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    25 KB More Than Human Quest 5 Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:09 No.16818524  
    Previous Sessions:
    I won't be doing another large time skip like last time, again. Too much stuff happened without you guys being involved with any of it. In the future, things will be more involved for you.

    You are Francois, pizza delivery man turned super powered freak. Well, you're not that quite far gone. It's not like you have spikes growing out of your face or your skin turned into beeswax or anything. Not yet, at least. You've gained the ability to attack a person's nervous system with a touch, disabling one of their sense, causing paralysis, unconsciousness or even death with just a finger and a thought. These effects are only temporary, except for death of course. And repeated uses can cause fatigue. But you aren't alone in this new era of humanity. Countless others, impossibly more than you could figure, were also affected, changed, made more than human.

    And it's no secret. Not anymore. With the public appearance of a costumed black "superhero" who calls himself Captain Justice, who has gained and showcased his superhuman strength, the floodgates were busted open, and the world was made aware of the new class of man. Bank robbers made of stone, supersonic men soaring through the sky, creatures of fire who can burn damn near anything with a thought, hypnotic suggestion, bug controlling freaks. It seems that if there's an ability that could be imagined, someone received it.

    The cause, as you figure, was the unexpected explosion at a warehouse owned by Mandrake United, a pretty high level American corporation of immense size and wealth, with ties to pharmaceuticals and heavy industry and fingers in just about everything else. Just exactly what was inside the warehouse is unknown to you, but whatever it was spread pretty well throughout the city, changing those it affected.

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:11 No.16818534
    We need to go to college as electrical engineers. Only then will we find our true calling.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:12 No.16818543
    It's been a month since Captain Justice "came out", and the city is on the brink of chaos. The failed curfew and declaration of martial law only agitated the situation. A few people with abilities, would be heroes or villains, have been arrested by the city's new division set up to handle these special cases. Though there are still more out there than they can comprehend, and they'll never stop them all. Soldiers posted around Manhattan, far fewer than there were originally, haven't fared any better. Just last week, an entire squad emptied their weapons into the Rock Man after another bank robbery. The shots didn't even slow him down, and only two of the six soldiers survived his assault afterwards. That seems to have been the straw that broke the camel's back. Military forces left the island of Manhattan, setting up checkpoints on bridges and tunnels, hoping that their random inspections will keep things quarantined. It won't. But for the most part, they've left the city to handle it's own.

    It's Saturday and you have work in a few hours. You start the day by watching the news and seeing what's up. It's more of the new usual. Reports, as detailed as possible, of the previous day's super powered events. Murders, destruction, vigilantism, arrests and attempted arrests. Kidnappings, ransoms, plots right out of comic books, with endings that aren't wrapped up quite as neatly. The anchors on all the networks have opinions on this whole ordeal. Fox, CNN, BBC, local stations. From the absurdity of it all, to the amazement of what's possible. Discussions on the extreme violence and destruction, and whether it's simply human nature now manifested by these people's new abilities, or whether their minds were changed when their bodies did. Arguments break out into screaming matches as men and women talk about things they don't understand.

    You have three hours before you have to go into work.

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:25 No.16818636

    We need to truly understand the nature of our abilities.
    If we can somehow manage to perfect this disruptive touch, perhaps we will be able to do it in a distance? Instant mind-death is awesome.

    I say we should use the next few months just passively using the disruptive shit to truly train our stamina and such.

    Also, do we still work at Santoni's?

    I'm reminded how we could've been awesome boxers if we'd have thought of that before all this ruckus
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:28 No.16818662
    ...what the fuck were you even trying to write?

    I agree with the practice of our ability, but that is a clusterfuck of immense proportions
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:31 No.16818679
    You do still work at Santoni's as a delivery man. Speaking of Santoni's, just the other day, a large portion of the storefront was damaged by a Metahuman. Captain Justice was doing . . . whatever it was he does, trying to stop a gang of robbers making their escape in a stolen SUV. He stopped them, yeah. By tossing the car in through the front window of the restaurant. As expected, he didn't stick around to pick up the bill, and insurance claims have skyrocketed. Santoni had to pay out of pocket to get it all repaired, and he's feeling the frustration of the new world.

    You've had experience on several occasions over the past month to use your power, stopping muggers in the park or in alleyway on your way home. You stopped them all easily with your powers, but each time, you had to get in close and touch them. You've had no luck at range.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:32 No.16818690
    That doesn't mean it's not possible to do it. I mean, some would claim it's impossible for us to use our jazz hands through other parts of our body than our hands, but we did that.
    I don't see why we can't master our ability further
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:35 No.16818708
    I think the general consensus is "do some passive magic mystery might hands" or something.

    Personally, I think we should call John and ask what's up.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:35 No.16818710
    You have actually used your ability without the use of your hands. While fighting through the swarm of insects in Central Park, you shocked every insect across your body. It's one of the reasons you managed to survive that experience.

    And recently, while breaking up a fight outside of a bar, a man grabbed you from behind. His arms wrapped around your neck, you attacked his nervous system, sending to the ground and freeing yourself without a fuss.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:36 No.16818721
    I know that we survived through the use of E-hands through the rest of our body.
    That's exactly what I wrote.

    "some would claim it's impossible (...) but we did that"
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:37 No.16818735
    Eh, I misread.

    Anyway, is there anything specific you'd like to do before going to work?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:37 No.16818741
    Go to Amy's
    Zap her
    Then fuck her
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:37 No.16818746
    Just zap the ambience so we can get better at it.
    Seems like it would be useful to keep up a zap-aura for a longer time.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:38 No.16818753
    Ask John how he's doing
    Since Santoni is low on dosh we'll probably get fired.
    Would be nice to be able to mooch off him for a while.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:41 No.16818768
    Definitely check the news. We need to see what's been happening today.

    I suspect Santoni is going to be incredibly ill-disposed towards supers now, and we have to hide it from him etc. etc.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:43 No.16818787
    Call John while using our power ambiently, while checking the news for what's up.

    If we don't have a computer, get one.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:44 No.16818797
    rolled 11 = 11

    Nat 20 to support it
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:55 No.16818887
    rolled 4 = 4

    lets grow our hair perhaps if we get it long enough it will add some range to our power
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:55 No.16818888
    You try maintaining your shocking presence, but other than growing weary after a few minutes, you notice no other effect.

    Sitting down, you call John's phone. As expected, it goes to his voicemail. He must be at work already. "Hey John. It's Francois. Just calling to see what's up. See how you're doing. If you wanna talk or anything. Get some drinks. Whatever. I've got work soon, but call me later."

    You hang up and sit down on your nice leather sofa, courtesy of John after his werewolfish destruction of your cheap ass sofa. It is nice and comfortable now, and there's no metal bar digging into your ass or back. Definitely a plus.

    Turning on the news, you look to see what's going on today. There are no breaking reports. Nothing huge must be going on right now. Weather reports, standard reports on how the city's reacting to this new situation (same things being said over and over again. No one has any new ideas). There is a piece about violence against Metahumans, though. It's become quite clear that not everyone was as lucky as you. Or even John. A large subset of people have mutated physically. Unnatural skin color, protrusions sticking out through their skin, bony plates covering their body. Even Robby, the man who helped you on the day of the explosion, is singled out for his ability to change the color of his hair.

