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You are Ben Parker, super-powered criminal and thief extraordinaire. After being bitten by a radioactive spider, you underwent a miraculous change, and adopted the identity of "The Huntsman"! You also adopted the identity of "Spider-Man", for anyone that doesn't know about your illegal exploits, but that's besides the point.

Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Max%20Spider%20Quest

Last time:
Ben ties up a few loose ends, learns how to cook with Cindy, and captures Electro! But he's not done, yet! Like all great super-powered criminals, Ben's obligated to reach his quota for rubbing elbows with the criminally insane!

Rules:
Most dice rolls will be 1d100. Modifiers will be added depending on the situation or on the alien being used(Usually +10 or -10). Crit successes and crit fails apply. Crit fails can be overridden by crit successes, but crit failures cannot override crit successes.

How to Roll:
To roll dice, type “dice+1d100” in the options field without the quotations. To roll dice with positive modifiers, type “dice+1d100+modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number. To roll dice with negative modifiers, type “dice+1d100+-modifier number” in the options field without quotations, and with an actual modifier number.

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

Good luck and have fun!
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“Tell her that…her son is safe, but misses his mother.” you said. “And that her boyfriend got into a lot of trouble searching for her, but he won’t stop. It’s better to hide with her family since they are already putting themselves at risk by searching for her.”

Hill waited another moment to make sure that there wouldn’t be anything else to add, and then pulled her phone out to make a few notes on the nature of your request.

“Alright. I’ll look into it.” she promised. “I don’t suppose you have any leads on where she might be?”

You didn’t even need to answer. Even through your mask, Hill could somehow sense the blank expression on your face. By contrast, the look on her face was one of clear resignation, and slight disappointment.

“Right. I’ll see what I can do.” she said, before picking up her briefcase and making her way towards the door. “If I find anything, I’ll page you.”

You watched her go, remaining seated with the faint hope that a white monkey would come out with another latte, like last time. After several minutes, when it was becoming increasingly clear that such an event wasn’t going to repeat itself today, your expression underneath the mask became an exact mirror of your government accomplice.

—------

When you got home, you were delighted to have caught Cindy in between her tutoring session and the combat training she had scheduled with Matt. She was currently absorbed in some Youtube video on her phone that was helping to alleviate some of the physical and mental fatigue that her regular routine inflicted upon her.

If your brother’s words were anything to go by, Cindy was making good progress in her studies. He was confident that she’d be ready for Brooklyn Visions’ entrance exam in another few weeks or so. But just to be safe, he intended to make the mute moon warrior as over prepared as he reasonably could.

The two of you exchanged a few quick signs and friendly gestures before you decided to leave her to relax. Further inside the warehouse, you spotted Prowler and Flint sitting down at the workshop table. It sounded like they were discussing possible plans for the break-in.

Well, it was more like Flint was talking, and Prowler was giving half-hearted responses as he worked on the formula for the experimental energy source.

You cast a wary glance in Cindy’s direction, grateful that she had been wearing headphones this whole time. You would appreciate it if none of your crew let anything about your next job slip to the superhero in training.

And you told them as much when you strode into the room with a finger raised to your lips.

“Keep it down, guys! Cindy’s mute, not deaf!”

Flint made a placating gesture with his hands and nodded. “We were just trying to figure out where we’d get all the sand that the Rabbit lady wanted for the job.”

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”From a beach. Duh.”
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
>”Let’s try to convince Lorina to import some into the city. She’s got enough money for it, but she doesn't seem interested in flaunting it in any meaningful way.”
>Write-in.
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>>5412966
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
Some real GTA type shit. Besides, turning a beach into a crime scene is only gonna make us public enemies in the immediate area. Better we steal what nobody will miss.
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>>5412966
>>”From a beach. Duh.”
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>>5412966
>>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
Do we hit the time skip after this job?
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>>5413011
If there's nothing else that you guys wanna do before then, yeah.
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>>5412966
>"Problem's not where to get it but how to transport it unnoticed. I think getting one or two trucks that can transport a lot of sand would be a good investment."
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
>"Then we can just keep them in our motorpool, with the wheel thing."
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>>5413012
Is cindy's entrance exam before or after the heist?
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>>5412966
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
Wouldn’t Flint be a perfect contract worker for them? He can load, unload, and spread sand naturally, so he could try to land a job with one of those companies and get their delivery schedules. Maybe charge a premium in the meantime before he has to bail for the real job.
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>>5413023
+1
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>>5412966
From a beach, duh
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>>5413012
I wanna go on that prison break. I also want to learn more sign language during the time skip
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>>5413078
I want us to get closer to our daughter wife
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>>5412966
>”From a beach. Duh.”
>It's where he got the first batch
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>>5412976
>>5413011
>>5413036
>>5413023
>>5413041
>"Problem's not where to get it but how to transport it unnoticed. I think getting one or two trucks that can transport a lot of sand would be a good investment."
>”I’m sure we can find a company that exports sand and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”
>"Then we can just keep them in our motorpool, with the wheel thing."

Taking these. Writing...

>>5413025
After. They'll most likely be after the time skip.

>>5413078
You should still be able to go on the heist if the majority vote allows it.
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“Problem’s not where to get it, but how to transport it unnoticed.” you said. “I think getting one or two trucks that can transport a lot of sand all at once would be a good investment. We would just need to find a company that exports it and intercept their shipments. Might take a while to pin down the right moment, though.”

“That’s what Cat and Rabbit are talking about right now.” Flint informed you. “As soon as they find a good target, they’ll get Prowler here to steal their info while they aren’t looking.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard mapping out their route once I get into their system.” Prowler said without looking up. “By then, it’s just a matter of stopping the trucks and making sure that we’ve got enough room to fit this guy in the back.”

Flint frowned at the clawed thumb that Prowler was pointing towards him. Prowler rolled his eyes.

“You’ll be absorbing whatever they’re carrying in those trucks, and there’s a good chance that we’ll need more than one if they’ve got a big load.” Prowler offered.

“And we’d have to get it all at once, or else we risk being found out on the next job.” Flint concluded. Both you and Prowler nodded.

“I can always just fly off with most of the sand and drop it off somewhere.” Flint added.

“That draws attention. Not a lot of people are gonna be able to ignore a giant dust cloud floating through the city.” you said.

Then it looks like you’ll have to pay for this part of the mission out of your own pocket. Or maybe…you could try and get White Rabbit to cover it. She is rich, and this is her operation.

Then again, you do have another option that you have yet to exploit. The Morlock tunnels should be pretty clear for the most part. If you could get Flint to absorb the sand and push it into the sewers, then you could use the tunnels to transport it to Lorina’s mansion, where you’ll store it until it's time to pull off the heist.

What will you do?

>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
>Split the cost evenly between the members of your team.
>Try to convince White Rabbit to pay for it.
>Avoid paying for the trucks entirely by having Flint transport the sand through the Morlock Tunnels.
>Build or buy something as prep for phase 1 of the plan.(Write-in.)
>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
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>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
If we really want to do this ourselves, honestly it wouldn't cost us more than 20k to smuggle all that sand close to the heist site, maybe even less.
What we could do is wrangle up a bunch fo homeless people and pay them to start shoveling sand into some trucks we'll rent for a few days. If they manage to fill the trucks to our satisfaction, they get payed. Per truck.
They will also be provided rented motel rooms and some Food Max food stuffs too to sweeten the deal.
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>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
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>>5413301
>>Avoid paying for the trucks entirely by having Flint transport the sand through the Morlock Tunnels.
We've yet to reap the benefits of our relation with the Morlocks, surely they won't mind a bit of sand
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>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
Don't want any wet sand
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>>5413301
>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
It's not like we couldn't use a few trucks in the future anyways.
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>>5413301
>>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
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>>5413301

>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.
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>>5413329
+1, I like this idea
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>>5413301
>>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

>>5413329
not really a need to pay people as flint can instantly move a large quantity of sand from one place to another

Morlock Tunnels make for a good final means of transportation, so he doesn't have to go all the way through the moist environment.

