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Shining Light: A Time of Heroes Thread 2 - Hopes and Dreams The Prince of Stories!pinkie78OsCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41552420[View All]

#Ask/Invite #Canon: Lost Light Universe #Era: Shining Light #Superheroes #IC

>it is a realm beyond rational knowledge, beyond any mortal concept of space or time

>it is a place with only the vaguest concept of form, ever-changing as if on the whims of an artist
>it is the home to all manner of creatures, great and small, innocent and frightening, all as random and incoherent as the land itself
>it is a place none can reach of their own free will, and yet all have been there
>from the mightiest of overlords, to the most inconsequential of paupers
>from the kindest, to the cruelest, and all in-between
>from the most complicated of beings whose thoughts concern whole galaxies, to the most simple who can just barely form a thought
>and even you have been there before
>you would not recall it very well, for it hangs just on the edges of your memory, but when you fell into a deep sleep, you were there
>for it is the Land of the Dreaming

>like all lands, this one has a creator, and a ruler

>this ruler lives in a castle of his own making, all at once crystalline and stone, spectacular and inviting, while cold and haunting
>in this castle, the ruler governs his land and his people - which includes all those who enter it
>he is a quiet, reclusive ruler - respected, but feared
>for few can understand what goes through his eternal, ageless mind, as his desires are simple, while his dedication to his work is unprecedented
>but what would a being such as him do when there is no work to be done?

>often, he reflects on what he has done, for a being as eternal as he has done very much

>he reflects on love lost, on acts both selfish and selfless, on what it means to engage with mortals whose lives end so quickly, on his presence in their lives and their views of him
>and he often ponders on what his future holds, for even a being as old as he will one day reach his end, and what meaning his actions will have when that time comes
>but for today, he decides to pursue one of his favourite hobbies
>he reads

>in his castle is a most special library

>within its endless halls are every book ever written, from the most popular and largely known, to the most obscure and rarely-seen, and even those forever lost to the sands of time
>it also contains the tomes that will be written, whether as early as tomorrow, or as far away as the end of all things
>and it contains the stories that have never been written, that will never come to be, and remain in the minds of their creators, with pen never having been put to page
>for what is a story but an idea someone first created in their mind?
>and what is an idea but a dream that simply took form?

>in this library, he idly picks up a single book

>it is the second volume of an ongoing tale, its end not yet come to pass
>it is both a simple and complicated story
>it is a tale of heroes and villains, and their opposing ideologies clashing in a never-ending struggle
>it is a tale of love, of life, of growth and learning
>it is a tale of happiness, sorrow, anger, and fear
>it is a tale that has been told many times before, and will be told many times since
>and yet, he reads it all the same, and takes no less enjoyment out of it
>for all stories are precious, and are worth telling and reading, as they all mean something special to someone

>he is the Prince of Stories and Ideas

>he is the ruler of the Land of the Dreaming
>he has gone by many names, but you may know him simply as the Sandman
>and like you, he enjoys a good story
>perhaps you will enjoy this one too


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>relieved that the water wasn't going to spontaneously spawn a monster to eat his toes, Danny soon slipped fully into the pond with a sigh
>he then looked back at Charlotte with a smile as he answered her

It's a date, then!

>then he abruptly dove under the water's depths, disappearing from Charlotte's line of sight

>there was a somewhat-too-long pause from when Danny first went under, with the surface only rippling a little bit to indicate where he might have gone
>then, suddenly


>water shot up from closer to where Surprise was, Danny propelling himself up into the air on a stream of water shooting from his feet

>then, almost as if he was in the Olympics, he flipped backwards and dove back down, splashing back under the surface with another SPLASH

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>surprisingly, that little bit of praise actually got just a little bit of a smile out of Lazzie, along with a self-satisfied little ”hmph” noise

>well, if an actual superhero said she had guts, it just had to be true!
>in fact, Lazzie was pretty sure that superheroes weren’t allowed to ever lie about anything even if they wanted to
>which they obviously wouldn’t, because they’re superheroes

>with that little smirk on her face, Lazzie looked down at her own hands and started slowly counting off on her fingers

I’m thirteen. ‘na half.
>guess she had to remind herself how old she was, as you do
>not that she really looked the age she claimed at all, but.

>the mention of her mom brought Lazzie’s mood back down a bit, almost sounding a little sad

Nah, she helped me take baths ‘n stuff. I just couldn’t take a shower. Too much standing up.

...She used to be nice, I dunno what happened.

>but she didn’t seem to stay down for long, turning back to Mettral with a little bit of hope in her eyes

But you’re a superhero. I know you can help. ‘swhat you guys do.

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>maybe Lazzie was just that small
>she really didn't know, and didn't entirely care either
>she was already regretting how much more complicated this ended up being
>why couldn't she just be a regular orphan that she could drop off one someone else, and get the credit!?
>"She used to be nice, I dunno what happened."
>Mettral looked down at Lazzie, slightly hesitant to ask, but...
How much did your mother change?

Had she been hurting you before you ran away?

>like Lazzie said: she was a superhero

>'swhat she did, at the end of the day

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>Lazzie didn’t really respond for a moment, just staring right back

>honestly, it didn’t really occur to her that in order for the cool superhero lady to help her with her problems, she would have to actually explain the problem first
>and that wasn’t something she was looking forward to
>ugh, shouldn’t superheroes just, like, be able to know that stuff? it’s like their job or something.

I… I dunno.

>she sighed a bit

I used to be really really sick, ever since I was little. I dunno how bad, but I heard mom say “terminal” sometimes, and they only use that on TV if it’s really really bad.

She did a bunch of… doctor stuff? To try to fix it. Some of it…

some of it hurt a lot.

>Lazzie huffed to herself

>she refused to let this get her down, and forced a little bit of… well, not fire back into her eyes
>fire was still too energetic for Lazzie’s sleepy nature
>she had some cinders in her eyes, at least

But ‘mall better now! I can stand up by myself! I don’t even need the chair anymore! I could prob’ly take a shower!

But then mom went friggin’ crazy for no reason. Wouldn’t let me go nowhere, she kept talkin’ ‘bout it being dangerous and I’d get hurt and whatever. She started lockin’ me in my room all day and wouldn’t let me do anything.

>as she talked, Lazzie’s tone got more blatantly irritable, it was clear her temper was rising just talking about this

So I broke the wall and left. And I’m not goin’ home.
‘Swhy I like the tent more. Don’t gotta see a ceiling when I wake up ever again.

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>Mettral kept herself quiet to let Lazzie get it out of her at her own pace
>"I used to be really really sick..."
<"Used to? This is how you look when not sick!?"
>"I heard my mom say 'terminal' sometimes..."
<"Oh... well, now I just feel like a dick..."
>"She did a bunch of... doctor stuff?"
<"Her mom's a doctor then? Or some quack who thinks she is one..."
<"Oh God, don't tell me it's an anti-vaxxer or some shit like that. I was hoping I could live life without ever coming across one of those peop-"
>"Some of it hurt a lot."
>Mettral felt something tug hard at her heart
>a very unfamiliar sensation; at least when it had to do with anything but herself
>something about how quiet Lazzie sounded there just caused her hairs to frizzle in... not anger, but definitely some annoyance
>"She started lockin' me in my room all day."
>completely missing the comment about breaking a wall, Mettral huffed loudly to make her displeasure known
Sounds to me like you did the right thing!

