Any other items of interest in the room?

>>10092107
>Any other items of interest in the room?

Your gun, in its holster, and some car keys are resting on a table beside the bed. There's a door to a bathroom on the side but there's nothing in there that you wouldn't expect.

Trip just for clarity.

Check pockets. Maybe you left some notes or something in them?

Also, get the gun holster & keys.

>>10092194
Gun+keys got.

You find two things inside the interior pocket of your coat.

1) A note that says "Meeting with Spiggy: 23:30 at Bertolucci's on Tuesday the 22nd."
2) A receipt for the motel room, for 5 days, marked the 23rd.

Maybe we should head to Bertoluccis, we might remember something. We can look for this spiggy character there, too.

>>10092269
that was several days ago though if we've been knocked out for aw hile after the meeting. and something about that meeting or whatever has beene happening made us go into hiding. is it a good idea to go somewhere so public already?

>>10092269
What day is it first? I'm guessing we've already met the Spig-meister, so I doubt we'd find him/her/it. Might be able to ask someone about our meeting, though...

>>10092269
>>10092296
>>10092304

To confirm: the receipt marks the day you arrived as the 23rd, so it was the morning after the meeting.

>>10092269

We're in the dark right now. The sooner we get our memory back, the sooner we can figure out what the hell we're doing. Besides, we seem to be a pretty capable gent, with our sidearm and demon summon abilities. Lets go with our gut.

>>10092328

Me btw.

>We're in the dark right now. The sooner we get our memory back, the sooner we can figure out what the hell we're doing. Besides, we seem to be a pretty capable gent, with our sidearm and demon summon abilities. Lets go with our gut.

Alright then. You leave the room and find yourself in a hallway with a whole bunch of other motel rooms. You go to the end of the hall, see the desk clerk reading one of the funnies. You exit the motel and see that you're an inner city shithole. There's a couple of cars parked on the other side of the road but there's nothing wrong with your longterm memory so you recognise yours immediately. A glance at your watch tells you it's just a little past 22:00. The sky is clear and the moon is full.

What do, where to?

enter car. examine!

>>10092427
Bertolucci's. Ask if anyone remembers seeing us with some other person on the 22nd.

>>10092502
here
I'd also like to agree with >>10092519

>>10092427
You step in, sit down and the seat seems to be molded to you. The smells are so familiar to you. Under the seat you find a small wooden box and upon opening it you find a couple of items.

1) Ammunition of the same calibre. Most made of lead, 7 of silver and 1 of gold.
2) A crucifix.
3) A scroll with some script written on it in a language you don't understand or recognise.

As you're examining the box, you hear the shrill scream of a terrified woman echo from building to building, on street level. Somewhere nearby something bad is happening.

>>10092557
Being a private dick, you can't let this scream go unnoticed. Take the extra ammo (and possibly the crucifix) and then TO THE RESCUE!

Load two silver bullets into the gun, leaving the rest normal. Note the chambers the bullets are in. Go off to find the cause of the disturbance, by car or foot, whichever is faster.

>>10092519
Sorry, I missed your post while writing my previous one. I'll assume this is also you:

>Being a private dick, you can't let this scream go unnoticed. Take the extra ammo (and possibly the crucifix) and then TO THE RESCUE!

Right. You grab the ammunition as noted by (>>10092589) and try to track down where the sound is coming from. You run to the alley nearest you but that isn't it. She screams again, this time you can hear what she's shouting. "HELP. ANYONE!"

Her screams help you locate her. You enter the mouth of another alley the next block down. At the end of it you see a woman crawling backwards on her hands. She's very quickly nearing a dead end. In front of her is a demon. You get a brief flash and realised this is the imp you summoned. He hasn't noticed you yet. He's leering attention is focused fully on the woman. Her eyes widen as she notices your silhouette by the street.

>>10092642
>Her eyes widen as she notices your silhouette by the street
Well fuck, that's going to give us away. In that case, attack the bastard thing.

Which raises a good point, do we know if our weaponry is going to be effective?

>>10092642

What works with an imp, if anything?

Hold up the crucifix and command the imp to desist.

>>10092642
lets not do anything rash, we did summon this demon for a reason. maybe we should try to communicate with it, see if we can figure out why we summoned it in the first place. of course, if he makes a quick move, i say we put .32 caliber round of ENDURING JUSTICE into his skullcap.

