>>30082748
>[x] Just let her go.

our actions against Creeper will speak louder than anything we say here.

>>30082748
"It's too late to back down. All I can do now is see it through."

WOO!
>>30082748
>[X] “…I’m not a weirdo."
>[X] "Unless being a rational non-human being with empathy is weird now."
>[X] Ask her how long she can keep this up.

>>30082748
>[ ] Ask her how long she can keep this up.

Things are going to start happening that shes not going to want to be there for. Us, we'll be fine, but we'd rather she didnt get hurt, if just for old times. But if she just keeps going along with him, We cant help her.

>[ ] “…I’m not a weirdo.”
>write in

Im trying to fix my life.

>>30082748
>>30082812
and this
>>[ ] “…I’m not a weirdo.”

>>30082748
>[ ] Just let her go.
>[ ] “…I’m not a weirdo.”

>>30082748
>>[X] “…I’m not a weirdo."
>>[X] "Unless being a rational non-human being with empathy is weird now."
>>[X] Ask her how long she can keep this up.

[ ] Just let her go.

Also go to department store, and get some basic tug life equipment. Couple of kitchen knifes, and some fabric for sheathes/slingshot. Maybe metal cup, if you see one.
We need to weapon up, if we gonna tray to fight people like her. The hell were JJ thinking going unarmed in there.
(refer to previous tread for reasoning)

>[x] Just let her go.

If she still works for Creeper, I wonder if she can tell us the current level of PANIC he's currently undergoing.
I mean, is he just laughing at the fact that a little lizard that can hardly turn invisible is coming after him, or is he shitting bricks?

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Oh goodie, it's JJ's Bizarre adventure!

>>30082904
Dude we have 60 dollars to our name and kids to feed.

>>30082904
I say we should get some metal wire with a weight at the end at some point so we can use the tazer hands at range.

>>30082904
We're a little short on cash, dude. Lets cut back the spending until we come into some money.

>>30082904
We've got claws, where do we need knives? I mean unless we're going to throw them, but kitchen knives make really shitty projectiles.

>>30082904
JJ can lift a literal ton, has taser hands, claws, fangs, invisibility, super human senses and our BFF is a super assassin ninja.

>>30082955
Shank a drug dealer, get money. Besides we are no good to feed them if we are dead/wounded.
Also will prevent retards from spending X points on claws and other <10dolar worth abilities, we will use like once in quest. later on.
We can check out scrap pile, or steal from caffe or some shit.

At least get a slingshot. We can afford to get or find a piece of cloth/leather and some string. Hell go to junkyard and pick up led pipe.
Claws are good, but they don't offer you a knockout ability.
Also get some chalk or some shit in a jar, for blinding powder. Prepare to get your ass beaten, before the beating, not after it, as we been doing so far.

>>30082748
>>[ ] “…I’m not a weirdo.”
>>[ ] Ask her how long she can keep this up.

>>30082904
We have no need for weapons that will break easily.
>>30082748
So crusty when can we get the new Powers pastebin?

>>30083000
Also you stab a bitch with acid blood with your claws. Don't you wish you did it with a shank now?
Also you can probably replace knife with any sharp piece of metal with handle.

>>30082929
She just told us last thread that we cornered him and to get the fuck out of town.

>>30083099
healing level 2.

>>30082748
>Ask how long she can keep this us
>(Write in) Start talking about a ship full of shipping containers of mutants, left to sit and die in there own filth. The Creeper's going to turn on her eventually, it's who he's become. The question she should ask herself is whether she wants to have a friend at her back when her number comes up, or of she really wants to keep living in fear with no one to trust.

>>30082748
>>[ ] Ask her how long she can keep this up.

>[X] “…I’m not a weirdo.”
>[X] Ask her how long she can keep this up.

“…I’m not a weirdo.” You murmur, immediately aware of how much it sounds like air escaping from a deflated balloon.

Well, you’re not. You just have claws and sorta glowy eyes and scales in uncomfortable places, and can go invisible, and stuff. That’s not weird. You shift uncomfortably and take a few steps after her. Briefly, you consider grabbing her wrist, but decide against it. Too weird.

“Look…” You sigh quietly, picking your brain for the right words. “How long can you keep this up? We couldn’t do this shit forever. It just… it just won’t fucking work.”

She turns on her heel, her expression swept clean of everything but a deep scowl.

