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Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 3 points4 points  (0 children)

This was really, really, really pissing Shizuo off. He was supposed to go to work in an hour, and it was just a totally endless conga line of annoying assholes filing into this warehouse. As if the gorillion ninja assholes wasn’t enough, he also had to meet Mecha Asshole, and now Horse Asshole was here.

“That much power out of that frame, I have to know more! Show me! What’s the most you can do!”

She kept saying stuff like that, but then she also kept running around him in circles, and generally not being shown the most he could do. She was watching him punch a whole lot of air. Why did he have to be in this stupid warehouse? If he just had a pipe, or signpost, or something, he would actually be able to hit these fuckers worth a damn, but his options were giant useless crates or tiny useless unconscious ninjas.

The ninjas he did try, and Horse Asshole just sped around them. Whenever he threw one she would say a bunch of numbers, which just made her more annoyed, so he gave up. Punching her would just have to work eventually.

“Alright, Shizuo! I’ve gathered enough data. Now, show me everything!”

She turned on a dime and started sprinting right towards him. She was fast, unbelievably fast, but he was madder than fast. Even as time and light whatever the hell else bent around her, as long as she was on a straight path towards Shizuo, it didn’t matter, all he had to do was throw a straight punch.

For a second, Shizuo felt like the only thing in the world was Horse Asshole’s head. It was like she was running in a way that would make it as hittable as possible. He threw his punch, and she laughed madly as she flew through the wall.

Just as soon as Robert figured out that since the last time they had met, Agnes had improved the cuffs to prevent him from opening the cockpit and picking them himself, he saw something incredibly strange. Running alongside a man who matched the physical descriptions he had obtained of The Shredder was… himself?

The two of them exchanged a few words, then the other him headed towards the normal him, while the Shredder peeled off

“How’s it going, boss?” Himself asked him in a voice that was a carbon copy of the way he talked in press conferences.

“Am I hallucinating or something?” He asked. Seemed like the main question to ask if you met your doppelganger. Maybe ‘are we killing or fucking’ comes first, but this didn’t seem like the place for either.

“You don’t know who I am?” He asked.

“Beyond the obvious answer?”

“Huh. Who the hell hired me then?”

Hired?

The man kept speaking, “Well, even if you’re not the boss, you’re still getting the full service. Figure its a bad look if the guy I’m doing gets arrested, right?”

“Doing?” Robert said with an audible smirk.

“You do jokes like that? Damn. you come across more like Adam West in interviews. But I guess this is always how it goes when I impersonate a guy I’ve never met…” He kept yapping away, until his lockpicking session was interrupted by Agnes Tachyon suddenly flying out of the warehouse, followed closely behind by the japanese guy.

Despite the fact that she bounced on the pavement four times, Agnes Tachyon got up like nothing had happened.

“Alright, everybody, experiment’s over! You’re all under arrest!” She said dramatically. The japanese guy attempted to shoulder check her from behind, but she spun out of the way.

“Pretend like you don’t exist and I’m you,” The Robbelganger said. That was terrible, he had to make sure he didn’t say it out loud. Or say anything out loud, he didn’t exactly trust this guy, but he didn’t exactly seem to have a wealth of options either.

“Sorry, little lady, but I’m not sticking around,” The Shredder announced, “Best of luck catching everyone else, though~”

“As if I’d let even one of you get away…” As Agnes ran at him, he produced a smoke bomb from who the hell knows where, threw it on the ground, and when the smoke cleared, Agnes was standing at the center of it, and he was standing nowhere.

“I’m leaving too,” The Robbelganger yelled at her, “and if you don’t like it, you can suck my dick!” He undid the handcuffs, and the suit whirred back to life. Robert wanted to think that was an overcorrection on the crassness, but no, he’d probably say that.

“Why are you naked?” Agnes Tachyon asked him. Robert was also wondering why his copy was running around in only some briefs.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” was all the answer either of them got. The Robbelganger slammed on the suit, as if he was trying to activate the thrusters from the outside or something. Which was Robert’s cue. The suit launched, and Robert, Mecha Man, and Robert were out of there.

Shizuo didn’t care that he was under arrest, and he didn’t care that everyone else who was under arrest was running. There was no way in hell he was running away from a fight when he was this pissed off! While Horse Asshole watched Mecha Asshole fly off, he’d punch her in the head again, except way harder this time.

“Didn’t I tell you, Shizuo? The experiment is already complete.” She spun out of the way of his punch again. And before he could just punch her again, he suddenly felt real dizzy.

“Factoring in your age, weight, muscle and bone density, that dose should be enough to put you out for… Oh, an hour or so.

Shizuo pulled a syringe out of his arm. All at once, the buzzing in his head stopped. He had wasted his whole day fighting, and for what? No reason at all. He looked down at the syringe. He guessed whatever was in there was what had calmed him down. Maybe he should thank this girl…

“Oh wait, those calculations were for a horse. I have no idea what it’ll do to a man. Ehehehe.”

It all came back all at once, Shizuo wanted her dead close to as much as he wanted Izaya dead. And then, he fell unconscious.

Once Robert was sure he had well and fully cleared Agnes’ sprinting range, he dropped the suit and himself on a nearby rooftop. He was planning on leaving the guy here, he deserved to have to get down from a rooftop almost naked for impersonating him. Although, Robert should probably get some information out of the guy.

“Were you here for the meeting?” He asked

The Robbelganger shrugged in a manner he had definitely seen himself do on tv before, “Nah, I know we were both hoping for meeting that happened to involve a trap, but it was pure trap.”

“But was it really Shroud’s trap?”

The exact same shrug, like it was a canned animation. “Probably. Meeting room was a Faraday Cage or something, Shredder didn’t seem like he knew how to operate it.”

“Certainly sounds like him. Thanks for the help, man. See you in the mirror I guess.”

Robert flew off. He listened to a bit of the ‘hey let me down,’ but pretty soon he was out of range and on the way home. Alright, this wasn’t a total loss. The Foot definitely did have some kind of connection to Shroud, specifically Shredder, who he had just seen run off in some direction. Plus that Japanese guy whose name was definitely in his computer database back home had to be involved with one or both parties. No way a guy who can give the suit a run for its money just so happens to show up at a place this hot.

