Shredder gets a bad feeling. A really, really bad one.
He is Frightened, but I imagine he doesn't really show that much on the surface.
He takes a deep breath and takes a step back, crossing his arms and walking into the shadows, disappearing silently. Properso can still sense he is watching though.
He sighs and sits back down, the terrible aura fading. "I don't like doing that, you know. It makes me feel like a bad person. I get the feeling that doesn't bother you though."
The air grows silent and still, although he knows that Shredder is moving, the armor having no effect on his stealth skills. Eventually he speaks, his voice as terrifying as his appearance "Weak. Pathetic."
"That's what I thought. All you care about is power. But that's not my goal. I just want people like you to be happy instead of pursuing some goal where the only ends and means are just... hurting people."
Shredder notices Prospero's arm shaking slightly.
He feels Shredder's presence beside him, sitting down next to him "I never claimed to seek only power. I had a daughter, someone I cared for with all the love I had." sand beneath them becomes wet with a single tear "I was betrayed by the only person I cared for. Nothing else matters."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"That's what I thought. All you care about is power. But that's not my goal. I just want people like you to be happy instead of pursuing some goal where the only ends and means are just... hurting people."
Shredder notices Prospero's arm shaking slightly.
He feels Shredder's presence beside him, sitting down next to him "I never claimed to seek only power. I had a daughter, someone I cared for with all the love I had." sand beneath them becomes wet with a single tear "I was betrayed by the only person I cared for. Nothing else matters."
"What would make you happy now? Not revenge. It might make you relieved for a bit, but what next? What do you do after that?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That's what I thought. All you care about is power. But that's not my goal. I just want people like you to be happy instead of pursuing some goal where the only ends and means are just... hurting people."
Shredder notices Prospero's arm shaking slightly.
He feels Shredder's presence beside him, sitting down next to him "I never claimed to seek only power. I had a daughter, someone I cared for with all the love I had." sand beneath them becomes wet with a single tear "I was betrayed by the only person I cared for. Nothing else matters."
"What would make you happy now? Not revenge. It might make you relieved for a bit, but what next? What do you do after that?"
"I don't care about how long I would feel relieved, I don't care what is after that, I want revenge, I will have revenge." He says reappearing.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"What would make you happy now? Not revenge. It might make you relieved for a bit, but what next? What do you do after that?"
"I don't care about how long I would feel relieved, I don't care what is after that, I want revenge, I will have revenge." He says reappearing.
"You will die one day, and you will see your daughter again. If I were you, I'd want to be a man she would still love." He doesn't look over.
He's shaking a bit more violently now.
He looks to him and takes off his helm, revealing a horrifically scarred face "I am someone who cannot be loved anymore." He holds out a hand, trying to stop his shaking. Grapple:37
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"You will die one day, and you will see your daughter again. If I were you, I'd want to be a man she would still love." He doesn't look over.
He's shaking a bit more violently now.
He looks to him and takes off his helm, revealing a horrifically scarred face "I am someone who cannot be loved anymore." He holds out a hand, trying to stop his shaking. Grapple:33
He doesn't resist, but the vibrations remain in faint tremors. Shredder can feel the charged energy and tension in Prospero's body fading slowly. "Anyone can be forgiven. Anyone can be loved." He tries to take Shredder's hand with his own big, soft glove, looking him in the damaged eyes without even flinching. "You deserve love as much as anyone else."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A man enters the dome, striking an inspiring pose as his dull orange longcoat blows in the wind like a cape. He wears a crude, cylindrical helmet that looks more constraining than protective, his too-long dark hair getting in his big, innocent eyes. Under his coat he wears a poor facsimile of a super hero costume, not nearly form-fitting or recognizable enough to really emulate the heroes of old. His "symbol" seems to be a heart protected by a shield, which seems all well and good but doesn't really fit the vibe that the shackles around his neck and wrists gives off.
Overall, he looks like a wannabe who just escaped from prison.
"Villains! You better start running and hiding! The Leviathan has risen once more!"
They see another man, doing some tinkering on a plie of trash. His skin is a pale grey, looking incredibly unhealthy despite his musculature
The Leviathan walks over jauntily, putting a soft, supple glove on the man's shoulder. "Hello there, citizen. Are you doing alright? Need any help?" His voice is deep and booming, clearly well-used and trained.
*Sry got busy*
"I'm good. Just tinkering. What do you think I should make?"
