>>5458625
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Character Sheet: Coming Soon

Welcome all, to another Teen Titans Quest! Setting in the world of DC, specifically the Teen Titan’s universe abet AU. This story will on occasion take beats from the source material but will otherwise be its own unique experience. Thus we won’t be limited by just the cliff notes and regulations of the canon dynamics. That said, you’ll be playing a pivotal character that depending on your actions can be a hero, villain, or in between.

We’ll be using a die system that honestly clicked with me when composing this game from another quest for a simpler experience.

Die Rules
>Everyone can roll once per die chain, the three/four best rolls will be taken.
>Roll 2d100 unless specifically asked otherwise
>The first die determines whose roll gets picked (lowest gets priority)
>The second die is your actual check (Note: The first die can still influence any outside elements pending on the roll)
>A bonus will be granted if several players succeed in the dc check. The higher the succession, the grander the bonus.
>Crits are Nat 1 for failure and 100 for succession. (a 99, matching or paired rolls may net you an additional bonus)
>Bonuses are outside factors that commonly appear as happenstance or phenomenon. Usually, they'll change the course of the current situation/predicament, typically to your favor based on the result of the roll. They operate out of your succession and/or failure.
>Bonuses only provide opportunities or second chances. They do not flat-out override the results of the roll.
>Each vote generally has one roll, but if multiple actions are made or multiple votes are stacked, additional roll checks will be given on a case-on-case basis on complexity.

General Rules
>Write-in is always encouraged, be it dialogue or action, but will be left to my judgment to tweak to better fit Sarena's character/story narrative
>If a vote doesn't negatively contradict each other and/or is a close enough tie, I may end up using both in the next story post.
>Rules may be subject to change at any time
>Remember to have fun

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>>5458627
Sarena Rosenberger. More commonly known by your shortened name Rena Rose. Age sixteen. An average high school girl of Jewish origins. Remarkably smart for your own age, you were more or less a plain jane in every other aspect. For as long as you can remember you live in a metropolitan district known as Jump City. Sitting on the long coastline of California, Jump City is well-known for being a comfortable residence. Bustling with vigorous energy, it was quite a charming if not quaint scenery with its booming populous.

With surprisingly light traffic, clean streets, countless shops fitting various interests and convenience, and no shortage of entertainment venues, it’s a city that most of its civilians consider themselves extremely lucky to call home. Backed up by a trusted and well-supported police force, it’s honestly no wonder why the civilians are happy to live in this metropolitan. However, even the most robust and sturdy locations weren’t immune to the ever-changing winds of fate. Despite the security, there was always something happening in Jump City for better or worse.

Like its citizens, you called this place your home, again for better or worse. What you can recall out of the past sixteen years of your life was a relatively average life. You did just about what any resident would do. Such activities as playing at the beaches and parks, exploring the countless buildings in the shopping arcades, watching films in one of the many theatres around, enjoying the rides and games on its massive pier, to even just eating at the local pizza shop at the town center. Aside from the occasional trips elsewhere, you more or less spent your entire life here.

Living the best life that you can manage you spent most of your time in a large two stories house. Own by the settlers that were your ancestors, it was a place that was within your family for about a century. Or at least you assumed, it might possibly be older. Not that you could tell since it was well preserved and frequently refurbished to stand the tests of time. You were the middle child of a family of six. Two of which were fraternal twins whom you called your youngest siblings. As for the eldest sibling, he was already on his way to college.

With your father a police commissioner and your mother a negotiator, you were often left to your own devices. Even having to babysit your siblings. Although those times were soon coming to an end as they were now in the seventh grade. Like clockwork, everything ran exactly how it was supposed to. Leaving you to feel relatively bored out of your skull. Alas, that was the price for peace in these times. Unlike places such as Metropolis or Gotham, there was a severe lack of super-criminals and villains. On the other side of the coin, there was a sharp absence of heroes.

>>5458631
Metropolis has the superfamily, Goatham with its bat family, Star City has the team arrow, and so on. Jump City doesn’t have any corresponding team or club of heroes. Not even its own bounty-hunting organization. At least as far as you knew. This constant period of serenity has also left a sense of uncertainty for its citizens as they lament this absence.

As for you, you couldn’t fathom the issue. Even if life was rather mundane to you, there was a sense of security in following the everyday routine. Wishing for something more would be going against normal life. You told yourself this countless times, almost as if the mantra of normality has been rooted deep in your heart. Even so, there was a sense of uncertainty creeping down into the recesses of your mind. A sense that this was just the calm before the storm. A premonition that something big was coming.

Perhaps it all started when you found that grimoire recently in your basement.

>>5458633
Before we jump forward to the present (1-2 Years Later), let's decide how your powers chose to manifest as for the time being.

>Divine Path - Chosen Champion of a Divine Pantheon (Shazam/Wonder Woman)
>Celestial Path - Direct Descendant of a Previous Lord of Order and Warrior Princess (Amethyst & Dr Fate)
>Spiritual Path - Stillborn Baby that was given a second chance at life by the Spectre and connected to the Phantom/Spectre Force (Raven/Ghost [Elisa Cameron])
>Primal Path - Prodigious Late bloomer with the metagene and blessed by Mother Nature (Rima the Jungle Girl/Vixen)
>Magic Path - Byproduct of the Atavism of the Magus (Zatanna/Sabrina The Teenage Witch)
>Cosmic Path - Unlikely Guardian Candidate chosen by Ekron into a Celestial Order (Emerald Empress/Green Lantern)
>Alien/Technological Path - Symbiotic Relationship with a Cosmic Entity (Linda Danvers/Spawn)
>Mystery Box.

>>5458644
>Mystery box

The last teen titans quest I liked was with Reno the retarded battle junkie.
Lets see if their caliber is still good.

>>5458644
>>Celestial Path - Direct Descendant of a Previous Lord of Order and Warrior Princess (Amethyst & Dr Fate)

>>5458644
>Magic Path - Byproduct of the Atavism of the Magus (Zatanna/Sabrina The Teenage Witch)
I am a sucker for parlour tricks, stage magic and smoke and mirrors magic that are real instead of staged or faked.

>>5458681
>Reno
What's the nam of the quest, I can't find it on /sug/.

>>5458691
DC quest.

Gets a supername called battery. Pretty sure his actual name is reno though

>>5458644
>Cosmic Path - Unlikely Guardian Candidate chosen by Ekron into a Celestial Order (Emerald Empress/Green Lantern)
I don't remember the last time, what happened?

>Mystery Box.

The Mystery box is never not a good pick.

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>>5458681
>>5458954
>Mystery Box Unlocked
>Blood of the Demiurge - Reincarnated Avatar Emissary and Ambassador of the Source aka Quintessence (Wonder Woman/Elaine Belloc)
Adam Kadmon (Primordial Man), eat your heart out.

Anyway, I'll go into more detail in my official post for the story but think of Sarena like Ashley Rayburn (Primer) but with Xena/Wonder Woman's armor. And that the "paint" comes from her "blood" like Mr. Jesus Christ himself. Thus, we're going to also see some Multiverse shenanigans like >>5458683
>>5458687
>>5458894 since you all but cemented yourselves as Prime Serena.

>>5459004
Would've waited longer but I didn't want to drag this out for an entire day and slow down the momentum.

Anywho, the Quintessence will be following the Earth-22 counterpart with some leverage from the New 52 version, especially with including its current members and fellow allies. The main members are as followed.

>Olympian God King Zeus
>Universal Guardian Ganthet
>Immortal Wizard Shazam/ Mamaragan
>Extra-dimensional Highfather
>Mythical Entity Phantom Stranger
Fellow Associates so far are The Spectre and Hera. There is also the Highmother but formally she was slain, and has been reincarnated.

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>>5458644
>>5459004
Ever since you were little, you were captivated by your family's heirloom upon discovering it in the old basement during spring cleaning. It was called by the name Sefer Raziel HaMalakh, otherwise dubbed the book of the angels. A grimoire holding various secrets relating to the Kabbalah and its mystical, if not magical fountains of knowledge. Magick/Ceremonial Magic, Theurgy, Hermetic Qabalah, Numerology, and even the blend of Magickal Judaism, also known as Jewitchery. Unlike the publicized version, however, this grimoire held magical knowledge outside of the Kabbalah and Gnosticism such as Thaumaturgy, Alchemy, Shamanism, Druidism/Elementalism, Enochian magic, and most shocking of all Thelema.

It was as if it was the holy grail for anything magical and/or mystical. Of course, translating it was an arduous trial if you had any say in the matter. It took you nearly ten whole years before you could fluidly read and understand the ancient text. You were confident that you could concise the entire book into the modern era of the 2000s. You weren’t sure what it was about it that drew your attention. Something was enchanting about it that had you enthralled. Perhaps it was to blame for how you ended up so deeply entwined with the occult and the supernatural. White Magic, Black Magic, Grey Magic, etc. It didn’t matter where it came from or what it was, you were swayed to learn everything you could about it.

It was through that scholarly pursuit that your life changed upon your fifteenth birthday. To make a long story short, you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Coming from your job at Pizza Corner, actually named Noid’s Pizzeria, it was a quaint family restaurant and gaming center at the town square. You bore witness to a robbery at an exquisite monastery. You couldn’t precisely grasp the name of the person who was committing a crime. Said they were a doctor of sorts, whether that was believable or not was another story. Either way, you didn’t get a chance to question them.

No, what you got was a sweet taste of a near-death experience. The doctor didn’t want any witnesses to his master's crime, despite his overinflated ego. All it took was a single snap of the fingers, and the gesture of a gun from his fingertips to snuff the life out of you. A bolt of lightning was so quick that you didn’t have any time to react. Oh, curse your innate curiosity and good Samaritan you inherited from your police commissioner of a father. It didn’t seem fair to be lying at death’s door in the middle of a ditch. At the very least in your final moments, you managed to retain your purity.

con

>>5459079
Thankfully someone or something was listening to your last thoughts. A spark, divine in nature emerged from the book. Jumpstarting your still heart, flooding your once lifeless body with newfound divine vigor. Flashes of a council soon flooded your empty mind, five men to be in fact. What they had to say you find yourself having trouble recalling, which in your defense you were brain dead. Nevertheless, you were allowed to return to the land of the living. Without question you accepted, unaware that the fate you chose was not to be an easy one.

Again, you were validated in the fact you were killed unjustly and brimming with rage that reminded them of a certain embodiment of divine wrath and justice. Be that as it may, the council known as the Quintessence holds big plans for you and your grimoire. To which it did concern you, but at the time you were too blinded by your anger to think straightly. Still, it was mutually beneficial for all parties to invoke your revival. Therefore, almost as quickly as you “died, you rose to your feet fully restored a few days later.

Currently, it was under the rather unfortunate case of being encased in a coffin. So naturally, you ended up having a freakout at your circumstances. Unaware of your newfound strength as you shattered the coffin completely with your failing and thrashing. Atomize was perhaps a better term for it. Thankfully with your frantic lashing, it didn’t tear down the establishment you were held in. Although, it was perhaps a blessing you didn’t wake up six feet under with your little stunt. Would’ve surely woken up the dead.

Underneath the wreckage, you found your modest appearance had changed drastically. Snow white hair that was comparable with the finest of silk, alluring yet intense crimson eyes, smooth skin that was as silky as your hair. A musclebound yet shapely curvaceous body only found in Greek statues, clad with the finest padded leather skater dress with golden breastplates, bracers with pauldrons, jodhpurs, and riding boots. Even your height was different as you stood over six feet, far different from your modest five feet and four inches.

You were truly reborn anew, just as the wise men promised.

>Go after the man who "took" your life from you
>Try to find your family, they must be worried sick about you
>Escape from the manner and don't stop until you're somewhere completely isolated
>Try to get your bearings and think of a plan
>Write-In

>>5459104
This is for future setup in this quick flashback (a proper story to come into this will come in the future) but who do you first run into?

>Richard "Dick" Greyson
>Victor "Cyborg" Stone
>Garfield Mark "Beast Boy" Logan
>Kory "Koriand'r (Starfire)" Anders
>Rachel "Raven" Roth
>Mystery Choice
>Write-In

>>5459112
>Mystery Choice

>>5459112
>>Mystery Choice

>>5459153
>>5459159
Appreciated, but please vote on the other option >>5459104 as well plz.

>Try to get your bearings and think of a plan
>Mystery Choice

>>5459104
>Try to get your bearings and think of a plan

>>5459112
>>Richard "Dick" Greyson

Hello OP. Do you plan on returning (or redoing) the MHA quest someday ?

>>5459153
>Try to get your bearings and think of a plan
Sorry

>>5459104
>Think of a plan

Our death here is. . . an opportunity.

>The Phantom Stranger

>>5459112
>Try to find your family, they must be worried sick about you
>Richard "Dick" Greyson

>>5459112
>Try to get your bearings and think of a plan
>Mystery Choice
Wow, this came back? So which villain are we going to inflict mental trauma to first?

>>5459391
Can't really say. I want it to end first before taking apart what works and throwing away what doesn't. I like how it ultimately confirms singularity and how I've handled it. But there are a lot of things that irk me.

>>5459490
You tell me. The world is your oyster.

>>5459490
>>5459153
>>5459159
>>5459222
>>5459306
>>5459395
>>5459453
>>5459471
>Try to get your bearings and think of a plan
>Mystery Choice (Unlocked)
The Person of Mystery is Princess of Markovia (Terra) & Antithesis. Writing

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>>5459503
Intrusive thoughts alongside ruminating ones began to flood your mental scape, almost to the point of deluging your mind’s metaverse. There was so much for you to unpack that you didn’t know where to begin, it was giving you sensory overload. How did you come back from the dead? Did you really die at all? Why are you so caked up with muscle that you could be mistaken for an Amazonian woman, Valkyrie, or some other form of Virago? So many questions, and so little time.

Before you lose yourself in being forcibly immersed by overthinking, you instinctively slapped yourself in the face. Stopping yourself from going into shock and ultimately hyperventilating with such dyspnea. That strong jolt from your face was enough to snap you to your senses, albeit it also left you wanting to scream to high hell from the pain. At least, you think it was painful, but upon pressing against your cheeks there was a dull sensation. It still hurt but not as much as you thought it would be with your emotional strength.

“Just what is going on...” You muttered, cringing your face into distress over this uncertainty. Looking around your surroundings, you find yourself discovering a large mirror sitting in the corner. Slowly but steadily prompting yourself off the ground, careful not to exert enough force to cause you to fall through the foundation and end up who knows elsewhere.

Making yourself walk towards the mirror you begin to look closely at yourself. Sensing and seeing were two completely different things as you come to understand. You could see the curvature of your body and its outlines through an augmented form of kinesthesia and proprioception. Which was freaky in itself since it felt akin to ESP or extrasensory perception. Still, seeing up close through your eyes did you notice just how sinuous and statuesque you truly are? Almost God-like.

“Is this really me?” You ponder, poking at your soft, rosy cheeks and stroking at your smooth skin. Curling up your plump, pinkish lips together alerted you to how pronounced if not pillowy they are. Something that you could feel permeated throughout your whole body with its toned physique and definitions. To be so lissome yet stocky was quite the paradoxical conundrum. Yet you couldn’t look away, going as far as to caress and fondle as you explore.

“I heard about late puberty, but this is ridiculous.” You curtly remark, still flabbergasted but feeling a sense of jubilation over your features. Before things went too far, your mind swiftly recoiled itself back to the task at hand. Almost giving you mood whiplash as you drop to the floor.

CON

>>5459550
“Alright, take a deep breath. Breathe in... breath out.” Closing your eyes, you begin to repeat the mantra of Qigong as you mentally prepare yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could feel your chest heave, swelling up as it went up a cup or two. Just the motion of breathing was quite alarming to you. You weren’t sure how, but you feel like you could intake massive quantities of air without issue.


Taking account of your previous display of strength, you subconsciously reign in your exhale. It was just enough that the small stream of oxygen and vapor merely danced around your surroundings. Hold on, since when could you do something like this? Not only that, but when did you learn how to perceive multiple different sensory or cognitive responses at once? At this moment you could taste from a distance, smell colors, hear emotions, and see "see" odors or perceive soundwaves as colorful lights.

From what you know you were describing Synesthesia, Clairgustance, and even Clairsentience. By all accounts that shouldn’t be possible, you never once displayed any of these in your past life. The closest you ever showed was having proper kinesthetic in tandem with needing glasses. Neither it nor proprioception was on the level that you were currently displaying. It was all too freaky if not overwhelming, to be honest. And yet, you couldn’t let it distract you. You wasted enough time as it is.

Therefore, you start to power through these heightened sensations. Not letting yourself lose your sense of self by such hypersensitivity. It would take some additional breathing, but you would start to make strides in isolating what your senses told you. Keeping yourself diligent enough to retain awareness of your surroundings. Slowly but steadily returning to a normal human's level of perception.

Driven solely by your intuition and resolve, you find yourself fully reaching mediative clarity. Once you find your groove, you begin to let yourself think. Drown out all the distractions, letting your inner thoughts circulate without impediment. Achieving all of this began to help you focus on what was important. Even tempering the festering rage that persists deep within your soul. Now with the utmost confidence, you were ready to start brainstorming.

[I]Alright let’s go through with what I know so far. Okay, first off, I was walking home, met this weird in black spandex, got shot in the heart by some beam, wound up in enclosed surroundings with five old men, and next ended up in a coffin looking like some demi-human goddess or something. Yeah, that sounds about right. [/i] Perusing around what you currently know, things begin to make more sense as you recall their faces. Zeus, Ganthet, Mamaragan, Highfather, and Phantom Stranger. That was what you could pull out from your wellspring of knowledge for the time being.

CON

>>5459569
Deep down you knew if you gave yourself more time you could recall your conversation with them fully. Of course, time was the issue since indeed your thrashing would alert someone of your presence. So, with that, you quickly laser-focused your attention on a plan, now fully getting your bearings in order. If this truly wasn’t a dream then not only did you come back from the dead, but you were bestowed superpowers albeit in some sort of “Blood of Christ” fashion, but more on that facet later.

For now, all you could intake is that your new body has some sort of superhuman conditioning. The full extent of its faculties, however, you didn’t know, but it almost felt endless. Again, you couldn’t prove the hypothesis as truth, it was just your woman’s intuition taking stock of your current form. Part of you wanted to test it fully, flaunt your gifts and throw your weight around. But again, there were more pressing issues, so that would have to wait. The real problem is trying to figure out your new goals.

Let’s say that you were put back on this earth for a special purpose. That you made some deal or signed an agreement with the ones who call themselves Quintessence. How or what sort of purpose was it? How would you achieve it? Where would you even start? The more you thought about it, the more pressing questions came flooding in. Alas, you had to put a pin towards all of it. The only probable answer is to look at your grimoire for clues, provided you even still have it. A quick check around the waist of your leather corset dress confirmed what you already knew. You do not have it.

>Try to sense where the Grimoire is and head towards its location.
>Escape from the manner and look for a place to "test out" your new abilities.
>Trust your instincts to lead you down the right path.
>Head back home to look for your family, they must be worried sick.
>Try to find the one who did this to you and enact your revenge
>Write-in

>>5459573
>>Head back home to look for your family, they must be worried sick.

>>5459573
>Try and find our Grimoire.

Revert to the knowledge of the ancients.

>>5459573
>Trust your instincts to lead you down the right path.

>>5459573
>>Head back home to look for your family, they must be worried sick.

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>>5459579
“For crying out loud.” You groan, pinching the side of your brows in annoyance. It was to come without any surprise that your body wouldn’t have the grimoire with you. After all, you previously awaken from a coffin. Clearly whoever prepared you must have long since given your belongings back to your family. Or someone could have pilfered your stuff, that was always a possibility. The dead won’t be needing it where they were going after all. Doesn’t change how disrespectful it was.

