat with Professor Atticus tomorrow morning, early…gah, you hate to let him down but sleeping in is *so* tempting right now.

good morning, op

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>>914419
>>914438
>>914503
>>914227

By the third time you knock, you decide to test the handle, and the door wings opens at your touch revealing an empty room. You glance around, seeing a room filled to bursting with books on quantum theory, variations on the many-worlds hypothesis, and other books whose purpose you can only guess at. It looks like Professor Atticus uses this place as a makeshift home away from home, given the blankets and mini-fridge....a note with your name on it finally catches your eye atop a nest of files on his desk, some of which bear the label of the Central City Police Department.

Opening it, you find a hastily scrawled apology, saying he was called down to the CSI lab to offer his expertise (but he’s a physics professor?) on a Metahuman case they’re tackling…

Huh...well,that’s one way to get out of it...you glance at your phone, and still no reply from Dyna...what gives? Do you want to…

>A: Search for Dyna...you have a decent idea where she lives, and normally when you two are working on a project, she’s blowing up your phone and getting Tabs to give you weird looks...you’re starting to get worried….

>B: Swing by CCPD and check on Atticus...you could kill two birds with one stone, seeing him and being there well before you’re needed in the lab.

>C: Go ahead and pick Tabby up some Chinese now and leave a note for her when she get back from class, then head to CCPD (write-in note)

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>914227
>>B: Cancel your appointments, stay home with Tabby. She had a worse night that you at the concert, and you two need some R & R.

>>914621
Since we are likely to see the prof at work

>A

>>914621
>>A: Search for Dyna...you have a decent idea where she lives, and normally when you two are working on a project, she’s blowing up your phone and getting Tabs to give you weird looks...you’re starting to get worried….

Besides we can pick up food from Ragin Genghis [a curioisly good cajun chinese fusion restraunt] on the way home

>>914621
>>A: Search for Dyna...you have a decent idea where she lives, and normally when you two are working on a project, she’s blowing up your phone and getting Tabs to give you weird looks...you’re starting to get worried….
I think Dyna might be the meta Atticus/CCPD are looking for. Better find her ourselves first.

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>>914635
>>914643
>>914661

You resolve to find Dyna. Something just doesn’t feel right. You turn towards the door and…

“Professor, are you…oh. You’re not the Professor, certainly not.”

....You turn towards the door to find yourself face-to-face with a pair of coke-bottle glasses that rival Tabby’s. Their wearer doesn’t even flinch at the two of you being in such close proximity, and merely stands there placidly as you back away into Atticus’ office. You recognize this guy...Evan...Spiegel? Scudder? You’re pretty sure it was Spiegel.

“Oh, hey. Atticus went down to the CCPD...did you have an appointment with him, too?” You ask, regaining your composure and reaching out a hand in greeting, “I’m Belin…”

“You’re Bee Artemisa, classmate of Dyna Bivolo, yes? Yes, certainly.” He chimes in with a smile. “The professor boasts of you quite a bit. Boast of her. Boasts of both of you.”

….okay, This guy is making all sorts of alarm bells go off. A meta?

No...he isn’t giving you any of the vibes that a usual meta would in close proximity…he’s just unnerving, the way he’s looking around, glasses reflecting the world back at it with no hint of deeper thought behind his uninterested grey eyes.

“I...I’m going to meet up with a friend. I’ll see you later, I guess?”

“We will see each other, yes.” Spiegel replies, adjusting his glasses so that all you can see is your own reflection in the lenses. “You will see Miss Dyna sooner, I presume. Tell me Bee, is what everyone says true?”

“I...what are you talking about?”

He simply smiles.

“Ah...you two need to be true to yourselves...it makes things so much less complicated. Unless you have someone else in mind…”

You know what? You don’t have to deal with any more of this assholle. You shove your way past him, and the damn creeper still doesn’t move, just watching you make your way down the hall and, once you’re out of sight, to the edge of Downtown Central City.

>(Continued)

>>914723
Jokes on him, we plan on ALL the waifu. Simultaneously. Because we are that. Damn. Fast.

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>>914723

It takes you the better part of a half hour to finally locate Bee’s curiously multicolored Vespa Scooter parked outside a ramshackle apartment complex, whose door opens easily, with no lock to bar your way. You glance back at her scooter, chuckling to yourself that as the only possession she seems to have with any color in it, the riot of colors she’s chose to brand it with certainly make her stand out.

Making your way inside, you glance around her apartment...it looks like she lives alone, or at least has a roommate with similar fashion sense. Dark clothes are scattered hither and yon, and you shuffle along, carefully trying to avoid stepping on anything delicate hidden by her...well, delicates, as you call her name.

“Dyna? Hey, you didn’t reply so I...um…”

You realize that you just found her apartment without asking her, and entered with the same lack of permission...well, forgiveness trumps permission, right? Or is it the other way around…

“Bee?”

You nearly jump out of your skin when her voice calls out to you from a door that had opened so quietly you hadn’t even noticed.

“Dyna! I tried texting you and you...are...did I come at a bad time?”

“No, man….why?” she asks quizzically, a bit of toothpaste on her lower lip as the brush dangles from her lengthy fingers. She stands before you, in the shirt she wore yesterday to the concert...and a black, plain pair of underwear that you are most certainly not looking at you are making good eye contact, yes Sir you are. She blinks bleary eyes at you, using her other hand to rub at the dark circles under her eyes.

“Just, um...head to the living room,” she gestures, dropping a bit of foamy past on the floor, “You were almost at it, I’ll be out in a sec.”

She shuts the door in your face, and leave you alone to turn to the living room. It’s pretty sparse of anything that isn’t notebook paper and clothes, but you do see that there are some impressively colorful sketches littered among the exam papers and crumpled-up research drafts. In addition, you see her phone, You have a second or two before she arrives, you could…

>A: Shuffle through some of her sketches (at high speed of course), they look pretty cool...

>B: Look at her phone...she doesn’t seem well...maybe her phone has the answer? You could flip through it pretty quick, she would never know...

>C: Wait for her to arrive. No need to snoop...you’re a hero, right? Heroes don’t snoop. Seriously, why do you feel so nosy all of a sudden?

>D: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>914779
>C: Wait for her to arrive. No need to snoop...you’re a hero, right? Heroes don’t snoop. Seriously, why do you feel so nosy all of a sudden?

>>914779
Be back in a few hours (I need some sleep for work tomorrow, since it's 12:30 my time) but keep voting, and I'll have the next part ready in the morning!

>>914779
>>C: Wait for her to arrive. No need to snoop...you’re a hero, right? Heroes don’t snoop. Seriously, why do you feel so nosy all of a sudden?

>>914779
>D

Ask if we can clean up, if she says sure do so at hyper speed.

If we happen to see some stuff...

Its a nervous reaction

So speedy vital questions

What are Dynamites measurements?

How about our favorite pull Tab?

insert Tab here joke

Does the professor often date his students?

What are the chances of finagling a deliciously devastating threesome ?

I will never be able to choose between the two, so i hope the chances are at least fair.

What time will you be running in the morning?

Are you basing this quest off of tv show canon, comic books, or just winging it?

>>914779
>>C: Wait for her to arrive. No need to snoop...you’re a hero, right? Heroes don’t snoop. Seriously, why do you feel so nosy all of a sudden?

>>914779
>A: Shuffle through some of her sketches (at high speed of course), they look pretty cool...

>>914846
Il be starting back up in the next hour, actually!

I'll have the answers to your questions, too.

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>>914779
>>914784
>>914802
>>914849

You wait patiently for Dyna to get finished in the bathroom, glancing around at her living room with a threadbare but uncluttered sofa. You spy a calendar that is still stuck on last month as you settle on Dyna’s couch, with the fourth day circled in black pen with some writing in it. You squint to make it out a little better, but you can’t quite…

“So what brings you by, Busy Bee~?”

You start, jumping a little and turning your attention to Dyna who…okay, she must be *very* comfortable, as your eyes climb her bare legs and painfully notice she didn’t bother to change at all. She arches as eyebrow at you, shining green eyes staring down at you in amusement.

“Aw, do I make you jumpy~?” she smiles, settling down beside you on the couch and crossing her legs as you scoot off to the side to give her and her legs plenty of space. You struggle to piece words together…

“I…no, I was just worried about you, is all…”

Her smile starts to fade, and you notice just how tired her viridian eyes seem to be.

“I’m fine.” She says sternly, glancing you up and down, “Just didn’t sleep well the last two nights, what with my new friend being Central City’s Savior and fending off crazed nut-jobs from your best friend, I…”

Her stern expression softens, and she turns her aquamarine eyes to stare into yours.

“I…I’m sorry I worried you. I just tend to do my own thing, and…my own thing usually doesn’t factor in other people, y’know? I guess you must be going through a lot…I-I wish there was something I could do to…help, I guess?”

You shrug, eyes wandering the room as you rub your neck from where your Friday night encounter with that Meta made your spine meet pavement more than once. Your eyes meet Dyna’s again, and they’re glimmering with the spark of an idea as she watches your hands try to ease your tension. She stands up, putting her hands on her hips, towering over you on her long, lissome legs.

“Take your jacket off and lie face-down on the couch.” She says as-a-matter-of-factly, a businesslike tone in her posture and voice.

I.

What?

>(continued)

>>915202
You are frozen like a deer in the headlights, and it takes a commanding look from Dyna to awkwardly shrug off your coat and lie face-down down on her rather comfortable couch. You feel her knee sink into the couch alongside your hips, and the other…oh okay she’s just straddling you now, it’s cool. Your heart starts to hammer double-time in your chest, feeling like you’re trying to catch your breath after a training run, when…

Oh my God….Holy *crap* that’s amazing.

Dyna’s forefingers and thumbs seem to physically pull the tension out of your abused back, and even through your thin shirt, the effect is immensely therapeutic. You must have mumbled something in your pleasure-fogged haze, and you’re vaguely aware of Dyna laughing out loud.

“…Hah, my Mom’s a physical therapist and my Dad’s a yoga instructor, so I picked up a few things. Between that and my art, it’s one of my points of pride.” She says, a wide smile evident in the tone of her heady voice.

You can feel the tension melting out of your body as your eyes, having no-where else to look, take in the details of Dyna’s sketches and painting, scattered about the floor. They’re all incredibly abstract pieces, reminiscent more of her scooter than of any aspect of her (limited) wardrobe.

“I…it’s the first time I’ve ever done this for someone else...so…what’s on your mind? I mean, how is…you know what, just…nevermind.”

You struggle to pull a coherent thought together out of the pleasant haze Dyna has you under…

>A: Ask her more about her parents.

