The Skills are in Three groups of Two. Choose One Group.
--- Group 1
Novice Heavy Weaponry Proficiency (High Explosives, RPGs, AT4s, Javelin Missles, TOW, etc…)
Novice Automatic Rifle Proficiency (Fully automatic rifles and machine guns, as well as sub-machine guns) [AK47s, .50 Caliber Machine Guns, etc…]
--- Group 2
Novice Pistol Proficiency (Semi-auto, machine pistols, and magnums)
Novice Rifle Proficiency (bolt action and semi-automatic)
--- Group 3
Novice Knife Proficiency
Novice Hand-to-Hand Combat Proficiency (think Krav Maga)

img 1268589743928.jpg added to psychic screen and i still has implants

>>8581619
Flame
-Active Ability:
Can create and wield fire.
-Passive Ability:
Has a slightly higher body temperature than normal – can last longer in cold weather with less optimal clothing but is easy to detect with thermal scanners.

Ice
-Active Ability:
Can remove heat from objects, causing them to freeze.
-Passive Ability:
Has a slightly lower body temperature than normal – needs to wear thicker clothing than usual, but is harder to detect on thermal scanners.

Water
-Active Ability:
You can control water (obtaining it initially from an obvious source such as a lake or bucket) and wield it either offensively or defensively as long it remains in liquid form.
-Passive Ability:
You can "sense" water sources around you, and can last longer without water than other people.

Empath (touch)
-Active Ability:
Initially can read and affect emotions in a person(s).
-Passive Ability:
Can slightly sense the emotions of a person(s) while still a short distance away. (Can act as a "Danger Sense of sorts)

>>8581643
Lightning
-Active Ability:
Can control electricity and channel it through your body for a variety of effects.
-Passive Ability:
The heightened electrical charge of the subject's body enables their muscles and nervous system to react faster than normal, but they overexert their body quicker than usual because of this.

Powers are wielded effectively by balancing three aspects: Range, Power, and Duration.

Range is how far away from yourself you can control your power. If you're wielding your powers from your hands or body, thus operating on physical contact, your range is Zero, and your powers will either be stronger or be wielded longer.

Power/Strength is the amount of energy you put into your wielding. High Energy uses such as melting through steel or snap-freezing someone's hand off will reduce your effective range and duration to compensate.

Duration is how long you can wield your power before needing to stop to recover mentally/physically. For example, needing to melt through a steel door may require you to have a sufficient Power level to Fire or Electricity, but you will also have to wield that power for a certain time to cut through the door.

>>8581610
>Brave New World
>CHOOSE a name
>power
>combat

ALDOUS HUXLEY IS NOT AMUSED

--- Group 3
Novice Knife Proficiency
Novice Hand-to-Hand Combat Proficiency (think Krav Maga)

Lightning
-Active Ability:
Can control electricity and channel it through your body for a variety of effects.
-Passive Ability:
The heightened electrical charge of the subject's body enables their muscles and nervous system to react faster than normal, but they overexert their body quicker than usual because of this.

Let's be Colonel Volgin.

>>8581648
Previous choices as examples:
1st. Choice:
Electricity, Hand-to-hand, Knives.
2nd. Choice:
Water, Heavy Weapons, Automatic Weapons.

>>8581689
FUCK
YOU

>>8581619
Group 2>
>8581643
Empath.

>>8581668
Noted, just waiting to see if anyone else is going to raise another choice. You want your name to be "Colonel Volgin?"

>>8581732
Noted.

Group 2, Water

I suggest Sofia. It's a nice name. Some argue it's the female name for god.

The class choice.. I think a melée fighter with lighting would be cool, but perhaps not viable.

>>8581746
No, that was just a reference.

Let's go with some other name. I vote Madradea as a surname because it sounds nice.

I'm fine with Colonel Sofia Volgin with lightning ability.

>>8581758
>>8581753
So "Sofia Madradea?" Works for me.

YOUR NAME IS NOW "SOFIA MADRADEA".

Group 1 and Fire.

WHOLE WORLD WILL BLOW UP AND BURN.

Just waiting to see some sort of consensus on the powers/weapon groups.

I see two votes for Electricity and two votes for Group 2 (Rifles and Pistols).

Electricity + Group 2 seems like it could make for very interesting combination

>>8581643
Empath or Water.

Power summary:
Fire: Burning crap. Melting crap. Possibly vaporizing crap. Fire shields.
Water: Drowning, stopping blood flow... and so on. Also liquid shields.
Ice: Freezing things. Ice shields.
Empath: Mind fuckery. Your defense and offense in one package.
Electricity: Shocking people, creating power, possibly screwing with electromagnetic fields (bending light?) and stopping bullets.

vote for 3 and lightning

>>8581811
If no one else has any suggestions or other ideas, I'll run with this.

>>8581801
PS I'm the same guy who said "Colonel Sofia Volgin" earlier, so don't count me more than once, okay?

Lightning as always, and Group Three.

>>8581859
Stopping bullets while charging the enemy and afterwards punching them out. Would make for a more spectacular fights then standing about and firing on everything in my opinion.

>>8581896
>>8581668
Mmk. Since this combination now has two votes, I'm rolling with it.

Your power is now Electricity, and your Combat skills are Knife Wielding and Hand-to-hand Combat. Congratulations, its Hei all over again.

lightning and group 2.
im fine with sofia

Intro:

No one remembers the side that lost. No one honors their dead. At least that is what my father would tell me as he drowned his sorrows with booze. He would drone on and on about the way it was before the Uprising, before the Invasion. He’d also tell me how much I looked like my mother, who passed away shortly after I was born – the changing weather had taken its toll on her, as well as the chaos of the Uprising. She always loved the Spring, he would say. Then another drink as he would stare into the fire that warmed us both. The eyes of a broken man take on whatever they see – like the glass eyes of a doll. And in those days, his eyes simply reflected the flames.

For me, it was always Winter that I loved. The white snow blanketed everything and turned our small, miserable town into an untouched little haven. And on that fateful night, the snow had fallen heavily upon our refuge.

>>8581944
I was unprepared for the drunken man that stumbled into our home, and the noise of his entrance jarred me awake from my seat at the fire. Father was out, and I had not barred the door as I might have been asleep when he would have arrived home. The man was as shabbily clothed as the rest of us, and very drunk. I rose from my seat to angrily yell at him to leave, along with a few more choice profanities – failing to notice the nearly empty bottle in his rather meaty looking hand. He raised his bottle; the thick brown glass glinted dully in the flickering light of the fire, and struck me across the face with it. It sent me tumbling to the floor, and he staggered forwards to strike me again. I kicked at his leg, and he lost his balance, falling forwards with his outstretched bludgeon. It struck the floor next to me hard, and the end of it shattered into brown shining shards.

>>8581950
I had wrapped myself in a blanket to sit by the fire earlier. Modesty was not part of our household, as it was simply my father and I. He had always called me his “wild child” when he was sober. This stranger, on the other hand, had no decency at all. My bare back was simply an artist’s canvas to him as I tried to crawl away without stepping on the jagged fragments around me. The first stroke of the bottle elevated my senses to an unnatural clarity, as I screamed in agony. The second burned a stripe down my naked skin as the leftover whiskey clinging to the jagged edges made sure that the wounds would not become infected. And a third time, and a fourth… The agony was etched into my mind, engraved as deeply as the wounds inflicted on me. And in this terrible moment, this primal torture, I awakened.

