Previous thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/27105423/Pastebin with stats and powers: http://pastebin.com/UuVeJFigYou are John James Green – mutant, vagabond, man of impractical charity. Two days ago, you thought that having a real(ish) job for the first time in four years was probably going to be the fastest turn your life would take in the next few months. Apparently you were either unbelievably naïve or unbelievably unlucky, however, as things have become continually more complicated since then. Now days you’re hang with some kind of homeless fugitive girl and a boy whose naked touch can reduce a person to a pile of ash (note: he’s also a druggie, and a thief, and very much wanted by a very unnerving local drug baron). Perhaps not the ideal direction for your new life, but the course is set and there’s wind in the sails now. For the first time in weeks, you don’t awaken to the sight of snow, and nor do you have to imagine for those brief incognisant seconds of early consciousness that you’re tucked up in bed. There are real blankets over you today, and while it’s not quite a bed, the battered old sofa you and Kevin managed to lug up to your apartment is the softest thing you’ve slept on in months. A verdant green stare greets your entry into wakefulness. Laura prods you again and you untangle yourself, muttering grimly about the blasted cold and other things that won’t matter all that much anymore once you’re fully awake. She doesn’t seem to sleep properly, so you got her to get you up early. On the opposite end of the dilapidated apartment, Kevin sleeps like a stone, his head cradled in his arms. Poor kid can’t use a mattress, on account of him sorta disintegrating them. >Current Funds: $40.5>Hunger Level: 3>Karma Points: 3>Time: 6:00 PM.
>[ ] You gotta be at the Bugle in an hour. Get going.>[ ] Talk to Laura a little before you leave (write in).>[ ] Talk to Kevin a little before you leave (write in). >[ ] Screw work, you gotta find Kevin’s dumbass friend before Creeper does.>[ ] Write in.Later even than I thought it'd be, but we're back on air. Theoretically.
>urghfgsfg the time is 6:00 AM. Not PM.
Rolled 6 + 4>>27214895>[ ] You gotta be at the Bugle in an hour. Get going
>>27214901>Go to workAlso, we know that peter is the guy who takes all the spidey pictures right?"Hey, uh, Peter. You have new pictures of Spider-man what seems like every day right?""I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but could you keep an eye out for this girl? Shes in a bad sitch."
>[X] You gotta be at the Bugle in an hour. Get going.You’d like to make sure that Kevin’s not gonna bring the house down or something, but you just don’t have the time. If he’s not an idiot he knows the ground rules by now, anyway – stay inside, stay near Laura, don’t touch anything that looks like it’s important. You say goodbye to Laura and head out, picking your way down the ruined stairs and out into the cold. Snow’s still omnipresent, and here, in the scar left by whatever-superhero-vs-whatever-supervillain nobody’s even bothered shovelling it out of the streets. It was a fucking blessing, finding somewhere so convenient to hunker down. Sleeping through this shit would’ve been hell. You have to force march yourself through the snow to make it to the Bugle on time, but at least the pace keeps you warm. You arrive a minute off on time, but – once again – the Vanessa simply points you on your way through the early-morning bustle, into a corridor that is becoming pretty familiar. You take your stack and head out. On the way out the door, you spot Peter making his way in. He looks kinda terrible, like he’s been up all night, but he waves half-heartedly in your direction. >[ ] Just wave back and head off. You’ve both got jobs to do and he looks busy.>[ ] Ask him if he’s okay, he looks wiped.>[ ] Ask him about Creeper. Bugle must have something on him.>[ ] Ask him if the Bugle’s been following that ‘exploding mutant’ story any further.>[ ] Write in.
>>27215206You don't know about the Spideypictures, but you could still ask that. He does work at the Bugle in some capacity, after all.
>>27215207>[x] Ask him if he’s okay, he looks wiped.guess I lucked out with insomnia tonight huh guys?now if only this cough would go away....
>[X] Ask him if he’s okay, he looks wiped.You veer off on an intercept course. “Hey, man. You alright there? You don’t look so great.” “Nah don’t… don’t worry about it.” He shrugs particularly lifelessly, managing a plucky but ultimately unconvincing smile. “I was just up late last night. Homework stuff.” Oh yeah, right. He’s still a kid. He’s gotta be balancing school with all this crazy Bugle stuff. Still, he sounds kinda… rehearsed, like he’s been going over this in his head for a while. Or, perhaps, he just gets told he looks wiped a lot. >[ ] Say goodbye. Get to work.>[ ] Ask if he could maybe keep an eye out for Kevin’s friend.>[ ] Ask him what the Bugle has on Creeper.>[ ] Ask him about the exploding mutant story.>[ ] Write in.
>>27215460>[x] Ask him about the exploding mutant story.>[x] Say goodbye. Get to work.its 5am here in the States (well central US time anyway)
>>27215509Urrgh Christ. It's mid-morning here. I just got in a few hours back, after spending fucking hours sitting in a car. Welp, I'll keep this going for you for a bit. But eventually I might just let it drift off and bump it back later.
