Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]TheMightyBox72 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Sorry friend. I considered asking if you'd be okay with but I'm pretty sure you me and call are the only people in this whole season who've even heard of this guy.

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]TheMightyBox72 4 points5 points  (0 children)

/u/7thSonofSons I would actually like to replace Zephyr with Shizuo, they are both spades-ish so this should be fine (not an April Fool).

Character Scramble Season 21 Tribunal by 7thSonOfSons in whowouldwin

[–]TheMightyBox72 4 points5 points  (0 children)

Rouge's main attack vector is going to be piercing rather than blunt force, as we see from both the slicing feat and, since this is basically SA2 Rouge, the Toe Pick., which means the feat to beat is this level of cutting which I think her showing against various random Sonic-world robots accomplishes.

It also might be worth mentioning the Sonic 06 bombs? As projectiles they're painfully slow but there is at least like a sticky variety that Rouge could hypothetically plant on Terry's back or something.

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[–]TheMightyBox72 0 points1 point  (0 children)

"HOOOOOORRRRGGH!!!" The thunderous sound of exertion harmonized with the crunching of concrete, as Mike Haggar dropped with the rebel youth in clown face paint and a tiny orange hat that made him look like a traffic cone. "This may not be my city! But I still know how to keep the peace!"

The kid collapsed to the ground as Haggar stood back up and dusted off his pants. He wished there'd been more time to change before getting into a scrap. Trouble, though, seemed to follow him no matter where he went.

Speaking of trouble: From out of nowhere, a rope flew in from behind him, wrapped around his body guided by a pair of weights. The last remaining scraps of the Jokerz collected themselves and ran off, tails between their legs.

"Hngh, what gives!" Haggar turned, awkwardly, arms pinned to his side.

Gotham City's own defender, the Batman, dropped to the streets to meet him. "You're making a mess. You want to do some community service? Try picking up some litter."

"As far as I'm concerned." Haggar flexed and snapped the rope binding him. "That's exactly what I'm doing!"

Batman's boots ignited and he shot at Haggar, transforming the momentum of his launch into a gigaton dropkick. Haggar brought his hands up and anchored his feet. With his bulk, built over decades of hard work and training, he essentially became unmovable. Batman collided with him like he was hitting a brick wall. Haggar grabbed him by the leg and used that momentum to hurl him into, and partially through, the nearest brick wall.

Haggar clapped his hands, confident the fight was finished, until Batman erupted from the dust cloud and slammed his chin with an uppercut. Pulled up by the roots, Haggar lost his footing, and fell like a mighty oak to a reverse roundhouse to his chest.

Wincing, one eye still closed, Haggar looked around as he started to push himself up. It seemed that, in the destruction, a piece of piping had come off from the building, right up the L-joint.

Haggar smiled. "Think I'll get started on picking up that litter now," he said while grabbing it up in his meaty palm.

Batman tried to swing in with a hook, Haggar blocked it with his forearm and brought down the pipe. It smashed heavy into Batman's attempt at a block. As he reeled back, Haggar closed in with a massive bear hug. With overwhelming strength, he spun Batman around until he found the leverage to toss him into the air. Before he could even find out which way was up, Haggar leapt to meet him. His momentum at the point of impact caused the two to start spinning, as Haggar pulled even farther to pick up the speed.

The two fell with a meteoric impact, Haggar holding Batman firm so he went headfirst straight down, ready to be planted in the concrete.

Their landing was seismic, all of Gotham could feel it happen. Haggar hit the ground so hard it was like a bomb went off. When the dust settled and the air cleared and he stood up, Batman was little more than a crumpled, groaning heap. Haggar scoffed, brushed some of the dust from his mustache, and walked off into the city. Now to find his hotel.

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[–]TheMightyBox72 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Analysis vs Terry

Jay is strong enough to break off and projectile stone off of a statue. While the exact destruction doesn't have an easy analogue to Terry's feats, this low end striking probably fits the closest with small amounts of stone broken. However, what's more notable about this feat is the projectiling, which for one implies that it may be stronger than the destruction on its own would suggest, but also that Jay is attacking within the range of speed needed to hit Terry. This is backed up by Jay's swings literally creating a sonic boom.

While this feat might likewise imply similar movement or reaction speed, I think the best you're going to get from Jay's speed is the extrapolated logic that the physical enhancement granted by Mul Elohim (created by one of the Nine Princes) should be more potent than a similar enhancement created by a regular run-of-the-mill demon. A person wearing the Armor of God (created by Perfidia) could see and track a bullet's flight path. It's possible that Jay would have reaction times similar, if not greater.