What self-respecting mother would lock up their children like that!?

You've been living on your own for five whole months; seems pretty clear whatever "terminal illness" you had was grossly exaggerated!

You seem more alive than some slackers I could point to back in my neighborhood, fer cryin' out loud!

>she looked down at Lazzie, tempers clearly flying high after that story

Damn right you're not going home!

I'm taking you to a proper hospital! Hell, we might not even need that!
<"No, we definitely should."
OK, scratch that; hospital first! Just to be 100% sure you're fine and healthy.

But I'm pretty sure you are, so after that, we can get you in the hands of the proper authorities, and find you a good home that'll let you actually be a kid! Not some wackjob's science experiment!

>she huffed again, grumbling loudly to herself

The nerve of some people that just shouldn't even be parents in the first place who do they think they are treating their kids like that it just pissed me off if I could just get ten minutes alone with 'em-!!

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>Lazzie got a bit of a self-satisfied little grin at Mettral’s support, just glad to hear that someone understands that she made the right call

>the bit about her illness being exaggerated could do with some correction, but before she had the chance –

>”...we can get you in the hands of the proper authorities, and find you a good home that'll let you actually be a kid!”


>Lazzie’s voice came out a lot harsher and more forcefully than before, at least enough to make it clear that this wasn’t a good button to push

I just said I like the tent more! I don’t wanna see ‘nother friggin’ ceiling in my –! In my –!

>Lazzie slowly trailed off, her temper settling back down just as quickly as it started to flare up

>she sighed a little, but didn’t try to speak again for a long moment

...I’ve never been outside before. I was too sick, don’t think it was ‘xagerated. Ever since I was little, I had to stay inside all the time. Mom says I had a hard time running. ‘n then I couldn’t run at all. ‘n then I couldn’t stand up for too long. ‘n then I needed to start using the chair.

>Lazzie averted her eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the memory

… last year I couldn’t use the chair anymore. All I could do was lay in bed and watch TV and call mom when I was hungry or bored or hurt too much.

>but her tone picked right back up to its usual cozy monotone

Doesn’t matter though. Even though the doctor stuff hurt, I’m all better now. I’m really strong ‘n I can stand up all day ‘n I don’t need nobody to do nothin’ for me. I don’t wanna go back to a room again.
>she brought her eyes back to Mettral
>and suddenly, she seemed to all but entirely forget about the whole serious dramatic conversation they were having here in the first place

‘Sides, you promised food first.

>Lazzie truly had her sights set on what was most important

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>Mettral had to hold back some primitive part of her brain from reacting on instinct
>that word was not one she reacted favorably under many circumstances
>nobody tells Mettral "NO" and gets away with it, but...
<"Don't go getting yourself into a fistfight with a thirteen year old, Mettral."
<"Not after last time."

>Mettral bit her own lip to prevent any comments from escaping her, allowing Lazzie to continue at her own pace

>she still wasn't sure if her mother's "doctor stuff" actually had any effect; wouldn't her mother just let her walk around normally afterwards if she managed to heal her?
>that woman still sounded like some kook, and it seemed much more likely Lazzie simply got better on her own somehow

>"'Sides, you promised food first."

<"Crap, I was hoping she forgot that..."
R-Right... food first, then hospital.

>she looked back at Lazzie

And having a family doesn't mean having a ceiling over your head, you know?

We could try and find you someone who lives out in the wilderness, or travels a lot! You get to use your tent as many times as you want in all sorts of new places!

<"Or just leave the kid to her own devices; why not? I turned out fine on my own!"

<"Then again, New Riviere and San Fransokyo are pretty different from one another..."

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>”R-Right... food first, then hospital.”

>Lazzie wordlessly nodded and resumed walking in a foodward direction
>though she still had no intention of actually going to the hospital, but she’d cross that bridge when she came to it

>but Mettral kept talking, and Lazzie froze midstep as she thought over what she was saying

>even with her newfound freedom, the thought of actually going out into the wilderness or traveling had just… never really occurred to her
>it was a more tempting thought than Lazzie expected
>but the other part
>did she… want a family?
>...she thought she did
>she never got to know her dad, but she always really liked mom (until she went crazy, at least)
>she had never considered the possibility of just… replacing them with a new family, and she wasn’t sure how to really feel about the thought

I… uh.

...I’ll think about it.

>the rest of the walk was pretty uneventful, with Lazzie proving to not be very much of a conversationalist

>she did tend to think out loud about a lot of the things that they passed on their way, but rarely seemed to care much about any deeper discussion
>it did give a closer look into Lazzie’s weird, sheltered mindset though
>like that part where she saw an ad on a billboard as they passed and bluntly asked Mettral what “gentleman’s club” meant


S’what’s bein’ a superhero like?
>Lazzie had insisted on sitting at one of the outdoor tables next to the cheap shitty plastic playground that probably hadn’t been cleaned in decades
>even though clouds were starting to form again, and it seemed like New Riviere was due to get it’s daily dose of gritty dramatic rain, she refused to be swayed
>guess she really did have a thing about having a roof over her head
>well, at least the table had an umbrella

>Lazzie herself had taken a brief break from ferally tearing into a cheap greasy cheeseburger that looked downright massive in her grubby little gremlin hands to get to know her new friend a little better

>she wasn’t at all subtle about tracing her eyes all over Mettral’s costume in a way that would’ve been creepy coming from anyone less young and naive, and her voice almost sounded actually a little excited
>after all, when you’re stuck in bed all day with nobody to keep you company but your TV, the world of colorful costumed superpowered vigilantism makes for a pretty compelling bit of escapism

You ever, like, punch someone so hard their head blew up like Spider-Man that one time?

...that happened, right? did I dream that one?

Actually, what kinda superpowers d’ya got anyway? Somethin’ cool, right?

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>"S'what's bein' a superhero like?"
>Mettral blinked, though she knew she probably shouldn't be surprised by that question
>she poked a bit at her salad, having eschewed from the grease-in-patty-shape burgers of the place
>that was probably a harder question to answer than it should have been for her
>she had to set an example or something here, didn't she?
>more importantly, she needed to say something cool
Well... it's not all "bombastic adventure" and glitter, I can tell ya that.

Bein' a superhero is hard, dangerous, sometimes thankless work. It's work you start out with the hope that, someday, you won't be needed anymore...
<"Oh, that's a good one! Need to write it down later~"
But until then, you keep doin' it. Not because of the glamor, or the paycheck; when you get just one "thank you" from someone you've helped, you know exactly why you started it.
<"Not bad, but could use some work. needs to be shorter; more merchandiseable and catchphrase-y! Something to work on later."