Plus I think it's handy to have a lot of sand quickly on hand in general
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>>5413329
>>5413357
>>5413397
>>5413491
>>5413494
>>5413630
>>5413907
>>5414009
>>Shoulder the cost, but send Lorina the invoice.

Had a really busy day. Taking these, writing...
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Going by what you know from some of your smaller jobs, it roughly costs about 40k to buy a used dump truck. And you’ll probably need about two of them to carry all the sand. That’ll amount to somewhere around 80k, which you can easily cover yourself…but you’ll still need to send an invoice to Lorina after the job’s done.

You wouldn’t have needed to improvise like this if it hadn’t been for that whole bee fiasco. You still can’t believe that she thought it was a good idea to let that psycho loose in your city.

All things considered, though, it was her slip-up that led to you cutting that deal with Hill, so it wasn’t all bad.

>$80,000 have been removed from your savings

—---------------

Over the next few days, you and your fellow Desperados were hard at work, prepping for the heist. Prowler was sifting through the database of the company that was supposed to be delivering a large deposit of sand to a local beach in order to fight natural erosion. Black Cat was coordinating with White Rabbit and going over the bank’s blueprints, while you and Flint were going on nightly recon missions to get an idea of the bank’s inner workings and the rotations of their hired security.

All this thorough prep work might’ve seemed a little boring to an eager rookie, but it gave you a sort of strange sort of comfort knowing that you weren’t the only one taking this seriously. Even if the first phase of the heist sounded mind-numbingly easy to pull off, you didn’t want to risk getting found out by a potential passing hero.

And that was why you were the one keeping a lookout when the night of the sand-jacking came around. Your spider sense was a useful tool for when it came to predicting trouble, after all. Your team wanted you at their back because they trusted you to handle your part of the plan.

You watched your teammates work in awe, feeling like a spectator in a movie theater. Two dump trucks were driving alongside the highway, evenly spaced with only a few smaller cars between them. You sucked your teeth in frustration, but this wasn’t exactly outside of your planning capacity. You’d prepared for this.

The other cars were almost certainly civilians, and as such, were casualties waiting to happen. It would be up to you and White Rabbit to make sure that it wouldn’t come to that. Road accidents made the news, and you weren’t trying to end up on the Bugle’s front page for anything other than the usual speculation and bashing.

As it turns out, leaving a ton of undetonated web bombs out on the middle of the street didn’t make you very popular with the early morning commuters. Let’s just say that things got real sticky, and traffic came to a grinding halt for a few hours.

“We’re moving in.” said Cat, her voice cracking over your secure channel.

(Cont.)
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Your attention was suddenly drawn to a third dump truck that was quickly gaining on the target in the back. There were a few cars in between them, but you could already see the solution to that little problem climbing out of the back.

White Rabbit strawberry blonde hair was whipping wildly in the wind, slightly masking what you were sure was a fiendish grin. Without hesitation, she slung her pink umbrella over her shoulder and threw herself over the edge of the truck. And even though you knew what was about to happen, you couldn’t help but hold your breath.

Lorina’s body never slowed, and it never hit the ground. To the collective surprise, relief and possible horror of the other drivers on the road, White Rabbit was flying. Pressurized jets of flame were shooting out the bottom of her thigh high white boots, propelling her through the air with impressive speed. They were currently angled behind her and slightly downward, allowing her to both rise over and surpass the dump truck.

She must have practiced with these quite a bit, because she was somehow able to smoothly land on the hood of the moving vehicle that was directly behind the lead truck. Without delay, she whipped out her umbrella and held it as if it were a dangerous weapon pointed right at the driver.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you leapt from your vantage point to chase after your team. There wasn’t a lot for you to swing from in this environment, so you made do with nearby trees and road signs. Nevertheless, you ke[t your eyes trained on White Rabbit as she communicated threats through pantomime and overblown gestures.

The other drivers seemed to get the hint, because they were already moving onto the shoulder and out of the way of Cat’s truck. Seemingly satisfied with their cooperation, she leapt from the roof of the car and activated her rocket boots once more, allowing her to catch up with the rear vehicle. As she got closer, you could see Flint’s dull, colorless form rising up out of the back.

Despite the obvious setbacks that would come with spreading sand particles out into the wind, Flint didn’t seem to have much trouble pushing said sand into the large pile sitting in the back of the truck directly in front of them. For a moment, it just looked like he was pouring his body into the larger pile. But after a few seconds, you were pleasantly surprised to see the large sand construct pulling the raw granules back into his own body. It was like watching an hourglass pour sideways!

The other driver didn’t seem to realize what was going on, as he wasn’t making any effort to create distance between himself and the sand thief.

“The first truck’s been cleaned out.” Felicia reported.

“Got it. Deploying chute.” the Prowler barked out.

(Cont.)
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And not a second later, you saw the Prowler pop out his latest invention. A silver, curving reflective material extended from the back of his truck. At first, it looked a little like the foil that one would put inside of an umbrella, or over the windshield of a car to bounce solar rays off of its surface. That was what it looked like from your perspective.

From everyone else’s perspective, it probably looked like the truck in front of them had disappeared from the face of the earth. This was caused by a trick of the light, combined with a carefully crafted angle of observation and a little trick that he picked up from Sam. And the result was a cloaking material that only really worked from a very specific angle, and could make it seem as if the person behind it was entirely invisible. Or in this case, an entire truck.

Even from here, you could tell that the other drivers were clearly baffled by this sudden and shocking development. And they were even more surprised when the truck suddenly reappeared directly in front of them, their horn blaring!

Seeing as this was your signal to move in, you swooped down in a perfect arc to land directly between Prowler’s vehicle and the one that he’d very nearly smashed into.

The impact had clearly dented the hood, but your arms and legs took the rest of the damage without much trouble at all. You turned to give the driver a reassuring nod, which was immediately met with a scream as he and the other drivers behind him wasted no time in swerving out of the way, probably hoping to avoid any other unforeseen incidents.

Smart…and expected.

With those cars out of the way, Prowler’s truck was now directly in front of the second truck. This driver, however, seemed far more cautious than the other one. He was eyeing him suspiciously and reaching for his radio. But all he found was a mess of webbing blocking him from reaching the thing in any meaningful amount of time. By the time his head whipped around to gape at you, you were already webbing the wheel to prevent him from swerving.

He glanced back at his fellow driver, only to see another dump truck driving alongside the poor sap, a loaded umbrella sticking out the window and pointing right at his face.

The driver beside you opened his mouth to say something, but you didn’t give him the pleasure of getting a word in. You weren’t in the mood for begging, pleading, or having to deal with a hostage calling for help. His mouth was webbed shut before he even knew it.

