>[ ] Counterclaws!
We've got this chump.

>>28054059
Counter!

>[x] Counterclaws!

cut him in the eyes

>>28054059
>[ ] Counterclaws!

Upper cut him in the chin with our claws.

Dodge

>>28054059
http://pastebin.com/zFvxDsKi
This list will be subject to change once we get more powers,which was hinted at being in 2-3 powers from now so choose wisely to either bank or get closer to skipping ahead of the chapter.
It is also should be known that we are gonna have to do more to get x-points because of leveling up and all that it entails.

>[ ] Counterclaws!
If that doesn't work, attempt to bend this place to our will like we did before and create an image of a natural predator designed to fuck with us
Our elder sibling

>>28054059
>>[ ] Dodge.
>>[ ] Write in.
Dodged him then grab him and use electrostatic touch.

>>28054177
Or sic Kimura on his ass. Might even want to conjure a chair, some popcorn and enjoy the show.

>>28054059
>>[ ] Counterclaws!
>>[ ] Write in.
Can we go invisible first before counter clawing?

>>28054087
>>28054129
>>28054141
>>28054177
you guys want to go invisible first or straight up countering?

>>28054220
>Or sic Kimura on his ass

Oh shit, yeah.

>>28054220
>>28054177
Pretty sure that's not how this works, we used our memories to enhance ourself, not conjure up bullshit.

>>28054230

No. We're going to face our fears. Face our "inner demons".

We are not going to run away.

>[X] Counterclaws!

You feel your own claws knead their way out from under your skin.

Letting instinct guide you, you answer his snarl with one of your own – it occurs to you, at the very edge of thought, that you didn’t know that was a noise you could make – and meet him head-on, aiming a slash at his beautiful green eyes.

For instant you perceive the mockery of your flesh slipping away, ribbons of shadow unfurling like blood and paint-strippings where your claws dig into his face, but then, suddenly. it’s as if a grenade just exploded in your eyes – you hear yourself scream as the pain blossoms through you, seeming to all but crack open your face.

It’s gone before you hit the floor, but by then he’s on you, his claws searing in your chest – like tiny splinters of fire, digging, burning, scraping through you, you can feel him surging into you, drinking from you, hurting you.

“Your sensations are incredible, JJ. Even here.”

It’s a terrible voice. It’s terrible, until you realize it must be yours.

>[ ] Electrostatic Touch.
>[ ] Throw him off.
>[ ] Claw him back.
>[ ] Invoke [write in] memory.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28054237
This anon is correct.

>>28054269
>[ ] Invoke Noriko's electro-nuke moment.
>[ ] Electrostatic Touch.
FRY.

>>28054269
I think you gave us a perfect one last thread, if it wants to share our pain, lets share it.

Remember the crack to the skull we took.

>>28054269
>>[ ] Electrostatic Touch.
>>[ ] Invoke [write in] memory.
The shit with surge when she was freaking out from her drugs.

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>>28054291
That's a really good idea actually.

>>28054269
Throw him again, we need time to formulate a plan.

>>28054269
You will find this sensation quite shocking. Electro touch. If that fails we kill him with bad puns

Any one have an idea who this guy is?

>>28054322
>Any one have an idea who this guy is?

From a little investigating on the Marvel demons, I think it's one of: Kkallakku, Aan Taanu, Aggamon or Marduk Kurios

>>28054322
Read the last thread.

He's a fuckin demon.

>>28054334

Anon was wondering who the demon specifically is, not what this thing is.

>>28054291
~I get by with a little help from my friends.
I can fry, with a little help from my friends!~

>>28054291
>>28054305
>>28054308

>Willpower Check
>DC17
>+1 modifier

>>28054291
Seconding

Rolled 16

>>28054363

Rolled 5 + 1

>>28054363
woo

>>28054334
i meant more of something like this.
>>28054332
I was thinking Olivier or Thog.

Rolled 6

>>28054363

Rolled 3 + 1

>>28054363
Zap zap

Rolled 5

>>28054363
Rolling

>>28054369
>Rolled 16
>+1

Fucking exact!

I'm saving my good quote for a situation that fits it.

Rolled 9 + 1

>>28054363
Dice

Rolled 12 + 1

>>28054363

Rolled 6

>>28054363
>King Beleth is always accompanied by a host of musicians
Oi CJ u cheeky git

>>28054369
>Literally made the DC exactly.

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>>28054369
10+ lizard points for that roll.

>>28054369
Most blessed of anons.
I think we need to have JJ visit a church again, like when we channeled the senses of Jesus. We need a refill of that.

>>28054490
yeah, there's no way you meet a fucking demon and not be at least agnostic from then on out

Rolled 13 + 1

>>28054513
well we did receive a 20 after praying to the dice gods.

>>28054513
What are you talking about? Thor used to be on the news like everyday.

>>28054535
It can be argued he's more an inter-dimenisonal being rather than a god

>>28054535
Folks can explain that away as, "oh, he's just got super powers and a Norse theme". They didn't go into a haunted house and talk/fight with Green Eyes.

