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Hey you! Yes, you! This is a text-based roleplay server based around South Park. Specifically, it's an alternate universe in which our beloved fourthies are all grown up, and now wield superpowers that regular people can only dream of- which may be very different from the powers they played at having when they were younger. Of course, such power is sure to attract trouble, and with villains popping up throughout the once-quiet little mountain town, our heroes will have quite the adventure ahead of them...The question is, where will your muses end up in all of this?

Please note that this server is restricted to people 18 years or older; after all, this show is for adults at the end of the day. If you are found to be lying about your age, you will be promptly banned.

This server features:

-A friendly, tolerant environment

-A proship space in which you'll never be judged for what you ship

-SFW and NSFW roleplay

-Drama

-Romance

-Comedy

-And most importantly, kickass fight scenes!

So, what are you waiting for? Come on down and join us- a great conflict awaits!

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@salvadorethefox commisioned me to draw Wendy, Nichole, and Red from his superhero au!

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Adding some art of Flagitio by @mib_u#7474 on Discord!

Profile: Eric Theodore Cartman, aka Flagitio

Powers:

Well-Rounded: Cartman is a skilled fighter with above-average strength, dexterity, and resilience.

Unnotability: Cartman's main power is a rather unique one- he can project a psychic effect that makes people see him as unimportant and disregard him. This doesn't mean they'll ignore him completely, however, so it isn't foolproof.

Personality: Cartman is incredibly selfish and arrogant. He is capable of empathy and does care for his friends and family to an extent, but the majority of his actions are done only for himself. He is also ambitious and ruthless, willing to do anything to get what he wants, and a skilled manipulator. However, if his ambitions are thwarted, he tends to become emotional and childish. With all that in mind, it's difficult to imagine why he became a hero...maybe for the glory and attention?

Backstory:

Cartman refuses to tell anyone how he got his powers and why he decided to become a superhero. However, he's always had a strong mind, which could allow him to channel psychic power if used correctly, and his fighting skills are within the bounds of human ability- meaning the most likely explanation is that his powers come from diligent training.

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Profile: Kip Alden Drordy, aka Citadel

Powers:

Loneliness Empowerment: Kip can draw on his solitude to gain strength. Unfortunately, this means that having allies help him will actually make him weaker.

Alone Together: Kip can induce a feeling of loneliness in his enemies to weaken or distract them, though it isn't always effective.

Personality: Kip is rather helpful and hardworking, though he also tends to be a bit abrasive, especially towards those he doesn't know well. Which, since he doesn't have many friends, is almost everyone. Still, he tries to be polite if nothing else, despite his loneliness. He's on the stoic side, and insists that he's all right with working alone, even if that isn't always the case.

Backstory:

Kip once had no Facebook friends and was deeply depressed due to this loneliness. Kyle friended him, and Kip began to see Kyle as his best friend, but Kyle became overwhelmed and cut ties with him. Kip was crushed, but Stan soon made things right by giving him all of his Facebook friends. Kip was happy for some time, but he eventually became disillusioned with them, believing that nobody would want to be his friend, and stopped using Facebook altogether.

Kip spent a great deal of time on the Internet, and during his absentminded browsing, he discovered a mysterious site full of "forbidden" methods of meditation and martial arts. After studying and training with these strange new forms of fighting, he became rather skilled at it. His parents were happy to see him being more active, and he felt both physically and mentally healthier. Seeing heroes and villains begin to pop up all over the town, he thought that the least he could do was help. Though his newfound heroism has helped him to cope with his loneliness, he can't deny that it's still there, and some days all he wants is someone to talk to. He is deeply grateful to Kyle and Stan for attempting to help him, even if their attempts did not work out, and hopes that he can grow closer to them one day.

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Profile: Josh Nester Myers, aka Psypaper

Powers:

Toilet Paper Control: Psypaper can take control over toilet paper and move it around at will. He can also make it stronger and more durable. He has some limited control over wood and other forms of paper as well.

Psychoanalysis: Psypaper is incredibly intelligent and a skilled psychologist, able to get a general idea of someone's personality and mental state after only a short time observing them. Further study and interrogation allows him to construct a more complete profile.

