>>2400418
>D. Situation 4 (Mystery)

Live life on the edge of the Spider-verse

>>2400418
>D. Situation 4 (Mystery)

>>2400418
>D

Was there any question?

>>2400418
>>D. Situation 4 (Mystery)

>>2400418
>D. Situation 4 (Mystery)
New confident Alex

>>2400418
From what Felicia was able to glean from some rather questionable sources that there was some sort of narcotics dealer working out of Jump. How he had managed to keep quiet was beyond either of you, but the point was whatever he was selling was big; Big enough that whoever HAD told felicia about it had called him ‘The Scarecrow of Jump’. However all of that was secondary to what was perhaps the most worrying part.

He was operating out of the old Miller Theatre, or at least his biggest distribution was coming from there; Well it was Him and about forty armed thugs high off their tits on a psychoactive drug. Slinking up in through the window you quickly throw off your clothes and change into some of the clothes you had purchased earlier. Dark jeans, a red hoodie, black shirt and topped with one of your Uncles old leather jackets; It isn’t your Te’mak, but it is certainly a good outfit for the occasion.

When all’s said and done you’ve got fifteen minutes to kill, how do you want to spend them?
>A. May as well get there early and do some scouting.
>B. Go and get Felicia, you were faster than her after all.
>C. Just wait it out, get your nerves steeled.
>D. Other.

>>2400651
>A. May as well get there early and do some scouting.

>>2400651
>>A. May as well get there early and do some scouting.

>>2400651
>B. Go and get Felicia, you were faster than her after all.

>>2400681
Supporting

>>2400651
>>A. May as well get there early and do some scouting.

>>2400651
>B
Cat Burglar we ain't.
No need to tip our hand early.

Roll me a D100

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>2400738

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>2400738

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2400738

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>2400738

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2400738

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>2400651

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>2400738

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2400738

>>2400933
Well done.

>>2400651

You had to case the place. Sure this was an impromptu job but if any of the action and spy films you had watched growing up taught you anything it was that you always, ALWAYS had to case the place you were going to hit. Leaping out into the night you’re thankful for your ability to wall crawl as hood sticks to the top of your head. Swinging along the rooftops it doesn’t take long for you to get there, one of the few perks of living on the poorer side of the city. Landing on the rooftop on the other side of the street it brings back memories of when you were a kid and the theatre was still open.

Uncle Ben had taken you when you were a kid to see the newest Galaxy-X movie, it was probably the first film you had ever seen in the theaters that you could remember.

To see the place in its current status was a shame, with the windows on the apartments above boarded up and lightbox for the top billing cracked and broken. But shooting a few webs between the boards stick them across and wait. Sure enough after a few moments you start feeling vibrations through the strands and it all but confirms the intel.

“What’s it look like, Web-Head?” You hear behind you, startling you out of your concentration as Felicia comes up from behind you.

“Well there’s definitely people inside, but if that’s just drifters or what you got told I’m not sure.” You respond.

“Well, there’s only one way to find out. You takin the first crack it or am i?”

>Well.
>A. Ladies First
>B. Well you DO have camouflage if you need to.

>>2401285
>B. Well you DO have camouflage if you need to.
"Ill go in and see what i can do without getting seen, you can follow in behind if you wish, or go in another way. But aside from possibly more than drifters, were blind"

>>2401285
>B. Well you DO have camouflage if you need to.

>>2401285
>B. Well you DO have camouflage if you need to.

>>2401285
>>B. Well you DO have camouflage if you need to.

Well then, are we gonna risk using our costume for this? If we get caught with as Spider-Man their might be repercussions.

>A. Yes
>B. No

>>2401365
>>B. No

>>2401365
>B. No

We're a spunky, stealthy kid.

>>2401365
>>B. No

>>2401365
>B. No

>>2401365
>B. No

>>2401285

“I’ll move in, just stay behind me in case; I can dodge bullets but you can’t Kitty Cat.” You say with a wink, leaping the distance as you watch her fire off her grapnel and follow suit.

Rolling to a halt on the other side you quickly pry one of the boards free before slipping inside. The musk and mildew are pungent but given how long it had been abandoned it was understandable. What wasn’t however was the slight hint of chemicals and the creaking of the floorboards. Now that you were inside it was actually far louder than you could have anticipated, with muffled conversations and ocasional screaming.

Seemed the distribution center doubled as a drug den.

Where you had entered must have been where they kept the old films, given the racks and discarded canisters. Peeking your head out the hall branches off towards a T and the back wall, with a second storage room opposite the one you started in.

