>>2876951
>A mild-mannered high school student

>college student majotinh in chemistry and engineering

So us building our tech is justified

>>2876951
>A mild-mannered high school student

>>2876951
>An amateur motorcycle racer

>>2876951
>>A college student majoring in Chemistry and Engineering...and you're late for your internship!

>>2876951
>>A college student majoring in Chemistry and Engineering...and you're late for your internship!

>>2876951
>A mild-mannered high school student

I've been wanting to get some more spider man since i picked up Spider Man PS4

also as a heads up QM, there was another guy called Weaver who used to run here, so people might get confused and also be angry, just as a heads up

>>2876951
>A college student majoring in Chemistry and Engineering...and you're late for your internship!

>>2876951
>A mild-mannered high school student

>>2876951
>A college student majoring in Chemistry and Engineering...and you're late for your internship!

>>2876981
>>2876995
>>2877004
>>2877010
>>2877032


You're currently enrolled in University of Tokyo's Science Department, majoring in chemistry and engineering. However, one of the requirements for graduation is to do a two-month internship. Which you're late for!

You hastily get dressed for work and run out of the family apartment (the internship doesn't pay), running past your younger siblings (Shinko, 18. Takuji, 7) and jump into your dad's car, currently idling.

"Woke up late?" your father asks bemusedly. Your father is Dr. Hiroshi Yamashiro, an esteemed researcher in the field of astronomy. "What tipped you off?" you reply dryly. He smirks. "Your hair's a mess." he says. You look in the rearview mirror to see that you've got a nasty case of bedhead. You grumble and futilely try to brush it back with your hands, which gets a laugh out of your dad.

One of the perks of this internship is that you and your dad both work at the same location- the Hasegawa Multidisciplinary Research Institute. It's a massive organization that covers every major field of science: medicine, physics, engineering, computer science, you name it. HMRI acts as a hired 'think tank', essentially acting as guerilla scientists that get hired whenever a company or government department needs top scientific minds to work on a problem and can't cut it with their own specialists.

Of course, as an intern, you're getting the less than glamorous assignments. Today, you're helping set up a major science expo featuring scientists from around the world.

(Cont)

>>2877039

After punching in at the HMRI Building, you quickly gather the supplies you need to bring down to the expo hall- flash drives with presentations, projectors, tables, prototype engine models, etc. You load up the items into a series of cardboard boxes and put those into another intern's car- Sojiro Hamano, a fellow U of T student. "That everything?" asks Sojiro. "Yep- double checked, triple checked." you say. "Man, I'm so excited for this expo," Sojiro says as he starts the car. "I heard a representative from Stark Industries is going to be there!"
.
>"Don't get your hopes up, it won't be Tony Stark."
>"Really? Hadn't heard that."
>"Can we just go? I'm tired as hell and just wanna get this over with..."
>Write in

>>2877075
>"Can we just go? I'm tired as hell and just wanna get this over with..."

>>2877075
>>"Really? Hadn't heard that."
I don't want to be a jerk, and I don't want to be an unenthusiastic fun-sucker.

>>2877075
>"Really? Hadn't heard that."

>>2877075
>"Can we just go? I'm tired as hell and just wanna get this over with..."

>>2877084
>>2877115
>>2877097
>>2877112

Need a tie breaker

>>2877133
Bump

>>2877133
>>"Can we just go? I'm tired as hell and just wanna get this over with..."
I'll swap my vote then.

>>2877075
>>"Don't get your hopes up, it won't be Tony Stark."

>>2877084
>>2877115
>>2877310

You rub the sleep-crust out of your eyes and yawn. "Can we just go?" you ask sleepily. "I'm tired as hell and just wanna get this over with."

"Wow, someone didn't get their coffee this morning." remarks Sojiro.

Traffic to the expo center is congested, and you take the time spent idling on the road to check the news on your phone: a lot of stuff about America's superheroes and their battles against supervillains. Japan doesn't have as many heroes as America- you used to have Big Hero 6, but nobody's seen them in a while. There's also Silver Samurai, but he's also been gone for a long time. Some have chalked it up to cultural differences, but you just think it's because New York City is way denser in terms of population than Tokyo.

"Alright, we're here." says Sojiro, pulling into a parking lot in front of the expo hall. "You grab the engine prototype, and I'll grab the projectors."

You pick up the engine- no small feat, it's heavy as shit!- and hoof it inside. Your back feels like it's about to turn into an accordion when you finally find the HMRI booths. You gingerly set the down the prototype and slump over onto a table, gasping for breath.

"You okay, Takuya-kun?" asks your father. You look up to see your dad in his labcoat along side another middle-aged man in a similar labcoat. His name tag reads 'Dr. Katsuo Nakahara, HMRI Genetics Department'.

>"I'm a science major that just had to do heavy lifting, take a wild guess why I'm writhing in agony."
>"Hey, Dad. Can I talk to you in a minute? I'm busy dying here..."
>"Ooooh, Mom's gonna be ticked when she finds out you're seeing someone else!"
>Write in

>>2877075
>"Really? Hadn't heard that."

>>2877399
Oh shit oops, a minute late

>>2877396
>"I'm a science major that just had to do heavy lifting, take a wild guess why I'm writhing in agony."

>>2877396
>>"Hey, Dad. Can I talk to you in a minute? I'm busy dying here..."

>>2877396
>"I'm a science major that just had to do heavy lifting, take a wild guess why I'm writhing in agony."

>>2877396
>>"I'm a science major that just had to do heavy lifting, take a wild guess why I'm writhing in agony."

>>2877396
>>"Hey, Dad. Can I talk to you in a minute? I'm busy dying here..."

>>2877405
>>2877421
>>2877428

"I'm a science major that just had to do heavy lifting," you wheeze in between gasps for air. "Take a wild guess why I'm writing in agony!"

Your dad laughs. "Ah, cheer up! You're not that outta shape!" he says with a big grin. "My heart rate says otherwise..." you say weakly.

Dad rolls his eyes with a bemused smirk. "Anyway, I wanted to introduce you to one of the presenters representing HMRI." he says. Dr. Nakahara bows politely. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Takuya-san. Your father has spoken very highly of you."

You rub the back of your head sheepishly. "Ah, jeez, I haven't done anything worthy of hyping up."

"On the contrary," says Dr. Nakahara with a smile. "I read your entrance essay on carbon nanotubes and their potential use in 3D printing and found it fascinating. In fact- ah, where did she go..."

He looks over his shoulder, and you follow his gaze to see a fairly attractive dark-haired woman in a cardigan, long skirt and labcoat tinkering with a piece of machinery being put on display.
"Yoshida-san! Yamashiro-san's son is here!"

The woman stops what she's doing and walks over. "Ah, you're Takuya-san!" she says brightly. "Your paper was very impressive- I'm very surprised someone your age had such a nuanced understanding of engineering and physics."

Was that a complement or condescension? You're about to reply when the master of ceremonies tells everyone that the doors are about to open to the public.

Hours pass as you give demonstrations of the prototype. To sum it up, the prototype is a high-power electric motor that could be operated for days at a time without overheating. It doesn't always work (requiring you and Sojiro to consult the pamphlet left by the scientist who made it to troubleshoot), but that's prototypes for you- there's always quirks and hiccups. You have to admit, it's a pretty amazing piece of technology.

As time passes, a guy who's clearly from Europe or North America walks up. He looks at the engine closely and lets out a low whistle. "Wow, are those... synthetic exopolymer injectors?" asks the man. His Japanese is a little shaky, but from how he seems to stop mid-sentence, you assume he only just recently learned how to speak it. "Hmmm....chain belt could be improved...have you considered vibranium?"

