You are Charlie Dennet. Magician, student and, apparently, a potential Lexcorp employee.
You sit in a lavishly decorated, but otherwise empty office with an amazing view of Metropolis. Off in the distance, you can see the slowly revolving, now digital globe that sits above the Daily Planet. Smiling, you get to your feet and walk over to the windows to stare. Placing your hand against the glass, you try to remain quiet to feel the pulse of the city. To feel a part of it.
Instead, what you feel is ridiculous as you turn around, having heard the door swing open. Walking through the door, a pair ofyoung men smile at you politely. Well, this is strange. You feel like you recognize one o-
Holy crap, that's Thaddeus Sivana Junior. That's that rich kid who you used to talk to about normal, kid stuff whenever your dads got together at those boring, adult parties.He's actually taller than you and he's rocking one of those stylish haircuts everyone is getting nowadays. You know the one, where they shave the sides down low but keep the top kind of spiky and high. It works for him.
The man beside him is...odd. He seems to move with that strange grace John told you to be weary of. His eyes scan the room but he manages to keep his smile firmly in place, despite his oddly predatory behavior. This man is a fighter, through and through and what worries you is that you can tell he's cautious too. That's a bad combination when you aren't sure whether someone means you harm.
Thaddues is the first to speak.
"I knew it! I knew it would be you! I knew there was something special about you Chuck!"
Ugh. Yeah, Thaddeus is the type of douche to call you Chuck knowing you hate that nickname.
>A. "Hey Thad. Haven't seen you since we were, what, thirteen? "
>B. "Thad, what are you doing working at Lexcorp? Isn't your dad pissed? "
>C. "...Any chance at all you're just my interviewers assistants?"
>D. "Actually, it's Charlie these days; who is your friend, Thad?"
>E. Write In
Pastebin - http://pastebin.com/1mCVxYps
>Bank Account Balance: $390
>Rent Due: February 1st, 2016 ($500)
>Current Date: January 14th, 2016
LAST TIME ON STRUGGLING STUDENT QUEST
>Charlie met Selina Kyle and learned about 'The Catwomen'
>Charlie got a job running security for Selina Kyle when she's out and about.
>Charlie gently turned down Kitty's offer of a date...maybe? It was pretty unclear
>Charlie was asked by Adrianna to meet up at her place for 5PM. She needs help, evidently.
>Charlie and Anita Fite had a moment
>Charlie and Anita's moment was disrupted when the disembodied voice of a young man insisted Charlie whisper the word 'SHAZAM!'
>Charlie passed out.
"Hey Thad. Haven't seen you since we were, what, thirteen?"
"Oh yeah, it's been, what? Five, almost six years now? How's your mom? She still got bakery business up in Canada?"
"Your mother has cancer" The second man speaks, he finally glances away from the window to make eye contact and smile. You know that smile, that's a mocking smile. This guy is...he's making a joke about your mom's cancer.
This asshole has the audacity...
You jump to your feet, fury balling your hands into fists and you glare at Thad only to see his eyes have gone wide with shock and he's glancing from you and his friend, mouth gaping. He's as surprised as you.
So, instead, you turn your fury towards the other guy. The handsome, dangerous one in the ill-fitting suit.
"What'd you just say?"
"I said" the man pauses to take a step towards you, his eyes holding your own. "Your mother. The woman who gave birth to you, has cancer"
Nope. No. Not happening. You aren't letting this guy do this. He isn't allowed to talk about your mom.
>A. Blast him with your 'Rockin' spell.
>B. Tell Thad to get this guy out of the room before you kick his ass
>C. Screw the magic and Thad; kick this guy right in the junk
>D. He's not wrong and he's trying to bait you, wait him out. See what he's getting at.
>D.He's not wrong and he's trying to bait you, wait him out. See what he's getting at.
He's obviously baiting us. I wonder if he's just mocking us? Either way I'm not giving this unknow superpowered(maybe) dude the satisfaction.
You try. You REALLY try to keep your head about you, but he's talking about your mother. Who is dying. Right now. In a hospital in this very city.
He doesn't get to do that. No one but the doctors trying to save her get to talk about her. You point your index finger at the man's suit and open your mouth to whisper the word.
Suddenly, everything goes pear-shaped and blurry. You find your ability to breathe taken away as a vice-like grip clamps over your throat and you're driven, back first, into the office wall. Ow. That really, hurt, actually.