“Oh?” You feel the blades sharpening. “And I suppose you have your future all mapped out, right?”

Ouch.

“How long can I keep this up? How fucking long can you keep this shit up!?” She gestures to your torn, shabby coat and your stained hoodie. “Where the hell are you going? Because it sure as fuck looks a lot like nowhere!”

Familiar, rusty knives slip through the soft tissues of your being. Yes, you remember this feeling. You haven’t had an argument quite like this in a long while. You’ve screamed at folks and fought over embarrassingly small sums of cash, but this is a personal thing. You realize you almost missed this.

She breaths out slowly, a little raggedly.

“You can never, ever just not throw yourself off a bridge, can you?”

>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”
>[ ] “…This was a mistake. Sorry. I’ll see you around.”
>[ ] Oh, it’s on. It’s so on. Let’s get the sniper rifle out and get personal.
>[ ] Write in.

bring up that were kids in those crates. and they were from across the country.

>>30083171
>[x] “Someone has to do the right thing.”
>[x] “…This was a mistake. Sorry. I’ll see you around.”

>>30083171
>>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”

>>30083171
"Not when I can take Creeper down with me."

>>30083171
>Someone has to do the right thing
>Write in
At first it was just looking out for myself, then surviving. Then it became about looking after my friends. Now I realize it's about doing what I can for everyone. This is the only way.

>>30083088
Then get something that doesn't break easily. Claws are backup weapon. There are many powers, we don't want to touch with our hands.

If weapon breaks we use claws. If you are worried about price, get it from trash bin or something.

I think slingshot(strong one), or sling is reasonable weapon to get. We need long distance knockout ability.
Also sling lets us deliver molotovs/abrasive dust/exc from distance quietly. Why sneak up to someone, when you can trow a brick from across the street at him, and knock him out? Much easier to hide, run, if you are further away. If we find some thrown out rags/tablecloth/hell even animal carcass(if we can skin it) we can make a sling for free.

>>30083171
>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”
>[ ] “…This was a mistake. Sorry. I’ll see you around.”

>>30083171
>>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”

>>30083171
>>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”

>>30083171
>>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”
>write
Did you see wha he had on those ships?

>>30083171
>Write in
"Did the Creeper tell you what set me off? Because if so I really didn't take you to be a willing party to mutant trafficking."

>>30083171
>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>[ ] “Someone has to do the right thing.”

Seriously though, JJ CHOSE to be homeless rather then be a criminal, or a monster. I mean, he could easily make it as a thief, walk in and take anything he wants, but he doesnt. no illusions about his life not sucking.
If she still wants to go, let her go. We gave her a shot.

>>30083255
JJ can lift a literal ton, I think his throwing arm is good enough to cover a sling which he most likely doesn't know how to use

>>30083171
>>[x] “Someone has to do the right thing.”
Also what does this choice below imply?
>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”

>>30083171
>>[ ] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>>[ ] “…This was a mistake. Sorry. I’ll see you around.”

>>30083326
She's a drug mule and is helping Creeper so by proxy we're blaming the bad things that he does on her

>>30083210
>>30083252
>>30083258
>>30083270
>>30083276
>>30083318

Persuade Check.
>DC13
>+2 modifier

Rolled 6 + 2

>>30083353

Rolled 19 + 2

>>30083353
This gonna be good

Rolled 16 + 2

>>30083353

Rolled 12 + 2

>>30083353
Crack bitch rolling through.

>>30083372
BLACKJACK! 21! What do we win?

>>30083372
Friendship get?

Rolled 9 + 2

>>30083353

>>30083393
another groupie

>>30083372
>>30083375
We... didn't crackbitch?

>>30083393
A new ally and information.(you fuckers wanted to leaver to.)

>>30083397
I fucking hope not, seriously.

>>30083393
hopefully a mole in Creeper organization

>>30083399
We didn't crackbitch yet you mean. Just wait until she asks us about Laura, the spaghetti will flow

>>30083418
Reasons why?

>>30083436
Another mouth to feed. Sexual tension and drama.

>>30083432
how bad would it be to get a nat 1 there?
Possible cat fight?
Laura can get yandere pretty fast.

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>>30083372
Huh... I was certain this was going to fail.

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>>30083454

>>30083456
Why would you wish that on me?

>>30083372
>21
>great success

>[X] “I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”
>[X] “Someone has to do the right thing.”