"Well, even if I did, it's not my invention, so it wouldn't change much." you say earnestly. "Also, vibranium's hard to come by."

"I've met a guy or two who knows where to find some..." says the man. "Name's Peter Parker. What's yours?"

"Takuya Yamashiro. It's nice to meet you, Parker-san." you say. He extends an open hand, and you give him a confused look. He smacks himself on the forehead with the hand after a moment of awkward silence. "Right! Japan. Bow, don't shake hands. Whoops!"

He bows awkwardly, and you try your best not to laugh.

"So, what brings you to Tokyo, Parker-san?" you ask. "Well, I'm between jobs, so I'm doing freelance work here," (Cont)

>>2877396
>"I'm a science major that just had to do heavy lifting, take a wild guess why I'm writhing in agony."

What's the Japanese version of Oscorp? OssuCorpu? Also, would we be producing our own webs like Sam Raimi or would we go with the web shooters?

>>2877500
"I have a friend at Stark Industries who needed to have someone do some talent scouting here," says Parker. "They were even willing to cover my hotel and airfare, so how could I say-"

Parker stops mid-sentence, eyes going wide. "Get down!" he shouts.

>"Wait, what?"
>"Are you alright?"
>Don't question it, hit the deck.
>Write in

>>2877529
>>Write in
Look at him weird, but as soon as he hits the deck follow suite

>>2877529
>>Don't question it, hit the deck.

>>2877529
>>Don't question it, hit the deck.

>>2877543
>>2877576

You don't even question it. You throw yourself to the ground, not knowing what's going on-


BOOM

It happens before you even hit the ground. Everything is in chaos. Smoke fills the hall as your ears ring. People scream and flee in every direction, nobody knows what just happened. People scream for ambulances.

Something hurts.

Something really, REALLY HURTS.

You look down to see a twisted shard of metal about the size of a credit card lodged into your right leg. Judging from the amount of blood leaking from the sides of the wound, it's probably nicked an artery. You hear someone screaming in pain and it takes you a moment to realize that the person screaming is you. You try your best not to move, not to jostle the shrapnel- if that metal comes out of the wound, you'll bleed freely, likely dying from blood loss. Everything begins to grow dark as you feel your consciousness slipping away- likely due to the rapi̸d͘ ͞d̀e̡cre̕ase in hea͢r̕t ra͡t͠e̴ ̵
ą͘n̷d̸̀ ̢b̷̶͠l̷o̷̷ǫ͠d͞͝ ͢p͠r̨͟e̵ss̴̕u̡r̛e̡ ̢
c̷̴̨̧a̸u̴s̴̕͠ȩ̸́͝ ̢͘͝͞b̢̀y͡ ̵ś̶̡é̸͟͠v̴̧̀͟͞e͜ŕ̵͠è͟͠ ̀͜ṕ̶̸͟a̴̵͢͜į̡͘͞͡n̸̢̛͝


You come to your senses in a hospital bed. You groan, throat dry, stomach feeling empty. There's a sizeable gauze wrapping on your leg where the shrapnel hit you. You turn to see your mother and siblings looking relieved to see you're awake. Your mother's eyes water as she throws her arms around you, hugging you as tightly as she's allowed to hug a hospital patient.

>"What happened...?"
>"Where's Dad?"
>"How long have I been out?"
>Write in

>>2877605
>>"How long have I been out?"

>>2877605
>>"What happened...?"
Well damn, I didn't expect to be taken out immediately lol

>>2877605
>What happened...?

What's this? A new chance for a spectacular, SPECTACULAR, Spider-Thread?!

>>2877624
>>2877652

You blink groggily. "What happened?" you ask. You're surprised at how hoarse your voice sounds. Your mother lets go of you and looks down at her feet. "From what the police are saying, someone planted a bomb in the expo hall...they don't know who did it, and nobody's claimed responsibility." she says quietly.

You try to sit up, but your body is too weak to move. "Don't move, dear," pleads your mother. You crane your neck to look around the room. "Is Dad OK? Did he get hit?"

The room falls silent. Shinko looks at you sadly, and Takuji grips her hand tightly, his eyes brimming with tears. "Takuya...Dad is...." Shinko says, unable to form a full sentence.

You remember something from your high school psych class: 'cognitive dissonance', the psychological stress of having two or more contradicting ideas or beliefs, and that's exactly what's happening to you. On one hand, you know what Shinko's trying to say. On the other, you refuse to even contemplate it.

"No..." you say weakly, balling your hand up into a fist. "No, that can't be..."

Tears streak down your mother's face. "Takuya, I'm so sorry..." she says, holding back an urge to sob. "W-w-we thought we were going to lose you too...the hospital didn't have your blood type stocked with all the people they were treating. An American from the expo told the doctors he was Type O and had them basically directly transfuse his blood into you so you would live."

You look down at your hands, balled up into fists. You don't know how to pin down your feelings. Anger? Pain? Fear? Sadness? It's like there's a hurricane in your head, and it just won't go away. But something bubbles to the surface of your thoughts amidst the hurt and confusion: Peter Parker told you to get down before the bomb went off. Why did he do that? How did he even know?

>"Mom, did you catch the name of the guy who donated blood to me?"
>"When can I get out of here?"
>Write in

>>2877698
>"Mom, did you catch the name of the guy who donated blood to me?"

>>2877698
>>"Mom, did you catch the name of the guy who donated blood to me?"
Oh man, that's gonna be a fun conversation once we gain powers.

>>2877698
>>"Mom, did you catch the name of the guy who donated blood to me?"

>>2877708
>>2877717
>>2877732
"Mom, did you catch the name of the guy who donated blood to me?" you ask. "I think it was...Pita Paka?"

Peter Parker. Between him knowing about the bomb before it blew and this, you definitely need to talk to him. You try to get out of bed, only for your mom to hold you down. "Slow down, Takuya!" begs Mom. "You've been asleep for two days, you need to regain your strength!"

"I'm fine," you say as you get up- and somehow, you actually feel a little stronger, albeit extremely hungry and thirsty. It's probably adrenaline or pure rage. "Where are my clothes? I need to talk to someone."

Despite your protests, you spend a few more hours in the hospital. When you get out, you're given back your shirt and a pair of pants to replace the ones the shrapnel tore a hole in. You check your phone and your inbox and chat app is loaded with people asking if you're alright- classmates, Sojiro, distant relatives, and more than anyone, Hitomi Sakuma, your girlfriend. You met Hitomi during your final year of high school and began dating a couple months ago. She works as a photographer for the Tokyo Shimbun, a fairly influential newspaper. You go through your email, clearing out space before frantically searching the web for Peter Parker on the subway ride home. Nobody feels like making dinner when you get home, so you make an excuse about going out to eat. You grab some junk food at a convenience store and check Parker's social media. Through a series of Instagram photos and Twitter posts, you suss out which hotel he's staying at- a luxury hotel located in Shinjuku.

You walk for a long time, thinking about what you're going to do when you confront Parker, not even realizing you're walking pretty fast and pretty far for a science nerd.

You get to the hotel and practically march your way to the front desk. "Do you know where Peter Parker is staying?" you ask the man at the desk. The man looks at you, gets a glimpse of what must be a pretty intimidating expression, a cowers slightly. "Room 509." he says weakly. You storm to the elevator and take it up to the fifth floor. The doors barely even have time to open before you rush through, heading right for Room 509.

