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capeandcowllogs2013-10-29 03:16 am
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Entry tags:
- *event,
- *open,
- alana bloom | n/a,
- calvin | stupendous man,
- frank castle | the punisher,
- gilbert nightray | n/a,
- jack bauer | man of the hour,
- karen starr | power girl,
- mordin solus | the professor,
- n/a | archer,
- norman osborn | the green goblin,
- renee montoya | n/a,
- scathach | the shadow,
- sharon rainsworth | n/a,
- yako katsuragi | miss detective
EARTH 24*(&A$%7HGKPOI
WHO: All transdimensional imPorts.
WHERE: The town of Capers.
WHEN: October 29th, dawn until noon.
WARNINGS: Definitely violence, but alert me if something else evolves and I can update this.
SUMMARY: After spending a few days in the town of Capers, Metamen move to strike against all targeted imPorts in a big dusty showdown.
FORMAT: As you please!
It looked like pearls had scarred the sky, when dawn broke. The crisp air cut through the easing night before the sun had its chance to bake the earth again; another day in the bold, bright west. If you are [1] mulling about, between bars or inns, if you're finding your way home from a bitter experience from the south or if you're dancing out of a fiendishly fun hall, you'll be the first to encounter your metaman. You might make eye contact, they might be stalking your shadow -- however it plays out, flip a coin to determine who shoots first. If it's heads, it's you. If it's tails, then you're on the defense.
If you're [2] sleeping like a healthy individuals, you'll be roused by a sound in your room. Your metaman has hunted your down and snuck into your living quarters -- it's vital that you draw the battle outside, into the open. Flip a coin -- if it's heads, then you're bound to injure at least one NPC in your struggle. If it's tails, then you lure out the metaman without grievous commotion.
Once you've established the attack, that's when you plan your showdown. You can fight with others in duos or groups. As long as your metaman CAN fight, they WILL follow you, even into other characters's battles. You can finish your fight and help out other imPorts, too. You can kill your metaman, or you can capture them -- if the latter happens, you won't get much out of them aside from the knowledge that Vulcanus knew the imPorts would be here, and they had assigned metaman agents to eliminate troublesome imPorts.
You might question this. It isn't Vulcanus's style, to pull such blatant punches -- even if natives and Vulcanus agents eat up that kind of "us versus them" rhetoric. But the metamen won't know the bigger picture, they're only pawns upon a board.
The locals of Capers can die. But do you really want them to?
Feel free to choose from these adventure prompts, which can happen at the start of your showdown, or after the showdown has begun:
[A]
Your metaman has caught you in the westward district. They've lured you into an abandoned dance hall, and they're attacking you from the audience. Wood splinters, glass shatters -- and you've got an entire showroom to stage your battle. Dressing rooms house backstage, the rudimentary catwalk looms above. Careful about the curtain call!
[B]
Having drawn you out eastward, your metaman thinks it's a good idea to go about attacking Town Hall. THAT'S WHERE MAYOR EISNER IS! Your metaman probably thinks you'll run through these hallowed wooden halls trying to save innocents from a gruesome death. Then again, Eisner did dictate your entire life based on a color choice...
[C]
Welcome to the darkened stables and pens that the corrals hold -- grunting dinosaurs snarl and hiss in the bleary dawn. You know your metamen is lurking here, hiding, waiting for you to drop your guard. You saw them come this way. Maybe they're thinking of using the barricades dinosaurs against you? This is the southward district, and not all of the captive dinos are herbivores.
[D]
Hey! You're northward! This is like the easiest, safest district to work in, whatever was your metaman thinking? There's like no way to break your game down and out and-- OH MY GOD YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A MINOR METEORITE SHOWER THAT SEEMS TO ONLY BE AFFECTING THIS ONE BRANCH OF TOWN! The medical center just EXPLODED in a million splinters. Now you have to fight as meteorites rain down upon you in an orangeglow of burnished, lethal glory.
