With Great Power is an animanga superhero roleplay set in an original universe featuring a freeform and easy to learn system. We are inspired by the likes of DC Comics, Marvel Comics, My Hero Academia, One Punch Man, Tiger and Bunny and much more. The possibilities for characters and powers are almost endless and players are free to let their imaginations run wild! With such great power, what will you become?
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Ah, Greenwich Park. It was one hundred and eighty acres of sloping green expanse, the air warm and sweet with end-of-summer sunlight. Dozens of families, friends, and couples were picnicking among the rose gardens and duck ponds on the upper level, enjoying the view of the River Thames here, Canary Wharf there, and, down on the lower level, several tons of demolition waste.
"One of the villains had the genius idea of throwing a dump truck at the hero," the park warden was saying to Yseult, lifting the barricade tape enclosing this section of the park so that she could enter. "He missed, and here we are now. We got what was left of the truck airlifted out, but the rest is up to you and anyone else we can enlist."
Asphalt and drywall crackled beneath her Mary Janes. "You're in luck, sir," Yseult intoned, tightening the ribbon of her apron. "I happen to be a maid of the highest caliber. I will expunge the impurities from this hallowed land for the low, low flat rate of five hundred pounds, with an hourly pay of twenty."
The park warden blinked. "Uh, you do know that this is volunteer work, right?"
"Please have my remuneration prepared before close of business," Yseult said, already wading deeper into the mess, "or I will be forced to charge interest."
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“Gah… What a mess. I swear, some Supers are absolute monstrosities. Surely they don’t deserve the freakish powers bestowed upon them. I can only wonder how these strange occurrences happen among humans naturally.”
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Oh no. Here Beatrix was again, monologuing to a non-existent audience. It was nothing new. The fair-skinned, crimson-haired lady’s level of conversation was often a little too insightful for many of her friends’ liking. She was often told she thought too hard on insignificance. [break][break]
Beatrix always argued she was just too smart to not care. [break][break]
Basking in the warmth of this sunny afternoon, Beatrix had taken the day off from her demanding medical job to take a long and quiet walk. The woman had much to think over, after all. After migrating to London under the guise of a French medical doctor looking to expand her practice, Beatrix had moved forward with the fundamental steps of her master plan. She needed to situate herself comfortably within these city limits in order to observe the most intricate workings of the society here. Or, in layman’s terms, she needed to get into contact with Supervillains and heroes alike to determine what would be the best course of action for her endeavors. Beatrix required willing test subjects -- those with superhuman abilities -- to perfect the Crimson Miracle and create her army of super-soldiers. [break][break]
The woman clenched her sharp fangs excitedly, a little skip now weaving its way into her sway down the sidewalk. The thought of a large infantry of faultless superhumans answering to her every whim made her blood rush. Her cheeks flushed. Oh, what a dream that would be! She would prove all of those Aegis fools wrong; she wasn’t just some deranged scientist. [break][break]
Beatrix had to force out a sigh from her lungs having roused up her emotions. She puckered her lips and kept her mouth shut, concealing her strange canines. [break][break]
“One step at a time, Bea… Have patience,” She quietly whispered to herself. “All of your plans will come to fruition soon.” [break][break]
She’d observed the wreckage from afar but had dove deeper into the park range now. Hands behind her back, Beatrix watched as a white-haired lady spoke to a man -- presumably, a warden, based off of his uniform -- and saw her walk closer to the mess. Beatrix followed suit. [break][break]
“I’ll help out as well,” She said simply to the warden, briskly walking past him before he could get a word out. [break][break]
Beatrix approached with a friendly smirk across her features. Delicately, she tippy-toed around broken glass and demolished wood that lay on the grass, moving closer to the other woman. [break][break]
“It’s really bad, isn’t it?” She spoke, stating the obvious. “I just came over to help out. Do you know what happened here? I've been out of the loop.”
Behind her came the sound of delicate footsteps and a voice. Yseult turned and saw red, literally—red hair, red lips, red eyes. This woman wouldn't struggle to stand out from a crowd, that was for sure. Yseult tilted her head, acknowledging the question but taking a few moments to ponder it first.
