Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>2420501

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>2420501

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>2420501

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>2420501

>>2420526
>>2420511
The Dubs take it.

>>2420527
SO I been meaning to ask, does Flash have a good chance of becoming Agent Venom here?

>>2420530
I mean, it is a possibility.

>>2420501

Jaime Reyes.

Looking over his file it was honestly interesting. He was the most recent person to take up the mantle of the Blue Beetle. He was like you in a sense, costumed identity, wanted to help people, high schooler. Where it differentiated was that he had a host of abilities if the initial reports were to be believed.

And if they were to be believed he would be an excellent addition to the budding team.

You had already greenlit Zatanna, as having a dedicated magic user was something that might be a necessary evil due to the nature of the bloodsport you found yourself in. Another addition was Wally West, better known as Kid Flash. A speedster with a habit for cracking jokes just like his mentor it was evident he was rough around the edges and could probably use the team as a means of getting out from beneath the shadow of the Fastest Man Alive.

As for Reyes? If things came to it and you went bad, he would at least be able to take you down; While you hoped that might never happen it was always a good back up plan.

Setting the report down for a moment you return to your english work, more amazed that for the first time in your life schoolwork was a distraction and let you think about something equal parts trivial and worrying.

The party.

Ever since your little encounter with Flash things had been:
>A. Tense
>B. Awkward
>C. Same as always
>D. Other.

>>2420942
>>A. Tense

>>2420942
>C
If not a little better, bullies tend to shy away from backbone.

>>2420946
Supporting.

>>2420946
Yup

>>2420946
This here

>>2420946
This.

>>2420946
Sounds good to me.

>>2420942

Odd, to say the least. You were still most certainly the social outcast that was more or less ignored by all other rungs of the social ladder; But there was certainly an air of tension. If you had to guess the news of your little altercation with Flash at the mall had spread and now people weren’t sure what to think. Combined with your new outfits there were plenty of heads turning, though now instead of insults it was the hushed voices of confused teens trying to figure out if you had always looked the way you were or if you were still the same old nerd with new clothes.

You even could have sworn you were getting more...interested stares, though those were quickly stopped whenever Felicia around. Which was strange in itself since after the raid on Mysterio’s den she had been noticeably distant. It couldn’t have been because of something you had done, could it have?

When the bell finally rings you simply sum it up to girls being strange.

Packing up your things you sigh in relief that the day was done and that hopefully you could spend the next few hours finishing up your reports and maybe do a patrol around the city. You never thought you’d think about it but having a secret identity was tiring; Always having to slouch a bit with your bag to make it look like you were having difficulty carrying it or tripping up because someone tried to trip you but you caught it.

>Roll me a D20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2421492

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2421492

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2421492

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2421492

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2421492

>>2421527
why, why would you roll, we were doing so good

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>>2421527

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2421492

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2421492
watch me get a second nat 1

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2421555
Here, let me help.

I’m just gonna....lock the rolls here

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2421569
FUCK YOU DAD YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2421527
Shit I made the roll and fell asleep. Lemme try to redeem myself

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2421492
>>2421527
Oh joy.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2421527
Fuck you

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2422143
Well shit nigga damn

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2422143
>>2422145
FUCK YOU

>>2422143
Thank God he locked the rolls.

>>2422196
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLikP6BDH5w

>>2422201
YOU MOTHERFUCKER

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2421492
This can't get any worse, right?

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>2421527
>already locked

>>2422216
Well that takes care of that.

Still a 1 though.

>>2422218
Oh we know lmao

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2422201
Well if that's the case.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2422218
Well fine then. HOW BOUT THIS?

>>2422227
The joke I believe is over everyones head.

>>2421492

Like now for example.

Feeling your Spider-Sense go off you see someone ahead of you and presume that sure enough it is going to be a trip when you feel something vaguely fist sized slam into the back of your head and due to the surprise of the blow you are sent sprawling to the floor. It didn’t hurt, nowhere near as everyone who saw it probably thought. Hearing the laughter you know for a fact who it is and sure enough you feel two calloused hands grab the back of your new hoodie and drags you back to your feet.

“Hello Eugene.” You say, making sure to sound far more pain than was true.