>>10092692
Agreed. Talk to it, but keep our revolver's sights trained on the bugger.

>>10092679
>>10092692

These. let's not make any rash moves other than to protect ourselves. It's also got to do with why we summoned the imp ourselves - we should try finding out.

>>10092756

>>10092679
>Hold up the crucifix and command the imp to desist.

>Talk to it, but keep our revolver's sights trained on the bugger.

The imp didn't actually notice that her eyes had widened at the sight of you, he just thought the woman was scared of him. When you command him to desist he turns around and looks at you. Then he laughs.

"Hahaha. You bloody wankah! I'm on holiday in the second circle when you summon me into an incomplete circle. So awright. I roll with the times, innit? I make this my holiday, I break for it and have my fun for a couple of nights. A bit of a slap and tickle with some lassies. But now you come with a bloody crucifix? Am I a vampire? You wound me sirrah, you wound me!"

He takes a couple of steps away from the woman and faces you fully.

"You better walk away geezer. I did you a favour by not slitting your throat when I knocked you out. Why don't you forget you ever saw me?"

>>10092816
Ask him why we summoned him. Do we remember any demonic rituals? Like something we can use to bind him on-the-fly?

>>10092816

Oh, so crucifix doesn't work. Fair enough.

'Tell me something. I can forget I ever saw you. But I'm not sure why I asked you to come in the first place. You remember, I don't. Give me what I want from you, and you're free to go on a nice holiday from hell. How's that sound?'

>>10092839
Worth a shot, but we all know what the hell the little shit-bag is going to say and do.

>>10092870
here. Would also like to add that if push comes to shove, a bullet in one of the limbs tends to do wonders.

>>10092881

We can't risk just wounding and enraging an imp which could probably kill us easily. I think we shoot to kill, or just not shoot at all...

>>10092839
>>10092866
>>10092870
>>10092881
>>10092839
>>10092866

"Why the cunting fuck would I know why you called me up? Maybe if you weren't such a bumbling amacha, next time you summon summat you'll make a circle that can hold them so they don't escape before you ask them your bleeding questions."

Also. Regarding the magic system. Keeping in mind that you're not a badass wizard, just a dick who's been around the block a couple of times and picked up a couple of useful tricks, do the like the Boss did and suggest something and I'll let you know if you're capable of it or not.

As it is, you know how to banish it (if it stays in one place long enough which is what the circle was for) but you don't know how to bind it.

>>10092895
Fair point. I was kinda hoping we could somehow intimidate the little toe-rag.

>>10092921
Me. Posting in a different thread without a trip. Keeping it straight is confusing man.

>>10092921

How do we banish it? Specifically, does it require arm waving and chanting, or is it just a mental invocation?

If it's the latter, let's ask him some more questions.

'Man, you're right, aren't you? But please enlighten me. Come on. I'll only take five minutes of your time. Did I tell you nothing when I summoned you?'

Meanwhile, think up the invocation!

Ask him his name, what was he doing when we summoned him. Do we remember anything about imps in general, like how we can hurt/kill them?

>>10092971
You desperately try to remember how to banish what you summon. Somehow you recall last time you summoned an otherworldy creature, it was a fire elemental. Your circle was fine that time and so the 30 second chant that you have to say out loud to banish it was. There are no shortcuts unfortunately, not for the likes of you anyway.

>Ask him his name, what was he doing when we summoned him.
>Man, you're right, aren't you? But please enlighten me. Come on. I'll only take five minutes of your time. Did I tell you nothing when I summoned you?'

"Mate, I ain't inclined to give you the State of the Union address. Either get out of my face or I will drag you to fucking hell." The imp seems convinced that you're not going to leave quitely so it's breathing in heavily. Every breath seems to make it slightly larger. A couple of seconds since it stopped talking and it's already gained at least 10 pounds and a few inches.

>>10093063
So there's no easy way of getting rid of it, and it's not going to actually help us.

Blast the fucker. Better to try and take it down when we know where it is than to get prepared and THEN have to hunt for it.

>>10093063
"Drag me to fucking hell? Now you're just pulling my fucking leg". Blast the fucker.

>>10093063

Oh god I only said to delay him if it took less than that! But never mind. We retreat.