>What do you decide to do?
>A. Search and Clear the other room before moving on.
>B. Just web the door shut, no need to waste your time and getting caught.
>C. Ignore it, just head for the hallway.
>D. Other.

>>2401543
>A. Search and Clear the other room before moving on.
Time to get tactical

>>2401543
>A. Search and Clear the other room before moving on.

>>2401543
>>A. Search and Clear the other room before moving on.

>>2401543
>A. Search and Clear the other room before moving on.

>>2401543
>A. Search and Clear the other room before moving on.

>>2401543
>B. Just web the door shut, no need to waste your time and getting caught.

>>2401543

Slipping across the hall you find that sure enough the room is empty, save for a few small...objects. They seem to be like glass marbles, however they have a small hole and neck for where a stopper would go. If you had to guess this was either ink vials that were used to color films and the like, or this was how whatever drug was made here?

It was certainly worrying.

Stepping back out you make your way down the hall. If you had to guess the two doors on either side led to the projection booths proper, with the halls leading towards the stairs and maintenance areas. Either way you’d have to split up, and if that was the case you had to figure out who would take what objective.

>Well, what’s the plan (Write-in/discuss)

>>2401620
Maintenance has more potential for a dangerous situation, id say send her for the projection rooms, take anything she may find valuable, and we’ll scout out he bigger room, where gangster may be gun happy

>>2401620
>>2401693
im good with that

>>2401620
>>2401693
Supporting

>>2401693
I like it. Supporting.

>>2401693
That said any overlooking snipers are probably in Projection.
It's just we -are- better suited to group fights than she is.
And she is better suited for taking out traps on doors as opposed to just triggering them and trying to dodge.

>>2401620

“You take the projection booths, I’ll swing into maintenance area and sweep it. Sound good?” You whisper, getting a nod of confirmation before you rush ahead, peeling a left at the hall and making your way to the far door at the end of the hall. You can hear people all around you, but it appears that most of them are hallucinating; With all of them murmuring about a host of things that were seemingly incomprehensible.

However as you get closer to the maintenance area you hear the tell-tale sounds of bunsen burners, boiling chemicals and chemically treated suits.

“The Boss needs that batch done today, Kowalski. He’s got buyers out of town and he needs to deliver!” You hear a deep voice call out.

“I know, I know but if we cook this stuff too quick it gets...ugly. Remember the last batch we tried to rush? We lost Tommy.” Another responds, and peering through a slight hole in the door you see a number of people in hazmat suits around a number of various colored plants and bubbling beakers.

>How do you wanna take this? (Write in)

>>2402277
see if we can identify any chemicals, there might be labeled containers somewhere. if we can then try to figure out what they're making so we know how careful we should be around the chemicals.

From there we could probably kick these guys' asses, if it's just them two, and web them up

>>2402284
This is good

>>2402284
Supporting this.

>>2402284
We have 3 identified at least but the boss doesn't appear to be present.
>>2402277
Ta'mak, camouflage, open the door while still off to the side and Predator this shit.

Roll me a D20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2402643

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2402643

>>2402647
...oohhhh my

>>2402647
Noice

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>>2402647

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2402643

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2402643

>>2402277

It is clear to you immediately that whatever it is they are working with isn’t something common to the region, let alone the world. Herbs and plants of colors you had never seen that were clearly alive and more than that, aggressive. The most fascinating species being what appeared to be a plant whose colors seemed...out of phase?

The only way you could describe it was like your suit.

Just what was going on here?

>Roll me a D100+20

Rolled 97 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2402981
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

>>2402988
Oh my....

Rolled 20 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2402981

Rolled 45 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2402981
Well, I imagine we need at least three rolls before the man can continue on.

Rolled 11 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2402981

>>2403006
You know, I want to be mad because it took, forever to go through. Now I can't, it's funny.

>>2403010
In hindsight the result's funny?

>>2403070
I like you.

Rolled 13 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2402981

Rolled 5 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>2402981

>>2402988
Failure isn't an option It seems.

>>2403422
it was never an option

>>2403422
>>2403431
everyone from the front to the back say it with me!
FAILURE.
AIN'T.
AN.
OPTION.

>>2403470
FAILURE AIN'T AN OPTION.

>>2403470
I'm now seeing us collectively shouting this and posturing like a Haka. I'm down. FAILURE AIN"T AN OPTION.