Placing your hands against your wide hips, puffing up your chest brazenly as you huffed. Letting out an annoyed sigh, possibly exaggerated at this point, you merely tilt your head to the ceiling. You are thinking back on what is currently most important. Sure, losing your family heirloom along with your tech most certainly stung. But you could look past that when you remember just how your family must feel. The guilt was coming down like a raging torrential flood. Recovering your stuff will have to wait.

With that, you proceed to leave your current location. Not with a speeding stride or over-the-top dynamic exit, but with a restrain if not swagging trot. Bouncing with such buoyancy, you were once again reminded of your newly equipped assets. Sure, your natural ones were perky and firm, but they pale in comparison to the pneumatic volume and mass you now carried. Bobbing and weaving with such vavoom, it practically left you redder than a tomato. These burgeoning features were mocking you.

Putting that aside, you quickly made your way out of the room, making sure not to leave a trace outside of the splinted coffin. From up the stairs and down the hall, you poised yourself to be as inconspicuous as possible. Silent as a mouse, yet just as quick. You weren’t sure if you were in some sort of funeral home, morgue, or even mausoleum. But your curiosity wasn’t going to sway you from exiting the door. Thankfully, it was as easy as you were making it out to be.

Upon reaching the entrance did you quietly pull the knob, twisting it opening while avoiding tripping any security systems. Slowly but surely, you opened the door, just enough to slip through the cracks, despite your full-figured, big-boned body making it harder than it honestly should be. Once on the other side you close the door and begin to walk. Step by step, continuing your trot as your hips swayed side to side in a rather boisterous swagger. Only upon putting enough distance did you finally run from the facilities.

CON

>>5459717
>>5459942
The simple exertion of a single step was enough to send you flying high into the air. Leaping tall buildings in a single bound was not something you could do previously. Again, it was rather worrying, but at the same time, it was incredibly exhilarating. What’s next? Being faster than a speeding bullet or more powerful than a locomotive? Given your track record, both of these wouldn’t be far from the truth. Still, you couldn’t let yourself get distracted...not that there was any need for an alarm.

With a stumble upon landing on top of a large building, your body quickly aligned itself to take another impressive leap. And so, you began to trek through the metropolitan city block of Jump City, bouncing around without a single care. Anyone lucky enough to catch you could see those free-flowing yet fluid motions. Easily comparing yourself to some Tanzanian jungle woman swinging around on vines or sliding down tree branches like she was surfing.

Only in your case were you traversing the concrete jungle with well-timed bouncing, hopping, and jumping. Occasionally sliding through rails, swinging from poles, and other impressive feats of agility and maneuverability. You weren’t sure how you were doing any of these acrobatics and/or athletics. While far from a school cheerleader, you weren’t an inactive slouch like your nerdy disposition would lead one to presume. Yet these moves far exceeded anything you could do at your A-Game. And to do them so casually too...

It was honestly exhilarating beyond words. But as you find yourself enjoying moving so swimmingly in the air, you find yourself reaching a sudden issue. With how fast you were going, you were about to make it to your house in no time. Truthfully you were letting your body move on its own, trusting your instincts to carry you over. But could you stop yourself from crashing into your cozy house? And worse yet, should you even appear to them like this? Would they even recognize you?

How do you proceed?
>Grab the nearest thing to suddenly stop your momentum
>Try to kick the air to double jump and avoid crashing
>Exert powerful force in the opposite direction to cancel out your momentum
>Try to alter your trajectory to the best of your ability.
>Trust your instincts?
>Write-in

And what do you do once afterward
>Look for your family from afar and check on their current condition
>Run up to them and try to convenience them its you
>Avoid making contact and merely search for your stuff
>Write-In

>>5459947
>>Exert powerful force in the opposite direction to cancel out your momentum
>>Look for your family from afar and check on their current condition
try to figure out how much time has passe, people don't just go from being shot to being in coffins quickly, there's usually some time in between. But then just go knock on the door and try to explain it. It's a family heirloom thing, maybe our parents are already familiar with some real supernatural stuff

>>5459947
>Exert powerful force in the opposite direction to cancel out your momentum
>Look for your family from afar and check on their current condition

>>5459947
>Trust your instincts?
>Run up to them and try to convenience them its you

>>5459947
>Trust your instincts?
>Look for your family from afar and check on their current condition

>>5459947
>>Trust your instincts?
>>Look for your family from afar and check on their current condition

>>5460081
>>5460406
>>5460495
>>5460535
Going to be doing a mix of these, so give me 3d100

Rolled 74, 32, 89 = 195 (3d100)

>>5460560
(I'm rolling for this if my ID has changed >>5460081 )

Rolled 56, 81, 61 = 198 (3d100)

>>5460560

Rolled 56, 73, 79 = 208 (3d100)

>>5460560

>>5460563
>>5461067
>>5461075
Good enough to make the save with flying colors. Clearly, you're a natural-born super. Writing. Will try incorporating some of >>5460081 So let me know ahead if you
>Choose to talk with your family and try to convenience them its you.
>Don't trouble them with this until you get your grimiore back.
>Leave for now. It's not the right time to reveal yourself to them. It's far too dangerous.

>>5461098
As you think things through, a pressing issue was soon coming your way. Glancing sharply with your heightened sight, you were able to make out your two stories house. Before you had time to be sentimental at arriving at your home, your mind quickly registered the pressing problem. First, you tilt your head to your left, then to the right, before finally looking forward. In that single instance, your face flinched with apprehension. Suddenly it dawns upon you fully the folly of your actions.

Based upon your current trajectory, you were going to come crashing down onto your house. With the speed that you were currently traveling, it would be the same as a speeding truck. No, it might even be worse given your stocky, yet slender frame meant that the impact would be more concentrated rather than spread out. The house might be able to survive, but the concussion force from your delivery would all but certainly put your family in mortal peril.

Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit! Those were the words that constantly permeated repeatedly in your mind. Just moments ago, you were having an existential crisis over your appearance and supposed death. So much in fact that not once in your sprint and aerial parkour did you think about an actual landing strategy. Granted, the jubilation you felt before having your little existential dread didn’t help you alert you to this oncoming predicament. Talk about being scatterbrained.

Again, you couldn’t fault yourself over this, especially since it's not every day you wound up cheating death. In addition, having a peak human condition if not an ubermensch body to boot was quite the boom. In a world where metahumans exist and thrive in various forms and shapes, it was only natural that you would be swept up in the fantasy. Too bad that unlike in comic books, things like wanton destruction can’t be handwaved with the wave of a hand.

From your estimate, you had about a couple of mins at best to alter your flight path, or preferably stop yourself altogether before colliding with your house. There was no room for error, and no place to experiment till you find a solution. The situation called for quick thinking and problem-solving skills. Thus, your mind began to fervidly wrack itself over a solution. Pushing those six senses of yours to new heights, sharpening them to achieve some form of time compression/bullet time.

Achieving this was no simple feat, especially with how previously overwhelmed you were by those newfound heightened senses. Even so, you had no choice but to bet on it, even if it amounted to just a few additional seconds or worse a mere fraction of a second. Furrowing your brow while focusing your gaze sharply, you quickly emboldened your senses towards that goal. Drawing as much focus and concertation you can muster as your mind went into overtime for an answer.

>>5461242
Thankfully, it would come to just that as your body suddenly orientate itself into a crouching pose. What would feel like an eternity would only be about half a minute if not several. Effectively giving your brain breathing room to think clearly and make decisive choices. Although, you were going to feel a migraine coming later from all this critical thinking and parallel processing. But that was a problem for future you to deal with, that and it was a small price to pay over trashing your childhood home.

“If I want to stop myself...then I need to exert at least an equal or greater amount of force.” Clinching your leg muscles tightly to the point of bulging outwards, your contracting muscles were now on standby as you braced yourself for what was to come. Adjusting yourself accordingly with enough wiggle room for error, you aimed at the sky. The concussive force you were going to unleash had to be redirected away from the surrounding area. For obvious reasons.

Relying entirely on your heightened balance and coordination senses, you thrust your burgeoning legs upwards posthaste. Releasing yourself from your curling, those proud legs of yours sprung fiercely, much like that of a shock-absorbing spring. The kinetic energy and force emitted from your legs gave way to making a powerful shockwave. Not quite that of a sonic boom in terms of devastation, mostly out of your subconscious self-control, but it still operated the same in every other aspect.

Not only did your kick manage to stop you from colliding with your house. But it also propelled you in the opposite direction with extreme speed. Bracing yourself with your arms, you gently move them forward to further alter your trajectory and velocity. In one swift move, you found yourself bouncing through several walls and fences. Leaving only a gentle print as each bounce only distributed a fixed amount of force and energy. Thankfully not enough to shatter upon impact or cause lasting damage.

Soon enough with your last bounce you finally touched the ground. Instinctively slamming your hands against the pavement to propel yourself upwards. Just enough to perform a flip as you land on the sidewalk. After such a display it was only natural that you ended up dropping momentarily to your knees. Taking excessive breaths as they were shallow and quickened, your mind racing wildly over what you just did. At this point, you broke into a cold sweat, once again discombobulated by your feats.

“Okay, it's official...I’m a goddamn monster. Freak of nature is one thing, but this is just absurd.” You pant, wiping the sweat from your face as you try to catch your breath. Looking around your surroundings you see that you were just within walking distance of your house. Thankfully your little stunt didn’t alert anyone, not that you wanted to test that theory.

CON

>>5461246
With that you resume walking, quickly closing the distance promptly. Looking at your house filled you with a sense of melancholy. You were so close; all it would take is just to open the door and run into the arms of your loving family. To meet with your parents, to adore your little brother and sister, to be in the presence of your grandmother. How you would give anything to return to them and let them know that you were alright. It was maddening as it was tragic.

Gripping tightly against your arm, your face twists into a painful, sorrowful expression. Reality once again is the lifeline keeping you from immersing yourself in blissful fantasy. There was no way that any of your family members was going to believe that a six-to-seven-foot Amazonian-like warrior was their precious Sarena. It was just ludicrous to think an outcome would be waiting for you. But even knowing this, you couldn’t help but yearn for that possibility to come true.

So, with a heavy heart, you refrain from opening the door as you stood near it. Instead, you chose to scour the property, making sure not to alert anyone to your presence. Knowing this place like the back of your hand meant that you didn’t have to try mapping out the location. A simple climb from the local tree to your window was all that it took. But you opted for entering through the chimney. Less likely to trigger your security system than trying to pry open your window.

So, with a single leap, you casually made your way onto the rooftop. Landed right next to the chimney, almost as if it was planned. Gently dusting the area off of any debris, you proceed to swoosh right into the chimney. For all your full-figured body gave you, it was surprisingly loose-limbed. You weren’t sure how, but you were having no trouble squeezing through. That is until it came getting your butt through as you were abruptly stopped midway.

“..Seriously?!” You bemoaned, rocking back and forth until you squeezed through. Soon enough your legs pulled through, as did the rest of you as you climbed down the shaft. In no time you make your way to the bottom of the pit. Thanking your lucky stars that the compartment was open. Kicking it down would most certainly be possible but it would cause too much attention.

After holstering yourself out of the chimney, you begin to sneak through the house. From what you can tell from a glance your family most certainly was here. Well, most of them. No doubt your father was probably at the station trying to keep his mind focused on his duty. Anything to dull the dreadfulness of having lost his firstborn. You couldn’t blame him. He couldn’t let himself fall apart and crawl into a corner for the rest of his days. Jump City needed their commissioner after all.

CON

>>5461248
Slowly maneuvering through the halls and the doors, you would see that the house was mostly how you last saw it. Nothing too out of the ordinary from what you can tell. All except there was a shrine near the front door. A single picture surrounded by all the assorted tools and ceremonial objects necessary for the morning. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that the one in the picture was you. Specifically taken from one of your fonder moments, but that was beside the point.

Gazing at it for a good while, you immediately shook your head. You couldn’t let yourself freeze up and break down like this. So, with that, you pulled yourself away from the shrine and resumed your search as you silently looked through your surroundings. As you continue to partake in your sleuthing, you would come across a digital Calander. Judging from the date, you could tell that it has been a week, practically two in fact, since that faithful day.

Your sense of perception was especially warped as you had thought it was a few days at best. There was no other way to perceive it. You truly had died and came back to life.

-Paused-

Still waiting for votes for >>5461098 but let's add one more thing to decide.

>Try to find and retrieve the grimoire
>Look for the man who killed you and get your vengeance
>Find a place to hide for the time being as you try to recall anything of importance
>Head to a secluded location and begin "experimenting" with what you can and can't do
> Seak out anyone who could help you with your current circumstances.
>Leave it to fate to decide your next course of action and trust your instincts
>Write-In

>>5461262
>>Try to find and retrieve the grimoire

>>5461262
>>Try to find and retrieve the grimoire

>>5461262
>>Try to find and retrieve the grimoire
>>5461098
>Don't trouble them with this until you get your grimiore back.

>>5461098
>>Don't trouble them with this until you get your grimiore back.

>>5461262
>>Try to find and retrieve the grimoire

>>5461262
>Try to find and retrieve the grimoire
>>5461098
>Don't trouble them with this until you get your grimiore back.
I don't want to be the hero that gives up personal happiness and forgo personal relationships for herowork.
If we don't find it today, maybe walz on into the station tomorrow, talk (as a hero) with the comissioner about the grimoire and that the soul of his daughter might still be in this world.
First we need to come up with a proper hero persona though, and maybe look inwards to find out more about how and why we even exist like that.

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Rolled 12, 30, 5, 90 = 137 (4d100)

>>5461748
>>5461286
>>5461748
>>5461916
>>5461950
>>5461994
Alright, we have our answer. Also, unnecessary but I would appreciate you guys giving me a simple 3d100 (would be 2d100 in your depowered form for the record.). It's for something else that's relevant.

Rolled 92, 63, 10 = 165 (3d100)

>>5462032
super sneak roll

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>>5462032
Soon your heightened senses would finally break through the wall that you shrouded yourself with. Alerting you to the various feelings and lingering thoughts that permeated the house. It was the synesthesia once again giving you clarity, almost acting on impulse. You could empathize with the emotions around you. Seeing the colors and their aromas as each of them starts to flow around you. Circling in a gentle tempest that blends to make a multicolor aurora as you take it all in.

The imagery of your family starts to appear, becoming more solid and detailed the stronger your visualization becomes. First a rather tall and rugged man with a will groom stashed, wearing his trademark trench coat, often resembling that of Dick Tracy. The second was a mature woman radiating with a quiet intensity of motherly charm. A real beauty untouched by time with long, wavey locks, a well-rounded physique cladded in a sun dress, and gentle yet firm eyes that put your heart and soul at ease.

Following that was a pair of kids, looking no older than eight to ten years old. One was a boy named Aaron who unlike his dad with his straight hair had wavy, voluminous hair. It was shaggy but not curly, resembling that of a surfer as he had skater attire. As for the girl she was named Ariella, she was voluminous just like her twin, she was far silkier and straight-lace. Resembling a miniature Rapunzel with manageable very long hair.

Even the pet cat Salem was within view, lounging around as he licked his velvety black fur. You had him since you were seven, so he was middle-aged in cat years but still active and adventurous like the day you met him. Last but certainly not least there was your grandma Annette Franklin Rosenberger or Anne for short. Mother of your father Daniel, and mother-in-law to your mom Sabrina. She was the matriarch of the family. Yet despite being tough yet fair, she held a heart of gold and was a pillar of wisdom.

It was all so clear and concise, almost like you were right there at that very moment. No, it would be more accurate to say you were watching a simulation of those events. As such you were left to see close hand how they were taking the news of your demise. Disbelief, distraught, panic, fraught, shattered, and so much more. Seeing them react so vehemently over your demise only made it more painful for you. You didn’t have any doubts before, but this proved to you just how deeply heartbroken your family was over what has happened.

Shaken with a whirlwind of different emotions, your eyes begin to suddenly change. Sorrow, grief, dismal, a whole cornucopia of clashing lugubrious emotions. All of this blend to make a cacophony of morose disparity. You couldn’t bring yourself to be a smidge of melancholy. You didn’t want to die, you didn’t want to trouble your family, you didn’t want any of these. All you ever wanted was just to learn and uncover the secrets locked within your family’s heirloom.

CON

>>5462093
Before you were completely enveloped and overtaken by your emotions, you would suddenly pick up on some sounds. Someone was coming. Quickly you jettison yourself to the second floor, carefully exerting enough strength to gently reach the ceiling. Catching yourself with your hands, lightly bonking your head but only letting out a silent yelp. Looking down from your hiding spot, you would see that it was your grandma. She was accompanied by your cat, having previously walked from the garden.

Moving quickly, you maneuvered out of her sight, shimming your way to your room. Having seen how distraught your family was made it all the harder for you to approach them. You didn’t know a single thing to say to ease their troubles and convivence them that it was you. Honestly, there were a lot of things you didn’t know about your current form. The only clue you had was perhaps the grimoire. Call it a gut feeling or a woman’s intuition, but it was the only lead you had now.

In no time you made it back to your room without alerting anyone. Just as you left it, the room was almost untouched. Rather unsurprisingly given the roller-coaster of emotions your family was going through. You could only deduce that it was considered off-limits, for obvious reasons. Thus, with the utmost care, you start scrounging around to find your grimoire. Checking every nook and cranny imaginable as you try to uncover where on earth your grimoire is.

Checking through all sorts of hiding spots and storage, you were met with failure and failure. On the one hand, you managed to find your laptop, judging from the prints it was previously stored in the crime lab down at the station. However, try as you may, you won’t find a trace of your family’s heirloom in your room. Not for a lack of trying mind you, but as you kept searching it became more and more apparent that it wasn’t anywhere.

Feeling rather frustrated, you start to grip your hands tight, exerting incredible force as you break through the skin. Followed by biting your plush, pillowy lips as you felt their succulent suppleness giving way to your elongated canines. Both your hands and lip began to spill blood, leaking down onto the floor in a fluid yet vivid fashion. The emotions welling up inside only further intensified as your face turned pale, almost blue with dreadful desolation. It just wouldn’t stop.

Once again you found yourself hitting a brick wall, practically forced back to start from the beginning. Not, perhaps worse as you now fully understood the severity of the situation. The more you grieved over it, the angrier you became in tandem. Angry at yourself for dying so flippantly, angry at the person who took your life, and just angry at general. It was too hard to bear as you were reaching your limit. Something in you was about to snap as a well of emotions flared up like a balloon.

CON

>>5462101
Hands twitching violently with fury before clinching into a fist. On the drop of your hat, your dominant hand impulsively cocks forwards toward the wall. Ready to give a hard straight punch to lash out, face twisting to that a more rageful if not demonic expression. Before it would get the chance, however, your free hand instinctively moved to catch your punch. Taking the full brunt of the attack as you almost slammed your hand against the wall. Stopping yourself by just a hair’s breadth from doing something you shouldn’t.

In your current state, the force of your blow would’ve shattered the entire wall had you not stopped yourself. Anxiety and frustration were negatively impacting you. Easily disrupts your groove and keeps you from thinking clearly as the guilt continues to plague your heart and soul. Gradually pushing you further down your breaking point as you ultimately tried to scan the entire house for it. Even with your acute senses, you wouldn’t find a trace or a clue. Yet something more pressing soon came to your attention.

In your brief moment of outburst and frantic searching, you would start to hear people coming. Despite slamming your hand against the wall, your body did let out an intense aura. It was only for a moment, but that was enough to alert everyone in the house to your presence. The fact it was so clearly visible despite no one in your family (supposedly) not having any semblance of magical or mystical aptitude. Only goes to show you just how vividly and explosively powerful your radiance was as blood continues to spill.