You… you feel your finger waggling accusingly, your brain unpacking all those little red boxes full of private and baleful memories, all the small and devastating things, all the giants and the biting worms. All those things you get to know about a person in time, the things you just don’t shut up about and bear with for the most part. It takes all your willpower to drag those boxes back into the dark and avoid turning this into a sniping match.

“I may be going nowhere, but at least I’m not dragging anyone down with me.”

She looks confused for a moment. You think you might, too. That was uncharacteristically direct of you. And no stutters, too.

“Someone has to do the right thing, Victoria.” You feel your voice rising. It’s… unfamiliar. “At first, I was just looking out for myself. Then for my friends. Then… then it just became about being alright. About not making shit worse for a change!”

You’re shouting now. Some part of you notices that Laura has stepped back a little, but you refuse to back down now.

“Human fucking trafficking, Victoria!?” You spit it out. Like something cancerous. “You want to be a part of that!?”

Her eyes narrow and she cuts in.

“I’m not. I just deliver. I don’t even work for Creeper exclusively anymore.” Why isn’t she shouting back? That’s what you expected. “I’m freelance now.”

The arms folded defensively across her chest unwind. She sighs.

“Look, just… just stay there for a second…” She rummages through her pockets, eventually producing a pen.

“Give me your arm.”

>[ ] “…You won’t bite it off, will you?”
>[ ] “…Sure.”
>[ ] Nope.jpg, you haven’t finished being sincere and angry.
>[ ] Write in.

>>30083635
>[ ] “…You won’t bite it off, will you?”

>>30083635
>>[ ] “…Sure.”
Worse case we can heal but she's gonna give us an address or a number to call I think

>>30083635
>>[ ] “…Sure.”
If she, like, burns it off, then Laura will avenge us.

>>30083635
>>[ ] “…Sure.”

>>30083635
>[ ] “…Sure.”
She's obviously just going to write her phone number on our arm.

>>30083635
>>[ ] “…Sure.”

>>30083635
>>[x] “…Sure.”

be nice.

>>30083635
>[ ] “…Sure.”
inb4 she injects some weirdass drug that kicks JJ's mutant senses to overdrive.

>[X] “…Sure.”

“…Sure.”

You guess. She’s not gonna cut it off, right? Or vomit on it? She could never control the whole flamin’ puke thing before, but things change. You certainly have.

You hold your arm up, flinching a little as she pushes up your sleeve. In the corner of your eye, Laura teeters in curiously. You stand in awkward, close silence as she slowly drags the pen along your arm, scrawling out a short sentence.

Stepping back, she slides away her pen and breathes out, her shoulders falling a little.

“It’s an address.” She states. “I don’t know everything anymore, but I know you didn’t mention it in your little exposé. Dunno who’s running it or what it even does, but Creeper’s worked pretty hard to keep it a secret.”

She pauses, and lets her eyelids slowly fall, flexing her fingers as if letting something drain from them. Without warning, her arms coil around you, and you realize about a second later that she’s gone in for a hug. For a moment her scent overwhelms you, cinders and apples, dark coffee rolling over warm veins, and you almost don’t realize you’re squeezing her back.

It doesn’t last long. She disentangles, her eyes wandering far from yours, and stows her hands away in her pockets.

“It was nice seeing you again.”

She turns around again, making for the other end of the street, and this time you get the impression that nothing you say could break her stride.

Huh. You think this is what closure feels like.

>[ ] Just sit there a bit, talk to Laura or something [insert].
>[ ] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.
>[ ] Go get food.
>[ ] Go get some manner of supplies [insert].
>[ ] Write in.

>>30083950
I'm inclined to go get cheap food.

>>30083950
>>[ ] talk to Laura
>>[ ] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.

we said we would explain. walk and talk with her

>>30083950
>[X] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.
>[X] Write in.
Explain the context behind what just happened to Laura. Y'know, she's our ex girlfriend, shit went bad when we ditched Creeper. Bad break. That sorta thing.

>>30083950
Make our way to Queen's plaza. Get some food on the way. talk to Laura about our past with Victoria

>>30083950
>>[ ] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.
Told you guys hat this wasn't a mistake.

>>30083950
>>[ ] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.
Talk to Laura on the way if she wished to.
Also memorize that address

>>30083950
So I think we got where Creeper is hiding out.
We should totally raid it soon.
>Go get food, we don't wanna be hungry for our Pete meeting.