“And who said you could call Flash that Whitey?” The slightly nasally voice of Jason Ionello barks out before shoving you forward.

You grimace at the words.

You knew for a fact that you could run your mouth and no doubt stand up to the group of no doubt thugs. But at the same time you had already broken your ‘character’ at the mall and if you kept doing it you may start to draw more and more attention to yourself. Turning to face them you see Felicia near the back, however unlike before she was now quiet.

Looks like you were on your own for this one.

>Well, what are you gonna do?
>A. Give ‘em Hell
>B. No, for now just let them get their kicks; It’s not worth the trouble.
>C. A bit of both, be verbal but let them get their licks in.
>D. Other.

>>2422288
>D. Other.
"lonello i dont think Eugene likes you speaking in his place, it's rather rude. Also, not a bad hit Eugene, solid 7/10, maybe strike lowers for better effect"

>>2422288
>C. A bit of both, be verbal but let them get their licks in.
But if they get physical again stop that shit in it's tracks

>>2422288
>B.

>>2422288
>D
Just do the scene from the first Sam Raimi film

>>2422295
Supporting.

>>2422295
>inviting yourself to be hit again
Have you never watched shows with bullies?

>B

Well show our true self at his-soon to be our-party

>>2422288
>D. Other.
"lonello i dont think Eugene likes you speaking in his place, it's rather rude. Also, not a bad hit Eugene, solid 7/10, maybe strike lowers for better effect"

>>2422288
>B. No, for now just let them get their kicks; It’s not worth the trouble.

>>2422801
>>2422600
>>2422337

Writing...with a twist.

>>2422288

She probably expects you to do what you did last time, just mouth off and walk away. But that would be a mistake, and so you know what has to be done. You had to let them think that sure enough, it was just some bravado and that it wouldn’t happen with a large crowd.

“I-I just figured it was him you know? Y-y-you guys usually don’t do the punching.” You stammer out, trying to backup you feel that you are trapped; A ring of students having encircled you and no doubt excited for the show. With the last few days of awkward tension they no doubt were roaring for things to go back to the way they used to be.

“Well maybe I’ll just have to do more of it then.” Jason snarls, balling up his hand in a fist and bringing it back for a punch.

You flinch, not out of fear but to sell that it would hurt. You hear the fist fly and you brace yourself for the impact but when you hear the slap of it against skin it doesn’t connect. Cracking open an eye you see that someone has caught the blow.

And whoever that person was they were clearly female thanks to their...ahem, endowment.

“What the hell?!” You hear him exclaim, and looking up at the girl you aren’t sure if you are relieved or horrified.

It was Karen Starr; Or as you knew her: The Cadmus S-02X1 Codenamed “Power Girl”.

>Wat Do (Write in)

>>2423171
>uuhhhhhhhhhhhh h-hi? You didn't have to do that

>>2423171
>Hang back for now, jump in with Peegee if a fight starts

>>2423171
"Uh...thanks."
>Make sure you actually make eye contact.

>>2423177
this

>>2423185
>>2423171
Also this. Is a good addition.

>>2423171
>"Uh- T-that was unnecessary of you, but I a-appreciate it."
Keep the charade going with the stammering.

>>2423177
>>2423185
These are good.

Also, sorry Felicia fans but I have to jump on that PG train now that she's shown up

>>2423215
Understandable.
She seems alright.
For the two seconds we've known her.

>>2423171
>>"Uh- T-that was unnecessary of you, but I a-appreciate it."
>Keep the charade going with the stammering.
Maintain eye contact.

>>2423171

It’s clear that she’s aware of who you’re supposed to be, or it least it seemed that way. Why else would she be here stopping a punch towards your person if she didn’t see you as important? Whatever the reason you now had a random variable in what should have been a very cut and clean lie.

“What’s your problem, Bitch?” Jason snarls, going to move his fist from her hand only to find that sure enough it wasn’t budging.

“I don’t know, what’s yours limp dick? Or are you just mad that he has more spine than you?” She taunts, squeezing her hand ever so slightly and you watch as the teen wince and back away.