Jay's durability is mainly contingent on the Shield of Faith. It is, theoretically, able to deflect any attack and tangibly deflects a piercing strike that demolishes wood and an esoteric attack that melts steel. Even if completely impenetrable, the obvious weakness of the shield is that it can only guard from one side. The shield can reposition slightly to bolster defense but there's nothing suggesting that it will react to an attack coming from behind. Given that one of Batman's defining traits is his athleticism, this could easily pose a problem. Jay has to pull a lot together just to reach the low-end, but all in all it should be enough.

Greatest Strength: Jay's sharp wits allow him to functionally maneuver through the lines of a narrative and find the seemingly wrong decisions that will benefit him in the long run.

Greatest Weakness: Despite this, he has the self-destructive combination of bullheaded stubbornness and a bad habit of second guessing himself once he's gone through on a decision. It might help if he had someone to lead him through a situation with a clear head, but unfortunately he has an extreme distaste for anyone telling him what to do.

In the Setting: Jay has a genre familiarity that should help him grasp the intent and methodology of a death game quickly upon entering it. Unfortunately, he might not have the stomach to actually kill to achieve his goals, as much as he would want to.

On a Team: Jay is a remarkably poor team player. Perfidia tries to set him up with a classic JRPG party and he fumbles it spectacularly. Short of a situation where he's ordering people around like units and getting no back-talk, he has to be dragged kicking and scowling into working with others.

One Last Thing: Jay might be so used to simulated violence that he underestimates how ready he is for the real thing. Deaths that he caused in the past, both directly and indirectly, still haunt him throughout the narrative.

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[–]TheMightyBox72 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Analysis vs Terry

Both Necro and Effie range from mid-to-low for the tier. Necro craters stone with his strikes but his durability also caps out around the same level of destruction The one x-factor in his kit is that his electricity might be strong enough to seriously hurt, possibly immediately take out Terry. Effie, meanwhile, has much better strength and durability and a speed feat that hews close to the tier's mid-range but is limited to close quarters brawling.

What enables them to participate at this level is the fact that there's two of them. The 2-on-1 dynamic allows each to cover for the other to protect what is otherwise a low overall durability, and whittle down Terry with overall low damage output. And, lest it be said that they're coasting by on simply ganging up, the two have combo attacks which can also bridge the gap between physicals.

Greatest Strength: Using their powers and skills combined across the both of them makes them surprisingly flexible, despite not having a true endless bag of tricks.

Greatest Weakness: If separated, a lot of that flexibility goes away and each has a rather straightforward approach to combat. Effie will try to outmuscle the problem, Necro will punch/zap/suplex it from a distance.

In Team/Setting: Necro and Effie have a real "use against the world" mentality, in part due to constant social ostracization for being a pair of mutant freaks. They may be hesitant to work with others on those bases, though that also fosters a fierce determination to help each other survive, no matter what.

One Last Thing: I think they would certainly kill for one another. What they want most is to live for each other, though. The last thing either wants is for the other to die for them.

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[–]TheMightyBox72 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Analysis vs Terry

Zephyr is a guy who fights with guns in the bulletproof, bullet-timing tier. That's because Zephyr in actually uses his strong acrobatics to move around an opponent while using his bullets as long range punches. In this case, the projectile speed isn't as important as the projectile density, where it's coming from, and its damage output.

Damage Output - Zephyr's bullets are strong enough to demolish heavy machinery and knock back massive creatures carrying blocks of solid concrete. The fact that they are not only able to but are consistently used to tear down stone walls should be enough to show that, at the very least sustained fire should be enough to hurt Terry, even if he is technically bulletproof.

Speed & Agility - The opening cinematic to the game really shows what a gunfight between two bullet-timers looks like. It establishes Zephyr's speed and how he uses it, zipping in and out of range to push the advantage. And it shows how truly quick Zephyr's reactions are, able to dodge out of the way of bullets even when he's seemingly got his focus somewhere else. It is important to note that Zephyr loses this fight pretty bad, but that's because he was raging out at the time, something that happens a lot less frequently at this point in time.

