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[Event] - The Meta-morphosis Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 13:39:33 No.4212

>Date: October 30th, 2017
>Time: 9:06am

>Location: Meta-Gen Solutions, Sanctuary City - Financial District

>Some corporations within Sanctuary City have impressive campuses with multiple buildings, with dedicated building and offices for research and development. Other ones have much more humble footprints, Meta-Gen Solutions is one such corporation. Operating out of building that was clearly impressive when the corporation was founded decades prior, the business offers little available to the general public, instead acting primarily as a Meta-Human focused genetics research company.

>Deep within the bowels of the corporate headquarters, below ground level, are the corporation's American labs, each one dedicated to a different project, creating an underground "settlement" of research and development.

>Within one of the older labs, under the illumination of an old flourescent tube that can barely light up the room, a small woman with long black hair works away at a microscope, observing a sample under it. After a few moments of observation, the woman lets out a groan of annoyance and leans back away from scope, the change in position revealing a set of bags under her eyes.

>As the woman leans back, the door to the lab opens and a blonde-haired man enters, letting out a small chuckle as he sees the woman.

"Still no luck with the stabilizing agent?"

"I've been down here since Thursday trying to get something, anything-"

"Wait, since Thursday? Didn't they evacuate you?"

>The woman does a tired blink and looks over at the man with a look of confusion on her face.

"Evacuate?"

"With the attacks on Friday, they were right here in the Financial Sector."

"Oh, Friday. . . yeah there was an alarm but I unplugged it."

>The woman dismissively indicates over to a smashed alarm on one of the worksurfaces.

"Right, unplugged. . . remind me to never get on your bad side, M."

"Don't you fucking-"

"Oh right, you don't like that one."

"It was Q that did the gadgets, and we don't even do gadgets, we're-"

"Yes yes I get it, save it for the next social. . ."

>The man sits down at one of the other desks and takes out a laptop, booting it up.

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 14:44:41 No.4213

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>>4212
>The laptop boots up and the man opens up his emails, doing a quick scan of them, and stops as he notices the subject of one, which he reads more thoroughly.

"Hey, Morgan, how long do you think you need to work out the stabilizer issue."

>From across the room, the woman, Morgan, looks up from her work.

"At the current rate? Probably a few months."

"Well we've got two weeks."

"What."

>Morgan makes her way across the room, shoving the man aside to read the email herself.

"You have got to be kidding me Arthur. . ."

>Morgan reads through the email herself.

"In light of the recent presidential announcement. What presidential announcement?"

"Ah, right, you wouldn't have heard the news if you were holed up down here, the President announced a whole load of new measures after the attacks on Friday."

"There were attacks on Friday?"

"What did you think the alarm was for?"

"Oh, right."

>Morgan moves away from the laptop and collapses on her chair, letting out a sigh of frustration and exhaustion.

"2 weeks? Really? Who does the CEO think she is? We're not even ready for animal trials, let alone actual usage. . ."

"Hey, you've worked miracles before, that's why they hired you."

"Not this kind of miracle. . ."

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 15:01:57 No.4214

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>>4213
>Several hours later.

>Morgan groans as she throws away another sample, holding her head as she does. Seeing her reaction, the man, Arthur, walks over and puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you get something to drink, you need a break. . ."

>Arthur pauses as he sees the condition Morgan is in.

"Well, actually, you need to go home and sleep for several days, but you're not gonna do that, so a break will have to do for now."

"But-"

"I've already got the machines synthesizing the next stabilizing agent, I'll come get you if something comes up while you're gone."

>Morgan looks around at the lab, then sighs.

"Fine."

>Taking off her lab coat, Morgan grabs a shoulder bag from below her workstation and opens the door to head out.

"If anything happens while I'm gone and you don't contact me, I'll kill you and-"

"and no one will be able to find my body, I know I know. Now go rest."

>Morgan raises her hand to say something else, but decides against it, closing the door.

>After waiting for a few moments to let the sound of Morgan's footsteps down the corridor fade away, Arthur chuckles.

"She'll get herself killed with that mouth someday. . ."

>Arthur makes his way over to his own workstation, checking on some results from some of his own work on the mysterious project, and gets into a good flow of things, only to be interrupted as one of the machines in the lab makes a pinging sound.

"Ah!"

>Making his way over to the machine, Arthur carefully pulls out a vial of some sort of chemical, which he carefully takes over to Morgan's workstation, putting it in a stand next to the microscope. Reaching into his pocket, the man stops himself.

"She won't mind me confirming one of these agents while she's gone, it'll just fail anyway. . ."

>Sitting down in Morgan's chair, Arthur has to quickly adjust it to his own height before taking out a fresh pipette and carefully extracting some of the serum, which he drops onto a fresh sample that he places under the microscope.

>Leaning over the device, Arthur looks through the viewfinder for a few moments, then steps away, grinning.

"It works. It works! Now we just need to start. . ."

>Arthur pauses, then sighs.

"We don't have enough time for trials, do we? But we can't exactly roll ahead with. . ."

