>>31997443

You’re lead outside the precinct and left at the curb – you doubt they would have let you walk so easily if they could prove you’re underage, but apparently the one guy who could figure out your identity kept his lips sealed. It’s already dark, but there’s still a lot of people on the street. Cars crush by, arguably moving slower than the pedestrians.

You smell him before you see him – a kind of curious mix of leather, sawdust, and aftershave. It's not a strong scent by any stretch, but you've been starting to notice little details like this lately. “Nice night,” says Isaac. “You like spaghetti?”

Your stomach gnaws hungrily at you at the mention of food.

> I have this policy where I don’t hang out with people that try TO MURDER ME WITH A CROSSBOW. Fuck you.
>I can handle myself. See you, Isaac. And uh… thanks for not saying anything.
>It’s been a million years since the last time I had spaghetti.
>Your wife really agreed to this? What did you tell her?
>*Spaghetti is your weakness*

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>>31997476

Artist's rendition of our MC.

>>31997476
>>Your wife really agreed to this? What did you tell her?
>>It’s been a million years since the last time I had spaghetti.

>>31997476
>Your wife really agreed to this? What did you tell her?
>It’s been a million years since the last time I had spaghetti.
>And uh… thanks for not saying anything.

>>31997476
>I love it

It's not really required, but it's common practice to link the thread in the announcement that it's gone live. It helps people in the event that you use something different as the subject line or OP pic for whatever reason. I know you didn't this time, but just letting ya know.

>>31997476
>>Your wife really agreed to this? What did you tell her?
Really.

>>31997530
>>31997500
This!
Great to see this quest continued. I read up on it on the archives and I'm looking forward to how it will progress!

Rolled 10

>>31997476
>It’s been a million years since the last time I had spaghetti.
>Your wife really agreed to this? What did you tell her?
24325668 185

>>31997476
>*Spaghetti is your weakness*

We are all about the spaghetti

>>31997567
If you cannot manage to find the thread in catalog, you may as well not be here. It is by no means required to link to the thread. Soem do it, some dont. It doesn't really matter.

>>31997500

“Yeah, actually,” you say, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. “It’s been like a million years since I had spaghetti.” While you still aren’t certain about Isaac’s motives for giving you a place to stay, there’s no denying its convenience. You don’t exactly have many other alternatives at present, and this is the only one that includes free food.

“Let’s walk – the car’s over on the corner,” Isaac says, heading off.

You jog a little bit so you’re walking side-by-side. “Not that I’m complaining, but what exactly did you tell your wife to get her to go along with this?” you ask. If there’s some complicated cover story for the situation, you need to know the details so that you can play your part. Before he answers though, you notice he’s turned slightly to head toward a specific vehicle parked on the curb. You snicker at the sight of it. “You seriously drive a mini-van.”

He shrugs. “Sometimes, and not by choice,” he says. “And as for the wife thing. You can ask her yourself.” He waves to a woman standing nearby, who approaches. “Let me introduce you to Mrs. Hallow. Cass, this is Sierra. Sierra, Cassandra.”

Cassandra is a willowy woman with long, light hair, and a very freckly complexion. She wears a sporty hoodie, pair of tinted glasses, and a long skirt. She comes over, giving you a warm smile. “Hello,” she says, offering a hand.

>>31997903

“Hey,” you reply, a little bit on your guard. You automatically reach out to shake her hand, but she does one of those things where she pulls you in for one of those chin-over-the-shoulder hugs. You stiffen at the unexpected physical contact. (+2 Stress 12/100)

“Listen, we’re happy to have you,” she says, stepping back a bit and giving you a serious look, keeping a hand on your shoulder.

>Don’t touch me.
>I take it you know about your husband’s hobby then?
>I’m happy to be had, I guess.
>How much spaghetti are we talking here?
>Other (?)

>>31997926
>How much spaghetti are we talking here?
Regrets are forming.

>>31997926
>>Don’t touch me.
>>How much spaghetti are we talking here?

>>31997945
Lets put it out there for these people that we are not up for touchy-feely.

>>31997926
>>How much spaghetti are we talking here?
>How the heck did he convince you to let a strange girl crash at your house?

>>31997926
>How much spaghetti are we talking here?

>>31997926
>Other (?)
Don't say the "don't touch me" thing, but tense up really hard the way that people who aren't used to stranger hugs tend to.

>>31998056
I would agree with this.

>>31998056
This

>>31998036
>climb in the back of my mini-van
>free spaghetti
>come to our house little girl

Is this something the couple does to spice up their sex life?

>>31998147
They could have just said it then and paid in cash.

>>31997945

You brush Cassandra’s hand off your shoulder, tensing up at the contact. “Don’t touch me,” you say, maybe a little more forcefully than you meant to. Unexpected physical stuff sets you off.

Cassandra withdraws a little bit, realizing she may have been too forward. “Sorry,” she replies quickly. “I’m one of those touchy-feely kinds of people.”

“Yeah, well, not everyone is,” you say. You glance over at Isaac, beginning to have regrets. “How much spaghetti are we talking about here?”

“Days’ worth of leftovers level,” answers Isaac. “Let’s quit standing around and get going.”

Cassandra unlocks the doors and you all pile in the car, you in the middle of the middle seat. It looks well worn, and judging by the random magazines, pieces of trash, and other miscellaneous items, you figure this car is a veteran of years hauling kids around. Isaac puts the car in gear and you pull out into traffic.

You notice Mrs. Hallow peek in the rearview mirror at your lack of wearing a seatbelt, but she says nothing of it.

>Put on your seatbelt. It’s the law?
>If you’re planning something kinky, I’m just going to give you a heads up that it’s not going to work out.
>Okay, one question, how the hell did he convince you to let a freak like me crash at your place?
>You got kids?
>Other (?)

>>31998236
>You got kids?
Let's play it safe for now.

>>31998236
>If you’re planning something kinky, I’m just going to give you a heads up that it’s not going to work out.
this as a joke
>Okay, one question, how the hell did he convince you to let a freak like me crash at your place?
this seriously

>>31998236
>Okay, one question, how the hell did he convince you to let a freak like me crash at your place?

>>31998236
>>Put on your seatbelt. It’s the law?
>>If you’re planning something kinky, I’m just going to give you a heads up that it’s not going to work out.
>>Okay, one question, how the hell did he convince you to let a freak like me crash at your place?

>>31998236
>Okay, one question, how the hell did he convince you to let a freak like me crash at your place?
>You got kids?

>>31998236
>>Okay, one question, how the hell did he convince you to let a freak like me crash at your place?
Don't say freak. "Strange girl" is good enough.

