Veiled Malice

Take MBCE's advice and head on over to the Arena. You'll get a full and comprehensive idea of how to fight in the M&M system. Don't worry about getting sucked into fights you don't want to be in, either. No one gets attacked on this board unless they want to be.

Take MBCE's advice and head on over to the Arena. You'll get a full and comprehensive idea of how to fight in the M&M system. Don't worry about getting sucked into fights you don't want to be in, either. No one gets attacked on this board unless they want to be.

Ren walked into the shop, and while he had some trepidation concerning meeting her family, logically, he knew nothing like that was going to happen while they were in the past. Lynn knew the concerns he had interacting with people from a regressed timeline. In fact, if he wasn't so sure that she'd pitch a fit, he would have suggested they bypass this stop on memory lane. Bookshops were still a big deal in Japan despite the prevalence of the Internet. Street corners still had those shops crammed from top to bottom with paper media. Inefficient, space-wasting, and cumbersome, they were somehow still quaint in these times. Of course, compared to those disorganized and cramped stores, Silberman's Books was positively spacious. Ren was having so much fun just looking around and noting the cultural differences between here and where he grew up, he completely missed Lynn's gathering emotional state. "Who?" he whispered back, then saw who "he" was. "Oh." Ren tried to provide whatever support he could by hugging her arm closely, then letting her slip away. "It's alright. Go on. He's waiting."

Ren walked into the shop, and while he had some trepidation concerning meeting her family, logically, he knew nothing like that was going to happen while they were in the past. Lynn knew the concerns he had interacting with people from a regressed timeline. In fact, if he wasn't so sure that she'd pitch a fit, he would have suggested they bypass this stop on memory lane. Bookshops were still a big deal in Japan despite the prevalence of the Internet. Street corners still had those shops crammed from top to bottom with paper media. Inefficient, space-wasting, and cumbersome, they were somehow still quaint in these times. Of course, compared to those disorganized and cramped stores, Silberman's Books was positively spacious. Ren was having so much fun just looking around and noting the cultural differences between here and where he grew up, he completely missed Lynn's gathering emotional state. "Who?" he whispered back, then saw who "he" was. "Oh." Ren tried to provide whatever support he could by hugging her arm closely, then letting her slip away. "It's alright. Go on. He's waiting."

Lynn's laughter was music to Ren's ears. After her blow up outside, he had been worried the rest of the date would be colored by it. But "forgive and forget" seemed to be her motto. If only he could say the same... "Well, I try," he said with a smile after she'd straightened up some. Then he stroked a non-existent beard and looked thoughtful. "The pleasing of young ladies is the highest feat one can hope to attain, after all." The Art Deco, while being mostly out of his range of cultural experience, was not lost on Ren. It felt quite cozy actually, not hard and artificial like most modern technology. A bygone era of form taking precedence over function, he supposed. Or perhaps more accurately, form and function working hand in hand, rather than one being a byproduct of efficiency. The model trains were a nice touch, though. For the meal, Ren decided to go big. His food budget was nearly unlimited as he didn't really need to eat, so he got the Metropolis steak with a side of fries. To drink, he started out looking at the alcoholic beverages, (he'd always wanted to try something outside of sake) but didn't remember what the drinking age was in the US. So instead, he simply went with a shake as well. "Kampai!" he said in salute, raising his glass. "So you were a naughty villain type like me, huh? Sure you don't wanna go back to that? You might find it's very fulfilling," he said with an insincere smile on his face. "Yeah, right." He sipped his water, then swirled it about some, looking into the translucent liquid. "I just got more and more depressed when I was doing the villain thing. I felt like a prostitute, selling out to the highest bidder. Morals, interestingly enough, kept getting in the way." "I couldn't be that guy - you know, the one that leaves his conscience on the wayside while he goes and does what the job requires." He set his glass back down and shrugged. "Maybe it would have been easier if I could." Ren suddenly perked up and gazed happily over the table. "But then I wouldn't have met you." "Okay, but it's your turn now. Tell me who you are, and don't leave out any details," he finished with a wry grin.

