Desperation and Spades can handle the planning. Thug'll just sit in the back of the van until you need someone to break things / take bullets. :p
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He had to admit, Oscar had been more than a little startled when the blue-skinned demonette had appeared behind him as he was taking care of business in a public urinal. "Hey, Thug," she'd announced. "Daddy's got a job for you."
For his part, Oscar remembered rolling his eyes at the moniker. Apparently it was tradition among supercriminals to take for yourself some ridiculous second name. The first time he appeared in the police blotter for an altercation with a cop, the text had referred to him as a 'thug' - and when it came out that he displayed 'slightly superhuman abilities', the news ran with the name (in the two or three sentences they'd devoted to him since, of course).
"Wish everybody'd stop feckin' callin' me that..." he'd grumbled, but by the time he'd turned around, she was gone, leaving behind a slip of paper with a time and a place.
And now here he was, seated at the crossroads of weirdness and stupidity. Lounging back in his chair, the criminal cast his gaze around the room. Some white-suit, cardshark type. A bloody alien. Cute blonde chick. Spider-robot. Medusa. Some creepy fuck in a bird mask. Several more. Not for the first time, Oscar wondered what he was doing here - after all, he'd sworn off evil minion work after that bastard Ne'erdowell had tried to lobotomize him. This is different, he told himself. This is climbing the ladder.
Clearing his throat, Oscar raised his hand casually. "Had some experience with mad-scientist lairs. Didn't much like it. I'll take the casino, with birdbrains and white-suit." He rose from his chair and stepped over to the two, hands in his pockets.
For his part, Oscar remembered rolling his eyes at the moniker. Apparently it was tradition among supercriminals to take for yourself some ridiculous second name. The first time he appeared in the police blotter for an altercation with a cop, the text had referred to him as a 'thug' - and when it came out that he displayed 'slightly superhuman abilities', the news ran with the name (in the two or three sentences they'd devoted to him since, of course).
"Wish everybody'd stop feckin' callin' me that..." he'd grumbled, but by the time he'd turned around, she was gone, leaving behind a slip of paper with a time and a place.
And now here he was, seated at the crossroads of weirdness and stupidity. Lounging back in his chair, the criminal cast his gaze around the room. Some white-suit, cardshark type. A bloody alien. Cute blonde chick. Spider-robot. Medusa. Some creepy fuck in a bird mask. Several more. Not for the first time, Oscar wondered what he was doing here - after all, he'd sworn off evil minion work after that bastard Ne'erdowell had tried to lobotomize him. This is different, he told himself. This is climbing the ladder.
Clearing his throat, Oscar raised his hand casually. "Had some experience with mad-scientist lairs. Didn't much like it. I'll take the casino, with birdbrains and white-suit." He rose from his chair and stepped over to the two, hands in his pockets.
I like him! I wondered if we'd have a more soldier/warrior oriented character. One question: did you mean to write 'the ends justify the means', in his Ideals, or was it an intentional play on words?
Oh, and just letting y'all know, Emily is going to start her story on a game trail, hunting the biggest, baddest mutant anyone's seen in Borea for a while. Anyone who wants to hop on that train/connect their character's plot to it somehow is hereby invited to do so!
Oh, and just letting y'all know, Emily is going to start her story on a game trail, hunting the biggest, baddest mutant anyone's seen in Borea for a while. Anyone who wants to hop on that train/connect their character's plot to it somehow is hereby invited to do so!
I love our cast already. We're the freaks and geeks of the supervillain world.
So, a wannabe ninja, a magic wrestler, a bored alien, a street criminal with a little too much power, a Lovecraftian nightmare shaped like a girl, a doctor who got fed up with the organ donor list and decided to improvise, an alien runaway, and a generic killbot with a dog all walk into a bar.
They attempt to stick the joint up and get their asses beat.
So, a wannabe ninja, a magic wrestler, a bored alien, a street criminal with a little too much power, a Lovecraftian nightmare shaped like a girl, a doctor who got fed up with the organ donor list and decided to improvise, an alien runaway, and a generic killbot with a dog all walk into a bar.
They attempt to stick the joint up and get their asses beat.
I think it might be fun if they knew each other before the rest of the group - you can PM me if you want to work out the details.
I feel like Lara is an outcast kinda...like Lazlo is her only friend...Someone needs to be friends with Lara. Maybe Nick...Idk, even Johnny would do. Someone has to be able to tolerate the guy. :P
Nick'll totally be Lara's friend. She'd be the one who fixes him up when he hurts himself doing something stupid awesome.
There is not, nor has there ever been, a CS here. Nope. Not at all.
So, no rush, but are we waiting on a few more of the people from earlier in the thread/the interest check, or are we ready to go? I'm rarin' to get started, I think this is going to be very interesting.
Sure, I'll put myself down as interested.
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