>>31998346
Or we could say "someone that the cops just spent a while interrogating".

“Married couple picks up dangerous girl from the police station,” you say to yourself, snickering. “Sounds hot.” Actually, you think you’ve seen this one before. You laugh to yourself. (-2 Stress 10/100)

The Hallows exchange a glance, but say nothing in return.

“Okay, so for the million dollar question,” you say, filling the silence, “how the hell did he,” you point at Isaac, “convince you,” you point at Cassandra, “to let some weird girl –who police were interrogating for her role in a shootout - crash at your place?”

“He didn’t have to,” says Cassandra, looking at you in the mirror. “I just had to picture myself in your shoes. Then I thought, you know, if that was me, I’d be tired of everyone always assuming the worst. Everyone deserves to get the benefit of the doubt sometimes, right?”

>Like you know what being in my shoes is like.
>Eh. No complaints here.
>That’s one hell of a benefit of a doubt.
>Well what I did all the crap the police think I did? That bother you?
>Other (?)

>>31998562
>That’s one hell of a benefit of a doubt.
>Eh. No complaints here.
>Internally monologue about these weirdos being pretty decent of people as far as crossbow murderers go

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>>31998562
>Well what I did all the crap the police think I did? That bother you?

But quietly, like we just realised we don't want to hurt anyone who didn't hurt us first.

also:
>Married couple picks up dangerous girl from the police station,” you say to yourself, snickering. “Sounds hot.” Actually, you think you’ve seen this one before.

>mfw

>>31998562
>>That’s one hell of a benefit of a doubt.
>>Well what I did all the crap the police think I did? That bother you?

>>31998562
>>Eh. No complaints here.
Being on the receiving end of the benefit of the doubt is always nice.

>>31998666
>666

How....appropriate.

This

>>31998562
>Eh. No complaints here.
>That’s one hell of a benefit of a doubt.
>Well what I did all the crap the police think I did? That bother you?

All three

>>31998562
>Well what I did all the crap the police think I did? That bother you?

>>31998562
>That’s one hell of a benefit of a doubt.

>>31998562
Say nothing, seriously.

“That’s one hell of a benefit of a doubt,” you say, surprised at the simplicity of her reply. You get the impression that these people aren’t all that bad, you know, for crossbow murderers, that is. And they’ve got kids. You start feeling out of place – people like you don’t hang around happy-go-lucky family types. (+1 Stress 11/100)

“You can mail a check to our address,” Isaac says with a chuckle, getting on the freeway. “We also take cash.”

“No, I’m not complaining. No complaints here,” you say. You pause. When you continue, your voice is low. “But… what if I did everything the police thought. That bother you?”

“What bothers me,” Cassandra says, “is that Oakland Raiders jersey you’re wearing.”

“Shut up. Oakland Raiders kick ass,” you say. While you do hate the jersey the police gave you to replace your ruined gear, you feel contradicting Cassandra is a matter of principle. “This is my favorite shirt.”

“No it’s not,” says Mrs. Hallow, laughing.

She’s sharper than she seems. You smirk to yourself. (-2 Stress 9/100)

>>31999129
The rest of the car ride passes quickly. Before you know it, you’re pulling up the driveway of a house on a steep hill. You’re in the suburbs, but you have a good view of the rising heights of San Francisco in the distance.

“Here we are,” says Isaac, shutting off the engine, cueing everyone to climb out. “I hope you’re not a vegetarian, Sierra.”

“Let’s head inside,” Mrs. Hallow says.

>Head inside.
>I hope you’re not a vegetarian either.
>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.
>Other (?)

>>31999155
>>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.

>>31999155
>Vegetarian gangbanger half demon
That'd be something.

>>31999155
>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.

>>31999155
>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.

>>31999155
>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.

>>31999155
>>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.
Less talk more tortellini

>>31999155
>Say nothing. You were promised spaghetti.
But what kind?!

You don’t respond to the joke. As far as you’re concerned, spaghetti includes meat, and you were promised spaghetti. This is no joking matter.

You follow the couple inside. Their house is pretty high end, with nice hardwood floors, pictures and little detailed decorations everywhere – you take a second to scan visible photographs. Looks like there’s a son and daughter, but you’re not sure which pictures are most recent. It’s a really weird feeling being inside a place like this. Kind of a compressive space, everything screaming, this is our family, our home, our life (and also we’ve got a lot of money). The feeling of being out of place returns in force. (+4 Stress 13/100)

Cassandra leads you through a kitchen where every appliance seems to be made of stainless steel and all surfaces are marble. A teenage boy, maybe fourteen or fifteen, is just finishing setting the table when you all come in.

>>31999580

His hair is pure white, just like his dad. While you can tell he’s pretty young, he’s got a lot of weight to him. Not fat weight, either. This kid’s ripped, and could easily be a football player. He’s also wearing a white apron over his clothes.

The kid glances up at you, but does a good job of trying not to look like he’s not looking at you. “Heyo,” he says, greeting to his parents.

Isaac steps forward, taking the chance to grab his son by the arm. “This is Harvey. He’s quite a chef.”

Cassandra is checking the absolutely huge bowl of spaghetti on the table. She forks out a noodle and tastes it, possibly as quality control. It seems to pass her test, by her pleased expression. “Where’s your sister?” she asks.

“Room,” says Harvey.

“I’ll get her,” Isaac says, heading off. “Rowan? Dinner’s ready!”

Harvey looks at you curiously. “So, you’re half-demon?” he asks. “What kind?”

Cassandra glares at her son. “Shush, you,” she says, socking him in the arm. He takes the blow without any indication he felt the hit.

>Say nothing.
>Harvey’s a stupid name.
>There are kinds?
>I’m the kind that eats spaghetti.
>Let me guess. You like crossbows as much as your dad, right?
>Other (?)

>>31999596
>There are kinds?

>>31999596
>I’m the kind that eats spaghetti.

>>31999596
>There are kinds?
>I'm surely the best kind, then!

>>31999596
>>I’m the kind that eats spaghetti.
>>Make a Two-face reference

I don't know if joking will help us, but I'm hoping it will reduce our stress until its time to talk about important stuff.

>>31999596
HARVEY DEEEENT

>There are kinds?
>I’m the kind that eats spaghetti.

>>31999596
>There are kinds? Well, err... Black claws? That narrow it down?
>Well, whatever. I guess I’m the kind that eats spaghetti.

>>31999596
>There are kinds?

>>31999596
The good kind.

>>31999652
Yeah this sounds good.

>>31999596
>>There are kinds?
>>I’m the kind that eats spaghetti.