>Arthur stands up and starts pacing, until he sees a drawer labelled "syringes".

". . .it goes against every legal and ethical standard, but desparate times. . ."

>Arthur walks over to the drawer, taking out one of the eponymous pieces of equipment, and heads back to the vial of serum, which is he carefully inserts into the syringe.

". . .call for desperate measures."

>Carefully lining up the syringe, Arthur injects it into his arm. . .

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 15:19:38 No.4215

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>>4214
>A few minutes later.

>Morgan returns to lab, a coffee cup holder with two cups in it in her hand.

"So, I went up to the Java's in the lobby and got us some coffee, seeing as we're going to be here all night for the next few days I figured we need as much caffeine as possible - you still take 5 sugars, right?"

>Morgan waits for an answer from Arthur, then looks confused as she doesn't receive one, noticing that she can't see him either.

"Arthur? You there?"

>Putting the coffee down, Morgan walks around her workstation to see Arthur sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

"Arthur?!"

>Morgans rushes to the ground, checking the man's pulse, and lets out a sigh of relief when it comes across as normal, if a little fast.

>As she finishes with the pulse checking, Arthur groans, turning slightly as he opens his eyes.

"Oh. . . hey. . ."

"Don't 'oh hey' me, what the hell happened?"

>Arthur pulls himself up a bit so he's sitting down, ending up being slightly above eye level for Morgan in her kneeling pose.

"Oh. . . yeah. . . the stabilizing agent worked so I. . ."

>Arthur looks over at the syringe, which has now been crushed under his weight, and Morgan immediately picks up on the implication.

"Jesus. . . I don't even have the words to describe how stupid that is. . . well?"

"Huh, well, what?"

"How are you feeling?"

>Arthur tests his arm a little, then shrugs.

"Normal, maybe a little better, hang on, let me try standing. . ."

>Arthur grabs the nearby workstation to pull himself up, only for the room to be filled with the sound of metal rending as his grip pulls it out of shape.

"I guess I'm more than a little better. . ."

>Morgan grabs Arthur's face, moving it from side to side to inspect it, and then holds it in place so they're eye to eye.

"Arthur, you're a fucking idiot. But also, you might've just saved us both from being fired."

>Letting go of Arthur's face, Morgan stands up and starts heading to the door.

"You stay in here, and don't touch anything, I'm going to see if any of the physical examination chambers are free, ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

>Morgan steps out of the room and Arthur picks himself up, still managing to crack the floor as he puts too much force behind his hand.

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>Several minutes later

>Morgan returns to the room.

"Bad news, they're all occupied right now, but room 5 should be free in a few. . ."

>Morgan trails off as, once again, there's no sign of her colleague in the room.

". . .hours. Arthur? Are you still in here with us?"

>Morgan walks around the workstation again to see if the man has collapsed again, but still finds no signs of him.

"Arthur?"

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 15:41:21 No.4216

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>>4215
>Time: 12:09pm

>Location: Sanctuary City - Financial District

>The usual sounds of the financial district's lunch break are interrupted as the doors of one of the banks explodes from their hinges, a rag-tag assortment of costumed characters bursting out through doorway as the door clatters down the steps.

>As the group rushes down the steps, two of the members, a large black man and a man in a cultist hood, high five. As the high five finishes, the group reaches the bottom of the steps and stops for a moment, trying to work out a direction.

"See? I told you, it's our age now, they can't do anything to stop us, just like those MHA guys online said!"

>The hooded guy receives a stare from another member of the group, a small woman in a helmet of some kind. Even though her face isn't visible, it's still clear what kind of expression is on her face.

"Ok, sure, we're gonna be rich, but that's only if we get out of here. So what's the big plan?"

>The man in the hood shrugs.

"Well I figured we'd just run as fast as we could before anyone turned up. . ."

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 16:41:46 No.4217

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>>4216
"The new-age criminals really don't try with presentation anymore, don't they?"

>A mechanized voice echoes out from above the costumed criminals, as a figure in a sleek black and red bodysuit and jacket swings onto a nearby lamppost - landing in a perfect crouching position, the figure points at the hooded man, stating:

"I'm guessing you're the wannabe anarchist who got duped into thinking that armed robbery is somehow 'fighting the state'."

>Pointing at the large black man, he then continues:

"And I'm guessing that you're the moneybags guy with more dollar signs than brain cells. Explains how you thought robbing a bank in broad daylight was somehow a good idea."

>Then pointing his finger at the woman in the mask, Arachnid's voice becomes more teasing and provocative, stating:

"But you're the smart one aren't you? The silent and rational type. You know I bet you'd make a really good hero - that is if you were smart enough to not associate with these knuckleheads."

>Effortlessly front flipping onto the ground below, Arachnid assumes a spider-style spread stance near the ground, before slowly rising up to his feet. Crossing his arms, he then lays out the terms of engagement pretty clearly.

"OK, so option one is that you all give up prematurely and let me web you to the floor - so that the MRD have an easier time stopping you from further ruining your lives. Or we could go with option two, and I could knock some sense into you first?"