>>30083950
>>[ ] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.
Give Laura the story on Victoria.
Try not to crackbitch on social skills.

>>30084007
This

This is good, this is very good.
We might want to bring the heavy hitters along to this one.

>>30083950
Supporting this:
>>30084007
Also, type the address into phone as a text draft so we have it backed up.

>[X] Talk to Laura
>[X] Go make your way to Queens Plaza.

You stand there in the cold for a moment, just trying to understand things. Eventually you notice the dark strands encroaching along the sky, and realize you’ve got to get going soon. You stretch, feeling a little like you have to let some tension out, and glance down at Laura.

“Sorry about that.”

She replies with a questioning stare, and you resolve to spill while you walk.

“I mean, sorry if we made you…” Feel like a third wheel? Somehow, you don’t see Laura as a wheel, exactly. “…uncomfortable. We used to date, and I guess we broke up when I left Creeper.”

You check a few of the nearby streets, getting your bearings back, and make your way in what you assume to be the right direction. As you make your way along the rows of squat, dishevelled little houses and blasted lawns that populate most of Queens, Laura speaks up.

“…I thought there was nothing for you with Creeper.” She stares straight ahead. “You made it sound like that.”

You grimace a little. “I guess… I made it sound like that to myself, too. I just wanted to get away.”

“I see.”

Navigation Check
>DC13
>+3 modifier for Senses

Rolled 12

>>30084244

Rolled 6 + 3

>>30084244

Rolled 19

>>30084244
>>30084251
Wrenloft wins!

Rolled 7 + 3

>>30084244

>>30084276
You win.

>>30084244
I wonder if Laura has noticed Peter is Spider-man yet?
Her nose is better then JJ's right?

>>30084324
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7hGB5OVGjk

I can't remember how far off Christmas is in game? Have we passed it yet?

We should tell Laura we're going to meet up with Parker. Also, keep talking to her get her input on what are plans should be.

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We made up with our Ex!
We're bringing Mutie justice to the streets!

hold your chin up for once JJ!

>>30084276
>where's the JJ I know?
>where's my crackbitch?

You sort of know where you are.

It doesn’t take you long to get out of the residential stretch. Slowly, the buildings lengthen, grassy porches receding into well-trodden streets, houses becoming apartments, old brick becoming modern glass. The walk is long, and gives you a chance to process. You glance at the address on your arm and, not recognizing it, type it into your phone. You don’t want this break ruined on the off chance that you find yourself sweating profusely.

Eventually you see the mouth of the station rearing up, your relief immediately chastised by the sight of men in yellow Mutant Control armbands idling nearby. You almost sneer, and find yourself checking for your shades. Okay, on. And your coat is big and puffy, so no collar scales out in the open.

You’re just a normal hobo. Just an average, homeless, guy.

You check the time.

>17:55 PM

>[ ] Wait by the entrance.
>[ ] Wait by the road.
>[ ] Wait just close enough to overhear the MC guys.
>[ ] Write in.

>>30084518
in b4 mutant chin that people see.

>>30084533
>[x] Wait just close enough to overhear the MC guys.
delicious plot.
We're INVISIBLE, after all. We'll make the stealth dc easily.

>>30084533
>[ ] Wait just close enough to overhear the MC guys.
SUPERHEARING ACTIVATE!

>>30084533
>[x] Wait by the entrance.

lets not tempt fate, no need to botch a stealth check here

>>30084575
Do we even NEED to go invisible? I mean the elven ears aren't just for show.

>>30084533
>>[ ] Wait just close enough to overhear the MC guys.
Invisibility+senses.

>>30084533
>>[ ] Wait just close enough to overhear the MC guys.
...with our senses, 'just close enough to overhear' is a looong way away.

>>30084575
>>30084586
>>30084641
>>30084651

Social Stealth check.
>DC12
>+1 modifier

Rolled 16

>>30084715
welcome back crackbitch JJ

>>30084533
>[ ] Wait just close enough to overhear the MC guys.

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>>30084733

Rolled 1 + 1

>>30084715

>>30084533

Laura still with us?

Rolled 15 + 1

>>30084715
hope for crit

Rolled 9 + 1

>>30084733
>>30084715
Wiggiy wiggiy wah, throw my dice on the
...
floor

>>30084767
I fucking knew it.

>>30084767
ah there you are.

>>30084767
...There's the crack bitch we know and hate.

