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“Well, that depends on what I can use them for. I was thinking that they might have some valuable alchemical properties, or something. Do you think you can take a look at them?” you requested. “I can share some of them with you if you tell me more about them.”

Strange stroked his beard with a yellow, gloved hand and flitted his sharp, gray eyes between you and Cat. It felt like he was sizing you up.

“I suppose that would be a decent trade.” he finally decided, taking the box from your hands. “You were wise to come to me before doing anything drastic.”

“Why? Are they dangerous?” you asked.

Strange nodded. “Oh, yes. Very much so. When handling powerful reagents such as these, there are many opportunities for catastrophic failure.” he said in a conversational tone as he turned around and began walking towards the steps.

No, wait. He wasn’t walking. He was…floating! His feet were hovering just above the ground, while the rest of his body was being pushed forward by some unseen force.

“Although, I haven’t seen a strain quite like this one. I’ll have to run a few tests.” Strange continued.

“Fine with us, magic man.” Cat said absentmindedly. You had a pretty good idea of why she wanted to stay.

“Thanks again. And sorry for disturbing you, by the way.” you added. “I didn’t realize you actually, uh…slept. Figured you had a spell or potion so that you could do your work ‘round the clock.”

“I do, but I don’t like using them.” Strange confirmed. “Sleep is a valuable commodity these days, and I’d rather not lose it. It’s also good for your mental health. The spells and potions can keep you awake and alert for a long while, but they cannot heal the brain damage that such a decision would cause.”

As Strange continued to speak, your attention drifted away from his words and began to latch onto the rustic appearance of the Sanctum. It seemed like it would cost a fortune to live here, and you weren’t entirely sure if the good doctor was keen on paying taxes. Was he capable of hypnotizing the IRS, or was his presence here something that warranted tax exemptions? It was a question to look into for sure.

—-----

The deeper you went into the Sanctum, the less sense it made. You were certain now that the building was far larger than it had any right to be. The hallways were long and seemingly endless. The winding staircases went up into infinity, and the walls were constantly shifting and folding into one another to lead to secret passageways.

You were thoroughly convinced that if you or your friends ever broke in here, you’d quickly find yourself lost, or dead.

Strange led you through several rooms. Each one, more fantastical than the last.

(Cont.)

Nice.

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There was a library where books flew like birds and formed platforms for other guests to step on as they traversed the upper levels. Strange warned you explicitly not to touch any books, and you were properly motivated once you saw what looked like a flock of books ganging up on an old grimoire, and picking it avert savagely. You and Cat stared in horror, and in gross curiosity.

There was a museum that displayed nightmarish skeletons for the sorcerer to study. Or maybe they were simply trophies. Either way, you had no desire to see what they had looked like when they were alive and healthy. Anastasia might, though. You’d have to ask the doctor about paying him to be a tour guide someday.

The next room was a greenhouse, and strangely enough, it wasn’t your destination. Various plants, vines and tendrils reached out to grab at you as you passed, and you felt your spider sense tingling ever so slightly in the back of your mind. Something, or various “somethings” wanted very much to hurt you in this room. You remained alert, trying not to jump at the flowers that bloomed and turned to face you as if they were watching. Strange didn’t seem to mind, so he must’ve been confident in his ability to prevent any “accidents” from occurring.

Finally, you arrived at a lab of some sort. It was somehow the most normal looking room out of all of the ones you’d visited tonight. There were a bunch of oddly shaped beakers and alchemical tools strewn about the tables, but nothing that seemed like it could come alive and kill you at a moment’s notice.

The books that lined the walls were distinctly inanimate, and there was a noticeable lack of piranha plants. You relaxed a bit, and pretended not to notice the way that Cat was roaming around the room. If Strange minded at all, he didn’t say anything.

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Admittedly, the tests and experiments took a bit longer than you’d expected. So much so that you thought that it might’ve been better to drop them off and come back later. The thoroughness with which he examined the fairy flowers was admirable in its own right, but you were sort of hoping that he could cast an appraisal spell on them and tell you exactly what you wanted to know.

You rolled up your sleeve, checked your watch, and gawked at it for a moment.

Was this thing broken? It says that only 15 minutes have passed since you entered the Sanctum. It felt more like 2 hours and some change. You expected Cat to be as miserable as you were, but she seemed to be having the time of her life.

Anything that she pocketed was somehow magically lifted out of her possession and returned to its original position. Strange was apparently perfectly capable of splitting his focus, and had been keeping an eye on the beautiful burglar. At first, the two of you froze in fear, wondering what sort of punishment the sorcerer would mete out as a result of Cat’s actions.

(Cont.)

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But surprisingly, he didn’t seem all that upset. On the contrary, he and Felicia seemed to be making a game out of it. She would attempt to steal something when she thought he wasn’t paying attention, and he would foil her plans using some magic trick or another.

Sometimes, the stolen property would fly right out of her pockets or cleavage. Other times, it would just melt in her hands and then blink back into existence, exactly where it had been before. It was admittedly very entertaining to watch, but Cat forbade you from watching too closely, lest you give away her cover.

Thankfully, Strange’s experiments didn’t take much longer. Once he was done, he waved you both over.

“The properties of this particular strain are rather fascinating, but not complicated enough for me to seek outside help.” he declared. “There are multiple ways to utilize such rare materials. With specific instructions, you could plant and cultivate them in a plot of land, and their sweet smell would regularly attract fairies, regardless of the realm that they might originate from. The type of fae that arrive, and their reaction to your flowers will vary based on what you plant there along with them.”

That’d be an impressive sight for sure. It would also give you opportunities to freely converse with magical creatures.

“As for their alchemical properties, there are more than a few ways to make use of these flowers.” Strange provided. “They have many applications, such as strengthening certain spells, anointing charms or divination tools, and guiding astral projections. The possibilities are seemingly endless when you know how to handle them correctly.”

What will you say?

>”That’s…honestly more than I was expecting.”
>”How likely is it for an amateur to make good use out of something as rare as this?”
>”I don’t suppose you’d be willing to teach me how to do any of that, would you?”
>”Would it even be a good idea to attract fairies in the first place? I hear they can be pretty mischievous.”
>Write-in.

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>>5371859
>”That’s…honestly more than I was expecting.”
>"Any idea what kinda Fae would show up if I planted these next to some dogwood and garlic?"
>>”Would it even be a good idea to attract fairies in the first place? I hear they can be pretty mischievous.”

>>5371859
I'd like to learn to make some use out of them. Is there something you need doing that I can earn your tutelage?

also good to have you back.

>>5371875
>>5371854
Thanks. I would've come back sooner, but the ban was very specific about when I was allowed to post again

>>5371876
We understand. We were freaking out in the general lol

>>5371877
Nah, I saw. I wanted to say something when I saw people theorizing that I was either demoralized or dead. I think the worst part was that we ended on an inconclusive vote, so I couldn't even write an update while I was gone.

>>5371859
>>”How likely is it for an amateur to make good use out of something as rare as this?”

>>5371868
>Support
>you wouldn't happen to have a magic for dummies book would you

>>5371868
Support.

I gotta say I like the more magical approach to Spidey. Ben might not be a tech genius like Peter but maybe with enough time we could be a magic equivalent

>>5371906
I'd say we already are getting there. Just need to be more open. This could lead to more possibilities with the spider god thingy.

>>5371868
Support.
Jannies are the greatest supervillains.

>>5371859
+1 to >>5371868
And also
>Ask about the monster that took Cindy's voice but without going so much in detail

Idk, but if I remember correctly, the name of that creature was the "Silvertongue" or something like that, and silver could be linked to fairies... So yeah, maybe we can use these flowers to make a trap for the creature

>>5371868
>>5371902
>>5371906
>>5371931
>>5371933
>”That’s…honestly more than I was expecting.”
>"Any idea what kinda Fae would show up if I planted these next to some dogwood and garlic?"
>>”Would it even be a good idea to attract fairies in the first place? I hear they can be pretty mischievous.”

Taking these. Writing...

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“That’s…honestly more than I was expecting.” you admitted.

“I’ll say.” Cat muttered under her breath.

“Any idea what kind of Fae would show up if I planted these next to some dogwood or garlic?” you asked.

Strange frowned at you. “Dogwood roses and garlic, ey? Having vampire problems, are we?” he asked in a conversational tone.

You didn’t answer, because Stephen didn’t give you much of an opportunity to. He just kept talking right over you.

“If I had to give an answer I’d say…none. No type of fairies would even be remotely interested in flowers that are meant to ward off supernatural creatures.” Strange explained. “They wouldn’t be nearly as effective as something like Rowan, but typically, fairies don’t appreciate components that meddle with their abilities.”

“So they wouldn’t show up.” Cat concluded.

“Precisely.” Strange confirmed.

“Would it even be a good idea to attract fairies in the first place? I hear they can be pretty mischievous.” you said.

“In my personal experience? No.” Strange proclaimed with a shake of his head. “They play childish pranks and get their kicks out of incessantly annoying mortals with their ridiculous games. Most people that are aware of them try their very best to avoid having them interfere with their lives, let alone having them in their homes. I can honestly say that I don’t recommend it.”

“But there are probably some benefits to having magical friends, right?” Cat asked, surprisingly interested in this particular topic. She had even stopped trying to steal from the wizard.

Strange shot her an amused grin. “My dear, there aren’t many people that the fae would consider to be ‘friends’. And it works quite the same when you flip it the other way around. If they aren’t hated, then they are feared. And if they aren’t feared, they are held in high regard. I keep them out of my Sanctum so as to avoid offending them, for that is far worse than avoiding them altogether.” he said, trying, and failing to suppress a shudder.

“That bad, huh?”

He shook his head and blew out through his mouth so as if to say, “You have no idea.”.

“Be warned. The fae are old, inhuman, bitter and very cold when it comes to their approach to morality. They do what amuses them, regardless of how we humans feel. Don’t go to them expecting favors and friendship. For if they don’t scorn you outright, they’re likely to play a trick on you.”

You glanced at the box of flowers and frowned. Hanging out with fairies honestly sounding like it was more trouble than it was worth. Sure, you’d be able to get in contact with magical creatures, and the possibilities were seemingly endless where that was involved. But if you were to mess up or misspeak, then you’d have a real problem on your hands.

(Cont.)

On the other hand, there seemed to be a decent amount of potential where alchemical reagents were involved. That astral projecting part sounded particularly interesting, if only a little terrifying.

What will you say/do?

>”On second thought, maybe I should just sell you the whole box.”
>”Do you have anyone that you trust to handle these materials as alchemical reagents? Maybe I can talk to them about making something useful.”
>”Tell me more about astral projecting. Are there any tips or tricks that’d be useful for beginners?”
>”Are there any ‘Dos and Don'ts' for interacting with the fae? I wanna avoid being smote for my ignorance if at all possible.”
>”What are some of the effects that I can expect by mixing and matching different gardening combinations? What sort of fae are likely to be attracted by them?”
>Writing.

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>>5372087
>"If I started growing these and selling 'em, would you want a regular supply? If not, I'm sure you could at least pass the word along to your friends and see if they're interested."

>>5372126
This actually has me thinking. Maybe we could expand this magical flower cultivation thing into a legit side-hustle.
If we start growing various alchemical reagents, we could start selling them to customers in New York City.
The delivery system I have in mind is one we already have; the sewers!