“U-um T-thanks Miss?” You stammer, pleading with your eyes that she go with the idea for now.

“Karen.” She says with a tight smile before giving the group a glare that seems to make all of them jump, including Flash.

You quickly take your queue and scurry out of the crowd, practically running for the exit. The moment you’re out of sight you leap to the rooftops and sure enough not even a minute later Karen touches down beside you, her arms folded.

“So you’re the Spider-Man, huh?” She asks.

You nod. “The one and only yes.” You confirm.

The moment you do however she gives you the slightest hint of a glare. “I don’t see what Kal-El saw in you, letting the normals push you around like that.” She challenges, arms crossed.

You were worried about this sort of outcome.

When you had gotten to Power Girl’s file the the night prior you had found that Superman had left a note. Apparently due to her nature and purpose she lacked much of the ‘human’ experience seeing as she was born from a tube and spliced from a his DNA and what Kryptonian tech the lab rats had managed to replicate. This had left her with a slight sense of ego that the Man of Steel had wished for you to….help with.

But for now you had to confirm to her that sure enough you were her future leader; The only question was how?

>Well? (Write-In)

>>2423739
"Due to the nature of my abilities, there are several others out there who are trying to kill me by any means necessary. They have already kidnapped members of my family once, and I doubt they would hesitate to do it again. This, the best way to make sure that doesn't happen is to make sure no one makes the connection of civilian me to Spiderman. Ergo, acting how I used to in front of the people who bullied me. Immediate retaliation isn't always the best option."

>>2423752
This but like a normal or more specifically,

>"Because of my powers there are people who are gonna try and kill me I have to act "weak" to make sure people don't get suspicious an go after me and my family. I can't just fight back like you can

>>2423739

"I'm acting like this so people don't make the connection between me and spiderman. I already have enemies and nearly lost one of my last remaining family due to one of them finding out where I live."

>>2423739
Just don't need everybody catching on, you know? Playing to expectations.
Besides, they're not worth the trouble of worrying about.

>>2423752
>>2423782
>>2423871
Maybe also add

"It's not like I like bending over for Eugene and his cronies, but for me to change so suddenly would be... noticeable."

>>2423739
"Well im sorry i disappoint but unlike some of you not all of us were born powerful, the sudden overnight change of a nerd to a super strong hero would be suspicious, not only that, but if i fought back id probably kill them, nit knowing my own strength"

>>2423967
No, we are explaining, not arguing with her. Unless we roll badly.

>>2423739

The best was to explain it to her. “Look, I didn’t wake up the day I was born with these.” You start, thankful for Felicia’s limited guidance so far on ‘being yourself’ in that your voice doesn’t waiver as you confront someone who could easily rip you in half.

“I woke up half a month ago with them and in the same day someone tried to kill my Uncle. All those kids back there? They know me as a scared loser who couldn’t even do push ups right. Imagine if I start doing things ‘out of the ordinary’? Someone will notice, and if they are looking for that sort of sign they’ll know exactly who to come after.” You scold, and you can feel your muscles tensing.

“That doesn’t mean you should let them treat you like you are beneath them. One day you might save them and they’ll never know! Are you really going to be able to let them walk all over you for the rest of your youth?” She asks.

>Will you?
>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.
>B. I might, it’s only another year of putting up with them.
>C. Yes. Because as long as I want to be me and Spider-Man I have to keep who I really am hidden.
>D. Other

>>2424062
>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.

baby steps

>>2424062
>B. I might, it’s only another year of putting up with them.

It'll make for a hilarious high school reunion after the fact. It's all about the long con.

>>2424062
>>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.

>>2424062
>A

>>2424062
>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.

>>2424062
>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.
Besides, long cons are the best. Let's go to class.

>>2424062
>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.

>>2424062
>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.
Aunt May and Uncle Punisher didn't raise no idiot! Slow and steady.

Roll me a d20

>>2424062
>>A. No. But I have to be slow, I have to make it seem like I am changing, just not overnight.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2424126

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424126

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2424126

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2424126

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2424126

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2424126
Let ME HELP!

>>2424144
STOP HELPING

>>2424150
NEVER!

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2424126

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2424126

>>2424136
Looks like this will work.