>B: Ask her about her art.

>C: Ask her about her scooter out front.

>D: Ask for a lengthier massage (Wally’s Wit option, write in, roll 1d100).

>E: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>915217
>A: Ask her more about her parents.
>B: Ask her about her art.
>D: Ask for a lengthier massage (Wally’s Wit option, write in, roll 1d100).
some people mooch money from friends, we much life stories and massages. it's how we roll

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>915217
>>B: Ask her about her art.
>>D: Ask for a lengthier massage (Wally’s Wit option, write in, roll 1d100).

>>914846
~~~Q & A~~~

>Measurements: Dyna’s a classic and striking hourglass, while Tabby is an adorably petite tube-cat.

>The Professor’s Habits: Bee has never heard of Professor Atticus ever making a move on a student, and it just doesn’t sound like something he would ever do…he’s too goofy.

>Threesome: Well, you all *did* pick the Charisma option in the first episode, so…

>The first arc is mostly based off the TV show, but after that it’s free to go in whatever direction you take it.

Thanks for reading!

>>915224
>>The first arc is mostly based off the TV show,
So, did we also have someone close to us die by something impossible?

>>915226
No, Bee's parents are both alivery and well. No men in yellow making her life hell, lucky girl...

...none so far, anyway.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>915217
>>C: Ask her about her scooter out front.
>>D: Ask for a lengthier massage (Wally’s Wit option, write in, roll 1d100).

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>>915220
>>915222“Your art is really great…it’s so colorful…where did you…oh, wow, *right* there.” you manage to drool out, your vision getting pleasantly fuzzy as Dyna’s skillful fingertips work their magic.

“Oh…I. Thanks…I never had any tutors, if that’s what you’re asking…it just makes my eyes happy, I guess…and I can tell you’re plenty happy too~” she says, and you can practically feel her stick her tongue out at you teasingly.

“Did…*oof*…did your parents teach you how to do…this?” you ask, as her palm finds a sweet spot of tension that immediately falls to her skills.

“Yeah, but I never…jeez, you’re like a fucking *brick*…anyway, I never really practiced, but I watched them enough…it was my brother that really studied them, until he…passed. His bike’s out front…he was the real star of our family, but I ended up here. My parents live upstate…did I mention that? I probably...hm? What is it, did I do something wrong?”

You wiggle a little bit underneath her. “You stopped,” you teasingly pout, “…but I like it when you tell me more about yourself, Dyna. You don’t talk much except to throw shade.”

She’s quiet for a moment, before she tries to start back up on her work, but you turn on your side to face her, your cheeks turning an embarrassing shade of crimson as you try to articulate your request. ”Hey…If it’s not too much…could you please do my legs, next? I just run…and…I mean you know I run, but…”

[Wally’s Wit: Success]

“Y-yeah, of course!” Dyna replies with a bit too much volume in her voice as she slides down to get a better hold on your strained ankles and calves and…Oh. Sweet. Christmas. You’re in heaven.

“I uh…guess I need to get better at talking while I do this, yeah? I like answering questions, actually…no-one really does but you…so…ask away. If you want, I guess…it’s your choice.” She rambles, digging her fingers into the dense stress that’s nested deep in your muscles.

Well, now’s as good a time as any…

>A: Ask about her brother. She’s never talked about him before…

>B: Ask about her time in school…does she have any other friends, or are you…?

>C: Just enjoy the massage, ask her to ramble…you like the sound of her voice…

>D: Write-in

>>915244
>>C: Just enjoy the massage, ask her to ramble…you like the sound of her voice…

>>915244
>>>C: Just enjoy the massage, ask her to ramble…you like the sound of her voice…

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>>915244
>>915253
>>915255
“I just want to hear more about you, Dyna. Ramble, for once. Everything you say is always so calculated for maximum judginess…” you joke, chuckling when Dyna blows a raspberry at you in protest, “Just talk…your voice is great.”

“Oh.” She says simply, faltering for just a moment before resuming the gentle, expert kneading of your bruised feet. “Well…the concert was fun…until, you know. Your roommate, Tabby…she and I talked a bit once we got back to her car after the attack. About you, I mean. You’ve known each other a long time, yeah? Since middle school?”

You nod weakly.

“Most of my peeps have moved away, or I moved away from them to go to school here. I’m kinda glad you two have each other…and…” her voice trails off, as the room falls quiet for a moment as you tune in to the sound of a space heater in the corner of the living space.

“…So are you shacking up with anyone now, or what?”

The sheer forwardness of her question makes you stiffen briefly before she works the tension back out with her expert movements…

“Jeez, Busy Bee, chill. S’just a question~” She chides, “So, what’s the details? You got anyone?”

>A: Say yes…which would be a lie. You’ve never been with anyone in a relationship before...

>B: Say no, and leave it at that.

>C: Write in (roll 1d100 for success if you feel it would be a Wally’s Wit answer)

>>915279
>>B: Say no, and leave it at that.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>915279
>>C: Write in (roll 1d100 for success if you feel it would be a Wally’s Wit answer)
"No, you offering?"

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>915279
>C: Write in
never really had the time to think about it really. I mean even before I got my powers I was always running around. Sports, friends, keeping my mom actually working instead of drinking all day. Hell you think that with these powers I'd have more time but with all these metas coming out of the wood works lately I've been busier then ever.

and a roll just incase. I don't think it's needed but I'm going to bed and just incase it is I won't be holding things up

>>915279
>C

Blush so hard she can see it on the back of our neck.

Then in increasingly lower volume

"I've um never... shacked up... with uh... anyone"

Feel like a giant nerd.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>915302
Forgot to roll

>>915302
too cute, can I change my vote to this?

>>915306
Absolutely.

>>915302
Then realize we just told our most j
Cool judgemental friend we are a 20 something virgin and try to justify it with

>>915301

Only to end up staring at her and asking

"You um like me?"

Alla

>>915292

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>>915279
>>915302
>>915331
>>915301
You can feel the blush break out down your neck so fast it could out-pace *you.*

“Ive..um, I’ve never…”You voice breaks, volume decreasing with every syllable you utter, “…’shacked up’ with…uh…anyone before…”

You finish with a whisper, you cheeks on fire and getting even hotter when Dyna abandon’s your massage to start chuckling to herself…Jerk.

“Hey…I’ve never really had the time to think about it, before.” You continue, getting a little defensive, “ I mean, even before I became Flywheel I was always running around.”

“Doing what?” Dyna asks, her laughter subsiding.

“I dunno…sports, Tabby…keeping my Mom working instead of drinking, and that was even before Dad left…Hell, you’d think with these powers I’d have more time, but I’ve been busier than ever will all these Metas…it sucks.”

You turn on the couch to face her, and her eyes are the most striking shade of blue as she meets your gaze.

“Hey…I’m sorry about that, Bee.” She says, hiding her eyes in her bangs, “I didn’t mean to laugh.”

“Hey no, it’s cool, seriously… but why did you ask? Do…do you…”

She shrugs before you can finish, doing an impressive dismount off the couch and stretching a bit.

“Just wonderin’. A body’s got a right to be curious, is all.” She says with a wink.

You open your mouth to ask her more, but your pocket starts vibrating furiously. It’s your alarm to remind you to go to CCPD…jeez, where did the time go?

“Work?” she asks. You nod. “Well, don’t let me keep you. I’ll see you around, Busy Bee.”

“Yeah, and thanks for the massage…this…was nice, Dyna. Thank you.”

She offers you a little half-smile, one dazzling blue eye peeking out at you from behind her bangs.

“Get to work, Speedy. I’ll see you around.”

With that, you’re off…

>(continued)

>>915244
>Oh. Sweet. Christmas
I think Bee just finished binging Luke Cage.

>>C

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>>915347
Your legs carry you to the rear of the CCPD main office, and you slip in the back door thanks to your Mom’s keycard. Making your way past the buzzing throng of officers and clerks, you make your way up a few flights of stairs to reach the relatively quiet office that is the CSI’s lab. The bay windows look out on a humbling view of Central City, but Atticus and the lead CSI, Doctor Albert, are engrossed in a series of pictures of what look like finger prints.

“Doctor Atticus…” you start, and his blonde hair flips amusingly as he’s snapped out of his focus, smiling at you widely.

“Miss Artemisa! I was afraid I’d miss you, but this case has served to be incredibly curious…come, take a look at this…”

He brings you over to where Albert stands, the latter giving you a disapproving glance, and sets you before the pictures they were studying. A lot of snapshots of bodies, all in their own homes, it looks like. You can see what looks like uniform bruising around their necks, and there are a few snippets of testimonies, taken from what you would assume to be the murderers. However, at center stage there’s a series of finger prints, side by side, seemingly identical.

“Tell me what you see, Artemisa. I’m interested in your input…”

You swallow hard and, feeling like you’re on trial with Doctor Atticus’ excited and anxious eyes on you, study the details a bit more closely…

>A: Investigate pictures of bodies.

>B: Investigate fingerprints.

>C: Read testimonies.

>D: Write-in.

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>915369
>B

>>915369
>>A: Investigate pictures of bodies.
I'm thinking go through ABC in order. Get the whole picture, then comment.

>>915369
>>A: Investigate pictures of bodies.

>>915369

>>915369
>the latter giving you a disapproving glance

Oh great our boss doesnt like us. How often are we late?

>>915369
>>C: Read testimonies.
Read testimonies first and then see what matches and what doesn't.

>>915369
>A: Investigate pictures of bodies.

Get an objective view before going into the subjective side of things

>>915369
>A: Investigate pictures of bodies.

>>915369
>A: Investigate pictures of bodies.

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>>915382
>>915377

You breathe in deep, and take your time parsing through the information. You look at the victims and the reports of their respective murderers; there are three pairs in all, but all have the same story. The murderer hears a knock on the door, goes to answer it, and blacks out. Wakes up later, their significant other is dead, and their fingerprints are all over the scene. There was a married couple, pair of dating college students, and finally there was a pair of high school girls, the younger of the two serving as the victim. All pairs. All strangled.

All suspects told the same story…and then there’s the fingerprints…

You fail to notice it at first, seeing each pair as a perfect mirror image…but that’s exactly what you realize is wrong with them.

“The fingerprints found on the victims’ necks and the fingerprints of their suspected murderers…they’re perfect mirror images, but on the same hand.” You finally say, stepping back from the board and searching Atticus’ eyes for answers. He lights up.