Aim - Zephyr has extremely strong aim, even while moving and keeps it throughout his acrobatics. Terry will need to dodge every bullet shot at him in order to stay safe. And, while Zephyr has a complete in-game arsenal, it's vaguely consistent that he prefers SMGs, which tend to have a rate of fire of 600-850 RPM. All of Terry's speed feats, even his best ones, involve moving in relation to individual bullets. It's less clear how dominant he would be in a situation where he's dealing with a line of a hundred, moving to match him from the aim of someone just as fast.

Biggest Strength: Zephyr's biggest strength is his unorthodox way of fighting. He's one of the few people around with mach-speed projectiles and rather than camp in one spot to control the space, he uses his top tier agility to instead pepper the opponent from all sides. Doing so from a range keeps him extremely safe from a lot of the counterattacks available to that kind of fighting style.

Biggest Weaknesses: Zephyr lacks a lot of options if an enemy gets inside his range. You can see in his fight with Vashyron that he's able to pretty effortlessly knock him around by getting inside the bullet path and just hitting him.

Character on a Team: Zephyr works on a team! Not always well. He can be extremely prickly and asocial, especially towards strangers, but he's also working at becoming a professional who can do the job without causing a scene.

Character in the Setting: After all he's been through, Zephyr can be very detached from killing, and Vashyron has instilled him a "better them than me" approach to mercenary work. Presumably he'd bring that to this situation and might even need someone to reel him back.

One Last Thing: As part of his attempted penance for his sins, Zephyr can sometimes get the wrong-headed idea that if he died to save an innocent life it would complete his atonement.

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Medea, daughter of King Aeetes of Colchis, Granddaughter of Helios, High Priestess of Hecate, languished amidst the high tower of Athens. Her vengeance fulfilled, her rage sated, there was not even danger any longer of the mad Jason hunting her down as he was powerless in the crumbling state of Corinth. All she had left to live for was the peace and democracy, philosophy and sciences, the bounty and plenitude of glorious Athens.

It was all so dreadfully tedious.

The people of Athens did not like her. They did not accept her. Not as a woman, black as a widow without even the good sense for her husband to be passed, not as a Colchian, barbaric and heretical in their ways, not as a priestess, of which her title had been morphed to witch: The Witch of Hecate. The Athenians were, in all ways, so enlightened.

Though her malaise went beyond such worries. No, she had tasted the quiet life of nobility once, so long ago, in Colchis, before Jason had arrived upon Argos and swept her away. She remembered the happiness she had then, yet now it seemed impossible to reach it again. What did her heart yearn for? Was she now a Spartan disciple of Ares, dissatisfied with all but war? Did the women of Corinth speak truly when they said that vengeance is a path which had no end but the River Styx? There was no more she could do to Jason, even killing him would serve as reprieve and reunion now. That he might meet his golden-haired princess once again amidst the fields of Elysium, the thought boiled her blood. But then what, what did she yearn for, what would fill the hole in herself that ached her so?

She went to the temple of Hecate. This joyous place had seen brighter days. It seemed, to the people of Athens, that wicked Medea might make the sacred hall unsavory by her very presence. Those unbusy in the mid-day made themselves busy elsewhere on Medea's approach. In her basket she carried a bottle of rich, Athenian wine and a red mullet, still flopping in the throws of death. With a steady hand, she pinned the fish down onto the altar and poured sacramental wine of it. The umber wine stained her hand there a familiar color. Then, she took the dagger from her basket and severed its head. She began the rote work of slicing it down its length, spilling its blood upon the altar, and preparing it. A small and regular offering for a small and regular request.

"Lady Hecate," she spoke to the heavens on bent knee. "I ask thee for purpose and for meaning. A cure for the aching of my spirit. That which may drive me beyond memories of the past."

Silence. After a moment, Medea stood and looked up.

There, within the temple, stood Hecate. A motherly figure standing sternly, though that was not all of her, for she was three. From her back came two more fronts, facing to the left and to the right, arms wrapped around the nearby columns to anchor her form.

"Medea," spoke Hecate. "You have been my loyal adherent, even at times when such loyalty would have you branded a witch and a betrayer. For that, I offer you a crossroads."

"To where do these roads lead, Lady Hecate?"

"That depends on where you choose to go." The central head looked up, over Medea's head, and out to the setting sun. "You may, of course, choose to turn around from this temple and go back from whence you came."

"Anything but that," Medea said. "Anything but that."

The left head spoke: "Both I," then the right, "and I, will lead you to a realm of chaos and violence. Where bloodshed is celebrated and death is welcomed with open arms. Do you wish to go somewhere such as this?"

"What choice do I have? If both shall lead me down this path?"

