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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:
After rescuing Cindy Moon from the horrible fate of becoming sewer monster chow, Ben found himself in the sights of a vampire cult that wanted the little girl out of the picture. Now, he must find a way to shut them down, without attracting the attention of the authorities.

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.

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

If you have any suggestions that might improve the quality of the quest, feel free to share them! Good luck and have fun!
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All in all, you were pretty content with the movie you’d chosen. It was the type of mindless action that Felicia seemed to enjoy in a movie, and it proved to be a decent distraction for whatever had been on Cindy’s mind.

And while you weren’t nearly as invested as she was, you and the others made at least a vague attempt to keep up with the plot. What little there was to keep up with, that is. In between fight scenes, you, Felicia and Prowler would question Cindy on the weaknesses and tendencies of vampires.

“Wooden stake to the heart?” you asked.

Cindy glanced back at you, clicked her tongue and dragged a thumb across her throat. That meant that it would kill them instantly.

“Silver?” Felicia suggested.

Cindy repeated the gesture and nodded, letting you know that silver was far more potent than you originally thought. Sunlight was an obvious one, but you were completely surprised to learn that garlic was actually effective in sapping the strength of vampires. There was also the matter of vampires not being able to enter a private residence, but you doubted that that would come in handy when you kicked their door down and raided their base.

“What about crosses?” Prowler said.

Cindy paused, brought out a notepad and started scribbling. According to her, religious symbols are effective for staving off an attack, but they’re only effective in the hands of someone who believes in the faith. You’re not sure how many believing Christians there are left in the world. The existence of aliens and literal gods has done a bit of a number on organized religions. People just don’t have that same type of zealous faith that they used to.

“How do you know about all this stuff?” you asked, giving voice to the question that was undoubtedly on everyone’s minds.

Cindy went back to scribbling in her notepad. She then turned it around so that everyone could see.

“Your parents made this a part of your training?” Prowler confirmed.

Cindy nodded and scribbled something else. In summary, the “Hand of Khonshu” must be well versed in dealing with any and all creatures that stalk the night.

Feeling as if you’d learned more than enough on the topic of killing vampires, you began to wonder whether you’d need it for your encounter with Michael Morbius. Just because Cindy knew where to find him didn’t mean that he or his patrons were going to be friendly to a bunch of humans walking into their territory.

That being said, there was now way that you could get your hands on pure silver on such short notice. Garlic, wooden stakes and religious symbols were easy enough to obtain, but you didn’t know how effective those things would be in an up close and personal fight.

“We’re lucky that there was some truth to those cheesy horror movies that you and Prowler like. At least you’ll have a few tricks up your sleeve when you go to meet this ‘Morbius’ guy.” Felicia said.

(Cont.)
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“Actually, I was hoping that you guys would be willing to come with me on this one.” you admitted.

Felicia and Prowler exchanged a long glance before returning their gazes to you. “Look, Spider. We like you and all, and your kid is cute as a button,” she began, her tone sounding apologetic in its delivery. “But we’re not talking about common crooks, or even super crooks. We’re talking full-blown supernatural creatures, here. I’ve got a beautiful neckline, and I don’t know about you, but I’m in no mood to see it ruined by a pair of filthy little fangs.”

As much as you hated it, you had to agree.

“And there’s only so much that we’re willing to do for free. We’d be putting ourselves at serious risk here.” Prowler added.

What will you say?

>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”
>”I’ll pay you. Whatever it takes. Just name your price.”
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
>”I didn’t see any of you complaining when we were saving those people from that burning building.”
>”Come on, guys. You can’t say no to this face.”(Command Cindy to use her puppy dog eyes.)
>Write-in.

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s
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>>5202192
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
>”Come on, guys. You can’t say no to this face.”(Command Cindy to use her puppy dog eyes.)
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>>5202192
>>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
but
>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”
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>>5202192
>>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”
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>>5202192
>”I’ll pay you. Whatever it takes. Just name your price.”
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
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>>5202192
>>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”
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>>5202192
>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”

>Contact Matt. He's the kind of sucker doing this jobs for free usually.
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>>5202192
>>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job.”
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>>5202214
Wouldn't Matt be kinda shit at fighting vampires because he won't be able to hear their heartbeats or is his hearing more bullshit than I think it is?
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>>5202220
We should probably give Matt a heads up about a potential vampire infestation when we get a chance.
Also he'd probably be great at fighting them so long as he has a crucifix. He's a devout Catholic right?
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>>5202192
>”This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!”
>”Come on, guys. You can’t say no to this face.”(Command Cindy to use her puppy dog eyes.)
If it doesn't work
>“I understand. I know I still owe you guys from that Tombstone job, and I don't exactly know if there'll be something to grab at that club."
except the club itself, maybe we'll be able to take over.
On the other hand, we know Matt prayed before eating whit us just over some burgers and stuff. And, he and Angela are good guys, they'll likely help for free.

Anyway, we still need to come up with a plan, and get a crossbow.

Also, like we scraped on last thread we should compartmentalize our persona's of Huntsman and Spider-Man, best with different costumes and slightly alternate movesets. This is a hero-job
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>>5202204
>>5202205
>>5202210
>>5202212
>>5202214
>>5202219
>>5202226
Taking the most popular votes. Writing...

>>5202220
He's got full-on radar sense. All four of his remaining senses are so sharp that they can create a 3D map in his brain of everything going on around him.

>>5202224
>yfw Matt pulls out the crucifix combat batons
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>>5202226
If you wanted a last minute costume that you could throw together for a different persona, I think something like the Hunter Rose/Grendel outfit would be kinda nice
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>>5202226
>Anyway, we still need to come up with a plan, and get a crossbow.
Crossbow? Nah, we only need some wooden wooden bolts and we can shoot it with our modified hidden-gun

I was even thinking in making some shotgun amunition filled with salt rocks and garlic powder, or even just garlic power. Surely that's something that's going to hurt them if they're close to the garlic cloud, or just debilitate
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>>5202204
>Support
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“This is a threat that concerns all of us. We do our best work at night, and things won’t stay that way if our city becomes overrun by bloodsucking vampires!” you proclaimed.

“We’re not saying that we don’t care.” Prowler said. “Believe me, we’re all worried about it. It’s just that we’re not the ones who’re equipped to deal with something like this. You wanna help? Pass it on to someone who actually knows what they’re getting themselves into. Hero types, I mean.”

Felicia nodded her agreement.

It seemed that arguing this point any further would only amount in wasted time, and you were short on that precious resource. The sun was going to set soon, and you needed some protection for your meeting with Morbius. Going there without anything to defend yourself with just felt wrong.

“I understand. I know I still owe you guys for that Tombstone job.” you admitted.

“How nice of you to remember.” Felicia said. If there was any sarcasm or malice in her voice, you couldn’t detect it.

“Just let us know when you plan on moving that stuff you got from Toomes. We can split the cash after we find a buyer.” Prowler added.

“Already did. Ran into some weirdo trying to steal it the other night, but I scared him off after I broke his suit.” you said.

After giving them a brief description of Slip and updating them on Flint’s current situation, you escorted the two to the door and promised that you’d call if you needed anything urgently. Cindy waved at them as they left, before returning her expectant gaze to you. You were running out of daylight, and you had to do something fast.

What will you bring with you to the meeting?(Choose 2)

>Crucifix/Wooden Stake combo
>Hand-carved wooden darts/bolts(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Silver Knuckle rings
>Write-in.

(Also, if you're going to call Matt to come with you to the meeting, include it in your vote.)
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Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s

Reposting this in case you wanted to call someone else.
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>>5202271
remind me, which meeting have we had planned?
just a stake out of the place before night falls for the vamps to show up?
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>>5202284
Cindy wants you to talk to Michael Morbius at his secret vampire club before you hit any of the locations. He's something of a leading figure in the community, and most people(alive and undead) have to go through him first if they want something. He offers information, equipment, and manpower to those that are willing to pay his price.
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>>5202271
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)
Gee Huntsman! How come your gun has both garlic AND pepper spray in one?
>Write-in.
CALL IN THE DAREDEVIL
THERE'S VAMPIRES TO SLAY
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>>5202271
>Choose two
Whoops. Add
>Silver Knuckle rings
to my vote in >>5202291. Hand carved wooden stuff is too time-consuming right now, and Matt should be better with stakes and crucifixes.
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>>5202271
>>5202288
Ah yeah, I thought it was just the next step, not already tonight
well then
>call Matt
>Hand-carved wooden darts/bolts(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Silver Knuckle rings
If Matt can't come I say we delay for a day, as I don't think we're fully prepared, especially not when we go in alone, even if it's just to talk
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>>5202271
>>Silver Knuckle rings
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)

>Write-in.
>call matt
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>>5202271
>Garlic pepper pellets(Hidden Gun ammo)
>Silver Knuckle rings
>Call Matt
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>>5202291
>>5202295
>>5202302
>>5202375
Taking these. Writing...
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>>5202425
Holy shit, I'm definitely including that in Matt's utility belt
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>>5202436
The Strain has some pretty awesome moments
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You need a few things before you’d be comfortable with visiting this club. Finding powdered garlic shouldn’t be terribly hard, and you know a guy who should have at least one pair of silver Knuckle Dusters. Whether it’s pure silver or not remains to be seen, but it’s certainly better than nothing.

Changing out of your suit and into your civvies, you decided to give Matt a call before you headed out with Cindy. After about 3 or 4 rings, Matt finally picked up.

“Benny? What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m surprised you knew it was me.” you admitted.

“Misty told me before I answered the phone. Sometimes I’ll have Angela read my texts to me when I don’t feel like running them through a program.” Matt explained. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I do. Are you busy tonight?” you asked.

“Well, I am in the middle of a poker game right now. Why?” he answered.

“Wait, hold up. You play poker?”

“Quite often, yes.”

“How!? You can’t even see the cards! Does Angela help you with that too?” you said.

“Sometimes. But tonight, it’s Misty’s turn. She tells me what’s been played and what’s in my hand. In return, I give them a cut of the profits.”

“We’ve only got one eye between the two of us, so I feel like I should be getting paid double.” someone on the other end of the line complained. You assumed that it was this “Misty” person.

“One eye’s better than none.” Matt shot back. You heard Misty grumbling a retort, but you couldn’t hear it very clearly.

“So I take it that you’re a good player?” you asked

“Let’s just say that I’m not well-liked at these tables.” Matt said, and you could practically feel the smirk forming on his face as he said it.

“Well that doesn’t tell me much. You rubbed me the wrong way when we first met.” you said with a shrug.

“Is that what people call it these days when they get their ass kicked?” Matt asked with a fair bit of challenge in his tone.

“Just wait until our rematch, pal. Then, I’ll show you who’s-!”

“Are y’all done with your little dick measuring contest?” Misty interrupted. “Because if you are, either get to the point or get back to playing cards.”

“Right.” you said, clearing your throat before continuing. “I could use your help. I found a lead on this whole Cult thing, and Cindy thinks that there are vampires involved.” you explained.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

“...Did you say ‘vampires’?” he asked.

“Yeah. I haven’t seen one for myself, but Cindy wants me to meet some guy called ‘Michael Morbius’. Apparently he’s some big boss in the vampire community. I don’t know what I’ll find going in there, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to help cover our backs.”

(Cont.)
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“‘Our’?” he said, sounding a bit angry. “You’re bringing the girl.”

It clearly wasn’t a question, so you didn’t waste time dancing around the issue. “She knows more about this than either of us, and I don’t think Morbius would let us in without her being there.” you said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m in no mood to kick down the front door and open up a can of worms that I can’t close.”

Matt paused to consider this, before sighing deeply. “...Alright. Give me a time and place, and I’ll meet you there.” he said. “Come on, Misty. We’re cashing these chips in.”

You heard the other players protesting his decision, clearly having thought that they were about to steal the large pile of chips out from under his nose. You would’ve told him to be careful in the parking lot, but then you remembered who it was that you were talking to. You thanked him profusely, hung up and prepared to head out the door. You had some shopping to do.

—-------

Later that night, you were back in costume, staring at a nondescript building with a glowing, crimson neon sign on the front that read “Eternal”. You noticed that the “T” was in the shape of a cross, which admittedly, tickled your funny bone as you considered the implied irony of that gesture.

You spotted Matt approaching you from behind, now wearing all his armor and gear, plus the items that you requested he retrieve before coming here.

“...Was this really necessary?” he asked, showing you the Silver Crucifix/Knuckle Duster combo!

“Jesus, Matt! I was just joking earlier!” you confessed, laughing uncontrollably. “Where’d you even get those?”

He grunted and put them away. “I know a guy that does custom jobs for me on short notice. Should I not have brought them?”

“No, no! They’re perfect.” you said, trying to get your breathing back under control. “That is like, two anti-vamp weapons mixed into one. They only work in the hands of a true believer.”

Matt stared at you for a long moment, and then turned his head towards the building. “Hm. When do we go in?” he asked.

Before you could answer, your phone started ringing. It was your sister. Why was she calling now?

What will you do?

>Let it go to voicemail. You’ll call her back sometime later.
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
>Turn your phone off. You don’t need any distractions tonight.
>Write-in.
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>>5202473
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
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>>5202473
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
"sorry for cucking you in this job but if i dont answer this, something very bad will happen,"
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>>5202473
>Go somewhere far away and answer the call
Please, don't...
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>>5202473
>>Go somewhere far away and answer the call.
Good thing it happened before we go in, we don't have an appointment anyway
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>>5202489
>>5202491
>>5202493
>>5202504
Writing...
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50 bucks on he hears it anyway
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>>5202547
I can't take that bet
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It’s probably nothing. But, you couldn’t deny that the timing was uncanny.

“Hold on. I’ve gotta take this.” you said, stowing the phone back into your pocket and launching yourself into the air. After swinging a few blocks away, you felt somewhat comfortable enough with the distance between you and Matt to pick up the call.

Clinging to the side of a building now, you brought your hand up to tap your Bluetooth earpiece. “Hello?”

There was shallow breathing on the other end of the line, and you immediately started to worry. Did someone get to Vic and the kids!? Was it the cult, or someone else looking for revenge?

Your heart started to hammer in your ears as your mind raced and your imagination kicked into overdrive. With each passing second that went by unanswered, you could only assume the worst.

“...Hello?” said a familiar voice in your ear.

“Pete!?” you said, not able to hide the relief in your voice. “What’re you still doing up, bud?”

“I wanted to say goodnight.” he admitted.

You chuckled softly and flexed your free hand several times. It was still shaking.

“You didn’t have to stay up for that. Next time, you can give me a call as soon as you start feeling sleepy.” you said, before pausing to consider something. “Oh, wait. You don’t have a phone, do you? I should get you a phone when I get back. Hey, Pete. What’s your favorite color? Don’t think about it. Just tell me the first thing that pops into your head.”

“Uhhh…”

“Ah! I told you not to think about it.”

“Blue! It’s blue!” he finally said with a laugh. “Or red!”

“Aww, man! You took the best ones!” you said with mock disappointment. “Leave some for the rest of us, huh.”

“No! They’re MY favorite colors.” Pete declared.

“Unbelievable. Does Aunt Vicky know that she’s got a little tyrant living under her roof? Keep this up and you’re gonna become the next Dr. Doom.”

Pete laughed, and the sound alone was enough to stay your shaking hands. And after a noticeable delay, he asked “When are you coming home?”

It was a simple question, but it was enough to make your breath catch.

“Uh, I…I’m not sure, buddy. I’ve got a lot of work to do, but I’m working as hard as I can so I can get back to you guys.” you said, hoping that it was convincing enough to put his mind at ease. “I promise that I’ll come back after I’m done here.”

“Okay…” he mumbled, still clearly disappointed. “Goodnight, Uncle Ben.”

“G’night, Pete.” you whispered.

The next thing you heard was some light shuffling, and the sound of your sister talking away from the receiver. A few seconds later, you heard her voice much clearer.

(Cont.)
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“Hey, Ben. Pete was trying to stay up because he thought that you’d be coming home sooner than I told him you would.” Vic explained. “How’re you holding up?”

“I’m alright. I’ve got a lead on this whole cult thing, and I brought in a friend to help me with it.” you said.

“Good. I was getting worried. Thinking of you taking these people on all by yourself was a scary thought.” she admitted.

What will you say?

>”You worry too much, Vic. I’ll handle things over here, no problem.”
>”Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.”
>”I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise that I’ll take care of this without letting anything happen to you, Pete, or Cindy.”
>”I feel bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”
>Write-in.
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>>5202555
>>”I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise that I’ll take care of this without letting anything happen to you, Pete, or Cindy.”
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>>5202555
>”Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.”
>Write-in.
Internally resolve to do right by this kid.
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>>5202555
>>”Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.”
>>”I feel bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”
"I want to do right by him... but I... My life's... look well talk, later."
The kids already been abandoned by one father figure, but I'm not sure if backing out now isn't what's best for the kid in the long run
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>>5202555
>>”I feel bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”
>”You worry too much, Vic. I’ll handle things over here, no problem.”
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>>5202555
>”You worry too much, Vic. I’ll handle things over here, no problem.”
>"Besides, I'm not about to get into trouble if Pete's concerned, ya know? Gotta be responsible, all that jazz..."
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>>5202555
>>”I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise that I’ll take care of this without letting anything happen to you, Pete, or Cindy.”
>"The guy I'm with is actually one of the good guys, trying to make me go all straight and stuff."
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>>5202571
>support
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>>5202571
>>5202651
Taking these. Writing...

Ironically enough, Ben's current relationship with his nephew is very similar to Miles' relationship with Aaron Davis. As for whether you want to remain in his life, that's entirely up to you. There is certainly a danger of negatively influencing his life through your involvement with him, but guidance and companionship are also important at a young age. There are various things to consider here.
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>>5202989
I don't want to involve Pete in any of this personally.
But more than that, I want to find Richard and tell him to start taking responsibility for his fucking kid.
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>>5202997
We'll get into that very soon! I've got a lot of plot points that I'm excited to introduce into the story.
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“Well my friends are scarier. These cultist freaks won’t know what hit ‘em.” you boasted.

You could practically feel the eyeroll from your sister before she started to respond. “Okay, tough guy. Just try not to get shot, or you know, sacrificed on a stone altar at midnight.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Vic. You see, those guys want to sacrifice virgins. Crazy cultists love them some virgins. And me, being the irresistible stud that I am, is the furthest thing from what they want. You on the other hand…well, if I were you, I’d be careful of who I open my door to tonight.” you said.

“Oh, screw you!” Vic said while laughing.

“I’m serious! I have literally never seen you bring a guy over for Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or any of those other dumb family holidays. You need to get out more, Vic.”

“My sex life is none of your business, Benjamin Parker.” your sister said in reply.

While you were in no mood to do so, you felt it prudent to press your sister on this every once in a while. It made you feel like a nagging parent, but there was some merit to their arguments. You didn’t particularly care about which team she played for, if that was what she was worried about. Loathe as you are to admit it, Vic’s a young, intelligent, attractive woman, and you’re genuinely surprised that she doesn’t have more guys barking up her tree. It’d be a shame to see her waste all that and end up alone in the future. As far as you could remember, Vic’s been single her entire life.

“Alright, fine…” you sighed. “Hey, Vic? I feel kinda bad about leaving Pete like I did. Do you think he’ll be alright?”