They see another man, doing some tinkering on a plie of trash. His skin is a pale grey, looking incredibly unhealthy despite his musculature
The Leviathan walks over jauntily, putting a soft, supple glove on the man's shoulder. "Hello there, citizen. Are you doing alright? Need any help?" His voice is deep and booming, clearly well-used and trained.
*Sry got busy*
"I'm good. Just tinkering. What do you think I should make?"
*All cool, my man!*
The overgrown reptilian rubs the bottom of his non-removable helm. "I think you should make a foam cannon if you can. Something that could restrain a bunch of violent people without hurting them. Can you do that? I don't know how machines work, but I've seen people with them before."
"You will die one day, and you will see your daughter again. If I were you, I'd want to be a man she would still love." He doesn't look over.
He's shaking a bit more violently now.
He looks to him and takes off his helm, revealing a horrifically scarred face "I am someone who cannot be loved anymore." He holds out a hand, trying to stop his shaking. Grapple:33
He doesn't resist, but the vibrations remain in faint tremors. Shredder can feel the charged energy and tension in Prospero's body fading slowly. "Anyone can be forgiven. Anyone can be loved." He tries to take Shredder's hand with his own big, soft glove, looking him in the damaged eyes without even flinching. "You deserve love as much as anyone else."
His eyes are a dark grey faded color, dead inside from everything he's experienced, other than a deep, irremovable malice, an evil that can never fade. He places his fist to Properso's chest "I cannot be forgiven, by you nor anyone. I deserve nothing more than what I have given." The spikes shoot out as an attempt to impale him. To hit:34 Damage:17+3
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
They see another man, doing some tinkering on a plie of trash. His skin is a pale grey, looking incredibly unhealthy despite his musculature
The Leviathan walks over jauntily, putting a soft, supple glove on the man's shoulder. "Hello there, citizen. Are you doing alright? Need any help?" His voice is deep and booming, clearly well-used and trained.
*Sry got busy*
"I'm good. Just tinkering. What do you think I should make?"
*All cool, my man!*
The overgrown reptilian rubs the bottom of his non-removable helm. "I think you should make a foam cannon if you can. Something that could restrain a bunch of violent people without hurting them. Can you do that? I don't know how machines work, but I've seen people with them before."
"Hmmm. That's possible. Though I've made binding devices before, much more complicated ones."
He doesn't resist, but the vibrations remain in faint tremors. Shredder can feel the charged energy and tension in Prospero's body fading slowly. "Anyone can be forgiven. Anyone can be loved." He tries to take Shredder's hand with his own big, soft glove, looking him in the damaged eyes without even flinching. "You deserve love as much as anyone else."
His eyes are a dark grey faded color, dead inside from everything he's experienced, other than a deep, irremovable malice, an evil that can never fade. He places his fist to Properso's chest "I cannot be forgiven, by you nor anyone. I deserve nothing more than what I have given." The spikes shoot out as an attempt to impale him. To hit:31 Damage:18+11
The spikes can't pierce the seemingly soft flesh (miss, but flavored as natural armor). "But I forgive you already." He pulls Shedder into a hug, reciprocating the grapple. The tension is back, but used as an all-consuming hug. Waves of comfort instead of fear. Not mind-altering like the hatred from before, but just a gentle knock on his atrophied pleasure centers. "I don't care how many people you killed, or how painful it was, but I know you can get better. You just have to try. I know you don't want to, but I'll try for you." There is not a hint of fear or discomfort in his voice.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The overgrown reptilian rubs the bottom of his non-removable helm. "I think you should make a foam cannon if you can. Something that could restrain a bunch of violent people without hurting them. Can you do that? I don't know how machines work, but I've seen people with them before."
"Hmmm. That's possible. Though I've made binding devices before, much more complicated ones."
"The foam could also be used to break falls or muffle kinetic energy from hits. But that must be child's play for you. Maybe a device that emits a special sound or chemical that makes people reconsider their actions before someone gets hurt? I like nonlethal weaponry, if you couldn't tell."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The overgrown reptilian rubs the bottom of his non-removable helm. "I think you should make a foam cannon if you can. Something that could restrain a bunch of violent people without hurting them. Can you do that? I don't know how machines work, but I've seen people with them before."
"Hmmm. That's possible. Though I've made binding devices before, much more complicated ones."
"The foam could also be used to break falls or muffle kinetic energy from hits. But that must be child's play for you. Maybe a device that emits a special sound or chemical that makes people reconsider their actions before someone gets hurt? I like nonlethal weaponry, if you couldn't tell."