>"You ever, like, punch someone so hard their head blew up like Spider-Man that one time?"

<"The fuck's going on with those New York heroes!?"
>Mettral blinked, clearly taken by surprise, right before:
>"What kinda superpowers d'ya got anyway?"
>oh good, an easy question!

>Mettral put on a cocky little grin, the conversation going somewhere she was far more happy to talk about: herself!

Weeeell, you could say it's pretty cool!

I may not seem like much most of the time; sure, I've got above average strength, speed, reflexes, but that's pretty standard nowadays!

But I've got somethin' up my sleeve~! Haven't actually had the chance of using it yet, so I'm still waitin' on my big debut!

>she leaned in slightly, her tone lowering a bit as if telling Lazzie a very important secret

Truth is: I can grow into a giant!
>she held up her arms, playfully flexing for emphasis
It boosts up all of my strength and speed, and makes me invincible!

From the lowest of street crooks, to the most devastating of kaiju from outer space; Hell's Guardian METTRAL is always ready to kick evil butt!

>then there was a pause

>before she huffed and went back to poking at her lame salad, grumbling:
Of course, I just had to pick the city guarded by an Ultra of all things, so my niche was practically filled up as it is... and with all the red tape involved around giant heroes having just one in a city is a big enough headache let alone two so I'd just be making things harder on myself if I got involved but how the heck else are you supposed to compete with an Ultra anyway...

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>Lazzie listened patiently and surprisingly attentively through Mettral’s little speech

>fortunately, she was young and naive enough to completely fail to realize how shallow and materialistic the thoughts behind it were
>that dumb adult shit didn’t matter; she was meeting an actual superhero
>even if it wasn’t one she’d ever actually heard of, she was still a superhero and that was still cool

>she even actually smiled a little when she got on to describing her powers!

>that last part went over her head though, considering she had absolutely no damn idea what an “ultra” was
I always thought being able to see stuff from high up was super cool, but I only ever really thought about flying, ‘cause I like birds. But just being really really talk sounds cool too.

I bet everyone looks like bugs from up there, and you could just, like, sit around and watch them do people-bug stuff. That’d be cool too.

>Lazzie trailed off and stared into space for a moment

>then blinked her way back into the moment, something just occurring to her

Oh, I can do somethin’ too. ‘snot as cool as your thing, but…
>setting her food down on its cheap plastic tray, Lazzie raised her hands to each side of her head, firmly taking hold of her own skull, and -
>with an only slightly-disgusting wet noise, Lazzie’s head severed clear from her body
>not that it made her stop blinking, or made her body stop moving
>her now headless body didn’t bother with a lot of theatrics, just calmly placing the severed head on the table next to her food, a pretty substantial amoung of blood leaking from the neck-stump and onto the table
>but curiously, it didn’t seem to be making much of a mess; as soon as the blood settled on the plastic, it disappeared just as fast, as if it were instantly drying up into thin air without so much as a stain on the table

>Lazzie kept talking as her headless body busied itself with shoving more fries into her bodiless head’s mouth

I can do it with all’a my other parts too, but I only really do it with the head ‘cause tryin’a get my arms or my legs back on with my clothes on sucks a lot.

>the most important question raised by all of this was obvious

>how was she still eating with her head off?
>like, even when she swallowed the fries, they didn’t seem to just fall out of her neck-hole and into the pool of endless blood
>so where the hell was it going??

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>this was no doubt going to be a difficult task ahead of him
>eliminating a pesky superhero before she got too close to their operation was always a tricky situation, even if they'd set things up just right
>going after her before she became a big name, thus decreasing the amount of attention
>attacking her outside of San Fransokyo's borders, which lessened the connection this had to them
>sending him was a bonus too, as not only would he be more than a match for some rookie upstart, but if he drew too much attention to himself, he had ways of escaping easily
>still, the fact that she was still unknown just meant it would be easier for her to surprise him, which was always a bad thing
>so he'd have to make his presence known and eliminate her soon

>as such, as Mettral and Lazzie were talking, he started to walk over to where they were sitting, just acting like an ordinary person strolling by

>even so, he was already reaching into his sleeve, pulling out the mutated-looking USB drive that was his power source
>he was itching to put it in, to feel that rush of energy, the power
>just a few steps closer, he'd put it in, he'd blindside her before she was ready-



>and then he stopped when he saw the kid just reach up and pull her head off of her body, complete with sticky squelching sounds and blood aplenty

>worse, she was still talking and eating like it was a totally normal thing
>despite knowing he had a job to do, he couldn't help himself

That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.

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>that "cool" gave Mettral that rush of validation she'd been looking for all day
>after all, her words weren't entirely bogus: even if she only had one fan, she'd milk their admiration for all it was worth!
>"Oh, I can do somethin' too."
>does she mean some cheap magic trick or-
>no, she meant "ripping out her own head and place it on the table"
>Mettral was left speechless for once, staring between Lazzie's head and the red stump that was now her neck

>obviously she wasn't going to freak out

>obviously this kid just had a quirky and... really, really, REALLY gross power
>it clearly didn't hurt her, and that's what was important
>Mettral placed down her fork, pushing her salad aside
>all of a sudden, she'd pretty much lost all of her appetite
>"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen."
>she heard someone comment behind her

L-Lazzie, that's great and all, but you should really put your head back on!

People are trying to enjoy their meals-
S-So you have to be mindful of that!

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>Lazzie’s head just stared back at Mettral for a moment, expression unreadable

>she wasn’t really expecting much excitement over her demonstration anyways
>sure, being able to take yourself apart whenever you want is cool and all, but what’s cooler than being really tall?
>many things, probably, but none that Lazzie’s vacant little brain could come up with right this second
>besides, that vacancy was about to be filled with something entirely different

>”That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen.”

>Lazzie visibly twitched in her seat and froze in place for a moment
>then, in a move that would be way less intimidating if it weren’t coming from a headless corpse, slowly rose to her feet, roughly grabbing her severed head by the hair and lifting it up to stare at the passing sketchy rando
>a low, unpleasant noise somewhere between an animalistic growl and a sticky gurgle came from her throat as she glared daggers and bared her weirdly shiny teeth

Who the fuck you callin’ “disgusting”, you –
>her normally dull voice was quickly picking up, right alongside her surprisingly violent temper
>it was immediately obvious that if someone didn’t interrupt soon, Lazzie might do something rash and/or bitey

>”L-Lazzie, that's great and all, but you should really put your head back on!”

>fortunately, that did the trick
>Lazzie shifted her head in her grip, turning her bitter glare towards Mettral
>and slowly, the anger faded away, leaving only the placid weird corpse child she’d had the chance to get used to by now
>she still spared one last dirty look towards the weirdo, but begrudgingly sat back down regardless
>once seated, she mercifully replaced her head with another thoroughly unpleasant noise as the flesh seemed to instantly knit itself back together

>with the confrontation averted for now, Lazzie returned her attention back to more pressing matters

>like shoving another massive chunk of debatably-real beef into her terrifying gaping maw
>but out of the corner of her eye, she finally noticed that Mettral had set her food aside
>and proceeded to ignore all good etiquette to talk with her mouth full

Y’nah hngrhih?