“He’ll be fine. I think he’s just scared that you’ll leave him like Richard did.” she said. “Peter needs a father figure in his life, and if his actual father doesn’t want to step up, then I suppose you’re the next best thing.”

“I thought you said that it wasn’t a good idea for me to get involved with him.” you shot back.

“That was before. I thought that you had no interest in kids back then, so I didn’t want you acting as a corrupting influence in his life without thinking about the consequences. But when I see you dote on him and play with him like you do…well, it makes me feel like I don’t have a right to break that up.” she admitted.

“I want to do right by him, but I…my life’s kinda…” you muttered, before trailing off with a sigh. “Look. We’ll talk later, okay?”

You got the distinct impression that your sister had more to say on the matter, but you didn’t give her the chance to. This wasn’t a conversation that you wanted to have right now.

“...Fine. Be careful out there, Ben.”

“I will. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

(Cont.)
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You hung up, braced yourself against the wall and took a long, relaxing breath.

“Pull yourself together, Parker.” you muttered to yourself, before firing a webline at a nearby building and swinging back in Matt’s direction.

—-----

When you reunited with Matt and Cindy, both gave you a sparing glance, but kept their main focus on the vampire club.

“Everything alright?” Matt asked.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine.” you replied, a little too fast. Matt simply nodded and gestured towards Cindy.

“She’s ready to move.” he said, and Cindy nodded for confirmation.

You walked over, scooped her up, made sure that she had a tight grip on you, and leapt from the roof. Matt followed close behind, using some sort of grappling hook built into his batons. Maybe you should get Cindy something like that. Having her cling to you all the time could become problematic in the future.

—---

After landing in front of the club, you walked down a few flights of stone steps and found yourself face to face with a large man with bloodshot eyes, pale skin, and slightly pointed ears. He had a noticeable lack of hair, and was wearing a tailored suit that looked reasonably expensive. From the way he was standing, you had a feeling that he had no intention of letting you inside.

Nevertheless, you followed Cindy as she approached him without fear. The large man looked down and grunted at her. “Password.”

Cindy scribbled something in her notepad and showed it to the man, who only smirked. “What’s the matter? Bat got your tongue?” he said in a European accent that you didn’t quite recognize.

Cindy let out a frustrated huff, but you were the one to reply.

“She’s mute, asshole.” you said, stepping up beside her.

The bouncer rolled his massive shoulders and flexed his fingers a few times before looking at you. His gaze could only be described as predatory, and you had the distinct impression that violence was an inevitability. But before either of you could act, the man froze and his eyes glazed over for a moment. His ears twitched a few times, and he immediately straightened, abandoning his aggressive posture from before.

“So sorry for the inconvenience.” he growled between two sets of tightly clenched, razor sharp teeth. “The boss would like to see you inside.” he said, stepping aside to open the heavy, iron door. “Right this way.”

You cast a wary glance at Matt and Cindy, before entering first, with Cindy in the middle and Matt in the back. This seemed like the safest formation for the young girl.

(Cont.)
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Another pale gentleman wearing a similar suit gestured for you to follow him, and you did so. The atmosphere and lighting in these hallways immediately reminded you of the Crucible. And it wasn’t until your guide led you down several more flights of stairs and opened two more doors that the stench finally hit you. It was hard to put into words, but luckily, Matt did it for you.

“That’s…a lot of blood.” he said, scrunching up his nose and wiping at it.

“Is that what that is? I can practically taste it.” you said with a groan.

“Yeah? Well I can literally taste it.” Matt grumbled.

Your guide said nothing, despite being within earshot. Instead, he led you through one final door, where the smell had been the strongest. The room was very poorly lit, having no artificial lighting, and instead relying on candlelight.

As soon as you entered, all manner of conversation stopped all at once, and multiple sets of glowing red eyes settled on your group. The sight was enough to make your blood run cold. You absently felt for your silver knuckle dusters and wondered whether you’d have to fight your way out of here after all.

“Something smells awful.” said a slight voice in the back of the room. “Did you bring garlic in here?” he asked. It sounded like he was whispering, but it was somehow loud enough to bounce off of the walls and reverberate in your ears.

Before you could answer, Cindy stepped forward and gave a slight bow.

“Ah, is that you Miss Moon? It’s been so long. Just look at how big you’ve gotten!” the dark figure said, finally rising from his throne. As he stepped into the light, you noticed that he was very tall, very well built, and much paler than most of the patrons in this club. His nose was scrunched up, like that of a bat’s, and his eyes were nothing more than blood red slits. His hair was black as night and settled atop his head like an unruly mop. He had a thin beard that was made all the more noticeable by his sharp, angular facial features and the complexion of his skin. Somehow, without an introduction, you knew that this was Michael Morbius.

“I heard about what happened to your parents. They were…good people. You have my sincerest apologies and my deepest condolences.” he said, returning her bow. It was only then you noticed how sharp his claws were. They were like tiny little knives.

“Now,” he began focusing his attention on you and Matt. “What is it that I can do for you? Something tells me that it is more than a social call.”
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What will you say?

>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
>”We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.”(Show him the map of their locations)
>”We could use some gear, if you have it on hand. Figured you’d keep it in back, for when you needed to take care of your own.”
>”We need some muscle, if you can spare the manpower. Taking on a bunch of savage vamps is gonna be tough with just the three of us.”
>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>Write-in.
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>>5203066
>>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
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>>5203066
>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
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>>5202187
i wanna ask one thing before i start reading from the beginning, why Ben Parker? Like, it feels weird since Black Cat and Silk are running around, why the name change?
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>>5203073
>why Ben Parker?
It was one of the choices given when we were prompted to give our name in-character.
I'm fairly certain each choice would have changed certain things about other characters as well as our pre-existing relationships with them.
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>>5203073
Because this is an alt universe and there have been times where alternate versions of characters have existed further along in the future or further back in the past than they were originally meant to. Plus, it won the vote as a write-in for the protagonist's name. I figured that it was very doable, and opens up a ton of possibilities for interesting story elements.

Try not to think about how far forward or backward these events are taking place in. As far as you're concerned, this is a modern day Uncle Ben, and he is the Spider-Man of this universe. Peter will have a different identity and origin story.

>>5203074
What he said. Each choice would have resulted in a different set of characters and family members to interact with. I was almost tempted to add Miles to the list, but thought better of it before I posted the update.
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>>5203079
thats cool, so essentially the Parker family has been pushed forward 2 or 3 decades and Ben (temporarily) took Peter's place because of it
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>>5203066
>>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
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>>5203080
Yeah, pretty much. Plus, Peter's kinda too young to have been born yet(considering this Ben's age), but with sliding timescales, I figured that it wouldn't be too much of an issue. It also adds a fair amount of drama to Ben's life.

Ben also took on the mantle much later than Peter did, which changes the dynamic that Ben might have with some characters. By this point, there are already a few villains running around, and certain important events have already happened. This is mostly because I don't intend to have you sit through an entire event where all sorts of stuff happens off-screen. There will also be multiple time skips taking place in this quest when you hit key milestones in the story.
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>>5203079
>I was almost tempted to add Miles to the list, but thought better of it before I posted the update
I am almost certain anons would have voted for Miles after we picked the Criminal background just for shits and giggles.
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>>5203086
yeah no, this ain't the best place to write a fanfic staring Miles
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>>5203087
Are you telling me that the userbase of 4chan.org couldn't take a CYOA revolving around a young black man seriously?
Surely you jest.
Surely.
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>>5203090

It would've died in a few days due to shitposting.

I don't even think OP would be able to handle that.
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>>5203080
>>5203079
I feel sorry for this Peter Parker his Uncle Ben is a villain this time around and has so many messed up implications for his future character development. Especially once he finds out the truth about his Uncle Ben the 'evil spiderman', the villains who are friendly towards the evil spiderman and despise the new spiderman due to opposing the old order with the 'arrangement' that was set up.

Basically Peter Parker is gonna suffer a lot in about ten years or so...on the plus side at least he won't be broke as fuck and actually have the money to take advantage of his genius...too bad he will be being bankrolled by a villain oh man. The family drama and character development are gonna involve so much suffering. The spiderman identity will also have so much baggage for him to inherit and deal with thanks to shady ass uncle Ben...
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>>5203090
There was new!mutant quest with Kojo, it was... alright. At least I think it wasn't the main character that killed it.
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>>5203066
>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>”We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.”(Show him the map of their locations)
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>>5203066
>>5203105 +1
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>>5203066
smalltalk first
>>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>>”Cindy’s parents were killed by cultists. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
don't point fingers at vampires.
>"I want to make sure they are not after her too."
>"As I understand those cultists are of similar nature to your own, and may reflect poorly on you. I don't want to assume, but you might have an interest in handling the situation as well."
>"My motivation is to help a child sleep better at night."
if he takes well to that.
>”We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.”(Show him the map of their locations)
>"My hope is you don't rip my head off right here and now, preferably though to extend a helping claw, or just don't care about our operation at all and not tip off the others either."
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>>5203213
+1
It doesn't matter what do you say, but how you say it. Better if we try to make that small talk, saying our concern of Cindy and having a weird vampire-moon cult going after her, her parents, and apparently any older member of the original club.

And then, of course, see if he can help us
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>>5203066

>”How do you know Cindy and her family?”
>”Cindy’s parents were killed by vampires that belonged to a cult. We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”
>Write-in.
"Nice claws, how come nobody else gets them?"
It should be fine to imply stuff about what we're going to do, but common sense opsec demands that we do not mention any specifics about our future plants.


...Also, that call with Victoria reminded me that I read way too many porn comics and it gets in the way of me enjoying things the way other people do, sometimes.
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>>5203071
>>5203072
>>5203081
>>5203105
>>5203127
>>5203213
>>5203240
I'll try to combine these votes as best as I can. Writing...
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“How do you know Cindy and her family?” you asked.

Morbius’ posture seemed to straighten when you addressed him directly. “We worked together on several occasions. Her family had a vested interest in preventing this city from falling into darkness. And at certain times, our interests aligned.” he explained, before turning his gaze on Cindy. “I taught Miss Moon here how to best kill a vampire. She was very young back then.”

Cindy nodded her acknowledgement, but didn’t otherwise let her emotions show on her face.

“Cindy’s parents were killed by cultists.” you carefully said, not mentioning that vampires were involved. “We were wondering if you knew anything about that.”

Morbius turned to look at you, and in that one moment, his expression was unreadable.

“I want to make sure that they aren’t after her too.” you continued. “As I understand, these cultists are of a…similar nature to your own, and may reflect poorly on you. I don’t want to assume, but I’m guessing that you’ll want to get in front of this as soon as possible.”

Morbius took a step towards you, and…smelled you?

“Your blood smells strange. Are you sick?” he asked.

“Not…that I know of?” you answered with a shrug.

He gave you a considering look, before sighing and folding his arms over his chest. “And where exactly do you fit into all this?”

“I just want to help a kid sleep easier at night.” you easily said.

Morbius remained silent for a long moment, his crimson eyes boring into you without mercy as he tapped a long talon on his forearm.

“Very well.” he finally said. “But let’s stop prancing around the issue and get down to business. Miss Moon’s family was indeed targeted by vampires. And not just any vampires, either. They are servants of Lily Cromwell. Otherwise known as ‘Baroness Blood’.”

“You know who did it?” Matt said, finally speaking up.

Morbius nodded. “I do. Snowsnake and Baron Blood were spotted entering Miss Moon’s home that night. And while I do not doubt the young lady’s ability, I haven’t the slightest idea as to why they would allow her to escape.” he mused, glancing over at Cindy. “Blood can be sloppy sometimes, but Snowsnake usually doesn’t make those kinds of mistakes. She is very skilled in combat, and in tracking.”

“You think they let her go on purpose?” you said.

“It’s possible. It’s either that, or…they were too preoccupied to continue chasing her.” Morbius said.

The vampiric patrons that you couldn’t quite see were now murmuring amongst one another. You could now see multiple sets of pearly white fangs glinting in the faint candlelight, and you were certain that they were sizing you up like a slab of meat.

“Do either of you think you might have been followed?” Matt asked, looking at both you and Cindy.

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You paused, and then shook your head. “I can sense when someone wants to hurt me. If we were being followed by bloodthirsty vampires, I think I would’ve known by now.” you proclaimed.

Morbius looked slightly skeptical, but he couldn’t disregard the confidence with which you declared this.

“You think Blade might have interfered, sir?” said a calm voice to your right. You turned to see a pale figure emerging from the darkness. His hair was pink and spiky, and whatever wasn’t shaven completely had been draped over his left eye. His clothing was similar to what Morbius was wearing, but it had more of a “punk rock” feel to it.

“No. He is still in Los Angeles, I believe.” Morbius confirmed.

“What about his daughter, Fallon Gray?” the young vampire asked. His behavior was far more mild mannered than you would’ve guessed from looking at his appearance.

“She is in Chicago. And I hardly think that she is skilled enough to take on Snowsnake.” Morbius replied. “Could it have been Elsa Bloodstone?”

“Last I checked, she was in an alternate dimension.” the punk vampire said.

“Hm. Then this is quite the conundrum. It would appear that our fair city has a new hunter of sorts. And a skilled one at that.” Morbius declared.

“That’s a good thing, right?” you said.

“That depends on whether they plan on stopping at Cromwell’s thralls, or kicking in my front door and clearing us out entirely.” Morbius said with a sigh.

“You think they’re that good?” Matt asked.

Morbius just shrugged. “We won’t know for sure until we encounter them.”

You pulled out the map that Cindy made and offered it to the club’s owner. He took it from your hands and examined it closely.

“I hope we do run into them. We’re planning on attacking some vampire strongholds. Just wanted to make sure that we weren’t stepping on your toes, or anything.” you explained.

Morbius nodded approvingly. “This is good work. You did this all by yourself?”

You glanced at Cindy and shrugged. She looked just as proud, if not more. “I had a bit of help from some people that I know. And since you haven’t ripped my head off by now, can I assume that you’d be willing to lend a helping claw, or at least let us operate within your territory?” you asked.

Morbius shoved the map back into your hands and gave you a pat on the shoulder. You didn’t like the way that his claws dragged against the fabric of your suit. It was only then that you were reminded that he could easily tear your arm off and beat you with it. Probably. Okay, you weren’t 100% sure that he was stronger than you, but you didn’t want to find out tonight if you could help it.

(Cont.)
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“Do not worry. I am not affiliated with any of these cabals, and there are more than a few operating within my territories. Shutting them down would be within both our best interests. If these ‘cultists’ attract too much attention, then it is possible that this city’s superhumans will devote all of their effort into exterminating our kind.” Morbius said with a large, toothy grin.

“So you’ll help us?” Matt said.

Morbius nodded. “I cannot help personally, as I need to protect my people by providing a safe haven during these troubling times. With a new hunter on the loose, there’s no telling what might happen.” he said, gesturing towards the shifting figures in the dark. They didn’t look or sound anywhere near as innocent and helpless as Morbius was making them out to be. “Instead, I will have B-Negative look into these cabals for me. If you wish to request his services in this matter, you need only give me a call.” he declared, gesturing towards the punk vampire from before.

You were about to thank him for his hospitality, but Cindy beat you to the punch by flipping to a prepared note that she’d written for him earlier.

“You are very welcome, Miss Moon. So long as you continue to fulfill your role, you are always welcome in my domain.” Morbius said while gently patting her head. “And you are also welcome to the many suppliers that I have positioned around the city, should you require additional equipment. These services will not be free, however. I do have a business to run, after all.”

You supposed that seemed reasonable. All in all, this went far better than you could’ve hoped. Either Morbius had a better handle on things that you thought, or his patrons were more well behaved than their feral mannerisms implied.

>You’ve gained Michael Morbius as a contact!

How will you spend the rest of tonight?

>Strike while the iron is hot! Hit one of the vampire strongholds!
>Stock up on silver at one of Morbius’ suppliers.
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.
>Write-in.
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>>5203445
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
But of course, let's see if Matt's willing to stay in a place like this or if he wants to go out and wait. Or if he's just going back home, we asked for his help but that didn't meant that we're dragging him up and down in our shit. If he wants to just go then we just thank him and tell him when we're going to strike
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>>5203456
+1
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>>5203445
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.
All we needed was information and we got that.
Now we just need to rest up and make a proper plan.
Plus it'll give us a chance to fill Flint in on what's been going on while he's been in observation.
Okay real shit we need to get home fucking NOW. If there's even a 1% chance Snowsnake is still active, they DEFINITELY has Cindy's scent. It's not a matter of if, but when they follow it to Vic's house. Vic and Pete are in mind-boggling danger.
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>>5203456
+1

>>5203459
We cant stay home 24/7. The less often we're home, the less likely Snowflake is to paying our family a visit. We need to kill these vampires tonight, even if we need to chug several espressos.
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>>5203445
>>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Write-in.
Once we're away from this place, ask Cindy if she got the moonarang from this mysterious new vampire hunter, because he might have seen us before... though those moonarangs had a bunch of gas coming out of them.

>>5203459
>metagaming vote
shiggy diggy doo
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>>5203456
support
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>>5203445
whew, that was intense
>"Can you perchance elaborate on what role she has to fulfill?"
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.

>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
>Stock up on silver at one of Morbius’ suppliers.
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>>5203471
>Good point but why fight vampires at night when they make much easier prey during the day?
>>5203445
>Stay a bit longer and find out more about the history of the vampires that you’ll be hunting.
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.
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>>5203472
right, Cindy is probably the best person to ask on the grizzly details of the time her parents were killed, but... ya know
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>>5203546
Asking her to describe this one heroic dude who showed up isn't the same as asking her to relive the entire moment, silly. Besides, she's hardened as fuck and her balls are probably bigger than Ben's.
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>>5203549
I'm not enough of an armchair psychiatrist to tell you how triggers work
I'm also not saying to not do it, I'm just saying that we should be aware of it being able to trigger her and we (the players) should have that on a more serious vote than an offhand mention as a write-in
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>>5203445
>>Strike while the iron is hot! Hit one of the vampire strongholds!
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>>5203445
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
Then.
>Head home and rest up. Rushing in without a plan will just get you killed.
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>>5203445
>Try to track down this mysterious vampire hunter. If they’re after this cult, then you might want to consider joining forces with them.
>Go to Vic's house and try to vampire proof the place, just in case.
Better to be safe than sorry.
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>>5203456
>>5203458
>>5203471
>>5203485
Writing...

Gonna try and squeeze out a few more updates today, if possible.
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>>5204266
you are good people
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“If you don’t mind, I’d like to know if you’d be willing to tell me more about these vampires.” you said.

Morbius’ smile disappeared as he nodded and took on a more grave expression. “Certainly. But if it’s alright with you, I would appreciate it if we took this conversation somewhere more private.” he suggested, glancing around at the shifting figures in the dark. Your Spider-Sense has been blaring on and off for a while now. A lot of these guys wanted to hurt you, but were well aware of the consequences of doing so in front of the club’s owner.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” you said, looking around along with him. Your gaze eventually landed on Matt, and you remembered that he was probably struggling to stay in this room with all these pungent aromas. With his superhuman senses, you imagined that the mere act of breathing was probably excruciating for him. Even Cindy was making faces, despite having been here several times before. “Hey Matt, would you mind waiting outside? Me and Cindy are gonna stay behind and ask a few questions.”

He gave you a grateful nod, and then glanced warily at Morbius and his guards. “Just shout if you need anything.” he said, before turning around and walking back out the way you came.