You're fairly certain he just cushioned the impact somehow, but that still hurt something fierce.
"No, priest. Not today." he lifts you clean off the ground, leaving your toes dangling, just barely making contact considering you are taller than him.
"Lor, put him down!" Thad is yelling and trying to pull down the arm that is holding you aloft.
"Do not tell me what to do, human." the oddly strong man says before glaring at Thad. Suddenly, a terrifyingly familiar red glow burns from his eyes.
Oh god. This guy's the same time of alien as Superman, a Criptanian or whatever they're called.
You begin the clap immediately; if you're dying, you're dying on your own terms. The Criptanian stares blankly at you, obviously confused.
"What is he doing? Is this some prayer to your pathetic human go-" he's cut short as the sound of a guitar riff bursts from your hands and sends him flying. You collapse to the ground, gasping for breath while your assailant goes flying into the opposing wall, putting a dent in it.
Gasping, you get back to your feet and begin to stumble towards the door, only to find yourself picked up up bodily by your collar and thrown backwards. You smash into the glass of the window and crumple, dizzy and aching, but not out.
"That, was impressive, human worm. You have earned a small token of my admiration. As repayment, I will kill you swiftly"
He's walking towards you. This guy named Lor or whatever is walking towards you and you are sorely under prepared. You're not even sure how to write a will, let alone your last one and it's testament.
Guess your only option is to stay alive...somehow.
>A. Apologize and try to talk him down...his glowing eyes might just be an indicator of how rational and forgiving he is
>B. Cast MirOsis and try to sneak away in the confusion
>C. Cast Wallo at the floor he is going to step on and hope he smashes through it as he stomps over to you.
>D. Write In.
No. This is a flashback. Charlie is, at this moment, about nine months or so younger than when you usually have control of him.
No. You're probably going to be bruised, but, at the moment, you're just sore.
Kryptonians have to be focusing to fly, ala Man of Steel. New footage has proven that Superman falls out of the sky after getting jumped by something ALL of the time.
It is a weakness, but it comes to a point where people misunderstand that constantly. I commonly meet people who think magic is super effective against Superman, when again it's just regularly effective, Superman just doesn't have any special defense against it.
Gotham U is a party school, bro. We're also on the Wayne Foundation free ride.
I'm pretty sure we won't get kicked out if we ditch classes to fool around with our possibly super villain galpal.
Fuck, Bruce himself does it all the time, he'll totally understand.
>You wanna go hang out?
>Nah, I might be busy at school.
Is more like it.
I think it's someone else that he knows. Like the magical version of Mike Ehrmantraut or something.
>Tie. Choices B and D being attempted
Whispering, you say "MirOsis" and, suddenly there are another 20 other Charlie Dennets. Each of them bursts from the spot you were lying in, while another interposes itself directly over top of you.
A few begin to slap their fists against their thighs. Another two or three point their fingers at Lor. You, on the other hand, point at the ground in front of the alien, who, it seems, prioritizes. The Criptanian laughs as he zips from one Charlie to the next, slapping each of them from existence.
"YES! You just keep surprising me, human!"
You point at a space in front of yourself and whisper "Wallo". Unfortunately, with your frazzled nerves, you screw up the order of things and you fire the beam of sickly brown energy AFTER beginning to run. Whoops.
The beam slams into the Kryptonian's foot just as he veers towards you, obviously intent on getting this illusion as well. Two things happen in that instant...
>I am going to require a 1D20-1 roll for Athletics before I present options.
She took it at an outright rejection after she invited us to go do shit with her next week.
She wanted to party and we were all "Nah sorry. School might be starting or some shit. I'll call you."
School hasn't started yet.
We don't know our schedule.
Gotham U is a party school.
We won't get expelled if we blow off a class or two.
We won't be busy at school, if we wanted we could easily have made next week free. But we blew her off.
>School hasn't started yet.
>We don't know our schedule.
Good reason to not have her initiate meetings/jobs.
>Gotham U is a party school
Doesn't mean we can blow off classes.
>We won't get expelled if we blow off a class or two.
No, but Charlie will need to study. His scholarship skill is low.
It's not like we won't see her again.
But we told her we're not interested in hanging out when we were free. It was an excuse. It was dumping her. If school had started it'd be valid, but it hasn't and we have no real reason to not hang out at current.
>Good reason to not have her initiate meetings/jobs.