Personality: Josh possesses a strong mind and an even stronger ego, believing himself to be superior to others in almost every respect- no matter how many times he's defeated. He is also persistent, ambitious, and determined, as he continues to break out of his imprisonment and try to toilet-paper even greater things each time.

Backstory:

Ever since his childhood (his debut in the season 7 episode "Toilet Paper"), Josh has been obsessed with TPing buildings. No one quite knows why he fixates so heavily on it, or why he keeps trying over and over despite the odds, but regardless, his actions keep landing him in prison. Each time he escaped, he would try something and somewhere new, always honing his skills. He lived and breathed toilet paper. It was his purpose, he believed, and his alias reflected that.

With each new attempt, he became better, learning more efficient techniques and how to get more coverage with less paper. Until, eventually, he realized that he didn't even need to touch the paper anymore to move it. Just by exerting his will over it, he could control and strengthen it. And he soon began to put his power to good use...

The truth is, even he doesn't know why he feels this burning need to toilet-paper things, and to hurt people who stand in his way. Though he can comprehend others' minds with ease, his own is still a mystery to him. But he doesn't particularly need to know the reason- all he needs is to keep going.

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Lady Noument and Realist Hunt Psypaper, Part 3.

[Lady Noument and Realist approach Citadel. She stands below the bound hero, and he blasts the surrounding toilet paper with reality energy, destroying it and causing Citadel to fall into Noument's waiting arms. His head jerks up.]

Citadel: Ahh! I'm free! Is Psypaper-

Lady Noument: We took care of him.

Citadel: I could have handled it on my own...

[Realist snickers. Though he tries to muffle it with a hand over his mouth, it's still clearly audible.]

Realist: You two sound exactly alike.

[Lady Noument glares at him, and he promptly shuts up. She sets Citadel down, and he stands up and dusts himself off.]

Citadel: Sorry for my rudeness, but...Well, I know you only meant to help, and I'm grateful to you for defeating him, but you could have ended up doing more harm than good.

Realist: How do you mean?

Citadel: That's my power, you see. "Loneliness empowerment". I draw strength from being alone- meaning the more people I have on my side, the weaker I become.

[Realist looks downwards, then back at Citadel, and gently reaches out his hand in a comforting way.]

Realist: That...must be awful. I'm sorry.

Citadel: Don't be. I'm used to it. It's what I do- I work as secretly as I can, taking out villains or helping people so other heroes don't have to.

Lady Noument: That's admirable of you. If you've got enough strength, we'd appreciate your assistance another time. I don't expect you to join us, but if you just, well, keep doing what you're doing, it'd surely be an immense help.

[Citadel chuckles a bit. Neither of them can see his face through his masked helmet, but they get the impression that he's smiling.]

Citadel: I'll try my best.

Lady Noument: I'm going to take Psypaper away now. Could you help Realist clean all this up?

Realist: Oh, there's no need-

Citadel: Certainly. Your powers can disintegrate the paper, correct? If you'd like to make a game out of it, I could toss them into the air and you could blast them.

Realist: W-well, sure...

[Lady Noument giggles and lifts Psypaper by his shoulders, dragging him along the ground.]

Lady Noument: You boys have fun. I'll be back as soon as I can.

[She exits. Citadel and Realist take to cleaning up the area; Citadel balls up the paper and tosses them, and Realist fires beams at them to destroy them. They're finished in rather short order.]

Realist: That was rather efficient. Thanks for the help- it would've taken forever without you.

Citadel: Again, it's no issue. Especially for, heh, my first friend.

[Realist squints at him.]

Realist: Your...first friend?

Citadel: Oh, ha-ha, right. You can't see my face. Well, I'd rather not show it just in case anyone's secretly observing, but...Remember? I had zero friends, and then you...

[Realist's mouth falls open, and Citadel quietly laughs at the sight of him.]

Realist: Kip?

Citadel [cheerily]: That's my name, don't wear it out. It's nice to see you again, Kyle.

Realist: How do you know who I am?

Citadel: You really think I wouldn't remember my first friend?

[Realist awkwardly kicks at a rock, sending it skittering along the road.]

Realist: I can't help but feel bad now, Kip. I mean, surely there must be something we can do so you don't feel so lonely.

[Citadel hesitates before saying:]

Citadel: No...N-no. It wouldn't help anyway. Just keep cooperating with your allies- you do your work and I'll do mine.