>>2402981

Surging into the room it’s clear that whoever is in the room weren’t allowed weapons, as you don’t feel your spider-sense immediately kick off from bullet fire. You quickly fire a web at the chemistry lab and tugging it down as you sail through the air, plumes of smoke billowing up around you as you knock Kowalski to the ground. The rest of the six total lab thugs are just as easy, and by the time the smoke clears there is nothing but unconscious bodies and broken beakers scattered around.

Unfortunately this ALSO grabs the attention of whoever is downstairs and you can already hear footsteps and shouting.

Thinking fast you rush out into the hall in time to see Felicia slamming a thug into the wall outside the closer projection booth. It’s perfect timing as you continue ahead, grabbing your companion and pulling her back into the booth as you slip the door shut.

“Looks like you brought friends, Web-Head” She whispers hotly and you nod.

“Had to be done, was a whole lab of equipment. Any good finding the safe?”

She shakes her head and as you go to nod you feel the tell-tale tingle at the back of your neck.

>roll me a D20+5

Rolled 12 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2403532

Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2403532

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2403532

>>2403545
Failure...
ain't...
an..
option...

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>>2403549

Rolled 3 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2403532

Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2403532

>>2403622
>>2403549
Yeet

>>2403532

Tightening your grip on your partner-in-crime you leap off the balcony, knocking the projector off its stand and in a bust of light the theatre ahead of you explodes into light. The projector must have switched on due to the impact and while you had no idea as to what the film once was hearing the slight chime of bells and the following made it all too clear:

”Hold your breath, make a wish. Count to three.”[/]

https://youtu.be/SVi3-PrQ0pY

As the song begins to start proper you hear a torrent of gunfire, with stray bullets tearing through the rotted wood door and sending a shower of sparks from the old light covers. Staying low amongst the theatre chairs the gunfire stops, though that doesn’t worry you.

What worries you is the slow rolling fog that seems to be coming from behind the theatre screen, sweeping through bullet holes and tears like an amorphous hand of death itself.

It clings to every surface and you can’t help but ask yourself about the smell of the room. It had used to be mildew and rot but why did you suddenly smell fresh movie popcorn and chocolate? Even the chairs in front of you looked new, and as your eyes continue to drift further down you finally catch a glimpse of whoever had caused the fog to appear.

And to you surprise it is none other than Willy Wonka himself.

...No, it wasn’t. Something was wrong with this picture, but what?

“Uh...Web-Head are you seeing that?” Black Cat whispers.

“You mean Willy Wonka?” You reply to confirm, however she shakes her head.

“No, No you dummy, it’s Wesley!” She replies in hushed indignation.

Something was definitely wrong.

>Well, what are you gonna do?
>A. Stay low, keep watching.
>B. The fog...what is it? Where did it go?
>C. Less thinking, more doing. Attack!
>D. Other.

>>2404195
>B

>>2404195
>B
If we can find the source and stop it..

>>2404195
>B. The fog...what is it? Where did it go?

>>2404195
>B. The fog...what is it? Where did it go?
"Miss me with that Scarecrow bullshit!"

Roll me a D20-5

Rolled 15 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2404236

Rolled 9 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2404236

Rolled 4 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2404236

Rolled 11 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2404195

Rolled 20 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2404236
RNGesus, hallowed be thy dice...

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>>2404270

>>2404270
>>2404284
Well, Spider-Man has been titled 'Amazing' for a reason!

>>2404270
Whoo Boy

>>2404270
Failure
ain't
an
option.

>>2404195
It had to be the Fog but-

Where did the Fog go? A moment ago it was licking and crawling along every surface of the theatre but now it had just vanished. Fog doesn’t work like that, it lingers and clings to things. Was it still here and you just couldn’t see it? Is THIS what that drug does?

You aren’t sure, but what you see happen before your eyes makes you question even that theory.

“What is going on?” Willy Wonka/Wesley/Whoever it was asks, looking up at the booth where the thugs were now occupying.

“There’s an intruder boss! The Lab up here has been wrecked and the whole crew is out cold.” One of the thugs replies, and you see that Willy Wonka does not like it.

With a scowl the purple clad man points his cane forward and before your eyes you see it seemingly split apart and surge forward, resembling less a cane and more a demonic claw. Plucking the person who spoke straight from the area, pulling them face to face with their boss.

“Did you find them?” He asks, and you can see the man squirming and trembling in the claws grip.

“N-n-not yet, boss.” The thug stammers out before screaming.

You don’t see how it is happening but the rest of the people look horrified. So whatever was happening could be directed, but it also meant that you were under its influence.