>>31999596
>There are kinds?

>>31999676
>>31999745

Despite Cassandra giving you an option out of answering Harvey’s question, it does pique your curiosity. “I’m the kind that eats spaghetti,” you say, unable to pass up the opportunity for the joke. (-1 Stress 13/100).

“Har har you know what I mean,” Harvey says.

Cassandra has given up on controlling her son, but you don’t really mind.

“Well, I have black claws. That means I’m the kind that eats spaghetti, right?” you say.

“Black claws?” Harvey says. “Not just red claws, right? So you’re some kind of infernus then, maybe with a little belphegoran mixed in.”

You have no idea what that means, but Isaac returns followed shortly afterward by a girl probably your age. She’s got long, lanky blonde hair and a kind of gangly build. She wears a t-shirt with the bat-symbol on it and a baggy striped hoodie. She freezes at the sight of you. She takes a second to narrow her eyes at you before she takes a seat at the table. You feel a definite hostility from the girl that puts you on edge. (+2 Stress 15/100)

“Have a seat,” Isaac offers, taking one himself.

>>32000118

Cassandra looks with disapproval as her daughter skips acknowledging your presence. “Rowan, this is Sierra. Introduce yourself.” She has a kind of motherly instruction tone to her request.

Rowan looks up at you with an expression of disdain. “My name’s Rowan. Nice to meet you,” she says sarcastically.

>This the whole fam then?
>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)
>Say nothing, sit down. (Maybe glare at her a little?)
>Ignore her, sit down.
>You got a problem?
>Other (?)

>>32000145
>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)

>>32000145
>>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)

>>32000145
>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)

>>32000145
>>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)

I would want to know what her problem is, but we haven't eaten yet.

>>32000145
>Stare her down with a smile
Sure!

>>32000145
>Ignore her, sit down.

Not worth our time.

Belphegor helps people make discoveries. He seduces people by suggesting to them ingenious inventions that will make them rich.
We tech-demon now.

>>32000145
>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)
>Take a second to appreciate the absurdity of the situation
"Wait wait wait hold up. 'Rowan' almost kinda sounds like 'Bruce Wayne' if you really mangle it. And the bat shirt... So Harvey not-dent and almost-Wayne. Did... did you guys name your kids with Batman in mind? Demon-hunting batman fanatics. I'm having dinner with demon-hunting batman fanatics, and apparently I'm an infernawhatits. Awesome."

>>32000259
ugh no tech demons suck

>>32000291
Also a demon of sloth, and weird math numbers

>>32000145
>Rowan
When she challenges us to a duel of bitch-craft we need some tree-related disses

>>32000319
I am now really happy that we're mostly to all infernus, and only maybe have a little bit of Belphegor

Belphegors sounds awful, shit tier demon

>>32000259
actually he said we are more of a mutt.

>>32000359
damn, so not only are we part demon, we are a mulatto of the Pit?

At least we're getting spaghetti

>>32000338
I figured from the power choices last time we were some sort of shadow/fire demon?

We're tech now?

>Pure white hair

Harvey is half-demon we think?

Rolled 10

>>32000145
>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)
>You got a problem?
Sit down

>>32000489
nope
we are not tech
no way
not happening

>>32000145
>My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too. (Sarcasm)
>You got a problem?

>>32000278

“My name’s Sierra. Nice to meet you too,” you reply, matching her sarcasm drop for drop.

Rowan scowls at you – her anger tickles your insides. (-1 Stress 12/100)

You take up a chair. The table’s big enough to seat six. It’s a huge round oak thing that probably weighs as much as a small car, and it’s topped with all kinds of stuff. A salad with dressing, a couple jugs of milk, a plate with garlic bread on it – and there’s that flipping huge bowl of spaghetti. You were distracted by the Hallow kids, but the smell is intoxicating. You haven’t eaten anything for a day, and you can’t imagine a better way to catch up then what you’re seeing right now.

Before you can grab for anything though, the family pauses to say a prayer. You make use of their hesitation to fill your plate. Nobody says anything when they finish only to find you eating, but Rowan redoubles her glare. Harvey seems amused, while Cassandra and Isaac do a good job of keeping neutral expressions.

They talk about some regular crap while you gorge yourself. You guess Cassandra is a physical therapist somewhere, from the stuff she says she was up to during the day. Harvey ‘Harv’ Hallow goes to school and apparently plays the Cello, while Rowan seems like a regular angsty highschool junior. As you look at the girl closer, you notice that her hair has a silvery quality near the roots – if that’s her natural hair coloration, that would pit her as having the same white hair that her dad and brother have.

>>32000549

You didn’t exactly catch what Isaac does for work. He kind walks like a cop, though. You have a sense for these kinds of things

>So I assume you didn’t pay for this place with her money. Can’t imagine crossbow enthusiast makes much either, Isaac.
>Why’s all your hair white? You got cancer or something?
>So Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?
>Other (?)

>>32000549
>As you look at the girl closer, you notice that her hair has a silvery quality near the roots – if that’s her natural hair coloration, that would pit her as having the same white hair that her dad and brother have.

Guess who's ashamed of her heritage....

>>32000562
>Why’s all your hair white? You got cancer or something?
>So Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?

>>32000562
>Why’s all your hair white? I thought albinos all walked around with umbrellas because they're almost vampires or something.

>>32000562
Let's ask all the questions. While we're eating of course, because we're famished.

1) Why’s all your hair white? You got cancer or something?
2) So Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?
3) So I assume you didn’t pay for this place with her money. Can’t imagine crossbow enthusiast makes much either, Isaac.

>>32000562
>Why’s all your hair white? You got cancer or something?

>>32000571
not necessarily

It occured to me, don't we have a twin sister? she is probably the same as us. we should find her

>>32000562
>Why’s all your hair white? You got cancer or something?
>So Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?

>>32000596
seconded

>>32000562
>So Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?
>Or will I have to drag up its reputation on my own? Would be typical.

>>32000639
>not necessarily
true, but if it can be used to push her buttons that's what we'll claim

Rolled 18

>>32000562
>>Why’s all your hair white? You got cancer or something?
>>So Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?

>>32000620

“Why’s all your hair white?” you ask suddenly through a mouthful of spaghetti, interrupting Rowan in the middle of some lame story about a verbal skirmish she got into with some school rival. “I thought albinos walked around with umbrellas because they're almost vampires or something.”

The answer comes from an unexpected source. “We’re demonbane,” says Rowan, setting down her silverware harder than necessary. “We kill demons.” Definitely hostile, and not quite in the funny way. (+5 Stress: 17/100)

If she was so gung ho about being demonbane or whatever, you wouldn’t expect her to dye her hair. “Cool story,” you say nonchalantly, taking a big gulp of milk.