Looking to your side to see a powerful vision known as an aureole only further confirms just how strong your life energy and quintessence were. Sensing that you more or less compromised your search, you proceed to bolt towards the window. In one swift motion, you forcibly open the window, grabbing your bag containing your laptop and its gear before hopping out. Quickly dropping to the ground as you start dashing into the backyard. Not having enough time to close the window behind you prior.

Before you collided with the fence you made another jump, briskly soaring into the air as you disappeared. Leaving your mother and grandma to see the messy room and an open window is the only indication. That and the powerful residue that continues to permeate your room. Effectively making it some sort of goldmine for ghost hunters and paranormal investigators to sleuth. Doubly so thanks to the countless drops of blood still left in your room.

CON

Rolled 33, 38, 54 = 125 (3d100)

>>5462032

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>>5462107
Since it was divine, it also repelled any ill-will or malicious intent, regardless of if it was magical, mystical, or any other form of paranormal/supernatural. Not that you would know this as you were too busy putting as much distance from you and your house as possible. Still leaving a trail of blood from your wounded hands and lips with each step you took. Only once you were sure that you made enough distance did you finally stop yourself from running further.

Kneeling to your knees you frantically try to catch your breath. Your emotions still run haywire as your eyes intensify further with those serpentine-like traits. Pupils practically slit, showing a strong indication of berserker fury as your rage was blinding you. “Damn it, damn it, Damn it!” You screamed, slamming your fist against the rocky terrain. Each punch was making a bigger crater than the last.

Only after you threw enough punches to briefly sedate your righteous anger, did you finally stop lashing out further. You were far from being satiated, but at the very least you were able to hold some semblance of rationale. In your moment of calmness, you would turn to look at your hands. Specifically, the blood that was dripping constantly from them. It was a precious flow of crimson, but upon meeting with the ground it started to change colors.

Red, blue, yellow, and so many other colors began to form from those droplets. In addition, those same droplets start to display runic signs. The very same signs that you remember reading from the grimoire. As you observe this mysterious phenomenon take place, your eyes begin to glow a bright blue hue. From your back runic markings begin to form. Imbuing you with religious symbols through the act of supernaturally tattooing your body. From this, you abruptly went into a trance.

“Blood is the mother of qi/ki, the key elements of the human body, and the source of energy for one’s life to form yet also flourish. For the blood is the currency of the soul, the vehicle of life. Blood is the medium through which life can be transferred. It is the very essence of a creature. To drain someone of their blood is to absorb their soul out of them. To give blood as a sacrifice is to purify the sins of one or another. It is a gift from the waters of life which sustains one’s existence just as it gives birth to it. Thus, the blood you spill grants opportunity and change. New possibilities are born from such purity.”

As you spoke those words, still deep within a trance, runic markings begin to spread from your back to your arm and torso. Stopping around from both your collarbone and pelvis region. Three big markings formed around your back, symbolizing the Holy Trinity from above. The father, the son, and the holy spirit are all unified within the Kabbalah. Doubling as a reminder of the connection between mind, body, and soul. A sense of wholeness permeates you as you feel fullness like no other.

>>5462141
“No more than three at a time can be applied. Thirty-three colors to maintain perfect harmony and synergy with the holy trinity and the source. All-encompassing and everlasting, that is the plethora of quintessence that stems from the cosmic waters. Say the words to empower yourself and/or extinguish the power for the time being. “You muttered, still speaking with a divine-like force as you continue your trance. Before you could speak the name, the imagery of the grimoire came into view.

When the light of the divine finally disappeared, you find your lips curling up into a smile. The wounds on your body have fully healed, leaving an assortment of different flasks or beakers holding thirty-three colors precisely. Each one has a different label, written in the same style as the runes that were found in the grimoire. All packed together in some mystified champion’s belt, holding the trinity symbol that was found on your back. It was all becoming clear.

“Pleroma.”

Flashback Introduction Ended

>Training with your 33 Different Flasks while preparing your hero identity for your inevitable meeting with the Commission (Couple of Weeks)
>Finding the Girmiore as it's currently in the hands of another..in Gotham City (One Month)
>Heading towards Markovia by the will of Quinessence to meet with your fated one (Couple of Months).
>Fast Forward to the Alien Invasion (Six Months, Origin of TT)
>Mystery Choice (???)
>Write-In

PS: Keep rolling for >>5462032

>>5462162
>Find our Tome
Yeah, the training is cool and all, and meeting with the commissioner is important character wise, but I honestly can't bring myself to care.

Lets find our book's trail and continue.

Rolled 81, 95, 77 = 253 (3d100)

>>5462032

>>5462162
>>Finding the Girmiore as it's currently in the hands of another..in Gotham City (One Month)

>>5462162
>>Training with your 33 Different Flasks while preparing your hero identity for your inevitable meeting with the Commission (Couple of Weeks)

Rolled 2, 38, 24 = 64 (3d100)

>>5462141
>>Mystery Choice (???)

Rolled 35, 73, 95 = 203 (3d100)

>>5462162
>>Finding the Girmiore as it's currently in the hands of another..in Gotham City (One Month)

Gonna post the 33 Colors just so everyone is on the same page. Note that these are susceptible to change at any point in time based on certain factors, including feedback (within reason).


1.Red: Superhuman Booster (Further enhances physical capabilities to massive [monstrous/extreme if focused singularly] degrees)

2.Green: Flight & Buoyancy Manipulation

3.Yellow: Plasma Manipulation

4.Purple: Invulnerability

5.Orange: Pyrokinesis (Fire, heat, etc.)

6/Light Blue: Cryokinesis (Ice, cold, etc.)

7.Magenta: Telekinesis

8.Indigo: Restoration (Healing, Regeneration, Purification, etc.)

9.Tan: Mimicry (Powers, Appearance, etc.)

10.Gold: Teleportation

11.Pink: Sonokinesis (Sound & Vibrations)

12.Teal: Morphamerge (Merging/Possession + Transmutation)

13.Lime Green: Elasticity & Elastic Energ

14.Yellow Green: Size/Volume Manipulation

15.Yellow Orange: Density Manipulation

16.Salmon: Emotion Control/Advanced Empathy

17.Blue/Aqua: Liquiduskinesis (Water, Blood, etc.)

18:Dandelion: Light Force Manipulation

19:Brown: Duplication

20:Violet/Light Purple: Shapeshifting

21:Dark Green: Chlorokinesis

22:Maghogany: Reactive/Environmental Adaptation

23:Gray: Absorption & Expulsion

24:Chestnut: Clairvoyance & Extrasensory Perception

25:Bluish Purple: Kinetic Energy Manipulation (includes Absorption, Storage, and Redistribution)

26:Black: Dark Force Manipulation

27:Goldenrod: Electrokinesis

28:Lavander: Power Nullification

29:Silver: Technopathy

30:Peach: Flyrokinesis (Force Field/Barrier Manipulation)

31:Neon Green: Telepathy Manipulation

32:Scarlet: Illusion Manipulation

33:White: Ghosting/Astrakinesis

>>5459493
>But there are a lot of things that irk me.
which things ?

>>5462389
To put it short I don't like how Hori is handling MHA. Especially during and since the war arc. There was stuff I had to stomach before with the Yakuza and Joint Training arc but the aftermath of the war to the final battle broke my limit for tolerance.

>>5462162
>>Fast Forward to the Alien Invasion (Six Months, Origin of TT)

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Rolled 92, 100, 69, 9, 44, 30, 76, 31, 31, 69, 2, 39 = 592 (12d100)

>>5462178
>>5462169
>>5462351
>>5462273
>>5462138
>>5462046
Looks like we're continuing the quest for the Grimoire. If nothing else it's consistent and laser-focused. Meanwhile, I'll roll for how the time till that point was best uttlized.

>>5462407
I dropped it shortly after that one villain arc (the one where Twice died).
MHA got real fucky/annoying after Izuku ended up getting more quirks than he needed.

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>>5462700
>Nat 100
>Double 69
>Dubs 31
>2
Funny how things change yet some remain the same. Like cultivating the power of Idolatry through such feats as E-Thoting and Gym Bunnying among others.

>>5462407
Oh, I thought it was things in your quest. But I understand you putting it in the fridge while things happen in the canon manga.

>>5462700
Note: This is something a little extra I wanted to cook up based on the rolls here. While not a full introspective info dump (since I'm saving the option for an actual flashback session for the future), it's still a good rough assessment of the month. The main post about being in Gotham is coming.

How long was a month? Twenty-eight to thirty-one days? Or rounded down to four and a half weeks depending on the month itself. Nobody with sense would bother trying to calculate the period for a month through concepts like minutes, seconds, or even hours. None of that matters in the grand scheme of things. In the end, it was a lot of time for countless things to happen. For you, it was no different, and yet it was also marked as the starting point for your new life.

While you haven’t given up reuniting with your family and reclaiming your happiness and relationships. You had to admit that as you are now it would be next to impossible. Not without some amazing magical spell or supernatural power. Sure, now that you know the magic phrase to change you back to your old self and likewise back to your anthropomorphic demi-human self. But a lot that did you any good since publicly you’re dead.

So, the thought of telling people you’re Adam Kadmon was something you considered. At the same time, you know that alone wasn’t going to remedy it. At least, not as you are now anyway. There would be too much panic if you merely reverted to your original form and tried to convivence people you weren’t dead. Hard to shake the notion when there were too many facts backing it up. Even if we live in a world where supers are real, there had to still be some grounded logic or suspension of disbelief.

More importantly, you didn’t want to drag anyone down with you. Even you have seen all the typical trappings that came from having superpowers. Bad guys learn of your double life, use them as your kryptonite, and attempt to take you down or inflict tragedy on you. There was no way that you were going to openly invite such dangers. Your family has it hard enough as it is with your police commissioner's father. Being a burden was just simply not an option.

Therefore, before anything you were set on retrieving your grimoire. Clearly, with the magic and mystical powers resonating within the parchment pages, there was some sort of spell or invocation inside that could help you. Maybe a memory alteration spell, or some sort of reality-bending hex where you could at least cover up your “death” and turn it into something more manageable. Like being labeled missing or something. You were mostly splitting hairs, but what other option did you have?

>>5463107
In the past month, you spent your time wisely honing your skills, acquiring a new place to live, and steadily building up your rep as a future superheroine through crimefighting. Now you knew that jumping in haphazardly, much less half-assed would surely spell doom for you. This isn’t a kid’s game where even if you fail there will be no lasting consequences. After all, you weren't sure if Quintessence has your back fully or if you were only allowed just one “revival”.

Nevertheless, in the month you managed to learn a lot of things, as well as make all the necessary checklists for preparation. Such as learning precisely how your powers work. On your own, you hold the aptitude and prowess of Adam Kadmon, otherwise known as the primordial man. It wasn’t just raw power or latent ability, things like skills and techniques were also inherited as you came to understand. You are after all the embodiment of the divine light without vessels, i.e., pure potential.

At default, your mind and body operate at the maximum limits of human conditions, if not exceeding those realms when pushing even further beyond. Which you did so during training, perhaps far more than you ever intended. Not only did you open the upper echelon of your powers, thus truly obtaining a superwoman condition, but your original body was altered heavily as well. Becoming essentially the peak of ubermensch even in your “civilian state” as you hit your stride.

Training in your original body naturally carried over in your anthropomorphic, demi-human body. When thinking about it there shouldn’t have been any reason why that wouldn’t be the truth. You just never thought such simple logic would be true. Of course, it didn’t help that you were thorough in your training and experimentation. So much in fact that it was only natural that your body managed to retain the divine spark in all of its extremities and suffused in constant flux.

All thanks to what you dubbed as your Rainbow Elixir in addition to rigorous, arduous training and conditioning. Each one of the sacred thirty-three flasks of color held a superpower within themselves. Some were very basic like making yourself stronger, while others were a bit more esoteric if not otherworldly. Such as commanding the elements or growing to titanic levels. To say you were overwhelmed by this discovery was an understatement.

Who ever heard of a superhero with power granting blood as their primary vehicle? Naturally, you took to applying every single one you could in a multitude of different combinations. At some point, you ended up learning the hard way that you could only use three colors at a time. Any more would trigger negative feedback and drive the divine spark to go haywire. Shocking you via electrocution before canceling the powers and temporally depowering you for a time.

>>5463112
Super Strength, Speed, Durability, Agility, all the typical physical and mental boosting ones were the first you tested meticulously. So much it ultimately blended into a singular serum. A red flask called the Superhuman booster. Just think of a certain trait or attribute, be it physical, mental, or even spiritual, and it would enhance it to unprecedented levels. The more focused it was, the stronger its effects are. Of course, there were still benefits in spreading it evenly throughout rather than hyperfocus on a singular aspect. It was all in all just a gamble in knowing which was right.

Then again, you could say the same thing about any of the powers you acquired. Each one held its purpose, but while your blood was incessant and sempiternal, its effects when applied on your skin were finite. Even divine blood will eventually shrivel up and fade when exposed constantly to the elements. Or in this case, the “impurities” found within this world. Thankfully you could always replenish your dosage by sampling the blood but doing it manually in the heat of battle was easier said than done.

Still, the super attributes weren’t the only thing that changed through extensive exposure and experimentation. The Orange one which was originally fire became Solar Energy, while the light blue which was ice became Lunar Energy, Yellow became Earth Energy, Green became Sky Energy, Gold was Spatial, and Blue obtained the additional power of Marine Energy. Unfortunately, you couldn’t use any of the powers with the blood, but your original body could apply it like your ascended state.

Although, comparing yourself to your demi-human form was comparing night and day. With your original self being the night. Yet, if there was any consolation, you did notice two key facts. First off, that Buoyancy control resided within you even in your original state. The second fact was that your body was capable of utilizing intrinsic energies like chi/ki and mana. It would be far stronger in your transformed state, and/or if you had the grimoire. But you couldn’t deny this was still important stuff.

In any case, you weren’t sure if any of the others have also mutated or simply gotten more powerful. Or if you could even change the nature of the bestowed power and rewrite its function entirely. The more you experimented with these powers, the more questions kept flooding the back of your head. As well as the possibilities that still elude you. But what you did have so far was more than enough. Despite being curious, you were also cautious and felt you pressed your quintessence source hard enough as it is.

>>5463113
In any case, it became apparent to you that you needed to get your grimoire back. Personal reasons aside, it was a key clue in understanding what you are, and/or what you’re becoming. What you can tell on your own based on intuition was that a “god” is residing in your body. The fact that you show explosive growth and development in terms of training was clue enough. The holy trinity most certainly was thriving within you. Yet, it was hard to say if only “God” was sleeping within you.

With the "Blood of Christ” perpetually pumping in you, in tandem with the “Body of Adam”, and the “Spirit of God”. It was clear that your divine fluids, not just blood, served as the nexus point in producing the sacred rainbow elixir. Based solely on your biochemistry and taking the term pleroma to its logical extremity, it could replenish itself indefinitely if extracted or secreted. Yet if all of it was used up to make the runic tattoos, then it wouldn’t be able to regenerate.

Thus, you had to be careful in how you take care of your fluids moving forward. It wasn’t just blood like you originally thought as you had the misfortune of discovering that too late. Things like saliva, sweat, tears, stomach acid, and any other bodily fluid were fair game. Blood was the strongest and most purist in achieving the boons they bestowed. However, a simple French kiss or even an indirect kiss held the risk of empowering someone like a doping drug. At worst granting them superpowers.

Again, you learned that the hard way during your new gig. Because you couldn’t go home or access your funds without drawing negative attention. You of course had to acquire new means of making money, as well as a new place to live. At first, you found it rather easy to get handouts due to your supernatural beauty and its heavenly charm. Perhaps too easy given how so many people flocked to you, becoming your simps and worshipers.

Invoking the act of Idolatry, you fundamentally took the necessary steps to elevate your divine status. Being a superhero for one was the most obvious choice for earning extreme admiration, love, or reverence. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to take donations through acts of heroism. Chalk it up to how you were raised by your old man, but you didn’t want to be a scumbag in heroics. So, the natural second method was of course being an actual model and/or entertainment idol.

In retrospect, it made perfect sense to walk the path of an idol. You were already an avatar for a council of gods, as well as their chosen embassy and champion. Not to mention you feel as if you have a godly presence within you. So, by all accounts, you were more than qualified to use Idolatry and not be ashamed indulging it. It could empower you as belief as well as faith was power. And through them alone you could achieve self-sustenance, if not self-sufficiency if pushed hard enough.

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>>5463159
Thus, in between training, experimentation, and even acts of heroism, you walked down the path of the entertainer. With your technical prowess and wisdom, you managed to skyrocket up the charts of a standard e-girl. With the magic of the internet, your presence spread like wildfire. From Zero to Hero, you ended up becoming sensational across the nation. Steadily spreading into a worldwide phenomenon. All eyes were on you as you continued your e-girl entertainment while posting viral videos of your superhero stunts.

No longer did you have to stay in abandoned houses or scrounge for parts in junkyards. Through your transformed state, you were able to acquire actual room and board. You owed it all thanks to your antics, especially busking to further build your cred. It certainly made meeting with your father and reassuring him that his “eldest daughter” was still within him easier. However, like all good things, it had to end. In your case, however, it merely escalated into trouble.

Due to your actions, you ended up causing controversy and a metahuman outbreak. But that was a story for another time. Thankfully, you managed to achieve damage control through the acts of V-tubing and cleaning up your mess. It still didn’t change the fact that you weren’t taking things as seriously as you needed. Hence, why did you end up getting quite an earful from the only embodiment of righteous anger, the Spectre. Again, that was a story for another day.

Recap Done

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>>5462700

Following a tip given to you by the phantom stranger through Spectre, you were currently taking an all-expense paid trip to Gotham City. From what Phantom Stranger had to tell you, your grimoire was currently in the hands of vampire Nocturna and the wandering specter Gentleman Ghost. With the way he phrased it however, it sounds like they were working for a much bigger fish. Who that person was you had no idea but given the connection, you couldn’t drop your guard.

As well as the ties are tying it to the Lazarus Pit. The grimoire holds secrets correlating to the primordial waters, including how to purify the waters and make a cosmic ocean or otherwise call the Well of Sin. It also held secrets relating to the Celestial Comet, a radioactive meteorite that landed on earth millions of years ago. The same rock that gave Vandal Savage among others their powers. It could be the root of all superhuman/metahuman activity on earth.

From the knowledge he gave you, both this and the Markovia incident were tested for you. Of which were necessary to see your current level of competency. Along with seeing your capacity as a capacitor and how good your cache capabilities are. It was one thing to be drafted, it’s a whole other thing to live up to the expectation and reaffirm their suspicions. Of whether or not you were a chosen one anointed by fate or just a living enigma/walking anomaly.

Truthfully none of that mattered to you, that was future Sarena’s problem. Right now, you just want to get back your family heirloom above all else. It was the primary reason why you took the Phantom Stranger’s charity and offered to change chance into an opportunity. For now, you can treat him as a distant ally despite his motives being shrouded in mystery. Which was more than enough to not be suspicious about the whereabouts of the Grimoire. You have the best proof on you for verification.

Arriving now in Gotham by train, you take a moment to close your eyes and clear your thoughts. One of the skills you learned from your training was how to sense various forms of energy and signatures. So, by sharpening your focus you begin to isolate all the other readings, leaving just the one to track. You could feel a strong presence within the dark, gothic city. It was a similar wavelength towards your aura, specifically the divine prominence. There was no doubt about it, the grimoire was in fact within this city.

CON

>>5463228
Slowly opening your eyes, you tilt your head towards the direction where you felt it at its strongest. Putting your hand against your pockets, leaving the other to grab your stuff as you walk out of the train station. To say the city didn’t put you on edge would be a big fat lie. It was the polar opposite of Jump City. A place that was shrouded in darkness, a cesspool of chaos and disorder. It was bleak and riddled with danger from all sides. Only reaching its worst whenever it was nighttime.