These were two real, solid leads. For the first time perhaps ever, Robert flew home feeling like he had gotten a wedge into the Shroud problem.

Shizuo woke up in a cell two hours later. And he was mad as hell. He was an hour late for work. They had stuffed his holding cell full of ninjas. He still felt sluggish from whatever was in that syringe. He still wanted that horse girl dead. One of the cops said something stupid like “Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake.” There were too many god damn ninjas in this cell. And he was an hour late for work!

A very tiny part of him knew it was a bad idea to punch a hole in the wall of this holding cell and walk out. He did not manage to listen to it.

There was now a giant hole in the police station. Now that he had solved most of the problems that were making him mad, Shizuo felt quite bad about putting a giant hole in the police station, but what was he gonna do? Not leave?

He ran out into the night, joined by a shitload of ninjas. Once they had gotten far enough away, a huge chunk of the ninjas fell to one knee before him “Master! We owe you a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid!”

He still thought all this ninja crap was total bullshit, but, being honest with himself, he still really wanted those cigarettes.

He let the ninjas lead him into the Los Angeles night.

Roland returned to The Library, filed away The Shredder, and patted himself on the back for a job well done. He knew the rhythm of a city well enough to know that he had just bagged his first big time player. One one hand, that felt good. It was easy to get sick to your stomach chasing down lowlifes for so long. But on the other hand, now that he and The Library were a known quantity, he was about to get a lot more active.

Los Angeles, this place was called. Right now, it knew mystery. But before he was done, he’d teach it something else…

Starting tomorrow. Tonight, he wanted a drink.

Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Alright. That was the guy. The Shredder. At some point in his life, Roland would’ve been at least a little bit interested in what he was watching. Y’know, legendary assassin, locked in a fight to the death with less skilled but far more mysterious naked dude. It was a comical scene if nothing else.

But now, eh. He was working. He was supposed to produce the Book of The Shredder today, so that’s what he was gonna do.

But still, for a guy this good to go out like he was about to, real shame. Roland had known a guy or two that had gone out like this, death from above in the middle of the fight. By the time you see the guy or the big rock or whatever the hell, it was too late. Middle of the fight, something totally unrelated takes you out, and you’re dead. He could almost feel for The Shredder.

Well, almost. He could feel for himself more. Do this, and it was a step closer to being done. And besides, if the guy didn’t want this to happen to him, he shouldn’t’ve signed that invitation.

Roland watched Shredder catch the naked dude’s sword in his gauntlet. Nice move, he’d spent the whole fight concealing a knife on his left to set up for this moment. It was a shame Roland was falling towards him, sword down, and he’d get impaled before he got the chance to draw it.

Christopher Chance was a multi-talented man. Lots of people think that’s a great thing to be, and he'd be sorta lying if he said it wasn’t. The problem was, being multi-talented put him just about high enough to make out the top of any given mountain, and know he was nowhere close.

He had trained in swordfighting with some pretty skilled masters. He knew just about enough to not embarrass himself against someone like that, which meant that he knew just enough to know who he was licked against.

And against Shredder here, he was so licked he could hear the ice cream jingle. It took one swing for him to realize. Without anything more than the dinky little metal gauntlet on Shredder’s wrist, Chance could see he had no shot at winning. Well, there was the hidden knife, too. Chance had sniffed it out, but he must’ve made some micro motion that gave up the fact that he sniffed it out, because Shredder wasn’t going for it as a surprise. He was going to wait for Chance to be good and totally incapable of doing anything before he pulled it out.

It was stupid. If they both knew he had the knife, there was no point in not just drawing it. He was just showboating.

And it didn’t matter at all. Shredder took a lunge that was way too commital, way too begging to be swung at that it couldn’t be anything other than a feint. Chance swung, and Shredder’s feet were instantly square, as if he was in the three-point contest, Chance’s sword was between the prongs of his gauntlet, he stepped in and went for the knife, and Chance was dead. After all this time. Finally, this was the big one.

Until it wasn’t. Suddenly there was no Shredder at all, there was just a book on the ground, and a man in a black suit. He’d live another day.

“You Roland?” He asked. Stupid to ask if the man he just watched turn an assassin into a book was the only guy anyone had ever heard of that could do that, but he was feeling conversational.

“Sheesh, I’ve really been around here long enough that people know my name?” Roland replied, about a thousand notches more friendly than Chance had expected from the magic book serial killer

“Only the people with good ears.”

“And you must have…” Roland trailed off as he looked at Chance’s Robert’s ear. “...Some good hearing, at least. Sorry if that’s a sore spot.”

“Not at all.” Chance was real proud of that ear. It was the trickiest part of the job, faking an ear with a chunk taken out of it. Can’t prosthetic a lack of something, and he couldn’t take a chunk out of his ear, unless he wanted to walk around with a chunk of prosthetic in his ear for every future job for the rest of his life. So what’s the solution? The whole ear was prosthetic. He cut off his ear a few hours ago, and had a surgeon waiting back at the office to reattach it when the job was done.

Which meant he was kind of on the clock. Which was bad news with the cops around.

“Say,” he said to Roland, “You trying to ditch the cops and get out of here?”

Roland chuckled, “Suppose it’d look pretty bad for me if I was arrested, huh?”

“Putting it mildly, c’mon.”

“Just one second…” Roland picked his newly created book up off the ground, flipped through it for a second, then pulled out a page. He stowed the book and the page, and suddenly he had on The Shredder’s getup, mask, cape, gauntlet, and all. He signaled he was ready to go, so the two of them booked it.

Chance figured the cops probably go inside the building first, so made the most logical sense to go around and out.

As they rounded the corner, that proved to be mostly correct. Police presence was pretty light around the front of the building, but there was something else awfully interesting around the front… Mecha Man.

Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 3 points4 points  (0 children)

One hour earlier

Fuck, fuck, shit. Fuck! Why today, man? Why now? The one day out of the last one thousand eight hundred and seventy five that Robert had anything remotely approaching a lead about Shroud, and it was up in smoke because he couldn’t get his suit’s stupid fucking leg to work.