>Making a goading gesture with his gloved hand, Arachnid then says, in a very eager voice:

"Please pick option two. Pretty please?"

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 16:54:27 No.4218

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>>4217
>The hooded guy looks at Arachnid, then turns around to the others.

"Oh hey, it's Anarchkid, guys!"

>The large man quietly takes out his phone and takes a picture, earning a sigh from the masked woman.

"Arachnid, like a spider, and don't take pictures of the guy. . ."

"Why not? It's cool."

>The big man leans around the woman for a moment.

"It's cool if we take pictures, right?"

"We're carrying a load of stolen money, guys! He's going to beat us up if we don't run away."

>As the trio argue among themselves, the last member of the group, some kind of living mess of wires and metal, walks up to Arachnid and offers out a hand.

"BiLl. . . OPtIOn tWo?"

>As the. . . creature offers out its hand, it starts to develop a set of "quills" across its body.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 17:00:58 No.4219

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>>4218
>Arachnid looks at the creature and waves at it, before stating:

"Yeah I'm not sure about that one. I appreciate the gesture though!"

>Arachnid then fires a large web net at the creature, ensnaring it - as he knows it won't keep the sentient wire creature for long.

>Leaping past the creature, Arachnid then lands on the side of the building's entrance, pointing down at the others as he says:

"Seriously guys, what's your plan here? Even if you somehow manage to give me the slip, Speedrunner or someone else is gonna get you - 'cause your little payday gambit's being broadcast online right now."

>Tapping the side of his lenses, Arachnid emphasizes the fact that news crews are getting a feed of his silent recording of the figures, capturing their faces for all to see.

>Flipping down onto the floor beneath the opening and now standing in front of the large doors to the bank, Arachnid then stands up again as he points back to the webbed up wire creature, saying:

"Your buddy Mechastein over there's probably gonna get out of that web net - but I'm not sure if you're all quite as 'flexible'. In that case, I'd suggest your next option be made after careful consideration of the situation."

>Arachnid then crosses his arms, waiting for them to make a decision, either give up or decide to fight - or try and bail.

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 17:11:40 No.4220

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>>4219
"Wait, we're online? That's great!"

>The hooded man coughs and straightens himself up, his voice audibly lowering when he next speaks.

"My name is Tremor, and this is Power-Punch. . ."

>"Tremor" indicates to the large man, who gives Arachnid a little wave.

"Screamer. . ."

>The woman, "Screamer", does an exagerrated eye roll, moving her head to cover for the fact that her eyes aren't visible.

"and in the net is. . ."

>The creature bursts out of the net, accompanied by a "battle cry":

"TWOoooOOOOOoooooOOO!"

"Bill! And together we're the. . ."

"Oh god no don't say it."

"Injustice Gang!"

>"Tremor" and "Power-Punch" both pull a pose while "Screamer" facepalms.

"God I wish I weren't with you guys right now. . ."

>Bill lunges at Arachnid, and "Screamer" takes the opportunity to press a button on the side of her helmet, causing it to open up to a void and unleash a pulse of sound at Arachnid from the other direction.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 17:19:08 No.4221

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>>4220
>Arachnid's ESP warns him of both attacks preemptively, with him leaning to the side - narrowly avoiding Bill's attack. As the mechanical wire being attempts to attack him again, Arachnid vaults backwards with a series of quick handstands - also avoiding the concentrated sonic pulse set by Screamer.

"Injustice Gang? Isn't that copyrighted or something?"

>As he lands on the ground, he then thinks to himself:

{"I'm dealing with a bunch of jokesters. Probably around my age, thinking they can make a name for themselves."}

>Out loud, Arachnid then asks them:

"You guys sure you wanna be known as a bunch of glorified bank robbers? Without parole, you'd be sent away for a good decade because of this!"

>He then leaps up into the air, narrowly avoiding more of Screamer's sonic burst pulses as he says:

"No really! Doubt you'd wanna waste your best years behind a jail cell! So maybe consider doing the right thing here!"

>As Arachnid moves from car to car - drawing the attention of the villains further and further away from the crowded street of the bank entrance, he then says to himself:

{"Financial crime in broad daylight. Dweebs broadcasting their position on live feeds. Me courageously confronting such devious criminals in the name of restoring order to the financial system?"}

>Arachnid thinks that last part to himself with heavy sarcasm as he continues leading the villains towards a less crowded area of the district, thinking:

{"Seriously, where is she? This is right up her alley for her to drop in by now."}

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 17:25:36 No.4222

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>>4221
"It's not copyrighted, I looked it up! It's just trademarked!"

>Tremor kneels down, touching the ground, causing the road near Arachnid to burst up in a pillar of concrete.

"Also, we have a plan for that, we just need to not get caught!"

>Still kneeling down, the ground in front of Tremor opens up, and he points at it.

"Quick, down here guys, spiders can't swim!"

>Tremor jumps down the hole, leaving the rest confused for a moment before Screamer looks at the hole.

"I hate this plan. . ."

