>>32382313

Most of the little shops don’t have much problem with you taking Reeber in with you, especially since he’s so quiet and mild-mannered. Your dog isn’t too worried about being left tied outside the shops with the menacing ‘no pets allowed’ signs hung up in the window, though thankfully you never seem to spend much more than twenty minutes in a store. Hellhounds would likely be a popular breed if they were ever introduced to the US.

Admittedly, your brain remains off during the beginning of the exclusion. Jewelry isn’t really your kind of thing.

Somebody snapping in front of your face draws you from your magical realm of insentience. You instinctively smack the hand away. “Cut that out!” you demand.

Vikrama laughs at you. “Okay, that first part was more for me and Ro, but I think you’ll want to be conscious from here on out,” she says. “The best stops are coming up.”

You are not convinced. Clothing stores, jewelry stores, knickknack shops, it all blends to you. “Whatever.”

Baron blinks vacantly, and then focuses back on the matters at hand. “What was that?”

Rowan can’t seem to contain the energy inside herself as your group comes up on a large, nondescript building. "Ooh this place is the best,” she says. “Sierra, check this out.” Without ceremony she grabs your arm and pulls you forward. You leave Reeber’s leash with Baron, who sets up shop outside the door for prime-location people watching.

>>32382323

There are no shortage of weirdos out and about today – you can see a guy with earrings so big they look like pinecones.

You almost refrain in order to join him and make snide comments about passers by, but Rowan has you securely by the arm and you are already through the front doors. Nothing seems too special about what you’re looking at. Clothes are everywhere, laid out on tables, hung up on the walls, packed into racks. And then Rowan takes you up to a table upon which are thrown dozens of shirts.

“More shirts. Wow,” you say, bored. You suppress the urge to check the time on your phone. This is better than sitting inside, you remind yourself.

“You’re not even looking,” Rowan protests. She grabs a shirt and holds it up to herself. “Yea or nay?”

The shirt features a large black-and-white mockup of Pinhead from Hellraiser, slightly off center. It’s actually pretty damn cool, and you say as much to Rowan. “That’s actually pretty damn cool,” you say, surprised.

“Well too bad, ‘cause I’m trying it first,” she says.

>>32382313
>>32382323
>>32382347
Remember to post on your twitter that the thread's live.

>>32382347

You’re about to say something about how that’s the only thing you’d consider getting so far, but Rowan stops you.

She sighs and gestures to the rest of the table and the clothes thereon. “I’m making a point. Look around you, one dumb shirt isn’t the only thing here worth looking at. We’re in a shop. Shop!” You look to the table and notice several other items of interest that you can see. Vikrama comes in a moment later and begins tearing into one of the nearby racks, pulling out several things that magically seem to match her kind of artsy hippy style.

Could you do that? “I don’t know,” you say, cautious. You’re not easy to please. Are you? There’s some real neat crap everywhere. It could be worth having a look.

>Find quality items (Dice)
>Rummage for item (?)
>Beseech Rowan for assistance.
>Beseech Vikrama for aid.
>You have fun, I’ll be outside with Baron.
>Other (?)

Rolled 68

>>32382372
>Find quality items
this didn't work in the thrift store, but this is a classy establishment so we should be good.

Rolled 8

>>32382372
>>Find quality items (Dice)

Rolled 91

>>32382372
>Find quality items (Dice)
Let's give it a whirl.

>>32382372

Also, I update the character sheet. Dark heart got a little tweak that reflects everyone's comments about how they'd like to see the power used.

This would be a good time to suggest specific kinds of things you'd like to see our MC obtain.

>>32382432
super strength

>>32382443

I meant clothes, geeze.

>>32382466
clothes that grant super strength

>>32382443
I would say maybe later. It is a good, universally useful skill, but our character would have a hard time keeping that on the sly.

>>32382511
superman keeps it on the sly pretty easily

Rolled 86

>>32382432
>This would be a good time to suggest specific kinds of things you'd like to see our MC obtain.
Well, let's see. Every superhuman needs powers relating to offense, defense, utility, and mobility. We have lots of offense, a little defense, and some utility, but no real mobility thus far.

I'd love to see one or more mobility powers. Shadow-stepping, super-jumping, demonic wall-crawling, whatever. Anything that gives us a larger range of motion, shorter path from point A to point B, or what have you.

Ideally option(s) for both short range maneuvering and long-distance travel.

>>32382466
Oh. Shit, I don't know. Sierra seems really utilitarian in her clothing choices - plus, they're in San Francisco, so it doesn't ever really get cold enough for some options, which is a shame, because I love winter fashions. Maybe a really nice hat?

Something that serves the dual purpose of looking sweet as hell and being able to obscure your face from cameras.

Maybe some properly nice sneakers too? Ones really good for all manner of athletics, and pleasing to the eye. Someone who rolled with the Bloods should have an appreciation for hats and shoes, am I right?

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>>32382432
here
>>32382418
What this man is wearing

>>32382432
Capris are nice. If we can find a hoody that has both a nice big floppy hood and also some snarky design, that'd be neat.

>>32382466
Even though you meant clothes, a power that makes it so we can count as 'in-contact' with someone from a way's away as long as we're connected to them by a shadow would be neat.
Has to actually be like a shadow line thing. Can't just be in the same dark room as them, though I guess a darker room would make it easier to establish the connection.

>Corrupt: Focuses hate into a nearby object, imbuing it with tainted energy and causing it to become untouchable for a duration of time. This effect has visible effect. When others attempt to touch said object, it singes them with unholy energy. Prolonged contact causes burns. Sierra may interact with the object as normal. Cost: 2 PP + 1 Stress, Type: Corrupting, Range: 5 yards
When did we get that?

>>32382466
some basic hoodies and easy to replace shit. She does have a bit of a habit of unsightly stains and fire damage.

Also some kind of fancy dress that we can throw on to drive ourselves into an rage through pure discomfort.

>>32382466
I wonder if there's a shirt that has the Buddah or something on it related to being all calm and zen and shit.

I think that'd be a pretty funny shirt, especially to the people that get the irony.

>>32382528
Superman is not an emotionally troubled teenaged girl. I mean we have had a couple of out bursts that would have required the attention of a professional contractor.

>>32382602
QM gave it to us last thread, when he called the active healing vote

>>32382602
We've had it for a while

>>32382466
Pockets, make sure we have plenty of pockets, especially pockets on the inside of a jacket or things like that.

If we find any shirts with cool patterns on them go for it. Pick up some hats as well, and maybe some combat boots.

>>32382682
>combat boots
She's a former gangbanger comic dork, not a paramilitary grognard. If she got any kind of shoes, they would probably be ridiculously overpriced trainers or something.

>>32382466
They got oversized Jordons here?

While you aren’t really used to being left to your own devices in clothing stores, this place doesn’t seem as unfriendly as that thrift store you visited a while ago. Almost everything is worth looking at. An almost predatory instinct overcomes you, and you moves off into the store, snatching things off racks and shelves with abandon. You even grab a badass jacket hoodie off of somebody else’s pile at one point, noticing it’s superior quality.