Rolled 19 + 1

>>30084715
Roll nat 1

>>30084767
it will be okay

we have 4 karma

this are MRD goons, karma roll

Karma point?

Rolled 17 + 1

>>30084715

>>30084798
>>30084796
>>30084793
>>30084818
The funny thing was i was against rolling until i noticed people stopped rolling so i said fuck it.
Also karma point time.

>>30084767
HA HA.

Karma Y/N?

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America such great country, surely no ID is required?

>>30084861
Y

>>30084861
Y

Y

>>30084861
y

>>30084861
Y

>>30084861
No, let's just go invisible and walk around them

>>30084861
M

Rolled 17 + 1

>>30084861
Y

>>30084861
Y
Can't have this fuck up our meeting with Pete

>>30084876
>>30084879
>>30084880
>>30084892
>>30084896
>>30084907
>>30084914
Okay, reroll that shit.

Rolled 3

>>30084930

>>30084914
What are we meeting him for?

Rolled 4

>>30084930

Rolled 1

>>30084930
DICE DON'T FAIL ME NOW!

Rolled 3

>>30084930
JJ you bitch

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>>30084944
In a way, feeling this kind of rage is cathartic.

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>>30084944
>>30084943
>>30084936

Rolled 4 + 1

>>30084936
Mudder fucker.

>>30084936
>>30084943
>>30084944
There is the JJ we all know and love.

>>30084907
Wasted such a good roll to.

Rolled 7, 4, 2, 13, 4, 4, 19, 14, 11, 2 = 80

This is why you don't roll the dice until you're told.
You ALWAYS waste the good rolls.

See the rolls that I waste.

Rolled 10, 17, 14, 11, 7 = 59

>>30085002
Yoinkerz

Rolled 20, 5, 4, 1, 7, 2, 15, 3, 18, 8 = 83

>>30085002
That was below average.

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>>30084943
>>30084944
>>30084953
This should be fun.

Getting a tea quickly.

>>30085002
Wow, that's a lot of crackbitch rolls.

>>30084944
once more karma point

do not taunt the dice

do not even invoke their name

>>30084944
You asked for the crackbitch and the dice gods listened

>>30085031
If you spend a karma point and still fail, that's just it. You can't reroll again.

Rolled 15

>>30085036
TREMBLE, MORTALS.

>>30085043
>>30085031
nats 1s still don't count.

>>30085075
Correct.

You just failed, rather than critfailing.

And yes, no rapid-firing Karma all over one roll. This ain't Hordes, you can't force JJ.

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You guys had to tempt fate didn't you?

crack bitch doesn't go away. You don't fight it off.

it just decides not to show up sometimes.

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M-Maybe we just don't hear what they say...

By the way, is the karma point roll best out of 3 first rolls or just the 1st roll?

>>30085410
best of first 3, nat 1's don't count in karma roll.

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>>30085195
Oh. Oh wouldn't that be nice?

>(1/2)
>>30084943
>>30084944
>>30084953
>fail
>fail
>fail

Almost automatically, you drop your arm over Laura’s shoulder and nod toward the cluster of Mutant Control officers.

“I know.” She comments, quietly, as you steer the both of you toward the side of the road, just close enough to overhear whatever they’re talking about. You want to know how long they’ve been there, how long they’re going to be there, and what they’re doing. You can’t help but be quietly suspicious of running into such a large clump of these tools so soon after your article hit the streets.

The wretched, vengeful little angel of your darker nature tells you that whoever runs Control wouldn’t like the idea of a sympathetic mutant story. But that’s just you being you, right? JJ, paranoid survivor. That’s just you.

You listen, filtering out the roar of the streets.

>(2/2)

“…skyrocketing. I tell you, it won’t be long before someone rethinks the border-only policy on Sentinels.”

“Bull.” One of them chuckles. You smell cheap coffee and cigarettes on his breath. “That’s insane. Mutants need to be kept registered, but nobody’s letting Trask bring giant walking weapons into our cities. People won’t stand for it.”

You hear a low murmur of agreement pass among most of them. Five. Five guys.

“Look, all I’m saying is, if that happens we’re obsolete. Could pay to keep on the lookout for a new gig.” The voice pauses, and chuckles quietly. “Or, I guess, you could get slashed up by some random mutie, catch that sweet severance packa”–

He stops, and you feel a strange half-utterance bubble in his throat. You chance a sidelong glance in their direction, and he’s staring at you, muttering to one of the others. His finger hovers demonstratively near his ear for a second.