>Screamer jumps down the hole, the sound of another scream soon following the action as she cushions her landing.

>Still not entirely sure what's going on, Power-Punch grabs "Bill", which seems to still be targeting Arachnid, throwing it down the hole before giving Arachnid another wave.

"It was nice meeting you. . ."

>Power-Punch jumps down the hole as well.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 17:51:37 No.4223

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>>4222
>Arachnid sighs as he mutters to himself, stating:

"Well, at least I gave them a chance to just walk away."

>He then looks at his palm as it opens up a 3D holographic map of Sanctuary City, stating:

"Now let's see how useful you are, Metal Man."

>Thinking back to the moment where Bill first rushed at him, and Arachnid 'narrowly' dodged - Arachnid's mind focuses on the small nanite device that his finger shot into him - a small short ranged tracking device.

>Now tracking the relative position of the Injustice Gang thanks to the glowing red sphere on the holographic map of the city, Arachnid then swings into the air - moving to cut them off at the nearest opportune point.

"This'll be fun, I bet. Can't wait to see how they're going to trip me up."

>Arachnid says, sarcastically as he fires another web line from his wrist bracelets - quickly swinging from skyscraper to skyscraper as he keeps pace with the quick movements of the Injustice Gang down below the city streets.

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 18:10:31 No.4224

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>>4223
>The red sphere moves along the map, moving "through" buildings as the group runs along. . .

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>Below ground

>The "Injustice Gang" (Name Pending) runs through the sewers, keeping up a good pace despite having to be careful about not slipping.

>As they run along, Screamer presses a second button on the side of her helmet, releasing it and revealing her face underneath.

"Wow, great plan, Joe, you've got us running through a sewer!"

"You're meant to be the smart one, you go to college!"

"For engineering! Not for criminal plan making!"

"Then stop complaining!"

"I swear to god, if any of this gets in my coat, I'm gonna kill you - these things aren't cheap you know!"

"noT cHEAp! NOt CHEap!"

"See, Bill agrees with me!"

>The group rounds a corner.

"You're the one who found him in the junkyard, you probably programmed him to agree with you or something!"

"I didn't program anything into him!"

"Hey guys, could you stop arguing, it's making me nervous."

>Both Screamer and Tremor look over their shoulders at Power-Punch.

"Shut up Trevor!"

>As the pair go to turn back to keep moving forward, Screamer stops.

"Hey guys, Bill's gone. . ."

>The group stops, and a muffled voice suddenly comes from the wall.

"GOne!"

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>On the 3D map, the red sphere stops moving.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 18:18:22 No.4225

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>>4224
>Carefully examining the stopped sphere, Arachnid lands on the side of a skyscraper - looking at the map through his lenses.

{"OK that's not good. I doubt they've stopped for a tea break."}

>Making one last data and information report back to the Prism, Arachnid then leaps off of the skyscraper - dozens of meters forward as he begins gliding with his jacket's aerodynamic kinetic absorption mesh, rapidly barreling down below towards a nearby open manhole.

"Alley-oop!"

>Due to his extremely heightened senses, agility and ESP, he easily glides into the manhole and down towards the sewers below - now flying with his jet boots the rest of the way towards the sewer passageway.

>As he rounds the nearest corner of the passageway, he thinks to himself:

{"Mariah and Josh are tracking my signal right now, but hopefully I won't need the backup."}

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 18:27:38 No.4226

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>>4225
>At the location where the gang had stopped, Screamer stands talking to the wall, with the others watching her, ready to run for it at a moment's notice.

"Hey. . . wall. . . could you give Bill back please. . ."

>Screamer groans.

"Why am I trying to negotiate with a wall? Trevor, can you break it down?"

>Power-Punch looks at Screamer, then at the wal, then shrugs.

"Yeah sure. . ."

>Power-Punch goes to punch the wall, winding it up, only for it to surround and "swallow" him, causing Screamer and Tremor to jump backwards from it.

"Hey, walls can't eat people normally, right? Because if they can I'll never be able to sleep."

"Walls don't normally eat people, Joe! It's-"

>Screamer catches a glimpse of Arachnid rocketing down the tunnel.

"Oh crap, we've got company!"

>Screamer starts waving at Arachnid.

"Hey, whoever you are, you don't want to be here! The walls are eating people right now, so you should probably go back the way you came!"

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 18:35:07 No.4227

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>>4226
>Arachnid comes to a halt, firing a web line up into the top of the sewer area - as he lowers himself down in front of Screamer with a yo-yo style pose. Once he's in front of her helmet, he then says:

"I knew that something happened - full disclosure - I put tracker on your buddy as you all decided to hightail it from the bank. That tracker stopped right about….here."

>Arachnid says, pointing at the wall, as he says:

"And the tracker hasn't moved far - so the good news is that your friend is still here. Somewhere."

>He then starts by firing a set of small concussive and technological devices at the wall, beginning a complex topological scan of the area.

"I'm doing a topological scan, checking for structural inequities, chemical and molecular irregularities - anything that could give us an explanation of what exactly's happening."