You knock on the door, and it opens. In the doorway, you see Peter Parker in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Takuya?" Peter asks. "I'd ask if you were feeling alright, but right now I'm just wondering how you found me."

>"You knew about the bomb, you son of a bitch!"
>"Did you plant the bomb?"
>Punch him
>Write in

>>2877790
>"You knew about the bomb, you son of a bitch!"

>>2877790
>Punch him

>>2877790
>>Write in
How did you know the bomb was about to blow!

I don't want to imply he knew about the bomb way in advance, but he was aware something bad was about to happen, which is suspicious af

>>2877790
>>"You knew about the bomb, you son of a bitch!"

>You knew about the bomb, you so of a bitch
AND
>Punch him

>>2877798
>>2877833

Bitter tears well up in your eyes- not tears of sadness, but tears of rage. "You knew about the bomb, you son of a bitch!" you yell. Parker takes a half-step back in shock. "Whoa, Takuya, calm down, I can explain!" he says, holding his hands up. You grit your teeth. "You better start explaining fast." you growl. Parker bites his lip.

"I didn't know about the bomb until it was about to blow up." he says quietly. Your hands clench tightly into fists. "What kind of bullshit answer is that?" you shout, stepping into the room. He takes a full step back as you glare daggers at him. "I...I sensed it."
>>2877805
>>2877848

OK, if he's just going to jerk you around with stupid bullshit, you're going to let your fists get the truth out of him. You swing, aiming for his head- and he bends backwards to duck under it.

What the hell? You didn't even give him a warning, how did he dodge that? You throw another punch, but this time Parker blocks it with an open palm. He grips your fist- and his grip is surprisingly tight. "Could you calm down for at least ten seconds so I can explain?" he asks, sounding frustrated.

"You've got some nerve scolding me." you say. You try to sweep his legs, but he lets go of you to hop over your leg. "I don't want to fight you Takuya," Peter says sternly. "But if I gotta go a round to make you listen, I'll do it."

"Why should I listen when you're making up bullshit?!" you yell. You go for another punch. Parker jukes to the side and... something happens.

You feel a tingle at the back of your skull along with an instinct to move. You step back just in time to avoid Parker throwing a surprise punch. When you do that, a look of shock and fear crosses his face.

"I was afraid of this..." he says.

>"What the hell are you talking about?!"
>"Don't change the subject!"
>Try to punch him again.

>>2877866
>>"What the hell are you talking about?!"

>>2877866
>>"What the hell are you talking about?!"

>>2877866
>"What the hell are you talking about?!"

>>2877790
>You knew about the bomb you son of a bitch!

>>2877866
>What the hell are you talking about?!

>>2877877
>>2877880

"What the hell are you talking about?!" you grunt. Parker looks away awkwardly. "...I'm Spider-Man, and I think you are, too."

All you can say in response is "...What."

Parker sighs. "I'm Spider-Man." he repeats. "I got my powers way back when I was in high school from the bite of a radioactive spider. The bite altered my DNA, giving me my powers."

"Bullshit," you say. Parker says nothing, instead walking up to a wall-

-and then on the wall

-and then on the ceiling.

"Is that enough proof for you?" he asks.

"OK, maybe I believe you're Spider-Man." you say reluctantly. "That still doesn't explain how you knew about the bomb."

"One of my powers is something I call 'Spider-Sense'." explains Peter, still hanging upside-down from the ceiling. "It's like a sixth-sense that lets me know if I'm in danger. Whenever it goes of, there's a tingling feeling in the back of my skull."

Wait a minute. If that's what Spider-Sense feels like...what did you do?

"...I felt that." you say. "Right before you tried to hit me, I felt what you just described."

"Ooooh, boy." groans Parker. "I should've thought of this before I told the doctors to give you my blood."

"Wait, what do you mean?" you ask. Peter rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't think of it at the time, but...after you got that transfusion from me, I realized there might have been a chance that you'd get your DNA altered by my blood. Considering you dodged a punch from me, either you're secretly psychic...or I accidentally gave you spider powers."

>"I'm no genetics major, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."
>"And you only thought of this AFTER you gave me your blood?!"
>Test the theory- try to climb the wall.
>Write in

>>2877919
>>Test the theory- try to climb the wall.
Seeing is believing after all.

>>2877919
>Test the theory, try tonwalk up the wall

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>Mimic his trademark hand gesture right at him.

"Spider powers include the web's right?"

>>2877919
>Test the theory- try to climb the wall.

>>2877933
This

>>2877919
>Test the theory- try to climb the wall.

>>2877933
supporting, blow a load all over him

>>2877933
Depending on what universe this spider-man is from he might not have natural webbing.

>>2877930
>>2877931
>>2877934

You turn around and put your hands to the wall. You make the motion of pulling up-

-And you begin climbing the wall.

Oh.

OK.

You're not sure how to process this. Your mind reels as you begin asking yourself a million questions: how do you turn the power off? Do you have to worry about randomly sticking to things? How are you going to explain this to your family? Does anyone else know about this? What if an enemy of Spider-Man comes after you?

"Calm down, kid, you're hyper-ventilating." Parker says at some point. You hear yourself breathing erratically and force yourself to de-stress.

"So, now what do I do?" you ask. "Honestly, that's up to you." says Parker. "When I got my powers, I got selfish and only thought about how they could benefit me."

"What happened?" you ask. Parker looks down, and you can only describe his expression as 'ashamed'. "...I could've done the right thing, but I chose not to. As a result, a man I could have stopped went on to kill my uncle."

"...Oh." you say. Now you feel a little bad for jumping down his throat. "So is that why you became a hero."

"Yeah," answers Parker. "My uncle taught me to do good whenever I can. So that's what I did. Honestly, I think you could do good, too."

You blink, surprised. "What do you mean by that?" you ask.
"You managed to track me down despite knowing next to nothing about me," says Parker, hopping down from the ceiling. "On top of that, you definitely have the know how to build your own gadgets...those webs I shoot aren't organic, y'know."

"I'm not hero material." you say. Parker shrugs. "I thought that too when I got started. Give it time. Hell, you might even find out who planted that bomb."

Your mind comes to a standstill when he says that. Now, there's a path laid out before you: bring your father's killer to justice.

"If you really feel like you can, I can get you started- I'll make a suit for you and give you the specs on my web-shooters and the chemical recipe for my web fluid. But I'll warn you- being a hero is way harder than you think, and it'll really cut into your personal life."

"I want to do this." you say firmly. "Alright, then." says Parker. "I'm leaving tomorrow, but we can keep in touch online."

You leave the hotel and go home, not getting any sleep. You missed the funeral while you were in the hospital, but you visit your father's grave. Apparently, you're not the only one who suffered loss from the bombing: Doctor Nakahara has gone missing and is presumed dead. You run into his widow on the way to your father's grave.

You crouch down at his tombstone. "I'm going to make things right, Dad." you say. "I'm gonna protect Mom, Takuji and Shinko, and I swear on my life I'll find whoever did this to you."

After your visit, you get a message from Parker. It's obviously machine-translated, but you can undestand what it says.

(Cont)

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>>2878010
PARKER: Came up with a few suit designs (it helps to have a wife with actual eye for fashion, lol)
Got 5 designs (6, really) for you. Any of them interest you?