“Exactly! I believe what we are dealing with here is a shapeshifting Metahuman, potentially one that transforms his or her body into an imperfect copy of the original to frame them for murder…but *why* is the question that has been occupying my mind for the past few hours, for every one of these pairs…”he continues, gesturing at the board, “…seemed perfectly happy in their circumstances.”

“Alright, alright, enough.” Albert huffs, his thick Welsh accent dripping with barely-contained scorn. “I need her help organizing the files on my desk, and you two can talk more in class, I’m sure.”

“Oh yes, quite!” Atticus chirps, giving you a cheery nod and a promise to speak with you later…fun times. The rest of the day passes without incident, and you’re finally off work. Do you…

>A: Pick up Tabby’s favorite meal from Ragin Genghis on the way home as a treat. She deserves it, after all she’s been through.

>B: Stick around the office and flip through some files…maybe you can find a lead on this Meta and stop them before they harm any more couples.

>C: Text Dyna and bring her something to eat as payment…you did kind of stalk her to her home and unwittingly coax a fantastic massage out of her, so you want keep things equitable.

>D: Write-In

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>915540
>>B: Stick around the office and flip through some files…maybe you can find a lead on this Meta and stop them before they harm any more couples.

>>915540
>>B: Stick around the office and flip through some files…maybe you can find a lead on this Meta and stop them before they harm any more couples.

>>915540
>B: Stick around the office and flip through some files…maybe you can find a lead on this Meta and stop them before they harm any more couples.

>>915540
>B: Stick around the office and flip through some files…maybe you can find a lead on this Meta and stop them before they harm any more couples.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>915540
>Senpai used my restraunt suggestion

>No reaction images on my phone

>no one votes to comfort best Tabula Rasa

>A

We have super speed, im sure we can memorize the case files

In fact.

>Write in

Speed read the case files

>>915585
>Tabs usual order

General Tso's catfish
Boudin spring roll
Dirty fried rice for lunch the next day

>>915585
>>915624
>speed read ERRYTHANG
>grab tabbed browsing her favorite food on the way home

Ooh we could invite Dynamite over with a movie of her choice

It would be good for our friends to hang out together

>>915644
>>915585
You glance around the office, pausing before the threshold of the door. Albert went home early to start a Harry Potter marathon with his wife and kids, leaving you completely alone to close up. You see an opportunity and jump on it, sitting your bag by the door. You speed through the files on the recent murders at ridiculous speed, absorbing information as fast as your eyes will allow. There’s a common thread you didn’t see before…almost all of the friends and neighbors said that the suspects were wither quiet and withdrawn, like with the first pair, or put on a happy front, like in the last two. They were repressing things...if there’s a Meta involved, there’s no way that’s a coincidence.

Huh…in two of the testimonies, the suspects said they saw themselves reflected in the stranger’s eyes, but couldn’t offer any further details…wait…is your phone buzzing?

>(continued)

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>>915703
You grab your bag and fish out your phone, checking for messages and…oh, wow. One, two, three…*six* texts from Tabby...you’ve only been away from your phone for fifteen minutes, at most. You panic for a second, scrolling through the texts, reading from the first;

>Tabs, sent 7:56pm: Hey, Bee! What’re you up to? J

>Tabs, sent 7:59pm: Hey, just checking in, getting kinda worried. I’m fixing dinner, so don’t worry about picking something up! It’s my treat! ^_^

>Tabs, sent 7:04pm: Are you with her?

>Tabs, sent 7:09pm: I’m not mad if you are. I’m okay.

>Tabs, sent 7:11pm: Dinner’s almost ready. You’ll love it! :3

>Tabs, sent 7:13pm: Hurry home soon, I can’t wait to see you! <3

You finish reading the last one as your phone vibrates again, and you open the message; it’s a selfie of Tabby, wearing the panda hoodie you got her when you paid her to that park a few years back. She’s flashing you the victory sign and a goofy smile, her glasses fogged by the steam from the soup on the stove before her, also in the shot. She hasn’t worn that in years, that you know of. You kind of touched that she still has it…

Do you…

>A: Grab her favorite anyway, she can eat it tomorrow!

>B: Head on home. She’s being really sweet, and it would be rude to keep her waiting.

>C: Maybe reading about the case has you on edge, but you decide to (write-in)...

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>915752
>B: Head on home. She’s being really sweet, and it would be rude to keep her waiting.

Daaaamn girl needs to get off our clit, we're a superhero

>>915752
>B: Head on home. She’s being really sweet, and it would be rude to keep her waiting

>>915752
>A: Grab her favorite anyway, she can eat it tomorrow!

>>915752
>>>B: Head on home. She’s being really sweet, and it would be rude to keep her waiting.

>>915752
>B

>Bee: Hey Tab A, I'm on my way...

>Bee: are you sure you don't want your usual?

>Bee: First new clothes, now dinner

>Bee: I feel like I need to do something for you...

>Bee: I could pick up a movie?

>Bee: Nothing with slashers in it though

>Bee: Works been messed up today, tell you about it when I get home <3

>>915752
>>B: Head on home. She’s being really sweet, and it would be rude to keep her waiting.

>>915752
>her glasses fogged

Calling it now, shape shifter.

He was also the creeper at atticus office, which is why he was so very creepily interested in our fantastically minimal love life.

In my head, art has been on a few dates, but the idea that they are dates makes her drop all the spaghetti.

The concert, even factoring in the metahuman who tried to kill a sizable portion of the city, was STILL the most successful outing for her in years.

Not counting hanging out, which doesnt count. No matter how much Tab Key wishes it did.

>>915752
So are we allowed to notice Dyna's eyeshifting meta-ness yet, or is the headspace just not there?

Also
>Head on home, but stop and get her a nice gift that isn't food

>>915857
No-one has used any actions to ask her or investigate it, so not yet.

>>915784
>>915781
>>915775

Driving home to write more here shortly. Thanks for you participation! I'll be back in a bit, but do you have any comments or criticism so far?

>>916005
For somone writing about speedsters you post fairly slowly

Not that i mind, i understand work.

work is why i cant run a quest

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>>916005
Smiling as you type, you reply to each and every one of Tabby’s messages.

>Bee: Hey Tabs, I'm on my way...


>Bee: Are you sure you don't want your usual?


>Bee: First new clothes, now dinner


>Bee: I feel like I need to do something for you...


>Bee: I could pick up a movie?


>Bee: Nothing with slashers in it though.


>Bee: Works been messed up today, tell you about it when I get home. <3

Your finger hovers over the ‘send’ button on the last reply, eyes on the heart.

You tap the button, and it blossoms red on your screen. Rushing home so that her efforts won’t grow cold, you spy a small panda plush in the window of a toy shop, and leave money on the counter (plus tip) to stay on your way home.

Standing in front of your apartment door, you open it to the glorious smell of steamed vegetables and whatever fantastic things are in the soup she’s preparing. She rounds the corner of your shared pantry, and smiles widely as you approach, launching into a run towards you.

“Hey Tabs...you were pretty lone *oof*”

Impact of her hug knocks the air out of you, and her slender arms wind themselves around your back to pull you close, burying her face in your jacket.

“Welcome home, Bee. I missed you today.” she says, smiling up at you. She finally unwinds herself from you to go tend to dinner, rebuffing your offer of help.

“You do so much, Bee….sit, please? You deserve to relax.”

You decide to…

>A: Try and help anyway...it’d be nice to contribute.

>B: Sit down and talk to her while she works.

>C: Give her the little plush you got for her.

>D: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>916068
Haha, yeah, sorry about that. I feel bad, but the very next day after I started the quest, I have had to pull double-duty every day after that, and I have friends staying with me over the week, so its been nuts. >/blog

Thanks for following!

>>916245
>A: Try and help anyway...it’d be nice to contribute.

>>916245
>>B: Sit down and talk to her while she works.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>916245
>Dat casual happy homey feeling

>D

Stand behind her and rub her shoulders

"I do so much? Please, I would be a wreck if it weren't for you. Thanks for dinner, todays been crazy. Apparently theres some kind of shape shifting meta out there... sigh. Forget it, how was your day?"

Rolling for massage

>>916245
>>C: Give her the little plush you got for her.

>>916245
>A: Try and help anyway...it’d be nice to contribute.

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>>916245
>>916254
>>916295
>>916333

You pull up a chair next to the kitchen island and balance on it, watching her as she busies herself with sprinkling various ingredients, stirring the pot, and a host of other things...nah, you can’t just sit around and do nothing. You get up and, taking a cue from your new friend, settle your hands on Tabby’s shoulders and start to knead.

“Bee, you should si...ooooh wow.” Tabby’s posture practically melts under your touch. You swear if she could start to purr, she would.

Arching her spine and backing into you as you work the tension out of her slender, graceful shoulders, she snuggles up to you.

“I never know you could do this~” she shudders as a pleasant chill runs down her back.

“Um...Tabby, the spoon is…”

“Wha? Oh, shoot!”

The spoon slips underneath the soup’s surface as Tabby tries in vain to grab it, her body too relaxed to make an effective effort. “Hold on, I’ll scrounge up another spoon from the pantry.

“Okay, I….wait. No, Bee wait, I…!”

“I’ve got it, Tabs, you work hard enough, as…” you pause when you open the pantry door and your foot nudges something soft. You look down.

Your mind reels.

NO.

Tabby, blood down her right arms, glass shards scattered around her as she lays on the floor in the dark of the pantry. She’s dressed in the same clothes you saw her in this morning, her breathing, thank god she’s breathing, is pained and fitful.

You whirl around to face whoever it is that’s in your kitchen, and not-Tabby is standing by the pot of boiling water as it foams over the side, tears running down her face and a knife held limply in her hands.

“W-why did you have to go and *ruin* it, Bee? I just w-wanted to pamper you, and now it’s *ruined*...I’m so sorry, Bee…” she shuffles towards you, her body racked with sobs as she advances with the blade…your mind racing with fear, you feel like you’re going to be sick as tears start to cloud your eyes, too...that thing let you *touch* it, let you feel what you feel for Tabby towards its insult of a form...You have to do something...

>A: Whatever this monstrosity is, you are going to *END* it. Crush its face in at top speed, then make sure that Tabby is okay.

>B: Attempt to knock out the impostor, and then check on your real best friend, she might be hurt, or worse.

>C: Attempt to reason with whatever this...thing....is. Maybe it’s tied to Tabby in some way?

>D: Write-in

YOU HAVE CONTROL

>>916400
