"Body like a twig?! Hang on, got a good video of you flat-shaming that I'm sharing on tumblr. You've already got, let's see... twelve thousand vendettas proclaimed against you. That might actually be a record this week. Last week was a lady who wouldn't pick up after her dog."<br/><br/>"...flat-shaming, daughter? Is that even a real thing? There is no shame in being a little underdeveloped for your age, you know," Sultana said incredulously.<br/><br/>"I guess it is now! Oh man, people are saying the funniest things about you. Would you like me to pick out some good ones? 'The days of bust privilege are come to an end, forward my flat legions!' These guys are ridiculous. ... Boy, I hope none of them are serious about firebombing your house, isn't that where we are? I wouldn't give it any thought except for the new generation of Amazon drones. Speaking of..." Water dripped off the turrets in spades as the heating system melted the subtle bits of ice. It remained to be seen if the turrets would still function, though...<br/><br/>"Hearts!" Sultana said quickly, changing the subject, "since one of you is going to make Our shades explode, and one of you is heartless enough to criticize a teenager's figure, and the last is busy picking apart a minor river god who dropped in for a bite to eat..." the immortal crocodile managed to waddle away with most of its entrails intact, glaring fiercely at Tabs. The tiny fuzzy alligator showed no fear of her, being entirely invulnerable itself, and merely said, "honk!"<br/><br/>"...We will do this the old-fashioned way!" A blinding light filled the would-be gatehouse of the Stormwatch HQ, and when it had faded, there was a two-dimensional readout of hearts hovering over everyone's head. Darclight had five hearts over his head, Tabs had four, and Kanina had a mere three! The cheek of it!<br/><br/>"Strength of character We believe was next!" A curtain suddenly raised to reveal... one of the new occupants of the tower had installed an eerie-looking (and clearly-mystical) game system and plasma TV (possibly using actual blood plasma), showing off a character select screen for something called, 'Ultimate Netherworld Brawl 47, Game of the Century Edition'. Available were such luminaries as, 'Alucard,' 'Simon Belmont,' 'Anthony Hopkins,' 'Bill' and 'Peashooter.' "Choose yours!"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Darclight fails in his endeavor even with Kanina's support, and takes d4 emotional stress from people saying mean things about him on tumblr. Tabs creates a d10 Asset (if she doesn't spend PP) or Resource (if she does). Taking EVERYONE'S opportunities, giving everyone 1PP, because clearly nothing is so dooming as playing video games against the badguy. Everyone gets 1XP because I used a d12 in Ace's section. Doom pool at 1d8+5d10<br/><br/>Darclight gets the 1XP I had forgotten before, and Tabs does indeed get 1xp for self-experimentation.</div></div><br/><hr/><strong>Ace</strong><br/>Arachne's breasts might have had some silicone to them, but that didn't stop Ace from tackling the spider-woman to the ground. "Waugh!" she shouted as they impacted the ground, Ace feeling the telltale<em>crack</em>of the drider's ribs as they made an impressive crater in the ground, her limbs flailing ineffectually. "Fuck!"<br/><br/>"Three dollars it is.<em>Really</em>," Minerva said, descending, her form already visibly slimming, "it's like nobody else is good enough to take on a monster like Ace."<br/><br/>"That's exactly what it's like, now help me out!" Arachne struggled, curling up her lower body to try and web Ace around the arms and throat, not managing to get a good angle as the Venusian proved far more nimble than anticipated. Minerva casually dodged the web-streams, using Ace's distraction in crushing Arachne to slip around her waist, shifting into a giant white snake with yellow slitted pupils. The snake wrapped around Ace's waist, under her arms up to her neck to look her in the face, holding her gaze with its weaving neck and its hypnotic eyes. Ace could feel her blood slowing, her limbs becoming heavy as she looked into those eyes, and Arachne started to slip free as Ace's arms started to become entombed in stone.<br/><br/>"That'sssss better," Minerva hissed, "just ssssubmit to it."<br/><br/>That wasn't on the cards, it seemed, as Ace tried to direct Arachne's frenzied webbing attempts onto her snake captor! Minerva shed the webs like a snake shedding its skin (which was perhaps also true in the literal sense) with a burst of flame and a contemptuous air. The Venusian Vixen was surely in a pickle, as she was but moments away from becoming a statue!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Dice rolls in the OOC. Ace smacks the crap out of Arachne for d12 physical stress. Minerva attempts to petrify Ace and tags her with a d12 Almost Completely Petrified complication. Nephilim fixes herself up, which means 1XP for the Watcher having used a d12 from the doom pool. Both Arachne and Ace's counter fail to be effective. Ace's go! Doom pool stands at 1d8+5d10</div></div>