“Demonbane are like Hellborn. Just half angel instead,” Cassandra provides, narrowing her eyes at her daughter.

Isaac gives a strained smile, displeased with Rowan’s attitude. “We do a lot more than kill demons. Isn’t that right, Rowan?”

The girl glares at her dad, and then wordlessly returns to her salad.

“So…” you say, feeling that you may have stirred up the hive, “Harv tells me I’m an Infernal belfagore mix. That’s like, the best kind, right?”

>>32000975

“Depends on what you mean by best,” Isaac says. “Powerful? Yeah. But power comes with a price – mixes are really rare. It’s not easy for two different types of demon to have children. Offspring they do have usually don’t live for very long - those that do are unstable. It’s nearly impossible control that kind of power.”

“Isaac means that as a compliment,” Cassandra explains, trying to cover her husband's lack of tact. “What he’s saying is that other people in your situation don’t always make the right decisions.”

>Yeah, for real. Neither do I.
>So then… you’d know what kind of stuff I’ll be able to do down the road?
>Well if I grow claws, that means you guys grow wings and harps then?
>Wait. What else do you do besides kill demons?
>Other (?)

>>32001000
>>Yeah, for real. Neither do I.
>>Wait. What else do you do besides kill demons?

>>32001000
>Well if I grow claws, that means you guys grow wings and harps then?

Commence baiting

>>32001000
> Nobody always make the right decisions.
> What else do you do besides kill demons?

>>32001043
This.

"I'm sure you play guitar and sing real well, right?"

>>32001000
>Wait. What else do you do besides kill demons?

>Well if I grow claws, that means you guys grow wings and harps then?
Crossbows are basically just harps with triggers and less strings.

>>32001000
>Yeah, for real. Neither do I.
>Well if I grow claws, that means you guys grow wings and harps then?
And then
>Wait. What else do you do besides kill demons?

>>32001000
>So then… you’d know what kind of stuff I’ll be able to do down the road?

>In a house with 3 people whose job it is to kill my hellborn ass
>ask them what cool stuff I'll be able to do

Witness the lack of fucks I give

>>32001000
>Well if I grow claws, that means you guys grow wings and harps then?
>Wait. What else do you do besides kill demons?

Ah shit if we end up staying the night I hope they have a spare room.

Or we'll end up being put in Rowans room.

And she'll try to flaming sword us in our sleep or something.

>>32001169
We can choose to leave.

>>32001000
>So do I get any cool stuff? Like badass wings or something?

>>32001169
I'm pretty sure the plan is taking us with his family, no?

>>32001195
from
>>31998562
>crash at your place?”

I gather the plan is they want to be all parental n'shit and give us a place to sleep for the night.

>>32001074
“Yeah, for real. Neither do I,” you say.

Rowan applies too much pressure to her fork, causing it to skid across her plate, while Cassandra gives a slightly strained smile at the comment. “Everyone makes mistakes,” she says.

You point a spaghetti laden fork at Isaac. “Well if I grow claws, that means you guys grow wings and harps then? Or I guess crossbows in your case – but I guess crossbows are kind of like harps with less strings and a triggers, right?”

Harvey bursts into laughter while drinking his glass of milk, predictably, it comes out his nose. Milk droplets fly everywhere, and onto everything. He begins coughing and turning red.

Rowan glowers in disgust at Harvey and at the milk that’s gone from his nose to her plate, then looks to her mother. “May I be excused?” she asks, her jaw muscles clenching in anger.

Cassandra sighs and nods. The girl can’t get out of the room fast enough.

>>32001393

You watch her leave, and then proceed to shovel more spaghetti into your face, heedless of the mess Harvey has made. Running with a gang taught you not to be too picky about what you eat, and this pasta is like drugs, or possible drugs on crack. (-3 Stress 14/100)

“So what else d’you guys do besides kill demons?” you ask as you add yet more noodles to your already full mouth, getting a bunch of sauce on your chin. You wipe it off on your sleeve, leaving a greasy stain.

Isaac takes a long breath. “Well, there are other things that cause trouble for people. You know, weird magical things. Weird people that use magic. What if… say, Harry Potter robbed a bank. The police can’t stop him, so we do.”


You thought Harry Potter was justified in his robbery of a bank, and you’re not sure you’d want anyone stopping him. Still, this was probably a hypothetical, but who knows for sure. As it stands, dinner seems about over.

>I don’t like your example.
>The food was good.
>I’m beat.
>Hey… you wouldn’t happen to know what kinds of cool things I’ll be able to do when I grow up, do you?
>Other (?)

>>32001419
>The food was good.
>I’m beat.

And in addition, ask why Rowan is so damn hostile.

>>32001419
>Thanks for the food, angel nerds
>Why's your daughter such a hater?

>>32001493
I second this response.

>>32001419
>"I take it she didn't think this was a good idea."

>"Thanks for the food."

>>32001419
seconding >>32001530

>>32001419
>I’m beat.

>>32001419
>Thanks for the food.

>>32001493
I third it.

>>32001419
> So what happened to Potter's bank of gold and goody-two-shoes personality? What, I watched a fil or two.

Do we really have to call the dudes who fed us nerds?

>>32001419
>The food was good.

A bit more time passes, and when you can’t bring yourself to take another bite, you lean backward and revel in satisfaction. Eating so much has knocked feeding off of your body’s priority list, making sleep the one thing your body now craves more than anything else.

“Never thought I’d be getting a charity dinner from a family of crazy crossbow murderers, but the food was good,” you say. You don’t really care how people take what you say. If they don’t like what you say, then they probably don’t like you, and if they don’t like you, why give a damn about what they like? Plus, you’re not about to forget Isaac tried TO MURDER YOU WITH A CROSSBOW THAT ONE TIME GEEZE.

Harvey beams at the (slight) compliment. “You’re welcome any time,” he says. He takes a stand and begins collecting plates. “Anybody that can send Rowan out of the room that fast gets a good word in my book.”

You give him space, even as Isaac and Cassandra get up and begin cleaning up themselves. “Say, what’s got her beefs so chopped anyway?”

“You know,” says Cassandra, looking at you briefly as she carries off the milk. “Being seventeen. Everything’s horrible when you’re a teenager – I was the same way when I was her age.”

You get the feeling that there’s more to it than that.

>You’re not telling me something.
>Help clean up.
>I’m beat. You got a fold out bed in the couch or something?
>Other (?)