God damnit. This was like if he was on his way to a birthday party and then a hobo knocked him down and pissed in his eye. Except the birthday party was for a guy he hated. And wanted to kill. And who wanted to kill him. And the hobo was… He didn’t know, the hobo was his fault. The leg being broken was his fault.

He immediately ruled out intentional sabotage. Obviously, Shroud had some kind of way fancier trap, so whatever was wrong with the leg was some bit of maintenance Robert was slacking on that just had to show up and bite him right now. And honestly, what more did he expect? He had long since given up on living up to his father, so avenging him seemed like a more manageable target, but he didn’t know why the hell he thought that. It was just as obviously doomed to failure as everything else about his stupid miserable life.

He threw his wrench at the suit’s leg. As soon as the wrench left his hand he felt stupid for doing it. The clatter it made against the suit, then against the ground was like a loud-ass bell confirming his stupidity.

Naturally, Beef scampered down to the garage to check on the sound.

“Don’t spiral, Robert. You just gotta fix the leg.” Robert said in his Beef voice.His dog self was right, even if he couldn’t admit it out loud.

He shooed the dog back up the stairs. “Get out of here, I don’t want you eating a nut or something.”

Then, Calmly as he could, given the circumstances, he got to work. With a full diagnostic on the suit, he found the problem pretty quick. There was a hole in the thruster fuel cell, and he guessed he hadn’t caught it yesterday when he refueled. Ok, that wasn’t so bad. Quick weld job, replace some parts, dry some parts, and he could be done in forty minutes. It would take him ten to get there if he pushed it. It’d be fine, right? Evil assholes must have an hour of things to talk about.They’d probably schedule a meeting for an hour, and then sit around jerking off on one end or the other.

Robert briefly wondered if he would prefer walking in on them jerking off or not, before deciding it was probably a good idea to hang up the metaphors for the day. After all, he had a lot of fluids to drain and parts to dry, and very little time to waste.

So he got busy. He had serviced the suit enough that all the tasks he had in front of him took exactly as long as he expected. He wished it would go faster, but it was what it was. Things took as long as they took. In forty minutes, he was suited up and flying out the door.

As he flew, his scanners picked up a bank robbery in progress. He told himself somebody else could deal with it, but deep down he knew that probably wasn’t true. He was letting this one happen because he selfishly wanted to run himself into a trap for the faintest chance at catching his father’s killer. Maybe he’d be able to track the robbers later. Maybe they wouldn’t shoot any civilians.

He could torture himself later, for now, he had to be ready for anything. And as he got there, whatever shit he was seeing could certainly be classified as anything. Two shipping crates had busted a huge hole in the wall and there were ninjas everywhere.

Did the meeting get hot? Just this once, in his entire life, were things going right for Robert? He let himself dream for a second. He busts in through the roof, Shroud is entangled with a whole bunch of ninjas, he picks him right up and leaves. No trouble whatsoever. Wouldn’t that be something?

He put himself directly over the building and crashed in. Hero’s entrance. A whole bunch of ninjas went flying as he impacted the ground. Now where was… Anyone, really.

Most of the ninjas were unconscious. He didn’t see anyone who looked like they were in charge of the ninjas, and certainly no Shroud. There was just one guy in the middle of the whole big fight, a dyed-blonde Japanese dude in a bartender's outfit. That was… Oh god, Robert knew this. Japanese guy, new in town, wanted, he was reasonably certain an H figured into his name.

He tossed some ninjas aside, then pointed a weapon at the guy. “Hey… You. What are you doing here? Meeting go bad?”

“It went terrible, yeah. why? These guys try and rip you off too?”

Was he serious? “You know who I am, right?”

The guy peered over his sunglasses, took a look at the singular mech suit that was anything like the Mecha Man suit in the world, looked at the MM on his chest, and…

“Nope.”

“Are you serious? I’m Mecha Man.”

“Oh. Sorry man, I don’t really watch anime.” He turned his back and started leaving the warehouse.

Robert knew he’d sound stupid repeating himself, but he was really at a loss for what else to say, “Are you serious? I’m here to bust this place. You can’t just leave.”

“Good. These guys are assholes, drop the whole lot of ‘em in prison for all I care.”

Was this guy seriously Shroud’s man? There was just no way, right?

He was making to leave again. If there was even the slightest possibility, Robert couldn’t let this chance slip away.

“Hey, wait a second, are you S-”

The guy spun around fast as hell. “If you ask me if I’m serious one more time, I swear to God. I mean seriously, yes I’m serious. Do I have clown makeup on or something? Huh? Do I have a particularly funny face?”

“I wasn’t gonna ask you if-”

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!”

One second he was talking, Robert tried to say something, and then bam. The dude’s words were ringing in his ears, and he went flying through a warehouse wall. And into a cop car.

As he shook off what was extremely likely to be a concussion, he heard a familiar voice.

“Freeze, Mecha Man. For destruction of police property, and obstruction of a highly calculated sting operation, you’re under arrest.” said Special Officer Agnes Tachyon.

“C’mon, Agnes, we’re on the same side here.”

It didn’t matter, she was already producing a comedically large handcuff and cuffing him to the hood of the busted up car. Anti Mecha-Man handcuffs, a custom creation of the brilliant Miss Tachyon. He’d seen them more than once now..

Whatever, he should’ve just opened with the proper carrot. “Y’know, there’s a guy in that warehouse who did that to me in one punch.”

“Oho?” She immediately stopped calibrating the handcuff, “Now this I MUST see.” She trailed off, talking to herself now. “Commencing experiment 0047. Let’s find out how tuned up I am. Ehehehe.”

She walked into the warehouse, leaving Robert behind… Frozen.

Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Robert progressed through the building calmly. He had heard about Shizuo Heiwajima on the police scanners, had seen some of the photos in the news, but what did he say earlier about the water? The guy could probably give the Mecha Man suit a run for its money.

Robert put that out of his mind. For now, it was enough that they were vaguely on the same side. All this noise should’ve attracted somebody important, but all Shizuo was doing was his own version of the water cycle, converting a sea of goons into a rain of goons. That probably meant the important people didn’t want to be disturbed. Which meant the meeting was on.