Shit. Shitshitshitshitshi–

“Hey!” You crane your neck around, towards Peter approaching through the crowd. He’s waving, his schoolbag slumped over his shoulder. There’s some blonde girl with him.

Shit.

>[ ] Try to indicate Peter away.
>[ ] Try to join Peter and leave surreptitiously.
>[ ] Invisible.
>[ ] Just… pretend nothing’s wrong.

>>30085582
>>[ ] Try to indicate Peter away.

>>30085582
>[x] Try to indicate Peter away.

we are not dragging him down with us

>>30085582
>[ ] Invisible.
If we indicate peter to go away, they'll think he's with us.

>>30085582
>Try to join Peter and leave.

>>30085582
>>[ ] Try to join Peter and leave like nothings wrong.

>>30085582
>>[ ] Try to indicate Peter away.
Meanwhile, surreptitiously text him.
And Captcha displays yet more signs of sentience - peteymuti island

>>30085619
You do realize this will have the exact opposite effect?

>>30085636
Good point,
>>30085582
>[ ] Invisible.

>>30085582
>>[ ] Invisible.

>>30085606
>>30085619
>>30085681

ANOTHER Social Stealth check.
>DC12
>+1 modifier

Rolled 8

>>30085770

Rolled 7 + 2

>>30085770
Dice gods a shit.

Rolled 1 + 1

>>30085770

>>30085582
How badly are we made? Did he see us eavesdropping, or does he know we're mutie scum?

Rolled 7 + 1

>>30085770

Rolled 16 + 1

>>30085770
here goes nothing

>>30085798
...

>>30085798
dear lord....

karma

Rolled 1 + 2

>>30085770

Rolled 18

>>30085770

>>30085798
the crack bitch is out in force tonight.

>>30085798

welp.
Karma point i suppose.

>>30085798
Sooo, how much karma do we have left?

>>30085770
Karma

>>30085850
3 karma

>>30085798
Okay.

I feel bad now. Partly because >>30085763
happened exactly as I posted the roll.

>captcha: Julian savers

No, captcha, Julian will not save JJ.

>>30085798
...well played, dice gods.
Karma point.

>>30085797
>>30085817
Where are the +2s coming from?

>>30085850
3. We spend one here, 2.

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>>30085798

Karma Y/N?

>>30085912
Y

>>30085912
Y

>>30085912
no, we're just going to roll another 1 at this point. Just have us turn invisible

>>30085912
Y

>>30085912
N

Fuck peter.

>>30085912
Y

>>30085912
y

>>30085924
>>30085931
>>30085935
>>30085949
>>30085950
Reroll that shit.

>>30085932
1's mean nothing on a Karma roll.

Rolled 15

>>30085968
Fuck the dice gods.

Rolled 20 + 1

>>30085968

Rolled 11

>>30085968

Rolled 18

>>30085968

>>30085968

>>30085979
FUCK YES.

>>30085979
fuck yeah.

If we're made "I don't want any trouble, officer. Just a bum...but, if you'll fudge my description into something outlandish and wreathed in slime and blades while letting me go on my innocuous way I'd be willing to help your friend with his severance package"

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>>30085979
I feel so good about myself right now

from pure random chance

>>30085912
Y

I'd like to roll to see if we cry and if so how hard.

>>30085979
...you beautiful anon. Fix myour fuckup!

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I went ahead and archived this by the way.

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>>30085979
It's gonna be one of those days.

>>30085979
Turned to our buddy Laura, & said, okay. Played the first thing that came to our heads, just so happened to be, the best "gtfo, I've been made" gesture in the world. The best gesture in the world, look into my eyes and it's easy to see 1 and 1 makes 2 2 and one make 3. It was destiny. Needless to say, Pete was stunned. Off to the side he went, his safety won. The Mardies said "be you mutants" and we each said, "We are homeless!" Ahhhhhhh ahhh a-ah-a-ah

>>30086108
That was a beautiful story, Anon. Thank you for sharing its majesty with us.

>>30086108
I'm not exactly sure which one is Jack Black and which one is Kyle Gass.

>>30085979
>BANG
>THAT WHICH DOESN'T KILL JJ
>ONLY MAKES JJ STRONGER

>[X] Try to indicate Peter away.