>>32001785
>Help clean up.

>>32001785
>Help clean up.
We might rip on em while we help, but not cleaning up is pretty damn scumbaggy.

>>32001785
> Hey, I'm not gonna pry. As long as she doesn't come after me with a crossbow or whatever it's all good.
>Help clean up.
Everyone knows a good gang cleans together.

>>32001785
>Help clean up.

>>32001785
>>Help clean up

>>32001785
>Help clean up.

>>32001785
>Help clean up.

>>32001785
>Help clean up.
>"What's actually getting at her though? Is angel puberty just that bad?"

We should probably report back to the gang to see the casualties and at least say bye after paying respect to Monster and stuff.

>>32001917
Monster dead yo.

>>32001917
Aren't the only two people we really cared about dead anyway?

It'll be too dangerous to go see the gang regardless, the cops will definitely take any opportunity to book us if we're seen with them again.

>>32002017
I'd say we should wait for the funeral before paying our respect for the fallen. Let things die down first.

>>32001837
Going with this

>>32001837

You stand yourself and begin taking things to the kitchen. Back in Cobra Manor, everyone chipped in – you see no reason why not to here, seeing as these people are extending their hospitality.

“Don’t have to pretend everything’s perfect,” you say, a little miffed. Everyone had a history, and sometimes it was better not to know about it. “So long as she doesn’t grow a crossbow or a flaming sword and come after me, it’s all good.”

“Don’t worry about Rowan,” says Isaac, giving a weak smile.

“Thanks,” says Harvey, as you hand him the big spaghetti bowl. He begins storing the remains in Tupperware containers.

“Though, all things considered,” says Cassandra, “you should probably talk to her, Izz.”

“Yeah yeah,” he says, beginning to wash dishes.

Once the table is clear, you give a long yawn. Cassandra takes that as her cue to swoop in. “Let me show you where you can sleep,” she says, leading you the way. You’re not about to object.

She takes you upstairs. Though you were slightly worried about having to share a room with Rowan, as it turns out they have a guest bedroom. You never really got the point of guest bedrooms – why have more beds than you have people living in a house? Though, your current predicament seems to invalidate your reasoning, you still disapprove.

>>32001977
That's what you do to the dead. Pay respect.

>>32002114

The theme of the room is white. Everything is beige or white or off-white. And the bed has too many pillows on it. There’s like, fifty pillows of various sizes. You resolve never to put that many pillows on a bed ever. As you’ve been sleeping on a couch for the last few months, however, you’re left feeling vaguely excited at the idea of having the whole kit and caboodle of sheets and blankets and everything.

Cass leaves briefly to give you time to acclimate, but soon returns with a folded set of clothes, namely a shirt and a pair of pajama pants. “Bathroom’s down the hall,” she instructs, pushing the clothes at you.

>Cool.
>I’m fine with what I’ve got.
>Hey, uh. Thanks, I guess.
>Other (?)
captcha - toryfq place

>>32002130
>Cool thanks.
Shower then go to sleep.

>Cool
> Also what is planed for when we wake up in the morning

>>32002130
>>Cool.

>>32002149
Seconding.

>>32002130
>>Hey, uh. Thanks, I guess.

>>32002130
Maybe we should take a shower. We sorta got covered in Crip blood, then our own blood, then spent a day in a police station to stew in the funk, and god knows how many days before that we spent without bathing.

Or don't. I'm kinda morbidly curious to see how red/black the room and bed would turn just from us being in it.

>>32002174
Probably not that much, we must be crusty with that stuff by now.

Ew.

>>32002174
Last thread stated that we showered right after they picked us up and we're currently dressed in clothes from the Lost and found.

>>32002130
>Hey, uh. Thanks, I guess.

>>32002130
>Cool.
>You sure are prepared. Do this often? Thanks anyway.

>>32002130
>Hey, uh... Thanks, I guess

>>32002130
Hey, uh. Thanks, I guess.

>>32002130
>Hey, uh. Thanks, I guess.

>>32002149

You take the PJs. “Cool,” you say. “And uh. Thanks, I guess,” you add after a moment’s hesitation. You still don’t get exactly what’s going on, but you consider yourself lucky to be here.

Mrs. Hallow simply nods at you and leaves you to your own devices. Twenty minutes later, you come back into the room, shut and lock the door behind you, and discard the grungy lost-and-found crap the police gave you. You sweep the superfluous pillows from the bed and, after hitting the lights, flop down on the bed and proceed to cocoon yourself in blankets.

The bed feels too soft for you to fall asleep quickly, but you don’t care. You revel in it. Good food, a good shower, and a good bed. You have it good. And it was a really great shower, too. They had all kinds of expensive weird shampoos and conditioners and crap. You came out of there smelling like a bouquet or something.

No fault of the soundproofing of the room, your sharper-than-average hearing picks up snippets of conversation from the room next to yours.

>Eavesdrop. (Dice)
>Eh. Forget it and go to sleep.
>Other (?)

Rolled 10

>>32002427
>Eavesdrop. (Dice)

Rolled 38

>>32002427
>>Eavesdrop. (Dice)
We're real fucking nosy.

Rolled 42

>>32002427
>Eavesdrop. (Dice)
Of course!

>>32002455
10 should do it I hope.

Rolled 58

>Eavesdrop. (Dice)
well unless they can detect eavesdrops with thare angle powers whats the harm?

Rolled 16

>>32002427
>>Eavesdrop. (Dice)

Probably not something we want to hear, but something we might need to survive

>>32002510
hmm then again can they detect us using awere ablitys?

>>32002620
>>32002510
I'm not sure we would be able to figure out of they can detect our listening in without listening in first. That 10 was a good roll, we should go for it.

You concentrate on the sound. In the silence, you find it easy to focus your attention on the words being spoken.

“-like a badge of honor. What if this is one of Meckor’s plans to get us out of the way?” That would be Rowan. She was talking in a quiet tone, but it wasn’t a whisper.

“Even Meckor can’t plan this well. I was watching her the whole night. She’s just a victim of circumstance.” And that would be Isaac.

“A victim of circumstance that could freak out and kill us in our sleep,” she said. “Grampa Lionel used to say -”

“Grampa Lionel was a wonderful person, but he was a little old fashioned in some things, Ro. And a little quick to pass judgment.”

There was a pause. “I’m not going to risk my life, or any of yours, for a hellborn. And I’m locking my door tonight.”

Another pause. “You know, it’s kind of funny. So’s she,” Isaac told her.

Silence followed.