[E]
Well shit. You just brought your battle into a velociraptor nest. There are about TWENTY of these ravenous jerks, ranging from juveniles to fully equipped adults.
[F]
Player's unique choice!
IF YOU REJECTED YOUR CAPERS ROLE THEN
You're going to have local Capers lawmen up in arms with your metaman. Chances are, the latter has convinced the good people of Capers that you're a menace to society! A menace! They came with metal shackles! And they're riding angry dinosaurs!
IF YOU HAD A SERVICE ROLE which includes saloon worker, dino express rider, bartender, cowherd, merchant, mineral miner, railroad engineer, dance hall performer THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a fleet of stegosaurus infants will stampede between you and your metaman. If tails, then those infants will lead an ADULT stegosaurus right at you! And she is PISSED OFF.
IF YOU HAD AN AUTHORITY ROLE which includes deputy sheriff, gaoler, us marshall, pinkerton agent, railroad baron/ess, army scout, schoolmarm, hanging judge, town doctor, town barber THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a group of compsognathus will mistake your face for a lizard lunch, and try to consume it. If tails, then you will magnificently leap upon the backs of that compsognathus groups and hilariously ride to victory against your nemesis metaman.
IF YOU HAD AN INDEPENDENT ROLE which includes gambler, cowboy/girl, farmer, prospector, hired gun/mercenary, pioneer, snakeoil salesman, homesteader, town drunk, bounty hunter, drifter THEN
Flips a coin. If heads, then that roar you hear in the distance? It's a hungry tyrannosaurus rex headed in your direction. If tails, then it's TWO hungry tyrannosaurs rex adults, and they're battling each other over who gets to eat you.
Take heed, imPort: this battle has the spinal cord outlined, but you're free to flesh out any conflicts more to your liking. Once the high noon sun burns onto the ground, you'll be ported back into the City -- along with any (sizable) dinosaur that might hitch a ride.
WHERE: The town of Capers.
WHEN: October 29th, dawn until noon.
WARNINGS: Definitely violence, but alert me if something else evolves and I can update this.
SUMMARY: After spending a few days in the town of Capers, Metamen move to strike against all targeted imPorts in a big dusty showdown.
FORMAT: As you please!
It looked like pearls had scarred the sky, when dawn broke. The crisp air cut through the easing night before the sun had its chance to bake the earth again; another day in the bold, bright west. If you are [1] mulling about, between bars or inns, if you're finding your way home from a bitter experience from the south or if you're dancing out of a fiendishly fun hall, you'll be the first to encounter your metaman. You might make eye contact, they might be stalking your shadow -- however it plays out, flip a coin to determine who shoots first. If it's heads, it's you. If it's tails, then you're on the defense.
If you're [2] sleeping like a healthy individuals, you'll be roused by a sound in your room. Your metaman has hunted your down and snuck into your living quarters -- it's vital that you draw the battle outside, into the open. Flip a coin -- if it's heads, then you're bound to injure at least one NPC in your struggle. If it's tails, then you lure out the metaman without grievous commotion.
Once you've established the attack, that's when you plan your showdown. You can fight with others in duos or groups. As long as your metaman CAN fight, they WILL follow you, even into other characters's battles. You can finish your fight and help out other imPorts, too. You can kill your metaman, or you can capture them -- if the latter happens, you won't get much out of them aside from the knowledge that Vulcanus knew the imPorts would be here, and they had assigned metaman agents to eliminate troublesome imPorts.
You might question this. It isn't Vulcanus's style, to pull such blatant punches -- even if natives and Vulcanus agents eat up that kind of "us versus them" rhetoric. But the metamen won't know the bigger picture, they're only pawns upon a board.
The locals of Capers can die. But do you really want them to?
Feel free to choose from these adventure prompts, which can happen at the start of your showdown, or after the showdown has begun:
[A]
Your metaman has caught you in the westward district. They've lured you into an abandoned dance hall, and they're attacking you from the audience. Wood splinters, glass shatters -- and you've got an entire showroom to stage your battle. Dressing rooms house backstage, the rudimentary catwalk looms above. Careful about the curtain call!
