FUCK YES ITS BLOOD QUEST!!!

FUCK YEAR!!!!!

So what happens if we get on our period?

Ok, I've wanted to say this for so long...

Cut our hair so that we are less recognizable by people in public, since that one dude recognized us in the 7-11.

FUCK YES BLOOD QUEST!!!

>>9740742
Remember? We already have short hair. We don't have that much to cut.

Also, when was the last time we ate?

>>9740742
this is a good idea, maybe we should go to a hairdresser and get it dyed blonde or something

>>9740801
red

>>9740801
You know what would be nice? Wigs. That way we could easily change our appearance on the fly.

Maybe our next trip to rob a store should be a beauty supply store. Also soap and cleansing items.

>>9740808
Agreed

Also: Fuck yeah, bloodquest!

>>9740808
you know i like red too, though also wigs are good, but decent wigs can be expensive.

>>9740742
You go to work on your hair with your butterfly knife, having no scissors. You pretty much cut yourself unrecognizable, though you do now have a very distinctive, messy-looking pixie cut.
You have
-$546.80
-a Butterfly knife
-HAMMER PANTS
-a Suit jacket
-a fedora
-a BITCHIN HEADBAND
-a FLASHLIGHT
-I probably missed SOMETHING ELSE
>What do?

>>9740835
Go to the surface, buy some fresh clothes and soap. Also, we need food.

>>9740835
ok then, i still suggest the hair dye but i guess we should go get some food or something, been a while since we ate right? or is this right after the 7/11?

Explore the sewers a bit until night, when we can plunder!

>>9740834
We don't need a picutre perfect wig. Just something that helps us look not like out previous self. It doesn't have to pass more than a glancing look.

Anyway, I don't think we've had any real food in awhile. I say we venture above ground via the parking garrage exit and try to get some food. It's noon according to blood, so things should be hectic enough that we can grab a bite to eat at a Mc Donalds or something.

Head to the 7-11 and get a slurpee

>>9740882
Screw McDonalds, go to Taco Bell!

>>9740908
lets avoid that 7/11 the clerk recognized us didn't he?

>>9740882
face mask

What's the weather like right now? We may be wearing conspicuous clothing depending on the time of year, especially in Miami. It may be worth another trip to the Goodwill if it will help us fit in better. Plus then we have several outfits to choose from when one gets dirty and smelly and we don't have time to wash it.

We should also try to buy as little as possible, and steal what we can. Save the money for food and potentially a way to get out of Miami and away from Arkham labs.

You head up to the surface cautiously, quick to mingle with the crowd (as best you can in a plaid suit-jacket)
You stop at a McDonalds and eat a double cheeseburger alongside the cubicle rats on break. Your blood hums a merry tune to itself; he's been well-behaved today.
Stopping at a CVS, you purchase RED HAIR DYE, as well as several gallons of WATER and a bar of SOAP.
The wheelbarrow in your lair will suffice as a tub for now.

You have 512$ remaining.
>What do?

>>9740953
Head to a walmart or a mall or something. Let's get some new clothes.

lol i just thought how funny it would be to see how our blood reacts to heroin

>>9740953
Congradulate BLOOD. He's beeing a cool dude right now and we want a good relationship with our BLOOD

>>9740979
Avoid Walmart during the day, the crazies only go to Walmart at night.

Buy a newspaper if we can. See what kind of town that we are in and see if they say anything weird in it.

we may wanna find a building to squat in so that we dont smell like sewer all the time and the soap is, y'know, useful

>>9740953
Ask your blood if it thinks it can remain sentient if it is put into someone else's body.

>>9741066
There are probably hotels with weekly rates on the edge of town, or you could try to find an abandoned house.
>>9741006
Your blood burbles with happiness. "I'm glad we can be friends," it says. "Though sometimes you put us in pretty scary situations..."

You have wandered your way over to a Wal-Mart. You are outside the area of sewer that you are familiar with.
>What do?

>>9741113
"I'm not sure.." your blood says. "I can't even imagine what that would feel like..."

>>9741131
i think, in that case, we should find a cheapish motel, after we dye our hair of course. dont do this until seconded though. also i g2g but ill try to be back next time :(

>>9741131
"Sorry bro, shit happens"

We buy basic stuff, tooth brush, "nice" clothing, snack, tooth paste, mouth wash, body wash, shampoo, ect. Then we find a motel, a job, and live out the rest of our lives as a normal person

>>9741131
Let's go in and buy some clothes. Preferably something gothy that will go with our pixie cut. the dark colors will also help us when we venture outside at night.

>>9741197
night vision goggles

>>9741197
>>9741250
lots of fun stuff in American wallmarts

>>9741176
A normal person whose blood occasionally needs to consume the homeless?
>>9741197
>>9741281
You venture into the Walmart, placing various toiletries in a basket (toothpaste, brush, etc.) You buy yourself a pair of black demin jeans and a nondescript black tank top. It is a mess of humanity, fat white spawn-matrons and chattering cuban larvae cross your path every few moments.

You camp out in the restroom for the 25 minutes or so it takes to dye your hair, then check out a leave.

You now have DARK RED HAIR.
You have purchased toiletries and new clothes.

You have $504.43 remaining

(Sidenote: I'm glad everyone's so excited for bloodquest. was it the dramatically late entrance?)

>>9741250
You can purchase night vision goggles for 149.99.
>Will you do so?

>>9741380
Sure? Why not. We can mug someone later on if we need more money.

Also, let's get some kind of backpack to carry our stuff in.

>StonerDM
>(I've consumed three vodka/cranberries in addition to a bowl and half or so. Let's see how this affects my ability to DM!)

Are you Goshujin's swedish doppleganger?

>>9741437
Are you...are you saying I should smoke moar?
>>9741433
you have a backpack that you've been storing your smaller possessions in. I knew I forgot SOMETHING.

After purchasing the goggles, you have about 350 dollars remaining. Your blood chirps softly. "What's that for?"

Tell your blood it's so you can see into the shadows and explore the sewers better.

Get a first aid kit, a good one. We can't always rely upon our sanguikinesis to handle our injuries.