You’re not quite sure whether you wanted to hear that last part or not. But, as you’re in bed, it’s hard to care about too many things but the softness of the pillow under your head. You rub the ring on your right thumb, something you tend to do when deep in thought. Thoughts give way to darkness, and before you know it you’re asleep.
----
The sound of rushing water. You walk across the deck, and look out to the ocean.

“A princess needs rescued,” says a voice from the waters.

>Look over the rails at the voice.
>Why didn’t you come back?
>Wait. This is a dream.
>Other (?)

>>32002803
>>Look over the rails at the voice.

>>32002510
>angle powers
Does this make them super edgy?

>>32002803
>Look over the rails at the voice.
>"I dunno, this is pretty sweet. Never been on the ocean out in reality, feel free to put the rescue on hold."

>>32002803
>Wait. This is a dream.

>>32002803
>Wait. This is a dream eh ok i will bite look over the rails at the voice

>>32002803
>Wait. This is a dream.

>>32002803
>Wait. This is a dream.
Should need a dice.

>>32002803
>Wait. This is a dream.
Let's get our mind together first.

>>32002803
>>Look over the rails at the voice.

The deck seems familiar, somehow. Wait just a second. You’ve been here before, but when. “Just one fucking minute, this is that stupid boat dream,” you say, improbably angry. You hate this dream! (+4 Stress 18/100)

And the next part is where you look out over the rails and horrible things happen. You look around, but your surroundings are indistinct. You’re on some kind of boat, but you can’t even understand what the size of it is supposed to be.

A small hand tugs at yours. You look down, and see a little girl with dark hair. “Look at the moon, Sierra!” she yells, pointing upward. You look up. Indeed, the moon is something to look at. It’s huge – it takes up a quarter or more of the sky.

>Yep. That’s some moon there.
>Fuck looking over the rail. Let’s play checkers. (dice)
>Eh. This part of the dream isn’t so bad.
>Let’s just get this over with. (Look over the rail)
>Let's get the hell out of here. (dice)
>Other (?)

Rolled 35

>>32003002
>Let's get the hell out of here. (dice)
Fuck the boat dream.

>>32003002
>Let’s just get this over with. (Look over the rail)

Rolled 72

>>32003002
>>Let's get the hell out of here. (dice)

>>32003002
>>Let’s just get this over with. (Look over the rail)

Rolled 1

>>32003002
>Yep. That’s some moon there.
I'm watching you moon...

>>32003002
>Let’s just get this over with. (Look over the rail)

Rolled 16

>>32003002
>"Why the fuck should I look at the moon? This is some incomprehensible shit."
>Let's get the hell out of here. (dice)

Rolled 82

>>32003002
>>Let's get the hell out of here. (dice)

>>32003093
What...
What does this mean? Moon powers? Moon battle?

>>32003093
W-why didn't you pick an option with a roll anon!? If you wasted that 1...

Rolled 63

>>32003002
>Fuck looking over the rail. Let’s play checkers. (dice)
well looks like we are not getting up any time soon so might as well try and avoid it as long as we can might get another chance to wake up

>>32003093
I'm so sorry

>>32003132
I'm pretty sure he takes roll regardless of the post. You know, like pretty much every other QM.

Rolled 54

>>32003002
>Let's get the hell out of here (dice)

Seconding fuck boat dream.

>>32003002
>>Yep. That’s some moon there.
>Eh. This part of the dream isn’t so bad.
Better than looking over the rail for sure.

Rolled 40

>>32003002
>Let's get the hell out of here. (dice)

>>32003093
Aw dude...

>>32003191
Many GMs have the spectacularly bad idea of only taking rolls that include the winning option.

>>32003093
“Yep. That’s some moon there,” you say. Calmly, you scoop up the little girl and put her on your hip. “How’d you like to get a better look?”

“Yeah!” the girl yells.

You give a wide smile. “Hold on.” You look up and blast off of the boat like fucking Ironman, exploding the deck into splinters with the force of your takeoff. You rocket into the sky at mach two, while the little girl squeels in incoherent delight. Wind whips at your face.

A horrible grating voice grinds out behind you. “SNIP SNAP.” Watery tendrils of darkness waver at the edge of your vision. You don’t turn a fucking inch, you’re going to the fucking moon.

The girl, however, starts looking back. You grab her head and force it to stay angled down into your chest. “Nope, we’re going to the moon, Nevada,” you say. Your speed increases more and more, until you outpace even the thing behind you. The tendrils recede.

You keep the pedal to the metal the whole way, not falling for the bluff. After an indeterminate period of sandblasting speed, you realize you’re in space. You drift upward, the moon filling all of your vision. Stars are everywhere.

“Whoohoo!” your sister yells, kicking her legs as she floats off.

>>32003390
Now that's a real dream. None of this nightmare sea shit.

>>32003390

“Look at the moon! Just look at that thing!” you yell, laughing your ass off as you cartwheel through the peaceful void. You can barely contain your triumph. “Yeah!!!”

The little girl swims to your side, giving you a big hug. “You’re the best sister ever!”

You choke back tears of laughter, hugging her back. “No man, you are!” (-20 Stress -2/100)

You sit bolt right up in bed, the covers falling off of you. “Hell yeah!” you yell, pumping your fist. Light streams in through the window. Best night’s sleep ever!

You smell something cooking.

>Is that pancakes?
>Fuck boats.
>I’m not putting that Oakland Raider’s jersey on ever again.
>Other (?)

>>32003414
>Is that pancakes?
Motherfucking pancake breakfast, shit!

>>32003390
>You look up and blast off of the boat like fucking Ironman

Fuck yeah.

>Is that pancakes?
>I'm not putting that Oakland Raider's jersey on ever again.
>Ironman would be better with boats.

>>32003414
>>Fuck boats.

>>32003390
>Sierra & Nevada
Har. Har. Har...

>>32003414
>Fuck boats.
>Is that pancakes?
>I’m not putting that Oakland Raider’s jersey on ever again.
>When we open the door, immediately jump back/out of the way just in case Lil Demonslayer Jr. decided that she's going to wait to take our head off on the step out.

>is that pancakes?
oh pancakes hope they got blueberrys in them

>>32003414
>Is that pancakes?

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>>32003390
SPAAAAAAAACE!

>>32003414
>Is that pancakes?
Find out if they have weird and awesome things to put on it, like weird jams or agave syrup.

>>32003473
As if she could. We'd totally fuck her up.

It is pancakes. You flop out of bed and onto the floor, then disentangle yourself from the covers just in time to stumble out the door – you come out ducking, just in case there’s a flaming sword awaiting you, but after checking both ways, you realize you’re in the clear. The smell of pancakes only grows stronger.