Realist: If you're sure. Still, at least take this.

[Realist digs a laminated piece of paper, like a business card, out of the pocket of his trench coat.]

Realist: Just put that info into your phone.

Citadel: What's it for?

[Suddenly, the two hear nearby footsteps. They take battle stances, but relax when they see it's only Lady Noument.]

Lady Noument: That information lets you get questions from people and answer them! It's simple and really safe, and it's a good way to pass the time.

Citadel: I doubt anyone would have anything to ask me, and I should be focusing on my duties most of the time. But it can't hurt, and if you say it's safe...

[He shrugs.]

Lady Noument: Right. Well, we'll be going now! Good luck with everything, Citadel.

[Lady Noument gracefully walks back to the alleys and backstreets they came from. Realist looks back at Citadel, smiles, and waves goodbye before following her. Citadel pockets the card.]

Citadel: And I return to solitude. Good luck, Kyle...please be cautious.

[Meanwhile, Psypaper has been placed back in a cell. He groans and rubs his aching head as he wakes up. His hands instinctively go for the inside of his jumpsuit, and he grins.]

Psypaper: Idiots didn't even think to search me.

[He tugs a small cell phone out of a compartment sewn into his suit, and swiftly begins typing into it.]

Psypaper: Now, what was that thing they told me about? Recieving and answering questions...I'm sure I have plenty of devotees who are dying to ask me something. Just look in the right places for the right information, and...

[Soon, a little banner flashes on the screen, and Psypaper grins.]

Psypaper: And now I wait for the questions to roll in. It's a good distraction if nothing else, and perhaps it'll provide some helpful information.

[Lady Noument and Realist are available for asks again. Psypaper and Citadel are now also open for asks! Please note that if questions are phrased to everyone or not given a specific recipient, Citadel and Psypaper will not answer- they must be specifically asked!]

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Lady Noument and Realist Hunt Psypaper, Part 2.

[The town square is covered in toilet paper. It's draped dramatically over City Hall and several other nearby buildings, binding the doors and windows to keep people trapped inside. In the center of the square, a black-haired man in a blue jumpsuit stands with a hand aloft. Some of the toilet paper is surrounded with a soft blue glow, and floats in the air. It's wrapped around a struggling man in blue-and-brown armor-like clothing, a deep cerulean cape, and a worn, slightly rusty helmet. The black-haired man speaks with a refined, calm voice.]

???: Well now, you've found yourself in a rather unpleasant situation. I would say this could be a good life lesson to you, if I were the type to put stock in life lessons. Not that it matters anyway- it's doubtful you'll live long enough to put the lesson into practice.

[The armored man grunts and strains against the surprisingly powerful grip of the paper. In a somewhat growly voice, he replies:]

???: I'm not beaten yet, Psypaper.

[The black-haired man, presumably Psypaper, laughs dismissively.]

Psypaper: Oh, my dear Citadel. Don't you see? Even at your maximum power, this paper is too strong for you to escape. It's over for you. Though, your mind is a very interesting case and I'm likely to spend a great deal of time on you. So, you may take some comfort in the knowledge that your life will last a tad longer.

[Realist suddenly springs out of hiding. Lady Noument gasps and dashes after him.]

Lady Noument: What are you doing?!

Realist: Not if I have anything to say about it! Stand down, Psypaper!

[The armored man, Citadel, struggles against his restraints again. His movements seem less pronounced now, however.]

Citadel: Ngh...you idiots! Don't interfere!

[Psypaper makes a dismissive hand gesture, and the toilet paper binding Citadel moves, wrapping around a nearby building to tie him to the side.]

Psypaper: Ah, uninvited guests. What joy. Still, I think you'll find I'm not so weak as I appear.

[A wicked smile spreads over his face as he lifts his hand, and some of the paper strewn about the area rises with it. He points to Lady Noument and Realist, and the rolls of paper streak towards them. They swiftly dive and roll out of the way, Realist to the left and Noument to the right. Realist lifts his hand, and a small pink-purple line appears around his palm, forming itself into a square. A blast of energy fires from it; Psypaper puts up his hands to shield himself, but is still knocked back, his shoes sliding on the ground and kicking up dust.]

