>>You reach out, clutching into his meaty calf like it was a paper sack full of sponge with a stick inside. Warm red liquid runs out onto your hand, and you pull, the man screaming as he falls backward.

>>You dig your claws into his skull, lifting his upper body off of the ground as you savagely slam his head into the ground till it cracks like an egg.

>>You have learned: What it means to hate.

>>You stop walking, looking the priest in the eye. You raise your right hand, putting it on your left shoulder, then your right shoulder. He looks on, bewildered. You touch your forehead and then the center of your chest. He stops trying to get away.

>>"How... What in the hell are you?" He says, looking down at you with a mixture of fear and confusion.

>>"Someone who must punish the wicked."

Previous Thread: "Someone who must punish the wicked."

>>14129268

>>Herp a derp: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/14102426/

The Twilight hours come soon enough. You stretch, waking as the sun begins to set. You always like to get an early start. Jerry and the other gargoyles are playing cards, with cigars hanging out of the sides of their mouths. You sit down and are dealt in.

"All in." Jerry says, pushing a pile of stones forward.

The two other gargoyles look at their hands and fold.

"So, kid, what'll it be?" Jerry says, taking a long drag off of his cigar.

rolled 15 = 15

FUCK YEAH GARGOYLE QUEST!

>>14129299
What do we have?

>>14129314

Two severed hands (black), your eye (red), a wing (red) and a leg (black).

These cards seem strange to you.

>>14129314

You notice your eye amongst the cards. You feel a warm liquid running down the side of your face from where your right eye used to be. Blood drips down onto one of the hand cards.

"Hey, you're making a mess." Jerry says, and you see water begin flowing from his mouth over his hand of cards.

You apologize, wiping the blood off of your card.

He laughs a bit. "Just remember. Hearts are wild."

He leans in closer, the water from his mouth gushing over the rocks on the floor. "This one's for all the stones, kid. Give it your best."

You possess: Heart, Cards

What will you do?

rolled 12 = 12

>>14129458
Wait, what? When did we get get blood?

rolled 8 = 8

>>14129458
TRUST IN THE HEART AND THE CARDS!

drop cards Give Jerry bro hug!

>>14129483

You don't remember having blood before this.

>>14129498

You reach down your mouth, and pull out a card with the crushed heart of the man with the stick on it. Blood flows freely from the card, though it is not saturated by it. The card is a (red) heart.

"Jerry," You say.

"DON'T CALL ME JERRY." Jerry hisses, his mouth sparking as he speaks.

You are a bit taken aback. You go all in.

rolled 4 = 4

>>14129553
What's going on around us in this scene?

inb4 dream sequence from that 98 roll...

Jerry puts down a (black) card with his head on it.

"It's good I got these back." He says looking over at you. You notice Jerry's head is on the table. "You distracted me." He says, water still flowing from his mouth.

What will you do?

rolled 11 = 11

>>14129600
...wake up?

rolled 11 = 11

>>14129600
No! Go deeper! Dream within a dream! Go into Limbo!

>>14129573

The other gargoyles are sitting back, watching. It has suddenly gotten quite dark. A granite colored thundercloud rolls in. It begins raining.

Jerry's mouth fills up with water. One of the other gargoyles puts his card on the ground. A hairline crack appears along his face, splitting as though an earthquake is happening inside of him. A triangular chunk of his face falls to the ground, his hand soon following it. Within seconds, the rest of him is reduced to a pile of rubble. The other gargoyle and Jerry do not seem to be affected by this.

rolled 12 = 12

Win the card game by cheating.

rolled 1 = 1

>>14129639
WAKE UP NIGGA!

>>14129668

The heart card is the "ace" up your "sleeve". You play it down on the table.

Jerry's head seems perturbed by this. "I don't recognize that." He says, his headless body reaching down to the table to stroke his chin. "You must be trying to distract me again."

>>14129698

"Jerry, this isn't real." You say, realizing that what's happening is impossible.

"What? You don't want to play cards now?" Jerry's head says. Thunder cracks in the distance. You feel cold, wet water on your shoulder. "You always wanted me to play cards with you. That's why I picked them up out of the old bum sleeping in the alleyway." His head grins. "C'mon, it's just a game."

rolled 3 = 3

Kill myself. With jerry's head.

sanity check

"This can't be real." You say, closing your eye and shaking your head. The storm continues, threatening to pull your cards out of your hand.

"I was trying to learn to play cards because you wanted me to. I know I'm not the smartest piece of granite." He says, placing a (black) wing on the table. Jerry's right wing crumbles away, reappearing on the table in a familiar position. "And that's why you have to quit distracting me."

Your play.

rolled 13 = 13

>>14129759
Hold tight the cards!

declare bar-tog and play a card at random

>>14129789

You keep ahold of the cards.

"PLAY YOUR STUPID CARDS!" Jerry's head shouts like thunder from the table.

still this
>14129800

rolled 8 = 8

Play a card with a soul on it.

rolled 11 = 11

>>14129801
No!

>>14129810

You flip your cards face down, and shuffle them. You trust in the heart of the cards.

"Bartog." You say, putting your (red) eye on the table. The eye you lost appears on the table.

"Not a bad play." Jerry says. "But I've changed since last time." He places the rest of his cards on the table. Jerry's crumbled body appears on the table.

"Jerry, I can't be here." You say, the thunder and rain deafening. "You're dead Jerry."

"Dead? Dead?" His ruined body shouts from the table. "Yes I'm dead! Because you distracted me!" A gunshot rings out. Jerry's mouth fills up with water. "The only reason I'm dead is because of YOU!"

Water flows out from his mouth like a river. The pressure is immense, and the water is warm, sticky. A river of blood knocks you off of your feet, drowning you. You try to swim out as the blood pushes you off the side of the church.

You wake up. You are falling off the side of the church.

rolled 18 = 18

>>14129903
Take flight!

>>14129965

You spread your wings, the pain from the hole in your right wing snapping you into consciousness. You swoop down, twisting about to land back on top of the church. You drop the bits of stone clutched in your hands and feet harmlessly onto the ground.

You land back atop the church. The other gargoyle looks over at you, quizzically, as the priest comes up the stairs. The gargoyle rushes back to his perch, motioning for you to do the same.

The priest comes up the stairs with a rosary in hand. "Are you up here? Hello?"

rolled 20 = 20

>>14130015
Don't motion to the other gargoyles, or give away their position.

"Yes, old man. I'm here."

>>14130116

"I am here." You do not motion to the only other gargoyle you share the roof with.

You stand at your full height of three feet and ten inches on the edge of the church, facing the priest.