Actually, we should buy up a full emergency kit and a backpack for it, and set it up so that we can grab it and run without being utterly without supplies. Our lair in the sewers won't go undetected forever.

>>9741519
"Oh," it marvels. "it must be strange to have eyes."
You think about reminding it that it sprouts dozens of hideous, unblinking eyes when in the revels of a feeding frenzy, but shake your head. why bother?

>Are you...are you saying I should smoke moar?

No, but DMing under X seems to be the norm for you and him. He dms under rum and/or beer, always, final destination. Anyway, keep trucking.

>>9741604
>Oh please, talented StonerDM, do us a service and smoke moar, that you might grace us with your Cannabinoid-perfumed presence.

...I shall, my child.

Let's go ahead and snag a first aid kit. It'll be useful.

And I think that's all we need. Can you guys think of anything else?

>>9741561
A first aid kit will run you about 10.50

You already have many of the tools necessary for an emergency pack, including a toolbox, nails, a hammer, a knife, and bottles of water. What else would you like to add?

>>9741656
A multitool might be handy. Pliers, bolt cutters, wirecutters. More spare batteries, a stronger flashlight. Maybe an inflatable air mattress.

If we know any chemistry, we could get a lot of helpful chemicals from which to make useful items. Set up a whole underground lab.

>>9741778
You purchase additional batteries, and a stronger, more durable-looking FLASHLIGHT, in addition to set of BOLT/WIRE CUTTERS, as well as a small MULTITOOL with a built in flashlight to use as backup. You are just below 300 dollars as far as your currency goes.

"You're really into being prepared," your blood observes.

So yeah, I think that's it for walmart. let's head back to our lair and explore the sewers some more.

>>9741869
Oh, also buy some snacks. Cereal, crackers, some drinks. We should really get enough supplies that we can spend a few days lying completely low if the situation calls for it.

>>9742125
You purchase a bit more food, then return surreptitiously to your sewer lair. Resupplied. For now, the underground shall remain your base of operations. Stashing some food in your bed, you venture forth into the sewer system, easily recalling yesterday's routes. You think you extend your geography to cover several manholes in a suburban area, which would make your subterrainean reach impressive indeed.

You page through a newspaper you purchased topside. There is second-page article about a "continuing manhunt" for 4 escaped patients from Arkham Research.

>>9742260
Do they have profiles and descriptions? I would like to learn more about our counterparts. And ourselves, now that I think on it. We must have had a name other than 82 at some point.

Inform our blood that we'd rather be prepared than not, and it's not like we're using the money for anything else. Also ask if it has anything it would like us to get. Not now, since we're done with shopping, but next time we hit the stores.

The listed names of escaped patients are Maksim Wade, Phillip Walker, Helen Tanner, and Eloise Westchester.
Presumably, you are one of those people.

>>9742346
fuck our old name, we are 82 and Garfield, the dynamic duo!

>>9742346
the twist is we were one of the male patients

>>9742346
That's all the information they have on them? Darn. If they've got pictures, try to memorize them so that we'll know the others if we come across them.

And I'm almost sorry I asked. I don't particularly want to be named Helen or Eloise. Better stick with 82 for now.

After that... keep exploring, take a nap, whatever. Not like we've got any pressing concerns right now.

>>9742346
Five dollars says we're Phillip Walker.

You feel a buzzing in your jacket pocket. Confused, you pull forth the cheap cell phone you purchased at the 7-11. It's ringing.
Funny. You don't remember activating it.

now that we know the sewer pretty well lets feed Garfield somewhere away from his last few meals, keep the hunters guessing

>>9742474
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>9742474
Answer it, and be moving quickly while we talk. Get away from our home. They're watching and listening and probably tracing the call, can't let them know where we are.

>>9742556
>>9742519
"...UUUUUUUUUCK YOU" you shout into the receiver as you swiftly move out into the tunnels.
"Who is it?" your blood whispers, not wanting to intrude.
"82. So good to hear from you," a deep male voice sounds on the end of the phone. "I trust you're enjoying your little joyride?"
"WHO IS IT?" your blood whispers, louder and more hoarse.

>>9742474
how are we getting reception in the sewers?

>>9742587
"It's polite to start a phone call with your name, you know. And I've had better."

>>9742587
"Joyride? we... I just want to be left alone. comply and you wont get hurt"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten your old pal 54, have you?" the deep voice chuckles.
You dont remember ever meeting a..54...
"Well never mind that, sweetheart. Things got mixed up in the escape, I understand that...why don't you come on back, meet me outside of town. we can get away from here..." he sounds legitimately concerned; you don't trust him. You wonder if that says more about you or him. You lose track of what he was saying.

Shit just got real.

Ask him who he is.

>>9742609

>>9742556
This. Keep moving, and ditch the phone if this conversation takes too long. The longer we talk the longer our position is compromised, and we have no intention of being recaptured or killed.

>>9742676
Hmm. Go to the edge of town, but NOT by the most direct route. Take a side route and watch to see if there are police or private security forces around. Beware of unmarked vehicles you don't know are unoccupied.

Ask him how he got this number.

>>9742676
"I'll... think about it." Hang up. Pull the battery out of the phone. Dispose of it somewhere a decent distance away from the last place you were talking on it.

There's no way that one of the other escapees would have our number. That makes this a trap- that clerk must have mentioned that we bought a phone, and they traced what number it was to find out how to call us.

We need to move our hideout. The phone was with us, and it might have been secretly transmitting our position for days; probably not, but why risk it? Hopefully we've found a few other potential hiding spots in the sewers by now...

Ask our blood if we know a 54.

You climb a manhole that leads to a back alley, then casually join in the pedestrian crowd.
"Don't 54 me. what's your real name."
Laughter. "What's YOUR real name?"
You fume in frustrated silence. Your blood shivers, feeling your anger rise.
"How did you get this number?" you mutter, looking around, paranoia looming over you like a shrowd.
"I looked it up, darlin'," 54 chuckles.
You move away from the urban center, staying on foot.

>>9742826
This.
A million times this.

I'd say we're being a bit too paranoid if we start freaking out and ditching everything and moving our base of operations. I mean sure it's suspicious, but it gives us something to do, doesn't it? I say let's go meet him. What's the worst that can happen?