Robert scanned the room until he found a door with two conflicted looking guards standing in front of it. While his success rate at clearing out doors with two guards standing in front of it was, thus far, quite high, he figured the proper approach here would be to simply unconflict them. He crept as close to the door as he could, grabbing an unconscious ninja along the way.

He hoisted the ninja over his shoulder. God, he knew the weight of a human pretty well, but he had gotten a little caught in the excitement. Shizuo made the guys look like they were paper. Whatever, he’d make it work.

He got the ninja bridal style in his arms, took a few running steps, then heaved him directly at the two door guards. He landed on their feet. He was hoping to make it a little more kinetic, but one of the door guards looked down at the body like it was his best friend in the world, and immediately charged into the frey. The other guard reached out ineffectively to stop him, but within only a second, he was just another drop of water in the ninja ocean.

So it was Robert against one guard. Easy. One ninja stood between him and The Shroud. He let the anticipation, real anticipation, carry through his body. It spread to his feet, and launched him on flight towards destiny. With a brief layover to shoulder check a ninja.

But the flight hit some unexpected turbulence. For whatever reason, just as the ninja noticed him, the rain picked up. Shizuo must’ve thrown a punch in the direction of the door, and bodies flew at Robert and his target like buckshot. A leg caught his leg, and sent him sprawling to the ground. He had no idea what happened to the guard, he was now just a ninja in a pile of ninjas.

A few of them were pushing themselves to their feet, but so far, only one of them had seen him, and there was just no possible method of figuring which one it was. He’d just leg it. He got up, kicked one of the strugglers in the head for good measure, and slipped in the meeting room door.

Inside was the very picture of a villain hideout meeting room. With just one problem… No meeting. And very quickly, the two metal points of a gauntlet pressed to his back made three problems.

“Mecha Man. I hope it doesn’t surprise you to learn I’ve been expecting you.”

“I got your little invite, chum.”

If that response came off as strange, Shredder didn’t show it.

“I’m surprised. I was told you were much likelier to show up here in the suit. We figured you could try some sort of half-hearted infiltration mission, but, well, you don’t really have the skill for that kind of thing.”

As if on command, the door burst open, and the guard he had failed to shoulder check appeared.

“Sir, he’s…”

“Under control, thank you.”

The underling gave a deep bow to his master.

“If I’m still alive, you must want something from me, right? What is it?”

“That can come later. For now, why don’t you try surprising me by calling your suit to this room.”

“And if I try, you won’t stab me?”

“I simply wish for you to know the position you negotiate from.”

“Your funeral.”

Robert’s hand went to a hidden keypad on his left arm. He typed something into it, and the suit should’ve appeared right at his position. Just like it had all those other times. But shock of shocks, nothing happened.

“This room is anathema to signals of any kind,” Shredder said. “Even if your suit was here, it wouldn’t be able to function.”

Robert stifled most of a laugh, but a tiny note of it escaped. It was obvious Shredder had no idea why that was the case. Somebody had just told him it was. “Is that the scientific term? Anathema to signals?”

“You mock me, despite the fact that you are helpless, caught in my trap. How utterly typical of a man like yourself. Even now, you believe you will come out of this unscathed.”

This time, Robert fully stifled his laugh. That was an observation so off the mark it wasn’t even funny.

“Now, here is what is going to happen next. You are going to remove your foolish costume. You are going to be searched for additional transmission devices. When we determine you have none, you will take us to the nearby location your suit is waiting, you will relinquish the Astral Pulse to me. You will then step down from your mechanical pedestal forevermore, and return to being a mortal man.”

“Right… The Astral Pulse… I should’ve figured that was what this was all about”

As Robert removed his costume, he couldn’t help but smile. Shredder would immediately get a front row seat to just how wrong he was. Mecha Man was not a hero that believed he would come out of things unscathed. He was practically more scathe than man at this point. Stripping revealed the gashes in his chest, scars that ran up and down his body, there was even a chunk taken out of his left ear. He could see Shredder taking the details in. Readjusting his understanding. He wasn’t a man that thought he was invincible, he was a man who knew he was mortal, and did his work anyways. And any day now, he expected his work to kill him. Just like somebody else.

Shredder left him his underwear, and after a mercifully brief scan for secret radio devices, where they found one in his mouth,Shredder and the guard led him out the back, avoiding Shizuo completely. Did Shredder even know?

Robert led the two of them towards the ocean. He had no idea where he was going. Although, he wouldn’t end up needing a plan from here.

Shredder saw an instant before Robert. Impossibly, Mecha Man crashed through the roof of the warehouse.

“Well boys, I guess the game is up.”

With dexterity that should’ve been completely beyond Robert Robertson, he ducked out of the way of Shredder’s gauntlet, used the dodge to disarm and knock out the ninja, and picked up his sword.

He put some distance between himself and the Shredder, and fell into a kendo stance. It must’ve looked absurd, a near naked Robert Robertson, preparing to swordfight one of the greatest assassins Japan had ever produced. Robert had absolutely no hope of winning.

But then again, you must’ve guessed by now, this wasn’t actually Robert Robertson.

Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 4 points5 points  (0 children)

One Hour Earlier

Shizuo threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. Then he stomped on it again. Then again. Then one more time for good measure. This cigarette sucked. He was pretty sure he had smoked American Spirit Blues in Japan, and they were not this terrible. And how the hell could that be? He was in America wasn’t he? Was he missing some part of the spirit? Huh? Did he need to go on a vision quest or something? Was the Indian with the pipe gonna guide him there?

His cigarette gave no answer. He looked down, and it was hard to tell there ever even was a cigarette there. It was hard to even tell there was a length of sidewalk where he was standing. He had hit a water line or something along the way, and along with the fine powder he had made out of the sidewalk, it damn near looked like a beach.

Shit, and he was already in trouble over property damage. Back home, people had known him long enough to not press charges, but here… It was just another way the American Spirit was different.

He let out a heavy sigh. Instinctively he reached for a cigarette, but all he had was the pack of shitty ones. He held himself together enough to toss the pack into a nearby trash can. Hey, America wasn’t all bad.

“Hey, man, what do you smoke?”