A minute later you see the girl looking around in confusion for the jacket you lifted from her – that’s why you don’t leave your crap unattended, it’s not yours until you buy it, and now it’s probably going to be yours forever. Oh yeah.

At the back of the store, you somehow wander over by Vikrama. Suddenly, you find the rack you’re examining has run out of cool pants and is now in dress territory. You didn’t plan on coming over this far, but you pick your way past a couple dresses just for the heck of it. The last time you wore a dress (maybe) you were twelve or something, but as you are beginning to learn, sometimes you’ve just got to look at crap for the sake of looking.

You pick up a kind of flowy black dress and look at it critically. Though lengthy and not too impractical as far as dresses go, with the lowish neckline and the tank-toppish top, you’d get your shoulders and back and everything sunburned to hell if you strayed outside for more than thirty minutes.

>>32383122

“I couldn’t pull off something like that,” Vikrama says, moving to browse beside you. “Dark colors never work for me - call me over when you try that one on though, I think it’d look good on you.”

“I’m just looking,” you say noncommittally. However, you do throw it on the sizable pile over your arm, not really wanting to go through the thing where you look dumb when you put it back on the rack and flat out reject her comment.

A dozen minutes later, you emerge from the dressing room for the last time and examine yourself in the mirror. You’re wearing a dark colored jacket thing with a hood – hoods are always a good bet for you, giving you the option of using the shadows it casts to hide your face. The jacket itself is hard to describe. It has a kind of diagonal zipper thing on it, giving it a kind of interesting asymmetrical look while still having a sleek appearance. The best part though is the intricate wing design on the back in crimson, which extends partway down the sleeves.

>>32383137

Beneath the jacket you wear a shirt that features a striking cobra stenciled in as if it were street graphite. The capris you picked up seem to complement the look – maybe they’re a bit shorter than you’re used to pants being, but you can’t say you don’t look good.

“That’s a cool jacket,” says Rowan, sitting on a nearby bench with her claimed items within arms reach.

“I know,” you say, turning a little to see the back. The wings thing is definitely the best part.

Vikrama comes out of a dressing room beside yours, wearing a kind of earthy scarf and sweater ensemble. She notes your appearance, nodding in approval. She seems to remember something important when she notices that you look about finished with your experience. “Did you already try that dress on?” she asks.

“Dress?” Rowan says, raising an eyebrow.

>Uhh.
>No. It’s not my speed.
>Yep. Didn’t work out.
>Yeah. (But try it on secretly just to see how it looks.)
>Not yet, I guess.
>Other (?)

>>32383156
>Not yet, I guess.

>>32383156
>Yeah. (But try it on secretly just to see how it looks.)

>>32383156
>Not yet, I guess.

>>32383156
>Uhh.

>>32383156
>Uhh.
>Not yet, I guess.

>>32383156
>Uhh.

>>32383156
Rowan better have something devil themed to go with your wing pattern jacket

Then you can snicker about it with her like the massive dorks you are

Also, maybe look into fire retardant treatments. We should probably look into making our clothing survive us wearing it a little better.

>hers apparel
holy shit, captcha

>>32383156
>>Uhh.

>>32383137
>Sierra gets her red wings
hue

>>32383156
>Other (?)
"I'm not sure what I was thinking when I grabbed it. Things like a great big sticky note saying 'burn me'."

>>32383156
>No. It’s not my speed.

>>32383156
>Uhh.
>Not yet, I guess.

Sierra is both a teenager, and very exited about developing further demonic features (horns and such). She might pick up stuff with devil motifs to be subtly showy.

>>32383632
Don't need to be a half-demon to like devil motifs. Horns are sexy as fuck.

You rely on your supernatural reflexes to formulate a response. “Uhh,” you say. You promise to remind yourself never to do that again. (+1 Stress: 13/100)

“I thought you never wore dresses,” Rowan says, fascinated.

“Well… no?” you say. You don’t like being put on the spot, but you’re the one who got yourself into this situation (+2 Stress: 15/100)

Vikrama has a seat next to Rowan, with the attitude of somebody getting ready to watch a popcorn flick. “Let your hair down, Sierra, embrace your true nature!” she tells you.

While your hair is, in fact, already down, and you doubt it would be a good idea to embrace your ‘true nature’ with so many living, breathing people around you, you understand the figurative meaning behind Her encouraging words. “Yeah yeah,” you say, and head back into the changing room.

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>>32383726

A minute later, you look yourself in the mirror. You look… really unlike you. Except you kind of do look like you. Maybe it’s the fact you can see your bare arms. That’s not working out. You fish through your stuff and come up with a black jacket you’d been eyeing before you got the crimson wing hooded jacket. You shrug it on and look at yourself again. That’s kind of better, you think. You stretch your arms out and wave them around a little to check what you’d look like moving around. You decide you look okay.

Bravely, you step out of the changing room and confront Ro and Vikrama, arms at your sides. “Welp,” you say, presenting yourself.

Vikrama flashes you a thumbs up. “It’s very you,” she says. “You really make those dark colors pop out.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t like dresses and stuff,” Rowan says. “You look really good.”

“Yeah okay, I do look pretty hot,” you agree. “But I can’t ever imagine me wearing this kind of thing anywhere for anything.” If you every powered up in this getup, you’d catch on fire in about two point zero seconds. And while it does make you feel kind of different to have people say you look nice, it’s just about evens out with how awkward you feel about people saying you look pretty.

Vikrama nods, considering what you’ve had to say. “You should totally buy it,” she decides.

You give her a critical eye.

“C’mon. Every girl should own something that makes her look good,” Vikrama elaborates.

>>32383744

Your critical eye becomes even more critical. “Are you dissing my threads?”

She dismisses your objection with a wave of the hand. “You know what I mean,” says Vik.

You shake your head. “I’m not getting something I’m never going to wear.”

Five minutes later, you walk out of the store with two bags in hand, one of which contains the dress. How did you let yourself get talked into this? Oh wait, that’s right. Path of least resistance.

Baron turns about, as does Reeber. He takes a second to look at your sweet jacket, which you decided to wear out. “Nice jacket,” he says, impressed.

“Nicked it from somebody else when they weren’t looking,” you say, grinning to yourself. (-2 Stress: 13/100)

“Where to next?” asks Rowan, wearing a shirt with a gorilla and a shark hi-fiving in front of an explosion.

Your stomach gnaws its vote to your brain, but you had some other things you wanted to look at.

“I want to check out the used book store, but wherever you guys want to go first is fine with me,” says Baron.

>There was a ice-cream place back there.
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.
>I need some shoes to go along with this getup.
>Books?
>Other (?)

>>32383761
>>Books?

>>32383761
>I need some shoes to go along with this getup.
SHOE SHOPPING
also wow rowan is such a nerd

>>32383761
>Books?

>>32383761
I can't decide between burritos and shoes...

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.

>>32383788
Why not both?

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.
>Books?

>>32383761
>I need some shoes to go along with this getup.
I presume we're just wearing some thrift store trainers right now.