>A: Whatever this monstrosity is, you are going to *END* it. Crush its face in at top speed, then make sure that Tabby is okay.
I mean. We are pretty angry right now.

>>916400
A. I've kind of got a bad feeling about it, but it still seems like the most realistic and proper reaction, especially given how strongly we apparently feel for Tabs, so go for it.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>916400
B

>>916400
>B: Attempt to knock out the impostor, and then check on your real best friend, she might be hurt, or worse.

If this is the Meta in question they have more to answer for than just Tabs

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>916451
Yknow what

Fuck it. This bastard hurt our Taboo.

Changing to
>A

But steal its heads kinetic energy to prevebt it from elastically deforming to absorb the blow.

>>916482
I don't think we have that level of control yet, to not only steal energy from objects and manipulate them but to try to deal with the various molecules of the object and prevent it from naturally deforming. We can barely even use our kinetic abilities on organic matter at all due to its complexity.

>>916491
Hopefully we will be able to develop the use on organic matter soon. It could potentially be VERY useful at higher stages.

>>916491
Ah true that. Even if it just prevents her head from snapping back the inelastic collision will be much more devastating.

The difference between hitting a deer and a wall is pretty extreme

Of course theres every chance we will fuck up our hand horribly, but we can heal that

>>916504
Yep

Momentum lock is something i desperately want

>>916400
>B: Attempt to knock out the impostor, and then check on your real best friend, she might be hurt, or worse.
help friend first, deal with freak later.

also not sure how good of an idea it is to use our powers out of costume. Might come back and bite us in the ass.

>>916520
Both will be helping friend. It's just about how you deal with the impostor.

>>916529
yeah it's just priorities. deal with freak first or help Tabby first then focus on freak? That is the question.

>>916400
>B: Attempt to knock out the impostor, and then check on your real best friend, she might be hurt, or worse.

>>916512
Duly noted.

Writing now, by the way.

According to my count, A and B are tied. Waiting for tiebreaker or combo of the two.

>>916584
just combo it so we can continue.
What would that mean? Kill and then quickly check up?

>>916603
Agreed

>>916584
>A?

You okay OP?

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>>916400
You surge forward, riding the lightning to bring your fist directly into the jaw of the abomination. You swing, your knuckles colliding with her cold face as she crumples. Twists. Bends. Screeches. Shatters.

Explodes.

She explodes into a torrent of mirror shards, the assault more gut-wrenching than any you had suffered at the hands of Doctor Snow. You look down, breathing hard, trying your best to stay conscious, given the shards spearing through the front of your extremities and out the other. Stumbling over to Tabby, her fitful sleep has turned into a seizure of agony, whimpers of pain escaping her lips. Someone starts clapping behind you.

“Well done, Flywheel well done...clearly speedsters are so wonderfully capable of ruining things, as your friend said.” Evan Spiegel strides out of Tabby’s room, her diary in his and, bookmarked as he snaps it shut.

“What have you done? WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Your voice breaks, cradling Tabby’s fragile body in your arms, tightening your grip around her shoulders to stop her from hurting herself.

“Everyone in this world hides behind a mask, yes they do.” he calmly replies, letting the book of her innermost thoughts tumble to the floor. “I am true to myself, above all else. When my Mirrors are freed from their hosts, they act on pure ego, allowing themselves to really and truly *feel*, yes. You should have just waited, Flywheel. She would have shown you *such* a lovely time.”

You want to gather every ounce of you power to wipe that serene smile off his face, but Tabby shudders again in your arms. You hold her closer to you.

“How do I fix her?! Answer me!”

“Fix her? Give her what she wants. When people are honest with themselves and others, then they can be free from their suffering. It’s a beautiful thing, really.” he says, glasses reflecting your own tear-streaked anguish.

You….you don’t know what to DO. Your mind races, heart feeling like it’s about to implode from the pain of seeing your best friend in agony. What can you do to end this?

>Write-in (roll 1d100)

YOU ARE (NOT) IN CONTROL

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>916825

Kiss the girl

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>916825

Kiss the girl

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>916825
Cradle Tabitha in our bleeding arms, crying for the first time in years.

"No, no, no please wake up, please Tabitha I- I cant do this alone. I need you- I- oh god just please wake up."

Use shattered arms to pull her against us ignoring the pain, nothing we feel is as bad as losing her.

>>916847
>>916884
Okay that is absolutely, inappropriately, hilarious.

>>916924
Given who you're fighting, I lost my mind when I saw double.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>916911
Supporting

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>>916825
>>916884
>>916911
>>916976

You cradle Tabitha in you bleeding arms, tears clouding your eyes for the first time in years.


"No, no, no please wake up, please Tabitha I- I can’t do this alone. I need you- I- oh god just please, *please* wake up."


Your shattered arms pull her to your chest gingerly the pain just a dull ache in the back of your mind….nothing you feel, nothing you could ever feel could surpass the terror of losing her. Leaning down to her, you shakingly press your lips to her forehead, and start to cry.

“Please, Tabs….I love you...please don’t leave me…”

“...Bee?”

Your eyes fly open to see Tabby looking blearily at you, her eyes widening as they dart over your wounds. “...Bee, oh my God, what happened?! Why are you…?”

“Bravo, you two, bravo indeed, yes.” Spiegel claps once again, the sound grinding against your brain. You...you're seeing double...triple...multiples of Spiegel start to emerge from behind him, all perfect duplicates, shimmering slightly before they eave him.

"But you have yet to achieve perfect acceptance of yourselves, as I have." He continues, with a smile spreading across his...*their* lips. "My personal Mirrors are all of one mind...I know what I am, and I have learned to love myself because of it."

Tabby’s fingertips, despite being bloodied herself, shake as they reach out uselessly against the shards in your arms. “Bee, your eyes, how are you…”

You can feel the lighting surging through every nerve, every cell of your broken body. The glass shards begin to vibrate out of your body, clattering to the floor. Your tissues start to stitch themselves back to gather in response to the wellspring of power erupting inside you.

You settle Tabby down, leaning her back against the wall. You turn to face Spiegel, the profane Mirror Master adjusting his glasses in tandem with his clones.

"...Bee? You're hurt! What are you doing!?"

>HP: 72%
>KR: 56%

You have no idea.

But you're going to make damn sure it's going to HURT.

>Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>917098
Same principle as the reaction to the Pied Piper, except the goal of the frequency we're aiming for is to shatter the glass they're made out of

>>917098
We should probably get Tab somewhere safe first, then find a tool (like a baseball bat) and start going to town on the clones

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>917098
>Grab the swear jar sitting on the counter

>use hyper speed coupled with small bursts of Kinetic resevoir to send a quarter through each of the reflections.

These things damage us when we hit them, but quarters feel no pain.

>then grab the mirror master, open the window, and hang him out of it.

"How did you know who and were I was? "

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>>917190
>>917132
>>917155
>>917098

ou snatch Tabby’s swear jar off the counter, the world slowed to little more than a crawl. Lucky for you and your foul mouth, you have plenty of ammo you tear the lid off, and the quarters scatter before freezing in mid-air. You take aim...tuck your arms for what you’re about to to...and fire.

A flurry of explosive punches sends the quarters hurtling at the clones Spiegel summoned, and you let time catch up with you.

The sound is as deafening as it is gratifying. Clones to turn to shards, shards to gems, gems to sand. You smell smoke, and realize the sheer force of your assault turned each projectile into molten metal.

Mirror Master’s smile never wavers, even when he finds himself dangling by the ankle over busy Central City street, several blocks from your apartment. You’re done messing around.

“How did you know where I was...or *who* I am, for that matter?” you demand through gritted teeth.

“You’re as impressive as he said.” He’s avoiding the question. “Have you learned your lesson yet, my dear?”

You let your grip slacken, slipping him a few inches from your grasp...damn him, why isn’t he *afraid?*

“Who sent you? Whose sick mission has you hurting my best friend?! GIVE ME A NAME!”

“Vector.”

You let out a breath.

“His name is Vector. He is your end, just as you will be His beginning.”

He smiles up at you, putting his thumb and forefinger in a snapping position.

“You lesson is nearing it’s end, my sweet. Time’s running faster than you.”

He snaps, and his ankle shatters like so much fragile glass, sending his false body tumbling to the streets below.

You stand, shaking on the roof of a building you picked at random, the cold winds of Central City making your wounds ache. You just want this to stop...you want to go home…

..but you know that somewhere, Spiegel is out there.

So is Vector.

>(LEVEL UP)

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>>917290

Choose One of the Following, or Level Up one of your current powers:

>(NEW): Phase-Through. You may now pass through walls at the cost of 5% of KR meter per wall.

>(NEW): Flywheel Turnabout: Can use 50% of meter as a counter-attack to take half damage from an attack, reflecting the attack on the offender.

>West’s Wit, Lvl. 2: Gain greater bonuses is social situations. Write-ins now allow Bee to have advantage on older social moves.

>Pickpocket, Lvl. 2: You can now drain the power of an entire living body at a time. Gains are low, but brief paralysis ensues in affected targets.

>>917357
By 'older social moves', I mean it's easier for Bee to enact unlikely things in social situations.

>>917357
>pickpocket

Anti speedster choice

Plus it has,great utility

>>917357
>>Pickpocket, Lvl. 2: You can now drain the power of an entire living body at a time. Gains are low, but brief paralysis ensues in affected targets.

>>917365
You have no idea how tempting that is.

>>917357
>You can now drain the power of an entire living body at a time. Gains are low, but brief paralysis ensues in affected targets.
I like how we're building a speedster thief hero. It just makes me smile for some reason.

>>917357
>Phase-Through. You may now pass through walls at the cost of 5% of KR meter per wall.

>>917357
>Pickpocket, Lvl. 2: You can now drain the power of an entire living body at a time. Gains are low, but brief paralysis ensues in affected targets.

>>917357
>>West’s Wit, Lvl. 2: Gain greater bonuses is social situations. Write-ins now allow Bee to have advantage on older social moves.

Welp time to force Tablet to move in with Paradyne.

For her safety

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>>917408
>>917412
>>917390
>>917384

>PICKPOCKET Level 2 INSTALLED