Then why did we take the job from Catwoman? I'm pretty sure the hours for that won't conform to our class scheduled.
>No, but Charlie will need to study. His scholarship skill is low.
Catwoman Job is going to interfere with that too.
Stop making excuses, they're shallow.
You hear an audible crack noise and duck, it seems, just in time. The Criptanian is up, up and away. Smashing clean through the window after seemingly losing his balance, the alien goes tumbling out into the open sky.
Well, not like he wasn't asking for it. The Charlie illusions continue to mill about the room, some pausing to glance out the window, some running out the door and some just leaning up against things, obviously concerned. There are, about, ten remaining.
You glance about the room and lock eyes with Thad, but his gaze then sweeps to a nearby illusion, obviously confused.
"Charlie, what the hell did you do!?" he seems distraught.
>A. Screw this; bolt for it. Run for the Lexcorp cafeteria, it's probably teeming with people and you might be able to blend in
>B. Drag Thad with you towards the fire exit and pray that Lexcorp has some sort of Anti-superman snooping contingencies
>C. Stay in the room and interrogate Thad; whatever you did, it was effective against the alien, maybe you can beat it?
>D. Holding Circle! You might be able to trap this alien; he seems like the monologing type.
Guys, I'd really appreciate if you could save your debate for after the main part of this quest thread is over.
I don't mind some discussion, but this is getting pretty heated, and I'd like to avoid any unnecessary drama.
Well, John did teach you about how to handle a situation like this. Mind, he taught you with the assumption that you'd be trying to trap a demon, but Aliens and Demons aren't that diferent? Both from far away places, both scary, both really long-winded.
You reach for the dry erase board and it's markers. Throwing the board to the ground, you kneel in front of it and begin to draw the circle. Once you're finished with that, you turn to Thad and hiss "I'm TRYING to improvise. Now shut up or get someone who can help".
Turning back, you grab a piece of graph paper from the wreck that is the office and draw another circle, this one, you roll up and place under your foot as you get to your feet. It is at this very moment that the illusions disappear and you can see bits of glass sticking out of black hair slowly rising into view from the broken window. You quickly drag the paper and yourself behind the prone dry erase board with the clearly visible circle on it.
This guy is a REALLY crappy flyer compared to Superman. He looks like he's being dragged up by wires or something, and not in any manner that would be comfortable.
>Going to need a 1d20+2 roll on this one; time to con the Criptanian.
You watch the alien land, gingerly, on a single leg. Oh god. That's a bone. Oh god, why is his foot turned that way? Feet don't turn like that.
Thad sounds like he's crying, and not in a manly way. He sounds like a baby that's shit itself.
"I don't know what you did, human" The alien begins hopping towards you, pain clearly evident on his face. "But I assure you, you will pay for it." his eyes are glowing again and he uses them to blast the Dry Erase Board, melting it before he hops inside of the melted mess.
"Is this what you were hoping for, human? That I would not notice your little...illustration? No. No, you will not trick another member of the House of El. Not twice this da-OOF!" the alien grunts as his face smashes against an invisible wall. He stumbles back, before seemingly falling directly into another wall.
"What is this? What have you done!" the Alien bellows before he rights himself, bracing against the walls he cannot see.
You smirk at him, foot on the now unrolled piece of paper the Alien unwittingly stepped on. You played your part perfectly, seeming to show defiance in the face of the odds.
"That, my friend, is your new cage. Courtesy of Staples. Staples, the office supply store that'll make you say" you slap the button on the desk to your right and grin as it blurts out "That was easy!"
Turning, you intend to walk out only to find the doorway filled by none other than Lex Luthor.
Luthor smiles at you as he begins a slow clap.
"That, Mister Dennet, was very well-played" he says as he steps into the office.
Whoa, Lex Luthor, one of the richest and most intelligent men in the world is congratulating you on capturing a Criptanian.
WHOA! You captured a Criptanian!
>A. "Uhh, it was easier than it looked"
>B. "...Why did you invite me here if you were just going to have me jumped by your super thug?"
>C. "Any chance I aced this interview?"
>D. "I'm not even sure how I did that"
Well considering his back story is the destruction of Metropolis, and The Tower is the tarot card for that, it makes sense. Plus even though it seems everyone in the DC universe is retarded when it comes to secret identities, its still pushing it showing up with literally your first name and the first letter or your last name the same as your real name.
"Any chance I aced th-"
Lex Luthor is dead. Lex Luthor.Is.Dead!