Our urgent need for burritos should help keep the excursion relatively brief.

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.
Can we get some contacts some time? Or at least spare glasses for when our current pair inevitably breaks?

>>32383761
>I need some shoes to go along with this getup.

>>32383761
Books can wait until after lunch. You can't browse books on an empty stomach, you would have no concentration.

But first, shoooooooes

>>32383761
>I need some shoes to go along with this getup.

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.
>I need some shoes to go along with this getup.

>>32383761
While shoes and food clearly take priority, we should at least ask what he wants to look for in the bookstore. And hey, the books will be there after a meal, not like they can walk off. Unlike shoes.

>>32383761
this >>32383925

>>32383824
going with this

>>32383925
Voting for this
Who knows, we might find some ancient tomes of dark lore in the used book store.

Wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

I feel that might be the reason Languid specified a USED bookstore, rather than just a normal one.

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>>32384023
>yfw when sexy librarian demon lieutenant

>>32384023 here,
meant to vote >>32383824

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>>32384071
I'd prefer an unaffiliated lamiabrarian demon

She just wishes everyone could get along and read more books

>>32383761
>This mortal frame requires sustenance, and I smell burritos somewhere nearby.
>Books?

Nourishment cannot wait. One time somebody somewhere waited, and they died. You will not repeat the mistakes of the past. You smell the air again, and pick up a direction. Down the street some ways. Can’t be more than a block. “There’s a Mexican place nearby, right?” you ask, making it more of a statement of fact than a question.

The scent in the air is thin enough that nobody else picked it up, and you see Vikrama give you a kind of quizzical glance. However, Rowan kind of gives a neutral expression, knowing full well how it is you found out.

“You’re in luck,” says Baron. “Just happens to be one of the best Mexican places in the city, right down the street.”

“Cool,” you say. You lead the way, following the scent of cooking beef and nacho cheese.

“She does know she doesn’t know where we’re going, doesn’t she?” Vikrama asks.

“Sierra can smell food a mile off when she’s hungry,” Rowan says, truthfully enough.

Baron scoffs. “Lucky.”

>>32384219

Awhile later, you’re sitting outside at a table with a giant burrito in hand. And a couple minutes after that, you finish off the last bite and sit back to watch the others play catch up. You feed Reeber a couple scraps from your plate, which he enjoys. As the others enjoy their food, you feel somebody’s eyes on you. You’ve caught a couple guys doing double takes at you since you put on your slick new jacket, but this is the kind of lingering type of look that gets under your skin. You can feel the difference.

You glance to the side, and behind a questionably dressed couple with dyed hair and too many tattoos, you spot what you think is the offender, walking off.

He’s got just as weird of an appearance as many of the others around him, but he kind of blended in with the scenery until he noticed him looking at you. He has very fair, nearly pale skin, and very long dark gray hair. He wears a long coat, a white dress shirt, and dark jeans. He walks unassumingly into a store and out of view.

>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)
>You guys finish up. There’s a store over there I want to check out.
>Keep an eye out for the guy. Let him know you know he’s there. (Dice)
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.
>Other (?)

>>32384246
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)

Rolled 1

>>32384246
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)

>>32384246
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.

>>32384246
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)

Rolled 65

>>32384274
None shall escape were sight

>>32384274
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)
>Rolled 1d100: 1
Shit, son! Now I don't want to roll!

Rolled 90

>>32384246
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)

Rolled 93

>>32384246
>>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)

Rolled 50

>>32384246
>>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)

>>32384246
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)
Then when she answers use the distraction to
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.

>>32384274
Crit success!

Gonna have to second that course of action.

Rolled 22

>>32384246
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)
>Steal one of Rowan's nachos

>>32384246
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.

We should make sure the other person with supernatural abilities is aware of any potential trouble

let's try to keep alert for the guy as well

>>32384274
Of course I'm going to vote for this with a roll like that.

>>32384246
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)
>Keep an eye out for the guy. Let him know you know he’s there. (Dice)

Rolled 39

>>32384321
hmm well they do work together if we are stealing nachos then he will think we were not paying attention

>>32384274
This seems like a sound course of action

>>32384274
Motherfucker's going to think we're blind or something.

Rolled 61

>>32384246
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)

>>32384246
>Keep an eye out for the guy, but let him think he’s gone unnoticed. (Dice)
>"Hey Rowan, lets head to the bookstore then get home. Don't want your mom and your brother to have to pick us up like last time."

>>32384467
Add these before my custom text bit:
>Steal one of Rowan’s nachos.
>Hey Rowan. Do you ever get the feeling somebody’s watching you? (wink wink, nudge nudge)

“Hey Ro, freaky pale dude was totally checking me out just now,” you say, tossing a errant piece of lettuce into Reeber’s waiting jaws.

Baron snorts. “No class. Every guy knows you’re not supposed to get caught.” He goes to turn around.

“Nope,” you say, stopping him. “Don’t look, you’ll give it away.”

Rowan picks up on the undertone of the comment, and your caution handling Baron. “Where is he?” she says, looking slightly to the side.

“Just walked into the Red Victorian,” you say, nodding in the direction of the store. “Kind of appropriate, actually, dressed like he was going for the goth thing.”

“Some people are just creeps,” Rowan says helplessly, but she gives you a look of confirmation.

You continue your shopping escapades without undo concern, keeping an expert eye peeled for Goth guy the whole time, without really distracting yourself from the business at hand of going crazy with clothes, accessories, and more. Without ever actually turning to look, you manage to catch several glimpses of the guy in reflections and in fleeting looks when you’re naturally looking at other stuff.

You’re certain he’s following you, because no matter how long you spend in any one store, you always pick up on his well-concealed whereabouts whenever you walk out, and he’s never far off. He’s not doing anything sinister, though you see through his (rather complicated) facade.

>>32384922

You get the impression from his slightly too-relaxed posture that he’s trying to effect a regular appearance. Below that, he looks like he’s stalking you. But then, he’s a little too tense, almost dangerous, like he’s kind of not quite sure what he’s doing, but beneath that, he’s trying to look that way? What the fuck is his deal.

After the fifth sighting, you finally peg his attitude down. He’s not here for trouble. Or maybe it’s an abstract kind of trouble. Anyway, you’re about ninety percent sure this guy is a demon, because he watches the people around him in a kind of vaguely remote kind of predatory way, and he’s a lot tougher than his fashion would suggest.

His whole regalia, from his whimsically long hair to his two-buttons-unbuttoned-of-my-shirt and unnaturally pale complexion remind you of a trendy fictional character that shares his basic appearance.
(Edward: 22/22 HP)

You’re pretty sure you got more out of watching him than he has out of watching you, and he hasn’t even noticed that you noticed him noticing you. As time goes on, you catch him straying closer and closer, making bold passes almost as if he wants to be noticed, but you do such a good job of being oblivious that you can tell he’s getting frustrated. He even walks right by you on the sidewalk when you’re store hopping after picking up some sweet red and black Jordans.

Rowan notices him as well, but at your bidding she doesn’t act on it.