"Oh mercy. I spent the whole day trying to convince myself that last night was real." The priest says, patting his chest with a slight smile, his breath turning to mist in the cold night air. "But there you are." He takes in a deep breath. "I am Father Sam O'Malley, but you may have already known that. Who are you? How long have you been here?" You recognize his accent as Irish. You're not sure where you heard it, but you're fairly certain that's what it is.

rolled 14 = 14

>>14130190
"I am....or was....until yesterday..." Dramatic pause. "Not until I was forced to take up the mantle of justice for the loss of my friend."

>>14130252

"I am....or was....until yesterday..." You trail off, looking down to where Jerry's body was the previous morning. Nothing remains there now but a small posting of caution tape and a bit of upturned earth. "Not until I was forced to take up the mantle of justice for the loss of my friend."

Father O'Malley looks a bit confused. "So you've always been here, then? Is that how you knew," He pauses, making the sign of the cross, "this?"

>>14130335
"Yes..." And look out over the cathedral skyline.

Must. Remain. Stoic. For we are the God damn Batman.

>>14130377

"I always though there was someone watching over the congregation at mass." He laughs. "It looks like I was right, but I was hoping for more of a divine visitor."

"You saved my life, but I still don't even know what to call you, lad." O'Malley sits, running the rosary through his hand.

>>14130434
Pic related.

"I have no name." You say to the father. Your kind has never had names. Never had the mind to keep them. You'd heard Father O'Malley's name many times, but only now does it start to stick.

"Oh, I see. Well I have to call you something." He says, pondering for a moment. He snaps his fingers. "Gabriel." He pulls a small silver chain out of his pocket. On it is a small engraved metal circle and a twisted bit of metal. "He's the one that watched out for me in the war. Always told me it wasn't yet my time." He picks out the twisted bit of metal. "I heard him calling me right before they pulled this one out of me. Said it was two inches to the right of my heart. I promised him I wouldn't let the chance go to waste." He walks over, placing the chain in your hand. "I'd rather only have one name to thank instead of two anyway."

The chain feels fragile in your hand. You can see an image of a youthful human male, clad in robes, on the coin-like disk. In one hand, he holds a sword, and in the other, a curved horn.

"I named the dead gargoyle; I called him Jerry. I tried to encourage him to get a GED, tried to teach him to count and learn his alphabet. All he ever really learned was how to play cards. He never did like to be touched, and the teaching stick is important for getting a GED."

>>14130683

"Hmm....a new name for a new life." Look into his eyes. "I will gladly accept your gift, old man."

Can it be hug timez? <:3c

>>14130723

"I named the dead gargoyle; I called him Jerry. I tried to encourage him to get a GED, tried to teach him to count and learn his alphabet. All he ever really learned was how to play cards. He never did like to be touched, and the teaching stick is important for getting a GED."

"A General Education Degree?" The priest pauses. He realizes the other part of what you said. "Oh, the gargoyle who fell from the roof. Lad, I'm so sorry. The city came and took his remains away this afternoon. If I'd known, I would've tried to keep them so you could say your goodbyes."

You feel an emptiness in your chest. Jerry's gone now.

"Hmm... A new name for a new life." You look into his eyes, your stony face twisting involuntarily into a mask of sorrow. "I will gladly accept your gift, old man."

You embrace him, gently. His body is soft, and warm. He pats you on the back of the head, rubbing your back a bit. "It'll be alright, son." He says, quietly.

You have learned to mourn the dead.

You feel better.

(back in 30)

>>14130971
I was joking about the hug, but d'aw. <:3

Anyway, we should ask the old man if we found anyway of repairing our wounds.

>>14131022

"You have a strong grip for such a small fellow." The priest says after a while. He straightens up, grinning at you and giving you a pat on the shoulder. "I shouldn't be surprised, though, considering what you're made of."

You aren't sure how to repair your wounds. You know you can change shape very gradually, but you've never had to replace part of yourself. You've never been injured like this. Your eye doesn't seem to hurt anymore unless you put pressure on it.

Stone shaping tools might hurt, but they'll let you change shapes more quickly. You ask for the father's assistance.

"Sure, lad. The sisters will probably think I'm crazy for running the buffer at nine o clock, but I already cleaned you today. They'll just think it's more maintenance." He plugs the small cylinder handled object into the wall.

>>14131555
Enjoy the massage.

Damn it, OP. How are we supposed to trounce bad guys at this posting speed?

"I used to be an engineer when I served." O'Malley presses the trigger on the buffer, and it makes a whirring sound as it spins. "I helped put up entrenchments, took a few down. Putting them up takes longer, but I always liked it better." He runs the buffer over you while you try to shape a new eye using your hand. After about fifteen minutes, you can feel one similar to your left eye, but you can't see out of it. Must not be that simple. You feel shiny and smooth.

"I suppose it doesn't matter where you came from. People of any creed are welcome in this church. But I don't know how much I can help you if I know so little about you."

"So, uh, are there any more of you left?" The priest says, unplugging the buffer.

>>14131751
Don't even look in the general direction of our other gargoyles.

"I cannot speak for them. They will reveal themselves when they feel it necessary."

Also, how about we try to remember our earliest memories?

>>14131732

(Sorry, but at least I got a sammich)


"I cannot speak for them. They will reveal themselves when they feel it necessary."

Your earliest memory is of somewhere far from here, or at least it feels that way. A young girl in a leather gown puts a wreath of flowers on your brow, whispers words you do not understand. You are atop a church. Pigeons fly by. You can see people in tailcoats and wide straw hats placing the logs in the ground that would one day grow to be a building. War ravaged that place long ago. You remember the loud booms, the metal balls tearing through your church.

As for how you got here, you're unsure. Each day seems to blur together sometimes.

"I will say that of our kind I am unusually curious. It is why I have learned math, and to read, and some of the ways of your kind. Though we all like to watch movies. The silver screen was the greatest invention for causing my kind to better understand yours."

"I remember a war. Men, shouting and cannon firing. Not the eighty-eights of more recent wars, but the older ones, spheres of iron, crude things for crude killing. The church I lived atop then was damaged in the fight. For a time everything seemed the same, and then I was here. Prior to the war, I remember being given a wreath by a girl in a leather gown. Not rawhide, but worked leather, more dressing gown than dress. Do these memories clarify my origins at all?"

>>14131932

"I will say that of our kind I am unusually curious. It is why I have learned math, and to read, and some of the ways of your kind. Though we all like to watch movies. The silver screen was the greatest invention for causing my kind to better understand yours."