>>5372126
This

>>5372086
>”Are there any ‘Dos and Don'ts' for interacting with the fae? I wanna avoid being smote for my ignorance if at all possible.”
>"If I started growing these and selling 'em, would you want a regular supply? If not, I'm sure you could at least pass the word along to your friends and see if they're interested."
>>5372135
Rather than doing it as a side hustle and running it through the sewers, we could see if the Morlocks wanted to grow it instead. It’d give them a steady source of income and we could probably get some materials from them for free. Though we’d need to make it clear that growing these comes with risks so their gardeners need to be specially picked.

>>5372246
>support

>>5372246
+1

>>5372246
>>5372279
>>5372436
Taking these. Writing...

>>5372087
>”Do you have anyone that you trust to handle these materials as alchemical reagents? Maybe I can talk to them about making something useful.”
>”Are there any ‘Dos and Don'ts' for interacting with the fae? I wanna avoid being smote for my ignorance if at all possible.”
>"If I started growing these and selling 'em, would you want a regular supply? If not, I'm sure you could at least pass the word along to your friends and see if they're interested."
Oh good, the vampire ward is going to protect us from fae bullshit as well

>>5372598
>>5372644
Oh, I guess I should have updated first before posting.

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“Are there any ‘Dos and Don’ts’ for interacting with the Fae?” you asked. “I’d like to avoid being smote for my ignorance, if at all possible.”

Strange frowned, and he gave you a reproachful look that told you exactly what he thought about a complete amateur meddling in the affairs of the Fae. “If you don’t know already, I shall go over the basics.” he declared. “First off, don’t give them your name. Names can hold power, and creatures like the Fae can use that power to take control over your actions. I advise you to use a nickname or a made-up name when conversing with them.”

“And the reverse is true, too.” Cat put in. “If you find out and use a fairy’s real name, then they’ll leave you alone.”

Strange blinked, and then nodded approvingly at her.

“That is correct, miss. I can see you’ve read up on such fairy tales.” Strange said, seemingly not intending to make a pun.

Cat just shrugged and gave him her usual easygoing smile. “I used to read books about them as a kid. I’m surprised to hear that they got a lot of things right.”

“Ah, but there is usually a genuine nugget of truth to be found in all things. Even in bold-faced lies.” Strange said with a raised finger. “But that is neither here, nor there. The second rule of interacting with the Fae is a fairly basic one. Do not behave rudely towards them. You must pay close attention to your words, and mind your attitude around them.”

Cat nodded. “Right. Don’t be lazy, or selfish, or inhospitable.” she said, listing things off on clawed fingers.

“And you definitely shouldn’t abuse them, verbally or physically. That would undoubtedly earn you a nasty punishment.” Strange added, shuddering once more at the mere thought of it.

“Don’t eat their food, either.” Cat said. “Because if you do, then you won’t be able to leave the fairy realm, or eat human food ever again.”

“That’s only if you’re already in the fairy realm to begin with.” Strange corrected her. “But yes. Do be careful of receiving food from them. And watch for any fairy circles.”

“What the hell’s a fairy circle?” you asked, genuinely confused and feeling a bit overwhelmed. Maybe you should be writing this stuff down.

“Sometimes, when a tree dies,” Strange began. “A ring of mushrooms will grow in its place. By no means should you enter one if you see it. You’re likely to get stuck there, dancing like a mad-man until you either pass out or die from exhaustion.”

Sheesh. You never knew that fairies were such dicks.

“Aren’t those supposed to act as portals to the fairy realm, too?” Cat brought up.

(Cont.)

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“Some of them, yes.” Strange confirmed. “Your mentioning of their realm is what prompted me to bring it up. There’s a possibility that you’ll become trapped there after entering the circle. And then there’s the grim prospect of wasting whole entire centuries, just standing in one place. The time dilation one experiences from those circles is woefully disorienting.”

Did…did he just say ‘whole entire centuries’?

“Lastly, and most importantly,” the sorcerer continued. “Never accept a gift from Fae that you don’t wholeheartedly trust. It’s best to pretend to accept it…and then destroy it later.”

“Wouldn’t that be…rude?”

Both Strange and Felicia shook their heads.

“You never know what they might give you. And whatever you do, DON’T thank them for the gift.” Black Cat cautioned you, her easygoing smile now replaced by a serious look.

“Absolutely! Never!” Strange agreed.

“Why not?” you asked.

The Sorcerer Supreme had a grave expression on his face. “Because thanking a fairy for something implies that you’re indebted to them. And owing a favor to a fairy is no laughing matter.”

“They can pretty much ask for anything in return. Be sure to keep that in mind, spider.” Felicia warned.

You nodded and rubbed your hands together nervously. “Alright. Got it. Don’t mess around with fairies, don’t be mean to them, and don’t trust them. That about cover it?”

Strange sighed. “Well, it’s a start. Personally, I can’t for the life of me figure out why anyone would willingly interact with such creatures, but you are your own man. All I can do is advise caution and minimize the damage should you not heed my warnings.” he said with some resignation.

The tall man stepped aside to allow you to take the box back, not making any move to stop you. This guy was far more reasonable and patient than you expected him to be, despite having been abruptly woken from his sleep. Maybe you just caught him on a good day.

“If I started growing these and selling ‘em, would you want a regular supply?” you suggested. “If not, I’m sure you could at least pass the word along to your friends and see if they’re interested.”

The sorcerer stroked his beard thoughtfully and began to pace around the table.

“I don’t think I’ll have much use for them myself. I’m more likely to forget about them and let them wilt before I can make proper use of them. Although, I’m sure that a potent preservation spell would solve that problem.” he muttered to himself, before shaking his head and remembering that there were other people in the room. “If you’re looking to grow and sell those flowers, then I might know a few individuals that would be willing to partake in your services.”

You smiled broadly, perfectly aware that no one could see the goofy grin on your face through your dark mask.

(Cont.)

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“However,” Strange continued. “I won’t be telling them anything until I can verify that you truly are a trustworthy individual that knows what they are doing. I’ll need to see your first harvest and examine it before we do any further business.”

You deflated a bit at that, but you weren’t angry. His words were harsh, but they made sense. You’d have to brush up on your botany knowledge and do some tests. Maybe the Morlocks might want to get involved.

Actually…now that you think about it, this might be a good way for them to obtain a steady source of income. So long as they don’t start any trouble, if actual fairies do end up showing up that is, then they should be fine. You’ll just have to give them a quick rundown of the rules on interacting with faeries.

If everything goes right, then you might be able to buy some of their harvest and pass it around to Strange’s buyers. You might be able to corner the market on fairy flowers.

Seeing that you were amenable to the bargain, the Sorcerer Supreme made a beckoning gesture with his hand, and a clump of fairy flowers came flying out of the box and onto the table.

“Excellent. Do let me know how all that goes. But for now,” the tall man said, waving his arms and artfully stretching his fingers into painful-looking positions. “I bid you farewell.”

Just then, the space around him seemed to stretch and warp unnaturally as you were suddenly thrust out of the room! The corners of your vision had begun to blur, and the vision of Doctor Strange seemed to be growing further and further away with each passing second. It was as if you were looking through a giant fisheye camera lens that was zooming out rapidly, showing you where you had been in the Sanctum, retracing your steps exactly. Strange was the focal point of the iris, while everything else seemed strangely out of focus.

With a disorienting whoosh you found yourself standing back outside the Sanctum Sanctorum, in your original positions before you were let in.

You exchanged a confused glance with Cat and checked your watch.

Precisely 12 minutes had passed while you were in there.

—--------

After you got home, you took the flowers from Cat and watched her swing away from the hideout. You stared at the box for a long while after that.

Magic flowers. Yet another angle for you to work in your busy schedule. It could either end up being a solid scheme, or an interesting, but ultimately futile, business venture. But you were getting ahead of yourself. First, you’d have to convince Callisto and the other Morlocks to go along with it.

(Cont.)

What will you do tomorrow?

((I’ll bring it up again, but there are certain events that won’t take effect until a "timeskip" happens. Therefore, I’ll be leaving the option to initiate it early in the votes going forward. If you don’t wish to pursue something, you’re welcome to ignore it.))

>Visit the Morlocks and pitch them your fairy flower scheme.
>Go with Flint to follow up on his tip.
>Look into one of Cat’s potential jobs.(Prison Break/Heist)
>Visit Madame Web. You have a couple things that you wish to discuss with her.
>Head down to Morbius’ night club. You might need his help for this “Silvertongue” hunt.
>((TIMESKIP))
>Write-in.

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>>5372692
>Visit Madame Web. You have a couple things that you wish to discuss with her.
>Head down to Morbius’ night club. You might need his help for this “Silvertongue” hunt.
Helping Cindy>>>>Anything else

>>5372692
>Write-in.
>>Look to take a cooking class with Cindy.
Either of us have been eating fast food lately. She needs to eat more healthyly to develop well, and we have the money to spare on good ingredients. Also we have webbing that comes out of our body, if it's not entirely magical it means we produce it in our body, which gets affected by our own diet.
It can also be a fun bonding experience that doesn't involve superheroing.
>>5372704
+1

>>5372692
>Visit the Morlocks and pitch them your fairy flower scheme.
We could also visit Madame Webb and see if she’d have a use for the flowers. If not, she’s likely have contacts that could use it or would be willing to spend time showing us how to make use of them. That’s the only thing I can think of asking her though, not worth a visit in itself.

We actually have quite a few people who could make use of this in our contacts, or would at least benefit from related products. The Midnight Mission could maybe enhance their holy symbols with them (they’re a type of “charm” against vampires), Moon Knight and Madame Webb probably have plenty of uses for for astral projection or enhanced magical equipment, and I don’t know anybody who wouldn’t benefit from a divination tool that can be used to find something they want, be it a priceless artifact, the location of a tome on ancient horrors and how to kill them, or a Russian super-spy. Even if it’s not super precise, knowing if you’re in the wrong city is a good start!

>>5372708
Supporting. Sounds like good way to wind down a smidgen.

>>5372708
Support the cooking

>>5372692
>>5372711
Switching my vote to >>5372708. Relaxing sounds good, and everyone appreciates a man who can cook.

Actually, since BC was present for the whole thing about the flowers:
>Ask Black Cat to see if the Morlocks want to grow fairy flowers.
She got along with them well enough, and I’d trust her to get us fair compensation. Either a small cut of profits (maybe a moderate cut if we need to invest heavily in a separate growing area) and/or skimming some product for our own use. Nothing too outrageous, she knows we like them and this is a long-term investment. One less thing on our plate then.

>>5372721
>>5372724
>>5372737
I did not expect to be taken seriously

>>5372708
Supporting. We should spend a little more time with Cindy.
Also you're probably on to something about our diet affecting the quality of our webs.

>>5372740
We all love our daughter wife

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>>5372753
>daughter wife

>>5372753
Ease up Cletus

>>5372740
>>5372753
Ditto all but that last word. And even Ben is commenting on her eating habits so it’s clearly time to do something about it.

Besides, how often do we really get to chill as non-supers? Even when learning ASL we had to suit up since it was with Spider-Woman. We could actually do this as Ben!

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>>5372753
>daughter wife
Anon, I...

>>5372737
Sending Cat to do the bartering sounds like a good idea.
Just got to remember to tell the Morlocks to grow some dogwood and garlic near the flowers together with the fairy tips, doesn't hurt to be safe
>>5372753
A Crusader Kings player has been detected in the thread, all hands on deck.

>>5372766
You misspelled dick

Unrelated question since Felicia shared her name, should we share ours? Given how solid we made The Desparados crew, it doesn’t seem like a major risk.

>>5372831
with Flint calling us Ben all the time, I think that cat was out of the bag since a long time ago

>>5372839
ROFLCOPTER

>>5372839
I’m torn between “Fair” and “Damnit, Flint”.