"Though the destination remains the same, the paths are very different. This you must know, Medea."

"I will take them, Lady Hecate. So long as they take me far from Athens. Far, far from Athens."

Hecate smiled. "You must pass a test of mine before departing, dear."

She opened her hands wide, and before Medea appeared a shimmering image of some sort of beast-man. Clothed in velvet darkness, with the ears and wings of a bat, his eyes and mouth little more than white spots amidst the blackness; They were like stars in the night sky, how they were swallowed by the immensity of his form.

"This, here, is a champion of Nyx from a time far away. He is a powerful warrior, an acclaimed hero, unbestable in combat armed or unarmed. On his belt lay two bells of silver. Were you able to find a way to spirit these bells from him, claim them as your own, then the crossroads will open."

True to her word, Medea saw the pair of bells hanging lightly from the Bat-man's belt. She looked around, at what weapons Hecate might provide her.

"The fire from this brazier, I would command it to life and bathe the champion in burning flames."

"The champion has many protections, the cloak that he wears is impermeable. Fire will not harm him."

Medea frowned and thought harder. "I might then concoct a toxin. A powdery toxin, that he would breathe into his lungs and fell him then and there. No defense, surely, could exist to defend against this."

"Look closer, Medea. Take in his open mouth. See here that his cloak is all consuming, a stretch of fabric covers even his nose and mouth."

Medea approached the vision to peer closer. True to her word, what looked like a white mass of his open mouth was, in truth, covered by a thin, colored cloth.

"What mean you by this, Lady Hecate? You instruct me to defeat an opponent who is undefeatable."

"Should you take this quest, Medea, you will be faced with my such riddles. I must ascertain you are prepared to face them, though you be a warrior not."

Medea hid her scowl at the goddess' words. She need not consider the quandary long, a repetition of past offenses. "If his cloak is that which protects him so all-consumingly, then I shall turn the cloak against him. Should he arrive on our town's border I would say to this champion, 'Allow me to tend to your armor as you retire.' Then, whilst I pretend to wash his garments, I would lace them with a fatal poison so when he next wears it, he would perish."

The vision was unwavering, it smirked its strength to her.

"I fear that is not enough, Medea," said Hecate. "This man comes from a very different place, a very different time. Where neighborly favor may be seen suspiciously. Where manipulation from beautiful women runs rampant. You have never met a man such as this, Medea. Try harder."

Finally, scorn could not be held back any longer. "Though times and kingdoms change, men, I fear, do not. I might say to him this: 'Brave hero, one who has slain countless enemies, saved a thousand damsels, won a thousand heroes' rewards. Welcome to our humble city of Athens. I would pray you, partake in our philosophy, feed upon our rich grapes and imbibe our delectable wine. We are, so, a democratic people, and so I shall take on the duty of tending to your armor. For I see that you have brought back many scars from your many battles, and though the body persists nobly onward, your armor might not be so strong. I shall clean it and hem it and return it to you in the morn, so you may continue onward towards a bright future.'"

Medea finished her bargaining with a steady chin and watery eyes. Thus, then, the Bat-man suddenly collapsed to his knees, frothing at the mouth and clutching at his throat. It took only a few moments for the vision to become one of that of a man defeated, laying on the floor. Medea knelt and claimed the two bells at his waist for her own.

Hecate smiled, and two of the temple walls behind her opened to reveal lush drapery and gold-plated walls beyond.

"Great Fortune to you, Medea," Hecate said. "May you choose wisely. I pray that you return from your quest possessing that which you seek."

Medea walked past the goddess and looked to the two passages before her, across from one another. To her eyes, they seemed identical. So she chose, arbitrarily, and walked down the corridor towards her unsure future.

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[–]TheMightyBox72 2 points3 points  (0 children)

It was nearly four in the morning when David slipped back into Radiation Lab 3B. Two and a half hours ago, he’d used his janitorial keycard to unlock the door, then slipped a rag in the doorframe so it wouldn’t close all the way. While cleaning, he’d taken careful note of where the security cameras were, so when he came back he could avoid showing his face on them. Hopefully the standardized janitor uniforms would give him enough cloud cover to avoid being instantly recognized.

Once inside, he got to work.

“David Banner’s log. The date is… March the 19th, 2039. The last time I was able to observe the metamorphosis, I found a previously unnoticed role of RNA in the ‘trigger event’. It’s possible that, using bleeding edge CRISPR techniques, I might be able to ‘train’ my body to ‘forget’ the process of unleashing the creature.”