>You now know the Fog is psychoactive. How it works is subjective and directive depending on the users intent.

>What do you wish to do? (Write-in)

>>2404506
>Take Wonka's hat, kick him in the nuts and web all of the things

>>2404506
>Start the Tunnel Scene to fully panic the thugs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8X48RiKQmFQ

>>2404506
>Knock out the thugs Predator style while singing 'The Candy Man Can' until Willy Wonka is left alone.

Also avoid using webs if we can, they're king of our thing and would be a clue to whoever wants to find us.

>>2404519
Also add this if possible.

>>2404521
"There's no earthly way of knowing..."
Take down a thug

"Which direction we are going..."
Another guard is tripped and dragged off into the fog.

Roll me a D100+30 for your use of fear tactics.

Rolled 59 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2404653

Rolled 7 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2404653

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2404653
K

Rolled 23 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2404653

Rolled 94 + 30 (1d100 + 30)

>>2404653

>>2404664
>forgot modifier
Fuk. Is it ok?

>>2404668
whoo boy

>>2404668
>>2404676
Them thugs are right spooked.

>>2404668
failure was never an option

Criminals are a cowardly and superstitious lot...

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>>2404668
>>2404694

>>2404506

After a few moments the lights go out and you can hear the goons coming down to search the theatre. Giving Black Cat a nod you hug the ground and make the sneaking crawl towards the wall and up into the dark. You manage to get behind one of the shot up light covers when they finally enter the room, and in your rush you sadly lose sight of your mystery figure.

That didn’t mean you couldn't lure him back.

Extending a web you slowly begin to creep down between the bunched up dozen of gentlemen. They are so insistent you have to be on the ground they have completely ignored right above them. If this were Gotham they may have been more mindful of people lurking in the rafters, but you chuckle.

Showtime.

Your head is just poking between the center of them when you grab the closest guard and begin to sing, though it is more a manic mumble than song.

“There is no Earthly Way of Knowing~”

WIth a jerk you are shot back up into the air, your newest prey screaming in terror as you take him for the most terrifying ride of his life. Spraying a mist of webbing around him as you reach the apex you swing away through the beams of flashlights as a hail of gunfire buries itself in the roof around their no doubt horrified companion.

“Which direction we are going~!” You chant as you slink through the air like a banshee in the night, grabbing another of the thugs and tossing him against the wall, shaking the beam enough to set the camera back off.

>Roll me a D20+10

Rolled 19 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2404950

Rolled 16 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2404950

>>2404957
failure was never an option

Rolled 14 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2404950

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Rolled 13 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2404950

Roll me a D10

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2405010

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2405010

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>2405010
Failure.
Ain't.
A.
Mothafuckin.
Option.

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>2405010

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2405010

>>2405070
FAILURE WAS NEVER AN OPTION

>>2405070
Great job anon! Are you in the discord?

>>2405085
yup I'm Mr. House

Wow, I leave for a while and return to find The Superb Spider-Man out-Bat-Man-ning the Bat, while singing tunes from “Willy Wonka”?

>>2405654
Fighting while in a drug den can get kinda weird, my dog

>>2404950

Three more swings and six more of their men are splayed out on the walls and even the ceiling. You grin, watching the the last four particularly spinning around, a veritable horror show for them no doubt as in every direction their friends are in webs; Strung up like puppets cut free from their marionettes. Slinking down to the ground level you glide down the aisle near the closest thug, webbing him to the ceiling by a thread before kicking the now screaming individual like a pendulum.

And as you see the beams of their flashlights turn to follow you grin, and you think to yourself ‘Amateurs’.

Before you can go to finish them off however your Spider-Sense goes off and you force yourself into the air as the wall behind you seemingly twists and explode out as a menacing spike.

“I must say, while I DO love the theatrics I cannot let you get away with all of your meddling.” The voice of Gene Wilder announces, and looking to the stage sure enough the Willy Wonka imposter is there.

“You know I was wondering how many of your Oompa Loompas I’d have to take out before you’d show me your chocolate factory.” You taunt, swinging down to join Black Cat.

“Well, if it’s a tour you want I’m afraid we’re closed.” He starts, a dark grin deeply misplaced on the kindly actors face.

“However, I can CERTAINLY give you a show!” He exclaims, taking the top hat off of his head and throwing it at you as it twists into a literal Pink Panther.

Joy.

>Roll me 2D20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2406142

Rolled 17, 12 = 29 (2d20)

>>2406142

Rolled 14, 9 = 23 (2d20)

>>2406146
2d20 friend. However Well done!

