Now, for the vote and the general spiel.
Here's the Vote. Spoiler: Winning Votes, as Promised [X] "Actually it happens automatically when two people touch an unclaimed Wu. Also, I'm pretty sure no one forced you to touch the magic artifact." Sigh. "By the way, the magic artifact basically works like a magical telescope so even if I was evil, it's not even powerful enough to be easily misused. You really shouldn't judge people based on what kind of clothes they like. I mean, do you just go around beating up goths because, that's kind of evil."
-[X] Shrug and begin swinging away to the Goal
And now the Spiel.
First off, I own nothing. Not the properties I use, not the characters involved, and certainly never have before these points. What I do own? A P A Treon! Over at /EvilWithin if you want to pledge something per month to me!
And if you don't want to donate an amount every month or some such? Or you want to commission me to write a story for you Here a new Money pool which I will also have links too in my profile on Spacebattles and Fanfiction.
And there goes that. ON WITH THE CHAPTER!
READY? GOOOO!
"Sure, okay. Blame the guy who happened to be trying to collect the magical artifact that GOES OFF AUTOMATICALLY WHEN TWO PEOPLE TOUCH IT. And why'd you even go for it anyway? Is it the coat? The make-up? Don't judge me just cause I decided to embrace being a pale redhead!" You thundered back at the little hero before sniffing the air, turning around and beginning to gain some distance for your first swings...
For all of a few steps before feeling a sudden tightening around your waist, prompting you to look down and see for only a second the bright red line of Spotty's yo-yo wrapped several times around your near whole torso, before you were swiftly yanked onto your back towards the now exasperated and confirmed superheroine, who was dragging you back in a manner far closer to a spider than the other bug she so resembled.
"First off, you'll find that YES I blame the guy walking around with a torn black jacket, white face paint, and flying around on ROBOT SOLDIERS looking for a mystical artifact in our city." Spotty deadpanned as she swung her wrist, leaving you air-bound for a moment before settling you into a sitting position with your arms now to your sides as well. before you could interject anything though, a finger was poked directly into your forehead which you could barely see with crossed eyes.
"SECONDLY, while I had no way of knowing something like THIS (With this, she waved at both her surroundings and you, making you a little pissed again before feeling the string tighten a bit) when I touched it, that doesn't change the fact that the scenario we're in right now can go two ways. We can work together, get the 'Wu', and you can try and convince me if I should let you have it. Or I can DRAG you to the finish line, and we can have a great little chat about rules of propriety when flying robots and actually sharing information in an effective manner. So what's the choice Mr. Redhead?
You...were more than a little stunned at this turn of events.
[] Work together I guess? Please don't hurt me SuperBug!
-Insert awkward sentence opener here. For example "Soooo, why a bodysuit?"
[] Dig in your heel, be a whiny pain till you are FREED!
-it says some things that you're so good at this
[] Try and free yourself with the Third-Arm Sash
-Now what step comes next? jet-pack, swinging, ect.
[] Begin Crying
-WHY DO I KEEP MEETING HORRIFYING PEOPLE~!
CHOOSE 1
END OF CHAPTER
It's almost like trying to act dismissive and give a diatribe to someone you think might be a superhero ISN'T a great idea? Really, who could have known? I blame low WIS.