~~~Later~~~
“Tabs, I’ll be fine in the morning, you don’t…ow!”

“Oh, God, I’m sorry, I...there’s just so *much.*” she winces, gingerly wrapping soaked bindings around your arms. It’s three in the morning, and you’re so very tired.

You watch her work in silence. You both know neither of you are safe here, but the question of where to go, or what to do remains unspoken.

“Tabby, about what happ…”

“Please no…” she whimpers, shrinking her hands away from you at your words, her face blushed with fear and embarrassment "I'm so sorry..."

You just...should you say something? Do something? You don't have energy for much, but you can manage at least *something* before your body fails you.

>A: Talk to her, it’s something you need to hash out, and things get buried again. It’s been under the surface for years…it can’t hang over your head anymore (Write-in).

>B: Stay quiet about it, but accompany her to bed. There’s no way in hell you’re letting her out of your sight, not after...not after almost losing her.

>C: Check on Dyna...you get the creeping feeling that Tabby isn’t the only person this ‘Vector’ will target.

>D: Write-in

You are so very tired...but you’re in control...

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>>918029
Going to bed, but I'll start writing again. Since we are nearing the end of this chapter, Shall we start the next part in the same thread?

Also, comments and questions are more than welcome. Sorry for the slow updates, work is a beast, but I'm really enjoying how you all are shaping the story so far.

>>918082
*I'll start writing again in the morning, I mean. Bee isn't the only one who's out of it, clearly.

>>918029
>You just...should you say something? Do something? You don't have energy for much, but you can manage at least *something* before your body fails you.

>Take her face in our hand
"Hey, girl. Tabby cat. Listen. I'm super worried. That guy... I went over a bunch of files for my boss and the people he targets... they're either super antisocial or they're hiding the sadness with a smile. Tabitha, please. Be honest with me, what's eating you?"
>HUG THE SHIT OUT OF HER
"I can't do this without you!"

>>918126
Supporting

>>918029
>A

Pull the Tablett into bed in a hug. It would be sit up and hug, but the arms dont extend so well.

"Tabitha. What he said. I don't know how much was true, and how much was, you know, supervillian lies."

Feel her nice hair and the warmth of her body, somehow closer than it used to be.

"I mean I think i would have noticed if you wanted to stab me. Heh well I MIGHT have noticed. But anyway I wanted to ask. So do you... like me? I meam obviously you like me, but do you..."

Turn as red as our blood loss will allow

"Like me, like me? Um, like 'that'"?

Tab First Of That Name answers.

"Oh"

Fall asleep holding the Tabsolute

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>918418
Honestly though I am scared as shit for our Dynasty. We need to call ger first thing. And convince tAbs to maybe move.

Oh... oh fuck. Spiegel knew her name.

Dyna Bivolo, he fucking told us he knew her THE SECOND WE MET HIM.

>D,C WAKE UP RIGHT NOW.

We need to check on Dynaris mother of dragons.

Rolling to BE AWAKE.

>>918029
>C: Check on Dyna...you get the creeping feeling that Tabby isn’t the only person this ‘Vector’ will target.

>>918029
This: >>918126
with
>>C: Check on Dyna...you get the creeping feeling that Tabby isn’t the only person this ‘Vector’ will target.

>>918029
>>C: Check on Dyna...you get the creeping feeling that Tabby isn’t the only person this ‘Vector’ will target.

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>>918126
>>918254
>>918418
>>918454

You reach out with trembling hands, and take her chin in your palm, lifting her face to meet your eyes. “Tabby...Tabby-cat.” you begin, your old high-school nickname for her prompting a weak smile, “Listen to me. I read about that guy when I was at work, and the people he targets...they’re either super antisocial or...they’re hiding something, something that’s hurting them, and they hide it behind a smile.”

Tabby’s bottom lip begins to tremble as you muster the will to continue, scooting closer so that you and she are sitting side-by-side on your bathroom floor. Your left hand finds her left shoulder, and you pull her closer. She’s still shivering, but her warmth is welcome.

“What he said, I don’t know how much of it was true, and how much was supervillain bullshit...I like to think I would know if you wanted to stab me...Tabs, I need us to be honest with each other. I can’t do this without you...I may be Flywheel, but she’s nothing without her Tabby-cat.”

“...love you…”

Her voice is so faint that you barely even hear it from where her face is nestled into your chest. Your face starts to go as red as your massive blood loss will allow, your mind turning with what to do. She takes the initiative for you, pushing herself away from you and slipping her glasses off her button nose.
“I love you, Bee.”

Her blue eyes are locked with yours, no trace of tears left in her eyes. You weakly try to form your next question.

“You...I...since when have you…?”

“Since that.” she replies, nodding into the living room where the shreds of the panda hoodie lay in tatters on the floor.

“I...never knew how you’d react, and I...I didn’t want to put that burden on you, so I just...I just stayed quiet...I hoped that being there for you would be enough, even if you found...s-someone else to be with...I mean, Dyna, she...I can’t compete, and I don’t want to if she makes you happy...I can still smell her perfume on you, b-but that’s okay...”

You...you never realized...you feel like such an *idiot*, so many things you had said throughout the years take on new meaning, and how it could have hurt her.

“But right here, right now? I don’t want to be someone...something that gets in your way. I don’t want to be a weakness for you, I...I *love* you too much to drag you down. I can leave, my Mom has a friend I can stay with and...I mean, it’s...it’s up to you…”

Her words trail off weakly. You realize what you say and do next will have irrevocable consequences.

>Write-in (Roll 1d100 for success. Highest number or greatest average of same responses decides how you handle this.

You are in control...for better or worse.

>(contacting Dyna will occur shortly after this outcome)

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>918797
>KISS THE GIRL

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>>918801
There are no words you can say, not anymore. Just a single action of acceptance as you reach forward, taking her chin in your hand and guiding her lips to yours. Your first kiss.

Her eyes go wide, then flutter closed as she gingerly embraces you, her warm arms pulling you both closer than you’ve ever been.

Time slows.

There’s no rush of speed, no lightning coursing through your veins. Just you, and her, and warmth. That’s all you need. She pulls back, glasses forgotten by her side, eyes aglow with wonder.

“I...y-you…” she stammers, eyes searching your face for meaning. You simply smile.

“D-does this mean you want me to...to stay?” She asks, wincing a little.

You laugh, pulling her close.

“Remember what I said, Tabs? We’ll get through this, by each other’s side, yeah?”

Curling up against you, she turns to meet your eyes and nods in affirmation, a delirious smile on her lips. Tears begin to well in her eyes...but they’re tears borne of an emotion far removed from sadness, regret or fear.

Quite the opposite.

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>>918838
Lying in bed, spooning Tabby’s petite form as she wiggles to get closer to your body heat, you fire off a quick message to Dyna explaining what just happened as succinctly as possible, finding your phone slipping out of your hands as soon as you press ’send.’

You vision starts to fade as you listen to the rise and fall of Tabby’s breathing, but your phone buzzes...you weakly grab for it and squint as your eyes adjust to the brightness of the screen.

>:Dyna: Gonna call in a sec someones knoking at my door.

Your blood runs cold.

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>>918841
Your blood runs cold.

No, no more.

You RUN, surging into the suit Tabby made for you as you race down the streets of Central City, and you realize that she’s sewn a new emblem into the chest; it’s a golden Flywheel, striking against your jet-black costume, and the realization makes you run even harder.

Dyna’s door shatters as you dash through it and emerge in her living room, the cacophony of wooden splinters showering her hallway is distant sound as you take in the scene. Glass shards litter the ground, as Spiegel backs up against the wall.

The shadows follow him.

>(continued)

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>>918851

Dyna step forwards from the kitchen, eyes blacker than the darkest night as the ombre tendrils lift off the floor and wind around Spiegel’s throat.

“How dare you try and use your powers on me you little shit-stain, we had a deal and YOU BROKE THE SCHEDULE!” she bellows, dozens of spear-tipped onyx tendrils snaking towards his expressionless face. He offers a mirthless chuckle.

“You were compromised, Raider. Vector has a sequence, and you broke it by falling for…”

“SHUT IT. Your boss said he could bring my brother back, and put everything back the way it was, but after months of planning, he’s done absolutely...fucking...NOTHING! I’m tired of waiting and…it’s just idiotic to make her suffer when your boss could take what he needs whenever he...why does she need to be hurt? I don’t...”

She falters, her tendrils drooping, prompting a sneer to spread across Spiegel’s face.

“You’re being honest with yourself, yes you are. Isn’t the conflict lovely? But Miss Artemisa is key to the plan to get your brother back, indeed. But ask yourself this, which is more important? You dead departed brother, or s flash-in-the-pan red-haired whore who doesn’t even realize you’re wet for…”

The lances annihilate his form, the explosion of glass shards dampened, devoured by Dyna’s powers. She hasn’t even noticed you as you witness her eyes go the color of bright, fresh blood, her shadows dissipating immediately as her red lamp suddenly goes flying across the room of its own accord.

“GODDAMMIT, JUST DIE YOU SHIT!” she screams, a rage-filled cry that’s layered over with dozens, if not hundreds of other voices. Dyna….she was the one in that alley Friday night. You’ve seen her victims, torn to shreds...what do you do?

>A: She still hasn’t noticed you, stay out of sight and watch her for a minute.

>B: Confront her in costume.

>C: Quickly change out of costume, then confront her.

>D: Write-In

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>918853
>>A: She still hasn’t noticed you, stay out of sight and watch her for a minute.

>>918853
>A: She still hasn’t noticed you, stay out of sight and watch her for a minute.

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>>918853
>>918863
>>918889

Dyna’s eyes glow a strange, translucent silver, the shards on the ground gathering to form a shattered sphere that her powers grind to dust as she leaves and walks back to the kitchen. You bolt to her closet, hiding in the darkness and peeking into the kitchen through the slats in the door. She’s standing over her own body, her real self in the same situation that Tabby found herself just an hour or two before. You feel your stomach turn.

“Useless.” The duplicate mutters, kicking her true form’s head, making it loll to the side. The duplicate turns to walk back in the living room, then pauses, her eyes flickering between a myriad of colors before finally settling on gold. She grits her teeth, a look of insane fury contorting her beautiful features into a mask of contempt.

You feel the emblem on your suit begin to tug forwards.

HP: 80% /// KP: 52%

>A: Resist and fight (1d100, write-in attack directives)

>B: Concede and explain (Wally’s wit option, 1d100 write-in)

>C: Flee back to Tabby (roll 2d100)

>D: Write in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>918891
>A: Resist and fight (1d100, write-in attack directives)
Steal the total kinetic energy, then work with gravity

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>918891
>>B: Concede and explain (Wally’s wit option, 1d100 write-in)
"Hey, hey, listen! I don't want to fight! I need to know who Vector is so I can put a stop to all this bullshit!"

then sheepishly, "I, uh... can't bring your brother back, but I can, you know, be here for you."

>>918898
>>918903
Awaiting tie-breaker before proceeding. Both options are successes.

Come on, Anons. Take the hug way out!

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>918891
>A: Resist and fight (1d100, write-in attack directives)
don't really attacker just yet. Just dodge and ask one question.

Why?

>>918930
Anon, I'm very disappoint in you.
>Instead of voting B I'll really halfass A

>>918940
It was going to be a writ in but fuck it, this has been held up long enough. Now I'm going to bed, see you in a few hours.