F5F5F5!

>>8581961
Oh brave new world, that has such peoples in it.
Put that fool down with whatever our killing reflex says is best.

>>8581961
Look around.

>>8581995
It was a dream.

>>8582019
Oh, I thought it was a *metaphorical* awakening, an awakening to the terrible power that beats within us like an artery of brilliant, shining blue energy.

Sorry, my bad.

>>8581961
I felt something new bubbling up inside of me. A force of energy that embraced the very core of my being. I could manipulate it at will, and at that moment there was only one thing I desired to do.

I raised my hand in protest towards my unseen foe, and heard him gasp in surprise. I couldn't see what he was looking at, but I felt something tingling in my right hand. Something alive. And I bent it to my will. I don't know how, but it acted in concert with me.

The energy inside me released in a torrent, a sudden surge of energy. From my position on the floor I saw an impossibly bright light fill the room, and I felt some of that power inside me leave. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled my nose, and I turned warily around to face the door. There the man lay slumped, lifeless, blackened bits of skin evident where -something- had touched him. Something brutal. Vicious. And inside I knew it was something that -I- did. And I was happy.

>>8582035
Get dressed and grab a shovel. We have a shallow grave to dig.

>>8582035
sweet

>>8582053
i don't think the intro is done yet.

>>8582086
It's hard to tell, isn't it? It's still good, though.

>>8582104
I agree, very good.

>>8582035
I slowly rose to my feet and staggered back to my stool. The stripes upon my back were bleeding profusely, but I let them be. I faced the the fire and carefully poked it back to life. And then I cried.

It wasn't until much later that Father returned, and as he stepped through the doorway to take in the view of his scarred daughter, I turned to look at him. I saw the firelight flickering in his eyes as well as his sad expression. And I knew that he could see only the fire reflected in mine.

He buried the body early in the morning, deep in the forest. The fire had long since gone out as he gently treated my wounds, and he talked in that calm, quiet voice of his to me. "I saw the corpse. Listen to me now. The people around you will fear you for what you have. Don't show it to them if you can help it. Otherwise the Enforcers will come, and you'll become part of them. Whether you like it or not. You'll either join them or they will kill you. So hide it. Be cautious. Stay alive. Now I'll have to teach you to fend for yourself, so this will never happen again."

>>8582164
Learn all he can teach us, and pray for the return of the quiet life that we once knew!

But also, desire a return to the thrill of the power we cannot wield.

(I am basically trying to give the commands that guess at what was going to happen next anyway.)

>>8582223
Don't worry, we'll probably be prompted when we're needed.

Fuck, I'm probably too late, but Group 1 and Water.

>>8582164
And so he taught me to fight, to strike to kill with my hands and to stab with a knife. To shed the blood of those set on shedding mine, to scar them as they scarred me. To fight to live. To live to fight. Such was my awakening to our world. Our own slice of the Democratic Republic of the North American Peoples.

It was a brave new world for me. But I had no choice but to face it.
---
Several years passed by, and after a while my Father left me one morning. He dressed warmly, and provided me with my own clothes. It was January, and bitterly cold. He gave me a small letter of introduction to an old friend of his in a larger town quite a distance away. He told me that if I so desired, this person would be able to take care of me further, but he must leave for now.

And so I found myself on a train for New Dunsworth, bundled in a thick wool coat with my hunter's knife hidden in its inner folds. I had some food as well as a meager amount of money, as was having a rather undisturbed trip for the most part.

*One moment while I set the scene*

>>8582277
The car I was in had few passengers in it, and thankfully they kept to themselves. I was positioned at a window seat in the rear of the train car, and was jerked from a rather peaceful slumber by the loud shouting of a bulky looking, thick bearded man at the front of the car. He wielded what appeared to be an old revolver and wastefully fired a shot into the roof as he yelled that the train was being robbed and for the passengers to cooperate and hand over their valuables.

-What do?-

>>8582331
wait for now, see what he does and if there are any openings to catch him unawares. If we do have to attack him use knife, not powers.

>>8582389

Wait. Open the window of the train. Hide our letter of introduction somewhere near the seat - maybe behind a fold-down tray that's folded up.

In that order, as long as attention is off of us.

>>8582331
Do we have any valuables?

>>8582331
Do nothing. Crazy old man'll probably be dealt with by train security. I mean, dangerous place like this? Wouldn't surprise me if even the conductor has a pistol for just such occasions.

>>8582331
If we don't do anything, we'll lose our valuables. Maybe we could disable his gun with our powers, without anyone watching, and then take him down silently?

>>8582418
You have a meager amount of money and food. Both are considered valuables.

>>8582442
Yes. I'm sure we can use electric death without anyone noticing, and then beat him to a pulp. A teenage girl doing this. I'm sure no one will find this the least bit out of the ordinary. Discretion is the better part of valor.

Huh. Hadn't considered that the Skill Group might determine our status-in-life. (Consider that Sofia Madradea seems to have lived all her life well below the poverty line, and couldn't have afforded things like the maintenance and ammunition needed by automatic rifles and heavy weaponry, much less the weapons themselves.)

>>8582389
>>8582417
I played along with the rest of the other passengers and acted frightened, steeling my nerves in-case the man came close enough to strike. Out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw something dark move quickly by the train, but it could have been a car for all that I knew. I dismissed it, as there were more pressing matters at hand. Quietly I pulled the window next to me all the way down, and the whistling wind outside quickly filled my immediate area, but luckily the train was noisy enough already that he didn't notice. I tucked my letter of introduction under the loose seat cushion I was sitting on, and looked back up at the lone man. The door behind him opened to reveal another man - slimmer and a tad taller than the old one in front of him. I could barely see that he was carrying a shotgun, and he said something to the man with the revolver, who merely nodded and began to approach the passengers at his side of the car.

>>8582331
Can we take him down safely (relatively speaking) *without* electric death once he gets in melee range? We do have two arms, two legs, and a knife, after all, and we know how to use them at least a little.

>>8582562
Why did we open the window?

>>8582562
We've had our powers for a while, so we should know if we can do this unnoticably:

1. When the gunman approaches a seat, have the cushion give him a painful static shock to his hand as he brushes against it. Not anything injuring - just "ouch, that smarts".

2. Then pull the gun out of his hand and turn it on him, and ask him for "Silence".

Sofia is very, very lucky. What a lucky coincidence, to have this opportunity. If we can do this stealthily, let's do this.

>>8582618
You would most likely be able to take him by surprise if he approaches you, and with your close combat skills would be able to fatally deal with him without much trouble. The other man, however, is farther away.

>>8582620
Because of >>8582417

>>8582618
Yeah, but even if we manage it, that leaves us against the other guy with the shotgun. Still, I can't think of anything better that would let us keep our stuff. Oh! Wait until the crazy guy passes, let him take our stuff, then ambush the guy with the shotgun. That deals with the bigger threat.

>>8582620

It creates some options. I was thinking "shove his shoulders through it and question him after we've gained the advantage", but that gets dicier when there's more than one robber. (Which I should have guessed!)

We could always climb out if we need a route three to get out of here. That might draw too much attention, though.

>>8582626
Which gunman?

to bad we don't have a tazer we could explain how people get shocked getting in close to use that way. Also does the reactions boost from lighting's passive power look obviously abnormal to a outside observer?

>>8582626
oh wait shit, nix that, shotgun dude is still around.

DISREGARD THAT, I SUCK COCKS.