>>28054369
...really hoping this whole episode is actually happening and we're not just hallucinating on gas fumes. It's just JJ's luck to accidentally burn down an orphanage while trying to save a little girl.

>>28054564
>>28054568
...and the entire Greek pantheon which is running around?

>>28054490
Immediately, something like scales fell from Saul's eyes, and he could see again. He got up and was baptized,

>>28054569
pretty sure the caretakers would be hitting us with baseball bats by now

>>28054569
Turns out JJ's just tripping balls in the orphanage, clawing and zapping shit in full visible spectrum while yelling about demons.

>>28054606
Just blame video games

>>28054369
>17
>success

He bores into your skull. You feel your heart draining into the beating of his, their echoes mingling, dancing, till you don’t know which is yours and which is his. It hurts like scolded burned disappointment failed abandoned and it entices like all the above, wrenching into you, bleeding.

Desperately, you reach out for something strong. The terror of Noriko and the alley races back to you, overwhelming you. You don’t know if she’s gonna explode or… or what. God, this chick and her stupid blue hair, she’s gonna be the death of you. The alley orphanage operating table lights up, arcs of hellish blue straining the shadows to their utmost limit, pouring from your heart and lapping over you, lashing out like an uneasy sleeper.

It flays him, burning through his non-flesh and driving him back. He lets go, but it’s not enough – he’s still on you, his claws still connected by veins of shadow, fishing hooks, spider-webs.

He pulls. You scream – inside and out.

“Remember how our father looked at us, JJ? You remember that disappointed face?”

No. Yes? Your memories ache with disgust and fever and truth and lies. You don’t know. You don’t know. Maybe.

“Let’s reminisce a while.”

Your failures choke in on you. You feel your chest swell with them, bulging, their slippery forms encasing your heart and your lungs, wriggling in every undeserved breath, crushing, eating, tearing their way in and out. Joyce pushes at your skin, stretching, screaming to be free. Your mother is in there with her, and your father, and your teachers and friends and everyone that you ever let down. They’re going to rip you apart. They’re going to feed on you. They deserve it, too.

You at least owe them this.

>[ ] Invoke [insert] memory.
>[ ] Keep up the electricity.
>[ ] Push him off.
>[ ] Claw at him.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28054585
So that intense pain we just felt a moment ago was us getting stabbed by the kids/caretaker? Yeah, that seems unlikely. We probably got shot...

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>>28054569
The whole King of Beleth bit is occult demonologists lore. So, unless JJ's secret obsession is mystical secrets not meant to be known by mere mortals, this is pretty much happening.

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>>28054628
>>[ ] Invoke [insert] memory.
That time we comforted Laura.

>>28054606
I'm somewhat half hoping this.
>>28054628
>>[ ] Invoke [insert] memory.
>>[ ] Keep up the electricity.
The beating we got and being set on fire.

>>28054649

Seconded.

(Though, remind me, when did that happen?)

>>28054628
“It’s not going to end like this.”
“It’s not – it’s not ending like this! Come on! Get up!”

>>28054665
Thread #6 I believe

>>28054628
>[ ] Invoke [EYES OF GOD] memory.
We shall see the true form of this demon through the power of the lord.

>>28054665
Right around when she tried to leave us.

>>28054649
Plus memories of her healing, see if we can't channel her healing factor.

>>28054628
Remember our success
>saving Noriko from the goons (our literal leap of faith)


Can we use more than one memory per action Crusty?

>>28054649
>>28054628
>>28054695
>>28054694
Do this, but also try to push the fucker away with taser hands still on full blast.

>>28054676
Lil JJ has the best quotes.

>>28054680
Um, I'm not sure I want JJ to start rolling san checks right now anon.

>>28054679
>>28054692

Oh right, that part! Thanks, Anons.

>>28054680
... I am all for this. Let's channel God up in here, pull up every faith related memory we've got.

>>28054649
>>28054695
>>28054694
>>28054699

>Willpower Check
>DC15
>-3 modifier
>yep, you read that right, -3 modifier

Rolled 10

>>28054753
gulp

Rolled 11 - 3

>>28054753
Oh Jesus, channel thy dice!

Rolled 7

>>28054753
Shit, we need to run...

Rolled 12

>>28054753

Rolled 8 - 3

>>28054753

Rolled 20

>>28054753

>>28054775
cmon please count

>>28054775
Damn. Too late.

Rolled 7 - 3

>>28054753

Rolled 10

>>28054775
Too late, m8

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>>28054775

Rolled 14 - 3

>>28054765
>>28054763
>>28054766
...Shit.
>Lord skillati
Captcha, now you're just mocking me.

Rolled 16 - 3

>>28054753

Rolling

(I know it's late, just wondering how I'd do)

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Rolled 9 - 3

>>28054753

>>28054753
>expecting us to pass a 3 in 20 roll
Use a karma point i guess

great, he's gonna wear us like a suit and touch our stuff and wreck up the place

Rolled 13 - 3

>>28054817
>Use a karma point i guess

Oh right, we still have one.