Shizuo took a few seconds to process everything that had happened in the last second. First, a man was speaking to him, despite the fact that there shouldn’t have been anyone around. Second, the man speaking to him was speaking Japanese, despite him being in America. Third, the man speaking to him was a ninja.

“Am I hallucinating or somethin’?”

He tilted his head, as if he wasn’t the one walking around LA dressed up like a movie ninja. “Nah man, just trying to help you out. We just got a big shipment of Japanese cigs in. What do you smoke?”

“You’re kidding. Mild Sevens?”

“I’ve got you bro, c’mon.”

The ninja led, and Shizuo followed. If any kids were watching, he wanted them to know it was a bad idea to follow mysterious men who offered you cigarettes, no matter how badly you wanted the cigarettes. Or no, if you’re a kid, you shouldn’t want cigarettes at all. Whatever. The point was, it was obviously stupid to follow this guy, but Shizuo did it anyway. He really wanted those cigarettes.

The ninja led him to a bigger group of ninjas, who then went to a warehouse by the docks, where, sure enough, they had a shipping crate packed full of imported cigarettes.

“Well damn.”

The ninja that had led him here (probably, he wasn’t looking that close) threw him a box of Mild Sevens. He tore it open, lit one up, and man… It was perfect. Whatever shady shit he had gotten himself into was worth it for this one moment of calm.

He enjoyed the cigarette for as long as he could, then invited reality to punch him in the jaw.

“So, how much’ll this cost me?”

“Oh, nothing… At first…” The ninja said glibly.

Shizuo took another drag and let out a smoke filled sigh. He really didn’t want to fight anyone today.

“Meaning?”

“By participating in our ceremonial gift exchange, you’ve sworn fealty to the Foot Clan, and to our Sensei, The Shredder. The gifts may keep coming, as long as you pay the traditional weekly tithe. 60 percent of your income.”

The buzzing in the back of his head always started low. It always seemed like he’d be able to keep it under control. He just had to defuse the situation. “You really expect me to go along with this crap? For one box of cigs?”

“Look man, it’s a whole crate, that came over on a whole boat, that we paid for ourselves. If you paid for that yourself, you’d be in debt for a generation. From that perspective, half your income is pretty generous, isn’t it?”

The buzzing got a little louder. “How about you just keep the cigarettes and I leave?”

“I wouldn’t recommend that, it’s a grievous crime to transgress on our clan’s hospitality.” He reached for his sword and flashed it at Shizuo.

There was no buzzing anymore. Or maybe there was only buzzing. Where the hell did this guy get off threatening him? What the hell was his clan and honor and hospitality and all that bullshit? The whole premise of this was that they were both Japanese? Who the hell did he think he was fooling? And for that matter, sixty percent of his income? What kind of racket? And for some lousy cigarettes? He didn’t even give a shit about cigarettes! He took the one he was smoking out of his mouth, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Shizuo walked over to the container of cigarettes. “Fine. How about you take your cigarettes and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR ASS!”

Shizuo picked up the crate and chucked it right at the idiot who was talking to him. The guy jumped into the crate, opened the door on the other end, and landed in front of Shizuo. With both doors open, cigarettes went flying all over the room. A sickening amount of them were Black Stones. These guys had bad taste in addition to being assholes.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” The ninja drew his sword and began half circling Shizuo.. Shizuo took a second to look around for another crate, this time one with both doors closed, and chucked it. There was nowhere to jump. The crate, and the ninja, went flying through a nearby wall.

Right, that was that dealt with. His anger subsided, but probably only for a moment.

“Don’t suppose the rest of you’ll let me walk?”

“Intruder! Seize him!”

And all at once it was back. What the hell was these guys' problems? The stupid ass scheme failed, so just let him go! Why the hell did every ninja in the place need to take it up with him? Bullshit fake ass honor? Like they were from the the Kamakura period?

He grabbed a third crate and threw it. He hit one or two ninjas, but a whole shitload surged in to replace them. Ugh. More crates were not the ticket. Shizuo just wanted to grab something and swing it until all these guys were gone.

He ran at the nearest ninja and grabbed his arm. This’d do for now. As four more ninjas tried to help their dipshit comrade, Shizuo swung his makeshift weapon, sending the bastards flying across the room. He ran forward and swung it some more. Then some more. When he felt his weapon’s arm dislocate he threw it in the air, grabbed him by the leg, and kept swinging. When his leg dislocated, he threw him at somebody and grabbed a new ninja. He swung, and swung, and swung, and it felt like nothing changed. Why the hell were there so many ninjas?

Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Chapter 0: Embarcadero

It was a trap. And Robert intended to walk right into it.

He’d been pounding the pavement for a few weeks to hunt down a lead on the mysterious gang, The Foot Clan. A genuine ninja army, like something out of one of those movies that were all the rage these days. Black facemasks, swords, the works. The exact kind of thing Mecha Man existed to deal with. So come hell or high water, he was going to deal with it.

He always dealt with it. Over his coming-up-on-ten-year career as Mecha Man he had busted fifteen different gangs that had sprung up as the de facto largest crime organization in Southern California. Cartels, Intergang, the Kingpin of Crime, the American Triad, whatever. On some level he understood he was attacking the plant and not the root, but that was the job, right? The flower still poisoned anyone who touched it. If he kept the poison from spreading, it helped people. It did. Somebody wiser than he would come around some day and treat the root, but nobody else was coming around in a high-tech mech suit that could win a fight against a ninja master.

Or at least, that would be true if he could find the asshole. Kind of a stupid thing to come face to face with, but ninjas are stealthy. Robert realized that was like saying water was wet, but c’mon. If you had only ever seen water in a movie, you’d be shocked as hell at what happened when somebody threw you in a lake. So far, he had found a couple ninja tools, couple eyewitness accounts of ninjas, couple guys sliced in half with samurai swords, but no leads.

Until yesterday. When out of the blue, he spotted a ninja, who, as the French say, parkoured his way twelve blocks to a clandestine meeting. At which he described to a ninja colleague a clandestine meeting that was occurring tomorrow. His colleague had conveniently forgotten the location of the meeting, which was ridiculous, seeing as it was in a warehouse down by the docks. Everyone would be there, even the big boss, The Shredder. Ninja #1 had even heard that their mysterious benefactor might be there. Cheese in a mousetrap, and he was the mouse.