"It's quite a sordid tale," Yseult said at last, her voice hushed. "A concrete automaton and his creator were having a fight. The automaton had fallen in love with a lovely young woman, so he begged his creator to grant him independence. But the creator had fashioned him out of her ideal lover. She couldn't bear the thought of him leaving her for another. She pressed the self-destruct button on his remote, and now we walk among his remains. Let it be a lesson to you, young lady, that a cat lies in wait when a bird spreads its wings."
As her morbid (and utterly fabricated) story drew to a close, Yseult came across a pile of garbage bags, brooms, rubber gloves, two wheelbarrows, and other assorted supplies left by the park warden. She passed some of them to the other woman, as well as a business card she'd procured from her apron pocket. It read:
Beneath that, in smaller print, was a phone number and a string of numbers and letters that was clearly a link to a site in the deep web. Behind the card, in tiny print, was an extensive list of services ranging from housekeeping to power augmenting to murder, all marked with exorbitant price tags.
Yseult tugged on her rubber gloves, picked up a broom, and started sweeping powdered debris into the mouth of a garbage bag.
Beatrix rose a single, perplexed eyebrow at this lady’s articulate yet confusing response. Beatrix was never one for poetry. As a scientist, Beatrix enjoyed straightforward and comprehensively coherent answers that had no uncertainties or doubts. This wasn’t the reply she was anticipating, but whatever, it would do. Clearly, this lady was either mad or a bit smarter than most - the decision would have to be finalized in these coming minutes. [break][break]
Now that she was here, though, the medical practitioner noticed that the woman next to her was dressed awfully fitting for the task at hand. She gave a meek smile, hoping to spark some conversation free of interpretation and said, “Your dress is pretty. Familiar in a way, actually. It looks like a French maid outfit. I’d know, since I am French myself. Is that your preferred style, or do you have a job that requires it being worn?” With fabric of such quality, Beatrix could only imagine that she was of service to wealthy individuals. Perhaps she cleaned mansions? [break][break]
Well, Beatrix’s hypotheses would prove to be correct in some ways. As she accepted the tools from the other, she was also handed over a business card. [break][break]
”Oh?” [break][break]
Beatrix read it. She was, in fact, a maid. “’Yseult’? A beautiful name. So you are French as well, no?” [break][break]
She doubted anything else would be there, but with her now gloved hands, Beatrix flipped the card to the other side. She was about to stow it away into her pocket before her bright amber eyes did a double take. Beatrix moved the card closer to her face and inspected its print. [break][break]
And what she read… Oh, it fascinated her immensely! She grinned wide and chuckled, forgetting to catch herself for smiling too profusely to hide her sharp fangs. [break][break]
”Quite the multi-talented maid, aren’t you?” Beatrix giggled, finally putting the card away. ”I think this may be quite useful in the future. Quite useful indeed.” [break][break]
Having picked up a rubbish bag, Beatrix modestly knelt down and began picking up various debris. [break][break]
”But, unfortunately, I cannot say I currently have the money to fund such outrageous prices. Do you ever accept less… typical forms of payment?” [break][break]
Even as her hands went to work, Beatrix took a moment to side-eye Yseult, awaiting a response.
Yseult worked meticulously but slowly, scraping concrete dust from every last blade of grass before moving on to the next patch of land. The woman in red might have volunteered out of the goodness of her heart, but Yseult never did anything for free. She planned to squeeze every last pence she'd demanded from the park warden, and that meant racking up as much hourly pay as possible.
Surprisingly enough, the woman was not deterred from small talk by Yseult's story. Instead she asked about Yseult's choice of outfit, and whether it was preferred or vocational. "All of the above," Yseult said with a twirl, her ruffled skirt flaring out beneath her. She then returned to her work, though she kept an eye on the woman as she perused the contents of her business card.
The woman spoke her name with the pronunciation one would expect from a fellow French speaker. "That's what the government believes, so it might as well be true," Yseult said in lieu of a simple yes. This statement was not as bizarre as it sounded. Yseult had not been born in France nor given birth by French parents, but she'd forged her identity documents to suggest otherwise. In her experience, admitting that she was from the celestial plane was more trouble than it was worth.
Upon flipping the card over, the woman reacted in a way few had done before—she laughed. Her lips parted wide, revealing the fangs of a vampire. So that was something. Yseult pretended not to notice for now, keeping her gaze on the ground as the woman put the card away.