Knowing our luck with dice rolls, a lot. But eh, it's still something more interesting than foraging.

>>9742826
You hang up, smashing the battery and the phone separately and tossing them in a dumpster.
"Do we know a 54?" You ask your blood.
"He must have been from Arkham. i cant remember ever meeting anyone..."
You are walking down the street, phoneless. You're thinking of circling back to the lair to grab some supplies, when a women ahead of you on the street answers her cell phone, then stops, looking confused. She looks back, noting your features, before murmuring into the phone nervously, then handing it towards you.
"It's.....for you..." she says, confused and stupefied.

>>9742880
Uh... "it gives us something to do" is NOT an adequate reason to put ourselves in a situation where we will likely be captured and taken back there. Wherever "there" was. We can't remember our past, and they were doing things to us, we have a number instead of a name, and our blood can talk. This is a lot of red flags. Extreme caution and paranoia is somewhat warranted here!

Further, any situation where our hunters- whomever they may be- might gain additional information about us is one to be avoided. Better to avoid all contact if possible.

Do >>9742826.

>>9742928
Well we're boned. Might as well go and meet the bastard.

>>9742928
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Pick it up and give a calm hello.

>>9742928
Aw, hell.

"Yes?"

>>9742928
K so 54 apparently can manipulate electronics or some shit like that. Great.....

>>9742928
Fuck. We're being observed. Pick up the phone, hang up, and get the fuck out of town ASAP.

>>9742969
If we eat him, will we be able to?

>>9742956
>>9742965
You take the phone, noting the main screen is a mess of random pixels.
"Hello?" you say, calmly.
"Listen, you sassy little cunt," 54 says, sounding rather angry now. "They're gonna take you back to that fucking hole, and they're going to put you in the ground, and you ain't never going to see the sun again."
The woman watches as you are screamed at on her phone. Garfield quivers slightly in your arms and legs.
"Like it or not, we're the best bet for each other. We'll be better off together than we would separately."

>>9743042
How does he know usssssssssss?

>>9743042
listentothisman.jpg

Ask him how to know what he looks like and where to meet him.

>>9743021
Go to 54!
Meet!
Eat!

>>9743042
"There is no call to be insulting. Since you insist, when and where do you want to meet?"

54 scoffs. "There's no call for a lot of shit that happens, little girl.What does that have to do with anything?
You need to get out of the population center. You might think a crowd will keep them from shooting you on sight, but as far as I can tell you'd be wrong. 88 already caught his share of buckshot, he's gone into the swamps.
Head north on I-75. Keep this woman's phone, I'll call you with further directions. Take this man's paper," a man taps on your shoulder, speaking into a phone. He hands you a newspaper. "Check my handsome-ass face," he says. The page two article has one of the male mug shots circled, a grinning bald man with a face full of piercings.

Thank him. Hang up. Thank the man for his paper. Follow the directions.

What's the worse that can go wrong?

So much for our fortified fortress. Grab all the portable shit, then head out.

>>9743300
We could die.

>>9743235
"You look absolutely charming. Any word on our last fugitive?"

Whatever he says, "Fine, then. See you soon... probably."

Proceed back to our base. Load up emergency kit. Purchase a map of the area, and also a can of mace if possible.

After that, the big question is if we want to take a car or proceed on foot.

>>9743320
Yeah, but I think we would have to crit-fail a few dice rolls in succession to pull that off.

Besides, we're the main character! We' can't die.

"The little girl? I'm afraid even I don't know much about her."
"Fine, then. See you soon....probably." You say, then hang up the phone. The man and woman stare at you, obviously dumbfounded at this bizarre turn of events. You bolt with the woman's phone.
A few streets over, you descend down a manhole and creep your way back to the lair. You load up your backpack with the rest of your stored food and money, then set out.
"This 54 guy doesn't seem so bad," your blood chimes in. "I'll bet he can help us figure this whole thing out."

>Now, the real question is, will you walk, or take a car?

>>9743331
That reminds me. You know what else we need? Running shoes. Good ones. Wandering around without quality footwear is a bad thing, particularly if we are going into likely combat/chase situations.

>>9743314
We never really fortified it worth a damn.

>>9743347
I'm pretty sure the fate that awaits us in the event of failure is worse than death. Anyway, we should seek to avoid putting ourselves in situations where we have to roll at all if possible.

>>9743424
We want a van

>>9743498
Are you going to rent a car or try to hotwire one?

>>9743533
Hotwire

>>9743554
>Roll a d100 to find and succesfully hotwire a van.

Yeah, I agree. Let's try to avoid rolling dice as much as possible.

And watch trying to hotwire the car require a dice roll

>>9743570
Son of a bitch. Somebody else roll. I'm cursed with dice.

>>9743577
>Ha ha oh wow

rolled 45 = 45

>>9743570

rolled 53 = 53

>>9743570

(A note about d100 rolls: 82 has a hidden character sheet with stats pertaining to a hidden system. These rolls are being modified, it's not just totally random)
(lol randum XD)

>>9743623
EVERY GOD DAMN FUCKING TIME

>>9743645
45 outa 100 aint bad

Lulz Lulz Lulz.

You manage to find a van parked behind a restaurant. You hotwire it easily, but it doesn't run very well. It chokes a bit as you exit the parking lot. You speed away, but the noise could have alerted people earlier than you'd have hoped for.
You swiftly get on the highway and drive north. About fifteen minutes into the drive, your new phone rings.

Yeah, I mean it's not exactly terrible. I mean, we've certainly had worse. But still.

>>9743687
Pick it up and answer it.

Also, don't let the spedometer go below 55

>>9743687
"Hello, 54! And how are you this fine day?"

>>9743700
Keeping a healthy weight on the gas, you answer the phone.
"The police radios are talking about you, heart throb," 54's voice croons. His voice is becoming quite annoying.
"WHO IS IT?" your blood whispers excitedly.
"Exit here," 54 instructs. "Drive it north along these back roads a bit, then ditch the van along the side and I'll tell you where to be."

Fuck off questfags.

>>9743748
Smoking a bowl in honor of our first quest hater.