"I could care less who the weapons are for and how their being used. I can't feel guilt or stuff like that, but it was worth it." He starts piecing trash together *Gtg for a bit*
"The foam could also be used to break falls or muffle kinetic energy from hits. But that must be child's play for you. Maybe a device that emits a special sound or chemical that makes people reconsider their actions before someone gets hurt? I like nonlethal weaponry, if you couldn't tell."
"I could care less who the weapons are for and how their being used. I can't feel guilt or stuff like that, but it was worth it." He starts piecing trash together *Gtg for a bit*
"Well, I could use your help. I'm trying to be a hero, but people keep using all these crazy gadgets that I don't know how to deal with. I can pay you! Probably not all at once, but it's better than nothing!" *All cool with me!*
He doesn't resist, but the vibrations remain in faint tremors. Shredder can feel the charged energy and tension in Prospero's body fading slowly. "Anyone can be forgiven. Anyone can be loved." He tries to take Shredder's hand with his own big, soft glove, looking him in the damaged eyes without even flinching. "You deserve love as much as anyone else."
His eyes are a dark grey faded color, dead inside from everything he's experienced, other than a deep, irremovable malice, an evil that can never fade. He places his fist to Properso's chest "I cannot be forgiven, by you nor anyone. I deserve nothing more than what I have given." The spikes shoot out as an attempt to impale him. To hit:31 Damage:18+11
The spikes can't pierce the seemingly soft flesh (miss, but flavored as natural armor). "But I forgive you already." He pulls Shedder into a hug, reciprocating the grapple. The tension is back, but used as an all-consuming hug. Waves of comfort instead of fear. Not mind-altering like the hatred from before, but just a gentle knock on his atrophied pleasure centers. "I don't care how many people you killed, or how painful it was, but I know you can get better. You just have to try. I know you don't want to, but I'll try for you." There is not a hint of fear or discomfort in his voice.
*Dawg are you really going to neutralize the evil that is Shredder? Also what's his AC, I forgot.*
He is so surprised by the failure of the claws that he doesn't resist the hug. His spiked armor presses up against them, but as was previously established that likely doesn't do much either. His arms slump to his sides, slight tears dropping down his face "Why? Why do you do this? I tried to stab you. Let me go! Let me be the monster I know I am!" He shakes but doesn't push with the real strength he has.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The spikes can't pierce the seemingly soft flesh (miss, but flavored as natural armor). "But I forgive you already." He pulls Shedder into a hug, reciprocating the grapple. The tension is back, but used as an all-consuming hug. Waves of comfort instead of fear. Not mind-altering like the hatred from before, but just a gentle knock on his atrophied pleasure centers. "I don't care how many people you killed, or how painful it was, but I know you can get better. You just have to try. I know you don't want to, but I'll try for you." There is not a hint of fear or discomfort in his voice.
*Dawg are you really going to neutralize the evil that is Shredder? Also what's his AC, I forgot.*
He is so surprised by the failure of the claws that he doesn't resist the hug. His spiked armor presses up against them, but as was previously established that likely doesn't do much either. His arms slump to his sides, slight tears dropping down his face "Why? Why do you do this? I tried to stab you. Let me go! Let me be the monster I know I am!" He shakes but doesn't push with the real strength he has.
*35, your roll just barely missed. And Shredder doesn't have to change his ways instantly, it takes a while before meaningful change is made. Shredder is practically a violence addict, after all.*
Propsero gently sets Shredder down. "Everyone is a monster. You're no different. You are so full of hurt, and you wanted to share. It's only natural. You don't have to be angry at me, because I understand. All that anger I have... you saw it. You know that I'm not any better than you. I just made an effort to be kinder, and I know if you put in that same effort, you can be happy too."
*Also, I gtg for a bit*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The spikes can't pierce the seemingly soft flesh (miss, but flavored as natural armor). "But I forgive you already." He pulls Shedder into a hug, reciprocating the grapple. The tension is back, but used as an all-consuming hug. Waves of comfort instead of fear. Not mind-altering like the hatred from before, but just a gentle knock on his atrophied pleasure centers. "I don't care how many people you killed, or how painful it was, but I know you can get better. You just have to try. I know you don't want to, but I'll try for you." There is not a hint of fear or discomfort in his voice.
*Dawg are you really going to neutralize the evil that is Shredder? Also what's his AC, I forgot.*
He is so surprised by the failure of the claws that he doesn't resist the hug. His spiked armor presses up against them, but as was previously established that likely doesn't do much either. His arms slump to his sides, slight tears dropping down his face "Why? Why do you do this? I tried to stab you. Let me go! Let me be the monster I know I am!" He shakes but doesn't push with the real strength he has.