>>5372831
Yeah we should probably open up a bit more with our team, we can more than trust them.

>>5372878
I can get wanting to keep full identities off the table. That sort of thing is a weakpoint as it can be beaten/mindwormed out of someone. It only makes sense to share that if people want to spend time together off the clock. Sharing our name with the crew is something I’m cor.

That said, we’ve kept our cards close to our chest for a while, and Prowler hasn’t shared his name. If people didn’t want to share it with him, I’d go along with it. Just boils down to how much distance Ben wants to keep between his work and personal lives.

>>5372708
>support

>>5372708
+1

>>5372708
>>5372721
>>5372724
>>5372750
>>5372737
>>5372917
>>5372936
Overwhelming support for the cooking class! You have chosen a comfy adventure.

Writing...

This might seem like a simple way to unwind, but just wait, it'll come in clutch when we have to duel someone in an iron chef style competition
also glad that the quest is back

>>5373184
You'll really have to polish up those skills if you want to beat T'Challa in "Vibranium Chef", and Logan in "Adamantium Chef"

And glad to have you back, anon!

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As your head hit the pillow, your mind started racing with possibilities. You weren’t in a terrible hurry to follow up on any pressing matters. At least, not at this very moment.

You were still waiting on the others to come back with information concerning the Silvertongue, and those jobs that Cat told you about weren’t particularly time sensitive.

You were free to do whatever you wanted. But all you wanted to do right now was help Cindy. And if you couldn’t do it by killing a supernatural monstrosity-

Just then, the sound of the fridge door opening and slamming shut broke you out of your reverie. And immediately afterwards, a brilliant idea popped into your head!

There was something else you could do that would help you and Cindy both.

Stretching out your arm, you snagged your phone with a webline and pulled it into your waiting hand. And with it, you did some rather thorough Google searching.

—-------

The next day, you got up early, confirmed that everything had gone exactly as planned, and got a jump start on breakfast. This time, though, Cindy didn’t wake up to help. She was still exhausted from her training session with Matt.

Seeing as how your class wasn’t for another few hours, you put some foil over her plate and allowed her to sleep in. She was working hard, after all.

—----

After a hushed conversation with Flint, the big man headed back out, and you decided that it was better for you to wake up your ward and inform her of your plans for the day.

You stepped into her room, wearing your Huntsman suit and carrying your casual clothes in a gym bag at your side. Despite being a light sleeper, she didn’t stir when you approached. You took this time to examine her physical condition, noticing the amount of bruising on her arms weren’t nearly as bad as you’d thought they’d be.

Either she was learning fast under Matt’s tutelage, or he was very good at controlling the amount of force he exerted. You wouldn’t be surprised either way. The guy knew how to scrap.

“Hey, Cindy. Wake up.” you urged her, shaking her shoulder with a gloved hand. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

She groaned and waved you away. You sighed, bent down, ripped the covers off of her slight frame, scooped her up in your arms and picked her up. This elicited even more groaning.

As you turned to carry her out of the room, she surprised you with a sudden burst of activity. In a blur of motion, her legs kicked up, her hands clasped around your neck, and her body swung downwards like a pendulum. But instead of landing on the round normally, she utilized her momentum and her athletic capabilities to swing back up and make another round trip by using her upper body strength to swivel around your head.

(Cont.)

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Finally, when your surprise had turned into frustration, the little hellcat pushed off of your back and flipped back onto her bed in a crouched position. She was glaring up at you, resting on all fours like a wild animal. You were simply too flabbergasted to respond.

After a few seconds, she blew a stray strand of black hair out of her face, and a mischievous grin spread across her lips.

Despite yourself, you returned the grin and even managed a weak chuckle. “Alright, you little spidermonkey. Get up and get dressed. I made breakfast. We’ve got a big day ahead of us?” you declared.

She gave you a puzzled look.

“I’ll tell you after you get ready. It’s a surprise!”

She frowned slightly, but eventually consented and got up to take a shower. You left her to own devices and texted Matt to inform him that Cindy won’t be attending her training sessions for a while.

Yep. Everything was going according to plan…

—------

“Cooking classes?” Cindy asked, in sign language as she shoveled a slice of pancake into her mouth.

“Yeah! I thought it’d be fun for us to do it together.” you said, leaning over the table. “And it's a good life skill to have, you know?”

Cindy nodded, thought about it, swallowed her mouthful of pancakes and smiled.

“Sure. Sounds fun!”

“Attagirl! We’re headed out as soon as you finish eating and get suited up.” you said, pulling your mask on.

Judging by her confused expression, she was probably wondering why you were suiting up for a cooking class.

“Traffic’s still abysmal out there. Especially for public transit.” you explained. “They still haven’t cleared the roads completely, and I personally find it convenient to circumvent the whole process.”

She didn’t need much convincing after that. After breakfast, the two of you gathered your things and headed out in full costume.

—----------

By the time you’d arrived, the class was just about filling up with middle aged men and women. There were a few younger people too, but not many that were close to Cindy's age.

“I see we have a couple of new faces here today.” said the bubbly cooking instructor. She was a slightly overweight redhead that looked to be in her early 30’s. “I’m glad that all of you could join us. Rest assured that we’ll be keeping it simple in today’s lesson.”

The objective today was to make “Pan-seared Pork Chops with Minced Peppers”. True to her word, it sounded reasonably simple. Cindy was more excited than you were, honestly. She even brought her own apron from home.

“Be sure to follow the recipe exactly, and just call me over if you feel like you need help.” the instructor said. “Remember, these lessons are all about giving you some confidence in the kitchen. Don’t rush, and just have fun!”

(Cont.)

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After that rousing speech, Cindy pinned her hair away from her face and tied the rest back into a neat little bun. She got started almost immediately, taking stock of the kitchenware available to her, checking the recipe, and getting to work by prepping the ingredients.

As she had once explained, you saw evidence of her experience in the kitchen from when she helped her mother in the past. She worked fast and efficiently dicing up the vegetables with blinding speed and drawing the attention of just about everyone in the room. They marveled at her knifework, her swift movements, and the confidence she displayed in the kitchen.

You worked much slower than she did, regularly checking the recipe and paying close attention to the instructor as she worked through simple problems. You relearned basic stuff like the positioning and placement of your fingers when using knives to cut small foods, the correct temperature to use when sautéing veggies and the method with which to stir them in order to get them to cook evenly. It was kind of fun.

You seasoned liberally as you did so, noticing out of the corner of your eye that Cindy had slowed down in order to keep pace with the rest of the class. She seemed to blush a bit after remembering that this was an activity that you were supposed to do together.

—----

“Hey, you’re pretty good at this.” you commented, as you liberally seasoned the pork chops and kneaded it into the meat. “You weren’t kidding about knowing how to cook.”

She smiled at you briefly, only taking her eyes away from the knife for a moment as she used the flat of it to crush garlic cloves.

“Why don’t you cook more often?” you asked.

“No ingredients.” she signed, lathering the pan with olive oil as she did so.

You frowned at her. “You could’ve just bought the ingredients, you know.” you argued.

“No money.” she signed, turning up the heat on the stove.

“What are you talking about? We have loads of-”

“Your money.” she interrupted you, looking a tad bit sheepish.

Huh? Oh.

Ohhhhhhhhhh…

You’re an absolute dunce. A moron. A blithering nincompoop.

You never gave Cindy an allowance! And you never decided how much of the cash you would split with her, or what her privileges regarding said cash would be. She didn’t know how much she was entitled to, so she simply kept quiet, ate your leftovers, and tried to stay out of the way.

You were supposed to be protecting her and looking out for her, but this whole time, she’s been treating your place like a crash-pad. Not a home. Not a place where she was comfortable enough to discuss these matters with you privately. She probably didn’t think that she had a right to it.

(Cont.)

Various thoughts whirled around your head, then. Cindy undoubtedly felt indebted to you. But instead of coasting on your revenue, she had developed a type of anxiety based on her lack of contribution, or any real ability to pay you back for your kindness. It was probably hard for her to understand completely. Hard to adjust to a new environment as well as you thought she had.

The girl was still struggling, fighting some private war in her head, all by herself. She was scavenging for food when all she had to do was ask for help. Although...it was probably hard for her to do so. Maybe she had too much pride, or she was nervous about how you might react...but you should've addressed this a long time ago, dammit!

What will you say?

>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5373268
>"No, it's our money."

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>>5373268
>"First off, we're in this together. Food, medicine, all the essentials, you don't need to ask me for any of that."
>"Second, you've more than earned an allowance. How's five hundred bucks a week sound? Keep in mind you'll be expected to keep on top of your chores and "extracurricular activities" to get that dough."
>"Oh and uh, any of my jobs you happen to be involved with, you'll get a cut. I don't want you thinking you're obligated to take part in every one though, understand?."
Five hundred a week is plenty enough for her I think.
It's enough for her to be well fed with just enough left over to establish how important it is to save your money. A lesson far too many people learn too late in life.

>>5373310
+1

>>5373310
>support

>>5373268
>>5373310
I’ll support this.
Additional write-in, though it should be done separately, not while in cooking class, and definitely in a place where we can hug her. Feel free to suggest tweaks, I couldn’t really link up my first and second train of thought, but kept it since it could be considered IC.
>”Hey. I know I’m a pretty shitty person. Look at my rap sheet and it’s a given. So I know I’m not the greatest candidate to look after a kid. But… shit.”
>”What I’m trying to say is I may not be able to teach you cooking like your mom or build scale models like your dad, but I don’t want you to feel like you need to treat me like I’m just giving you a hand-out. Like the warehouse is just a place to hang your coat. I want you to be able to call it a home. To know that you can lean on me. And that you don’t need to be afraid of losing it again. That’s the important part, okay? You DO NOT need to run away from it so it can’t be taken away again.”
>”I don’t expect you to believe it now, Cindy, but I will keep fighting until you do. You’re too sweet a kid to have this take away your happiness for the rest of your life.”

>>5373310
>+1.

Another unrelated/random question, is the NYC water utility a private company? It’d be amusing if we could help the Morlocks purchase it so they’d have the deed to their house, so to speak.

And by help I mean get them revenue streams because there are both limits to generosity and it’d mean more if it wasn’t a hand-out. Maybe we could connect them to Madame Webb jobs for a small brokerage fee? I doubt she’d mind the extra hands.

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>>5373310
Yeah, I like this. She's been working hard, hope she understands that she's earned it

>>5373268
>"OUR money Cindy"
>"I would like to know for the things you want to buy beforehand, but just need to ask. And for basic nescessities, or when I'm not around, you don't even need to worry about that"
I'm too foreign to understand allowances or each family member having their own separate income.

>>5373719
Typically in America, an allowance is used as an incentive to get kids to do their chores without complaining about it, but it kinda went the way of the dinosaur.

>>5373658
So unless NYC is different because being ground-zero for a ton of disasters means the public purse is dry and government went on a privatization drive to “reduce costs”, that plan is a no-go. That’s a shame.

I guess the only way they could own the land would be to convince the city to zone residential land in the sewer system, and I don’t want to get into city management simulator. SimCity and its ilk never really clicked with me.