>>27215564Unexpected events such as this are the reason for the twitter account.sooo... I ordered Uncanny X-men Claremont omnibus. its getting a 2nd printing
>[x] Ask him about the exploding mutant story.>[x] Say goodbye. Get to work.“Jeez, that sounds rough.” You get a bit of a curious reaction from that. Maybe he’s not used to homeless dudes referring to his life as ‘rough’. Maybe no one is. “Uh, hey…” You attempt to push aside the awkward little moment by focusing on Job Things. Job Things that happen to relate to your presently tenuous situation. “The Bugle been following up on that thing about the exploding guy? The drug thing?” “Oh, yeah, sorta.” He grimaces a little. “Ben’s – that’s this guy upstairs – been trying to link it to Fisk. I mean, we all know he’s behind this stuff. But he cleans up after himself, I guess, and anyone worth questioning over it basically makes their living kissing is tuchas.” He mock shrugs, but you detect a hint of real bitterness there, under the morning fugue. Huh. “Well, I gotta be going.” You hold up your stack. “Papers to hand out. And stuff.” “Hah, yeah. And stuff for me too.”You wave each other off and head out. You’ve got a closer spot this time – it’s outside a station again, but you can walk it. You get there in under half an hour and start handing out papers to the rush of morning commuters. >Hunger Level: 4>>27215633Huh. Might have to look into that. Anyhow, gimme a D20. Just seeing how quick you finish up.
>>27215795Go are the goddamn newspaper Flash. You’re like that Quicksilver guy, except not an Avenger, and not creepy (at least, as far as you know). And your speed powers only work when handing out papers. Within two hours you’ve handed out everything the Bugle gave you, the day very much still ahead of you. Just as well, you guess – you’ve got your hands pretty much full. You’ve been considering finding some way of heating up your little burrow, but you’re not exactly too sure how to go about it. >[ ] Check on Laura and Kevin.>[ ] Go get your money. >[ ] Look for a portable stove or something. Whatever. >[ ] Kevin’s friend was last seen at a park. Hit the greenery.>[ ] Write in.
>>27215887>>[ ] Go get your money.gotta get that dough
>>27215916Welp, that'll be what I bring this back with. I'm looking at my last post and thinking we both need some microsleep. Thread'll be operational again at 18:00 Britannia time.Congrats, you've single handedly set the course of today's episode.
>>27215972I am champion of default victories!!!
>>27215983Darn, I was going to suggest that we head down into the sewers and begin constructing our own Morlok empire.But I guess picking up 60$ is okay too.
Just to check, Britannia Time means something GMT-ish, right?Darnit, that's five or so hours from now.Also, as a more on-topic comment, something we could do if we wanted to take the risk was take the Jack from Wither and give it to Creeper. Tell him that we jumped one of the kids he was looking for, near a park. We got the edge over him and managed to get ahold of the Jack he was carrying, but when we tried to grab a firm hold of the kid, he did something weird to hurt us, and managed to slip away. Answer any questions he might have (in ways that won't cause more trouble for us or Wither), avoid any attempts by Creeper get us to dance for him, and leave in a manner that won't lead him back to us (though walk at least a bit away before going invisible). This option does mean Wither won't have any Jack to rely on and all that comes with, plus Creeper will probably be on us for the limited amount of Jack and may accuse us of trying to take some for ourselves (though we can argue against this by pointing out neither us nor Laura need Jack, and trying to sell it is too risky for someone with a paying job). The pro's of this choice are that it means Wither not being an addict any more (...if successful there), Creeper will get at least some of his product back meaning that his attention may not be as focused on wither (though he might still want revenge) and that if he finds out we've played him, it's less a case of 'We've made us into his enemy' and more 'neutral who is helping both sides', (which admittedly still isn't guaranteed to hold off a low-life like Creeper.)There's a lot of risks and pitfalls with the suggestion, but it is a manuever that might make a difference with a cut-throat group. Plus, playing intrigue with Mr. Invisible Hobo seems an appropriate action.
>>27217036I see no tangible benefits to attracting any more interest from someone who we can't see coming, that also works for a ruthless sociopath with a personal ninja army.Any admission of contact is likely to get us into more trouble.Also, if he ever finds out and accuses us of not going to him, we could always hurr-durr didn't see you around'
>>27217036>>27217104I think it was a mistake to get tangled up in all this. What is our plan anyway? Find the other one, get whatever jack they have left, pay for the rest?Don't see why we're ought to do this but whatever, heros and shit, /tg/ can't help it.We should practice using our powers. The more we use them, the more we level up, I think.