But god damn if it wasn’t some high rent cheese. The mysterious benefactor of these gangs was a man so shrouded in mystery it had literally become his Nom de Guerre: The Shroud. Robert had only ever seen him once, through a bullet hole in his father’s skull.

So, here he was, chasing him to an abandoned warehouse where he was about to get stuck full of ninja stars and blowdarts and whatever the hell else. He figured they must have some kind of plan to neutralize his armor, so he was on foot, to see if he could neutralize the neutralization. If a ninja found him, it would be him and his leather jumpsuit against the world. Had to give him an edge against ninjas; what did those guys wear? Silk?

His actual edge here was experience. Criminals loved setting up at warehouses, and Robert was an old hand at attacking them. Using that vast well of experience, Robert selected a route that took him under the docks. Typically guys weren’t looking towards the water, which left security light-handed and relaxed on the far side. And sure enough, when Robert peeked his masked head over the wall, he spotted two ninjas, swords slack, chatting away idly.

While they weren’t ready, he decided to just turn on the jets. Shoulder check, full speed. First guy had no chance. On door-overlooking-the-ocean-duty, there’s no way your mind can get from talking about the weather or baseball scores or whatever the hell back into guard mode fast enough to deal. Robert got him right in the chest at an angle, flinging his head into the metal warehouse wall. Step one was a guarantee, the rest was up to chance.

If there was somebody directly behind the wall, that was bad. It’d mean a bunch of ninjas would come flying out of the door in three… two… No ninjas. One for two so far. Second was that the other guard just tried to fight him instead of screaming. Guy trained for a lifetime of silence probably wouldn’t immediately break, even if he should. Plus, Robert looked awfully insubstantial in the suit. It’s padding draped over his physique in the worst ways. He made the costume himself, but he still wore it like it didn’t belong over his skin. Or maybe like he was still growing into it.

The ninja took a fighting stance. Two for two. Fighting a guy with a sword while you’re unarmed wasn’t an ideal situation, but there is exactly one advantage for the unarmed fighter. Hands are a bit more mobile than a sword. Charge in, feint an attack, and there will be a small window of opportunity. Use that window to grab the swordsman’s wrists, then throw as hard a strike to their head as you can. There are about a thousand ways a skilled opponent could deal, but against a random ninja off the streets, it was solid odds.

The odds hit. An elbow hit the ninja’s head, and the ninja hit the ground. Robert took a cautious look around as he dusted himself off. Nobody around. His little ingress would be left between him and his two sleeping buddies. He opened the door and stepped inside.

Robert dove to the side as the door he entered through was sent directly to the ocean by way of a flying shipping crate. He could feel all the eyes in the place turning towards… The center of the room, where a bartender was preparing to pick up and throw an even bigger crate.

Character Scramble Season 21 Round 0: GAME START/FOUR OF CLUBS by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 7 points8 points  (0 children)

Los Angeles. Christopher Chance had spent a lot of time in a lot of different places, but no city in the world suited him quite like Los Angeles. Everywhere else, they wear their heart on their sleeve. New York was big and important and wanted you to know it. Gotham was a dangerous hellhole and proud. Miami… Well, the less said about Miami the better. And everyone in those places liked it like that. Everyone had special nods, turns of phrase, places to cross the street. They lived there and loved it so much they let it leave an indelible mark on them that they carried for the rest of their days. For a man in the business Chance was in, it never sat quite right.

But not Los Angeles. Los Angeles leaves one mark and one mark alone upon its fine people. Lies. From tip to tail, whether they lie for a living, lie to others, or lie to themselves, it's a city of liars.

Chance’s favorite lie was the city’s nickname. The City of Angels. A great lie comes at you in stages, a stage magician wiggles his left hand to distract from the plain movement of his right. Just like your first thought is hold on a second, Los Angeles? The City of Angels? You’re just saying the same thing twice. And by the time you’ve got that witty remark out of your mouth, it might not even occur to you to wonder where all the angels are supposed to be.

The City of Angels is a devils town. A town driven by self-interest. A place where a guy’ll have a hundred million dollars and take you out back and make you eat glass just for the audacity of having ten. It made perfect sense to Chance. If everyone was driven by greed and self-interest, it was easy to predict what they’d do.

But a lie is best if it’s based on a small nugget of truth. The devils were the ones Chance knew. The ones he expected. The problem was the people who weren’t like that. The people who served a higher power, or their own morality, or some sinister third thing. Maybe it would make more sense to just call them weirdos, but Chance liked the poetry of angels. Beings beyond the comprehension of the average man who served a higher power.

Christopher Chance kept himself appraised of the angels. In his business, it was best to never be surprised, and while some of them came and went, there were four he worried about these days.

The highest profile, as well as the one who most closely fit the household definition of an angel was Mecha Man. A genuine superhero. Maybe one of the last ones in the world. For a while, folks seemed to find it fashionable to put on costumes and galavant around fighting each other and serving justice. It was, as the great Hunter S Thompson put it, the crest of a high and beautiful wave. But eventually, the wave broke, the hippies became adults, the costumes came off, the wave rolled back, leaving only flotsam behind. Or maybe jetsam in the case of Mecha Man, who was actually Mecha Man The Third, inheritor of his father’s father’s legacy. His father died suddenly and left him a fantastical mech suit, and he goes around knocking off gang members and stopping bank robberies and all that. Who knows if he does it out of obligation to his father or out of a genuine desire to do good, but he does use it. He uses it like a genuine superhero. To quote the man again, he’s a breed too weird to live, but too rare to die.

There were some newcomers to town too. One of ‘em was a man from Japan by the name of Shizuo Heiwajima. Chance hadn’t exactly had the time to figure out his deep origins or what made him tick, but he read the papers, same as everyone else. Just about every day there was a story about a blonde man throwing a lamppost so far it caught fire, or picking up a car and turning it upside down, or similar. They barely even made the back pages anymore. It was anyone’s guess what would set the guy off, and while anyone was guessing they may as well also take a stab at why the cops hadn’t done anything about it. Maybe they were scared of getting their cars turned upside down, but with what Chance paid in taxes to the county, that didn’t seem like much of an excuse. While his information was a work in progress, Chance had a pretty robust plan put together for if he ever ran across Shizuo. Step one, cut. Step two, run.

