The Adventure

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Dec 18, 2024 1:55 am
"Howzit goin'? Name's Sal Amato, and this here is my glorious junkyard! My trash is your treasure! So, what can I do ya for?"

Stats

Cunning Junkyard Owner (3)
Not-So-Tough Tough Guy (3)
Dec 18, 2024 5:06 am
>>>"Mind if we take a look around?" Darshelle said sweetly. "You might just have something of interest to us back in your yard." What that was and if she were here determined theyr next steps.
Dec 18, 2024 11:04 am
Victor wrinkles his nose as he hangs back behind the others. He's content to let them do the talking for the time being, but his eyes scan the office and the surrounding junkyard for any hidden dangers.
Dec 18, 2024 6:53 pm
Fuchsia steps into a protective pose ahead of Victor hands on hips. Her lighting becomes golden and heroic.

In her proudest, most heroic voice she says, Yes Mr Amato, I am Fuchsia Blu, and we are the Fierce Four, and we'd like to take a look around.
Dec 18, 2024 10:11 pm
Sal looks more closely at the group, and nods at Fuchsia's golden lighting. He seems impressed...or fake-impressed? He is, after all, supposedly a slippery figure....

"So ya'll are some soopers, huh? Fightin' yer Doctors of Doom and Skulls of Redness, or whatever? Don't see many o' yer kind round these parts...."

He takes a few big puffs of his cigar, considering.

"I'd love to help ya, but I'm a busy man, and I can't let just anyone meander around my junkyard. What say you pay me...let's see...$25, and we'll take a tour of the property together. I should actually charge you $50, because my time is valuable, but I'll give ya a discount...because you're do-gooders. Like me! Never broken a law in my life!"

"And if ya'll tell me what yer lookin' for specifically, I might could make yer search quicker. I know every bolt and piece o' scrap in this yard!"
Dec 20, 2024 1:00 am
Fuchsia sees her dream of owning a car slipping through her fingers,$25? Well, I mean, I guess, maybe...
Then an idea occurs to her, maybe she can appeal to his sense of community,
Mr Amato, We aren't actually here for a tour, we're here responding to a report having to do with some possible Major Villain activity in your junkyard. Now I'm sure, that when the people hear of our deeds, they'll want to know who were the upstanding honest people in the community, people like yourself, running reputable businesses who serve on the side of good. They'll want to know who were those regular heroes, she gestures towards him, who aided those SUPER heroes she gestures towards the group, when the community needed them most. Where will you stand Mr Amato when it comes time to fight the evil army of mechanical monsters designed to devour you and me and everyone you know and love into itty bitty teensy tiny little bits? Will you help us Mr Amato?
Last edited December 20, 2024 1:03 am

Rolls

Blinding Optimism - (2d6)

(35) = 8

Dec 20, 2024 2:08 am
OOC:
This discussion/argument will be a single-action conflict.

Rolls

Cunning Junkyard Owner - (3d6)

(544) = 13

Dec 20, 2024 2:21 am
Sal gapes at Fuchsia, then busts out laughing.

"Villain activity? Mechanical monsters? Yer takin' this sooper stuff waayyy too seriously! There ain't no danger out here! Look around!"

He gestures towards the junkyard, the sky, the forest surrounding the property. It does indeed seem peaceful.

"But if ya insist on the doom-and-gloom [snicker], I'll humor ya! But I still gotta get paid! Bein' an 'upstanding community member' is all well and good, but moolah still makes the world go round! Why, I've already lost money standin' here yammering with ya! I could be on the phone drummin' up inventory, doin' my books, workin' on marketin'. So pay the $25, or get lost!"
OOC:
Fuchsia's optimism is in the gutter! You'll have cheer yourself up somehow, preferably away from Sal. You won't be able to use Blinding Optimism for a bit.
Dec 20, 2024 2:29 am
Suddenly, a black Jeep zooms into the parking area, sending dirt and gravel flying. Sarah jumps back in alarm, and huddles even closer to her car.

A woman dressed in tactical gear and sunglasses hops out and walks confidently towards the group. You see two pistols, one holstered on each hip, and some other bulges in her clothes that surely indicate she's carrying other weapons.

She smirks at the Fierce Fource, then speaks to Sal.

"Mr. Sal Amato? I'd like to examine your property. There have been sightings here that interest me."
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Dec 20, 2024 2:33 am
Sal's puffing intensifies, and he's clearly eying the weapons with some concern. But to hear him speak, you'd think he's completely unfazed.

"You too? Seems this place is the most popular spot in town! Like I told these sky-is-fallin' soopers, my time is valuable! If ya wanna check out my junkyard, ya gotta pay me for a tour! And the price just went up to $50, since clearly demand is high!"

He wags a finger at the woman.

"And don't try anything funny! I'll sic my dogs on ya, and call the cops, if ya try to sneak around! And no negotiating! It's $50, period!"
Dec 20, 2024 2:38 am
The woman only nods, and pulls out a wallet.