any second now
BACK BOYOS. Get in and prepare to hobo like you've never hobo'd before.>>27216728Technically both are possible. Somewhat possible, anyhow.>[X] Go get your moneyDawdling would mean letting the cold seep in, so you don’t. You head back to the Bugle as soon as possible. The streets are thinning out now that the morning is slowly giving way to midday, and it’s only half an hour before you’re once again before those stately doors. You press in and receive your paycheck from the front desk. Apparently they’ve got all the help they could want signed up for tomorrow morning already, so you’ll have to wait till the day after for your next $60 fix, but hey, at least you’re becoming a regular. Maybe if you seem eager enough they’ll start putting aside slots for you. That’d be cool. You head back out into the cold and the grey, and think about things. You’ve got a kid with an eight-hundred dollar debt to Creeper – and, by extension, to the Kingpin – on your hands. Last time you really thought about it all, your plan sort of petered out at finding Kevin’s friend – Norio or whatever. But that’s short-term at best. You’ve got Kevin’s share of the Jack, so there’s that. You might be able to return it, bullshit something up about the kids skipping town. But you can’t help but wonder how long that’d hold up, and how hard Creeper’d come down if it became known that you’d hadn’t been entirely honest. Maybe you could pay all back, somehow? Creeper’s a crook, and crooks don’t fight when they don’t have to. His ego’s likely a little sore, but enough interest could conceivably smooth that over. But where the hell would you ever get 800+ dollars? >Current Funds: $100.5>[ ] Go ‘home’. >[ ] Get some food.>[ ] Check out the local parks for Kev’s friend.>[ ] Try to get in touch with Creeper.>[ ] Wasn’t I gonna buy a stove or something…?>[ ] Write in.
>>27219876>>[ ] Check out the local parks for Kev’s friend.
Rolled 10 + 4>>27219876
>>27219876Also, you limey bastard, you said you'd be here on Friday!Thanks for showing up.
>>27219876>[x] Go ‘home’. Laura can help us find the girl
>>27219982Forgivunuss preasu. Also, let's get some consensussssss.
>>27220043Engrish?! Oh, it on, now.
>>27220043fine, I switch my vote>>27219988 to park
I'm gonna vote stove, because I'm helpful that way.
>>27220113Your sacrifice is noted. >[X] Check out the local parks for Kev’s friend.You decide to head on to the park. It’s closer than home, and if you curve through it at the right point you’re basically heading towards the scar anyhow. Might as well pass through, see what you can see an’ such. You get there at ten thirty, and spend a good few minutes basically loitering. Not many people about round this time of day, so it’s relatively quiet. The old paths bleed away under the snow, marked mostly by the intermitted procession of benches that stand alongside them. These places work fucking great with your abilities – single tone backgrounds are the easiest to duplicate. So easy, in fact, that your body used to just start fading out against them. Almost like you were sort of slipping away into the background.Of course, you’ve got more control, now, so that’s not likely to happen anytime. But right now it’s kinda nice to know that you can vanish even easier than usual. >Roll a D20 for investigation>+1 bonus for enhanced senses
Rolled 10 + 1>>27220259
Rolled 4 + 1>>27220259
>>27220259Hey, Crusty, what's the DC?
>>27220310No solid DC here. More like a spectrum of success. Anything over 8 will get you SOMETHING.
Rolled 18 + 1>>27220259
>>27220337Saved our asses.
>>27220337You cut along one of the open knolls, frozen grass crunching under your boots. Time to put yourself in the mind of a druggie mutant loser. Shouldn’t be hard, seeing as you’re already two-thirds of the way there. You check a few of the more manageable bushes, getting yourself pretty much covered in snow in the process. You were thinking she might’ve buried some of the goods, maybe head back for a refill once the heat of off, but you guess her stoned-ass brain isn’t really fizzing right for such complicated and nuanced plans, because none of the good spots have been disturbed.As you’re passing by one of the wooded areas, you find yourself snorting noisily, a sudden updraft bringing a sharp, nauseous scent up your nostrils. You lick the roof of your mouth – tastes kinda familiar. Jogging in the scent’s path, you make your way to a cluster of trees, where the smell lingers like a coppery aftershave. The snow is dappled with little flecks of darkening red. It’s not much, but it’s enough to attract your attention. >[ ] There’s a trail. Follow it.>[ ] Check out the immediate area. >[ ] Write in.
>>27220521>[x] There’s a trail. Follow it.
>>27220521>>[ ] There’s a trail. Follow it.
>>27220521>[x] There's a trail. Follow it.We bloodhound now.
>[X] There’s a trail. Follow it.Well, shit. It could just be a mugging. It’s not like your nose can pick out any Jack swimming in those little flecks of blood (that said, you’re pretty sure it couldn’t do that anyway). Could be nothing to do with you at all. Against your better judgement, you follow. The trail is sporadic, and it’s just little, timid spots occasionally marring the snow. Occasionally you have to rely entirely on your sense of smell, but the stuff is still relatively fresh in the air. The scent leads you out of the park, occasionally taking you through a weird, sudden bubble of nauseating ozone. Eventually you find yourself stopping amidst a huddle of other raggedy down-and-outs, and lo and behold, before you is a house of the Lord. Or the remains of one, anyhow. It got gutted out years ago and it’s been a homeless shelter ever since. Welp.>[ ] Just head in. You’re homeless, it’s a homeless shelter, you fit right in. >[ ] Fade out before stepping in. You don’t like these places.>[ ] Circle round, see if there’s another way in or something.>[ ] There's some guy with a register at the door. Ask if he's seen a girl matching the description you've got.>[ ] Write in.
>>27220521>[x] Check out the immediate area. then>[x] There’s a trail. Follow it.
>>27220736ask the guy at the register about the girl.