You fix your eyes on Peter and shake your head as surreptitiously as you can, flicking your gaze from him to the gaggle of Control officers currently appraising your viability as a mutant felon. He frowns for a moment and stops in his tracks, glancing in their direction. You think you see a short-lived scowl spread across his face, and he turns to his companion, quietly ushering her away, back into the tide of commuters.

Well… at least you’re not dragging him out into the open with you.

You turn away to see one of the officers – tall, clean shaven guy, breath smells of gum – approaching. His fellows flank him a little further back

“Excuse me…” He gets a closer look at your tattered silhouette. “…sir. Would you mind removing your glasses, please?”

>[ ] “…Why?”
>[ ] “Don’t you need a warrant for this sort of thing?”
>[ ] Throw him at his friends.
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”
>[ ] “…Look, I’m not hurting anyone, and you don’t want to bother with this. It won’t end well.”
>[ ] Write in.

>>30086309
JJ isn't cool enough to be Jables

>>30086337
>[X] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>>30086337
>[ ] “…Why?”
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>>30086041
Thanks, anon.

You're a cool guy.

>>30086337
>>[x] “…Why?”
>>[x] “Don’t you need a warrant for this sort of thing?”

just say we're waiting to pick up a friend

>>30086337
>[ ] “…Why?”
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>>30086337
>>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”
Crazy Hobo might actually help here

>>30086337
Why did you include the DOOM option Crusty, now all the idiots will vote for it.

>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>>30086337
>[ ] “…Why?”
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>inb4 he freaks out and thinks we're actually DR DOOOOOM!

>>30086337
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>>30086337
>>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”
>>30086377
this is marvel they don't need warrants for shit.

>>30086337
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

But really: >[ ] “…Why?”

>>30086337
>>[ ] “…Look, I’m not hurting anyone, and you don’t want to bother with this. It won’t end well.”

>>30086337
>“One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

>>30086337
...why?
One does not ask such things of DOCTOR DOOM.

>>30086337
>>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”
Unfortunately, I don't think accessories are covered under the Bill of Rights.

>>30086337
>[ ] “…Why?”
>[ ] “Don’t you need a warrant for this sort of thing?”

Yeah, fuck that, if somethings going to go down, it's going to be because they overstepped, not because we started something.

>>30086337
>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”
We're just a crazy homeless guy. Offer him a drink from the invisible bottle in our hand that we just realised we left at home.

Operation crazed, smelly hobo is a go.

>>30086337
>>[ ] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”
>>[ ] “But really, …Why?”

>>30086414
its a miracle they aren't tasering the fuck out of us right now.

maybe we can bluff and say they're contacts, we got them to piss off of our parents.

>>30086460
i'm going for the crazy hobo play my self.

>>30086444
And we were just in the Hudson two or three days ago, we should be ripe. Also, the sewers. Try as we might we cannot forget the sewers.

If he's going to be grab us, we totally need to FOOTDIVE him and shout "FAILURE IS BENEATH DOOM!" and then disappear.

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Don't worry officer. We're not mutie hobos we're singing hobos!

>[X] “One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

You feel Laura’s hand creep its way behind your back. Under the dull roar of the street, you barely hear the SNIKT of cool, bright metal pushing through her skin.

You look straight at him, shades to eye, and you just can’t resist.

“One does not ask such things of DOOM.”

He blinks. The edge of his mouth quivers and you feel his chest shake quietly, a low murmur of a laugh straining to stay bottled up in his lungs. One of his friends lets out a low, guttural snicker, grimacing bemusedly.

“Damn, we’ve got a tense diplomatic situation here. Better call the Avengers.”

The guy closest glances back at him, grinning very faintly, and turns back to you.

“Really, sir, I insist.” He puts his hands on his hips. You supposed that’s supposed to be authorities. “It’s probably nothing.”

>[ ] “No.”
>[ ] Intimidate.
>[ ] Bribe.
>[ ] Violence.
>[ ] Run.
>[ ] Write in.

>>30086653
>>[ ] Write in.
"I'd rather not. I just had my eyes dilated."

>>30086653
>authorities

Fuck the universe.

>authoritative

>>30086671
Seconded

>>30086671
I'm pretty sure we don't look like we have the money for that sort of thing.

>>30086653
Play up the crazy hobo angle.

>>30086653
[]Write in- "Neat contacts, eh?"

>>30086653
>[ ] Intimidate.
But keep up the DOOM thing. Make them believe we believe it.