>>5373310
>>5373335
>>5373340
>>5373439
>>5373621
>>5373659
>”Hey. I know I’m a pretty shitty person. Look at my rap sheet and it’s a given. So I know I’m not the greatest candidate to look after a kid. But… shit.”
>”What I’m trying to say is I may not be able to teach you cooking like your mom or build scale models like your dad, but I don’t want you to feel like you need to treat me like I’m just giving you a hand-out. Like the warehouse is just a place to hang your coat. I want you to be able to call it a home. To know that you can lean on me. And that you don’t need to be afraid of losing it again. That’s the important part, okay? You DO NOT need to run away from it so it can’t be taken away again.”
>”I don’t expect you to believe it now, Cindy, but I will keep fighting until you do. You’re too sweet a kid to have this take away your happiness for the rest of your life.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5374226
Just realized that I copied the wrong prompt. My mistake. Here's the one that had the most votes

>"First off, we're in this together. Food, medicine, all the essentials, you don't need to ask me for any of that."
>"Second, you've more than earned an allowance. How's five hundred bucks a week sound? Keep in mind you'll be expected to keep on top of your chores and "extracurricular activities" to get that dough."
>"Oh and uh, any of my jobs you happen to be involved with, you'll get a cut. I don't want you thinking you're obligated to take part in every one though, understand?."

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“Okay, Cindy. First off, we’re in this together. Food, medicine, all the essentials. You don’t need to ask me for that.” you declared. She stopped working and looked at you with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Second, you’ve more than earned your allowance. How’s five hundred bucks a week sound?”

Cindy’s jaw dropped as she gaped at your wordlessly.

“Now don’t give me that look. It won’t be for nothing.” you explained. “You’ll still be expected to stay on top of your chores and ‘extracurricular activities’ in order to get that dough.”

Cindy’s dumbfounded expression might've led you to believe that her head was spinning at the sheer thought of holding that much cash. But before she could make a gesture telling you that it was too much, you kept right on talking.

“Oh and uh, if you happen to be involved in any of my jobs, you’ll still get a cut.” you continued. “But you’re not obligated to participate in every single one. Understand?”

After a minute, Cindy closed her mouth and nodded slowly. The two of you got back to work, but it took Cindy another minute to recover from what she had just been told.

She tried to hide it at first, but you could see her smiling when she thought you weren’t looking. After the brief pause, the two of you fell into a comfortable rhythm and the rest of the lesson went off without a hitch.

More than a few times, you caught some of the other ladies checking you out, and you could’ve sworn that the instructor was getting closer to you every time she came over to check on your progress.

Seeing as how you were here to spend time with Cindy, you pretended not to notice their attention and kept your focus on the task at hand.

Once the dish was finally done, you felt a vaguely familiar swell of pride upon having made something with your own two hands. Everyone else had finished with varying degrees of success, but your pork chops seemed to impress the instructor the most. They must have, for she had gotten closer again and gently placed a manicured hand on your bicep as she leaned over the table.

Cindy’s mood had greatly improved by the time the class was over, and you had a very animated conversation that lasted all the way to the grocery store, and on the way back home on public transit.

Of course, you could’ve made the trip a lot faster if you traveled via rooftop, but you wanted to savor the time that you were spending with her today.

For the first time in a while, you thought that it wasn’t so bad to just slow down, take a breather and appreciate the things that you normally take for granted. You’ve got a lot on your plate, sure. But you can afford to let them sit for a little while.

—---------

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Several hours later, you, Flint and Cindy were in the common area of your hideout, eating a hot, home-cooked meal and watching her paint a new piece. Inspiration had struck her on the subway, and her brush was now placing strokes on the developing canvas that were somehow both gentle, yet feverish in the frantic motions of her wrist.

In the meantime, you and Flint were practicing your ASL. He was better than you at this point. Something that he didn’t let you forget very often.

He would casually correct you with an air of condescension in his voice that just irked you. But on certain occasions, he would get something wrong, and Cindy would have to correct the both of you. For that, to see the flustered look on Flint’s face when he’d mix up his gestures, you appreciated the little vigilante all the more.

She didn’t get to finish her painting, so she covered it up and slipped the easel back behind a wooden crate. While she cleaned up her station, you were stuck cleaning the dishes by yourself. Because apparently, Flint was incapable of doing so.

In his own words: “mY hAnDs WoUlD gEt WeT, aNd ThEy’D cRuMbLe AnD bReAk ApArT!”

The cheap bastard.

Before your frustration could manifest itself in any meaningful way, however, a small figure pressed itself against you, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you into a big hug.

You froze up, smiled sheepishly, and patted her arm with wet, soapy hands. As soon as she’d let go, you tried to turn in order to face her, but she had already fled to her room.

And just like that, your dark thoughts were blown away, and you finished washing the dishes by yourself, whistling a jaunty tune and relishing the sense of fulfillment that rose up from within you.

That night, you all went to bed with full stomachs, a fully stocked fridge, and a wallet that was slightly less full than it had been the day before.

>$500 has been removed from your savings!

—--------

What will you do tomorrow?

>Visit the Morlocks and pitch them your fairy flower scheme.
>Go with Flint to follow up on his tip.
>Look into one of Cat’s potential jobs.(Prison Break/Heist)
>Visit Madame Web. You have a couple things that you wish to discuss with her.
>Head down to Morbius’ night club. You might need his help for this “Silvertongue” hunt.
>((TIMESKIP))
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5374342
>Go with Flint to follow up on his tip.
Time to see what Flint's cooking. Also we're ordering some rubber gloves for him, he's not weaseling out of chores that easy.

>>5374342
>Go with Flint to follow up on his tip.
Unless someone else can come up with something as good as the cooking class, I don’t really care the order we do these in.

>>5374342
>>Visit Madame Web. You have a couple things that you wish to discuss with her.
>>Head down to Morbius’ night club. You might need his help for this “Silvertongue” hunt.

>>5374376
>support

>>5374376
+1

>>5374342
>>Head down to Morbius’ night club. You might need his help for this “Silvertongue” hunt.

>>5374342
How much of a time skip?

>>5374695
It'd be several months. We're not ready to skip whole entire years yet

before any timeskip we need to get Cindy's schooling situation sorted.
preferably we also get a regular apartment so eventually either of us be able to have family and friends over, something for the civillians Ben Parker and Cindy Moon

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>>5374883
I think Brooklyn Visions Academy would be a good fit for her, but only if it has good sports programs to go along with the academic curriculum.

>>5374890
>Cindy gets enrolled in the academy
>makes friends with 1.6 Kilometres Morales
>parents evening rolls around
>Cindy introduces Benny to her new friend
>his parents are both working late so he’s here with his uncle
>from around a corner comes a familiar voice complaining about the layout of the building
>Prowler in civilian clothes stops talking when he sees Cindy, then Ben
And that’s how Prowler and Benny simultaneously blew their identities to one another thanks to their own highly flexible schedules.

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>>5374900

>>5374900
That's just fucking funny, I want that

>>5374900
Let's do it

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>>5374376
>>5374377
>>5374389
>>5374395
>>Visit Madame Web. You have a couple things that you wish to discuss with her.
>>Head down to Morbius’ night club. You might need his help for this “Silvertongue” hunt.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5374900
>>5374905
>>5374915
>>5374972
Mfw genuinely considering changing some plans for this meme

>>5374978
Hey man, I know what I'm voting for when we get Cindy enrolled in a school, just saying.

>>5374978
Huntsman and Prowler, the two super criminals that are also father figures.

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The following day, you and Cindy slept in and lazed about for a while, knowing full well that you didn’t have a concrete schedule to keep to. You were planning to be out until late in the evening, after all.

Sometime in the afternoon, the two of you suited up and headed out to where Madame Web’s manor was located. It took a bit longer to get there than you would’ve liked, considering how there weren’t any tall buildings nearby, but Cindy didn’t seem to particularly mind the workout.

When the young girl laid eyes upon the mansion for the first time, her slitted eyes grew as big as saucers. Considering how sheltered she’d been, she had probably never seen a house this big.

With mild amusement, you walked up to ring the doorbell, only for it to swing open at your approach. It was then that you realized the old crone had probably foreseen your visit.

“Hey hey. Who’s your friend?” Julia said as she opened the door, glancing between you and Cindy.

“This is Cindy. I wanted to introduce her to you today.”

Cindy’s eyes went even wider as she expressed a gesture of exaggerated panic.

“Relax. These guys already know who we are.” you said in a reassuring tone. “Plus, it’d probably be better if the two of you are totally open with each other.”

Her panic had transitioned into immediate confusion, but before she could make any questioning gestures, you motioned her to follow you inside. You had a lot to talk about.

—-----

After a brief introduction and summary of what you went through on the night that you’d first met these two women, Julia explained the role that she played in this organization. Cindy seemed impressed by Julia’s claims of being a computer whiz, even if she didn’t completely understand it.

When you brought up the topic of having Julia support Cindy out in the field, she suddenly got excited and started gushing about some new AR lenses that she’d been making. They were supposedly far more advanced than what you had installed in your mask, and had a fully intuitive HUD that could be brought up and collapsed at will.

Her excitement had dampened slightly when she remembered that Cindy was incapable of speech, and the three of you sat there trying to wrack your brains in order to find a solution. After about a minute, Julia snapped her fingers and brought up a program that she’d been writing.

With a bit of tweaking, she thought that she’d be able to create something that recognized sign language and auto-translated it in real time. It wasn’t a perfect solution by any means, but Julia seemed confident that she could install the program into the lenses and slide them into Cindy’s mask.

While the two of them were busy discussing that, you headed upstairs to meet with Madame Web. Unsurprisingly, she was already waiting for you, facing the door in her fancy, golden hi-tech throne.

(Cont.)

“Good afternoon, Ben. I see you brought the little one with you.” she said, sounding pleased. “I do hope things are going well between you two.”

You nodded hesitantly. “They are, yeah. I’m still getting the hang of this whole ‘guardian’ thing.”

The corners of her lips curved upwards into a slight smile. “Well, you could be doing a lot worse. And in my personal opinion, making an effort to improve is already a large step in the right direction.”

This lady is far too invested in your personal life. It was already hard enough to avoid thinking rude thoughts about telepaths when she was around.

“But enough about that. I assume you didn’t come here for idle chatter.” she continued, leaning back in her chair.

What will you say?

>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”
>”Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”
>”I don’t suppose you’d know where the Chameleon is hiding, would you?”
>”Got any new jobs for me?”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5375034
>>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”

>>5375034
>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”

>>5375034
Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”
>”Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”

>>5375034
>>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”
>"Or maybe you don't, you did say you can't see what happens inside that house. Still, any help would be welcome, you know more about the mystical part of these spider powers than anyone else."

>>5375034
>>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”
>>”Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”
>>”I don’t suppose you’d know where the Chameleon is hiding, would you?”
These three are equally important, at least for me. If there's the chance that Madam Webb could have saw what happened and followed Chamaleon for us, we should know.

>>5375075
>Support

>>537503
In order from easiest/shortest conversation to longest/most important:
>Mind if I contract out some of your jobs. Seems I keep getting busier and I know some people who would put the money to good use.
See if she’s okay with sending jobs to the Morlocks, or with us sharing the jobs with the rest of The Desperadoes to work as solo gigs. It’s money to a good cause either way.
>Know any good school systems for Cindy?
I just want to see her reaction to the question now that anons have started talking about it.
>Know anything about Tombstone’s daughter?
I’m guessing she’ll know the context. If she does, may as well ask her about finding a cure for her condition. No real skin off our back if she doesn’t want to get into it, but it’s important to recognize that a Tombstone with nothing to lose is a dangerous thing for everyone.
Being able to call in favors is always nice too.[/spolier]
>”I don’t suppose you’d know where the Chameleon is hiding, would you?”
>”Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”
>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”

>>5375148
>>5375034
Deleted a number in the quote by accident. Also had the rest of my post munched?
The more important convos:
>”I don’t suppose you’d know where the Chameleon is hiding, would you?”
>”Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”
>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”

>>5375036
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>>5375054
>>5375060
>>5375075
>>5375132
>>5375153
>”Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt. Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”
>”Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”
>”I don’t suppose you’d know where the Chameleon is hiding, would you?”