Lynn's laughter was music to Ren's ears. After her blow up outside, he had been worried the rest of the date would be colored by it. But "forgive and forget" seemed to be her motto. If only he could say the same... "Well, I try," he said with a smile after she'd straightened up some. Then he stroked a non-existent beard and looked thoughtful. "The pleasing of young ladies is the highest feat one can hope to attain, after all." The Art Deco, while being mostly out of his range of cultural experience, was not lost on Ren. It felt quite cozy actually, not hard and artificial like most modern technology. A bygone era of form taking precedence over function, he supposed. Or perhaps more accurately, form and function working hand in hand, rather than one being a byproduct of efficiency. The model trains were a nice touch, though. For the meal, Ren decided to go big. His food budget was nearly unlimited as he didn't really need to eat, so he got the Metropolis steak with a side of fries. To drink, he started out looking at the alcoholic beverages, (he'd always wanted to try something outside of sake) but didn't remember what the drinking age was in the US. So instead, he simply went with a shake as well. "Kampai!" he said in salute, raising his glass. "So you were a naughty villain type like me, huh? Sure you don't wanna go back to that? You might find it's very fulfilling," he said with an insincere smile on his face. "Yeah, right." He sipped his water, then swirled it about some, looking into the translucent liquid. "I just got more and more depressed when I was doing the villain thing. I felt like a prostitute, selling out to the highest bidder. Morals, interestingly enough, kept getting in the way." "I couldn't be that guy - you know, the one that leaves his conscience on the wayside while he goes and does what the job requires." He set his glass back down and shrugged. "Maybe it would have been easier if I could." Ren suddenly perked up and gazed happily over the table. "But then I wouldn't have met you." "Okay, but it's your turn now. Tell me who you are, and don't leave out any details," he finished with a wry grin.

Sonic resisted the urge to say the obvious thing about swearing in the middle of a gunfight - that being, when under fire, who the hell cares what you say as long as you don't get shot? And the during the supremely condescending "fly on home part"? It was lucky he was better under control of himself these days, or that would have gotten him deafened for the better part of a day. "A'ight, coo. C'mon, 'Star, we outta here." Sonic turned and began to walk away with his friend in tow. Megastar leaned over to whisper to Sonic, "So when did you become such a goody-goody?" "After ol' man Summers tol' me the next time I get in trouble, I gotta clean the boy's bathroom with a toothbrush." With an askance expression on his face, Megastar replied, "You're not serious, right?" "Wish I was, bra. He showed me the brush. Thing's got like one bristle on it." He then grinned up at his companion. "An' I think ya'll went more off-mission than me, here." "Oh, son of a..." Perhaps it was best that they were out of hearing range by the time Megastar got that little bit of information.

Sonic resisted the urge to say the obvious thing about swearing in the middle of a gunfight - that being, when under fire, who the hell cares what you say as long as you don't get shot? And the during the supremely condescending "fly on home part"? It was lucky he was better under control of himself these days, or that would have gotten him deafened for the better part of a day. "A'ight, coo. C'mon, 'Star, we outta here." Sonic turned and began to walk away with his friend in tow. Megastar leaned over to whisper to Sonic, "So when did you become such a goody-goody?" "After ol' man Summers tol' me the next time I get in trouble, I gotta clean the boy's bathroom with a toothbrush." With an askance expression on his face, Megastar replied, "You're not serious, right?" "Wish I was, bra. He showed me the brush. Thing's got like one bristle on it." He then grinned up at his companion. "An' I think ya'll went more off-mission than me, here." "Oh, son of a..." Perhaps it was best that they were out of hearing range by the time Megastar got that little bit of information.

Before long, several similarly dressed men drifted into the warehouse. They gathered around the first MiB, and started talking. Velocity couldn't really hear them from her hiding place, but it sounded like several of the others had run into problems like the one she chased here had. The first arrival waved off the other's concerns and walked over to a metal plate on the floor. It was connected to a chain, which he picked up and started to drag. He moved what had to be several hundred pounds of steel with one arm, seemingly confirming his inhuman, or at least enhanced, status. He and the other men started walking down the staircase uncovered by the sliding metal plate. Velocity was about to get into a better position to spy on them when a hand clamped around her mouth from behind and a feminine voice whispered, "What are you doing here?" When she looked around, Velocity found herself face to face with The Raven, who seemed none too pleased to see her.

Before long, several similarly dressed men drifted into the warehouse. They gathered around the first MiB, and started talking. Velocity couldn't really hear them from her hiding place, but it sounded like several of the others had run into problems like the one she chased here had. The first arrival waved off the other's concerns and walked over to a metal plate on the floor. It was connected to a chain, which he picked up and started to drag. He moved what had to be several hundred pounds of steel with one arm, seemingly confirming his inhuman, or at least enhanced, status. He and the other men started walking down the staircase uncovered by the sliding metal plate. Velocity was about to get into a better position to spy on them when a hand clamped around her mouth from behind and a feminine voice whispered, "What are you doing here?" When she looked around, Velocity found herself face to face with The Raven, who seemed none too pleased to see her.