O'Malley laughs. "Well, if you'd like to get your GED, I could arrange for you to take the tests by mail. I'm glad you've learned the importance of a good education. The next church screening will be on Sunday night. The long goodbye. A bit more violent than the deacon would like, but I grew up with it."

You look off at the dark clouds, remembering a brighter time. "I remember a war. Men, shouting and cannon firing. Not the eighty-eights of more recent wars, but the older ones, spheres of iron, crude things for crude killing. The church I lived atop then was damaged in the fight. For a time everything seemed the same, and then I was here. Prior to the war, I remember being given a wreath by a girl in a leather gown. Not rawhide, but worked leather, more dressing gown than dress. Do these memories clarify my origins at all?"

"Well, it sounds like an American war, maybe even during the Napoleonic era. Though the leather gown seems odd." He ponders it for a bit. "I'll have to check into the church records, though I do know this roof, you and your friends were moved from somewhere nearby here."

He slaps his forehead. "My lord, you probably don't even know where you are, son. This is St. Peter's church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania."

"Listen, that man the other night." O'Malley says. "Did you... Do him in because he killed your friend, Jerry?"

>>14131932
>>14132003
Going off these two guys.

"I don't think it matters now. Not after Jerry..."

"I saw a movie of one of the wars, where men sought to stop the eighty-eight, the weapon that could kill their metal beast Sherman. The eighty-eight was similar to the crude iron thrower from the war that destroyed my old church. The men in the movie all carried bang sticks, similar to the ones your abductors used, though theirs were longer. Their bang sticks could not stop the enemy's great King Tiger. Only the war beast Sherman stood a chance. But for Sherman to be able to stop it, the men had to stop the eighty-eight.

"Men in the film died, and their friends pursued the others who had done the killing. They ended them, with bang stick and blade, before they destroyed the hated eighty-eight.

"Last night I learned the threat bang sticks represent. I realized that Jerry would not be happy had I not rendered his killer unable to kill any more. And I think Jerry's killer thought to kill you, did he not? How did such a man decide that a man of the cloth was a valid target for his little war?"

>>14132151

O'Malley looks off at the twinkling Philadelphia skyline.

"Because, I made sure his brother will pay for his crimes. The Malone family has always come to this church, even when I was just a young boy. After I became a priest, I hoped I'd never see them in here begging forgiveness." He clenches his rosary in a shaking fist. "So when Giuseppe Malone came in here, and confessed to his crimes, I made him say his prayers, and promise not to do it any more. But he never stopped. Last month, I broke my promise to the church and divulged what he'd done, where the body of Marielle Rogers was buried. And Alfonso wanted revenge for it."

"He'll die for it, but it's not my hand that will throw the switch. It'll be up to the law." He looks down at you, his voice stern. "But if you start killing, you're no better than them. That's just not how we do things."

"I'm sorry lad, I shouldn't have gotten angry. But take it from me. It's a tough road to come back from." He fiddles with his rosary a bit. "Some nights, I dream of the blood on my hands. I'm afraid that no matter what I do, I'll never be rid of it.

"Then dead Alfonso shall be the first and last man I end with rational intent. I cannot speak to my actions when I am without reason. Giuseppe the law breaker will be killed by your law makers. Jerry's corpus, forever cold stone, shall be turned to something else in due course of time. And I will learn to live with the bitter fruit of the tree of victory in my belly, tempered only by the savory sensation of a life saved.

"Tell me, will the rest of the Malone family come for you here in St. Peter's church, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania? If they intend to wage their little war, you should not stay where they expect to find you. In the movie, the Sherman always remained moving, and it wore a hide of metal. I wear a hide of stone, and even so the bang sticks damaged me."

>>14132452

O'Malley looks over at you. "Aye, they may well decide that it was I who killed him. Though they'd be hard pressed to pin it on me without jeopardizing themselves." He sighs. "To be honest, I didn't think they had the gall to attack a man of the cloth." He rubs his cheek as he says the words.

"But I cannot run. I am the protector of this flock. If Alfonso's goons have their story believed by the family, you'd best believe they'll come after you. The Malones don't take risks, and no offense, lad, but they could push you off the side of the church during the day if they wanted to. You sleep like... Well, like a rock."

"My hide will just have to be harder than it was, next time. I can't abandon the sisters, the children, my flock, and you just to save my own ass."

Fucking right, I got off of work in time to catch this.

"The goons barely saw me. They would do well to pretend they did not see me at all, that the enemy unknown knocked them senseless. You believed me to be a monster. The story told second-hand will sound like a dream of fools, something not to be suffered by little generals who direct little wars. The goons would do well to claim they could not know who tore Alfonso's heart free. Certainly you did not commit the killing, you are not strong enough. They would not blame you for that. But they will remember the grudge borne for Giuseppe, and you will likely retain blame for the lawmakers unmaking the law breaker.

"If you cannot run, then I will guard you. Men's minds grow tired at night, but I can stand vigil some time beyond the breaking dawn. And I need not sleep here, to be doomed to the ignoble end of being pushed over the edge or pulverized under a sledge. There are other perches to be found. I will discuss this with my kind, though some of them listen now. They too may be at risk by virtue of being stone."

>>14132590
"Father O'Malley, what protection can you offer your flock? You were almost killed by only three men. If the Malone Family brings a Panzer of their own, you and all your sisters and children will be doomed."
A pause.
"What can we do?"

>>14132734

Father O'Malley releases a puff of breath as he waits for you to finish speaking, running a hand through his short white hair.

"The Malones are a mite superstitious, Gabriel. Some say they dabble in mysticism, using oracles and whatnot to plan out their crimes. If anyone in this town, besides me, were to believe in your existence, you just tipped off the next ones down the list."

>>14132769

"Father O'Malley, what protection can you offer your flock? You were almost killed by only three men. If the Malone Family brings a Panzer of their own, you and all your sisters and children will be doomed."
A pause.
"What can we do?"

"To be fair lad, it was five of 'em. And I wasn't armed." He reaches into the pocket of his robe, pulling out an older gray-black bang stick with a leather handle. "I won't make that mistake again, I can assume you. This thing may be made for killing, but it's got me through thick and thin." He pauses. "To be honest, I have no idea what to do now. I suppose fortifying the church once we know about the next attack would be a start.

A black car pulls up to the curb, quiet as a ghost. You peek over the edge, enough to see who it is.

A black-haired, wide-shouldered man in a white suit walks over towards the church, followed by a large man in a trenchcoat and a fedora, obscuring his face from above. The suited man lights a cigarette and takes a quick puff on it before speaking with remarkable clarity. "O'Malley. Come down here. We need to talk."

O'Malley steps in front of you, hiding his bang stick behind his back. "Well that's Don Armando Malone. What's the plan?"