    The focus of the report though, is a man who's skin became extremely pale. Almost completely chalk white. According to witnesses and hospital staff, he also completely glows when in darkness. This apparently made him a literal beacon to those with unfavorable views on Metahumans, evidenced by the fact that he was beaten nearly to death by a group with baseball bats, and is currently in a coma at the ICU. Similar attacks all over the city have been happening more frequently. Compared to some of the other attacks, this man was lucky.

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)14:57 No.16818901
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    That gives me an idea

    Okay, so we can, like, zap people through our body right?
    That's including our nails too, right?

    Our hair is made of the same thing as our nails.

    Now, this is still close range.
    But, now just follow me here
    Just for a second

    Just bear with me

    Now what if

    Just what IF

    We throw charged hairs at people
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)14:58 No.16818916
    You do have a laptop, and have watched some videos on Youtube of people displaying their various abilities. Naturally at first, there were a lot of comments shouting "LOLFAKE" and "FAGGET!" But recently, people's opinions of the videos have changed.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:00 No.16818930
    Go on 4chan
    Start a Quest thread
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:01 No.16818935
    Ignore this faggot

    Join a band
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:04 No.16818965
    You were the bassist for a progressive metal band in your youth. You failed to gain any success.

    >Is there anything else you'd like to do before work? Or perhaps skip work and do something else?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:04 No.16818966
    Hey Quadman, how about we just go to work?
    It's not like there's too much to do at home.

    Otherwise, just go on the 'net and browse fap with some visual aid?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:05 No.16818970
    I know, that's why I want us to join a band.

    Relive the glory days and all.

    Must be a shortage of musicians with the quarantine. Anything would be a godsend to these heathen souls
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:07 No.16818984

    Let's go to work.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:10 No.16818999
    Yeah, why not just go to work straight away.
    Again, not much to do in the apartment.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:12 No.16819011
    You spend a few minutes . . . relieving yourself of some stress. It is a pretty god damn stressful world for you nowadays.

    With nothing else to do, you get ready and head out to work. The walk is quite calming, actually. The city's much less hectic now than it was a few weeks ago. A mile away from your house, and a still a bit from work, you are a couple cops, including a few detectives, standing around a body across the street outside of an apartment building, the area blocked off by a police cruiser and an unmarked car. Probably the detectives. Paying attention, you notice that the two men are Bronson and Nicci, the detectives who interviewed you back at the park. And according to a press conference, they're two of the head detectives in the NYPD's new Metahuman division. Chances are good that whoever the body is, was done in by one of the superfreaks.

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:13 No.16819019
    God damn, I apologize for my writing today. It is just absolute shit.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:13 No.16819022
    Ignore them, walk on.
    We do not want to get dragged into this shit.

    Hope they don't see us.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:15 No.16819042

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:23 No.16819099
    Hey Op, I've been following this thread from the very beginning and I have to say youre a fucking god. For fucks sake, some guy in the first thread as a joke said that Robby's power should be shifting his hair color... and you did it! The win cannot be contained.

    A big hearty thanks to you Op on behalf of myself and I hope all of /tg/. Keep doing what youre doing man... that is all.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:23 No.16819106
    Can I third this?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:29 No.16819152
    Go over to them, slap each of them in the face at once, zap them unconcious.
    They have to realize this city is the metas' now.
    Fuck the police
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:36 No.16819230
    You don't need to get mixed up in this shit. You already felt paranoid after talking to those cops once before. You don't need the hassle of checking behind you everywhere you go. Pulling up the collar of your coat, you move past, trying not to draw their attention.

    The rest of the walk is normal as hell. New York City's adjusted pretty quickly to this, you figure. People are still going to work. Still eating. Hate crimes are up, of course. And emergency room visits. But for all intents and purposes, it's still New York.

    The clouds begin to sprinkle a bit of rain, and you jog lightly the rest of the way. When you get there, you see the new window in place, the cartoonish Pizza Chef painted back on in fresh new paint. Today's the first day back open since the damage, and you hope business keeps up. If not, you might be out of a job. The money from John is sitting well in your bank, and has been of use, but without a steady income, it won't last long.

    It seems things are okay though, as you can see some people inside already, chowing down pepperoni, sausage, extra cheese, veggie lover, meat lover, ham and pineapple. God damn, there are a lot of people. A lot! Why's it so busy all of a sudden? You press against the window, trying to get a good look. Aside from the people eating in the booths, there's a small crowd gathered around someone near the front. Who the hell is he?

    The front door jingles the same old toll as usual, and no one even turns to look. They're all just chattering away. You even see the flashes of cameras. Bustling through the crowd, you try to get back behind the counter. It's a tough fit, but you squeeze through, pushing past a fat old woman who scolds you. Fuck her old ass, you're trying to work.

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:39 No.16819255
    From back behind the counter, you can finally see the center of attention. A fairly average looking man sitting on one of the stools. White, average height, average weight. Nothing of notice. Except for the enormous crab's claw that's replaced his right forearm. Jesus Christ! He's got a fucking crab claw for an arm! WHAT THE FUCK!?

    Santoni's standing around in the back, busily making pizzas. He doesn't even notice you when you come from behind and get his attention. "Eh?" He turns and notices, "Hey, Franky! Glad you made it! Hurry up, we got orders out our ass."

    "Hey Boss, what the hell's going on? Who's that?"

    "Eh?" He looks to where your pointing, the Crab man. "Oh, the feller with the claw? That's Marco."

    "Uh, okay." You turn back and get another look at the man. "So who's Marco?"

    Santoni smirks, a smug look on his face as he flattens some dough. "It's great, kid. After that fucker did in the window here, I figured I'd need some insurance against it in the future. So I find this guy here walkin' down the street, tryin' to cover up his fuckin' claw with a coat and doin' a real bad job at it. So I hire him as a security guard."

    "Uh," you look back at him. He's pretty scrawny, to be honest. "Are you sure about this? I mean, he's not too big. Is that claw all he's got?"

    "Heh, look at you. Is that claw all he's got. It's not like you're one to talk. But hey, don't worry kid. I had him show me what he could do with that thing. Fucker could bend steel with it."

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:40 No.16819269

    "No kidding?" You're quite surprised.

    "Heh, no kiddin'," he pops the pizza into the oven. "And not just that. I had him standing around outside, keepin' watch you know. And people start crowdin' all around him tryin' to see the freak. Figured why not bring him inside. Best decision I made, Franky. Hirin' that guy. We only been open a coupla hours today, and I've sold more pizzas than I can count." He emphasizes this by yelling out into the restaurant. "Ey! You wanna stick around in here, you gotta order somethin'!" People start lining up at the counter. Shit. Looks like you'll still have a job for a while.

    Your deliveries are the same as always today, which is to say it sucks. You walk down the streets, delivering within about a mile of the restaurant. The rain picks up a bit, the tips are lousy, but you keep on. You're to the last place on your current run, and are buzzed up to the third floor. It's an okay place, and you take the opportunity to dry off a bit before knocking on the door. When you finally do, you hear someone yell that they're coming, and then the door opens. It's Robby, the man from the street. "Finally," he says, reaching for his wallet. Must not have recognized you. "Looks like it's raining pretty good out there." He says absently.