>>28054817
Only for critfails.

>>28054817
>>28054835

only good on critfails

we're boned

>>28054817
They don't work that way. I'm wondering if we're going to permanently lose that +1 to courage?

>>28054853
We need a security blanket now. Can it be Laura?

>>28054881
We are alone.

>>28054765
>8
>not good enough

You trace your way back along the lightning, grasping for anything – anything that can provide solidity, anything that isn’t failure, anything.

You latch on to Laura. The snow and the desolation surrounds you. She doesn’t leave, she stays, you feel her warmth, she smells awful and so do you, her tears are in your hoodie and her breath is close, warm, quiet, soft–

And it collapses inwards, tearing past the rest of your memories, your failures, hurting them, hurting you, you scream, you feel it fold up into a nail in your head and he pushes and pushes and pushes it, he hammers it in and in and in till it’s scraping the back you your skull your mind your soul.

His hands snap about your neck. You feel him in your bloodstream. He caresses when he squeezes, he throttles you with a loving, gentle touch.

“God, daddy, yes, hah. Soft and warm.” He breaths out the smell of the M roasting in your flesh. The smell of Laura’s hoodie. “All those tingly feelings. I’m not sure we’re allowed that kind of stuff, JJ. It’s all a bit above our station.”

>[ ] Invoke [insert] memory.
>[ ] Push him off.
>[ ] Claw at him.
>[ ] Electricity.
>[ ] Write in.

Rolled 6 - 3

>>28054959
>[ ] Push him off.

>>28054959
>>[ ] Push him off.

>>[ ] Electricity.

no more bad touch

>>28054817
There's a reason for that -3 modifier.

Man, I have a hard time identifying with all this emotional stuff. I suppose that's why I see a psychologist.
>>28054959
>[ ] Invoke [insert] memory.
Invoke relaxing with our sister on the beach, her lifting up the car, having a good time. Happy memories. Take shelter in them and try to cleanse this evil demon corruption from our body.

>>28054959
Jesus the Creeper saving us, anything!
Also up the voltage

>>28054959
Can we use little JJ now?
>>28054676
Please?

Rolled 20 - 3

>>28054959
>>[ ] Invoke [insert] memory.
>>[ ] Push him off.
Think of our sister and her super strength.(when she threw us like nothing.

>>28054959
>"It’s all a bit above our station.”
Fuck that noise. Remember the the slip you gave to Kimura, the cash we gave to the vagabond, the family sundays at the church.

>>28054959
>[ ] Claw at him.
>Channel Laura rage, every time we've seen her fight, maybe even our game of tag.

>>28054959
>push him off
>insert memory of beating the fuck out of someone while invisible?

>>28055001
>>28054999
These two work.
>>28055007
We have better rage than that anon think.

>>28054983
So we need to focus on rage. The purer the better. Damn, not sure what memories are left to use at this point...

>>28055015
Yeah, but that's not all tied to Laura, now is it? I think we need to focus.

>>28055038
How about the fuckers who tried to kill our sister or the fuckers that tried to burn us alive, hell we can even use the creeper instead of using something we saw.

>>28055038
No, we need to stop using memories of people we've known for a week.

Fucking creeper memories are stronger than Laura ones.

Little JJ quote is perfect for this situation.

>>28055052
Used it already.

>>28054999
seconded lil JJ

>>28055061
Doesn't mean we can't use them again and we didn't channel the hate for our sisters supposed murders and the hate for the fuckers who tried to kills us.

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>>28055026
Wait...
>>28055015
Wait a second...
>>28054959
Are we trapped in a Nigga Moment? Only one thing can stop a nigga moment.
Peace.

>>28054976
>>28054981
>>28054999
>>28055001
>>28055015
>>28055026
>>28055052
>>28055064

>Willpower Check
>DC15
>+3 modifier

>>28054999
Do this and also push the fucker off.

Rolled 1

>>28055089

Rolled 20 + 3

>>28055089
pls dice gods

Rolled 14

>>28055074
Yes we did, fucking last thread.
Stop focusing on laura's rage and start focusing on something that comes from JJ's memories.
>>28055089

Rolled 16

>>28055089

Rolled 3 + 3

>>28055089
'Ere we go

Rolled 12 + 3

>>28055089
>>28055093
i hate you.

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>>28055093
>>28055095

>>28055096
>Rolled 14

With the +3 it's a 17 on a 15 DC.

We did it!

>>28055095
>>28055093
so they cancel out and we just take
>>28055096

the 17?

Rolled 5

>>28055093
>>28055095
>>28055096
So...

We succeed?

>>28055096
We used the explosion dipshit not the emotions and hate we felt for the fuckers.

>>28055093
>>28055095
20s cancel 1s I believe

>>28055081
Or coming to terms with our inferiority complex. Every little self-deprecating joke, every time we are reminded of something painful in our past, every time we fear normal humans and feel out of place, that makes the little demon inside of us a little bit stronger.

A way would be to go full Homo Superior, focusing on adventures and admiting that The Creeper was right. And then we go Brotherhood, all according to keikaku.

>>28055093
>>28055095
>LUCK IMPLOSION

Out in the dead of space, two rolls of equal and opposite aspects collide, and mingle, and promptly blast themselves out of existence.

But luckily you still have >>28055096

>>28055116
That's the whole point to the memories its the emotion associated with them. The event and the emotion are the same thing.

>He trails off into a scream of pain and rage. Your sister explodes in your mind. Her fist arcs through the air and her arms hurl you to safety. You fly across the lake, pain and shame and guilt eating at you like a fire inside, churning through you, burning with nightmare heat. Your storm is red and angry and hateful. Your lightning is a mess of arcing, crimson scrawls, searing through whatever he has for flesh, burning him just as sure as it burns you.

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>>28055095
>>28055093
why
WHY
WHYY

>>28055129
What happens when an unmovable failure meets with an unstoppable success? Annihilation on an unprecedented scale of course.

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probably won't even get him off us.

incoming Superior JJ.....

this might sound random, but does anyone know a good scholarly information looking website?

>>28055396
Google scholor, JSTOR.

If you find something on JSTOR but don't have access to that file, just enter it on google and you should be able to find a free one.

>>28055396
JSTOR, though they only service institutions. Look if your local university has a membership.

>>28055432
>>28055421
Great that works, i forgot the websites my college has and it wasn't in the planner so i tried using normal Google with varied results.

>(1/2)
>>28055096
>17
>success

His words mean next to nothing. You barely have the thought left in your mind to process them. The exit wounds carved by your escaping, fleeing thoughts fill your skull with pain.

His grip tightens. You feel yourself struggle for air, for something, but you’re not doing it, it’s just your body, just your survival instinct.

You’re not there. You’re watching him drink in everything that you love, his grin exultant and hungry, his eyes gleaming with obsessive want. He really is you. Selfish, and hungry, and needy. Feeding and sipping and surviving off the deaths of others.

You plummet, soaring over the lake. You eat the last of your sister’s strength and use it to fly, fly away, leave her to burn. Your mother carries you over the dunes. The sun beats down on her, but she carries you anyway, and you laugh and smile, while an aneurysm is slowly forming in her head. She collapses into kindling. Fire swarms over you.

You burn.

>>28055461
>You burn

Since he is us right now, I wonder if he burns too?

>(2/2)

His grip loosens.

His teeth – the teeth that are his fingers – withdraw, smoking luridly, burns streaking along their length. His face is sick. He screams at you angrily and you feel yourself rising, you feel yourself pushing him off, scrabbling at his arms, grabbing, shoving, it’s pathetic, but it’s working.

You feel weak, but only as weak as him.

“You know, JJ…”

He flails feebly at you. You’re both tired and hurt. You kick, you claw, he does the same. He’s calmed down. You’re not pushing him off anymore – you don’t know when it happened, but you’re on him now, you’re throttling him.

He doesn’t seem to care.

“I don’t think I particularly need Annie after all. I wanted a matching set…” You squeeze, you squeeze without thinking, is it you that’s squeezing or is it him, is he throttling himself? “…but I can live without one. You and I have a lot more in common. Normally”–

You’re not hearing this. You scream at him and flood his veins with electricity.

– “Normally I have to beat them down, break them. Make it a blessing when I take their meat from them. But I think you’ve pretty much done that to yourself. You’ll do fine.”

No. No, that can’t–

You thrust your hands into you. You feel yourself climbing into your mouth, past your teeth, slipping under your eyelids, melting into your pores. You feel yourself growing very, very small, and very, unbelievably large…

>think of one thing
>one idea, or thought, or memory
>one thing to drive you away

>>28055489
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! this is more spooky than I thought we were gonna get.

I have no fucking clue.

>>28054676
>“It’s not going to end like this.”
>“It’s not – it’s not ending like this! Come on! Get up!”
>>28055489
>>think of one thing
>>one idea, or thought, or memory

>>28055489
>think of one thing
>one idea, or thought, or memory
>one thing to drive you away

Fire

>>28055517
>>28055489
this little JJ time.

>>28055517
I'm gonna second this, unless we've already used it but it doesn't seem that Crusty took it from earlier.

>>28055519
Seconding. Fire now good

>>28055517
This.

>>28055526
What the hell, I'll back this.

>>28055489


>>28055519

second

>>28055519
>Thinking of the thing that makes us curl up in the fetal position.

Not a great idea, JJ hasn't conquered his fear yet, he can't be expected to use it as a weapon.

>>28055519
It's the Creeper, and his nothingness smile.

>>28055568
What better time to conquer his fears than now?

>>28055568
>hinking of the thing that makes us curl up in the fetal position.
>Not a great idea

Even though Crusty said:
>think of one thing
>one idea, or thought, or memory
>one thing to drive you away

>>28055578
I'm hoping that after this we should be able to flick on a lighter no problem. I mean, what's a little phobia like fire compared to fighting a god damn Demon?

Getting tea quickly.

Be back... very soon.

>>28055517
this is the only right choice.
>>28055578
You mean when we are on the verge of getting possed?

>>28055578
The situation has nothing to do with fire?

>>28055489
Alone in the cold.

>>28055519
Fire, definitely fire.

>>28055578
good point, lets think of FIRE!

>>28055568
It's an all consuming fire, that strips our bones clean and clears all our doubts, our fears and insecurities. There are many rituals of purification through the world, from the Christian Purgatory to Japanese Shinto rituals.

>>28055594
That is if we survive you are acting like we should use our fear to get out of such a bad situation we are in.

>>28055606
>The situation has nothing to do with fire?

See >>28055585

>>28055622
Yeah, of course. The goal is to
>think of one thing to drive you away

>>28055527
>One thing to drive you away


You know, fire might not be such a bad idea.

Changing my vote to fire.

>>28055449
The worst thing to ever happen in the entire history of time was Google Scholar being removed from the drop-down options on Google's search page.

>>28055618
And whats better than that is rising from the ashes and overcoming such things he already said we stripped ourselves enough for him.

Do we even remember why we're afraid of fire?

Was it the brand?

>>28055667
we got burned alive.

>>28055675
No, pretty sure we didn't.

>>28055684
read the last thread we were a hairs breath from death when the creeper came to save us.(the whole time we were on fire)

>>28055684
>>28055675

we almost got burned alive. Creeper saved us

and I think there was a fire somewhere too

>>28055667
It's the symbolization of the hate of mankind towards our kind, through sadistic rednecks and bikers. It's something that threatens to destroy all that we are and leave nothing but our charred remains. The smell is intoxicating, numbing, too.
>>28055675
Almost.

>>28055684
We were alive and we were burned. We burned while alive. We got put out, but still.

>>28055489
They need me.
Laura and Layla and Kevin and Noriko.
They need me. I'm needed by people.
THEY NEED ME
I AM NEEDED I HAVE TO GET BACK THEY NEED ME I AM NEEDED.

>>28055697
It never got lit, we were on gasoline.

That's prefire.

>>28055747
Thats awful, go away.

Back. Looks like we're going with

>Fire

Also, your fear originally comes from your house being burned down and your sister possibly being killed. Almost getting burned alive by assholes just added to it.

>>28055752
>>28055739
>>28055711
>A light sparks up in the reddened storm of your vision.
>
You want to scream. Fire. Fire, fire.

You don’t. You don’t anything.

You look up into the eyes of night-fire and see a nothing that rots the world around it, putrefying from the inside to the outside, from heart to soul to mind to sodden pulsing quivering closing groaning shrieking moaning flesh. You feel your life spinning out into the universe. It lances off, star-like-shot, burning without fire, the world enclosing it, caressing it, folding it into the purr of gravity ebbing, electromagnetism dancing, gases collapsing, fission and fusion and weak and strong, rushing outward, breathing one into the other into the other, drinking, gasping, crashing toward final, cosmic orgasm.
Looks like we were set on fire to me.

>>28055783
You don't chat nonchalantly with some dudes after you've been set on fire.

It never got lit.

>>28055783
That or a crazy night with a fire element.

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>>28055747
>I'm needed by people.

>>28055778
>your fear originally comes from your house being burned down and your sister possibly being killed.

I knew there was something along the lines of a fire with our family. Thought I was thinking Omar Denis, though.

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>>28055783
That was part of the psycho astral trip/drug experience, though.

>>28055827
is crystal pepsi that awful?

>>28055778
But fire purifies.

And fire is how we were marked. An M branded into us, separating us out, forever reminding us that we're different. He might take our form and mess with our memories, but something's will always irrevocably divide us from him, because he can always chose for them go away.

>>28055855
>is crystal pepsi that awful?

No, he was faking it.

He drank it, then did a cut that said 3 HOURS LATER, he acted like he had stomach problems and then vomited.

>>28055855
It is when it's been bottled for like 20 years.

>>28055855
they stopped making them in the early 90s too

>>28055884
About 20 years before swag shirts were a thing.

>>28055882
>It is when it's been bottled for like 20 years.

According to Brad Jones it's still good.

Our fear of flame has followed us all our life as a shadow, since we watched them burn whom we loved at a place that was, to us, safe.

When a man embraces his fear, reaches out to it and becomes its master he can find strength or salvation.

Like the night a bat flew into the study of an injured billionaire orphan who got badly wounded during his first attempt at vigilantism.

We embrace the embers of our knightmares. They forge us anew, temper us. For fear is needed for survival.

FIRE

>>28055912
We dragon now.

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Remember humans, X-point needs to be placed in the bank.

It's a little late, but I wonder what would have happened if JJ sincerely offered up a pray to any of the in setting gods that are still active and in the area? We could have ended up with some interesting buffs in this fight maybe? Could faith in and of itself offered protection? Glad we didn't waste the time to find out, but still, you gotta wonder right?

>>28055912
We will fight criminals using our fear, striking from the shadows. We are the night. We are: Fire Man!

>>28055936
We always dragon. We just have a breathe/vomiting weapon now.

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>>28055936
Carapace armor will look something like this?

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>>28055956
Nah, it's getting into Medium Scales.
Which will branch into full on wings.

>>28055976
>We just have a breathe/vomiting weapon now

Or maybe some kind of spitting power, since we're lizard-like.

Acid spit or maybe some tracking thing that leaves a trail which we can smell and/or see.

>>28055778
Why do I suddenly feel like we made the wrong choice?

>>28056013
Probably the wait for ramifications.

>>28056006
Would they? I think wings would pair with mobility so light scales would npbe the origin point. Medium would likely lead to the flightless thunder lizard path.

>>28056013
Its probably just an elaborate write up for the death of the monster right...right?

>>28056065

While I doubt we'd die, even if we do, there is a chance that we'd get brought back to life.

>>28056008

I hope when this is over, we wake up in SANCTUM SANCTORUM! And we get a type of point that is neither X nor Build.

Shit, magic might be the best thing to happen to our hobo family, if the alternate reality where Banner successfully banished the Hulk holds true, maybe Kevin can not either things with the help if the mystic arts.


Or it turns out we are one of those devil blooded mutants like Nigjtcrawler and Azaezel like in that terrible angelic demonic mutant arc.

>>28056083
I'm just worried he fucking possesses us and ruins everything for us and is a dick to our friends

>>28056083
I think the greater concern is for whether the demon will succeed in merging with our soul or some other spiritual shenanigan. That shit comes back to bite you unexpectedly at the worst possible times.

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>>28056008
inb4 this happens

>>28056101

If that happens we can play as the other guys or one of the other two builds we could have chosen at the start of the Quest.

>>28056101
>implying he hasn't already

>>28056101
Then perhaps we couyld embark on a quest for mystic knowledge and purity to the Tibet. Or meet Dr. Strange.

>>28056100
If we wake up there it's because Strange is doing surgery on our soul/spirit/metaphysical-self-thingy/whatever-you-wanna-call-it. Expect bad news.

>>28056116
That is one hell of an assumption.

>>28056157

We're dealing with a comic book world.

Assumptions are how everything works.

>>28056146
As if we'd get Doctor Strange.

We'd be lucky if we got Brother Voodoo

>>28056173
True, but the assumptions vary from author to author. That's the only fucking way Logan's goddamn variable as hell healing factor makes any fucking sense whatsoever!

I may be a little annoyed by the level of inconsistency on that particular point over the years...

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You feel like you’re vomiting. You’re vomiting into your own mouth. You’re vomiting yourself into yourself.

You stand over your prone, naked form. Your great claws and your sharp teeth and your beautiful wings are smeared with blood, your blood, you’re delving through yourself, cracking open your ribcage, pulling apart your lungs, drinking your red. You rip out your heart and hold it aloft, admiring its crystalline gleam, turning it over in your hands, stroking it, and you press it to your chest.

You so badly wish you had one of these.

You slam it against the nothingness that surrounds you. You slam it against your ribs and your tattered seams. You slam it against your walls. You have to get in there, you have to open it. You love it so. There are plenty of cracks, each one multiplying its beauty, each one a new channel for light and love – you just have to rip one open. You just have to get in.

Chips fly as you claw at it. It’s so fragile, but that makes it wonderful. Each tiny shard you flick away reveals more of its beauty, more of its inner radiance. You stare lovingly into the flickering, flashing glow. And it stares out at you, the light rising, the glow brightening, it’s not warm anymore, it’s hot, blistering, scorching.

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>>28056216
>vomiting yourself into yourself.

You scream and curse in words you have no idea of.

Through the cracks there comes no love or light, but a fire, fire reaping the sky, fire like the collapse at the end of time, fire sprawling, flicking, churning. The heat swallows you. You feel the M sear your flesh and the smoke clog your lungs, slowing you, choking you. You feel the hot inevitability of your sister’s blood – on your hands, in your hair, weighing down your wings. You can’t fly away, you can’t run, you can only burn.

You roar in hate and pain. You roar at your sister and your mother, you roar at the Morningstar for bringing you so low and at Creeper for ruining you, at your father for abandoning you, at yourself for failing all of them.

“Out!” You scream, you scream through the fire! “Out! Get out!”

You–

You open your eyes and rasp in the cold air. Your lungs feel full of dust – you cough and hack and spit, bracing yourself against the floorboards.

You feel like shit.

Your ears ring. The dark crowds you, but there’s something other than fire, finally. You unscrew your eyelids look up at the landing looming over you, at the stairs marching up to its side, at the great windows gleaming with snow-light.

Somebody’s screaming. As if from a great distance, you hear feet pattering over the floorboards up above, doors creaking loudly and voices searching through the dark. Annie is huddled against the stairwell. She’s looking at you. She’s the one screaming.

…Is this the real world?

>[action]

>>28056237
invisible and gtfo

>>28056237
check our back
also get read to fucking hoof it

>>28056237

Ask if she's okay, maybe?

After that turn invisible and leave.

Probably tell her that the demon is gone before we go.

>>28056237
Vanish, center youself, and take in the situation.

>>28056237
Run a mental diagnostic. Try to remember the last few days. What our opinions on things are. Try to remember why we have those opinions. Try to remember why we like people and how we know them. Make sure everything is in order.

Did we win, Crusty?

>>28056280
We probably have a demon riding shotgun in our heads now...

>>28056289
>We probably have a demon riding shotgun in our heads now...

Our dark passenger.

FEELS LIKE MY VEINS ARE FILLEDWITH NOTHING BUT GASOLINE AND WITH A SPARK ITS GOING TO BE THE BIGGEST FIRE THEYVE EVER SEEN

>>28056237
>"If the others wake up, or pass on, he's probably gone and you're probably safe. Sorry for the scare."

>Go invisible, wall crawl away from the incoming foot traffic, go check on the coma cases and then get the fuck out of there.

>no JJ, it's not ok. You trapped him in there with you, but you beat him bloody and weak first so we can deal with that later.

>>28056280
No. We survived.

Mostly.
For now.

>>28056237
Ask if she's okay

>>28056344
She's screaming and we appeared out of nowhere. Do not stop to comfort the little girl, just vanish so she can eventually start believing we were a gas induced hallucination.

>>28056237
>weighing down your wings
>You roar at your sister and your mother, you roar at the Morningstar for bringing you so low and at Creeper for ruining you,


Maybe we've fused together. That'd be cool.

>>28056409
>That'd be cool.

No it wouldn't.

>>28056409
nah its more like we ripped off his wings and fused them to our back
or we at him inside out or something
either way that scene was fucking metal

>>28056237
Well, on the upside I think we bound ourself to him permanently, meaning that if we die we might have a shot at taking him over. Oh, and that M is probably now our mark in hell, since we branded him with it and all.

>>28056409
so we absorbed him?

like we needed more power, we already some kinda potential super mutant

>>28056440
Ate him*

>>28056440
He still has his wings, but we branded him with our M, marking him first as ours and second as subordinate/weaker than us. Probably won't stick, but hell has one hell of a complicated legal system, so who knows.

Either way, we made an enemy today. Let's go home and get some fucking sleep.

>>28056490
...and I just realized that I'm implying the JJ just made himself a very, very minor and weak noble of Hell. Scratch that theory, no way we'd be that lucky.

>>28056529
man when we die its going to be awkward when we go to heaven and we have a summer home in hell

So do you guys think the fucker is stuck in our mind/body now or will he stalk us from time to time.

>>28056312
Light up the night!

>>28056542
I think I'd prefer a winter lodge myself, there's probably good skiing on the mountains of the frozen damned. Then again I hear the oceans of blood are quite lovely during the summer season, so you're plan certainly has merit.

>>28056273
This

>[X] Vanish.
>[X] Take stock.
>[X] Calm screaming girl.

Your head swims. Every time the girl achieves a new tenor it’s an iceberg breaking to the surface. God.

You pull yourself to your feet, leaning heavily against the nearby bannisters. There’s – you glance around frantically – there’s nothing, no sign of the battle. No sign of the demon, or you, or whatever, whatever it was.

“Hey.” You groan. Your mouth is ash and shit. “Hey, uh… alright, it’s, calm down.”

You breathe.

“Calm down. It’s okay now.”

“You!”

Oh, no it’s not. Shapes cluster atop the landing. The tall, aging woman that you presumed to be the owner stands at the top of the stares, glaring down at you with eyes of equal parts fear and indignant rage.

“You! I don’t know who you are, but you have until five seconds ago to get gone! I’m calling the police!”

You flick the vanish button in your head, but it’s like pushing a dead switch. You shove it down as hard you can, but the wiring’s fried, or something. Great.

“I mean it! Whatever kind of sick”–

She nearly jumps out of her skin – and so do you – when a sudden, loud bang shakes one of the doors upstairs. The door… the door that the two kids are behind. She freezes, her voice snared in her throat.

The door shakes again, harder this time. And again, every window in the house rattling along.

>[ ] Fuck.
>[ ] Get out. Just run.
>[ ] “Everybody out! Everybody needs to get out right now!”
>[ ] Write in.

>>28056558
Both. I think we kept a chunk of him, which is dangerous enough, and the rest wants it back. Yay for "double screw the hobo!"

>>28056237
So you could say we were...

Crawling in our skin?

>>28056621
>>[ ] Get out. Just run.
>>[ ] “Everybody out! Everybody needs to get out right now!”

gtfo gtfo pdq

>>28056621
Just get out invisible like

>>28056621
>[ ] “Everybody out! Everybody needs to get out right now!”
SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL
EVERYONE OUT

>>28056650
We can't. The bastard broke our superpowers.

>>28056621
>[x] Fuck.
>[x] Fuck.
>[X] FUCK.
>[x] “Everybody out! Everybody needs to get out right now!”
THEN BOLT THE FUCK AWAY

>>28056621
>Fuck
>"Get everyone out right now, starting with Ann."

Against my better judgement I'm considering sending JJ in, which will probably get him killed. Thoughts?