>>14132955

>>I won't make that mistake again, I can assume you

>>I can assume you

>>assume you

God damn it.

>>14132955
>>Once we know about the next attack...
"Father O'Malley, where would I find the Malone Family?"

>>14133113

>>mfw

The Malone Family is standing right outside the church this exact second.

>>14133113
>> "Right there, herp derp."
Gotta think.

"Plan? I... I don't know. We need to keep him away from you. He'll hurt you if he can."

OOC: About how strong are we? How large?

>>14133113

Speak softly, sotto voice at most. "Is Don Armando the Malone Family general? He carries himself as a general. He stalks the night so sure of his position that he openly calls out. He will not suffer being kept waiting.

"We must shape the field. The man in the leather dressing gown must have a weapon hidden beneath it. You must lure the little general inside to speak, and speak only. Claim you passed out from fear during the fight, and saw not who disabled the men, nor tore the heart from Alfonso. While you tell the general lies, I will deal with the coat wearer, and any in the coach."

Gabriel can get two bricks from the roof and bomb the car with one of them. By dropping the brick and then doing a powered dive against the man wearing the trench coat, Gabriel can distract the man and gain surprise. The windshield smashing in will surprise and enrage anyone still in the car. He can then hide and knock the last man out with a brick.

To be clear:

1) Father O'Malley lures Don Armando inside, away from his hired guns.

2) Gabriel drops a brick aimed for the windshield of the car, and starts a dive toward the armed man.

3) The windshield breaks and the man looks at it.

4) Gabriel pats the man on the head as he lands, and then hides.

5) Gabriel throws a brick at the driver's head.

6) Don Armando will come out by now. Gabriel will break cover to pat him on the head too.

>>14133234

You stand a total of 3 feet and 10 inches, a bit over four feet on your tip toes. You typically walk on the balls of your feet with legs bent, at around 3 and a half feet tall. You are incredibly strong and durable, compared to a human. You can crush bone just by squeezing your little clawed hand, or throw a man around thirty feet if you swing him a bit. Even being mostly gentle, Father O'Malley claimed you had a "strong grip". You can be very intimidating if you need to be. You have a small tail that is semi-prehensile, a pair of small, pointed horns, and a face midway between an ape and a lizard. You possess: A human heart.

Despite being small, you are fairly quick. When in fights, you tend to go for a grab and then pummel your opponent or wrestle them to the ground. Most human opponents don't stand a chance unless they use a heavy steel weapon or a boom stick.

>>14133300

"Alright Malone, I'll come talk inside the church." O'Malley says. He walks back towards the stairwell, then opens the door. "If things go badly, just give a scream like you did back at the warehouse. I'll try and do what I can." He stows the pistol back in his robes.

You acquire: A pair of bricks.

Don Malone goes into the church, alone.

You glide silently off the side of the church, landing agily on top of a nearby lamp post. They do not notice you. They never notice you.

The driver of the black sedan rolls down his window for a smoke.

What will you do?

(gonna start writing this for a bump due to walking home happening right when people posted.)

You swoop down like a bird of prey, your body skirting the lamplights. You drop a gray brick down at the open window, gently so as to avoid hurting the driver. The projectile sails down, hanging silently as it closes with the front of the vehicle, you start a dive toward the man in the trench coat.

The driver jumps, dropping his lit cigarette on his lap with a shout. The man in the trench coat turns to look at the rock, then looks up as you are about five feet away from him.

In the split second, you see that his face is covered with some kind of iron mask, two large, yellow eyes lighting up as he spots you. He reaches out to grab at you with white gloved hands in the split second he has before you impact him, your head and shoulders connecting with his chest. You feel like you impact steel, and feel the vibrations throughout your body. He shoves away from you, tumbling up onto a bent knee, his hands raised wide to try for another grab.

You hear another person inside of the car.

What will you do?

>>14133637

He skids about ten feet away, by the way.

>>14133637

Whatever it is, it is not a man. It must be stopped now. Close the distance and pull its head from its body. It uses the head to see, so even if that does not kill it, it will be blinded.

>>14133713

You drop your spare brick, hurtling at the strange creature. This time, however, it is ready. Your arms come within about a foot of his face before his hand grabs onto your forehead. The grip is phenomenal, like having your head in a vise. He stands as he lifts you up off of the ground, extending his arm all the way. You can't reach his head with your arms. He rears back his other hand, the white linen garment clenched in a fist.

What will you do?

>>14133760

Better pic.

>>14133760

Grab the arm that has you, and start breaking it before it breaks you. While you do that, soften the stone in your head so that it does not shatter. Shape your head away from his hand. As soon as the arm is broken, or he can no longer grip you, flee.

>>14133797

You punch into the bottom of his arm as you smooth out your head, dropping to the ground. He alters the arc of his punch to try and hit you as you make contact with the ground, but you manage to spring away, the pavement shattering under the force of his punch. He is unbalanced, and you choose to withdraw, turning and flying in the direction of the car, feeling a bullet whiz past your foot. He tries to smack you with a diving dropkick as you clear the car, smashing halfway through the car and sending glass and shards of metal everywhere. You successfully escape into the air. He'll take a while to clear out of the car.

What will you do?

>>14133860

Since he is pinned in the roof of the car, maybe you can make his position worse by flipping the car over on top of him. Drop back down in front of the car, and hide behind the engine block while you up-end the vehicle. Flip it over, pin the golem.

>>14133912

You dip back around, landing in front of the car. The stunned men in the car fall out of it sideways, shards of glass and small drops of blood scattering on the pavement. They make your job much easier. You grasp the car under the from end, behind the bumper, crawling underneath it and lifting it up with your back, then switching grips and pushing it up over your head. You hear the tearing of leather, and the masked man's hand comes plowing through the bottom of the car, about near the center of the car.

Would you like to use something you have learned?

rolled 13 = 13

>>14133860

Do as earlier suggested: pin the thing and pull off its head. Huck any convenient object on hand at the driver/goon, and keep an eye open for the third stooge in the backseat.

rolled 13 = 13

>>14133970

BREAK THE ARM.

>>14133991

You hold the car up with one hand as you scoot towards the arm, feet scraping on the pavement. The masked man's arm gropes around for something, and you flick it with your tail square in the palm. It reaches out for it, and you grab the arm by the wrist, pulling it towards you, but leaving the hand out of reach of your body.. You feel the extremely tough construction of the arm, probably steel. You start squeezing to no avail. Breaking the arm with just one of your arms will be more difficult than you first thought. The hand continues to try to grasp.

A great bashing sound rings through your head as a huge bulge appears in the undercarriage of the vehicle.

