>Power Generation

Before we begin, roll 3d100 to generate a list of power combinations to choose from. I will (ironically) be using the Marvel Superheroes Ultimate Powers Book for the purposes of power generation, but an option for no powers will be provided. Work with what you get.

Roll

Rolled 97, 93, 35 = 225 (3d100)

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Rolled 77, 30, 56, 2, 21, 77 = 263 (6d100)

>>1497256
Suppose I'll go ahead and generate the other two, then.

>>1497256
>>1497267
we get anything good?

Rolled 82, 27, 77 = 186 (3d100)

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>>1497256
>>1497267
You tell me.

>A. Hyper Speed, a variant of Super Speed that allows you to run in a straight line from point A to point B at a velocity that surpasses even that of The Flash. Temporary invulnerability while dashing. No turning.

>B. Illusory Casting, the ability to create realistic but wholly physically ineffectual constructs at your whim.

>C. Radiowave Generation, the ability to generate radiowaves, including AM and FM signals as well as microwaves. Creative use of this power may prove effective against machines, and lethal towards living beings.

>>1497276
Whoops, forgot to add:

>D. No powers.

>>1497276
That's bretty gud.

>A. Hyper Speed, a variant of Super Speed that allows you to run in a straight line from point A to point B at a velocity that surpasses even that of The Flash. Temporary invulnerability while dashing. No turning.

>>1497276
>A

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>>1497280
>>1497282
And the A's have it. Have fun everybody.

>>1497276
A

The smell of freshly cut grass and the sounds of machinery in the distance rouse you from your slumber. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, as well as a few ants, you sit up on the front lawn of your new home, wearing nothing but your polka-dot boxers. It’s the middle of the night. Why are you even out here at this time?

You toss a look over your shoulder, and your eyes turn to dinner plates.

“Holy shit…” you mutter, spotting the splintered hole in the side of your room on the second floor of the building.

Your dad will be back in the morning, he works the night shift. The neighbors are going to have a few questions. This is going to cost a lot to fix. You start your first day at Leawood High in the morning.

>A. Panic.

>B. Try your best to head back inside and fix up the hole, and figure out what happened in the process.

>C. Go knock on a neighbor’s door, maybe someone can help.

>D. ???

>>1497309
>>B.

>>1497309
>D. Try to find out who did it. Seriously, what the hell, you didn't notice a GIANT FUCKING HOLE being made in your room...how exactly?

>>1497309
>>B. Try your best to head back inside and fix up the hole, and figure out what happened in the process.

>>1497309
>>D. Try to find out who did it. Seriously, what the hell, you didn't notice a GIANT FUCKING HOLE being made in your room...how exactly?

>>1497311
>>1497315
>>1497319

You pick yourself up off the lawn and brush some residual dirt off your rear. Right to business-- You take a look around, trying to find who the hell made that hole in the side of your room, and how the fuck you missed it being made.

There isn’t anyone around. The blue-collar suburban neighborhood you and your dad decided to move into is tranquil as can be, the cracked blacktop striking a line between the rows of houses dimly illuminated by flickering street lamps.

You hear machinery in the distance, but figure the whirring has to do with that annoyingly loud factory a few blocks away. No wonder your dad was able to get the place at such a low price.

You dash into your new home, past piles of half-unpacked boxes and up the carpeted steps leading to the second floor, finally bursting through your door and immediately assessing the damage. The hole is about the size of you, splintered outward, and none of your stuff is missing.

Frantically searching for something to at least temporarily cover the gaping hole in your room with, you settle on using your bed sheets as a curtain.

Then, something strange starts to happen. You feel a welling of energy within you, like that pit in your gut after drinking three cups of coffee in just as many minutes. It builds, and builds, until you experience something akin to a full body sneeze.

And suddenly, you’re somewhere else. Not somewhere else entirely, mind you, just about twenty meters down the road from your home, and looking over your shoulder, you could swear that hole is a little bigger.

What. The. Hell.

>A. You should call your dad. He’ll know what to do, even if you’ll get an earful for busting the place up. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Dad says they’re idiots wearing pyjamas.

>B. Try and do… whatever that was again, see if you can control it. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Maybe you’re one of them?

>C. Go knock on a neighbor’s door. They might be able to help.

>D. ???

>>1497365
>>A. You should call your dad. He’ll know what to do, even if you’ll get an earful for busting the place up. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Dad says they’re idiots wearing pyjamas.

>>1497374
You should call your dad. He’ll know what to do, even if you’ll get an earful for busting the place up. You’ve heard about people with powers, like the Super Man in Metropolis and Center City’s own Flash. Dad says they’re idiots wearing pyjamas.

YA few minutes later and you’re standing in your room once again, silently thanking whoever might be above for your phone not getting wrecked along with the wall. Your dad doesn’t pick up the first time, but after being a persistant prick about it you hear his gruff voice on the other end of the line.

“I’m working, Rick,” he says, sounding irritated.

“I know. This is important. It’s about the house.” You try very hard to keep the worry out of your tone of voice. You think you read somewhere about delivering bad news calmly lessening the blow.

That seems to have gotten his attention.

>A. Let him know everything, even about your apparent ability.

>B. Let him know about the damage, own up to being the one who did it, but make something up instead of revealing you have powers.

>C. Let him know about the damage, but make something up entirely.

>D. ???

>>1497399
>>B

>>1497399
>D. I...I ran through the wall, dad. I don't know how, but I ran right through it. I don't know what's going on.

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>>1497422
Tied. Next to post breaks it.

>>1497399
>>A. Let him know everything, even about your apparent ability.

>>1497399
>>B. Let him know about the damage, own up to being the one who did it, but make something up instead of revealing you have powers.

>>1497422
>>1497474
”I...I ran through the wall, dad. I don't know how, but I ran right through it. I don't know what's going on,” you confess. There’s a prolonged silence on the other end of the line, before your father finally responds.

“Alright, fine, stay where you are. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He sounds a lot less irritated than he did a moment ago, probably sensing the worry in your tone. Still, you doubt he believes you.

You agree, say goodbye, and head downstairs to sit on the couch in the living room. Your thoughts run a mile a minute as you twiddle your thumbs, nervously conjuring up worse upon worse possibilities as to what this might mean, from government abduction and experimentation to ungodly accidental property damage you and your dad would never be able to afford should this go unchecked.

Your thoughts are cut off when you hear your dad pull up into the driveway, and he meets you at the door. He’s balding, and has a graying mustache, but you’ve never seen a man over forty in such good shape. The man’s a brick shithouse.

His eyes are wide. You figure the hole in the side of the house convinced him.

