Bluetommy

The Legion of Superheroes RETURN

Give me a point in IQ plox.

The Masters of Veranth!

I'm liking this idea.

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

@ChaoticFox I was originally gonna make him say something MUCH worse, but I decided against it.

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Ken isn't the biggest fan of Canadians.

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When Larcen suddenly yelled out, Ken was shocked a moment, but cooled down as the boss interrupted.

Ken gave an exaggerated bow when his work in Brooklyn was mentioned, and he smiled from ear-to-ear when the Jersey Devils were mentioned. They had never been more than a nuisance to him, but he had noticed that their raids were getting more and more numerous and sizable, seemed like they wanted the city badly, too bad that the class of... whatever year it was, had reunited, ready to kick some ass.

He pumped his fist and made a satisfied grunt when he was designated as the lead plane of the flight, he may not have been the most experienced, but he was one of the few pilots in New York with actual flight-school experience, not that that said much, considering the mess that the city was. Of course, flight school did not equal officer school, and English wasn't even his first language, so perhaps leadership wasn't his strongest point... oh well, power was power.

As Alex flew into a rant about her past, Ken mouthed along with a goofy expression on his face. He had gotten the same lecture before, it was like listening to a fourteen year old describe a story they wrote. Sure, her life was bad, but that didn't mean she had to be so up-front about being in it for the freedom.

"You see, Alex? This is why I don't want you watching my back, I like my plane just fine how it is right now, not a flaming husk buried in what used to be a hospital. God, I just like it when my wing-mates actually give a damn, you know?" Ken was never a big fan of the Canadian, recruiting a criminal who had come from those wáng bā northerners and then putting her in the most elite wing in the city? Might as well give a rat a plane and teach it to fly.

He sniffed and muttered "gōng gòng qì chē" under his breath. He had already told her it meant bus, though she had no idea why he kept calling her that.

It was because everybody gets a ride on the bus.

Never-mind that, he decided, calming down. He turned to Larsen and began describing his plane in heavily technical terms, hoping that his old friend hadn't forgotten his essentials.

A City on Fire

𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓶

Liam sighed and shook his head. He almost felt bad, like he was taking advantage of someone. This woman had no idea what she had gotten herself into. It was just a talk, he understood, but she was probably afraid she would never leave the room, a not entirely unfounded fear, but he had no reason to murder someone just for being new to his world.

He noticed her face take one of dread, and sweat beginning to mat her hair to her forehead. Wow, he had never quite gotten a reaction like this from a client, a target maybe, but just a client? This could be bad, he'd driven her to near-hysterics, she could be afraid enough to call off the contract. Liam grinded his teeth behind his lips as he tried to think of a way to salvage the situation, but he seemed to have difficulty coming up with one. He was used to clients simply agreeing with his inflammatory rhetoric and paying far higher than they had expected. He couldn't intimidate her into increasing the payment. He'd have to... ask kindly, god, just thinking about it made Liam anxious, he was used to making people uncomfortable, not playing nice. He desperately thought of something else, but the only thing he could come up with was flirting, and he'd already burned that bridge.

Rubbing his forehead and grimacing under his hand, he took a deep breath in through his nose and opened his mouth.

"I'm afraid that's not good enough, I'd be more than willing to reach a deal, but I need a higher bid," he said as kindly as possible. God that sounded terrible, what was he thinking?

"Just kill her and go home, go to bed and forget all about it in the morning," a little voice in the back of his head told him, his arm pulled up the dagger to waist-level, his eyes scanned her for veins he could slash and his knees bent in preparation...

but his ass was feeling rather smart today, and it decided that perhaps talking was still the best option. So it seized control of his mind and forced him to say the dumbest words he had ever said in his life.

"Of course, for you, my lady, I can make a significant discount, perhaps, say... six hundred and fifty thousand?"

He could almost feel the shock permeating from the other assassins in the room. He had never EVER given ANYBODY a discount, ever, in his life. He could feel his last manhood forcing itself out of his bladder and down his leg, in fact he even took a step to check if it had actually happened.

Well, he had monumentally ballsed this up, though the last vestige of common sense kept telling him that he would still make assloads of money, he batted it away and mourned the loss of his personal integrity.