What do you do?

Would you like to use anything you have learned?

We know what it means to die.
We know what it means to hate.
We know how to mourn.

I hate that car. I hate the metal man-shaped thing in the car. I hate it.

HATE.

THROW THE CAR, AND THE THING IN IT, AND THEN SMASH THE CAR INTO A LITTLE SQUARE. HATE THE CAR. MAKE THE CAR A PRISON FOR THE METAL MAN.

>>14134163

Why would this man help the Don? The Don's people are the ones who killed Jerry, who tried to kill a priest. Why would something so strong help such cowards unless it deserved the same thing coming to them?

You let out a blackened hiss, pulling the hand of the strange metal man down onto the pavement and stomping on it, driving your spiked heel into the back of the hand. You hear a muffled gasp from the creature, and feel a warm, dark liquid on your foot. With your free hand, you grasp the top of the car, letting out a terrifying roar as you carry the top of the car up off of the ground, leaping and flapping your wings. You feel your inertia start to give out, looking down to see that you have carried the car a good ten feet off of the ground.

You reverse direction, grabbing the front of the car and driving it into the ground, chunks of asphalt flying everywhere as you drive the engine block out of the front frame of the car, down onto the metal man's head and upper body. His arm tears down through the car, his injured hand's white linen glove now with a bright red splotch in the center of the back of the hand. The now truncated car falls over on its roof.

You have learned resourcefulness under pressure.

Your body turns a shade darker.

The two goons are knocked off of their feet, and yell out in fright, clawing at the ground and kicking with their feet in an attempt to get up and run off.

>>14134258
Oh, no. Did we break our promise?

>>14134279

Whatever that thing was, it was it or you.

You hear a muffled groan from the inside of the car as the engine falls down onto the roof. You don't see any blood besides that from the monster's hand.

KO

>>14134333

You feel slightly larger.

Parlay.

"Surrender now, goons. Steelskin Creature, do you yet live? Surrender, too. Death is not to be dealt lightly, and sacred ground is no place for a war. You all will learn this, or have it beaten into you. I still have the Stick of Teaching."

If the goons do not surrender, pat them on the heads and then break their bang-sticks by bending the barrels. If they do surrender, break their guns and tie them to the light pole.

If the metal man says nothing, and does not move, examine it a little more closely. Remain very cautious though, it is the most dangerous foe we have ever faced.

>>14134344

>>I refreshed at :06 and :07 and this did not appear.

>>mfw

You remain perched atop the car, unfurling your wings in a sinister manner. "Surrender now, goons. Steelskin Creature, do you yet live? Surrender, too. Death is not to be dealt lightly, and sacred ground is no place for a war. You all will learn this, or have it beaten into you. I still have the Stick of Teaching."

Erm, half of it anyway.

The goons look confused at your speech. One starts running. The other one starts sobbing and throws down his weapon, a bent cigarette in his mouth.

The steelskin creature does not respond.

What will you do?

>>14134394

Grab the surrendered weapon, place it in a pocket of stone, and then pursue the runner. As you catch up to him, say, "Craven man, you have the heart of a rabbit. I did not ask that you quit the field."

Then pat him on the head. Take his weapon as well, and then return to the man who surrendered. Tear a piece of steel from the ruined car and tie the prisoner to the light post with it (pin his arms behind his back, and shape the steel into manacles around his wrists).

Say to the prisoner, "If you are frightened, seek succor in the Lord's Prayer. This is a good place for it. He will hear you here."

Then steal into the church and find the Don. He surely heard that fracas, and may have taken a hostage.

>>14134499

You grab the surrendered gun and eat it. The man squeals in terror, curling up like a dead bug. It is safely deposited in your stomach. Well, one of them anyway.

You run towards the fleeing man, taking off into a half flap as your jump clears him. You land a few feet in front of him, looking up at him. "Craven man, you have the heart of a rabbit. I did not ask that you quit the field."

He looks surprised. "Yeah, well, screw you!" He blasts at you with his stick, catching your upper left shoulder.

Your contemptuous roaring hiss causes him to shake in his shoes, his stick falling out of a limp hand. You leap up and swat him across the side of the head, a bit harder than was necessary.

You tie up both men with the axle of the car to a lamp post, feeling your muscles strain as you do so. The bullet pops out of your left shoulder. The still conscious man looks terrified.

You climb up the side of the lamp post like a spider, looking down on him. "If you are frightened, seek succor in the Lord's Prayer. This is a good place for it. He will hear you here." With that, you take off toward the church, thrusting the doors open.

You open the door into the cathedral. Electric chandeliers light the church, the dark paned glass windows and rows of empty pews making the place feel just as large as you remember it. The scent of strange incense hangs in the air.

The Father and the Don are within spitting distance of one another towards the center of the church. The father looks over at your entry with a bit of surprise and fear.

"I wondered what the racket was. Looks like my men weren't lying when they said they were brought down by something short, heavy and fast." The Don says to you, tipping the stub of his cigarette out of his mouth and depositing it in a small metal tube before removing another one from his jacket. "So, now that I know you're real, why don't we have a little chat? Just the three of us. Cops won't be showing up any time soon." He places the stick in his mouth and goes to relight it with a copper lighter, flicking the flint a few times.

Father O'Malley's voice sounds weak. "Be careful, Gabriel."

The don stops lighting his cigarette, a wide grin appearing on his face. "Gabriel? I didn't know your kind had names! That's a fitting one, I'll say."

What will you do?

"You know, a lot of weird things have been happening in this town lately." The Don says, removing his cigarette from his mouth as he speaks. "People going missing, priests breaking their vows, and now, I find you." He shakes his head a bit. "I have to say, I've grown accustomed to the bizarre, but this is too much right now. So tell me something that proves you are not another problem that has just cropped up, and I will leave here a happy man." He gestures to the cathedral. "And you can go back to your rooftop vigil or whatever, making sure not too much water gets piled up on the St. Peters roof." He places the cigarette back in his mouth, sparking his lighter a few times.

What will you do?

Would you like to use anything you have learned?

>>14134715

"Little general of the little wars, where is the territory to be taken, the gold to be plundered, the respect to be won? What is there in a House of God that requires two armed men and a Steelskin Creature? Where is the gain in abducting the priest? If there were bricks of honor or gold here I would understand, but there is only stone and Peter, the rock upon which this Church is built."

You stalk closer, your wings unfurled as you make a quick hopping jump to the corner of one of the pews, causing it to creak with your weight. "Little general of the little wars, where is the territory to be taken, the gold to be plundered, the respect to be won? What is there in a House of God that requires two armed men and a Steelskin Creature? Where is the gain in abducting the priest? If there were bricks of honor or gold here I would understand, but there is only stone and Peter, the rock upon which this Church is built."