Even with your divine armor currently morphed to resemble regular clothing, you still felt rather bear with very little protection. Unsurprisingly, this place was built on the factions of several powerful figures. The majority of them have ties to the mafia. So, this was an area that was riddled with crime and corruption. This most certainly would be a place that your father would strongly abhor, especially with how it has reached this point.

The city was no better as it was gritty as it was dark. It was heavily industrialized to the point of pumping tons of smoke into the air. Its gothic architecture and darkened gray skies give it its dreadful atmosphere. You can only imagine how sullen the area is with its blackened skies during the nighttime. How dreadful. You can thank your lucky stars that you didn’t have to patrol such an area for the first time. The mood was certainly going to take some time to get used to.

As you take stock of your situation, something else seems to catch your eye. You weren’t sure if you were seeing it right, but for a moment you thought you saw a robin in the sky.

>Follow after what you saw, making sure to conceal your presence as you tail it.
>Brush it aside and proceed to follow the trail your grimoire is leaving
>Don't act hasty and instead try to do some reconnaissance to familiarize yourself with Gotham
>Look for a place to stay and wait until nighttime to make your move
>Write-In

Also, Choose what 3 Colors/Powers you choose to apply for this encounter.
>Leave it to the GM
>Write-In

>>5463230
>Don't act hasty and instead try to do some reconnaissance to familiarize yourself with Gotham
>Red
>Indigo
>Tan

>>5463230
>>Don't act hasty and instead try to do some reconnaissance to familiarize yourself with Gotham
>gold, white, silver
seems perfect for recon

>>5463230
>>Don't act hasty and instead try to do some reconnaissance to familiarize yourself with Gotham
>Leave it to the GM

>>5463230
>>Don't act hasty and instead try to do some reconnaissance to familiarize yourself with Gotham

Gold, White and Tan

>>5463230
>>Don't act hasty and instead try to do some reconnaissance to familiarize yourself with Gotham
>Leave it to the GM

>>5463574
>>5463740
>>5463899
>>5463238
>>5463378
Seems like we're going with a stealth mission here with leaving it up to the GM for the color combo. But don't worry, Gold, White, and Tan will see their use soon enough.

Roll if you will some 3d100s.

Rolled 89, 17, 60 = 166 (3d100)

>>5463973

Rolled 97, 77, 76 = 250 (3d100)

>>5463973

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This is a bit of a missed impart on my end but due to the nat 100, even your original form is deeply imbued with the divine spark (by extension divine light). Thus, enriching it to the point that your auburn hair >>5458631 has turned snow white like pic related. As we speak the plethora of the divine spark and prominence known as pleroma is still suffusing. Pervading every nook and cranny of yourself, down to the quintessential source. Thus, it takes conscious effort to truly regress to your original state (doubly so when filtering out the Divine providence associated) whenever you power down. Just want to make that clear moving forward.

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>>5464145
Comparison.
Also taking names for a Superhero identity. If you're fine with sticking to Pantheona like your processor then that's fine too, just let me know.

>>5464153
>Lady Eve [For the E-name] and Patheona the successor for our cape name.

Rolled 47, 52, 31 = 130 (3d100)

>>5464155
That's a good point, you can also make suggestions for your E-girl name if you want. Gonna be rolling for >>5463973 to speed things up. Don't be discouraged to roll if you feel like you can do better or want a shot. This is only for moving things along.

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>>5463973
Glancing closely at the moving target it seems much bigger than you initially gave credit for. Although, your attention wasn’t sharply focused on the supposed robin. So, you couldn’t accurately deduce whether or not you were imagining things. Deciding that it wasn’t worth the trouble, you merely brushed it aside and turned your attention back to the task at hand. You didn’t want to take any side trips or indulge in going off on a detour. A month was already pushing your limits.

At the same time, you couldn’t bring yourself to immediately follow the presence you’ve been sensing. Unlike Jump City, this was brand new territory for you, as well as you didn’t have a single ally to back up. So, to jump right into where the grimoire blindly without taking the time to assess your surroundings was practically suicide. Especially when you recall all the stories that permeate the city of Gotham. All the more reason that you need to think smartly and act coolly in the face of adversity.

Thus, you decided the best course of action was to become aware of your surroundings and acquire information via reconnaissance. Preferably do it quickly and quietly, no different than any other wandering traveler. Wearing nothing but a black long-sleeved crop top, matching black choker, white miniskirt, black socks, and white running sneakers. You already hold that part down, despite the boldness of your attire as you keep your backpack lodged around your arms.

It would be much easier storing inside of you through the rainbow elixir though. Unfortunately, that would mean using up one of your three slots for the power of dimensional storage via Absorption (Gray). You couldn’t afford to be wasteful or careless in what combo you would apply. Although you could swap out one color for another, it still took time and effort to cleanse you of a specific color without affecting the others. And even more, time applying a brand-new color without disruption.

Through your girdle, you can painlessly extract your divine blood and make the flasks necessary for your thirty-three colors. But again, acquiring the resources and applying them were two completely different challenges. Then there’s the fact that while the Pleroma was infinite, that didn’t mean your blood was as well. Sure, it recovered and replenished itself far faster than most living organisms, especially when consuming sustenance. You were still operating on a finite amount.

Reckless and/or excessive drain without rest would greatly weaken you. Both in your physical as well as mental constitution and prowess, including the effects of your power bestowing blood. While you never tried to reach that threshold of your upper limits. You held the strong distinction that death by blood loss was still within the realm of possibility for you. All the more important is that you choose carefully if not wisely whenever applying the three colors.

>>5464208
The sole exception was “rainbow”, but you didn’t want to gamble on something you couldn’t fully control or apply without the grimoire. After all, it was something that the Phantom Stranger told you, but only the bare minimum. It was another incentive to grab the grimoire back. Yet you carry the distinct suspicion it was also a warning. Like some sort of automatic defensive mechanism that would act on its own even without the grimoire. Only on a more volatile if not catastrophe-level if left unchecked.

Putting that aside you already begin taking steps to apply the three colors of choice. Gold, White, and Tan, with an emergency second set of Red, Indigo, and Silver for backup. The second set would only come into effect when the primary set was retired. This setup was a recently unlocked function provided by the Phantom Stranger, although you brute forced it into awakening from excessive testing. He merely stabilized it to make up for the early inclusion. After scolding you of course.

Hopefully, you wouldn’t need such a setup since this should be an easy task. Slowly but steadily apply the colors over your body, practically resembling a graffiti tattoo over your porcelain skin. After putting the finish touches the colors quickly morphed before vanishing. In their places runic symbols once again start to form, originating from your back before spreading to your limbs and torso. Much like the paint they quickly disappeared as quickly as they appeared. Yet they still permeated around you, seen only by the supernatural or otherworldly.

“Alright, now I’m all set.” You murmured to yourself, currently alone in a secluded alleyway. Reading yourself for takeoff as you clench your hands, almost striking a confident pose. Chest heaving as your cheeks puffs with an innocent yet widely smug smile. The extraction process always seems to leave you feeling weary, but the rush you got from applying the colors always seems to be more than make up for it. It was an exhilarating sensation worthy of the gods as it sent you on cloud nine.

Note: Reconnaissance is destined for success, choose the method of how you do so.

>Take upon yourself to mimicry the form of an animal or plant to scour Gotham inconspicuously
>Go for the Ghosting method as you make yourself invisible and/or intangible
>Start Teleporting yourself constantly throughout Gotham through spatial travel
>Take the normal method of just sightseeing, and use your cred as an E-Girl to get you through
>Write-in

>>5464212
>Go for the Ghosting method as you make yourself invisible and/or intangible

>>5464212
>>Start Teleporting yourself constantly throughout Gotham through spatial travel

>>5464212
>>Take the normal method of just sightseeing, and use your cred as an E-Girl to get you through

>>5464212
>>Start Teleporting yourself constantly throughout Gotham through spatial travel

Imagine wanting to play as a jew.

>>5464212
>Go for the Ghosting method as you make yourself invisible and/or intangible

>>5464212
>>Take the normal method of just sightseeing, and use your cred as an E-Girl to get you through

>>5464231
>>5464282
>>5464321
>>5464425
>>5464945
>>5464991
Going to need a tiebreaker or I'm going to have to blend these options together for a coherent progression. I don't have a problem with that, just giving a warning that this is the last chance to turn things around or make an alternate suggestion.

>>5464153
Would also like some more comments for >>5464153 otherwise I'm going to end up going with this >>5464155

>>5465133
Lilith- e girl name
Asherah- super name

>>5465133
how exactly did we end up as an e-girl and what is the current state of it?
I guess people in the old quest voted the protag to become an e-thot due to her newfound "attributes"? So that whole thing was the public hero persona being the e-girl? But now we're a vtuber?
can you clear up what it is we do right now in a put more detail?

(I already voted for the other thing, but my ID will be different again)

>>5465132
I don't have a problem if the options are mixed.

>>5465156
Supporting these names

>>5465214
You are right that people in the old quest voted for the e-thottery [Thotus Supremus] to get backing for becoming the Ultimate Stacey. It naturally snowballed into pure Idolatry which fuels your divinity much like how belief and faith can both fuel if not empower magic along with willpower. Thus, the more popular you are the more powerful you became as a unparalleled existence [divine providence].

I more or less referred to it as a callback since the interests were more aligned with the Grimoire than with Social and Media Presence. So you have been taking from the Billy Batson and Booster Gold school of heroics. Mainly recording your Superhero feats and acts of heroism under your anthropomorphic demihuman form. But in terms of sustaining yourself and making a living, you did it through your entertaining talent and sexy charm. Thus, keeping the two separate but somewhat loosely connected in some shape or fashion.

The Vtuber aspect is a more recent coverup to mask and reign in your growing popularity. In the time from point a to point b, your divinity has been skyrocketing like crazy. Thus the stronger idolization, which looped in tandem with your training and experimentation. Hence the aforementioned evolution and awakenings. For better or worst.

In terms of publicity, you're basically on belle delphine with your e-girl identity, and your superhero identity is just as explosively prominent. As you currently do, I was openly vague about it to eventually go back to it and decide precisely what you specialize in as an entertainer or e-girl. But I also had assumed that the typical TikTok, Twitch, Instagram, Youtube antics found in this line of work.
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>>5465289
There were natural hiccups between your identity as an e-girl and superheroine during the rising highlights of your career. It all ties to the whole divine pandemic you ultimately caused from the thotery (more on that later). I left it open-ended if you embraced the fallback and made both your e-girl identity and superhero one essentially one and the same or not. Hence I gave an out to help alleviate the mess your divine providence caused with the V-Tuber account. But again, it can go either way depending entirely on your guy's interests.

>>5465289
>belle delphine
I'd appreciate a little more dignity in a literal divine avatar.

>you have been taking from the Billy Batson and Booster Gold school of heroics
one other thing... maybe dial it down with the references
I like DC quests because I have no idea what's going on and purely act on the information the main character has. Currently I feel like you are assuming both knowledge of DC and the previous quest maybe a little too much.
I'm still here for it, and voted on everyone so far. But still a little stumped on the name.

Pantheona sounds aa little bit of a mouthful, not something an ally can scream for in hurry.
in the same style "Plethora", maybe? It means a lot, like the number of our powers.

For the online persona I'd like to postpone the decision for now and align it with what we will decide on doing with it.

>>5465363
I didn't have you exactly act like her. Only threw that name as the first example. As for your other comments, fair enough. I'll try to reign it back a little. I tend to try and be informative on the prospect that not many people are nerdy enough to connect the DC dots on their own. Or even use the wiki or comic vine for concise research gathering. My apologies.

If you're throwing Plethora for a name, I'm willing to consider it. And your request for postponing the online persona has been acknowledged.

Rolled 56, 52, 37, 91 = 236 (4d100)

>>5465132
>>5465288
Mixed opinions it is then. Sorry for not commenting earlier, was preoccupied with important business. Anywho, don't need to roll, I already using your previous rolls here >>5464035
>>5464142
What I am doing is for something else entirely [Always assuming that unless directly stated. Anyway, writing.]

>>5465378
Trying to keep your excitement bottled up, you went on to blend in with the bustle and hustle of the heavily industrial city. Practically strutting around with a spring in your step as you trot. Hips and rump swaying side to side with such swagger. It goes without mentioning that you were exuding an aura of confidence, bustling around like the grandiloquent diva you are. Making sure to not overdo it with the loftiness to avoid coming off as ostentatious. Bad impressions would only make things worse.

That said, given your current appearance it wasn’t going to be easy to be inconsequential or completely inconspicuous. Just one look at you in your default (yet still divinely empowered) form and they would think you were a walking sentient barbie doll. A barbie doll that was also built like a Brickhouse, both in curves and muscles. While not excessively turgid in terms of frame, you did feel like you embodied the second verse of the word. Your attire only accentuated such vibes.

Honestly, who could blame you, especially when you got the physique of a fitness instructor? Again, it’d take conscious effort in reigning in your divine providence and its prominence to truly resemble your original state. Though, this form was far more tamed compared to the tarzanesque bodybuilder look that your anthropomorphic demi-human state carried. Just imagine what your virago spirit would resemble once you went into full demigoddess mode. Provided you get your grimoire back.

Still, there were some benefits resembling as you are now, excusing the fact you more or less have to wear baggy clothing to hide your assets. For one, you didn’t have to worry about your escapades leading back to your old life once this was all over. Again, you weren’t going to discard your old life due to your new responsibilities. You could make do without having to have a brooding heroic life for the greater good. You may be altruistic, but you draw the line of being self-sacrificing.

Speaking of, in the time you spent polishing your heroics, you still didn’t iron out picking a name. At the moment you only go by what the rumors dubbed you. To which it was “Heavenly Goddess”, you didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to figure out why they called you that. You were on the cup of naming yourself either Plethora (based on your predecessor Pantheona and the Pleroma) or going with the Goddess of Heaven’s associated name Asherah. You are still on the fence about it.

Con

>>5465523
Putting that aside, for now, you begin your reconnaissance as you trek through Gotham. Invoking a mixture of utilizing your primary colors at hand, with the inconspicuous sleuthing as a regular sightseeing tourist. It essentially covered the best of both worlds, as you could conserve your strength while making strides in assessing your surroundings. The coding of your paint was everlasting so long as it isn’t eroded, but that didn’t mean it didn’t require something to fuel it.

Typically, it requires your stamina and/or vitality to power it, the amount varies depending on your form(s). Thankfully all that heroics training, in addition to years of learning how to fight from your old man, came in handy in building stamina and endurance. Of course, there was also the Pleroma to consider, but it was harder to use outside of your transformed state. So, while in your suppressed state, you have to rely solely on your reserves. Easy enough as you had an abundance to work with.

Blending in with the crowd to your best ability, you took stock of key points of when to utilize your powers. Such as finding an opening to teleport to the top of a gargoyle statue-filled building. Or how about when you were ghosting (specifically phasing while being invisible) through a series of walls to cover multiple locations? Then there was using your mimicry powers to take the forms of different people or objects to rebound or sneak around unimpeded.

Between the three powers, teleportation was the quickest, to the point of being instantaneous. On the other end, it is also the flashiest as you leave small traces of light behind. Or you caused the space around you to warp as it left an echo sound. Usually, it was the latter unless you deliberately speed up the process for instantaneous movement. Thus, whenever you use it for a more stealthy approach, you always have to take into account the acoustics and its reverberation.

In contrast, using your astral powers to perform your ghost feats was the most effective. Though it was much slower by comparison and required concentration to maintain ghosting. That is because, unlike typical Astral Projection, you were converting your physical form into an astral body. While you could speed up the process by doing it the traditional way, it meant leaving your physical body behind. And truth be told you didn’t want to leave your body unattended in such a less-than-stellar location.

That just left your mimicry, perhaps the most inconspicuous yet complex method out of the three. Only by achieving a link through eye contact or tactile means could you perfectly mimic the target in question. Sure, there was the shapeshifting aspect you could tap into on your own. But to truly utilize the target’s capabilities and traits, you needed to understand how they operate. And you generally got that aspect far quicker through the aforementioned methods instead of directly observing or learning by ear.

Con

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>>5465525
Thus, how fitting that perhaps the most stable and effective was just doing the simple thing. Sightseeing. It gave you the coverage needed to freely utilize your powers without risk or gap in your execution. Plus, you could just ask around without jumping through hoops for info. And you did like meeting fans in between trips, be they potentially or already the real genuine article. Sure, you were taking it seriously, but that didn’t stop you from making room for fun.

Slowly and deliberately, you traverse through the dark foreboding metropolis, keeping note of all the hotspots and associated pathways. Committing the shortcuts to memory. Brideshead, Burnside, Cherry Hill, Otisburg, there were so many districts and neighborhoods that reside within Gotham City. With your triad of powers, you hold no doubts about being able to cover every nook and cranny of Gotham. Without them, it would surely take days if not weeks to traverse the entirety of Gotham.

Luckily, you didn’t have to meticulously go to such lengths, choosing to only stick to the hotspots and public locations. Such as Chinatown, the Clock Tower, its Subway, Robinson Park, and even the Cathedral. In just the good part of the day, you find yourself mentally mapping the entirety of Gotham. Carefully dancing around from where the presence was strong enough to serve as a two-way street for sensing. But still close enough to find all the necessary routes to reach it without concern.

Currently, you halted yourself at the rooftop of Wayne’s Tower, having used your teleportation powers to warp to that location after grabbing a bite to eat at Bat Burger’s. You wanted to check out the Silver Lake Shopping Plaza, but the place was far from your true objective. And while all it would take was a wink to go front and back, you opted to be more conservative and save the trip for later. Right now, your eyes gaze forward toward two key spots, East End and Gotham Harbor.

From what you gathered those two spots were notorious for criminal meetups. Then there was also Blackgate Penitentiary to be considered, but just like with Arkham Asylum you count yourself lucky not to need to go there. The cemetery was more likely than either of those prison states. It didn’t do your nerves any good that the former is so close to the Harbor. Then again, you begin to understand that to get what you want, you had to play with fire.

Con

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>>5465575
Letting out a small yawn, you begin to reach for one of the burgers stashed in a very large brown bag. Slowly parched up on where one of the gargoyles was located. They were a guardian symbol for the city, hence why they were so common, especially with any place related to Wayne Enterprises. You would be a little creeped out about that had you not spent the majority of your time seeing the dark city in its depressive glory. You didn’t envy the guardians one bit.

“All of this sleuthing and I still feel stuck at square one.” You bemoan, taking a bite out of the burger while sitting on the rail. “I mean yeah, I more or less know this town like the back of my hand, bearing some exceptions. But no clue specifically where my targets are. Dad makes this detective work look so easy.” Sighing to yourself you looked at the Gargoyle, feeling a bit silly talking to it. But you needed to vent.

“There’s an observation deck just a tad to the left of the tower. Equipped with a really powerful super telescope among other high-tech gadgetry that’ll make your scavenger hunt go much smoother.” A voice spoke up from out of nowhere, right on cue as you previously vented in between bites.

“Really? That’d be great-.” Smiling at the news, your face immediately turned pale at who you see parched up right beside you. It was none other than the Boy Wonder himself, Robin. Triggering your body to immediately go into flight or fight in response having previously been unaware of that someone has been following you.

How do you handle your fight-or-flight impulses going off?

>Let your body instinctively kick Robin for spooking you
>Pull back at the last second and apologize for the rudeness
>Fight the urge to follow up on your instincts and remain calm
>Write-In

Afterward, how do you proceed with this sudden encounter?