>Flipping gracefully down to the ground as he slowly rises up to his feet, he then states:

"Besides, I said I was going to web you all for the MRD right? That includes your mechanical friend - wherever he is."

>Arachnid then takes out a small mechanical device, using it to further amplify the signal of the topological devices.

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 18:39:40 No.4228

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>>4227
>A muffled voice comes from the wall.

"tRAckER yUM."

"I'm. . . uh. . . not worried about Bill, he can survive without breathing. . ."

>Screamer looks at the wall.

"Probably."

"The wall ate Trevor too!"

"Yeah, the wall ate him as well, and I don't think he can breath in concrete."

>As the scan finishes, it reveals the wall as regular brick and mortar once more, albeit with large sections for a metallic and organic object within it.

>With this conclusion, however, the three remaining outside of it begin to sink slowly.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 18:55:41 No.4229

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>>4228
>Arachnid notices the topological anomaly forming around him and the others, cursing to himself as he mutters:

"Stay put. I'll try and figure something out."

>His mind races as he then considers the information. The cross section of the sewer wall showcases conventional building materials, reinforced sediment, concrete and other brick and mortar materials. However, his visor has the ability to interpolate images and filter them based on dimensional scattering - a sort of X-Ray vision. Within the vision mode of his lenses, he can see the constrained forms of both Bill and Trevor.

"There you are! Now let's try this."

>Holding out his hands, Arachnid presses a set of small buttons on his silk shooters with his wrist as he then fires off reinforced graphene cabling, hyper-condensed and packed with vibrational disruption generators. After firing the cabling lines with the spiked tips far enough into the walls - he then activates the seismic function of the tips - rupturing the entire wall and pressurizing it to the point of shattering.

"Found you!"

>Seeing the now visible forms of both Bill and Trevor, Arachnid then looks down and fires a unique foam like substance - hydrophobic in nature and working to raise himself, Screamer and Tremor up higher.

>He then looks up and fires a series of explosive darts from his silk shooters - blasting the tops of the sewer network as rumbling comes from above. After a few seconds, light can be seen from above, as the Aurora - Arachnid's personal aerial machine, hovers in mid air - far above them all.

>Turning to Screamer, Arachnid takes her by the hand and says:

"Ladies first. Remember to hold in your breath."

>Before she's immediately yanked up by the force of the Aurora's anti-gravity beam. She ends up in the backseat of the large aerial vehicle's interior - as Arachnid successfully tosses Tremor, Power-Punch and Billy onto a series of large cable harnesses that jettison down from the Aurora.

>Once everyone is fastened onto the Aurora, Arachnid then flies up into the air via his jet boots and lands in the cockpit of the Aurora - placing his gloved hands on the controls as glowing red nanocircuitry wires interact with the machine.

>He then quickly flies the criminals out of the area - while sending a message to his friends that the job is done.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 19:04:29 No.4230

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>>4229
>As Arachnid drives the silent aerial dreadnaught through the skies of Sanctuary City, it's soft pulsating red lights contrast with the bright blue atmosphere around it. The other 3 members of the working-title "Injustice Gang" are still safely fastened to pods built to withstand atmospheric pressures and sheer forces this powerful.

>Inside of the Aurora though, Arachnid doesn't look behind him at Screamer in the passenger seat. Instead he just asks a simple question:

"So again I ask. What exactly were you all planning to accomplish by robbing a bank in broad daylight? You look like college kids - and unless tuition's going through the roof at SCU, I doubt this was about making ends meet. What were you guys trying to prove?"

>Continuing to fly the Aurora, Arachnid then takes a moment to sigh before saying:

"Look, you all seem like decent guys. You didn't hurt anyone, and you don't seem to be the typical supervillain type that wants to take over the world. So because of that, I can let this slide if you all just decide to walk away from this criminal business. I'm telling you, after all of the busts I've made when it comes to criminal hideouts? The result is always the same. People go away and they do hard time for nothing."

>Gesturing with his hand to the side of the cockpit and the red tinted windows, Arachnid keeps explaining:

"Their lives? Their futures? Their hopes? Dreams? Aspirations? All gone, dusted and blown out like a worn down candlelight. All because they thought they could hit it big with just 'one' good score. Because that's how it always starts."

>Falling silent for a few more moments, Arachnid then asks them again, stating:

"So one more time. I can drop you guys off at the MRD and watch as your lives are basically over. Or I can drop them off at a volunteer center for wayward Metas, and I can drop you off back at SCU."

>Knowing the reaction that Screamer will respond with, Arachnid then says:

"Tracker, remember? It also doubled as an audio listening device. 'You're meant to be the smart one, you go to college!' Engineering right? Not bad, I knew you were the smart one."

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 19:16:44 No.4231

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>>4230
>In the back, Tremor raises his hand, then goes off into an enthusiastic speech:

"We're doing it because Metas can, the great tide is coming soon, the MHA guys said so!"

"Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"For the love of god, just shut the fuck up for once."