*35, your roll just barely missed. And Shredder doesn't have to change his ways instantly, it takes a while before meaningful change is made. Shredder is practically a violence addict, after all.*
Propsero gently sets Shredder down. "Everyone is a monster. You're no different. You are so full of hurt, and you wanted to share. It's only natural. You don't have to be angry at me, because I understand. All that anger I have... you saw it. You know that I'm not any better than you. I just made an effort to be kinder, and I know if you put in that same effort, you can be happy too."
*Also, I gtg for a bit*
*Don't worry about changing the Shredder to be a better person, considering the name is just a title, if one fails there will be another.*
He pushes away, unsure about this vigilante, disappearing into the shadows, this time his murderous presence disappears with him, although replaced by hundreds of others. These ones are weaker than Shredder's and their steps can be heard, although faintly. The Foot clan emerge from the shadows and attack the attempted hero, looking to kill. *I would roll attacks for them, but compared to Shredder they are a bunch of nobodies.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"The foam could also be used to break falls or muffle kinetic energy from hits. But that must be child's play for you. Maybe a device that emits a special sound or chemical that makes people reconsider their actions before someone gets hurt? I like nonlethal weaponry, if you couldn't tell."
"I could care less who the weapons are for and how their being used. I can't feel guilt or stuff like that, but it was worth it." He starts piecing trash together *Gtg for a bit*
"Well, I could use your help. I'm trying to be a hero, but people keep using all these crazy gadgets that I don't know how to deal with. I can pay you! Probably not all at once, but it's better than nothing!" *All cool with me!*
*Back*
“Hero’s aren’t real, but I don’t care about your hopes or delusions. How much am I getting paid? Piles of trash are surprisingly expensive.”
The spikes can't pierce the seemingly soft flesh (miss, but flavored as natural armor). "But I forgive you already." He pulls Shedder into a hug, reciprocating the grapple. The tension is back, but used as an all-consuming hug. Waves of comfort instead of fear. Not mind-altering like the hatred from before, but just a gentle knock on his atrophied pleasure centers. "I don't care how many people you killed, or how painful it was, but I know you can get better. You just have to try. I know you don't want to, but I'll try for you." There is not a hint of fear or discomfort in his voice.
*Dawg are you really going to neutralize the evil that is Shredder? Also what's his AC, I forgot.*
He is so surprised by the failure of the claws that he doesn't resist the hug. His spiked armor presses up against them, but as was previously established that likely doesn't do much either. His arms slump to his sides, slight tears dropping down his face "Why? Why do you do this? I tried to stab you. Let me go! Let me be the monster I know I am!" He shakes but doesn't push with the real strength he has.
*35, your roll just barely missed. And Shredder doesn't have to change his ways instantly, it takes a while before meaningful change is made. Shredder is practically a violence addict, after all.*
Propsero gently sets Shredder down. "Everyone is a monster. You're no different. You are so full of hurt, and you wanted to share. It's only natural. You don't have to be angry at me, because I understand. All that anger I have... you saw it. You know that I'm not any better than you. I just made an effort to be kinder, and I know if you put in that same effort, you can be happy too."
*Also, I gtg for a bit*
*Don't worry about changing the Shredder to be a better person, considering the name is just a title, if one fails there will be another.*
He pushes away, unsure about this vigilante, disappearing into the shadows, this time his murderous presence disappears with him, although replaced by hundreds of others. These ones are weaker than Shredder's and their steps can be heard, although faintly. The Foot clan emerge from the shadows and attack the attempted hero, looking to kill. *I would roll attacks for them, but compared to Shredder they are a bunch of nobodies.*
*Cool, didn't know that*
Prospero looks down at his arm. He fires off a single punch that he had been charging that entire conversation (remember the shaking?), KOing pretty much every Foot in the surrounding area.
"Well, I could use your help. I'm trying to be a hero, but people keep using all these crazy gadgets that I don't know how to deal with. I can pay you! Probably not all at once, but it's better than nothing!" *All cool with me!*
*Back*
“Hero’s aren’t real, but I don’t care about your hopes or delusions. How much am I getting paid? Piles of trash are surprisingly expensive.”