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2406146
Whoops, here's the other one

Rolled 6, 8 = 14 (2d20)

>>2406142

Rolled 20, 7 = 27 (2d20)

>>2406142

>>2406166
>>2406146
Well what do you know, We can see through his bullshit.

If we ever need to go undercover as a villain, we should make an alter ego called The Candy Man, and maybe use a safer version of the scarecrow gas.

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>>2406168
Alex White is the anti-Peter Parker, whoever the hell that is...

>>2406180
Sweet Tooth's already in Gotham, and whenever the Joker dies he gets really competent.

>>2406180
Why not just go under cover as the Scarlet Spider?
Or Redback?
We could use the camouflage to change our costume colors/set-up, but some old combat boots and a leather jacket. Start carrying a hand gun and the like.
Just full Red Hood knock off.

>>2406212
>Buy some old combat boots

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>>2406212
Next you'll suggest getting a pair of swords too, like some kind of ninja spider man that crawled out of a dead pool...

>>2406219
If we ever get killed and revived in a Lazarus pit than I'm all for becoming DC Deadpool.

>>2406219
I mean we could.
That is my favorite version of a Parker that's loopy from NyQuil.

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Lets practice our suplexes on the tiger abd maybe go for an rko

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>>2406142

You ignore it.

You ignore it because it doesn’t exist. Sure it scared everyone else and effected even you, but that didn’t make it real. Now that you weren’t panicking at it as the goons had you sure enough didn’t feel your Spider-Sense tingling as it jumps through you and explodes into smoke.

“So how do you do it? The tricks I mean?” You ask “Because there’s no way it’s just whatever drug it is you’re pumping in here.” You explain and he gives a chuckle.

“Well, dear boy a Magician doesn’t reveal his secrets.” He teases, and with a wave a number of tiles on the walls split off and fly towards you.

Unlike the panther these are real and you quickly begin to sway to avoid them, even catching one with your web and throwing it at the Gene Wilder look alike and surprisingly manage to hit him. In a plume of smoke the once friendly face of the passed actor was replaced with an opaque glass dome.

“Heh, for once I might actually have to pull a few of my big tricks out.” The figure taunts, a crackle of purple energy dancing between his hands.

>What do you do? (Write in)

>>2406401
>What do you do?
Keep dodging whatever he throws at us and try to hit him with webs until he can't move

>>2406401
>So. This is another projection.
>You get that you could make a ton of money in Vegas just going legit right? This is actually very very good stage magic. Even if the drugs give it a little help.

>>2406401
Dodge and keep sassing him.

>>2406487
Supporting.

>>2406487
Keep dodging his attacks and say something like;

"This is a pretty good routine, cut out the drugs and you'd probably be a hit in Vegas. I mean the glass bowl look is never gonna beat Zatanna, but it's still pretty good."

If Zatanna isn't a thing yet, just replace her with her Dad.

>>2406422
>>2406487
>>2406519
>>2406588
Dodge master sasslord is a go

>>2406588
I'd kinda rather we weren't inherently calling him second rate. It seems rude.

Roll D20+5

Rolled 15 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2406647
Failure is not an option.

Rolled 14 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2406647

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Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2406647
FAILURE.
AIN'T.
AN.
OPTION.

Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2406647

>>2406662
You know, i knew this day would come, when irony smacked me in the ass.

>>2406662
Looks like failure's back on the menu boys

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>>2406662

>>2406672
Look at this way, nobody is dying from this, so it's not a huge failure. if nobody dies when we fuck up it can still be counted as a win

Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2406647

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2406647

Rolled 5 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>2406647

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2406588
Please I got this

>>2406401

Sprinting towards him you go to web the illusionist up when he finally puts his hands together and a bolt of bright purple energy jolts forward. Before you can even react it makes contact and you feel the breath leave your lips as you’re sent flying.

Coming to a halt on the far side of the room you hear him chuckling as Black Cat continues to pounce and fight an invisible foe.

“Tell me, was THAT a trick?” He taunts, weaving his hands in weird ways as he begins to literally float in the air.

You say nothing, staggering to your feet as you watch the display, the smoke pouring from his coat in waves as it twists and coils around him before bursting into flames. With a gesture the bolt of fire unfurls and launches at you, a glowing face of a dragon at it’s head. You manage to throw yourself out of the way, only for the sentient missile to twist around and arc through the open air.

You had seen Magic before, but never like this; Compared to Raven it made her look like parlor tricks.