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@Dynamo Frokane I don't have anything either.

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Ken Yi

Ken loved New York.

It was where he had lived since he was a child, yes, but it was more than that. The years had not been kind, and it was for the worse as a result, but in the winter, it was clear and clean like there had never been a human there in the history of the Earth, well, except for the giant locusts, but he took care of those. Of course, he patrolled all of it, why wouldn't he. It was tiring, of course, but it was worth it, he didn't tell anyone else, it was his little secret. Maybe now was the time to stop, it would be hard, but the initiate was only growing, who knows how many people were going to be in the air by the next year. Maybe next year he'd be patrolling sub-boroughs.

Oh well, that meant he didn't have to see so many people starved to death in alleyways, so that was good.

Flying in, his old plane sputtered and smoked through the air as he approached the ground. She worked hard, sometimes too hard, he'd have to get to repairing the engine once he had settled. Pushing through the collection of junk in his lap, he pulled the handset out of the ramshackle radio that had been shoved into the panel and checked in with the airfield.

"Yo dog, Brooklyn has returned, you can rest easy!" The tired man on the other side sighed and reluctantly responded.

"Roger, Brooklyn, this is airfield, do you have a status report?"

"No combats of note, area secured and coffee needed."

"Roger that, you're cleared for landing."

"Thanks a bunch my dude."

"Cut the chatter Brooklyn." airfield reprimanded boredly, as he had done for quite some time. Ken landed in a textbook fashion, leapt out of the plane in a less textbook fashion and limped his way over to debriefing. He greeted Rhodes with a high-five invitation that was ignored and proceeded to fall out of his chair as a result of his incessant fidgeting. When he finally sat correctly he had to lock his knee in place to prevent it from bouncing.

He beamed with pride when the mention was made of the decrease in bandit sightings, he worked hard for those stats, perhaps too hard. Yes, shooting parachutes was heavily discouraged, but it was a necessary evil. As Ken saw it, less bandits alive means less planes come back to kill innocents, maybe some other people didn't see it that way, but whatever, Ken knew no-one else would know.

Suddenly, a memory walked through the door, his old friend from school. Well, friend was not quite the way to describe it, Ken started off resenting him for his talent, but eventually they became friendly, even if Ken kept trying to outdo him.

"Larcen? My man!" Ken yelled, practically leaping from his chair and pulling the Brit into a surprisingly tight hug considering his minute size. He laughed a little before letting Larcen go with a pat on the back.

"Man, you look... well, looks don't matter anyways. Where the hell were you man? You knew I lived here, you could have come to my mom's place. Ah, doesn't matter, I've got to introduce you to my plane, you'd love it!" he bellowed out in a baritone that had never matched his face.

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Alright, CS is pretty much done. Tweaking things here and there with the bio, but other than that, its good. You might want to check it out as I decided to do a complete 360 and change everything except the plane. I just wasn't feeling it with Katherine.

@Skepic

If you did a complete 360 you'd be facing the same direction.

Whatever Happens, It's Your Fault (Game)

Use your money to start your own clothing line. You rolled 2 dice:

5 5

@Duthguy

Suddenly as you look at your utter mastery of fashion, you are struck with inspiration. Grabbing all your money, you buy a few sewing machines and some young children to man them for you because that's what all the manufacturers are doing these days. Basing the designs off of your own godlike sense of style, you begin producing thousands upon thousands of designs, all of which manage to make your sense of style more and more apparent.

It seems that riding a wave of nostalgia is a good idea, your clothing has managed to be a success mostly due to its similarity to the once popular hammer pants, and now all you see when you walk around these days is hipsters wearing your lovely pants and complaining about how tight clothes became "too mainstream" and that now they were fighting the system in their own way. Now that you have the hipster audience, all the wannabe hipsters follow their messiahs in buying your fashionable designs.

A few weeks later, you've seen models wearing your designs on magazines such as "Fashionsax" and "Hay Gurl"... not that you read them or anything.

You've gained: -BUSINESS SKILLZ
-MAGAZINES (YOU READ THEM FOR THE ARTICLES)
-SWEATSHOPS