The two of you have a sitdown in the kitchen, which is decorated with really, really frilly cow themed statues and hand towels, statues and and the like. They belonged to your mom before she passed. You tell him you bust through the wall, he tells you to show him, you let him know you can’t just do it, and he gets frustrated.
All in all it’s not a very fruitful conversation, but your father heads out to his truck and drives off to the hardware store, determined to patch up that hole by morning.

>continued

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>>1497544
You crash on the couch that night. Dad’s still hammering boards against the wall of your room by morning, and you decide to let him do his thing instead of pushing the issue. You shower, brush your teeth, get dressed and head off for your first day at Leawood’s very own public High School.

Since you haven’t busted any new holes in your home, you figure your power isn’t going to go off randomly again. At least, you hope not.

The walk over isn’t bad. Center City’s one of those perfectly swell places that have just the right balance of population and size, so the roads always have a stream of quickly moving traffic but never LA levels of ‘You might as well walk’ nonsense.

It’s early fall, a few weeks into the school year already. You briefly reflect on the friends you left behind at your old school, but brush those thoughts aside. You’re a brand new Rick Regal. No point in looking back.

About halfway into your trek to school, you feel it happen again. That welling of energy in your gut, that full body shudder. Shit, you’re in broad daylight. Why did you think it was a good idea to just ignore this?

>A. Try and control it. You aren’t going to let this keep you from your life.

>B. Dip into a nearby alley and let it happen.

>C. Just accept it. Bust some shit up. Why not, right?

>D. ???

>>1497592
>>B. Dip into a nearby alley and let it happen.

>>1497592
>>A. Try and control it. You aren’t going to let this keep you from your life.

>>1497592
>A.

>>1497592
>A. Try and control it. You aren’t going to let this keep you from your life.

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>>1497600
>>1497603
>>1497614
ROLL 1D100

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>1497617

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1497617

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>1497617

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>>1497626
Roll, but from here on out 1d100s will be the only rolls counted.
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>>1497629
Major Success.

>>1497650
You refuse to let this... thing keep you from living your life. You can control it. You know you can. The energy building within you continues to grow, continues to make you shudder and convulse-- but through sheer force of will and white-knuckled fist clenching you are able to stave off this wave.

When the energy finally dissipates, you open your eyes to find there are a few pedestrians staring at you with judging looks. A little blonde girl points at you and calls up to her mom from across the street. It must have looked like you were trying to hold in a shit or something. You’re sweating a bit as well.

Not like you care. You just took the first step to controlling the power inside of you, and you aren’t going to let a few odd looks keep you from riding the feeling of accomplishment.

You.. really should get going though.

Eventually you find yourself walking up the street leading to Leawood High, which looks positively well kept despite being a fifty year old public school.

You pass by a CCPD squad car, inside of which two boys in blue are sharing coffee and doughnuts. The stereotype being played out before your eyes makes you smile. Then, you hear their police radio squawk to life and spew out a bunch of numbers and a call for backup. The cop in the driver’s seat spills his coffee all over his partner’s lap and hits the gas, the passenger cop groaning.

“What the hell, Kowalski!?”

They peel out.

>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.

>B. You don’t really like cops. Too easy to corrupt. Off to school.

>C. Fuck the police. Back in your old town, they busted you more times than you can count. Not for anything serious, obviously. Off to school.

>D. Your curiosity must be sated. See if you can find a way to follow the action. Skip school.

>E. ???

>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.

>>1497686
>B. You don’t really like cops. Too easy to corrupt. Off to school.

Growing up in a superhero universe we have probably heard too much about all that

>>1497686
>>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.

>>1497686
>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.

>>1497689
>>1497690
>>1497722

You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond, though you are a bit wary. Growing up, you’ve heard more than one story of Police corruption. Here’s hoping that isn’t the case in Central City.

At any rate, it’s time for some book learnin’.

You dig into your backpack to pull out your class schedule as you walk through the lemon-scented halls of Leawood High. The Custodian must have buffed the floors recently. Most of the other students are already in class, a few stragglers drag their feet or hang around bathroom entrances.

Eventually you find your first class already underway, and you slip in mostly unnoticed, except by a Latino kid who looks a little older than you, with shoulder-length black hair. He grins and upnods at you.

A few of the girls in the class also give you a once over. You find yourself standing a little taller in response. Eventually you find a seat at the near back of the class. The teacher doesn’t seem to mind.

>A. Listen, Learn and Study your ass off. You will learn all of the things.

>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you.

>C. Dick around. You know all this stuff already. Probably. See if any of the girls want to chat.

>D. ???

>>1497686
>>A. You’re glad the Police in this city are at least quick to respond. Off to school.
Normally the police in comics don't do diddly, so this is refreshing.
>>1497690
Good point, but I think we can investigate that later.

>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you

>>1497729
>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you.

>>1497729
>B. Pay attention, but try and strike up a conversation with the Latino kid who nodded at you.

Make a Bro first, he can give us a lay of the land and let us know who's crazy when it comes to the ladies

>>1497729
>>A. Listen, Learn and Study your ass off. You will learn all of the things.

>>1497752
>>1497755
>>1497760

You pull out a notebook and scribble an outline for notes, though you do divide your attention. The kid from earlier is sitting a row ahead of you, to your diagonal right. The desks are spaced pretty close, so there shouldn’t be any problems with saying hey.

There’s a pretty blond girl sitting at the head of the class, looking about as stiff as those kids who used to sit in the furthermost pews back when your mom used to drag you to church.

A few other students catch your eye-- A girl wearing mostly black but is smiling cheerily as she chats with her friends, a fat kid plucking skittles from a bag under his desk to point out a few. And then of course there’s the latino kid.

The kid looks over his shoulder, and turns in his seat. He extends a fist, and you bump it.

“Cisco,” he introduces himself. “What, did you forget when classes started? Dudley stopped calling your name after the first week.” You notice this guy smiles a lot. In fact he hasn’t stopped smiling since he turned around.

“Rick,” you reply, though you figure he already knew that. “I just moved in so..”

“New guy. Alright, cool, cool.” Cisco looks like he has about thirty more questions, but he’s interrupted before he can continue.

Mr. Dudley clears his throat. “As I was saying,” he grumbles, before continuing his lesson.

You’ll hold off on socializing for now.

>A. Talk to Cisco after class.
>B. Talk to someone else (Specify)

>C. Go about your school day without too much socialization.

>>1497818
>>A. Talk to Cisco after class.

>>1497818
>>A. Talk to Cisco after class.

>>1497818
>A.

>>1497818
>A

>>1497818
Oh cool, a new cape quest. Hope this works out for you, I love cape quests!

>A.