“Go home kid.” He advises, giving the flaming mass a pet before turning his unfeeling domed head towards you. “Because you’re no match for the mystic Mysterio!” He says with a flourish before laughing.

“I dunno about you Mysterio, but now that I look at you are you just a Riddler and Scarecrow knockoff?” You spit back tightening your fists.

>Roll 1d100-10

Rolled 31 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2406836

Rolled 48 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2406836

Rolled 98 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2406836

Rolled 70 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2406836
Here we go, fucked up my first roll, therefore doesn't count

Rolled 94 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>2406836

>>2406847
Yeet!

>>2406847
>>2406853
AND WE PICKED OURSELVES RIGHT THE FUCK UP, WE DO NOT FAIL,
BECAUSE FAILURE. AIN'T. AN. OPTION.

>>2406847
>>2406853
"Ah, I see that you too know wirefu"

>>2406836

Rushing towards the fishbowl clad magician, doing what you can to avoid the serpent of flames and bolts of lighting. The problem was that the fire was so hot it melted your webbing, and any lines you DID make were literally blown up by bolts of crackling lightning. However as you got closer it became clear that Mysterio was not good in up close, as every attack he directed towards you was less at YOU but your means of getting close.

You needed help, you needed to get Felecia out of her supor and into this fight.

So you direct your attention away from the floating Mysterio and instead focus on Black Cat. Avoiding random strikes from the girl you manage to force her down beneath another pass of the flame serpent.

>Roll me a D20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2406979

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2406979
Please RNGsus.

>>2407005
Nice.

>>2407005
You already know what the chant is

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>>2407005
>Criting on pinning her down

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2406979
Nat 1

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2406979
Last time i rolled it didn't go well, so let's hope failure ain't an option

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2406979
Still isn't an option.

>>2406979
“Kitty Cat snap out of it.” You order, flicking her gently on her nose.

While at first she seems ready to slash you with her claws your words seem to finally process and she blinks at you. While she isn’t quite all there yet she at least recognizes that you aren’t one of whatever she was fighting. She seems to give you a nod, if not puzzled look as you roll off of her.

“What’s happening? Where did those rats go?” She asks, which gives you pause.

“Rats? What rats; Our biggest issue right now is the damn wizard shooting lightning and fire at us!” You exclaim, pointing to Mysterio.

“The Rodents of Unusual Size….Shut up Web-Head I can hear your thoughts.” She scowls, and you can’t help but chuckle.

“What’s the plan?” She asks

>Well?

>>2407761

Fight him to the pain

Distract him while Black Cat finds out what's powering his tech and shutting him down.

Alternately, trigger the sprinkler system and disperse the gas and maybe short his gauntlets.

>>2407781
>trigger the sprinkler system and disperse the gas and maybe short his gauntlets.
ill go with this, see if you can just throw stuff at him and keep him occupied

>>2407761
Web his helmet, Black Cat does what she can about his prop work, we close and try to stop this gas bag's flow.
Of drug gas.

Seems so far the idea is to trigger the fire system.

>Roll me a 1d100+10 for your acrobatic prowess.

Rolled 90 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2407951

Rolled 56 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2407951

Rolled 63 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2407951

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>2407958
Wew Lad.

Now Dice, An unrelated question:

Now or Soon?

1: Now
2: Soon

Rolled 93 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2407951

>>2407761

“The sprinklers.” You say after a moment of thought, firing of a series of webs at the man to ensure that he didn’t take advantage of your impromptu pow-wow.

“What about them?” She asks, clearly surprised at your ‘plan’.

“They should be able to disperse the fog as long as they are still connected to the water main. Set them off I’ll keep fishbowl busy.” You order and with a nod the two of you part ways.

Thankfully it seems Mysterio is focused on you, seeing as you were the one to have created the most trouble in his operation. So like any good unwanted guest you do what anyone would do; You begin to ask questions.

“So, tell me Fishbowl; Can I call you Fishbowl?” You start, rolling beneath a bolt of lighting before leaping up and over the flame serpent. “What got this all started? The drugs, the magic; That stuff isn’t common knowledge.”

He chuckles, and with a few more waves of his hands you see a number of small shimmers appear around the room before the begin to become far more dangerous. Beasts akin to what you’d think an Imp would look like begin to flutter out of the shimmering tears, lobbying all manner of colored bolts of energy at you. And you can’t help but curse as just the lightning and fire snake was bad enough.