>>8582626
No powers in public. We'd have to kill him, and then we'd have to kill people who saw us kill him, and no plan where I lose my hat is a good plan.

>>8582562
the other guy complicates things. It will be a lot harder to take both of them down without using our powers.

>>8582676

I'm dat guy: >>8582652

>>8582671
Well if we kill them with a knife we can at least explain that. So killing isn't completely out of the question.

>>8582668
It doesn't look abnormal to other people - you'll merely be able to respond faster in combat or other situations. You won't be able to dodge bullets, but you could grab someone's arm before they can go for a weapon in their holster for example. Its like having highly trained reflexes as well as the mental ability to make the best use of them. Not simply relying on instinct all the time.

>>8582679
ehh, maybe we can hide most of our stuff and play along?

>>8582720

Honestly, it might be safer to just hand over our valuables now and wait for an opening later. I have a bad feeling about this robbery, you know?

...Plus, let's be honest, it doesn't even have to be OUR valuables we get back...

Could we charge a weapon so that the wielder drops it? And could you do it without any evidence your the one making it?

In such a case we could diarm the shotgun wielder from afar, and take him down in melée.

>>8582709
Is the guy with the shotgun staying at the front of the car, or is he going down the aisle with the old guy? If he's following, wait until he passes us and then take down the shotgun wielder with crazy reflexes. If he's staying at the front to prevent shit like this... then we need a new plan.

>>8582779
He's staying at the front while the man with the revolver seems to be shaking down the passengers while coping a feel or two.

>>8582814
Oh. Well then. In that case, I stall for time by asking about the setting. Is this a modern train, or are we looking at something from an old Western, like with a steam engine?

>>8582814

He's gonna try to touch us? Oh, hilarious.
Yeah, wait for that, grab his gun while he's reaching out and pull him into our lap.

You know, like a kid visiting Santa, only in a submission hold with a gun pointed at his head!

At which point, we're still behind our seat so we can have cover from shotgun fire, and we can play it from there.

This is interesting! Will we kill? Will we be killed?

>>8582765
After having dealt with the gunwielder up close, of course.

well how about we knife the revolver guy when he gets close and use his body for cover from the shotgun guy hopefully we have the muscles from our hand to hand training to hold a full grown man in front of us. hmm maybe we could even send a shock through the revolver guy to tense up his muscles to make him better cover.

>>8582878
Oh, I like it. Use him as a meat shield so we can get close enough to the shotgunner and knife him.

>>8582878
This, but no lightning powers. (Assume that New Dunsworth has an RL first-world-style police system where the robbers will either get their wounds treated or their corpses autopsied.)

Speed/reflexes boost is fine, of course.

>>8582845
The train you're riding on is a rather old steam engine. Its hard to string power lines everywhere nowadays, so the more desolate parts of the Midwest where you live tend to have less electrical sources.
---
As you wait you feel your body being to tense as your muscles tighten, ready to spring into action. The rather sturdy man with the Revolver is only a few rows away from you now, moving closer. The man with the Shotgun is tapping his foot rather impatiently at the far end of the car in front of the door.

Except don't knife him. Hold him hostage, like
>>8582853 says.

>>8582909
The shotgunner won't let us just walk up to him with our hostage, he'll back away, and finally I think it will be a stalemate. I don't think it's a good idea.

We should be carefull about using our powers, it have been clearly stated that they are not accepted in this world. Another thing, we don't know how to use a gun, so grabbing it and shooting the man with the shotgun is not the best course of action.

I vote we do not cause trouble now, giving them our food and money if that will leave us unscathed. After that, we could follow them, to kill and loot both when there's not so many witnesses. Just a suggestion though.

>>8582985
>>8582853
Do you take him hostage?

>>8582909
>>8582878
>>8582955
Or kill him and try to maneuver with his rather bulky body?

>>8583029

Totally for taking him hostage.

>>8582985
Oh yes, I'm sure he cares enough about the old coot to not take the chance of hitting him.

>>8583029
>Or kill him and try to maneuver with his rather bulky body?

Well when you put it that way, take him hostage. But try to do it in such a way that his body is between us the the other guy.

>>8583029
Kill him, he's probably stronger than us, and might overpower us should he try.

>>8583106
Actually, i'd rather we give them our food and hide our money. That way, we don't have to risk a shotgun blast to the face, or getting our powers revealed.

Afterwards, we could always follow them and get back our food, along with everything else that was stolen without risking any witnesses.

It occurs to me that there are almost certainly more than two gunmen. Someone has to be watching Mr. Shotgun's back.

As much as I hate it, we should just give him the money. Just take it out and let him have it. With any luck he won't check for our food.

(... then the second their backs are turned, grab the letter, climb out the window, and see if we can't go all death-from-above on them?)

>>8583106
Throwing the knife, might be an option.

>>8583029
The bulky robber is in front of you now, and bends over your seat with a rather disturbing leer on his face. You respond by grabbing him by the thick collar of his overcoat and kicking out at his exposed ankle. Pulled off balance he falls over you, and you bring your knife up in your left hand to caress his adam's apple. He gives out a loud yell of surprise as you jerk him bodily to face the thin man with the Shotgun at the end of the car. His revolver clatters uselessly to the floor of the train car as you use him a shield while remaining in your rather cramped seating row.

The man with the Shotgun turns to face you angrily and raises his weapon. "Alright, drop him! I'm not afraid to put a hole through you! Charles be damned if he was enough of an idiot to get caught!" The other passengers quickly drop to the floor in their rows, taking cover behind the flimsy constructions.

when he reaches out to us, pull him in, kill with knife. pull body in for more cover and use the revolver on the guy with the shotgun, only fire 1 or 2 shots, try and get him to exit the train.

>>8583126
Y'do realize that they're probably going to take everything and jump off the train onto waiting horses or cars, right? We let them take our stuff and we won't see it again unless we take it back before they leave, and if that happens there'll be witnesses. So we need to find a way to dispose of them that doesn't raise suspicion, like using a knife or martial prowess rather than shooting them with lightning.

OP, do we have a long journey ahed of us before we reach our destination? By destination i refer to our relative, or the person we was supposed to visit.

In other words, how important is the money and food we have to our journey?

>>8583144
Shotguns have lots of stopping power but not much penetration. If the bulky man takes the blast it shouldn't reach us. Let him empty the entire clip into his back for all the good it'll do him.

>>8583170
Good point, i hand't thought of that. That again raises the question if the food and money in our possesion is worth drawing attention to ourselves for, but i guess the point is moot now, as OP went with the majority.

>>8583172
The train would take you directly to your destination. Your food is enough that if you ration it properly it should keep you satiated for three days. Though you never know what may happen and it pays to be prepared.

now we just need to draw things out since the robbers can't afford to be on this train forever. Robbery is a crime where time is critical, usually.

>>8583144
Oh, awesome. Do nothing; let Shotgun make the next mistake. Shooting Charles really is his only option. He's _probably_ bluffing about that, and if he's not, well, we can go for the window. Or for him, if he'd have to reload his gun.

If he is bluffing, we can even ride like this all the way to New Dunsworth. I'm good with that.

If he turns and runs, we can react by knocking Chuckie out and running after him. (Sofia can run faster, yes?)

>>8583286
Sounds good to me. Though it might just be quicker to kill him, since we already have the knife to his throat, if this comes to pass.

>>8583286
She can run faster than him, yes. Seems everyone wants to wait to see what happens. Writing.