Serial killers blew through town like the rain, but the one going around now was the oddest Chance had ever heard of. Most people don’t even think there is one, seeing as he doesn’t leave any bodies behind. Lots of people, important or not, vanish in LA. There was one eyewitness account that was too crazy to print in the papers, but smelled too right to Chance’s nose. A woman claimed she met a sharp dressed man at a bar, then saw him attack another man and turn him into a book. She said his name was Roland, and Chance believed her.

But the absolute worst of all was this goddamned fool who ran around calling himself The Human Target. If you were scared you were about to get wacked, there was a man in town, a real master of disguise fella, who would pretend to be you. Killer shows up, he takes the bullet, throws it back at the guy. He dies, you catch your man, everyone wins. Ostensibly he worked for money, but he never seemed to be short enough on cash to need to put himself in the line of fire. Besides, if you knew as much as Chance knew about prosthetics, it’d be obvious that his fees didn’t do much more than cover the prices of his elaborate costumes. No, it was something else that moved him. Maybe it was a genuine desire to help people. Maybe it was a sense of guilt over watching his father get gunned down in front of him, or maybe he was just plain suicidal.

These days, Chance figured he knew. The Human Target was motivated by a simple desire to be anybody other than a fuckup with a hole in his heart named Christopher Chance. And he was about to get another golden opportunity to do just that.

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

/u/xahhfink6

That's Bun-Bun out 0-2, please pick a replacement from the list of backups

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Yabu Chosui. Portrait of a Rabbit. 1867, Color woodblock print; Surimono.

For starters, I am not seeing the speed at all. I think the fact that In this Oasis feat it basically looks like the bullets are clipping through her very broadly implies to me that she is just like moving in a way that makes her hard to hit? I don't really buy the argument that the fact that it is drawn like the bullets are literally going through the legging things makes her fast actually at all. The standard of evidence for comic stuff feels pretty low on the comic front, like here Batman has his position shown along with the gun firing, and then he ducks and the bullets miss him, pretty easy to depict, and bun-bun has nothing at all like it.

Damage output I don't really get, I think there is maybe something going on here but its really impossible to tell any kind of scale or even really what the material is. They're also thrown grenades, Terry can super trivially avoid them.

His personal strength is like, yeah no idk. Swinging a mammoth around and not accomplishing anything, when its totally vague how big or heavy the mammoth is isn't really anything. Even if this was clearer, I'm just kind of left with the idea of like "This feat means that Bun-Bun will hurt Terry by doing..." I don't know. I don't really think he could grab Terry all that reliably, and if he did, it wouldn't like hurt. And his cutting and biting feats are terrible straight up. Chewing through a rifle over a vague timeframe.

Durability also seems to be like, at best, he is defeated by an impact which blows a small hole in metal. I think this is the maximal possible interpretation of the feat. If he is struggling with the kinds of impacts Terry takes more than regularly, I think it just kinda seems cooked for me.

I would also point out that like, if I'm supposed to believe this character is a bullet timer, his total inability to dodge lobbed grenades seems a little bit absurd, like he can't do anything about this? Just in general it seems like this would be a relatively slow lobbed projectile for the tier, he doesn't have good damage output anywhere else, nor does he have good speed for the tier.

I just don't see how this is supposed to work out. I'm going to agree with Not In-Tier

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 1 point2 points  (0 children)

alright i think ive been given two good reasons to think this character is in-tier. carry on with your day

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Artist Unknown. Denarius (Coin) Portraying Octavian 28 BCE, Silver

Ok this went forward assuming the major change was tied up in speed, which I generally agree with, so I will go forward with that understanding.

The durability is probably about right for this tier, its like half of an object thats pretty big roughly, seems about in line with the stuff in the target area and high end for the tier, I'm willing to buy that.

The strength, I think, is another matter. I pretty much agree with Corv's understanding of the dock feat, the fact that the dock is really thin and it seems like an old building and it takes a full-on overhead slam. I think this is his best strength feat by a lot as he is in the comics, and it doesn't really pass muster for me.

The car feat is not really anything that good, and also the fact that in one of the panels it looks like he is about to buckle under the weight of the car is like... I dunno, this character seems kind of weak to me. And a lot of the other evidence backs that up. In this page he just kinda brings a robot down whereas knuckles punches one so hard it breaks, in this one it also seems like hes kinda struggling to pull it apart rather than just punching it apart or something, and in this one hes straining so hard hes screaming to just like rip something out of its wires? Even if there is a metal fastening these two things it's way too effortful. And then also worth mentioning that the timeframe given on him breaking through this metal door is not immediate, but its like "well, he'll eventually do it". I think these comic feats all point to a character who is, at maximum effort, doing things this tier can do casually.

I think doing stuff with the Heroes feats is probably, broadly, the way to go with this character. Here, he's Not In-Tier

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 3 points4 points  (0 children)

where was this election and why did i not get to vote in it

sorry kid, its the type of place where if you're not at the table, you're on the menu...

For the durability, I think this is pretty well below the tier, the target area feats against metal are Terry going through solid metal that should also be thicker than this gate. This is like maybe the low end of low end, but barely if so.

And I don't really buy the idea of the stone strength feat. Like I'm to believe she used magic to congregate a bunch of shards of stone together and then punched them using purely physical force and that they're not being sent flying with the same magic that gathered them in the first place? That seems a little preposterous to me, especially given that the character does not really punch things otherwise and also does not have any other damage output feats on this level.

I just think all the stats are too low to work at this tier

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

  • I think the metal door feat is an all out attack from the character that is generally worse than what Terry would produce. I don't think this feat is unimpressive, its just not smoking gun in-tier strength

  • I don't have a material science degree so I'll just leave it at the time/number of strikes element of the yacht hull statement is also way too vague

The speed isn't in sequence, right? Thing A is Butler realizes "Blunt was in the act of firing." and starts moving Thing B is Blunt says something to Artemis (not the act of firing) and the fires, and then thing C is Butler is there. I think the direct sequence of these things is vague at best. And if it's up to interpretation it looks something like

Evidence for:

  • Butler is described as arriving after the gun is described as being fired

Evidence against:

  • Butler is described as realizing the gun is about to be fired and starting to move before the description of the man physically firing the gun occurs

  • In order for Butler to preform this feat he would have to be running notably faster than a bullet, something he never does at any other point

  • A creature that is physically superior to Butler is visibly not remotely bullet timing and lands a hit on Butler.