(Enclosed: Option 1)

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>>2878012
(Enclosed: Option 2)

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>>2878015
(Enclosed: Option 3)

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>>2878020
(Enclosed: Option 4)

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>>2878025
(Enclosed: Option 5/6)

>Option 1
>Option 2 (the red one, ignore the black version)
>Option 3
>Option 4
>Option 5 (the one on the left)
>Option 6 (the one on the right)

>>2878031
>>Option 1

>>2878031
>Option 1

>>2878031
>Option 2

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How about something a little more...tokyo?

>>2878031
>>Option 5 (the one on the left)
Look at that spiderweb short cape, I love it.

>>2878031
>>Option 6 (the one on the right)

>>2878043
Like this?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g1PePr8hAsc

>>2878031
Option 1

>>2878031
Option 6, so we can become

"The emissary of hell, Spider-Man!"

>>2878031
>>2878044
I'll swap to

>>Option 6 (the one on the right)

Just to consolidate since 2 others vote for it. I really want that spiderweb cape.

(gonna take a quick break, bbl)

>>2878051
Spider eyes is way cooler then web cape

>>2878053
I would have liked option 1 more if it hadn't left our wrists exposed. That and having spiderbutt for our eyes is just bleh.

>>2878031
>Option 6 (the one on the right)

>>2878028
>Option 6 (the one on the right)
It's literally the best option.

>>2878047
>>2878049
>>2878051
>>2878087
>>2878138

TAKUYA: Suit 6 looks really good!
PARKER: Heh. MJ did a lot of research into old school Japanese hero shows for that one. She said if you're going to be the Spider-Man of Japan, you should represent your home. It'll take me a week or two to put it together.

You spend the next few days catching up on assignments you missed. Since you went through a traumatic experience, and there were some people with concerns of going back to the internship would be bad for your mental health, you're given the option to skip it. A small consolation.

You spend the extra time training- you watch videos on parkour, aikido, and general self defense techniques. You start going to the gym. On the way home, you practice parkour whenever you can do so without drawing attention.

Things change at home: Shinko gets a job at a cafe. Mom starts shopping at lower-end grocery stores. Takuji wakes up in the middle of the night crying for dad.

It's a quiet May Sunday when the package arrives.
(Continued)

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>>2878218
You're home alone when it's delivered to your doorstep. Wrapped in brown paper and bubble wrap is an attache case. You quickly open it like a birthday present. Inside is your suit: lightweight, but with armor built in at strategic points. A scarf/shortcape that serves an homage to old toku heroes. Wrist-mounted web shooters with web fluid cartridges. A thumb drive with files on how to build the suit in case this one is destroyed, along with the formula for making web fluid.

You put the suit on. It's a perfect fit- loose enough to give you a full range of movement, but tight enough you don't need to worry about losing parts of it while swinging around.

You put on the helmet and suddenly the eye lenses light up with a HUD.

[Good morning, Takuya.] says a synthesized Japanese woman's voice. [I am Yukiko, your suit's built in digital assistant.]

Holy crap.

[Since this is the first time you've used this suit, you should make sure all features are in working order. Would you like a guided checklist, or would you like to test it on your own?]

>Guided test
>Independent test

>>2878304
>>Guided test
Sure let's jump through some boring ass hoops to ensure we know how to work this baby without damaging it or anything else in the process.

>>2878304
>>Guided test

>>2878304
>Independent test

>>2878304
>Guided test
Ask a few questions to the suit. Namely, just how sticky is this webfluid, does it reload automatically, do we HAVE to stick it to something to swing or do we just zip in the air, and local crime in the area.

Also Weaver, is the Goblin Gang a thing in Tokyo?

>>2878304
>>Guided test

>>2878310
>>2878315
>>2878322
>>2878328

(Never heard of Goblin Gang, gonna look that up)

You decide to play it safe. "Let's do the guided test." you say.

[Alright. Downloading GPS data. Download complete.]

A small map of Tokyo appears in the corner of your vision, kind of like a video game minimap. [Test 1: Basic web check. To begin, get to a high altitude and say 'Begin Test'.]

You stow the empty case under your bed and open a window, climbing through it. You easily scale the wall up to the roof. You can get a fairly good view of Shinjuku from here."

"Begin test." you say. [Beginning test: go to the top of Tokyo Tower.]

Well, it's a good thing you're not afraid of heights!

>Roll 1d100, bo3

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2878388

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>2878388

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>2878388
and away we go

>80
(Music:https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Xht9jXIjj3E)
Thwip!

You fire a web at the adjacent building and take a deep breath before jumping. You fall freely, and for a moment you ask yourself what the hell you're doing before the web in your hand goes taut as you begin to swing upwards. You let go at the apex of the swing and fling yourself upward before finding another anchor for your webbing. You shoot another strand and repreat the process- swing, release, shoot, repeat. Swing, release, shoot, repeat. You begin doing little flips and twirls in the air as you swing from building to building. You can't help but whoop and holler in exhiliration as you go across the sky like a human pendulum. This is the best you've felt since the bomb.

You swing over the Kumano Shrine and Shinjuku Central Park, where people look up to see you and immediately go for their phones, trying to snap a pic of you. You practically soar around Yoyogi Park and run alongside the Diet Building before finally reaching Tokyo tower. The whole way, your suit's HUD has been keeping track of your web fluid, only using about 5% of each wrist's cartridge to make the 11 km journey. You perch yourself on top of Tokyo Tower with a feeling of pride.

[Test 1 completed!] says Yukiko. [Beginning Test 2: Combat Functionality. Scanning police communication networks and radios.]

"Wait, is that legal?" you ask your suit. It doesn't respond.

[There is currently a mugging in process nearby. Would you like to intervene?]

"Do you even have to ask?" you say with a grin.

[I am programmed to always ask for your inpu-]
"Yes." you say. Darn AI assistants, always too literal.

The mugging is only two blocks away, and with the suit's map, it's easy to find the alley it's happening in.

[Would you like to activate Voice Modulation?] asks Yukiko. "Absolutely!" you say enthusiastically. You hadn't even thought of disguising your voice. [Voice Modulation is now on.]

"Cool." you say, your voice now an octave or two lower. "Yukiko, what's it look like down there?"

[There are three male assailants.] answers Yukiko. [One of them is armed with a knife. How would you like to approach?]

>Be sneaky and web them up one by one.
>Go full Dynamic Entry and dive in their
>Write in

>>2878501
>Dynamic entry

>>2878501
>Go full Dynamic Entry and dive in their

Not being flashy while playing Japanese Spider-man is just wrong.

Real talk, we shouldn’t call ourselves anything as this goes down. Let’s see what the public calls us. I’m genuinely curious.

>>2878501
>>Go full Dynamic Entry and dive in their
No time to waste!

>>2878501
>>Go full Dynamic Entry and dive in there

>>2878526
>>2878533
>>2878537

As you look down at the crime below you, your inner six year old- the one that watched wayyyy too much tokusatsu- gets an idea. You bound across the street before shooting a web at the building you were previously standing on before leaping with your feet pointed like a missile at the muggeer with the knife.

>Roll 1d100, bo3

>>2878547
(Holy run-on sentences, SpiderBat-Man. Seriously, yikes)

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2878547

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>2878547

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>2878547

>>2878554
>84

"SPIIIIDAH... KIIIICK!"

The muggers look up just in time to see the bottom of your boot get real intimate with Knife Guy's face. The other two muggers stare at you in shock. "Who the hell are you?!" he shouts.

>"Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of Tokyo!"
>(Pose dramatically) "An emissary from Hell.... Spider-Man!"
>Write in

>>2878602
>>"Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of Tokyo!"

>>2878602
>(Pose dramatically) "An emissary from Hell.... Spider-Man!"