>>8583144
"Hey Al, take it easy man, I messed up but the others will get her. Cool it man!" Charles frantically babbles at his compatriot, who continues to stare down his sights at you. The voice of a young woman screeches out in terror from the floor, yelling frantically that she doesn't want to die yet.

As if on cue, gunshots erupt from inside the car in front of you. You can hear the rapid -rat-a-tat- of a sub-machine gun being discharged, and then silence. Al curses, and begins to back towards the door nearest to him. "Bloodthirsty bastards probably started shooting the passengers. Fools." Charles comments with your knife against his throat.

The door behind Al opens with a loud sliding sound, and the force of the wind builds up within the car. You can't see who exactly opened the door, but the bloody metal point of a knife emerges from the chest of the man with the Shotgun. He looks down in surprise and slumps to the floor of the car, dead.

Revealed is a rather tall pale man with dark hair covered by a black military cap. The red double-headed eagle of your country is stamped upon it, gripping a large yellow star with its talons and crowned with four smaller yellow stars. A thick military coat whips loosely in the turbulent air around him as he strides forward into the car with a raised M9 pistol.

"Drop your hostage or die, thief."

>>8583491
You heard the man. Drop the hostage!
And the gun, too.

>>8583491
Assure him that we are a passenger who managed to take one of the thieves hostage, and not a thieve ourself.. We can even show the guy our ticket.

>>8583491
drop him. holster knife. ask him if we really look like someone who robs a train.

>>8583491
Drop it, kneel with your arms up and tell them that this man was a robber whom you were able to capture.

DON'T DROP HOSTAGE, he still got the gun!
Or does he?
Anyway, try to disarm him before dropping him, then try to explain the situation.

>>8583605
Nah, the gun dropped to the floor back when we grabbed him.

>>8583605
disregard that.
State calmly that you are not a robber then you slowly remove your blade from his throat, drop him and drop the knife to.

"... you've got it backwards," as we let him go.

(Not even remotely worried here. Chuckie's got all the stolen stuff on him, *and* we've got a carful of witnesses.)

oooo a dog of the military how dreamy. I do have this sudden urge to have our girl grow up to be the female version of that one major who was always taking off his shirt to show off his muscles. armstrong was it?

>>8583694
Love can't bloom on the battlefield.

>>8583727
Sure it can. Just not right now. We've got bigger problems.

>>8583727
Depends on what world you live in.

>>8583555
>>8583527
>>8583568
You drop your knife onto the floor with a resounding clatter and release your hostage. The man in military uniform nods, and lowers his pistol as he waves Charles forward. "This way, civilian."

You raise your arms above your heads in surrender as you attempt to talk down the new arrival. "I'm not a robber here, HE was one of them. I took him hostage in self-def--" OOF.

Charles drops low and drives an elbow deep into your gut, thrusting you back and knocking the wind out of you. He lunges at his fallen revolver and takes hold of it, bring it up towards the soldier. You note a slight smirk on his face as he fires at the uniformed man. His expression changes to utter confusion as the soldier appears in front of him, unscathed.

Clucking his tongue disapprovingly, the Soldier raises his pistol to Charles' head. "I gave you a chance -and- the benefit of the doubt. No more." A shot rings out as Charles slumps lifelessly to the floor. The soldier turns to you next, an apologetic expression on his face. "I'm sorry for the confusion. Need a hand up?"

hehehe, I wasn't thinking love just realized how much I liked that dog of the military concept.

>>8583797
You're confused as well, since the man moved through the length of the car faster than you could see. And dodged a bullet. Odd.

>>8583797
accept. fall in love. inquire about a career in the military.

>>8583797
Nah, we're fine. Now, is there a rule about loot? Because I like the idea of us getting that shotgun, training or no.

>>8583797

"Could be nice."

At the nearest opportunity, pluck our letter back out from its hiding spot.

>>8583797
Accept the hand up daintily- and be sure to show your strength on the pull.
"No harm done, officer. Is anything still going on throughout the train?"

>>8583797
let him help us up
thank him for helping us

>>8583797
Is the soldier on of the enforces?

Act civilianly

pull yourself up

>>8583833

Uh, no, he's that thing we were warned about by our dad. The Enforcers?

>>8583833
This, but Sofia is not that light footed, I believe.

>>8583837
Our hands are deadly weapons. Shotguns are for the sort of people who picked Group 2.

(Besides, the shotgun -- if lootable -- is the soldier's; all we could claim is an old revolver from the old coot.)

>>8583904
Which is why I'm suggesting we ask him if there's rules or anything, because having one would be good, if for nothing more than a preventative. People who see some girl with just her fists and a concealed knife? Think we're easy prey. Girl carrying around a shotgun? Steer clear.

>>8583853
>>8583842
"Could be nice."

You offer your right hand to him and make sure to give your best pull on it as you pull yourself up. He takes it rather well, and smirks slightly as you bend to retrieve your knife. Mumbling that you left some things in your seat, you quickly recover your letter and tuck it into an inner pocket of your coat.

"Well, that's one problem dealt with today. Minimal collateral damage too." The man remarks happily as he holsters his pistol and peels off a pair of black gloves, soaked in blood. "Ugh, so messy though." He pulls a wry face. Turning to you, he bows slightly and heads back up the train. "All's well down here! Train clear!" He yells - you're not sure to whom exactly.

>>8584003

Well, that's good, then. Get back in the seat, enjoy the rest of the trip as much as our frazzled nerves will allow. Sound good to everyone?

>>8583965
"Hey, can I take one of those weapons? They don't seem to be using them anymore." You yell at him as he marches back down the train. "Sure, we are just going to confiscate them anyway, but you seem like you can handle yourself. Remember, using it for lawless purposes will send us after you, and I hate to kill a pretty woman!" He yells back.

>>8584003
"Anything happen through the rest of the train?"

>>8584057
SCORE! Shotgun and revolver! Damn good deal.

*Odd, posting was down for a while for me. Had to restart the comp to get it back up.*

>>8584074
"There were a few others throughout it, and a few passengers bit a bullet as well. Inevitable at times, unfortunately."

>>8584089
You pocket Charles' fallen revolver in the folds of your coat. It feels uncomfortably heavy and bulky in your palm, and would probably have a strong kick to it if you fired it. Al's shotgun is much larger though, and the most you can do it wrap it in some spare cloth that you have. It has six rounds attached to it and one in the chamber, but you couldn't find any more. The revolver has only four rounds chambered but you were able to find 12 more on Charles' body. If you can't use the weapons you could probably hock them for cash anyway.

After all that stress you feel a bit drained and put your feet up on the seat in front of you as you lie back. The other passengers have shakily entered their seats once again, and a small child is crying noisily. You can hear some hushed whispering going on, but most of them choose to ignore you or shoot an angry glare your way.

>>8584128
Yeah, it wasn't you. Posting on all of 4chan was down for a bit. It's been happening a lot today.

Anyway ignore the glances and relax until we get to our destination.

>>8584057
Excellent. Acquire shotgun. Acquire pistol. We might not use them, but it's good to have, especially if we're in a world where food and stuff is really valuable, since we can trade them for stuff if we need to.

>>8584128
>*Odd, posting was down for a while for me. Had to restart the comp to get it back up.*
I think /tg/ was down for a moment

Before this action, I wanted to tell you to loot bodies even more if possible (maybe they have monies?)

Remember to pick up the letter under the seat!