>>918943
I'd rather see a good vote than
>I'll vote to attack, BUT DON'T ATTACK YET

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>918891
>>B: Concede and explain (Wally’s wit option, 1d100 write-in)
"Hold up! Let's go after this slimeball, then Vector. You've seen me work. I get results."

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>>918898
>>918903
>>918930
>>918957

You feel the tug, and you pull back with your powers, feeling the immense power drain from Dyna’s doppelganger's efforts to fling you towards her.

>KR: 67%

She wants you to come to her? Sure thing. You rocket out of the closet space, shattering the awaiting tendrils as you come to a halt between Dyna’s real body and the insane form of her ego manifested as material.

“I just have one question, Dyna; why?” you demand, standing your ground between the two versions of your friend.

“Because I hate what they did to my brother, and I’m going to do *anything*, go to *any* length to get him back, Flywheel! Nothing else matters! Don’t play hero and try to tell me you wouldn’t do the same for your precious pet!” she snarls, eyes flickering as her gaze darts around the kitchen, trying to plan her next attack.

“Then let me *help* you, Dyna! You’ve seen what I can do, you *know* I can get results. We can go after Vector together and get justi...gah?!”

Her eyes settle on silver, a flurry of blades cutting across the space and burying themselves in your back. You let loose a scream of agony, struggling to remain upright.

>HP: 59% /// KR: 76%

“You don’t bring justice, Flywheel Vector took Snow’s life from her after you spared her. He killed Rathaway when he had served his purpose, and you let him get away. You’d just do the same to the people responsible, but Vector...He can get results that MATTER, Busy Bee.”

He eyes go dark, the shadows in the kitchen deepening. You hear a whimper from behind you, and Dyna...the real Dyna...begins to twitch.

“Please...no, she doesn’t…” she breathes, before her furious double screams over her.

“SHUT UP, YOU USELESS BITCH! You’re too damn soft, that’s why he died! He died because You didn’t want to go to that concert alone! He saved you, and you killed him you idiot! It should have been YOU who died, not HIM!”

The tendrils shudder, losing some of their tension...she’s trying to resist, but Dyna’s fighting her unrestrained Id in an effort to give you a chance to help...do you…

>A: Use your stored power to unleash a devastating blow to destroy the clone completely...you hope (KR Cost :75%)

>B: Carry Dyna’s body to safety, try and escape (roll 1d100).

>C: Try one last time to reason with Dyna, addressing Dyna’s real body directly...choose your words carefully…[Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]

>D: Write-in.

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>918977
>>C: Try one last time to reason with Dyna, addressing Dyna’s real body directly...choose your words carefully…[Wally’s Wit Option, roll 1d100]
"Dyna, listen! I want to help, and hurting people isn't going to help anyone! It's not my fault that VECTOR is KILLING everyone that I've SPARED! Help me help you bring him to justice!"

>hug real Dyna, and get in between her and fake Dyna.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>918977
>c
Please stop this. Everyone you kill is someones brother, sister, son or daughter. All your doing is taking your pain and multiplying it by thousands. Misery may love company, but it WONT bring your brother back, and neither will Vector. If he killed frost, and rathaway, what makes you think he will hold up his end of the bargain? You cant trust vector, but you CAN trust me. Trust me to stop Vector, trust me to be there for you, trust me. Because if there is a way to bring your brother back, I will find it, and I WILL do it. And all of it will be easier if your by my side dynamite. Please, Vector had a chance to prove himself, give me that same chance.

>>919006
>>918992
Our words, impressive
Our rolls, shit

>>918992
>>919006
Words count for a lot when I QM, so we'll see how it fares.

Writing now.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>918977
>C
Cause 3 is a nice number

>>919014
To be completely honest i am still pulling for dyna, bee, and tabs in a hot lesbian threesome.

Its the best way to reform villians

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>>918992
>>919006
>>919038

You collapse to your knees, cradling the real Dyna in your arms as you whisper to her, ignoring the clone even as it strides forward to finish you, shadows roiling in it’s wake.

“Please stop this, Dyna. Everyone you kill is someone’s brother, sister, son or daughter. All your doing is taking your pain and multiplying it by thous....Aargh!”

A black spearpoint lances out from the darkness, stabbing your arm...

>HP: 46%

..but your grip on your friend stays true, and you continue to speak directly.

“Misery may love company, but it *won’t* bring your brother back, and neither will Vector! If he killed frost, and rathaway, what makes you think he will hold up his end of the bargain? You can’t trust Vector, but…”

Another blade strikes, the clone is screaming at you, but you tune out her words and focus on what matters; Dyna. Your words waver as you start to grow colder…

>HP: 22%

“...B-but you CAN trust me. Trust me to stop Vector, trust me to be there for you, trust *me.* Please, Vector had a chance to prove himself, give me that same chance. Judge all you want…”

The spears form into a lance of terrible power, whirring with force as the thing screams incoherently at you and her source. The blade comes…

“...but do it by my side, Dyna.”

Silence.

You hear the screeching, but keep your eyes focused on Dyna and guarding her body with yours as the Mirror’s screams turn into a symphony of broken glass and dancing shards of her being.

A pair of bright eyes, gently swirling with a spectrum of breath-taking colors, look deep into yours.

“...n-needy much, Busy Bee?” she smiles weakly, a thin trickle of blood oozing down her lips.

>A: Hug her, and take her back to your place. There's no way you're letting anyone else you care about out of your sight.

>B: Smile, say she needs to get somewhere safe, and try to work out a plan.

>C: Get her to a hospital,you need to make sure she’s okay.

>D: Write-In

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>919050
You're making good strides towards that outcome, if you all keep doing what you're doing.

>>919064
I don't want a hot threesome. I want a stable, realistic poly relationship that helps the three of them get past the serious problems that life has given them.

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>>919069
HFW this is everything Bee has ever wanted but never knew.

>>919052
>A

"Sorry Dyna-mite, but yeah Im a bit needy"

Pick her up and help each other out of here.


Everyone in my bed where i can keep an eye on you.

>>919052
>>A: Hug her, and take her back to your place. There's no way you're letting anyone else you care about out of your sight.

>>919081
She doesn't have to be, she could be bi and just have these two amazing partners that she doesn't want to lose. It's one of the reasons that I enjoy some of the content on /qst/.

People have a very large assortment of representation and a vast majority of the ones that I find to have good writing have more than what popular media depicts.

>>919052
Also, I forgot to say the I vote for
>A: Hug her, and take her back to your place. There's no way you're letting anyone else you care about out of your sight.
Especially if we are to go to the hospital, then we should bring Tabby with us as well.

>>919052
>>A: Hug her, and take her back to your place. There's no way you're letting anyone else you care about out of your sight.

>>919098
I agree. It was one of the things that first brought me to /qst/. It's like this board is a bastion of expression and diversity in the sea of...well, everything 4chan usually stands for.

>>919108
Like, seriously. Just look at the fucking holy grail that is Dungeon Life Quest. Vox made a stable, loving, and realistically growing polygamous relationship without any of the pitfalls most writers find themselves in, while also doing subtle commentary on the real world and its problems. In addition, the characters have realistic goals, actions, and motivations. Even the villains of the plot, with some of them being people who were misled, like Dyna and the Daughter, or followed out of a code of honor, like the Baron or Piper, or just straight up terrible scum, like the Vinter.

While you aren't a DLQ level piece yet, you definitely show the potential to do so.

>>919108
Look not every board is /pol/

But one does have to have a thick skin.

>>919098
It just seems believable that Bee would like those two.

>>919128
Read DLQ, seemed to lack challenge. At least in the first part it was "everything gets huger" and giving the players everything on a silver platter.

Maybe it got better.

>>919140
Where did you get to? Honestly, a lot of the stuff that Vox did makes sense, since there were a lot of good rolls, and he punished you badly when you didn't make it.

You might enjoy some of SOMNIUS' stuff, like Earthbender quest.

