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You nodded.

“I get it. Family always comes first.”

Felicia's revelation was a bit surprising, but you weren't going to pry if she didn't want to go into details. Her relationship with her father was her personal business.

Felicia turned to face you, and you placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She seemed to brighten a bit at that.

“Aww, look at you getting all sentimental. But I guess I shouldn’t expect anything less from the guy that adopted a Korean kid.”

“I’m more like her guardian, but I get your point.”

Cat chuckled and sat up a bit.

“I shouldn’t be dropping my baggage at Hobie’s going-away party. We’ve gotta see him off with a smile.” she said, gingerly using her claws to turn the corners of her mouth up into a smile.

“I know, I know. It’s just…it’s just so hard to watch your baby bird leave the nest.”

You let out a sniffle and wiped an imaginary tear from your mask.

“I can come back later if you two need a minute.” said a familiar voice from behind.

You turned to find Hobie Brown, co-founder of the Desperados, and the soon-to-retired “Prowler”. He was wearing casual clothes in the style of a black and gray leather and wool varsity jacket, a slightly worn pair of blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers that shared the same color scheme as his outfit.

“Aww, he’s even learning how to dress himself.” Felicia said as she tilted her head to the side.

Hobie scowled at her.

“Maybe I should just leave.”

He turned to walk away, and you jumped off the couch and pulled him back towards you by snagging his sleeve with a webline. And to your surprise, the man was actually grinning. It was a lopsided grin, but still a grin, nonetheless. He raised his hand, and almost instinctively, you raised yours to clasp his hand and pulled him into a brief hug.

You almost thought you took it a step too far when you leaned in for that hug, and from the look on Prowler’s face, he might’ve been thinking the same. But then, his expression cleared up and he shrugged it off. You fully expected him to start putting up walls like he always did. Maybe he didn’t see the point anymore.

His change in demeanor was so stunning that it momentarily left you and Cat speechless. And that was no small feat!

“Y’all went pretty light on decorations, huh? Maybe I really should leave so you can finish up whatever you were doing.” he said, glancing around the room.

“We were just waiting on you, hotshot. Come on. Let’s grab a slice.”

Hobie let out a small groan as Felicia led him towards the table where Flint had set down the pizzas.

“How’d I know it was gonna be pizza?”

“There’s bound to be something in there that you’ll like. We really mixed it up with the toppings this time.” you said, trailing behind the two.

(Cont.)

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He clicked his tongue and the sand around his left arm shifted, pushing a roll of bills out through his palm. He held it out, and Felicia casually snagged it and stuffed it into her cleavage.

You and Hobie turned to look at her. She just winked at you.

“So you’re making bets now.” Hobie said.

“It wouldn’t be the first time. With you gone, Flint might actually be able to hold onto his money.” you said.

You all shared a light chuckle at that. It was strange seeing Prowler in such a cheerful mood. Or maybe you just weren’t used to seeing his face. Him showing up in his civvies really made this feel real.

After tonight, The Prowler would be stepping away from a life of crime. He’d made a fortune, and he was walking away. Hopefully to a better life.

You supposed that for Hobie, crime was just…a hobby.

Heh. You should totally include that in your farewell speech. But you were getting ahead of yourself. The night was still young, after all.

What did you prepare for this party?

>You got Hobie a really thoughtful gift! (Write-in.)
>The pizza was just an appetizer. You actually rented a food truck for the night. Word on the street is that this chef’s food is to die for.
>A karaoke machine! Before Hobie leaves, you’re going to get him to sing at least one song.
>A scavenger hunt! You’ll break off into pairs and search the city for the expensive baubles that you had Abe hide in creative places.
>The sequel to the game that Cat and Prowler played when you’d first met.
>A legendary farewell speech! (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

((Let me know if you guys would like me to summarize the events of the party and skip towards the end.))

Pastebins:

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5903688
I wanna give Hobie a good gift, but I don't know what he'd like that he couldn't just buy himself. But we can come back to that while the vote's still open. For now...
>The pizza was just an appetizer. You actually rented a food truck for the night. Word on the street is that this chef’s food is to die for.
>A karaoke machine! Before Hobie leaves, you’re going to get him to sing at least one song.
>A job offer! Silvermane's little startup could probably use a security specialist, and you can't think of anybody better suited for the job than Hobie.
If he's going legit, he needs a job. Otherwise the IRS is gonna start sniffing around, and nobody beats those motherfuckers.
I understand if he doesn't want to be on the brighter side of a massive grey area like that, but I'd feel bad if we didn't give him a chance to get in on the ground floor.

>>5903688
>You got Hobie a really thoughtful gift! (Write-in.)
>>It took some digging around with your magically-inclined friends, but you managed to purchase a pair of simple, unassuming ring bands that can lead to each other. Breathe twice over it, then feel for the tug. Supposedly good for navigating between realms too, not that you could test it.
>>Both people have to wear the ring for a day, then connect the rings to attune them. Basic protection that keeps someone from finding you by stealing one.
Seems simple enough that we could find it, though it might have cost a bit.

Every crook earns enemies from their work and some aren’t above targeting family. Keep one for himself, hand the other off to someone he cares about. He’s a tech guy, but if tech fails then he can use a little magic instead.

If that gets vetoed by QM/anons,
>You managed to track down and nab the gem from your very first heist as a group from some other criminals. No need to worry about finding a buyer this time!

I’ll also back the stuff from >>5903704.

>>5903688
I'll back these >>5903704
>>5903739

>>5903688
>>5903739
Thinking on the gem gift more, it’d be funny if we indirectly (or directly) stole it from Cat to get it. Either she had it first, she had an associate steal it since she was too tempted to sell it again, or we got to it first and she chewed us out for stealing “her” farewell gift later.

>>5903688
>>The pizza was just an appetizer. You actually rented a food truck for the night. Word on the street is that this chef’s food is to die for.
I don't think he needs a magic/supersciende item, nor a job in the mafia's pretend company. If he wants out, he can get out

>>5904238
>nor a job in the mafia's pretend company
Hey man, just because there's some shady shit going down deep under the surface doesn't mean the company won't actually be doing what they set out to in a mostly legal manner.

>>5903704
>>5903739
>>5904077
>>5904238
>The pizza was just an appetizer. You actually rented a food truck for the night. Word on the street is that this chef’s food is to die for.
>A karaoke machine! Before Hobie leaves, you’re going to get him to sing at least one song.
>A job offer! Silvermane's little startup could probably use a security specialist, and you can't think of anybody better suited for the job than Hobie.

Taking these.

>>It took some digging around with your magically-inclined friends, but you managed to purchase a pair of simple, unassuming ring bands that can lead to each other. Breathe twice over it, then feel for the tug. Supposedly good for navigating between realms too, not that you could test it.
>>Both people have to wear the ring for a day, then connect the rings to attune them. Basic protection that keeps someone from finding you by stealing one.

It's not that this would be impossible or unacceptable, but it would cost quite a bit to have it made. Especially if you want this thing to cross between realms or planes of existence. We can roleplay the particulars of how you acquired it later, but I'd like to make sure that I've got everything right first.

Because this would cost about $2 Mil for each ring. For enchanted gear that allows you to teleport from one place to another, regardless of distance, with built-in safeguards.

>You managed to track down and nab the gem from your very first heist as a group from some other criminals. No need to worry about finding a buyer this time!

This is definitely doable if you decide to go for this instead.

>>5904139
Felicia goes to give Hobie her present, only for the Huntsman to claim that he stole the gem and replaced it with something that accurately matched it's weight and shape. Cat claims that she realized this already, and had already stolen her prize back and replaced it with the paperweight you saddled her with. Both then proceed to stare each other down, before frantically checking whether either of their presents are real.

Let me know if you guys want to add anything to the order, or if I missed an important detail.

Also, feel free to craft a scenario in which one of your contacts helped you acquire these rings. I'll review them for approval and let you know whether or not I think it's feasible.

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

>>5904439
Ah, I wasn’t thinking of the rings being a teleport, just the equivalent of a compass that can point you in the right direction. Good enough to at least point to Ben’s pocket dimension if someone was in there as well and it was nearby, but maybe unreliable for real astral stuff. He’s got no real way to stress test it, and it sounds like the sort of thing a salesman would toss in that might be exaggerated. It’s not a feature he was looking for though so he just shrugged his shoulders at it.

Besides, something with too much juice might get the wrong sort of attention on Hobie if it’s noticed. We’re not looking to get him mugged by the first magical criminal he runs across for his jewelry.

>Contact chain for rings
>>Madame Webb for information on whether the rings are feasible. It’s kinda like ring telepathy/astral projection, right?
>>>Okay, it’s not her wheelhouse and she groaned when Ben asked like he’s some magical doofus who can’t tell she’s obviously not a specialist in magical artifacts, but she confirmed it was possible. She doesn’t have a good person for him to reach out to for it though, the people she knows are far too busy.
>Put out feelers with Moon Knight and Louise for dealers in magical artifacts for civilians.
>Louise doesn’t have contacts with the Nightguard anymore and they’re more militant anyway so she turns up nothing, but Moon Knight knows of some small-time dealers who can do basic enchanting.
>>Moon Knight agrees to arrange for the rings to be made and delivered to him for a small fee through his contacts, Ben agrees.

I’m surprised we don’t have Louise or Moon Knight in our contacts list. I know they’ve had it rough with us, but I didn’t think we were that bad…

>Gem present
Hobie laughs and pulls out the real one. He actually worked with Ember and Flint not too long ago to steal it, wanting to see if Huntsman was right to bring her in before he left. She did an alright job, but didn’t replace the gem. Which means both of them must have been fooled by a fake that the criminals had made to pass off as the real thing, either to sell multiple copies or because they wanted to pretend they still had it for now. Hobie and Ember had no idea about the gift, they beat them by coincidence. Flint knew Ben’s plans, but kept his mouth shut for the punchline.

>>5904640
Ah, gotcha. I misunderstood the request. I'll figure out the pricing for that later, but it'll be way less than it was originally.

>I’m surprised we don’t have Louise or Moon Knight in our contacts list. I know they’ve had it rough with us, but I didn’t think we were that bad…

There are certain people that aren't in the Contacts list because you don't have a way of directly contacting her. You know people that know her that can get in touch with her, but you can't reach her as fast as you could Julia.

Even during the Silvertongue fiasco, she was using a burner phone. She constantly switches numbers and uses a variety of contacts and resources to send and receive messages. If she wanted to get in contact with you or find out what you were doing, she could. And vice versa.

Only, it would be slower than what you were used to, depending on where she is.

As for MK, he's more of a walk-in appointment kind of guy. If you need him, for anything, you can visit the Midnight Mission or leave a message with his receptionist.

The list doesn't depict who you know, it lists the people that you can contact whenever you want(sort of). It's why Luke and Danny are on there. You didn't really bond or anything during your time working together, but the Heroes For Hire make appointments through phone call, so they let you know that they're available if you ever want to request their services.

I'll let you know what your reputation is looking like at the the end of Year One.

>>5904439
I'll try and post an update sometime tomorrow after work.

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>>5904719
I love your quest QM keep it up!

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>>5904768
Thank you, anon! I've definitely been running this quest longer than I originally planned, but I'm having fun with the narrative. So long as you guys keep coming back to play, I'll keep writing. Unless we reach a point where you think it would be suitable for the story to end.

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“Seriously? Pizza, again?” Hobie said, frowning at the table where pizza boxes were stacked halfway to the ceiling.

You gave him a shrug.

“Well, if you’re not in the mood for that, I’ve got a rented food truck waiting out back. And from what I hear, this lady makes a mean gyro.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Araña asked, turning to face you.

You nodded, and the redheaded girl raced past you in a blur, leaving the other two behind without a second thought.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier!?” she called back, slipping out the door as if she’d never been in the room in the first place.

Ember blinked in surprise, but Benga didn’t look the least bit phased.

“Wanna get some food?” she asked casually, jabbing a thumb back in the direction where her friend had disappeared.

“Huh? Oh…sure thing.” Ember replied, looking noticeably more comfortable speaking with the younger girl.

One by one, everyone filed out to join Araña in checking out the food truck. Everyone except you and Flint, that is.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll catch up.” you called after them.

Once you were sure they were out of earshot, you turned to face Flint.

“You got the karaoke machine I asked for, right?” you asked in a hushed tone.

Flint winked at you and made a circle with his thumb and pointer finger. You nodded and returned the gesture, before opening up one of your belt’s pouches and digging around for the gift you prepared for Hobie.

Your fingers closed around a pair of golden, metal rings—one embedded with a ruby, and the other with a shimmering sapphire. They both gave off a faint glow, projecting specks of red and blue light onto the walls of your pouch, but not enough for it to be visible from the outside. It took a decent chunk of change and a favor from Moon Knight to get these made in such a short amount of time, but you thought it was worth it.

You’re planning on giving it to him later, sometime after karaoke. Now wouldn’t that be a fun little surprise.

The sound of the back door opening brought you back to reality, and you hurriedly closed the compartment to find Araña raising a sandwich into the air.

“My guy, you have got to try this! This is literally the best thing I’ve eaten in my entire life.”

She took another large bite, getting a bit of sauce on the corner of her mouth as she did so. Her sunglasses were off this time, so you could actually see her close her eyes while she chewed.

Araña nodded at the sandwich and let out a soft, appreciative moan. From the open door, you could hear similar sounds from your other teammates.

You and Flint exchanged a look, before you followed Araña outside to see what all the fuss was about.

(Cont.)

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The chef in question was an Asian woman with brown eyes and shoulder length black hair that was tied into a ponytail. From what you could see of her top half, she wore a plain, baggy white tee, and a green and blue apron with the name “Ameyama” printed on it.

If you passed this woman on the street, you would’ve written her off as being just another ordinary citizen.She was cute, sure…but considering how often you’ve been running into gorgeous women wearing skintight leather, you can’t say that it’s enough to make you do a double take.

If anything, her truck was the most eye-catching thing about her.

It was painted a deep shade of red, with a yellow stripe running across the middle, and a decal of a white, teary-eyed cat on the hood. Under it read “Namida”.

And currently, its owner was showing Black Cat how to spin an egg between two spatulas. The cat burglar seemed thoroughly amused by the trick.