>>8584184
We already did here >>8584003

>>8584164
yup everything was stagnant for awhile.

Also for the quest, can we have information about the setting? I'm guessing its not based on Huxley's book due to the fact we're someones daughter and the lack of centrifugal bumble puppy.

>>8584176
The passengers descended on the fallen bodies after you took their weapons, hastily trying to recover anything of value. It would be best not to disturb them.
>>8584184
Got it in an inner pocket.

>>8584196
Can't believe I missed that.

>>8584210
Its not based on the book. No rigidly controlled world of drugs and sex here. Some background will come shortly.

>>8584218

Yeah, let's just chill out. Looting innocents is not very cool.

>>8584218
Anyone noticeable among the passengers?

>>8584235
cool. I second waiting to get to destination then.

Timeskip?

>>8584235
So it's an uncontrolled world of drugs and sex? trollface.jpg

But yeah, just rest and be casual.

>>8584260
Not particularly.
>>8584267
>>8584263
>>8584273
Ok, writing.

>>8584160
You close your eyes and relax as the clattering of the train slowly lulls you to sleep. You don't awake until the screeching of the brakes informs you that you've reached New Dunsworth. Stretching, you rise from your seat and work your way onto the waiting platform. Farther down the platform you notice the crowd giving a trio of figures a wide berth. You squint at the three and can see the soldier from earlier walking briskly with them. The other two seem to be a rather wiry female with blond hair and a Chinese man of average build. All are dressed in black military uniforms and matching insignia.

As the passengers flow away from the train and several blue-suited policemen rush aboard you turn to a billboard that is nailed to a nearby pillar. Attached are a few posters informing you that the Democratic Republic wants -you- for military service. "Enlist today to protect your nation!" A large newspaper is tacked to the board as well as you come closer to read it...

Get it together moot...

>several blue-suited policemen rush aboard you
lol

>>8584328
Ahh, the suspense! Awesome quest so far, by the way.

>>8584328
“The glorious Uprising by the People of these Democratic Republic States began almost twenty years ago as they were assisted by their brothers in arms, the People’s Republic of China. As part of our annual celebration this year we will be hosting an honored participant in that war, one that every citizen should know. Did someone say the Tiger? That’s right! General Chun Yon, the Tiger of the Taiga will be honored to partake in our yearly festival by hosting a parade through our city, followed by a farewell celebration at the mansion of our most honorable citizen, Mr. Drake Hall. As you all know, Mr. Hall has invested heavily in our economy here and has helped enrich his fellow citizens as well as himself. Remember, one’s wealth is for all, and Mr. Drake Hall is a fine example of our nation’s creed. Look forward to the coming celebration!”

>>8584328
Well come on, don't just leave us hanging! Also, you said earlier that our father left us, but then say that he gave us clothes and a train ticket to see his friend. So did he actually leave, or did you mean he sent us to his friend for safekeeping? Also, do we have directions on where to go from here? Where exactly does his friend live? In New Dunsworth, so it's just a hop skip jump away, or somewhere else and we'll have to transfer to another train? What's our father's friend's name?

>>8584384

Don't forget to vote for it, once it gets in the archive!

>>8584364
SHIT. God damn. Forgot the comma.

>>8584403
One's wealth for all? More like, all wealth for one, amiright?

Hey guys... I'm new around here. It seems to me like this kind of thing should take much more than a thread's usual lifetime, even here away from /b/. Is this thread gonna be saved somewhere and the OP gonna make a new one after (and a new one after that, and a new one after the other new one...), or what?

Late comer to this. Can anyone give me the super massive abridged version?

>>8584434
It will be archived eventually, and it hopefully will be an ongoing quest.

>>8584434
Yes. This will be archived at sup/tg/ (google it if you don't know the URL) and if today's session isn't finished in this thread he'll make a new one. And that's what will happen for each session.

>>8584434
there's an archive called sup/tg/ which holds most quest threads. There will be multiple threads. If you miss an installment check there.

>>8584446
This is the first part. You haven't missed anything. Just read the thread from the beginning and you'll be all caught up.

Understood. Well, if you guys don't mind, I'm going to try to follow and contribute a bit as well :).

>>8584446
just read the rest of the thread dude, its not that hard. This is the first one.

>>8584467
I was attempting to avoid that. Oh well. Time to chew up some time reading.

>>8584406
You reach inside your coat to check your letter once again, and are surprised to find it addressed to Mr. Drake himself. You never knew your father knew someone so well connected. Though he did leave you, he cared deeply enough for you to send you to the hands of someone capable of watching over you. As for where exactly he might live, you'll have to ask someone. Its a big city, but you don't see any signs or obvious maps.

>>8584434
Here's the link to previous quests. This is a beginning of a new one, so previous threads aren't relevant, but you might enjoy reading them.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=supernova

>>8584484
Oh, well, big well connected person like Drake, I'm sure someone'll know directions. Maybe ask one of those police officers.

Don't tell me posting is down again?

>Posting is down again. Damn /tg/.
>>8584513
You spot a grim-faced policeman exiting the rear of the train and briskly approach him.
"Excuse me sir, would you be able to give me directions to the home of a Mister Drake Hall? I need to get a hold of him."
The man in blue sighs deeply and rubs his temples, looking down at his feet with an annoyed expression. "Lots of people would like to meet Mr. Hall, miss. He just won't see every person that asks for him! He's too important!"

You stamp your foot impatiently at the officer, and pull out your letter and wave it at his face. "Look! I have a letter addressed to him, and its important that he gets it!" The policeman groans in annoyance, but looks up. "FINE. We'll go down to the station so I can call him up and ask if this is genuine. Anything to get me away from this mess here. You're wasting your time though, really."

it seems it's up now again.

>>8584565
Awesome! We can trust policemen. But this seems contrived; why can't he just give us directions and let us deal with security there, unless he wants to kidnap us. We'd better ask a different policeman first, just to make sure this isn't a trap.

Have we read the letter? Not to distrust dear ol' Dad but seeing as how this is almost the happy fun people's republic of freedom I'm starting to feel a little paranoid.

>>8584611

Well, if we run away from this policeman, it will look suspicious. So I suggest that we do our best to memorize the way he is leading us and the layout of the city and police station, when we get there. Who knows, we may have to run.

>>8584565
Question: Can I get a better physical description on the protagonist including her manner of dress and whatever she is carrying?

>I'm going to be in a suptg irc channel #BraveNewWorld to offer small updates if posting continues to go down. It won't replace the posting here, but it will allow me to get questions and directions in a more timely manner. I will add them to the main thread here when posting goes back up.
>>8584634
The letter is sealed - all you've read is the name on the front and the name of the city. Seems it didn't come with an address.

>>8584611
Just realized this makes me seem like a paranoid idiot. What I mean is, this guy seems like he doesn't want to have to bother with us. Now, Drake, being the wealthy guy he seemingly is, probably has his own security and office. So if the policeman really didn't want to bother with us, he could just give us directions and let Drake's personal security deal with us. But now he wants us to go with him. He's either very stupid or is planning something. To avoid raising suspicion, we can just tell him that we don't want to be a bother and ask one of the other officers, or the Enforcers, or even just some random schmuck off the street.