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>and then the decapitated girl picked up her head and turned it to face him
>completely ignoring what she actually had to say, the rather out-of-place figure was now faced with a decision to make
>try and redirect attention to his intended target, or just resort to the sheer uncanny horror that was gripping him and make a run for it
>as tempting as that was, the thought was quickly dispersed with further thought
>what did he have to worry about from some brat that could pull herself apart in gory fashion and happened to have razor sharp teeth?
>he was one of Howard Connections' most valuable assets!
>he had one of the most powerful Gaia Memories on the market!
>if he could defeat Mettral - which he could - then some half-pint would be no trouble at all!
>and now he realized he was wasting his time dwelling on this, he had a job to do
>so after Lazzie stopped focusing on him, he turned to Mettral and cleared his throat

Right, now that that's out of the way...

Mettral, you've been making too much of a stink lately. Busting Dopant cases left and right...

I'm afraid you're going to have to die here.

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>Mettral let out a quiet sigh as Lazzie quickly calmed down
>not that she blamed the kid for getting angry... but she also couldn't blame the guy for reacting the way he did
>"Y'nah hngrhih?"
>good thing she was well-versed in "stuff mouth" speak
>she reached down, shoving her salad towards Lazzie
I've had all I could eat, yeah.

You can finish it for me. Growing girls need their greens too, not just grease!
>she gave Lazzie a small but friendly smirk
<"I'm starting to like this-"
<"Still... I wonder how different things would've been if I had kept-"
>Mettral blinked, not expecting to hear her name spoken out loud like that
>had her fame actually made her way over to New Riviere already!?

>"Busting Dopant cases left and right..."

>her fame had TOTALLY made its way over here!
>well, now she had to make sure her adoring fan received the attention he-
>"I'm afraid you're going to have to die here."
>he wasn't a fan
<"He's... my first nemesis...!?"
>Mettral's head snapped to the side to look over the imposing man standing nearby
>but rather than something sensible like "shock" or "seriousness" being stamped on her face...
>instead, there was a wide, excited smile from ear to ear



>Mettral took in a deep breath, pushing herself onto her feet rather calmly (even if the manic Cheshire-like grin was still stuck on her face)

>she quickly aimed a finger at him
And so, the denizens of the sewers finally crawl out from their hole; isn't that so!

I must admit, revealing yourself to me like this show you have more guts than most lowly criminal scum! It's actually quite commendable!

>lowering her arm, she placed her hands on her hips

But I take it you're not the Big Man In Charge of the whole operation, are ya? Just one of his evil pawns, yes?

That you chose such a path for yourself is unfortunate, but it isn't too late for you yet!
>she held out her hand towards him
We do not need to fight! Surrender yourself, and help bring Justice to those who are really pulling the strings!

I, Hell's Guardian Angel METTRAL, am a bottomless well of forgiveness! Let me show you salvation!

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>that was not the reaction this man was expecting, nor did he really buy into it

>this lady sure loved the sound of her own voice, didn't she?
>he mostly just tuned out what else she had to say, right up until the offer was made for him to switch sides
>which he pretended to contemplate for a second, before holding up the mutant USB with a smile

Sorry, but this is just too much fun.

>with that, he suddenly whipped the coat he was wearing off of his shoulders and threw it behind him, exposing his bare chest

>as well as the strange tattoo right in the center of it, which looked like a USB slot
>he tapped the button on the Gaia Memory, a distorted voice crying out from it


>he then turned the Memory towards the tattoo, pushing it right into the center

>the area glowed a fiery red, as the Memory sank into the assassin's skin


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>flames burst out from the assailant's body as he let out an ecstatic cry, the rush of energy bringing a mad smile to his face
>which quickly disappeared as the flames masked his body from sight
>behind him, the flames rose, sending anyone close by into a panic and swiftly abandoning the playground where the fight was set to take place
>the flames then took the shape of a large bird, the wings spreading out wide as the head craned up, and it somehow let out a sonorous call of its own
>then the fiery bird dove down onto the body, exploding into a collection of fiery feathers that dissipated in the air, as the Dopant's body was now fully visible
>he sighed and tilted his neck back and forth, seemingly stretching his muscles

God, this feels good...

>then, suddenly, he ran right at Mettral, swinging a burning fist right at her face

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>Mettral didn't really look heartbroken at his refusal to stand down
>she gets a big climactic battle at sundown with a flashy supervillain; she was sure to get more attention like this!
>...if only they were in a cooler place to fight than a fucking greasy burger joint's playgrou-
>hoooly crap that was a lot of fire
>she'd grown used to these Dopant transformations, but she'd never seen one that flashy before!
<"I wish I had something that flashy for my entrance..."
>this guy was serious business... so she'd only look cooler by beating him up!
>now was the time for a grand-
<"Wait- fuck- SHIT! THE KID!"
>Mettral quickly looked behind her to shout at the sickly girl:
Lazzie, quick! Go somewhere-
>before she could really finish that sentence, Phoenix's flaming fist collided hard against her jaw
>Mettral didn't so much stumble, but was launched back and over the table, crumbling on the pavement in an awkward landing
>punching Mettral would have still felt like ramming your fist right into a solid brick wall, but since she wasn't attached to the floor or anything, she was still fairly easy to swing around

>with a low groan, she slowly pushed herself onto her knees

>she was dazed, but not yet out
>just... needing a few seconds to catch her bearings, that's all!

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>Lazzie just nodded along and scooted the salad next to her tray, unaware of the conflict brewing inside Mettral’s brain

>not like she was gonna object to more free food like some kinda idiot, anyway
>but more importantly, why the fuck was this dude still bothering them? Lazzie’s temper was starting to creep back in, but before she could do anything rash -

>”I, Hell's Guardian Angel METTRAL, am a bottomless well of forgiveness! Let me show you salvation!”

holy shit.

>was she about to see an actual no-for-real superhero vs supervillain fight oh my god

>Lazzie slowly stood up from her seat with an excited grin forming on her face
>her mind was already racing with what kinda cool stuff Mettral might do to kick this fiery dork’s a-

>...wait, what?

>why was Mettral laying on the ground next to her all of a sudden?
>did she just… take that?
>Lazzie’s mind was always a little slow to start, so she could only stare in confusion for a few moments before she finally got the memo on what Mettral had said
>she was telling her to run.
>she was looking out for Lazzie’s safety, like a superhero should
>and this total dick just cold-cocked her mid-sentence while she was doing her cool superhero things.

>Lazzie’s temper started getting the better of her again

>again, she bared her teeth and glared daggers at the Dopant
>and proceeded to totally ignore Mettral’s advice by stomping directly forward into danger

Hey ASSHOLE! Anyone ever tell ya not to interrupt, or do ya just gotta get cheap shots wherever you can ’cause you’re too pussy to fight fair?!