>>9743747
"Police radios? I should have bought one of those! Anything interesting? Ah, well. Exiting, driving, ditching ongoing."

Check the glove box and general van area for any useful items when we have a spare moment.

>>9743747

Holy shit, is he Morpheus?

Don't really have a problem with anything the other anons have suggested. Ditch the car. Search for anything useful. Follow instructions.

>>9743797
"Oh, plenty interesting. Nothing good. Ditch the van."
He hangs up. You drive the van for another ten minutes or so, swampland on either side of you. Pulling it over to the side, you check the glove box and general area.
Of interest:
-2 small plastic baggies of white powder.
-a .38 snub-nosed revolver, with six bullets.
-1 dollar and 65 cents in loose change
-a Pringles can. There are 5 pringles remaining, and some crumbs.

>>9743841
Take it all, stuff the gun (not cocked) into the back of our jeans and put on coat to conceal it. Eat some pringles.

This 54 must have power over electronics, like we do over blood.

>>9743841
Pringles? Awesome. Consume them immediately.

Add gun, bullets, and drugs to backpack.

>>9743841
nice we just jacked a drug dealer's van

You stuff the uncocked pistol in your back pocket, adjusting your fedora against the sun. The sound of an approaching engine draws your attention.
A black SUV pulls to a stop in front of you. The front door swings open, and you hear 54's cocky fucking voice.
"Come on, get in!"
What a prick.

>>9743870
A dealer would probably have more than two baggies. Maybe there's more in the back.

Eh, doesn't matter. Think we can successfully get the van somehow lost in the swamp, rather than merely parked on the side, without getting our clothes all nasty?

>>9743929
Get in! Maybe offer him a pringle or two?

>>9743929
*sigh* Get in. Like a boss. A sexy boss. We'll have to deal with his attitude problems later.

Get in and offer him the drugs. He seems like the type that would enjoy it.

>>9744004
we don't want to have a drugged up driver

You hop into the passenger seat, tossing the baggies on the dashboard. 54 seems as abrasive and high-strung in person as he did on the phone, though he is surrounded by a palpable display of coolness to hide his nerves. He floors it as soon as you shut the door.
The radio won't stop cycling through channels and the windshield wipers are on. 54's bald forehead is sweaty as he looks wildly over at you.

"So, it's nice to see you again. Not really sure if we ever met face to face though, so you've probably never seen me."

Confront him about his ability to track us.

Ask him how we know each other and be up front. Admit we don't even know who the hell he is in the slightest.

We stole the gun, but do we even know how to use a gun? Does 54?

>>9744077
Smile. "I certainly don't remember meeting you before, but that doesn't mean as much as it might to someone else, I think. So, where are we off to?"

"How have you been following me?" you ask guardedly. "And no, I've never seen you before."
Your blood jitters about with your increased heartrate; it remains nervously silent.
54 taps his head.
"That's the million dollar question, isn't it? Well, a 32-billion dollar question anyway. That's how much money's been sunk into this project. Into me. Into us," he talks with his hands. In a big way. The suv swerves slightly as you drive further in rural Florida.

myseriouslymysteriousresponseismysterious.jpg

Push for more information.

>>9744188
"Where are we going anyway?"
"We! Now that's the sort of team spirit I like to hear!" the windshield wipers stop, then start again, now going faster.
"I'm driving us over to the west coast, then up through Tampa, and hopefully out of this fucking state. Too much spanish being spoken into cell phones around here. Makes it hard to think."

Smile in as batshit insane we can, and calmly explain we have no idea what he's talking about, it would be nice if he filled us in NOW GODDAMNIT! Before whatever police, special ops, corporate thugs manage to kill him.

>>9744240
Fuckin' spics

>>9744240
Man, now I feel really bad about leaving the last of our quartet behind. Poor girl.

"I'm having some memory problems, so if you could fill me in on... well, everything... I'd appreciate it. Team spirit, and all, you know."

"Can we at least move to a major city? I don't think we would fit in well with a rural town..."

>>9744240
Try to confirm if his power is over electronics or machinery or what.

>>9744256
54's face falls as you raise your voice at him. He points a finger at you, the car almost going into a ditch.
"Listen. I'm helping you here, you'd still be wandering around the sewers like fucking Gollum if it wasn't for me! Your fuckin' mother taught you to speak better to grown ups."

>>9744256
No! Don't antagonize him! Machine empaths are utterly terrifying to have gunning for you, and our fellow presumed experimental subjects have more cause than just about anyone to side with us. Play everything smooth and cool.

casually bring up our guest from the other night. The one round about buy the shadows. Imply it as a threat explain it as a fact.

>>9744298
>>9744304

>>9744298
Cough like Gollum and laugh. "Sorry, this whole situation is getting to me. Didn't mean to be rude."

>>9744320
Do not threaten, you idiot. We cannot afford to have this man dislike us, and he is almost certainly at least as unbalanced as we are. We are walking on fucking nails here; do not try to run.

>>9744280
He stares sideways at you for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to eat you. Finally, his eyes snap back to the road. Your hazard lights begin blinking.
"Wade," he says, "Maksim Wade. You're either Helen or Eloise, though I don't know if that even matters to you."

>>9744397

Well we don't want him thinking we're as lost and helpless as we really are either though. As you said he's as unbalanced as we are, and we were considering eating him.

>>9744421
"I'm... number 82..." said sadly.

Maybe we should tell him about that other guy though didn't he match the description of one of us?

Ask him if things talk to him too

Ask 54 about the chick from the quartet. Maybe you should pick 'er up.

>>9744421
>He stares sideways at you for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to eat you.
>As you said he's as unbalanced as we are, and we were considering eating him.
Apparently we both consider ourselves the bigger fish. Based on this, I infer that he might have some ability with which to back up his feelings (or he's just crazy and confident). Seeing him act in a dangerous situation might help sort out who would eat whom.

>>9744461
This, then a moment of silence before continuing. "Do you know what kind of pull they'll have in chasing us down? We'll have to stop running eventually."