>>2424062

“Of course not!” You reply almost instantly, surprising even yourself as you continue. “You think I like that I’ve been pushed around all my life and yet now that I have the power to do something about it I have to PRETEND that I’m still pathetic?!” You almost shout, turning to face her fully as your eyes narrow.

“I hate it.” You all but spit out “But if to keep some semblance of a normal life I can’t let who I am in the costume bleed into who I am out of it. And that means being really slow, and really careful not to slip up.” You continue, only to get a smirk out of her.

“Seems to me like you’re just a coward.” She taunts, cracking her knuckles.

“Maybe I should see what they find so fun about knocking you around.”

>Are you going to rise to the challenge?
>A. You know what? If she wants it she’ll get it!
>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’
>C. No, You weren’t going to let her get under your skin.
>D. Other.

>>2424324
>A. You know what? If she wants it she’ll get it!
>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’
let's see how we stack up

>>2424324
>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’
Gotta show her that you're not going to let her push you around since she's in on your secret in the first place. Test her out.

>>2424324
>D. Get under HER skin. "You can bully me anytime."

>>2424324
>A. You know what? If she wants it she’ll get it!

>>2424324
>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’

But taunt her with >>2424331

>>2424324
>>A. You know what? If she wants it she’ll get it!
>>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’

Time to dodge like we never dodged before. Piccolo would be proud of us.

And also>>2424331

>>2424324
What's her problem? saves us just to bully us

>>2424324
>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’
Not this
>>2424331
It's stupid.

>>2424324
>>A. You know what? If she wants it she’ll get it!

>>2424324
>>B. Consider it ‘seeing what she’s capable of’

>>2424324
>C

Roll me a D100+10

Rolled 33 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2424405

Rolled 56 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2424405

Rolled 32 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2424405

Rolled 79 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2424405

Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2420501

Rolled 50 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2424405

>>2424324
PLEASE TELL IT NE COUNTS IM SORRY I'M ON MOBILE

Rolled 40 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>2424405

>>2424418
ooohhhhh

>>2424418
HOLY SHIT STOP ROLLING

>>2424421
It does count, yes.

>>2424421
Good job

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>2424405

>>2424418
Whoo boy. Time to show a Krpytonian why pissing off someone who has magic based powers is a bad plan.

>>2424454
FUCK YOU PEEJ

>>2424324

In a flash your costume is on and you give her the subtlest hint of a grin.

“I dunno, going head to head with a Kryptonian doesn’t seem like such a bad idea right now. Can’t say most people would say that.” You respond, giving her the all too traditional ‘come hither’ hand wave.

Almost immediately your Spider-Sense goes off and you tilt your head to the side, feeling of the wind blowing past your head and sure enough there is a fist where your head had been. She was scarily fast, however thanks to your almost supernatural danger sense and reflexes you were in the clear. Leaping back you almost immediately regret the action as you remember that sure enough she can fly.

The impact of her shoulder to your midsection knocks the wind out of you and while you can certainly feel the slight weight of her very...feminine attributes; However that will have to be something to remember later as you are carried up and away from Jump and towards the rural hills of the valley beyond. Clutching your hands together you grunt, bringing them down on her back in an attempt to break her hold and to your surprise she lets out a moan of pain and releases you.

Now stuck in a freefall you snap the glider wings open and aim for the ground, making a note to never fight her in the air if you could help it. Though the question was on how you had manage to harm her; You had seen Superman have buildings dropped on his head and be nearly fine and yet a slight back blow had managed to harm her. Was it just she wasn’t as strong as the Man of Steel yet?

You’d have to find out later, for now it was back to the fight.

The moment you touched the ground you had to roll away as a scoring ray of heat cuts the ground behind you. The slight crackling is all you need to hear to know that the dirt had turned to glass and you realize that just perhaps pissing her off hadn’t been the best plan. Getting to your feet you fire off a pair of webs, catching Kryptonian Clone by the ankles before dragging her back to Earth.

All the strength of Superman, but none of the Tactical skill it seemed.

