I've commented before on the tendency of my portals to land me in alleys when I arrive in a new world - Sometimes this is convenient, as it keeps me out of the way while the post-transit unconsciousness wears off, other times it means I'm in an out-of-the-way place, the kind the criminal element likes for doing their business. This can also be convenient, if in a different way, at least as often as it is troublesome. I hadn't yet decided which applied in this case as I woke to the sound of insults from just around the corner of the cul de sac I'd ended up in this time.
"Look at you two - parading around in Slick Chix jackets. Even for a couple of faggots, that's pathetic - don't you have any pride as men?" Suppressing the urge to growl and give someone a stern reprimand, possibly to include a knuckle sandwich or two, I forced myself to be still and listen. I had learned a bit of self restraint in the course of my travels, I was still a newcomer here, and it could just be talk...
"Your little girlfriends will make us some good money, and by the time the trainers get done with them they won't even mind too much. You aren't gonna need to worry about that, though, 'cause the Fimbulwintr know what to do with faggots..."
Oh, I don't think so. I was already swinging out of the bike's saddle as the sound of a beating began, or more likely resumed from what I saw as I came around the corner. The albino one chanting something that sounded like authentic Old Norse with a cluster of ice shards forming in his hand was less expected, but just as easily dealt with - for me. Other metahumans in the fight meant I couldn't quite take it for granted that I'd get them all before they did something unfortunate to the two boys with the hardman 'dos, but considering it was an honest-to-goodness gang rumble I knew just the song to give them a bit of a boost and make sure I'd know if they needed immediate assistance.
"System, West Side Story, Jets Song, play"
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Given that this is an off-camera scene from the end of a spin off "miniseries" about the backstory of one character for a Marvel Superheroes party I never even found a chance to play any of the characters of let alone run a game based on them, I don't expect anyone to get the reference, but dammit, after I went back and thought them up I like the Slick Chix, and I like Stannie and Casey, and Picks can just have some help from out of town when she goes to rescue the rest of them from where the girls who came through the already finished fight in better condition already got hauled off toward.
I don't actually expect anyone but myself to even think it's all that worth the minor time spent to read it, but while "After being seperated from her whimsy, the pixie who'd eventually claim the human name of Picks fell in with a girl gang called "the Slick Chix," supplanting their explorations with recreational chemicals with overall harmless enchanted food, gleefully assisting in their games of petty theft and partying, and generally socializing into something like a six-inch-tall tomboy human rather than a lost fragment of a whimsy's telepathic group mind. When the Fimbulwintr moved in on the Slick Chix's neighborhood from the meaner side of town, this all came to an end as the girls were captured and slated to be sold into the sex trade and the two gay guys (who normally no one bothered about their orientation, being tough enough to run with the local gang) murdered outright. When Picks returned from her beer run to discover the aftermath of the fight, (other character in the party) was the only person she could think to turn to for help" may look good on a character sheet and give the party an immediate adventure hook, it sucks for the NPCs involved. At least one of the worlds out there, it goes a little better.
And now the explanation is longer than the scenelet. Sigh. Don't care, still gonna post it.
As for the song, the lyrics basically go "we're a bunch of tough guys and we all have each other's back," so as long as Doug's identifying himself with one set of "we" it should do excactly what I said, I should think. Situational bonus may also apply, or just appeal to his temperment.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows
"Look at you two - parading around in Slick Chix jackets. Even for a couple of faggots, that's pathetic - don't you have any pride as men?" Suppressing the urge to growl and give someone a stern reprimand, possibly to include a knuckle sandwich or two, I forced myself to be still and listen. I had learned a bit of self restraint in the course of my travels, I was still a newcomer here, and it could just be talk...
"Your little girlfriends will make us some good money, and by the time the trainers get done with them they won't even mind too much. You aren't gonna need to worry about that, though, 'cause the Fimbulwintr know what to do with faggots..."
Oh, I don't think so. I was already swinging out of the bike's saddle as the sound of a beating began, or more likely resumed from what I saw as I came around the corner. The albino one chanting something that sounded like authentic Old Norse with a cluster of ice shards forming in his hand was less expected, but just as easily dealt with - for me. Other metahumans in the fight meant I couldn't quite take it for granted that I'd get them all before they did something unfortunate to the two boys with the hardman 'dos, but considering it was an honest-to-goodness gang rumble I knew just the song to give them a bit of a boost and make sure I'd know if they needed immediate assistance.
"System, West Side Story, Jets Song, play"
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Given that this is an off-camera scene from the end of a spin off "miniseries" about the backstory of one character for a Marvel Superheroes party I never even found a chance to play any of the characters of let alone run a game based on them, I don't expect anyone to get the reference, but dammit, after I went back and thought them up I like the Slick Chix, and I like Stannie and Casey, and Picks can just have some help from out of town when she goes to rescue the rest of them from where the girls who came through the already finished fight in better condition already got hauled off toward.
I don't actually expect anyone but myself to even think it's all that worth the minor time spent to read it, but while "After being seperated from her whimsy, the pixie who'd eventually claim the human name of Picks fell in with a girl gang called "the Slick Chix," supplanting their explorations with recreational chemicals with overall harmless enchanted food, gleefully assisting in their games of petty theft and partying, and generally socializing into something like a six-inch-tall tomboy human rather than a lost fragment of a whimsy's telepathic group mind. When the Fimbulwintr moved in on the Slick Chix's neighborhood from the meaner side of town, this all came to an end as the girls were captured and slated to be sold into the sex trade and the two gay guys (who normally no one bothered about their orientation, being tough enough to run with the local gang) murdered outright. When Picks returned from her beer run to discover the aftermath of the fight, (other character in the party) was the only person she could think to turn to for help" may look good on a character sheet and give the party an immediate adventure hook, it sucks for the NPCs involved. At least one of the worlds out there, it goes a little better.
And now the explanation is longer than the scenelet. Sigh. Don't care, still gonna post it.
As for the song, the lyrics basically go "we're a bunch of tough guys and we all have each other's back," so as long as Doug's identifying himself with one set of "we" it should do excactly what I said, I should think. Situational bonus may also apply, or just appeal to his temperment.
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"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows