>>You take off, impressing Fredrick, and light on the roof over the window. You close your eyes, vision going dark as you hear the other three enter the house. You open them again, seeing nothing outside save yourself.

>>You hear conversation, an old woman's voice answering the voice of Renee. You hear the sound of pottery breaking, and several people moving inside.

>>"-of my house you houligans!"

>>"Look, Mary, we just need the protection money."

>>"That was Walt's money for me!"

>>"Yes, I know, but don Malone has been looking out for you now."

>>"Looking out for me? What's there to look for? I'm a nobody!"

>>"That's not true Mary-"

>>You hear them move into the room below you.

rolled 1 = 1

>>14191440
Stand watch, looking solid.

D20 for any rolls.

"You know your husband's 'deals', not with the Don..."

"What are you talking about?"

"The creatures that Walt kept around."

"They're not here anymore." She says, almost sobbing.

"Then they're somewhere else, dear. They could be anywhere else." Renee's voice gains a bitter quality.

You take a peek down through the window.

Your three associates are standing in a large drawing room. At the back of the room stands an old woman, with frail features and curled gray hair. She is looking over at them, her body shaking. A great, dusty piano stands in the room as do numerous bookshelves. Ancient things, not as old as you, but still fairly old.

Renee makes eye contact with you as the old woman starts to turn around.

You know what you must do.

The question is, will you do it?

>>14191583
Hide?

what have we learned again?

oh hai gaiz, am I late?

You have: Two bang sticks; The father's bang stick (Silver bullets), The thug's bang stick (Silver bullets)

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

Your stone is a slightly dark gray.

You stand at around 4 feet tall.

Your horns have grown slightly since you last slept.

i suggest we try and use sympathy

>>14191727

This old scared woman does not deserve this. You withdraw.

The others may be upset with you, but scaring this old woman is cruel.

"I haven't seen anything since..."

"The last time we were here. Mary, you've had your curtains drawn, haven't you?"

"No..."

"If you had the curtains drawn of course you wouldn't have seen anything." Renee takes a few steps to one side.

"Then why are you so nervous? Did you hear something?" He inflects the end of his sentence.

What will you do?

bump.

>>14191781
Alright, alright...I guess we'll reveal ourselves, eyes gleaming.

OP?

>>14191976

You lower yourself from the roof by your toes, wings spread, eyes aglow.

Mary McGregor turns, screaming as she sees you, her old legs giving out for a moment. She backs away up to Renee, who draws his bang stick, pointing it towards you. You swirl down and fly off, landing a short distance away.

A few minutes later, the rest of the crew walk out of the house carrying a suitcase.

"Jesus fuck man." Fredrick says, slamming the door to the car.

"It's over. Let's just go." Renee says, getting back in the car after putting the money in the trunk.

Your stomach feels like a pit of emptiness. The fear in the old woman's eyes was not just. She was alone and scared, innocent of the terrors you and the others brought to her.

The rest of the car is silent, absent of the jovial chatter between familiar fellows.

Will you break that silence?

Godfried, the quiet fellow, pats you on the shoulder in a comforting manner. "Sorry, all of us have had to at some point."

"Shit!" Fredrick shouts, slamming his fist down on the wheel.

Renee looks over at him. "Pull the car over."

You stop on the old highway, tall grass and trees on a black sky.

Fredrick storms out of the car, flailing about, his mouth foaming. He howls like a madman, shouting at the sky, giving the car a kick hard enough to shake its frame.

"That's enough!" Renee yells, glaring at Fredrick through the window.

Fredrick breathes heavy for a few seconds, spits, and gets back in the car. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Why did she have to cry again?" Fredrick says, after a good five minutes of total silence.

"See you later, Gabriel." Renee says, the group dropping you off outside of a dim warehouse. Two men in suits, calm with their hands folded at about waist level, stand guard. There is the sound of soft jazz music from the second floor, and the scent of incense drips down from the frosted windows.

What will you do?

"The boss wants to see you, Gabriel." One of the guards says, sneering your name. "Says he wants to hear how your jobs went." He cracks open the door. "You can walk in like a human, if you want."

These two obviously don't think much of you.

What will you do?

>>14193120

Ignore them without making eye contact and stride in like a human.

>>14193158

You fold your wings, the guard snickering a bit as you walk inside.

Few things adorn the warehouse save a metal staircase leading to the second floor, a card table, and some crates. It is much smaller than the warehouse you previously visited. The jazz music softly drifts down. You can see the Don's silhouette against the blinds.

What will you do?

>>14193176

Subtly scan for anyone who seems to be paying attention to me. Walk near the blinds, but stop 4 feet away. Announce myself humbly and bow slightly.

>>14193229

You spot a man standing near the top of the stairs, the steel man from yesterday. He stands so motionless, that because of your lack of vision in your right eye, you almost missed him.

You advance up the stairs, stone feet sounding on the metal. You watch the sentinel, silent and unmoving.

"Don Malone, I am here." You say, standing back from the door.

"Come in, Gabriel." He says, opening the door and walking back into the room towards a window.

>>14193313

You enter, the room thick with perfumed smoke. Several strange statues flank the corners of the room, with elongated features and strange markings. The Don opens a window.

"I just wanted to see how things agreed with you." He says, putting out his cigarette in a window-side ashtray. A fan slowly blows out the incense. He stands, hands clasped behind his back with a pleasant grin on his face. "You may sit if you wish."

>>14193384

You stand before the Don. This man is dangerous. A devil in his own right. But this is a question of what is more important: Your morals, or your body.

You feel your eyes light as you think of the old woman's face, the fear of death in her expression. But what else can you do? Is this the right choice?

What do you say?

I will archive this before it gets any later.

Tune in on Friday for the decision made by you, the player, that will shape the rest of gargoyle quest! (I'll try and start it a bit earlier this time.)

I don't care who you are, pic is awesome. I can say that because probably no one will respond.