"ShUt thE FUck Up sHuT ThE fUCk uP."

>Screamer groans.

"Bill, you too."

>The mess of metal and wires blinks, but complies.

"I mean, I agree with Jess here. You guys might have a chance of getting out, but have you seen what they do to black guys in prison? I'd be in there forever."

>Screamer groans.

"Why did we ever let Joe convince us to do anything. . ?"

"B-but what about the big Meta-Human dream?"

>Power-Punch looks at Tremor.

"Joe, we're literally in a superhero car right now, we're basically already arrested."

"B-but."

"Just shut up Joe, you get to keep your job at Java's this way, at least."

>Screamer turns to Arachnid.

"And for the record, tuition is going up at SCU, by a lot. It's to pay for those new security measures."

"TUition uP tHIRty PERCENT tuITIon UP thirTY peRceNt!"

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 19:31:25 No.4232

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>>4231
>The Aurora, having dropped off the other members of the Injustice Gang, then makes its final landing - miles away from the campus of Sanctuary City University. As the sleek vehicle lands on the ground, Arachnid turns to his final passenger and tells her:

"Not sure how much this is worth - but here's a good chunk of cash. Enough to finish the rest of your Engineering degree, with decent chunk to spare."

>Handing the metallic black and red container to her, which expands into a large reinforced nanoweave bag, it's revealed to have a substantial sum of money in the tens of thousands. He also hands her a small black and red circular gadget device - an encrypted comms device.

"Emergency cash in case I ever needed it for something. Don't ask. There's also a comms beacon encrypted to this specific frequency. Don't bother giving it to anyone else. They won't know the encryption if it detects anyone else's voice activation but yours."

>As he then leads Screamer outside, he then says:

"If you're wondering why I trust you so much about this? Let's just say I may have some experience with 'higher education woes' so to speak. But you probably already guessed that. Later Screamer."

>Moving back into the Aurora, Arachnid then says to her:

"Oh, and if you're going good guy now? Please don't use the name Screamer. There are so many punchlines ready for you if you keep it. Don't be a stranger!"

>Waving, Arachnid then pilots the Aurora, slowly hovering it up into the air - as it then instantly flies off at hypersonic speeds, a streak of black and ruby red in the skies above.

>From his cockpit seat, Arachnid then sighs and leans back in his chair, saying:

"…..I wonder what she's doing right about now…."

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 19:58:52 No.4233

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>>4232
>Screamer looks down at the cash in her hand and shrugs.

"Well, at least I don't have to beg dad for more money, I guess. . ."

————————————————————————————————-

>Location: UP Tower - Sanctuary City Financial District

>Bella Blake sits at the head of a table of executives, several of which are dialed in remotely, represented by images projected on their chairs.

"Shipments are struggling due to the situation on Isla del Oesta, the presence of the Fortunus in the area certainly isn't helping. Perhaps we could lobby the government to-"

>Another board member interupts.

"Fortuna is accusing the US of being complicit in the tyranny of the Oesten government, a fact which isn't helped by them being an ally - and certainly wouldn't be helped by us lobbying for military intervention. The situation is sure to calm down before long, best to wait it out."

"Speaking of the government, what of President Underwood's new initiatives, surely we could increase our military contracts."

>Bella raises a finger to quiet down the speaker.

"President Underwood's proposals are, quite frankly, shortsighted, a fact that we officially advised him of before he announced them, getting publicly involved will be bad press for us, it's best for us to remain neutral for now."

"Understood."

"Also, keep on eye on the Oesten situation, we don't want to be caught off-guard if things do heat up there. If there's nothing else, we can continue this tomorrow."

>The image flickers and turns off, starting a chain reaction of the board members leaving, whether that is digitally or physically, leaving only Bella and one of the board members who was present digitally - a middle aged man with a metal prosthetic over his jaw.

"Bella, is everything alright with you?"

"Hm? Oh, Uncle Al, everything's fine, why do you ask?"

"You just seem. . . tired, piccolina, I hope this position is not getting to you."

"I've just had. . . a few sleepless nights lately, a mix of the situation currently and the weather, I think."

"Still, make sure to get plenty of rest, ok? I can send Maria to cheer you up if you want."

>Bella waves her hand to dismiss it.

"It's ok, Uncle, you don't need to. . ."

>Bella pauses for a moment, thinking.

"Actually, that would be quite nice, but only if she's free, ok?"

"Of course, keep safe, piccolina."

>The image shudders then turns off, causing the windows around the room to switch from a deep light-blocking black to clear, granting Bella a view of the city below her.

>Now completely alone, Bella presses a button underneath her desk and a display lights up.

"An alert. . ? Just a minor robbery, should already be handled."

>Bella presses a different button, and tries to open a line up with Arachnid.

"An alert for a robbery, really? Worried you couldn't handle some lowlifes. . ."

>Bella notices something within the information, then grins.

"Arachkid?"

>A tone of amusement is very apparent in her comment.