>Ask the Boy Wonder how and why was he tailing you before anything else
>Be a tease and flirt with the Boy Wonder into helping you with your cause
>Thank him for the advice but leave to the observation deck briskly
>Reach over to grab him to use your Mimicry Powers to forcibly get answers
>Write-In

>>5465581
>Pull back at the last second and apologize for the rudeness

>Be a tease and flirt with the Boy Wonder into helping you with your cause

>>5465581
>Fight the urge to follow up on your instincts and remain calm

>Ask the Boy Wonder how and why was he tailing you before anything else
>Be a tease and flirt with the Boy Wonder into helping you with your cause

>>5465581
>>Fight the urge to follow up on your instincts and remain calm
>Ask the Boy Wonder how and why was he tailing you before anything else
>Be a tease and flirt with the Boy Wonder into helping you with your cause

>>5465581
>Fight the urge to follow up on your instincts and remain calm
>Ask him if he'll help you in return for one of the other burgers you have bought.
unthoting the character will be a chore, I already see it.
You can't con a honest man, just like you can't seduce a good hero to your cause.
Flirting means escalating the friendlyness everytime the other responds positively to yours. If they remain stoic, all we do is to just annoy them and paint us in a light that'd not take them or the situation seriously.

>>5465581
>Pull back at the last second and apologize for the rudeness

>Ask the Boy Wonder how and why was he tailing you before anything else
>Be a tease and flirt with the Boy Wonder into helping you with your cause

>>5466002
I think this is an instance where thottery is justified

>>5465581
>>Fight the urge to follow up on your instincts and remain calm
>>Ask him if he'll help you in return for one of the other burgers you have bought.

>>5466064
>I think this is an instance where thottery is justified
I think doing it unprompted right out of a situation of fight or flight would only make him think we're up to no good

>>5465826
>>5465957
>>5465994
>>5466002
>>5466064
>>5466105
Alright, going to be a mix of these but Fight the urge and be calm won priority for the first vote, and Ask the Boy Wonder for the second.

>>5466002
>>5466064
>>5466195
While I wasn't planning on going full thot (more Black Cat/She-Hulk in playfulness) for this, I can see the concern. I can assure you, that player input will be a major factor for this kind of stuff.

I'm still going to be writing the update, so discuss among yourself how you want the online identity/e-girlness to act.

>>5465581
>Fight the urge to follow up on your instincts and remain calm
>Ask him if he'll help you in return for one of the other burgers you have bought.

>>5466240
And this still counts to >>5466238

>>5466238
>>5466243
Just how did this guy manage to get into your sphere of influence without you noticing? Aside from the ubermensch build being the Adam Kadmon brought, you were pretty capable as a person. Okay, you weren’t some highly trained super soldier, but that didn’t mean you were a slouch either. Having a police commissioner for a father meant you had to always be prepared. Otherwise, all those self-defense lessons and survival training would amount to nothing.

Now that’s not to say you were rigorously trained or conditioned before acquiring superpowers. After all, Jump City wasn’t crawling to the brim with criminal activity. It just helped to be prepared, hence why your father didn’t religiously push you to take combat training seriously. Still, you took it to heart and did what was at least expected. Therefore, you were reasonably confident in your honed instincts and reflexes, doubly so while in your empowered state

So, with that, it boggles the mind that he snuck up on you without giving any tells or warning. Practically flat-footed with your line of interval exposed, your body naturally geared itself into fight or flight. Meanwhile, before your body could act, your mind immediately simulated the next move. It was simple, just a swift roundhouse kick to the side, knocking him down to the ground or the wall behind you. Worst case scenario you jump after him if he falls off the building, using one of your primary color choice powers to remedy the situation.

At the same time, you didn’t pick up any bad intentions, much less any sign of bloodlust or fighting spirit coming from him. Either this masked boy was extremely good at concealing his emotions along with his presence, or he was generally being helpful while being straightforward. The fact he didn’t take advantage of the slight pause in your movement made you think it was the latter. Again, you weren’t any slouch, but if someone with ninja likes moves got close and personal, you were going to be in a world of trouble.

Finishing up before your body could fully act, you forcibly stop your sweeping roundhouse kick. Pulling it close as if you were mere moments from enacting your mental imagery from the simulation. Yet, this didn’t deter the slender yet athletic boy wonder in the slightest. His gentle look was oozing with confidence and awareness. Just looking at his eyes through his black-and-white domino mask gave you the impression he was the real deal. A real, Bonafide super soldier. Or at least exceptionally trained.

"You didn’t flinch.” You brusquely muttered, slowly pulling your leg back while keeping your distance.

Con

>>5466395
“Well, it's something I was expecting, but I didn’t sense any hostility coming from you. So, I had a hunch that you wouldn’t go through with your attack, especially considering.” As the black-haired boy smiled, he slowly gestured to you to look towards your left. Reminding you that currently both of you stand over a thousand feet above the pavement. Not helping was being so close if not directly standing on the rails.

Twitching your face into an awkward smile, mentally thanking your stars you didn’t follow through, you hopped into the safe zone. “My apologies. Due to personal trauma and general experience, my body acts defensively before my mind has the chance to process the situation.”

Following you, the black-haired boy also jumped off the rail, keeping his hands folded in his arms. “Makes sense. I could tell from the roundhouse you were going to give. Your appearance also gave it away. My name is Robin, and sorry for the startle.” Keeping himself relaxed, Robin slowly but surely went to offer his hand for a handshake.

Taking his hand for a shake, you merely smile back. “Likewise. Though I bet you had gotten to check a lot of me before alerting me of your presence. Find anything you like~” You tease, putting your left hand on your wide hips, thrusting it a tad for oomph.

Pausing a bit from sudden surprise, Robin quickly clears his throat before letting your charm sway him. “I wasn’t stalking you out of looks. Or in general really. I only tailed you after noticing you before I left Gotham. Kind of hard to miss someone when you hear a reverbing echo after seeing them vanish.” There was a hint of playful ribbing as he addressed the elephant in the room.

“Oh, is that so?” You paused. There was a feeling of mild disappointment, not at him not being a stalker mind you. Rather it was how he was able to see you despite your efforts. You need more practice at being meticulously covert. “Pray-tell, exactly why I was worthy of being pursued if it was not for my dashing good looks and statuesque physique? "You spoke, keeping up a sultry manner and tone.

“A brand-new person with superpowers just nonchalantly sightseeing in broad daylight. Kinda hard to not think you were up to something. Or have a loose definition of using your powers responsibly. “Robin retorts. “So, curiosity is mainly my reason. What you do next may invoke more than that.”

Thinking about it for a moment, you decide to stop playing the winsome coquette. Instead, going for a franker yet still dignified expression. “To cut to the chase, I’m here for a special objective. Getting back a prized heirloom is my sole reason for being here. After that, I’m returning to Jump City. So, you don’t have to worry about me causing any trouble.”

Con

>>5466396
“And what exactly is that heirloom? I can’t imagine it being something mundane like a brooch.” Robin quipped. For the moment deciding to trust your words. You were very earnest and amicable, despite your playful flirting.

“It’s called the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh, it’s a grimoire containing various secrets and extensive knowledge. To make a long story short, it’s been in my family’s possession for generations. Right up until I was essentially killed and pilfered by a goatee-wearing man in a black bodysuit. “You explain, slowly dawning upon yourself about your sudden death and how ludicrous it sounds. “Naturally it didn’t stick as I came back to life., but if you don’t believe me then at least give me the courtesy of not getting ridiculed. I’m sensitive about the whole endeavor.”

Shaking his head to deter your assumptions, Robin focuses his sharp gaze on you. “I’m not going to brush it off or make fun of you. I’ve seen my case of the supernatural and magical to not rule out such possibilities. My mentor even knows several people who specialize in that kind of stuff. One of them should still be in town. “Before he would say any further, Robin would curtly cut himself off before pointing to a door.

“Anyway, like I said the observatory inside should help you. It has just about everything you’ll need to help streamline your search. Just be careful when it's night. That’s when the outlaws and criminals are the most active. And if you end up seeing someone with a bat cowl, tell them you know Robin and they should at least be willing to leave you alone or help you. Provided you don’t antagonize them or give them a reason to be defensive.” Robin explained.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You nod, showing a genuinely warm smile. It was quick as you caught Robin was about to reach from his yellow utility belt for a grappling hook and leave. “W-Wait, hold on a second. I know you said you were leaving Gotham, but could you find it in your heart to help a newcomer like me with my mission?”

Stopping himself from using his grappling hook, Robin turns to look back at you. “I’m listening.”

“If you help me, I’ll treat you to a meal.” Your smile widens as you pull out your bat burger bag and wave it gently as an incentive.

“This is the first time I’ve ever received a collab through fast food bribery.” Robin softly chuckled, putting his grappling hook away. “Why not. I could use one last hurrah before leaving my stomping grounds for a new location.”

“Glad to have you aboard. If you stick with me, you’ll have a more exciting and colorful experience back at Jump City. I promise.” Giving the boy wonder a quick airborne kiss, for appreciation, you quickly walked over to the observatory. Beckoning him to follow you inside.

>Ask more about Robin and his reasons for leaving in between sleuthing
>Focus on mainly tracking and narrowing your search as you share information with Robin. (Roll)
>Leave the search to the Boy Wonder while you handle transportation (Skip to combat+Roll)
>Fish for more info about the specialist in town and ask if they be willing to join.
>Write-In

Who do you want the mystery person to currently be in Gotham?

>Wonder Woman (Diana Prince)
>Zatanna "Zee" Zatara
>Katana (Tatsu Yamashiro, ties to the Outsiders)
>Etrigan (Jason Blood)
>Deadman (Boston Brand)
>Mystery Choice

>>5466403
>Ask more about Robin and his reasons for leaving in between sleuthing

>Etrigan (Jason Blood)

>>5466403
>Focus on mainly tracking and narrowing your search as you share information with Robin. (Roll)
>Fish for more info about the specialist in town and ask if they be willing to join.

Who do you want the mystery person to currently be in Gotham?
>Mystery Choice

>>5466403
>Focus on mainly tracking and narrowing your search as you share information with Robin. (Roll)
>Ask more about Robin and his reasons for leaving in between sleuthing
>Mystery Choice

>>5466403
>>Ask more about Robin and his reasons for leaving in between sleuthing
>>Focus on mainly tracking and narrowing your search as you share information with Robin. (Roll)

>Deadman (Boston Brand)

Rolled 88, 77, 1 = 166 (3d100)

>>5466403
He didn't even take the burger
>Focus on mainly tracking and narrowing your search as you share information with Robin. (Roll)
3d100 since were in powered up form?
otherwise ignore... the second of the three die
>Tell him we don't have a proper capename yet, ask how long he's been doing it, and if he might help workshop your name

>>5467169
Not yet but he's going to be seen having it in the next post. And your correct 3d100 is for your powered up state.
>Nat 1
Big Oof.

>>5466411
>>5466592
>>5466605
>>5467110
>>5467169
Anyway, looks like we're doing a mix of Serious Detective work plus Socialising with Robin. Now I would request the rest of you to follow >>5467169 example and start giving me some rolls.

Also Mystery Choice has won. So we'll be going with Madame Xanadu and one more person.

Rolled 40, 30, 33 = 103 (3d100)

>>5467194

Rolled 86, 91, 92 = 269 (3d100)

>>5467194

Rolled 9, 77, 34 = 120 (3d100)

>>5467194

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>>5467197
>>5467203
>>5467348
Right, with the added roll in response to >>5467169 we have our answer. Success but unwanted turbulence has invaded the mental sanctum. A Gothic Welcome. Writing

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>>5467379
Before long you and Robin would enter the huge observatory, quickly strolling side by side as you took the lead. From this, you could tell that you were taller than the boy wonder by a wide margin. In comparison to his five foot and four inches, you have him beat by half a foot as you stood at a whopping six feet. Seven if you went peak demi-human, not that it was necessary but good for further teasing. Even in your original body, you would still be taller as you were only five foot and six inches.

Brushing that aside you made your way to a large table, leaving the tool gathering up to Robin. One of the bat burger combos from your bag was gently placed onto the side. It was set up for him to take, which he does when he isn’t immersed in his detective duties. Unsurprisingly with your reborn body, you came to learn that it was quite the high-maintenance package in exchange for its myriad of abilities. One of which was giving you an increased metabolism, practically on the level of hyper metabolism.

Fueling the form that germinates the rainbow elixir without the use of the pleroma required massive quantities of energy. The energy of course that you got from subsentence or acquiring that of Manna aka divine or spiritual nourishment. Since the latter was harder to stockpile and accumulate, you of course had opted for the former. Normally you had to eat at least three times a regular adult’s portion to satiate yourself each meal. Only becoming gluttonous when drained or stockpiling.

Thankfully Robin was far too polite and engrossed with his research to pick at your massive meals. You weren’t sure why you need to consume extremely large amounts of calories to maintain your form. Then again, all that fuel did go into your assets and muscularity. Rarely did you ever show an ounce of gaining weight in the rotund fashion, even during moments of comical turgid? Being stout and big-boned was the only connection, but again it was of the heavy strong woman in terms of sturdiness and thickness.


“If you don’t mind me asking, could you tell me more about yourself? Including why are you leaving Gotham. I can understand the place being too dreary to want to stay here. But I get the feeling you’re made of far sterner stuff to be bothered by such gloom and doom.” You politely asked,

“Well, I suppose I could tell you some stuff if you’re willing to share yourself,” Robin remarks, causing you to nod in response as you felt that was more than fair. “I come from a family of circus acrobats; they were among the best the nation had to offer. I’m essentially the last living legacy thanks to some unfortunate circumstances. The people who did it were mafia thugs looking to extort money from the boss. We didn’t give in to them, and they took it upon themselves to set an example outside of my parents. They’re currently in prison, so silver lining, I guess. “

>>5468355
“I’m sorry to hear about that.” You sniffed, almost tearing up upon hearing the abridged version of the tragedy of the Flying Greyson.

“Appreciate the concern but it's in the past. And it wasn’t all bad, I got to meet my mentor and father figure. He ended up teaching me everything he knew. And providing me with care and support, something that he only had his father figure gave him when his parents die of mob violence. I’m quite happy with the life II have now.” Robin smiled, genuinely cheerful before showing a case of melancholy. “I looked up to him like a father figure more than just a potential successor. I thought we would be working together as partners until his retirement. But I got shot and-.”

Seeing the small pause in his speech prior, you chose to close your eyes and interrupt him. It was a touchy subject to go further but you can tell that something big had happened. “I get it. No need to say anything further. You don’t want him to worry, so you decide to make your mark elsewhere. To show him that the adversity you face won’t bring you down and he doesn’t need to protect you anymore. To treat you like a real equal.”

“You can be quite perceptive...” Robin mutters, lightening up from your sunny disposition.

“I mean my dad is a police commissioner, kind of comes with the territory. "You smile, leaning back against your chair after lifting his spirits. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a sob story outside the typical bookworm being ostracized by her peers for being into unusual things. My life was mostly normal, well as normal as having parents involved with the law can lead. I’m the eldest sibling to a pair of twins, and formerly the assistant manager of a Pizza Restaurant in Jump City. Aside from my grimoire, nothing special or unique ever happened to me.” You explained. Slightly embarrassed at how plain your backstory so far sounds in comparison to Robin’s.

“I wouldn’t say having a mundane life is a bad thing. Not everyone has to have a sad backstory or terrible upbringing to push them towards being a hero.” Robin says, patting your shoulder as an act of comfort. “Wait, didn’t you say that you died earlier?”

“Yeah, I was shot by a crook after catching them in the act of a big crime. Managed to prevent him from making a big score, so it wasn’t like my death was for naught. Or at least, I think that’s how it went down. The entire thing was rather fuzzy. I think after that I met a group of old men who gave me the chance to come back to life as their champion emissary or something. I think I did some tasks as a spirit, really fuzzy on that, so I'm not sure.” Scratching the back of your head, you sharply narrow your eyes as you try and envision precisely what happened. Alas, you were still drawing a blank.

Con

>>5468357
“Don’t try and push it, it’ll come to you one way or another. Not many people can say they died and got a second chance at life. That already screams heroism in the making.” Robin spoke.

“You think so? "You felt a tinge of blushing coming from your cheeks as you momentarily look away. Omitting to tell you exactly what you did during the month before coming to Gotham. Finding something to change the subject, your mind quickly goes back to the specialist. “So, you said there was a specialist in the occult here in Gotham?” You asked, having finally wolfed down the majority of your meal as you clean yourself up.

“I did say that yes,” Robin commented, pulling out a large digital map of Gotham and showing all the different districts and regions.

“Could you tell me exactly more about them?” You ask gently, showing genuine interest while still helping Robin with the research.

“Her name is Madame Xanadu. She’s a skilled medium who uses tarot reading and fortune telling. A real penchant for helping those with supernatural or mystical issues. All thanks to her supernatural sensitivity to occult activities and mystic phenomena. I hear she’s also the keystone and supporter of the magical community. Her shop is named Hokus & Pokus Occult Curiosities, it's not too far from Gotham since it's in Greenwich Village.” Robin explains.

“I don’t suppose we could get them to assist in helping me with getting my grimoire back.” You ponder.

“Not directly no. I have been told that some personal reason or outside force keeps her from directly interfering. Hence why she has associates go out and do the tasks in her place.” Robin spoke, continuing his assistance in the research in between.

“A bummer. It would help to have more helping hands in getting this taken care of with the least number of problems.” You sighed, earning a curious look from Robin as he raises an eyebrow. “Oh, I should probably tell you what the phantom stranger has told me.”

With that, you begin to share what you heard from the elusive, mystery gentleman. Having Robin helped in breaking down the cryptic yet still informative message that he left. As well as alerting the Boy Wonder that you were fully involved with something truly otherworldly. Something that he himself hasn't had much experience in, but was still willing to help regardless.

[Pause]

Note: This was supposed to be for yesterday but due to unexpected interference I had to stop mid-way from delivering and ended up passing out once it was over. So with that, I have another prompt for choices based on the nat 1 triggering a sudden mental ambush.

>>5468367
>Resist the possession and entrapped the intruder within a secluded part of yourself for interrogation
>Forcibly eject the intruding entity from your mind and try to reform your physical body from its oozing state
>Focus on using the supernatural link the dark entity has with its summoner to send a counterattack of your own
>Try to forcibly assimilate and mimicry the intruding entity
>Look to uncover the name of the dark entity before invoking to control or banish it from this mortal plane for the time being
>Trust Robin to handle this while you turn this loss into an opportunity in getting help from another via Astral Projection
>?????
>Write-in

>>5468377
>>Forcibly eject the intruding entity from your mind and try to reform your physical body from its oozing state

>>5468377
>>Forcibly eject the intruding entity from your mind and try to reform your physical body from its oozing state

>>5468377
>Forcibly eject the intruding entity from your mind and try to reform your physical body from its oozing state

>>5468414
>>5468455
>>5468505
Alrighty, stranger danger begone time. Give me a 3d100+10

Rolled 9, 50, 73 = 132 (3d100)

>>5468509
didn't get the chance to vote, but I'll roll

>>5468574
I'm willing to listen to what you would vote or suggest

Rolled 65, 53, 39 = 157 (3d100)

>>5468509

Rolled 13, 14, 99 = 126 (3d100)

>>5468509

Rolled 65, 80, 50 = 195 (3d100)

>>5468509

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>>5468574
>>5468612
>>5469271
>>5469348
So it looks like we got ourselves some good luck here. 65x2/100, 80/100, 99/100. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but it seems Sarena is gonna take it to the extreme after her "death". Writing.

>>5470041
“And that’s basically all that I know so far. Sorry if it wasn’t exactly a fountain of information. "You lament, folding your arms behind your back before closing your eyes. “You lament with a hint of disappointment.

“Don’t cut yourself short, you’ve given me more than enough to work with. Besides, if the Phantom Stranger told you everything, then it wouldn’t be a test now, would it?” Robin chirped up, being the more reassuring one of the two. “At least now I know that we need to get some silver or cold iron if we’re dealing with a ghost and potentially a vampire.”