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>the Dopant heard Lazzie start shouting at him, much to his growing annoyance
>he hadn't been informed that some noisy brat was going to be hanging around Mettral, and the temptation to give her a hard smack was growing by the second
>for now though, he simply shrugged at her accusation and responded in a dispassionate tone

She should've dodged it.

Don't get mad at me 'cause your hero sucks.

>to follow this train of thought, he turned his attention back to Mettral, only to jog a couple steps closer
>then he reared a foot back and swung it right at her ribs, as if he was punting a football

What's the matter, "hero"?!

I was told you were a big deal! Is this all you've got?! Come on!

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>of course Lazzie wouldn't run
>why did so many kids not fucking RUN when you just told them to!
>now she had to-
>"Don't get mad at me 'cause your hero sucks."
>"'Cause your hero sucks."
>"Your hero sucks."

>the punt to Mettral's ribs brought out a light choking sound, the hero being swatted aside yet again

>she wheezed slightly to get some air back into her lungs, quickly rolling onto all fours again
gahck... huff...

Y-Y'know...what sucks...? Most cities have really-...really small spaces between buildings...

>she raised her head, showing a very curious grin stretched over her face

But New Riviere? Well, this is Labor country!

BIG streets for BIG robots, y'feel me!?
>the woman's body began glowing with a very faint pale-yellow aura
Y'heard I was a big deal...?
>all of a sudden, Mettral seemed to have grown just a bit larger...
You have no idea-!
>again, her size seemed to increase
>as Mettral stood back up onto her feet, she was now in her favorite position of all: looking down on everyone around her
>at about 15-to-20 feet, this was on the lower side of the heights she could reach, but it was the most manageable
>that could be considered her kryptonite: she grew giant; her stomach grew giant; but the food inside of her did not
>growing upwards to 40 or 50 feet made it difficult to move around from all the hunger pains for very long
>but for this, she'd just finished eating, and she hadn't grown very tall, so she had plenty of time to teach this asshole a lesson!
>hopefully no one was around to film that swear word...

>the larger-than-average Mettral reared her foot back, looking to repay the favor of that kick to her ribs

>but despite what conventional physics might try to tell you, Mettral was in no way slow on that punt
>it charged at Phoenix like a compact car driving at full speed!

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>STAR Academy's library was a surprisingly modest location in the technologically advanced school

>no fancy mechanisms, holographs; just the same shelves lined up with various books you'd expect to see in any library
>of course, that's not to say the library was devoid of STAR's impressive technology, as its computers were remarkably high-grade, but beyond that, the library was one of the less "extra" locations on campus, despite being fairly big
>for anyone looking for some peace and quiet, the library was the right place to come to, be it to study, or just catch up on your sleep

>Bramley Braze was a common face around the library for such reasons

>the slower-paced world inside of it suited him just fine, giving his faint heart some rest from all the noise that existed in the more populated common areas
>in the library, he could move as slowly as he wanted to, and knew everyone else would be as quiet as he was
>because nobody dared try to mess with the school librarian

>as Summer drew increasingly stronger, there was another benefit to the library: it was very chilly

>this did make it a bit more populated around this time of the year, but as long as the sanctity of silence was unperturbed, he wasn't going to grumble about it

>sitting on one of the comfy chairs strewn about, somewhat towards a lonely corner, Bram sat with book in hand and earbuds on to properly tune out the rest of the world around him

>one could be forgiven not to recognize Bram that day, as while the sickly paleness and bony body were definitely normal, the lack of any flashy skin-revealing outfits, makeup or hair dye seemed to turn Bram into an entirely different person
>the last "adventure" without putting on his face hadn't necessarily made Bram appreciate his natural self any better, but it did show most people just ignored him anyway instead of scream in disgust at the walking corpse
>so with the weather picking up, and Bram being in almost no way capable of taking the heat, he had very little patience to go through all the work and apply his "face"
>just some blush to put a fraction of color on his face and hide most of the dark rings around his eyes
>other than that, he buried himself in one of Lance's hoodies he so generously lent him, coupled with an uncharacteristically lengthy skirt, being about as nestled in place as he could without a snuggie

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>While Bram enjoyed a book and some music in peace, a pair of leering eyes gazed at him from behind one of the many towering rows of books in the biology section.


>To the untrained eye, Dr.Underkoffer's the slightly sinister smile and chilling chuckles as she strategically removed books to create a window to view her quarry looked like nothing more then an ill omen of an upcoming pop quiz in her class. And that's just how the doctor liked it. She could stalk admire her wonderful Bramy-Hammy from afar without anyone really taking notice, as she was a teacher who regularly frequented the library herself to obtain material for both her classes and her own personal research. She too, after all, liked the cool temperature and silence of the massive room made it not unlike the tombs she use to call home... minus the small of death and way too much air fresheners, and was a common sight herself recently.

>Which in no why coincided with the fact Bramy-Hammy was also here. Not at all.

Ha... I wonder what he's listening too... I simply have to know what all his tastes are~

>Her intentions were mundane and pure and solely focused on academics. No one at all, ESPECIALLY SURPRISE, needed to pay any attention to her and destroy this perfect little moment she was having. ...though she would like to get closer to the handsome young man, perhaps even actually hold an extended conversation with him!

no no, I couldn't... my heart would either explode or I'd be too tempted to... Eeeeeee~ I can't even think about without blushing~!

>One day, hopefully in time for graduation, she'd be able to do it. And then Bramy-Hammy would be...


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>the Dopant wasn't too impressed as Mettral started to respond to him, even as he graciously waited for her to finish this time
>it didn't matter what heroic speech she had, clearly this was going to be a cakewalk
>he wasn't sure why she was considered a problem by Howard Connections, she actually seemed pretty weak
>but maybe it was just to nip a potential issue in the bud, which worked fine for him
>still, he was starting to wish she'd hurry up and get on her feet so he could-

<"Wait, she wasn't that big a minute ago..."

>slowly but surely it dawned on him what was happening, as Mettral grew in size to a point that no normal human should be able to achieve

>and it wasn't long before he was staring up at a King Kong-sized woman, grinning down at him like the cat that swallowed the canary
>or, in this case, possibly him

...oh shi-


>instead, he was swiftly kicked in the chest and sent flying through the air, over the heads of any onlookers still lingering around

>he flew over the roof of the little restaurant they had stopped at, landing with a CRASH in the pavement across the street, the sidewalk cracking a bit upon impact

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>tempting fate was a dangerous thing
>luckily for Mallory, fate wasn't paying enough attention to send a hurricane named Surprise her way
Professor Underkoffer, you are digging awfully deep into the library's shelves.

Do you require help in finding any desired book or information?