>>32384978


It continues like this until eventually you walk into the used book store. Books are stacked everywhere in huge piles, and flow off of the shelves. There are boxes of unorganized old books stacked in corners, with no organization to speak of. Meanwhile the store owner, an older, fatter woman with sunny wrinkles, talks merrily with customers, completely carefree at the messy state of the store.

But you kind of like the cluttered atmosphere, and the pervasive scent of old print. It feels homey. (-3 Stress: 10/100) You’re sitting on the ground, going through the lowest shelf and leafing through dozens of intriguing texts when you feel a presence over your shoulder.

You look over, and find Baron checking the shelf a couple tiers above yours. He notes the book in your hands. “Guns of the South. That’s a good one,” he says.

“Is it?” you ask, looking at the book. There’s some old guy in a gray suit holding an assault rifle on the cover. It didn't really look too catchy when you pulled it off the shelf.

>>32384993

“Yeah,” he says, pulling a book, flipping through it almost flippantly, and replacing it in its crowded home. “It’s about how these guys from South Africa go back in time and give the Confederacy AK-47s.”

“Hmm,” you say, your interest piqued.

Just then, the door swings open, ringing a bell. Edward Cullen, or the nearest thing to it, walks in and heads to the back of the store, doing an impressive job of looking like he’s browsing for something interesting.

>How many AKs are we talking about here?
>Well I’m about done for the day. Let’s get out of here.
>Go confront Edward.
>Browse your way over and ‘accidentally’ bump into Goth demon.
>Keep rifling through books. Make him come to you, if that’s his thing.
>Other (?)

>>32385037
>>Go confront Edward.

>>32385037
hmm you know mebey this guy just wants to talk with us after all we killed two of his commanders
>Browse your way over and ‘accidentally’ bump into Goth demon.
>How many AKs are we talking about here?

>>32385037

internet is choosing a crappy time to cut out on me.

>>32385055
The Lawn hungers.

>>32385037
>How many AKs are we talking about here?

>>32385037
>Keep rifling through books. Make him come to you, if that’s his thing.
>When he eventually shows up, say "took ya long enough, sparklefang"

>>32385037
>How many AKs are we talking about here?

>>32385037
>Browse your way over and ‘accidentally’ bump into Goth demon.
oy fagit whatchu want

>>32385037
>How many AKs are we talking about here?

>Browse your way over and ‘accidentally’ bump into Goth demon.
"Oh, terribly sorry, I didn't notice you there" in the most flat, wooden affect possible.

Make sure Ro is aware of you doing this as you browse your way into him, just in case you need a little assistance.

>>32385074
>>When he eventually shows up, say "took ya long enough, sparklefang"
I can second that.

>>32385108
This

I wonder if we can use Corrupt on some water in a squirtgun and spray people with unholy water that burns them. That'd be neat.

>>32385037
>>How many AKs are we talking about here?
>Keep rifling through books. Make him come to you, if that’s his thing

>>32385298
>not making Incredibly Angry Nerf weaponry

>>32385315
It's a lot harder to get water off of you than it is a nerf dart.

>>32385309
Sorry, forgot to take off my name from another thread. Won't happen again

Naw, dudes. Concentrate hate into our pocketknife.

Then stab some fucker.

>>32385037
>Go confront Edward.
"wow you suck at tailing people. I've had an eye on you ever since lunch."

>>32385389
Corrupt deals the most damage from prolonged contact and makes it hard for other people to touch the object that's corrupted.

Corrupting the pocketknife to try to make it more damaging is stupid. You're not going to stab a dude and leave the knife in them. It's not going to deal more damage, it's just a waste of PP. You'd be better off trying to Corrupt their clothes if you really want to use it and you're in melee range.

Corrupt is best for use on projectiles that we expect to get lodged in a target, turning near any liquids into demon napalm, preventing people from taking objects from us, or super locking doors by corrupting the knobs.

>>32385392

“So how many AK-47’s are we talking about here? This is important,” you say, feling the weight of the book in your hand. It doesn’t feel like it contains that many AK-47’s, and there’s only the one on the cover, so you can’t be quite sure it’s worth your time.

Baron raises his eyebrows. “Oh. There’s a whole train full.”

“Yup,” you say. This is indeed relevant to your interests. You stick the book under your arm and start meandering off, trailing your fingers on books as you go. You pass by Rowan, who is leafing through a book about the influence of superheroes on politics. “I’m walking the walk,” you say. Rowan doesn’t indicate that she heard you. She doesn’t even look up from her book. You take that to mean that she’s prepared to kill.

>>32385533
Even if we can't do real damage with it, it could be pretty useful, especially at it's low cost.

Forcing an enemy to drop a a knife or a gun could help a hell of a lot in a fight.

Plus various other shit we might not want them touching. Like a door we don't want them to open. Or the steering wheel of a car we don't want them to drive. A phone we don't want them to use.

>>32385628
Can Ro do something similar to our Sense Weakness? We should probably ask for a rundown of her powers at some point. Maybe as part of a training session in that warehouse thing.

I'm sure both she and Isaac would appreciate the opportunity to test themselves on Verwelken shadow walls in a safe environment, too.

>>32385697
>Forcing an enemy to drop a a knife or a gun could help a hell of a lot in a fight.
>
>Plus various other shit we might not want them touching. Like a door we don't want them to open. Or the steering wheel of a car we don't want them to drive. A phone we don't want them to use.
Yes, those would be worthwhile uses of Corrupt as I said in the post you replied to. That doesn't make corrupting our own knife a better idea, it's still rather pointless to do that for an attempted damage boost. It's not even good for preventing us from getting disarmed since we'd only be using the knife on some mundane punk and they wouldn't be able to take a knife from Sierra. Anybody who could disarm her is getting the claws/fire used on them.

So yeah, it's exactly like I said. Corrupt is good, just not for applying a damage boost to our knife.

Should we even be using corrupt? we know that our power use influences our future options, and this may be a route we don't want to go down.

>>32385628

You start pulling books, as if impatiently searching for a specific title. All the while, you get nearer and nearer who you presume to be a vampire, who is simply standing and reading a book but probably secretly watching you. He probably thinks you’re unwittingly walking right at him.

You pull another book off the shelf, within arms reach of the guy. You turn as if you’re about to take another step down the row, but then pull up short, seeing his shoes. You turn and look him square in the eye. He’s got pale gray eyes. Yeah, go figure. When you speak, you do so in as a stilted, wooden voice as you can manage. “Oh,” you say, as if reading a script. “I did not see you there.”

Your unexpected sarcasm and clear understanding of the gravity of the situation takes Edward by surprise. He narrows his eyes at you, and brushes a strand of hair from his eyes as he takes a moment to formulate a reply.

>>32385826
Guys carefully brushing hair from their eyes is kind of a turn on, especially from tall, dark, and handsome guys, but you get the feeling this guy has experience in manipulating women and give it no heed. And you didn’t like Twilight at all. Mostly. Wiley tricks have no power over you.