“While I can’t exactly give you my card I can simply say that I didn’t find this gift so much as it was given to me; All I’ve done is take it farther than anyone else.” He promises with a flourish, seemingly content with his newest minions to do the work.

>Roll me a D6, first one takes it

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2408140

>>2408154
Nice.

>>2408154
failure is not an option

>>2408154
Spectacular

>>2408371
Superior.

>>2408405
Amazing

>>2408423
Perhaps even astonishing.

>>2408154
Astonishing.

>>2408435
Dang it.

>>2408444
Something that involves sensation.

>>2408140

Diving beneath a row of chairs you decide the charade is over and in a flash your clothes are gone and your Te’Mak is in its place. This however seems to draw the attention of the Imps, how you aren’t sure; But it doesn’t matter as you immediately start to blend into the floor and crawl away. Getting to the edge of the row you spring up to the wall and kick off of it, firing a veritable barrage of webs at the imps.

They scatter, but that is better then focused fire.

Managing to snag one in webs you yank it towards you before slamming it down against the ground, watching it bounce like jello against the ground. Ducking down again to avoid the vengeance from its brothers you hear a ear-splitting creek and suddenly a torrent of brown, rusted water spews out before rapidly becoming clear. It seems that Felicia had succeeded, and all around you the illusion of fresh seats and the smell of popcorn begins to bleed away.

Yes!

The Imps clearly seem distressed, but they continue to flutter around and persist.

“Llepsid luof erutaerc!”

The Imps clearly seem to be no more as they swell up like balloons and pop into nothingness, the only thing giving even a clue of what had happened was a flash of blue light.

“Zatanna,get the vagrants outside! I shall deal with the sorcerer” A voice calls behind you.

>Roll a D20-5

Rolled 19 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2408796

Rolled 10 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2408796

>>2408800
Did you guys load these dice or something?

>>2408828
Its cause I'm running my own quest. All my luck is transferred into rolling in other quests, so my NPCs get shit rolls.

>>2408796
Aw yiss...

>>2408828
We summon Leopardon on a triple critical.

Rolled 1 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2408796
Lemme tr!

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>>2408848

>>2408848
why moon
why

>>2408854
Because you touch yourself at night.

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>>2408848

Rolled 15 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2408796
Has RNGsus forgotten us?

Rolled 16 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2408796

>>2408828
>>2408864
with a hint of irony

Rolled 20 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>2408796
Last for me tonight

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>>2408914
THIS MAN RIGHT HERE

>>2408914
Ay/

*sigh*

Roll Flat D20

>>2408914
you saved it, thank god

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2408928

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2408928

>>2408934
*sigh* these loaded dice man.

>>2408934
HAHAHAHAHAHA

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>>2408934

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2408928
LET ME TRY!

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>>2408948
NO

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2408934
Did we really just come back from a 1 to a 20

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>>2408934

>>2408934
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDXIa8ivFEc

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2408928

>>2409296
This happens more than I ever wish to admit.

>>2408796

“Who are you calling a vagrant?” You shout in indignation, turning back to face who was calling you a ‘vagrant’.

Him and his VERY attractive assistant.

“Ezilibommi!” She shouts, pointing what appears to be a stage wand at you; A bolt of pink light leaps towards you.

What alarms you is that your Spider-Sense doesn’t go off, and so you simply dive out of the way. Was it because of the magic? Was it the same reason you hadn’t sensed the danger of the gas? Those were thoughts for later however, right now you had to talk under fire.

“We came here to wreck this operation! The one you want is him!” You insist, jabbing a finger out of the man before ducking under a bolt of energy Mysterio sent at you.

“Stop your games and help me, boy!” He shouts and you scowl behind your mask.

“Don’t you dare try and pull this, con man.” You warn and you decide in your infinite wisdom to charge the floating Mysterio.

>Roll me a D100-20

Rolled 2 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838

Rolled 98 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838

Rolled 80 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838

Rolled 89 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838
Here we go boys

Rolled 80 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838

Rolled 79 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>2409844
You almost killed us
>>2409861
Nice

Rolled 80 - 20 (1d100 - 20)

>>2409838

>>2409861
Well then

>>2409838

You were fast and it was time to put that speed to the test. Sprinting for the center row you dive into a roll, narrowly avoiding one of the lights crashing down behind you. All around you you notice that objects were coming loose from light fixtures to whole rows of benches.

It seemed that whatever magic was now flying around you really was resulting in a very dangerous game of dodgeball.