[B]
Having drawn you out eastward, your metaman thinks it's a good idea to go about attacking Town Hall. THAT'S WHERE MAYOR EISNER IS! Your metaman probably thinks you'll run through these hallowed wooden halls trying to save innocents from a gruesome death. Then again, Eisner did dictate your entire life based on a color choice...
[C]
Welcome to the darkened stables and pens that the corrals hold -- grunting dinosaurs snarl and hiss in the bleary dawn. You know your metamen is lurking here, hiding, waiting for you to drop your guard. You saw them come this way. Maybe they're thinking of using the barricades dinosaurs against you? This is the southward district, and not all of the captive dinos are herbivores.
[D]
Hey! You're northward! This is like the easiest, safest district to work in, whatever was your metaman thinking? There's like no way to break your game down and out and-- OH MY GOD YOU'RE IN THE MIDDLE OF A MINOR METEORITE SHOWER THAT SEEMS TO ONLY BE AFFECTING THIS ONE BRANCH OF TOWN! The medical center just EXPLODED in a million splinters. Now you have to fight as meteorites rain down upon you in an orangeglow of burnished, lethal glory.
[E]
Well shit. You just brought your battle into a velociraptor nest. There are about TWENTY of these ravenous jerks, ranging from juveniles to fully equipped adults.
[F]
Player's unique choice!
IF YOU REJECTED YOUR CAPERS ROLE THEN
You're going to have local Capers lawmen up in arms with your metaman. Chances are, the latter has convinced the good people of Capers that you're a menace to society! A menace! They came with metal shackles! And they're riding angry dinosaurs!
IF YOU HAD A SERVICE ROLE which includes saloon worker, dino express rider, bartender, cowherd, merchant, mineral miner, railroad engineer, dance hall performer THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a fleet of stegosaurus infants will stampede between you and your metaman. If tails, then those infants will lead an ADULT stegosaurus right at you! And she is PISSED OFF.
IF YOU HAD AN AUTHORITY ROLE which includes deputy sheriff, gaoler, us marshall, pinkerton agent, railroad baron/ess, army scout, schoolmarm, hanging judge, town doctor, town barber THEN
You flip a coin. If heads, then a group of compsognathus will mistake your face for a lizard lunch, and try to consume it. If tails, then you will magnificently leap upon the backs of that compsognathus groups and hilariously ride to victory against your nemesis metaman.
IF YOU HAD AN INDEPENDENT ROLE which includes gambler, cowboy/girl, farmer, prospector, hired gun/mercenary, pioneer, snakeoil salesman, homesteader, town drunk, bounty hunter, drifter THEN
Flips a coin. If heads, then that roar you hear in the distance? It's a hungry tyrannosaurus rex headed in your direction. If tails, then it's TWO hungry tyrannosaurs rex adults, and they're battling each other over who gets to eat you.
Take heed, imPort: this battle has the spinal cord outlined, but you're free to flesh out any conflicts more to your liking. Once the high noon sun burns onto the ground, you'll be ported back into the City -- along with any (sizable) dinosaur that might hitch a ride.
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Intellectually, he knew he must have leaped on at some point after he had the bright idea of trying to lasso a two-story tall rampaging theropod. Experientially, it was all a blur of sensory impressions: the heat, the stench of rotting meat that wafted back with every breath; the incongruous downy feathers, slick even under his static grip; the basso profondo roar which vibrated up through his feet and rang in his ears.
It was, he thought irrelevantly, a bit like he'd have imagined riding a hurricane, if he'd ever considered the idea. But his poetic musings were cut short as the tyrannosaur rounded a corner-- nearly succeeding in throwing him off-- and straight towards a couple of dinosaurs still tied to their hitching posts. More importantly, towards the two figures standing near them, one dressed all in white that glowed even in the dark, and the other a third of his size-- was that a little kid?