When she noticed you, the chef’s eyes went wide, and she very nearly dropped the egg.

“Oh! Hi. Can I, uh…get you something?” she asked, setting down her spatulas and leaning over her counter.

She was clearly nervous, but not nervous enough to miss out on good business. If this were any other city, she might’ve been tempted to call the police. But here, it wasn’t terribly unusual to be approached by a costumed individual in broad daylight.

“Get him the special of the day. That ‘Katsu Torta’ thing.” Araña suggested, peeking her head out from behind you.

Chef Ameyama nodded.

“Comin’ right up!”

—-----

After a few minutes, the chef handed you a box full of fries and her special “Pork Katsu Torta”. According to her, it was a Mexican/Japanese fusion. Any skepticism that you might’ve had towards her was swiftly blown away when the smell of the deep fried pork reached your nose.

It was tantalizing to say the least, and both Araña and Chef Ameyama were silently urging you to try it with their eyes.

You moved to take a bite, and-

“Ooh! Be careful.” Ameyama warned you.

You smirked at her.

“Don't worry. The heat doesn't bother me anymore.”

And despite her warning, you took an unapologetically large bite. The pork katsu was ridiculously juicy, and the sour and savory flavors from the cabbage and the yellowish-brown sauce mingled perfectly with the inherent sweetness of the telera. The explosion of flavor left you momentarily stunned. And now, you were beginning to understand why everyone was so grateful towards you for making these arrangements.

This was amazing!

“See? What did I tell you?” Araña said, nudging you in the ribs with her elbow. “We should hire her. We could use a good cook around here.”

(Cont.)

What will you say?

>”Hey! I’m a pretty good cook. I’ve been taking classes and everything.”
>”I don’t hate the idea. It would be nice to not have to worry about cooking my own meals after a long, hard day.”
>”With all due respect, we don’t know anything about this woman. At least give me some time to do a background check first.”
>”We’ve already got one raw recruit. I can only prepare so many speeches tonight, and this club needs to at least maintain the illusion of exclusivity.”
>”How’re you only working out of a food truck? You should have your own restaurant!”
>”Why haven’t I heard of this before? I always liked to think that I was pretty street savvy.”
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5905544
>>”With all due respect, we don’t know anything about this woman. At least give me some time to do a background check first.”
>”Why haven’t I heard of this before? I always liked to think that I was pretty street savvy.”
>”How’re you only working out of a food truck? You should have your own restaurant!”

>>5905544
>>5905623
All that. I’m also up for asking if she’d be up for an investor if she’s interested in a restaurant but doesn’t have the capital. I’m guessing she’d be less interested in being hired directly, seems that she’s good enough to work under someone if she wanted to.

>>5905544
>>”With all due respect, we don’t know anything about this woman. At least give me some time to do a background check first.”
>”Why haven’t I heard of this before? I always liked to think that I was pretty street savvy.”
>”How’re you only working out of a food truck? You should have your own restaurant!”
>write in
Time to invest, money go brrrrrrr

>>5905623
>>5905655
>>5905885
>”With all due respect, we don’t know anything about this woman. At least give me some time to do a background check first.”
>”Why haven’t I heard of this before? I always liked to think that I was pretty street savvy.”
>”How’re you only working out of a food truck? You should have your own restaurant!”

Taking these. Writing...

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“With all due respect, we don’t know anything about this woman.” you whispered to the young girl. “At least give me some time to do a background check first.”

Araña nodded as if to concede the point. She was young, but she was still a professional. Even she knew the importance of practicing proper security protocols.

“Still, I feel like I should’ve heard about this before? I always liked to think that I was pretty street savvy.” you said, taking another bite of your torta.

“I haven’t had my truck for that long. This one, I mean.” Chef Ameyama answered, rapping her knuckles on the metal counter. “My old one got blown up by Iron Man by accident, so he had this new one built for me.”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at her. Ameyama let out a nervous chuckle.

“Iron Man built you a food truck?” Prowler inquired.

Ameyama cleared her throat and tucked a lock of hair behind one ear.

“Well, he said that he really liked my food, and that he was super sorry for what happened, so…he sort of made me a new one.” she explained.

Prowler took a cautious step away from the vehicle, likely expecting it to be carrying onboard weapons, or something equally ridiculous. Ameyama either didn’t notice, or pretended not to.

“I haven’t seen him much after that, though. I hope he’s okay.”

“I’m sure he's laid up in one of his many, many summer homes, villas and vacation resorts.” Cat casually replied. “Or he landed himself in rehab.”

Ameyama’s face fell a bit upon hearing that, so you decided to change the subject.

“How’re you only working out of a food truck? You should have your own restaurant!”

Her expression brightened, and she laughed in delight at your compliment.

“Thanks! But, I like running my business out of a truck. It lets me meet all sorts of people, and I have full control over how my ingredients, recipes and equipment are handled. And I can make plenty of money by providing catering services.” she answered, propping her hands up on her hips and nodding at you. “Besides, most restaurants can’t maintain the same level of quality when it comes to adapting recipes for the masses.”

“Not if you’re serving customers with deep pockets.” Araña offered. “I’m sure they’d pay you whatever you wanted if you could make them food like this.”

She glanced at you out of the corner of her eye as she said that.

Ameyama shook her head in disbelief, clearly thinking that the girl had been joking.

“I don’t think some rich dude would pay me anywhere close to what you’re thinking for my Katsu Tortas.”

Benga raised an eyebrow at that.

“Didn’t you just say that Tony Stark paid to have your truck fixed because he liked your food so much?” she pointed out.

(Cont.)

“That was mostly out of guilt, I think.” Ameyama proclaimed. “I can’t assume that every other rich person is going to think the same.”

What will you say/do?

>”Well, I’m a rich person, and I think your food is delicious.”
>”I’ll be sure to keep you in mind if I ever need a reliable chef to cater for big events. And I’ll pass your name along to my other friends.”
>”Well then, allow me to make you an offer.” (Write-in.)
>”Would you like to come inside? We’re about ready to get this party started. (Invite Ameyama in for karaoke.)
>Write-in.

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5906574
>”Well, I’m a rich person, and I think your food is delicious.”
>”Sounds like you wouldn’t be happy if you were only working for one person. Tell you what, what would it cost to add a couple permanent spots in your rotation and get some “free meal every day” discount cards for some friends here and elsewhere?”
>”If you’re cool with mutants, I can buy some catering events for some groups I know. They’re not rich, but they have cooler stories. If they go well, we can arrange a regular event for it with some of the leaders.”
I’m now envisioning Central Park (or somewhere near it) having an area cleared out every other month for a bunch of food carts and other goods. Cards handed out for discounted rates/free merch by the homeless mutant groups, but normal people can shop like normal too with smaller discounts. It’s a way of getting the homeless mutant community interacting with outsiders while enjoying some benefits. It’d be a magnet for trouble, but if Glass and Iara really believe in being out in the open then it’s a way to start breaking down barriers among normal humans and mutants.

For permanent spots, I’m thinking near Cindy’s school and someplace near the apartments where Araña is at. It’s not a live-in chef, but she can get a meal easy on some days and will probably know where Ameyama is parked at on other days if she really wants the food.

I’m also okay with skipping the permanent spot idea and just going with the free meal cards and a couple catering events.

>>5906578
>>”I’ll be sure to keep you in mind if I ever need a reliable chef to cater for big events. And I’ll pass your name along to my other friends.”

>>5906578
>>”Well, I’m a rich person, and I think your food is delicious.”

>>5906754
>>5906776
>>5907078
>”Well, I’m a rich person, and I think your food is delicious.”

If there are no other votes, then I'll be moving forward with this tomorrow after I get home from work

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“Well I’m a rich person, and I think your food is delicious.” you said, raising your torta at her.

She gave you a beaming smile.

“Thanks! I…like how shiny your outfit is.”

“I guess it would make sense for a chef to have such excellent taste.”

Ameyama chuckled. And without even having to turn to look around at your teammates, you could practically feel them rolling their eyes.

But the fact that Namida’s food was so good ended up working out in your favor. Because the longer they stayed outside, the more time Flint had to set everything up for the real party.

You managed to keep them away for about half an hour before they got tired of standing around and walked back inside. But they didn’t get very far.

Everyone in front of you either stopped at the entrance, or turned back to stare at you. To their surprise, the entire room was bathed in red, with the exception of the various spots on the ceiling and walls that were being illuminated by rotating, strobing multi-colored lights. The decorations were relatively cheap, and mostly consisted of changing a few light bulbs and setting up some light machines that only cost a couple hundred dollars. Those new speakers on the other hand…

The exclamations of your friends helped to take your mind off the price tag.

“What the hell is all this?” Ember asked.

“Is that a karaoke machine?” Cat inquired.

“Oh, hell no.” Prowler cursed, shaking his head with a faint grin on his face.

“Awesome job, buddy!” you shouted up at Flint, exchanging a thumbs up with him.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” you continued, loudly clearing your throat to grab their attention. “We’ve now reached the karaoke segment of our little get-together. So I suggest you pick out a song and get ready to belt out some melodic tunes. Who wants to go first?”

Felicia raised her hand almost immediately.

“I’m game. But…I’m gonna need a partner for this one.” she said, her sharp blue eyes scanning the crowd.

Prowler was already shaking his head in refusal, and neither Benga nor Ember was jumping at the chance to volunteer.

“A duet for our first song! Bold move.” you said, nodding your approval. You were about to volunteer yourself, when Araña stepped forward.

“Alright, fine. But I get to pick the song.”

Cat gave her a playful grin.

“Fine by me. Mic, please!” she said, holding a hand up, and easily catching the microphone that you tossed at her without looking.

“Don’t you dare throw mine, Sandman!” Araña protested, carefully accepting her microphone and tablet from Flint.

She must’ve known exactly what she wanted to sing, because she selected her song after only a minute or two of browsing through the catalog.

“Who wants it next?” Flint asked. He had to shout to be heard over the sound of Felicia and Araña’s duet.

(Cont.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fbq8RaKlxI

To your amusement, the young girl had picked “Unholy” by Sam Smith for her song. And the two of them were really starting to get into it. Even Ember was singing along.

Prowler was chugging a beer, likely preparing for whatever embarrassment you were planning to inflict on him.

And Benga was…actually looking over the list of songs. Was she actually planning on singing something tonight?

What will you do?

>Pick out a song. (Write-in.)
>Invite someone to sing a duet. (Who?)
>Make a game where you randomly select people to sing for single songs and duets.
>Offer encouragement to those who might be a little uncomfortable with the idea of singing.
>Start handing out drinks to everyone that's of age. Without those pesky inhibitions in the way, they'll be singing in no time!
>Sit back and enjoy the show. You don’t want to force anyone to do anything they don’t want to.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5911093
>Pick out a song. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMRaSHCWy-4)
>Invite someone to sing a duet. (Flint)
Benny would be handling Freddie's lines obviously. I'm not sure Flint could hit those high notes even if he wanted to.
Also you have no idea how tempted I was to try and drag Hobie on the stage for Ebony and Ivory.

>>5911093
>>Pick out a song. (Write-in.)
https://youtu.be/SECVGN4Bsgg?si=-iTWql_BmCtvaFLp
>Invite someone to sing a duet. (Who?)
Prowler

>Start handing out drinks to everyone that's of age. Without those pesky inhibitions in the way, they'll be singing in no time!

Also found this one for a man and a woman to sing together.

https://youtu.be/uPudE8nDog0?si=xgLojg7lIhsg4WM2

>>5911093
>Offer encouragement to those who might be a little uncomfortable with the idea of singing.
the point of karaoke is not to sound good, but to have fun while sounding terrible
>>Pick out a song. (Write-in.)
break the ice with something cheesy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cActM3vQRng

>>5911550
+1

>>5911550
>>5911624
>Offer encouragement to those who might be a little uncomfortable with the idea of singing.
>>Pick out a song. (Reality - Richard Sanderson)

Taking these. Writing...

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During their shared performance, you enthusiastically cheered both girls on. Admittedly, Cat was a much better singer than Araña was, but the younger of the two displayed a frantic energy that was almost contagious. She was hamming it up as much as possible, making it hard for even Benga to keep from laughing a bit.

They even managed to show off some impressive moves in-between their respective verses. Although, considering the athleticism that both had displayed during the Vegas mission, you honestly weren’t that surprised that they were decent dancers.

But more importantly, they were generating a massive amount of hype amongst those who were less opposed to the idea of karaoke night, like Flint and Ember. They were cheering Felicia and Araña on right along with you. The others would require a bit of coaxing, but that’s what you were here for.

By the time the song had finished, you were already peeking over Benga’s shoulder to see what she had chosen for her song.

“Did you pick out a song, ye-”

You paused, squinting at the screen to make sure whether you were really reading it correctly. Benga had chosen a classic: “Tom’s Diner”.

She nodded, handing the tablet back to you so that her hands were free to applaud her best friend’s performance.

“Yup. I want that one. It’s easy, and there aren’t a whole lot of words to remember.”

Well, she had a point there. Maybe Benga wouldn’t require any coaxing after all.

Araña was just jogging back to rejoin her friend, when she noticed her holding her hand out for the microphone. Her face lit up.

“Oh, shit. B, you’re gonna sing!?”

“You won’t leave me alone if I don’t sing at least one song, so I’m getting it out of the way.” Benga said in a flat tone.

“What’d you pick?”

“Tom’s Diner.” you answered.

“An 80’s tune, huh? Not a bad pick.” Ember commented.

“Cool. You need a backup dancer?” Araña asked.

“You know, I actually wasn’t planning on doing any dancing-”

“Come on. You’re gonna shake those hips, even if it kills you.”

The only thing Benga was shaking was her head, but her resistance was futile. Araña had already grabbed her arm, and was dragging her out towards the center of the room.

You and Cat cheered them on from the crowd, which only made Benga roll her eyes.

“What about you? Got a song in mind?” you asked, offering the tablet to Ember.

She bit her lip and leaned over to peek at the screen, making a thoughtful sound. After a few more seconds of contemplation, she shrugged and snatched the tablet from your hands.

“Ah, what the hell. Let’s see what you’ve got on this thing.”