>the smooth yet slightly robotic voice approached Mallory with uncanny stealth, even in the quietness of the library

>the current librarian was a stunner in every sense of the word (literally; she had various stun weapons installed and ready for use), and difficult to miss even among the eclectic STAR staff
>her story was a familiar tale on campus: a weapon of war and destruction, rescued from a fate they never chose, and offered a new chance at a free life
>for the gynoid that would become known as "Bo Peep", that freedom came in the form of painstaking archival and organizing of anything she could get her hands on
>this helped maker her a slight jack-of-most-trades on the bureaucratic department, and not only would she handle the library, but also lend her assistance in dealing with various forms throughout campus
>a role she happily accepted; Bo liked to keep herself busy after all

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>Mettral let out a long exhale as she saw Phoenix fly away, but she knew it wasn't going to be that easy
>she shouted (well, she was actually talking normally, but extreme size differences and all), already starting to move
>Mettral let herself grow back down a few do-domm's, but still kept herself taller than Phoenix
>and as she approached the crashed Dopant , naturally she wouldn't just keep her mouth shut
Don't say I didn't give you a chance!

My well of forgiveness may be bottomless, but it's a one time offer!
>she brought a hand over her fist, cracking her knuckles
Now, you're gonna get a drink from another well! The Well of PAIN!

Hell's Angel, METTRAL-
>she swung her arm, aiming one finger forward at Phoenix while striking a basic but theatrical pose
-is here to punish you!

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>The smooth voice right getting Mallory's attention was like a crack of thunder in the quiet surroundings, causing the teacher to jolt rather dramatically as she turned the faced the source with a look on her face that suggested Bo Peep had caught her with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

Ah! Oh, Bo Peep! I- uh--

>Mallory took a quick a moment as possible to compose herself to put on her mask of cool aloofness before she spoke in a dry almost bored tone. All while trying to not bring attention to the fact that the gap shelf she was standing next to perfectly framed Bramley sitting at a corner in the distance.

No Bo Peep, I'm just making a list of books I can recommend my students for upcoming projects. Totally mundane boring stuff, as is the life of a teacher of human anatomy and medical practices...

>Nailed it.

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>Mallory's surprise wasn't registered at all in Bo Peep's expression
>she merely coldly stared (if... she even had eyes to stare?) at the good doctor and allowed her to finish her airtight excuse
>which, for better or worse, Bo Peep would seem to take at face value
You are aware you can access the full listing of every book and film available in the library through the school's platform, yes?

There's no need to come here in person and comb through the shelves manually... especially no need to throw off the orderly fashion in which those shelves have been arranged.

>Bo Peep didn't like to show annoyance in her voice
>unfortunately for her, she wasn't very good at hiding that
>she approached the shelves, already primed to close the small window Mallory had created for herself
>but visibly paused, noticing how well-positioned the "window" was towards one of the occupied chairs
>she turned her head to glance at Mallory
...Professor, were you, by any chance, spying on that individual?

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>NO! She was poking holes into her perfectly crafted excuse! Why wouldn't people just take her blatant lies as face value and leave her be!? Cracks formed in her brittle mask as Bo Peep easily dismantled her reason for yanking books off the shelf.

T-ture, but I prefer to hold the physical books in my had. It's a force of habit! It's hard to run the cable down into a catacomb and necromancers have to make due! I still don't even know how to open my school email--

>Then the last thing Mallory wanted to happen happened, Bo Peep had deduced what she was actually doing. Damn robot people and their computery bits! No flesh and blood person would have been so perceptive and she would have gotten away with it! But now the cat was out of the box full of poison gas and she was put on the spot.

It's Doctor-- I mean I... uh... well, that is...

>Reflexively correcting Bo Peep aside, she was now put on the spot.

>If there was one thing Mallory was horrible at, it was lying. Denials, half-truths, embellishments, and convincing fabrications were something she had no skill in. So all she could do was allow the faintest hint of a blush to bloom on her cheeks while looking away from from the other woman.

Maybe I was...
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>for many, such a confession could make the current situation rather blatantly obvious
>luckily for Mallory, Bo Peep was not "many"
Does this have to do with your medicine studies?
>she calmly asked
The subject does seem to be in dire need of medical attention...
>still not excuse to mess up her library!
>Bo Peep quickly set to covering up the window, and placing every book in its correct location
I apologize if I interrupted any serious work, Professor.

Perhaps you would require some assistance with this instead? I have been installed with a few medical routines, in the off chance your services or Professor Ofelia's are unavailable.

I am also capable of searching various databases for any medical information you may require.

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>YES!! Bo Peep didn't actually connect the dots! Bless Robot people and their computery bits! A Flesh and blood person would have not been so oblivious to the implications of what she was doing! Good good, she can spin this to her advantage! Make it about a medical study instead of stalking simple admiration.

It's Doctor-- And why yes this is something of a medical study... You see, dear Brammy-Ha-- ahem, Bramly has a terminal condition that makes him quite frail and prone to bouts of illness. So I was observing him to see how frequently those incidents occur!

>Growing so very bold as to think that this'd be the chance to worm her way into the sickly young man's stressed little heart, Mallory decided to take up Bo Peep's offer for assitance, though in a different way then she intended.

Well actually my research is incomplete and in order to complete it I'd need to observe the boy in an environment outside of school grounds. And up close. Say together at a restaurant or at the movies? Yes yes, then I can see him up close and personal... hehehehe~♥

>...perhaps she was getting a little too bold.

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>the Dopant groaned as Mettral approached him, as he slowly sat himself up in the small crater that had formed from his impact
>but strangely enough, he didn't seem too worried by the threats she was making
>if anything, he sounded amused when he spoke again

Man, you just never stop talking, do you...?

>he began to stand, slowly moving to his feet, as composed as he could be

Didn't you get the memo?

>he rotated his neck, then took a step back

Actions speak louder than words!

>he then leapt forward, swinging a flaming roundhouse kick at Mettral's head

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>this time, fully aware of the incoming attack, Mettral was able to lift both arms up and block the roundhouse kick
>the flames were a nuisance, but nothing she couldn't stomach for the moment
>talking trash was way more important than some burns
The only people who say that are walking voids of charisma who couldn't even carry a fifth-grade play!

>one of her hands faced Phoenix's leg, and reached down to grab a hold of his ankle before he could retract his foot






>she yanked on Phoenix's leg, looking to swing him through the air, before slamming in down against the pavement

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>there was a long stretch of silence
>the kind of silence that normally indicated Mallory had swung a bit too hard, and ended up hitting herself in the face with her own bat
>but the fates did smile upon Mallory on that day, as Bo Peep had a knack of missing the blatantly obvious in favor of the blunt statements provided
Proper study of a subject often requires data of them in their natural habitat and routine; understood.

I believe I can be of assistance to you, Professor.

>she held up both her hands at shoulder-height, palms facing Mallory

>the exact reason for this quirk was never quite deciphered, and had been labeled as "that thing Bo Peep does when she's helping you"
Subject: Bramley Braze.

Extensive records of Subject are available in the STAR Database, from school records to medical files.