Who is this guy?
Why are you here?
You can feel your expression shifting into one of horror and confusion. Lex Luthor died years ago. He was killed by the Martian. You know because you saw that gore pic....it was a really gross gore pic.
"Who, no wait, what? No....Are you real?" You ask, speaking softly and shaking. You know about demonic possession, but you also know that only the greatest of demons or mages are capable of bringing someone back. And even then, it has to be done soon after death and it usually involves some incredibly high price, spiritually speaking.
Prices along the lines of Aztec heart ripping rituals.
Who, or whatever this is, if it really is Lex Luthor and he's back from the dead...the world will never be the same.
"Yes, Mister Dennet. I am real. I am Lex Luthor, former Presidential Candidate." Luthor pauses to take his chair from behind the desk.
"I died...and now I am back. I'm sure someone of your particular talents knows what that must entail." This time, he stops long enough to spritz something from what looked like a pen into Thaddeus' face. He immediately drops limps, like a puppet with it's strings cut.
"I need your assistance, Mister Dennet. And your mother needs an incredibly controversial and expensive treatment that your father is not willing to provide." He pauses to glare pointedly at the alien who is pounding away noisily at the walls of your holding circle.
"I am willing to provide that treatment, assuming you are willing to help me."
"Wh-what do you want?"
"I want you to use the spell John Constantine taught you to move a small device from this world to another."
>A. "Fine. But my mom starts treatment tonight"
>B. "Only if you get me into Metropolis U so I can stay near her"
>C. "Help me find John Constantine and it's a deal"
>D. "No dice. I don't deal with the dead"
Sure. Our roommates know we're magic, so why not run around for Selina doing most likely illegal activities with our face out. While at it, we should wear a shirt with our email address on it.
>>B. "Only if you get me into Metropolis U so I can stay near her"
>>C. "Help me find John Constantine and it's a deal"
Honestly, telling John what is to happen, may be the best or worst idea, ever.
As long as we still just wear street clothes while covering our face with something normal I'm not opposed to it. I just don't want a corny superhero costume since we're nothing at all like a superhero.
"Fine. But my mom starts treatment tonight"
Luthor stops smirking just long enough to begin howling with laughter. He hoots and hollers, obviously having lost control of whatever cool he had. Truth be told, he looks a little nuts.
Finally, once the laughter has finished, Luthor sobers up enough to say
"She actually began treatment approximately two hours ago; she should be finishing up her first session of treatment soon. If you hurry, you can catch the bus to LL West End Hospital and reception will allow you to visit her before hours are up"
"I would hustle, Mister Dennet"
And you began to run and run and run and soon you were at the bus stop... and
Wait. Who is that.
"OH! Sorry, dude. Didn't mean to pry or anything" it's that voice again. This time it's coming from right beside you rather than inside you, but it's the same one. The one that was in your head when you said...what you said.
"Hey, dude, it's cool. You're allowed to think it. Nothing's going to happen. Heh. You can't exactly do anything Shazammy in here"
You struggle to open your eyes and soon, you're...oh, you have no idea where you. There are a pair of staircases, parallel to one another leading upwards to the same landing and a doorway between the staircases, under the landing. And beside you is that kid again.
"Welcome to the Rock of Eternity, my man!"
>A. "Who are you? How are you in my head?"
>B. "Where am I? Why did you kidnap me?"
>C. "..Am I in a very elaborate coma dream?"
>D. "...You're him, aren't you. You are Billy Batson. The news never showed photos of your real face..but it's you, isn't it?"
You gulp and struggle to your feet, refusing his help by waving your hand when he comes to assist you up.
"You're him, aren't you?" The kid stares at you, an odd look on his face. But you can't stop, you just can't. "You're Billy Batson. The news, they never showed any of your photos. Not any of the ones that are of you as you, anyways. But it's you. Right now...this is what you looked like when you were..."
"When I wasn't being a superhero, yeah" he nods sadly and then reaches out to put a hand on your shoulder. "Look, I need to say something to you before you go on in there" he jerks his thumb at the opening under the staircase. "I know!" he cuts you off before you can say anything and you allow him to continue.
"Look, I know. Trust me, out of ANYBODY ever, anywhere for any reason, I know. You don't think you can do it. You don't even know what it is, but you're sure it's outside of your realm of expertise, because rarely is a master of screwing things up needed." he pauses to lightly punch you on the shoulder.