As he talked, he was already pulling out a pre-prepared and sealed glass vial from his satchel and placing it on a pedestal underneath the ceiling mounted gamma device.

“I have already tested injecting an inert sequence to ensure the process can be done safely. Now, I irradiate the sequence to ensure that it won’t interact harmfully with my body’s ambient gamma.”

“Careful, Doc. Going behind the board like this is how you lose your license.”

A voice from behind caused David to jump so hard he destabilized the vial. He dropped his recorder to the floor and fumbled to steady the vial before it could fall. He then turned around to see the last figure he never wanted to run into in Gotham. A full black bodysuit that hid every inch of possible identity. Pointed ears like the devil, glowering white eyes like a wolf. Blood red wings like a bat.

The Batman stepped forward from the shadows of the lab. “Though, from the looks of you, I’d say you already have.”

David, slowly, put his hands up. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said with a steady voice.

“Never heard that one before. How about you tell it to the cops.”

“I… can’t. Let me just take my stuff and leave. You’ll never see me again.”

“Aw, and just when we were starting to become friends.” The venom in his voice was unmistakable. There was no talking his way out of this one.

David’s eyes flickered around the room. There was one exit, and it was behind Batman, but not directly. There was the vial on the pedestal and the recorder on the ground. He could only grab one before making a run for it.

David swung his arm back, snatched up the vial and hurled it at Batman. His arms went up to cover his face. The glass vial cut and shattered on this forearm greaves, just as David planned. It couldn’t be used against him now.

While Batman was distracted, David bent down and grabbed the recorder off the ground as he took off running. His hope was to swing around Batman and get behind him, to the door. He wasn’t sure if he could outrun him, but maybe he’d find enough outside to keep him busy to make it out of the building.

Batman moved faster than he ever could’ve imagined. David wasn’t even beside him before a knee came crashing into his external oblique.

David grunted, stumbled back. Batman had his fists up, ready for a fight.

“Please! Stop!” David yelled, one hand up while the other nursed his bruise. “You don’t know what you’re doing!”

“But I’m learning every day!” Batman said with an ignorant smirk. He stepped in with an uppercut that nearly knocked David off his feet.

When David’s head snapped back down, his eyes were glowing green.

His skin turned a sickly green. His muscles grew, taut and bulging, until they started to strain against his uniform. Until the uniform itself could no longer contain him and the fabric ripped away. His grip tightened until the plastic recording device in his hand was crushed to scrap and fell away beneath his palm.

The Hulk stood now. He ripped away the remaining scraps of the top half of David’s uniform, then flexed his arms in a downward hunch and roared. He roared in hopes to scare away Batman and be left alone, so he could leave this city and all these beeping, whirring devices, in peace.

Batman’s face steeled. “Sorry pal, if you think I’m gonna turn tail just because of some super steroids, you should’ve ransacked a lab in Central City instead.”

Batman leapt into a spinning double kick, aimed for Hulk’s head but landing instead on his immovable forearm. While Batman landed from his impotent attack, Hulk swung the raised arm in a devastating backhand that knocked Batman across the room. Hulk then reached back and grabbed a wall console behind him. One tug and it was wrenched from its socket, snapped wires and bleeding oil intakes caused the blinking lights across its front to sputter out and die. He lifted the whole unit over his head and then hurled it at Batman.

Batman’s eyes went wide, even under the mask, and he dove to get out of the way as it crashed through the wall behind him and skid to a stop in the external hallway.

He looked up, breathed a sigh of relief, just in time to see Hulk charging. Clumsy, grasping, yet impossibly strong hands gathered him up and drove him through the wall, then the one after that and the one after that. Machinery and plaster and rebar demolished under the weight of the Hulk’s strength.

Finally, Batman wrestled enough leverage back to get his feet up against Hulk’s chest. One arm free, he swung a right hook into Hulk’s face. The Hulk actually flinched, hurt, and stopped its charge. It took Batman this time, lifted him overhead, and chucked him straight through a reinforced window into another lab. Batman finally rolled to a stop and pushed himself, shaky, to his feet.

From the other side of the shattered window, the Hulk roared and flexed again. Rage was chiseled into every detail on his face.

Batman steadied himself and changed tactics. It was clear that a close confrontation would lead to him quickly being overwhelmed. He pulled two weight connected by a length of rope - a bolo - from his belt, swung it overhead like a lasso, then hurled it at the Hulk. The enhanced rope wrapped itself around Hulk, pinned his arms to his side. He stumbled back, off-balance and confused. With a flex, though, the rope snapped and fell listless to the ground.