Taking these. Writing...

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“Since you’ve probably been watching me, you probably already know about the ‘Silvertongue’ hunt.” you theorized. “Do you have any leads on where it might be hiding?”

Madame Web’s eyebrows narrowed under that blindfold of hers. “No, I do not. But perhaps you would like to inform me.” she requested.

“Can’t you just read my mind?” you asked.

Cassandra gave you a lopsided frown. “Do you really want me to do that? Think about it for a moment.”

“...No.” you admitted.

And so, you explained the entire situation to her, forgetting that she was unable to view the events that took place within the Midnight Mission. It was either due to interference of Khonshu, or the supernatural nature of the building itself.

She nodded along, but otherwise kept quiet for the entire explanation. By the time that you finished, however, her frown had noticeably deepened.

“This isn’t anything that I’ve encountered or heard of before. Or perhaps…”

She fell deep into thought, stroking her pointy chin and lowering her head slightly.

“Perhaps I have seen it before, but I simply didn’t recognize it for what it was. My visions aren’t always clear to me.” she reasoned. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for it, and inform you once I've pinned down its location and identity. But you must promise me one thing.”

“Yeah?”

“If it truly is as dangerous as you say, be careful in your approach. Don’t go after it unless you’re fully prepared to face the consequences.” she advised.

You nodded gravely. “Trust me, I’m not planning on losing the ability to speak anytime soon. That’d totally take the fun out of this whole ‘masked mercenary’ thing. It’s pretty much half of the job.” you said. “Any updates on those ‘other Spider-Totems’ that you told me about?”

Madame Web leaned forward a bit and steepled her fingers.

“I’ve confirmed a few things.” she declared. “As I had described earlier, I’m certain that there are two of them. They’re fairly new totems, and as such, they’re being hidden from my sight by higher totemic deities. They probably don’t want me spoiling their fun.” she said, shaking her head ruefully. “However, your ‘Dr. Connors’ isn't among them. I can see him just fine.”

“And you can’t see where the other ones are?” you said.

She shook her head again. “I am forbidden from interfering with their development at such an early stage. Honestly, it’s unprecedented for this many totems to be within such close proximity at any given time.”

“Well…what about the Chameleon?” you said abruptly. “You know. The guy that pretended to-”

“I remember.” Cassandra interrupted, raising a hand to halt your recollection. “And believe me, I’ve tried. And from my attempts, I have drawn some rather…ill-boding conclusions.”

(Cont.)

“Oh?”

“I don’t think your little imposter is hiding from me on purpose.” she theorized. “I think he's…just a little too close to someone else that I can’t see.”

“Wait. You don’t mean…”

It was Cassandra’s turn to nod gravely.

“Unless your Russian friend is a powerful psychic, I do believe that he is either within close proximity to a Spider-totem, or he himself has become one. My gut is telling me that it's the former, though.”

What will you say/do?

>”And, what? I’m just supposed to sit here twiddling my thumbs until either he decides to attack me, or your Spider-Gods get bored of hiding him?”
>”I’ll deal with him another time. For now, let’s try to put all of our effort into tracking down that voice-stealing monster.”
>”I’m not gonna lie. I thought having a clairvoyant on my side was gonna be a lot more convenient.”
>”I can’t go off of ‘gut feelings’! This guy’s gonna come back for revenge someday. I just know it!”
>Calmly excuse yourself, take a walk and find something inexpensive to break outside.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5375903
>”Well, that’s foreboding. Guess I’ll just have to find him the old-fashioned way.”
>”I’ll deal with him another time. For now, let’s try to put all of our effort into tracking down that voice-stealing monster.”
May as well focus on what we can do rather than gripe about what we can’t.

>>5375911
Support

>>5375903
>”I’ll deal with him another time. For now, let’s try to put all of our effort into tracking down that voice-stealing monster.”

>>5375903
>"So, I don't know how this works, but- say, if you were to sweep the city - wouldn't the spots where you can't look in be points of interest? Or does it not work by location?"
if it would:
>"I'd start with everyone who knew about the research on the engineered spiders. Dr. Connors thought someone likely was trying to enginee super soldiers. So lab guys and greedy enough execs."
Julia can surely whip up a list of addresses to check.
>"Other starting point would be Goblin. The Russians are working against him. While I don't know if that was only because of that shield or not, but if they still have beef with him, the Chameleon might be in disguise there."
got to get a copy of Tombstone's empire from Matt back.

>>5375903
>>5375967
Support. Adding one more:
>Can you see each of my family members and my crew? I shouldn’t be hiding them since you can already see me, and I’d like to know if they’re safe.

It’ll be a hoot if Peter is hidden

Rolled 89 (1d100)

roll

I wish my id was lollixd

>>5375911
>>5375948
>>5375949
>>5375967
>>5376074
Votes are currently tied, with this being the option with the most support:
>”I’ll deal with him another time. For now, let’s try to put all of our effort into tracking down that voice-stealing monster.”

Would you like me to update like this, wait for more votes, or throw your support behind another vote?

>>5375903
>>5376731
I'll back >>5375967 with >>5376074
doesn't hurt to ask

>>5375903
backing >>5375967 and >>5376074

>>5375911
>>5375948
>>5375949
>>5375967
>>5376074
>>5376757
>>5376761
>"So, I don't know how this works, but- say, if you were to sweep the city - wouldn't the spots where you can't look in be points of interest? Or does it not work by location?"
>"I'd start with everyone who knew about the research on the engineered spiders. Dr. Connors thought someone likely was trying to engineer super soldiers. So lab guys and greedy enough execs."
>"Other starting point would be Goblin. The Russians are working against him. While I don't know if that was only because of that shield or not, but if they still have beef with him, the Chameleon might be in disguise there."
>”For now, let’s try to put all of our effort into tracking down that voice-stealing monster.

Taking these. Writing...

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“So, I don’t know how this works, but–say, if you were to sweep the city–wouldn’t the spots where you can’t look in be points of interest? Or, does it not work by location?” you inquired.

Madame Web exhaled slightly and rested her chin on her interlocked hands. “It isn’t quite that simple. I cannot psychically sweep the entire city in a limited amount of time. Such a task requires astral projection if I want a clear image of where the Spider-Totems are.” she explained. “Day-by-day, I would have to send out consciousness to scan for these totems. I wouldn’t perceive them as ‘blank-spots’ as you’ve probably come to suspect. However, there would almost certainly be a location that the Totemic Deities would prevent me from entering. If I can find that…”

“Then you can figure out where they’re hiding!” you concluded.

“It’s possible.” she replied, not trying to get your hopes up. “But it would be rather time consuming. Not to mention exhausting…” she muttered under her breath.

“I’d start with everyone who knew about the research on the engineered spiders.” you continued, pretending not to hear her. “Dr. Connors thought it was likely that someone’s trying to genetically engineer their own super soldiers. So, that sort of narrows it down to lab guys and greedy execs.”

“Ah, yes. That truly narrows it down.” Cassandra said, with more than a little sarcasm. If she could still use her eyes, you were certain that she’d be rolling them right about now.

“We can also try to look into the Goblin.” you suggested. “The Russians are working against him. And while I’m not entirely sure of whether it was only because of that shield, I feel like they still might have beef with him. There’s a decent chance that the Chameleon might be disguising himself as one of his lackeys.”

It wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world. Even you pulled it off for a little while.

“I suppose it would be possible to put him under my personal surveillance. Julia would need to take over some of my other responsibilities, but I should be able to keep track of him where there are no security cameras to make use of.” she boasted. “The difficult part would be investigating each and every one of his lackeys. Sifting through their thoughts and keeping track of them would take a not insignificant amount of my time to do so. I recommend choosing where you would like me to begin my search.”

Damn. You were sort of hoping that she could explore each option. Choosing just one would seriously slow down your progress.

“Alternatively,” Madame Web continued. “We could request that Julia pick up the trail of another one of your suspects. I wouldn’t have her devote all of her time to this, of course. She has an important job to do here, and I would feel much more comfortable with her focusing on her primary role while I am…indisposed.”

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You nodded and folded your arms over your chest. “Before we decide on anything, I want to check something.” you said. “Can you see each of my family members and my crew? I shouldn’t be hiding them since you can already see me, and I’d like to know if they’re safe.”

She stared at you for a good long while, before leaning back in her chair and exhaling slowly. “Very well.”

You didn’t have to wait long for her to start talking. The woman became unnaturally rigid. Even the movements of her mouth were stiff. The only sign of life she showed were the slow, shallow breaths that were moving her chest up and down.

“Cindy Moon: Safe. Julia Carpenter: Safe.”

The next pause was a lot longer, and you suspected that she was projecting her consciousness through the city, desperately searching for your family and friends, feeling for familiar minds.

“Victoria…Parker: Safe. Richard Parker: Safe. Peter Parker(Nephew): Safe. Peter Parker(Father): Safe. Ann Parker: Safe.”

Another pause, but this time you were able to release the breath that you didn’t know you’d been holding, so the wait was infinitely more bearable.

“Flint Marko: Safe. Callisto: Safe.”

Another pause. Her brows creased in concentration.

“Black Cat: Safe. Prowler: Safe. I am unable to find that ‘Glass’ fellow, however.” she said.

You shrugged. “He’s on something of an extended vacation. He’ll be out of town for a little while.” you explained. You were a bit surprised that she chose to use aliases for certain members of your crew. Maybe it was because she knew that they had yet to reveal their true identities to you.

Several moments later, Madame Web’s entire body shuddered, and she visibly slumped in her chair. You made a move towards her, but she raised a hand to stop you.

“Your Russian friend…is nowhere to be found among your cohorts.” she reported, breathing a bit heavily.

“Thanks for doing that.” you said. “I really appreciate it.”

“Think nothing of it.” she said, pretending that it wasn’t a big deal, despite you having contrary physical evidence to refute her claim. “You have yet to make a decision Ben. What should we focus on first?”

How do you want to handle this?

>Have her do a full sweep of the city. It’ll take longer, but you want to be thorough.
>Trail the Goblin and investigate his groupies. The Chameleon could be hiding amongst one of them.
>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.
>Write-in.

>>5376836
>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large

>>5376836
>>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.

>>5376836
>>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.

>>5376836
>>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.

>>5376836
>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.
Thanks Auntie Web.

>>5376836
>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.

>>5376836
>Hand Dr. Connors’ list over to Madame Web. If you look into Oscorp’s staff and the researchers that were involved in the project, you should be able to connect it to the culprit at large.
Weird that she hitched when talking about Victoria. Is her last name actually something different now? I’d assume she got married without telling anyone.
I also guess we can add Madame Webb to our potential buyers for the flowers since she mentioned astral projection is a thing she does. Kinda figured as much, but confirmation is nice.

>>5377057
I'm actually curious as to how they would enhance Astral Projection.
Do you just dry the flowers out and roll 'em into a blunt? This needs to be tested.

>>5377084
Could also be something like a flower crown, or creating a circle. Might be more of a defense to keep other spirits from entering our body. But yes, science must be performed.

>>5377084
Unironically like most things ingested it's best to go anal with it.

>>5377084
Sew the flowers into a cloth of blonde or red hair, to maximize the level of fae interest. Red hair was the shit for fae, pretty much a magnet for magical shit.

>>5377177
Should make it thirteen flowers strung together by thirteen red hairs. Fairies love the number thirteen, if I remember correctly.

>>5376840
>>5376845
>>5376846
>>5376851
>>5376872
>>5376965
>>5377057
Taking these. Writing...