>>1497818
>A

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>>1497859
Cisco falls into step beside you when you exit the class, and you notice now that you’re walking side by side, you happen to be just a bit taller than him.

“Let me give you the rundown, since you seem cool,” Cisco says after tossing a wink at an incredibly attractive senior, who responds with a look of disgust. The guy doesn’t seem phased by it.

“Welcome to Cisco Ramon’s Leawood High crash course. First off, you got lucky with Dudley. The guy’s a pushover,” he informs you. You could have figured that out on your own. He goes on and on about the teachers, which you aren’t really interested in, and even gives you a few pointers on the ladies around here, which you appreciate just a tad bit more.

You humor the guy by nodding along every once in awhile. Eventually he cuts himself off.

“Wait, what class to you have next?”He asks.

You call upon your short term memory. “I think my schedule said biology.”

“Oh. Bummer. If you see me at lunch let me know,” he insists, then claps you on the back before dipping into a stairwell. He’s nice.

The next few classes go off without a hitchy, but once lunch comes around you can’t seem to find Cisco. The cafeteria is a whole lot bigger than you expected.

>Continued

>>1497900

The cafeteria is oval-shaped, with circular tables that sit five or so evenly spaced throughout. You spot a few vaguely familiar faces from your classes, but decide sitting all the way in the back near the windows might be a more peaceful experience.

Yeah no.

You sit down and unwrap the pre-frozen burrito that is bound to give you some serious problems on the toilet later, only to a few-- some-- MOST of the students are getting up from their seats and heading in your direction.

For a moment, you think they’re focused on you, but after glancing over your shoulder and out the window, you notice what all the fuss is about.

The scene isn’t so common where you’re from, but you’ve seen videos online-- read the news stories. There’s a fight going on out there.

A man in a blue parka with the hood up, white fur framing his face and goggles over his eyes looks like he’s shouting at a bunch of other men in ski masks. It looks like they crashed a truck into a nearby building and are trying to get the contents out and into a replacement vehicle.

You spot two other masked men facing off against some guy in a superhero costume with a V-neck about as deep as the grand canyon. The hero obviously has the upper hand, and even looks like he’s… dancing. Why is he dancing?

“Why is he dancing?” a kid nearby echoes your thoughts outloud. It’s the fat one from your first period class.

The man in the parka hefts a strange looking weapon, pulls the trigger, and blasts the occupied hero in the leg mid-breakdancing routine. He collapses and rolls on the ground, groaning in pain, clutching his leg-- which is now covered in solid ice!

>A. Keep watching.

>B. Shove through the crowd and head downstairs, see if you can head outside. You have to help.

>C. Call the police.

>D. ???

>>1497900
Oh shit it's Vibe

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>>1497989
>>D. See if you can find anything to disguise your identity and go shove through the crowd and head downstairs, see if you can head outside. You have to help

>>1498000
this, maybe we can find the school mascots mask or the janitors filter mask

>>1497984
>C. Call the cops!

Let's NOT be super obvious. Our outfit is generic, but not unnoticeable. People will recognize us if we wear a bandana or some shit. We don't even have a handle on our powers yet. We'd be less than helpful.

>>1497984
>>C. Call the police.

>>1498000
>>1498007

You watch in shock as the hero tries desperately to chip away at the ice around his leg, and surprisingly, he’s able to knock off large chunks with a few well placed… you think those look like chops? His hand looks a little blurry from this angle.

The hero stands, favoring his right leg. The villain in the blue parka hefts his freeze-beam or whatever it is once more, and the hero is able to pop, lock and cartwheel out of the way of the following blasts.

“Aw man, Captain Cold is gonna end this guy if he ain’t careful,” the fat kid mumbles. A few seniors hum and huff in agreement.

“Anyone know who the dancing guy is?” a girl asks.

A chorus of “Nopes” follows.

You clench your fists, and decide you’ve had enough. You aren’t going to let this guy get killed when you’re so close and able to help. You turn around and push through the crowd, earning a few cusses and shoves back in response. Eventually you’re dashing down the hallways, and skipping steps down the stairwell.

You spot the janitor’s cart and, in a moment of clarity, decide to fashion yourself a costume. You grab a cloth and tie it over your face like an old west train jacker, put on bulky yellow gloves and pull out a thin hoodie you had stuffed in your back pack just in case the weather got too chilly. After slipping that on you rush outside, tugging the hood over your head.

The hero’s been hit again, this time in the arm, but Captain Cold’s men have all been incapacitated in the time it took you to get out there. How did the V-neck dude even manage that?

Alright... moment of truth.

>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.

>B. Approach stealthily, snatch one of the downed thug’s weapons and use it on Cold.

>C. Be loud and obnoxious, call out at Cold to distract him.

>D. ???

>>1498088
>>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.

>>1498088
D. Figure out that Breakdance guy has got this shit on lockdown and back out.

>>1498088
>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.

>>1498088
>>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.

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>>1498099
>>1498109
>>1498126
Ye of little faith.

ROLL

>>1498088
>A. Try and summon that feeling in your gut again. Aim for Cold.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1498129

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1498129

Rolled 2 (1d100)

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>>1498146
Off to a good start.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

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>>1498155
Are low rolls good or bad for this system?

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>>1498155
You try and find that feeling in your gut again. That well of power that you know resides within you… but no matter how hard you try you just can’t make it happen. You’re having trouble even remembering what the energy even felt like.

Before you can do much else, Captain Cold digs into his parka, and produces a small metallic sphere with a tiny blue button on it. He presses the button, grins a cocksure smirk and tosses it at the disabled hero. The V-necked breakdancer, to his credit, is able to spin his body like a top, using his frozen arm as the drillpoint, and kick the grenade right back at Captain Cold!

Cold gasps, then jumps out of the way, nearly avoiding a cryo-bath that would have put him on ice.

The students watch on in amazement, a few noticing the weird guy in the bootleg costume just kind of standing there looking constipated.

“Yo, what do you think you’re doing? Get out of here, you’re gonna get hurt! Comprende?” The hero calls out in your direction.

Cold uses the distracted to reload his freeze-ray, popping in a vial of blue liquid. He aims it at the hero, who is hit once again, his right arm and leg now completely encased in ice. He doesn’t look like he’s going to be able to dodge a third blast.
>A. Try again! You can do this!

>B. Screw it, run in and tackle this guy.

>C. Try and grab one of the downed henchman’s weapons.

>C. You tried. This guy is going to be an ice pop in a minute. Get out of there and call the cops.

>D. ???

>>1498187
>A. Try again! You can do this!
We're doing this or we're gonna die trying

>>1498187
>B. Screw it, run in and tackle this guy.