He gives a deep sigh, as if immeasurably disappointed. “This just isn’t how I planned our meeting going,” he says, a kind of carelessness in his voice that makes you want to hear him say other stuff carelessly. Seriously, get your head in the game, this is ridiculous.

>Cut that out, I don’t even like Twilight.
>Formulate other response (?)

>>32385820
I don't think this is a powerset routelock system. It just unlocks more stuff in that path; it doesn't prevent us from getting other things.
Verwelken stuff is my favorite tho.

>>32385846
>How did you imagine it going?

>Cut that out, I don’t even like Twilight.
>Oh and how did you plan on this meeting going?

>>32385848
Well I'm pretty sure it'll also influence us in other ways, like subconcious personality changes. Then again, maybe I'm just looking too deeply into Languid's writing ability.

>>32385872
>>32385879
This works. Tell him we're not even into Twilight and ask how he imagined this going.

>>32385846
>Other (?)
>Cut the shit Sparkles, why have you been following me?

>>32385846
>So, you are a emotion twisting demon. Nice to know you guys are taking cues from Twilight.

>>32385846
>And how exactly did you plan for the Twilight stalker approach to pan out?

>>32385879
This. Time to deal straight motherfucker.

>>32385924
This is fun

I'm trying to work out if he seriously thought we'd just swan off after him and ditch our friends once we noticed, or what

>>32385905
This. All of the this.

“Geeze, I don’t even like Twilight. Quit it,” you say, putting a dose of impatience into the words.

“Oh?” says Edward, making a woebegone face. “Am I doing something that’s bothering you, is that what you’re trying to say?”

Guys aren’t supposed to pout, and they certainly aren’t supposed to look good doing it. “Seriously, stop,” you say, your real impatience running thin. (+2 Stress: 12/100) “And button your damn shirt, it’s like, actually a little cold in here, you look more ridiculous than a guy on the cover of a trashy romance novel.”

“As the lady wishes,” says Mr. Not-a-Vampire, doing a sarcastic little bow and buttoning his slightly open shirt. He leaves the top one open, but that’s whatever, real people don’t wear a shirt like that and button it all the way unless they’ve got a tie or something.

>>32386304

“Okay, now we can conversate. Converse,” you correct yourself. “First thing’s first. How the hell did you see your creepy stalker come on approach working out? Cause this is like, the logical conclusion from my end.”

“Bear with me for one moment,” he says, turning to the side and looking into the distance of bookshelves. “Imagine, a roguish character of unknown station accosts a young woman of great power, who notices she is being followed.” He speaks with careful, theatrical precision, and accompanies the words with light, but precise movements of his hands. “Her curiosity and passion for conquest drives her to confront the dark stranger and ascertain his true intentions – then, in a heated, dangerous exchange of words and wit,” he says, pausing to increase suspense, “she finds he is not the enemy she feared, but rather, an unlikely ally? One that could hold the key to the conflict she has so unwittingly fallen into.” He looks at you, waiting for you to respond.

>>32386322

You stare back wordlessly.

He seems to recognize something from your lack of visible reply. His efforts to charm you wane slightly, but he does have a kind of natural charisma about him that you’re still wary of. “How long have you known I was following you, exactly?” he asks, sounding a little put off.

>The whole time.
>Long enough.
>You answer this first. How long have you been planning this for?
>That sounds like some novel you wrote there. Tell me when you publish.
>So why talk to me when your boss rips the heads off people that make him mad?
>Get to the point, I'm here with friends.
>Other (?)

>>32386352
>>Long enough.
>>So why talk to me when your boss rips the heads off people that make him mad?

>>32386322
I'm very tempted to turn you into puppy chow.
Speak frankly

>>32386352
>The whole time.
>So why talk to me when your boss rips the heads off people that make him mad?

>>32386352
>Get to the point, I'm here with friends.

>>32386359
>>32386386
Do we have any reason to assume he works for Meckor?

>>32386352
>The whole time.
yea lets pop this guys ego
>stop talking so cryptic or else i am feeding you too Reeber

>>32386352
>The whole time.
>Get to the point, I'm here with friends.

>>32386352
>We've known long enough
>Get to the point, I'm here with friends.

>>32386410
No, but the deliberate misconstruing his action as hostile should keep him off balance, given he's presumably Magical Mr. Charming most of the time.

>>32386410
Dude's a demon, Meckor runs the fief of San Fran so he is likely a servant of his

>>32386410
No real reason to think he doesn't. We should force him to make his case.

>>32386403
This. Let's not insult him unduly nor assume he is in the employ of our current adversary. We can goad him along if he again waxes poetic.

>>32386482
Agreed.

>>32386470
i don't know if he was with Meckor he would not have tryed to talk to us he just report to the boss that we were up and about again with some mortals they could use for leverage

>>32386470
We don't know if he's full demon or just hellborn. 22hp isn't that high.

>>32386470
This could be something akin to Vampire: The Masquerade. Maybe there's a different, more liberal, demon faction out there, like the Sabbat?

>>32386512
>>32386505
He could be one of the emotion demons mentioned before and those don't seem combat oriented

>>32386512
any two of our three badasses would outclass him, health-wise.

Can we tell him to switch off the charm and drop the cheesy dialogue, because that shit is getting kind of grating.

>>32386547
I meant the Anarchs.

>>32386558
Belphegoran, and he could just as easily be a Belphegoran hellborn. Actually, he's 99% guaranteed to be Belphegoran whether he's hellborn or full-demon because those were the ones constantly compared to vampires.

>>32386558
given his aura of charm, plus the fact that he's giving it off despite his every word dripping with ham and cheese, I think that much is a given.

>>32386352
"Long enough Sparkles, you're not quite as subtle as you think.

But you managed to get my attention my "unlikely ally", what do you want?"

Also, what does he smell like?

>>32386352
>Other (?)
Just punch him in the dick and walk away. Keep him guessing without making him fear for his life.

“You honestly stepped out the door this morning looking like that, with your plan being for me not to see you like, all the time?” you ask, incredulous.

You spot a moment of displeasure in his eyes at having his wardrobe slighted. “If my appearance merited your attentions, then perhaps stealth was the incorrect course of action,” he says, smiling. “I’m sure many would go to far greater lengths to catch the eye of one… such as yourself.”

“Okay, whatever,” you say, cutting his flattery short. “So riddle me this. What the hell are you doing talking to me when your boss rips people’s heads off for looking at him the wrong way?” You don’t actually know whether or not Meckor is really that touchy, but it seems like the thing to say.

Edward’s stunt double gives a wan smile. “A particular charge was laid at my feet,” he says.

“Which was?” you ask.

“To assassinate you,” he answers plainly.

You tense at the words. (+5 Stress: 17/100) “Yeah?”

“Or,” he continues, “to convince you to join our cause.” He stops you short of replying, knowing a flat refusal is imminent. “I already know you won’t join Meckor. If Nabuth couldn’t talk you out of killing him, I doubt I can do much there. And since you didn’t have issue killing Stirn and taking his prized Royal as a trophy, I’m not certain I can kill you either.”

He pauses for a moment, careful of his next words. “As you pointed out, Meckor does not take well to disappointment, so… I decided to do something else.”