>>9744461
>>9744462
>>9744470
(your attacker was not one of the Arkham escapees.)
"I'm...number 82," you say, looking at your calloused feet in the passenger seat. You never did get new shoes, you're still wearing the ill-fitting mugger's shoes.
"Do things ever talk to you? Like objects, or body parts?" you ask innocently.
"Shit, not unless you mean a little piece of every cell phone conversation, radio broadcast, and Ventrillo chat in a hundred miles. I read your file, girly," he stratches his head, "Too much blood? A girl who can't stop bleeding? You're just like a regular girl, only four times as often, you got off easy."

Easy? The bloods sentient and we have to nom on people to get him to shut up!

>>9744622

NO our secret we need to keep it that way no matter what
remember they didnt know about it it was nt in our file.

>>9744584
Well, we probably want him to have a bit of an idea as to what we can do if we're working together, so...

Laugh bitterly. "Not so easy, or so simple. Hey, come on out and wave hi. But be nice." [That last is speaking to our blood, obviously.]

>>9744584
Try to calm down so our blood doesn't need to feed so soon.

"Since we're going west, can we stop in Naples so I can get something to eat?"

This should give us enough cover to feed the blood and in a large enough city where a dead mugger won't be missed too much.

Resist sudden urge to make him boil in your blood.

Ask about the other two.

>>9744584
"Suffice it to say my file does not cover even half of my problems.

Anyways, how is it we escaped on the same day? I don't know about you, but I thought I was acting alone when I cut loose."

definitely do not reveal the extent of our powers. We still don't trust this guy and if he pulls some bullshit we want to get the drop on him.

yes, if it's one thing we keep quite about, let it be the facts about our blood, just go with what he thinks he knows about it.

>>9744622
"What? No, that's...they told me the experiment wasn't able to yield a true symbiosis!"
He squeezes the skin between his eyes, blinking rapidly. The radio plays static at increasing volumes.
"Listen, when they brought you were in, you were just an amnesiac that had been showing signs of mild precognition. It was only later they started trying to make you into something else. I guess they didn't have much use for you as a precog?" He shrugs.
"Arkham Research is...remember that warehouse in Indiana Jones that they just throw the ark in? Cause it's just too fucking weird, Uncle Sam doesn't dare use it, but he can't just throw it away? Arkham is like that. It's a private contractor of the government, and it spends exorbitant taxpayer dollars taking a good long look at all the shit that's too strange for the government to explain."
"I got a thing for electricity and radios and shit, in case you hadn't noticed. I was being contained in Arkham, sort of a privilidged prisoner as it were. I would analyze readouts from MRIs and file reports on their various observations in my free time. And if a machine broke down, I could fix it, ten times out of ten."

(sorry nay-sayers, I started typing right before you all started raising a ruckus >_>)

its only worth a bother if it turns out he kills us or something like that

>>9744741
Have another drink, and we'll all forget you did it.

>>9744763
With that much exposition, there's no way im taking it back.

>>9744741
(It's ok dude, next time just type it up in word and copy/paste after refreshing to make sure nobody objected.)

"That's cool... I guess we never have to worry about electronics not working for us."

unless...

See if he can abuse ATM machines to provide us with cash-money-dollars.

>>9744832
This, he'd be able to kill the cameras and delete the records, most likely.

>>9744774
(that's....a great idea. fuck.)
"Damn straight you don't. The cons started outweighing the pros for me a long while back, though."
>>9744832
"Shit, how much do you need? Only problem is it looks suspicious if you take out a shitload, and it could tip off people that are looking for us."

>>9744859
A few hundred for food, lodging, and well-fitted running shoes.

>>9744859
"We're just going to need gas money, that's all. Would getting money from the gas station ATM and then buying gas with it look suspicious?"

Do not tip him off to our wad of cash.

>>9744898
>>9744903
"Yeah, we can do that. I'm just saying, it's not something i think it's prudent to rely on too much. Hrm, hold on..."
He cluthches his head. The car swerves slightly.
"Ung...police radios are chattering up a storm behind us. Talking about some kind of crazy shit; it ain't us."
Your blood perks up at this.
"Doesn't sound like 88. Could only be the girl...13 I think. I never read a file on her..."
he winces. the car continues to swerve, jerking back into the right lane occasionally.
"Jesus christ, three dozen fuckin' car radios just burst back there, what the shit is going on?"

>>9745002
"I thought you said 88 was dead..."

>>9745031
"What? No. I said 88's been shot, and that he's gone into the swamps. It'll take more than buckshot to kill that man."

Guys, we need to consider if it would be wise to tip off 54 that our blood eats people.

Pros: We're sometimes unconscious afterward, he could help deal with it. If we end up shocking him when we do it the first time, he could respond poorly and attack us at a vulnerable moment. Moral support if he responds well to the news.

Cons: Might get totally freaked out and disassociate with us/otherwise turn hostile. Probably would not leave him feeling at ease around us. Would reveal one of our methods of dealing with him if he turns hostile.


I lean towards spilling the beans. Others' thoughts?

>>9745002
"Should we go back for her? If the police are this upset over her, she would probably be an asset to us... And she probably needs help."

>>9745069
Wait a bit longer to tell him. I think it would be best to do it in a setting where there's an animal we can easily let our blood eat to show him how it works. That way we won't be beaten up and unconscious after feeding.

>>9745070
"Shit no, did you just hear what I said? a couple dozen radios back there just went straight to shit, and probably the people in those cars along with them."
"Whatever 13 is, she doesn't need our help."

The dude hears machines speak. He's not going to freak at sentient blood. Plus, he already knows. In other news, has this been archived yet?

>Garfield hunger status: "eh, I could eat"

>>9745070
"Do we need to get 88 too? Is it wiser to split up like this or try to stick together? And how did the others escape? I thought I was the only one who got out..."

>>9745070
i think we should go back for her, because i don't like the idea of her being captured brain washed, weaponized, then sent after us.

>>9745145
>implying they weren't probably trying to weaponize her anyway

>>9745117
Glare at him. "Being able to blow up cars does not mean she doesn't need help. If anything, that means she'll need it even more... it's too flashy to leave them much restraint."

>>9745159
>implying they probably wouldn't weaponize her more

"Why were you so determined to pick me up when you're so blase about the others?"

You guys are making a pretty solid case. Roll d100 real quick to persuade him to turn back.

rolled 86 = 86

>>9745222

>>9745231
FUCK YEAR!!!!!