>>27220736>>[ ] There's some guy with a register at the door. Ask if he's seen a girl matching the description you've got.
>>27220736>>[ ] Circle round, see if there’s another way in or something.
>>27220736>[x] There's some guy with a register at the door. Ask if he's seen a girl matching the description you've got.
Rolled 3 + 4>>27220736>[ ] There's some guy with a register at the door. Ask if he's seen a girl matching the description you've got.
>[X] There's some guy with a register at the door. Ask if he's seen a girl matching the description you've got.“Hey! Hey, excuse me!” You shove through the cluster of puffy jackets and stained hoods, momentarily wishing that your enhanced sense of smell had some kind of off switch. “Excuse me!” The guy at the door – eurgh, he’s all clean and evangelical an shit, got his shirt rolled in and everything – shoots you a stare that lounges somewhere in the regions between disapproval and pity, and calmly tells you to wait in line. Man, fuck these guys.“No, look, I’m not here for shelter.” You elbow aside a particularly stubborn fellow and make it to the door. “I’m looking for someone. You, uh, seen an asian girl come through here? Seventeen, short, dyed hair…?” His disconnected pity is replaced momentarily by confusion. He looks you up and down. “…Blue hair?” “Yeah!” You nod. Phew, good luck there. You were gonna go with purple. “Yeah, that’s the one.”“Oh… well, yes, we she came in a few minutes ago. She’s a little hurt, but it’s nothing we couldn’t bandage. Still, I, er…” He gives you that long look again. What? “You’re… not her father, are you? He said he’d be picking her up himself on the phone.”Wait, what. >[ ] “I’m her brother. Adopted. Let me in.” >[ ] Kevin didn’t say shit about a father in the city. “What father?”>[ ] Screw this, you’re getting through this guy. Fade out and get in.>[ ] "Nope. Bye." Circle round back.>[ ] Write in.
>>27221029>>[ ] “I’m her brother. Adopted. Let me in.”
Rolled 16 + 4>>27221029>[ ] “I’m her brother. Adopted. Let me in.”
>>27221048>>27221052>>27221055Gimme a D20 for persuading this motherfucker.>DC13. >-1 modifier due to looking like a dirty hobo
Rolled 16 + 1>>27221106
Rolled 17 + 1>>27221106
Rolled 11 - 1>>27221106charming as hell
Rolled 5 + 1>>27221138I put minus in the field...
Rolled 12 - 1>>27221227oh, plus -1
So, anyone wanna bet it's not actually her dad he sspoke to on the phone?
>>27221292I think that's pretty obvious...
>>27221138>[X] Implausible Adopted Brother“I’m her brother. Adopted. Let me in.”“I, uh…” He glances over you again. “I should probably see some ID or something.” “Look, I got here right after you called, right? I’ve been looking for her all week. Now let me in.” Somehow, you strike a chord with him. Maybe he’s just not devoted enough to tussle with possibly some girl’s dealer or pimp or whatever – he is kinda scrawny. Maybe he’s stupid. Maybe you’re just the next Daniel Day-Lewis and your performance has blown him out of his shoes. Whatever the case, he lets you in and tells you to turn left up the first set of stairs. You hurry up there and turn into what looks like a small clinic. There’s a few beds lined along the walls, most of them filled by scrawny, frayed fellows sporting various little hurts. You spot the girl immediately (honestly? In this crowd, a pretty asian chick with neon blue hair is kinda hard to miss) – she’s curled up on one of the beds toward the middle of the room, shaking like a leaf. A volunteer or someone seems to trying to talk to her, with limited successes. >[ ] “Hey there, little sis! Been looking all over for you. How bout we head home, yeah?” >[ ] Fade. Wait till no one’s watching and try to get her out. >[ ] Talk to the volunteer.>[ ] Write in.
>>27221329>>[ ] Talk to the volunteer.
>>27221329>[x] Talk to the volunteer.Take 5 good Samaritan, maybe I can help.
>>27221329>>[ ] Fade. Wait till no one’s watching and try to get her out.
>>27221329Talk to the volunteer.
Rolled 11 + 4>>27221329>[ ] Talk to the volunteer.
>>27219876>>[x] Wasn’t I gonna buy a stove or something…?FUCKING HOT WATER AND HOT FUCKING INSTA RAMEN AND HOT TEA
>[X] Talk to the volunteer.“Hey, she alright?” The woman glances up from her patient, and again there’s that look of piteous disregard. That said, she was probably expecting some Chinese business dude in his mid-thirties, not a stinking tramp with his hood up and shades on indoors. You move over to the girl’s bedside. Yeesh, she’s not looking good. The padded bandage over her shoulder must be what led you to her, but beside that, she’s a greasy, sweaty mess of quivering paleness. Her forearms are clothed in a thin, dark red netting of scratches – an adverse reaction to the Jack, most likely. Her eyes are clamped shut, pupils racing under their lids. “Not great.” Mutters the volunteer/nurse/whatever the hell she is. “And you are…?” >[ ] “Her friend.”>[ ] “Her brother.”>[ ] “Someone who recognizes a Jack-in-the-box. She’s heading towards a bad trip.” >[ ] Write in.