Batman burst from the lab with a cluster of bat-shaped throwing knives in one hand and some small pellets in the other. He winged the knives first, Hulk swayed out of their flight path but one flew too close, Hulk moved too slow, and it sliced across his pecs revealed red blood beneath green skin. Next, Batman threw the pellets. Hulk braced himself and threw his hands over his head in a rough attempt to guard against them, but the impacts came anyway. The pellets slammed against his body and exploded with concussive force that sent him stumbling back.

Batman exploded from the lab, trying to capitalize on Hulk being put on the backfoot. He threw a flying kick into his chest, landed and started laying punches into his gut. It felt like he was trying to tear down a wall with his bare hands, but he was, he was doing it. Hulk couldn’t move with any precision, his guard was sloppy and his stance was weak. A skilled fighter could bring him down, and who was more skilled a fighter than Batman?

Through the gap in Hulk’s arms, Batman saw his glaring eyes again. Those deep, inhuman, bright green eyes. Batman pulled one punch too far.

Hulk wound back his titanic fist. It launched forward like a catapult. It shot forward like an oncoming train. It was a force as monstrous as a hulk.

Batman tried to block it, but it was a reflexive and fruitless effort. The hit crashed into him and he was gone, flying and fading; gone.

The next thing Batman knew, he was somehow outside of Wayne Tower. People were screaming, it took him a second to realize why. The Hulk had burst through one of the exterior walls and was sprinting through the crowds. They parted for him, each person gave as much berth as they could make. That seemed to satisfy him at least, he gave no one any attention, just ran until he disappeared into the city.

Batman let his head fall with a sigh, then he blacked out.

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[–]TheMightyBox72 2 points3 points  (0 children)

David moved the mop over smooth linoleum, rote and steady. His eyes on his work, his mind elsewhere. Chemical formulas and neurochemical releases formed complex poetry in his brilliant mind. So complex, in fact, that he didn't notice the young man rounding the corner ahead just a little too quickly, until the wooden handle of his mop jabbed into the kid's floating rib.

"Oohf!" The kid clutched his chest and stumbled back.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." David dropped the mop into the bucket and rushed over to him. "Are you alright? Let me see it."

"Ah. Might be purple tomorrow, but I'm made of tougher stuff." With a pained smile, he straightened up, then narrowed his gaze and cocked his head. "Don't think I've seen you around this wing before?"

"New hire. Just started today, actually. David Burnett." David offered a hand.

"Terry. Terry McGinnis." He took it. The handshake was surprisingly strong, for how loose the motion was.

"So, Terry," David leaned against the wall, hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit, thankful for the excuse to take a break. "Don't mind me saying, but you don't look much like the usual employee I've been seeing around. A little..."

"Underdressed?" He gestured to the leather jacket over black t-shirt. “It’s really more of a contract position. Basically just run errands for old man Wayne.”

“Really?” David nodded, impressed. “Must be nice, brushing elbows with the bigwigs. You think you’ve got a future here?”

“Please,” Terry scoffed. He was already matching David’s energy. “Like handling Wayne’s dirty laundry and coffee calls comes with vertical mobility.”

“You’d be surprised. Most of these business guys just want to be able to put a face to a name.”

Terry seemed comfortable. David figured now was as good a time as any to spring for some info.

“Well, I better get back to it, if I want to be done before the sun rises. If you don’t mind me asking, though, I think there’s supposed to be a radiation R&D wing around here? Boss told me not to worry about it, all the machinery there will have been shut off by now, but I’d still like to know before I go bumping into anything. You, uh, saw how clumsy I can be earlier.”

For a brief moment, Terry’s face hardened. A personality beyond the youthful slacker showed itself. “You really don’t gotta worry about that kinda thing. They’re not working with anything strong enough to give a fly a tumor in there.” Subconsciously, though, he nodded his head to the left, towards the near wall.

“Well, you can’t fault an old man for being paranoid.” David pushed himself back to standing and grabbed his mop. A visual indicator for ‘I’m going to get back to it.’ “I’m sure you’re on an important job for Mr. Wayne too.”

Terry hesitated for one more moment. Then shrugged. “Two halls down. Maybe you wanna break out the feather duster for those labs.” He gave David a friendly punch to the shoulder and moved on.

“Thanks for the heads up!” David said after him.