He laughs. "Well you certainly talk a good game. Although you assume a lot of things that, to be honest, just ain't happening." The Don points over to father O'Malley. "The good father's abduction was not my plan. My son was going out of his way to get revenge for his cousin." The white coated shoulders shrug. "I can see it, but I can't abide by it. Honestly, Giuseppe was scum. I would've done him myself, but," He shakes his head, a slight smirk on his face. "Family ties and all. In this case, around my hands."

Armando Malone looks you square in the eyes, completely intimidated. "In other words, what my son did was wrong. He abducts the father, makes a huge scene and tries to kill him. I woulda smacked him upside the head for being such an ass." He frowns a bit, looking over at you. "He was impulsive, a bit of a brat, hotheaded, but he was still my boy." He looks down at the ground. "So you must understand what a shock his death was to me. I came here because I wanted some answers from the father."

>>14134888

>>completely unintimidated

fix'd, stupid autocorrect.

You can go with those last two questions btw. Can still interrupt the guy, can use things you've learned.

You have learned:
The meaning of death
The meaning of hate
Mourning the dead
Resourcefulness under pressure.

>>14134888

"Answers alone, or answers as the avenue to redress? I have no son; my kind do not know family. But we know kinship, and friendship. I have known the pain of the loss of my best friend, killed by a discharge of your son's weapon. His stone will remain forever cold, his granite gone to dust, to become something else one day in the fullness of time. Such is death. It is bitter."

>>14134943

This is Mourning the dead, by the way.

>>14134943
This.

You glare down your somewhat lengthy nose at the Don. "Answers alone, or answers as the avenue to redress? I have no son; my kind do not know family. But we know kinship, and friendship. I have known the pain of the loss of my best friend, killed by a discharge of your son's weapon. His stone will remain forever cold, his granite gone to dust, to become something else one day in the fullness of time. Such is death. It is bitter."

He looks genuinely sympathetic. "I am sorry for your loss, friend. You and I feel the same pain." He places a hand over his heart. "Right here." He turns his back on you, looking up at the icons on display. "It's hard, you know? Someone you care about, gone forever. I'd give anything to go back in time and prevent it from happening." He looks over at you, grinning a mirthless smile. "I guess it's just as bad for you, however old you are. You must've been friends a long time."

You have learned sympathy.

(Can still do stuff by the way)

>>14135004
Since we don't know what he reeeeaaally wants, let's just see what he says next. If he does just want to talk to O'Malley, then hurray. If not, we'll eat his face. Also, for security sake, let's take a position closer to the two.

You creep across the benches, keeping your legs curled and ready to pounce. The Don does not begrudge you this.

"I seen a ton of people I love go away." He says, turning back to you. "It doesn't get any easier. No matter how many times." He coughs a bit into his hand. "Forgive me, I'm getting all choked up here."

"So then, Gabriel, let me tell you what I think." Armando says, his cigarette wiggling between his lips as he speaks, hands clapsed behind his back. "I think that you got some connection with this. You total my nice car, injure my bodyguard, and my two close family members." He holds up both of his hands. "And here, I haven't laid a finger on the father, let alone you or the other fixtures up there on the roof." He lowers his hands back down. "I come here in mourning, trying to find answers as to why my boy, my darling Alfonso is dead, and you attack my people with no provocation."

He turns his head to the side for a moment, taking in a deep breath and slowly letting it out. "I think, at the very least, you owe me an apology."

>>14135004

"I understand now your son's actions. He felt the Hate, the unbearable surge of emotion that carries away rationality, and he sought to do anything to undo the loss of his cousin. When my friend died I felt the Hate too. It was the first time I knew it.

"Before last night, I knew your kind through watching the people of the night, and through watching movies. Fifty years of movies, and hundreds of years of passive watching, but in the last two nights I have learned more of your kind than ever I knew. I never needed it until yesterday, and I fear I have been a slow student. Things could have been done differently, but I was too slow. I learned too late that retribution cannot turn back the clock.

"What wrongs have been wrought cannot be undone. Our dead are gone, and we bear the pain of their loss together. I do not want to Hate again. I want the bitterness to be washed away."

>>14135114

"I am still slow. I thought you sought another abduction. I was wrong. You are right that an apology is owed, and I freely give it. I felt the fear of more loss to come, and it stole my rationality.

"Your metal guardian will need repairs. One of your men will need his head looked at. The other surrendered.

"I cannot re-make a car. I cannot fix a metal bodyguard. I have no gold, nothing of any value to a man. In apology I can only offer words."

>>14135117
You say this before the Don says:
>>14135114

>>14135150

The Don grins, looking satisfied. "Apology accepted." He flicks his lighter out once more, lighting it with an even stroke of his thumb. A quietly hissing yellow flame springs from it, only audible because of the silence in the church. "So then, tell me, Gabriel, what was your role in my son's murder?" He says, bringing the flame towards the end of his cigarette.

>>14135173
Tell the truth. If we're in any place to tell the truth, it'd be here.

>>14135214

You pause for a moment, looking Don Malone in the eyes. "I killed him."

The Don lights his cigarette, extinguishing his lighter with a flick of his wrist. "So you're telling me that you killed my son. Yet you have the balls to ask for forgiveness from me?" He smiles as he takes a draw on the cigarette, and for the first time, you detect a predatory anger in the expression.

>>And because of my roommates talking while I was trying to write dialogue it was almost this:

>>You pause for a moment, looking Don Malone in the eyes. "I want to fuck my mother."

>>14135254
"I won't try to justify myself to you, as there was nothing to justify. Just as he killed my friend, I killed him, and so you too can kill me. However, even if you did kill me, my friend would have never hurt a living thing. Your son, however, was killed him...he almost killed the Father, were it not for me. My judgment was less motivated by justice and more by anger. So yes, I do crouch before you, asking for forgiveness. . However, your son had to be stopped. If it means that I am put to stone rest because of it, I would understand..."

Bow a little.

>>14135300
>was killed him

It's 7am here. You know what I mean.

>>14135173

"You know most of it already, but I say it because you ask, and it is your right to know it all. I followed the abductors, and sought to stop them. I was one, they were many, and armed with weapons which could kill me. As you said, they were brought down by something short, heavy and fast. I pulled my blows, sought only to make them sleep.

"This part is known only to me and Father O'Malley, and he may not have recalled all of it, such was his distress. Your son held his weapon to O'malley's head, and demanded that I come out from the dark. I tried to disarm him by throwing a metal bludgeon one of the others had held, but I mis-judged and did not hit him or his weapon-bearing hand.