He is going to go for the girl. And then that might be our chance.

>>10093273
Actually, this guy has a good idea.

Bugger off, see if he goes back to the woman, THEN blast him.

>>10093183
>>10093114

>>10093114
Just as you've made the decision to blast it, it starts running towards you.

You shoot it. The first silver bullet leaves your revolver (you've got 2 silver 5 lead just so you know, it holds 7 in total and you've got quite a few clanging around in your pocket) and flies through the air straight at the imp.

A sigil carved into the side of the handle of your gun begins to glow as you shoot the first shot. This sparks a flash in your memory of you sitting in front of a bench in ... your home? your office? ... somewhere, carving the sigil and chanting over and over. You can't remember what it does but you remember the word that activates the spell.

>"Epsilon."

But maybe it isn't necessary quite yet. The imp is hit by the first silver bullet right in the center of the chest. You have a remarkably good aim! The imp comes to a halt and looks at you in surprise. You shoot again in the same spot and he falls backwards and lays on the ground.

You've brought the imp down and it's already beginning to shrivel to its original size. But it's still on this plane. But it's choking on its own blood.

The woman is still in shock and crying uncontrollably.

>>10093297
Banish it, for the love of god, BANISH IT!

>>10093297
I wasn't sure if it was the silver or the bullets themselves that dropped him, but I had no intention of losing that advantage. So I did the only logical thing: I bluffed.
"More where that came from. Now spill the beans and fuck off".

>>10093355

This! Tell the woman 'GET UP!' and then banish it while keeping gun trained on it.

>>10093365

No! No time to talk. Gunshots are loud, we might have been heard. Banish it. Make sure the woman is safe. Then *we* fuck off.

>>10093297

Also, we have a 7 shot revolver? That's actually.... a nice touch. Good choice, OP.

First things first, we banish it. We can always summon it up again later, should we remember why.

We should interrogate the woman, ask her name and what she was doing when she was attacked. Maybe she knows something.

>This! Tell the woman 'GET UP!' and then banish it while keeping gun trained on it.

As you stand over the imp and begin to chant, blood begins to pour out of his mouth. For the first time since you laid eyes on him, he is without the air of friendly malevolence. Without a trace of accent he says, "I may not know your true name but I know the stench of your soul. I swear by the blood of my lord Abdiel, I will find you and make you pay for this pain."

You take a couple of steps back and the ground surrounding the imp begins to dissolve as he is claimed by the pit. Like a stone dropping in water, there are ripples in the rock as reality bends momentarily, but like the water it's calm again soon. It's like he was never there, even the blood is gone.

>No! No time to talk. Gunshots are loud, we might have been heard. Banish it. Make sure the woman is safe.

You walk over to the woman and help her stand up. She is still gibbering but makes it clear she isn't far from where she lives
.
>We should interrogate the woman, ask her name and what she was doing when she was attacked. Maybe she knows something.

She doesn't know shit. All she knows is that two other girls were murdered in the previous nights and she was about to be the third. She's not in the mood to talk to you. She runs away, presumably in the direction of where she lives.

>Then *we* fuck off.

You promptly fuck off.

>>10093515
She's probably just some random broad this little shit stain decided to fuck with.

>>10092519
Right, now that we fucked off, to Bertolucci's!

>>10093562

Probably.

The girl is running off? Set off after her. Do we know which street or avenue or alley this one is, so we can come back to search for clues?

>>10093661
Actually, not. Maybe we should go back to the hotel and clean our bloody head a bit? A shower would be good just about now.

>>10093689
>>10093668

Either of this seems okay.

I'm starting to think we should head back to our house. Maybe we left notes or something. Sure, possibly dangers, but hey, we have a magic gun and a cross. Bring that shit on.

Let's go with house.

i think we should return to our house or our office, we should also investigate these murders, find out it the imp we summoned did it or something else

>>10093668
She doesn't run off so much as stagger away in shock and fear. You follow her quietly and see her walk safely up the steps into her house, a couple of blocks away. You know where she lives, where your hotel is, where the alley was.

>Maybe we should go back to the hotel and clean our bloody head a bit? A shower would be good just about now.

You walk back in and the desk clerk is still reading the funnies. He doesn't even bother to look at you. You clean up the wound on your head, wash your face and head back out.

You enter the car and begin to drive.