After he was gone, Morbius showed you to a private room of his on a deeper level within the compound, while B-Negative stayed behind to make sure that none of the other patrons got too riled up.

Once you were alone, in what you could only describe as an overly gothic subterranean CEO’s office, you and Cindy took a seat on a plush leather couch in the center of the room. The floor and walls seemed to be carved from large, deep red marble tiles. The color was quite striking. But not nearly as striking as the massive coffin sitting in the corner of the room. Did he really sleep in that thing?

“So,” Morbius began, snapping you out of your trance. “What do you wish to know?”

“I want to know what we’re up against.” you said, leaning forward a bit. “You mentioned a lot of names back there, but I have no idea who any of those people are. Should I be worried?”

Morbius leaned back against his desk and glanced up at the ceiling. “That depends…” he said with a sigh.

“Depends on what?”

“On whether Baroness Blood is directly involved, or if she just sent her minions to do her bidding in this city.” he replied, glancing between you and Cindy. “Don’t eat that.” he said to the young girl, who had a dark brown orb of what you thought was chocolate floating near her open mouth.

She sniffed it, recoiled from the smell and tossed it back into the bowl. Apparently it wasn’t chocolate.

“Is she that strong?” you asked.
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“Very. Aside from Dracula himself, she’s one of the most powerful vampires still walking this earth.” he explained.

You chuckled at that. “Wait wait wait! Dracula’s real!? You’re joking, right?”

Michael Morbius didn’t look amused in the slightest. His burning red eyes were firmly locked on yours, not even blinking. You glanced at Cindy, who was nodding her agreement.

“Shit…” you muttered, wishing you hadn’t been burdened with the knowledge that such a creature actually existed, and still roamed the earth.

“Indeed. It is important for us to thwart the Baroness’ plans before she can sink her claws into this city.” Morbius said.

“Then tell me about the Baroness and her cronies.” you demanded.

Morbius nodded and cleared his throat. “The Baroness is something of an influential figure in the vampire community. She all but worshiped the first Baron Blood, despite him having killed her father and stolen his identity. Eventually, she made a name for herself, and became a loyal underling that answered directly to Dracula. She is very powerful, and highly resourceful. If she truly is in this city with her minions, then we might be in trouble.” he explained.

“And the other two? Snowsnake and Baron Blood?”

“Snowsnake is a three-hundred year old Japanese vampire that served her lord as a resplendent warrior before she was turned. Now, she acts as Cromwell’s right hand. Usually to crush her enemies.” Morbius said, stroking his beard with a clawed hand. “Be careful of that one. She fights using two katanas, and is very adept at using them.”

You nodded and waited for Morbius to continue talking. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Cindy taking notes on every description in her notepad.

“As for Baron Blood, I do not believe that this is the original. Probably some pretender that adopted his mantle and inherited his costume.”

“Who was he?” you asked.

“A fool who sought to manipulate Dracula, only to be hypnotized and turned into a vampire by Vlad himself. The Impaler gave the Baron orders to wreak havoc on England, saying that the country repulsed him. So Blood put on a costume, and sided with the Germans during both World Wars.”

“Baron Blood was a Nazi Vampire!?” you exclaimed.

Cindy simply nodded along and studiously scribbled a swastika onto the page where she was taking notes on Baron Blood.

“Yes. He’s something of a talking point amongst my people.” Morbius said with a groan. “Every now and again, he’ll pop somewhere in history. There are even stories of him fighting with Captain America, Namor, and the Original Human Torch.”

“There’s ANOTHER Human Torch!?”
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Morbius held up a hand and smiled slightly. “That is a story for another time. I do believe that is enough revelation for one night. As for Baron Blood, I do not think that this one is the original. He is merely a pretender that does not possess his strength, skill or experience.” he said, in what he probably assumed was a reassuring pep talk.

“Thanks for the history lesson. We’ll be on the lookout for them when we’re patrolling tonight.” you said, rising from your seat.

Morbius raised an eyebrow at you and pushed off of his desk. “Patrol? What is it that you are looking for?” he asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you said in disbelief. “We’re gonna find that mysterious new hunter!” you declared. And Cindy seemed to mirror your enthusiasm.

Morbius shook his head, but he didn’t protest your decision when he let you out of his office and led you back upstairs. By some miracle, nothing awful happened to you or Matt when you and Cindy met up with him outside. Morbius’ parting words implied that you were welcome to come back, should some new developments arise. But the bouncer’s expression gave you the distinct impression that he didn’t agree with his master’s sentiment.

—-
Shortly afterwards, you thanked Matt and watched him swing away until you couldn’t see him anymore. The guy had done you a solid on short notice more than once, and he never asked for anything in return. You were starting to like working with people that had a morally upright disposition. It was a cheap and reliable service.

Silently, you forced yourself to realize that you probably owed Matt more in favors than what you owed Felicia and Prowler in cold, hard cash.

Putting that aside, for now, you still had a job to do. You and Cindy needed to locate that mysterious monster hunter. If you were lucky, they’d be reasonable enough to join you on your totally wholesome and justified crusade against Moon God worshiping, bloodsucking mutants.

>Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
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Rolled 81 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5204289
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Rolled 62 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5204289
Let me plummet the usual good rolls of the quest
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Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5204289
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Rolled 99 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

too bad you guys didn't wait for THIS
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>>5204313
Nice scripts dude
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>>5204313
Damn, we missed on a 100+
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>>5204338
hey, 91 is still pretty good
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>>5204290
>>5204291
>>5204304
Taking these. Will start writing once I get back home in a few.

>>5204313
OOF!
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>91

You’d think that following the tracks of a vampire hunter in a society that barely acknowledged the existence of vampires would be difficult, right? Because it’d have to be, right? How else would it remain a widely known secret?

Well Cindy pretty much flipped your perspective on its ass, because she was like a Bloodhound for the supernatural. You were starting to see the products of her parent’s training kick in as she tracked this hunter and retraced their steps from their old hunting grounds. Considering how vampires turned to ash when they died, it was pretty hard to find any traces of their existence at the scene of the murder. But not for Cindy.

With her acute senses, she was able to sniff out the remnant ashes and follow them towards the hunter’s next destination. Considering how much you were moving around, this guy didn’t have a permanent home, or anything. They just went around dusting vamps until the sun rose, and then they would do it again the following night.

Interestingly, Cindy noted that the scene of each hunt was vastly different from the last. So much so that she assumed that you were tracking more than one hunter. That complicated things. By following more than one trail, your chances of catching either of them became hopelessly slim.

And right when you were about to give up hope, Cindy made another startling observation. The hunter that you were following was leading you in circles, on purpose. But it wasn’t like they were attempting to flee. From the way that she described it, it was like they were playing a game, or testing you.

You didn’t like being toyed with, but it probably said something if your target didn’t disappear as soon as they caught wind of your presence. This game went back and forth, as you tracked the hunter, and then they circled back and started tracking you. The whole thing felt a bit ridiculous, really. But Cindy seemed to be having fun with it. She was in her element. The “Hunter’s Moon”, hard at work.

—----

Eventually, the trail led you to an abandoned construction site. There was no sign of any vamps being dusted, so you were 80% sure that you’d just been led into a trap. And almost as if the universe wanted to prove your suspicions right at every turn, you heard footsteps coming from behind. Both you and Cindy turned to see a striking woman with long blonde hair tied into a ponytail, with the sides shaved down. Her facial features were soft, but her determined expression was harsh and spoke of someone who had been through many hardships in their life. She wore a dark brown cloak that was wrapped around, what you could only assume was, a bodysuit with lightweight armor padding slipped underneath.

Her gaze was sharp as she turned it on you, and then Cindy. Those brown eyes seemed to sweep across the room in an instant, taking in every detail and stowing them away for later. Your Spider-Sense wasn’t acting up, so you took comfort in the fact that she wasn’t immediately hostile towards you.
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“Why have you been following me?” she said in heavily accented English. You weren’t an expert by any means, but she sounded Russian.

What will you say?

>”I think we have similar goals. You’re killing vampires, I want to kill vampires.”
>”You do good work. Must’ve come across more than a dozen of your kill-sites on the way here.”
>”I should ask you the same. You could’ve run or taken a pot-shot at us before we even caught a whiff of you.”
>”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”
>Write-in.
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>>5204338
>>5204340
A 100+ would've allowed you to find both hunters in one night.
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>>5204555
”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”
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>>5204555
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”
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>>5204555
>”You do good work. Must’ve come across more than a dozen of your kill-sites on the way here.”
>”We were trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.”
>”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”

not sure if this one was better to find than the other one desu
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>>5204555
>”I was honestly hoping we could either team up, or exchange information on a mutual interest of ours.”
>I'm new to this business, but I know that you are new to the city. So it seems we have something that the other lacks, right?
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>>5204555
>”I should ask you the same. You could’ve run or taken a pot-shot at us before we even caught a whiff of you.”
>"Trying to cover for your friend?"
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>>5204558
>>5204562
>>5204566
>>5204571
Taking the most popular votes. Writing...
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You US based? >>5204602
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>>5204608
Yes, I live in NA. I work night shifts at my job currently, so I sleep during the day and work at night. This'll most likely change once I move in a few months, but I'm trying to make sure this quest doesn't die before then.
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>>5204611
Damn, that's gonna make things a lot less convenient for us eurofags.
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>>5204618
I'll try my best to find a good balance. I find that going to sleep early in the morning and waking up a few hours later works well for me.
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“We were honestly trying to figure out who you and your friends were. We caught multiple trails out there, and I guess we just so happened to follow yours to the end.” you explained.

She raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at that. “Friend?” she asked, right before her eyes widened in recognition. “Ah. You refer to the White One. We have met in passing, but I would not go so far as to refer to him as an ally or an acquaintance. His work is that of a butcher’s.”

You exchanged a glance with Cindy, feeling hopeful for the first time in many long hours. She seemed to be strangely excited, for some reason. “You know the other hunter?” you asked.

She gave a small nod. “I have observed him from afar, yes. He is a very peculiar individual.” she said, drawing her cloak tighter around her torso. “His fighting style, tactics and mannerisms seem to change each time I encounter him. It is a tactic that I employ rather often, but I have never seen anything quite like this. It is like he can become a completely different person in the blink of an eye.”

Cindy wrapped her fingers together and gave the woman a questioning look. She frowned in response.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I am merely interested in him…from a purely scientific perspective, of course. If possible, I would like to study him further.” she thought aloud.

“If I’m being entirely honest, I was hoping that we could either team up, or exchange information on a topic of mutual interest.” you said.

“I did not come to this concrete jungle for ‘team-ups’. I am here to slay great, and powerful beasts. Only then can I bring honor to my family name.” she proudly declared with her hands on her hips.

“What is your family name, anyway?” you asked.

She studied you for a moment, and then raised her chin and straightened her back. “Kravinoff. Anastasia Kravinoff. You would do well to remember it.” she advised.

“Alright, Ana…” you began, pretending not to notice the way her eye twitched when you called her that. “Here’s what we know so far.”

—---

Over the next several minutes, you relayed the information that Morbius gave you at the Eternal Club. You purposefully left out the fact that such a club existed, because you didn’t doubt that Ana might try to stake Morbius if she ever found out about him. Throughout the course of your retelling, she didn’t interrupt once. She simply nodded and waited for your story to reach its conclusion.

“So this…’Baroness Blood’ is the mightiest among them?” she asked.

“No. That’d be Count Dracula. I’m told that she’s pretty powerful and influential, though.” you explained.

“Then she might yet be worthy prey.”
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Cindy waved at her and held up her notepad. There, she briefly explained how neither of you were completely certain that Baroness Blood was even in the city.

“If that is the case, then I shall find out for myself.” Ana said, flapping her cape as she made a dramatic turn and started walking away from you.

It didn’t escape you notice how she didn’t share any information of her own. She was either unwilling to provide anything of substance, or she had truly just stumbled into this whole mess.

“Wait! Wouldn’t it be better to take her on together? Even great hunters need help sometimes.” you argued.

She stopped and glanced back at you over her shoulder. “What is your name?”

“I go by ‘Huntsman’, these days.” you proclaimed.

Ana scoffed and turned around completely to face you. “You? A hunter?” she said in disbelief. “What have you, an American, hunted down that wasn’t already deep-fried, packaged and processed?”

How will you respond?

>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
>”I fought a giant Tarantula, a ferocious White Tiger and a fiendish Devil-spawn with my bare hands! All in one night!”
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
>Write-in.
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>>5204611
Hope you keep this up, better than fate redux
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>>5204637
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
>"What have YOU done besides trespass in another hunter's territory and steal small game?"
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>>5204640
I appreciate all the support. So long as you guys keep coming back, I will keep writing
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>>5204637
I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
>”I fought a giant Tarantula, a ferocious White Tiger and a fiendish Devil-spawn with my bare hands! All in one night!”
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>>5204637
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”

Better underplay our achievements. Don't want to be a challenge for her right now, not while the vampires still need a-stakin'.
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>>5204637
>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”

So Moonknight is fighting vampires, probably to get his money from Dracula. I wonder what Cindy thinks of him
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>>5204651
He can't have her, she's our daughteru now.
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>>5204637
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
>"Now now, quit joking, I surely got into some problems. If you wanna know, maybe there's something in the internet..."
>If one of our phones is a modern one, try to use some data to search for some news about the Vultures battle and something linked with Doctor Connors, of course just showing the fight footage surely someone recorded.
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>>5204637
>I fought an army of metal vulture men, dueled a blind man that can see and his aprentice, magical white tiger woman, a lizard spider in the sewers, a bunch of insane, heavily armored murderers. I also fought a woman that was dressed in tarantala themed clothings, but she was so easy that it barely counts.
>And that was all in the same week I got into the hunting business.
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>>5204654
She's our ward. Moon Knight can come to our rooftop barbecues though.
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Y'know what? Changing >>5204656 to >>5204649 don't wanna start flexing and having this bootleg Kraven looking-ass behind our back
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>>5204649
Supporting this
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>>5204637
>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
and
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
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>>5204637
>”I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago.”
>”I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.”
>”Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.”
I've also escaped the IRS on multiple occasions. Let me tell you, they dont fuck around. Seriously I'm pretty sure they sent meta humans after me once.
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>>5204667
He better bring some marinated or dried meats for us to cook. Should we prepare anything? Season kabobs? Marinated chicken? Home made burger patties? Ribs?
Should we use charcoal? Apple wood? A combo of both? Will we use charcoal or propane?
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>>5204644
>>5204651
>>5204659
>>5204799
>>5205081
Taking these. Writing...

Apologies to anyone that voted for the option to be discreet in their dealings with Lady Kraven. The vote would've swung in your favor if I was able to finish the update in time. Gonna take a nap after this update so I can stay awake in between voting periods.
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>>5205082
Presumably he does have accesses to some authentic ancient Egyptian recipes. Say what you will about them but they knew how to preserve meat.
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Fuckdammit, dealing with Nasty's shit is the last thing we need right now with all these other plot threats dangling their urgency over Ben's head. It's like dealing Nick Spencer's shit all over again, except it's not even the writer's fault.
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>>5205322
Would you like a "Loose Ends" pastebin listing any unfinished business?
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>>5205323
Would probably keep things nice and tidy
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>>5205324
That depends on what you consider to be a threat.

So far, it's:

>Drago escaped, has been horribly scarred, and is plotting his revenge
>Green Goblin exists
>Tombstone was spurned
>Maria Hill has been giving you the stink eye
>Slip escaped, and is continuing to knock out power in certain sections of NY
>The mystery behind Connor's sudden transformation
>Arcade's fuckery
>Cindy's vampire problems

Some of these problems aren't as pressing as others, but will develop into problems in the future. Some of those problems can be turned into advantages if you're savvy enough
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You briefly considered boasting about your previous conquests, but then thought better of it when you realized that she just might refocus her efforts on you, instead of these vampires. She didn’t seem to be above targeting sentient creatures.

“Please, lady. I’m a New Yorker. I’ve stomped rats bigger than your head.” you said, stepping forward and pointing a finger at her.

Ana just rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Those do not count. Stomping out the life of a creature lower than yourself can only be considered cruelty. I doubt that you would have much to offer in this partnership.” she decided.

“Wait a minute. I wasn’t done listing my many impressive achievements.” you declared.

“Oh?”

“I shot down a flock of giant, man-sized Vultures about two weeks ago, AND I hunted and gutted a giant Lizard/Spider creature in the sewers a few days back.” you proclaimed.

Ana’s eyes widened slightly, but she made a deliberate effort to keep her expression neutral. “So you say. But do you have any trophies to show for these conquests of yours?”

You scratched the back of your head and struggled to recall whether you’d grabbed something from Dr. Connors other than his ID badge.

“Well no, but-”

You were quickly cut off by a sharp whistle from Cindy as she dug into her backpack, and pulled out a long, sharp tooth. It looked exactly like the ones that filled Connors mouth when you fought him.

You were about to ask her when she had the time to extract the tooth, and why she still carried it around in the first place. But during your period of stunned silence, Cindy had already flicked the tooth to Ana, who caught it effortlessly. She then turned to look up at you, and gave you a knowing wink.

She examined the tooth with great interest, most likely comparing it to those of creatures she was already familiar with. “I have never seen anything like this before. Where is the creature now?”

“Being detained. And I don’t think they’re taking visitors.” you explained.

She sighed, and relaxed a bit, her expression returning to the textbook example of stoicism that she'd worn for most of this conversation. “A pity. I would very much like to see it in person.”

“Why don’t you feast your eyes on this instead?” you said, showing her the article on your phone that summarized your public battle with the Vultures. She snatched the phone from your hand and her eyes darted from side to side as she scrolled down to read it. When she was finished, her eyes trailed back up to meet yours. There was something different about the way that she looked at you now. She was reassessing you.
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“You are a very strange man, Huntsman. With even stranger targets. Perhaps there is more to be found in this concrete jungle than I had originally thought.” she pondered aloud, before refocusing on you with a glint of excitement in her eyes. “How would you feel about a…friendly competition? What, say…tomorrow night?” she said, handing your phone back to you.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“What else? I propose…a hunt!” Ana declared, clenching her fist tightly. “We will both attack one of the dwelling places of these ‘vampires’, and between the two of us, we shall see who can take down the most prey.”

“Any rules? you asked.

“You may use whichever weapon suits your needs, and any method of subduing your target is allowed. Killing and subjugation are both acceptable. However, you must not let any of your prey escape.” she proclaimed. “Are these terms acceptable?”

What will you say?

>”Sure thing. Hope you’re prepared to lose.”
>”Sorry, but I don’t have time to play around, and I certainly don’t have to prove myself to you.”
>”So I get to use my guns, and you’re just gonna use daggers and darts and shit? Aren’t you handicapping yourself, here?”
>”We still need a referee. I don’t trust you not to lie about your kill count.”
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
>”Why don’t we sweeten the pot and wager something of value?”(Write-in.)
>Write-in.
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>>5205335
Why don’t we sweeten the pot and wager something of value?”
A date
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>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
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>>5205335
>”Sure thing. Hope you’re prepared to lose.”
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>>5205335
"I don't know, I usually hunt to assure my and my kin's survival. The point of finding you and teaming up was to increase those odds. Splitting up and doing something reckless to win a pointless wager goes against that."
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>>5205335
>>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
>”Why don’t we sweeten the pot and wager something of value?”(Write-in.)
A favor. Within reason, though, so she can't make us murder someone we like or want to keep around, for instance.
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>>5205341
>sticking your dick in the crazy
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>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
No bets!
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>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
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>>5205365
We're all a little crazy anon
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>>5205335
>”Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!”
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>>5205344
>>5205414
>>5205435
>>5205486
Writing...
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“Wow! It’s almost like this is exactly what I was trying to get you to do in the first place!” you exclaimed, earning you a flat look from Ana.