You think he’s got some of the facts wrong, but it’s probably not a good idea to tell him you couldn’t hold a candle to dogwalker Stirn in a fair fight, and that Nabuth gave you a real go for your money even though you killed him.

You raise an eyebrow. “Something else being what exactly?”

“Why,” he says, smiling, “help you kill Meckor, of course.”

>How do you respond?

>>32387133
>>How do you respond?
Now why the hell would someone sent to kill me help kill his boss?

>>32387133
>How do you respond?
"Yeah, okay, good choice. I won't ever trust you for two shits until Meckor is actually dead though."

>>32387133
oh a defector he wants to take Meckors place a coup before you had my curiosity now you have my attention

>>32387198
Sounds good.

>>32387171
he literally just told us

>>32387133
>How do you respond?
Bag-tag and moonwalk away.

>>32387133
>I know that you know that I know that I can't trust you. Let's get that out of the way first. But let's say I say yes. What do you get out of it? And what would you even do to help me?
Thinking we should set up a proper meeting so we can have the Hallows opinion on this on neutral ground somewhere.

>>32387171
Because demons are all might makes right feudal backstabbing nutters. This is come demon gangland game of thrones shit.

>>32387171
Boss kills underlings that fail.

Sends underling on a mission to kill the MC.

Underling thinks "This is a suicide mission. If I try to kill her, she'll kill me. If I don't, Meckor will kill me."

"Good thing I'm evil! Time for treachery."

If the penalty for failure is death, and the penalty for rebellion is death, why not rebel if you don't think you can do the job? You're going to die anyway, at least this gives you a slim chance of survival.

>>32387133
Well that's interesting. I suppose you have a plan for accomplishing that?

>>32387133
Should we try to get his number or something so that we can contact him again later?

>>32387133
"Can't say I'm too surprised, Meckor doesn't seem the sort to instill long-term loyalty.

So, assuming that you're on the level, what's the plan?"

We'll definitely want more info on Meckor from him, and a way to get into contact with him. Also we should ask what his name is.

>>32387133
>"I'm listening."

Perhaps say something about how we're probably going to need a proper planning session that's not in a bookstore.

Internally realize that we're gonna have to git real gud if we're gonna want to off Meckor. Looks like trainin' days in the warehouse with the Hallows.

I wouldn't trust him until Meckor is dead. Sure, he'll probably help us out. But if he sees an opportunity to kill us, he'll most likely take it. Whatever gets rid of the sword hanging over his head.

You rub the bridge of your nose. Why is life complicated? “Okay,” you say, “mutual expressions of distrust aside, let’s say I’m fine with you helping me kill demons and whatnot. What kinds of stuff can you do for me?”

You can tell he wants to make some kind of innuendo out of that, but your flat expression makes him cut to the chase. “Philostathus, Ranthix, Khel, and Cordeliate,” he says, matter-of-factly.

“That some kind of spell or backwards latin or something?” you say, confused.

“Names,” he corrects you. “Oh that’s right. You didn’t know the names of the demons working for Meckor, did you. And if I know their names, just imagine what else I might know.”

You’re a little more perceptive than he’s giving you credit for. “Okay buddy, that’s four names. What’s yours?”

“Clever,” he says, grinning. “My name is Waldric.”

>>32387491

“Well okay Waldric,” you say, drawing out his name so that it sounds kind of stupid, “I get that you’re not dying and whatever, so good idea I guess, but what do you get out of all this? I mean, helping you, I’m not just going to kill Meckor for you so you can take his chair and start barking the orders.”

“I’m not exactly the type to take center stage,” says Waldric, his smile widening. “I would be happy to share all the details with you, but a used book store is not the place to do so.”

>Well okay Mr. Cloak and Dagger, how do I get in touch with you then?
>You know I’m working with Demonbane, right? You level with me, you’re leveling with them.
>This sounds cool and all, but I trust you about as far as I can throw you.
>Other (?)

>>32387510
>>You know I’m working with Demonbane, right? You level with me, you’re leveling with them.
This will either throw him off or see how deep he really is willing to go

>>32387510
>Well okay Mr. Cloak and Dagger, how do I get in touch with you then?
>You know I’m working with Demonbane, right? You level with me, you’re leveling with them.

>>32387510
>>You know I’m working with Demonbane, right? You level with me, you’re leveling with them

>>32387510
>Well okay Mr. Cloak and Dagger, how do I get in touch with you then?
>This sounds cool and all, but I trust you about as far as I can throw you.

>>32387510
Ok i don't trust this guy but i trust his self instrest so he for shure wants Meckor dead also
>Well okay Mr. Cloak and Dagger, how do I get in touch with you then?
>You know I’m working with Demonbane, right? You level with me, you’re leveling with them.
>This sounds cool and all, but I trust you about as far as I can throw you.
this all sounds like stuff we need to get out of the way so do them all if he needs place to go whare we can contact him send him to the cobras and tell them that blood sent him

Not sure I like telling him about the demonbane. He hasn't mentioned them once, it might not be too much to hope for that he actually doesn't know about them.

Stim could have followed us to the apartment from the warehouse, then used the hellhounds to track us from there. He might not have been after Rowan at all.

>>32387510
>Other (?)
Dick. Punch.

And then moonwalk away.

It's enough to make our disdain for him clear, but not enough to push him into full hostility. It's a solid step into making him our bitch.

>>32387624
Wow. This guy still really wants that dick punch to happen

“I know I’m hot stuff and crap, but I don’t work alone,” you say, staring down the demon before you. “If you’re going to talk to me, you’re going to talk to them.”

Waldric’s smile becomes pained. “I don’t know what your relationship is with the Hallows, and I don’t doubt your alliance with them,” he says, “but you do understand that Demonbane kill demons, correct?”

“Huh,” you say, picking something odd up from the way he makes that last statement. “That’s what your buddy Nabuth said. Like, word for word.”

Waldric frowns slightly. “I don’t doubt your power, but I do want us to have an understanding before we forge off striking deals and sealing blood pacts. How new are you to all this?”

>Uhh.
>About… I guess… a couple weeks?
>I know enough to make my own decisions.
>Excuse me, I need to confer with my colleagues. (badger Rowan)
>Other (?)

>>32387712
>Somewhat new

>>32387712
>I know enough to make my own decisions.

>>32387712
>>I know enough to make my own decisions.

>Excuse me, I need to confer with my colleagues. (badger Rowan)
don't worry dude we are not going to murder you in a book store you know i think that almost all deamons are told horror storys about deamonbanes in thare homeland anyways tell rowan she is a BFF we don't keep secrets from her anymore

>>32387712
"Enough to make Meckor frown, pout, and send his court jester to off me."

>>32387712
>About… I guess… a couple weeks?

>>32387712
>Excuse me, I need to confer with my colleagues. (badger Rowan)

“You could say that I’m… new,” you say, kind of lamely. “But I trust my judgment a lot more than I trust you.”