By now, Flint was riding beside the second truck, moving its contents into Prowler’s truck without much effort on his part. To your great relief, it didn’t take very long at all, and both trucks were already peeling out before any cops or capes could arrive to crash the scene.

Felicia and Lorina were cheering openly over the comms, and you were in the back of their truck, giving your best buddy an incredibly dusty high five. Even Prowler seemed to be in good spirits.

(Cont.)
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What will you say/do?

>”Is it too early to celebrate? We should go get drinks at Rabbit's place, later.”
>”Okay, that has got to be the coolest way that anyone’s ever stolen a metric fuckton of sand!”
>”Sam’s gonna be so psyched that the cloaking chute worked! Maybe not so much for what we used it for, but he’ll understand.”
>"I'd like to see a Nazi bee pull that shit off!"
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
>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
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>>5414836
>>”Is it too early to celebrate? We should go get drinks at Rabbit's place, later.”
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>>5414836
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
We’ve been part of a lot of shitshows recently, haven’t we? Even if something were to immediately go wrong, this will still be the smoothest I can remember us ever being.
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>>5414836
>”Sam’s gonna be so psyched that the cloaking chute worked! Maybe not so much for what we used it for, but he’ll understand.”
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
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>>5414895
Oh there it is.
Better delete my repeat post I guess.
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>>5414836
>>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
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>>5414836
>”Okay, that has got to be the coolest way that anyone’s ever stolen a metric fuckton of sand!”
>”Sam’s gonna be so psyched that the cloaking chute worked! Maybe not so much for what we used it for, but he’ll understand.”
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"
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>>5414894
>>5414895
>>5414895
>>5414954
>>5414995
>"Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!"

Taking these. Writing...

>>5414894
The team's just as surprised as you are. They made backup plans just in case someone else decided to crash the party for some reason or another.
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“Great job, guys. You crushed it out there!” you shouted in comms.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so excited to steal something as virtually worthless as a big pile of sand.” Felicia laughed.

“Hey!” Flint said, a wounded look on his face. “I’m standing right here.”


“Oh, honey~. I said ‘virtually’, not ‘completely’.” she said in reply.

Flint looked like he wanted to argue a point, but Lorina quickly cut him off.

“That was so clean! We got the job done much faster than I thought we would!” she said, examining her pocket watch with a satisfied look on her face. “Now if we had our costumes, then this would’ve been absolutely perfect~.”

The Prowler audibly groaned. “I was hoping that you would have forgotten about that already.” he admitted.

“How could I forget? It’s literally one of the most important parts of this job.” White Rabbit argued. “I’m so close to convincing Sandy to shapeshift into a giant ‘Alice’!”

“No, you’re not.” Flint denied flatly.

You weren’t able to acquire enough colored sand to make Lorina’s designs pop, and even if you could, Flint wasn’t confident enough in his ability to rearrange his particles into specific patterns. What he was capable of, however, was changing his shape into anything that didn’t openly defy the laws of gravity. And so, Lorina didn’t miss her opportunity to ask him to shapeshift into a giant ‘Alice’. In fact, she took this opportunity almost every single day, quickly earning her a spot on Flint’s shitlist.

It was annoying, for sure, but you felt like it would be a simple thing for him to pull off. At this point, you felt like he was only refusing to piss her off.

As the two argued back and forth over comms, you were tempted to bury your head in the sand just to get some peace and quiet.

—-------

After dropping off your haul at the designated drop-point that White Rabbit had arranged earlier, you and the others made your way to her mansion for what you knew would be the unveiling of the costumes that she’s been hyping up. Lorina wasn’t terribly bothered by your offer to trade with Prowler, but the big grump kept trying to avoid putting on the hat that would complete the ensemble.

You and Cat were probably the only ones that appreciated Rabbit’s enthusiasm on the matter. There was nothing more exciting than receiving a fresh new costume for a new job. For some reason, you kept damaging them or destroying them entirely. You’d have to go get those fixed at some point.

Reaching into one of your belt’s pouches, you pulled out a folded paper that showed the final design of the “Decked Out” suit.

(Cont.)
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What changes did you make to it?

>None. You liked White Rabbit’s design choices.
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
>You removed the card cape entirely. Capes only got in your way.
>You actually made the cape longer, reaching down to your ankles.
>You changed up the color scheme a bit.(Write-in.)
>You finally managed to convince White Rabbit to remove the “suits” that covered the fabric.
>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
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>>5415584
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
A compromise between form and function.
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>>5415587
+1
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>>5415584
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
Less trouble maneuvering and still keeps the cape to not displease the client.
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>>5415584
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
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>>5415584
>>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.
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>>5415584
>None. You liked White Rabbit’s design choices.

I was one of the dudes in like thread 3 that was like oh darn I need to catch up then got busy and never did.

Welp I finally did and can finally vote on shit and I gotta say Score, I'd read the shit out of this if it was a actual marvel comic
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>None. You liked White Rabbit’s design choices.
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Sorry seems like I double posted since I didn't see the first one. And it won't let me delete it. Will try again later but ignore my second one please
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>>5415584
>>You removed the card cape entirely. Capes only got in your way.
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>>5416276
I feel your pain anon, same thing happened to me here.
>>5414945
Must be 4chan being weird again
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>>5415587
+1
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>>5415587
>>5415669
>>5415670
>>5415957
>>5415981
>>5416265
>>5416278
>>5416295
>You shortened the card cape to a half cape that reached down to your elbows.

Taking these. Writing...

>>5416276
>>5416291
All good, friends. I've noticed that this website freaks the fuck out sometimes.

>>5416265
Glad to have you with us, anon! I hope the thread getting deleted didn't make it hard for you to catch up. It fucked my formatting up, but not enough to make it unreadable.

And I appreciate the praise. If I could draw, then I would definitely try to make a comic of my own. Most Spider-Man fans feel alienated from the new stories because Marvel editorial seems to think that Peter is only interesting when he's getting the shit kicked out of him. It's becoming rare to see a Spider-Man comic that isn't filled with intense amounts of self-loathing and constant relationship drama.
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>>5416563
Oh yeah for sure current Spiderman runs is just Pete suffering and it's awful.

As for the thread deletion was confusing a bit since it went from Neverland to talking to doctor strange and I was like "the fuck" until I found the deleted thread archive. And it was readable no worries
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Since Lorina seemed dead set on having you wear the cape, you managed to convince her to shorten it to a half cape that only reached down to around your elbows. It was lighter and more fluttery than what you were used to, but it shouldn’t impede your movement in any meaningful way.

Upon arriving at the mansion, you were all escorted to separate rooms where you would change into your new costumes. The heist wasn’t taking place for at least another two or three days, so White Rabbit wanted to know if she had to correct anything beforehand.

Unsurprisingly, the new suit fit like a glove. The material was far lighter and more gentle on the skin than your usual costume. This one didn’t have any armor plating, but there was protective padding built in just in case. It wouldn’t stop any bullets, but it would slow them down enough to prevent them from going too deep.

For a few minutes, you just ran your hands along the fabric of the cape and the soft material covering your arms. You’ve never worn anything this soft in your entire life!

When you turned to look into the mirror, you saw your usual curved lenses staring back at you. But only this time, you saw a black diamond shape running underneath the lens of the left eye, and a dark gray spade placed underneath the other. Similar shapes could be found in various other places. Hearts on your shoulder, a Jack on your back and an Ace on the underside of your half cape.