Son of Tamara Braze, only living parent. Siblings, Pamela and Samuel. Currently resides in Metropolis.

Student ID usage indicates travels outside of the campus are rare, except for the weekends.

Do you wish for me to search through his library records and discover patterns in movie and/or book genre preferences?

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>the Dopant was left hopping on one foot as Mettral held him in place, actually growing more annoyed as she took the time to bellow more threats at him
>and that annoyance was only multiplied by how loud she was
>at one point he actually covered the spaces on his head where his ears would be, as if out of simple reflex

If you're trying to beat me by making me go deaf, it-WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

>he was cut off by Mettral swinging him through the air like a rag doll, only to slam him back down onto the pavement

>the blow dazed him all over again, but this time he reacted instinctively, swinging his free leg out just to kick at whatever part of Mettral was closest

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>Oh wow, this was going far better then she had hoped! Now she didn't need to spend all night dusting for Brammy-Hammy's finger prints on the books!

Yes, that would be very helpful. Thank you Bo Peep.

>She was curious about what his interest's would even be honestly. She'd never really gotten as far into knowing him as she'd liked given she had a job to do that took up most of her time.

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>Phoenix's foot struck Mettral square in the face, but this did little to force her back
>her hand remained tightly around his ankle, and Phoenix would soon find himself going for another spin
>dragging the Dopant in a wide circle along the floor, Mettral yanked on his leg to once again force him into the air
>with the aid of the swing's momentum, she looked to slam his face-first into the floor this time

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>Bo Peep nodded, lowering her arms but keeping one of them held out
>a large hologram screen appeared from just above her wrist, information passing through it far faster than the average human eye could comprehend
>Bo Peep's library records were extensive and neatly organized, so it didn't take long for her to discover the right information
Subject has checked out a decent variety of books since his entry into STAR Academy.

Many of these have been practical: cooking books; DIY; magic tricks... drawing and color theory are his most often requested.

For fiction, Subject appears to prefer Horror for a theme. In total, the number of checked out items that are in some way related to that theme make up the bulk of the list.

Particularly. imported movies from Japan and Korea. His most recent check out was titled "The Cable In The Wall", an obscure movie with an average critic rating yet high user rating on popular aggregate sites.

>she looked away from the hologram, and at Mallory

If you wish, I could search for popular movies within the Horror category currently airing in Metropolis theaters that fit as many categories from those Subject Braze appears to enjoy in his movies.

Subject has a school blog where seems to routinely post his thoughts on such items; I can cross-reference these reviews with those of popular current movies to discover the likeliest ones he would enjoy.

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>the Dopant was clearly not used to being manhandled like this, nor his assault not having that much of an effect
>thankfully for him, he was starting to get used to this treatment, and this gave him the means to form a quick plan
>as such, when he was swung around again and thrown towards the ground, he threw his hands out as flames engulfed them
>his hands dug into the pavement, stopping his momentum and preventing a full-frontal face-smashing
>then, in a matter of seconds, the concrete he was grabbing melted down into a liquid state, with steam rising off of the ground while this happened
>and with that done, he spun his body and threw a handful of molten-hot concrete right at Mettral's face

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>unfortunately for Phoenix, that strategy didn’t really work out

>his attack still hit, sure, just not what he meant for it to
>rather than melting Mettral’s pretty face off her skull, he instead ended up nailing an exceptionally furious tween square in the chest
>not that that was doing much to stop her

>surprisingly, despite her sluggish and sleepy demeanor, Lazzie was apparently totally capable of scrambling right up Mettral’s back like a jungle gym (even at her current size), taking a grand leap off of her shoulders, and throwing her entire weight square onto Phoenix’s chest

>normally this wouldn’t be a problem
>but it turned out that Lazzie was way fucking heavier than she looked
>sure, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as Mettral’s, quote, “big fuckin’ deal” moment, but it was still enough to knock the wind out of you for a second

>it took her a second to realize that she had even been hit, or that, y’know

>her clothes were quickly starting to catch on fire, along with part of her hair
>and quite frankly, that only seemed to make her angrier

I liked this shirt, asshole!

>with metaphorical fire in her eyes and literal fire on her everywhere else, Lazzie just kept on stomping, even if she wasn’t strong enough to do much real damage

>she was really bad at the whole "staying safe" thing, huh?

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>the rise in heat didn't escape Mettral's attention, but it took her a moment to properly realize what the plan there was
>her eyes widened as Phoenix grabbed a handful of molten concrete, and twisted his body just to launch it at her
>this was very, very bad; her mask wasn't fire proof and it was already obscenely expensive she had to dodge or else-
>oh, wait, Lazzie acted as a meat shield
>thank god, her mask was safe
>Mettral quickly let go of Phoenix's leg, her eyes widening further and further as her brain struggled to even comprehend the situation at hand
>Lazzie was ON FIRE; she had to do SOMETHING!
<"Stomp the fire out!"
<"Roll her like a bowling ball!"
<"Dunk her in water!"
<"THERE ISN'T A FUCKING POOL ANYWHE-waitwaitwaitIgotit!"

>the faint light that accompanied Mettral's size-changing ability returned

>the giant woman grew even more giant, her hand reaching down to pick up Lazzie with only two fingers
>she had to be careful about it even if she was freaking out that a kid got set on fire in her watch, but as soon as she got Lazzie off the ground
>a loud sound came Mettral's throat as soon as she was finished scream-talking
>a sound very quickly accompanied by a giant sized glob of spit being launched right at Lazzie, looking to smother the flames the only way she could of how

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>the Dopant didn't realize what was happening until it was too late, as him turning to face Mettral resulted in seeing the freaky zombie kid already launching at his body

>but by the time he had moved, the concrete was already thrown from his hand, hitting the kid in question
>worse than that, however, was that she still had knocked him to the ground, and was still kicking him, while on fire
>it didn't hurt in the least, but it sure freaked him right the fuck out

What in the absolute fuck-Get off of me!

>he swung an arm to knock Lazzie off of him, but Mettral had already plucked her off before he could hit her
>but now with Mettral distracted, maybe he could turn this around again
>he sprung back to his feet as more fire gathered around his back
>and rather fittingly for his motif, the fire spread out into a pair of wings
>he then launched off of the ground, flying straight up at Mettral's chin, both fists covered in fire as he shot forward like a rocket

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>Lazzie just kept going, not stopping for an instant even as the fire started to burn straight through her clothes and to her skin

>nor did she stop kicking when her skin started to burn away too
>nor did she stop kicking even as Mettral picked her up, too caught up in literal blind rage to even realize that she was now dozens of feet off the ground, violently flailing at thin air

>at least, not for a second

>all it took her was about four straight seconds of flailing to realize that she wasn’t actually hitting anything

>and another few moments for her to realize that Mettral had even picked her up
...wh-?! Put me down! I’m not finished!
>she immediately resumed squirming and flailing in mindless anger, completely ignoring whatever it was Mettral had said
>surely it wasn’t anything imporwhy was she wet now

...that’s gross.