You clenched your hand into a triumphant fist and gave Flint a look that said “You’re next”.

(Cont.)

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He just chuckled and shook his head. You thought about bothering Prowler real quick to see where his head was it, but he was already on his second beer, so you decided to let him enjoy it for a while.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j4jtIDaeaWI

The song began without warning, with Benga scatting and her friend clapping along with the beat. The rhythm quickly became contagious, as you, Cat and Flint brought your hands together to match Araña’s pace.

The words crawled up a blue tinted screen in white text, while the music video for the song was projected onto the wall behind them. And it wasn’t long after this that the two girls broke into a synchronized dance that practically mirrored that of the dancers in the video, with a few improvised moves mixed in for good measure.

Felicia was practically screaming her encouragement of the two during their performance, and Ember was hard pressed to peel her eyes off of them while she was still browsing through the catalog.

Those girls were phenomenal on the dance floor. They played off of each other well, seeming as if they’d practiced this routine many times before. It became easy for you to picture them putting on a performance for passersby and tourists out in the streets of Las Vegas.

Maybe this had been something that they did often before they came under Gloria’s employ.

Unfortunately however, the song was only about three minutes long, and their performance was over before you knew it. Cheers erupted from everyone present at the party. Some were more enthusiastic than others, though.

It was you.

You were more enthusiastic than others. And Black Cat, but you weren’t sure if that was because she was genuinely impressed, or if she was starting to get a bit sloshed.

“Now that is going to be a hard performance to beat. I’m gonna need some liquid courage.” you said, snagging a cold beer with one webline, and Araña’s microphone with the other.

“Hey!” she cried.

“Oh, you were done anyway. Go grab a juice-box or something. You’re probably getting dehydrated after all that dancing.”

“Fine. I bet it would be better than the gut-rot that you had your boy pick up.” Araña said, giving you a cheeky grin and walking off towards the refreshments table with Benga trailing behind her. Flint looked mildly offended by that, since he had been the one to pick out the beer. But looking back on it, maybe it had been a bad idea to let the only guy without taste buds pick out the drinks.

That didn't mean that his tastes prior to the transformation had been stellar, though. And it probably had no bearing on his choices tonight, but you did find yourself amused at the irony of it all.

"Scuse me. Just need to borrow this for a sec." you said, suspending your beer on a webline that was hanging from the ceiling, and using your free hand to snatch the tablet out of Ember's hands.

(Cont.)

Ember flinched back reflexively, not yet used to your web-slinging antics.

"Jesus! Why does he like doing that so much?" she complained.

"Honestly? I can't say that I blame him. I'd do it too if I could." Felicia admitted with a shameless shrug.

You ignored the exchange and quickly selected your song. You'd decided on it long before anyone here even knew about the karaoke machine. And while it might not be a legendary performance on the same level as Araña's opening acts, but you were going to sing your heart out regardless.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Flint with his phone out. You hadn't noticed it before, but he had probably been recording since the very beginning. Maybe you could get him to send you the footage after this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ejtIwBpqK4

What will you say/do?

>"This one's for you, Ana." (You'll send it to her later.)
>"This one's for all you lonely ladies out there."
>"Prowler, you beautiful bastard. This one goes out to you."
>Just ignore him and sing your heart out.
>Write-in.

>>5912199
>"This one's for you, Ana." (You'll send it to her later.)
Let's be real, she'd be kinda miffed if she never got to see this.

>>5912199
>>"This one's for you, Ana." (You'll send it to her later.)
We havent seen her in a while. Hopefully this will make up for it.

>>5912199
>"Prowler, you beautiful bastard. This one goes out to you."

>>5912199
>>"Prowler, you beautiful bastard. This one goes out to you."

>>5912199
>>"Prowler, you beautiful bastard. This one goes out to you."

>>5912476
>>5912580
>>5912660
>"Prowler, you beautiful bastard. This one goes out to you."

Taking these. Writing...

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You tossed the tablet back at Cat, brought the mic up to your mouth and pointed directly at Hobie.

“Prowler, you beautiful bastard, this one goes out to you.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, and Felicia and Araña were soon hollering as if your statement had been a particularly promiscuous one. And it only got worse once the music finally kicked in.

“Prowler’s not here right now.” Hobie called back.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that he sees this.” Flint chuckled.

Hobie just shook his head.

“I swear I’m never putting that mask on ever again. I’m changing my name and my costume.” he proclaimed.

“You do that, and we’ll have to do this all over again. You’ll be treated like the new guy on the team.” Cat countered, giving him a devious grin. “I hope you’re good at making coffee runs.”

Ember gave her a startled look. She was most likely trying to figure out whether Felicia was joking or not. You would’ve liked to join in on the jokes, but you were too busy singing your heart out and staring deep into Hobie’s brown eyes. And as he quickly found out, it was profoundly simple to maintain eye contact with someone when you were wearing a full face-mask. You couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride when you got him to look away first.

From what you could tell, the audience was enjoying your performance immensely. You always thought that you were a decent singer, but like Araña, you were great at hamming it up. Your exaggerated gestures and enthusiasm more than made up for the lack of coordinated dancing. Because singing karaoke wasn’t at all about showcasing skill. It was about letting loose, having fun, laughing at others, and being able to laugh at yourself. You didn’t have to be perfect. You just had to be yourself.

By the time your song ended, you hoped that you’d managed to get your message across. Ember, Hobie and Flint were the only ones who hadn’t sung yet.

“Nice going there, Benny.” Flint said, giving you a heavy pat on the shoulder.

“I don’t know about Prowler, but you had me swooning towards the end there.” Cat said with a subtle purr in her voice.

“Eh, it was a little too sappy for my tastes, but I thought you did alright.” Araña put in.

You were about to ask Ember what she thought when she shoved the tablet into your chest.

“Hold this for me. It’s my turn.”

You blinked in surprise for a moment, but you were quickly shouting your encouragement along with the others as she stepped up to grab the microphone.

And when the music started, you didn’t even have to glance at the tablet to see what she’d chosen.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGdGFtwCNBE

(Cont.)

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It was “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers! The reactions amidst the audience varied between amusement and exasperation upon recognizing the song. It was such a familiar song that pretty much anyone could sing along. And for some people, that’s exactly what happened.

You, Cat and Araña found yourselves joining in on her song, letting the waves of nostalgia flow through you along with the reverberating beat of the music. A few times, you even caught Flint, Hobie and Benga mouthing the words mouthing the words to themselves.

After the song had finished, Ember proceeded to chug an entire can of beer and was about to pick another song, but you stopped her from getting her hands on the tablet. After all, it was Flint’s turn.

—--

The big man groaned at the attention that he was receiving. Unlike everyone else, he didn’t have the benefit of having his judgment impaired by alcohol. But Flint Marko was no coward. He was a lot of things, but you would never call him a coward. In many ways, he was far braver than you.

The guy was even committed to leaving his home planet for the woman he loved. His unwavering loyalty was something to be admired, for sure, but the same couldn’t be said about his musical talents.

So, despite the fact that you both knew he couldn’t carry a tune to save his life, he picked an old song that he was very comfortable with singing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xmckWVPRaI (“We’re Not Gonna Take It” by Twisted Sister)

This was another one of those songs that everyone could sing along to. And this time, everyone joined in. Maybe it was the beer, the good food, or the generally cheery atmosphere, but not even the Prowler could refuse to have fun for this long. Especially when this could be his last night as a Desperado.

The thought of that saddened you momentarily, but you quickly shoved it back down and went back to cheering on your best friend. No matter how tone-deaf he was, you couldn’t help but think that he looked like a star out there.

Right before the song ended, though, you snuck over to stand beside Hobie and slipped the tablet into his free hand.

“Clock’s ticking, pal. Sooner or later, you’re gonna have to take the spotlight. This is your party, after all.”

“That depends on whether you’ve got any decent songs on this thing.” he replied, scrolling through the catalog so fast that you doubted he could even see what he was looking at.

“I seem to remember you singing along to the last two.”

“Hey man, a classic is a classic for a reason.”

His finger paused its rapid scrolling for a moment, and his eyes widened momentarily.

“And speaking of classics…” he muttered, quickly selecting a song and giving you back the tablet.

When you looked at it, your eyes widened as well.

“No way…”

“Watch and learn.” Hobie said, waving back at you without turning around.

(Cont.)

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And as he grabbed the mic and the music started, the mood became electric.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPO76Jlnz6c (“Gangsta’s Paradise” by Coolio)

Felicia’s initial shock took a few moments to wear off before she properly got into the swing of things, but it didn’t take long for her to join the others in singing along.

It was just like what Hobie had said earlier. A classic is a classic for a reason.

But more than that, you found yourself surprised by his enthusiasm while singing. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought that he was actually excited to be singing this.

During the entire four minutes that he was up there, you and Felicia were his biggest fans, hyping him up to the best of your ability as a reward for his having gotten up there to sing at all. For a moment there, you were afraid that he would absolutely refuse to participate at all, since he didn’t seem like the type. But, as it would appear, appearances can be deceiving.

—-----

As the night continued, various Desperados and “Desperado-adjacent” members got back up to sing a few more songs.

Ember, to your amazement, was willing to go back up there five more times.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFkzRNyygfk (“Creep” by Radiohead)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts (“Zombie” by the Cranberries)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpOSxM0rNPM (“Do I Wanna Know” by Arctic Monkeys)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vc6vs-l5dkc (“I Write Sins not Tragedies” by Panic at the Disco)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kXYiU_JCYtU (“Numb” by Linkin Park)

Cat got up three more times.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFasFq4GJYM (“Royals” by Lorde)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iWOyfLBYtuU (“Dog Days Are Over” by Florence + The Machine)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RF0HhrwIwp0 (“Sex is on Fire” by Kings of Leon)

Araña got up two more times, with one of those being alongside a begrudging Benga.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ktvTqknDobU (“Radioactive” Imagine Dragons)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1V_xRb0x9aw (“Clint Eastwood” by Gorillaz)

And you got up there one last time to sing Chop Suey. Just for fun.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSvFpBOe8eY (“Chop Suey” by System of a Down)

The lyrics were a bit tricky for you to sing, but that only gave the audience something to laugh at, so you didn't mind in the slightest.

More importantly, it gave you time to think of what you would say once the song was over. You didn't exactly have a concrete speech planned, but you had some highlights that you wanted to go over at some point during the party. And then there was the matter of your gift.

You felt much better about giving him a ring after serenading him an hour ago.

(Cont.)

It was really starting to hit you then. After tonight, the Prowler would be leaving your team. Flint would be preparing to fly off into space. A new member would be joining your team, sharing your secrets, and watching your back during missions.

It was the end of an era, and possibly the beginning of a new one. You couldn't know. All you could do was wish them luck, and hope for the best.

What will you say during your speech?

>Write-in only.

>"I don't think I met anybody in this room under the best of circumstances, but now? I wouldn't have anybody else watching my back."
>"Really, it means a lot to me that you all gave this thing of ours a chance. And just look at us now! Surrounded by friends! Rich or becoming rich! What more could you ask for!?"
>"I know some of us are leaving, but, this ain't the end of anything. You hear me!? This is just the start of whatever the hell we got going on!"
>"To the Desperados, new and old!"

>>5914234
My head is full of fluff, but I can try my hand at some highlights/themes. I back any other write-ins that can be fused in somehow!
>”For a crew whose first conception was cooked up by a webhead whose bright idea going into a museum already being robbed by two separate thieves was to get everyone to work together, this outfit didn’t turn out bad! I’m shocked too.”
>”We’ve made money, made friends, made some enemies we don’t really care about, and even did a good turn or three along the way so we can keep laughing at it all.”
>”There’s no point to all that money and power if you never get to spend it though. On yourself, on others, on some food truck you never heard of before that makes killer gyros. Mhmm, gyros.”
>”Point is, one of us is getting out having gotten what they want, and before they’re either too old or too hated to enjoy it. Prowler, the Desperados will miss you. But knowing when to walk away is the unwritten eleventh commandment of the Desperados. Because we didn’t think of it at the time, but still.”
>”To Ember, it’s with mixed feelings that I welcome you to the team in his stead. With a heavy heart knowing you’ll be missing the mentorship of one of our founding members, but happy that you can meet one of our own that got what they were looking for. This is a place where we can work together, make some money, and get away with it. There’s no better club to join than that.”

>>5914384
Nice.+1

>>5914384
>>5916240
>”For a crew whose first conception was cooked up by a webhead whose bright idea going into a museum already being robbed by two separate thieves was to get everyone to work together, this outfit didn’t turn out bad! I’m shocked too.”
>”We’ve made money, made friends, made some enemies we don’t really care about, and even did a good turn or three along the way so we can keep laughing at it all.”
>”There’s no point to all that money and power if you never get to spend it though. On yourself, on others, on some food truck you never heard of before that makes killer gyros. Mhmm, gyros.”
>”Point is, one of us is getting out having gotten what they want, and before they’re either too old or too hated to enjoy it. Prowler, the Desperados will miss you. But knowing when to walk away is the unwritten eleventh commandment of the Desperados. Because we didn’t think of it at the time, but still.”
>”To Ember, it’s with mixed feelings that I welcome you to the team in his stead. With a heavy heart knowing you’ll be missing the mentorship of one of our founding members, but happy that you can meet one of our own that got what they were looking for. This is a place where we can work together, make some money, and get away with it. There’s no better club to join than that.”

Taking these. Writing...

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Before Ember could get a chance to get back up on stage, you held a hand up to stop any and all attempts to steal your spotlight.

“If I could just have your attention for a minute. I don’t mean to interrupt the brilliant performance of Ember Quade, but I’ve got a little something to say.”

“No yeah, that’s cool. I’ll just take a quick break.” Ember said, her eyes wide and her skin glistening with sweat.

“Someone get this party animal some water. She looks like she’s about to pass out.”

Ember wiped her forehead and turned to approach the refreshment table, but Flint had already grabbed her a cold bottle of water by stretching his sandy hands across the room. Ember gratefully accepted it and emptied it in an instant.

“We’ve got ourselves a real firecracker here, folks. Now just imagine if she could devote all that energy to her job.” you said.

Ember’s face flushed a bit, much to Felicia’s amusement.