Feeling satisfied with your appearance, you exited the changing room and allowed the bunny butler to escort you to the planning room. And sure enough, the others were already in the room waiting for you.

As expected, Prowler was the one who ended up becoming the gothic version of the Mad Hatter. He wore a black and white tuxedo, with a slashing pattern running along across the suit jacket in place of the spider design. What you didn’t expect was for him to actually wear the top hat like Lorina asked him to.

Similar to the rest of the ensemble, it was black with a whit band running along the base, where two playing cards were carefully tucked away. You had a feeling that the only reason they had gotten him to wear it was because it was mostly black. And when it came to fashion, Prowler was of a very predictable sort.

Black Cat, who was currently snickering at him from behind his back, was wearing the version of her catsuit that was mostly gray, with splashes of turquoise running through it. She had thought that the purple and magenta suit was a bit too garish, and the tabby cat version a bit too plain. Ultimately, she went for the darker suit, knowing that it would at least have some stealth applications if she ever decided to wear it after this job. After all, you were welcome to keep your suits once the job was done.

(Cont.)
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>>5416563
Imagine a Spider-Man ongoing where he's actually in a stable point in his life and transitions to his mentor role properly.
A man can dream...
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Lastly, your eyes settled on Flint, who wasn’t wearing a costume at all. He was incapable of doing so, and everyone knew it. But that didn’t stop Lorina from shooting annoyed looks in his direction every now and again.

Eventually, Flint groaned and rolled his eyes so hard that you thought they would go into the back of his head. Without warning, Flint’s shape suddenly shifted. He became significantly slimmer, and impossibly slender for a man his size. An excess of sand dropped to his feet, and he shrunk in height as well as weight. Everyone at the table gaped at him, and White Rabbit covered her mouth in shock.

Flint Marko, your best buddy, was now a colorless sculpture of a young, pre-teen Alice Liddell!

“There! Are ya happy now!?” Flint bellowed, his voice just as gravelly as it normally was.

Lorina looked like she just might cry, jump for joy, or something equally as overblown and unnecessary. She was clapping her hands together and excitedly bouncing on her toes like a kid at Christmas.

“OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH! I knew you could do it!” she happily exclaimed. “I knew it, I knew it!”

Flint just shook his head in defeat and let out a long, suffering sigh. “Let’s just get this over with…”

White Rabbit pulled out her pocket watch and nodded. “Right. Here are the plans that me and Cat drew up.” she said, snapping her gloved fingers to summon her servants.

Two bunny butlers hurried into the room and rolled several sheets of paper onto the table. One was a map of the city, another was a blueprint detailing the bank’s layout, and a list of security cameras that you and Flint noticed on your nightly escapades.

“Alright gang, it all comes down to this!” Lorina began. “With everything we know, we can approach this in several different ways. Sandy here has at least three potential roles. He can either burst through the front door and prevent anyone from leaving while Pow Pow jams their communications,” she said, earning her a glare from Prowler. “Or, he can slip into the HVAC vents and pull the money out over a long period of time. It’d be slower, but the chances of us getting caught would be a bit more slim.”

“Prowler’s job is to disable their security, right?” you asked.

White Rabbit and Black Cat nodded. “That’s where he’ll be the most useful.” Lorina said. “Cat’s our premiere safecracker, and probably the only one among us willing to go undercover in case we want to take a stealthier approach.”

You honestly couldn’t imagine Cat being incapable of drawing the eye of every man or woman in the room, but you didn’t doubt that she could handle herself decently well in such a situation.

“And what about me?” you said.

(Cont.
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Lorina gave you a devious grin. “You’ve probably got the most flexibility out of any of us. You’re strong, so can be our backup safecracker. And if you don’t want to do that, then we could have you sneak around and plant Prowler’s devices all throughout the bank.” she said, listing things off on her fingers. “And we already know that you’d make a good lookout. So honestly, the choice is yours.”

How do you think the team should operate?

(Let me know if you are confused about the purpose of a role.)

>Huntsman(Lookout/Safecracker/Infiltrator/Muscle/Hostage Management)
>Sandman(Safecracker/Looter/Muscle/Hostage Management)
>Black Cat(Safecracker/Infiltrator/Muscle)
>Prowler(Infiltrator/Hacker/Lookout)
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management/Muscle/Distraction)
>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
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https://youtu.be/h0JvF9vpqx8
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>>5416658
>Huntsman(Infiltrator)
>Sandman(Looter)
>Black Cat(Safecracker)
>Prowler(Lookout)
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management)
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>>5416663
Wouldn't molecules of sand be better as a safe breaker? Sorta like using water to blow a safe.
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>>5416658
>Huntsman (Infiltrator)
>Sandman (Muscle)
>Black Cat (Safecracker)
>Prowler (Hacker)
>White Rabbit (Distraction)
>>5416664
Felicia can crack it like the pro she is. Benny can also just rip the door off or snatch the safe itself.
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>>5416663
I meant to vote for Prowler to be a hacker.
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>>5415582
>"Decked Out" suit
SPIDER SOLITAIRE SUIT WHEN NIGGA
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>>5416649
>Hearts on your shoulder
And not on our sleeves?
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>>5416663
+1
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>>5416671
+1
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>>5416663
>>5416671
>>5416687
>>5416776
>>5416835
>Huntsman(Infiltrator)
>Black Cat(Safecracker)
>Prowler (Hacker)

So far, these are the votes that have the most support.

The only roles we have left to decide are:

>Sandman(Looter/Muscle/Hostage Management)
>White Rabbit (Hostage Management/Muscle/Distraction)

For Sandman, we have:
1 vote for Looter, and another for Muscle

For White Rabbit, we have:
1 vote for Hostage Management, and another for Distraction

Let me know if any of you plan on changing your votes, or if you want to wait for more to come in. If anyone's confused as to the purpose of a role, feel free to ask.

>>5416771
Damn. That's so clever that I have no choice but to make it canon and incorporate it into the suit's design. I have been bested this day.

>>5416659
White Rabbit's next goal is to have Prowler host a tea party after the heist is done. After her success with Flint, she's confident that she can somehow pressure him into it.
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>>5417336
I’ll break the tie by backing
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management)
>Sandman(Looter)
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>>5417336
>>5417378
>Huntsman(Infiltrator)
>Black Cat(Safecracker)
>Prowler (Hacker)
>White Rabbit(Hostage Management)
>Sandman(Looter)

Much appreciated. Writing...
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After considering your options for a few minutes, you ultimately decided that your talents would be better served creeping around the bank and installing the Prowler’s hacking devices for him. Also, you’d be the first to know if any of the hostages or security guards got any funny ideas. In that case, it would be up to White Rabbit to make sure that none of them stepped out of line.

And while Cat takes her sweet time cracking that safe open, Flint would coordinate with Prowler and Lorina’s men to sweep out as much cash as he could through the HVAC vents. That way, you’d have less trips back and forth.

With all that decided, you went over the blueprints a few more times, rehearsed your plans and made absolutely certain that everyone understood their roles. It helped to reassure you, more than anything. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you were feeling nervous about this upcoming gig. You’ve never even considered grand larceny as an option for someone like you. Not until you got your powers, at least.

A single wrong move here could spell doom for you and the Desperados. This city was woefully overpopulated with superheroes of all kinds and caliber, and it was tough for an up and coming crook to make a living for himself in a place like this.