>>27221567>>[ ] “Her brother.”
>>27221567>[X] “Someone who recognizes a Jack-in-the-box. She’s heading towards a bad trip.”
>>27221567>>[ ] “Her brother.”May as well keep the story straight.
>>27221567>[x] “Her brother.”
>>27221598>>27221617>>27221633D20 me again. Same DC as before.
>>27221533Either a little bit behind mate, or you're a huge fan of ramen.>>27221567Hmm. Not ssure here. What we choose likely depends on what we wanna try here. Help make sure she doesn't trip out? Jack-in-the-box spotter. Get her out of here ASAP? Friend or brother, though each will be harder to pull of believably. I'll go Brother for consistency.
>>27221567>[ ] “Someone who recognizes a Jack-in-the-box. She’s heading towards a bad trip.” "we need to get her out of here before ...tick, tick , boom"
Rolled 17>>27221654>>27221655HOLY FUCKING SHIT HOT CHAI TEA, GET FUCKING HYPE
>>27221665>>27221691>>27221704We Diplomancer now.
>>27221665>>27221691>>27221704HA HA HA looks like somebody's getting a skill-up in being a disgusting filthy liar.>writing
>>27221727Hey, we a mutant brother. That ain't no lie.
>>27221751We've even said we're an adopted brother.She just doesn't know she's adopted us yet.
>[X] “Brother.”“I’m her bother.” You reply, adding “Adopted” when you get a quizzical stare. You’re amazed by how well it works. Maybe it’s just too weird to deny? Maybe you’re blowing some minds here? Maybe that’s your true mutant power, blowing people’s minds with raw untruth. She moves over, giving you some room. “Our dad’ll be up soon. How’s she doing?” The woman sigs and tries to look apologetic. That’s not good. Or maybe she’s just lashing herself inwardly for failing to consider the complexities of the modern, multiracial family? “She’s been shot – just grazed, luckily. And we’re not really allowed to do bloodwork stuff here, but she’s clearly on something. Does… does she have a long history of substance abuse.” >[ ] “I have no fucking clue.”>[ ] “It’s Jack. The drug, I mean.”>[ ] “Looks like heroin withdrawal.”>[ ] “Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.” >[ ] Write in.Next post will be a little late.
>>27221888>>[ ] “Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.”
>>27221888>[X] “Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.”
>>27221888>[x] “Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.”
>>27221911>>27221918>>27221922>>27221929>>27221949Geez guys, come to a consensus already. [x] “Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright. Or maybe to a hospital..”
Rolled 1>>27222020tiebreaker time.1=“Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.”2=“Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.”
>>27222069Ah, darn. I was rooting for the second one.
>>27221911>>27221918>>27221922>>27221929>>27221949It's beautiful...Gimme a quick roll, guys. Perception this time.>DC12>+1 for enhanced senses
Rolled 6 + 1>>27222206
Rolled 13 + 1>>27222206
Rolled 3 + 1>>27222206I SEE STUFF.
Rolled 12>>27222206shit, it's Creeps isn't it?Also, why is captcha all numbers lately?
Rolled 9 + 1>>27222206
Rolled 15 + 1>>27222206
>>27222237>rucky rucky>[X] “Not sure."“Not sure, she’s been missing for a while. I just wanna get her home, if that’s alright.” Come on, girl. Let’s not make this any worse than it already is. You’re not exactly looking forward to carrying a twitching, sweating mess downstairs, but you’ve really gotta go.“Well, I’d rather wait for her father, if you don’t mind.” Urgh, seriously? “We have some serious matters to discuss here. Your sister has clearly become involved in something very traumatic, and it might be best that she stays in a kind, supportive environment, at least until we can determine why she left home. You can tell me if anything at home might have made her feel that she had to leave”– Yadda yadda yadda yadda… Suddenly, your ears perk up under your hood (thankfully she doesn’t notice), something cutting through the monotonous – if well-intentioned – drone. You can hear footsteps heading up the doors, and a voice you recognize from downstairs. “…can’t apologize enough. He said he was her brother. Don’t worry, we’ve called the police…” Shit. >[ ] “Okay look I’m a mutant and she’s a mutant and we need to get out now.” >[ ] Grab her, run for the window.>[ ] Grab her, run for the stairs. Maybe you can bull through.>[ ] Fade out, make yourself scarce.>[ ] Write in.
>>27222499>>[ ] Grab her, run for the window.
>>27222499Fade out, watch.If it's her real dad, she might be better off with him than us.
>>27222499>[ ] Grab her, run for the window.Well I'd love to stay and chat but-I;M OUTTA HERE (with her)Plus my money is that it is not her 'Dad' coming for her
>>27222499>>[ ] Write in.Can we excuse ourselves to the toilet and invisible there?
>>27222499>>[x] “Okay look I’m a mutant and she’s a mutant and we need to get out now.”Lower glasses, intimidating eye contact and bolt the fuck outta there
>>27222571wouldn't that cause people to freak out and stone us?
>>27222499When the guy shows up just call him out."You, here, sit.""I need her to come back to her senses before she goes anywhere, she's in trouble with some bad dudes."