“Are all Americans this obnoxious, or is it a trait specific to you?” she asked.

“Oh, man. If you think I’m obnoxious, then you’ve clearly never been to the MoMA on a Saturday afternoon.”

The Huntress rubbed her forehead, seemingly regretting having made the offer in the first place. “Just give me your map.” she requested, holding her other hand out. You did so, and she marked the location of the vampire den, as well as the time that the competition was supposed to take place. “Here. Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Annie.” you said, and that earned you another eye twitch.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t stay long after that, and you and Cindy were left alone at the construction site. You never caught onto the trail of the “White One” again that night, so you decided to head home after taking a few detours to throw Annie off of your trail. You didn’t need her following you around when you didn’t have your mask on.

—---

After a decent night’s sleep, you woke up late and started making preparations for your outing with the Huntress. So far, you only had a few anti-vamp weapons and a rough idea of what the area around the den looked like. If you wanted a decent chance at winning this competition, then you’d probably have to do a little legwork.

You didn’t like the idea that this woman was playing games with you during such an important period in Cindy’s life, but if it guaranteed you a stalwart ally, you were willing to play along for a little while.

What will you do?(Choose 3)

>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Case the den and try to spot any tactical advantages that could be exploited.
>Craft some more anti-vamp weapons.(Write-in.)
>Head to the Library and check out the Oscorp Flash Drive.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
>Catch up on the local news. It’s always good to stay informed.
>Write-in.

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s
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>>5205541
>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Catch up on the local news. It’s always good to stay informed.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
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>>5205548
This plus call him out on the fake dagger
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>>5205541
>>Head to the Library and check out the Oscorp Flash Drive.
>Catch up on the local news. It’s always good to stay informed.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
tell Phin that we know the knife is coated
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>>5205541
>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
>Case the den and try to spot any tactical advantages that could be exploited.
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>>5205568
>>5205568
+1
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>>5205541
>>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls.
>Craft some more anti-vamp weapons.(Wood stakes)
>Deliver the Vulture suits to Phin’s shop. It’s time to cash in.
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>>5205541
>Stock up on silver from one of Morbius’ thralls
Craft some more anti-vamp weapons. fragmentation grenade with silver shards and uv flashlight
>Case the den and try to spot any tactical advantages that could be exploited.
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>>5205548
>>5205555
>>5205568
>>5205580
>>5205579
>>5205592
>>5205598
Taking the most popular votes. Writing...

>Stock up
>Deliver the Vulture suits
>Catch up on the local news
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First and foremost, you had to stock up on silver in order to expand your anti-vamp arsenal. If Morbius’ map was anything to go by, then there was a thrall relatively nearby that worked at a corner store. You should be able to make it if you hurry.

—--------

On the way there, you decided to use your Bluetooth to listen to local news reports. People were still pretty spooked about those terrorists that the Avengers have been fighting. Their frustration with the renowned hero team was reaching its peak, with almost all of the pressure being placed on Tony Stark to come up with a solution. You almost felt bad for the guy, even if he was a filthy rich asshole.

The next report was also covering an event that you had a hand in. Judging from the description that the reporter gave, you were fairly certain that Slip was still running around somewhere. And everywhere he went, the lights went out, along with anything that operated on electricity. The phenomenon was causing massive pile-ups, power grid failures and an increased amount of crime that went unpunished due to dead surveillance cameras and lack of artificial lighting.

Reed Richards actually chimed in on this one, admitting that the suit that Slip was using was actually an experimental prototype of his that went missing not too long ago. He went on to explain how it worked, but there was a lot of paraphrasing involved due to time constraints. Apparently, anyone who wore the suit was capable of freely rearranging their molecular structure by absorbing any and all available energy to power the suit. This involved any sunlight, electricity, plasma, etc.

When you broke the doohickey on the side of his belt, you probably cranked the suit’s absorbing properties up to max, making him a walking black hole for any sort of potential energy. And to top it all off, he couldn’t take the damn thing off until the suit was repaired, but you knew that the stupid kid probably didn’t know how to fix it. The only reason he could even see at all was due to the special lenses in the suit.

As bad as all this sounded, you were certain that the situation would solve itself now that the Fantastic Four was aware of the problem. Surely, they couldn’t lose to their own invention. Surely!

Putting the issue out of your mind, you were surprised to hear that the next report was about the Green Goblin, of all people! According to the reporter, Gobbie was amassing a cult following by spreading his message of anti-corporation and pro-eco sentiment. It had pretty much become a major movement that was sweeping through the city at a breakneck pace. He even had a bodyguard now. They were described as having a shield similar to Captain America’s. They also called themselves “The Green Beret” and dressed in full body armor with the Green Goblin’s color scheme. Because that wasn’t on the nose, at all!

Just more shit to worry about later, you guessed.

(Cont.)
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—-----

When you finally arrived at the corner store, you made a point of changing into your civvies before walking inside. You casually approached the clerk, offered him the secret phrase that Morbius told you about, and the heavy set Mexican man offered you a range of options to choose from.

Their selections weren’t exactly stellar, so you went with what you already knew would be useful. A 5lb bag of ice(22 Silver Bullets), and a carton of eggs(Two Silver Knives).

He wouldn’t let you open either, but he suggested that you let the bag of ice sit in the sun for a while. If every bullet was frozen like you suspected, that would probably be ideal.

>Transaction: -$8,002
>Funds: $2,015,423

—---------

After dropping the bag off at home and instructing Cindy what to do with it, you left her to her own devices and grabbed the hauled the extremely heavy Vulture tech into a truck you rented and drove down to Phin’s shop. It was only then that you were reminded just how bad New York traffic really was. You aren’t ashamed to admit that you leaned onto your car horn and cursed out more than a few drivers on your way there. Due to Slip’s malfunctioning suit, traffic was even MORE backed up than usual.

About 2 hours later, you’d finally arrived at your destination and began dragging your haul through Phin’s front door. Being the frail old man that he was, he simply watched you move back and forth with some interest. If you didn’t have enhanced spider strength, you’d probably be pretty pissed about having to do this yourself. But no, you were pissde for another reason entirely today. And you were gonna give Phin an earful about it when he least expected it.

—-------

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you asked.

Phin stopped working on the Vulture suits and glanced up at you with an annoyed look on his face.

“Excuse me?”

“I know about the ‘Vibranium Dagger’, Phin. You totally screwed me on that deal!” you exclaimed.

The Tinkerer sighed and threw his hands up in defeat. “I never said that the knife was pure vibranium. You just assumed that-”

“Don’t bullshit me! You know full well that you did that on purpose.” you shot back. “That’s still technically misinformation, and it hurts both your reputation, and the store’s reputation.”

Phin leaned back in his chair, giving you a serious glare. You held his gaze, and after about a minute, the old man relented. “Fine! What do you want?” he asked.

What will you do?

>I want another freebie. But this time, I expect full honesty.”
>”Give me a bonus when I cash in these parts.”
>”My suit could use a few upgrades.”(Write-in. Keep it within reason, and I will decide whether your favor covers the full price.)
>”I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here somewhere?”
>Write-in.
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Meant to say that there were 200 Silver Bullets in the bag of ice! My bad.
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>>5205665
>”My suit could use a few upgrades."
>"I need the lenses mirrored, preferably with silver if you can, and I need the the neck made puncture resistant."
Those are pretty modest modifications, right?
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So I've made some corrections to the Equipment pastebin. Following the advice of another anon, I've given you guys an equipment limit for when you're trying to use something in a pinch.

This is your total inventory, signifying everything of importance that you own:

>Handgun x 2
>Upgraded Hidden Gun x 1
>Electrified Web Bomb x 2
>Vibranium Dagger x 1
>Additional magazines x 2
>Lightly armored, heat resistant suit
>Thermal Lenses
>Smart watch w/Bluetooth
>Burner phone
>Silencer x 2
>Oscorp Flashdrive
>Slip’s suit component
>Garlic Pepper Pellet x 3
>Silver Knuckle Dusters

And this is the inventory that is immediately available to you when you're wearing your Spidey suit:

Inventory(12/16):

>Handgun x2
>Upgraded Hidden Gun x 1
>Electrified Web Bomb x 2(Fits into One Pouch)
>Vibranium(Coated) Dagger x 1
>Additional magazines x 2
>Burner Phone x 1
>Real Phone x 1
>Silencer x 2(Counts as 1)
>Garlic Pepper Pellet x 3(Fits into One Pouch)
>Silver Knuckle Dusters x 1

The rule goes as follows:

Any gadgets exceeding 3 in quantity will have to be put in another pouch. Further modifications can be made to give yourself more inventory space, but this is how it stands currently. Anything that isn't lightweight or small is likely to take up multiple slots.
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>>5205665
>>”I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here somewhere?”
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>>5205665
>”My suit could use a few upgrades.”(Write-in. Keep it within reason, and I will decide whether your favor covers the full price.)
Second hidden gun, with the same upgrades if possible. UV flashlight. Gas mask.

Extra bullet output is good for any situation if we can use whatever bullets we want, and the gas mask is in case someone like Moonie turns against us with their chemical warfare capabilities.

>>5205672
Bit too modest if you ask me. What would literal silvered lenses even do? Are we attacking people with our eyeballs now?
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>>5205665
>"Tell me what I could do with this..." (Show him Slip's suit component)
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>>5205685
>What would literal silvered lenses even do?
Not a big fan of Bela Lugosi, are you?
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>>5205685
>support
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>>5205685
I don't think those are suit upgrades...
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>>5205678

Oh shit, please add >>5205688 to my vote

>>5205689

Nope, I'm still in the "functional penis" stage of my life.
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>>5205694
>Nope, I'm still in the "functional penis" stage of my life.
You'll get there my friend.
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>>5205665
I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here somewhere?” also I want a freebie or I'll make your egg head into scrambled eggs.
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>>5205665
>”I want to know how to get REAL vibranium. Do you have a supplier around here
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>>5205688
+1
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>>5205685
>>5205688
>Support
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>>5205678
>>5205688 +1

Making the neck of the suit puncture resistant is also a good idea
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>>5205685
>>5205691
>>5205688
>>5205717
>>5205694
>>5205752
>>5206120
Half the update was already written, so I'm gonna finish it up now. Writing...
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“My suit could use a few upgrades.” you said, before listing out your demands one at a time. Phin listened silently and nodded until you were done.

“The UV flashlight is pretty simple. I can add it as an alternate setting to the one on your belt. As for the gas mask, I can probably install a thin film that filters out most poisons and toxins. Keep in mind that it won’t work for everything.” he explained, massaging his jaw as he spoke.

“And the gun’s gonna eat up most of your budget. I’m gonna need some money up-front for that project. The parts involved are pretty pricey.” he continued.

“That’s fine. Just give me an estimate.” you replied.

“Let’s say…give me 5K and we’re square.”

“5K!? You’re supposed to be doing me a favor!”

“I am!” Phin exclaimed, slamming his hands down onto the table. “Do you have any idea how expensive vibranium is?”

You shook your head slowly.

“11K a gram! For a gram!” he shouted. “If I charged you full price for something made of pure vibranium, you’d have to sell your blood, hair, bone marrow and all your organs 100 times over just to afford it!”

Phin rose from his chair in a rush, poking a boney finger into your chest. He was practically fuming at this point. “So don’t go telling me that I screwed you over, because the price I gave you for it was a fucking steal!”

You honestly didn’t have anything to say in response to that. You knew Phin was technically right, and if it weren’t for the knife, you would’ve never made it out of the sewers alive when you went to rescue Callisto. But you didn’t want him to know that.

After a minute, and several calming breaths, Phin sat back down in his chair and started to examine the upgrades that Prowler made to your Hidden Gun.

“One more thing.” you said, and you could already see that Phin was trying his best not to look at you. “Tell me what I can do with this…”

When Phin looked up to see the device that you held in your hand, his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull. You allowed him to take it from you, and he was so careful in his movements that you thought he truly expected the thing to fall apart with the slightest provocation. His jaw was working the air, opening and closing wordlessly as his talented mind reeled from the shock.

“W-where in the blazes did you get this…?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

“Took it off some kid when he was trying to rob me. Apparently, it belonged to an experimental suit that Reed Richards made.” you explained.

He looked at you in alarm, then. “The one from the news!?”

“Yeah! That’s the one!” you confirmed. “Think you can make it work for me?”

Phin swallowed hard and placed the device down on the table in front of him. “I’ll…see what I can do.” he promised.

(Cont.)
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You nodded and left him to his own devices. Quite literally.

—----

A couple of hours later, you were back to find him drawing up what looked like holographic schematics for your potential upgrades. He was manipulating the fine lines with his slender, wrinkled fingers, but he stopped working once he noticed you coming in.

“Ah, Benny! You came at just the right moment!” he said cheerfully, clearly having forgotten your earlier spat. “I’ve discovered a few ways that the component can be used for your benefit. But first, I must explain a few things to you.”

He gestured for you to sit down across from him, and you did so.

“As Richards detailed in his interview, this component finely tunes the absorbing properties of the suit. Without it, the user is likely running around sucking up any and all forms of available energy. If he ever learned how to control it, it would become almost impossible for anyone to contain him.” he explained.

“How so?”

“He can manipulate his molecular structure like Mr. Fantastic, absorb and refract light like the Invisible Woman, become as sturdy and dense as The Thing, and redirect energy like the Human Torch. With enough knowledge and self discipline, the little thief could become a one man army all on his own.”

That’s…actually a terrifying thought. Especially since you’re the one that sent him packing. You started to wonder what the likelihood of him coming back for revenge would be.

“Okay…” you muttered, sitting up in your chair. “What does this have to do with me?”

“I’m giving you options. I can simulate any of these effects for you, with limited success and functionality. But you can only pick one.” he said, waving the component in your face. “And, I’ll have to wire the component into your suit directly, so that will take some time.”

You squinted at him. “What’re my options, exactly?”

A mischievous grin touched his lips as leaned in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Who’s your favorite member of the first family? How would you like to do what they do?”

How will you answer?

>”Mr. Fantastic”: Slightly increase the range of your strikes by stretching your limbs momentarily. This effect cannot be maintained for more than a second.
>”Invisible Woman”: Absorb all incoming light for 4 seconds and render yourself temporarily invisible to the naked eye.
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
>”The Thing”: Temporarily increase your density to improve your durability for 4 seconds.
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>>5206198
>”The Thing”: Temporarily increase your density to improve your durability for 4 seconds.
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>>5206198
>”Mr. Fantastic”: Slightly increase the range of your strikes by stretching your limbs momentarily. This effect cannot be maintained for more than a second.
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>>5206198
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
A miniature cannon. Awsome.
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>>5206198
Ohhhhhh, shit, it's Owen. Fuck, did we seriously become enemies with that guy? What's next, we give The Sentry a wedgie? Fuckballs!

Okay, right, the vote.

>”The Thing”: Temporarily increase your density to improve your durability for 4 seconds.

Also, what's the cooldown on this thing?
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>>5206198
Human torch
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>>5206206
It's more like an AoE that bursts forth from your body.

>>5206207
I have yet to make my final decision on the cooldowns for these abilities, but here's where I'm at currently:

>Mr. Fantastic: Thrice per day.
>Invisible Woman: Twice per day
>Human Torch: Once per day.
>The Thing: Once per day.

The cooldowns on these are ranked by their raw game-changing potential and the energy that it uses from the component.
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>>5206211
Thanks for the info. In that case I'm changing my vote >>5206207 here to

>”Invisible Woman”: Absorb all incoming light for 4 seconds and render yourself temporarily invisible to the naked eye.
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>>5206198
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
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>>5206198
>”Human Torch”: Store energy from your Mark of Kaine for 4 seconds and release it in a massive explosion.
Guys what do you think about doing something nice for Phin? I didn't expect him to blow up like he did about the vibranium thing.
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>>5206231
We are gonna pay him, that's nice. And he's already over it.
Also, I thought we were gonna kill less to get on Matt's good side, isn't the torch upgrade a bit counterproductive. We could be a literal daddy long legs instead.
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>>5206231
We just did. You think he didn't make himself a blueprint of the Reed Richards original we just handed him? He should be sucking our dick right now.

>>5206233
Yeah, as underwhelming as being able to slightly stretch 3 times a day for 4 seconds sounds, it's still way better than a power that releases enough uncontrollable energy to destroy buildings, kill nearby allies and swarm the place with glowies almost immediately whenever it is used. It makes no sense to take it now that thread 1 firmly established us as not being on a murderous path.
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>>5206237
>>5206233
FIIIIIIIIIINE

>>5206198
changing my dumb vote from >>5206231 to
>”Mr. Fantastic”: Slightly increase the range of your strikes by stretching your limbs momentarily. This effect cannot be maintained for more than a second.
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>>5206240
Spineless
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>>5206241
Thinking about it, the Mr. Fantastic upgrade should work in the bedroom too, yes?
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>>5206242
We're already at 10 inches and 6 inch girth. We don't need anymore
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>>5206241
There are literally no scenarios where not being super durable or turning invisible isn't preferrable to us literally exploding considering our characterization and MO right now.

If we'd killed the Vulture, and/or if we hadn't voted to associate with SHIELD, I'd totally vote for it so we can go kamikaze Tombstone, Silvermane, and any other gang consisting mostly of non-invincibles, probably entering and exiting rapidly through the sewers with help from Callisto, but it's over now, and it would be a retarded story with an inconsistent protag and heroic theme if we did that right now.

>>5206242
For 12 seconds a day, yes. Also, shame on you for reminding me of Chris Evans' joke from that horrible movie.
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>>5206249
Holy flames of fire to purge all. You are unclean heathen.
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>>5206253
You are basically the reason people rarely ever do quests anymore, you know that?
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>>5206255
Richard's is the lamest guy with the lamest powers. We'd be better off with invisibility. Not stretchy arms.
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>>5206261
That's literally what I voted for. I'm literally the only one who voted for that.
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>>5206262
Well looks like neither of us get what we want
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>>5206263
No, your retarded vote is actually winning right now.
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>>5206266
Cool
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>>5206233
>>5206237
Yeah, Phin's slick like that. His customers literally can't stop him from memorizing whatever he's working on and trying to replicate it later. The stretching might seem underwhelming, but being able to catch someone off-guard by suddenly extending your range can be super useful in a fight. No one would ever see it coming the first time you whip it out.

Plus, I couldn't think of anything else "Mr. Fantastic-like" that wouldn't make Ben's powerset absolutely ridiculous

As for the killing thing, that's entirely up to you guys. It might sound weird as the guy who's writing for Ben, but I'm very excited to see his development over the course of his career. Since this is a CYOA story, it's literally a mystery to me as of right now!