You all knew the risks involved. But for some reason, the anxiety you felt wasn’t inspired by any sort of fear. In fact, you were starting to feel a little bit giddy.

—-------

7:00 A.M.

The following day, you and the rest of your team woke up bright and early to grab the dump trucks full of sand, while Lorina’s people drove straight to the bank to prepare for the job.

It was then that Lorina sprung a little surprise on you. Without telling you, she had bought another vehicle. One that just might make your job a lot easier if you played your cards right.

—--------

11:00 A.M.

An hour before noon, an unscheduled armored vehicle arrived at Sterling National Bank, baffling everyone on duty that day. Cautiously, they asked the driver for the proper paperwork listing the shipment, and any identification that she might be carrying on her person.

The driver gave them an easygoing smile that bordered on sultry. She was seduction personified, with a bust that threatened to pop the buttons of her black shirt and stunning white hair tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes were obscured by dark lenses, but the security guards could swear that they noticed a glint of mischief in the brief glimpse that they got of them.

Despite her unusual features, everything seemed to be in order. The shipment had just popped up in the system, and the men on duty made frequent and audible complaints about the state of their database and the sloppy attitude of the Federal Reserve. The pretty driver joined in on their banter as well. And the men were so caught up in their conversation, that they weren’t at all prepared for the tidal wave of sand that greeted them upon sliding open the truck’s back door.

(Cont.)
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Everyone within a 10 foot radius was either knocked off their feet or thrown back as the sand blasted outwards to slam into anyone caught unaware. Those that were further away didn’t fare much better, as they quickly found themselves ensnared in some sort of…sticky trap.

Unable to reach their guns, the few that had remained conscious attempted to scream, or at least report the incident via radio. However, with their mouths, hands and legs firmly trapped in place, they discovered that such a task was proving to be near impossible. And for those that hadn’t been subdued yet, they were disheartened to find out that their radio transmissions were being jammed.

And as if that weren’t bad enough, there were armed men filing out of the armored truck, somehow untouched by the torrent of sand that had been packed inside! They wore black and red suits, and bunny masks to hide their identities.

Right before the rabbit robbers dragged the subdued guards further inside the bank, they caught a glimpse of a humanoid figure crawling into the upper levels of the bank from a nearby window.

—------

11:10 A.M.

At precisely 11:10 A.M, the security cameras at Sterling National captured a rather unusual sight before going dark.

A blonde woman wearing a blue suit, bunny ears and a white corset strutted through the front doors, carrying nothing but a frilly umbrella and a steel folding chair. Without a word, she walked into the middle of the room, unfolded her chair, and sat down patiently. This, of course, attracted many stares from the surrounding customers and tellers.

At some point, one of the tellers worked up the courage to call her over. The woman waved her off with a cheery smile. Feeling put off, the teller got up, closed her line and approached the woman to get a better idea of what she wanted.

Once more, the woman waved her off, and then proceeded to roll up her sleeve to check her watch. Her…many watches.

The teller gawked at the sheer amount of timepieces lining the strange woman’s arm. All of them were ticking down at different times, like one would see at a train station. Mechanically, the strange woman turned off several alarms, before rolling her sleeve back up and patiently placing her umbrella back in her lap.

By now, the security guards were forced to get involved, as the woman was refusing to cooperate with anyone at all. But as they drew closer, several of the woman’s alarms went off all at once, prompting the guards to reach for their weapons in alarm.

Slowly and deliberately, the strange woman rolled her sleeves back up, and deactivated her alarms all at once. When she was done, she looked up at everyone around her, and smiled.

(Cont.)
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The teller opened her mouth to speak, but she was quickly distracted by a sudden outburst of noise coming from outside. The situation was so tense that it drew everyone’s attention almost immediately. And it was because of this that no one noticed the strange woman, still seated, opening up her umbrella, and raising it over her head.

Mere moments later, the sprinkler system kicked on, and the camera was unable to see anything at all.

—-------

11:15 A.M.

As you crawled along the side of the building, you caught glimpses of Cat in her disguise as she strode past Lorina’s goons. She had a sizable, black bag slung over her shoulder, and you assumed that it had to contain her safe-cracking gear.

These past few minutes, you’ve been doing nothing but crawling in and out of vents, windows and other access points to plant Prowler’s devices around the building. The security offices were the hardest to get into, as they required you to distract, or disable the guards beforehand.

So far, the heist was going pretty smoothly. You hadn’t managed to steal a dime yet, but you were certain that Flint and Cat had to be making their way down to the vault by now.

According to the silent alarm going off on your arm, Prowler had already set off the sprinklers, delivering White Rabbit’s hallucinogenic serum to everyone within the main floor. You didn’t know how it worked exactly, but it sounded like scary stuff. So long as they were under its effects, the hostages wouldn’t be any good to anybody.

The only thing that you were worried about was the definite possibility that someone witnessed your little stunt with the armored vehicle and ran to get help. They wouldn’t be able to make any calls so long as they were within the range of Prowler’s jammer, but its range wasn’t infinite, and they could always just shout for help.

In the worst case scenario, you could always have the rest of Flint’s sand supply dropped off in front of the bank, where he would reform into a giant British girl and tear the vault door out from its hinges.

And it looked like you just might have to do that. All around you, the other employees were beginning to realize that something was very wrong. All at once, their phone signals had dropped, and they were unable to get in contact with their colleagues on the lower levels.

A frenzied panic was starting to set in, as they rushed to get to the stairs and private elevators.

How will you handle this?

>Ignore them and keep planting devices. Rabbit and her men can handle a few more civilians.
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
>Have Flint take a break from looting the safe so he can deal with these guys.
>Pretend that you're a passing hero that's come to rescue them. That should at least get them to shut up for a minute or two.
>Write-in.
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>>5417764
>>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
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>>5417764
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
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>>5417764
Do we have access to a PA system, or can we shout loud enough to cover everyone? If so,
>Announce to everyone that they’ll be much safer if they stay inside. There’s a hostage situation going on right now.
Hostage situations 101 for banks - use the silent alarms and follow directions from the captors. They aren’t supposed to be the heroes and die, that’s for others.
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>>5417887
I'd say that you have access to the PA system, yes.
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>>5417887
Support
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>>5417764
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
we shouldn't use the PA yet we still have the element of surprise.
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>>5417764
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.
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>>5417768
>>5417818
>>5418211
>>5418350
>Block the doors with webs and bind them together with a few carefully tossed web bombs.

Taking these. Writing...
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You were already moving before they had gotten halfway across the room. Using the knowledge you’d acquired from your recon missions, you quickly located any and all exits on this floor and began barricading them with your webs.

The fleeing employees came to a grinding halt upon seeing their escape routes cut off, and you saw them glancing around the room to get a look at their aggressor. From the chatter you were picking up, you figured out that they had assumed the building had caught fire. Somehow, they were being notified of the little sprinkler malfunction that your team caused a few minutes ago, and were now panicking because they thought they were being trapped inside.

You felt a bit bad for them, but that didn’t stop you from tossing a couple of web bombs at their feet when they weren’t looking. Having them crowd around each other for safety made it all the more easier. There were, of course, a few stragglers that were trying to hide from you, but they weren’t very successful. Those guys either got glued to their desks or strung up by their ankles.

You tried to avoid being seen for the most part, but your webs were a dead giveaway. Even if they ended up dissolving, rumors would spread, and you’d find yourself on the front page of another slanderous newspaper article. Although, you probably deserved whatever they were going to say about you this time.