Lady Noument: Nice one. Still, we should have waited a bit longer to attack. On your left.

[Realist casually points with his left hand to a line of paper streaking towards him from the left. A thin, glowing energy circle forms around his finger, and multiple bolts of reality energy fire from it; they punch holes through the toilet paper, which flumps to the ground unceremoniously.]

Realist: Maybe so, but it's too late now. Behind you.

[Lady Noument dodges to the side to avoid a roll of paper that had been trying to hit her from behind. She holds out her hand palm-first, and both it and the paper glow deep pink. The paper careens around a lamppost and travels to the side, hitting Psypaper in the face.]

Lady Noument: Looks like you misjudged the path of that attack. Actions have consequences, you know!

[Psypaper growls and tosses the toilet paper off his face.]

Psypaper: Well, if my paper won't work, I'll use the Psy part of my name.

[Realist laughs and holds out his hand as if cradling something.]

Realist: You don't even have psychic powers! You don't scare us, you know!

[An orb of pinkish-purple reality energy manifests in Realist's hand- small at first, but slowly growing to the approximate size of a baseball. He pulls his hand back and hurls it at Psypaper. However, the paper-wielding villain easily dodges it, and it soars past him. Citadel groans and lifts his head.]

Citadel: That's not...what he means by...agh!

[The orb's hit Citadel instead! He slumps over a little, clearly too weak to escape his bonds at this point.]

Psypaper: Realist. Control over reality energy, used primarily for creation of attacks and force fields. Intelligent, with considerable force of will and power behind his abilities. Easily angered and conforms strongly to his morals.

Realist: How do you-

Psypaper: I've seen you in action and heard of your exploits. With this knowledge, constructing a rudimentary psychological profile is simple. Please don't waste my time with inane questions.

[Realist clenches his fists.]

Realist: Inane questions?! You...you're out here attacking innocent people and you act like this is all some big INCONVENIENCE to you?!

[He holds out both his hands, and the line forms a large circle.]

Lady Noument: Realist, don't! He'll-

[But it's too late! A massive beam of reality energy expands from his outstretched hands and shoots toward Psypaper. The villain's arms streak upward, and many of the surrounding strands of paper weave together to form a barrier in front of him. The blast tears the paper to shreds, but dissipates afterwards; Psypaper is unharmed.]

Psypaper: Come now. I just told you what I was doing, and you fell for it anyway. After an embarrassing tactical blunder like that, you deserve what's coming to you.

[Psypaper lets out a confident laugh and gestures to Realist with the palm of his hand. Toilet paper leaps at him from all sides, wrapping around his body and pulling him to the ground.]

Realist: Agh...

[Psypaper slowly approaches Realist, chuckling. Lady Moment rushes towards them, but Psypaper is closer and reaches him first. He lifts his leg and slams his foot onto Realist's chest, making the hero gasp for breath. Realist glares at Psypaper and spits onto his jumpsuit. Psypaper grimaces and pushes down harder.]

Psypaper: You are a stubborn one. Still, you should be realizing now what a mistake it was to- Agh!

[Lady Noument, using her momentum to increase the force of her blow, punches Psypaper square in the jaw, knocking him some distance away. He growls and tilts his head at them as Noument tears the paper off of Realist.]

Realist: Damn it, I let him get to me...

Lady Noument: It's all right. I have a plan. He used up a lot of the toilet paper on that maneuver, meaning there's less for him to draw from. And I've noticed a spot, right over there...

[She points to a small area where paper is strewn across the ground.]

Lady Noument: The paper's positioned in a way that I could trip him with it. If we can get him to stand near that paper and attack with it, I think we can beat him.

Realist: Not a bad idea. So you distract him and try to lure him near it, I take up position nearby and draw his attention?

Lady Noument: Then we trip him up and beat him up.

[She grins and clenches her fists. Psypaper, having recovered from the damage she did, stands up and stretches his arms above his head.]

Psypaper: Seems Lady Noument wants to join in on the action. Very well then...

[He dashes towards her with his fists raised, swinging one of his arms at her torso. She blocks it with relative ease, and the two begin to trade blows. Meanwhile, Realist makes sure Psypaper's not looking before hightailing it backwards, until he's close to the small pile.]