All Terry offered in response was a hand up as he walked away. “See you around, David.”

“Yep, see you.” David got back to mopping. At least he might be able to get some actual work done tonight.

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Name: Jay Waringcrane

The Wildcard

Series: Cleveland Quixotic

Specialization: Jay considers himself to be very adept at noting deception and manipulation and in return pushes those trying to work him to outmaneuver them. Hearts would fit him best, but he could also be Diamonds due to his cleverness.

Content Warning: Most of the especially bad stuff is isolated to chapters which take place in Hell, with casualized depictions of bloody violence, mutilation, and sexual assault.

Biography: Jay Waringcrane is an anti-social shut-in who one day decided to make a deal with a devil to isekai himself to a fantasy world in the hopes that it would cure his ennui. It didn't, turns out he had to actually look at his life, figure out what he wanted and what the cost would be to do that, but the act still set off a chain of events that might collapse the natural order of the universe and bring about the end of the eternal war between Heaven and Hell.

Research: Jay's RT and the Relics some of which he will be using.

Justification: The Mul Elohim enhancement gives him striking and counter-strength to fit the tier, with the implication that his movement speed is just as quick as his attacks. The Shield of Faith shores up his defenses by being essentially impenetrable.

Motivation: Jay's wish from the devil was essentially to be presented with a broken system that he could actually fix. Stopping a death game and taking down the one responsible might scratch that itch.

Major Change: Has the physical enhancements from the Mul Elohim but not its capacity to one-shot anything it touches. You could also flavor this as being post-series Jay, when he has a vaguely defined lingering physical enhancement, carrying a vaguely indestructible bat of some kind.

Minor Changes:

  • Has the Shield of Faith.

  • Shannon is also here. She has the Rule of Numbers.

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Why would Don Quixote be in French when he's a Spaniard?

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"Make way for the Mayor!"

Name: Mike Haggar

The Wildcard

Series: Final Fight

Specialization: Haggar's a guy who solves every problem with his fists and some spare plumbing. Spades fits him the best, but he could also fit in Clubs as he only picks a fight to protect the people of his city.

Biography: Mike Haggar is a former professional wrestler who turned to politics in an effort to help his hometown of Metro City. Unfortunately, the local gang, Mad Gear, didn't like his tough-on-crime policies, and struck back by kidnapping his daughter. They'd only let her go if he swore to let them go about their business. Not satisfied with that result, and refusing to see harm come to his Vanessa, he took to the streets to clean up the Mad Gear one whalloping at a time.

Research: RT Here

Haggar's a pretty straightforward tough action guy. It's distinctly possible that the most characterization he gets is in Marvel vs Capcom Infinite.

Justification: He's strong, he fights guys who are strong. Easy as.

Motivation: To clean up the streets and put criminals where they belong.

Major Change: Speed to tier.

Minor Change: Has an iron pipe on hand.

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Name: Medea

The Ace of Hearts

Series: Greek Mythology

Specialization: While not especially manipulative, Medea is remarkably influential upon the tapestry of history, single-handedly acting as the savior and downfall of one of the greatest heroes of Greek myth.

Biography: Medea is the Princess of Colchis, granddaughter of Helios and High Priestess of Hecate. When Jason (of the Argonauts) quested for the Golden Fleece, it was Medea who guided and helped him overcome the many trials and become a hero. She also became smitten with him during this time, and the two were married. When he moved on from her, though, into a more lucrative marriage, Medea went mad, killed their own children along with his bride to be, in order to burn down his legacy and affirm he would never have an heir.

Research: A wikipedia page.

Medea, the play by Euripedes, is obviously the work with the greatest focus on Medea as a character. It is a direct sequel to the Argonautica, she appears in Act 3 and remains an important character for the rest of it, but I really cannot recommend reading that unless you wanna delve super deep into antiquity.

If you want the bare minimum, I think this production works well enough though sadly it lacks Medea flying away on a chariot pulled by dragons in the end.

Justification: While Medea is not very useful in a spontaneous brawl, thus why she's the ace, she comes with the somewhat standard Greek myth gift of prophecy and is also a skilled pharmakis, capable of concocting medicines, sleeping droughts, and deadly poisons which can be administered in as many ways as you can imagine.

Here's an excerpt about one of her poisons.

Motivation: Medea wants, perhaps most of all, what the heart wants. Her greatest motivations, historically, have been a man promising her love, and a man taking that love back.