>>30086653
>>[x] Write in.

"I'm supposed to pick up a friend here and work today really kicked my ass. I know you're just doing your job but do we really have to do this random check BS?"

>>30086671
Wow, a legitimate excuse. Go with this.

>>30086671
At this point, it's as good an excuse as any

>>30086703
Then when they react we vanish with Laura

>>30086671
I'll second this.

>>30086653
>>[ ] “No.”
Say it in the manner of a petulant child. Half-drunken stage whisper to Laura
"I think this guy wants to steal my shades!"

>>30086671
They're gonna call us on this, mainly because we look like a hobo

>>30086671
This, and act damn you.

>>30086733
lasik eye surgery is another good excuse.

>>30086770
If we wanna act like a crazy hobo they may very well detain us. Or try to anyway

>>30086671
>>30086690
>>30086727
>>30086733
>>30086764
>>30086772

Persuade Check
>DC18
>+1 ability modifier

>>30086671
>>>[ ] Write in.
>"I'd rather not. I just had my eyes dilated."

Rolled 17

>>30086805

Rolled 9 + 1

>>30086805
This is the end...

Rolled 17

>>30086805
not gonna pass, but whatever.

Rolled 7 + 1

>>30086805

>>30086812
Thank you Wrenloft

Rolled 14 + 1

>>30086805

>>30086705
this is probably our only way out

just keep up pretending to be DOOM and they'll think we're some crazy and leave us alone

>>30086812
Fuck yeah.
>>30086820
Yes it does nigga.

Rolled 15 + 1

>>30086805
Come-on!

Rolled 7 + 1

>>30086805

>>30086812
>>30086820
How the fuck did that work?

>>30086812
>>30086821
huh, even I didn't think that was going to work

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>>30086812
>>30086820
W...WE DID IT!

>>30086805
THANK YOU DOOM!
Truly you are the hero this planet needs.

>>30086812
>>30086820

Hot damn! we made it!

>>30086829
Or if we pull off a good roll, that could do it.

Let's get to our meeting already. Come on let's move it!

Rolled 15 + 1

>>30086842
Some weeks from now, on a trip to the UN, Doom publicly demands the head of the crazed homeless man who continually claims to be DOCTOR DOOM! For such sullying of his nomenclature is an afront to the self made sovereign of Latveria!

>>30086812
>>30086820
FAILURE IS BENEATH DOOM!

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>>30086894

Rolled 4 + 1

>>30086339
And Laura does have darker hair.

>>30086983
Can't you see he's the bum, let me hear you applaud.
He is more than a bum, he's a shiny lizard god.
Doesn't seem like something Laura would sing though.

>>30087056
I can't see her singing that next part in falsetto either.

>>30086812
>18
>slim success

>[X] Write in.

What can you say? What can you say? You think you feel Laura tensing to pounce. You can hear her heart dragging blood faster and faster though her veins, like a chain reaction slowly blooming, one explosion to the next…

“I’d rather not.” You lick your lips. Doesn’t help. “I just got my eyes dilated.”

He chortles a little, and rolls his eyes. A long sigh rattles through him.

“Okay… whatever, sure.” He turns away.

He knows. You can tell. He just doesn’t care. You’re not dangerous or interesting enough to be worth the trouble. No claws out, no eye lasers, no suddenly turning into tentacles and screeching about Magneto. You're too normal. Holy shit, he’s just walking away.

SNIKT. The blades slide away behind you. You feel your heart winding down, a fleck or two of moisture returning to your tongue.

Fuck, that was… close as shit.

Your hands still shaking a little, you fish out your phone, quickly noticing that there’s a message waiting from Peter.

“U okay?”

>[ ] “I’m just gonna head off for now.”
>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”
>[ ] Write in.

>>30087090
>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

>>30087090
>>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

>>30087090
>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

>>30087090
>>[x] “Yeah, where are you?”

meet at the exit

>>30087090
>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

>>30087090
>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

>>30087090
>>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

>>30087090
>>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”

Rolled 6 + 1

>>30087090
>yeah, where are you?

>>30086653
>>30086671
This

>>30087090
>>[ ] Write in.
"Failure is beneath DOOM"

>>30087090
>>[ ] “Yeah, where are you?”
If you still want to meet up, could we do it somewhere not crawling with mutant control? I'm rather enjoying the recent lack of angry mobs.