>>8584652
Sofia has long dirty blond hair and watery clear blue eyes. Her rather pale skin is mostly covered by a thick gray wool overcoat she is wearing, along with a matching gray furred ushanka (traditional Russian hat for winter weather). Her black boots are well worn and rather scuffed, having seen an extended time of usage. Though rather thin, the boots are lined with newspaper as makeshift insulation. Underneath her coat she has a shoulder sheath for her large hunting knife, as well as a hidden sheath in her boot for a thin skinning knife. If she uses her power, her irises glow a rather bright light blue. Her body build is a tad short, yet she is lithe and flexible due to her hand-to-hand training. In both arms she should be cradling a pump-shotgun that's wrapped in a slightly tattered blanket. The revolver she is carrying is holstered just under her left armpit.

>>8584672
>Can I get a URL? sup/tg/'s irc doesn't seem to want to work for me today.

>>8584733
>>8584651
Do you folks wish to follow the policeman or ask another? Or catch up with the three soldiers walking away from the platform?

>>8584760
>http://www.suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/chat.html
>IRC server: irc.thisisnotatrueending.com on 6667 (alternate port 9999)

Follow the cop! Yeah!

>>8584764
“Thanks for your help, sir!” The policeman only grunts in reply, muttering about how he’s glad to get away from this bloodbath of a scene. He takes you down a rather busy main street, full of people bustling around in thick clothing. The snow this year doesn’t seem to be -that- heavy, and most of it has been cleared from the streets that you pass by. The officer eventually turns and heads up the steps into a rather large police station with you close behind him. Stopping by a rather busy receptionist desk, he leans over to ask them to connect a line to the Hall Manor. They comply, and soon the receptionist asks the officer for a message to relay. He merely jerks a thumb at you and replies, “Ask her, I’m just here for the ride.”

What I wanted to say, but the server was down is: might it not be a good idea to stash our weapons somewhere before entering a government building?

>>8584872
Most of your weapons are concealed and they haven't checked you out. So you're OK for now. I'm being lenient because of the posting going down. To remind you, we are making choices on IRC when this goes down.

>>8584836

"Well, I'm delivering a letter from John Treims."
That's basically what you should explain.

ask the receptionist what her message is. Also start ask the police officer if there is a library or something of the sort around here

>>8584932
erp I meant to say tell her what our message is.

>>8584932
What are we going to do in library?

>>8584962

you'll be surprised what information you can find in a library, such as:maps of surrounding area, History, and finally better insinuation for our boots

>>8584962
Read books. What else?

>John Treims is your Father's name. The year is 2043.

>>8584915
You step towards the desk and she offers you the phone, which you take quickly. From the earpiece you can hear a rather loud crunching, as if someone was eating something hard. "Hello? Who's got a message for us?" A rather lazy sounding female voice drones out.

"Um, I'm delivering a letter from a John Treims. He sent me to Mr. Drake to stay there for a time."

"Oh really..." The chomping continues for a moment, and you hear some unintelligible yelling in the background. Shortly, the chewing noise returns. "Sure, come on over. Ask any policeman over there to take you. He should do it without much complaint. We grease their pockets enough for -that-."

Try to get an officer to show us ID before we follow him.

>>8585050
You wave the police officer over to you and inform him that he is to take you to the mansion directly. He sighs in dismay, but returns the phone to the receptionist, who waves goodbye and returns to her work. "Alright then, let me find us a vehicle. Need some solid chains on it. Ice should be solid enough with this weather." He instructs you to wait in front of the station, and shortly returns in a white painted jeep. It looks rather battered and would be a bumpy ride for sure, but you take note of the rather solid looking tires. This thing definitely isn't going to slide around.

You pull yourself into the passenger seat, and the officer hits the accelerator. With a lurch the vehicle starts forward and begins an arduous trip through traffic, dodging jaywalkers hap-hazardously. Insanity.

It takes some time, but eventually you break clear of the city and start flying through a rather flat road edged by snow-covered Evergreen trees. The snow hasn't been cleared as much here, but the vehicle plows through with heedless abandon. "We have to hit a high speed before we hit the lake!" The officer yells at you. "Need to get the momentum up so we can make good time!"

>>8585185
...okay, so we hit high speeds and then...?

Well this is exciting.

>>8585185
“HOLD ON!” The road suddenly cuts out from beneath you, and for a moment you and the vehicle are airborne. Then gravity takes control of the situation as you are dropped heavily against an unyielding surface. The initial bump is a large one, but after that you notice that whatever you’re travelling on is almost perfectly flat. You look out to see a huge empty expanse of ice, surrounded by trees. In front of you is a small island as far as you can tell, with what seems to be a rather large building perched on it. You have little time to take in the sights, as a rather large rumbling sound seems to be coming from all around you, echoing in the vast expanse. “SHIT! Thought it was thick enough! PLEASE HOLD!” It dawns on you that the sheet of ice you’re riding upon might not be able to support your weight, which generally isn’t a good thing.
(still writing)

>>8585260
Thankfully you don’t plunge through the ice, and you can see the policeman finally relax once you reach solid ground. The mansion is a bit farther up past the shore, partially hidden by several large trees. The jeep stops with a lurch and you shakily exit the vehicle, relieved to be back on soil. The officer practically skips up the stairwell, which seems to be carved out of solid rock and adorned with four large statues at its corners. A Tiger, Lion, Jaguar and Leopard stare into nothingness with faces of stone. Whoever Drake is, he definitely has quite an air for the dramatic.

The officer reaches the top of the stairs and knocks heavily on the door before standing at attention. You slowly work your way up the steps to stand next to him, and are greeted by a rather tall man with graying hair. Dressed in a rather fine black suit, he bows and waves you both inside. “Please come in, our household is overjoyed to have guests. We heard that you were coming, and prepared accordingly. Unfortunately Master Hall will be unable to join you at this time, but we’d be happy to give you a tour while you wait.” Turning to the officer, he ushers him inside. “Please come in dear sir. Thank-you for making your way here in this season to bring us our courier – please enjoy some refreshments in the dining room to take the chill off. The once glum officer seems overjoyed to be invited inside. Two-faced jerk.

For some reason the behavior of tall man seems strange to me, a bit too welcoming. They must be plotting something!

>>8585331
Heh. Inquire as to why there isn't a bridge, and what they do during the summer.

>>8585381

Take a boat, I'd assume.

>>8585381
"My dear, this lake is too large for a simple bridge to cover, and a larger one would cost an extraordinary amount of money. As for the summer, that's what we have boats for."

>>8585331
The Butler closes the door gently behind you, and pushes a small button next to the frame. After a few moments, a rather tall maid approaches from the top of a wooden staircase just outside the lobby and works her way down. You can hear a slight crunching sound as she approaches, and she soon stops across from you and the Butler - the Officer having disappeared in the direction of what you take to be the dining hall. "This the chick who was on the phone?" She drags out in a southern drawl as she chews away at whatever is making that annoying noise. She swallows and reaches into her outfit's front pocket for some more, only to be stopped by the Butler who slaps her hand disapprovingly. "Quit it, Camille! Do your job for once." She rolls her eyes in response to his reprimand, and looks at you with mournful eyes. "Ol' Jeeves here is such a slave-driver get away while you still can!" "My name ISN'T 'Jeeves'! Its James! Use it!"

>>8585486
Camille shrugs her shoulders, and sighs noisily. “So what do you want me to do, boss?” “Take her on a tour around the place dear, as she could be staying with us for awhile.” Turning to you, he offers a hand. “Oh, do you mind giving me your letter? When the Master gets back I’m sure he’ll want to read it.”

offer to deliver the letter ourselves, take the tour

>>8585521
"Um, no thank you. I'll give it to him myself when I see him."