"He threatened again, and seemed very serious. I was still in the throes of the Hate, and I gave in to it. I rushed him, and he attacked me. Once, twice, three times I was pierced by metal. I lost sight of myself, I lost sight of my intent to remain merciful.

"I caught him, and I broke him. In my anger, I tore his heart from his chest. I am sorry. I learned too slowly that retribution does not undo loss."

Expel the heart from your chest, but leave it covered in a thin layer of your own stone. Give it to The Don, and say, "It does not undo the loss. I am sorry. I took things I never should have taken. I am sorry."

>>14135300

The Don inhales on his cigarette a bit. "You know, you make a valid point." The cherry lights up, white smoke snaking up into the air. "I could maybe forgive you, even for my son's death, if you promised to help me put that muscle of yours to good use. There's a lot of people wanting to ruin this city, and I can't be everywhere at once." He pauses, his eyes twin glimmers in the haze as he takes another drag, awaiting your response.

>>14135334

Retconning the last post.

>>14135345
Considering we're probably naive as fuck, I guess we'll ask into what he's offering. Perhaps looking over at the priest for support/hints at what's really going on. However, as soon as we think something's fishy, abandon ship; we're Sentinels of Justice, we don't have time to play muscle to a probable criminal.

>>14135334

You flap down in front of the Don, giving him the grim reminder of what hatred can do.

The Don holds his son's heart encased in stone in his hand.

"I thought you might have this." He says, looking down on you with a straight faced glare. "I should say, I knew you had this." His fingers clench around the stone, and the thin layer starts to crack. "You know how much pain you caused my boy. How much pain you caused me." His face seems glazed over with smoke, his eyes gleaming brightly despite the obscurity. "How do you think you can make this right?

>>14135373

Who's probable?

The man pays off the cops, drives to a church in the middle of the night with armed escorts, and has a walking tank for a bodyguard.

This guy is either a criminal or a politician. Terms that are not mutually exclusive.

>>14135409
Oh...well then, I guess that means AN AGENT OF JUSTICE NEVER FALTERS!

How that applies now, I'm not sure. I'm feeling like telling the guy "I've lost someone, you lost someone; get over it." However, I don't think that bodes over well in the communication process.
Since the situation just got a little grimmer, we could, via O'Malley's input (eye-contact, facial expressions, whatever) and our Resourcefulness Under Pressure to find a way to appease both parties. I don't think an agent of justice would just kill him outright like that; not while he still has a chance to be handed in to the lawful authorities.

"There are several ways I'm seeing this ending." He says, his face obscured by the smoke. "1: I kill you, my vengeful debt is paid, and I leave. 2: I inflict on you the same pain you dealt out to my boy before he died, but I keep you amongst the living. You never touch my family again. 3: You don't like what I'm saying, and either fight me or run. You stay my enemy." A veritable cloud of smoke emerges from the Don's mouth. The incense scent gets stronger. "My enemy is not something you want to be. 4. You pledge your undying loyalty to me and you come work for me. I let you go when your debt is paid. 5," He says, looking over at Father O'Malley. "I am still open to suggestion on what the fifth option should be.

>>14135431

O'Malley seems to be trying to say something, but the smoke is making it hard to decipher. His eyes have grown wide, and he looks afraid.

Your resourcefulness requires you to have resources at hand. Currently, all you have to offer is your own body.

"I could just make that missing eye of yours a twofer and we call it a day." The Don says cruelly.

"No, God no." O'Malley whispers.

>>14135385

"My kind have no rules about killers.But your kind do. What is the right way to deal with this? Father O'Malley, what does your religion say on this? What do the law makers say for this? Do we gather the 12 Angry Men for this?"

>>14135478

Father O'Malley rasps "You would be tried, convicted sentenced to prison time. But you would have to reveal your kind's presence to the world," He coughs, fanning the smoke out of his face. "You would be absolved of all sins before God if you did penance, but Mr.Malone here is not God."

>>14135498

"Option one is ugly, and leaves a lingering question: What is your punishment to be for killing me?

"Option two is also ugly, and poses a paradox. How would I identify your family without sight?

"Option three would lead to bitterness and sorrow.

"I fear option four would be the same.

"I learn too slowly to deal with humans in the correct way, and I am a faster study than many others. The slower ones would crumble under the weight of this. Is there no way for the fifth option to be carried out in secret?"

>>14135523

Malone laughs. "You didn't touch my son's eyes. Those two options are mutually exclusive. Either you suffer like he did and stay away from my family, or I blind you." The scent of incense grows headier, almost suffocating, if such a thing could happen to you.

Malone's eyes are like twin flickering candles through the smoky haze. "The only other option I can think of is you let me make you feel that same pain as when you lost Jerry again." His head, and indistinct blob, moves right to left in the cloud. "Neither you nor I want that."

What will you do?

>>14135523

"The first option I admit is without recourse. No evidence to the eyes of the common folk but a broken statue. But you are the one who offered it."

"You would find me to be a fair boss. Not like I could force you into doing what I wanted when you could break my neck with a flick of your wrist." He says. O'Malley looks over at you, and you realize he could threaten him or the church to press you into doing what he wants.

"And sorry, pal. But the judicial system is as public as it gets."

The Don snorts. "And what if I clipped your wings instead, and you stay away from my family? No more paradox, you can still function, mostly, and I'll even give 'em back to you after I die."

rolled 56 = 56

ask him, what things would he want done if we were his "minion"? and would they fit with our morals

>>14135534

Use the lesson of Sympathy to understand him, and help him understand you.

"You are skirting the Hate. You are not entirely in its throes, but you Hate just the same. I did not know any better when it took me, but you have heard my words. You have lived a life with humans. You should stop the Hate before it consumes your rationality entirely. I let it take mine a little, and then a lot, and then at the last entirely, and I wish I never had let it take hold at all."

>>14135565

"Depends on the day, night for you I guess." He mutters, puffing out a ring of smoke. "Obviously I can't have you snuff people out, that wouldn't be right. Intimidation though is right up your alley. Like what you did just outside. No one needs to get hurt." His eyes burn hot, like embers. "On off days, maybe have you lift some heavy stuff. I could use another bodyguard as well."

>>14135569

You understand that this man has already been consumed by the hate. "My rationality? It's perfectly intact. You're the one who wanted to let me kill you. Let's just strike that from the list, shall we? Leaving us with four options." He shrugs. "I am open to negotiation. I know a great many things that would speed this up, but with someone with your strength, I can't exactly force you into it. What do you want me to do for you?"