Lady Noument: You're not half- ngh- bad at this, Psypaper. But it's two against one!

[She feints with a movement to the right, making Psypaper dodge to the other side- and right into her punch. He's knocked away, closer to the pile. Realist grins and stretches his fingers out; circles form around their tips, and small missiles of energy streak towards Psypaper, hurting him even further.]

Realist: That's right! Come on then- if you're so strong, surely you can beat an easily angered, stubborn goody-two-shoes like me with no effort!

Psypaper: Ngh...you would be wise not to draw my ire. Take this!

[The toilet paper at his feet is surrounded by a soft blue glow, and streaks of it begin to lift themselves up and rush toward Realist.]

Lady Noument: Got you now!

[The blue glow slowly gives way to a pink one. Psypaper gasps and looks down to find that the paper is encircling his ankles- and soon, pulling him along as it moves straight toward Realist. Realist's hands are still outstretched, but this time, a larger circle is forming. Psypaper's eyes shoot wide open just as the beam of energy bursts from Realist's palms, disintegrating the paper and making Psypaper fly backwards into a wall. He slumps to the ground.]

Psypaper: Ngh...agh...but I don't understand...I am...

[He tries to lift his hand, but only succeeds in making some toilet paper rise a few inches into the air and then fall onto him. Mere moments later, he passes out. Realist breathes a sigh of relief and turns his head to smile at an approaching Noument.]

Lady Noument: Great job! That was incredible!

Realist: Oh, it was nothing...

[He blushes a little and rubs the back of his head. Noument giggles and points at him.]

Lady Noument: You're picking up habits from Tecton.

Realist: Apparently so. Regardless, I have to say, you were excellent too. We make a pretty great team.

Lady Noument: Maybe we do.

[She smiles back, then steps towards the unconscious Citadel.]

Lady Noument: Let's get him down. Then I'll take Psypaper into custody and you can clean this mess up.

Realist: No problem at all.

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Lady Noument and Realist Hunt Psypaper, Part 1. [Split into multiple parts because it's long.]

[Lady Noument and Realist travel through back alleys and duck behind buildings, avoiding the sight of passersby.]

Realist [whispering]: Do you think he'll have anyone with him?

Lady Noument [whispering]: Hm...the news reports only mentioned Psypaper. Still, we should stay vigilant just in case.

[Almost simultaneously, their hands begin to glow with energy as they prepare to use their powers.]

Lady Noument: Apparently he's at City Hall. The mayor and her staff are safe in the building itself, but the area outside isn't looking good.

Realist: I just hope the civilians got out of there.

Lady Noument: We'll find out in a moment...by the way, there's something on your shoe.

[She points at his feet. He lifts up his right foot to look at the bottom of it and sighs. There's a small piece of toilet paper hanging off it. He pinches it between two fingers, peels it off, and elegantly tosses it into a nearby trash can.]

Realist: Ergh. Still, that must mean we're close-

[He suddenly freezes, bolts upright, and whirls around to look at the empty alleyway behind him.]

Realist: Did you hear that? Someone laughed.

Lady Noument: I'm sure it's nothing. Just leave it.

Realist: What?! You said we should-

[Realist gasps quietly, then glares, and his eyes flash with pinkish-purple energy. The glow around his hands gets brighter, and his trench coat blows behind him a bit.]

Realist: I know you're there. Come on out, whoever you are. I won't hesitate to blast you.

[An annoyed groan is heard. Out of a side street from behind a trash can, steps...Flagitio, holding his arms up.]

Flagitio: Okay, okay, ya got me. I followed ya because I knew you'd get your asses kicked without me.

[Realist steps forward and raises his hand slightly.]

Realist: What are you doing?! How moronic do you have to be to-

Lady Noument: Realist. Take a breath.

[She puts her hand on his shoulder. Realist sputters for a moment, before sulking, his violet eyes still glaring daggers at Flagitio.]

Lady Noument: Flagitio, go back to our base. We can handle it on our own.

Flagitio: I dunno why you guys are so mean! All I'm trying to do is help. But, fine, if you say so.

[He sighs and walks off, shaking his head.]

Realist: I'm getting sick of him.

Lady Noument: I know. I don't exactly trust him either, but making rash decisions won't help anything. Let's focus on taking down Psypaper. Come on, City Hall's just this way.