Let's try not forcing it this time

Who knows maybe staring down the barrel of a freeze ray will give us the proper motivation to zip

>>1498187
>>C. You tried. This guy is going to be an ice pop in a minute. Get out of there and call the cops.

>>1498187
>>A. Try again! You can do this!
We're doing this or Vibe is going to die while we're trying.

>>1498187
>>A. Try again! You can do this!

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>>1498200
>>1498211
Can you protect his smile, anons?

ROLL

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>1498219

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>1498219

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1498219

Rolled 51 (1d100)

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>>1498234

So when you say we're faster than the Flash on the straightaway which Flash are we talking about here?

>>1498234

“Gah! Cabron! You won’t win, Cold. It doesn’t matter what happens to me!” the hero says through chattering teeth. For some unexplainable reason, the man has a smile on his face. He takes a knee, and puts a hand on the ground for support, shivering.

Captain Cold chuckles, and glances over at you with a perked brow. “It seems I’ve frozen you as well,” he quips at you, making light of the way you’ve been unable to so much as much the entire fight.

Cold sets the sights of his gun on the hero, and presses his finger to the trigger.

“No!” you call out, rushing forward. You can’t let this happen. You have to help. Suddenly, that energy wells up within you once again, and this time you invite it to release, your body shuddering for just a moment before…

You can see it now. This isn’t like what happened before. You aren’t just at the end of your dash-- no, you have tunnel vision, and everything outside of that is a blur of motion. You feel strong, stronger than you’ve ever felt before. To you, it seems like a few seconds of dashing forward. You shove Cold’s arm out of the way, and skid to a halt a few meters off.

The world comes back into focus, and you look over your shoulder to find that Captain Cold’s arm is hanging at an odd angle, and even he doesn’t seem aware of it yet. Then, it hits him, and he falls to his knees screaming in pain. You broke his arm. You broke Captain Cold’s arm!

The hero’s hand, placed firmly on the pavement, becomes a blur, and suddenly the earth ground beneath Cold crumbles, burying him neck-deep in as he groans in agony. You can hear sirens in the distance.

>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.

>B. Get out of there. The hero can handle himself. You don’t need this attention.

>C. Check out the contents of the vehicle Cold and his men were trying to get away with.

>D. ???

>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.
Ouch that has to hurt like a bitch

>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.

>>1498343
>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.

>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.

>>1498262
It's Barry.

I don't want to put an exact number on it, but this Flash can't run faster than the speed of light, and the speed force isn't anything other than the energy that keeps him from liquefying every time he runs.

>>1498371
We just move so fast that we cant liquefy.

>>1498343
>>A. Help the hero out. He’s still stuck in ice.

>>1498371
Is there any functional difference between our power and Barry's? Because it seems like its use would be literally identical unless we happen to be in a straight footrace against the flash

>>1498354
>>1498360
>>1498361
>>1498369

With Cold and his men taken care of, you decide to run over and help the hero. He laughs, and shakes his head as you jog to a halt in front of him.

“Whew! T-that was a close one. Just s-s-so you know, I had it all under c-c-control,” the hero manages to stutter, still shivering, He places his hand on the huge chunk of ice encasing a third of his body, and it begins to crack and crumble. It looks like you weren’t needed after all.

Once he’s freed, the V-Necked hero extends a hand. Now that you’re close, you note he looks very similar to Cisco, your classmate you met earlier today. He’s taller though, and a lot more muscular.

Shit, is thinking that racist?

“Vibe. I don’t think we’ve m-m-met,” he introduces himself. “And you’re the c-Custodial Crusader, right?” he manages to remark. If he wasn’t shivering you’d be offended. Maybe.

Those sirens you heard earlier are getting louder and louder. The cops are going to be here soon.

>A. Say nothing, but shake his hand and run off. You can’t be here when the police show up.

>B. Introduce yourself as ???, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>C. Stick around. No harm in absorbing a little glory, even if it is in a terrible costume.

>D. ???

>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Blur, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>>1498400
You are pretty much invulnerable while running, but cannot turn, meaning you have to stop, orient yourself, and go.

Barry doesn't need to stop, and isn't invulnerable while running.

>>1498403
>B. Introduce yourself as Tachyon, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Velocity, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>>1498403
>>A. Say nothing, but shake his hand and run off. You can’t be here when the police show up.

>>1498409
So training ourself will need to be repeating our run ad nauseum and orienting ourself quickly?

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>>1498412
Anon, I...

>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Straightaway, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>>1498403
>>B. Introduce yourself as Blur, shake his hand and run off. The cops are coming.

>>1498419
Eh. Image ain't DC.
Unless you're combining?

>>1498403
>>>A. Say nothing, but shake his hand and run off. You can’t be here when the police show up.

Time for names later

>>1498415
That's certainly one way of going about it, sure.

>>1498427
Just teasing.

>>1498405
>>1498410
>>1498412
>>1498425

Votes are in and names win.
Take your pick:

>A. Blur

>B. Velocity

>C. Straightaway

>D. Tachyon

>E. Zip

>F. Momentum

>>1498439
>B

>>1498439
>>F. Momentum

>>1498439
>D. Tachyon

>>1498442
ment to vote A chainging to >A

>>1498439
>A. Blur

>>1498439
>E. Zip

Straightaway is a bit too on the nose, wouldn't want to give away too mucb information about our powers when we're introducing ourselves

>>1498439
>C. Straightaway
or
>A. Blur
since how the FUCK do we know what a Tachyon is even if it sounds cool.

>>1498439
>>B. Velocity

>>1498439
>>F. Momentum

>>1498456
I've known what a tachyon is for years, its not outside the realm of possibility for this random teen to know it
Not that it matters yall niggas got bad taste picking these generic names

>>1498466
>DC
>Not having a generic name

>>1498448
>>1498449

>>1498460
>>1498443

It's a toss up between

>A. Blur
&
>B. Momentum
I will also add this for genericnameanon
>C. Captain Caffeine

>>1498476
>A

>>1498476
>>A. Blur
Could you Say it was just a Flash and a Blur.

>>1498476
As much as I like Captain Caffeine, I have to go with
>>B. Momentum

>>1498476
>A. Blur

>>1498476
>>B. Momentum

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>>1498479
>>1498483
>>1498485
Blur wins. We Smallville now

>>1498476
>>B. Momentum

>>1498403

You reach out and shake Vibe’s hand, a bit of pride swelling in your chest. You just helped a Superhero take down a Super Villain. Kids all over the world dream about doing what you just did. You can’t help but come up with a name on the spot.