>>8585552
Sounds like a good idea.

>>8585552
>>8585544
"Um, no thank you. I'll give it to him myself when I see him."

James straightens and frowns slightly, but waves you on. "Very well, I'll let you know when he has returned."
Camille pulls on your arm slightly to get you moving. "Come on now, let me show you the place." You follow her closely, your boots tracking water throughout the mansion. Camille stops once the both of you are out of the Butler's line of sight, and dips into her apron pocket to pull out some rock candy, which she gleefully pops into her mouth. The loud crunching noises begin again as she offers you some while working her way around a mouthful. "Its good stuff! Try some!"

We try some and warmly thank her.

don't do it, it's probably addictive.

take candy thank maid

>>8585666
Is it normal rock candy, or evil addictive drug that happens to be called rock candy?

>>8585666
cautiously take some, make sure its not poisonous or whatever.

>>8585684
You take a handful and pop it in your mouth, enjoying a rare taste of sugar and crunching away noisily. You smile and mumble your thanks, to which she merely smiles and nods.

The small moment of sharing over, she leads you to a rather large entrance of a room where loud clattering noises are coming from. She puts her forefinger against her lips and slowly makes as if to tiptoe into the room. You follow close by, only to be greeted by a rather large kitchen knife flying at your face.

>>8585666
take the candy

>>8585771

play the part of the scared little girl

Good to see you back supernova, been reading what I missed, I must admit I am pleased and impressed. Quality writing is a rarity on /tg/.

Also kitchen knife...play it defensively, back off, non agressive.

>>8585771
Well shit. Five bucks says it's an accident. Step back out of the way of any more flying cutlery, ask what that was all about.

>>8585818
Glad you like it - been moving slow today with posting being on and off - I'm in #BraveNewWorld on the suptg irc for when it goes down.

>>8585795
>>8585818
>>8585829
"I told you to STAY OUT of my Kitchen Camille! I'm not going to restock the sugar again if you keep on poaching it!"

You back off quickly to avoid the flying knife but land rather hard on your rear on the tiled floor while doing so. Looking up, you see a rather worried looking chef staring nervously at you. "Are you alright, little miss? I didn't graze you, did I? Its just a joke with Camille, you see." He is nervously drying his hands on a rather immaculately clean apron, and walks up to you quickly while offering a hand.

"Way to spook the guest, Bernard. Now she won't ever want to eat your cooking." Camille drags out in her rather southern drawl.

>>8585941
"I typically don't get greeted with flying kitchen knives, please don't do that again. I'm rather fond of my current haircut."

>>8585995
"I typically don't get greeted with flying kitchen knives, please don't do that again. I'm rather fond of my current haircut."

Bernard looks slightly put off by your rather cutting remark and pulls you up while looking genuinely sorrowful. "Don't worry miss, it won't happen again. I won't harm a hair on your head. If it wasn't for that candy crunching menace I'd have never done it in the first place!" He shoots a glare at Camille, who feigns an expression of innocence though you can clearly see her hand in some sort of jar.

"Get OUT!" Bernard is almost livid with anger as she skips gleefully out of the Kitchen, waving you onwards. "Ha ha! Got ya again! Come on babe, let me show you the rest of this place!"

>>8586089
Follow her.

>>8586089
"Oh, well it's ok...uh, I guess I'll see you later then? Bye." Pursue Camille, keep on toes in case of other lethal flying objects.

>>8586089
explore house.

>>8586089
Sometime while walking ask Camille, "Does...uh everyone here throw knives like that? I mean, I've never met a cook like that. I mean one that can you know, throw knives and nearly kill me...and cook. Who is Mr.Drake?"
(I see her asking this kind of quietly and nervous/rapid, thats my view on the character so far.)

>>8586143
>>8586137
"Oh, well it's OK...uh, I guess I'll see you later then? Bye." You quickly move after Camille and leave Bernard to banging pots and pans together in a sort of musical rage.

"Does...uh everyone here throw knives like that? I mean, I've never met a cook like that. I mean one that can you know, throw knives and nearly kill me...and cook. Who is Mr.Drake?" Camille stifles a laugh. "Well, Bernard can be a bit uptight sometimes, but he's rather harmless. As for Mr. Drake, well... He's a man of many talents. Don't be put off by his initial impression when you see him."

You pass through an extravagantly decorated dining hall and into what appears to be a rather comfortable living room. Several overstuffed chairs face a large fireplace, mounted upon which is a rather well detailed painting of a large gray wolf baring its teeth at a leaping white tiger. The Officer from earlier is seated quite comfortably in one of the chairs with a glass of liquor, apparently quite pleased with himself. The Butler is seated in the adjacent chair, and they both look up when you and Camille enter.

"Hey there, girlie! Looks like you were the real deal! Thanks a lot!" The Officer chortles in a slightly inebriated state. He motions with the glass towards the painting. "Just look at that beauty! Want to hear the story behind it?"

>>8586291
Sure, why not.

>>8586291
Sit down ridgidly, and not directly across from the officer, and let him tell his story.

>>8586291
glare at him, I imagine we're not fond of drunks.

>>8586291
"Well, the Tiger there is our very own Chun Yon, the great cat of the North! No one could surpass him, not even the American’s Gray Wolf! He was one hell of a fighter though, put up a brutal resistance against our General, but we got him in the end! His troops held out to the end, got to give them credit for that. I heard he himself went down fighting in a blizzard. Tough bastard." He takes another sip and comments to the Butler, "Still though, I can't believe you folks are hosting him here. Its going to be a fantastic event! With my luck I'll be able to see him from a distance with the rest of the city. Bah."

>>8586454
"Ho-hosting who? Who's hosting who? This doesn't have anything to do with me does it? Camille could you explain to me what's going on here, I just got into town with this letter from my father I'm alone, tired, hungry, and now this drunk is going on about a tiger and wolf fighting and I don't..."
(start out with a little worry evident in the voice...then get a little miffed, and finish with a long tired sigh)

>>8586451
You give him a stiff glare which he fails to catch, but James does and urges Camille to usher you out. "Come on, one last place to hit. Ol' Jeeves there is keeping him from pinching anything that isn't nailed down, so don't make me have to watch you too."

>>8586549
"Ho-hosting who? Who's hosting who? This doesn't have anything to do with me does it? Camille could you explain to me what's going on here? I just got into town with this letter from my father I'm alone, tired, hungry, and now this drunk is going on about a tiger and wolf fighting and I don't..." you heave with a deep, rather confused sigh as Camille quickly pushes you out of the living area.

"Alright, alright. Lets hit upstairs so I can show you to your room. The Master should be awake now anyway, so you can give him your letter and go."

>>8586454
I vote we nod neutrally. We've already heard about the Tiger from after we got off the train, remember anon?

I vote we ask what the officer knows about the Grey Wolf.

>>8586595
Yes, back on track!

>>8586595
Camille takes another mouthful of her candy and beings to go back up the staircase she came down initially. She heads off to the right and pauses in front of a rather solid looking oak door. Rapping on it twice rather loudly, she steps back as it opens inwards.

A rather sturdy looking man appears in the doorway, wearing a rumpled white silk shirt and khaki pants. Several red stains are jarringly noticeable on his shirt, and he is holding a half-empty wine bottle in his right hand while using his left to support himself against the door-frame. His eyes, though slightly bloodshot, narrow when he notices you. "What do you want, Camille? Who is this?"