“Give a speech!” Felicia shouted. Flint was right behind her, repeating the chant.

You held your hands up in surrender and nodded.

“For a crew whose first conception was cooked up by a webhead whose bright idea of going into a museum already being robbed by two separate thieves was to get everyone to work together, this outfit didn’t turn out so bad! I’m shocked too.”

The Desperados chuckled, and Felicia elbowed Hobie affectionately.

“We’ve made money. We’ve made friends.” you continued, gesturing at the thief girls. “We made some enemies that we don’t really care about, and we even did a good turn or three along the way, so don’t let anyone ever tell you that we never did anything for anybody.”

Murmurs of agreement bounced between your teammates as they quietly reminisced about old jobs and adventures.

“But there’s no point to all that money and power if you never get to spend it. On yourself, on others, or on some food truck you never heard of before that makes killer gyros. Mhmm, gyros.”

The others raised their glasses to that, and-

Hold up…

You snagged the open beer bottle that Araña had stolen right out of her hand. She let out a frustrated sigh, and you made a gesture that let her know you were going to be keeping an eye on her.

“As I was saying…” you said, pulling up your mask and taking a swig of the beer you’d just confiscated. “The point is, one of us is getting out of the game after having gotten what they want, long before they’re too old or too notorious to enjoy their fortune in peace. Prowler, the Desperados will miss you. But knowing when to walk away is the unwritten eleventh commandment of the Desperados. Because we didn’t think about it at the time, but still.”

That earned you a laugh from everyone except Benga. She only chuckled a bit, which you still counted as a win. Then, you turned your attention onto your newest recruit.

(Cont.)

“To Ember, it’s with mixed feelings that I welcome you to the team in his stead. With a heavy heart, I apologize for the fact that you’ll be missing the mentorship of one of our founding members, but I’m glad that you were here to see one of our own retiring from this life at a young age, in good health and in good standing with our team. He got what he wanted, and he got out. I can’t tell you how rare of a thing that is in this business.”

The Desperados nodded.

“You see, this is a business where we can work together, make some money, and get away with it. There’s no better club to join than that.” you said, raising your bottle to the air.

The Prowler gave you an approving smile, and Felicia was patting Ember on the back. The girl had stopped flinching every time Black Cat snuck up on her, but that might’ve been because she’d had a few drinks in her already.

What will you say/do?

>”Welcome to the Desperados. As long as you’re here, you’re family.”
>”And just as a reminder, if you don’t pick out a codename soon, one will be chosen for you, and it might not be the most flattering.”
>”Now, who wants to pick out a song that we can all drunkenly sing together?”
>”Does anyone else want to take a crack at giving a speech? I feel like mine would be a hard act to follow up with, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”
>"But that's enough from me. Let's get back to the party!"
>Give Prowler his gift.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5917031
>”And just as a reminder, if you don’t pick out a codename soon, one will be chosen for you, and it might not be the most flattering.”
>Give Prowler his gift.

>>5917031
>>”Welcome to the Desperados. As long as you’re here, you’re family.”

>>5917031
>>”Does anyone else want to take a crack at giving a speech? I feel like mine would be a hard act to follow up with, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

>>5917031
>>”Welcome to the Desperados. As long as you’re here, you’re family.”
>”And just as a reminder, if you don’t pick out a codename soon, one will be chosen for you, and it might not be the most flattering.”
Like Tronnie. Or Lighter. Or Holohard. Just the absolute worst names.
Hardlight, Hologram, or Mirage?
>”Does anyone else want to take a crack at giving a speech? I feel like mine would be a hard act to follow up with, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

I’m willing to wait on the gift until the end to not make a big deal over it. The party is the more important thing.

>>5917032
>>5917347
>>5917448
>>”Welcome to the Desperados. As long as you’re here, you’re family.”
>”And just as a reminder, if you don’t pick out a codename soon, one will be chosen for you, and it might not be the most flattering.”
>”Does anyone else want to take a crack at giving a speech? I feel like mine would be a hard act to follow up with, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

Taking these. Writing...

>>5918015
>>5919740
Also meant to include you

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“Welcome to the Desperados. As long as you're here, you're family.”

Ember raised her now empty water bottle. Felicia reached up to tousle her hair, and Flint had one tree-trunk sized arm wrapped around her shoulder. Ember looked mildly annoyed, but she didn’t blow up at anyone. She was only weakly fending off their attempts at skinship between comrades, and they didn’t look like they were willing to stop anytime soon.

“And just as a reminder, if you don’t pick out a codename soon, one will be chosen for you, and it might not be the most flattering.” you said.

The devious grin on Cat’s face told you that she was thinking up some rather unflattering codenames at this very moment.

“Is there a deadline for that?” Ember asked.

“You've got until we pull our first job. Just think about what you want to be called when you finally hit it big.” Flint advised.

“Think of it like creating a character in one of those role-playing games that you like.” Felicia added.

Ember's expression grew thoughtful at that.

“You know, I always thought committing literal crimes would be more serious than this.”

“We like to keep it casual. There's no rule against mixing business with pleasure.” Cat said with a wink.

Ember's cheeks colored a bit, and she backed away slightly. Instead of looking hurt, Cat merely seemed amused by the whole thing.

“Don't be shy, buttercup. I like to roleplay too.”

“I…don't think we're talking about the same thing.” Ember accurately judged.

“They can't be that different.” Cat countered. “And who knows? You might like it.”

“Give the kid a break, Cat.” Flint said, unable to stop himself from chuckling. “We don't wanna scare her off on her first day.”

“I'd expect nothing less from our most unsubtle ‘Master Thief’.” you said, not at all ashamed of the fact that you were currently hogging the mic.

Felicia raised both hands and shook her head.

“All I'm saying is, she's the only one here who isn't underage or going steady with someone. A girl can only find so many ways to entertain herself.”

If Flint was at all capable of blushing, he most certainly would have. Instead, he quickly glanced away and cleared his throat unnecessarily. Unless your best friend and sister were hiding things from you, they weren’t dating quite yet. And how your teammate found out about Flint’s crush on Vic was beyond you.

“Plus, it doesn't hurt that she's got a bit of junk in the trunk.” Cat said, giving Ember’s backside a light tap.

Ember yelped and reflexively swung an arm out at Felicia, but the white-haired woman easily stepped out of the way.

Everyone else in the room, you included, tilted your heads to get a better look at your new recruit.

Now that she mentioned it…

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Ember's gaze darted around the room, and you suddenly found yourself examining a particularly interesting stain on the wall.

“Does anyone else want to take a crack at giving a speech? I feel like mine would be a hard act to follow up with, but I'm feeling generous tonight.”

“Yeah. I've got something to say.”

Everyone turned to face Hobie. He had an unreadable expression on his face.

Wordlessly, you invited him to take the microphone from you, and gave him a pat on the shoulder on your way back.

For several seconds, Hobie said nothing. He simply stared out at everyone gathered here and nodded to himself before speaking.

“When we first started this little club…I thought it was a terrible idea.”

Everyone present in the audience chuckled, including Prowler himself.

“A bunch of thieves who don't know a damn thing about each other, teaming up and sleeping under the same roof. I was prepared to kill either one of you on the first night.”

“Love you too, buddy!” you shouted.

“But,” Hobie continued, ignoring your outburst. “That was before you showed me something I didn’t think I’d see from you. ‘Honor and respect’. There is nothing more valuable than those two things in this line of work. In fact, it’s safe to assume that pretty much everyone is out to get you.”

“He’s not exactly selling me on this ‘super-criminal’ thing.” Ember whispered to you.

“So I can say with full confidence that the people I see before me here tonight aren’t irredeemable pieces of trash.”

Everyone went quiet after that. You all exchanged glances, shrugged, and started a weak round of applause.

That was probably the best you were going to get from him.

“Hold on, hold on! I’m not done yet.” he claimed.

You gestured for him to continue.

“In less than a year, this team has done a lot of things. Some of it good, a lot of it bad. But all of it was pretty impressive. I don’t think I could’ve made nearly as much money if I was still rolling solo. So…to all the original Desperados out there…”

Everyone leaned closer, eager to hear what he had to say next.

“...I hope you all find what you’re looking for. Make your fortune, settle your debts, and get out before something happens to you. Because there are some jobs that you just don’t walk away from.”

For a while, no one said anything. The party went silent, and you could actually feel yourself sobering up after having that cruel dose of reality forced upon you.

But you could hardly blame the man for wanting to impart that message, because none of what he said was untrue. As much as you liked to fool around, it was important to remember that this wasn’t a game. People like you and Cat were in it for the thrills, but that didn’t mean that the stakes were any lower.

(Cont.)

If any of you messed up, someone would pay for it. Even if you did everything perfectly, there were times when you would just get plain unlucky. That was the nature of the job when you were living in the “Superhero Capital” of the world.

And while you always considered yourself a likable guy, there would be those whose goals are naturally opposed to yours.

Heroes. Vigilantes. Super-Villains. Anti-heroes. And even super-criminals such as yourself. Much like Prowler said, you’re basically fighting against the very city itself. And as much as he’d hate to admit it, he most likely said that for Ember’s benefit, as much as yours.

So, just like everyone else, you contributed to the slow, uncertain applause that Hobie’s speech had earned him. The mood was a bit somber for a while after that, but it quickly picked up again after Cat and Araña got back up to sing some karaoke.

—-------

What will you do when the party winds down?

>Invite the Desperados to sing one last song together. (Write-in.)
>Play some games with your friends. You’ve got a bunch now that you can afford to buy them all on release.
>Have Ember play around with her powers for everyone’s amusement. She can do some pretty incredible things if she puts her mind to it.
>Grab the guys for some drinks on the roof.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5919902
>Have Ember play around with her powers for everyone’s amusement. She can do some pretty incredible things if she puts her mind to it.
Fuck retirement. I wanna use our powers irresponsibly, get bit in the ass for it and learn nothing, ever.

>>5919902
>>Have Ember play around with her powers for everyone’s amusement. She can do some pretty incredible things if she puts her mind to it.

>>5919902
>>Have Ember play around with her powers for everyone’s amusement. She can do some pretty incredible things if she puts her mind to it.
She made a car before, ask her if she can make some awesome motorcycles for a joyride at some point, in that train of thought ask if she could make a spacecraft too if she reverse engineers the one we have

>>5919902
>Have Ember play around with her powers for everyone’s amusement. She can do some pretty incredible things if she puts her mind to it.
Re-enact scenes from “The Princess Bride”, only with lightsabers. That can be the warmup for something bigger like >>5920159. Maybe make a dragon for us to slay? Cat might have fun playing “Princess” for a bit, unless she can pressure Hobie to be the “damsel” who needs rescuing as he’s the one becoming an ordinary civilian.

>>5919923
>>5919937
>>5920159
>>5920398
>Have Ember play around with her powers for everyone’s amusement. She can do some pretty incredible things if she puts her mind to it.

You can make requests in the next vote! Writing...

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After everyone got tired of karaoke, you and the other somehow managed to convince Ember to play around with her powers.

There was, of course, the issue regarding her requiring electrical appliances to draw her pixels from, but you assured her that she was welcome to drive up your energy bill every now and again.

You could definitely afford it, and if anyone came asking, you could always tell them that you were mining bitcoin or something.

Lucky for you, Ember made sure to stock up on pixels before the party, so she only needed to top off a bit in order to work her magic.

You mentally complimented her for having the forethought to prepare some pixels in case of emergency.

Her presentation began with her creation of a school of colorful pixelated fish that swam through the air. Interestingly, they actually responded to outward stimuli as if they were really alive. When poked, prodded or swiped at, they would quickly swim away, only to drift back over a few minutes later. They really felt solid too.

For her next trick, she made a flat gray platform with four miniature characters fighting one another in a free-for-all brawl. She spent a bit of time refining her fighters’ designs until she was satisfied, before making some much needed alterations to the map. She introduced stage hazards, progressive terrain changes, and even a few item drops for the characters to use.

Naturally, there was a bit of betting involved, and the adults in the room started throwing money around as they picked favorites and cheered from where they sat. Things got even more intense when Ember created controllers for each character and explained how to play. But since this led to some people complaining to Ember about her designs for her character’s move-sets and the frame-data involved with such things, she quickly dispersed the pixels and reabsorbed them so that she could repurpose them for something else.

That was honestly the best way to avoid any further arguments breaking out, so you could see how she came to that conclusion.

Over the course of the next few minutes, though, Ember took a break to figure out what she would do next. In the meantime, you were more or less left to entertain yourselves with the virtual beach balls and screensaver icons that were currently bouncing around the room.

Ember was currently experimenting with several minigames, up to and including: A racing game with a constantly shifting track that looped around the entire warehouse. An aerial combat game with miniature space-ships locked in a galactic battle. A shooting range with incredibly life-like monsters popping out and slithering around furniture with impressive speed. And a multi-purpose combat training course where the player could pick a weapon and battle a virtual opponent of their choice.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Try out the various mini-games that she created. (Which ones?)
>Have Ember try her hand at creating some gear that you can use in the field.
>See if she can’t create some outfits for you and the other Desperados. You’re interested to see what she can come up with.
>Suggest that she try and create something else. (Write-in.)
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5921016
>>Try out the various mini-games that she created. (Which ones?)
The shooting range and Combat training course sounds like fun.

>>5921016
>Try out the various mini-games that she created. (Which ones?)
>The shooting range and combat training course! You're a crack shot and a damn fine fighter, might as well flaunt it.

>>5921016
>See if she can’t create some outfits for you and the other Desperados. You’re interested to see what she can come up with.
Take a trip down memory lane. See if she can put her own spin on the suits White Rabbit gave us for our bank robbery. Cat can share the pictures later.

I’ll also support >>5921119 and >>5921257. Dragon slaying can come another time.

>>5914230
My headcanon is that after Chop Suey, Benny also sang https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDl9ZMfj6aE With the whole leaning thing and making a small combust while on top of the sofa

>>5921016
>See if she can’t create some outfits for you and the other Desperados. You’re interested to see what she can come up with.
>Try out the various mini-games that she created. (Which ones?)
>The shooting range and combat training course! You're a crack shot and a damn fine fighter, might as well flaunt it.