"Before I became Shazam, I was in Juvie. I was in and out of the system" he gestures to your confused expression before continuing "The adoption system, I mean. I lost my parents when I was young and I didn't take it well. It messed with me in a big way. I let this...this fire burn in me . It burnt and it burnt and soon, it burnt out all the good stuff. All it left me with were these embers and if anyone blew on them, even a little, I started burning all over again. I burnt my way from one home to another." he pauses to gulp and you can see his eyes getting watery.
You realize that Billy Batson couldn't have been older than you. He looks to be about your age, maybe a little younger, actually.
Part 1 of 2
>>B. "Where am I? Why did you kidnap me?"
>>C. "..Am I in a very elaborate coma dream?"
>>D. "...You're him, aren't you. You are Billy Batson. The news never showed photos of your real face..but it's you, isn't it?"
"But then, I met the Wizard and we got to talking. He told me he was looking for people with only good in their heart. Can you believe that Charlie? People with nothing but altruism on their minds." he chuckles a little and you feel like he's expecting you to as well, but you just can't bring yourself to.
He coughs awkwardly and continues speaking. "Um, anyways. I told him he was being dumb. People like that didn't exist anymore. The world was too big, too scary too...orwellian, for people like that to survive. I told him and he gave me this look. He told me that he WOULD give up. He said he would give up looking for people like that and instead he would look for people who could rise to the occasion. He would look for people like us"
He looks you in the eyes and places a hand on each of your shoulders. You can see tears streaking down his face
"Charlie, you can do this. You can rise to the occasion. The wizard may be gone but his gift, it's still out there and we need to make sure it ends up in the right hands. I believe in you...so, please. Walk through that doorway and help me. Help me find the new Shazam, Charlie. Help me save the world"
>A. "...Okay, I'll do it. I'll rise to the occasion"
>B. "I don't want to be a hero, Billy. I don't want to save the world; I just want to save my mom. I can't help you, I'm sorry."
>C. "Billy, I don't understand; why me? What do we have to save the world from?"
>D. "How does Black Adam fit into all of this? He was your nemesis, right?"
>>A. "...Okay, I'll do it. I'll rise to the occasion"
>>C. "Billy, I don't understand; why me? What do we have to save the world from?"
>>D. "How does Black Adam fit into all of this? He was your nemesis, right?"
B. Seems odd considering we feel repentative for nuking metropolis.
D. Is out of bounds of the current situation. Maybe right before we "ascend"
We're willing to help find the next shazam, unsure if we can handle the responsibility of being shazam.
Pretty sure this is right after Charlie knocks himself the fuck out by saying Shazam.
As evidenced by
>it's that voice again. This time it's coming from right beside you rather than inside you, but it's the same one. The one that was in your head when you said...what you said.
Possible, but clarification should still be done. Charlie is probably not in a position to feel like he can be shazam, but is the kind of person willing to help find him.
Then again he may be selfish enough to want shazams knowledge and magic for his mom.
"Billy, I don't understand; why me? What do we have to save the world from? I mean, we have the Justice League"
"They won't be enough! Charlie, what's coming is bigger than I can explain. It's bigger the Justice League. It's bigger than anything you've ever seen. It's a nightmare and a half and it ends planets. It's the apocalypse. It's the end of species everywhere....Charlie, it's Darkseid and his new monster"
You frown, did he just say 'Darkside'? As in Star Wars.
"Billy, you're not making any damn sense, what does 'The Darkside' have to do with what I did in the kitch-"
"No, Charlie. Not THE Darkside. Though, some people would refer to him as 'The Darkseid', I guess. He's a transdimensional planet-destroying and dimension wrecking Genghis Khan and he's brought...something new. Something from an alternate Krypton. Something the likes of which we have never seen. Charlie...the world doesn't need Shazam to ensure it's survival, it needs Shazam just to give it a chance"
He looks like he's having a damn panic attack, the way he's quaking. Whoever this 'Dark Side' guy is, he must be real damn scary to have the guy who used to be Shazam shivering like this.
"Um. Okay, sure. I'll help you Billy. But only if you give me some damn information I can work with! I know I use magic but there's a large difference between magic and miracles."
"Sure, sure. Just follow me into the Council room. The Council may be gone...but all we need is one Wizard..." and with that, Billy begins walking you into a room filled with seven stone chairs. Thrones, more like it, but these appear far too simple to be called thrones.