"I... This the courier that we said would be coming earlier, with the letter. I didn't catch her name, but..." She looks at you for assistance.

>>8586749
"I am [insert name here]. My father sent me to see you. He said you could help me. I have a letter."

It's Seeker's Interests if any of you remember from HANA quest. AWESOME NEW QUEST FROM SUPERNOVA (caps lock for cruise control).

Mumbling under breath as we see him, "Great another drunkard."

in response
"I'm Sofia, (father's name)'s daughter."

>>8586749
"...another drunk. I'm Sofia, and I have a letter for Mr.Drake. I was hoping to meet him tonight, but so far all I've met is a lethal chef, a drunk police officer, a stern butler, and Camille here who I'm not quite sure what to make of and you drunk #2. Where's Mr.Drake."
(she is defintely annoyed now, rather than nervous)

>>8586850
yeah, I'd agree with the annoyed tone, I'm laughing at all the drunken hating going on

forgot name in last post, it's seeker's interest again

>>8586749
"...another drunk. I'm Sofia, and I have a letter for Mr.Drake. I was hoping to meet him tonight, but so far all I've met is a lethal chef, a drunk police officer, a stern butler, Camille here who I'm not quite sure what to make of, and you Drunk #2. Where's Mr. Drake?" Camille looks horrified, but the man merely leans back and laughs loudly.

"Oh that's great! Just rich!" He recovers himself astonishingly fast and stares at you with a grim expression on your face. "I'm Drake, Sofia. Master of this house. Now if you have a letter for me I'd suggest you give it to me before I kick you out of my home so you can spend the night driving back with your drunken police man."

>>8586889
Well to be fair, we were beaten and almost raped by a drunk. So yeah. Just another reason why keeping the door locked is a good idea.

"John Treims gave me this letter for you sir."

Hand him the letter curtsy and stand back to find out that our father is the gray wolf.

>>8586948
*fuming commences*
We, I assume, take on characteristics like that of our element right? Well, yeah, I guess you could take that question as self explanatory as to the above action.

I have a few elaborate questions about our power if you don't mind Supernova.

Can we transmit electricity through metal through an exposed part of our body to travel down and shock/electrocute something?

Can we manage to start a spark inside a bullet casing to make a person's bullets go off inside the weapon/chamber?

>>8586948
Hand over the letter, sternly. This place has been annoying enough.

>>8586948
Blush, honestly embarrassed,"Oh no...sorry, I've had a REALLY long day look here's the letter my dad gave me. He said that you might be able to take care of me, I really don't want to be thrown out, please don't throw me out! I'm really sorry. I'm all alone right now..."
(she looks sincerely sad at the end there, since her old life is effectively over at this point.)

>>8587005
Yes, in a way you do slightly take on emotional characteristics akin to your elemental attribute. Yes you can transmit electricity from any part of your body, and metal is highly conductive. I don't think it will be that effective trying to channel it through your boots though. You could try to electrically ignite the gunpowder in someone's weapon, but you'd have to either do it while touching the weapon or be able to hit it with a ranged electrical attack.

>>8587069
so nervous, and jittery seems to be fitting her well enough with surges of anger and frequently dramatic mood swings from anger to sad in a sentence? fits electricity from my perspective.

>>8587086
whole heartedly agree, but i suggest bottling up at times as an emotional roleplaying flaw would make a very interesting character, and especially interesting when she reacts with the person she blows up on

hmm do we have a short attention span too?

>>8587112
I'm sorry, what was that? I got distracted.

>>8586948
"Oh no... Sorry, I've had a REALLY long day - Look, here's the letter my dad gave me. He said that you might be able to take care of me and I really don't want to be thrown out Please don't throw me out! I'm really sorry. I'm all alone right now..." You blush deeply with embarrassment, followed by cringing slightly as you offer your letter to Drake.

He takes it from you with a deft motion and rips the envelope open. A few moments pass as he inspects the letter, with Camille looking nervously from him to you. Sighing deeply, he crumples up the letter into his left fist and looks at you for a moment before turning to Camille. "Get her a bed for the night. She'll stay for now."

He shuts the door rather loudly, and Camille sighs deeply before she leans over to yell in your ear. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Jeeze girl, don't tangle with the Master like that! Trying to get yourself kicked out with -this- weather outside? Fool!" She leads you to a rather comfortably furnished room and prods you inside. "Here's your room for the night. I'm sure you'll talk more in the morning."

You're tired, and don't even bother to get out of your coat as your flop on the welcoming bed. You hardly close your eyes before you fall asleep and not even a dream pierces your deep slumber.

-Session End.-

Posting down? I'm not a true internet goer and don't have IRC, sooooo yeah

>>8587217
Not that I know of, thank god. Earlier today was awful.

The floor is open to questions.

>>8587217
>>8587209
What impeccable timing......
aw, session end so soon, we usually go so late!

>>8587249
I've been running since 3 - I'm rather tired. And we've finished all the objectives you've set for your first day. Next session you'll confirm what people you want to hang around with for good. At least I hope so.

Oh, Next Session is Tuesday at 7 PM EST. Gonna try to run it late as usual.

does sofia have access, or working knowledge of the rebellion, also how many years has it been since the rebellion.

>>8587209

Been meaning to tell you how amazing this is all day - couldn't post though. Will be looking for more, hopefully I don't miss it since I don't come to tg often.

>>8587366
I came in late, but it was very nice to read through the whole thing. Very well done.

>>8587366

Thanks for telling us, will be back then!

>What did our dad teach us about history?

The United States has been supplanted by the Democratic Republic of the North American People after a rather brutal Uprising of Anarchists that overthrew the government. When China intervened on the side of the Anarchists and placed a puppet Dictator in power, a massive insurgency began under the direction of four high ranking soldiers codenamed: Gray Wolf, Dingo, Golden Jackal, and the Coyote, and titled according to their area of combat expertise. In response to this, China sent in its own four soldiers of note (Tiger, Lion, Jaguar, and Leopard) to head a counter-insurgency campaign to stabilize its new puppet state. The resulting clash was devastating, but within an extremely brutal year the insurgency was worn down as the Chinese onslaught was unrelenting. Strangely enough, in what was to be a final battle with the insurgency, multiple nuclear warheads detonated along the East Coast and the resulting fallout spread out into the Central US. The detonations have been blamed on the insurgency as a last ditch effort to take as many of the opposition with them as they could, as after the event the four leaders were designated KIA.

>>8587385
It has been almost twenty years since the rebellion, and Sofia does not have any access, or knowledge pertaining said access, to the rebellion.

>>8587468
what no GREY FOX!

>>8587577
No. No foxes.

>>8587577

We shall become gray fox

>>8587577
What about the Spirit Fox?

Drunk hamster!

>>8587610

I second this!

>>8587782
And then we bring in Heie and the rest of the cast...

>>8587870

JUST HOWLING IN THE SHADOWS!

>>8587922
DRAGON... OF THE DARKNESS... FLAME!

Roll 2d25 for our alias.

rolled 17, 10 = 27

>>8588169
I'll humor you.

>>8588243
No fucking way. Dragon Girl? And here I was shooting for Arctic Fox.

>>8588252

Sounds a bit Sailor Moon-esque.

rolled 16, 13 = 29

>>8588169
dragon girl...
lets see if I can't do better, watch me get thunder thighs.

>>8588663
...summer murderer