Spidey grabbed the lasso, still wrapped around the T-Rex's head, and yanked with all of his strength. "Whoa, boy!" he grunted. Even the proportionate strength of a spider wasn't a match for the brawn of a seven-ton apex predator-- but it was enough to make the tyrannosaur halt its charge and rear back in annoyance. Spider-Man barely kept a grip on the rope as he slipped backwards, but he clenched it in his fist and used it to pull himself closer to the head.
He leaned out to the side, trying to maintain his precarious grip while looking for the two people he'd seen. But the T-Rex's head blocked the view, and he had to settle for shouting blindly into the night.
"Hey, you two! Leave the dinos and get inside, now!"
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Calvin stared too, but he didn't leave his little dinosaur's back. "Forget it!" He shouted back, stuffing the candy into his pocket, forgotten for now. "That thing will eat Moe! I'm not leaving him out here!" Being best friends with a tiger tended to give a boy a protective perspective on animal companions. The tiger in question would almost certainly have had something wry to say about Calvin's priorities in this situation, but that didn't stop the kid from kicking his heels into the pachy's sides. "Come on, Moe!"
The dinosaur took off running down the street, away from the inn and the T-Rex. Mister Birdie watched him go, then ran back inside, abandoning both the boy and his own dinosaur. The job was to get rid of the kid, and if a carnivore was going to do it for him instead of the candy, he wasn't going to complain.
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Even as he scrambled onto the neck, the tyrannosaur was charging forwards in hot pursuit. He raised his hand, meaning to web its mouth shut (for however long that would hold), but before he could trigger his web-shooter the animal planted its feet and bucked. Spidey went flying in a neat parabolic arc, thrown onto a rooftop with a force that splintered, but thankfully didn't shatter the wooden structure.
As he lay there, dazed, the dinosaur snorted, then resumed its pursuit.
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Calvin hesitated for a moment. He was terrified. Dinosaurs were cool, but this dinosaur was the size of a building and it wanted to eat him. It was going to catch him and bite him and gobble him up like the monster under the bed. But that hero had been trying to help him, and Calvin had spent so much of his time in the City being scared of things: supervillains, disasters, prom. And deep inside of himself, Calvin knew he wasn't just a scared, ordinary little boy. He was a genius. He was going to be legendary some day.
He was Stupendous Man.
"Keep going, Moe!" The kid yelled, and gave the little dinosaur an extra kick to make sure he kept running after Calvin took flight. Because that's what he did: the boy ka-pwiiinggged straight upward from his mount's back, rising like a stone from a slingshot, zooming past the snout of the surprised tyrannosaur. The beast stopped running and craned its neck, bellowing futilely as Calvin soared away from it. Moe sprinted onward, escaping to safety.
Calvin couldn't help but laugh, his little heart going a mile a minute. He saw the roof Spider-Man had landed on and swooped in to the rescue. "Hey mister, are you all right?"
Meanwhile, at the inn a few blocks down the street, Mister Birdie emerged on the roof, expecting to watch his little target get eaten. Instead, he saw a six-year-old boy flying through the air to play hero, with a very confused tyrannosaur turning around and coming back toward him.
This was not part of the plan at all.
sorry this is short but I figured you should get the honors
Still disoriented (he must have hit his head in the fall), Spider-Man peered for several long moments into the darkness where Moe had disappeared before he realized the pounding of multi-ton footsteps was coming from behind him, back the direction they'd come.
"Oh, sweet Christmas," Spidey said, seeing the apex predator of the Cretaceous bearing down on a lone human being. Even as he forced himself to his feet, started running-- leapt to the next rooftop and kept going-- he knew he'd be too late. Suspected that even Calvin's speed couldn't get him there in time-- Calvin was watching.
"Kid, don't look."
