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Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Admittedly a bit of a dud compared to the first one but I'll get outta the winter season after my next post hopefully into the meat and potatoes of my main arc

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

^{THREE DAYS TILL}

CHRISTMAS

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Booze flowing, music blasting and another piece of unsold furniture was crushed under the weight of the lumbering android. One would think getting some sketchy piece of what was probably super villain tech working would be difficult. For the Omega Syndicate though it was as simple as reading the binder that accompanied the machine. Put on the goggles & gloves and take a seat while you use VR to crush a chesterfield in altered reality. The crew cheered as the jerky movements of the droid under the control of puck brought the fist back up to show the wreckage. As much fun as this was though, there was a creeping idea concurrently growing withing the heads of everyone.

"Hey guys, how're we offloading this thing?" Henery finally said as the hype began to calm down. They'd still only scratched the surface of machine's capabilities but Henry's concern about harbouring stolen tech like this in an abode with his name on the lease was warranted. All eyes turned to Pierre (including Puck's current camera based view) who seemed just as stumped.

"Selling hot dressers is a whole other league than selling a robot."

"Come on man, you got-"

"No 'come on man' Puck. I don't even know where to start with this. I go around asking any of my usual buyers about this we'll end up getting robbed, killed or both." Pierre retorted as Puck began taking off the controller.

"What about a ransom? Find out who owned it before and-"

"We know what a ransom is Roger." Pierre retorted, sitting down on the crushed Chesterfield and placing his beer can on the ground. Despite the still mostly jovial feeling in the air, the stress of having such a potentially danger item seemed to be aging Pierre right before the groups eyes.

"Ransoming's just as dangerous. Who knows what psycho made this thing and what else they've got to get it back with. I'm not all too keen to get crushed myself." Pierre finished, chin resting on his palm as his fingers idly tapped his face in contemplation. Everyone else found similar positions to think in, all except Henry who paced the room. The music was still blaring, becoming more of a distraction than anything, leading Henry's pacing towards the sound system (bluetooth speaker)'s controls on the dinner table as he did though his eyes lit up a bit as they locked onto an envelope. Picking up the paper, Henry approached the group once more.

"How about we stop settling and use this thing to go for the full monty?"

"What's Pierre's sister's favourite movie got to do with the robot?" Puck interjected, not understanding what Henry was getting at.

"The fuck're you talking about my sister for man? What's Henry's movie gotta do with Shelia?"

"Guys that not the poi-" Puck's attention was lost by Henry as he turned to Pierre.

"It's that British one. Where all the old men do a strip show 'casue their outta work."

"Gotcha, gotcha. Bit of a dud, that dig Puck"

"Fuck you."

"Henry wants us to do a strip show with the robot-?" Roger asked, getting more confused by the moment.

"No!" Henry called out in frustration, tossing the envelope on the floor for everyone to see. Despite the confusion around the significance of the 1997 British comedy, all of them immediately understood what Henry was trying to say.

"Hell no. Are you crazy? We're trying to find ways to not get killed." Pierre firmly stated, his eyes darting around the room to make sure everyone was on the same page. Everyone except him seemed to be. Smiles reached their eyes as spirits once more got higher (both metaphysically and the mixed drinks in the men's hands).

"Gonna need to do some prep but this'll be big league stuff. No more spending our nights watching TV in a cold garage and sharing a barracks." Henry said, still pitching his idea to the already captive audience. Pierre was thinking sensibly; of course they couldn't do this; like he'd said before this was a completely different league than what they were used to. However, a part of him also was getting sick of how things in the city had seemed to stagnate for the group. He knew he wasn't going to convince anyone, that was obvious, so might as well join in now before he became the stick in the mud. His gaze rested on the bank statement on the floor before he spoke.

"Fuck it, yeah fine. I call dibs on-"

"Dibs getaway driver!" Puck yelled out, hand shooting for the sky.

"Dibs on the robot!" Roger followed up, eyeing the machine greedily.

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ISSUE 1: BOXED AND WRAPPED

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Gonna have a post for Box and Co this weekend, sorry for the delay. Had a vacation plus started a new job recently.

As for too comics for me it’s gotta be either the New 52 All Star Western run. I’m a sucker for cowboys and I love the western bits of DC’s lore. Plus I remeber the art being real good (and it got me hooked in to Dr.13, my beloved).

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

^{FOUR DAYS TILL}

CHRISTMAS

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LOSER

Roger wasn’t sure why he scratch the whole word on the ticket. Seeing the whole of the word made him more angry, tossing it on the floor as he wheeled his way out of the bodega, much to the cashier’s mild irritation. The wheel chair bound man drew more than his fair fee of stolen glances, partly due to his means of transportation, partly due to the Santa costume he adorned while angrily making his way down the sidewalk. Three scratchers had left him late getting into position but he was sure he’d make it, he always made it on time.

