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CHYOA Guru
Night falls, and across Century City they start to emerge. Common criminals, mobsters, police, and...the costumes. Hero and villain alike begin to clash, fighting for dominance, as the city starts to show its true face...
@moonblack
"Wakey, wakey!" Yuki's (or Azura's), eyes flicker open as she lies on her bed, exhausted from a day of maintaining her spells. Panic fills the magical girl, as she realises that, while asleep, nothing has been maintaining the illusion that keeps her looking like a normal human. Bolting up from bed, Yuki sees a figure standing in front of her bed, and her fight or flight instinct kicks into overdrive, flooding her body with adrenaline. As her sleepy eyes unblur, though, the panic is replaced by befuddlement. Standing in front of her is a woman dressed in what only barely resembles a Japanese schoolgirl's outfit.
Yuki can't explain it, but the woman has some sort of aura - a strange, foreign feeling of kinship. She has no idea of the specifics, but somehow, the two of them are the same. "Heh, you're not exactly the 'up and at'em type' your predecessor was, are ya?" The blonde giggles girlishly.
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@Omega98
"Great job, honey!" As the last of the carjackers goes flying, repelled by a blast of Jennifer's telekinetic power, she feels her husband's voice in her ear, praising her. Normally her beloved would be out there on the streets beside her, but after being overpowered by a villain a week ago, he's been on desk duty, providing operational support for the various team members out in the field. As she uses her powers to bind up the fallen jackers, a small band of criminals - easy pickings for a hero of Psychana's calbre - her husband's voice picks up once more in her ear. "Oh, looks like someone special is coming to see you, honey. Look sharp!" He chuckles.
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@asddas193
Through the glass, Vanessa watches the fat old man's chest rising and falling steadily as he lies in his hospital bed, every bit as unconscious as he has been every day since the night he tried to enslave his ward, since the night he put his hands on her, slid the collar around her neck, licking his lips as he imagined the depraved things he was going t- "Ahem?" A polite cough from beside her stirs the heiress from her reverie, as she turns to face the lawyer, a weaselly little old man not unlike the one lying in a coma. "I beg your pardon, Miss Fitzgerald, but perhaps we should get to why we came here?" He affixes his reading glasses, as he opens his notes. "Since Oscar- Mr Hawkins, has been unconscious for more than six months, certain sections of his will have become active. As someone he considered to be almost a daughter to him, Mr Hawkins has given you title to-" The man stops, as the lights go out with a thunk.
Around the hospital, Vanessa hears the sounds of staff and patients crying out in worry and confusion, the scattered emergency lights not providing enough illumination.
D100: 36+10 (Perceptive)=46 (Fail)
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@Arachna
"M-Miss?" Malady looks up as she hears the snivelling voice of one of her 'fans', the boy letting her use his parent's home as a base while they're on vacation. Cautiously, the young man enters the master bedroom the villain claimed as her own, and looks up at her.
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@Daylan
Rising from the waters of the bay, Squidlock moves through the dark harbor and onto the streets, sticking to the shadows to keep anyone from seeing his freakish appearance. Climbing atop a fire escape, he gazes out at the streets below, looking at the little magic shop his new master ordered him to find. From afar, it looks pretty quaint and unassuming, though Gulback has informed him that it's anything but.
Looking at the shop for a few minutes, it doesn't take long for Squidlock to spot his prey. Like the shop, the girl crossing the road looks unassuming, her casual clothing giving no indication that underneath is a sorceress,
As she enters the shop, however, quickly heading upstairs to the apartment above, the man once called Archie sees her true form emerge as he looks through the windows. There's a flash of light from within the shop, and suddenly the blonde's baseball cap begins to widen and expand, becoming a triangular witch's hat, as her clothes morph into a dress that accentuates the curves that weren't there a moment ago.
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@majus
Gold... How the hell had he known to use gold? T'yala speeds through the skyscrapers of Century City, a bead of sweat travelling down her brow and flying off her face as she rushes back to her company headquarters.
She'd been fighting a villain - an average villain, or so she'd thought. When he'd brought out a chain made of pure gold and lassoed it around her torso, the alien superhero had thought that she was done for, her mind conjuring images of captivity, of being at someone's mercy. It was only sheer luck that had caused the chain to slacken and fall, allowing her to knock the criminal out. If he'd been any better with it...
Shaking her head, T'yala tries not to think about it, as she slips into her building through an air vent, quick changing from her leotard to some form fitting office clothes. Slipping unseen into her office, it isn't long before she hears her secretary call. "Miss Cox? Miss Cox, are you here yet? Mister Arch has been waiting for 15 minutes, I'm not sure how much longer I can stall him." Trying to ease herself back into her civilian role, T'yala sighs, as she tells the woman to let the waiting man in - she's relatively new to business on Earth, but even a neophyte knows that when the city's richest man asks for a business meeting, it's wise to hear him out.