This left your direct attack out of the question, but given your agility you can still work with this. Leaping onto one of the larger chunks of debris that are flying around the ring you swear you can hear the Wicked Witch of the West cackling. Pushing that away however you cling to the structure, keeping your eyes on Mysterio.

As far as you could tell Zatanna and the mystery man had turned their focus to Mysterio, who seemed to be the cause of the localized tornado. This wasn’t a bad thing though, because this meant that Mysterio was also now focused on the two of them; And that meant you had an opening.

>Roll me a D6

Rolled 1 (1d6)

>>2410119

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>2410119

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2410119

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2410119

>>2410132
>>2410131
Yeet

>>2410134
Yote*

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2410119

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>2410119
Inb4 too late

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2410119

>>2410119

Waiting for your impromptu ride to place you behind Mysterio you tense yourself, preparing for your hastily put together idea. Catapulting yourself with every ounce of your strength you cock your hand back and if it weren’t for your suit you’d feel the wind blowing in your hair as you get closer.

“Curtain Call big guy!” You yell, getting his attention just in time for you to watch your fist collide with the dome of his helmet.

The wind almost instantly stops as you watch his body limply fly through the air, only stopping when he finally slammed into a row of chairs. Collapsing to the ground you let out a pant of relief, you hadn’t expected this much of a fight; Let alone the two magic wielding strangers. Getting to your feet you see that sure enough Felecia is gone, no doubt having used the ensuing chaos to get away.

While you certainly couldn’t blame her, it did sting slightly to know she’d just as quickly abandon you as stand by your side.

“So...about that whole ‘vagrant’ thing…” You start.

“Oh don’t think you’re getting out of this scotch free, Spider-Man.” The gentlemen says, surprising you that he knew who you were even though he called you a vagrant.

“You still have some explaining to do as to how you’ve come about a totem.” He continues and you feel your blood freeze.

>What do you do?
>A. Play dumb
>B. Aks where he heard about totems.
>C. Distract him, focus on the whole ‘vagrant’ thing.
>D. Other.

>>2410839
>B. Aks where he heard about totems.

>>2410839
>B. Ask* where he heard about totems

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>>2410839
>C. Disctract him
>"So do you know Superman? Wonder Woman? What about Flash? Oh oh! Do you know that guy with the green ring? Uh, Booster Gold?!"

>>2410839
>B. Ask where he heard about totems.

Is this just, like, common knowledge in the magical world?

>>2410839
>B. Aks where he heard about totems.

>>2410839
>B

>>2410839
>B. Ask where he heard about totems.

>>2410839
>>B. Ask where he heard about totems.
"Doesn't everyone have one that reveals fabulous powers to them?"

>>2410839

“Why is it that everyone who is in the mystic arts seems to know what that is?” You ask suddenly and you feel yourself starting to glare at the man. “Am I just chopped liver or is it common knowledge that I just don’t have about having one?”

The man gives you a slight grimace.

“Totems are...old magic, dark magic; The sort of magic that is born from animal sacrifices and cohorting with demons.” He starts, however he seems to realize the implications and holds his hands up. “Not that I think you do anything of the sort.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I was told: Demon has a part of my soul and now I’ve got powers in return; But everyone seems to think I’m some horrible thing, that I asked for this.” You say hotly, as this was the second time that someone knew something about where your powers were and were dancing around it.

“What part of Old and Dark magic are you not understanding child? It is not something you are prepared to handle!” The man insists, however you march up to him ready to give him the two cents you had been forced to hold onto; You were sick of platitudes, you want answers.

>What do you say? (Write in)

>>2412552
even if this shit's evil or demonic, at least we're hell-bent on doing some good. And hell, if it comes to it, we'll even fight that demon if he tries to pull shit with us

>>2412552
>I am not prepared for this, but it's still my responsibility since I have the power to do something about it.

>>2412552
"I literally dont have an answer because frankly nobody has ever sat me down to go into detail what is happening! I also never had a choice in any of this"

>>2412552
>"Sure, I don't know what exactly has a piece of me, but I've got a clue why. There are more of these Totem things in the hands of a handful of people. I've got the power to stop them from doing whatever it takes to win this game. It's my responsibility."

>>2412646
>>2412552
Supporting with a slight addendum:
What I do know is where-ever they came from, these powers have let me do some good

>>2412552
"Okay, I get that, but I am not handing over something that may or may not be the only thing keeping me alive and or not in hell. I have had to deal with people who have tried to kill my family and literally made of murder, and they will come for me regardless of me having that on me or not. I will not leave myself defenseless."