[The two take a few more steps through the back streets. As they approach City Hall, they find more and more toilet paper all over the walls and ground. Soon, they hear sounds of a struggle and pick up the pace. As they near the corner that leads into the square, Lady Noument holds up her hand, and they stop and peek around it.]

Realist [whispering]: That doesn't look good...

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[Ask: Tecton, who do you trust the most and the least?]

[Tecton notices the ask pop up on Noument's computer. He glances around nervously- the others seem preoccupied, practicing their powers or finding other things to do. He slips through a side door into a separate room.]

Tecton [whispering]: I still don't get how this whole thing works, but...you guys can hear me, right?

[He pauses and hears nothing. Deciding to take that as a yes, he continues.]

Tecton: I just didn't want the others to hear me...So, I guess I'd say...

[He sighs.]

Tecton: I guess I trust Realist. He seems like he knows what he's doing. Guardian and Rosethorn are nice, and Scarlet Sentinel seems pretty cool too. Now for who I don't trust...

[He grits his teeth and clenches his fist at his side.]

Tecton: I wanna say I trust everybody, but...Flagitio seems a little weird. And Lady Noument is weird too- she seems good, but she's so strict and serious. And why is she the one giving us all the information? What if...what if she's lying to us?

[He looks downward, his eyes watering a little.]

Tecton [voice breaking]: What's the point in all this infighting? Some villain is just gonna find out where we are and kill us anyway. Shouldn't we at least go down as friends? Or would it even make a difference...?

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Where do you guys fight crime?

[Guardian suddenly springs up, seemingly wide awake.]

Guardian: That depends a lot! We usually just fight wherever the enemy shows up, which is usually public spaces- the town square, city hall, banks, that kinda thing.

Galaxy Girl: As for time, I prefer fighting at night- in the daytime, I can only use my sun magic, which isn't always the right choice.

Flagitio: I like fighting at night too. Makes it easier to hide.

Tecton: I don't really care either way!

Lady Noument: Speaking of which...

[A loud beeping sound emerges from Noument's laptop.]

Lady Noument: Seems we've got an attack. The news reports are saying it's...Psypaper.

Scarlet Sentinel: Ugh, that guy? He never seems to quit...Why can't he just stay locked up?

Lady Noument: I agree...luckily, as long as you don't let him get into your head, he's not too tough to deal with. Will you guys be okay while I'm gone?

Rosethorn: Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?

[Flagitio leans forward.]

Flagitio: I can go with-

[Realist abruptly stands up.]

Realist: No! I-I'll do it.

[Lady Noument shrugs.]

Lady Noument: No complaints here. With me, Realist. Stay on your toes, though- you never know who might be lurking in the shadows to surprise us.

[Realist glances back at Flagitio.]

Realist: You don't have to tell me twice.

[Lady Noument and Realist exit.]

Guardian: Yo, Rosethorn. You wanna head out too? I think it's about time we get this Agent Equanimity guy on our side.

Rosethorn: Oh! S-sure. I think Lady Noument said he'd be at...Dark Meadows Estates!

Guardian: Gotcha! Everybody else, hold down the fort while we're gone. We'll probably be back after ya answer a couple questions, so don't miss me too much!

[The two move together and exit. Tecton looks over at the empty space next to him now that Realist is gone. The Scarlet Sentinel moves over and sits next to him. Flagitio continues to lurk on his own, while Galaxy Girl absentmindedly practices some of her star magic.]

[Guardian, Rosethorn, Lady Noument, and Realist will be temporarily unavailable for asks. After one ask is answered, Lady Noument and Realist will complete their task and return. After two asks, Guardian and Rosethorn will complete theirs and return.]

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First Audience Participation Results!

[The heroes gather around Lady Noument's computer.]

Scarlet Sentinel: C'mon, c'mon, tell us who won!

Flagitio: Hurry up!

Lady Noument: Okay, everybody relax! I can't read it with you all crowding me.

[Galaxy Girl motions everyone back with her gloved hands, and they step away, but keep leaning in close.]

Galaxy Girl: Everyone give her some space.

Lady Noument [squinting]: Let's see here...

[She clicks her tongue.]

Lady Noument: Only five people voted, unfortunately. Galaxy Girl got one vote...