"I can get you all the trash you could possibly need."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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He feels Shredder's presence beside him, sitting down next to him "I never claimed to seek only power. I had a daughter, someone I cared for with all the love I had." sand beneath them becomes wet with a single tear "I was betrayed by the only person I cared for. Nothing else matters."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"What would make you happy now? Not revenge. It might make you relieved for a bit, but what next? What do you do after that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't care about how long I would feel relieved, I don't care what is after that, I want revenge, I will have revenge." He says reappearing.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You will die one day, and you will see your daughter again. If I were you, I'd want to be a man she would still love." He doesn't look over.
He's shaking a bit more violently now.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks to him and takes off his helm, revealing a horrifically scarred face "I am someone who cannot be loved anymore." He holds out a hand, trying to stop his shaking. Grapple:37
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He doesn't resist, but the vibrations remain in faint tremors. Shredder can feel the charged energy and tension in Prospero's body fading slowly. "Anyone can be forgiven. Anyone can be loved." He tries to take Shredder's hand with his own big, soft glove, looking him in the damaged eyes without even flinching. "You deserve love as much as anyone else."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sry got busy*
"I'm good. Just tinkering. What do you think I should make?"
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*All cool, my man!*
The overgrown reptilian rubs the bottom of his non-removable helm. "I think you should make a foam cannon if you can. Something that could restrain a bunch of violent people without hurting them. Can you do that? I don't know how machines work, but I've seen people with them before."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
His eyes are a dark grey faded color, dead inside from everything he's experienced, other than a deep, irremovable malice, an evil that can never fade. He places his fist to Properso's chest "I cannot be forgiven, by you nor anyone. I deserve nothing more than what I have given." The spikes shoot out as an attempt to impale him. To hit:34 Damage:17+3
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hmmm. That's possible. Though I've made binding devices before, much more complicated ones."
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
The spikes can't pierce the seemingly soft flesh (miss, but flavored as natural armor). "But I forgive you already." He pulls Shedder into a hug, reciprocating the grapple. The tension is back, but used as an all-consuming hug. Waves of comfort instead of fear. Not mind-altering like the hatred from before, but just a gentle knock on his atrophied pleasure centers. "I don't care how many people you killed, or how painful it was, but I know you can get better. You just have to try. I know you don't want to, but I'll try for you." There is not a hint of fear or discomfort in his voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The foam could also be used to break falls or muffle kinetic energy from hits. But that must be child's play for you. Maybe a device that emits a special sound or chemical that makes people reconsider their actions before someone gets hurt? I like nonlethal weaponry, if you couldn't tell."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I could care less who the weapons are for and how their being used. I can't feel guilt or stuff like that, but it was worth it." He starts piecing trash together *Gtg for a bit*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
"Well, I could use your help. I'm trying to be a hero, but people keep using all these crazy gadgets that I don't know how to deal with. I can pay you! Probably not all at once, but it's better than nothing!"
*All cool with me!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Dawg are you really going to neutralize the evil that is Shredder? Also what's his AC, I forgot.*
He is so surprised by the failure of the claws that he doesn't resist the hug. His spiked armor presses up against them, but as was previously established that likely doesn't do much either. His arms slump to his sides, slight tears dropping down his face "Why? Why do you do this? I tried to stab you. Let me go! Let me be the monster I know I am!" He shakes but doesn't push with the real strength he has.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*35, your roll just barely missed. And Shredder doesn't have to change his ways instantly, it takes a while before meaningful change is made. Shredder is practically a violence addict, after all.*
Propsero gently sets Shredder down. "Everyone is a monster. You're no different. You are so full of hurt, and you wanted to share. It's only natural. You don't have to be angry at me, because I understand. All that anger I have... you saw it. You know that I'm not any better than you. I just made an effort to be kinder, and I know if you put in that same effort, you can be happy too."
*Also, I gtg for a bit*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Don't worry about changing the Shredder to be a better person, considering the name is just a title, if one fails there will be another.*
He pushes away, unsure about this vigilante, disappearing into the shadows, this time his murderous presence disappears with him, although replaced by hundreds of others. These ones are weaker than Shredder's and their steps can be heard, although faintly. The Foot clan emerge from the shadows and attack the attempted hero, looking to kill. *I would roll attacks for them, but compared to Shredder they are a bunch of nobodies.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Back*
“Hero’s aren’t real, but I don’t care about your hopes or delusions. How much am I getting paid? Piles of trash are surprisingly expensive.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
*Cool, didn't know that*
Prospero looks down at his arm. He fires off a single punch that he had been charging that entire conversation (remember the shaking?), KOing pretty much every Foot in the surrounding area.
Attack: 52 Damage: 234
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I can get you all the trash you could possibly need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.