    "Yeah," you mutter in reply.

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:44 No.16819309
    Just ignore him
    It's not like he can do anything to help us.
    In fact, it's not exactly clear what we're aiming at here.

    Hit the gym and then go home.
    Did the month of training pay out by the way?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:46 No.16819321
    We can't talk to him about the whole being a freak of nature thing.
    I mean, what would that accomplish? We'd be revealed as metahumans, and our power is really quite bad in combat applications, so yeah.
    Let's go home, talk to John.
    Try and see if we can woo Amy
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:49 No.16819351
    Say hi to him? Reintroduce ourselves. Hey! he was talking on the news about the explosion. Maybe we should ask him what eh knows?
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:53 No.16819384
    Alright, so leave without saying anything and finish up your day?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:55 No.16819396
    I guess
    Man, this is almost like real life
    Depressing, to be honest
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)15:56 No.16819403
    Well I'm trying to keep things pretty realistic, considering. Not much is going to happen if you don't go out and find it.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)15:57 No.16819411
    I guess
    You know what
    Let's hit the streets
    Pub crawl
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:00 No.16819435
    Yeah, you're right. We can't expect shit to fall into our lap.

    We ask the Robster what's cracking
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:03 No.16819459
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)16:10 No.16819501
    You keep quiet. No point is stirring shit up with him. It's not like it will get you anything. He tips pretty well and you leave, writing down his address before you go. Maybe you'll want to hit him up later. The rest of the day is boring and the same as always. It's dark when you finish, totaling your tips and helping Santoni wipe the place down.

    The cashier has already left, but Marco, the Crab man is still there, sitting at the counter drinking a coffee and reading the newspaper. You haven't talked to him yet. You're a bit experienced with the unnatural, but the extent of his mutation is still quite jarring to you. But fuck that. He's got a crab claw, and that's pretty cool.

    Finished with work, you head over to the counter, leaning against it and looking over at him. "Sup," you say.

    He looks over from his paper. His face is young and soft. Early twenties at most. "Hi." He smiles weekly.

    "Francois." You introduce yourself.

    "Marco," he nods, raising his crab claw towards you for a moment before stopping, lowering it once again and reaching over with his left. "Sorry. I'm still getting used to all this, you know. It's a real pain."

    "Yeah," you say, shaking his hand. "That's gotta be tough."

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:10 No.16819507
    After work, of course.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)16:11 No.16819510

    "Yeah," he affirms. "But it's okay. Got me a job and 500 a week." SHIT! $500 dollars a week? God damn, Santoni. That fucker.

    "Five hundred? Damn. Well, looks like you can afford to buy us some drinks."


    "Come on. There's a bar near my place. Let's hang out."

    "Uh," he looks a bit uncomfortable, but your prodding reaches through to him. "Sure." He smiles and the two of you get your shit and leave the restaurant, starting the walk to a dive bar. You're not even ten minutes gone when you see a group of people loitering around an entrance to an apartment building, watching the two of you. You and Marco have been talking to each other, and didn't notice until you were pretty close, but they're definitely staring and talking to themselves about you. It's dry out now, but cold, and Marco's wearing his jacket, his claw pretty exposed. "Uh, maybe we should go the other way," he suggests, as the group begins over towards the two of you. Their eyes filled with something you can't comprehend.

    "Hey there, boys. What're you doing out so late?"

    "Hey man, check out his arm! I told you!" One of them is pointing at Marco now. "I fucking told you guys! He's one of 'em!"

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:14 No.16819526
    Wink at Marco.
    Look at the guys. Ask 'em what they think they're doing.

    Get ready to zap the fuck out of them. Activate body-zapper.

    If they touch us, they go cold.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:14 No.16819530
    Don't reveal that you have powers, make it look like you're just beating the shit out of them.

    We've been hitting the gym for a whole month now, we should be fairly athletic by now.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:15 No.16819537
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    "Can I help you guys? We're just out for a stroll; we don't want any trouble."
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:15 No.16819539
    Tell Marco to head 'twards the bar and that we'll meet him there. Shout at the fuckers to stop up.
    Then, punch their lights out
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:16 No.16819547

    We've beaten up so many muggers by now we should be used to this shit
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:17 No.16819551
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:19 No.16819566
    rolled 91 = 91


    i agree with this guy.

    JUST go I WANT NO TROUBLE and when they try to hit you ZAP EM.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)16:21 No.16819591
    "Can I help you guys? We're just out for a stroll; we don't want any trouble." You wave your arms at them absently, hoping just a little bit that they'll just walk away. They don't. You take the time to check them out, five guys, all in pretty good shape, you figure. No bats, no bottles, nothing visible. You've taken down a couple guys just like them in the past few weeks. Muggers, burglars, drug dealers. Marco though. He seems pretty green about this whole situation, backing up while you stand firm.

    One of them steps away from the group, aiming towards Marco slowly, pointing at his arm. "What's the deal with that thing, man? You some kinda mutant."

    "Hey," you reach out to block the man, grabbing his arm. "Leave him alone."

    The thug pulls his arm away from you. "Don't fuckin' touch me, fag! This isn't about you!" He shoves you away a few feet and turns back to Marco.

    >Action? 1d100
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:23 No.16819605
    rolled 91 = 91



    zap em. and zap em hard. show em who's boss.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:24 No.16819612
    Get in front of Marco
    "Come on dude, he's a friend of mine. It's not like it was his choice for this to happen. It was an accident.
    Also, call me a fag again and I'll break your fucking legs you pissant"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:25 No.16819617
    Ask them politely to back off, if they still refuse, ZAPPING TIME.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:26 No.16819623
    Guys, if Marco wants to, he could KILL these people.
    He's not disciplined enough not to, so we can't let him get in a fight with these guys.

    Get the fuck in between the two parties and tell Marco to run off to the bar, and that we'll catch up with him later.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:27 No.16819628
    rolled 90, 72 = 162

    "Woah, woah, woah. Calm down, man." Try to get between him and Marco.

    Raise our hands up, unassumingly. If he keeps at it, zap it.

    Rolling 2 for the different actions.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:27 No.16819634
    rolled 71 = 71


    This or just zap them without saying anything.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:27 No.16819636
    rolled 57 = 57


    you only have to roll one bro.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:29 No.16819651
    I rolled 2 because:
    1) For calming the thug down.
    2) For zapping him.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:34 No.16819703
    Okay, we can't kill these guys. We're not that kind of person.

    Do we call the cops when we're done? Anonymous tip that "we" saw some guy with a giant claw thing get assaulted by these fuckers?

    If they're the ones to report it first, then they'll look like the victims.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)16:35 No.16819705
    rolled 33, 69, 65, 100 = 267

    This will not stand, you regain your balance and get between them again, raising your arms flatly in front of you. "Come on dude, he's a friend of mine. It's not like it was his choice for this to happen. It was an accident." You look him up and down, he's a big guy. Before this happened, before you became what you are, you wouldn't have considered facing against someone like him. But you're not who you used to be, not anymore. "And, if you call me a fag one more time, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you. So bad."

    "Suck my dick, faggot." He pushes you. You stumble back against Marco, and he stops you from falling. You can feel his claw on your side. It's like a brick of concrete.