>>2878602
>(Pose dramatically) "An emissary from Hell!
Want to see what name we get.

>>2878602
>write in
>I don’t know? Who ami I?! Lets figure that out together.
Proceed to clown them while fighttig/webbing them up going doen a checklist of what we can do as we do it (webs, agility, wall crawling) and then note the spider morifs of our outfit.

Once all three muggers are secure, but not all knocked out, ask one who they think we are based on their experience so far?

>>2878602
>>(Pose dramatically) "An emissary from Hell.... Spider-Man!"

>>2878623
I will change my vote >>2878609
To this.

>>2878602
>"Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of Tokyo!"

I was hoping to have a more unique name than just being the Japanese Spider-Man, but sure.

>>2878636
Can anyone think of a good name? Combining themes like spider and web with various cliche japanese hero stuff?

Cuz I got nothing, but I too would like a more original name.

>>2878602
>"Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man of Tokyo!"
I mean we could try and call ourself something else, but let’s be real here, there’s no way people aren’t just going to call us Spider Man. I feel like we could have gone for a different look then Spider Man and gotten away with a different name, but too late for that now, I guess.

>>2878645
In honor of Kamen Rider, how about Web Rider?

>>2878602
>(Pose dramatically) "An emissary from Hell.... Spider-Man!"
>>2878657
I'd be down for that

>>2878657
I'd prefer this over just being Tokyo spider man, but >>2878652
did make a good point. I'd still like something that's less of a direct copy, especially since we tried to get a different enough suit going (with the scarf/cape and helmet) but I'll ultimately be fine either way.

>>2878615
>>2878665
>>2878617

You pose with panache. "An emissary of Hell... Spider-Man!" you proclaim like a hammy actor. The muggers don't seem intimidated. "You're either brace or stupid messin' with us." says the guy on the right. "Now, I wanna see if you can curbstomp an 'emissary of hell'."

The thug grabs a large, loose brick and comes at you, brick held up like a club.

>Dodge
>Web him up
>Write in
(Gotta get up early so I'll pause it here)

>>2878687
>Dodge

>>2878687
>Web him up

>>2878687
>Web and use the brick on him

>>2878687
>pull the brick from his hand with web and bring it back around into his head

>>2878687
>>Web him up
I'm fine with webbing him but hitting him on the head with his brick isn't a joke, that can cause some serious damage. Not a great start for a superhero.

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>>2878699
>feeling bad for criminals

>>2878699
Then use it on his gut or leg.

>>2878388
Oh, chrizt, sorry man I was on my phone, I meamt Goblin NATION not Gang. Appearantly they have a branch or something in Japan in the comics.

>>2878687
>>2878695
Also yeah this, web the hand with the brick and make him smack himsepf in the head with it.

Actually you know what, changing my vote from >>2879212 to just Webbing him. Like, web his brick band to a wall or something while we deal with his friends.

(got a little time before class)
>>2878690
>>2878699
>>2879217

"A brick? Really?" you ask as you shoot off a short burst of webbing at his hand. "You couldn't even bring your own weapon to the party? That's sad, man."

The web snares his hand, gluing it and the brick to the wall. Mugger Three looks from you, to his knocked out buddy, to his glues buddy, and decides to try and run away.

>Chase him
>Web him
>Trip him
>Write in

>>2879267
Clothes line him like he's James Franco

>>2879267
>Trip him
No escape from the Emissary of Hell! Leave them all tied up in one big ball hanging from the building with a Spider-Logo! Shinjuku has a new protector!

>>2879272
>>2879277
Need a tiebreaker

>>2879267
>Trip him

>>2879277
>>2879305
You roll your eyes and stick a leg out in front of the fleeing bad guy. He stumbles over you, faceplanting into the asphalt.

"Word of advice, never run TOWARD the guy you're trying to escape." you say. You walk over to the mugging victim, who stares at you in awe. "You alright, miss?" you ask. She nods. "Y-y-yes....Thank you so much..." she stammers. "No problem," you say nonchalantly as you fire a web up. "Just avoid alleys from now on!" you caution as you pull yourself up in the air. As you swing away, you shout back down to her: "Nothing good ever happens in an alley!"

[Great work, Takuya.] says Yukiko.[Would you like to send an automated message to the authorities?]

"Yes please!" You say. You are just blown away by all the functions Parker put in your suit. "Is that it for my tests?" you ask. [That is all the basic functions accounted for. If you'd like to try the more advanced functions, just ask to see your suit options."

Your suit has options. Technology is just grand. You grin from ear to ear as you swing away, only for Yukiko to interrupt you. [Police radio chatter detects a three car pileup in Shinjuku with trapped civilians. Would you like me to put that on the map-]

Yukiko interrupts herself. [Redirecting call from your cellphone. Caller ID: Shinko.]

>Ignore the call, go to the crash
>Stop to take the call
>Take the call while going to the crash (Shinko might hear something that will cause her to question what you're doing.
>Write in

(gotta go to class, be back this afternoon)

>>2879326
>Take the call while going to the crash (Shinko might hear something that will cause her to question what you're doing.

>>2879326
>Take the call while going to the crash (Shinko might hear something that will cause her to question what you're doing.

Best of luck with your classes Weaver

>>2879326
>Stop to take the call

>>2879326
>take the call while going to the crash

“New lease on life, new hobby. I’m trying to take up parkour and listening to the police band,”

>>2879326
>Take the call while going to the crash
Classic Spider-Girlfriend Calls.

>>2879407
Nah, this isn’t the girlfriend. Its the younger sister.

>>2879442
>Shinko
Ah shit, i mixed up the names then, thanks for correcting me.

>>2879326
>>Take the call while going to the crash (Shinko might hear something that will cause her to question what you're doing.

When are we getting Leopardon?
>>2877501
Our Oscorp equivalent is probably going to be whatever the Yashida family runs in this quest.

>>2879354
>>2879356
>>2879373
>>2879407
>>2879482

"Turn of Voice Modulation and take the call, Yukiko." you say. The line picks up, and in the background, you hear groans of pain and sirens in the distance.

"Ta...Takuya-kun..." rasps Shinko. There's a weakness in her voice that makes you fear the worst. "I-I was with a friend shopping...there was a crash in front...of us...she couldn't stop fast enough and the car flipped..."

"Oh my God," you say, picking up speed as you round a corner on your way to the crash. "Just hang tight-" you say. You almost say 'I'm on the way' before catching yourself. "-help's on the way. I gotta go. I love you."

"I-I love you too." Shinko says. She sounds scared- like it might be the last time she gets to tell you that.

There's no way in hell you're losing another family member.

"Yukiko, I need the fastest route possible to the crash site!" you order. You stop your fancy aerial stunts as you swing your way to the scene of the accident. You see a crowd gathering around the crash, getting in the way of first responders. You dive down from five stories in the air and hit the ground with a perfect three-point landing- the 'superhero landing'. (Your knees actually feel fine)

The crowd's attention goes from the pileup to you. "Everyone, stand clear!" you order when you turn Voice Mod back on. You take a visual survey of the scene- an overturned four-door with Shinko and one of her friends inside, a van smashed into a telephone pole with the driver unresponsive, and a sideways truck. You don't see any fire, but there's no telling if that will remain the case.
.
>Who do you rescue first? Do you want to use webbing to move the cars around or do you want to use your physical strength to pull the victims out? Describe your rescue plan.

>>2879573
Head on smashes are dangerous. First order of business is the unresponsive van driver, then the four door.

Physical strength where needed.

Anyone else?