"Charlie....Charlie Dennet?" That voice. It's so damn familiar, especially after that really vivid dream sequence you just went through.
It's Thaddeus Sivana and....is that Black Adam. Tyrant ruler of Kahndaq and the guy who once punched Superman across a continent to intercept a nuke?
Oh shit. What did Billy Batson talk you into?
"Of course you're here, Chuck! You're everywhere you can be to ruin m-" Thaddeus' mouth is soon covered by Black Adam's hand as the large, and by large you mean huge, man gives you a once over.
Black Adam looks to Billy. "Is this him? Is this the one who will help us find your replacement?"
"Yeah. Well, more like the new guy for the job. There's no replacing me, after all" Billy's lame attempt at a joke seems to fall flat with everyone but Black Adam, who chuckles and places a hand gently on his shoulder.
"No, my old adversary. No there is not" The two share a meaningful look before the tyrant looks back to you.
"It seems you already know my associate, Thaddeus Sivana" Thad glares daggers at you.
"I am sure you know who I am. I have seen the American propaganda machine at work; I'm sure it's taught you to fear me" You can't help but nod. This guy may be huge and imposing, but he seems like a nice enough fellow.
"Then I will simply tell you what you will need to know, Dennet. You will be given a series of potential hosts for Shazam. You see, being Shazam is about more than being chosen by the wizard. You must also be compatible with the energy. Those who are not find themselves incapable of drawing out it's full potential. You, with the assistance of Mister Sivana and myself, will research the compatibility of the people as Sivana finds them. If I understand how your talents work it will be the same as detecting the presence of magic. Except, in this case, you will feel a...spark, if you would."
Black Adam pauses to point a finger at you and a spark of golden electricity zaps into your own. It doesn't hurt, in fact, it's quite pleasant.
"It will be your duty to interview the subject and ensure that they are, as Billy says, 'Up to the challenge'"
With that, Black Adam claps his hand and the sound of thunder erupts, turning everything white.
"Good luck, Chuck!" you hear Thaddeus' snide remark
THREAD 05 COMPLETE
>CONGRATULATIONS! YOU gained a new Occult Improvement (Holding Circle)
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully established a relationship with Teth-Adam. You are Strangers (LEVEL 0)
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully established a relationship with Alexander Luthor(?). You are Strangers (LEVEL 0)
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully established a relationship with Thaddeus Sivana. You are Strangers (LEVEL 0)
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully held a Kryptonian at bay with a spell! Coolio! You gain 1 Negative Reputation with 'Zod's Forces'
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully held a Kryptonian at bay with a spell! Coolio! You gain 1 Positive Reputation with 'The DEO'
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully held a Kryptonian at bay with a spell! Coolio! You gain 1 Positive Reputation with 'The Secret Society of Supervillains'
>CONGRATULATIONS! You successfully held a Kryptonian at bay with a spell! Coolio! You gain 1 Positive Reputation with 'The All-American Project'
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I hope you enjoyed the quest and join us again for another thread.
>Positive relations with supervillains
>On top of being acquaintances(ish) with YJ
>and an apprentice of the glorious and scurrilous Constantine
>and being an employee of catwoman
>and possibly destroying metropolis
Damn, we're a rogue in the best sense- gray jedi style shit. Do what we can, and those arbitrary divisions can fuck themselves
Some feedback, some questions.
Feedback: you might want to make a small post when you start writing the next segment. Let's people know when a vote is over.
Question: is the fact that "Shazam" was the secret worsbused by Captain Marvel widely known by other heroes?
>Question: is the fact that "Shazam" was the secret worsbused by Captain Marvel widely known by other heroes?
Assuming this is Nu52 Billy (which stands to reason, given he talks about being a delinquent), I don't think so.
>welcome to the wonderful world of mages when your trained my Constantine
How in the FUCK did we manage that?
John's antipathy towards his fellow mages is fucking legendary. One of the best runs of Hellblazer ends with him telling every mage in Britain that they're fucking morons for selling out to hell.
Apparently we stumbled onto a contract he'd made with a demon that said he'd give the holder 2 years of training. He'd never expected it to be called in, but then we showed up...
That will be discovered later on. I didn't get a chance to type this out, because I was running short on time, but Thad wasn't looking so hot when you saw him in the Council room. He looked as bad as you do, and you have night terrors and stuff about the things you've done, so that's saying something.