OK. 2 people have said Bertolucci's and 2 have said House. Vote please.

>>10093836
house

>>10093836
>2 people said Bertolucci's
Actually, consider >>10092519 and >>10093661 to be samefag.

>>10093836
if we know where we live, lets go there

Voting for house again. Lets see if we got any more anti-demonic armaments. Come on laser-chaingun.

Alright, house it is.

You enter the car and begin to drive. As you begin to drive you see a couple of signs and street names and realise you're not in Chicago. You're in a medium sized town about 2 hours outside the city limits. Both the house and Bertolucci's are back in Chicago.

The time it takes to drive gives you some time to think and try to remember more. You're starting to get flashes of what you were up to but it's still too indistinct to put together coherently. Was it a missing person? A missing object? A cheating wife? Something started you down this dangerous road but it's still unclear.

You arrive in the city and soon enough find yourself near your neighbourhood. And just as you're you're approaching the corner to the road which is yours, you notice a rather dark looking vehicle parked about two houses down from yours. You've never seen it before. Nobody on your road owns that kind of car.

More importantly there are two people inside

>>10093836
Home. I doubt we're going to get much info other than "Yeah, you've been here with some other guy" at the restaurant.

Should I go back to trying to write requests in that silly noir-esque style, by the way?

>>10093999

Stop the car short. Observe.

>>10094023
Be casual about it. Don't draw unnecessary attention to ourselves.

>>10093999

nice trips and . . .

keep driving, go around the block, park at least two blocks away. We're gonna sneak into the house as long as we don't spot anyone else

>>10094056

This. Unless there is another way we know to get to our house? Then we can give them the slip, or try, and go home.

>>10094056
>>10094023
Alright. You keep driving past your road and slow to a halt, parking just on the other side. Looking back and to the left of your car you can see the back of theirs.

They're not parked right under the street light so you can only tell that one man is smaller than the other, although that isn't saying much since the other is a fucking hulk of a man. They just sit there not saying much to each other. The bigger man whips out a cigarette and starts smoking. In the brief moment the match is lit you make a couple of details, the bigger man has tusks. The smaller one gets visibly annoyed and says something to make the tusked one put it out.

Now what do you want to do?

>>10094080

i like it. we should be prepared for them to have observation everywhere, though. we don't know who or what we're dealing with yet.

on second thought, i dont like this. maybe we should try bertullicis or whatever. no point in letting them know we're back in town so quickly.

>>10094017
>Should I go back to trying to write requests in that silly noir-esque style, by the way?

No way man. Go nuts. Have fun.

>>10094202
Erm. Misread that. Thought it said should I STOP doing that. I'm an idiot. Ignore me.

>>10094233
Do we know anyone else that can help us? Anyone we may have talked to about our job? Or someone who's helped us in the past that we can trust?

>>10094277

You sit in the car and ponder the situation. Who is Richard Brown? Who would he talk to about this case. You know for sure that you're a meticulous note taker. Something about the disastrous year you spent as a disastrous news reporter rubbed off on you. You still had a couple of contacts at the Tribune and even a few in the police but your notes. That would be the key to remembering. Maybe all of it wouldn't come back but anything was better than nothing.

>>10094389
Do we remember where we left them? If its in the house, I say we wait til nightfall, and as carefully as a private eye knows how, sneak in via a window to avoid suspician. We should take care to note anyone else watching from other positions.

>>10094389

who do you know in the police force?
find a pay phone, have them send a car to your house just to scare the two in the dark car away

>>10094157
Goons watching my house. Just what the hell have I gotten myself into? Must've searched my place, no sense going there right now. Maybe once they're gone.
Bertolucci's sounds like a fancy place. Can't go there without cash. Spiggy. Is he one of my permanent contacts, or did he only come in on this case? I tried to remember.

>>10094432
It's already night, it's about 00:30 at the moment. You can't remember exactly where you left them but if they're not with you the only other place they can be would be in the safe in your house. You never leave sensitive documents at the office.

>>10094455
In the police you know a couple of guys who you've done favours for over the years but the one who trusts you the most is Detective Grayne. You helped him track down an elf-stolen child 2 years ago.

>>10094452
Spig is a random asshole you've met over the years, mostly makes a living by gambling. Loses constantly, wins big occasionally. This you know, but how he could've possibly had vital information you don't know.