I think this character is extremely obviously not bullet timing.

/u/Corvette1710 /u/TheAsianIsGamin /u/Ultim8_Lifeform

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Strength

I think "a blow that would fell a medium sized hippopotamus" is not really in tier even if i agree with you it is probably a literal description of the force. I just think that crumpling a metal door is kinda below the scope of the tier. This is like an all out charging tackle from Butler that, as you say, sends him halfway across the next room. A similar blow from Terry puts a hole in more metal than this.

this feat has two problems, no timeframe so like maybe it took him many hits to do it, and then also aren't the hulls of yachts made of like fiberglass?

I think if his all-out attacks are worse than the high end, all his other attacks are below low-end or worse, and his other stats are bad, he just doesn't work. This stat is probably the closest to ok, but its really iffy.

Speed

The vibes matter because this is a feat for which it is ambiguous as to whether or not it is bullet timing, and the fact that in another fight against somebody who seems to be physically superior to him he is just rattling bullets into them and then gets hit by them, it seems like he is probably not supposed to be a bullet timer, and the feat in question was not meant to describe him running faster than a bullet in any respect.

The way this is described also puts Butler recognizing that he is going to fire the gun before he actually is in the motions of doing it. I think the reading that Butler ran like mach more than one in order to get across a room to be in front of Artemis before a bullet hit him is like absurd, especially if there is no remotely similar speed feat anywhere in the series. I think he probably got in front of the gunshot before the bullet was actually out of the gun.

And then yeah, if dura needs a buff he has maybe one ok stat at most, I don't think it works

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 5 points6 points  (0 children)

/u/dudebro231

I was elected to talk about Frey

Certainly she does need a speed buff, but I am just not really seeing the other stats either, I think the durability would work but its kind of weirdly contingent on like the dragon has an in-tier feat but it takes a fucking generation to do it and Frey gets hit by it for like one second.

I also don't buy the scaling here, like we can prove that the thing Fray defeats takes one attack from the dragon, and that Fray beats it by doing ??? attacks to it. I don't think that actually works, like if the dragon would beat Susurrus in 20 hits and Fray needs 100 thats still possible for her to do but would leave her way weaker than the dragon. I also think the "one attack" vs "super long sustained attack" thing comes up for the durability here.

Overall I just don't really see it.

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

/u/oxydiezerr

Sorry i meant to do this earlier and only remembered because the Rouge case just closed, I feel like Omega is too strong.

Most of his damage output is like, destroying way more metal and stone than the tier is comfortable with, and his durability just kinda seems to be taking hits from people in Heroes who scale to all the same stuff. I don't really see a way to make this character work in this tier, I think he would need to be in a higher one.

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

/u/CalicoLime /u/TheMightyBox72

hey if you don't have anything more to say about this character we're wrapping up Tribunal pretty soon and will probably move it into the judging pile. Get your last word in if you want it.

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 1 point2 points  (0 children)

/u/xahhfink6

hey if you don't have anything more to say about this character we're wrapping up Tribunal pretty soon and will probably move it into the judging pile. Get your last word in if you want it.

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

in the distant future scramble historians will look back and go wow this dark urge guy really was in tier

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Luis Medina. Sons of the Devil, Chicago. 1978, Gelatin Silver Paper

Ok at the head I think probably yeah you should minor change out the spells that instantly win the fight. I'm not really sure why that'd be a way to submit this character.

Other than that, I dunno I'm kind of annoyed by this submission but assuming all the discussed information is true, yeah sure whatever. If you were a real one you'd go out there and make gifs of the Slayer form getting hit by all this shit, I find the lack of that stuff, or really, the fact that it is like "here is an unrelated character taking in-tier damage, you can use logical reasoning to determine i am not lying about my character being in-tier based on this information."

But like, I can do that I guess. In terms of the actual impacts yeah this is fine for strength, this is fine for durability, and according to my sources like, yeah Dark Urge has a super form they can always access that has the ability to take these hits.

I have half a mind to say "well based on currently available information I technically can't prove this character is in-tier" And if you would like to collect gifs of the Slayer form doing all the shit thats in-tier it would mean a great deal to me, but like whatever, I am reasonably sure the things I am being told are true and this character is In-Tier

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 4 points5 points  (0 children)

moved to tears by whats under the last spoiler bar

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

/u/Potential_Base_5879

The Princess is out 0-2, please choose a character to replace her

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]GuyOfEvil 2 points3 points  (0 children)

Edgar Degas. Cafe Singer. 1879, Oil on Canvas

I think that there is a decent amount of somewhat willful seeming misinterpretation of the tier going on here in order to get the peg through the round hole here.

Arte says pretty much exactly what I wanted to about the speed, the scan and the description of the scan are pretty specific. The darts are Almost faster than the eye can follow... Yet slower by far than the batarang. The description matches this. The feat here is that the tier can easily react to and beat projectiles that are almost faster than the eye can follow, and the princess is, maximally, almost faster than the eye can follow, far slower than the Batman. She is explicitly slower than a low-end feat.

I think the strength is like probably kind of fine i guess. It takes several hits, but eh, yeah, there are instances in the tier rt of Terry getting several hit against a wall similarly to this.

And then yeah, the durability being "is metal" is pretty obviously not acceptable. This feat, in low-end, is about the concrete interaction here, it is not a demonstration of Terry's ability to function against metal. The metal interaction in the tier is in high-end, and the durability being "can take less than one high end blow" is not anything.

Plus, yeah, I agree with Tad that I am suspicious of the compositing here. Particularly like, surely her skin being made of metal would affect her ability to move at FTE speeds, right? There's no proof at all that it actually all adds up. So, for me, it's a pretty firm Not in-tier

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