SomeMekBoy

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Otto managed to brace for the explosion, and looked at Negan. “As a matter of fact, I do.” Spider Man then proceeded begin scaling the wall, calling out all the while.

“ANYONE CAPABLE OF HIGH JUMPS, FLIGHT, OR WALL CRAWLING HEAD OUT THROUGH THE WINDOW INSTEAD OF GOING UP THE STAIRS! TRY TO CARRY UP ANYONE YOU CAN! HE WON’T EXPECT A TWO PRONGED ASSAULT, AND THE HEAVY HITTERS WILL BE THERE TO OCCUPY HIM WHILE SUPPORT COMES IN!” With that, Otto shot webs at the any already broken windows so that those who could crawl out of the top floors would be able to. Following that, he began webbing up any raised areas he could to make a safety net. Finally, he began yelling to all the floors he could as he climbed up. “CIVILIANS, THERE IS NOW A NET FOR YOU TO ESCAPE INTO! BAIL OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE, THERE ARE PERSONNEL WAITING TO ASSIST YOU!”

With that, Spider Man jumped off of the wall for speed before shooting up on another strand of web, trying to reach the top as fast as possible now that the civilians knew it was safe to jump out. Octavius wasn’t used to having all of these movement options, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy them. No wonder Parker was always in a perennial good mood. Swinging from webs was entertaining!

@Thatguyinastore [@everyone]

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“Ultron? You’ve been beaten several times by a team that encompasses about all the skills of the people here, including my own. Stay in your lane and work with the team, and then you can go back to your power fantasy of the day. Superman, as well, can most likely locate and destroy your central core easily. I do not know if you have been humbled in your time, but know you are not as strong as you think you are. However, you are welcome to aid in the overarching planning as I intend to do.”

Otto then turned to the transforming cat. “Then do as you will do long as you work in the team to the necessary purposes. I won’t stop you from taking orders from another, so long as you are willing to play ball.”

Finally, Spider Man addressed the crowd as well. “I will be taking over an advisory capacity from LexCorp myself given my technological prowess, so expect any similarly skilled persons to be seconded to my workshop as needed. I, and any other skilled inventors, will serve as technical support. If there is a gadget constructed it will be created, if there is surveillance equipment to maintain it will be maintained. But do not think I will sit in some ivory tower, no, I just merely wanted to explain any absences. Once again, if my direct intervention is required I will directly intervene.”

@ClownTown @Thatguyinastore @Starmaker [@Everyone]

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“I’ll do it.”

Something in the pit of Otto’s gut wasn’t fine with this turn of events. He was quiet because he calculated exactly what the hell was happening on screen. His best guess, without even listening to Luthor: goody-two-shoes goes megalomaniacal to try and make ‘the best world possible’. He’s seen it happen, after all. So he had no reason to doubt Lex, other than the extremely sour vibes he was getting. Game, as a phrase welling up from Peter’s memory indicated, recognized game. He didn’t know what Luthor would gain from this other than some form of clout, but he would figure that out in the field.

Spider-Man addressed the room. “We’ll need to compartmentalize. Preferably, we need an information team, a tactical team, and a strike team for the final blow. Information discovers anything and everything we can use in the coming fight, tactical will consist of people capable of applying that information, and strike, well, I won’t demean you all by explaining that. I will feature on all three teams, and some overlap is no doubt necessary, but this is based on skills, not affability. You’ll only need to work with these people just this once, and then we all go home.”

Something kept Otto from nominating himself leader over all the operations. He was going to have to get that checked out later. But taking a stance of authority amidst chaos felt so damn GOOD.

@Thatguyinastore

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However, Otto was not so concerned with Lex’s orders.

Thwip, thwip, thwip. The first ball of synthetic web impacted Joel’s hand, carrying enough force to knock him off of Lex. The second went to Joel’s shoulders to bind him to the floor. The third finally sought to secure his legs as well. It wasn’t a full cocoon, but the best the former doctor of physics could do.

Once that was done, regardless of effect, Otto stood up. “Now, unless all of you would want to be tied up for the next couple of hours instead of heading home, all of you should act like mature, sensible adults. None of us want to be here, but that will be resolved at a later date.”

To be quite honest, Otto didn’t hear Luthor order his guards to stand down. His instincts told him to prevent the fight, and he gave into them. It was an odd feeling, that. Usually he thought with his brain rather than his reflexes. Perhaps that was what Parker had: while he could have never matched Otto in raw wits, Otto could have overlooked the obvious.

He should do that more often.

@Thatguyinastore

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If the name ‘LexCorp’ didn’t set off alarm bells in Otto’s head, the guards with rifles at low ready certainly did. The more things change…

However, there was a more pressing issue: Otto’s pride had just been slighted by a mere mercenary.

Spider-Man hard pivoted towards the arrived rifleman. “Do consider that you do not know any of us before you judge us as only above average. While I cannot attest to many in this room, but I can assure you I am more than capable.”

Now, to the problem at hand.

Otto walked up to the desk, slipping between members if needed, and took a seat if he could find it. If not, he stood with his arms folded behind his back. “Mr. Luthor, I would also like to know how you tranquilized me, what that entails, and what you would have us do for you. Don’t worry about any danger, I assure you that I can keep the more violent of us all at bay so there will be nothing to worry about in regards to, say, calling in any guard force that may be outside of the door.”

The last part was punctuated by a loose gesture to the door that said guards were stacked up on, but was only said so that Lex could hear Otto, because Otto knew better than to rile the crowd. Of course, the fact he knew was a card in Octavius’ hand that he anticipated Luthor would not want to let him play.