What do gentlemen?

>>10094508

I say the notes. Noone knows us better then ourself.

>>10094539
Since no one seems to disagree how do you want to do it?

>>10094508
My last lead went up in smokes. I should check if they found my stash back home, but not with those guys out front. At first a thought of calling the cops on them from the nearest payphone crossed my mind, but I decided against it. Who knows if they've got friends I haven't seen yet.
They shouldn't be expecting me in my office. Whoever "they" are. The hope of finding anything there was slim, but it was a hope.

>>10094610
Change my vote to this, because I can hear that voice in my head.

>>10094610
>>10094630
Gotcha. Nicely done.

So that was that. The house was under watch by who knew who many. No point in risking that.

So you drive away quietly, only turning on the headlights after you're clear of the street your on. You make your way down town and find yourself nearing your office building. Mindful of the lesson you just learnt, you drive cautiously several times around the block to make sure no one was keeping an eye on the place.

You park two blocks away and walk the distance to the building. Still cautious you go around the back and mutter a couple of words that opens the door. It's a good thing the owner of the building trusts you. Again you're cautious and you take several flights of stairs instead of the lift. Once on your floor you open the door to the hallway and come to an abrupt halt.

All the lights on the floor are turned off. Except for yours. The glass is just a little opaque so you can see the silhouette inside. It's a woman. And she's sitting down in front of your desk, facing way from you. She's smoking and seems quite relaxed. As if she's expecting company.

>>10094610

This sounds good, yeah.

Nice noir-esque writing there.

go in like i own the place

>>10094630
>>10094750
>>10094732
I'm flattered. Never watched or read anything noir before, just stitching the odd bits from here and there together. I'm afraid I have to fuck off to bed now, though. You keep this thread going and don't forget to archive it when you're done.
Thanks for running it, Mephisto.

Oh, before I go - and movie/book advice so next time I actually know what I'm doing?

>>10094822
we do own the place
at least rent it.

>>10094732

Open the door carefully. 'Ma'am? Good evening, ma'am.'

Sit down. Be relaxed.

'What can I do for you? Wasn't aware my office was open, but good for you - and me.'

dont be dead please

>>10094822
>>10094850
As a matter of fact you do own the place, or pretty much anyway. After talking a suicidal cherub off a ledge, and thus saving the building from the resultant explosion caused by such a death, the owner refuses to take rent money off you.

So you walk in. Calm. Smooth. Open the door, walk in.

"Why, Mr. Brown." she turns around to face you as you walk in. She's a stunner. 10 years ago she would've been a blonde bombshell. Now she was even better. She'd been around the kind of people that pretty girls don't last long around. She'd clearly lasted. She has a pleasant smile on her face, but you can tell straight away she's a shark. A smart, sexy shark.

"What a pleasure to see you. I do hope you don't mind me arriving before you?"

"When I induce these visions in myself I do find it ever so difficult to pinpoint the exact times."

You take off your coat and hat, put them on the coat hanger. You still have your gun in its holster, attached to your shoulder. You walk around your desk and have a seat.

>'What can I do for you? Wasn't aware my office was open, but good for you - and me.'

"You're absolutely right, sir. I do so love to chitchat but it just isn't the time for it, is it?" she replies, perfectly aware she hasn't quite answered your question.

"I think you know why I'm here, don't you?"

>first few posts

>gun, keys

>no Problem Sleuth reference made by any anon

>my face

>>10094954

'Pray, ma belle dame sans merci, tell me.'

>>10094967
Sorry, I was busy in another room.

>movie/book advice so next time I actually know what I'm doing?

Haha, it's just a bit of fun, there's no sourcebook or anything.

If you want to discover the noir genre though, I highly recommend anything written by Raymond Chandler or Dashiel Hammet. Then you can progress on to the Richard Stark and the Parker novels.

As for movies there's a zillion. My own favourites include Double Indemnity, the Big Sleep, Rififi, le Samourai, and countless others. You're in for a world of joy man.

>>10094954

'I might know. But then I would have one less thing to talk with you about. So let's lengthen the chat. Refresh my memory, please, lady.'

>>10095018

a LEGITIMATE ESTABLISHMENT!

+1

>>10095025

Chandler is good stuff, indeed! You are of good taste too.