>Roll me a D100

>>2424627

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>2424627

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>2424630

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>2424627
FAILURE AIN'T AN OPTION

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>2424627
Just this once

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>2424627
cmon now

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>2424627

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>2424627

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2424627

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>2424627

>>2424648
now we're talkin'

>>2424648
Well Done.

>>2424627

The moment she touches down she looks equal parks irritated and surprised.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” She says with a grin. “Not even Wonder Woman hits that hard.” She congratulates.

“I’m sensing a ‘but’ here.” You reply, already tense for the next exchange of blows.

Her grin says it all, but she decides to grace you with her voice regardless.

“But I guess that means I’m going to have to take this seriously.”

There is a thud akin to a cannon as she rockets towards you, arm cocked back and ready to strike. However unlike the last blow the few scant seconds you had before impact were enough to realize your earlier mistake. She was a brawler, using her neigh invincibility and unparalleled strength to simply overwhelm you.

She had all the strength in the world, but it was going to be the very thing you could now exploit.

>Roll me a D20 for potentially awesome shenanigans.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424695

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2424695

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2424695

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2424695

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2424695
I'M HELPING!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2424695
1

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2424695
Dakkadakka.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2424695

>>2424718
Not quite critical awesome, but still cool.

>>2424695

Sticking yourself to the ground you pray to god this works and doesn’t rip your legs from your torso as you feel your body begin to twist out of the way. Before you’re completely clear however you hook your arm with hers, and almost immediately you feel every muscle in your body go tense as the almost unstoppable is caught by the almost immovable object. Immediately releasing your grip on the ground you use the momentum of her moving forward to swing up and behind her. Pressing your knees into her back you fire off a strand of webs hopping off, your heels digging into the loose dirt as you momentarily ski across the ground.

And this is where the fun began.

>roll 1d100, first three.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>2424758

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2424758

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>2424758

>>2424766
Who boy Power Girl's about to Ride the Lightning

>>2424758
>

Holding tight you feel your ankles protest as you stick to the ground and your shoulders begging for you to stop as they nearly dislocate themselves. Though this pain is brief compared to the result it gets you, as once the strands of web go taught all of Power Girl’s horizontal moment becomes rotational; With you as the centerpoint. Turning with the rotation you can’t help but feel satisfied when the teen slams face first into the dirt at full speed. You know she’s more than fine, however that still cautions as you move through the plume of dust.

For a moment you’re almost afraid that you HAD done major damage when you are pinned to the ground in a blur of motion. Every attempt to move is stopped and when the dust settles you find Karen straddled atop you, grinning.

“Mmm, What a rush. All the bots back at the lab were never as fun as you are; Spider-Boy.” She all but purrs and you can’t help but feel something run down your spine.

Seems Superman had forgot to mention just how Little she knew.

>Roll Spaghetti

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424897
Let's try not to spill webbing everywhere, shall we?

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2424897

>>2424941
There's always one

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>>2424941

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>2424897

maximum noodle spilling

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424897
Meh.

>>2424941
>>2424955
Eh I tried, looks like death by Superlewds.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2424897
rolling anyway

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2424897
*sigh* Let's see if I can salvage this.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>2424897

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>2424897
Oh jeez, oh man.

>>2424941
Oh boy. I wonder if she even knows what a boner is yet

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>>2425028
SHE KNOWS

>>2425028
SHE KNOWS NOW

>>2424941
mama mia

So wait, is Power Girl this universe's Superboy? I thought she was just Supergirl from an alternate universe or something, not a Superman clone?

>>2425072
Superman clone vat gown by Cadmus.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424897
Nuffle guide my Pow.

>>2425072
DCAU origin for power girl from the old Superman cartoon.
Chances are Connor's still around.

>>2425072
>>2425077
Can't wait to see if Danvers is around in this universe too

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>>2425034
>>2425064
ITS HAPPENING

>>2424941
I wake up to disappointment.

I didn’t know I had kids yet.

>>2425120
At least it was a fail at a funny moment. Death by snu-snu, or drowned in spaghetti?

>>2425131
Webs everywhere

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2424897
Brush upon the pasta my son.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2424897

>>2425156
Just accept the pasta boy.

>>2425159
Time for lewds?

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>>2424897
I substitute your lewds and replace them with one thing more powerful, more dark and depraved.