    Getting back up in his face, you stare him down. "That," you nod your head. "Was a mistake." You clench your fist and can feel the energy flowing into your fingers, your knuckles. The punk looks like he's about to say something, but you don't give him the chance. Your fist meets his mouth, the force of it twisting his head away to the side. You aren't that strong though, and he won't go down that easily.

    Except he does. Unbeknownst to his friends, energy courses through his veins, to his nervous system, sending shocks throughout and short circuiting his brain and spine, down to his muscles. He collapses to the ground unconscious.

    His friends don't give you a chance to gloat, coming at you. Four on one. Things are unfair. They need more men.

    >Action? 1d100. I'll factor in their actions to the next post.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:35 No.16819716
    Tell Marco to run off and call the cops, I guess.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:37 No.16819727
    rolled 60 = 60


    we trained right? did we also do some martial arts?

    anyways, block attacks with hands and at the same time zap them.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:37 No.16819730
    rolled 86 = 86

    "Marco, call the fucking cops and meet me at the bar! I'll handle these repugnant motherfuckers.
    >to them
    I know fucking Krav Maga bitches, COME AT ME!"
    Then beat the snot out of them.
    But remember, they can STILL fucking kick our asses since, y'know, we're a glass cannon
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:38 No.16819735
    rolled 34 = 34

    No way man, if we do that it'll be obvious shit isn't straight up. We need to make it look like we're knocking them out with punches or something.

    Block and then punch shock them.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:38 No.16819742
    rolled 35 = 35

    >nat 100
    Why do I have the feeling we're going to get bumraped?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:38 No.16819745
    rolled 96 = 96

    Defense! Give mock Vulcan-Grip moves and have them crumple like a bag of bricks.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:39 No.16819753
    rolled 1 = 1

    This action
    With this dialogue
    >> dice+1d100 11/02/11(Wed)16:40 No.16819755

    Curb stomp the rest of these faggots. Ask Marco for help.

    After they're down, check the wallets for some extra cash. Then quietly and quickly move on.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:41 No.16819763
    rolled 27 = 27


    seconding the the looting.
    also stuff their wallets or drugs in there mouth.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)16:45 No.16819806
    Alright. A little bit of differing opinion here. Tell Marco to leave? Have him stick around?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:46 No.16819817
    rolled 70 = 70

    Tell him we'll meet him at the bar.
    Best he not know of our powers, and just think we're one badass motherfucker.
    Also, making him call the cops would be smart.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:47 No.16819820
    rolled 12 = 12

    He can do whatever. Keeping to ourselves is fine, but if he starts asking questions about how we did that, we'll just say it was some martial arts style. If people can lift cars over their heads without any effort, I think our excuse will be quite believable.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)16:58 No.16819891
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    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:01 No.16819910

    In all honesty, I don't think we'd be able to react quick enough to tell him what to do in this situation. Adrenaline's going; we're probably more preoccupied with the fight.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:01 No.16819911
    rolled 27, 72 = 99

    "Marco! Get the fuck out of here! I'll meet you at the bar after I deal with these repugnant motherfuckers." You don't turn to look, but you hear the sound of pounding footsteps against stone as Marco flees. He could have helped you fight off these punks, but you don't know what that claw would have done. Plus, you don't know him well enough to go showing him just what you can do.

    It goes by fast. One of them swings, you step away and he misses, swinging wide. Another one tackles into you, grabbing hold. You shock him and he loses his grip. You kick him in the gut as he falls. The third punches at you, connecting and knocking you back. You've been training at the gym, but still, these guys are tough. It hurts. You reach out, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards you and a headbutt delivered to his face. An added shock collapses him right on top of his friend.

    The fourth you lost track of. You notice him with ease when his knife cuts into you, digging into your arm. FUCK! "Argh!" you scream out, feeling the red heat of your skin being sliced. He pulls his knife away and prepares to come at you again. The first thug, the one whose punch you dodged, is looking at his three downed friends with surprise, until he sees you get cut, and moves to take you down.

    >Action? 1d100
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:02 No.16819926
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    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:03 No.16819932
    rolled 20 = 20

    Let him stick around but if you see him trying to act tell him to account his strength, you don't want him to pulverize anyone.

    If he asks about our powers, tell him you've been practicing martial arts for a while. We tell this to everyone.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:04 No.16819940
    rolled 10 = 10

    Knife guys are more dangerous. Knock him down, then go for his friend.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:05 No.16819946
    rolled 85 = 85

    Oh boy, that bitch just didn't cut us with a fucking knoif. He took out the knife in the fist-fight, he is gonna pay for that. All bets are off.

    Alright, ACTIVATE DISRUPTION PULSE! Attack both at once!
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:09 No.16819976
    rolled 50 = 50

    Take out the knife feller. If the other fucker is close enough, try to just touch him at the same time. It should be more than enough.

    Put energy power at maximum overdrive



    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:10 No.16819985
    rolled 70 = 70

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:10 No.16819987
    rolled 1 = 1


    Get the guy with the knife. Duck low, aim for his legs, shock him, then slam him to the ground.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:11 No.16819993

    Whew, thank christ I didn't realize I forgot to enter the captcha the first time I tried to post.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:12 No.16820004
    rolled 56 = 56

    We don't need no balance let the motherfucker fall

    Just charge directly into the knife dude, make him DIE.
    Yes, DIE.
    No fucking justification for stabbing someone in a fistfight. He deserves the death penalty.

    Go go maximum power
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:14 No.16820019
    rolled 38 = 38

    Fuck! That fucker just fucking stabbed you! God damn! I mean, come on! FUCK! That hurt, man. You've never been stabbed before. I mean, you've stopped a few thugs, but the worst you've gotten is a punch or two before they went down. But fuck, a knife?

    You've got to get this guy out of the picture before he can get that knife in you again. He's definitely the more dangerous of the two. Your focus turns to him, and he looks you in the eye. You can barely move your right arm right now. The pain is a throbbing heat that's spreading down to your elbow. You start puling bursts of energy throughout your body, keeping up your guard.

    The unarmed thug lunges at you. He was clumsy, but you weren't even facing him, and he grabs you. But your pulses of energy do their job, and he's down in an instant. But his attack did more than annoy you. Distracted by him, you can't react quick enough to the knife. You try to dodge it, but he gets you, slashing the knife against your side. It's not like the first time. He didn't get the knife deep into you, it just passed over your skin. But the pain is there. Sharp and finite, like a laser beam across your skin. God damn. That's twice this fucker's gotten you. But now it's just you and him.

    >Action? 1d100
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:15 No.16820036
    rolled 91 = 91


    knock em out. afterwards break his legs, his arms and his spine. nobody fucks with us.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:15 No.16820037
    rolled 1 = 1


    But with this roll instead.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:15 No.16820039
    rolled 16 = 16

    Knock him down. Don't kill him. We don't want cops asking questions, do we?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:16 No.16820040
    rolled 6 = 6

    KILL him
    No one cuts up a guy in a friendly display of fisticuffs. That's ungentlemanly
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:16 No.16820044
    rolled 93 = 93

    You're the unluckiest sod I've ever met bro
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:17 No.16820049
    rolled 100 = 100


    Jesus Christ. I'll stop now.