>>919086
>>919093
>>919108
>>919108

Despite you racing out of Dyna’s place with her held tight in your arms, she’s already asleep by the time you’re back at your apartment. You settle her slender, graceful frame in your bed, and get in yourself, tossing your domino mask on the night stand. You wrap your arms around Tabby and Dyna both, and sleep overtakes you in the warmth between them.

~~~

Your eyes squint open in the sunlight, as the details of Saturday night trickle back into your brain. You get up, careful to...wait.

Where are they?

>(continued)

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>>919162
In a jolt of panic, you race out into the living room, and find...them. Tabby busying herself in the kitchen, the telltale smell of eggs and bacon filling the air as Dyna taps away on your computer, eyes laser-focused on whatever she’s doing until they flick up to notice your entrance.

“Busy Bee, wassup? You slept like a rock.” she says with a wink as Tabby whirls around.

“Bee!” she says jubilantly, abandoning breakfast to run over and throw herself in your arms. You notice Dyna smiling as she strides over to pick up where Tabs left off.

“Are you okay?!” she asks, looking you over frantically. “Dyna told me what happened, I feel like such a doof for being asleep through all of …”

“I’m fine”, you reassure her, guiding her over to the table to sit, “Wounds all healed, see?”

You lift the top part of your uniform to just below chest level, showing her the scars, mending themselves even as her face goes beet red and she turns to the breakfast, realizing her haste. “O-oh, breakfast, I forgot to…”

“I got you, Pull Tab.” Dyna chuckles, flipping an omelette, as she coughs lightly “You had a hell of a night, let me take over for a sec. I’ve just been dicking….*cough*...dicking around online since you woke up, s’least I can do.”

Something occurs to you.

“Wait, how did you unlock my…”

“Oh, I told her!” Tabby pipes up cheerfully, oblivious at your look of protest and Dyna’s laugh at witnessing it.

“Haha, cool it Bee, I didn’t go poking around. I just wanted to check and see what the news had to say about what happened last night. It looks like your boss and Professor Atticus are on the Meta-forensics side of things, they got there quick.”

Breakfast is ready, and the three of you settle on the couch to eat your hearty meal. You all eat in silence, all exhausted from the night before, the silence only punctuated by the sound of silverware on ceramic plates and Dyna’s intermittent coughing. Do you…
>A: Let it happen. You need the break before you go to work today, anyway. With what Doctor Albert and Atticus are working on, you’re sure there will be one busy day ahead of you.

>B: Bring up Mirror Master and Vector...you need info so you know exactly what you’re dealing with, and by extension...how to keep Dyna and Tabby safe.

>C: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>919167
>A: Let it happen. You need the break before you go to work today, anyway. With what Doctor Albert and Atticus are working on, you’re sure there will be one busy day ahead of you.

>>919167
>>>B: Bring up Mirror Master and Vector...you need info so you know exactly what you’re dealing with, and by extension...how to keep Dyna and Tabby safe.

>>919167
[Oh god please let her not have found the porn folders]

>A

More from not knowing exactly how to deal with the Tabulator and Dynasaur than anything. Plus exhaustion. And nervousness. OH GOD IS THIS A DATE?! THE CURSE...

turn slightly red and eat our heart shaped love food from our best friend who loves us and with our other friend who might love us and oh god am I gay? I mean they are girls right so Im gay. Am I gay?

>>919173
>>919194

You finish your breakfast before they do, and take their plates when you’re finished...it’s only fair. You can’t hear what they’re talking about over the running water and clanging of dishes, but Tabs and Dyna are talking animatedly about something, giving you occasional glance over the back of the couch.

“You gotta go to work today, girl? That sucks.” Dyna yells over to you, rising from the couch and coming over to dry your handiwork, Tabby hot on her heels.

“I was thinking of cancelling…” you admit, giving the raven haired girl a worried look, “...that cough doesn’t sound good.”

“I already scheduled an appointment with my Mom’s family physician for two o’clock today.” Tabby says with a smile, “Flywheel needs to keep up appearances.”

“Besides...there’s a lot I don’t know...about Vector.” Dyna says, hiding one eye behind her dark locks, looking at the floor as she speaks, “I...know he’s fast...like you. Maybe faster, but that’s just was the creep says, and who knows if he ever tells the truth?....H-hey, about the last few nights...”

She shuffles her feet as Tabby give you two some space, putting up the dishes and humming happily to herself.

“...I’m so sorry...I just...don’t like talking about stuff, and no-one ever really asked about...y’know, stuff about my brother. I didn’t mean to hurt you...either time.” She says, a pink blush spreading across her pale cheeks from her ears.

“It’s fine. *Seriously.*” You say, pulling her into your arms. She stiffens for a moment before relaxing against you.

“Thanks...I just...oh hey there~”

Tabby’s small form pulls all of you into a three-way hug-fest. "This feels nice, w-with both of you here...I feel *safe.*" Tabby says, sandwiching herself between the two of you, both much taller than she. You and Dyna share a smile over the brunette's messy bed-hair, and you get your things together.

They both wish you well on your way to work; Dyna, with a second, brief-but-tight hug, and Tabby, with an unexpected peck on your cheek. You shut the door to your apartment, and speed off to work.

>(continued)

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>>919219
“Miss Artemisa, Good Morning!” Atticus greets you with his usual boundless enthusiasm as you enter the CSI lab.

“Good Afternoon, Professor,” you correct him, prompting him to glance at his watch and mumble to himself, “Where’s Doctor Albert?”

“He’s about to have lunch with...oh, I guess that explains the time…”

“So, what’s been going on?” You play dumb, looking over the files of last night’s attack. “Another attack by our shape-shifting meta?”

“Indeed...and I’m afraid that your classmate...your friend, Dyna...has gone missing.” He says regretfully, a frown creasing his face.

“Oh my God.” You feign shock as best you can, and steady yourself on a nearby chair as you launch into analysis to keep the Professor from suspecting anything other than determination to catch the culprit. “We need to find who did this, and fast. What evidence is there? Is it the same M.O.?”

“Similar, but not quite.” he says, casting a concerned look your way and spreading a group of folder before you, in addition to a small bag of crystalline shards.

“Dyna didn’t appear to take anything with her, and there were clone shards scattered all around her apartment after what appears to be some sort of struggle.” he explains as he opens the folders, and shows you their contents; there are some phone and text records, stripped from her phone alongside a thick binder filled with notes.

“If you like, I haven’t gotten to read over those, so please tell me if you find anything relevant to our investigations if you would, Miss Artemisa.”

You glance over the items, before you, and your mind tries to piece it all together….

>A: Read over her texts...hey, she looked at your computer, it’s fair play, right?

>B: Look over her notes...maybe there’s something in there she forgot to tell you...

>C: Realize something else odd...(roll 1d100)

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>919330
>>C: Realize something else odd...(roll 1d100)

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>919330
>C: Realize something else odd...(roll 1d100)

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>>919336
>>919348

~~~The Reveal~~~


A slow, creeping chill works its way down your spine when it dawns on you.


“Professor Atticus?”

“Yes, Miss Artemisa?” he pleasantly replies, fiddling with some paperwork on Doctor Albert’s desk.

“How did you know they were ‘clone’ shards?”

The room falls silent.


He slowly turn to face you.


“Oh well.” He says, his jovial tone all but gone, replaced with an unsettling monotone. “I knew when I started that this could not last forever.”


You back away from him cautiously, summoning the speed force to fill your legs, coiled like springs and screaming to run.


“Professor Atticus, did Mirror Master touch you? We can get you help, Sir…I can…”


“Miss Artmisa, I am afraid that you are not as learned as you think yourself to be. But do not be afraid…”


The blast of his transformation nearly knocks to off your feet, your eyes struggling to adjust to…


Oh God.


It’s Him.

He’s Vector.

DO NOT LOSE HEART


Standing before you, you can see him, clearly. The tattered dark red of his suit, an emblem on the front that pulses with a sickly purple light, matched by the storm cloud of violet electricity that dances across his muscular frame. His eyes glow bright as he smiles at you.

I WILL TEACH YOU

>(continued)

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>>919362

“What *are* you?!” you gasp, your eyes straining to look at what Atticus has become…no. What he really is. He’s like an open sore, a festering blight that ruins the space around him just by existing. He is something very damaged, something so very *wrong.*

I AM THE BEGINNING OF THIS WORLD

YOU WILL BE ITS END

ALL WILL BE RECTIFIED

“Doctor Atticus, why are you…”

NO

The revulsion in his voice stabs into your brain like a thousand furious, acid-tipped needles.

ATTICUS IS THE NAME I TOOK WHEN I MADE THIS MISTAKE

IT IS A MASK

I WANT YOU TO KNOW ME

AS I KNOW YOU

WHEN I TEACH YOU HOW TO END THIS WORLD

Your legs are pleading with you to RUN. Just RUN, dammit!. He walks closer, letting you see the hatred and regret embedded deep in his angry blue eyes.

MY NAME

IS BARRY ALLEN

AND I AM THE FASTEST MAN ALIVE


A surge of viridian lightning knocks you off your feet. Regaining your bearings, you look around wildly…He’s gone, leaving you with a dull headache, the chill of fear, and the creeping fear that things are about to get much, much worse.

>SPEEDSTER QUEST – EPISODE THREE

>END

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>>919371
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

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>>919371
OH, SHIT

>>919383
>>919388
I'll be starting the next part here shortly. Thank you for everything so far! Questions and/or comments are, as always, quite welcome.

>>919395
keep doing what you're doing, I have never been this riveted for a quest thread.

>>919404
It's my pleasure. I never thought I would have such an awesome audience.

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>>919371
“That son of a bitch!” The hospital table dents with the force of Dyna’s fist, Tabby jumping in her seat by her bed from the shock.

“Dyna, calm down....we’ll get him.” you say, putting your hand on hers in an attempt to pacify her rage. Her flickering cinnabar eyes lock with yours, slowly draining into a placid, sea-foam green. Tabby gently pushes some food in front of Dyna, who tears into is hungrily, her anger subsided by the meal...for now. You turn to Tabby.

“What’d the doctors say?”

“Well…” she begins, casting a furtive glance at the slender girl in hospital clothes, which you amusingly realize is the brightest clothes you you’ve ever seen her wear, “...she has a concussion from her fall on the floor, I think...and a little bit of internal bleeding, which is still kind of a mystery…”

“It could be a side-effect of Spiegel’s ability is it’s used on a Meta-human.” You muse, Dyna pushing her plate away and putting her hand on Tabby’s leg, which startles her.

“Hey, could I get some water if you don’t mind, Doll~?” she asks with her best svelte tone, the barest bit of red blossoming in Tabby’s cheeks as she nods, running off to go find a faucet with decent water that doesn’t reek of chemicals. Dyna’s smile follows Tabby for as long as it take for her to disappear out the door, and then she turns back to you, serious as death.

“Take that girl on a damn date, you goof.” she says simply, folding her arms.

“I...what? But you’re…”

“Fine, with a bit of rest. What, you didn’t think I’d know that fast heals aren’t part-and-parcel of this whole powers thing? Tabby alluded to what happened before...you came over last night, and she left out enough to where a girl can fill in the blanks.”

It’s your turn to blush, casting your gaze aside, looking everywhere but her until the presses something into your hand. Wha...cash?

“To take her someplace nice. From me. I found it in my pants pocket when I was changing into these sickhouse rags” she replies to the confused look evident in your features, “...but you make sure she *knows* I’m treating you two. I gotta get me them brownie points if we’re going to be staying together, yeah?”

“I brought water!” Tabby cheers, rounding the corner with a whole blasted pitcher and three glasses.

You quickly stuff the bills into your pocket...you are pretty hungry, and you know Tabs hasn’t eaten, not since her light breakfast...what do you do?

>A: Take Tabby out for lunch. It might be good to talk with her alone and compare notes on what’s been happening.

>B: Send Tabby out to get you and Dyna something, you want to pick her brain about Vector.

>C: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>919371
Welp, that took a turn for the worse.

So help me god if that skinny little shit touches our girls...

Well theres a reason i want us to go full speed debuff/thief

Right now we have excellent ranged attack, and melee capability is part and parcel of being a speedster.

We just need durability, MOAR SPEED, and a few other powers

>>919512
>>A: Take Tabby out for lunch. It might be good to talk with her alone and compare notes on what’s been happening.

>>919512
>A

Oh god Dynamo is helping us achieve a stable relationship with both her and Tabuli.

>>919512
>A: Take Tabby out for lunch. It might be good to talk with her alone and compare notes on what’s been happening.

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>>919527
>>919529
>>919530

“Tabs, you wanna go grab some lunch?”

She looks first to you, and then to Dyna, who give her an affirmative nod and a smile. Packing her backs and looking her arm under yours, you look back at Dyna as you leave, who gives you two thumbs up.