>>5921119
>>5921257
>>5921475
>>5922003
>Try out the various mini-games that she created. (Which ones?)
>The shooting range and combat training course! You're a crack shot and a damn fine fighter, might as well flaunt it.
>See if she can’t create some outfits for you and the other Desperados. You’re interested to see what she can come up with.

Sorry for the delay! These past few days have been particularly busy for me. I should be able to get back on track by next week, hopefully.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5922003
Man, I haven't heard these guys in forever

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Out of all the games she made, the shooting range and virtual training course stood out to you. Mostly because you considered yourself to be good at both, and you weren't above flaunting that fact to everyone present.

And to your mild surprise, everyone else was willing to join you in the shooting mini-game. This required Ember to create a few more guns, but that didn't seem to bother her too much.

The guns in question looked more like plastic blaster pistols that looked like they could be found at a Disneyland theme park. They were blue, green and white, with oversized orange barrels and lots of useless tubes and wires that only served to make the gun look needlessly bulky.

Despite all that, however, they were a bit heavier than you would’ve expected. And if Ember made them to be real, then they were probably real. You would just have to be careful not to point them at one another.

The risk of friendly fire was further increased by the fact that everyone was dual-wielding blasters. Everyone other than Flint, that is. He was wielding four blasters after having grown two extra arms out of his torso.

“Everyone ready?” Ember asked.

When she didn’t hear any refusals, she started a countdown clock that completely encircled your group, leading you to realize that the monsters would be coming from every angle.

Your fears were confirmed as soon as the timer hit zero.

Multi-colored, generic demons with horns and bony protrusions spawned into existence before your very eyes in a flash of fire. Each one was a single, solid color. They wore no clothes, their eyes were small and beady, and they had ridiculously sharp fangs and claws.

These were very obviously the monsters that required immediate extermination. At first, you were a bit worried that Ember was going to add some innocent civilians into the mix, but you saw no evidence of such a mechanic being included into this shooting range.

So with that concern out of the way, you were free to let loose and unload. And in the blink of an eye, the entire first wave of demons were eliminated by you and your crew.

You were always a crack-shot, and your spider powers only served to enhance that trait. Your bullets simply went where you wanted them to go. Simple as.

So for every flashy maneuver and flourish, you were rewarded with a pixelated explosion that looked to be ripped straight out of a Megaman game.

Araña complained about the effect being too obstructive, so Ember added a quick bug fix to the next wave of demons.

Unsurprisingly, the thief girls had pretty good aim for kids their age. You wondered if they picked up the skill during their time in Gloria’s employ, or if they were taught by this “Low School” that they'd mentioned.

(Cont.)

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Whatever the case, it was hard to believe that they'd gone through so much before even becoming legal adults. If their story was to be believed, then they had already been initiated into and retired from the Thieves Guild. Or at least a particular branch of the infamous organization.

And just a few days ago, one of the founding members of the Desperados stole from said infamous organization. Currently, she and Prowler were displaying their near impeccable aim. It was impressive, although you weren’t used to seeing Hobie fighting out of costume.

While their teamwork wasn’t on the same level as Araña and Benga, their time working together in the Desperados had given them some measure of understanding of the capabilities, habits and thought processes of the other. There was an unspoken bond between them that they just couldn’t form with Flint due to his overall unpredictability as a fighter.

Speaking of the big lug, he was currently dishing out a truly impressive amount of firepower by simultaneously firing off all of his guns in multiple directions. And judging by the wide grin on his face, he was having the time of his life.

You might have to ask Ember to do stuff like this more often. Flint could use a little more joy in his life.

But if he was looking to beat your score, he had another thing coming. He had the worst aim out of all of you, after all.

—--

You became a blur of motion, hopping above and between your teammates and swiping their kills before they could even turn to shoot them. Your movements were as precise as your shots, using your intuitive sense for distance and spacing to take full advantage of your living room's terrain.

With each rapid pull of the trigger, another demon died, one after the other. You were firing as fast as your weapons would allow, having nailed down the timing between shots to achieve the most optimal rhythm.

And at the end of the sixth wave, which would've seen your comrades overwhelmed by a massive demon horde if not for your efforts, the final scores weren't even close. You had, without a doubt, blown everyone the fuck out of the water in those last few rounds.

A burst of virtual confetti popped out from either side of you, celebrating your victory with a round of simulated applause.

“I know. I'm pretty awesome.” you said, spinning your guns in both hands and blowing imaginary smoke out of both barrels.

This of course led to a lot of booing from your fellow Desperados. But the newer members of the team were temporarily frozen from shock. It was likely that none of them had ever seen you move like that before. Your true speed was a sight to behold, for sure.

“Thanks, Ember. That was pretty fun. Can we do the combat training course now?” you asked.

Ember blinked several times before nodding.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, sure.”

(Cont.)

“Count us out. We want to try that racing game you made.” Araña said, pointing back at the unfinished course. Benga nodded along in agreement.

“Got it. Let me just get these guys set up first.”

—------

According to Ember, the combat training course required a bit more finesse. The pixels involved were denser, and the “coding” she used for them had to be more responsive to account for weak spots, counter attacks, and any otherwise intelligent reaction.

There were multiple difficulties as well. And each difficulty would decide which enemies you fought, and how many you would fight at once.

Which difficulty will you choose?

>Normal: Fight one decently strong humanoid enemy of average intelligence.
>Hard: Fight three skilled humanoid enemies all at once.
>Master: Fight five master martial artists of varying intelligence. (Humanoid body types not guaranteed.)
>Impossible: ???

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5923405
>>Master: Fight five master martial artists of varying intelligence. (Humanoid body types not guaranteed.)

>>5923405
>>Master: Fight five master martial artists of varying intelligence. (Humanoid body types not guaranteed.)
We WERE on the cusp of something in our training. Maybe this might yield a revelation.

>>5923405
>Master: Fight five master martial artists of varying intelligence. (Humanoid body types not guaranteed.)
What >>5923515 said. We had our fun, let’s see if she’s good enough to actually teach us something through this.

>inb4 her "master martial artists" are all assorted videogame characters
Oh god please don't let it be Kiryu I don't wanna get Tiger Dropped.

>>5923405
>>Master: Fight five master martial artists of varying intelligence. (Humanoid body types not guaranteed.)

>>5923422
>>5923515
>>5923587
>Master: Fight five master martial artists of varying intelligence. (Humanoid body types not guaranteed.)

Taking these. Writing...

>>5923919
>>5924107
And you too!

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In the menu that Ember’s training course offered, you selected the second hardest difficulty. And she must have received notification of some sort when you did, because she immediately turned to stare at you as the course processed your request.

She paused, took a moment to examine your living room, and then bit her lip.

“Hmm. We should take this somewhere else. Somewhere less destructible.” she said, a thoughtful expression on her face. “Who else is doing the training course?”

“Sure. I'll give it a shot.” Flint said, raising his hand.

Ember nodded and glanced over to Cat and Prowler.

“We're good. We'll watch from the sidelines.” Prowler said.

Felicia didn't argue, so they must’ve decided together.

“Alright, then. Does anyone know a place nearby with enough open space where we can do this?” Ember asked.

“There's a good spot a few minutes away from here that I know about.” you offered. “I can swing us over there if you want.”

Ember looked tempted to take the offer, but she shook her head after a minute of consideration.

“Nah, I'll be alright.”

And in a flash of light, a layer of tiny pixels formed over her clothes, creating a tan and gold suit of form-fitting, ornate armor. And from her, a pair of golden, glowing wings sprouted and flexed.

With a single flap, she easily raised herself into the air. Cat let out an appreciative whistle.

“Lead the way.”

—-----

It took another minute for Ember to finish the racing course for the thief girls, but after that, you and the rest of the Desperados set off to find a good place for your sparring session.

Not wanting to be carried by you, Prowler opted to take the Wall Crawler out to keep pace with you. Cat was hanging off the side, letting the wind flow through her long white hair and laughing all the while. Chef Ameyama was more than a little surprised to see the giant wheel coming out around the corner and speeding down the street.

Several minutes later, you came to a clearing of concrete where there wasn't a whole lot of foot traffic. And even if someone did see you, who would dare to interfere or even get close?

Despite this, however, Prowler had brought along one of his spare masks to slip over his head. Being identified on the night of his retirement probably wasn't very high on his list of priorities.

“Are you ready?” Ember shouted, using her pixels to create a wide, circular ring of light around you, as well as an assortment of floating orbs surrounding you from all sides.

You guessed that your opponents would be spawning from those locations, but since you didn’t know who you’d be fighting, you weren't really able to plan accordingly.

“Ready as I'll ever be.” you replied.

“Alright. I'll start spawning in your opponents. You're not allowed to attack until the ring turns green. Got it?” she explained.

(Cont.)

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“‘Green means go’. Got it.” you said, throwing a few shadow punches to warm up your muscles.

A few seconds later, your first opponent started spawning in. And he was immediately familiar to anyone who was remotely experienced with fighting game titles.

The muscular, scarred form of Kazuya Mishima materialized before your very eyes, his single red eye blazing with hatred as it bored straight through you.

“Alright, that's a little intimidating, but I think I've got a decent chance of taking him out.” you muttered.

You were right to assume that she would use pre-existing game characters, then. A bit of meta-knowledge might do you good in this little bout.

The next character to spawn in was a little more terrifying, however.

The familiar, stoic face of Ryu from Street Fighter crystallized from Ember’s glowing particles. She took her time detailing every inch of his model, from his chiseled physique to his tattered gi.

You had no idea how well his powers and abilities would translate to this fight, but you hoped that they were at least a little less capable of harnessing supernatural energies.

Unfortunately, things only got worse when Giovanna from Guilty Gear and Yoshimitsu from Tekken spawned in behind you.

“Seriously? TWO Tekken characters?”

“Hey, Yoshimitsu's in SoulCal too.” Ember easily replied, not even bothering to open her eyes so as to not break her concentration.

This was starting to get hairy. Quite literally in Giovanna’s case.

The translucent, green spirit wolf that floated over her shoulder snarled angrily at you, exposing its sharp fangs in a flash of white.

You didn't know enough about her character or her moves to make accurate judgements about what she would do in a fight like this. And the range increase that Yoshimitsu's sword would give him could prove to be even more troublesome. He was also the only one here with a weapon. You would need to be extra careful

And as the last opponent spawned in, you held your breath and prayed for a slightly weaker fighter.

But when the last fighter turned out to be an angry, cartoonish brown calf with a lasso in her mouth, you couldn't help but stare in bewilderment.

“Wait a minute. Which game is this?”

The warning did say that humanoid fighters aren't guaranteed, but this was a little…

“Kick some ass out there, Benny!” Flint called out.

“Try not to lose to the baby cow!” Felicia added.

You were about to come up with a biting retort, but right at that very moment, the ring turned green, and everyone exploded into motion.

Ryu shot out a projectile, Kazuya inched towards you slowly, Yoshimitsu circled around to flank you from the left, and the wolf girl and cartoon cow ran straight for you.

(Cont.)

What will you do at the start of the round?

>Head straight for the calf, bait her into lassoing you, and then bait Yoshimitsu into cutting it for you.
>Use your webs to drag Kazuya into the path of Ryu’s projectile. Maybe it was possible to get the CPU to start fighting one another.
>Meet the wolf and calf head-on with a flurry of flame-fueled punches. You’re faster than they are, and you can use their aggressive tactics against them.
>Shape your webs into a sword-breaker and use it to snatch Yoshimitsu’s weapon away from him.
>Pull out your pistols and start firing at the two rushing towards you. Zoning was a proper tactic in fighting games, after all.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5924241
>Pull out your pistols and start firing at the two rushing towards you. Zoning was a proper tactic in fighting games, after all.
Also:
>Web the cow's mouth, don't let it use it's lasso... however it would otherwise use it. Hooves maybe? How do they work?


>>5924239
>TFH
I kek'd

>>5924241
>>Meet the wolf and calf head-on with a flurry of flame-fueled punches. You’re faster than they are, and you can use their aggressive tactics against them.

>>5924241
>Meet the wolf and calf head-on with a flurry of flame-fueled punches. You’re faster than they are, and you can use their aggressive tactics against them.
>Use your webs on the ground to start zoning your attackers. Fighting game characters aren’t built for CC, but you are.
I’ll also back the write-in from >>5924250, it’s easy to mix in with the punches targeting the wolf and pony.

We can’t only zone a few fighters and there’s too many to keep our pistols on them. We can make their footwork more difficult with our webs though. Ground webs can’t be beaten with just one or two slashes, and they’re effectively fireproof.

Hopefully most of these characters have weaker air game than ground game. I’m sure ours is fairly strong.

>>5924241
>Pull out your pistols and start firing at the two rushing towards you. Zoning was a proper tactic in fighting games, after all.
I wanna wait until we have almost everybody else cleared before we deal with Kazuya. If Ember knows her shit, she probably programmed him with 1 or 2 transformations.

>>5924241
>>Pull out your pistols and start firing at the two rushing towards you. Zoning was a proper tactic in fighting games, after all.

>>5924513
>>5924776
>>5924250
>Pull out your pistols and start firing at the two rushing towards you. Zoning was a proper tactic in fighting games, after all.
>Web the cow's mouth, don't let it use it's lasso... however it would otherwise use it. Hooves maybe? How do they work?

Taking these. Writing...

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Without hesitation, you whipped out the pistols that you snagged from the Chameleon and started firing at the two that were rushing straight towards you.

The horse was sent flying by the barrage, seemingly taking the most damage of the two, while Giovanna used her spirit wolf to block the shots meant for her.

Before your opponent could reach you, though, you sent a precise web shot at the horse's mouth, gluing it shut so as to prevent it from using its lasso or biting you. You really had no idea what it intended to do to you after closing the distance, but you didn’t care to find out.

And there was certainly a joke to be made about horses and glue, but your thoughts were interrupted by the heavy kick that the wolf lady had aimed at your head. It was packing enough power behind it that the forearm you'd used to block the attack was throbbing. She was far stronger than she looked.

With your free hand, you fired a couple of quick shots at her torso, sending her flying backwards in an overly dramatic fashion.