The actual circle can be drawn with anything now and Charlie doesn't have to see it to maintain it. It will hold whatever is in it for 1 minute after it leaves Charlie's field of vision.
Charlie has no idea and neither does most of the world. There are crazy rumors online that America is working on some sort of project to give a human Kryptonian powers, but there is evidence to back it up.
The DEO is a bit more public in this universe. No one knows EXACTLY what they do or where they operate out of, but they know they exist. Lex Luthor was a firm, outspoken supporter of the DEO before his 'death'. It stands to reason he would have told them.
Constantine in this universe is a bit more haphazard. He tends to get into dangerous situations and think of ways around them on the fly.
Similarly, magic is usually more overt.
The Constantine of this universe is younger, far more reckless and, honestly, far more vindictive.
One's likely already tried. We're too unlucky to get finished quickly. If something offs us it will be painful, depressing and drawn out. Tower seems VERY accurate given our backstory and narrative luck.
kryptonians don't offer any resistance when magic hits them. hitting them with magic is the same as hitting a cinderblock with it, no resistance. unlike other races which have some resistance.
Not really, no. You didn't encounter too many other users of magic (Shazam and Black Adam do not count for OAs) or uses of it, outside of your own. Having Charlie just throw around spells is the slowest way to get Occult Advancements.
It's more because Charlie taught him about himself and his species. He knew magic did stuff to Kryptonians, but he didn't know just how much. Now he knows and he's adapted accordingly.
He sees Charlie as a valuable source of information and a worthy adversary.
Kryptonians, in this universe, are incredibly susceptible to magic. They effectively amplify magic that is used against them. Wallo, when advanced enough, will eventually be able to effect people as if it gave them Osteoporosis on steroids.
So, if Superman were Rank 18
Lor Zod-El (Flashback version) would be Rank 13
Charlie would be Rank 8.
He beat Lor Zod-El by mercilessly abusing his weaknesses, which, the Kryptonian has since worked tirelessly to mitigate.
it's because the magic can't differentiate between non-organic shit and kryptonian shit that it treats both as the same, so what effects one as weaken, will weaken the other the exact same way.
>Wallo, when advanced enough, will eventually be able to effect people as if it gave them Osteoporosis on steroids.
Jesus Christ. Is that just normal people or is it Kryptonians? If just normal people, how would bad would it wreck a Kryptonian?
>Charlie would be Rank 8 if Superman was Rank 18.
What ranks are Tim, Connor, Anita and Adrianna?
And will Anita tell Tim & Connor what Charlie said?
That's how it would effect everyone. In Lor's case, it effectively reduced the durability in his foot to around human levels, but didn't do anything to the rest of the muscles and bones in his leg. So, most of his leg was going at Kryptonian speeds, while his foot was not.
That's what the snap noise was. His foot completely shattered and he lost balance.
Tim Drake would be a middle of the road Rank 9. He's dangerous as all get out under almost any circumstance
Solid Rank 14...for now
Lower Rank 9. She's actually a better fighter than Tim, but has far less versatility.
You get nothing
Same rank as Tim, Middle of the Road Rank 9, but higher than Tim. She's a very good fighter and is actually a better sneak and thief than Tim.
Also, Kitty doesn't hate Charlie or anything; she just thinks he prioritizes his civilian life over his crazy nightlife.
She very much feels alive only when she is a part of the darker sides of Gotham.
More than likely. Charlie did magic and used the name of a dead hero to do it. She's confused and her friends will be asking questions.
>You get nothing
I'm assuming she's strong as fuck, right?
You don't have to give me the rank, but I wouldn't mind being told if "strong as fuck" is correct.
Would Kitty be willing to train Charlie to be a good fighter and/or sneak-thief?
You're actually on the couch in the living room; Anita wasn't knocked out, just sent flying.
Sorry pal. I love answering questions, but some of them are very involved and I don't want to unintentionally give misleading answers
And yes, kitty would be alright with training Charlie.
>And yes, kitty would be alright with training Charlie.
>Can't answer without giving misleading answers unintentionally.
Is Adrianna already Black Adam's wife, or will she become that later on?
I won't answer that directly, but Black Adam's wife, Isis, was reported dead a few months ago. No one knows how she died, but, apparently, Black Adam banned anyone from interfering with her body and gave her burial rites himself.
There has never been a clear photo of her. Most photos of her are useless because she literally glowed.