>>5206244
And yes, Ben's ability to sling pipe borders on the supernatural

>>5206262
I honestly thought invisibility was gonna be more popular

>>5206206
>>5206208
>>5206215
Looks like "Human Torch" won the vote. Writing...
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M-Muh phasing...
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>>5206273
Remember we can still get more mutations.
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>>5206273
Never forget...
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Time to barbecue some folks.
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>>5206272
can we go back to Phils shop and change it to one of the other settings whenever we want?
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>>5206291
No, he hardwired that shit into your suit. It's stuck on the one setting. Now, if you wanted to get another suit and pay him to create another "Slip component" so he can install it in that one...
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>>5206292
Slip suits for everyone! Invisible Cindy moon!
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>>5206293
Keep in mind that it would be much more expensive next time, because Phin would have to recreate it from scratch with his own materials, instead of retrofitting an already existing component
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>>5206294
Time for a crime spree! Also we got gypped on the diamond price if it was as large as was described.
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>>5206294
Can we explicitly ask him how much? Because it occurs to me that there are a whole lot of spider species to name suits after and a whole lot of ideas floating in my head.

I guess widow and tarantula are taken, but there's the harvestman with the long legs, wolf spiders who are known for their speed and agility, brown recluses that can kill grown men with their venom, orb weavers who specialize in trapping their prey with web, diving bell spiders who are adapted to live underwater, trapdoor spiders great at burrowing, building and ambushing, and jumping spiders who... jump.

We need at least two suits if we're to keep up this Spider-Man/Huntsman charade for any appreciable amount of time anyway, and there were multiple dope ass ideas for suits in thread one. Why would we ever pick just one? Crime should be fun!

(it is with great reluctance that I link to you this relevant pinterest page: https://www.pinterest.com/stryperman/alternate-spidey-suits/)
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You shrugged. “I always thought that the Human Torch was pretty cool. Why?”

After Phin explained what his plans were, your jaw dropped. You were more than eager to let him work on your suit for a few more hours. In the meantime, you decided to kill time by grabbing a bite to eat in a Vietnamese restaurant. It was only then that you realized just how quiet things were without Cindy around.

Okay, that was a stupid thought, but your heart was in the right place. Without Flint, Vic, Pete, or Cindy, you were once again reduced to a life of solitude. It really hadn’t bothered you this much until you moved in with your sister. Maybe you were starting to get soft.

Yeah, that had to be it.

—----

By the time you’d come back, Phin was just putting the finishing touches on your suit. He assured you that the resulting explosion wouldn’t burn you or damage your suit, but he did go through the effort of replacing your pouches with a more heat resistant material.

You thanked him and asked him what you owed him for the job, but he just shook his head and said that he’d take his cut out of your profits. When you inquired further, he went on to explain that he’d also finished calculating the price that he was willing to pay you for the equipment. And you nearly fainted, right then and there…

—----

Transaction: $32,000,000
Funds: $34,010,423

After you started hugging Phin and forcing him to dance a happy jig with you, you were promptly kicked out of his shop with your new gear and a suitcase full of money in hand. There was absolutely no way to seem inconspicuous when you were hauling as much cash as you were right now.

You were on Cloud 9. At the top of the world! In fact, the only thing preventing you from skipping all the way home like a giddy schoolgirl was your ability to web-swing. It certainly saved you some embarrassment, and a bunch of time avoiding mid-day traffic.

—----

When you got home, you were greeted by an excited Cindy Moon, who was now holding a soggy bag full of water and silver bullets. You tossed the bag aside, and forced her to start dancing with you, in Phin’s place. The two of you were so busy celebrating that you forgot to inform Felicia and Prowler of your financial success. You still owed them a cut of the proceeds, and then some. If you didn't have prior arrangements, you totally would've taken Cindy out for ice cream.

But as night rolled around, you and Cindy finished your preparations and headed out to meet with Annie, instead. You were now much more confident about your chances of impressing her tonight.

—----

(Cont.)
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The three of you met at what you could only describe as a large scale crematorium with some sort of stone watchtower built alongside it. The roof was flat, but the building took up an impressive amount of space on this property. You couldn’t tell if there was anything terribly suspicious going on inside, because there weren’t any lights on, and your thermal vision couldn’t pick anything up from this range. Did vampires even have body heat?

“Be prepared, Huntsman.” Annie said over the phone. “We shall begin our attack in 15 minutes. I wish you good fortune in your endeavors.”

“Likewise, Annie.” you replied.

Your only response was an audible groan from the other end of the line.

Alright. How’re you gonna play this?

>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
>Swing around like an idiot to attract a massive amount of attention, and blow them all up when they get too close.
>Follow Anastasia and steal her kills at every given opportunity.
>Herd them into Annie’s path with your UV flashlight and Electrified Web Bombs.
>Write-in.

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s
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>>5206320
>>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
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>>5206320
>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
We leave the explosion for the finale, but if we're meant to be voting for the whole hunt at once, then also
>Swing around like an idiot to attract a massive amount of attention, and blow them all up when they get too close.
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>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
We leave the explosion for when the midboss vampire shows up.
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>>5206320
>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
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>>5206312
I'll figure it out sometime later. Sounds like you wanna go the Batman route and have a bunch of different suits for different scenarios. You're more than welcome to, but first, you've gotta get this second secret identity off the ground. There are, in fact, multiple ways to fool Maria Hill into thinking that your two identities are separate people. You just need to find out what they are and make it look convincing.
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>>5206320
>Herd them into Annie’s path with your UV flashlight and Electrified Web Bombs.
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>>5206320
>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
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>>5206323
>>5206330
>>5206328
>>5206334
I usually don't call the roll order this quickly, but I desperately need a nap.

>Roll 1d100, bo3!

I'll update when I wake up again.
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5206339
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5206339
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Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5206332
Hmm. We know of one potential shapeshifter and one guy who can do hardlight holograms, but neither are in our contacts right now. Only other thing I can think of right now is to give Phin a web fluid sample and hope he can put together a "web-shooter" of sorts so a trusted accomplice or some sort of machinized decoy Huntsman can use it while we go be Spidey somewhere else.
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>>5206341
Savior
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>>5206341
>>5206341
Halleluia.
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How long did Ben 10 quest last?
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>>5206320
>Go in quietly and pop as many vamps as you can without getting caught.
Oh damn, I missed the vote. I would have gone for invisibility, or the invincibility, they were the most useful ones as either utility or a panic button.
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Qm go to bed?
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>>5206341
god like
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>>5206436
There are 48 threads with a chance Qm will go back to it
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>>5206624
That's like 28 years
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>>5206340
>>5206341
>>5206343
Gonna start writing in a minute. Ended up sleeping a bit longer than I expected to
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We need to do more shit with our money besides personal investment. We have the money to start a criminal empire, after this vampire business we have to start buying more tangible things besides suit and combat upgrades.

We could buy a house for our sister, get our own proper house, a base of operations, people that work under us, more warehouses, start setting up illegal ways to make money.

We have the foundations right now to start working at taking out the big guys.
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>>5206683
Have any good dreams?
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>>5206696
Better to not invest in a house for Vic, so she won't get in trouble with the police.
We can give her money and help though.
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>>5206696
Real estate is the key to money personal experience talking. For us though
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>>5206696
Maybe we should make some really good papers and maybe have some constant money flow with some legit business.

First we need to make sure this money is somewhat clean, find a good house in a really good area with a nice school to take Cindy, maybe try and see the scope of the gangs in the city and know where are we going to set. Y'know? Maybe we could buy those warehouse and use them legit, with maybe some under the table business for the crime bosses so they can sneak some of their illegal goods and reunions.
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>>5206696
30+ mil means we can do at least a little a bit in the way of personal investment before we start doing business.

I'd say getting us a place Cindy would feel at home at might come before business. We should be able to afford a mid-sized house that looks shabby but way nicer on the inside, with guest rooms, a workshop for Pete, a gym for us and Cindy, some security, and ideally a rooftop you can have a killer barbecue on.

After that I'd say we try to see how cool these Morlocks are with the idea of guiding smugglers through the sewers in exchange for way better living conditions down there.
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>>5206745
I just looked up what "personal investment" means, and as it turns out I'm retarded and you shouldn't listen to me.
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>>5206697
Probably, but at this point I can't remember any of it!

Just had to get a haircut and take a shower real quick. NOW I'm ready to write
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>96

Carefully, you attached the silencers to your pistols and slipped them back into their holsters.

“Keep a lookout, Cindy. Remember to phone in if you see anything weird happening.” you said. The little girl responded by giving you a thumbs up, extending her pinky and then rotating her wrist back and forth.

You nodded and lept from your perch, becoming fully immersed in your role as “The Huntsman”.

Thanks to your superior speed and agility, you were able to move quickly and quietly across the lawn without alerting anyone or lingering for too long. You circled around the left side of the building, scaled the wall with ease and encountered a locked window.

Not wanting to take the time to carefully slip the latch, you sprayed a thick layer of webbing over the glass and shoved your fist straight through it. Due to the webbing holding each shard of glass in place, this action caused very little noise. It more or less sounded like someone tearing open a bag of popcorn. But even that was probably loud enough to attract a vampire’s attention.

Pushing your hand through, you reached up and slipped the latch, allowing you to open the window with relative ease. You quickly crawled through, closed the window with your foot and webbed the opening shut. It wasn’t even two minutes before you heard someone approaching to investigate the sound.

You slowed your breathing, in hopes that most vamps couldn’t hear heartbeats or something, and clung to the ceiling as you activated your thermal vision. Within seconds, a humanoid figure entered the room and was now glancing around the room. His body temperature was far lower than normal, which was to be expected. He didn’t even get a chance to look in your direction before you descended on a webline, lined up the muzzle of your gun with the back of his head and fired a silver bullet through his head and into the mass of thick webbing clinging to the shattered glass, muffling the sound.

One down.

—---

The next hour or so felt like it had slowed to a crawl as you skulked through the gloomy interior of the crematorium. You started out by picking off vamps and webbing them to the ceiling. That worked for a while, but eventually, the black ichor that flowed through their cold, dead veins started to pool onto the ground, alerting the others to your presence.

And so, you decided to use your speed and superhuman reflexes to get the job done. You’d drop down on them, and clear out the room before anyone knew what was happening. At this point, it was very clear that your cover had been blown, but by holding onto the silencers, they had trouble pinning down your exact location. You were also certain that Annie was clearing them out in another part of the building, if all the hissing and howling was any indication.

(Cont.)
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Once you were satisfied with your kill count(and comfortable with your lead), you let the remaining vamps head over to where your competitor was fighting. Instead of joining her, you started checking body bags and cremators. And just as you suspected, the pale little bastards were using the metal chambers like coffins. Whenever you pulled them out, their eyes would fly open and they’d bare their fangs. But that’s about as far as they got before you buried a silver dagger into their chests.

Sure, you found a decent amount of human bodies drained of all their blood in those bags, but more often than not, you found an undead minion that didn’t quite like the cold feeling of their metal coffins. You figured that this could probably be considered as a sleeping bag or a bedroll for a vampire.

This ended up working for a weird amount of time, until eventually, the metal latches on the crematory chambers started flying off the hinges as a horde of vampires awoke in a panic.

You immediately swapped to your pistols again and started putting them down before they could get their bearings. Not a single shot was wasted, and you found that you were far more fatal than any of these deadheads could ever hope to be. It was a cold comfort to know that you hadn’t lost your touch.

After the room was clear, you reloaded both guns and moved on to another part of the crematory to repeat the process. Whilst Anastasia seemed to revel in the thrill of the hunt and the heat of battle, you were skulking around in the shadows and putting down any unexpecting vamps that had yet to join the battle.

At some point, you came to realize that the floor was clear and that you needed to descend deeper into this hellhole. A large part of you didn’t want to explore any further. Not out of fear, but out of the contempt that you felt for these creatures. You’ve seen some pretty gut-wrenching stuff on the way here, and you could only assume that it’ll get much worse as you head into the basement.

Suddenly, a hand landed on your shoulder, and you spun on your heels to see Anastasia standing behind you, soaked head to toe in blood, ash and some other gross stuff that you couldn’t quite identify past the mild description of “viscera”. She had a look of tranquility as she brushed your guns aside with her hand and polearm. Her long weapon appeared to be a wooden spear with a sharpened point at the back of it, and a lethal silver blade at the top.

“What are you waiting for? Are we going down, or not?” she asked impatiently.

“Yeah. I was just mentally preparing myself.” you whispered.

Annie nodded approvingly and switched her weapon to her other hand. “I have to admit, I was skeptical about entrusting my back to you, at first.” she admitted.

“No, really? But you hid it so well.” you teased.

(Cont.)
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Seemingly not picking up on your sarcasm, she continued. “But you have proven me wrong. You are clearly much more competent than I gave you credit for. You are a magnificent hunter, Huntsman of New York.”

What will you say?

>”Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”
>”I guess you weren’t so bad, yourself. You were a magnificent decoy.”
>”Do you think I can get that in writing? I’m gonna hang that on my fridge when I get home.”
>”You're only saying that because you know you're gonna lose our little competition. Don't worry, I'll try not to gloat...much."
>Write-in.
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>>5206845
>>”Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”
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>>5206845
>>”Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”
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>>5206845
>>”Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”
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>>5206845
>”Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”
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>>5206845
>Write-in.
Pick her pocket.
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>>5206845
Cпacибo любви, вы caми нe тaк yж плoхи. Этoт кpacный цвeт дeйcтвитeльнo выявляeт вaши глaзa.
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>>5206845
>"Y-you too."
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>>5206845
>>”Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”
also call her by her full first name if we get to a more serious situation, whatever we find downstairs
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>>5207458
Better that we keep to a nickname given how information spreads like fucking life on this city.
She may not be our friend just yet, but I'd hate to hear about her getting eaten by vampires just because her name got out.
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>>5207706
call her by /her/ full first name, "Anastasia", which she has given us freely
I meant that she's clearly annoyed by it, and when emotions are high we shouldn't bother her.

while I'm fine with teasing allies in general, we should know when not to do it as well.
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>>5206846
>>5206848
>>5206859
>>5206891
Writing...
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You blinked at her. “Man, you really lay it on thick with the insults and compliments. No half measures with you, huh?”

She used the back of her hand to wipe the blood away from her mouth as she gave you a rare smirk. “The world would be better off without them, no? If people simply said what they meant and acted on their impulses, I think everyone would be much happier that way.” she said, sounding a bit wistful as she expressed her idea.

You were inclined to disagree, since people were inherently selfish, and that kind of lifestyle would lead the world to absolute anarchy. However, you didn’t feel like getting into any arguments right now. Especially with someone who was covered in blood and held a rather sharp looking spear.

You simply nodded and gestured at the door, letting her know that you were ready. It didn’t take any prodding at all for her to open the door and go in ahead of you. The two of you descended into the basement with your weapons drawn, ready to put down anything that moved.

The first thing you noticed was the smell. You were surprised that you could smell it, even through the filter in your mask. There was a pungent odor permeating the air, and it reminded you of what you smelled when you entered Morbius’ club. Someone was carving up bodies down here, and you were in no mood to see someone’s corpse being mutilated. But lucky for you, there was no light down here, so you were unable to see anything that you might regret seeing.

However, that also meant that you wouldn’t be able to see if something attacked you down here.

Suddenly, an idea struck you, and you flipped a switch on your belt. A bright, UV light shone out through your belt, illuminating the room and Ana’s back in the process. You rotated slowly, seeing bodies strung about the floor and hung onto meat hooks like pigs. Your stomach turned at the sight of them, and you tried to keep your light on them for as brief a time as possible. And that’s when you saw the clawed hand slipping behind one of the carcasses, just before your light could touch it directly. You quickly whipped the light back, only to see the corpse swinging on the hook slightly.

“Did you-!”

“Yes.” Annie answered easily, her eyes darting around suspiciously.

You swung around and focused your light around multiple points in the dark room, hoping to get a better look at whatever it was darting around the basement. But whatever it was, you could never get a clear look at-

UP! LOOK UP! LOOK OUT!

(Cont.)
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It was less of a warning, and more of a feeling that you felt with absolute certainty. You pushed Anastasia out of the way and jumped back just in time to avoid being pounced on by the thing that was stalking you. The thing you saw crouching down next to you was a snarling, impish creature dressed in a purple spandex suit with bat-like wings underneath its arms and large ears woven into the mask. Its appearance matched the description that Morbius gave you for Baron Blood, so you could only assume that this was him right now.

He was on you in the blink of an eye, ending your train of thought right then and there. His skin sizzled and burned under the power of your flashlight, but he didn’t seem to be slowing down at all.

What will you do?

>Toss out your Electrified Web Bombs and hope that you catch him with them!
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.
>Fill him up with silver bullets!
>Clean his clock with your Silver Knuckle Dusters.
>Write-in.

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s
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>>5207811
Is he still closing the distance or is he already within arm's reach?
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>>5207811
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.
that's like throwing shards of glass down someone's throat in vampire terms.
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>>5207817
He's got supernatural speed, so he's almost within arms reach. If it weren't for your Spider Sense, then he would've been directly on top of you.
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>>5207825
Gotcha. May as well use that speed to our advantage then.
>>5207811
>Clean his clock with your Silver Knuckle Dusters.
I hope he's stupid enough to have his jaw open so we can knock it right out of its socket.
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>>5207811
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.
>Clean his clock with your Silver Knuckle Dusters.

Spider-fists are probably stronger than bullets
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>>5207811
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.
Wario tactics.
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>>5207811
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.
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>>5207811
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.
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>>5207823
>>5207828
>>5207829
>>5207830
>>5207842
Roll 1d100+10, bo3!
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Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5207844
DIE FOUL CREATURE
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Rolled 94 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5207844
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Rolled 95 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5207811
if we pushed Ana away and he jumped inbetween us, than anything we fire, if he dodges and we get unlucky, we hit her.

>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet into his open mouth.

>>5207845
>>5207846
nat 1 now
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>>5207847
>>5207846
>>5207845
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>>5207847
>nat 1 now
I failed, HARD
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Man, these poor vampires just can't get a fucking break.
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>>5207858
Ben Parker? More like Ben Van Helsing. I'm calling it.
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Ana be like >pic related
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>>5207845
>>5207846
>>5207847
>Double crits
Our boy might genuinely have a future in vampire slaying. Writing...
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>>5207845
>>5207846
>>5207847
Now those are big numbers
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>>5207868
Double soft crits, but crits none the less.
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>>5207868
we shot it into his windpipe and he's literally joking to death on a garlic pellet before we can have an epic fight, won't he?
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>105!
>M-M-M-MAXIMUM SPIDER!

Before he could get any closer, you raised both hands and fired your Hidden Guns, unleashing a pair of twin Garlic Pepper Pellets aimed right at his open mouth. His eyes went wide as he tried to cover his face or change direction. Ironically, closing his mouth never occurred to him.

Unable to stop his momentum, your target and your projectiles flew right into each other, and Baron Blood immediately flew into a violent coughing fit. It sounded like he was quite literally hacking up a lung. Smoke began to pour from his mouth, and black ichor spilled onto the ground beneath his feet as his eyes watered.

In his distress, he failed to notice Ana creeping up behind him. A silver blade erupted from his chest as she jammed her weapon through his back, and the Baron screeched so loudly that you thought your ears would bleed.

He raised his arms, but before he could do anything else, you aimed both pistols at his head and began emptying your clip. Your silver bullets didn’t penetrate his skin, so much as they pulverized his flesh with each impact. Once your guns were dry, you could see that half his face had been blown away, exposing bone and raw tendons underneath. Ana held him in place the entire time, twisting her spear to deepen the wound in his abdomen.