>>28056650
We broke our invisibility

>>28056673
You are out of your fucking mind. If this is what it looks like, it's WAY out of our range.

>>28056668
Then we just run.

>>28056698
Got'cha. Thanks.

>>28056673
Amending to gtfo of dodge!

NOOOPE.jpg
RUN YOU BASTARD!
Show us that the points on enhanced agility, physique and adhesive touch weren't for nothing.

Shit, do we need to help with the evacuation?

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>>28056621
>[ ] Get out. Just run.
>[ ] “Everybody out! Everybody needs to get out right now!”

When a lizard elf tells you to get the fuck out you ask how fast!

>>28056621
I saw this in a movie once, we should leave.

>>28056621

Make sure you leave last.

Roll Persuasion.

>DC15
>+1 modifier

Rolled 13 + 1

>>28056783
Too spookeh for me.

Rolled 7 + 1

>>28056783

>>28056621
Damn, have to head out before this gets resolved. Nice work so far Crusty, you brilliant bastard, catch you later.

And Anons, good luck.

Rolled 8 + 1

>>28056783
Didn't you idiots see Poltergeist?

Rolled 12 + 1

>>28056783
Dice

>>28056783
FUCK PERSUASION
BITCH CAN ROT FOR ALL I CARE
FUCK GET OUT OF THERE ALREADY

>>28056787
>>28056790
>>28056793

RIP IN PIECES ORPHANS

at least their parents won't be mad

>>28056787
"Well, I tried, goodbye angry lady."

>>28056813

Hey, we stopped the demon from taking over their bodies.

That's pretty damn good, especially we're a hobo who never went to high school.

How old is JJ anyway?

>>28056860
>How old is JJ anyway?

18

Rolled 16 + 1

>>28056858
>Hey, we stopped the demon from taking over their bodies.
Thats what you think anon.
>>28056860
18 or 19.

>>28056876

She's okay, isn't she?

She's fine. Probably just pulled the demon into the physical world like Freddy Kruger or the Dream Reamer.

>>28056871
>>28056876
There goes my image of an old, grizzled hobo. We should really clean him up and make him un-hobo.

Rolled 16 + 1

>>28056892
Well he either has a piece of himself stuck in us or we just partially pulled him into our world and he is looking for a host to stay in it.

>>28056923
That's the whole goal of this quest.

>>28056932
or the kids' souls returning makes quite a racket

Rolled 16 + 1

>>28056923
We took a shower like a week ago.

>>28056949
I remember that, it was a big deal at the time.

>>28056964
Crusty tried to temp us with a swear jar

thank goodness we're whores for Karma

>>28056976
>thank goodness we're whores for Karma

JJ's a good boy.

>(1/2)
>[X] “Everybody out!"
>>28056787
>14
>fail

“Get out! Everybody out now!”

THUMP. The whole building shakes. Jesus Christ.

“Now! Get the”–

“Now, now listen here, you’ve no right to”–

THUMP. The foundations shift. You’re sure of it.

“Get! The! Fuck! Out!” You scream, practically begging them.

But they’re transfixed. The kids have cleared the way, some of them running down the stairs, some of them just hovering all over the landing, but nobody’s listening. Lordy fucking Christ Vishnu Marduk Motherfuckers! Have none of these shitty shit shits seen Poltergeist?

The lady takes a tentative step towards the door.

“Alex?” She says, her voice tinged with a doubtful hope. “Claire? Is that”–

The door flies from its hinges, a torrent of fire licking in its wake. It soars across the landing and pitches her straight off her feet. It slams her into the wall, all but bursting her open. There is a moment of unbelieving silence as the children realize that their – dunno, matron mother or something – is now a lifeless paste of gristle and blood sandwiched between two planes of wood, and then chaos takes over the proceedings.

>(2/2)

They scream. They run towards the exits. They just run wherever. What’s left of the staff – there’s still one up there, the one that was with the kids earlier – tries to shepherd them as best she can, but they’re a mess of stamping legs and flailing arms.

“JJ…” Your skull shakes. You feel a metallic, crimson wetness roll down over your lips. “You’ve driven me to this, Jonathan.”

It’s coming from up there. That room. It’s your voice – your voice, if you were an angel, if you were a god. It makes your eyes shake in your head and the children scream in pain.

Little Alexander and littler Claire float out, their hands enjoined in a white-knuckled tryst, their pyjamas trailing tongues of fire. Their eyes are immense, black pits, and betwixt their head hangs a diadem of shrieking, searing nothingness.

“You’ve driven me to this…”

>[ ] Hoof it now.
>[ ] Help the kids escape.
>[ ] Buy the kids some time somehow? Oh God.
>[ ] Write in.

>>28057087
aww shit

>>28057116
"You know? For some reason, I don't think you DESERVE their bodies."

Rolled 5 + 1

>>28057116
Throw something at the nothingness betwixt their heads and hoof it.

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>>28057116
>[x] Hoof it now.
HOOF IT LIKE IT WAS 5 SECONDS AGO