>Act tired and creep down the stairs like a corpse.
>Slide down the banister.
>Proceed at a stately pace.
>Run down the stairs.
>This is still part of the dream, right?
>Other (?)

>>32003592

Should read as 'handrail'

>>32003592
>>Proceed at a stately pace.

>>32003592
>Slide down the banister.
Even if we fall off, I'm sure it will be fine. We got our ribcage crowbar'd in, what, 12 hours ago? And we're fine now? We could just fling ourselves down the stairs and walk it off probably.

>>32003592
>>Proceed at a stately pace.
>>This is still part of the dream, right?

>>32003592
>Proceed at a stately pace.
No reason to make a scene. For all we know the real demon-spawn in this house is in charge of breakfast, and just itching for a chance to deny it to us.

>Proceed at a stately pace.
no need to give them a heart attack by having the excitable deamon running full speed for the table

>>32003592
>>Proceed at a stately pace.

>>32003592
>Slide down the banister.
"PANCAKES!"

>>32003592
>>Proceed at a stately pace.
>Is this still the dream?

>>32003592
>Slide down the banister.
SURF DOWN IF POSSIBLE

>>32003592
>Slide down the banister.

Why not?

>>32003592
>Run down the stairs.
I SMELLED FOOD

HP: 8/11
PP: 11/11
Stress: -2/100

While the indomitable energy in your chest burns to be released, you realize it’s probably smarter if you keep a cool head. This isn't your house, after all, and you might wake someone if you make too much noise. You proceed at a calm pace.

You find downstairs abandoned, save for Cassandra, who is in PJ’s suspiciously similar to the ones you’re in. She glances back as she hears your feet pad on the cool hardwood floor, wearing those tinted glasses of hers. “Didn’t take you for an early bird,” she says, glancing at the microwave clock. It’s six thirty in the morning. Six thirty? This is unprecedented. You never wake up before eight o’clock. “Would you like a pancake, Sierra? Though I don’t know if it’ll improve your mood any.”

You realize you’re still smiling from your dream.

>Are there any like… plans to for today?
>Please and thank you.
>I’m usually not up this early.
>Had a sweet dream.
>Other (?)

>>32003803
>Are there any like… plans to for today?
>>Please and thank you.
>>I’m usually not up this early.
>>Had a sweet dream.

>>32003473
>>32003578

To be honest after a dream like that I doubt we'd even pause to practice caution around the lure of pancakes.

>>32003592
>Proceed at a stately pace
(let our fingers do skateboard tricks on the banister just to show we can contain the radness within)

>>32003803
>HP: 8/11
Huh. I thought it was out of 10 last time. Did we get better after that last fight or something?

As for the options, I think I'll go with all of the above.

>>32003826
Seconding this.

>>32003803
>I’m usually not up this early.
>Had a sweet dream.
Sounds good.

>>32003803
>>Had a sweet dream.
>>Please and thank you.

>>32003803
>>I’m usually not up this early.

>>32003826
going with this

>>32003826
Yeah, let's have a conversation.

>>32003803
>Please and thank you.

Voting against telling anyone about the dream. That seemed to have struck a chord with us, I doubt we'd talk about it to these folks.

>>32003803
>>Please and thank you.
>>I’m usually not up this early.

>>32003849
Yes, it was out of 10 at the start. Blood's gittin gud.

>>32003803
>>Please and thank you.
then make some light chat till we get the panckes
>I’m usually not up this early.
>Had a sweet dream.

So how are we going to play this out, guys?

Despite old mate trying to shoot us before, we kind of owe them from how they've treated us and any info they're giving us about exactly what the fuck we are and can do. I imagine our 'Blood' would feel conflicted about this, certainly not willing to put ourselves too much in their debt.

Is there anyone we even remotely like in the surviving gang members? What leadership structure is left? How much of the crab strength did we take out last night?

>>32003803
>Please and thank you.
>I’m usually not up this early.
>Had a sweet dream.

>>32003947
Just leave after the pancakes. We don't have to go back to the gang, but that might mean being homeless.

>>32003947
>Is there anyone we even remotely like in the surviving gang members?
Sierra only seemed attached to Monster and Cobra, both of whom are dead. Not to mention the police are probably still investigating that huge as fuck gang fight. It would be dumb to come back and potentially get picked up again by the cops.

I'd say this is an opportunity to leave that life for good. Go to Monster's funeral and then move on from the gang.

>>32003947
Did he even ever attempt to shoot us?

He just gave chase didn't he?

>>32003947
Move to another city.

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>>32004020
>Go to Monster's funeral

I can second that. It'd be a way to say goodbye to our friend and a farewell to that life.

we watch silently away from the main funeral crowd. *single tear*

>>32003947
I reckon we should just find out when Monster's funeral's going down, maybe find out if there's anyone he would want looked out for. Pretty sure we feel like we're at least partly responsible for his death, so maybe we owe his family or something, in some way that we'd find hard to explain to anyone else...

...You know, I think HMQ has gotten me quite used to thinking as a chronically self-deprecating homeless superhuman would.

>>32004067
It won't be happening yet, takes more than a day to plan out and happen.

Hell, it could take a week.

>>32004076
Nah, we shouldn't really interact with the family.

Just go, pay our respects and then see where the wind takes us.

“If you’re offering,” you say, leaning against the doorway.

“Well I am,” she says, adding a couple dollops of pancake mix to the frying pan. “So what’s got you up so bright and early, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Just the sickest dream that’s ever been had,” you say, barely able to contain your excitement. You don’t know Mrs. Hallow very well, but you need to tell somebody about this. “I was in the middle of this nightmare that I get all the time, and then I was like, fuck this, so I grabbed my sister and we shot into space like fucking Iron Man.”

Cassandra gives an incredulous smile at the absurdity of your explanation of what happened, as well as your colorful language. “That sounds great,” she says, shaking her head. “A good night’s sleep can do wonders.”

“Yeah you’re fucking telling me,” you say. You compose yourself enough to think about some other topic. “Um. What about you? There some grand plan for why you need to be awake so early?”

“Well,” she says. It’s a really loaded ‘well’, which means she’s got some kind of huge news. “I was thinking... since your hideout burned down and your clothes were all ruined, you might want to get some new clothes.”

>>32004122
Whoah now, we're not a charity case.

>>32004122

You were kind of thinking about checking back in with the East Side Cobras, but most of you doesn't really care without Monster there. Either way, she's right. You don't have anything to wear.

>Well duh.
>I’m not taking your daughter’s old clothes if that’s what you mean.
>I’m broke, if you’re suggesting driving me to the store or something.
>Other (?)