—----

With that crisis averted, you were more or less free to plant the rest of Prowler's devices without having to worry about getting caught. Maybe now you could actually communicate with the rest of your team without having to worry about jamming your own signal.

“How’s it looking out there, Prowler?” you asked, perched atop a railing and gazing down at the floor below.

“Good so far. I can see everything that’s going on inside.” he quickly replied. “That includes your new friends down there.”

You spared a glance for the civilians that were currently struggling in your web. “They got spooked by the fire alarm. Had to do something before they stormed the main floor.” you said. “Who knows what Rabbit’s men would’ve done if they had run into them.”

“Well, she’s handling herself decently well.” Prowler begrudgingly admitted. “Actually, she’s more or less just messing with them, but none of them are lucid enough to make a distress call or put up a fight.”

“Yikes. Remind me not to let any of that stuff get on my suit.” you said, a shiver running down your spine. “How’re things on Cat and Flint’s end?”

“Cat’s working on the safe now. It should be open in another few minutes.” he reported.

“Let’s hope that we can finish within Rabbit’s timeframe. She’ll have a shit-fit if we’re even a minute late.”

“Forget that. She’ll blow a gasket if Flint doesn’t follow her dress code.”

“How’s he doing, by the way?” you asked.

(Cont.)
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“It’s slow going, but he’s sending the cash up through the vents, and into the armored car that we drove here. By the time Cat breaks into that vault, he should have that truck at least more than half full.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” you cheered.

“Hold up. Something’s wrong…”

“What’s up?”

“Shit! Someone called the cops!” he cursed.

“How’d they manage that!?”

“Dunno. They must’ve seen something suspicious while they were driving by the bank.” Prowler assumed. “The jammer’s range doesn’t cover the whole city.”

“I’d rather have cops on my ass instead of a team of capes.”

“Oh, yeah? I choose neither!” Prowler spat back.

“How long do we have?”

“Roughly three and a half minutes. Maybe more, depending on traffic.” he said.

What will you do?

>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
>”Pull Flint off of vault duty and have him bulk up on sand. He could cause a major traffic jam in his giant state.”
>”Change of plan. Me and Flint are tearing that vault door off ourselves! We’re running out of time.”
>”Can you scramble their communications, or something? Throw the jammer back up, or move it around the city?”
>”Tell Rabbit that we might need that ‘backup plan’ of hers…”(Deploy the Rab-bots)
>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
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>>5418900
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
Everything is still going fine, so no need to panic
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>>5418900
Tell Rabbit that we might need that ‘backup plan’ of hers…”(Deploy the Rab-bots)
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>>5418900
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
We got this. Nothing a little bit of superhuman acrobatics and judicious usage of webbing can't solve.
Let's just hope we can start our exit plan before any capes take notice.
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>>5418900
So much for the element of surprise.
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”
If we still have web bombs, we can easily cause a traffic jam. Just need to be sure our getaway isn’t impacted by it. If it is, we’ll work something else out.
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>>5418900
>>”Tell Rabbit that we might need that ‘backup plan’ of hers…”(Deploy the Rab-bots)
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>>5418903
>>5418913
>>5418921
>”I’ll slow them down. You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”

Taking these. Writing...
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“I’ll slow them down.” you declared. “You just keep everything running smoothly while I’m gone.”

“Don’t do anything too stupid.”

You gave him a hearty chuckle in reply. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

—-------

About a minute later, you were swinging through the city, using explosive boosts to propel yourself forward. It didn’t take long to track down the cops, as their sirens were blaring all the way down the street from where they were driving.

There was no doubt about it now. These guys were headed straight for the bank, and it wouldn’t be long before they called in backup. Hopefully not the superpowered kind.

What will you do to slow them down?

>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.
>Web up their windshields and glue their hands to the steering wheel.
>Blow up their tires with your explosive Mark.
>Taunt them into chasing after you instead. You can be pretty annoying when you want to be.
>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
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>>5419078
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall
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>>5419078
Well, I don’t want to use up the last web bombs in case a super comes in.
Can we merge options two and three? Use our web shot to sling the Mark onto the tires from a distance. If not then I’d prefer option 2. If anyone is going to slip by, just pull down a lamp post or something to jam up traffic and slow them down.
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>>5419078
>Taunt them into chasing after you instead. You can be pretty annoying when you want to be.
>Web them up, but try to avoid car crashes
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>>5419078
Blow up their tires with your explosive Mark.

Can't we shoot our mark of Kaine?
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>>5419080
>support
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>>5419078
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.
Safety first. The other options all have a frankly unacceptable risk of fatalities.
Last thing we need is a dead cop on our hands. Fucking NYPD will NEVER forget that.
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>>5419078
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.

Guess after this we should have prowler put on a different costume and use webbombs in a public space so we can be seen fighting the pretender that tried to frame us for bankrobbery
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>>5419078
>>Blow up their tires with your explosive Mark.
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>>5419078
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.
We can always make more web bombs, no problem. Dead cops will carry weight
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what am i doing in the wrong thead, lol
I knew this would happen sooner or later

hope I can delete before too many people see it
witness and laugh at me
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>>5419650
which quest is that? I might bother to read one day
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Everyone point and laugh
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>>5419652
Isekai'd in inaquedate inclination it seems.
Makes sense he would vote here, the fashion in that quest vote was also the most active one.
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>>5419078
>>5419080
>>5419083
Switching to back this.
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Sorry for the delay, but I won't be able to post an update today. My day got a lot busier than I expected. I'll count up the votes and have any update ready by tomorrow morning.

>>5419201
It's range is limited if you aren't marking a projectile that you're throwing with your hands.

>>5419650
Don't worry QM-anon, I've had the fear that I'll randomly post a massive update in a thread from an entirely different board for a while now. At the very least, I wasn't awake to see your post.
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Welp, we're currently tied between this option:

>>5419080
>>5419214
>>5419849
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall

And this option:

>>5419230
>>5419308
>>5419561
>Use up the rest of your web bombs. The loss will be worth it for the money you’re about to get in return.

I'd say that we could flip a coin for the result, but using up the rest of your web bombs is a big commitment in the middle of a mission. Let me know if you need a question answered, or if you want to switch your votes around. I hate to leave it on a tie after yesterday's delay, but I've still got more than enough time to squeeze out an update or two.
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>>5420295
I'll change my vote to support
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall
Since it's similar to what I wanted
>>5419085
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>>5419561
>>5420295

Support
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>>5420295
>>5420352
>Block their exhausts with web, making their engines stall

Taking these. Writing...
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In an act of daring, you swung down closer to the street, and flew right over the flashing lights on the roofs of their cars. In the middle of your swing, however, you flipped over until you were upside down, released your webline and used both arms to take aim at their tailpipes.

Without missing a beat, you fired a series of web projectiles at the back of the police cars, clogging up their tailpipes and creating an airtight seal. Admittedly, it took you more than a couple of passes to get all of them. The cops inside the cars were giving you puzzled and agitated looks, but at least they weren’t shooting at you.

Once the deed was done, you were left wondering whether this trick of yours would actually work. You actually pulled a prank similar to this one back in high school. Even if you were using a potato instead of webbing back then, the principle is still the same.