>>27222724This seems like it's heading in the right direction, though an improved write-in suggestion from anyone would go down well.
>[X] “Okay look I’m a mutant and she’s a mutant and we need to get out now.” >[X] Grab her, run for the window.>[X] Written in stuff.“Okay, look.” You grab the woman by the shoulders and bodily move her aside, ignoring the obligatory indignant gasp. In the same motion, you let your shades slide a little down your nose, and there is another, very different gasp. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m a mutant, she’s a mutant, and we have to go right now. Understood?” She nods frantically, like she’s expecting heat rays to come lancing out of your eyes or… mind blasts or something. If fucking only. If you had mind powers you’d probably be president or something.You scoop the girl up – urk, she’s seriously rank with sweat, holy shit – and dash toward the window. God, you hope that window leads somewhere relatively soft. “Hey, you – hey!” You nearly blinker out through sheer adrenaline. But can’t do that. Can’t let anyone know that the girl’s mutant rescuer was an INVISIBLE mutant rescuer. That raises some unpleasant questions about you. “Hey, get back here!” BANG! Someone screams. The window up ahead bursts open. Holy shit, gun, gun. Fuck. It’s split-second now. There’s an open window opposite the one you’re about to drive out of – apartments or something. You might be able to make it. Maybe. It’s either that or go straight down and hope that something soft is waiting for you.>[ ] Make the leap. You can do it.>[ ] Don’t be stupid. Just drop.>[ ] Write in.
>>27222894>>[ ] Make the leap. You can do it.Captcha: elfsses passIndeed, we do.
>>27222894>>[ ] Don’t be stupid. Just drop.I think the girl would be too heavy to jump with.
>>27222894>[ ] Make the leap. You can do it.
>>27222499>>[ ] “Okay look I’m a mutant and she’s a mutant and we need to get out now.”she look about 1/2 way to a bad jack Boom! please help me get her out of here.
>>27222894>Make the leap. You can do it."Should have purchased enhanced ~streeeeeeength~!"
>>27222894>>[ ] Make the leap. You can do it.spend Karma
>>27222894>[x] Make the leap. You can do it.
>>27223017karma's only for fails, not preempting them
>>27222954>>27222979>>27222998>>27223017>>27223024>DC 16>+1 bonus for your overflowing COURAGE
Rolled 17 + 1>>27223066Leap in a single bound!
Rolled 4>>27223074Made it!>>27223066
Rolled 15>>27223066>>27223091>>27223074HOLY FUCKING SHIT DOUBLE MOTHERFUCKING SEVENTEEN
>>272231141/20 chance of getting doubles of any number between 1-20.
>>27223161That doesn't sound right but I'm too lazy to actually calculate the statistical probability of two sets of the same number occurring within a set number of test.
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=COYRxf13tIgYou’re not gonna make it. You’re not gonna fucking make it. Holy shit this is a terrible idea. Your boot hits the windowsill. Your head is telling you that this is a bad idea but you’re already pushing off. Girl’s gonna weigh you down. You’re gonna land on your goddamn neck and Creeper’s not even gonna have to bother making an example out of you, because you’ll have done that for him. You sail through the air. Your veins are burning with fear and stupidity and exhilaration. You’re in the wind for a second, and then it comes rushing towards you, faster than you ever could have expected. You’re gonna make it. You land hard, just enough thought remaining in your head to prompt you into a roll. Your ribs complain profusely and you think you’ve skinned your elbows on something, and – man, haha, wow, this guy’s desk is fucked, shit – but you didn’t go down. You made it. Yes! Then the girl starts screaming in your arms, scratching at you with all her strength.No! >[ ] Try to calm her down. >[ ] Drag her behind something.>[ ] Just hold on tight and try to get out.>[ ] Write in.
>>27223257>[ ] Just hold on tight and try to get out.
>>27223257>>[ ] Try to calm her down.
>>27223257>>[ ] Try to calm her down."Don't worry! I know Wither."
>>27223318don't call him wither. what's his real name?
>>27223257drop her ass in the snow and say "you gotta run bitch Creeper is coming 4 you
>[X] Get her to chill.“Ow, shit!” You grab her wrists, trying to keep her nails the hell away from your pretty face. She’s scratching at you, you think – her eyes aren’t even open. She’s just going berserk at mostly nothing, the problem being that you’re in the way of nothing. “Hey, look, I know Kevin, alright!?” She pushes against you hysterically. She bucks, and kicks, and even tries to bite. “I know Kevin! I’m Kevin’s friend!” You’re not sure that really did anything, to be honest. She gets quiet, but it seems more like she tired herself out than anything else. She droops against you like a wilting, bright blue flower. A reeking, sweaty blue flower. You can feel tears and drool and possibly mucus soaking through your hoodie. >Perception Check>DC12 >+1 Enhanced Senses bonus
Rolled 17 + 1>>27223557
Rolled 1 + 1>>27223557PERCEIVING. PLEASE WAIT A MOMENT.
Rolled 10 + 1>>27223557fucccckk
>>27223573You dirty fucker.
>>27223557"It's alright, we're going to see Kevin. Just hang on and we'll be there in a minute."
>>27223573>CRITICAL FAILUh oh...