[Galaxy Girl goes "yesss" and pumps her fist. Guardian smiles at her, excited to find someone who does the same thing.]

Lady Noument: Tecton got one...

[Tecton was staring at Realist, but perks up and blushes a bit when he hears his name. He scratches the back of his head.]

Tecton: Huh? O-oh, really? Me? Cool...

Lady Noument: And Guardian got three!

Guardian: So I win?

[Scarlet Sentinel claps him on the shoulder, and he stumbles, nearly falling over. A big dumb smile appears on his face.]

Guardian: Woohoo! I win, I win...

[He does a little victory dance, shaking his hips and sticking out his butt a little. Galaxy Girl examines him and nods approvingly.]

Guardian: Okay, everybody line up! Girls kiss the left side of my face, boys on my right.

Flagitio: Ugh. Do I have to?

[Guardian shrugs.]

Guardian: Not if ya don't want to! I ain't gonna force ya.

[Lady Noument smiles, steps forward, and plants a quick kiss on his cheek. She leans in to whisper in his ear.]

Lady Noument: Good job respecting boundaries and consent, angel. Keep it up.

[Scarlet Sentinel follows, and presses her lips to his cheek rather roughly. Rosethorn's next; her kiss is soft and gentle, and she blushes a bit as she pulls away. Lastly, Galaxy Girl goes in for his cheek, then abruptly grabs his chin and turns his head so she kisses him smack on the lips!]

Guardian [looking in the slightly reflective silvery surface of Noument's laptop]: Heh. Ya all wore lipstick...black, red, green, and white. N-nice.

[Tecton abruptly steps up to Guardian and kisses his cheek. Guardian grins at him. Flagitio sighs and walks up next, giving him an exceedingly quick peck on the cheek. Realist's is rather hesitant, but lasts surprisingly long.]

Guardian [voice cracking]: Hehe...thanks, cutie-pies...love ya...

[Guardian sways on his feet and promptly passes out. Tecton catches him.]

Rosethorn: Is he all right?

Realist: Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine...probably.

Flagitio: I dunno, it feels quieter without him talking...

Lady Noument [sardonically]: I suppose you'd enjoy having one less voice talking over yours, wouldn't you, Flagitio?

[askspsupers]

Also, if you'd like, you can leave a comment on why you picked the character you did!

First Poll!

[askspsupers]

First Poll!

[askspsupers]

New Event: Audience Participation!

[These events will feature a question that relates to the story. These may be simple questions of opinion, yes or no questions, or even courses of action for characters to take. A strawpoll will be linked, and followers will have 48 hours (subject to change) to take it, after which the results will be counted and the story will move forward.]

[The first poll is a simple question: which superhero, in your opinion, seems like they would be easiest to work with?]

[askspsupers]

Which supers like to team up with others? (Like is there someone that you all individually like to team up with)

Tecton: I can work with just about anybody! But Realist and Guardian are pretty nice.

Realist: I like to think I can mesh well with most of you. Though some are easier to work with than others.

Lady Noument: Generally speaking, we girls like to stick together. But I personally enjoy Realist's company a bit.

Scarlet Sentinel: Tecton and me can work together pretty well!

Guardian: I like workin' with all of ya, but especially Rosethorn and Realist! They're nice, and, heh, pretty well-en-

[Guardian suddenly whimpers, and Realist shoots him a glare.]

Realist: Get. Your hand. Away from there.

[Guardian withdraws his hand from behind Realist, rubbing his stinging wrist. A soft light shines from his palm and washes over the injury, causing the pain and redness to slowly fade away- he's clearly using his healing powers. A moment later, Galaxy Girl sits up and gasps excitedly.]

Galaxy Girl: Ooh, I got an idea! Why don't we put it to a vote among the audience? They say who they think seems easier to work with, and after a while, we count 'em up and see who won.

Scarlet Sentinel: And the winner gets a prize! Like food!

Tecton: Or booze!

Guardian: Or kisses!

Lady Noument: Not a bad idea at all, everyone. I'll set up a poll right now...

[Smiles adorn everyone's faces as Lady Noument types into her laptop, setting up the poll. Things seem to be relatively peaceful for now...]

[Special Event unlocked: Audience Participation!]