>>2879628
>>2879592
Didn’t notice the truck in the first readthrough. Keep an eye on it when we take care of the sedan, web any fuel or content leaks that become visible.

>>2879629
>>2879592
Yeah that. In fact, gas ought to be our first concern. Anyone unconscious or severely injured should be priority, though lets be honest, Shinko will be the first person we save.

>>2879592
>>2879629

You go to the van first- head on collisions are especially serious. "Yukiko, check for a pulse." you whisper as you put a hand to the driver's neck.

[Faint pulse. This individual requires immediate medical attention.] says Yukiko. You take a closer look to see his arm twisted at an angle it's not supposed to bend at.

You quickly wrap up his arm in a web fluid splint before opening the door and pulling him out. With your new strength, you easily pull the driver out of the van and fireman's carry him to a nearby ambulance. The EMTs look at you with shock as you approach. "Wh-what are you doing?" asks one of them.

"This guy's alive, but he's barely holding on!" you say as you put him down on a gurney. "Get him to a hospital!"

Now for the four door. You book it to the overturned car and peer in.

"I'm gonna get you outta here, just hold on." you say. Shinko and her friends look at you in surprise. "Spider-Man? I thought you were from America." says Shinko's friend.

"We're franchising. Spider-Man Japan's first, then Spider-Man Malta and Spider-Man Djibouti." you quip. "Just stay still and I'll get this car right side up."

>roll 1d100, bo3

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>2879680
Come on lads we can critfail

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>2879680
COME ON BABY!

>>2879683
SHUT UP!

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>2879680

>>2879691
FUCK YEAH!

>>2879691
>>2879692
HOLY SHIT!

>>2879680
/roll 1d100

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>2879680

>>2879691
>99


You shoot two webs on a nearby building and use them to anchor yourself. Then, you put your feet against the side of the car. You push against it while pulling on the webs, essentially turning the car and webs into a setup like one of those leg-press machines. You grib the webs tight and push, and the car slowly begins to tip back, until it finally rolls over, right-side up. You let out a hard exhale and check back inside the car. "You alright in there? Can you walk to the paramedics?" you ask. "We're fine, we're fine-" begins Shinko. However, the tingling at the back of your skull interupts you. Your instincts point you at the sideways truck, where you see liquid trickling out. "EVERYONE GET AWAY FROM THE TRUCK!" you yell as you leap off the four-door and onto the sideways truck. You begin quickly looking for the source of the leak and, upon finding it, put a large gob of webbing over it. You push it away just as the trickle of gas hits a still-burning cigarette butt in the street gutter, igniting the trail. However, by plugging and pushing the truck, you manage to prevent the vehicle from exploding.

You take a survey off the crash site- you don't see a driver for the truck, but everyone else is accounted for. You web away, leaving behind a stunned crowd.

>Repuation +5!
(Reputation is a score representing the opinion Tokyo's populace has of you. Doing heroic deeds like defeating villains, apprehending thugs, and saving people in danger will gain you more Reputation. However, doing selfish or morally questionable deeds will lower your Reputation.)

You swing back to your apartment and stow your suit away. You immediately grab your cell phone and call your sister.

"Shinko, are you alright?" you ask. "I got caught up with something and couldn't keep track of the news."

"OMIGODYOUWILLNEVERBELIEVEWHATHAPPENED!" shouts Shinko, nearly deafening you. You wince. "Geez, Shinko, any louder and you'll break every window in Shinjuku..." you grouse. "Slow down, deep breaths, enunciate."

"Spider-Man saved us!" Shinko says excitedly. "I didn't know there was another Spider-Man, but he could do all the things Spider-Man does, and he's from Japan!"

"Another Spider-Man, huh?" you say, feigning ignorance. "Wow, that's really interesting. So, I take it you're OK."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," says Shinko. "I'll talk to you later, we need to get the car to a mechanic."

Shinko hangs up- and immediately you get a call from Hitomi. You pick up. "Hey, Hitomi. What's up?" you ask.

"Did you see the news?" asks Hitomi. "Lemme guess, Japan has his very own Spider-Man." you answer.

"...how did you-"
"My sister was in one of the cars at that crash site." you answer. "He's definitely got my gratitude. If it wasn't for him, I'd have lost another part of my family."
"Speaking of which...how you holding up?" Hitomi asks. She sounds concerned. "We've barely spoken since the bombing."

(Cont)

>>2879740

You pause, not sure how to answer that question.

>"I'm taking it one day at a time."
>"I'm doing a little better...can't say the same for my family."
>"Honestly, I just want whoever's responsible to be caught."
>Write in

>>2879741
>"Honestly, I just want whoever's responsible to be caught."

JUSTICE WILL BE SERVED AT OUR HANDS!

>>2879743
"Honestly, I just want whoever's responsible to be caught." you say. "That might take a while..." Hitomi says sadly. "I over heard some reporters covering the investigation...apparently, someone hacked the security system and completely erased the security camera recordings from the day of the expo."

So clearly, whoever did it is either good with computers or knows someone who is. "Hey, you want to grab dinner on Saturday?" asks Hitomi.

>"Sounds good to me."
>"I might be busy, but I'll let you know if I'm available."
>"Wish I could, but with Dad gone, money's been tight."
>Write in

>>2879761
>"I might be busy, but I'll let you know if I'm available."

>>2879761
>"I might be busy, but I'll let you know if I'm available."
We must continue the Spidey Tradition of doing a shitty job at balancing our Heroics and our Social Life! Be late to EVERYTHING, and never really confirm if you're going to be at any social gatherings, not even funerals. Instead, brood in your Spider Costume as it rains, simulating tears with raindrops.

Also on a side note, why the fuck do we even HAVE a reputation? Is there like a Japanese J. Jonah Jameson that's going to drown us in Libel? Are we, SPIDER-MAN, ever really going to make a selfish decision that would compromise our symbol as hero and protector? You better present us with some hard choices here Weaver...

>>2879765
OH I almost forgot, we also need to let someone important to us, either loved one or immediate family, die of whiplash at the end of our web while trying to save them.

Or kill our love interest via radioactive sperm.

>>2879761
>Sounds good to me.

>>2879761
>>"I might be busy, but I'll let you know if I'm available."

>>2879763
>>2879765

"I might be busty, but I'lllet you know if I'm available." you say. Hitomi laughs. "Try not to shut yourself out from the outside for too long...people will start thinking you've gone full hikkikomori."

"No need to worry about that," you say. "People have seen me plenty of times at the gym."

Hitomi laughs. "You at a gym? I have a hard time believing that."

"Trust me, you'll believe it when you see the results." you say. "Gotta go."

>A successful day of super-heroing! +2 Training Points.
(Training Points are a currency used to purchase Perks that improve your physical performance.)

Available Perks:
(The follow perks cost 1 Training Point)
>Quickdraw: Faster reaction time with firing webs.
>Heavy Hitter: Do more damage with punches
>Leg Day: Do more damage with kicks
>Acrobatics: Become more nimble, able to squeeze through tight spaces.
>Like A Rock: You can endure more physical injury.

>Would you like to purchase Perks?

>>2879802
Does holding on to Training Points grant us better perks that'll worth more, or do we have to grab basic versions and upgrade them as we go?

>>2879802
>Acrobatics: Become more nimble, able to squeeze through tight spaces.
>Leg Day: Do more damage with kicks

>>2879802
>Like A Rock: You can endure more physical injury.

Always take the defense buffs.

>>2879802
>Quickdraw: Faster reaction time with firing webs.
>Acrobatics: Become more nimble, able to squeeze through tight spaces.