>>27223586Ah well, just slap some Karma on it.
>>27223616Oh yeah.We should use Karma.
Rolled 4>>27223557Quick try to get a 20!
>>27223616>>27223617This is possible.Does anyone else want to drop a point of karma here?
>>27223661do it. we got plenty to spare.
>>27223661yes pleaseI don't wanna be mosquito meeting a bug zapper
>>27223661Drop that karma
>>27223670>>27223681>>27223689>>27223691Okay then. Reroll that shit. Note that you cannot get a Crit Fail on a karma roll, though you can still fail the normal way.You have two remaining karma points.
Rolled 3>>27223725everyone chill the fuck out. I got this.
Rolled 17 + 1>>27223725don't fail me now
stop rolling. we're in the clear.
>>27223736>>27223745>karmic success“It’s alright. It’s alright…” Christ, she’s covering you in drool. How can one tiny asian girl produce this much slobber? Is that her mutant power? Enhanced saliva? Because if it is Kevin was most certainly lying when he sai – Corner of your eye. Back at the window to the shelter. Ohshit.You fall flat against the floor. The gunshot barks over your head, boring a hole through the wall beside you. Shit, that would’ve gone straight through your neck… You scamper behind a nearby sofa, dragging your slobbery princess with you. She’s gone limp now – you’re not sure if that’s good or bad, but it’s easier, at least. >[ ] Make a break for the door.>[ ] You’ve still got that dart gun thingy, and it’s still good for six shots. Return fire. >[ ] Write in.
>>27223872>[ ] Make a break for the door.
>>27223872shoot the fucker.
>>27223872>>[ ] You’ve still got that dart gun thingy, and it’s still good for six shots. Return fire.pop pop popmaking motherfuckers drop
>>27223892>Shooting an invisible man>>27223872>[x] Make a break for the door.
>>27223915is it Creeper chasing us?I thought it was one of his goons
>>27223942Well, you don't know if Creeper's there or not.But you could see the guy who shot at you. You wouldn't have noticed Creeper.
At present we have a draw. Gimme the tiebreaker, somebody.
Rolled 1>>272240481, run2, shoot.
>>27223914barring any sudden additions, assuming the tiebreaker roll(s) don't countI'll change my vote to run
>[X] Run.You have a gun, of sorts. You have a gun. But you’re not John Wayne. Not today, anyway. You tighten your grip around the girl and make a break for the door. The gunfire snaps through the air again and you’re sure you’re about to lose something very dear to you, but you make it into the hallway beyond. Not far now – you just gotta get out of this place, get down the stairs, and get home. Nothing in your way now.Outside, sirens blare over the sounds of the city.>[ ] Huddle up and wait it out. Seems like nobody’s home.>[ ] Look for a fire escape.>[ ] Head out the main door. You look like a victim here, not a criminal. At a glance, anyway.>[ ] Write in.
>>27224238>[ ] Look for a fire escapeno cops! the shelter already called about us
>>27224238>>[ ] Look for a fire escape.
Rolled 2>>27224238>[ ] Look for a fire escape.
You know what? Fuck the po-lice. You’ve been through enough shit today – you’re not dealing with Officer Doughnut and Officer Bagel failing to come to any of the right conclusions and putting a few more shots in your direction. Cops. Why couldn’t it be Spider-Man or someone?You root around the apartment for an alternate exit, eventually deciding on the window out of what appears to be some kid’s room. Unfortunately, there’s no fire escape, but there is a balcony right beneath you, and a car right beneath that, and they prove to be admirable stand-ins.You run a good few yards before stopping for breath in a little side-street comfortably far from any main roads. Man, that shit was close. You’re pretty much praying that nobody liable to string a coherent story together saw your face back there, because if they did, that’s a target right in the middle of your back. The girl’s not twitching anymore. You put her down, and let yourself slide back against a nice soft brick wall. You guess it was worth it. Not everyday you get to be a her– You nearly jump out of your skin as what must be every single car alarm on this side of the Daily Bugle goes off at once. Jesus Christ. You clamp your hands down over your ears – the noise is fucking defeating. It gutters up and down like a cat trying to sing, stuttering in and out of pitches you didn’t even know those alarms could do, until, finally, it all stops at once. Fuck. Ow. The hair stands up on your neck. And your arms, and your chest, and basically everywhere. A corona of blue light begins to swell over the girl’s skin, little electrical sparks flying at the tips of her fingers, stark lines of crackling light over her lips, atop her head, under her eyes. It builds, welling up, convulsing, spitting, growing in intensity like some kind of deep, electrical yawn. Like some kind of… Surge.------------------------------------------------>THREAD 05: END
>Congratulations! You jumped out of a window. You’re officially hardcore!>Congratulations! You’ve saved Noriko Ashida! Try not to fry now!>Congratulations! Your repeated use of Enhanced Senses and daring feats have earned you an X-Point. The list of available abilities to spend it on will be up momentarily!>Congratulations! You’ve earned a Skill Boost! You may choose to gain a +1 bonus in either Perception, Persuasion, or Empathy!
>>27224887Skill boost Perception, please.