“Call me… Blur.” You say in a slightly hammed up tone, before turning on your heels and running off at a distinctly average human speed. Vibe just kind of watches you run off, then turns to make sure Cold and his boys don’t disappear before the fuzz arrives.
You figure going back into the school right now would be ill-advised, since you might be identified. Instead, you free run for awhile, hopping over fences and dipping in and out of alleyways until you’re sure you’re alone. Then, you strip out of your makeshift outfit and toss the gloves, bandana and hoodie into a nearby dumpster.

The adrenaline still hasn’t left your system. Sure, you’ve been in fights before, but nothing like that. You might have to make this a regular thing. Rick Regal.

“Rick Regal… the Blur,” the mumble to yourself, before heading out of the alleyway and back home. You’ve earned the rest of the day off.

>End of this session

Hope you guys had fun. Check in tomorrow. I’ll be around for questions and criticism. I’d appreciate the feedback.

>>1498527
my only criticism is you didnt automatically go with the superior choice in names.
Seriously though, good stuff, looking forward to the next thread.

>>1498527
This definitely looks interesting
Looking forward to more from you

>>1498527
Early days yet, but it's looking good so far. OCs feel a little flat, but first thread, s'to be expected. I imagine they'll get fleshed out more as we go on. All in all, cautiously optimistic. Looking forward to next time.

>>1498562
i think the only OC so far is the MC

>>1498576
MC, dad, teacher.

>>1498527
Good so far!

So when do we meet Bats and the Big Blue Boyscout?

>>1498621
Damn it spoiler didn't work.

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>>1498621
Batman is in Gotham. Superman is in Metropolis. You are in Central City.

Unless something huge happens in CC, or you end up in either of those cities, you won't be seeing either of them any time soon.

That said, there's a pretty big name that calls your city home.

When do we get our dick wet?

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>>1498653
I don't know, are you willing to settle for the OCs I'm going to flaunt in front of you or are you going to wait for the 10/10 canon waifus?

Everyone's single, by the way.

>>1498663
Powergirl let's go for that.

>>1498663
fuck, anons don't have the patients for that.
They'll go for the first girl, 2nd or 3rd if we're lucky.

I'd vote for the Magic girl, Zantana i think.
Ravens good to

>>1498663
>Black Canary is single
>We could cuck Ollie
>>1498701
I think you underestimate how much people would want the super booty

>>1498663
Zatanna please let's go for her

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>>1498507
Interestingly there was a one off character callled blur from son of Vulcan

http://dc.wikia.com/wiki/Blur_(New_Earth)

>>1498663
since we are a speedster do we have the speedster mental capacities as well

>>1499345
You'll have to clarify the question.

If you're asking whether or not you can comprehend what's going on while dashing, then yes. Outside of that you are of average intelligence.

>>1499361
well the flash has the ability to learn and read at a ridicules speeds

>>1499361
can you recommend any quick readups on the dc universe

>>1499376
Rick isn't the Flash.

>>1499384
The DC Universe wikipedia page, if you want a very generalized idea of the setting. Specific comic reccomendations: All-Star Superman, Batman: Year One, DC: The New Fronteir, and Kingdom Come. The first three have animated versions of them you can find online if you don't like reading, though personally I prefer the comics.

>>1499376
we can run real fast in one direction, with the secondary powers necessary to not splat immediately.

also, are we fast enough to run on air? or up buildings? what about running straight into the ground? we could probably bore our way to china doing that.

>>1499531
DESU I'm somewhat surprised that the air in front of us isn't undergoing some sort of terrifyingly deadly fusion reaction due to how heavily it's being compressed by our passage. Air doesn't flow around things fast enough to compensate for significant fractions of the speed of light.

So no, I don't think we can run on air, if only because we'd level the city in doing so.

>>1499551
...
F. U. C. K.

Fuck

So is our super speed connected to the speed force or is it something else preventing us from turning into goo every time we run

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>>1499785
Your power switches you from one state of being to another. Normally you're just a guy, but when you activate your power you gain invulnerability and shoot forward like a hypersonic freighttrain.

You aren't connected to the Speed Force, your power stems from something else.

Also have a few sketches of Rick I did in my free time, but feel free to come to a consensus of your own as to what he actually looks like.

>>1499816
is it really that important how exactly it works ?

>>1499820
Nope.

>>1499823
also are you going to run tonight ?

>>1499829
Yep. In three hours on the dot. I should set up a twitter.

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>>1499831
>tfw when yuropoor
just

>>1499816
For some reason when I think of fast superheros the image that always comes to mind is a skinny blonde white dude

>>1499816
I like it
>>1499840
Jay Grarick says otherways

>>1499816
Not bad

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And we're back.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqk6pjDJ7ZQ

>>1500567
“...In local news, Center City’s own red streak, the Flash, halted a highly coordinated set of heists yesterday attempted by none other than the dastardly Rogues, a band of villains brought together to oppose Flash’s heroics after being foiled time and time again ever since his debut six years ago,” The pretty blonde woman announces on the television screen.

“That’s right, Tanya,” the mustacheo’d newcaster beside her continues in his booming baritone, “The Flash caught up with thirty, count ‘em, thirty armored vans that swarmed Center City bank and jewelry shops around town! Wow! Our on-site reporter Iris W---”

You thumb the power button on the remote in your hand, the modest CRT in your living room blinking out in response. That was disappointing. You’ve been up since five in and morning chewing on frosted flakes, watching and waiting for a report on the incident yesterday. Instead, you got a bunch of recycled stories and ancient cat memes the studio executives thought were hilarious.

Cable needs to die out.

You briefly wonder if Vibe is as miffed about this as you are. The two of you stopped Captain Cold! The. Captain. Cold. Sure, you hadn’t heard about him until that day, but after a few minutes of research on your toaster of a laptop, you found out he was a pretty dangerous fellow. A member of the Rogues, smart as they come with an overprotective brother complex. The guy snapped when his sister died in an accident a few years back.

Your father stomps his way down the stairs, and heads straight for the fridge. He pulls it open and reaches around for the carton of orange juice he always drinks directly from.
“Ten minutes,” he says, before sippin’ that OJ.

“What?” you reply, confused.

“School starts in ten, kid. Why are you still here?”He doesn’t bother looking at you.

Shit.

>A. Grab your bag and run. You’re not going to be late. The irony would kill you.

>B. Meh, it happens. Take your time.

>C. Skip school and tour the town. Maybe you can find a place to practice your powers.

>D. ???

>>1500570
>>A. Grab your bag and run. You’re not going to be late. The irony would kill you.
>D. Dad I swear if you are testing me I will be pissed.

>>1500570
>A. Cant be fucking late can we ?