“You got me there.” You laughed, slowly returning to your more upbeat self. “By the way, how exactly did you come up with your hero's name? I’ve only added it for about a month, and so far, I don’t have a lick of sense guiding me to a concrete cape name. I mean I got some ideas like Pantheona, but I figured someone doing it for years like yourself could give me better insight on the matter.”

“Well, I’m flattered. "Robin smiled. Slowly cocking an eyebrow at you once the name registered in his head. His mind was already beginning to break down its meanings. “Pantheona?”

“Yeah, the first half obviously comes from Pantheon. As well as serve as a call back to my supposed predecessor.” You point out with an aura of confidence.

“And the second?” Robin asks.

“It comes from the word Leona.” You reply.

“Ah, the derivative word from the Latin word Leo. I can only assume it's tied to a lion symbol correlating to you on a personal level. Quite possibly religious or family ties.” Like that, Robin proves that his detective skills and general mental acuity are something you shouldn’t take lightly. Whoever taught him has to be at least world-class given the level of skill he just displayed. And you feel like he has yet to get serious, much less go all out.

“Correct, the Lion of Judah. Call it intuition, or inner voice, but I felt like imbuing myself with the blessed animal might help me better channel my festering emotions. Give me the strength to overcome any adversity or strife, while conquering the embodiment of my inner beast and not being a slave to the darker emotions inside me.” You explained, trailing off a tad when it came to addressing the elephant in the room. The was a hint of melancholy now permeating the room.

CON

>>5470345
“Revenge I take it,” Robin asks, being tactful yet straightforward as he went right in.

Blinking out of shock, you gently tussle your curly silvery-white locks as you muster the courage to speak. “Yes. Part of me still feels bitter resentment for the man who took everything from me. It was only for a brief moment, but I felt immense rage welling up inside me. A vehement desire or passion that’s deeply drenched with fury, almost threatening to swallow me whole despite its righteousness. At worst turning me into some sort of wraith embodying pure, unadulterated wrath. If those old people didn’t show up when they did, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

Before you could say anything further, Robin would put his hand against your shoulders. Giving you a serious but reassuring expression before continuing to speak. “Believe me when I say that I know exactly what you’re going through. Even as an eight-year-old child I knew wholeheartedly what revenge could do to a person. I wrestled with such feelings like they were a pack of wild animals. I wanted to catch the guys who caused my parents’ deaths, bring them to justice, or even just get the chance to make them pay for what they did. They had no right to take them away from me, and for what? Just to fatten their pockets and other acts of selfishness. I will never forgive them, nor forget them for as long as I’m still living.”

“I had my mentor keeping me from going down the line that shouldn’t be crossed. But I won’t say that for the next seven years I didn’t struggle with those inner demons. So again, I know exactly what you’re going through right now. I won’t tell you that you should give it up or look to forgive him. You, more than anyone needs closure, something that genuinely can be found in catching the man yourself. Just don’t let yourself lose to it and become its slave. I know someone who unfortunately went down that route.”

Con

Listening closely to Robin’s words, you close your eyes before placing a hand against your chest and still feeling the remnants of your fury still festering inside. But it was currently locked up in a secure box, becoming sturdier and sounder thanks to Robin’s comforting words. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” You smile, opening up your eyes as if dread was no longer present.

“Anyway, it sounds like you already got a pretty good name,” Robin remarks, bringing the conversation back to being lighthearted.

“Yeah, but it’s also a bit meatier than I’d like. Like, imagine trying to say it in the heat of battle or a call for help. I thought originally since it’s just the real world plus an extra letter it wouldn’t be bad. But the more I thought about it, the more I ended up feeling not too keen on it. And I can’t keep going by what the public calls me. The name Heavenly Goddess just doesn’t sit right for me. It’d be better for a moniker than anything. "You sigh, shaking your head as you take another deep breath. “Maybe I’m just overthinking it.” You exclaim with another exaggerated sigh.

“Well, I chose the name Robin in remembrance of my origins, especially towards my mother and father. To honor and respect them while serving as a reminder of what I’m fighting for. “Robin paused, letting him reminisce about the good and bad. Coming to an impasse for himself as he thinks over a much bigger issue that was oddly similar to you picking your name. Eventually, he turned his attention to the present, focusing on helping you as he puts such thoughts on the back burner. "The fact you’re putting so much thought into your name only shows how committed you are to this line of work. So, how about Plethora for short, and when you feel comfortable with it, you boast the full name for your hero identity.”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.” You smiled widely, almost giddy as you could start to envision your identity more clearly and consolidate it firmly.

Con

>>5470368
This might end up bleeding into late night or tomorrow due to RL interferences. So I'll ask you guys to setup current goals and/or future plans moving forward. Like what you want to do after getting the grimmiore. Coming up with a battle plan is also up in the table.

>Write-in

>>5470396
Reunite with our family and try to live a normalish life?

>>5470396
what is the limit of our shapeshifting, because apparently we can't shift into our old form with the same haircolor we had.
My plan is to go to our Dad first as our hero persona.

As for battle plan, I barely know who or what we are up against and what their abilities are, so I'd remain scounting. I don't know how Robin plans to stay in Gotham or if he was leaving today already.

>>5471084
Only said that it couldn't be done without conscious effort since you're filtering the Divine Providence that permeates within you. This means that maintaining it requires a lot of willpower similar to keeping a muscle clenched. In your transformed state, it's effortless as breathing. Especially when you use the Rainbow Elixir that has the shapeshifting power. However, for your depowered/suppressed state, it's easier said than done.

Of course, this new upcoming reveal about having a body made out of earthly materials like Diana Prince/Wonder Woman will change things. As for limits for shapeshifting, there's little that you can't morph into. But things that are much larger or smaller than you require additional exertion since you'll be making up the difference with life energy. So it'll tax your vitality.

>>5470368
With that the two of you promptly went back to sleuthing, focusing primarily on the matter of finding the exact location of where Nocturna and the Gentleman’s Ghost were currently stationed. Doing so would only bring you closer to retrieving your family heirloom and push you one step closer to your endgame. Of course, finding it and retrieving it were two very different things. This was essentially your first real taste of the supernatural world and by extension metahuman society.

Thankfully, this wouldn’t be something that you had to go on alone. Sure, you tussled with bad guys before your arrival, but they were mainly crooks and scoundrels. Mostly run-of-the-mill humans with no superhuman abilities or otherworldly capabilities. They didn’t even have state-of-the-art high-tech machinery to replicate a metahuman’s powers. This wasn’t too surprising since again it was regular thugs, but you still were expecting something like a power suit or high-tech combat armor.

The worst you faced was modern ballistics such as guns and explosives among others. Of which happened to bounce off on you and your mythical armor. Thereby having the (un)fortune of feeding into the heavenly goddess moniker via the ballast boobs and buns. Although not invulnerable without the use of the rainbow elixir, you were durable enough to be reasonably bulletproof. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt, but a normal gun was like a mosquito bite compared to tanking a railgun’s bullet.

In any case, you took to helping Robin by undertaking a supportive role rather than directly leading the charge. This was his territory, albeit formerly now, among having detective work being his field of operations. In just a few dozen minutes he managed to break down your hours of reconnaissance into a more streamlined avenue as he further mapped out the key points. Something that on your own probably would’ve taken a lot of hours if not a couple of days’ work.

Not that you were slacking off by any means since your feedback was equally contributing to cracking the mystery. Also helping was the fact that the entire observatory was among the cutting edge of what technology can provide. Alleviating even more of the extraneous load and allowing for more coverage in less than half the time. You had to thank your lucky stars for lucking out in finding both such a dependable person and the perfect spot for detective work.

Con

>>5471323
Soon enough you would round down the spots to about three locations. The first of which was of course East End, specifically the Monarch theater of Park Row. The second area was Gotham village, in particular the old Sacred Martyr Church. Lastly, the third and final place was eerily named Devil’s Square. Oddly enough your mind immediately blanked to the devil cake snack, but quickly it rebounds back to the previous execution grounds of the criminals. Right down to seeing its crypts and catacombs.

Finding the three locations, you begin to close your eyes, slowly getting into a meditative position. With the three points now fully mapped, you held a much better understanding of where to look. More importantly, with a strong visual in your mind, it made your visualization meditation all the more robust and potent. Thus, without saying a single word, you begin to activate the Astral properties of your ghost-like powers from the elixir. Abruptly emitting a bluish aura and aureoles around your body.
Keeping quiet and maintaining a fair distance from you, Robin went on to merely observe your esoteric technique. You on the other hand found yourself further and further into a deep trance. Out of the three places, you went to trust your instincts on the matter. So, without warning, you begin spreading your awareness towards that certain spot. Your presence practically envelops the entire area as it starts breaking down its surroundings and taking stock of everything around that point.

Bit by bit it became clearer and more concrete as you sharpened your focus. Without a doubt, you could sense the full extent of your family’s heirloom which is the Grimoire. Previously you could pick up on its faint traces, but now you felt the entire nexus point in all of its glory. The extremity of its all-encompassing nature and its ferocious intensity immediately resonates with you. Only reaffirms your suspicion as you did find where it was currently hiding.

Before you had time to alert Robin of your findings and break your sight beyond sight, another presence would start to invade your mental space. Diving deep within your subconscious's metaverse, otherwise known as a realm of cognition, where thoughts take tangible form. Two giant hands quickly manifest around you before suddenly ensnaring with their vice-like iron grip. An intense, practically demonic presence envelops you, holding you further in place as a voice being to speak.

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>>5471324

“Well, well what do we have here? I didn’t think we would end up in the presence of a young, virgin maiden. Practically overflowing with such prana as well as mana, it must be my lucky day. "The shadowy being spoke, oozing with a sonorous yet mellifluous tone and pitch. It was dangerously sweet was exceptionally euphonious to hear and feel. An ethereal-like silhouette was slowly forming from behind you.

Struggling to speak as you feel your entire body freezing up, becoming rigid and unmoving like a statue, you manage to stutter a couple of words. “W-Who...Are...you? ...Are...you with...them?” Referring to Nocturna and the Gentleman Ghost specifically as your eyes try to gaze at the one who held you at hold.


“Afraid not, I have no ties to the ones that you seek. Though the tome itself that they brought with them to these lands has indeed perked my curiosity. They pale in comparison to the actual caretaker currently within the palm of thy hands.” As they spoke, a darker chill starts to travel down your spine. Their grip on your body tightens as shadowy hands start to spread throughout your body. “You may refer to me as Gothika....for the last moments you remain conscious that is.”

Without letting you get a word in edgewise; a powerful bolt of eldritch energy suddenly structs you from the metaverse. Violent surges start attacking you from within, hitting from all sides as they drove your senses and pain receivers mad. It was so quick and thorough that you only had time to let out a blood-curdling scream before everything started to become dim. To Robin, he would see your body start to lose its form, quickly losing details as it starts to simplify.

“Sarina!” Robin cried, quickly trying to reach towards you in time to catch you. A noble gesture but it was ultimately fruitless, proven completely by your body upon making contact with Robin’s arms. Intense vibrations emit from your body, pushing him back a bit from the repulsion. Your skin was convulsing alongside your muscles, repelling physical contact while causing spasms. Electrical discharges start to form as it crackles and spat sparks around you, disrupting your entire biological system as it goes haywire.

Before Robin could do anything to help, your body suddenly expanded like a massive balloon. Your features become softer in tandem with your volume and mass increasing rapidly. Countless pieces of furniture and objects were gradually pushed back by your growing girth. As quickly as your growth happened, however, it immediately subsided through a wet plopping pop sound. In the blink of an eye, your body suddenly imploded, gushing down to the floor into a mere puddle of goop.

>>5471325
Dumbfounded by your new gooey appearance, Robin was left speechless as he wracked his brain trying to figure out what just happened. In one moment, you were shrieking in pain, violently shaking with involuntary movements, the next your body became droopy and deformed before expanding to the point of bursting. This sudden change did reveal to both you and Robin a rather unprecedented discovery.

From head to toe, your body bolstered protoplasmic physiology, tying along swimmingly with the anthropomorphic being your demi-human form gave you. Almost ectoplasmic in its unique composition, the slime-like puddle had retained its previous mass, becoming much bigger than it otherwise would have. Resembling akin to that of mystic clay or mud, your body somehow carried many traits akin to that of a Golem. Right down to that it was as amorphous as it was gelatinous.

It would seem that Adam Kadmon was tied to the creation of life from clay and/or was the perfect “golem”. Something that your body was remodeled to be inherent upon being brought back from the dead. And further modified upon intaking and retaining the divine providence as well as the totality of the Ohr (Light) or divine emanation from your empowered silvery white-haired form. Adding in the extremity of the Pleroma in its entirety and the prospect of your anthropomorphic demi-human form,

Which in retrospect made since you are the human incarnation of the avatar spirit. The living embodiment of the light which transcends all other lights, such a moldable form was needed to hold and retain such Aeons. Hell, there was the whole Ein Sof (infinity), the divine source that renewed your Pleroma and the cornerstone of many god-like mysticisms such as the divine spark pervading your entire being. As well as the association of the phenomenon Ruah/Ruach, or Prana, basically the breath of life.

Going by all of that, being currently made of earthly materials such as clay, ablet divine wasn’t a bad ordeal. Of course, for it to be that you would have to reform from your liquid residue state. Easier said than done as while your body was out of it, your mind was currently being held by this demonic entity. How did you not notice that you were being traced, much less being watched prior? It was just like with Robin only countless times worse. Just what exactly was with this city?

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>>5471348
“I smell divinity coming from you. A god-like arcane power residing within you.” The demonic figure spoke, sensing the divine light surging from your astral body. “How unfortunate that you had to come to Gotham of all places. A word of warning, this is a magical hotbed for the supernatural and paranormal, especially dark magic. Courtesy of Doctor Gotham, the warlock who’s been entombed in these lands for centuries. Making it the best place for dark and chaotic magic among supernatural phenomena. “

“Neither the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh, nor its derivatives siblings the Sefer HaRazim (Book of Secrets), and Sefer Yetzirah (Book of Creation) will be in your reach to take. Much less the Mafteah Shelomoh (Key of Solomon) and the Clavicula Salomonis Regis (The Lesser Key of Solomon). The Ars Magica ("The Art of Magic") may have been imprinted on you, but you are a far cry from achieving its real powers.” The demonic entity Gothika taunts, all the while the mark of the beast was starting to materialize over your puddle. Symbolizing the takeover.

Before the mark could fully form, bringing with it the true archons Hysterema (deficiency) of the Demiurge. A lion symbol started to form, overlapping the mark and suppressing the leviathan symbol that was forming in response to the mark of the beast. The massive puddle of porcelain mud starts to steam and bake, practically boiling from righteous anger over the sacrilegious transgression committed. Slowly forming into the Lion of Judah as it assimilates the beast mark into itself with ferocious vigor.

Meanwhile back in your metaverse, you felt a familiar power brimming within. Filling you with strength beyond what you are normally capable of. Simultaneously changing your form as it becomes more bestial in response, specifically sprouting traits associated with the mighty lion. Likewise, your aura also took upon those traits, strengthening your aureoles in the process into a genuine divine halo wheel. Even your eyes would change as the pupil becomes slit like a cat’s, symbolizing your berserker fury.

Grabbing the two arms, you start pushing them back as you exert monstrous beast-like strength. “I’m not letting you impede my path, nor letting you take my damn body.” You growl, exposing a lion’s canines as your hair was bristling alongside your body. It was in a flyaway style from its wild disposition.

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>>5471394
“W-What is thi-” Before Gothika could speak any further, you let thunderous bellow. Exerting extreme pressure so strong that it effectively evicted the demonic being from your mental space and forcibly solidating into physical, materialized form back within the real world. Accompanied by an equally powerful backlash, sending jolts throughout its core to the point of paralyzation.

With that your mind immediately relinks with your body, returning you to the present. To which you saw Robin currently on the defensive, holding out his metal staff in light of the sudden appearance of Gothika. Who has from the look at it taken a feminine form, ironically resembling a virtually perfect copy of your own, with its features overlapping it? Not that it would make them happy as they shot daggers at being forcibly ejected and stunned by the divine light.

At this very moment, your body was starting to regain its definition and tone. Slowly but surely reforming its shapely form, regaining those sinuous yet statuesque features along with its beefy bulk. Not only that but those same traits you displayed back in the metaverse were also sprouting as you remold yourself. It was like clinching up a muscle on top of doing some contortionist stretches. Yet reshaping and contouring your body was surprisingly easy for you, almost the same as breathing.

Soon enough you were now on all fours, taking a predator stance like that of a crouching lion or tiger. That primal, beast-like rage has once again welled up inside you, enclothing you along with your aura. Gothika can only watch with distress upon essentially awakening the sleeping lion within you.

>Beat Gothika into submission with your bare hands. You will conquer her and bend her to your will.
>Restrain Gothika thoroughly by speaking her real name as a demon via invocation.
>Banish Gothika from the premise by speaking her real demon name.
>Grab Robin by the tail and escape from your location as you teleport to where the Grimoire is. You'll deal with this later.
>Write-in

And what place do you choose where Nocturna and Gentleman Ghost are?
>The Heart of Devil's Square
>The Monarch Theater Park Row
>Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village

Forgot
>Invoke the Star of David to enshroud you and Robin in a barrier as you try to calm your righteous fury and think of both a plan and where you stand with your newfound beast side.

>>5470396
And this is still in effect btw.

>>5471084
Forgot to mention in my previous reply that he's still leaving today. Helping you doesn't change that.

>>5471399
>Beat Gothika into submission with your bare hands. You will conquer her and bend her to your will.

And what place do you choose where Nocturna and Gentleman Ghost are?
>Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village

>>5471399
>Beat Gothika into submission with your bare hands. You will conquer her and bend her to your will.
>Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village

>>5471399
>>Banish Gothika from the premise by speaking her real demon name.
>Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village

>>5471399
>Banish Gothika from the premise by speaking her real demon name.
>Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village

>>5471494
>>5471530
>>5471692
>>5471998
Going to mix these two together, so with that start giving me some rolls. 6d100+10

Rolled 71, 34, 100, 2, 37, 81 + 10 = 335 (6d100 + 10)

>>5472118

Rolled 38, 3, 79, 66, 60, 83 + 10 = 339 (6d100 + 10)

>>5472118

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>>5472258
>Nat 100
>2 again
Once again dancing on the edge of danger to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. As expected of the Descendent of Samson, the Jewish Hercules. Complete with his own version of the Nemean lion and Golden Girdle (Holy Girdle of Thomas)

Rolled 59, 64, 37, 91, 94, 40 = 385 (6d100)

>>5472118

Rolled 7, 79, 56, 70, 4, 45, 42 = 303 (7d100)

>>5472258
>>5472399
>>5472279
71/100, 64/100, 100/100, 91/100, 94/100, 83/100. With that well-placed 666, we're in for a wild time with the Conquering Lioness of Judah. Writing

>>5472425
what was the +10?

>>5472542
A boost, I just labeled the regular numbers to document on the nat hundred. Really it would be
81/100, 74/100, 110/100, 101/100, 104/100, 93/100. Which by all accounts is insanely lucky and will carry over benefits wise in the future but still

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>>5472547
“That wasn’t very ladylike of you. Ejecting me from your mind with such explosive force and sheer intensity.” Gothika remarks, rubbing her cheek with disdain, especially at having been overwhelmed by such a whelp.

Taking the bait from the provocateur, you merely curl your pillowy plump lips before taking on a beastly scowl. “That’s my line, you bitch. How dare you try and possess my body! Superseding me like my soul’s quintessence is a mere meal for you to gorge on before you use my flesh and blood like a skinsuit.” You growled, showing more of your elongated canines as you remain on all fours.