>>9745231
>>9745214
54 remains silent for a moment, then brakes hard and spins the wheel. The suv makes a most-likely-unsafe u-turn and you begin driving back towards Miami.
"It's dangerous out here. 88's a god damn retard and I didn't know anything about this 13 girl. And who wants a kid around when you're on the run? Fuckin' us, apparently. I figured you'd be useful to have around, we could watch each others backs if we'd ever stop being paranoid. So I tracked you down with that silly little cell phone you bought."

>>9745292
Smile. "Thanks, 54. Even if this goes south... I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself if we didn't at least try to help her. Any ideas for getting her to know that we're friendly and coming her way?"

>>9745292
"I don't have a problem with watching eachothers backs, but if she can blow up cars or something like that, how bad can it be to have her around?"

"How is it the four of us busted out on the same day anyways? When I escaped, I was acting alone as far as I knew."

WE ARE THE BLOOD EATING CREEPY KNIGHT OF JUSTICE!

>>9745369
>>9745383
"I don't like exploding cars," your blood says. "...for the record."
"Yeah?" Wade shakes his head, "well I'm going to have a hard time forgiving you if we get out shit exploded because you couldn't let it go."
>>9745440
"As far as I know, 13's the one that caused the most commotion. 88 and I both escaped once we realized the guards were in a frenzy about her getting away. Her escape is probably the only reason yours was so simple."

>>9745489
We need to soothe the blood. He is getting hungry and doesnt like exploding cars. Whistle a tune for him :D

Ponder why we did not notice anyone else trying to escape at the same time as us...

"What can 88 do? Does he also play with electronics?"

So eh, how does that power of yours work? Remote operated, can you hack from a distance? Disable an engine's computer, area emp.... what can you do?

>>9745563
"88's got a...bone growth problem. There's too god damn much of it. His whole skeletal structure is like nothing any biologist has ever seen, and he's got an exoskeleton to go with it."

>>9745598
Alex Mercer......

>>9745617

>>9745581
"Depends on the earth's magnetic field, how good the cell reception is, some kinda shit like that. I can usually hack phones from a pretty good distance, maybe computers. I can turn off cars, rewire cash machines, stop pacemakers, all kinds of crazy shit. I never really fucked with anything on purpose, though, and that's probably why I wasn't treated like a criminal in Arkham"

You're pulling into denser buildings now. 54's trying to get details via police radio.
"Everything's a god damn dead, zone, I don't understa-" he stops, staring out the window.
In the center of the street about five hundred feet away, 13 is transfixed. Her feet angle downwards as she hovers roughly 3 or 4 inches off the ground. Her arms fall awkwardly at her sides, like she's some kind of puppet.

So eh, any idea what I did to be locked up so bad? Besides precog? You see any of their files on wanything else they did to us?

>>9745689
"Wow........"

>>9745598
Sweet! It's like we have a male version of Marrow!!

>>9745689
Be very careful bro

Slowly step out of the car, hands up. Look as nonthreatening as possible and say "We are like you! Come with us!"

Open car door, step out slowly.

"13! It's me, 82!"

>>9745689
"Well, 54, if you don't want her to get you, you might want to drive off a bit." Leave the car and approach on foot, attempting to appear nonthreatening.

As you watch, she seems to vibrate in place, her mouth babbling wordlessly. She jerks around in the air, as though being buffeted by a strong wind.

The SUV makes a clanking noise as it drops 8 inches onto the pavement. Looking at the wheels, you see that they are gone, with no trace that they were ever there. As you watch, the doors disappear as well.
Turning back to 13, you see hundreds of thousands of flies pouring into the air, coming seemingly from nowhere at a point a few dozen feet in front of 13.

>>9745790
>>9745689
looks like my good roll has killed us.

If the flies attack, summon the blood!

>>9745838
You do realize that if the flies attack we're dead right?

I'm Luke Skywalker, I'm here to rescue you. No wait that's not right.

"I'm 82, we're here to rescue you..? Well we were, we're going to need new wheels now, but if you want to stop floating around and come with us, we're down with that. If not.. um.. sorry to have bothered you?"

Next time we play, we need to go to a medical supply depot or something, and just get two IV needles that we can tape into our arms and open/shut them to let the blood out so we don't have to cut ourselves or let it out from our eyes or whatever.

>>9745790
Get out of the car and move towards 13 confidently. At this point, we have to act bold and friendly; it's a gamble but there's no way in hell that we'll survive running away when she's throwing around this kind of power. We have to get her to mark us nonhostile.

"We're here to rescue you!" you shout through cupped hands.
13 makes eye contact with you. You feel a palpable terror grip you as your brain feels with absolute helplessless the rabid attentions of some foreign mind, picking away at every thought and memory.
The flies coalesce together, their bodies melting into crabs that begin raining from the air. The van dissolves into perfectly hexagonal flakes.

Shit, is 54 ok?

>>9745890
This is like some shit out of the X-files.

"Uh oh... 54 is gonna be mad about the car..."

did our stuff just melt?

>>9745912
He seems alright. He's clambering out of the pile of van, cursing loudly.
"What's going on?" your blood asks, sounding terrified. Its voice also seems muffled and far away as you struggle under the vicious attentions of some inconceivable sentience.

>>9745890
Hold on guys, this is how we find out about our past! 13 can access the memories we can't get to and tell us about ourself, how we got the blood, etc.

>pile of SUV

Nigga I'm high I ain't gotta explain shit.

>>9745890
Move towards 13 in spite of the mental problems. Only one way out of this now. "You can't keep this up forever, honey! Unless you want to go back, you'll need someone on your side- come with us!"

Try calling her Eloise, if that doesn't work, Hellen.

Think happy, friendly, We're On Your Side thoughts?

>>9745938
Everything will be fine, Garfield, we just need to calm her down. She's probably more afraid then you used to be.

think happy thoughts at her

Have Garfield think Happy Thoughts at her?