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Birdie froze once more as the the T-Rex lumbered up to the hotel. On the ground, his terrified chasmosaurus broke free from its post and fled. Mister Birdie wanted to do the same, but he couldn't- he was petrified. The dinosaur was right there, looking right at him, so close he could feel its warm, fetid breath washing over him. It regarded him for a moment, and growled like thunder.
"Mister Birdie-" Calvin froze too. He tried to think of what to do, and then suddenly the last words of his 'friend' echoed in his head, irresistible, commanding:
"Nothing bad will happen to you if you do exactly as I say-"
His pal getting hurt was something bad, wasn't it? So he had to-
"Eat these. They'll keep you safe-"
Almost of its own accord, Calvin's hand dipped into his pocket and brought out the poisoned candies. He looked down at them, away from the hotel, and started bringing them to his mouth.
The T-Rex had a similar idea. Opening its mouth wide, it gave the Metaman a good look at where he was headed, straight down its yawning gullet. Spittle flew and spattered his suit. Smooth, charming Mister Birdie wet himself like a child. The dinosaur lunged forward.
It was for the best that the tyrannosaur's roar was so loud, so booming. Calvin heard none of the screams when jagged teeth the size of steak knives closed around the Vulcanus agent, lifted him into the air, and swallowed him whole.
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"Calvin, what--" He started, then cut himself off. As horrible as Calvin's behavior seemed in context, he wasn't a prepubescent sociopath. Spidey might have guessed it some kind of self-comforting action, but Calvin barely even seemed to notice what had just happened behind them. His eyes seemed almost glazed over, which could've been shock, or something more sinister.
Spidey laid a hand on Calvin's, stopping him from putting the candy in his mouth. "Hold on a second, champ. What's this?"
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"I don't know," he said, his voice uncertain. He'd been able to forget the absolute truth of Birdie's statement when Moe and Spider-Man were in danger, but the T-Rex was stomping off now, having finished its meal, and the words were echoing in his head again.
"I have to eat them," he said. "My friend said they would keep me safe. I have to do exactly what he said!" Even as he spoke, Calvin could feel how wrong those particular words sounded coming out of his mouth. Calvin never did exactly as anyone said.
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His hunch was only a hunch, so far, but he was starting to feel a lot less guilty about what had happened to the guy in white.
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Calvin's susceptibility to magical thinking and leaps of childish faith was running headlong into his resistance to authority and natural curiosity. It was a mental collision, and it showed on the kid's face.
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"Oh well. They probably tasted terrible anyway."
He turned around, wound back his arm, and threw the poison off the rooftop as far as he could- and with the strength of Stupendous Man, that was pretty darn far. The candies flew into the air and scattered over the embattled town like a brief hail.
Calvin blinked for a moment as Birdie's compulsion left him for good. He wiped a hand across his forehead. "Man, I usually don't get this much excitement before breakfast." He paused and looked back toward the hotel and its empty roof.
"Mister Birdie was a bad guy all along, wasn't he?" It was said sadly, with acceptance, a knowledge weighted in the subconscious that was finally free to surface.
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"But that doesn't mean you were wrong to think the best of him. You did good, kid." He let go and stood up, bouncing lightly on his toes for the greatest range of vision. This part of town had gone blessedly quiet, but sounds of conflict floated on the night air-- dinosaurs roaring, people shouting in pain and anger and fear, splintering wood, explosions, the crackle of flames. There were still meteorites falling, off to the north.
The town needed Spidey's help, but he couldn't leave Calvin behind-- and anyway, he was more durable than he was, so long as he kept him from getting mind-controlled again. Which meant keeping him under his eye.
He turned back to Calvin, squatting down. "We've got a pachycephalosaurus to find, and a town full of people who need heroes. What do you say, Stupendous Man? You up to the job?"
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He jumped up and hovered a couple feet off the ground with his eternally-cool Porter-given powers. Despite all the horror around them, part of him was ready to treat this as just another adventure. "Let's go find a bedsheet, and then get to work!"