"I'm a can-do girl," Yseult said monotonously, flexing an arm. "Anything you're thinking of hiring someone else to do, I can do better. I have testimonials, if you would like to see them."
The woman asked about alternative forms of payment. Yseult almost smiled. "I do prefer that sweet sweet cash money," she said, "but I will accept anything of value, as long as there's enough of it. Stocks. Jewelry. Organs. Why, what are you thinking of?"
Were the trio of words Beatrix uttered first in response to Yseult. After having filled a rubbish bag full of miscellaneous debris, Beatrix tied its opening and set the large bag onto the grass. The redhead opted to move to the side of her snowy-haired counterpart, attempting to glance into sharp azure orbs even if Yseult did not make direct eye contact. [break][break]
She gave a small grin, the urge to bear her fangs more noticeably tugging at her subconscious. “You seem to work splendidly for others and often too as a maid, but have you ever thought about being the one to make the orders?” [break][break]
An ominous inquiry. Beatrix knew she needed to expand. [break][break]
”What I plan to propose definitely requires an open mind… However, I know if successful, not only will it garner mounds of monetary benefit, but you’ll also be in quite a high place yourself. People will satisfy your every whim because they know you’re the one in charge-- the one with the knowledge and power.” She spoke, her own words fueling her greedy imagination once more. [break][break]
Beatrix let out a sigh, bright crimson eyes lingering on the flesh of Yseult’s neck. Beatrix could smell Yseult’s blood, although its scent was a little mysterious-- unlike any human blood she’d come into contact with. Its exoticisim made Beatrix a wee bit curious. She would have been drooling if she were a starved mutt. It was tempting to want to take a bite, if not a soft nibble. With such a strange scent, the woman could only wonder how her blood tasted. [break][break]
She managed a closed-mouth smile and said in a hushed tone, “I’m a doctor, a very smart and successful one, in fact. Over the years, I’ve made much research and have come close to nearly perfecting a special serum - one that draws upon a human’s peak performance. It alters one’s blood and rejuvenates it to max performance, making you nearly completely resistant to illness and makes you incredibly tenacious in terms of strength and agility.” [break][break]
Beatrix broke her gaze for a moment to look at a collection of trees before them. “It would have already been made if not for Aegis’ stubbornness. They likely thought it a threat to their own Superhero organization because it had the ability to create more mutants even though it could conversely be used to save many lives. I tried to pitch it to them but they had no interest. But this did not damper my motivation. In fact, it’s made me more determined to perfect my serum in its entirety. [break][break]
Once it's complete, I’d be able to sell it for exorbitant prices on the black market. Folks of all walks of life would want to get their hands on it, and, perhaps, even be involved with further research. Do you realize how much of a place of power that could put one in if they controlled operations of such a drug?” She spoke, grinning once more. “Aegis would have to eventually give in. It would be magnificent.” [break][break]
Beatrix cleared her throat and redirected her focus. ”You must be wondering how you come into play with this, though. To perfect the serum, I need DNA samples from multiple people, specifically, Supers. That may not be easy to get on its own, however. I am only one woman. I need help tracking down more Supers and either convincing them to join my research or doing so forcibly. I fear that blood may have to be shed for the greater good. I need a bit of man-- or, in this case, woman power to back me up. Your multi-talented resume makes me think you may be helpful with this sort of task. I intend to give all my associates a large share of the money made from this endeavor. I’m mostly after the prestige as I am already comfortable with my financial situation.” She explained, raising her amber-orange eyebrows as she did so. [break][break]
”And, well… If you need some consolidation that my efforts with the serum have been quite successful so far and I’m not just talk--” [break][break]
Beatrix moved away from the other female and ambled towards a pile of much heavier, fallen debris. It consisted of large bricks and a few metal lamp posts. The woman bit into hand and allowed the blood from her freshly created wound to drip onto some of the junk. Beatrix, once satisfied, motioned her hands and her spilled blood began to move, forming itself into a sort of “blood net” around the large pile of junk. With a wave of her left hand, the captured pile was lifted a few feet off the ground with ease. [break][break]
”The serum has done wonders to me. I was completely powerless before. I can do much more, but this may not be the best place to become a showoff. ” [break][break]
Beatrix hovered the pile of debris into a larger garbage bin nearby. She turned back to Yseult. [break][break]
”I could expand further… But what say you? Might any of this pique your interest?”