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 20:17:27 No.4234

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>>4233
>Continuing to fly the Aurora, Damian scoffs as his helmet dissipates in motes of glowing red light - as his wavy black hair covers his ruby red irises of his eyes; his concentration fixated on the aerial flight before him.

"What? I had to deal with a bunch of wannabe get-rich-quick shmucks - and one particularly smart engineering student. She's pretty smart from what I can tell, just stuck with the wrong crowd."

>Damian is silent for a moment before saying:

"Besides, Arachnid was always a funny name. Couldn't do something like Spider-Boy though, think that's taken already."

>As the Aurora nears another curve, flying gracefully through the city, he then says:

"So what's up with you? Still juggling corporate meetings about how to increase operational efficiency by 0.5% by gutting the local fishing economy in the pursuit of the almighty black gold? Or are you actually free? Because I just dealt with something strange."

>The Aurora then barrels down, flipping on its side as it slides between two thin buildings - reorienting itself horizontally as it continues its gentle ascent into the air.

"You ever come across walls that just….swallow people up? Asking for a friend. Because I'm pretty sure the city's sewer system isn't supposed to be alive. Last I checked."

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 20:24:37 No.4235

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>>4234
"The subject was the current geopolitical situation, actually. It's very VUCA, no thanks to your friends."

>Bella paces a little in her office, taking the opportunity to stretch her legs a little, her words being picked up with the same quality no matter where she stands.

>With Damian's comment about the sewer walls, Bella makes her way back to the display, and does several gestures.

"It should be normal brick and mortar in the sewers, I'm looking at the purchase orders for it right here, UP doesn't just deal in oil, if you'd like to remember your history. Most of the original construction contracts for the city were handled by us - a lot of them still are."

>Bella looks through the digitised document, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

"That doesn't discount something from the Hollows, however, as much as the city government and MRD would like to claim otherwise, those are an unknown quantity, nobody really knows how far down they go."

>After another pause, Bella then adds:

"Did you at least get a sample?"

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 20:38:56 No.4236

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>>4235
>Continuing to drive the Aurora with graceful execution and skill, Damian then lightly scoffs as he states:

"What sort of an investigative detective would I be if I didn't get a sample? I recovered one from the quake darts that I used to save those college kids."

>Looking off to the side, he then sees a set of MRD Hovercraft just to his side - shocked at seeing him out in the open as he just blasts past them, at speeds faster than they could keep up with if they tried.

"Also, I'm not doubting that you do more than just oil, Bella. Just saying that being known as the robber baron oil tycoons isn't exactly sexy with modern generations. Especially ours."

>Looking back forward, Damian then takes the sample that he's placed inside of the scanner array of the Aurora, producing a 3D dimensional scan of all of the known information about the piece of rubble - molecular composition, surface area, refraction index with regards to light and more.

"Here's the information that I've got from the sample so far. Not sure what else to make of it, since gen chem isn't my specialty. Nor physics. But here you go."

>Damian then presses a set of keys on the dual keyboards on both sides of his main console - using one hand for each keyboard set as he states:

"Maybe you can figure out what we're working with here. Oh, by the way, you free for me to swing by? Or does that count as 'corporate espionage'?"

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 20:43:49 No.4237

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>>4236
>Bella looks at the data being sent over on the display.

"This isn't any material that should be present in those walls. You should recognise it, in fact, this is DNA. Very fractured, modified, and rocky DNA, but still DNA."

>Bella presses a button, and the door across the room locks.

"I need the actual sample, bring it here, no one should disturb us."

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 20:54:52 No.4238

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>>4237
>Damian sighs and exhales as he says to himself:

"…Yeah I was kinda hoping it wasn't actually just polymorphic nucleotide sequences smashed into some rocky sediments. Welp, looks like my day just got longer - so I'm on my way."

>The Aurora then doubles its speed, producing a holographic red arrow trail - a flight trajectory towards the UP Building in Sanctuary City. As his speed increases, his reflexes perfectly adapt, making hairpin turns at hypersonic speeds as he reaches the building from above - now cloaked.

>As the cloaked Aurora opens up a hatch below for Damian to fall through - his appearance changes to that of Phantom, as his cloaked suit glides with a cape gently down below. Once he reaches the top of the building, he then flips onto the side of a window, scanning for the hatch that he regularly uses.

"You'd think I'd get a door installed for this by now or something. Though I guess the shareholders would wonder why a maintenance door got itemized in the budget - so I guess we can't all be winners."

>Crawling through the maintenance hatch, Phantom then enters Bella's office - gracefully triple somersaulting onto the edge of the chair in front of her seat, effortlessly. Looking up at Bella, he then says:

"And my dad thought I'd be wasting my time trying out for gymnastics."

>Handing Bella the spherical metallic black pod containing the sample, he then says:

"No really, how are you by the way? I know that I've been swamped, but I wasn't trying to, you know, ghost you or anything."

>He then sits on the chair like a normal person, easing down into the seat as he removes his cowl and shows his wavy black hair and ruby red eyes.

"So what do we have here anyways? Some kinda shapeshifter? Because I met one a while back and she….."