Nerd.

~~~
It’s a Sunday afternoon at Ragin Genghis, so aside from the occasional pick up order, you and Tabby have your own little corner of the restaurant’s miniscule lobby all to yourselves. Tabby’s eyes light up with joy when the waiter brings you both her order of General Tso’s Catfish and a Boudin Spring Roll, and your own double helping of Dirty Fried Rice, which you plan on taking home for Tabby to have lunch between classes tomorrow.

“So...know that you’ve had some time to process...what’s on your mind?” You ask, watching as she thoughtfully chews on a slice of fish, pondering the recent events.

“...I’m glad Dyna’s with us, actually…” Her answer throws you off guard, “...I could tell...feel, really, that she was dealing with some stuff when we were at the concert...and not just Piper’s peeps. I don’t know, she...she had the same kind of look on her face that I had when Dad died, and Mom went right back to dating before she found Tom.”

“Do you think we can trust her? She was on Vector’s...Attic...gah, this Barry guy’s side, after all.” you reply, testing the waters. Her reply is immediate, and as kind as you’ve known since middle school.

“Yes.” she says, stuffing her face with another too-big bite and somehow swallowing it whole to continue her thought, “She was never on Vectors’ side, Bee...he offered her something, and she was hurt enough to believe it could happen. I think we’ve all been there...I know I have…”

You mull over what she’s said as you eat your rice in silence, thinking of what to ask next…

>A: Ask her about what she thinks you all should do next, about Vector and Spiegel..the knowledge that they’re both still at large gnaws at you...

>B: Ask her if she’s okay with Dyna staying with you both...you think you know the answer is a yes, but you want to know more.

>C: Ask her if she knows of any good places to hide out while you look into how to stop your foes.

>D: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>919629
>>B: Ask her if she’s okay with Dyna staying with you both...you think you know the answer is a yes, but you want to know more.

segue into
>>C: Ask her if she knows of any good places to hide out while you look into how to stop your foes.

>>919629
>>C: Ask her if she knows of any good places to hide out while you look into how to stop your foes.

>>919629
>B: Ask her if she’s okay with Dyna staying with you both...you think you know the answer is a yes, but you want to know more.
Segue into
>C: Ask her if she knows of any good places to hide out while you look into how to stop your foes.

we seriously need to figure out who and what Dyna actually is, other than a sweet girl who is giving us very confusing feelings. Really, all we know so far is that she has vague shadow powers and something happened to her brother.

>>919629
>B

We will probably have to move, but this barry guy bas us at a disadvantage.

Also, I gotta say I'm loving the revel that Vector is Barr Allen. Since this is supposed to be a variation of the DC universe, I can see something speed/time/fabric-of-reality related having gone wrong in the "main" DC universe, which would fit with his ranting about him being the beginning of this world and us, another speedster, being its end. Not that we should anyways, but based on how he's been portrayed so far I think he too far gone from the cannon Barry for us to try to use that as a base for reasoning or interacting with him, though.

Based on what Bee has seen so far, I think he's going to be hell to deal with. We're FAST, but a full-powered Barry Allen practically IS the Speed Force. He can be here, theretc, and everywhere in between, running through a thousand variations of a scenario in the time it takes us to just think of an action.

This is gonna be gud.

>>919629
B, seguing into A.

>>919635
>>919639
>>919643
>>919671

“Do you think it’s a good idea to....to let her stay with us...for now, I mean.”

She puts her fork down on her plate and her chin in her hands studying your eyes with her luminous azure ones, taking a long moment before replying.

“I think it wouldn’t be like you to not...I kind of like her, even if she is kinda judgy….what’s so funny?” she raises a thin brown eyebrow as you chuckle.

“Nothing, it’s just...an inside joke, is all...hey, what’s that face for?”

Her face wears a mixture of melancholy and worry on her soft features, as she struggles to form the question that slowly works it way off her lips.

“I...I know y-you...like her, like...like-her-like-her, like you do me. A-and that’s okay, you know? I want you to be happy, and...I’ve never seen you like when you’re with her, and I can t-tell that she makes you happy...like I do, but d-different, kind of...if that makes sense.”

She’s clearly uncomfortable as she quickly segues to a related topic.

“A-anyway, I have this old friend in Starling City who might be able to house us for a while until we can figure things out, who I went to school with until he and his sister moved in with their Aunt when their parents died. He and I keep in touch, and he owes me...well, his Aunt owes my Mom a favor, and that’s something that neither of them want hanging over their heads, so they’ll both jump at the chance to repay it...Bee, what’s up? You look troubled…I didn’t mean to upset you…”

She fidgets with worry as you try to put into words what has you nonplussed…

>A: Friend? I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him before…

>B: It’s not that I like Dyna better than you or anything, it’s just…(explain, write-in)

>C: Free, Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>919707
>A: Friend? I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him before…

>>919707
>>>A: Friend? I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him before…

>>919707
>>B: It’s not that I like Dyna better than you or anything, it’s just…(explain, write-in)
"God, it's just... I'd never even thought about this kinda thing before a few days ago, and she's funny, and clever, and-" take Tabby's hand "She could never replace you. Will never, not in a million years, you adorable little panda." Awkward sideways restaurant booth hug. "I, uh, still like her, but as far as relationship stuff goes? Girl, you're always gonna be priority numbero uno."

>>919761
>numbero uno
Mortified as I am at that typo, I think it's funny enough to leave in.

>>919707
>B: It’s not that I like Dyna better than you or anything, it’s just…(explain, write-in)

I want all of this to be clear, it's an important part of relationships I've heard, and I want to make sure you're comfortable with all of this. Do you like her too?

>>919660
Her brother is a reference to roy bivolo aka rainbow raider. He had the piwer to project light.

She obviously has chromatic based telekinesis of unknown limits.

If an object for example is predominantly purple, and she chooses to affect the color purple she can move it at will.

Her powers may or may not have an emotional element.

She may also be able to branch out into emotional manipulation via color. But that is purely an uneducated guess

>>919833
You.

I like you.

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>>919745
>>919754
>>919761
>>919801

“God, it’s just...I never even thought about any of this until a few days ago...I mean, she’s funny, and snarky, and…”

Her face falls just a bit, and you grab her hand beside you in the booth.

“Tabs...she could never, *ever* replace you. Not it a million years, you adorable panda-cat, you…” you throw your arm around her, dragging her into an awkward, yet cozy booth-hug as you wipe a worried tear from her eye, “I guess I just want all of this to be clear...hashing this stuff out is an important part of relationships…”

Tabby leans in close to whisper conspiratorially with a wink.

“You’ve never been *in* a relationship, Bee.”

“Hush....” you quickly reply, giving her a boop on her nose, “...I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with...all this. Know that, no matter what happens, you’re *always* going to be numbero uno to me...hey, what’s so funny?”

“I love that you never took Spanish in high school is all. You’re so cute! But seriously, I never told you about Tommy?” she arches an eyebrow, hands on her hips. You shake your head.

“Tommy Merlyn? Heir to Merlyn Consolidated? His sister is Thea, the girl that kept asking if you and I could go to her parties, but you said no ‘cause the papers said she did a lot of coke...Really? Come on, I could have sworn I…oh, um, Bee, your phone’s ringing.”

She has good ears, you didn’t even notice as you fish in your pocket for your phone. It’s the hospital. You pick it up and…

“Bee, they’re here!” Dyna’s voice screams from the other end of the phone from what sounds like the middle of a hurricane, the reception going wild. “He’s ...ere...he...copies...Doc….away. Hurr...Vec...”

The line goes dead. You look at Tabby, horrified. We need to move, NOW.

>A: Take Tabby, you said you’re not leaving her side, and that means even now.

>B: Leave her at the apartment, where she’ll be safe.

>C: Write-in

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

>>919857
>>B: Leave her at the apartment, where she’ll be safe.

>>919857
>>A: Take Tabby, you said you’re not leaving her side, and that means even now.
Too many bad things can happen as long as that mirror douchebag is still out there.

>>919833
>>919845

that's all OOC, though. Bee doesn't know any of that and really doesn't know much about Dyna at all. We found out she is apparently a meta and it's barely been touched on.

>>919857
>A

She might notice something we dont

>>919845
I like you too OP

but i like naming the girls more

>>919892
Oh yeah that was just in response to anons question.

Her full powerset could potentially be devastating, especially since she wears all black. Black mode clearly includes tenebrous manipulation, and could easily provide her with armor.

Its a very versatile power, but she has to choose how to use it carefully.

Dependong on how strong she is its also a potentially useful anti speedster ability

>>919857
>B

>>919922
we don't even know what her full power set is though, just that it's sort of shadow related. We only found out she was meta, other than a few eye shifting tricks beforehand, when she was in the midst of attacking/being attacked by Vector the first time, and since then we've been busy getting home and healed up.

Sitting at a tie, so far. I'll eat, then post when the tie is broken or a concensus is reached. Thank you for reading and participating!

>>919942
Again, this is all out of character.

Her power might best be summed up as "controlling colors"

Sticking with
>A

U less an anon has a good reason not to

>>919857
Wait, why cant we leave the Tabominable Snowcute at ragin genghis?

She is safer at a random spot in the city than at the apartment

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>>920087
>>919930
>>919901
>>919875
>>919881

“Tabby, I need you to stay here, okay? I need to get to…”

“Go save her!” she shouts, shoving you closer to the door, keeping an eye out for any prying eyes. “GO!”

You blitz to and through the hospital, careening to a halt as you spot Dyna at the other end of one of the countless hallways, still in her hospital gown, her eyes a stark mix of black and white as she flings similarly-colored hospital floor tiles at some unseen threat.

“Dyna!” you scream. Her head turns to see you just in time for a ball of ice to slam into her chest, sending her flying out of sight…as a glassy, transparent replica of Doctor Snow walks into view, her neck creaking as her soulless eyes meet yours, ice gathering in a miniature pair of storms around her hands. You don’t have time for this. You speed around the corner to where you saw Dyna get thrown, only to find yourself face-to-face with dozens of patients blocking your path, blanks looks on their eyes...all of them chanting ‘the lesson is coming’ in unison as they shuffle towards you, needles and scalpels in their hands. Beyond them, but just barely, stands the expressionless duplicate of Robert Rathaway standing stock still, flute to his glassy lips.

You don’t see Dyna.

>HP: 100% /// KP: 13%

>A: Find another way around these jokers, you need to find Dyna (roll 1d100).

>B: Surge through the crowd, Pickpocketing as you go to take out Rathaway and get the flute. You did it once, you can do it again (roll 1d100).

>C: Take out NotSnow before she hurts you or anyone else (roll 1d100).

>D: Write-In

YOU ARE IN CONTROL

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>920185
>B

Okay mirror master dies for this shit

>>920185
>C

Thought of a better idea
we need a way to break all of them at once, which seems to be the "lesson".

They are glass so a high enough vibration should shatter them.

Maybe we can try an ultra sonic scream by vibrating our vocal cords and imparting kinetic energy to the resulting sound waves?

Its not a typical speedster power.... but it might work