Suddenly, after a minute had almost passed, you noticed their cars slowing down significantly as their engines sputtered. The cops tried their very best to pull off and park closer to the sidewalk, but seeing as how you were living in New York, there were no parking spaces to be had. This little inconvenience created something of a traffic jam in the middle of the road, where the surrounding citizens were firing complaints at the helpless law enforcers.

“Thank God! I didn’t stash any potatoes in my utility belt, and I thought I’d have to run and grab some real quick.” you explained to a nearby hotdog vendor, who seemed very confused by your presence here.

To your great relief, no one was injured or killed during this little stunt. You were just glad that your brain was more developed when it came to cooking up ways to cause mischief. If only there was a Nobel Prize for that, you could finally show up your brother at the next family dinner.

“Hands in the air!” shouted one of the cops as he exited his vehicle and leveled his pistol at you.

This shock brought you out of your reverie, and forced you to realize that this was the most public attention you’d ever drawn to yourself during the daytime. You generally tended to keep a lower profile.

What will you do?

>Web them to their cars and leave them for someone else to deal with.
>”You can’t park there, sir! There’s a fire hydrant right there! I have half a mind to tow your vehicle right here and now.”
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor. You’re a little out of your weight class here.”
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"
>Swing away without another word. The less time you spend antagonizing the NYPD, the better.
>Write-in.

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>>5420706
>”You can’t park there, sir! There’s a fire hydrant right there! I have half a mind to tow your vehicle right here and now.”
>Web up their guns and radios. That should buy some more time.
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>>5420706
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor.“
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"
Are we carrying cash? No need the gyp the cart owner if we can pay.
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>>5420706
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor. You’re a little out of your weight class here.”
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"
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>>5420723
>>5420738
support
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>>5420723
>support
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>>5420723
+1
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>>5420723
>>5420752
>>5420825
>>5420840
>”Trust me. I’m doing you guys a favor.“
>"How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"

Taking these. Writing...
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"Trust me. I'm doing you guys a favor." you said. "How about I buy you a hotdog and we call it even?"

You reached into one of your belt pouches and pulled out a small money clip, before tossing it onto the hotdog vendor’s stand. He flinched as the metal clip smacked onto the cart, as if it were a bomb or something equally as dangerous.

“That should about cover it.” you said, not reacting to the wild looks that he and the cops were giving you.

The vendor nodded reluctantly at first, but then became much more enthusiastic when his brian had finally caught up to recent events. He quickly began preparing the hotdogs, and you nodded approvingly, backing away from him just in case the cops got a little trigger happy. You’re not about to be responsible for any casualties today, directly or indirectly.

Their guns still trained on you, the police barked another order at you to lay down on the ground. They were giving each other bewildered looks, and you privately congratulated yourself for keeping them off balance this entire time.

“Tell me what you guys think of those dogs, later.” you said, giving them a salute. “I’d have one myself, but certain foods don't agree with me when I’m hanging upside down half the time.”

You patted your stomach and gave the hotdog cart another longing look, before firing a webline at a nearby street lamp and pulling yourself into the air.

You could hear the shouts of the people behind and below you. Feel their bullets whizzing past your head, confident that none of them would hit you while you were moving this fast. And after only a few seconds, you were completely out of their range, and headed back towards the bank.

—--------

By the time you made it back, you were delighted to learn that Cat had cracked the safe open, and Flint was now devoting all of his energy to transporting the money out of the vault. You could already see the dump truck that Prowler was using to carry the bulk of Flint’s sand supply.

“Hey Prowler, I’ve taken care of things on my end.” you reported.

“Good. Because we’ve got bigger problems now.” he replied.

You groaned. “What now?”

“A supe is on his way now. Eye-witness reports say that he’s riding a ‘surfboard’ or something.”

A surfboard? Like…that Silver Surfer guy? Why the fuck would he be coming down from Jupiter to stop a bank robbery?

Or maybe it was just Rocket Racer coming to crash your party. If that were the case, you would have to set him straight.

Was there anyone else that rode around on a flying surfboard that you were forgetting about? Didn’t Screwball use one too?

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”Let’s pull out. We’ve got enough cash already, and we shouldn’t risk a fight that we don’t need to take.”
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”
>”Whoever they are, I’m sure we can take them. With this much sand, there’s no way that Flint can lose a straight up fight with a random super.”
>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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>>5420968
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”
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>>5420968
>Let’s pull out. We’ve got enough cash already, and we shouldn’t risk a fight that we don’t need to take.”


It has to be silver surfer. All I've seen is he is GOD tier.
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>>5420983
His IS God tier, which is exactly why he wouldn't be coming down just to break up a fucking bank robbery.
Besides, if it was him, the eye-witness reports would most likely say so explicitly.
He kinda sticks out.
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>>5420984
Well I guess we could bring him a hotdog?
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>>5420985
Ya know that might just throw him off guard and pique his curiosity enough to where he'd actually accept the offer.
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>>5420986
let's do it
>>5420968

>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.” And offer him the super duper special hotdog combo
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>>5420968
>>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”
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>>5420968
>>5420988
>+1
Since we just handed over all our cash, it seems like we’ll need to dip into the heist funds.

Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to deduct it from the pot when it comes time to split the haul.

Also, we shouldn’t think Flint is invincible. Heat and water don’t do good things to him.
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>>5420968
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”
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>>5420968
>>”Whoever they are, I’m sure we can take them. With this much sand, there’s no way that Flint can lose a straight up fight with a random super.”
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>>5420988
+1
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>>5420968
>>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault, but get ready to bounce at any moment.”
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>>5420980
>>5420988
>>5421054
>>5421091
>>5420990
>>5421080
>>5421297
>”Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you. Keep working on the vault.”

I'll include the hotdog in the list of options for when you confront this mysterious figure. Writing...
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“Tell me where they are and I’ll intercept them for you.” you offered. “You keep working on the vault while I’m gone.”

“Sending the details now.” Prowler said, and you felt your phone buzzing a second later. “You’d better watch your ass out there.”

“Funny. Everyone else seems to do that for me.” you joked. “Ana says that I’ve got one of the best asses she’s ever seen! That’s high praise coming from her.”

“I’m hanging up now.” Prowler grumbled, before ending the call.

—-------

As you swung towards the area that Prowler designated in his message, you kept your eyes peeled for anything unusual. Fortunately, searching the skies was a whole lot easier than the alternative, because it didn’t take long for you to spot your unwanted guest.

To your great surprise and relief, it didn’t look anything like the Silver Surfer. Quite the opposite, really.

The man was in fact, completely clad in black and red body armor, with a mask that completely obscured his face. But his appearance was something of an afterthought as you focused your attention on his choice of transportation.

It wasn’t a surfboard like everyone else had assumed. It was far too short, and you were pretty sure that you could see wheels on the bottom. Is that a…rocket propelled skateboard?

Huh. So it is. This guy and Rocket Racer have a lot in common. Maybe they know each other or something.

Regardless of how ridiculous he looks, this guy was undoubtedly heading towards the bank that your team was currently robbing. You were getting pretty annoyed at having to swing back and forth just to cover their asses, but you supposed that it was better than getting arrested and losing all of your money.

Fortunately, the skateboard guy didn’t seem to notice you yet. You had the upper hand here.

How will you approach him?

>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Kick him off his skateboard when he least expects it.
>Spook him with your Hidden Guns and chase him around until your team is finished with their job.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.
>Write-in.