    Lemme just say, I'd prefer we don't kill him.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:17 No.16820050
    You need to add a 1 into the dice field. Otherwise 1d00 always comes out as 1.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:17 No.16820051
    rolled 32 = 32

    Yes, lets just bring the cops looking for us, I'm sure this will in no way come back to bite us in the ass.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:17 No.16820053
    rolled 77 = 77

    Not the knife guy. The one who called us a fag.
    We keep our goddamn promises.
    Once the knife fucker is out, loot the bitches for something to write with.
    On the forehead of the guy we're going to kick the kneecaps out of, write: "I told you so, asshole"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:17 No.16820054
    rolled 60 = 60


    for the love of god don't calculate these rolls in.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:18 No.16820056
    rolled 24 = 24

    Maybe you could run away around a corner, stop right after it, and wait for him to come running after you? One zap and he's out, and trying to fight him fairly will only earn you a third stab.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:18 No.16820057
    rolled 43 = 43



    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:18 No.16820061
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    rolled 14 = 14

    This is wack
    You are wack
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:19 No.16820066
    rolled 37 = 37


    of course! loot em, but dont forget to stuff something in there mouth.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:19 No.16820068
    rolled 23 = 23

    And loot their pockets! Take all their money. Only fair.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:19 No.16820069
    Okay. Are you going to try and kill the knife wielder or just knock him unconscious?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:20 No.16820072
    rolled 82 = 82

    Knock them out.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:20 No.16820073
    rolled 73 = 73


    knock em out but break his bones. ALL OF THEM. and then loot em with stuff in there mouth.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:20 No.16820075
    rolled 49 = 49

    Whoa, no
    Do not kill him

    But call the cops and press the charges. Fuck, he hurt us good.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:20 No.16820078
    rolled 81 = 81

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:20 No.16820079
    rolled 67 = 67


    Knock him out - we don't need more escalation of anti-mutie hatred.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:21 No.16820084
    rolled 57 = 57

    Dude, if we break his bones HE WILL DIE
    Shit, it's like you work on cartoon logic or something
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:21 No.16820086

    Don't kill him.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:21 No.16820090
    rolled 21 = 21

    Call the cops we DO give a fuck
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:21 No.16820092
    rolled 34 = 34


    then just break his arms and legs.

    damn partypooper....
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:22 No.16820095
    rolled 52 = 52

    Man, our power is bullshit.
    Sure, it can one-shot an enemy but when it doesn't we are a sitting duck.

    I hope we get chances to get more powers.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:23 No.16820104
    rolled 28 = 28

    Just knock him out, do not break bones or anything.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:23 No.16820113
    rolled 23 = 23

    We should probably go back to the site of the warehouse explosion. Maybe roll around in the stuff that exploded.
    Because why the fuck not?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:24 No.16820119

    Because we might turn into water.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:25 No.16820131
    rolled 24 = 24


    we'll just have to take that chance
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:26 No.16820141
    rolled 31 = 31

    Do you not see how awesome that would be?
    Put us into a watergun, we've a fucking instant death ranged weapon.

    Shit, something like that hasn't been seen since... since...

    Man, our power is kinda lame
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:26 No.16820142
    rolled 80 = 80

    I was hoping for more controlled acquisition of power. Do not want to become a visible mutant freak after all.

    And that place is probably sealed tight.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:27 No.16820151
    rolled 65 = 65

    How would they know that's the source of the powers?

    Unless they've got muties on their team as well.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:28 No.16820156
    This fucker's stabbed you in your arm and sliced across your ribs already. In for a penny, in for a pound. He grits his teeth, his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle of the knife. He's gonna put you down and finish this. Your chest, your gut. It doesn't matter which. He's gonna dig deep into you.

    He pushes off the ground, lunging forward, his knife like a spear. You pull away and his arm goes past you. Fucker must pay. You grab his arm and let the energy flow into him. His muscles contract and shake as they momentarily go into overdrive before shutting down completely. He falls flat on his face, his knife clattering onto the street. You could have killed him if you wanted to. Hell, you did want to, at least a little bit. But you've never killed a man before. Maybe John was right about you.

    You look down at the ground. A few square feet of sidewalk, filled with five incapacitated thugs. Fuck these assholes. You give the knife man a good kick in the ribs. He doesn't respond, naturally, but you're satisfied that he'll feel it in a little while.

    You're reminded of the pain in your side. It's bleeding, but it's not too bad. Some guaze, a bandage or two and it should be alright. But fuck, you're arm is killing you. That knife went in at least an inch. You don't think it hit bone though, or an artery. It's bleeding, but it's not a geyser. But fuck, you're pretty sure it's gonna need some stitches.

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:29 No.16820171
    rolled 64 = 64


    loot the motherfuckers and jam their socks in their mouths.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:29 No.16820172

    Head back to... wherever crabman ran off to. Tell him what happened.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:30 No.16820177
    rolled 71 = 71

    Loot the motherfuckers and go to the bar.
    We need to talk to Marco.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:30 No.16820180

    Oh, and loot the thugs. Don't forget to loot them.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:31 No.16820187
    rolled 77 = 77

    Loot those fuckers for every penny they got, get an ID on everyone so we can come back for revenge, or if we need subjects to experiment our powers on.

    If we have a Phone use it to call an Ambulance and Police to get those fucks into prison.

    Lastly we may try to use our power to block out our pain, after all we can shut down the senses of anybody.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:31 No.16820192
    rolled 20 = 20

    Take all of their money, and go to the hospital. Use their money to fix yourself up.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:32 No.16820194
    rolled 45 = 45

    Break the legs of the thug we promised to break the legs of.
    We don't break no goddamned promises, yo.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:32 No.16820202
    rolled 91 = 91


    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:33 No.16820207
    rolled 83 = 83

    Marco would wonder where we are.
    Rip off a shirt from the thug leader and wrap it around our wound, if we can.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:33 No.16820212
    This, too.

    And, guys, we CAN'T BREAK THEIR LEGS AND ALL THAT SHIT. That's where it moves from "self defense" to "battery."
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:33 No.16820213
    rolled 26 = 26

    Our powers dont work on us.

    And dont call the cops. that will just pile shit on us
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:34 No.16820218
    rolled 55 = 55

    Take their money for yourself and leave an anonymous tip with the police. Go to a hospital!
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:34 No.16820228
    rolled 95 = 95

    Don't break his legs. What are we supposed to tell the cops when they show up? You know you'll get thrown in prison to if you do that.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:35 No.16820229
    rolled 57 = 57

    Alright, but at least somehow write this so he sees it:

    "I never break a promise. Expect a leg-shatteringly incredible experience sometime soon, bud"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:35 No.16820230
    rolled 55 = 55


    i know damn well. and i dont give a shit. we help people in need and fuck badguys up. REAL BAD.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:37 No.16820251

    When did we promise to break his legs? Maybe I'm just retarded, but I can't find where we said that.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:37 No.16820253
    On a other note: It would be good if OP announced required DC for anything to succeed, or succeed exceptionally, would feel more like things were truly free
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:38 No.16820260
    rolled 78 = 78


    Call the cops or whatever, fuck, I would love to sue the ever-living worth out of them but that will put us under spot-light? Do we want to do that though?
    On the other hand, if we win the court-battle, it will make a precedent basically showing that Muties are protected by the common law as anybody else (of course we don't reveal who we are. Hopefully there aren't technologies to detect humans. We just protected a mutie as a human... or so our story goes).