“Bochs! Get over here!” called a similarly festively dressed little person dressed as an elf. Roger’s mood continued to ferment as the angry yells met him halfway to his mark.

“I’m coming! I’m coming! Keep your little tights on!”

“I’ve had these damn tights on for hours, waiting around in the cold for you to wheel yourself outta that corner store. How much you lose already? You still gonna be able to afford your cut of rent this month?” Puck yelled, despite Roger closing the distance.

“You don’t worry you’re pretty little he-“ Puck grabbed Roger’s wheel chair and began pushing it into the street.

“I told you to knock it off with the little digs! You keep it up and I’ll dump your sorry ass on the pavement come summer and watch ya shrivel up like a-“ Puck was interrupted this time as the squeal of brakes and sliding tires erupted from the large moving van that narrowly stopped in time. Taking this as he que, Roger shifted his weight and dumped himself off the side of his wheelchair with a helpful shove from Puck.

Unintelligible screaming and cussing came from Puck while the driver and passenger looked between each other frantically. Unsure of what to do, the passenger got out and approached the duo.

“I am so sorr-“ “Sorry! You killed him! What we’re you doing! You guys were probably text in’ weren’t-“

“No, no! You guys just came outta-“

While the two screamed at each other two other men in ski masks approached swiftly, pulling guns on the driver and passenger. The driver went for a weapon of his own as the mask assailant opened the door but a quick pistol whip stopped that. The passenger hadn’t noticed the stick up as he continued screaming with Puck, that was until he felt the gun in his back.

It was a pretty good gig, target would be movers, get them to stop with a little bit of acting and a fake accident then nab the whole truck full of furniture. They swap out the plate, hold up the other two actors and leave the lot of them for dead while they make tracks in the truck. It’s not fool proof, lord can go wrong so that’s why the Omega Syndicate limits big jobs like this to once or twice a year.

At some point it was ‘discovered’ Roger was still Alive and he was propped back up in his wheelchair. Now the quartet watched as the truck rolled away with his accomplices inside. Once they were out of sight the two chumps began to frantically call the police. Normally there would be a bit more the the con here; a reason for Puck and Roger leave followed by the exchange of fake phone numbers if the police asked for statements. These two seemed to caught up in the moment to care as the duo slinked away back onto the street.

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“Pretty smooth.”

“No thanks to you man, we almost ended up running you right into the side of that thing. I’m serious man, you need to get your head outta your ass, you’ve been citrin’ it close a lot more lately.” Puck replied to Roger who gave a dismissive wave in return. Despite being in the land of criminal opportunity Roger still didn’t feel like much had changed since leaving Canada. It was the same jobs just with higher rent and, admittedly, bigger payouts. He was never going to be Danny Ocean but he drilled yearned for something more than selling hot furniture and watches.

It had taken the duo a while to walk/roll/bus out of town to their small apartment/storage locker/garage but they finally got in, Roger unlocking the door and Puck pushing it in. Inside they found Pierre and Henry, just getting out of their costumes, faces caked with white makeup and coats stuffed with pillows to make identifying them all the more difficult.

“I’m sweating like a wh- lady of the evening in a church wearing all this. Sorry Pierre.”

“No worries Henry, just glad you caught yourself. Shelia’s actually the show stopper now. Roll her out when they got big money comin-“

“What’s it matter if he says the ‘W’ word anyway? Shelia’s a stripper not a lady of the evening.” Roger interjected, beginning to strip out of his Santa costume.

“What’s any of this matter for? What’s the haul? Wanna see how much I’ve got for Christmas presents this year.” Puck interjected into Roger’s interjection, taking off his own elf costume. Silently agreeing, Pierre and Henry walked back over to the back of the truck with Henry snagging a pair of bolt cutters on the way.

The bolt cutters met the lock with a loud clunk and He Ey began to squeeze. Sometimes they used cheap locks on these, other times they needed some elbow grease to crack them open. This time though it didn’t even seem to budge. Henry strained his arms against the force multipliers, eventually changing his position to brace one bar against his chest in the hopes of getting more movement out of it but no luck. Eventually the others made their way over, Puck and Roger still undressed aside from undershirts and ginch.

“What’s taking so long?”

“Tough lock.” Pierre and Henry said in unison though Henry’s reply came out as more of a strained exhale.

“We gotta use the cutter?”

“Last time we did that we burnt a hole in that couch.” Roger replied, pointing out the unsold couch they were currently using in their living area (a corner of the garage with three beds, the couch and a television).