Seeing exactly what the demon is going for, Robin proceeds to stand behind you as he takes a fighting stance. “Stay calm, down let yourself get swept into that thing’s pace.”

“Aww, how cute. Your boyfriend is coming to your aid. But you’d have to be foolish to think a mere mortal with a metal stick is going” Before Gothika could speak any further, you let out another thunderous bellow, this time sounding exactly like an enraged lion. The tumultuous roar carried with extreme centrifugal force, emitting through a concussive blast no different than a high-powered cannon. Thus, hitting the dark-haired female Fatale with the same kinetic force as a speeding bullet train as she was forcibly expelled from the facilities.

“Woah...” Robin muttered, taken aback by the ferocious display of explosive force and its sheer intensity. "Remind me to not tick you off.”

Almost cracking at the quip, you immediately turn to look at Robin. Giving him a much softer but still fierce glance from your berserker lioness eyes. “Robin, with all due respect, please don’t interfere. I can’t promise that as I am right now that I won’t lash out at anything or anyone that gets within striking distance.”

You weren’t doubting Robin’s strength as you said those words. Even now you could sense he was the embodiment of the peak human condition, the pinnacle of what a regular human at his age can achieve. Further honed by the years of experience and innate talent he accumulated throughout his life with Batman. It wouldn’t be surprising if he had absolute control of his body and all of its functions as a result. And his mind and spirit were just as indomitable as his physical prowess perceived.

So, for you to say those words could only mean one thing. You want to take Gothika entirely on your own. Confidence was one thing, but arrogance was another. It was hard to say if you were truly full of yourself or just acting out of genuine concern over your newly made friend. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two in some fashion. Either way, you wouldn’t feel an iota of satiation if you didn’t do this. For your peace of mind, you knew that you had to take Gothika down, with your strength alone. Whatever it takes.

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>>5472682
Picking up on that, Robin immediately collapses his Metal Staff before putting it back in his utility belt. “Got it, she’s all yours, but promise me this. You won't let yourself lose sight of who or what you are. I’m not a magic user, but even I can tell how much energy you’re giving off from your visible aura. As well as pick up on your hostility. I don’t have sympathy for a demon, but don’t end up becoming a bigger monster than the one you’re putting down.”

Easing up by just a tad, you curl your lips into a wide, genuine smile. Closing your eyes in earnest to counteract if not sedate the ferocity that bearing your lion-like teeth would display. “It’s a promise~”

With that you pounced towards your intended prey, bouncing against the surface with each kick you exert. Practically galloping on the air with how many strong kicks you exerted against the space. Each one carries resounding kinetic force and energy to solidify the air around you. It wasn’t on the level of a sonic boom, but that was primarily due to you holding back the full extent of your monstrously herculean strength. You promised Robin not to cause trouble and lose yourself to your primal rage.
That said, you could still feel that dark energy of Hysterema suffusing inside you. Although you stopped Gothika from achieving a full takeover, she still left a very strong imprint on you. The seal that had overlapped and assimilated was a total success. However, that didn’t change the fact that you felt its power festering inside you. Stockpiling copious amounts of energy, accumulating at an unprecedented rate. Seeping in deep within your core, to draw out dormant power and latent energies unknown to even yourself.

Almost as if this entire city and its dark atmosphere were funneling itself into you for fuel. Which considering what Gothika said about the warlock currently buried within the heart of Gotham. It made perfect sense why the magical hotbed would have such an effect and resonance with you. You were essentially a lightning rod to the chaotic, magical energies that permeate this city to this day. As if it had a life of its own, accompanied by the will of its owner as it influenced it thoroughly.

Taking notice of this only made you angrier, imminently making you think back to that time. The period where that man took your life, essentially destroying your everyday life and robbing you of your predestined future. Just thinking about it made your blood boil. You weren’t sure if the next time you saw him if you could control these destructive impulses fueled by dark, vengeful thoughts. At worst you might just end up killing him, the very thought was absolutely terrifying.

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>>5472898
Putting a pin on that for the moment, you forward your attention back to the present. Alerting yourself of the ambient power rushing in you, all the while reigning the overflowing ferocious life energy. Focusing your heightened senses on the target while channeling your righteous fury into respective areas with pinpoint focus. Keeping it from spreading wildly while allowing it to flow with swimmingly graceful fluidity. Resulting in explosive yet controlled short bursts of power and energy.

Utilizing these in tandem you sprint at Gothika, immediately closing the gap between the two of you as you remain in the sky. Not giving her a chance to land against the pavement, you swing your right leg forward, kicking her right against the gut with no mercy. The force was enough to send her reeling with pain as you leave a sizeable dent in her gut. Still, you weren’t done yet as you forcibly flung the still-stunned demoness straight into the sky at terminal velocity.

In your enraged state, you weren’t in the right mindset to rely on your primary or even secondary colors from the rainbow elixir. No, the current level of your physical prowess was more than enough to tackle this threat. Therefore, as gently as a frolicking bunny but as ferocious as a roused lion, you start lunging forward back into the air. Briefly touching the ground and leaving just a lion’s print from your braced, practically bulging legs. Using their burgeoning power to once again close the distance between you and Gothika.

Swiftly yet meticulously you start throwing a series of rapid volleys, pummeling the demoness from all sides. A punch to the gut, a left jab to the lower waist, an axe kick to the neck, and so many more to come. The flurry of blows kept the demon staggered and disoriented as they just kept coming. Like a lightning blitzkrieg, your relentless assault continues to dish rapid, overwhelming force. Each onslaught of blows hit a highly valued spot, further cementing Gothika’s fate as she was rendered helpless.

By the time you had finally stopped the two of you were tens of thousands of feet into the air. The rushes of your attacks carried with them tremendous strength as well as explosive force. Each one propels Gothika higher and higher, leaving your free limbs to jettison yourself further to keep up. The majority of it comes from your newly sprouted tail, bolstering even more monstrous strength despite its lanky yet sturdy stature. Looking more like a serpent than a lion’s tail.

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>>5472963
Finally reaching the level where you could be as brutal as you want, you pounce right on top of Gothika. Clenching your lionfied palms against her shoulders, wrapping your thunder thighs against her hips, using your lionfied paws as additional bracers. Looking down at the battered and bloodied gothic demon sent your blood into a flurry as your heart was pumping with divine adrenaline. The animal soul that your beastly side represented was stirred into a frenzy, held back only by your divine soul’s will.

“There’s no escape for you now. Submit or else.” You demand, letting all your hostility flow unabated to further intimidate her.

“Don’t...Don’t you dare get cocky with me, human!” Gothika stammered, slowly catching her breath as her physical form was spazzing from the onslaught of heavy blows. “Just because we’re out of the range of the warlock’s malicious presence, doesn’t mean that you have me yielding. Once I’ll recover from these wounds, I’ll break-” Before she could speak further, you merely tightened your grip. Practically causing her bones to creak and groan as they were dislocated from the immense pressure.

“Gah!” Gothika howls, gritting her teeth as you stare down at her.

“I am the conquering lion. Like a said lion I crouch and lie down, like a lioness—who dares to rouse me?! In other words, I have you at check. So, give up and repent your folly and the actions it brought. Do it now and the queen of heaven Asherah will be merciful. So don’t underestimate me or try my patience.” You spoke, showing a deeper and rougher tone while also being a dual-echo. The second voice gives off a more divine pitch and tone.

Glaring intensely at you, Gothika lunges her head forward to you. Invading your personal space as she was definitely resisting you upon hearing that name. "Asherah?! Don’t get so full of yourself just because you have emerged as the lion of Judah, human!”

“YOU WILL SUBMIT TO ME, ASTAROTH! "You roared, damaging her even further with your invocation. Saying the name was having quite an effect on their physical form, hurting far worse than the flurry of blows you dished out.

“Damn you...how do you know that name.” Having now been sizzled by divine bolts of lightning, Gothika was looking tremendously pale and weary.


“Don’t make me repeat myself Astaroth. I am the conquering, victorious queen that would descend from Judah’s lineage. The queen of heaven, capable of rending the very heavens asunder and shattering the earth with its mighty quakes. You will acknowledge thy name of Asherah/Astarte. And you will submit to me.” “RIGHT NOW!”

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>>5472984
*A divine light envelops you as you invoke the power of invocation at Gothika. Practically becoming translucent as shackles begin to wrap around her body. Cementing the domination and remote banishment as you prepare to scream. Cementing the poor demon's fate.* <--(placed between the space after submit to me and right now)

“...How humiliating. Force to submit to an avatar made out of divine clay for a group of higher beings, mere mortal-born figures playing God.” Clenching her teeth to the point of bleeding, the demon soon relents with a hateful stare. “Fine, you win. You conquered me. For now. But do know, your invocation won’t last forever. At the first moment of weakness, I will break out of these shackles of authority, and swallow you whole. So don’t think I’ll play the part of a good familiar...you fucking brat.”

>Let Astaroth disappear into the shadows by the banishment. You'll deal with her later.
>Thoroughly crush Astaroth's resistance as you will mold her into a proper familiar.
>Siphon Astaroth's power and regress her into a much weaker form for the time being.
>Keep lashing out against Astaroth till you can reign in your fury. Killing two birds with one stone.
>Invoke the Star of David to enshroud Astaroth a barrier as you try to calm your righteous fury and think of both a plan and where you stand with your newfound beast side.
>Write-In

Also, what do you do afterward?
>Take Robin with you to Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village as you toughen out the negative effects Gotham has on you.
>Take Robin to Greenwich Village to ask for the assistance of Madam Xanadu, especially with dealing with Doctor Gothem's presence.
>Head to the Sacred Marty Church yourself and forcibly take back your book.
>Get away from Gotham for the time being with Robin. This isn't something you can handle as you are now.
>Write-in

>>5473007
>>Invoke the Star of David to enshroud Astaroth a barrier as you try to calm your righteous fury and think of both a plan and where you stand with your newfound beast side.
>Take Robin with you to Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village as you toughen out the negative effects Gotham has on you.

>>5473007
>Keep lashing out against Astaroth till you can reign in your fury. Killing two birds with one stone.

>Take Robin with you to Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village as you toughen out the negative effects Gotham has on you.

>>5473007
>Keep lashing out against Astaroth till you can reign in your fury. Killing two birds with one stone.

Also, what do you do afterward?
>Take Robin with you to Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village as you toughen out the negative effects Gotham has on you.

>>5473007
>Keep lashing out against Astaroth till you can reign in your fury. Killing two birds with one stone.

>Take Robin with you to Sacred Martyr Church of Gotham Village as you toughen out the negative effects Gotham has on you.

Rolled 66, 13, 78, 34, 31, 62, 91 = 375 (7d100)

>>5473149
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>>5473570
>>5473125
Looks like rage has taken over against reason. And we're bombing right into enemy territory. Writing. You can give me a roll of 4d100 if you want.

Rolled 59, 49, 76, 13 = 197 (4d100)

>>5473698

Rolled 52, 18, 67, 87 = 224 (4d100)

>>5473698

Rolled 5, 20, 52, 8 = 85 (4d100)

>>5473698

Rolled 87, 82, 10, 2 = 181 (4d100)

>>5473698

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>>5473961
87/100,82/100, 76/100, 87/100. Nice dubs. And more importantly, the animal soul is synching quite swimmingly with the divine soul. Finding a fluid stability in this foundation is born from a mutual interest. We won't be seeing a mindless beast or fevort berserker frenzy. Writing.

>>5474244
Sorry for the wait, but I'm about to be at the point of being more or less done with the post. But during writing it and doing some research, I ended up forgetting asking a choice for an important question. So I like to rectify that before posting the in story update for better coherency and consistency.

>Continue following our righteous fury and sway to the path of Vengeance and its Divine Wrath (Spectre Force)
>Fully quell our righteous fury to go beyond it in order to follow the path of Mercy and its all-encompassing Divine Love (Radiant Force)
>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)

Also where do you stand on your divinity (Think Carefully)
>Fully Ascend to Demi-Goddess Status
>Remain at your current state as an Divine Demi-human (Adam Kadmon's anthropomorphic nature)
>Regress back to a mere Divine Vessel once this is over to regain your total humanity.

>>5474998
>>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)

>>Regress back to a mere Divine Vessel once this is over to regain your total humanity.
Were a tad insecure about having lost our humanity, we turned into a clay puddle in front of Robin on the first date

>>5474998>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)
>Remain at your current state as an Divine Demi-human (Adam Kadmon's anthropomorphic nature)

>>5474998
>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos
>Remain at your current state as an Divine Demi-human (Adam Kadmon's anthropomorphic nature)

>>5474998
>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)
>Regress back to a mere Divine Vessel once this is over to regain your total humanity.

>>5474998
>>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)
>>Regress back to a mere Divine Vessel once this is over to regain your total humanity.

>>5474998
>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)
>Regress back to a mere Divine Vessel once this is over to regain your total humanity.

>>5474998
>Take the harder path by accepting the Faculties of both Vengeance and Mercy that reside within you. (Balancer of Order and Chaos)
>Fully Ascend to Demi-Goddess Status

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>>5475483
Alright, that's long enough. So we're fully set on the Balancer path by mixing and harmonizing the Spectre and Radiant Force into a properly blended concoction. Good, good.

As for the divinity, it looks like the majority wants to remain fully human like Billy Batson and Kurt Nelson, instead of demihumans like Zatanna, Cheetah, and Raven, or a Demi-God like Wonder Woman (Diana, Cassandra, Yara Flor, etc.). I will keep the other votes in mind as your transformed state will retain both the Adam Kadmon and Lion of Judah keys as part of the Balancer of Order and Chaos setup. But for the actual demigoddess, if you change your mind you're gonna have to undergo an actual trial/challenge for it since unlike the latter it isn't merely suppressed and still residing in your makeup. And this moment has closed that gate, for now.

At the very least you get your original body back.

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>>5473698
>>5475747
Perhaps her defiance was the worst choice that Gothika could have made then. Although she did submit to you, albeit reluctantly, she had to ruin it by metaphorically spitting in your face. Now granted you’re running mainly on instinct, courtesy of the manifested Lion of Judah. Known best as the victorious conqueror that has absolute power and authority over all of creation. Just as impervious as the Nemean Lion via divine protection, while being just as radiant as the sun itself.

Truthfully, it would’ve probably saved her from a world of hurt if she had just relented without a fuss. As Gothika, no as Astaroth would, unfortunately, learn upon staring at you. Eyes now that piercing gaze was “darker than wine” and those lion’s teeth are "whiter than milk.” Both the blessing of Jacob and Samson coursed through your veins, just like the intense, explosive emotions you were currently feeling. Giving way to this ferocious, hulking mass of muscular might.

Clinching the muscles in your arms as well as your legs, tensing them up like forged steel, you sharpen your focus upon readying your next assault. This was causing them to swell up until they were at least twice the size they'd been before. Soon enough those springy muscles despite their burgeoning bulk soon sprang into action upon heading their sweet spot threshold. Immediate, you let out a strong impulse from your feet, hitting Gothika with a powerful sonic boom-like concussive force as you went upwards.

Forcibly kicking off the air’s surface, at least ten times in the blink of an eye, you shoot upwards into the air before ricocheting across the sky towards Gothika. Each rebound builds more momentum and kinetic energy for you to abuse. In a flash you once again caught up with Gothika, resuming your previous ongoing onslaught before, starting with a swift straight punch to the gut. It was just as heavy as it was dense like forged steel. You were practically staggering the gothic demon further with each strike.

These relentless attacks carried with them the full-frontal force of your monstrously herculean strength. Being so high in the sky meant you didn’t have to worry about wanton destruction or the other cases of repercussions such a display would bring. Had you done this to a regular human, metahuman or otherwise, you would’ve been more conscious about the ramifications. But since Gothika was a demon and a very strong one you could go all out without concern.

Con

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>>5475813
With each blow, you feel that it was better than the last. Becoming sharper, more focused, faster, and even hitting harder than the last. It was as if you were improving, responding vigorously to the emotional stimuli that your aggressive state was giving. All the while, your body began to show improvements as well, not just raw technique or general efficiency. Strength continues growing in all aspects, muscles growing larger and larger from the deluging of energy.

Somehow you were growing more powerful and exuberant by the second, almost by the rising sun. Continuing to usher bolstering brute strength and raw energy perpetually. It was different compared to the empowering corruption that Gotham has on you. You weren’t merely consuming the darker essences and their accoupling emotions, converting it as fuel to empower yourself. It flowed directly into you, treating you as a mere capacitor as you siphon and imbibe it.

If you weren’t currently enraged and thus diving into your more primal bestiary, you would’ve picked up on this key fact. Like Gawain from Arthurian legend, your current power as the Lion of Judah seems to tie itself to a day and night cycle. It would ultimately wax and wane with the sun, only reaching its highest during high noon. Unlike Gawain however, you had the additional periods of Sunrise and Sunset to manifest the explosiveness of escalation in martial and physical prowess.

Samson was both a sun and a shield, just like the name he inherited from the lord. So, it's only natural that your transformed state would be conveyed as the conduit for both the sun and that of the Nemean Lion as the Lion of Judah. Such was the indomitable nature as an avatar of God, doubly so with Samson’s blessing coursing through your veins. So, with the aeons of Jacob having been forwarded to you through the Pleroma, it practically tripled. Causing the holy spirit within you to thrive as the embodiment of the queen of the heavens.

Con

>>5475817
With Sunset approaching, the magnificent rays of the sun suffused inside you at explosively escalating degrees. With your current enraged state added to the mix, it was no different than if it was high noon. At this point your hands were encased in a golden flame, your silky silvery white hair becoming white-hot as it transitions into a fiery yet flowing golden white. The aureoles are now emitting a vibrant, fiery, electric golden aura, a solid contrast to the blazing orange aura of before.

Those heavy blows meanwhile were enough to cause Gothika’s brain to bounce around in her head. Disorienting her sense of perception as well as her general senses. Such negative effects on her equilibrium made it all the harder trying to muster any ounce of strength. If she was back in Gotham she could recover fast enough. Unfortunately, she was surrounded by the imperium of divinity, creating a makeshift heavenly realm within this airspace. Effectively eliminating any chance of demonic intervention.

Demonstrating such a beastly display of brute force and explosive strength, you once again resume the ferocity you displayed previously. You were effectively forcing Gothika to truly submit and know her place, while also aiming to quell the white-hot fury that festered within you. The process of which was easier said than done as you come to realize with each relenting blow. The righteous fury you felt has essentially awakened into a ferocious beast, embodying the very symbol that was currently empowering you.

Taming this beast born from the Lion of Judas residing in your heart was a herculean task on its own. Only made worse by the assimilated mark of the beast rousing up your darker emotions. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you could even quell it, much less purify it without purging your lingering thoughts of vengeance. In a way, this was your take on the divine wrath that is the Spectre Force, possibly from exposure to the real deal. The Pleroma being connected to the source only made that more plausible.

However, even with the divine wrath and vengeance going hand and hand with your current transformation state. There was also the prospect of forgiveness and redemption residing within as evidenced when Phantom Stranger gave you an opportunity from your previous encounter with the Spectre. Hence the Lion of Judah and its duality embedded upon consuming the Mark of the Beast. For where there’s Spectre, there was also the Radiant Force to counteract as God’s Mercy and Love.

Con

>>5475892
Eventually, after exerting yourself relentlessly, you finally reach a state of compromise between the two forces coursing in you. Using love to balance out vengeance, your eyes start to relax as you regain composure. Reaching a sort of tranquil fury upon letting out your pent-up aggression. With Gothika deliberately and thoroughly trounced, you took to using the invocation to banish Gothika into a dimensional space in your shadow. You didn’t want her to recover quickly from such a beating.