    But still, better to lay low
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:39 No.16820263
    rolled 48 = 48

    We didn't, apparently OP changed it to just kicking the shit out of him.
    It's just some guy who thought it would be a cool threat I guess.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:40 No.16820268
    It's pretty simple. Most things are usually just over/under 50. With the results being better or worse when they're closer to the extremes.

    Something more difficult though, like extremely difficult, would need more than just a 50 to succeed.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:41 No.16820278
    rolled 69 = 69

    Whose roll counts? The highest, first or something else entirely?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:41 No.16820279
    rolled 84 = 84

    you know what? nevermind, dont break there legs, but ATLEAST loot them.

    that's all i am asking
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:41 No.16820284
    And in combat, rolls are contested against each other.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:43 No.16820300
    rolled 30 = 30

    Yesh, definitely go to the hospital.
    hot damn, that will put us out of the gym for a at least few weeks. But We can still do running though, that's good.

    And give your report to the police, otherwise these fuckers will make up a story that a mutant freak attacked them in middle of the night.
    Fuck, don't loot them, we will look like the criminal here
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:43 No.16820304
    Usually it's the first roll. But if there's one later that's widely encouraged or an extremely good or bad roll or something, I'll factor it in. Most of this is just played by ear.

    So actions: Consensus seems to be looting them.
    Additional assault?
    Calling police?
    Heading to find Marco or to the hospital?
    Something else?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:44 No.16820317
    rolled 84 = 84

    Call the coppers.
    Go to Marco, ask him whether he thinks we should head to the hospital (basically, we need to talk to him so he doesn't think we dumped him)
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:44 No.16820319
    rolled 83 = 83


    loot and call ambulance.

    get yourself patched up somewhere.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:46 No.16820334
    rolled 26 = 26

    Loot and call police, NOTHING ELSE!
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:46 No.16820336
    rolled 69 = 69

    Do we have a cell? If yes, call the ambulance and tell them we were assaulted, and that we're heading for the bar to meet up with our friend etc.
    Tell them to send the police to our current location.
    Then go to Marco, since that's where we sent the ambulance.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:46 No.16820339
    rolled 88 = 88

    Loot, get IDs, hide them where you can pick them up easily later on.
    Call the Cops and an Ambulance, try out blocking out your pain, look if marco is anywhere close
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:47 No.16820350

    Loot, call police anonymously. Make sure to mention they assaulted your friend for being a mutant, but no names or anything. Then find Marco, then go to the hospital.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:48 No.16820355
    Guys guys gusy! If we go the hospital, they'll call the cops anyway. We need to fins someone to stich us up out of a hospital.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:50 No.16820364
    rolled 39 = 39


    we get that neighbour girl to do that. good idea eh? eh?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:50 No.16820366

    Personally, I like the idea of this turning into a mutants' rights case, so I'm still voting to go to the hospital.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:50 No.16820367
    John's doctor! The one he got to prescribe him fucking tranquilizers in a day! We need to call John and get to his doctor.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)17:51 No.16820377
    Alright. I'm going to take my dog out real quick. I'll be back in about 20 minutes. Please come to a consensus on what to do, and we'll go from there. You've got 20 minutes to plan and talk it out. So don't feel you have to go with your first idea.

    Back in 20.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:53 No.16820392
    rolled 35 = 35

    I think this would be really cool because it basically gives us a plot hook, and we might even get into some clandestine business.
    It could be great.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:55 No.16820406
    rolled 32 = 32

    >Additional assault?
    >Calling police?
    Only if we stay to report. I do not want these fuckers playing the victims.
    >Heading to find Marco or to the hospital?
    ...yeah, I guess we should visit Marco
    >Something else?
    Bind you wound
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:58 No.16820426

    Oh fuck, you've got a point. Guys, if we call the police and leave, they'll talk about how Marco beat them for no reason. If we call the police, we need to be here.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)17:59 No.16820433
    rolled 22 = 22


    do that. you know what fuck looting them.
    sue their asses.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:01 No.16820444
    I feel like with our powers we should aim to be 'The One who pulls the strings'
    Classy suit, lets everybody else do his work, nobody knows about him having any powers.
    No loose ends, ever.
    Pro Mutant, leaning on good guy with evil tendencies.
    A Favor for a Favor.

    We should pick up skills like Martial arts, Lockpicking, read the Sun Tzu'S Art of War, Machiavelli's The Prince.

    What we'd have to do is start from low, get some connections to the top and replace them, use everyone for our purpose while trying to be nice.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:02 No.16820451
    Let's NOT loot them.
    Guys, if we loot them it'll look like a fucking mugging.

    Either we loot them and run the fuck away


    We call the cops and play the part of the victim.
    Of course, we can take a bit of dosh from them, and write down some other shit we need to know about them, but don't just clean them out.
    Say they were hassling Marco, so you told him to run off. You didn't think they'd attack a normal guy for having a friend who was metahuman.
    We only survived because of our mastery of krav maga
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:02 No.16820454

    That's what most /tg/-quest characters turn out to be anyway, in my experience. We have an affinity for having power despite personal weakness.
    [nospoilers] It's cause we're all fat [/nospoilers]
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:03 No.16820455
    rolled 72 = 72


    these idea's. i like em.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:03 No.16820459
    We're a fucking former bassist and a pizza delivery guy. Our contacts consist of a kinda cute chick next door, a millionaire werewolf who's completely resistant to the entire idea of superhumanism, an Irish guy who pretends he's Italian, and now, a crabmanbear.

    We'd have to work REALLY hard for it to work
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:04 No.16820462
    >>16820426 and
    >>16820350 here
    Yeah, fuck it, I think we should stick around. Mutants' rights time.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:07 No.16820486
    We have to pretend we're not mutants. Just that we're an innocent guy who stood up for a friend, and because of that, WE GOT FUCKING STABBED HOLY FUCK

    These guys are zealots who are willing to cut down innocents in their murderous bloodlust. They don't want any fucking ideal, they want blood. They're modern day motherfucking psychopaths, and if we don't crack down on this shit, they will come for suspected mutants. Then they'll come for the families of the mutants. Then their friends, then their acquantices.

    When it push comes to fucking shove they will kill anyone they damned well please because for some reason, WE DIDN'T STOP THEM



    He who hunts monsters must take great precautions lest he turns into what he himself abhors the most
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:10 No.16820501
    rolled 19 = 19

    Yes, never reveal that we have powers, where just a ordinary Joe, nothing special about us except our cause.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:12 No.16820522

    Oh, yeah, of course. We don't wanna come out as having powers. Hell, our power is only good because people don't expect it. If people knew who (and what) we were, we'd be fucked.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:12 No.16820523
    Don't forget TimeKid. Don't EVER forget about TimeKid.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:14 No.16820538
    rolled 45 = 45

    Now that guy, I DO want to break the legs of.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:14 No.16820542
    Seriously, fuck Douchekid.
    That bastard's going down if we ever see him again.