>>9745965
>>9745964
You push forward anyway. "You can't keep this up forever, Eloise!"
A nearby fire hydrant turns into six doves that are promptly killed by the releasing water fountain. A car falls from the sky onto a nearby gas station.
"Er, Helen?" you try. Your whole head feels like it's on fire.
13 extends an arm; looking at it, it appears to be snapped at the elbow, jiggling loosely and furthering the puppet image.
Sixteen flowers sprout from the ground and immediately bloom. The blooms give birth to live pug puppies. The puppies all bark twice, and then melt into a bloody paste.

Madness? THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAAA!

>>9746039
OK FUCK THIS SHIT

PROCEED TO BATTLE THIS FUCKING CUNT WITH OUR FUCKING AWESOME BLOOD MAGIC

CUT ARM
RELEASE BLOOD

WE MUST KUNG FOO FIGHT!

Everybody was kong fu fighting....
HWUA!!!

>>9746153
No....we musn't. Were already in her kill zone so ANY wrong move will see us destroyed.

Fuck it, slash our wrists with the knife and get our blood to subdue her, NOT eat her. He should be able to do that if he knows what's good for him.

>>9746153
draw a binding circle in our blood

>>9746166
Bullshit. We are pretty much Alma from fear just with less mind fuckery and more OH GOD THE BLOOD IS EATING ME.

HEAVEN OR HELL!
LETS ROCK!

>>9746153
We're hundreds of feet away and she'd blow us up with her mind. No.

>>9746039
Keep moving towards her and saying whatever calm/reassuring things we can come up with. It's not like we'd be able to get away.

I find the puppet motif going on here somewhat unnerving; is it possible that she's not actually controlling her powers at all? But she must be able to turn them off; otherwise she'd never have gotten out into a major road like this. There would have been a massive trail of destruction, and they'd have broken out the snipers.

I'm just going to re:the happy thoughts suggestions above.

>>9746153
NO! NO FIGHTING!
SHE CAN DISSOLVE US WHERE WE STAND!
Use the power of mental thinking.

>>9746039
Into the nearest manhole we go

Alternitivly, show her the elder sign

Hey DM bro. Can we make like a suit of blood? Like a armor of blood and gore around us?

>>9746201
13 jitters back and forth, snow falling in her immediate vicinity. Her face remains impassive. Her mind however fills every spare crevice of thought you possess, looming over your ego like a leviathan. You have to consciously focus on thinking as 13 picks apart everything you know.
"What's going on? I feel sick..." Garfield whines.

>>9746201
maybe the snipers turned in to butterflies.

>>9746241
At the moment you can only consciously extrude whiplike pseudopods.
If you develop the connection you have to your blood you could probably unlock greater methods of control/manipulation.

>>9746253
Summon all of our hate, all of our power. ONE THOUGHT ONE FORCE ONE EMOTION

GET
OUT
OF
OUR
MIND
WITCH!

We dont want to fight, but we are NOT going to let her consume us with her little psyker witchery

>>9746253
What can we try to pick up about 13 from the thoughts she's broadcasting over us?

Damn it /tg/ its 3am iv got work today

WHY WONT YOU LET ME LEAVE!

>>9746254
A shockingly reasonable argument, but one I'm still not inclined to buy. They'd have had some sort of reasonable way to keep her contained.

>>9746253
Keep moving to her. She can pick up everything we know; it's not like anything in our head is particularly hostile to her. Hell, we came here with the express intention of helping her out. And we've only got a few days of memory anyway, so not like it should be hard.

>>9746289
The mind that's breathing down the neck of every terrified thought you piece together is horrifically alien to you. The simple fact that you can feel it thinking your thoughts aside, there is an unnerving sense of casual amusement with the way your mind is picked apart, the way one would pick apart a flower's petals.
"GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU WITCH!" you scream, clawing at your head.
You can hear muffled shouting. It may be 54, or your blood.

>Roll 1d100 to resist 13's mental intrusion.
>Good luck. Really, I mean that.

>>9746320
FOOL!
Cant you see she is NOT she. The power she has. Its consumed her. We have to snap her out of it. Its a vast unimaginable thing we cannot understand. IT will destroy use not of malice but because we dont even show up too it. We are but ants.

We must snap her out of it

>>9746287
This isn't 40k, and even if it were, this probably wouldn't work. Besides, shouldn't paranormal freaks stick together?

>>9746289
This is more reasonable. Even if her mind is a lot bigger than ours... we might be able to read something off her. Maybe. Can't hurt to try.

>>9746305
I was thinking of going until 4:00 or so unless I start to really feel like passing out or everyone disappears.

rolled 76 = 76

>>9746334
oh god rolling

rolled 24 = 24

>>9746334
Here we gooooooo

rolled 73 = 73

heaven or hell!

>>9746334
So...it's confirmed 13 isn't 13 anymore, it is now whatever is in her and controling her like a puppet. It also happens to be very, very malicious

We should run

>>9746361
We're boned.

>>9746363
Thank god that guy rolled before me

>>9746361
YES!
YES!
THIS IS DELICIOUS!

>>9746334
>>9746338
Well, there go my chances of successfully thinking only harmless thoughts all the way into melee range. Damn.

I did see that she's probably lost it, actually, but didn't want to tip my hand... at least, not until we got close enough to actually have a chance at accomplishing something one way or the other. Either snapping her out of it or... well, our blood can only move so fast.

>>9746384
>>9746389
varying-degrees-of-want.jpeg

f5 at the speed of light

>>9746361
You are brought to one knee as, for a moment, you can't tell which thoughts your thinking and which are merely being observed or created within you.
Then, like a ponderous weight, the attentions of 13 lift from your psyche. Your breathing is shallow and rapid, and you open your eyes nervously. Garfield rushes to pool around your brain and keep you cool.

13 herself has started drifting slowly forward, her legs trailing behind her as she occasionally skims the ground. She darts towards 54, who is standing, seemingly paralyzed. His arms flail helplessly, but he is otherwise unable to move.

>>9746436
Stand in front of 54, arms outstretched.

>>9746436
Wait.... that worked?

>>9746425

I think it might be time to cut our losses. Grab 54, drag him if we have to, and run.

>>9746436
I say improvised attack to her head to kill her. 54 is to bro to have die and we can't stop her so a suprise attack(?) seems like our best bet

>>9746452
Of course it did. Her mind is strong no doubt. But blood....blood is true power....