With the threat taken care of and you finding yourself able to retain your reason, you took to adjust your trajectory. Tensing your forged steel leg muscles once again, you brace yourself for what comes next upon aligning where Robin was currently located. Through one mighty kick, you proceed to sling yourself through the air, speeding forward like a shooting star. Leaving a powerful sonic boom-like shockwave above as you make your way toward Robin.

Quickly inhaling massive quantiles of air mid-flight, practically pushing your ample chest up a few cups in the process, you held a mighty breath. Waiting for the precise moment before expelling that excess gas in a safe direction in its explosive blast form. Doing so at the right time meant you could instantly stop your descent without suffering recoil from the abrupt cancelation of momentum. More importantly, it didn’t result in you destroying the entire observatory with your speedy descent.

Having stopped yourself mere moments before hitting the observatory, you swooped down to the rails through an aerial flip, flaunting your aerobics gained from gymnastics. Landing on all fours in front of Robin, you waggled your newfound tail as you smiled at the Boy Wonder. Acting more feline-like as you instinctively remain in your transformed state, protecting yourself from the malevolent of Doctor Gotham’s quintessence. “See~ I handled that perfectly without losing myself.”

Finding himself smiling in tow, Robin gave an approving look as he pets his head. “Yes, I can see that. I had to use the satellites to watch your fight from the outside. The telescope wasn’t fast enough to keep up with your lightning-fast movements.”

“Excellent, then I don’t need to explain myself over what happened.” Quickly turning your back to Robin, you adjust your arms to assume the piggyback maneuver. You stare at him with a confident, starry-eyed look. “Anyway, get on. It’ll be faster to reach the Sacred Martyr Church like this instead of traveling on your motorcycle or swinging.”

Having been such a look of reassurance, if not intimidating from how overly zeal you were currently being, Robin ultimately relents before hopping on the taller woman’s broad back. Giving himself a moment to secure himself while avoiding touching things that he shouldn’t. “Alright, lead the way.”

Con

>>5475895
With that you brace yourself for another powerful jump, ascending high into the air like a speeding missile. Once again you went on to kick the air, exerting powerful gusts of air and shockwaves as you bounced around with an energetic spring in your hops. You are weaving and bobbing through your surroundings, ricocheting with more strength than the last as you build up momentum. All the while remaining perfectly aware as you take off like the graceful yet proud lioness of this concrete jungle.

At the rate you were going it would take you before the end of sunset to make your way to your destination. And yet, there was still an air of uncertainty that permeated the area. You weren’t sure if it was intuition or just jumpy nerves due to still being on an adrenaline high. Compared to moments ago, you were far more agitated if not full-blown driven into a frenzy from the effects of Gotham. And while it was still affecting you poorly, you were more or less still assured of yourself.

You have this new form to thank, which makes your current feeling somewhat bittersweet. Even if you now held apprehensions over what you were becoming as you felt more akin to a beast than a human being. You knew that you needed this protection to get through Gotham. Astaroth may have been dealt with, but that didn’t rid the city of its darker influence. You couldn’t let your guard down, especially with the sun fast approaching to disappear for the night.

>Try to end this quickly by speeding to the Church and striking at your enemies with your strongest strikes
>Keep your composure and merely start to siphon precious sunlight for the upcoming battle as you make it by nightfall.
>Ask for Robin's opinion on what the two of you should do as you take a supportive role in the Boy Wonder.
>Try to reach the church before the end of the sunset but stay on the defensive upon arriving. Let them come to you.
>Write-In

>>5475319
>Date?
Playing with Fire, aren't we? Poor Starfire.

>>5475902
>>Keep your composure and merely start to siphon precious sunlight for the upcoming battle as you make it by nightfall.

>>5475902
>Keep your composure and merely start to siphon precious sunlight for the upcoming battle as you make it by nightfall.

>>5475902
>>Ask for Robin's opinion on what the two of you should do as you take a supportive role in the Boy Wonder.

>>5475902
>Ask for Robin's opinion on what the two of you should do as you take a supportive role in the Boy Wonder.

>>5475902
>>Ask for Robin's opinion on what the two of you should do as you take a supportive role in the Boy Wonder.
...and explain to him that you'd like to...
>>Keep your composure and merely start to siphon precious sunlight for the upcoming battle as you make it by nightfall.

>>5475903
It was a figure of speech. We can share Starfire. Poly doesn't work without at least half the people involved being bi.

Rolled 43, 33, 17, 4, 1, 82, 95 = 275 (7d100)

>>5475909
>>5475918
>>5475952
>>5476548
>>5476667
Alright, we have our answer. A mix of the two choices with equal priority. Fine with me. You can roll if you desire, but it isn't necessary. For those that do, give me a 4d100

Rolled 10, 38, 75, 91 = 214 (4d100)

>>5476802
rolling for photosynthesis

Rolled 94, 11, 1, 97 = 203 (4d100)

>>5476802

Rolled 6, 9, 18, 53 = 86 (4d100)

>>5476802

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>>5476835
>>5476802
>Two Nat 1s
Welp everyone is getting fucked. Gotham really isn't too kind to the magical side, be it divinity or supernatural. But don't fret, this won't warrant death or the worst-case scenario. I firmly believe that even moments like this can give opportunity. As do the Lords of Chaos

>>5476885
I should also mention this going forward.
>A nat 100 can cancel out a Nat 1 (Artificial 100 or a Nat 99 can only alleviate it), but a Nat 1 cannot cancel out a Nat 100. Only invoke something "extra" to happen.

>>5476802
>>5476804
>>5476835
>>5476854
On one hand, you strongly believed that if you truly exerted yourself, you could easily close the distance between you and both Nocturna and the Gentleman’s Ghost. Reaching the distance long before the sunset coming to a close, leaving in its place the dusk before dawn. Doing so would ensure that you would remain in your empowered lioness state. No doubt having more than enough firepower to handle whatever the two could throw at you with little challenge. Just like with Gothika.

However, you took to think this through upon compression your awareness and pushing your heightened senses to their limits. Giving you plenty of time in your slowed-down internal temporal clock to really think this through. To mull over the pros and cons presenting to you before making a decisive decision. All the while giving yourself a mental pat on the shoulders for being able to think as fast as you currently display. Being an egghead certainly carried its benefits.

So, with that, you begin to think long and hard. Simultaneously calming your frenzied nerves, pushing to sedate their otherwise demonic fervor that gave birth to the explosive intensity of your ferociousness. This was still Gotham, a place that you were coming to realize was not safe for those with any inkling of magic or mysticism. Something that while divine in nature, you still have in spades. Especially when recollecting how you were turned into a sentient clay puddle by Gothika’s invasion earlier.

The more you thought about it, the more the answer becomes clear to you. Whether it was through instinctive knowledge or from subduing and forming a familiar pact with Gothika. You hold the key to understanding the exact cause of your anxiety with this city. From the Lazarus pit to Doctor Gotham’s restless spirit, this city has a penchant for attracting the absolute worst as a magical hotbed. But there was one more factor that added to this unholy magical trinity. Slaughter Swamp.

Narrowing your brow, you glance deeply at your surroundings, still hopping vigorously against the air. “Say, Robin...” You mutter, sounding serious despite trying to be your chipper self. "Do you know exactly how to handle this upcoming situation? Like what’s our game plan.”

Con

>>5477394
Pondering this as he took notice of your change in demeanor, Robin soon cracks a sly smile. “Plan? I was going in with the expectation you were going to go all Wonder Woman on me and slug the bad guys while throwing quips. Maybe even manifesting action bubbles. That or unleashing the beast and ferociously crushing them like a supped-up Wildcat.”

Cracking into a bit of a laugh, you tilt your head to meet Robin, looking at him eye to eye. Holding back the urge to smile, but gradually failing at that. “Don’t be a smartass. I was running on a rush of adrenaline and pent-up aggression. I don’t exactly think going berserk and hulking out is best for either of us. Especially with the sun setting.”

“The sun, like you’re drawing power from it?” Robin asks, cocking a brow in surprise.

“Yeah, somehow the sun is giving me strength. Empowering me with divinity and strength on all fronts.” You remark, turning your head back to the sunset, watching it fade a bit more with each passing second. “I don’t know why but it feels like ever since I transformed like this, I’ve gained a very strong connection to the sun. I don’t know how effective I’d be with any other celestial bodies though. Might give me diminishing gains or none at all. Then there’s the type of sun to consider, though I feel like it’s an all-encompassing effect regardless of its type. But I can’t be sure until I’d experience it firsthand.”

“So, a mystic superman, or in your case superwoman.” Robin pointed out, gesturing to the sun before making the s symbol via air writing.

“A super-what? You exclaim, raising your brow upward while cocking your other eye to a more lidded look for a disoriented confused expression. Followed by an exaggerated “huh” sound.

“You don’t know superman? That’s really shocking considering how famous he and many of the other superheroes are.” Quickly the Boy Wonder reached for his utility belt, pulling out a smartphone before surfing through to pull a picture of the man of steel himself. Immediately showing it to you with a public biography.

Looking through it rather half-heartedly, you quickly puffed your chest and soon cheeks with a resulting pout. Turning your head from robbing before closing your eyes with a resounding “harumph”. “Well, I don’t. I’ve been too busy focusing on my research to pay attention to that sort of stuff. I might’ve heard a thing or two, but I don’t retain the knowledge. I have enough to remember as it is.”

“Ah, so you’re one of those people who when getting into the zone, drown out everything else around them to stay focused. I can relate to that.” Trying his best to cheer you up, he quickly changes the subject.

>>5477598
Deciding to keep quiet for a bit, you think back to the stew of thoughts previously had. Hiding your face within such luscious, if not voluminous golden locks. “I was a total idiot. How did I not notice it before.”

“Notice what exactly?” Choosing not to quip, Robin instead took a more serious experience.

“This entire city, its tainted with the remnants of that warlock, Doctor Gotham. Faint traces of his essence deeply resonate with this dark and gloomy city. Using the quiescence of his wandering soul to spread the quintessence through the city’s ley lines. It’s almost like a beacon for the supernatural as well as the paranormal, especially the darker side. It’s drenched with malice and madness, corrupting whomever that are exposed to such negativity. Practically preying on the weak-willed and easily influenced. Clearly some sort of malice aforethought in retaliation to his death and burial on these unhallowed grounds. “

“That would explain monsters like Solomon Grundy, Copperhead, and the cult of Barbatos, especially Simon Hurt. You know on top of Nocturna and the Gentleman’s Ghost.”

“Wait you fought Nocturna and Gentleman's Ghost.” You asked, genuinely shocked at the news. Barbatos was equally important, especially after fighting a grand duke previously, but you choose to prioritize your targets first.

“Me? Personally no, not directly at least. My mentor dealt with them during his early years. Of course, Nocturna based on your description was far different back then. She wasn’t an actual vampire, just someone with alabaster skin and sharp fangs.” Robin explained. “So back to Doctor Gotham or whatever. Do you really think he’s the sole reason why there’s so much corruption and malice? I would find that hard to believe, had I not seen you previously kick essentially demon butt like that just now. Among other things.

“I don’t know. It feels like it given how dense and overpowering it is.” As you say this you feel a sharp pain throbbing on your forehead. Causing you to quickly clinch your head for a moment, leaving your free arm and tail to keep Robin holstered against your back. “Ugh, it hurts just being in this place. Previously I was only feeling strong fits of anxiety, almost to the point of nausea. But it was far more manageable compared to what I’m feeling now, a pale comparison to the fits of rage currently festering inside of me. It’s like every cell in my body is screaming at me. Telling me with all of its might to leave this city as soon as possible.”

“An extreme case of your newly bolstered primal instincts,” Robin notes, stroking his chin as he digests all the information. “In that case, we have to get that grimoire back. The soon we get it and get you out of Gotham the better.”

Con

>>5477664
“Agreed, I have no intention of overstaying my welcome. I really wish The Phantom Stranger would warn me about this danger. Test or not, this is certainly pushing the threshold of my patience. "You bemoaned, resuming having your dominant hand in the act of holding Robin.

“Would that really have stopped you?” Robin queries, already knowing the answer but having to say it regardless.

“No, it wouldn’t. But I would probably ask to go somewhere to bolster my resistance to it. Like Madame Xanadu or whatever this person's name is. Remind me after this is over to pay a visit, maybe she has some sort of spell that could help me with my problems back home.” You reflect, puffing a bit further as you pouted at the closest thing to a mentor being extremely cryptic when he didn’t need to be.

“Gotcha. Anyway, I have a plan on how to deal with both the Gentleman’s Ghost and Nocturna.” With an aura of confidence, Robin smiles at you, slowly leaning over to whisper the details to you.

Nodding well in response to his idea, you feel yourself easing up. “Yeah, I like it. You have my full support in enacting it. So, let's go. "With that you took a mighty leap, speeding up just a tad faster than before. Nightfall was coming but you couldn’t sit back and wait for any longer after being pumped up from listening to Robin’s foolproof plan. It was about time you got what was yours back.


“Well look what we have here. A fine specimen waltzing her way to Gotham of all places. Most peculiar indeed.” As you were traveling at top speed towards the church, nearly about to hit the destination. Time would immediately come to a halt, the vibrant lights and their colors gradually fading. Giving way to a dull monochrome of pure black and white, with hints of grey blending in between. Both you and Robin were no different as you were rendered motionless. Only having time to hear the mysterious voice echoing in your mind before time was frozen completely.

Emerging from the shine of the sunset’s horizon and the start of dusk came the silhouette of a young girl, no younger than nine years old but carrying an aura of being much older than she looks. The shadowy, ethereal silhouette soon wanes to reveal the figure’s golden blond hair and crimson eyes. Adorned in clothing akin to a school uniform, consisting of a black blazer with a golden emblem over a white-collar shirt. Followed by a purple tie, matching skirt, knee-length white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes.

The strange woman stood from the remnants of the shadowy silhouette, using it as a platform to stand her ground. Her crimson eyes glow intensely, serving as the only “light” in the dreary bleached space where time has become null. Gazing at the Boy Wonder momentarily with an eerily sunny disposition, her eyes soon lock with yours. Imminently drawing what appears to be a ravishingly beautiful black diamond from her cuff, caressing it gently as she molds the structure into a holy nail.

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>>5477667
Displaying the utmost grace and precision, the blond girl adhered the stake-like nail to her palm. Immediately changing her hand to that of a knifehand gesture upon tensing the muscles to the point of reaching the same hardness as forged steel. Once ready, the blond girl proceeds to aim, quickly thrusting her hand directly into your chest soon after. Hitting the cusp that surrounds your thoracic cavity and heart, stopping at where the soul was located.

“With that, you owe me one... Therion.” Smiling softly at the act, the mysterious Caucasian girl of creamy beige, if not porcelain skin soon removed her hand from your chest. Having caressed the nail this time into a heart-shaped black diamond. The heart of darkness having been firmly planted against your core resumes remaining completely still for the time being. Resonating in tandem with the mark of the beast in unison, practically achieving total synchronization and thus remaining a singular signature.

Satisfied with her performance, she would place one hand on your chest, healing the wound left by her swift insertion. The other hand goes towards Robin, patting him on the chest as well. With this act color quickly begins to return to your body, along with both the sensation and perceptions awarded to the mind and its awareness. Before long both you and Robin could fully respond and resume the act of motion within this frozen space of space-time.

Quickly grabbing his bearings upon seeing the woman standing in front of them. Robin took a defensive guard, still perched against your back. “Who are you?”

Pausing for a bit, the blond-haired lady started to stroke her chin, tapping it a bit as she muses on her train of thought. Having already left both you and Robin’s striking range after granting sentiency and freedom of movement in this enclosed space. “That’s a tough question to answer. On the one hand, I am the vanguard of my fellow Lords of Chaos.” As she says this, her look sours a bit before resuming her courtly. “But, due to the intervention of the previous Amethyst, I am now Amy Winston as well. And though I’ve loathed mentioning this, by technicality it makes me a Lord of Order. Not a true Lord since her successor Amaya “Amy” Winston has inherited the title and power of Amethyst. But that’s a story for another time.”


“Robin. Why is there a sassy lost child currently impeding us from our mission?” You reply curtly, holding back the urge to instinctively roundhouse kick her. Followed by a series of bicycle kicks before finishing it off with a heavy axe kick.

“Hmm, Child huh?” Blinking widely for just a fraction of a second, the one who was also known as Amy began to laugh uproariously. A rather hearty one that while breaking her façade of grace and courtesy, was filled with genuine amusement and sincerity. “How peculiar for you to stumble onto mentioning the name that I’ve grown fond of since my first inclusion into this realm of existence. “

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>>5477678
“Though I prefer you to call me Child, I’ve come to accept this identity of Amy Winston. So, fill free to call me whatever you prefer.” Placing her left hand on her chest, resting it against her tie. Child resumed her cordial greeting with a smile, ignoring the hostile atmosphere that both you and Robin display. “After all, as much as she was a complete and utter nuisance to the very end, in my heart I deeply respect the woman. Both as my new anchor to this realm, and as my former adversary. “

“Could you get to the point, I don’t exactly like being kept from-” Before you could speak any further, Robin quickly interjects. Acting as the more levelheaded one out of the duo.

“For a supposed Lord of Chaos, you’re being quite polite and formal. Very unlike how I would imagine someone of your status would act. "Robin remarks. “So, what brings you here? I doubt it wasn’t for sightseeing.”

“This merger has been intrinsically woven into my very being despite the amalgamation’s intricating nature. I can’t return to how I once was, but I’m not so weak-willed to be influenced to the point of being enslaved by the personality and temperament of my new body.” Child explained, eyeing Robin closely as his calm composure perked her interest. “You’re sharp. I like that.”

“Anyway, to answer both of your questions, it's of course related to our little lioness right here. Not every day do you get to see the ascension of a potential Balancer of Order and Chaos coming into being. Much less that very same person on the cusp of becoming a genuine demi-goddess and being accepted as the bearer of the name Asherah while taming Asteroth/Astaroth. Tehom or should I say the leviathan Tiamat has chosen a fine candidate, even if she must currently be salty as hell that Asherah has gotten to you first.” Child said, pointing at you as you keep your distance from the Chaos Lord.

“For the record, try not to say a name so deeply intertwine with the Shem HaMephorash, especially if you don’t want to end up becoming a demi-goddess.” Leaning forward to you, Child kept her hands behind her back, giving a rather cheeky smile only a brattish gremlin would have.” Lucky for you, I’ve come to make a barge with you. Since I’m essentially your senior, I think it’s best if we consolidate our relationship on positive terms, perhaps even consummate it. After all, what if I told you that I can not only get you the books that Lil Astaroth was boasting were beyond your reach? But also acquire your original body back as well, so you don’t have to be stuck in this anthropomorphic demi-human form like Adam Kadmon. The Quintessence did well to revive you, but it is us lord who kept stock of your original body while proving them with the Clay of Gaea. The very same substance that was used to create Wonder Woman and her sister Nubia. So, I think you’ll be willing to listen to my offer.”

>>5477707
>Listen to what Child has to say before making your decision
>Hold your ground and defiantly taunt Child as you won't be made into her lapdog without a fight and will take your original body back.
>Ask Child to prove herself by helping you with your mission before any negotiations can start.
>Just accept the terms, but make it clear that Child has to work with you as proper partners. You won't settle for anything less.
>Try and ask for another lord to talk to instead. (Roll)
>Write-In

There's another prompt after this but I wanna get this section done first.

>>5477711
>>Hold your ground and defiantly taunt Child as you won't be made into her lapdog without a fight and will take your original body back.

>>5477711
>>Ask Child to prove herself by helping you with your mission before any negotiations can start.

>>5477711
>"Oh yeah, I always implicitly trust people who stick their hands down my chest and then offer to give me what I deeply desire."
>"You're not one for good first impressions."
>Ask Child to prove herself by helping you with your mission before any negotiations can start.