“Yeah I remember but I’d rather have one burned couch than a truck full of hot cargo.” Puck replied, speaking over the ever more audible grunts of Henry. Eventually Henry gave up and passed the cutters over to Pierre who gave it a try as well, facing similar challenges.

“Why do they gotta use such heavy duty locks anyways? Most of the time they keep the real valuable stuff on ‘em in the cab.” Roger lamented, his comments not doing anything to help morale or rending lock from latch.

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An hour later Roger was up on cutter duty, heating the metal as much as he could before bashing on it with a sledge which was very precarious from his wheelchair.

“Shift switch!” Roger called over to his fellow criminals who were currently sat on his couch/bed watching the television.

“No way man! I was at it way longer! Just cause there’s less of ya doesn’t mean you get a shorter shift!” Pierre yelled back, everyone else agreeing with their silence. Rodger flipped them the double bird to their turned backs before putting the welding helmet back on and continuing to heat the lock. Only a couple moments after starting a loud bang rang out through the shop.

Like carrion circle a corpse, the group descended on the now busted lock, cracked for the constant heating and cooling. Clumsily with the bolt cutters, Puck grabbed the still glowing lock and dislodged it from the truck’s latch. A similarly difficult maneuver was done to open the latch to which Roger and Henry got close and lifted up the warped door with all their might.

The group was left dumbstruck as their expected haul of furniture was instead a collection of space age looking technology looking straight out of Star Wars along with a towering silver and blue form lit up by the internal blink lights.

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ISSUE 1: BOXED AND WRAPPED

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

Gonna make a nicer Banner when I have some time but there’s a CS for ya, gonna get started on post numero uno/catch up on the reading/ celebrate Christmas

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

B O X
B O X

^{”Life’s like a bad analogy; doesn’t make sense and it’s full of assholes."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Roger Bochs Jr. _________________________________________________________ 27 | It’s complicated 🥀 _________________________________________________________ Omega Syndicate | Canadian A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Eugene ‘Puck’ Judd - A little person but more importantly Roger’s longest held friend. The two are usually distractions for cons that’s require misdirection. ◼ Pierre Cloche - the business brains behind the Syndicate. Pierre had a unsuccessful career as an accountant before getting in trouble for fudging some numbers to give himself a kick back. ◼ Henry Muntz - A new member of the Omega Syndicate, Henry’s provided the crew with room and board along with having connections in the city. A N T A G O N I S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Department H - A collection of G-Men who have taken a recent interest in BOX and the Omega Syndicate. - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 01 - BOXED AND WRAPPED -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ___________________________________________________________________________________ Roger Bochs Sr. was a world renowned engineer and inventor, having dabbled in everything from the Canadarm to his own ventures in early VR technology. Later in his life his exploits would plateau and would lose his mind, being put into an institution before eventually succumbing to sickness. Roger Bochs Jr. was a locally infamous delinquent and con artist having been all but run out of his hometown due to his sullied reputation. With some swindling and pay offs, Roger and his crew of similarly minded individuals made their way to the United States to make it big with their cons. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ BOX is one of those characters that I read about as a kid, thought he was so cool, then completely forgot about until I randomly stumbled on him again the other day. For his story I wanna tell a villain to hero story with Roger and his crew going from a group of outright nare-do-wells posing as heroes to actually doing some selfless good (but never entirely turning over a new leaf, we’ll see). Beyond his origin story here I don’t have a ton planned out, just a couple of moments I want to write and weave into other yet-to-be thought of stories but I’m excited to get them figured.

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^{"I’ll fuckin’ wallop ya!"___}

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

All Posting Requirements are hereby suspended until January 5th in honour of the holiday season.

@Lord Wraith

Thank god

Absolute Comics: Odyssey [Invite Only]

First chance in a bit to actually try writing something today! Gonna have a lot more time in the next couple days so hopefully I'll have a CS put together here soon! (Also gotta catch up on all the posts... SO far behind)

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

@rocketrobie2 Thats understandable. I had to change one of my Green Lantern bits because of Wraith leaving. I was going to have a "Wait, there's a Kryptonian on that dirtball? Right. Might need to be careful." But had to change it to Shazam.

Out of curiosity, what kind of characters you looking to interact with?

@mattmanganon

Mostly supernatural types. Wanted to have some oblivious doubting with some wizards and shit

Worlds Collide: A Merged Universe Superhero Roleplay

I think I’m gonna withdraw Dr.13. I made him with some intention of doing crossovers with some specific characters who aren’t in the game anymore. Not leaving the game though! Got a backup I wouldn’t mind running, I’ll get working on that one soon!