>>14135592
"Can I talk with the father for a few seconds ? Just the two of us."

He will never really forgive for this. He runs enterprises which are outright criminal.

He has offered us a position as his bodyguard for an indeterminate amount of time. All we need do to ensure that he not continue to poison the world is accept, gain his trust, and then at the critical moment break our word and let him suffer at the hands of his enemies.

Gaining his trust would be ugly, but it would let us learn his organization. Once he suffered his accident, we could dismantle the organization entirely.

He need not die. No one needs to. Justice is public. All we need to do is get evidence of his wrong-doing into the hands of the public. Get evidence of the wrong-doing of the corrupted law enforcers and law makers into public hands.

And we are very sneaky.

>>14135613

"Certainly." The Don says, drifting out of the church, his blazing orange eyes barely leaving you as his body leaves the church.

"He sees more than most men." Father O'Malley says, hacking a bit as the Don leaves. "I tried to speak to you, lad, but I could only say things that he wanted me to say to you." He looks saddened, scared. "I thought we had your eye fixed up. What do we do?"

>>14135644
Tell him about this >>14135614 plan.

Silently.

Wouldn't want him to hear us.

>>14135644

"The fix was cosmetic in nature, the damage remains and the functionality is still lost. His incense is linked to his powers, and they are as supernatural as I am. I don't know how he got them. I am unfortunately ignorant."

>>14135668

"Don't you get it, lad?" The father whispers to you. "He can read minds! I don't know how, but he was asking me questions about you by name when I told him I didn't see anything. And how else would he have known you were blind in one eye?" He sighs. "Now that you've come up with a plan it's going to be bunk lad. I'm sorry. I doubt you'd ever get his trust and I'm sure he'd never consider the debt repaid."

>>14135668
>Wouldn't want him to hear us.

By him I mean the Don.

Produce the gun and say, "How do I use this?"

>>14135697

Ah know.

>>14135709

Father O'Malley wraps your hand around the handle of the gun, putting your finger on a small switch. "You point the end of the barrel towards your target, and then you squeeze the trigger." He looks down at you with a sad expression. "If you want to kill him, then let me do it instead. He already knows I was planning on trying, and I've lived a long life. You've just begun on your path, Gabriel."

>>14135730
There are still some things we should know.

Maybe we should call back the Don and ask him about the nature of his.."Bodyguard".

Although he will probably find out about the plan to kill him as soon as he enters..

Oh well , bump anyway. Maybe someone else will come up with a better idea.

>>14135730

"I told you I would not kill. I need to know two more things. Where is the seat of Hate, and the seat of rationality in a man's body?"

Now that their use is known, we can integrate the guns in our body. They can be hidden, with only small holes for the barrels and ejector ports exposed.

>>14135768

The priest shakes his head at you.

"Gabriel, I only wish it were that easy. Where that emotion and... condition originate is in the brain." He points at his own head. "It you shoot that, most likely he'll die. I have surgical knowledge, but I don't know how the brain works. No one does."

You can integrate the guns if you wish.

>>14135758

The Don comes back in when you want him to.

"My bodyguard?" He asks, looking just as he did before he lit his cigarette, a new one sticking out the side of his mouth. "You mean what you would be doing in my employ or the nature of the one you bent my car over?"

"Tell you what, I'll make this more simple for you." He says, his eyes glowing for a moment. "I know that you know I can read your thoughts. Not important as to how. What if I gave you some better deals here? You take all that pain or lose your wings, I sponsor the church for five years. You come work for me, I will treat the Father well and make sure nothing bad happens to him. You get your eye put out, I give you the Odin special and we stay in touch, no pressure of any kind, till you master it. You walk away right now." He says, puffing out smoke. "Leave this man to me, and I won't even send anyone after you."

>>14135818
Look around inside the church.

Maybe we can find something interesting or a tool to help us.

>>14135869
Your resourcefulness nets you a few silver bullets. You touch them without harm. Clearly you were not the supernatural creature whose "name is on" these bullets. O'Malley helps you load them before the Don returns.

You see a phrase on the wall above a portrait of an angel helping a group of starving children. "The Best Gift you can Give is to Give of Yourself."

>>14135908
>The Best Gift you can Give is to Give of Yourself

For some reason that made me think of prostitution.

To fight a mind reader you either overwhelm his ability to read your mind, or you act reflexively, or you overwhelm his ability to react to your actions.

Gabriel is nowhere near ready for any of that.

Take the pain, but ask how he will determine the proper measure, and how it will be meted out.

>>14135920

Well apparently you want to fuck your mother according to non-canon dialogue, so I guess it's not out of the question.

>>14135867
So it all comes down to the Wings , the Body , the Eye or the Priest.

Hmm , The eyes seem like the easiest choice but we shouldn't be hasty trading off our vision.

How's our hearing compared to normal humans ?

>>14135946

The Don looks as though he's listening to someone. "First, we break one of your legs. Then a wrist, then smash your skull into the ground till it cracks. Finally, we pull open a chunk of your cheat and pull some stone out." His smoke hangs in the air. "I am nothing if not thorough."

>>14135958

Not bad, more well-honed than just outright better. You can hear voices of humans sometimes when you sleep.

>>14135971
Now that we think about it , he didn't mention what happens to the Father if he gets our eye.[spoiler] Unless I've misread [/spoiler] Ask him telepathically (or just think about it).

>>14135963

Should be chest.

>>14135994

"Nothing happens to him." The Don says. "Like I said I got no business with him 'cept to illuminate some things, which this trip certainly has."

>>14136016
So in the end , the best choices available are :

1.Give off our vision.

2.Work for him.

Bump.

>>14136044

What the best choices are is your opinion.

Pic related.

We'l work for him then...for now.

It's not like there's anything stopping us from abandoning the deal.

"Very well , I shall work for you. But know that I won't bathe my hands in the blood of humans again."

>>14136114

The Don extends his hand, a grin on his face. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He puts out his cigarette in the small metal tube. "Don't worry. If you change your mind, I'm a very reasonable man. We'll try this out for a week, and if you don't like it, you can pick from one of the other options." He extends his hand. "Shake?"

>>14136143
Extend your hand but don't touch his. Watch him carefully.

And besides , do we even know what a handshake is ?

(Fucking 4chan ate my goddamn post)

The Don shakes your hand, slowly and carefully. His grip is cold, but strong for a human. "I will send one of my men tomorrow night to pick you up. Try not to total their car." He walks out of the church grinning to himself.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Father O'Malley says when he's out of the church.

>>14136168

You've seen it a few times, but you're not sure what it means.

>>14136238

Anyway I am done. Next gargoyle quest will be on Monday Night.