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>>5421364
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.
This guy gives me an edgelord vigilante vibe, but that's no reason to be rude.
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>>5421364
>>Spook him with your Hidden Guns and chase him around until your team is finished with their job.
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>>5421374
Ok, just checked and it's Night Thrasher, and he really is an edgelord vigilante.
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>>5421364
>>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Ask if he's a friend of Rocket Racer
>Stall him with words and pretend you're also a hero who tries to gather information
>Signal to the team that he likely won't be an issue
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>>5421364
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.
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>>5421383
Support
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>>5421383
+1
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>>5421364
>Kick him off his skateboard when he least expects it.
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>>5421374
>support
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>>5421364
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.
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>>5421374
>>5421383
>>5421450
>>5421504
>>5421535
>>5421774
>>5421878
>Offer him a hotdog, of course. You can’t hate a guy that offers you a free dog.
>Ask if he's a friend of Rocket Racer
>Stall him with words and pretend you're also a hero who tries to gather information
>Just go up and talk to him. Maybe he isn’t even a superhero.

Taking these. Writing...
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You weren’t entirely sure how to approach this one, so you decided to try and be friendly. It was good fortune that you found another hotdog stand on the way over. Whoever this guy was, he couldn’t hate a guy that offered him a free hotdog. That’s like, a cardinal sin for a New Yorker, or something.

And who knows? He might not even be a superhero.

—-

Right as the masked skateboarder was rounding the corner of a particularly high skyscraper, you swung around to meet him. His head whipped around to stare at you, and you thought you could see him reaching for something in his utility belt.

But he suddenly paused when he saw the hot, steaming frank dangling before his eyes. He stared at it, and then back at you.

“Hotdog?” you offered, stretching an arm out towards him as you clung to the building.

The man stood perfectly still, hovering on his board, and not making a single move to accept your gift.

“What? Not a fan of mustard? Should I have asked for relish too?” you asked, inspecting the hotdog for any imperfections.

Still, the man in black just stood there, watching you carefully.

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Are you a, uh…friend of ‘Rocket Racer’, by any chance?”

“Never heard of him.” the man said in an electronically processed voice. His tone was cautious, with a clear undertone of impatience.

You cocked your head to the side. “Really? Are you sure? You guys have almost the same exact gimmick.” you said. “He’s even got a skateboard like yours.”

The man let out a derisive snort. “I highly doubt that.”

Well that’s one plan out of the window.

“If that was all,” the man said, tuning to fly around you. “You can keep the hotdog. I don’t make a habit of accepting food from strangers.”

“Wait!” you called out, running along the building to keep up with him, holding onto the hotdog all the while. “But, I’m not a stranger! I’m a superhero, just like you!”

The skateboarder slowed down slightly, but not enough for you to break pace.

“Yeah? Good for you.” he said dryly, not even bothering to look back.

Dammit! This guy really didn’t seem too interested in staying to chat. You would have to grab his attention in a different way.

>”Are you on any hero teams? If you are, then I’d like to join up!”
>”You’re headed to the bank to stop that robbery, right? I’m about to take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
>”I was wondering if you needed any backup. Maybe a partner for a special team-up?”
>”I need your help! There’s a bomb somewhere in this city, and I need to find it before it goes off!”
>”I really like your board! What sort of modifications have you made to it?”
>Write-in.
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>>5421919
>Well, you tried the nice way. Web his board to make him fall and get ready to fight.
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>>5421919
>You’re headed to the bank to stop that robbery, right? I’m about to take care of it, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
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>>5421919
>Mention we’re part of a crew staking out the bank robbers to get more information on where they’re taking the cash and who they’re working with.
>Say we were sent over to intercept him so he doesn’t charge in and get hostages killed. He can join if he plays ball for a bit.
>Radio our “hero” crew for a status update on the robbery, confirm the “villains” haven’t killed any hostages still, mention we picked up the hero, and ask if they know where our next “lookout” position is.
A mixture of continuing to pretend we’re a hero, an implicit warning not to charge in or he’ll have to deal with us, delaying his arrival by getting him to join a stakeout, and keying the crew in to set up an ambush wherever our “stakeout spot” is.
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>>5421919
>>5421962 +1
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>>5421926
+1
what did everyone actually expect
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>>5421919
>wedgy the edgy

>>5421926
+1
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>>5421926
>>5422629
>>5422654
>Well, you tried the nice way. Web his board to make him fall and get ready to fight.

Taking these. Writing...
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With a sigh, you dropped the hotdog and fired a webline at the back of his board. You tried being civil about this, but if he wasn’t going to give you the courtesy of stopping to talk to you for a minute, then you weren’t going to refrain from kicking his ass.

To your great surprise, though, the man in black didn’t fall off his board when you tried to yank it out from under him. Normally, the sudden jolt and lack of inertia would’ve thrown him off. Instead, he lurched forward violently, and whirled around to snarl at you.

He looked from you to the webline, and you felt as if the skateboarder was making snap judgments based on your sudden act of betrayal. While he was doing that, you inspected his board closely, wondering why it was that he hadn’t fallen off. And that’s when he hit you.

His boots were magnetized. Because of course they were...

In one swift movement, the man knelt down, popped a blade out of his gauntlet and swiped at your webline. But instead of it getting stuck, the weapon sliced right through the thick strand, allowing him to escape your clutches.

That came as another shock to you. There weren’t a lot of weapons that were sharp enough to manage that.

The masked vigilante didn’t waste any time in trying to create distance between the two of you. He seemed to have made his mind up about you, so you pushed off of the building and leapt after him.

Suddenly, your spider sense screamed in the back of your mind, giving you advance warning of a danger that you were unable to see.

Trusting your gut, you flung your arms back, webbed the building behind you and yanked yourself backwards just in time. And it was a good thing that you did, because the vigilante twisted around on his board in a rather impressive maneuver and lifted it up to expose the propulsion mechanism underneath.

At first, you assumed that he might be trying to slow himself down. But that notion was quashed as soon as you saw a bright flash emanating from the bottom of his board, followed by a deafening explosion, and a thick cloud of smoke that filled the air around you. He had been trying to bait you into exposing yourself to an attack.

Aerial combat was so much trickier when your opponent had free range of movement like this. It gave you nasty flashbacks to the time when the Vultures ruled the skies.

You felt another spider sense flareup, and you quickly yanked your arm away just in time to avoid a throwing star flying out of nowhere. This projectile was immediately followed by a hail of bullets puncturing the thick smokescreen to come find you.

By this point, you were flipping end over end along the sheer, vertical surface of the building you had been clinging to. This sneak attack hadn’t gone nearly as smoothly as you thought it would.

(Cont.)
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What will you do?

>Stay in the smokescreen and lean into your senses. You don’t need your eyes to fight this clown.
>Pay attention to where the projectiles are coming from, and toss out your web bombs to see if you can catch him with a few of them.
>Use a few Explosive Marks to clear away the smoke so that you can regain visibility.
>Use this smokescreen to sneak away and head back towards the bank. You might have to pull out a little earlier than you would’ve liked.
>Write-in.

Pastebins:

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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
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>>5422873
>Stay in the smokescreen and lean into your senses. You don’t need your eyes to fight this clown.
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>>5422873
>>Use a few Explosive Marks to clear away the smoke so that you can regain visibility.
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A couple of Wonderland-inspired supermercenaries. Colours and other Desperadoes to follow.
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>>5422873
>Pay attention to where the projectiles are coming from, and toss out your web bombs to see if you can catch him with a few of them.



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