>>2425169
You would really take advantage of her naivety for something so base and degenerate?

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2425169

>>2425165
>>2425169
We'd need more than just one 1 for lewds.
Last time it took 3

>>2425159
Fine, I surrender unto your will.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2425169
>>2425172
Fine. Rolling for chance of lewds. The higher, the better.

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>>2424897

Stuck with nowhere to go you feel the rollercoaster of thoughts in your brain leave the station at Mach speed. You continue to squirm and struggle but the battle becomes less of a physical conflict but a mental one. As you tried to find out you naturally found your eyes desperately searching for a way out you discover that even that is a bad idea.

Because as quick as your brain was moving it was also noticing things it shouldn’t have. The first thing that filters through your brain is the depth of her deep blue eyes. With the slightest flecks of grey the only thing you could presently compare them to was your brief glimpse of Earth only a few days before. The actual surprise of noticing this mid battle causes you to stop your struggling for your moment. The Maiden if Might seems to notice this pause and the slight raising of her eye reminds you that you need to focus.

However tearing your eyes away from her was perhaps worse than just keeping eye contact.

You hadn’t noticed it before but up this close up it was hard to ignore the slight tears and cuts in the fabric of her clothing. And naturally or by chance they seemed to criss cross like a treasure map towards two very particular rises of slightly tanned flesh. It takes a full two seconds to process what is in front of you, though in the back of your mind you’d be guilty to admit that 1.2 seconds of that was just delaying before you slammed your eyes shut.

And here was the worst mistake.

After only a moment you feel the tip of her finger on your chest and a slight chuckle escape her lips.

“What’s wrong oh valiant leader? Your heart’s beating awfully fast. It’s almost as if it’s your whole body.” She muses.

...Oh no.

You snap your eyes open to try and give a panicked apology but all you see is a wide, knowing grin. There is no denying it, or attempting to hide what she was insinuating. And as she slowly gets to her feet and offers you a hand you can’t help but feel Superman lied to you.

She knew a LOT more than he thought.

Getting helped to your feet she says one last thing before ferrying you back to Jump: “This is going to be a fun team.”

>Roll me a d3

Rolled 2 (1d3)

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Rolled 1 (1d3)

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>>2425187
2 it is.

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>>2425184
I'm not a lech, I swear!

Hope you boys liked your steaming load of spaghetti

>>2425202
Please sir, may we have some more?

>>2425202
PG is the best for spilling spaghetti on. And maybe spilling other things

>>2425184

It had been three days and yet now as you sat on your bed staring at yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel the anxiety creeping up on you. It seemed that Felicia had a sense of humor when you were at the mall, as you were now dressed in an undone red button down, black undershirt and deep blue jeans; More or less a parody of your usual suit. When you had confronted her initially about it earlier that afternoon she insisted that it looked good and that the color association would make you more confident.

It certainly didn’t feel that way as you fiddled with your phone.

You were never really a social person, ironically enough the ostracization from Flash and the other cliques had made that issue far worse. Yet now here you were going to what many would probably consider a ‘stereotypical’ house party. Booze, girls, loud music and filled to the brim with kids with lowered inhibitions.

You’d take to it like a fish in concrete.

Feeling the thing buzz in your hand you guess that it’s Felicia, and sure enough the text that she’s down here flashes across the screen. ‘Well,’ you think to yourself ‘time to get this show on the road.’

>Roll me a D6, first three

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>>2425513
not bad not bad at all

>>2425513
Whell I'll be

>>2425501


It’s almost calming as you tag along in Felicia’s car, the music more or less tuned out as you do what you can to mentally fortify yourself. After a good fifteen minutes of driving the stop and go traffic of the city is replaced with smooth winding roads through the hills. If it weren’t for the fact that you’d be spending the night in a bizarre situation you’d find it calming. And then sure enough another five minutes later you can already hear the slight thud of bass speakers and any preparations you made were nothing in comparison to the rising nerves of what could go wrong.

‘We’re going to Flash’s Saturday.’ She said ‘It’ll be good for you’ she said.

Stepping out of the car you take a deep breath and think to yourself:

‘What would Spider-Man do?’