“Then you are no fool,” says Waldric, as if he expected nothing less. “You can see that, from my point of view, I’m in a very dangerous position. So dangerous, that the safest option I have is to make deals with a young Hellborn not even out of high school. It must have required some calculation on my part to determine that this was the best course of action.”

>>32388149

You try to see where he’s going with this, but you don’t quite get it yet.

“Now I want to work with you. Really. But meeting Demonbane is the last thing I’ll do. Literally, I won’t ever do anything after doing that because I’ll be dead, just in case you missed what I was foreshadowing. Meckor brought thirteen of us here when we first from Halth,” he says, a slightly distant look in his eyes. “Do you know what the seven who survived had in common before you came along? None of us had ever seen Isaac Hallow face to face,” he says flatly. “That’s something I’m not prepared to do.”

There’s a kind of fear in Waldric’s voice when he mentions Isaac’s name, as if dreading that someone might hear him say it. You’re reminded of the first time you saw him, when he put Trevon down with a crossbow bolt and chased you into the arms of the police. You can maybe get not wanting to mess with business-Isaac.

>Convince him to meet with the Hallows. (Dice: Hard)
>Anything you tell me I’ll tell them, so I guess I don’t see a reason they need to actually see you.
>Yeah, Isaac is pretty fucking scary isn’t he.
> You’re pretty, but not that pretty. No dice.
>Other (?)

Rolled 65

>>32388163
>>Convince him to meet with the Hallows. (Dice: Hard)

>>32388163
>Alright, you don't have to meet them. Just know that I'll be passing on information to them as I see fit.

Rolled 52

>>32388163
>>Convince him to meet with the Hallows. (Dice: Hard)

Rolled 97

>>32388163
>>Convince him to meet with the Hallows. (Dice: Hard)

Rolled 24

>Yeah, Isaac is pretty fucking scary isn’t he.
>Convince him to meet with the Hallows. (Dice: Hard)
if we cant convince him let him know we will still be passing information to the hallows

>>32388163
>>Yeah, Isaac is pretty fucking scary isn’t he.

We'll agree to an alliance, so far as we shall kill Meckor and leave him be, with the condition that he gets the fuck out our city afterwards.

>>32388163
>Anything you tell me I’ll tell them, so I guess I don’t see a reason they need to actually see you.

Though I prefered the way >>32388206 phrased it

>>32388184
>>32388209
>>32388210

Look at those rolls.

>>32388237
I honestly can't keep track over which quest uses which system. This quest has roll over, right?

>>32388163
"Fine Sparkles, I won't push on that, though I can't promise he won't find you if you give him sufficient reason to.

You talk to me, I'll pass it along to them, and you don't have to meet the scary Demonbane."

Judging from how people say "Demonbane kill Demons" I'm guessing that the angel blood in them, or something along those lines, pushes them to be rather murder oriented when it comes to demons.

Rolled 8

>>32388320
nope roll under we will be lucky if he dose not run away sceaming

>>32388163
>>Anything you tell me I’ll tell them, so I guess I don’t see a reason they need to actually see you.

>>32388184
>>32388209
>>32388210
Now that we know this wil fail we might as well vote for something else

>>32388405
Do we even need his help?

>>32388405
too meta
accept the poor decisons

>>32388444
i don't think this is a ether or decision we were going to try and convice him to meet the hallows but sence that is not going happen we just have to stick playing messenger for him

Rolled 36

>>32388405

Can't vote again

>>32388444
That's the problem with rolling before the votes are decided.

Damn. Harvey really was right about not being able to take his dad seriously after spending time around him. You almost forgot about the whole him almost killing you thing. “Yeah, I guess Isaac is fucking scary when he’s on call,” you say. “But anything you tell me, I might tell him. I’m not keeping secrets and crap, it doesn’t work out in the long run.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Mostly,” says Waldric.

“Now let’s keep this straight. This would probably be easier if you just would meet him,” you say, making at least a token attempt to talk good ol’ Wally into making this simpler for the both of you, “I mean, I’d be there and I could knock some sense into him if he was getting all vengeful and whatever,”

“It would be easier for you, perhaps,” he answers. “We can work out the details of our clandestine affairs later. Could I get your number? I’ll text you and you’ll have mine,” he says, pulling out his cell. It’s a cutting edge smart phone. He slides a thumb across its surface, and it powers up. He goes to contacts and taps the new contact tab. “Do you have a preferred alias, or should I make one up for you?”

>Don’t tell me this was all a ruse to get my number.
>Trade contact info.
>Put me down as Blood.
>Just put in Sierra.
>I don't care.
>Other (?)

>>32388607
>>Don’t tell me this was all a ruse to get my number.
>Put me down as Blood.

>>32388629
Seconding.

>>32388607
>Don’t tell me this was all a ruse to get my number.
i would not put it past him
>Put me down as Blood
we are not this guys freind keep this impersonal

>>32388607
>Don’t tell me this was all a ruse to get my number.
>I don't care.

>>32388607
>Trade info
>Put me down as Blud

>>32388629
Seconding, yeah.

I personally don't care for 'Blood' but it's already an established... professional name.

>>32388607
>>Don’t tell me this was all a ruse to get my number.
>>Trade contact info.
>>Put me down as Blood.

Now he has our number, the countdown for him to try and get into our pants has begun.

>>32388786
More like the countdown to get his face punching in has begun.

>>32388786
Oh God, our friends will see us exchange numbers with him. Bring on the Twilight jokes

>>32388853
.......damn it did not think of that

>>32388861

You roll your eyes. Rowan needs to stop rubbing off on you. “If this was all an elaborate ploy to get my number, I mean, good job I guess?”

“At the very least, the witty banter part of my plan panned out beyond my wildest dreams,” Waldric says flatly.

You give him your number, and you get his.

“B, L, O, O, D.” Waldric looks at his phone, and kind of gives a sour look at the appearance of the word. “You know, the Heltic word for blood sounds more dramatic. I’ll put you in as Sakherith instead.” He rapidly clears the namespace and types the longer alias name.

Sakherith. You’ve heard that before, somewhere. The more you think of it the surer you are. Still, you feign nonchalance. “Whatever,” you say.

“Now, I hope that just because this is out of necessity doesn’t mean we can’t be friends,” Waldric tells you, voice dripping with the tone sarcastic parental advisement.

“I’m done here,” you say. “And so are you. Get out.”

Waldric does another little mock bow. “My lady,” he says mockingly. And then he turns and walks out.

Rowan walks over a moment after he’s gone. “What was that all about?” she asks, sounding tense.

Before you can answer her though, you have to try to understand it yourself.

>Tell her everything.
>Tell her the basics.
>I’ll tell you later. (For real)
>I’ll tell you later. (For fakes)
>Life got complicated.
>I got one step closer to kicking Meckor’s teeth in.
>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.
>Other (?)

>>32388941
>“My lady,” he says mockingly. And then he turns and walks out.

Did he tip his fedora?

>>32388941
>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.
>I’ll tell you later. (For real)

>Life got complicated.
>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.
>I’ll tell you later. (For real)
we don't want her freinds spying on us tell her and Issac when we get back to thare house

>>32388941
>I’ll tell you later. (For real)
>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.