>>27224873Did I forget mah picture?I fucking did, didn't I?Oh well.
>>27224887+1PerceptionAlso, going to go ahead and vote for improving our camo (or, rather, putting the point towards improving our camo)
There are three types of powers you can purchase in Homeless Mutant Quest! CORE POWERS, which are the bread and butter of your powerset, SECONDARY POWERS, which are additional abilities or powers from other sets that are also appropriate to yours, and TERTIARY POWERS, which are powers only tangentially related to yours. All can be purchased and levelled, but Tertiary Powers can never be maxed out. Powers have five levels… except when they don’t.The powers currently available to you are:CORE POWERS: >Invisibility Lvl3>Enhanced Senses Lvl2SECONDARY POWERS: >Enhanced Agility Lvl1>Claws & Fangs Lvl1>Adhesive Touch Lvl1>Pheromone Manipulation Lvl1>Envenomed Touch Lvl1>Paralytic Touch Lvl1 >Vampiric Touch Lvl1 >Light Armour (scales) Lvl1>Phasing Lvl1TERTIARY POWERS: >Enhanced Strength Lvl1>Healing Factor Lvl2>Medium Armour (carapace) Lvl1>Electrostatic Touch Lvl1You have one point to spend. First level powers cost one point, second level powers cost two, and so on. The exceptions are your Core Powers, which cost one less than usual.
>>27224943I don't think we have enough points to improve camo.
Also, shouldn't this thread probably be called "New X-Men Quest, Days Of Future Past Hobo Prequel Edition"That being said, keep up the good work.
>>27224972I'm personally for saving up on the XP, but if there was anything i'd want to level up right now, it would be Enhanced Senses
>>27224987You're probably right. I only ever really intended for the Wither and Surge to be a certainty, but seeing as you have X-23 too...
>>27224972does the invisibility skill include the ability to make us look human?
Ohhh, super-meta idea.We should pick up Vampiric Touch.See, we hung out with Laura, picked up fast healing.We hung out with Wither, pick up Vampiric touch.We Chameleon Chameleon, our powers mimic those around us.
>>27224987Prof X I miss u
>>27225026Nope. Next level would be true invisibility. As in, no shadow. Level 4 is taking people into the effect, Level 5 is taking whole structures into the effect.
>>27225044Wither's power is actually disintegration, but that's an interesting idea.I guess it'd explain your bizarre array of secondary mutations, haha.
Guys, let's save up on XP to move on to fully Invisible. Then maybe we can branch out to more things.Captcha: efficiency hgddcaIndeed.
>>27225055so were forever a lizard person?dang Adhesive touchim assuming that lets us climb walls
>>27225087Spider man's going to get mad at us. that's /his/ schtick.
>>27224887>Persuasion,and bank the point
>>27225087Yes, that's what that does. I guess if you have enough force you can also use it to Mark of Kaine people. Later levels are like Mayday Parker's adhesive touch (i.e. the effect spreads, causing people to stick to stuff you're touching).
>>27225095well it would have been useful for getting the fuck outta there today just jump on the wall jump down and leg it
I totally agree with perceptionbut I want to do Enhanced senses
Okay, so, you guys clearly want Perception as your skill boost. Done, you are now extra perceptive.On the mutation side of thing, people are looking at Enhanced Senses, Adhesive Touch, and Save Up.So. Post 1 for Enhanced Senses, 2 for Adhesive Touch, and 3 to save the point for later.
Oh also ask questions or whatever. I'm here to answer for a while.
>>272252261>>27225236is the x-men line up old school original 5 or more along Giant size uncanny? or is it an original flavor?
>>27225236Ok, I have a few questions.1. Has the Punisher been sighted anywhere around here?2. Do we know where Xavier's school is?3. are there any other laws about mutants we should know about?
>>27225271We’re somewhere around Morrison’s run, maybe a bit later. Things are a little different, though.Presently the main X-Men is composed of Scott Summers, Emma Frost, Hank McCoy, Poitr Rasputin, Ororo Munroe and – wait for it – Kaine Parker. There are some other teams, though.
>>27225340When's the next thread happening
>>272252931. Yes. He's been operating in NY for a while. All fear the White Skull.2. Nope. The X-Men aren't public yet in this universe.3. Welp, you can be prosecuted for entering or using certain public and/or private institutions. You're not allowed to have a passport or to travel between states. You're not allowed to own any kind of firearm. You're not allowed to use your powers.
>>27225254>>27225266>>27225271>>27225286Enhanced Senses takes it.Homeless Mutant Quest will return on Tuesday, same Brit-Time, same Brit-Channel.
>>27225413Seriously broget a twitter not everybody goes to the generalI would have missed this thread if I didn't have insomnia last night
>>27225439...Fine. Alright. I hate twitter. But I'll do it. For you guys.
>>27225481'sokay, O Crusty One. You're not alone.
I hope we meet Rockslide...
>>27225481so, crusty, how's that twitter account coming along?
>>27226012I'm not entirely sure. Technology is scary man.https://twitter.com/CrustyJayDo the twitter thing or whatever. Follow. Tweet. I don't know.
>>27226349see you tuesday