These were empty words to Yseult. She tossed garbage bag after garbage bag onto the wheelbarrow, suppressing a grimace as the woman began her spiel. Yseult might speak in the abstract, but when it came to business, she preferred to deal with the quantifiable. She liked to see numbers in her bank account, bills in her wallet. Anything other than that came with the ball and chain of responsibility. If she wanted to be worshiped, she'd have stayed an angel.
The rest was shaping up to be a pretty sweet deal, though. Pharmaceuticals, superpowers—Yseult could almost taste the earnings that would come of combining the two. The work didn't sound all that bad either. She had been hired to obtain isolated DNA samples before. This was just a step up from that.
In the end, what it all boiled down to was whether Yseult was willing to invest. She could slave away for this woman for years, only for the scheme to unravel due to a Reign crackdown, a particularly disastrous clinical trial, or one of many other ways this could implode into a black hole from which no profit could escape. There was a reason she only played casually with stock markets and gambling rings. A fortune could disappear at the drop of a hat.
Then the woman sliced her palm open. Yseult blinked as the blood flowing from her hand swayed at her behest, swelling into a web that wrapped around some of the larger debris and carried it to a garbage bin. If the woman was to be believed, this was the result of her miracle serum. And it wasn't even finished yet.
Well, that changed things.
The woman had demonstrated her powers, so she might as well return the favor. Yseult clasped her gloved hands together, murmuring, "May you hold your scalpel steady. Should it slip, may it produce hilarious results." As she spoke, white light gathered at the edges of the woman's self-inflicted wound and pulled them together, closing it as if her fangs had never pierced her flesh.
"Usually I would charge ten pounds upfront for that, but you can put it on my tab for now. I'm in," Yseult said, unclasping her hands, "under two conditions. The first is that I get fifteen percent of the net market profit." This was negotiable, but not by much. "The second I will think of while you tell me the rest of what I need to know."
Yseult went back to bagging debris, though she was working noticeably faster now than she was before. "I'll throw in my own DNA for an extra five percent. Not too much, though. I prefer my body intact."
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”Mmm?”
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Beatrix did as told, holding out her now bleeding palm for the other lady to hold. And what magnificent results had Yseult produced! The redhead’s brows rose with fascination when the bright light encompassed her hand, her wound’s skin sewed itself together and healed as if she’d not deliberately pierced her skin just moments before. "Splendid!" [break][break]
A smile tugged at the edges of her lips. She was surprised that Yseult had agreed so quickly. However, unsurprisingly, the other woman had her own terms. ”Fifteen? Hmph, that’s fine, I just hope any future assets aren’t too picky about money.” She said with a shrug, brushing crimson locks of hair across her shoulder. [break][break]
Beatrix moved closer again, breaching Yseult’s personal space. She hung over the woman’s shoulder once more with a wide grin, fangs clearly bared. She breathed over the other’s neck. [break][break]
”Regarding your powers… They intrigue me. So you have the ability to heal? Is it by scientific means or… Something more magical? Furthermore, I can smell your blood. It doesn’t smell like what I’d expect of a human. Exotic fluid hidden under succulent skin. I can only wonder how you taste… Haah.” [break][break]
The scientist grew closer and would try to take a nibble if Yseult didn’t move away or object. If successful, she’d attempt to draw a bit of blood. If not, she’d have taken a couple of steps back and break out into a fit of giggles. [break][break]
”Your DNA would be useful. I could implement healing factors into my most recent prototype, and perhaps any other mystical abilities you’re cloaking. I would only need a blood sample with an addition of saliva, at most. [break][break]
The serum I have now has kinks I must iron out. At this moment, while it enhances a person’s physical capabilities, it’s not without its side-effects. It makes the user very blood-reliant. One must get a daily fix of another’s human blood to avoid falling into a state of delirium.” [break][break]
Beatrix sighed and gazed around. There was still a bit of trash to be collected. [break][break]
”I’d love to speak more on it, but I feel much more comfortable within my lab. A change of scenery would put things into perspective far more easily.”