>Seeing Bella's expression, Damian then stammers:

"Hey! It's not like that! She just wanted information!"

Revo 07/15/25 (Tue) 21:14:45 No.4239

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>>4238
>Bella seems to ignore the comments outside of the ones specifically about the sample, which she places in a recepticle that emerges from her desk.

"It's not consistent with a shapeshifter, the rock and sediment is contaminating it, rather than it replicating rock and sediment. No, whatever. . ."

>Bella pauses for a moment, then coughs, correcting herself.

"Whoever this is, appears to have been turned into the very rock itself. As for who. . ."

>The display scrolls through a giant list of names, then flashes up a message to inform that there's no match.

"They aren't a Meta-Human, don't have a criminal record, and haven't needed any blood work or DNA tests. But I'm seeing trace elements of other chemicals in there. . ."

>Bella looks over the results.

"I'm seeing similarities to the Humor drug that's out on the streets, but modified, refined, whoever made this did a sophisticated job - which suggests corporate. Hoyokazi, Archeon, us, or Meta-Gen are the most likely ones for this."

>Bella glances over at Damian, guaging his reaction to her question.

"I assume your mother isn't dabbling in this, at least not on the record?"

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 21:23:48 No.4240

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>>4239
>Damian blinks for a second before his gaze lowers as he then says:

"….I know I'm not supposed to say this, so consider this off the record as far as UP is concerned. You remember that giant green monster that rampaged through the city a while ago? The one who was trying to capture and kill those DataDrive executives?"

>Exhaling softly, Damian looks up at Bella, with his ruby red irises full of pain as he says:

"….That was my dad. He felt inadequate and weak, since he couldn't protect my mom during the first attack on Archeon's premises. He saw Josh get fused with his Meta-Gene protoplasm and how he got his powers and kicked Hollow's ass. So he decided to do the same thing himself. He turned himself into that monster and Josh didn't realize that he was helping him do so - hethought it was a genomic repair treatment or something."

>Lowering his head as he rests his arms on his knees, Damian then looks at the ground, stating:

"But the worst part was that as usual, all of this fucked up shit was my mom's doing. She knew my dad felt psychologically broken, and she took advantage of it to fuel her twisted experiments. Aiden's looking into it, and whether or not to do something about her - but she's also still one of the smartest geneticists on the planet."

>Looking back up at Bella, Damian then says:

"Look, I'm sorry for dumping all of that on you - but sometimes it's hard to look yourself in the mirror when you know that your entire life was just one giant 'successful' experiment in bioengineering."

>Silent for another moment, Damian then sighs and closes his eyes for a moment, before he opens them and states:

"…..Anyways, no. She's not handling any experiments with Humor. Either on or off the books with company resources - Aiden would know. My guess is probably Meta-Gen, and to be honest? They've always felt shady as hell to me - just like DataDrive do."

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>>4240
"Parents are like that, sometimes."

>Bella's comment is scarily matter of fact.

"Meta-Gen, then."

>Bella snaps her finger and the display spreads out, revealing an impressive amount of information the corporation.

"Let's see if there's any relevant missing person's cases here. . ."

>The display pings and a case file comes up.

"Ah, there's one filed today, one Arthur Jacob - he's one of their geneticists. Not as famed as your mother, but a better track record with ethics - he's our most likely suspect for the owner of this, I think."

>Bella swipes her hand and the case file "pins" itself to a section of the display.

"I'm not seeing any information about any projects he was on, but I suspect they included one around our mystery chemical. All perfectly legal, of course, and if I were to hazard a guess, something the President is very interested in."

>Bella's tone is very annoyed at the last part.

"We might find some signs of him at his home, or even on his social media. . . run that check please."

>The display starts scrolling through several websites.

"Perhaps our mystery man had a particular spot he liked to visit, something that could be imprinted on his mind - seeing as he's probably not quite in the right state of mind currently, swallowing people isn't something the mentally healthy typically do."

Event 07/15/25 (Tue) 21:55:25 No.4242

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>>4241
>Thinking to himself for a moment, Damian then says:

"What's the one place that a mentally conflicted Meta-Gene geneticist would go, when their world's feeling like it's being turned upside down?"

>Damian's eyebrows perk up at the mention of President Underwood however, as he then states:

"Wait a minute. You're saying POTUS is caught up in all of this too? Of course he is - typical."

>Looking at Bella more intently for a moment, Damian feels his gaze drift off for a moment before he says:

"….So uh, I know it's not really the best time to ask this - what with all the mentally unstable para-physical scientists running around and all that. But….."

>He then looks away, feeling somewhat awkward as his cheeks turn red.

"….You free over the weekend? There's this cool museum for anthropological history that opened up a few weeks ago. I figured a data connoisseur like you would be interested in seeing that."

>Damian still feels his cheeks flush red, as his black nanoweave outfit detects his increased heart rate. He instinctively feels with his fingers towards the black nanoweave material covering his neck, before he then says:

"….Or not. It's no big deal - and this Dr. Jacob guy is obviously the more significant consideration right now."