>>2879803
You need to grab basic ones to get their advanced versions. More basic perks will be available as the Quest moves forward.

Anyone else wanna pick Perks?

>>2879802
>Like A Rock: You can endure more physical injury.
>nimble

>>2879802
>Acrobatics: Become more nimble, able to squeeze through tight spaces.
>Quickdraw: Faster reaction time with firing webs.

Hell yeah motherfucker, we're gonna be like Jackie Chan with webs!

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>>2879814
>>2879926

>Perks obtained: Quickdrawn, Acrobatics.

The next day, you head out to class. You stuff your Spidersuit and web shooters into a messenger bag just in case, The whole way, you see news of your exploits, with one headline drawing your attention: the Tokyo Shimbun, the paper Hitomi works for:

"MYSTERIOUS NEW HERO SAVES CIVILIANS FROM CAR CRASH! WHO IS THE 'KAMEN SPIDER'?"

Kamen Spider...? Well, given your costume design, it was inevitable someone would make the comparison, but did they really have to be so derivative?

You head to your first class of the day and after an hour and a half of lectures, you head out for lunch. You head to your favorite ramen place, but on the way there, your spider sense begins to tingle something fierce. You look around you to see a crowd gathered around what looks like a rubber suit actor in a monster costume stumbling around.

"Wow, is this some kind of viral marketing campaign for a new show?" asks one on-looker.

"The suit looks really realistic!" says another. You squint to get a better look at the actor. The costume seems to have a dinosaur head with a green robotic body. Folded up over its head is some kind of shield-like object, and it has a crossbow for the left arm while its right arm has two blades. The actor turns and begins trudging towards a nearby store front, walking right next to you. As it does, you realize that the suit isn't rubber, but looks like real scaly flesh and tempered steel. Your spider-sense goes haywire, almost causing you to lose your footing. The monster-man keeps walking before stopping in front of a jewelry store and opening fire with its crossbow, destroying the display window and barging in.

>Find a place to get changed, fast!
>See if the cops come
>Write in

>>2879997
>Find a place to get changed, fast!

>>2879997
>Find a place to get changed, fast!
Cops ain't gonna be able to handle this.

Also, oh BOY our first rogue! We must make him both hate our guts via quips and start him down the path to rehabilitation! Hope he's just a distraction from an even bigger big bad that they're using for exploitable chaos.

>>2879802
>Acrobatics
>Like a rock

Dont really see the need to for offense buffs at this point and priority is always survivability so we can thrust ourselves into even more danger!

>>2879997
>>Find a place to get changed, fast!

>>2879998
>>2880000
(Sweet quads!)

Well, this looks like a job for Kamen Spider! You duck behind some concealing shrubbery not the most glamorous of changing rooms, but you're in a hurry, before jumping back out. As the monster-man begins to empty the jewelry store's wares into a bag, you shoot a web at his back and use it to pull yourself towards him at high speed, leg out to deliver a flying kick.

>roll 1d100, bo3

>>2879997
>get changed

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>2880020

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>2880020

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>2880020
well damn these rolls

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>2880020

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>>2880024
>>2880025
Oh no.

>>2880031
CLUTCH!

>>2880032
Oh, that's just unfortunate...

>>2880031
>70

(Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mPhZpnk7aY)
"SPIIIDAH-"

The monster turns around, aiming its crossbow at you. However, in doing so, it throws you off your trajectory, so while you miss, he also misses you.

"Hey, I didn't know they were making another Jurassic Park movie...last one kinda sucked." you quip. "Though, I gotta say, these new animatronics leave a lot to be desired."

"Who...are...you." asks the monster. Its voice is strained and distrorted.

>"Me? I'm just your friendly neighborhood Kamen Spider. And I'm gonna have to ask you to drop the jewels, apologize to the nice shop owners, and surrender peacefully."
>"I am...the clenched fist of Justice, Kamen Spider!"
>Write in

>>2880048
>"I am...the clenched fist of Justice, Kamen Spider!"

>>2880048
>Write in
Emissary of Hell! Enemy of Injustice! Spider-Man! I'll give you one chance! Drop the jewels, surrender, and lets talk peacefully... giant lizards with crossbows don't rob jewelry stores without good reason.

>>2880048
>>"I am...the clenched fist of Justice, Kamen Spider!"
The newspapers dubbed us Kamen Spider, our change to brand ourselves is long gone.

>>2880056
Shit, I meant Kamen Spider.

>>2880056
>>2880064
I'll switch to this.

>>2880053
>>2880058

"Emissary of Hell!"

You pose dramatically. "Enemy of Injustice, Kamen Spider!" you proclaim.

"I am Boukunryu the completely unimpressed Dino Tyrant." the monster says in total deadpan.

Did...did the monster just quip at you?

"Alright, Dino, I'll give you one chance! Drop the jewels, surrender, and lets talk peacefully... giant lizards with crossbows don't rob jewelry stores without good reason." you say.

Dino Tyrant scoffs- you didn't think biomechanical dinosaur men could scoff- and laughs. "You think an insect like you can stop me? I am a servitor of a grand army! I will crush you like your namesake bug!"

You make a note to keep a tally of the number of times bad guys call you 'insect' before responding. "If you're such hot stuff, then why are you doing such petty crime?"

"To fund our plans!" Dino Tyrant says manner-of-factly. "Now, perish, Kamen Spider!"

Your Spider Sense goes off just as he lunges with his bladed arms held high.

>Roll 1d100 (bo3) to dodge!

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>2880101
Aw man, flat d100? Don't we get like, a bonus from nimble?

Also I fucking KNEW IT! He's totally just like, a commander, barely a lieutenant! There's a bigger Big Bad out there!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>2880101
Dammit, we got counter-quipped so hard.

OH god I hope someone rolls higher than this...

>>2880110
Basic-level Acrobats is for stuff like escaping from grabs or squeezing into airducts.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>2880101

>>2880127
You knee-slide under the attack. You see the blades leave deep cuts into the wall that was behind you. Deep, deep cuts...into a brick wall. Yikes!

>How do you want to fight back?

>>2880140
First we need to disarm him, throw some jewelry at his face as a distraction, then web his blade and pull!

>>2880144
The crossbow and blades are grafted to his body.

>>2880154
Oh, well... I *would* suggest using the blade AGAINST him, webbing then having him cut off his own arm but I have a feeling that wouldn't be very "heroic"...

Ok, how about instead we web his eyes as a distraction, getting in close for another Spider-Kick!

>>2880154
>>2880162
We could cover his eyes and his weapons in webbing just hose the fucker down with it like its riot control foam

>>2880175
That would require a crapton of fluid, needing a couple reloads to do so.

>>2880140
>>2880175
>>2880195
I'm down for webbing his face and his weapon so he can't shoot anything, let alone see.

>>2880200
So just eyes and crossbow to save webbing?

>>2880220
Yeah, basically.

>>2880200
>>2880220

>roll 1d100, bo3

>>2880244
WEB!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>2880261
What gives? It did not roll?!

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>2880244
Spidey dice!

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>2880244

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>2880244

>>2880264
>87
"Hey, Dino, you got something in your eye." you say cheekily. "It's right....there!"

You squirt a layer of web fluid into Dino Tyrant's eyes, effectively blinding him. The monster roars, thrashing wildly, smashing display cases and store counters.

>Follow up?

>>2880352
Trip him while he's trying to clean his face and then web his limbs down.