Immediately afterwards, you flipped around in mid-air and fired a bullet straight at the center of Ryu's projectile. Both bullet and spirit ball exploded when they made contact with one another, canceling each other out. Ryu responded by immediately firing another one, and you groaned in irritation.

Kazuya inched forward yet again, but he was still a ways off from Yoshimitsu or the other rushdown characters.

Speaking of the demonic swordsman…

A blur of flashing steel came whirling towards you, and you had to roll underneath it to avoid being beheaded or sliced in half.

Yoshimitsu was currently spinning past you with his sword held out. If you had been prepared for it, you might have been able to launch a counter-attack. But it was too late. He was already recovering, and Giovanna was already on you again a moment later, her wolf's jaws opened wide as if to swallow you whole.

What will you do?

>Shoot a fireball down the wolf's throat.
>Steal the horse's lasso and use it to tie up Giovanna and her wolf.
>Grab the horse with a webline and drag her into the way of the wolf's mouth.
>Stuff the wolf's mouth full of spiked webbing.
>Create a spiked fist made of flaming webbing and smack them both aside with a wide swing.

Pastebins:

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

Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5925374
>Grab the horse with a webline and drag her into the way of the wolf's mouth.
>See if you can't bind Yoshimitsu with your webbing and start pummeling him

>>5925374
>Grab the horse with a webline and drag her into the way of the wolf's mouth.
>… or reverse-Scorpion the horse and drag yourself over to her for a charged flame-fist. Go with the flow!
Hey, if it turns out she weighs more than we think then use her to get out of the way instead. Win-win no matter what.

I’m okay with switching to Yoshimitsu per >>5925377 if tactic “hoof in mouth” works.

>>5925374
>>Shoot a fireball down the wolf's throat.

>>5925377
>>5925500
>Grab the horse with a webline and drag her into the way of the wolf's mouth.
>See if you can't bind Yoshimitsu with your webbing and start pummeling him

Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>5927066
ATTA!

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>5927066
C'mon, go maximum spider

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5927066

>>5927069
>>5927105
>>5927117
>50

Taking these. Writing...

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Immediately, you leaned away from the wolf and the side, snagging the cartoon horse with a webline and yanking her towards you.

She made a hilariously startled expression when you did so, and you just managed to pull her relatively light frame in the way of the wolf's snapping jaws.

The cow yelped in pain, but there was no blood, or any other clear sign of injury. Her character model was still more or less as pristine as when she'd been generated.

Not wanting to linger here any longer than was necessary, you bounded away and flipped towards Yoshimitsu, catching him off guard.

He prepared to slash at you, but you were careful to maintain a safe distance from him as you began weaving a web cocoon around him.

To your surprise, however, Yoshimitsu did something that you truly didn't expect. With his cursed sword, he actually managed to cut your webbing as you wove it.

Despite the fact that he was an energy construct created by Ember. Despite the fact that he shouldn't be anywhere near as powerful as he was in the actual games. Despite the fact that your new diet should be making your webs stronger than ever, Yoshimitsu was cutting your webs almost as fast as you could shoot them out. All while making bizarre, resonating battle-cries.

At some point, you gave up on the web cocoon and just aimed for his feet to root him in place. This seemed to work, to some degree.

His mobility was severely reduced, but that didn't eliminate the threat of that accursed blade. Sure, you managed to get a few good hits in, but it wasn't long before Giovanna and the horse were back on you. Between the aggressive maneuvers of the rushdown characters, Yoshimitsu's unpredictable fighting style, and Ryu's consistent projection of fireballs, you were feeling the pressure building up.

In the process of avoiding Yoshimitsu’s blade, you earned yourself a swift kick to the abdomen. You leaned away to avoid any further damage, only to feel a sharp pain in your side when the cartoon horse rammed her horns into your ribs.

Instead of resisting, you relaxed your body and let the momentum carry you away from your opponents. And just time too.

Because the sweeping heel kick that Giovanna sent your way felt like it could've taken your head off if it hit you directly.

Kazuya inched a bit closer, and-

Wait, when did he get that close? Either this ring's been shrinking, or you've been jumping around so much that you accidentally maneuvered yourself into Kazuya's path.

Aside from that cheeky maneuver with the horse and the wolf earlier, you haven't really felt like you've done any substantial damage to your opponents. Then again, you suspect that most normal folks wouldn't be nearly as durable as these guys.

If you wanted a chance at winning this, you were going to have to start making plays.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Avoid Kazuya and jump in on Ryu. He's not the only one who can shoot fireballs!
>Engage Kazuya and use your adhesive abilities to lock down his movements and burn him at close range.
>Blind Kazuya with your webs and clobber him with a web mallet.
>Jump back towards the other three and lean into the hellish training you've been doing with Callisto.
>Call out Ember for not giving these guys health bars or damage states that reflect their condition.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5927214
>Jump back towards the other three and lean into the hellish training you've been doing with Callisto.

>>5927214
>>Engage Kazuya and use your adhesive abilities to lock down his movements and burn him at close range.

>>5927214
>>Engage Kazuya and use your adhesive abilities to lock down his movements and burn him at close range.

>>5927214
>Jump back towards the other three and lean into the hellish training you've been doing with Callisto.
Be the crowd control.

>>5927302
>>5927633
>>5927309
>>5927447
Would you guys like to flip a coin to decide the result of this vote, wait for another vote, or change a vote?

>>5927894
I'll help
>>5927214
>Jump back towards the other three and lean into the hellish training you've been doing with Callisto.

>>5927302
>>5927633
>>5927896
>Jump back towards the other three and lean into the hellish training you've been doing with Callisto.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5927898
Rollin’

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5927898

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>5927898

>>5927901
>>5927918
>>5927935
>97+10!

Taking these. Writing...

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>97

Instead of facing down the single most terrifying enemy on the field, you sprang backwards, bounding back into the cluster of game characters that you were originally running from. The sudden decision seemed to catch all of them off guard, because they hesitated to attack you when you landed between all of them. And that was when you struck.

Your assault was multi-pronged and entirely improvised. There wasn’t much skill or finesse behind it. You just kept hitting them.

A rapid series of blows to Giovanna’s face and stomach. An elbow to Yoshimitsu’s nose and a backhanded chop to his throat. A flurry of kicks and stomps aimed at the squat cartoon cow.

You could barely call it a cohesive combination. All you were doing was juggling your attention between your opponents, not giving them any room to breathe by taking advantage of your superior speed and reflexes. And there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

Because Callisto wasn’t teaching you anything fancy. There were no complex forms or secret combat techniques in her lessons. Only overwhelming offense. She taught you how to deal with it, and how to dish it out. You might never be as good as the disciplined, infinitely more skilled martial artists that you kept running into. Your teacher was well aware of that fact.

Even so, she didn’t seem at all concerned with the idea of raising a prodigy. Because in her words: “Nothing else mattered so long as you were the one still standing in the end.”

And in your opinion, no wiser words had ever been spoken.

>97+10
>107!
>M-M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!

Giovanna aimed a swift kick at your head. You reacted by pushing his leg up higher with the back of your hand, and pushing it over in the same motion. With the other hand, you delivered a straight punch to her sternum, webbed her suspenders, and pulled her into yet another barrage of rapid punches.

Yoshimitsu attempted to smash butt of his sword into the side of your face, but you quickly caught it, swept his leg and used your own to perform a devastating heel drop to his face, sending him crashing down to the floor in a crumpled heap.

The cartoon cow moved to bite your extended leg, but you were already moving your other leg to hook under her stomach and launch her into the air as if she were a living soccer ball. Then, while she was still flailing in the air, you caught her in a web net, and began using her as an improvised weapon, beating the other two over the head by swinging her around like a flail. And unfortunately for her, you doubted your web would break under the pressure of your swings anytime soon.

(Cont.)

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You focused the majority of your attacks on the prone Yoshimitsu, preventing him from getting back up and using his sword. You tuned out the cow’s pained grunts and muffled screams to the best of your ability, relentlessly pummeling the cyborg samurai with her as if you were an overly aggressive kid in a pillow fight. Thankfully, your weapon was a light construct, so she had no bones to break or any blood to bleed. So when she’d expended her usefulness, her body flashed brightly, before fizzling out of existence.

Yoshimitsu groaned miserably as you stood over him.

“You’ve heard of someone beating a dead horse, but what about someone using a dead horse to beat you?” you said, your breaths coming out a bit ragged.

“I thought it was a cow!” Cat shouted from her place outside the ring.

“Eh. Same difference.” you replied.

You would’ve said more, but your attention was soon diverted by your spider-sense warning you of Giovanna’s incoming attack. When you turned to face her, you immediately noticed that something was different.

Her hair was glowing a brighter shade of red, her skin was now of a similar hue to that of her spirit wolf, and the symbol that had once been on its forehead was now on hers. The possessed woman glared at you through blank eyes, her movements looking sharper and deadlier somehow.

But when she threw her first kick, you reacted in a way she didn’t expect. You rushed in, getting right up in her face and grabbed her outstretched leg. Your sticky fingers made it next to impossible for her to pull away, and her fighting style didn’t seem to include many punches, so you were confident that you’d caught her on the backfoot, quite literally.

Without thinking, you threw her leg back down to the ground, webbing it in place and forcing her to crouch down in an uncomfortable position to account for the overstretched limb. And as soon as she did, you aimed a rising knee straight at her nose. Her head shot back, but she stayed firmly rooted in place.

You stomped down on her exposed knee, and used your other leg to launch a flaming kick directly at her forehead. But what really did her in was the fireball that Ryu had launched. It had been intended for you, but you were generous enough to let Giovanna eat the hit for you. Her model derezzed a moment later, leaving a glob of webbing where her foot had been.

Behind you, Yoshimitsu loudly hopped to his feet. Between the clattering of his armor and his constant screaming, he wasn't very likely to sneak up on anyone.

He lunged, and you just barely managed to sidestep his sword-strike in time to web his hands to his legs before he could recover. Immediately afterwards, you leapt onto him, continuing your beatdown from earlier.

(Cont.)

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You punched, backhanded, elbowed and chopped mercilessly, turning your each and every movement into a lethal weapon. If you had time to waste on winding a fist back to strike him, then you could at least hit him along the way. You were strong enough where even slight movements like that were considered dangerous.

It was then that Callisto’s lessons were finally starting to click into place. She wasn’t trying to turn you into a martial arts master. She was trying to teach you how to use what you already had in spades.

You were the goddamned Huntsman. Everything about you was lethal if you wanted it to be. Your enhanced strength, speed and durability made you into a living weapon. All you needed was someone to show you how to use your gifts.

By the time Yoshimitsu had been able to get anywhere close to cutting himself free, he was already fading out in a burst of pixels as you literally punched him to pieces.

You were being too nice before. Sometimes, in order to win, brutality was required. Brutality, and a bit of desperation. You needed to fight like your life depended on it. Like a cornered rat, or some other feral animal.

The sound of nearby cheering was somewhat drowned out by your heart hammering in your ears and the sound of your own breath filling up your mask. You tried to focus on that as you locked eyes with your last two remaining opponents. Ryu was still shooting slow-moving projectiles, but your spider sense made it easy enough to anticipate where they’d be. Plus, you were pretty sure that you had a good idea of their max range.

Both Ryu and Kazuya had taken combat-ready stances, and were trying to anticipate your next move.

What will you do?

>Close in on Ryu, try to bait out a flashy move from him, and then punish him when he whiffs.
>Subject Kazuya to your overwhelming offense. He can’t punish you if he can’t keep up with you.
>Trap Kazuya in an infinite grab-chain. You’d like to see him tech your throws when your hands are literally stuck to his body.
>Pull out your pistols and unload on Ryu. Your projectiles are better than his, and you can fire them a lot faster.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5928022
>Flip into the air over Kazuya and shoot dual weblines Ryu, yanking them as hard as you can for a center mass divekick

>>5928022
>Subject Kazuya to your overwhelming offense. He can’t punish you if he can’t keep up with you.
Supposedly Kazuya is one of the hardest characters in Tekken to counter. I’m curious if newly-emboldened Huntsman is simply better than even that.

I’ll back >>5928042 in the event of a tie. That still sounds cool.

>>5928071
>Supposedly Kazuya is one of the hardest characters in Tekken to counter.
If you're playing by the rules of Tekken, yes.
If you're an ungodly strong flaming acrobat with guns and nigh-unbreakable webs however...
This is assuming we're just dealing with plain old Kazuya though. Otherwise...

>>5928022
>>Subject Kazuya to your overwhelming offense. He can’t punish you if he can’t keep up with you.

>>5928071
>>5928501
>Subject Kazuya to your overwhelming offense. He can’t punish you if he can’t keep up with you.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5928732

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>5928732

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>5928732
Eat these ten (thousand) strings you goddamn Vegeta look-a-like.

>>5928751
>>5928767
>>5928782
>69

Nice. Taking these. Writing...

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>69

Not wanting to give up any of your momentum, you ran straight for Kazuya and threw a quick combination of punches and kicks. Your limbs blurred as you subjected the mighty Kazuya Mishima to your newly developed “overwhelming offense”.

Despite your relentless attacks, however, Kazuya was content to fight defensively. He was likely searching for an opening, but you didn't intend to give him-

Somehow, Kazuya's right fist managed to connect with your chin, slipping through your guard and landing a clean uppercut that knocked you off your feet.

Your vision swam for a second, and your normally perfect sense of balance was thrown out of whack as Kazuya advanced to air juggle you with even more uppercuts and haymakers.

For several seconds, you defied gravity and spun through the air, propelled only by the punches of Kazuya. Somehow, his hits felt like they were equally distributing damage throughout your entire body. Like a painful shock that started at your legs, and set your entire nervous system on fire from the barest bit of contact.

When your back finally made contact with the ground, you rolled over and tried to spin away, but Kazuya quickly followed up with a kick that knocked your arm out from under you, followed by a chop aimed at your head.

You luckily avoided that one, and the follow-up axe-kick only missed you by a hair.

You rolled away, flipping onto your hands and pushing off the ground in order to create a bit of distance.

To your great relief, Ryu hadn't thrown a single fireball during that entire exchange. Instead, he was content to sit back and view the fight with his arms folded over his broad chest, and a stoic expression on his face.