>>5377177
>>5377679
I did leave a few things out during the Fae rules explanation, but if we're going through with this plan, then I should probably just make a pastebin listing the rules there.

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“Dr. Connors gave me a list of people that he thinks might be involved with the mutated spiders. They’re all Oscorp alumni and researchers that worked on the project along with him.” you offered. “The culprit’s gotta be one of them.”

Madame Web nodded, clearly having pulled the ideas from your head while you spoke. “Me and Julia shall look into them. We’ll report anything that we find once we’re satisfied with our results.” she promised.

“Thanks. I’ll be glad to know that the both of you will be hunting for that rat bastard.”

“This is as much for me as it is for you.” she admitted. “If this ‘Chameleon’ character is somehow involved with two spider-totems, then it requires my full attention. I can only hope that no harm comes to them before we can pin down their location.”

And you can only hope that these spider-totems aren’t Russian assassins or impressionable, super-powered assholes.

—------

After your discussion, you and Cindy departed from Web’s mansion, feeling good about the progress you were making in your pursuit of the Russian spy. Cindy and Julia seemed to get along as well, which was encouraging to hear.

Those AR lenses that she was talking about sounded particularly interesting. You’d probably need to invest in them if you wanted the two girls to work together out in the field.

Realistically, Cindy would probably be better off working with them for cash. It’d be a decent way for her to support herself in the future. And speaking of the future, you were really going to have to get her schooling situation figured out someday. Peter’s too.

If you had to guess, Cindy was most likely home-schooled in her little fallout shelter of a home. That meant that you might have to go back and visit her place in order to grab some important documents. It was a good thing that you didn’t let her torch the house before getting everything you needed.

—-------

Later that night, after the sun had dipped over the horizon, the city was transformed into a neon-lit nightscape, heavily polluted with the dim glow of street lights, store signs and headlights from passing cars.

To your great surprise, Morbius’ nightclub had been almost entirely rebuilt from when you had last seen it. The place looked like it’d been hit by a bomb! It should’ve been in the news, or at least investigated more thoroughly.

But oddly enough, you didn’t see any articles, reports, or credible rumors regarding the event. Either the average New Yorker was way more jaded than you thought, or Morbius pulled some strings to sweep the whole event under the rug. It might’ve been easier to just pin the attack on those Gamer Terrorists that keep popping up.

(Cont.)

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When you and Cindy approached the front door, you noticed that the bouncer was a different vampire. They weren’t nearly as big as the last, but they carried themselves with the dignity and poise of a seasoned fighter and a trained killer. His red, piercing gaze washed over you and your companion, and his body seemed to tense for a moment. But instead of attacking, he simply stepped aside, opened the door, and gestured for you to enter with a slight sneer.

Another vampire, one you couldn’t completely see in the dimly lit halls, led you through the winding, maze-like corridors, until you ended up at another metal door. Rhythmic music and pulsating lights seeped through the cracks, and you could sense the presence of yet more dangerous creatures in the room beyond. Creatures that sensed you coming already. Creatures that could smell your sweat, hear your heartbeat, taste your fear.

You could never get over this part. The waiting. The not knowing whether you would be ambushed from behind, or dog-piled as soon as you dared to enter their territory. Strangely enough, having Cindy by your side seemed to erase some of your worries. Her family were friends of Morbius, and she was likely the only reason you got through the front door without excessive violence.

A quick glance in her direction told you that she wasn’t terribly worried, and you felt a bit silly for letting your fears get the best of you.

However, that thought was immediately blown away when the door slid open with a creak, revealing a dark, dimly lit room, with glowing eyes and glinting fangs flashing with malice and hunger. It was then that you were realizing that you were feeling a completely healthy and normal amount of fear.

“Huntsman. It is good to see that you are well. The same goes for you, Miss Moon.” said a familiar voice from deeper within the room. Just the sound of it made most of the others stop hissing almost immediately. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

What will you say?

>”I’m hunting for something dangerous. And I needed to know if you had any tips on tracking down supernatural creatures.”
>”Can’t a guy just drop by and check up on his friends every once in a while? Why do you assume that I want something?”
>”I need to see you in your office for a sec. It’s about someone we both know. A specialist. I might want to hire him sometime soon.”
>”You sure rebuilt fast. Labor costs must be different for the living dead."
>"Have you noticed any movement from the rogue vampires' forces, lately?"
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5377758
>Business. Mostly personal, but I’m not in a rush. I’d like to talk shop a bit first if you have time.
>”You sure rebuilt fast. Labor costs must be different for the living dead. Or do you just get more hours in the night?”
>”I’m hunting for something dangerous. And I needed to know if you had any tips on tracking down supernatural creatures.”
>”I need to see you in your office for a sec. It’s about someone we both know. A specialist. I might want to hire him sometime soon.”
Seems pretty natural to go from “hey I have questions about this thing” to “hey can I hire you to kill it”. It’s technically his lackey we’d be hiring, but that’s besides the point.

>>5377758
little smalltalk first
>"Have you noticed any movement from the rogue vampires' forces, lately?"
afterwards
>”I’m hunting for something dangerous. But I'm currently
in the... 'pooling resources'-phase of the plan. Though I'd rather discuss it in private."

>>5377758
>”I’m hunting for something dangerous. And I needed to know if you had any tips on tracking down supernatural creatures.”
>”I need to see you in your office for a sec. It’s about someone we both know. A specialist. I might want to hire him sometime soon.”

>>5377758
Oh, on a completely unrelated note - I just finished reading the backlog of your Ben 10 quest. I didn’t get much into the show, but I look forward to that continuing as well!

>>5377773
>support

>>5377758
>”You sure rebuilt fast. Labor costs must be different for the living dead."
>”I’m hunting for something dangerous. And I needed to know if you had any tips on tracking down supernatural creatures.”

Had a thought.
Should we send Sam to college?
Sure, he's a self taught genius already, putting a masters degree on top would still help.
And I think only relying on the Tinkerer himself will bite us in the ass some day when we give him stuff to analyze and/or evaluate.

And we know already we'll have timeskips eventually.

>>5377766
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>>5377907
If he wants to get an education, I don't see why not. I do have another idea though.
What if we got him an internship with The Tinkerer?
He's clearly got something of an aptitude for super science, and it would give him access to much better tools than we can get right now.
The hard part would be swaying Phin, but I imagine there's something we can do to make the deal happen.
Keep in mind we'd still be taking him with us on jobs regularly, especially those involving Electro.

>>5377766
>>5377768
>>5377773
>>5377893
>>5377902
>>5378188
>Business. Mostly personal, but I’m not in a rush. I’d like to talk shop a bit first if you have time.
>”You sure rebuilt fast. Labor costs must be different for the living dead. Or do you just get more hours in the night?”
>”I need to see you in your office for a sec. It’s about someone we both know. A specialist. I might want to hire him sometime soon.”
>”I’m hunting for something dangerous. And I needed to know if you had any tips on tracking down supernatural creatures.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5377774
Happy to hear it! I do miss the characters and the aliens from that quest. It was my very first one, and I made some mistakes along the way, but I'd like to get back to it at some point if there's still some interest in it.

>>5377907
>>5378218
An interesting thought. If it's something that you want to do before the timeskip, then you'll have to be sure to remind me when the vote comes up again.

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“Business. Mostly personal, but I’m not in a rush.” you said, as nonchalantly as you could manage. “I’d like to talk shop if you have time.”

“Why, of course. Word on the winds is that you’ve taken care of the man who made an attempt on my life, destroyed my domain, and murdered one of my children.” Morbius said, his tone changing from one of light amusement, to that of grim satisfaction. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Cindy glanced over to you, but your eyes were clearly locked on the crimson, burning orbs that were staring back at you from beneath the inky cover of darkness. You nodded back at him.

“...Good. If you didn’t do it, I would have.” he declared. “You have my thanks.”

You nodded once more, and then glanced around the room in vain. You couldn’t see shit.

“You sure rebuilt fast.” you said, desperately wanting to change the subject. “Labor costs must be different for the living dead. Or do you just get more hours in the night?”

“Actually,” Morbius began. “Most of the work was done by humans. We didn’t even have to hypnotize them. They did it for free.”

“Why? Did they owe you a favor?”

“No no. Nothing quite so dramatic.” he said with a light chuckle. “There are such humans that would do anything that a vampire asks. Some simply wish to be near us. To exist within our circles. While others do favors and odd jobs in the hopes that we might one day make them one of us.”

“So you were pretty much working around the clock. Not a bad system.” you admitted. “And speaking of work, I have something that I’ve been meaning to discuss with you.”

His red eyes narrowed slightly, and you saw the glint of his fangs in the dark. “Oh?”

“It’d be better if we took this to your office.” you suggested.

“Is it a…private matter?” he asked.

“I’d say. It involves someone we both know. He’s a bit of a specialist.” you said, narrowing your eyes at him in return. “I might want to hire him soon.”

Morbius’ eyes widened in recognition, and he rose from his seat as calmly as he could.

“You are right.” he said. “We should take this in my office. Follow me.”

The living vampire took a candle from one of the tables and lifted it up to his face, gesturing for you to follow in his path exactly. You didn’t need much convincing in this regard, as you and Cindy would’ve been fumbling around in the dark and constantly bumping into things without his help.

Once you got close to his office, Morbius blew the candle out and placed it on a small table right outside of his door.

“Right this way, please.” he said, ushering you inside.

It looked exactly the same as when you’d seen it last. Chances are that Randal’s airstrike didn’t even scratch this place.

(Cont.)

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“Now that I can see it in sufficient lighting, I can say with confidence that your new suit suits you, Miss Moon.” Morbius stated, nodding his approval. “Your parents would be so proud if they could just see you now.”

You tensed up a bit at the mention of her parents, but Cindy just gave the vampire a gracious bow. You wondered what sort of face she was making under that mask.

“So,” Morbius said, drawing your attention back to him. “You seek to hire Terminal’s services. Might I ask why?”

“I’m hunting for something dangerous. And while we’re still sort of in the planning phase, I’ve come to realize that we’re probably only gonna get one shot at this thing.” you explained. “So when we do find it, I want to make sure that it stays dead.”

Morbius nodded his understanding. “Ah, I see. That does so happen to be Terminal’s specialty.” he agreed. “But what is it that has you so riled up? There aren’t many creatures so dangerous that I would consider deploying my trump card.”

You and Cindy shared a glance, and then together, you proceeded to explain the true nature of the creature that stole her voice. Morbius listened without interrupting a single time, but you could see him clenching his teeth from time to time.

You were all quiet for a long time after your explanation had concluded. The living vampire reached for a bowl on his desk, plucked a dull brown orb from it and popped it into his mouth. Cindy gazed at them longingly, but Morbius was positioned in such a way that he could forcefully move the bowl away if she made a move for them.

“I must say,” he began, crunching the strange confection between his fangs. “This is the first time that I’ve ever heard of something so unusual. This ‘Silvertongue’ that you speak of–-it must be a very old creature, indeed. Far too old for a fledgling vampire such as myself to have known about.”

“Wait. How old are you?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I would probably be in my 40s or 50s by now. I am not even a century old, yet. It was quite hard to elevate my status as much as I did when I was just a mere babe in the eyes of these bags of bones. But that is a story for another time.” he said, smiling mischievously. “If what you said is true, the monster that you are hunting would be better described as a parasite. You were wise in seeking out Terminal’s services.”

“I was?” you said.

“Yes! For Terminal can do far more than eliminate bacteria and diseases. He can also detect foreign bodies within organic lifeforms.” he explained. “If he gets close enough, Terminal is capable of sniffing out diseases, distinctly inhuman biology…and parasites.”