>fortunately, it did the job; Lazzie was no longer on fire! and even her temper seemed to have settled down a bit!

>a bit.
>she still squirmed against Mettral’s grip, demanding over and over to be let down so she could kick that stupid red cocksucker’s ass UGH
>but try as she might, even the strongest of emaciated sickly growth-stunted preteens was powerless to escape the grasp of a 30 foot tall grown adult
>so she would just have to try something else

>Lazzie caught Phoenix’s attack out of the corner of her eye, and even if Mettral was distracted, she sure as hell wasn’t

>even if Lazzie couldn’t pull all of herself free from Mettral in time to intervene, she could definitely pull part of herself free
>by which I mean she reached up with a free hand to once again tear her head straight off of her body and throw it straight at the fucking dude
>sure, it still probably wouldn’t do any damage on its own, but hopefully it could at least throw him off for a few good seconds, giving Mettral enough time for a proper counterattack

>...y’know, for a kid who’d never been outside until recently, Lazzie had a surprisingly good throwing arm

>maybe she should sign up for baseball or something

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>thank God that worked
>Mettral let herself breathe a long sigh of relief as the wet and slimy Lazzie was no longer hot and burning Lazzie
>the giant woman screeched as Lazzie ripped off her head to continue doing the exact opposite of what she had asked her to do
>how was she supposed to focus on this fight if she had to keep babysitting this- oh, right, the fight
>Mettral turned her head, just enough to see Lazzie's head being thrown towards the flaming foe hurling towards her
>her reaction wasn't exactly graceful but hopefully it did the trick, as she simply swung her arm wildly at Phoenix as if trying to swat away a fly
>complete with a high-pitched squeak

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>as the Dopant flew right for Mettral, he did feel something hit his shoulder, which did enough to divert his course a bit
>and continue to piss him off, as he saw what had hit him as it fell to the earth below




>and that sufficiently distracted him enough for Mettral to backhand him right out of the air

>and send the flaming rocket he turned himself into careening a good fifteen feet away, crashing right into a nearby factory in the process
>where he'd be for hopefully a while

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>Mettral watched as the Dopant flew away and crashed against a nearby building
>hopefully he didn't cause too much damage...
>the faint light returns around Mettral, and she quickly lowered in size until she was more "normal people" size (albeit still at around 8 or 9 feet)
>she paused, staring at the headless body covered in spit
>then turned her head to the right, and then to the left
>and quickly moved over to Lazzie's head as soon as she spotted it on the ground
>she easily picked it up between her fingers, holding it up to her face

You need to get to safety, dammit! You could get seriously hurt, or worse!

Why did you even jump in like that what were you thinking you almost gave me a heart attack-!
<"Oh God, I sound like my mother..."

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>Lazzie’s head had a self-satisfied smirk when Mettral picked it up

>but that quickly fell to confusion, then spiked right back up to absolute fury
>as soon as the words “safety” left Mettral’s mouth Lazzie outright snarled at her, glaring at her with the purest white-hot rage her tiny body was capable of producing
>only glaring with one eye, though, for some reason

Hell no! I wasn’t just gonna stand there and let him keep talkin’ shit like that! He’s not even taking you seriously!

>Lazzie’s body, meanwhile, kept stomping around just as angrily

>it kept circling around Mettral as Lazzie talked, as if she were looking for something simultaneously

Ugh. ”Safe”. You sound like my mom. Even when I got better, she wouldn’t let me do nothin’ ‘cause she said I could get hurt. But I can’t get hurt anymore.

>to underline that point, Lazzie’s body came back with whatever it was she was looking for

>her body clambered back up Mettral’s again like some weird gross headless spider monkey, clutching something in her hand
>and when Lazzie opened her other eye, it was pretty easy to guess what
>surprisingly, even when you can safely detach your own head, pitching it like a fastball straight at a dude decked out in some kind of weird super-armor (and then letting said head drop a good 30-odd feet to the pavement below) had some consequences
>like knocking one of Lazzie’s eyeballs clean out of her head, which she now held in her hand
>complete with a little bit of dangling optic nerve

>before Mettral would have the time to properly register how fucked up and gross this was, though, Lazzie promptly inelegantly shoved her eye right back into its empty socket

>she didn’t even blink

So if I can’t get hurt, I’m gonna help. And you can’t stop me.

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>Mettral could only let out a few short gags and strange noises as Lazzie showed off her lack-of-eye
>at the end of the day, when all of this would actually settle into her brain, she was sure she'd end up having a length conversation with her toilet
>but right now, there were more important thing to use her mouth for than vomiting
L-Lazzie, for cryin'-!
>she stopped herself and took a deep breath
>she moved her hand, sticking Lazzie's head back on the body that clung to her shoulder
L-Look, Lazzie, you have a... wonderful power, I can see that!

If this was some random crook or a low-level mutant, I promise I wouldn't stand in your way!

But just because you can't fell pain, that doesn't mean you can't get hurt! You were on fire just now! Can you imagine what could've happen if I hadn't put it out?

This Dopant can melt concrete with his fire; what do you think he could do to human flesh? If you're melted down, or turned to ash, or heavens know what else; do you really think your powers could save you from that?
>an uncomfortable noise left Mettral throat right afterwards
>it was clear Lazzie could take care of herself, and Mettral really didn't like to be the one to tell her not to do something like this
>she meant it when she said that, were it any other enemy, she wouldn't mind seeing what the girl had to offer in a fight
>but playing with fire was never a smart idea, no matter what your powers might be

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>Just as quickly as Bo Peep was dishing out information, Mallory was trying to right it down as fast as she could. Quite a list of topics for a young man, but certainly a positive for any eligible bachelor to have!
>He also liked Asian Horror films as well? Mallory found it hard to understand the appeal of horror films in general, not when the real deal was so much more visceral... then again, not everyone work with the dead like she had.
>Regardless, that'd be a prefect in for a movie date! Theatres were nice and dark after all, which means that she could.... hehehehe~

Yes please! Search and cross-reference and stuff away!!

>Mallory did her best to keep a reasonable volume in her library, so that Bram wouldn't hear her naturally, but the wonders of technology were hard to not get excited over. Perhaps it was time to stop putting off learning how to use computers and stuff properly.

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>bright lights flashed in the air several hundred feet above Metropolis, the lights forming the silhouette of a space craft, fading in and out several times before the shape became solid, the light disappearing and being replaced with the solid shape of the SHED

>The ship suddenly in atmospheric conditions as opposed to the conditions from space send the ship's systems for a loop and it suddenly starts to plummet towards the Earth

>From the messed up time jump, some of the crew's been fused into the walls of the ship while others just hit the walls hard and fall unconscious.

>Looking out the window, Anne's eyes went wide and she panicked

We're on planet...? Where the hell did it send us...?

>She held onto the remains of the console for dear life, optics wide as she panicked and started to brace for impact, entirely prepared for a major crash...

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