Taking out Kazuya would be tricky. Especially if he was going to punish you as hard as he did just now, only for making a simple mistake.

Only, it wasn’t a simple mistake. During your assault, you’d let your guard down. Your hands weren’t in a position to protect your head, since they were constantly moving to attack Kazuya. Your spider sense had warned you of his attack, but you weren’t in a good position to defend yourself at the time.

And therein lies the crucial flaw of your developing fighting style. Your offense was your defense, but it wasn’t impenetrable. The moment someone found a gap, they could exploit it and throw off the entire rhythm you’d worked so hard to build up.

You needed to account for this somehow.

What will you do?

>Create a suit of semi-solid web armor. It should absorb some of the impact from your opponent's blows.
>Wreathe your body in flame. If he can’t touch you, then he can’t hit you.
>Rely on your body’s natural durability to tank hits. The next time Kazuya swings at you, you’re going to plant your feet, protect your extremities, and brace for impact.
>Blindfold yourself. You need to learn to trust your senses more than your eyes and ears.
>Write-in.

>>5928865
>>Rely on your body’s natural durability to tank hits. The next time Kazuya swings at you, you’re going to plant your feet, protect your extremities, and brace for impact.
Little did Kazuya know, WE'RE BUILT DIFFERENT.

>>5928865
>Blindfold yourself. You need to learn to trust your senses more than your eyes and ears.
You are a spider person, be a spider person.

>>5928865
>>Blindfold yourself. You need to learn to trust your senses more than your eyes and ears.

>>5928912
>>5929055
>Blindfold yourself. You need to learn to trust your senses more than your eyes and ears.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

I'll update again as soon as I'm available.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5929449
they don't see me rolling

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>5929449
Watch out

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5929449
Dex build it is

>>5929540
Clearly our early training with Matt taught us some things we had yet to really try.

>>5929478
>>5929518
>>5929540
>97

Nice save! Taking these. Writing...

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>97

Your mind raced to find a solution to this problem, and out of all the ideas that passed through it, you settled on the most outlandish one.

Your mutation may have improved your natural senses, but they were nothing compared to the sixth sense you’ve developed. It was hard to explain.

It alerted you to danger, and anything else that you perceived as a threat. And if you were being honest, it's probably the only reason you were still alive. But it was much more than that.

It wasn’t just danger you felt, it was…well, everything. The shifting of wind current, the wingbeats of insects that flew past you, the rumbling of cars in the distance and trains that ran deep underground. It was faint, and you’d long since learned to categorize it all as background noise, but it was always there, threatening to overwhelm you if you ever tried paying too much attention to it.

You had no idea how people like Callisto, Matt or even Joyce dealt with it. But whatever cost they had to pay must have been worth it, because they were some of the best fighters you’ve ever seen. And while they had years of experience and training on you, they weren’t nearly as fast and strong as you were. All you needed was a way to close the gap. And your sixth sense might just be the key to that.

“This is probably a really bad idea…” you muttered, easily weaving a band of silk with your web-shaping power.

The way that Madame Webb described it, your spider-sense was something like a psychic threat detection system. A low-level clairvoyant ability that sets off a tingling sensation in the back of your skull. Sometimes it was a weak, barely noticeable thing. Other times, it rang so loud in your head that it caused you physical pain.

It was omnidirectional and ever-present. So far as you knew, there was no way to shut it off, and you never had to strain to use it. It’s protected you from everything from gunfire to collapsing buildings. It even warns you when someone’s about to catch you with your mask off.

You couldn’t have asked for a more useful survival tool. And while you might not fully understand it, you trust it more than you ever have with anyone or anything else in your entire life. So you didn’t think it was entirely out of the question to entrust your safety to it; to let it compensate for the sense that you used more often than anything.

Slowly, you placed the blindfold you’d created over your eyes and tied it off at the back. You could hear the exasperated exclamations from everyone in the audience as you did so, but you didn’t pay them any mind. All that mattered was what was right in front of you.

No…

What was slightly to the left of you. Kazuya was moving. You could feel it. But not through your spider sense, even though he was radiating a faint impression of danger.

(Cont.)

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No. It was sort of similar to the way you could detect oncoming cars and passing trains through the vibrations in your feet. Now that you were paying close attention to it, you could feel his every-

You threw your head to the side and ducked under a punch from Kazuya. The others you took on your shoulders and elbows, trying to protect your face, throat and chest. You weren’t confident enough to try anything fancy while blindfolded, and your instincts had done most of the work in moving your body to protect itself.

You could feel it. The moment your spider sense went off, your body was already moving for you, making decisions before you were even entirely conscious of it. Your reflexes were so finely tuned that they were firing off on autopilot whenever your “fight or flight” response got triggered.

But more than that, even without your spider sense, you already had a vague idea of where and when Mishima was moving. You could feel the vibrations in the ground through your feet, and the subtle shift of air current through your arms.

No, you could always feel it. But you were only just now paying attention to it. They probably weren't anywhere as accurate as Matt’s senses, but you had always known how sensitive your hands and feet were. The way that you could pick up bits and pieces of conversation from inside buildings when you were scaling them. The way the hairs on arm stood up on end when you were just about to be hit by something big.

Without you even realizing it, they greatly contributed to the way that you perceived the world. After all, your physical body was only an extension of your supposed semi-psychic senses. The information that it provided to the spider sense probably played a huge part in enhancing its effectiveness. So if you could train your body to pick up on these little hints…

You stepped back, feeling the wind behind Kazuya’s viscous backhand blow past your nose. Your head slipped back and forth, avoiding the swift straight punches he’d thrown immediately afterwards. You felt his weight shift significantly to one side of his body, and you moved your leg back reflexively just in time to avoid having it be swept out from under you.

As soon as your foot lost contact with the ground, the mental image you’d painted of him in your mind grew a bit hazier.

Your spider sense throbbed in the back of your head, warning you of two dangerous objects that were approaching you rapidly. You grabbed hold of both of them, recognizing them as Kazuya’s muscular arms. You pulled them over your shoulder, pivoted your body under and around, and threw him with all your might.

You felt the powerful vibrations as his body smacked against the pavement, the grinding sound of him digging his fingers into the earth in order to slow himself down and avoid falling out of the ring. He was still in one piece, but he’d taken significant damage from that throw.

(Cont.)

What will you do?

>Plant your feet, square your shoulders, raise your fists, and prepare to throw a wicked fast punch as soon as he enters your range.
>Crouch down low, place your hands on the ground as well, and fight Kazuya whilst crawling at high speeds.
>Weave a web together using weblines connected to the ground and nearby buildings. They should help you in sensing vibrations from multiple directions.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

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

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5930522
>>Crouch down low, place your hands on the ground as well, and fight Kazuya whilst crawling at high speeds.

>>5930522
>Crouch down low, place your hands on the ground as well, and fight Kazuya whilst crawling at high speeds.
As goofy as it’d look, I can see us having a really well-timed pounce. Our ability to stick to surfaces should let us throw ourselves around far better than most animals ever could as well.

>>5930522
>Crouch down low, place your hands on the ground as well, and fight Kazuya whilst crawling at high speeds.
Kazuya's a striker at heart. If we can keep him guessing with our crawling and strikes from the ground, we might just open him up for a super strength submission.
That's assuming we don't get our head kicked off or stomped into the ground first.

>>5930548
>>5930618
>>5930628
>Crouch down low, place your hands on the ground as well, and fight Kazuya whilst crawling at high speeds.

Roll 1d100+15, bo3!

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>5930690
KAZUYAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Rolled 4 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5930690

Rolled 13 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>5930690
Cutting it close again. I hope this works…

>>5930522
>>Crouch down low, place your hands on the ground as well, and fight Kazuya whilst crawling at high speeds.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>5930690

>>5930699
>>5930706
>>5930727
>49

Taking these. Writing...

>>5930762
This one came too late, I'm afraid!

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>49

If you were getting this much info from your feet being in contact with the ground, then you'd surely have an easier time if all four of your limbs were touching the ground.

Feeling confident in your theory, you crouched down low and assumed a position as if you were about to scale a vertical surface. It made you look and feel ridiculous, but you also sensed an immediate change in the accuracy of your seismic sense.

You found that you were able to deduce Kazuya's exact distance from you, as well as his weight, height, and the rough shape of his body.

Despite all the punishment you put them through, your hands and feet were surprisingly sensitive to have picked up any of this.

“Alright. Maybe this isn't so stupid after all.” you muttered to yourself.

“Why's he got his ass in the air?” Flint asked loudly.

“I don't know, but I'm not complaining.” Felicia said with a purr.

“Will you two stop staring at the man's ass and watch the damn fight?” Prowler snapped.

You tried your best to ignore them, but it was a bit difficult when your body was picking up the vibrations that their conversation was generating.

So instead, you focused on the feeling of the concrete crunching under your fingers as you dug them into the ground. Like a tiger, your muscles grew taut as you became poised to strike. Then, in an instant, you were off like a shot, eliminating the distance between you and Kazuya in the blink of an eye.

“Damn, he moves fast!” Araña exclaimed. You'd barely noticed her approaching the others at all. She must’ve come over to see what all the fuss was about.

“He’d better hope Ryu doesn’t spam low-kicks, or he’s toast.” Ember said, standing apart from the others.

You ignored them all, working on propelling yourself across the ring as fast as possible. Kazuya went to kick you across the cheek, but you dove over his leg, skidded to a halt, and placed your limbs down one over the other until you were circling back around to his left.

He was already turning to catch you, his left foot positioning for a stomp. You easily slid out of the way, and-

At the last moment, his foot changed direction and hooked under your stomach. Before you knew it, he'd managed to lift you into the air the same way you’d done to the cartoon cow. And with your contact to the ground interrupted, your senses were muddled just long enough for Kazuya to pull you into yet another brutal air combo that ended in him slamming directly into your chest with a flying kick.

The attack flung you backward, directly into the path of Ryu, who sent you flying back in the direction of Kazuya with a spinning kick of his own.

Either he had changed his mind about getting involved in the fight, or you had gotten close enough where he felt the need to attack you directly.

(Cont.)

The reason behind it didn't matter in your opinion. Because if Ryu was getting involved, then you would have to be extra mindful of your positioning and–

Your spider sense went wild, and you only barely managed to get your hands up in time to block the lariat from Kazuya that threatened to decapitate you.

You slammed into his arm, and then the ground as he killed the majority of your momentum just by standing in your way. It was all you could do to avoid being placed into another ground combo by crawling away and giving yourself time to recover. Except this time, Kazuya was actively pursuing you.

What will you do?

>Give your current strategy another try. You just need to get used to fighting like this.
>Lay down some web traps to slow him down, and then wail on him when he stops moving.
>Cover your hands in spiky web thorns and grab his leg.
>Heat up the ground beneath his feet so that he takes unavoidable damage by fighting near you.
>Write-in.

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5931451
>>Heat up the ground beneath his feet so that he takes unavoidable damage by fighting near you.

>>5931451
>Heat up the ground beneath his feet so that he takes unavoidable damage by fighting near you.

>>5931451
>>Heat up the ground beneath his feet so that he takes unavoidable damage by fighting near you.
sounds good

>>5931469
>>5931698
>>5932302
>Heat up the ground beneath his feet so that he takes unavoidable damage by fighting near you.

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Waves of heat flowed down into the ground through your hands and feet, causing the ground below you to sizzle.

Seeing as how Kazuya didn't wear any shoes, you figured that he'd have a lot of trouble stepping onto super-heated concrete. And your theory was proven correct when Kazuya immediately jumped away after getting too close to you.

The only downside was that the change in temperature made it so that the airflow around your arms changed drastically, making it slightly harder to perceive his movements.

That being said, you had to rely on your sense of hearing, your faint seismic sense, and your much stronger spider sense to win this fight.

You advanced on Kazuya, striking at him with burning hands and grabbing hold of his limbs whenever he attempted to retaliate. This strategy earned you more than a few bruises as you settled on the strategy of blindly striking at him and chasing him down by crawling at his feet when he tried to back off.

He clearly didn't like this new rhythm, as his inability to keep his feet in contact with the ground didn't allow him any room for clean counter-attacks.

And soon enough, your rapid strikes started to chip away at his hard-light body. You couldn't actually see the damage that had been building up, but you could sense the parts of his body that were starting to fade away.

At some point, you even let the flames shroud your entire body as you latched onto Kazuya and tore at his simulated flesh. You took a few unnecessary hits in the process, but you couldn't complain about the results.

Kazuya's avatar faded into pixels and flew back towards Ember, leaving you alone with Ryu in the ring. It was to your great fortune that Ember didn’t have enough time to code in another form for Kazuya. You were starting to get curious about what she could accomplish if she really took her time.

“Thanks for being patient and waiting your turn.” you said, turning your head in Ryu’s direction. "You know, aside form the time that you kicked me in the spine."

Your senses told you that he had changed stances, and was now prepared to engage you in combat.

What will you do?

>Run up to Ryu and spam low-kicks!
>Repeat the same strategy you used on Kazuya to defeat Ryu.
>Create a pair of enlarged web gauntlets and use them to smack Ryu around.
>Engage your opponent in an honest battle with no tricks. You genuinely want to try and develop this new fighting style of yours.
>Write-in.

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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
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The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5932363
>Engage your opponent in an honest battle with no tricks. You genuinely want to try and develop this new fighting style of yours.
If we eat shit, let it be a lesson to the newbies. Fighting fair CAN get you hurt, so you better have a damn good reason for doing so.

>>5932363
>Engage your opponent in an honest battle with no tricks. You genuinely want to try and develop this new fighting style of yours.
What >>5932438 says, our excuse is that this is training and training is for trying new things and solidifying known things. We accomplished the latter, now we’re doing the former.

>>5932363
>>Engage your opponent in an honest battle with no tricks. You genuinely want to try and develop this new fighting style of yours.

>>5932438
>>5932447
>>5932545
>Engage your opponent in an honest battle with no tricks. You genuinely want to try and develop this new fighting style of yours.

Roll 1d100, bo3!

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5932549
BRING IT THE FUCK OOOOOOOOOON!!!