>>1500570
>A. Grab your bag and run. You’re not going to be late. The irony would kill you.

>>1500582
>>1500586
>>1500624

You stumble off the couch and toss your empty plastic cereal bowl and spoon into the sink from the living room. Swish. Or… clank and clatter, rather. Your dad doesn’t even flinch.

After dashing up to your room and grabbing your bag, you’re off. You won’t be late. The irony would kill you. You sprint out the door of your new home and down the sidewalk, going as fast as your legs can take you.

Well, that isn’t true. You could try and summon that power inside you and use this as an opportunity to hone it. Dangerous as it may be, if you’re quick and agile enough and only use your power in short bursts when no one’s around, you could maybe cut the fifteen minute walk to school in half

>A. Do it. You need to get this power under complete control sooner rather than later.

>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen.

>C. ???

>>1500631
>>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen.

>>1500631
>rely on your regular speed
well who gives a fuck if youre late to school ?

>>1500631
>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen

>>1500631

>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen.

I really hoped for getting a power ring, oh well. Might as well be fast

>>1499831
That would be great, especially when you start making new threads.

>>B. Rely on your regular speed. No need to risk getting seen

>>1500636
>>1500638
>>1500641
>>1500650

You slow your sprint to a manageable run, you don’t want to walk into class with pit stains. Who cares if you’re late? And why would you need to practice your power now of all times? The plan is a little too risky for your taste.

On your run over, you have some time to ponder. You were able to take down a big name villain-- well, a local big name villain, who was occupied by another hero, and had all his henchman taken out beforehand.

Still, thinking back on it makes you feel like a badass.

Where did it come from? As far as you know, your dad doesn’t have any powers to inherit, and mom wasn’t exactly super-- she spent most of her time in and out of hospitals. The bills were ridiculous.

You’re entertaining the thought of your dad secretly selling you out for experimentation to pay for them, and then wiping your memory when you arrive. Just as you expected, you’re late. Everyone’s already in class. You’re making a habit of this.

Your first two classes are pretty standard, though your homeroom teacher, Mr. Dudley, kept tossing you irritated looks. Damn, he’s pegged you as a troublemaker, or a lazy kid. Ah well, nothing you can do about it but be a decent student. Cisco tried to talk to you about what happened yesterday, but Dudley kept shutting him up.

When lunch time comes around, you walk into the cafeteria and grab a pre-set tray, then look over the sea of teenagers scarfing down less-than-stellar lunches.

>A. Look for Cisco.

>B. Scope around for a friendly looking group and sit down.

>C. Find an empty table.

>D. ???

>>1500712
>>C. Find an empty table.

>>1500712
>A My boi

>>1500712
>>A. Look for Cisco.

>C. Find an empty table.

>>1500775
>>1500728
Stop trying to be an edgelord

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>>1500789
Forgot pic

>>1500712
>>C. Find an empty table.

Lets hope we meet the girl in black eventually.

>>1500743
>>1500764

You scan the room for Cisco, the excited kid you met yesterday. He was pretty nice to you before, and you haven’t really made any other friends yet. Once you spot him, floating from table to table like a humming bird zips from flower to flower, you walk right on over.

When Cisco spots your approach, his eyes light up and he flashes you a grin.

“Yo, Rick! What’s up?” he greets you, practically yelling, and earning a few odd looks from the surrounding students. You do notice that most of the students are unphased, and just ignore it. They must be used to him.

“Hey Cisco. Not much. Let’s sit,” you say, bumping his fist.

The two of you find a seat at a table occupied by two lovely ladies in short skirts and spaghetti strap tops that are definitely not dress-code. They promptly stand and walk to another table, and a big guy sitting at the table next to you, a senior probably, chuckles at the both of you. Ouch. Cisco doesn’t seem to care.

“Tell me you saw what happened yesterday,” your lunch-buddy says, “Vibe! Captain Cold! That was amazing! There was another guy too, wearing these yellow gloves and a hoodie. I think it was a student.”

>A. Uh yeah that was cool *Whistle*

>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.

>C. You saw nothing. (Lie, change topics.)

>D. ???

>>1500817
>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.
>D. That vibe dude look like he coulda been your cousin dude. A cousin who worked out.

>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.

>>1500817
>>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.

>>1500817
>>>B. You definitely saw them. Didn’t see Cisco though.

>>1500840
>>1500845
>>1500857

“Yeah. I had a front row seat, actually. Right near the window. Those guys were really going at it. Any idea what it was about? I mean, other than Hero Vs. Villain ‘We must fight’ stuff,” you ask, pausing to bite into a stale piece of pizza.

“Captain Cold and his goons were part of that whole coordinated heist yesterday. The one Flash got the credit for stopping all on his own. Thing is, I heard his truck was the only one that mattered. He had a bunch of components stolen from the S.T.A.R Labs facility in town. Nobody knows what he was going to do with it, but it couldn’t have been good. That’s why he had like fifteen guys with him,” Cisco informs you.

You get butterflies in your stomach, and you aren’t sure why. You figure it’s a mixture of excitement over reliving the memory, relief that you stopped something that might have been terrible, and pride that you were able to out-do the Flash, even if it wasn’t directly.

“Hey, Cisco, I didn’t see you at lunch yesterday. Where were you? How did you even know about the fight?” You ask, theories swimming in your head.

Cisco smirks, and pulls out his smartphone. He taps at the screen for a moment, then leans in to show you a video.

“Feast your eyes. Exclusive footage,” he chuckles, pressing play.

The video is shot vertically for some god-forsaken reason, but the quality is good. It looks like the entire thing was shit from behind a nearby car. The events of yesterday’s battle play out, and you finally get another perspective on what happened.

You already know the event like the back of your hand, but seeing yourself disappear and re-appear in a blur of motion, leaving Cold’s arm broken? That surprises you. You’re thankful you had the foresight to cover up, otherwise Cisco might have you pegged already.

“Damn,” you mutter when the playback stops.

“Sick, right? I got an app that works as a police scanner. I heard what was going on and went outside to text someone, and next thing you know Vibe and Cold are fighting in front of me.”

“Vibe kind of looks like a buffer version of you,” you point out to Cisco.

“Yo, don’t start hitting on me now, we just met,” he jokes, deflecting.

>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.

>B. Press Cisco on the Vibe thing. He obviously knows more than he’s letting on.

>C. Look around, see if you can find someone else to either invite over to go sit with. Cisco seems comfortable table-hopping anyway. (Specify)

>D. ???

>>1500967
Cisco is totally Vibe.

Does the video shake at all? Does it seem propped up, or was it actually being held by a person who moved it around?

>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.

>>1500978
It moves around. Someone was holding the phone.