>>10095026
>>10094975

"Mr. Brown. There's really no need to be so coy. Certainly not with me." Her smile implies she's seen and heart it all before.

"If you've been by your house or even your ex-wife's house you know that there are men watching them, waiting for you. Of course unlike Grigori, my boss has more precise instruments to know where you'll be." At this she taps her head. Fucking seers.

"Now, you may have begun your current pursuit under the misapprehension that the item you seek belongs to young Ms. Rondeaux, but at this time you know as well as I: It. Does. Not."

Her clipped tone made it clear her employer wasn't willing to wait much longer.

>>10095142

'So it does not. No. However, I am not sure it is with me either. If I had set off in pursuit of something, mistaken or otherwise, I must not be in possession of it myself, convoluted deceptions notwithstanding.'

'Which means... you want information from me.'

'Which is just as well, ma'am. I wanted information too. In fact I was willing to summon a fiend for it, though I didn't get what I needed to know. So if you're from the section of hell for the lustful, maybe you have that information.'

>>10095259

Sounds good, this. But meanwhile keep smiling. Don't be hostile. We don't know what's up.

"just who is your boss"
"and just what am i looking for" (sarcastically) to hide that we dont know

>>10095259

add, 'also, since i am not a seer, please tell me who your employer is.'

>>10095368
>>10095308
>>10095259

"Mr. Brown, I ask you not to take me for a fool."

"We know for a fact that you met with a certain Mr. Antonio Spiggonoza at Bertolucci's several nights previously. It has been confirmed to us that at this meeting he passed on to you a scroll which describes the exact location of the item in question."

"Now, please, do not be alarmed," she brought her hand up abruptly, almost doing the opposite of what she was suggesting "I am not about to bring violence to your office. My gift is completely passive. But understand this, Mr. Brown, my employer is not like Grigori and his thugs. Malthuriel is old fashioned. Very, old fashioned. And he WILL have that which belongs to him."

"So you have a simple choice. Hand me the scroll and you shall be handsomely rewarded. Or do not." She ended her sentence as a challenge. Didn't even utter a threat. Just made it clear to him what could happen. What would happen.

>>10095529

Is there any kind of memory check we can take?

>>10095529
I think we better get the nice broad what she wants, eh chaps?

>>10095562
Yes. Memory check successful. Except it doesn't lead you to new short term memory from before the blackout.

It leads you.....>>10092557

>>10095602

Yeah but only problem is, do we know where on earth it is? Or remember?

Well perhaps we could open some safes and drawers and get the lady to rifle through them herself. Explain our little fix. If it isn't here with us-

.... oh fuck, the hotel?

>>10095562
this
trying to get her reference about who she works for or her powers

after that examine the desk
see if we could use something from it as an opening distraction in a fight like a coffee mug or cup of pens

>>10095626
It's the scroll. In the box. In our car.

'Right. Yes. The scroll. It's in my car. Now, if you will follow me? Or shall I pour you a little something and save you the trouble of walking?'

From long term memory you have this:

Malthuriel: one of the richest men in Chicago, owning wide tracts of property outside it and huge skyscrapers within it. He first appeared, exactly the same age he is now, about 70 years ago. Rumour has it that he may or may not be a fallen angel. He may or may not be above the law. He may or may not have killed the 13 demons found dead outside his mansion during a a party after the last election.

Now, you guys vote. Give, or not give. It's up to you.

vote no
examine the desk
see if we could use something from it as an opening distraction in a fight like a coffee mug or cup of pens

>>10095747

Let's give. This is not something we are going to fight with.

Oh but before anything, please ask the woman if she foresees the men watching my house to be coming here. 'If so, it would be unsafe for the both of us, no?'

>>10095766

I'm not sure she might not have figured that out. Especially if she's tense right now and observant.

How about we give, and then wait for a chance. If she gets what she has come for, she might let down her guard. Then we have a fighting chance.

Though either way we're shafted, as I see it...

2 for yes, 1 for no. I'll give it a couple more minutes while I use the toilet.

>>10095747

Wait, wait, wait. We can strike a deal here. Do we have anyone at home? They may be threatened.

'I have the scroll. But I also have a family, who might be under threat.. Now, quid pro quo, ma'am.'