    I want us to train our ability to keep up that paralyzing thing around us so we can keep it up constantly. Just for that bastard to fall unconcious when he tries to loot our wallet again.

    Think Full Power Super Sayan.
    Electric Boogaloo becomes our standard way of being.

    That'd be cool as fuck.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:15 No.16820547
    So what?
    Lets say the Our Superpower made us change, into a powerthirsting being.
    We will be able to educate ourselves, things can be taught and we WILL learn.
    Worst case would be we fail trying to achieve power, even then its worth it just for the ride.

    First of all we have to deal with the situation at hand, loot em, get their IDs, stash them so the Cops dont find it on us.
    Manipulate Marco so he feels he ows us big time, not just 'Yeah i'll be in the court and talk of your heroism' but 'I understand i am in your debt big fucking time, of course i'll be at the court and anytime you need me, come to me'
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:16 No.16820557


    More because the fuck is using the power to control time for selfish reasons, and less because of what he's done to us.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)18:16 No.16820559
    Alright, back. So a change of opinion here?

    Don't loot, call police, and wait for them to arrive?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:17 No.16820564

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:17 No.16820565
    rolled 64 = 64

    I want to see if we can kill off individual body parts.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:18 No.16820571
    rolled 44 = 44

    I say we Double Speak when we make our speeches/claims.
    We never tell we have the power but we never utter something that could be used against us if it is discovered we have powers. So if they try to use it against us, we go all like "yeah, what's your point? I never specifically claimed otherwise". Yeah, it will be hard but we at least have to try.

    heh, I'm the poster of >>16820260
    I just remembered that whoever reports first (even the one who instigated the hostilities) will immediately gain the favour of cops. Thinking how that would affect the possible trial, I suggested we report first but then I remembered that we will have to tell the story and from their point-of-view it would look like a normal dude was protecting a mutant and got nearly killed. That could sprout some pro-mutant legal battle or something.

    the problem is that these thugs can claim we are mutant ourself and I dislike lying.... so it is a dilemma.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:18 No.16820574

    Ah yes. They'll call us "UNNECESSARILY GRUESOME-MAN"



    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:19 No.16820576

    ideal way would be we would do >>16820547 and come back for revenge later
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:20 No.16820583

    They might not know we have superpowers; it might just be "fuck me, man, he hits like a truck."
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:21 No.16820592
    Yes. Or, take just a teensy bit of cash from them, since no one will notice.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:22 No.16820598

    I don't think it's worth risking our legitimacy as "the victim" for $40-$50.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:22 No.16820602
    Why not lie?
    It doesnt seem we are a very noble Character, just a motherfucker with powers and a good side.
    Its not like anybody can know we have superpowers, so fuck that shit, lie through our teeth
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:23 No.16820610
    So how are we going to explain to the cops that we took out 5 guys?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:23 No.16820612
    rolled 98 = 98

    We say that they're just trying to excuse the fact that they got their asses kicked. That's technically true.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:24 No.16820618
    If they say we're a mutant, we just say:

    "I am just as human as you are. Don't patronize this entire assembly, simply because you are too arrogant to see that you almost killed an innocent man for standing up to protect his friend.
    I don't care if my friends are slightly different than a "normal" human. You care enough to violently beat a man until he is near death, simply because of the way he looks.
    Now, tell me, does that remind you of anything?"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:25 No.16820620
    Luck, Rage and Material Arts
    In that Order
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:25 No.16820622
    Fair enough
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:25 No.16820625
    If it comes to it, we should do like Jim Carey in The Majestic when he's on trial for being a communist. And he's all, "if I were a communist, would it matter?"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:25 No.16820629

    "Officer, I beat them with the power of THE MATERIAL ARTS"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:26 No.16820639
    But wait, does our power leave a mark? Or do they all look completeply fine?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:27 No.16820645

    I'm assuming it doesn't. This'd change a lot, if it does.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:28 No.16820646
    "Officer, case is that i was lucky, i know some material arts and fell into rage as I got hit, but mostly it was those thugs being dumb and slow, they do not know how to fight, low wanna-be gangsters"
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:28 No.16820653
    rolled 35 = 35

    They look like nothing happened. Basically, that they just went unconcious.
    At least that's how it works on cats.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)18:29 No.16820659
    No, your attack does not leave any identifiable mark.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:33 No.16820686
    Well, get the quest going, you are the one who chooses
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:33 No.16820688
    rolled 37 = 37

    Oh, I like this one.

    imply that these people, nay beasts, would brutally murder people with birth defects if they thought they could get away with it. Basically, they needed something they could justify to do the atc, no different than KKK century ago, when they burned black children at the stakes, no different than Hitler who gassed the jews (oh that gotta hit the nerve), [and other examples which are plenty of]
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:34 No.16820698
    rolled 32 = 32

    Don't mention Hitler
    Godwin's law and all that

    But it's a-ok to imply!
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:35 No.16820705
    rolled 16 = 16

    Get the NRA involved. These thugs are trying to take away peoples right to bear arms. Literally, in Marco's case.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)18:35 No.16820706
    rolled 69 = 69

    just tell them that you have been though scuffles in the past (which is true) and that you have physically trained (which is also true). But you have never been in something this bad, no one has actually tried to kill you with a knife before, so you're a little shaken up about the whole thing.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:01 No.16820919
    You should run. You know that you should run. Get out of here before they wake up. Before someone comes around and finds you around five unconscious dudes. Before someone asks questions. You're out of here. Gone.

    Wait. No. You stop. If these guys call the cops, you and Marco are fucked. How many people are walking around with a crab arm. Shit. You've got to get the upper hand. If you call first, you're the victim here. Shit! You grab your arm, putting pressure on it. You ARE the victim here. The hero. All you did was stand up for your friend. You nod to yourself. That's what happened.

    You pull out your phone and dial 911. "I was stabbed," you say. "I need an ambulance. And some cops." You give few details, keeping things short. The operator takes notes and tells you to remain calm. To put pressure on the wounds, that help is on the way.

    A cop car arrives first, pulling up with its lights flashing, parking next to the sidewalk and the five men. You tell the 911 operator, and end the call. Two officers get out, pistols drawn, looking at the thugs and then to you. "Shit," one of them says. "Hey, you're the stabbing victim?"

    "Yeah," you say. "That one there stabbed me in my arm, and cut me up."

    The officer holsters his weapon and looks up and down the street. "Who did this to them?"

    You look at the cops and the thugs. Maybe this was a mistake. 'I, I did."

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:02 No.16820922
    The cops check the men, finding them all responsive but alive. The knife is easy to find and they pack it in a baggie and set it on the hood of the car before restraining the men's hands. An ambulance arrives soon after, and then another cop car. The officers take your story while an paramedic checks out your wounds. He says you'll have to go to a hospital for stitches. You tell the cop your story, leaving out a few bits. Lying to cops seems to come easier to you now than before. You and Marco were heading off from work. The thugs saw that he was a mutant and started hassling him. You intervened. They attacked. You got lucky and knocked them out. Stabbing ensued. The cops seem incredulous, but they write it down. You don't know if they suspect what you are.

    The thugs start to rouse, and the police lead them into their cars. The ambulance loads you up, taking you to the hospital for treatment.