>>1500967
>>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.

>>1500967
>>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.
>D. Given super around here and all it'd be cool to catch them, without being in the middle.

>>1500967
>D. Start a talk with him about what it'd mean to be a hero like Vibe or the Flash. Sure, it'd be cool and shit, but you'd have to spend all your time risking your life, damn near being killed by superpowered nutjobs, no time for dates because if some jackass robs a bank and nobody else is on call you gotta go deal with that shit. Would it be worth it to be a superhero?

This question isn't so much for questioning him as it would be to see how he reacts to the question.

>>1500967
>>A. Ask Cisco to get that app on your phone for you. Because reasons.

>>1500978
>>1500985
>>1500987
>>1501022

You ask Cisco to get that app on your phone, explaining you think it’d be useful for getting around town without getting in the middle of superhero fights when they crop up. He’s happy to oblige, and after handing him your phone, he braves the seas of horribly virus and malware-ridden websites to get a very specific radio application. He assures you it’s the best you’ll be able to find.

The rest of lunch passes by, and you and your friend chat about the fight, watch the video a few more times, and debate on theories as to who the mystery hero might have been. Cisco is hellbent on his theory of a freshman named Dash McFasch being the hero’s secret identity. You chuckle at the kid’s name, and toss out a few theories of your own. They’re all false, obviously. You even ask him what he’d think being a hero would be like, and he responds with a very, very generic--

“It would be sweet, man! Fun as hell and you get to save lives. What’s not to like?”

Real insightful, Cisco.

The rest of the school day is pretty dull, though you do notice a few persons of interest. The girl in your homeroom, the excited girl dressed in all black, is in most of your classes. The fat kid also hangs around your classes a bunch, but usually books it once they actually start. Strange.

After school, you stand out front with your hands tucked into your jacket pockets, teens heading home, or to friends’ houses, or to get something to eat flow past you like a river around an upright stone. Their chattering irritates you, so you pop in earbuds.

>A. Use the app Cisco got you. Listen in with the scanner while you walk home.

>B. Play some music and head home.

>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.

>D. ???

>>1501072
>>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.

>>1501072
>D. Call dad, ask him about getting a mask so you can work on getting better control of your...thing...without people knowing who you are. Also ask if he has any ideas on how to safely test that stuff.

>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots

>>1501072
>>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.

>>1501072
>>C. Wander around town and take in the sights. See if you can find any interesting spots.

>>1501085
>>1501087
>>1501093
>>1501133

Time to tour the town.

You flick on an ELO jam and listen while you stroll through the city, walking in the opposite direction of your home. You walk through Chubbuck, a residential area, and where Central City Hospital happens to be located. You make a mental note of it, just in case.

You pass by a boxing gym, Carl’s, and a few diners you make sure to take note of. The pie you spotted through the window of a place called ‘The Bottom Dollar Diner’ looked divine. You spot the industrial district, Lawrence Hills you think, and avoid it like the plague. Though you do make a note of the possibility of abandoned warehouses. Could be useful.

Your wandering takes you into the heart of the city.

The buildings are a lot taller here. The place almost looks like Metropolis-- except the sidewalks are cracked and instead of mostly business men and women crowding them, all types of people ranging from average joes to homeless men, women in high heels and expensive dresses to street performers line the streets.

The sky is getting darker. It’s late. The temperature has dropped significantly and you can see your breath. Maybe it’s time to head home.

You hear a woman’s scream in a nearby alley, which suddenly cuts off to the sound of a distant ‘thud’. The streets have thinned and the nearest civilians are either ignoring this or haven’t heard.

>A. Time to be a Superhero.

>B. Call the cops, you aren’t going to get involved in this without a costume.

>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.

>D. ???

>>1501158
>C

>>1501158
>>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.

>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.

Let's not rush into danger without a way to protect our identity.

>>1501158
>>C. Sneak up to the edge of the alley, and get a better look at the situation. Maybe you got the wrong idea. Best to check.

>>1501178
>>1501181
>>1501189
>>1501190

You quickly jog over and sidle up against the corner of the building that leads into the alleyway. Carefully, you poke your head out to get a visual on the situation.

Three men wearing hoodies have surrounded a young couple, and the woman lay on the ground holding her nose. You see blood spilling out from between her fingers. The man she’s with whimpers, shivers, and digs into his pockets to toss what little pocket change he has at the feet of the three men.

You doubt that’s enough to satisfy them, and the thugs confirm that rather quickly.

“Not enough, dipshit,” the middle thug barks. He nods at his boys, “Kick their asses and take their clothes.”

>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.

>B. Run in and start throwing punches. You can’t let people know you’ve got powers, but you aren’t going to just let this happen.

>C. Wait and watch.

>D. ???

>>1501233

>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.

>B. Run in and start throwing punches. You can’t let people know you’ve got powers, but you aren’t going to just let this happen.

I would rather be beat up than have our identity revealed.

>>1501233
>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.

>>1501233
>D. ???
Shout "OH NO! POLICE ARE HERE" or "THERE OFFICER"

but it might lose our ambush

>>1501233
>A

>>1501233
>A. Alright, focus. You can use your power to dash through these guys and hide at the other end of the alley. Nobody will see.

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>>1501250
>>1501253
>>1501257
>>1501262
ROLL

>>1501233
>>D. ???
Call the police. We got superpowers, don't make us stupid.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1501268

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1501268

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1501268

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1501268
HEEEERE I COME TO SAVE THE DAYYYYYY

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>>1501284
>>1501289
>>1501296

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1501268
High or low?

>>1501299
Got them warm and fuzzies going on.

>>1501298
Git yer shit together francis

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>>1501299

You clench your fists, filled with rage at the spectacle. These scumbags assaulted a woman, shook down her boyfriend, and it looks like they aren’t even done.

You won’t let this go unpunished.

You step out and stand at the edge of the alley, summoning that energy, that warmth within you to fill and empower you. It’s easier this time, in fact you feel like the more you call upon your powers, the more second nature they become. The edges of your vision blur, but the tunnel ahead is laser-focused. The pressure inside of you builds, and builds, until you explode forth.

You dash forward, the thugs standing perfectly still in comparison to your incredible speed. You need only apply passing strikes to their legs, two punches absolutely shattering the first two’s kneecaps, a less forceful chop fracturing the leader’s femur. You’re getting better at controlling your strength.

Still running and riding the high, you almost fail to notice someone running past you.

But of course you notice. And he notices you. The Flash, a blur of red and golden motion perks a brow as he dashes past, coming within arm’s reach. You skid to a halt at the edge of the alleyway, eyes wide. Holy shit, he saw you. You toss a look over your shoulder and find that the thugs have disappeared. The couple has been cleaned up, the woman looking a little goofy with tissue stuffed into her nose and the man looking spiffy with a straightened tie.