His lidless, bloodshot eye stared at you with unfiltered hatred, but you didn’t hesitate to fire an additional Garlic Pepper Pellet into his eye socket. It stuck with an audible “squish”, and you immediately followed up by firing a silver bullet from your other Hidden Gun.

The projectile shattered the pellet, pierced his skull and came back out the other side as the burning fumes from your pellet boiled his brain. He twitched violently after that, followed by a fit of unintelligible gurgling as his brains oozed out of the orifices on his face like soup. But a few seconds later, he stopped moving entirely.

As Anastasia pried it off of her weapon, you had already reloaded your guns and placed them back into their holsters. “Well, that wasn’t so bad.” you casually remarked, trying to force your heart to slow down.

Ana’s gaze shifted to you then, and her eyes flashed with an emotion that you didn't quite recognize. There was something primal in that look she gave you.

“What? Have I got something on my face? Is it vampire guts?”

She dropped her weapon and approached you intently. When she got close enough, she removed her gloves and reached for your face. You took a step back, instinctually, wondering why your Spider-Sense hadn’t gone off. She was obviously going to throttle you!

“Look. If this is about me splattering his brains all over you, you have to admit, you were absolutely drenched in blood before we came down here.” you said quickly, almost tripping over a severed arm.

But before you could say anything more, she rolled your mask up, and tenderly touched your face with her calloused hands. And then, she leaned in to kiss you.
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>>5207861
More like... VEN Helsing? Eh? Eh? Oh come on, it's a good one!
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To say the least, you froze up completely. Your eyes went wide as she pried your mouth open and wrestled your tongue into submission with her own. It was passionate, unexpected and very confusing. What the hell was happening!?

What will you do?

>Return the kiss and embrace her.
>”Hold up. Don’t you think we should at least move to a different room? This underground slaughterhouse doesn’t exactly scream ‘romance’.”
>”Is this my prize for winning the bet?”
>"Cindy's waiting for me outside. Maybe we can put a pin in this for later?"
>Push her away. “Let’s keep things professional, huh.”
>Write-in.
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>>5207926
>Return the kiss and embrace her.
It's our duty as a parker to be a professional manwhore
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>>5207926
oh yeah, I did get rapey vibes off her
never stick your dick, or tongue, in crazy
>gently push her away and tell her that you still need to be sure that the den is clear, and afterwards let her down to keep things professional
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>>5207926
>Return the kiss and embrace her
At least for some seconds, then
>"Cindy's waiting for me outside. Maybe we can put a pin in this for later?"
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>>5207926
>Anastasia, we have a job finish, and as much as a fight gets the blood going, I would rather not be covered in it. How about we have a dinner and a spar another time?
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>>5207926
>Return the kiss and embrace her.
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>>5207926
>gently push her away and tell her that you still need to be sure that the den is clear, and afterwards let her down to keep things professional
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>>5207926
>>"Cindy's waiting for me outside. Maybe we can put a pin in this for later?"
and
>>5207939
+1
we still need to give that spider-dick a test drive
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>>5207926
Enjoy it while it lasts and once she's done kindly remind her that there might be more bloodsuckers here and once we're done checking the place we can continue on somewhere else.
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Spider-Man, Spider-Man,
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look Out!
Here comes the Spider-Man.

Is he strong?
Listen bud,
He's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there
There goes the Spider-Man.

In the chill of night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man
Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
Wealth and fame
He's ignored
Action is his reward.

To him, life is a great big bang up
Wherever there's a hang up
You'll find the Spider-Man.
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>>5207926
>"Cindy's waiting for me outside. Maybe we can put a pin in this for later?"
>Hand her the number to your Huntsman phone
Can't leave Cindy waiting, but Benny would TOTALLY be down
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>>5207953
I'm more partial to the '96 theme, but that one's a classic.
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>>5207926
>"Cindy's waiting for me outside. Maybe we can put a pin in this for later?"

I don't give a rat's ass what the char sheet says about responsibility, the younglings take priority at all times. We don't have the time to get drained while Cindy could be getting drained another way right now!
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>>5207946
>we still need to give that spider-dick a test drive
>>5207962
>Benny would TOTALLY be down
These guys get it - Benny doesn't strike me as the type of guy who'd pass up a decent fling with someone so obviously DTF, even if he isn't a womanizing bastard either.

>>5207926
>Return the kiss and embrace her.
Just don't be weird about it - girl's all about her impulses anyway, so if it's more than that we can talk about it after a quickie.
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Did we furnish our new warehouse yet?
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>>5207926
>Return the kiss and embrace her.
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>>5207977
>Benny doesn't strike me as the type of guy who'd pass up a decent fling with someone so obviously DTF
Correct.
She's a young athletic huntress who takes the initiative when it presents itself.
If that doesn't do anything for you, you just be gay. And Ben Parker is straight as a fucking arrow I tell ya.
That said, this can wait until we have all our shit settled for the night.
I don't want Cindy to get ambushed because we were in some bush.
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>>5207981
I don't remember that we did. Maybe it's something roman style, some beds to sleep and that's all, but apparently there's a TV and maybe some videogames from the update when we asked Prowler and BC to hang out
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>>5208004
We need to spend some of our millions on the place then
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>>5207977
>>5208000
You guys are crazy. Pussy's for fags, everyone knows that. Real men build awesome hi-tech suits and supervillain lairs.
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>>5208023
I want bean bags in our lair, they are comfy
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>>5207977
It's not because she isn't hot, it's time and place.
Cindy is the big target of the vampire group we are hunting, and one of their lieutenents was here.
That's why I offered a spar and dinner later, get her in the mood when we aren't busy.
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>>5208027
I want a La z boy
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>>5208027
>>5208031
Recliner for Benny, beanbag for Cindy, and a sandbox for Flint.
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>>5208035
How about a hammock?
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Pshh not turning Cindy into a twitch streamer. >>5208035
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>>5208038
Whatever keeps the sand contained.
It's coarse and rough and irritating.
And it gets EVERYWHERE.
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>>5208043
Well, atleast Flint can get closer to Felicia.
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>>5208049
He might be into it
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>>5207932
>>5207936
>>5207943
>>5207977
>>5207997
5 for returning the kiss.

>>5207936
>>5207939
>>5207946
>>5207962
>>5207968
5 for putting it off until later.

One vote encompasses both sentiments, so I'll more or less try to combine them. Writing...
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>>5208035
>sandbox for Flint
We should actually do this when showing him the place for the first time, just for shits and giggles.

And also figure out how to do a barbeque on a warehouse roof.
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>>5208051
Hey, at least our boy isn't scared of pussy. That's a rarity with quests nowadays.
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>>5208063
>implying pussy isn't on par with galactus
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>>5208061
>And also figure out how to do a barbeque on a warehouse roof.
It should be relatively easy to get a grill, table, cooler, and boom-box up there.
Then we just bring beer and meat.
None of that cheap shit you get at the supermarket though, I'm talking grade A cuts from an old-school butcher.
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>>5208066
With the amount of lives it's taken, I'm pretty sure Galactus pales in comparison to pussy.
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>>5208067
As long as we have Miller high life all is good
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>>5207926
>>"Cindy's waiting for me outside. Maybe we can put a pin in this for later?"
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>>5208067
I was imagining the warehouse with a thin-looking slant roof on a long and empty building, like the warehouses I usually see out there, but then I googled what warehouses look like in NY specifically and yeah, we should be okay.

>>5208070
Pleb tastes, American beer literally tastes worse than the piss of a guy who drank German or Irish an hour ago, and those aren't even as good as that good Belgian shit we should be getting.
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>>5208086
Let me let you in on a little secret about American beer.
We all know it tastes like shit. We don't drink it because it tastes good.
We drink it for two reasons.
>1. It's cheap as fuck
>2. It can still get you drunk.
That's it.
When we want to enjoy the drinks themselves, we just get actual liquor.
American beer is for partying on a budget.
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>>5208086
Dude it's a BBQ on a roof not some gourmet shit
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>>5208089
But good beer is good though. And it goes well with barbeque. You're the one ranting about good quality meat, why jew out on the beer?

Although we probably should at least grab a few bottles of Jameson, just in case we have the proportional alcohol tolerance of a spider now.
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>>5208086
>Belgian beer drinker
Patrician taste detected
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Trappist beers only then
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>>5208093
Hey, fair enough. We got the money to splurge on some good beer.
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it's not like we're short on cash
we can totally host our own beer sampling event, inviting all our friends
winning beer has to be sokovian or something other fictional, as to not start beer wars here
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>>5208102
Asgardian mead
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For a few, fleeting minutes, you gave in to those carnal desires welling up inside you. You returned the kiss, leaning into her and appreciating the warmth of her skin, the feel of her well-toned body and curvaceous figure.

She grabbed the back of your head with one hand and pulled you closer as she devoured you. You felt a pinch as she squeezed your ass, and you thought that it was only fair that you return the favor. With all her armor, it was pretty much the softest thing that you had immediate access to, so you took the time to grab a handful. A shiver ran down her spine, then, and she moaned slightly.

Her hands started roaming elsewhere, caressing your chest and massaging your muscular arms. When those same hands started drifting lower and below the belt, your mind nearly went blank. Despite the gore, viscera and carnage surrounding you in this room, you wanted nothing more than to tear her clothes off right then and there.

But…and it was a VERY WELL-TONED BUTT…you couldn’t. Not here. Not now, with Cindy waiting for you outside. There are vampires running around trying to kill her, and you have a responsibility to protect her until you can figure out a way to keep her safe.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from Anastasia, and she nearly took your lower lip along with her as she nibbled on it. You nearly smiled when you saw the pout on her face.

“What is wrong? You…do not want-?”

“NO!” you blurted out almost immediately. Her hand was quite literally on your groan a second ago, so you didn’t doubt that she could feel how much you wanted this. “I do. Trust me…I really do. But Cindy, that little girl, is waiting for me outside, and I can’t leave her out there while we fool around down here.” you explained. “Is it okay if we put a pin in this until later? When we’re done clearing out vamps and making sure that the area is secure?”

Ana was clearly disappointed by your decision, but she wasn’t without reason. She nodded, bent to pick up her weapon and readjusted her armor. “Very well. Lead the way.” she said, pointing to the stairs with the tip of her spear.

You shook your head. “You go on ahead. I’ll be right behind you.”

She shrugged and turned to climb the steps. She stopped when she reached Baron Blood’s corpse, however, and bent to tear the mangled mask from his head, before stuffing it into a bag and continuing up the steps. You regretted the fact that she had neglected to wear her cloak tonight. It meant that you had a perfect view of the tight, spandex clad ass that had been in your hands mere moments ago. That made it much more difficult for you to get lil’ Benny to calm down.

“I really hate this responsibility shit…” you muttered once you were alone in the dark room.

—---------

(Cont.)
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After checking the rest of the crematorium, you could safely say that there weren’t more than 3 or 4 vamps that’d been cowering a corner somewhere or attempting to escape. Any that actually made it outside were swiftly ambushed by Cindy. You were glad that you’d given her that Silver Knife before you went in, but seeing her covered in blood and gutting vamps like pigs wasn’t exactly a welcoming sight. She was casual in her slaughter. It looked practiced, as if she had no emotional connection whatsoever to the fanged menaces beyond contempt.

It wasn’t something that you thought a kid should be used to. What exactly were her parents teaching her down in that bunker?

When you saw a few vamps still squirming, you banished the thought from your mind and went over to help her put them down.

Once you were certain that they were all dead, you relayed the events of your hunt to Cindy. She grinned wickedly now as she crossed “Baron Blood” off of her list. That left Snowsnake and Baroness Blood. Hopefully, there weren’t any more high ranking vampires lurking around.

“Congratulations, Huntsman.” Anastasia announced, placing her spear on her back. “You have proven yourself more than deserving of your name. You should be proud. Being recognized by a Kravinoff is a high honor granted to very few.”

You gave her a needlessly extravagant bow, and she scoffed. Cindy giggled, and you could see a small grin teasing the corner of Anastasia’s lips.

“I only wish I could have seen the little one fight. She has the heart of a warrior. I can see it in her eyes.” she said, pointing at Cindy, which made her blush slightly.

What will you say to her before she leaves?

>”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>”We’ve got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”
>”We should go out to celebrate. Who wants steak?”
>”Be careful out there, Ms. Kravinaw…Kravinova? You know what? I’m just gonna call you Kraven. Cool?”
>Write-in.
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>>5208107
>”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>”We’ve got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”
>”We should go out to celebrate. Who wants steak?”
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>>5208103
There's an idea. Just need to befriend Beta Ray Bill
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>>5208109
+1
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>>5208107
Ms. Kravinaw…Kravinova? You know what? I’m just gonna call you Kraven. Cool?”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>”We’ve got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”
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>>5208107
>”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>”We’ve got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”

Maybe we should at least pretend we remember her name.

>>5208102
You should see the catering 616 Emma Frost has access to nowadays, serving up giant unicorns from space and grapes raised in an actual hell or some shit. It's ridiculous, and we should aim to surpass it.
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>>5208107
This too>>5208109
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>>5208109
+1 supportarino
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>>5208107
>”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>”We’ve got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”
>>We can always have a spar, I even know the place where we could make cash while doing it.
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>>5208107
@Being recognized by a Kravinoff is a high honor granted to very few.”
>"I'll put it in my resume"

>”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>"Because, we're one down, two to go. We still have, what you'd consider worthy prey."
>"And warrior she may be, but I will still have to enforce bedtimes one of these days"
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>>5208107
I'd also like to ask about the White One she mentioned there >>5204635
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>>5208107
>”Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.”
>”We’ve got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”
>”We should go out to celebrate. Who wants steak?”
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>>5208109
+1
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>>5208107
>>5208109 +1
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>>5208109
>support
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>>5208109
>>5208124
>>5208128
>>5208129
>>5208154
>>5208126
>>5209000
>>5209037
Writing...
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“You got a phone?” you asked.

She nodded, as if it should have been obvious. You didn’t know what to expect from someone that ran around at night with a spear.

“Here’s my number. We should do this again sometime.” you suggested. “We’ve still got a bunch of other vampire dens to search through later. We’d appreciate your help if you’re open to the idea.”

>You've gained Anastasia Kravinoff as a contact!

Anastasia beat her chest proudly. “I would fight by your side, Huntsman. So long as these monsters continue making nests, I suspect that we will be crossing paths fairly often.”

You tried to take comfort in that promise, but you couldn’t afford to fight vampires all year round without coming up with a solid way of stomping them out all at once. You have a business to start and a life to live.

But then again, you scored a major victory by taking out one of the major players on the board. You should try to remain positive.

“We should celebrate. Who wants steak?” you asked. Cindy raised her hand immediately, and you started to ask her if she had any places that she liked to eat at. She gave you a puzzled look, and you forced yourself to remember that she hadn’t gotten out much before her parents died.

Thankfully, Annie’s sudden laughter saved you from an awkward explanation. “You wish to eat meat at a commercialized restaurant?” she asked.

“What else did you have in mind?”

She grinned at you, and gestured for you to follow her.

—------

The next hour and a half consisted of you swinging around to gather a list of supplies for your rooftop cookout. Apparently, Ana had brought several pounds of imported meat with her when she crossed over to the States.

You thought to ask where she’d been keeping the meat, but the thought slipped your mind when she nearly slapped you after you made a joke about grilling with propane. Apparently, she didn’t have King of the Hill wherever it was that she grew up. After that harrowing experience, you decided to grab a mixture of wood chips and charcoal. You were pretty sure that she’d appreciate the wood chips more, but you thought that it was better to be safe than sorry.

On the way out, you grabbed some lighter fluid and pretended that you didn’t see Cindy sneaking several candy bars into your basket. It was better than her getting caught shoplifting, after all.

When you went back to the predetermined meeting spot, you were pleased to find that Anastasia had already procured a grill and the aforementioned meat. It was still in the bag, and swimming with blood. Considering the night you just had and the amount of bloodthirsty vamps that you had to put down, you found it strange how the sight of the rare steak made your stomach growl.

In fact, you were so preoccupied with staring at the food that you’d barely noticed how clean Anastasia looked now.
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—------

After cleaning and seasoning the steaks, you ignited the wood chips within the grill and savored the sound and smell of sizzling meat. According to Annie, your reward for winning the competition was being granted the honor of cooking the meat from an animal that she’d hunted personally. She reassured you that there were no toxins or drugs used in the beast’s subjugation.

“How do you ladies like your steaks?” you asked while gently poking at them.

Anastasia grinned wolfishly at you. “Cook it with a flashlight.”

“Yes, ma’am!” you enthusiastically replied. “What about you, Cindy?”

She took a moment to scribble in her notepad and turned it around to show you.

“Well done!?”

She nodded readily. You exchanged a horrified glance with Ana and shook your head at the young girl. “There’s no way I’m letting you eat a burnt slab of charcoal.” you declared.

Cindy then wrote out an explanation that brought everything into focus. Her parents never let her eat anything that wasn’t burnt to a crisp. They said it would “give her parasites”.

You just turned and shook your head mournfully. “Poor kid…”

—-------

Being the magnificent chef that you are, the steaks came out perfectly. Annie said that it was “passable”, but judging from the way that she continued to eat, you decided that she was just trying to keep you humble.

No, most of your complaints came from Cindy, who had gotten a steak that was cooked medium rare, instead of into a pile of ash. After she took a bite, however, she quickly changed her tone. It was amusing to watch her struggle to bite into the chewy slab of meat with only her teeth.

Things only got sweeter from there, when Anastasia busted out a bottle of fancy red wine that she’d been saving for a special occasion. Except, instead of being inside of a ritzy restaurant, you were dining on top of an office building, without a roof to cover your heads.

You left the grill’s fire to burn, using it as a bonfire to keep yourselves warm on this chilly night. You and Ana had fur built into your costumes, but Cindy had no such protection. You pulled her close to you when she tried to suppress a shiver.

What will you say?

>”I saw you take the Baron’s mask. Is that enough to bring honor to your family?”
>”I don’t think it’s fair that you got to take a shower while we had to run errands.”
>”Have you seriously never eaten at a restaurant before? Is your family rich, or just too prideful?”
>”I’m surprised that you brought an actual grill instead of chopping a couple of trees down in Central Park.”
>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
>Write-in.
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>>5209136
>>”I’m surprised that you brought an actual grill instead of chopping a couple of trees down in Central Park.”
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>>5209136
>>”Have you seriously never eaten at a restaurant before? Is your family rich, or just too prideful?”
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>>5209136
>>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
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>>5209136
>”I saw you take the Baron’s mask. Is that enough to bring honor to your family?”
>”I’m surprised that you brought an actual grill instead of chopping a couple of trees down in Central Park.”
>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
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>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
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>>5209136
>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
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>>5209136
>”I’m surprised that you brought an actual grill instead of chopping a couple of trees down in Central Park.”
>Write-in.
Eventually admit that this is way better than a restaurant though.