    You got fifteen stitches on your side, more than you thought you'd need, but it should heal up fine. The doctor doesn't think there's too much damage in your arm. The knife didn't hit any bone, and the muscle is in okay condition, considering. More stitches, and then you're given a prescription and told to wait for some detectives who want to speak to you.

    The hospital is loud, and the gurney you're sitting on is uncomfortable, but the adrenaline has long worn off, and it feels alright to relax a bit. You wonder how Marco is, and figure you should call him. But you don't have his number. Shit. Nothing to do but wait and talk to him tomorrow. See how he's handling things. Make sure he gets his story straight. See if he saw anything. You're alone with your thoughts for a few minutes until the detectives find you.

    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:02 No.16820935
    "Hello, Mr. Pierson. Seems we keep bumping into you." It's Bronson. Beside him his Nicci, the old looking dude. What are they doing here? They're working metahuman crimes.

    "Uh, hi." You say awkwardly. "Can I help you?"

    "We just need to ask a few questions. We understand that there was a mut-, a uh metahuman involved in all of this?" Nicci catches himself mid-sentence.

    "Yeah. He's my friend. I mean, we work together and were going for a drink when these guys came at us."

    You go through your story yet again, telling the detectives what you told the officers at the scene. They ask a few questions, same as the officers, and you give the same answers. Luck, adrenaline, experience. You've been working out lately, you tell them. And you must have gotten one or two of them in the nose, knocking them down quickly. You tell them you've never been stabbed before. That is terrified you. They take notes silently. Occasionally looking at each other or mumbling something.

    "So this friend of yours, Marco? The metahuman. Where was he during all of this?"

    "He ran. They were scary looking guys, you know, and they were after him."

    "Mhm. And you stopped them." It's not a question, but a statement. And you can't tell the meaning behind it. Was he implying something? You don't know. The detectives give you their cards, again, the case number written on it. They say they'll call you if the case comes to court, though they might plead out and take more lenient sentences.

    They're getting ready to leave when Nicci, looks you over, "You know, Mr. Pierson. If I were you, I'd try my best not to keep getting into these kinda situations." And then they're gone.

    You fill your prescription at the hospital pharmacy and walk out the door. It's well past midnight now, and the sky has cleared of clouds, but it's colder than before. Your arm is killing you.

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:04 No.16820954
    rolled 10 = 10

    Let's visit Marco. See if he's still at the bar.
    I'd feel bad about leaving him.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:05 No.16820967

    We need to find Marco...tonight.

    These detectives, they think we've covering for Marco...maybe they think we went ballistic and took those guys out, and now we're just trying to keep the cops off his back or something.

    We need to make sure he has a solid alibi, someone who can lie for him to make sure he doesn't get pinned for assault and get strung up by the public.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:06 No.16820970
    rolled 55 = 55

    Same here.
    We could have called our Boss to see if he has his number at least.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:11 No.16821008
    rolled 92 = 92

    Further tell us if we can use our powers on ourselves, it would be nice if we'd kill the pain
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:23 No.16821126
    Your power doesn't effect you.

    You pull out your phone. You wish you'd gotten his number earlier, god damn it. You need to talk to him tonight. You need to get the story straight. Things did go pretty much how you said, but this needs to be air tight.

    Santoni has to have his number. You try his phone. It rings a few times, and then he answers, his voice has lost it's faux Italian accent. It's just groggy and mad. "WHAT!?" He yells.

    "Hey, Mr. Santoni, it's Francois."

    "Jesuuuuuuus," you hear him sigh. "What is it? What do you want? Do you know how late it is?"

    "Uh, yeah, sorry Boss. I just need Marco's number. We went out drinking, and he uh, left his wallet. So I've got to get it back to him." You figure telling him anything resembling the truth right now wouldn't help the situation. He seems to like Marco alright, despite having a fucking crab arm, but a metahuman did put him out several thousand dollars in repairs. Any more bad news might put him off the idea entirely.

    "Jesus. You kids ain't got no idea about responsibility. It's all fun and games. One second," He gives you the number and you thank him.

    When you call Marco's phone there's no answer. It rings a few times then cuts to voicemail. "Hey, Marco. It's Francois. Give me a call. I need to talk to you, man. Come on."

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:24 No.16821135

    It should be pretty obvious that he didn't use THE CLAW on those guys - lack of severed limbs and broken bones.

    Forensics should be able to pretty easily clear that up.

    It might be worse if we speak to him - right now, all he can possibly say is the truth. If we visit him, then he might screwup under the pressure.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:25 No.16821145
    You flag down a cab and head to the bar near your place. Maybe he got there and Jen knows where he went. The ride is short. Traffic's not too bad this late at night. It's not empty, by any means, but it's not terrible. You pay the taxi and look at the bar. No damage. No broken windows or doors. Nothing terrible's happened here. You open the door with your good arm and go inside. Jen's behind the bar as usual, and a few local drunks are slowly sipping their beers. "Oh there you are. Fucking finally." Jen sound exasperated. "Hey," you here a stomp and see her kicking at something behind the bar. You walk over and peer across. There's a man asleep, passed out on the floor, his crab claw spread across his chest. "Some fucking friend you got here."

    "Oh shit, Marco. Is he okay?"

    "Him? Yeah, I guess. Unless that arm of his is something new. You're hanging with mutants now, Franky?"

    "Eh, we work together." You shrug. "What happened?"

    "This guy comes running in here out of breath a couple hours ago, talking a mile a minute. Saying you're in trouble. I tell him to calm down, have a drink. Well one turns into two, turns into three, and now he's asleep on my god damn floor."

    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:27 No.16821166
    Calm down, the cops haven't gotten to him yet, dudes in one piece, everythings okay.
    Wake him up, get the story straight and hammer into his mind that he owes us big fucking time, as we almost got stabbed by 5 fucks.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:30 No.16821204
    We DID get stabbed
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:32 No.16821226
    "Oh boy...well, at least one of us was having a good time."

    "Alright, I'm going to call a cab; see if I can't get him home." Check his wallet for an ID and see if it has his home address on there. Also, tell the brief details to Jen.

    "Yeah, if the cops come in, that's why."
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:32 No.16821232
    Excellent, Marco's got an alibi now. Jen knows he was there and talked to him about what happened, and I guarantee you everyone in that place was staring and won't forget him.

    I guess we try to wake him up, explain what happened to him in the same way we explained it to the cops (since we don't want him knowing yet or spilling the real situation to the five-oh).

    If we're close enough to Jen, I guess tell her too. Maybe let her know to warn her mutant customers about this shit happening.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:43 No.16821327
    Maje sure to emphasize the fact that WE GOT STABBED.
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:46 No.16821357
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    Okay, I'm gonna call it here. Pretty short today, and slow at the start, sorry about that. I really need to start planning shit out. In the future things should be more exciting. I HOPE SO AT LEAST.

    So yeah, next time will probably be Saturday. Same time.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:49 No.16821396
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    Alright; later OP. :3
    >> Average Human !!bbGklDAv83w 11/02/11(Wed)19:50 No.16821401
    Could someone archive this please?
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:57 No.16821455
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    Done and done.
    >> Anonymous 11/02/11(Wed)19:59 No.16821468
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