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Are you thinking about apping to to Cape & Cowl, but you want to get a feel of the setting and how your character will fit in it? Then you’ve come to the right place! Pick any of the following scenarios below or feel free to make up your own, and don’t be afraid to throw yourself at anyone’s thread, either!

And remember to have fun!

1. As you exit the Porter Building, the ambient noises you heard, so faint back inside where you found yourself at the center of glowing platform alone – save for the black screen and the female voice who greeted you – erupt in every direction. Every corner you look is bustling with people and cars and bicycles; people going about their everyday life, unaware you’re one of them: an imPort.

2. Or perhaps your bizarre behaviour or appearance catches their attention. Maybe it’s the communicator you picked up before leaving. Either way, several Cityzens headed your way come to a full stop immediately, each one eyeing you differently. Some looks outright afraid, others seem intrigued, and then there are the others whose surprise fades quickly and they carry on past you without as much a second glance.

3. Confused? The Network seems like a good place to start with soliciting information. There appear to be three functions for you to access: AUDIO, VIDEO, and TEXT. Make some friends while you’re at it!

4. Maybe you’re just thrilled to be here and help. The night time is a great time to scope out the underbelly of the City and its criminals. There’s always something going on in its more troubled corners: breaking and entering, drugs or arms trafficking, an attempting kidnapping... the list goes on. The question is: what will you do, Hero?

5. Make up your own scenario, if you wish! You may have discovered the Porter has granted you the ability to make it hail cats. Or that your power of super speed is gone entirely. Maybe you’ve noticed the Statue of Liberty’s sporting a new look. It’s up to you!

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[ There's something powerful about the man in the golden uniform, radiating a bright glow from both his skin and his eyes. At first it's nearly blinding, all that gold and light, but then it slowly dims like a suffocating candle. He stares out, now, blue eyes large and wide. ]

I shouldn't be here.

[ As if someone like Tony Stark could ever, ever ignore someone that looks like that. Or ignore the fact that it's Bob. ]

Well, none of us should be here, but it's something that keeps happening. [ A pause. ] Welcome back.

No, I shouldn't be here. I-- I...

[ He remembers it all. The trials. The bloodshed. The death, the defeat. ]

It'll just happen again.

[ And there's literally nothing that he can do to stop it. He isn't Reed Richards, and he doesn't think wiping Bob's memory is going to do him any good. It always turned out so badly. ]

We can figure out a way for it to not. Come on, if you just expect things to go badly, it will. Now what exactly is going to happen, huh?

[ Bob looks up, staring from under his bangs. ]

What do you think?

... The same thing that happened the last time.

History doesn't have to repeat itself.

[ He grimaced at him, something easily misinterpreted. ]

Maybe we're approaching the problem in the wrong way.

That's what history does, Tony.

What other way is there?

[ A hand raises up to shield his eyes, when the glow threatens to blind him -- but he can tell the source of that light, even without seeing him clearly. ]

Bob?

[ Squinting, he lowers it again when the glow fades, with little black spots clouding his vision. He hesitates before he speaks, since this would be the blind leading the blind. ]

Need a hand?

[ Much of Bob seems to contradict; for all the strength that radiates from him even without the light beaming, he's hunched, fingers plucking nervously at themselves at his chest. ]

I don't know. [ He exhales. ] Have you been here all this time?

Can't say I have.

[ He approaches slowly, wary despite the meekness in Bob's posture. ]

It's been awhile.

[ He means a few things: awhile since he's been in the City, but also awhile since he's seen Bob, because of...

Well. He better not mention that. Bob looks uneasy enough already. ]

[ Bob gives him a wary look, guarded, but nods a little absently. ]

I'm not really sure how long. I don't remember everything.

[ oh. ]

Hi, Bob.

[ Welp. ]

Hi.

... Didn't I kill you?

What, like you don't remember?

Not very well. He was-- I didn't want to. But I wasn't strong enough to stop him.

[ He gapes long at the sight on his screen. That familiar golden glow... ]

... You?

[ Uh oh. Awkward... ]

... I'm sorry.

[ At first when his mouth finally opens, no words come forth. Instead, he continues to gaze at Sentry, like he's seen a ghost.

Maybe he is seeing one. ]

— what?

Why are you sorry? I should be the one...

[ He blinks; isn't it obvious? ]

In the end I couldn't protect anyone. [ Or you. ] I couldn't do anything except watch.

No!

[ He can't blame Bob, mostly out of a selfish fear that if Bob succumbed to his own darkness, a hero like him, what does that mean for someone like Gil? ]

It's not your fault. We should have been able to do something... you had friends and allies and yet we —

[ Bob looks at Gil a little warily, expression both guarded and regretful. He doesn't move much otherwise. ]

It isn't your fault, he would have killed you. He kills everyone that gets in his way. [ If it were possible for him to "dim" any further, it's happening now. ] You couldn't have known, even I didn't know what was going to happen.

[ As much as he might have "had a feeling." ]

[ Perhaps not surprisingly, he begins to shake his head frantically. ]

There had to have been something. I can't accept anything else.

What —

What was it? "He"...?

There isn't, there never has been. I thought if-- I didn't think he followed me here last time. I don't know if he did again.

[ He pauses, face darkening slightly. ]

The Void. My greatest... foe.

IT'S TIME TO PARTY ALL NIGHT

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[mariachi band playing the sound of silence]

♪ hello darkness my old friend ♪

♪ i've come to talk with you again ♪

♪ because a vision softly creeping ♪

♪ left its seeds while i was sleeping ♪

♪ and the vision that was planted in my brain ♪

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