Yeah, that's my bad, sorry. But superheroes in real life is kind of a delicate subject, one I don't agree with. I'll leave it at that, though. I come here to game, not to argue with people. And with that, my seriousness ends! Giggity! :D

Yeah, that's my bad, sorry. But superheroes in real life is kind of a delicate subject, one I don't agree with. I'll leave it at that, though. I come here to game, not to argue with people. And with that, my seriousness ends! Giggity! :D

I think Ren might be crossing the line between "nervous would-be boyfriend" and "cartoony". :)

I think Ren might be crossing the line between "nervous would-be boyfriend" and "cartoony". :)

Sometimes, it was just as well real life wasn't more like anime. If it was, Ren was certain Lynn would have seen a huge sweatdrop rolling down his head. "Oh... really?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. "Well, that's... good. Yeah, good. I mean, because I'd want to do that. Meet your family. Here and now. With you. And... it'll be fine." He tugged on his shirt collar. "Is it hot out here?" he asked helplessly.

Sometimes, it was just as well real life wasn't more like anime. If it was, Ren was certain Lynn would have seen a huge sweatdrop rolling down his head. "Oh... really?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. "Well, that's... good. Yeah, good. I mean, because I'd want to do that. Meet your family. Here and now. With you. And... it'll be fine." He tugged on his shirt collar. "Is it hot out here?" he asked helplessly.

Ren sagged with visible relief as Lynn let him off the hook. "Well, I guess it's not too much of a stretch to believe I might do something like that, considering... well, what I was before you found me. I'm trying to become more than that, though." He grinned. "And not just because I couldn't be a villain if meant saving my life. I swear, if I had to steal candy from a baby, I'd have starved to death long ago." He smiled as she mentioned "eating" the card again. "How about I just put it here?" Ren opened his jacket, and with exaggerated slowness, slipped it into his pocket there, keeping his hands in full view at all times. "There," he said, patting the coat where he'd placed it. "Now it's safe, and you don't have to yell at me anymore," he finished with a wink. "But speaking of eating, I think I already made us late enough, so..." He held out the crook of his arm for her to take and pointed at the Monorail Cafe. "Shall we?"

Ren sagged with visible relief as Lynn let him off the hook. "Well, I guess it's not too much of a stretch to believe I might do something like that, considering... well, what I was before you found me. I'm trying to become more than that, though." He grinned. "And not just because I couldn't be a villain if meant saving my life. I swear, if I had to steal candy from a baby, I'd have starved to death long ago." He smiled as she mentioned "eating" the card again. "How about I just put it here?" Ren opened his jacket, and with exaggerated slowness, slipped it into his pocket there, keeping his hands in full view at all times. "There," he said, patting the coat where he'd placed it. "Now it's safe, and you don't have to yell at me anymore," he finished with a wink. "But speaking of eating, I think I already made us late enough, so..." He held out the crook of his arm for her to take and pointed at the Monorail Cafe. "Shall we?"

A nat 1. Jeez, I kick butt at rolls when I'm GMing, but it just does not carry over to my characters. :(

A nat 1. Jeez, I kick butt at rolls when I'm GMing, but it just does not carry over to my characters. :(

Obviously, the evil elephant wasn't after him, as it strode right past Daisuke and made a beeline for the witch and her skeleton. He might not have gotten off on the right foot with the two of them, but he couldn't just let it crush them. That bone kid seemed to be alright when he wasn't clawing at his face, and Daisuke thought the witch girl might be one of those magical girls they had in the mangas he heard about. So when the elephant hurled his former cage at the both of them, Daisuke wasted no time in springing into action. "Hey!" he shouted at the massive beast, and ran up behind it, swinging away at it's legs. Unfortunately, despite the beast's giant size, his punch went so far off course that he fell over onto his face. I really hope no one saw that.

Obviously, the evil elephant wasn't after him, as it strode right past Daisuke and made a beeline for the witch and her skeleton. He might not have gotten off on the right foot with the two of them, but he couldn't just let it crush them. That bone kid seemed to be alright when he wasn't clawing at his face, and Daisuke thought the witch girl might be one of those magical girls they had in the mangas he heard about. So when the elephant hurled his former cage at the both of them, Daisuke wasted no time in springing into action. "Hey!" he shouted at the massive beast, and ran up behind it, swinging away at it's legs. Unfortunately, despite the beast's giant size, his punch went so far off course that he fell over onto his face. I really hope no one saw that.

First, it's the "Crips" not "Crypts". They're not undead, y'know. And I find it hard to believe that they're afraid of much of anything. Also, what exactly would be the "good reason" for gang members shooting each other?

First, it's the "Crips" not "Crypts". They're not undead, y'know. And I find it hard to believe that they're afraid of much of anything. Also, what exactly would be the "good reason" for gang members shooting each other?

Okay, it looks good to me. Approved