Cindy’s eyes lit up, and the two of you shared an excited, hopeful glance.

(Cont.)

“However, it could take some time. We have no idea where this creature is, and Terminal will be forced to take routes that limit his amount of exposure to biological lifeforms. This might be the longest that I’ve ever allowed him outside ever since I diagnosed his condition.” Morbius said, a thoughtful look on his face. “If you wish to hire his services, then you will have to do so over the phone. He always negotiates his rates and tailors them to the requirements of the job.”

And you have no doubt that he’s gonna request a metric fuck-ton of cash in order to do it, too.

“Alternatively” the vampire continued. “We might be able to waive the fee, or at least cut it in half if you agree to owe me a favor.”

You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “What kind of favor?” you asked.

“Why…anything that I want, naturally.” Morbius said, flashing you a devilish grin. “It wouldn’t do to spoil the surprise this early.”

What will you do?

>Call Terminal and negotiate the terms of your contract over the phone.
>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.
>On second thought, this is probably a bad idea. You’ll find another way to kill the Silvertongue. Hopefully, one that doesn’t have a risk of releasing an incurable disease.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5378483
>Call Terminal and negotiate the terms of your contract over the phone.

>>5378483
>>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.

>>5378483
>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.

Going on a short trip to my home state. This'll be the same deal as before. Whenever I get a moment, I'll try to connect to somebody else's Wi-Fi and post an update from there. If I go a day or two without posting, then it'll be because I wasn't able to find a good time to write and post an update. Fingers crossed.

>>5378483
>Call Terminal and negotiate the terms of your contract over the phone.
Boys, boys. We don’t have to decide right now. Before we jump into an agreement with Morbius, let’s see what Terminal’s rates are like. If it all ends up too expensive we can take the deal or go elsewhere, but there’s no reason to make a decision right this second.
>>5378500
Have a nice trip, Score.

>>5378483
>"Is that a favor like taking care of the man that - how did you say - made an attempt on your live destroiyed your domain etc. etc. ? Because if so, way ahead of you."
But
>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.
Can someone remind me if simply killing it would restore Cindy's connection to language?

>>5378483
>Call Terminal and negotiate the terms of your contract over the phone.
>Sorry Morbius, but I don't like owning such open ended favors.
>Still, Cindy wouldn't trust you if you were an asshole, and you have helped me out plenty before, so I'll be glad you give you a more than fair fee for any service you need. As long as I hear the details first, of course.

>>5378483
>>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.
We aren't made out of money!

>>5378483
>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future. As long as Cindy is not a part of it.

>>5378483
>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.

>>5378483
>>5378501
+1
I’m okay with owing the favor on the condition that *we* owe the favor, not our crew. This is personal business, after all. But we’re not in a rush as we still need to track down the creature and our plate already seems full right now.

>>5378483
>Call Terminal and negotiate the terms of your contract over the phone.
>Agree to owe Morbius a favor in the future.
>"Keep in mind that this is a favor from ME, not my whole crew. Anything where I gotta bring them in means they get compensated."

>>5378483
>>Call Terminal and negotiate the terms of your contract over the phone.

>>5379305
what the fuck.

>>5379336
Welcome to modern Spiderman comics.

>>5379338
I want to burn books now.

>>5379339
Yeah it be like that sometimes

>>5378483
Backing >>5378501 but if we do the favor, also backing >>5378807

>>5379305
Oh shit, it’s Barbara Gordon!

>>5379305
Are her villains construction companies making non wheelchair acessible buildings?

>>5379473
Her greatest enemy is Stilt-Man.

>>5379305
Wait is she actually paraplegic?
Stupid as the character's is, that's not a bad cover honestly.

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[red]"Let's give him a call."[/red] you requested, not wanting to play into the vampire's hands before you've exhausted all of your options.

Morbius then proceeded to open a small compartment embedded within the wall behind his desk, revealing an old black telephone. You had almost expected to see a rotary dial, but you weren't quite lucky enough to see such a bizarre spectacle. To this day, Callisto's sewer phonebooth remains the strangest form of communication that you've ever come across.

When the living vampire moved to dial Terminal's number, you paid close attention, hoping to get his contact information for yourself. Your hopes were quickly dashed, however, when Morbius only keyed in four numbers. Likely a code of some sort that you weren't supposed to understand. You wouldn't be surprised if the code was changed come tomorrow.

When the phone started ringing, Morbius handed you the phone and stepped aside to give you some room.

After a few seconds, the line on the other end clicked, and you were greeted with a violent, rasping cough.

[red]"...Hello?"[/red] said a slightly congested voice. For an elite assassin, the guy sure sounded miserable.

[red]"Hey, is this Terminal?"[red]

[red]"Who wants to know?"[/red] he replied with a sniffle.

[red]"This is the Huntsman. We met back at Morbius' club after it was attacked."[/red] you recalled.

Another sniffle.

[red]"Oh, yeah. You were that guy with the fur cloak."[/red] he said, recognition clear in his voice. [red]"How've you been?"[/red]

[red]"Uh…good? Been a bit busy lately, but I can't complain."[/red] you replied, wondering why you were making small talk with a deadly assassin.

[red]"Just humor him."[/red] Morbius whispered. [red]"He doesn't get out much. Not without my permission, at least. His lack of human interaction has made him into a rather lonely individual."[/red]

You nodded slowly.

[red]"...How about you? What have you been up to?"[/red] you asked.

Another sniffle.

[red]"I killed a pack of werewolves in Brooklyn the other day. They were trying to grab a midnight snack out in the park, so I had to deal with them."[/red]

[red]"Oh, sweet. What'd you, uh…what'd you use?"[/red] you said, noticing Morbius' gesture for you to continue.

[red]"12 gauge and a battle-axe. Shells were custom-made. They had to be in order for me to spread the virus."[/red] he said in a casual tone.

[red]"Huh. Well that's cool."[/red] you said, not knowing how you should continue this line of dialogue. [red]"Listen, I was hoping that I could hire you for a job that I'm preparing for."[/red]

[red]"Uh-huh. You need somebody whacked?"[/red] he asked.

[red]"Pretty much, yeah."[/red] you confirmed.

[red]"Anyone I should know?"[/red]

[red]"Probably not…"[/red]

You then proceeded to explain everything that you knew about the Silvertongue, as well as its capabilities.

You heard another sniffle on the other end of the line.

(Cont.)

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[red]"Well, when you put it like that…"[/red] you said, weakly.

[red]"As things stand, I'd say it'll cost you…$3 mil."[/red] Terminal declared.

[red]"$3 million dollars!?"[/red]

[red]"You don't know shit about this thing. You don't know what it looks like, how tough it is to kill, its offensive capabilities, its location, or how smart it is. This is shit that people like me need to know, and you just have me going in blind."[/red] Terminal described in a surprisingly eloquent way. He didn't cough or sniffle a single time during that rant.

[red]"Either you figure out more information and come back later,"[/red] he continued. [red]"Or you hire me now and pay my fees. After that, I'll handle the rest. Because when I kill something, it stays dead as fuck."[/red]

You glanced at Morbius, and the look on his face told you that he could guess what you were thinking.

[red]"If Terminal's rates are too steep for your liking,"[/red] he began. [red]"We can always come to a deal ourselves."[/red]

[red]"On two conditions."[/red] you said with a finger raised to the air. [red]"Cindy won't be a part of whatever this is, and my team isn't included in this debt. If you want to hire them, you'll have to pay them normal rates."[/red]

Morbius hissed. [red]"Don't be ridiculous, Huntsman. If I wanted to make a deal with Miss Moon, then I would have spoken with her directly."[/red] he said, pointing a fanged finger at the girl. [red]"And secondly, it is entirely up to me whether I [b]feel[/b] like hiring your men for said favor. I have not met them, and thus, I do not have many reasons to trust them. If I do not like what I see, then I won't allow them to accompany you on any mission that I deem important or sensitive."[/red]

The bluntness of his statement caught you off guard for a moment, but you quickly recovered.

[red]"If all my requirements are met, then, and only then, will I allow them to accompany you. Do keep in mind, however, that there are some missions that will require a more sensitive touch."[/red] he continued. [red]"A scalpel, and not a mallet. If you wish to work for me in the future, then you will have to prove that you are the former."[/red]

Morbius extended a pale hand over to you. You stared at it, and then back at him.

[red]"I can cover about half for a simple job. But if you want me to waive the entire fee, then I'm sure we can find something more…suited to your talents. Do we have a deal?"[/red]

What will you do?

>Offer to do a small job.(Half the fee will be waived)
>Offer to do a more complicated job.(The entire fee will be waived)
>Hire Terminal for the full fee.
>Attempt to haggle with Terminal.
>Turn down both, and offer to gather more information before returning to make the same offer.
>Write-in.

I guess I'm not getting any decent formatting on hotel Wi-Fi. Sorry folks. It's the best I could do at the moment.

>>5379305
I think that's supposed to be the winner of some Spidersona art contest. They made a fan-creation canon(kinda).

>>5379559
I imagine fighting crime will be VERY difficult, however. On the bright side, she can whip her legs around as hard as she wants to. They'd probably make for devastating melee weapons.

>>5379642
>Attempt to haggle with Terminal.
>"So, first off, you're totally right, you need to know all of this shit."
>"But, as I told Morbius already, we're still trying to figure the entire situation out. I'm not asking you to do all the work. I'm not asking you to even do half of the work."
>"I was just looking to see if I can have you on stand-by. Only when I feel like I know enough about the thing, and have everyone agree on the plan - you included - will we carry it out."
>"How does your cost estimate look now?"

>>5379642
>Offer to do a more complicated job.(The entire fee will be waived)
Morbius doesn't seem the type to make use do something we aren't capable of nor unwilling. He may have us by the balls, but we can potentially spin this into a lot of money down the line.

>>5379559
Speculation is the spider bite cured her but she carries the wheelchair on her back so she has it as a disguise when she gets out of costume

>>5379305
>The Dark skined white guy
They aren't even trying anymore.

>>5379642
Hire terminus at the full fee.

>>5379791
I say this bc we still have over 7 million. We can still do some stuff for morb but we have a lot on our plate. New electro is still out there kingpin is coming chameleon is among us.

>>5379642
>Turn down both, and offer to gather more information before returning to make the same offer.
I really want to work with these guys, but Terminal is right. Doing him a disservice is a dick move to both him and Morb-man

>>5379642
>Offer to do a more complicated job.(The entire fee will be waived)
Metal Gear Solid: Spider Eater

>>5379675
+1
This is a nice middle ground between the haggling and the waiting to gather more info. Terminal might be enthused to know we’ve already got some reliable people doing the research.

>>5379642
>>Offer to do a small job.

>>5379642
>Offer to do a more complicated job.(The entire fee will be waived)

>>5379642
>>Offer to do a more complicated job.(The entire fee will be waived)

>>5379675
>>5380000
>>5379725
>>5379791
>>5379822
>>5379992
>>5380030
>>5380077
>>5380097
>Offer to do a more complicated job.(The entire fee will be waived)

Taking these. Writing...

Back home, btw

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After about a minute to think about it, you grasped Morbius’ hand and shook it.

“You said you’d waive the entire fee?” you asked, not releasing his hand.

“I can,” he replied simply. “But that would require an even bigger commitment on your part.”

“I’ll do it.” you said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”

Morbius nodded, seemingly satisfied, before releasing your hand and reaching for the phone.

“Terminal? Don’t worry about the fee. I’ll reimburse you for this one.” Morbius offered.

You didn’t hear the assassin’s response, but it sounded snippy. The living vampire simply chuckled and hung up the phone.

“If you wish to speed this investigation along, then you’re welcome to offer me any new information that you come across, so that I might pass it to Terminal.” Morbius said, his crimson eyes fixed on you. “If not, then you’re welcome to leave everything in his hands, so that you might direct your attention to other matters.”

You nodded. “And you can send me the details of that job that you want me to do.”

“In due time, Huntsman.” Morbius replied. “In due time.”

—------

After you bantered for a while longer, you and Cindy were led out of the vampire club by one of his trusted bodyguards. All the while, the kid crimefighter was practically vibrating with grim delight at the prospect of having someone as deadly as Terminal going after the voice thief.

Personally, you were feeling nervous about having Terminal anywhere near you, or anyone else that you cared about. But if Morbius trusts him to go out and operate without close supervision, then you supposed that you could think of him as a professional.

That being said, you were probably going to have to report this to the others during your next meeting. They should know that a walking biohazard is about to put himself in the Silvertongue’s crosshairs.

But at the very least, you made some headway in solving two of your biggest problems. Hopefully, both avenues will pan out, and you’ll be rid of both menaces by this time next month.

If only you could be so lucky…

—---

What will you do tomorrow?

>Visit the Morlocks and pitch them your fairy flower scheme.
>Go with Flint to follow up on his tip.
>Look into one of Cat’s potential jobs.(Prison Break/Heist)
>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.
>((TIMESKIP))
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5381103
Visit the morlocks

>>5381103
>Look into one of Cat’s potential jobs.(Prison Break/Heist)
I’m up for something different this time. I’m more interested in the heist as it’s the more nostalgic of the two.

>>5381103
>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.

>>5381103
>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.

>>5381103
>>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.

>>5381103
>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.

>>5381103
>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.
>Visit the Morlocks and pitch them your fairy flower scheme.

>>5381116
>>5381127
>>5381128
>>5381285
>>5381437
>Try to figure out Cindy’s schooling situation.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5374900
Miles Mole Ass existing is abhorrent, but woke characters existing in the periphery would be bound to show up, and the moment sounds funny.

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Later that night, you were laying in bed, staring at the ceiling as your mind raced back and forth.

For some reason, you couldn’t calm down. You had the distinct impression that you were forgetting something really important. But, what?

You were making progress in the Chameleon case, and Terminal was supposed to help you hunt the SIlvertongue whenever one of you stumbled across it. Those were your two biggest problems.

Other than that, you still had to figure out whether the Bratva were still on your case, meet with Silvermane’s contacts, help your brother find his missing girlfriend, and pin down Max’s location. Was that everything?

No, wait. You still had that fairy flower thing to worry about. The only things that were on your plate that didn’t feel like a high priority were the jobs that Black Cat dug up, ironically enough. They’d be good for making money, but you could always make money later.

So then, what was it that was bugging you so much!? Did you forget to turn the stove off?

Hmm…

OH, WAIT! Cindy’s schooling! You’d nearly forgotten!

You shot out of bed, snagged your phone with a webline and pulled it into your hand with a lightning fast movement. Immediately, you began researching different schooling options for girls her age.

You’d have to check and see how far along her home-schooling had gotten, but you were sure that she should at least be at the tail end of middle school, or at least a high school freshman by this point. And if not, then you’ll help her study until she reaches that point.

There were a ton of options to choose from, here. Only a few stood out, though.

There was the school that you attended back in the day, Midtown High. You wouldn’t exactly call it prestigious, but it was decent for what it was meant to do. Honestly, the best thing about it were the experiences you had and the people you met along the way. For one reason or another, Midtown seemed to attract weirdos from all walks of life. If there’s any school that can cure any sort of social awkwardness that Cindy might have, then it’s probably Midtown. Getting her accepted should be fairly easy, as well.

If that doesn’t pan out, then you can try for something a little fancier. You heard that Visions Academy has a pretty impressive curriculum. And it isn’t like you couldn’t afford to send Cindy to a private school. You might have to double down on her studies in order to get her to a point where she can enroll without issue, however.

But with how many smart people you’ve surrounded yourself with, you couldn’t imagine that being a problem for either of you. Visions Academy would probably be the best school to ensure that Cindy has a bright future ahead of her, in whatever field she decides to work in.

Aside from those two options, and perhaps a fallback school like Milton Summers, you weren’t seriously considering any other options. Although, you did remember hearing about some "super secret schools" that were most likely bullshit rumors.

(Cont.)

Like how the Avengers were secretly raising superpowered kids in a program called “Avengers Academy”. And then there was the even more ridiculous rumor that Doctor Strange had founded a magic school, like in Harry Potter.

It all sounded pompous as hell, and you weren’t sure how wise it was to affiliate yourself with superheroes anymore than you already have. But then again…if any of that ended up being true, then that could seriously change Cindy’s future for the better if she got enrolled in either of those “secret schools”.

You’d have to look into it.

Which school interests you?

>Midtown High
>Visions Academy
>Avengers Academy
>Strange Academy
>Spend some more time doing research and asking around about prestigious schools and programs.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5381603
>Spend some more time doing research and asking around about prestigious schools and programs.

>>5381603
>Visions Academy
Cindy's a smart kid, but more than that, she's extremely determined. Again, I just hope Visions has a good Gymnastics program.

>>5381603
>Visions Academy
I'm contractually obligated to choose this for the memes.

>>5381603
As the prohpecy foretold
>Visions Academy

>>5381603
>Avengers Academy

>>5381603
>Visions Academy
I think she needs some normalcy in her life. Socialising with the regular people of NYC should provide that. I just hope she doesn’t get picked on or some stupid shit because of her muteness or social inexperience.
Of course, if anyone does try anything then I doubt she’ll have much trouble making them stop.

>>5381603
>Visions Academy

It occurs to me that we should probably sit Cindy down and ask her for her opinion on each school. It’s all well and good for us to prefer one, but she’s the one who’ll actually be attending..

>>5381627
>>5381648
>>5381653
>>5381712
>>5381731
>Visions Academy

>>5381804
You're not making the decision for her. This was more or less to gauge your interest in the schools presented to you, as Ben will advocate for this school in particular when Cindy is making her choice.

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Yeah. Brooklyn Visions Academy was sounding better and better the more you thought about it. Even as you drifted off to sleep, you were running through possibilities in your mind, coming up with study plans and setting goals that would allow Cindy to attend the academy.

—------

The following day, you surprised your roommate with a stack of papers that you had printed earlier that morning. Her cereal spoon paused on its way towards her mouth, and her tired eyes blinked at you blearily for a second.

“So, I’ve been thinking.” you began, no doubt confounding her with the amount of energy you were displaying so early in the morning. “We should start thinking about school soon. You were home-schooled, right?”

Cindy nodded cautiously.

“And you just about finished all your course work for middle school? Like, up to at least 8th grade?” you asked.

She nodded again, quicker this time.

You beamed at her. “Great! Then we can start talking about potential schools.” you said, spreading the documents all over the table and flipping through them until you found what you were looking for. “Here. I think Brooklyn Visions Academy would be great for you. It’s a private school. Admission rates are low, but I think with some studying, we can raise those test scores and raise your chances of getting in.”

Becoming a bit curious, Cindy leaned over to glance at the paper where the school’s information had been listed.

“They’ve got a great science program, and I’ve heard some good things about their musical and language studies programs as well. What do you think?”

Having her interest fully piqued, she pushed aside her cereal bowl and began shuffling the papers around so as to establish some semblance of order on the table. Surprisingly, she didn’t linger on “Avengers Academy” or “Strange Academy” for very long. You know if you were a kid, you would’ve jumped at the chance to go to a school for heroes.

Maybe it was because of her mission and her duty to Khonshu that she didn’t particularly find the idea to be that appealing.

With those set aside, she seemed to linger on Midtown High the longest, before pushing it into the “discarded” pile and setting her sights on Brooklyn Visions Academy. Her eyes danced along the paper as her finger ran down the course list. She seemed genuinely impressed. For someone that’s never attended a proper school, it was probably a bit of a shock for her to learn just how broad her horizons could get.

After a few minutes of silent observation, she brought over another paper. It was a rough map of the school grounds. She frowned slightly, and glanced up to make a series of gestures with her hands.

“This is a boarding school?” she asked.

(Cont.)

>>5381846
Will we be touring the schools by any chance? Maybe Visions + 1 other she’s interested in?

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“Yeah. You’ll probably be spending a good chunk of your time there.” you said, not entirely liking the idea, but accepting that it would be good for her in the long run. “You’ll have to share your room with someone else, too.”

Her frown deepened.

“It would be hard to sneak out at night.” she signed.

“I guess you’ll have to start coming up with alibis.” you said with a shrug. “That is, if you want to go here.”

Cindy sat back in her chair, and you saw several emotions playing across her face over the course of just as many seconds. Anxiety. Resignation. Curiosity. Excitement.

Finally, she gave you the "ok" hand sign. “I need to recover my documents from home.” she signed, pushing her seat out and grabbing her bowl.

“I’ll try to find out more about the school and their policies while you do that.” you promised.

Since her hands were full, she gave you a small smile and an accenting nod of her head.

You had no idea of how good her test scores were, but there was a decent chance that she would need a tutor. Lucky for you both, you already knew a bunch of brainiacs!

Who should tutor Cindy in her studies?

>Richard. Your brother’s always been a smart guy, and it's not as if he’s working right now.
>The Prowler. He likes Cindy well enough, and he’s your team’s certified tech genius.
>Sam. He made that invisibility suit, and he already has a little sister. Maybe you can put him to use until Prowler figures out that energy source.
>Julia. She’s a super-hacker, so you’re gonna assume that she’s plenty smart. She and Cindy were supposed to be spending more time together anyway.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV

Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

>>5381890
>>Sam. He made that invisibility suit, and he already has a little sister. Maybe you can put him to use until Prowler figures out that energy source.

>>5381890
>>Richard. Your brother’s always been a smart guy, and it's not as if he’s working right now.

>>5381885
That Cindy? She's hot

>>5381890
Julia

>>5381887
>>5381890
You can tour Midtown and Brooklyn Visions to see how she would like them. As for A.A. and Strange Academy, you don't even know how to get there, or properly enroll. They're more like rumors that you've heard passed around, but there are more than a few people that believe they really do exist.

It's not that the idea of attending such fantastic schools doesn't appeal to Cindy, but she made some very quick judgements about them, based on what she knew. She discarded Avengers Academy because she believes that most of their curriculum would be focused on training and learning to control metahuman abilities. She isn't convinced that they can teach her anything that the Desperados or your contacts can't.

Strange Academy did interest her, but she made a similar judgment. More time spent cooped up in a dusty old room, pouring over dusty old books, learning basic spell theory and arcane schools. She doesn't believe that such intensive studies would lend much time for her to fight crime and keep the streets safe.

She'd be willing to visit, Midtown and Visions Academy, but if you wanted her to consider the other two options, you'd have to convince her that it would be beneficial for her.

And of course, you're always welcome to ask around and find unorthodox alternatives to her education.

>>5381890
>The Prowler. He likes Cindy well enough, and he’s your team’s certified tech genius.
Given the meme, he may have some recommendations for other tutors as well.

>>5381900
Ultimately, I don’t want “unorthodox” for Cindy. She’s got enough of that in her own life. Being able to tour the two “regular” schools is all I was looking for.

>>5381890
>Richard. Your brother’s always been a smart guy, and it's not as if he’s working right now.

>>5381890
>The Prowler. He likes Cindy well enough, and he’s your team’s certified tech genius.
THE MEMES