“I would also like to speak with you privately when our immediate business is done. I believe I have a few things you would want me to share with you.”

@Thatguyinastore @Lazaro1505

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“Well, I would have had you deescalate rather than escalate, but any arguments can be tabled until a later date. We have an elevator waiting.”

Much like Ultron, Otto strayed to the margins of the elevator in order to avoid as much interpersonal contact as possible. When they got to the office, though, he was immediately on guard. Not from his heightened senses yet, although he did try to listen to them to sense any inbound danger, but from an odd sense of familiarity. The office, and the man behind it, reminded him a great deal of Oscorp and Osborne. Even the name had a malice to it. Lex Luthor. Otto rolled that around on his tongue. Alliterative, exotic, powerful.

Like Otto Octavius. Now Otto was by no means a presumptuous man, but he noticed patterns. Of course, much like Otto, Lex could have entirely ‘noble’ motivations, or at least noble enough ones to permit an aligning of interests. But one thing was for sure.

He would be watching Luthor very closely indeed.

@ClownTown @Thatguyinastore

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Well. It appeared that Ultron was both physically capable and mentally unstable. Once he had the chance, Otto was going to pencil in the artificial man’s ‘decommissioning’. However, a stern talking to would have to suffice this time so that no fatalities are caused within the first few hours of contact with unknown quantities.

“Ultron, if you do that again I can, and will, leave you webbed up on the floor struggling to get out. This is a time for forging alliances and making friends, not throwing people across the room like a madman. After all, you are a ‘peacekeeping force’, correct? Keep the peace by not antagonizing others.”

Perhaps he would finally have to use that ‘spidey sense’ that Peter so often referred to. Hopefully, that would not come from Ultron attempting to swing.

@ClownTown

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Terrence Greene, local thug

Location: Wayne Tower.

Mood: Really mad. Like, 200% MAD.

Health: Intact, but might not stay that way.

Interacting With: Queen, Alex.

Terrence did not react kindly to the other mugger walking up on his crime in progress. “Motherfucker! I was here first! Look, man, find some other rich tourist from another planet to rob, I already got this one. I don’t wanna smoke another hustler trying to get by, but I assure you I’ve got seventeen rounds and a fully automatic trigger.” The Glock-18 swung towards Alex. “You don’t wanna get magdumped, and I called dibs. So, if you excuse me…” Terrence grabbed the wallet and ripped back.

This would normally be where someone gets shocked.

However, Terrence’s homemade gear contains one notable item: a lot of rubber concentrated on the chest and hands to avoid being tasered. In fact, his gloves were just cloth reinforced by hard rubber because it was cheaper to find for hands than metal. So instead of being sent to the ground convulsing, Terrence received the equivalent force of a very, very vigorous joybuzzer. Which meant he was now very, very angry.

”Did you fuckin’ just…”

Terrence whipped his Glock in order to hit Queen’s eye displays while yelling to Alex. “I’LL SPLIT THE WALLET WITH YOU IF YOU HELP ME KICK HER ASS! SHE JUST TRIED TO TASE ME, BRO! YOU WANT HER TO TASE YOU TOO?”

@Yamperzzz @Lazaro1505

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Wisely, Otto didn’t say anything in defense or in offense to either Negan or Ultron. He didn’t want to take any sides until he was on the winning one, after all, and he also didn’t know how unstable or stable Ultron truly was. This was valuable data both on the fighting capability, should conflict arise, of someone seemingly of average human strength in relation to a Stark-sponsored killbot.

At the very least, either of the possible outcomes were entertaining. Otto stepped a good few paces back from the antagonizing outbreak warlord and the seemingly innocent ‘peacekeeper’. His lenses turned on and began to record whatever would happen next.

@ClownTown@Thatguyinastore

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Terrence Greene, local thug

Location: Gotham City, near Wayne Tower

Mood: Psyched for a payday.

Health: Fit as a fiddle.

Interacting With: Queen, ?

Meanwhile, as the dataworld monarch was commenting on the appearance of the Wayne Corporation’s headquarters, a man was preparing for action. He dropped his Glock-18’a magazine and slid it back in again. He patted the spare magazines in his juryrigged protective gear. Finally, he slipped on the homemade ballistic mask to both protect his face and conceal it from any cameras.

His name was Terrence Greene, and he was going to get paid.

Recently, both Metropolis and Gotham were on fire with news. Granted, Gotham was usually on fire, but this time it was only metaphorical. New beings, creatures, forces just popping out of nowhere from all walks of life. Terrence was never a regular Einstein, but he could read the writing on the wall. A bunch of people with full pockets stranded far from home from all income classes? Of course one was gonna have a fat enough wallet for Terrence to start investing rather than just subsisting. And lookie here, there was a Xenomorph looking lady with what he swore was an anime noble woman’s laugh. She seemed important, and she seemed LOADED. He might be able to move out just from her pocket change alone, but if Terrence manages to even hold her hostage? Well, Terrence would have to break new ground on that but it would be INCREDIBLY worth it. Now there was only one step: take action.

Terrence stepped out of an alleyway nearby the building and made no qualms about immediately pointing his Glock at Queen’s head. “Look, you wanna make me take the wallet off of your corpse or are you just gonna do the right thing and hand it the fuck over? Because I’m gonna smoke you like a Cuban if your next move isn’t to hand me your wallet. I’ll even let you keep your I.D. so you can catch a ride home. But if you don’t? They’re gonna need more than a driver’s liscense to figure out what the FUCK your face was supposed to look like.

Yeah. Now that was badass.

@Yamperzzz @Lazaro1505