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>5932550
Please be merciful dice gods.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5932549

>>5932550
>>5932587
>>5932598
>98

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>98

You crouched low to the ground once more, positioning yourself the same way you would if you were about to scale up a wall.

Ryu's stance shifted slightly to account for your unusual posture, but you could tell that he was more than a little perplexed by the sight.

Before he could fire off another projectile, you were already advancing on him.

You easily avoided a punch and a sweeping kick from Ryu, slipped past his defenses and landed a solid punch to his stomach.

He staggered back, inadvertently allowing you to crawl between his legs and get behind him. While he was busy turning around to face you, you pushed off the ground with your hands and thrust your heel into his ribs with enough force to crack a brick wall.

Ryu must have been made of sturdier stuff, because he barely flinched this time as he stepped in to aim another punch at your chest. You flipped over and propped yourself up on your hands and feet, your eyes pointed at the sky as Ryu’s fist sailed right over your head.

Then, before he could even recover from his own attack, you leaned back on your palms and performed a kick-up kick aimed at his chest. But you didn’t stop there.

You used the adhesive nature of your feet to your advantage, using his chest as a foothold as you spun and kicked him right in the ear, a feat that would’ve been impossible for anyone without your level of coordination and flexibility.

Ryu's immediate reaction was to grab you by your shoulders, tear you off of him and toss you to the ground in an effort to recuperate from your merciless onslaught. But you weren’t planning on giving him any room to breathe.

As soon as you were back on solid ground, you kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to his knees and webbing them to the floor. You remained on your back, attaching a pair of weblines to his shoulders and kicking at his chest, throat and face, all while holding onto the weblines to prevent him from escaping.

You were starting to develop a good rhythm here. Make yourself as small of a target as possible, stay close to the ground, and as soon as you get close, throw out as many attacks as you can. Hit them fast and hit them hard. Every part of your body is a weapon, and your every movement is deadly. All you had to do was hone your senses and refine your techniques a bit.

—-

Ryu was taking a massive beating by this point, and you had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to fight for much longer. So, you decided to end it with a flashy finisher.

Releasing the weblines, you rolled back onto your feet and attached a new pair onto his forehead. Then, you yanked them down so that his face smacked violently against the pavement. And when his head bounced back up, you were there to deliver a rising knee to his vulnerable nose.

It went straight through. Ryu’s whole head shattered into pieces, and you were unsure as to whether you had hit him too hard, or if he was already on the brink of collapse.

(Cont.)

When you finally removed the blindfold, the first thing you saw was a cloud of pixels returning to a very shocked, open-mouthed Ember. She was the only Desperado that wasn’t cheering like Flint and Cat, or quietly conversing like Araña and Prowler.

Do you have any feedback for Ember’s prototype training course?

>”Those guys were a bit weaker than I thought they’d be. Do you think you can make stronger enemies if you had more time?”
>”Out of curiosity, what was the ‘Impossible’ course going to be like?”
>”That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my workout routine.”
>Nope! You’re eager to see what Ember can cook up for those custom costumes.
>Write-in.

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
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Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
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>>5933349
>>”That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my workout routine.”
>shake her hand vigorously

Aww, they auto-corrected one of my words here. It was supposed to say "kip-up", not "kick-up"

>>5933349
>”That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my workout routine.”
>"The AI could use a little work though. They're not really adaptable when they come across and unknown variable, ya know?"
>”Out of curiosity, what was the ‘Impossible’ course going to be like?”

>>5933349
>>”That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my workout routine.”
There goes all the MvC stuff we are gonna get

>>5933349
>"Okay, nice warmup, load up impossible... I'm jocking, pick your jaw up."
>”That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my workout routine.”
>"The AI could use a little work though. They're not really adaptable when they come across and unknown variable, ya know?"
>"Then again, real people also get stumped when surprised."

>>5933361
>>5933440
>>5933492
>>5933586
>”That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my workout routine.”
>"The AI could use a little work though. They're not really adaptable when they come across and unknown variable, ya know?"

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“That was fun! I might have to make that a regular part of my routine workout.” you said, stretching your arms and massaging the part of your back where Ryu and Kazuya had kicked you. It was almost the exact same spot.

“The AI could use a little work though.” you added. “They’re not really adaptable when they come across an unknown variable, y’know?”

Ember shook off her dumbfounded expression and let out an indignant huff.

“Gimme a break, man. I literally coded those guys in like 10 minutes. If anything, you were lucky that they lasted as long as they did.” she argued. “With enough time, I can improve the AI, add in simulated stages, and a whole bunch of other things. This was just the alpha.”

“Right. But that’s not all you can make.” you said, narrowing your eyes at her. “Like, do you think you can whip us up some cool suits?”

Ember shrugged.

“Sure, that's easy enough. What do you want?”

“I'll let you come up with the designs.”

Ember’s expression grew thoughtful, and she glanced over at the other Desperados as if to consider what they would like.

“If you can make this guy wear anything other than this same green striped shirt, you'll officially become my favorite Desperado.” Black Cat said, jabbing a thumb at Flint.

“Hey! This is the easiest form that I can take.” Flint complained.

“Alright. We're gonna do this one at a time.” Ember said, ignoring the others and turning back to face you.

The suit materialized faster than you thought it would, forming out of the recycled pixels that had once been a part of your simulated opponents. It dropped right into your hands, folded neatly for your convenience.

The mask was red, like Abe’s, but the majority of the suit was black, with a large white slash running from the forearms, down to the legs. Criss-crossing black lines intersected the white fabric, creating a web-like pattern. The chest part was dyed red, like the mask and gloves, but there was a conspicuous lack of a symbol there.

As soon as that thought came to mind, though, a large black spider stretched out from the black regions of the suit’s torso to cover the chest. And if that wasn’t enough, Ember spawned a red jacket on top of it.

“There!” What do you think?” she asked.

What will you say?

>”I’m both surprised and disappointed that it isn’t video game related.”
>”This seems more like something that Spider-Man would wear. It’s a good thing we’re the same size.”
>”Not bad. The jacket is a nice touch.”
>”Actually, could you make this instead?”(Write-in or post image)
>”I think it still needs a little something…”(Write-in.)
>Write-in.

>>5934190
>”Not bad. The jacket is a nice touch.”
>"Gotta ask though, you a fan of Spider-Man or something? I could maybe introduce you one of these days."

>>5934190
>”Not bad. The jacket is a nice touch.”
>”Maybe add some thin green lines near the logo’s leg tips or along the gloves to give a slight poison feel? That’s not one of my amazing powers, but I wouldn’t mind people thinking that.”
>"Gotta ask though, you a fan of Spider-Man or something? I could maybe introduce you one of these days."
If she questions our relationship, we can joke that as some of the few spider-themed people running around the city we’re obligated to give each other some respect.

>>5934190
>>”Not bad. The jacket is a nice touch.”
>"Gotta ask though, you a fan of Spider-Man or something? I could maybe introduce you one of these days."

>>5934215
If she asks, we just say "He's my evil twin." and refuse to elaborate.

>>5934190
>>”I’m both surprised and disappointed that it isn’t video game related.”

>>5934256
Damn, I forgot all about that gag. Definitely backing that.

>>5934199
>>5934215
>>5934256
>>5934723
>>5934254
>”Not bad. The jacket is a nice touch.”
>"Gotta ask though, you a fan of Spider-Man or something? I could maybe introduce you one of these days."
>"Evil Twin" bit

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“Not bad. The jacket is a nice touch.” you admitted, running a finger along the fabric.

“Thanks. I think the color suits you.” Ember said.

You glanced up at that.

“I've gotta ask, though. You a Spider-Man fan or something? I could introduce you to him one of these days.”

Ember’s eyes went wide as she gasped sharply and brought her hands up to cover her mouth.

“OHMYGODIWOULD-” was all she could squeak out before realizing what she was doing.

Too late, she cleared her throat and pretended as if she wasn't about to fangirl all over your clone brother.

“Uh, yeah…I guess you could say that I admire his work. Why? Do you…uh, know him?” she asked, her cheeks burning red as she tried to cover her tracks.

You grinned at her. Not that she could see it.

“He's my evil twin.” you answered easily.

Ember frowned at that.

“Saving babies from burning buildings is evil?”

“Don’t let his good looks fool you. He’s a devious one.” you said in a warning tone. Ember didn't look like she was buying it for a second, but her eyes widened as soon as the implication behind what you were saying sank in.

“You know what he looks like without the mask!?”

Black Cat chuckled.

“Careful, Huntsman. You shouldn't bad-mouth the newbie's superhero crush.”

Ember turned to glare at her.

“Do you want your stupid costume or not?”

Black Cat raised her hands in surrender, a close-lipped smile still splitting her face. Araña was snickering at her side.

Despite all this, Ember raised a hand to resummon a cloud of pixels in front of Felicia. A golden outline shone out from her as she did so, and her irises flashed a similar color. You might have to advise her on making a suit that dampened some, if not all of that light. It wouldn’t do to have a thief that literally glowed in the dark

Within seconds, Cat’s costume was finished, and it dropped right into her hands. From what you could see, it was a short-cut leather jacket with a furred collar, and the face of a snarling white tiger on the back. Her pants were made of a similar material, with rings, chains and studded belts wrapped around the waist. The whole ensemble looked to have been split into two pieces, which was a marked deviation from Felicia’s tight, black leather bodysuits.

Felicia nodded approvingly.

“Not bad. Not bad at all~. But…I’m afraid that these jingly bits are gonna make too much noise while I’m skulking around. Can’t have everyone knowing when I’m in the area and up to no good.” Cat explained, tapping one of the chains with a silvered claw.

“I’ve been saying that we should put a bell on you from the beginning.” Prowler added.

That earned a laugh out of all of you. Felicia just rolled her eyes, but you could tell that she wasn’t at all offended by the Prowler’s jibe.

(Cont.)

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Ember motioned to recall the pixels, but Cat bundled the clothes closer to her ample chest, clutching them protectively.

“Hey, now! I never said that I didn’t want to keep them. I’m not going out as ‘Black Cat’ every single night.” she said, giving the costume another assessing look. “Some nights, I just want to go out as the baddest bitch in the building. Is that too much to ask?”

Black Cat held the jacket up to her chest and stared down at it. Flint scratched his head in confusion.

“Don’t you know how to make your own clothes?” he asked.

“You do? Do you think you can make a little something for me?” Araña said, striking a pose as if to model for her.

“Aww, aren't you cute as a button.” Felicia cooed. “I’d love to dress you up, sweet pea. You'd be like the daughter that I don't plan on having.”

Araña ground her teeth together, and she nearly stamped her foot in protest. But for the sake of receiving free clothes, she held her sharp tongue.

“I'm not your dress-up doll, lady. And I'm definitely not wearing any cutesy shit.”

“Whatever you say, my precocious little pickpocket.” Black Cat said in baby-speak, reaching out to tousle her hair. Araña smacked her hand away, looking annoyed.

Ember ignored the entire fiasco and regarded Flint with a critical eye. After a moment of consideration, she waved her hand dismissively.

“Eh, there wouldn't be much of a point in making clothes for you.”

Flint’s shoulders sank a bit at that, but he didn't look terribly put out by her decision.

Instead, she focused on Hobie. The man gave her a look that you could only describe as “slightly challenging”. It didn't take her very long to decide what he should wear, though.

And as soon as it materialized, everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to stare. In Hobie's hands, he held a new suit that wasn't terribly different from his current one.

The material of his mask, gauntlets and chest-piece appeared to be made from a sort of durable, lightweight metal, while the navy blue bodysuit that he wore underneath was made from cloth. The utility belt on this suit had less pouches, and his cape was shorter, but the general look and color scheme of his outfit had more or less remained the same.

Prowler made a thoughtful noise as he inspected it.

“Not bad. Mind if I keep this?” he asked.

Ember had a complicated expression on her face.

“You do realize that each and every one of you responded with ‘not bad’, right? Does that mean that you like it?” she replied.

You, Cat and Prowler traded glances, unsure what to say. Then, all at once, you all gave her your opinion on the suits she gave you, your voices overlapping over one another. They were all very nice, after all.

She looked satisfied at that, but you were quick to remind her that she’d forgotten someone.

(Cont.)

“Hold up. You can’t just skip Flint. He’d be the only one left out.” you pointed out.

Despite the fact that you left out Araña, she didn’t move to correct you.

“But he would just slip out of whatever I gave him.” Ember complained. “What am I supposed to do about that?”

You just shrugged.

“I dunno. Get creative.”

Ember sighed and returned her attention to Flint. She bit her lip, tapping the side of her face as she thought. After a minute, she snapped her fingers and conjured up a small pixel creation in her hands.

It was a blue helmet with a sleek, dark visor and a golden crest on the front.

“Here. This was the most uncomplicated thing that I could think of, aside from shoes.”

Flint slowly accepted the helmet and slid it onto his head. You all looked at him. He looked at all of you. And then…he started to laugh. Soon enough, you were all laughing with him.

It was a silly thing. He had only gotten that one piece of gear, but it seemed to make him happy. Even if it made him look like a fusion between Judge Dredd and The Goon. He was just trying to figure out if it could fire lasers out of the visor, when you dragged him down to your level and affectionately rubbed your knuckles on top of his shiny new helmet.

And privately, when she thought no one was looking, Ember discreetly confirmed her desire to meet Spider-Man.

—-----

Now that the party is winding down, how will you give Hobie his present?

>”Here. For luck.” (Toss him the ring)
>Just sit down, talk with him for a bit, and give it to him naturally.
>Slip it into his pocket without getting caught.
>Slip it into his drink while he’s not looking.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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Equipment and Gear:
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Contacts:
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10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE

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

The Huntsman’s Travel Guide:
https://pastebin.com/PU6LWsip

>>5935256
>Just sit down, talk with him for a bit, and give it to him naturally.
Man to man, gotta let him know he's a real one.

>>5935256
>>Slip it into his pocket without getting caught.

>>5935256
>Just sit down, talk with him for a bit, and give it to him naturally.

>>5935256
>>Just sit down, talk with him for a bit, and give it to him naturally.

>>5935285
>>5935549
>>5936529
>Just sit down, talk with him for a bit, and give it to him naturally.

Sorry for the delay! Haven't been feeling too good these past few days.

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