>>9746482
The fact that she didn't kill us means that we may be getting to her.

(things are pretty intense, so i'll let you guys reach any sort of vague consensus on what you're doing.)

>>9746482
NO!

We must reach out to her.

YELL STOP IN A COMMANDING TONE OF VOICE!

sneak attack hug

>>9746436
Move for 13, top speed. We'll need to close to within a couple dozen feet to use our revolver, much closer to deploy Garfield. Set our vector so that we block her view of 54 while moving forward.

Did we beat here mind off with our commanding shout?

I mean

>You are brought to one knee as, for a moment, you can't tell which thoughts your thinking and which are merely being observed or created within you.
Then, like a ponderous weight, the attentions of 13 lift from your psyche


Did we win and drive her out of was she done raping our mind and wanted to leave?

76 is a pretty high roll.....

>>9746547
HUG HER GODSDAMMIT! She probably hungry lonely and scared out of her mind at whatever is controlling hers.

>>9746517
Oh i realize that it'll probably lead to our deaths, i'm just saying that's the only slim chance that I can see of us AND 54 surviving. We could probably run away right now with no problem while he dies, but getting in the way will just lead us back to being fucked or worse and her attention is diverted

thus, sneak attack. We can keep trying to sway her, but if it took a 76 to let up the assault on our mind, i can't imagine the roll to free HER from it

Is anyone else wondering how the fuck anyone was able to constrain this chick in the first place?

>>9746617
Magic, hell it was probably another subject or 3

>>9746578
This.

>>9746617
Um yeah, if im not mistaken this is the kind of shit that happens when Cthulu or one of the Old Gods is in the general vicinity.

>>9746617
Im going to go ahead and follow this logic this anon was on about >>9746338

Perhaps she has a "friend" in her mind much like our blood who said

Hey, if you let me control you ill let all the bad people go away :D

and then bodies by drowning pool started playing and things got terrible and cliche

>>9746508
Run up to her. And then... then... I don't know.

Hug her? Send Garfield into her body, with orders to try and set her free from whatever's hurting her- or to devour her? I feel like I should be referencing the level of darkness in the setting for my actions here, but I don't know enough about StonerDM to know how reasonable it is to be optimistic/pessimistic.

STOP SMOKING YOUR WEED AND OFFER US RESOLUTION!
I vote we somehow try to stop her. If our warning dont work well, lets go up behind her with a bit of wood while she is mind raping the guy and wack her over the head. Maybe if we can knock her out we can seal this unsealed evil in a can.

>>9746671
>/spoilers pressing A to accept it is the badend spoilers/

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GAWD!!!

>I'm leaning towards sneak attack, they feel like they want it more.

You let 13 drift a little closer, then dash for her.
Your blood surges out of your scabbed-over wounds on your left arm as you brandish the revolver in your right. You fire twice, then swing the pseudopod towards her.
One of the bullets enters 13's face just below the right eye. The eye sags a bit, going lazy as it fills with blood and brain matter. The second bullet slows to a stop and falls to the ground, then boils away into steam, leaving a small diamond behind.
Your blood collides with her head firmly; you can feel the reverberations of her shattering skull run up your arm.
Her head cocks to one side, neck apparently snapped. 54 begins screaming as he is held fast in a standing position. One of his arms slowly strains outward to one side, then pops off like a wing pulled off a bug, blood spilling forth into the street.

we are still in her kill zone

>>9746722
Well.......fuck.

>>9746722
Try not to kill her. Just like....well...fix her? I guess.....

>>9746747
Apparently 54 failed his mental check.....

>>9746747
>brainmatter
>arm gone
>neck snapped
>skull crushed

Bro...I dont think shes gonna make it

>>9746722
that turned out better then I thought it would. Well now that we have "her" and it has him negotiate a truce with super being or eat the body, destroying it.

54 can suck it up, we have a med kit

>>9746758
if we survive this then he is never going to let us forget this.

>>9746773
.......yeah we did. Fuck.

>>9746747
With 52 bleeding out I don't think we have much room to play.
Send blood into her head. Maybe try to kill anything 'strange' that might be controlling her, but failing that, we gotta eat her alive.

>>9746722
Goddammit.

Right, not unsalvageable.

Try to finish her off.

If successful, try and use burning blood to cauterize 54's stub. He can get a robot arm or something, he's an empath.

Starting to feel like we've entered BAD END territory here.

>>9746783
How did that go well? We killed her twice over... except that we didn't. We don't "have" her in any sense.

>>9746803
>>9746803
techopath

Fuck, now I have to sleep. Blood rush, all out zerg, try to save if possible, if not DIE WITH HONOR!

Try to salvage her as best we can. Maybe we can fix her up or something......

I feel like we just went into quest fucking over mod

pump our blood into her

Garfield's turn to poke around 13's head.

>>9746827
Right. Meant to write machine before empath.

Thread is autosaging, btw.

>>9746798
This. Eat her to gain her delicious power.

>>9746858
THREAD NEEDED

MORE THREAD IS NEEDED

You send your blood surging into 13's head through her eyes, nose, ears, mouth, and bullet wound. Garfield promptly melts the inside of her head, then begins charring her chest cavity as he sinks downward.
You feels 13's mind brush against you. Every window nearby shatters; a river is carved through a yard nearby, and trees begin growing alongside it. A fountain of oil begins at 13's feet, staining them black.

There is a blinding flash of light, and everything goes silent.
You are suddenly aware of yourself in a well-lit field. It seems to be a few hours earlier than it was just a second ago, still the early afternoon. The top half of several buildings that were also just in Miami a second ago are your only company in the field. 13 and 54 are both gone, though your blood remains.
You check to make sure you still have all your limbs. You do.
You check to see if your fedora is still there. It isn't.

>>9746808
Our blood can eat her, that's a rather good advantage

it's better then I thought would happen; we turn into dust and quest over

>>9746870
>Fedora is gone

THIS WILL NOT STAND.

>>9746870
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I mean, Fuck 54, that Fedora was Family!

Thread's archived.
f5 the shit out of the front page, I'm going to make another thead.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9740662/

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