>>2880358
Backing this but like, web him to the ceiling. That way even if he DOES get free he falls face first on his snout. Also try and convince him that anyone who surgically grafts a sword and a crossbow to your arms probably doesn't have your best interest in mind.

>>2880358
>>2880366
Anyone else?

>>2880366
Ill second this.

>>2880366
>>2880551

>roll 1d100, bo3

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>2880566

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>2880566

>>2880567
dont let my roll be a 1...

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>2880566

>>2880567
Hell yeah, Kamen-Spider!

Man I can't wait till we deal with like, a huge group of bad-guys and really get to show off our acrobatics.

>>2880567

"Alright, lizard-brain. It's been fun, but I think we should wrap this up." you say. As Dino Tyrant stumbles around trying to claw the webbing out of his eyes, you deliver an uppercut to knock him up towards the ceiling before covering him with enough webbing to hold him in place.

You're about to leave when a voice comes out of Dino Tyrant:

"So, you're the mysterious Kamen Spider..." says a voice- male, older, but with a bit of reverb to it. The tone is playful...Odd, given it's coming out of a biomechanical abomination. "I was hoping you'd have the common sense not to fight my kaijin, but I suppose you hero types don't have much of that?"

>"Who are you?"
>"How are you talking to me? Where are you"
>"Kaijin?"
>Write in

>>2880747
>>"Kaijin?"

>>2880747
>>"Kaijin?"

>>2880747
>"Kaijin?"

>>2880747
>"Who are you?"

>>2880747
>>"Kaijin?"

>>2880748
>>2880760
>>2880761
>>2880778

"Kaijin?" you repeat. "Yes, that's what I call my creations." replies the voice. "Created through cybernetics and Gene modification, each of my kaijin possess superhuman powers."

"'Each'?! There's more?!" you say. The voice laughs. "Of course there is...My kaijin are the backbone of my Iron Cross Army."

"'Iron Cross'? Are you a Nazi or some kind of HYDRA offshoot?" you ask. "What? No! I'm not either of those!" replies the voice. "I'm just a man who believes in his heart of hearts that the world would be in a much better place if he was running it."

>"Got a name I can put to the face I'll inevitably be punching?"
>"It's always take over the world with you mad scientist types. Have you tried patenting your stuff and retiring to the Bahamas?"
>"We'll see how much you believe in yourself when I beat you."
>Write in

>>2880803
>>"It's always take over the world with you mad scientist types. Have you tried patenting your stuff and retiring to the Bahamas?"
Real talk though.

>>2880803
>"It's always take over the world with you mad scientist types. Have you tried patenting your stuff and retiring to the Bahamas?"

>>2880803
>>"It's always take over the world with you mad scientist types. Have you tried patenting your stuff and retiring to the Bahamas?"

>>2880803
>"It's always take over the world with you mad scientist types. Have you tried patenting your stuff and retiring to the Bahamas?"

>>2880803
>Patents, Bahamas,

I mean, is this a complex? No shame in this, have you considered therapy?

>>2880806
>>2880808
>>2880809
>>2880810

"It's always take over the world with you mad scientist types." you say, crossing your arms. " Have you tried patenting your stuff and retiring to the Bahamas?"

That gets a chuckle out of the voice. "How droll. Sadly, that's not in the cards for me."

"Just who are you?" you ask. "Well," says the voice. "I hadn't actually thought of what to call myself if a hero were to oppose me...Hmmm, this is a tough choice. I think the moniker 'Professor Monster' will suit my needs just fine."

Professor Monster? Is this guy serious, or is he messing with you? "Sadly, this is where I must end this little chat. I hope to see you again soon, Kamen Spider."

With that, the voice stops, leaving you alone with the wrapped-up Dino Tyrant. You look at a clock and OH GOD YOU'REGOING TO BE LATE FOR YOUR CLASS!

>Web-swing your way back to class
>No point in going. Skip the class
>Write in

>>2880871
>>No point in going. Skip the class
We're not risking our identity for a single class

>>2880871
>>No point in going. Skip the class
I refuse to show up late and embarrass ourselves. It's honest enough to claim we were there when the villain attacked and decided to take a day off for stress-relief purposes.

>>2880887
By which I mean let's skip class and go on a patrol.

>>2880871
>No point in going. Skip the class

>>2880871
>Web-swing your way back to class

This is Japan, they are a lot stricter when it comes to school.

Or is that not true?

>>2880873
>>2880887
>>2880897

You decide it's probably best if you not go- you'd just distract everyone andn piss off your professor if you came in late.

>How do you want to spend your time?

>>2880951
Let's go on patrol, bois. Scout out the city!

>>2880951
Have our AI bring up other jewelry store locations, then go by them on our patrol.

(gonna go to bed, will continue tomorrow)

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>>2879767
Or that your ex gets "killed" in an accident, only for her to come back as a mutated supervillain going by the Jorogumo title.

>>2880953
>>2880959
Need a tiebreaker

Better idea, have our AI scan the lizard dude and match his DNA sequencing to anything found in Shinjuku! That way we came track down this "Professor Monster" and apprehend him before him before he tries anything else!

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>>2881334
>>2880959
I would actually scan the stuff the mutant Kaijin guys stole.

Here's something you want to keep in mind about Japanese cops and how they do things
- The cops, in case of a shooting, will use all the shit they have in their labs to extract evidence, to the point where they can pretty much pin a fired bullet to a specific firearm.
- For the Yakuza, all pistols used to shoot at someone can only be used once, or else if found they will be directly linked to a shooting and usually murder, ending up with 20 years to death penalty

They also trace footsteps into some dumping grounds to find a bunch of human remains in the compost, then track the person doing the dumping, which then leads them to oust the killers.
In fact, many small criminals/loan sharks survive in Japan by giving bribes to benefactors inside the police establishment. These "bribes" aren't even money, but dirt on other criminals/loan sharks/outlaws/gangs.

>>2881363
That is... incredibly well informed. Suspiciously so... are you not telling us something Anon?

>>2881334
>>2881363

Do you want me to combine these options?

>>2881441
Eh, yeah sure why not.

>>2881441
Sure

>>2881424
Mostly because I watched and read Ushijima the Loan Shark. The author delves into great detail on how Japanese cops really do things and the extent of backstabbings criminals go through to steer themselves free from danger.

Basically, the Japanese police at some point realized that in order to beat the mafia, you have to BE the mafia. Hence they deploy all the tactics organized crimes use in their line of work, and they are almost always a step ahead because they have all the high tech gadgets funded through government/taxpayer money.

>>2881443
>>2881445

>roll 1d100, bo3

(gotta hammer out an essay, be back later)

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>2881447
Let's do it!

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>2881447

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>2881447

>>2881450
>54

You have Yukiko's sensors scan the merchandise. Nothing weird about it- they're about as average as jewelry you could probably never afford can be.

Scanning Dino Tyrant, however, reveals something interesting. You pluck a loose scale off of Tyrant's face- much to his frustration- and do an analysis of it.

[Rudimentary DNA analysis: Composite DNA, spliced from three sources. My sensor's can determine the exact ratio, but the genetic make-up is part dinosaur, part human, and part genetic extract of an unknown source.]

Unknown source? That's weird. You web up a wall and perch on the edge of the roof.

>roll 1d10, then another 1d10 for a random event

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2881842

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2881842

>>2881845
>>2881863

>3,4

From your vantage point, you can see a pair of police cars chasing another car. There's intermittent gunfire, but you're not sure if it's the cops or the driver they're following that's shooting.

>Go for the cop cars
>Go for the car they're following