>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
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>>5209136
>"Passable, hmm? I wouldn't mind picking up a thing or two."
>"I wouldn't even mind providing you with the quality meat."
spider. dick. test drive.
>"But first I need a shower and get the little one to a warm bed."
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>>5209136
>”I saw you take the Baron’s mask. Is that enough to bring honor to your family?”
>”What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?”
>Now that we are safe and sound, I think we should continue where we left off.
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>>5209169
>I wouldn't even mind providing you with the quality meat
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>>5209176
home grown, baby
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>>5209136
Should we tell her that the Baron we killed was probably a fake, and the original one is dead? This Baron is weaker than the original or so we've been told.
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>>5209169
I'll back this too, just for the quality joke, but we tuck Cindy into bed first.
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>>5209140
>>5209145
>>5209152
>>5209157
>>5209161
Writing and combining...

>>5209169
>>5209176
Not gonna lie, part of me wanted to include this
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>>5209227
it's a late write-in people didn't have the time to support
but you have to do what you think makes for a fun quest
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>>5209227
>>5209233
I voted for it too. Embrace Puns.
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>>5209242
That's not how puns work, anon...
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>>5209249
Don't deny spider dick, its a real trip.
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>>5209242
it's a double entendre where the meaning is open to interpretation.
a pun uses similar sounding words, homophones, to create a joke
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“I’m honestly surprised that you brought an actual grill instead of chopping down a couple of trees in Central Park.” you casually remarked.

She smiled slightly as she sipped her wine. “What can I say? I am a modern, forward-thinking woman.”

“Oh, yeah. I hear that all the Instagram models are wearing spears on their backs these days. They’re all the rage!”

She stared at you for a long moment before looking away and swishing her drink back and forth.

“I don’t know what that is, and I won’t pretend to. BUT, I am almost certain that it is a waste of time.” she finally said with a raised finger.

“Yup. Just your average, everyday modern woman.” you joked.

She scoffed in reply. “Please. A Kravinoff is anything but ‘average’.” she said while looking down. Her expression had grown sullen all of a sudden. “At least, they’re supposed to be...”

A heavy silence fell over the group, then, and you remembered that Cindy couldn’t be relied on to spice up a conversation in any situation. So, you tried to change the topic.

“What’re your plans after we take out all the vampires?” you asked.

She looked up at you, and her expression softened a bit. “I will remain here for a time. My father wishes for me to look into something. Officially, this is my ‘main reason’ for coming here.” she explained. “But until that is done, I will breathe your stagnant air and run through your concrete jungle.”

Cindy surprised you by asking where Anastasia had been sleeping until now. Annie nodded and ran a gloved finger over the rim of her glass. “The park, mainly.” she said easily. “When your authorities are not bothering me, I am content to relax there with the other nomads.”

“You mean homeless people.” you corrected.

She shook her head. “No. They are nomads. Explorers. Adventurers. People who have lived interesting and colorful lives. The stories that they tell when you stop to listen…they are incredible.” she said, sounding a bit wistful now.

When you asked her to tell you a few of them, she became excited all of a sudden. The next few hours passed with Anastasia retelling events of the past. Some you knew and remembered with decent clarity, and others were tales that went unreported and uninvestigated by the authorities and media outlets.

Cindy listened with rapt attention, apparently having been cut off from civilization by her overbearing parents. It was honestly a magical moment for the both of you. To hear tales of the city that you loved, seen through fresh eyes and heard by virgin ears. It gave you a new appreciation for the things that you normally take for granted.

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Eventually, your little warrior fell asleep, and you rolled her up in a blanket and sat her up in her lawn chair. You glanced at Anastasia, and your eyes met then. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light of the makeshift bonfire, and it was only then that you were reminded she couldn’t see yours.

She gazed at you expectantly, rubbing her thumb over the empty wine glass.

What will you say/do?

>”Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
>”Thanks for the steaks, but we’ve actually got to turn in for the night.”
>”Tell me another story. I like hearing them.”
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>Write-in.
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>>5209287
>>”Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
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>>5209287
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
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Let me know if you guys think that I'm spending too much time on these little moments. I like to slow things down and let people appreciate the little things in between all the action. Especially since Ben doesn't really have much a social life in his line of work.

>>5209233
I would've waited a while longer, but I wanted to update before I took my nap for the day.

Going a bit off topic, I was thinking that I'd start referring to threads as volumes and give them their own titles like:

>Vol 1: The Looming of Vultures!
or
>Vol 2: Stakes and Steaks!

Just to give it more of a comic book feel
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>>5209287
>”Thanks for the steaks, but we’ve actually got to turn in for the night.”

>>5209294
I'm not the biggest fan of romance but YMMV.

Your naming sense is great and you should totally do it.
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>>5209287
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>”Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
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>>5209311
>>5209291
What the Warehouse? We cant take her back to Vics.
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>>5209287
Okay, if we have to stick our dick in crazy...
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>"Remember you telling me to act on impulses? But I'll have you know I'm not looking for romance."
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>>5209287
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
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>>5209287
>”Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>Get Cindy to bed.
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>>5209287
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>Get Cindy inside before you head out.
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>>5209287
>”Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>Get Cindy to her room before we do the deed
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>>5209287
>”Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.”
>Lean in to kiss her, and see where the night takes you from there.
>Get Cindy to her room before we do the deed
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Sorry about the delays, guys. My day was a whole lot busier than I anticipated. I'll try my best to update tomorrow, if possible
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>>5209714
Its cool, good night.
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>>5209714
I'm writing about this in my diary, OP.
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>>5209294
I like the little moments that let us flesh out our characters personality instead of moveset
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>>5209291
>>5209292
>>5209311
>>5209326
>>5209329
>>5209492
>>5209604
>>5209611
Writing...
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You leaned in, then, closing your eyes as you saw her meeting you halfway. Your lips met, and her warmth was somehow greater than that of the dwindling flame beside you. Like before, her kiss was a hungry one, and you met it with equal fervor and enthusiasm.

She began to undo her clothing, but you placed a hand over hers to stop her. At first, she gave you a frustrated expression, likely thinking that you were trying to lead her on again.

“Wanna come back to my place? I promise it’s more comfortable than the park.” you offered.

Her expression softened then, and you could see a teasing smile return to her lips. “That remains to be seen.” she whispered.

—--

While she worked on cleaning up the evidence of your cookout, you scooped Cindy up in your arms and shook her awake. It was practically impossible to swing back to the warehouse without startling her, so you figured that you’d wake her now and prevent the heart attack.

You told Anastasia to follow you as best as she could, and to your surprise, she was more or less able to keep up with you. The speed and agility that she displayed during your journey was clearly superhuman, and it made you wish that you could’ve seen her fight off that army of vampires back in that crematorium. It was like watching a fierce jungle cat leap from tree to tree, nimble and graceful as can be.

When you finally arrived, you wasted no time in tucking Cindy in for the night and dragging Annie further inside. She gave your home an assessing glance as she tossed her cloak aside, before returning her gaze to you.

“What do you think?” you asked. “Roomy, huh?”

“I suppose I have lived in worse conditions.” she said with a shrug. “At least there are no mosquitos.”

“But you still haven’t even seen the bed.” you argued. “It’s pretty new, so I thought maybe we could…break it in a bit.”

Anastasia gave you a coquettish grin as she looked you up and down. “That is perhaps the best suggestion you’ve had all night.”

You took her by the hand and led her towards your bedroom. Before you let her in, though, you made sure that the room was suitably clean, or at least clean enough that it wouldn’t serve to distract your lady friend. But right as you were about to give her the all clear, the words got stuck in your throat when you saw Anastasia’s naked figure entering the room.

Her discarded clothes littered the floor outside, and she gave you a knowing smile as you drank in her form. She was muscular, but not so much that it would be unappealing. Those rock hard muscles did nothing to hide her curves or the soft complexion of her supple skin. And while it might have been covered by scars and scratches alike, you felt that it didn’t subtract from her beauty.

(Cont.)
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“You were taking too long.” she complained.

“Whoa…” you muttered.

Anastasia rolled her eyes and approached you, her hips swaying enticingly. “Why do you still have your clothes on? Would you like help removing them?” she asked. And without waiting for an answer, the huntress began stripping you of your gear and your clothing.

When she started to roll up your mask, you grabbed her hands to stop her. “Not the mask. That stays on.” you stated firmly.

“Very well.” she said, not minding one way or the other. Then, she placed her hand on your chest and pushed you onto the bed with a firm shove. “But I get to be on top.” she declared, mounting you without difficulty.

“We’ll see about that…!” you shot back, but you were quickly cut off by a passionate kiss.

The rest of that night consisted of you and Anastasia literally wrestling for dominance. Even though you were getting used to her usual intensity, you weren’t prepared for her to ride you like an animal. She was an absolute beast in bed, and in that moment, you were endlessly grateful for your spider-enhanced durability. It was honestly a miracle that you didn’t wake Cindy, or the whole neighborhood.

—----

Hours later, you were covered in sweat and basking in the afterglow of what you’d just done. Anastasia was equally sweaty, and clinging to you like a mama bear does her cubs. She was apparently a hugger, and you had no problems with that.

It was the morning after that worried you. Would she think that you were dating now? Should you get up early to make her breakfast? Was she going to show up uninvited to your pad now that you’d slept together?

But all these worries were quickly blown away when your phone started buzzing. Your real one. You tried to reach for it on the nightstand, but Anastasia just moaned and pulled you closer.

Eventually, you gave up and reeled the phone in with a webline. It was from Vic. At this hour?

“Hey, Vic. What’s up?” you asked groggily. “Is it Peter, again?”

“Ben? I need your help!” she said in a hushed tone. She sounded frantic.

You sat up then, not caring whether Annie protested or not. “What’s going on?”

“Someone’s in the house! Peter’s with her, and she’s just…walking around the house. I think she’s looking for me!” she explained, struggling to keep her breathing under control. “Oh, God! She's got swords...! Pleasepleaseplease come back here!”

“I’m on my way!” you promised, before hanging up and jumping out of bed. You quickly threw on your suit and scrambled to find all your usual weapons and gadgets that had gotten thrown around the room.

“What is happening?” Anastasia asked.

You paused for a moment and just looked at her, trying to figure out what you would do with her.

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”I might need your help. You still good for a late night hunt?”
>”Hey, this might seem kinda rude and sudden, but…do you think you could see yourself out?”
>”Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep.”
>Ignore her. You don't have time for this shit.
>Write-in.

(If you wish to wake up Cindy, it's best to add it in your vote.)
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>>5210488
>”I might need your help. You still good for a late night hunt?”
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>>5210485

I hope we don't have the proportional baby-making ability of a spider. They uh, kinda have a lot per fertilization.

>>5210488

>Write-in.
Literally just tell her that your sister's in trouble so you gotta dash, and that you'll call later as you're getting dressed.

Then head over to Vic's at 120% speed, rocket boosts and all.
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>>5210488
>Family emergency. Not to be rude but if you want to keep it casual now is the time to head out.
If she does decide to split therm just ask if we're still on for tonight. Just make it clear we have to get moving NOW
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>>5210488
>”I might need your help. You still good for a late night hunt?”
>Wake up Cindy and give her the broad strokes before you head out.
If Cindy wants to follow, she can, but either way she should at least be aware of what's going on.
Also, anybody mind picking up that phone?
BECAUSE I FUCKING CALLED IT!
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>>5210493
>Then head over to Vic's at 120% speed, rocket boosts and all.
This, literal beeline. Buildings and bystanders be damned.
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>>5210488
>”I might need your help. You still good for a late night hunt?”
I feel vindicated for proposing to vampire proof Vic's house twice.
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>>5210488
>”I might need your help. You still good for a late night hunt?”
>"My sister and nephew are being mugged by some nut with swords in their house"
>Then head over to Vic's at 120% speed, rocket boosts and all.
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>>5210501
I will support waking up Cindy, anon that also was right.
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>>5210515
+1
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>Literally just tell her that your sister's in trouble so you gotta dash, and that you'll call later as you're getting dressed.

Then head over to Vic's at 120% speed, rocket boosts and all.
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Finally finished reading the first thread. Very excited to catch up here so I can start actually voting in what happens. Scorekeeper you have got me incredibly invested and that's coming from somebody who only has a passing interest and maybe surface level knowledge from reading wikis on Marvel
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Just caught up with this quest, very promising. Do you read the Petra threads on /co/, OP? Some ideas seem familiar, though I’m not sure how much of that is simply because they’re both Marvel fanfics.
>>5210493
Support. We move as the crow flies, no horseshit distractions like corners or obstacles.
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>>5210492
>>5210501
>>5210503
>>5210511
>>5210515
>>5210516
>>5210517
Writing...

>>5210522
Glad you're enjoying the story so far, anons! I won't beat you over the head with jargon or references, and I'll try to keep things as accessible to new readers as possible. Meta knowledge certainly helps, but it can also lead you to make assumptions!

>>5210541
Are those the Honeybee threads? I've glanced at them every now and again, but I haven't borrowed any ideas.
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>>5210522
You can just pirate them and buy them later if you like. The 2018 volume of The Amazing Spiderman in particular is both full of based moments and relatively free of Marvel's tie-in shenanigans... Relatively.
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>>5210501
+1
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>>5210548
Yeah, those are the ones. They started getting a little convoluted as of late, unfortunately, and I haven’t bothered keeping up much.
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>>5210553
So long as Pete and MJ are a thing, all is right in the world.
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>>5210568
ure waifu a shit, she-venam bset gril
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>>5210572
I know I voted to sling some radioactive spider dick Annie's way, but there is such a thing as too crazy.
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Coming to a decision, you finally said: “I might need your help. You still up for a late night hunt?”

She threw off the covers and leapt out of bed. You tossed some of her clothes her way as you explained the situation further. You left out any compromising details, but you started to wonder how much it would actually matter once you got there. For a smart woman like her, she’d probably be able to put the pieces together eventually. But you’d deal with that later. Right now, you had to get to Vic’s house before that wackjob slices her up!

You woke up Cindy when you passed her bed on the way out. She listened to your brief explanation with bleary eyes, and once she’d gotten the gist of it, she threw on her shoes and jacket, grabbed her bo-staff and gave you a determined nod. She still looked tired, but you appreciated her support nonetheless.

—-----------

To say that you wasted no time in traveling to Vic’s house would be an understatement. You made Cindy travel with Annie, since you were blasting your way through New York in an effort to gain as much speed and momentum as you possibly could without passing out. You couldn’t conceive of holding back or slowing down at this very moment, so you thought that it was the best option for both of their safety.

Sometimes this meant that you literally had to smash through buildings and deface a few structures, but you didn’t care. None of that mattered. Your family was in danger, and it was all your fault! You just hoped that you could make it in time.

—---------

You didn’t slow down until you were getting close to your sister’s house. The neighborhood seemed quiet. More quiet than it should if there’d been a violent break-in mere minutes ago.

That was, until, a piercing screech filled the air, and your Spider-Sense warned you just in time to avoid what looked like a giant fucking bat swooping down from above! Its blood red eyes burned with rage as it bared its needle-like fangs.

“Whoa!”

Its razor sharp claws missed your throat by mere inches, and it quickly circled back for another pass. But before it could get close enough, a long, wooden spear with a silver tip flew in from behind and pierced its chest.

The beast screamed in agony as it flew away from you.

“Go!” screamed Anastasia as she and Cindy pursued the beast. “We’ll keep it busy!”

You nodded and made for Vic’s front door. You hoped that there weren’t many other surprises waiting for you.

You swung onto the porch, pulled out your pistols and kicked the door in, fully prepared to blast the living shit out of anything that wasn’t directly related to you. What you saw before you in the living room made your blood freeze.

(Cont.)
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Sitting on the couch, in between your nephew and your sister, was a tall, slender figure with long white hair. She wore a white and red kimono, an oni mask with a similar color scheme, and had two katanas resting by her legs. They were all staring at a broken TV that was displaying nothing but static. Only the white woman’s head turned to greet you as you entered. And she did so far too slowly.

Her oni mask had an angry expression that resembled a snake preparing to strike. Given all the evidence, you thought it was safe to assume that this was “Snowsnake”.

As she rose from her seat, you stepped inside to get a better look at her hostages. Their eyes seemed glazed over, like they were in a trance of some sort. Is that something that vampires were able to do? If so, why hadn’t any of them tried it with you?

So many questions were swirling around in your head, but all of them died when you saw the woman draw her swords simultaneously and level them at both Vic and Pete’s throats.

“Fucking coward…!” you spat.

Snowsnake tilted her head to the left, and then violently jerked it to the right. Without warning, both of them got up and walked towards the back of the room. She wanted you to come inside. And it didn’t look like she was willing to give up her hostages so easily. You had no choice but to fight. And you had to do it without hitting either your sister or your nephew.

That meant that your electrified web bombs were out of the question. How would you get past those swords of hers? Your guns were the only advantage that you held in this matchup, and she’s trying to take that away by using your family as living shields.

What will you do?

>Turn on your Ultraviolet flashlight to blind her.
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet at her!
>Maintain a safe distance and shoot her legs out.
>Get in close and clobber her with your Silver Knuckle Dusters!
>Write-in.

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

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

Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s
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>>5210593
These leeches will die screaming!
>>5210599
>Fire webs at the bitch, and cover the door
>Get close like we're going to fight with the knuckle dusters
>Use the whole fucking couch and beat her ass out the window like a baseball.
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>>5210599
>Turn on your Ultraviolet flashlight to blind her.
While shes blinded
>Get in close and clobber her with your Silver Knuckle Dusters! Try and get her away from Pete and vick.
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>>5210610
+1
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>>5210610
Support. Let’s hope her mask doesn’t have special lenses or something.
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>>5210593
>she’d probably be able to put the pieces together eventually
Yeah, this is why I didn't want her to come even though it was obviously Snowsnake

>>5210610
This.

In fact, try to get her clear of the building and our allies so we can utilize codename Allahu Ackbar if need be.
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>>5210599
>Turn on your Ultraviolet flashlight to blind her.
>Maintain a safe distance and shoot her legs out.
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>>5210599
>Get in close and clobber her with your Silver Knuckle Dusters!

Best quest evar
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>>5210610
>>5210613
>>5210627
>>5210630
Roll 1d100, bo3!
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>5210642
SATAN, PRESERVE MY ANUS
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>>5210599
>Turn on your Ultraviolet flashlight to blind her.
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet at her!

Maximum debuff prior to engaging in close quarters with the 300 year old samurai who specializes in close combat. Neither the pellet nor the uv light can possibly hurt our family, so using them as shields wont help.
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Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>5210642
maximum spider?
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5210642
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>>5210649
With this I still want to beat her with a couch.
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>>5210649
Nice
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>>5210649
Should we add "Toretto" to Benny's list of honorary names?
Because we sure don't fuck around when it comes to FAMILY.
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>>5210644
>>5210649
Triple dubs, nice
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>>5210649
we argentata now
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>>5210644
>>5210648
>>5210649
Checked. Writing...
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>>5210649
I hope we grabbed the TV and started to use it like a flail
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>>5210675
Just remember that we're paying for everything we break while we go medieval on this bitch.
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>99

As quick as you could manage, you lowered your hands and activated the UV light on your belt. A purple version of your usual Spider Signal flooded the room, forcing Snowsnake to cover her eyes. She cowered before the light and hissed at you as smoke rose from her body.

You took the opportunity to lunge at her, putting away your pistols and pulling out your Silver Knuckle Dusters. But right when you were rearing back for the punch, Snowsnake glanced up and tilted her katanas at such an angle that they’d reflect the light back into your eyes.

Momentarily blinded by your own attack, you quickly shut your eyes. An action that you regretted almost immediately after you’d done it. You were sure that the 300 year old vampire would cut you in half, right then and there.