>>32003987
Why would we do that?

Seriously, why the balls would we give up this? Sweet digs, don't have to sleep in the garbage, don't have to do gun battles.

Fuck your shit, lets not do the homeless wanderer bullshit.

>>32004076
>Pretty sure we feel like we're at least partly responsible for his death

We may, though there is no real logical reason behind it. If we had acted any differently the only difference would have been that we would never have put up a decent fight back,

>>32004139
>I’m broke, if you’re suggesting driving me to the store or something.
Let's play ignorant.

>>32004139
>>I’m broke, if you’re suggesting driving me to the store or something.

>>32004132
We don't want to wear the same shit we wore yesterday though.

>>32004139
>Other
I'm with this guy >>32004132

Pancakes and a night's stay is one thing, clothes and shit is another.

>>32004139
>>I’m not taking your daughter’s old clothes if that’s what you mean.

>>32004139
>I’m broke, if you’re suggesting driving me to the store or something.
That, but also this >>32004132, we have our motherfucking damn pride.

>>32004139
>I’m broke
>Realize that you shot that molotov fucker specifically to prevent the place from getting burnt down. Motherfucker!
>Calm down when you realize that the fire probably helped with no evidence and all that.
>Still grumble about what kind of jackass brings firebombs to a shootout.
>Oh right. Clothes. Yeah, right. I sorta don't have any money.

>>32004143
Our character is way too cautious (or prideful) to let herself live of other people's charity.

Sure, these guys have done alright by us but like anon said above we're not a charity case.

>>32004143
Have you ever been a guest at a house where one of the occupants doesn't like you? It's not pleasant.

...we may have to wear that Oakland Raiders jersey after all.

>>32004225
Fuck.

>>32004153
Well, yeah, hence
>in some way that we'd find hard to explain to anyone else...

>>32004139
> Alright, how we getting them? I, er, don't have cash

>>32004107
>Girl runs into people who not only know what she is but don't care.
>Hurrr durr let's leave and be a hobo.
>>32004202
>>32004220
You could try human interaction.

Seriously, fuck being a hobo, there's already a superpowered hobo quest.

>>32004225
>>32004228
Indeed, we need some way to suggest a secondary jersey.

>>32004245
seconding

>>32004202
She was a drug dealing street urchin.

What pride?

>>32004139
>I’m broke, if you’re suggesting driving me to the store or something.

>>32004248
>there's already a superpowered hobo quest
I don't think Blood wants to develop her spaghetti powers just yet.

>>32004260
Well, first, she wasn't a hoe, and she made her money herself, and didn't need fucking charity.

>>32004260
So you're surprised to find one of the 7 deadly sins in a gang member? Heaven forbid.

Many real life Gangers and the like have their own sense of pride and even honour, it's weird but true.

>>32004248
>there's already a superpowered hobo quest.

Who also used to mule around drugs for a gang. And has weird uncontrollable fits of stress-related supernatural rage. And an MIA sister. And low self-esteem.

Let's not be hobos. I can't handle two hobo spaghetti quests.

>>32004260
She dealt in drugs once. You say that like she made a living out of it.

>>32004233
Oh. I thought you meant talking to his family members about it.

Which would be retarded, since I'm sure Monster/Benjamin would want any of his gang to stay the hell away from his family regardless of how much he liked them.

>>32004318
We could find a job.

>>32004139
I am against accepting her buying clothes

>>32004318
You realize we still have the gang house to go back right? We don't have to bum off these guys to not be homeless.

>>32004248
yeah, I really don't want another homeless quest, or some gang banging grand theft auto quest.

>>32004318
We're not living off these people's charity, we already owe them as it is.

>>32004356
A gang house with no friends, no awesome beds, no perfect dreams, and no spaghetti or pancakes.

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>>32004349
>I need pictures! Picture of Angels and Daemons!

>'Blood', Villain or Menace?

>>32004349
Yeah, that always works so well. We found a job by the first thread on theother hobo quest. Guess what? The world had other plans.

Anyways, that aside, we shouldn't accept her offer to buy us clothes.

>>32004403
Yeah but that's a quest dedicated to being a hobo. Languid QM doesn't strike me as the kind of dick to force us to be foreverhobo.

>>32004403
Not the same quest, not the same QM. We could find a job and pay for food and board instead of being shits.

>>32004378
Yea to hell going back everyone we cared about is allready gone from thare so no point really and if she is offering to buy us clothes then we have to insist we work for them get a job or help around the house or something

>>32004356
>>32004378
That also burned down.

>>32004403
And we did that job, and others found other jobs. And so did we.

>>32004122
The only way we're getting new clothes is if we do something in return. This family is awesome and we will reciprocate.

>>32004378
We earnt our place before we got jack shit in the gang house.

I'm not one for going back to that life, but I'm not comfortable just letting these nice folks foster us.

>>32004440
If you're talking about the molotov we prevented that.

Which means there will still be cops crawling all over it. Best not go back there.

>>32004440
When? I thought we stopped the molotov cocktail from burning the house.

>>32004374
Why the fuck not? Cuz pride? That's stupid, even a mule like her can see a good thing here

>>32004403
Ehhhh, we kinda messed up there. The world probably would've been okay with our shitty job if we just checked that goddamn mattress for traps.

And we have a better job now.

But uh anyway even if we go down that route, maybe we should consider accepting these guys' hospitality just so we have a place to settle while we're getting started.

>>32004468
Thing is, anon, what can we do in a Raiders Jersey. The best we could come up with that they kick ass. We need the help.

>>32004506
Because she's a half demon in a house full of demon killers. I don't care what their intentions are, the sooner she's out of there the better.

>>32004540
>Because she's a half demon in a house full of demon killers.
Yeah, there's that too.

>>32004540
Are they really any more dangerous than Crips?

So far they've shown hospitality, besides, we could learn how they work so if we really do need to leave we'll know what we're dealing with if we run into one later.

>>32004506
I don't see what's hard to grasp about this. We aren't comfortable owning anything we haven't earned, there's nothing less liked in a gang than a leech (apart from a snitch).

Everything we had earnt (pitiful though it was) we -had- earnt it. Of course we're not going to be comfortable just being given stuff. At the very least we're going to accuse them of them having a catch somewhere.

>All this talk about hobos
I don't think anyone said we should be a hobo, we still have the gang. That being said, the reason we were accepted like we were was because of Ben supporting us. With everything that has happened I don't think we would be welcomed back warmly, especially if they saw our daemon powers. If these saps want to shelter us for a day or two let them and we can look over our options in the meantime.