>Well, what’s your starting plan.
>A.Hit the punch bowl, avoid contact and hopefully get buzzed
>B. Hopefully it’s dark, hit the dancefloor and try and forget yourself
>C. Find a quiet corner to just relax in.
>D. Other

>>2425737
>A

>>2425737
>D. Other
Sit on couch with juice or coke, play fruit ninja on phone

>>2425737
>A.Hit the punch bowl, avoid contact and hopefully get buzzed
They call it liquid courage and it works for me so hey why not Spider-Man

>>2425737
>A
Into
>C

>>2425737
>B
Dance Dance Revaluation skills goooo...

>>2425737
>A.Hit the punch bowl, avoid contact and hopefully get buzzed

>>2425737
>B
Keep moving.

Roll me a D20+10

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

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Rolled 5 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

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Rolled 6 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

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Rolled 8 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

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Rolled 14 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>2425790
Nat 20 hype.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

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>>2425816
Thank you.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

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>>2425737

You needed a drink and for the first time in your life there was plentiful amount of it for you to partake in; Sure it was illegal technically but hey, it was a block party. It takes you a minute to find the punch bowl, having to have maneuvered to the kitchen without getting caught out by Flash or any number of his less intelligent goons. Much to your relief you manage to get there uncontested and after downing a full two glasses of the elixir you start to feel the slight buzz. This must have been what you’d seen online called ‘jungle juice’.

The hype must have been far overrated because you didn’t feel much more than relaxed at the moment.

Filling a plastic cup to go you decide to find a place to do what you normally did in these sorts of ‘school social gatherings’: Find a nice quiet spot to hopefully not be disturbed. Thanks to your uncanny balance and Spider-Sense you manage to keep your drink delectably full as you make your way to:

>A. The upstairs porch
>B. The basement rec room
>C. Just head outside.
>D. Other.

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>>2426118
>A
Acquire the high ground.

>>2426118
>C
Chill out and lookit stars
But also be accessible

>>2426118
Yes, having the high ground is always important.
But I gotta go with
>C. Just head outside.
and get on the roof for the maximum amount of high ground.

>>2426151
This

>>2426118
>A. The upstairs porch
Spiders like to stay up high

>>2426151
+1

Alright, to the porch!

>>2426118

You remember seeing an outer patio area upstairs when you were entering and so make your way past drunken dancers, fumbling couples all but tearing each other out of their clothes and even a slight drunken scuffle before the stairs are finally in sight. You can swear you see Felicia with one of the Jocks wrapped around her finger but just as quick as you glimpsed it the sea of people obscured your sight. How could people call this fun? With all the noise and lack of space it was suffocating!

You decide that the last thing you need to do is hunt down your only friendly face in the crowd and instead retreat to the safety of upstairs.

Almost immediately it is far quieter as you round the corner and make your way down the hall. The occasional banging and groan of...something is not the most welcome replacement for the clamor downstairs but it was less constant. It takes you another minute before you figure out the way out to said patio, but you are no less thankfully for it.

Closing the sliding glass door behind you it is almost like walking into a whole other world as the sound of the party and cajoling becomes a far more muffled and distant problem. Sighing in relief you set yourself on one of the hanging benches and lounge, enjoying the cool night air and the sight of the moon beginning to reflect off the water of the bay.

>Roll me a D4

Rolled 2 (1d4)

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Rolled 1 (1d4)

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Rolled 10 (1d20)

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>>2426344
Wat

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>2426344
Shit I'm retarded sorry

Rolled 2 (1d4)

>>2426327

STOP ROLLING

>>2426327
You don’t even feel the thirty minutes pass as you lounge there, slowly sipping the punch down and simply trying to make yourself comfortable. The only reason the subtle and pleasant haze of slight drunkenness is lifted when you hear the glass window slide open. Turning to face the stranger you’re surprised to see that they are not only female, but someone you didn’t recount passing in the halls at school.

Black hair in a sort of pixie bob that cast shadows on almost porcelain like skin that was akin to the pure light of the moon itself. The only other thing that surprised you was her eyes; Deep green with flecks of gold that shone in the light. When your eyes meet she gives you a smirk, raising her own solo cup up in a toast.