>A. Get out of there and head home, you’re frustrated. You can’t believe you let him see you.

>B. Try and find the Flash. See if you can get him to help you with your abilities. He’d be a perfect mentor.

>C. Go make sure the couple are okay.

>D. ???

>>1501389
>B. Try and find the Flash. See if you can get him to help you with your abilities. He’d be a perfect mentor.
>C. Go make sure the couple are okay.

>>1501389
They will be fine
>B

>>1501389
>>A. Get out of there and head home, you’re frustrated. You can’t believe you let him see you.

fuck you flash

>>1501301
To clarify, a higher roll is better. I hide the DC when rolls are required.

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>>1501411
That said, I only do that so anons don't choose the easiest option every time. I'll start letting you know after you've chosen, but before you roll.

>>1501393
>>1501403
Good luck, anons.DC 90.
ROLL

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1501421

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>1501421

Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>1501421

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>>1501423
>>1501424
>>1501426
O-oh, okay anons. Nice.

>>1501421
>>1501424
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffQmb-cNFuk

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>>1501431

The Flash. The fastest man alive. You’ve heard the stories, read the papers, seen the footage and know just how amazing he can be. Sure, you met Vibe, but this guy is in a whole other league. Maybe… just maybe, if you’re fast enough, you can flag him down and ask for help, whether it be advice for honing your ability to its fullest potential, or even some tips on getting your start as a bonafide Superhero.

Maybe he’s got a tailor.

Alright, you don’t have time to dawdle. He could be halfway across the city by now-- There! A streak of red, right out the corner of your eye. It barely registers, but you know it has to be him. Looks like he came around for another look at the new speedster in town.

You pull your jacket up over the lower portion of your face when you run out onto the street, a few pedestrians giving you strange looks. Then again, you were probably a figment of their imagination, since you disappear in the blink of an eye.

The blurred edges of your vision make it almost impossible to keep track of Flash, but lucky for you he’s running straight ahead, right in your laser-focused tunnel-vision. Flash looks over his shoulder, blinks, then doubles the distance between you two with barely any effort.

You’re able to gain on him, getting closer and closer, within arm’s reach-- when he turns on a dime and dashes down the street to your right. You skid to a halt, re-orient yourself, and dash after him, trying to regain that lost distance.

Thing is, he keeps glancing back at you, smirking.

Oh hell no.

This goes on for what feels like hours, but you know for a fact the two of you have been racing across the city for ten minutes-- tops.

Eventually he just kind of stops, and watches you run half a mile, stop, and run back, skidding to a halt in front of him. Your face is red due to a mixture of effort and frustration.

“What the hell, man? Why didn’t you just stop?” you ask, before immediately feeling a little embarassed about the first impression you just made.

Flash only laughs, “I wanted to see if you could keep up. Nice moves, kid. Must be the star track runner at your school.” Flash disappears in a blur of red, and for a moment you get ready to chase after him-- but he reappears with a smoothie and starts suckling on the straw.

“So what’d you want?” he asks.

>A. I want you to help me control my powers.

>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?

>C. I want to be your sidekick.

>D. I just wanted to see if I could catch you. I got pretty close.

>E. ???

>>1501534
>>A. I want you to help me control my powers.

>C. I want to be your sidekick.

>>1501534
>Well, I'm thinking of being a hero, but...thinking on it, it doesn't seem as easy as you and the rest of the league make it look. I couldn't think of anyone better to ask for advice, so...can you please help me be a hero? And not be a scrub in over his head?

>>1501534
Alternatively
>I wanna race. Straight line across any stretch of road. I want to see what my speed limit is.

>>1501534
>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?

>>1501534
>A. I want you to help me control my powers.

>>1501534
>>A. I want you to help me control my powers.
>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?

>>1501534
>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?

>>1501534
>A. I want you to help me control my powers.
>E. I know that I am still really new to this, and that I am in not ready to be a hero. Right now, I have gotten by with luck, and I need to make sure that it starts being skill.

>>1498663
ZATANNA! We will put our head between those Magical Thighs!

>>1499816
Is that Rick's Dick?

Can we accelerate parts of our body and not other parts?

>>1501637
Haha fuck how did I never notice the dick until now

>>1501534
>>>B. I want advice on being a hero. Where do I start?

>>1501548
>>1501565
>>1501576
>>1501582
>>1501592

Now that the Flash is standing right in front of you, not running around or blurry like all the photographs and videos, you’re able to get a good look at him.

He’s a little taller than you, and is definitely in shape, but you always imagined he would be… well, not what he is. His suit is skin-tight and red, made from a friction-resistant fabric you suppose, with golden designs running along the sides and around his arms and chest, leading into the lightning bolt symbol on his chest.

You can see a faded bruise at the edge of his lip, and a there’s a tear in the fabric of his suit at the shoulder. Guess it’s been a long day.

“Well, I want to be a hero… but thinking on it, it isn’t as easy as you and other heroes make it seem,” you admit, adjusting your jacket nervously. You noticed the seams where the arms meet the body of the jacket are frayed to all shit. Damn it. You need a costume.

Flash shifts his weight, smiling politely and nodding along as you continue, but you can tell he’s impatient.

“I’d like you to help me control my powers, and give me some tips on getting started. You’re fast, I’m fast,” you point out, “You’re the best person to help me out.”

“Look, kid, I’m real busy,” Flash informs you, his tone apologetic, “But I won’t leave you high and dry. Here.” The speedster’s arm is a blur, and you barely have time to catch a little red box with a speaker and receiver on it, a single button with that same lightning bolt insignia on it.

“That’s a communicator. I rewired it just now, so it’ll put you in contact with a friend of mine. She’ll help you out with getting geared up and started. As for your powers? Sorry, Speedy. You’re on your own on that front. I’m still trying to figure out the ins and outs of my own thing. Anyway, gotta run!” And with that, Flash is gone.

You’re left holding the communicator, and you aren’t even sure where you are in the city. According to your cell, it’s midnight. You pick a direction and head home.

>End of Session

Hope you guys had fun.

>>1501637
Yes.

Unfortunately not.

>>1501680
thanks for running

Couple things.

I'll be around for questions and feedback.

I'm going to set up a twitter, but I'm newish to QMing so I'm not sure if I should start a new thread or continue with this one for another session.

>>1501684
So are you going to make a twitter or something?

>>1501699
>>1501698
Nvm
Continue in this thread until you get a session where It stops bumping then for the next one make a new one.