But then…you felt something. Somehow, you knew exactly where she would attack. The exact pathing of her blade as it sliced through the air and its exact trajectory in relation to your throat.

Without the use of your eyes, you twisted in mid-air to avoid it, before landing behind her on the wall beneath the stairwell. You leapt at her again, catching her off-guard as your fist smashed into her ornamental mask, shattering a sizable portion of it in one strike.

Snowsnake slid backwards, shaking her head to clear it. But by the time she’d managed to refocus her attention on you, you were already slamming the flatscreen on top of her head.

-$1,999.99

The force of the blow brought her to her knees just long enough for you to snag the refrigerator with a webline and whip it in her direction. Snowsnake moved her arm to swat the appliance away, but the sheer weight of the fridge seemed to the bones in her left arm.

-$1,498.00

Snowsnake tried to glare at you through the hole in her mask. You could just barely make out a predatory eye narrowing in frustration…and then widening immediately when she saw the massive couch flying at her!

-$3,269.99

Victoria’s newly bought sofa crashed into Snowsnake’s chest, sending her flying out through the front door and taking a hefty chunk of the whole house with it. You couldn’t calculate the damage for that, so you’d have to just play it by ear.

You ran outside to follow her, and she was already back on her feet. You heard some very disturbing cracking noises coming from her left arm, and you were mildly surprised to see that it had already healed. On the bright side, though, she seemed to have dropped one of her swords, and she was no longer holding your loved ones hostage.

Now, you were free to fight her without holding back!

Snowsnake rolled her neck a few times, and then brought her remaining sword up to eye level as she gripped it with both hands. Neither of you moved. It was a showdown so intense that you could only compare it to the old westerns that your Dad loves to watch. Except, instead of a tumbleweed blowing by, you could see Cindy and Ana struggling with a man-sized bat.

(Cont.)
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What will you do?

>Toss an Electrified Web Bomb at her.
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet.
>Get in close and activate your Slip Component!
>Attach your Silver Knife to a webline and whip it at her.
>Load her up with silver bullets!
>Pick up her lost sword and cut her to ribbons!
>Write-in.

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>>5210697
>Toss an Electrified Web Bomb at her.
>Load her up with silver bullets!
The Baroness blood better have some good loot in her main hideout
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>>5210696
>>Toss an Electrified Web Bomb at her.
and when she tries to dodge that.
>Attach your Silver Knife to a web line and whip it at her.
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>>5210696
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet.
>Get in close and activate your Slip Component!
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>>5210697
>Pick up her lost sword and cut her to >Toss an Electrified Web Bomb at her.
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>>5210697
>>Attach your Silver Knife to a webline and whip it at her.
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>>5210697
>Fire a Garlic Pepper Pellet in her face
>Toss an Electrified Web Bomb at her.
>Grab a lamp post and swing for the fences.
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>>5210700
>>5210706
Stop that, she's a ninja vampire, that is just going to make us lose our knife.
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>>5210697
>Load her up with silver bullets!
WELCOME TO AMERICA.
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>>5210697
>>Load her up with silver bullets!
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>>5210711
that's what the net's for.
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>>5210699
>>5210700
>>5210706
>>5210710
>>5210712
>>5210719
And the winners are:

>Toss an Electrified Web Bomb at her.
and
>Load her up with silver bullets!

Roll 1d100, bo3!
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5210731
Fail
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>>5210739
Damnit.
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Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>5210731
nat 1
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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5210731
nat 1
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Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5210731
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Man, us, the man-spider'd lizard, and now man-bats? If that last one isn't just vampire BS then we should probably look into all this beast man hybrid fuckery; one's an incident and two's coincidence, but three's a goddamn pattern. Hell, if you count Connors as two, you straight up have enough for a warrant!
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>>5210779
Maybe the real beast is man?
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>>5210780
Or maybe, AND JUST MAYBE, the real monsters are the friends we make along
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>>5210746
>>5210752
>>5210753
Writing...
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>>5210739
Oh wait. You too
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>>5210800
How did you miss the first roll?
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>>5210798
>>5210800
>>5210806
this really be a bruh moment
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>>5210806
>>5210809
Just kind of, uhh, came back, sat down in my chair, scrolled all the way down, saw three rolls and was like: "Aight cool"
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>79

You were the first to move, reaching into a your utility belt and tossing out a Electrified Web Bomb. Snowsnake reacted by trying to slice it in half. And she succeeded in doing so, but she wasn’t able to escape the tangle of webbing that escaped the spherical projectile as soon as it made contact with air.

Whatever she had done to damage the device, however, seemed to lower its effectiveness in shocking its target. She looked less bothered by the electricity and more so by the webs that had ensnared her arms and hair.

Not caring about the finer details, you drew your pistols and started to fire upon her. Each and every one hit their target. Some penetrated her body completely, but most got stuck part way through. To her credit, she didn’t cry out in pain or convulse like normal people did when they got shot. She kinda just…ignored it while she cut herself free.

Despite being covered in bullet holes and losing massive amounts of blood, her speed didn’t seem to take a hit at all. When she moved, it was a blur. You were barely able to track her with your guns, even with your astounding reflexes. She was so fast, in fact, that you were pretty sure she was leaving actual after-images!

Now, whenever one of your shots was supposed to hit her, she just parried it with her blade and kept running. By the time you’d emptied your clips and moved to reload, you started to notice the bloody, crushed silver bullets that now littered the floor. Snowsnake was actually digging the bullets out! Wasn’t this shit supposed to be lethal to vamps!?

Once you finished reloading, Snowsnake momentarily slowed her movement in order to turn and reorient herself. You were about to fire, when…there was a woman behind her. She wasn’t there before. You were sure of it.

It must’ve come as a surprise to Snowsnake too, because she quickly turned around, only to find a…metal cross pointed at her chest?

The woman’s fingers moved ever so slightly, and Snowsnake suddenly had a gaping hole in her chest and back. Chunks of what you could only assume was her spine flew out as she hit the floor, twitching and bleeding profusely.

“Phew! This one heals quickly!” said the woman in a distinct French accent. “Judging by the state of her, she must only be alive due to sheer force of will at this point. That was quite an impressive display from you.” she continued, giving you a light round of applause.

Not wanting to take any chances, you trained your guns on her, only to have her throw her hands up in surrender.

“I mean you no harm, Monsieur! Your bullets would be far better spent on her than me, non?” she asked, gesturing at Snowsnake. “She will be regenerating shortly.”

(Cont.)
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Keeping one of your guns trained on the French woman, you slowly approached Snowsnake. When you were right over her, you aimed for the opening in her mask and emptied your clip into her face. At some point, she stopped moving entirely, and the French woman nodded in approval.

“Very good, sir. You have the makings of a vampire slayer, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah? And who are you supposed to be?” you asked, not able to take the edge out of your voice.

“Oh! Pardon, Monsieur. How rude of me.” she said, giving you a light bow. She took a step towards you, entering the range of a nearby streetlight and you finally got a good look at her.

She was tall, slender and had dark brown, curly hair dangling past her shoulders. She wore a black bodysuit with the symbol of a large, red cross across her chest and stretching down to where her belly-button should be.

“My name is Louise. I am a member of the Nightguard. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” she said with a bow and a curtsy. When she lifted the edges of her cloak, she revealed an assortment of weapons and gadgets that looked both simple and deadly as hell. Stakes, hand-grenades...a giant fuck-all laser rifle on her back? Why didn't she just use that one instead!?

“I am here to invite you to the Midnight Mission.” Louise declared, pulling out a folded piece of paper and offering it to you.

What will you do?

>”Sorry, lady. I don’t have time to learn about the ‘good news’.”
>”Hold up. Run it back. What’s a ‘Nightguard’, and what the hell is a ‘Midnight Mission?’”
>”Is that a, uh…Cross Pistol? Does that actually work?”
>”If you were here, you should’ve come out to help earlier! I've got two girls over there getting chased by a giant mutant bat!”
>”You wouldn’t know how to vampire-proof a house, would you?”
>”A little young to be killing vampires, aren’t you?”
>Write-in.
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>>5210870
>>”You wouldn’t know how to vampire-proof a house, would you?”
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>>5210870
>"Walk and talk. I gotta make sure THE FUCKING CIVILIANS aren't in any danger first!" (Head inside and check on Vic and Peter)
If I was Benny, I'd be absolutely pissed off at how she's treating this like a job interview while my family might still be in danger.
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>>5210870
>”Is that a, uh…Cross Pistol? Does that actually work?”
Sucks that we aren't a true believer
>”Hold up. Run it back. What’s a ‘Nightguard’, and what the hell is a ‘Midnight Mission?’”
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>>5210870
>”Sorry, lady. I don’t have time to learn about the ‘good news’. I've got two girls over there getting chased by a giant mutant bat”
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>”Hold up. Run it back. What’s a ‘Nightguard’, and what the hell is a ‘Midnight Mission?’”
>”Is that a, uh…Cross Pistol? Does that actually work?”
>”If you were here, you should’ve come out to help earlier! I've got two girls over there getting chased by a giant mutant bat!”
>”You wouldn’t know how to vampire-proof a house, would you?”

I'd say these 4 are probably best. I don't think we should be joining no nightguard or midnight mission though. We already have so many issues and things on our plate right now I don't know if it's really beneficial to be joining whoever they are, when we are trying to build a criminal empire (assuming we still want to do that, truthfully I'd rather Benny, while obviously a thief become something more of a gentleman thief like lupin the third, with a team of superpowered allies that can help him).

I do however think it might be a good idea to meet the nightguard people, and persuade them to help with the vampire problem, just not join them.
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>>5210888
>>5210870
Fuck forgot to reply directly. First time actually taking part in one of these things sorry
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>>5210553
I might. I do enjoy comics I just get really autistic about wanting to read stuff from the beginning and following continuity but with Marvel it's obviously completely fucked. So Im familiar with some of these characters, main ones obviously like daredevil, hobbies, vulture etc but plenty of had to look up like typhoid Mary or most of these vampire dudes apart from morbius and that's only due to the movie coming out soon
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>>5210895
(Gonna go on a bit of a rant here. You've been warned.)

Marvel's continuity is super fucked at this point. Not nearly as bad as DC's but still bad because of retcons and writers and editors fighting for dominance. Take Spencer's Spider-Man run, for example. He had to spend so much fucking time undoing the bullshit that was Dan Slott's run. A new writer either plays off of the previous writer's works, or they do everything within their power to make it so that none of it actually stuck around for too long.

You'd go crazy if you tried to read a character's history from the beginning, while checking in on their appearances from tie-ins, team-ups and events. This is why a good chunk of people prefer manga, because it usually only has one writer, and the story is generally straightforward with a beginning and end. Comic characters aren't allowed to have endings because they have history, are considered national treasures, and editorial doesn't truly have faith in all the legacy characters that they've been introducing. This is exactly why characters like Miles suffer so much. Marvel isn't allowing him to be considered important, and they have no plans of sidelining Peter, so they just end up stunting Miles' development as a character. He already had it bad enough when he had Bendis writing him, because despite having made so many black OC's, Bendis has absolutely no idea how to write a black character with a personality or a shred of culture.

TLDR:
I'm going to give you the best advice you can possibly hear if you want to get into comics. Read what you like. Continuity be damned.
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>>5210905
I will certainly try. At least I have this quest, which is at least introducing me to new characters I may not know or only have passing understanding of.

So yeah thanks for this it's neat.
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>>5210870
>I don't know if you noticed, but I'm a bit occupied right now with two civilians usef as hostage and my friends over there sealing with the man bat thing.
>So how about we do this job interview after the place is secured, the people are umhypnotized and the monsters are dead?
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>>5210870
>"you can summarize your episode of claw patrol later."
>Dash in to check on Vic and Pete.
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>>5210870
>”Hold up. Run it back. What’s a ‘Nightguard’, and what the hell is a ‘Midnight Mission?’”
>”You wouldn’t know how to vampire-proof a house, would you?”
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>>5210870
>"Walk and talk. I gotta make sure THE FUCKING CIVILIANS aren't in any danger first!" (Head inside and check on Vic and Peter)
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>"Walk and talk. I gotta make sure THE FUCKING CIVILIANS aren't in any danger first!" (Head inside and check on Vic and Peter)
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>>5210933
This, pretty much. Gotta help the civilians real fast and go help with the Man-Bat.

Man, you guys basically did everything I would have done anyway but I still feel bad for having fallen asleep MSQ is based as fuck.

>>5210905
Hahaha, do not read the new Hulk comic; you might literally shit your pants and fall dead right then and there like I almost did.
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>>5210870
>Turn 360 degrees and go check on Vic and Peter
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>>5210870
>"Walk and talk. I gotta make sure THE FUCKING CIVILIANS aren't in any danger first!" (Head inside and check on Vic and Peter)

This goofy bitch is doing her whole intro while vic is basically out of a house. At least we have a reason to get them a proper place now. Unless we're paying to rebuild the current place.


Also the cat's basically out of the bag. We should tell vic about our identity as Huntsman. Further lying about it is just going to create more problems. What would we even say "yeah i was on my way but this superhero guy managed to get here before me lmao"

She's not stupid. She'll probably piece together that Huntsman showed up lile five minutes after she called us. Also if we come clean now we won't have to bullshit about where the money for house repair is coming from
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>>5210870
>"Walk and talk. I gotta make sure THE FUCKING CIVILIANS aren't in any danger first!" (Head inside and check on Vic and Peter)
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>>5211199
in this case, our superhero persona is spider-man, not huntsman
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>>5211199
Nah, people don't know Spidey can and does explosions IIRC, that needs to remain a Huntsman thing.

Look, we just leave the scene after cleaning up this other fangnigger, show up 5 minutes later as Ben all huffing and puffing and ask them if everything's okay.

Then we help them with acquiring new stuff by calling in favors from friends of ours (we'll actually be paying with money though). We'll admit it was probably because of Cindy and her cult-related background, and that it was our fault for bringing her here, so we're doing it out of guilt.

Everything will be squared with way more effort put into maintaining a veil than you see in pretty much any superhero genre work. Noo need to tell them anything yet.
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>>5210883
>>5211043
>>5211091
>>5211199
>>5211203
Writing...
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>>5211239
nah, we messed up, badly.
we have to tell Vic the truth
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>>5211267
we literally don't though
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Instead of taking the paper, you immediately turned around and started running. “Walk and talk. I gotta make sure THE FUCKING CIVILIANS aren’t in any danger first!” you exclaimed.

Her easy smile fell away as she fell into step with you, and she took on a much more serious expression. “Of course. Je suis désolé.” she said, bowing her head slightly. “What happened to them?”

“Snowsnake put them into a trance, I think.” you said, vaulting over the broken sofa and running up the front steps. Louise tried to follow you through the front door, but she was suddenly stopped by Cindy, who was holding her bo-staff up in a threatening manner.

“If it makes you feel any better, I can guarantee that Snowsnake didn’t bite either of them.” Louise explained. “Her hypnosis would not work on a turned human. It’s likely that she spared them because she thought they had more value as hostages instead of as thralls…or food.”

You entered the living room to find both Vic and Pete lying on the floor, seemingly unconscious. You checked their necks for wounds, but couldn’t find any. At least there was some merit to what this crazy lady was talking about.

“Don’t worry. They’re just in shock. Being hypnotized is quite stressful for humans.” Louise said from the door, attempting to peek past Cindy’s staff. “They should be alright after a bit of rest.”

You looked at her, and then fixed your gaze on Cindy’s back. “What happened to the bat creature?” you asked.

Cindy looked back at you, paused, and then pointed at Louise.

“She shot it out of the sky, earlier.” said a familiar voice. It was Anastasia, approaching Louise from behind. Cindy didn’t look like she wanted to let her inside, either. “I have never seen a weapon like that before. What is it?” she asked Louise with more than a little interest.

Louise removed the handheld cannon from her back and held it up for everyone to see. It sort of looked like a portal gun with glowing vents on the front. “This is an Ultraviolet Light Projector. It has the power of 15 tanning beds and can fry a vampire in half a second.” she explained. “It does have a bit of a cooldown period, however. After I used it on Carpathian, I could not use it again for at least 3 minutes.”

“Carpathian?” you said.

“The ‘giant mutant bat’, as you called it. I have been pursuing Carpathian and Snowsnake for some time now. By the time I had arrived, you had already engaged them.” she said, sounding apologetic. “If I had known that they were using hostages, I would have checked on them first. Once more, you have my deepest apologies.”

Since both vamps had been dusted, and Pete and Vic were both safe, you’d have to try and come up with a believable story for when they finally woke up. And then there was the matter of Louise and Anastasia being here.

(Cont.)
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What will you say?

>”Everyone except the little girl needs to leave. Like, right now.”
>(Look to Louise)”Let’s talk outside. Then, you’re gonna explain everything.”
>”Did those two come alone, or is there an army of vampires on its way here?”
>”I don’t suppose either of you knows how to vampire-proof a house?”
>”How’d they even get in here? I thought vampires couldn’t enter private residences without permission.
>Write-in.

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>>5211290
>(Look to Louise)”Let’s talk outside. Then, you’re gonna explain everything.”
>”How’d they even get in here? I thought vampires couldn’t enter private residences without permission.
>”Did those two come alone, or is there an army of vampires on its way here?”
All very pertinent questions.
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>>5211290
>>(Look to Louise)”Let’s talk outside. Then, you’re gonna explain everything.”
>>”Did those two come alone, or is there an army of vampires on its way here?”
>>”I don’t suppose either of you knows how to vampire-proof a house?”
>>”How’d they even get in here? I thought vampires couldn’t enter private residences without permission.
All very good options to pick after we disappear from the Parker residence. We can show up as Benny later.
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>>5211290
>>(Look to Louise)”Let’s talk outside. Then, you’re gonna explain everything.”
>>”Did those two come alone, or is there an army of vampires on its way here?”
>>”I don’t suppose either of you knows how to vampire-proof a house?”
>>”How’d they even get in here? I thought vampires couldn’t enter private residences without permission.
>>Write-in.
"That laser duster wouldn't happen to be commercially available, would it?"
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>>5211290
>”I don’t suppose either of you knows how to vampire-proof a house?”
>”How’d they even get in here? I thought vampires couldn’t enter private residences without permission
By what Vic said on the phone us, I think snowflake hypnotized Peter and had him give permission
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>>5211301
Well ain't that some fucking shit. Rationally-written villains, man.
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>>5211300
+1 except the write-in
Something tells me it's either a weapon made by their faction, and unless we join they're not going to give it so easily

Also anons, what if we call Morbius and ask about Louise, the Nightguards and the Midnight Mission? But of course, after we have the problem with Vic and Pete solved, even maybe tell Cindy to stay with them while Anastasia, Louise and us go for the last of those fuckers

Jeez, after this maybe a little vacation trip to visit Flint would be nice.
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>>5211311
Wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? It's not like it's a good weapon to use against nonvampires compared to just, y'know, a normal gun. She doesn't seem autistic enough to take offense at that.
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>>5211239
Actually yeah good point this makes more sense. Let's keep the charade going.

>>5211311
Seconding this. Let's get Morbius' thoughts on this. And seeing Flint later wouldn't be bad
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>>5211290
Oh shit I forgot to mention
>Grab Snowsnake's swords
Those things are probably fucking QUALITY.
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>>5211328
Fuck, this. Good catch, anon.
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