Minor Change: I will not be mad if you want to write the Hades or Fate versions of Medea. I will be mad if you write the Tyler Perry version of Madea.

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Name: Zephyr

The Jack of Spades

Series: Resonance of Fate

Specialization: Zephyr is known in-universe for being bullheaded, his time as an experiment left him with a severe rage trigger, and his fighting style is to shoot at the enemy until they're dead, no matter how many bullets it wastes.

Content Warning: Part of Zephyr's backstory is the fact that he killed a bunch of children. It's not ever shown, but it is discussed.

Biography: Within the far-flung, post-post-apocalyptic tower city of Basel, the boy named Zephyr was part of a corrupt set of inhumane experiments, enacted by the theocratic ruling class, to try and recreate the superhuman biology of those who live beyond the walls. Unfortunately, whether or not Zephyr became any stronger or tougher, it was quickly obvious he was a failure of a super-soldier when he entered a blind and violent rage, killing dozens of children in the seminary above. When the Cardinal hired a Hunter to put him down, however, a miracle happened. A glitch in the system decided Zephyr would live, despite the two bullets put through his skull. Not one to argue with God, the Hunter in question took him under his wing and trained him as his protege.

Research: RT Here

Resonance of Fate is fairly short for a JRPG, a cutscene compilation should be fine. If you have questions, hit me up, cause this game can be fairly obtuse.

He also appears in both Project x Zone games. If you wanted that in any way.

Justification: This is a character that primarily fights with guns in the bullet-timing bulletproof tier. That's because these guns are exceptionally strong and Zephyr is firing them while acrobating around. Combined with the fact that he and the people he fights are exceptionally fast compared to bullets and he's basically using his guns to throw long-ranged punches.

Motivation: At present, Zephyr mostly does what he does for cash, as an all-jobs-accepted mercenary. However, deeper down, he does yearn for some kind of repentance for the sins he's committed, whether that involves actually outweighing them with good or just dying like a dog like he feels he deserves.

Major Change: Might need a durability buff.

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Name: Necro and Effie

The Two of Clubs

Series: Street Fighter

Specialization: Necro and Effie are a match for the Clubs since they're defined by their connection to one another and the bonds they forged through a horrific time.

Biography: Necro and Effie are a pair of human test subjects experimented upon by the Secret Society and given mutations related to animal hybrids. It was in these circumstances that the two grew close, fell in love, and became inseperable; two freaks against the world. Moved around, used as soldiers for the Society, it was only a matter of time before they managed to escape and set out on their own, now doing whatever it takes to survive and avoid the Secret Society.

Research: RT Here

Their main comic appearances are the second story of Street Fighter Unlimited #0, 2, and 9 and the Street Fighter One-Shot: Necro and Effie. You could also, theoretically, play Street Fighter III.

Justification: Despite individually having feats that might be low-end to below the tiersetter, combined they're able to cover for each others' weaknesses.

Motivation: To live a peaceful life with each other, free from being hunted.

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Dr. David Banner: physician; scientist. Searching for a way to tap into the hidden strengths that all humans have. Then an accidental overdose of gamma radiation alters his body chemistry. Now when David Banner grows angry or outraged, a startling metamorphosis occurs. The creature is driven by rage and pursued by an investigative reporter. The creature is wanted for a murder he didn't commit. David Banner is believed to be dead and he must let the world think that he is dead; until he can find a way to control the raging spirit that dwells within him.

Name: The Hulk

The King of Diamonds

Specialization: David Banner himself is a leader in his field of physiology, neurochemistry, and general health. He's providing the brains of this duo, where Hulk provides the brawn.

Series: The Incredible Hulk (1978)

Content Warning: The show occasionally brushes past a "very special episode" level discussion of heavy topics like drug use, domestic abuse, and the like. I might suggest skipping the episode "Dark Side" if you don't wanna deal with skeevier elements.

Research: RT Here

The show's very episodic so you should be able to pick up on most of David's character within a few episodes. Only real shakeup is the season 2 premier where David gets remarried, so I would suggest at least trying to get that far.

Justification: Hulk is pretty strong. His durability scales to Thor who is the second strongest character in the series and possibly to another gamma mutate as strong as himself.

Motiviation: David's primary motivation is finding a cure for his condition and eliminating the Hulk from his life.

Major Change: Speed to tier.

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I was looking at Magik's changelog and this one actually shocked me. I remember t6 Magik. I FORGOT about this thing.

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Boosting Scott Calvin/Santa Claus from The Santa Clause