>>10095893

Oh yeah, this. Or at least get some information about who it is who's watching us. She certainly seems to know.

But do assure her we have the scroll. (Whether we'll end up giving it to her or not is another question.)

>>10095893
>>10095902

"Sir, I have made it clear to you, you will be very handsomely rewarded for your efforts to date. What more could you possibly want?" she asked, a bit peeved.

"As for Grigori, I remember a time when that barbaric stain was nothing more than a two-bit hoodlum. Since the Prohibition act went into effect, he's taken over the smuggling of alcohol, drugs and all manner of dangerous elixirs, begun to give himself airs as if he had any class at all." The disdain in her voice was tangible.

"Enough of him. We are safe from his men for now. Do we have a deal or not?"

>>10092063
And no, you don't have a family. Just an ex-wife who hates you, who you haven't seen for 2 years.

>>10096003

Do we not have family? If we don't have family.... then fine, just give the scroll to her. Ask her to follow us to the car, and pass it along.

If we have family... 'my family. Grigori is watching them. You can dock some protection fee from my handsome reward to keep them out of harm's way, no? I'm a businessman, I'm also a decent man, shouldn't I be?'

>>10096053

Oh. Whatever then, heh.

'Would you like to follow me to the car, ma'am? Or shall I fetch you the scroll and you can just sit here and relax?'

Take the coat, take the gun along with us, if she chooses to stay put.

>>10092063
"I shall come with you. I would rather be done with this business, once and for all. It will be the last of my markers Malthuriel has. After this I shall be free of him and his incessant demands." she said, almost absently.

She gets up after you and follows you down. Since she's given the all clear on this location you take the elevator to the ground floor and exit through the front. A minute or two of walking, her by your side, a head shorter than you and ever so pleasant to look at, and soon enough you find yourselves in front of the car.

You go around the passenger door and bend down to pick up the box. Only before you do that you hear a gasp.

You look at her and see she's almost fainting, leaning on her said of the car. Her eyes clear and she looks at you in distress.

"Mr. Brown," she burst out, "I suggest you get in quickly. We don't have time to discuss this. Give me the keys, I'll drive. It is imperative for both our lives that we leave her immediately." All in all, a strangely long winded way to say something so urgent....

You guys want to call it a day? I just realised we've been playing for ages.

archive this

>>10096395

Archive the thread please, Mephisto. This is turning out to be pretty good.

Do you know when you might come up next?

>>10096440
>>10096419
Done. It's saved here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/10092063/

This is the first time I've done this sort of thing on /tg/ and I really enjoyed seeing which direction you guys took it. Did you enjoy this though? What parts were good and bad so I can tailor a bit for next time.

I'm quite busy tomorrow but Saturday is clear. So Saturday for sure. We ended on a nice little cliffhanger, haha.

>>10096160

'Are you all right? How about you tell me where to go, I'll drive.'

Am not about to be driven into a trap by a fake damsel in distress.

>>10096518

Saturday's good, I've got an exam tomorrow (britfag) so that's just as well you're busy.

And yeah, it was pretty good fun if I might say so myself.

>>10096578
She was about to get what she wanted. Why would it be a trap?

>>10096706

As in, if she wanted more than the scroll, and she had the keys, we could be driven into her employer's arms. And I mean that in a bad way.

I wouldn't want to be tortured over information I can't remember myself. That's just.... fuck.

>>10096735

Ah. That didn't occur to me. Ouch.

>>10096735

although the torture might jog loose a memory or two

fuck. i missed this. this was fuckawesome. can't wait for round 2. i want one of these hats for myself now but it'll look like a hipster affectation. fuck.

I missed the ending, myself. No big deal.

Mephisto, any idea when on Saturday you'll be making a new thread?

>>10097566
Protip: wear it anyway, fuck everyone else!

Seriously, I probably look like a twat when wearing a trilby with my combats, hoodie and bomber jacket. But I like the damn thing, so fuck it, I'll keep wearing it.

>>10097850
I'm a britfag so I'll start a couple of hours after Doctor Who finishes up. So probably around 9 or 10 GMT. 4 or 5 on 4chan time.

>>10098107
I go by britfag time, so that's awesome.

>>10098145
Brilliant. I'll see you then, and good luck with your exam tomorrow.

>>10092063

One of my acting professors (who is a badass) was named Rich Brown.