>>32388941
>>I’ll tell you later. (For real)
>>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.

I'm liking Waldorf. I think Sierra and Waldorf should fuck.

With Sierra being the dom.

>>32388941
>>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.

Our image is broken!

>>32388941
>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.

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>>32388979
Hurray for pegging!

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>>32388979
>Wanting to fuck a M'lady faggot.

>>32388979
Gross.

>>32389002
Or, you know, she could just take charge without shoving something in his ass?

>>32388941
>I’ll tell you later. (For real)

>>32388941
>>I’ll tell you later. (For real)

>>32389013
He doesn't count as a fedorafag. Yet.

>>32388941
>I’ll tell you later. (For real)
>Wait. Tell me Vik and Baron didn't see me give that guy my number.

>>32389195
No, he has gone beyond fedorafag.

>>32389002
>>32389090
Why not both?

>>32389220
Because pegging is shoving something in someone's ass and the second post said it is possible to not do that.

“Not what it looked like,” you say, feeling a little bit self conscious about the encounter. Why’d he have to be all flirtatious and make it all awkward. “Dammit, Ro. Tell me nobody saw me give that guy my number.”

Rowan gives an apologetic smile. “Nobody saw anything.”

“Who saw what?” you ask, sensing the sarcasm in her voice.

“I tried to distract him, but I’m just about two-hundred percent sure Baron noticed you were talking to that guy for a while.”

You make an unintelligible sound of anger. You’ve already exhausted your desire to make and hear Twilight jokes. If he says anything to you about this, you will not be happy. And you know Baron to be the type to say something about everything. (+2 Stress: 19/100) “Something always goes wrong,” you say to yourself. “I’m ready to go back to the house.”

“Sure. You take care of your book, I’ll round up Vikrama. She was buried in something last time I saw her.”

“Deal,” you say. You head off to make your purchase, though pause to turn back to address her. “I’ll tell you everything later, okay? But I think it’s kind of good news.”

Rowan nods. “I’ll hold you to that,” she says, and heads off.

The whole team walks down the road, back to the lot where you stashed the getaway car, reveling in your purchases and triumphs of the evening – Vikrama with a bunch of natural wood-looking bracelets and a bundle of clothes, Baron with a few books and a couple articles of clothing, and Rowan with one or two things she’s picked out.

>>32389266

She, however, has one more diversion planned before allowing everyone to make a clean escape. “We’re stopping for ice cream,” she says, holding up in front of a bustling ice creamery. Her words don’t form a request or a question, but rather express what will invariably happen.

“Agreed,” you say.

“So long as they’ve got waffle cones,” Baron mutters.

Vikrama clucks at him like a mother hen. “Darling, they all have waffle cones.”

--End Part 12--

>>32389282
Thanks for running

Rowan quest when

>>32389282
thx 4 runin budi gud thred

>>32389211
Not in my reckoning. For one, he's not trying to be a vapid clinger-on who exists in proximity to women so he can get poon. He's just a parasite looking to keep that oxygen addiction he loves so much around, and he's willing to risk roasting his own ass for a slim chance of survival. He's several steps above spineless fedorafags.

>>32389282

Next game Thursday, hopefully at 8 AM MST.

Kind of an action-less thread, but crit success is successful.

>>32389321
Which means crit failures when we fight

>>32389321
i shall be thare languid pls keep a eye on that lawn it has evil intentions i know it

>>32389257
And I say Sierra can both give and recieve.

>>32389282
Thanks for running

>>32389321
Yeah, you could almost call it languid

>>32387113
>killing Stirn and taking his prized Royal as a trophy
If Reeber is a royal hellhound does that mean Sierra is royalty?

>>32392683
Highborn infernus motherfucker

>>32392683
>If Reeber is a royal hellhound does that mean Sierra is royalty?
She might be a bastard. I doubt such a mutt is pure-strain royalty.

>>32394358
Bastard dog loyal to bastard hellborn?

>>32395908
Definitely possible. Just saying, there's almost zero chance we're heir to a pure line, because we're about as far from pureblooded as you get.

>>32396038
We may not be an heir because of all the mixing, but we certainly have some highborn infernus in us.

>>32396038
Yeah, but i think the possibility is that we are just more royal than the dog walker. Or possibly that the dog was a family dog specific to our royal bloodline.

>>32396144
For sure. A bastard line still has some noble blood in it, after all.

>>32396151
Whatever the reason, he was a childhood dog that we, for some reason, forgot about.

We're also totally ignoring the possibility that Royal is just the English translation of the Heltic name the dogwalker gave Reeber. There's also the possibility that 'Royal' is just the hellhound version of 'Alpha.' Or that Royal is a breed of hellhound in the way English Bulldog is a breed of dog, and has no actual social class connotations.

Basically, we're making a lot of EXTREMELY baseless assumptions.

>>32394358
Maybe she has this mixbag of powers exactly because she is from a purebred royal line? Maybe Lucifer or Beelzebub or whoever has the powers of all demons and we're decendants of him/her.

>>32397220
Assuming they even exist. From what we've heard so far, Hell's politics and metaphysics don't seem to imply Lucifer might even exist, and we already know the Infernus have a noble class. It seems more likely that she really is just a mutt, especially since she seems to be part human too.

>>32397294
we should really make a point of finding out if God and Satan exist in this world. I'm kind of surprised it hasn't come up already.

Also remember the mysterious figure in our dreams that saves us from the scissors before getting his hand cut off, who says "A princess needs rescuing."

I doubt we're royalty, more likely nobility. And most likely our family was targeted for political assassination.

>>32397447
How would we discover such a thing?

>>32397997
Ask?

I'm not sure being heir to anything is a good idea.

Even amongst humans royals (and nobles) slaughtered their families over the right to power - and that's WITH clear rules of succession.

Hells version of inheritance is probably along the lines of 'every child with the blood of the demon lord has a chance to claim his domain, last asshole standing, wins'.

In other words we'll have to fight off dozens of half-siblings (both Hellborn and true demons) to get anything, and they'll all be after us to reduce the pool of potential claimants.

Meckor is our half-brother

>>32398098
Who will both:
i) Know for sure, and;
ii) Give us a straight answer?

>>32398134
None we know about at the moment.
The Hallows, and now the demon guy, are or only real options, but who's to say the Hallows know or if the demon guy tells the truth.

>>32398114
Nah. We had a twin sister, who died in that tragic boat accident. If we have to fight relatives, they'll probably be cousins.

That said, I think the idea that we're demon royalty is silly nonsense.

>>32398410
>died in that tragic boat accident.
>accident

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Personally, I want to try to find out whether or not there are other supernatural things out there, aside from angelic/demonic stuff. Like, is that strictly all there is to the supernatural stuff of this world? Or are there vampires and djinni and deep ones and yetis shit?

>>32400400
Ooooooh, that is actually pretty interesting. Seems like they are mostly different kind of demons though. Like vampire demon thing.

>>32402313
You think yetis are a type of demon? You fiend!