“I don’t suppose there’s room for one more up here, is there?” she asks, her voice confident but clearly desperate for an escape from party.

>Do you oblige?
>A. Yes
>B. No
>C. Other

>>2426663
>C. Other
Pat the seat next to you.

>>2426663
>Yes

>>2426663
>>A. Yes

>>2426663
>A. Yes

>>2426663
>A. Yes

>>2426663
>A. Yes
Huh, i actually can't pinpoint this

Alrighty.

>>2426663
So, who's this then? Another young hero appearing out of nowhere to check us out?

>>2426663

“By all means” You say, sitting up and making room on the bench for your newest companion to sit.

She gives you a quick ‘thanks’ before closing the door behind her and taking a seat beside you .

“So, tall, dark and lonesome why are you out here all on your own?” She asks, her eyes doing a once over of your outfit. “Girls always love the whole ‘silent brooding’ routine.” She teases and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Do they? Is that why you’re here?” You reply, getting a soft joking punch to the shoulder

“In your dreams maybe.”

Normally you’d probably stammer out an apology but between the alcohol and joking climate you felt surprisingly...relaxed.

“Is that why you showed up just as I was about to fall asleep?” You taunt.

“Oh you’re dangerous.” She says with a smirk “A real Lady Killer.” She adds.

You roll your eyes.

“So, what brings you out here?” You ask and to your question you simply get a sigh and roll of the eyes.

“My friend Max got an invite to the party and dragged me along. Had enough of a bunch of drunk apes drooling over me and thinking they could try something.” She answers.

“Oh I’m Raven by the way, Raven Darkholme.” She says and before the words can even leave your mouth.

“Yes, yes like the Titan I know; But trust me, I was in this city long before she was.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“And you?” She asks.

“Alex, Alex White.”

The fact that she doesn’t immediately recoil confirms your suspicions that she was a stranger to you, seeing as your name usually lead to a laugh or spark of recognition. Given that this Raven girl had seemingly no clue was a breath of fresh air.

>Roll me a D6

Rolled 5 (1d6)

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>>2426815
OH SHIT WHAT DOES MYSTIQUE WANT?

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>>2426818
Heheheheheehehe

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Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2426815
Oh shit!

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>>2426820
Romjin or Laws??? These universes and timelines are so confusing.

>>2426815
In our drunken state say
>"you're a lot more sociable then raven"
And sip our juice without elaborating

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>2426815
May's spaghetti

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>>2426815
...Could Weaver have made Mystique into a Totem user in this quest?

>>2427371
There could be lizard totems, maybe.

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>>2427372
Sounds a little far fetched

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>>2426815

The rest of the party seems to drop away from the world as the two of you sit there and talk. You learn that she’s an avid fan of Grey Ghost and The Shadow, which was a first to you. In turn you share with her some of your more embarrassing stories from summer camp, which manage to get plenty of chuckles and smirks.

“Really? You were thirteen years old and on a panty raid?” She asks, skeptical; To which you hold up your hands.

“Hey, hey they wanted a lookout! I didn’t WANT to be there.” You argue.

She just gives you a smirk, and you realize just how close she had gotten to you over the what? Hour, hour and a half you had been together.

“Keep telling yourself that, Cranston.” She says, resting her head on your shoulder.

“I will, Lane.” You asure.

“For only The Shadow knows!” The two of you say simultaneously, and that causes both of you to burst into small fits of giggles on top of each other.

“I’ve got to say, this beats getting wasted and being crammed on a dance floor.” She says after a moment, and you nod.

It was certainly strange, how comfortable things were here compared to what you probably would have had elsewhere. What was it? Why was this...okay? Was it normal.

You weren’t sure.

She seemed okay with it, slightly leaned into you with her head on your shoulder. But to you it was bizarre, you never had female...friends? Companions? It was something you had always lacked due to the constant target on your back from Flash, yet sure enough here was Raven; More than happy to spend the evening away from the party and to instead be with you.

>Does it matter?
>A. It doesn’t hurt to ask.
>B. No, just savor it.
>C. Other (Write-In)