All right, I'm back in action. Many thanks to MB and Byrd for holding down the fort while I was unavailable.
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Good news! The real-life crisis appears to have abated, so I should be back in action to pick up the reins as GM again. Bad news: I'm house-sitting for my folks until Wednesday, so my internet access is going to be pretty limited.
Hey y'all, sorry for the delay in getting Phase Two up-- I've had some pretty severe real-life stuff come up which will likely take me out of being able to run stuff for a bit. MB has agreed to assume GM duties for the short term, but one way or another I should be back at it by next week.
Probably about a day or two; enough time that folks can do their own stuff without it feeling like it's all happening in one absurdly long day, but not so much time that it loses momentum.
Yeah, during your down-time, y'all can do whatever you want, so if you wanna go do your own thing for a bit, you're welcome to.
Speaking of Phase Two, I'm actually going to be going out of town this weekend and will only have internet access via my phone, so the next Mastermind post isn't gonna go up til Sunday.
Speaking of Phase Two, I'm actually going to be going out of town this weekend and will only have internet access via my phone, so the next Mastermind post isn't gonna go up til Sunday.
We're still open for applications if you're interested.
The first Crisis is resolved, and with it, y'all get the first clue! I think I'm going to allow a bit of time in between Crises, so y'all can interact, get in some character-post, etc, catch your breath before the next one, and allow the folks who haven't posted yet to get something in. So let's say we have a short 'interlude' period and start the next round on Friday.
"Okay, enough awready," Sandman grunted, straining to hold enough of his form to talk. "I was contacted, 'bout a week ago. Guy wants ta use me for a job, tells me he knows Cap'n here is gonna be in town today. All's I gotta do is show up at the right time, make some noise, get yer attention. He wires half a mill inta my account the night he calls me, says I'll get the other half afterwards. Easy money."
Already knowing what the follow-up questions will be, Marko continued.
"B'fore ya ask, no, I don't know who it is," he said. "Never met the guy in person, never sawr'is face, only spoke ta him once over a burner phone. Couldn't make out half a' what he was sayin, on account a his real thick accent. Sounded like, I dunno, some kinda Euro-trash."
Forming a crude pair of arms, Sandman held up a pair of hands submissively.
"Tha'ss all I know, swear ta God," he said. "Now lock me up, take me to the Vault or wherever, just get me away from that freakin' duck."
Elsewhere....
"Sir, it appears the Sandman has been defeated," an assistant said, nervously.
A pair of gleaming, hateful eyes narrowed as they stared at the screen.
"I can see that, thank you," he said, his icy tone indicating that his subordinate had best be extremely careful for the foreseeable future. "This is no matter; Marko was always meant to be a mere distraction. While I had hoped he could draw the attention of more than just the Captain and a pair of vermin, he served his purpose. Our first target has already been acquired while the heroes' attention was diverted. We shall simply have to proceed with Phase Two more carefully."
"....yes, sir," the assistant said. "And...when shall we begin with that?"
"Immediately. My operative is already in position to begin eliminating targets. Prepare the troops to mobilize."
"Yes, sir."
Clue Gained!
The Mastermind speaks with a thick accent
Already knowing what the follow-up questions will be, Marko continued.
"B'fore ya ask, no, I don't know who it is," he said. "Never met the guy in person, never sawr'is face, only spoke ta him once over a burner phone. Couldn't make out half a' what he was sayin, on account a his real thick accent. Sounded like, I dunno, some kinda Euro-trash."
Forming a crude pair of arms, Sandman held up a pair of hands submissively.
"Tha'ss all I know, swear ta God," he said. "Now lock me up, take me to the Vault or wherever, just get me away from that freakin' duck."
Elsewhere....
"Sir, it appears the Sandman has been defeated," an assistant said, nervously.
A pair of gleaming, hateful eyes narrowed as they stared at the screen.
"I can see that, thank you," he said, his icy tone indicating that his subordinate had best be extremely careful for the foreseeable future. "This is no matter; Marko was always meant to be a mere distraction. While I had hoped he could draw the attention of more than just the Captain and a pair of vermin, he served his purpose. Our first target has already been acquired while the heroes' attention was diverted. We shall simply have to proceed with Phase Two more carefully."
"....yes, sir," the assistant said. "And...when shall we begin with that?"
"Immediately. My operative is already in position to begin eliminating targets. Prepare the troops to mobilize."
"Yes, sir."
Clue Gained!
The Mastermind speaks with a thick accent
I think we can close up shop, guys. We're never gonna top that.
....awright! Awright, I--*blub*--I give!" Marko sputtered as he tried to reconstitute itself. "I give up! This is--....*glurp*...this isn't what I signed up for! I ain't gettin' paid ta--*splurt*--ta dance fer water-fowl!"
Flint Marko, now little more than a puddle from the shoulders down, could barely keep it together, both figuratively and literally. He'd been looking forward to bragging to the boys about how he'd gone round-for-round with Captain America. As much as he hated him, he could even settle for being taken down by the Web-Head. But a talking duck? This was too much; he'd never live it down.
"I'll tell ya whatever ya want," He groaned, forming just enough of a hand to point up an index finger. "On one condition: nobody, an' I mean nobody hears about this. Anyone asks, Cap'n America beat me. Deal?"
Flint Marko, now little more than a puddle from the shoulders down, could barely keep it together, both figuratively and literally. He'd been looking forward to bragging to the boys about how he'd gone round-for-round with Captain America. As much as he hated him, he could even settle for being taken down by the Web-Head. But a talking duck? This was too much; he'd never live it down.
"I'll tell ya whatever ya want," He groaned, forming just enough of a hand to point up an index finger. "On one condition: nobody, an' I mean nobody hears about this. Anyone asks, Cap'n America beat me. Deal?"
CRISIS RESOLVED
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