"A fair price. In fact, I'll pay you...$200 for an exclusive tour. If you understand my meaning."
Dec 20, 2024 2:41 am
Sal licks his lips, imagining the easy money. But then he, perhaps surprisingly, shakes his head.

"Sorry, toots. Seems like I got a good thing goin'. At this rate, the whole town'll be out her snoopin' around my junkyard! Givin' out exclusive tours would be leavin' money on the table! So I'll stick to my original offer: $50!"
Dec 20, 2024 2:43 am
"Done."

She hands him a crisp $50 bill, then walks into the junkyard, scanning everything slowly.

"Shall we? I'm on the clock."
Dec 20, 2024 2:50 am
"Oh, we shall!"

He turns towards the Fierce Fource.

"You all stay here, until ya've decided not to be so cheap and weird! Or piss off and whine about havin' to pay a few bucks, I don't care which!"

He lets out a shrill whistle, and two male German Shepherds, likely brothers, bound out of the office and over to him. Sal strokes their necks lovingly, and whispers encouraging words.

"Boys, watch these folks! Don't let 'em snoop around until I've gotten back!"

He follows the mystery woman, while the dogs sit down and eye you all. While they're not growling or barking yet, they clearly understand their assignment.
The dogs are: Well-trained Guard Dogs (2)

The woman's names and stats are currently unknown. She moved too quickly, and has an aura of secrecy. But perhaps you can come up with some way to decipher what she's all about?
Dec 20, 2024 7:59 am
"Wow. I hope you’re recording all this, Fuchsia. We shouldn’t have to bribe people to save children, and he wouldn’t sic his dogs on us if he didn’t already know he was doing something terribly wrong.

"Lemme try luring them away."


At subatomic size or in flight, Small Fry is untouchable to the dogs. The trick is she needs to make a low flight to lure them.

She chances flying low and shrinking as she flies so, ideally, the dogs think she’s flying further away and they need to speed up. But will they run off (or worse, chomp her faster than she can become untouchable to them)?

Rolls

⚛️ Subatomic Shrinker - (4d6)

(3535) = 16

Dec 20, 2024 5:10 pm
maybe you'rr right.that guy called me cheap and weird, and I think I screwed up the team name. she becomes grey, clearly having allowed his words to get to her.
I thought I was being broke and heroic, you know what I mean Small Friiii... she watches her teammate take a running shrink...
Dec 20, 2024 9:16 pm
OOC:
Single-action conflict again, but I'm not rolling for the dogs, since it's impossible for them to beat Small Fry's roll. You're able to lure them away, allowing your teammates to enter the junkyard unmolested, if they choose to do so. However, the dogs let out a few confused barks as they chase Small Fry, which Sal and the mystery woman might hear. Right now, though, they're out of sight in the junkyard. Small Fry's trickery has also reduced the dogs' "guardedness" a bit.
Dec 21, 2024 7:19 pm
Well, this isn't exactly how I wanted this to go. Sneaking around like a lousy... As she trails off mumbling she continues desaturating and almost seems to become unlit and disappear.

Down, but not completely out, she presses on, determining that the greater good of heroics, outweighed the lousy feeling of being a sneak. While she's at it, she does start her recording equipment, in case they need it for study later, or, you know, content. She'll take a quick look around the office before stepping into the yard.

Rolls

Light & Color Manipulator - (4d6)

(1534) = 13

Dec 22, 2024 6:47 pm
OOC:
Did you change your avatar's color to match your powers? Noice!
Dec 22, 2024 7:06 pm
With Small Fry distracting the dogs, Fuchsia has some room to maneuver.

She enters the office/shack, which is just as messy as the person of Sal Amato. He clearly loves pork rinds, as there are empty bags scattered everywhere. You don't find any info on Eliza Caldwell, robotic squirrels, or super-villains, though. You do, however, find a stack of porn mags in a desk drawer. This narrator won't go into detail. Let's just say Sal has eccentric tastes.

Stepping back outside, Fuchsia will see Sal and the mystery woman at the far northeastern corner of the lot. Sal is talking and gesturing, while the woman is focused, looking over every single thing as they walk past it. Neither of them notice you, your powers (and the distance between you) working to obscure your form.

Then Fuchsia will notice movement in a scrapped pickup truck about 30 yards away. Two robotic squirrels, just like Reddit said!

The squirrels look more cute than malicious; you don't immediately see any weapons on them. Right now, they're looking towards Sal and the woman. You hear metallic chatters. Then they look towards Fuchsia, and their chatters intensify. It seems they recognize that something is there, but can't determine what. Eventually, though, their chatters cease, and they return to their work.

Their work? Each squirrel has a pack strapped to its back, and they're tossing in nuts, bolts, wires, fuses, knobs, and so on as they navigate the truck's innards. Occasionally they stop to again make sure nothing has noticed them, before returning to their collecting.
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Two robo-squirrels (1)
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